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“I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is enough?”                                                                                                           —  Vincent van Gogh

This is lowkey really cute

SHUT UP I’M LITERALLY CRYING I LOVE HIM WITH MY WHOLE CHEST

Sub! Hyunwoo

Warnings — some mention of cg/l/ little space and some slight feminization. if either of these things makes you uncomfortable, just keep scrolling

• ‎most people see him and assume that he’s this giant man who takes charge both in and out of the bedroom, and hearing that for the better part of his adult life has kind of drilled it into his head that that’s who he needs to be, that anything else is unacceptable and he shouldn’t do so much as consider an alternative.

• ‎he has to force himself into a dominant mindset and it makes him feel atrocious but he’s terrified of what it might mean to be something else. • ‎when you really get to know him, though, it’s clear to see that he’s anything but dominant. • ‎the way he carries himself, the fact that he’s so softspoken and kind, and all of his little mannerism scream that he’s about as submissive as they come. • ‎when your relationship progresses and you start getting intimate, this notion becomes more and more clear. • ‎he’s so…gentle. • ‎he lets out the sweetest little whines and whimpers when you touch him certain places or when he’s getting close to climaxing. he never seems to know quite where to place his hands and he’s just a tad too eager when you actually get around to fucking. still, he doesn’t mention wanting to do anything other than top, though, so you have to step forth and ask him about exploring other options. • ‎he looks?? mortified when you suggest that he might like subbing more?? • ‎he just scoffs, crossing his arms as he shifts his gaze away. • ‎the flush on his face in unmistakable, though, and you know that you’ve stirred something up inside him. • ‎neither of you brings it up for a while but you make it a point to gently make him aware of the fact you’d love to top him. • ‎you show your dominance is subtle ways…guiding kisses, taking over more often in the bedroom, making small decisions for him when he seems indecisive. • ‎it isn’t long before he cracks and comes to you about his desires. he’s nothing but shaking hands and rushed speech, and it is singlehandedly the sweetest thing you’ve ever seen. • ‎knowing that you have no issue with him not feeling dominant opens all sOrTS of doors. • ‎it takes a while for him to fully open up, but it’s well worth the wait in the end • ‎he’s so, so sweet. he’s the epitome of perfection • he’s already very mild-mannered, and this sweetness is only amplified when he’s in his subspace. • ‎he’s extremely well behaved and l i v e s to please you • ‎given that he hasn’t really had the chance to explore this side of himself, you get to watch as he experiences all sorts of new things and discovers what interests him the most • ‎he likes feeling pretty. he’s especially fond of lacy socks and garters. he’ll wear them under his clothes, and when it’s just the two of you he walks around in nothing more than his pretty little sets and an oversized hoodie • sometimes you’ll walk in on him just running the tips of his fingers over the fabric, eyes blown wide with fascination. • ‎he’ll pop the thin straps of the belts around his thighs against his skin, soft gasps leaving him when he feels that little sting and watches the warmly colored flesh turn scarlet • ‎he’s got a few stuffies but seems to have a preference for things like quilts and blankets (bonus points if its the kind you can wear!! the ones with the cute little hoods and the paws he can put his hands in) he likes the weight of them • ‎he also adores onesies!! so much so that the poor thing gets sad when he can’t wear them because it’s too hot • he likes cartoons (like hello kitty) and flavored milk. he won’t drink out of sippy cups or anything of the sort, but he likes straws. give him the fun bendy ones or the cereal kind that he can eat after drinking his milk and he’ll be happy for dAYS afterward • huge on skinship?? he really just wants to be held. • its not often that he gets to feel small, so he relishes in the feeling of you coddling him • he probably cries the first time it happens. • he’s seated on your lap, his head on your shoulder. you’re just talking about whatever comes to mind, carding your fingers through his hair or rubbing the exposed skin where his shirt has ridden up • ‎and then there’s just?? tears. he’s not sobbing or hiccuping, but tears are flowing freely down his cheeks and staining your shirt • that’s probably the first time he says “I love you,” too. • and he means it he’s never felt so accepted, so loved. he trusts you more than he’s ever trusted anyone before he loves you more than he knows how to say • always trying to show you how much he adores you!! he loves giving you little gifts whenever he can • he’ll cook for you or make you cute little trinkets • ‎the way his eyes light up and the smile that graces his face when he sees how much you like everything is priceless

•  he’s just??? an extra soft boy who deserves all you love and attention okay treat him well

FUCK IT UP, MARY.

