#don’t have to be kpop if you no what non kpop artist i like !

[yoohyeon]

Send me a group / artist and I’ll tell you my fave song(s) by them ❣️

[daegu-based-terrorist]

Whats the music scene/art exchange like in north korea? ive read american propaganda that nk citizens get executed/sent to labor camps for possession of kdrama or kpop cds… but then theres also that one group of south korean protestors (?) that used to play south korean music over the loudspeaker near the border… so Im assuming people are aware of it. idk i always thought getting sentenced to hard labor for the crime of [checks notes] listening to SNSD sounded comically fake to me.

Nobody gets executed for owning Kpop/Kdrama cds but people also generally don’t own those sorts of things. Of course there are people who do and I believe they would probably get hit with a fine if ever found out, but really ownership of foreign media is very much a don’t ask don’t tell situation.

You aren’t supposed to own media created by states who want to blow North Korea up for… obvious reasons lmao. Also the Kpop industry is infamously abusive towards idols mostly due to the desire to exploit them for the most total capital, again, not something the dprk exactly wants to promote.

We do actually have a pretty good state funded movie industry, films and TV shows come out at a snails pace but when they do come out they tend to be pretty good, most of our films/shows also involve a big musical aspect which is where tones of super popular North Korean music comes from. The song “flower girl” was actually so inescapable when I was a kid like that movie came out in 1972 LET IT GOOOO 😭😭 English Wikipedia actually has a more comprehensive list of North Korean films and shows then Korean Wikipedia which is a bit funny.

As for the art side, art is pretty well funded within the dprk. It has probably changed since but when me and my mother lived there it was set up where the government would fund the artists and basically about a quarter to a half of their art would be offical government stuff, yk the typical North Korean propaganda posters, and the rest was literally whatever they wanted to do.

Here is some non political north Korean art (obviously all art is political but I’m sure you get my pint)

And here are some North Korean potters working in their Pyongyang studio:

[lostheretics]

PLOT TWIST (6)

▸ chapter 6; bonnie, clyde, and the others on the side

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5 || pt. 6

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong, lee juyeon, kim younghoon, ateez, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : there's you, and me, and us, and oh wait. perhaps there's more.

in which marriage is not always a paradise, honeymoon avenue somehow is far behind as you look through the rearview mirror. and beware of the road ahead, for accidents might happen. road work, traffic jam,

or some stranger trying to get a lift, perhaps for a permanent front seat.

✵ notes : 6k-ish. thanks for waiting, to those whoever awaits i guess. PLS REBLOG (i will appreciate this sm) AND GIVE SOME THOUGHTS IF U HAVE THEM. ENJOY

WARNINGS BELOW CUT

☒ warnings: bad words here and there (it's life, but still minors dni) but do remind me if i missed something.

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

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i don’t know how exactly to start this one. 

but it’s about younghoon, the crown prince of seoul, the heir of the seoul kim family and the huge problem he’s facing right now. he’s in a deep shit. the shit being the problem that could swallow him whole. the huge problem being falling in love. 

how is it a problem? one might ask.

well, he fell in love with a woman he’s not supposed to fall in love with. for god’s sake, it was supposed to be just a one night job. a good friendship, a good business partner if it goes for more. but he overstepped. he couldn’t help it. not to mention the woman he fell in love with is already tied down to another man. 

simply put, he somehow fell in love with jung y/n. 

and most of all, over a single fucking ice cream night. 

as he laid on his bed, his mind could only go back on repeating the moment, on and on again. 

you were such a good dancer. 

you’re a really good dancer. 

younghoon’s brain kept on saying so as each of his hand held your waist and hand, guiding you through a dance in one of mrs. han’s party that you got yourself into. 

he still couldn’t believe how easy it is for you to get an invitation over a single lunch and conversation with mrs. han. 

safe to say you had charmed the lady. 

and not long into the party, you had once again charmed your way into her heart. and her daughter’s heart more importantly, with the talk of younghoon’s brother, the main target of the whole operation. you charmed them so much to the point that mrs. han had set a formal date to meet both the families up. of course, with the thoughts of marital proposal and possible mergers of the two powers. 

the outcome of it might still change, but you still got the two families to meet up with each other and that alone is impressive enough to him. 

that’s why you and younghoon spend the rest of the evening dancing and chatting. the job is practically finished, and what’s left was easing up to each other. 

“i owe you for this one. a promise and more, i think. you’ve landed my whole family a new ally, and my brother a possible wife. in less than a month, i might add.” he had said while leading you on a dance. 

you’ve found that younghoon, more than just a charming man, is also a good and down earthed one. 

you smiled at him, “it’s a possible outcome, but not yet certain, mr. kim.”

“younghoon.”

“huh?”

“younghoon. it’s kinda too fast, but we’ve come this far and i think it’s safe to say we can certainly be on first name basis now, y/n.” he said, “only if you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

“…if you say so, younghoon.” 

younghoon smiled back. it might sound awkward still, but for that, time can be the cure. not everything can be done instantly anyways. 

the dance stopped after a while. younghoon and you had several rounds of conversations around the room, keeping the couple act up. his hand would be guiding you by your back, fixing your dress or holding your drink or handbag whenever you need the help, including you in every conversation. 

he truly is a gentleman. 

mrs. han, as the socialite she is, invited many important guests. though filled with other socialite wives, there are some prominent figures like deputy chief of the police, in which younghoon is close to, several high ranked people from ministry of health, or even other well-known and successful businessmen and businesswomen from all around the country. everything fell like a domino effect to you, just by knowing younghoon alone. 

after a while, you and younghoon came to the realization that you both were not a fan of the crowd. hence, you both decided to shy away from the crowd and opting to sit by the empty gardens, a bowl of ice cream in on one hand and your champagne glasses on the other. 

quietness filled you both as you enjoy the way the star shone that night, while munching on the vanilla ice cream you got from the ice cream bar inside. 

“this reminds me of the first time i met you, you know.” younghoon broke the silence. you turned to him with a raised eyebrow, telling him to elaborate. 

“i was getting away from the crowd in juyeon’s party so i went to the gardens. instead of watching the sky, i had to watch this lady fainting in the middle of the garden in a party—“

“ugh.” you groaned. 

“—and i had no choice but to help her, because i’m such a gentleman.” he jested. 

you closed your eyes. “that’s the most embarrassing thing to ever happen in my entire life.”

“imagine the shock when i learned this lady who fainted would soon become my business partner? and great one at that?” 

“great one? i’m flattered, younghoon.”

“and you should be. with the amount of achievement? so many in so little time.” younghoon said. 

you chuckled lightly. you looked at the hem of your dress, playing with it to satisfy your fidgety urge. 

“i had to. you know, for the family. for my husband, given the state we were in.” you murmured, “i only want stability, if not with peace.”

it wasn’t the first time you mentioned your husband’s name to him. some people in the mafia know that you are jung wooyoung’s wife, and he your husband. younghoon knew that too. but most of the times you were with younghoon, you never failed to mention your husband’s name. him being a great caporegime, good strategist, good husband who took you to meetings, et cetera. and always with a smile on your face. it never failed to amaze younghoon just how much love you have for him. 

“how does it feel like?” he blurted out suddenly. 

“huh?”

“to be married. to be in love in this… society of ours.” he said. “you seemed to be in love with your husband, which isn’t an everyday thing that happen here, you know? ‘cause most relationships are… benefit based. arranged marriage, forced ones… so how?”

“oh, that.” you smiled. “because there isn’t any benefit. we’re just… in love with each other. i didn’t came from any mafia group or family, it just happen that i worked for one without knowing they’re one, and i just met wooyoung. just like that. it’s unlikely in the mafia world, and the ways are also unlikely to happen in a normal world. but we dated, we fell harder, and decided to settle down.”

“and to me, at least, it feels great. i don’t think i’ll ever feel this way again. not before him, not after him.” you had mouthed in the end, unconsciously pouring up some of you heart contents. 

younghood sighed. “must be beautiful.”

“you could’ve got all of it, you know. just now.” 

“how so?”

“the arrangement with the han’s daughter. might be an arrangement, but a good and stable one at that. i mean, you’re the crown prince of your family. you have power. just treat her right, and tell her to treat you right, then you wait for the love to bloom. might take time, might not be the same as mine, but a win win solution still.” you expressed. “why giving it all away for your brother? no offense, he looks like a great guy like you, but why?”

younghoon chuckled. the usual question. after all, who in their right mind would give away all powers like just that? 

“hm, where do i start?” he murmured to himself, then continued.

“to put it easily, i’m here, but i don’t wanna be here. my heart isn’t fully in this. despite my rank, birth and responsibilities, my brother is more suited for this job. that's why he's always around me, i might hand him this job. hence, the arrangement and all."

“what is it then, the thing you want to do the most?”

he leaned back a bit. eyes looking up, seemingly thinking and lost in his thoughts. you stared at him, stared at the way his eyes mirror the twinkling of the stars, and the way he tugged his lips up. 

“a doctor.” he quietly said, after a while. “a real one. not for my family’s business. going all around the world as a volunteer, and actually helping actual people in need.”

“when i was in uni, i wanted to pursue a med career. but my dad didn’t really approve of it— of my future career choices in med as a volunteer. and med field are most held by my uncle and his children. so my dad offered me a chance for a med career, just not in the actual med field, but more on the business site. so i took law as my major and business as my minor and took over one of our hospitals.” he explained, before continuing, “but, i still make the best out of it. i volunteered a lot in uni, and my hospital is one of the best hospital in seoul in its practices, and we have a lot charity events to help people.”

you stared at him, awed. there was no words that could describe how amazed you are. 

“wow.” was all you could say. 

silence filled the both of you for quite some time. each of you let the conversation sink in deep, trying to understand each character, though perhaps in a light that’s slightly different from the usual one in the underworld. there were no hostility, no walls kept up too high, no tactics. 

just two people in a mellow moment, enjoying each other’s company and in harmony. 

following your own question, he then asked.

“what about you, y/n? what kind of life do you want to live?”

now, it was your time to be the one deep in thoughts. the one who stare at the stars, humming to yourself, thinking of the right answer. 

“not a mafia one, to be honest.” you murmured, “but… ever since i met wooyoung, i feel like… i’ve lived my life. that i’m living in the life that i want,” 

”with the one that i love most.”

somehow your words seemed so sincere to younghoon’s ears. so pure, so innocent, and so dreamy. something that he once dreamed of, something, or dare he say, someone that he wished for. 

and somehow, you left younghoon star struck. 

how will he ever move on? how will he ever find someone if he set such standard for his love life? a fairytale like love life, in this kind of environment. 

he wondered about the life that you have with wooyoung, wondered if he ever will have those life. he wondered what if he was the one you met instead of wooyoung. 

wishful thinking, eh?

but that’s all they are; thoughts. his gentlemanly self wouldn’t have it in his heart to steal like that. to take someone else away just for his own. no, he’s not that kind of man, and he stood by that. 

yet it didn’t do anything to erase your pictures from his mind. at least for the night. it doesn’t lessen the warmth bubbling in his gut as he type his message to you in his phone; the eagerness to see you as soon as possible. 

me: evening y/n. is tomorrow’s plan still up?

younghoon put his hand down, tapping his phone against his bedsheet as he anxiously wait for a reply; if any would come. the clock on his bedside table showed the time. 1:47 am. you must’ve fallen asleep, right?

right. 

ding. 

jung y/n: wouldn’t miss it. see u soon, hoon

younghoon think he might need to see a doctor now. his heart’s beating way too fast. 

you: woo you: i dont think i can send lunch today cause im visiting the kims at their house. im sorry :(((((( you: pls dont miss lunch ok i asked the butler to send u some food. ilysm you: also idk when i’ll be home, so pls sleep early. i promise u’ll see me in ur dreams xo

you sighed, just after your thumb clicked on the send button for the last message. 

sending lunch for wooyoung is one of your sacred daily routine ever since marriage, and this would be the first time for you not to do so. you sighed again, trying to get the uneasiness to subside so you can focus on your job today. 

but it’s still there. prickling you slightly from the inside, initiating the thoughts and realization that you haven’t met wooyoung that much these past few days. 

waking up today, you could only share a quick peck as wooyoung was in a hurry for a mission, so he said. last few days you could only drop his lunch and left as quick to continue your own job. suddenly everyone everywhere needed you. 

you miss him.

last night you were together, you remember as if it was just yesterday, you recalled how you were talking about this exact problem, this exact thing. it fears you of how fast it came true to life. and you fear even more if it ever will go even further. 

ding

woo: im gonna cry woo: jk but it’s ok babe i’ll be on a mission anw today, i dont know when i’ll be done. but i’ll be home tonight woo: come back fast if u can, ok? i love you too

just as you finished reading his replies, a sound of horn blasted as a black shiny car pulled up in front of you. the door to the driver side opened up, and you were gifted with the sight of younghoon emerging from the car, offering you a bright smile.

“ready?” was all he said while opening the passenger door, inviting you into his car. 

you nod and said a small yes, entering his car. you stare at your screen for a little while, before typing a quick response. 

wifey: i’ll try my best. 

a sigh escaped through his lips after your last message to him. putting his phone back to the slot beside him, wooyoung could only stare far into the dark alleys in front of him. his mind filled with you it made his heart heavy. 

it was never a problem before, when he had to go far or for a while on missions away from you. you’d miss him, he’d miss you, but right then he knew that whatever the circumstances, when he came back home you’ll always be there. 

it’s not the case now. 

he’s away for missions, and you’re away for business. when you’re home, he might not be home, and when he’s home, you might not be. 

for that, he feels the subtle ache in his chest. 

his fingers mindlessly tapped against the wheel of his car, before he was pulled back to his senses. the passenger door opened, showing jiwoo and her smile. 

and her tight red dress. 

“take a picture, it’ll last longer.” her snickers made him clear his throat, looking somewhere else to avoid jiwoo’s playful glint. he mentally slapped himself for even staring at jiwoo, but as a man, how could he not?

her neck is on display, as were her long legs. the dress short, but long enough to keep the gun and some knives hidden away. and with her features, anyone would be swooned by her presence. 

maybe that’s why she got assigned for this mission, and again, with wooyoung. 

what the fuck am i thinking? i have a wife.

“what takes you so long?” 

“chill, i was getting some snacks for us. you said we’ll be spying and tailing a lot, so i figured we’ll be staying in the car quite a lot.” 

“nah, change of plans.”

“what?”

“san called. seonghwa said we should go undercover into the club and get the stuff ourselves. so i’ll go as a gambler and you,” he eyed her up and down, “you, conveniently, will be enough as a distraction. did you knew we’re doing this for the mission?”

“nope, i was just feeling myself with the dress.” she shrugged. wooyoung raised a brow, but found nothing came up into his mind nor out of his mind, so he just started driving, wanting nothing more than to finish the mission. 

“so what’s the stuff we’re getting?” jiwoo asked as they parked a few buildings before the club. the car came to a halt, the sight of the dimly lit club welcomed their eyes. 

“san said it’s a ledger.” he got himself ready, “hongjoong needs something in there. it’s a proof, list of government officers getting involved in the human trafficking ring.”

“that’s terrible.”

“there are better words to describe how disgusting that is, but sure. now,” he turned to jiwoo, “i’ll go in, act kinda drunk and gamble some money for the ledger. you’ll be the distraction and a plan b; should i fail in getting the ledger, you should be the one getting it. okay?”

“okay.”

parting there, wooyoung got out of the car and walked to the club. 

so here’s the thing about missions. they can be safe, they can be risky. zero to two means safe, something like spying or just plain investigating. on the other hand, field missions can have more risks, depending on the type of job. whether you have to stay low, or to kill as little as possible, or to not be seen yet has to be there on the spot. it depends. 

and on a scale from one to ten, wooyoung is absolutely fucked. 

it was supposed to be a ‘get in, get out’ type of job and without being seen. yet he managed to make a group of 10 people running after him in the club, after he tried to trick the dealer, a.k.a the owner of the club —the stupidest thing he's ever done in a mission.

“stop right there!” 

a gunshot was heard, luckily not hitting wooyoung anywhere. but guns are out, which means his had to, whether he liked it or not.

he ran in between the crowd of people dancing and getting high, staying as low and as unseen as possible —which, he kinda failed in the first place, but he did his absolute best—, and he took out his glock from his hidden holster, shooting enemies in his sight. thankfully the music is loud enough to cover the sound of his gun. the ledger is safe in the bag, but if he’s not, then there’s no point in doing the mission any longer. but he had to hold on. 

all while he ran and shoot, he cursed jiwoo for not holding them for long. she should’ve been a distraction, but perhaps not distracting enough. 

“fuck!” he shouted.

and right after, the power went out in the whole club.

all the lights, all the music suddenly died, and the party goers could only ah-ed in unison clearly disappointed at the outcome. wooyoung couldn’t see anything in the dark, and had to stop for a while. he looked around, and found the group of men running after him starting to turn on their flashlights. he was about to run when suddenly someone grabbed his hand.

“it’s me, jiwoo!” the voice whispered loudly. wooyoung looked up and found jiwoo holding him, pulling him away from the crowd. she handed him a shirt and a new hat, rushing to cover him with it.

“let’s get out.”

jiwoo guided him out, away from the prying eyes in the darkness, before the power went back on. the backdoor was empty, leaving only wooyoung and jiwoo. jiwoo kept holding onto wooyoung, pulling him as they ran for their car a few blocks down. wooyoung almost threw himself into the car, sighed loudly when he felt the leather seat touched his back.

“what the fuck was that?” he spat out to jiwoo.

“you tell me! how’d you get chased by those guys? i thought we’re doing this quietly?” she spat back.

“that was the plan, but you failed to hold them back.”

jiwoo rolled her eyes. “no, you failed to realize that they have more security than what you think.”

“the fuck was that supposed to mean? i had mingi and san check everything before we go in. and they're doing a bidding for the ledgers anyways.” wooyoung hit back, making her sigh before explaining.

“you were already far into the club when i found out that the bidding is for tomorrow, so the ledger being there was still a top secret until tonight. reaching out would be risky, and i couldn’t explain it that fast, so i had to do plan c.”

“plan c?”

“i broke into their cctvs and jammed the whole thing so there’s no track of you, then cut out the power to get you out of there.”

he contemplated her answers for a while. sighing again, wooyoung laid back to his chair, trying to ease his breathing. 

“thank you.” he said defeatedly. 

“we’re partners. i protect you, and you protect me woo,” she shrugged. “now move your ass and let me drive. you’re hurt.”

“huh?”

he glanced towards his body trying to find the hurting part. he reached behind his shoulder, wincing when felt a cut wound along his upper shoulder blade. blood was evident on his fingertips when he pulled them back. it must be enemies’ knife cutting through when they fought, and didn’t realize up until jiwoo point it out. 

“just a scratch.”

“yeah well that scratch probably needs a few stitches. c’mon.”

jiwoo moved into the driver’s seat, then drove the car away from the chaotic club. for a while, no one said a word, except wooyoung when he gave a call to san about the mission. the sight of endless trees and dark road made him drowsy, and soon he fell into his slumber. 

“hey, wake up.”

wooyoung jolted awake, blinking his sleepiness away after jiwoo woke him up. he looked around in confusion, realizing they’re not back at their base.

“where are we?”

“other town nearby. let’s be safe and make sure they lost our tracks completely,” she pushed his seat back to create more space before shimmying herself into the tight spot. “take your shirt off.”

“w-what?”

the comical look in his eyes made jiwoo laughed as she reached for his shirt.

“yo! yes you’re hot–“

“i’m hot?” she chuckled.

“yes, no– shit– i got a wife ji–“ 

“’m not trying to fuck, silly. i’m trying to fix your wound. now take the damn shirt off.”

with jiwoo's determination, he had no choice but to take off his shirt hesitantly, glancing back to jiwoo, “look away.”

“shut the fuck up i've literally seen your body when we spar.”

off his shirt goes, showing his skin that glows under the yellow lights. jiwoo handed him a soju to distract him from the pain as she stitch his wound up. he winced a couple of times when the needle poked through his skin, but he held on.

jiwoo’s fingertips are cold, soothing to his hot wounded skin. despite the harsh words, she’s light with her hands. the sound of his and her quiet breathing filled the air.

“the pharmacist said there’s a motel just down the road, maybe we should crash there for the night.”

maybe it’s the soju he downed to the last drop. maybe he lost too much blood because of that wound. maybe it’s the fact that he’s half naked, tipsy, and jiwoo is wearing a red, absolutely sexy dress, but holy fuck, did jung wooyoung just glitched in the brain at the mention of a motel and staying the night out with another woman. 

“why?”

“it’s almost 2 in the morning.” she murmured. “the drive to the base would take 2 to 3 hours, and honestly i’m tired. you’re wounded and no doubt tipsy, i’m not about to let us crash somewhere down the road.”

that makes sense. but he had other ideas, as he reached out to the console, trying to find his phone. maybe someone could fetch them up, wooyoung thought. he tapped on the screen a couple of times, clicking on the power button but to no avail. the screen stayed dark.

“shit, my phone’s dead.” he glanced towards jiwoo who just shrugged.

