#2022 kpop

[binniesoob]

It's 2022 review o'clock !

2022 edition is here 😎 you can use this as an ask game to play with your mutuals in your inbox, or not, feel free to play as you like <3 have fun!!

Did you start listening to/stanning any new groups this year?

Are there any groups you've stopped following instead?

Did you dive into any groups you already knew?

Which groups have you listened to the most?

Which soloists have you listened to the most?

Favourite debut/s this year?

Your top 10 title tracks?

Your top 10 b-sides?

What are the songs that stuck with you all year round?

Songs you feel like you haven’t talked about enough?

Songs you were late to the party for but you really enjoy now?

Your favorite albums that came out this year?

Did you buy or receive any albums?

Your favourite music videos?

Favourite concepts?

Favourite stylings?

Favourite collabs?

Favourite choreographies?

Favourite performances?

Did you attend any concerts?

An overall review of your experience with kpop this year?

What are you looking forward to in 2023?

[intoghosthill]

— —⠀⠀⠀我腦子裡亂了⠀⠀⠀📎⠀⠀⠀完全地.⠀⠀⠀° . •̩̩͙ ִ ° . •̩̩͙

[im4yeons]

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[svt-nari]

the airport incident / part two

warnings: not proofread, mentions of panic attack, stalkers, cliffhanger (will have part three 🤭). a/n: since you guys requested here’s part two!

part one | part two | part three

as everyone piled up to check in, nari’s hands wouldn’t stop shaking, her eyes watery and her gaze a bit lost. she had asked wonwoo for his bucket hat and lowered it onto her head so it would hide more of her face. even though she was a bit shaken up by what had happened, she didn’t want to ruin everyone’s pre-tour mood.

“noona…”, chan nudged her shoulder, coming closer to her side as she was sandwiched between the members now. “are you okay?”

nari lifted the hat a bit to look at him and gave him a nod, sighing right after. she could see the worry in his eyes, even though chan’s a bit shy to openly say it, he showed through his actions by holding his palm towards her to hold her hand. she immediately linked hands with him, pulling him closer to lay her head on his shoulder.

“nabi…”, she could hear joshua’s voice calling for her but she didn’t have the power to actually lift her head and look at him, only nodding her head still laid on chan’s shoulder. “coups’ calling for you, he was talking to our manager…”

the girl could feel her eyes getting even more teary by his words. cheol is always so caring towards her, he showers her in affection and shows how much he cares for her well-being. she couldn’t have asked for someone better than him to spend the rest of her life.

“okay… thanks, shua.” she lifted her head and gave his shoulder a pat, distancing herself from chan to turn around. seungcheol was a few feet away from her, talking to the manager and, as he sensed someone’s eyes on him he turned and maintained eye contact with the girl for a few seconds. then, he motioned with his head for her to come closer - which she quickly did.

“jagi…”, he muttered lowly, only for her to hear through the chaos. “i was talking to manager-nim and we think it’s better if you stay out of the first performance…”, he held her hand carefully, stroking her knuckles with his thumbs. “it’s not good for your mental health to do this, you have to heal first. it was a big scare.”

“no! i want to perform! i can’t let the fans down!”, she hyperventilated, hands gripping his tighter. “i want to do this so bad, please let me perform!”

seeing her this broken made cheol’s heart hurt, he quickly pulled her closer, hugging her tight so she would calm down. he sighed quietly, looking to their manager who shrugged, not too sure himself about what they should do.

“let’s make a deal then…”, he said after they pulled away. “if you don’t feel like you want to perform before the actual performance, you don’t have to do it. but you have to tell me if anything’s wrong, okay?”

she quickly nodded, tangling her pinky with his to make the promise official. she could do that.

“everyone!”, cheol clapped, bringing all the boys’ attention towards him. he had to take advantage of the fact that nari had a hair appointment before the rehearsal to say what he had to. “so, you all saw what happened at the airport, right? i didn’t wanna talk about it near nari, but now that she’s not here i want to make something very clear.”

all the members could feel the tension and the worry in his eyes, everyone was feeling worried for nari’s well-being since she was putting her feelings aside to perform. she didn’t want to relax, even though she had to after what happened. every single one of the boys tried to talk her out of it, but no avail.

