#dabin hong

[woosn]

ever since i ever felt ya

right there life couldn't seem better

tulip flowers in my sweater

ask me now, is this forever ?

☆ ★

[khiphop-discussions]

Also an IG translation from Hiphople (used built in translator so take with a grain of salt):

It says 500 billion won in the translation but I think "50억" is actually 5,000, 000,000 won (5 billion won) so around $3,756,251 (almost $4 million). This sounds more realistic than 500 billion won (or $375 million cause at that point it means that REGIME was in the top 30-ish highest grossing tours of all time)

4억 (400 million/400,000,000) then would be around $300,464 ($300 thousand).

This is ONLY Dabin's numbers. Still not factoring in anything else from Christian or Cream's revenue.

WHAT THE FUCK?!?

[pinkpunkdynamite]

Dabin Hong in Giggles | Searching for Giggles Documentary EP. 4

[rems-writing]

AUD: Discovering the Virus

》 Pairing: dancer!Wooyoung x afab!reader (for the most part)

》 Genre: smut

》 Wordcount: 3,463 words

》 Rating: mature

》Type: series

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

A/N: ok so there's only like one smut scene in here. i just needed an excuse to write big dick!Wooyoung and include him flashing his abs lol this chapter will be different from the rest

"And I don't wanna be the one you forget. So guess, say yes." - Lucky Daye

“This scenario is quite simple. You and Wooyoung are the top two students in an elite dance class. You have a typical rivalry. However, do not stray far from the path due to the simplicity of his domain. Instead, tread carefully.” - Maddox

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“When the hell did you get a haircut and why are you pink?”

MITO laughed as you tilted your head curiously. He had gotten a new haircut, leaving you to mourn his long dark locks internally. Not only was his hair short, but it was also a rose coloured pink. He still looked good regardless. Matz and SanSang stared at his new hair in awe. As you entered the dance studio, you looked around and took in the vastness of the ceiling lights, the brick walls, and the huge mirrors plastered on one of those said brick walls. Students were strewn about in athletic clothing and were either stretching, hydrating, or gossiping. You went to your corner and set down your dufflebag before pulling out your sneakers. As you placed your slippers inside your bag, you felt a presence loom over you before taking its place next to you. An arm wrapped around your shoulders and pulled you closer. You turned your head to see your supposed rival with a cheeky grin on his face. 

Jung Wooyoung. 

You couldn’t find it in you to hate him so you mustered your best acting skills to at least give off a non-chalant vibe. You greeted him politely before turning your head so you could fetch your water bottle. You heard a quiet whine from behind you and the next thing you know, you were pulled back to him. 

“Come on, Natasha! Talk to me~”

Wooyoung’s whines and noises of complaint were endearing to you. You didn’t understand why a lot of people here found it annoying. You’d rather have him be ‘annoying’ and light up the atmosphere with his cheerful energy than be in survival mode as you went about your day in dance class. 

“Calm down, Woo. I’m just fetching my water bottle.”

“Ah! Ok then. That’s fine. The last thing I need is for a certain cutie to pass out from dehydration. It would make the rivalry a bit boring. Don’t you think?!”

“You’re weird.”

“But you love it~”

He pushed himself further into your personal space and smushed your cheeks together whilst keeping your body close to his. His veiny arms were wrapped tightly around your waist and you could smell the faint ocean scent from the cologne he spritzed on. He was really cute, but you couldn’t let him distract you from the mission. You pried his arms off of you so you could get up. You saw the pout on his face and rolled your eyes before extending your hand. 

“Come on. We have to get to our spots before professor Hwang rips us a new one.”

With a dramatic sigh of defeat, Wooyoung took his hand in your hand and followed you closely behind. 

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“Jesus!”

Wooyoung laughed (well… more like cackled like a witch since his laugh was that high pitched) loudly as you collapsed on the floor, breathing heavily and sweating profusely. You did work out in your spare time, but running around at your bartending job proved to be enough exercise for you. Or so you thought. Wooyoung extended a hand towards you and you took it before being pulled up by him. 

“Aww! Couldn’t keep up today?”

You smacked his hand away as he teased you. He then leaned in closer and whispered in your ear huskily. 

“Or are you still a bit… sore? You know… from last night’s session?”

Oh. Right. 

Maddox forgot to inform you that you and Wooyoung occasionally fucked when given the chance. You made a mental note to beat his ass later. 

“Man, shut up.”

Wooyoung smirked mischieviously at your flustered expression before patting your head and skipping to the other side of the studio so he could retrieve his water bottle and hydrate. You sighed to yourself and wiped the sweat off your brow with a small towel before making the tragic mistake of glancing upwards.

Wooyoung was using his shirt to wipe the sweat off his brow, exposing his abs to everyone, including you. 

“I see you like the view.”

You flinched as you heard professor Hwang’s voice in your ear. You turned your head to look at the practically bald and very young dance professor. He had a smirk on his face and you grew even more flustered. 

What is it with this simulation and its affinity for fine ass men?

“Do you need something, professor?”

“Please. Call me Hyunjin.”

His voice then lowered to a dangerous tone. 

“Let’s cut to the chase… Y/N.”

Shit…

“I am here to warn you.”

“Warn me? About what?”

Even though you were far from everyone else, especially Wooyoung, you lowered your voice just in case. Hyunjin let out a shaky breath as he looked around the room before getting closer to you so he could give you the warning. 

“The virus is onto you. It knows that you freed four pirate kings so far and are in the process of freeing him. Be very careful.”

You gulped nervously before speaking. 

“Are you protecting Wooyoung?”

