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Acquainted (Red Velvet Yeri)

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You’re just about ready to head off to sleep when you check the group chat. This is your nightly tradition. These strangers, now your closest friends despite the anonymity, are active and in good spirits, as usual. Outside of your weekday 9-to-5, these few moments are the most interesting parts of your day, and you just so happen to join during a particularly lively conversation:

> [22:48:01] yerimiese: (posts a link to a red velvet album article)

> [22:48:14] flutter mane: :sanapog:

> [22:48:23] silksong sulker: k-pop is saved

> [22:48:33] wonyoung cockjuicer: ew red velvet

> [22:48:37] wonyoung cockjuicer: wonyoung can peg me tbh

> [22:48:39] irene’s tokki: Bae J:floshedjiggle::floshedjiggle:hyun

> [22:49:06] milf hunter: :floshed:

> [22:49:11] milf hunter: gape sugalo

So of course, you chime in as well.

> [22:50:12] You: lets get it, new rv fancams

You’re in no mood to chat for longer than five minutes, but before you head offline, you receive a private message from your closest friend:

> yerimiese: so when are you in korea again?

> You: Next week, why?

> yerimiese: nice. why don’t we meet up, that would be dope as fuck

> You: You’re in Korea? 

> yerimiese: yeaaaah? why wouldn’t i be? 

> You: I thought you’d be doing other schedules abroad

> yerimiese: nah sm definitely won’t fly us out to film an mv. cheap ass bastards ㅋㅋㅋ

Yerimiese then sends you a video link. It’s a Yeri fancam, her weapon of choice. Your conversations began with small, intimate talks about your personal life, soon transpiring into open fapping, degrading, and casual lewdness with each other. Despite the usually depraved nature of your messages, you both continued sharing snippets of your day to day lives. That’s how close you’ve grown as friends.

> You: Well i’m very tired, today was a long day at work, had to work overtime. No time to lewd, sorry

> yerimiese: it's alright. you did well today

Yerimiese sends you a pic this time. It’s an event; the internet can’t load any quicker. You’re hungry, impatient, dying. Whether it’s intentional or not, the photos she sends whenever you’re tired or stressed out are hotter than her usual swimsuit or photoshoot reel. You’ve shared enough about your daily routine to her that a camera crew might as well be recording you.

It’s nothing out of the ordinary; a simple candid pic of herself lying in bed, her face perfectly cropped out of the background, showing nothing but her body on full display in front of the huge mirror, dressed in skimpy black panties and a white shirt  that accentuates her shapely breasts. As usual, she’s not wearing a bra; you can clearly see her hard nipples demanding all of your attention.

> yerimiese: no need to send a dick pic tonight if you don’t feel like doing it 

You can’t help it. Tired as you are, you feel obligated to send her one. Luckily, every pic she sends is more than enough to make you instantly hard. It feels more guilty not to be turned on, rather. 

It’s a mostly quick and painless affair, powerful enough to put you out of commission within minutes. Even though you’re mentally checked out, Yerimiese’s sexy body is too hot not to crank one out. Taking a pic of your erect cock as you pump yourself to her is second nature; sending it on sticky fingers after you’ve spurted all over your phone and blankets is a different story. There’s no other way to put it, she was the perfect reprieve from the day’s exhaustions—a perfect high note to go out on.

> yerimiese: fuck you’re THROBBING THROBBING tonight :ningasm: your dick looks so damn nice. i can taste your cum through the screen

> You: Happy now? 

> yerimiese: more than, and then some. I wish you were here right now so you could feel how wet I am

> You: Just wait. I can’t wait to fuck you hard. Goodnight

> yerimiese: goodnight

> yerimiese: :tukkwithkiss:

—————

The next time you’re able to communicate with her, you’re one day away from being in Korea. In that period, you’ve been inactive in the group chat because work. What welcomes you back is a barrage of lewd photos and Yeri fancams.

> yerimiese: see you tomorrow :chuupeek:

It’s an open secret that you know she’s Kim Yerim. Yes, that Kim Yerim of Red Velvet fame. It was a giveaway right from the first explicit photo she sent you; those tits in a tight, petite package couldn’t have belonged to anyone other than hers. That, and the fact that her username is the same as her Instagram handle, and that she has a photo of herself in the group as a display pic. How she would end up stumbling into your private K-pop server objectifying her body and her profession is one of life’s biggest mysteries, yet here she is, giving you a very personal look into her shapely figure, better than any fancam and photoshoot could ever provide. To others, she’s merely a casual acquaintance, but to you, she can freely open up herself.

Mainly because you’re one of three people in the group chat that still cares about Red Velvet.

Her latest sent photo is relatively tame; a tight fitting white silk sundress, and the skirt is virtually nonexistent, her panties practically out in the open. Luckily for you, she seems to be sitting down, but not in her usual living room. The notion that this is what welcomes you to Korea, that you’ll be balls deep inside an idol’s pussy right when you land—it ruins you. 

Almost. 

An airport guard manages to break your deep train of thought. “Sir! No phones please,” he sternly commands, saving you from total disaster; you’re inches away from walking straight through a metal detector with your phone in hand, the belt around your pants, and some spare coins lying deep in your pocket after you bought some traditionally expensive bottled water. Luckily, no one manages to see the photo—and even if they did, she’s still smart enough to cut out her face, leaving nothing else to your imagination. 

If there’s one thing you’ve learned about immigration and airport security, it’s that there’s little need for repetition. You go through security four times. At the entrance, after the check-in counter, then within your departure gate, and even before boarding your flight—repetitive. It’s frustrating enough to tell Yerim, to which she responds with more lewd photos of herself. 

> yerimiese: yeah ive been there before ㅋㅋㅋ

> yerimiese: how long’s ur flight?

> You: About 13 hours

> yerimiese: cali?

> You: Yes

> yerimiese: kinda random, but seulgi misses los angeles

> You: How come? 

> yerimiese: something about an ex-boyfriend that i didn’t know about until the other day ㅋㅋㅋ i bet she’ll be jealous when she hears about you coming over just to clap my cheeks ㅋㅋㅋ she’d wish it was her bf instead of you

> You: does she know about this?

> yerimiese: of course not LOL i bet you’d rather fuck her instead of me, so she’ll never know. smh.

> You: That’s not true ur my RV bias since day one!

> yerimiese: stop lying LMAO i don’t blame you tho seulgi has some really toned legs and a nice slappable ass XD anyway, i’m gonna send you something to pass the time while ur onboard

> You: If it’s a masturbating clip i swear to god

> yerimiese: fuck you got me LOL

> You: Goddamit if anyone finds out on a plane of all places…

> yerimiese: i still can’t get over your clip of you jerking to me. i can taste your dick. you’re depriving me by leaving me out to dry for a week ㅋㅋㅋ

> You: You’ve been touching yourself to that clip for a week??

> yerimiese: can’t help myself, album prep has been tiring and i haven’t really found any opportunity to relax in the meantime

> You: I’ll be there soon, just wait a bit longer

> yerimiese: can’t trust me with that, i’m very close to making a huge mess of my hotel room ㅋㅋㅋ

> You: You’re in a hotel?

> yerimiese: just to meet you! I won’t be able to meet you at the airport (duh, idol dating shit), so this is the next best thing. just message me when you’ve landed here, okay?

> You: Sure

—————

It’s ingrained deep within Yerim’s mind. A core memory. If her phone could present count how many times she’s played the clip, it would be over a thousand. 

It’s very straightforward. A 45 second clip of someone masturbating between the sheets, pressing their erect cock against their phone with a brightened image of a scantily clad woman on the screen. But it’s not just any woman, it’s her. She’s pleasuring herself to the idea of a man jerking off to her. She’s following his rhythm, timing the pace her fingers rub her clit to the tempo of the man’s cock pumping to her zoomed-in breasts. 

And she’s mere minutes removed from a conversation with that exact same person.

Slumped against the hotel room walls, her bliss spirals out of control rapidly. Her legs are instinctively spread wide, juices already leaking through her panties and spilling to the floor; that’s how used they are to Yerim’s impulses to pleasure herself. In those brief moments, she imagines how the next few days play out, skipping past the formalities and pleasantries and going straight to the fucking. She moans and shouts as if that very man’s cock is penetrating her pussy hard at this very moment. Her other hand bashes the wall, tongue screaming streams of profanities, as if he’s manhandling her, using her to his personal delight.

“Fuck! Suck those fucking tits!” she screams, slipping one strap of her sundress down to pinch her own tit, enhancing the illusion. Her phone rings; in her mind it's functionally a vibrator. He’s come fully prepared, and she’s riding high knowing that this person is doing exactly what he said in their private messages from the very start.

Yerim drags her fingers along her clit violently, desperate to reach climax, the realization that this is her third orgasm of the day way beyond her. The evidence can be found everywhere: on the soiled bed sheets and in the smell of the shower; she envisions herself getting railed in those parts of the room, and then some—essentially turning the entire hotel room into the backdrop for all of the things he’d do to her: fingers around her throat, sunk into her ass, until it’s red and hurting, the way she’d quiver and cream all over his throbbing cock. Her neediness has no limits; it even breaks past her very own personal quarters, the loudness of her own self-induced pleasure drawing concern from occupants nearby.

Only after the blissful haze of orgasm does everything fall back in place. That repetitive knock on the door is a huge wake up call. Yerim’s eyes widen. 

“Shit.”

She checks her fingers—they’re coated in copious amounts of slick—and after a little further inspection, she realizes the aftermath.

“Shit. Shit. Shit.”

