#btob sungjae imagines

[lovericky]

I need more btob fanfiction, PLEASE. IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES BEGGING. they are my favorite group rn, and i have read all their fanfiction on here. also, i need more melody friends

[kangyeosaang]

BTOB · 나의 바람 (wind and wish) teaser #2

[yawn-junn]

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[etherealyoonghwa]

Btob Recommendations

Minhyuk

The Fan Meet @blu-joons

My Ideal Type @blu-joons

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[xinganhao]

ⓘ frequently asked questions.

put together a quick list of common asks i get, just to make things easier. ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ may update as i see fit. last updated: dec. 29, 2024

what apps do you use?

i primarily use social maker; secondarily, social dummy. unfortunately, both apps are no longer on the app/play store. :( i've seen people use memi message as an alternative for texts + twinote for sns.

how do you do the instagram stories?

i go in depth on it here. the general gist is that i make a highlight on instagram -> rename the highlight to the 'username' i want -> add to the highlight & screenshot from there.

how do i read all of your work?

my masterlist is in my pinned tweet, but you can also check out the #── ᵎᵎ ✦ mine tag to scroll through my work without my answered asks, yapping, etc.

how do i know if/when requests are open?

i indicate on my pinned post whether requests are open or not. as i've mentioned in my guidelines, i don't consider requests sent while the requesting period is closed.

what types of requests are ok?

🟢 fluff, angst, crack. established relationships, platonic relationships/friendships, poly relationships. a range of au's including non-idol, idol!reader, etc. boyfriend!svt, brother!svt, husband!svt. reqs based on songs, media (i.e. movies, series), tropes, or prompts. 🟡 smut/suggestive (can be difficult to translate in this format). cheating/infidelity, emotional hurt/comfort, themes of grief, high school aus. reqs based on another author's body of work (unless they've explicitly stated they are okay with remixes/spin-offs). 🔴 abuse, age gaps, character death, emotional manipulation, gender swap, sa/sh/ed, terminal illnesses, yandere. reqs based on a different user's smau/text imagines.

why haven't you answered my ask for a certain request?

i'm still slowly but surely working through my inbox. sometimes, i'll time/schedule a release, which is why i may keep an ask as i consider how to execute it. i'm never intentionally unresponsive; there's just a lot of asks to work through and, again, i sometimes like to bide my time to ensure the quality of my work. there are also times where i simply do not have the inspiration for a certain request. i sometimes still keep an ask, just in case i might be inspired at a later date/time. otherwise, i make no promises on the fulfillment of any requests/prompts sent my way.

will [insert verse] have a part two?

sequels to any verse is always subject to inspiration. i don't mind getting asks/comments like this, if only because it gives me some idea of what people might want to see more of! but please understand that━ for the most part━ each piece of work should be able to stand on its own, unless otherwise stated.

can you give us more headcanons/drabbles for [insert verse]?

gladly! it's sometimes easier for me to come up with brief headcanons or drabbles for my work, and i love, love, love talking about most verses. if you have any questions or clarifications, my inbox is always open. i'm usually more open to these than making a full second 'part'.

what are your favorite tropes/alternate universes?

second chance romance/exes to lovers, enemies/rivals to lovers, first loves, slowburn, idiots in love. aus: soulmates, dystopias, college/university, sports, entertainment industry.

why don't you follow back?

xinganhao is a sideblog to @ylangelegy.

are you filipino?

🫡 so feel free to interact with me in fil/eng! hehe.

who are your bias/es?

i ult hao (surprise, surprise), but my bias line includes vernon, jihoon, and soonyoung.

what other groups do you stan?

stray kids is my ult. i also follow day6, tomorrow x together, xdinary heroes, and p1harmony. fun fact: i got into k-pop via yook sungjae of btob! (•ᴗ•,, )

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[ilhoonftw]

Omg there's been so much discourse with BTOB lately. From what I see on Twitter, Korean melodies are really unhappy with how BTOB (Company) are now promoting a fanclub with just the 4 of them and they don't seem to be making space for Changsub/Sungjae to rejoin them any time soon in their OT4 promotions, and they've omitted their debut date and fandom birthday (???) from BCOM season's greetings and some other mishaps. Peniel recently went viral for making fun of disabled people and melodies were defending his behavior/swept it under the rug which pretty much caused me to unstan BTOB.. I even saw some people blaming Ilhoon (Even more ?????) for BTOB's present state and believing that they would have stuck together if they kept it as 7 (IMO, I think that that's ridiculous because what?) It's a pretty good time to be checked out of BTOB because literally what is going on now

peniel did what.... oh lord

they are grown men, they had conflicts back when ilhoon was still a member so blaming ilhoon for anything ... he got busted, left and kept himself hidden for almost 4 years 😬 him staying wouldn't have the effect people now imagine because in 2023 each member (hopefully) picked the best option for their career... sungjae and changsub would still do what's best for them, and so would the other two

as someone who always was :/ about fans telling their faves to start a company as welp idols aren't the most business-savy people and entertaiment industry isn't easy to navigate... i feel sooo puzzled about anyone being surprised btob company isn't exactly a smooth sailing venture

[oraclekleo]

Hello Kleo, i want to join the villain talk please :))

Which male idols could you imagine as Joker? 💕

Hello!

Welcome to the discussion! 😁

Let's make this clear first. I only consider the cartoon Joker (with the voice of Mark Hamill), Jack Nicholson Joker, Heath Ledger Joker and with both eyes closed Jared Leto Joker. I have recently watched the movie Joker with Joaquin Phoenix and I didn't like it. I understand it's a new and original take on the character but it doesn't follow the traditional and original Joker character from comic books. Therefore I'm gonna pretend it doesn't exist for the sake of this discussion. You can disagree with me but that's all you can do about it.

As for Joker, I actually can see plenty of male idols who could play the role. Joker is a true sociopath, he's actually happy being the bad guy, he's enjoying his time battling Batman, provoking him, bringing the worst side of Batman into the light. Joker is manipulative, completely egoistic and utterly chaotic and unpredictable. That's his thing.

I can easily see some of the more crazy male idols nailing this type of role.

Wooyoung from Ateez (I mentioned it recently), Kim Byeongkwan from A.C.E, Sungjae from BTOB, Kyung from Block B, Won Hyuk from E'LAST, Baekhyun from EXO, BamBam from GOT7, Dongwoo from Infinite, J.Seph from KARD, Minhyuk from Monsta X, Taeyong and Ten and Jeno from NCT, Xen from OMEGA X, Hwanwoong from ONEUS, Mill from OnlyOneOf, Hui from Pentagon, Jeonghan and The8 from Seventeen, Hwiyoung from SF9, Key from SHINee could nail the Joker role but then again, he's basically perfect (lol), Hyunjin from Stray Kids, Eunhyuk from Super Junior, Woosung from The Rose, Yeonjun from TXT, Ayno from VAV, Ken from VIXX, Seokhwa from WEi, O.de from Xdinary Heroes.

These are the ones I can think of right now. There would be more if I consider actors, too.

I would like to say, that Joker is actually one of my most favourite villains of all time and many of the mentioned male idols are my biases so this is truly meant in a positive way. 😊 When I think someone would make an excellent Joker, it's one of the biggest compliments I can give.

