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moonshampoo · 5 months ago

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proposing to you | nct dream

“Marry me,” he started, “Carry a part of me wherever you go too.”

pairing » nct dream (individual members) x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship au!, non-idol au!, marriage au! (well it leads to it)

genre » it's all just fluff and vibes here hehe, dreamies who are all very much in love with you, mark's one makes me chuckle, renjun's one makes me wanna squish his cheeks (i miss him 😭), jeno's one makes me melt, haechan's one is chaotically (?) romantic (in my opinion), jaemin's one makes me want to have pets again so bad, chenle's one makes me want to splurge and treat myself, jisung's one is too adorable for me

word count; estimated reading time » 4303 (total); ~16 mins (total)

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » nicknames; members to reader (love, bubs), lots of kissing, ...not proofread---

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

my very first time doing something like this. this scenario has been in my head for some time and i finally had the time to sit and write it all 🥰 (and also because sem 1 results come out later today and this is my way of forgetting about it uhm 🤠)

this is my personal take on how each member from dream would propose to you!! i tried to make them all with similar word count but i can't help but to get carried away with some 🥹

Mark sits on the stool, one foot on the ground while the other is on the footrest, making sure that his guitar is tuned properly and that the new strings that he bought yesterday are set up properly. To ease his tension he strums random chords and raps random words on top, making the other Dreamies lovingly judge (and tease) him. Jeno would be tasked with calming him down, while Haechan does the exact opposite of what Jeno is doing, purposely annoying him to get his mind off his nervousness. Either way, it worked well to get the lovesick boy from the reason why they’re all gathered today.

“You both are too loud!” Renjun says when Chenle adds random notes to Mark’s singing, belting high notes that are out of his range whilst also purposely hitting them off-tune.

“She’s probably going to walk in and think we’re crazy,” Jisung whispers to the boy who scolded Haechan not long after, who decided to join in on the chaos.

“Well, the point is that she doesn’t see the chaos right now…” Jeno lets out a nervous grin, turning his head to the still-closed door, “Maybe one of us should stand outside and text someone in the room or something.”

“No,” Jaemin crosses his arms, “This is funny,” taking out his phone to start recording, making the other three facepalm at how he’s indirectly contributing to the chaos.

In the end, the noise and chaos were too loud for anyone in the room to realise the door opening. When he noticed you from the other side of the room, hand over your mouth, cheeks rising at the scene, his voice cracked and his cheeks blushed instantly. Mark’s voice cracked and his coughing caused the other boys to be immediately disciplined, rushing to their scheduled spots in their room as Mark mutters an “Oh crap…” thinking that everything has all been ruined.

You tried to keep your laughs at bay at your pouting boyfriend, but the image of him being silly only made it harder for you to wipe the smile off your face. But soon after, you realise the decoration around the room and the heart-shaped balloons and the unique balloons shaped like rings. Understanding how this is a different occasion to a date that you expected him to set up, you blurted a quick “No, I didn't see anything!” and rushed out the door, heart beating fast at the possible connotations behind the set-up.

It will forever become a memory that you two will always bring up whenever and wherever. A slight mention of it would instantly bring out a shy Mark who hides his red face in the crook of your neck, forever in love with you.

“Ah! That proposal was supposed to be perfect.”

Your mind replays the scene back again. After running out of the room, you waited around five more minutes, trying to calm the beating against your chest. When you did enter back, your eyes were only focused on Mark who started performing the little piece that he has prepared for you. Your body sways to the rhythm and the sweet melody of his voice and Mark who kept his eyes on yours for the majority of the performance only made the moment even more special. You remember the way you hopped on stage, only wanting to be held in his arms and unable to let go. Eventually, you did and Mark got down on one knee with the ring that he had prepared for this moment. Reminiscing the time always made you chuckle and Mark pouted and groaned, knowing that you were lost in that time once more.

A kiss lands on his lips, wiping the pout effectively from his lips, “It’s perfect because it was you, Markie.”

Renjun is pacing around the room, making sure the decorations are placed at their designated spots properly. He would circle the room countless times, making sure the flowers were fresh and presented in the way that he liked whilst his hands busied themselves with playing with the case of your ring; that he hopes will be on your fourth finger soon.

Mark massages his shoulder, relieving his body tension. Jaemin has his camera ready to take pictures whenever he can, making sure not to interfere with the small bubble that Renjun would create with you. Jisung, being more responsible than the older members most of the time stands still with a proud look on his face while Chenle gives him a thumbs up along with Jeno as well. Haechan is just as encouraging; Renjun’s threat to make sure he didn’t cause trouble playing in his head.

“I think everything is set up,” Jaemin says as he takes more photos of the venue to add for the memory book.

“You’re playing a very important role here,” Haechan comments, a hand resting on his hand, “Don’t mess it up.”

Jaemin replies with a slightly menacing smile, “Don’t mess with me, Lee Haechan.”

“To be honest, everything will go well as long as Renjun doesn’t go blank as soon as she walks in,” Chenle teases the older boy at how in love and speechless Renjun would be around you.

“True,” Mark gives him an encouraging thumbs up, “But you’ll be fine. She’ll be here any minute now actually.”

You received instructions through text from Jeno about meeting at a place, a dress code and a time “when you should open the door (don’t open it before!)”. The text is odd and when asking Renjun about it, the tips of his ears growing red from each passing second tell you that he does know what’s going on but it's cleer he wouldn't tell. You couldn’t ask any more questions after he pulled your face into his for a quick kiss, hushing you from any more questions.

When you walked in, outfit in line with the theme of the room and matching with his, Renjun’s heart melted once more, falling in love with you all over again. You slowly walk towards your boyfriend, eyes flickering around the area and taking in the decorations as well as giving the boys a smile and greeting back. When Renjun is infront of you, he playfully bows, momentarily stumbling and losing his balance. You cup his cheeks when he lifts his head, kissing his lips, not bothering about the camera capturing it all.

“W-Woah,” Renjun stumbles with his words, “That was nice.”

“This whole place is nice, Junnie,” your boyfriend is relieved by your words, “You look beyond nice, by the way.”

Few minutes later, Renjun takes his position on the floor and Jaemin captures it the memories with his camera: the way it dawned on you that he's proposing, to when you finally sealed Renjun’s love and to the way Renjun takes your lips after.

Jaemin smiles behind the camera, capturing all the moments to make a physical memory of it all.

Including getting extremely closer than he said he wouldn’t take a better picture of the band around your finger.

“So this is why you made me dress up?” Taking in the fragrance of the flowers that Jisung gave as a token of congratulations from the rest of the boys.

Renjun nods, “You look beautiful, by the way.”

Jeno and his little smile that would reach his eyes. That was one of the first reasons why you fell for Jeno but to him, it’s his default expression whenever he sees, thinks of hears anything related to you. At the start of your relationship, he’s shy about receiving and giving you affection but you didn’t mind initiating the skinship, hugging and pecking his cheeks that would gradually lean towards his lips. He loves the skinship from you even in front of the rest of the boys who would tease him about it.

“She loves you,” Jaemin wiggles his eyebrows at the goodbye kiss you gave him.

“I love her more,” he replies, his eyes filled with heart shapes.

As the relationship developed and you got a little place with him, Jeno would slowly be the one who initiated the skinship, hugging your waist to sleep and keeping you close to him whenever he could. Even outside, he would be the one to link your hands together first and show his love through the bouquet of flowers from the start of any date.

“These bouquets just keep growing bigger and bigger each time in my opinion,” twirling the gift around in your hand while the other is in Jeno’s.

Your boyfriend kissed your head, “It didn’t really change from the first one, bubs.” Content with the little giggle you gave as he watched the elevator take you both to the floor where he booked the last dinner where you would be his girlfriend and the last anniversary as boyfriend and girlfriend; the start of a new title to the both of you.

His hand is stashed in his pocket where the ring is and he couldn’t help but gulp nervousnessly. The dinner went smoothly with the courses that Jeno pre-ordered and throughout the whole date, he loves the way you fill the atmosphere with the times that you didn’t spend together for the day, him updating you on his day too. He would never be tired of hearing your voice and the eye smile on him is a clear indication of that.

“I’m going to go to the restroom,” Jeno says as he kisses the back of your hand. He approaches one of the workers there, asking for the largest bouquet that he has ever given you in their back room where he dropped it off hours before the dinner.

You’re preoccupied with taking pictures of the view from the windows that span from the floor to the ceiling but your boyfriend’s reaction comes into view and your phone screen rests on the table once again, ready to greet him. What you didn’t expect is when Jeno kneeled to one knee, arms outstretching the flowers he had with the opened box nestling between its petals.

“Jeno?” You asked him, tears beginning to fill up your eyes.

“I thought it would be nice to ask here, at this place. We always spent our anniversaries here and even today,” happy with how the corner of your lips rises with the event, “Will you marry me?”

It took you less than a millisecond to respond with a nod and a loud “Yes”. When Jeno stood from his position, your arms were immediately wrapped around his, hiding your lower face behind his shoulder.

“I thought you were shy.”

“I am,” heat rising to his cheeks, “But I wanted to make this special for my very special girl.”

