#JYP ENTERTAINMENT

[the-mother-of-lions]

i can't let you go, 'cause the world's 'bout to break just follow me, I'll lead, night and day in exchange for this pain, can you promise me to show your love for me every day?

[lia-linny]

summary: yn is insecured about talking to much but her boyfriend hyunjin is there to comfort her

genre: hurt, comfort, fluff

words: 1k

note: i lost the request but who ever asked for this i hope you enjoy. ♡

It was a typical Friday evening. As always, Yn stumbled through the door of the small apartment she shared with her boyfriend Hyunjin just as he sat down in front of his canvas. Loaded down with bags, she tried to get rid of her shoes with moderate success.

"Yn-aaaaah how was work, love?"

"Good," she replied curtly, putting down one of her numerous shopping bags, which were filled to the brim. Hyunjin was taken aback. When yn came home on Fridays, she usually never stopped talking to him about her work. About how much fun she had with her new project at work, what she had for lunch or what her annoying colleague had done again. It wasn't like her to be that curt and dismissive, hyunjin realized with a frown. shrugging his shoulders, he began to draw. maybe she was just tired.

yn was completely caught up in her usual routine. everything was the same as always. But instead of looking forward to the weekend with her boyfriend and finding comfort in her upcoming weekly "painting-tea-talking ritual", she was plagued by countless self-doubts today. Was she not pretty enough? Was she really annoying hyunjin? Was she too loud?

Sighing, she walked through the kitchen and put the freshly bought groceries away in their designated places. When she had put the last can in one of the cupboards, she put on some tea water and opened the shelf with her thousands of cups. without thinking about it, she pulled out her comfort cup and filled it to the brim with hot water. looking at it, the cup wasn't particularly pretty. the design was peeling off nicely because of the frequent washing, and yet it was perfect in yn's eyes. it had been the first gift hyunjin had ever given her. when she met him, she was stuck in one of the darkest periods of her life. plagued by insecurities, stress and unhealthy relationships, hyunjin had smuggled himself into her life as a small glimmer of hope and when he wasn't there or she couldn't express her worries, she clung to the cup.

Ironically, the reason she needed to hold her cup today was her fear of losing hyunjin. Was she too exhausting? lost in thought, she picked out a tea bag and carefully let it disappear into the water in the cup. then, as usual, she sat down next to hyunjin, who by now had a rough sketch on his canvas and greeted her with a beaming smile.

the artist had been looking forward to her usual ritual all day. yn could only muster a half-hearted grin. as she slumped into her usual chair, hyunjin waited patiently to finally hear all about her day. he was dying to find out whether her colleague ayumi had so obviously made a move at her much too old and happily married boss again, or whether linh from the marketing department had spilled her coffee on her colleagues again and had brought these heavenly muffins as an apology for the chaos, which yn would quote "kill for". in both cases, this would be the third time in a month. but instead of the usual gossip, a depressed silence followed. hyunjin tried to ignore the silence by turning his attention back to the painting in front of him.

he began to paint a dark blue. he carefully let the brush glide over the canvas. as he always did. as he had done hundreds of times before and yet it was wrong. the line was wrong. it didn't show what his heart wanted to express. it was too big and too small, too wide and too thin. it lacked any warmth, just like hyunjin. the room was warmed by the rays of the setting sun and his sweater gave his body a pleasant temperature but it didn't reach his heart.

"yn-ah what's wrong? why don't you talk to me? you can't make me beg so brutally. give me all the tea!" hyunjin's mouth twisted into a pout and made yn smile slightly.

"I don't know, Jini... I talk too much anyway... I don't want to distract you from painting." to say hyunjin was confused would be an understatement. he furrowed his brow worriedly.

"jagia where did you get the idea that you talk too much? i love to hear you talk. especially when i'm painting! i want to know how your day was. every day! i want to hear everything you have to tell me my muse. i can't paint without you. the lines don't get right the painting can't really convey what i feel but when you're with me, when i hear your honey sweet voice it just becomes real love. i never want you to shut up understand?" hyunjin curled his shapely lips into a pout as if his girlfriend had personally attacked him with her previous statement.

"okay, okay jini!" yn laughed, but hyunjin didn't want to let the whole thing go so easily.

"jagi, what makes you think you talk too much?" hyunjin shifted so that his full attention was on his beloved. he looked at her anxiously as she nervously kneaded her hands and clutched her cup for support.

"well... i just thought... you know, hana, you know the one who regularly sleeps with the ceo... i was talking about our date where we went to see this beautiful van gogh exhibition and well... she said i always talk way too much and that i never let anyone get a word in edgewise. and... maybe she also said that... she's surprised that someone like you is still with me at all... and i mean she's not entirely wrong, is she? i always talk so much. when you paint i ramble non-stop. you don't get a word in edgewise and i'd understand if you were annoyed with me for that... or something"

"ohh love..." hyunjin sighed and wrapped his girlfriend in a warm hug, pulling her onto his lap, which she only commented on with a sad smile.

"have you forgotten that I always ramble the same way?" He lovingly nudged her nose, which made her giggle.