OMG YOU FINALLY POSTED IT. I’M IN TEARS. @daegustreetlights

Morning Light

Genre: Fluff. Nice and sweet uwu

Word count: 1,621

You laughed, reaching up to brush away the dandelion florets that clung to your cheeks before they could find their way into any of your orifices. Unfortunately, you weren’t as quick to the draw as you had hoped and the breeze which had carried the small seeds away after you blew them from their stem shifted its course, blowing a few back into your mouth. A dramatic cry left you as you tried to spit them out, making a show out of the ordeal. The sight of you sticking out your tongue and trying to scrape the little white fluff off of it with your teeth before you changed tactics and attempted to do so with your fingers was enough to have your boyfriend rolling, the blanket underneath your bodies scrunching up and tangling around his limbs as a result of his thrashing. The sounds that accompanied your amusing display had him laughing so hard it made your stomach hurt. “You’re so dramatic,” you huffed. The fluff had since been rid of your mouth but there were still several seeds on your face that you could feel, but couldn’t get off; it was as if they melted into your skin when the tips of your fingers brushed against them, using it as a hiding spot.

“And you’re not?” Hoseok asked as he sat up, kicking the blanket back into place. It was crude looking but would suffice for the present, he decided. When he turned his gaze back over to you, he tutted, shaking his head. “Come here, let me help you.” Shifting closer, you allowed him to gingerly grasp your face. He brushed the florets off your cheeks with his thumbs, pads soft against your skin. You felt your cheeks heat under his touch. “You’re cute when you blush,” he murmured, gaze softening considerably as he took a moment to admire your features. You shook your head, movements short and jerky because it was still between his hands.

“Oh, hush,” you mumbled.

“Make me,” he answered, voice carrying in that child-like, sing-songy way it often did when he was feeling cheeky and trying to work you up. It worked.

“Maybe I will.”

Hoseok opened his mouth to speak once more, but the words that danced in his mouth were snuffed out by your lips. Their death was pleasant, the euphoric wave that crashed over his body as a result of the intimate gift Hoseok had been offered slowly sucked the air from their lungs; the expressions slowly withered, falling from the tip of his tongue like the dry petals of a sunflower. You pressed closer, chest near flush against his; deft fingers tangled themselves in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging ever-so-lightly.

Pulling away, he allowed his forehead to come to rest against yours. “Wake up, sweets.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, smile falling from your lips as you withdrew from your partner. “What?”

“Wake up,” he repeated, voice now distant-seeming. It was as if you were underwater and listening to him speak through waves.

You blinked once, twice, eyes squeezing themselves shut tight the third time around.  The warmth that had flooded your face dissipated exceptionally fast, leaving you to shift about uncomfortably as a shiver rolled down your spine. The feeling of the thin blanket trapped beneath your legs, and the grass that tickled at your feet was replaced by the significantly less comfortable feeling of a bare mattress rubbing against your calves - something that happened frequently when you stirred in your sleep. You must have pulled the fitted sheet loose. Upon realizing that the date was nothing more than a product of your unconscious mind, you groaned, reaching up to drag your hands across the length of your face, forcing away the remnants of sleep that desperately clung to your being. The thought of turning over, pulling the blankets over your head, and going back to sleep for another hour or so seemed very entertainable, but the silvery and no longer distant voice of your lover kept you from doing so. “Well good morning, sleeping beauty,” he cooed, obvious amusement underlying his words. You peeled your eyes open, peering at him through your fingers. A bright smile graced his lips, making his eyes form small crescents. Hoseok’s hair was disheveled, slightly curled strands standing on end or falling haphazardly across his forehead. The bit of light that had found its way in through the cracks in your blinds fell across him in a way that made his skin glow and his eyes look like warm pools of honey. It was ethereal, to say the least, and you found that leaving the land of the living in favor for more rest was suddenly a lot less appealing.

“Mornin’,” you murmured in response, blankets pooling around your waist as you sat up.

Hoseok shifted closer, mattress dipping beneath his weight as he moved to occupy the space directly in front of you. He cupped your face, thumbs brushing over your cheekbones - a pleasant recreation of your dream, you decided. His features softened a bit, adoration filling his eyes as he looked you over. “I’m glad you’re up.”

