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[ericshoney]

The Mafia Boss ~ Chapter five

Y/n's POV

Its been a week since Jay visited me at work. He's not returned since. Lia came back from her break and after getting a bit of girl advice, a self talk and long hard thinking, I decided to text Jay.

Y/n: Hey its Y/n. So about that catch up?

Jay: Hey, you've thought about coming over? Or are you texting me to say your done with us all?

Y/n: I want to come say hi, on one condition.

Jay: That is?

Y/n: Sunghoon's not around, I don't even want him in the house. I get all of you heading out at once would look strange so can you make a plan? I'll drive over now, be there in twenty.

Jay: Deal. See you then.

After getting Jay's reply, I put my phone in my pocket, slip on a jacket and grab my car keys. I sit in my car for a moment. I start the engine and begin driving. I don't need to try and remember, the route to the house a map in my mind. I did live there for nearly three years. As its late, there is a bit of traffic, people heading home, some heading out for a good time. The city never sleeps.

After twenty minutes of driving, I pull up at the familiar set of black, iron gates. The large, golden letter E shining bright. As I pull up, I go to press the buzzer but the gates open before I could. I drive up the long driveway and park outside the big mansion. I see a few cars and motorbikes parked up.

I get out my car, walking up the grand steps and knock on the door. A few minutes go by before the door opens and I see Niki, standing tall, dark locks falling over his eyes and just like Jay, dark ink littering his soft skin.

"N-N-Noona. C-C-Come in!" He calls, a surprised look on his face.

"Thanks, Niki. Didn't Jay tell you I was coming over?" I ask, stepping into the house.

Niki shuts the door and offers to take my jacket. I smile, letting him take it off. One thing I was always proud of is how much of a gentleman he and the others became.

"No, he told us boss had to head out for a meeting, but nothing else." He answers. I nod, happy Jay sent Sunghoon out. I'm not ready to see him.

As Niki and I walk into the living room, I hear the loud laughter I remember. We walk in and I see the others sitting around and when I see them like this, they just look like a bunch of happy young adults and teenagers. You forget for a moment they kill for a living.

"Hey you made it! Nice surprise isn't it, Niki?" Jay calls, hopping up from his seat, coming over to greet me in a hug. The others all look over in shock.

"Hi guys. Bea." I said, giving them a wave.

''Defiantly a surprise.'' Niki said, giving me a smile.

"Is this why Hoon's out?" Heeseung questions.

"Yeah, so if he comes back in a bad mood, send him my way." Jay answers.

They all nod. As I look at each of the guys, I see they have all grown taller, their cute baby faces slightly gone, all of them looking more mature and as the same as Jay and Niki, tattoos covering their skin. When I look at Beatrix I see she's also got a few more tattoos, plus her natural hair colour now dyed a lilac colour. One thing I notice is the guys look much darker, while Beatrix is still her bright self, most probably keeping the guys sane.

"So Noona, its lovely to see you, but how come you've visited now?" Jungwon asks as I take a seat.

"Jay came to where I work last week. Suggested I come visit. I agreed if Sunghoon wasn't here." I answer.

"You missed us?" Beatrix asks, smiling wide at me, the dimples on her cheeks showing.

"Honesty I did, Bea. All of you in this room I've missed." I answer, making them smile.

"Well, we have a good hour before Hoon comes home, lets have a catch up shall we?" Jake suggests.

I smile and nod, hoping Sunghoon doesn't find out. I won't know how to feel or react if I see him.

[parkjayist]

ESSENCE OF ROMANCE: FLOUR(sour) START - CHPT. 1

sum park jongseong is in denial, but the truth is undeniable: he's hit a dead end. how can he maintain his title as a world renowned chemist if he can't even advance his own research? meanwhile, you, an aspiring chemist, have faced constant belittlement from your male colleagues as you pursue your own groundbreaking research in isolation. when jongseong finds you conducting experiments in HIS own lab, he's enraged. he's enveloped in fury when he realizes that you two are trying to research the same topic. yet, buried beneath his rage lies a deep sense of desperation, and he's willing to do anything to finally finish his research he's been putting off for so many years. perhaps you're the missing piece in his research (and life).

pairing chemist!park jongseong x female chemist!reader

genre written series, slowburn, angst, fluff, " enemies " to lovers, coworkers au, 1960s au, smarty pants x smarty pants

warnings misogyny, stereotypes, awkwardness, some basic chemistry explanations in dialogue, irrational behavior, arguing

an hii! first chapter and they're already fighting!! i'm planning to make the 2nd chapter a little longer. tysm for all the support on this series so far!! i hope to hear your feedback/thoughts on it throughout the process of this series :D

wc 1.8k SERIES MASTERLIST

park jongseong always despised when people barged into his lab. the quiet whispers of his name and the staring of his coworkers burned into his chest. his lab was a sanctuary, a haven where he could indulge in his experiments without the intrusion of others. so when he discovered a stranger trespassing amidst his equipment, his irritation surged like an overheated bunsen burner.

“what the hell do you think you’re doing in my lab?” 

"um, it's not what you think," you stuttered, your nerves evident as you spoke in shaky voice.

jongseong's brow furrowed in annoyance. "then what, pray tell, is it?" he snapped, his impatience seeping through. “the one day i accidentally leave my lab open, a random secretary comes in. who knows, what if you blew something up?” he sighed, throwing his hands up in exasperation. 

inconceivable hypocrisy, you thought. what’s truly unsafe is his negligence, leaving random items around in his lab …

"look, i'm not a secretary," you retorted, frustration evident in your tone. "my name is (___  ___), i'm a chemist, just like you. and i certainly didn't come in here to blow anything up. i needed materials for my own research."

jongseong's brow furrowed further, skepticism etched across his features. "sure you are," he scoffed, his impatience palpable. "trying to save face now, are we? well, regardless of who you are, you shouldn't be in here. you could have put yourself and this entire laboratory in danger!"

with that, jongseong turned on his heel and stormed out of the lab, leaving you to fume in his wake. you let out an exasperated huff. men nowadays, you mused to yourself. so ignorant and unwilling to listen to anyone but themselves.

as you cleaned up your lab space, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of resentment towards jongseong. after all, it wasn't your fault that he had left his lab unlocked, nor was it fair for him to place the blame squarely on your shoulders. nevermind that – you’d have to deal with him another day.

the following day, park jongseong was sought out to the main secretary yu jimin, determined to rectify the intrusion which had thrown a wrench into his research. as soon as jimin saw jongseong walk over – she immediately got up, opening her mouth to greet him when he interrupted her. 