—————

Being honest about yourself, you couldn’t have asked to feel hornier at a worse time than this. Thirty thousand feet high up in the air, stuck in economy class because you don’t get paid enough to deal with the bullshit back in the office. Using your one of two allowed leaves in the year for a trip to see a girl you’ve mostly known online, and it isn’t even paid. To make things worse, there’s no layovers—just a point-to-point flight from San Francisco to Seoul. 13 hours.

And boy, is the ride absolutely miserable.

By what you might as well call divine intervention, you’re conveniently seated between a nun and a little girl—the two worst kinds of people to be alongside with. No, not because they’re annoying or anything like that; aside from the girl getting up every thirty minutes from her window seat to get something from her parents across the aisle, you’re practically barred access to your glorified archive of lewd Yerim pics. Opening them up with a kid barely in the first grade beside you is openly asking for trouble.

And the few times you get up for a lavatory break, you can’t get yourself going. There’s always someone at the door every five minutes. 

Eight hours deep into the flight, you look over your shoulder, catch one of the male flight attendants sneak inside one of the vacant lavatories with a fellow stewardess while everyone’s fast asleep. Fucking sickening. That should be you with Yerim right now.

When you arrive on the other side of the planet, you’ve gotten only a couple hours’ worth of sleep. You almost fumble your passport at immigration, getting them mixed up with a slew of business and membership cards. Then there’s your forgetfulness working against you, remembering you need some kind of pocket Wi-Fi, and now you have to spend a little more to get back online. It’s a mess, and it wasn’t that long since you were in Europe for a seminar, where these things were merely second nature to you.

At least you remembered that VPNs exist. You message Yerim on the taxi ride out of the airport, unsure of where to begin.

> You: Just got out of immigration

> yerimiese: fuckin finally! 

> yerimiese: you got a place to stay here?

> You: Not yet

> yerimiese: don’t bother, lemme send you my hotel address, you can stay here

Of course you don’t know Korean, despite the constant back and forth with Yerim for months. Learning’s been on the backend of your itinerary, and has never been your top priority, even now. You show the cab driver the address, who merely looks at you and the phone with a particularly vacant and dumbfounded expression, as if you’re stupid for not planning this out—which, in that regard, he’d be correct.

When you finally arrive at the hotel, only one message stands between you and finally meeting Yerimiese, once and for all.

> yerimiese: I’ll be at the poolside, third floor. can’t wait to meet you :P

And that’s exactly where you end up going. Forget that you’re lugging two whole bags and a traveler’s backpack on your shoulders; you drop them off at the front desk, expecting the staff to have a clue of what’s going on and what’s about to happen.

Stepping out into the poolside, it’s a completely barren sight. It’s three in the afternoon on a Tuesday; most people probably aren’t even booked, let alone in this supposed five-star hotel. You don’t really question whether she’s being serious or not, the evidence was in the previously sent photos; you’re dying to meet her at this point. 

And as if perfectly timed for dramatic effect, a woman emerges from beneath the waters, shaking off the wetness from her damp hair.

Yerim casually swims over the deep waters’ edge, without a care in the world, let alone your presence quietly shadowing over the large pool. Even halfway submerged, you can make out the outline of her shapely bust and hourglass figure, tightly hugged by a pink swimsuit. She was sultry and intoxicating to gawk at from candid photos, but seeing Yerimiese herself in the flesh, that’s when the realization hits you: this is happening.

And you can’t move a muscle, let alone react from the actualization that you’re right in front of her. Even as the waves of water splash on your new loafers, you simply observe. It’s creepy, it’s morally dubious, but it’s one in a million. You’re taking in every moment, every second; soak it all in, you’ll never get an experience like this ever again. 

You should be friends by now, if your definition of friendship means sharing explicit body photos and exchanging devious intentions about how you’ll fuck each other online or how much cum you’ve given to each other. But when she turns in your direction—catching you casually observing her, your hands tucked away in your coat’s pocket, grinning like a little kid— it’s back to square one.

Like the very first time.

Yerim takes all the time in the world to wade over from the other side of the pool, her smile growing closer as she approaches you. She lifts her eyebrows, expecting you to make a first move, to which you barely open your mouth, and ultimately only a deep breath, a stilted sigh, comes out.

Well, this is awkward.

Yerim giggles. You’ve previously heard her loud moans and cries, but a genuine laugh—this was your first. She never hops on calls in your group chat, most likely because idol shit, as she often refers to her line of work. Her laughter, her energetic expression—it’s as perfect of a translation to real life as it is online, and embodies the idol Yeri you know on screen. 

“How long have you been standing there?” she asks, trying—and failing—to suppress more of her laughter.

Your answer is concise, but doesn’t seem quite right. “A while.”

In reality, about five minutes. You probably won’t be there any longer when she props herself out of the water with her strong elbows. Water cascades down her shapely figure, thicker and meatier than it's ever been, more than what the cameras and pictures present. She’s truly the entire package, through and through. 

She walks over to her sunlounger, granting you a nice peek of her ass peeking through her skimpy swimsuit before she wraps herself with a towel. Apart from that, your only other notable observation is that she’s soaking wet, even bundled up. That, and also: she’s barefoot. No sign of slippers or any footwear—she willingly walked on what appears to be scorching cobbled floors.

“I would give you a big hug right now, but you know—” she comments, looking down at her drenched self, pool water endlessly dripping down to her feet. Even if she isn’t soaking wet, you’d still be frozen in place, or even worse, some eagle-eyed stranger or Dispatch reporter catch you in secret and you both end up on national news the very next day.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine,” you say, trying to dodge Yerim’s eyes. “I left my stuff at the front desk. I should probably go and grab them.”

“Smart.” Yerim sizes you up, nodding in amazement at how you’ve managed to get yourself past the entrance. “See you upstairs, then? Room 1015.”

—————

The difference between you and Yerim couldn’t be any more obvious.

Granted, you’re fresh off a 13 hour flight, followed by an hour's travel from the airport to a five-star hotel in the heart of Seoul. Yerim had all the time in the world to prepare, and yet when she emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a modest bathrobe and her dark hair bundled up, she’s never looked better. 

Facing an idol in such a haggard condition, it gives you an underlying feeling of shame. And if you’re being completely honest, if not for your cock, she’d probably be repulsed and call security on you.

But there's no security in sight. Just you, just yeri, the two of you standing in this room - which is, for the most part, quite nice. Multiple bedrooms, a lovely view of the city beneath you, and all sorts of amenities and features you’ll never get to use—you half expect her members to come in later, but perhaps for your sake, you’re better off with just her and her alone.

When Yerim begins to talk, she rambles. She goes on about the status of the next album, discussions about a possible solo debut, her relationships with her members—conversations about topics that you never really had online. It was mostly dirty talk and lewd captions. At best, you knew each other at a surface level, but here she is, sharing everything from her heart like you’ve been lifelong friends since day one.

You let her. She’s as charismatic as what she portrays on screen, and her sass is no different than the private messages she sends you. There’s not a single dull moment whenever Yerim speaks. Though you know her mostly for her body, her personality is what has you sticking around.

You wonder if she feels the same way about you.

“So, how’d you find out about us?” Yerim asks, after blabbering for a while, and you genuinely believe she’d keep going till nightfall. Close enough. Five minutes away from five in the afternoon, and you’d already spent the last hour and a half listening to a personalized podcast from her. You hope she doesn’t notice the plate of bulgogi on the table now completely empty.

“Well, a friend was a K-pop fan and had an extra ticket when you toured here,” you say, casually, slumped on the sofa. “Forgot how long that was—” you pause, “five years ago?”

“Five years? Five years since we went to America?” Yerim appears flabbergasted, face in utter disbelief at the passage of time. The realization causes her to stand from her chair. You’d be too after listening to her drone on endlessly. “Fuck.”

“SM! Give us a fucking world tour already!” she screams, pretending she’s inside the company building and you’re an executive in the room. Watching her snarkiness come to life never ceases to amuse you. You’ll let her go on for as long as she needs to; she’s entertaining in such a unique and charming way that it disarms you.

“Argh, sorry, you know me.” She suddenly stops, faces you, arms crossed, mocking up a pout. “Look at me suddenly losing my shit for no good reason.”

“Are your members used to this?”

That didn’t come out right.

She bats an eyelid. On her face is a mild, blank look of displeasure. That didn’t come out right. 

“Used to what?”

“Well, uh, I—I mean—”

You gulp your throat.

“Stop.”

Then, an air of awkward silence. Her eyes quickly scan you, lazing on the sofa.

“Let’s just get to fucking each other right now.”

—————

It isn’t that you’ve forgotten the one purpose you’re there to begin with, it’s that Yerim is very, very impulsive. One moment, upset at her company for doing the bare minimum for her group and her career, the next she’s using you as an outlet to release her frustrations. It’s a good thing your first impression of her was that she was very busty, because otherwise, the other description you had of her was—simply put—bratty.

You’re on your back, plopped against one of the beds, completely caught off-guard by her show of strength. Eyes rolled to the back of your head, you find Yerim already at the bed’s edge, loosening the belt around her waist, quickly disrobing herself within seconds. It’s nothing new; you’ve seen glimpses of her nude figure in pictures, imagined many scenarios where you’ve got your hands on her, but this—to see her completely bare in the flesh—is new. 

This is different. 

“Just so you know,” you mutter, frantically panting, your heart jumping, as Yerim undresses in front of you, “I haven’t actually had sex before.”

Just like that, the mood instantly changes. She stops. Abruptly.

“What?” 

Her mouth drops—again. Might as well stay agape. 