“Yeah?” You answered, melting beneath his touch. When he leaned in, you did too, lips puckering ever-so-slightly. His nose brushed gingerly against yours, making your heart skip a beat. He had you wrapped around his little finger and he knew it. “Why is that?”

“Because I’m hungry.”

“Jung Hoseok!” You pulled away, bewilderment overtaking your features as you watched the pseudo-romantic aura that had taken hold of his being fell away, leaving his usual cheeky disposition in its place. He laughed, moving so that you couldn’t reach when you swiped at him. “I know you didn’t wake me up just to cook for you!”

“Of course not,” Hoseok managed through a particularly loud chortle. “I woke you up to cook with me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I can’t say that - that sounds any better.”

By this point, he had crawled out of bed and was trying to coax you into doing the same. When simply motioning for you to get up with his hand proved to not be enough, he threw both arms into the mix, bending down and extending them toward you before drawing them in toward his chest. “Let’s go,” he whined, holding the ‘o’. “There’s waffles begging to be made.”

You rolled your eyes, offering him a short shake of the head before you threw the covers back and slipped out of bed. Another bright smile graced his lips as he turned on his heel and padded into the kitchen. You followed closely after.

Hoseok wasted no time, his feet immediately carrying him off toward the fridge so that he could gather the necessary ingredients for your meal. As he worked toward carrying the haphazardly balanced items in his grasp over to the counter, you began to poke through the cupboard for mixing bowls and the waffle iron, as well as flour and other necessary dry ingredients. You plugged the iron into the wall so that it could heat up. After everything had been laid out on the counter, Hoseok set about measuring out and mixing all the wet substances, you following suit shortly thereafter with all that you had obtained. When the two of you finished working with your respective ingredients, you migrated towards one another, combining everything in one large bowl. You immediately set about whisking the batter, curling your arm around the bowl and hugging it into your side; you leaned into it so that you could work out the lumps. You hummed as you worked, mimicking the beat that had found purchase in the crevices of your mind - the song wasn’t one that you could say you were particularly fond of (hell, you couldn’t even remember the name of it) but it was surprisingly catchy and you couldn’t seem to shake the tune from your head. You swayed in time with the rhythm as you poured the batter onto the iron.

The feeling of hands grabbing at your hips made you jump, a strangled cry bubbling up from the back of your throat. “Ah-!”

The reaction your lover had inadvertently coaxed out of you made him sputter in amusement, shoulders trembling with barely contained laughter. You turn, moving to smack his arm.

He caught your hand, using it to pull you closer. His free arm curled itself around your waist, and when he was sure he wouldn’t get hit he released your hand, allowing that arm to snake around your frame as well. He pulled you close, the corners of his lips turning upward. The smile he sported was one of genuine happiness, unlike the cheeky and somewhat mischevious grins he had been offering all morning. You visibly softened, unclenching your jaw as you shoulders slumped and you eased into your touch. You wound your arms securely around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. Hoseok began to rock on his heels, resting his chin on the top of your head. You closed your eyes, listening to the gentle thrum of his heart as you rocked with him.

Time seemed to slow considerably, leaving the two of you with hours upon hours in which the two of you could share. It was easy to let your mind clear itself and focus on the man before you. You stayed like this for several minutes, smiling to yourself as you relished in the warmth of Hoseok’s embrace.

It wasn’t until the smell of burning waffles hit your nose that you parted, Hoseok’s laugh ringing out throughout the room as you scurried off to turn off the iron.

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PRETTYMUCH Confessing

A/N: This is the first reaction I’ve written in a loooong time and the only one I’ve written for the boys thus far. That being said, enjoy all the softness uwu

Austin

This nerd would probably tap into his artistic side to try and convey his feelings for you. He’d work long and hard on a piece that would illustrate just how much he adores and cares for you rather than just hunker down and tell you verbally.

