#(lowkey think these stage outfits weren’t it though)

[goldennika]

TXT COMING THROUGH WITH THE VOGUEING !!!!!

[tobesoalive]

r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.  

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

[pwarkluv]

❝ electric love ❞ - pjs

park jisung x reader | fluff | 2k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, too fluffy because it’s my fav genre to write about, kinda strangers to lovers au, idol au, idol!jisung, itzysixthmember!reader, I’M SO SORRY TO MY CURVY AND THOSE TALLER THAN JISUNG READERS y/n is called small and tiny in this fic (i still love you though), mentions hair color but just pretend it’s dyed like lisa’s hair in the hylt era, shy!jisung and shy!reader because y’all are babies who don’t know how to approach someone who you like

SUMMARY | when itzy and nct dream meet on weekly idol, one member of itzy catches a certain maknae’s eye.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | inspired by “electric love” by borns :P yes it’s a tiktok song but it’s a good tiktok song so bite me >:( i disappeared for a bit so enjoy this trash imagine because i lost the will to write for a bit. also not edited really well i’m sorry for mistakes :(

your palms become sweaty as you nervously sit in the chair, the makeup artist diligently working on your face. wannabe came out about a month ago and the overwhelming popularity and support came flowing through, especially with ryujin’s shoulder part in the beginning. 

itzy’s fandom grew and so did the group as a whole, the six of you continuing to learn more about being an idol. 

but the one thing you were lacking in was interacting with other idols. 

itzy debuted in early 2019 giving you guys a little interaction with others like your brother group, stray kids. but when the whole pandemic hit, causing you all to isolate in quarantine to protect each other, talking to others outside of your company became rare. 

you were extremely awkward when it came to other idols. sure, you could talk to fans. you knew how to act and talk to them since that was a part of your training. but talking to idols, another person who wasn’t a fan, was different. 

unfortunately for you, on the episode of weekly idol you are about to appear on, another group was going to be present. and of course they just had to be one of your favorite boy groups of all time: nct dream.

you’ve always looked up to nct as a whole, but nct dream has always been your favorite because they were young when the six, originally seven, first debuted. you were twelve when you saw their debut stage. dancing has always been a passion of yours. it made you feel free and alive. music has always been a part of you as well. you taught yourself how to write songs and produce them, even releasing music on soundcloud under an alias. 

so ever since you saw nct dream debut, you decided you wanted to be an idol too. three years later and you’re in itzy, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. but now that you were going to be in close proximity to the people you’ve looked up to for so long, even talking to them made your head hurt. 

ryujin bumped your hip teasingly as the six of you prepared to go on screen, knowing how you felt about nct dream. she was casted during a got7 fansign so when she first met them after her debut, that girl was a statue (though she would never admit it). 

“don’t worry y/nnie, i won’t mention your crush on park jisung.” ryujin slyly said before moving to escape your wrath. 

“ryu!” you whined, trying to smack her moving body. your face flushed, the heat rushing to your cheeks at the mention of the older boy. though you’ve never said it outloud, you’ve always had a thing for the maknae of nct. how could you not? he’s tall, polite, has a really good voice, and is the main dancer just like you. his style and the way he moved was beyond impressive, causing you to fall for him even more. 

the girls found out about your so-called “crush” (quotation marks to make you feel better even though you’re head over heels for him) when you saw nct dream in an award show. yuna saw the way you blushed and how your eyes strayed to the tall then pink haired boy a couple tables away from the six of you. since then they’ve all teased you about it whenever they can, making you whine in embarrassment every time. 

you shakily wipe your hands on your outfit, a stylist making a sound of disapproval before you turn to give her a small smile. moving towards a small mirror, you examine how you look with a worried face. your pale blue paper bag jeans were slightly baggy and you cringed knowing you were gonna perform wannabe in those. you adored the flowery top you had on though. it was white with tiny black flowers printed all over, the puff sleeves adding to the look. your hair was slightly curled, the blonde highlights peeking through from your jet black hair. 

you let out a worried breath as the management ushered you to hurry. showtime, you thought to yourself as you anticipated for the words “action”. 

in the middle of the room was the iconic white stage where weekly idol have always held their episodes. on one side was itzy waiting to enter and on the other was nct dream. 

“today is a very special episode for we have two awesome groups joining us today!” one of the hosts exclaimed excitingly, adding on to your nerves. lia sensed your distress and reached to give your hand a reassuring squeeze. 

“give it up for the hottest girl group of their generation, itzy!” the other host yelled before the six of you partied onto the stage. each of you had an excited expression on your face as the two hosts continued on before introducing nct dream.

“let’s warmly welcome one of our favorite teams to have on this show, nct dream!”

your heart raced as you saw the six of them walk on stage goofily, trying not to laugh at how awkward jisung looked. as if he sensed your eyes, jisung’s gaze met yours causing you to look away in shock. suddenly the floor became more interesting than the boy you’ve been crushing on for almost a year. 

“all in us! hello, we are itzy!” the six of you greeted towards the screen. unknowingly to you, the boy you were caught staring at was looking at you too. 

❝ baby you’re like lightning in a bottle ❞

jisung likes to think he’s a simple boy. he doesn’t like breaking the rules and is mostly a good kid. but gosh from the moment you two made eye contact, the brown haired boy was ready to run away then and there. you were pretty. like beyond pretty, and he’s never felt this way before.

sure it was a little creepy and slightly concerning for his image seeing as he currently has heart eyes for you while the cameras are rolling, but jisung couldn’t help himself. that flowery top of yours made you look soft and small, as if he could scoop you up in his arms like a child. jisung knew he was tall but dang, seeing you from afar made him think he was extra tall. the boy chuckled under his breath seeing you wear boots, knowing that gave you an extra boost.

she’s so small, he thought, smiling a bit.

renjun nudged him, noticing the younger was spacing off before following his eyes to a certain member of itzy. the elder smirked a bit as they all did their introductions.

“to the world here is, nct.” 

the boy smugly looked at their maknae who was currently blushing at being caught by his hyung for looking at you.

young love, renjun thought before turning his attention back to the hosts. 

❝ i can’t let you go now that i got it ❞

“so you guys have two main dancers in itzy right?” one of the hosts asks as the 12 idols sit together on chairs. yeji nodded and spoke up.

“yes it’s me and y/nnie but y/n’s a better dancer than me.” she replied, pointing a shoulder to you. you quickly rebutted and waved your hands in disagreement.

“no way~” you denied, turning red. “yeji unnie is the best.” you replied shyly, an awkward thumbs up to try and back up your claim. 

everyone cooed at your shy face. although you were the second youngest in itzy, 4 months older than your maknae, yuna’s much taller than you which made you look like the youngest. because of this everyone, including yuna, tended to child you because you were just so baby. 

“weren’t you a part of a highlight reel?” the other host asks you, once again embarrassing you. the girls laughed, the other six boys looked at the host in confusion.

“y/n unnie was apart of bts sunbaenim’s love yourself highlight reel!” yuna exclaimed. although she too was in the highlight reel, yuna always thought you were much cooler because you got selected for your dancing skills. 

everyone gasped in surprise (the hosts a bit more fake since they already knew that) at the revelation. 

“i was able to dance with j-hope sunbaenim and jimin sunbaenim for that highlight reel.” you responded, smiling a bit at the memory. the boys were beyond shocked knowing this must meant you were good. 

“how was it?” a host asks.

you marveled at the thought. “they were such good dancers and really really nice!” you said with a happy expression. “i would definitely love to dance with them again if i were given the opportunity.” the look on your face was clear you loved dancing and loved working with the pair. 

“can you show us the dance?” the host asks and just like that you immediately become a shy mess.

“o-oh um i mean yeah i could do that.” you stuttered as chaeryoung softly pushed you off your chair and into the middle of the room. she smirked a bit at your timid form, knowing what she’s doing. from the moment you walked in, the maknae of nct seemed to be head over heels for you and she knew he was the main dancer just like you.

i swear if they don’t end up together after this i’m suing, chaeryoung thought as she looked at the starstruck boy watching you expectantly. 

❝ and all i need is to be struck ❞

jisung wasn’t surprised to hear that you were one of the main dancers in itzy but to hear that you worked with bts’s j-hope and jimin? he was beyond impressed and (though he would never admit it) was lowkey really excited to see you dance. 

he watched as you timidly walked towards the middle of the stage, calming down your nerves. jisung watched with a faint smile until the music started playing, and just like that he was a goner. 

❝ by your electric love ❞

the way you moved, your technique, your facial expressions. everything was mesmerizing. the whole room watched in awe as you danced to the routine you burned into your mind as a trainee, knowing that this was one of your biggest projects ever. in that moment jisung completely fell for you, and everyone in the room except for you knew that. 

“and that’s the end of today’s episode of weekly idol!” you all cheered with the hosts, jisung’s heart beating fast knowing he wanted to talk to you after this episode but not knowing how to. 

“cut!” the director yelled out, a little excited to know what was to come. they of course noticed jisung’s lovestruck expression and the way your eyes lingered on the boy, and of course they didn’t catch it on camera. knowing you two were young and idols, they didn’t want to ruin what you two might have since they were all rooting for you two. 

“if you don’t talk to her i swear i’ll tell her embarrassing stories of you.” donghyuck threatened. just like the others, he too noticed jisung’s attraction to you throughout this whole episode. the boy’s eyes widened in shock, yelping as chenle pushed him towards your way with a small smirk. 

“unnie no.” you cried out, beyond terrified as you watched jisung walk towards you. as soon as the episode ended you were pulled away by the girls who quickly explained to you that jisung “had the hots'' for you (ryujin’s words, not yours). 

your mind was going at a million miles per hour, heart racing as jisung came closer and cleared his throat.

“h-hi.” he said, his voice never not taking you by surprise. jisung was towering over you, looking down at you nervously.

“h-hello.” you smiled and jisung could’ve sworn he melted just a little. 

“get together already!” lia and jaemin yelled out together, making the two of you blush and unconsciously lean closer. 

❝ electric love ❞

“wanna hang out sometime soon?” jisung asked, his sudden confidence taking you and him off guard. you bit back a smile before holding your hand out. 

“give me your number.” you replied, jisung’s smile he let out making you fall even more for him. 

[jisungsplatforms]

[Chapter V: Han Jisung, you irresistible young man!]

Pairing: Producer/Music Major! Han Jisung x Photographer! fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut; non idol au, college au, strangers to lovers

Warnings: Mature Content! language, mentions of homicide (no one actually dies!), oral sex (m. rec) (yes again), exhibitionism

Chapter Word Count: 4.2k words

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“You’re evil,” Jisung pouted, pulling down on his oversized shirt to cover his still semi-hard on as the two of you walked down the hall. You snickered, enjoying the way he walked almost painfully.

“Sorry,” you grinned. “But it was fun, wasn’t it?”

“For you!” he cried. He leaned closer to your ear and hissed quietly, “You’re not the one who has a boner!” You quickened your pace, turning your head to throw a wink and a kiss. Jisung grumbled, awkwardly waddling faster to catch up to you. “Minx. You evil she-devil of a minx!”

“Hey, is it my fault you get horny easily?”

“Yes! It’s you, for fucks sake! Have you seen yourself?” he huffed. “You’re on my mind 24/7, do you even know how much you affect me?”

Your heart raced. You rolled your eyes and laughed him off, hoping that he wouldn’t notice your flustered expression. Scoffing playfully, you said, “Now that sounds like a you problem, doesn’t it?”

“Y/n~! Stop!” he whined.

You briefly glanced at his reddened face and sighed. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you, promise.” You were about to enter the canteen until Jisung grabbed your wrist.

“I know how you can make it up,” he said with a somewhat timid look. He took a deep breath before stating more boldly. “Go on a date with me.”

Your eyes widened in shock. “Wh-what?”

“Let’s go on a date. After school. Tonight.” Jisung stared at you with a newfound determination meanwhile your face grew hotter and hotter by the second. You stared at his reddened face, contemplating, before sighing.

“What time?”

“Oh, what? Seriously?” he gaped. “Holy shit. YES!” He threw his fists up in the air, hollering. “Oh my God, fuck yeah!”

You couldn’t help but laugh as he rejoiced, despite the slight embarrassment you felt from the scene he was causing. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you camly shushed him with a smile. “Sorry, I was just—wow. I really landed a date with the hottest person I know,” he chuckled sheepishly as he rubbed the top of his fluffy blond hair.

You giggled, moving his hand away from his head to hold it instead. “Better show up all dolled up for me, pretty boy.”

“Pff, I always look good, Y/n. What’re you talking about?” Jisung smirked, obnoxiously holding his head up high. You rolled your eyes at his playful arrogance.

“Watch it. I can change my mind anytime.”

“I know you won’t.” He brought your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. The rate of your heart beat increased, body tingling in adoration. Jisung smiled, letting go of your hand. “Gotta go now, I need to work on some stuff with Chan and Changbin today, but I’ll see you later, yeah?”

“Yup, see you soon!” You waved goodbye as Jisung walked away. He was only 5 steps in when he turned around and started walking backwards to speak.

“Tonight’s gonna be a surprise! Just be ready by 6, okay?” he called out.

“Okay!” You watched his retreating figure until he was halfway out of the hall. You walked happily into the canteen, thinking about your date with Jisung.

‘5:56pm’

It’s been 5 minutes since you’ve been mindlessly brushing the ends of your hair. Placing the brush back down onto your coffee table, you stood up to check your outfit on the reflection of the blackened TV screen for the umteenth time, bending down to sweep off any dust from your flowy pants. Now, you weren’t typically the type to obsess over your appearance, but tonight is certainly an exception, right? Grabbing the lip balm in your bag, you slathered on a thin layer of the sweet scented stick, smacking your lips together with a ‘pop’, and placed back inside. A notification went off from your phone. Recognizing the unique ringtone immediately, you hastily bent down to grab it.

1 new message(s) from Hannie Bear 🍯🧸

Hannie Bear 🍯🧸: im outside!

Me: Coming out now!

You rushed to the front door, grabbing your keys and switching off the lights in the living room in the process. You double checked everything in your apartment one last time before leaving.

“Hey.”

You jolted in surprise seeing Jisung leaning on the wall right in front of your door. “What the fuck, Jisung, you scared me!”

“Sorry,” he laughed, standing up straight. “I saw Hyunjin earlier and told him about our date. He looked pretty excited.”

“Yeah?” you said as you turned around to lock your door. “Is that why you were standing in front of my door like a creep?”

You giggled at Jisung’s incredulous expression. “I wouldn’t say ‘like a creep’ but yeah, he’s the reason why I found your apartment.”

“Still sounds like a creeper thing to do,” you teased. “I never told you exactly where I lived, that’s lowkey freaky.”

“Oh, uh...Sorry?”

You walked up to him, smiling at his embarrassed face. “It's okay. You’re cute so I’ll allow it.” Grabbing his hand, you led him to the elevator. “Let’s go?”

Jisung instantly smiled, walking fast so he can be the one leading you instead. “Mhm!”

Instead of driving or taking a taxi, the two of you walked. Not that you mind, at least the night was cool enough for you to not sweat. “So? Where are you taking me first?”

“Hey, didn’t I tell you tonight is a surprise?” Jisung grinned. “No questions, no doubting. Just trust me tonight.”

“Well, for all I know, you might be a murderer luring me out for my last night.”

“Please. If I was a murderer, I would’ve killed Hyunjin and Felix for stealing my cheesecake earlier.”

You snorted. “Wait, you like cheesecake?”

“Yup! And chocolate cake! God, I love those.” He looked at you excitedly. “I think it was my mom who got me into cheesecake? She isn’t the type to like sweets that much but cheesecake is the only dessert she genuinely loves.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! I remember my brother and I used to go to the store a lot to buy it for her.”

“Cute,” you giggled. You walked a few more blocks before Jisung stopped you.

“Aaand...We’re here!” You looked past him to see a small Italian restaurant. The inside looked homey, not too extravagant, with only a handful of customers inside. It had a minimalistic vibe that you very much enjoyed.

You couldn't help but chuckle. “Cheesy” you joked. “Were you hoping we would ‘Lady and the Tramp’ this?”

“Oh my God,” he gasped exaggeratedly, “that would've been so cool! But no, I heard from Minho one time that you like pasta, so I did some research and found this comfy, and more importantly, affordable place!”

“Aww,” you cooed. “You did research for me?”

“Psh, of course I did! I wanted to impress you,” he said cockily. “So, are you?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Oh yeah, very much impressed.” You reached over to pat his leather jacket. “Especially with this sexy jacket you’re wearing.” Jisung turned bashful, fumbling with the zipper on his sleeve.

“What? Too much?” he chuckled stiffly. “Changbin actually helped me, believe it or not. He told me you’d find me irresistible if I dressed up like this.”

You took a step back to admire his outfit. From his blond hair nicely styled, to the black ripped jeans he wore that showed off his slender legs, to the runstar hike Converse he wore often. Oh yeah, this man is hot shit, you thought, biting your lip. You looked back up to seeing him fidgeting with his black mock-turtleneck with a flushed face. You giggled, gingerly placing a warm hand on his face so he could face you. “You look good, Sung,” you smiled softly, as opposed to the not-so-innocent thoughts running through your mind. “Changbin’s right, by the way. You do look irresistible.”

You grabbed his hand and dragged him inside. “But to be honest, I find you irresistible no matter what,” you winked flirtatiously, causing him to blush even more and smile giddily. You walked inside the restaurant, instantly catching the faint scent of cinnamon. Ooh Sweet… You stood near the door, waiting for a host to seat you. After 3 minutes, someone finally came by.

“Hello! I apologize for the wait, we’re just slightly short staffed tonight.”

“Felix?” you and Jisung said. Felix’s eyes widened, just realizing it was you two.

“Y/n? Jisung?” he gasped. “Hey! I didn’t know you guys were going out already.”

“We’re, well. Not official yet,” you said. “We’re still in the ‘talking’ stage, right?”

Jisung nodded, humming in agreement. “But this is still a date though.”

“Lit,” Felix cheered, fistbumping Jisung. “I’ll show you to your table now.” Your host led the both of you to the corner of the restaurant. As you sat on the chair, Felix handed you some menus.

“So my bros, I’m Felix, everybody’s favorite little freckled Aussie, and I’ll be your server for tonight.” He bowed like he would during a curtain call of a play.

“Your theatre side is coming out, Felix. Is it intermission now?” Jisung joked. You snorted while Felix rolled his eyes.

“Just give me your drinks for tonight.”

Without looking from the menu, you answered, “Water.”

“Just get me any soda you have, man. Thanks!”

“Aight. I’ll be back in 2 minutes to get your orders.” Felix walked back to the host stand to seat another set of customers. You sat in silence, skimming through your options on the menu.

“Didn’t know Felix worked here,” Jisung announced.

You shrugged. “Me neither. I guess that’s why he’s been so busy.” Another wave of silence hit the both of you. You calmly looked at the food presented on the pamphlet. However, Jisung couldn’t take the quietness.

“Remember that photography assignment you’ve been working on?” he paused, waiting for your acknowledgment. You hummed, making eye contact with him. “How is it?”

You grunted, stretching your back. “Honestly. It’s a lot harder than I thought,” you sighed. “I’ve taken countless photos already but none of them seem to resonate within me. I feel so...”

“Trapped? Blocked?”

You stared at him, the mood now oddly serious. “Yeah...Nothing seems to feel right. It’s like I’m missing something.”

“Man, I feel you,” Jisung sighed. “Lately I’ve been feeling that too. You know how many songs I’ve trashed cause they didn’t sound the way I wanted it to?”

“The life of an artist, am I right?” you joked tiredly. He nodded, patting your hand empathetically. From the corner of your eyes, you could see Felix walking back to your table. “Oh shit, Felix is coming back. Hurry up and decide what to get!”

Pain. That was all the two of you could feel.

Your head was on the table, clutching your full stomach. You looked up to see Jisung blankly staring up at the ceiling. Is he still breathing?

All of a sudden, he looked down at you, a smile beginning to form from the corners of his mouth. “You too?”

You groaned, the pain in your stomach coming back. “Why did we order so much goddamn food?”

“Go big or go home,” he weakly cried out, raising his fists up. You laughed in amusement, regretting it immediately after when your stomach started to ache again.

“Holy crap, we’re gonna die in here.”

“‘Least we’re dying happy?”

“Is—shit...A-are guys okay?” Felix asked, worriedly. The sight of your empty eyes greatly concerned him.

“Just had too much food. We’re good,” Jisung answered, giving him a thumbs up.

