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[wonyounglogy]

♡₊˚ ☆・₊ ♪ ✧ your sweet russian roulette

[anonymousicecream]

In the Park (Wonyoung x M Reader)

Day 9: Public Sex in a Park

"Pssst, Jang" You whispered, watching as THE Jang Wonyoung looked around the field before spotting her eyes on YOU. "Urghh, what do you want y/n?" You then walked over to her and leaned her against the guardrails, watching the performers on the stage while you start moving your hands on abs, caressing them softly. "Seriously?" Wonyoung asked you. "Not here of course. Follow me." You said, grabbing her hands before guiding her through the crowd, walking away from the commotion into a secluded area of the park the two of you are in right now.

Once you found an empty part of the field, the two of you didn't waste any time, immediately getting into action. You leaned in to kiss her. She replied to the kiss, not forgetting to wrap her arms around your neck. You moved your hands lower to her exposed hips, caressing them softly. As the kiss intensified, you started to lose grip of your surroundings, allowing Wonyoung to take over as she helped the two of you laid down on the grass. You sat on the grass while Wonyoung hopped on you, sitting on your lap as the kiss continues.

You moved your hands onto her straps, lowering them as well as her bra strap, moving her top and bra downwards onto her torso, exposing her perky, peach nipples. You used your hands to fondle and grope them while continuing the kiss, occasionally biting her lips and squeezing her nipples harder, earning low groans and moans from her. "Sit on my face." You say, before she shake her head. "No. This time, I'll make sure you smile all day." She said, before unbuttoning your sleeveless top, exposing your hard abs. "Holy fuck. Didn't know you have abs now."

She then moved to kissing your abs, kissing them fully while also palming your cock through your jeans. Once her kisses got to your crotch, she unbuttoned your jeans and lowered them, before your cock throbbed hard, poking her cheeks a few times. She then slapped them against her cheeks against before she hovered her mouth over your cock, opening her mouth to let some saliva drop onto your mouth before stroking your cock gently, coating your cock with her saliva.

She starts licking your cock up and down, before resting her tongue on your tip, licking it repeatedly. "Just get on with it you slut." Hearing this, Wonyoung smirked and immediately took your length into her mouth, resting when your cock was 3/4 deep inside her mouth. The sudden change in warmth and slickness as well as her hot breath almost made you cum then and there but you still manage to held through.

She lets your cock rest in her mouth, letting your cock grow even more before she continues sucking your cock, bobbing her head up and down on your cock. She hollowed her mouth after each bob, making her mouth tighter, while also getting deeper after each time, before your tip finally hit the throat. She tried this again before the last time when you pushed her head down on your cock, pushing it deep into her throat, forcing her to deepthroat you for a few seconds before she finally tapped your thighs, gagging violently. You lift her up, allowing her to get air. "Lay down, now." You instructed and she followed your orders immediately.

You removed her panties from under her skirt before aligning your cock with her pussy, finally pushing into her tight and wet pussy. "Are you safe?" "No. Just pull out." Wonyoung instructed. Since you're in a public space, you decided to not waste time, immediately thrusting fast into her. What was fast and shallow thrusts changed into deeper ones as your cock got deeper after each thrust, carving her pussy brilliantly. You also didn't forget to play with her tits, fondling them fast, matching your thrusts.

"F-Fuckkk that's it daddy, that's it!" Wonyoung moaned, feeling your thrusts getting deeper into her. "Are you close?" You asked Wonyoung while slowing your thrusts. "Y-Yes." You then thrust deep inside her and rest inside her while flipping the two of you, putting her on top now. "Ride me." Wonyoung smirked before she starts riding your cock. She starts off slowly before she rides you faster, going deeper after each ride before bottoming out inside you. "Grind it. It's much better."

Wonyoung followed your advice, and the first time she did it, she knew it changed her sexual experience as your big cock hits all different points inside her pussy, even brushing her g-spot repeatedly for a few times. A sudden thrust upwards by you is all she needs as she soon came, squirting out her juices.

She lifted off your cock and squirted all over your crotch and abs. You just watch while playing and sucking with her tits as she came, helping her intensify her orgasm. "F-Fuck, that was great." Wonyoung said, and you just hum as she sat on your lap. The warmth she gave definitely made you keep your hard-on, which she remembered when your cock throbbed against her thighs.