The Dreamies have never seen Haechan so nervous before. It bought them back to the times when he was crushing on you, blushing and being giddy all the time at the thought of you. They remember how Haechan was asking Jaemin for advice for the outfit on your first date that you prepared, and he rocked up with something really formal for a casual date, mixing up the place for the restaurant as a similar four-star restaurant. It would be something that not only you would tease him about, but when news spread to the Dreamies, they used it as the main thing to tease him about whenever he was being mischievous. It did die down quickly as after learning that the memory is very fond to you, the teasing wouldn’t work against him anymore.

The necklace that Haechan gifted you that day would be a reminder of the happiness that he has been giving you from the start of the journey and just like the sun pendant that reminds you of him, you love how just a glance of it knocks out all your worries that life may have weighed you down with.

It all seemed to be a recent memory, but that was quite a long time ago for everyone who knew what happened. Now, Haechan is waiting for you to come back home after a night out with your friends and earlier in the day, the boy who was pacing around the room about what to wear to his first date with now is now pacing around the jewellery store on the perfect ring on your hand.

He talked with the boys about his proposal plan to which the others have chipped in and helped him with. In the end, some of their advice is taken on board, but most of them made him grip his hair and made him say, “I’m just going to wing it.”

To which Mark replied with, “Sure, dude. If it doesn’t go ‘well’, it’s another thing to tease you about.”

In all seriousness though, he wants the proposal to be perfect; just like how you are to him. He plops down on the bed, raising the box to the ceiling as he looks at the diamond he worked hard for. At the sound of the front door creaking and your voice greeting him from the other side of the house, he pockets the jewellery in his sweatpants, jumping from the cotton to greet you.

Your arms were outstretched and Haechan brings you to his embrace immediately, “How was your day?”

“So good,” your voice muffled with the hug, “We bought friendship rings,” pushing him away slightly to show him, “We thought about this so much but we thought it’s so pretty that we couldn’t not get it.”

You realised that as much as Haechan smiled at the decoration around your finger, it didn’t go unnoticed that he was playing with the hem of your jacket. An eyebrow perks up from that and you give him a kiss on his cheek, asking him what was wrong.

He took a deep breath, took the box from his pockets, got down to one knee and opened the jewellery to you for the first time, “Marry me,” he started, “Carry a part of me wherever you go too.”

Growing up, you were never able to have pets. Your dad is allergic to cats, one of the pets that you’ve always wanted, and your mum isn’t sure of how well the family would take care of another life due to how busy life is. You totally agree with her because pets should be well taken care of as much as any other kind of life form.

When you and Jaemin were financially ready to get a place for yourselves, one of his first promises was to get a pet that you wanted. Through motivation and a lot of saving, making sure that you were both ready to take care of another life and doing all the research on how to take care of cats, you and Jaemin finally adopted a pet to take care of. Jaemin is also thankful for the added company in the house as your work schedule wouldn’t match with his and that would mean that one of you would be alone in the house. Having another pet would make the house more lively and less lonely. With gradual time and more financial stability, you were able to adopt two more that you both love equally.

“We should get another one,” you comment as Jaemin turns off the bedroom lights.

Your boyfriend hums at your thoughts, knowing exactly what you mean. He slips into the covers, hooking an arm around your waist and pulls you closer to his warmth, “You really love taking care of others, don’t you?”

You close your eyes and hum a response, exhaling at the comfort of him next to you. “You know how I am.”

“I do, bubs. I do,” and he really does. With how your eyes light up whenever you take care of the people around you, always loving how you’re able to help out others whether it be him, your family, his family or the three cats that are sleeping soundly in the living room, it comes naturally that he’s thought of settling down with you permanently for the rest of his life; and having a little mini you or mini him later down the track. Similar talks have happened in the relationship and he thought that it would be perfect to make it happen soon.

No more words were said that night but Jaemin kissed a final kiss onto your soft lips and made a mental note to prepare for another life chapter with you. A few days later, he was able to speed through his work, being able to finish early to see the ring that he had been monitoring through the website. As soon as his eyes landed on it, he immediately thought of you and that’s how he made his final decision to buy it.

Thankfully, you had a later end to your work today and that gave Jaemin enough time to prepare a small, quick dinner as well as dressing the three cats into little outfits that would be fitting to wear in a wedding.

“Come on, Luna,” he says as he struggles to get her paw in, “I don’t have a lot of time and I want to make mummy proud!” With this, the cat seemed to comply instantly and Jaemin squished the cat’s cheeks in thankfulness.

With each cat, he securely attached a note on their ventral side: Love, Marry, Me, and plans to release each cat one by one from the bedroom when you come in. Jaemin just made it in time, quickly scooping up all the cats into his arms, and rushing to hide in the bedroom.

“I’m home!” You routinely shouted, “Nana?” Confused about why the house was so quiet, especially when knowing that Jaemin finished work a long time ago. “Maybe he went out and forgot to tell me?” But that’s quickly proved wrong when pipping hot homemade food were neatly set out on the table. “Luna! Lucy! Luke!” Calling out to your three cats, wondering how none of them rushed to the door like they usually would.

Suddenly, the door to your room opens and you gasp, scared that an intruder is in your house but out comes all your three cats in different, cute attires. “Oh!” Kneeling on the floor to get a better look at them, “Did dadda do this? Hm?” Picking up Luna with his little white dress, rubbing your nose on hers. “What’s this?” Reading the ‘Love’ message on her stomach. You set Lucy down, picking up Lucy in a similar outfit, “Marry…” Your eyes widened, looking at a groom-like dressed Luke who sat patiently, licking the back of his exposed paw. Sure enough, the final and last note makes your jaw drop.

Jaemin emerges from your bedroom, smiling at how you look up at him in shock. He kneels on the floor, “I was supposed to let them out one by one but they got excited," he shrugs with a smile. "As much as I would love another pet,” he hinges the velvet box open, “If you would like to, I would also love a mini you or mini-me.” A hand rises to your gaped mouth, eyes staring at the cushioned ring. “But first, will you marry me?”

It seems that Luna, Lucy and Luke were on board with the idea, jumping on your lap and resting their little paws on your arms. Sure enough, you nod and verbally express your actions. The “Yes” is all Jaemin took to carefully place the three nosy cats away from you, sliding the new ring on your hand and pulling you into a kiss.

During ring shopping, Chenle would look around the places he could find and spend a lot of time window shopping on all the rings that were available in your size. He invited Jisung along on the journey and the younger boy was more stressed than him with how he was handling the situation. From the very first store, he already has about five rings that he’s thinking would be perfect for you. Jisung gave his input on each one which Chenle is thankful for, but did minimal in narrowing down the options. He even asked the other members, but it was still the same result.

In the end, after visiting all the stores that he had listed, Chenle purchased about ten rings from each store. The employees are used to customers who are stuck between multiple choices as a symbol of love for their partner. But they weren’t prepared for Chenle to cross his arms, calmly exhale point to the rings and say, “I’ll just take them all.”

Jisung tried to save his wallet but after deep thinking and checking the return policy, he decided to buy all the ones that his heart couldn't let go of. He'll figure out what to do with the rest of the diamonds later. Because of his massive purchase, on the day of the proposal, he looked calm and collected but inside, his heart was beating like he just ran a marathon. It was running so fast to the point that you asked him if there was something troubling him when you laid on his chest to sleep last night. Chenle shook his head firmly but from the way his finger trembled a little when he was patting your head, you couldn’t help but to question him once more.

“It’s not a big deal, I promise.”

After some time, your raised eyebrows relaxed, “Okay. Tell me if it weighs too much and whenever you’re ready, okay?”

And he’s so excited to tell you what is on his mind soon. The thought of finally being able to spoil the love of his life for the rest of his life excited him so much that with the boxes looking similar across the stores, he didn't realise that he also grabbed the one that he hadn't decided on the previous night. When you nodded to his proposal, too stunned and speechless from happiness to speak, the different ring to his expectations when he opened the velvet box made him let out the famous Pikachu face.

“What?” You chuckled and tilted your head in confusion at his reaction, completely unaware of the boxes hidden under the bed.

“N-Nothing,” well, it looks like he'll explain later but with the happiness written on your face and the kisses you showered him with, maybe he'll just gift the rest of the spares to you.

“Don't be so nervous,” a hit lands on the side of Jisung’s arm from Chenle, “She'll love this.”

In the early stages of dating, you were always sharing your date plans with him, planning most of them. You made sure Jisung didn’t mind them because being in a relationship isn’t only about one person. Jisung loves the way you talk enthusiastically about all the places you want to go with him and all the activities that you want to do with him. Jisung would give you that adorable gummy smile, eyes shaped like crescent moons whenever he did so. Those small event plans became more detailed, expanding into different topics naturally such as proposals, weddings and honeymoon places and Jisung being in love with everything about you, would mentally take notes of what you love for each occasion.

“I promise,” Jisung stops your words for a second, “We will do them all together.”

There was a time he was caught writing it all down on his phone to which Chenle teased him endlessly, the other Dreamies joining along at their youngest being in love. It’s not that he will forget the things that make you happy, he just wants to be able to see it all so that he can plan the perfect proposal. They promised to help him with every step when he was ready.

Today is that day.

