#Sunhee go

[sunnink]

heaven sent !!             : closed starter for @oopsis 🪽

            "  i  didn't  expect  to  find  anyone  else  lurking  up  here.  "  the  girl  remarks  casually,  knees  drawn  up  to  her  chest,  her  back  nestled  against  the  wall.  she  reaches  into  her  body  bag  for  her  ever-reliable  case  and  zippo  lighter,  lighting  a  stick  with  ease.  smoke  curls  from  her  lips  as  she  exhales,  sneaking  a  sideways  glance  at  him.  handsome,  definitely  a  little  younger,  though.  "  so,  is  this  your  secret  hideout  or  something  ?  my  bad  if  i  crashed  the  party.  "

[lucidrims]

˖  ࣪  .  ࿐  ♡  ˚  .  sunhee  coming  thru  for @beforelove !

            "  i  heard  you  were  feeling  sick  today,  so  i  thought  i  would  make  you  some  soup.  "  sunhee  raises  the  paper  bag  she  had  in  hand,  appearing  in  front  of  the  other  in  their  apartment,  "  i  can't  promise  it'll  taste  good,  but,  i  tried.  "

[lucidrims]

            it  fills  her  heart  with  warmth  that  despite  everything,  yongguk  had  always  been  kind  and  understanding  with  her.  having  grown  up  in  an  environment  where  that  was  but  a  privilege  to  get  from  the  people  around  her  who  were  supposed  to  be  her  pillars  of  strength,  she  wishes  she  had  the  right  words  then  to  say  to  show  her  appreciation  for  him.  though  coming  up  empty  in  the  moment,  all  she  could  do  was  flash  a  smile  before  biting  into  the  ice  cream  sandwich  in  her  hand.  "  i  can  go  all  mma  fighter  on  people  in  seconds,  trust.  "  as  if  she  needed  to  prove  herself,  as  yongguk  has  been  there  front  row  to  some  of  the  times  she's  gotten  into  fights.  the  query  that  followed  cause  her  lips  to  part  as  it  hits  her,  she  has  been  missing  letting  loose.  with  the  past  few  months  spent  doing  whatever  her  boyfriend  liked  doing  -  from  going  to  boring  dinner  parties  where  all  people  talked  about  was  how  much  money  they  were  making  to  staying  in  at  night  watching  movies,  the  more  time  she  spends  away  from  that  connection  and  with  yongguk,  the  more  sunhee  finds  herself  returning  to  her  old  self  again.  "  i'm  going  to  be  real,  "  she  pauses,  swallowing  a  little,  "  i  do,  i  really  do.  i've  been  living  such  a  monotonous  life  lately  that  i'm  starting  to  feel  .  .  restless  ?  if  you  know  what  i  mean.  and  who  better  to  do  that  with  than  you,  right  ?  "  one  corner  of  her  lips  twist  into  a  grin,  a  mischievous  glint  in  her  eyes  to  match  the  expression  on  the  other's  face.

      there  was  never  a  right  time  to  confess  how  he  truly  felt  with  her,  since  the  timing  was  always  off.  whether  they  were  immersed  in  having  fun  and  just  enjoying  each  others  company,  making  him  scared  that  he'd  be  ruining  that  precious  friendship  the  two  of  them  had  developed  together.  it  was  definitely  an  evil  circle  they  found  themselves  in,  unable  to  spin  out  of  it.   "  then  you're  lucky  because,  i  don't  think  i've  ever  been  disappointed  in  you  ~  "   granting  her  side  with  a  gentler  nudge  with  elbow,  just  to  ensure  she  knew  he  was  only  joking  around,  her  serious  tone  of  voice  making  him  a  tad  bit  surprised.   "  that's  true,  there's  a  little  fighter  hidden  within  you,  isn't  there  ?  "   having  then  joined  her  on  the  raised  pavement,  stretching  legs  out  in  front  of  him,  while  he  rested  backwards  with  a  hand  flat  on  the  ground  behind  them,  slightly  facing  sunhee.   "  we  just  talked  about  you  fighting  people,  and  now  you  wanna  find  a  dive  bar  ?  tell  me  sunhee  ...  "   sentence  started,  leaning  slightly  forward  then  to  narrow  the  distance  between  the  two,  mischievous  smirk  toying  at  the  ends  of  his  lips.   "  have  you  missed  letting  lose  ?  "   many  times  they  hung  out,  it  consisted  of  them  going  from  bar  to  bar,  enjoying  multiple  drinks  so,  he  was  now  sure  sunhee  missed  not  just  staying  in  anymore.

[taevescence]

Oops! I'm The MC

Summary: Your life had always been quiet; you worked in a small coffee shop downtown, lived in an average apartment with your roommate, Sunhee, and spent most of your free time playing random online games, one of your biggest obsessions being Love.exe, a new otome game that everyone was talking about and, well, you didn't want to miss it, much less after seeing the 7 main characters and their routes. Valentine's day was approaching and, with it, a super romantic special; you were promised roses, chocolates, love and a bit of spice, but what did you get? A stupid bus crash that led you -somehow- to enter the world of Love.exe, where every single thing you did affected your relationship with those seven beautiful guys, and from where you definitely need to escape as soon as possible. Author’s note: I promise, from the bottom of my heart, that this will be the last thing I post before continuing with GAS? :( nothing is confirmed, but I plan to upload it by Valentine's Day (it all depends on how well I manage my time) Until then, I'll be posting little previews as I go along. That's all, bye bye! P.S.: Thanks to the wonderful @kooktrash for inspiring me to do this with her story Rewriting Love, it's really good, please read it! Pairing: OT7 x Reader AU: Otome!AU

[mqriuss]

kpop idol au yuzuha x fem idol!reader (Part 2)

jesus christ there's not a lot of you but i expected like two people to read my rambling BUT IM GLAD THE FEW OF YOU THAT READ IT ACTUALLY LIKED THE KPOP IDOL YUZUHA so here's more !!

part 1

i can't keep calling the character's members of your group/your group member/yuzuha's group members, so we need to give them names!!!

... i sat here for like 5 minutes i can't think of group names SO let's just move on to member's names lmao (feel free to give me group name ideas!)

your group members:

you

eunjung

sunhee

miyoung

hyunjae

yuzuha's group members:

yuzuha

haeun

haejung

yunhee

kyungmi

ok now that that's out of the way

your fans love it when you and yuzuha's groups make a comeback at the same time cuz that means they get sooo much interactions during the promotion era.

like music shows are so fun. the fans and shippers are so well fed bc you and yuzuha are (suspiciously) close with each other, the amount of photos and videos you have together are endless. and i haven't watched these in a while but you know when idols like vlog themselves for their youtube channel? yeah, best believe yuzuha will always appear on your group's channel and vice versa.

"oh, and there's y/n," sunhee says, panning the camera over to you. you were eating a snack while getting your hair done before your performance. looking over to the camera sunhee held, you did a little wave. then someone else's head pops into view, "yuzuha is here too for some reason," sunhee snickers, knowing exactly why she's here.

"hey, guys! lemme borrow y/n for a sec, okay?" yuzuha grins, waving at the camera.

username01: sunhee sounds like she knows something we dont

→ username02 replied: it's like i can hear her smile from behind the camera lmao

also, don't forget the tiktok challenges! with every comeback, each of your group's fans are always always expecting the two of you to make tiktoks with each other's new songs.

username01: chat it's been days why haven't we gotten a single y/nzuha tiktok challenge

username02: if we don't get y/nzuha doing each others' tiktok chalenges i will seriously end it all

username03: my theory is that y/n and yuzuha fought over something so it's taking them long to make a tiktok

→ username04 replied: NO WAY they were interacting just fine on the recent show

→ username05: you may never know, idols are good at faking smiles

yet here you sat with yuzuha on the inkigayo stairs, laughing together when she showed you the comments your desperate fans were making.

"oh my god, you're right! they literally expect it from us now," you say in between laughs. it's no wonder this was how fans reacted—i mean, you two were always one of the first to post tiktok challenges. so you purposely tried to mess with the fans by giving them absolutely no content this time around to see if they'll notice.

and like, what were you expecting? of course they'll notice!

y/nzuha shippers are the worst because they genuinely feel like their ship is real. like gayer and realer than any other kpop ship out there, and you and yuzuha feed into it so much. even though you were rivals, this shipping thing is actually beneficial to both of your groups. almost all of your group's fans are also fans of yuzuha's group and vice versa bc of your ship. your duo with yuzuha is even more popular than the duos in your respective groups.

ok anyways, so you and yuzuha finally get up and decide to make some tiktoks together and you decided—after depriving your fans of y/nzuha content, you were going to release ALL the tiktoks you made that day. two of them were your group's respective tiktok challenges, then there was like one thirst trap, two of the tiktoks were like those couple trends—yes your fans went crazy and that is an understatement, and then another random tiktok dance challenge.

username01: they disappear for days AND THEY COME BACK WITH A FEAST

username02: y/nzuha nation, how does it feel to suffer from success?

username03: what the FUCK i was literally just talking about y/nzuha doing this chalenge AND THEY ACTUALLY DID IT... y/n or yuzuha has got to be my oomfs

→ username04 replied: y/n is more likely to be oomf methinks

username05: Y/NZUHA THIRST TRAPPING ON THE OFFICIAL ACCOUNTS SOMEBODY HOLD MY HAND

both you and yuzuha lurk on social media a lot and it's to see the fans reactions to basically anything, you're both hardworking idols—seeing what the fans like and absolutely milking it—in this case, y/nzuha. it's just a cute thing at first like "aw look, yuzuha and y/n used to be on that traumatizing survival show and they're still hanging out and really good friends."

and then it started getting serious like you weren't just a duo anymore, you're a ship. well, you have been since the survival show but with your debuts, you both started getting more fans and as a result, more shippers.

the both of you just look at each other, already plotting different ways to make fans go crazy. your managers had to stop you guys from posting a really really suggestive thirst trap one time, even your members have to give you guys warnings every now and then like you two better cool it!

you also have known for a while now that views aren't really authentic anymore in the kpop industry because of the streaming stuff. your rivalry with her doesn't really show when they announce winners at a music show. but your fans do get a bit of nostalgia when you guys post content together.

username01: this video of yuzuha and y/n is literally just them trying to outsing each other

→ username02 replied: if they ended up in a group together, we could've gotten another girls generation song where every vocalist outsings the other

→ username03 replied: ACTUALLY THO cant we just merge their groups? can they collab already?

or like you know how sometimes, you don't see idols putting in that much energy into each other's tiktok challenges? (no shade btw)

yeah, that could never be you and yuzuha. in every video, fans have noticed you guys have to glance at each other while dancing. giving looks that say "i'm doing your choreo better than you are."

oh your rivalry would also show in variety shows. there isn't really any room for rivalry in terms of music and popularity 'cause you can hardly control how fans view you and if anything, you both are always so supportive of each other's careers. so when you get a chance to go against yuzuha, you take the damn chance.

variety shows are definitely nostalgic for the fans 'cause you two refuse to team up with each other for games unless you were assigned to the same team. fans eat it up so much, there would be so many clips going around on tiktok, instagram and twitter.

while we're on the topic of rivalry, ISAC is a big day for y/nzuha nation.

when everyone finds out yuzuha was the head of the kyūdō club in high school, they're immediately expecting her to win in archery. but you practiced longg and hard to go against her.

now imagine the fans reactions when they find out yuzuha herself helped you train for ISAC lmfaooo

i think that's all the rambling i have for now but here's a bonus: new fans or non-fans of your groups mistake your ship name for y/n x kazuha of le sserafim instead of yuzuha and it's the funniest day on twitter ever. y/nzuha stans attacking them for not knowing it's yuzuha and all 💀

you share a selfie with kazuha after that day for funsies. let's just say, you kinda... sorta... maybe started a little fanwar. but y/n x yuzuha shippers aren't the only ones getting a little jealous. :)

[chosunhee04]

☆𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃☆

𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐀𝐁𝐔𝐒𝐄, 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆. 𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐍𝐈!!

𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐄 didn't have a normal family. She didn’t grow up going out to dinner, arcades, hanging out with friends. Most days were spent inside, cooking dinner or hiding in her room from her parents screaming fights. Not that that blocked out much of the noise anyway.

She was smart in school. All her teachers praised her. But none had the heart to point out the purple bruises on her skin when it came to swim class. Some students pointed them out and laughed. Others stayed quiet and stayed away from her. Sunhee tried to cover them up. Although, using her mother’s makeup concluded in a consequence, which led to more bruising.

When she turned 13, her parents got divorced. It was long, and grueling. Her mom won custody, but Sunhee would rather to move in with her Grandma back in Korea.

Two years later, she sent a letter to her Grandma. Sunhee never asked for much, but when she did, it was small. Never, ‘can I move to Seoul with you?’ And when her Grandma said yes, she left before even telling her mom. Not that her mom noticed.

When arriving in Korea, the thing that kept her sane, just like the past 15 years of her life, was music. She loved singing, writing, and dancing. Although, when she preformed for her school’s talent show, she was criticized for not having well enough Korean, and she didn’t preform as if she was in a girl k-pop group. She fit more of a male group’s criteria.

Upon turning 16, she was scouted in her schools choir by JYP Entertainment. She became a trainee 3 months later.

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𝐭��𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰! 𝐈𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧!

