#fictional girlgroup

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This is the night of revelation ◑

The fictional South Korean girlgroup Blue Flame, created by angstvelvet, is making their fourth comeback on February 4, 2024, with the second full length album called 'WHITE NIGHT' and the single 'Enchanted Night ~ White Night'

Check the 'Revelation' Version details!

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SYNOPSIS ⋆ a girlgroup, CLOUD9, has freshly debuted at belift labs. in an attempt to promote the group more, cha y/n is set to mc on musicbank with ni-ki of enhypen, her long time celebrity crush. in true netizen fashion, dating rumors are caught onto like wildfire. however instead of denying them, belift uses this to the groups advantage. ni-ki finds himself catching feelings for her and what happens when this fake relationship, doesn’t seem so fake anymore?

PAIRING + cast ⋆ nishimura riki x fem!reader, enhypen, yunjin & eunchae (lsfm), hanni & minji (nwjns), jaehyun & taesan (bonedo), jongseob (piwon), yujin (zb1)

FACECLAIMS ⋆ illit (CLOUD9), in group/promo yunah (yunjin), minju (minji), moka (hanni), wonhee (reader) iroha (eunchae)

TAGS ⋆ smau (+ written), fake dating (kind of), fluff, romance, crack, strangers to friends to lovers

WARNINGS ⋆ PROBABLY SLOW UPDATES very slight age gap (reader is 6 months younger than riki), kys/die/d3ath jokes, cursing, yunjin is gay lmao, lowercase intended, more tba

STATUS ⋆ ongoing! (started april 5, 2024)

TAGLIST ⋆ closed!

LUCKYS NOTE! ⋆ this is the first fic ive ever written so please have a little bit of grace if it’s not the best! my friend encouraged me to write this tbh and im actually really excited to see where this goes! and feel free to like, comment, and reblog<3

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୨6୧ sick of your ass

୨7୧ bitchless era ending soon (+written 562 words)

୨8୧ none of your fucking BEES WAX

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୨10୧ D1 hater

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐲 𝐄𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭

title: The Butterfly Effect pairings: idol!yoongi x reader/girlgroup member!reader; idol!jimin x reader genre: idol!au, lowkey love triangle, smut romance, drama, short story word count: 6,5K beta read by @chaoticpuff17 (ily)

prompt 1: "but when I near you I feel flames" prompt 2: "I knew the power of a single wish, after all. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world." - Alice Hoffman, for The Ice Queen (2005)

summary: Through a series of events and a lingering phone call, Yoongi discovers that love, like the flutter of a butterfly’s wings, has the power to transform everything—and perhaps, give him a second chance at the one person he lets slip away. A series of moments that etched your destiny. The butterfly effect had begun, and the future was in motion.

warnings: minors dni 18+ | sexual tension, explicit language, possessiveness, teasing, oral sex (f!receiving), unprotected sex (mutual consent but stay safe!), raw sex, love love love, pulling out, belly cum, desperate and emotionally charged intimacy, emotional vulnerability, jealousy, heartbreak, hallucinations, heightened emotions, overthinking and so on (may add some after re-read)

disclaimer: this story is purely fictional, it does not depict real-life events or involve any actual members of BTS. This story will contain strong language, explicit content, jealous behaviour, sexual activity, unprotected sexual encounter and so on.

a/n: I have revived this story last year and came back to it in january. Originally I wanted to keep it to myself, possibly release it when the drought will be more sensible. I impulsively decided to release it today. If you recognise this story, that is going to turn my lucky number this year - seven - congratulations you've been a bts fan for a looong time and most likely you watched this, yes watched. This was a short video story on my old youtube channel. When I look back at the form and stripped language that was filled by visuals, I can definitely cringe a little, but isn't romance suppose to be at least a little cringey? Kept that part, we need that cheesiness from time to time. It has its magic, but really dunno, that's why I revived the story and rewritten it. The original, let's say "script" had only around 300 words and as this story has sentimental feeling to me, I wanted to keep it alive somehow, and it is most likely that I will archive majority of my video content on yt, so I'm gonna let this story, that was part of my first ever universe, to quietly live here. And of course, happy late birthday to our precious Yoongles! PS: fan fact, I'm fucking terrified of night butterflies, another fan fact, I live for symbolism.

2016 In the tapestry of your shared experiences, you wove a tale together—a tale that replays in his mind, reminding him of the radiant sunbeam you were.

Your smile, a gentle sunrise, casting light into even the deepest recesses of his being. Your laughter, a melody that could mend the deepest wounds of his soul. The love he holds for you in his heart, boundless and deep, now bears the heavy weight of regret because he let you slip away.

Your story begins with a chance—a fleeting moment in time when your eyes first meet his. Love stirring within him long before he dared to confess it. From a distance, he was just one of your many fans whilst having a big name himself. But to you, he’s the enigmatic man standing among the crowd during your concert in Manila, his gaze heavy with something you can’t quite name.

It’s Yoongi who first falls, long before the night he gathers the courage to approach you, lost in the melody of your voice. To him, your singing is ethereal, pure as a dove’s cry.

He wanted you to be his dove, his one and only, and his sunshine.

It was a friend who paved the way, introducing you to a connection that seemed like a dream.

"They were amazing, weren’t they?" Taehyung nudges him after the concert. "Come on, I’ll introduce you, Hyung."

"Wait—what? No, no, I’m good," Yoongi protests, but the younger man, dating one of your bandmates, is already pulling him backstage.

When you turn, your smile nearly stops his heart.

Of course you knew who Min Yoongi was, there is no doubt about that.

The moment your eyes meet, the world seems to fade, leaving only the two of you in the dimly lit backstage area. Your smile is radiant, disarming in a way that steals the breath from his lungs.

"Min Yoongi," you say, a slight tilt to your head, as if you’re still processing the sight of him in person. "I can’t believe we’re finally meeting. Taehyung’s told me a lot about you."

Yoongi shifts awkwardly, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his jacket. "He has, huh?"

"Only good things," you assure him, your laughter like a delicate melody. "But I didn’t need him to tell me. I’ve been a fan of yours for years."

The words hit him like a shockwave. You—a fan of his? His mind scrambles for a response, but all he can manage is a shy smile.

"Well, I guess we’re even," he says, his voice quieter than he intended. "I’ve been a fan of yours for a while too."

Taehyung watches the exchange with a knowing grin, nudging Yoongi lightly. "See? I told you it’d be fine. Don’t let your chance slip, Hyung."

Asking you out required a courage summoning of epic proportions, a leap into the unknown. The possibility that you might say yes seemed like a distant hope, but against all odds, you did agree to go on a date with him.

Yoongi glares at him briefly before looking back at you. "Uh, would it be too forward if I asked for your number? Or, you know, maybe we could… grab a cup of coffee sometime?"

Your smile widens, and the warmth in your eyes sets his heart racing.

"I’d like that."

For a moment, he’s convinced this is a dream.

But, for the first time in a long while, hope blooms in his chest, fragile yet undeniable. He doesn’t know where this will lead, but one thing is certain: you’re already unforgettable to him.

Your dates were filled with laughter, shared secrets, and a love that felt destined to last an eternity. Or that’s how you felt when looking into his eyes, observing his soul these past months.

"So," he begins, fiddling with his coffee cup. "What made you decide to start singing?"

You smile, leaning forward. "Honestly? It's not that deep. It was my escape. Music always felt like home to me, even when nothing else did."

"Totally not deep," he says, a small smile tugging at his lips and you chuckle, almost chocking on your coffee. Banter it is, Min Yoongi.

By the end of the night, you’re laughing at his jokes, and he’s falling harder than he ever thought possible.

Thus began a series of moments that etched your destiny. Each a butterfly effect, that would echo through the rest of your lives.

The soft rustle of pages filled the air, the only sound in the dimly lit room. You were sitting cross-legged on the plush hotel bed, the book balanced against your knees. Yoongi reclined beside you, his fingers lightly brushing over yours as if testing the boundaries of proximity.

The words pull you in, wrapping you in their magic, until one particular passage makes you pause. Tilting your head slightly, you read the line again, savoring it before speaking aloud.

"I knew the power of a single wish, after all. Invisible and inevitable, like a butterfly that beats its wings in one corner of the globe and with that single action changes the weather halfway across the world," you say softly, your voice almost a whisper.

