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I was a window,
he saw right through.
His glances never shy,
I hadn’t had a clue.
He read me like a book,
listened to every chapter,
and hugged and kissed me
as he reached the important matter.
His eyes were stars,
made to live and burn,
yet they only shone for me.
And mine shone for him.
🎐 ⊹₊ ⋆~
Or, a poem about finding yourself and love.
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And I loved you,
I really did,
but maybe that was not enough.
Maybe you deserve something bigger.
Something as big as the mountains,
something as wide as the ocean.
But we were young
and sometimes I think,
could I have given you that love,
if I didn’t even love myself.
🎐 ⊹₊ ⋆~
OR: A poem about accepting the loss of the person you loved once and moving on.
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Since its inception, LOONA High School's basketball team hasn't won a single competitive game. Now in their second year of high school, Heejin and Jungeun are ready to lead the team to glory. Unfortunately, they're in for a rude shock; Funding for activities has been cut, most of the other players have quit, and the team is on the verge of disbandment.
With the help of an overworked teacher-advisor and a rookie head coach, the team overcome issues both on and off the court as they fight towards one singular dream: To win a national tournament, and change the team's inevitable fate.
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The highs and lows of high school basketball, finding strength from unlikely places, and an incredible underdog story.
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Jisung leans his head back, lazy. Like he can’t be bothered to pick it up. Like it’s too heavy, or he’s too sleepy. “Do you think it would fuck everything up if we slept together for real?”
“Everything,” Minho says, not quite a question, but not understanding. A general repetition for the benefit of the both of them. Because his throat hurts a little bit, and he needs a second to swallow it down.
He brings his hand back to steering. Both of them right where they’re meant to be.
“Everything, like— us,” Jisung waves his finger between them. “You’re my best friend. And I’m yours. And I’ve always wondered, you know?”
Minho is white knuckling the wheel. He can still feel Jisung beneath his fingertips, or maybe just within his bloodstream. Injected there to sit. Stay.
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05 Oct 2025
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angsty but gooddd, like the vibes, the writing, the feelings ugh just everything 😍
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lyrics of an improvised love song by orphan_account for melodics
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
20 Jul 2019
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Minho is behind the counter, taking orders and misspelling names. Since it’s a university, the coffee shop is fairly full, with a constant background noise of people talking.
Then, out of nowhere, the talking stops, and the thing happens, one of those moments where everybody just collectively decides to fall silent, but one unfortunate soul doesn’t get the memo. In specific, a guy with brown hair and a blue t-shirt sighs into the dead quiet, “Dammit, somebody date me.”
There’s a second where the guy doesn’t realize anything is wrong, but then his expression freezes, and he shrinks down in his seat. Minho is amused, embarrassed on his behalf, all normal reactions. And then the impulse kicks in, the urge to pick the most idiotic and unconventional choice just because he can.
“Okay,” Minho replies, and everybody in the room looks at him. “I will.”
[It isn't fake, but it isn't real, either. Until suddenly, it is.]
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10 Feb 2025
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cool idea and it‘s great besides the ending 😭😭. it was kind of rushed and i would have wished that Minho would have apologised on his own but at least we got a happy end
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Jisung wants Minho to be his new hobby. Learning each tick and hum. The way his bones creak and his breath tumbles from his lips. He wants to become an expert.
He thinks Minho could be the hobby that sticks. The thing that will finally stop the clock on his humiliating, slow demise— his deterioration into nothing but soil, and dirt, and the dust of flower petals that never grow correctly.
He’ll have to see.
(OR: Jisung is saving himself for his step-brother; Minho is home for the summer.)
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reminds me of "call me by your name", and gosh i love it. at first i thought it was gonna be some weird incest story, but honestly i think they are a little far from being brothers. I don’t really want to admit how good mhrek‘s writing is bcs i‘m jealous but oh my people. and I’m actually quite picky when it comes to writing styles, but i fear she just mastered the repitions and creating an atmosphere that eats u up.
i loved jisung. i loved how he was written, i loved how he felt, how he acted, how he thought. and it all was so real that i saw myself more often in him than i would like to admit. and it was so painful but it was so romantic as well. and i had to look up words more than just once, but that’s the thing with well-written fics. and i can’t ever look at figs the same. and i‘m so glad it got a happy end, because i‘m always scared the storys might leave me in shards if not. because they would. and i‘m glad minho loved jisung back all along. because that’s what he deserved. and i don’t really understand love, but they make me since i could practically feel their warmth melting through the words. disgustingly sweet.
unfortunately, it seems like I’m unable to keep myself short when it comes to mhrek‘s fics but that’s okay, because that’s not even all the love i‘d devote to this story. #sometimesyoujustwannakissotherpeoplebecauseofhowgoodtheywrite 🥰 -
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“Okay. You can tell her exactly what I told you,” Hyeju clenches her teeth. “Chaewon comes over to sketch flowers while I’m taking my lunch. We barely even talk. Also, I don’t know who started the rumor that we’re into each other, but it’s just… patently false. So…”
“Wow,” Jiwoo clutches her flowers to her chest. “That was more words than I’ve heard you say at once in years. She must be really special, huh?”
“I’m going to call the police."
(OR: Hyeju has a crush on the pretty tattoo artist from across the road; it's
notthat serious.)Bookmarked by skyyves
01 Oct 2025
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aghhh so fucking cute, this should be longerr 😭