You consider retracting your statement. It was a joke, you’d say, something to get her even more aroused, fired up. The sex would be wilder, hotter than anything your fantasies would conjure. Then again, you wouldn’t be in this exact situation if you weren’t so chronically online, simping over pop idols like a kid about to enter puberty.

“I guess that’s to be expected,” she comments, snarkily, grabbing the edges of your pants, daring to rip them off you. “That’s fucking life, baby!” 

If you were in her shoes, obsessively waiting for someone with equally unhinged horniness, expressing precisely how you’d get fucked every single time you’d send a remotely lewd photo, you’d feel just as disappointed. You can tell by her partially scornful expression: she’s been fantasizing this moment as much as you have, too. You can’t blame her, but you kind of expected her to anticipate this; after all, you connected in a private group chat that’s been sexualizing her, of all places. 

Surely the signs of virginity were right there.

“At least this is real,” she says, leaning her head forward while cupping your growing bulge poking through your trousers. Your tip, at full mast, mere inches away from her chin, instead of a little phone screen. She’s pushing you around, growing slightly more mischievous and uncontrollable with the prospect of throwing someone like you around instead of the opposite. Something her members may have taught and ingrained in her. 

It isn’t quite the picture you expected from all the erotic snapshots and clips she’s been sending you. Every photo and video, designed to rouse the filthiest and wildest of your thoughts, was an act, a ruse to let your guard down, to give you this fixed headcanon that you can toss her around like she’s your personal plaything and object of pleasure. Instead, she’s using you for her own desires and wants.

It’s not that you don’t want her to use you and fuck you like this, it’s how completely in control she is that has you reeling, leaves you in a dizzy spell.

“I was gonna let you use my pussy and fuck me to ruin,” she says, playfully rolling her eyes, teasing and mocking. Her hand grips around the denim of your bulge, and it fucking stings. You’re sucking on loose air. “But since we have a virgin over here, I’m gonna do whatever I want.”

The implied connotation is what terrifies you, and no, it isn’t the revelation that Yerim isn’t a virgin—you assumed that much—but the notion that you were gonna have free reign over her cunt that has you contemplating some deep, long forgotten life decisions that set you back years. Their consequences are now starting to show.

She releases her ironclad grip on your pants, frees you of your obstructive clothing, both trousers and boxers down to the floor. Your hard cock springs free, terribly aching, already red and sore from her suffocating clench, and already leaking bursts of precum. The last day and a half hasn’t been kind to your cock.

To add insult to injury, she makes this licking motion with her tongue, aimed at your tip, but relents at the last minute. It leaves your throbbing cock aching harder, without any point of relief. The teasing sight almost renders you unconscious, and sends Yerim into a laughing frenzy. 

“Remember when I said I could taste your cock?” she says, chuckling. It’s not playful in the slightest—quite the opposite, in fact. It’s sinister. “I’ll wait a little longer to taste it. Don’t worry.”

Not the most reassuring of words, especially when you’ve got your hands tied—at least, not yet. Actually, you appreciate that she isn’t going to milk your cock dry just yet; when you finally look past the situation at hand, you come to treasure her chest. Her shapely chest, freely bouncing while she bounces her thick body on your lap—keep doing that, you say inside your mind, letting your wandering gaze soak in the unreal scene. 

She notices your intrigued eyes, rising and falling in rhythm with her tits. Subtlety was never your intention, and she probably knows from experience, as she says she does. Fixated attention is how she gets herself off, based on how she seems to respond to the lewd messages you’ve sent her in the past, and it shows when she repeats some choice remarks back to your face:

“I’d kill my boss to fuck those tits right now, you’re so goddamn sexy.”

She grips a hand around your throat, another down to the buttons of your shirt, pulling them apart. 

“Let me be your personal titty towel.”

Halfway there.

“I’d suck on your tits first, go down on your delicious pussy, then fuck that wet hole of yours three times straight.”

Just like that, you’re both even. Equal in nakedness.

You’re unsure whether it’s the sight of Yerim asserting her dominance over you, tits all up in your face with a devious smirk as she bares you down to your essentials that’s leaving you short on air, or if it’s the hand cautiously coiled around your neck. Either option seems sensible enough. This is how she lives in your head rent free, just being her sassy, sexy self. Even repeating some of the same particularly questionable lewd things you’ve written to her sounds hot with her brazen tone. 

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” she raises an eyebrow, leaning her head close, as if demanding an answer. 

Really, there’s no multiple choice here. Of course you nod.

She rolls her hips upward, inches her body across yours little by little, til her dripping pussy completely shadows your view. Her hand grabs the back of your head, meaty thighs pressing between your face. Now you’re truly suffocating. Even with the rather shameful admission, she rolls her crotch on your lips, expecting you to know what to do. No words, just the expectant grind of her crotch on your face, her wet folds opening up for you to take them.

Then, she begins moaning. 

Admittedly, the closest you’ve had to trying out oral is using your phone as an outlet for your tongue whenever she sends a boob photo. Thankfully, your inexperience doesn’t show when you first dip your tongue inside her folds, getting your first taste of pussy. Saltier than you expected, but fuck, you’d be lying if you think it wasn’t completely intoxicating—everything you hoped for, and more. 

It incites a few expressive reactions from Yerim—some loud, others quieter—with the end result usually a sharper, deeper grind of her waist on your face, splaying her cunt for you to devour. You’ve got one hand pressed on her ass, holding her plump flesh down while the other is at her mercy, pulled by hers, forced to squeeze her breast. You won’t complain. Not when her cries of pleasure motivate you to push yourself harder.

You repeat this addictive cycle, stretch moments into minutes, minutes into hours. Even when you’ve drained her completely, you’ll still be craving for more of her; that’s how hungry she’s made you. Your tongue meets her clit, and it draws out this especially sharp whine that she’s never hit once. Not on a track. Not anywhere. She swears up a storm, juxtaposed between soft, gentle pleas of “yes, more, and you’re so good.” 

In return, you take more of her, soak yourself in the continuous downpour of her slick juices freely flowing all over your mouth and tongue. As her pleasure escalates, her fingers tighten their grasp on your head, grab your tousled hair. You add soft, intimate kisses between streaks of licking her folds, and they send the young idol writhing, shaking atop you. Her words have been reduced to nothing but short, needy bursts of “please.” Even in this uncontrollable state, she gyrates her hips around you, rhythm steady, but more determined than ever to let herself go.

By the way her pussy throbs, you’re certain she’s a few critical points away from climax. It doesn’t change your plans, not one bit. You continue to lap at her sensitive folds, bask in her intoxicating heat, purposefully teasing her clit. She won’t demand that you end her —not this quickly, not when you’ve magically learned the art of giving oral to a woman under short notice.

You slowly work her through it. Your tongue dives into her slick entrance, deeper than it's ever been so far. The overpowering sensations send ripples that reach even the foundations of the bed, unlike anything it’s ever felt. Even in the wild throes of bodily pleasure, Yerim has enough willpower to stay in character, delivering a demand in her usual playful, fast talking tone. “Please do it! I’m going to cum!”

You contemplate the thought, completely drunk in her divine taste yourself, but you oblige. 

Your tongue sticks to her bud, and it causes this instantaneous, elaborate chain reaction. Yerim cries a sharp cry, waves of orgasm washing down all over her body. She stops in her tracks, completely rigid, mouth wide open, and this torrential gush of slick and orgasm swamps you, drowning you so deep that it's nearly fatal. Her thighs involuntarily clench tighter, too, and you’re temporarily trapped in your own pocket dimension, impossible to clean with all the cum left behind, especially on the sheets.

The most surprising observation from her orgasm is how suddenly calm it becomes. Only the sound of your tongue licking her clean can be heard, and it’s nothing but a gentle rustle. She hangs her head up, face completely flushed, catching needed oxygen in her lungs, letting the aftermath of her climax pass over. 

While her breath normalizes, she lifts herself up, moves to the side of the bed. In her wake, she’s left behind a drenched lake of slick around your face, leaking down to the muddled sheets beneath you. 

“Well,” she says, panting and pausing for air. “There goes the other bed.”

It doesn’t take rocket science to figure out what she meant. Even when you’re still mindlessly occupied by the sticky residue around your lips. You let out this muffled exhale, designed to be a laugh, but it backfires in your face. Amused, she giggles on your behalf.

“Not bad.” Yerim smiles at you. Charming and cute, a contrast to what had just transpired. “I thought you said you never had sex?”

It takes you a moment before you answer back, “I haven’t. You just taste really good.”

“You still have some left on the edges of your face,” she comments, her eyes mesmerized by how much she’s cum all over you. “Let me help you clean that up.”

And she helps, but not in a conventional way. She lifts you from the bed by your torso, then submerges you again, this time at the mercy of her bosom. You’ve got your arms wrapped around her waist while you’re kissing and sucking on her Yerim’s  tits, not exactly tidying up, but creating a larger mess that no amount of tongue cleaning can resolve. 

In the meantime, she whispers in your ear some of your more—questionable—comments:

“They need to give her a solo debut with a very sexy concept and trust me, I’ll be the guy who breaks the world record for jerking off if they do that.”

“It must feel heavy to carry them all the time. Let me lend a hand to you.”

“The only thought I had inside my mind when I saw her is every member would milk her 3x a day so that they don’t have to go outside and buy milk to eat cereal to the point they would just drink it from the source.”

You stop. You give her this strange, confused look. Even you couldn’t believe you said that.

“Did I actually say that?”

“Yes!” she replies, quick and straightforward, unable to hide her enthusiasm, while brushing your hair. “Not gonna lie, that sent me to the floor. I was laughing so hard, Irene ran in to check up on me!”

