#changmo reactions

[yawn-junn]

♡︎Khh Boys♡︎

♡︎Changmo♡︎ ♡︎Ash Island♡︎

♡︎Bloo♡︎ ♡JOWOOCHAN♡

♡︎All the above♡︎

♡︎Break Up prank with them♡︎

[khh-and-kactors-reactions]

When you forced him out of his studio to get some food after he neglected his health for weeks again due his work.

(GIF: credits to f-ngrl)

[honeybearloco]

― “...Two Favorite Boys.”

title → “...two favorite boys.”

pairing → changmo x female reader.

synopsis → all you wanted was to be a mother, and sadly that was taken away from you.

word count → 2.3k.

trigger warning → mentions of miscarriage.

a/n → i wanted to take a stab at this and i wanted to do something darker to challenge my writing ability. while writing this, i had discussed the topic with my cousin who happened to have a miscarriage because i didn’t want to be uneducated and so completely wrong. i know that there is a difference between every woman. please read with caution and i hope that this isn’t offensive in any way, shape or form !! because there was so much angst, i wanted to include a little bonus scene at the end to balance it out. 

“Y/N, I made you something. I know the kitchen is a mess but I wanted to try a recipe I found online for you,” Your husband of five years greeted you with a plate of messily plated food. He placed the plate in front of you with a goofy smile.

You stared down at the plate of food. You knew he did his best but you couldn’t bring yourself to eat it. You gently pushed the plate forward, standing up from your dining room table and walking toward your shared bedroom, your head hanging just below your shoulder.

You gently closed the door to your room, laying back down in bed as you stared into nothingness, getting lost in your deep dark mind.

Changmo sighed, looked down at his plate. He soon followed suit, opening the door to see you laying in bed. He wasted no time to join you, wrapping his arms gently around you.

You turned around in his arms, snuggling in his chest as you broke into a sob. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m right here. Let it all out.”

You had a miscarriage.

For a few long years, you and Changmo had tried for a baby, only to end up with many unsuccessful attempts. Just when you were about to give up, a miracle had happened. 

You were pregnant! You were finally going to be a mother! You could cry tears of joy, and most days you had. You were extra careful, making sure to be safe and not overwork yourself. Most days, you had Changmo by your side to do all th hard stuff and make your pregnancy easier.

But tragedy struck. You lost the baby at 16 weeks, just before you could find out the gender of the little human was growing inside of you. You remembered the night clearly.