“Technically yes and also no at the same time. I’m filling in for Seo Changbin. He’s the sole protector of Wooyoung. However, the virus found out and incapacitated him temporarily, leaving me to take over for now.”

“Incapacitate? How?”

Despite the calm tone in your voice, you couldn’t deny that you felt fear when Hyunjin told you about the virus. Hyunjin hesitated for a moment before speaking once again. 

“Trust me. Even though Changbin’s ok and very much alive, you don’t want to know.”

You gulped nervously and looked at Wooyoung, who was chatting amongst his peers with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You assumed that those peers were talking bad right in front of him, but you’d worry about that later. You looked back at Hyunjin and asked for more information. 

“I can’t tell you much about the virus, but just know this. It’s a man. A man with sharp fox-like eyes. Similar to Wooyoung.”

You nodded and thanked Hyunjin for the bit of info before walking away from him so you could get Wooyoung away from his peers. It wasn’t much, but at least you had an idea and can clearly picture the virus’s face. You stepped in between Wooyoung and the bad mouthing peers with a glare on your face. 

“I suggest you leave him alone. We’re not bothering you so why are you bothering him?”

“Ugh! Leave us alone, Natasha! It’s not like you like him either. You probably think he’s a nuisance, just like the rest of us.”

You felt Wooyoung flinch at the word ‘nuisance’ and you couldn’t control your anger anymore. The stress of the virus coming onto you was weighing you down and it didn’t help that these bitches were bad mouthing someone you considered a friend. You grabbed the collar of the girl’s shirt and pulled her forward so you were nose to nose with her. 

“Listen here, ya snake. I don’t need this shit right now. If you don’t got something to say, then shut ya mouth.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it, bitch?”

You chuckled lowly before shoving her back into her group of friends. You gathered your things and grabbed Wooyoung’s hand. 

“Next time, consider keeping ya mouth shut. Or else I’ll clock your ass.”

You pulled Wooyoung out of the dance studio and marched off back to your apartment with him in tow. You were glad you lived close by. As you barged through the front door, you let go of him, threw your stuff on the couch, and paced back and forth in your fit of seething rage. Wooyoung kept his head down and you noticed it, suddenly feeling bad for your outburst. You also mentally cursed yourself for the way you spoke. It was the same way you spoke when you chewed out the bartender for not eying San’s drugged drink before serving it to him. You saw Wooyoung walk closer to you and the apologies start spilling from your mouth. 

“Wooyoung, I’m sorry! I just… hate it when bitches bad mouth you for no reason. I consider you a good friend even though our rivalry stands in the way. If I fucked up in any way, just let me know and I’ll fix it right away -”

Wooyoung interrupted you by closing the distance and crashing his lips onto yours. 

‘Am I supposed to kiss back?’

‘He’d probably be more upset if you don’t.’

‘Fuck it we ball’

You kissed him back, tangling your fingers in his long black hair while his hands gripped your waist tightly. The kiss was messy, desperate, and had a hint of passion and perhaps love in it. He walked you backwards and laid you down on the couch, his lips never leaving yours once. In the midst of this heated make out session, he slid off his shirt and cradled your face with one hand while the other held your own hand. He soon flipped you over so you were on top this time. You were straddling him and pulled away so you both could catch your breath. You let go of his hand and slid your palms down his body slowly, taking in every inch and curve of his chest and those abs that he flashed back in dance class. As soon as your fingers reached the hem of his gym shorts, you looked at him, silently asking for permission to remove them. 

“Please…”

The breathiness of his plea was his answer and you swiftly removed them, eyes widening at the sight of his dick slapping against his stomach, the tip barely touching his abs. 

‘Holy shit! He’s fucking thick!’

‘Not as thick as San’s though!’

‘It doesn’t matter! Ride it into the sunset!’

“Can I ride you, Woo?”

Wooyoung nodded and you quickly removed your own clothing, which consisted of a sports bra and yoga pants. After straddling him again, you grabbed the base of his cock and teasingly dragged the top along your folds, causing the man to whine. You didn’t waste anymore time. You needed to let out all the frustration you felt today. You slowly sank down onto his cock, hissing and moaning quietly upon feeling every inch enter you. Wooyoung was no better. He resisted heavily on simply grabbing you and slamming you down on his dick until he bottomed out. Once it was fully in, you took a minute to adjust to his size before slowly lifting your hips so only the tip remained inside. Then, you slammed yourself back down on it, causing loud moans to be elicited from the both of you. 

“You feel so good! Mommy, please! Please keep going~”

The nickname ignited a fire within you and you adjusted yourself so your hands were on his shoulders and you could continue bouncing up and down on his cock. Every swipe of his tip against your g-spot had you moaning and whimpering louder and louder by the second. 

“We really shouldn’t eavesdrop on this shit.”

“You guys eavesdropped on me when I fucked Y/N. What makes this any different?”

“Seonghwa, get your hand out of your pants!”

Hongjoong’s words fell deaf on Seonghwa’s ears as the eldest pirate king shamefully stroked himself whilst keeping his ear pressed to the door of your apartment. San was pinching the bridge of his nose while MITO strayed far away from the group, shouting someone’s name in the halls. 

“YEOSANG, WHERE ARE YOU?! FUCK! COME ON, MAN!”

Yeosang heard the bounty hunter shout for him, but he held his breath. His face was pale, his fists were clenched, and he was visibly shaking. Behind him, a hooded figure pointed a dagger into his back. 

“Not a single word…”

Yeosang gulped nervously as the figure circled itself around him. It looked him up and down before a snarl left its lips. It disappeared in a cloud of smoke and when it cleared, MITO approached him. Yeosang let out a cry of relief and threw himself into the tatted man’s arms. 