“mine’s dead too.”

and no one thought of bringing a charger with them.

he groaned, leaning back to his seat. after a few beat of silence, he just nodded. “well, i guess we have no choice.”

somewhere in him, it feels wrong. like something is poking through his chest as jiwoo drove down the road, right to the said motel and parked the car. like there’s an unseen stop sign in him, reminding him to not to do it as jiwoo pulled him to the motel room.

but what could go wrong? wooyoung doesn’t like jiwoo in that way.

not even the way she took her dress off carelessly in front of him, opting to change into a bathrobe that’s not even tied properly. not the way he clearly saw her pair of underwear.

shit.

but no, he doesn’t like her like that. and he’s sure of that. yet, the blaring sound of siren kept playing in his mind, reminding him that this isn’t right. 

but perhaps it’s the soju that calmed the siren down, as he doze off into his slumber once again.

jung wooyoung woke up that morning, with a headache and pain on his shoulder. and that dull thing poking through his chest, and the same siren blasted again in his head when he saw himself; splayed on the bed half naked, with jiwoo and her loose robe, limbs tangled with each other underneath the sheets.

nothing happened last night, he's damn sure of it and remembered every single second that passed before he fell asleep.

yet, still, he doesn’t like this feeling. 

“are you okay?”

younghoon nudged you, who immediately woke up from the empty daydream you had just now. 

“huh?”

“you’ve been out of it for like, a solid 5 minutes. are you okay? did my father say something to offend you?” 

“no. nothing important.”

yes. it was something that could change her whole life.

you sighed, “it’s just… i forgot to tell wooyoung that i’m staying out last night. he hates sleeping alone.” she lied. though, not entirely. she did forgot to tell wooyoung about the whole staying out for the night last night. wooyoung would absolutely gone batshit, but judging from the lack of his messages on your phone, he might not have known it yet. which is strange. 

guilt bubbled up in younghoon, easily seen through his eyes. “i’m really sorry about last night. my father… tend to get too friendly and would sometimes step over the boundaries, like insisting for you to stay the night. i should’ve said no and took you home. god, he even made you stay up late.” he grumbled.

“it’s okay, he meant well. i just forgot to tell wooyoung, that’s all.”

“when i drop you off, i’ll explain everything to wooyoung and hongjoong, so they won’t have any weird ideas about it.” younghoon said, “you’re a married woman after all. we don’t want any trouble.”

you smiled and nodded, “thank you for the offer. i’d be thankful.”

younghoon smiled back, and continued driving towards ateez mansion, as you fall back to yet another set of daydreaming, or, more specifically contemplating your whole existence after the talk with younghoon’s father last night.

over some of his words.

01.59 am

a sigh almost left your mouth, along with a yawn, but you held back as best as you could. after all, you’re presented before kim younghoon’s father, the senior in kim’s family and not to mention one of the prominent figure in the business.

but you have no regrets, all the time passed wasn’t for nothing. and he’s a pleasant man.

“you work diligently, younghoon have said this a lot. he’s not easy to get close with,” the man chuckled, “well, it’s a shame that you’re married. i would’ve offered my son to you, he seemed intrigued.”

“you flatter me, sir. and more often than not, younghoon is the one who helped me a lot since i got into the business.”

he smiled, putting down his cup of tea. “so i’ve heard. ah, didn’t you meet younghoon through the lees?”

you nodded, “yes. lee juyeon, to be precise. though, i don’t know what younghoon has told you about it…”

“he told me everything. of why juyeon gave you to us, what you want and what he wanted. that boy,” he shook his head, tsk-ing, “ruthless as his father was. the whole people in the business had to tip toe around him if they want to be alive. jiyoung would never do that.” then he proceeded to say something that made you raise a brow.

“her child would never.”

“i thought that was just a rumor?”

the man smiled knowingly. “well, sweet lady, this old man here has a reason for supporting lee jiyoung when the sibling war happened, and still is, until now. i know a secret or two, things that others don’t know.” mr. kim explained with a longing gaze. “she’s my best friend, after all.”

“like, a secret marriage?”

you shoot your shot. 

“i was one of the few to witness her marriage. she loved seo rim well, despite the fast that he’s just a bodyguard. going against his elder’s wishes of marrying someone more prominent in the business to secure her safety and her throne, me being one of them.” 

“and now for that, she had to lose everything. but whatever people say, it was a lawful marriage.”

“seo rim?”

mr. kim laughed, “oh, oops. the name’s out i guess.”

you pressed him again, shooting your shot one more time. “but, what about the child? was it a girl or a boy? where are they?”

but to that question, mr. kim just shrugged. he downed his tea before filling his cup again. “dunno. but if i do, i’d protect them with all i have.”

you closed your mouth, only nodding to his answer. you laid back to your chair. the new information filled your head so it all circled your mind. secret marriage, possible offspring of lee jiyoung. seo rim. the name echoed in your mind. a name you never know before,

but now you do. 

mr. kim hummed, staring into the fire in front of him, seemingly in his own mind. you stared at the old man, a few white strands of hair on his head, several lines on his face, and you wonder, what does it feels like to witness a war and survived. he lived long, enough to know the lee jiyoung, to witness things that others don’t. long enough to know people, wise enough to know what to do and what not. 

hence the question.

“why me?”

“hm?”

“why did you tell me this? we just met today. and even if you do know me, it’s only from younghoon and that’s not even enough.” you murmured, “so why are you telling me this?”

the man hummed again. “because i know,” he said, making you raise a brow. he continued, “i know i can trust you.”

“where have you been?!”

san’s screeching voice was the first to greet wooyoung when he stepped out of his car with jiwoo. the said man had his hands on his hips, eagle eyes staring down judgingly at the two partners.

“bed’s empty, no note, car gone! you could’ve died!”

wooyoung massaged his temples. “now’s not the time to quote some harry potter line, san.” he groaned.

san shrugged. “it was a moment. and seriously, where have you been? you two! not even a text or a call, we were about to hunt you down!” he accusingly said. “you and y/n both, woo. thankfully y/n told us her whereabouts just this morning. but you? radio silent.”

“my phone died, and so did jiwoo’s.” wooyoung lifted his head when he realized san mentioned your name. “y/n did what?”

slowly, san lowered his hands from his hips. his eyes starting to grow wide with confusion in it. “she didn’t tell you?”

“tell me what?” wooyoung pressed.

“she’s staying out last night as well. at the kim’s.”

his brain short circuited, trying to process san’s words a couple of times. when he finally processed the whole sentences, it left him utterly dumbfounded.

“what?!”

just after he screamed, a black car stopped behind them. the sight of kim younghoon getting out of the car greeted them, along with you, whose door was held open by younghoon. 

“speak of the devil.” san blurted.

wooyoung ignored his remarks, opting to trot his way to you. he threw a look on younghoon, before pulling you away from him.

“you didn’t come home last night? why? why didn’t you tell me?” he pressed, his hand still circling your wrist.

you quickly felt guilty. “i’m sorry love, it was younghoon’s father sudden invitation. i couldn’t really get my phone, that was my fault.” you ran your free hand over his bicep, trying to soothe the anger away. “won’t happen again. what time did you get home last night?”

“he stayed out as well.” san replied from behind you. your eyes widened, while he freezed.

“what? you didn’t tell me anything about it. what happened? wha-“ your palm acidentally touched to his shoulder blades, feeling the rough bandage underneath it, “were you hurt?”

but wooyoung turned away, pushing your hand lightly. “just a scratch, it doesn’t matter.” he turned his gaze back to you, once again giving you a questioning look. “why didn’t you come home? why would you stay at someone else’s place? baby, you’re my wife. what would other people say?”

younghoon slotted himself between the two of you. clearing his throat, he explained, “mr. jung, that was my fault. my father can be quite pushy, he insisted that mrs. jung must stay the night because he wanted her company and to talk. i’m sorry, i should’ve insisted on taking her home.”

“damn right you should’ve.” wooyoung spat, earning a slap on his chest from you. 

“wooyoung!” 

younghoon bowed slightly. “i’m sorry. i’ll make sure no one knows about this, and i’ll explain everything to hongjoong. if these words ever comes out i won’t hesitate to straighten things up and i certainly won’t let this ruin your or y/n’s reputations. once again, i’m sorry.” the man doesn’t even lift his head, bowing once again. “i’m sorry. excuse me.”

“hoon–“ you tried to call him but to no avail, as the man quickly got into his car and drove away. you watched in guilt as his black car went further. throwing a side eye at wooyoung, you detached yourself from him, grumbling as you walked away. he followed right behind you.

“i can’t believe you just did that!”

wooyoung scoffed. “am i not allowed to do that? you’re my wife, and your husband is questioning why were you staying the night at some other man’s house!”

stopping in your tracks, you turned back to glare at him. “i did nothing with younghoon, heck i even stayed at a different wing in his mansion!” you point your finger, “you were staying out last night as well! with your partner who, by the way is also a woman! did you see me complaining or accusing you of anything? no text no nothing, who knows what you did out there?”

…splayed on the bed half naked, with jiwoo and her loose robe, limbs tangled with each other underneath the sheets.

“how could you accuse me of cheating?we didn't do anything!”

“i didn’t even say the word. you put those in your own mouth.”

“i got injured, she was tired, both of our phones are dead, we had no choice but to stay out!”

“that’s exactly what happened to me! younghoon’s father wanted to speak, yes he’s a fucking pushover and that’s kinda annoying so i had no choice but to do as he says because he’s that important, but i did nothing other than talking.” you half shouted. “kim younghoon is an ally, woo. an important one right now. i’m not doing this for me, this whole thing is a business, but then you shouted at him, being completely unprofessional and irrational, i—“

you bit your lip, trying to held your emotions back. “if something goes wrong, hongjoong’s gonna be mad. i’m trying my best right now to gain his trust, to gain something for us, but y—“ you choked back your tears out of frustration, trying your best not to let out a single drop of it. 

seeing how you almost broke down lessen his anger. 

“baby….”

“you two, enough.” 

hongjoong’s voice blared through the whole hallway, making you both turned your heads. you quickly wiped a single tear, trying to compose yourself. 

hongjoong had his hands on his pocket, eyes icy as he stared down at the both of you.

“how many times do i have to tell you to keep your goddamn professionalism first in the business?” he gritted through his teeth. you and wooyoung could only stare at the floor beneath you. you heard a sigh coming out of hongjoong’s mouth.

“younghoon explained everything to me, even gave me a proof of y/n’s room. i know you’re angry, but you shouldn’t have shouted at him, woo. and y/n you should’ve known better than to stay at someone else’s place. the fuck is wrong with you two? i'm not even married but i at least know this.”

you and wooyoung could only turn away from hongjoong's gaze, clearly lost your faces.

he shook his head, opting to leave the problem behind. “make up later, however it is. now, you both clean after yourselves, especially you, y/n.” he pointed at you, “you have a lunch reservation with lee juyeon. i approved it for you. i’ll pick you up after for a meeting with stray kids.”

“she just came back from younghoon, now she has to go out with another man again?”

hongjoong only stared at him. “i said stay professional.” he said, before he turned back and walked away.

there’s something sour left in his tongue.

he’s fully aware of the cause, he just couldn’t say it out loud. so he just sat there on the edge of the bed, watching as you prepare yourself.

the both of you talked and sort things out, explaining each problems while you changed his bandage for a fresher one. both of you talked about how it was unavoidable, things you’ve said before, just with cool heads.

but it still left something unpleasant.

you were stepping into a nice green dress, zipping it up. you strapped your heels, then fixed your makeup. a little blush here and there, your hand danced oh so delicately across your face, it would’ve make him all giddy if it wasn’t for the fact that you were about to go out with some other man.

you caught him staring at you from the vanity mirror, the hardness on his face was unmistakable. you sighed as you turned around, walking towards him. wooyoung turned his gaze to the floor, so you reached for his hands, cradling in it your own.

bringing his knuckles to your lips, you kissed it. “i know you’re upset.” you murmured. he stayed quiet, so you continued.

“i don’t know when will all of this stop. but remember the promise we made? hm?” you cradled his face. “i’ll do anything to keep us together and safe. because i love you, and i need you to understand that there’ll be no one other than you.” you pressed. 

“others don’t matter. just you.”

you looked at his lips, crouched down to give him a soft kiss. though a little unresponsive, he gave into the kiss. 

“i love you too.” he murmured into your lips.

the same words came from the both of your lips. the both of you truly are each other’s halves, in one heart, in one mind, in one act.

even when the same unpleasant feelings resides in both of your hearts, and you both refused to address it. 

kim younghoon: i’m sorry about this morning.  y/n: it’s alright. i’m sorry my husband shouted at you. we’ve talked abt it tho kim younghoon: it’s okay. he did the right thing.  (typing…) (typing…) (typing…)  kim younghoon: he’s ur husband, i understand y/n: thank you kim younghoon: y/n y/n: yes? (typing…) (typing…) kim younghoon: we’re still up for tomorrow? y/n: yes. i’ll see u soon.

“ah! if it’s not the rising star of ateez.” 

juyeon gleamed as soon as he saw you, smile so wide his eyes smiled with him. and to your surprise, he quickly reached for your hand, planting a kiss on your knuckles.

your husband, who escorted you there was right behind you with hongjoong. both of them were stunned at the sight.

but before anyone could say anything, juyeon excused himself, “i’m sorry mr. jung, i don’t mean anything bad. it’s just, i’m really happy to see y/n. i’ve never been so connected in conversations other than with her.” he grinned, “though, if she was available i’d definitely try my luck.”

he laughed, forcing everyone to laugh with him.

hongjoong spoke, “well, we understand. she’s pleasant to be with, perhaps that’s why our wooyoung loves her so.” he nudged wooyoung, “isn’t that right, woo?”

“yes.” he replied dryly, earning a glare and a squeeze on his shoulder. but he couldn't care less.

“well,” juyeon clasped his hand together, “we should go in. i’m starving, and i wish to have a good conversation today with y/n. if i may?”

juyeon offered his hand to you. glancing between juyeon and wooyoung, you have no choice but to take juyeon’s hand, careful in not looking too eager. you threw a guilty look at him.

while walking inside, you typed a quick text.

y/n: i’m sorry. i had no idea he’d do that, he never does y/n: i’m so sorry baby y/n: it doesn’t mean a thing to me

ding

woo: it’s ok.  (typing…) (typing…) woo: come home whenever ur done.

23.47 pm.

you glanced at your watch, sighing defeatedly. you definitely won’t be home as quick as you wanted today.

you already miss wooyoung. but you have to do this.

the alleyway was dark. the sound of your heels clicking against the pavement echoed in the air. the small restaurant was about to close, the light about to go off altogether. you lightly knocked on the door. “excuse me.” you called.

a buffed looking man came out from the kitchen, a knife on his hand. “we’re closing. what do you want?” he gruffly said.

“uhm, sorry,” you stuttered, “is mr. kim’s soju… no,” you quickly regained yourself.

“i want to talk to the soju maker himself, mr. kim. there’s this… old soju i’m looking for, which i don’t know the brand is.” 

the big man stood there for a while, processing your words. he went back to the kitchen, and you heard some murmurs before he came back outside, now smiling. “mr. kim is waiting for you in the kitchen.”

the man escorted you inside, through the messy wet kitchen up until a door. he knocked on the door, announcing your arrival. “come in.” a baritone voice responded. he opened the door, ushering you to come in, before closing the door.

an old man sat on his study, his white hair tousled and a pair of glasses sat on top of his nose. his weary eyes studied your form.

“it’s been a while since someone used that code. soju maker…” he chuckled. “people usually looks for fresher soju, something done, but now you’re looking for something older. tell me, what are you looking for miss?”

he pointed the chair across him, signaling you to take a seat. putting aside your handbag, you took a seat. there’s a beat of silence, before you let your voice out.

“it’s a who, sir.” you said, before continuing.

“i’m looking for seo rim.”

(to be continued)

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damnnnn 8 months. i have no words for myself fr😩🤚

i hope y guys still enjoy this. i feel like i should add more things, but i’m afraid it’ll make the whole thing stale ykwim

but we’re getting CLOSER and CLOSER to the main problem, aka the timeline when y/n got shot (mafia!woo y/n caught in the crossfire), which is the very first fic that started this all

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You introduce Teyvat to the lovely music of KPOP (check the reblogs!!)

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TCG Genius Invokation... wait, they're your Favorite Card???

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⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪. 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉’𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜 1

｡𖦹°‧ pairing ｡𖦹°‧ - idol!yeonjun x superstar!oc x idol!jungkook

｡𖦹°‧ synopsis ｡𖦹°‧ - a love triangle between Hollywood’s sweetheart, Korea’s golden maknae, and Gen Z’s IT boy. Estrella is a very busy woman never had time dating with all her photoshoots, movie offers, recording sessions, dance practices, and public appearances. As she’s doing a little world tour promotions for her latest mini album ‘You & Me’, and let’s just say that stop last a little longer and it becomes a little too interesting.

Italics = korean

“We are so happy you stopped by in Australia to promote your new album called ‘You & Me’ out now! Thank you again and what’s next? Where are you heading to next?” The kind morning talk host asked Estrella. “Um…it’s a secret.” Fans in the studio whined wanting to hear new info. “I know! I want to say what’s next, but all Megan is allowing me to say that it’s worth the wait and there will be many opportunities to see me. So don’t miss me too much starrys~” Estrella had a cute pouting face, making starrys cheer even louder. “And to where I’m heading next is Seoul, South Korea. I didn’t think I had such a big fan base over there, but I’m so grateful that they love me so much and want me to promote over there and experience their culture. I’m excited.” Estrella smiled at the thought of experiencing another culture and trying new food along with meeting new people.

“That’s beautiful and I hope you continue having an amazing time during this mini promotion tour. Once again please listen to Estrella’s new album ‘You & Me’! And don’t go any where Estrella will also be performing her title track ‘Eleven’ after this commercial break.” Estrella was mimicking the talk host’s action making the audience laugh, but was all light hearted because once the talk host took notice Estrella giggles and pulls her into a hug. “We’ll be right back!” Estrella finished the monologue for the talk host.

Estrella’s makeup staff member quickly made her way onto the stage to do some touch ups. “Sana-chan~” Estrella jokingly gasped, making Sana chuckle at Estrella’s cute characteristics. “She must be a sweetheart to work with.” The female talk host compliments. “She is, but she can be a bit mischievous at times and that’s when you have to be careful.” Sana has many stories of Estrella pranking her with “accidentally” messing up her makeup, or when Sana gets close to Estrella’s face while doing her makeup and Estrella would try and kiss her.

Luckily, Estrella stood still for her touch ups and fixing her outfit before getting into position to start her performance. “Let me retuck your hair real quick,” Sana gently pulls Estrella’s under the white flower chocker (hair like in the photo). “Kill the stage.” Sana whispers, before running to stand next to starrys so she can get the perfect view. The second the lights tone down and shine on Estrella and her dancers the audience went crazy.

ೃᰰ࿔eleven (sorry the audio is bad the person that made the video said the artist of the original song was singing live and the person tried their best to blend ive’s ver and original ver together)

ೃᰰ࿔choreography

The room was filled with fanchants which made Estella smile while singing. Also seeing her lightsticks being waved around excitedly shows how many people came and took time out of their day for support her. Just as the song came to an end Estrella made sure to blow kisses at everyone, as her ending pose.

To many people it’s still weird that a non Kpop artist does and has everything an Kpop artist does, but something about Estrella just fits it so well. Maybe because she was trained like one without all the ridiculous harsh criticism instead was given constructive criticism, and actually helped her work on it. She was taught about fanservice, having fanchants, how important photocards and lightsticks are, always being thankful for your fans who got you where you are today. Estrella didn’t much help with any of those because it just came to her like a second nature; she made the fanchants and posted it on her twitter, she made sure to practice taking selfies for her future pcs, the second Megan mention making a lightstick Estrella already drew it with the thought of how pretty it will look in pictures and with starrys waving it around, and ever since the beginning Estrella was thankful of her fans even if it was just one she would give them a massive hug and express how appreciative she is with just knowing her name.

As Estrella was the last segment in the show she was able to wave ‘bye’ to all her starrys that were in the studio. Estrella was making sure to look at each and every one remembering their faces and all the small details. “Estrella could you sign this?!” A fan holds up a recent magazine cover Estrella did. “Of course!” Estrella runs to the fans making everyone around scream with how close she is to them. “What’s your name?” Estrella looks right into the fan’s eyes. “P-Priscilla.” Poor Priscilla was captivated by Estrella’s big doe eyes causing her to stutter her name. “What a pretty name~” Estrella still holding eye contact smiles while signing and gives back and now signed magazine. “I’ll make sure to come back to Sydney, bye starrys!”

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

“Another one down and one more to go.” Megan crosses off the list in her IPad Pro. The crew was currently driving back to their hotel finally being able to relax a bit before their flight the next day to Seoul. “Make sure you write down Australia for a tour stop, please.” Estrella drags out the word ‘please’, making Megan open the tour stop list. “Estrella you practically have the world map on your tour stop list already.” Megan snicker. “Good that means starrys all over the world will have a chance to see me.” Estrella looks out at the window, daydreaming about how her tour is going to look like fill with starrys and their lightstick singing and dancing– “Nuh-uh, don’t start planning the tour already missy. You still need to take a break from working so much before you burn yourself out.” Daya who is now Estrella’s assistant manager, scolds Estrella from the passenger seat erupting her daydreaming.

“Yeah after during some promotional work in Seoul let’s take a mini vacation there–oh! We can also go to Japan and I can show you guys what I grew up with. Plus don’t you love Pokémon mine chīsana hoshi?” Sana was trying to convince Estrella. “I do! Let’s do it.” Estrella’s eyes sparkle at the thought of purchasing all the little cute Pokémon plushies plus the thought of all the cute theme cafes they can go to. “Let’s just rest before planning something else.” Megan couldn’t handle booking more plane tickets and hotel rooms. The migraine was slow seeping through again.