Wonyoung smirked at you before she moved lower on your body, grabbing your cock to start stroking your cock and sucking it. She moved fast and hard, tightening her grip after each stroke, trying to milk out the most out of you. "Just cum daddy. Cum on me, paint my beautiful body." Wonyoung moaned, keeping eye contact with you as her strokes got faster. She transitioned back to sucking your cock when you decided to pinch and play with her nipples, pinching them repeatedly, producing muffled moans from her. The sudden warmth from the moans, followed by the tightness of her mouth, caused you to throb hard. Noticing this, Wonyoung stopped sucking you and stroked you hard and fast before saying "Cum on me, cum on my face, watch it drop to my tits as you cum."

You immediately groaned, feeling as you came, spurting loads after loads onto her. Wonyoung stroked you faster as she saw the first spurt, aligning herself and moaning as spurt after spurt hit her tits, cleavage and face. She slowed her strokes down after your heavy spurts ended, instead stroking you slowly to milk out any excess cum you had. After you finished, she didn't forget to lick the excess cum off her fingers as well as her face, before rubbing the cum on her chest onto her tits and nipples.

[oakparchment]

Spitters Are(n't) Quitters

Wonyoung x Male Reader

Length: 415 words

Tags: blowjob, cum, spitting, piercings, cum lube

Summary: Wonyoung's a spitter but that doesn't make her a quitter

AO3

Wonyoung's a spitter but that doesn't make her a quitter.

She gets on her knees and looks up at you; her body doing a little bounce and her lips forming a skittish pout. From your member this causes a rouse. She won't stop until you give her what she wants - your throbbing hard cock in her mouth.

She makes sure to wear her fake lip piercing when she gives you head because the curved metal runs along that spot - the underside of your tip. And so every time she runs those glistening luscious lips along your length, oh my god it just hits. Tongue and lip piercings were made for blowjobs. This is a fact that Wonyoung takes full advantage of - even if her company would never let her get a real one.

You let her know when you're about to cum but all that does is spur her on more. She twists her wrist faster, she takes you in deeper, and she sucks you into her mouth harder. You reach your peak and start to leak in her mouth; her tongue curled and your cum swirled.

You know that saying - "when you nut but she keeps on sucking"? Yeah. Wonyoung lives and dies by that saying, as if it were the reason she was put on this world.

Whilst unloading in her mouth, each spurt of cum dribbles out the side of her lips. Some of it slides over your cock with her hand, the rest makes land on her tits. Wonyoung's favourite lube is white, warm and au naturel.

Not once did she pause the bobbing of her head or the pumping of her hand - not until she had extracted everything from your balls and they were made to quell.

You've creampied her slutty tight face hole but she doesn't swallow any of it, Wonyoung's a bratty bitch who thinks she's too good for that.

When you've finally calmed down from your orgasm, she blows you a kiss, the very last drop of your cum escapes from the corner of her lips. Once again, she looks up at you - but this time a trail of your cum waterfalls down from her chin, cascades over her perky little tits, and forms a small pool on the floor.

Here lies Lake Nut

- a place you are sure to partake in again.

You're the first to concede that Wonyoung's a spitter. But fuck it if this is what's known as a quitter you'd rather not succeed.

Wonyoung's also the narcissistic type to fuck to her own songs. "I'm a baddie, ba-ba-baddie, baddie Pretty little risky baddie" plays in the background as she sucks your soul out.

[cinnahoons]

౨ৎ. 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐄! - 𝖭𝖨𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖬𝖴𝖱𝖠 𝖱𝖨𝖪𝖨

CHAPTER 03. #missmovingon - written - 1.7k (masterlist)

YOU ARRIVE AT THE HYBE BUILDING A LITTLE BEFORE NOON. It’s hot; sweltering, even. Summer in Korea has never been something you’ve found all that appealing. It gets really humid here. Case in point: there’s already sweat collecting at the nape of your neck.

A sigh of relief escapes your mouth as you swing open the door, cool air conditioning sweeping over your skin in an instant. Thankfully, you haven’t sweat off any of your makeup. It’s a small victory, but all you can wish for in this cruel, cruel world. 

A nervous buzz permeates your senses. You fiddle with the sleeve of your pink tweed coat as you make your way up to the information desk.

“Hi,” you blurt, before you can find the sense to stop yourself. A woman with a shiny black bob whips her head toward you, thick black-framed glasses perched on the tip of her nose. She smiles warmly.

“Hello,” she greets, dipping her head. “How can I help you?”

“Um,” You blink nervously, a hot flush traveling down your back. “I’m the new stylist and makeup artist…for ENHYPEN.”

A look of recognition passes over the woman’s deep brown eyes, and she claps her hands together in excitement. 