“you need to keep your secretaries out of my lab,” he demanded, his tone tinged with irritation. “one of them, miss … miss (___), was in there last night without my permission.”

jimin arched an eyebrow, seemingly unimpressed with jongseong’s sudden burst of anger. “oh, miss (___) isn’t a secretary, she’s a lab technician. although she likes to call herself a chemist…” she trailed off with a shrug. 

jongseong stood there in silence for a few seconds as his cheeks burned with embarrassment. “oh .... well, um … that’s good to know,” he mumbled, his pride wounded by his rash actions.

at lunchtime, you quickly got out your lunch and your notebook. today’s lunch was a freshly baked croissant with two egg tarts. you took a bite out of the egg tart– crispy yet soft in the inside, you noted. you quickly wrote your thoughts down into your notebooks, taking another bite of the tart. you hummed happily, satisfied with the hard work you put into baking these yesterday. suddenly, you hear a chair in front of you being pulled back, the noise of someone dragging it grating your ears. any remnants of contentment from your meal dissipated instantly, replaced by a surge of tension. he looked at you sheepishly as you tilted your head sideways as if to ask for him to speak. 

his expression suddenly turned contrite, and he took a deep breath before saying, “i think i owe you an apology. i’m sorry for the way i snapped at you last night – i was just stressed and caught off guard. if you couldn’t tell from everyone whispering around, i haven’t been able to do much in the lab,” he looked down at his arms, ashamed of his past actions. 

you glanced at him, your gaze meeting his before you felt the need to quickly remove your eyes from him. “oh, okay,” you replied nonchalantly, your tone betraying little emotion.

jongseong blinked at you, unsure of how to proceed. finally taking a seat, he couldn’t help but notice the tantalizing aroma wafting from your lunch. he felt his stomach grumble, a reminder of his own neglected meal. 

“wow, that looks really good,” he remarked, his eyes lingering on the croissant. 

you looked up, a faint smile playing on your lips. “thanks,” your tone softening slightly. “i made it myself.”

you pulled off a small chunk of the croissant, holding it out on your palm for jongseong to take. he stared at it before waving his hands telling you to eat it yourself. 

“i possibly couldn’t,” he said, “you should eat your own lunch.”

however, you were not convinced and continued to hold it out for him. "i insist," you replied, holding it out to him once more.

eventually, he gave into the aroma of the food, taking it and quickly shoving it into his mouth. his eyebrows shot up in surprise as he nodded furiously, unspoken approval of your baking. you noticed how his eyes sparkled with satisfaction, almost letting out a chuckle at his childlike behavior. 

“this is– this is amazing,” he exclaimed, his words slightly muffled. 

“well, it’s all thanks to chemistry,” you explained, a spark of enthusiasm igniting within you. “the role of chemicals and molecules in baking is extremely important,” you leaned in closer, eager to share your knowledge. “take flour, for instance. it's not just a simple ingredient; the complex network of proteins and starches interact in fascinating ways during the baking process. that’s how you can create this croissant right here.” 

jongseong leaned forward, intrigued. "proteins and starches? how do they affect the final product?"

"well," you began, "the proteins in flour, specifically gluten, provide structure to baked goods. when you mix flour with water and knead it, you activate the gluten strands, forming a strong, elastic dough. this elasticity gives bread its chewy texture and allows it to rise during baking." 

as you spoke, you couldn't help but notice jongseong's genuine interest, his eyes alight with curiosity. no one has ever been this interested in listening to you – other than your brother. encouraged by his engagement, you continued to talk more about your dishes, even handing him your egg tart to prove the science of cooking. 

jongseong nodded along, his curiosity piqued. "i never realized there was so much science behind baking," he admitted, a hint of awe in his voice.

"it's fascinating, isn't it?" you replied, a smile gracing your lips. "the chemistry of cooking is just as intricate as any lab experiment. it's about understanding the underlying principles and applying them in creative ways."

amidst the lingering silence, jongseong's unexpected question caught you off guard. "so, i was wondering…  what were you trying to research?" he asked, his tone sincere but tinged with careful curiosity. 

you arched an eyebrow, wary of his sudden interest. "what's it to you?" you replied, a hint of defensiveness creeping into your voice.

jongseong's expression became more timid as he explained, "well, i believe you're a capable chemist, and i could use some help with my own research."

a suddenly surge of anger welled up within you, hot and fierce. had your lively discussion with jongseong been nothing more than a calculated maneuver to lower your defenses? was he merely seeking to extract valuable research information from you, only to claim it as his own? you should’ve known, from all your experiences trying to make friends, that everyone was bound to try to use you. they never saw you as a companion. 

“miss (___)....?” he waved a hand in front of you, eyebrows furrowed with worry. 

"you've never even seen me in the lab," you pointed out, a touch of frustration coloring your words. "you thought i was just a secretary, not a scientist. how do i know you're not just trying to take advantage of me?"

jongseong's brow furrowed, his confusion evident. "no, why would i do that?" he protested, genuine surprise in his voice.

"are you serious right now?" you snapped, your frustration bubbling to the surface. "why would you suddenly want my help in the lab? just to swoop in and take credit for my work?"

jongseong's eyes widened in genuine surprise. "no, that's not it at all," he protested, his tone pleading. "i genuinely believe we could work well together, and i want to give you the credit you deserve."

you paused, considering his words for a moment before relenting. "okay, fine," you sighed, "i’'m studying abiogenesis."

jongseong's eyes narrowed as a spark of suspicion ignited within him. "abiogenesis? that's what i'm researching too," he stated, his voice tinged with accusation. "did you go into my lab trying to steal my research? is that why you were in there?"

his words hit you like a slap in the face, igniting a firestorm of anger within you. he was so kind a few seconds ago, and now he's accusing you of trying to steal research from him. how dare he insinuate such a thing? the audacity of his accusation sent a surge of indignation coursing through your veins.

with a mixture of disbelief and frustration, you shot back, "are you serious right now? do you honestly believe i would stoop so low as to steal your research? that's absurd and insulting!"

your voice rose with each word, echoing off the sterile walls of the lunch room. everyone around you turned their heads, curious at the sudden burst of sound. you felt eyes burning at the back of your head, yet you could care less. all you could think about was beating park jongseong up.

"but you just admitted you're studying abiogenesis," jongseong countered, his tone defensive yet tinged with uncertainty.

you scoffed, shaking your head in disbelief. "so what? just because we're both studying the same thing doesn't mean i'm out to steal your work. if anything, i could help you with your research, but clearly, that's not what you want."

your frustration boiled over, your words laced with an edge of sarcasm. "congratulations, jongseong, you've managed to push away the one person who could have helped you."

as you packed up your lunch, you pushed your chair back with a sharp screech, shooting him a glare before briskly walking away.

jongseong slumped in his seat, weariness etched into every line of his features. his brow furrowed in frustration, annoyance simmering beneath the surface as he replayed the confrontation with you in his mind. the weight of his desperation hung heavy in the air as he realized just how close he had come to securing someone to assist with his research.

next.

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[sunoovamp]

[ar1suu]

𐙚 — ENCHANTED!

PARING! enha!hyung line x fem!reader

synopsis. catching the attention of one of your idols at a concert is already a long shot, so when someone tweets about how an engine managed to catch the attention of not just one, but four members of the band, it seemed downright impossible.

or in which a pretty girl got them enchanted

the best duo + kai

yn

20 yo

fan #2 of enhypen

been a fan since Border: Carnival

all of the hyung line is her biases

current concern: what to wear to enhypen concert

molly

21 yo

certificated lesbian

has know enha since I-land

Jake is her bias, her love for puppy boys is massive

loves yunjin

current concern: does she looks lesbian enough?

kaiser

21 yo

doesn’t understand the hype of kpop

been friends with yn and molly since high school

although he doesn’t like kpop, one of his favorite bands is wave to earth

current concern: when will the next manga of hxh will be released

mlist — next

taglist! ( open )

@rosas-in-the-garden

[bitchylandtyphoon]

Your fate...

Hello! Recently I have gotten into Enhypen and specifically Jake! I wanted to make a series which somewhat matched their vampire concept; I hope you guys enjoy it!