Once everyone showered and all went to rest in their respective rooms for a good amount of time, Megan texted the group chat to meet in her room to give a little run down the schedule in Korea Estrella has. To no one’s surprise both Estrella and Sana walked in with their matching Chiikawa pajamas and matching Sanrio headbands. “Oh was I erupting something important?” Megan holds in her laughter, as she sees not only the matching pieces but they both had a pink skincare face masks on. “No. Not at all.” Estrella innocently answered. “Ah Estrella never loose your bright spirit.” Daya and the rest of the team love how oblivious Estrella could be. They just want to protect her from the world.

“Ok moving on,” Megan cleared her throat. “So once we land we go straight to our hotel rooms and immediately start getting Estrella ready for her interview with very popular television personality, Yoo Jaesuk. Have you been studying more Korean?” Megan looks up at Estrella. She hums ‘yes’, “hi, I’m Estrella Blue and please take care of me.” Everyone clapped. “That was good, and don’t worry you will still have an ear-in so they can translate for you. Next we have music bank promotions only for a week to test out the waters. During that time you can do tiktok dance challenges with some idols, and speaking of tiktok challenges we have this company called Hybe which is the home to many big artists originally know for groups like BTS and Tomorrow x Together. Who want to show you around the building and film again tiktok dance challenges with their artists including showing you around the company. The next one is the ‘You & Me pop up shop.”

“Wait! They aren’t trying to recruit her right?” Daya rises an eyebrow towards Megan. “Hell no! What they emailed me and talked through the phone is wanting to film a little video showing Estrella around that’s it.”

“Good just making sure.” Daya nods. “Then finally attending some Seoul fashion show/parties and that’s it.” Megan sighs, finishing reading the schedule. “I hope I do well guys.” Estrella was stressing a bit about the language barrier and all the new mannerisms she had to learn to make sure not to offend the people of there. “Hey, you got this mine chīsana hoshi.” Sana wraps her arms around Estrella’s shoulder hugging her. “Plus you have a large group of fans waiting for you there already ready to support and cheer you on.” Sana gives some comforting words, hopefully bringing Estrella spirits up. “Yeah, don’t stress Estrella.” Daya affectionately pets Estrella’s head. “Trust me our precious star we will always be by your side. And when things get too much just signal to us, and we’ll be there.” Megan takes a hold of Estrella’s hand gently caressing her knuckles. “Thanks guys.” Estrella pouts, feeling emotional with all the love they are giving her.

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Waking up at the crack ass of dawn, going to the airport and checking in, finally flying then landing. The whole team were like zombies coming out of plane dragging their feet following everyone out. Estrella’s security got close to the team, as they were getting closer to the door leading out to the main airport lobby. “Wait! Before went enter chaos. Let me fix your outfit.” Sana quickly stopped Estella was moving to fix tiny details. “Ok,” Sana sighs. “You’re perfect.” Estrella snickers at Sana. “Thank you~” Estella sings.

The second those double doors slide open bright lights start flashing and the yelling starts. “Oh my god.” Estrella really underestimated the popularity she holds in Korea. Just as Estrella was going to start walking the Korean press was telling her stop and pose for them. “Just give a couple of cute poses.” Megan whispers before getting out of the shot.

“Estrella over here!”

“Heartu heartu Estrella!”

Estrella was trying to do all the heart poses she remembers. Some fans were showing her which ones to do. “Ok that’s enough we have to get going, thank you.” Megan announces to the reporters. Security immediately goes back to Estrella’s side and start their walk out of the Incheon airport. Estrella is surprise with all the phones and cameras that were filming every second of the walk along with fans trying to hand her letters and gifts. “Oh, thank you.” Estrella smiles, and took the gifts. Some fans were trying to get Estrella to complete their hearts which she gladly completed them. What really took the Korean fans’ hearts were when Estrella was saying ‘hello’ and ‘thank you’ in Korean as well as giving small bows at them. The team safely made it to their car and Estrella rolled down the window to wave ‘bye’ at everyone who were still filming and yelling encouraging words at her.

“I will enjoy m-my time…”

Estella quickly asks for help, as she forgot some words. “Here in Korea.” Megan quickly helps her. “Here in Korea, thank you.”

“See nothing to worry about.” Daya hands over some more fan letters that Estella missed. “Thanks, and I guess not.” Estrella said, as she looks back at everyone that was waiting for her getting smaller and smaller. “Wow~ they work fast look-” Sana shows everyone the newly posted article of ‘Estrella Blue landing in Korea!’ Megan takes Sana’s phone and starts reading, “The mega superstar Estrella Blue finally lands in Seoul, South Korea and immediately shows her beautiful visuals and amazing fanservice. A born to be artist who has the talent, fashion, and goddess like visuals.”

“Goddess like visuals?!” Estrella is shock at all the high compliments they are giving her. “They also say your Korean sounds so cute and might be a new trend.” Megan adds. “I sound like a baby though.” Estrella chuckles, while looking at all the buildings and people that they were passing by. “Korea will definitely be interesting.” Sana has a feeling Korea might not go the way they thought it will, but in a good way.

[roses-r-rosie3]

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Get to know me!

• I am Asian

• I am a kpop Stan, and most of my stories are named after a kpop song or a line in a kpop song (don’t judge me)

• I usually take a really long time to make fics so don’t be concerned if I haven’t made you’re request

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[yunogf]

lmao i asked bc, as you said in your tags, there was a certain way that it comes across as with how you’re talking about it, so i genuinely wondered bc i was gonna listen to it as well. i’ve been reading plenty of comments about it as well that mostly just lean on “aoty” “soty” “best album ever” and i get that these are (hopefully) exaggerated claims by stans, but i was seriously yet to see a decent comment about its musicality. it’s either about his face in the mv or his voice or the aesthetic of the mv. nothing on the lyricism or the instrumentations or its creativity or depth, so i was hesitant. i get liking it, but i doubt its being “the best”, so when i saw that your comments were the same, i began to wonder if this is another case of exaggerated praises and it’s just... meh at best. nothing new and all that. i am still gonna listen to it on my own ofc but, i guess, since i’m not really his fan, i’m not all excited. amazing debuts usually create tractions of their own, and i don’t hear much for this, but i ain’t judging based on that ofc. anyway, no need to feel attacked. as i said, i was genuinely curious so i asked. i’m well aware that i have ears. i was just genuinely curious about what you actually thought about it, what with your unhinged tags and whatnot. that’s all.

hard to gain traction when ur company announces ur album 2 weeks before it drops!

i was thrown by your wording and i still kind of am but i don't listen to music i don't enjoy and that's across the board for any artist bc....why would i do that lol and maybe ur not in the right circle being a casual fan/non-fan bc I've seen most ppl talk abt the musicality along with everything else 🤔

ik u said u were genuinely asking and i appreciate the explanation but im picking up on an overall unimpressed tone ("hopefully exaggerated" "doubt it being the best" ?) and it feels like u've made up ur mind about jaehyun and his music and ur asking me to give u a reason to change ur mind/care/be impressed but that's not my job ur free to make ur own opinion to me it seems ur going in with a half formed one already but it's music so like it or leave it either way is okay! ur under no obligation!

I'm sorry if being a kpop stan (im assuming...?) has made u feel disillusioned by solo releases tho i understand bc ppl are often overhyped by fans but jaehyun is a music enjoyer who did his homework and worked with artists he himself is a fan of and the payoff is really good music

overall ur ask is very uninformed which if ur not a fan is understandable but as a native english speaker myself listening to an album that is almost entirely in english from a nonnative speaker i have to say the lyrics are very well done they make sense create good metaphor and aren't superficially about balling or making a lot of money (i loathe to hear this often in eng versions of kpop songs lol) and jaehyun is credited as a lyricist on almost every song afaik

the production value is solid "can't get you" has an entire band accompaniment (the trumpet >>>>>) he wrote/worked on "flamin hot lemon" with emotional oranges (one of my fave artists actually <3) so that one is Excellent in every regard esp for a song inspired by cheetos lmao I've said numerous times that none of the songs sound like they were created with the intent of 30 secs going viral on tiktok (a very important differentiation for me) and one of my favorites parts about the title track "smoke" is the outro it's soooo good there's an unexpected bit of piano that he adlibs along with >>>> and the ballad "completely" has a Gorgeous piano backing to it (the lyrics on this one are also so beautiful)

my excitement about the release may have overwhelmed me so i might not have broken down each song beat by beat but rest assured i'm not wasting time on music i don't enjoy

in summation the album is good and on a separate unrelated note he just happens to be really hot ❤️

[ja3yun]

Maybe I’m naive or maybe it’s the brain rot… but am I being completely delusional in thinking that tumblr is almost 99.999% a fan site that artists (especially kpop idols) do not engage with and probably don’t even have much regard for? Like this is a space for the chronically online. Most people don’t use any of their own personal information/faces/identifiers bc this is not a real place; it’s a black hole. That’s not to say that your work here is insignificant (it’s helped me a lot to escape from everyday anxiety and stress so thank you 🙏) but it's not like you or any other adult writer are writing these stories and then spamming them on Weverse or any other platform where the members are active.

I guess my point is that we the adults that engage in 18+ enhablr are minding our business and keeping the fantasies in fantasy land and then going to work in the real world. Like we do not know Enha for real. Some people apparently don't have jobs or lives, so they send hate to people online and act like they are personally offended on behalf of adult men they don't know and never will. It's giving desperate fan that thinks going to the airport to get an interaction is more sane than staying at home, kicking your feet, and giggling at imagining meeting and knowing the boys in real life (95% of the time as non-idols anyways which is another degree of separation).

I'm sorry for ranting. I'm just a huge believer that fanfic is a very safe and respectful way of engaging in fandom because we leave the real people out of it. We're not screaming inappropriate things and sexually harassing the boys to their faces, which happens way too often. We're engaging in community fan-to-fan which to me strengthens the fandom. There are things we talk about as Engenes that will never make it back to boys and thats okay. What makes fandom fun is not always the direct connection to the artist, it's the community we build because of them.

I hope you and the other amazing writers on this site know how important you are ❤️ thanks for taking your time to write and engage 💐

anon this is so!! you get it exactly. i think a lot of us post here because why tf would enha know this place exists? and its a safe place really bc if you want smut, you come here or go to ao3.

i think hate to writers is so petty bc it is the one form of media you can easily avoid? like to see smut you need to seek it out yknow? i never write in the general tags or post inappropriately, so for people to find my blog must mean they are looking for smthn 💀

hate comes w any platform, esp to creators of any kind so i kinda knew what i was signing up for. some of it kinda makes me go??? like im not making the boys out to be horrible or bullies like i try and write them as nice as i can so some of the hate saying i 'tarnish' their name is so false lmao

thank you anon, i'm sure every writer here appreciates the kind words and also, just the fact that you understand is enough for us

ilysm <33

[jlf23tumble]

Hello Jen! I noticed you always share songs by non-american/english speaking artists, and I’ve been wanting to expand my music taste for a while because I’m sure there’s a lot of great stuff out there beyond what I’m used to hearing on the radio and good old favorites, but I just don’t know where to start. Have you got any tips, recommendations or some favorites of yours to share?

Ooooh, I love this!!! I tend to go more vibes vs. lyrics, and because of that, I end up with a lot of vintage, but if you want more modern, I think spotify can really help? I'll just share some random musings via YouTube, if that helps, too, no real order.

One of my very favorite songs is Waters of March, which is pure vintage Brazilian, but any bossa nova, sign me up. For modern Brazil, I'm more recently obsessed with Ludmilla, who KILLED IT at Coachella. If you want to explore all things Brazil, I have to shout out my beloved Bhia, @aboutmetamorphosis, who not only gifted me with the world's best spotify playlist, but also regularly introduces me to some AMAZING shit, like this list.

If you're looking for modern Belgian/French, I'm a huge Stromae fan, and he has too many songs to count, but you can listen to my fave album here, Racine Carree. For vintage French, where to even start?? I'd say Francoise Hardy, then spin out from there, dig deep into the various artists making up the Ye-Ye Girls (and Boys). Similarly, there's some fun vintage Italian, like Mina or Raffaella Carra. Allllll of that stuff can be found/dug deep into via scopitone collections.

Generally speaking, collections are the way to go, I'm a big fan of Skatalites, which I want to say I found through some of the Cult Cargo CD collection/sets from a while back? I'll bet it's all on spotify, but I still have rando CD collections covering, Bombay the Hard Way, Nigerian funk, funky Fraulines, you get the picture, lmao. For more modern music, I was honestly surprised to hear so much new stuff out of Coachella, like the aforementioned Ludmilla and Saint Levant, whose Nails song killed me.

And yeah, I know I'm not even TOUCHING kpop, but it's so vast, so deep, you don't have to dig to far to find current/past glory...if you find new faves, lmk, and if this is way off the mark, lmk that, too! Happy to dig with you!

[cutiewutiepatootie]

INTRO / REQUEST INFO:))))

I decided that I am confident enough in my writing to start writing my own fics so here’s a little bit about myself, what I will and won’t do, and the characters and fandoms I will write from. ENJOYYY

intro: Hello, my name is Emma and I’m a lesbian from the USA. A little bit about me is that I love resident evil, I love kpop and collecting kpop albums. I love twice, loona, childish Gambino, laufey, and a lot more!!…like seriously…I like way more artists than that. Not only do I enjoy to write but I also have a very deep passion for art (although I do get mad when my art doesn’t run out how envisioned it in my head…😣). That’s enough about me let’s get on to my info for fics

for fics I really won’t do multi chapter five as I just don’t have the time for it. I mostly enjoy doing drabbles, head cannons, and fics that are sort of lengthy if it’s a prompt I like.

what I 100% will write: fluffy stuff, angst, serious topics (as long as they aren’t too icky but if it’s like let’s say just for example somebody requests the reader/character has problems with their body image I will do that),character x character (depends if I like the ship or not tbh… but I probably will in most cases), wlw, afab reader(x reader is mostly what I’m specializing in🙏), and really anything unless it’s not on my ‘what I won’t write’ list but if you request something that has a certain prompt/though that isn’t on any of these lists but I don’t like it, just remember I’m allowed to freely decline;)

what I 100% won’t write: pregnancy (sorry….), smut, HEAVY angst, anything like at all that has to do with body fluids that aren’t blood (I know this one mostly dabbles into the smut topic but the people on this app seriously can have some peculiar ideas so I just felt the need to incorporate it🤷‍♀️), amab reader, trans reader (I know this can be taken the wrong way but I’m a fully cis person so if I were to write a trans character or reader the amount of times I’d probably say something that doesn’t make sense for the person being trans would get me deleted off the surface of the earth out of embarrassment 🧍‍♀️), mlm(again, can be taken wrongly, but I really just want to do wlw stuff😣😭), mlw (again, I really only want to do wlw stuff please don’t come for me…),any sort on non-con (I know it’s a serious topic and it also dabbles into the whole smut thing…which it really shouldn’t…that’s just like one of the only serious things that I’m not comfortable with writing)

Ok the moment you have been waiting for…what characters I right for!!

resident evil

Helena harper

Ada Wong

Claire Redfield

Jill Valentine

Ashley Graham

Sheva Alomar

valorant

Jett

Killjoy

Sage

Neon

Skye

Fade

deadlock

Other

Lara Croft

Samantha Nishimura

Ellie Williams

My inbox is fully open for requests and I currently have no ideas for fics so do what you can with that my lovelies <3

[outro-jo]

masterpiece (18+)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x amab reader

type: smut (minors and ageless blogs dni)

warnings: established relationship (hookup but not rly dating), kinda non-idol au, the reader’s gender is never explicitly mentioned just that they have a dick, hyunjin is called nicknames like pretty boy, sort of sub/dom dynamics, hyunjin is a brat (wbk), masterbation, mlm, anal, hand job, descriptions of readers cock and body, they come on a canvas idfk, implied second round

notes: wrote this for my friend’s birthday and thought i’d post it bc there are so few mlm and wlw kpop fics on here. when requests open up, please don’t request smut. i’m still not super keen on posting it 😅 but i hope y’all enjoy 🤍

please read info before requesting!

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hyunjin was thrilled about his new apartment. he loved after so many years of living in a dorm with a bunch of other guys to have a place he could finally call his own. finally he was able to decorate the way he wanted and fill the fridge with something other than plain, unseasoned chicken breasts. he could put flowers on his dining room table for the sun to cascade early morning light on. he could hang up art form other artist that inspire him and have furniture other than a couch left on the street and a weight lifting chair. most of all, he was thankful for a comforting place he could call home.

he had invited said other guys and some friends to a house warming party because he was just so excited to show the place off. you were surprised to get an invite but in all fairness, you would be getting invites to his place more often.

the two of you met at his usual cafe, when he was getting this third americano of the day and it unfortunately ended up on your shirt. what was less unfortunate was you choosing to wear a white shirt that day and the dark coffee soaked through, showing your toned torso. you were thankful you started seeing that new hot personal trainer at your gym once you saw the glint in hyunjin’s eyes and smirk he was unsuccessful in hiding as he took the flimsy napkins to your shirt. when he gave you his number, he intended to take you out as an apology but the both of you ended up liking staying in a lot better and it became bit of an occurrence to meet up at your place since he had roommates.

now you were getting a look at his place. you showed up only slightly late, (you couldn’t seem too eager) the door was open displaying the party going on inside. everyone was standing around talking with glasses full of red wine. hyunjin was mid-conversation with felix when he noticed you and rushed over.

“hey, you came!” he kissed you on the cheek.

“that’s what i said last week.” you mumbled in his hear, earning a playful smirk.

“cheeky… come on in!”

your gaze trailed the expanse of the apartment’s main living area, trying not to think about how good he looked. unbeknownst to you, hyunjin was doing the very thing you were avoiding, taking every inch of you in, sipping on his wine to seem less obvious to everyone else in the room that he was eye-fucking you. his interior design skills should be praised, finding the right balance of comfort and beauty, much like the man himself. neutral colored furniture appropriately accented the pops of color that came from the art on the walls and shelves. he had an artists eye, that much was obvious.

tonight there was something different. maybe it was something in the air or the way he dressed or something about the ease of which he carried himself in his own place, but even as the two of you parted, each respectively mingling with the other guests, you couldn’t help your gaze from landing on him. he looked damn good. half of his hair was loosely tied up on his head and a dark green linen button down was loosely tucked into a pair of slacks. a few of the buttons had been undone to show the tank top clinging to his body. thinly framed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, raising slightly when he inevitably scrunched his nose in laughter. even when he was being cute hyunjin was driving you absolutely wild.

as the night progressed, you noticed the tightness in your pants having to tuck you dick up in your waistband when you excused yourself to the bathroom at one point. but it was no use and while you didn’t plan on anything happening that night and you had not received any indication of hyunjin hoping to hook up that night, you couldn’t help yourself. some of the invited guests slowly started to filter out and the host was ushering them out when you snuck off to a side room. you chose to leave the lights off, not bothering with them as you stumbled in the darkness, ripping off your belt and tugging you pants and boxers down your thighs just enough to pull your painfully hard dick out.

you slowly began to tease yourself, thinking of the way hyunjin had done it before, tracing the pronounced veins similar to the way his tongue had. he had looked so good on his knees for you, eyes wide and round to plead innocence while hardly performing an innocent task. a hard shudder ran down your back as you collected the wetness that had leaked from your tip to spread it across your girth—something you remember hyunjin commenting on when you first met up.

“i’ve never been with someone as thick as you before.” he breathed out in anticipation, his cheeks burning at the confession.

what he himself lacked in thickness was well made up for in length. you two were the perfect pair, completing what the other lacked. you thought about his long, pretty, pink dick as you stroked your own. wet, sloppy noises filled the room and you couldn’t help but moan softly. as good as your hand felt, you knew he felt so much better, thinking of when he had you in his mouth and once stretching out that cute little asshole. the way it gaped open from your size—

“ah, fuck… hyunjin, fuck!”

your ministrations didn’t come out as quiet as you hoped but thankfully it was sounding more quiet beyond the four walls of the dark room. stumbling back, lost in your pleasure, your hand instinctively landed on the table behind you and suddenly felt a little wet. if you had more of your wits about you, you might have notice the faint smell of paint that filled the air but you were too far gone in your bliss.

just a bit more. you were so close. the tightness in your stomach was building as the muscles contracted beneath you. your groans were coming out more strangled now as you felt yourself starting to tip over the edge. suddenly as you began your descent, the door opened and the light was flicked on. hyunjin propped himself up on the doorframe with an amused smile playing at his plush lips.

“i see you found my art studio.”

the newly lit room allowed for you to finally see where exactly you had stumbled into. different mediums, pallets, and tools scattered across the tables and a large canvas stood on an easel in front of you, dripping with… not paint. the wet you had felt before when you gripped on the table was a lovely shade of blue as you looked down at your hand to inspect it. your cheeks burned a nice crimson to compliment the color nicely.

hyunjin pushed off the doorjamb and stalked towards you, “if you wanted to paint all you had to do was ask, baby.” his tone was light and playful with a slight edge of condescension.

he leaned forward with both hands grabbing your jaw to inhale you into a rough kiss. without thinking, your blue stained hand reached up to grasp at the back of his neck. the force of hyunjin’s body against yours sent you back into the table but this time your opposite hand landed to support you and picked up a bit of green paint. without breaking the kiss, hyunjin removed his glasses and tossed them on the table behind you before pulling off his button down (not bothering to undo the buttons individually). your paint stained hand found purchase on his waist, turning the white tank he had tucked into his pants blue and green respectively. he moaned wistfully against you as he deepened the kiss, with his tongue searching for yours in your mouth. he tasted of the red wine he was sipping on earlier and smelled of his usual cologne that had you weak in the knees. his hand tucked in between your bodies, blindly reaching for your cock that began to quickly harden again at his touch.

hyunjin chuckled, breaking the kiss slightly with a smirk, “getting hard again, baby? i thought you just came.”

