Hoe-shii - Kai!

I have a suggestion for all writers reading this, please write more platonic fics, scenarios, hcs and e.t.c.

Sure I love romance but I also wanna read some wholesome platonic fics 😭🙏🏼

Anyways, love y'all 😉🫶🏼

I am in desperate need for Misaeng: Incomplete life fanfics 😭

There are literally none at all 😔 so if there are any writers out there that are bored and have no idea what to write, here is a recommendation (I'm begging you actually), especially if it's Han Seok Yul, Kang Hae-joon or Jang Baek-ki 🧎🏼‍♀️🛐

just choi seung hyun being extremely hot and perfect

something i keep experiencing

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Am I the only one that cries over imaginary scenarios? Just me?

A little tip from me, don't listen to sad/heartbreaking songs while reading or imagining scenarios 😭

AHHHHH

Am I being watched rn..

CAN WE PLEASE TALK MORE ABOUT THIS!?

☆ dae-ho is for the girls who play with their necklaces & hair when they get nervous!!

☆ dae-ho is for the girls who always get picked last.

☆ dae-ho is for the girls who constantly pick at their fingers causing them to bleed.

☆ dae-ho is for the girls who constantly have to hear "do you speak?" "you're so quiet"

☆ dae-ho is for the girls who go up to quiet kids to make sure they're okay.

☆ dae-ho is for the girls who put themselves last to make sure everyone else is alright.

I'm literally in love with this 👅🙌🏼

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 || 𝐒𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐚 ||

A/n: here you go! @bisexualgirly12 i apologize it took me a while

The Cave of Two Lovers was supposed to be a shortcut, an easy detour through the treacherous mountain pass. Instead, it had become the latest in a long list of disasters.

“This is your fault,” Sokka grumbled, pacing in the dim torchlight. His arms were crossed, his jaw set, and his expression was full of exasperation. “We should’ve just taken the long way like I said.”

“You mean the way that had Fire Nation patrols?” you shot back, mirroring his stance. “Yeah, great idea, Sokka. That would’ve been so much better.”

“It would’ve been safer!”

“You got us lost twice today. Why would I trust your navigation skills now?”

“Excuse me? I am great with directions!”

“You once got lost in a straight tunnel....”

Sokka opened his mouth, closed it, then dramatically threw his arms in the air. “Okay, that was one time! And I was tired!”

"That's such a stupid excuse!" You huffed, hugging yourself against the growing chill of the cave. The torchlight flickered in Sokka’s hands, casting long shadows against the ancient rock walls. Somewhere in the distance, the faint hum of glowing crystals pulsed softly, as if mocking the two of you.

“Ugh, forget it. Let’s just focus on getting out of here before—"

The flame sputtered.

Both of you froze.

The torch flickered once.

Twice.

Then, with a final, pitiful fizzle—darkness.

A beat of silence stretched between you before Sokka let out a strangled, barely-contained groan. “No, no, no—come on, stupid fire! Work with me!” He shook the torch aggressively, as if sheer willpower could reignite it.

“Brilliant,” you muttered, pressing your fingers to your temple. “We’re actually going to die down here.”

“Okay, dramatic. We are not going to die,” Sokka insisted. “We’re just… temporarily inconvenienced.”

You sighed, crossing your arms. “You don’t have another torch, do you?”

“…No.”

“Do you have flint?”

A pause. “…No.”

You inhaled sharply through your nose, trying to suppress the overwhelming urge to strangle him. “So what you’re saying is, we’re stuck here, in complete darkness, because you—the guy who is supposed to be the responsible one—forgot to bring a backup torch?”

“Hey! That is not fair!” Sokka retorted, waving his arms wildly despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “Katara usually handles the fire stuff! And you could’ve brought one too, you know!”

"Me! Ugh you're so!"You were about to argue when something caught your eye. A faint glow, seeping into the cavern like a heartbeat.

The crystals.

As your vision adjusted, the darkness gave way to an ethereal blue-green shimmer, illuminating the space around you. The soft light carved out the sharp edges of Sokka’s face, his furrowed brows easing as he, too, noticed the glow.

“Well… that’s kinda pretty,” he admitted.