“Barely,” you muttered as you slowly lifted your head up.

“I wanted to ask if you guys wanted dessert but nevermind…” he eyed you both. You and Jisung made eye contact together before looking back at your friend.

“What’s the special?” you both asked simultaneously.

“Nuh uh. I’m not about to be responsible for your deaths. Go home!”

You pouted. “Come on, Felix. Don’t you love us?”

“Yeah, bro! We can take it, let’s go!”

“If I go to jail for potential homicide, I swear to God,” he sighed. “Fine. The special for tonight is a chocolate cheesecake sprinkled with shreds of Belgian chocolate.”

Both your eyes lit up. You looked back at each other as if you were speaking telepathically. Chocolate cheesecake?

“I’ll get you both only one slice!” Felix scolded. “If you guys need to puke, the restroom is down the hall behind you to your left.” Your freckled friend walked away, into the kitchen, as he glanced back at your drained forms.

“Gosh, now we’re really gonna die in here,” you whispered.

Jisung snorted as he hung his head back over the chair, “At least I’m dying with you.” You stared at his limp figure for a while before feeling the urge to take a picture. Grabbing your bag from the chair, you dug for your phone, finding it, then pulled it out. You swiped to the camera screen and took some candid photos of Jisung. “Hey, hey! Do it again!”

You looked up to see him pouting. “I know I’m handsome but if you wanted to take some pictures, you gotta tell me!” he said, sitting up and fixing his hair. You rolled your eyes, scoffing in amusement.

“Fine. Smile!”

Jisung smiled, winking as he threw up a peace sign. You took two pictures before looking up. “Okay, do something else now.” Now he pointed his index finger and thumb out, placing it under his chin. He winked again, now smiling with his teeth. Then, switching to another pose; he puffed his cheeks, hands cupping his face with his lips pursed. “One more.”

He switched from a cute pose to morphing his face into an ugly one. You laughed, “Gross!” The two of you took a couple more fun pictures together.

“Wow, I’m so handsome. Look at that,” he said. You were about to reply when you saw Felix walking back up to your table.

“Okay, bad news guys. I for real didn’t plan this, but we ran out of dessert.”

“Aww, seriously?” Jisung pouted, looking up at Felix.

He hissed, rubbing Jisung’s back. “Yeah, sorry guys. I guess chocolate cheesecake is in high demand here.”

You watched Jisung frown deepen more, slightly feeling bad. “We can go out to buy some, if you want, Sung,” you offered, holding his hand. He turned his hand so that he was able to hold it properly.

Sighing, he said whilst chuckling to lighten up his mood, “Nah. This is probably a sign for us to stop eating.” He let go of your hand, much to your dismay, and faced Felix. “It’s alright, dude. Maybe next time!”

“I feel bad,” Felix muttered. “I’ll make it up to you guys next time, promise!”

“It’s okay, Lix, it’s not your fault,” you said. “We’ll just get the check now then.”

Felix reached into his apron. “Yeah, here it is,” he said, handing you the black bill holder before walking away. “Sorry, again!”

As You were reaching for your bag to grab your wallet, Jisung stopped you. “I’m paying,” he announced. You gave him a stank look before swatting his hand away.

“I can pay too, you know?”

He refuted. “No, I’m a gentleman. That means me paying for our meal is the gentlemanly thing to do.”

“Equal rights.”

“My treat.”

The both of you tightly gripped onto the bill, death staring at one another. Neither were going to back down anytime soon. You stared hard at his face as he did the same.

“Okay, fine. Let’s compromise. We split the bill. Deal?”

Jisung hummed in thought. He was about to disagree until you pitched in. “I’ll let you pay a little extra?”

“Deal.”

You placed your split payment inside the bill holder and handed it to Felix. “Thanks guys, come back again soon!”

“Later, dude!”

“Bye, Lix!”

You walked out the restaurant, the bell on the door ringing as you left. You were about to take the path to your house until Jisung stopped you. “Park,” he whispered. “Let’s go to the park.”

You blinked, slightly off guard. “Okay…”

The walk to the park wasn’t too far, literally right across from the restaurant. It was a peaceful night, the cool breeze brushed past your bodies as you walked. Silence filled the air between the both of you; nothing but the wind and the sound of dirt crunching under your shoes was heard. The mood was...romantic. There was no one but the two of you in the area.

Your bodies brushed past one another every once in a while—more specifically, your hands. You wanted to say something when Jisung beat you to it. He shyly slid his hand into yours, watching you from the corner of his eyes, and smiled when you entwined your fingers together.

“Tonight was fun,” you said softly. You leaned closer to his body to rest your head on his shoulder. Jisung tightened his grip on your hand.

“Me too,” he whispered. “I just wish I can spend more time with you.”

“You see me everyday though?”

“Yeah, but like, I mean just you and me, alone; no one else. I—” he inhaled sharply. “I’m greedy, aren’t I?”

You looked at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I want to be with you all the fucking time, Y/n. It hurts when I’m without you. I feel alive when we’re together. It’s like, I feel like my world would stop if I don’t see you.” You were stunned. You could only listen quietly to his rant.

“God, I sound so possessive, that’s not what I was trying to aim for,” he panicked. “I don’t care if you’re with the guys, or anyone else, I know you're not the type to pull shit like that; I trust you. I just—fuck, why is this so hard?”

He stopped walking all of a sudden and pulled you away from the path, leading you 7 feet into the trees. In any normal circumstance, you would’ve been terrified. However, this was Jisung—and you knew it, somewhere deep down, that he would never do anything to hurt you. He let go of your hand and faced you. “Jisung?”

His heart pounded erratically, he didn’t know if he was on the verge of getting a heart attack. He felt overwhelmed. Having you standing right in front of him felt like a dream. He took a deep inhale in hopes of calming himself down. “I meant what I said this morning.”

“Wh-wha…?”

“You’re in my mind 24/7, Y/n. Everyday, I always think about you to the point I’m starting to think I’m going insane. Every text, every call, every time we talk, my heart feels like it might pop out. I can’t focus and I don’t know what to do about it!” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “Every song I’ve written was about you. Every time I look at my phone, I feel so disappointed when I don’t see a text from you.”

Jisung steps closer to you, nearly pinning you to the tree behind you. “You’re my muse, Y/n. I-I don’t really know exactly what my heart wants but all I know is that, you’re the person I want to spend my entire life with. I think…” he paused to take another deep breath. You could feel your own heart stopping, blood rushing up to your face. “I love you, Y/n!” Jisung declared loudly.

You didn’t know if the loud sound of a heart thumping was yours or his. You were stunned, happy, and scared; millions of emotions were racing within you. Not finding the proper words for yourself, you grabbed his face and kissed him. Jisung whimpered in shock, not really expecting that reaction from you. However, he quickly pulled himself together and kissed you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. You stayed like that until the burning in your chest overpowered the burn of your hearts. You both gasped heavily, taking back in the air you lost.

“You know,” your warm breath tickled his lips. “I never did take it up for the boner I gave you this morning.”

Jisung blushed, remember the embarrassment from earlier. “Yes you did? Our date is—”

“Then this is your gift.” You slowly kneeled in front of him, caressing his thighs as you went down. Jisung watched in shock.

“I—whoa. H-Here? I-in public? Y/n, that’s—”

“Do you not want this?” you looked up, wanting his confirmation. Jisung’s breath hitched, he never would’ve thought he’d be able to see you like this just yet. He bit his lip and nodded. You smiled, kissing his hip, before undoing his pants. You slowly pulled his jeans and underwear down to his knees, his cock springing up and slapping his stomach. You found yourself drooling, finally seeing his cock in person.

Jisung groaned, the cool air hitting his dick. “Fuck…” You licked your lips then took him whole, catching him off guard. He moaned, his hand now gripping onto your hair. “Holy shit, Y/n!”

You bobbed your head, hollowing your cheeks, as you pumped whatever your mouth couldn’t take in. The man above you let out heavy breaths, trying his best not to moan so loud. That was, in fact, proven to be difficult for your mouth was just heavenly. He rested his forehead onto the tree, looking down at you. Regret filled Jisung’s chest, greeted with the erotic sight of your cheeks puffed out, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth. He moaned loudly into his arm. You moved your other hand to fondle his balls, causing Jisung to buck his hip into your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” he moaned. “So good—ah! F-Feels so good, shit!” He threw his head back, covering his mouth to mask his noises. His ragged breathing sounded absolutely delicious. You took his dick halfway out of your mouth, stopping right as you felt only his tip. You sucked harshly on it, tongue swirling around it until you decided to play with his slit.

Jisung roughly pulled on your hair, moaning so loud that it almost echoed through the trees. “Y-y/n…” he whimpered. You looked up to see tears brimming his eyes. You giggled, laughing even more when the vibrations from your vocal cords hit him all in the right places.

“Feels good, baby boy?” you briefly asked, immediately going back to his cock after. He nodded, pushing his hips closer to your face, almost making you choke.

“Y-yes, m-mommy.” A wave of arousal hit your core. You could feel your juices seeping right through your panties. The nickname had you moaning, much to Jisung’s pleasure as well. “Fuck! Mommy, more!”

You continued sucking and playing with the slit on his head as you pumped his shaft with one hand and groped his ball with the other. The higher Jisung’s voice raised, you knew the closer he was.

“Close, baby boy?” you giggled. He nodded, hips no fucking into your hand.

“Yes! Oh my God, I’m so fucking close, mommy!” he stuttered. “Please! Let me cum in your mouth!”

“Such a good boy, of course I’ll let you.” You attached your mouth back into his dick, moving your head once again to bring him closer to his high.

“Holy—FUCK!” Jisung moaned, his hand back onto his mouth to control his voice. His body shook as he released his creamy essence into your mouth. Your tongue swiped across his cock to lap up the rest of his juices. His and your unstable breathing was the only thing that could be heard now. Out of courtesy, you tucked him in back into his pants and stood up.

“Wh-What about you?” he asked breathlessly. You shook your head as you patted his head.

“Nevermind about me. You’ve made me happy enough,” you grinned. “When you’re okay again, we can go back home.”

“So...Is this the part where I’m supposed to kill you?” Jisung laughed breathlessly.

The dim lights of the city were nowhere near as bright as your faces. The two of you walked, hand-in-hand, as slowly as you could, in hopes of the night never ending. But alas, the both of you had a morning class the next day. Jisung walked you all the way to your apartment door, telling you it was only for ‘safety measures’. What a liar.

“Text me when you get home, okay?” You said as you unlocked your front door. Jisung grinned, pecking the hand he held.

“Of course. I’ll see you tomorrow? Make sure you get a good night’s sleep.”

“Yeah, yeah,” you playfully rolled your eyes. Letting go of his hand, you finally opened your door and stepped inside.

“Hey, Y/n?”

You turned around to face him. “Yeah?”

Jisung stood there with a smile wider than before. “I love you.”

You giggled cutely. “Me too,” you said as you walked back to him to kiss his lips. “Goodnight, baby boy.”

“Goodnight...mommy.” He laughed.

You rolled your eyes, “Hurry and go home already!” He turned around and started walking to the elevator, calling out one final ‘I love you!’ before he walked inside. It was painfully obvious that he was trying to act cool for you, but the bounce in his walk made him look like he was skipping gleefully. You laughed, walking back inside your apartment.

Inside the elevator, Jisung pulled out his phone to text someone.

Me: hey, minho?

when i finally get married to y/n...

please be our best man! :D

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[softieteez]

ivy’s relationships with ateez

ivy and her relationship with each member

{ hongjoong }

status: “father & daughter”

ship name: jijoong

popularity: 5/10

she messed with him sooo much

the amount of times he scolds her whenever she’s around wooyoung and san ✋🏼

besides that though, he jokes that she’s his most well behaved child

he is her mentor, especially recently, she’s gone to him to help write lyrics. she says she wants to try producing soon too.

she is the person that keeps him sane half the time, brings him food while he’s working, just making sure he’s staying healthy.

when they finish promotions she usually forced him to go out and buy a milkshake with her or something.

he always keeps an eye on her to make sure she’s always comfortable

he likes to tell this story about ivy when one time she walked into his and seonghwa’s room at 2 am without saying a word and just laid on top of him

you know how hongjoong once said “don’t look at other oppa’s”? yeah that rule kinda applies to her too

he’s so protective, anytime another idol or staff member flirts with her, he’s watching closely.

he likes with she get plain white acrylics because she lets him paint them how he wants.

she refused to buy her anymore stuffies and scolds mingi and seonghwa when they buy her more which is maybe too often

“leader hong in the houseee”

“ivy, i’m trying to sleep”

{ seonghwa }

status: “mother & daughter”

ship name: ivyhwa

popularity: 5/10

she is his motherfuckin baby, no one touches her.

she’s clumsy so ever time she trips, falls, stubs her toe, he face palms and the helps her ‘injuries’ that she exaggerates

has to cover her mouth whenever they play explicit music during vlives because she will swear with pride

stuffie buyer #1

screams and closes her eyes every time he does something sexy for fan

back. hugs. either her giving him back hugs or vise versa.

plays with his hands when she’s anxious

scares him every time she does a flip on variety shows

whenever they’re at a fan sign or something and she starts doing sexy parts of their dances he just stands in front of her to block people from seeing, recently however she tells atiny to yell at him to move.

she organizes, he cleans. they’re a team.

dancing on vlive and killing every atiny there is.

on time he made a joke and called her ‘poison ivy’ and she punched him so hard. which shocked both of them because she isn’t that strong (jongho was proud)

“seonghwa got me a new stuffie !!!!”

“you weren’t supposed to tell ! hongjoong will yell at me”

{ yunho }

status: “besties”

ship name: yunsoo or yunvy

popularity: 5/10

big back rides #1

they’re really close but a lot of atiny’s don’t see it 🤷🏼‍♀️

she makes him laugh so much

he’s older, taller, and stronger, but he is her baby

twerking 101

the reasons she got to see nayoung again thank you imitation

“yunho’s an actor now” literally any chance she gets

buys her food, so much food. even on diets.

she currently has one of his photo cards in her phone case

her contact name for him translates to “abnormally large puppy man”

she just stares at him. and then when he gets weirded out and asks why she says ‘because i can’ or ‘mind your business’

like to paint with her

“ivy, seonghwa yelled at me for letting you twerk on that on vlive”

“he’s the man that sexy danced to baby shark, i think he’ll live”

{ yeosang }

status: “best friends”

ship name: yeovy

popularity: 7/10

gemini’s. need i say more ?

they make fun of the members behind their backs together

refuses to buy her anymore chocolate

she ?? keeps ??? wearing ?? his ?? shirts ???

she lowkey fangirls over how pretty he is

they’re too shy for their own good

she tried teaching him how to do flips, but he gave up after a kart wheel and seonghwa stopped it before they could even make it to round offs

he acts shocked every time the stylists give her sexy outfits even though he’s used to it by now

buys her chicken tenders all the time

he once said that ivy is giggly and clingy when she’s drunk and somehow he’s usually the one to take care of her

gives him weird looks, for literally no reason

she’s proud of yeosang because of his recent confidence boost

“why is hongjoong wearing that?”

“i don’t know, let’s go make fun of him”

{ san }

status: “best friends”

ship name: sansoo

popularity: 7/10

they’re so cute until they get on stage

constant hugging, it never ends.

they compliment each other allll the time

he likes to flirt with her just to make her shy and flustered because he finds it funny

feeding each other for some reason ??

he buys her dumplings

she wants to recreate every hair color he’s ever had but she’s lowkey too scared

she wants him to get a facial piercing so badly !!

he held her hand when she got her first tattoo

random dance parties together >>>

san said he’s proud of her because her confidence has grown so much and shes been working hard lately

there was a time when she cried at a fansign because a fan gave her a really meaningful note and san immediately went over to hug her

“sannie, i just got called sexy!”

“you’re too young”

{ mingi }

status: “they crushing?”

ship name: minvy

popularity: 10/10

piggyback rides #2

her number one cuddler

stuffie buy #2

literally do not separate them. e v e r

a lot of fans actually ship them because of how close they are. and because they’re cute asf

buying each other food >>>

she said that the time during mingi’s hiatus was the hardest for her because they had so much going on and mingi not being there made things worse

she was the first one to wish him happy birthday

he helps her a lot when it’s to like… everything. in airports when they feel anxious they hold each other’s hand, when she can’t stay focus he rubs her back.

ivy told atony that mingi was the first person she cried to before their debut

they were roommates with jongho before the room switches, now they both have their own rooms

when she was in high school still, he’d help her with homework.

“mingi looks very cute today”

“thank you jiji”

{ wooyoung }

status: “dude he’s flirting”

ship name: woovy

popularity: 8/10

he flirts too much !!!

fans love them together because they pick on each other yes, but they’re also alike in a lot of ways that’s kinda scary

secret stuffie buyer

she likes to joke that one day she’s gonna leave wooyoung alone in a ditch

she gets soooo flustered when he flirts with her

when they were in america he asked her to take him to her favorite stores and restaurants that she grew up with

even though she doesn’t like video games, he forces her to play or at least watch

friendship bracelets >>

he buys her some random ass shit.

her baby picture is his lockscreen

his mom and brother love her.

cuddles >>>

“your moms so sweet”

“she told me to shut up so that she could talk to you”

{ jongho }

status: “BEST FRIENDS” or “oh?”

ship name: jijong

popularity: 9/10

people love them together, some ship them, no one knows why

maknae shit

impressing people with his strength and her flexibility

she got so excited when he dyed his hair red

jongho’s character in imitation was her favorite and yunho got pouty when he found out

hitting high notes together !!!!!!

he breaks fruit. she eats fruit.

they act so shy whenever the spot light is only on them

sits on his lap, because she can.

man doesn’t like skinship too often, but he will hug her and hold her hand any day

she calls hun cute any chance she gets.

they post all the time when they have meals together

“why are you sitting on jongho”

“i don’t know san, why are you in my business?”

[musicallibrarian93]

Under the stars (Gwynriel Fanfic)

It’s Azriel’s birthday, and Gwyn plans a little something special for him. Warning - Very fluffy :)

One shot from my Fanfic ‘Interruptions’. Read it here on AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/30307776/chapters/74703369#workskin

Word count - 3.5k 

It was going to be his birthday soon. And Gwyn wanted to do something special.

Last year it had all been so new, this thing between them. Nonetheless, she had gotten him a gift and gone to their family meal, which Nesta had insisted on throwing for him since it was the first time, she could celebrate with him. He’d graciously accepted even though it wasn’t the kind of thing he’d wanted and had spent the whole night close to Gwyn.

Last year it had been so new, but it had also been kind of a secret. They didn’t go out of their way to hide things and of course her sisters and Cassian knew but they weren’t at the ‘screaming it from rooftops stage’.

This year, Gwyn got Azriel all to herself. Months ago, she’d asked his brothers if she could have him for the night. They’d been reluctant and Cassian had mumbled something along the lines of ‘You get him every night already’. Rhys had finally relented and recognised that it was a special day for the couple.

Gwyn liked to think she knew Azriel well. That maybe she even knew him in a different way to how his brothers knew him, but birthday planning had not been her forte. The only person she’d ever been close enough to want to throw a birthday for had been her sister and they’d shared a birthday, so they’d always planned things together. She knew she wanted to do something lowkey, something for just the two of them but still special enough to mark the day. Cooking for him was also off the table unless she wanted to accept the bond tonight.

Gwyn knew in her heart that they were going to accept the bond one day. Tonight, just wasn’t the night.

Once she’d decided what she was going to do she started to set her plan in motion. It wouldn’t require too much work, but she wanted to make sure it was all perfect.

——

The morning of Azriel’s birthday, she’d woken in his bed like she had for the past few weeks and turned in his arms to face him. She’d woken before him, which was incredibly rare, but she took the opportunity to start peppering his face with gentle kisses. The shadows that had fallen asleep on top of them stirred and danced around the crown of his head as his eyes began to peel open.

“Happy Birthday.” she mumbled onto his lips. His eyes shot open.

“Can we just go back to sleep for the rest of the day and wake up when it’s not my birthday anymore?” He said sleepily,

“But then you won’t get to see what I have planned tonight…” She kissed him again, but he didn’t seem so enthusiastic about what she’d said, “What’s wrong?” she asked,

“Nothing, I’m sure whatever you’ve planned is lovely…”

“But…” she goaded him on,

“But nothing,” a lie.

She raised an eyebrow,

“Fine,” he said, “I’ve just never really enjoyed my birthday.”