“thinking about fucking that tight little ass of yours again,” you told him, sliding your hand down to grab it with a light squeeze to make him jolt in your touch.

“well,” kiss, “what are you waiting for?”

god, this fucking brat. you groaned internally and externally before spinning hyunjin around. your hands made quick work of his belt and slacks as you reached around in front of you, letting the fabric drop to the floor. your wet cock teased his ass crack making his head fall back in your shoulder as he moaned. he was so fucking pretty. spit pooled in your mouth before you filled your hand and spread it between his cheeks, two fingers plunged into his right hole. hyunjin whimpered and rutted his bum into you, the ample mound of his cheek rubbing against your hard on.

“fuck,” you hissed.

“please, baby… i need you inside me.” hyunjin whined as you stretched him out.

you hummed, “i have to stretch you out, pretty boy,” you felt him clench around your fingers, “don’t wanna hurt you.” you placed kisses on his open mouth.

“please… i can take it.” he could feel his mind already going fuzzy as your fingers brushed up against his prostate.

“hmm, if you say so.”

you pulled your fingers out of him slowly, making him groan then placed a hand on his thigh, making sure to graze his hard, bouncing dick, before grabbing a hold of your own to slowly push into him. a frenzy of moans left hyunjin’s lips as he felt himself stretch around your girth. his walls welcomed you warmly as you bottomed out, his bum fully pressed against your hips. you hum, feeling fully content and pressed kisses to hyunjin’s exposed throat column as his head was resting on your shoulder. waiting just a moment for him to adjust to you, you reached your now free hand around to stroke him gingerly, earning another chorus of wanton moans.

“baby… please move,” he begged desperately.

slowly you complied, starting to match your strokes to sync with each other causing hyunjin to bury his face into your neck. his arms reaching up to grip a fistful of your hair and tugging. you hiss at the action. his whines get more high pitched as he pants warm breath on to your neck, raising goosebumps on the delicate skin. your thumb grazes over his sensitive tip which results in a jolt from him.

“fuck, i—, ugnnhh” any attempts hyunjin made at speaking were thwarted by your thrusts that began to increase in speed.

“what’s the matter, gorgeous? feel too good? my cock has you too dumb to speak… huh? that pretty head of yours all empty?” you teased him, watching the way his chest turned crimson.

“yes… yes, god!”

you could feel by the way he clenched around you and the way he throbbed in your hand that he was getting close, your own high not too far behind. your thrusts lost their precision as his hips rocked to meet yours. the coil in your stomach getting tighter and tighter.

“my beautiful artist…” you mused, pressing your lips to his shoulder. “you wanna paint with me? mix your cum with mine on that canvas? c’mon, pretty boy, i know your close. let go for me.”

with that, hyunjin’s hips stilled as he tensed up and pitifully grunted out. you held his dick up so that his release splattered all across the canvas over your own from before. when he finished, you pulled out of him, he instinctively cuddled into your side, as he usually does, and you came on the canvas once more. hyunjin in his post coital daze, was pressing kisses all over your neck almost in gratitude. as much as you loved the act of sex with hyunjin, you almost loved his afterglow more. he was always so cute and cuddly, wanting to be close to you and kiss you as much as possible.

you came down from your high with heavy pants, looking down at hyunjin with a lovesick smile that he easily returned then kissed off your lips. after a few moments, he separated and turned to look at your masterpiece.

“i’m glad i gessoed it black. you can see it better.” he mused softly.

you pressed a kiss to his cheek, “i think it’s your best work, baby.”

hyunjin playfully rolled his eyes, lightly slapping your chest as he finally reached down to grab his pants, exposing his ass to you, making you gasp and your eyes go wide.

“jinnie! i got paint…”

hyunjin threw his head back and laughed at your horror, “it’s ok. it’s a water based paint so it’ll wash out. wanna help me?”

“lead the way, picasso.”

[eun-luv]

random questions:

if u were bored, what would u do?

what r ur top 5 favourite bands?

favourite people/person?

describe ur dream guy?

random fact about urself?

do u have any songs stuck in ur head?

which names DON'T u want to be called?

what is ur favorite color?

do u create nicknames for ur friends/family members?

what r ur top 5 favourite songs?

how's ur grades? And which grade have u got?

whats ur name (in internet wise, not irl)

AHHH- srry I took so long to answer this 🥲

If I’m bored I go and bother @kissablening 😌

ooo stray kids twice nct enhypen txt

AHHH- @kissablening (mirie) ofc

🕯️JOHNNY SUH🕯️ basically funny guys

I’ve been dancing for 11yrs✨✨⭐️

spin you round - Rocco and my heart it beats for you- grentperez

YESSS So my name is kali but some people pronounce it like cali like California 😒 AND I HATE IT

it depends on the day but I like warm colors like red, orange, yellow etc

YES, like we make them based on family jokes🥲 like my nickname is cuarenta y ocho which is 48 in Spanish bc that was once my grade in English😭😭

I can’t pick 10 songs only so here are some of my favorites artists(non kpop) Rocco, grentperez, keshi, oceanfromtheblue, troye Sivan, niki, Thuy, Diego Gonzalez, and Fabio capri

my grades are pretty good TO ME not my mom😒 I had a 92 last semester and a 85 this time🥲

my name is kali (irl) but just call me lili I don’t really care but I rather go with Lili

[starsinkpop]

KPop Game

Thank you @hy0ung for tagging me. I think we have a few things in common which is lovely 💖 since I’m not following any other kpop blogs besides the one who were already tagged, feel free to join if you’re a follower, i’d love to get to know you guys better too.

1. When did you first get into kpop? 2012

2. Who was your first ultimate bias? jimin

3. Who is your current ultimate bias? wooyoung

4. How did you get into kpop? Youtube recommended me a kpop mashup that was an absolute banger and made me check out the groups in that mix

5. Favourite girl group? everglow, aespa, 2ne1 (they probably don’t count but xg are my current number one, their songs just slap)

6. Favourite boy group? ateez, the boyz, monsta x

7. Who do you stan right now? mainly ateez and the boyz

8. What's your favourite kpop ship? i’m not into ships

9. Give an unpopular opinion about something kpop related? most people go to concerts for interactions and y/n moments only and don’t really care about the music or the artists.

10. Favourite solo artist? taemin, but i prefer krnb soloists, so let’s just add dean as well

11. Own any merch? if so, what? yes, it’s too much to list it here lol

12. If you could date one idol, who would it be and why? wooyoung, we have very similar interests and opinions and he knows how to treat people well. plus we can cook together and he knows how to take care of himself unlike most men lol

13. Last k-pop MV you watched? jimin - who

14. Favourite kpop songs? Take me home, mist, halazia precious and horizon by ateez & shine shine, insanity, russian roulette and scar by tbz (this list could be endless but i’ll stop here)

15. Do you prefer the old generation of kpop, or the new? if by new gen you mean all the kids debuting these past two years i’d definitely say old gen.

16. What is your most favourite kpop song? take me home by ateez

17. Favourite school themed MV? the real by ateez

18. Would you ever debut in a group if you had the chance? nope, but i’d love to work in the industry as a dancer/choreographer or makeup/nail artist

19. What's your favourite photo of your ultimate bias? you’ll see at the end of the post (the whole bias line hehe)

20. Your favourite group leader? hongjoong and chan

21. If you could meet one idol and one idol only, who would it be and why? hongjoong because he’s one of my biggest inspirations

22. Would you date you ultimate bias? yessss

23. If you could see one group live who would it be? ateez, tbz, svt, shinee or 2ne1

24. Can you do any k-pop dances? a few of them, yes.

25. Which idol would you love to go on a date with? san and hongjoong

26. What'd your opinion on non-korean idols? what matters to me is talent, not a nationality or ethnicity. gives the groups a nice spice

27. What idol would you like to be bestfriends with? keeho

28. which groups do you think deserved better? every group which is not part of big4

29. Name an underrated solo artist? not really underrated but i wish more people would love them, dean and sunmi

30. What was the first kpop MV you watched? bigbang - fantastic baby

31. Who is the prettiest female idol in your opinion? karina, momo and sunmi

32. Ever written a fanfiction about your favourite idol? if so, what was it about? yes and i’d like to keep this chapter closed

33. Do you prefer cute or sexy concepts? sexy

34. If you could say one sentence to your ultimate bias, what would it be? thank you for being your amazing self

35. Which MALE group do you think has the strongest visuals? ateez, the boyz, monsta x

36. Which FEMALE group do you think has the strongest visuals? aespa

37. How old were you when you got into kpop? 19 or 20

38. Do you have any friend at your school/work who are also into kpop? nope

39. Do you consider yourself a kpop fan or a kpop STAN? a fan

40. Do you prefer english songs or kpop songs? i like both

41. Who is the most handsome male idol in your opinion? chanhee from tbz

42. Any groups you think deserved a certain award they didn't get? again, almost every group outside big4 lol

43. Any kpop songs/groups you cant stand? txt, nct dream and ive

44. Kpop song that'll never get old? wonder girls - tell me

45. Ever met a kpop idol/group? if so, who and where? not in person outside of a concert, no

46. Are you planning on seeing a group in concert soon? YES (next concert is changkyuuuuun)

47. Any idols that have retired from kpop you wished would come back? nope

48. Favourite song by your favourite solo artists? want by taemin and die 4 you by dean

[lostheretics]

PLOT TWIST (5)

▸ chapter 5: the rise of the new boss

pt. 1 || pt. 2 || pt. 3 || pt. 4 || pt. 5

✵ cast : jung wooyoung x fem!reader, kim hongjoong, lee juyeon, kim younghoon, ateez, mentioned oc and many kpop artists name or group

✵ genre : romance, marriage life, eventual angst, smut, mafia!au, non idol!au

✵ summary : there was a saying that learning is a lifelong process. what will you learn about the underworld, the first time you stepped into it? you might have what they call a beginner’s luck, but will that be enough for the things you’ll be facing soon?

✵ notes : stopped counting on how many words but i try to make it lengthy as possible. thanks for waiting, to those whoever awaits i guess. i was thinking of making a taglist for this fic. taglist will be used for updates; ANY updates regarding PT. just drop ur @ in my askbox. also, PLS REBLOG.

WARNINGS BELOW CUT

☒ warnings: none for now but do remind me if there’s one. a lil bit of discrimination from wooyoung but not in a bad way (kinda, but not that bad)

☒ i do not condone mafia acts nor any acts that goes against the law at all. everything mentioned are just purely fiction, made to entertain myself and fellow readers in this particular platforms.

☒ do not repost this on any other platform without my permission!

✓ reblogging, liking, and commenting this post in tumblr (through comment or askbox) are very much appreciated.

you believe in destiny, fate, universe, whatever they’re called. you put your whole faith in it. you trusted them and their work, putting one and one together to make to or even ten. after all, it's also the one reason you and wooyoung beat all odds and be together.

but not to this extent. you refused to believe it.

to believe the pair of arms that caught you just days before became the arms that lead you in a dance session. to believe the same pair of brown eyes to look at you once more. to believe that the stranger who helped you when you almost faint, in work, embarrassingly, is to be the one you work with. your new goal.

cue the famous line from that one song, what kind of fuckery is this?

“you seemed so quiet for someone who’s looking for an ally.”

uhm, because i’m fucking flabbergasted? too stunned to speak?

“i hope you don’t plan on running away, again.” he added, “i just wanna get to know you.”

you laughed nervously, “of course not, sir- uh, mr. kim,” you stuttered, “i don’t know how to properly address you.”

he twirled you before catching you in his arms again. “mr. kim would suffice for now. though i hope we’ll get close enough in the future to be on first name basis.” younghoon said. “and how should i address you? miss y/n? mrs. jung?”

“anything’s fine mr. kim.”

the dance continued.

it was a moment where you could finally savor, or, to put it less romantically and more professionally, it was a moment where you could finally take a good look on the man.

kim younghoon's name has been there for some time, but little was known about his private life. typical of the seoul kims. his business life, however, is the talk of the town.

he never failed in pursuing his business endeavors, alongside his brother. not a single dirt on his name was found despite him still being young in the field. the kim brothers; kim younghoon himself and his younger brother kim seokhun were every parents dream on a child, especially one with a family business.

his soft brown eyes were ones you'll never forget. they were so soft, unlike the ones you saw all your life; dull, full of hatred, and all that bad stuff. and the way his eyes smiled along when he smiled... you thought, a man this soft and pure-looking shouldn't be working in this part of the world.

"juyeon sent you to work with me, but i know he wanted more than just that." younghoon muttered. his hard gaze was evident despite him not looking at you, opting to scan the room.

"he wanted something regarding my family."

"mr. lee sent me to work with you, yes. we're grateful that he even mentioned our name and recommending us to you. however, he did so because he believed my group's main business is in the same field as yours, and that it'll make more sense." you said, ever so carefully while studying his face. you took a bold move, putting your body closer to his while strengthening your hold on his shoulder.

"but, regardless of that, i would truly like to work with you, mr. kim. my group wishes to. i'd like to try it with you, and i hope you can make good use of ateez in the future, as well as lending a hand for us to step further, higher, and better in the business." you declared. "i'm not blind. i know what's happening between your family and the lees, and i don't have a say in it at all. but i would like for you to consider work between ateez and the kims, unrelated to any of the lees." you reassured.

and lastly, for the cherry on top, you stared straight on his eyes, pleading.

"give us the chance to prove ourself, mr. kim."

younghoon just stared at you, while his brain processed everything you just said. you were right, the kims main business in the medicine field were compatible with kang industries that yeosang ran with his sister. that alone could be a reason for the both of you to actually talk business with each other.

he was a businessman after all, any chance is worth something if you pursue it first.

the music stopped, meaning the dance session ended. clapping sounds were heard all over the hall. you took your hands off of younghoon's, bowing at the said man.

you thought it just ended like that, but it took you by surprise when younghoon took your hand in his, raising your knuckles to his lips before landing a gentlemanly kiss ok the back of your hand. his eyes never left you when he sent you a soft smile.

"i'll have my secretary invite ateez for a business talk. as soon as the gala ends" he stated, before continuing, "it was a nice dance, mrs. jung."

"party's done. everyone retreating in ten."

wooyoung chugged down his champagne while scanning around the room, giving nods to every member in his sight as a sign. he greeted the rest of his acquaintance, before leaving the scene.

just as he was about to exit the hall, a hand landed on his shoulder, stopping him in his track. a once scowl on his face turned into a friendly smile when he turned around and was greeted by seo changbin.

"my man, binnie!" he gave the buff man a hug, not to mention a tap on his back. "what's up?"

"not much. are you guys leaving already?" he asked while looking around, noting some ateez members already heading out of the hall. he clicked his tongue in an unapproved manner. "it's still early, though. how am i gonna catch up with my best friend?" he lightly pouted.

"the only thing you'll catch is these hands if you ever do that thing again." wooyoung jested, and changbin only laughed.

once the laugh died down, he took a step closer to wooyoung, lowering his voice as he watched around.

"got some words from chan. mind sparing me some time?"

wooyoung lifted his wrist to watch the time. he still got eight minutes left. he nodded at changbin before leading the man away from the crowd, opting for a quieter side of the hall just by its door.

"what's up? business doing okay?" he asked.

changbin only shrugged, "it's fine. work here and there, cusses, blood, what's new?" then he raised his hand to rest on wooyoung's shoulder. "congrats to ateez, by the way." he complimented.

he then stated, "it's the talk of the town right now, you know? the fact that ateez, a gang took down a royal family, by a new member no less. i'm talking about your wife, mrs. jung y/n." changbin chuckled lightly when he saw a change in wooyoung's expression, a cocky smirk along with a subtle red tint on his cheeks. a sense of pride rose within wooyoung.

"a good catch they say."

wooyoung almost giggled. "damn right. thanks for the words though,"

done with the chitchat, changbin cleared his throat as he turned to wooyoung.

"chan said he met your wife at some casual networking party just a couple months ago, hongjoong did the introduction. safe to say he was intrigued." wooyoung turned his head to changbin upon his choice of words.

lifting a brow, he chuckled. "same thing happened to me before i married her."

changbin clicked his tongue, "not in that way, of course." he objected, slightly cringing over the thoughts of his boss creating a drama worthy act like that. "you know chan, you've heard about it, right? that he rarely missed when it comes to judging someone, especially the businessmen or women."

"i've heard some of it. and what about it?"

"the other day he sort of said something about y/n and talents, that she could be a big thing soon. and surprise, surprise, not long after that the news came like a fucking thunder, a shock to everyone and especially chan. ateez was about to lose but she just casually lifted you up and took down the whole family."

checking at his watch, he quickly pointed out. "so, what does he want exactly?"

"chan's got an info. an inside job. new weapon supplies and exchanges, i'm talking new types and big money. the job's too big to take for us alone and he already thought of making a collaboration between our team since ateez got a good capo, and you got mingi and yunho on weaponries. your reputations preceded you," he exhaled, before continuing. "but ever since he met y/n and heard of the news, he wanted to go even further. chan wants y/n in the job. with your captain's permission, of course, but he wants her to directly sit on the table where he and hongjoong will be. chan wanted me to tell you that, and he hopes to hear good answers from hongjoong."

by the time changbin was done with his explanations, wooyoung was already stunned. he was taken aback at the fact that you rose so quick to be able to catch other's attention. he was slightly agape, eyes widened. to be able to stand beside hongjoong, to sit right next to him is to be next to the captain by rank. though unofficial, the conversation itself could be a proof that you're an equal to seonghwa and yeosang.

you had him floored, truly.

"could you please try to put some words to hongjoong? chan really wants this." changbin's plead broke wooyoung's train of thoughts.

he nodded lightly. "i'll see what i can do," he promised the man.

he lifted his wrist once more. seeing the time had passed, he took a step back. "i have to go now. i'll let you know of the outcome soon."

"wait!" changbin almost yelled, stopping wooyoung on his track.

"what?" he asked. changbin hurriedly walk to wooyoung as his hands dug around his suit pocket. upon finding the item, he quickly put the piece of paper in wooyoung's pocket.

"i almost forgot." changbin moved closer towards wooyoung and whispered, "come to the show. capos business. yeonjun found a new spot, some rough diamonds ready to be trained if you're recruiting new members."

he stepped back, tapping on wooyoung's pocket before retreating.

"thank me later."

“they’re leaving the premises, sir.”


the minion retreated, leaving juyeon and his champagne on the balcony. his eyes watched as a couple of cars left his mansion, particularly the last car that carried you and your husband.

it was something that he used to love to do with his father; watching people come and go. the only difference were his father is no longer around, and that it has become his job.

upon watching the way you sway in the dress he gave, hand in hand with your husband as you got in the car, he gripped on his glass harder as he tried to breathe, not even realizing he was holding his breath the entire time. there was this uneasiness, a storm brewing in the pit of his stomach. he didn’t believe in anything unworldly or superstitious, but he believed in himself. of what he sees, what he feels, what he understands.

it didn’t take long for him to saw power in ateez.

one that could endanger his, though he didn’t know the source nor the reason for it. for that, he’ll have to dig deeper.

“something’s coming.” he murmured, enough to be heard by another party standing behind him. he whispered again, “i can feel it in my bones.”

park jipsa, the one who stood behind him sighed, “are you afraid?”

“never.”

“then you’ll know what to do.”

if there ever was something brighter than the sun, it must’ve been hongjoong’s grin, pulled all the way back showing his pearly smiles you thought his skin would soon tear apart.

the man was practically beaming.

and you silently took pride in being one of the reason so.

“business looking good.”

“damn right it is.”

it was just you, hongjoong, seonghwa, and yeosang in the room. breakfast was done and group meeting ended, yet the ambitious man kept you around to discuss everything further. there were papers scattered, calls made, and coffees on the table.

“i’ve checked around,” yeosang chipped in, while rearranging the documents discussed for the meeting, “if we’re actually working with the kims, emphasize on if, if everything works, we’ll have easier access to some of our stuff, both importing and exporting. the drug development is looking good right now, and we’ll have much exposure with their help. we’re gonna make more money soon.”

“that sounds good, yeosang. great, actually.” hongjoong beamed, smiling at yeosang. the man stood near his desk, phone still in his hand, just finishing a deal went well.

seonghwa chuckled, “you feel good?”

“fuck yeah, hwa. yeah i feel good.” he almost screamed. “of course i feel good, everything’s looking good like this. and if it actually works i might do a somersault myself.”

“you look like you’re gonna do that now.”

you laughed along with the guys.

after pacing back and forth, energetically, and with happy thoughts one would assume the mafia leader might be a child trapped in a man’s body, hongjoong finally sat down. he tapped his fingers on the table, before finally making up his mind, pointing at each party around him.

“okay, here’s what. we have so much in our hands right now, but i’d like for everything to work out and i put my trust in you guys,” hongjoong stared at each of you, “i’m all in for you.”

he pointed at seonghwa. “i’m sending seonghwa to japan to settle down. you’ll be our representation there hwa, until i finish things in here. the most important thing is to make a powerful link to that family.” he said, moving to yeosang as soon as seonghwa nodded his head.

“yeosang, as usual with kang industries, but i want you to bring y/n around as a representative too. she’s gonna be the link between us to the kims and drug business, so it’s good for the both of you.”

you and yeosang couldn’t help but to stole glances, surprised by the mission but acknowledging each other still.

hongjoong raised his phone, tapping it several times before speaking again, “wooyoung got words from chan last night, and chan just made a call this morning. he wants a collaboration between our group for a job. there are new weapons coming in, big job. chan’s got his hand on it but figured it’d be too big to handle alone, but dangerous if handled by too many. so we’re in, and i’m also taking y/n in this, per chan’s request.”

he turned to you. “you’re gonna have so much in your hands this time, you know this right?”

you nodded.