You had woke up in the middle of the night. You had felt a trickling liquid down your thighs. You sat up, throwing the duvet off of you and almost passing out at the sight. A small pool of blood on your sheets between your legs. You quickly woke Changmo as he quickly carried you to the emergency room, where you found out you lost your little one. For days you couldn’t eat, you couldn’t sleep, you couldn’t drink. You just wanted to disappear from the place of the earth. After all of these years, you finally got the chance to have a child and it was taken from you overnight. For a while, you believed you were being punished by some all-mighty angry god. ‘Why me?’ You often asked yourself during the little moments you got to yourself. Your cheerful nature had disappeared following the loss of your little one. Changmo had wanted you to follow up and go see someone but you refused, believing you could handle it on your own. Saying phrases like, “I got it, I’m strong” or “I’ll be okay” or even “They wouldn’t want to see me so sad”. But you weren’t that strong, you were sad, which was understandable. No one could blame you for being sad. Changmo had noticed your distant behavior, feeling not only as if he lost his unknown little one but also the woman he married. How the miscarriage affected him was only on the inside, while for you it was proving to be both on the inside and outside. Because of that, he would try to never leave you alone. He always tended to your needs, always checking on you a numerous amount of times throughout the day and night, trying to find things to make you feel better and reassuring you that almost every waking moment of every day there was no one that he loved more than you and he was going to be there for you through everything. He was never going anywhere. He rubbed soothing circles into your back as you cried silently, tears wetting his shirt, “Why?” “I don’t know, they say things happen for a reason. Of course, I know that sounds shitty and I barely believe it myself. But I do believe there is a reason that this happened,” He answered just before continuing, “Though we no longer have our little one, I still love you, I still want to support you and be your work. And if I future allows it, I want children with you.” You looked up to him, rubbing away a few stray tears, “But you heard what the doctor said. If I ever did get pregnant again the exact same thing could happen.” “There are other alternatives that are available, Y/N,” He added. “But I want a child that has my DNA and yours,” You confessed, knowing just how selfish you sounded. He placed his head on the back of your head, pulling you back into his arms. He reached down with his free arm, taking your hand gently into his, intertwining their fingers. “While it may be nice to be able to just have your own kids, there’s also a group of little boys and little girls that are less fortunate and who would love to have a warm and safe home with two loving parents. “You want to adopt?” You asked, making the man shrug his shoulders, “I just want to keep our chances open and I want to be open-minded. I wouldn’t mind adopting a kid, would you?” You simply sniffled, looking far away from his guilt-tripping eyes. You wouldn’t mind it. You had always admired parents who had gone out of their way to adopt and take in children. But you didn’t know if you could truly do that. “Y/N, look at me,” He whispered, placing a finger on the tip of your chin, making you look at him. Tears threatened to leave your eyes as your orbs met his gentle ones. He continued, “If you don’t want to adopt then that’s fine as well. We can try as many times as we can to see if we get lucky again. No matter what happens, I will always be here and love the same and I can promise you that. I love you, Y/N.” “I love you too, Changmo,” you cried, just before capturing his lips in a sad, soft kiss. What he had said sparked a thought in you. It made you think. For the next few months, you thought long and hard. Would you be able to do it? Could you even do it? Is adoption the right option for you? You made several situations inside of your head, ones ranging from good to horrible. What if the child you adopted hated you? What if the child you adopted didn’t want to have that connected relationship with you that a mother and her child often have? It kept you up at night while Changmo had fallen into the world of slumber. That night wasn’t any different. You sat up in your shared bed with Changmo in the middle of the night, replaying scenarios inside of your head of adoption, while Changmo laid next to you half-sleep. He had known you were awake and in deep thought. All he wanted you to do was finally be at peace and be able to relax. “Y/N, lay down. It’s almost 2 in the morning, you need your sleep,” He mumbled tiredly as you turned your head to him. You did as he said, turning your back to him which allowed him to wrap your arms around you, making you the little spoon. He kissed the nape of your neck and hummed. “Changmo, let’s adopt.” His eyes shot open as he sat up. He thought he didn’t hear you right as he was half asleep. You looked over your shoulder at him, repeating it, “Let’s adopt. I thought about it for a lot and I think that I want to adopt a kid.” “Really?” “I was scared to adopt because I didn’t want to bring in another child to fill the void in my heart from the miscarriage. I was also scared because I didn’t think I could replicate the relationship between a biological mother and her biological child have. But now I see, none of that shit matters. And I want to take that next step with you if you are still up for it.” You giggled, muttered to yourself, “If I could really see in here I bet you’re in tears right now.” And you were right, he was in tears. He sniffles silently, “You know I get emotional.” “Of course I do, no one cried as much as you did at the wedding,” You mentioned, leaning up, pressing your lips on his warm ones. “I would love to adopt a child with you, Y/N.” For the next few months, the two of you had done the research, figuring out what you wanted and what was right for you. And you believed you had finally found it. And today for the first time, you and the love of your life would be heading into the foster home that was the closest to you. Changmo helped you out of the car, closing the door behind you. You let out a relieved sigh, seeing as you were here now. ‘I can do this’ You thought to yourself as a small voice knocked you out of your thoughts. You turned your head to the right to see a boy no older than 5 years old, running after a stray cat. You couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he saw. Changmo placed an arm around you as the two of you walked in to be greeted by a kind social worker. The social worker had shown you around, introducing you to child after child. You couldn’t lie, all of them were great and if you could adopt each of them you would. Changmo was focused on bringing home a daughter, knowing how much you had talked about having a daughter even before you got married. But you little boy from earlier had clouded your mind. You wanted to know his name, you wanted to see who he was. Toward the end of the tour, you excused yourself to have a moment alone, leaving Changmo and the social worker to continue to talk. You walked down the hall of the foster home, looking out the window to see the boy from earlier. The other workers had seemed to be too busy to be paying attention to him. Your eyes had widened and your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach as you watch the boy collapse onto the hard pavement of the sidewalk. Without a second thought, you ran outside and to the boy’s side. A string of ‘no’s’ left your mouth as the little boy slowly sat up and revealed the cut on his cheek. Tears had formed in his eyes, as he sniffled. You ducked down next to him, taking the cloth from the sleeve of your jacket and gently wiping away the blood, “Are you okay? You poor thing. Does it hurt? Should we go get a bandaid?” Your soft touch kept him calm, his sad eyes looking into your hopeful ones. You had reminded him much of his birth mother. “What’s your name?” He asked you, ignoring your questions. You gave him a smile, “Y/N. What is yours?” “(Boy’s Name),” He answered. “Nice to meet you, B/N. Come on, let’s go get you a bandaid.” He nodded. You helped him up, taking his small hand into yours, walking him into the home. You found a first aid kit, placing him on the chair, cleaning his cut and placing a bandaid over it. You kissed the cut, “Hopefully that will make it better.” Changmo and the social worker had watched you from across the room. “I can’t believe it. She’s gotten through to B/N. He’s one of our youngest and he’s been here for a little while. We feared he wouldn’t be able to open up to anyone ever again.” Changmo smiled, watching you tend to the young boy, seeing you smile like you hadn’t in months, “We want him.”