To make things worse, she flashes this wide, toothy grin that makes you regret your life choices. 

“God. I don’t wanna drink anymore.”

“Hey, if there’s any consolation, you wouldn’t be sucking on my tits and eating me out now if you never made that comment,” she says, caressing your chin and giving you a peck on the lips. As if it’s still not one of the most out of pocket comments you’ve ever made about anyone, let alone a celebrity—and you weren’t fully yourself.

“Relax. Don’t think about it too much.” Yerim pushes you back down to the bed, crawls atop you, meeting your lips again for an intimate kiss. Your hard cock, which has been left unattended for quite a while, captures your attention—and especially hers. “Lean back for me, will you?”

You comply. Involuntarily, your legs straighten, but Yerim pushes them apart, places herself at center view, seemingly ready to take you in her mouth. It makes sense; a woman with a mouth that runs like hers probably only stops when there’s cock stuffed inside them. The theory proves to be plausible when she gives your sensitive tip a delicate, yet dangerous lick, her eyes glinting at you with renewed vigor and lust.

“I told you I’d have a taste of that cock,” she says, half smug, half seductive, gloating with her brows. Your tenseness slightly recedes—until you realize your cock’s moving past her lips, in the direction of the space between her cleavage. “I didn’t say I wanted to suck on it.”

And she was right—not once has she ever expressed her desire to choke, gag, deepthroat on it. 

You grit your teeth, watching your cock disappear between her shapely tits, with Yerim personally making sure you comfortably fit like a glove. You fold. It’s snug. Hot. Breathtaking.

“Fuck, Yeri,” you mutter, closing your eyes as her inviting warmth leaves you weak in the knees, trembling. You don’t realize you’ve used her stage name over her real name. “God—”

“Does this feel like everything you wanted?” she asks, tone sultry and triumphant. A little slide up sends you into a frenzy.

You nod—even though there’s no other available options. The erotic image in front of you is permanently seared into your head: Kim Yerim, popular idol and to an extend, your ‘friend with benefits,’ grinning like a maniac, slowly fucking your cock between her tits, coated with your saliva, sweat, and copious amounts of precum. To think your little crude messages on a random forum would have such long term and drastic consequences such as this.

Not that you’d want to make sense of it all, especially when she gets into a rhythm. Sliding her breasts up and down, she’s delicate, intentional, and masochistic; you’re on the receiving end of how she felt when you were slowly eating her out. She’s dangerous, teetering between the line where your cock can be safe between her bosom and where she can break you in half. You’re already falling apart—and fast.

“Holy shit, Yerim. Fuck.” 

Each word you deliver is long and drawn out, especially the profanities. Heavenly music to her ears. She’s out of reach where you can pull by her hair, so you settle for the sheets instead. Your gaze wanders, travels everywhere but in her direction, because you don’t need to see the tortuous scene happening between your legs. Looking at the descending sun, this is probably the last time you’ll see the sun set in your life.

Her eyes challenge you to look at anywhere from her. Panting frantically, you find yourself at the mercy of Yerim’s whims, your cock fading and swelling into view, sticky and wet, gushing cum all over her tits. The sight drives you further mad, has you making sounds that have never been recorded—ever. She takes you in, delights in your suffering, eager for you to say the magic words.

“Ready to cum? I know you want to cum.” 

Even under duress, you’re not ready to fold just yet. There’s a little stubbornness inside you fighting back, pulling all the stops to keep you from surrendering to Yerim’s demands. You close your eyes, grip on the sheets even tighter, control your breathing, but it’s too little too late. You can only do so much with two hands.

“Cum for me.”

You hold onto a particularly deep breath, desperate to cling to whatever dying vestiges of control there is left, but your fate has already been sealed from the moment you’ve allowed your cock to enter her chest.

“Yerim, I—”

The exhale you release is the most relieving and satisfying. With it, comes out a rope of thick, creamy cum splashed all over her neck and chest. The aching, violent sensation doesn’t stop; more seed spills between the warmth of her cleavage. In one fell swoop, you feel all of your energy sapped from you, leaving you completely weak and powerless. 

In the gap between your climax and post-orgasm haze, you wonder if she’ll take some of your cum in her mouth, with the way she looks at your cock as it throbs beneath her chin. No. She lets it drip down her perfect naked body with a sticky white sheen that glows under the natural light piercing through the hotel’s window. 

“Just like that, hm,” she comments, casually flicking the last of your withering orgasm and cum with her wrist. She lathers the slick on her fingers on her shoulder, then places some into her mouth for a taste. 

After you regain a semblance of normalcy—after Yerim’s finished entertaining herself with your cum, staring at her coated body and fingers with curious interest—she rests her elbows on your knees, in the process of relearning how to bend. You sink back against the headrest, watch as the fading sun glimmers on an idol like her, destined to shine for every occasion possible—on the stage and under the afterglow of sex. She smiles, bright and wide, taking you in, as you are.

There’s something brewing, especially in the tender few minutes that follow. Something special, something more than just a spark. 

“So—” Yerim runs a sticky finger on your knee, dangerously close to stirring up your cock again. “You wanna try anal with me next?”

You pause. Widening your eyes, staring back with a look of disbelief. Just when you’re about to open your mouth to reply, she adds:

“Kidding. You do know that you’re gonna have to delete those tweets and comments, right? If they find out you’re here, you’re fucked. And I mean, a thousand times worse than now.”

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(A/N: This was an absolute joy to write. The nature of the request meant I could go very meta with it. About time we get a proper Red Velvet full album, so perfect timing! If you're able to figure out some of the references and easter eggs, then you, my friend, are too engrossed in the Tumblr K-pop male reader smut lore. Thank you for reading!)

(P.S. If you want to have your own story/idol written, you can ask for a commission :D)

[ghostykapi]

ruination and breakfast

im nayeon & idol!fem reader // filth <3 minors dni

had it been another day, you would probably reject her advances for the nth time. had it been another hour, you would have averted your gaze from the woman that resides in the deepest part of your heart. had it been another minute, then you would have been sleeping soundly in your cozy bed.

it wasn't another second though that did you find yourself mewling and grasping her clothes, with primal desperate need to be claimed. her teeth finding it's way to your neck and her hands tearing apart your clothes on her bed.

pause.

how the fuck did you get here?

it's no secret that you're one of the more outspoken idols, the lack of head to mouth filter making you constantly the topic of how the industry is changing. you find your name trending at least once a week for something you said in an interview or with those stupid stalkers following your life around.

some say you're one of the horrible ones who bring the bad image of an idol, because idols were supposed to be prim, proper and quiet. you loved to be messy and outspoken just to piss them off, your words ready to send someone in another childish fit of rage in social media.

some praise you for who you be with or without a camera, people constantly reporting on what you do or say. you knew that well and grasped that concept well, so you constantly used it to help amplify not your voice but others with your influence.

that's what the public thinks, what about the industry?

oh that's another whole situation that brings your head into another headache spiral. so you refuse to think about it for more than a minute

but you can’t deny the small amount of idols you actually managed to befriend with your demeanor. maybe you need too lose the rest bitch face, but that’s what got a couple of other people clinging onto you like they’re your golden retrievers and you’re the black cat

take your friend rosé from blackpink as a good example. you swear she was probably tipsy or something when she managed to mistake you for lisa and talked your ear off that night. that was the start of your blooming friendship with the four piece group.

another example was when you were younger, in the last stretch of your training years you met yeri of red velvet. she managed to convince you to stay true to your outspoken personality and to help her shop for clothes. both worked and now she’s one of the only people who can drag you out of bed and into another outing.

you also ended up befriending itzy’s youngest, sweet sweet yuna who you help in practicing her dance routines. sure you were a bit scary when you started to help her but you never really pushed her boundaries or scolded her like the previous ones who did, so she ended up getting close to you within the next couple of months. next thing everyone knew, both of you would always go to arcades together during her free days.

so the industry didn’t all hate you, but it was still shocking to many to see only so much people that are friends, or even acquaintances with you.

that's not a shock to you. the only shock [and the source of your daily annoyance] you have had in this industry is a persistent twice member who won't back down.

even after the hundreds of rejections over the months for something more than friendship, she's always within your earshot, her laugh bouncing off the walls of wherever you two can possibly meet. her texts flooding your phone more than your own manager. her gifts always making it's way to your front door of your apartment, which you refuse to acknowledge to her, that brings a smile to your face.

you know you can’t handle it anymore so that’s why it’s true that im nayeon is a force to be reckoned with. that's why tonight you managed to crack from your stubbornness as she finally managed to slither into your heart.

it was another idol's party, which you were invited too as a plus one by yeri. she had told you last minute by barging into your apartment, ruining your homeboy plans for the day.

"would you like to explain why this is very last minute?" you complained as you fixed up your outfit, all while yeri sits by the bed "i was looking forward to staying home tonight"

"i know you" she's on her phone, snapping pictures to post on her private instagram "you would say no and make 10 other excuses why you don't want to go out, ultimately mute your phone, lock the door and sleep the weekend away before i can convince you otherwise"

"i hate that you're right" you sigh as you smoothed down your skirt, feeling a bit anxious on the party "but do i have to go?"

"yes" yeri deadpans as she stands up, structs over and fixes your crop top "it's been weeks since you've got out of your house. the last time you even did leave the house for not work was for a family errand"

you hum in acknowledgement, twirling around to double check your outfit.

"you look hot but we are running out of time. chop chop let's go" yeri tosses you your bag, drags you out of door and into the night. ready to get drunk and have a good time

you don't mind mingling in the party, but with the way almost everyone had to do a double take when they see you by the door had you wanting to go back home. why bother staying in a party when half of these people probably have assumptions about you?