"Damn that Alice—" he remarked right after. He’s been watching you in silence, but at the sound of your voice, he lets out a skeptical scoff.

"Do you really believe that?"

You look up, meeting his eyes with a small smile. "Believe what?"

"All that butterfly effect nonsense," he replies, waving a hand dismissively. "A single wish? A tiny action changing the world? Sounds like something people say to feel better about their bad decisions."

You tilt your head, studying him with a playful glint in your eyes. "You’re such a cynic," you tease lightly, though there’s a trace of seriousness in your tone. "It’s not about feeling better. It’s about recognizing that the smallest actions can have the biggest consequences. That everything we do matters in ways we might not understand."

He huffed a laugh, shaking his head. "Sure, but that’s just romanticising chaos. Life isn’t that poetic."

"That’s rich coming from you, Suga." You say playfully.

His eyes narrow slightly at the use of his stage name, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips despite his best efforts to stay annoyed.

"You’re really pushing it, huh?" he mutters playfully, there’s no real heat behind his words. He could not be mad at you.

You smile back at him, unbothered by his sarcasm, and let the quiet between you stretch for a moment before you speak again, your voice soft but firm.

"I’m serious, Yoongi. I know it sounds far-fetched, but imagine if every little thing we do ripples out in ways we can’t predict. Like a butterfly flapping its wings and causing a storm somewhere else in the world. What if, just once, the smallest action—something you didn’t even think about—changed everything for the better?"

Finally, he mutters, "or worse, I’ll stick to reality, thanks."

You shrug, not willing to argue any further, but in your heart, you can’t help but think—maybe, just maybe, one day he’ll understand.

Maybe, like the butterfly in that quote, his wings will flap in a way that he never expected and change everything.

And maybe, one moment, one mistake, one wish will set into motion a series of events that will prove the butterfly effect is more real than he ever imagined.

By the time Yoongi understands, it will already be too late—or perhaps, just in time.

"You’re staring again," you teased, glancing at him with a playful smirk.

"Can you blame me?" His voice was low, almost reverent, as his eyes traced the curve of your cheek. "You’re… captivating."

The blush that crept up your neck didn’t go unnoticed. "Captivating, huh? You’ve been writing too many lyrics, Min Yoongi."

"Maybe," he murmured, leaning in just slightly. "But I’ve never been more honest."

The air between you grew heavy, charged with an unspoken longing. You tilted your head, the space between your lips and his disappearing as you whispered,

"maybe you could turn them into actions."

He didn’t hesitate, his mouth capturing yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly deepened. His hand slid to your jaw, thumb brushing your skin as he pulled you closer. Your fingers tangled in his hair, his name escaping your lips between kisses that left you breathless.

"God, you’re unreal," he muttered against your mouth, his voice tinged with awe.

"You talk too much," you replied, pulling him back in with a teasing tug at his bottom lip.

The laughter between you dissolved into something deeper, more desperate, as the weight of the moment took hold. His hands found your waist, tugging you onto his lap with a gentle yet determined pull. Your legs straddled his hips, and he groaned softly as your bodies pressed together.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" he asked, his forehead resting against yours.

"I might have an idea," you whispered, rolling your hips against him, eliciting a low curse from his lips.

When he nears you he feels flames.

The tension snapped as his hands slipped beneath the hem of your shirt, the warmth of his palms igniting a trail of fire across your skin. Clothes fell away piece by piece, discarded carelessly onto the floor as his kisses traced down your neck, your collarbone, each touch deliberate and intoxicating.

"You’re beautiful," he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

"So are you," you replied, running your fingers down his chest, savoring the way he shivered beneath your touch.

The tenderness of his touch was almost overwhelming, and you felt yourself melting into his arms as he deepened the kiss again.

Time seemed to blur as passion consumed you both, the world outside forgotten. The quiet sighs and gasps of pleasure filled the room, an intimate symphony that spoke of trust, desire, and love.

Yoongi’s hands began to roam over your body, tracing curves and contours with an intimacy that left you breathless. His fingers grazed over the swell of your breasts, sending a jolt of electricity through you before moving lower to tease at the hem of your clothes.

With a gentle tug, Yoongi drew your shirt up over your head, exposing the soft skin beneath to his hungry gaze. His eyes feasted on the sight of you, drinking in every detail as he leaned in to press kisses along the curve of your neck and shoulder.

The air was thick with tension as Yoongi’s hands worked to undo the buttons on his own shirt, revealing a chest chiseled from years of dedication to music and performance. You couldn’t help but reach out and touch him, tracing patterns over his skin that left him gasping with pleasure.

Yoongi’s hands grasped your hips, he gently pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity. His lips danced across the curve of your stomach, as he made his way lower. With each kiss, his touch grew more intimate, more sensual, until finally he reached the apex of your thighs.

Yoongi’s fingers parted your legs, exposing the tender flesh beneath to his hungry gaze. For a moment, he simply looked at you, drinking in the sight of your most intimate self. Then, with a slow smile spreading across his face, he leaned in and pressed his lips to the soft skin.

The first touch of his tongue sent sparks flying through you – it was like being electrified from within.

Yoongi’s mouth moved with a gentleness, tasting and savoring every inch of you as if you were a delicacy to be devoured. The sensations were almost too much to bear – it was like being consumed by a wildfire that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

His tongue was exploring places you could never reach.

He shed his pants and underwear in one smooth motion, climbing on top of your trembling body.

“ssibal…-” you looked into his eyes to see what made him say that, only for him to–

"I don’t have one." He sighed when he realised he was missing something, painfully ruining this moment. But he could never ruin it in your eyes.

"I trust you." You smiled sweetly, offering your mind, body and soul to him. Yoongi’s eyes locked onto yours, a mix of surprise and gratitude flashed across his face.

"Are you sure?" He had been prepared for hesitation, for doubts, but instead, you offered him your unwavering trust. You nodded silently, still smiling.

Yoongi leaned in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, tender kiss. The warmth of his breath mingled with yours as he whispered,

"I’ll be careful, I promise."

He positioned himself between your legs, the tip of his erection teasing your entrance, Yoongi’s eyes never left yours. He pressed his length against your lips and with delicate carefulness he coated himself with your juices. He waited for the slightest nod, the smallest indication that you were ready. And when it came, he slowly began to push inside, his movements deliberate and controlled.

It took everything in him to not start trusting in you with brutal tempo in you because that’s how good you felt wrapped around him.

The initial stretch was almost too much to bear – it was like being filled to the brim with an exquisite tension. But as Yoongi’s body merged with yours, the sensations began to shift and evolve. The pain gave way to pleasure, and the pleasure grew with each sharp movement of his hips. He growled and hissed and your moans turned him on even more.

The tremors turned into shudders and the gasps turned into moans – he increased his pace. His hips moved in time with the rhythm of your heartbeat, drawing out every last drop of pleasure until you were nothing more than a quivering mess of nerve endings.

It was like being lost in a stormy sea with no anchor or shore in sight – but together; you found solace; found home; found each other.

His eyes were closed, his face contorted in a mixture of ecstasy and effort, as he chased the release that seemed to be hovering just out of reach. Your hands moved to his waist, guiding him to rock into you deeper and harder.

Your nails dug into his skin, leaving tiny marks that would remain long after the moment had passed. But Yoongi didn’t flinch, didn’t even notice – he was too far gone, too lost in the depths of your body. His pelvis was rubbing on yours and you could not help but feel the sensation forming into a tied knot that needed to be untangled or you would go crazy.

Yoongi’s body began to tense, his movements becoming more erratic and urgent, you knew that he was close.

"You’re mine," he whispered, his voice low and husky with emotion. "You’re mine now."

That’s all it took for the knot to snap in you and with a bite into his shoulder, you came undone, a crying mess under him.

His eyes snapped open, locking onto yours with a fierce intensity as he gritted his teeth, fighting to hold on for just a moment longer.

But it was no use. With a strangled cry, Yoongi’s body arched backwards, his hips jerking forwards as he reached the peak of his release. You felt a surge of warmth as he pulled out of you, his cock pulsing in his hand as he erupted onto your belly.

The first jet of cum hit your skin like a shockwave, sending shivers coursing through your body. You felt it spread across your abdomen, warm and sticky and utterly intimate.

As the last drops of cum fell onto your skin, Yoongi collapsed forwards, his chest heaving with exertion. He lay there for a moment, his face buried in the crook of your neck, as you both struggled to catch your breath.