“but with stray kids, you’ll just be a spectator on the table. i’ll handle the big game with chan. i want you to focus more on the kims and kang industries. your main job right now is the kims. do you understand?”

“yes.”

“good.”

birds fly fast.

but the rumors flew faster in this house.

it didn’t take long for everyone in this house to find out about you. and your new… job. or perhaps rank. a housewife turned… consigliere? underboss? hongjoong hasn’t give you an official rank within the group yet. however it didn’t take a genius to see how high up your position were.

you’re working straight with yeosang, second in command in ateez next to seonghwa, ateez’s face and representative in the outside world. your job was as important as seonghwa’s, hongjoong’s righthand man, the underboss of ateez. each of every job you’ve done you’d report back straight to hongjoong, and hongjoong took you almost everywhere he goes.

on top of that, you’ve been giving counsels to hongjoong even before you had your debut in the underworld.

you’re as good as a consigliere, just not officially, yet.

there was contentment, of course, yet it also comes with burdens. one that you fear you wouldn’t be able to bear. but you will do your best, for your family. for wooyoung. to make him proud.

and he couldn’t be more proud of you.

wherever ateez goes, wherever he goes, he wouldn’t stop gushing about you every time someone brought your name up. lowkey, of course. just to make sure everyone knows you’re his wife. that you’re great, yes, but you’re definitely off limits.

exactly like tonight.

he eyed the piece of paper in his hand, before eyeing the traditional restaurant in front of him. it was a small, dimly-lit building. an old woman walked around, delivering orders though not much, as they didn’t have much customers for the night.

he fished out his phone out from his pocket, typing a name before pressing the call button.

“hello?” changbin’s voice rang through his speaker.

“i’m outside. are you sure this is the place?” wooyoung asked, throwing glances with yunho, jongho, and san behind him.

“it’s a small restaurant, right? did you see the old lady?”

“yeah? and?”

changbin chuckled, “just get in. take a seat, and when she asked for your order, just ask her if mr. kim’s soju is on the menu today. come fast, the match’s about to start.” and with that, changbin hanged up.

putting his phone back on his pocket, he whisked his head, signaling the boys to enter the place with him. they took a table, and before long, the old lady came to their table, asking for their orders. wooyoung looked around, making sure no one’s hearing them, before getting closer to the lady.

“is mr. kim’s soju on the menu today?”

the old lady just smiled and nodded. “it’s stored just right there. come along and pick for yourself, young man.”

that’s how they got into the hidden basement deep under the ground, by an elevator just behind the fridge in the kitchen.

when the elevator stopped, changbin was standing in the hallway. he greeted them with a smile, shaking wooyoung’s hand firmly.

“cool place, right?” he quipped, then shook hands with jongho, yunho, and san.

changbin led them further into the basement. even from the hallway, rough noises were already heard, and it got louder as they got closer.

illegal fights weren’t a secret anymore. but as they got deeper, more secluded, the more blood got spilled, the more animalistic the fighters get, the bigger the prize. this is where the mafias recruit new members, new associates.

the rings were surrounded by rough looking men, some older, some younger. the fighter on the ring looked all bloody and bruised, but still standing on their feet fighting for their life. hollers here and there, nothing new.

they all took a table not far from the ring. yeonjun and beomgyu were seen, along with jisung and jeongin. they greeted each other.

“the consigliere’s husband!” yeonjun quipped with a playful tap on wooyoung’s back. wooyoung chuckled. with pride, of course.

“so what’s the hype?” wooyoung asked, half yelling to catch yeonjun’s attention. the lad pointed his finger to each rings, getting himself close to wooyoung and the others.

“gems. lots of them,” he yelled, pointing at one of the ring, “see that guy over there?” he asked, pointing at a tall man, not buff, but muscular and calculative enough to look not so affected while his opponent looked like he’s about to faint.

yeonjun spoke again, “he’s an ex NIS agent. i think he got ousted, betrayed, whatever. and that’s just one of the few. there are other fighters, former gang members, ex police, ex NIS, ex professionals— whatever we’re looking for. so take a pick!” he said, before continuing.

“but be careful, they also might be onto something if they go this deep. either all in or all out.”

the pungent smell of blood was nothing new, combined with the smell of sweat of all people, burnt cigarettes, liquors of all kinds. in fact, none of them seemed to be distracted by any of the smell, the sound, or even the people who were drunk off their minds falling around them.

their eyes, especially wooyoung’s were focused on each ring or around the room, scanning all within the room trying to find new recruits or maybe new connections.

a bell was heard, a ring near them just announced a winner before quickly moving on. a pair of new fighters stepped onto the ring, one of them a rough looking men, presumably already fought a fight before this one, and his opponent…

…a woman?

her hair was tied up, cuts and bruises here and there but not enough to disguise her beauty. physically she’s far smaller than the man, less muscular, yet she hold no fear in her eyes.

“what’s a pretty girl doing in this hellhole?” wooyoung murmured,

right before the girl ducked down and punched his opponent right on his chest, hard enough to make him cut his breath. then landed a punch to his right cheek, followed by his left cheek. and a final kick to his head, quickly sending the man to his sleep, hopefully not an eternal one.

and that’s how she won the game.

not to mention leaving wooyoung speechless. that was a quick game. and she looked like a gem. a fighter like that would make jobs easier, faster, and more efficient.

he was deep in his thoughts, until san nudged him, “are you seeing what i’m seeing?”

wooyoung looked back at san, observing his line of sight, only to bring his eyes back to the said woman.

a gem in sight indeed.

“her?”

“yes, her. we need her. i want her. we gotta take her.” he mouthed. he then pulled wooyoung by the shoulder, and proceeded to stare into wooyoung’s eyes with the most serious look he could muster. “seriously wooyoung, i can’t handle this charmer—grifter shit alone anymore. we need a charmer. and i mean it.”

“san, we’re on budget and we’re here to look for a bodyguard—“ he was about to state but san had cut him off.

“did you not see the way she threw that punches? she can be a bodyguard. she is muscle.”

“yes, but—“ wooyoung hesitated, “i don’t know man, a lady bodyguard?”

san gasped. “that’s discrimination, what the fuck?”

“not in that way!” wooyoung bit back, “i don’t know man, i’m just not sure. she’s all great, it’s just—”

“but what?” san pressed.

san wasn’t wrong, they do need a charmer. san was the only charmer ateez had— they do have others, just not as good as san, hence the lad had to do most jobs by himself. the last time they had a good charmer other than san, but they got killed in action.

being a grifter, a charmer, he did get to know most thing and even on the deeper part of the underworld. any place he want, anyone, he could get through anything, most of the times. but ultimately, he was fed up. doing what he did best alone might finally took a toll on him.

so with the hard look, now turned puppy eyes, there was no way wooyoung could say no to san, the charmer himself.

he sighed. “you know what? fuck that. go and get her if you want.”

there were probably fireworks bursting behind san’s eyes, that’s the only logical reason (though far from logic itself) for the sparkle in his eyes. choi san quickly bolted away from the table, adamant on getting and recruiting the woman.

wooyoung, with yunho and jongho on the other hand sticked to the main plan; find new muscles to recruit. yeonjun, changbin and their own gang were soon scattered around the basement with their own mission to accomplish. jongho was still looking around, and yunho was still seen talking to the possible recruits.

wooyoung was just talking to one of the possible recruit, giving them his business card when san pulled him away to a corner. he kept guiding on wooyoung with this grin on his face, pushing him around until wooyoung finally faced the lady they’ve been talking about.

“so this is wooyoung,” san made the intro, “he’s our trainer, supervisor, and not to mention my best friend. and we—” he stepped back behind wooyoung, “—are interested in taking you in with us.”

taking a good look in the closer distance, she looked even better. her skin looked soft, save some scratches and scars here and there, but they were mostly healed leaving just a white mark. her eyes were brown, and like when she was on the ring, had this striking look.

this one’s definitely a charmer. she just needs to be guided, and they got a perfect teacher for her. stretching his hand out, wooyoung offered her a formal handshake.

“wooyoung.”

she watched his stretched hand for a while. the unsure glint in her eyes started to flicker along the time, and she finally took wooyoung’s hand.

“son jiwoo.”

the tall, black door seemed so big and scary.

despite it being just a plain door to a restaurant.

you might think it’s the door, but a part of you knew more than that. that wasn’t just a door you had to pass, a restaurant you must enter.

kim younghoon was waiting somewhere in that restaurant for you. this was going to be your first meeting with younghoon, and you gotta make sure it’s going well. this is your first big mission, as a member of ateez.

you straighten your floral dress, fixing any possible crease before stepping inside. a waiter came to your aid, giving their best smile, “may i help you?”

you smiled back. “i have a reservation, with mr. kim younghoon. is he here?”

the waiter smiled even wider, “ah, madam! yes, mr. kim has been waiting for you. let me take your jacket.” they spoke, as they pulled your jacket off of you. “if you please follow me, madam.”

the waiter guided you to a table near the glass window, where you found younghoon sitting in a formal, yet casual look. the white fitted top and light brown pants. upon the announcement of your arrival, kim younghoon turned his head, offering you a smile so bright. the gentlemen even stood up, pulling your seat for you instead of letting the waiter do that for you.

“you look nice.” he complimented.

“and you more. i thought the suits were your best look, but these? gorgeous.”

he chuckled, “trying to charm me straight away, i see.”

“yes, but some truth can’t be hidden for too long. i also have to charm my future colleague for a chance, right?” you quipped back, earning a soft laugh from younghoon.

“you’re straightforward. i like it, it’s also the way that i am and used to.” he said. he laid back to his chair, looking at you before asking, “a straightforward man gotta speak his mind, am i right?”

“yes they do, i suppose.”

he took your answer in silence. he looked out through the window, watching the bright afternoon sky and people on the street,, seemingly deep in thoughts. gone were the light atmosphere when you got there.

then younghoon spoke one sentence and a question. the easiest way to phrase and conclude your whole mission.

“i know juyeon sent you to fix things between our families. correct?”

upon the sudden intrusion, your body froze for a second. your lips almost quivered, letting out broken words, having nothing to come up with. kim younghoon fired a bullet and it hit right on the bullseye. and he didn’t even mention anything about anything work related, despite that being one of your most important reason to pursue him.

younghoon’s eyes were back on you, and you had no choice but to spit the truth out.

“yes, you’re right, mr. kim,” you sighed, but not yet defeated. “and i’m aware of… the gap between your families, that it’s not in a good condition.”

“how much did you know?”

“that your family was a supporter to lee jiyoung back when the war was happening.” you stated.

he clicked his tongue, “i wish it was as easy as that, mrs. jung.” he sighed as he leaned back onto his chair.

“i wish to help in many ways, mr. kim. in this way, because juyeon sent me for this reason. but other than that, a work with your family is what my family aim for. a personal gain. both, or one of them is enough for me and i’m willing to do the job.” you told him, straightforwardly. “is there something i can do to fix this?”

“to fix the gap between the lees and kims? i don’t know, mrs. jung. i’m not sure if there’s a way at all,” he shrugged.

but he quickly added in, “but, regarding ateez and my family, i think we both have a chance for that. i’ve spoken with my father, and maybe, just maybe, if this works, we’ll consider juyeon’s purpose of… mending the two families. now the question remain; would you take the job, and could you do it well?”

“i’m willing to try and do my best for anything.”

“anything?”

“anything.”

the man smiled, grinning almost. “then it starts now.” he said. younghoon raised his hand, catching the sight of a waiter.

entrees were served, followed by main dishes. younghoon and you talked about each other, and he talked a lot about himself.

how he and his brother were raised in england, before moving at the age of 15 back to korea. he went to university, took classes in law school before graduating, not only from a prestigious uni but also with honors. since that, he’s been helping his father around along with his brother regarding their family business, as they’re the ones who’s going to take their father’s place place someday.

kim younghoon was born with a silver spoon in his mouth.

yet he seemed far from those whiny nepo babies who fed themselves off of their father’s pocket, but act like they rule the whole world. his family’s money might back him up, but he ruled his own brain, branding himself as the smart and hardworking guy from a wealthy family who could lead even without his father’s hand in the matter.

in short, he’s a man that everyone dreams to become.

the conversation went smooth up until dessert was served. you couldn’t help yourself but to blurt out, “so, what’s the job? when am i gonna do it?”

“oh, we’re actually doing it right now,” he quipped, putting another slice of cake into his mouth.

“what?”

younghoon didn’t say anything, only flicking his hand to call for the waiter. the waiter soon came with a bright smile as they put a velvet box right in front of you. not forgetting to say what a lucky woman to have a partner like that.

a partner?

you were still not functioning perfectly, still deep in your thoughts and confused even when younghoon pushed the velvet box towards you. “open it.” he said.

“mr. kim, i— i’m, i’m not sure i—“ you had stuttered, but he silenced you up.

“just open the box.”

per his command, your hands moved to open the box. upon the first touch, you could feel the soft velvet under your fingers, quickly understanding the high quality of the box, and perhaps, the item within it. curiosity might kill the cat, but not you, you believed as you opened the box and found a piece of necklace within it. a pearl necklace stared back at you from that box.

wordlessly, younghoon stood up. he took the necklace out of its box before bringing it near your neck. his hands softly moved your hair to the side, and you quickly responded by bunching your hair in your fist, giving him access to your bare neck. as he put on the necklace, he lowered his lips next to your ear.

“you’ll find a woman to your right, dressed in all green. she’s mrs. han, a socialite in gangnam and wife to mr. han, one of the most important people in the ministry of health,” he whispered to you, “she knows me, and might’ve been watching us since the beginning. she has a daughter around our age and she had been wanting to… arrange a marriage between our families.”

“and my job is…?”

finishing on putting the necklace on, younghoon simply smiled to you. “…to be my partner. fiancee, girlfriend, whatever. to put on a show. i don’t want to be engaged in that way, but i have a brother and he’s willing to do that in my stead,”

“there’s an upcoming socialite party, and a little birdie told me you’re quite… persuasive,” he started to explain, “if you can get us an invitation, put some good words and convince her to make an arrangement between her daughter and my brother, you’ll have your way with my family. you see, we need this connection. a connection with her husband makes it easier for our drug business, even in exporting and importing. mr. han is one of the man ruling the country. prove yourself, and my father promises to invite you for a dinner, to talk about future business with ateez. even with the lees. and the offer’s still up even though you only succeeded in securing an invitation for us to the party.”

he straightened his back, offering his hand to you, “there’s still a chance to back out.”

you weren’t sure, but you shook your head and took his hand, “i won’t.”

younghoon smiled, almost so brightly, a quick change from his previous hard demeanor. he landed a long lasting kiss on the back of your hand, another added shock to you. you almost stuttered and about to pull your hand when he spoke,

“the necklace looks dashing on you, sweetheart.” he almost purred, shocking you.

“kim younghoon?”

the latter’s voice stopped you from pulling away. younghoon simply turned to the lady who called his name, giving her a smile.

“mrs. han,” he greeted back, bowing slightly, “good to see you again.”

mrs. han only chuckled, “then you should’ve visit me more often. i haven’t seen you around in any of my gatherings.” she looked behind younghoon, at you. “and i certainly have never seen this lovely lady with her lovely necklace around.” she quipped.

younghoon gave his hand for you to take, and you did, standing up from your seat next to him. “let me introduce you to my fiancee, y/n. she’s the reason i’m not around much, mrs. han. you can blame her for it.” he once again kissed your hand in a cheeky manner, and you giggled following his act. “i can’t seem to get her out of my life.” he continued.

you bowed slightly to the lady, offering her a sweet smile. “my name is y/n, pleasure to meet you mrs. han. younghoon told me many things about you.” you introduced yourself.

“all the good things, i hope.”

“don’t worry ma’am, he made me think you’re a great woman. and it shows now.”

she laughed, feeling content with your answer.

“and he didn’t forget to tell me how much of a good host you are for your party.” you smirked, starting your mission.

by the time you came home, it was almost midnight. you knew wooyoung would’ve fallen asleep by then, so you tiptoed your way into your room, with your heels in your hands.

your heart almost jumped out of your chest when the light suddenly turned on.

“where have you been?”

“shit, woo!” you cussed while holding your chest, almost panting. “baby? why aren’t you sleeping?”

wooyoung sat on the edge of your bed with his arms folded as he stared at you. “obviously, i was waiting for you.” he deadpanned, “you know i couldn’t sleep without you. so where have you been?”

you exhaled, feeling guilty that you left the man waiting for until midnight, completely forgetting the existence of modern phones and to tell him of your whereabouts. “oh, baby,” you walked up to him, cradling his face in your palms.

“i’m so sorry i made you wait,” you kissed his forehead, “i had lunch with kim younghoon, and he gave me a task. i spent the whole day planning and then reporting to hongjoong, and we had a last minute meeting with stray kids. i should’ve told you, that’s my mistake,” you explained. wooyoung sighed defeatedly, finally accepting your apologies. he circled his hands on your waist.

“it’s okay.” he muttered.

you told him to get ready for bed, while you freshen up in the bathroom, finally ready to end the night. your body felt warm, being in your comfiest pajamas, and your heart follows when you saw wooyoung on bed tucked nicely under the blanket, with his arm stretched out welcoming you in his embrace.

“how was today’s scouting?” you asked with a small voice.

“it was okay,” he answered, listing the things he had done. “got some new muscles that i gotta train. met yeonjun and changbin. and… oh!” he gasped, making you look up to him.

“what is it?”

“you know, me and san found this girl while scouting, she was badass,” he said and you could practically see the sparks in his eyes, “she fought this buff man in like, 5 seconds, though i think the man was more of muscle than skills, but isn’t that cool? san wanted her so bad he ran straight to her after the fight.”

“anyways i didn’t want to scout her at first but san would probably held me on a gunpoint if i refuse him—“ you both laughed, “—yeah right? so long story short we probably got ourselves a new charmer. i think san’s gonna teach her more, but i’ll still have to take part in physical training.”

you hummed, “san fell in love at the first sight, huh?”

wooyoung nodded, “i think i did too.”

you playfully hit his chest, making him wince dramatically as he held his chest.

“jung wooyoung! don’t you dare fall in love with her!” you threatened him. the bastard husband of yours grinned.

“are you jealous?”

“hm, i don’t know. what would you think if i hooked up with kim younghoon?”

“hey!” he whined, clearly not liking the idea of you and another man side by side. not even one bit. and that was something everyone know, and some even witnessed it with their own eyes, referring to your previous encounter with lee juyeon.

you laughed to his blatant jealousy, and maybe, seeing the smile in your face and the sound of your melodic laugh to his ears were the reason for him laughing along with you.

wooyoung pulled you close to his body, putting his chin on top of your head. the smell of your shampoo invaded his nose, and somewhat it relaxed him all the time. maybe it’s your shampoo, or maybe, it’s the fact that you’re close to him.

he breathes slowly, but you could hear his heart beating fast behind his chest. some things change, but you realize one thing stays the same; his heartbeat. whenever you put your head to his chest you always hear the same fast beat from his heart.

and you know yours beats the way his did.

“i can never love anyone else but you.”

his voice pierced through the silence as he murmured the words into your hair.

maybe it was his voice. maybe it was the sentence, the words. maybe it’s both things combined, the reason why you feel such warmth in your heart and the pleasant butterflies flying in your stomach. the combination of two simple things, yet magical enough for you to take it as a sign of love.

love.

you buried your face into his chest, trying to hide your smile. all you could say was, “i love you, woo.”

simple sentence that also warmed his heart.

to both lovers like you, those moment felt like it’s just you both against the world. in your vows; both in happiness or sadness.

“will i see you again?”

wooyoung suddenly asked. the nature of the question making you pull away from him, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion.

“what kind of question is that?” you asked back, looking up to his face.

he seemed doubtful, that was clearly painted all over his face, visible from his eyes, the way it glinted.

wooyoung sighed. “i don’t know. you have a job, so many things to do now that hongjoong trusts you. and i’m happy for you, baby, i truly do, it’s just—“ he hesitated for a while before continuing.

“it’s— what if you get busier? what if we get so busy that… that we can’t even share a proper meal together like we used to? what if we can’t see each other as much as we used to back when we have less things to do? what if i can’t even hug you in my sleep at night? what if—“

“—what if we changed so much and turn in a direction we don’t want?”

late night thoughts do bring the most genuine question. and his was a valid one.

it’s no secret that marriage, no matter how sweet, how hot or cold, can suddenly turn lukewarm, tasteless, or even turn sour over the time.

that would be a nightmare. one that can turn very real, in any time, near or far.

to imagine a tasteless marriage life with your passionate husband made you crawl closer to him, burying your face in his chest to seek more warmth. the more seconds went the more you appreciate his prescence. taking in everything you could.

just in case it’d be your last.

“i promise we won’t turn that way, my love. i’ll do anything to keep us together. keep us, keep you safe.” you murmured into his chest.

“you just have to promise to love me still. like this. even when times go rough, when it eats us inside out, body and soul. even with the last sparks of love you have for me, love me. until i’m not here beside you.” you continued. you felt suffocated, unconsciously the littlest sniffle got out of you with the tears. “you’re all i have, wooyoung.”

desperation in it’s truest form.

but it’s true, you have no one but your husband. no family, no nothing. not even a life, if it was not for the past, or the present, given by your husband and his kin. and now that you’ve associated yourself with them, you, who used to have nothing, now have something. and it fears you to imagine losing them.

to go back to the solitude you were in before.

hearing your cries crushed him. he tightened his hands around you, securing you in his grasp, giving you the most comfort one could give. he might regret the way he voiced out his concerns today, yet it was an important question within your relationship.

and a silent way to say that he fears of losing you, too.