[ethercvl]

open starter for choi sunhee ( artist from the night court ) @ofcourtfablesarchive

sunhee had never really been one to venture far from her home, so finding herself in the dusk court was far from what she could have ever expected. as much as she hated to admit it she was kind of terrified about being in this new place. the only thing she remotely was okay was the fact that there was definitely some pretty scenes that she could paint. scenes that she hadn't seen before. the only thing that hindered her being able to paint any of the scenes she was seeing was that she wasn't able to get back to her studio. sunhee was going to need to find supplies or a studio here if she was going to want to paint at all. "umm, do you by any chance know where an art studio might be?" she asked awkwardly. "or where i could get art supplies?"

[chroniclesofbts]

Break my Walls P.2

Genre: A/B/O, Poly BTS and Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter, eventual smut, slow burn, angst, fluff

A/N: A little filler so you can understand some background. Enjoy!

Namjoon’s POV

Pulling up to the large pack house, Namjoon couldn’t help but notice the lack of people outside of the house. Getting out of the vehicle, he lead his pack to the front door of the Kang Pack. He could sense the nerves of his mates, sending them a look of comfort before her rang the doorbell. Truthfully, the only reason they were there was to support the Choi pack in breaking their support for the Kang pack. He knew that having extra packs would increase the chances of them all leaving without a fight. The Kang Pack has been taking Omegas from surrounding packs to breed. They only accepted Alpha pups, kicking out or killing the omegas and their children that come out as anything but an Alpha.

The front door swung open to reveal Kang Dae himself, reeking of an Omega. He clearly just came back from spending time with one of his omegas.

“Welcome Kim Pack, please come in, let me show you around!” Alpha Dae exclaimed. Unfortunately, they were the first pack to arrive. Meaning they would have to entertain the Alpha until either the Choi pack or Lee pack arrived.

As they walked through the house, they could smell the aroma of fresh baked desserts. One scent in particular sticking out. The pack had made Apple pie, and it was calling to him. Finally, they entered the kitchen, finding the source of the aromas.

“And this is the kitchen!” Alpha Dae exclaimed. In the kitchen were two omegas, one covered in bites, bruises, scratches, and Kang Dae’s scent. She must have been the omega he was with upon our arrival. The other omega was beautiful, shining with innocence but smelling of nerves and fear. If Kang noticed, he didn’t comment on it, praising his packs desserts.

“Thank you for having us on such short notice, The Choi pack has asked for our input on today’s meeting.” I said, hoping to pull the Alpha’s eyes from the poor omega who was shifting her feet with nerves. Glancing through the desserts, I don’t see an apple pie.

“I can’t find Apple pie, Alpha. I was so sure I smelled it in the living room.” Jin said through mind link, his confusion echoing through the bond.

“I can’t see it either, but I can smell it too” I replied, “stay back and take a closer look, maybe it’s in the oven”

Following Kang through the rest of the upstairs, I couldn’t help but notice how there were no omegas.

“It sure is empty in the house, and outside, Alpha Dae. Your pack must have been busy preparing, are they resting now?” I inquired, watching as the man began to fidget.

“Ah- yes! They are, uh, p-preparing for dinner now!” He stuttered nervously, saved from more questions by the doorbell, signaling the arrival of the other packs.

“Sunhee! Show the Kim pack their rooms!” Alpha Dae demanded. Leaving the hallway as soon as she appeared to greet the rest.

“Right this way, Alpha’s” she purred, releasing pheromones. “You’ve been assigned these two rooms, with 2 beds each. They connect through the bathroom there. Don’t forget that you’re our guests, anything you need just let us know. Our Omegas are always on standby” she flirted, leaving when we didn’t respond.

“Hobi, go get Jin, we wouldn’t want for Kang to catch him alone with the Omega.” I said, setting my bags down on the bed.

“Alpha?” Jimin said, placing his hands on my chest. “You seem stressed, is there anything we can do?”

“I can’t get the scent out of my head. I swore they made apple pie. I also can’t understand the dynamic here, everything is so strange. The poor omega in the kitchen was shaking like a leaf and to be offered services from their omegas, how is Kang okay with this?” I breathed out, feeling my stress fade with Jimin’s hands holding me.

Just then, Jin burst through the door, “I know what the smell is!”

I looked up at the excitement on Jin’s face, “What?”

“The omega, she smells like Apples and Cinnamon. I couldn’t tell until I was closer, but it’s her. She smelled so good, but she was so nervous. I tried to compliment her and it just made her scent worse. Am I losing my touch?” Jin threw himself on the bed with his arm over his eyes.

“I’m going to find her” I decide, “everyone else should get ready for dinner”

“Hyung?” Jungkook called, “is she?”

“That’s what I’m going to find out”

“I hope she is, Joon you should have seen all of the desserts she made special for the omegas. There were so many and they smelled so good. I need to learn the recipes.” Jin sighed dreamily, struggling to hold onto his headspace.

I start out the hallway towards the stairs when I run into a small figure. Immediately, apples and cinnamon invade my senses, and I know it is the omega I was searching for. I steady her by the shoulders.

“Woah, sorry Omega, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” I said, making sure she is steady. “My names Namjoon, you were one of the Omegas in the kitchen. Your desserts smelled amazing. Jin said how you had desserts dedicated to Omegas. He was very impressed with your knowledge and variety of desserts.”

“Oh, it’s not often I get to make omega desserts, I had to make as many as I could for my packs omegas to experience” she rambled, freezing and looking up in alarm. Why would she not be allowed to make the desserts? Why did she seem scared that she told me?

“Why-” I start, only to be interrupted by one of her pack members.

“Omega, clothes, now!” He barked. I watched her body move, following his order. I don’t even know her name. I watched her go all the way down the hall before I returned to my pack.

“Oof-“ I don’t even get the door closed before I’m tackled to the ground.

“Jimin! Jungkook! What’s the meaning of this?” I growl.

“You smell like her!” Jimin breathed out. Both of them shoving their faces into my shirt.

“Come on, dinners ready. We don’t want to be late” Taehyung growled, jealous he didn’t get to Namjoon first.

And for the first time, the Kim pack was excited to have dinner with another pack.

[soobjvn]

SPOTLIGHT ✴︎ 005. “ friends? acquaintances? ,,

PREV. TOC. NEXT.

✴︎ cw — smau + written (wc: 0.7k)

✴︎ taglist — @seunghancore @sngleehee @jakeyverse @llvrhee @sakanelli-afc @sincerelyrki @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @darlingz99 @enhaslxt

✴︎ a/n — i think ab those hee pics at least 5 times a day.

YN WAS IN the middle of internally questioning her luck, when her manager, donghyun, snapped her out of her thoughts.

“yn? we’re here.” she didn’t have the energy to give him anything more than a nod—not only because the whole heeseung ordeal was stressful enough, but her managers had so kindly scheduled this meeting for 8am—and she slid out of the car door, looking up at the massive HYBE building in front of her, its height seemingly taunting her and her unfortunate circumstances. her and heeseung’s managers had settled on this location, as it was a safer option than a local coffee shop where they’d likely be spotted by fans.

it was equally as stunning on the inside as it was on the outside, she mentally remarked, as she strode in the door being held open for her. sure, she’d been here before for meetings or to pick up soobin after practice for late night ramen runs, but it never failed to amaze her. CUBE seemed incredibly dull in comparison—and not just physically.

“alright, they said to meet them on the 4th floor… room 407,” donghyun read off from his text messages, giving yn an encouraging smile. the elevator ride felt far too short, yn thought, its ding! a signal they’d arrived, but also that yn was too close to the moment she’d been dreading.

it didn’t take them long to find the room, as a staff member stood outside of room 407, holding its door open and beckoning them inside while offering them coffee. yn accepted it hastily. she would need something to get her through this.

“ah, i’m incredibly sorry,” the staff member who yn assumed to be heeseung’s manager started, sitting across from yn and her manager. “heeseung’s running a bit late this morning. he should be here any minute now.”

really? even when he’s not physically present he still manages to be an inconvenience. yn texted her mental complaints to her group chat and scoffed. but, heeseung’s manager—who introduced herself as sunhee—was correct, and not even two minutes later the man himself rushed into the room, running a hand through his disheveled hair. yn couldn’t help but laugh at the idea that his tardiness may have been the result of his photoshoot she’d seen pictures from on his twitter earlier.

“i’m so sorry,” he began, taking the seat directly across from yn. “i hope you weren’t waiting too long?” he was speaking to her and her manager, but that didn’t stop him from keeping his eyes locked solely on yn.

“no worries, we just arrived.” heeseung visibly relaxed then, nodding at donghyun’s words.

“oh, good,” he smiled, folding his hands properly on the table. “it’s nice to see you, yn.”

“yeah, you too.” yn leaned back casually, her arms crossed.

what is up with him and his staring? she watched him as his eyes observed her face, as if she was a specimen he had to study. he let his eyes drop only momentarily to the rest of her, a notion that didn’t go unnoticed by yn. creep.

“well,” donghyun began after introducing himself to heeseung. “i hear there’s some… discord between the two of you?”

“yes.”

“not really.”

they spoke their conflicting answers simultaneously, making their managers exchange confused glances. yn gave heeseung a stern look, but the look he gave her in return was nothing but playful.

“to clarify, she doesn’t like me.” heeseung’s grin grew as he watched yn visibly swell with frustration.

“for valid reasons.”

“such as?”

“do you want a list?”

“i don’t think i’m that awful, yn.”

“well, heeseung, maybe you should rethink that.”

“hm, you’re cute when you’re angry.”

he cannot be serious.

“heeseung, i swear—”

“okay!” sunhee clapped her hands together, casting donghyun a concerned look, but he only laughed.

“ah, i think i see what’s going on here.” he twirled the pen in his hand. he gave sunhee a knowing grin, and she nodded in agreement. whatever nonverbal language this was, yn didn’t like it. “but i digress. our goal today is to get you two on better terms, but obviously we have some ways to go…”

“definitely.” sunhee sighed, stirring her coffee.

“hey, not my fault,” heeseung chimed in, raising his hands defensively, and it took everything in yn not to throw her latte on his face. “come on, let’s just be friends, yn, hm?”

“no.”

“acquaintances?”

“no.”

“well, i tried.” he combed his hair with his fingers again, keeping eye contact that yn hated to admit made her stomach churn. she could certainly admit he was an asshole, but to call him anything less than gorgeous would simply be a lie.

yn sighed, sipping her drink. this is going to be a long meeting.

— soobjvn 𐙚⊹

[cr4shc0urse]

INTRODUCTION

hiii again, this is my (duha) second muse bae sunhee ('96, she/they), guitarist of last light & family disappointment. like i mentioned in my other intro, you can like this post if you're interested in plotting a thread with her (feel free to choose between her or taejun hehe)! i'm down to pre-plot something established or go off of chem. sunhee in particular is more open ended since she wasn't present on set as much, but she definitely gets around, so there's a decent chance they've already into each other off set or will see her around now (threat).

fun fact: she did, in fact, rent out her own studio to get drunk & high in while she was supposed to be helping her bandmates get the album together for the movie. this comes during her tailspin after her father's unexpected passing, which happened to break news around the same time their band is signed for the soundtrack, so her fallout with that collided spectacularly with their film involvement.

TOP 3 SONGS CREDITED TO BAE SUNHEE

"late bloom" - performed by last light, lyrics credited under sunhee's name. the lyrics allude to a narrator who has taken too long to realize their feelings for a girl, likening the realization to a flower's late bloom.

"friends in high places" - performed by last light, lyrics credited under sunhee's name. the lyrics play on the notion of having "friends in high places," though instead of it referring to having friends with social/political power, it refers to friends who are better-adjusted and in "higher" places in life.

"so anyway" - released as an unofficial recording on her personal twitter account in september 2024. a slow, dissonant rock, considered a departure from last light's sound but not entirely from her personality. the lyrics are through the perspective of someone talking to objects in their apartment as they're moving out.

TIMELINE

born to her loving parents bae jungho & bae heejin. they separate on amicable terms when she's 2, and they remain such responsible parents about it that later on, sunhee can't really point the cause of her neuroses towards a fractured family.

she just happens to become closer with her father. her mother is a decorated researcher and travels frequently for conferences, so sunhee grows up mostly with her dad. bae jungho is a retired classical musician, who was once a child prodigy. not a huge name with the normies, but definitely in the classical music world.

there are great expectations for sunhee at a young age, but again, her parents are remarkably responsible and remind her, over and over, that she can be anything she wants, that she can take her time, that she's allowed to make mistakes. sunhee thinks that's easy to say for people who are born gifted & so effortless about their contributions to Society. despite her parents' joint nurturing, she grows up troubled and constantly feeling like she's running out of time to be remarkable.

her father was a prodigy at 12. at 21, sunhee is sneaking out to rock concerts and hooking up with girls with cool guitars, pretending she doesn't care that she's probably disappointing her parents. she doesn't. they remind her constantly that they could never be disappointed in her, so. so.

the band saves her, in a way. gives her accountability, something to be responsible for that isn't just her hungover self. she latches, but soon her self sabotaging streak rears its ugly head.

at 27, her father passes. he leaves her most of his fortune, a nice little nest egg that's supposed to help her pursue her dreams. to his dying breath, he's a good father.

sunhee uses that money to rent the studio.

she still has it rented to her name to this day. she's had a piano brought in since; she's been starting to get back into piano again, as a side project from the band. sometimes, when she crashes out in the studio, she swears she can hear her father's favorite pieces playing. like he used to before, they help lull her to sleep.