“i talked to the company, we had a brief meeting through zoom yesterday…”, he began, messing his hair up. “and they are finally going to take legal actions against the guy that harassed her.”

most of the boys sighed in relief, others thanking god silently. the incident could have been a lot worse had he been able to have more time with her. though, they are sure that she hasn’t told them everything that he said and she saw, due to the closure not even the cameras were able to see the blade in his hand – something she didn’t tell to any of them.

“another important thing,” coups cleared his throat. “if you ever, and i mean ever, see him anywhere…”, he pleaded. “report it. to the manager, to the police, to anyone. even me. i will do anything in my power for it to never happen again. to any of you. he’s dangerous, i don’t really know what he told her because she didn’t wanna talk about it and she also haven’t opened the letter yet and she won’t let anyone do it too. so we are working with what we have until she’s ready to talk. it’s not the first time he’s seen at the same place as her, with or without us. did you all understand that?”

everyone nodded their heads. mingyu’s gaze lowered, suddenly he remembered a very important thing that he saw on the plane. he was just scrolling through twitter before the take off when he saw it. though he passed it as just normal fan behavior because he didn’t pay attention, now it became a big red flag in his mind. i mean people go crazy if their idol is in the same place as them, but it felt too much now that he thought about it. he tried searching it up again but to no avail – the account was deleted.

“hyung…”, he mumbled, getting everyone’s attention. “i saw a post on twitter that i think that probably got deleted because of the content…”

he got chills when he remembered, how could he just scroll through it as if it was nothing? gosh, he felt like a terrible brother.

“this person on twitter posted videos and pictures of a bathroom they were in, the post said something about nari being there, though i don’t remember much so i don’t know if she was there or had already left. but it looked like the bathroom of that restaurant we went to after the first show”, he scratched his head, trying to remember the username. “it was a man, i’m sure of it because of the name on the account. they were posting pictures of used tissues and toilet paper, that nari had just used. he was also saying that he could sell it if someone really wanted it.”

by now everyone had their mouths agape, not sure of what to think at the revelation mingyu just did. how could someone be so dirty and ridiculous? did he think nari would find this lovely or something? what made them even more shocked was how he got into the women’s bathroom, everything was so confusing at this point. it felt like someone was helping him because of how easy he was able to track her down and go after her whenever he felt like doing it.

“wait!”, mingyu gasped. “i remember his name! it was written above the username, i don’t know if it’s real though, these people usually put fake names so they won’t get caugh-!”

“come on, mingyu! what is it?”, seungcheol exasperated, he wanted to have this man on a restraining order and behind bars as soon as possible.

mingyu sighed, saying it loud and clear for everyone to hear, not seeing that nari had just entered the venue. his voice boomed as he said the name, even at the large venue they were in. the girl’s eyes widening at the name mentioned, suddenly having flashbacks as she heard it.

“it’s kim hajun.”

all rights reserved © svt-nari, 2023

[lamelarts]

Cause when we jumping and popping, we jopping 🟥🟦

This map is so fun and this coach design is so uhmmm im inlove with everything of him 😭👏 He is so fine and cute hdhjssk and especially the move he did in the bridge is sth 😳🙏 Btw gradient map helped me so much with the bg colors lol thank lordd 😩

[maracllea]

WRAPPED 2022 videography | 42/101 | BILLLIE ring x ring

[velvtarchive]

HAPPY JOY DAY !!