Out of curiosity, what kind of villain would I be? I know @saintfool already included her idea in one of her asks (which I will complete one day) but how about the rest of you? Can you imagine me as a villain? 😂

Thank you for keeping this discussion alive!

Kleo 🦄

[killingmebtob]

Forget-Me-Not // Yook Sungjae

Author: @killingmebtob // Chi

Title: Forget-Me-Not

Characters: Sungjae

Author’s Note: This based on my favorite myth. Can you guess what it is?

Summary: Sungjae went on a vacation where he met a strange girl who can't say a single word except his name.

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Sungjae chose that place and time of the year to take his long overdue vacation. He has been working day and night for almost all days of the week; he made sure that all his projects were well worked on. Despite his full schedule and being one of the country’s top celebrities, he made sure that he gave his one hundred percent in anything that he does.

Work like a rookie.

That was his motto in life. It was his way to give thanks for all the blessings that he received.

It was a known fact and it had been in different articles how much Sungjae has been blessed. He came from a well-off family; his parents are more than supportive of the things that he wanted. His sister is the same too. He has a great career and great friends that are like brothers to him. He’s good looking and has a great voice. People say that he was born under a lucky star but despite those blessings, Sungjae lived humbly. That was the factor that made people seal their belief that Sungjae truly was a blessed soul.

Sungjae sometimes thinks that people were just exaggerating but when he thought about it, he’d realize that he does have all those blessings. Then, he’d wonder why.

Did I save a country in my previous life? He would sometimes think.

With that in mind, Sungjae never failed to give back to people and to give thanks.

After working hard for many months, Sungjae decided that it was time to reward himself with a one week vacation. The only problem was everyone knows him and if someone spots him and recognizes him, it wouldn’t be a vacation. So, he chose the most remote part of the country for his vacation and travelled to the place secretly with the help of his manager.

That was his plan. It was a carefully laid out plan and he even thought of his disguise just so they were sure that no one would recognize him. He made sure of that.

He was sure that it’d work.

He was.

But not anymore.

Not since he felt an unknown presence near him that morning when he went out of the lodging house where he stayed.

With a bucket hat that almost covered his eyes, a fishing pole, and a bucket of bait, he went out to fish in the nearest lake. It was a cloudy day and it seemed perfect to be outside.

The moment his foot stepped outside the premises of the lodging house, he felt like someone was looking at him. He quickly dismissed it and thought that maybe he was just paranoid. Who could blame him? Most of his life, he was surrounded by the people’s attention that he couldn’t help but to feel like that.

He continued his walk down the lake and settled on the banks where he thought there would be good catch.

Fishing needs patience and precision and that’s why he loves it. It’s his favorite hobby of all.

He drank from the can of beer while he waited for a catch.

Minutes passed by and Sungjae felt it again—like someone was watching him.

At that moment, he’s quite sure he wasn’t just imagining it. He heard leaves rustled somewhere, an indication that he wasn’t the only one in the place.

Did someone find out that I am here? He thought.

It is possible what with the investigation skills of his fans. But he hoped that it wasn’t the case. He made sure that it wouldn’t happen.

He didn’t make a move. He pretended that he didn’t notice. He went back to relaxing and drinking but his senses were all up.

He heard the person move closer, carefully, a few steps behind him.

Wait a minute, am I gonna be mugged?

Sungjae thought maybe it wasn’t a fan but some thief who would try to steal from him. With the way that it moved, it seemed like it would jump him from behind.

Sungjae balled his fist as his heartbeat went faster and faster. It’s like catching fish, he just had to wait and observe.

The person came closer and the clear rustling of leaves under its feet made Sungjae surer that he wasn’t just imagining things.

He gulped as beads of sweat dotted his forehead.

Nearer now.

Just one more step.

Sungjae prepared himself for a fight as he turned around and swung his fist up aiming for the intruder.

It happened within a few seconds.

His eyes landed on the intruder but instead of a man ready to fight him, what he saw was a woman in a white sundress. The woman who was looking up at him with her eyes wide in surprise stood frozen on her place. Her face tilted up, eyeing the fist now aimed at her.

Sungjae’s reaction was as quick as lightning. His mind registered what he was about to do. With all his strength, he stopped his own fist moments before it landed on the face of the wide eyed woman in front of him.

For a few seconds, both of them stayed like that.

The woman froze in her place with her hands glued to her side, her face pale and eyes were wide with shock. Sungjae with his mouth slightly open as his arm was lifted and his balled fist a few inches from the face of the woman.

Seconds ticked by and it was the woman who moved first.

The wide-eyed expression on her face faded and a big smile slowly formed on her lips. Her eyes became gentle, almost smiling too—smiling at Sungjae.

Sungjae didn’t know how to react. He hasn’t even adjusted with the fact that he was about to punch a girl in the face.

And there she was, instead of trembling in shock or getting angry at him for what he was about to do, she just smiled. No, not any ordinary smile. A wide and bright smile.

Sungjae swore that it felt like the clouds suddenly parted and the sun’s rays peeked from behind when the strange girl smiled. It was captivating, the way her aura radiated with just a tiny action.

There’s something about her.

There was a voice at the back of his mind.

Before he could analyze what he was thinking, the girl did another action that almost unhinged his brain.

She was quick that Sungjae didn’t even register her movements. Before he knew it, her arms were already around his waist as she buried her face on his chest.

“Sungjae…” she said in a soft voice that reminded him of the chilly breeze on a windy day.

He froze in place as his heart felt like it suddenly stopped beating.

He didn’t know what to do in a situation like this. Usually, he would just run. But what bothered him was that he doesn’t even know who the girl is.

Sungjae acted quickly but with care.

He gently pushed the girl away from him.

“Hey,” he said. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” He backed away a few steps from her.

She stared at him wide eyed but fascination was on her face as she stood in her place with her hands suspended in midair.

He should’ve been creeped out by her actions but he just couldn’t. Curiosity took over him. And there was something else. He felt that she’s familiar. Why?

“Sungjae!” She exclaimed again as she stepped closer to Sungjae, preparing to hug him one more time.

“Hold on! Stop right there!” He said with his hands in front of him, motioning for the girl to not make a move. Sungjae’s mind was quick to work. She knew him. Maybe…

“Are you my fan?” He asked.

The girl looked confused as if trying to figure out what he just said. It gave Sungjae the chance to study her.

She’s shorter than him and she was wearing a white sundress that seemed too thin for the weather. Her dress looked kind of muddy at the hem that stopped just below her knees. He looked further down and saw her muddy legs and bare feet.

“Why aren’t you answering? Are you my fan?” He asked again.

She shook her head. “Sungjae,” she said his name once more but this time, she motioned her hand and pointed to Sungjae.

"How did you know my name?"

She didn't answer; instead she just stood in her place with her hands clasped on her chest as she looked lovingly at him.

He tried to process the situation in his mind. If she wasn't his fan like she said, then who was she? How come she knew who he is? And why did she look like that?

Sungjae glanced at her bare feet once more. It had rained in the past days and he's quite sure that with what the girl wore and the way her muddy feet were damp, she would catch a cold.