“Well, I hope you enjoy today.”

“I will, so long as I get to spend it with you.” He started to kiss her back now. A small kiss to the tip of her nose, then her forehead, and finally her lips.

They stayed in that little bliss, wrapped in each other for a little while, until Azriel’s shadows pulled the curtains apart letting Gwyn know it was time to go.

“I have to get ready for the morning service.” She said placing a kiss to his head. She moved away but he held onto her hand,

“I’ll miss you.” He said, brushing his lips over the back of her hand,

“Don’t let Nesta hear you say things like that, she’d tease you endlessly.”

He only rolled his eyes in response.

——

Azriel wondered what might be in store for him tonight. He felt honoured to have someone care about his birthday at all, but he feared he would be subject to an evening of attention on him. He loved family dinners and their small gatherings but an event where everyone might be staring at him might be too much. However, throughout the day Azriel had become increasingly confused about what Gwyn had planned for his birthday.

At training he’d overheard Nesta pester his mate about what she’d been planning. That had confused him. If Nesta didn’t know, did that mean it was a surprise to everyone? Had Gwyn orchestrated a surprise party so secretive that even the guests hadn’t known it was happening? Or had she kept Nesta out of planning it based on the shambles of last year?

Azriel loved Nesta like a sister but his birthday last year had just been crazy. Nesta had planned a lavish party for him which had been lovely but the combination of Feyre being able to drink again and Cassian with the bottles of wine in the cupboards of the house of wind hadn’t made it a peaceful party. The pair had been causing chaos and around 11pm they were found about to jump from the balcony of the house of wind, their wings already spread wide. Rhys had caught Feyre just as she jumped, and Cassian had fallen on his face before he could take off.

Azriel imagined that keeping anyone out of the party planning would have been a good shout.

Apart from the little Happy Birthdays the Valkyries wished him and the bone crushing hug Cassian had given him before breakfast, everything else seemed to be pretty much normal. Training had been lovely; They’d let him pick the drills they did today, and he delighted in watching Gwyn annihilate everyone in hand-to-hand combat. Gwyn had joined him for a small lunch before going to work in the library and then he’d had the afternoon to himself. He’d decided to go flying and then spent the rest of his time in his bedroom, reading or letting his finger graze over a few notes on the piano that Gwyn had dragged in from another suite in the house.

Gwyn had been cryptic to say the least with the plans she’d made, all he knew was that something was happening tonight. She’d given him no time frame either just told him to be ready for when she finished work in the library.

He tried his hardest to be excited. And he was excited but being so unsure about what was going to happen set him on edge. He was almost sure Gwyn had even asked his shadows to not divulge any extra information as they were strangely quiet around him.

Azriel must admit though for all his nervousness of what might come he had enjoyed the quiet day he’d spent. Had enjoyed just spending some time to himself to read a play piano and the thought of seeing Gwyn soon had his heart erupting into butterflies.

He had fallen hard for her, which was fortunate and almost predictable given they were mates, but he was so grateful that she’d wanted to take this slow. It certainly wasn’t the conventional thing, but it seemed so right for them. To just take the time to be a couple and learn about each other.

Azriel knew in his heart that he was going to spend the rest of his life with her, if she’d let him. Until then he was happy to just be with her.

Around Seven O’clock a soft knock sounded on his bedroom door. It almost made him laugh because Gwyn had been sleeping in his room every night for the past few weeks, she’d even started keeping a few of her essentials in a little draw on, what was becoming, her side of the bed. Yet she still treated it like it was his room and she was just a passing guest.

Nonetheless, he walked to the door and saw his beautiful Gwyn standing on the other side.

“Are you ready?” She asked with a sweet smile,

“Well, considering I don’t know what’s going to happen, I didn’t know what to wear.” He glanced down at his outfit, which had been a pair of comfier trousers paired with a smart black sweater.

“It’s perfect.” She spoke. He looked down to see what she was wearing and was happy to see she’d dressed equally casually with a pair of leggings and a nice chunky cardigan.

Gwyn held up a blindfold, “May I?”. Oh, okay so definitely some kind of surprise party. Why else would she blindfold him? He only turned and ducked so she might be able to reach around his head and tie it over his eyes.

Azriel wasn’t frightened for two reasons. The first was that he was sure he could navigate Velaris in a blindfold and second was because he was with Gwyn. He doubted he would be so calm about someone else trying to blindfold him.

She brushed the back of her hand against his knuckles. They’re slight asking for permission to hold the others hand and he placed his hand in hers in an instant. He felt the shadows dance around him now, they were excited about what was to come.

She silently led him out of his rooms and through the corridor. He knew this house like the back of his hand. And she led him right onto the patio.

She tugged on the tie on the back of his head.

“Surprise.”

——

Once Gwyn had decided what she’d wanted to do it actually hadn’t taken that long to set up. But she’d left Azriel to his own devices today largely for his sake. She guessed that might be part of her surprise, giving him some space today, as well as asking the others to keep the day rather lowkey.

They would have family dinner tomorrow night at the river house, but she knew that on the actual day of his birthday it might be too much to handle.

It didn’t make her any less nervous about what she’d planned though. What if he secretly loved big parties? What if he was getting sick of her? He might at least want his brothers. But Gwyn pushed the thoughts down and prayed he would like it.

“Surprise.” She said pulling the blindfold away.

——

It was beautiful.

Stunning even.

Gwyn had set up the patio into a comfy lounging area with blankets sprawled over the floor, big plush cushions scattered around. A chain of fae orbs lightly glowed along the walls of the patio illuminating the area and a picnic basket sat in the middle of the blanketed floor space.

“It’s not much…”

“Gwyn,” he said stopping her, “Are we going to stargaze?”

“All night if you want to.”

He stood unmoving. Oh no. Maybe he didn’t like it, maybe she should have done more.

“I know it’s a little cheesy to stargaze in the night court, but we’ve never done it before, and I got dinner for us and me…”

He couldn’t stop himself from kissing her. What she’d done. This was perfect. Just to spend the evening alone with her. And the kiss told her as much. She felt every ounce of gratitude; Especially when she felt his rest his forehead against hers.

“Come this way.” She said through the haze of the kiss as she held his hand and led him to the blanket, in the centre of the floor.

“When did you do all of this?” he asked taking in the gorgeous area she’d created,

“Merril let me off work an hour early and it took all my stealth for you to not hear me lugging blankets through the house.”

“It looks like our little stealth lessons are paying off.” He said with nothing but pride in his eyes. Yes, it was worrying Gwyn had gotten past him, but it was delightful all the same.

“I did persuade your shadows to keep it a secret.”

“My own shadows.” He said feigning the look of betrayal.

Gwyn sat down first gesturing for Azriel to sit opposite her. He sat with grace on the floor and his wings spread to one side in order to be comfortable for him while they sat. In his next breath he inhaled the scent of the food that was sitting in the basket.

“I requested a special delivery from your favourite little cafe from along the sidra.”

“Bluebells!” He said with his eyes lighting up,

“Yes,” she smiled as she pointed into the basket, “I got some of those pastries you adore as well as some other little bites and maybe later there will be some lemon cake.”

“Gwyn…” he said tentatively, and she knew why he was hesitant,

“This isn’t me… accepting the bond. Although considering how your face lit up at the thought of Bluebells, it’s certainly given me some ideas.”

He cupped her cheek.

“I haven’t touched any of the food,” She continued, “I don’t quite know how it works or the rules, but I imagine if you help yourself, then I haven’t exactly offered it to you so…”

“It’s perfect,” He replied, “You’re perfect.” She smiled brightly before pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand,

“Eat, or it will get cold.”

Azriel never thought of himself as much of a foodie. He grew up with the idea that just bare scraps were a luxury but when he’d stumbled across Bluebells a few centuries ago it’d been the first time he understood the fascination behind good food. Gwyn had been the first person he’d told about it when he’d taken her round Velaris and he was happy that she’d liked the little macaroons as much as he did.

Their little picnic was beautiful, and Gwyn had gotten him all his favourite items. He’d loved sharing it with her and how her eyes had lit up when he’d fed her his favourite sandwich.

After they’d finished and were completley full Azriel fell back onto the blankets surrounded by the pillows, “I’m impressed by your keen observation skills, Berdara.”

“What do you mean?” She said as she curled into his side. His arms circling her waist as her hand rested over his heart,

“I mean, you got every single thing that I love. We’ve only been to bluebells a handful of times, yet you knew exactly what to get.”

“Well, I’m no Shadowsinger,” she said with a smile, “but I know how to keep my male happy.”

He pressed a kiss to her nose.

“This day has been perfect.”

“I was worried it wouldn’t be enough.”

“You’re joking?”

“Well, I know you don’t love big crowds, but I thought you might miss being around your family.”

“We have family dinner tomorrow; I’ll see them then.”

“In addition, to selfishly wanting you to myself, I don’t have Nesta’s natural aptitude to plan parties either.” She said with a smirk that had him huffing a laugh,

“Sometimes our greatest weaknesses turn out to be our greatest strengths.” He said placing a kiss on her forehead,

“The Nephelle Philosophy.” Gwyn smiled,

“How do- You know about Nephelle?”

This had Gwyn rising from her position and grabbing a little package that he’d completley glossed over. She handed him the present wrapped in brown paper. Azriel sitting once more. It was just a touch larger than the size of a book, but delicate beneath his fingers.

“Happy Birthday.” She said as he looked at it with confusion,

“This wasn’t my present?” He said gesturing to the outdoor patio area and the picnic basket. She shook her head.

“Open it.”

Azriel couldn’t breathe. This was too much.

“Is this…” he started

“Nephelle’s own diary entry of rescuing Miryam.” For now, Azriel held a framed piece of parchment that had words written in Nephelle’s own hand the account of that day.

“How did you know?”

“Feyre may have mentioned that you loved her story.”

“I- How did you get this?” Azriel could barely get the words out.

“I wrote to her,” Gwyn said, “I told her that my mate admired her story and she responded with this. Along with a beautiful letter in which she spoke of how you inspire others too.”

“Gwyn…”

“I hope you like it.”

“Gwyn, this is perfect.” He smiled, silver lining his eyes, “You’re perfect.”

That had Gwyn crying too. She shuffled closer to him and his lips brushed against hers. Her hand resting on the back of his neck.

“I thought you could put it in your room, on top of the dresser maybe?” She said only a breath away from him,

“Our room,” He said suddenly, “Gwyn, will you move in with me?”

“To the house?”

“You don’t have to say Yes, or if you don’t like my room, we can find another one in the house that we like, but I would be honoured beyond reason to know I get to wake up next to you every day.”

She considered it for a second, “I guess it would make things easier,” Azriel hummed, “Nesta might like to live with another female,” she sighed, “And I sleep there every night already.”

“What do you say?” He asked again, his forehead meeting hers,

“Yes,” she whispered, “Yes. Yes. Of course!” She said getting louder. She peppered kisses all over his face before her lips connected with his once more.

It didn’t take long for their kiss to turn heated. Azriel’s hands trailing down her back before lowering her to the blankets and cushion on the floor. Their kiss was exploring and unhurried and driving Gwyn completley out of her mind. She wasn’t in control of her hands as they found there was to his hair that had slightly curled and pulled very gently. He moaned into her mouth and Gwyn forgot where she was only that it was her and Azriel. Her and Azriel forever. This was just the start.

“I love you so much.” She said, utterly breathless,

“I love you too.” He replied.

He lent in once more to kiss her again but stopped a breath away from her. She raised a brow, knowing the look in his eyes. His shadows were talking to him.

“Nesta and Cassian are coming.” He told her. And indeed, when Gwyn turned her head, she saw the mated couple walking onto the balcony with their own blankets and pillows bundled in their arms.

“I can see why you didn’t tell anyone your plans, Gwyn,” Nesta said with a smile, looking at the couple who had been caught in quite a comprising position,

“Hello, Nesta.” Gwyn said with a smile, while also raising her eyebrows as if trying to signal something to her sister,

“Happy Birthday, Az.” Nesta said with a bright smile,

“I tried to stop her.” Cassian said from behind his mate,

“Yeah, we were kind of…” Gwyn started, but didn’t know how to finish,

“You’re welcome to join us,” Azriel said, a bright smile on his face as he rolled off of Gwyn, she sat up to make room for his wings, “If that’s okay with you.” He said to Gwyn,

“It’s your birthday,” Gwyn said. And that was all Nesta needed to hear before setting up their own little blanket area on the patio. Cassian kept looking over trying to seem apologetic for the night they’d interrupted. Gwyn couldn’t hide she was slightly upset for him.

“It’s okay, my love.” Azriel whispered, sitting up, quiet enough that only she could hear,

“Yeah?” She breathed back,

“Well, I was immensely enjoying our evening so far,” he smiled, kissing her nose, “but, I guess we’ll just have to continue where we left off when we get back to our room.”

Those words alone had Gwyn forgetting the couple who had joined them as she took his face in her hands and kissed him like no one was there.

They were shortly interrupted by Nesta saying, “Get a room, you two.” But when Gwyn turned around, she saw the light dancing in Nesta and Cassian’s eyes, they were truly happy for them.

Gwyn still flipped them off.

Cassian let out a loud laugh at that. Surprised to see the priestess act so crudely, perhaps she’d spent too much time around them.

After that they settled into light conversation, Azriel pointing out constellations in the sky while Nesta nuzzled into Cassian’s side. It turned out to be quite lovely. Nesta and Cassian squirreled into the basket to find some of the left-over lemon cake, and Gwyn smiled when Nesta fed it to Cassian. So simple and casual but Gwyn was excited for the day she’d be able to do that with Azriel.

At some point she drifted off, the vibrations of Azriel’s low voice, singing her to sleep. But when she awoke the next morning she was in a large comfy bed. Her bed, she now realised. With her mate’s arms and wings wrapped around her.

[dreamyyang]

[15:20] angst, lowkey second hand embarrassment, idol au

“Here, you must be hungry,” you offered Mark an Inkigayo sandwich with a shy smile.

Your group was doing a special stage with NCT 127 and some of you had gone to the cafeteria to get a snack before your performance. All of your members knew that you had a huge crush on Mark and one of them suggested slipping him your number.

“You remember that cute girl group member I told you about? I hid my phone number in plastic wrappings of the sandwich and gave it to her. Now we talk to each other all the time.”

You honestly weren’t going to do it but that was before you saw Mark laughing at something one of his members said. He looked so adorable and his laugh was the cutest thing ever. You fell into some sort of trance and before you knew it, you were borrowing a pen and a piece of paper from one of the staff members.

“I-I just need to write something down so I don’t forget. Just some song lyrics, you know? And that is plausible because I’m an idol,” you blabbered while the woman just smiled knowingly.

And now here you were, holding out the sandwich for Mark and praying that he accepted it. He gave you a sweet smile that made your stomach do cartwheels and politely declined.

“Thank you so much, but I’m not really hungry.”

Your hand dropped and you could feel a blush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. You were about to turn around and run back to your group’s waiting room when he stopped you.

“Wait! I’ll take it.”

Maybe there was some hope for you after all.

“Jungwoo said he wanted a sandwich so I’ll give this one to him. Um, if that’s not a problem.”

You managed an awkward laugh, “Yeah sure. They just uh, they gave me an extra sandwich by mistake so I thought maybe one of you guys would want it.”

“Ah, cool. Thanks.”

You’d forgotten about the piece of paper with your name and number on it until your members asked you how it went.

Jungwoo frowned in confusion when he tasted something strange after biting into his sandwich. It was...paper?

Sure enough, right below the sandwich was a note addressed to Mark. Jungwoo called out to his group mate, telling him about the note before reading it out loud.

You probably looked insane, running through the halls, praying that your tight outfit wouldn’t rip. You didn’t care though, you had to make sure Jungwoo didn’t tell anyone about the note you left. To your horror, when you made it to the cafeteria, you could hear Jungwoo reading out the contents of the note.

“Dear Mark, I think you’re pretty cute and I’d love to get to know you better. So here’s my number. Y/N.”

The other members laughed and began teasing Mark while he groaned for them to shut up. Tears of embarrassment threatened to leave your eyes and you quickly left before they saw you. Out of the corner of his eye, Mark noticed you walking away. He wanted to approach you but his members were already pulling him back to their waiting room.

[bffsoobin]

Never Not

↳life in the entertainment industry is grueling. You and your friends with benefits, Soobin, know this better than almost anyone. When you seek comfort in one another, it’s easy to forget the faults in the system. How long can you trust Soobin with your heart?

➤ idol!soobin x trainee!reader, smut, angst, some fluff

Word Count: 5,004

Requested?: yes

Warnings: this includes mature content! Please do not read past the illustrated line divider (not the keep reading) in the story if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable. There is no happy ending to this story, so keep that in mind. Use of some mature language, my awful attempt at coming up with believable Korean names. Smut warnings include: fingering (female receiving), riding, multiple orgasms, mentions of overstimulation, unprotected sex (please use protection, y’all), some dirty talk, praise kink.

A/N: This fic got away from me and came out way longer than I planned and I’m lowkey insecure about it. Also my normal notes that I didn’t proofread or edit (laziness) and that I suck at titles obviously apply!

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Your bathroom was not nearly private enough. The lock on the door had long been broken, so you and the other girls you’d lived with for close to a year had agreed on a rule of mutual respect and trust. A rule that Minjee was currently abandoning. She busted into the bathroom as you brushed your teeth, nearly knocking you over with her force. Her petite features were soaked in panic. 

“What’s wrong?” your toothbrush hung loosely in your mouth, forgotten as you worried over your younger friend. 

“Your phone has been ringing off the hook since you got in the shower. And you didn’t answer, so now he’s here!” 

“He? Who are you-” a smooth and unforgettable voice sounded from the hallway just outside. Soobin. Your eyes widened. Soobin? Your hair was still dripping, your face red and splotchy from the heat of the shower. Not to mention the toothbrush still dangling precariously. You heard him talk again, muffled like he had moved to the kitchen and you noted that Sooyoung probably ushered him into the small dining space to let you gather your thoughts. You thanked whoever was listening for your thoughtful friend as you cleaned out your mouth, toweled down you hair and did your best to soothe the heat in your cheeks. At least you were fully dressed.

Minjee still looked like a deer caught in headlights, and you shot her what you hoped was a reassuring smile as you left the bathroom. It was hard to miss Soobin’s presence as you turned into the kitchen. He towered over all of your friends, a slightly awkward smile on his face as he waved off offers for snacks left and right. 

“Soobin?” you questioned, and all other conversation stopped. He whirled around to see you and you shrunk under his gaze. He was intimidating in every way, yet you found him oddly charming. 

“Hey! I wanted to talk to you and you weren’t answering your phone. And I knew you were here so,” he shrugged. 

“Let’s talk somewhere else, okay?” you turned without seeing his agreement and led him toward your room. You knew your roommates were all huddled in the common areas of the house, whispering about Soobin. Thankfully, the lock on that door wasn’t busted. 

“What are you doing here?” you hissed as he dwarfed your bed under his body. 

“Missed you. Do you wanna go get something to eat?” he picked at your sheets mindlessly. You raised an eyebrow and began to tap your foot.

“That sounds a hell of a lot like a date, Soobin.” you accused, already planning an outfit in your head. You could never say no to the handsome boy in front of you. 

“It’s not a date, Y/N. We’re just friends. We can erase and add back on the “with benefits” whenever we want, remember?” you scowled at him in place of admitting that he was right. 

“Get out. I have to change.” you glanced down at your lounging attire pointedly. 

“Nothing I haven’t already seen, princess,” his eyes sparked at his own teasing before you picked up one of Sooyoung’s beloved plushies and flung it at his infuriatingly charming face. 

“Get. Out.”

With Soobin standing guard outside the door, you quickly changed into a better outfit and tried to make some semblance of your face before slipping back out. Your friends eyed you questioningly, but you waved them off with promises of being back in no time. 

The blanket of night made Soobin bold. He wrapped his arm around your waist, guiding you down the street with a confidence you only see when- a thought cropped up in your mind. “We aren’t going to dinner, are we?” you questioned although you already knew the answer. 

“We are going to dinner! Just, in the dorm. In my room.” You were already in front of the familiar building when he finally owned up. You could have backed out, could have told him you were mad at him for lying, but you followed him up to his room anyway. He did have food, as he promised. A pizza box was situated at the foot of his bed when you walked in and settled onto the mattress. Soobin sat up against his pillow and motioned for you to sit on his lap. You brought the warm pizza box with you and laid against his broad chest. You two ate in relative silence and you couldn’t help but notice the lack of...boys. 