“Oh, you’re Y/N?” She sounds delighted, enough that it starts to ease the knot in your stomach. You nod a little more enthusiastically at her, which only brightens her smile. “Lovely! Follow me.”

She rises from her chair, gesturing with her hand for you to tag along. Her black heels click against the flooring, and you have to skip a little to keep up with her pace as you begin to navigate down a long hallway. Her bob swishes as she turns to make sure you’re following.

“You’re going to love this, really,” she gushes, pushing her glasses up her nose. “They’re the sweetest group of boys.”

You hum in acknowledgment, offering her a little smile of your own.

“I’m sure they are. I’m excited to work with them.”

You’re fighting a very pesky and self-sabotaging urge to tell her that you already know them. You’d met them all before—two years ago, to be exact, when a bright-eyed and slightly younger version of Riki had brought you home to his dorm one day to meet them. He managed to keep you a secret from their management, but to hide you from the other members would’ve been an impossible task.

You swallow nervously.

At the end of the hallway is what appears to be a conference room. The door is large and…important-looking. There’s a little silver placard on it, and the woman flashes you an excited smile before rapping her knuckles against the wood.

There’s a pregnant pause—one in which you start contemplating whether any of this is worth it. There’s a lot on the line here, namely your dignity. You hadn’t thought that you would ever have to be face to face with Riki ever again, that that chapter of your life was over and the page had turned for good. But as fate would have it, all that separates you now is two inches of wood and a festering urge to run for the hills. You’re trying hard to remember Wonyoung’s words of encouragement when the handle turns with a click, and the door opens to reveal a tall man with shoulder-length black hair.

The woman waves at him before turning around to gesture at you.

“This is Y/N.” To you, she says: “Good luck with everything!”

You thank her, and then she’s off. Turning back to the man in the doorway, you give him a polite bow.

“Hello! I’m Y/N.” 

He smiles. 

“It’s nice to finally meet you. My name is Yuki; I’m the boys’ manager. Come in, come in.” He opens the door wider, but the large meeting table is still obstructed enough that you can only see the corner. You slip inside, which is the very moment your world begins to crumble.

All seven of the members are sitting around the table, conversing idly with one another. Their heads pop up one by one.

The progression is comical. Jungwon’s jaw drops first, followed by a bug-eyed Sunoo. Heeseung and Sunghoon look like they’re two seconds away from bursting into laughter while Jay and Jake watch nervously, their eyes flickering to the left. It’s probably Riki.

Oh, god. It’s definitely too late to turn back now. You find yourself contemplating whether or not you’re a good enough actor to fake passing out of heat exhaustion. Probably not.

Your eyes slide to the left. And; it’s Riki. Of course it’s Riki.

He’s different. Where there was once a soft roundness to his cheeks, he’s now grown into his face. His lips are plush, his eyebrows neat and thick above the dark angles of his eyes. His hair is dyed black. He also looks like he’s seen a ghost.

You’re standing stick-straight in front of the table, unmoving. Yuki seems to catch onto the weird energy that’s enveloped the room, looking from you to the members. 

“What is it?” He asks.

Heeseung actually barks out a laugh.

“Isn’t that—“

“Our old friend,” Jungwon interrupts. He’s managed to wipe the shock off his face, instead shooting Heeseung an unreadable look before turning back to you to smile with just a little too much teeth. “She’s our old friend.”

“Oh, are you? You didn’t mention that.” Yuki turns to you. You stare at Jungwon for a second before plastering on an awkward smile.

“Yes. Yeah. Um, I didn’t want to influence the company’s decision.”

He nods, smiling.

“I understand. Well, that’s actually great to hear. I hope you’ll feel a part of the team quicker this way.”

You haven’t spared Riki another glance since the first one. Frankly, you’d rather take a nice, long stroll over hot coals. The awkward energy in the room washes over you in waves, and your face feels oddly robotic as you attempt to maneuver it into another positive human expression. 

“Oh, definitely. I’m, uh, excited to get started.”

Yuki smiles widely, turning to the members.

“Okay, boys, this is how it’s going to go. I’ll leave you to get situated with Y/N, and in about…” he pauses, checking his watch. “...twenty minutes, I’ll come back to grab Sunoo and Sunghoon so that Y/N can get started on styling them for their variety guesting today. We’ll have our first group shoot with her tomorrow for EN-O’ Clock. Does that sound good to everybody?”

There’s a chorus of distracted hums from the members. Yuki barely pays them any mind, flashing you a quick thumbs up. 

