#ayoung gifs

[aiseukeurimbingsu]

Ayoung - Hard 2 Love

[ofseok]

☆ → @choboss​​

For an idol who had been in the industry for over ten years, he certainly should know better than sneaking out of the hotel without security. But it wouldn’t be Seok if he weren’t reckless, and he hadn’t really thought that he would get followed all the way to Mexico. It wasn’t the first time, but Minseok had been too busy with his comeback and everything that he had forgotten how dangerous this all could be. The soloist was enjoying some street food when he noticed the flash in his eyes. Like a deer caught in headlights, Minseok had looked around until he found them, and knew he was fucked.

Although he had texted Haneul (knowing he was fucked up completely), he knew nobody would ever be as fast to arrive there on time. He forgot all about his food at the table and got up, trying to find a way out. In his rush, he hadn’t noticed the person next to him until it was too late and they bumped into each other. Minseok was about to apologize when he recognized one of Braveheart's managers, and felt like he just was having a bad day. Of course, one manager would tell another, and soon his manager would know. Forget the problem he would get once his brother read the text, his team would have his head. But there was no time to focus on anything, so he reached for her arm and gently pulled her out of the way. "I'm sorry, Ayoung-ssi. But there's two people following me and we have to get out of here pronto."

[tbhsilver]

     rehearsals were so irrelevant to silver at this point. they’d been doing the same fucking setlist for nearly a year, except for the occasional addition or two. everyone already knew their lines, their steps, everything. so, the days flora had to go to the venue for practice felt like a total waste of their times. with her sunglasses on and a iced coffee in hand, the leader slunk through the hallway backstage, heading in the direction of the dressing rooms. according to their manager, the girl groups were the ones at the aztec stadium today for a stage rehearsal. she prayed to whatever god that existed that she wouldn’t have to deal with another run-in with hwang deiji. however, the moment she rounded the corner and spotted ayoung, the leader realized that maybe she should have added a certain other person on her ‘do not run into’ list.

    silver paused at the sight of the braveheart manager, contemplating on if she should just keep walking or not. after a beat, she decided on the later. the brunette’s lips quirked downward as she removed her shades, nodding her head in acknowledgement at her former friend. “ hey. ” she replied simply. at the very least, she could keep things professional. “ is braveheart rehearsing first, or us ? ” flora’s team being incompetent ( as always ) hadn’t been clear on that. so if nothing else, at least ayoung could give her clarification.

꒰ ♡ ꒱ — @choboss​ !

[infinitegossip]

is it just me or is ayoung such an....odd fit for braveheart's manager?? shouldn't she be coasting on her parent's money or trying for a solo debut in the industry? what a waste of potential.

“ i know, right ? with her money and connections, who would even dream of labor ? we shouldn’t judge, though. maybe she likes getting coffee for four divas. ”

[ofxiang-archive]

♔ !

it wasn't unlike nikolai to lose track of his belongings. more often than not, it caused more work — more trouble — for phoenix's manager; it was a bad habit that he had never been able to break. from spontaneous ubers back to stadiums and hotels on a search for a misplaced item, or forgotten luggage—not to even mention lost passports, a damn mess was a good way of explaining his very character.

he could've sworn that he left with his wallet, which was what stumped him the most. when he reached into an empty pocket at the till, a line of other customers behind him, he pulled a face, checking his other pocket before giving the employee a forced grin with an awkward chuckle. “ sorry, i'm sorry—one minute, ” antsy, now, he patted down his jacket with knitted brows, trying to ignore the sharp stare of the displeased cashier and the other sets of eyes that he felt. growing panic settling in his empty stomach, her tone of voice caught him off guard, and before he could even form a reaction ( which would have been another apology and then leaving the store to call it a day ), a familiar face appeared by his side. raising his eyebrows, he looked at her slightly dumbfounded at the unplanned meet, before smiling, delighted to see his good friend. “ ayoung ! waa, weird coincidence. you just saved my day. like, literally, ” the tension eased with her there, as it always did. “ thank you, i'll pay you back. i don't know where the fuck my wallet went. ”

– – ｡˚ ˚☽ @ofxiang

➜ ayoung wiggled in place, fingers drumming against the drink she clasped in her left hand. she was usually the type of person who had plenty of patience but she hadn't eaten in twenty four hours, though not intentionally, and she was starving. the london fog latte and fruit sando had her name all over them and she was ready to just finally sit down and let her brain and feet rest.

her eyebrows furrowed as time ticked away and she was still standing in the same spot in line, waiting to checkout what could be taking so long? she craned her head around the person in front of her, seeing a tall, slender man searching for something. the cashier eyed him warily, an impatient look on her face before snapping at him. "are you going to pay?" ayoung's eyebrows raised at her tone, surprised how she was speaking to him. cutting the line, she held out her assigned company credit card, one of the perks of being staff with infinite. "just charge him to my account, please." she interjected, offering a reserved smile to help cut the tension.