"i sometimes ramble on for hours about how great our new choreography is or how annoyed i am with one of the boys and as far as i can remember you always love to listen to me. so please don't stop. you shouldn't listen to hana this little..."

yn stopped her boyfriend from uttering a sinful insult to hana by placing her soft and tea-warmed lips on his. hyunjin sighed into the kiss and pulled her closer to him. Their lips moved as if they had never done anything else before. They danced a dance whose choreography only they knew. Hyunjin's hands were soon in her hair as he tried to take away her insecurities with his kiss alone.

panting, they broke away from each other but hyunjin didn't let her escape from his strong arms. slowly, he covered her now laughing face with kisses. smiling, hyunjin buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled her scent. "soo... are you going to tell me how your day was, my muse?" he asked, pressing a tender kiss to her sensitive neck, which made her giggle.

"okay... do you know how annoying hikaru was today? he's been running around all day and..." hyunjin returned to his canvas even though one of his hands was now occupied holding yn's, who by now was sitting in her own chair again, sipping her tea as she talked.

by now, the sun had disappeared and was replaced by the soft shimmer of the moon. the cool evening air wafted through the open windows of their shared apartment and yet hyunjin was much warmer than he had been just a few minutes before. her voice dripped like liquid honey straight to his heart and the soft giggle that had just left her lips made hyunjin beam. he carefully applied the brush and... the line was perfect.

[bandzboy]

NEWS FLASH!!

[jellyshinchan]

I found ts in instagram x

[milkykittyy]

Hello! I ask you to do Bangchan as a bf please ☺️

Bangchan as a boy friend

**For entertainment purposes only — based on current energy, which may shift over time. I read with care , not assumption, and I honor what the cards reveal without judgment or distortion.**

Protective, Loyal, and All-In

(The Emperor, The Lovers, King of Wands)

Leader in Love The Emperor energy:Bangchan has a strong presence in a relationship — he naturally takes on the role of the one who protects, plans ahead, and keeps things grounded—not in a dominant way, but with a protective kind of care. If something’s bothering you, he wants to help shoulder it. He gives structure when life feels unsteady. He’s emotionally responsible, never careless with your heart. He wants to be the kind of partner you can lean on emotionally, mentally, and practically.

Leads with Quiet Confidence: King of Wands warmth and charisma. He’s magnetic, reliable, and steady the kind of guy you can lean on, who’ll take the lead when you’re too tired to. But he never overpowers — he empowers.

When He Chooses, It’s Serious: The Lovers card says he won’t get into a relationship lightly. Once he’s chosen someone, that’s it. He’s deeply committed, body and soul.

Emotionally Grounded but Still Sweet

(Page of Cups, Two of Pentacles, Nine of Pentacles)

Sweet, Boyish Love Language: With Page of Cups, he brings a gentleness that’s unexpectedly tender. Expect soft compliments, warm hugs, inside jokes, maybe even little gifts or notes. His affection is creative, innocent, and deeply personal. He’s the type to remember tiny details about you — what you like, what soothes you, what makes you laugh.

Balancing Act: He might juggle a lot (work, team, self-pressure), but he’ll try hard to keep the relationship a priority. You’d feel how much he wants to be present, even if he gets overwhelmed.

Proud of You, But Never Controlling: He loves having an independent partner. He admires strength in others and wouldn’t try to hold you back — he’d encourage your growth just as much as his own.

Deep Inner World, Rarely Shown

(High Priestess, Eight of Swords rx)

Private Heart: He has a lot going on emotionally, but he keeps much of it to himself. You’d see glimpses — quiet moments of vulnerability — but he doesn’t like burdening others with his struggles.

Healing Through Connection: Love with the right person helps him feel free. When he trusts you, he opens up more — but it takes time. His walls aren’t because of you, they’re built from pressure and responsibility.

Humble, Thoughtful, but Self-Critical

(Six of Wands rx, Eight of Swords rx)

Doesn’t Crave Praise, Just Wants to Be Enough: Even if he’s achieving a lot on the outside, he might quietly wonder if he’s doing enough for you emotionally. He wants to be the kind of partner that adds to your life.

Sensitive About Failure: If there’s a fight or misunderstanding, he might go quiet — not out of avoidance, but because he’s hard on himself. He needs reassurance that it’s okay to not be perfect.

Bright, Uplifting, and Joy-Oriented

(The Sun, King of wands)

Loves to See You Happy: He lights up when you light up. He’d go out of his way to bring joy into your day, whether it’s sending you a funny meme, cooking something for you, or making time when it’s hard. His presence would feel safe and sunny — a little emotional shelter from the world.“Your joy is my joy. I’ll stand by you in your dark days and your brightest ones.”

Affectionate and Passionate: There’s fire and fun in this connection — King of Wands gives him a passionate, flirty side, especially when he’s comfortable. Expect warm touches, deep eye contact, and bursts of playful energy.

Overall Bang Chan as a boyfriend is a steady flame not loud, but constant. He leads with loyalty, listens with intuition, and protects with care. His love is warm, emotionally grounded, and soulfully intentional the kind that brings peace, depth, and joy all at once. He doesn’t want a perfect relationship — he wants a real one. One where you both grow, both heal, and both feel safe being exactly who you are.