“Let me know if you need anything,” he whispers, before he’s slipping out of the room.

Then, it’s just you and the door. You and the big, brown, important door.

And also the seven pairs of beady eyes drilling holes into the back of your head.

Someone coughs from behind you. Begrudgingly, you turn around. 

“So,” Jungwon says.

“So,” you parrot back. You feel awkward, standing there in your pink jacket and your matching pink heels. Obviously, you look good, but still. You suddenly wish your friends were there to say something helpful, like diffuse the tension! or fuck Riki! Either would work.

“Someone say something already.” Jay breaks the silence, shifting in his seat awkwardly. You sigh.

“Look, this is weird. But it doesn’t have to be weird. Because, like, this is my job now,” you drone on, the panic in your voice increasing with every word you get out. “And I obviously wasn’t going to turn it down just because of… er, I wasn’t going to turn it down.”

You almost flinch at your mistake, hoping nobody else caught it.

“Anyway, I’m not looking to be friends with you guys or anything. I’m your stylist now. So we can be, like, all weird and stuff outside of work, but in this building I’m going to do my job, and you’re all going to have to let me.” You inhale deeply, trying to calm your nerves.

“Can I just say—” Sunghoon tries to speak, but your gaze snaps over to him and he shuts his mouth promptly.

“Uh-uh. I’m not done,” you say, standing up a little straighter. “Just so you know; I’ve worked my ass off to be here, and I’m not letting stuff from my past ruin that. This is my career, and I’m not who I was two years ago. Okay?”

“Understood,” Jungwon murmurs. Almost all of the boys nod in agreement. Almost all.

Riki clears his throat, standing up from his chair. He’s much bigger and taller than you remember, his frame having practically doubled. He doesn’t spare you a single glance, his dark eyes trained on the door.

“I have to go,” he mumbles lowly. There really is a lot that’s changed about him; you can barely recognize the timbre of his voice. You try to say something back; nothing comes out.

As Riki announces his departure, a heavy silence settles in the room. He pushes past you, avoiding eye contact, his footsteps echoing down the hallway. You feel a pang of something—confusion? Anger? Regret?—as he disappears from sight. The rest of the members exchange uncomfortable glances, unsure of what to say or do next.

You swallow roughly before deciding not to get too caught up on it. After all, you weren’t lying. This is something far more important than a failed relationship; it’s your career. Riki can be as immature about it as he wants to be.

Taking a deep breath, you force a smile and turn back to the group. 

“He didn’t start insulting me the second I walked in, so I’d call that a win,” you say. Jungwon snorts, and Sunoo flashes an apologetic smile as you smooth your hands over your jacket and move closer to the table. “Also, I know I gave that whole speech, but…I really do hope you guys don’t think this is weird.”

“It’s a little weird,” Sunghoon chirps. Jake elbows him in the side.

“It isn’t weird,” Jake corrects, casting a sideways glance at Sunghoon, who’s now rubbing at himself dramatically. “Promise we’ll make this as not weird as possible.”

The rest of the members—save for Sunghoon, of course—hum in agreement. The uncomfortable feeling in your throat eases just a little bit.

“Thanks, guys.”

You can only wonder what tomorrow will bring.

💭 A/N! so sorry abt the wait on this one!! they have finally met each other again omg...riki is emotionally constipated wbk but now the real #story begins!! pat urself on the back for making it this far friends

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[moriwood]

Speakeasy Serenade — s.jy

sim jaeyun x male reader fluff 1k words

As the token gay guy in your circle of friends, going out drinking just means your friends talking about their boyfriends and you pouring out advice. Tonight you meet Jake, who seems to find you prettier than anyone he has met before.

includes: supportive friends (from ive) :D, fluffy college gaes, art guy meets math guy warning: n/a

You casually take a panoramic video for the mandatory social media post, swiftly scrolling through the tables of students your age to the blinding neon signage flaunting the swanky bar you’re currently lounging at. The discordant yet inviting noise of the people chattering and the unrecognizable generic house music coax you to saunter into the beat of the crowd, to melt into its blur and comfort, to lose your inhibitions along your fading sobriety.

The girls are once again enumerating their recent trysts, Wonyoung’s sophomore athlete, Yujin’s substitute instructor, and another childhood friend of Gaeul somehow suddenly coming back. They seek your counsel, begging for romantic advice as if you have any experience under your belt. You don’t, and all you have for reference is your BLs and fan fiction.