Jake Sim X Reader Part 1 Vampire Au

The trees rushed past your vision as you ran through the dark forest. Your throat is dry from the constant running. Your loose dress was scrunched up in your hands and the slashes made upon your body made you wince from pain. Your bare feet were swollen but you couldn’t stop running, not until you lost track of the others. You could hear their gruff voices not far behind. Think, think! I need to keep running. 

The fear ran through your veins, giving you the adrenaline to run faster. How could they have betrayed me, I never did anything wrong.

“Ah!”

Your foot hits a fallen tree trunk causing a trip face-first into the mud. Grimacing at the mud you prepare to lift yourself when a sharp pain shoots through your left arm. You layer low to the ground and take a moment to catch your breath. What now for god sake? You look over at your arm and see a glass shard lodged through your sleeve and arm, it was small but enough to cause significant pain. Carefully lifting yourself with the right arm, you look over the log, scanning for your trackers. Noticing the absence of shuffling, you sit up against the log to look closely at your injury.

It’s not too harmful, I can fix this.

You grabbed your bag off your body laying it beside your leg. However, taking the sleeve off would not be as easy. You open your bag and pull a small but sharp knife, gently cutting the fabric off your arm. Bits of blood began to trickle down your skin, and the smell of iron coated the air, you had to work fast for your safety. 

You clean up the wounded area with the cut sleeve, washing away the debris with the little water you have. Cool air fills your nose as you take the knife back into your hands aligning it with the wound. The knife enters the wedge between your skin and the glass, searching for the end of the glass. The pain was unbearable, the blood dripped down your arm, the glass rubbed against your skin like nails against a chalkboard, and you barely got to the other edge of the glass. You gritted your teeth as you pushed the knife deeper, your tears welling up from pain again. You push against the end of the glass and feel it moving out. Quickly but carefully taking it out you wince as the shard creates more tearing within the wound. 

You toss the knife to the side, picking up the piece. It was unusual for glass to be in the woods, there were no houses nearby, were there? Out this far? Maybe you could get shelter for the night. Quickly bandaging up the wound with the sleeve, you push yourself up and begin walking, staying late at night wouldn’t help your situation. The least you can do for yourself is die on a bed or without being covered in mud. 

Your feet drag in the mud as you try to find a water source, and the night's chill air creates shivers down your spine.

What a mess I am. I need to keep going… 

Since you knew the area you looked for the basin lake, one of the clean water sources near the village. You used to make constant trips from the village to the basin since there was no clean water elsewhere, being one of the youngest you were obligated to compare to the elders. The elders… oh how you missed them.

The sound of trickling water perks your ears as you hear it from a distance. You shake your bag feeling the empty container, some water would be nice. A bath would be too.

You follow the sound, the loud booming splashes of water blocking your hearing. There was a large pool of clear blue water connected to a small waterfall, the rim decorated with shiny black rocks of all sizes. The moonlight lightly lit up the area, its light reflecting onto the trees and rocks. You ran to the edge, crouching down to feel the water temperature. It was slightly warm but it would be better than freezing in your mud-covered attire.

You take your water bottle and fill it to the rim. The water brushes your smooth skin sending chills up your body. Goosebumps rise on your neck, but you don’t know if it’s just from the cold or the feelings of your eyes. Brushing off the feeling you look at your reflection on the water, specifically, the mud that ran down your face and dishevelled hair. You left your belongings by a tree, looking around before dropping your dress to the ground. 

You dip your toes into the water, ripples following the sudden touch. Taking a deep breath, you get in without much noise. You feel your feet touch smooth pebbles, the water deep enough for your height. You wash the blood and mud from your body with the uninjured arm. You hold your breath as you submerge your head, allowing the current to wash your hair. You open your eyes underwater and find yourself amazed. The moonlight's reflection on the black rocks created a sparkling effect on the ground floor, some light bounced onto your now clean skin. You swim further deeper into the water, grabbing at the familiar green plants known for their healing properties. The light was much more dim but that didn’t stop you from seeing a shadow on top of the water. Your fear shortens the amount of air in your lungs, quietly but quickly going back to the top. Peeping out of the water you realize it was simply a bird. What a stupid bird you think.

You let yourself rest on the edge of the pond, while your legs are still emerged in the flowing water. You take the plant and grind it to a thick paste using a spoon and bowl from your bag, eventually placing the plant on the wound. The paste was already working its job as the burning sensation calmed down. 

Let’s try this again.

You hover your hand before the wound. Purple light emits from your hand, its light illuminating the whole pool. You grimace as you feel the wound closing, turning your head away. The green paste now sits on completely healed skin, you wipe it off and feel much better. A sigh escapes your mouth, what a night. You still had to get out of here and find a place, the chill night sending chills up your soaked self. You reach for your dirty dress and put it back on,  using both of your arms now. You begin walking further into the forest, the trees somehow becoming farther signalling an opening farther up. You were not familiar with your surroundings anymore but you couldn’t run into familiar territory if that meant you would get captured. 

Your hand rests upon the ragged bark of a tree as you stop to marvel at the sight in front of you, a mansion. No light emitted from the windows and neither were any traces of modern structures or objects seen. An abandoned house, how lucky am I? You quickly take that sentence back to your current state. 

CRACK

You whip your head behind you as you hear a twig crunch beneath something, you have been standing still for the past 3 minutes, it could not have been you. You squint your eyes to look for something, an animal would be your best option in terms of safety. You stay your ground for a few more seconds a sigh of desperation leaves your lips. Perhaps it’s the blood loss getting to me.

Taking a step downward, you descend the hill towards the house. 

CREAKKKKK

The black door opens with a gentle push of your hand, and the house darkness of the house emits to the outside. The black floor shines from the moon yet the house still appears gloomy. Hello… you wait for a response, thankfully none coming back. You step into the house and find a small candle on a nearby table, you light it up with a lighter from your bag. The small light brightens your view immediately, but the sight inside is much more beautiful than underwater. Everything was black, the stairs, decorations, ceilings, even the cups. There were traces of a rich life. Huh, approaching the cups you find that there is water in them. There was dust but not enough to be called abandoned. You continue to explore the house while lighting up the candles on the walls and tables. All while you forget to close the door…

creakkk

The beauty of the house was now multiplied by the dozen or so lit candles decorating the hallways. However, the small fire was not enough to warm the cold atmosphere. Water from the pond was on the stove boiling and firewood was placed beside the lit fireplace. And beside the fireplace was you. You sat in front of the fire bundled up in a clean blanket, it was late but you could not sleep. You were hungry and too cold. 

Your exploration led you to find many, many, many rooms. They each were spacey and lacked personal belongings. However there were some clean clothes left in the closet, surprisingly in good condition. A simple red dress was your first pick. The kitchen was barely touched, no food as expected. You took a mental note to gather food in the morning, you had no idea how but better than starving yourself. Another reason you couldn’t fall asleep was because of the feeling of someone watching you, you slapped yourself thinking back on the wide open door. Anything could’ve gotten in, or anyone. You shuttered at the thought. 

There were other rooms as well. A nice balcony for example and a large space, maybe for dancing. There was also this one room that appeared locked, but you didn’t care enough to check as there couldn’t have been anything valuable at the moment. 