IMPRESSIONS ON & OFF SET

whenever she visited the set, she gave the impression of being in a hurry. if you asked if she was busy, she would bluntly but honestly tell you no. she seemed unaware of the brusque nature she gives off.

off set, she's unfortunately a cliche of a troubled rockstar hurtling towards self destruction. sunhee seems aware of that, though. the bad publicity doesn't get to her --- not because she doesn't care, but because she seems to already know everything they say as a fact about herself.

makes friends fast, lets herself lose them fast.

abides by two adages: 1) people can't be disappointed in you if you set their expectations low from the beginning, and 2) no one really knows what the fuck they're doing with their lives, and the best you can do is sometimes go in and out of each other's and help make it good for a little while. you don't live the kind of life that people would want to end up in. if people go, then it's for the better, especially for them.

feels weirded out about everyone's reactions to this "curse." to her, she didn't experience anything, bc she just chalked up the "hearing your dead dad play piano to you" as part of her grief at the time. very steven crain from hill house the show about it, outspoken about the very real possibility that maybe they are all just psychologically troubled, not haunted.

CONNECTIONS

in place of a plots page for now, here are some pre-established connections she can have if anyone's interested:

closed. (fem locked, 27+ locked) regular fwbs who started seeing each other after the movie. sunhee is pretty strict about having no strings attached, but this might be the longest genuine connection she's had with someone (read: she doesn't immediately turn around and walk away when she sees them in a public setting). it's a little weird now that they'll see each other regularly, but they're both gotten good at ignoring everything else in favorite of a quick thrill.

(fem locked, 27+ locked) childhood friends, potentially a first love. i would love if this connection formed when they were younger and sunhee was less of a wreck as she is now. she would've been sweet on muse, though ultimately her personality would have never allowed her to actually pursue it. they reconnected at some point during the 2024 filming, but time has changed their dynamic --- we could plot out exactly how it did. ideally i'd love for the love that sunhee had for this muse to have transcended romantic love by now, and instead this muse just holds a special place in sunhee's heart. she'd be rather protective of them in present day.

a lyrical muse. one of the many inspirations for a song that sunhee wrote for their band...but inspiration can take so many forms. i'd love if this muse actually inspired one of her angriest songs LMAO, out of a pure hatred (onesided or mutual).

an "apprentice." apprentice is a loose term here. this muse would be someone, likely younger, who either has an interest in music, last light, or just thinks sunhee is cool in general (oh god). unfortunately, sunhee is not a good influence and regularly exposes muse to partying, alcohol, drugs, and other generally unsavory practices.

(25+ locked) a mutual bad influence. someone who shares a fascination in seeing just how bad things can get. they fuel each other's self destructive tendencies, are the worst enablers of their worst habits...but also find a weird companionship in waking up absolutely shitfaced from it together afterwards. the habit only picks up now that they're on this reunion together.

a stranger who knows you too well. they crossed paths during one of sunhee's crashouts post-filming. emotions were running high for both of them, and maybe they ended up almost or for real getting into trouble together that night, but it ended in them having an unexpected heart-to-heart about the things they were going through at the time. part of the reason they let their guards down was because both assumed they'd never see each other again after that, but, well...here they are now, still carrying around those little broken pieces of each other's hearts nbd.

fellow family disappointments. nursing any feelings of guilt, doom, fatalism, nihilism, or anything of the like? sunhee wants to hash it out over some alcohol --- or not. are they as emotionally stunted as her? that's okay, let's bring on the alcohol anyway.

"roommate." the one she's sharing a bathroom with for this trip... this is open to anyone and doesn't have to be pre-plotted, but if you DO want to plot smth specific involving them being neighbors then just let me know. :]

[raya-04]

Upon A Star | PJM ☆ 2

Story summary: Nineteen-year-old Y/n debuts as an idol under Hybe Entertainment, only to find her almost-boyfriend, BTS’s Park Jimin, is under the same company. Their painful “breakup” two years ago, driven by misunderstandings and trainee pressures, left unresolved feelings. As Y/n navigates her new life in the spotlight, she frequently encounters Jimin during rehearsals and events, sparking media speculation and fan rumors. Forced to confront their past, they struggle to remain professional while deciding whether to rekindle their romance or move on, all amidst the demands of their careers.

Pairings: jiminxreader

Genres: series, fluff, angst, smut, idol au

Word Count: 10.1k

A/N: Sorry for the long wait! I’ve been trying to perfect this chapter since I tried to make it longer than the first. I’m carefully choosing the direction I want this story to go and I really hope you can enjoy it! Happy New Year! <3

Y/n

The tension in the HYBE conference room felt almost tangible as I followed my group inside, clutching my notepad tightly to my chest. The BTS members were already seated on one side of the long table, their presence intimidating. Haein led the way. As I bowed politely along with the rest of G6ix, my eyes darted toward Jimin, completely against my will.

He sat next to Taehyung, his posture effortlessly relaxed, though his fingers tapped lightly on the table—a subtle tell I’d learned to recognize back when I knew him better than anyone. His gaze shifted briefly toward me, but I quickly looked away, my pulse spiking.

“Please, take your seats,” one of the staff members gestured, breaking the moment. I slid into a chair between Haein and Sunhee, forcing myself to focus on the large screen at the front of the room as the meeting began.

“This meeting is to finalize the details of the upcoming game show,” the staff member said, their voice clear and authoritative. “We’ve crafted a structure that highlights the talents of all groups involved, while leaving room for organic moments that fans will love. This is a significant opportunity for G6ix to showcase your individuality and dynamic as a group.”

My stomach flipped as they continued. I knew how important this was, and I wanted to do well. Still, I couldn’t shake the awareness of Jimin sitting just a few feet away, the memory of his voice and laugh echoing in my mind.

The staff began outlining the segments—quiz rounds and performances. My pen moved mechanically, jotting notes, but my brain was elsewhere until a particular announcement snapped me back to attention.

“And for another performance segment,” the staff continued, “Jimin and Y/N will share a duet. Both of you are known for your stage presence, and your styles are incredibly complementary. We believe this pairing will make for an unforgettable performance. And we’ve been experimenting with arrangements, and the blend of your voices is striking—almost like they’re made for each other.”

The words hit me like a tidal wave. Made for each other. My heart stuttered in my chest, a bittersweet ache spreading through me. I could feel Haein glance at me out of the corner of her eye, her silent concern obvious, but I didn’t look at her. I couldn’t. Not with my thoughts spiraling and the knot in my stomach tightening by the second.

Jimin remained still, his face unreadable. If he had any reaction to the comment, he hid it well. My eyes dropped to my notepad, where I’d unconsciously scribbled over the same line three times. I focused on breathing evenly, on keeping my face neutral as the staff continued to outline the remaining segments.

Namjoon’s voice cut through the quiet, steady and thoughtful. “How much creative freedom will we have with the performances? Especially for the duets and collaborative stages?”

The staff nodded, smiling. “We’re open to suggestions and will provide support where needed, but we want to showcase your natural chemistry and artistry. That’s what the fans want to see.”

Natural chemistry. I nearly laughed, but I swallowed the impulse. The room moved on, but I was stuck in my head, unable to stop replaying those words.

The staff handed out thick packets of papers, their energy brisk and professional. “These are the arrangements and lyrics for each duet,” one of them explained, distributing the sheets down the table. “We’ve selected songs that not only highlight your vocal ranges but also bring out the most emotion and storytelling from each pairing.”

I barely registered the weight of the paper as a packet was placed in front of me, my fingers fumbling to open it. Haein, sitting beside me, leaned over slightly, her curiosity clear. I glanced at the top of the page, the song title bold and underlined: “Eternal Ties.”

I swallowed hard, my eyes flickering over the first few lines of the lyrics. The song was a emotional ballad, full of delicate metaphors about love that endures despite distance and time. Lines like “Your name lingers in my silence” and “Even when I turn away, your shadow stays” felt like needles threading into my chest. The melody was written to be soft yet powerful.

“Y/N and Jimin,” the staff member said, pointing to us with a smile. “We thought this song would be perfect for you two. The way your voices complement each other will give it the emotional weight it deserves.”

Perfect. Emotional weight. I couldn’t tell if they were joking or oblivious. My throat felt dry as I glanced across the table, almost involuntarily, and caught Jimin reading the lyrics with a tight expression. He didn’t look up, but the tension in his jaw was enough to tell me he felt it too.

Haein’s subtle nudge under the table brought me back to reality. “You okay?” she whispered, her voice low so no one else could hear.

I nodded stiffly, forcing my face into something resembling calm. “Yeah,” I murmured, though my grip on the papers betrayed me. The edges crumpled under my fingers, but I didn’t dare let go.

“Let’s talk later,” Haein said, her tone leaving no room for argument. She leaned back in her chair, pretending to skim her own packet, but I knew she was still watching me.

“Now, this duet,” the staff continued, gesturing at the screen where the lyrics were displayed for everyone to see, “is about two people longing for each other despite circumstances pulling them apart. It’s tender, it’s heartbreaking, and it’s beautiful. We’re counting on you two to bring that story to life.”

I wanted to laugh, but the weight in my chest pressed it down. The irony was suffocating. This wasn’t just a duet; it was a reenactment of everything I thought I’d buried.

Jimin finally looked up then, his eyes meeting mine across the table. His gaze was steady, but there was something unspoken behind it, something vulnerable that mirrored my own turmoil. It was like looking into a mirror.

Forcing myself to look away, I focused on the lyrics again, though the words blurred together. The staff moved on, discussing other duets and arrangements, but I couldn’t hear them. My mind was stuck on the lines I’d just read. The words that felt like they’d been written from the pages of our shared history.

When the meeting ended, I gathered my things quickly, desperate to escape the room. But as I stood, the packet still clutched tightly in my hand, Jimin’s voice stopped me in my tracks.

“Y/N.”

I turned slowly, my heart pounding. His expression was calm, unreadable, but his eyes carried the weight of everything we weren’t saying.

“Looks like we’ve got our work cut out for us,” he said, his voice measured.

“Yeah,” I replied, forcing a small smile. “It’ll be… a challenge.”

His lips twitched as if he wanted to say more, but instead, he just nodded. “See you at rehearsals.”

I nodded back, watching as he walked away, the unspoken tension between us as thick as ever. The lyrics in my hand felt heavier now, each word a reminder that some stories don’t stay in the past.

The dorm was unusually quiet when Haein and I got back after the meeting. The other members had scattered—some heading out for errands, others retreating to their rooms. It left just the two of us in the common area, a silence settling over us like a thick blanket. I knew Haein had been waiting, biding her time until we were alone.

She didn’t waste a second once I dropped my bag onto the couch and sank into the cushions. “Alright,” she said, sitting cross-legged on the other end. “Spill.”

I sighed, leaning my head back against the couch. “Spill what?” I tried to deflect.

“You know what,” she said, her voice softer but unrelenting. “You froze up in that meeting. And the looks you and Jimin kept giving each other.”

I winced, scrubbing my face with my hands. “Was it that obvious?”

“To me? Yes. To everyone else? Probably not. But you can’t keep carrying this around without talking about it. What’s going on, Y/N?”

I exhaled slowly, staring up at the ceiling like it might have answers for me. “I don’t know, Haein. I just… I don’t know how I’m going to do this.”

“Do what?” she pressed, her tone gentle. “Be around him?”

“Yeah,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I thought I’d moved past it. I really did. But today, being in the same room as him, hearing them talk about pairing us up like it’s some perfect match—it brought everything back. And now I’m supposed to stand next to him, sing with him, dance with him, look at him like…” My voice broke slightly, and I shook my head. “I don’t know how I’m going to manage it without falling apart.”

Haein didn’t say anything at first, letting the silence stretch between us. When she finally spoke, her voice was careful, deliberate. “You don’t have to pretend it doesn’t hurt. But, Y/N, you also don’t have to let it control you. You’ve faced him before. You’ll face him again. And you’re stronger than you think.”

I looked at her, my chest tightening. “But it’s not just about facing him. It’s the way he looks at me, like there’s something unresolved. Like he’s still waiting for something.”

“Is that really a bad thing?” Haein asked gently.

I blinked, taken aback. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, maybe it’s okay to acknowledge that there’s still something there. Even if it’s just… unfinished business. You don’t have to figure it all out right now. You just have to get through this.”

I wanted to argue, to tell her that there was nothing left to acknowledge. But the truth was, she was right. There was still something there—something I’d buried but hadn’t truly let go of.

“I just don’t want to make a fool of myself,” I admitted. “in front of everyone.”

“You won’t,” Haein said firmly. “You’ve always been the most composed person I know. And if it ever gets too much, you’ve got me. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Her words sank in. I gave her a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Haein.”

She smiled back, reaching over to squeeze my hand. “Anytime. Now, let’s go over those lyrics and figure out how to tackle this without it tackling you first.”

I laughed softly. It didn’t solve everything, but it was a start.

The next three weeks passed in a haze of tension, stolen glances, and tightly wound silence. Rehearsals with Jimin became the most challenging part of my days, not because of the choreography or the song, but because of the invisible wall of unresolved emotions that seemed to hover around us.

Our first rehearsal was stiff, to say the least. He arrived on time, his expression a carefully constructed mask of professionalism. I tried to match his demeanor, keeping my focus entirely on the task at hand. It didn’t stop the awkwardness from settling into every corner of the studio, though.

The dance instructor went through the steps with us, breaking down each movement with an ease that I envied. Every time Jimin and I had to face each other, the air seemed to thicken. When his hand hovered near mine during a partner sequence, I felt my breath involuntarily hitch. I could see the tension in his posture too. The slight hesitation in his movements, the way his eyes darted to mine and quickly away.

By the end of the first session, I was exhausted from holding myself together.

As the days passed, the routine became more familiar, though the awkwardness never disappeared. Some moments were easier than others. Occasionally, we’d exchange a polite comment about a particular move or a note from the vocal coach, but even those interactions felt strained, like we were both trying too hard not to remember.