You exhaled a laugh, some of the tension melting away. “Yeah. It is.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The bickering was forgotten, replaced by the strange, unexpected quiet of the cave. Sokka was looking at you now, really looking—his usual smirk absent, replaced by something softer, more hesitant.

The glow of the crystals played with the shadows on his face, making his features seem even sharper, even closer. His blue eyes flickered to your lips, just for a second, before darting away.

“Y’know,” he started, scratching the back of his neck. “That old guy—Chong—he said something about, uh… the whole kissing to escape the cave thing.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you seriously suggesting that we—”

“No! I mean—maybe?” Sokka groaned, squeezing his eyes shut. “Look, I’m just saying, we should consider all options, and if there’s even a tiny chance that smooching is the secret exit button, then—”

You rolled your eyes. “Sokka.”

“I mean, it’s not the worst idea—”

“Sokka.”

“I’m just thinking practically!”

“Are you?” you teased, stepping closer. His rambling cut off immediately.

There was a shift in the air between you, a charge that hadn’t been there before. The usual push and pull of your banter had always been just that—playful, teasing, full of exasperation but never… this. Never something that sent warmth curling in your chest. Never something that made your pulse stutter when he looked at you like that.

Sokka swallowed. “So… should we, uh—”

Instead of answering, you leaned in.

The kiss was hesitant at first—uncertain, warm, the barest brush of lips. But then Sokka responded, his hand instinctively reaching for your waist, pulling you a fraction closer as the glow of the crystals wrapped around you like firelight.

It was brief, soft, but enough to make your heart skip.

When you pulled away, Sokka blinked at you, wide-eyed, like he wasn’t entirely sure what just happened.

“Well,” he breathed. “That was… huh.”

You smirked. “You say that like it was a bad thing.”

“No! Not at all! Just… unexpected.” He paused, lips twitching. “I mean, I always thought if we kissed, it’d be after, like, I heroically saved you from a Fire Nation ambush. Or after I gave an incredibly moving, poetic speech about my feelings. Or maybe even under the moon—”

You snorted. “So you’ve thought about it?”

Sokka immediately went red. “I—I mean—shut up.”

You laughed, and he let out a groan, covering his face with his hands. But then, after a second, he peeked at you through his fingers, a sheepish smile curling at the edges of his lips.

“…Can we do that again? Y’know, just to see if it really helps us get out of here.”

You rolled your eyes, but your grin gave you away. “Sure, Sokka. For strictly practical reasons, of course.”

And as he kissed you again, you could swear the glow of the crystals burned just a little brighter.

I desperately need more!!

thinking about kang dae-ho insisting you sleep on the bottom bunks with him during lights out so he can protect you. one arm slung around your body, holding you so close to his chest that he’d wake if you moved an inch.

his lunch fork would be clenched tightly between his fingers, hidden under the pillow so as to not worry you to the danger lurking on the other side of the room. he’d be ready to jab the long silver prongs into anyone that dared get too close.

spare mattresses would be set up around the spot you slept as makeshift barricades, all under the guise of privacy. but really dae-ho was buying himself time to react if he didn’t notice anyone creeping over in the shadows. every second counted when it came to keeping you safe. every second.

something the games made him painfully aware of.

“dae-ho?” you mumbled sleepily, shifting in his hold. “why aren’t you asleep?”

he leaned in and pressed his lips to your hair. “shh,” he soothed. “go back to sleep, baby.”

“have you slept at all?” you asked, and he slipped a hand under your shirt to rub circles against your tummy.

“of course,” he lied, pressing another kiss to your cheek this time. “sleep,” he ordered, “now.”

you wanted to pout and protest, but the heaviness of your eyelids won. dae-ho held you as you fell back asleep, relieved that you could again be blissfully unaware of the danger in the dark. but not dae-ho. he wouldn’t close his eyes longer than a blink, too afraid of what lurked in the shadows. too afraid of what could happen to you if he wasn’t ready to leap to your defence at any given moment.

he stroked your hair, tightened his grip on the fork, and narrowed his eyes at the shadows. even with his friends all awake and alert like him, he worried that he’d need more than a fork to keep you safe.

but he was big and he was strong, and as long as you were in his arms, he would stop at nothing to keep his girl alive.

need dae-ho to hold me tight ngl. like, comment, reblog. love <3