#global trainees

[certifiedsushilover]

this is so incredibly random but I want to be like a global girl group/K-pop trainee so bad. the thing is that I’m a black teenage girl so k-pop industries will prob be unaccepting and then I can’t find any like western or global girl group programs especially near me bc I don’t live in like LA or somewhere big. I would love to be in a program like dream academy, where Katseye debuted from but I can’t find anything like that. I also have no experience with singing, acting, etc. (except dance) too unrealistic chat?!

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[emofrontman]

i'm watching boys planet to procrastinate from writing my diss and the first elimination is sooooo rigged wtf. having all the winning group trainees get bonus points when it's obviously all going to be K group. just say you don't want a global group lol

[helleboretea]

Some observations on the scenes between Dr Langdon, Mel, and Terrence, the autistic patient with an ankle sprain, from an autistic person:

I’ve seen a few people comment of these scenes as the (or a) reason the dislike Langdon as a character, some with the sentiment that this makes him a bad person. I have a very different take. I personally love this storyline, I love the way it’s done. I think they wrote it just this way to illustrate a very important part about the healthcare system (and I’m talking pretty much globally here, cos it’s not just the US), which is that Dr Langdon is missing a vital part of his education. Almost all doctors are. They aren’t being taught about autism or neurodiversity or disability nearly enough, and certainly not how to properly accomodate patients who are autistic. 

I think Dr Langdon comes into the interaction with Terence the way he would any other patient, friendly, upbeat, asking whether he’d prefer Terry or Terrence, and for a neurotypical patient that would probably be a really great interaction. He’s doing the right thing - just not for this patient. And autism aside (omg I never thought I’d say that but gimme a sec), I can understand for healthcare workers how irritating it must be having patients constantly googling their symptoms and trusting what they read on the internet. We’re all for self advocacy, but WebMD can send you down needless spirals and I’ve been there so many times and literally have never had that super rare condition that I convinced myself I’m dying of at 2am. 

So it’s not surprising he get’s irritated, but, again, I’d say he handles it kinda well, in that he at least just leaves the situation and doesn’t snap at the patient or give him some long, shaming lecture. He lets Mel take him. 

Which is where we get to the bit that makes me so emotional. Mel looks at the patient’s chart and points out he’s autistic (identity first thank you!), and it so doesn’t surprise me at all when Langdon says “sprained ankle it’s not related”, because that’s literally what he’s been taught. That’s what all doctors are fucking taught. They’re kinda maybe taught what autism is (the bare bones and probably a lot of it is still outdated), but not how to talk to an autistic person, or what they might need, or even that they will just meet autistic people, no matter what department they work in. 

So it’s not necessarily that he’s ableist, it’s that he literally just doesn’t know. He makes his little comment about treating three other patients while Mel treats Terrence, because he thinks he’s just a “Dr Google”, and moves on. Because the ER is packed and they need to treat patients and ship them off.

(I’m rewatching the scene and Mel legit makes me cry here.) Mel’s interacts with Terrence when she comes in are near perfect. She closes the door and turns down the lights because he’s probably been there for hours and even if those weren’t that overwhelming at first they would be super overstimulating by then. Then she asks him his main concerns, and she listens and takes him seriously when he tells her. I’ve had a grand total of one doctor do this, and it was the safest I’ve ever felt in a medical situation. 

But then Langdon comes back. I’m not gonna lie, when Mel was talking to Terrence, and had made all those little (but impactful) accommodations, then Langdon opened the door again, I had this wave of worry through my body the first time I watched it. I thought it was going to go so differently. I thought he was opening the door and standing there because he didn’t want Mel making accommodations, that it was his way of asserting power and saying we do it my way. And I think you can tell that Mel and Terrence worried about that too. 

Nope. He came to watch. He came to observe his new trainee interact with this patient, because he was curious. He didn’t need to be there. Medicine wise, Mel would totally have it handled. 

Side note - When he asked about the pain level out of ten Terrences reply was so me! I’ve thought that every time someone talks about pain out of 10! How is anyone meant to make that assessment??

At this point you can see him realise he’s in over his head. Mel is clearly so much better equiped to talk to Terrence and make him feel safe and comfortable enough to receive care. But he just watches, in awe. Because to him there’s just difficult patients, who fight you, and make treating them harder, and non-difficult patients. But here he’s learning that there’s a way to interact with this man that isn’t difficult, that makes him feel safe, and allows treatment to be provided. And he wants to be able to do that. That’s why he asks Mel “how did you do that?” Because he wants to be better. He wants to be able to speak to other patients in that way. He clearly wants to be the best doctor, and most of that is in the procedures he does, but he knows that a lot of it will come from how he interacts with his patients too. He chooses in this moment to learn from Terrence and Mel.

Then, when he sees Terrence later to discharge him, he apologises for them getting off on the wrong foot. He doesn’t need to, but he does - because he recognises that he came at the situation wrong. And he wishes him good luck with the table tennis tournament (I’m not sure if it’s implied that Mel told him about this or that Terrence told him off screen, because he wasn’t in the room when he told Mel, and Terrence seems surprised that he mentioned it) and says "okay" with a smile when Terrence offers to teach him how to play. What starts off as a really negative interaction ends so positively. Because of Mel, and because Langdon was eager to learn. That’s why he tells her “you’re great with your patients, you even taught me a couple of things.”

That’s why this is such a fucking excellent scene/episode/series, because the issue isn’t just “oh doctors are ableist” (even though yeah, lots are), it isn’t that black and white. The issue is that there isn’t enough education. People in healthcare aren’t being taught enough about autism and the different kinds of people they’re going to come across (see sickle-cell patient, unhoused patients, victims of abuse, etc.) even if they want to be. That’s why doctors like Mel matter so so so much. That’s also why even though it would be amazing if they confirm she’s autistic, it wouldn’t be unrealistic if she’s undiagnosed. That’s why doctor Langdon says to her that sensitive people are needed there badly. Because she makes those around her better, if they just care to watch and learn.

[giselleloversclub]

GG SMAU REC !

YU JIMIN / KARINA

꒰ LOWKEY ꒱　@ninguitar

❛ in which a concert you were tantalized by your friends into attending led to a one-night hook-up with band member, yu "karina" jimin, who was coincidentally a classmate, too. though incredulous and foolish, in karina's eyes, you were way too good to have you slipping through her fingers, but even so, she couldn't just act on it, leaving the two of you in an awkward predicament, and keeping the feelings amidst lowkey. ❜

yu "karina" jimin.　&&　fem. reader

wlw, crack, fluff, angst, school au, youtuber au, band au, & more.

DAYLIGHT @jenscx

park y/n is known for many things. she’s known as a pretty streamer, a popular entertainer and a hothead when it comes to video games. it’s unfortunate that her rash personality erupts when she meets yu jimin in an overwatch match.

influencer!jimin x streamer!reader

⋆･୭ ˚ HARD TO GET @bluebvrry

everyone could easily fall for Yu Jimins charms. Expect one person. Now Jimin finds herself smitten by the girl. It was like she had her wrapped around her fingers.

play girl!karina x f!reader

"IT'S ME BEFORE HER" @uchinagai

kim y/n, #1 soloist currently, known for other than just acting like out of this world and singning like an angel, is also known in the industry as 'flirt' among female idols. A certain world wide idol, got her attention on her, but little did she know, there was another one, more desperate and in love with her before the global it girl.

yoo jimin x fem!reader

don’t tell my boyfriend! @laurentpark

where jimin stalks her boyfriend’s ex-girlfriend after a certain incident happened and couldn’t help but grow hatred over her. coincidentally, her and jimin happen to be global ambassadors of the same famous luxury brand and have to work together for a commercial. at first, jimin despised the girl with all her flesh and bones but soon understands why her boyfriend fell for the young actress in the first place… because she was starting to fall for the young actress as well.

yoo jimin x female reader

smau. drama. rom-com. angst

fool for you @pupuyvs

Aaliyah Hernandez is a popular MY account known for her looks, so when she gets a chance to attend a fansign, fellow fans can’t help but notice that some members of Aespa seem to be a bit more interested than they should be. Taking it as nothing but a stan twitter joke, how will Aaliyah react when she finds herself being contacted by one of the members?

Karina x fem!oc

smau + written, idol!karina, non!idol fem!oc, fluff, slight angst, humor

PAUSE @leeseulss

ou were sm’s new trainee and accidentally hitting the karina of aespa wasn’t exactly on your bucket list. unfortunately, karina holds grudges.

trainee!femoc x karina

strangers to acquaintances to lovers

send nudes? @wintersgff

when yn sees karina's post on instagram, she takes the opportunity to send her a flirty message.

idol! karina x idol! le sserafims member! reader

fluff, suggestive, curses, a little angst

BUSINESS MATTER @aettuddae

two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

karina/yu jimin x fem!reader/oc

social media au, idol au, enemies to lovers, fake relationship, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn.

a business proposal @yooflm

after begging on ends for what seemed like weeks, you finally accept your best friends request to take her place for her upcoming blind date. the pro? you get a date with a hot CEO. the con? the CEO seems to be none other than your boss at your recently hired job!

yoo jimin x fem!reader

fluff, crack, slowburn (eh..), social media au, romance, strangers to lovers, fake dating, e2l???, non-idol au, college au

– I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVE @mingyushadow

what happens when the boyfriend of your muse invites you to be part of his band?

smau + written, band au, angst, romance, crack.

Rivalries and reconciliations @sapphic-kpop-fics

Y/n and Karina grew up as neighbors, becoming the closest friends until one night in high school when they get too close for comfort and stop speaking for years. Going to the same college was easy until the university introduced a new dance team that both want to join and become captain of.

Childhood friends to enemies to lovers

sugarcoat @izfims

as a way to fix her image, jimin's team decides to host an event where one lucky fan gets to go on a date with the idol to show the world that she's a good person. since y/n's younger sister happens to be one of her biggest fans but unfortunately falls under the age limit, she decides to sign her older sibling up instead. there's no way she actually gets chosen.. right?

idol!yu jimin x fem!reader

I HATE LOVE YOU @jennifestival

Karina has hated y/n ever since she “stole" her place on the team. Karina swore to hate her all her life, since she took away her passion, but as the time passes by, and they have to see each other every day due to university, and some mutual friends, karina realizes she doesn’t hate y/n that much;

Or

When karina realizes she’s falling for the person she despises the most, her enemy;

Yu jimin x Fem!reader

SHE’S MY COLLAR @dollieseo

as the most popular member of the band ‘lucky 8’ and a known playgirl, jeong y/n has many admirers, which she takes pride in. what she didn’t expect is for one of those admirers to be famous model/influencer yu jimin.

smau + some written chapters.

— ･ *･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ SATAN'S SPAWN @patheticallyinfatuatedwithu

yu jimin had everything in the palm of her hands. highest grades in the year, promoted as the captain of the dance team, top of the social hierarchy, and close to having the school's hearrthrob— song kang as her boyfriend. everything was sunshine and rainbows, until song kang's supposed sister, kim y/n turned song y/n— a certified hottie pain in the ass steps into frame, no longer the pathetic, crybaby loser jimin knew her as. and the line between hate and love slowly began to blur.

yu jimin x fem! reader

smau, crack, fluff, enemies to lovers

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY @aettuddae

a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

JOIN MY GAME @zlut4rina

a famous Minecraft streamer (Y/N) meets a girl on a public server. How will this new found relationship affect y/n and her reputation ... ?

baristas ୨୧ @jongocat

୨୧ you’re hopelessly in love with online friend karina. unfortunately for you, she’s got a crush on some barista.

the idea of yoo @spadesolace

in a small town called kwangya, there's not much going on aside from familiar faces, small annual events, and little to none attractions. what happens when naoi y/n was given an offer she can't refuse? the catch is the job to ghostwrite letters for choi yeonjun's crush, yoo jimin?

highschool au! karina x fem!reader smau

strangers to lovers, fluff, a bit of angst, a short smau

AFTERGLOW @hrtyunjin

after 4 years of no contact with previous ex bestfriend, karina, karina and yn re-connect with each other again. will they remain as best friends or develop into something even more serious that they were longing for since the beginning?

“why’d i have to break what i love so much?”

wlw, fluff, slow burn, smau, best friends to strangers to best friends to lovers, crack.

bound by the rules @eventuallyaugust

txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

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Uchinaga Aeri / Giselle

POINT OF VIEW @amourjins

and by bumping into someone that just so happens to be the queen bee of the school, you apparently made a new enemy.. on your first day of being at a new school.

meangirl!aeri x newstudent!reader

texts w/ gf!aeri @amourjins

“ met thru internet “ @uchinagai

two oomfs and huge Red Velvet fans, seolhee and Giselle, decided to join Selca Day, which caused Seolhee to fall in love with the girl; little did she know, it would go completely wrong

non idol!giselle x fem!oc (seolhee)

Crazy Combo @theofficialnarrator

Aeri “Giselle” Uchinaga, SASA’s queen bee, gets dethroned by her ex-bestfriend, Jang Wonyoung. Out for blood, Giselle decides to run for Prom queen against Wonyoung and Yujin. With who? None other than the campus golden girl, Y/N L/N. Can the crazy combo win the hearts of SASA's student body, or will the two crash and burn before Prom?

non!idol Aeri Uchinaga x non!idol fem!reader

SMAU + Written, fake relationship, enemies to lovers, opposites attract, fluff, slight angst, HEAVY drama, non!idol au

A CHANGE OF HEART @geeminz

mihye has been secretly dating giselle, her best friend’s older sister, for four months. what happens when their relationship turns toxic, and their secrets become public?

toxic!giselle x f!reader oc (mihye)

it’s so over for me @wonysugar

aeri ‘hottest girl on campus’ uchinaga, aeri ‘it girl’ uchinaga, aeri this, aeri that. y/n was sick and tired of hearing and seeing that girl everywhere. what was so good about her? she was a mean bitch, average looking and just a little rich, why were people freaking out over her so bad? aeri knew that y/n didn’t give two shits about her, and she didn’t like that. at all.

nonidol!giselle x nonidol!femreader

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Kim Minjeong / Winter

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯��𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 @perfectsunlight

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐠𝐩𝐚 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫.

𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘅 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

girls like girls (like boys do) @forwntrx

you are the fifthmember of aespa. one of the aces. loved by the public, the media, and even other idols. you were confident and assured in everything, except...yoursexuality. you were so sure you were straight, just like a pin, until you met yunjin.

huh yunjin. a member of le sserafim. when she slips her number in your cookie at music bank, your whole life is thrown off balance. from that point on, she relentlessly tries to steal your heart, not knowing that winter was the one who set her eyes on it first. kim minjeong has loved you ever since she met you, but she was so sure that you could never see her that way. she lets go of her feelings and chooses to be your best friend instead. that is, until yunjin tries to make you hers. the three of you become locked in a triangle noone can escape. not without getting hurt that is.

- " i wanted her first. "

- " didn’t you ever hear second is the best, first is the worst? "

- " that’s not how that goes. "

(reader x winter / reader x yunjin)

LOVE RADAR @hearts4jiheon

basically your celebrity crush hates you, that’s all!

soloist!reader x idol!winter (wlw)

🗑️ dumpster dive @kissies4jiwon

after getting drunk and attending your boyfriend's party you find him hitting on one of your friends. after crying for a bit, you decide to sleep next to his trash can in the back of his house. little did you know now there are rumors of you being homeless and broke, and some people think you were thrown by your boyfriend in the dumpster. one of these people is winter, and she is determined to treat you better than that scum.

highschool setting, strangers to lovers.

personal fav plot !

THE CHEESE TOUCH @baekwrld

desperately seeking employment, broke college dropout y/n l/n accepts a job at a chuck e. cheese run almost entirely by similarly incompetent friends of friends. upon learning that her coworker is part of a popular local band, y/n attends one of their shows in support of her new friend—only to find herself tangled in a dating rumor with their guitarist, kim minjeong.

kim minjeong x fem!reader

under the moonlight @wintersera

on a cold winter night you were strolling down the street getting some snacks when you spot a shivering puppy curled up outside. as an empath you felt horrible for the poor pup- now… bringing it back home wasn’t exactly the best idea.

wolf hybrid!winter x fem!reader

BUSINESS PROPOSAL (side b) @isaaabbellle

Oh why did you have to meet the woman of your destiny like this? Getting caught being the real Kim.

secretary!minjeong X f!reader

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY @aettuddae

a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

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Ning Yizhuo / Ningning

when worlds collide @oceanbug

Y/N had never been the type to take life for granted. You grew up with the mindset that if you wanted something, you had to work for it; So getting paired up with the university’s “Rich Bitch” Ning Yi Zhuo for your midterm was the last thing you wanted. Are you willing to step into the world of fame for an A+?

non!idol x reader; fluff; college au; enemies to lovers; wlw; smau

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Kim Chaewon

LOVEBIRDS @celestialsequels

y/n falls in love with chaewon at first sight after seeing her during her orientation day at university but what happens when y/n tries to find ways to approach chaewon…? does she end up with chaewon…? read to see how y/n and her friends figure out ways to approach chaewon.

chaewon x f!reader

GOAL ! @pupuyvs

Yoo Jihye and her friends are the biggest losers in school. Though proud of the title, it seems to bite her when someone decides to sign her up for the school’s soccer team as a prank. Now forced to play the full season, how will Jihye survive, especially when the team’s captain is dating her crush, head cheerleader Kim Chaewon.

cheerleader!chaewon x loser!femoc

The only exception @tuna-gimbap

Chaewon wasn't really fond of love to begin with, as she grew up in the shadow of broken love, and she swears to never fall in love only to find one person who changes everything.

Chaewon x reader smau

CAUGHT @kkrymiii

Hwang ray apart of the schools infamous trouble makers who's in the media club, One day captures a photo for the media club to post for the science fair but a specific person in the photo catches her attention. As she tries to figure out who this pretty girl is it clicks to her. It was the stuco president... Now what will this lover girl do?

Kim chaewon x Hwang ray (reader)

Unexpected @saturnayeon

Chaewon accidentally messages the wrong account, trying to message Kazuha about Eunchae’s account. What she thought would never be brought up again, ends up growing into a great friendship. Will it be more?

Chaewon x fem!reader

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Huh Yujin / Jennifer

For My Eyes Only » @seullovesme

you weren't necessarily famous or anything to begin with. it was only until after the post revealing your amazing visuals that your socials seemed to grow. it certainly attracted people, maybe even a certain someone and their fanclub.

famous!huh yunjin x famous!reader, smau

girls like girls (like boys do) @forwntrx

you are the fifthmember of aespa. one of the aces. loved by the public, the media, and even other idols. you were confident and assured in everything, except...yoursexuality. you were so sure you were straight, just like a pin, until you met yunjin.

huh yunjin. a member of le sserafim. when she slips her number in your cookie at music bank, your whole life is thrown off balance. from that point on, she relentlessly tries to steal your heart, not knowing that winter was the one who set her eyes on it first. kim minjeong has loved you ever since she met you, but she was so sure that you could never see her that way. she lets go of her feelings and chooses to be your best friend instead. that is, until yunjin tries to make you hers. the three of you become locked in a triangle noone can escape. not without getting hurt that is.

- " i wanted her first. "

- " didn’t you ever hear second is the best, first is the worst? "

- " that’s not how that goes. "

(reader x winter / reader x yunjin)

Et puis je t'ai rencontrée... @yunjinpwr

( and then i met you...)

Few days after being back from France, you meet up with your friends at university. Somehow, an important paper fall from your bag… what will happen when Yunjin find it and message you ?

university smau, non!idol x f!reader, wlw, fluff, strangers to lovers, crack

student!yunjin x student!femreader

bound by the rules @eventuallyaugust

txt's oldest member, oh hyunseol just want a peaceful life after pandemic with her members, but it seems like fate wants to shake things up.

lesserafim huh yunjin x txt's sixth member! gp! oc x aespa yoo jimin

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Kang Seulgi

by luck » @seullovesme

You've loved Red Velvet long before you became the current host of your radio show. When its announced that they'll be starred in your next show to promote their new album, you are aghast; Especially when the Kang Seulgi shows interest in you, but without each other's information, you part ways. that's where it ends.. unless?

idol!seulgi x fan!reader

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[aettuddae]

business matter — chapter 129.

a christmas special.

↳ synopsis: two of the most important kpop companies covet a partnership with a huge global brand, only to be surprised when the deal is extended to both labels. fearing potential sabotage and cynical strategies to secure exclusivity for just one of them, both CEOs resort to desperate measures. in a bid to maintain trust and prevent betrayal before the signing, they come up with a pact: forcing a fake relationship between the leaders of their star girlgroups. if one side attempted to fail the other, they threaten to expose it all to the conservative south korea.

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[written chapter]

serim was not good at coping with the cold. she liked the winter, she had always done, since she was little she spent most of the year looking forward to the low temperatures and, with it, the snow, but still, she was not good at coping with that time of the year. she always got sick and she used to care little about it, but since she became a trainee and later a singer she had to start taking care of her health and vocal cords, so in the most recent years of her life she hardly ever left her house during those times, unless she went to the many activities an idol has to do during the holidays or one of her friends insisted so much that she could not say no.

on that day serim's house was extremely warm, because even though she was not working, she was used to doing everything possible to avoid illness, and she was not willing to surrender to the freezing weather in seoul. she felt sorry for her plants, many were not the kind that could stand being in such a warm environment, but it was a force greater than herself.

having an altered perception of climate, she did not even think about the wind and the coolness that would hit her when she opened the balcony door, causing her to jump back inside and quickly close the sliding glass. she was extremely excited, running around the house and talking to her hedgehog who was pacing the living room floor uncomprehending and probably sweating from how high the thermostat was set. she went with speed to her room and threw on whatever winter clothes she could find, then hurried back and tried again to get outside.

still shivering a little, she leaned her forearms against the railing of her balcony and leaned against it, watching the first snow fall in seoul.

she loved winter, and even though it was still a month away, she loved the feeling of christmas approaching. the first snowfall had always been one of those important events for her. one of those that when it's about to happen you can't shake the anxiety, or the sensation that something important is in the air. it tends to fall in late november and serim during those dates was always on the lookout for any sign of what day it would be. she loved it, and as soon as she saw it happening just outside her house, she couldn't contain her joy, standing there motionless watching the snowflakes fall for a long while.

she had nothing better to do, after all, the hiatus was killing her. her friends were fully occupied, her members were in the activities she would want to be in and her family was far away in daegu. she couldn't help that those would be lonely and boring holidays, but at least she had time to appreciate nice things like this one.

or so she would once she opened the door to whoever claimed to see her in the middle of a snowfall.

serim sighed, she hated it when she was interrupted in her few moments when she could enjoy things that excited her. she walked back into her apartment and made her way to open the door.

the doorbell had rung, not the telecommunicator, so she figured it might be one of her bandmates, her manager, or a friend. since she didn't have to work or keep a schedule, she wasn't fully aware of what day it was, so she wasn't aware of what her acquaintances might be doing at the moment or who was free.

what she didn't expect was to find jimin behind the door.

it had been a couple of months since she had seen her in person, although they texted sometimes, maybe since september they hadn't been in one another's presence. she was always busy, she had gone on tour and back, only to embark on a new comeback and promotions season. awards season had started as well and she, as the big star of the year, had to be at every event that happened. while serim had been a little more docile with her, open to the idea of doing some things together if the occasion arose, jimin just hadn't had the time, she wanted to take serim on dates, on trips, be together at her house, go for walks, help her with whatever she needed, but she was overworked and couldn't afford it.

except for that day, one of the few days off she'd had in a while.

jimin had been looking forward to it because she had already planned to go visit serim, even if she threw a tantrum when she saw her, she wanted to at least hug her after those two months without having her around, without feeling her scent nor holding her hands. she hadn't told her she was going because she didn't want to be rejected before she could be in front of the woman, which risked a fit of possible anger from the older girl, but jimin missed her so much that she didn't think anything through.

she just needed a plan, something to do together if serim didn't kick her out of her house, and the snow had come as if it heard her pleading. as soon as she looked out her window and noticed the first flakes, she got ready at the speed of light and frantically went out to find a cab. and now she was in the hallway of serim's apartment, covered in snow, her arms stretched in the air in excitement and wearing a silly grin because of the oldest.

she looked so adorable in that stupid giant blue scarf and her glasses that serim had to resist the urge to throw herself at her, limbs almost lifting on their own, stifling a smile using all the strength in her body.

serim had missed jimin too, of course she had, and she hated herself for it.

"what are you doing here?" the owner of the apartment asked not even greeting her.

"why do you have hello kitty pants on?" she ignored, not wanting to deal with her bitterness, and pointed to the pink garment with drawings of the character.

"because i'm at home." she said obviously.

"it's a choice." she cocked her head to the side without stopping to look at them.

"are you going to tell me what you're doing in my house while it's snowing?" she folded her arms and furrowed her eyebrows.

"that!" she jumped on the spot with glee. "i came looking for you so we could go see the first snow of the year together!" she announced in a jovial tone.

"and why would i want to see the first snow with you?" she was dying to go with her.

"because you love me." she replied simply. "and even my company is better than watching it from your balcony alone." she obtruded.

"how do you know i was watching it from the balcony?" she exclaimed in surprise.

"you're covered in coats when inside your house it's amazonian temperatures and you have snow melting on your arms." she pointed to the detail.

serim raised her arms suddenly placing them in front of her eyes to look at the clues of her actions in these startled, with her mouth slightly open, confirming that she had given herself away. she dropped them on both sides of her body dejectedly and gave the girl a sideways glance, contemplating her proposal, to end up turning around without a word and heading to her bedroom.

"where are you going?" confused, the younger girl raised her voice as she watched her walk away.

maybe serim was feeling very lonely during the hiatus, or maybe she needed jimin more than she liked to admit.

"i can't leave my house in hello kitty pants." she replied disinterestedly, causing the happy grimace on karina's face to widen.

in an extremely awkward silence they made their way to the small park in the gated community where serim resided. they had so many things they wanted to say to each other, but communication had never been their best quality as a duo. serim wanted to know how she had been during that time, if she was tired, and how her busy schedule was treating her, or ask why she couldn't get her out of her mind even when they hadn't seen each other for so long. jimin, on her side, wanted to generate any kind of conversation, it was enough for her to know that serim was enjoying her company. but neither of them dared to let that happen, whether it was out of spite or fear.

but jimin hadn't gone to see her in such particular weather after so many days of not having her around just to be silent, though if that's the way it should be, at least she was happy to have her at arm's length. she took a breath and with the hand that gravitated around serim's she reached for hers, intertwining their fingers once their palms came into contact. pathetically, she found herself closing her eyes for a second, bracing herself for the terrible reaction expected from the woman, but she received none, the girl left her hand there with hers, and jimin turned to check, disoriented, only to find her admiring the falling snow so fascinated that she hadn't remembered she had to hate karina full time.

she smiled to herself as she closed the distance between them, making their bodies rub against each other, securing her grip on her.

she was walking hand in hand with serim, when was the last time that had happened? her heart was beating at such a rapid rate as her senses were lost in the warmth and perfume of the woman that it felt like a drill.

when they arrived at the park it was almost empty. it was not a place where there were never many people as it was in a neighborhood of rich people who didn't have time or desire to walk around the area, and fewer people there were going to be with such weather. they walked calmly to the center in a void of words that was no longer as uncomfortable as a few blocks ago, stopping near the structure that crowned the place to appreciate how the snow fell on it and its surroundings.