“M-MITO…”

“Are you ok?”

Yeosang shook his head and MITO sighed in frustration before throwing a protective arm around his shoulders. Yeosang relaxed a bit, but he was still a bit shaken up. As the pair walked back to Matz and San, MITO couldn’t help but rack his brain on who spooked Yeosang like that. 

“Fuck that was good!”

Wooyoung breathed out in satisfaction as you got off him and laid beside him. His arm was around you and he kissed the top of your head before looking down at you affectionately. 

“It’s probably weird of me to say this since we just finished fucking, but… thanks for standing up for me earlier. Even though your accent was weird, I can’t deny that it’s sexy.” 

You blushed at his compliment and giggled when he started peppering kisses all over your face. 

“I’ll be right back. I need to fetch some clothes for us.”

Wooyoung whined but reluctantly let you go so you could retrieve a fresh set of clothing for both you and him. When you entered your room, you felt a slight chill in the air yet you ignored it, thinking it was just a draft and you left the windows open by accident. After putting on a shirt and sweats, you rummaged through your wardrobe to find something for Wooyoung. 

“I see you had fun with him.”

You flinched at the sound of a strange voice and turned around to see a hooded figure staring you down. Hyunjin was next to the figure, battered and bruised. He had a dagger to his throat and your eyes widened upon seeing the sight. You opened your mouth to call for Wooyoung, but the figure interrupted you. 

“Scream for him and he dies.”

You closed your mouth and glared at the figure instead. You had a feeling on who it was, but you had to ask just in case the simulation was playing tricks on you. 

“You’re the virus. The one that corrupted the simulation. Am I right?”

The figure laughed wickedly and shoved Hyunjin to the side before approaching you slowly. You watched Hyunjin fall onto your bed before returning your eyes to the figure. It circled you and looked you up and down before stopping in front of you once more. A gloved hand reached out and touched your chin before lifting your head so you could properly stare at it. A shiver went down your spine as you vaguely felt the touch to be familiar. 

“Go ahead. Pull down the hood. See the face behind the virus.”

You shakily reached your hand out and let your fingertips touch the hem of the hood, afraid it might just be tricking you and will kill you right on the spot. When you looked down to see the dagger remaining unmoved, you fully grasped the hood and counted to three before yanking it back. 

You wanted to vomit after seeing his face. 

“YOU?!”

“Hey, my jasmine.”

Out of all the possibilities of who the virus might be, he was the last person on your mind. Hyunjin’s words rang in your ears and you felt a pit forming in your stomach.

‘Sharp fox-like eyes. Similar to Wooyoung.’

You might regret it, but you had to make sure that it wasn’t a nightmare come true. The same hand that yanked the hood back slightly cupped his cheek. Your knees almost gave out when he leaned into your touch easily. You retracted your hand, feeling disgusted as you stared the man down. 

“You’re the virus, Dabin?!”

He laughed wickedly as he sheathed the dagger and caged you in between his arms. That laugh was once music to your ears. Now? It was something you needed to cleanse your ears of. You noticed the black veins protruding from his neck and saw his eyes glow green briefly before reverting back to its familiar brown color. 

“So what if I am? What are you going to do about it?”

“Hey! Asshole!”

The two of you looked over to see Wooyoung wide awake and fully clothed. But he looked different. He was wearing an all black fit with the sleeves rolled up, a white shirt underneath the jacket with a hug opening around the collar and the sleeves rolled up as well, and a silver chain dangling off his neck and glinting in the moonlight. The eyeliner made the sharpness of his eyes looking more alluring and the thorny rose tattoo on his left forearm was revealed. What caught your eye though was his hair. The long strands of his black hair weren’t there anymore. Instead, it was short and a fiery shade of red. 

“When I tell you to run, run.”

Dabin grew annoyed and turned to face Wooyoung, dagger at the ready. Before he could strike, Hyunjin grabbed his arms from behind and Wooyoung pried the dagger from his gloved hands. 

“RUN!”

You sprinted out of the room, hearing the struggle between the three men. You threw the door open and your face rammed into a hard chest. You looked up to see a bewildered MITO staring down at you. 

“Love, what’s going -”

“No talk! We’ve been compromised! The virus found us, but Wooyoung is awake! We got to go! NOW!”

You sprinted past MITO, who quickly ran behind you. Matz and SanSang saw you running. They didn’t ask you what was going on. Instead, they ran alongside you, shielding you as best as they could from any possible danger that loomed over their heads. Your lungs burned and your legs ached yet you didn’t stop until you fully evaded the danger that was your ex-husband, aka the virus. 

“The door’s right there!”

You saw Wooyoung running alongside you and the short relief of seeing him again gave you the energy boost you need to reach the door. You swung it open and ran through, accidentally tripping in the process. A groan left your lips as the door closed behind you and you felt two pairs of hands lift you up by your arms. You looked around to see if everyone was present. MITO was there. 

So was Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yeosang

San

And…

“Wooyoung!”

You threw your arms around him and let out a sob of relief while Wooyoung, albeit out of breath and a bit disoriented from waking up from the simulation, hugged you back. He let go and kissed your forehead before turning to the bounty hunter and his fellow pirate kings.

“SANGIE! SANNIE!”

An excited squeal escaped Wooyoung as he hugged his best friend and his soulmate. He then hugged the captain and the first mate before turning towards the bounty hunter and hugging him as well. 

“How long was I out?”

“Far too long. Luckily, Y/N here saved you.”