Finally, he raised himself up onto elbows, gazing down at the mess he had made on your belly. A slow smile spread across his face as he reached out to touch the sticky fluid, rubbing it into your skin with gentle fingers.

"Yoongi?"

"Hmm?" he murmured sleepily, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your back.

"I love you," you whispered, the words falling easily from your lips.

2017 to 2018 Days turned into nights, and with each passing moment, the magic of your connection deepened. Your lips met often, bodies intertwined, and those three precious words were whispered underneath the moonlight as often as you two could.

You decided to celebrate your one-year anniversary in London, a night full of love.

Yoongi’s hand didn’t leave yours all night, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as if grounding himself in your presence.

"Can you believe it’s been a year?" you ask, your eyes sparkling.

"I can," he says, his voice soft. "Because every day with you feels like a lifetime."

Your cheeks flush, and you squeeze his hand. "You’re too sweet, Min Yoongi."

But the night takes a dark turn as you leave the restaurant. Paparazzi swarm, cameras flashing, voices shouting. In the chaos, Yoongi spots a figure across the rain-slicked street. The rain obscures his vision, but something about the silhouette feels… wrong.

He shakes it off, focusing on getting you home, and carelessly you chose to ignore it—a decision that would haunt him.

That night, passion ignited in your old London home, you love made as if it were the last time. Little did you know, a dark foreboding loomed on the horizon.

As the chliché saying goes, nothing lasts forever.

When you leave for your band’s tour, the distance is unbearable. You talk on the phone every night, his voice your anchor, but it’s not enough. The ache of being apart lingers, growing heavier with each passing day. On both sides. Parting was always hardest. This time, however, marked the start of your fall.

And then, he enters the picture.

As Yoongi scrolled through social media on his phone, he came across a tagged photo that made his stomach twist. There you were, laughing beside Jimin, your hand casually brushing against his arm as the two of you posed in front of Sleeping Beauty’s Castle.

He could almost hear your laughter, see the way your eyes crinkled with joy—only it wasn’t him standing beside you.

"It was just a coincidence," Jimin claims, showing up in America at the same hotel as you. But Yoongi knows better. His coincidental encounter with you in America seemed anything but accidental. He’s seen the way Jimin looks at you, the longing in his eyes.

"Yoongi-hyung," Namjoon’s voice broke through his haze. "Put the phone down. You’ll drive yourself insane."

Confrontation is inevitable.

"You think I don’t see what you’re doing?" Yoongi snaps, his voice low and venomous. Of course God would want to take his only joy from his life. Of course he cannot be blessed for once.

"I’m not doing anything," Jimin counters, his tone infuriatingly calm. "I was being her friend when you could not. If I could find the time, you could have too–"

He wanted to snap back, but what was the point? The damage had already been done.

"It has been a tough few weeks, are you okay?" Corden said.

You smiled, radiant as ever.

"You know what? I’m good–"

"It’s been incredible. The fans have been so supportive, and we’re having the time of our lives."

"Rumour has it, it’s not only fans being supportive." James wiggled his eyebrows. "Care to comment on the whispers about you and a certain someone?"

Yoongi’s breath hitched as the camera panned to you. Your smile faltered for the briefest moment before you recovered.

"I think people love to speculate, and we like to keep things private" you said, brushing it off with practiced ease.

Beside you, your bandmate chuckled, your hand subtly resting on the armrest of your chair.

And he failed to interpret that the only heart you wish to capture again and again, is his. The only man you wish to keep to yourself is –him. Just as he failed to pick up the phone when you were at your lowest.

The fluorescent lights flickered above you as you stood backstage, feeling the overwhelming weight of the crowd’s anticipation pressing in on you. The roar of their excitement is deafening, but all you hear is the pounding of your own heart. Each beat feels like it’s getting louder, faster, harder to control.

You swallow, the taste of metal in the back of your throat. Your hands shake as you grip the edge of the dressing room table, trying to steady yourself. But it’s no use.

The room seems to close in on you, the walls constricting tighter and tighter with each breath. Panic rises in your chest, hot and suffocating. Your vision blurs, and for a moment, you’re sure you’re about to collapse.

"Y/N?" A voice cuts through the haze. It's one of your bandmates, her face full of concern, but it feels miles away. The world spins, and you stagger back, struggling to breathe. Your mind races to find a way out of this suffocating space, but the only thing you can focus on is the crushing weight of your anxiety.

You stumble towards the door, reaching for your phone, hoping to see his name on the screen. Min Yoongi. You need him. You need to hear his voice, to feel the calmness he brings, even if it’s just through a message.

Your hands tremble as you dial his number, the seconds dragging on like hours. The call goes to voicemail. You leave a message, your voice trembling as you speak.

"Yoongi… please. I don’t know what to do… I feel like I can’t breathe. I just need to hear your voice. Please pick up."

But he never did. Out of pettiness. And he might never know that this was the moment your heart drifted away from his for some time.

“Jimin-sshi?” 

The fight escalates, tearing apart the fragile threads of trust between you and Yoongi. Miscommunication piles on top of jealousy, and in his fear of losing you, Yoongi does the unthinkable—he pushes you away.

"You think this is fucking a joke?" Yoongi’s voice is low, biting with venom as he steps forward, closing the gap between them.

Jimin’s jaw tightens, and he crosses his arms over his chest, his expression unreadable, though the slight twitch in his fingers betrays his calm facade.

"What the hell are you talking about again?" he says, his voice a mix of frustration and confusion.

Yoongi’s eyes burn with fury. "You think I didn’t see it? The way you’ve been with her. The way you look at her like you’re already claiming her for yourself."

Jimin scoffs, shaking his head. "Yoongi, you really don’t get it, do you? She’s been hurting. She’s been lost, and you—" He pauses, his voice catching for just a moment before continuing, "You weren’t there for her when she needed you. I was. I didn’t do anything wrong."

"You think that she’d choose you over me?" A bitter laugh escapes Yoongi’s lips, and he steps closer, his presence a looming shadow.

"She already did, Hyung." Well, that was unnecessary.

He shoves Jimin with a brutal force, sending him stumbling back. Jimin’s eyes flash with fury, and he retaliates instantly, swinging his fist at Yoongi’s face.

The punch lands with a sickening thud, but Yoongi barely flinches. His own fist flies in retaliation, catching Jimin across the jaw. The force sends Jimin to the ground, but he’s quick to rise, wiping the blood from his lip, a crazed fire burning in his eyes.

"You don’t get to decide who she loves or is friends with," Jimin snarls, launching himself at Yoongi once again.

Yoongi doesn’t back down. He meets Jimin’s attack head-on, throwing another punch that lands square on Jimin’s chest. The impact knocks the wind out of him, but Jimin is relentless. He swings again, this time landing a punch to Yoongi’s ribs, causing him to gasp for air.

The room fills with the sound of grunting, the sharp crack of fists meeting flesh, as the two men collide in a brutal dance. Neither one willing to back down, neither one willing to give up on the one person they both thought they could have.

The fight rages on, fueled by years of unspoken feelings, regret, and the desperation to possess something they once had. Neither one of them can stop. Not yet.

Yoongi’s vision blurs from the pain, but all he can see is the face of the woman they both love. The woman he pushed away, the woman he thought he’d never lose.

He throws another punch. And another. Until, finally, exhaustion takes over and both of them collapse, panting, bloodied, and bruised.

They lie there, staring at the ceiling, the quiet after the storm heavy between them. There are no words, no apologies. Just the silent understanding that this fight isn’t over. Not by a long shot.

"She needed someone, she needed a friend, and I was there. You can’t even face the reality of what you did, Hyung."

Yoongi paces back and forth, the usual calmness in his movements replaced by something frantic, desperate.

You can feel the air between you both crackling with the weight of unspoken things.

"You don’t understand," Yoongi mutters, voice tight with strain. His hands grip his hair, his frustration leaking out in short bursts of breath. "I’m trying to protect us. From everything. From him."

You watch him, trying to process the words as they tumble out, but nothing makes sense. "Protect us?" you repeat, the disbelief clear in your voice. "You’ve been pushing me away, Yoongi. For months. And for what? Because you’re scared of my friendship with Jimin?"

Yoongi halts in his tracks, fists clenching at his sides. His gaze meets yours, but there's no anger in it—only confusion and something darker, something that cuts deeper than anything you’ve seen before.