1996/09/03 🎉

[hjnxx]

on december fifteenth twenty twenty - one, hijinxx would release the digital single sweet juice on all streaming platforms.

sweet juice is a song recorded by hijinxx released digitally by kq entertainment. riding the waves of their debut’s commercial success, the single was an unexpected end-of-year treat for their growing fan base—as well as a continuation of their budding lore, marking the beginning of what is dubbed by fans as the sickly sweet era.

the track is composed and produced by park ahyeon, as well and co - written by kim hongjoong and heo taeri.

sweet juice describes the feelings of addiction that come with instant gratification. of indulging in the present pleasures knowing that being reckless now will only hurt yourself later, but still going back for more and more because it feels good. the hauntingly catchy production emphasizes the impending doom of reality hovering over the bad decision of going back, the lyrics proclaiming a near craving for a thrill despite knowing its consequences range from deplorable to downright cruel.

the music video depicts each entity submitting to their respective pleasure, ‘sweet juice’ being a metaphor for the bad habits they’ve succumbed to and how it affects the others. the soul is the first to go under, latching on to others with blank faces in fear of ending up alone. in doing so, she drags her sister with her, the heart getting entangled with twisted feelings and emotions, mistaking masked ‘affections’ like lust for love. the body is next, throwing herself into terrible situations just to feel a rush of adrenaline. this could be interpreted as either constant sexual gratification through her need for physical touch no matter how it comes about or her need for praise coming through her changing and altering herself until she can no longer distinguish her own reflection. and last to give in is the mind, who, through the hammering and disfigurement of her companions, loses control and falls into the throes of confusion and pleasure-laced impulses. feeding off the confusion and desperation, she’s unable to distinguish between what is needed and what is wanted.

music video aesthetic — each addiction explained.

addiction of the soul human beings are born craving connection. from the moment we are brought into the world, we want with desperation. enough to forgo boundaries and endure unimaginable consequences, sometimes self inflicted. why is it? why are we willing to put ourselves through hell and back for it? you try to reason with yourself, to explain away the truth with grandiose words that barely hold any coherent meaning. all for what? a touch? someone to hold? there’s an ache you feel you know can only come from one thing and one thing only.

your sister is hurting. but it feels like a sign to continue on. to latch on to whatever you can grab because it's more than nothing. your addiction feels like heat. the blinding light from a sun too close for comfort. you think you hear crying but it’s too far away to investigate. you probably couldn’t move if you wanted to, anyway. searing heat is still warmth at the end of the day. right?

addiction of the heart we are often blinded by things too good to be true. a promise made, for example. a zing. devotion given without effort, without begging. coddled within the comfort of given peace. how naive, one might think. so eager taken to the bits and pieces thrown to you like a dog. blinded by readily given devotion. you answer the call when your leash is tugged because their attention makes you feel good. it isn’t your fault. most of it, anyway.

you don’t remember the last time you’d been held with so much care. preening in the arms of cold hands and mistaking it for warmth. for love. how could you know if you never had it? your addition is crippling. infectious. it spreads to your sister without a care and you watch her break down in tandem with the world around you. but you can’t stop. your greed is overpowering. once you’ve had a taste of what it could be like, you can't go back. you couldn’t. even at the expense of your sister? your family? the excuses come easy to you. maybe it really is your fault.

addiction of the flesh you stand in front of a mirror as foreign hands brush the fragile surface of your form. you welcome the touch with open arms, eager to be molded into whatever suits them best. the mirror before you shows a girl you do not recognize, its edges cracked. your reflection is a hollowed husk of what it used to be, fingerprints branded on to your skin like hot iron. makeup smudges to filth around your eyes and lips. the hands wipe the remnants of—love, it’s love—off your skin waver ever so slightly. this is what you want? yes. you’re sure.

every time you observe your reflection, she alters more and more. these clothes are not your own. the rooms you go to consciousness to are not your own. the hands that rove over your bare skin have never been your own. your addiction is obsessive. poking and prodding at the girl in the mirror until you don’t know her from the girl you claim to be. she’s become dependent. along the way, you have, too.

addiction (?) of the mind everything has ceased to make sense. up is down, left is right, and the questions you ask into dead air only echo back to you. your sisters are gone, trapped, perhaps dead. you don’t know. you don’t know. so weakened. weary and tired, you slump forward after trudging forward for so long. bearing the burden of clawing your way out to the surface alone has weakened your resolve, and soon, the siren call wafts around you like a call to rest.

confusion nails the very surface of your existence like a gong, the sound reverbing across your being. what even was this feeling—? an infiltration into their weakest points—targeting her most vulnerable aspects. it would be easier to give in... right? you’re so tired. rest your head just this once. just this once.