( bonus ) “B/N! B/N! KU B/N!” You yelled from down the stairs, finally hearing small feet slowly coming down. You were met with your son in his school uniform, twirling the tie around his neck with a small pout. You quickly rushed over to him, scooping him up in your arms and peppering his face in loving kisses. “MOM~! QUIT IT~!” “You look so cute! You look like a little man! Oh, it’s my baby’s first day of school! I might cry!” Changmo walked down the stairs, keys in hand and baseball cap on his head, “You ready to go, B/N?” “If mom would put me down,” Your son whined. “Honey, don’t squeeze him too tight.” You put your son down, kneeling in front of him as you fixed his tie, “I hope you have a good day at school. I’m so sorry I couldn’t see you off for your first day but I promise I’ll pick you up after school, okay?” B/N nodded. You tapped your cheek with the tip of your finger as B/N kissed where your finger had touched. “Have a good day at school. I love you.” “I love you too.” The little ball of energy, ran toward the front door, waiting for his father. Changmo shook his head at the boy as you stood tall. You opened your mouth to speak only for your husband to cut you off, “Be sure to walk him into the school and make sure he knows his way around before leaving, I got you Y/N. I know, baby. I love you, I’ll see you tonight.” You gave him a quick kiss goodbye, as you watched him take B/N’s hand into his own and walk out of the front door. You couldn’t help but recall the dark time of your life. Finding B/N was like finding light in a dark tunnel. You had a son, he had a home, and finally shared the sacred bond of my mother and her child. It was all worth it. “I don’t know what I would do without them. My two favorite boys.”

[no-openflames]

I don’t even know why I did this

- changmo, 2020

[suga-jusshi]

PSA

Look I stan bts and im proud of them, but I will never EVER shit on someone else’s talent just be cause they might not be as successful as bts. That’s a shit thing to do and that’s part of the reason why you won’t see me calling myself an army. I love bts but I will not associate myself with a fandom that has toxic people. I know the whole fandom isn’t like that but still the ones that are are the reason so many people are starting to hate bts. You will never see any og fans say shit like “you have no talent. Your fans are shit. You’re a shitty person.” Blah blah blah. Especially to someone who is in a place of sorrow and hurt. The mans friend just died and your gonna sit here and hate on him and call his friend a fucking ‘Ching Chong’ like wtf is wrong with you. This is why we can’t ever have nice things. Cause people always wanna go and fuck shit up. Owen and Young West don’t deserve that shit. They did nothing wrong. Honestly no one deserves anything like that. I’m sorry but if you think bts is the only group or artist who paved the way for korean artists you are sadly mistaken🙄But my rant is over now 😂

And no I’m not blocking out their Instagram because i don’t give a fuck🤷🏽‍♀️

*not my gif*

[khhsh-t]

It took me so long to figure out what he was actually trying to do 😭(Changmo)

[shitmtm]

Me @ Me: Wouldn't it be great if I slept early from now on?

Also Me @ Me:

[allyreactions]

playlist tag ~

rules: we’re snooping on your playlist. put your entire music library on shuffle and list the first ten songs and then choose 10 victims.

tagged by : @daybreakx 💕

0 Mile - NCT 127

LIKE I WOULD - Zayn

AIYA - Changmo, Beenzino

i wanna be your girlfriend - girl in red

All I Got - Baekkhyun

Holy - Pvris

Voice - Loona

Sorry - The Rose

Fiesta - IZ*one

Whiplash - The Boyz

tagging : @kpoppwriter, @itsjeonghananon, @marigold-sunflowers, @seunguwoos, @forgedofsmokeandflame, @gustingirl, @ithinkilikeit-reactions, @sunlightwoo, @kachulein, @moonlit-jeno

[khiphop-discussions]

Here's a bit of context for Changmo's apology on IG https://twitter.com/dropthekhhtea/status/1490935531932246017?t=-qC6jFuvL_LCF-hYof74dA&s=19 the Pororo reaction was kinda funny

Why is Pororo that fucking tall?!?!? I could've sworn he was supposed to be like an elementary school student