Wooyoung turned to you and grinned when he saw you shyly wave at him. He pulled you into a hug and repeatedly kissed your cheek, expressing his gratitude in between each kiss. He was soon dragged away by Yeosang and immediately latched onto him. While he was distracted by his best friend, MITO approached you. 

“Hey. You ok?”

“No…”

“I know the virus seems scary, but I promise you that we’ll protect you -”

“I know him.”

All five of the pirate kings swiveled their heads towards you while MITO furrowed his brows in confusion. You sighed shakily and tried your best to explain everything without stuttering. 

“Before you ask, I honestly didn’t know that he was the virus. I simply just know him as my ex-husband. It was an arranged marriage yet we fell in love a few weeks later. One day, he disappeared out of nowhere. Witness statements claim that they saw him go into the woods and a bright red light shone over him before disappearing. Then poof! He was gone. I assumed he ran away with his mistress and I signed the divorce papers. His parents thought the same thing and signed the papers for him.”

A tear fell down your face and all six men felt their hearts ache for you. 

“Now that I know that he’s behind all this, I… don’t know what I should do.”

Hongjoong approached you and placed a hand on your shoulder, wiping the tear away from your face. 

“The most we can do for now is rescue the last three members of our crew. We will figure it out together.”

With a final nod, you followed them closely behind. 

“Who’s next?”

[dprspace]

missing my baddies 😔

[anyadarkseid]

do yall blame me for seeing this dabin and falling in love right away ;_;

[conscbgb]

"Anyway...you may have heard a little bit about what happened to us, but now I'm here to protect DPR, and I'm always going to support Dabin, whether it's Hong Dabin or CTYL. We're just a family, and that hasn't changed since a long time ago, and we're going to continue as a family"

"Being a family means exactly this: supporting each other when there are difficulties...don't abandon the boat, but stay and weather the storms"

[dreamperfectarchives]

Sweet Silence

Summary: Dabin makes a bet with his friends without thinking about the consequences and gets into trouble.

Or boys will be boys, Ugh.

Bet!AU | M.List | Word Count: 1.6k

DPR Live x Reader: Angst, fluff, miscommunication, your friends with other khh artists. drama. arguments, men are dumb!

A/N sorry, it's on the shorter side but please enjoy!

How it started;

"If you accept this bet, y/n might not speak to you ever again."

Dabin rolled his eyes.

"He knew you better than anyone, and he believed that you wouldn't break up with him over a bet. Especially since he would explain everything in detail once the bet was over and he had won, proving those guys wrong.

“Okay, you have three days to complete this whole game, so that means no sleeping and no texting your girlfriend,” Ian smirked as he explained the rules to Dabin. “We’ll come into your flat to make sure you’re fed and hydrated, so you don’t die.”

Your boyfriend had a smile on his face, feeling thrilled at the idea of proving his friends wrong and winning the bet. However, he got too caught up in the excitement and forgot to inform you beforehand that he would be gone for three days while the dare was taking place.

“Bring it on, guys!”

He didn’t think that the outcome, in the end, would be so… terrifying. 

How it went; 

“You know what’s weird?” you said as you grabbed a drink out of your fridge. “I haven’t heard from Dabin since last night.” 

Hoody sat comfortably on the floor, intently flipping through the pages of a fashion magazine. Meanwhile, Sohee carefully painted her nails with a deep and rich shade of red.

“He’s probably just hanging out with the guys,” one of them answered. 

The other simply hummed in agreement. 

"Oh, that's a nice colour," you complimented Sohee before sitting next to her on the couch, being careful not to disturb her. "You're probably right, but, weirdly, he's taking so long to text me." 

Hoody closed her magazine over, before grabbing her drink off the coffee table, “you know what you need?” She suggested after taking a sip. “A girls night with us! We can invite Lee Hi and DeVita too.” 

You let out a sigh, the idea did sound like fun. It had been a while since you all hung out together and had a good time. Besides, maybe Dabin needed a break with his friends, just like you needed one with yours.

“Okay,” you agreed. “Let’s do it, but we’re staying in.”

Sohee laughed as she closed the nail polish bottle, “we wouldn’t have it any other way.”

The evening was a relaxing and enjoyable one, filled with laughter, good company, and indulgences like wine, face masks, and friendly chatter about relationships. We rearranged the furniture to create a cosy space on the floor, where we could lounge on blankets and pillows and fully unwind.

The thought of your boyfriend not messaging you all day, even after you texted him to ask how he was, was unsettling. It was unlike him to go this long without responding, even when he was with his friends. It just didn't make sense to you.

Was he mad at you? Did you do something wrong? 

A sigh escaped your lips as you finished your drink. Hoody was the only one who stayed after everyone went home. It had been a lovely night, full of laughter and endless fun, but now you were getting annoyed.

You sent another text.

An hour later, still no response.

It was almost 3 am and Hoody was sitting on the couch, scrolling through channels, hoping to find something interesting to watch on TV. As time passed, you seemed to become more and more irritated, letting out a sigh which Hoody took as a sign to turn off the TV and encourage you to go to bed.

While watching Hoody remove her makeup, you asked, "Do you think he's breaking up with me?" as you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

“That boy is completely in love with you,” she scolded, looking at you through the mirror. “Don’t be stupid.”

You laughed at the scowl on her face, “Sorry, it’s just unlike him, you know?”

She nodded. “If he doesn’t text or call you tomorrow, you can be as angry as you want, and I’ll be just as angry with you. Deal?”

“Deal!”

->

After Dabin failed to message or call the next day, you and Hoody sulked and complained about inconsiderate men. She was just as angry as you, she’d promised she would be the night before, you were so thankful for having a friend like her. 