“Where are they?” Soobin didn’t answer your question and instead went to work running a hand up your leg. 

“Does it matter?” his voice ghosted over your ear as you pondered for a minute and then supposed it didn’t. Unlike your groupmates, Soobin’s were all privy to your relationship and exactly what it entailed. 

“I just missed you,” he mumbled into your skin, biting at the soft flesh under your ear. Soobin made a point to move the half empty pizza box to the ground as he continued his work on your neck. You melted into his hold, helpless to his sweet whispers and gentle touches in all the right places. For the rest of the night, all that mattered was the way Choi Soobin could work you up and bring you back down so gently. 

It had been almost two months since your fake dinner date with Soobin. He became busy with a comeback, and you became busy with general training duties. It was natural, you supposed. You both chose a hectic lifestyle and a relationship that required no actual commitment. While you missed seeing him, you understood that you chose this. That didn’t stop you from being upset, though. Sooyoung, your ever observant roommate noticed your sulking behavior and lack of interest in group activities. 

Having had enough of your change in attitude, she cornered you in the kitchen one day while the rest of the girls were still training. 

“What’s up with you? I know we’ve been busy. But you’ve just been miserable. You know you can talk to me, right?” You just nodded and crossed your arms. She sighed at your stance and placed a hand on your shoulder. 

“Seriously. Why don’t you at least try to hang out with someone, or leave the house? I know Soobin is busy, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind a visit?” The sound of his name made your insides burn. Too many confusing thoughts circled your being when you thought of him. Deciding to humor Sooyoung, you announced that she was right; and that you were going to get ready and treat yourself to a donut and coffee at the little cafe down the block. 

The smell of blueberry muffins and coffee invaded your senses as you ordered a large iced coffee and a sprinkled donut to sulk over as you thought about Soobin. Sitting at a hightop table, your legs swung in the air as you debated over calling Soobin to check up on him or simply letting him go until he contacted you. You weren’t dating Soobin, but would it be so wrong for a friend to reach out? Did you just miss having someone to fool around with? The longer you thought, the more you had to forcefully push down the thought that you really had feelings for Soobin. Maybe his goofy smile and clumsy compliments had really hatched in your brain and created- you shuddered at the thought- love. There was no way he would ever feel the same, you convinced yourself. It is much easier to believe that the famous and loved Choi Soobin would never like you the way you have started to like him. 

The donut tasted bland in your mouth and your coffee had certainly been watered down in your thinking, but you finished them both. You wiped your hands on your jeans and made way to get down from your elevated seat until a cheerful voice called your name. Looking around, you spotted the form of a girl you couldn’t quite remember the name of. She had been a trainee in the very early stages, but she had to leave due to family troubles and you hadn’t thought of her since. The back of your neck burned with embarrassment as you waved to the girl you didn't remember. The uncertainty must not have shown on your face as the mystery girl propped herself right next to you and grabbed your arm. 

“I just had to talk to you when I saw you! I still talk to Sooyoung every once in a while, and she told me you’re friends with Soobin,” you nodded but felt suspicion creep into the corners of your mind. “Anywho, since I ran into you and you’re friends with him I was wondering if you could confirm something for me.” She plopped a phone onto the table in front of you and hit play on a dark, shaky video. It looked like a club of some sort and you squinted at the screen wondering what this had to do with Soobin. You were about to voice your confusion when someone's phone flashlight illuminated the form you knew all too well crowding a girl against the wall, kissing her neck and pressing the length of his body into her. You body heated at the knowledge that you knew exactly how that felt. Tears stung at the corners of your eyes as the video ended and the unknown girl slid her phone back into her bag. 

“I don’t know her,” you mumbled, hurrying to find your purse hung on the back of the chair. “And I haven’t talked to Soobin lately, he’s been busy and-” she snorted as you got down from the chair. 

“Yeah, he’s definitely been busy,” she wiggled her eyebrows in a joking manner, but the gesture only broke your heart even more. Nodding tightly, you made up excuses for your sudden absence and walked back to your dorm with tears dripping down your cheeks. Everyone noticed your change in behavior when you returned; especially Sooyoung who was hoping to see you come back much happier. It was only about 4pm when you got home so you bargained with Jihyun to let you shower although she was already getting ready to do so. You tried to convince yourself that she agreed because of your persuasion skills and not because of the tear tracks on your face. The hot water didn’t do much to curb your upset. You ate dinner in silence and crawled into bed before the sun even started to set.

Being a trainee means pushing a lot of things aside. You had to forget about Soobin. Monthly evaluations started in about a week, and you had to worry about nursing a wrist you had accidentally hurt during practice. During the day, you put on a mask for your members and the staff, laughing along at jokes and throwing yourself into your work in a way they all seemed to admire. Not a single night passed where you didn’t think about the shaky video of Soobin and the mystery girl. Not a single night passed where your heart didn’t ache in two ways. One, for the love you harborded so dangerously, and the other for the fact that you knew you could never trust Soobin. That even if he liked you back, his reckless show of public affection when he was already in the eye of the media would make a real relationship impossible. It was too risky for either of you. 

News of their comeback traveled extremely fast. You had even seen Taehyun in the halls of the building and offered him a quick congratulations on their success. With every day that passed, you knew you were closer to the impending argument with Soobin; but you tried your best to push that to the back of your mind. Until you got a text from him. Seeing his name pop up on the screen after so long roused a lot of emotions you weren’t expecting. The message was nothing too remarkable, but you made plans to meet him the next day at his dorm. 

When you arrived at his door, you felt nerves you hadn’t since the very first time you visited. You laid two hard knocks on the door and stood aside; hoping that Soobin had heard you. The door swung open gently to reveal Soobin’s towering frame. Your stomach rolled in an odd mix of happiness and anxiety upon seeing him for the first time in weeks. He ushered you in, giving you no more time to process your whirling thoughts.

“I like your hair,” your voice sounded odd even to your own ears, but you hoped Soobin would be distracted by the complement of his purple locks. 

“Thank you!” he was beaming as he rubbed a chunk of hair between his fingers lovingly. His eyes shifted up and down your body as if examining every detail to find something new about you to compliment back. He remained quiet. The corners of your eyes began to burn under his scrutiny, and you felt something deep inside of you snap. 

“Soobin,” you looked around the dorm, finding it surprisingly empty. He must have kicked all of the boys out for a few hours to have you over. “I wanted to talk to you about some stuff.” The leather of his couch squeaked underneath you as you sat and waited for him to do the same. He settled right next to you, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from his side into yours. For a fleeting moment you contemplated saying nothing and letting yourself fall back into your normal pattern; but you knew you would regret it. 

Sighing, you tried to ignore the way worry permeated every corner of Soobin’s face. “I saw a video of you uh,” a long pause “with another girl. Which is fine!” Your words became rushed as his face turned bright red. “It’s fine. I know we aren’t serious but the problem is,” your voice was starting to shake in a dangerous way. “The problem is that...I started to have real feelings for you. And when I saw that video I kind of lost it. I know it’s dumb but I just can’t keep pretending.” You had run this scenario so many times in your mind. You had imagined Soobin staying totally silent until you slipped out of the dorm alone. You imagined that he might argue with you, telling you that you were reckless for forming feelings over a friends with benefits relationship. What you never imagined was for him to lean over and attach his lips to yours in a fervor you had never felt from him. The rest of the world slowed as you kissed him. Really kissed him for the first time since the two of you started to hook up. 

You could taste toothpaste on his tongue, and if your insides weren’t fighting with emotion you would have smiled into the kiss. When you finally pulled apart, Soobin pressed his forehead into yours and shut his eyes. You could feel his eyelashes flutter along your skin. 

“I’m sorry,” his voice was the smallest you had ever heard it. “I’m sorry about the girl, the video, I just missed you and I was being stupid. I have feelings for you too.” What should have been a moment of celebration became a catalyst for war in your mind. You had prepared yourself for this possibility- repeating in a mantra that the relationship would only end badly for your public images. 

But all those times you ran this scenario in your head, you didn’t account for the weight of his body against yours. You didn’t account for the way his voice shook, or the feeling of his skin resting so intimately against your own. You didn’t account for how raw and vulnerable this moment would be. 

So you made a real life choice that theoretical you never would have been so weak as to consider. You wrapped your hands around the back of Soobin’s neck and pulled him in for another kiss. His surprise was evident at your move as he gasped against your lips. Every feeling you had toward him felt like it was bubbling over into a mess inside your brain. Fuzzy happiness was winning over until Soobin separated you from himself to cup your jaw in his hands. Taking the time to survey his face this closely made your heart break all over again. His face seemed to mirror back a similar sentiment as his fingers traced over your cheekbones. 

“Soobin,” you whispered his name weakly; trying to ignore the tears beginning to leak from the corners of your eyes. His face crumpled at the sight and he rushed to shush you. 

“Don’t cry,” he wiped the wetness away from your cheeks, “please don’t cry, why are you so upset?” His breath ghosted over your skin in a way that would haunt you for weeks to come. 

“Because,” you hiccuped in a breath, “because we can’t do this. We can’t date, and we can’t keep doing this. There’s too much on the line either way.” Soobin stayed silent as you worked through your thoughts. “I just want to be with you one last time.”

In a movement you almost missed, the boy nodded solemnly. With the knowledge of your last goodbye weighing heavily on your minds, Soobin guided you into his bedroom. While the lighting in the room didn’t offer much clarity, you still knew your way around. Soobin made short work of undressing you, making sure to pay attention- in the form of kisses or loving caresses- to every newly exposed strip of skin. His mouth traveled down your neck, leaving the most possessive marks he had ever left on your collarbones. You could do nothing but whine under him at the thought of bright purple bruises spotting your skin tomorrow. Most nights you would have whined at him for taking too long, but the air was different this time. The last time. 

You stood completely bare in front of him as he took a seat on his bed. He was still fully clothed although you could see a sliver of his smooth stomach where his shirt had ridden up. You could see the beginning of a bulge in his sweatpants and bittersweet excitement brewed within you. 

“You are so so fucking pretty, come here,” he pulled you into his lap forcefully so that you could feel him directly against your core. The praises falling from his mouth made you weak at the knees and pliable to any of his wishes. A needy whine left your throat as you ground down on him instinctively. Both of his hands flew to your waist and grabbed at the flesh there as you let yourself get lost in the feeling of him slowly hardening. He made a particularly hard squeeze on your waist and you took that as a message to stop. 

“Wanna finger you, baby,” Soobins usual shy and clumsy demeanor flew out of the window in a second. As you scrambled to lay down on your back, he finally stripped himself of his clothing. You openly stared at his body for much longer than normal and he let you, returning the gaze just as long. Memorizing. His cock stood proudly, as perfect as you always remembered it as your thighs rubbed together at the sight. Soobin tutted at you and pushed your legs apart forcefully. 

“Not yet, love. You know you can’t take my cock without me stretching you open first.” You knew he was right but you whined at him anyway as a new wave of arousal rolled through you. “God,” Soobin grunted at the sight of you laid out beneath him. His deft fingers danced down your stomach, causing your hips to jump up toward his approaching hand. A small chuckle fell from him lips and you would have complained had he not chosen that exact moment to run his thumb around your clit in slow circles. You cried out at the touch. Having gone weeks without release made you extremely sensitive, and Soobin was using that to his advantage. 

The slow circles sped up and then slowed down in an erratic pattern until you were so fed up with him you wanted to cry. “Soobin please, please stop teasing me, I need more!” You knew you were being loud but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. 

“I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Just use your words,” his voice was velvety smooth, pitched deeper with lust. 

“Your fingers!” The request was clumsy as it came out of your mouth but you couldn’t have cared less because he finally sunk one long finger inside of you. You wanted to thank him, but your tongue felt too heavy in your mouth so you settled for clenching your inner muscles around his digit. He groaned to himself as he pumped the single finger in and out before finally adding a second alongside it. The stretch burned a bit but you welcomed the gush of wetness that had Soobin swearing under his breath. 

“Look at you. I was busy for a few weeks and suddenly your pussy can barely fit two fingers inside.” He began scissoring his fingers to widen your entrance. A string of pleas and curses fell from your lips constantly as he finally found your g-spot and continuously crooked his fingers over it. Your teeth sunk harshly into your bottom lip as you tried your best to keep it together but it was no use. Soobin had learned every tip and trick to getting you to cum. There was no eloquence left in your voice as you begged him for more and got just what you asked for. His second hand, which had been keeping pressure on your hips,  played with your clit in circles and figure eight shapes in various speeds. It only took a few more seconds under his movements for you to announce your release and gush around his fingers. Despite your obvious orgasm, Soobin kept working his hands against you until the overstimulation became way too much. Your mind was so fuzzy afterwards that you could barely hear his praise.  

“So good,” you vaguely made out as you came back to Earth to see his face hovering right over your own. He pressed kisses on every corner of your face until you were finally coherent enough to talk again. 

“Soobs,” you didn’t miss the way he flinched at the nickname. “Please fuck me.” The words were blunt, you knew. But there was no need to beat around the bush anymore. Soobin groaned loudly, unabashedly palming at his own cock as he sat back on his heels. His positioning gave you an idea that had heat rushing through your veins anew. “Lemme ride you,” you rushed the words out, unsure if he had even heard them until he cursed loudly and drew his hand away from himself. 

“That’s my girl. So good for me.” Soobin used your love for praise to his advantage as he settled at the head of his bed and waited for you to straddle his hips. His eyes were glazed with arousal as you held yourself over his cock and gave it a few experimental strokes. Soobin’s eyes fluttered shut and his reddened lips fell open in a sigh. In one swift movement, you began to sink down on him slowly. Your hands found support on his smooth stomach as you felt your knees buckle at the intrusion. Both of you whined loudly at the initial stretch. Fire coiled in your stomach as you worked yourself onto him in small increments. He was trying his best to let you take time to adjust, but his control was slipping more and more with every second. 

A growl emitted from the back of Soobin’s throat as he tightened a hand on your left thigh as a not so subtle hint to get moving faster. You already felt so full that the idea of taking his entire length felt impossible. Your head fell, hair creating a curtain around your face in the exact second that Soobin’s strong hand pushed you all the way down his cock. A burning mix of pain and pleasure flooded your veins and made your inner walls clench around him. Soobin’s cock twitched inside you and the feeling drove you wild. 

With the leverage your arms on his chest offered, you lifted your hips slowly before slamming them back down to connect your bodies. Pitchy whines escaped from your mouth with every single move you made. Soobin’s hands roamed all over, one traveling up to pinch at your nipples and another keeping a bruising grip on the flesh of your hip. 

“God, you’re so pretty,” Soobin’s grunted praises peppered between moans only heightened your pleasure to a point where you could no longer keep your thoughts straight. Every sensation he was providing you became so overwhelming that you could barely continue a steady rhythm on his cock. He seemed to catch on to your slipping as his face softened. Chest heaving, you leaned forward to lay yourself on top of him. Your head fit perfectly into his shoulder and for a second you missed being able to see his face until he took the initiative to thrust up into you. He wrapped his arms around you so there was no escape from the pleasure of him filling you up. Soobin worked magic on your body, rolling his hips expertly to hit every spot inside of you while he whispered dirty praise to you. 

“You feel so good, baby. So tight,” you clenched at his words and a breathy moan escaped his lips in a rush. Your clit ground against his pelvic bone; not enough to make you cum but enough to create more sparks in your core. Between his words and his hard and consistent thrusts you could feel your pleasure mounting to an intense high. The strong hold he had on you slipped away and he guided you to sit up once again. Seeing his flushed face drew out a desperate whine and buck of your hips. 

“Look at me,” Soobin’s voice was oddly calm and collected as you obeyed the request. He thrusted  up into you even faster and you had to fight to keep your eyes on his. 

“Soobs, I’m gonna cum,” your voice was strung out and breathy but it only pushed Soobin further. Without your realization, Soobin circled a thumb around your clit and you were soon hurdling off the edge of your orgasm, vision going blank with the pleasure. Although you were lost in a haze of pleasure, you could hear Soobin’s grunts growing louder and more frequent before he released inside of you; warmth flooding your insides as he came. 

Neither of you moved for several minutes. Your breathing gradually slowed to a normal rate and Soobin’s cock softened inside of you; but you stayed still on top of him anyway. No words were exchanged until he lifted your chin with two fingers. 

“You have to know that I really do like you. I’ve liked you since the first time we met.” The words sent a dagger through your heart and you would have looked away from him if it weren’t for the strong grip he had on your jaw. His breath hitched as he spoke again; “but I can understand why you don’t think I’m worth it.”

The way he worded it broke a dam of emotions inside of you and suddenly you were sobbing, struggling to even catch your breath. Soobin panicked a little, rubbing your sides and softly pulling out of you. Both of you ignored the stickiness the move created in favor of laying your back down on the sheets. He shushed you, producing some tissues out of nowhere to deal with the mess between your sensitive thighs. When the crying stopped, all that was left behind was cold emptiness. You redressed in stunning silence, hyper aware of Soobin’s eyes on you. You didn’t know what else to say to him. 

“I wish I had met you in another life,” you sniffled, “I’m going to miss you.” The words were supercharged and you clenched your teeth to refrain from crying again. Soobin reached out for your hand and you reluctantly let him lace his fingers through yours. 

“I’ll miss you too. You know that-” he swallowed audibly “You can come back here, back to me...whenever you want. I have a place for you,” he guided your clasped hands to hover right over his heart, “right here.” 

Leaving was the hardest part. Both of you stalled in every possible way. You pretended you lost your phone even though you knew it was in your bag. Soobin offered to let you take a shower before you went back to your own dorm. Eventually, it was time for the both of you to face the truth. At the front door, where the light was much brighter, you could see shiny tear tracks decorating Soobin’s puffy cheeks in a way you never wanted to see again. You felt like you could puke just at the thought of having caused him that pain. With one hand on the doorknob, you steadied yourself to say goodbye to him, goodbye to this one last time. 

“I’ll um, see you around? At work.” You didn’t even bother to smile at him. He simply nodded and fixed his gaze on the ground. He didn’t want to watch you leave. The door squealed as you pulled it open, shattering the quiet atmosphere into messy, anxious pieces. You rushed out of his dorm without another word and began your walk home. It was a clear night, so you stopped briefly to stare up at the stars. You would never not think about Soobin.

[dabis-devil]

Could you pretty please do Shinso, Dabi, Overhaul, Kirishima, Shiggy, Bakugo and Tamaki with an S/O with is a ballet dancer and looks fragile but can actually kick ass? Sorry for the long ask but I just really adore you’re stuff!!!!!

Pretty Poison

Aw, thank you anon! Okay, I'd just like to apologize for holding off on my asks. I've seen busy and not feeling well lately, but I'm getting to my requests now! Love you all 🖤

Shinsou Hitoshi

Shinsou is an observational guy

He figured you weren't as innocent as you looked before you proved him right

All of which he figured out with distance.

When set to spar together, he was avoiding all of your agile moves, each one of your attacks

You were pressed to do give it your 100%

With a swing, you attempted to go for his neck with your fist, the purple haired man catching your fist.

He tried to get a blow at your torso, you swatted his fist.

when you tried a strike with the other, he caught that one too.

His leg scooped in the back of your knees, the two of you toppling to the ground.

Toshi is a good boi, he made sure you wouldn't get hurt before he went through with such a calculated move

“ oh kitten- ” he chuckled, tired eyes lock in onto your own. “ nobody expects this of you. . Only fools will underestimate you. ” his tone was eerie

You used your propped up knee to push yourself over. Turning the tables, Toshi on bottom now. “ nice to know. ” you mumbled with a savage smile.

Next thing you know you were helping each other up and leaving the training grounds.

Its when you and Shinsou went on your first date that he learned you were a dancer.

He didn't seem too phased honestly, but he thought it was cool!

“ Can I go to your next recital? ” he asked, thumb brushing against your cheekbone.

You said yes

Before the start of the recital, your eyes wandered endlessly around the stadium.

' where is he? ' your lips curling into a frown.

Maybe he decided he didn't care?

Little did you know, he was in the front row. Just dressed in a suit. . Classy Shinsou is rare

When you leaped across the stage, his large purple orbs followed your angelic form like a puppy eyeing a treat.

He isn't one to pump you up with compliments, but when you finally realized he was staring with a strong force of admiration, that said all.

He would stand and applaud afterward, meeting you in the back room for a bland congratulations and soft hug.

He'll be at every single recital

Every. One.