[taeminie]

i was tagged by the lovely eboni ( @negrowhat ) to list 4 songs that have constantly been on repeat (my reaction was exactly the same: only four? 😝)

1. phone - lizzo

2. yours - raiden & chanyeol (ft. lee hi & changmo)

3. good life - one republic

4. zero o’clock - bts

this is such a random list of songs lmao. thanks for the tag love 💜💜💜💜

tagging: @taytawan @wjmild @kittychicha @earthmixs @jaehwany & @teepakorn (only if u want to 🥰)

[ilove-bloo]

[2:48PM] tapping your fingers on the counter, you were stressed waiting for the large amount of iced americanos and iced lattes your boss asked you to buy and pick up. today was your first day as an assistant for ambition musik, more so for the artists that worked there. although you weren’t necessarily interested in working for one of the most famous korean hip hop labels, when your uncle offered you the job, your broke college student self would’ve been insane to turn it down.

‘if only i woke up on time i could’ve gotten everything so much earlier,’ you mentally cursed yourself. the first thing your uncle asked you to grab drinks for the rappers at the studio, it seemed easy enough for your first task. you were nervously looking at the time on your phone, ‘he said their meeting would end at 3:00pm, god, i don’t have much time,’ you bit your lip out of nervous habit.

“your coffee is ready miss!” you heard the cashier call out to you. sighing in relief, you hurried to pick up the drinks. thank god they gave you carriers for the drinks. using one hand to grab each carrier, you gave the workers a polite smile and a quick nod as a thank you.

still in a hurry, you turned around quickly, almost bumping into a tall man in front of you, “woah, slow down there,” a deep voice said, holding up his hands to slow you down.

you almost lost your balance, but he quickly grabbed your arms, supporting the drinks in your hands. “you have a lot there, you don’t want to spill all your drinks,” he said, realizing his arms were still on you.

“ah, i’m sorry,” you straighten up, thankful nothing fell over. “i’m just in a rush to get to my new job, thank you for helping me,” you bowed slightly, trying to walk away.

“hey, i know you,” he said, stopping you in your tracks, “huh, how?” you replied back, slightly regretting that your curiosity would make you even later.

“you’re the new assistant the quiett hyung hired right?” he said.

‘how does he know uncle donggab’ you thought. “uhm, i am, but am i supposed to know you?” you said a bit rudely, you were still running on close timing and didn’t want to waste any more by talking with a stranger.

“i’m changmo, could you not recognize me?” he questioned, you looked up at him at his face. you had to admit, his smile was cute but that name and face just didn’t ring a bell, “i’m sorry... should i?” you said, your head tilting slightly.

he chuckled at your reaction, he was honestly finding you pretty cute for being so clueless. he looked at the drinks that were still in your hand and picked up one of the iced coffees, “hey! that’s for the people i work for!” you protested, but not being able to stop him with your full hands.

“i’m pretty sure one of these drinks are for me y/n,” he took a sip, “i’m a rapper at ambition, hyung showed us your picture so we could be familiar with your face. you’re much more adorable in person,” he said simply, grinning down at you.

before you could open your mouth, he grabbed one of the drink carriers, “let’s go y/n, we don’t want to be late,” changmo teased, signaling you to walk with him out the cafe.

[yawn-junn]

♡︎breakup prank w/Ash Island, Changmo, Bloo♡︎

♡︎Ash Island♡︎

♡︎Changmo♡︎

♡︎Bloo♡︎

Bloo translation

I love you too much

Your my one and only

I love you to fucking much

Baby can you come pick me up?

Love you

[khh-and-kactors-reactions]

Simon Dominic and Changmo reaction to you wanting to help them with their music despite not knowing much about producing:

In the beginning, Kiseok will not take you real seriously. Struggling with his new album, he will think that you are only trying to cheer him up by joking that you will help him. And besides, you don’t know a thing about producing or the computer he uses to make songs so you cannot really blame him for thinking like that. Once you can convince him that you are serious about your proposition, he will let you in in his studio but do not expect him to completely trust you with his instruments right away. He might need some time before he will let you use his keyboard. Or his mixing table. And he will rather test you before trusting you: “show me what you got, y/n.”

Changmo will believe you when you say you want to help him with producing some new beats, but he will have his doubts as well. Do not get it wrong: he trusts you, but he is a bit worried that you might be a distraction more than a help while several deadlines are coming up fast. Nevertheless, he will give you a quick introduction to his computer and other instruments that he uses to produce songs before giving you free reign. That way, he still can finish some beats while you can do your own thing. Until he hears a promising sound coming from your side of the studio. Grateful for lightening his workload, you will finish the beat together before heading out to grab dinner together.