[milfgyuu]

At Your Service [M] Pairing: Kim Mingyu x Fem!Reader Tags: 1.9k, Humor, Smut 18+ Prompt: “I don’t know why I agreed to this” @beaniegyu​ Summary: mingyu in a maid costume - yes this is extremely self indulgent and has been rotting my brain for longer than i would like to admit. enjoy. xx

Warnings: Sexually Explicit Content 18+, unprotected sex (mxf), oral (m), boys in skirts (meow), some dirty talk, double creampie (oops), some rough handling and dominant behavior, mention of cum play/eating, mentions of thigh riding, language, um they are just?so?horny, same, anyways MINORS DNI.

When you told Mingyu you wanted to do couples costumes for this year’s Halloween party he hadn’t asked any questions. Of course he wanted to do couples costumes. 

What’s better than couples Halloween costumes?

Now, he’s standing in the middle of Jihoon’s kitchen in dressed in a skimpy french maid outfit seriously questioning why he trusts you so blindly to begin with. He keeps his hands behind him, guarding the back of his short skirt, which his friends keep messing with every chance they get. 

He grumbles at you in your feather covered mini dress. “I don’t know why I agreed to this,” he sighs, scooting out of reach when Jeonghan slips behind him with a positively devious smirk. “I don’t get why I couldn’t be the feather duster.”

“Babe,” you tease, fingers dancing over the lacy frills struggling to cover his taut chest, “You look so pretty and everybody loves our costumes. Come on, big boy,” you kiss the underside of his jaw and feel it clench before you’re pulling back with a smug little smirk. “Stop pouting and I’ll make it up to you.”

He thinks about it for a minute and then puckers his lips which in Mingyu’s language essentially means you win. You kiss him twice, lingering the second time and he gives you a little smile, narrowing his eyes playfully. “You’re so into this…aren’t you?”

“Would it be so bad if I was?”

He raises his brows, relaxing into a more confident stance. Ego successfully stroked.

“I’m intrigued,” he admits, smacking Seokmin’s hand away from his ass, “Fine. I’ll stop complaining but we’re leaving early. Deal?”

No arguments here. “Deal.”

The car ride home is near torture for poor Mingyu as you spend the majority of the time tracing your finger over his thigh. The black stockings are so soft and thin that he can feel your nails ghosting over his skin and he fights the urge to pull off on the side of the road to have you right then and there. You’re a horrible tease and he plans to rectify that the second you make it through the door. 

Feathers fall to the floor as he tears down your dress right in the entry way, not bothering to do much more than lock the door let alone properly turn on the lights. He only gets it down to your hips but it’s enough to expose your breasts and give him the freedom to bury his face in your chest - biting and licking and sucking as you knot your fingers into his long hair - knocking the little decorative headband from the crown of his locks. 

He groans in frustration with the way the top of his costume constricts his movements and though you had already cut a few seams for it to fit him - he splits it accidentally when he tries to tug it overhead. It falls in shreds to the floor but neither of you are upset about it with his upper half freed and he grabs you, wrapping your torso in his big arms as he drags you over to the couch, kissing you in such a dizzying display of lust it empties your mind of everything but him. 

Standing in front of the couch, you plant your hands on his chest and push him backwards. He falls easily, looking up at you with heavy lids and pointed canines glinting in the dim light of your living room. You push at your dress, dragging it and your underwear down until they hit the floor and you’re quick to step out of them and kick them away so you can get down on your knees between his legs. 

A strangled moan leaves his pretty lips when you slide your hands up his thighs, beneath the skirt, and he lifts his hips for you to drag the stockings and his tight briefs down his legs. 

“You’re not taking the skirt off?” he tilts his head in question and you only shake your head in response, not bothering to look at him. 

You’re not ready to let go of this image anytime soon.