Dabi

Your innocence was cute, don't get him wrong

But his goal was to corrupt you.

He would place wondering hands on your body, expecting you to become a shell of a human and color to drain from your face

Instead your expression turned playful as you prompted him

Sinful things probably followed

And that's how he learned you werent fragile

With that in mind, this man had nO control

You already know a relationship with him entails dirtiness to keep it sPiCy

And I kid you not, your gracefulness drives him over the edge

Your movement was so controlled it's just- *chefs kiss*

The part of the town the compound was in definitely wasn't a good part of town

So you got harrased :((

“ hey pretty lady, ” a drunk man cooed, his large and sweaty hands running down your arm. “ come with me to the back. . ” he smiled and roughly tugged at your arm.

You could have easily shown this man a piece of your mind. The ghastly shrieks that filled the air stopped you though.

Dabi melted his face off, then left with you like nothing happened.

This why people don't mess with you anymore

Again, this is what makes the two of you a good team. He has your back, you have his, but you can both take care of yourselves.

He didn't really care to know you danced

It's just a hobby, when should he care? Do what you want.

If you dragged him off to recitals or anything don't be surprised if you see him playing on his phone or otherwise not paying attention.

Gives 0 fucks.

If for any reason he is watching

Probably because he think you look sexy.

Maybe it's the outfit, maybe it the way your body flows, who knows?

If you come to him bothered that he doesn't like your dancing, he will either

reassure you that he thinks you look incredibly sexy when you dance, and try to pay a little more attention to your routines

No promises^

Or

Brush off your feelings and move on

Really isn't his cup of tea but A for effort

Bonus: he's asked you to dance on/for him

You're a dancer, of course you know how to lap dance. Of CoUrSe.

Idiot

“ doll, why don't you come show me some of those moves? ” he asks cheekily, already leading you back to the bedroom.

You still did. And you did well. So that's a win on his part-

Overhaul

Kai could appreciate your dancing, there was some sort of elegance in it.

The way your body moved from one figure to another just had his eyes drawn to you like magnets.

The fact that he kidnapped you for entertainment was besides the point

Well initially

You were given the option to leave, but you didn't.

Same offer does NOT apply now that you made your choice

The reason you were taken is for your doe eyes and soulful smile

You put up a damn good fight

But in the end you were being jumped by a few gang members.

Not to mention your escape attempts?

So thought out, and you came this close to busting out of the secret door each time.

Kai’s eyes burned holes hrough your skull when you were restrained to your bed.

“ love, why would you try to leave me? You know bad things could happen. . ” his tone sent goosebumps down your back

He's just possessive

Other than that, you can pretty much do what you want

So long as you stay in base

He turned a room into a dance studio for you

That's just how he shows affection.

he wants to sit and watch you dance until your knees buckle.

You bet your ass he will too.

“ where are you going? ” his eye brows knitted. “ I'm not done watching. ” he growled lowly, as you returned to your craft with a pout.

But that's fine,,,,

Even though he's not a huge fan of touching you

He gives the best massages.

(I'm actually so so sorry for this one, I haven't written Kai and oh my gOd I need to fix this characterization)

Eijiro Kirishima

This beautiful rock man

He thinks you are so adorable.

Literally precious okay, even before romantic ties developed

But when you become a badass out of nowhere, he's kinda stunned

You turned to Mineta and told him off for objectifying you, finishing that confrontation with a kick right to his crotch.

The grape boy wheezed and began to cry, but you walked off unbothered.

Of course Kiri, who had been on his way to save you from his perverted classmate, was like- “ huh?? ”

You being anything but reserved was a new emotion.

He didn't mind of course, he was excited to learn more about you.

And when he learns you're a dancer?

Oh boy.

Eiji supports you. Without a question!

And that's on being manly.

He shows up with roses to every single recital you have, dressed in fine attire, and will be the loudest person in the crowd.

“ WOoOOo!! YOU DID AMAZING Y/N! I LOVE YOUU!! ” He shouted from the top of his lungs.

Actually the first time he said I love you

Lowkey has good moves himself

You'll see that when he's dancing around the dorms to some cheesy music denki or Mina played

If you need help with a move he will put sweat, blood, and tears into perfecting it with you.

He literally won't shut up about you

When he's with his friends?

“ she's so beautiful! You should see her dance too! ” he gushed

Family?

“ y/n is so amazing. . (More babbles about you) ”

A wall?

“ I love y/n so much- ”

Just love him back okay

Tomura Shigaraki

This crusty man has his head in the game and all, but he totally swept you to the side.

He wants things to be blunt and direct

So when you were over there looking like a pure angel he just thought you were

As apart of the liberation front, he expected you to be there for covert missions, and not throw yourself into battle

But when you were over here taking out three heroes simultaneously??

It dawned on him that you were so much more useful.

It had been a late night and Shigs couldn't sleep, so he planned to hang out with you.

Your light shone under the crack of your door, prompting him to ask for your company

He placed a soft knock on your door to which there was no reply.

Instead, the melody of soft classical tunes drifted to his ears. The door creaked open, allowing the blue haired man a peak of insight as to what you were doing.

He saw your figure parading around the room in small leaps, harmonious twirls, and gentle hand movements.

His crimson eyes widened at what he saw. Not only did he realize how beautiful you are, but you were so soothing to watch?

For a little while he will beat around the bush

“ y/n, what were you up to last night? ” he asked, sounding as innocent as a mere child. “ hmm? ” his hands weaved together under his chin, leg swing in under his barstool.

Like when you already know something but you ask somebody anyways just to see what they would say yknow

He would make this one of his favorite things to do, watch you dance.

Over time you caught him staring through your door, and you weren't exactly happy about it

“ tomura! ” you squeaked, catching a glimpse of his florescent red orbs.

You raced over to the door, pausing your music with a fast tap to the pad of your phone.

“ why were you watching me? ” you frowned at your boyfriend, your shoulders building tense.

“ y/n. . ” he mumbled, hand searching for his agitated neck. “ I just couldn't look away. ”

Katsuki Bakugo

Bakugo did not underestimate your abilities. Ever.

From his experiences, he knows not to judge a person's abilities until you get a taste of what they can do.

He tried so hard to manipulate you into using your quirk, or just not being the peaceful person you came off as.

He faaaaailed

When you got to knew him better, you didn't hesitate to mop the floor with him.

He's impressed by your effort, so points there

He definitely liked your soft persona, on the contrary to his.

He won't tell you that though.

The closer you two got, the more he would step in to defend you and stick by your side.

The one time you snapped on somebody, he was left shaking in his boots.

He hasn't seen you behave like that. . He liked it 😏

Now don't get me wrong-

Baku didn't care for your dancing.

He didn't give a single fuck, okay

But whenever he actually saw your graceful dances on stage???

Consider him your biggest fan

But you wouldn't ever find that out. At least he thoughts so.

“ I have another recital tonig- ” you were cut off by an irritated Baku.

“ if you want me to go, just ask, dumbass! Stop whining. ” he snapped, leaving you blinking and dumbstruck

go off lord explosion murder-

He's in the front row just sitting there like

W O W

You already know he'll praise you for your preformance, whether those compliment were backhanded or of pure intent.

And if anybody dare thinks about down talking your dancing? They will be ripped. ..He would tear them apart with him bare hands. no cap.

If you absolutely amaze him, you will get the one in a lifetime chance to watch him stand up and scream your name with a proud grin, something along the lines of-

“ LOOK AT Y/N! (pronoun)'S DOING FUCKING AMAZING, JUST FUCKING LOOK AT MY BABY- ” his hand directed towards you, and you couldn't help but burn a shade of deep rose.

Tamaki Amajiki

Before you two were in a relationship, you had him fooled.

Like Tamaki, you look like a cinnamon roll, but can murder somebody.

You are commonly underestimated, which gives you the upper hand. A lot.

Tamaki taught you how to use that

Training with him was just so sweet.

He'd be scared to hurt you though

Let's add to the fact that since you like like an easy target, you would probably get messed with.

He would be the first to step in and protect you

Despite the fact his hands are shaking, and he stutters a mess.

“ my suneater. . My hero. ” you planted a soft kiss on his cheek.

Here lies Tamaki Amajiki, Rest In Peace

Don't even get me started on your dancing.

He loves it! Absolutely melts his heart.

When he watches you at recitals, rehearsals, maybe even in the dorms, he feels the depth of your movement.

He becomes a flustered mess in the distance,,,,

“ I can't believe thats my bunny, she's doing so well! ” he quietly cooed from the audience.

He will not miss any of your recitals. Unless it's an emergency.

Even then, get prepared for massive cuddles when he gets back.

He'll feel guilty about not being there, he's more upset than you are.

“ Tama it's fine- ” you chuckled softly, cradling your boyfriend in a hug.

“ are you sure bunny? I'm sure you did amazing, and I missed it! ” he whined, fighting the urge to plant his face onto a wall and never look back.

Other than tons of extra love after a missed performance, he will without a doubt dress fancy and bring you a bouquet and some little gifts.

100/10 will pepper you with compliments

Honestly he's an angel

[rushingheadlong]

Almost Make Believe - A Brian x f!Reader smut fic

Summary: When you saw Brian’s performance at the Big Mama Club you thought nothing could ever top being front-and-center to him rocking out in a tight black tank top… and then you run into him a bar after the show, and your night goes from great to amazing.

Wordcount: ~2,600

Tags: 18+ / NSFW, smut, 1998 Tank Top Brian x female!fan!Reader. (Assume for the sake of this fic that Anita isn’t in the picture.) Arm kink, with a hint of sweat kink, and semi-public sex.

Notes: This technically wasn’t a request for my #1YearFics week, but the lovely @maryfree​ asked for this ages ago and inspiration finally struck (after a friendly nudge from her). Since the first fic I posted on this blog featured tank top Bri, I thought what better way to wrap up this week than with a bonus fic featuring some very on-brand tank top smut!

I hope this was worth the wait Mary and thank you for being so patient with me taking half a lifetime to write this for you ♥

You think you fell a little in love with Brian the first time you heard a Queen album. You didn’t even know his name then, but the moment you heard his guitar sing you went scrambling for the liner notes to look it up and then scanned through the photos decorating the accompanying booklet until you figured out which one he was.

Skinny with a mess of dark, curly hair and the most intense eyes you think you’ve ever seen in your life… You knew then and there that you were a goner for Brian May.

You’ve always found him almost unbearably attractive, the sort of man that you looked at and almost hated for how effortlessly sexy he was even when that clearly wasn’t his goal. He was a man who, by his own admittance, didn’t care about fashion but somehow everything he wore looked amazing on him - from gaudy jackets to simple (but always disheveled and unbuttoned) shirts.

But you have never, never seen him look as incredible as he does tonight.

Brian is in Rome for a one-off performance and brief Q&A about his new album, open only to members of the press and the fan club, and you’ve managed to snag a ticket to this exclusive event. It’s an acoustic performance, something lowkey and intimate, and maybe that’s what contributes to you being weak in the knees from the moment that Brian enters the room - wearing, of all things, a simple black tank top.

It shouldn’t be as hot as it is but Brian fills it out so nicely, and you can’t remember his arms ever being as muscled as they look in that tank top. You’re so distracted by the sight of his bare arms, the necklaces decorating the hollow of his throat, and the faintest glimpse of his collarbones above the neckline of the tank top that you almost entirely miss how indecently tight his jeans are tonight. (It takes you an embarrassingly long time to realize that he’s wearing black clogs on his feet as well, but you’re so struck by the rest of his outfit that you find that you’re not even bothered by his questionable choice in footwear.)

You manage to get a spot up front by the small stage, the perfect vantage point to stare at Brian as he strums at his guitars and croons into the mic. It’s warm in the small venue and you can see sweat beading on Brian’s brow, and when he reaches up to wipe it away you have to bite your bottom lip to hold back a whimper.

There’s no stopping your growing arousal, though, especially not when Brian’s eyes land on you, just for a second - just long enough that you can see his eyes widen slightly, and you can almost convince yourself that when he licks his lips it’s because of you and not a parched throat. It’s enough that you can feel yourself growing embarrassingly wet and it takes a real effort to stop yourself from squirming and pressing your thighs together right there in the Big Mama Café.

The show is over far, far too soon. Brian shakes hands with fans as he leaves the stage and you’re sure you’re imagining the way his hand lingers in yours, you’re sure he was just looking back at Jamie or Spike before he leaves the room, but you still let yourself imagine that it was you he was looking at instead.

There’s a bar nearby and you duck into it, needing a drink (or several) and some time to compose yourself before you can think about heading home. It’s quiet inside and you find your thoughts drifting back to Brian and the way he looked in that tank top. The memory of his muscles flexing as he played his guitar, the vast expanse of bare skin on display, the brief glimpses of usually-hidden pits, the glisten of sweat down the column of his throat....

Fuck. You’re supposed to be calming yourself down, not making yourself even more worked up about your celebrity crush!

You down your drink and order a second, when a familiar - but unexpected - voice asks, “Mind if I get that for you?”

Your heart leaps into your throat and you turn to look at Brian May as he slides onto a barstool next to you. He has a jacket on now but he’s still wearing that damned tank top underneath it, and you can see it ride up slightly as he sits down.

You tear your eyes away from that sliver of exposed skin to nod at him, and you clear your throat. “S-sure,” you stammer. “Thanks.”

Brian’s smile is warm and beautiful. “Great.” He orders a drink of his own before saying, “You were at the show, weren’t you? In the front row?”

You nod again. Your heart is racing in your chest and you can feel your face flushing but somehow you manage to say, “Yes, I was. You were absolutely fantastic.”

Brian laughs and ducks his head a little in embarrassment. “Thanks. We weren’t bad, I suppose.” Your drinks arrive and Brian hands you yours, and clinks his glass against yours. “Cheers.”

You echo the sentiment, and as both of you take a drink you wrack your brain for something, anything to say to keep the conversation going. “How long are you staying in Rome?” you ask. “I thought you said you had a plane to catch.”

“Mm, I do but we got word that our flight was delayed until later tonight. So I thought I’d grab a drink before we left,” Brian explains. “What about you? Are you a local?”

You shake your head. “Just in town for the show.”

“And in no hurry to leave, I take it,” Brian says, a little teasing.

You laugh, and trace a finger through the condensation dripping onto the bartop. “I needed a moment to decompress after that performance of yours,” you say, and it must be the alcohol that makes you bold enough to add, “It’s a bit overwhelming being that close to you when you look and sound that good, you know.”

Brian looks surprised and you’re just about to apologize for your comment - and possibly disappear into a hole to die of embarrassment - when he smirks at you and says, “Well, thank you. But you’re not the only one who got overwhelmed. It’s quite difficult for me to have to do a show when there are beautiful ladies like yourself front and center in the audience.”

“Surely a world-famous rockstar like yourself is used to seeing beautiful women at his shows,” you say. Your voice has dropped down to a sultry note, something that matches the dark arousal you can see in Brian’s eyes.

“There aren’t many women who look like you,” Brian counters in a low murmur, and you know it’s probably a line but god is it working. He takes a long gulp of his drink and turns to face you a little better and says, “If I was in Rome for longer I’d ask you to go to dinner with me and come back to my hotel room after, but unfortunately I don’t have much time before I have to leave. So I hope you can forgive me for being a bit forward but… well…”

He nods towards the back of the bar, where you know the restrooms are, and raises an eyebrow questioningly. It’s not a direct question but you don’t need it to be. You know what he’s asking and you down the rest of your drink and stand up, leaning in close to him to whisper, “Wait a few minutes, then come follow me.”

Luckily, the bar has single-occupancy restrooms and you enter the first one, leaving the door unlocked. You splash some water on your face and look at yourself in the mirror, but you barely have time to wonder what the hell you’re doing before there’s a knock at the door and Brian ducks inside, and flips the lock behind him.

There’s a beat where the two of you just look at each other, a shared moment of arousal and amusement and almost disbelief that you’re actually about to hookup with a near-stranger in the bathroom of some bar. And then you take a step forward and Brian meets you halfway, wrapping an arm around your waist and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

You gasp and Brian swallows the sound as his tongue slips into your mouth, tracing against yours, and you suck on it as your hands quickly reach up to push his jacket off his shoulders.

“We probably shouldn’t get undressed…” Brian mumbles against your mouth, barely breaking the kiss for long enough to get the words out, but he still helps shrug off his jacket and lets it fall to the floor.

You pull back, pressing lighter kisses against his mouth and moving down to kiss and nip along his jaw, though you’re careful not to leave marks on his skin - no matter how much you may want to. “Just wanted that off. You look too fucking hot in a tank top, I can’t stand it.”

You can’t keep your hands off him now that his shoulders and the top of his chest is on display again. You run your hands down his arms, feeling those muscles that had driven you crazy when he was performing, as Brian reaches down and runs one hand up your skirt, along the outside of your thigh.

“This okay?” he asks, his voice a low rumble. He leans in to lick and kiss at your neck and you tilt your head back to give him better access.

“Yes, god, please,” you gasp, and then Brian’s fingers are trailing inward, towards your core. Your knees almost buckle when he brushes along the soaked front of your panties, and Brian tightens his grip around your waist and groans against your neck.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already…”

“Been wet since the show,” you admit, and that gets Brian surging up to kiss you again, fierce and hot, and you tangle one hand in his hair as he pulls your panties aside and slips two fingers deep inside you.

You moan and buck against his hand as he scissors his fingers and twists them inside you. “Fuck, Brian, just fuck me already, please fuck me, god-” your voice trails off in a high-pitched whine as Brian crooks his fingers and rubs against your g-spot, and Brian quickly swallows down the noise before you get too loud and draw outside attention to this illicit tryst.

Brian pulls his fingers away and fumbles for his wallet, pulling out a condom as you undo his belt and fly and push his jeans down far enough to free his cock. You moan softly at the sight of it, big and thick and heavy in your hand as you stroke his length, feeling a rush of lust as Brian groans and rocks into your hand.

Brian tears open the condom and you take it from him to roll it down his cock. Brian’s hands drop to your waist and he says, “Wrap your legs around me, okay?”

You barely have time to comprehend the instruction before Brian is lifting you up with a small grunt, balancing you on the edge of the sink but still supporting most of your weight with his arms, which flex and strain under the effort. You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in close and Brian goes willingly, lining up his cock at your entrance and sinking into you slowly.

You bite your lip to stop the loud moan that wants to slip out as Brian bottoms out inside you, his cock filling you so much that it’s almost a pained sort of pleasure, lighting up every nerve ending in your body even before he starts rocking into you. The first thrust has you leaning forward, ducking your head against Brian’s neck to muffle the noises that you can’t hold back any longer.

“Fuck, you feel so good, you’re so fucking good,” Brian praises and he fucks into you fast and hard. You mouth at his neck, tasting the salt of his sweat on his skin, and your fingernails dig crescent moons into his arms as you cling tightly to him.

You know you’re not going to last long. You’ve been turned on since Brian’s concert and having him here, around you, in you, is absolutely overwhelming. The feeling of his bare arms beneath your hands, the sound of his pants and groans and mumbled praise in your ear, his hair tickling your face and the taste of his skin and sweat on your tongue…

You think you could die here, just like this, without a single regret.

Brian’s thrusts start to speed up and he brings a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit and you bite down on the strap of his tank top to stifle your loud cry of pleasure. “Want you come for me, love, c’mon, come on my cock,” Brian says, and that’s all it takes.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly, white-hot pleasure setting you on fire as you clench down on Brian’s thick cock and writhe against him. Brian ducks his head to capture you lips in another kiss, your cries lost in his mouth as he works you through your orgasm, his nimble guitarist’s fingers circling and teasing at your clit without pause. You try to find your voice to tell him that it’s too much, it’s too overwhelming, when a second orgasm rips through you, stealing your breath and leaving you gasping and shaking against Brian.

And then Brian’s hips stutter into you and he’s groaning and coming as well, and his hand finally falls away from your clit as he grinds against you, chasing his own pleasure. You keep kissing him and rub your hands along his arms, until Brian’s climax ends and the two of you are left tangled together, panting and breathless and slowly coming down from your highs.

Brian pulls out gently and helps lower you back to the floor. Your legs don’t want to work properly and you lean heavily against the sink as Brian disposes of the condom and quickly wets a paper towel. He cleans your slick away from the inside of your thighs with a tenderness that makes your heart ache, but when Brian wets a second paper towel to wipe the sweat away from his face and clean himself up you feel your stomach flutter with arousal again.

Pull yourself together, you tell yourself as Brian straightens his own clothes and picks his jacket up off the floor.