It had been a hot minute since you last got to spend some quality time with Austin. The two of you were usually attached at the hip, but over the course of the last week or so he had progressively been putting more and more distance between you and himself. It wasn’t as if he were doing so intentionally, he had just been significantly more busy than usual and didn’t have the time to do much more than work; the two of you still talked frequently, though, exchanging texts and staying on the phone for hours while you worked on your respective projects. From what you had gathered, Austin’s current enterprise was a personal one and had absolutely nothing to do with the remainder of the group or any upcoming work they had planned. Needless to say, this information did nothing more than further pique your interest, and you found that you simply couldn’t wait until you got to see him again so that you guys could catch up and you could finally see what he had been working so extensively on. It was as if your prayers had finally been answered because Austin texted you rather early on Saturday morning asking if you wanted to come over for a while. You were quick to say yes, and before long you were rolling out of bed and hurriedly getting ready, throwing on your shoes and darting out the front door of your home. You got to his place in record time and flung open the front door, offering quick pleasantries to Brandon and Caleb as you made your way toward Austin’s room. Raising your hand, you gently rapped on the door before pushing it open and stepping inside. He was seated at his desk and, upon hearing you enter, he turned to face you, beaming. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you hummed, sitting your self down on the edge of the bed. “Long time no see.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry about that,” Austin started, rolling over to where you were. “I have something for you though.”

He was gingerly holding onto a slip of watercolor paper but the angle at which he was holding prevented you from seeing more than a brightly colored corner. He turned it face down before handing it over. “For me?” You asked as you took hold of the corner of the paper. He nodded. Turning it over, your eyes widened, an audible gasp falling from your lips as your gaze wandered over that page. He had captured your likeness on the canvas, delicate hues accentuating your features. Across the bottom of the page, he had scrawled “every inch of my being yearns to be yours. this is my love for you,” paying homage to one of Atticus’ poems. When you lifted your gaze you were met with Austin’s oh-so-sweet smile and you felt your heart skip a beat.

“Do you like it?”

“I love it,” you breathed.

“I love you.”

Carefully setting the painting aside, you cupped his face, leaning forward so that you could kiss the tip of his nose. “I love you too.”

Brandon

Brandon would probably be among the most level-headed of the boys. Given that the two of you have known each other for quite some time now and you’ve developed a pretty strong bond, the thought that admitting the held feelings for you would compromise your relationship would never really cross his mind and he’d honestly be pretty up-front about it.

The two of you would be seated on the roof of your house, drinks in hand as you sat in a comfortable silence, simply taking the time to admire the stars and enjoy one another’s presence. He had called earlier, saying that he needed to talk to you about something and, sensing that it might be fairly serious and he’d probably like to discuss whatever it was away from the others, you invited him over. Besides the soft chirp of cicadas, the only thing that filled your ears was the rhythmic sound of Brandon tapping his fingers against the side of the can in his grasp. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured, eyes darting across the vast expanse of star-speckled darkness above you and picked out constellations. “Not as beautiful as you." 

Not entirely sure that you had heard him correctly, you hesitated to answer. "I— What?”

Shifting closer, he set his drink aside and reached out so that he could gingerly take hold of your hand. “You heard me,” he answered, lacing your fingers. He sucked in a deep breath, holding for a moment so that he could compose himself a bit before he spoke up once more. “Y/N…I like you. I have for a while now but I could never seem to find the opportunity to tell you.” He spoke slowly, carefully, making sure that the words that danced off the tip of his tongue illustrated the feelings he had held within for so long. “You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met. You’re beautiful in a way that I’ve never seen and I can’t help but feel drawn to you. From the moment I met you I knew that you were everything I wanted and so much more, and with every day that passes I fall a little harder.” His thumb stroked gently over your knuckles, a faint blush dusting itself across his cheeks. “If you’d have me, I’d love to be yours.”

You couldn’t help but smile, your own face flushing some in response to his words. Leaning over, you pressed a tender kiss to his cheek. “I’d love that more than anything.”

Edwin

This boy seems like he’d be as slick as they come but I feel like he’d be a bit on the shyer side. When he confesses, it’d be kind of out of the blue and as much of a surprise to him as it is to you.