"Do you need some kind of help? Are you lost?" Sungjae asked only to be given yet another silence from the girl.

"Where's your family?" He tried again. "Do you live around here?"

The girl just smiled at him as she said his name.

Sungjae didn't know what to do anymore. She wouldn't talk and he didn't know if she needed any kind of help or she's just strange.

Without giving her much thought, he grabbed his fishing equipment and went on his way back to the lodging house.

Once, he looked back and saw her standing in the same place with that smile on her face.

He continued to walk without giving her another glance, wishing that she wouldn't follow him.

Maybe he should have glanced a second time. If he did, he would've seen the grass on the side of the lake grew greener and healthier starting from underneath the girl's muddy feet.

//

“Can you please stop following me?” Sungjae said to the girl, trying to control his temper.

He thought she was already gone or she stayed by the lake when he left but he was wrong. It was well and good when he reached the lodging house and stayed inside for a couple of hours, glancing out the window now and then to see if the girl was outside. And when he was sure that she was nowhere to be seen, he changed his clothes, he even wore a cap, to go outside to try the famous restaurant with the authentic dish.

That was his plan.

When he went outside, he was still on alert and would still look behind him to see if she was anywhere. He was relieved when he didn’t see her.

He didn’t know what to do with her or who she is. It was weird that she knew his name. It was weirder when he sensed something new yet familiar when he looked at her.

But Sungjae dismissed that thought and said to himself, "Doesn’t matter. I won’t be seeing her anymore."

He was a fool to think that. He later realized that he was mistaken when he sensed a presence beside him.

Deep inside, he already knew who it was even without looking.

He was right.

She walked briskly beside Sungjae, trying to match his long strides.

And there it was again, her warm smile towards him.

Sungjae walked even faster, wanting to lose her. He even tried overtaking other pedestrians when he reached the market. She still caught up with him but he could see that she was trying to catch her breath.

Somehow, Sungjae thought she looked like a cat. A persistent cat trying her best to follow him.

I’ll lose her somehow, he thought.

What Sungjae started as fast walking became much faster until he found himself running in between alleys and crowds of people—taking random turns left and right, making sure to not look back, hoping that she wouldn’t be able to follow him.

He ran until he felt his lungs burn. That was when he stopped. He caught his breath while crouching down in an alley that he wasn’t familiar with.

He didn’t worry about where he was as he’s smart. He’ll figure out how to go back to the lodging house in one piece.

Sungjae looked around. He even waited a couple of minutes just to make sure that she was nowhere to be found.

He felt like a thorn was plucked from his chest when not even a glimpse of the strange girl’s dress could be seen anywhere.

He continued walking until he found an old man who runs a small shoe shop by the end of the alley. He stopped to ask for directions and in the middle of the man’s instructions, Sungjae felt a hand grip his arm tightly.

He looked to the owner of the hand saw the strange girl once more.

Her face was pale and beaded with sweat as she tried to catch her breath, holding onto Sungjae’s arm for support. Despite the effort to breathe, she still managed to smile at him.

It seemed that she was too tried to run to catch up to him.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. At that point, he reached that side of himself that went against his ethics of being a patient person.

She makes his mind confused. He doesn’t like that.

“Can you please stop following me?” Sungjae said to the girl, still trying to control his temper.

It somehow sounded louder than how he intended it to be. The way the old man was taken aback and the way the girl looked at him with shocked eyes was an indication that he didn’t succeed in trying to suppress his irritation.

“Didn’t your parents teach you the right way to treat a lady?” The old man incredulously said.

Sungjae didn’t know what to say. The old man obviously didn’t know the true story. Anyone who saw or heard him that time would think that he mistreated the girl. It didn’t help that the girl looked like she stumbled and fell in the mountains.

Sungjae unknowingly glanced down to her feet and remembered that she didn’t have anything on. She was shifting her weight from one foot to the other as if the ground was on fire.

It took him a few moments to realize why.

Each time she lifted one of her feet a couple of centimeters from the stone pavement, Sungjae got a glimpse of something dark red.

Sungjae crouched down and grabbed one of her ankles to look at her feet.

True enough, it was full of dirt, blisters, wounds, and blood.

He felt a pang of guilt. She must’ve gotten those when she followed him in the market. The stone pavement must’ve cracked her unprotected soles. Or maybe she got the other wounds when she walked by the side of the lake.

He looked up at her, trying to figure out why she would go to that extent just to follow him.

He looked around for a clinic or a hospital to take her to but all he saw were stalls as they were at the end of the alley. Good thing the old man let him borrow the first aid kit in his stall and he even gave them clean water, soap, and towel to dry her feet with.

“Here. Clean your feet with this,” Sungjae said, handing the bucket of water to the girl. “Then apply medicine to your wounds,” he handed her the box of first aid kit.

She looked at the objects as if it was the first time she saw them.

Sungjae saw that. But he thought, "That’s none of my business anymore. I already helped her get those things."

He was already three steps away from her when a voice blossomed from the back of his mind.

What if she doesn’t know how to use it?

He tried to get rid of it and just thought that she should know how to. It’s very basic.

You’re the reason why she got those wounds.

On times like that, Sungjae wished he was a bad person and that he could just walk away without caring. Maybe he should’ve. He doesn’t even know who the girl is. But that isn’t Sungjae. He had always cared for the welfare of others.

Irritated with himself, he turned and went back to where the girl sat.

She smiled at him.

There was a side of him that got annoyed with that familiar smile. There was also that side that was getting used to it.

He grabbed the bucket and the box from her and crouched down in front of the girl to wash her feet.

It is the most sensible thing to do as a human, Sungjae thought. Anyone would help another person when they see that they needed help. He thought that’s what he was going to do even to his strange stalker.

He soaked her feet in the water and tried to focus on cleaning her wounds. He chanted in his mind over and over again, I am only doing this because I am helping her, but it didn’t change the fact that what he was doing was a very intimate act.

Still, Sungjae distracted his mind so that he won’t think about how soft her feet were and how tiny her toes were against his big palm. He focused on the bruises and the cuts on the soles of her feet. Some are deep while others are just scratches. Sungjae imagined how the twigs and the rocks by the side of the lake must’ve done this to her. He glanced at the pavement where he ran and thought that there might be cracks and sharp parts on the pavement which had cut her deeply when she ran after him.

Unconsciously, Sungjae wanted to smack himself thinking that if he didn’t run away from her, she wouldn’t have all these deep wounds.

Sungjae’s thoughts were preoccupied with guilt and curiosity about the true identity of the strange girl when he felt a light touch on his forehead.

It was a touch as gentle as the wind which could go unnoticed. Somehow, to Sungjae, it was more than that. There was a strong force unseen by the human eye that made him stop what he was doing and look up at the face of the girl in front of him.

Her hand was suspended in front of him as she gazed at him with her tender expression. But she wasn’t smiling anymore. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. She bit her lip as if trying to suppress her emotions.

It stirred something inside Sungjae and it seemed like he was stabbed with a thousand knives when he looked at her.

Emotions mixed inside him.

Pain, sorrow, longing.

He didn’t know where it came from nor why he was feeling that way when he looked at the woman he hadn’t met before.