Jaemin tells him that the hinge of the engagement ring’s box would eventually break with how much he’s fiddling with it but it’s the only way he could distract his nervousness.

“Maybe you should recite your speech once more,” Jeno clears his throat, opening the paper in his hand.

“Jeno loves Jisung, guys. Look at him,” Haechan teased his same-aged friend. His bear-like friend would chase him around the room and Jisung would be shouting at the two to be aware of the decorations around the room.

You came in through the chaos, the door opening inwards where Haechan stops abruptly to avoid his face smashing against the wood and Jeno back hugged him as a result of that. You peeked behind the door, confused but smiling at the two. Before you could question what was going on, Renjun kicked Haechan out the door and welcomed you in.

“He’s not prepared for this,” pointing at your boyfriend who hides behind Jaemin. “Stay here while I talk to Haechan for ruining this moment.”

But the moment wasn’t ruined at all because just looking at how your Pinterest board came into life and the boys slowly giving Jisung the spotlight while you walked down towards him, everything is indeed beautiful and perfect.

“Oh wow,” you breathed out, “It's like my Pinterest came to life.”

Hearing that is the biggest compliment to Jisung who spent hours analysing your saved folders of wedding venue inspirations, trying to find a consistent theme. He gifted the teddy bear on his hand to you, pecking your lips and pulling away with a deep red blush across his cheeks. He readies himself to his rehearsed position after, “Will you marry…me?” Endeared by the way you hide your face behind the teddy bear. Yet, your answer is clear without your words.

Just like how he gives you a kiss on the lips with a “Yes” from you and the silver band around your finger that sealed your happily ever after.

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moonshampoo · 5 months ago

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BIRD HUNT — six

nonidol!choi line x f!reader

gotham city is a gutter running rampant with the ill, corrupt, and the insane. at times, justice and vengeance must be served by one's own hand... no matter the lengths one must go to do so.

▷ genre, au, etc. bat family au, dc comics inspired, dark, vigilantes au, slow burn, ceo/billionaire au, cat woman!reader, murder mystery au, action, suspense, angst, slow burn-ish?, love square??; choi line inspired by dick grayson (csb), jason todd (cyj), and tim drake (cbg), including bruce wayne for choi minho and damian wayne for nishimura riki, inspired by 2022's The Batman

▷ chapter warnings. swearing, mentions of alcohol, swearing, mentions of dying during childbirth, mentions of bruises

▷ word count. 4.9k // taglist. open

a/n: yeah... she's still alive :l a considerably tame chapter tho haha pls remember to reblog + comment!!

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PREVIOUSLY ON BIRD HUNT...

The bird boys (Nightwing, Red Hood, and Red Robin) catch a cat-eared burglar in the middle of stealing from a dead lawyer's office. After losing her tail, they retreat with their thoughts and a file the burglar was after. Beomgyu comes to the realization that the woman was his childhood friend Yn, and soon receives an invitation to attend her mother's funeral. Soobin opens the file to find it filled with evidence compiled against Gotham's infamous and elusive Capo.

When Beomgyu attends the funeral, you and he are forced to confront the friendship left abandoned between you two. Later, after Beomgyu is called away by his brothers, you are tasked by your father to break into Commissioner Kim's office to steal back your mother's file. However, things quickly go wrong and you are left unmasked. How the Hell are you supposed to come back from this?

Tune in to the next chapters of Bird Hunt to find out.

FILE_06 : arms of an angel

gotham city.

[Eleven days since your mother was murdered.]

It was the slam of the interrogation room door that awoke you from your slumber. Your eyes fluttered to adjust to the blinding fluorescent lights again, vision blurry and watery and—holy shit. Were you seeing things?

“You’re in luck, kid,” said Commissioner Kim as he let two others into the metal box with you. They were like two obsidian towers, dressed in similar black attire, dark hair, sculpted features, all the works. “You’ve got one Hell of a guardian angel.”

One Hell of a guardian angel was one way to put it, especially when said guardian angel was Choi Minho. Yes, you supposed you really weren’t hallucinating when you soaked in the sight of Choi Minho and his youngest son, Nishimura Riki, standing beside him. The kid was actually tall, standing at his father’s height, with the same kind of intimidating scowl that all of the Chois inherited, apparently. You hadn’t been fully informed of the family situation, but you knew that Riki was the kid of Minho’s most recent wife, who had unfortunately passed away after childbirth. Yet, the way that father and son looked right now, they were practically the spitting image of each other.

“Hello, Yn,” said Minho, his voice just as gravelly and regal as it sounded on the media, and not at all the voicecrack-riddled mockery Beomgyu had done when the two of you were teens. He gave Namjoon a nod. “We can take her home, Commissioner. Thank you for calling us.”

Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, you let the commissioner undo your handcuffs and follow the Chois out of the room. Paperwork was filled out, bail was posted, and suddenly, you were inhaling the smoky, night air of Gotham again. But among the relief soaking into your bones, you realized that dread pooled in your gut and weighed you down like a brass ship anchor. You were sinking to the bottom—you’d failed.

“They’ll be watching you for a while, Yn,” you heard Minho’s voice beside you.

You swallowed. “I know.” You needed to lay low, and maybe get over the absolute embarrassment tonight was. Where had that file gone?

Minho and Riki walked forward to the curb where a car had been parked. It was slick and black, shiny metal like the one Beomgyu had been driving, just a different company you didn’t care enough to identify. You figured this was as far as their kindness would extend—break you out and let you go, after all, who in the world called them of all people? It didn’t make sense to you.

You began walking down the sidewalk the opposite way, hands tucking beneath your armpits to prepare for the trek home. There was that one shortcut you could take—

“Yn!”

You glanced over your shoulder. Riki had slipped into the passenger seat of the car, but Minho stood just outside the driver’s side. “Where are you going?”

“My house?”

“We’ll give you a ride, kid.”

Kid. God, you really were just a kid to some people, huh. You felt like one sometimes. “Look, Mr. Choi,” you sighed, turning around to face him, “I’m really grateful for you bailing me out, but I’ll survive.”

Riki’s window rolled down. “Aren’t you curious why we came?”

And god dammit… the boy was right. You hated that he was right. With a huff, your breath coming out in visible puffs against the crispening night air, you trudged your way back toward them and threw yourself in the back seat. The car peeled away from the curb as you tugged on the seatbelt, suddenly self conscious about ruining or tainting the very nice, Italian leather seats. You wondered how much this all cost, then realized, it would probably be better not to know.

The father-son pair did not play any songs on the radio, which made the space all the more quiet. The car motor was actually quite low volume as it brrr'd through the Gotham streets. You had never been in a car so silent before, especially considering Beomgyu's loud ass BMW.

Slowly, you crossed one leg over the other and rested your hands in your lap, waiting for one of the two of them to start the conversation.

Choi Minho was the one to speak up, making brief eye contact with you through the rear view mirror. "It's nice to finally meet you, Yn. Beomgyu's told us a lot about you."

A snort from Riki. "A lot is an understatement," he muttered.

Minho sent his youngest son a small, but pointed look. "All good things, of course. He's very fond of you."

You didn't know why your heart was beating so fast in your chest. It made you giddy to hear that, yet jittery energy raced through your veins, and you couldn’t help but crack your knuckles. "That's… nice. I didn't realize he cared enough to talk about me."

"He cared much more than you think he did then," he continued. "Because he asked your mother, before he left that apartment, if he could put me as one of your guardians.”

Oh.

There was no mistaking the fluttery sensation in your chest as your heart seemed to sprout wings. Perhaps there was something wrong with you (no kidding), but was it normal for someone who didn’t care about you to go to such lengths? It never occurred to you just how affected Beomgyu was by his own leaving of the apartment across from yours, but you had always figured that that had been his choice. You knew somewhere deep down that those nights and days spent together were sincere, but you couldn’t wrap your head around him caring so deeply about you and your mother. You had always thought that maybe he would have seen your invitation to the funeral and discarded it because he didn’t care, or worse, didn’t remember.

But this changed things. And Minho and Riki let you sit with your thoughts for several moments afterward.

When you’d resolved to turn your gaze out the car window, you realized that Mr. Choi was not driving toward the lower district of Gotham, but past the dark glassed walls of skyscrapers, then beneath the bridge out of Gotham. Your heart leapt in your chest and you bolted upright. “Uhm,” you stammered, “this isn’t the way to my apartment.”

“Ah, I must have forgotten to mention that we’re in a rush to get back for dinner,” Minho replied flippantly. There was a teasing glint in his eyes that you guessed not many people got to see. “Consider this an introduction party to the family, Yn.”

You opened your mouth to retort out of instinct—maybe even demand him to turn the car around and take you home—but the other half of you kept your voice locked and your limbs glued to the car seat. That half of you yearned for exactly what Minho hinted at: a family. You hadn’t had a cohesive family since your mother and father stopped seeing each other, and though you liked to argue that your mother was enough or that your growing family of stray cats were, you couldn’t deny the warm feeling settling in your chest.

"We can turn back now to take you home though, of course. Whatever you decide."

You found yourself shaking your head, throat tightening. "No—this, this is okay."

A family dinner. What a pleasant thought.