"I’m not scared," he snaps, though you can hear the lie. "I saw the way he looked at you. I saw how he’s been around you. I don’t need to be blind to know what’s happening."

"You’re the one who’s been blind," you respond, your voice shaking with the weight of your words.

Truth to be told, Min Yoongi thought that pushing you away would be the best decision in protecting his heart and mind. That is, he desperately hoped that it would hurt less if you left first. But now he does not know what to do.

"I needed you, Yoongi."

"I'm sorry."

You want to tell him that whatever he thinks, it isn’t true, that you never stopped loving him, but how could you? When he pushed you away, when he let his insecurities dictate his actions? The silence between you grows, each second feeling like an eternity.

Finally, you whisper, your voice barely audible.

"Maybe we should give each other some space."

Yoongi’s face pales at the words, as if they were a physical blow. Even though he already pushed you away, even though you two have already ended before you managed to try and heal yourself, and even though he still loves you — he is gonna let you go.

"Space?" His voice is strained, as though he’s trying to make sense of what just left your lips. "Is that what you want?" He repeats the question as if testing the words, seeing if they fit in this reality, this broken moment.

"I need to figure out who I am without this... without all this noise,-" you say, the words tasting foreign on your tongue.

"-Maybe we both do."

2019 Without thinking, his hands slam down onto the keys of the piano, thinking of it again.

The sound is discordant, jarring, like a scream in the silence of the room. It’s harsh, unrefined, the music spilling out of him with no intention of harmony. The notes clash together, offbeat and uneven, like the storm of emotions swirling in his chest.

He doesn’t stop.

His fingers move in frantic, erratic motions, slamming onto the keys with no care for melody, only for release. The piano groans beneath the violent force of his hands, its strings crying out in protest as Yoongi pours all of his frustration, his anger, his grief into the sound.

Each strike of the keys feels like a punch to the gut, a way to force his emotions into the open. The rhythm is chaotic, wild, as if he’s trying to chase away the ghosts that haunt him, the ghosts of regret and loss, of the one person he never should have let go.

The music is raw and broken, just like him.

Yoongi’s hands move faster, harder, his whole body tensing with each harsh note. His breath comes in ragged bursts, chest rising and falling with the violent rhythm of his actions. He feels the sweat on his brow, his heart racing, the jagged melody tearing at his insides, but it’s the only thing that feels real right now.

His fingers slip on the keys, his palm knocking against them in a way that sends a sharp, almost painful dissonance through the air. The piano groans again, as if asking him to stop, but Yoongi doesn’t. He can’t.

The sound is deafening, and yet, the silence inside him grows louder.

The piano sits there in the aftermath, the dissonant notes hanging in the air, a reminder of all the pain he cannot escape. Yoongi stares at the keys, his eyes unfocused, feeling like he’s just shattered every last piece of himself in the name of something he doesn’t know how to fix.

It’s too late for redemption.

When he realised the extent of his folly, it was too late. Yoongi did not take the word space as literally as you would. You were his star, so how come you managed to fade in his orbit so quickly he could not stop it. You vanished from his life, severing all ties, blocking his number, and disappearing from social media. Desperation to reach you met barriers, and Jimin, the one who was there after everything, found a place in your heart, shattering his.

The messages, the calls—he’s done it all. He’s searched for any sign of you, clinging to the faintest hope that maybe, just maybe, you’ll answer. But each time, it’s the same. Your name is blocked. Your presence erased.

His phone lies in his hand, screen glowing with another failed attempt to contact you. He drops it onto the table, the sound of it hitting the wood sharp in the otherwise silent room.

"She’s gone," he mutters to himself, barely able to hear his own voice. "She’s gone, and it’s my fault."

The door to his mental space swing open unexpectedly, and in walks Jimin, the last person Yoongi wants to think of right now.

"You’re still trying?" Jimin’s voice cuts through the air, and Yoongi looks up, his face pale, eyes darkened with exhaustion. Yoongi has never been seen like this—so completely defeated.

"I need to talk to her," Yoongi says, his words shaky. "I need to fix this."

Jimin steps forward, a small, almost pitying smile on his face. "You don’t get it, do you? You already lost her, Yoongi. And honestly, you don’t deserve another chance."

The words hit Yoongi harder than he expected, the weight of Jimin’s words sinking deep. His jaw tightens as he stands up, his voice low but raw. "What the hell are you talking about? You don’t know anything."

Jimin doesn’t flinch, his venom directed to poison Yoongi's mind with a coldness that makes his stomach twist. "I know everything," Jimin replies softly. "I’ve seen how you treated her. How you pushed her away. How you let your jealousy and your insecurities ruin something beautiful."

Yoongi’s fists clench, the anger simmering just below the surface, but before he can snap back, and Jimin continues.

"After all the shit you put her through, that she won’t even admit out loud, because she loves you that much. But I’m the one who’s been there for her. I’m the one she turned to when you were too blind to see her pain. I’m the one who stayed when you let her slip away." Jimin’s eyes narrow, and for a moment, it’s as if he’s daring Yoongi to argue with him.

"Get out of my fucking head!" He shouted.

Yoongi feels the sharp sting of truth in those words, but he’s not ready to give up yet. "She won’t stay with you," he says, trying to mask his pain with defiance. "She’s not yours to have."

Jimin’s tone is colder than Yoongi’s ever heard it. "I’m not trying to steal her from you, Yoongi. I’m not the one who messed this up. But I’m not going to let you break her anymore, either–"

"Stop!" He needs block him out somehow.

"You had your fucking chance."

You let him get into your heart and that broke him.

"STOP!"

Silence. He's gone.

But all Yoongi's mind resonated with, all he heard, was that you love him. Despite everything. He wanted to hold onto that. He needed to hold onto that.

Yoongi stands in the middle of the room, his fingers gripping the edges of the polaroid picture. The image in his hand is of you, the moment captured so perfectly—your smile, bright and carefree, as if the world had no weight. He can almost hear the laughter between the two of you, that warmth in your voice, the light in your eyes that once made him feel like he was home.

But now it feels like a cruel reminder. A shard of something he can’t touch anymore, something he broke.

His breath catches in his throat as his eyes scan the photo once more, but it’s too much. The memories flood back—the quiet moments, the shared silences, the warmth of your skin against his, the sweetness of your words. He can’t breathe. The pain is suffocating.

The room is dim, the only light coming from the weak glow of the bathroom lamp. Yoongi stares down at the polaroid, his thumb brushing lightly across your image, tracing the edge of your face, as though trying to hold on to the last piece of you that he has.

But he can’t.

His hand clenches around the photo, the corners crumpling slightly as the tension builds in his chest. His eyes flicker to the bathtub in the corner of the room, an empty vessel, its porcelain surface cold and lifeless. Without a second thought, he walks over and places the photo gently on the edge, like a sacrificial offering, before reaching for the lighter in his pocket.

The flick of the flame is harsh in the stillness. The flame dances briefly, casting flickering shadows on the walls before it touches the edge of the picture. Yoongi watches with a quiet intensity as the photo begins to burn, the flames curling along the edges, eating away at the image of you with a cruel hunger. The smell of burning paper fills the room, bitter and heavy.

Yoongi doesn’t move, not at first. He watches as the polaroid warps, the edges curling, the picture’s colors bleeding into the smoke. The flame licks at the photo, devouring your face, your smile, until all that’s left is ashes, falling softly into the empty tub. He feels nothing, not relief, not catharsis—just emptiness.

The fire has consumed everything, leaving nothing behind but the remnants of what once was.

Yoongi stares at the ashes in the tub, a hollow ache in his chest.

Through trials and tribulations, one truth remains etched in his soul: he loved you deeply. In the depths of his heart, he believes that your love is irreplaceable, a bond that refuses to be extinguished.

He remembers your words, the quiet conviction in your voice when you’d talked about. A single wish. A tiny action changing everything.

Did it?

Today would mark your third anniversary. That’s how long he had to endure life without you. 

The flutter of the phone in his hand feels almost like the beat of wings. The fragile, trembling wings of something impossibly delicate—something that could undo the years of silence, the years of regret, with a single choice.

A single touch.

The resonating sound of his phone ringing pulls Yoongi from his dark thoughts. He picks it up, the vibrations of his heart echoing in his fingertips as the number flashes across the screen.

Your name.