You grabbed at your mug and sighed at the empty feeling, you dropped the blanket and went to the kitchen for a refill. Carefully grabbing the handle of the pot, you pour the hot liquid into the mug. Walking to the window with the mug in hand, you peered out to the forest, they must’ve stopped searching now you think. From the height of the mansion you can see the small lights of the village at the end of the horizon, you didn’t know how to live alone, you grew up with them all your life. Serving each injury just for you to be chased away. A tear slips down your cheek but it’s wiped away. You take a swig of the hot water, thinking the pain could get your mind off them. 

It tastes weird… should I boil it again…

You lift your gaze to the moon or several moons. The cup falls to the ground. The sound of shattering glass echoes through the house as the warm liquid reaches your feet. You hold on to the wall, your head pounds and everything becomes slow. Raising your head to the window you see yourself, but you swore there was someone behind you. 

You didn’t have time to react feeling your limbs lose control. Your vision becomes black but you could feel a figure catch you before you hit the ground. Your back laid against their cold chest, their head bending down to your ear. 

“You came back…”

[wrapmeinatortilla]

Chapter 9 - Jungwon’s Persistent Migraine

There are three things Y/n knows for certain:

1.) Danielle is her best friend

2.) Her favorite color is pink

3.) And the seven guys showing up in her dreams are hot as hell

When y/n starts college at her dream university, Decelis Academy, her dreams start to fade into reality. Things that are hidden come to light and she starts wishing some would have stayed in the shadows.

Alternatively, you’re thrown into a world of supernatural beings. Are they friends, foes, or lovers? The choice is yours.

Reblogs are appreciated <3

Chapter 8 ~ Chapter 10

[jjaelly]

X-Change Project

Episode Watch Time: ~10 minutes

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Content Warning: Alcohol, Mention of Food

NOTE: THE ALCOHOL LAW USED IN THIS STORY IS THAT OF AUSTRALIA: ‘CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES IS LEGAL AS OF THE AGE OF 18’

I apologise for the lateness on the episode, I was almost kidnapped, enjoy!

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Previously on X-Change Project:

“He really said ‘ring ding don’t’.”

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“Your first activity will be to play games together while drunk.”

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“Park Jin-young!”

***

Now:

“I definitely heard ‘Mic Drop’, ‘Future Perfect’, and ‘Thanxx’, but there are 4?” Heeseungs questions. Bang Chan nods simply.

“Wait, can we know the artist of the last song?” V questions.

“No, that defeats the purpose. If you give up, just drink.” Bang Chan reminds.

The group of idols sigh as a few of them take sips of their drinks.

“Can I listen again?” Seonghwa asks, picking up his glass from the coffee table, ready to give up, but wanting another try first.

Bang Chan plays the recording of the 4 songs overlapping each other. “It’s your own fault for picking the hard version,” he smiles at the idols.

Seonghwa finally takes a sip of his drink, being the final idol to give up on the question.

“You almost had it. ‘Mic Drop’, ‘Future Perfect’, ‘Thanxx’, and ‘Super Tuna’,” Bang Chan retakes his place on the couch, after standing for the round, and Y/n takes his place.

“Okay, let's go for an easy round this time,” they say as they grab a small card from the pile of cards labeled ‘easy’.

The card reads: “Butterfly - The Boyz, Nabi - Nymph, Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - ATEEZ, Butterfly - BTS. Context clue: All songs have similar titles. Play mp ‘E.32’.”

“Oh this is so easy. Okay, there are 4 songs and the context clue is that once you know know one of the titles, you’ll be very close to the rest of them,” Y/n presses the file named ‘E.32’ on the laptop connected to the speakers and the 4 songs overlap each other, playing loudly.

“Oh okay! Dancing like butterfly wings!” Jongho says as he recognises his voice playing in one of the songs.

“I heard Nabi as well,” Soobin says.

“Okay, there’s 2, there are 2 more, and you still have 5 minutes left,” Y/n says to the idols, who ask for another listen.

The idols strain their ears as they listen to the chaotic noise coming from the speakers.

“I heard butterfly,” Jimin says, hearing the quieter vocals in the background of the noise.

“I’m going to take a guess, based off the context clues going on that there is ‘Dancing like butterfly wings’, ‘Nabi’, ‘Butterfly’ and ‘Butterfly’?” Juyeon takes a guess at the last song from the noise.

“Tell me the artists and I’ll give it to you,” Y/n laughs as he gets the songs right.

“ATEEZ, Nymph, BTS and The Boyz,” Younghoon speaks up confidently.

Y/n grabs her drink, sipping it in defeat, and the boys cheer in victory.

***

“What is the most random talent you have?” Taemin reads from the paper he picked from the jar. Suddenly, he pulls his hand to his face, covering one of his nostrils with his thumb, and a whistling noise is heard from him.

“You can whistle with your nose?” Jelly asks incredulously, raising her voice in disbelief.

Taemin just laughs in his spot on the couch, nodding his head.

“Don’t do that at night. It’s bad to whistle at night,” Jelly mutters to him.

He looks confused, but understands the different beliefs she has, and quickly apologises.

Jelly takes the jar from the coffee table, picking a piece of paper out of it before returning it to the table.

“What is the weirdest memory you had as a child,” she reads.

She ponders for a moment before asking “Does it count as weird if I say my brother cooked a goldfish’?”

“That depends, is there more to the story?” San asks from his seat on the carpet beside the coffee table.

Jelly lets out a light chuckle, taking a sip of her drink before beginning the story.

“So when I was younger, I lived with my mum, I was about 3 or 4 years old. We had just moved houses and there were boxes of random stuff everywhere. My mum used to have 2 goldfish as pets, and she had put the fish tank in the lounge room. My brother always woke up really early for some reason, and I’m talking 4am sort of wake up time, everyone was convinced he was a crazy child. Because of this, he wasn’t allowed out of his room in the morning time, so mum tied his door handle to mine, which was always closed when I was asleep.

So one morning, my brother woke up around his usual time, looked around his room for something to do because he was bored and he couldn’t get back to sleep, and he found a small barbecue. Like I said, we had just moved and everything was everywhere.

My brother, being him, saw the barbecue and thought in his tiny little brain, ‘I’m going to make mum breakfast in bed.’ So, He jumped out of his bedroom window, went through the front door—after having his own snack of ants from the driveway, because he was one of those children that ate ants and drank his own blood when he was bleeding—and he saw the fish tank with the 2 fat goldfish in it, swimming around. He had obviously heard that you can eat fish, so he went to the fish tank after taking the rope tie off his bedroom door, and caught both of the goldfish. After he caught them, he took them back to his room and turned on the barbecue, and both of the goldfish were still alive, just flopping around on the plate he had put them on. Once the barbecue was heated up a little bit, he put the fish—who were just flopping around in their own puddles of water on the plate—onto the barbecue and literally cooked the goldfish alive. End of story, right? Wrong. He burnt them. He burnt the fish that he cooked alive and threw them out the window before mum woke up to the smell of burning and the fire alarm going off. That was the last time I remember my mother owning goldfish,” Jelly finishes her story with a light chuckle as she drinks the rest of her drink. The other idols stare in disbelief and shock at the story, a few letting out light laughs.

“Okay, I’m bored of questions, let’s do the listening music game that they made,” Seungmin says, standing from his position on the couch.

“Wait- Let me put on my Dorito socks first,” Jelly rushes past the kitchen and back to her room. The other idols look at each other quizzically, chickling at the girl.