He slides further down the cushion, legs spread wide and you push the skirt up against his stomach, exposing his hard, heavy length. Gripping the base of him, his head falls back, chest heaving with every slow teasing stroke you give him. The tip of his cock is so soft and warm when you close your lips around him, your tongue circling and dipping into his slit. 

His hips come up off the couch and he curses, hands flexing and closing into tight fists when you take more of him into your hot mouth, stroking the length you can’t accommodate comfortably. The goal though isn’t necessary to get him off like this. No. You tease him, giving him just enough but not what he needs to send him over the edge. You give him enough to make him lose his patience and take what he wants instead. 

The skirt thing is entirely forgotten in his mind when he finally stops you, grabbing your face in his big hands to tell you as much before ordering you into his lap. You envelop him easily - wet beyond belief from looking at him all night. Thick arms on display and strong thighs that left you imagining a scene where you’re both sneaking off to an empty room to ride them until you scream. 

He’s too eager to suggest that now though as he grips your hips, holding you down and grinding your cunt over him as he thrusts up into you. 

Mingyu switches his hold, wrapping a hand around the back of your neck to keep you close and still as he loses himself in your heat, crashing his lips to yours until you’re moaning and crying into his mouth. He swallows the sound and the taste of your tears that roll over your cheeks, puddling at the corners of your kiss. His pretty, perfect angel bouncing and babbling incoherently on his cock all because you got worked up seeing him in a silly costume. He’s in love.

Your body shakes violently, vision whitening, and you almost sob with the relief you feel when the orgasm that's been looming overhead finally crests and breaks over you. You bite your lip hard enough to hurt but it stifles the sounds pouring from your chest and bury your face in his throat as the overstimulation begins to swell. Your fingers and toes tingle and curl, your teeth bared against the onslaught of sensation.

He’s so close though.

The volume of his groaning increases and his grip is like iron, biting into your skin but when you snake your tongue out to lick along his collarbone where he’s so sensitive…he bursts, cursing and cumming, filling you so completely you feel him inside so warm and wet, throbbing with effort and it makes your body tingle in anticipation of more. 

You need so much more of him. 

“Again?” he huffs out a laugh, still breathless from the exertion. 

As if it’s answer enough, you lift your hips and slowly start riding him again. 

He hitches a brow at you. “Explain the appeal first. I’ve gotta know.”

Fine. Whatever. As long as you can keep rocking against him so he’s ready to go again when you’re done speaking. It seems like it’s possible, if the way his blunt nails scrape across your lower back is any indication that he’s enjoying this just as much as you are. 

Exploiting his weakness, you pick your head up and look him in the eyes as you ride him - grinning at the way his eyes fall momentarily to your lips when your breath hitches. 

“You looked so good in it,” you emphasis your words with your body and he groans. “Tight across your chest…arms so big and strong…and your thighs…fuck…your thighs look so good I wanted to ride them in the middle of the party. You looked so fucking hot it's insane.”

“Shit,” his brows furrow, that delirious tone in your voice like a drug. “Is that it?”

You shake your head, hands braced on his shoulders now that you feel him - thicker, longer, harder inside you. “Doing something like that for me, even if you whined about it for a bit…it was so sexy. I don’t care if it sounds selfish but knowing you wore it just for me drives me crazy.”

He pushes up into now, matching your pace. “Because you’re a spoiled brat?”

You nod, head rolling back against your shoulders. “I love when you give me what I want.”

His lips and tongue go to work on the column of your throat and you moan aloud when he uses his strength to pull you down harder, spearing you on his cock so deeply tears form along your lash line again. “Tell me what you want then.”

“Fuck,” you groan as he does it again, “Want you to fuck me from behind,” he bites down on your shoulder at the thought. “Fuck me over the arm of the couch so I can feel how deep you are.”

If he was anymore punch-drunk on your pussy right now he’d blackout at the wanton confidence in your tone.  His body shivers while yours nearly convulses at the rapid loss of connection but now standing he grabs the back of your neck again in a show of dominance that makes you stumble a step and then he’s pushing your hips into the arm of the couch and bending you over until your ass is on full display. 