You would have dropped by the group home to hang out with the boys, but after several hours of lounging around and idly chatting about this and that while the television ran in the background, Edwin would get up, saying something about going on a walk before he turned on his heel and stepped toward the door. “Wait up,” you called as you got up and made your way after him, figuring that he might like some company and deciding that you’d like to stretch your limbs as well. Waiting on the sidewalk, he watched as you pulled the front door closed and skipped down the steps. You bounded over to him excitedly, a bright smile gracing your lips as your arm curled around his own. Easing into his side, the two of you began to walk, a comfortable silence filling the air. It was easy to fall into the swing of things, to just go wherever your feet decided to carry you as you took in the shadows that cast themselves over everything as the sun began to set; you relished in the feeling of his warmth shielding you from the cold breeze that had kicked up. You turned your gaze downward, kicking at the small rocks that lay in your path. It wasn’t long before you and Edwin happened upon a small park, the equipment bare of any children given the weather and time of day. Releasing his hand, you scurried over to the swing-set and sat yourself down on one of the plastic seats; he took the one beside you. Several minutes passed like this - silence blanketing the area as you swung, Edwin quietly mulling over his thoughts and digging the toes of his shoes into the wood chips beneath his feet. “I love you,” he blurted.

“I love you too, Eddie,” you chimed in response, kicking your legs a bit so that you’d catch some more air.

“No, you don’t get it,” he’d answer, words seeming a tad rushed. Before he could think better of it, his lips were parting yet again and the words that bounced wildly about his mind were suddenly out in the open. “I don’t just love you, Y/N, I’m in love with you. You have stolen my heart and if I’m being completely honest I don’t mind. I only wish that you’d give me yours in exchange.” You stopped swinging then, eyes blowing wide in mild bewilderment. He sheepishly looked away, hand flying up to rub at the back of his neck. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything,” he murmured quietly.

He stood, making to move, but before he could take so much as a single step you were out of your seat and reaching for his hand. Your free hand moved to cup his cheek, turning his head so that your gazes met. “Don’t be,” you started, offering him a sweet smile as your thumb stroked gently over his cheekbone. “I’m glad you did. I really do love you too.”

Nick

Easily the calmest and most composed about the whole ordeal. While a bit dorky at times, Nick is extremely smooth and very put together, so he’d have absolutely no issue with telling you about the feelings he held. He’d more than likely just let the honey flow.

The two of you would have gone shopping with the rest of the group and when you got tired of idly picking through clothes on a rack, you would part from the others so that you could get frozen yogurt and roam around by yourselves for a while. Before long the two of you find yourselves seated on the edge of the large fountain resting just outside the malls’ entrance. You were sitting with the leftmost side of your body toward the water, making it so that you were facing Nick and still able to talk to him but could easily dip your fingers into the cool water as you listened to the gentle splash of it falling freely from the spout and hitting the pool below. You were so immersed in the sight of the ripples that your fingers in the water produced that you didn’t immediately realize that Nick had stopped talking and was simply staring at you, a soft smile taking form as he admired your features. When the feeling of someone’s gaze lingering on you finally registered in your mind you turned back toward him, a bit bewildered. “What?”

“Nothing, I’m just enjoying the view.” He propped his elbow up on his leg and rested his chin in the palm of his hand, a cheeky smile tugging the corners of his lips upward. Warmth crawled up the base of your neck, dusting itself across your cheeks in the form of a faint blush. “I- excuse me?”

The bewilderment housed within your expression made him chuckle. “You heard me. There’s nothing wrong with admiring such a stunning piece of art." 

The compliments he offered did nothing more than make the flush on your cheeks darken exponentially, leaving you sputtering as you struggled to form a coherent response. Sure, his flirting wasn’t anything new, but it had always come off as something platonic and playful - he had never really laid it on quite this thick. The manner in which he spoke and the endearing way he looked at you had butterflies running rampant in your stomach.  “Are you okay, Nick? You’re acting odd,” you managed after a few moments.

“I’m fine,” he started. “But I’d be a lot better if I were able to wake up to your beautiful face every morning.”  Sitting up straight, he scooted closer and let his hand come to rest on your knee. “I’d love to take you out sometime, Y/N.”

Taking his hand and lacing your fingers, your body shifted nearer to his own so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. “I would love that, too.”

Zion

Caleb is a total meme when it comes to just about everything but I feel like opening up to you about his feelings would be something he’d take fairly seriously. He wouldn’t do anything over the top, but he’d probably mull over things a lot and try to find the perfect time and way to tell you how he felt.