“Let’s talk about you now, got anything going on?” Gaeul drawls towards you with a mischievous glint in her eyes, cheek leaning on the back of her hand.

“You should be the one with the most stories here,” Yujin jests, roughly grabbing both of your hands. “You know, Wonyoung’s boyfriend says there’s a gay guy in their team,” she slurs, “she can make him set you two up."

You chortle, “I’m not interested, I’m already satisfied with seeing you all find your guys.”

They teasingly coo at you, patting your head and such. Wonyoung sternly looks at you though, muttering, “but we’d also be happy with you finding your man, okay?” 

You respond with a weak smile. As you inhale the temporary comfort from Wonyoung, your eyes meet a man a couple tables over, in his early 20s you presume, probably a senior from your university. For a second, the man seems to be caught off-guard, yet he quickly recovers with a blinding smile that could only compare to the sweltering of your summer breaks. 

The warmth of the bar could only get so much warmer for a usually cold man like you.

Your palms feel clammy as you fail to immediately break off eye contact, and now the man’s walking towards your friends’ table. The man is handsome, really handsome, and about the same height as you, maybe a little taller. Some less alcohol could have probably given you a wider vocabulary to describe the scene. He blends so well with everyone else, yet he just stands out. 

“Hey, have we met before?” he boldly asks, the conversations on your table abruptly stopping. All eyes are now on the man, and you hear your friends murmuring behind you. His gaze burns you.

“I don’t think our friend here remembers,” Gaeul butts in, noticing you struggling to find your words. Yujin cackles, gripping on Wonyoung’s thigh.

“No, I don’t think so,” you stammer, finding a familiar seal stamped on the guy’s varsity jacket. “Although it’d be safe to assume you’re also from…”

The man deeply chuckles, head tilting back as he holds onto your shoulder, veins running along his arm, Adam's apple bobbing… Damn. “You don’t know how happy I am to find out we go to the same university,” he chimes. “Ladies,” he glances at your friends, “would it be alright for me to borrow your friend?”

“You can even take him home!” Yujin cheers. “We’ll be here waiting for you,” Wonyoung looks at the man up and down, then whispers, “or maybe not.”

“Oh, uh, sorry, they tend to get rowdy when they get tipsy-”

You lose your lousy apology as he pulls you away into the parking lot, where the bar’s house music is instead replaced by the live music from the open lounge across the alley. The new vibe sobers you up, the silence being filled by the strumming of an acoustic guitar and the late night hustle and bustle. Your gut says that the man was about to do something foxy but then you see the man clumsily sit on a curb.

“Uh, I’m not kidnapping you or anything,” he awkwardly clarifies out of nowhere.

You furrow your brows in amusement, “I didn’t think of that-”

“And I forgot my name! Jake. Hi, I’m Jake,” he swiftly puts out his hand, withdraws it, then puts it back out like a malfunctioning robot.

You couldn’t stop yourself from giving a hearty laugh as you told him your name. “Nice to meet you, Jake,” you chuckle, giving him an uncoordinated handshake. As opposed to his confident and suave demeanor from earlier, he now gives off a more tame, and in fact, quite nervous, aura.

“So, you’ve got a habit of leaving your friends and pulling strangers out of bars?” you tease, sitting down on the curb beside him. A gust of night wind hits the both of you, tousling Jake’s hair to a fluffy mess. He looks like a puppy, you thought.

Jake grins, running a hand through his hair. “Not usually, uh, no. I just… I saw you and knew I had to take the chance. My friends won’t notice I’m gone.” He earnestly looks at you, and flutters bubble deep in your chest. “So, uh… What’s your major?”

“Creative writing,” you reply, “it’s a small community. And you?”

“Math,” he hesitantly replies, almost ashamed. “Kinda boring for you, huh?”

“Hey, there’s beauty in math too,” you contemplate, searching across the theorems and concepts you’ve heard in your mandatory math classes the past few years. The conversation flows as the two of you share the intricacies of your majors, as if you were already plotting a shared future together in your careers.

“Like the golden ratio,” you remember, eyes on Jake’s finger mindlessly drawing circles on the back of your hand. “Turns out there’s a mathematical reason why I find some artworks more pleasing than others.”

Jake’s eyes light up. “And I’m looking at a breathtaking work of art right now.”

You find yourself at a loss for words, looking back at Jake. “That was smooth.”

“Sorry, I couldn’t stop myself,” Jake smiles, tilting his head like an apologetic puppy. You just want to pat his head so bad. “Gotta use all my pick up lines now before I regret it.”