"do you like snow?" inquired karina once they found a position where they could appreciate the spectacle and stood there.

"yes i like it, winter it's my favorite season." she gave her a look for the first time all the way there. "even though my immune system is a mess, i always get sick." she let out a sheepish chuckle.

"winter is my favorite season too." she settled in by tying her body to jang's arm. "and that's because you don't eat well!" she complained. "but don't worry, if you get sick i'll take care of you." she arranged a few strands of hair falling over the older girl's face.

"i do eat well only you don't see it." she smiled sideways.

"don't try lying to me." she shot her a look of suspicion, making her laugh.

jimin couldn't hide the satisfaction that this had brought her, feeling that serim didn't hate her for a second, she felt fulfilled. they held each other for a moment there watching the scenery, being as close as they rarely were outside of serim's room, swaying quietly as if they weren't two hurricanes trying to fit together. karina released her grip on her to put herself opposite to her and take the vocalist's face in her hands, leaning her body forward to leave a soft kiss on her cheek. serim wasn't expecting it and the surprise left her serious, speechless, she averted her gaze to the side, pressing her lips into a line, but a slight blush was exposed on her cheeks that she hoped jimin would believe was just from the cold.

"namu." she called to her in a low tone, so that only she would hear. "i have to tell you something."

"what is it?" she turned her eyes to her, face expressionless.

"i..." she took a long breath through her nose, trying to calm the uneasiness in her stomach from nerves. "i want you." she blurted out, pulling her shoulders back a little, puffing out her chest showing confidence. "and i want to spend this christmas with you."

"this christmas you're going to be working." she rebutted with discomfiture. "just like me, i hope." she spoke to the sky as if asking god.

"no, namu." she was already beginning to feel the anxiety of not being able to emit what she felt the right way and was giving her first uneasy hands through the air. "i mean i want to spend this christmas with you and many more." she clarified. "i want you to be my present." she rested her index finger on the girl's chest, pointing at her. "i want to kiss you and have you be the first person i greet." she held up the opening of the girl's coat. "i want to be with you."

serim was having difficulty maintaining eye contact, and even more difficulty finding something to reply to a statement that made her uneasy. "what do you mean by that?"

"i'm confessing." she admitted simply. "that's what you're supposed to do in the first snow."

"a confession is for someone who doesn't know how you feel." sadness returned to her demeanor as it always did when she was around jimin. "i think you've already told me everything you have going on with me."

"really?" her voice rose slightly, getting a little desperate. "do you really think you know everything i feel about you?" she questioned. "do you know that i can't stop thinking about you? that every action i take i think about what your reaction would be?" her breathing was slowly failing. "i have a hard time sleeping at night because i wish you were by my side." she rubbed her face with her palms trying to get rid of the frustration.

"jimin, the problem is that i don't believe you." she interrupted her weakly, her eyes on the floor.

"and what do you need me to do to prove to you that it's true?" her movements were wide and fast because of distress. "to make you understand that i despise myself almost as much as you do for hurting you." she believed her eyes were glazing over, but she didn't have the composure to concentrate on anything at the moment. "i was wrong, serim, i tried to pretend that nothing changed in my life the moment we got the deal, that you didn't shake my floor from the first moment." she was thankful that they are practically alone in the park because she was embarrassing herself. "i tried to do what i thought was best for me and i was wrong, i'm sorry, i'm so sorry." she swallowed hard trying to undo the lump in her throat. "i understand that i hurted you, that i was an idiot, but i want you." she assured. "i need you." she added. "and i don't know how to make you see that."

"do you love me?" she finally dared to face her.

"serim." she diverted her attention to something off to the side, blocking herself completely.

"serim, what?" she bit down hard. "that's what i need." she confirmed. "if you can tell me to my face that you love me, then i'm willing to take the time to work out everything bad that happened between us." she asked. "if you tell me that you love me, i'll leave it in the past."

"i adore you with all my heart." she closed her eyes as if that could make that moment less real.

"but it's not enough."

"no, it's not that." she held her arms so she wouldn't pull away. "it's complicated." tears began to stain her cheeks. "i care for you so much..."

"why is it so hard for you to say you love me?" there was disappointment in her eyes. "don't you feel it?"

"it's not that i don't feel it..."

"then what is it?" she became defensive.

"it's complicated." she reiterated. "it's difficult." she said in a defeated attitude. "this all happened under peculiar circumstances and-"

"then it's difficult for me to forgive you." she cut her off.

serim raised her hands to remove the hold the younger girl had on her and started walking with speed back to her house. jimin watched her walk away, but wouldn't let her go, she ran out after her, catching her, making them face each other. she lifted serim's hand, bringing it to her lips to give it a short kiss while their eyes were connected, thus then grabbing her waist and pulling her close enough that she could rest her forehead against hers just by folding her body a little forward.

"make a wish." she murmured.

"can you leave me alone?"

"if you say it out loud it doesn't come true." she shook her head.

serim dropped her eyelids, a little because she no longer had the strength to argue or resist the questionable things jimin did, and a little because she wanted to stop the approaching crying, karina copied the actions when she saw her do it. after a moment they both, still with their heads against each other, looked at each other again, ruefully and wearily.

"you won't tell me what it is this time?" the blackhaired inquired.

"you said it." she whispered. "if i tell you it won't come true."

—that you can accept that you love me. —thought serim.

"i asked for you to let me go make cookies at your house."

"i can't believe it." she broke off suddenly. "are you serious?" she shouted at her upset.

"i know we just fought, but we always fight." she tried to reason, seriousness of the moment all gone. "i haven't seen you in two months, i just want to spend time with you." she pleaded. "get mad at me later, but don't leave now." she added. "please, stop leaving."

serim hated herself for how aware she was that no matter how angry she got with jimin, for whatever reason, she always came back to her. "if you say it out loud it doesn't come true." she reiterated bitterly as she realized how pathetic she was.

"but you miss me too."

"let's go." she commanded, causing the younger girl to cheer. "but no joy." she pointed her finger at her apprehensively. "i'm too upset with you." she reminded. "these are going to be the saddest cookies you'll ever eat in your life."

[desi2go]

One photoshoot away from love

pairing: Minho x idol! reader

warnings: fluff

request: So reader is also a kpop idol but she's like only in the industry for 2-2.5 years. She's in a girl group and recently announced as global embassador of a luxury brand. This one time she would feature on magazine cover with one of stray kids' members and that member his her bias. The magazine cover is a success and their fan loving it and they get shipped together. And because she said he's her bias, that stray kids member said he gonna write her a song and he did and the internet kinda blow up.

Music. Music was alsways home. Something you could turn to when there was no way out. When everything terrified you or it seemed impossible to reach your dreams.

Music was your safe haven from a really young age. Just as a five year old toddler, you sang to all the songs in the radio even if you didn't even understood all the lyrics. You even bothered your parents to let you take lessons with a vocal coach for weeks until they finally agreed. Eventually, they seemed glad that you loved singing so much and happily supported you. You improved really fast and your angelic voice seemed to enchant everyone at every single performance at school.

Whenever someone asked you what you wanted to be when you grow up, the answer was clear. "I want to be a singer!" They all laughed at you, smiling and patting your head like they didn't even think that you could actually become one. For them it was just a dream, soon to be forgotten once you hit puberty and the reality, but you weren't joking. And you trained every day for it.

Around the age of ten, you started hearing some music from kpop groups and it was the first time you actually considered to audition at a company when you were old enough. They would give you training and support you when you were good enough. So, you convinced your parents to let you take some dance lessons too so that your chances for an acception would be higher.

Dancing was something you really enjoyed even though it wouldn't replace singing but it brought you even closer to the melody and the rhythm. You felt even more connected with the lyrics and the music all in all.

At the age of sixteen, you decided to give it a try. Several companies had announced auditions and you figured it would be the best time to try it. What could go wrong? You had trained for this moment your whole life and you couldn't be better prepared.

The auditions went really well and soon your held your acceptance in your hand to be a trainee at SM entertainment. Your parents were so proud of you and you loved the time as a trainee even though it was so difficult to balance school and training but you enjoyed the time. You learned so much in that tie and your singing as well as your dancing improved.

During your monthly presentations, your trainers noted your effort and improvement and after three years, you finally debuted in a girl group with four more girl you had met as a trainee. You were placed as one of the vocalists and visuals.

After debut, your group seemed to gain more and more attention from the fans and you must admit that you enjoyed to perform, the energy flowed through you carrying you like a wave.

Nearly three years after debut, it wasn't uncommon for you to have photoshootings for model magazines or other brands. But as soon as the message came that you would be the global ambassador of one of the most well-known luxury brand, you were shocked. This wasn't something that happenend all the time. And the brand was Gucci and they actually planned you to be on the magazine cover.

Just one week before the shooting, you received the message that you would model with Lee Know from Stray Kids. Since you loved Kpop since being a child, you knew pretty well who Lee Know was. I mean, how could you not? His group was really famous for their vibing songs and their chaotic behaviour.

And you were thrilled to meet him face to face. He was like a role model to you. When the other members of your group received the message, they were happy for you and urged to know who your bias in Stray Kids was, knowing damn well that you enjoyed listening to Kpop.

"Come on! You can't just keep it a secret! We won't tell anyone!" One member shouted, clapping excited with her hands.

"No. That's my secret" you claimed, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"I bet it's Lee Know" another stated and you tried to keep your face from burning up. How right she was...

The maknae noticed your shy behaviour. "HA! It is!" she laughed as you blushed and hid your face in your hands. Sometimes you hated them.

"That's so cool! You must tell us every little detail as soon as you're back" another demanded and you quickly escaped their hold to get to the location for the photoshoot.

During the whole drive, you were nervous and you bit your lip to get you to concentrate. You were an idol for god's sake, so act like one! But your hands got clammy when you stepped out of the car, following your manager inside the location.

You were already used to the turmoil with the manager and assitants running around. An assistant from Gucci greeted you with a bow and lead you to the dressing room. Precisely, she helped you change into a beautiful black dress that ended just above your knees, showing your long soft legs. It was made for you.

The soft faric hugged your body like a second skin, bringing your waist out and your chest. You felt like a queen. It exposed your shoulders and closed lowly around your neck, leaving space for a beautiful necklace.

The shoes were a dream in black, making you even taller and graceful. In Addition, your hair was styled in soft defined waves, falling over your shoulders. The makeup stylist worked on your face in the meantime. She applied foundation and a glowy highlighter as well as a brown eyeshadow that complimented your eyes and made them sparkle even more. The red lipstick brought the attention to your rounded lips, the only thing that had a colour so that it would glow in the photos.

After an hour, they had finished their work satisfied and the assistant lead you to the actual photo location. You felt the nervousness pumping through your veins as you greeted the photographer and the rest of the staff. Just moments later, Lee Know walked through the same door with a charming smile and a low bow to greet everyone.

He looked stunning in the black suit with the white chemise that exposed a bit of skin, leaving everything to your imagination. His hair was styled classy and showed off his beautiful eyes.

"Nice to meet you Y/n" he greeted you with a smile, taking your hand to shake it while he bowed deep. You replied in the same gesture. "Nice to meet you too. I'm honoured to work with you"

He smiled and patted your hand without anyone noticing. "I look forward to work with you"

Internally, you were freaking out like a teenager crushing over meeting her role model. You felt the blush on your cheeks and tried everything to keep it low.

The photographer explained to you both how you should express yourself on the photos even stating what poses he wanted to see.

You swallowed and moved yourself in front of the white background with Minho following. You started with simple things, leaning your back against each other while staring at the camera with a dashing smile. His back was warm and you felt the muscles under his clothes, soft but at the same time strong.

The other pose showed strength and intimacy. Minho was sitting tall behind you, leaning slightly forward to show more of his skin that was exposed by the open bottoms of his chemise. His right arm rested on his knee, giving him a composed and thoughtful look. His facial expression is confident with his gaze directed to the photographer.

You were seated in front of him, leaning forward as well with your body slightly angled towards the camera. Your elbow was resting on your knee, emphazising your long legs and your hand supported lazily your head.

The photographer liked those photos and during the shooting, both you and Minho laughed a lot, connecting really fast when you told him that you had a cat too.

You two shared some funny cat stories and grew more comfortable around the other.

The photographer suggested more intimacy in the photos. In this image, you two posed intimately close. He stood behind you, your faces close together as he rested his head over your shoulder. You chose a soft and serene gaze to pierce through the camera. you felt one of Minho's hand sneaking around your waist, pulling you even closer. Your physical proximity showed a subtle mixure of tenderness and resilience.

The photographer was pleased with the outcome and thanked you for working so well. Even after finishing the shooting, you couldn't stop speaking with him. He was so kind-hearted and funny, inspiring you. And soon, you were back your dorms, sad that the experience was over.