His breath catches in his throat as his thumb hovers over the answer button. His mind races—What does this mean? Why now? He’s been waiting for this moment for so long, and yet, part of him is afraid to hear what you’ll say. He can’t remember the last time he felt this alive—and terrified—at the same time. The ringing continues, each second dragging on as his thoughts spiral in a mix of confusion and fear. He wants to answer it, to finally hear your voice, but there's a knot in his throat, choking him.

After everything you have been through...

He closes his eyes, the images of you flashing before him—your smile, your laughter, the way your presence seemed to light up his world.

He truly loved you.

He could still hear the soft, melodic sound of your voice in his ear, feel the warmth of your skin against his. Every moment with you felt like a dream. He thought he had forever. He thought you were his. But then he let his insecurities and pride drive a wedge between you, letting you go when he should have held on tighter.

You were the sun.

The ache in his chest intensifies, the memories more vivid now—your laughter ringing through the air, filling him with warmth and joy. The way you would look at him, the way you’d always know how to make him feel like the only person in the room. 

A faded star in his orbit he wished to return to the sky.

Your love had been a light, cutting through the darkness that always seemed to surround him. And he’d selfishly thrown it away.

He loved your smile. He loved your laugh.

It was the simplest things that he misses the most—your warmth, the way you made him feel alive.

He loved you so much.

He never said it enough. Never showed it enough. The truth he’s now facing is that he could never have loved you more. The regret, the pain—it gnaws at him, a constant reminder of his failure.

He will never forgive himself for letting you go.

He presses a hand to his chest, as if to silence the ache, the guilt that claws at his insides. He’d thought he was protecting himself. He thought pushing you away would keep him from getting hurt. But all it did was destroy everything.

But deeply in his heart you and he knows you belong together.

He can feel it in his bones. There’s no one else. There never will be.

We belong together, love.

His finger trembles as he swipes the screen.

"Min Yoongi, I can’t believe we are finally meeting. Taehyung’s told me a lot about you."

The wings of the butterfly, once fragile and uncertain, have begun to beat, and Yoongi can feel the world shifting in ways he never thought possible.

Like a night butterfly to a flame.

"He has, huh?"

©pennyellee 2018-2025. please do not repost

Don't be a silent reader, let's be friends chummers! ♥

lots of love, p.

[kkoga]

Pretty eyes, jeung yoonchae x IVE!fem!reader

A/N : this is my own little valentine special, so sorry it's a bit late. Had to work my ass off for the collab, and js so yk i also have a dani angst fic in the works so def watch out for that one

Warning ! Mentions of homophobia, foul words, definitely NOT proofread

Disclaimer ! Everything written is pure fiction. No person is an accurate representation of themselves.

Now playing ! Pretty eyes by zehdi

Wc — i don't know ok. I pulled this out my ass. Its not even valentines anymore. It was supposed to be a val special. Watch me jump off the cliff.

Divider creds : @steviebbboi

Yoonchae hesitantly holds hands with Y/n. Even though they were holding hands below the table, it was still incredibly risky. Considering the fact that both girls were idols, and from different groups no less, would completely destroy their career.

Yoonchae hated this. The korean hated the hiding, the concealing. She wants to show off her girlfriend to the world, to shout and tell them the one and only person she loved was none other than Y/n L/n.

But the Korean knew she had no choice. Gay people were gravely frowned upon in Korea. The girl doesn't even know whether or not her own parents would support her.

Y/n was even more popular than Yoonchae. The girl was a member of the famous girlgroup IVE, a group every junior admired.

The two had initially met at an award show. Y/n, ever so confident, approached the Korean first. Yoonchae was incredibly shy at first, thinking, "There is no way Y/n of IVE is talking to me right now."

But after a couple weeks, the two girls had grown close. Too close, for Yoonchae's liking. After a few months, Yoonchae noticed her heartbeat was too fast around the girl, her words almost always getting jumbled up whenever within the vicinity of her bestfriend. It was pathetic, really. Y/n never let's her live it down.

Yoonchae had a feeling she knew why she felt that way, but growing up in a traditional house, the girl tried convincing herself it wasn't true. She had nothing against gay people of course, but the internalised homophobia the Korean had to grow up with was starting to hit her hard.

Yoonchae ran to an old friend for help, who had calmly asked her two questions.

"Alright, let me ask you two questions. Would the world end if you came out as gay?" Yoonchae was weirded out by the question.

"What? That doesn't even make sense.." Her friend sighed.

"I didn't mean it literally, Yoons. I meant would it feel like your world was ending?" Yoonchae almost immediately answered.

"But my— my parents wouldn't... and the public, good god, my fans. I can't be—" Her friend then interrupted her.

"Now imagine Y/n with someone else. Someone who most definitely isn't you. Would you be able to bear that? Does that seem like it's worse than your world 'ending'?" Yoonchae paused, her expression filled with every negative emotion possible. Anger, sadness, and confusion were all neatly displayed on her face.

".... yes." Her friend smiled, content with Yoonchae's answer.

"There's your answer."

After the conversation, Yoonchae had taken a day off. To think about herself, and her feelings. It was definitely a big thing to process, the fact that she had apparently never liked men. The Korean had always questioned where the "spark" her friends always mentioned was. But now that she had thought about it, the girl now knew why.

It took a while, but eventually, Yoonchae had finally accepted herself for who she was. However, the Korean still come out to her members. She wasn't ready yet.

But now, after successfully confessing to Y/n and having been together for the past two years, the Korean finally considered herself ready.

And today, she was going to ask Y/n if she would like to meet her members. Not as a friend, but as her partner, as the love of her life.

As Yoonchae got in Y/n's newly acquired car, one she got right after earning her license, the Korean took it as a good time to ask.

"Y/n? Can i ask you something?" The girl was nervous. What if she said no?

"Yes Yoons? What's up?"

"I.. i want to introduce you. To my members, I mean." Y/n was shocked, but excited. Extremely excited.

"Really?"

"Really. I'm ready, Y/n. I want them to know I have a beautiful wonderful girlfriend who takes care of me every single day." Y/n, so enamoured by Yoonchae's braveness, leans over for an excited and cheeky kiss.

"Love you soo much Yoon!"

Yoonchae warmly smiles, "Love you too hun."

It was finally the day. Today, Y/n was going to introduce herself to Yoonchae's members as her girlfriend. Well, not immediately, but eventually.

Yoonchae had carefully planned out the afternoon. First, she would get her members to warm up to Y/n. Then during dinner, finally tell them something— or rather someone she's been keeping a secret for far too long.

Y/n nervously rings the doorbell, adjusting her collar just before Manon, one of Yoonchae's bandmates, answer the door.

"Hey girl so nice to meet you, Yoonchae's friend right?" Y/n nods, and returns Manon's smile.

"Come in girl, she's like in her room right now." Y/n hesitantly walks into the house and is met with Megan and Daniela on the couch, Sophia and Lara apparently in the kitchen, and Yoonchae exiting her room.

"Y/n! Hi! Sorry, I had to grab my switch. Let's play now." Yoonchae shot Y/n a cheeky smile, one she undoubtedly fell for.

"Oh you are going DOWN! Also hi, nice to meet you guys." Megan and Daniela sweetly greet the girl, finding the difference of her demeanour with them and Yoonchae silly.

It has been four hours since you and Yoonchae have started playing on her switch, the game projected on the TV. An hour in, Megan and Lara had joined you and Yoonchae's games of Mario Cart.

Yoonchae couldn't help the warm smile slowly creep up her face. It was nice. Seeing you interact with her members was just so— natural.

Sophia and Lara were peacefully sat on the couch, Manon taking pictures in the corner of the livingroom. It was as if Y/n was already a part of them, a part of their little family. And Yoonchae loved it.

By now, it was already dark outside. Dinnertime was approaching, and Yoonchae had to prepare herself. They liked her so far, nothing bad is gonna happen.

As they all ate on the dinner table, Manon started a conversation.

"I still can't believe you're friends with Y/n from IVE Yoonchae, How did you guys even meet?" The couple looked at each other, a cheeky smile on both their faces.

"Oh, we met because of a common friend. That's all." Manon nodded in response, and Lara looked at Yoonchae and Y/n a little suspiciously.

As they all finished off their food, Yoonchae had very suddenly asked them all to sit on the couch, which confused her members. But they obeyed nonetheless, curious as to what their maknae had to say.

They all lined up on the couch in order, Manon, Daniela, Lara, Megan, and Sophia. While Yoonchae and Y/n stood in front of the five.