On her way back to the living room, Jelly spots Kyungjun in the kitchen with a tray of snacks in front of him. She makes her way towards him, looking over his shoulder, and seeing the sprinkles on the bread in front of him, she squeals, yelling for the third Australian on the team.

“There's fairy bread? Jake, look there’s fairy bread!”

She reaches over Kyungjuns arm, leaning on the bench, grabbing a perfectly cut triangle piece of bread, putting it in her mouth, holding it with her teeth as she goes to the fridge behind them, looking for another drink.

Suga comes up behind her, grabbing the soft drink from the door of the fridge, taking it to the bench. “What do you want to drink? I can probably make it for you,” he says.

“Raspberry vodka please,” she says, finishing the slice of fairy bread.

“I was thinking of more cocktails or something, but that will do,” he laughs at her.

He grabs the cordial from the pantry in the corner of the kitchen, pouring a shot of raspberry cordial into her cup and a shot of vodka, before going to the freezer and putting 3 cubes of ice into her cup and filling it with soft drink.

She thanks him, before walking back to the living room.

A sudden crashing sound makes a few of the idols jump in fear.

“Was that the neighbours taking the bins out or is it going to storm?” Jake jokes, making the idols roll their eyes, chuckling.

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Fawn’s laughter pierces the air as she looks at her phone, 3 messages from Jelly sent to their band group chat.

“Is it another cat or is it actually something funny?” Sunoo asks the very tipsy girl, hoping to know what she was laughing at.

“It's funny! Look,” She shows Sunoo her phone.

‘Jelly sent a photo’, ‘Jelly: mans needs to calm down before i lose my mind’, ‘Jelly: why did my autocomplete suggest ‘virginity’ instead of mind?’.

“It’s not that funny. Can I reply though?” He asks.

Fawn shrugs and nods her head.

‘Fawn: foreshadowing, probably’

“It’s about to rain, should we play dance charades in the rain?” Wooyoung suggests.

A chorus of ‘yes’es are heard from the idols and Jin and Key put a hand over their eyes, rubbing the bridge of their noses, muttering to themselves.

Taehyun and Fawn walk back to the kitchen to grab another bottle of alcohol each. Fawn grabs a bottle of strawberry soju and a straw, shaking the bottle as she walks back to her room.

She soon returns to the living room without her phone, sipping on her bottle of soju that is already half empty as the first few drops of rain are heard on the roof.

Felix is quick to turn the outside light on as the idols make their way out the front door, onto the empty street, with their alcohol in hands.

“Don’t get sick, I won’t look after you,” Key calls to the idols as he walks through the door.

“No, I’ll have to,” Jin sighs, chucking at the idols dancing in the pouring rain without any music.

After a few minutes, everyone is drenched from head to toe, and they are finally ready to play the game.

Jin is assigned to be the cards, telling the idols the song they have to dance the choreography to for everyone else to guess, and the line of 13 idols stands across the street facing the driveway, where Jin and Yunho are standing.

Jin whispers something to Yunho and he nods, getting into position.

Yunho suddenly does the ‘Stay pose’—both of his arms straight, pointing to the ground, his legs a metre apart with his knees bent.

“Thunderous, Thunderous!” Changbin repeats excitedly, pointing at Yunho.

Yunho points back at him and walks to the end of the line of idols, the idol in front of everyone else, Q, taking Yunho’s previous place.

Jin whispers to Q the name of a song, and Q takes his position and begins the choreography from the very beginning of the song Jin chose, making Jin laugh.

Slowly, Q moves his hands around his body, interlacing them in front of him, before quickly lifting his head from facing the ground and turning to face the house. He then moves his body to face the left, snapping his fingers, and lifting his heel as he snaps.

“Sherlock!” Key and Hyunsoo shout in unison.

Q walks to the back of the line and Fawn replaces his spot on the driveway.

“Everyone looks like Pedro Pascal,” she giggles as she whispers to Jin, who stares at her in a jokingly judgemental way, but still whispers a song to her.

She nods her head as she hears the song, putting a hand to her eyebrow in salute, “Got it, Pedro.”

Taking her position in the driveway, she begins humming quietly to herself the melody of the song.

Coming to the chorus melody, she begins dancing, putting out her right hand in front of her in a zombie-like manner, moving her right leg as she moves her hand, mirroring the action a second later with the right side of her body. She then jumps, her hands reaching for her feet as they bend behind her body, making a few of the idols yell out “drunk-dazed” in recognition of the choreography. As she lands the jump, the water on the driveway takes the friction from her shoes, making her slip and fall to the ground. She begins laughing uncontrollably, laying her back onto the ground closing her eyes as to not get any rain in them.

“I guess there goes my idol image. Selling feet pics, here I come,” She giggles.

“Okay, that’s enough dance charades, inside, out of the rain, shower, get changed, we’ll play Guess Who after,” Jin says, walking towards Fawn who had now stopped laughing.

Her hair stuck to her face and her clothes stuck to her body as Jin helped her inside.

“I’m going to get another drink, okay, Pedro?” She says to Jin as they walk through the front door of the house.

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“Ni-Ki, you’re up first,” Sky says to the boy, who is holding his glass of soft drink in his hand.

He puts his glass onto the coffee table, and steps to the open area between the kitchen and the living room. As the sound of the rain pellets onto the roof, Mingi flips the paper of song titles to the next one.

Ni-Ki reads the song title, and immediately begins dancing.

He turns to the kitchen, rolling his right arm in a circle twice, holding his left in an angle facing the ground. He then spins clockwise, facing the living room again, then back to face the kitchen in an anticlockwise spin.

“Hype boy!” Kevin's voice is heard loudly over the other idols shouting the same answer.

Ni-Ki takes his place on the couch again, and I.N takes his place, standing between the kitchen and the living room.

Mingi flips the page again and I.N gets into his position to begin dancing.

He holds his left hand out behind him, with his fingers spread as he pushes his left foot along the floor away from his body, repeating with his right foot and repeating the move again. He then holds his right hand in the air in front of him, in the same shape as his other hand.

“Roar!” Kevin and Eric yell at the same time, before Kevin begins singing the melody of the song.

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“Okay, I think it’s bedtime for you,” RM says to Jelly after she falls onto the floor, breaking the bottle of soju that was in her hand.

“No, I’ve got to clean this up,” she slurs.

“I’ve got it, you just go to sleep, okay?” Taemin says to the girl, who is crawling on the floor picking up pieces of the green glass.

“No, no, I can clean it.”

Lee Know walks towards the girl, being careful not to have glass pierce his feet, and grabs her arm, gently pulling her up.

Seungmin brings a plastic bag from the kitchen to put the broken glass into and holds it open for Jelly.

As she puts the broken glass into the bag, RM repeats that she should go to bed.

“I don’t want to go to bed yet, let's play the whisper game,” the girl giggles as she gets back to the floor to help Taemin clean the rest of the glass.

“What is she talking about?” New asks Yeosang.

“‘Whisper game’? Do you think she means Shouting in Silence or Telephone?” Yeosang replies. New just shrugs in response.

“What whisper game? We can play one more game but you can’t drink anymore and you go straight to bed after, okay?” Taemin asks the girl, slightly scolding her for how drunk she is.

“The shouting whisper game. And okay, I’ll stop drinking and I’ll go straight to bed after I brush my teeth after the game,” she smiles as Taemin finishes cleaning up the small pieces of glass with the dustpan and brush.