“You know,” Brian says with a small laugh. “I don’t even know your name.”

Your chest is tight with a bittersweet longing, a thousand wishes that this could be the start of something long-term and beautiful… but you know it’s not meant to be.

You’ll be damned before you put the weight of your dreams on Brian’s shoulders though, so you muster up a smile and tell him, “I’m Y/N L/N.” You lean up to kiss him again, stealing into his mouth and lingering for as long as you dare, because you know you’ll probably never get this again... but just in case the stars align again you murmur in his ear as you pull away, “Come find me the next time you’re in Italy.”

And with that you step back, smooth down the front of your dress, and give Brian one last smirk and a cheeky wave before you duck out of the bathroom.

You fell a little more in love with Brian today than you already were - but that's alright. You're leaving the bar with a spring in your step and the heartache already fading, and even if you never see Brian again you at least got this one moment where your fantasies almost entirely came true.

[moderate-brainrot]

the new killer is hot but wtf 🤨

In my newest essay I will address many many things that have to do with Ji-Woon, DBD’s new killer !

A lot of people don’t like this new killer, and I understand why. HOWEVER, I feel like most of the reasons people don’t like him are for reasons that literally shouldn’t determine anything about your opinion regarding him.

For example, I understand when people say that he is exactly like legion, at least the first release of legion. If you weren’t around let me sum it up.

Legion used to work like this:

You stab a survivor once, and you can stab them again and again while still in frenzy until the deep wound bar is empty and they go down. It was very broken if you carried duration addons. Deep Wound doesn’t work like this anymore, if the survivor is already deeply wounded, you could stab them 30 times in the frenzy and they still wouldn’t go down, that way you at least give them a chance to mend.

The Trickster works similarly. So I completely agree that the mechanic is unoriginal. But I don’t think that warrants the kinds of things people say about him. Other people also think his weapon is too flashy, and I have to agree. It feels like the projectiles idea was last second or rushed. It’s just sort of thrown into his story, and also they are just... too neon and kinda really ugly. But! I still like him! I think he has potential! I imagine it is also going to be similar to legion where they will definitely have to change a lot of things about Ji-Woon around until there is something that’s more polished.

To be honest I only have a couple complaints about him. my only gripes are that he has an actual voice that speaks words which no other hunter gets :( ,, in his running animation he leans too far forward, and it’s.. uncomfortable to look at....... if you were to run like that in real life you would actually fall on your face, last complaint is that his projectiles and the way they work is kinda.....ringing familiar bells. The legion bell! and that’s not good, But that’s really it.

I’m going to talk about the other kind of bullshit now. I’ll just put things I’ve heard and then why it’s stupid asf

“The weebs are drooling!1!1”

I lose years off of my life when I hear people say this. He is quite literally not Japanese so this is stupid to say. It makes me so mad when they say this shit it’s so annoying.

“They put anime in dbd!1!1!”“They put K-Pop in dbd!11!1”

Again! He is not Japanese. I also say people say this when Rin and Yui were first put in the game which... I’m glad i wasn’t around for that. Just because an Asian person is included doesn’t mean they are fucking anime. It’s literally just racism !

The K-Pop thing makes me mad as well. Don’t call him a BTS member??? PLEASE???? He hated K-pop, literally killed his group because it( as in, the other members’ shallow nature made them more likable to the audience than him which made him envious enough to leave them to burn in the fire) , and until his fame was declining, he strictly made literal anti-pop, outlandish songs that were dark in nature, and produced with the screams of his murder victims hidden in the music, HAS BTS DONE THAT SHIT????? I’m pretty sure it’s just people generalizing because they’re racist and think that any Korean person IS K-pop but? It doesn’t even make sense with his story. Ji-Woon is LITERALLY the opposite of K-Pop so please PLEASE :( STOP IT

*uses they/them pronouns for him even though he is only ever referred to with he/him*

I know exactly why they do this shit too, it’s because they think he’s not masculine enough to be a man!1!1!1 (he/him) but he doesn’t have boobies so they can’t say he’s a woman1!1!1 (she/her) so they fucking put him in the middle ! Bro ! He literally is only ever referred to with he/him . There is no reason to do this shit . Just say you don’t think he’s manly enough and go

“He looks like a survivor”/ “He looks like a normal dude, not a killer”

Well, yeah. Of course he’s going to look human, because he is still human. Every single killer WAS a person before meeting the entity. It’s why they vary in height and personality, they too were human(or still are depending on how you feel about that). I mean, some of the killers (not many) retained a humanistic form when entering the realm of the entity, for example, Huntress (marry me), Trapper, Legion, and Clown remained relatively human like. I don’t know if they pick their form, I doubt it, but if they did, OF COURSE THE SUPER SELF OBSESSED, VAIN, EGOTISTICAL IDOL WOULD FUCKING HAVE HIS IMAGE PRESERVED IN THE REALM!!!!!! I notice that when people say this, what they mean to say is that he looks out of place. Which is a whole tangent that I will not go on.

Saying that any one of the killers is out of place is really dumb. You have to keep in mind that the entity is simply gathering evil potential for its game, a cat to chase the mice. If it were looking for evil from every corner of the world, don’t you think they would stumble upon an idol at one point or another? Hell, in an actual fleshed out dbd lore there would probably be some killer who just looks like a guy.. wearing a blue shirt and jeans with a small beard that looks like a survivor because GUESS WHAT??? EVIL DOESNT HAVE A LOOK! There’s a chance you’ve met murderers in real life and didn’t even know because how would you? They look like normal ass people. The entity looks over the whole globe, from different points in time, looking for any hint of malice. Eventually there would have to be some idol from Korea. Besides, if all the killers looked similar or of the same nature that would be hella boring

“He isn’t scary enough”

A lot of people say that he isn’t scary and he doesn’t necessarily have to be. A lot of the killers in dbd, if not most of them, aren’t scary AT ALL. Trapper isn’t scary, Huntress isn’t scary, Blight isn’t scary, I mean, NONE OF THEM ARE REALLY SCARY? People will say “it’s supposed to be a horror game” but ? Not really. It’s an action survival game with horrific elements which is why it has the survival horror genre on steam. Otherwise, how so is it a horror game? It hasn’t been, it never really was. It has funny accessories and outfits you can collect, LEGION CAN LITERALLY WEAR A BUNNY COSTUME AND CLOWN CAN WEAR AN ELEPHANT ONE, WITH FUCKING GOOGLY EYES. I DONT THINK ITS REALLY A HORROR GAME.

Okay end of rant! let me summarize!

I like the new killer, the concept is super cool with his backstory and all. I think his perks and design are cool, I only have a couple of complaints, but overall I think he’s neat! However, people need to fuckimg chill with the lowkey racism and lowkey gender roles !!!!!!!

that will be all !

*curtsies and then bows and does a backflip off the stage, AND THEN breaks my neck*

end note: HE WIMKS AT YOU IN THE LOBBY :D HEART SO HAPPY!!!!!!!

[idreamtofthereaper]

Moon Taeil as your Ex (Clarity Oneshot)

NCT 127 // NCT DREAM // WAYV // Clarity Main Masterlist

A series of oneshots for different groups, for each member, wherein instead of them being your boyfriend, how they will be as your ex.

How did you Meet?

he was simping for you

hard

you were dubbed as mini Irene

both of you are considered to be one of SM’s top beauties 

and ice princess

you were also called the backstage idol since you weren’t really an idol and was just a stylist for SM’s artist

most specifically NCT 127 

taeil was one of the artist they told you not to talk to or even go near

not because he was a playboy or anything

he was actually one of the softest, sweetest and kind-hearted in the company

they were just preventing you, the almost emotionless princess, to hurt taeil

you would never

“Yn, do you know where I could get some Bindaetteok?” A voice suddenly asked while you were fixing their stage outfit for tomorrow.

You already who it was by the soft voice, but when you turn around it was confirmed that it was Taeil. He was wearing some sweats and a hoodie, very casual and simple.

“Ahh, wait. I know a place 4 blocks down, I’m not sure if they’re still open though.” You said with a little uncertainty, you fished your phone from your pocket and checked the time. “They’re still open, they’ll be closing in 2 hours.”

“That’s great, thanks! Do you know anyone that could drive me there? Our manager just called it a night and I don’t think I could go there by myself.” He said, his face now lighting up.

You signaled him to wait by holding a finger up and asked your little gc of NCT’s staff, asking who is still in the building but then found out everyone already went home. 

You look back at him after sending a ‘Okay thanks.’ in the groupchat, phone still in hand. “No one is here anymore, but I could take you there if you want. I’m done here anyways.” 

Taeil’s face brightened at this and nodded. “As long as you could recommend me the best Bindaetteok and you’re really available.”

That night, Taeil saw a different you and you let out your ‘non-professional’ self. The both of you exchanged numbers and ever since then, SM’s little ice started to melt.

What Happened?

it was already a year since the both you and taeil became an official couple

you being you and taeil being taeil, it was super lowkey

people didn’t knew the both of you were even talking, let alone being together

everyone, including the members, only knew about it after a month when you and taeil went out to get ice cream

“Taeil never went out to grab ice cream with us on a random 10 pm. At this point I’m going to assume both of you are dating.”

“We’re not, we’re already together for about a month now.”

you weren’t new to the entire dating and couple thing, you had some fair share of relationships in the past

but no one as known as taeil

the constant hiding and being lowkey not really stressful for you, you liked it

you didn’t mind NOT showing affections and acting all cutesy lovey with taeil

but months in, taeil opened up about how the both of you were acting like plain best friends and it was kinda bothering him

“Honestly, Haechan probably kissed me more in a day than you did in 2 months.” 

you found this absolutely funny

but then felt a little sympathy sooo you agreed to be more affectionate

not too much but you know, affection that could clearly make people go  “oh definitely they’re dating.”

after that, you slowly warmed up more but taeil definitely was winning the race

and you just couldn’t keep up anymore

The Break Up

“I want to break up, I’m sorry, I just really couldn’t do this anymore.”

“Wait, why? Is it something I did?” 

You really shouldn’t be doing this on a hallway of SBS, for Inkigayo, before his performance. 

But in your defense, it’s better than later on when he’s in high spirits. 

“You can’t even look at me.” Taeil said, his voice shaking as he examined you. 

It was true, you couldn’t even look at him, only on the floor or behind him. “I’m sorry, I don’t know how else to say it-”

“But that wasn’t my question, why are you breaking up with me?” You only looked at him. Your eyes conveying not sadness, but guilt and ‘please let’s not do this I want to sit down.’

You were about to answer when Taeil’s name was called. “Come on, we’re up in 10.” Taeyong called out upon seeing the both of you, still fixing his in ear as he then walked away. 

Taeil only nodded then his attention was back to you. “Why are you breaking up with me?”

“Please just go and perform first, I don’t want you in trouble.”

“After my performance, we’re going to have a long and serious talk.”

You left the station before they could even perform, saying you weren’t feeling well

you never answered any of his calls and texts after

you moved into a friend’s house not wanting to see taeil on your doorstep

you never came back to work, you went AWOL

not long after, your termination letter came in

and taeil never bothered you again

The Aftermath

it wasn’t hard to search for a job especially since you were an ex sm employee

yg accepted you as soon as you applied

you then became a part of blackpink’s stylist team

which means even if you weren’t part of sm anymore

you were still backstage in award shows and music programs

meeting taeil was inevitable

but it seems like taeil was avoiding as much as you were

most of the people from sm really

it kinds stings, especially after bumping into your old friends at Music Bank and heard that people were talking shit about you

saying how you were cheating, was in it for the money, for the clout

obviously, it hurt but it didn’t affected you that much

you wouldn’t let it

“But girl, Taeil wouldn’t even let those people finish their sentence when he’s around. I’m not sure if I should be happy or not about that, you really left a mark on him.”

that one affected you

Finally

you were at the cafeteria of Show Champion

just finished up with bp’s outfit so you were kinda done with your job

“Hey, it’s been a while.” 

Immediately, you shot up as soon as you heard his voice. Spinning around with the can of soda you got from the vending machine. “Hey, yeah it’s been a while.”

Taeil only bid you a smile, you just standing there. “Yn-”

“I really can’t talk right now.” 

“Okay, I just need you to move. I want to get some Orange juice.” You felt embarrassed by this, nodding your head continuously and moved, taking a step to the side. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t expecting an explanation from you anyways. Nice seeing you again, yn.” He said, bidding you a goodbye as he fished his drink at the bottom of the vending machine.

You watched as he left, opening the bottle before taking a swig. “Taeil, I’m sorry.” You said, not to loud to grab other people’s attention but enough to grab his. 

He stopped in his tracks, turning around to face you. “You said that a year ago, it’s evident that’s not the ones I want to hear from you.”

“I’m sorry for leaving, especially without explanation. I’m sorry for being a coward and never faced you again. I’m sorry for breaking up with you without an explanation.”

“Will I get one now? Because if not this entire thing is useless.” Taeil said with a scoff, taking a step closer to you.

With a deep breath, you answered. “This is cliche, but it’s true. You were just too much for me, I couldn’t love you the way you love me. And it’s suffocating and unfair. You don’t deserve me, and I don’t deserve you.” 

You watched his expression, not really sure how you’ll paint it. After a long pause, he nodded and chuckled. “I fell too hard for you, now I’m broken.”

He left after that, and a rock seems to be lifted from you and you were able to let out a breath you didn’t notice you were holding all this time. 

You weren’t sure if he has forgiven you, but he shouldn’t. You will only feel worse if he forgave you.

But in some ways, you were happy about this. Taeil deserves to have some clarity.

[goalcaufield]

pink - spencer knight

requested: yes! // I need something to cheer me up so imagine lowkey dating spence buy you guys haven’t told your families yet (his mom knows somethings up though, the boy is clearly smitten). when he asks if you can come to the draft its obvs but she lets you think she’s convinced by the “just friends” story. But then later, after everything, you find time alone and you congratulate spencer on everything and you guys are kissing in some dark hallway only to be broken apart by his mom going “so just friends?”

words: 1916 but it feels like so much more jesus

“Are you ready?” You ask, poking your head out of the bathroom while you put your earrings on. Spencer stood in front of the mirror in the bedroom fixing his tie. You had to leave for Rogers Arena in about twenty minutes, so it was time to start wrapping everything up and start heading for the draft.

“Yeah, yeah, I think so,” Spencer says, and he turns to face you. His jaw immediately falls slack as his eyes rake up and down your body, taking in your attire for the night before they finally settle on your eyes. “Do you know how hard it’s gonna be for me to keep my hands to myself tonight?”

You can feel your cheeks flush, and you bite your lip to prevent a smile from breaking out on your face. You turn back into the bathroom so Spencer can’t see the lock on your face. “Contain yourself, Knight,” You tease, knowing you hadn’t told anyone about your relationship yet. You reach for the light pink lipstick Spencer adores on you and you apply it. He walks into the bathroom, his suit jacket on completing his outfit, and he stands behind you. “Can I help you?”

“You look beautiful, that’s all,” He smiles placing his hands on your hips, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You place the lipstick back down on the bathroom countertop and lean back into Spencer’s chest.

“To be fair, it’ll be hard for me to keep my hands to myself too,” You say and reach your hand up to cup his cheek before leaning up to press your lips to the underside of his jaw. Spencer breaths out a sigh of content. “I’m proud of you, Spence,” You murmur, and Spencer turns you around in his arms. He goes to lean down and kiss you, but his phone begins to ring causing him to draw away.

“It’s my mom,” He grumbles and answers the phone. You take this as your opportunity to go and get your shoes on; a pair of silver heels that go with your navy dress perfectly. They also gave you a few inches more, which was perfect with Spence being as tall as he is.

“You ready, gorgeous? Mom wants to head out now, they’re all in the lobby,” Spencer says walking into your bedroom. After insisting you two had to share a room - being “best friends” and all - Lilly insisted there at least be two beds in the room. Didn’t mean you had to use both, though.

“As ready as I’ll ever be,” You give him a reassuring smile, grabbing both of his hands when he’s standing right in front of you. “What about you, goalie boy? You ready to find out what city is lucky enough to snag you?”

Spencer smiles widely. “As ready as I’ll ever be,” He echoes back to you, and he leans down to finally press his lips to yours. “I’m just glad I’ll have you by my side through it all.”

“Trust me, love, I’m not going anywhere,” Your thumb runs over his knuckles and you give him one last smile before releasing your hold on his hands. “Okay, let’s go before your family gets more suspicious than they already are.”

When you get to Rogers Arena there are people everywhere: boys your age talking amongst one another, professional looking men hurrying through the concourse, and families taking photos and conversing before having to head to their seats. Everything then begins to hit you right then and there. Spencer was finally getting drafted. Tonight was the night you two had waited two years for and it was finally here.

“Y/N, do you wanna sit with my parents, Hannah and Claire or do you wanna come with me to see the boys?” Spencer asks, and he doesn’t have to flat out ask you; you can see it in his eyes he’s begging for you to come with him.

“Yeah, sure,” You say, and you can see the soft little smirk Lilly is sending you that causes your cheeks to turn pink.

“Take care of her, Spencer, don’t let anything happen to her,” Lilly points at her eldest sternly, and Spencer smiles the million dollar smile that could melt any girl’s heart. Yours obviously included.

“Never let that happen,” He’s turned to look at you, but you’re facing straight forward, your eyes locked with Lilly’s. You’re biting your lip to prevent the smile, but that only eggs Spencer on as he scans over your blushing face. Part of him is wondering what he did to get the beautiful girl standing next to him - his best friend - and the other doesn’t want to question it at all and just accepts it gratefully. “Okay, let’s go,” Spencer’s hand on your back finally snaps you out of it, and the two of you are walking towards god knows where.

You end up meeting up with pretty much all the boys projected to go in the first round: Alex, Trevor, Cole, Bobby, Matt, and of course Jack. When the time finally comes, you wish all the boys good luck, and you’re heading towards where your seats for the night would be. With your hand clutched in Spencer’s, you can tell the nerves are really starting to get to him.

“Spence,” You say softly, and he glances over at you. “Love, I promise everything will be okay. You’ve proven yourself to the best of your ability and any team that passes up on you is so incredibly stupid it isn’t even funny. You’ve got this, love, and the team that drafts you has got the best one there is.”

You’ve stopped walking now. You’re standing in the middle of the concourse, Spencer’s face cupped in your hands forcing his blue eyes to look down into yours. His hands are squeezing your hips which finally settles the shakiness of his hands. “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Those three words still make your heart race. “Maybe once or twice,” You tease and lean up to press a kiss to his lips.

Back at your seats you’re sat the farthest away from Spencer on the other side of Hannah. Lilly and Chris are sat on either side of their son, which was expected. You weren’t thinking you’d be sitting next to him anyway; this was for his family, not you.

Finally, the draft goes underway. You’re sneaking glances at Spencer every now and then, mouthing ‘I love yous’, anything that could potentially calm his nerves.

Jack, like expected, goes first overall, and soon it seems like the teams have begun to realize how special the development program boys are, and they’re slowly getting picked off one by one. Jack goes to the Devils, Alex to the Kings, Trevor to the Ducks, Matthew to the Wild, Cam to the Flyers, and that’s when Florida finally takes the stage. Literally.

And that’s when it finally comes. “From the United States development program: Spencer Knight.” It’s like slow motion. You can barely even hear the words coming from the GM’s mouth, but along with all of the other Knights you rise at the sound of Spencer’s name.

Slowly, but surely, Spencer hugs his parents, then both his sisters, and then you. “I am so proud of you, Spencer Knight,” You whisper into his ear as you rest your head on his shoulder. His arms around you tighten around your waist.

“I love you,” He says quickly before he’s releasing you from his hold and whisked away down to the floor. Tears well up in your eyes watching your best friend and boyfriend finally live out his dream.

“Are you okay?” Lilly asks you, and you laugh quietly at yourself for the pathetic moment.

“Yeah, I just can’t believe it finally happened,” You laugh. “The past two years we’ve been waiting for this moment knowing it would come eventually, and now that it did, I have no words. It doesn’t feel real.”

You wipe away the tears that are falling from your eyes as Spencer crosses the stage, shaking hands with each member of the Florida Panthers management. He then finally gets back to center stage and slips the red and yellow sweater over his head, completing the look with the baseball cap.

Hannah grabs your hand. You know it’ll be tough for her big brother being gone all the time now, and you give her hand a reassuring squeeze. And then he’s gone, and going through post-draft protocol.