The car raced past empty fields of nothingness as Minho drove you and Riki to the outskirts of the city. It was a similar route to Lee Sungjae’s house, which was why you had recognized it in the first place. But instead of turning into the little, gated community of cookie-cutter, suburban dreams, the car chugged along for a while longer.

Eventually, you rolled past a pair of towering, black iron gates, centered with a magnificent letter “C” to mark your entry into the Choi estate. You’d never been to the Choi manor before, but you recalled the hints of it that Beomgyu dropped into conversations when you were kids. In the spring and summer, the fields surrounding the estate were blankets of emerald, littered in dandelions and daisies. With the sky darkened to a miserable gray, however, the shadows felt a lot more prominent.

The mansion itself was beautifully lit, radiating in a warm-toned glow. It stood at least a few stories tall with chiseled marble columns numbering in a few, and large window panes framed in pale colored shutters. Minho pulled the car into the roundabout at the front of the house, and the realization that you were about to step foot into the building finally dawned on you. Were you really about to have dinner with the Chois? You weren’t even properly dressed. You were still in your ridiculous all-black—it was like you had just come from a workout funeral.

Minho and Riki were already well out of the car by now, and you sighed, resolving yourself to open your door. Riki hardly waited for anyone’s invitation into his own house and bounded up the steps before you or his father. The latter rounded the car and inclined his head to the front door. “Well? Shall we?”

You swallowed, gazing up at the mansion. You couldn’t believe Beomgyu willingly stayed in that ratty apartment when he could have been here the whole time. “I…” you cleared your throat, wrapping your arms around yourself, “I don’t think I’m wearing appropriate dinner attire.”

At that, you could’ve sworn you saw the ghost of a smile linger at the corners of his mouth. He shouldered off his black coat and offered it to you. “Just until we can loan you something more comfortable. Only if you’re okay with this, of course.”

You imagined your eyes were wide with surprise, but you slowly reached out to accept the jacket. “Thank you,” you murmured, shouldering on the coat and basking in its warmth.

Then, you and Minho climbed up the steps to the house together.

Upon entry, your eyes darted to and fro to soak in everything presented to you. Your first thought was “wow” — all of the dark oak, the sculpted wall sconces, the roaring fire in the parlor room to your left—all of it was such a rush. It smelled awfully warm, which was most likely from the smell of freshly-made food wafting into your nostrils. You gazed upon the twin staircases reaching up to the second floor, and noted all of the different doorways just before you. There was so much going on, so much you were trying to notice, but Minho was already moving swiftly, leading you toward the sound of the hood range of a stove and the smell of dinner.

“Yn,” Minho addressed you as the two of you walked into the magnificently-sized kitchen, “I’d like you to meet my greatest friend and mentor. This is Alfred—he keeps us sane in this house.” Minho gestured to an older man stationed at the stove, his hair grayed over, but his face distinct with kind smile lines and a matching pair of soft eyes. He wore a dark blue colored apron around his front, one of his hands wielding a pair of chopsticks as he turned around to meet you. Riki was already perched upon one of the stools at the island counter, munching on strands of peeled rice noodles.

Alfred smiled at you, and the gesture prompted a similar reaction from you. “Well, it’s been awhile since the masters of this household deigned to finally invite a friend over. I was beginning to believe they lost their ability to socialize.” He chuckled, “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yn. Master Beomgyu has told us much about you.”

That was yet another person who confirmed this fact. “Oh, it’s lovely to meet you, as well,” you replied. You lingered by the threshold as Minho made a comment about freshening up before dinner, dipping out of the kitchen to leave you with Riki and Alfred.

Alfred whacked Riki's hand as he reached for another noodle. "Go on and set the table. Make sure to leave out an extra setting for your guest."

Riki obediently began collecting plates and utensils, and Alfred met your eyes from across the kitchen with a charming twinkle in his irises.

When the youngest had left the room, Alfred motioned for you to take a seat at the breakfast bar. "Miss Yn, how did the Chois come to invite you over?"

"Oh," you averted your eyes to the countertop. "They… were just in the right place at the right time, I guess you could say." Better than telling him that they had picked you up from the police station for breaking and entering. He would probably be told by Minho later on, but you'd rather not ruin this peace.

Alfred hummed in understanding. "They seem to do that often."

"Do they?" You straightened, idly watching him finish off with something on the stove and turn the flame off.

"You could say it's their hobby, going around and being in the right place at the right time," he chuckled to himself as if it were an inside joke. He hustled over to a door at the side of the room that led into a pantry space. He seemed to have decided against whatever his original plan was before moving out of the pantry to peer into the hallway outside. "Are we all ready to go?"

From somewhere deeper in the house, you could hear stomps resound like the echoing walls of a cavern. You tilted your head back curiously, eyebrows creased. There were more people in the house? Minho didn't seem like a man to stomp his way around his own home.

Soon, the crashing and thunder moved to the stairway just near the mouth of the kitchen.

"Riki, you menace! Put my wine glass back!"

You froze. Was that… oh god, the other Chois were home then. That was Yeonjun's voice you recognized, and for a moment you felt stupid for not anticipating the others being here. Maybe it was because Beomgyu had received a call from Soobin earlier about a work emergency, but perhaps that had been solved already.

"Dad said you need to cut back or you'll become an alcoholic," came Riki's response.

Did they know who their brother was? Did they know he ran around in a red helmet with guns as one of the city's premiere vigilantes?

Alfred came back into the kitchen and immediately began plating his concoction into a serving dish. "Would you like to go get seated, Miss Yn?"

"I can help," you replied instead. You wondered what your mother would have said had you not offered. You and she always used to spend time in the kitchen together. The apartment was super small anyways, but your mom…

Alfred glanced back at you with a grateful smile. "That would be marvelous. Thank you."

You flashed a small smile back. Once he was done, you took the gloriously-smelling dish in your two capable hands out into the hallway. You followed the sounds of chatter and brotherly squabbles to the next doorway closest to the kitchen.

This, you thought, must have been the formal dining room. There was no way it was anything else with its lofted ceilings, floor-to-ceiling windows, cartoon-rich-people table, and dark floors that matched the rest of the house. There was yet another fire roaring away in the hearth, and it gave the room a homey feel, and less like a stereotypical, cold mansion.

With the large table, the placings that were set coalesced around the end of the table closest to the hearth. You figured that Minho would be at the head, and that the rest of you would pick seats on either side of the table—three on each.

You tried to ignore the wide, curious eyes following your every move.

“Yn?” Beomgyu was first to stammer out. He sat in the seat just beside Riki on the side closest to where you came in, his body twisted around and mouth gaping open.

You carefully placed the hot dish at a location you hoped everyone could reach. Your heart hammered, and you wiped your sweaty palms against the suit you wore beneath Minho's (no doubt) thousand dollar coat. “Hi.”

You were suddenly hyper aware of the fact that you were currently in a very dramatic coat and wearing your catsuit beneath it. This would have to be a reveal then, if not, a very warm dinner.

You recognized Soobin and Yeonjun seated on the other side of the table with one chair separating them. Yeonjun cocked his head to the side, lips curled into a smirk-like grin. “Well, what a pleasant surprise.”

“Hi, Yn,” Soobin chimed in with a cordial smile. “To what do we owe the pleasure?”

Beomgyu fumbled out of his chair with Riki giving him a very potent side eye. “Let me take your coat—”

You stepped back, and everyone seemed to hyperfocus on that little movement. “Oh, no. That's—that’s okay,” you chuckled nervously, tugging the coat tighter around you. “I'd rather keep it on actually.”

Besides the second of hurt that flashed in his eyes, he swallowed, gripping the back of Riki's chair with a slow nod. “Of course.”

Sensing the strange shift, Soobin coughed. “Won't you please sit, Yn?”

“Riki,” Beomgyu grunted, shaking his youngest brother's shoulder. “Scoot.”

Riki scowled. “Absolutely not. This is my seat and has been for sixteen years.”

Your friend rolled his eyes. “You can't be chivalrous for one day in your life?”

“You can't suck it up that your girlfriend has to sit next to your brothers instead of next to you?”

Twin snorts chorused from the opposite side of the table as Soobin and Yeonjun failed to suppress their entertainment. Only Soobin had been courteous enough to at least try to cover his mouth.

Your skin was aflame, and you weren't sure it was all from the hearth behind you.

Beomgyu's eyes darted nervously from you to his brother, before narrowing into a glare. “She's not my girlfriend; don't make our guest uncomfortable.”

You heard a sigh from the youngest brother. Riki turned in his seat to meet your eyes. “Apologies, Yn. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable by insinuating that you were dating my brother; that would be insulting to you. I only meant the prospect of a girl friend, not a significant other.”

You could feel your own mouth twisting into a smile at Riki's reconciliation to you and spite toward his brother. “No worries, Riki.”

Beomgyu's lips parted. “You're fucking kidding me.”

“Language,” chided Alfred as he entered the room with a basket of fresh bread and a couple dishes of butter.

He nodded to you with a smile. “Miss Yn, I apologize for these boys’ lack of manners. Please sit.”

Everyone sputtered out their own excuses, but Soobin's was the one you heard most prominently: “I asked her to sit, but then these assholes—”

“Who are you calling asshole, asshole?”

“Can we have a civilized dinner for once?” Came Minho's voice.