"yeri!" someone shouts above the music and both of you come face to face with another idol, their energy bouncing off the walls "you made it, and you brought a friend!"

"hi" you coolly state, hand out for a handshake which they gladly take "i'm y/n, yeri's friend"

"minatozaki sana, also yeri's friend" sana’s smile is bright and the mischievous glint is present in her eyes “also im nayeon’s braincell. would you interest in avoiding her or indulging with her blabbering by the living room?”

of course you couldn’t really escape her can you?

“uhm” you hesitate for a moment, eyes looking past sana to see a pair of eyes already staring at you “i don’t think i have a choice”

sana doesn’t even get to ask why when you’re pulled inside, hands on your waist and her smirk making your knees a bit weak

“hi hot stuff, come here often?” nayeon isn’t always this greasy with her pickup lines but with the time you’ve learned about her, she would only say those to you

“only when stubborn people force me to” you reply, eyes taking in her very bold choice of outfit for the night “trying to impress someone im?”

“trying to impress you” she’s so close to your face, and you swear you can kinda smell the booze on her “is it working?”

“barely” you scoff, but she doesn’t take any offense to that, only as a challenge “you have to do better than that to impress me”

“really now?” you don’t really notice it, but she’s got you cornered in an empty hallway that no one is in “what do you propose that i should do then?”

nayeon moves her hands to your shoulders and neck how, tracing random lines and shapes to any open skin she can feel. you can feel you heartbeat racing from this action but your face doesn’t move from a neutral reaction at all

“tell me” she drops her voice to a low purr, which you haven’t heard before, that brings shivers to your back “what can a woman do to make you be impressed hmm?”

you don’t answer her, only looking up to stare into her eyes as a challenge. your hands finding its place on her waist you can feel the exposed skin getting goosebumps from your touch

“tell me baby” her lips are close to yours, only distance between it is by a few centimeters “tell me”

you couldn’t take it anymore, pulling her into a kiss that she’s glad to reciprocate. your walls finally crumbling down as she invades your scenes, while kissing you senseless

and nayeon? she’s on cloud 9 right now finally kissing you after months. yeah she can be annoyingly persistent but she can see that she’s cracking bit by bit to get to you. now she’s got you around her finger, ready to show you what’s she capable to do

“you’re mine now” she whispers into your ear, after dragging you away from the party to her place with two knowing pairs of eyes watching your figures leave “and i’m gonna show you how much i love worshipping a goddess like you”

and when she’s got you underneath her? she’s got your back arched, hands clawing the sheets, thighs shaking and your mouth moaning out profanities.

so yeah that’s how you got there, with nayeon fucking you down into the mattress with her fingers plunging deep inside of you.

“you look so gorgeous for me like this” both of you are already free from any kinds of clothes and your eyes drink on her amazing form that send your mind reeling “so pretty and so ruined”

you can’t reply to her when you can feel her fingers stretch you out from the inside, your thighs twitching from every movement she does.

“sensitive?” you can barely nod when she kisses your cheek and finally pulls out after the two mind blowing orgasms she gave you “maybe we can put your energy into good use for something else”

your eyes perk up with the idea that’s she implying, and you use your arms to lock into her thighs as she carefully sits on you, her center right in front of you

“you know what to do baby” she coos, threading her finger through your hair as you start to eat her out, your arms and hands making sure she just stays right on top of you

it’s heaven when you can hear her moans go into a higher pitch when you suck on her clit or plunge your tongue deep inside of her. you can barely care for the lack of air when you can taste her like this and have her shaking on top of you

“baby” nayeon moans out, lightly tugging on your hair as she grinds onto your face “you’re gonna make me cum”

you can’t help but go faster with that, effectively making her moan and whine even louder as you bring her to the egde. her thighs crushing you a bit as she struggles to stay upright from the feeling

you don’t stop however, your arms still effectively locking her in and bringing her head fast to another orgasm ,that brings out the most profanities you can hear her say.

“sensitive?” you ask from below as you make a show of sucking her clit that brings a jolt of pleasure across her body “good”

“sensitive and spent” she gently pushes your face away from her center and bringing you into a cuddle, feeling the afterglow soak into your skins “you better be ready for the best breakfast you’ll be able to eat tomorrow y/n”

you hum in reply, your arms wrapped around her as you let her tuck her head against your neck “i hope you won’t burn the toast”

“you wound me”

[jihyocentric]

because a lot of you might not have been here since i started the older aus, i'll summarize them briefly and tag them for whoever wants to read from the beginning. remember: for all of the fics with plots, i suggest reading in order from oldest to newest posts.

all of the fills i did for requested stuff are here

all of the non requested stuff i did is here

puppy!hyo: it was a nahyo au initially. then jihyo got jealous of nayeon's friend, jeongyeon, which is in fact nayeon's ex, and eventually jihyo fell for her too. sana and momo are a couple, mina is their kitten but i only rly focus on 3mix.

fwb!jeonghyo: the name is pretty straightforward. jihyo was curious and she wanted to know if her best friend was really as good in bed as people told her. the focus is really just jeonghyo. (this one is basically completed, so please don't ask me if i have hcs for their universe because i genuinely won't have anything to add!!)

rockstar au: the main couple is nahyo. there's a jeongtzu and jeongmo love triangle. nayeon, jeongyeon, momo and sana are in a band...

domestic!nahyo: nahyo as the main couple and jeongmo as their best friends. like fwb jeonghyo, the name is very straightforward! it's just nahyo's daily life with their baby jisoo. there's also a little bit of satzu and mihyun but no fills focusing on them.

dormmate!nayeon: cheating fic, so beware of that if you're not into these kinds of fics. nayeon is in a relationship with yeri, but the focus is really on nahyo.

kitten!jihyo: kitten hyo with jeongmi. nothing to say about it, not an au with plot.

sugarmommy!jihyo: no plot in this one too, just jihyo being tzuyu's sugar mommy.

[lamentingocean]

YERI. YOU MAY HAVE GAVE US ALL WHEELCHAIRS ON YOUR PINNED POST. BUT I WILL DO BETTER THAN THAT.

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☆Jaha x reader☆ Nsfw◇

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The master of the low down is angry, confused, and has the need to mutilate and crush any head that dare stands in the way of the low down. jaha's long black hair signifies his power. Since hair can give you the results in terms of power. but it isn't like him at all to approach a woman so kindly and without a bath of insults and offensive words whatsoever. it then got the point of a relationship. of when jaha approaches kindly and sweetly to the first women he had since he became the mad demon. and a younger version of himself.

you were the same age as him. in your 20s. but you were a strong fighter as well. at first, people thought of jaha's first girlfriend as equivalently crazy as him. but that isn't it.

It was like a trivial relationship scale to him. to have no women or to have a good girlfriend that figures out how to comfort him. but to answer how about the strong fighter title of yours.

jaha trained you. Just in case if he's somewhere battling and you weren't protected. you were in a zen suite. it isn't in jaha Inn. but you bought your own home. perfect for jaha to come over and speak about the low down. or to feel you and be intimate when he wants to.

he came in unexpectedly and in such a silent presence.

"Oh jaha. Didn't expect you to come back so soon."

"Just had to take care of some errands. had a lot to do today, and seongtae was pissing me off. Showing off his strength like I didn't issue Sachong to train him."

the lavender scented bath slouched at your movement.

"Oh, come in. Don't complain about seongtae every second of his living soul. want me to give you a massage or help with your usual grumpyness?"

his red rope was used as his hair tie fell off, exposing his silky hair.

"No, you don't need to. but I am hungry."

"Tell you what..go shower once I'm done with my daily self care routine, and I will make you some miso soup. I know it's not a part of our culture, but it's heart-warming. also being a comfy meal."

you watched his gaze stare at your beauty from the tip of his shoulder. his palms, then went to the tip of your chin to see a closer look at how beautiful you are. reminiscing on how he achieved this since none of his actions revolved around a reward.

light red lipstick on the skin of your pretty lips. jaha kept staring. It was kinda infinite. a infinite reminisce to the face of your direct beauty, making the mad demon stumped and held still.

"Jaha, are you o-ok."

he blinked back to his original selve. It was kinda like his subconscious was lost. It's weird since that never happened before with him. his red eyes dimmed.

"anything wrong?"

You answer in a rain of thoughts with a voice full of a soft worriedness.

He then spoke up to take down and eliminate the worried silence like a boss down to 1hp.

"No need to cook for me..I have..something else in mind."

then his gaze turned sharp and dangerous. like he had been pushed over by masters under-leveled compared to him, like he's about to devour his foes in under a single second of the clock. but the gaze had hints of wanting you and the urge to have sex with you for the first time. very different coming from him. But it's nice to know he's the type to be dominant and degrading during the time of intimacy. His palm had a sudden surge of strength. but it's not surprising.

he lifted you up from the lavender scented bath. Your body smelt sweet. his own pure strength had you all the way up onto him.

"Jaha..what are you -"

he bended you on the candle desk. it had a strawberry pound cake and a lilac scent. He then placed his abs to your skim back. whispering in your sensitive ear.

saying words to your pleasing and to your amusement. You tried to contain yourself on what he's saying. but your mind wasn't full of thoughts like:

"Why is he doing this?"

"Did he accidentally drink something with a aphrodisiac?"

"Did something happen?"

but your actual thoughts you try so hard to push away are:

"Holy shit this is hot."

"I bet he's holding himself back from me."