“i’m here, baby. i love you,” he said, giving a peck on your hair,

“and i promise to keep that love for as long as i live.”

NOT EVEN HALFWAY BUT I STILL WANNA FINISH THE WHOLE THING. enjoy. both in reading and waiting uwu

also we’re getting closer to… the start of the angst.

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Like a butterfly part 3

A/N: HI GUYS!🤠 IT’S BEEN A WHILE. ANYWAYS, finally chapter three is here!

So sorry it took so long, I hope you still have a lot patience for this fanfiction🙏🏽

I’m starting to get some ideas for the plot and the chapters, but in all honesty I was also on a small vacation, and another thing is: I’ve been working my ass off. Right now, I’m just really in need of some money because I’m fucking tired of this broke ass bitch (me) and this dumb ass inflation making me bad, sad and MAD🤬

We’re not going to discuss or talk about the constant

mood swings I had while writing this bitch while on my period, OKAY?👹😪🗿🥵💀💔💫

Anyways‼️ as always thank you for bearing with me. And thank you for liking, commenting, and reblogging my shit🌺

I very much appreciate every single one of you💞

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Pairing: Nakamoto Yuta x Female! Reader

Contains: Non-idol! AU, Tattoo artist! Yuta, Librarian! Reader, Bruises, Comedy, Drama, Friends to lovers, Flirting, Nudity, PDA, Photography, Romance, Teasing

Warnings: Abusive toxic relationship, alcohol, bad language, cigarettes, cursing, drinking, fighting, friendship, friends with benefits, lots of JEALOUSY‼️ mixed feelings, smoking, violence; Yuta punching a few fuckbois cause Y/N’s being sorta sexually harassed, also him beating a random dude up... it’s not that bad though :T, violence.

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Disclaimer: The reader I’ve created in this fanfiction is a woman of East Asian descent and she has certain features and looks a certain way. The reason for this is that I wanted some more East Asian representation in Kpop fanfics! Some of these relationships between said persons are only meant to be considered fictional, in no way do I ship them in real life. They’re just there to add dynamic to the plot. (Also, because my multi fan ass just wants to have fun.) Please keep in mind that the way I’ve described the idols in this story is in no way real or representative of how they behave in real life, this is just based on my imagination.

Also in this fanfiction, some said persons are involved in an abusive, unhealthy and manipulative relationship. Please keep in mind that this is all fanmade and fiction. I don’t encourage this kind of terrible relationship and if you are in one, please seek help. Never put yourself second to anyone; remember that you’re loved. 💚

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“Want to dance with me?” Yuta said, holding his hand out to you. You looked up and smiled, “Yes, I would love to,” you took hold of his hand and walked back to your friends.

Everyone looked at you two dancing happily. You smiled brightly as Yuta spun you around, and you giggled. The DJ suddenly changed the music and played the song “You Make Me Feel…” by Cobra Starship ft. Sabi. You hummed to the song, looking at Yuta as he did the same, “la, na-na-na-na~” The two of you began dancing and laughing.

And finally, you had fun at this party.

Suddenly Chaeyoung and Somi walked over, joining you in dancing, “where are the others?” Yuta asked, “Jungkook and Johnny are outside smoking,” Somi explained. “The two of you seemed to have a lot of fun,” Chaeyoung giggled, “of course we are, I mean it’s been a while since we last attended a party,” you chuckled when Yuta was looking at you and smiling. (Chaeng’s outfit)

Somi elbowed Chaeyoung’s arm and giggled at the way Yuta was obviously admiring you. “What’s so funny, Chaeng?” You asked, tilting your head in curiosity, “oh nothing! It’s just… you and Osaka Prince look so good together,” she winked as Yuta smirked, “almost like a cute couple~” Somi added, giggling with her. You blushed at the idea of you and Yuta being a couple, you were nothing alike or similar. “Yo what’s up, guys?” Mark asked, resting his elbow on Yuta’s shoulder.

“Oh, nothing much, Marcus, just pointing out how much these two look like a couple,” Chaeyoung added playfully, “Chaeng, we’re not a couple…!” You protested stubbornly as everyone chuckled. “Omg, I just noticed! Mark, you got an eyebrow piercing now!” She patted Somi’s shoulder and giggled, “yeah, you look so cool now, Markie!” She added, “thank you, Yuta-Hyung did it for me,” he chuckled and smiled.

“Let’s go and get something to drink, I wanna dance some more!” Somi said, waving her arms up as Chaeyoung nodded. You looked at her as she smiled, “a Margarita or Pina Colada, right Unnie?” You nodded a slight smile on your face, “thanks Chaeng,” Mark spoke, “just grab a beer for me and Scotch Whiskey for Yuta-Hyung. Thanks, Chae, and Somi.”

“So did you and Yuta-Hyung recently start dating?” Mark asked as your mouth dropped slightly, “oh no, Mark. You got it all wrong, me and Yuta-san aren’t dating, Bryce’s my boyfriend…” You explained as Yuta put his hands into his pockets, his jaw clenching in slight jealousy, “so that means you’re still seeing Miyawaki, huh?” You looked at him as you heard her name.

Miyawaki…?

Yuta rubbed the back of his head, “I’m actually planning on,” he moved closer to you, “–breaking it off with her.” He locked eyes with you. “I’m done with fixing things that can’t be fixed.” Johnny and Jungkook walked towards you, “where are Chae and Somi?” Jungkook asked, rolling up his sleeve.

“–Here with your drinks!~” Somi smiled, holding three drinks in her arms, “ah thank you, Somi,” you smiled, taking your Pina Colada and drinking a little. “Do you guys wanna grab something to eat after this?” Chaeyoung asked, looking at us all. “That’d be awesome! What should we eat, Chae?” Somi asked, drinking her blueberry Soju, “hmm, I don’t know, maybe we can order some pizza or fried chicken?”

You had to use the restroom but there’s still a lot left from your delicious Pina Colada. You walked over to Yuta, “Yuta-san, can you please hold my drink? I’m going to use the bathroom,” you asked politely as he nodded and held your drink. “No worries, just take your time,” he gave you a reassuring smile as you went to the bathroom.

You finished using the bathroom stall as you washed your hands while checking yourself in the mirror. And finally, you fixed your hair a little and left.

You went to the dancefloor to look around, in the hopes of finding your friends but you couldn’t spot or see any of them.

Strange… They were here just a few minutes ago…

You walked around a bit before finally deciding to lean against the wall, crossing your arms and checking your phone when someone was approaching you.

“–Saw you earlier on the dancefloor, you were quite wild,” a random guy said, staring at you up and down inappropriately as you started to feel uncomfortable by his presence, “say why don’t we have fun at my place tonight?” You looked down and shook your head.

“No thanks. I have a boyfriend…” You managed to voice out clearly although your voice was full of uncertainty. “Boyfriend?” He looked over at his friends before scoffing. “You seem quite lonely and single to me, the name’s Seth,” he pinned his arm against the wall forcing you to look at him as he began to speak, “why don't we have some right now?” He chuckled, playing with your top as he slowly lowered its strap. “Stop it…” You said sheepishly as Seth chuckled when somebody poked him on the shoulder as he turned around.

“–What the fuck?!” He groaned when Yuta punched him in the face, he walked closer to you as Seth looked at him. “Yuta…” he wrapped an arm around you as he held you close, your head meeting his chest, “are you okay, Y/N?” You nodded as he glared at the group of guys around you. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” Seth rose and spat, “do you know them, Y/N?” You shook your head, and hugged his arm, “I don’t know them, Yuta,” you said, looking into Yuta’s warm eyes.

“I suggest you fuckers leave her alone.” Yuta demanded, “huh?” Seth scoffed as Yuta cleared his throat, “you were making her feel uncomfortable, so apologize to her now.” He repeated, “who do you think you are?” Seth scoffed, staring at him. “Me? I’m her fucking boyfriend, you bastard.” Yuta scoffed, patting your back as you looked at him, he gave you an understanding nod. “Your girlfriend’s dressed like a slut, I thought she came to this party to have sex with a bunch of guys,” Seth scoffed, staring at your chest as you pulled your pink top a little in an attempt to cover up, you looked down feeling ashamed of your body. (Y/N’s outfit but she’s short black miniskirt instead or you can choose your own outfit.)

Why did you dress out of your comfort zone? You feel so ashamed of your body…

You felt his hand move away from your back as Yuta walked over and punched them, you were taken back. “Yuta-san!” You yelled, “scumbags like you should watch the bullshit that’s coming out of your mouth,” he took hold of Seth’s shirt before punching him again, “my girlfriend can wear whatever the fuck she wants to, after all, I can fight,” Yuta scoffed as he walked over to you. “Are you okay–?” You asked when he hugged you close, “I’m okay, let’s get back to the others,” he reassured, wrapping an arm around you as you walked outside to the others.

“There you two are, what happened?” Chaeyoung asked, walking away from Jungkook’s back hug as she returned your Pina Colada. “Sorry, Chaeng, we ran into a bit of trouble…” You bowed shyly, taking hold of your drink. “Trouble…? What happened, Unnie?” She asked in concern, “a group of assholes were harassing Y/N and saying nasty things to her, so I stepped in and pretended to be her boyfriend. Until they finally left her alone,” Yuta explained, taking a sip of his Whiskey as you simply nodded.

“Wah, thank goodness handsome Osaka Prince saved you there, Y/N-Unnie!” Chaeyoung teased as Somi giggled, “yeah, thank you Yuta-san,” you added, smiling at him. “Alright, let’s go and get some food, I’m starving like crazy,” Mark chuckled, putting his arms behind his head, “oh my god, me too, Marcus,” Somi laughed, “good thing, Yuta was there. There can be some real assholes at this nightclub,” Johnny added, smoking and exhaling.

Yuta wrapped an arm around you, and whispered something into your ear, “ehh?” You said, looking into his eyes, your foreheads practically touching, “can I have a taste of your Pina Colada?” You nodded, before taking a small sip and handing it to him. He took a big gulp and licked his lips, “mhm, it’s really delicious,” he smirked as you felt a bit shy about his flirtatious behavior.

“Do you wanna try mine, Y/N?” He lifted his glass filled with the golden liquid, your eyes looked in a slight curiosity, “is it strong…?” You asked, holding the glass, “maybe a little, but I can water it down a little with a kiss~” Yuta whispered, lifting your chin and you could clearly tell he was a bit tipsy. “Stop teasing me, Yuta-san…” You pouted, feeling his thumb on your bottom lips. You took a big sip as you covered your mouth, “mmh…! It’s super strong…” You whined as he chuckled, “sorry, you’re so cute. You’ve never tried a Scotch Whiskey before?” You shook your head, “not really… I always drink Soju or Margarita…” You confessed as he leaned in.

His fingers were on your chin, the thumb gently caressing your bottom lips. “Should I water it down with my kiss now?~” Your eyes widened by his reply, “stop playing with me Yuta,” you said, entirely flustered by him.

Chaeyoung snickered, elbowing Jungkook at the sight of you two trying each others’ drinks. “Yuta-Hyung has really fallen hard for Unnie, heh,” he chuckled, “of course, I mean she’s pretty and the best!” She added, hugging his arm.

We left the nightclub and started walking around in Hongdae…

“Let’s just order Korean fried chicken or fast food,” Somi suggested, scrolling through her phone in the search for restaurants. “Yeah, what are you guys in the mood for?” Johnny asked, walking in front of the group, “I’m down for anything honestly,” Mark said, putting his arms behind his head as he looked at us.

You didn’t see Bryce for the rest of that night, but you felt that it was better this way. He was probably getting high or taking drugs anyways.

“Should we go for fried chicken? I’ve really been craving it,” you said, looking at everyone with a smile, “alright, Y/N-Unnie. Let’s do that,” Chaeyoung nodded and giggled. You walked towards the subway and headed downstairs.

“Should we eat at the restaurant or just at our apartment?” You asked, looking at them, “hmm, it’s up to you guys, I don’t care. What do you guys think?” Chaeyoung answered looking at the guys, “I guess since it’s quite late, let’s just get takeaway,” Mark suggested.

“Alright, boys you go order the fried chicken while we’ll get some drinks and snacks,” Somi ordered, locking arms with you, “deal,” Johnny gave a thumbs up.

You, Chaeyoung, and Somi walked inside the 7/11, looking for drinks and snacks for the rest of the night. “Should we buy more of the standard Soju or the fruit-flavored ones?” Somi asked, holding the basket, “hmm, Johnny and Yuta prefer the standard ones,” Chaeyoung responded as you placed two bags of Kkokkal Corn Snack and chocolate almond LOTTE Pepero sticks. “Oh my god, I missed drinking these,” you giggled, opening the refrigerator and picking 4 bottles of Mogu-Mogu, “wow~ Unnie you must really love the litchi-flavored ones,” Chaeyoung chuckled, placing 3 bottles of strawberry Ramune into the basket.

“Alright, I think we got everything we need,” Somi said, placing 2 bags of Nongshim Honey Twist Snack and a few bottles of banana milk into the basket, “maybe some orange juice for breakfast,” you added, getting your wallet out ready to pay. “Got it,” Chaeyoung said, placing the things onto the checkout counter belt.

The three of you went home, then Somi and you got two mattresses onto the floor in the living room. “Right, good thing your apartment’s so big that we can have sleepovers like this,” she chuckled as Chaeyoung had a cheeky smile. “You and Jungkook better not wake us up when everyone goes to sleep,” she scoffed sassily as you giggled a bit.

“–Yah Jeon Somi!” Chaeyoung yelled as the door opened and the guys were also there.

“Hope you’ve ordered the spicy, sweet, and sour version that I love,” Chaeyoung folded her arms, winking at Jungkook, “of course, we got both since we didn’t know which one you prefer,” he added and placed the plastic bag on the table. “What drinks did you buy?” Mark asked, looking through the plastic bags, “lots of Mogu-Mogu, Soju, banana milk, Ramune,” Somi replied, packing the snacks out.

You gathered on the floor in a circle around the food, “can you pass me the pickled radish, Chaeng?” You said, eating your crispy and crunchy piece of chicken wing, “of course, here Unnie,” Chaeyoung passed over the bowl, “wah, it’s so good, forgot how much I love fried chicken,” Somi hummed, “so good,”  Mark nodded. “It’s super delicious, good choice Y/N,” Yuta said, smiling at you. Johnny nodded, eating sweet and spicy chicken, “agreed, we should leave all the food decisions to your roomie, Chae,” he chuckled.

“Of course, not only is Unnie a big foodie - she’s also an excellent cook!” Chaeyoung added, “you guys make me so flustered,” you fanned yourself shyly, being complimented like this was a bit too much.

“Never knew that your roomie is such a cutie, ahaha,” Mark chuckled as you looked over at him. “Woah, woah. I guess Mark got a crush on Y/N-Unnie!” Somi cheered, drinking her blueberry Soju when Chaeyoung decided to speak up. “I already told you guys that Unnie’s–”

“–Back off Y/N, Mark, I saw her first,” Yuta sneered in jealousy as everyone looked at him, “I knew it - so you two are dating!” Mark said tipsy, “we aren’t!” You protested, you didn’t want to mention his name tonight so that’s all you said. You rested your clenched hand under the table, visibly frustrated that Bryce wasn’t even here beside you tonight. He noticed you were upset, he moved closer and placed his hand on top of yours when you looked up slightly.

Yuta gave you a comforting look as you nodded slightly, you let him hold your hand as it reassured and warmed you. Thank you, Yuta… You smiled with your eyes as he smiled.

“Now that we finished eating should we play karaoke or truth or dare?” Johnny suggested, “how about like karaoke and then only play K-pop songs?” Somi added.

Suddenly Yuta’s phone rang as he let go of your hand to answer. “Hey, Nakamoto-kun, do you wanna meet up tonight?” You heard what seemed to be a Japanese-speaking woman’s voice from his phone, “–I wanna make it up to you this time…” She told him on the phone as he sighed, getting up. “–Listen, I thought we already made things clear between us,” he went outside just to speak with her.

That must be Miwayaki-san…

“Woah, who’s that Osaka-Prince’s chatting with?” Somi elbowed Chaeyoung, “it’s Miwayaki Sakura, his former fwb,” she whispered to her as you felt your heart ache. “Yeah, I don’t know what has been going between them,” Johnny added as Mark noticed your rather depressing energy, “yo guys, let’s talk about something else.”

“–Right!” Chaeyoung clapped, “Unnie, which song should we play?” she smiled, looking at you. “I don’t know,” you said in a monotone voice and got up. “I’ll just need to use the bathroom,” you excused yourself.

You wish that the girl’s name didn’t bother you as much as it sadly did.

“I think Y/N’s bothered by Miyawaki,” Mark mumbled, drinking his Soju, “yeah, let’s not mention it, she also fought with Bryce earlier,” Somi added, eating her honey twist chips.

You tried dialing Bryce’s number but he didn’t answer at all. “The person you’re trying to reach - is unavailable–” You sighed in frustration, looking at yourself in the mirror as small tears started to fall on your cheeks.

Mark looked at which song he should choose for karaoke. “Omg, Mark you should totally do “Rap God” by Eminem!” Somi laughed loudly and pointed at him, “yah, Somi, you’re too loud! I don’t want my neighbors to complain about me!” Chaeyoung elbowed her, “the only ones who are loud are you and Jungkook in your bed–” before Somi spoke another word, she got smacked by a pillow.

“Oh my god, you two sure are drunk and feisty,” Johnny chuckled and Jungkook finished his original Soju. “Hey, Babe shuffle the playlist for Mark-ah,” Chaeyoung snickered, “oh God, it’s “Tell Me” by Wonder Girls…” Mark let out a small laugh, “good luck, Mark,” Somi giggled, drinking her blueberry Soju as Chaeyoung handed him a hairbrush. “Go perform, Minhyung.”

You got out of the bathroom after fixing yourself. It seemed like everyone was super drunk or sober. You sat on the mattress by the couch before texting Bryce.

Bryce (my boyfriend)

You: “Sorry, for earlier…”

You: “Can we talk in the morning?”

“Ah, is that “Tell Me” by Wonder Girls?” You said and stood up eagerly, “it’s my favorite song! You said, dancing as Somi applauded. “Go Unnie! Go Unnie!” Chaeyoung cheered as Johnny started filming you and Mark performing.

“Tell me, tell me, tell tell tell tell tell tell me~” you and Mark sang while smiling, “omg here comes the dance break!” You exclaimed eagerly and began dancing while Chaeyoung and Somi clapped repeatedly. “Omg, Unnie’s so good at dancing!” Jungkook chuckled while filming as Johnny laughed, taking pictures of you with Chaeng’s Polaroid camera. “Omg here comes the rapping, are you ready Mark-ah!” Chaeyoung exclaimed, holding Jungkook’s hand. Mark rapped, “Hit me one-time baby dashi hanbeon, okay banggeumhan geon aljiman tto hanbeon!” he finished rapping flawlessly as Johnny laughed, “holy shit dude, you killed it!”

“Next song, Chaeng!” Somi pointed at the TV screen, “coming up, shuffle… Let’s go!” She said as the song started playing. “MIROTIC” by TVXQ was the next song when the three guys stood up in seriousness, “jogeum dacheodo neon gwaenchana Oh~” Johnny sang as Jungkook held the hairbrush. “Neon nareul weonhae, neon naege ppajeo, neon naege micheo, heeonal su eopseo~” they all sang, “I got youuu under my skin,” Jungkook harmonized. “You guys are so amazing!” You exclaimed, filming them as they continued singing.

“Okay, I dare you, girls, to do a song together!” Mark chuckled, shuffling Chaeyoung’s playlist. “Miniskirt” by AOA started playing as Somi hit Chaeng softly, cackling like crazy, “oh my God, no way,” you said, covering your mouth, “come on, ladies. You can’t back down now,” Mark teased as Johnny nodded, handing you the hairbrush.

You sighed, getting ready to perform. “Hey hey hey AOA, hey hey hey! Brave Sound. Drop it!” Chaeng sang, performing just like Shin Jimin, “nal baraboneun siseoni~ neoneun yejeon gatjiga anheun geol~” Somi laid down on the floor like Shin Hyejeong. “Woo! Go, Jeon Somi!” Mark cheered as Jungkook, crossed his arms trying not to die of laughter. Johnny chuckled, filming this to his Instagram story. “Jjarbeun chimareul ipgo~ naega gireul georeumyeon modu nareul chyeodabwa,” Somi sang as you soon joined, covering Park Choah’s part when Yuta opened the door to see you lift your black skirt as the guys whistled, “jjarbeun chimareul ipgo~ geunde wae hapil neoman nal mollajuneunde.” You sang, wiggling your ass with Chaeng and Somi when he watched you closely.

“–I see that I missed quite a lot while I was gone, huh?” Yuta scoffed, looking at Johnny as he nodded. You continued, performing and trying not to look in his direction. “Didn’t know Y/N could pull off sexy concepts like this one, she’s full of surprises,” he said, smirking.

“この女…” (This woman…) “nan jeomjeom jichyeoga,” Chaeng sang, grabbing the chair as Somi did the same, “nal baraboneun geu nunbitmajeodo,” she said. “Wae geuri chagaunji moreugesseo,” you sighed, clearly feeling the song’s lyrics. “Ije byeonhal geoya oh oh!” You sang, performing with the ladies around the chairs you’ve gathered.