You complain when you feel the silk of his skirt brush the back of your calves, indicating he’s taken it off, but one rough smack stops any words from coming out. He likes to watch, so you can’t fault him. Not when he audibly groans with you as he pushes the head of his cock into your swollen cunt, dripping with arousal and his earlier release. He loves watching himself disappear inside you almost as much as he loves the feeling of it. 

Too worked up, neither of you wish to drag things out - bodies too taut and already screaming for the kind of release that makes your blood sing and liquefies your bones. He uses one large hand to press down on your lower back, applying pressure so his cock is that much more pronounced to the point that he’s already falling out of rhythm, begging his body to keep going until it’s shaking with determination. 

You come first, which always seems to happen, especially in this position, but he’s not far behind. You’re not even half way into the comedown when he empties himself again, seemingly too much considering he’s already come once but like a fucking stallion he’s always filling you to the absolute brim, even going so far as to shove any left over mess back inside you with his thick, wet fingers. 

And whatever doesn’t fit, he laps up with that broad wicked tongue of his. 

It’s hours later when you finally settle down long enough for Mingyu to get you cleaned up and into bed. You’re all but dead to the world which is obvious when he kisses you goodnight and you don’t react in the slightest. He chuckles, eyeing the maid skirt he’s tossed on top of the dresser. 

He’s not sure what you have planned for next Halloween but whatever it is - he’s down. 

Halloween 2022 | SVT M.List | Main M.List

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[myoties]

﹡ 𝆬  𓈒  𓋱  Em Cada Canto Uma Dor ་  🏝️𓂂   ۫ 𓂋

[joytwts]

the reVe festival (2022)

[eunwooverse]

🤏

[ljxlj48]

[20:35] “I can’t,” you said in a shaky voice, tears rolling down your cheeks. You took the knife to your own heart, twisting it further. “I want to, but I can’t do this anymore,” you whispered, you had never felt so ashamed of yourself before tonight.

“I’ll quit and you’ll never have to do this anymore,” Taeyong said, standing on the opposite side of the hotel room, facing you. As tears rolled down his own cheeks.

You shook your head, “no, this is your dream.” You looked away, not being able to handle seeing Taeyong in so much pain like this.

“Y/n, please, you’re more important to me than the boys t-…”

“Stop,” you cut Taeyong off. If you let him say anymore, you wouldn’t leave tonight. “Don’t, don’t say that, you know it’s not true.” You pulled off the necklace Taeyong had gifted you for your one year anniversary, “I’m sorry.” You dropped the necklace into Taeyong’s palm before walking out of the hotel room, bag in hand.

You hated that you weren’t strong enough to endure this. When Taeyong invited you on tour with him, you thought it would be great. It would be an amazing way to spend time together. You had racked up enough vacation days to be gone for a whole month. However after the first week of being on tour, you realized this wasn’t gonna be as great as you thought.

Nevertheless you pushed on. You went to all his concerts, you seen amazing sites, you ate amazing food. Then there was the pictures, the rumors, the online abuse, the mental toll. A saesang had found out what floor Taeyong was staying on, and took a picture of the two of you returning to the room. From there the amount of hate you got online was overbearing, and then anytime you went to an NCT event, you got more hate.

The final straw was when you were staying in the hotel room alone, because you didn’t want to go out anymore, and a saesang broke into the room. You finally had it, you were done. You couldn’t handle it anymore and you hated yourself even more for not being able to handle it. You hated that Taeyong was willing to give it all up for you, but you couldn't handle it long enough for him.