[cosmicbrownskin]

"well that was unexpected."

pairings : hybrid!seungmin x fem!reader

genre : pure fluff, maybe a lil bit of angst..? (if you squint.)

warnings : n/a

a/n : okay so i got my idea from one of my AMAZING LONG TIME mutuals @doliveiraa, go read her hyunjin version <33. this is my first fic coming from a year-long hiatus, so please bare with me!! also im thinking of making alot of my fics (or maybe account...) for poc girlies..should i? (im putting up a poll for soon ^^)

word count : 1.4k

read time: 5 mins

i was so nervous, and not really knowing what to expect. after my dog Lulu passed away, i couldn't find myself to find love in another dog—not after her passing. it just hurt too much.

but my friend had (somehow) talked to me about hybrids.

yes, hybrids, the animals that can also be humans.

"im telling you y/n, it's not bad! plus, when they get comfortable they turn into their human form and then it's like having a roommate and bestfriend—can you try it please..?" your friend pleaded; they had seen me horrifcally depressed after Lulu's passing, it hurt them too.

"y/f/n, i don't know, what if something goes wrong? what if none of them like me?"

"no. no more overthinking shit. they're gonna love you, just like how you loved Lulu, i pinky promise on it." they interjected; they noticed how after your pet's passing you started overthinking more; unhealthily overthinking.

so here i now found myself at the shelter, following an employee back to the hybrids area.

and i was shitting bricks, even though my friend told me not to be anxious—that was out the window now.

but there were so many hybrid animals; puppies, birds, snakes, ferrets, cats, turtles, just complete overload.

"i'll leave you to it, and you can look around." the employee said, smile on her face before turning and walking away.

and when she left, most of the animals made their way up to the glass, making their own noises, grabbing your attention.

i looked at the birds, and all their beautiful colors and patterns—then next to cats, which were all so different and unique. but i made your way to the puppies, a quiet sadness filling your mind, pushing the feeling away, you bent down, and a golden retriever puppy curled up in its cage catches my eyes.

'the animal caught a whiff of my scent, so that's why it came to gently pad over to my finger that was inside of cage.' i thought.

the puppy sniffed my finger, and hesitantly looked at it—but eventually rubbed its face against it.

and i melted.

the fur was so soft, the small paws grasping at my finger, the big, dark brown doe eyes that looked at me; it was instant connection.

"that's seungmin. he's a golden retriever." the employee explained, looking at the puppy who didn't really come out his shell much.

"he's perfect. i'll take him." i said.

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i released seungmin from the soft, fluffy carrier i purchased, setting him down on my apartment floor.

he was in fact, a curious puppy who sniffed literally anything. making his way to my small sized couch, digging his way into my cushions and pillows. he was happy, tongue out and tail wagging, just the perfect puppy.

i placed down his bed, putting toys and stuffies in it to make comfortable, along with his food and water bowls.

seungmin immediately went over to it, eating and drinking,

“gosh, did you not eat or drink at the shelter min?” i joked, seeing just how much he was enjoying his new home.

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over the days, me and seungmin fell into place, and our relationship grew. he was such a good and obedient puppy, and he made mistakes sometimes, like now.

he had knocked over his water bowl, causing a puddle of water to form, and when i noticed, he padded into a corner—an ashamed noise coming from him.

“min, it’s okay. i’m not mad, it was only an accident.” i say, cleaning the water, hoping to coax him to come back.

and yes it did take some convincing with treats—but it was worth the sight of his tail wagging again.

“see? it’s all cleaned up and you have nothing to worry about. let’s go to my room and we can watch something together, or you can just play around in my sheets—i don’t care.” i said, picking the puppy up into my arms, and walking to my bedroom.

as i snuggled into my pillows, making space for seungmin in my arms, which he didn’t notice due to him ruffling around in my sheets.

“min, are you gonna watch or…just do whatever you’re doing?” i asked, but of course with his adrenaline and excitement of a new place to be exploring, he didn’t stop.

“okay then, i’ll leave you to it doggo.” i said.

but eventually as my movie ended, the poor thing ran out of energy and was sleeping.

“looks like someone ran out of excitement.” i laughed.

he was supposed to sleep in the beautifully made dog bed i made for him, but i let it slide—he was just too cute to move.

and now my eyes were closing. exhaustion caught up to my body, and soon enough i drifted off to sleep, cuddling my puppy.

just a girl and her hybrid puppy.

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the next week, i had been getting for a friends party, accompanied by seungmin at my feet.

“okay min, what do we think? is the makeup good?” i ask, obviously knowing he can’t reply.

but he barked.

“i’ll take that as a yes.” i giggled, utterly transfixed on the question in my head,

‘how can a hybrid dog be so cute?’

making my way to the front door of my apartment, i bent down to his level, speaking gently but still firm.

“now, minnie, i won’t be long extremely long. probably 2 hours—3 tops. okay?” i explained.

seungmin then sat down, and once again, i took it as a yes.

“bye! i love you.” i said, closing the door behind me.

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but when i came home, it wasn’t pretty at all. i was crying, my hands shaking.

seungmin immediately noticed it, stood on his hind legs, paws on my knees.

“min, i just don’t know why she would even do something like that!” i cried out.

and that’s when seungmin trotted away, into my room, leaving me in my kitchen crying and alone.

‘did this puppy really just leave me in a time of my distress…’ i thought to myself.

but i was easily mistaken, when instead of a cute, light brown, golden retriever puppy coming back—it was an asian, tall, fit, man.

‘that’s MY seungmin?!’ i thought to myself.

my eyes widened and i wiped my tears.