Some weeks later, the magazine was published with you and Minho on the cover. It was an understatement to say that the fans went wild. Social media was full of images of the photoshooting and nearly everyone shipped you both, making you blush.

When you went live one evening to speak to your fans, you read often the question if you and Minho were a pair. You declined and even more messages followed, asking you different things about Minho. Sadly, you couldn't give many answers and when they questioned who your bias was, you admitted shy that he was it.

The fans went wild again and you were now completely sure that Minho knew about your secret crush on him.

Chan from Stray Kids announced in one of his livestreams that Minho had been working on an own song since his photoshoot for Gucci and fans spaculated that it had something to do with you.

Weeks when the hype went down a bit, Minho released a single. At first, due to training you couldn't listen to it but when fans went wild again, claiming that he definitely wrote it for you, you needed to hear it.

It was a love ballad and you loved the melody and rhythm at the first notes. His soft voice told a story about a girl he met. In the song, he described her as beautiful, the deep red lips that attracted him like it was essential for surviving.

I saw you there, in that moment of light A vision in black, like the stars in the night Your deep red lips whispered things you didn’t say And I stood frozen, as the world slipped away

You didn’t know it, but you captured my soul Every glance you gave me made me lose control The camera was flashing, but all I could see Was the way you moved, like a shadow's melody

You're the midnight that I can't forget Wrapped in a mystery I haven't solved yet The way you move, like whispers in the air A perfect storm that I can’t help but stare In the silence, your elegance stays Draped in the night, in a world of shades

Your smile was soft, like a hidden sunrise But there was fire burning deep in your eyes You moved like a dream, as the lights hit your face And I knew I was lost, caught up in your grace

I kept my distance, but inside I screamed You walked through my life like a midnight dream I wanted to tell you, but how could I dare To let you know that I was falling right there

You're the midnight that I can't forget Wrapped in a mystery I haven't solved yet The way you move, like whispers in the air A perfect storm that I can’t help but stare In the silence, your elegance stays Draped in the night, in a world of shades

Maybe one day, you'll hear this song In the quiet of night, when the world feels wrong And maybe you’ll wonder who it was for But I’ll just stay silent, forever wanting more

You're the midnight that I can't forget Wrapped in a mystery I haven't solved yet The way you move, like whispers in the air A perfect storm that I can’t help but stare In the silence, your elegance stays Draped in the night, in a world of shades

In the shadows, I’ll keep you near A secret flame, forever clear You’ll always be a part of me This hidden love, my melody...

You coudln't stop the smile forming on your lips. "Vision in black" was definitely a metaphor for a black dress and the red lipstick hinted that this song was adressed to you. Tears formed in your eyes at the intimacy of the song.

Just seconds later, a message plopped up on your phone. A message on instagram from Minho.

<<Hoped you liked my song>> he had texted with a cat emoji and a smile formed on your lips as you answered quick.

[frankiiiestein]

vieverse 🍈₊⠀ her desired realities

ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ hogwarts dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ reverie nova voss, better known as reverie is a third year hogwarts student and head girl of slytherin house. she is the eldest child in her family born half-blood that enjoys journalling and listening to music. she is currently top of all of her classes and a member of the sluts; a trio band created by her and her two best friends.

dating status: currently crushing on the headboy of gryffindor kim leehan.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ vampire dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ reverie is currently the last line of the original descendents of vampires and the upcoming heiress to take over her father as head of house. valoreth is known to be the oldest of the vampire houses and where the original blood covenant lays to rest. alongside her vampire traits, she bares the rare ability to bask in sunglight without consequences. in her spare time reverie likes to take late night walks by the river and journal.

dating status: crushing on her father’s enemies eldest son kim leehan.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ newgalz dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ reverie nova voss. member of the successful monster rookie south korean girl group newgalz; & labelled as koz’s secret legendary trainee has made a household name in the dance community and has been deemed as nigeria’s pride. rasied and brought up in osaka, japan, reverie has grown up full of ambition and determination to make her dreams a living reality; to become a global sensation in the music industry. her group has taken the world by storm and there has been a major shift in the market with their music bringing nostalgia to those young and old. they remain the group holding the most grand prizes not just in korea but in japan; alongside, being the only group to win a grand prize with their debut song. reverie is an upcoming songwriter and global it-girl making waves in the fashion industry with her style. high value brands want her, companies are trying to replicate and replace her, and her net worth is already at an all time high. reverie is only twenty years old.

dating status: talking to her label mate kim leehan from boynextdoor.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ winx dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ originally born on planet nebula princess nova was brought to planet earth for her safety due to the threat of her life on her home planet. she is the oldest child and the next in line for the throne. being raised in osaka, japan and having no memory of her past she is left to discover her true purpose when danger reaches her hometown. reverie enjoys listening to music, studying, and is currently attending altheria, the school of magic as a first year student.

dating status: nova has eyes on specialist student kim leehan who attends red fountain academy.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ percy jackson and the olympians dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ reverie nova voss is a demigod and daughter of goddess hekate. born in lagos, nigeria she was a peculiar child with the odd ability to connect spiritually and physically to nature, until the age of seven where her powers were too far developed for her family to call them mere incidents. due to risk of her being hunted by her village her family moved across the world for her safety. now residing in osaka, japan; reverie encounters a strange lady who hands her an invitation instructing her to attend camp half blood. insistent, she states that there is a temple that resides within the camp with the answers that reverie has been looking for, hesitant she accepts the invitation and starts attending the following summer. reverie can often be found casting spells, listening to kittie or black veil brides and has been considered a threat to other demigods at camp half blood.

dating status: reverie currently has eyes on the son of hades kim leehan.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ monster high dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ reverie nova voss, better known as reverie is a member of sensational south korean girl group monster high who are not only continuously breaking boundaries but records. becoming the first and only group in history to sweep grand prizes in their first year, not just in korea, but in japan and the us. reverie is currently incharge of the music composition and production of the groups sound quality and the youngest idol to have accumulated over 9O credits across all of monster high’s discography. alongside being part of their choreography team jam republic; reverie is a highly respected individual in the entertainment industry. never swayed by negative opinion she focuses on her members and ensures they are fully involved in all of her work. alongside being a fashion icon and receiving never ending invites for fashion weeks and brand sponsorship deals, she has made her presence known and is currently an inspiration for many upcoming artists.

dating status: she doesn’t know it yet but she is developing a crush on a certain member of a group she likes, kim leehan from boynextdoor.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ wednesday dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ reverie voss, twin sister of wednesday bound by blood, is a distinctive and smart girl who enjoys solving mysteries. currently outcasts at their school they are expelled after getting revenge on their brothers bullies. consequently, they are both enrolled into nevermore academy, a private school known for monstrous outcasts located in jericho, vermont. due to their cold, emotionless personalities and defiant natures both girls find it hard to connect with their peers and thus causing them to run afoul of the school’s principal. however, things change when the girls learn that they have both inherited their mother’s psychic ability, which allows them to investigate a local murder mystery.

dating status: kim leehan a member of the art club takes an interest in the new student reverie.

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ㅤㅤ⬭﹒ avatar, the way of water dr ㅤᶻᶻ ‘ tanhi te tskaha mo’ai’te or better known as tanhi is the eldest child and the next t’sahik of the omatikaya clan. she is labelled as fearless and determined but gentle and kind to those she loves and who interact with her. her elders deem her gifted as she has been the only clan member to become both taruk and palalukan makto respectively. when she is not attending duties she is often found flying her ikran or resting near ewya connecting to nature.

dating status: tanhi is too busy to have her eyes set on an individual due to her duties.

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[w1w2]

What We Don’t Say

Lisa x Fem!Reader

Word Count: ca. 7,5k

Synopsis: As the global sensation Blackpink takes over the world, Y/N and Lisa are forced to keep their love hidden behind rehearsed smiles and careful distance. Then rumors, misunderstandings, and the suffocating weight of secrecy push them to their breaking point.

Requested by 🍓Anon

Notes: I feel like I lost the vibe halfway through creating this… I need someone to break my heart so I can be better.

English isn’t my first language so I apologize in advance for any mistakes.

♡ Enjoy! ♡

The air inside the practice room was heavy with exhaustion, thick with the scent of sweat and determination. It was past midnight, long after the other trainees had left for the night, but Y/N and Lisa remained. Feet aching, limbs burning, yet neither willing to be the first to call it quits.

Lisa groaned, flopping onto the cool wooden floor, her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath. "I think I’m actually dying this time," she huffed dramatically.

Y/N, still standing, rolled her eyes but smiled. "You say that every night."

"Yeah, but this time, I really mean it," Lisa whined, reaching out blindly toward Y/N, fingers curling in the air as if begging for help.

Y/N sighed but gave in, crouching down and offering her hand. The moment Lisa’s fingers wrapped around hers, she yanked Y/N down with a mischievous smirk, sending her tumbling onto the floor beside her.

A breathless laugh escaped Y/N’s lips as she landed, her shoulder brushing against Lisa’s. For a second, neither of them spoke, just lying there, side by side, staring at the ceiling. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the air conditioning and their slowing breaths.

These nights had become routine. When everyone else had gone, when the world quieted, when there was nothing left but music, sweat, and aching bodies, this was when Y/N felt closest to Lisa.

"You ever think about giving up?" Lisa asked suddenly, voice softer now.

Y/N turned her head, meeting Lisa’s gaze. Her brown eyes were darker in the dim lighting, filled with something unreadable.

"Sometimes," Y/N admitted. "But then I remember why I started."

Lisa hummed, considering. "And why did you start?"

Y/N hesitated, then exhaled. "Because I love it. Even when it hurts, even when it feels impossible. I still love it."

Lisa smiled, slow and warm. "Me too."

Silence stretched between them again, but this time, it felt heavier, charged with something neither of them could name yet.

Lisa shifted onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. "You know, I always noticed you."

Y/N blinked. "What?"

"Since the first day," Lisa said, her lips curling into a small, knowing smirk. "You were always so… serious, so quiet. But then I'd catch you watching, listening, and I don’t know… I just wanted to know you."

Y/N swallowed. Her heart was suddenly beating too fast, and she wasn't sure if it was from the exhaustion or something else entirely.

Lisa’s smirk softened into something gentler. "And now I do."

Y/N looked away, staring at the ceiling again. "You're too smooth for your own good."

Lisa laughed, bright and carefree. "You love it."

And maybe Y/N did. Maybe she loved the way Lisa could be playful one second and sincere the next. Maybe she loved the way Lisa’s presence always made everything feel lighter, like the weight of the world didn't press quite as hard on her shoulders when she was around.

Maybe she had loved Lisa for a while now.

The thought scared her.

They were trainees. They weren’t allowed to have distractions. And yet, Lisa had never felt like a distraction. She had always felt like home.

"Come on," Lisa said, nudging Y/N’s foot with hers. "Let’s do the routine one more time, and then we can go grab some snacks before the convenience store closes."

Y/N groaned. "You just said you were dying."

Lisa grinned. "I came back to life."

Y/N sighed, pushing herself up. "Fine. But you're buying."

Lisa hopped to her feet and held out her hand again. This time, when Y/N took it, she felt it. The spark, the unspoken promise, the quiet confession between their fingers.

And neither of them let go.

That night, as they walked side by side to the convenience store, Lisa kept their fingers loosely intertwined, only letting go when they stepped under the fluorescent lights inside. It was subtle, unspoken, but Y/N noticed the way Lisa’s hand lingered near hers, how their arms would brush, how Lisa would lean in just a little closer than necessary when teasing her about her snack choices.

And Y/N let her.

The following months passed in a blur of grueling practices, sleepless nights, and silent moments that said more than words ever could.

It was in the way Lisa would always wait for Y/N after training, even when she wasn’t finished yet, claiming she just "happened to be there." It was in the way Lisa would steal the seat beside her during vocal lessons, nudging their knees together like a secret only they shared. It was in the way Y/N would find herself looking for Lisa in a crowded room, her heartbeat steadying the moment their eyes met.

Nothing was spoken. But everything was understood.

Still, Y/N found herself hesitating.

Because what did this mean? Where did they stand between the fleeting glances, the almost-touches, the electricity that never seemed to fade? Was it real? Or was it just something they both wanted to be real?

She didn’t have an answer.

And maybe that was why, on the night the rain poured heavier than ever, she found herself wide awake. She sat curled up by the window, knees pulled to her chest, watching the city lights blur behind raindrops sliding down the glass.

It was late, past curfew, past exhaustion, but sleep never came easy on nights like this. Nights when her mind refused to be quiet.

Lisa sat on the floor beside her, back resting against the edge of the bed, legs stretched out carelessly. Unlike Y/N, she wasn’t looking outside. She was looking at her.

"You're thinking too much," Lisa murmured, voice softer than usual, like she was afraid to break whatever fragile thing was keeping Y/N together.

Y/N exhaled, slow and deep. "I always do."

A small huff of laughter. Then Lisa nudged Y/N’s knee with her own, warm even through the fabric of their sweatpants. "Want to tell me?"

Y/N hesitated.

She always admired how easy things seemed for Lisa, how freely she laughed, how effortlessly she moved through the world, like she had never once doubted her place in it. But Y/N? Y/N always hesitated. Always overthought, always questioned.

Lisa, though, was patient. She never pushed, never demanded. She just waited, and maybe that was why, this time, Y/N finally let the words slip out.

"Do you ever…" she started, her voice quieter than the rain outside, "feel something, but you don’t know if you’re allowed to?"

Lisa didn’t respond right away.

Y/N could feel the shift in the air, the way the playful glint in Lisa’s eyes faded into something softer, something serious.