[icarustypicalfall]

Ardor

MASTERLIST

rudy parra x fem!reader

summary: Something along a fireplace, a warm bed and your loved one tangled to you screams home.

note: just fluff, no angst have fun. My finals are still for another week, sorry. Little update because it's just right. Ily all <3

DO NOT TRANSLATE, TRANSFER, COPY, STEAL, REPOST MY WORKS OR ANY OF MY FICS ON ANY SITE OR PLATFORM.

I'LL FIND YOU AND STEAL YOUR SOCKS WHEN YOU'RE ASLEEP

“Aimer et être aimé, c'est sentir le soleil a la fois sur son visage et sur sa nuque.” D.V

Your feet shifted beneath the covers, seeking warmth between the sheets. Your husband remained still, holding you close to his chest as if he feared a beast might steal you away in the night.

It was early, the sun yet to rise from the dark purple sky outside, the stars still shining brightly.

You stirred, slowly turning to face Rudy. He was still asleep, his soft, calm breaths breaking the radio silence of the small flat. His lips were slightly parted, revealing his pearly white teeth beneath his pinkish lips.

Your hand gently reached out to touch his face, feeling the warmth radiating from his skin. Your fingers traced the contours of his cheeks, savoring the sensation of his soft flesh. Unconsciously, Rudy leaned into your touch, mumbling incoherently as he tightened his grip around you.

His hands were warm, while yours felt icy cold.

You never quite understood this dynamic. You and he were so different, so unlike each other. Yet, there was a strange bond between you that defied explanation.

Years swiftly passed, yet your yearning for each other only grew stronger. The flame of love between you never ceased to burn.

At times, you feared it might consume you entirely, like a raging fire that engulfs everything in its path. But Rudy's gentle reassurance, whispered in warm embraces, banished those thoughts from your mind.

You shifted again, still gazing at your husband's sleeping form. The small flat was one of your most cherished possessions.

It was cosy, with brown paint adorning the walls. The scent of wood, pine, and cinnamon always lingered in the air.

Originally, it was the home of a poet, a man who had found solace within these wooden walls and amidst the scattered candles.

Here lay the legacy of ayoung man, who, despite living in misery, remained hopeful.

Sometimes, you could almost swear that the walls themselves would crack under the weight of silence, as if yearning to reveal the secrets of the verses that were penned between moments of madness and sanity.

You let out a contented sigh, satisfaction filling your lungs. You looked up at the sky, a gentle breeze nudging the clouds aside, painting them with a delicate shade of pink. Settling back into bed, you continued to gaze at the awakening nature, your hand finding comfort in running through your lover's hair.

Resting together in bed was pure bliss, an enchanted memory that the two of you cherished dearly. Your husband was a busy man, that much you knew. His position and job carried constant danger, like a red button waiting to be pushed at any moment.

Perhaps it was this knowledge that had kept you restless on countless nights before you became official. But Rudy never hid anything from you. He wore his heart on his sleeve and his soul in his eyes, filling you to the brim with a gaze that spoke of unwavering commitment and undeniable adoration.

He promised you truth, a raw naked reality.

You feared his truth, but never him. His hands were stained with blood, his eyes held the remnants of sanity, and yet there was a strangely comforting aura about him that kept you hooked to this day.

He was true to himself, desiring nothing more than to be loved by you. From the very moment you met at your friend's party, he knew you were meant to be his.

The racing heartbeat and silent prayers that accompanied your every passing were enough for him to gather the courage and make his move.

He asked you to dance, spending the night spinning you around. By the time you grew dizzy, he was breathless, holding onto your hand as you giggled, attempting to regain your composure.

His whole being buzzed with adrenaline, a wide grin adorning his face as you complimented his dancing skills and wished you possessed the same grace.

For a few seconds, you both stood in silence; the courage he had mustered seemed to wane.

Panic flickered in his eyes as he frantically looked around, trying to find a way to keep you by his side a little while longer.

Never had he enjoyed bachata as much as he did with you. It was as if he felt it deep in his bones, just as his grandma had once described love to him in his childhood, before tucking him in at night:

"Love? A strange feeling, hijo.