“you’re my seungmin? like my cute, small, golden retriever puppy??” i asked, completely dumbfounded.

“yes i am. sorry, i just had to transform—you were distressed and crying—and i just got triggered.” he explained.

"well that was unexpected." i said, eyes wide.

his attire was quite the look; dressed in a light blue baby tee that was too small for him and a pair of my oversized sweatpants that were still too short for his long legs.

“are you okay? why were you crying?” seungmin asked worriedly.

a small giggle left my lips, my eyes trailing up and down his outfit.

“you look very interesting…i must say—it’s quite the fashion choice.” i managed to get out, before bursting into a fit of laughter.

“well forgive me for wanting to make sure you're okay!” he said, crossing his arms revealing his belly button.

but even when he was dressed like this, i couldn’t help but see just how attractive his was. his short brown hair, pale skin, and fit appearance? god took his time with that man.

"seriously y/n, what's wrong? why were you crying..?" he asked, serious this time.

i sighed, the memory of the party stuck in my head.

"well, one of my bestfriend's 'friends', humiliated me. she told the others lies about me, so i was alone until i just left early." i explained.

it hurt alot. i went there to celebrate my bestfriend's birthday and was avoided like the fucking plague.

"im sorry y/n. do you want a hug?" seungmin offered.

"thanks min." i murmured, wrapping my arms around his ribcage area.

his hug was so comforting. he smelled like warmth and roses, and nothing felt better than this in the moment.

"do want me to take you to the stores to get you clothes that actually fit..?" i say, a smile on my face as i look at his outfit once more.

"please and thank you. i don't know how you would even wear this." seungmin said, gesturing to the baby tee.

"okay we can go, just let me change into something more comfortable."

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life with seungmin as a human was smooth, even if sometimes he ate all my food. and as a puppy, perfect, and that was my life, absolutely perfect. a girl with her hybrid puppy. and it was my best decisions ever.

cosmicbrownskin ᥫ᭡ ― est. november 2023 © do not copy or repost my content on other platforms

[hyuninified]

Jisung, to the waiter: a milkshake with two straws, please.

Minho: * blushes *

Jisung, putting both straws in his mouth: Watch how fucking fast I can drink this.

[channie-binnie]

ASDFGHJKL

Beautiful men omg

[chrisgnab]

funny how people are switching up and supporting that collab because they look pretty in it...

so fast to cancel other idols for doing things promoting zionism but when skz do it, it's okay? Calling people that are against the collab antis???? The point of the boycott is to tell JYPE we don't want SKZ to be associated with zionism but the amount of people switching up and saying 'but it's a banger 🥺'... a 'banger' created by two zionists...

[car1pent]

| MEGAN THEE STALLION 'Strategy' Twice

[the-mother-of-lions]

[lia-linny]

Summary: minhos little sister has always been invisible to most people. Maybe kim seungmin can be the person that only sees her.

Genre: (hurt), comfort, fluff,

Words: 2.4k

Yn has always been a little, unobtrusive girl. As a child, she was afraid of everything. whether it was small insects, scary ghosts or the naughty teenagers who often took her toys.

she was always quiet, didn't talk much and was always reserved if not shy around strangers.

but luckily for her, she had her older brother minho. he took better care of her than anyone else. Minho had sworn to protect his little sister from everything.

if a huge spider scared yn, minho would take a glass and paper and put the spider, which wasn't really that big, outside the front door (but not without teasing her).

if yn couldn't sleep at night because the ghosts under her bed were keeping her awake, minho would let her sleep in his bed and promise to keep an eye on her all night to make sure no ghosts came and took her away from him.

and when the teenagers from next door came and took away yn's toys and little cars, these same teenagers came to school afterwards with big patches and bruises and apologized meekly to yn.

but there was one thing minho couldn't protect his beloved little sister from, the cruelty of society, which taught little children from such an early age that they weren't enough.

everyone had to be perfect and draw attention to themselves by standing out, otherwise they were overlooked and forgotten, and yn had never been good at that.

She always preferred to hide, like begging for attention. But that led to her being forgotten.

when one of yn's classmates threw a party and invited everyone in the class but had obviously forgotten her invitation cart, every "oh you're still here? I thoughtyou went home." at family get-togethers or parties with friends, or when teachers forgot her name even after several years (but knew the names of all the other students tatelessly)

little situations like these gave yn little stabs every time until her heart was struggling to hold itself together.

she forced herself to come out of her shell more. she tried to join in conversations in smaller groups, to draw attention to herself, but she was overheard. it often felt as if she was invisible.

~☆~

~☆~

The leaves of the small deciduous trees sank to the ground in the soft light of the afternoon, but no one paid them any attention. Everyone was far too fascinated by the splendor of the beautiful cherry blossoms to notice the agony of the deciduous trees, which were losing their leaves due to this summer's drought. But just because the deciduous trees were not as popular, beautiful and famous as the cherry trees, did they not deserve any love?

Yn waited outside the small ice cream parlor where she wanted to meet her brother and his member seungmin and did what she did best. Being invisible, disappearing in the crowd, not attracting attention.

It had always been her "survival strategy". Not falling out of line paired with a little sarcasm and teasing. But in the long run, always being overlooked made her lonely. The people who were the most invisible perhaps needed someone who only saw them the most.

