mischief managed ;

to my dearest, loveliest, kindest honey bees:

i think we’ve all seen this coming. starting nearly three years ago, after i posted the universe of us and lovers’ paradox, i felt like it was time. but i didn’t want to let go. so i tried so hard to push myself to write (i.e. solace, roulette, double-cross, cloud ten), and those are still some of the writing pieces i’m the most proud of to have penned. i don’t regret it at all. unfortunately, i grew bored of writing and dreaded seeing this blog.

and that’s when i knew. bts held a special place in my heart for six years and will always continue to do so. but i’ve simply outgrown them, and my interest in them has waned. I haven’t listened to them in months, and they no longer serve as a muse for my writing, but rather, stopped me from wanting to write altogether. they’re a part of an era of my life that i’m ready to let go of.

i distinctly remember how i felt when i first saw them perform for twenty minutes on a small stage with a half filled audience at kcon 2014. i was fifteen or barely sixteen, giddy beyond belief, absolutely wonderstruck, and butterflies fluttering in my stomach. and now, six years later, as a just newly turned (!!!) twenty two year old, to be able to see them once more in this upcoming april, to be able to see them flourish and come this far, it’s a different feeling. it’s a mixture of nostalgia, gratitude, and happiness. it’s the closure i need to end this chapter.

i still hope to write my last part of the law and order: bts collab one day, and that will be my final writing piece posted on this blog whenever i finish it. from my starting days on quizilla/quotev at age thirteen to my shinee writing as sarangghae (august - december 2014) to my exo days as exo-nerates (december 2014 - december 2015) to the short-lived lovelyoongis (january - april 2016) that transitioned to my permanent home as taesthetes (april 2016 - march 2020), it’s been quite a ride. taesthetes has been, without a doubt, the most impactful and longest part of my writing journey. but it’s time for a new muse.

it’s such a privilege to have over 4.5k honey bees reading and enjoying my works. i want all of you to know that i’m really truly grateful that you chose to include me in your life. thank you for liking my content, reblogging my posts, reading my writings, sending me sweet messages, visiting my blog for even just a millisecond because in that time space, you decided to let me have a tiny part in your life. i was able to exist in your life for that moment, and i believe that’s the most beautiful and rewarding part of being a writer.

being a writer was one of my childhood dreams. i wrote dozens upon dozens of silly stories as a child. but as i grew older, the expectations set for an adult are quite different, especially with asian parents. writing online was really the only place i could indulge in this dream. if i were able to tell my younger self that she was able to become a writer in the future, she would have been over the moon. so, thank you all so so much for your support and kindness and for allowing me to indulge in one of my childish whims.

to the ones who have been here from the start, to the ones who came here later on, to the ones who have already moved on, to the ones who may find this blog in the future, to the wonderful friends i’ve made on here, i hope every single one of you finds love and happiness within your life and most importantly, within yourself. you are all incredibly special and important, and i love you so so so much.

no amount of words can truly encompass all my gratitude towards you, but thank you all so much for being such a bright part of my own life these past four years and maybe even beyond. you all have given me endless love and support, and that means the entire universe to me.

i think you all deserve to know where i’ve been writing for the past year after sticking with me for so long. several of you have actually found me already, which is absolutely mind boggling. nevertheless, i’m now at @luvdsc where i have been happily writing for nct.

to my lovely anons: 💜 anon, tuou anon, travel anon, vn army anon, jilt anon, and crush anon, i hope you know that i’m always here for you, and you’re always welcome to message me on my new blog.

thank you for these four years, honey bees.

with all my love,

Cat.

p.s. happy birthday to the loml king taeyeon and to yoongi ♡

IM GOING TO SEE BTS ON SUNDAY 4/26 IN SANTA CLARA 🤩🤩

JONGDAE IS GETTING MARRIED AND HAVING A CHILD OH MY GOD IM SO HAPPY FOR HIM

let’s unfall in love.

what if it began with the epilogue?

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader genre: angst, fluff type: college au word count: 3,291 words warnings: none playlist: 13 (lany) ⋆ 7up (boy in space) ⋆ pancakes (lany) ⋆ i.l.y. (the rose) ⋆ a poem titled you (taeyeon) ⋆ so, soo pretty (lany) author’s note: based on my college shenanigans and a few relationships i’ve witnessed my friends have

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It doesn’t end with a bang.

It ends with a quiet click of the lock and him sliding the key under the front door, instead of letting it hang from the bunny keychain you bought him three years ago. The apartment meant for two now only houses one, and the furniture that two chose together is now only owned by one. His last whispered goodbye echoes softly in the corners of the room before the silence settles around you in a stifling manner.

He had picked up the final box of his remaining items that you painstakingly packed away. The bigger items had been moved in the past two weeks, but you carefully gathered the last of his belongings and trinkets hidden within your once shared home earlier today. Three years of memories have all been reduced to one cardboard box filled with knick knacks. Will he throw away the ticket stub from your first movie date together? Will the small teddy bear be donated? You hope he won’t.

Sitting on the bed that now seemed too big, you reach over to your nightstand, tugging open the bottom drawer. You pull out the oversized, worn out black sweater with a small hole near the right sleeve. With a quiet smile, you register the faint smell of his cologne, balling up the soft fabric and pressing your nose to its collar. You hope he doesn’t mind that you kept one thing of his.