And then the flashes of light came.

Sungjae thought it was just some light reflection from a mirror somewhere that hit his eyes. But the small blinding light began to move so fast until finally it engulfed his sight. Everything around him was so bright. He was sure that it hurt his eyes but for some reason, he couldn’t close them. Then, came the noise. It was like thousands of people chattering in the background, drowning him with a thousand words mixed together from strangers that he couldn’t see.

Everything was a total mess in Sungjae’s head. The light and the noise; everything was mixing together making his head hurt. Somewhere in between the fast-moving lights, images started to appear. At first, they were like tiny drops of watercolor on paper until blurry images gradually resurfaced. He tried to make out what the image was about. He thought he saw a face. A face so familiar yet so strange to him.

His mind told him that he didn’t know who the person was, but his heart was telling him something else.

He tried to hold on to the small familiarity but it just slipped from his hands like grains of sand.

The chattering around him became louder and louder that it almost made Sungjae’s ears bleed. And somewhere in between the noise, three words resurface. The words were clear and the voice was of a person he was familiar with.

“Don’t forget me.” Those were the words.

As sudden as the blinding light swallowed Sungjae, he was again back in the alley crouched down while holding the wet feet of the strange girl that followed him as he looked at her face.

Her hands were still suspended in midair in front of him as tears fell from her eyes.

“Sungjae,” she said his name once more.

It was her voice.

A tear fell from Sungjae’s eye. He didn’t know why he was crying.

“Aren’t you finished with the bucket?” The voice came from behind Sungjae.

Startled, he looked behind him and saw the old man standing with an annoyed expression on his face.

“Almost done,” Sungjae said as he continued washing the girl’s feet. He didn’t even remember why he stopped or what interrupted him.

//

“There. You’re all good now.” Sungjae said, looking at the feet of the girl sitting on the bench. He admired the way he dressed the girl’s wounds.

So, what now?

Sungjae eyed the girl who sat in front of him. She looked up at him like she was expecting him to do something.

“I have helped you,” Sungjae said to her in a warning tone. “Now, stop following me around. Or else, I’ll take you to the police station.”

He’s not sure if she understood what he said. She just looked at him with her doe eyes.

Sungjae looked away. There was something about her eyes that drew him in. He felt like if he spent another second looking directly into her eyes, he would get consumed.

“Did you hear what I said?” He asked her.

It took her a few seconds to nod her head, acknowledging that she did.

Of course she did. But the question Sungjae should’ve asked is if she understood it.

“I’ll be going now.” He said, eyeing her. She didn’t make a move. She just fondly smiled at him. “Don’t follow me, ok?”

She didn’t answer.

Sungjae turned his back and walked briskly away from her.

“Argh!” Her voice made Sungjae stop in his tracks. He looked behind him and saw her walking limply as she followed Sungjae. She dragged her feet on the pavement, soiling the wounds’ dressing. He saw her struggle with the pain but she still kept on walking to him.

“I said don’t follow me.” He said, but instead of annoyance, his tone was more of concern for her. There she was again, going through the pain.

Sungjae thought that it was no use, leaving her behind. He thought that she would just drag her wounded feet around, looking for him.

He shouldn’t run away. The best thing to do, he thought, was to find out who she is, how she knows him, and why she keeps on following him around. The only way to do that was to observe her. She wouldn’t talk. Sungjae thought that maybe the only word she knows how to say is his name. Heck, maybe it’s the only word she knows.

This gave him so much more to think about.

Taking her to the police station did cross his mind, but somehow, he thought that she wasn’t a criminal. There was a small tug in the corners of his brain telling him to trust her.

So, he did. But not fully. At least, not until he knows who she really is.

//

Sungjae twisted and turned on his bed. He tried to keep his eyes shut but it just wouldn’t work. Nothing seemed to work. Despite being out the whole day, he couldn’t sleep.

His mind kept on replaying everything that happened from the lake to the time that he got back to his room.

It all seemed like he was part of a dream. A dream that made no sense at all. Even his actions didn’t seem to make sense.

Nothing did.

It all started when that girl appeared.

Part of him regretted going back for her in that alley but all the while, it felt like he was on auto-pilot. He was aware of everything in their surroundings, but he did things he thought he shouldn’t have done with a total stranger.

He bought her a pair of sandals which seemed normal, knowing that she didn’t have it, which was part of the reason why she got her wounds. What seemed to truly bother him was that time when he helped her walk as she had a hard time doing it. His hands automatically went to her shoulder and her elbow to support the her.

It wasn’t awkward. He should’ve felt awkward. The girl should’ve felt awkward. But somehow, it wasn’t. There was a sense of familiarity with the way her body fit perfectly against him.

She was so close to him that Sungjae thought she smelled like the four seasons all mixed together. She reminded him of the scent of flowers during spring, the warm breeze in the summer, the crushed leaves during fall, and the hot choco during winter.

She reminded him of home.

He knew there were other things too that happened that time when they were in the market. But for some reason, the memories just kept on slipping from his mind. The scenes turned to a watercolor painting submerged in water.

Still, there were a few that he was able to recover.

He remembered how he took her to a restaurant where he ordered two sets of meals without asking what she wanted because he knew what it was. He knew what she wanted to eat. He also knew that she drinks a sip of water before eating. He knew that she doesn’t like to face the door when eating. He knew.

Despite her not being able to say a single thing except for his name, Sungjae openly talked to her. He told her about his life, his hobby, his struggles at work, and his achievements. He told her about his friends and his family. He even told her about his dilemmas; something that he never told anyone, not even his own parents.

He told the strange girl in the white dress about how he sometimes felt suffocated and incomplete. That despite all the blessings that he received, his whole life was missing something.

The more time he spent with her, the more he was drawn closer and closer to her.

He felt so familiar with everything that she does. He felt warmth when he saw how she smiled with awe in her eyes upon seeing the wonders in the market. There was an innocence in her that was rare to find in all the other girls he met.

Truth is, Sungjae’s ideal types of women are those that act more mature than him. He had always been drawn to girl who knew what they want and when they want it. Those women who could make his childish side shut up. So, it was a wonder to him that he felt something for the strange girl.

He thought it silly, honestly, as it hadn’t been a full day since he met her, and there he was, comparing her to his ideal girl. Heck, he doesn’t even know her name. Somehow, it felt like he knew her from a long time ago.

At the end of the day, he couldn’t bring himself to leave her outside of the lodging house. He was too worried to leave a girl alone not knowing where she lived or how she will get home, that is if she does have a home.

It was a good thing that the owner of the lodging house, a nice elderly lady, offered to help him. Now that he thought about it, it was indeed odd. The elderly lady never asked any questions when he told her that she doesn’t know where the strange girl lived. Instead, she offered a vacant room for her. The strange girl too seemed like she knew who the lady was as she was comfortable being with her despite them meeting for the first time.

He was sure that they met for the first time as he did ask the lady if the strange girl was from the town, but she said that she wasn’t and that it was the first time that she saw the girl.

So, there was Sungjae, on his bed, his mind full of thoughts about the girl who occupied the room adjacent to him.