Seungmin tapped yn on the shoulder. She was startled out of her thoughts and looked directly into Seungmin's amused face, which was covered by a face mask and a cap pulled low over his face, but which she would still recognize within milliseconds.

His face was etched in her memory like no other. From all those sleepless nights when she prayed that he wouldn't overlook her, that his teasing only meant that he liked her too. More like a friend, more like minho's little sister.

Yn was pretty sure that seungmin had snuck up on her on purpose to scare her but didn't comment further.

"So, did you ever manage to break out of your study hell and have a little fun?" He grinned and she immediately went on the defensive.

It's not "study hell"... it can even be fun, but what can I do? you have to study to get good grades."

"Seriously... don't you ever have fun in life? You should think about something else besides studying, studying, stud..." his comment was stopped by one of yn's hands covering his mouth while she replied

"shut up seungmin. where is minho anyway?"

Seungmin sighed dramatically. "Am I not enough for you? Am I that terrible?" Yn just rolls his eyes.

"He... something came up. He told me to take you out for ice cream alone and maybe you'll see you later."

She felt the surprise and anxiety boil in her. Yn took a step back and lowered her gaze to the floor.

"Oh..." so seungmin was here because he wanted to go out for ice cream with minho (with her in tow), but her brother didn't have time and now seungmin had to entertain her somehow. Of course, minho hadn't canceled... he wanted her to finally go out again. But now he had forced seungmin to go out for ice cream with yn, even though he surely didn't want to and had only come out of politeness.

"Let's go inside! I really want to try the mint chocolate chip ice cream here!" Seungmin hadn't noticed the change in her mood, or at least he didn't let on.

Yn stumbled into the store behind him. Seungmin ran straight to the counter, where a wide variety of ice cream flavors were displayed. Yn stared at the flavors. Seungmin had already ordered his ice cream, so now it was her turn.

"Um... vanilla ice cream for me"

"Omg you're so basic" seungmin laughed "really vanilla? Can't you think of anything better?"

Normally she would have laughed but now she just shrugged her shoulders, lowered her head, took her ice cream without comment and headed for one of the tables.

She left a stunned seungmin behind. She usually laughed at his jibes and always had a good counterattack ready. And especially she never ever missed achance to make fun of his obsession with mint chocolate chip ice cream. What was wrong with her today?

He quietly followed her to the table and sat down at the opposite side of the table. They ate their ice cream in silence.

Had he done something wrong? he didn't behave any differently towards her...

"You know... you don't have to be here. I know you're only here because of minho and I don't want you to be forced to eat ice cream with me. you certainly have better things to do." her voice wasn't much louder than a whisper, and yet seungmin heard every single word and felt her insecureties floating in the air between them, like a thick cloud blocking her clear view.

So that was the problem... Seungmin was silent for a while, too taken aback by her comment, but then he replied hesitantly.

"Has it ever occurred to you that I might like you... or something?" Seungmin had always been bad at talking about his feelings with others but... "I'm not here for minho. Why would I be?"

Frustrated, yn closed her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair.

"You know you don’t have to say things just to be polite. Why would you like me? You're just perfect... I'm surprised you even know I exist, let alone know my name. That's more than most people can say about themselves. So why would you go out for ice cream with me if not for my brother? I'm nothing special."

She sheepishly lowered her gaze to her slowly melting ice cream.

Seungmin liked the quick-witted side of her much better. When she knew that teasing and little insults weren't really meant.

He hated to see her hurt, he hated the people who had made such a wonderful person belive over and over again that she was invisible, that no one could notice or like her.

But most of all he hated that she thought he couldn't see her.

How could he miss the most beautiful of flowers in a huge garden? Even though she was small, even though she didn't vie for his attention like the other flowers, Seungmin couldn't take his eyes off her.

Perhaps he was bad at showing how important she was to him. But he had always taken it for granted. Not for a second had the thought crossed his mind that she might think he didn't like her.

"Am I not allowed to go out for ice cream with my favorite lee? I thought you knew that you've always been my favorite. I like you better, like all the other siblings of my members and maybe... if I'm honest, I like you better too, like some of my members... minho can be really annoying sometimes."

It was a desperate attempt to lighten the mood. They both laughed a little but seungmin knew it wasn't enough to tell her that.

"Yn... I like you. Sometimes I think I like you a little too much. I asked minho if the three of us could have ice cream together because I wanted to see you again and because I was... a bit worried. I don't like it when you shut yourself off like that, just study all day and don't text me anymore... because I miss you. You have no idea how much you mean to me. How could I ever miss you or forget that you exist?"

Seungmin sighed, perhaps now was the time to confess his feelings. Now was the right moment. She looked at him a little puzzled by his previous monologue, but she widened her eyes in disbelief at his next words.

"yn i don't just like you as minho's sister and not just as a friend... i like you in... a romantic way. Whenever you're around me, I get these damn butterflies in my stomach and I think in my brain too. So would you go on a date with me?"

"What? Um... so... you're serious, right? It's not a bad joke?" she stammered as her cheeks grew red hot.

"No, I'm completely serious." he laughed.

Wow... um of course i'm going on a date with you... do you have any idea how long i've been waiting for this moment?" She giggled nervously.

yn was quite flustered. She had expected a lot of things, but not this. In her head, he would have said something like "ok, as long as I don't have to stay here with you just to be polite, I'm fine." and then he would have left. She would probably still have been able to handle that better than this.