“How can you go two days without messaging the love of your life?” She shouted, throwing popcorn at the TV as the protagonists kissed in the rain. “I’m so pissed off right now.”

You laughed at her sudden outburst, “It’s okay, I've decided to give him the silent treatment until he apologises.”

Hoody seemed to like your idea, and let you know she was only a call away if you needed her before she left as she had work the next day. 

Now, it was just you and your thoughts. 

The day had passed by quickly, as it always did when you were hanging out with your friends. However, now you’d found yourself unsure of what to do. You couldn't even talk to Dabin, as he wasn't talking to you in the first place. Besides, you didn't want to speak to him until he apologised. 

A sigh parted your lips as you stared at the multiple messages you’d sent the night before, how annoying, you thought. 

You started typing out a message, fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard as you let your thoughts pour out, you wanted him to know how he made you feel and what you were going to do about it before muting his messages and tossing your phone to the side. 

On the other hand:

Dabin was clueless about the impact of his actions on your feelings. He was engrossed in his video games and consuming the food that his buddies had brought for him. He convinced himself that he only had to endure one more day, and then he would see you and clarify how he had won the bet.

However, the happiness he had been feeling vanished as quickly as it had come when he saw your recent message. The message read, 'I'm not sure why you're not talking to me, but I know I haven't done anything wrong to deserve this. If this is your way of breaking up with me, then so be it. But at least say something instead of going cold.'

As he tried to call you, the call went straight through to voicemail, and his heart fell through his stomach. You thought he was breaking up with you, and he was now panicking. He couldn't bear the thought of never speaking to you again, and he realised that Ian was right.

This bet was not a good idea. 

He moved quickly, leaving a mess behind as he shoved his shoes on and grabbed his keys to make his way over to your place. The bet wasn't worth winning if it meant losing you. This whole situation was stupid to begin with. 

He arrived at your apartment just before midnight, panting heavily as he knocked on the door, praying for you to answer.

When you opened the door, you appeared annoyed. Your expression grew even more irritated when you saw him standing there. He watched as you crossed your arms and visibly became smaller under your glare.

“What do you want?” You argued. 

He quickly entered the room and closed the door behind him, saying, "I'm here to apologise. It's not what you think."

You stepped back as he tried to reach out to you. "What is it then?" you asked.

“It was a stupid bet–”

"Excuse me, what?!" you interrupted, feeling angrier. 

"It was Ian's idea. He provoked me by saying that I couldn't go three days without texting you or sleeping, and I wanted to prove him wrong," he rambled. "I know it was stupid, and I'm so sorry for putting you through this."

"I can't believe this! Did you really put me through all of this emotional turmoil just for a bet?" You unfolded your arms and settled your hands on your hips, staring at your partner in disbelief. You let out a deep sigh and collapsed onto the couch, feeling defeated. "I honestly thought you were going to break up with me."

Dabin knelt in front of you, taking your hands into his. He kissed the back of each hand and gazed deeply into your eyes. "I am so sorry for what I did," he spoke in a soft tone. "But I promise you, I'm not breaking up with you. Ever! I want to marry you one day. I'm so in love with you."

He could tell you were still upset with him, but the faint smile appearing on your lips told him that the two of you were going to be okay.

“You’ve got a lot of making up to do,” you told him to which he nodded in agreement. “Also, Ian is in a lot, and I mean, a lot of trouble.” 

Dabin laughed at the mischievous grin on your face before jumping onto the couch next to you and pulling you into his arms, “god, I missed you.”

How it ended:

“So, you failed,” Ian smirked.

Dabin shrugged as you walked into the room where he and Ian were sitting, then smiled at you.

“Ian, you are in a lot of trouble,” you said, watching the smirk fall off his lips. “I’m not sure why you’re sitting there so smugly.”

Ian appeared visibly frightened as he contemplated the severity of his situation.

Let's just say your friends had a lot to say.

[honeydewtual]

DPR Live - Hula Hoops

[soneprincess]

reminiscing on the krnb scene pre 2020 😔…

[sorilemon]

Party Rock Anthem

[minimultiestfandoms]

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[khiphop-discussions]

Bro, this DPR Rem thing is getting more and more crazy. I originally thought maybe it was just a few hundred or few thousand skimmed here and there. People will usually take a little over time in order to not be noticed. That's still bad obviously. But apparently it's non-payment for the ENTIRE REGIME TOUR?!?! (This isn't even counting that REM is wrongfully listed as a producer for Ian's songs which means the revenue is split 3 ways instead of two)

It's at LEAST in the 10s or 100s of thousands. If not MILLIONS! WHAT THE FUCK?!? No wonder Dabin is like "I'll kill you" in that song.

[pinkpunkdynamite]

DPR Ian (Christian Yu) and DPR Live (Dabin Hong) in LET ME TAKE YOU BACK TO | Searching for Giggles Documentary EP. 3

[rems-writing]

AUD: The Bane of Her Existence

》 Pairing: non-idol!Yunho x afab!reader (again. For the most part)

》 Genre/Trope: angst/you-were-a-bet trope

》 Wordcount: 3,064 words

》 Rating: mature

》Type: series

Nets: @mirohs-aurora-society @othersideoutlawsnetwork @illusionnet

"Careful what you wish for." - Lucky Daye

A/N: there's mention of a dagger being used in detail and slight mention of killing oneself as a way to express one's loathing. there's also mention of someone being called a whore, but no one is specified

“I can’t say much about this scenario. I know how much you hate him. But for the sake of the world’s fate, set aside your grudges and help him. Please.” - Maddox

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“JEONG FUCKING YUNHO?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?!”