[haus-of-wu]

Chung Ha - Querencia: Album Reaction

This was a jam-packed album full of ChungHa’s versatility. Querencia truly is an exquisite product of ChungHa’s many months mulling over this album in its entirety.

Normally, I wouldn’t put a “Keep Reading” on these, but this album is LONG and I don’t want to clog up the dash.

SIDE A {NOBLE}

Nice mysterious instrumental that would be fitting of a teaser trailer. ChungHa’s voiceovers of “authentic self”, “where my desires are protected”, “my own oasis”, and ultimately ending on “querencia” set the tone for the album’s concept.

Bicycle

The trap percussion pattern and the instrumental is super catchy. However, this is not my favorite ChungHa title track.

What is interesting about it for me is that this is one of the first times that I get to hear her rap (and in English). The Ariana Grande Side to Side references in the imagery are very intentional. If anything, this feels more like something Blackpink would do, which is why it’s throwing me off so much.

It’s a bit confusing that we’re talking about a bicycle, but we have motorcycle broom/vroom adlibs. I think the verses are fire, but the chorus is ultimately disappointing compared to the rest of the song.

Masquerade

The Latin vibes on this one though !! The horn line and percussion are very characteristic of Latin pop. The chorus does a really good job of weaving the melody of the horn line with ChungHa’s voice.

Introducing some acoustic guitar in the second verse is a nice change-up. Throw “Masquerade” immediately into the good vibes playlist, bc it’s a innocuous fun beat.

Flying on Faith

The plucky electric guitar - a Touch!

One of Chungha’s all-English tracks in the album, and one that really Feels like it could be on Top 40 Radio here in the US. The beginning of this reminds me of some punk pop from the mid-2000s, and the rest reminds me of something Aly and AJ-esque.

I love how the chorus adds in several more layers to the instrumental, which help continuously drive the song forward.

(Also beginning with guitar but ending with piano? N i c e !)

Luce Sicut Stellae

There’s Latin percussion rhythms in this one, with a nice mellow tempo.

“Shine for, shine for me tonight” - the chorus is immediately happiness inducing for absolutely NO reason. :)

It’s good music to study or work to. The instrumental is simple, and you just get to enjoy ChungHa’s vocals.

SIDE B {SAVAGE}

Very nightclub vogue beats for this instrumental. Fitting, since it’s basically taking us into the next quarter of the album which focuses on dance music.

Stay Tonight

“Stay Tonight” has such a great groove to it; it was an instant addition to my playlist the moment I first heard it. A very solid ChungHa dance track, paired with some really great visuals (I was a sucker for the blue extensions).

The instrumental introduction really just builds your interest all the way up to the verse. And the chorus? It drops, and the bassline gets grungy while ChungHa’s voice sails above the whole orchestration.  STAAAAAAAAAY~

Dream of You - with R3HAB

When ChungHa dropped this all-English dream of a song, I immediately latched onto it. It’s confident and honestly a bit of a tease.

“I can’t stand that you might be in someone’s bed, with some ____ all over you” - like OKAY we’re HERE

The build up to the chorus is suave - the backing instrumental that reverbs every time ChungHa sings the chorus just adds ante to it.

But also, favorite lyrics of the album: “I got whiskey, I got gin, and lingerie”

Bother Me

The “distant audio” effect at the beginning just makes the verse come in even HARDER - this is a Groove.

The spoken drawling verses that launch into quick rolling lines are such a nice contrast. The booming bass and funk make this a club hit.

Chill

Chill gives a cruising down the street in the summer with the roof down vibes.

It embodies its title - it’s Chill.

There’s a huge contrast between how much instrumentation the verses have compared to the choruses. The verses are pretty clean, with only percussive elements and one bass instrument, so ChungHa’s voice shines easily. On the other hand, the chorus of Chill has layers of backing vocalizations, much more instruments providing bass harmonies, which enables ChungHa’s clear timbre to give this song a burst of color.

SIDE C {UNKNOWN}

This instrumental is just the whacky percussive elements thrown together. It sounds like a mix of EDM and sci-fi video game music and sound effects.

Play - feat. Changmo

Summertime tropical beach beats - the metal drums really lend themselves to creating that vibe.

Changmo’s rap feature here is Legit and he gets a solid amount of air time - definitely a solid collab.

I think what I appreciate most about Play is how the chorus and adlibs allow ChungHa’s vocals to really shine.

Demente - feat Guaynaa

ChungHa in ESPAÑOL?? With a collab?? YES !!