"Sorry, I'm just slightly overwhelmed." She laughed, looking half-laughingly and half-helplessly at seungmin, who seemed amused by the situation.

"Good, then we'll meet tomorrow evening for our first official date." seungmin added with a laugh and yn giggled too.

Maybe by the next day she had processed the fact that her crush had just confessed his feelings to her and asked her out. Maybe then her brain would work again.

The two grinned at each other and then started eating their ice cream again. This time, they also chatted while they ate. They laughed, giggled and teased each other.

"The ice cream tastes so good"

"You basic bitch can't judge that with your vanilla"

"Hey, at least I have better taste than you. I still don't understand why you are so obsessed whith mint chocolate ice cream. It just tastes like toothpaste."

"Take that back! I'll defend mint chocolate ice cream with my life!"

"If you like it so much, why don't you go on a date with your ice cream?"

"Yes, maybe I should do that. It would only have advantages... the ice cream is delicious, not as cheeky as you and no one will try to steal it from me because this society has not yet recognized the incredible value and taste of mint chocolate ice cream."

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[minsungincorrectquotes]

Minho: You look good in my hoodie, but do you know how you could look even better? Jisung: How? Minho: By being by my side

[loserlvrss]

｡ ｡ 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒 & 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐋 𝐑𝐄𝐘───── 한형준 &fem!rea.

𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙡𝙮𝙣 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 : yeah, my boyfriend's pretty cool, but he's not as cool as me.

── drabble, fluff, 𝑒𝓈𝓉. 𝓇𝑒𝓁𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈𝒽𝒾𝓅 warn. language, petnames wc 607HUN ⟡𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

You pried his fingers apart, earning a laugh. Then you groaned in response to his amusement at your struggling. He was touching his phone, and you were scared that the dark polish would transfer onto places it shouldn’t be. However, Hyeongjun didn’t mind much as long as it got him more time with you. 

“Baby,” You whined, almost annoyed, but not really, “Stop moving too much.”

“I’m just trying to change the song,” He replied, “I know you wanna listen to Lana.” 

You smiled slightly, trying to hide it—you loved having an attentive boyfriend who heard you singing Brooklyn Baby earlier. “You changed it two songs ago,” You commented, though not complaining anymore as the familiar guitar strings started to echo. “You just want to hear me sing, well, my boyfriend’s in a band again, don’t you?” 

He stopped moving, and you focused on precisely following the shape of his nail-bed with the brush. He watched for a moment before speaking up, “yeah, actually, I do.”

You recalled listening to the song when you were younger, always dreaming of having a boyfriend in a band—pathetically, and a little, clichely—or one that, at least, played an instrument. The movies made it look so romantic, and you envied the preppy girl who always got the guy in the end.

You couldn’t help having a type.

“Oh-oh!” He moved his hand away, the brush swiping against his cuticle. “Look what I learned!”

You protested his excitement with irritation, “Wait a sec—Jun,” However he didn’t stop, applicator wand hanging pathetically in the air as you stared up at him, “Hyeongjun, you’re like a child who can’t sit still…which is ironic because I literally barely see you move.” You eyed him as you put said applicator back in the tiny glass jar, “If you’re just gonna keep making me mess up, I’m not gonna do them for you anymore.”

He paused getting up, mid-way in the air, his eyebrows coming together in the middle. “What? Why?” He mimicked being hurt, hands clutching the table. “You wouldn’t actually, right? Who would I—who would you match with then?”

“Stop moving then, baby,” He was right, you enjoyed matching; in more ways than just nails. “We could’ve been done by now.”

He pouted, and it finally hit you. He kept messing up his own nails because he didn’t want you to finish them quickly. You were his little sense of peace, the eye to his life that sometimes felt like a hurricane. He didn’t want you to close the glass jar because he didn’t want the moment to end, ever. He loved spending time with you even more than he did playing his guitar. He could spend hours on hours on hours getting scolded if it meant he got even five more minutes with you. He always dreaded the moment he had to leave you. And he knew you did too.

So, you both knew you’d let him use up all your nail polish remover, even if you fronted like you didn’t find it endearing.

In reality, you were lucky he liked matching his nails to yours, because you liked doing them, even if he (purposefully) moved a lot.

He didn’t heed the warnings of falling in love, but if you were the risk, then he was willing to take it.

“Hey, y/n,” He trailed off before sitting back down in the chair and outstretching his unfinished hand to you, “Do you think you could do my makeup next?”

You smiled at his question, “Only if you let me make you emo as hell, Junnie.”

He couldn’t help it, really, you were alluring and addicting.

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How would Bang Chan bag his person/crush? & How would he show his interest to them?

**For entertainment purposes only — based on current energy, which may shift over time. I read with care , not assumption, and I honor what the cards reveal without judgment or distortion.**

How Bang Chan bags his crush?

(Eight of Pentacles , King of Wands,Seven of Swords ,Five of Cups)

Alright, Bang Chan’s not the type to just walk up like “hey I like you, date me.” Nah!! Chan doesn’t chase — he builds. It’s a slow burn.

First off— He’s doing the little things. Checking in. Sending that “did you eat yet?” text. Learning what you like and casually doing it for you without making a big deal out of it. Consistent. Thoughtful. Never rushing. He notices what they like, pays attention to the little things, and supports from the background. It’s “I’m already here for you — even if you don’t know it yet” energy.