"My insides are screaming for him right now. My gosh."

his fat hands started to slide up and down into the wet crevasses of your pussy. his words done it for you. a jolt of arousal sparked your system.

he sighed in slight sound.

even the presence of his fingers had you down on the floor begging like a dog to be fucked. But he went even further. he then put his two fingers down inside you.

You whined in pain since he had such long fingers, but it felt so fucking good. jaha looked in slight surprise. but what he's doing is exposed to a side of you he had never seen before.

He switched the difficulty from soft and tried and got her to adjust to fucking her senseless. since he's crazy after all. you knew damn well he is.

he reached your womb right outside and in. your words stuttered in moans and whines.

"M-master j-jaha p-please"

"No more begging. just give into your master. Don't say one more word."

your climax got closer and closer. his fingers were being coated with wetness. and even your love juices were spilling on the floor. you never expect this side of jaha either. he had always been the tough but randomly hilarious man that isn't right in the head. never shown any sides to this side of him whatsoever. even the time you sat on his lap and slept on him. and when he felt your body so smoothly with his strong hands.

"M-master s-slower p-please. I c-cant-"

"Shhhhh.."

your moans were rapid but static. it went to some of the floor and all over his big fingers. he scoffed.

Feeling impressed by how wet you are. that's a true man right there.

"Never expected this. But this is only the beginning."

he embedded his cock tip into the outer walls of your pussy. you put your head down, wanting to take it all in feel and sensation.

And then.

It's inside.

he thrusted harder, wasn't going easy, or wasn't considering going easy on you. your boobs bounced in unison to his thrusting.

wails of pain mixed with such a love for a fat cock plunging your insides. it made your legs twitch to the point of when it couldn't bring itself strength to stand up anymore. he sighed once again.

"Don't be sensitive to my cock. you earned the title of being my slut."

your gasp of that title made you say something in the midst of the sound of your moans in the suite. your unspoken words interrupted by the sound of his cock slamming you down so brutally as a term for fucking. your eyes widened to the pain.

but it went sooner later than to losing it to his cock. but then. He started to react to fucking you.

"M-master jaha m-mhmhmg"

You kept moaning his name. Over and over like a brainwashed sex slave. the tears slide down the ruined makeup of your face. Your insides felt his pulsating cock.

it was no single warning whatsoever.

he spread his white load inside your tightening pussy. it went down to your legs and inner thighs. He pulled out.

Have yourself fall down with no body movement in the first place. it's so embarrassing to you to be seen like this to your lover.

"we aren't over."

[xxjunebestgirltoesrhotuwuxx]

june is beautiful, exquisite, precious, perfect, elegant, fantastic, stunning, world changing, alluring, the best person in the world, outselling all these flops, jaw dropping, amazing, impressive, noble, exquisite, beautiful, gorgeous, angelic, soft, graceful, marvellous, feet kicking, making my heart go cherry bomb, awfully addictive, admirable, fascinating, soothing, comforting, underappreciated, loveable, revolutionary, mesmerising, classy, captivating, my sugarpop, my pookie, my muffin, my angel, my dear, my darling, my sweetheart, my honey, the loml, my one and only, the only person i see, my comfort person, my home, my everything, my universe. but most importantly, my kdy. shes making me shed so many tears, dreamy, out of this world, making me feel something i never felt before, the person that showed me a new side of myself, making me emotionally attached to it, amazing which you can’t explain in words. she ended wars. solved world hunger. her voice is ear blessing, such an eargasm, my fav ever, sweet like cotton, smth that i would die to hear 24/7, indescribably amazing, unique, making me weak and much more that i cannot define.

i love june shes my comfort person istg. everytime i dont know what to do with life, i go watch her vlogs. they are really comforting to me aaa. i appreciate june and her talents soso much that i can’t explain in words. like im new to dodo farm but still am so amazed how she can be such a great person ☹️☹️ sure, there are more people out there that love june more than i do and i’m by far not the best yeri toe but that doesnt stop me from loving her right? (not in the delusional way dw) everytime i look at her my heart aches. how can someone be like her? last my 3 months were amazing because of her! shes so incredibly talented and comforting. nothing matters more than she does. i genuinely dont know what i even did before stanning dodo farm and june. gosh the woman she is. i hope that she knows that us yeri toes appreciate her really much and hope for the best <3 oh my god shes the reason of my joy and happiness how could i ever survive without knowing that june exists. whenever im not in the mood for anything, june is the solution. not only is she just an idol to me, no, shes also my everything that i’ll love beyond infinity. her words are like a melody in my head that is never going to go away. sometimes i do wonder if future ky would still adore june as much as my current self does rn. me rn would be so devastated if i would not ult june. id have more to say but yes. for now, we can live, laugh and love thanks to my lovely star june!

i love you with all of my heart, body and soul. nothing will ever stop my love for you. distance may be keeping us apart but remember, you will always be embedded in my heart! something about you makes me fall deep for you ml. you’re the main character in my masterpiece labeled life. i dont get how anyone could not be obsessed with you. its so unbelievable that we live under the same sky. my undying love for you is deep to the core, june. nothing feels better than seeing you my dear. your lively eyes remind me of the freshly fallen snow on a glacial winter day. the cheerful smile that i’m dying to see daily, that pleasing look, your presence and those adorable habits arent enough to define your astonishing existence. you inspire me sm. something about you makes me want to achieve things. i need you love. june, my eternity, my only one, my universe and beyond, please don’t ever stop being the way you are.

remember the first time i saw june? the memories are amazing. it was clear from the start that i was meant to be a yeri toe. i just cant comprehend that one clip of my bae would be the start of a beautiful journey that is going to blossom to a greater extent! my whole life was dry and boring until you came into it. not even sunghoon was enough to make me feel as good as you do. youre special, june. june you will always be iconic!

- @yeritos

[krp1x1finder]

hi! looking for long-term partners. 22+, she/her, and will only write with those 21+.

— i strongly prefer to write on discord in a 1x1 server or on tumblr. — third person only. past/current tense. i try my best to make length, but often write multi-para. will typically match your style, tense, etc. comfortable with one-liners for text threads in between replies and such. i will reply fairly often. definitely a couple times a week, but i do work so maybe not daily. — when it comes to ooc chatting, i am typically most comfortable keeping ooc chatter related to musings, sharing things for our ships, and similar things. we can talk about shared interests, but i am a bit uncomfortable with a lot of talk about myself. if we write for a long time and i get more comfortable, that may change! i promise i'm nice, just a little awkward at first! — adding onto that: i love to talk about our muses, headcanon things, make edits and share playlists/musings. i love worldbuilding and would love to have multiple ships in one universe. — right now, i strongly prefer writing idolverse (oc only). i can do general slice-of-life and some fantasy, but my muse is strongest for idolverse currently. if you don't want idolverse, please don't interact. my muse is strongest there. — i write females. i'm not super comfortable writing male characters. i can do m/f or f/f! i do have some plots right now that work best for m/f, but i frequently write f/f so i would be happy to do a second f/f ship. — okay with dark content. comfortable with nsfw, but it really will depend on how i'm feeling. we can discuss triggers/limits, but i am pretty comfortable with dark content and angst. — i am very open to any faceclaim! used against me or anyone you'd like me to use. however, some of my favorites to use include: yeri (red velvet), yuqi and miyeon (gidle), chungha (soloist), eunbi (soloist), youha (soloist), chaeryeong (itzy), yves and kim lip (loona), winter, ninging, and karina (aespa), yeeun (clc/soloist). — when it comes to opposites, i'm very open. if a faceclaim doesn't inspire something in me, i'll tell you but i have no hard no's other than nobody super problematic. all the fcs i like to use can count as fcs i'd like to play against, and i also enjoy: many k-actresses and actors, joy and seulgi, some bts membes, dpr ian, b.i, infinite, some got7 members, some twice members, some wjsn members. however, this list is not exhaustive and i am very flexible/accepting of anyone.

if you're interested, please like this post and i'll message you 🤍

🌸 !

[gokyuzuveumuut]

Daily dose of sunshine..

2.İş yeri sorunlari...📽🎥🎞

[srdnm]