Everyone shut the Hell up.

The father of the household strolled into the room with a pinch between his brows and his work clothes slightly undone, sleeves rolled up and tie missing. In his hands, you recognized a set of neatly folded clothes to which he held out to you.

“If you would like to, these are some things you can change into,” he said. “You're welcome to change in the hallway washroom.”

You accepted the clothes gratefully. “Thanks. I, uhm, I appreciate it.”

“Don't worry about it,” he replied kindly. He pointed you in the right direction. “Just out this doorway and to the left. You'll see a little door beneath the staircase.”

You bobbed your head in understanding and hustled out of the dining room, following Minho's instructions. You couldn't hear if they were saying anything as you left the room, but you were certain that something was being discussed.

Nonetheless, you found the bathroom and began inspecting the garments given to you. It was a simple pair of sweatpants, a T-shirt from a volunteer organization (you tried guessing who this belonged to), and a plaid shacket to keep you warm and comfortable. They smelled nice—familiar, in a way—but nice. You shouldered Minho's coat off and neatly folded it as best as you could, before peeling off your uniform for the night with a wince. There were places on your body that were bruised and aching, but you had little time to mourn about internal bleeding. You didn't want to make your so-called guardian angels wait, but…

You looked at yourself in the mirror, gripping the sides of the sink as you did so. You looked like shit.

The nervousness on your face was as stark as the shaking in your red and purple fingertips. You willed it to stop—or at least, pretended it was suppressed enough to be hidden.

It was now a matter of how to get through this and what any of this even meant. You were sure your father heard about your failure tonight, and you would have to atone for it. You needed to find out where your mother's file had gone, but you were uncertain of where to start.

But one problem at a time.

With haggard breath, you brushed a hand through your hair and piled the discarded clothes into the crook of your arm to begin making your way back out into the dining room.

You could hear the hushed voices as you made your way back, but you still couldn't make out anything in particular of what they were saying.

When you just turned the corner, their words became clearer. “—but the Palmer situation is a genuine issue. We'll need to ensure that our relations with the company aren't—ah, Yn.”

They were talking about business, not you. Relief soared through you for a brief moment.

All eyes were on you again, it seemed. Alfred had taken Beomgyu's original seat, while your old friend now joined the side where the older brothers sat. That left the chair to Minho's left wide open for you.

You met Beomgyu's eyes first—his own pupils widened at the sight of your changed clothes, you guessed.

“Thank you,” you murmured, handing Minho his coat.

He nodded. “Of course. We didn't want to start without you. Would you like any water or wine?”

Dinner, you gladly admitted, tasted divine. You made sure to let Alfred know his efforts weren't wasted, though when you tried to help with dishes, he dismissed you and reminded you that this was his job. You supposed you couldn't argue against that.

For the most part, the boys had kept it civil throughout dinner. Though, there'd been a kerfuffle over how many glasses of wine Yeonjun was allowed to have (despite his being an “adult,” Minho still enforced some of the rules Yeonjun had to live by while under his roof).

But now, you were left with what next?

“Yn, my father would like to extend an invitation to stay at the manor tonight.” Riki appeared beside you in the front parlor where you were sitting, waiting for everyone else to join you. Alfred had set you up with a mug of hot chocolate (funny how things turned out) while you did so, body seated right before the crackling fire.

You glanced up at his imposing figure, sharp angles emphasized by the firelight. “Oh,” you said. “I appreciate the offer, but I'd rather not impose any longer.”

“It wouldn't be an imposition,” he reassured you as he stared into the embers. “But if you would prefer, we'd be happy to drive you home instead.”

You marked his formal way of speaking. It was like a business deal, but there was still a kind of warmth underlying it, in a way. You supposed that growing up in this kind of family, his speech was bound to develop an air of formality.

“I have… cats to look after,” you said as an answer. You could admit that sounded lame, even if it was true.

Riki seemed to understand though and gave a nod. “I'll let my father know.”

Just before he could turn out of the room, the remainder of the household appeared in the parlor.

Beomgyu sent you a small smile as he claimed the seat next to you. In his hands, he nursed a dark colored tumbler used for coffee, and you wondered if Alfred made him hot chocolate, too.

“Father, Yn would like to be driven home,” said Riki.

“I'll drive her home,” Beomgyu immediately followed, half off his seat.

“No, Riki and I will,” Minho cut in.

Yeonjun slapped his knee from where he lounged in one of the armchairs off to the side of the room. “Get vetoed!”

Beomgyu cut a glare toward his brother; he seemed to be doing that a lot tonight. “You are so annoying.”

“You have responsibilities, Beomgyu. You know that,” said Minho with a tone that suggested no argument. There was another pointed look thrown, and you could see the conflict warring across your friend's face, the one where his forehead creased and his lips turned downward.

Responsibilities? Perhaps with the company. That was the only thing that made sense at this time of night.

Beomgyu let out a begrudging, “Fine.”

And it was settled; you would leave the way you arrived.

With the matter at hand complete, Minho and Alfred excused themselves from the room for a matter you definitely did not know anything about. Niki sat across from Soobin at the table in the far corner to play a round of chess, while Yeonjun kicked his feet up onto the coffee table to slump over and get some shut eye.

You peered over curiously at him. You could distinctly recall the day he showed up at the bank you were at when the robbery took place with him as the Red Hood. What motive did he have for revealing his identity to you anyways?

You took a daring gulp of your hot chocolate, ignoring the way it scorched the roof of your mouth and back of your throat. It wasn't that you didn't enjoy their company, you simply felt that you'd overstayed your welcome.

“Oh, I should probably change out of this,” you muttered once you'd swallowed down more than half the drink. You motioned absentmindedly at what you were wearing.

Beomgyu shifted his attention back to you. You could've sworn his expression grew sheepish. “I mean, no rush at all! You—you can even keep it, if you want. It's just, you know, an old T-shirt—”

Your eyes went wide. “Are these yours?—”

He smiled, and confirmed your thought, cupping the back of his neck. “Uh yeah, they are. But you don't have to worry about returning them or anything. I'm sure my dad just kind of popped into the first bedroom that wasn't his or something—”

“Beomgyu, can you fail to flirt somewhere else?” Yeonjun's lip curled upward in teasing, exposing a canine, but his eyes were still blissfully closed.

You saw Beomgyu's millionth dirty expression of the night. “Can you go be an asshat somewhere else?”

Before another argument could break out between brothers, you cut in, “No, I can give these back. I'll just launder them when I get home. 's no big deal.”

Beomgyu bit his lip. “You really don't have to—”

“I want to; it's the least I can do,” you insisted. There was no way you were going to let them get away with feeding you, clothing you, and saving your ass from the slammer. All in one night, you would add.

You knocked back the rest of the hot chocolate like it was a shot. It was a shame you felt like you had to leave, otherwise, you would have been able to relish that decadently made drink for a little longer. It was insane how rich that hot chocolate was. It wasn't the same as your mother's, but you couldn't deny that it was delicious.

Beomgyu clasped his hands together over his knees. “Thanks for having dinner with us. I know that we can be a lot to handle.”

“You guys are good company,” you replied with a small smile. “I mean, if anything, I should be thanking you for—” You stopped yourself short, unable to address the elephant that had been in the room since you stepped foot in this house. You backpedaled. “This was nice,” was what you settled for instead.

In the hearth's firelight, his irises burned like soft, molten embers. “I'm glad, and you're welcome to come over for family dinners all the time. Or even any time—” He stopped himself, clasping the back of his neck in what you believed to be sheepishness. “—Sorry, I'm kind of jumping the gun. There is absolutely no pressure in coming over to hang out.”

It was strange how only a couple years could make you tiptoe around each other like this. You could vividly recall all the times he barged into your apartment unannounced, and you into his. He'd been one of your closest friends at such a pivotal point in your developing years.

Earlier outside of the Iceberg Lounge, he had said something similar to you. The offer still stood, and you wondered if him finding out why you were here changed his mind about you in any way.

But while this afternoon had been just a taste, you'd just enjoyed an entire feast of what-could-have-been.

“I'll take you up on it,” you told him. “The family dinners. It'll be like old times.”

His smile widened, and you were sure everyone in the room could hear how loud your heart hammered against your chest. “I'll look forward to it.”

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P1harmony members as dumb things i’ve done

A/n: Look…. I’m- If you want the back story to any of these send me an ask 😂 I promise i’m somewhat of a normal person

Keeho: Put soap on his brothers toothbrush because he was mad at him

Theo: Told a kid his house was haunted because he didn't like them

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[4:14 PM]

Pairing: ZB1 Ricky x Rin

Genre: fluff

Word count: 276

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Ricky couldn’t wait to attend the Keep Running shooting with Hao. Rin was really excited for him but she had an event in LA she needed to attend and it was unavoidable to skip or change. The two arrived at Incheon International Airport going through security and getting coffee and breakfast.

Rin opened her laptop to work on something’s for her small business while Ricky slept and Hao FaceTimed the members. He woke up 30 minutes later wonky to realize they wouldn’t see each other for a while due to Feel the Pop promotions.