"I just wanted to say..." Yoonchae said as she held your hand, doing so in a romantic manner. Lara's eyes shot up, as if saying "I FUCKING KNEW IT!"

"I'm dating Y/n. I like girls. The whole point of today was to get you all to warm up to her." Yoonchae wasn't sure how her members would react, but she was pretty sure at least Megan and Manon were gay, so it wouldn't be that bad.

Barrages of questions were shot from Daniela and Manon's mouth, and Lara asking for her 10 dollars from Megan could be heard too. But all Sophia did was send the couple a warm smile. The leader kindly asked them all to shut the fuck up, and after the rest did as she said, she calmly and proudly told the couple.

"I'm proud. Thank you both for trusting us, and congrats on your relationship. You don't have to give us all the information about your relationship now— you can do that as the night progresses. Let's just enjoy the night, yeah? You should sleep over Y/n." Yoonchae teared up, and Y/n did too, thankful the Katz were accepting.

Yoonchae leaned in to Y/n's ear, and whispered, "Love you." Y/n giggled like a little kid, and gave her a little cheek kiss, which resulted in reactions from the rest of Katseye.

[momhwa1117]

HELLOOOO..... IT'S MEEEEE

I like RAIN..COFFEE...CATS..AND....

╰⁠(⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)⁠��� BOOKS:

I usually read almost every genre of books..maybe not non-fiction...read two books found out not my cup of coffee...

I mostly enjoy reading fantasy,romance and crime thrillers...and recently have been digging into dystopian books a lot.

MY FAVOURITE BOOKS TILL NOW

KING OF WRATH

THE SECRET HISTORY

BOOK THIEF

THE CRUEL PRINCE TRILOGY

THE EMPYREAN SERIES

THE INHERITANCE GAMES

GOOD GIRL'S GUIDE TO MURDER

FINAL OFFER

ONE DARK WINDOW

HOW TO KILL MEN AND GET AWAY WITH IT

PRIDE AND PREJUDICE

EMMA

WELCOME TO HYUNAM-DONG BOOKSHOP

TENDER IS THE FLESH

ANIMAL FARM

THE NATURALS SERIES

SILENT PATIENT

╰⁠(⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)⁠➝KPOP:

I got into K-pop back in 2019...KILL THIS LOVE BY BLACKPINK being my first song (actually Gangnam Style but when I heard it I had no idea it was k-pop )

I USED TO BE A MULTI STAN BUT NOW I DON'T THINK I CAN BE THAT WHEN MY ULT GROUP IS GAYTEEZ I MEAN... ATEEZ

GIRLGROUPS I STAN

TWICE

DREAMCATCHER

BLACKPINK

(G)- IDLE

As for Boy group.... it's

ATEEZ

I love everyone in Ateez...but might be a little too much HWA BIASED....(not my fault have you seen him)

ฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅฅ/ᐠ ‧̫‧ ᐟ\ฅ

GROUPS I LIKE TO LISTEN AT CERTAIN TIMES :

SEVENTEEN

P1HARMONY

GOT7

STRAY KIDS

NCT

EVERGLOW

BABYMONSTER

AESPA

TXT

ITZY

KARD

ENHYPEN

KISS OF LIFE

OTHER ARTISTS WHOM I LIKE LISTENING TO ARE EMEI,NATALIE JANE,IU,XG,SOFIA ISELLA and few more whose name I can't just remember rn

╰⁠(⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠ᗜ⁠ ⁠･⁠ ⁠)⁠➝ MANHWA/MANGA/WEBTOON:

I have read quite a lot of manhwas compared to webtoons and manga My favourite manga would be MY DEAREST SELF WITH MALICE AFORETHOUGHT

FAVOURITE MANHWAS/WEBTOONS

BEWARE THE VILLAINESS

GET SCHOOLED

THE VILLAINESS TURNS THE HOURGLASS

SOLO LEVELING

I'M THE MAX LEVEL NEWBIE

DEATH IS THE ONLY ENDING FOR THE VILLAINESS

MY REASON TO DIE

PYRAMID GAME

PURPLE HYACINTH

MUSE ON FAME

THE PRINCESS IMPRINTS THE TRAITOR

SIGRID

LOVE ADVICE FROM THE DUKE OF HELL

I WILL BE THE MATRIARCH THIS TIME

ISN'T BEING A WICKED WOMAN MUCH BETTER

MY IN-LAWS ARE OBSESSED WITH ME

MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN BY CHANCE

COUPLE BREAKER

KILL THE VILLAINESS

MONSTER DUCHESS' ADOPTED DAUGHTER

A BUSINESS PROPOSAL

MANAGER KIM

HERO KILLER

YOUR THRONE

SECOND LIFE OF A TRASH PRINCESS

CHARMING THE DUKE OF NORTH

EMPEROR HUNT

CALL ME MASTER

PLEASE DON'T COME TO THE VILLAINESS' STATIONARY SHOP

ON MY WAY TO MEET MOM

OMNISCIENT READER'S VIEWPOINT

THE MAN'S GAMES

WHITE BLOOD

THE BOXER

HECTOPASCAL

APOCALYPSE ROMANCE

I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU

RANDOM INFO: I am not allowed to watch kdramas...but I did watch few secretly..my favourite kdramas are A BUSINESS PROPOSAL...AND THE GLORY.. My favourite manhwa author would be JEONG JI HOON

I also like watching anime...(now this I am very much allowed)...my favourite anime is probably A3! ACT! ADDICT!ACTORS!...I have lots of favourites...but if I had to choose it would be this or maybe THE MASTERFUL CAT IS DEPRESSED TODAY...cz YUKICHI>>>>>> I AM ALSO VERY MUCH OBSESSED (it is a concerning one) WITH ALIEN STAGE..LINK CLICK AND MILGRAM PRISON

I am a minor ...so creeps stay away!!!

Currently listening on loop:

☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎

☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎*.☁︎︎

[goingdownondaisuke]

introduction ۶ৎ

hi there cutie, i'm miruuna! some simple facts about me; i'm 19, my bday is jan 11, i'm egyptian-french on my mom's side, and polish on my dad's, my first language is english, but i know the slightest bit of french, russian, and polish, i love kpop girlgroups, i live in socal w my two cats and best friend, i'm (technically) a beginner writer, and i'm way too friendly 😭!!! (i'm an esfp! >0<)

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current hyperfixations:

mouthwashing

...thats it.

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i use that bow very often

i almost exclusively write smut

i DO write for jimmy, he's so sexy i love him

i pick and choose what asks to write for!! im sorry but if its not interesting to me then im gonna be lazy and u sweeties don't deserve that

it's fiction!!! please dni if you're an anti, racist, sexist, homophobic, islamphobic, in support of israel, a trump supporter, blah blah blah. just don't be scum!!!

kinda stolen from pookie @kissesforenhypen hehehe

[hwaowiiii]

A ticklish massage

A ticklish massage

request: could you write something with lee!leeseo and ler!yujin where yujin finds out leeseo is ticklish and teases her? thank you very much!!

-> So, I finally got to write it! I'm SO SORRY because it took so long 😭

But it's my first time writing for a girlgroup and my first time writing or with Y/n. Hope you like it tho <3

Ler: Yujin

Lee: Leeseo

Group: IVE

Tw: massage

Genre: This fiction is about tickling, so if you don't feel like reading it then don't do it.

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It was so stressing. What? Everything! Just everything! Okay, Leeseo loved it, the working with the girls, the fans and IVE's new comeback but... it was so stressing.

So she was stressed. Exhausted. Too much. This day Leeseo just layed down on her bed hoping to be able to relax a bit. As she laid herself on her side, she groaned of pain.

Leeseo's body hurt so much from her hard work.

Well, and because she wasn't the quietest in expressing her pain, Yujin -who was walking in front of her room through the appartment- heard her.

She opened the door and stuck her head in Leeseo's Room.

"Hey. Everything allright, Leeseo-yah?" she asked, looking worried.

"Yeah.. kinda... I'm just a bit ...my body hurts." Leeseo answered and turned around, that she layed on her back.

"Ohhh I see." Yujin answered. "Can I come in?" she then asked.

"Sure" Leeseo said and Yujin stepped in. She closed the door and sat on the bed, right next to her bandmate.

"Can I ... help you somehow? Maybe I could give you a massage?" Yujin offered.