When your insides itch and your brain flips, you'll know you've found the one."

He was nervous, shyly asking for your number, blaming it on the dancing lessons he would teach you.

With any other man, you would have called it a night and gone your separate ways, never to see each other again. But this enigmatic man was unlike anyone you had encountered before. His timid yet sarcastic demeanor left you wondering how he could possess the look of a cat and the spirit of a tiger.

That was years ago. And here you were now, married, lying in bed with the very same man who stepped on your heel out of nervousness.

Rudy slowly stirred, sighing as he tightened his grip around your waist. He lifted his head, his husky voice tinged with sleepiness:

"Morning, amor... I missed you..."

He nuzzled into your neck, his warm lips leaving a trail of burning kisses on your cold skin.

You cupped his cheek, whispering softly:

"Missed me? I've been here all night... right beside you..."

He raised his head, his deep heckory gaze meeting yours.

"Not in my dream. You left..."

You nodded, resting your head against his bicep, still gazing into his eyes.

"I got lost in a maze, and you appeared at dusk but left again at dawn."

You leaned closer to his face, peppering his skin with gentle kisses.

"Only in your dreams did I leave. I would never go away. I'll always be right here."

He grinned, now fully awake. Rudy murmured, a calm smile playing on his lips:

"I have loved you since the day you pierced my heart... You called it your forever home. You inhabit my body, my soul. My mind is nothing without thoughts of you."

He continued, resting his forehead against yours.

"Say the words out loud, so that I know they're true."

Breathless, overwhelmed by his comforting presence and the burning reality surrounding you, you whispered, just loud enough for him to hear:

"I love you, Rudy Parra."

[pomegrnate]

nombre:  ayoung jia especie: humana edad: veintisiete sexualidad: bisexual. ocupación: repositora de supermercado (+ información)

open to: f/f,  m/f,  f/nb

plot: jia es una cuidadora empedernida. Necesita ser servicial y perfecta en todo momento. Ve a las personas como proyectos en los que depositar toda su energía. Me imagino alguien que desafíe su postura, o que intente sacarle algo de rebeldía. Un contraste. Pero abierta a todo!

environment: un pasillo detrás del supermercado donde jia trabaja. La luz es escasa, la noche recién comienza.

el sonido de la máquina había aturdido todos sus sentidos. derramó la última gentil sonrisa al suertudo cliente, preguntandole sobre su día, su esposa y sus hijos como la rutina embellecida que había forjado. paso cada producto por la máquina, manteniendo la misma actitud en cada movimiento. Positiva. Firme. Constante. Solo una vez que concluyó sus tareas dejó el cartel de fuera de servicio en la mesa, dirigiéndose rápidamente a la puerta de salida sin ver atrás. Sosteniendo la respiración dejo que el aire golpeara su rostro, sus labios relajándose, su semblante cayendo, su cuerpo finalmente dejando entrever todos los recovecos de cansancio del día. Buscó con cierta brusquedad un cigarro en sus bolsillos, aferrándose a el como si su vida dependiera de ello. Solo un ruido la detuvo, subiendo su guardia una vez más. '¿Hay alguien allí?' cuestionó sin pensarlo, con una nueva sonrisa en su lugar. 'Oh, eres tú...'

[infinitenthq]

{ lu, 21+, cst, she/her } —— look who’s joining the infinite tour! only CHO AYOUNG, who is the BRAVEHEART'S MANAGER. i’ve heard whispers that the 26 year old is pretty MOTHERLY but lowkey NEUROTIC also, doesn’t she remind you of IM HAN SOHEE?

ACCEPTED ! joining the infinite tour is han sohee CHO AYOUNG ! please be sure to turn in your account within 12 hours and follow the tags ; if you need more time then let us know ♡

[farttherapy]

A death scene (also without sound and only music) of a now widowed young mother of ayoung couple finding their OD'ed partner slumped outward at the base of the kitchen oven. Their name is Rose, the best friend to Sam, short for Samantha, the lead.

3:53

Music of Glitch Money: a taste

Supermarket (post acquiring biometric readers). Supermarket fantasia, a scene of abundance. Again, a near kaleidoscopic nod to Busby Berkeley in slide 2.

Opening sequence

Sam receiving, opening, and reading her acceptance letter to a fellowship program at the Arcology

Bliss

Ennui stemming from over abundance

Walking away

Sam spots Neil deGrasse Tyson at an event. Disassociated on account of nerves, she tells Rose that she’s going to “ask Neil to prom”. Sam is promptly tackled by Tyson’s security team as she approaches him.

