Dear Supporter,
Dear Supporter,
I hope this message finds you and your family in good health. My name is Rakan Zaqout from Gaza.🍉 I am reaching out to seek your urgent help in spreading the word about our fundraising campaign. I lost both my home and my school, my parents lost their jobs too, due to the ongoing genocide in Gaza and we are facing catastrophic living conditions.💔
I kindly ask you to visit our campaign. Your support, whether through donating or sharing, will help us reach more people who can make a difference. Thank you for your continued support for the Palestinian cause. Your dedication brings us closer to freedom.🕊
Please note, our campaign has been verified by 90-ghost and aces-and-angels.☑
unfortunately I am unable to donate, but anyone who sees this, please help out in any way you can !! may you and your family stay safe 🙏🏻
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GET THAT MAN OFF THE TITLE TRACK RIGHT THIS INSTANT EHAT THE FUCJKKKKKK
WE NEED TO KILL HIM
stranger. — mark lee 𝜗𝜚
in which mark lee attempts to text his ex girlfriend, not knowing her number was switched over to you.
part one, read part two at the bottom
i’m in big bold letters so u don’t ignore me hi gays and others errr this is the experimental fic i was talking about hhehehehheh.. should i continue or should she be left in the dust sitting next to jisung’s twitch account.
ok byeeeeee loveeee uuuuuuu ♡
ask and you shall receive [read part two here]
RAEE how are you doingg
KIMCHI OMG I wish I can say I’m doing great but I’m actually not and it’s all because of exams lol 😭 I have so many things to memorise and so little time ahhhhh at least nct is helping me cope 🙁 just two more weeks agjdnakgle I can do thisssss
I only hope you’re not faring as poorly as I am 😢 how are you bestie <3 do you have anything stressful or anything worth celebrating recently?
see you later ★ jeong jaehyun.
jaehyun x gn!reader. hurt comfort, drabble.
wc: 533 words.
note: requested! most parasocial thing i've ever written i fear...
After the news of his enlistment, he comforts you.
“You can’t go.”
Your words come out as a whisper, though your heart’s screaming inside. The syllables that slip past your lips are laced with desperation, they are akin to thorns to Jaehyun.
He hates making you sad, truly.
“Baby…” he breathes out, swallowing back his words at the sight of you shaking your head.
You’re standing before him, the kitchen countertop separating you. Jaehyun wants to go up to you and hold you — but he knows you’d push him away. So, he watches as you hold back your tears.
“You can’t go, Jae.”
“You know I have to,” he whispers. In exasperation, he pushes back his hair, “You know if I had a choice, I wouldn’t want to.”
A squeak elicits past your mouth as you part it, followed by a choked sob. All you can feel is the clenching of your heart, and the rapid thumping of your heart against your chest as you bury your face into your hands.
“I can’t, I really can’t,” you whisper, though Jaehyun can’t hear them through the sounds of your choked sobs.
“It’s not like I’m going to die,” your boyfriend makes a pathetic attempt at lightening the situation, “It’s just the military.”
If there’s one thing Jaehyun knows how to do, it is to piss you off.
Just like that, you tear your hands away from your face. Your eyebrows are scrunched, a mixture of grief and anger written all over your face.
“Are you serious?” you mutter, trying to sound angry (and failing), “I’m going to fucking miss you, Jae.”
It takes all of him not to laugh at the sight of your furrowed eyebrows and pout. Jaehyun bites back a smile, opening his arms.
“I know,” he mumbles, “Come here, baby.”
Who were you to decline?
Before you know it, you’re sitting on his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and your face nuzzling into the crook of his neck. Soothingly, Jaehyun slips his hand inside your shirt, rubbing your back as he gently rocks you. Warmth reverberates against your skin, seeping into your soul.
“It’s hard when you’re not around,” you mumble into his neck, “I’ll really miss you.
He hums, lip slightly jutted into a pout, “It’ll be hard for me too. I’ll miss my angel.”
At the confession, you nuzzle your face further against his body, earning a happy sigh from him. He presses a kiss onto your cheek, eliciting a sigh from you, too — basking in the time you have left with him.
You’ll miss this – you’ll miss him.
“I really don’t want to say goodbye,” you mutter, pulling away to look him in the eyes.
Jaehyun sees the stray tears on your cheeks and wipes them. Then, he presses kisses onto your cheeks, your forehead, then your lips.
“Then don’t say it,” he answers. Your eyebrows scrunch in confusion.
“Hm?”
“Tell me see you later instead.”
“Oh,” your face immediately contorts into one of happy realization.
For the first time that night, your lips form into a smile. Jaehyun makes sure to stare at it long enough to burn in into memory.
With the image of you etched into memory, two years feels a little more bearable.