Yuta smirked, watching you have fun and clearly distracting yourself from your previously hurt feelings. “Let me perform the next song with Y/N,” he said as everyone was stunned to speak, “fine,” you crossed your arms as he poked his cheek with his tongue, standing there with his hands in his pockets. “Now” by Trouble Maker started playing, that iconic melody made you recognize the choreography immediately. “Omg, Chaeng, they’re going to perform “Now!” Somi wheezed, finally finishing her blueberry Soju, “I think it was Yuta-Hyung’s idea from the start,” Jungkook whispered to Chaeng as she smirked, “Yah, Unnie! Don’t lose to Osaka-Prince!”

“I won’t, just give me a second, Chaeng,” You said, walking inside your bedroom to remove your black mesh shirt, “are you ready?” You asked, folding your arms as you were left in your skirt, black stockings, and that hot pink top. “I was born ready, Y/N-Princess,” Yuta chuckled, smiling as he held his hand out to you. “Ooh ooh ooh ooh tell me now now now,” he sang, standing close to you, “ooh ooh ooh ooh tell me now now now,” you said, looking into his eyes. They were filled with sadness, you began singing and performing Hyuna’s part. Everyone was amused and focused on you two performing so professionally. “You’re still recording this,” Mark whispered to Johnny as he nodded, watching you.

“Uri gachi inneun i mirosoge” Yuta sang to you, “gidael su inneungeon neoppuniya” you sang expressively, stroking his shoulder and forearm as you touched his hand. “Nungama naege angyeo,” you both sang, looking at each other deeply. “Naeireun tto eobseunikka,” you both sang full of emotions as you danced elegantly, he held your hand and spun you.

Yuta spun you back into his arms, making you look into his eyes as you suddenly felt your heartbeat race. The two of you danced elegantly during the dance break of the song. “Woo! You two were incredible!” Chaeyoung yelled, finishing Jungkook’s original flavored Soju.

“FANTASTIC BABY” by BIGBANG, started playing as Jungkook stood up, “woo this is a banger!” he grabbed the hairbrush from Mark and began to sing along. “Nananana nananana, wow fantastic baby!” Mark and Johnny hyped him up as you clapped while laughing. “Dance I wanna dan dan dan dan,” Chaeyoung sang along, dancing with him, “dance wow fantastic, Chaeng,” Jungkook chuckled as she danced wildly.

Yuta sat down next to you as you pressed your lips together, “what’s wrong?” you hugged your knees, “nothing…” you mumbled, trying not to think of the way Bryce ignored you. “It’s that asshole - isn’t it?” He glared as you looked away, “I’m so pathetic…” You sighed, looking down as he took hold of your hand, “you’re not. He’s the one losing such a gorgeous woman,” he said before kissing your hand as you blushed red.

“Boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka, boom shakalaka!” Somi clapped her hands before filming them while laughing, “you guys are so crazy, ahaha!”

After an hour or two everyone fell asleep, Johnny was completely wasted on the couch while Somi and Mark were next to each other on the mattress. “Good night, sleepyheads,” you giggled, covering them with a blanket and a pillow underneath their heads.

“Mhm, night’ Unnie,” Chaeng yawned, walking into her room with Jungkook, “night you two,” you whispered, walking to the bathroom to brush your teeth. You checked your phone one last to see that Bryce didn’t even read your texts. You sighed, starting your night skincare routine. You finished and headed out when the door to the apartment opened.

“Ah, Yuta-san, you went outside?” You asked, standing in front of him as he took his shoes off, “yeah, I was just outside smoking,” Yuta explained as he looked at you.

“Were you worried about me?” He added, scratching the back of his head. “A little, I was wondering why you weren’t sleeping with them,” you hummed as he looked at your face in the dim moonlight’s glow.

“Everyone’s still sleeping…”

“But you’re awake.” Yuta reached his hand and stroked the back of your hair gently. The gesture made you feel soft as you looked at him with a small smile.

“I had to use the bathroom and then I heard someone by the door,” you replied, rubbing your arm as Yuta nodded. The awkward silence between you was heavy. But somehow you couldn’t stop looking at each other.

“–We should probably sleep too, it’s almost 4 AM,” he rolled his neck back and walked to the living room. It was dark but Somi and Mark were sleeping next to each other on the big pull-out mattress. It was as if they were almost cuddling. Johnny slept on the couch, his feet hanging by the end of it.

“Damn, these two crashed the big mattress,” Yuta whispered and chuckled, “guess I’ll sleep on the floor,” he sighed, grabbing the blanket and sitting on the cold wooden floor. “If you want to, you can sleep in my room. I have a couch too,” you suggested as he took your offer.

“You sure that you don’t mind me sleeping in your room?” Yuta asked, sitting on your couch, “it’s fine, I don’t mind. Besides the floor’s too cold to sleep on,” you insisted and handed him a warm blanket and a pillow. “Thank you,” he said, lying down and pulling the blanket. “Goodnight, Yuta,” you said, turning off your lamp, “sweet dreams, Y/N,” he whispered and closed his eyes.

Never would’ve thought that I would be sleeping in Miyoshi Y/N’s bedroom, huh…

The next morning… “Yah Suh, you’re leaving so early? I haven’t even made breakfast yet,” Chaeyoung mumbled, crossing her arms, “sorry Chae, I gotta open the studio at noon,” Johnny chuckled, rubbing the back of his blonde hair. “Besides that, I also need to go home and change into an outfit that doesn’t reek of cigarettes and alcohol,” he chuckled.

“You guys can drop by at lunchtime if you wanna bother us,” he waved and left, “see ya, later,” Jungkook chuckled and waved. “Where is Yuta-Hyung? Did he go home already?” Mark asked, rubbing his morning hair, “yeah, I didn’t see him sleep here with us,” Somi added, putting her hair in a messy bun.

“Yuta’s sleeping in Noona’s room,” Jungkook smiled before sipping his banana milk, “–what? No way you’re lying,” Chaeyoung exclaimed as Somi giggled, “–I guess it’s a possibility, heh,” Mark rubbed his chin and chuckled.

You were still sleeping, you were pretty exhausted from yesterday’s partying and dancing. Yuta was already awake, he woke a while ago but he didn’t want to disturb your sleep. “Such a pretty woman,” he mumbled, caressing your cheek as he moved the strands of hair away from your eyelids. The mixed feelings from yesterday between your lovers somehow brought you two closer.

Sleeping beauty… Yuta thought, admiring your face in the dim sunlight. He leaned in and whispered into your ear, “hurry up and break up with that asshole, I’m getting impatient.”

You slowly opened your eyes as you saw Yuta’s face, you pursed your lips, “mmh, Yuta-san?” you murmured still half asleep, “おはよう, Y/N-姫,” (good morning, Y/N-Princess,) he chuckled, gently caressing your cheek.

“おはよう…” (Morning…) You responded awkwardly, he was really close and you tried desperately not to look into those dangerous eyes.

“Did you sleep well?” Yuta asked, pinching your cheek and letting go, “mhm, I slept okay, what about you?” You nodded, looking at him. “I slept wonderfully in your bedroom,” he smirked when the door opened as Chaeng peeked her head in, “ah mornin’ lovebirds~ breakfast is ready~” she snickered, “what’s so funny, Chaeng?” you got out of bed as he helped you, “oh nothing~ must be nice to sleep in her bed, huh Osaka-Prince?” She bit her lips as he chuckled, “–that’s not what happened, Chaeng!” You blushed red at the thought of it.

Your phone rang as you answered,  “もし-もし,” (hello,) you put on your watch, “ah, could you watch Ayaka while I’m out doing some urgent errands?” She asked as you were about to head out for work, “sure thing aunt Asami, what time do you pick her up?”

“Maybe late in the evening, I’ve so much to take care of,” she added as you nodded, “that’s okay, you can drop her off at the library at 1:30 PM. Ayaka-chan can have fun reading books in the children’s reading room or playing in the kids’ space downstairs,” you added, putting on your high heels as you headed out.

You sat down and placed your books and notebook on the table. You started to memorize a few kanjis, aunt Asami would always test you whenever she was visiting. She would always praise you for working so hard and you didn’t want to disappoint her.

“Yo Y/N,” Yuta cooed, leaning against the bookshelf as he stood across from you, “Yuta-san, what are you doing here?” You asked, adjusting your glasses and looking at him.

“Paying you a little visit, Princess,” he chuckled, walking over to pinch your cheek, “well, I’m too busy for your little visit,” you replied, looking at the kanji. “Ah, I see. You’re learning kanji, huh?” He looked at the piece of paper as you nodded. “I thought re-learning Japanese was hard but memorizing kanjis is even worse!” You groaned, resting your head on the table. “Then get a Japanese boyfriend, that’ll make it easier,” Yuta smirked, patting your head as you pouted, “not funny, besides I already have a boyfriend,” you protested.

“So where do you want to eat lunch, Aya-chan?” You asked, looking at Ayaka’s drawing, “I don’t know, maybe something Japanese,” she mumbled, coloring her turtle. “Okay, what about some udon noodles?” You asked eagerly as she nodded, “yay! I would love that, Onee-san,” she hugged your arm and giggled.

“Onee-san, is Nakamoto-kun your boyfriend?” Ayaka asked as you waved your hands rapidly, “no, no, Aya-chan. Yuta and I are just friends,” you smiled, “Bryce’s my boyfriend, remember?” You looked at her as she shook her head, crossing her arms as Yuta chuckled, “do you want me to be Onee-chan’s boyfriend?” He teased, poking his cheek cutely.

Ayaka nodded immediately, “mmh! Nakamoto-kun’s much more fun and handsome than Bryce!” She confessed as you dropped your jaw. Yuta hugged her and chuckled, “I guess this little Miss knows the truth, I like her.” You crossed your arms, you knew these two together could be up to nothing good.

“–Onii-san, do you want to eat lunch with us?” Ayaka asked all of a sudden.

You were rather surprised to hear her ask such a question. Since Ayaka’s usually not fond of new people but she has somehow taken a liking to Yuta.

“Aya-chan… I think Nakamoto-san’s busy–”

“–時間があります.” (–I have time.) Yuta replied, putting his hand up as Aya smiled happily.

“Besides I would love to eat lunch with you,” Yuta had a sly smile while looking at you. “Yay! Onii-san is going to eat lunch with us!” She chanted happily and jumped eagerly. “I’ll pay for the lunch - so what do you want to eat?” He asked, holding her hand as she smiled brightly, “I want to eat Sukiyaki, Onii-san!” She exclaimed as you sighed. “Ms. Irene I’m off,” you said as Irene smiled and waved, “what a strange couple, heh-heh.” She giggled seeing the three of you off.

You walked inside the restaurant “NEGI” in Gangnam-gu. “A table for three please,” Yuta walked up to the counter, “ah yes sir, please follow me,” the waiter said.

“So Onii-san, how long have you stayed here in Korea?” Ayaka asked in curiosity, looking at him. “Mhm, I’ve stayed here quite a while now. I believe for almost 6 years I’ve stayed here,” Yuta nodded and smiled, “wow, that’s so long, Onii-san! Do you ever miss Japan?” She asked, waiting for his reply.

Yuta stirred the thinly sliced well-marbled beef as it began sizzling. “Of course I do, I get homesick quite often, I miss my mother’s cooking. But thanks to Miyoshi-san, I don’t feel so lonely anymore,” he confessed with a soft smile as you looked away for a split second. The pot was boiling as he served her a bowl with the udon noodles.

“Onii-san, do you like Onee-san?” Ayaka looked at him deeply as she chewed on a piece of maitake mushroom. “Yes. I like her a lot,” Yuta conveyed, glancing at you with a small scoff as he ate a piece of beef. You could feel your cheeks burn up by how flustered you were. “Aw, sorry Onii-san! Onee-san already has a boyfriend~” she teased, slurping on the udon noodles. “I know. It’s such a shame, Onee-san’s a very pretty woman,” he rested his cheek in his palm, winking at you. “You’re such a naughty girl, Aya-chan,” you chewed on the tasty shiraki noodles, looking at her. “Hehe!~” Ayaka giggled, sipping the soup base. “Ayaka-san just enjoys teasing Y/N-Onee~” Yuta chuckled, drinking his Ramune. “Here, since you love them so much,” you added extra enoki and shiitake mushrooms to her bowl.

“きのこが好きですね?” (You like mushrooms, don’t you?)

“はい! そうですおにさん!” (Yes! That’s right Onii-san!)

You smiled at them, eating some shiitake mushrooms and a piece of broiled tofu, “how long are you staying in Korea, Aya-chan?” Yuta chewed on the meat as she looked at him, “me and Mommy are staying here for 2 weeks, hehe,” Aya smiled sweetly as she ate some chrysanthemum greens, “wah… You’re not staying here for too long that’s too bad,” he pouted, finishing his Ramune. “I know! I really wanted to stay longer but I have school…” She sulked, slurping the broth as she finished eating. “Maybe next time, you can stay longer… and spend more time with me and Yuta-san,” you smiled, eating a piece of burdock root.

“ごちそうさまでした、 おにさん!” Aya smiled and bowed, “hehe, you’re welcome,” Yuta chuckled as she held his hand, “yeah, thank you. It was very delicious,” you nodded and bowed softly.

“The three of you walked, hands held together as you walked to the bus stop, “oh my God, what a young couple…” a woman whispered to her boyfriend passing by us. “I guess everyone is different,” he chuckled as Yuta scoffed a bit, thinking about the fact that you were the boyfriend and father of Y/N’s child. “What’s so funny?” You raised an eyebrow as he chuckled, “oh it’s nothing…” You and Aya sat down on the bench, waiting for the bus.

“People think Onee-san and Onii-san are my parents, hehe!” Aya pointed out, kicking her feet. You blushed red, “Aya-chan that’s not funny!” you said, feeling so flustered as Yuta chuckled. “Ah, there’s our bus, Onee-san!” she said, hugging your arm.

“おにさん、 またね,”(Onii-san, see you,) she said hugging him as he smiled, “気をつけて、アヤちゃん.” (Take care, Aya-chan.) You smiled proudly, “take care, Yuta-san, okay?” You said, walking inside the bus as she waved.

“Where are you going?” Chaeyoung mumbled, stretching out, “I want to get healthier, so I’m heading to the fitness center,” you said enthusiastically as she smiled, “okay, have fun, Unnie,” she waved, snuggling in her bed as you left.

You went inside the women’s changing room, “it’s really clean in here, I’m rather surprised,” you mumbled to yourself as you headed out. You scanned the area, stationary bicycles, dumbbell sets, treadmills, powerlifting equipment, bench presses, lat pulldown machines, and many more.

You felt a bit anxious, wearing some loose jogging pants, an open hoodie, and a sports bra. But everyone was rather focused on themselves to even look at you, everyone was working hard to reach their goals and it filled you with motivation.

Which one should you try? Or you could go and look for an instructor.

You felt a hand on your shoulder as you turned around, “–Y/N, good to see you here,” Johnny chuckled, “ah hi, Johnny are you also working out here?” He nodded, “yeah, I’m here with Yuta, we arrived here 30 minutes ago.”

So he’s here too, huh…

“Good morning, Yuta-san,” you greeted him as he was lifting a dumbbell. When Yuta heard your voice he looked up to meet your eyes, “what a lovely surprise to see you here, Y/N-san,” he smiled, looking at you.

“Wasn’t expecting to see the two of you here, it’s my first day,” you said, tying your hair into a ponytail. “Oh, so you want to start working out, or are you here for the yoga classes?” Johnny asked, “here to stay fit and healthier!” You smiled as Yuta nodded, “I can show you around if you’d like,” you nodded, “thank you, I’d love that.”

“I wanna see how the treadmills work,” you said as Yuta nodded, following you. “Step on it, here you adjust the speed,” he pointed, adjusting the speed as you began to walk at a slow pace. “Do you want to go faster?” You nodded, “yes, please. I want to run!” He chuckled and increased the speed as you began to run fast, “woah! This feels great!” You smiled brightly as Yuta smiled.

“These are dumbbells, some of them are heavy while some of them weigh less,” Yuta explained, lifting one as he was flexing his arm. “You’re so strong, Yuta,” you said, watching him as he chuckled, “I’ve been training for a while now, heh. Although I've been wondering Chae already has a fitness membership, how come you haven’t joined her earlier?” He asked, looking at you.

It’s true, you’ve always listened to Bryce’s words. One sad memory you recalled was him telling you not to get a fitness membership because he feared that guys might harass you while working out. Especially if you wore leggings and a sports bra, you didn’t mention this to Chaeng.

“I wasn’t quite sure of myself, but thinking again. I finally want to do the things I want to do. So here I am,” you confessed, hands on your hips as you had your head up high. “That’s my girl,” Yuta chuckled proudly, patting you on the shoulder in support. “Welcome to fitness, Y/N,” Johnny smiled, wrapping an arm around you as you smiled, “thank you two.”

Not listening to Bryce was so unlike you, in a way you felt free and so relieved. Finally doing things on your own… You were delighted with that decision to follow your heart.

The three of you were jump roping for 10 minutes, you were sweating but it felt good. You felt energized and so fresh. “Woah! This is amazing, I feel so good!” You said, smiling as Johnny smiled, “you’re doing incredible, keep up the good work, Y/N,” he added.

About 45 minutes had passed as you were done for today’s workout. “Thanks a lot for today, Johnny and Yuta-san,” you smiled, loosing your ponytail as you let your straight light brown hair down. “No problem, Y/N,” Yuta smiled and reached for your shoulder, “well done, I’ll see you next time?” You nodded, “if you want to, you can have my number and text me anytime you want to work out. We can do it together.” He said, looking at you as Johnny chuckled, “really, won’t I bother you?” You asked, holding your phone as he grabbed it, “not at all, now we can be gym buddies,” he smiled. “Yeah, you can also have my number in case Yuta bothers you too much,” Johnny chuckled and added his number to your phone.

You smiled and nodded, “thank you two, so what are your plans for now?” You all slowly walked towards the changing room, “we’ll grab some breakfast and get back to the studio, what about you?” Yuta drank from his water bottle, “yeah, I’m heading to work too,” you smiled, patting your hair down.

“If you want, you can stop by the studio later for lunch. We plan on ordering some boba,” Yuta said, wiping the sweat off his hair as you nodded, “I would love to, I’m off work at 2:00 PM, I’ll text you once I’m there,” you smiled.

You went inside the women’s changing room and began to shower, that morning workout energized you for work. You exited the subway station and walked inside the library, “hello Ms. Irene,” you waved as she adjusted her glasses, “hi Ms. Miyoshi, you seem a lot fresher today,” she smiled, writing down new arrivals of books. “Oh well, I just started working out in the morning. It really does something to you,” you explained.

“So what do you want me to start on, Ms. Irene?” You adjusted your glasses as Irene held a notebook, “I need you to do some computer work, so bookings, meetings, events, author signing, and orders.” She told you, with a small smile, “I’ll go around and clean the shelves and adjust books.” You began using the computer in the office, planning events and reservations for newly arrived books. You were multitasking and doing your work faster than usual.

“Ah Ms. Irene, I’m done,” you bowed as she came down from the ladder, “ah already? That was quick,” she folded her arms. “This is what happens when you work out,” you giggled, “alright, alright you can go on lunch break, Ms. Miyoshi,” she nodded.

“Ah, Ms. Irene, do you want me to get something for you?” Irene hummed, “if you can get me a cappuccino from 7-11, I would appreciate that,” you nodded, “okay, will do. See you later, Ms. Irene.” You waved and left to get her drink, you got yourself an iced caramel latte.

“Ah where’s Yuta-san?” You asked, looking around the room, “ah he’s inside the private room, you can just go inside,” Johnny smiled as Ten looked over at him, “dude.”

You shrugged your shoulders and walked inside, “ah Yuta-san, are you in here–?” You mumbled, walking inside as he was in the middle of a tattoo session on a gorgeous blonde hair woman, she was only wearing a bra and a pair of skinny jeans. Yuta was finishing the final details of the tattoo on her hip bone.

“–Ah Y/N, how long have you been standing there?” He asked, turning around as the woman sat up, “omg Oppa, that looks so great, I love it!” She hugged him closely when she got eye contact with you. “Who’s that girl, Oppa?” She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck in a flirty manner.

“–I’m so sorry for bothering you!” You worded manically and bowed your head, heading out in sheer embarrassment.

How embarrassing to be walking in on Yuta and his lover… You sighed, leaning your head against the door. “–Did you enjoy the nice surprise?” Johnny teased you, “not funny, Johnny!” You pouted and crossed your arms, “next time please warn me if Yuta-san’s lover is here…” You mumbled, staring at the ground flusteredly.

“Yuta’s lover? That is just one of his beloved customers,” Ten explained, “beloved customers…?” You repeated, “yeah, Yuta’s quite popular with our female clients and he tends to do a lot of private sessions with them since most of them prefer him over us.” Johnny explained briefly.

“Private sessions…? Do you mean that Yuta and the clients–” Your mind went crazy and wild with those exaggerated what-ifs scenarios.

“–Private sessions are just tattoos done on either private body parts or just when our client doesn’t want to be seen by someone while being tattooed,” Yuta replied, standing behind you. “Where’s your special client then?” You asked, looking at him.

“Right here~” The lady said, wrapping an arm around Yuta as she practically pressed her breasts against his arm. “Yuta-Oppa, who’s this girlie?” Her accent sounded different like she was from the USA. She looked at you up and down, her arms and thighs were filled with several tattoos. “Mindy, this is Y/N,” he smiled, “Y/N, Mindy,” looking at you obviously being slightly jealous by her presence. “I’ll just clean the room, Ten please file her payment,” Yuta said, closing the door as she stood in front of you.