A few moments later, Beomgyu is standing in front of the stairs, with Jungwon sitting in front of him and Sunwoo sitting opposite him, both with headphones on, everyone else sitting on the couch. Beomgyu holds a large book, similar to the Dance Charades book, and flips the first page, showing Sunwoo the word.

“The capital of South Korea!” Sunwoo shouts.

“The chapter of Judge Judy?” Jungwon shouts back in question.

“The capital of South Korea!” Sunwoo shouts again, quickly.

“Slowly! Slowly!” Jungwon shouts.

“The capital…”

“The Captain,” Jungwon guesses.

“Of South…”

“Of South.”

“Korea!”

“Caution.”

“The capital of South Korea!” Sunwoo shouts the full sentence.

Jungwon just stares in confusion, shaking his head slowly.

“The capital of South Korea!”

“The capital of South Korea?” Jungwon guesses.

Sunwoo nods quickly seeing Jungwon’s mouth move in the shape of the words.

“Seoul!”

Beomgyu flips the page again to show the next word.

“The CEO of Hybe!” Sunwoo yells to Jungwon, as time starts running low.

“The seal of lime?”

“The CEO… Of Hybe!”

“The CEO of Hybe? Bang Si-Hyuk!”

“Time,” San yells.

Beomgyu shows Sunwoo a motion of taking off headphones to indicate that time is up and Sunwoo removes his headphones. Jungwon, who is looking at Sunwoo, copies the movement.

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Jin holds Fawn up as he helps her to her bedroom, walking her to the ensuite to brush her teeth.

She holds out a bottle to him.

“What are you doing?” He asks, confused.

“I’m going to brush my teeth. Just put it on my hands and I’ll rub it in,” she says, holding her hands in front of her.

“No, you need to brush your teeth with a toothbrush and toothpaste. This is moisturiser.”

“Oh.”

Jin sighs as he grabs the toothpaste from the bench and Fawns toothbrush from the cup in the corner of the bench, putting a small amount of toothpaste on the toothbrush, before handing it to her.

She takes it from him and begins brushing her teeth.

After brushing her teeth, Jin leads her back to her bed, turning the light off in the bathroom.

“I’ll get you some painkillers in the morning, go to sleep,” he says as he walks towards the door. He puts his hand on the light switch as he walks, when Fawn’s voice makes him freeze.

“No, don’t turn off the light,” she slurs from the bed.

Jin nods lightly, leaving the light on, but closing her door on his way out.

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Next time on X-Change Project:

“Why did we all get cards?”

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“I didn’t fall. I decided that the ground is a fan, so I hugged it. It just happened to be aggressive.”

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“Oh hell no.”

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“You’re crying?!”

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“Twinkle twinkle little star, how I wonder what you- AHHH!”

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Stay tuned!

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Series Masterlist

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Created, Written and Produced by: jjaelly of jjaellynet

Edited by: “Big Daddy” (That’s what she wanted to be called)

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[naikonothere]

ℳ𝓇. ℰ𝓉𝒽ℯ𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓁 p. Sunghoon × Fem! Reader

• Summary: In which Park Sunghoon has been crushing his friend's older sister shamelessly in hopes to get her attention. Slowly by slowly both of their interactions becoming as a simple little cute flirt. •

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[blackhairedkaisupremacy]

Hi!

I am neo and i would write for txt, enhypen, and nct!

I write rpf and y/n fanfic!

[en-yuri]

ᝰ.ᐟ EN-YURI MASTERLIST! The semi organized vers

SERIES! (LENGTHY MULTIPART PIECES)

i. KIM YURI! (8TH FEMALE ENHYPEN MEMBER)

𖦹˚.★ YURI (유리) is a factional Korean member of co-ed group ENHYPEN and former member of AMI. They officially debuted on November 30th, 2020 with the song “Given-Taken”.

KIM YURI! RELATIONSHIP W/ MEMBERS

ii. UNDER! (STREET RACER ENHA AU)

𖦹˚.★ Minyoung Choi doesn’t understand how she got herself into such a predicament. She was only supposed to stay under for a couple months. Now she’s become entangled with infamous ENHYPEN.

TEASER

ONE-SHOTS! (RANDOM XREADER)

𖦹˚.★ Just Random Imagines written into words to create fluffy interactions with Enhypen (Send Requests I’ll try to write them!)

1. Jungwon

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

2. Heeseung

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

3. Jay

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

4. Jake

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

5. Sunghoon

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

6. Sunoo

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

7. Niki

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟto be added

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please read through this page carefully before sending me a letter !

I'm a nsfw writer, meaning I post and write 18+ content. Minors are not to engage with me or this blog! I write for a lot of groups such as, TxT, Enhypen, &Team and NCT Dream!

My requests are always open unless stated otherwise. Though I cannot promise that I'll be able to write all of them!

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 Rape, noncon, darker themes (like main character suicide, self harm, harrem, member x member). I don't write for male!reader since I can't portray them properly. I won't write xreader with certain disorders like autism bpd etc.. I do not have them and do not want to write them wrongly and offend anyone. I will not write hybrid content, gore/torture. I'm very much a vanilla writer, if that's not what you're looking for then I might not be the blog for you and that's fine!

Lets all be safe and have fun. All hate on my page will be blocked!

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The Mafia Boss Masterlist

Warnings : Warnings: Mature/suggestive themes and language, violence, underage drinking/smoking, fighting, crime, smut.

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Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen (SMUT)

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty (End)

[iwishiwasrichasfuck]

First time writing anything, so pls be nice 🙏 Constructive criticism is more than welcome as long as it actually helps

enhypen!ot7 x fem!oc (not a xreader! So I will describe her appearance, but feel free to replace it with your own!), kinda Niki focused and I'm going to write from a 3rd person pov. Bold is korean, normal is English. 'This' means thoughts

"I THINK there's a man following me" Esmeralda told her mother on the other side of the line, navigating through the busy streets of Paris. She looked behind her again, just to be met with the same imposing figure that's been following her for the past 17 minutes and 35 seconds, clad in black and a mask. "Are you sure? Have you just noticed? Or has it been a long time? Maybe he's just going in the same direction." Her mother answered her. The woman sighed "At first I thought so as well, but it's been..." she looked at her watch "19 minutes and 2 seconds and he's still behind me even after all of those random turns I took to lose him". She heard her mother let out a "hmmmm" and the image of her frowning made her smile. "Go in one of the shops and stay there for awhile. If he's still there when you go out again, go back in and call the police, ok?" "OK, I'll hang up then". "I love you, call me back later". "I love you too, I will. Bye". She looked up from her phone to fine a decent shop, and gulped when all she saw were expensive looking restaurants. She forgot she was in the 8th arrondissement, the rich district. It's okay, just don't talk to anyone and it will be okay, its okay. She settled on a restaurant that looked less busy than the others and hid herself in a bathroom stall. Then she waited, thanking God for the clean seat. About ten minutes later, she went to take a peek outside, surprised to still see him there. She ran back to the stalls to lock herself in again and after a few minutes, called the police "Bonjour vous avez appelé le 17, quelle est votre urgence?"

"Good morning, 17 what's your emergency?"

Surprised by how fast the operator picked up, Esmeralda raised a brow. 'Guess they didn't have a lot of business today'.. "Oui bonjour, j'ai été suivie par un homme pendant 20 minutes au moins."