"Ohh my Yujin, I love you. Rhat would be angelic!" Leeseo said, clearly happy about her friends offer.

"Okay great, then turn around and lay on your stomach, please" Leeseo's new massager said.

Said Leeseo did what the other wanted and started to relax as Yujin slowly and deeply massaged her shoulders. Leeseo groaned a bit because it kinda hurt, but it felt great at the same time.

But Leeseo was also a bit worried bcz she knew how... well, sensitive, she was. And Yujin came closer to her ... sensitive areas. Suddenly the imagined scenario of Leeseo's brain came true..

Yujin digged into her victims upper, back ribs and the poor girl shrieked surprised and embarassed.

"What, what was that? Did I just hurt you?" Yujin asked worried.

"Nono, I'm fine" Leeseo said, maybe a bit tooo quick.

A little smirk appeared and Yujins face when she moved her fingers to that spot again.

She poke her new found victim once, then twice.

"Yujiin!!" Leeseo whined. She was trying her best to not giggle.

"What, girl? I'm not doing anything! You asked for this massage, remember?" Yujin said in hee extra-sweet voice.

She sounded mischievous...

Leeseo then felt ten long nails softly scratching over her lower back and sides. She wiggled to the sides as a refex and let out some tiny giggles.

"Aww, gurl are you perhaps ticklish?" Yujin asked sweetly.

"Obviously yes~" she teased and kept softly tickling her friend.

"Yujin stoohop" Leeseo begged weakly, but her mean friend didn't want to.

"Nu-uh~ I'm having fun... And You're too, obviously ~"

"I'm nooohohoht stoop now please!!"

"But you're being too cute! Your little weak wiggles and giggles make you seem too enjoy it~"

"I can't hehelp!!"

"But I can~"

And with that, Yujin sqeezed her friend's exposed sides softly.

Said friend explodes in a fit of happy giggles and squirmed more than before. A LOT more~

🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵🎵

Well, we can say that it was a long, ticklish, but enjoyable massage for Leeseo.

After this, she didn't feel down at all :)

Hey, Hope y'all liked it.. I Know I'm not really good these times bcz I am so stressed and I'm just getting worse, but I really tried my best... And I kept it so long, i felt sorry... I am writing this at 11:05 pm, I am studying while writing this, I need to get up tomorrow at 6am... Still some time left to study, right :,)

And sorry, I didn't find the post with the request..

[reveuc]

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

Music, I listen to every type of music that exists out there, depending on my mood. Some of my favorite musicians and bands, including:

Mazzy Star/Hope Sandoval, Sixpence None The Richer, Girlgroups, Day6, Baek Yerin, Hyukoh, and JANNABI.

Books and Movies, I am quite a slow reader and only watch films when I have free time. I read mostly:

Fiction, Non-fiction, History, Self-help books, as well as, Children's illustration books, Manga, and Manhwa.

I can watch any genre except Gore, I am a big anti of spine-chilling heavy-gore films. My top genres are:

Drama, Romance, Fantasy, Psychological Thriller, Action, Superhero, Historical, and Experimental.

[squishyseallikesmusic]

I'LL IT - SuperReal Me ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

General Impressions

I was hyped as soon as I saw the concept. Animecore ? Magical Girls ? Retro video game vibes ? Sailor Moon aesthetic ? Count me in. This concept has so much nostalgic value, it is insane. It felt like a girls night in a pastel purple bedroom with those fluorescent moons and stars you could stick to the windows, mountains of pillows and plushies and hot cocoa. Like a stroll through the city at night, neon signs blinking everywhere, street markets and nightlife all around you, you knowing you're about to go on a formidable magical girl adventure.

Idk but I adore this vibe so much, it has so much nostalgic and comforting vibes.

The fact that a girlgroup is willing to go in this direction when a lot of them are strapping on combat boots (nothing wrong with girlcrush, on the contrary, love it) is really refreshing. (Please don't get me started on the NewJeans drama, I love Newjeans and I'll It and I don't care about the drama and controversies, I'm just happy there's music please leave me alone, I love them both).

My World

A very nice opening track. It's bubbly and sweet, love the muffled vocals in the beginning. It feels like the opening song to a 90s girl anime. I really like the girls voices. The bass is also very yummy. It really sets the tone for the rest of the album : cute anime girls, retro game boy vibes and big doe eyes.

Magnetic

The flagship of this debut album. I know it has been all over the internet, and for good reasons. It's super catchy, adorable and a treat for the ears. Love the retro beats and game boy like sounds, the rich bass and rythm of the song are real hooks, but what sells it for me is this melodic little piano/synth/game arperggio in the background. It adds so much depth and dimension to the song. The chorus is obviously a hit. I love their voices, the arrangement, the ambiance and melody, it all just flows so well. It's a really fresh and addicitve song.

Midnight Fiction

Soooo underrated. I love this song, it really feels like sitting in your bedroom staring out the window, watching starshowers. Again, the instrumental is absolutely killing. I feel like it's the bass that pulls every song of them together so well, plus this little melody in the background. It really makes every song a little treat, like a sweet box of chocolate. The chorus is also very catchy, cute and rich at the same time.

Lucky Girl Syndrome

I think this might be my least favourite song of the album just because it strives a bit away from their original concept, or at least I feel like it's a little less original (i KNOW NewJeans has a asimilar sound, leave me alone). To me at least, it doesn't feel like a cute and shy girls night pyjama party with pillow fights and pastel bubbles but more like very extroverted girls strolling through a park in broad day light, and I just feel the impression I'll It gave me through their other songs is more of an anime magical girl night ambiance. Anywayyys, it's still a good song but not my favourite.

Conclusion

As Taejiu said on Youtube, music is great but TikTok ruined Kpop. Fight me but I agree. The songs are so good but way too short, what happened to My World, it's not even two min long. I'm also aware of their... questionable live vocals but that doesn't make me enjoy their album less. I really like listening to it, it's super comforting and cute. I'm sad about all the backlash they got, especially with all the shit happening at Hybe, but hey, so's the world. I'm just here enjoying the music.

[crstllr149]

I still can't believe that one of my biggest dream as a fangirl actually came true this year and this month 😭 pinapangarap ko lang iyun dati at hinihiling na sana mangyari, and you can't really go wrong in waiting.

Hindi ko na matandaan iyung taon pero elementary pa ata ako nung una kong nakita si Yoona sa tv. Nung pinalabas iyung Cinderella Man sa GMA. Hindi ko na maalala kung ano ang nasa isip ko nung panahong iyun pero nung nakita ko siya, inalam ko iyung pangalan niya sa opening ng palabas at simula nun, tinandaan ko talaga. Hindi ko rin matandaan kung iyung mismong taong bang iyon ko siya sinearch sa google pero tanda ko kung saan. Dun ko pa siya sinearch nun kela tita Jo sa Palmera sa computer nila. At nung mga panahong iyun, hindi pa ako marunong masyado sa computer at hanggang google lang para sa mga assignments. Tapos nakakatawa lang kasi sinearch ko siya nun pero hindi ko nakita na member pala siya ng isang girlgroup hanggang sa mapadpad ako sa wattpad nung 2011-2012. Eh nung mga panahong iyun, puro korean stars iyung mga nasa cover ng mga story tas may isa akong story na nabasa na siya iyung ginawang fictional character para sa bida. Nung mga panahong iyun, hindi ko na siya masyadong inaalala pero narealize ko na siya pala iyung bida sa Cinderella Man na nagustuhan ko. Hanggang sa sinearch ko ulit siya at nalaman ko na isa siyang member ng girlgroup which is Girls Generation. Habang iniisip ko iyung mga ito ngayon, pumapasok sa utak ko na meant to be talaga na makilala ko sila at iyun ang right time para makilala ko sila. Kasi nung grade 6 ako, sumikat iyung 2NE1 at Wondergirls pati SuJu pero hindi ko sila nakilala kahit nauna naman sila magdebut sa dalawang gg. Talagang iyung panahong iyun ang right time na makilala ko sila. Hanggang sa nagustuhan ko sila bilang girlgroup pero mas angat pa rin si Yoona nung mga panahong iyun.