A night out

Rose watching her daughter, Grace, sleep wondering how they’ll make it? (Sans vocals.)

Hacking the biobands

Networking under pressure and in as short amount a time as possible due to using of stolen biometric reader wrist band (bioband).

Breaking into the bio and factory

Hijacking biobands from owners

Sam’s friend giving her a fun personal, tour of the Taurus Dream Sequence Pod™️ facility at the gritty manufacturing level

Hacking biobands in order to fake posting positive emotions to the BioBank™️. Credits.

Anti-capitalism

[aiseukeurimbingsu]

Ayoung - Joker

[mooonsherbet]

110106 // supa dupa diva

[yesilovekpopgg]

[fanbynature]

K-pop Music Videos for Spooktober

↳ Dalshabet - Joker | 25/30

[xojinnie]

" that's not a meal, unnie ! but it does sound yummy. " jinnie giggled as she took a seat on the couch, eagerly reaching out for the to-go bag. once everything was unboxed and placed on to the coffee table, the maknae clapped her hands happily as she took in the scent. it smelt like samgyeopsal and her stomach rumbled at the thought. that sounded so yummy right about now. as much as she enjoyed traveling to new places, nothing would beat the food back home. " there's plenty for us to share. " she declared as she popped open the container of rice. thankfully, the restaurant packed enough utensils for the both of them. ayoung has no choice but to join her and eat well.

the brunette smiled at the manager's excitement, glancing up to see what was inside of the garment bag. her eyes lit up in delight. " that's so cute. " zeroing in on the pink wool top, jinnie admired the sight. it looked like something she would pair with her everyday outfits. she wondered if the brand would let her keep it after the photoshoot. " i love it. " she expressed her approval, smiling up at ayoung as she pointed at the next bag. " that one next. " as the older woman handled the clothes, jinnie fixed up to plates so that the both of them could eat. " do you think these will look good on me ? " the modeling and fashion side were definitely the most nerve-wracking part of being an idol, so far. much like variety shows, the maknae didn't enjoy them as much because she felt so anxious about being perceived. when she was on stage, it was easy for her to become someone else. but having people scrutinize her real life appearance or personality ? that was the worst.

➜ ayoung couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips at the maknae greeted her. she was too precious for words and that wasn't just bias being braveheart's manager. if anyone was the phrase, "to know her was to love her" incarnate, it was park yunjin. "i got myself one of those 700 calorie coffees, so it's basically a meal, yeah?" she laughed, nodding towards the large coffee that was overdecorated with whipped cream, chocolate shaving, and chocolate sauce. it was a bad habit but she loved milkshakes and she loved coffee so she just couldn't say no.

at the mention of the selection, ayoung grew a bit giddy. "okay, so!" she began, hanging them on the rack that had just been wheeled in. "i did some wheeling and dealing and got you the absolute best fits-- not to toot my own horn!" her warm smile was replaced with a proud smirk as she opened the garment bags. "i don't care who else is a brand ambassador or working in the collection, you got the best. we have this number, a pink wool top with an accompanying white skirt of the same fabric. how cute, right?"" she turned to jinnie, hoping she would be as excited about the fit as she was. "this is just the first outfit. we have three more! which bag next?"

[lupitalover]

Dal Shabet - B.B.B Big Baby Baby

[pomegrnate]

main muses 

basic information.

nombre:  kim soohyun especie: humano edad: veinticuatro sexualidad: bisexual ocupación: mafia son, club owner faceclaim: jeon jungkook

open starter

in-depth.

llamados de atención que jamás tuvieron consecuencia. peleas que concluyeron en la inverosimilitud de sus víctimas. su apellido corría como fuego sin dejar rastros. ninguno de sus actos tuvo castigo y a pesar de ello, Soohyun siempre fue consciente de su legado. cabeza baja. hombros firmes. boca callada. el caos que lo abrazaba en el resto de su vida se apagaba por completo al traspasar las puertas de su casa. su prisión de cristal. su padre, el rey de una red de mentiras, escándalos, asesinatos y drogas. su padre, un despiadado hombre que en su vida solo quiso un hijo como legitimidad y permanencia. soohyun fue prometido a una tierra hostil y sanguinaria, tomado como discipulo desde antes de poder caminar. no obstante, siempre intento escurrirse bajo las sombras. mantenerse vivo. mantenerlos contentos. firme, algo cobarde. armo su propia red de mentiras, un club decrépito lejos del lujo, una mina de oro para él y un pasatiempo para su padre. sabe que no durara mucho en sostenerlo como distracción, pero se aferra a el como si su vida dependiera de ello.