"I'm being followed by someone, I have been for at least 20 minutes"

"Est-ce que vous en êtes sûre? Où êtes vous à l'instant? Et comment vous appelez vous?"

"Are you sure? Where are you right now? And what's your name?"

"J'en suis certaine. J'ai pris au moins 5 intersections au hasard pour m'en assurer. Je suis dans un restaurant qui s'appelle L' Arôme, dans le 8ème, à l'étage, au-aux toilettes. Je suis entrée il y a un quart d'heure? et j'ai vérifié il y a 10 minutes qu'il était toujours là. Je m'appelle Esmeralda Adel"

"I'm positive. I took at least 5 random turns to make sure. I'm in a restaurant called L' Arôme, in the 8th district, in the bathroom stalls on the second level. I've been here for fifteen minutes and checked if he was still outside about 10 minutes ago. My name is Esmeralda Adel"

"Bien. Nous envoyons des agents pour l'appréhender. Pouvez vous le décrire?"

"OK. We're sending agents to take care of this. Can you describe him?"

"Il est plutôt grand et a une carrure assez imposante. Il est habillé tout en noir, avec un masque chirurgicale et une casquette. Je crois qu'il a une veste en cuire? Je n'ai pas vu son visage, mais je peux le voir des fenêtres de l'étage, alors j'ai pris une photo."

"He's on the tall side, and has an imposing figure. He's dressed in all black and has a surgical mask. I think he's wearing a leather vest? It's black as well. I didn't see his face, but I can spot him from the windows of the restaurant so I took a picture."

"Ce sera assez merci. Nous vous appellerons une fois sur les lieux."

"That'll be enough, thank you. We will call you once at your location."

With that, the police officer hung up. Relieved, Esmeralda stood up and washed her hands, because even if she didn't do her business, she was still in a public bathroom like come on, ew, gross. She went outside and took her phone to inform her mom of how things went, but was abruptly stopped by a tall body bumping into her.

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In an airplane, a few hours ago

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They debated and against responsible people's wishes, it was decided that they'd eat out. Their manager protested at first, but then gave in when he saw it was futile to argue and made a reservation for a restaurant. He sent them of with a van and a staff member to drive them. Surprisingly enough, the trip went well enough and soon the group were oooing and wowwing at the fancy looking dishes, rid of their hats and masks and laughing at other's jokes. Maybe they were laughing a little too hard, because Jungwon spilled some water on his seat mate. Riki, the target of his clumsiness stood up after some good natured teasing to dry the mess in the bathroom. He turned around at Jake's call "Hurry up or we'll finish your plate for you!" He replied with a smile "Don't you dare hyung!" and still chuckling, he turned and collided with a smaller object.

Riki yawned. Loudly. Next to him, Jay tapped his thigh. "Hang on, we'll be there in 20 minutes". The youngest nodded tiredly. He'd been sitting in this godforsaken plane for eleven hours, his limbs hurt, damn it. He couldn't wait to get out, stretch and eat. He'd been to France already, and everytime he couldn't help his awe at the gastronomy. He was excited for the concert too. When they went on a world tour, Enhypen mostly went to The United States, so he knew french engene would be happy with their presence. Hybe had conveniently decided to make their concert public last minute, so Enhypen could enjoy two weeks off for tourism and "vacations" without being bothered too much (well, as secretly as an internationally famous band could). Every one still thought they were in Korea, if all was well. On the other side of the private jet, Jungwon and Heeseung watched movies. Jake and Sunghoon were playing rock paper scissors and Sunoo was taking a nap. Riki thought he looked ridiculous with the face mask and pink unicorn headband, and discreetly took a picture for blackmail purposes. Like that, 20 minutes passed and soon all of the members were in Charles de Gaulle (the airport), leaving the plane. They thought the masks, caps and black coats weren't very subtle but it was better than their faces being in plain sight and fans finding out about their surprise too early. They arrived at their fancy hotel without much trouble, save for having to hide one way or another so that they wouldn't be seen. The agency had rented the whole level for them and the staff so they would be unbothered. Sunghoon and Jake shared a room, while the maknaes stayed together and Jay and Heeseung had a room to themselves. When they all settled down, they all reunited in Jay's room on the couch to decide what to do next. "I'm so hungry" Riki whined. "Hmmm" of agreements chimed in the room and Jake suggested they go eat in a restaurant instead of ordering takeout. "It's been a while since we've been here, I want to explore a bit". But Jungwon, always the responsible leader argued "How will we stay out of sight? Everyone will recognise us, and we can't even take our bodyguards"

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Back to us :)

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Esmeralda blinked. Once. Twice. The two stayed like that for a few seconds, just staring at the other. Her eyes examined the features of the man in front of her. They ran over his thick lashes and eyebrows, his dark brown eyes, the elegant slope of his nose amd his plump lips. She drank in his oh so gorgeous face, and the way his black hair fell in lazy waves and blonde highlights on his forehead, how the smooth strands framed his face. When her brain registered who she was looking at, her eyes widened and she started "You're-!" But her sentence was cut off by a big hand that pressed on her mouth to shush her. "Shhh" Riki whispered. "Who are you? What are you doing here? I thought manager-nim rented the whole restaurant for us!" The curly haired woman tried to pry the hand off and when the fucking international superstar complied, she answered in the same tone and to the Nishimura's surprise, in perfect korean "I was in the bathroom, you must've came in while I was still inside. What are you doing here? I thought Enhypen was in Korea!" Riki sighs, "We're having a concert in two weeks and came early without telling engene to have some time off. Since you recognised me, I suppose you're a fan?" Still stunned at the turn of events, Esmeralda nodded. "Yes... I guess I should leave you alone then. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I understand you need to relax." When he thanked her and just as she was going to leave, Riki stopped her "Wait!". She turned curiously. He nervously gulped. "What's your name..?" "Esmeralda" she replied with a pleasant smile. "Well, Esmerlada, umm, now that you know, will you come at the concert?" She chuckled. "Maybe, that depends on the price of the tickets" He sighed "Of course, yes... Um... Well... I hope to see you there!" And he turned and ran off to the bathroom. Still surprised, Esmeralda left the restaurant hastily to call her mother.

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Riki's pov ;)