[svt-nari]

the airport incident / part three

warnings: language (the word s*** is written once, panic attacks, stalkers, weird creepy man, not proofread! a/n: i’m so so so so so so sorry for not posting this sooner, i was trying to finish it as soon as possible and i’m really sorry if it’s not as good as you guys expected. also,,, this will have a continuation, not sure if a part four, but i’ll post other chapters about this whole situation.

part one | part two | part three

nari remembers the exact first time she heard that name. seventeen’s first comeback had just happened and they were holding a small fansign. they were still a small group, not much recognition but they were happy and living their dreams. the fourteen young adults/teens were ecstatic, people coming to meet them and get their autograph – it was just like how they saw on tv.

as fans passed by, one of them caught her attention because he was a bit older than the other people there – probably in his mid-thirties. what made him stand out the most too was how he skipped every single one of the boys just to meet nari.

he greeted her and she greeted back, laughing at his enthusiasm to see her. he apologized to all of the boys, claiming that she’s someone he likes a lot. everyone laughed at that moment, it was funny. though, they didn’t know that from there on he wouldn’t just be a harmless fan.

the second time they meet she was shopping with a friend – a private going, her personal life. many fans saw her because they were also shopping, taking pictures and asking for her autograph. but, nari knew he wasn’t there before they arrived. no. he arrived there with them. she thought it was just a coincidence when he entered the mall doors at the same time as her, bumping on her shoulder and apologizing, feigning surprise when he saw who she was.

nari knew it wasn’t just a normal fan behavior when he asked for her autograph and gave her a card with his number written on it, claiming that she could call him whenever she felt like it. something about him gave her chills. but she ignored it for her own sake, nodding along and trying to convince herself that it was normal for fans to give idols their number.

two years passed when the third huge issue happened, nari knew it wasn’t all just a coincidence. he was stepping foot in her family’s apartment building, moving to the floor bellow to the one where her family lived. she knew that he was aware of what he was doing, he made sure to wave at her and tell her that he was moving there. claiming that he didn’t know her family lived there.

but she knew it was all a big, fat lie.

she was scared and she told her company, getting a huge “we can’t do anything without proof!” as a response – as if the fact that he moved to her parents’ building wasn’t proof enough. they told her it was just her mind playing tricks on her since it was a public building, that he could have just rented it. but she knew it was far from the truth.

he had been following her, she knew because she took the time to memorize his plate just in case something ever happened to her. nari’s safety was in game, she didn’t want to end up hurt because of this guy. she knew he followed her to her family’s home because of his car plate. that made her even more terrified of him.

she had to beg her parents to move, took the time to find a new place for them just to get them to be safe and away from that maniac. though, she wasn’t expecting his reaction to that.

a few days after her parents moved to their new place, nari received a letter on her own building - her members’ home, the dorms. it didn’t have any name nor address written, meaning it was delivered by someone and not the post office. the moment she touched it, nari could feel her whole body shiver. as she opened the letter, her heart pounded in her chest with each word she read to herself.

“hi, hwang nari.

it’s me, your hajunie. i miss you so much, don’t you miss me too? well, i hope you do, because i’m planning on seeing you as soon as possible. i know your schedules are full because of all the comeback preparations, it’s hard being talented, right? well, you sure do know since you’re amazing.

i’m sorry i took so long to reach out, but i was organizing how i could do it all without messing up or having someone else mess it all up. i’ve been keeping track of you though. i memorized your schedules and made sure to be there whenever i could - even if i didn’t make myself known. i’m sorry for letting you down.

though, you also did something to make me upset. i mean, how could you move your family away from me? i just want to get closer to you, meet your - our - family. your actions really hurt me, hwang nari. can’t you see that i just want to see you happy and healthy? that i do everything for you? that we are made for each other? well, if you don’t, i’ll remind you :)

tell jaebeom-ssi to be careful. i have never approved nor appreciated your relationship with anyone. have i not made myself clear when i asked you to never see anyone? i wasn’t kidding, nari. you don’t want your career ruined by this little scandal, right?

i hope you can wait for me, just a few more weeks and then i will see you and hold you. wait for me, darling. i’ll show you that we were made for each other.

much love, your hajunie <3”

she could feel her throat closing, her heart pounded and she reread everything over and over. her mind going miles per second. the thoughts never ending, questions unanswered roaming around her mind. how did he know her address when she’s never seen him around the dorms? how did he know she was dating jaebeom when they were never in public together? what did he mean by seeing her and holding her? wait a few weeks? it all made the young woman’s head spin.