The lyrics were the hardest part. Singing about longing and love while standing mere feet away from him felt like exposing every inch of my soul. “It’s almost like they were made for each other,” and the words stuck with me like a burr. Jimin had tensed visibly when he heard it, his eyes fixed on the sheet music in front of him, while I pretended not to hear at all.

There were moments when the awkwardness gave way to something quieter, almost tender. During one late-night rehearsal, the studio was dimly lit, the harsh fluorescent lights replaced by softer ones. We were running through the bridge of the song, our voices intertwining in a way that felt too intimate for the space we were in. When the music faded, leaving only the echo of our harmonies, I dared to look at him. For a brief second, his gaze met mine, and there was something unspoken and achingly familiar. But just as quickly, he looked away, and the moment was gone.

By the third week, the embarrassment had dulled, replaced by a resigned sort of acceptance. We were professionals, after all, and we had a job to do. Still, there were nights when I’d leave the studio feeling like I was holding myself together with frayed strings, wondering how long it would be before they snapped.

The others had noticed, of course. Haein was always the first to catch on, giving me subtle looks during rehearsals or nudging me with a knowing glance when I’d retreat into my thoughts. The rest of my group wasn’t far behind. Sunhee had even joked once, asking if the “chemistry” was real or just for show. I’d laughed it off, but inside, I was screaming.

Jimin, for his part, kept things strictly professional. If he was struggling with the same feelings I was, he hid it well. But there were cracks in his composure, tiny moments where his voice would falter or his steps would hesitate. And every time it happened, I wondered if he felt like I did.

By the end of the three weeks, we’d perfected the performance, at least on the surface. Every step, every note was polished to the point of muscle memory. But beneath the surface, the tension remained, a quiet, yet constant reminder of everything we weren’t saying.

As I walked out of the studio after our final rehearsal, I felt an overwhelming mix of relief and dread. The performance was just days away, and I wasn’t sure how I was going to survive standing in front of an audience without completely falling apart. But for now, I’d made it through the rehearsals. And that, at least, was something.

The soft glow of my phone screen was the only light in the room as I turned off the alarm before it could make a sound. 4:00 a.m. The world outside was still cloaked in darkness, and the dorm was quiet. I sat up slowly, the cool air making me shiver as I swung my legs over the side of the bed. Today was the day.

I padded quietly to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face to jolt myself awake. My nerves were already humming, a low buzz in my chest that refused to fade no matter how many deep breaths I took. I couldn’t risk waking the others yet, so I grabbed my sweats and slipped into the kitchen to make tea. The warm mug in my hands was comforting, a small anchor in my swirling sea of thoughts.

By the time the rest of the dorm started to stir, the hair and makeup teams had arrived, filling our living room with an energy that was hectic and exciting. Portable stations with bright lights and mirrors lined the walls, and the smell of hairspray and coffee mingled in the air. The stylists worked on transforming the room into a whirlwind of beauty products and chatter.

“Y/N, you’re up!” Seoyoung, my hairstylist, called out, waving me over to her station. Her cheerful demeanor was a welcome distraction from the nervous pit in my stomach.

I settled into the chair, and she wasted no time, her fingers working quickly through my hair. “We’re going for fairy vibes today,” she said with a smile, her tone full of excitement. “Something magical.”

I nodded, trusting her completely. As she worked, I watched the transformation in the mirror. Loose waves fell around my shoulders, their natural movement enhanced with a gentle curl. She pinned small sections back with sparkling clips that caught the light like tiny stars. The finishing touch was a delicate headpiece, shaped like vines intertwining with tiny pearls. It rested on my head like a crown, subtle yet stunning.

Next, it was makeup. The artist’s brushstrokes were light but deliberate, layering shimmery pinks and white glitters on my eyelids to create an almost otherworldly glow. A soft flush dusted onto my cheeks, and my lips were coated with a subtle, glossy pink. Tiny gems were added at the corners of my eyes, catching the light every time I blinked.

When I looked in the mirror, I barely recognized myself. Ethereal was the only word that came to mind. I looked like I belonged in a dream.

“Alright, time for the outfit,” the stylist said, handing me the garment bag.

Inside was a pale lavender dress that shimmered softly with every movement. The fabric cinched at my waist before flowing out into layers of airy, weightless material that trailed behind me like a cloud. It was detailed with tiny silver accents, giving the whole ensemble a magical feel. I slipped into the dress and paired it with delicate silver heels. When I stood back to look at myself, I felt… transformed.

“Wow, Y/N,” Misun said, walking past me on her way to her own stylist. “You look like you stepped out of a fairytale.”

I smiled shyly, still not entirely used to receiving compliments like that. “Thanks.”

The best part of the morning was spending it with my group members. The atmosphere was chaotic in the best way. Misun and Soomin were playfully arguing over accessories, while Yunhee was attempting to calm Niki down as she paced the room, already stressed about the day ahead.

“I swear, I’m going to trip in these shoes,” Niki said, holding up a pair of heels with a dramatic sigh.

“You’ll be fine,” Yunhee reassured her, barely looking up as her makeup artist added the finishing touches. “Just don’t think about it too much.”

Haein sat next to me, scrolling through her phone while getting her hair curled. She nudged me with her elbow, a small smile on her face. “Feeling okay?” she asked quietly.

I nodded, appreciating the subtle check-in. “It’s better being with you all,” I admitted. “Keeps me from overthinking.”

She grinned. “That’s what we’re here for.”

The morning passed quickly, the lively energy of the group keeping my nerves at bay. For a few hours, I could almost forget about the looming duet with Jimin. Almost. But even as my mind occasionally drifted back to him, I reminded myself that I wasn’t alone. Whatever happened, I had my group members by my side.

The arena was massive, its towering ceilings and maze-like hallways making me feel smaller with every step. As soon as we stepped through the main doors, the buzz of activity hit me like a wave. Crew members darting back and forth, idols moving with their groups, and the faint hum of music echoing from somewhere in the distance. I clutched my bag tightly as we followed a HYBE staff member down yet another hallway, eventually being led to our designated waiting room.

The door closed behind us, muffling the noise from the hallway, and I exhaled a shaky breath. The room was simple. There were a couple rows of chairs, a few tables, and a screen on one wall showing a live feed from the stage. My group scattered around the space, each member settling into their own little corner. Haein and Yunhee claimed a couch in the back, chatting quietly, while Niki immediately began pacing the room, her energy impossible to contain.

I took a seat near the center of the room, feeling the weight of the day settle heavily on my shoulders. My makeup felt perfect, my hair still intact from the hours spent perfecting it earlier, but none of it mattered now. All I could feel was the nervous energy twisting in my stomach.

The earlier meetings with the staff from other companies hadn’t helped. The detailed walkthroughs of the show’s schedule, the reminders about camera angles and “natural interactions,” and the endless list of do’s and don’ts had only amplified my anxiety. The pressure to present myself well, not just for my group but for this industry we were navigating, was suffocating. And then, there was him.

I hadn’t seen Jimin yet, not since the rehearsal earlier this week. But knowing he was somewhere in this building, probably just a few doors down, sent a fresh wave of nerves through me.

“You’re stressed.”

I looked up to find Haein standing in front of me, her hands on her hips. She handed me a bottle of water, her expression both soft and stern. “You’re doing that thing where you overthink everything.”

I sighed, unscrewing the cap. “Am I that obvious?”

“Painfully.” She took the chair next to mine, crossing her legs and leaning back. “We’ve been preparing for weeks. You’re ready. You’ve got this.”

I nodded, taking a sip of the water even though my throat felt too tight. “It’s just… a lot. The cameras, the audience, the other groups…” I trailed off, not wanting to say what was really weighing on my mind.

“Jimin,” Haein said, not unkindly, but directly.

I winced. “Yeah, him too.”

Her voice softened. “Look, I know it’s complicated, but you’re not the same person you were back then. Neither is he. Whatever happens out there, you’re not alone in this.”

I swallowed hard, her words settling somewhere deep in my chest. “Thanks,” I murmured.

She smiled, giving my arm a quick squeeze before standing. “Now, stop sitting here like the world’s about to end. The others are going to think something’s wrong.”

As Haein moved back to join Yunhee, I forced myself to take another deep breath, trying to quiet the storm in my mind. The waiting room was still buzzing with my group’s energy, and I clung to that, letting it ground me.

The screen on the wall flickered to a new camera angle, showing the arena stage being prepped for the opening segment. I watched silently, the magnitude of the event hitting me all over again. It was overwhelming, yes, but there was also a flicker of excitement buried under the nerves.

I wasn’t sure how the day would unfold, but one thing was certain: it was time to face it.

The backstage hallway was a maze of hurried footsteps and buzzing anticipation as the staff guided us toward the stage entrance. My group and I walked in a tight line, the tension between us unspoken. Every breath I took felt too shallow, every step too heavy. The cheers of the audience vibrated through the walls, growing louder with every second, until it felt like they were right in my chest.

“Alright, everyone,” a staff member said, clipboard in hand. “This is it. You’ll walk out with confidence, wave to the crowd, and take your positions. Remember to enjoy yourselves. You’ve all worked hard to be here.”

We nodded in unison, offering polite smiles, but I could feel the collective nervous energy rising. Haein stood beside me, giving my hand a quick, reassuring squeeze before we filed into line. I inhaled deeply, steadying myself.

The host’s voice boomed from the stage, lively and magnetic. “And now, please welcome the stars of tonight’s show! Let’s give it up for some of your favorite groups!”

A deafening roar erupted as we were ushered forward, the stage lights blindingly bright as they cut through the darkened arena. The crowd was massive, a sea of faces and cameras flashing from every angle. My group walked out with smiles plastered on, waving at the audience and trying to exude the poise we’d practiced countless times. My dress, a pale shimmering gown with soft, flowing fabric, caught the light like moonbeams, the fairy concept brought to life.

I kept my head high and my expression calm, but beneath the surface, my nerves were a storm.

And then I saw him.

Jimin was on the opposite side of the stage, standing with BTS. His posture was relaxed but commanding, dressed in an all-white outfit that was both simple and impossibly striking. Our eyes met before I could look away, the moment searing itself into my memory. It was like the world stopped turning, the noise of the crowd falling away until there was only the two of us.

His gaze was steady, his expression unreadable to anyone else, but I knew better. There was a flicker of recognition, something deeper beneath the surface that made my breath hitch. I couldn’t look away even if I wanted to.

The connection between us was undeniable.

The crowd seemed to feel it, too. The arena quieted for just a beat, a ripple of curiosity and wonder moving through the space. It was as if every camera in the room shifted toward us, capturing a moment we hadn’t planned but couldn’t avoid. My cheeks burned, but I kept my composure, turning my attention back to the host.

“Wow, look at this entrance!” the host said, his voice brimming with enthusiasm. “But wait, can we take a moment to appreciate G6ix’s Lee Y/N? Stunning doesn’t even begin to describe it.”

The camera panned to me, and I felt my group step back just slightly to let the spotlight rest on me. My smile faltered before I caught myself.

“She looks like she just stepped out of a fairytale, doesn’t she?” the host continued, his grin widening. “And for those of you wondering, word on the street is there’s a very special performance from Y/N later tonight. We’re all looking forward to that, right?”

The crowd erupted into applause, and I forced myself to keep smiling, though my chest felt tight. The host moved on, introducing the next group, but I couldn’t shake the weight of the moment.

Jimin hadn’t looked away once during the exchange. His gaze lingered on me even as his groupmates laughed beside him. I risked a quick glance his way and caught the smallest flicker of something in his eyes. Admiration, maybe, or something more complicated. Whatever it was, it only added to the storm brewing inside me.

As we moved to our positions for the first segment of the show, I tried to focus on the steps ahead. But the weight of the crowd’s eyes stayed with me, like a thread tying me to a moment I couldn’t undo.

The host’s voice rang out cheerfully as he stepped center stage. “Alright, everyone, it’s time for our first segment of the night. In this round, we’ll ask questions to see which members know the most random facts. Let’s see who’s been paying attention over the years!”

The crowd cheered, and I could feel the anticipation buzzing around me. My group and I exchanged glances as we settled into our chairs on one side of the stage, positioned near BTS and SEVENTEEN. The host began explaining the rules, his energy infectious.

“Each group will nominate one member to answer questions. But don’t think we’ll make it easy; we’ve got some curveballs ready!”

The host’s voice carried over the buzzing crowd, explaining the quiz rules with practiced enthusiasm. My group, G6ix, huddled closer together, our heads bent as we deliberated.

“It has to be you, Y/N,” Haein whispered, her voice urgent. “You’re the best at trivia.”

I shook my head, trying to suppress the wave of nerves that immediately bubbled up. “No way. I’m not going up there.”

Misun gave me a teasing look. “Come on! You’d crush it.”

“And everyone would see how much of a nerd I am,” I shot back, trying to keep my tone light. “Pick someone else.”

“But you’re the best,” Yunhee chimed in with a grin.

I folded my arms stubbornly. “You’re just as good.”

Finally, after some good-natured bickering, we nominated Yunhee. As she walked to the center of the stage, she turned back and called out, “I’ll do my best! Even though we all know Y/N’s the genius of the group.”

The crowd laughed, and I felt a flush creep up my cheeks. I ducked my head, pretending to adjust my earpiece, but I couldn’t stop my gaze from flickering over to where BTS was seated. Jimin caught my eye, his lips quirking up in a small smile that made my heart stutter.

I quickly looked away, focusing on the host as he launched into the first question. But my mind wandered to a distant memory.

