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no thoughts, just jaemin in a white t-shirt and grey sweats

Resources For Describing Emotion

Emotions

Without Making Your Character Feel Too Self Aware

Showing Emotion Without Telling About It

Emotions Associated With Body Language

Telling Readers What The Character Doesn’t Want To Show

Hiding Emotions

Expressing Cardinal Emotions: Masculine vs. Feminine

Writing Extreme Emotion Without Melodrama

Specific Emotions

Conveying Shock

Conveying Embarrassment

Conveying Disappointment

Conveying Love/Attraction

Conveying Annoyance

Conveying Relief

Conveying Uncertainty

Conveying Impatience

Conveying Shame

Conveying Resentment

Conveying Panic

Conveying Guilt

Conveying Desperation

Conveying Sarcasm & Verbal Disrespect

Conveying Confusion

Conveying Stubbornness

Conveying Frustration

Conveying Indifference

Conveying Indignation

Conveying Confidence & Pride

Conveying Smugness

Conveying Enthusiasm

Conveying Curiosity

Conveying Hopefulness

Conveying Unease

Conveying Reluctance

Conveying Worry

Conveying Humility & Meekness

Conveying Happiness & Joy

Conveying Amusement

Conveying Disgust

Conveying Resignation

Conveying Jealousy

Conveying Anticipation

Conveying Contentment

Conveying Defeat

Conveying Excitement

Conveying Fear

Conveying Hatred

Conveying Hurt

Conveying Being Overwhelmed

Conveying Sadness & Grief

Conveying Satisfaction

Conveying Somberness

Conveying Sympathy & Empathy

Conveying Wariness

Conveying Defensiveness

Conveying Desire

Conveying Doubt

Conveying Energy

Conveying Exhaustion

Conveying Hunger

Conveying Loneliness

Conveying Physical Pain

Emotional Wounds

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no cuz my dumbass really tried to poke on the recaptcha thing and i thought it was a pic so i got really hooked when it worked but then soon realized it was a gif.

°D–3 . . . ⚠︎ sir, i'm afraid that is very much illegal. ⌫

let’s play pretend.

what if we’re in love? haha, just kidding… unless?

pairing :: na jaemin x reader genre :: fluff / best friend + college au word count :: 1,552 words warnings :: none playlist :: talk too much (coin) ⋆ face (woosung) ⋆ pretend (bad suns) ⋆ la belle femme (hunny) ⋆ love you like crazy (taeyeon) author’s note :: best f2l is the ultimate trope sorry i don’t make the rules

Persistent fratboys at parties are the absolute worst. Already early into the night, you find yourself unable to shake off the latest leech in all his snapback and rayban glory. Why is it that they never back off until you’re forced to lie about a significant other? If you’re lucky, they’ll stop there. It’s quite stupid how they’ll let you go only if you suddenly have a boyfriend, rather than simply understanding that you aren’t interested. Perhaps, they’re too scared to confront how undesirable they actually are.

Literally, nobody wants someone who owns salmon shorts and more button up shirts with palm trees than necessary. Never mind the fact that you’ve seen this guy participate in more forties at four than actually attend his classes sober if he even makes it to your shared A.I. ethics lecture at eight in the morning. And he’s wearing those god awful sperry boat shoes with no socks. Inwardly, you shiver.

Eyes flitting around, you desperately try to see if you can find any one of your friends nearby who can take you out of your misery, but Yeji and Yerim are already mixed in the drunken dancing crowd, and you can’t find Donghyuck or Jeno anywhere. Renjun had been standing with you prior, but he already went home a few minutes ago because he had midterms early tomorrow morning. However, perhaps Lady Luck understands your woes because you spot your best friend coming out of the kitchen.

You quickly grab his arm, pulling Jaemin over. “Sorry, I’m here with him already.”

“This is your boyfriend?” the guy asks skeptically, unabashedly staring at your friend in question.

“Yep. Yes, that’s him. My boyfriend. Love of my life. My other half. His name is Jaemin.”

Jaemin turns to look at you, somewhat confused. You try to send some sort of telepathic message to him, and to your relief, it seems that he understands when you shoot him a look of mixed panic and desperation.

“Yeah, that’s me. I’m the boyfriend. The super significant other.” He reconfirms your answer and returns the male’s stare, giving him an enthusiastic thumbs up.

Great. Nothing says “I love you” more than a common hand signal found on YouTube videos. Maybe you should tell fratboy to hit the subscribe button, too. Subscribe to see more daily mishaps in the life of Y/N and watch as she digs an even deeper hole for herself.

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PINK P💔WER — ピンクは最高の色です;;

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twinkling are the stars in the sky like the hearts on fire in 𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻’s eyes as you play with his hands, warm in comparison of the light silver of his rings. you swing your legs on either side of the magnolia you climbed on and it’s very cute, from his view. it shows the childishness you still have in the depth of your caring soul, pure, innocent.

despite the darkness, the stars illuminate the pink dust on your cheeks and the curve in your lips, a few tears swimming at the brim and threatening to spill out. you’re just cold, he knows, but he still wants to pull you so close there’s nothing left between you except the pounding of your hearts and the mingling of your shortened breaths as he murmurs how wrecked he is for you.

baby, i love you. no, fuck, haechan is so bad at this. he ruffles the chocolate locks sitting in a mess on his head and presses his palm against your cheek, his eyes flickering in nervousness as he bites his lip to calm himself down. the tips of his fingers caress the fragile petals of the flower resting on top of your ear, and he almost feels your pulse working harder to get heard by his yearning for love heart.

angel, sweetheart, darling, honey, pumpkin, cutie, little bean, sparkle ... which one should he use to confess that the butterflies inside him are choking him as the time passes and he hasn’t made you his precious one yet ?

“hey, dumbass- ” - shit. good start, haechan. way to get it.

the glimmer in the sky flickers into your eyes once you look up, your bangs flying into the chilly wind to fall across your face and he can’t resist the temptation of pushing them away. he’s mesmerized by your puffy lips, the roundness of your cheeks, everything, every single thing about you.

“yes, hyuck ?” and there goes the little nickname that heats his flesh into a puddle.

“i - i shouldn’t have started, you know anyways, it’s not like you’re stupid or anything.” he bites on his words like he was afraid to actually say that... he’s in love ? for the first time ever, no matter how many panties he’s got in a twist during his on-going fuckboy years.

the laughter pouring from your lips is like a soft mix of the most gracious melodies, one he’s fallen asleep to when even the darkness of his room couldn’t do so. haechan didn’t think a shy, cute and innocent creature like you would make the first move. you, who wore the cutest sparkles in your eyes, the prettiest pink on your cheeks and the most knee-bending pout on your lips. never in the ten years of knowing you, he thought you’d be the one to truly grasp is soul with the snap of your fingers.

your hands wandered along his thighs as they shook with so many emotions, ripping a few strings off his dark jeans, gasping at the taste of his cherry lips and how soft they felt on yours. even as the rain started to pour, your fingertips trailing along his chest, he never stopped kissing you. he gripped your waist and pulled you into his lap, murmuring under his breath that he’s been in love with you for ages, apologizing that he’s never had the courage to tell you.

when you broke away, the realization hit you deep ; haechan has never been your bestfriend, he was your soulmate ♡

you don’t understand,, im OBSESSED ... ive replayed this part an unhealthy amount of times 😔

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