A few minutes pass, and you’re finally able to head backstage to see Spencer. It’s hard though; watching him get his photos taken in the new jersey and not the team USA or Boston College. Watching him do interviews knowing this is officially his team, and Sunrise, Florida will soon be his home. It’s all too bittersweet.

Finally, though, you’re all in the lounge room for families and their draftee son. Spencer hugs his family again, and then finally gets to you. This hug lasts so much more longer than the one back in the seats, his arms around you so much tighter as you rock back and forth.

“I’m so, so proud of you,” You whisper, squeezing your eyes shut to prevent yourself from crying again.

“You and me against the world, got that?” He asks, pulling back to look at your face. His thumbs wipe at the few tears that have made their way down your cheeks.

“Got it,” You smile to the best of your ability, your hands resting on top of his.

You end up with Jack, Alex, and Cole talking with them and Spencer about what the future brings. Jack hopes to make the Devils straight out of development camp, Cole wants to go to Wisconsin, Alex is gonna strive to make the Kings roster, and Spencer still wants to attend Boston College in the fall. That was your plan, after all. When the conversations start to die out is when Spencer grabs your hand as is tugging you out to the hallway.

“Spencer, what’re you-“ You begin to ask, but he’s quick to cut you off as he presses his lips to yours to shut you up.

“I’ve been waiting so long to do that,” He pulls away briefly to say, but his lips are right back on yours.

Your hands lock around the back of his neck, your fingers toying at the little hairs sticking out of the back of his hat. His hands are resting on your lower back, his lips moving harshly against yours.

And then you hear someone clear their throat.

Startled, you pull away from Spencer, and of course Lilly is standing right there, a smirk on her face. “So, ‘just friends?’” She asks, her arms crossing over her chest.

“Surprise?” Spencer chuckles, and Lilly can only give you two a smile.

“I had a feeling,” She teases, and you can’t help but smile at the boy towering over you. “But make sure you wipe that lipstick off, Spencer.”

You look at his lips, and sure enough your pink lipstick has transferred all over is own lips. You giggle and start to wipe at it.

“Don’t be out here for two long, okay?” Lilly sighs and the two of you nod. She heads back into the lounge, and Spencer waits until the door closes behind his mother to speak.

“Absolutely no promises,” He whispers before leaning back down to kiss you again.

[nomnomsik]

Hmm what about a drabble about OC dating Hoseok, and she’s attending BTS’ concert for the first time and he’s lowkey nervous🤪

A/N: It’s bad and not yandere so… 

Word count: 1.6K

Hoseok x Fem!Reader | Crack and fluff 

Trigger warnings: profanity. 

“You’ll be fine Hoseok.”

Said man would not stop staring at his reflection in the mirror, parting his hair in different ways. The stylists that stood next to him stared at him anxiously, their hands faltering to tell him to stop. It didn’t help that his face was covered in sweat and the stylists were fidgeting with the towels that would dab it away.

“Hoseok! One minute and 20 seconds!” The director called from the lowered platform.

He didn’t feel the pressure before when he was performing along with his brothers, even though the same tens of thousands of people screamed and chanted at him. This was different. This was his solo stage.

He rubbed his hands along the side of his pants, the sweat transferring. Hoseok closed his eyes, taking deep breaths as he sighed. Placing his hand over his heart, he could feel the loud thumps in his chest.

“Thirty seconds!”

Hoseok fluttered his eyes back open, squatting and kneeling on the platform, waiting for the lift to bring him up. He looked at his polished shoes and a perfectly cut suit that flowed behind him. He brought a finger up to his neck and collar, feeling the sparkling Chanel jewelry that decorated his neck.  

As Hoseok felt the lift rise up, he adjusted the sunglasses, his eyes looking up at the illuminating and filled stadium. The pink fluorescent lights, matched with the purple and red flashing lights behind him, cast beautiful rays of light all over his body.

Will she like it?

Hoseok sang his heart out, flirting with the camera that followed him from the main stage. The bass of the music in his earpiece brought him back, his arms and legs popping. His eyes followed the sway of the army bombs that seemed to overflow the stadium. The moves were ingrained in his body as he took in the beauty of the crowd. 

He jumped over the backup dancers at the center of the walkway before stylishly walking to the extended stage.

A roar of “Jhope” was chanted as he took his earpiece out, listening to thousands of people cheering for him. He was finally loved. He was important like the rest. And you were chanting along with them.

After his performance, Hoseok was drained, having spent almost all his energy solely on impressing you. He didn’t even get to see your reaction. In fact, he didn’t even know where you were standing. He was too enthralled with the cheers of love that were for him.

He gulped down the rest of his water, crushing the bottle and tossing it to the side. The staff dabbed his sweat that drenched all over his body as they made a quick outfit change. He was put in much looser clothing for the medleys.

With the rest of the boys, they roamed to each section of the stage, waving at their screaming fans. Hoseok walked to the left side of the inner stage, blowing kisses. 

He had specifically reserved the general admission standing area for you after you had begged him to. He was hesitant at first, preferring to give you a seat to avoid the competition of that section of the concert. But, he couldn’t deny after you had told him that you wanted to see him in all his glory up close.

He waved at all the fans, trying to secretly look for your figure. The phones and army bombs that were extended in the air made it much more difficult than he had anticipated. Hoseok gave up quickly, walking over to the other side to avoid suspicion.

With the lights dimming out, Hoseok was lowered back down. The stylists rush over to him as he stripped out of his jacket and patted the sweat that ran down his face and arms.

The show wasn’t over.

————-

You stood in the pit, rocking the army bomb in your hand as you waited for the next performance. The tip of your lips was quivering as you anxiously waited. Overall, the concert was an amazing experience. The cheers and chants made you all feel as one. The fireworks that exploded in the sky was a sight to see. You couldn’t help but scream like everyone else at all the boys that you had gone to know over time. But, you noticed that Hoseok had difficulty finding you. You laughed to yourself as he tried to not make it obvious.

An amusing thought popped into your head. Maybe you should just stand still… Would he notice you then?

“What the FUCK!”

You jumped at the sound of a girl that stood next to you. Instantly, green lights flashed from the main stage and ominous music faded in.

The recognizable strings and distorted piano echoed in your ears as the army bombs filled the stadium with its green color. Your breath hitched as the crescendo of the orchestra hit you. The three men ascended from the lift up to the stage, spotlights not on yet.

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

It was as if everyone’s scream was in unison. That was the entire reaction as Namjoon’s verse hit, a line of fire shooting up into the air behind him. Your legs felt weak as you bounced along with the rap. Screeches and piercing screams of ridiculously high frequencies slammed straight into your ear as if your jaw crashed onto the concrete ground.

“O-oh…m-my…” You gasped, your lungs desperately grabbing for air. Your eyes were blessed with the most delicious outfits your eyes have ever laid on. Yoongi’s forehead was adorned with a headband and he wore a black jacket that puffed at the bottom. His jewelry that hung around his neck flew in the air as he jumped up and down, hyping up the crowd.

Your eyes caught Namjoon and his bucket hat, wearing a similar jacket to Yoongi. When your eyes laid on Hoseok’s entire look, it was as if your stomach had been crushed.

“What in the FUCK-” You screeched as your mouth hung open. The chain that dangled from his cargo pants and the cargo pants itself made you scream so loud that you weren’t even sure if that was you anymore. Had a demon come and possessed your body? It seemed so. That tight ass harness that clasped over his chest and the fact that his hair was semi-wet… You were done for. Jung Hoseok had won.

When he turned around, you saw this armor type look on the back of the harness. Your mouth felt dry as you screamed your lungs out.

“HOSEOK! JUNG HOSEOK COME OVER HERE NOW!”

He had not heard you. Of course, he wouldn’t. Your voice faded out with the rest of the screams and fanchats of “YOU’RE MY TEAR”. Hoseok walked over back to the left side of the stage, eyes scanning as he carried himself with charisma. When he met your eyes, despite everything that tried to obstruct his view, it was as if time stopped. He had never seen u scream so loudly.

And it was for him.

His heart warmed despite rapping away at the dark reality that love wasn’t solely of happy as they thought it was. Hoseok tilted his head back, giving you a smirk. The rest of the crowd around him screamed, but he knew that in the end, you knew exactly who it was for. He walked back to the center of the stage, behind Yoongi, waiting for the last verse.

A burst of short flames shot in the air as he walked closer and closer to the camera. Hoseok closed his eyes as he shouted the last few lines. His knees bent, his hands coming up to clasp each side of his sparkly mic. His skin was glowing under the spotlights, his hair falling over his face beautifully.

As the song faded out and the lights dimmed, he pointed at the camera before turning around.

Luck was truly on your side.

————-

“Woo!”

A loud ensemble of clapping commenced as the 7 members were greeted by staff and their families at the end of the concert.

As Hoseok smiled lovingly at his parents and older sister, he caught you in an embrace.

“Hi~” He cooed, rocking your body back and forth.

“Hi, Hoseok~”

“How was it?” He asked, nudging his head into you.

“Wow… I was speechless. I really liked it. Especially Tear. I almost fainted.”

“Wait really? What was so special about Tear?” He questioned, giving you a questioning glance.

“You already know, I bet.” You joked, punching his side. “Your outfit. I swear I almost felt my heart stop.” You exaggerated, lifting your hands up and down.

“You almost went into cardiac arrest because of my outfit?” He asked in disbelief, his face morphed in the notorious ‘disgusted’ look.

“Of course! The whole time, I was thinking ‘Jung Hoseok, step on me!’ while giving you heart eyes and whatever.”

“You thought WHAT?” He shrieked, “No! What the fuck?! Why would I step on you? And I was here, being so nervous that, I, was going to die on stage!”

“Jung Hoseok, I swear if you when I come again for day 2, you will step on me with that outfit, or I’ll MAKE YOU!” You grabbed onto both sides of his body, shaking him in your arm.

You were given many stares and awkward laughs in the room, but the two of you ignored it. You were on an important mission.

“Hyung… what’s going on…?” Jungkook asked, scratching the back of his head in confusion.

“Kook don’t worry about it.” Namjoon gave him a forced smile. “It’s the struggles of being in a relationship. Compromises are important if you’re in one.”

“Sound scary…”

“You’ll understand… Maybe not to this degree but… Yeah… Actually, I agree. It is scary. More like, they’re scary.”

[do-your-socks-have-holes-in-them]

On the Other Side / Ch15: Movie Night

Last / Masterpost / Next

Summary: For the past thirteen years, a secretive organization has been raising two groups of superpowered children. Half of them, since their very first memories, have been told they’ll grow up to be brave and strong superheroes; the rest were taught a much harsher view of the world, and groomed to become villains. Neither group knows of the other’s existence. But when a certain trio of heroes-to-be meets two future villains who really just want to be left alone, they all realize how much they haven’t been told.

Warnings: non-graphic violence, bullying, child abuse, sympathetic/good Deceit (Devon) is a main character

A/N: And I said, "I'll start updating regularly again." You know, like a liar. (but actually tho im doing a big bang so it's unlikely i'll be able to even try to update anything else regularly until the end of summer :/)

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Late Saturday morning, Thomas regarded the trunk of his car skeptically. “I really don’t think we needed to buy so many tiny flashlights and screwdrivers.”

“Uhm, I really think we did. Who’s the more experienced thief here, Thomas?” Remy’s unsubtle hand gestures made it clear what the answer was supposed to be.

“Just because you stole gum from a convenience store when you were thirteen—”

“I’m now a master criminal, yes, exactly. I’m glad you understand. The tiny flashlights are super important, trust me.”

Thomas sighed, amused. “If you say so. You gonna help me carry these bags?”

“Nope.”

“Remy—”

“I don’t have time, hon, I gotta go talk to Emile about all this, remember?” He neatly dodged Thomas’s attempt to foist a grocery bag on him. “I know you’re gonna miss me, but I’ll see you later, babe, don’t worry.”

Thomas scoffed and swatted his arm, which backfired a bit in that it nearly made him drop one of his bags. “I’ll live.” His words may have been dismissive, but he was smiling. That smile was still on his face as he made his way into the building and through the hallways to his own room. Most of the snacks were left there to be distributed later. He took the rest, along with the less innocuous items hidden at the bottom of the bags, and went down the hall to Logan, Roman, and Patton’s room.

“Good morning,” he called, after knocking in a pattern they’d agreed on the previous night so they would know it was him. He set the bags down and pressed a hand over his mouth in an effort not to “aww” out loud when he saw the kids.

They were all piled together in the blanket fort, and it looked like they’d been there the whole night. Patton was still asleep, tangled in a blanket, while Logan used him to prop up the book he was explaining to Devon- who, of course, tried to act like he already knew it, but his eyes were wide with interest. Meanwhile, Virgil was still curled up under Patton’s arm, where he’d become trapped at some point in the night, and Roman was telling him some grand story, complete with illustrations and various bits acted out. The smaller boy looked enthralled, if a little wary of all the wild gesturing. Roman paused mid-emphasis when Thomas walked in, just short of smacking Logan in the face, and Devon reached out and slowly pushed his arm back down.

Thomas smiled. “Hey guys, I brought you some stuff.”

“Ooh! What is it? Did you get good snacks?” Roman scrambled out of the fort and almost tripped on Patton, who had started to wake up. He turned over, holding Virgil to his chest like a teddy bear. The latter made a face and squirmed away, causing Patton to finally open his eyes.

“Oh. Sorry,” he laughed. Virgil waved him off with a shrug.

The kids gathered around, and Thomas started to show them what he and Remy had bought. “Of course I got good snacks, who do you think I am? Most of them are staying in my room for now, though, because I know you guys.”

There was a chorus of “aww.”

“Other than that, I got some clean clothes for you two, so you won’t need to keep wearing the same outfits all the time or borrow from the other kids. But I had to guess at your sizes, so if something doesn’t fit, tell me, okay?”

Devon and Virgil nodded shyly and took the clothes, hiding them under blankets in the fort for now. They would try them on once Thomas was gone; changing with him right there would be embarrassing, even if he couldn’t see them behind the blankets that hung down.

“Now… everybody come close, this part is secret. Remember the plan we talked about?” They all nodded. “I know not all of you were sure if you wanted to help, and I’m not trying to push you into it or anything, but I got you all some stuff for it- if anyone decides they don’t want to come, that just means there’s extras for those who do participate.”

“I’m coming!” Roman reminded him, in his version of a whisper.

Thomas laughed. “You made that clear, don’t worry. So, uh, we’ve just got a few little things that might be useful- most of it Remy insisted on, so don’t ask me what the putty is for.”

“Ooh, you were with Remy?” Patton grinned, clearly believing he was being subtle.

“We were just doing boring work things, so shush- and quit doing that thing with your eyebrows at me, Logan.” Thomas blushed, wishing he knew how to stop letting children embarrass him. The shopping trip may have been a boring work thing, but it was very hard to convince himself Remy hadn’t been lowkey flirting with him the entire time nonetheless. “Take the stuff already and leave me alone.”

“How about this,” Roman offered, “we’ll stop if and only if you let us have a movie night! I mean, we really need to- did you know they haven’t seen any Disney movies?!”

Thomas hummed, pretending to think hard about it. “That sounds like a deal I can agree to. I’ll bring my laptop in here for you later, how about that? I know you’d rather use the big TV screen," he said over disappointed protests, "but I really don’t want to risk having Devon and Virgil leave the room when it’s not necessary, alright?”

“I guess,” Roman huffed. “But that means you have to give us more snacks for it!”

“Whatever you say.”

Movie night, naturally, had to wait until it was at least evening- you couldn’t very well have one in the morning. Roman and Patton spent nearly all the preceding time planning it and gushing about how amazing it was going to be, to the point where the other three almost wished they weren’t having it, if only to get some peace and quiet. By the time Thomas came back after dinner to let them borrow his computer, the blankets in the fort had been rearranged countless times, and the kids had a list of everything else they wanted in order to make it absolutely perfect. Thomas went along with some of their requests, if not the ones like ‘a bunch of plastic balls so we can turn the room into a ball pit,’ and they managed to get everything arranged without anyone yelling at each other.

The movie they’d all decided on for tonight was Sleeping Beauty- they should start with a classic, right? Logan was in charge of holding the popcorn, because he was the only one who could be trusted not to spill it or eat it all himself. During the opening credits, Roman bounced in place impatiently, while Patton carefully arranged his stuffed animals so he could hold them all and none would feel left out, ignoring Logan’s reminder that they were inanimate objects and had no feelings to hurt. When he was finally satisfied and looked up, he caught Virgil staring at him, looking conflicted. As soon as their eyes met the smaller boy  looked away, blushing and wrapping the too-long sleeves of his jacket around himself. He and Devon had changed into their new clothes by now, but he’d refused to give up that hoodie any longer than was needed to wash it, and even that had been a struggle.

“Hey, Virgil?”

He looked up again, defensive.

“Do you wanna hold one of my toys?”

Virgil shook his head roughly, retreating into his hood. He didn’t need toys, he wasn’t a baby.

“Are you sure? This one’s all the way on the outside, I’m afraid it’s gonna get lonely… would you mind just holding onto it for me?” He held out a black stuffed cat, clearly well-loved by the fact it was missing an eye. Virgil hesitated, but finally took it, setting it down on his lap just so Patton wouldn’t be disappointed. Maybe it wasn’t too bad to hold it for him, as long as he wasn’t actually hugging it or anything.

“Oh- look, look, it’s starting!”

They both turned back to the screen at Roman’s exclamation. The credits had ended, and the fairy-tale book was opening.

“In a far-away land, long ago…”

Roman watched Devon and Virgil, waiting for them to see how great the movie was. Unfortunately, they didn’t seem too impressed. “Don’t you like it?”

Virgil shrugged.

“It’s kinda boring,” Devon admitted. “Like, oh, there’s a king and a queen and a princess and they’re rich and perfect and everyone loves them- who cares?”

“That’s because this is the exposition,” Logan pointed out. “We need to know who they are before we can get to the real beginning of the story, in which a—”

Roman swatted his arm. “Don’t spoil it!”

The movie continued up to the celebration of the baby Aurora’s birth.

“Those gifts suck,” Devon decided. “Why couldn’t they give the princess something cool? They could’ve given her magic powers and instead they just made her really pretty and good at singing.” Virgil nodded in agreement, making a face. They were both startled out of their snark when Maleficent appeared.

“She’s an evil fairy,” Roman stage-whispered.

Logan added on, “It was a great insult for the king and queen to invite everyone in the kingdom and not her, especially when she’s so powerful.”

It was hard to tell if the intended audience for these explanations was actually listening. They were staring at the screen, wide-eyed, as Maleficent turned around and cursed the princess. Roman took this as a good sign that they weren’t bored anymore.

“It’s just so impractical,” complained Logan, watching the pile of spinning wheels burn. “I mean, has the king even considered what this will do to the price of cloth in his kingdom? Everything will have to be imported!"

“Shut up, it’s a fairy tale,” Roman whined.

Devon looked almost impressed. “You know, he has a point.”

“Oh, just watch the movie.”

The three fairies, at least, were not a point of contention. It was generally accepted that, being fairies, they shouldn’t be expected to make sense- although, really, hiding Aurora away from civilization to keep her safe wasn’t such a bad idea.

“Maleficent doesn’t know anything about love, or kindness…”

When said Maleficent came back, it was hard not to notice the younger boys’ nerves. Logan saw Devon go very still and quiet next to him, no longer making fun even though Maleficent’s weird little minions were objectively ridiculous, and Patton could feel Virgil jump with every angry lightning strike, holding the stuffed cat tightly to his chest.

“It’s okay,” Patton told them in a whisper, “she doesn’t win.”

Roman was beginning to despair. “Don’t spoil it, Pat.”

Logan rolled his eyes. “It’s hardly a massive plot twist, Roman. In movies like this, the good guys always win.”

Thankfully, the tension was dispersed by a transition to a much lighter scene. Even Virgil relaxed and giggled at the fairies’ attempt to create a birthday party. Some of the humor was lost on them, however- they didn’t have the faintest idea how to sew or bake, either. What was a “tsp?” The other kids seemed to know. Maybe it should have been obvious what exactly Flora and Fauna were doing wrong.

The scene with Aurora-slash-Briar Rose and Prince Philip… didn’t go over quite so well.

“Oh, oh, he’s back, look! With a horse! Bet you think he’s cool now, right?”

The prince promptly fell off said horse into a stream, and Virgil snickered, raising an eyebrow at Roman. That was about as clear a wordless answer as he could ask for.

And now, the princess was dancing around singing about love?