“Gate 3B is now boarding to Los Angeles” the lady over the speaker announced. Rin got up and grabbed her bag and luggage as Ricky stopped her. “Are you gonna stay at our house?” He asked. Rin nodded “Your mom and sister are letting me stay and I accepted (for once)” Rin answers. “I’m gonna miss you” Ricky replied with tears in his eyes. “I’ll see you again Rui” she wiped off his tears.

Rin was about to head into the gate as Ricky stopped her and kissed her. “I love you” Ricky declared. “I want you to my wife after ZeroBaseOne disbands!” Ricky admitted handing her a ring. “Quanrui-” Rin mumbled. “I never realized how much I loved you until Camp ZeroBaseOne and you mean everything to me! I want you to be Krystal Shen / Sim Chaerin” Ricky cried.

Rin smiled taking the ring. Zhang Hao clapped only to realize their flight to Hangzhou was about to board. “Ricky we need to go too” Hao whispered. Ricky looked over at Hao nodding before giving Rin one more kiss before departing.

A/N: I guess you can call it an unofficial engagement but he’s serious about Rin so we’ll see! I’m sorry for the lack of Rin x Ricky posts kinda hyperfixated on Nicholas x Airi rn. I’m slowly getting motivation again for Ricky x Rin so let’s see where this goes!

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ARIA’s AIRI AND &TEAM’s NICHOLAS ARE ALLEGEDLY DATING + SIREN MEDIA RESPONDS

They have reportedly been together since 2021-2022.

It’s been reported that Aria’s Airi and &Team’s Nicholas are allegedly dating. Taiwanese news reports have alleged that the couple have been together since I-Land ended. They didn’t want to announce it until The Howling ended but forgot to announce it due to schedules.

Siren Media which is under HYBE labels came out with a statement confirming the relationship:

“Hello this is Siren Media,

The two are getting to know each other and have positive feelings for one another. Please support this blossoming relationship”

A few hours later, Airi released an apology letter on Weverse written in Korean, Japanese, and English apologizing for the dating news:

“Hello this is Airi,

How are you Harmonies? I hope you’re staying cool during this time. I wanted to come on here and say a few things and clear things up. This is really sudden news and I do apologize that this came out really late.

I know how disappointed Harmonies are in me and who have supported me since the beginning. This was out of blue, we wanted to tell y’all we really did but we’re both afraid of the consequences. Now we’re here with our dating news leaked.

I promise to be a better version of myself and make Harmonies proud again”

Airi’s brother Kyo and best friend Alex Hong responded to a hate comment about the recent news:

Meanwhile Airi is set to take part in Taiwanese-Korean web series “Darkness Falls” a zombie thriller series starring alongside Darren Chen, Aaron Deng, and Ariel Lin.

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KYO FACTS & PROFILE

Kyo also known by his real name Leo Kagawa is a Japanese-American singer and actor under Fantagio Entertainment. He is the youngesr brother of singer and actress Airi.

Stage Name: Kyo (교)

Birth Name: Kagawa Leo (香川怜央 / 가가와레오)

Korean name: Choi Jae Min (최재민)

Chinese name: Cui Wei Yun (崔卫云)

Birthday: August 12, 2005

Zodiac Sign: Leo

Chinese zodiac: Rooster

Height: 177 cm (5’10″)

Weight: –

Blood Type: B

MBTI Type: INTP

Nationality: Japanese-American

Instagram: @.kyooooo / Leoooo.kagawa

Twitter: @.kyooooo

Threads: @.leokagawa

YouTube: Leo Kagawa

TikTok: @.leoooookagawa

Kyo facts:

-He was born in Hilo, Hawaii to a Japanese father and a Korean-American mother.

-His father Kagawa Jun is a professor and formally an actor and singer in Japan in the 1980’s.

-His mother Choi Sori (Cui Jianfei) is a former K-pop idol turned actress.

-Kyo’s older sister is Airi (b. 2002)

-He’s very protective of his sister and let anybody hurt her or push her around.

-According to his father, Kyo was very shy growing up but since him and Airi are close in age (3 years apart) he made friends with her friends younger siblings.

-He’s attended Kaumana Elementary School (graduated) Waiakea Intermediate School (graduated) and Taiwan International Montessori Experimental School (Transferred) Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts (Transferred) School of Performing Arts Seoul (Graduated)

-as of now, he’s attending Sungkyunkwan University as a business major.

-On April 10, 2023 it was announced that Kyo would make his debut in the group Spirit. The group later debuted on June 1, 2023 with the song “Ice Age”.

-Kyo was on Produce X 101 using his Korean name Choi Jaemin and won 6th place debuting in X1. After the group disbanded he terminated his trainee contract with Cube and signed with Fantagio.

-His Paternal grandparents are Kagawa Shinichi born and raised in Hyogo, Japan who worked on the 1960’s Godzilla films and knew the original creator. His grandmother is Kanno Yumiko who was an artist back when she was a young adult. Yumiko grew up on a farm outside of Tokyo with 7 siblings while Shinichi grew up in the city.

-His maternal grandparents are Choi Yonglim who worked for the sugar cane plantation on the island of Hawaii. His grandmother Song Sookja worked for an agricultural company.

-According to his aunt (Choi Jiyoung) the Choi family is 1/2 to a 1/4 Singaporean. Their family is 2nd generation immigrants as their great-great grandparents immigrated to Hawaii for the Sugar Cane plantation. jiyoung stated that their grandparents gave them their Chinese names.

-Jiyoung said “Min in Chinese means clever/quick. Jie in Chinese means Heroic, outstanding; Pure. While Cui means “high or lofty” putting it together could mean “a pure and quick hero” which is why harabeoji put a lot of thought in the names. He wanted Rene to be a heroic figure that’s pure”

-For his Chinese name Weiyun his aunt clarified on her YouTube channel “Cui like I said means “high or lofty. Wei means “greatness or power” and Yun means “Cloud or Governer” putting it together means High power of the clouds. Our father wanted Leo to have high power above the rest”

-Their mother has a channel called Mira Kagawa which she vlogs, food content, and family videos when Leo and Airi are home.

-He used to date Singaporean influencer and actress Karina Lim. They dated from August 2023 to February 2024, they still remain friends to this day.

-Kyo is friends with &Team but is close with: Harua, Nicholas, Maki, and Taki. He is also babied by Fuma and K.

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[10:00 PM]

Pairing: &Team Nicholas x Airi

Genre: angst-fluff

Tw: food, homesickness, Nicho cries, lmk if I missed anything!

Word count: 355

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Airi could tell something was off about Nicholas. He was normally the spunky, happy, energetic type of dude but he felt unmotivated and more distant than usual. Maybe she did something wrong? Maybe she fucked up? On their date in Seoul, he stopped looking at an advertisement for a Taiwan trip. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “Nothing” he sighed walking away.

Airi held his hand walking with him. “Nicho are you okay?” Airi asked looking up at him stopping. “I’m fine let’s just go” Nicholas groaned. “Nicho, how am I supposed to help you if you won’t tell me?” The younger one asked. Nicholas glanced over at airi. “I don’t want you to fix anything Minji! I’m sick and tired of you trying to fix everything okay?” Him raising his voice startled her as he walked off.

K who was in the distance walked over to her. “He’s homesick” the older one replied is looking over at Airi. “Is that why he yelled at me?” The youngest asked. “You didn’t do anything wrong, he’s just wanting to go home. Let him have some space okay? I’m here if you need anything!” K smiled walking away.

Later that night, Airi made some street food that was popular / common in Taiwan. She made Gao Bao (Pork Belly Buns), Stinky Tofu (Chou Doufu), and some Tanghulu. Walking inside, he saw the food and walked over to Airi who was putting it on the kitchen island. “You made all this?” Nicholas asked looking at all of the food she made.

His eyes started to water giving her a hug. “I’m sorry for yelling at you” he cried. “Nicho don’t cry you’ll make me cry” Airi sniffled. “I can’t believe you would do this for me” Nicholas observed the food. “I would do it again in a heartbeat Nicho” she smiled. Nicholas pulled Airi closer kissing her putting his arms around her waist. “Thank you for making me happy” he sniffled. “I hope I can make you happy again. Someday we’ll go back to Taiwan and visit your family and that’s a promise” Airi promised and she wouldn’t break it.

A/N: finally 2/2! I had so much fun writing these so lmk which one y’all liked most. Both Nicholas and Anton are boyfriend material and it’s so hard to pick (can you blame m?)

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MIDAS TOUCH ✦ mark lee

pairing female!reader x spider!mark

synopsis just because your boyfriend is your friendly neighborhood spiderman, doesn’t mean he’s a tough guy all the time. you especially know how to get his nerdy, awkward, boyish side to show when you express your likings towards someone else (even if they are fictional).

genre so much fluff, mark is so down bad it’s not even funny, slightly suggestive.

“do you really think he’s tougher than me?”

your boyfriend, mark, whines as he hangs by his finger tips from your ceiling. you stood in front of your mirror, touching up your lipgloss with gentle strokes.

the tv played the daily news, clips of your boyfriend swinging around the city flash vibrantly catching his attention.

“i’m not saying he’s tougher than you mark. he’s a fictional character.” you sighed, looking at mark through the reflection in your mirror.

he still hung behind you, his spidey-skills giving him the ability to stick to any surface with ease. a small pout was on his lips, taking in your words but still watching the tv.