Lisa swallowed. "Yeah," she admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "All the time."

Y/N turned then, looking at her.

Lisa wasn’t smiling anymore. She wasn’t teasing, wasn’t trying to make light of the situation. No, her expression was open, vulnerable, as if she knew exactly what Y/N was trying to say, even if Y/N wasn’t sure she could say it yet.

"And what do you do?" Y/N asked, her voice so quiet she almost wasn’t sure she’d spoken aloud.

Lisa was silent for a moment. She glanced down at her hands, fingers flexing slightly, before she inhaled, steady but deep.

"I stop pretending I don’t feel it."

The words hit Y/N like a tremor, shaking something loose inside her chest.

Her heart stuttered, an uneven, traitorous rhythm, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if the pounding she heard was from the rain or from the way Lisa was looking at her, like she had already figured out Y/N’s secret long before she’d even admitted it to herself.

"Lisa…" Y/N breathed, but she didn’t know what she was going to say. Didn’t know if she could say anything at all when her emotions were tangled so tightly around her throat.

Lisa met her gaze, unwavering. "You don’t have to say it. Not if you’re not ready. But I just… I need you to know."

The unspoken words lingered between them, thick with meaning.

Y/N clenched her fingers into the fabric of her hoodie, her mind screaming at her to be careful. To think of the consequences. To remind herself of the rules, the expectations, the risks.

But then she looked at Lisa again, at the girl who had been by her side through every struggle, every late-night practice, every exhausted breakdown. The girl who had always been home in a way no place ever had.

And maybe it was reckless. Maybe it was terrifying.

But Y/N reached out anyway.

Her fingers trembled as they curled around Lisa’s hand, hesitant at first, but Lisa responded instantly, her grip warm, firm, certain.

Lisa let out a slow breath, one that sounded like relief, and gently lifted their joined hands between them.

Her thumb brushed over Y/N’s knuckles, a soft, lingering touch, and the world outside faded. The rain, the city lights, the weight of everything that told them they shouldn’t be doing this.

They didn’t say what this was. What it meant. What it could become.

But they knew.

In the quiet of that rain-soaked night, fingers entwined in a silent promise, they chose each other.

At first, love was easy.

In the small world they had built as trainees, where their days were measured in sweat-soaked hours of practice, late-night ramen runs, and whispered dreams of debut, there was safety. Their love was quiet, unspoken, but always there, woven into every lingering glance, every shared laugh, every moment stolen in between training sessions.

Back then, they didn’t have to think about the world outside their bubble. Back then, Lisa could reach for Y/N’s hand in the dimly lit hallways of the practice rooms, and Y/N could let herself believe that maybe, just maybe, this love wouldn’t have to stay a secret forever.

Then, Blackpink debuted.

And suddenly, everything changed.

Their world expanded, brighter lights, bigger stages, louder cheers. Their names became headlines, their faces broadcasted to millions. With every new success came more eyes watching, more rules to follow, more pressure to become the flawless, untouchable idols the world expected them to be.

And love became something they had to hide.

But no matter how much they tried to pretend, no matter how well they performed their roles as mere bandmates, Y/N could feel it. Lisa still looked at her the same way she did on that rainy night.

And Y/N still felt the same way she had when she first reached for Lisa’s hand.

Only now, loving Lisa wasn’t just reckless.

It was dangerous.

For years, Y/N and Lisa had mastered the silent language. They had learned how to love in the shadows, to exist in a world where their feelings had to be carefully hidden behind rehearsed smiles and scripted interactions. It had always been this way.

But lately, it had started to feel like suffocation.

“Alright, let’s go again!”

The director’s voice echoed across the brightly lit studio as the five of them reset their positions, preparing to film the next take of their interview. Y/N shifted slightly in her chair, hands resting on her lap, shoulders poised as she waited for the cue to begin.

Lisa sat beside her. Not too far, not too close. Just enough distance to make it look natural.

The interview went smoothly, filled with playful banter and perfectly timed responses, but Y/N barely heard a word of it.

She was too focused on the way Lisa’s laughter filled the room, how effortlessly she shined, how easy it was for her to play along with whatever questions were thrown at them.

And then it happened.

The interviewer, a charming host with an ever-present smile, leaned in with a conspiratorial glint in his eye.

“Lisa, you’ve been quite the topic of discussion lately,” he said, his tone teasing but calculated. “Rumors have been swirling about your special friendship with someone. Anything you’d like to clear up?”

The words hit Y/N like a punch to the stomach.

She forced herself to stay still, to not react, to not let anything show on her face as the entire room seemed to shift its focus onto Lisa.

Lisa, to her credit, barely hesitated. She let out a small laugh, tilting her head slightly. “Ah, you know how rumors are,” she said breezily. “People love to talk.”

The host chuckled. “So nothing’s going on there?”

Lisa shrugged. “I mean, I have a lot of friends.”

It was the perfect answer. Polite, neutral, dismissive. But Y/N couldn’t shake the sick feeling curling in her stomach.

Because she knew the truth.

She knew that Lisa hated rumors like this, that she had rolled her eyes every time a new one popped up, that she had once whispered to Y/N late at night, “I wish I could tell them it’s you.”

But she couldn’t.

So instead, Lisa smiled through it. Laughed it off. And Y/N sat there, silent, pretending it didn’t hurt.

The dorm was quiet, too quiet.

Blackpink’s schedule had been relentless, and after a long day of interviews and rehearsals, exhaustion should have made sleep come easy. But for Y/N, rest was impossible when her thoughts were this loud.

She sat curled up on the couch, a blanket draped loosely over her legs, the television flickering dimly in front of her. Some variety show was playing, but she wasn’t paying attention. The voices blurred together, white noise against the storm in her mind.

Lisa stood a few feet away, leaning against the kitchen counter, phone in hand. Her fingers scrolled absently, but Y/N knew she wasn’t really reading whatever was on the screen. She could tell from the way Lisa’s jaw was set, from the way her other hand gripped the edge of the counter just a little too tightly.

Neither of them spoke.

The distance between them wasn’t physical, but it felt like a chasm, one that had been slowly widening over time, one they both pretended wasn’t there.

Y/N hated it.

She hated how, just hours ago, they had sat side by side in an interview, forced to smile as Lisa laughed off dating rumors with him. Hated how Lisa had to act like it was nothing, even though Y/N knew it frustrated her just as much.

She should have been used to it by now.

After all, wasn’t this how they had always lived? Hiding. Pretending. Denying. But tonight, it felt different. Tonight, it felt heavier.

Finally, Lisa sighed and set her phone down with a soft thud, crossing her arms as she leaned back against the counter. “You’re quiet,” she said, voice softer than usual.

Y/N didn’t look away from the screen. “I’m always quiet.”

Lisa exhaled sharply, pushing off the counter and walking toward her. “Y/N.”

Something about the way Lisa said her name, soft, pleading, made her finally turn.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment, Y/N saw everything.

She saw the exhaustion in Lisa’s gaze, the frustration lingering beneath it, the way her shoulders seemed to carry the weight of something neither of them knew how to put into words.

Lisa, in turn, saw the walls Y/N was desperately trying to keep up.

“Say it,” Lisa murmured, stepping closer. “Whatever you’re thinking. Just say it.”

Y/N clenched her jaw, fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket.

She wanted to.

She wanted to tell Lisa how much it hurt to sit there, smiling through questions about another person. How much she hated the way people assumed Lisa belonged to someone else, when Y/N was the one who knew her better than anyone.

She wanted to tell Lisa that no matter how many times she convinced herself that she could handle this, handle the secrecy, the pretending, the rumors. She couldn’t.

She also knew how unfair it was. Lisa wasn’t choosing this. She never had.

So instead, Y/N forced herself to swallow the words, to push them down like she always did.

She shook her head. “It’s nothing.”

Lisa’s expression flickered, hurt flashing in her eyes for just a second before she masked it with a slow nod. A barely-there movement.

“Okay,” she said quietly.

Then she turned away.

Y/N let her.

Even though all she wanted was to pull her back. Even though all she wanted was to say, It’s not nothing. It’s everything.

The sound of Lisa’s door clicking shut echoed in the silence.

And Y/N sat there, staring blankly at the screen, feeling like she had just let something break between them.

To the world, Lisa was free. She could laugh and joke and be seen standing next to any guy without consequence.

But Y/N?

She was just another bandmate. Just another secret Lisa had to keep, and no matter how much she loved her, some nights, that truth felt unbearable.

The night of the Gala des Pièces Jaunes was dazzling.

Thousands of fans filled the venue, the roar of the crowd vibrating through the floors as Blackpink took the stage. The air was thick with excitement, the flashing of lights syncing with the pulsing bass of the music. Even through the deafening cheers, Y/N could hear her own heartbeat, steady yet heavy in her chest.

They had done this a thousand times before, stood under the spotlights, bodies moving in perfect rhythm, voices blending seamlessly as they performed for the world. And tonight was no different.

Yet, something felt different.

Y/N could feel it in the way Lisa looked at her during Shut Down, their gazes locking for a fleeting moment between the choreography. She could feel it in the touches when they brushed past each other on stage, the way Lisa’s fingers ghosted over hers during the final chorus of Pink Venom.

For a few brief moments, under the glare of the stage lights, it almost felt like they weren’t hiding.

Like it was just them.

But as the final notes faded, as the applause erupted like thunder, reality came crashing back.

The energy backstage was electric, a dizzying mix of post-performance adrenaline and industry charm. Staff members weaved between clusters of guests, coordinating last-minute details, while photographers snapped shots of celebrities draped in designer clothes. The air smelled like expensive perfume, champagne, and the faint lingering scent of stage fog.

Y/N felt like she was floating through it all, present, but not really there.

The applause still rang in her ears, the bass of their songs still thrummed in her chest, but the high of the performance had long since faded. Now, exhaustion was creeping in, settling in her bones, pressing against the edges of her carefully maintained composure.

She should have been relieved. The night had gone smoothly. The crowd had been incredible, the performance flawless. They had smiled, waved, thanked their fans.

But Y/N wasn’t thinking about any of that.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Lisa to find her, to slip through the chaos like she always did, to pull Y/N into a quiet corner and whisper something stupid just to make her laugh.

Waiting for Lisa to lean in, her voice low, asking, Are you okay? because Lisa always knew when she wasn’t.

Waiting for something, anything, to remind her that the space between them wasn’t as wide as it felt.

But Lisa didn’t come.

Y/N’s fingers curled around the bottle of water in her hand, gripping it tight enough to feel the plastic bend under the pressure.

When she finally spotted Lisa across the room, a small flicker of relief sparked in her chest, until she saw who she was with.

Frédéric Arnault.

The relief vanished.

Y/N froze, her grip tightening as she watched Lisa laugh, bright, effortless, like she wasn’t supposed to be anywhere else.

Frédéric leaned in slightly, saying something she couldn’t hear over the noise of the room, and Lisa tilted her head, her expression open, engaged.

Too engaged.

Y/N knew Lisa. She knew when her laughter was polite, when her smiles were manufactured for the sake of formality. This wasn’t that.

This was easy. Natural. Comfortable.

Something sharp lodged itself beneath Y/N’s ribs.

It wasn’t the first time she had seen them interact. Lisa was Lisa, charming, magnetic, the kind of person who could light up a room just by walking into it. And with her ever-growing status in the fashion world, it was no surprise that she had built relationships with people like Frédéric.

This was normal. Expected.

But that didn’t make it any easier to watch.

Then, he touched her.

It was nothing, just a casual brush of fingers against her arm, a meaningless gesture in the middle of a conversation. But Lisa didn’t pull away. She didn’t shift, didn’t step back, didn’t create even the smallest amount of distance.

She just stood there, still smiling.

Click.

A camera flash. Then another.

Y/N didn’t even have to check her phone to know the images would be everywhere within hours.

Her stomach twisted, something bitter rising in her throat.

She knew it was nothing. She knew Lisa hated these kinds of rumors, that she always brushed them off, that she had promised Y/N long ago that no matter what the world said, her heart belonged to only one person.

But knowing didn’t stop the ache. It didn’t stop the jealousy, the frustration, the exhaustion of constantly having to pretend that she was okay.

And what made it worse?

Lisa didn’t come looking for her.

Not after the conversation ended. Not as the event wound down and the guests began to slip away. Not as their team prepared to leave for the hotel.

Lisa stayed exactly where she was, caught up in conversation, oblivious to the fact that Y/N had been keeping her distance, that she had been waiting for something, anything, that never came.

By the time they reached the hotel, Y/N had already made up her mind.

She wasn’t going to ask.

She wasn’t going to beg for an explanation, for reassurance that Lisa should have given her without her having to ask.

Instead, she shut down. Because if Lisa wasn’t going to act like it mattered, then Y/N wouldn’t let it matter.

Even if, deep down, it already did.

The distance between them wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t an explosion, not an obvious severing of ties. It was slow. A gradual unraveling, so quiet, so subtle, that if someone were to look from the outside, they might not have noticed at all.

But Lisa noticed.

At first, it was little things, Y/N walking ahead instead of beside her, not waiting after practice like she used to. Excuses that sounded too rehearsed, too polite. A smile that never quite reached her eyes.

Lisa noticed the way Y/N no longer lingered near her, how she never let their fingers brush by accident anymore. How she stopped looking at her when she laughed, as if avoiding something painful.

Lisa noticed everything.

She told herself it was fine. That Y/N was just tired, just overwhelmed with schedules, just in her own head like she sometimes got.