“Y/N?” Mindy cooed, walking up and staring at you intensely. “Yes…?” You mumbled, rubbing your arm, “are you a foreigner too?” She asked eagerly. “Ah, no. I was born and raised here in Korea,” you answered.

“Ahh, I see~ you’re so pretty! I, myself am from Las Vegas in the USA!~” Mindy giggled, “anyways, ready to pay Ms. Mindy?” Ten sighed, waiting at the cashier. “Right, right, I’m sooorry~ Ten Lee~” She walked over to swipe her credit card, “yah, don’t I get any discount today Mr. Lee?” She scoffed, tapping her long pedicure nails on the counter. “No, not this time, Missy,” Johnny added, scoffing sassily.

“Bye-bye guys~” Mindy waved as she left the studio. “Finally she’s gone, that girl’s voice drives me crazy,” Ten shook his head, “Yuta-Oppa~” Johnny laughed while imitating her nasal sassy voice. “Isn’t Mindy your beloved customer?” You asked, sitting on the couch, “she’s mostly here because of Yuta, she knows places that have lower prices for tattoos. But insists on going here each time in hopes to see him.” Ten chuckled.

Yuta has many admirers… He’s probably a player. You crossed your arms in tiny frustration. “So should we get some boba?” Yuta peeked his head at the door, “all done cleaning the mess in the room?” Johnny asked as he nodded, rolling his neck, “that darn girl made me work in such an uncomfortable position,” he hissed, rubbing the back of his neck.

“You should get a massage,” Ten nodded, “maybe Y/N call help with that,” Johnny chuckled and winked, “what?” You said cluelessly, “I would love that,” Yuta smiled, sitting on the couch with both his arms on the side.

“Great, we’ll get boba tea and you two watch the studio,” Ten waved, “wait a second…” you mumbled, “you want a Matcha milk tea with strawberry nata de coco, and for Y/N…” Johnny hummed, “I’ll take a Jasmine milk tea with tapioca pearls and no ice, thanks.” You smiled, checking your phone.

“The cultural event is in a few days…” You mumbled as you saw Yuta doing some weird exercises against the wall. “Oi, what are you doing?” You asked, staring at him, “my back really hurts from earlier…” he replied, rubbing his neck.

“Then… let me massage you.” You suggested as he smiled, “thank you,” Yuta smiled as he lay flat on the couch. “Yah, how am I going to massage you when you’re lying like that?” You poked his back, “you can just sit on top of me,” he smirked and chuckled.

“ちがいます!” (That’s not right!) You crossed your arms, “then what do you think we should do?” You sat on the couch as Yuta sat down on the floor in front of you. “The floor’s too cold…” He pouted as you pushed a pillow to his lap, “here, sit on it.” He sat on it and rolled his neck.

“Ready…?” You mumbled, “I’m ready,” Yuta nodded, closing his eyes as you began to massage his shoulders as he hummed. “Do you want me to be rougher?” You asked, nudging your thumbs in circles on his shoulder blades. “Mhm~ wah… that feels wonderful,” he hummed as you rubbed your elbow in circles on them.

“This is what you get for messing with my girlfriend, you punk,” Hisashi scoffed, punching Yuta in the stomach as he coughed. “Then learn to fucking take care of her, asshole,” he spat before punching him in the face.

You were sleeping on the couch when all of a sudden your phone was buzzing. “Mmh… Hello, who’s this…?” You asked, answering it as you heard a familiar voice, “Y/N… Please help me–” Yuta panted into the phone as someone was beating him up, your eyes widened as you checked the location and ran.

Yuta… You idiot… Just what are you doing…!?

“Stop it! Please stop it!” You begged, pulling the guy away from Yuta as he was on the ground, bruises all over his face. “–Who are you?” He asked, scoffing and staring at you, “–that’s not important, why are you hurting Yuta-san!?” You yelled as he clenched his fist about to hit you when Yuta pulled him by the ankle, “stop it, Hisashi… She has nothing to do with this,” he coughed, “don't hurt her…” you flinched at the sight of his hurt body on the ground.

“–Learn to not fuck around with someone else’s girlfriend, punk-ass,” Hisashi scoffed before walking away when he stood in front of you, “–and you. Don’t get involved with this guy if you don’t want to end up like him, girlie.” He warned you as you stood there speechless.

“Yuta…” You whimpered, tears slowly falling from your eyes, “I’m sorry for… dragging you into this…” You shook your head, taking hold of his hand, “don’t say that…! Just please be okay, you idiot!” You voiced as he sat up, you looked into his eyes before hugging him close.

“You idiot… Why did you put yourself in danger like that!?” You demanded as Yuta chuckled, “I’m sorry, but thank you… for saving me,” he spoke, patting your hair.

You two sat on the floor in front of the couch. “Oww, oww,” Yuta grunted. You treated his wounds on the face and hands, “this is your fault for being a bad boy!” You scolded him, putting bandages on the knuckles. “Mhm, but you like bad boys,” he added cockingly, “I like smart bad boys, not stupid ones.” You scoffed sassily, crossing your arms when he took off his shirt.

“I can be like that too,” Yuta smirked, flexing his abs as you pursed your lips slowly reaching out for them when he took you by the wrist. “Mmh…” You blushed red, feeling the touch of his strong abs, your eyes wandered over to his butterfly tattoo, “that asshole punched me here too,” he scoffed, standing as you looked at him deeply. “Let’s treat it then,” you said, patting the bruises on his abdomen as he hissed. Looking at you from his point of view gave him the absolute wrong thoughts, and he threw his head back.

You placed an ice pack on his abdomen as you looked up, fluttering your eyes, “does this feel better?” Yuta licked his lips before cupping your cheek and scoffing heavily, “much better, Princess,” he smirked as you got up.

“What’s with that smirk?” You folded your arms, sitting on the couch, “nothing I just didn’t know you were so good,” you looked at him, “–good at treating wounds.” He chuckled. “Well, I’m used to it, Bryce always gets into stupid fights…” You said as he glanced at your pink lips, “do you want something to drink?” he nodded, “can I have some hot green tea?”

“Thank you for saving me earlier…” Yuta bowed, drinking his tea, “why did he beat you up?” You asked, hugging your knees, “it’s a long story, I uh… his girlfriend and I used to sleep together.” He rubbed the back of his neck as your heart sank, “we didn’t fuck but we had something,” he explained as you held onto your knees in frustration. “But I ended it. We were not meant to be together. We used each other and didn’t respect each other’s lives. And we hurt ourselves,” Yuta confessed, sighing heavily.

“That girl he was referring to is Miyawaki Sakura, right?” You said, feeling hurt and jealous as he held your hand, “that’s true but I ended it all with her a few days ago, I don’t care about her most slightly anymore,” he looked into your eyes.

You don’t want to believe those lies even if Yuta was being honest…

“Please believe me,” Yuta begged, you closed your eyes, “I don’t, I don’t know why… my heart hurts so much when I heard her name…” you confessed, tears falling from your eyes, “even though I’m with Bryce… it hurts… to see you in so many bruises and pain because of her,” you cried as he pulled you into his chest, “I’m so sorry, I’m really an asshole.”

Does seeing my bruises bring you so much pain…? Those pretty eyes filled with tears because of the fucked up things I do… Y/N, you’re really a woman who needs attention. I feel bad…

You blushed red, pulling back as he looked into your eyes deeply.

Looking at this man, Nakamoto Yuta… He reminds you of Bryce but the complete opposite of him… Yuta protected you from guys that would harass you and even comforted you when everyone else was drunk…

You fluttered your eyes as he wiped the tears away before kissing your forehead. “But thank you, Y/N.” You blushed red, looking down before thinking about your relationship with Bryce.

If I couldn’t get away… would you become mine?

Yuta lay on the couch, sleeping heavily. 20 minutes went by as you made some Nongshim Soon Veggie ramen noodles, “careful it’s hot,” you said as Yuta sat up, “thank you for letting me stay here,” he slurped the delicious noodles and bit a piece of the soft-boiled egg. “Is it good?” You giggled as he licked his lips and nodded.

“What do you want to do?” You asked, eating your Nongshim Shin Ramen noodles, “I don’t know,” Yuta replied, finishing his bowl as he looked at your lips. “Want to watch anime?” He smirked.

“Wah, this anime is kinda relatable…” you hummed, drinking litchi-flavored Mogu-Mogu, “that’s what I told you,” Yuta scoffed, sipping some juice from your bottle. “I usually only watch romance and slice-of-life animes, this anime is surprisingly good,” you nodded as he chuckled. “You should watch season 2 after you finish season 1,” he smiled, leaning a bit closer to you and resting his arm behind your neck. You just finished watching episode 1 of Noragami, you continued watching a few more episodes as you slowly fell asleep.

Your head was resting on Yuta’s shoulder as he chuckled, “fell asleep already? Heh, I guess I did put you through a lot of trouble today…” he mumbled, feeling bad about earlier, “I’m sorry.” He whispered into your ear as you hummed in your sleep. He carried you in his arms, walking you to your bedroom.

It’s a good thing, you’re not so heavy, Princess. Yuta thought, smiling as he placed you on your bed and covered you with the blanket. “Mmh…” You mumbled tiredly as he glanced at you, “sweet dreams, Princess,” he whispered before leaving your room. He lay on the couch as he fell asleep too.

After an hour you woke up and looked around, “oh? How did I end up here…?” you hummed before walking to the living room to see Yuta sleeping heavily on the couch. You walked over and tugged him with a warm blanket before admiring his cute face.

Yuta’s sleeping, I bet he’s exhausted from earlier… You moved some of his black hair away from his eyes, caressing his cold but soft cheek.

“Don’t pretend to be a bad boy,” you whispered before kissing his cheek softly, “おやすみ、ユタ.” (Good night, Yuta.) You whispered, patting his hair.

“Unnie, I’ll be away for a few days in Busan looking for inspiration to my art project, I’ll be back soon.”

Chaeng🍓 (My strawBae)

Chaeyoung: “Take care of yourself & don’t skip any meals”

Chaeyoung: ”Call me if need anything💖”

“A lot of people are here - it’s so nice!” Irene giggled, fixing her Hanbok. “So we’ll start with the Chinese Lunar New Year at 5:45 PM, next is the Korean autumn festival at 6:15 PM, and lastly the Japanese tea ceremony at 6:45 featuring a special guest…” you hummed, checking the event list. “Right, could you please hang these flyers around the area?” She said, handing you a stack of them.

You climbed the ladder, to add some origami on top of the bookshelves as time went by. “Alright, good evening ladies and gentlemen,” Irene held the microphone and spoke. “We warmly welcome you all to the National Library of Korea’s cultural event, I’m your host, Ms. Bae,” she added and bowed as the crowd applauded. “We’ll start the Chinese Lunar New Year in 5 minutes, please go and look around in the meantime.”

You were in the wardrobe putting on a red Cheongsam, “ah, Ms. Park, should I have my hair done in Chinese space buns or just a simple bun?” You looked at your reflection as she chewed on bubblegum, “Y/N-Unnie, you can call me Sooyoung, no need to be so formal,” Sooyoung giggled, brushing your long silky light brown hair. “You’re so pretty with your hair down, Unnie~”

“Thank you, Sooyoung-ah,” you smiled as she started to style your hair, “have you gotten yourself a new boyfriend now?” She asked, “ah no. It’s still Bryce,” you answered as she sighed heavily, “yah, Unnie you’re too pretty for a loser like him,” Sooyoung clicked her tongue.

“I didn’t know this dress would be tight and this short.” You turned around, checking yourself in the mirror, “no, you look just fine, Unnie~” Sooyoung added, patting your back. “Thanks, Sooyoung-ah.”

“晚上好大家,” (Good evening everyone,) You spoke into your earpiece, smiling softly. “Yah. Sooyoung, you need to put this on Tik Tok live,” Irene murmured to her, “okay, okay Eomma,” she scoffed and started to film before giggling. “Today’s event is about the Chinese Lunar Year, we’ll start introducing the traditional clothes.” You said, walking and pulling the curtain to reveal other women wearing the Hanfu and Cheongsam. “This is Hanfu, which literally translates to ‘Han Chinese’s attire’ and consists of a robe, jacket, and a skirt.” You explained as the model turned around to showcase the Hanfu.

“–That woman in the red dress is unbelievably hot,” one guy mumbled, “she has beautiful long legs,” a girl added. “–She looks foreign, I bet she’s not Korean,” a couple whispered.

Heh, it seems like Y/N’s a real crowd-pleaser.

Yuta chuckled, fixing his clothes. I won’t get beaten by you either, Princess. “Are you ready for your event, Mr. Nakamoto?” Irene asked and looked at him, checking the list.

“And now to the Cheongsam which means ‘long garment’. Also known as Qipao, they can be sleeveless like this red one I’m wearing. But they can also be long and have different shapes of the neckline.” You added, opening your fan and walking onto the stage. “Now to finish off, please enjoy some tea and some delicious mooncakes,” you smiled, bowing your head.

“谢谢大家,” (Thanks everyone,) you walked off the stage as Irene smiled, “well done, you were shining up there Miyoshi,” you nodded, “thank you, Ms. Irene.”

You sat down by the table when you noticed one of Chaeng’s familiar friends in the distance, “Annyeong Y/N-Unnie,” two women greeted and sat with you, “Dahyun-ah and Tzuyu-ya, long time no see!” You exclaimed and smiled. “What brings you two here?” You asked, serving them Oolong tea and a plate with mooncakes, “Chaeng really wanted to be here for you but couldn’t - so we came here instead of her,” Tzuyu smiled as Dahyun nodded, taking a bite of the mooncake.

“Aw that’s so sweet of you two, I hope that you enjoy the event so far,” you bowed, smiling softly. “The Cheongsam you’re wearing is so gorgeous,” Tzuyu said, smoothing the red silk fabric as Dahyun took a picture of you with her camera, “thanks Tzuyu-ah, it’s such an honor to wear this attire.” Ms. Irene began speaking again, “and now for our final event is the Japanese tea ceremony and our special guest Mr. Nakamoto!” Yuta walked on the stage, bowing while wearing a beautiful black Kimono.

“こんにちは、みんなさん,” (Hello everyone,) he smiled and waved, a woman wearing an orange Kimono as she began pouring tea into the cups.

What’s Nakamoto Yuta even doing here…?

“Wow, he’s super handsome,” Tzuyu whispered to Dahyun as she agreed. “Don’t you think so, Y/N-ah?” She elbowed you as you were slightly annoyed, “he’s alright, I guess…” You mumbled in frustration.

“Alright please give a round of applause for Ms. Yabuki’s Kimono showcase and Nakamoto’s Kanji reading,” Irene smiled as the crowd applauded and cheered. “If you’d like, Mr. Nakamoto will do free henna tattoos on table number 26,” she added and pointed.

“Ms. Irene you never told me about this special guest…” You whispered to her, taking a quick glance at Yuta, “well, to be fair Nakamoto insisted it to be a surprise since he knew you after all,” she chuckled, sipping her white wine glass. “You should head over to Mr. Nakamoto and get a henna tattoo, Y/Nssi,” she giggled.

“You look incredibly pretty tonight, Princess,” Yuta cooed, drawing a black henna flower on your forearm, “why are you here?” You asked all confused and flustered by his cool and collected presence, “I was the special guest for the Japanese event, remember?” He chuckled, looking at you deeply.

“これは好きですか?” (You like this?) You looked at him and then at the tattoo, it resembled your favorite flower, “mmh it’s so beautiful, it’s a ‘Forget-me-not’ right?” You smiled as he nodded before whispering into your ear, “but do you know the Japanese meaning behind the flower?” He smiled as you blushed red when he leaned closer. “I– don’t…” You mumbled shyly as he took a bite of a mooncake. “I’ll tell you later, Princess.”

You leaned against a bookshelf. “I’m here because I want to know how you feel,” Yuta mumbled, looking at you as you fluttered your eyes. “I don’t know what kind of person you truly are,” you replied as he pinned his arm next to your face. “I can be whatever person you need me to be,” he smirked, caressing your cheek as you felt your heartbeat race. “What time are you off?” He whispered, “7:00 PM,” you replied, blushing red.

“Sweet, I’ll wait for you.” Yuta chuckled, walking off, “wait! You don’t have to,” you insisted, pulling his sleeve. “It’s rather dangerous this late at night, besides I can drive you home,” he smiled. “Just stay here, let me just get changed,” you said to him as he nodded, you turned around to release your hair from the tight buns and walked to the changing room.

You finished changing as you were wearing a knee-length beige skirt and a white shirt underneath your black coat, “should we go, Princess?” Yuta smirked, fixing his black leather jacket and holding his hand out to you. “Thank you, Yuta-san,” you mumbled, taking his hand as you went down, exiting the library.

“Where are we going…?” You asked, sitting on the back of his motorcycle as he gave you a helmet and stood in front of you, “to my place, Princess~” Yuta whispered into your ear as your eyes widened, he started the engine and drove off quickly.

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A/N’s note: The Cheongsam Y/N’s wearing is shorter (around knee length but I couldn’t find any pictures) Thank you so much for supporting and reading my fanfics, hope you don’t mind the many languages and pictures ehehe. ^^"

– Author L. out

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[ask-serendipity-sky]

I like Tae’s vibe. I actually like the New jeans approach of multiple low budget MVs instead of 1 big bang cause it increases more revenue without triggering the hyper competitive K-pop space.

What do you think?

and this suits Tae, something about him just gives off not interested in the K-pop space. In fact, the only member I think who actually respects K-pop is probably Jimin. I judge this based on the artists they look up to. Jhope & RM like Jcole & Nas, American rappers. Forgot who Suga likes. Tae looks up to older jazz artists. JK likes American pop artists and Jimin likes Big Bang & independent artist. Idk about Jin honestly.

I’ve listened to Jimin’s playlist on AM: Springtime sounds and none of these songs are big title tracks/ singles. These are low key artists singing about their lives and loves. Jimin listens to Alec Benjamin, a guy with a great voice, small but loyal following and purposefully left the music industry behind after making a breakout hit so he could sing about his stories. My flex is that Jimin and I listen to the same type of music.

Went off on a tangent but my point is: These guys obviously have different views as to what a successful artist is. And they are all following that path. I think for Jimin a successful artist is producing good music for loyal fans rather than a general audience. I could be wrong of course. If so, Like Crazy’s success would be heartwarming as everyone and their mama knows that it’s carried by fans sharing & streaming.

The funny thing with Jimin though is that even if he tried to be a low key artist he couldn’t. Yes he does his own thing, sings about his story, doesn’t get major airplay and is listened mainly by a loyal fanbase who lives him and shares his music.

However his loyal fanbase is hugeee, so by virtue of that he’s left the lowkey artist category and also the K-pop category behind. What you mean you wanna release your long awaited album as an mp3?

Thinking about that sometimes makes me laugh. Jimin just wanna be lowkey, regular K-pop male artist singing his tunes then boom #1 on hot 100, Ryan Gosling giving him a guitar, song going platinum in the states(I’m calling it), fans demanding to buy his song. He’s non existent on socials rn and still trending

To be honest i kind of find Jimin fans funny. He said in Suchwita he wants to top billboard continuously. And everyone kinda knew he meant as BTS but his fans said “oh YOU want it? Here you go baby have a #1 on hot 100”. Making it look like it’s easy. Lol I’m sure Jimin knows his fans have plans for him.

They keeping him in the top 50 global just cause and I don’t think they gonna stop. Right now they have a goal to rechart LC also just cause and I’m interested to see how things unfold.

All of these are gifts they want to give Jimin. Almost like they’re proving to him we are here, we support you and we appreciate your music, and to cause a ripple in the company doesn’t hurt either.

Hello,

Ok, this is the only ask I will answer regarding Tae's music so don't come sending more, please!

I don't want to answer Tae music stuff, other anons!

But I'll answer this one because I appreciate that you took time to share all this.

First question. Our opinions vary greatly.

I think with how competitive kpop is, you need that big trigger, especially if it's a debut album. Tae needed to risk it but didn't. For me, this all feels safe although it wasn't intended to come across that way.

I think that his visual album should have been released all at once. I know this way is done to create anticipation but I haven't been pulled into his story yet. Maybe that will change once the 3rd mv is released or his photos tie more stuff together?

It's interesting that you find the aesthetic fitting because I don't lol I do agree that Tae is not kpop at all but this album concept feels off to me. Like it's fabricated and doesn't show the real Tae. I feel like his fans would appreciate that. Perhaps the concepts worked for New Jeans since it's quirky cute. And I remember writing a few weeks ago how Tae had changed his style and if that was reflective of what he would show in his upcoming album. And we are seeing change but not in any sort of direction. I don't see the essence of Tae in this. Or his new style.

I like to see the essence of the artist even in their on-stage personas. I'm not seeing it here.

But maybe this is just me being intense as usual.

Second question. Jimin. I do agree that Jimin tries to tell stories through his songs and he does that beautifully. Even if his songs differ greatly, like Promise and Set Me Free pt.2, they both have that air of Jimin in it. But I'm not being biased, I'm not a fan of both.

I do think the pandemic caused the change in direction of Jimin's artistry. But I hope that he has seen the reception, BB charts and worldwide records, and sees that his music is meant for a wider audience even if the stories are personal to him. We can see that FACE was his struggle and rebirth so I'm looking forward to his next album, which he said was going to more upbeat.

With the right team and tools, his songs can achieve greater success. It is heartwarming that Jimin lovers are still carrying his song still. It's our token of love and appreciation but I hope that the his next project has the company support he deserves added to the fan support he has rightfully earned.

Hopefully we get to see this soon enough.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts.

I really like how you think. Maybe you won't like my take on Tae's music but do you want to be friends? Message me?