“i can literally swing from buildings and hang upside down. i bet he can’t do that.” mark let go of one of his hands, throwing it out in protest.

you finalized your touch ups, turning around to tug on mark’s t-shirt which had begun to ride up his torso. “you’re seriously jealous of someone who’s not even real?”

his eyes quickly tore away from the screen at the feeling of your fingertips on his bare skin. you smirked, seeing the way his cheeks and ears immediately began to flush a light pink.

“how am i supposed to react when i see you giggling at some words on a page and not me?” he plops to the ground with a thud, moving past you quickly to hide his blushing. mark always tried to hide his dorky, awkward side from you even if he was unsuccessful ninety-nine percent of the time.

you laugh, quickly reaching out to tug him back by one of his belt loops by his hip. his steps stuttered before he looked back to see you looking up at him with a grin. “i laugh at you all the time spidey-boy.”

he finally turns around, leaning his body against your door frame accepting defeat. your other hand comes to hook around his waist, pulling yourself nearly flush against him.

“yeah-“ he looks down at you not able to fight the urge. “but you’re laughing at me. you’re a complete bully to me!” he goes on, your lips pulling more into a smile as he goes on.

“you know,” you fight back your laugh, turning towards your desk where your book sat annotated to the brim, “he wouldn’t be acting like this.” you turn to see mark completely dumbfounded.

he tore his eyes away from you, scoffing as he looked at the book. how could you be so caught up in a guy who wasn’t even real?

“how would you feel if i was drooling over some girl in the movies we watch?” he dropped his head to the side, you almost swore his eyes were trying to trick you into feeling bad.

“first off, i would beat you to it.” you reached out and brushed his bangs that fell into his face away. “don’t beat yourself up markie, not every girl can say that they are are actually, not fictionally, dating spiderman.” you smiled as you continued to soothe him as your fingers raked against his scalp.

his pout morphed into a smiled at your words. “yeah, you’re right…” he leaned back against the wall, smirking to himself. “-not every girl gets to wake up and see these bad boys and know they’re from my heroic duties.” mark reach up and leaned his head against his arm, causing his muscles to flex in your face.

you could have sworn you felt yourself drool a little. mark wasn’t the most ripped man in the world, but those spidey-skills don’t just come without putting in a little effort.

your eyes followed from his lean forearm, to his sculpted triceps, and then to his lean shoulders that practically suffocated in his t-shirt.

“yeah… you’re right.” your words came out slow and soft. you couldn’t even think of a clever comeback and you didn’t care to.

mark watched you with a satisfied smile, knowing you were just trying to get under his skin a bit. “so what was it about that guy?”

“i have no idea what your talking about.” you quickly pulled him flush to you, your lips silencing him from commenting on how red your cheeks had gotten.

as your lips moved with one another’s, you couldn’t help but smile as you felt his hands skim under your shirt.

“i love you, you know? even if you do like some fictional guy over me.” mark muttered against your lips as you shoved his shoulder softly. “i love you too.” you pecked his lips once before kissing along his cheek. “way more than that guy.” you felt him smile against your lips.

thank god you weren’t one of the girls who had to imagine these scenarios with mark.

hiiiiii!!!! omg i’ve been gone for so long this feels so weird. sorry this is so short and literal trash T-T i just really wanted to get something out. please leave any recs in my inbox!!!

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moonshampoo · 6 months ago

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240611 RENJUN

“my czennies don’t worry, i, huang renjun am not someone who will go/break down easily😎”

Translated by aijiyw

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persist and resist (but still, fail) ➵ sung hanbin

sung hanbin x reader

all it takes is one phone call for you to realize what you could’ve had with hanbin

genre/warnings ➵ angst, almost lovers, long-distance but not-in-a-relationship, unspoken words/hidden signals, a lot of wondering of what could’ve been

word count ➵ 728 words

inspired by ➵ “the 1” by taylor swift, that one skype call in “past lives”

a/n ➵ this drabble is very reminiscent of an upcoming fic i have which will have a hanbin version entitled “finger trapped (ripped to its seams)” but its taking a bit to pump out (and i’m very much in my feelings as we speak…) so bear with me and enjoy this drabble for now :33 do reblog and leave feedback!!

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it’s quiet uptown. as you smell the winter air, frozen kisses graze your cheeks. sounds of cars have been replaced with the buzzing of lamposts and flakes have taken raindrops’ role. on the snow-piled balcony, you hear the wood crackle behind you.

yet, warmth is stored in the voice on the other line.

“so, what’s it like there?” the rasp that accompanies hanbin’s words remind you of the time zone difference between you two. while it may be crack of dawn in korea, night has fallen at where you stand.

“you’ve asked that question how many times in this call.” a giggle leaves you. “you’re making me think that you never listen.”

a soft hum leaves him. “you know that’s not true.” your fingers grip on the blanket draped on your shoulders. “what are you up to?”

“damn, not even letting me answer the thousand questions you seem to have for me.”

“sorry,” he chuckles, “just never hear from you.”

for a moment, all you can do is sniffle.

“it’s quiet here. everyone’s off to see their families.” your hand reaches out to rail, writing the characters of his name on the snow, as you bask in the stillness of the town. “i like it like this.”

“like it like what?”

“when it’s not busy. it’s only during the winter time when you’ll barely hear a horn or chatter.” a smile makes its way to your lips. “kind of like when we’d sneak into school during the summer time.”

heat waves would do their best to tie you down then, draining you of any energy to enjoy the wonders of summer, but you and hanbin were drawn to adventures. while there would be trips to the mart to grab the familiar taste of chocolate popsicles or the playground you’ve bruised your knees at, the school seemed to call on your names. the empty hallways whispered the narratives of students who came before you two—you were certain that yours and hanbin’s story would be told, as well.

“god, i can’t believe we had so much time to waste then,” hanbin admits over the memory. only a hum leaves you. “i miss it.”

a beat passes.

“yeah, me too.” the whisper barely leaves you.

there’s a life in korea that you’ve lost—the quiet exchange of laughter during classes, the smell of fresh kkwabaegi fresh from the fryer, and the nights spent stargazing.

but in the life you have now—in the stillness of your room during midnights, the rush hours of your commute, the conservations you have with the locals—you can’t help but wonder, wonder, wonder.

would you be in a 9-to-5 job at a corporate workplace or performing at sold-out venues? would you wake up early in the morning to bake or would you sleep in the comfort of your own bed? or would you go back to school and dive into the niche topics you’ve always wanted to explore?

but would you live alone in a different part of korea or travel around the world with him? would you wake up to the smell of freshly-cooked pancakes or microwaved fried rice from the night before? or would he latch to your body that’s reached the highest degrees, or make him soup during flu season? (he’s always had a weak immune system. did that change?)

there’s a life in korea that you long for—and there’s a person that you’ve lost. if things were only different, maybe you’d have him for many orbits around the sun.

did he ever think of a life you two could’ve had?

“hey, i have to go,” you say.

“oh,” hanbin’s tone is laced with disappointment, “okay.”

for a moment, not a word is exchanged between you two.

“talk soon?” his question takes you by surprise.

you would’ve loved to agree—yes! i’ll make sure to come visit—but you only smile to yourself with held back tears.

“bye, hanbin.”

that was enough of an answer for him. “okay. bye.”

the call drops. the warmth that your phone held has disappeared. while it makes sense to retreat back into your flat, bask in the heat emitting from the fireplace and read the words of sylvia plath, you remain standing on the snow-piled balcony.

it didn’t matter what you two could’ve had. it didn’t matter if he wondered the same things.

but it could’ve been him—that’s all you know.

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AIRI IS ALLEGEDLY SEEN ON A DATE WITH ANTON OF RIIZE AND THAI ACTOR PHUWIN.

It’s confirmed she has a boyfriend according to her sister Selene.

Airi is reportedly in a relationship with Nicholas of &Team and Phuwin a Thai actor under GMMTV. A k-net allegedly found a Lovestagram post of Airi and Phuwin:

Airi’s sister Selene commented on the post asking fans to stop assuming who her sister’s boyfriend is. She later tweeted that yes, she does have a boyfriend but Airi will reveal it when both her and her partner are ready:

Airi was recently rumored to be in a relationship with Anton of Riize and Phuwin Tangsakyuen a Thai actor.

Meanwhile Airi and Rin were announced to perform on Inkigayo and Music Bank. Rin will perform with Daniel Zhou and Zhao Leo. Airi will perform with her sister Selene Kagawa.

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[BREAKING] STAGE COLLABORATION BETWEEN DANIEL ZHOU, ALICE, RIN, AND ZHAO LEI WILL BE PERFORMING ON END OF YEAR SHOWS

November 1, 2023 By: S. Lee

It’s official! A collaboration between Zhou Keyu, Zhao Lei, Eternal’s Alice and Rin is set! Wakeone Entertainment announced the collaboration between the two members of Eternal and Zhao Lei and Zhou Keyu in a Twitter post:

On the podcast “Spill the Boba Tea” with Daniel Zhou and Rin revealed that they meant to collab a long time ago but both managements didn’t let them. Now that they both changed managements they asked to collab with Alice another eternal member and Zhao Lei formally of R1se.