But the more Lisa reached out, the more Y/N pulled away.

Every interaction became forced, every moment that should have felt theirs now felt scripted, performed. Even in front of the cameras, even when they smiled and laughed for the fans, Lisa could feel the distance.

And she was patient.

She tried to be patient.

Until she couldn’t be anymore.

The practice room was empty except for them.

Everyone else had left an hour ago, leaving only the sound of their breathing, the faint buzz of the overhead lights, the soft squeak of sneakers against the polished floor.

Y/N grabbed her hoodie from the bench, her water bottle in her other hand, movements robotic. She had planned to leave without a word, the same way she had been for the past days.

But Lisa wasn’t letting her go this time.

"Are you going to keep ignoring me?"

Y/N froze, fingers tightening around the fabric in her hands.

For a second, she thought about pretending she hadn’t heard her. Thought about brushing past her, like she didn’t feel the weight of Lisa’s voice, sharp and unyielding.

But Lisa wasn’t going to let her run.

Slowly, Y/N turned, her expression unreadable. "I’m not ignoring you."

Lisa let out a humorless laugh, one that didn’t match the warmth Y/N was used to. "Oh, really?" She crossed her arms, frustration evident in the tense set of her shoulders. "So it’s just a coincidence that you suddenly don’t have time for me?"

Y/N exhaled through her nose. "Lisa, I’m tired. Can we not do this right now?"

Lisa stepped forward, closing the space between them in one determined movement. "No." Her voice was lower now, edged with something raw. "Because you’re lying."

Y/N clenched her jaw, eyes flickering away. "I don’t want to fight."

"Then stop acting like a stranger and talk to me."

Silence.

Lisa’s breathing was uneven. She was angry, not because of whatever was wrong, but because Y/N wouldn’t let her in.

Y/N looked at her then, really looked at her.

Lisa’s eyes burned with frustration, but beneath it, there was something else. Something that looked a lot like hurt.

Y/N swallowed against the lump in her throat.

She could say it. 

She could tell Lisa that she saw her that night, that she watched the way she smiled at him, that it felt like someone had reached inside her chest and twisted until she couldn’t breathe.

She could tell Lisa that she hated how easily she fit into rooms Y/N felt like an outsider in, how she laughed so effortlessly in conversations that didn’t include her.

She could tell Lisa that she didn’t know how much longer she could do this, love her in the dark, stay quiet when the world asked questions, pretend that she wasn’t breaking piece by piece every time Lisa had to be someone else’s in the public eye.

She could say all of it, but saying it would make her sound petty. Insecure. Needy.

So instead, she inhaled, slow and careful, and said, "There’s nothing to talk about, Lisa."

Lisa’s jaw tightened.

She searched Y/N’s face, waiting, begging, for her to say something else.

To fight. To give her something to hold on to.

But Y/N said nothing.

And then.

"If you can’t handle this, then maybe we should stop."

The words landed like a gunshot.

For a moment, everything stopped.

Lisa must have realized it the second they left her mouth because her face changed instantly, her own words slamming into her like she hadn’t meant them, like she wanted to pull them back.

But it was too late.

Y/N’s lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

She just stood there, staring at Lisa, something inside her cracking, breaking so quietly that neither of them were sure if it could be put back together.

Lisa’s breath was shaky, like she wanted to say something else, like she was already regretting it.

But Y/N didn’t give her the chance. She turned, grabbed her bag, and walked out the door.

And this time, Lisa didn’t stop her.

The sound of the door clicking shut was louder than it should have been, ringing through the empty practice room like the final note of a song that wasn’t supposed to end yet.

Lisa stood there, frozen, her own words echoing back at her, sharp and unrelenting.

"If you can’t handle this, then maybe we should stop."

She hadn’t meant it.

God, she hadn’t meant it.

She had said it out of frustration, out of desperation, because she had been reaching for Y/N and Y/N kept slipping through her fingers. She had wanted Y/N to fight back, to tell her she was wrong, to say something, anything, other than “There’s nothing to talk about.”

But Y/N didn’t fight, she just left.

And Lisa let her.

She stood there for a long time after that, staring at the door like she could somehow will it to open again. Like if she waited long enough, Y/N would come back, storming in with that fire in her eyes, telling Lisa she was an idiot, telling her that stopping was never an option.

But the door stayed shut, the room stayed empty.

And for the first time in years, Lisa felt what it was like to be truly, completely alone.

The silence between them wasn’t the kind that followed an argument, the tense kind that lingered in the air like a thick fog, waiting for one of them to be brave enough to break it.

It wasn’t the kind of silence that led to a hesitant text, a soft knock on the door, a whispered, “Are we okay?”

No.

This was something else entirely.

This was absence.

A bottomless, aching nothingness where something beautiful used to be.

And the worst part?

Lisa let it happen.

She didn’t chase after Y/N that night. She didn’t run after her, didn’t grab her wrist, didn’t beg her to stay. She didn’t knock on her door, didn’t send a message, didn’t even try to fix what had shattered between them.

Y/N had once believed Lisa would never let her walk away, not really.

Lisa had always been the reckless one, the one who acted first and thought later, the one who loved so loudly, so unapologetically, that sometimes it terrified Y/N.

But this time, she had let her go.

And Y/N didn’t know which was worse, Lisa being too angry to fight for her, too exhausted to try again, or the terrifying possibility that maybe, just maybe, Lisa had already accepted this was over before Y/N had even walked out the door.

Either way, the result was the same.

The world kept turning. The schedules kept coming.

They stood on stage together, sat beside each other in cars, moved in the same orbit like nothing had changed.

But Y/N felt it.

The weight of everything unsaid pressed down on her like a stone in her chest, each breath heavier than the last. The silence between them wasn’t just a lack of words, it was a void, stretching wider and wider between them with each passing day.

And for the first time, Y/N wasn’t sure if they would ever find their way back.

Days passed.

They still existed in the same spaces, still moved through the same schedules, still lived in the same orbit, but it felt like they were spinning further and further apart, carried away by a force neither of them knew how to fight anymore.

Y/N stopped waiting for Lisa after practice. Stopped lingering near her during rehearsals, stopped seeking her out in those in-between moments, the ones where, before, Lisa would have leaned in close and whispered something just to make her laugh, or nudged their shoulders together in the way that used to feel like home.

She stopped giving Lisa anything at all.

At first, Lisa tried to pretend she didn’t notice. She laughed too loudly with Jennie and Jisoo, cracked jokes in interviews with a little too much energy, threw herself into rehearsals and training as if working herself to exhaustion would somehow make the ache go away.

But the little things? Those were impossible to ignore.

Y/N no longer sat beside her in the van, choosing instead to stare out the window, earphones in, completely unreachable. When Lisa spoke to her, Y/N responded only when necessary, short, clipped sentences that carried no warmth, no familiarity, nothing of the closeness they once had.

And suddenly, Lisa was hyper-aware of every tiny moment she had once taken for granted.

The way Y/N used to glance at her across the room, just to share a look only they would understand. The way she used to press a hand against Lisa’s back when they were in a crowd, a silent reassurance, a quiet promise that she was there. The way she used to feel like hers in the spaces between the world’s prying eyes, when it was just the two of them, where no one else mattered.

And now?

Now Y/N barely looked at her at all.

Lisa wanted to believe it would fix itself, that Y/N just needed space, that this, whatever this was, was temporary.

But then, the world started to notice.

At first, it was just a handful of comments online, fans picking up on what Lisa had already been trying to ignore.

"Lisa and Y/N used to be glued to each other, what happened?" "They don’t even look at each other anymore." "Did they fight? I won’t survive another cold war."

Lisa told herself it didn’t matter.

But then came the edits, the side-by-side comparisons, the painfully obvious shift from what they had been to what they had become. Clips of them on stage from months ago, laughing, teasing, effortlessly in sync, juxtaposed with the present, where every interaction was calculated, restrained.

Where Y/N barely acknowledged her at all, Lisa told herself to ignore it.

But it became impossible to ignore during performances.

Their chemistry had always been part of their magic, silent glances, teasing smirks, the kind of unspoken connection that made every movement between them feel like something more. It had been the easiest thing in the world, like breathing.

But now?

Now, their moves were just choreography.

Lisa would reach out, expecting Y/N to meet her there like she always had, like muscle memory, like instinct, but she was met with distance. A half-second hesitation. A subtle step in the opposite direction.

Y/N still danced as flawlessly as ever, still sang with the same power, still smiled when the cameras were on.

But she wasn’t there.

Not with Lisa. Not anymore.

Everything was calculated now. Forced.

The spark that had once come so naturally had vanished, and the fans could see it.

Lisa saw it too, and it was killing her.

Off stage, Y/N buried herself in work.

She stayed late at the company, rehearsing until her limbs felt like they weren’t her own, until the mirrors reflected nothing but movement, nothing but perfection, something she could control. She locked herself in the studio, pouring her energy into songwriting sessions, letting lyrics swallow her whole because words on a page were easier than the ones she wanted to say to Lisa.

She told herself it was better this way.

Because if she slowed down, if she let herself breathe, if she let herself think, then the weight of everything she had lost would crush her.

So she didn’t let it.

She woke up, went to schedules, danced until her muscles screamed, smiled when she needed to, spoke when she was expected to, and then went home and did it all over again.

The ache never left. It settled deep inside her chest, hollow and unrelenting, a silent grief that stretched wider with every day Lisa didn’t reach for her.

Every day she let the silence continue.

Every day she convinced herself that this version of them, this cold, distant thing they had become, was something she could live with.

Lisa had learned, over the years, how to read the shifts in her moods, how to pick up on the things left unsaid, how to listen not just to the words Y/N spoke but to the ones she kept locked behind tight lips and careful glances. She had never minded waiting, had never minded taking a step back when Y/N needed space, because she had always believed that, eventually, Y/N would come back to her, like she always did, like she always had.

But this time was different.

This wasn’t a temporary fight, wasn’t just an off week, wasn’t something time would naturally smooth over, but this was Y/N pulling away.

Lisa had tried to be patient. She had spent weeks watching Y/N slip further and further away, feeling helpless as every attempt to reach for her was met with polite indifference, with a forced laugh that never quite reached her eyes, with an empty space where something warm and familiar used to be. She had told herself to give it time, that maybe Y/N just needed a break, that maybe if she waited, things would go back to normal.

But things hadn’t gone back to normal.

Instead, Lisa had spent the past few weeks trapped in the suffocating silence of something she didn’t understand, trying to pretend it didn’t hurt. She had spent nights staring at her phone, her fingers hovering over Y/N’s contact, wondering if she should just call, just ask, just demand to know what she had done to make Y/N stop loving her like this.

But the part that scared her the most, the part that made her stomach twist in ways she didn’t want to think about, was the possibility that maybe she already knew the answer.

Because Lisa had let her go that night.

Had let her walk out that door without stopping her, without chasing after her, without doing a damn thing to stop everything from falling apart.

And maybe, in doing so, she had proven something to Y/N that Lisa never wanted to prove, that maybe Y/N didn’t matter as much as she did.

The thought made something tighten in her chest, made her heart race in a way that wasn’t excitement or nerves but fear, real and tangible, curling in her lungs and making it hard to breathe.

She couldn’t do this anymore.

She couldn’t sit back and pretend this wasn’t killing her, couldn’t let Y/N keep slipping through her fingers like she wasn’t the most important thing in Lisa’s entire world.

She had let Y/N walk away once.

But she wouldn’t let her do it again.

So that night, when they returned to the hotel after another long day of pretending, of standing side by side like strangers, of acting like their entire world hadn’t crumbled, Lisa made a decision.

Y/N was running on autopilot, her body exhausted, her mind shutting down, her heart weighed down by a heaviness she had carried for weeks. She didn’t let herself think as she stepped out of the elevator, barely noticing the quiet hum of the hallway, the soft padding of footsteps behind her.

All she needed was to get to her room.

To close the door.

To be alone.

To escape before Lisa had the chance to stop her.

But then Lisa’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade, sharp and unrelenting.

"Y/N."

Y/N didn’t stop walking. She couldn’t. “I’m tired, Lisa.”

“I don’t care.”

That made her pause. Just for a second.

Then Lisa’s fingers wrapped gently but firmly around her wrist, her grip just tight enough to keep Y/N from slipping away, just loose enough that she could pull free if she really wanted to. “Come with me,” Lisa said, her voice low, urgent.

Y/N’s heart clenched. “Lisa…”

“Please.”

The word was soft, but there was nothing weak about it. It wasn’t a demand. It wasn’t a plea. It was something raw, something desperate, something that carried the weight of every moment they had spent avoiding each other.

Y/N hesitated for a moment too long, and Lisa took that as permission.

She let go of Y/N’s wrist, but only to open the door to her own room, stepping inside without another word, trusting that Y/N would follow.

And she did.

Because for all the walls she had built, for all the distance she had put between them, Y/N had never been able to deny Lisa.

Not when it mattered.

The door clicked shut behind them, the quiet deafening.

Lisa didn’t move to turn on the lights, leaving only the dim glow from the city outside spilling through the windows, casting long shadows across the room.

Y/N stood near the entrance, arms crossed tightly over her chest, every muscle wound so tight she thought she might snap. “What do you want me to say, Lisa?”

Lisa turned to face her, her expression unreadable in the low light. “I want you to tell me what the hell is going on."

Y/N let out a humorless laugh, shaking her head. “You know what’s wrong.”

Lisa’s jaw tightened. “No, I don’t. Because you won’t talk to me. You just…” She exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her hair. “You just shut me out. And I don’t understand why.”