Trivia night. Jimin and I sitting cross-legged on the floor of his apartment, surrounded by takeout containers and flashcards we’d made ourselves. He’d always get overly competitive, narrowing his eyes at the most ridiculous questions, while I tried to keep a straight face.

“You’re cheating,” he’d accuse after I answered something obscure like the capital of a tiny, remote island.

“Or maybe I’m just smarter than you,” I’d tease, and he’d retaliate by throwing a fortune cookie at me.

The memory hit me harder than I expected, a sharp pang of longing cutting through the noise around me. I missed that version of us; carefree and untouched by the complexities of our current lives.

A loud cheer from the crowd pulled me back to the present. Yunhee had answered the first question correctly, and my group was clapping and laughing. I tried to focus, but my gaze slipped back to Jimin.

He wasn’t watching the stage. He was watching me.

Our eyes locked again, and this time, neither of us looked away. For a brief moment, it felt like the rest of the room faded, leaving just the two of us and the weight of everything unspoken between us.

Then the host’s voice boomed out, announcing the next question, and the spell broke. I blinked and forced myself to pay attention, even as my thoughts remained tangled in the bittersweet memory of a simpler time and the lingering warmth of Jimin’s gaze.

As the segment wrapped up, the host turned back to the stage. “Well, folks, it looks like G6ix is officially the MVP of this round. Give it up for Yunhee’s incredible memory!”

The applause was loud, and I felt a wave of pride mixed with embarrassment.

“You did great” Haein whispered, leaning close to Yunhee.

My gaze instinctively flickered to Jimin. He was clapping along with the others, but there was something in his expression that caught me off guard. It was fleeting, but it stayed with me, adding to the storm of emotions.

The game show continued, but the weight of that brief glance lingered, impossible to shake.

The bright lights of the stage dimmed as the first group made their way out to perform for the talent showcase. Backstage, the energy was a mix of focused excitement and quiet nerves. Staff members moved around checking costumes and microphones, while the other idols huddled in groups, rehearsing or chatting to keep their minds off the tension.

I stood off to the side, gripping the fabric of my outfit as if it could ground me. My breathing felt uneven, and the sound of the crowd cheering for the group currently performing only made my chest tighten further. The thought of going out there, singing that song with Jimin, was suffocating.

Haein walked over to me, her expression soft with concern. “You good?” she asked, tilting her head as she leaned in closer. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I forced a tight smile and nodded, but my throat felt dry. “Just… nervous. Normal pre-performance stuff.”

Haein wasn’t convinced. “You sure? This doesn’t look like the ‘normal’ you.”

Before I could deflect further, Misun appeared beside us, holding a water bottle in her hand. “What’s going on? You’re pale.”

I hesitated, trying to gather myself, but my emotions betrayed me. My lips trembled, and I felt the burn of tears threatening to spill. I turned to Haein, whispering, “I can’t do this,” before quickly shaking my head as if I could erase the words.

Misun stepped in front of me, her expression shifting to concern. “Y/N, what’s wrong? Talk to us.”

I blinked rapidly, trying to stop the tears from forming, but the dam was breaking. The pressure of the past few weeks, the duet, the weight of unfinished emotions with Jimin—all of it came crashing down at once.

“It’s him,” I finally admitted, my voice cracking. “Jimin.”

Misun looked at Haein, confused. Misun gently guided me to a chair tucked behind a row of equipment. “Okay,” she said softly, crouching down so we were at eye level. “Take a breath and tell us what’s going on.”

The tears spilled over now, and I hated myself for breaking like this when I needed to be strong. “It’s everything,” I started, my voice barely above a whisper. “The song, the rehearsals, seeing him again—it’s too much. I thought I could handle it, but I can’t.”

Haein rubbed my back comfortingly, while Misun’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Wait,” she said cautiously. “Is there something… more between you and Jimin? Like, beyond just rehearsals?”

I hesitated, but the look in Misun’s eyes told me she wasn’t going to let this go. And maybe part of me wanted to finally say it out loud, to stop carrying this weight alone.

“We… we dated,” I admitted, the words tumbling out in a rush. “Back before he debuted. I broke up with him because he was about to debut, and I didn’t think we could handle the distance. But it destroyed me. And now, seeing him, singing this song with him… it’s like I’m reliving all of it.”

Misun’s eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise, nodding in understanding. “That explains a lot,” she murmured. “But Y/N, you’ve been handling this better than you think. The fact that you’ve been able to keep it together this long says a lot about your strength.”

Haein knelt down beside her. “Misun’s right. You’re stronger than you think. And honestly? That connection you two have—it’s not something you can fake. If anything, it’ll make your performance unforgettable.”

I looked between them, my chest still tight but my tears slowing. Their reassurance was comforting, but the weight of what I was about to do still loomed above me. “I just don’t know if I can face him without breaking,” I confessed.

“You don’t have to face him alone,” Haein said firmly. “We’re here for you. And once you step on that stage, you’re singing for all the things you couldn’t say before.”

Misun smiled gently. “Exactly. And if you feel like you’re going to crumble, remember that you’ve already made it this far. You’ve got this.”

Their words wrapped around me like a safety net, and for the first time that day, I felt a flicker of strength. I wiped my eyes carefully, trying not to smudge my makeup, and nodded. “Okay,” I said, my voice steadier now. “I’ll do my best.”

Misun handed me the water bottle I had dropped. “That’s all anyone can ask. Now, drink this, fix your makeup, and show everyone that you’ve got this.”

Haein smiled, standing and offering me her hand. “And remember, no matter what happens, we’re right here.”

I took her hand, standing and straightening my outfit. The nerves were still there, but they didn’t feel as overwhelming. With my group members beside me, I felt like I could handle anything.

The makeup artist worked quickly but gently, dabbing a brush against my face to fix the smudges I’d caused. “Almost done,” she murmured, her tone soothing, as if she could sense the storm brewing inside me. I gave her a small, tight-lipped smile, trying to focus on her precise movements instead of the performance looming over me.

“Perfect,” she said, stepping back and nodding in satisfaction. “You’re good to go.”

I glanced in the mirror, relieved to see my face looking polished again. No signs of the emotional mess from a few moments ago. “Thank you,” I murmured, smoothing down my outfit and slipping on my boots.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallway, accompanied by the hurried chatter of staff. I was trying to steady my breathing when a staff member poked their head into the room, clipboard in hand. “G6ix, you’re up next. We need you all backstage for final details.”

A surge of nerves prickled through me, but I nodded, standing and smoothing the fabric of my outfit. The rest of my members followed, each of us silently carrying the weight of the moment as we made our way to the backstage area.

The sound of the crowd hit us the moment we stepped into the wings—a roar of excitement that seemed to shake the walls. My heart raced as I adjusted my microphone and took one last deep breath.

“Let’s go, girls,” Haein whispered, her voice steady and filled with quiet determination.

The floor was made of LED screens that shifted with every beat of the music, displaying images of soft water filled with koi fish and lily pads. Behind us, the towering screen displayed a glowing castle, its towers piercing a midnight sky illuminated with stars.

The opening notes of our song started, and the lights dimmed, leaving only a soft glow on each of us. The moment felt electric. My nerves melted away as I stepped into the spotlight, the energy of my members surrounding me like armor.

The music picked up, the tempo fast and infectious. Our choreography was sharp, every movement precise. My heart pounded with adrenaline, a thrill that built with every step.

The LED floor beneath us shifted with our movements, golden waves rippling out with every movement. The crowd was captivated, their cheers swelling with every change in formation.

My bridge transitioned seamlessly into the final chorus, and we came together in perfect sync, our voices and movements radiating power. The LED floor beneath us transformed into a sparkling ocean, while the background screen displayed fireworks exploding over our castle.

As the last notes rang out, we struck our final poses. For a split second, the arena fell silent, and I could feel the collective awe hanging in the air.

Then came the eruption of cheers, a sound so loud it felt like it could lift us off the stage. My chest heaved with exertion, my heart full as I looked at my members. We had done it. Every second of hard work, every moment of doubt—it had all been worth it.

The moment I stepped backstage, staff quickly ushered us toward the waiting area. Adrenaline rushing through my veins. The echoes of the audience’s cheers felt like they were etched into my skin. But my heart stuttered as I remembered what was next. Just the thought of it sent a fresh wave of nerves washing over me.

I sat in one of the chairs, shifting my weight and trying to calm my bouncing leg. The waiting area was dimly lit, just enough to create a sense of quiet, but the energy backstage hummed all around us. Haein and Misun sat on either side of me, chatting softly. Their voices were steady and grounded, keeping me tethered even as my mind raced ahead.

A staff member popped their head in. “Yunhee, you’re up.”

We all turned to look as Yunhee smiled nervously and stood, smoothing down her outfit. She glanced at us and gave a small wave. “See you soon.”

As the door clicked shut behind her, I felt my stomach twist. It wasn’t just me performing tonight, I reminded myself. We were all stepping into something bigger, something new. Misun must’ve noticed my fidgeting because she nudged me gently. “You’re going to be fine,” she whispered. “They’re going to love you.”

Before I could answer, the door to the waiting room opened again. This time, it wasn’t staff.

Kim Namjoon was the first to step in, his dimpled smile disarming and his voice warm as he greeted us. “Hi. We realized we hadn’t had the chance to formally introduce ourselves yet.”

Behind him, the rest of BTS followed, each offering their own greetings. For a moment, the room felt smaller with all of them there, their presence effortlessly commanding.

“Your performance earlier,” Jin started, his voice kind and laced with sincerity, “was incredible.”

Yoongi nodded, his eyes thoughtful as he pointed at me. “That bridge… your voice reminds me a lot of Jimin’s. The tone, the emotion. It’s something else.” He paused, a small smile tugging at his lips. “If you’d ever be interested, I think we’d make something incredible together. I’d love to collaborate on a song with you one day.”

Heat crept up my neck, and I dipped my head slightly. “Thank you,” I murmured, suddenly shy under their attention.

Taehyung’s eyes sparkled with genuine curiosity. “The concept was so unique. Who came up with it?”

“It was a group effort,” Haein answered smoothly, her confidence shining through. “But Y/N and our team were heavily involved in the details.”

I shot her a look, but Taehyung was already nodding. “The crowd loved it.”

As their compliments continued, Jimin lingered slightly in the back, his gaze drifting toward me once or twice. Jungkook, standing beside him, seemed more relaxed, flashing a grin in our direction.

“You’ve got the audience’s attention,” Jungkook said.

I smiled, trying to keep my hands steady as I gripped the hem of my dress. “Thank you,” I said again, the words feeling too small for how their encouragement was steadying me.

The room buzzed with conversation as we talked briefly about music and the industry. Despite the tension that had loomed between me and Jimin earlier in the night, the interaction felt surprisingly easy. Maybe it was the shared understanding of nerves, or maybe it was just that we were all artists trying to create good music.

Finally, staff peeked in again. “Y/N, we need you for pre-stage preparations.”

My heart leapt into my throat, and I stood, smoothing my dress and forcing myself to meet my members’ eyes. Haein and Misun both squeezed my hands.

Namjoon gave me a reassuring nod. “You’ve got this,” he said.

Jimin’s gaze lingered on me, his expression unreadable.

With one last deep breath, I stepped out of the waiting room, feeling the weight of every step as I made my way toward the stage.

The stage lights were bright as I walked to the center, the hum of the crowd buzzing in my ears like an electric current. The announcer smiled warmly, motioning for me to join him in the middle of the stage. My hands clutched each other tightly as I approached, the weight of the moment pressing on me.

“Y/N,” the announcer began, his voice filled with enthusiasm. “We’ve heard a lot about your next performance, and I think it’s safe to say that everyone here is eager to know more about the song you wrote.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, the sound swelling and crashing like waves. I gave a small smile, bowing in gratitude, my heart hammering in my chest.

The announcer waited for the cheers to quiet before continuing. “This song is very personal, isn’t it? Can you tell us what inspired you to write it?”

I took a deep breath, choosing my words carefully. “Yes, it’s deeply personal. The song is about a love that changed me and learning to live with the mistakes I made with that.”

The crowd murmured, the atmosphere suddenly heavier, more intimate.

“And would you say it’s about a specific person?” the announcer asked, leaning in slightly.

I smiled faintly, feeling my pulse quicken. “I think the emotions in the song are universal. But yes, it’s inspired by someone. I wanted the song to reflect the truth of those feelings, no matter how complicated they are.”

The audience clung onto every word.

“Well,” the announcer said, his voice warm but knowing, “I think we’re all ready to hear it. Ladies and gentlemen, Y/N!”

The crowd erupted once more, and as the lights dimmed, I stepped up to the microphone. The piano began, the soft melody filling the arena. I closed my eyes for a moment, grounding myself before I began to sing.

The first words fell from my lips, soft and trembling. As the song progressed, the emotions I had kept a secret for so long surged to the surface. By the second verse, I could feel a tear slipping down my cheek. My voice cracked.

The final chorus came, and the weight of every regret, every memory, every ounce of love I had poured into this song pressed down on me. The crowd was silent, not a single sound breaking the silence until the last note faded into the air.

The cheers began as a ripple and quickly grew into a tidal wave of sound, shaking the stage beneath me. I wiped my cheek with a trembling hand, stepping back from the microphone as the announcer returned, his expression almost reverent.

“Y/N,” he began, his voice cutting through the thunderous applause. “That wasn’t just a performance; that was a moment. I think everyone here felt it.”

The crowd screamed, some of them visibly crying, and I could only bow deeply, my chest heaving with emotion.