“You’ve got a lot more opportunities to use them,” you reply, belatedly realizing what your response implies. “If you wanna go out with me sometime,” you add. You don’t want to say goodbye yet, and Jake seemed to feel the same thing.

Jake eagerly nods as he fishes his phone out his pocket. “I’d like that. In the daytime, on campus, with no alcohol?”

Your heart skips a beat. “I’d like that too.”

author’s note: hi hello to myself, imma pretend i didn’t go away for six months 😚😚 here’s a nothingburger of a fic as a comeback HEHRTHDHGFHA 🎉 shitty thumbnail i made exposes when i started writing this 💀 also realized i always got my peeps in a college age setting, rly need to broaden my horizons for d next fic wuhnuweuwhheuw

— moriwood.

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how you get the girl ┊ 심재윤 series

précis › what’s the best way to get dating advice? well, after discovering a revolutionary relationship-help site, jake isn’t constantly troubled by the question anymore; it’s a simple thing, really… except for the fact that the admin he’s been consulting, is actually his campus crush, who he’s been using these corny pickup lines on, and he just doesn’t realise it yet.

tldr — jake asks an anonymous admin for advice on how to court a girl he likes, and doesn’t realise that said admin is that girl.

pairing › sim jaeyun and female reader

featuring › face claim : eson___, heeseung & jake & sunghoon & jungwon & riki of enhypen, yunjin of lesserafim, rei & wonyoung of ive, hanni of newjeans (occasional appearances of others!)

genre › social media, written (in certain chapters), slice of life, romance, fluff, high school au

warnings › use of profanities, kys/kms jokes, my horrible humour, warnings to be added in the following chapters

taglist › open. send an ask or comment under this post!

note › my first legitimate smau ^^ hopefully my humour + sloppy mistakes aren’t too unbearable; as always, hope you enjoy!

updates › slow : status ongoing

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written parts are highlighted with a (written) by the side

000 — lit slander!! (written)

001 — el oh el

002 — six feet under

003 — this isn’t it

to be continued . . . chapter names are subject to change

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A/N:This is for my smau I’m making it fem reader x Yu Jimin (Karina) so stay tuned if you want to see also I will most likely do updates asap so yeah byeee.

Also I was going to add Eunchae but there’s no more colours 😰 Ik it sounds stupid but I NEED THE COLOURS 😭😭.

Your friendgroup consisted of 7 people you, Kim Chaewon, Miyawaki Sakura, Huh Yunjin, Nakamura Kazuha, Jang Wonyoung and Shin Ryujin.

Each one of you had different qualities for your friend group for example you were the more introverted person and mainly focused on studies rather than popularity or gaining more friends over the two terms you’d already had at school however Ryujin was the complete opposite to you, she had lots of popularity and was friends or knew basically everyone in the school which was daunting to you at first but she had always been in your friend group so it’s not like she just left you all.

Well those were both of your opposing personalities but the rest of your group have their own personalities so we’ll get into that now:

Chaewon

Chaewon is more of a leader type in your friend group she isn’t controlling or believing that she owns the friend group or anything but she’s someone that your friends and you have all found comfort in relying on or always being there for you all to go to her for advice and also she was genuinely a caring person.

People know her because of her spot in student council and her fiery personality really points her out to people making her more noticeable but she’s never scared to talk about what she thinks is right and stick to it (P.S high key gets her friends out of trouble a lot)

She has her anger issues but she is a very caring person overall when she gets angry though it’s quite scary the only person to really calm her down was her closest friend that she had known since childhood, Sakura she had to admit she was attracted to her just a bit but we won’t get into that for now just give her some time and she’ll open up more to the thought of liking her best friend.

Sakura

Sakura was a Japanese girl who had moved to Korea at a very young age, she was about 5 when she had moved here and went into nursery being a bit wary but Chaewon had helped her through it and they became best friends after that never being separated from eachother, now Sakura tried to get thoughts of liking her best friend away from her head but she just couldn’t especially not after her hair cut to a Bob it really made her realise how inlove she was with her (ME TO ME TO GIRL) but she still can’t come to terms with it.

She is more like a mother figure in the group obviously being in the same year as you all but she’s somebody who can comfort and calm your friends and you easily and she is always able to help in a situation whenever as she is known to be a kind person everybody knows she is very kind she is well known but not popular like that.

Yunjin

Yunjin is a American girl who had moved here when she was about 11 which was where she had met you and Kazuha, Kazuha and you were friends with Sakura and Chaewon but weren’t exactly a friend group at that point to be honest Yunjin was the one who brought you together to be a friend group and with her extroverted personality it was easy for her.