He thought that he’d get answers if he got close to the girl. However, all he got was a mind full of questions and chunks of his memories turned to blurred scenes due to reasons unknown to him.

//

Wake up.

Now.

Sungjae woke up with a start. He didn’t know how long he was asleep but the full moon was high in the night sky and it illuminated his whole room through the glass window.

His throat felt dry and his body was soaked in sweat under the sheets. He knew he dreamt of something but he couldn’t remember what it was. His heart was loudly hammering inside his chest as if he ran a marathon.

Feeling like he couldn't go back to sleep anymore, he got up and headed to the lodging house's kitchen to get a glass of cold water.

That was when he noticed that something didn't seem right.

No, there was no noise or whatsoever, instead it was quiet.

Too quiet.

Oddly quiet.

Sungjae knew this for a fact because he had woken up in the wee hours of the night many times before. When the people slept, it seemed like the whole house slept too. There was that quiet and homey hum of silence, the soft chirping of crickets, and the gentle night breeze.

But the quietness he encountered tonight night was different.

The silence was deafening.

It seemed like time had completely stopped.

The unsettling silence hung in the air for what seemed like forever until it was broken by the simple sound of a footstep.

Then another followed by another until it revealed itself in the form of the strange lady that Sungjae met.

Her white dress seemed to give off a faint glow as she walked down the corridor and out of the lodging house. She didn't seem to notice Sungjae who was observing her as she walked out barefoot once more.

He wanted to know where she was going in the middle of the night. He thought maybe she did have a home and she would finally go there.

He wanted to know.

Quietly, he followed her.

Her footsteps made gentle sounds against the dirt as she headed down to the lake.

Sungjae kept a distance from her as he carefully watched what she was going to do once she reached the lake where he first met her.

Soon, he reached the clearing to the banks of the lake and was awe struck by how the bright, full moon hung directly above the lake. The quiet waters reflected it, spreading its light around the area.

It was magical. He never saw anything as captivating as the scene he just witnessed.

Under the glow of the moon, she stood by the lake with her back to Sungjae.

Her dress seemed to shimmer with the glistening lake.

She stood in place and looked up, the light bathed her in such a way that she looked like a painting of an artist.

Then, she slowly turned around and faced Sungjae’s direction as if she knew that he was hiding behind the bushes all this time.

Sungjae held his breath as he met her eyes. He was sure that she was looking directly at him. As if his body wasn’t his own, he stepped out from the bushes and went to where she stood.

With each step he took, the clearer her face became. Even if the lady that stood in front of him was the same woman he met in the same place, there was something different about her.

It was something that had been nagging him at the back of his mind the whole day.

He tried to figure out what it was. Was it her eyes that seemed to change color every second she gazed up at him?

Yes, maybe it was her eyes, Sungjae thought.

As he stared deeply into those two jewels, he found himself spellbound and mesmerized. Everything around him seemed to blur except for the lady that stood before him.

She did not say anything to him. Instead, she stepped closer until they were just a few inches from each other.

Sungjae’s heart was beating loudly in his chest. It was like there was a steady drumming from a distance, slowly approaching like a marching band.

Then, he felt her soft fingertips wrap around his hands and hold it.

Her palm was warm and soft but he wasn’t even surprised to know that.

Her touch felt very familiar to him.

“Please remember,” he heard her voice though she did not move her lips

Before Sungjae could ask if he was imagining it, he felt his breath hitch as the girl stood on the tip of her toes and pressed her lips against him.

He felt light headed. A thousand memories swarmed in his mind, overlapping with one another. Faces, voices, and places that seemed strangely familiar. He felt different kinds of emotions flood his chest.

He was like running through a tunnel of lights, hoping to finally see the end.

The blur started to make sense. The faces started to get more vivid.

He saw himself, only from a different time. He knew it by how he was dressed. He knew just because he knew.

Then he saw her as they both stood by the same lake but in a different time.

Years ago, his mind whispered to him. He believed it.

The same scene popped in his memories multiple times but he knew that with each image, he goes back in time. Further and further.

He went back to that time of the World War when innocent families got tangled in the conflict and died. He went further back to that time of the revolution and the thirst for power between the government and religion. That time when man had great discoveries that changed the world. He went back to that time when monarchs fought for the land. He went back to that time when people, rich and poor, young and old, died of the plague that almost swept the population.

On and on, he saw the past unfold in front of him.

Until he stopped in the time when the things we considered as fantasy in our current time were still a part of the reality. The time when lands were one and the beings far superior than man roamed the Earth.

And then, he saw her.

She stood under the shade of a great tree. Her back was turned to him but he knew it was her.

He knew her. His soul knew her. Her name lingered in his mind like a sweet song that he loved to hear over and over again.

She was clad in a white silk ensemble that was artfully put together with gold pins of roses. Her hair rippled down her back like waterfall. It was decorated with beautiful flowers of pink and white that seemed to have sprung from her hair.

She turned around and smiled upon seeing him, as if she had been waiting for him.

Sungjae’s heart leapt with joy upon seeing the face of the woman he loves. He felt himself smile as he walked to where she stood and embraced her tightly.

“How was the hunt?” She said as she looked up to him.

Sungjae had an image of himself holding a bow, breathing slowly as he aimed at a deer. He shot it straight to its heart, preventing the animal to suffer any longer.

“It was great,” he said as he placed his hands on the sides of the lady’s waist. “We will be having a feast to celebrate the great game. You must come,”

The lady looked down, “You know that I couldn’t,” she said with regret for not being able to grant her lover’s wish.

Sungjae knew why. She was not like any of them. She was a Goddess; an immortal unlike him.

Their love was forbidden by the heavens. For them to be with one another like that was against the laws of the universe.

They tried to stop themselves but their love was far greater than what the Gods have made.

The scene of the memory quickly changed and Sungjae found himself inside a chamber—her chamber.

The lady stood in front of him, sobbing while touching his cheeks.

“I beg you. Listen to me!” She trembled. Fear filled her eyes as she looked from side to side, as if she was afraid that someone might overhear them. “They know,”

Just two words and Sungjae felt the weight of everything that was happening. Raw and cold fear crept up to him. The Gods know.

“H-How?” Sungjae asked.

“I don’t know,” she said, trying to find the answer because she too had no idea. She was sure that the protection she placed on both of them was strong. Then, it hit her: the only possible reason. “It must be him. I am sure it’s him. He had been acting strangely. Please do not go hunting anymore. He knows of your hobby. I am afraid for your safety, my love,”

The lady’s betrothed was a God like her but she does not love him. She had always been against their union. He was an ill-tempered God that cannot be reasoned with.

Sungjae didn’t know what he would do. He wasn’t afraid for himself. Being a mortal like him and accepting that he would someday die was enough to make him brave. He was afraid for the lady. He heard of the punishments given by Gods and he never wanted it to happen to his love.

The scene of the memory melted once more and the next thing that Sungjae felt was a great amount of pain in his abdomen.

He was lying on his back, he felt the cold and dewy grass behind him while he looked up to the blue sky.

The day was strangely pleasant despite a huge gaping wound on his body.

He held up his hand and saw how the thick blood that gushed from his wound coated it.