It’s wonderful to hear how much she worked on her pronunciation to be able to put together a song with several verses and a chorus in Spanish.

The foghorn noises though - very on brand for the genre I suppose.

Guaynaa’s bars were wonderful, but I especially LOVE when the two of them sing the chorus together. Good harmonies folks, we love that

Lemon - feat Colde

This song immediately gives off swanky retro lounge vibes. The “Lemon, Lemon” chorus moves from ear to ear.

Overall, a soothing rhythmic tune to listen to when getting stuff done.

Honestly, I think one of the best things about this album is that Chungha’s collabs allow Byulharangs to find new artists - Colde definitely is up my alley for chill rap.

BYULHARANG (160504 + 170607)

The acoustic guitar chords immediately jerk me back into mid-2000s TSwift country pop. It’s comforting, a song directly for the fans, and it feels like a warm  throw blanket.

SIDE D {PLEASURES}

Synth noises? Also a candidate for sleek mysterious teaser music

X

Soulful, sultry, with good vocals - X has It.

It has a lilting, wistful vibe, one that reminisces on what could’ve been, but ultimately did not happen. The instruments gradually layer on in a neat manner as we approach the chorus, and continue building as we hit the last chorus.

“You should’ve loved me at my worst, now you just watch me on your TV screen”

All Night Long

The way the instruments wiggle between your ears is trippy - but this has a nice minimal setup for the verse.

In this chorus, ChungHa just croons, and it’s breathtaking.

Everybody Has

An almost drama-esque piano intro - it’s a calming conclusion to the amazing novel of work ChungHa has given us with this album.

The mixing on this track with the variety of acoustic instruments...very tasteful.

Comes N Goes

A clappy feel good pop anthem - it also has the elements of a happy-inducing girl group track. The airy pre-chorus, clear carefree chorus.

Querencia (Epilogue)

Hypnotic chord progressions with a snappy snare. Fin !

[khhsh-t]

How adorable

[trashforanyoneatthispoint]

KARMAS A B*TCH

[this shit gets intense so be warned]

Thanks for reading my trash :)

[nafla x reader , thequiett x reader]

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Its everyday. He never comes home, never calls, never says his famous "I love you"s. Maybe I'm overthinking it, but isn't this excessive?

I met Seokbae through a mutual friend. I grew up with Donggab as my neighbor so naturally, I became super close with him. Being that our moms would always be over ateach other's houses, I think I saw him more times in a year than there are days. Near the end of elementary school, he fell in love with hip hop and rap. I remember asking him what he was talking about when he would speak in English. We were only 10 and all I knew was my native language of Korean, but Donggab seemed to know a lot more than me. I admired his passion and I always knew he would make it big one day. When his career really started to get a move on, we started to drift away, being that we were both busy with school and work. But we still met up a few times during the years and it was as if nothing had ever changed. Occasionally, there would be a fangirl here or there asking for a photo, but I didn't mind, I loved that he was doing what he loves.

When he announced Illionaire records, I was the first one to call him up and congratulate him (or so I like to believe). I begged him nonstop to introduce me to joonkyung because I was such a fan. When he finally gave in, I immediately got along with everyone there. Everyone seemed to love me, I hope, and I absolutely loved being with everyone there. Overtime, the hip hop industry in Korea was growing immensely and more and more rappers were coming out to show off their talents and become the best. I loved how everyone was so close even if they weren't in the same agency. Donggab would naturally invite me to all of their parties and events, which is how I first encountered Seokbae.

Illionaire, Ambition, and AOMG were invited to the hottest club in LA, Sound NightClub. It was slightly chilly for LA, being that the sun had set a long time ago and the stars were the only source of light. I put on the sexiest dress I owned, a short black dress with a cross back and lace trimmings. I haven't gotten this dolled up since my High School Prom. I finished the look for the night with the perfect black heels and a clutch, knowing there would be cameras and fans everywhere that night considering the biggest names of KHiphop were going to be in one location. Donggab offered to pick me up, but I declined and told him I want to go almost unnoticed and just meet him inside the club. He didn't fight my choice, knowing how stubborn I am. I called a Uber from my hotel room to the club and 10 minutes before arriving, the traffic was already heavy enough to make me consider walking the rest of the way.