That man’s got presence (King of wands).He doesn’t need to flirt loudly — his energy just naturally draws people in. He’s got confidence, but it’s the warm, grounded kind. He makes you feel like he’s capable and calm — someone you can lean on. You start thinking, “Wow… I trust him. I feel safe here.”

Lowkey flirty. This is where the sneakiness comes in. Chan doesn’t fully say “I like you” right away — he flirts in coded messages. Little smiles, inside jokes, shared playlists. You’re like… wait, are we something? Are we not?

And then Five of Cups? Yeah… there’s some emotional weight underneath. He might hesitate to fully open up because he’s been hurt before. So he protects his heart a little. But once he’s in? He’s all heart.

How he shows interest?

(Hierophant,Magician, Four of Wands ,Hanged Man reversed)

He’s not out here chasing situationships. If he’s into you, he’ll show it through respect — like really listening to you, valuing your opinions, asking about what matters to you.

This is where he turns on the quiet charm (The Magician).He uses what he has — his words, music, humor, depth — to build a connection. Like “I wrote this lyric, made this playlist, thought of you” kind of guy. Not in a cringey way — in a very Chan way.

That’s cozy energy(Four of Wands ).If he starts inviting you into his routine, opening up about his safe spaces, or including you in little celebrations (even dumb ones like “yay we finished practice”), that’s his way of saying “you matter.”

Once he’s sure? He doesn’t wait anymore. He’ll make a move — or at least start being more obvious. It’s like: “I thought about this, I waited, and now I’m clear — I want you.”That shift from “maybe he likes me?” to “oh okay this is something real” happens fast.

Chan bags someone by being reliable, warm, and intentional — with a touch of mystery. He won’t love-bomb, but he’ll build something that lasts. He wants to love in a way that feels safe, warm, and lasting. If you’re not paying attention, you’ll miss the signs. But if you are? You’ll see a love that’s been growing the whole time. He’s both the strong foundation and the soft-hearted protector. It’s the kind of love that feels safe, deep, and real… even if it takes a second to fully bloom.

[thealternateuniverse]

The Arrangement Part I

Yugyeom x Reader

Hi! I'm back! Sorry for being inactive. Here's a little Yugyeom AU. And I promise to continue other Got7 fics.

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Don’t wait for me. I won’t be coming home tonight.

You sighed as you read your husband’s text. With a weary flick, you turned off the stove and slipped off your apron.

“Looks like it’s just you and the fridge again,” you muttered to the meal you had cooked.

What did you expect from an arranged marriage? It’s been almost two years now, and yet living with Yugyeom still feels like sharing space with a stranger. You never hoped for romance, but maybe just maybe you thought you’d find a friend in him. Someone to talk to. Someone he comes home to. But the days pass by, and the silence in your house only grows heavier.

You barely see each other only at family dinners or company events where your presence is required. This wasn’t how you pictured marriage, with Yugyeom or anyone. You never dreamed of becoming a trophy wife.

With another sigh, you asked the maids to pack up the dinner. Then you headed upstairs to change, texting your best friend to say you were coming over and bringing food. The house felt too empty to stay in.

Bitch, where the hell is your husband?

You shook your head at Samantha’s reply. She had developed a healthy amount of hostility toward Yugyeom over time. You, on the other hand, had grown numb. The truth was, you and Yugyeom never had a relationship to begin with. Still, you had tried to build one, extended small bridges that he never crossed. He always kept his distance, and eventually, you stopped trying.

Busy.

That was all you texted back before tossing your phone aside and slipping on your shoes. You told the maids you were heading out—didn’t bother informing your husband. It wouldn’t matter anyway.

You picked up the packed food and the bottle of wine you'd chosen from the cellar earlier. On your way to Samantha’s, you called your lawyer to schedule a meeting for next week.

“Babe, come with me to Athens,” Samantha said, swirling her wine with flair. “It’s better than moping in that sad-ass mansion.”

“I’m not moping,” you said, a little too fast.

She shot you a look. That really? kind of look.

“Girl, you sit around all day like a good little wife, waiting for her husband to come home. That’s not you. Where’s the fun, driven version of you? Let her out of the basement.”

She had a point. Marriage had changed you. You quit your job, stopped seeing your friends, and barely went out unless it was for one of your husband’s events. Samantha hated it. Hated what you’d given up for someone who couldn’t even be bothered to try.

“I’m honestly shocked you’re still hanging on,” she added, shaking her head. “The you I knew wouldn’t have lasted a year in this bullshit.”

You didn’t have an answer. Maybe you were still hoping. Hoping one day Yugyeom would open up. That he’d finally see you.

Samantha narrowed her eyes. “Don’t tell me...”

“What?” you asked, wary.

“Are you still punishing yourself? Trapping yourself in this marriage because of her?”

You looked away, lips pressed into a tight line.

“Oh my god, Y/N,” she said, softly now. “It was never your fault.”

You couldn't help but bite your lip, your mind drifting back to what happened three years ago.

If only you hadn’t listened to your stubborn sister… maybe she’d still be here. Maybe you wouldn’t be trapped in this marriage, enduring this cold indifference. Catherine was the one who was supposed to marry Yugyeom not you.