Bu İnsanları Hayatınızdan Çıkarın

Sizi strese sokan kişiler. Stres her zaman kötü bir şey değildir. Sizi harekete geçmeye motive ediyorsa sağlıklı bir şeydir. …Ancak sizi insanlar değil, olaylar strese sokmalıdır. Hayatınızda sizi sürekli olarak strese sokan insanlar varsa, zihniniz size onları hayatınızdan çıkarmanızı söylüyor demektir. Sizi kullanan kişiler. Adeta bir parazit gibi bizden beslenen kişileri eleyin. Bu tür insanların hayatınızda yeri olmamalıdır. Onları yeni yıla götürmeyin. Size saygı duymayan kişiler. Saygılı insanlar saygı gösterilmeyi de hak eder. Hayatınızda sizin onlara gösterdiğiniz saygıyı size göstermeyen kişiler varsa onları kendinizden uzaklaştırın. Sizi daima kıran kişiler. Bazen insanlar bizi kırdıkça biz onlara hayatımızda daha çok yer veririz. Hayatımızdaki kişiler değer verdiğimiz ve bize değer veren insanlardır-ya da öyle olmalıdır- Bu nedenle sizi sürekli olarak kıran insanları hayatınızdan çıkarın. Acı, ancak size bir ders verirse iyidir. Bu durumda ders, başkalarının sizi kum torbası olarak kullanmasına dur demenizdir. Size durmadan yalan söyleyen kişiler. Dürüst insanlarla olun. Yalancılara gereksiniminiz yok. Yüzünüze gülüp arkanızdan hakaret eden kişiler. Bu insanlara kıllarından geçenleri size söylemeye cesaret edemeyen korkaklardır. Bunlar size arkadaşınızmış gibi davranırken dünyanın geri kalanına sizin işe yaramaz biri olduğunuzu söylerler. Bu kişiler sizin prestijinizi yok ederler. Sadece aptallar hayatlarında böyle insanlarla yeni bir yıla başlarlar. Sizi umursamayan, ancak umursuyormuş gibi görünen kişiler. Bunlar sizin sahte arkadaşlarınızdır. Çok eğlencelidirler, sizin yardımınızı mutlulukla kabul ederler. Siz onlara ihtiyaç duyduğunuzda ise mucizevi şekilde yok olurlar. Bu kişiler sizde yanlış bir güvenlik hissi oluşturduğundan çok zararlı insanlardır. Sizi eski hayatınıza geri çekmek isteyenler. Hayat ancak sürekli gelişiyorsa ilginç ve heyecanlıdır. Ancak sürekli ilerliyorsanız, sürekli kendinizi ve çevrenizi geliştiriyorsanız, mutluluk ve huzuru bulabilirsiniz. Çoğu kişi kendilerini eski hayatlarına çekmeye çalışan insanları hayatlarında tutmaya devam eder. Bu kişilere dikkat edin, tespit edilmeleri zordur ve sizin çok çalışarak sağladığınız ilerlemeyi geri çevirirler. Sizi engelleyen kişiler. Zaman geçtikçe bizim de ümit ve hedeflerimiz değişir. Hayatınızdaki birçok kişi sizin oluşturmaya çalıştığınız türde bir hayatı yaşamak istemeyecek ve sizi kendi istedikleri hayat tarzına çekmeye çalışacaklardır. Çoğu zaman insanlar tamamen farklı şeyler hedefleyen kişilerle sarılı olduklarından hayallerindeki hayatı kurmayı başaramazlar. Hedefleriniz uyuşmuyorsa hayatlarınız da uyuşmayacaktır. Sadece ne yapacağınızı değil, kiminle yapacağınızı da dikkatli seçmelisiniz. Aynı anda ancak belirli sayıda sağlam ilişkiyi sürdürebilirsiniz. Fazlasını yürütmek için gereken zaman, enerji ya da konsantrasyon çoğu kez bulunmaz. Hayatınızı işe yaramaz insanlarla doldurursanız, işe yaramaz bir hayat kurmanız kaçınılmazdır. Eğer bir kişinin sizin hayatınıza katkısı yoksa salıverin gitsin. Onları eski yılda bırakın ve bu yıl daha iyi bir dostluk halkası oluşturun. Not: Paul Hudson tarafından Elite Daily adlı sitede yazılan “10 Toxic People You Shouldn’t Bring With You Into The New Year” başlıklı yazıdan özetlenerek tercüme edilmiştir Alıntı

[red-velvet-akgaes]

@ preciousrenebae

"For those who aren't aware they're also here on Twitter

@ preciousrenebae block them. I don't care if you think they take decent photos, they need to be called out not get tons of engagements here on Twitter." "girinnation/status/1812119755928777103

🗨️ x.com/tsumugirintaro/status/1812121025947296231 x.com/Blissylvia/status/1812127012477350140 | 2 even 100 people aren't "seulmates" sincerely a seulmate who will never hate Irene ever let alone for some fucking idiot bitter fansite. [post/42856]

🗨️ "majority if their posts are reposts of other accounts/publishers so yeah lol. was never really a good content account either and now this" Lumos__101/status/1812151921962262960

🗨️ So based on their weibo profile, (1) preciousrenebae is a woman…the female tag is on there, (2) she doesn’t care about dragging Seulgi because CSeulgi fans are jerks to Irene and because a lot of fans of the others attacked Irene when 1022 happened. Because she’s active on twitter as well, people have access to her, but she’s not really different from any other Cfan. I do not think she’s a wandarener. A lot of them are solo fans. | You keep saying this over and over again when you don't know shit, browsing weibo doesn't make you in the know. Stop defending assholes btw, they are not Irene and will never represent her as some of you act. Being a possessive insane stan who is jealous other people are close to the person you stan is pure insanity, it's not "not really different" it's pure insanity stop normalizing it because many of them are like this. | This is the first time I commented on this thread in a day lol, check my IP. Secondarily, I think it’s your perspective that it’s motivated by jealousy of Seulgi being close to Irene. It’s more likely it’s that they just dislike the other members/fans of the other members and wanted to get back at them after how they did Irene during her difficult times. the Cfan world is full of solo fans. They do not give a fuck about anyone outside of their bias. You don’t see this as much on the Ifan or Kfan side because Ifans and kfans like Seulgi [post/42911] | A friend of mine is literally bffs with those who followed Irene in Europe, i know what their motivation is and i know their reaction to seeing her with Seulgi. I never said they weren't all akgaes, but some are wr shippers and others are fans who are insanely possessive to a sick level. They dislike everyone who isn't their bias, but Seulgi is at the top of the list of their insane hate particularly because of her closeness with Irene. [post/42916]

🗨️ FTR the same cfans dragged Yeri (*joke made from FMR behind YouTube video) to the point there was a trending supertopic about her disrespecting Irene. They call Joy a pig and insult Wanda all the time too. There are different factions of Cfans, yes there are overt wandareners and they seem to be well monied but the vast majority of Chinese Irene fans are true solo fans who don’t care about the group. Just compare the cost and value of the birthday decorations and gifts for her vs the others. [post/42912] | I always thought that too, but there is anon who insists that most of them are wr shippers just because 3 unhinged c-fans and sinrinaring | I agree completely a vast majority are solo fans. Also this fight with that fansite talking about seulgi started after seulgi fans started comparing *[1, 2] what seulgi did to irene saying irene is worse and she’s the true bully which led to backlash. All cfans are toxic and attack each other constantly and daily. Seulmates and akgaes now speaking ill of Irene and saying they hope she doesn’t get her solo and baetokkis are jealous and insecure 💀 are stupid af when it’s obviously toxic akgaes who ruin everything. The day will never come when people go directly after akgaes instead of the members when fights break out. It’s so exhausting. [post/42920] | da Look at the screenshots, some of them are dated from last year and years before? That day will come when we ourselves stop equating insane akgaes to their biases and lowkey defending them by pointing out who started what.

With reading comprehension one can see no one is defending anyone. I was just setting out the background of how it blew up to this extent and called them all toxic. I literally just said all akgaes should be attacking other akgaes directly and not members period. I also disagree the day will never come when people don’t equate akgaes to biases or akgaes defending their own it’s part of this toxic environment of kpop which will never go away. [post/42927]

| DA FR, there's this one anon who is set on pushing the most-jieqis-are-wenreners agenda and gets incredibly defensive every time someone points her out that most jieqis are in fact just obsessive solo stans and not shippers. For some reason she seems to be under the assumption that pointing this out equals to defending them. | DA yeh I think anyone with two eyes can see that, like the other anon said just look at the gifts they give to Irene or when they publicly claim that they are bulk buying over 100k, 200k albums. Most of them are really invested on her only.  [post/42928]

| Da yeah it’s all akgae fighting. Justifiable? No. Predictable? Yes. Personally as someone who biases Rene idgaf really we’ve kind of seen it all by now  [post/42942]

| 🗨️ you're right anon, it's always the same akgaes who just wait for an opportunity | Da to me these aren't stans, they're mentally ill cockroaches who use random idols to hate and project their insanity. Because as a seulmate why would I ever wish for no bjh1? My bias literally adores this woman and will be the biggest simp for that solo. I watched her act like a loser in front of Irene like a week ago, in what world would she enjoy me acting hateful toward her? [post/42947]

🗨️ Irene as my bias this is all so common to us now that nothing like this fazes me. We have been saying for years now that wakgaes and joyfools have been pushing these defaming articles about Irene every time she steps out of her house and some people still think it’s knetz. It’s time for people to wake up and see that this has always been coming from inside the fandom. It’s also not because they are threatened by seulgi these are akgaes who will die on the hill that Wendy and joy are more popular then Irene. They would have attacked seulgi a lot earlier than this if they had the opportunity. The shoe thing was their opportunity and they ran with it. Anything to throw mud at every other member to put their bias in a good light is their plan. This smells more like a wakgae doing this because of Irene’s interactions with seulgi which has been going viral when it should’ve been Wendy. Irene going viral every day and Seulgi being in some of that content is a trigger also of course the possibility of Aseul2. Keeping in mind that Irene is their number 1 target. This will never end btw because baetokkis and seulmates are not unhinged enough to do the same to those two fandoms. It’s only when people on x start waking up that we may see them slowing it down in fear of retaliation. [post/42945]

🗨️ I agree these are unhinged mentally unwell people and It’s akgaes like this one that we have been warning seulmates about because there’s many more of them and they are moving like wakgaes. It’s good to see seulmates telling that person to stfu because it’s a recipe to set seulgi up. This is what other annons were saying about these fans turning into akgaes after her solo thinking seulgi in anyway brings relevance to Irene is pure delusion and is exactly the wakgae way of thinking. Also shows their insecurity by always wishing there’s no bjh1. The same people will be the first to talk smack if there’s Aseul2 and if seulmates don’t cut them again at the start there will be fandom fights. This is why so many just want solo activities because they are sick of this shit. | The reaction shouldn't be "let's not have Aseul" "hope they don't interact" because in no way does our opinion matter to them. If Seulgi and Irene decide to do Aseul again, people need to learn to sftu and stop acting like we're their managers. Do I want Seulgi to get hate like this just because her and Irene are close? No, it doesn't mean I get to tell this grown woman what to do. The sense of entitlement fans nowadays have is crazy to me. Plus I find no reason here to hate, I get both fandoms going after Joy or Wendy because they have problematic behaviors towards those two, but never Aseul towards each other. What needs to happen is sane people either tell these bastards to stfu or to report their accounts. | Da we just saw in real time how sh1tty knetz and people can be to these girls. And the answer for some people (akgaes) to solve that is to also be sh1tty and demand the girls isolate themselves from one another, not interact? Like do you hate your bias or what? Why would I want to rip away one person who has helped seulgi navigate her personal and professional life for her 10’s, 20’s and 30’s. She needs more support and love, not less. And whether people like it or not that does mean having Irene in her life. [post/42951]

[blossom-of-bliss]

Kim Yerim.