For the past days, he had been avoiding the mountains or anywhere near where he usually hunts. He had been very careful. Unfortunately, on the twentieth day of hiding, he was lured to the forest by a child's cries. He thought that the child was in danger. In the forest, what greeted him was a huge mountain lion. It snarled at him hungrily and looked him down with its bloodshot eyes. Not even him, a skilled and gifted hunter, could save himself from being mauled by the beast. It left him half dead and alone by the side of the lake.

He looked up to the sky, barely breathing. Not another moment passed by until he felt the most familiar thing in the world. The wind shifted as it carried the smell of flowers and fresh cut grass. In a heartbeat, the lady materialized beside him.

She trembled and sobbed as she kneeled beside him. Her shaking hands found its way to his wound as she tried to heal him.

"I'm so sorry..." She said again and again as she cradled Sungjae's head on her lap. Her pure white gown was stained with the blood of her lover.

He wanted to hold her, to comfort her. He didn't want to see her cry helplessly. She is a Goddess and she shouldn't be crying for a mere mortal like him.

There were so many things that he wanted to say to her. He knew that his time had come and he only had a few moments to tell her how much he loves her but the pain he felt prevented him from speaking. He choked on his own blood that spilled from his mouth.

He looked deeply in her eyes as he tried to remember the way she smiled at him. He wanted to picture in his mind the way the wind caught her hair, making it flow like the river at night. She was his stars and moon. She was all the seasons. He gave her his heart and soul. She was more than just a Goddess. She was his whole life.

With his final strength, he held his hand up and touched her face once more.

I want to embed the image of you in the depths of my heart, he hoped his touch could say what his lips couldn't.

The lady placed her hand on top of Sungjae's hand and he pressed his palm to her cheeks. Her tears flowed to the tips of his bloody hands.

Tears and blood of the lovers parted by fate.

She felt that his final moment had come and even if she was a powerful Goddess, there was nothing that she could do to stop his death.

So, she did the only other thing she could.

She closed her eyes and felt the whole universe revolve around her. She pictured an invisible stream of glistening water make its way to her, crawling from her skin to her fingertips.

She touched Sungjae's chest above where his heart struggled to beat.

"I shall see you again," she said, looking into his dying eyes. "Don't forget me,"

With that, she pressed her lips against his as she drew his soul from his body, releasing him from the agony.

In Sungjae's final moments, he heard her say, "I'll do anything to keep him safe."

Then, the whole world turned dark.

Sungjae felt a throbbing pain inside his head as he was sucked out of the memory. Like a speeding bullet, he saw all of his reincarnations once more—different times but same lake and same girl.

In a heartbeat, he was back to the present time.

He felt his knees gave out under him as he gazed into the eyes of the girl that held his whole life.

"I remember," his voice was shaking. He felt the first wave of tears pour out from his eyes. "I remember you,"

She smiled at him as her eyes filled with tears. He knew she couldn't say a single word. In one of his first reincarnations, she told him how the Gods punished her. They removed from her the ability to speak the language of men. However, her heart made her remember just one word and it was all the she could say: his name.

With great longing, Sungjae wrapped his arms around her and showered her with kisses.

He remembered how much he loved her. He remembered how much she meant to him.

Everything else didn't matter. That was the reason why in his life, even with the blessings that he received, he still wasn't happy. He left a part of him with her and only in her presence could he ever feel complete.

That was his punishment when he fell in love with a Goddess. His soul will forever be wandering from life after life, incomplete.

He knew that their moment was fleeting. It took too much from the Goddess to make time stop just so they can meet.

Sungjae knew that he had to let her go soon.

Without any words, he held her tightly hoping that it would make up for the years that she wasn't with him.

Both of them savored the moment for they knew he would forget what happened that night. Morning will come without him remembering again. He will go on with his life, find a girl to marry, have kids, and grow old accomplished, while the Goddess watched over him from the heavens.

//

The old lady who owned the lodging house woke up early the following morning as her guest checked out.

He was like any of her other guests, wanting to take a break from the busy city. There wasn't anything worth noting about him except that he was handsome. Too handsome. Very unreal. Nonetheless, he was just a guest at the lodging house that her family owned for generations.

She didn't pay much attention to him not until he came back to the lodging house with a strange girl. A girl that had no name and who couldn’t utter a single word.

On any other day, she would tell the guest to take the stranger to the police station as she might be dangerous. But she did not. The old lady remembered what her mother told her. It was something that her grandmother also passed to her mother.

She said that one day, a nameless woman will come to the lodging house with a handsome gentleman looking for a place to stay. Her mother said that she should not ask any questions but she must give the lady a comfortable place.

The old lady's mother told her that she will feel that it was the right girl when the time comes.

She did. Unexplainable to her, she felt great familiarity with the lady that the handsome lad took with him. She reminded her of home where you felt comfort and love.

In the morning, she didn't see a single trace of the lady. When she asked the handsome lad, it seemed like he didn't remember taking a girl to the lodging house at all.

She found all of it strange but she knew that she shouldn't ask anymore.

The old lady did her morning walk and went down to the lake near the lodging house. Upon reaching the banks, she found something rather unusual: a small flower that sprung from the muddy and dead soil.

The forget-me-not.

She remembered a story that made their town popular. It was a myth that she loved hearing ever since she was a little girl.

It was said that in their town, there once lived a great hunter that was noted for his looks and for his hunting skills. He captured the hearts of many women while men envied him.

They said that a Goddess fell in love with him when she visited the Earth. She pursued him, pretending to be a commoner until he fell in love with her.

Soon, she told him the truth with the fear that he might leave her but he didn't.

They met each other in secret until the powerful God who wanted the Goddess for himself found out. He changed himself into a mountain lion with poisonous fangs and attacked the hunter. He died in the arms of the Goddess by the side of the same lake where the old lady stood.

The possessive God wanted to destroy the hunter's soul so that the Goddess may not see it again but she asked for the help of the other Gods.

She was given one day in each reincarnation of the hunter. One day to make him remember their love. Just one. After that, she would have to look at him from above as he continued the remaining days of his life with a broken soul and no recollection of her.

That was their punishment.

The blood of the hunter that spilled on the banks of the lake gave the soil life. On the spot where he died, a tiny flower with purple petals bloomed.

It was named with the lovers in mind; a reminder that once there was a love so great that defied the laws of men and Gods.

[blu-joons]

When He Notices Your Baby Bump For The First Time ~ BTOB Reaction

Eunkwang:

“I can really see it now,” Eunkwang accidentally spoke aloud as he watched you walk around the apartment, getting a rare side view of you that allowed him to see your bump.

Your shoulders shrugged as a giggle escaped trying to figure Eunkwang out. “I’m hoping your talking about the bump and not my bum, it’s all getting big with this pregnancy.”

“Of course, I mean the bump, but the bum thing isn’t such a bad thing either.”

Your head shook at Eunkwang’s remark, a snigger coming from him as he knew he was pushing the boundaries. “You’re lucky I’m pregnant otherwise you’d be in big trouble for saying that to me Seo Eunkwang.”

“I can definitely see that you’re pregnant now,” Eunkwang chuckled, “I’ve blinked and suddenly you’re really pregnant Y/N.”