It wasn’t an arranged marriage for them. They had a relationship. Maybe not wildly romantic, but at least there was friendship, history something real. They had agreed to marry with open eyes, not obligation.

But then, out of nowhere, Catherine got cold feet.

She asked to meet up that day. You didn’t know what her plan was she didn’t offer details, just asked to borrow your car. You hesitated. You needed it that day, and something about the whole situation felt off. Why had she taken the train just to ask for a car? Why in person? But she insisted it would be quick she was meeting someone nearby, she said.

So you gave in.

You had no way of knowing she’d never come back.

The roads were slick that night. She lost control. The brakes failed—or maybe she panicked. Either way, the crash killed her instantly. Cold. Lifeless. Just like that, she was gone.

“It wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t let her take the car,” you whispered to no one. “If anything… it should have been me driving that day.”

Samantha didn’t say anything—just watched as you blinked hard, your eyes fixed on a spot on the floor that wasn’t really there.

“I should’ve driven that day,” you said again, your voice quieter now. “She wouldn’t have crashed. She wouldn’t have died. And I wouldn’t be here, playing house with a man who can barely look at me.”

The truth spilled out like something rotten you’d been keeping down for too long.

“I keep thinking… maybe this is what I deserve. Maybe I’m supposed to live the life she left behind. Like some kind of penance.”

Sam sat up straighter, setting her glass down. “Y/N, stop.”

But you didn’t.

“Her wedding. Her house. Her husband. I took all of it. And you know what the worst part is? I said yes. When his parents came after the funeral grieving, trying to salvage something from the wreck I said yes. I didn’t even fight.”

“You were in shock,” Sam said gently. “You were grieving. You weren’t thinking straight—”

“I was guilty,” you interrupted. “I still am.”

There was a long pause. The kind that made your chest ache.

Sam reached over and took your hand, her grip firm.

“Listen to me,” she said. “You didn’t take her life. You loved her. You did what you thought was right in the moment and yeah, maybe it wasn’t perfect. But living in misery for the rest of your life won’t bring her back. It won’t undo anything.”

Her voice cracked just slightly. “You’re not honoring her by disappearing, Y/N. You honor her by living.”

That broke something inside you.

Not a loud crack, but a quiet, devastating shift like a glass breaking under water.

You didn’t respond. You just sat there, breathing, hand still in hers, trying to remember the last time someone held on like this.

“I don’t know what’s up with your husband,” Samantha said, shaking her head. “Why would he agree to marry you if he can barely look at you? You could’ve spared each other the misery by not agreeing to your shared insanity. What do you even want from him?”

You stared at her, but you didn’t have an answer. You never really had one.

For years, you didn’t know what you wanted from Yugyeom only that you were the one who stood in your sister’s place. You weren’t even sure if Catherine truly wanted this life, or if she was simply trying to do the right thing. But you?

You wanted him to feel something. To show anger. Grief. Blame. You wanted him to look at you and hate you, so at least you’d know he cared.

Instead, he gave you nothing. Not warmth. Not cruelty. Just polite indifference.

“I think… I just wanted him to scream at me,” you said quietly. “Blame me. Tell me I’m the reason she’s gone. I wanted to be punished, I guess. Instead, he treats me like I’m invisible. Like I don’t even exist.”

You let out a bitter laugh, more exhale than sound.

“I thought maybe if he hated me, it would make sense. This whole twisted mess. But this... silence? It’s worse.”

Samantha didn’t speak right away. She just stared at you, eyes softening as the pieces finally fit.

“You wanted to carry the guilt,” she said. “But he won’t let you.”

You nodded, eyes glassy. “And I don’t know who I am without it.”

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It was almost midnight.

You didn’t go straight home. Instead, you found yourself at the beach, sitting barefoot in the cool sand, sipping the last of the wine you'd brought. The wind curled around you, biting at your skin, but the alcohol was a slow, blooming warmth in your cheeks.

You stared into the darkness, listening to the rhythmic slap of waves against the shore. The world felt vast and indifferent and somehow, that comforted you.

You tilted the wine bottle back, but nothing came out. You squinted at it, gave it a shake, even flipped it upside down.

“Oh, shit,” you muttered with a groan.

You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled beneath you. The wine had definitely caught up. You giggled as you plopped back down, giving up on grace and sobriety altogether.

“Sometimes,” you slurred softly, “I hate you, Catherine. For leaving us like that.”

You picked at the sand beside you.

“We could’ve been in Greece right now... or Italy. Cabo. Ibiza. I don’t know. Anywhere but here. You didn’t have to get married. I don’t even know why you wanted to. And then you get cold feet and—”

You paused.

“—and die on us.”

A chuckle slipped out, humorless and cracked. Probably the wine.

You leaned back, arms stretched wide, dress forgotten, letting the sand cling to silk and skin. The stars above didn’t blink. The sky didn’t judge.

“I’m just gonna sleep here tonight,” you murmured. “My husband doesn’t even talk to me. Doesn’t even see me. Marriage sucks.”

You exhaled, a long breath you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“I’m sorry, Cath,” you whispered. “But I think I’m going to divorce him.”

The words felt final, and strangely light.

“He’s a good man... I think? He deserves someone better. Not the crazy, twisted version of me.”

You closed your eyes.

And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel numb. You felt tired. Human. Honest.

"Happy Anniversary, I guess" 

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