basic information.

nombre:  ayoung jia especie: humana edad: veintisiete sexualidad: bisexual ocupación: repositora de supermercado faceclaim: minatozaki sana

open starter

in-depth.

una chimenea vacía, fría, a la espera de sus dueños. aquellos que no llegarán. una niña, arrimada a sus cuatro hermanos. esperando fuera de la enorme blanca sala con un brillo de ilusión en sus ojos. un padre, devastado, despide a la mujer que ama y sale por la puerta. los cinco niños contemplan al adulto. éste, les da las malas noticias. su madre ha fallecido. construyen una nueva vida, algo catastrófica, algo precaria, algo deprimente. la mayor, jia, asume el rol de su madre y ésto, la consume. dedica su infancia y adolescencia al delicado pero ambicioso propósito de contentar a todos. un trabajo para pagar las actividades de sus hermanos, otro para intentar pagar las deudas alcoholicas de su padre. otro, para subsitir. camina a un ritmo agotador para cualquier humano. llega agitada a todos los lugares, pero siempre en punto. la gente cree que es perfecta. ella piensa lo mismo. mas sabe, en su interior, que no existe vacío que pueda llenarse con falsedades. los niños han crecido, lo suficiente para que vera pueda dejar algunos trabajos y hundirse en sus estudios. como siempre, es impecable. notas perfectas, ensayos que merecen el aplauso de sus profesores, amistades que le alaban. no obstante, algo falta. esa sed de poseer alguna responsabilidad. necesita un proyecto, algo -alguien- a quien cuidar. y lo encuentra.  en una disparatada, en un perezoso, en alguien desaliñado. en un completo extraño. la consumen  y los consume una y otra vez. una simbiosis constante a la que su cuerpo ha tomado como veneno y cura de una vida llena de tormentos.

secondary muses

basic information.

nombre:  young hwan especie: humano edad: veintiseis sexualidad: bisexual ocupación: cajero en una librería faceclaim: min yoongi

in depth.

cruza por sus venas. esa sed de llenar cada diminuto silencio con un seductor suspiro, un murmullo grotesco, un agonizante gemido. su hogar siempre estuvo lleno de ellos, ¿por qué buscar otro camino diferente? es lo único que ha conocido. cuerpos desnudos, billeteras llenas. parece más fácil de lo que realmente es. intenta ser parte de la sociedad. común y corriente. mas los libros no le llaman. las tareas las aborrece. las evaluaciones no le otorgan nada nuevo. y vuelve al mismo ciclo. vuelve a sus raíces. si su madre lo hacía, si así la había conocido su padre y si ambos se habían amado con locura a pesar de ello, ¿por qué el mundo insistía en que se tratase de un pecado? ¿por qué alguien debía estar atado a amar a solo una persona? ¿por qué no podía otorgar algo de el a cada quien que cruzara su camino? la música, las manos sueltas, esas miradas indiscretas que cruzaban el salón. todo parecía contentarle. no estaba hecho para oficinas. y si bien, sabía que necesitaba algo más que todo eso. se contentaba con lo mínimo. un anillo en el dedo jamás le había inhibido. es más, le incentivaba. el aroma a prohibición era un estimulo más. 

basic information.

nombre:  lee Haein especie: humana edad: treinta sexualidad: bisexual ocupación: oficinista faceclaim: lee sunmi

short version.

astuta, reservada, desafiante y contemplativa. No deja que nadie le pase por encima. También, desordenada, torpe y atolondrada. No esta segura de como ha mantenido su trabajo por más de diez años. Sus compañeros tampoco y han inventado rumor tras rumor con tal de justificarlo. El mas hiriente y reciente, un romance con su jefe. 

basic information.

nombre:  pelton wade especie: humana edad: veintisiete sexualidad: bisexual ocupación: desempleada faceclaim: nicola peltz

short version.

el caos que todo lo habita. No hay espacio que contenga a pelton. Su semblante ocupa todo recóndito lugar y se ocupa de ello como si fuera su proyecto de vida. Quiere y hace que toda persona la conozca. La admire. La desee. Centrista, narcisista y elocuente, toda su vida se la ha dedicado a ganar favores de los demás. Ha seducido cada paso de su vida, sus amistades, sus familiares, sus profesores, cada quien ha sido víctima en una cautelosa y meticulosa red formulada por Pelton. Lo que quiere lo obtiene, no porque haya trabajado por ello, sino trepado despiadadamente para alcanzarlo.