Yunjin is likeable and her outgoing personality definitely makes it easy for her to make friends anywhere she goes so she is quite popular but she isn’t as popular as her other friend Ryujin she’s just Someone people will easily go and befriend but don’t get her wrong if you have any problems or do anything to her friends she will cut you off or just be really rude towards you.

Kazuha

Kazuha is also a Japanese Girl however she moved a lot later in life than Sakura and she struggled with Korean however you were her first friend, you had learnt Japanese from your father as he was a traveler and knew many different languages before hand so he taught you many as well, you and Kazuha conversed in Japanese however you did help teach her Korean from time to time but she did study at home so you grew hopeful for her.

She had moved to your school about a month before Yunjin came to the school and you instantly clicked having matching personalities and both being introverted and quiet, you bonded over small things and because you could speak to her in Japanese she was a lot more comfortable talking to you rather than other students, after she had spoken to Sakura as well she was comfortable with her but she normally just stayed with you.

Wonyoung

Wonyoung is like the it Girl of the friend group she is from a rich family and is literally loaded but she cares more for small details and being perfect, wonyoung doesn’t spend thousands each day like you’d expect someone like her to but she prefers to perfect everything before she goes to buy anything new.

She has a specific aesthetic where only people that eye details can actually notice the difference between her clipping her hair the same way with a different clip and saying her outfit looks so much better so she likes to make sure that the people she hangs out with acknowledges her slight changes over all.

Although she seems like she’d be popular she actually has a specific circle she stays in and it includes your friend group and a few of her cheerleader friends from her cheer team (she’s captain) but she also keeps on trying to “fix” herself because of her blatantly obvious attraction to her co-captain Yujin.

[jihyoruri]

wonyoung getting a bob is the universe saying that wow!yn and wonyoung BELONG WITH EACH OTHERRR

-🎀kira

this is another level of delusional babes

[jentlemahae]

Crazy doesn't have any highlight 'key points' which are usually there in kpop songs, ykwim?? Like the song doesn't have a climax but my God chaewons ability to make her parts stand out is incredible 🙌 👏 idk how she does it, every lsf song for me is just chaewons to own she just has that star quality. As a fan who have been following her since izone I'm just so happy she is out of woolim and kpop stans can see how good she is.

Looking back in pd48 it was easy to tell who are the rugged in memebrs one of them being chaewon but that group has been the most successful mnet group. All the recommendation debuts have been successful and it was filled to the brim with charismatic people. Chaewon, eunbi, yujin, wonyoung in 1 group was crazy.

yeah !!! crazy doesn’t have a climax or high point (unusual for kpop tts, yes!), which for me meant that it took me a couple of listens to really get into it, but once u do it’s a very catchy song !!! i think maybe it could be a characteristic of the genre/style of the song too

and same !!!!! i am so taken with chaewon this cb! her verses are so memorable and she always shines when she has a bob 😁🙌🏻 i wasn’t a fan of izone so i can’t speak on anything from the old days, but yeah so many former members are extremely successful !!! i mean of ioi u only really hear about somi and chungha, but izone has a lot of members who are now very popular

[wonyounglogy]

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[wonyoungandbeautiful]

Wonyoung listened attentively to Yeosang's words, her head bobbing in understanding. Despite her occasional impulsive and rebellious tendencies, she recognized the value in heeding advice from someone older and more experienced. However, she couldn't shake a sense of unease as they discussed further her relationship with Mingi. After all, the pair was known for their instability, and there was no guarantee that their relationship would lead anywhere positive. "I will," she promised with a bittersweet smile. But as she made the pledge, doubts gnawed at her, knowing it was uncertain if she'd even have the chance to fulfill it. "Um, we do hang out just the two of us, mostly at night though," she confessed, her gaze dropping to the ground, lost in thought. "But...we haven't really talked about what's going to happen after this trip." There was a fleeting moment of self-doubt, a whisper in her mind telling her she was foolish to harbor any hopes at all. The reality of their situation hit her like a wave, crashing over her with sudden force. His probing question acted as a catalyst, pulling her back from the realm of wishful thinking. As her vision blurred, her mood plummeted rapidly. Clearing her throat, Wonyoung rose to her feet abruptly, a shaky breath escaping her lips. With a delicate motion, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, her movements faltering. Gathering the blanket with trembling hands, she folded it neatly and placed it on the bench. "I'm tired, I'm gonna go," she announced, her voice wavering as she retrieved her cup. Without waiting for a response, she turned on her heel and hurried back into the kitchen.