"I think it's hard to define my personality with just one single word. Of course, I do try to live brightly and positively."

Yeri.

Name: Kim Yerim (Stage Name: Yeri)

Date of Birth: March 5, 1999

Place of Birth: Seoul, South Korea

Group: Red Velvet

Position: Vocalist, Rapper, Maknae (Youngest Member)

Agency: SM Entertainment

Debut: March 2015 (with Red Velvet)

Personality: Yeri is known for her bright and cheerful personality, often bringing a lively energy to the group. She has a playful and fun-loving demeanor, which endears her to fans and her fellow members alike. Despite her young age, she is mature and thoughtful, often providing support and encouragement to her peers.

Talents and Skills:

- Singing: Yeri's vocal abilities add a sweet and youthful tone to Red Velvet's music.

- Rapping: She also contributes to the group's dynamic with her rapping skills.

- Songwriting: Yeri has shown her talent in songwriting, contributing to some of Red Velvet's songs and working on solo projects.

- Acting: She has ventured into acting, showcasing her versatility and expanding her career in the entertainment industry.

Interests and Hobbies:

- Reading: Yeri enjoys reading and often shares her favorite books with fans.

- Writing: She has a passion for writing, whether it's lyrics, short stories, or personal reflections.

- Traveling: She loves to travel and explore new places, often sharing her adventures with fans through social media.

- Fashion: Yeri has a keen sense of fashion and enjoys experimenting with different styles.

Achievements: Yeri joined Red Velvet during the promotions of their first mini-album, "Ice Cream Cake," and has since become an integral part of the group. She has participated in various variety shows and hosted music programs, showcasing her charm and wit. Yeri has also been involved in philanthropic activities, demonstrating her caring and compassionate nature.

Social Media Presence: Yeri is active on social media, where she shares glimpses of her daily life, personal thoughts, and interactions with fans. Her approachable and friendly online presence has helped her build a strong connection with her followers.

Fun Facts:

- Yeri's favorite color is purple.

- She has a close friendship with other idols in the industry, such as Taeyeon from Girls' Generation and IU.

- Yeri loves animals and often posts pictures with her pets.

Impact: Yeri's vibrant personality and multi-talented nature have made her a beloved member of Red Velvet and a respected figure in the K-pop industry. Her contributions to music, acting, and philanthropy continue to inspire fans around the world.

[gyuyoungarchives]

💬 Star News [13082020]: Park Gyuyoung Press Interview Highlights for It's Okay to Not Be Okay

- "Real Life Relationships? I've Both Dumped, and Been Dumped"

- "Admiring Han Yeri as a Role Model"

"It's Okay to Not Be Okay" is a fantasy-like romantic comedy that tells the story of Moon Gang-tae (played by Kim Soohyun), a psychiatric ward caregiver who refuses love due to the burdens of life, and Ko Moon-young (played by Seo Yeaji), a fairy tale writer who, due to a congenital defect, does not understand love, as they comfort and heal each other's wounds.

In the drama, Park Gyuyoung took on the role of Nam Juri, a psychiatric nurse. Nam Juri, a competent nurse at a psychiatric hospital, harboured unrequited love for Moon Gang-tae, who comes from the same hometown. Upon realizing the love between Moon Gangtae and Ko Moonyoung, Nam Juri steps back, causing heartache yet worrying about Ko Moonyoung's pain as a friend. She captivated viewers with her charm, revealing a new persona when drunk despite being a professional nurse for seven years, and eventually found a happy ending with a new love interest, Lee Sangin (played by Kim Joohun).

Park Gyuyoung induced sympathy from the audience through her role of unrequited love towards Kim Soohyun. Having worked with Kim Soohyun for the first time, she expressed her gratitude, saying, "I grew up watching Kim Soohyun senior's works, so he felt like a great senior to me, but he helped me a lot on set."

...Regarding her impression of Kim Soohyun in real life, Park Gyuyoung shared, "In reality, senior's face is really small...in the scenes where he rejects her, he delivered a powerful performance with his eyes. While monitoring, I felt that senior has many moments of charm that come through his eyes."

Regarding the development of love between Nam Juri and Lee Sangin, Park Gyuyoung explained, "For Juri, Gangtae was a long-time unrequited love. She tried to do something for Gangtae but ended up just bamging her head on a brick wall, which probably made her feel lonely. At that time, I think she opened her heart to someone who offered her warmth instead."

Meeting Kim Joohun for the first time in "It's Okay to Not Be Okay," she said with a laugh, "Senior (Kim) Joohun is really warm in real life. He was a man with a warm heart," and expressed her gratitude, saying, "I could rely on him comfortably." With a 13-year age difference between Park Gyuyoung, who is 27, and Kim Joohun, who is 40, she addressed potential concerns about their chemistry, saying, "I tried to express Juri and Sangin's relationship well in the drama."

When asked about her experiences of being rejected in real love, Park Gyuyoung answered, "There were various situations and the environments were all different, but I have both rejected and been rejected." When asked about her ideal type, she said, "I like someone who genuinely loves me. My ideal type is someone who is reliable and affectionate."

Though originally from Busan, Park Gyuyoung boasts an impressive academic background. She graduated from Busan Foreign Language High School, majoring in Chinese, and then from Yonsei University, majoring in Clothing and Environmental Studies. Despite having lived in Busan until high school, she now speaks standard Korean without any regional accent in her daily life.

"My parents are from Seoul. That made it easier for me to adjust my accent. But when I'm with friends, the dialect comes out," she said with a laugh.

The turning point that led her to pursue acting, despite majoring in a completely different field, was when she was offered to model for the cover of the magazine "University Tomorrow" during her university years. "I found the photoshoot fun. After that, I received an offer to act from JYP Entertainment," she explained.

Currently affiliated with Saram Entertainment, a management company specializing in actors, Park Gyuyoung said she learns a lot from her seniors. "It's great to have many people to ask for advice. There are many respected teachers, and that has been a driving force for my acting," she said. "I like senior Han Yeri. She gives me good energy, so she's my role model."

When asked why Han Yeri is her role model, she replied, "I first saw senior Han Yeri in the drama 'Nokdu Flower,' and I really wanted to learn from the good energy that emanated from her acting." She continued, "I was grateful when senior Han Yeri watched 'Psycho But It’s Okay' and told me in the shop that she liked my acting. I also watched the drama 'My Unfamiliar Family' where the senior starred and we exchanged words about how good her work was," mentioning the affectionate relationship between the seniors and juniors.

Roughly translated. Abridged.

Star News (It's Okay to Not be Okay), 2020

[an-lar]

Dram fazla olsa da dizi çok güzeldi.. çünkü çok iyi işlenmişti gerek konu gerek karakterler açısından.. yeri geldi güldüm yeri geldi ağladım.. öğrendiğim şeyler sayesinde yaşadığım olaylara farklı bakmaya,yorumlamaya başladım.. "Daily Dose Of Sunshine"

Bu sahneye gelince.. burayı izlerken bir zamanlar ki beni hatırladım.. insanın kendi kendine görmezden gelip.. yok etmesi daha ağır.. yaşayan bilir 🥺 ama şimdiye döndüğümde.. olduğum yerden memnunum.. kendimin farkındayım,gelişiyorum,iyi geliyorum.. bu yeterli 🥹😌

[cannutbefound]

General Information.

Hi there, the name Nala Kalingga, my friend call me Ody because of my previous alias and it's fine if you want to follow them, but you can call me Nala for short or whatever you prefer make yourself comfortable hehe. I'm more comfortable to go with any pronouns (in case some of you all need it for a science /s).

I'm not quite sure what category my account falls into, but I have decided to label it as unlabeled one with a little bit too much taste of a fan account (I sound like a demon from the deepest pits when I'm hyping my faves, so don't tell me I didn't warn you before because I just did!!!) and this account is a place to vent sometimes (and contains some real stuffs at times), too. Honestly, it's a mix of all that and more. Oh, and I do some writing here and there with Gauri as my alias especially on Medium (not that often but it might be popping like out of nowhere on X), so follow along if you're up for a bit of everything.

I do my best to keep things minor-friendly here, but I won't lie that I might (or might not) often talk about the daily grind of being a working adult, profanities if there are possibilities, and a little thirsty when it comes to talking about what I love. Hence, legal age might be better to avoid any "fear of missing out” or such.

Additional notes:

- I didn't put TW for posting food pictures.

- Maaf, aku anak RP.. (Yeri, Jaemin, Giselle, Wonbin)

[misswoozi]

Let's chat!

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Lucas/Kun

San/Seonghwa/Yeri

Vernon/Minghao

Mark/Renjun

Jun/Jeonghan

Dahyun/Yerin

Jongho/Yunho

Shownu/Bom

Beomgyu/Soobin

Johnny/Kun

Doyoung/Jeno

Moonbyul/Hwasa

Hani/Junghwa

Yunho/Mingi