Y/N’s fingers curled into fists at her sides, something bitter rising in her throat. She doesn’t unders

She was really going to make Y/N say it?

Fine.

"You seem fine with it," Y/N bit out, her voice sharp, cracking under the weight of everything she had been holding back. "You’ve been fine. Laughing, joking, standing next to him like it’s nothing,"

Lisa’s body went rigid. "What?"

Y/N’s chest ached. "I saw you that night in Paris. With Frédéric. The way you smiled at him. The way you let him touch you. And I just…"

Her voice wavered, but she forced herself to keep going, to finally say it, because the words had been clawing at her for weeks, burning at the back of her throat every time she swallowed them down.

"It didn’t feel like nothing." She sucked in a shaky breath, feeling her own heart pounding, the weight of weeks of silence pressing against her ribs. "Not when I’ve spent years hiding, pretending, watching you act like… like I don’t exist."

Lisa’s breath hitched.

Y/N looked away, swallowing past the lump in her throat, her voice dropping to something quiet, something exhausted. “I’m tired, Lisa. I’m tired of being the secret. I’m tired of feeling like I don’t matter.”

Silence.

The kind of silence that crushed.

"Oh my god."

Y/N’s eyes flicked up.

Lisa had gone pale, her hands running through her hair, her breathing uneven, like something had just hit her, like something had just clicked.

"That’s why?" she whispered, disbelief flashing across her face. "That’s why you’ve been… Y/N." Her voice broke on the name. "It was never real. The rumors, the pictures, it was all bullshit. I wasn’t thinking, I wasn’t careful, but it was never…" She sucked in a sharp breath, her eyes desperate, pleading. "It was never you I was running from."

Y/N swallowed, her chest tight, her eyes stinging. “Then why didn’t you stop me?”

Lisa’s expression crumbled.

"Because I thought you didn’t want me anymore."

And just like that, the weight of everything came crashing down on them.

The silence. The distance. The pain of losing something they never should have lost, it was all there, hanging between them, thick and suffocating, pressing down on their chests like an unseen force, like a wound that had been left to fester for too long.

Lisa exhaled shakily, stepping closer, hesitating just for a second before reaching out, finally, after so long, her fingers brushing against Y/N’s wrist, tentative, like she was afraid she might pull away again.

Y/N didn’t move, didn’t breathe.

Lisa swallowed hard, her voice barely above a whisper, raw and broken. “I’ve missed you.” Her thumb ghosted over Y/N’s skin, light, almost hesitant, like she wasn’t sure if she was still allowed to touch her. "So much."

Y/N’s throat tightened.

Lisa took another step closer, eyes searching hers, desperate, pleading. "I love you, Y/N." She said it like a confession, like a prayer, like something that had been sitting on the tip of her tongue for weeks, aching to be spoken aloud. "*No rumor, no stupid PR image, nothing, nothing could ever change that."

Y/N’s breath hitched.

And for the first time in weeks, she let herself believe it.

Lisa didn’t expect everything to magically fall back into place overnight.

Words had been said, wounds had been left open for too long, and just because the truth had finally been spoken didn’t mean the hurt disappeared instantly.

But for the first time in weeks, Y/N didn’t turn away from her.

For the first time in weeks, Lisa reached for her, and Y/N let her.

That was enough.

It had to be.

The changes were subtle at first, so small that they thought no one outside of them would have noticed.

Lisa wasn’t sure if it was intentional or if it was just instinct, but suddenly, Y/N was standing closer again. Not in the way that would make headlines, not in the way that would raise questions, but in the way that Lisa felt.

A lingering touch on her wrist before walking away. Fingers brushing together under the table during meetings. A glance, soft, real.

It wasn’t perfect.

There were still moments of hesitation, still the weight of the what-ifs pressing down on them whenever a camera flashed too close, whenever an interview question forced them back into their carefully constructed public roles.

But they stopped hiding.

Maybe they weren’t shouting their love from the rooftops, but they no longer buried it so deep that it felt like a secret even between them.

Lisa caught Y/N smiling at her during a fan event, really smiling, not just the professional kind, but the kind that meant something, and she didn’t fight the urge to lean in closer, to whisper something just for her, to let the world wonder.

She didn’t flinch when, during a chaotic moment backstage, Y/N absentmindedly reached for her hand, held it for a second too long before letting go.

And maybe, just maybe, she let her fingers tighten just a little, hold on for a beat longer than necessary, to make sure Y/N knew she was there.

They were still Blackpink.

Still global superstars. Still the names filling headlines, still the faces on billboards, still the people the world wanted to claim.

But beyond all of that, beyond the flashing lights and the schedules and the relentless, suffocating expectations, Lisa and Y/N were still them.

Still the girls who stayed late in the practice room, who whispered secrets in the quiet moments before the world woke up.

Still the girls who had chosen each other once, so long ago.

And now, standing side by side, their fingers brushing, their gazes lingering for just a second too long. They were choosing each other again.

And this time, nothing, not rumors, not the industry, not the weight of the world, was going to take that away from them.

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Hi Authornim can i request for a story/image for sana based on the song we can't be friends by ariana grande. i would appreciate it thank you

You have no idea what you just asked but be careful what you wished for dear anon :)

ExFriends | Sana Minatozaki x reader

You sat in your apartment staring at the wall. You were the leader of a new girl group, you guys had experienced such big success from debut and now you guys now you guys had gotten yet another win. You guys were even considered nations girl group, practically unstoppable. Despite all this success you couldn’t help but feel…empty, you were proud of the success that you and your members had but it all felt bitter.

You looked to the wall, filled with memories of your old group that you had first debuted in, the trainees you had trained with who either faded from your life or didn’t get to see as much due to busy schedules. The songs you sang with your previous members and the performances you gave with them, all these memories hit you terribly like a truck causing tears to well in your eyes.

You looked at one picture of you and someone who had impacted your life the most. The one person who constantly stayed in your memory no matter how much you tried to forget her, someone that you had trained with as well as debuted with, your first love Sana Minatozaki. Who was also your first heartbreak.

You still remember the day you met Sana a year prior before you two would go on SIXTEEN. You saw her in the cafeteria sitting next to another girl, due to language barriers you guys couldn’t communicate with words but just your presence proved to make them both smile. You were focused on Sana’s smile and the way it lit up a room immediately bringing whoever it was comfort. You loved spending hours with her in the dance practice room admiring the talent she possessed but you also noticed how when she danced she almost seemed to match up with Momo.

Besides that you still loved the feeling you got when you were around Sana, almost like she was your home. You knew from this day that Sana would be a big figure in your life if only you knew at the time what that would mean.

As the years went on, all 10 of you would go on to take the world by storm gaining fame not just in Korea but globally. It was scary at first but Sana convinced you it would all be ok which instantly relaxed you. You were sitting in the studio by yourself at the time, Chaeyoung and Dahyun having left to do whatever it was they said they needed to do. You had already made a beat for a song but were stuck on the lyrics feeling the mental block that most songwriters tend to get when writing songs.

You didn’t even realize when Sana had come in til she playfully draped her arms over your shoulders lightly massaging them, you looked up to be met with the smile you had grown to love. Your eyes lingered more on her lips causing you to glance away “You’ve been in here for hours ynnie” she took one the chairs scooting it close to you, she placed her hand on your thigh making you fight the urge to bite your lip. “I’ve been stuck on this song for a while, I don’t know what it is.”

You didn’t notice how you clicked the top of your pen while you spoke attempting to focus til Sana’s beautiful fingers took you out your focused like trance placing them on top of yours removing the pen from your hands. You turned your body to face her as you felt her fingers massaging your hands a gesture that was so small but made you feel as if everything else didn't matter. You took in her playful smile and the way she looked at you that made you blush.

No matter how many times she would look at you like that it still caused butterflies in your stomach, you admired her lips that looked so kissable in this moment, the way her brown hair fit her complexion in the best way. You didn’t even realized you spaced out til her phone started ringing bringing you back. She answered it right away with such eagerness.

You felt a bit disappointed that the moment between you two was interrupted but that disappointment was filled with jealousy when you realized who it was she was talking to. “Momoring! your insane you just ate lunch with me 2 hours ago and your already wondering what to eat again!” She giggled the way she always does when she's with Momo, her smile changing to one she only has when it comes to Momo filling you with a slight bit of sadness.

. Her and Momo have known each other longer but it seemed always as if there was always something going on there, an underlying connection that they didn’t have with everyone else. When she left, you found yourself thinking about the moment and imaging what it would be like to have her look at you the way she looked at Momo. Almost like she was stuck in your head.

You were with the rest of your members celebrating your comeback “FANCY”, all of you drinking shots after shots to really celebrate which eventually led you guys where you were now. Truth or dare. The game was filled with laughs and very risqué dares, from Jihyo talking about all the people she's kissed to Mina giving Jeongyeon a lap dance. You had been playing it safe this whole time only picking truth and not getting asked anything too bad just a few standards and revealing a few things that made you blush.

You sat between Sana and Mina whilst waiting for your turn, your eyes constantly would fall to the way Momo had her arm on Sana’s waist in an almost romantic like manner. Almost as if she was claiming her as her own. Momo would whisper sweet nothings in Sana’s ear causing the girl to let out a chorus of drunk giggles or various “Momoring!”’s. Sana would get more touchy with Momo from the kisses she would give her that were just centimeters away from Momo’s mouth or the looks they would give each other as if there was an unspoken bond between the 2.

Mina held your hand reassuringly at one point as a way to hopefully try to divert your attention from them which would sometimes work and other times went ignored. “truth or dare?” Nayeon asked Momo with a smirk “Dare!” “I dare you to kiss Sana then!” multiple giggles and ooh’s could be heard from some of the girls except Mina and Jihyo who knew about your feelings for the girl.

girl. “Aw come on Nayeon! why that dare!?” Dahyun playfully said knowing how unpredictable Nayeon could be, “it’s either that or she takes a shot!” Nayeon giggled whilst looking at the 2 with a knowing look. You wanted to scream as you saw Momo’s hand caress Sana’s cheek as she leaned closer a pit in your stomach forming as well as the feeling of tears in your eyes. You made up an excuse about not wanting to play anymore ignoring the protests of the other girls as you quickly went up to your room.

Why did you open that door? Why did you have to be so curious? You barged into Sana’s room wanting to ask for her thoughts on a song for the Japanese single you were working on for the group. This was normal since it was something you both would do when wanting to be near the other whether it was just cuddling or wanting to feel the other’s presence. Instead you walked in on something much worse.

You found both Sana and Momo making out on her bed, nearly undressed. Sana squeaked in alarm while Momo had a shocked look on her face her first instinct to cover them both. “Ynnie I-” you didn't get to hear the rest of what she said, slamming the door shut, and rushing into your own room next door.

The tears flowed out your eyes while your knees gave out beneath you. You put your hands over your mouth as you cried feeling a burning hole in your chest, you weren’t even paying attention to the tender sighs that could be heard from one of them. You were only focused by the pain you felt from what you saw, you looked at one of your pictures you had on the wall of the two of you. It hung there like a mockery to how blind you had been to something that had so obviously been there right in front of you.

The next week Sana had taken notice how you had distanced yourself from her and Momo. You knew it wasn’t right but you couldn't bring yourself to face either one of them right now. Mina held you as you cried in her arms “it hurts minari..how could I have been so stupid to something that was right in my face? it was obvious I never stood a chance against Momo.” Mina rubbed your back listening as you sobbed, she knew you were hurting and was determined to be there for you in every way she could.

“I’m sorry yn if I had known something was going on…I would’ve never told you to confess to her..or at least push you to..I swear I didn’t-” you couldn’t hear Mina’s voice anymore as you thought back on all the moments you and Sana had together.

From the way she would hold your hand in the airport as to not lose you to the crowd “I just feel better when your close to me ynnie! can’t let my baby get lost now can I?”, the times she would hold you when you couldn’t sleep making you smell her shampoo which to you felt like home but just the thought of that scent makes you nauseous now, and all the times she would sometimes brush her fingers on your lips then shoot you a teasing almost innocent like smile “your lips are so soft ynnie..wonder how they taste.” All of these memories that once made you feel happy now brought you nothing but pain causing you to sob harder.

Nothing could prepare any of the girls for what you did next. A week after the first concept pictures had dropped, a week after your guys most anticipated comeback, you left. You terminated your contract and just like that you were gone, you still remember the look on Jihyo and Mina’s faces when you told them that you were leaving the group. The way Jihyo cried while she hugged you and mina’s loud sob mixed with yelling, at the end of the day they supported your decision though knowing that the reason you were leaving was because of how much it hurt you to face Sana and Momo.

But what they didn’t know was the longing you felt for her to so much as look at you. They didn’t know how much you stilll craved Sana’s touch, they didn’t know how she could somehow still make you feel better, they didn’t know how you would cry remembering her touch from any touches you guys had. You didn’t get to speak to Sana before you left but you remember the glance you gave her when you left.

Her face falling when she received the news ,as eyes filling with tears that were streaming down her cheeks. It hurt you to see her like this as she silently begged you to come back and tell her this wasn’t real and maybe in another world you would’ve if Momo wasn't holding her hand.

You waited a year before signing to a new company. The trainees you were surrounded with obsessed with ‘Feel Special’ the last Twice music video you could ever be seen in. You would force yourself to leave the room when the song would play Sana’s voice bringing a whole new level of pain you were trying to get rid of. You remembered the texts Sana would send you daily trying to get you to talk to her but you would never respond knowing that you could never be friends with her again. Even when Nayeon had informed you about Sana and Momo’s break up you still didn’t text her, unable to bring yourself to do it.