Things with Caleb would have felt a bit off that day. He had called you about mid-morning to ask if you wanted to hang out that evening and watch movies but the manner in which he spoke and the way he phrased the question just seemed so different; it was more poised and than you would have anticipated considering the fact that he had asked to do something so casual. Nonetheless, you agreed, figuring the sudden change in his demeanor wasn’t something you should be overly concerned with. As you waited for the day to draw to a close you set about running errands and tidying up around your own home to pass the time. When it finally came time to head out you were more than ready, a heavy blanket and your favorite snacks in hands - Caleb had told you on the phone that he’d have everything taken care of but you still wanted to contribute. It didn’t take more than twenty minutes for you to get from your apartment to the house he shared with the other boys. Giving a quick knock before you opened the door, you shuffled inside and toed off your shoes, making your way into the living room. The furniture had been moved so that a large section of room was now available. In this unoccupied space, Caleb had used the couch cushions and an array of pillows and blankets to construct a sizable fort. He has even gone so far as to strategically string some fairy lights around the room to help create a comfortable atmosphere - it was clear to see that he had put quite an effort into the evening. Upon closer inspection you found that, save for yourself, the house appeared to be completely empty, meaning that the others were off doing something and you and Caleb had the place to yourselves for a while. "Caleb?” You called out as you shuffled further into the room.

A messy mop of brown-blond hair suddenly appeared from the opening of the fort. “Hey, I didn’t hear you walk in.” He pushed the blanket that covered the entrance aside, motioning for you to join him. You complied without hesitation, sinking to your knees so that you could crawl in beside him.

“Where are the boys?”

He gave a short shrug in response as if to say that he didn’t know either. “All they said was that they’d be back later.”

You nodded in understanding, shifting closer so that you could share your blanket and the snacks that you had brought along. The position of the television in regards to the opening of the fort was perfect and made it so that the two of you could watch the movies you had picked without issue. The two of you had blown through two full films and were part way through another before Caleb paused the movie and turned to face you. “Can I talk to you about something?”

"Of course, you know you don’t need to ask,” you answered as you shifted your gaze over to him.

“I’ve been thinking a lot lately,” he started, looking a bit bashful. It was rather cute if you were being honest, and your heart couldn’t help but skip a beat.

“About?” You pressed.

“About us, Y/N. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t love you, if I said I didn’t want you.  I can’t even sleep without seeing you in my dreams.” 

Caleb had begun to ramble a bit, cheeks flushing as he spilled his heart to you. He was barely able to ask if you’d like to go out with him before you were cupping his face and pulling him into a sweet kiss, effectively silencing him. “I’ve never wanted anything more.”

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Q. Why Shownu the leader of Monsta x?

Shownu : Beacause I’m the oldest man. Kihyun :   No. You have a good leadership. Shownu : Yeah. Okay.

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WE LOVE A TALENTED MAN. HE IS DESTINED FOR GREATNESS.