“Love, calm down -”

“I’D RATHER DIE THAN HELP HIM!”

MITO sighed as you angrily ranted about how Yunho ruined your life. Seonghwa sympathized with you silently while WooSanSang looked confused. In their opinion, Yunho was the sweetest man they’ve ever met. He was the human embodiment of sunshine. If he were reincarnated as an animal, he’d definitely be a golden retriever. To hear a different and scornful view about him unsettled the trio. They talked amongst themselves and with logic seeped into their combined brain cells (there’s only one), they figured you must’ve had your reasons for hating him. However, that didn’t stop their prayers for you. Why? It was simple. 

If Hongjoong overheard you talking bad about him, he’d rip you a new one, saying something he most likely won’t mean, causing you to leave and creating an opportunity for Dabin to snatch them up and place them back in the simulation. 

They prayed he’d understand. 

“I’m not doing it. No. You’d have to pay me thousands of dollars in order to rescue the bane of my existence.”

“Y/N, please…”

You shook your head and crossed your arms. Your stubbornness was getting in the way of the mission and while you felt guilty for your selfishness, you couldn’t help it unfortunately. 

“What’s going on?”

All of you watched as the captain approached the group, his hat in his hand so he could ruffle and fix his cherry red hair. A frown appeared on his face as he saw you deep in thought. He couldn’t read your expression clearly so he turned to the others to get an explanation. WooSanSang looked the other way while MITO pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. Finally, Seonghwa spoke up. The first mate figured that if he explained, Hongjoong wouldn’t be as angry. 

“Y/N hates Yunho. Absolutely loathes him. For what? I’m not entirely sure.”

“If it’s for a petty reason, I don’t want to hear it. The virus knows we’re awake and that Y/N’s involved. The situation will become more dangerous and the corruption of the simulation will worsen.”

The harshness in Hongjoong’s voice brought you out of your thoughts. As much as you wanted to be mad at Hongjoong for sounding uncaring about your situation, you couldn’t. One, he’s the captain. Anything he says goes. Two, you weren’t willing to open up about your hatred towards Yunho so you brought this upon yourself. Three was the most important reason of them all. 

Dabin is the virus. 

And the longer you loiter around, the more likely his chances of catching you guys will increase. 

Sighing dramatically, you walked up towards Hongjoong and pushed your pride back into the deep recesses of your subconscious. Hongjoong looked at you sternly and you tried hard not to cower under his frightening gaze. 

“You’re right. My reason for my hatred is indeed petty. And I am sorry. I will still wake him up from the simulation. On one condition.”

“Name it.”

“If he tries to get near me, don’t let him. I don’t want to talk to him. I went so long without talking to him. I don’t intend to break that streak now.”

“Fine.”

You and Hongjoong shook hands and Wooyoung had to comfort San since he was the only one from the trio looking at the exchange between their savior and their captain. He felt bad for the human embodiment of a cat. He always talked about how everyone should get along since working as a team is better than working alone. After Yunho’s rescue, Wooyoung is concerned about how San will act once the atmosphere turns awkward. 

“Right then. Let’s go.”

You, MITO, and the five pirate kings headed towards the door and entered Yunho’s domain of the simulation. 

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“Great job, man! She’ll never know! God she’s so naive.”

Yunho’s domain was both yours and his nightmare come true. You didn’t know how Dabin knew about the source of your hatred, but it seems he tapped into Yunho’s subconscious and pulled this horrid memory out of his head and forced him to relive it. You never told Dabin about Yunho out of fear of receiving judgement so you were racking your brain on how he figured it out. Seonghwa’s heart ached for both you and Yunho, San looked like he wanted to cry, WooSang were busy comforting him, Hongjoong had a forlorn expression on his face, and MITO was hugging you from behind. The captain faced you and spoke with a tinge of sympathy and slight bitterness in his tone. 

The bitterness was aimed towards Yunho. 

“So this is how you started hating Yunho. You were… a bet to him.”

You nodded solemnly and looked up at the ceiling so you could rapidly blink the tears away. 

“We were freshmen in high school. We shared the same classes. I always had the biggest crush on him yet I kept my feelings to myself out of fear of ruining the friendship I had with him. Typical story right?”

You chuckled bitterly and Hongjoong grabbed your hand before gently urging you to continue. 

He needed the full story. 

“One day, Yunho asked me out. I was over the moon when he asked me on a date. Being the naive girl I was back then, I said yes.”

MITO tightened his hold on you, willing his anger to simmer away. 

“It felt so real! The dates, compliments, secrets shared behind closed doors, and so on! He… was my first kiss.”

San yearned to hold you against him. He couldn’t handle it. 

“One day, I made the mistake of coming to school early to surprise Yunho. I found him with his friends, laughing at something. I assumed it was an inside joke. Until I heard those exact words you guys heard just now.”

“Fuck.” Wooyoung cursed under his breath. 

“I confronted him about it and he tried so hard to defend himself. Alas, he couldn’t. From that day, not only was our romantic relationship in shambles, but our friendship went up in flames. I declared my hatred towards him before walking away so I could cry it out alone in the janitor’s closet.”

“Oh, darling.” Seonghwa murmured sadly. 

“I moved schools, changed numbers, and built a routine to make sure I avoided him at all costs. I was so heartbroken.” 

You chuckled bitterly and looked up at Hongjoong. 

“I told you the reason was petty.”

Hongjoong pulled you out of MITO’s arms and into his own so he could hug you tightly. You sobbed on his shoulder and Hongjoong tried his best to calm you down. He held you close to him, kissed the side of your head, and urged the others to come forward so they could envelop you in a group hug. He lifted your head and his heart broke at the sight of the heartbroken expression on your face. 