Eventually she stopped texting you and life moved on with you debuting in a new girl group as the leader and twice continuing as a 9 member group. You still talked to your old members especially Jihyo, Mina, Tzuyu, and Jeongyeon unable to let go of the bond you had with them. You eventually even reconnected with Momo but never Sana.

Currently you sat in your apartment, your phone buzzing with multiple messages from friends and families. You couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth when you saw Jihyo and Mina’s congratulatory texts. You smiled sadly as you texted them both thank you’s letting them know how much you missed them. You looked to your wall to the picture of you and Sana.

The same picture that hung on your wall when you walked in on her and Momo, the same picture you both took with each other years ago. If you had told either of the girls in that picture that they would one day not speak again they wouldn’t believe you. You stopped looking at the picture when you felt your phone buzzing as it rang, when you looked at the caller ID everything felt as if it had come to a stop.

Sana is calling…..

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I remember when we first met years ago - he was just an passionate but unknown trainee at the entertainment company, and I was a wide-eyed intern helping out with administrative work. Music brought us together and there was a spark.

Everything was picture perfect...until Heeseung finally debuted as an idol. That's when our humble little love story got flipped entirely on its head. Suddenly, he was constantly being pulled in a million different directions - music shows, variety appearances, global tours.

I've tried so hard to be understanding and supportive. But as the loneliness settles in and he becomes more like an overworked stranger to me each passing day, the tension and strain is unavoidable.

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ꪆ୧ eras | crown | black mamba | the name chapter: temptation | do it like that | the name chapter: freefall | minisode 3: tomorrow | line distribution minisode 3 : tomorrow | minisode 3: tomorrow concept trailer |

ꪆ୧ tubatu | the group | joojun duo

ꪆ୧ secenarios | beomgyu vs bibi | mama 2021 | infamous sasaengs | making of tnc: temptation pt. 1 | making of tnc temptation pt. 2 | the name chapter: temptation behind #1 | the circle chart music award | joohyung getting sick on tour | joohyung scouted | date night | weverse con day 1 | behind the hybe’s gg performance | meeting the jonas brothers | baby ?| diaries from txt: lost our summer | we lost the summer documentary preview | txtpalooza | joohyung at vmas | New York fun | airports are no fun | moments before freefall | fansigns | standing next to you fun | freefall comeback | fun night in paris | w korea love your w event | new dorm | 2023 kbs global music bank festival/bts | breaking point | the big day |

ꪆ୧ tour | act: lovesick tour | act: lovesick tour 2 | act: sweet mirage seoul day 1 | act: sweet mirage japan | act: sweet mirage us | act: promise in seoul | act: promise us part 1 | act: promise us part 2 |

ꪆ୧ variety shows | txt on jessi’s showterview | joohyung on bistro | joohyung on bistro 2 | mmtg: ep 278 daily lives of an idols | radio show with jaejae | we lost the summer documentary pt. 1 | hybe game caterer 1 | bambam’s house | halmyungsoo ep. 152 | hybe game caterer 2 |

ꪆ୧ solo | debut live | perfect night | making of black mamba ep | the start: black mamba |

ꪆ୧ lives | joohyung live #1 | joohyung during group lives | trainee stories |

ꪆ୧ to do | ep. 57 pt 1 | ep. 83/84 | ep. 128 |

ꪆ୧ vlog | jooie’s vlog #1 |

ꪆ୧ articles | soompi | soompi | pannchoa | soompi | pop base | koreaboo |

ꪆ୧ weverse | 1 |

ꪆ୧ instagram | 1 |

[hybe-girl]

──────────── MUSE ; animated

ℐׅ ─ “Muse” an animated television series produced by 21 Studio, premiered on January 28, 2019, and quickly became a cultural phenomenon. Over two seasons, it garnered critical acclaim and international attention, becoming a ratings success in South Korea and beyond. The series’ unique blend of animation and music, coupled with its compelling storyline, captivated audiences worldwide.

Upon its release, “Muse” shattered records on Netflix, becoming the platform’s most-watched series. It dominated the charts in 94 countries, attracting more than 142 million member households and amassing 1.65 billion viewing hours in its first four weeks. This unprecedented success highlighted the show’s universal appeal and the growing global influence of South Korean entertainment.

“Muse” was released just before the debut of the girl group Muse, also under 21 Studio. The series follows the members of Muse from their early days as trainees to their rise as international superstars. This narrative resonated deeply with viewers, offering an intimate look at the challenges and triumphs faced by aspiring artists in the competitive world of K-pop.

One of the most fascinating aspects of “Muse” is how it blurred the lines between fiction and reality. The show featured the full album debut of the girl group Muse, which quickly gained widespread popularity. The album’s lead single became the longest-running number-one song on the Circle Digital Chart and marked the group’s first entry on both the Billboard Hot 100 and the UK Singles Chart. This seamless integration of the animated series with real-world music success created a unique and immersive experience for fans.

Critics have lauded “Muse” for its innovative storytelling, vibrant animation, and powerful music. The series not only entertained but also provided a behind-the-scenes look at the K-pop industry, shedding light on the dedication and hard work required to achieve stardom. Its portrayal of the members’ growth and perseverance resonated deeply with audiences, inspiring many to pursue their own dreams.

“Muse” stands as a testament to the power of storytelling and the global reach of K-pop. Its success on Netflix and the subsequent rise of the girl group Muse underscore the show’s significant impact on both the entertainment industry and its fans. As “Muse” continues to inspire and entertain, it leaves an indelible mark on the world of animation and music, setting a new standard for future productions.

[itspheenixbaby]

re : introducing my group, idol dr.

i just realized you have to go to the dot-com to get 30 pictures! so now im making another introduction for my idol dr WITH PICTURESS!! WHAAAT???

now playing - american idiot by greenday.

seven minutes to heaven

subunits (s&s)..

AKA ; charlies angels,

the fashionable, fast talking, quick witted and smart mouthed 14-member global co-ed idol group who debuted in the summer of 2022 under hybe entertainment. the group was formed via god-knows-what, we werent trainees, werent on a competition show and had sparse social media presences pre-debut. all really known is that our managers: charlie & charlie, disappeared for four years, determined to make a successful idol group and 7mth was the product of their efforts.

7mth is split into two main sub units divided by gender; soul & spirit.

both groups mostly release separately but have a group project once a year.

our music blends funk, rock, east coast rap and carribbean music while giving it a soul twist.

soul, 7mth & spirit make different styles of music, all with the same "vibe".

🎶 same vibe as...

sergio mendes, pharrel, jamiroquai, james brown, lucy pearl, black eyed peas

known for ;

musicality.

versatility.

solo projects.

soul vocals.

powerful, stable & wide range vocals.

"angelic" harmonies.

humor, chemistry, charisma.

PEOPLE

members..

s/o

me!

"honorary" members..

managers..

OTHER POSTS

scenarios

group collaborations : panty & stocking with garterbelt, tokidoki, jjba.

group ambassadorships : victorias secret, bape, babyphat, ed hardy, loubiton.

[livelybutterflyy]

introducing my kpop drself

EARLY LIFE :

Moon Seulbi was born October 8th 2004 to a lawyer mother & businessman father in Seoul , South korea. She is the youngest of three siblings , Moon Jinyoung & Moon Jisung are her older siblings , Jinyoung (Da’ah) is an actress while Jisung is a fellow idol.

During her childhood / teenhood , she traveled and lived in many places, for example , the first 5 years of her life were spent in Tokyo, Japan , where she began dancing . Then she spent two years in Paris , where she first witnessed Fencing, and she begged her mom to learn. 

here are a list of some of the places she lived in as a child:

Seoul , South korea (obv)

Tokyo, Japan

Paris, france

London, England

New York city, United states

SCOUTING STORY :

Her father was a prominent businessman and was friends with JYP , Jyp offered to train his daughter ( Seulbi ) to be an idol, and without her consent, He agreed, on one condition, he would have a manager street cast her first, to take the blame off him.

Seulbi was seven years old when she was walking with her mother to the park when a JYP manager came up to her and asked if she’d like to be an idol. Seulbi, who was extremely emotional and afraid of everything, immediately burst into tears. Her mother agreed on her behalf.

DEARLIE :

DEARLIE was a 4 member kids girl group under JYP entertainment, the group consisted of Minseo, Sieun , Jaylie & Sooyoung. They debuted august 16 2013 with the song “Gee”. The group disbanded in January of 2016 after their contracts were terminated. 

Dearlie was a highly successful group , even with the controversy of a 8 year old debuting, it was marketed as a “kids girl group” for that exact reason. It remained unknown until 2023 why their contracts were mysteriously terminated.

POST-DEARLIE :

Sooyoung was only 11 years old when DEARLIE disbanded, eager to stay in the kpop industry where she felt appreciated, Sooyoung partook in Sixteen, Idol school & Produce 101 , all in the time of 9 months. After failing to debut in the three groups, Sooyoung quit being a trainee but was hired as a producer, stylist, choreographer  and concept designer for JYP , she worked on groups like SKZ, MISS A, TWICE & ITZY. She was the "mind" behind Skz, as she created their concept & discography nearly by herself

During this time, she didn’t even live in Korea ! Sooyoung attended the most prestigious boarding school in the world , Lucent arts academy in England where she majored in dance and minored in mythology until her departure in 2019.

LYONU :

Sooyoung had been longing for her return to the Kpop industry for a while, so when TNS reached out and asked if she’d like to audition for them, Sooyoung said yes. By July of 2019, Sooyoung was a trainee at TNS, by September of 2019, she was in the debut line up.  !! She had quit JYP by then !!

The nowhere girls club (TNGC) debuted June 5 2020 with the song Generation , it was a massive hit both domestically and internationally, with Sooyoung serving as the songs producer & songwriter.

By their second comeback with the full album “Stay out of my secrets” and the double title tracks Girls never die and Girls capitalism, TNGC had secured their place as a force to be reckoned with, not just in the kpop industry, but with the global music industry itself, with being nominated for 6 grammys and going home with 5.

SOLO VENTURES :

Moon Sooyoung is a brand. She is the most popular female idol ever. She has over 200 million followers on her solo instagram account , and she's only had it three years.

Some of her global  brand deals include : vivienne westwood, YSL, burberry , alexander mcqueen & graff diamonds. These are my 5 favs out of her 17 accumulated over the years. She is known as : global it girl, 4th gen fashion icon, dancing prodigy & ace of kpop (there are many more.)

Sooyoung constantly sets trends , including ; Lucky Jelly , off shoulder tops, reverse mirror selfies, heart cheek pose, , Sooyoungism, decorated shoes , custom decorated mics & more !!

For the two year and the four year anniversary of TNGC, each member released a mixtape for the fans, Sooyoung released BE PRETTY as her first solo and released INSANITY! As her second. Despite having small promotions, be pretty went extremely viral and got 1 billion streams in only 89 days and received over 13 music show wins in a 2 week timespan. Insanity! Also went extremely viral, reaching 1 billion streams in only 76 days ! it also received 15 music show wins in the two week promotion period

[soojinieshifts]

K-pop Diaries

Request made by @ellis-realityshifting

Mini series I might do where I talk about what things are like as an idol from my experience. Please remember that just because this was my experience this does NOT mean that things are the same for every reality /your dr.

Training

Honestly training depends on the company you are in since each company does it differently but from my experience some companies allow you to stay in school while training and if you debut as a minor while others will want you to drop out due to the amount of time you are expected to commit as a trainee, and other times it is your choice. I’ve scripted certain things so being a trainee under really shitty companies wasn’t as bad but it still wasn’t good.

You have to audition to become a trainee and the audition process is different for locals and foreigners. I don’t know exactly what the audition process for locals are like but if your a foreigner the company will hold global auditions in your country and from there things will be determined. And then from there it’s really a waiting game til you get a callback and then you are expected to come to Korea for another udition in front of more staff (idk what to call this part😭). If you pass the audition in Korea then from there you are expected to start as a trainee but you will often need consent from a parent if you audition as a minor.

While being a trainee you are trained in rap, dance, and vocals and there are monthly evaluations. Most companies have a separate building for trainees separate from idols, you are also provided with dorms but so,e companies let their trainees stay at their house if local. Do keep in mind the group that you train with does not always mean you will debut with that group, and if the company feels like it they can remove you from the lineup of a potential group, disband this group and train them with other people or for a different group, or someone could leave the company as a whole therefore changing the whole lineup of your alleged group.

Sometimes you will be in the company years before they debut you, you will be there for a few months, or if they feel like you won’t be a good fit for their image/group then you will be kicked out of the company. If you have a scandal depending on the company you are under will determine whether they keep you or not (it also helps with what you script). Companies often kick trainees out when they feel they don’t know what to do with them or feel as though they don’t have enough talent to their own standards but again this depends on what company you are under. They can also force you on diets if they feel necessary however I scripted diets are not forced on idols or trainees especially the diet packs, ice only diets, and there are many more. I 100% think these should be scripted out but it’s honestly your choice.

Things I recommend you script: trainee edition

- Trainees get breaks during the day

- Foreign trainees and Korean trainees are treated equally

- trainees are allowed to use their phones during breaks

- You pass every evaluation

- if you choose to script a scandal please script you don’t get kicked out (unless it’s part of your dr)

- Trainees debt does not exist (Any debt really😭)

- You aren’t forced on diets (script these out as a whole honestly…..)