Scored! : L.c

5:27PM : Your head is in his lap, and he strokes a piece of your hair from your swollen, damp eyes. You look so small and vulnerable in his lap, little, silent sobs coming from your mouth and hiccups making your head bounce on his legs.

But Hyunjin can’t bring himself to care, because you look so broken. From your diamond tears to the bloodshot eyes that puff from the sheer amount of crying you’ve done, he thinks his heart breaks every time he looks at you. Clad in baggy, comfortable clothes and hair pushed messily back, you don’t care how you look around him, especially not at this moment.

All he can do is run his long fingers through your hair, the strands gently falling back with each stroke of his hand. He rubs your ear gently and scratches the skin behind it as he hears your cries calm, knowing it’s somewhat soothing you. Your breathing is still erratic, sure, but your eyes are opening and you're not shaking anymore. Anything is better than before, he thinks, and he uses his free hand to wipe some of your tears away.

Suddenly meeting your skin, he notices your face is way too hot. Of course it is, it’s the middle of July and you’re wearing the fluffiest, thickest tracksuit bottom and jumper you could possibly get. But he doesn’t dare move to fix it.

It’s as though you’re a sleeping kitten, little and precious and the dread of disturbing your slumber is greater than anything. Apart from the fact that you’re not sleeping, you're crying, and he can’t bare to leave you alone. You don’t deserve to be alone.

Making a mental note to sort out your rising temperature later, he quickly swipes his thumb underneath both of your eyes, hand softly moving down and cupping your jaw while his thumb rubs over the expanse of skin. Until he can feel that you have somewhat caught your breath, he continues like that, and then moves down to your own hand. There’s one that’s not gripping onto his shirt like it is the most important thing in the world, and he entwines your fingers with his.

You immediately squeeze it, and he smiles down sadly at you when you do it. However, your eyes are on the hand that’s linked with his, and the way he brings it up to his lips and presses a fleeting kiss to the soft skin. Hyunjin doesn’t think he has the capacity to worry about your breathing in this moment, as all he can think about is the fact that his heart is beating out of his chest and he might have a heart attack.

You’ve always been affectionate with each other but kissing your hand when you’re sobbing over your stupid ex who broke your heart? That wasn’t the close, friendly affection you were used to.

But the feeling of your hand loosening from his shirt takes his mind off of it momentarily, and he watches your every move. He sees the way your hand moves to his wrist, the one that is stroking through your hair, and removes it from where it is. However you don’t place it down like he expects. Without a moment's hesitation, you bring it to your own, puffy and red lips, and place the most heart warming, delicate kiss on his skin that he has ever felt.

You’ve both put together and shattered his heart in one small action, because he’s staring at you both confused and overjoyed, clueless as if he has no clue what to do next.

He doesn’t need to know, because you know for him. You know that he has had your heart for a long while, even if you caught on embarrassingly late, and that Hwang Hyunjin is your forever man. He’s the one who comforts you when you feel lonelier than ever, he’s the one who never fails to buy you a valentine’s day gift because ‘he doesn’t want you to be sad if you don’t get one’, and he’s the one who has helped you when you never knew you needed it.

There is no one else’s arms you’d rather be wrapped up in when you feel so lost, so you let the moment continue. Whatever you are, whatever you do. That can all come later. For now, you and him being there together is the only thing that matters, and you both know much rather live in the moment if that’s where you both were.

BABY ATHYYYY <33

SHE TOO GODDAMN CUTE- IM DYING

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★ WHAT WOULD CANCEL BLUE LOCK BOYS IN THE INTERNET ★

with — Rin, Shidou, Sae, Nagi

basically just about what canceled people have done but its blue lock characters

cw: mentions of violence (shidou and sae) mentions of reo x nagi 😭 (they’re not in a relationship here just a online inside joke in their fandom)

disclaimer: all just headcanons, all of em never happened, not canon 🫡

★ RIN

just some random day his name was just trending on twitter and people just keep on saying that “Rin is a nepo baby but his brother is the famous one” — “he’s only famous because of his brother”

honestly got canceled for no reason and he doesn’t give a fuck

he would wear those shirt with a “nepo baby” text on it

he would also get alot of backlash about his behavior. “he doesn’t wave at his fans” “he doesn’t want to take pictures together” “he flip us off”

he would go live on insta and have the funniest response on his issues (and they’re mostly used on tiktok as reaction vids)

haters wont affect him if he’s the biggest hater in this planet 🫡

and also restored tweets literally just bashing some other soccer players

★ SHIDOU

mainly literally brawling with rin in the middle of their game

“why is he still on the team anyway” “i can’t believe ya’ll still support shitdou” “all this tiktok girlies will make edits of him being this violent, poor rin :((“

people (rin’s fans) hated his guts because he always pick a fight with rin

another mf who won’t give a fuck about the internet have to say

restored tweets. mostly just saying the most horny statement known to man

has cheating allegations too

“bro thinks he’s aiku 😂” — “are they real? HAHWJSHA” — “bro he gets girlfriends?”

he enjoys being a menace in the internet, he’s fine being a clown of it or whatever he just want to piss people off

★ SAE

being literally friends with shidou 😭😭

“no wonder he’s also a meanie”— “yall need to see someone if you guys find red flags like them hot😭”— “gahdam what’s wrong with his hair🤨”

he gets alot of hate already about his attitude

said a slur once

run over a paparazzi once with his luxurious car

but people find it really hard to hate him fully because he always get the best plays whenever he’s on the field, that at the end of the day more people still will be cheering for him

one of his big issue is literally having a own fight with his OWN brother

people think that’s too far already and feels sorry for rin

“poor guy no wonder why he’s so emo he have a brother like this” — “its always the older siblings” — “this whole soccer thing is turning into a drama”

★ NAGI

he has very overly obsessed fans

yep. i like to think that aside football, he also streams online to show off his gaming skills

doesn’t care about the hate comments he gets because he know that haters can’t be avoided when you’re famous. BUT HIS FANS ON THE OTHER HAND…

if you said something that he didn’t like the world will most likely know your address or something because his fans are gnna come for you

and his fans will probably bully tf out of his haters too 😭

“nagi stans are krazy bruh dont mess with them” — “those nagi stans need jail time 😬” — “nagi control ur fandom 😐 they’re ruining lives online”

will apologize on his fans behalf

has probably said something homophobic accidentally and didn’t know it was that offensive til he reads his chats

“ayo! HAHAHAHAH don’t you have a boyfriend?”— “reo collect ur man HAHAHA” — “bro why u said that 💀”

would apologize for the lack of knowledge

nagi: guys reo is not my boyfriend, he’s my best friend y’ll

thanks for reading lads

mortal sin // nct dream

prologue; looking back 

masterlist

words: 2.2k

warnings: graphic violence, character death, torture(?)

preface: I’m really excited for this series. Yes taeyong is the picture, but this isn’t a Taeyong fic. You’ll understand when you read, I just wanted to provide a visual for what he’s supposed to look like.

I remember feeling so giddy when my mom took me to the pop up flea market. Every year I’d breath in the smell of various spices and produce. My dad would sneak me carrot cupcakes even after mom said no. I associated this area with the taste of sugary icing and the potent smell of cinnamon.

All those memories are tainted with blood and mortal fear. I race through the marketplace, shoving pedestrians out of the way. I ignore the outcries of confusion and shock as my body crashes into theirs. The path before me seems endless with a sea of people only slowing me down. Against my better judgement, I look behind me. 

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