“Firstly, let me apologize for what I said earlier. Your reason is not petty. Secondly, it now makes sense why Yunho was crying in his room that one time I caught him.”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“I walked in on Yunho experiencing a nightmare one time. I figured it was from all the fighting we had to endure. However, when I asked him what he dreamt about, he vaguely told me that he’s facing karma for hurting someone he held close to his heart.”

Wait…

“Now that I met you and have heard your story, I understand now. Listen, Y/N. I’m sorry to break our deal early, but you have to talk to him after you wake him up.”

“Hongjoong, I can’t -”

“When he first joined our crew, his head was low and he only carried one thing with him. This locket that he always wore wherever we went. He would always open it to look at the picture inside it, close it, and hold it close to his chest, muttering heartfelt apologies.”

Hongjoong sighed and continued. 

“It took him a long time to return back to his old self. Whenever he would finish an enemy, he would always say ‘Careful what you wish for.’ before walking away. Hearing your story and connecting it to his grief explains so much. It may seem like I’m taking his side, but I’m not. I’m laying out the facts. It’s up to you to hear him out after you wake him up. For now, focus on the task at hand. Please.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded and wiped away the remaining tears on your face before straightening yourself and walking away from the group so you could face Yunho and wake him up from this nightmare. 

“Oh shit! Here she comes.” 

Yunho’s friends giggled and dispersed quickly as you approached him. You forgot how tall he was so you craned your neck upwards to look at him properly. You resisted the urge to look away. After all this time, he still looked painfully handsome. His dark blue hair further accentuated his features, the baby fat surrounding his face disappeared, and he looked more rugged. You quickly glanced down at his beautiful hands and saw many scars littering his knuckles. The scars ranged from picking out roses in thorny bushes to past battles he endured. As you looked back up at him, the warmth of his deep brown eyes remained. 

He was so in love with you. 

“Hey, Natasha.”

“Hi, Yunho.”

Yunho enveloped you in a warm embrace yet you couldn’t bring yourself to hug him back. You never got the chance to since you ran away to process your thoughts. Yunho pulled back and frowned when he realized that you didn’t hug him back. 

“Baby, how come you didn’t hug me back? Is something wrong?”

The words got caught in your throat. He was just as caring as he was before. You looked away momentarily, leaving Yunho worried. He grabbed your chin gently and turned your head so you could look at him. His hand cupped your cheek and his thumb wiped away the tear that fell from your eye. 

“Hey. Talk to me.”

“What were you laughing about with your friends?”

Yunho’s face paled as you asked the first of many questions you always wanted to ask him. Beads of sweat dripped down his face slowly as you waited for an answer. You kept looking behind him just in case his friends were planning on pulling him away. 

“It’s nothing, babe -”

“Are you sure? It definitely didn’t look like nothing to me.”

You were sure by now that his friends would try to pull him away. When you looked behind him, you saw MITO, Matz, and WooSanSang with death glares on their faces. Their glares were pointed at Yunho’s friends, who looked scared to even move an inch. You were relieved for their help. You needed answers so you could have a semblance of closure and wake him up at the same time. 

“Baby…”

“You’ve been acting shady ever since we started dating. If something is wrong, tell me.”

Yunho was getting more nervous by the minute. 

“You know I don’t play games. Careful with your next words.”

Finally, Yunho lowered his head and sobbed into his hands. This definitely didn’t happen before and you couldn’t help but comfort him. You pulled him into a hug and Yunho held onto you for dear life, afraid to lose you. 

“I’m sorry! I’m so fucking sorry! Please don’t leave me! Please!”

Yunho hiccuped through his desperate pleas and cries as he held you tightly. You shushed him and rubbed his back as he continued sobbing. He lifted his head and your heart torn in two as you saw the painful expression on his face. 

“I won’t leave if you just tell the truth.”

“But what if the truth hurts?!”

“Lying will only hurt you more.”

Yunho sighed shakily and loosened his hold on you yet his hands remained on your waist. 

“Ok… listen carefully. The truth is… you were a bet.”

“A bet…?”

You heard it before, but hearing them again in this context somehow made it less painful. 

“I made a bet with my friends to see how long I would last with you. It was the worst decision I’ve ever made! I should’ve listened to you when you claimed they were bad influences. They never cared about me from the start! I never should’ve gone to them for guidance in confidence boost. I will cut them off at your command. Just please… don’t leave me.”

He lowered his head.

“I know things won’t be the same and I won’t blame you if you decided to end things right now. But if you forgive me, I’ll work hard to make sure to gain your trust back whether as a friend or lover.”

The most logical decision was to end things and cut him off. However, your heart ruled over your head after hearing the words you wanted to hear for so long. You cupped his face and made him look at you. 

“Yunho… I am mad at you. Mad that you took on this stupid bet by your stupid friends. However, thank you for telling me.”

You dropped your hands from his face and held his hands. 

“I think we should end things. Romantically that is. However, I will still forgive you and remain friends. If you mean what you say, then I’ll support you in your endeavors to earn my trust back.” 

Yunho’s mouth stretched into that wide loving smile you know and loved so dearly. Before he could speak, the lights went out suddenly. You both jumped at the sound of the bulbs bursting. You looked behind him to see MITO and the five pirate kings getting into fighting stances, ready to take on whatever they face. 

“Pathetic.” 

You heard Dabin’s voice yet you didn’t know where he was. You saw the six men disappear one by one and you grew afraid that Dabin kicked MITO out and placed the others back into the simulation. Yunho inhaled sharply as Dabin appeared behind him and held his dagger to the taller man’s throat. 