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"Oof". He caught the poor thing before they could fall and stared down at what was in his arms. The woman had caramel skin and long curly hair. Long lashes framed pretty green eyes, and made way to a cute nose. Niki found himself counting her freckles, and staring at her plump lips, the way her cupids bow shaped them, and how her bottom lip slightly pouted out. He found himself looking at every little dent, every little detail of her face. He was mesmerised, like under a spell. She was... pretty. Really pretty. Beautiful really, but not necessarily conventionally pretty, at least not according to korean beauty standars. But her wide, slightly flat nose complemented her face so well, and her chubby cheeks were so adorable, he melted. Her beauty was refreshing. He couldn't help but want to hear her voice, he wondered if it was as stunning as her. Then suddenly he remembered where he was, and that Sejun-nim had rented the whole restaurant for them. It seemed that the beautiful girl recognised him at the same time, because she tried to talk "You're!" But he cut her off with his hand. He didn't want the hyungs to hear her, what if they thought she was a sasaeng? He'd interrogate her himself (he didn't want to admit he didn't want his hyungs to see her because he knew they'd fall under her charm like him) "Who are you? What are you doing here? I thought manager-nim rented the whole restaurant for us!" He let her answer, pleasantly surprised when she replied in korean "I was in the bathroom, you must've come in while I was still inside. What are you doing here? I thought enhypen was in Korea!" Riki sighed, "We're having a concert in two weeks and came early without telling engene to gave some time off. Since you recognised me, I suppose you're a fan?" When she nodded, he mentally cheered 'We have such a pretty fan'. "Yes... I guess I should leave you alone then. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I understand you need to relax." "Thank you". But then she turned to leave and Riki just wanted her to stay a bit more, to know her more, so he blurted out "Wait!" 'Shit, what do I say?..... Ask for her name you idiot!' "What's your name?" "Esmeralda" 'Wow... Even her name is gorgeous. She has a beautiful smile' "Well, Esmeralda, umm, now that you know, will you come at the concert?" She chuckled. "Maybe, that depends on the price of the tickets" He sighed "Of course, yes... Um... Well... I hope to see you there!" And he turned and ran off to the bathroom. 'Stupid, of course she can't come without a ticket!'. He looked at himself in the mirror and leaned on the sink. 'She was so pretty...' he blinked and held back a squeal 'A pretty girl talked to me! She's even an engene!!!' He smiled at himself, still dazed and lovestruck. He wanted to see her again. But he knew that if he did, it would be at the concert. And that meant that the other members would see him act like a teenager in love (which he was, but he had his own pride). He was reluctant for that to happen. And there was no way they would be immune to her charm, she was just too... everything. When Heeseung called him, asking if he was okay, he was reminded of why he went to the facilities in the first place and hastily wiped his shirt, yelling back an "I'm fine! I'll be there in a second!" When he returned, Sunoo hyung mentioned absently "I thought I saw a girl go downstairs a few minutes ago, do you know who that was?" Niki blushed and looked down, shaking his head. Sunghoon noticed and loudly teased him "Niki-aaah, do you have a cruuuush!?" Jake took it upon himself to help his friend embarrass their maknae "Wow, Niki, did you get her number". They all took turns teasing him, but he just rolled his eyes 'If only you had seen her, you wouldn't be laughing'.. The day ended and as he fell asleep back at the hotel, he could only dream about the beautiful girl with emerald eyes and a name to match.

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

I HAVE MADE IT TO 1000 FOLLOWERS!?!?!

THANK YOU SO MUCH!!

IN CELEBRATION OF THIS IS WILL BE DOING A THING

AND IT’S GONNA BE CALLED

TXSTRAYVENTEEZPEN

(it wont have it’s own masterlist though)

The name is bonkers but I couldn’t think of anything else

BASICALLY

Over the span of the next however long it takes, I will be writing pure angst fics for members of TXT, SKZ, SVTN, ATEEZ, AND ENHYPEN. Nothing but angst.

It’ll be different tropes, different AUs, not all idol!xreader. It’s about 290 new fics that’ll be coming. I already have the first two written and queued up. The fics will be tagged as #txstrayventeezpen so that you know it’s part of the 290 fic celebration.

I just wanted to thank everyone that’s here, everyone that reads my fics and my SMAUS. It means the world to me 💗💗 you all are my favorite people and I can’t thank you enough for supporting me 💗💗

[vernith]

"Ykw fuck it,

I'm not fruity but women sure are pretty,"

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「 GENERAL SECTION 」

- - about me: vernith/aira. afab. she/her. heterosexual. music enjoyer. reverist. borderline writer. often busy. forgetful.

「 FAVORITISM!? 」 - - what do i like? what do i enjoy?

-> I love, love playing games. - - edit. 5.12.24

Genshin impact. Honkai Multiverse. Roblox. Terraria. P:GR. OBM!. Aether Gazer. Counter: Side. PJ:SK.

「 . . i enjoy listening to music as i do other things, or just to pass time. My favorite music artists are some of the following; Dutch Melrose, ATEEZ, ENHYPEN, DM Dokuro, chase atlantic, Isabel LaRosa, HoYo-Mix, Artic Monkeys, etc. 」

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「 Tags ! 」 z z - - the tags i use, and why? -- last edited 7.7.23

-- #verniwrite ;; for my writings in general, novel, xreader, povs, hcs, you name it.

-- #aire;blogs ;; a re-blog of another user's blog.

-- #vernihow? ;; a tutorial blog, sort of.

-- #airacot ;; a blog where i ramble about a thing or two- in general, just me talking.

-- #sailt ;; salt. A blog bragging about my achievement/luck in games or.. more.

-- #aintroduction! ;; exclusive tag for this post, only.

--#vershitpost ;; for my shitpost posts.

-- #airanswer ;; answering my inbox!!<3

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「 WRITINGS SECTION 」

Requests are strictly xreader or, povs with you as the center and no other characters involved. ++ genre that you desired listed and stuff like that. Just the usual.

! . . 「 Heads up!! 」 - - a fair warning.

I do not write for male reader. My apologies, i'm not really comfortable with that. And i also reject requests that has NSFW contents within it. Suggestive contents are acceptable but not too far. Gore is also acceptable since i'm not very sensitive with blood.

♪ . . 「 Currently not accepting requests.

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「 USERS SECTION 」

☆ . . anons: currently none.

-> this is an anon-safe zone. Feel free to give yourself a code name/nickname when you contact me as an anon, so i can remember you!

#++ . . mutuals: @caramelpancake , @astylea

-> interested to be my mutual? Just contact me! Say a hello' or two :].

// ☆ I'll see you, till' then! ☆

note: inbox is always open.

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Chapter 2 - Y/n has no idea where she is (half written, half smau)

There are three things Y/n knows for certain:

1.) Danielle is her best friend

2.) Her favorite color is pink

3.) And the seven guys showing up in her dreams are both creepy and hot as hell

When Y/n starts college at her dream university, Decelis Academy, her dreams start to creep their way into reality. Things that are hidden come to light and she starts wishing some would have just stayed in the shadows.

Alternatively, you’re thrown into a world of supernatural beings. Are they friends, foes, or lovers? The choice is yours.

Reblogs are appreciated <3

Y/n shoved her phone in her pocket and looked at her class schedule. Chemistry 101 with Ms. Wong; Room 303: Science Building. The words were practically burned into her memory by now. As soon as the friend group had gotten here they all split up pretty immediately, that was the downside of not having any similar majors. Y/n signed heavily.

“I definitely should’ve payed more attention when I toured here.” She spoke to herself. She began to glance around, hoping to see one of the tour guides who had guided her around her first time here. However she couldn’t spot anyone she even remotely recognized.

Just as she was about to give up she spotted a boy lugging around the same chem book that was safely tucked away in her backpack. Y/n shook off her social nerves before quietly approaching the boy who was typing something on his phone.

“Hey sorry to bother you but can you help me find the science building? My chem class starts in 15 minutes and I have no idea where I’m going.” Y/n asked tapping the taller boys shoulder.

The boy stopped looking at his phone to glance at the girl. ‘Damn he’s really cute’ Y/n thought, her cheeks starting to heat up. But the more she looked at him the more familiar he looked.

“Oh don’t worry about it I was just heading there now. My name is Sunoo by the way.” He chirped sticking out his hand for Y/n to shake.

Y/n grabbed his hand with little to no hesitation. “I’m Y/n.”

“Nice to meet you Y/n. Now we better get going I’ve heard Ms. Wong is a real stickler to students who are late.”

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 3