The song “Hot & Cold” will be performed. Alice & Rin will perform Some by BOLG4 while Rin & Zhou Keyu will perform Shoong!

Meanwhile Rin is set to appear in movie “Veiled Darkness” as Jia Kim / Kim Jieun alongside Arthur Chen.

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moonshampoo · 6 months ago

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[08:52] | nct lee donghyuck | haechan

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.”

pairing » nct lee donghyuck (haechan) x fem!reader

trope/au » established relationship au!, marriage!au, non-idol au!

genre » mildly (?; as compared to my latest one before) suggestive but mainly fluff, dad haechan and mum reader, fluffy aftercare morning, just a cute little scenario in the morning, husband haechan who loves you very much, gentle haechan who treats you well, haechan and you both get to be the little/big spoon

word count; estimated reading time » 1626; ~6 mins

warnings (lmk if i missed anything!) » aftercare in the morning (continued from previous night), suggestive talk, reader wears haechan's clothes, reader has hair long enough to be tucked behind the ear, mentions of s*x; from previous night (no smut), haechan touches your lower body momentarily, abdominal cramps after s*x, (a ton of) kissing, pet names (baby girl, bubs), nicknames (hyuck), mildly (?) suggestive sentence at the end, haechan implied to be physically bigger, not proofread 😭

navi/masterlist!! 🤍

just a small little something because exam season got me going 🤸🤸🤸🤸

i have a feeling that the next story i release is going to be a long one and is going to be quite emotional (for me at least) so this is a little 180 before that happens!

The sun seeps through the small gaps between your curtain and the birds sing their songs too early for your liking; especially after what happened last night. Blinking your eyes open wasn’t effortful and so was satisfyingly yawning your sleep away. What your overused muscles did not like too much however was when you tried to sit up on the bed, your abdomen forcing your head to lay back on your pillow.

“Okay…” You chuckle to yourself, heat creeping onto your cheek when you remember the events of last night. A hand goes on top of your stomach, stroking your skin and remembering how someone else did the same thing to lull you back to sleep last night.

You turn your head towards that someone, an adoring smile on your face when you’re greeted with his messy morning hair and slightly gaped lips. You couldn’t help but lay on your side to admire Haechan’s features, his relaxed and light snoring making your heart beat faster. His eyelashes took your attention and you couldn’t help but brush the posterior side of your index finger along it, unfortunately stirring him into consciousness.

“Sorry,” You quickly apologised, scooting over closer to him to share some body warmth. You gently pulled his head to your chest, cradling and blocking the sun behind you from reaching him and playing with his black strands, humming a quiet song while your other hand patted his back.

Haechan satisfactorily groans at his wife’s loving touch, snuggling over to bury his nose between the pillow and the crook of your neck, “Morning, bubs.”

“Good morning, Hyuck,” pressing a kiss to the top of his hairline.

“How was your sleep?” His morning voice was still evident, deep and husky; almost like last night but in a more tame and most definitely more innocent way.

“Too good.”

You feel the smirk on your skin as Haechan leans into you to pamper kisses all over the curve of your shoulder, “Yeah?” Up towards your jawline to your chin. His tongue runs free a little bit when he reaches your bottom lip before lightly biting it. “You like that?” Asking after hearing you gasping and closing your eyes. “Baby girl, didn’t get enough action last night?”

A hand sneaks up past your waist, pulling his oversized shirt up and immediately finds its way on your lower body down to your ass. You couldn’t help but whine slightly when Haechan spread his fingers around one of your cheeks, his palm warmer than your body. He lightly grips your body, so differently from last night, and you can’t help but tilt your head down to kiss him as he reminds you of last night.

You got lost in his lips treating yours so gently, making sure that he pours all his love into you. But as the intensity increased, you forgot about the lower body pain and your husband was alarmed by the way you pulled away suddenly, flopping over on your back with the crease between your eyebrows evident.

Haechan gives you space, backing away just enough to get a proper look at you. He props up to one elbow against the bed, a hand tucking your hair behind your ears, “Hey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head, a reassuring smile forming on your lips as soon as you see the worry in his eyes. A hand cups Haechan’s jawline, pulling him closer for a kiss. Just like before, Haechan didn’t stop giving you light reminders of his love around your face this time: the tip of your nose, forehead, eyelids and anywhere he could reach without hurting you. The hand that held your lower body moments before is now over the weighted blanket over you both, and he strokes the cotton to where your stomach is below.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you, bubs.”

“You didn’t. Don’t apologise for that, Hyuck.” You immediately attempt to reassure his worries, “I hope I didn’t hurt you.”

“You didn’t, bubs.”

But Haechan still couldn’t help but pout again and you mirror his expression more exaggeratedly in hopes of making the situation lighter; to make sure he knows that he took care of you well straight after as well and that last night shouldn’t be something he should apologise about.

“I love how you cared for me after, especially last night.” A light blush spread across his face and you giggled at the way he face dived into his cushion, red and shy. “Pulling me onto your lap, letting me rest on your shoulder while you dressed me and messaging my body.”

“Were you okay?” You heard him over the pillow, “I tried to be as gentle as possible.”

“You were super gentle with me,” You nod, acknowledging him, “Non-stop kissing me and telling me that I’m beautiful.”

Haechan turns his head to you, a slight look of confusion on his face, “I’m just stating facts though?”

A push against his shoulder and a light melodic laugh is what you give him. Haechan joins in the laughter, and his hand over your stomach begins to move, his fingers rising and falling delicately. You both just stare at each other, commuting through your eyes the upturned corners of your lips. It wouldn’t be for too long though because this time, it’s your turn to be the little spoon, imitating exactly what you did before plus the addition of his whispers of sweet nothings against your ears. You indulge yourself in his warmth and his natural scent that reminds you of safety and home. The blanket is adjusted, Haechan pulling it up just underneath your eyes and you could swear you could slumber back to sleep at this moment.

The door clicks open then and there, Haechan’s eyes lighting up at the sight of the little one. The younger girl runs to her parent’s bed like usual but stops in her tracks when Haechan puts a palm out towards her hurriedly, “Don’t jump on the bed, little bean.”

“Why…?” Sadness laced her voice.

“Mumma is in a little bit of pain at the moment,” You peek up behind your blanket, saying a quick greeting to what Haechan would say is a mini version of you. “Come over on this side,” Tapping an empty spot on his side of the bed.

Soon, your child slumps over your husband’s figure, chin resting on his biceps as she looks over to you sadly, “Mumma, are you alright?”

“I am, baby, don’t worry.” You outstretched an arm towards your child, patting her head and successfully putting a smile on your face.

“Whoever hurts my mumma will have to go through me!”

Oh, if only she knew.

“You can’t beat, dadda, bean.”

…oh my.

You mentally face-palmed at the conversation unfolding before you. As your child lightly slaps your husband’s arm and asks for a reason why you’re bedridden, you can’t help but hide your face behind your blanket. You hear your husband panicking and stuttering, trying his best to go around the topic whilst also giving her a proper explanation that no, Haechan would never hurt you in that way.

“Dadda! You said you would always take care of mumma!”

“I-I do!”

“Then what is this?” She points at you, “Get away from mumma!”

You could no longer contain your laughter and it was the reason why your child stopped reprimanding her dad. Seeing you smile and laugh was the only reassurance that your child needed because she no longer gave her dad slaps and Haechan mentally thanked you for getting him out of that situation.

But seeing your child awake also reminded you of the time and the empty belly that she must have. Your mother instincts kicked in and your stomach cramp didn’t matter with her in your sight, “Alright, mumma will get up now.”

“Hey, hey, no you’re not.” Haechan takes hold of your shoulder, grabs the corner of the blanket from the other side of the bed and pulls it to your chest. He hovers above you, heart-shaped eyes decorating his gaze on you. His arm stays there to lock you in, “I’ll take care of her. Just rest, bubs.”

“Hyuck, it’s fine.”

“No.” He curtly responded. “Stay here. I’ll take care of the little gremlin.”

“Dadda!” So maybe it wasn’t as quiet and subtle as he thought it was.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” Haechan pinches your daughter’s cheek, “Go to the kitchen. Dadda will meet you there with your favourite breakfast.” It didn’t take a second for her to jump out the bed, excited screaming and variations of ‘yay’s echoing your room, the hallway and soon, basically your whole house.

“Are you sure she’s not your mini me?”

Haechan playfully scoffs, rolling his eyes at your question. “And what about my lovely wife? What breakfast do you want?”

“I’m not too hungry yet.” Feeling your eyelids becoming heavy once more as you exhale lightly from your lips, “I’ll make brunch later.”

Haechan hums at your thoughts and slips out from the shared blanket. The disappearance of the secure warmth and the weight of his hand on your stomach wasn’t the best but you’re aware of the parental duties that must be addressed first. As Haechan finally stands and stretches his limbs in the air, he doesn’t forget to give you a final kiss on the lips, staying there for a while, separating to look at you before planting another one.

“You shouldn’t want anything, baby girl,” Your slight eyebrow raise only made him smirk. And as you thought you would be able to go back to being sound asleep for another hour, Haechan just had to make your brain and heart go haywire, “Not with how I filled you up last night.”

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