I got to the front of the line and told my name which was on the VIP list thanks to my connections for Illionaire records. The scary looking usher let me in right away and escorted me to where Donggab and all his friends were sitting. I saw lots of familiar faces: Joonkyung, Changmo, DeokKwang. And faces I've only seen on TV and in music videos: Jay Park, Simon Dominic, KeemHyoEun. But there was one face that caught my eye immediately. He had bright red hair and a couple of face piercings, sticking out from the rest of the much more calm looking rappers in the booths. I was quick to find Donggab and sit next to him, slightly at a loss of breath from being near so many celebrities. He calmly I troduced me to everyone that he thought I didn't know, which of course included the red head. His name was Seokbae, better known as Nafla.

Throughout the night of drinking and being near so many smokers, I felt tipsy and hazed from the smoke in front of me andin my lungs. The only thing I could clearly see was Seokbae's "secret" glances towards me. My tipsy brain didn't know what to do. Yes, he was very cute and very much my type, but here? Now? What would Donggab say? There was too much on the line. I excused myself from the VIP section to go get some fresh air that wasn't contaminated with Changmo's drunk ass yelling.

"Hey Donggab, I'm gonna get some fresh air, I'll be right back" I said, whispering in his ear, hoping he would hear over the loud EDM music playing in the club

"Aight, you ok? Youve been quiet all night, which is really unlike you" He pointed out.

I tried to respond but Changmo had just jumped on the table and spilled the ice meant for the drinks all over Seokbae. Everyone's reaction was a mix of shock and laughter, but not Seokbae's. He sat there with the clear expression of "I'm about to pop off on this bitch" because we all knew that his outfit cost more than Rolex he had on his right wrist.

I took this chance to step out, but as I was about to leave the VIP section I heard Seokbae excusing himself as well. I didn't think much about it until he called out my name once I was outside. I stepped into the cool breeze of night under the moonlight of LA. It was much more refreshing than the stuffy atmosphere of the club.

"Hey" I heard a voice behind me say.

I turned around to see a half wet Seokbae grinning at me, "hey" I smile back.

We went from introducing ourselves again to small talk about the whole ice incident. We laughed about it all after mildly bullying Changmo without him knowing. At that point, we were outside for 30 minutes and it was getting slightly too chilly for the short dress you had on. Seokbae offered you his expensive looking, ice almost dried jacket to me and I happily obliged. He was definitely a smoothtalker, and that's when I seriously fell for him.

Going back into the club together, we got weird and teasing looks from all the other guys. Even Donggab seemed to enjoy making things up about what happened between the two of us out there. I just brushed it off with a roll of my eyes because I knew who the real winner was : me, because I had gotten Seokbae's number.

What started out to be the most romantic relationship ever now seems to be so distant that I can only see hazy images of it. Its been 2 years since that night at the club and 22 months of dating Seokbae, who I thought was supposed to be my knight in shining armor. Now, there were no more sweet talks, no more romantic gestures, no reciprocation, and as much as it scares me to say, no spark. What happened? The most caring, loving boyfriend who would always leave little notes for me around the house for me to find and smile at won't even come home to see me or even text me, when he's out. I knew something was going on, but I gave him the benefit of the doubt over and over again until I couldn't anymore. It was time to confront him about it all.

Today is our 1000 day anniversary of us dating. I reminded him all day that he has to come home early tonight no matter what. Surprisingly, he agreed and actually got home on time. You had made him his favorite dinner and put some natural makeup on, only to eat the beautiful meal in silence. Seokbae was on his phone, never once thanking you for the meal or asking you about your day or even telling me about his. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Babe" I broke the deadly silence, but no answer.

"Baby" I tried again, barely getting his attention, "are you ok?" I asked nervously.

"I'm fine, just tired" he replied coldly. That's it? I didn't think so.

I kept pushing him little by little to tell me what was going on, but it just ended up frustrating him.

"I'm going to the bathroom" he said with absolutely no emotion. Except, he left his phone on the table next to his plate, screen facing down on the table. I waited for the sound of the bathroom door closing and without hesitation, I lunged for the phone. The anxiety, the curiousity, and the fear were eating me alive. If something was going on, then I didnt want to waste anymore time.

I hurriedly unlocked his phone which was surprisingly still your birthday. The screen unlocks to a conversation between my boyfriend and some girl named Audrey. I didn't believe my eyes.

"Babe when are you coming over again?"

"Soon, my girlfriend has been nagging me all day about some dinner tonight so after that I'll make up an excuse and go"

"Ok, sounds good, miss you!"

"Miss you too, love you babe ❤️"

That goddamn heart. This goddamn bastard. I was so angry only tears rolled down my cheeks, which were now burning red with rage and betrayal. I put the phone down on my lap and sat still, thinking of what to say to Seokbae when he returned.

"Hey I forgot to bring my pho- what are you doing?" He asked cautiously.