“I’ve not been faking it for the first few weeks,” you laughed in reply, “I’ve really been pregnant all this time you know.”

“But seeing it is different,” he whispered, “like there really is a little life there.”

“I know, our little life too.”

Minhyuk:

“Since when did you suddenly have such a prominent bump,” Minhyuk mumbled behind you, wrapping his arm over your waist as he cuddled up to you, waiting for his alarm.

You nuzzled back to press yourself against Minhyuk’s chest, “doesn’t it just feel like all of a sudden it’s really starting to show? A couple of days ago there was nothing there to feel.”

“It feels like the first proper sign that we’re having a baby, it’s finally sinking in.”

You hummed in agreement with Minhyuk as his hand traced over your bump, trying to encourage you to sleep for a few more minutes. “Just wait until we lay like this and you start feeling their little kicks.”

“Don’t,” Minhyuk chuckled, already feeling his stomach knot with excitement. “I can’t wait for what we’ve got to come our way Y/N.”

“Me too,” you smiled, closing your eyes as a yawn escaped from you. “Do you think we’re ready to have a baby Min?”

“It’s too late now,” he teased, “but I do. We make the best team in my opinion.”

“And in my opinion too.”

Changsub:

“There really is a bump there,” Changsub murmured as he came up behind you, snaking his arms around your waist and feeling against your tummy, catching the curve of your bump.

You tilted your head to look back at Changsub, looking at him in bemusement. “What did you think I was growing here? You sound surprised to realise that there’s a bump here.”

“It’s overwhelming being able to finally feel it for myself, not just hear about it.”

Changsub’s hands continued to move around your stomach as he searched to find out all of the little features of your bump. “How do you think you’ll be in a few months when my bump sticks out so far?”

“I think I could cry already,” Changsub honestly admitted, “I think the best way to describe how I’ll be in a while is just a complete mess.”

“You can’t cry on me, my hormones are all over the place and can’t be dealing with you,” you joked, hitting against his arm.

“We can cry together,” Changsub suggested, “this poor baby will be a wreck.”

“What are we going to do Sub?”

Hyunsik:

“Wow,” you heard Hyunsik whisper as you massaged your hands over your bump, rubbing around it in circles as you tried your best to keep it moisturised. “It’s really there now.”

A chuckle came from you as Hyunsik commented on his observation. “You know this bump has been here for a good few weeks now, it’s not just magically appeared like nothing.”

“I’d never really spotted it before, but watching you then I could really see it.”

You smiled widely across at Hyunsik, enthused by the excitement that was so clear in his voice as he watched on. “It’s already getting so big to care for, who knows what I’ll be like taking care of this in a few months.”

“You’ve got me to help you,” Hyunsik reminded you, offering you a wide grin, “you’ll be fed up with me sticking around that bump of yours.”

“No way,” you protested with a laugh, “these days I think I’ll be glad of all the support that I can get in a couple of months' time.”

“I bet you’ll get annoyed,” Hyunik vowed, “you’ll be kicking me out of the house.”

“I bet that’ll never happen.”

Peniel:

“I can see it,” Peniel suddenly announced as you lifted your shirt over the top of your head, brows furrowing as you looked to him in confusion whilst getting your pyjama shirt.

You’d not seen Peniel’s smile so wide in a long time as he refused to look away from you. “What can you see?” You asked him, not making sense of what was going on at all.

“I can see your bump, just then, I could really see the definition at the bottom.”

You glanced down to your bump, cupping underneath it exactly where Peniel had noticed it beginning to show. “This past week it's grown loads, I’ll be huge in a matter of days at the rate I’m growing.”

“I’m so excited,” Peniel whispered as you placed your new shirt on before walking across to the bed, taking a seat right beside Peniel.

“It feels a bit more real now being able to actually see it,” you whispered, deciding to rest your head against Peniel’s shoulder.

“I’ll take care of you,” he promised, “and this ever growing bump at the same time too.”

“We’re both very lucky with you.”

Sungjae:

“Look at you,” Sungjae chimed as he watched you walk down the stairs in your dress for the evening, unable to hide his smile as he noticed a hint of your bump showing through.

As you looked to Sungjae you followed his gaze to where he was looking. “It’s a little tighter than I wanted it to be, I don’t think I’ll be able to hide my bump tonight though.”

“I don’t want you to hide your bump, I want to show it off to everyone who’s there.”

A chuckle came from you as Sungjae closed the distance between the two of you, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Half of my wardrobe isn’t going to fit me soon, it’s already a bit of a struggle to find something.”

“Don’t worry,” Sungjae whispered, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “you could wear anything and you’d still look beautiful in my opinion Y/N.”

“You have to say that,” you jokingly challenged, “I’m pregnant with your baby, if you’re mean to me then I’ll make sure I get my revenge.”

“I’m being serious,” he assured you, “you look even better now your bump is showing too.”

“It’ll take a while to get used to this.”

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Masterlist

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Guide for supernatural beginners 📱

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BTOB - Them And Reader Being Judges In Produce X 101

A/N: got this requested on my other blog, but since I'm not too active on that one anymore I'll post it here!

And yes, this is an OT7 post. Hope you enjoy!

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Eunkwang

Is absolutely thrilled that he gets to work beside his partner.

Although everyone is already aware of your relationship, he doesn't even try to be discreet about it. It's actually pretty cute.

Both of you are known as the "parents" of the show, because you're both some of the oldest and you like to look out for the trainees.

You're both pretty good at giving them advice, but sometimes when Eunkwang senses that the trainees are way too tense, he tries to cheer them up by trying to be funny.

"-and if you end up falling on stage, just play dead and stay there until the music stops. Like this-"

You playfully scold him while the trainees are laughing at the way he is giving a demonstration. "Yah- why would you tell them that?"

When It's time for the judges to evaluate the performances, he of course is being his usual self -he is known to be quite the mood maker.

When It's finally your turn to speak and give criticism, he always takes the opportunity to make you flustered, with comments like, "Y/N looks so pretty today, don't they?" or "Everyone please give Y/N a round of applause, they have been working very hard lately."

You also don't fail to amuse him with your own comments, and when you say something funny his loud laugh is the one thing heard all around the room.

Everyone loves your interactions -the trainees, the host, the other judges, the viewers- and they're always one of the things that people look forward to watching on the next episode.

Minhyuk

You have always been a huge fan of BTOB, and it just so happens that Minhyuk is your favorite.

That's why when you get the opportunity to work alongside him as a judge in Produce X 101, you are ecstatic.

A lot of people working on the show know this, so of course they have to put you on the spot right in front of him.

All you do is laugh and cover your face in embarrassment as soon as the host asks you about your love for Minhyuk, who just so happens to be sitting right next you.

When you finally gain the courage to confirm it, the host turns to Minhyuk in order to ask him how he feels about this.

"I'm very honored, because I'm a fan of them, too." He replies on his microphone, sending the audience into a frenzy.

You almost faint right on the spot.

From that point forward, both of you seem to grow closer, and you feel much more comfortable being around him.

You're able to joke with him, elaborate on things he points out, and you even begin to take selcas together.

It's really no surprise to anyone when, months after the show has finished airing, an article about you two being in a relationship comes out.