“Gross,” muttered Devon and Logan in unison.

“It doesn’t make any sense,” Logan continued as the two finally danced together. “I suppose I can understand her falling in love so quickly, given that he’s not only a handsome prince, but also the first person she’s ever met besides her guardians.”

“So you admit he’s handsome!”

“But what reason does Philip have for suddenly loving her so much, he’d rather marry her than become king? He’s only known her for a few minutes, and most of that was just listening to her sing without even seeing her.”

“The fairies did give her a magically good voice,” Devon mused. “Maybe she enchanted him to fall in love with her without realizing it.”

Roman reached over and gave them both a light shove. “It’s romantic, quit ruining it!”

“I think it’s cute…”

”Thank you, Patton!”

If Devon was oddly quiet after that, it was because he was grossed out by the sappy love stuff, and then worried about Maleficent’s bird finding the fairies- definitely not anything to do with the song about dreaming of having a friend hitting just slightly close to home. At least the kings were funny.

“Okay, maybe he’s a little cool,” Devon finally mumbled, watching Philip tell his father he was going to marry the random girl he’d just met. That was still a dumb decision, but anyone who could argue with a king and not be at all scared was at least slightly impressive.

Nobody really liked the part where Aurora was all distraught about not being able to meet Philip, so after a bit of sad silence, Roman took the opportunity to check in. “Do you guys like it so far?” he asked, clearly needing the answer to be yes.

Virgil nodded hesitantly, and Devon shrugged: “It’s… not bad. But I still think there should be less stuff about love, and—”

He gasped and cut himself off when Maleficent appeared in the fireplace. Virgil pressed up against him, eyes almost as wide as the hypnotized princess.

“Should’ve known she could just make another spinning wheel…” He tried to sound cool and unimpressed, and not scared. “Stupid king. She’s magic.”

Virgil whispered something in his ear.

“Oh, yeah- it doesn’t even matter, anyway, right? They can just get the prince to come back and kiss her, ‘cause they’re already in love.” His face scrunched up at the thought of kissing, but it was a solution.

However, as everyone else already knew, it wasn’t that easy.

Virgil sat up so quickly when Philip was attacked and captured by Maleficent’s minions that he would have fallen over, had Patton not been there to catch him.

“But did you see how many of ‘em he fought off before they got him?!” Roman punched the blankets around him to demonstrate, making sound effects.

If Roman was still happy, that probably meant Philip would be fine, right? Not that Virgil cared what happened to some stupid prince in a movie. Maleficent could kill him, for all Virgil cared. …But she wouldn’t, right? No, that wouldn’t happen, Patton and Logan had said she didn’t win in the end.

That reasoning didn’t stop both him and Devon from remaining tense for… pretty much the entire rest of the movie. Even if Philip was okay, they really didn’t like seeing him in Maleficent’s dungeon. At least in the Room they didn’t get chained up- Virgil shuddered at the thought.

“See!” Roman exclaimed triumphantly, when the fairies finally arrived to help him get out. “I told you he was cool!”

“I guess,” said Devon, sounding a whole lot more impressed than he wanted to let on. “Fairies are still doing most of the work, though.”

Then came the most exciting part of all: the final battle between Philip and Maleficent. From the moment she landed in front of the castle and turned herself into a dragon until the end of the movie, there were no snarky comments to be heard, and hardly even any disgusted faces made when Aurora was awakened by true love’s kiss.

“See? You didn’t need to be so worried, good prevailed in the end!” It wasn’t until Roman turned to face the two younger boys, and saw them still pale and anxious despite the movie being over, that he realized worrying about the ending may not have been the full issue. “Um… Guys? Is something wrong?”

Virgil and Devon had a brief, tense whispered conversation before Devon spoke up- very quietly, almost like he didn’t want to be heard.

“Are we evil?”

In the moment of stunned silence that followed, Virgil climbed over him, conspicuously placing himself between his friend and Roman. He didn’t seem to realize he was still clutching Patton’s stuffed cat.

“Wh- no! Of course not!” Roman jumped to his feet to emphasize how serious he was, and they both flinched a little. “Why would you think that?!”

Devon waited for Virgil’s cautious nod before saying anything else. “It’s just- Maleficent… she was evil, and she looked like us, kind of, and- and she could shapeshift like me.” He touched the scales on his face and remembered the dragon. “So- it seemed like… the movie was saying those things are evil. I dunno, it’s dumb,” he trailed off, shrinking behind Virgil. “I- I mean, we already knew we’re villains…”

“No, you’re not,” Roman said firmly. He pushed the laptop aside and sat down in front of them, so they couldn’t avoid looking at him. “You’re not anything like her! You’re not evil, you’re nice and you care about people and- and if anything, you’re more like Aurora.”

They both looked up, if only so he could see their skeptical faces. How did that make any sense? She was a princess.

“No, really,” he insisted. “Because you didn’t even do anything wrong, but the teachers and everyone are trying to hurt you because they’re the evil ones, but now you’re gonna get a happy ending! Because I’m the Prince, and I’ll fight them for you.” He stood again and struck a pose to demonstrate.

Devon gave him a soft, genuine smile, then smirked as a thought occurred to him. “Just don’t try to kiss us.”

“Ew, no!”

Everyone laughed. As Roman sat back down, he almost didn’t feel the tug on his shirt. He looked over to see Virgil looking not-quite-at him, chewing on his lip nervously. Once he saw he had Roman’s attention, he took a deep breath, squeezed his eyes shut and went for it.

“T-thanks. For saying that.”

In an ironic turn of events, Roman was speechless. Virgil’s voice, now that he heard it, was lower than he would have expected from such a tiny kid, and somewhat rough- maybe because he hardly ever talked. And now he was peeking up through his bangs, waiting for Roman’s reaction, looking like he kinda wanted to run away. Oh, shoot, Roman needed to say something back and not make it awkward, didn’t he?

He pushed through his shock to answer, “Of course. It was all true, after all.” Then he nudged Virgil’s hood back slightly in order to mess up his hair, because he couldn’t let things get too mushy. Virgil hissed and smacked his hand away, and the natural order of things was restored.

“But really though, what did you think of the movie?”

Virgil curled up in the blankets. His heart was still beating too fast just from saying four words- if he talked any more, he was afraid he might die from it. But he gave Roman a shy thumbs-up, and from the grin he got in response, that seemed to be good enough.

[fmdeunjae]

             𝟹𝟶 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝: 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚘𝚕 𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

Introduce your muse. Are they solo or in a group? What is their position in the group? Consider this day the day for writing the basics

Kwon Eunjae, 27 years old, main vocalist of Decipher.

Talk about your muse’s childhood. Where did they grow up? Did they have any dream jobs besides being an idol? When did they realize they wanted to be an idol?

Eunjae was born and raised in Jeonju, North Jeolla Province, South Korea. As a kid, Eunjae dreamed of becoming a musician or a painter – anything that had to do with the arts, really. Becoming an idol came out of necessity. It wasn’t a dream job, it was just one that could pay well if it worked out.

Take us back to when your muse was either recruited or auditioned to become an idol. How did that go? How did they feel getting up on stage for recruiters? If your muse could give their younger selves advice before the audition, what would they say?

Eunjae auditioned for BC‌ when they were 12 years old. Nerves weren’t a problem for them – and they still aren’t – because the boy was practically born on stage. They started playing instruments and consequently doing performances very young and this felt to them like it was another of those. The only advice Eunjae would give their younger selves would be to perhaps take the ajaeng with them. They know that they got in with their vocals alone but maybe with the ajaeng the performance would’ve been better.

Remember the trainee days? What are some of your muse’s memories of being a trainee? How long were they a trainee? Were they worried about potentially not making a debut? Talk about any challenges they might have encountered.

Eunjae trained for a little over three years, debuting with Decipher at 16. Eunjae doesn’t remember much because it was honestly so long ago. They remember mostly focusing on vocals and having dancing as a second priority, mostly because they weren’t really good at it when they started training and BC was demanding. They weren’t too worried about not debuting because back then there weren’t as many trainees or groups as there are nowadays so it was a given that the majority of the people in the company would debut. If anything, they preferred staying at the company than going home anyway because it was one less expense for their parents. The biggest challenge was coping with missing their family. They were all attached to the hip, Eunjae even more, and whenever they could, they’d call back home and end up in tears after speaking to their mom. Their family couldn’t afford to visit them more than once every other month and even then it was mostly their parents and/or their grandmother.

Recall your muse’s debut. What was the song they debuted with? How did it feel performing for the first time on stage as an idol? Feel free to bring up their thoughts about the concept, choreography, lyrics, music video, or other components.

Eunjae debuted with Replay on May 25, 2008. It wasn’t the first time they were on a stage but it was definitely the first time Eunjae was expected to dance to a bunch of people and they were mostly nervous because of that. Decipher was also supposed to sing live while dancing and that was a big challenge at first, even if they mostly succeeded. They did and still do love the concept, the sound, the choreography and everything for Replay because it felt very appropriate for the time and it remains a timeless song.

What concept does your muse think they can pull off best? Cutesy? Manly? Sexy? What concept do they have a hard time pulling off? What kind of concept would they want to do at some point?

Eunjae’s always looked young for their age so they definitely think they can pull off the cute concepts better than the rest though‌‌‌ Decipher’s definitely done very diverse concepts and the majority of them don’t fit specifically into that set division of cutesy/manly/sexy. The first years after debut Eunjae struggled the most with concepts that were very demanding dance wise but, to be fair, now they’ve been in the industry for so long that anything goes for them. They’d like to do more retro stuff like 1 of 1 again.

Which era is your muse’s favorite in their career? Why is it their favorite (think concept, promotions, choreography, etc.)? If your muse has recently debuted, talk about what they would want to do for their next comeback.

It’s bittersweet but definitely the entirety of 2013 was Eunjae’s favorite because it culminated on Decipher winning a daesang. Out of those, Why So Serious? is the one they liked the most mostly due to the whole album which is one of their favorite things Decipher has ever released.

Talk about your muse’s strengths and weaknesses as an idol. Feel free to discuss their own personal thoughts regarding these components. Think of qualities such as vocals, dancing, visuals, acting skills, and variety show skills, for example.

Eunjae’s biggest strength as an idol is definitely their vocals.‌ It’s what they are known for, what they take the most pride in as well. As the main vocalist, it’s expected for them to keep their vocals at the highest quality possible. Next it’s their acting skills which they developed because of their many years doing musicals and being on stage. Eunjae is completely unfocused most of the time but they manage to gather their wits when they are acting. Dancing is something they’ve managed to develop through the years so they could keep up with Decipher which is a very demanding group dance wise. When it comes to their variety show skills… they are terrible because they are too quiet and leave the presence to their members.

What is your muse’s fashion style? Talk about what kind of clothes they love to wear. To them, what is the essential thing to have in their closet? What is their favorite outfit?

Eunjae is very much against form fitting clothes. They have to wear it eventually, every now and then, because they don’t get to pick everything they wear but if they could they wouldn’t go anywhere skinny jeans. They often wear loose pants, most of them black or some other neutral color so not to clash with the colorful shirts and jackets they pair those pants with. They like shirts with a lot of patterns, vintage and lowkey kinda tacky. They pretty much dress like their painter dad used to dress back in the 80s/90s. Button up shirts with vintage patterns are definitely the most essential thing to have in their closet. For a good reference, they basically dress like BTS’ Taehyung.  

Talk about your muse’s three closest friends. How did they meet? How long have they known each other? What do they love most about their friends?

Eunjae’s closest friends are definitely their members and their siblings. I’m gonna have to cheat and skip this answer because Eunjae actually doesn’t have any close friendship plots at the moment. Some other day I’ll drop back here and edit this one.

Has your muse had any scandals? How have these scandals affected your muse as an idol or as a person? If your muse has not had any scandals, talk about their views on scandals. Is all publicity good publicity?

Back in 2013 Eunjae got into a scandal that was more caused by fans than by them. BC cleared them to participate in Bonnie and Clyde and the fans had an issue with the amount of scenes where Eunjae had to kiss and/or touch the female lead role. So a petition was signed for Eunjae to be removed under threat of boycott and at the end of the day BC thought it was best for them to step down from the role. As an idol it was too little of an actual scandal to affect their career much but it kept them from being able to participate in musicals for a long time both because they didn’t want to anymore and because the company “benched” them. It made Eunjae have very sour feelings towards the fans and they far from thankful to them because of it.

If your muse is in a group, what are the fun things about promoting with other members? What do they love about being in a group? What do they love about their members? If your muse is a solo artist, what are their thoughts on promoting alone? What do they love about being solo?

The fun thing about promoting with Decipher is getting together with their members and catching up. They don’t go long periods without seeing each other but it’s different when you live in separate places, have been together for so long and don’t have as many schedules together. They love the fact that the attention is not completely on them all of the time. As much as they want to promote solo one day, they’d rather do it in their own terms and for something like Decipher’s music which isn’t completely chosen by the group, Eunjae is glad they can share the burden with other people. They love how much they can trust the members, how they know the boys will always have their back.

For the muses in a group, what are the challenges of being one of several people in a group? Have there been any troubles that have come along with being in a group environment and times they wish they were alone? For the solo artist muses, have you ever felt lonely promoting alone? Do you ever wish that you were in a group instead?

Eunjae loves being in a group. They are far from a combative person. If anything they avoid conflict as much as possible so any arguments that happened within the group were never started or even continued by them. They only jump in when it’s something that affects the way Decipher works and even then it takes a lot for them to intervene. There have been troubles, it’s hard not to when you work together for so long and know not only how the other ticks but also exactly where to press to hurt. Whenever they need to be alone Eunjae will just step away to gather their thoughts, especially because when they get overwhelmed they tend to lose even more focus.

If your muse is in a group, how do you think they would have fared had they had a solo career instead? What kind of concept would they have? If your muse is a solo artist, how do you think they would have fared if they were in an idol group? What position of the group do you think they would have?

They’d have done well probably. They are a great singer, got better through the years training under BC and they like singing exactly the type of music Korea is crazy for – ballads. They’d be pushed into going for that route and would have loved it.

Who does your muse look up to in the industry? Why do they look up to this person?

Older singers like Park Hyoshin, Shin Yongjae and Shin Seunghun. Being the most senior artist in the RP, there aren’t any artists in verse that they’d have looked up to.

If your muse could do a special stage with another artist or idol group, who would it be and why? What song would they perform?

They’d like to perform any duet with other skilled main singers, like Knight’s Duri, Aria’s Yewon and Fuse’s Suji.

How would your muse fare in a variety show? If your muse could appear on any variety show, which variety would it be and why? If you don’t have a lot of knowledge of variety shows, talk about what kind of variety show they would go on.

Terrible. Eunjae simply does not have the attention span for variety shows. If they attempted to participate in one of them by themselves they’d just not be funny or entertaining at all and it’d take a lot of effort by the MCs for it to be even remotely fun to watch. The most they could participate in would be something like Yu Huiyeol’s Sketchbook.

What entertainment agency is your muse a part of? What do they think of other groups and artists that are in the same agency as them? Which labelmates do they get along with the most, excluding group members?

BC City. Eunjae thinks they are all very talented and capable but they are not very into the music all of them release. They enjoy the stuff BEE‌ puts out and some of the things Knight releases as well but other than that they just support the groups from afar, like a good sunbae. They get along the best with Jiah and Duri, probably.

Is there anything besides idol activities that your muse would want to do? Would they want to take their hand at hosting a variety show or act in a television show or drama? Would they want to try out modeling or a musical? If they have done things such as these, talk about their thoughts toward these things.

Eunjae has been doing musicals since 2010. They went from 2013 to 2018 without participating in any but since they just did it they want to go back to it now.

If your muse was able to be a part of a supergroup that comprised of current idols, who would they want to be in the same group and why? What kind of concept would this group have? How do you think the group would do in terms of popularity?

All of the people mentioned in the answer about a special stage would be people they’d want to do a super group with. They know realistically that the fans wouldn’t be all that interested but it’d be nice to have a project of releasing high quality ballads that go beyond the boring, traditional format of ballads. It could do well considering the general public really loves ballads.

How does your muse feel about their fans? How do they feel about sasaeng fans? How would they handle a situation in which they were faced with obsessive fans that followed them or invaded their privacy? If they’ve had problems with sasaeng fans before, how did they feel about it?

Eunjae has a very sour relationship with them. They realistically know they are not all to blame for what happened but they can’t help the way they can’t trust the fans not to do that to them again. Sasaeng are annoying and the main reason they had to get extra security for their place. They hate they can’t exist without having to think about whether there’s a fan following them around or not. Mostly they just called the fans out on social media or asked the company to do something about them, not that it was effective.

Talk about your muse’s goals that they have for their group or themselves if they are a solo artist. Where would they want to promote if given the chance? Do they want to do a solo album at one point? This can be any sort of professional goal.

There’s pretty much nothing Decipher hasn’t achieved, at least not things Eunjae is interested in. They don’t care about hitting a global audience, is very much happy with what they have in Asia and could go their entire life without stepping in the US or Europe again. They do want to release a solo album, want to be able to showcase their vocals before they have to enlist.

What is your muse’s thoughts on being an idol and dating? Are they against dating? Have they ever been in a relationship after debuting? If so, talk about the challenges that have come along with dating. If they aren’t dating, would they want to date?

They personally know their dating life could never come out because they are poly and thus wouldn’t really have an “acceptable” lifestyle. Even then they do believe idols should be allowed to date without it somehow becoming a thing. It shouldn’t be a scandal that two – or more – people love each other. They have never been in a relationship that didn’t end terribly and not because of them being an idol but because of everything else. Every day Eunjae goes through wanting to be in relationships-not wanting to burden people with who they are.

Who is your muse’s ideal type? Why is this person their ideal type?

Eunjae doesn’t believe in ideal types because they can fall for pretty much anyone given the right opportunity. They are really good at finding the best in people, no matter who you are and inevitably falling in love with them.

What does your muse want to be remembered for in the idol world? Do they want to be remembered for their vocal prowess? Their image? Their dancing skills? Their scandals?

They want to be remembered for their vocal prowess for sure.

Does your muse ever regret becoming an idol? Do they ever think about what they would be doing instead if they lived a normal life? If they could go back in time, would they do everything all over again? Or would they end up doing something else?

No, they don’t. It’s a difficult life and they are kept from being able to do some things but at the same time becoming an idol took their family out of poverty, made sure their family would be able to eat and got all their siblings through university and into better lives than what they had before. They don’t think about any other reality anymore because they know this is the best that could’ve happened to them.

After working hard on promotions, your muse is given the chance to take a two week vacation anywhere in the world at any time they want, with nobody bothering them. Where would they go and when? Why would they want to take their vacation there? If they had the opportunity to bring three other people, who would they bring?

Home, to Jeonju. Simple reply but Eunjae is a homebody. There’s no place in the world they’d rather be than in their parents’ house. They’d take their siblings with them so they could all have some family time to relax together before going back to their busy lives.

Talk about your muse’s low point in life. Why was this a low point in their life? What kind of challenges did they face and how did they feel about this? Were they able to overcome it? If it is still ongoing, are they working on overcoming these challenges?

Eunjae is definitely a cup half full person as much as they are also very melancholic and get overwhelmed by feelings often. The adversities of idol life have nothing on the years they spent with their parents as a child when sometimes their parents struggled to feed everybody. Eunjae knows poverty and they think nothing can go lower than that. Everything else they can get through.

Talk about your muse’s most meaningful moment as an idol. This is what they feel so far is the highest point in their life and where they’ve never been happier. Recall the memory and describe it; what happened and how did they feel?

Decipher’s tenth anniversary. For such a fleeting industry, it’s not every single day that a group hits five, seven and much less ten. They didn’t think, back when they debuted, that they’d still be together after so long, so when Decipher got to do their tenth anniversary showcase, it was the happiest moment of Eunjae’s entire career, even happier than getting a daesang or selling out Tokyo Dome.

Think about your muse’s life down the road. Where would they be and what would they be doing? Would they still be in the entertainment industry? Would they settle down and have a family?

Eunjae wants to keep singing for as long as they live. When time comes that the industry doesn’t really want them anymore, they’ll just go back to the ajaeng, to doing classic music performances. They are sure someone, somewhere will want to listen to them and as long as there’s anyone interested, they’ll want to perform to them. Even if it’s just one person. It’s uncertain whether Eunjae would ever want to settle down but it’s more likely they wouldn’t. Not for a long time at least. They’d want kids but they don’t want monogamous relationships.