“You forgave this asshole on the spot? After I worked hard to ensure that he will suffer?!”

“Dabin, I never told you about Yunho!”

“You didn’t have to. I just had to delve into his mind and make it come true.”

“Let him go!”

“After he fucking hurt you?! Are you crazy?!”

“Listen!” You exclaimed. 

“This is already enough punishment for Yunho. The what ifs, pain, and tears. If you don’t let him go -”

“What will you do? Bore me to death with your endless voice saying to wake up?”

Dabin’s eyes widened as you grabbed his hand and shoved him against the nearest wall. His dagger was in your hands and the blade was pressed against his throat. You were nose to nose with your ex-husband, a fiery rage in your eyes as you stared him down. He chuckled lowly and bit his lip. 

“Damn. Seems like this little jasmine grew thorns around her stem.”

“After you left with your whore, I swore off love since you left me more broken than Yunho.”

Something in Dabin’s eyes shifted. You thought he left you for someone else? He scoffed bitterly and curled his fingers around your wrist before closing them and flipping your positions around with impressive strength so you were pressed up against the wall. Your hands were pinned above your head and the dagger was back in his hand. The tip of the blade was dangerously close to your eye and his breathing was ragged. The black veins on his neck were growing until the ends of them touched his jawline. He leaned in closer and you held your breath to see what he would do. All of a sudden, he did something unexpected. 

His lips pressed against your cheek gently before slowly pulling away. 

‘Why did he do that?’

“I never left you. And I could never love someone else. Not when I have you.”

He let you go and ran a hand through his dirty blonde hair before looking at you, his dagger pointing at you. 

“Go. Go! Before I do something I’ll forever regret. Just like Yunho.”

You didn’t dare look back as you ran away from him. You didn’t see him clutch his head but you did hear him scream in pain. However, you pushed forward and reached for the door before swinging it open and jumping through. A pair of long arms caught you as the door closed and disappeared behind you. 

“Y/N.”

You looked up to see a different and fully awake Yunho looking down at you with concern. 

Three piece suit, long black trench coat, and a black fur shawl thrown over his right shoulder. You then looked at his hair. It went from short and dark blue to long and black with streaks of dark red. It wasn’t dark enough to be either a maroon or cherry wine shade and it definitely wasn’t bright enough to match WooSanHwa’s hair. 

“You ok?”

“Yeah… I’m fine.”

Yunho grinned in relief as he helped you up and walked you over to his friends and MITO. You were relieved that all six of them were simply kicked out of Yunho’s old domain. Once everyone assessed each other and determined that no harm fell upon them, they walked towards the next pirate king’s domain. 

“By the way, do you… still forgive me despite how far I have gone inside this simulation?”

“Yes. Even though you were in a simulation, you said what I wanted to hear and that was enough for me to forgive you. However, this doesn’t mean we’re back together.”

“I’m aware. As I said before, I’ll work hard to make sure I earn your trust back. I’m ok with being friends.”

“Thank you for respecting my wishes. Oh! And also… thank you for giving me my first… everything.”

Yunho blushed as you thanked him for giving you all your first times. First date, first kiss, and so on. He held out his hand towards you and you took it. 

“Shall we save the last two?”

[xuxuzinhoo]

Mergulhei nos seus olhos | Hong Dabin (DPR LIVE)

Avisos: Dabin x Leitora ▪︎ conteúdo adulto ▪︎ uso de maconha ▪︎ rio de janeiro ▪︎ praia ▪︎ casal bem apaixonadinho ▪︎

NATIRUTS/mergulhei-nos-seus-olhos_feat.katchafire.mp3..

Bolava o baseado com facilidade natural e a erva nem escapava.

O mar era admirado pelos dois. A erva foi compartilhada entre uma tragada e outra, quase em sincronia enquanto o velho e desgastado rádio tocava músicas de um pen-drive montado pelos gosto dos dois para essas ocasiões, na pequena tela azul lia:

mergulhei_nos_seus_olhosNATIRUTS.mp3

Se sentia mergulhando e flutuando . A linha do mar e os rocheados do por do sol perderam a graça ao passo que se viu presa ao homem sentado ao lado, esparramado na áreia, nem um pouco diferente de você. Um dos cotovelos se precionaram ao chão para dar sustento, ele tragava pacientemente; segura o bolado como se estivesse segurando o ar entre os dedos.

Era possível? Se perguntava. Tanta delicadeza até no simples.

Dabin admirava o mar e a pequena tatuagem perdida na sua coxa direita. E porra, ele jurava que aquele sol tatuado na tua pele brilhava mais que o astro rei natural, o qual se cansou de lutar contra o teu brilho e se escondia agora no mar.

Se perdeu no coreano no compasso em que ele se perdia em você.

-Que houve ? Bateu forte foi?

-Acho que mergulhei nos seus olhos.

Dabin fechou os olhos com a confissão, deu um sorriso tímido antes de abrir ele. Os olhos te olhavam com tanta doçura que poderiam te fazer chorar por transbordar tanto amor.

O sorriso dele deixa escapar aquele fumacê antes da hora, e o vento empurra contra seu rosto acompanhado de chuviscos de areia que nem sequer lhe incomodaram. Mas como poderiam? Seus olhos ainda estavam presos naquela íris, poderia enchergar a imensidão do oceano atraves deles sem nem sequer molhar a ponta dos pés; e o mundo era muito lindo ali. Mergulhava em Dabin como se os olhos fossem mar e o sorriso oceano.