You both confirm It’s true.

Changsub

Has the biggest crush on you and it shows.

He is your #1 fanboy, even if he's been in the industry for much longer than you have.

Whenever the judges are introduced, and It's your turn to be called, you will either see him standing up and clapping dramatically, or randomly taking out a sign with your name on it.

"Y/N, notice me!" He will shout, despite the fact that you're only like two seats away from him.

His facial expressions speak for themselves, as well.

Changsub is always mesmerized by every single thing that you say or do.

When you have to do a special performance for the show's finale, he, just like everyone else, is blown away by your charisma and vocals on stage.

He is also quite the gentleman.

He would often pull a chair out for you, open doors for you, etc.

Frankly put, he is whipped.

Hyunsik

He gets very shy around you.

It's because he likes you, a lot, and is excited to start working with you.

You feel the exact same way.

This guy would laugh at everything you do.

Sometimes, he would even join in on whatever you're doing. It makes you feel giddy on the inside.

When asked about you, he would speak very fondly of you. He really does admire you.

You also admire him, and you wish that you could tell him how much.

Neither of you would be brave enough to make the first move, and it would drive everyone crazy.

Especially the other BTOB members.

He would also be staring at you whenever you weren't looking, but it wouldn't be in a creepy way. It's because he thinks you're beautiful, and he can't help himself.

You wouldn't notice, but the people on Twitter definitely would.

Peniel

He has known you for a long time, so he's glad that both of you get to be judges on the show.

Is very comfortable talking to you, and neither of you feel the need to speak properly to each other; It's just something you're not used to with him.

Both of you know English, so when you want to mess around and make the other judges frustrated you just have full on Enlgish conversations in front of them.

It's also a good thing that you're both very close, because it makes it easier to work together once you're both assigned to write and produce one of the songs for the show's finale.

You guys are at his studio for hours. You have to force yourselves to stop at some point, in order to finally eat a proper meal.

It's probably the most time you've spent together in a single day, ever.

At one point, you end up falling asleep on Peniel's shoulder. He does nothing to pull away, probably because of the fact that he's also sleeping.

Although it gets tough, you guys manage to come up with the perfect song, and you're both so proud.

You feel even prouder when the finale comes around and you see the performance. You and Peniel were wiping imaginary tears away, to let the trainees know how much you loved it. Barely any criticism was necessary.

It made you realize how much you really loved working with Peniel, and you were looking forward to doing so again, soon.

Ilhoon

You and Ilhoon meet for the very first time on the show, and you hit it off from the very beginning.

You like how he knows so much about music, and how he is so good at noticing every single detail in the performances.

He can be a bit strict with the trainees sometimes, but It’s not in a malicious way. He really does care about them.

He likes your brightness, your ability to make everyone smile so easily.

You both talk the most when there's a commercial break going on; It's mostly small talk about the trainees that have caught your attention the most, but it soon develops into something bigger.

You find out that Ilhoon is actually really funny as the show progresses, and that he can get very, very flirty as well.

With you, specifically.

It's not like you mind it, but sometimes you're afraid of mistaking his flirting with his humor, so you try to be as casual about it as possible.

You cannot deny that he makes you nervous, though. In a good way.

Sungjae

Professionalism? He has not heard about such thing when it comes to teasing you on the show.

It's a constant playful bickering between the two of you, but fans of the show find it very entertaining.

They also don't miss the chance to point out the fact that you two are unaware of how much you like each other.

Even your friends talk about it in the group chat, but you deny it like your life depends on it.

Sungjae, on the other hand, loves to feed into it.

"Yes, I do think that Y/N likes me, and that's why they can't get enough of me." He would say once the host asked him if what people are saying is true.

But you wouldn't keep quiet. "I think It's Sungjae who likes me, because he keeps teasing me, and he is probably too afraid to admit it."

Everyone would laugh at Sungjae's look of defeat, including yourself.

However, it does seem to work in your favor, because once the show ends Sungjae ends up asking you out (but he swears It’s not a date).

You surprise yourself by accepting his invitation.

[kpopjust4u]

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Eunhwang

Minhyuk

Can’t be without you [F] 

Changsub

I’m always here  [F]

Hyunsik

Peniel

Ilhoon

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Another one of these 🤭

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[jingjingbear]

Happy Jung Ilhoon Day❤

[inspired-by-the-music]

Pairing: Sungjae x Reader

sillage (french, n.) - the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone

Note: mom roasted me for being emotional over Sungjae’s enlistment like she doesn’t understand true love 🙄😂

Because it would only worry Peniel to learn that you haven't fully adjusted to Sungjae's enlistment, you always offer your best smile when meeting him for lunch. You don't mention the reluctance with which you finally changed the bedsheets or how relieved you were when Sungjae's scent somehow lingered on the pale yellow sheets retrieved from that closet in the hallway. You don't mention that your unseasonably warm green hoodie came from Sungjae's side fo the closet. You aren't even the first to say Sungjae's name. 

"I think I'm technically not supposed to tell you this," Peniel speaks through a mouthful of pizza, "but obviously I'm gonna. By now, Sungjae should know that anything he tells me will make its way to you. So, really, in a way, it's his own fault that his surprise is being spoiled." 

Probably turning green with envy, you ask, "When did you talk to him? I haven't heard from him in a little while." 

Obviously, you aren't angry. Aside from understanding that Sungjae is as busy as ever, it isn't as if you have locked yourself in your apartment to sit by the phone from sunrise to sunset. You are old and wise enough to know that life goes on even when you are separated from somebody you love. Still, your eyes narrow instinctively at Peniel. 

"Maybe two, three days ago? I can't remember." Peniel shrugs. "Sungjae probably knows that if he talks to you, he'll slip up and admit that he's coming home this weekend. He can't keep a secret, not even his own, to save his life." Your heart swells as you parrot, "He's coming home." 

Just as Peniel predicted, Sungjae appears on your doorstep early Saturday wearing the smile you haven't put out of your mind since seeing it for the first time. 

"You're wearing my shirt!" He cheers, pointing at the depiction of Mickey Mouse on your chest, in the moments before you throw your arms around him. As you rise onto the tips of your toes to peck at his cheek and bury your face in the crook of his neck, savoring— memorizing— the comfort of being tangled in his embrace, Sungjae giggles. "Does that mean you missed me too?"

"Of course!" You tell him. "I've missed you in every moment of every day, but— it's funny— I also found you everywhere I looked."

Practically carrying you into the living room where he landed with you on the couch, Sungjae pouts, confused. "What do you mean?" 

"Your traces—" you try to explain as he traces around your lips with his thumb— "they're everywhere. And not just in the apartment. They're all over the place: in the sky, especially in the clouds, in the flowers. And I'm starting to think that the only explanation is that I carry you everywhere with me."

Sungjae blinks and drops a kiss on the tip of your nose. "It's like I always tell you! Where you go, I go!"

[psyxko]

Ilhoon: Sungjae-ah what's the time now?

Sungjae: Hold on hyung let me check.

Sungjae: *starts key mashing on the piano*

Changsub: WHO THE F*** IS PLAYING THE PIANO AT 2 IN THE MORNING?!

Sungjae: It's 2AM.