When the noise quieted enough for him to continue, the announcer smiled. “I have to ask; what’s next for you? Do you have more music like this in the works? And the question on everyone’s mind, will we see some collaborations from you?”

I steadied myself before answering. “I do have more music I’m working on. Writing is something that helps me express what I can’t always say aloud. As for collaborations…” I hesitated, my smile soft. “I think anything is possible. You never know what the future holds.”

The crowd erupted again, and the announcer laughed, raising his hands to calm them. “Well, whatever’s next, I think we can all agree it’ll be worth waiting for. Let’s hear it one more time for Y/N!”

As I walked off the stage, the roar of the crowd followed me, a vibration I could feel in my bones. Even backstage, their energy lingered, echoing through the halls. My heart was still racing when I noticed the eyes of almost every idol and staff member on me.

They weren’t just looking; they were staring, their expressions a mixture of admiration and awe.

My group was the first to approach, their smiles wide and proud. “You were incredible,” Misun said, her voice full of sincerity.

I exhaled shakily, the reality of the moment finally sinking in.

The staff called for me to head to my next preparation, breaking the tension. But as I walked away, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something had shifted—not just in the crowd, but in the air between us all.

The dressing room felt like a whirlwind as the staff moved around me, their hands working quickly to transform me for the final performance of the night. They slipped me into a stunning deep green dress—a rich, jewel-toned masterpiece that hugged my frame before cascading into a delicate flow at the hem. Gold chains formed the straps, draping over my shoulders and catching the light with every movement. It was bold, an unspoken promise of the drama this last performance would hold.

“Breathe, Y/N,” one of the stylists said softly, noticing how tense I was. I managed a small smile in return, nodding as I adjusted the gold straps.

As soon as they finished, a staff member appeared in the doorway. “Y/N, it’s time.”

I rose to my feet, the weight of the night suddenly pressing down on me. Each step I took toward the stage felt heavier than the last, but I forced myself to move forward. The faint roar of the audience grew louder, a reminder of the thousands of eyes waiting for this moment.

When I reached the backstage area, Jimin was already there, his back to me as he stared out toward the stage. He was dressed in a sleek black outfit with subtle gold accents, perfectly coordinated with my look. The dim light caught the sharp angles of his jaw, his blonde hair styled just slightly tousled, making him look effortlessly composed.

“Ready?” he asked, turning toward me as I stepped up beside him. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a tension that mirrored my own.

I nodded, swallowing hard. “Ready to get this over with.”

He gave a faint smile. The silence between us stretched, heavy with everything we weren’t saying.

“Hey, you two.”

Jungkook’s voice broke through the quiet, and we both turned as he approached. His usual playful grin was subdued.

“What is it now, Jungkook?” Jimin asked, his tone light but tinged with irritation.

“Relax,” Jungkook replied, stuffing his hands into his pockets. “I just wanted to check on you both before you go out there. You’re closing the night, after all.”

I huffed a sarcastic laugh despite myself. “You’re really good at giving pep talks.”

He shrugged, his grin widening slightly. “I like to keep things interesting.”

I glanced at Jimin, but his face was unreadable. The staff called for us to get into position, and Jungkook stepped back, giving us a parting smile.

As he turned to leave, he whispered, “Don’t mess it up. Everyone’s watching.”

The stagehands ushered us closer to the entrance and I took a deep breath, steadying myself. Jimin moved beside me, his presence a constant, unshakable weight.

“You ready?” he asked again, his voice softer this time.

I nodded, gripping the edge of my skirt to stop my hands from trembling. “Let’s just get through this.”

He gave a slight nod in return, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer than necessary.

The energy was electric, wrapping around us and pulling us into its charged atmosphere. The stage lights cast golden halos around us.

Then, just as we were about to get into position, one of the production crew members ran up, whispering to us. “Last-minute change. If you’re comfortable, we’re greenlighting the barefoot idea. It fits the mood better.”

Jimin and I exchanged a glance. Barefoot dancing was something we both preferred for certain pieces. It brought a groundedness and vulnerability that no shoes could replicate. Without hesitation, we both bent down to remove our shoes, placing them off to the side of the stage.

The audience’s screams reached a peak as they caught onto what we were doing. The vulnerability of the moment didn’t go unnoticed, and their excitement soared even higher.

Before the music could start, the announcer’s voice boomed through the speakers, forcing us to pause. “Well, well! Ladies and gentlemen, it’s no surprise that this is the pairing everyone’s been waiting for. The crowd favorites of the night” he teased, his tone playful yet piercing.

The audience roared louder and I felt a flush creep up my neck. Jimin shifted uncomfortably beside me, his usual composure faltering.

My heart pounded in my chest, not from nerves, but from the weight of the decision I’d made. I wasn’t going to hold back. Not this time. These lyrics were more than just words to me; they were my truth.

As the opening sound of the duet filled the arena, I took a deep breath, grounding myself in my emotions. Jimin’s voice came first, soft and filled with the kind of yearning that immediately drew the audience in. He took a step toward me, his movements fluid and intentional, his gaze locking onto mine.

When it was my turn, I sang the first line with every ounce of transparency I had. The words spilled out like confessions, each word laced with the regrets I’d carried for years. The pain of love, the ache of loss, the weight of my regret.

The choreography was subtle yet intimate, designed to mirror the push and pull of the lyrics. Every touch, every glance, felt heavier than it had in rehearsals. Jimin’s hand lingered on mine longer than it should have, his eyes searching mine as if he could see the truth behind my voice. And maybe he could.

There was a moment, midway through the song, where I broke from the script. The lyrics called for longing, but I let my heart guide me instead. I improvised a line, the unpolished words hung in the air like a revelation.

Jimin’s gaze snapped to mine, surprise flickering across his face. He didn’t miss a beat, though. Instead, he leaned into the shift, his voice responding with a depth that hadn’t been there before. It was as if he was answering me, pouring his own emotions into the song, matching my vulnerability note for note.

The audience was silent as they watched us. I could feel them leaning into every word, every movement, every glance between us. The world seemed to shrink, leaving just Jimin and me under the stage lights, our voices intertwining like they were meant to.

The final verse approached, and as Jimin stepped closer, his hand brushed my cheek, a touch so light it was barely there. Our eyes met, and for a moment, it felt like the lyrics weren’t just part of a performance. They were our reality, a story we’d both lived and couldn’t escape.

I held his gaze, my chest heaving from the intensity of the performance. The audience erupted into cheers, their thunderous applause washing over us. But I barely heard it, too caught up in the hurricane of emotions swirling around us.

The announcer’s voice boomed over the speakers, breaking the spell as they called us back to the present.

We stepped back, bowing deeply to the audience. My chest heaved as I tried to catch my breath, the adrenaline coursing through me like a wildfire.

The announcer returned to the stage, his grin as wide as ever. “I think it’s safe to say that was one of the most mesmerizing performances of the evening!”

“And I think we all want to know,” the announcer continued, leaning into his microphone dramatically, “how do you two manage to produce this much chemistry and energy between you? Seriously, what’s the secret?”

Jimin froze. His lips parted as if to answer, but no words came out. I stepped forward instinctively taking control.

“Well,” I began, my voice calm and measured, “I think it comes down to a mutual respect for the art. We both approach every performance with the same mindset. We connect with the music and with each other in a way that feels authentic. It’s not about us as individuals; it’s about telling the story the choreography and music deserve.”

The announcer raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed, and the crowd cheered again, a mix of awe and excitement in their voices.

As Jimin and I took our bows, his hand brushing mine one last time, I knew everyone in that arena had seen it—the truth we couldn’t hide, the feelings we couldn’t deny.

The announcer then invited all the idols back onto the stage for the show’s closing remarks. As we stood in a line with the others, surrounded by lights and cheers, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of Jimin’s presence beside me. The night wasn’t over yet, but I could already feel the shift in the air. Everyone had seen what we put into that dance—and while no one said it outright, it was clear they saw more than just choreography.

As soon as I stepped off the stage, the adrenaline that had been fueling me started to wear off, and my legs felt like jelly. I could hear the distant rumble of the crowd’s lingering applause, but it was quickly drowned out by the frantic voices of Haein and Misun, who immediately grabbed me by the arms and tugged me away from the chaos backstage.

“What’s going on?” I asked, breathless, still coming down from the high of our performance.

Haein and Misun exchanged a look that made my stomach drop before Haein spoke, her voice low but urgent. “The managers are pissed.”

“Pissed?” I repeated, blinking as I tried to keep up. “Why? The performance went perfectly.”

Misun sighed, squeezing my arm gently. “It’s not about how good it was, Y/N. It’s about why it was so good. You’re all over Twitter.”

I shook my head, still too caught up in the aftermath of the stage to even think about my phone. “Why? What’s happening?”

“There’s a hashtag trending.” Haein hesitated, as if weighing whether she should continue. “#YNAndJimin. People are going crazy about your chemistry, the emotions… everything. They think it was real. They felt it.”

My heart sank as her words began to sink in. “But we’re supposed to make people feel something. That’s the point of a performance, right?”

Misun gave me a sympathetic look. “Not like this. The managers think you and Jimin blurred the lines too much. They’re saying it wasn’t professional.”

“What?” I stepped back, my voice rising slightly in disbelief. “It’s not like we planned it. I just… I put everything I had into that song. Isn’t that what they wanted?”

“They wanted a good performance,” Haein clarified, her tone more cautious now. “Not a real one. They’re saying the emotions were too raw, and the audience picked up on it. They think you both crossed the line between professionalism and personal feelings.”

I opened my mouth to argue, but the weight of her words silenced me. I could still feel the intensity of the performance, the way Jimin’s gaze had locked onto mine, the way my improvised lyrics had struck a chord that neither of us could deny.

“And they’ve put rules in place,” Misun added quietly. “No more improvising during duets. No more lingering touches or moments that look too personal. Basically, nothing that could give the audience the idea that it’s more than just a performance.”

I pressed a hand to my temple, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “But that’s not fair. I wasn’t trying to…” My voice trailed off as the truth settled over me. I had blurred the lines. Maybe not intentionally, but I had. And Jimin had followed me there.

“They’re especially upset with you,” Haein added, her voice soft but firm. “They’re saying you should’ve known better, that this could hurt G6ix’s image.”

My throat tightened, and I forced myself to take a steadying breath. “So what happens now? Are they going to pull me from the next comeback or something?”

“No,” Misun said quickly. “But they’re going to be watching. Closely. They don’t want anything like this to happen again.”

I nodded, my mind spinning as I tried to process everything. The performance had been one of the most vulnerable moments of my life, but now it felt like a mistake. Like I’d opened a door I couldn’t close.

The distant applause from the stage faded completely as the weight of the managers’ disappointment settled over me. I’d wanted to give the audience everything I had, but I hadn’t realized the cost of being so raw, so real.

“Let’s just get you out of here,” Haein said, tugging me gently. “You need to rest before this gets any messier.”

I let them lead me away, my legs still unsteady, but not from the performance this time.

[staytinyzen01]

Shin-jury

Ateez 9th member au

Sunhee x Ateez (mainly Yunho and Mingi)

Sunhee was in the practice room with Yunho and Mingi. They were coming up with choreography in preparation for the next comeback. This one was special as the group had 2 siblings and put them up to vote for Atiny to choose which would be the title song for the album. 

Sunhee has the mindset of ‘go big or go home’, so as Mingi and Yunho were just pacing it out and doing the moves minimally, Sunhee was going all out. This way, when it came to putting it together, the boys could see what the moves would look like properly. 

“Maybe, if we do the move in time with the drum beats you hear in the back,” Sunhee suggested. MIngi looked at her and imagined it before nodding slightly. Yunho looked confused so Sunhee paused the music and rewinded it to the before and got herself ready. She moved her legs with the beat to show them exactly what she meant. Yunho agreed and they restarted that segment again so they could all do it.

Once they finished that segment completely, they restarted the song to do a run through of all they had so far. It was all going well until they got to the new dance bit they choreographed. As Sunhee was doing the segment she had done, her foot was planted in the spot whilst the rest of her leg moved, letting out a crack. She let out a gasp and dropped at the same time. 

Yunho and Mingi immediately rushed to her side, tears had welled in her eyes as she held the source of her pain - her shin. Yunho and Mingi were frantically trying to figure out what was wrong and what they were supposed to do, chatting quickly to each other before Yunho made the executive decision to call Seonghwa, knowing Hongjoong was most likely busy writing. 

As soon as Seonghwa answered, Yunho told him what happened and asked him what they had to do whilst Mingi was left to distract Sunhee from her pain. He was pulling faces and making panicked jokes, which emitted a teary laugh but when he stopped to listen to Yunho speaking to their hyung, Sunhee was left to her pain and soon began letting out little whimpers.

Yunho adjusted himself and Sunhee, so that her back was against his chest, he wiped her face with his sleeve when he noticed a few tears had fallen down her face and Mingi was still distracting. Yunho called for their manager and for an ambulance as he didn't want to risk any more damage to their maknae if they moved her wrong. When he was done calling for an ambulance, he told Sunhee and Mingi about what was said, and texting the group chat with all of Ateez so they are up to date. It wasn’t that long until the group chat was flooded with messages of concern from the rest of the boys.

Their manager soon came and he had the ambulance crew with them and it wasn’t long until they had Sunhee loaded into an ambulance. Yunho offered to ride with her to which she agreed and the manager was going to meet them there once they had collected the rest of the boys.