I couldn't even look at him. I simply rose the phone with the messages and that goddamn heart in my hand so that he could see. Tears continuously streaming down my face, I could only make out one word

"Why?" I asked, my voice breaking and weak.

"(Y/N)... I-I never meant to hurt you"

"Get out" I said as cold as ice

"Come on, please, let me explain. Don't shut me out like this" he tried to beg, but the sincerity in his voice sounded forced.

I finally worked up the courage to look up at him, the tears ceasing for a moment.

"Seokbae ... Do you remember how we met? How we met eyes through the smoke in the club? How you were so sweet to me when we were outside that night? And how loving you were to me for the next year after we started dating?"

He stood in silence, now starting to tear up as well.

I continued, "then you became this monster I didn't know. You stopped coming home, you stopped responding to my texts and calls, you stopped telling me that you love me. And do you know why? Because you never did. My love for you was so real, the realest thing Ive ever felt in my entire life. But for you, it was nothing. It was another way to spend some extra time."

I looked down at my cold plate of food, regretting all the times I doubted my intuition, letting this disgusting man control what I feel. He still said nothing, mostly from the shock of being exposed.

"It still hurts you know." I said, the tears coming back abruptly. I hated myself for crying in front of him, he didn't deserve them.

"(Y/N)... I'm so sorry... I'm so sorry (Y/N)."

"I think you should leave, Seokbae" quietly, not really sure if he even heard it right, I got up and locked myself in my room. After I heard the front door closing and locking, I sobbed, not knowing if I felt more betrayed or regretful. I curled up on my bug empty bed and cried myself to sleep, my body still missing his presence in the bed.

The last couple weeks have been dreadful. I stopped going out with friends, I didn't eat anything, and I even shut out Donggab. He texted me nonstop, asking me what happened, if it had something to do with Nafla, where I was, why I wasn't responding. Every once in a while he would just barge into my apartment and force me to eat and talk. When I first told him what had happened, he swore he would get Seokbae fired and blacklisted, but that's not what I wanted. I just wanted to never see him again, have nothing to do with him.

Today, Donggab came over again with Thai food and dragged me out of bed to eat. He would try to get me to talk, be more lively, but I was not cooperating one bit.

"Dammit (Y/N)!" He slammed his chopsticks on his plate, making me jump and look at him, "get over him! He wasn't shit! If he had the audacity to cheat on you then he is not what you deserve! You deserve more than that, and I'm done sitting here just watching you sulk in despair as he's going around partying and having the time of his life!" At this point, your very calm friend was starting to scare you as he was fuming.

"damn Donggab, way to cheer me up" I said, still lifeless.

"Come on, get up, go take a shower, do your makeup, and let's go" he stood up abruptly.

"What? Where are we going?" I asked, super confused.

"To the club. And you're going to be my date" he said with a smirk on his face.

My eyes widened in confusion and shock, but he forced me to abide by his orders and we ended up at the same club Seokbae and I first met.

As soon as we were in the public eye, Donggab didn't let me out of his sight always with a hand around my waist looking out for any signs of Seokbae.

30 minutes into the dancing, as I started to feel better, I saw him behind Donggab. Seokbae was all over another girl, pulling the same shit he did on me when we first started to go out. Anger and sadness filled my eyes and Donggab saw it. He drags me way closer to Seokbae, right in his range where he could see us, and did the most shocking thing.

Before I could even process it, Donggab had been kissing me right in front of Seokbae who had wide eyes filled with fury.

Without any right, Seokbae made a b-line towards us and split us apart.

"What the hell?! (Y/N)?! What are you doing making out with Donggab?!" Seokbae was yelling over the crowds dancing and the music playing.

"Why do you care, jackass? Just leave her alone, she's mine now" Donggab announced, shocking the both of us and many around us.

"You don't know what's good for her! Fuck off!" Seokbae's veins were popping and he was the most red I've ever seen him.

"No, you should fuck off. Leave me and my mans alone Seokbae, I never wanna see your face again" I declared proudly, to which Donggab kissed me again to piss off Seokbae even more.

He ran off pushing people out of the way in anger and humiliation. I turned to Donggab after realizing what had just happened.

"Um... Can we talk about this?"

"Ok, well I really like you (Y/N). And it was so painful to see you those years with that jerk, Seokbae, so I realized I don't want to waste any more time. Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, looking a little nervous.

I just laughed, "if we're not dating now, you got a lot of explaining to do with those kisses... But yes, I would love to be your girlfriend"

We kissed one last time and made it official.

Karmas a bitch, but it can also be a good bitch.