72 Copyrighted Songs as of 180418. Jooheon is currently the 12th most copyrighted male idol as of 180408 MONSTA X SINGLES Jealousy - Co-Written by Jooheon Dramarama - Co-Written by Jooheon 그놈의 크리스마스 (Lonely Christmas) - Written, Co-Composed, Co-Arranged by Jooheon Fighter - Co-Written by Jooheon SHINE FOREVER - Co-Written by Jooheon 걸어 (All in) - Co-Written by Jooheon 신속히 (RUSH) - Co-Written by Jooheon 아름다워 (Beautiful) - Co-Written by Jooheon 뉴튼 (NEWTON) - Co-Written by Jooheon MONSTA X ALBUM TRACKS Destroyer - Co-Written by Jooheon If Only - Co-Written by Jooheon Special - Written by Jooheon, Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Arranged by Jooheon Lost In The Dream - Co-Written by Jooheon* 미쳤으니까 (Crazy in Love) - Co-Written by Jooheon 폭우 (Fallin’) - Co-Written by Jooheon In Time - Written by Jooheon, Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Arranged by Jooheon X - Co-Written by Jooheon Deja Vu - Co-Written by Jooheon Now Or Never - Co-Written by Jooheon 열대야 (Tropical Night) - Co-Written by Jooheon From Zero - Co-Written by Jooheon Because of U - Co-Written by Jooheon Be Quiet - Co-Written by Jooheon Blind - Co-Written by Jooheon Blue Moon - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Written by Jooheon Broken Heart - Co-Written by Jooheon Ex Girl (feat. Wheein) - Co-Written by Jooheon Miss You - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Written by Jooheon OI - Co-Written by Jooheon One Love - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Written by Jooheon Perfect Girl - Co-Written by Jooheon Queen - Co-Written by Jooheon Ready or Not - Co-Written by Jooheon Roller Coaster - Co-Written by Jooheon 5:14 (Last Page) - Co-Written by Jooheon 너만 생각해 (All I Do) - Co-Written by Jooheon 넌 어때 (I’ll Be There) - Co-Written by Jooheon 넘사벽 (Incomparable) - Co-Written by Jooheon 네게만 집착해 (Stuck) - Co-Written by Jooheon 니가 필요해 (Need U) - Co-Written by Jooheon 반칙이야 - Co-Written by Jooheon 백설탕 (White Sugar) - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Written by Jooheon 삐뚤어질래 (Gone Bad) - Co-Composed, Co-Written by Jooheon 인터스텔라 (Interstellar) - Co-Written by Jooheon HERO - Co-Written by Jooheon 진정해 (Calm Down) - Co-Written by Jooheon 출구는 없어 (No Exit) - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Written by Jooheon 하얀소녀 (White Love) - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Written by Jooheon 훔쳐 (Steal Your Heart) - Co-Written by Jooheon JOOHEON SINGLES Kang Baek Ho - Written by Jooheon, Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Arranged by Jooheon Flower Cafe (feat. Sam Ock, I.M) - Co-Written by Jooheon RHYTHM - Written by Jooheon 털어 (Get Low) - Jooheon, Mad Clown - Co-Written by Jooheon STAY STRONG - Jooheon, Flowsik - Co-Written by Jooheon JOOHEON X I.M SINGLES Future - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Written by Jooheon, I.M 마사카 (MASAKA) - Written by Jooheon, I.M JOOHEON X HYUNGWON SINGLES Bam!Bam!Bam! (feat. Jooheon) - H.ONE (Hyungwon) x Justin Oh - Written by Jooheon HIP HOP NATION 2 Shall We Dance - Jooheon, Din Din, Kim Boa - Co-Composed & Co-Written by Jooheon 불나방 - Jooheon, Lee Michelle - Co-Composed & Co-Written by Jooheon 왕좌의 게임 - 12인의 프로듀서 - Sesese - Co-Written by Jooheon OTHER Coach Me (feat. Jooheon) - San E, Hyorin - Co-Written by Jooheon 0 - Giriboy, Mad Clown, Jooyoung, No.Mercy - Co-Written by Jooheon Slow (feat. Jooheon) - Hyorin - Co-Written by Jooheon 깽값 (feat. Jooheon) - Mad Clown - Co-Written by Jooheon 나쁜 X (feat. Jooheon, Konsoul) - J'Kyun - Co-Written by Jooheon 나쁜 피 - Mad Clown -  Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Written by Jooheon 눈사탕 (Snow Candy) - K.Will, SISTAR, Boyfriend - Co-Written by Jooheon 뭐야 뭐야 - C-REAL - Co-Written by Jooheon 아이야 (I Yah) - Boyfriend - Co-Written by Jooheon Star - Boyfriend - Co-Composed by Jooheon, Co-Written by Jooheon Falling - Boyfriend - Co-Composed by Jooheon 알록달록 (feat. Jooheon) - Mad Clown - Co-Written by Jooheon OST 닮은 꼴 (feat. Jooheon) - Junggigo - Mask OST - Co-Written by Jooheon

Source: KOMCA (Korean Music Copyright Association)

* listed on tracklist/album but not komca therefore not added to total number

I’M SCREAMING HE’S SO RELATABLE

mood

we love our leader💕

I needed this.

lullaby versions of bts songs ~ ♡ these can help you when you’re studying or when you’re trying to sleep :~)

1. bts - run (ocean ver.) 2. bts - butterfly (forest ver.) 3. bts - save me (dreamland ver.)  4. bts - spring day (train ride ver.) 5. bts - autumn leaves (lullaby ver.) 6. bts - blood, sweat and tears (utopia ver.) 7. bts - i need u (rain ver.)  8. bts - begin (meadow ver.)

IM LAUGHING SOI HARD LAKSJDJKLSAD

Poet of the century

When v-live followers reach 10 million can we agree to NOT go pressure jhope to show his body

the gum wrapper musician

MY FAVORITE GIF SET AS OF THE MOMENT. I'M SO IN LOVE.

dj h.one 🎧

BRUH

King of speaking in different languages