Sunhee had been allowed strong pain relief and was left to revel in the pain since Yunho was waiting outside her room for the others. When they finally arrived, San, Wooyoung and Mingi began fighting at the door trying to get in first, that was until Seonghwa pushed passed them gently and went to her side, Sunhee watched it all unfold, laughing lightly under her breath but when she saw Seonghwa start heading to her, she averted her gaze and her smile dropped, she fiddled with the bed sheets. This action was halted by Seonghwa who gently put one hand on hers and used his finger to encourage her to face him using her chin. By the time she could look up at him, tears had formed once more.

He saw the tears in her eyes and climbed onto the bed to sit next to her and brought her into a hug. He cooed softly into her ear, ‘it’s okay princess, just let it all out. Oppa is here now. It’s all okay.’ At his words, she burst into tears on his chest and kept apologising. The sound of her sobs halted the younger members who were still fighting at the door with an unimpressed Hongjoong and Yeosang trying to sort. Jongho stood at the back with a deadpan face but it softened once he heard Sunhee start crying. They finally all shuffled into the room and crowded her bed where she was hidden by her hair and Seonghwa’s chest. He stroked her hair and continued to soothe her.

Once she felt she had calmed down enough to be heard properly, she brought herself out of Seonghwa’s hold and moved so her good leg was tucked to her chest. She glanced at all the boys and whimpered slightly before she spoke.

‘I’m sorry. I am really sorry. I ruined this comeback.’

Hongjoong shook his head and moved so he carefully sat next to her injured leg. He placed a hand on her arm and rubbed it gently to offer her some comfort.

‘Oh, my love, you have not done anything wrong. You have not ruined anything. These things cannot be helped sometimes and the type of injury you have gained? That means you have worked so hard and you need to rest and that is okay. Okay we may have to adjust a couple of positions on the dance but that is nothing compared to making sure that you are okay. You are our top priority, not the comeback.’

She nods at his words, tears still falling from her eyes and she lets out a little sniffle. Her voice cracks slightly as she quietly asks, ‘can I have a tissue, please?’

Her simple request sent four of the boys reeling as they began to pat themselves down and search the room for a tissue. She saw this and laughed slightly before noticing Jongho handing her one. She took it with a smile and thanked him. He stroked her hair gently before grimacing.

‘Yah, Sunhee, I hate to be the one to tell you, but your hair is kinda sweaty.’

She gave him the most unamused look she could muster. ‘Gee, thanks. It's not like I was dancing or anything before this happened.’

The jokiness in her tone caused them all to relax slightly. Soon the doctor came in and explained that she would be taken to x-ray to fully determine where the injury is and it wasn’t long before he was telling Seonghwa and Hongjoong the full extent of her injury and the healing time. They nodded and went back to give Sunhee the news. An orthopaedic doctor came in and began to prepare her for a cast. She chose an orange colour to match the colours they used for their previous comebacks and once it was all dry she got the boys to sign it.

‘You know what, I have always wanted to break a bone for some reason. It has happened at an inconvenient time but at least my dream came true.’ Sunhee explained to San as he signed her cast.

He gave her a bewildered look. ‘Why is that something you wanted?’ He was so confused.

She shrugged. ‘All the children I grew up around had broken a bone at some point and I never had. I always wanted to break a bone just to see what it was like and because the idea of getting people to sign my cast seems cool.’

San seemed satisfied with her answer and kissed the side of her head gently. ‘Fair enough. Now let's get you home.’

She nods tiredly and allows Yunho to transfer her to a wheelchair where she was taken to the car to be taken home. KQ released a statement to say that Sunhee would not be fully participating in the comeback due to injury and would be back soon and she relaxed on the sofa knowing her boys would look after her.

Yunho adjusted himself and Sunhee, so that her back was against his chest, he wiped her face with his sleeve when he noticed a few tears had fallen down her face and Mingi was still distracting. Yunho called for their manager and for an ambulance as he didn't want to risk any more damage to their maknae if they moved her wrong. When he was done calling for an ambulance, he told Sunhee and Mingi about what was said, and texting the group chat with all of Ateez so they are up to date. It wasn’t that long until the group chat was flooded with messages of concern from the rest of the boys.

Their manager soon came and he had the ambulance crew with them and it wasn’t long until they had Sunhee loaded into an ambulance. Yunho offered to ride with her to which she agreed and the manager was going to meet them there once they had collected the rest of the boys.

Sunhee had been allowed strong pain relief and was left to revel in the pain since Yunho was waiting outside her room for the others. When they finally arrived, San, Wooyoung and Mingi began fighting at the door trying to get in first, that was until Seonghwa pushed passed them gently and went to her side, Sunhee watched it all unfold, laughing lightly under her breath but when she saw Seonghwa start heading to her, she averted her gaze and her smile dropped, she fiddled with the bed sheets. This action was halted by Seonghwa who gently put one hand on hers and used his finger to encourage her to face him using her chin. By the time she could look up at him, tears had formed once more.

He saw the tears in her eyes and climbed onto the bed to sit next to her and brought her into a hug. He cooed softly into her ear, ‘it’s okay princess, just let it all out. Oppa is here now. It’s all okay.’ At his words, she burst into tears on his chest and kept apologising. The sound of her sobs halted the younger members who were still fighting at the door with an unimpressed Hongjoong and Yeosang trying to sort. Jongho stood at the back with a deadpan face but it softened once he heard Sunhee start crying. They finally all shuffled into the room and crowded her bed where she was hidden by her hair and Seonghwa’s chest. He stroked her hair and continued to soothe her.

Once she felt she had calmed down enough to be heard properly, she brought herself out of Seonghwa’s hold and moved so her good leg was tucked to her chest. She glanced at all the boys and whimpered slightly before she spoke.

‘I’m sorry. I am really sorry. I ruined this comeback.’

Hongjoong shook his head and moved so he carefully sat next to her injured leg. He placed a hand on her arm and rubbed it gently to offer her some comfort.

‘Oh, my love, you have not done anything wrong. You have not ruined anything. These things cannot be helped sometimes and the type of injury you have gained? That means you have worked so hard and you need to rest and that is okay. Okay we may have to adjust a couple of positions on the dance but that is nothing compared to making sure that you are okay. You are our top priority, not the comeback.’

She nods at his words, tears still falling from her eyes and she lets out a little sniffle. Her voice cracks slightly as she quietly asks, ‘can I have a tissue, please?’

Her simple request sent four of the boys reeling as they began to pat themselves down and search the room for a tissue. She saw this and laughed slightly before noticing Jongho handing her one. She took it with a smile and thanked him. He stroked her hair gently before grimacing.

‘Yah, Sunhee, I hate to be the one to tell you, but your hair is kinda sweaty.’

She gave him the most unamused look she could muster. ‘Gee, thanks. It's not like I was dancing or anything before this happened.’

The jokiness in her tone caused them all to relax slightly. Soon the doctor came in and explained that she would be taken to x-ray to fully determine where the injury is and it wasn’t long before he was telling Seonghwa and Hongjoong the full extent of her injury and the healing time. They nodded and went back to give Sunhee the news. An orthopaedic doctor came in and began to prepare her for a cast. She chose an orange colour to match the colours they used for their previous comebacks and once it was all dry she got the boys to sign it.

‘You know what, I have always wanted to break a bone for some reason. It has happened at an inconvenient time but at least my dream came true.’ Sunhee explained to San as he signed her cast.

He gave her a bewildered look. ‘Why is that something you wanted?’ He was so confused.

She shrugged. ‘All the children I grew up around had broken a bone at some point and I never had. I always wanted to break a bone just to see what it was like and because the idea of getting people to sign my cast seems cool.’

San seemed satisfied with her answer and kissed the side of her head gently. ‘Fair enough. Now let's get you home.’

She nods tiredly and allows Yunho to transfer her to a wheelchair where she was taken to the car to be taken home. KQ released a statement to say that Sunhee would not be fully participating in the comeback due to injury and would be back soon and she relaxed on the sofa knowing her boys would look after her.

Bonus - what the boys signed on her cast.

Get well soon, Princess. <3 - Prince Oppa (Seonhwa)

My sweet, clumsy marshmallow, get better soon and rest well. - Appa Joong

Get better soon Kitten, dancing won't be the same without you - Puppy Yunho

Love you Bub, get better soon - Sangie

My sunshine is a clumsy baby, get better soon and eat well - Sanshine (he drew his with a sun around it)

Yah, pabo, get better quickly. We need you ;) -  GiGi (mingi)

Baby mouse, you get better quickly or I will have to tickle you forever - Woo

Who knew Peaches would be a perfect name for you. Get better soon - Pebbles (Jongho)

[melsvt]

— ep3. what happened (wc: 412)

Heeseung hung up his phone and put it in his pocket with two packaged ice cream on his hand. He looked around with a small plan in mind.

He hadn't seen Seonhee since school closed.

There were a lot of things they both loved to do together, but if you ask Heeseung what was his favorite, it would be going to the river on hot nights and eat ice cream.

So he walked in direction to Seonhee's house, unbeknownst to her. When he finally stopped in front of her house, a car caught his attention, then a lady who didn't stop very young getting into the car with teary eyes.

He took a deep breath and looked around. The lights in the apartment where Seonhee lived were still on. She didn't sleep, he thought, as he stepped into the apartment.

He waited a little before quickly climbing the stairs and stopped in front of her door. He thought about going back with the unclear feeling in him, but all the efforts would go in vain.

Also he had to keep his promise to Isa. He had to check Seonhee in between and make sure she was okay, or he was sure that if something happened to Seonhee, Isa would kill him on the spot.

He rang the bell and waited a bit. Seonhee nervously headed for the door, wondering with what face she could come back. Her face was red from crying.

"What do y-"

She paused with the boy standing in front of her eyes and shut her mouth. After a not-so-long stare, she turned her body to the other side and tried to hide her face, which was red from crying. "Yeah?" she said, then in her muffled voice.

“Sunny, what happened?"

Heeseung asked in a calm voice and stepped inside, then left the shopping bag in his hand to the chair. He touched Seonhee's shoulder with one hand and turned her towards himself.

"Nothing. Just..." She raised her head with the instant decision, and when she saw Heeseung's worried expression, she hated her decision and lowered her head back. "No, obviously something happened. What happened, do you want to tell me?"

Seonhee shaked her head as a no. Heeseung pulled her towards his chest to stop her crying and make her feel better, and wrapped his arms around her.

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★ s :: family abuse, exam stress and more. sunhee wobbled like she'd never faltered in her life and heeseung falling into her heart while dealing with all this. heeseung, who had known about sunhee's feelings towards him for a long time, had directed him to be with her out of friendship instinct.

[curewhimsy]

MLP Extended AU

I had an idea to make an MLP AU based on G4, but with a lot of G3 ponies and my Symphony Saga OCs as ponies.

A lot of the G3 ponies don’t really have characters or personalities (also the same hairstyle) so I’m “transferring” them to G4 by giving them uniqueness.

The AU also has elements of Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. The world has mysterious dungeons that change shape whenever you go in them, just like in Pokemon Mystery Dungeon. There is also a story of a timid human boy named Shan who transports to the pony world and becomes a pony called Knight Light. He meets other ponies and goes on an adventure where he becomes braver.

The monsters in the dungeon are mostly plant-based and somewhat sentient plants. The ponies cook them into dungeon meals. So there’s an element that resembles Dungeon Meshi.

Putting them all together, the universe is basically ”MLP G4 Extended: Pony Mystery Dungeon Meshi”

———

Character List (This might not even be everyone I’ll include yet)

———Mane 6———

Twilight Sparkle

Pinkie Pie

Rainbow Dash

Fluttershy

Applejack

Rarity  

———G4 Characters———

Spike

Daring-Do

Big Macintosh

Cheerilee

Starlight Glimmer

Sunset Shimmer

Trixie Lulamoon

Cadence

Ditzy Doo

Silver Spoon

Diamond Tiara

Twist

Shining Armor

Gilda

Apple Bloom

Sweetie Belle

Scootaloo 

Zecora

Princess Celestia

Princess Luna

Cheese Sandwich

Discord

Granny Smith

Fancy Pants

Pipsqueak

Snips

Snails

Maud Pie

Octavia

Vinyl Scratch

Lyra Heartstrings

Bon Bon

Mr. Carrot Cake

Ms. Cup Cake

Mayor Mare

Pound Cake

Pumpkin Cake

Cranky Doodle Donkey

Matilda

Photo Finish

———Original Characters as Ponies———

Pastell Swirl (Amelie)

Lavender Snow (Yuki)

Strawberry Sugar (Joy)

Aurora Pixel (Yume)

Sapphire Song (Lanyue)

Scarlet Glow (Juhong)

Cobalt Current (Rhona)

Magenta Rose (Nagisa)

Emerald Gale (Luana)

Summer Clover (Rie)

Nightshade (Sonata)

Starry Sunrise (Saga)

Daydream (Aya)

Misty Rain (Kiri)

Winter Moon (Chija)