Siya iyung self proclaim na first love ko 😹 Isa rin talaga sa nagustuhan ko sa kanya ay iyung pagiging totoo niya bilang tao. Kasi naman, siya iyung visual ng Girls Generation, halos karamihan ng kalalakihan, siya iyung ideal type, pero si Yoona, ang simple simple niya lang. Isa siya sa standard na beauty sa Korea pero hindi siya nahihiyang magmake face sa camera 😅 sobra akong naamaze sa kanya kasi hindi siya nahihiya sa kung ano man ang maging hitsura niya eh bilang babae diba, laging conscious sa sarili, pero siya, wala siyang pake 😭 I love her confidence sa visual niya at hindi siya nagpepeke ng characteristics para lang magustuhan siya ng mga tao.

Isa siya sa sinasabi nila na least member when it comes to singing, saying na visual lang ang kaya niyang iambag sa SoShi, other than that, wala na daw, at doon sila nagkakamali. Kasama siya sa dance line pero nung mga panahong iyun, hindi pa ako mahilig umappreciate ng sayaw 😅 but I really love her voice. Nababaliw ako nun sa boses niya 😹 guatong gusto ko kapag part niya na sa kanta, gustong gusto ko rin kapag meron siya solo performance sa concert nila at kanta ang ginagawa niya. I love the quality of her voice and that is one of many reason why I really love her. I love her inner beauty; how she never give up to reach her dreams even other's didn't believe in her. I love how she know what she wants and know how to get it. I love everything about her 😭

2012, when I officially proclaimed that I am a fan of her. I am certified YoonAddict 💗 I was 14 then, and while everyone around me is having crushes, boyfriend; ako, nababaliw kay Yoona 😹 sinabi ko pa nun na hindi ata talaga ako magkakaboyfriend kasi nag-iisa lang si Im Yoon Ah. She's my standard in everything 😸

A Walk To Remember, her first ever solo album and the first and only album (as of now) that I purchased since I became a fangirl. Kapag talaga tungkol sa kanya, ayaw kong palagpasin kasi siya siya eh. Siya si Im Yoon Ah. Sobrang tuwa ko nung nagrelease siya ng solo song which is Deoksugung Stonewall Walkway. At bilang isang YoonAddict, isa rin talaga iyun ang pinakahihintay ko, ang magreleased siya ng solo song which is already happened. At nung nagreleased siya ng solo album, hindi ko talaga pinalagpas na hindi bilhin kasi alam ko kung gaano kaspecial sa kanya ang maglabas ng ganun at isa rin talaga iyun sa one of my biggest wishes as her fan.

Tapos ngayon, fanmeeting niya ang first ever event as a fangirl na pinuntahan ko at talagang gumastos ako 😅 but it's all worth it because it's her. Although medyo malayo at blurred siya paningin ko, I'm still happy that I was there. Wala nang "so near yet so far" experience because that was what near mean for me, kahit hindi katulad sa iba na nahawakan, nayakap at nakausap siya personally, masaya pa rin ako to be with her that near. And it was really a dream that came true. And I'm so glad na naovercome ko iyung takot ko na pumunta sa crowded na lugar, medyo na feel ko lang din talaga iyung out of place but it was all worth it because of her.

Thank you Yoona, and thank You rin kay Lord because He allowed me to experience this 😭

#YOONITEinManila #YOONA_FANMEETING_TOUR

[bluflm]

WELCOME TO DIMENSION B ♡!

The fictional South Korean girlgroup Blue Flame, created by angstvelvet, is going on a world tour with their first concert called 'Dimension B'! Starting in August 18, 2023 in Seoul, and visiting fifteen different cities across the world.

Check the exclusive merch details!

[withluvashlie]

🏹 ⃕ જ⁀ᝰ.ᐟSong 𝓐ruem's masterlist

💌 is a fictional korean-british, k-pop singer - song writer and the sixth and youngest member of k-pop girlgroup REDVELVET.

ALL ABOUT ARUEM [ aruem's corner ] ₊˚⊹♡

about aruem ( facts & basics ) 📁

aruem's phone ( as of 2023) 📁 ( coming soon)

aruem's wardrobe 📁 ( coming soon)

aruem's apartment 📁 ( coming soon)

ARUEM ON THE INTERNET

Aruem's instgram

ashsthetic

withlove.aruemoffcl

Aruem on YouTube

Aruem Song ( individual YouTube channel)

↪chill kill bts

↪love ash recording

↪practice with the unnies!!

↪sm town

↪ with love , ash pop stand in la

FAN MADE EDITS

↪a-z with aruem

↪Aruem's album promotions were. . . something

↪mark and aruem winning the idgaf war

↪SME fav maknae aruem and her privileges

ARUEM'S RELATIONSHIPS ₊˚⊹♡

aruem's friends in and out of the industry 📁 (coming soon)

aruem's dating history 📁 ( coming soon )

aruem's relationship with her members 📁( coming soon)

ARUEM'S SOLO PROJECTS ₊˚⊹♡

love , ash ( solo mini album ) 📁

24122019 ( English album ) 📁

aruem for prada 📁

with love, ashlie ( clothing brand ) 📁

artist of the month 📁

[moonbaesic]

Solar: Lee Haneul / Hannah 🍚

See Hannah's introduction here

Hannah is an original character created for a fictional girlgroup named Solar, you can check their work over here

[sonatiny]

Sonatine is a fictional South Korean girlgroup created by angstvelvet. The group consists of five members: Winter, Chaewon, Isa, Haewon, Yujin. They debuted on February 10, 2023, with the single 'DM' and the EP 'First Movement'.

'First Movement' - 1st Mini Album

Round And Around (Original Artist: Jo Yuri)

DM (Original Artist: fromis_9)

Butterflies (Original Artist: Red Velvet)

Love Spell (Original Artist: GFRIEND)

Night Aviation (The Interpretation of Dreams) (Original Artist: GWSN)

The Paradise (Original Artist: Weki Meki)

Sour Grapes (Original Artist: LE SSERAFIM)

Listen on Spotify!

[b000mbayah]

Tutor

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It's been tough lately. All these upcoming exams and especially studying, I spend seven agonising hours a day studying whilst the rest is spent eating, sleeping or being at school

However, that's just got even tougher now that I've been assigned a tutor. I have one of the quiet but popular students coming over to my house any minute now to help me with my grades. She's a straight A student and said to never have failed a test.

To be honest… she probably only gets high grades otherwise her parents would probably wack he- i mean lightly yell… wack her- no definitely lightly go over the topic… ha ha..

So now I'm quietly sitting at my desk, my equipment is catapulted all over my room due to my panic. It's Mina after all. I take one enormous breath in, then release it. My lungs feel like they've been thrown on a grill and cooked till burnt… they hurt okay?

Why am I so nervous, even my thoughts are having a weird impact.

The sudden sound of my doorbell ringing around my house catches me off guard, making me throw one of my pens at the wall. Oh gawd, what the heck is wrong with me today?

With hesitation evident in my movements, I head downstairs and to the door. I take a quick peek through the peephole and see Mina in all her elegant glory.

My hand rests on the door handle, slowly opening the rectangular slab of wood, preferably known as a door.

"Hello?" Her timid voice comes to my ears. Oh lord I'm ready to pass away now. This is going to be the death of me.

"H-Hello, please come i-in" why do I have to stutter.. I'm a disappointment to myself for sure.

Mina nods and walks in, a folder filled with paper in her hand alongside her bag. "Follow me" I say, guiding her to my room.

Apart from my room looking like someone was being murdered and decided to throw maths equipment everywhere, it looks decent.

"Let's start shall we?" Now it's my turn to follow Mina as she sits at my desk. I patiently watch her pull out a wide range of papers, each containing questions on various topics.

From there on we learnt, well I did and she just sat there, effortlessly pointing at questions for me to do and sometimes helping me when I'm stuck on one.

I cracked a few nervous jokes here and there to see if I could make her giggle, even a smile but to my reveal… I got absolutely nothing in return.

I would often lose track of what I was doing to get her to talk and more than often enough I would zone out, my focus fixated on her face.

"What's this question?" Mina points to yet another, mid way through the page.

"This is easy mina" I roll my eyes, writing the correct answer down on a piece of paper she gave me earlier.

"Very well then, this one"

"Easy" I write the correct answer down again. 

"You think you're smart, don't you?" Mina giggles for the first time today!

"Uh, yes?"my voice is quiet and gives off a certain unsure vibe. Mina stares at me with one eyebrow raised, her arms crossed and a challenging look in her beautiful brown eyes.

"Then Solve this for me. Why does my heart beat so fast when I'm around you?"