while some people easily brush any sort of judgements off their back, that had never been the case for the ateez member. he was someone who took things to heart, perhaps to an extent that was less than ideal. finding balance could be difficult, but that's why having his friends and loved ones for perspective and assurance was so important. ❛ i think it can be hard for anyone, give yourself time. ❜ yeosang was older by several years and still struggled with it sometimes. hearing the confession earned a soft chuckle. it certainly wasn't something he hadn't heard before. his exterior was a bit icier than the others he was often surrounded by, which could make his quiet and pensive demeanor come across in a different light than their vibrant and more buoyant ones. regardless, he was grateful for the compliment. ❛ no need to thank me, i'm just being honest. take good care of him, that's all the thanks i need. ❜ finishing off the remainder of his tea, he carefully set his cup to the side before curling up more comfortably in the blanket that draped over him. ❛ i hope you two have plans for some alone time while you're here, or maybe when you get back? ❜ while spending time at the villa surrounded by friends was nice, there was a lot of drama unfolding... not to mention the peace and quiet of a simple date just between the two of them could do wonders for whatever anxieties or fears either of them might be feeling in the moment.

[minsgis]

Comeback season finally began. Those restless hours was upon the rapper, and he couldn’t be more thankful about not being home as often. After all, spending his days away from home was the distraction he needed. New songs, new dances, anything to keep from thinking about her. She who shall not be named. Just the mention of her would send him down a spiral of depression. Making these outings much easier on his heart. Hang out with friends to alleviate the sadness that clouded over his goofiness. Tonight, he would pause all of those memories that seemed to resurface when his head touched the pillow. Replaying the last night he saw her. So, he was happy about going out. The music deafening any thoughts that he had, and merely focusing on having fun. Listening to that same Jay Park song that boomed through the nightclubs. Not that Mingi could blame them because even he… was bobbing his head to Mommae.

Balancing the somaek in one hand, Mingi worked through the crowd to reunite with his friends who had been waiting for him in the private area they rented in the corner of the nightclub. Though they paid for the comfort to stay away from the loud crowd, Mingi was positive that his friends had probably already invited a few behind that rope barrier. Working his way through people was challenging since he had passed his tipsy stage two drinks ago. Perhaps the sunglasses weren’t helping his vision. Though he was leaning his head forward, his eyes were peeking through the top lenses. Proving impossible to multitask when he had already entered his drunk phase. “Excuse me, excuse me, whoa, excuse me…” Mingi tried to yell each time a person got too close. But of course, someone had accidentally elbowed him, making him accidentally spilling some of his somaek. Already cursing, Mingi glanced in the direction where most of the liquid fell only to make eye contact with her. Just like that, the irritation he felt about the nearly empty drink was now directed towards his new view. Witnessing Wonyoung dancing with Johnny. And worst of all, spotting the hand placement followed with her movements. Anger quickly flushing through his veins as he chugged the rest of his drink, and already, his legs were gravitating towards her. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He blurted when he was close enough. 

@johnnyj-suh

Strobe lights flashed and flickered in one of Seoul most exclusive nightclubs. At first, the thought of having to get dressed up and go to a bar, then a nightclub, chat to people and pretend she was fine wasn't a part of Wonyoung's plan for a Friday night. The past couple of weeks had been draining, so draining that she dreamed of her bed constantly. While her sleepless nights in the comfort of her bed became a routine after her last encounter with her ex boyfriend, worried friends begged her to go out with them, let loose. But her no's soon turned into a disinterested yes after her friends' perseverance. The pretending became exhausting but the brunette was a good actress, a smile adorning her face as she feigned enthusiasm once she stepped into the nightclub.

The establishment was infamous for their drinks and she now understood why. Her fingers wrapped around her third cocktail of the evening, a hint of the strawberry flavor clinging to her lips as she finished the fruity drink on an empty stomach. Slightly intoxicated, the brunette joined her friends to the dance floor as her favorite song played. Eyes barely focused on the crowd of people before they landed on him. Mingi. What was he doing there? Her gaze curiously studied the people around him, wondering who was his company and who was not. Though her conscience told her she was unkind to him, Wonyoung felt an irresistible desire to make him jealous. With a charming smile, she turned to the only male friend she came with, her arms wrapped around his neck. Swaying her hips in an alluring tease, she grabbed her friend's hands, placing them to her low back as she discreetly glanced back to Mingi.

@minsgis