Moon Shadow (Octavia

Fantasia (Aria

Custard Cream (Amy

Blueberry Bliss (Emily

Nocturne (Eve

Candy Pop (Suzu

Star Cluster (Hikaru

Pianissimo (Kanade

Knight Light (Shan

Sunny Citrus (Sunhee

Max Potion (Max Potion

Hyper Link (Hyper Link

Epic Wynn (Epic Wynn

Dapper Dandy (Aristo Kratt

Prima Vera (Pristine

Rose Melody (Rosa

Vivid Star (Vivian

Pine Forest (Maia

Icy Pop (Bonnie

Flurry (Flurry

Snowbell (Snowbell

Amethyst (Amethyst

Pudding Cup (Abigail

Azure Blue (Azura

Merry May (Meizhu

Dewey Drizzle (Lucio

Puffball (Todd 

Truffle (Mark

December Lily (Chiyuri

Cinnamon Bun (Emi

Ginger Cake (Mimi

Poem Blossom (Reisei

Whispers (Roy

Arpeggio (Wallace

Forte (Enzo

Dawn Bright (Toby

Dusk Light (Cody

Cheese Cake (Keiko

Brownie (Chiyoko

Regal Rainbow (Queen Rainbow

Star Shimmer (Stelle

Moon Shimmer (Lunette

Nebula Shimmer (Celestine

Cozy Autumn (Autumn

Algebra (Mr. Addison

Wolfgang (Ms. Wolfgang

Miss Fit (Miss Fit

Miss Spell (Miss Spell

Miss Tick (Miss Tick

Mr. Moody (Mr. Moody

Zero Zip (Zero

Cadenza (Cadenza

Rondo (Rondo

Mellow Melody (Melody

Peanut Butter (Dan

Almond Butter (Sebastian

Rainbow Sherbet (Niji

Ember Glow (Ember

Slush (Mizore

Callisto (Callsro

Bluebell (Souko

Peach Tart (Momo

Healing Cure (Charlotte

Miracle Remedy (Madeline

Isosceles (Isosceles

Scalene (Scalane

Plain Jane (Plain Jane

Average Joe (Average Joe

Sunset Dream (Aaron

Frosty Snow (Shimo

Serene Rain (Kasumi

Full Moon (Jumin

Crescent Moon (Yisuel

Violet Shade (Reina

Lucky Clover (Touya

Leafy Clover (Yuuma

June Clover (Jun

Onyx Gale (Oliana

Carmine (Carmine

Sonority (Sonora

Turquoise Gem (Umiko

Sapphire (Marina

Rainy Clouds (Setsuna

Happy Daisy (Noemi

Flower Puff (Haru

Airy Clouds (Asumi

Fluffy Clouds (Naosuke

Cream Puff (Yumiri

Summer Sky (Natsu

Cloudy Sky (Kiyoichi

October Leaf (Aki

January Ice (Fuyu

Heather Gray (Lynn

Pink February (Azalea

Aquamarine (Shizuku

Space Fruit (Lumi

Glitch Berry (Alex

Chai Tea (Chai

Midnight (Miyako

Silver Ash (Grayson

Jasmine Tea (Etsumi

Boba Tea (Aimi

Milk Tea (Cocomi

Caramel Flan (Flan

Nutmeg (Nutmeg

Peaches (Peaches

Biscotti (Biscotti

Hazel (Hazel

Snowy Puff (Bianca

Blue Umbrella (Camille

Pepper Corn (Pepper

Candy Corn (Candy

Pop Corn (Pop Corn

Ruby (Ruby

———G3 Toys I Have———

Skywishes

Citrus Sweetheart

Coconut Cream

Tropical Surprise

Pretty Pop

Shenanigans

Sweetberry

Darling Dahlia

Bubblecup

Starsong

Scootaloo G3

Peachie Keen

Daisy Jo

Wisteria

Golden Delicious

Starbeam

Desert Rose

Amberlocks

Butter Pop

Morning Monarch

Coconut Grove

Sunrise Song

Sparkleworks

Fluttershy G3

Strawberry Swirl

Strawberry Surprise

Rainbow Dash G3

Marigold (Golden Delicious G3‘s brother. A duplicate toy I have of Golden Delicious G3.

Spring Lilac (Fluttershy G3‘s brother. A duplicate toy I have of Fluttershy G3.

Coral Pearl (A stallion related to Skywishes. A duplicate toy I have of Skywishes

———Other G3 Ponies———

Minty

Alphabittle

Chocolate Chipper

Pinkie Pie G3

Bunches o Fun

Sunny Daze

Peach Surprise

Seaspray

Jazz Matazz

Luau

Sunshower

Wishawhirl

Cupcake

Cotton Candy

Berries n Cherries

Spring Carnivale

Lavender Cloud

Thistle Whistle

Toola Roola

Daybreak

Waterfire

Tulip Twinkle

Twilight Twinkle

Applejack G3

Autumn Skye

Finger Paints

Glitterbelle

Tangerine Twinkle

Whistle Wishes

Silver Glow

Port-o-Bella

Star Swirl

Serendipity

Breezie

Snowflake

Starcatcher

Twinkle Twirl

Butterscotch

Chocolate Delight

Sweetie Belle G3

Secret Wish

Strawberry Reef

Sunshine Parade

Forsythia

Kimono

Lolligiggle

Rarity G3

Shell-belle

Dainty Daisy

Gardenia Glow

Pumpkin Tart

Peachy Pie

Princess Peppermint

Party Cake

Love Wishes

Cheerilee G3

Tink a tink a too

Moondancer

Aurora Mist

Cloud Climber

Hidden Treasure 

Triple Treat

Garden Wishes

Periwinkle

Puzzlemint

Fun Fairy

Fairy Dust

Star Flower

Goodie Goodie

Ribbon wishes

Rainbow Swirl

Windy Wisp

Glitterbelle

Scooter Sprite

Fizzy Pop

Ribbon Wishes

Pretty Palace

Crystal Crown

Crowning Glory

Royal Beauty

Daisy May

Denim Blue

Sno Glo

Morning Dawn Delight

Rhythm and Rhyme

Razzaroo

Brights Brightly

———G4 Ponies I have as mini figures———

Rainbow Wishes

Firecracker Burst

Noteworthy

Royal Riff

Golden Delicious G4

Lemon Hearts

Sugar Grape

Cinnamon Breeze

Mosley Orange

———Mane 6’s Pets———

Gummy

Winona

Angel

Owlowicious

Opalescence

Tank

[sunkissedhwas]

Chapter 5 - The Island of the Elders

“We knew that there would be a child born unto us from a witch and another creature,” she confirmed, nodding, “and that peace would eventually be restored between the Covens. You come from a strong, long bloodline of witches; there was no doubt in our minds that it would be you.” He frowned. “The prophecy,” he scoffed, realizing what she was alluding to. “I am supposed to birth the end of the world. My child is going to be the fiercest villain the world has yet to see. She’ll be born a vampire.” Sunhee frowned. “She will be born a vampire.”

The Witch’s Heart

Witch!Seonghwa x Vampire!Hongjoong

Status: WIP l 56.6k Words l 5/8 Chapters

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Major Character Death

Pairings: Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi San/Jung Wooyoung

Important Tags: mpreg, consensual blood drinking, fluff, angst, blood, supernatural elements. Other tags will be added as we go!

[panjakes]

First Lady chapter 3

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“Where is Yn?” Shownu asks tapping his fingers on the table. He was getting impatient. Yn was late, like always

“Minhyuk where’s your sister?” Jooheon asks

“I don’t know” Minhyuk shrugs

“Gosh…she’s only been back three days and she’s already back to her old habits”hyungwon says yawning

Just then the doors open and in walks you. Head held high wearing black sunglasses

“Where the hell were you?” I.M asks

“Took Hyeongjun shopping” you say taking your seat that was on the right of shownu

“Jesus what is with you and that boy?” Hyungwon asks

“Nothing is with us” you say shrugging

“I beg to differ! You treat that boy like a son and your the moon and stars in his eyes” Kihyun says causing you to roll your eyes

“I’ve taken care of the boy since he was two what do you expect?” You ask

“You favor Hyeongjun” Shownu says

“Excuse me?” You ask taking off the sunglasses that were on your face

“You.favor.Hyeongjun” Shownu says

“I do not favor him” you say rolling your eyes

“You sure?”Shownu asks

“Positive” you say

“If you don’t favor him “how come he’s your best fighter”? How come he’s your second in command” Shownu ask with a smirk

You stand up slamming your hands on the tbale

“He’s my best fighter because he’s proven himself!He trains night and day! He’s my second in command because HE was the only one willing to fight for the spot! He’s the only piece of my bestfriend I have left!” You say

“Okay sis clam down” Minhyuk says rubbing your back

“Now stay out my business…not like you haven’t favored anybody in your career” you say sitting down

“Excuse me?” Shownu says sitting up

“Don’t play coy with me…Sunhee was it?” You ask tilting your head. He grew quiet after that

“Now…let’s discuss how to get Cho back” you say with a smirk

“I was thinking we go in slow. Don’t be seen. Don’t be heard” I.M says

“Okay that’s fine. Me Hyeongjun, Minho, and Momo will go and take out the guards silently” you say

“No need for you to go” Shownu says waving his hand

“Excuse me?”

“There.is.no.need.for.you.to.go. Jooheon will have his shooters take them out” Shownu says

“Why would you call me back here if you didn’t want my help?” You asks

“I don’t know why Minhyuk called you…I think you should go back to Greece” Shownu says smirking

“Maybe I will” you say standing up and leaving the room

“Come on Shownu why do you keep doing this?” Kihyun asks

“You know just as much as we do that we need Yn!”Minhyuk says

“Do we need her?…or are you saying this because she’s your sister?” Shownu asks

Minhyuk chuckles running a hand through his hair

“I’m glad Yn gave you that ring back…I don’t want my sister marrying an asshole…now let’s go get Cho” Minhyuk says leaving the room

When pulling up the location cho was, Jooheon took his shooters to the roof of the building and waited for the signal.

“Jooheon! Your shooters ready?” I.M asks

“Yeah just waiting for the signal” Jooheon says

“Okay give it a minute” I.M says

“Wait a minute… where are the guards?” Hyungwon says peeking out the window of the dark van

“Aren’t they guarding the gate?” Shownu asks

“Uh no…and the cameras are shut off…” Minhyuk says looking on the screen. He had hacked into the security cameras

Just then everyone jumps from the sound of knocking. Hyungwon looks out the window and frowns

“It’s…Momo?” He says confusedly

“Open it” Shownu says

Jooheon opens the sliding door to the sight of Momo. She bows to everybody before speaking

“Evening boss” she directs to Shownu

“Evening Momo…what are you doing here?“ he asks

She steps aside showing the sight of Hyeongjun and minho holding a beat up cho

“Hyeongjun? Minho? What’s going on why are you guys here?” Jooheon asks confusedly

“Boss told us to come with her to get Cho and that you’d be our ride back” Minho says

“Where’s Yn?” Minhyuk asks

“I’m right here! Whew we had one guard tailing our ass had to beat him up” you say smirking while dusting your hands

“You beat up all the guards? Alright sis!” Minhyuk says

“We’ll talk” Shownu says glaring at you

“No. We won’t, how you doing back there cho?” You asks

“I’m fine besides the fact my eye is swollen shut…I’m fine” he says

“Okay I’ll clean you up once we get back” you say patting his leg

The whole ride back Shownu was burning holes in your face. You just looked over at him with a smirk. You knew he’d be mad. Did you care? Not one bit. Once you all were back at the warehouse, before you could get away Shownu grabbed your arm dragging you to the meeting room.

“What the fuck was that?” He asks

“What? All I did was my job?” You say smirking

“I told you too stay here! You could have put us all in danger!” Shownu shouts

“But did I? I went in silently and got Cho out without anybody being hurt” you say shrugging

“It could have went left! You were suppose to stick to the plan!” Shownu shouts getting louder with every word.

“But I didn’t! I got Cho back and that’s all it matters!” You say confusedly

“I don’t care! Your suppose to listen to me!” Shownu shouts throwing your arm down to your side. He stares at you chest going up and down obviously very angry with you. You just stare back in disbelief

“Shownu honey...did you forget I built this shit with you?! I don’t take orders from you!” You say

“Well that changed when you left” he says

You scoff rolling your eyes

“You were sloppy. They could have seen you” Shownu says

“If I’m so bad at what I do I’ll take me and my services else where” you say

“Maybe you should, I dont need you" He says trying his best to try and hurt your feelings, but you could see right through him like water. You knew this man like the back of your hand and he wasnt fooling anyone.

Your plump gloss lips turn up into a smirk before giggling at the man who now had a confused look on his face.

"Oh Shownu, How pathetic you are" You say shocking him

"Me? Pathetic? Please Yn all that sun in Greece has gotten to your head. Your speaking Nonsense" He says with a scoff.

You giggle again before placing both of your hands flat on the table. You turn your head a bit before looking him dead in the eye and bringing the smirk back to your lips

"You need me shownu, everybody needs me. I'm the glue too this shit and without me this shit will fall and you know it. I'm staying and I aint going no where so get your head out of your ass and stop worrying about mine" You say before walking out the room making the older man groan

You walk right down to the hacking room taking a seat next to Minhyuk

"So wassup? You leaving?" He asks

"I'm not going no where. It'll take a whole lot more than shownu fucking with me to leave again" You say mumbling making minyuk smile

"I'm glad your back, we really did miss you around here" He says patting your knee

"I missed you guys too, even my fighters. We're they really as bad as Jooheon said?" you ask

"Oh them Motherfuckers were off the fucking wall, They dont listen unless its you" He says making you frown

"They didnt listen to Hyeongjun?" You ask making the male shake his head

"A few of them listened but not all of them. They straight up told him that he wasnt you and they werent going to listen to him" Minhyuk says making you sigh

"Well all that stopped. I got them together, disrespecting Hyeongjun is like disrespecting me and I dont play like that" You say making minhyuk nod

"What did shownu say?" He asks making you roll your eyes

"He didnt say anything he was just bitching perusual, not really worried about him" You say shrugging

"Ignore him, we had it rough around here while you were gone" He admits making you nod and smirk

"So I've heard. I knew I was running shit" You say making him chuckle

"Yeah, you are. Just dont leave again" He says watching you stand up

"Wouldnt even think about it" You say kissing his forehead and leaving the hacking room.