nari gripped the stairs railing as hard as she could, her breath shortening as scenarios ran through her head. she could feel herself slowly slipping into a anxiety attack, her mind not being able to process it all as she looked around. she felt watched, as if some type of paranoia - but she knew it wasn’t just her seeing things.

the first rational thought that came to her mind was calling one of the boys, so she quickly took her phone out of her pocket and dialed junhui’s phone. it took him a few seconds to answer but, the moment he did, jun was already out of the door and towards the buildings ground-floor.

the moment he laid eyes on her, he felt his own heart tighten upon seeing his sister’s state. she had her breathing uneven, tears streaming down as she sat with her face on her knees.

“nabi-ah…”, he sighed worriedly. “oh my god, what happened? are you okay?”

jun sat down next to her, bringing the upset girl to a hug. her sobs instantly got louder, her face buried on the taller one’s chest. her hands gripped his shirt, trying to grasp her breath. he didn’t know what to do, so he just sat there and rubbed her back, whispering reassuring words to the upset girl.

“what?”, she said out loud. the whole venue quieted down, the surprised gasps being the only thing to be heard in the moment. “repeat it.”

“noon-,” mingyu started, being abruptly cut off by the girl.

“no. i said. repeat. it.”, she huffed.

“his name is kim hajun… i saw it on twitter if i’m not mistaken it’s his name.” the taller sighed, his head hanging low.

she knew he wasn’t mistaken. she knows him and now that it got to this point, she’s sure she should’ve told them earlier. if she had just told them about it all, it wouldn’t be like this.

“i know him.”, the boys looked at her with furrowed brows, her manager quickly sighing and bowing his head upon her words. “i know i should have told you about this sooner – a lot sooner – it was just,” she sighed. “i didn’t know how to bring this up.”

“we have had some sasaengs before, i know it’s not an excuse, but i didn’t think it would come to this. the most he did was send a letter to m-“

“wait,” jun exasperated. “so that letter you were crying about all those years back…”

“yeah…” nari sighed. “it was from him.”

she came closer to the boys, having cheol bring a chair so she could sit down amongst the boys.

“he also gave me a letter yesterday…”, she fidgeted with her fingers, focusing on something else than the thirteen boys around her. “i didn’t want to talk about it, but i feel like ot got out of hand and-“

“you feel like it got out of hand!?”, s.coups scoffed. “he touched you and he’s been stalking you. it got out of hand a long time ago!” he exasperated.

“i know, i know!”, she stood up. “but do you think i wanted it to get to this point? he threatened me! he threatened to hurt you all, to hurt my parents!”

everyone’s eyes widened upon hearing her words. she have never said anything about this to anyone, she never even showcased any different emotion. she was so lowkey about it that they never even suspected anything.

“what do you mean by it?”, chan looked at her with a frightened expression. he was clearly worried and distressed by this, which made nari feel even worse about the whole situation.

“the letter jun mentioned, all the way back in 2017…”, nari sat back down. “he had moved to my parents’ building because he discovered where they lived, then i asked them to move once again and he didn’t like it one bit.”, she adjusted her glasses, biting down on her lip as she remembered that in her head. “i was with jaebeom at that time and he somehow knew it, so he sent me a letter threatening to expose us and saying t-that he didn’t l-like-“, her breathing got uneven, her chest tightening as the memories came back.

instantly cheol hugged her, seungkwan getting up to bring her some water and dino going to her side to hold her hand. they knew she was having panic attacks more frequently, so they wanted to make sure it wouldn’t be as bad as the last one.

“it’s okay, we can talk about the other letter some other time. your confirmation was enough for us to take matters, okay?”, jeonghan whispered, petting her head reassuringly.

“yeah, don’t worry about it now. they’ll work with what you told us. when you’re ready you can tell us everything, okay?”, shua smiled at her. “your safety and wellbeing is our number one priority.”

the one thing nari was sure of, is that; if they knew that the company already knew about it and did nothing to change it all, shit would hit the fan. for now, she just wanted to avoid it as much as she could to not make things even worse.

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