#got7 college

[staynoonaz9290]

Sweet Talk To Me

Where Arin has a sexy TA, Park Jinyoung, who she’s been crushing on a little too hard, and Eunmi’s still bickering with her childhood frenemy, Im Jaebum, who’s she’s just a little too attracted to nowadays. Heading to a party, Arin wants to let loose and Eunmi wants to find a guy to spend the evening with for once, neither one of them prepared for what would happen that night…

Group: JJProject/Got7/Solo Artists

Pairing: Jinyoung/Fem! Reader (Third Person - Arin); JB/Fem! Reader (Third Person - Eunmi)

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Sexual Content, Oral Sex (F-Given), Language, Student/TA Relations, Frenemies, Friends to Lovers, Partying, Alcohol Consumption, Making Out, Heavy Petting, Slight Dirty Banter

Chapters: 5

Word Count: 21,934

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COMPLETE

Preview:

“I honestly just think you have bad taste, Eunmi.”

She glared at him, her heart not all the way in it, eyes locking with his. 

“I’m just saying,” Jae said with a shrug, eyes darting from hers. “Those guys don’t deserve you at all.” 

All thoughts in Eunmi’s mind came to a screeching halt at those words, and Jaebum shoved both hands in his pockets, seeming a little wobbly on his feet as he glanced down at his shoes. 

“What?”

It’s all she could think to say in that moment, voice quiet, honestly not sure if she heard him right. Her heart was racing in her chest, much harder than it had all night, and she felt an odd flutter in her throat as she swallowed hard. Eunmi watched him reach up to run a hand through his hair, her eyes following the movement, realizing how close they were standing for the first time. 

“I just-”

Eunmi knew Jae too well; he always looked around when he was nervous, as if the words he needed were written on a cue card waiting for him in the background. 

“They’re not really worth your time. You’re…”

She felt like she couldn’t breathe now, something different about the air between them, something charged that she wasn’t sure if she was imagining or not. Her stomach was twisting slowly but steadily, drunk mind frozen in time, not sure what to expect from this man in front of her. 

He finally sighed, taking his hand from his hair and letting it drop to his side. 

“You’re too good for them, Eunmi.”

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“Anything else I should know about you, Miss Kim?” 

Jinyoung's eyes were shining in amusement and she giggled with a playful roll of her eyes. 

“You can call me Arin, Professor Park .” 

He bit his lip, the smile on his face a little more wicked than it should’ve been as he looked at her through his lashes. 

“I think I might still want you to call me Professor Park though.” 

Oh my god, yeah, he’s definitely drunk

But truthfully, so was she, and his words had her brain short-circuiting as she took in the implications. She wanted him, bad - since the moment she’d seen him on the first day of class- but with him so close, yet so far away, a tantalizing grin on his face as she realized their knees were definitely touching now…

Arin knew they were wading in dangerous waters. 

“What if I don’t want to call you that?” she asked with a teasing smirk, a master at hiding her emotions, drunk or not. “ Jinyoung .”

“Hmm…” he searched the features of her face, eyes lingering on her lips before he was reaching into the chip bag again. “I guess I can live with that.”

If you liked this preview, you can read the whole novel here on my AO3 page 😊!

[hanu-bear]

This all started because I wanted to make something for Moonbin and I thought other people would like it too. K-pop has been a major part of my life for over seven years now. It has gotten me through some of the worst times and has created some of my fondest memories.

So far there are 13 bands and 4 solo artists, all tagged at the bottom. I adore the K-pop community and have always loved fan made items and I hope you will love mine too! I am open to requests!

[studioeisa]

hard carry 🧮 mingyu x reader.

your math major soulmate is the only reason you’re surviving college, but how long can you rely on him for help?

★ math major!mingyu x art major!reader.  ★ word count: 2k ★ genre/warnings: alternate universe: college/university, alternate universe: soulmates (you and your soulmate can communicate with thoughts), romance, fluff, humor. a math term/solution i am not 100% sure about. reader’s thoughts are in pink while mingyu’s are in blue.   ★ footnotes: this is part of my follower milestone event. when are @maplegyu and i not self-indulgent? alas, brainiac!kmg is one of my favorite versions of gyu— so i’m glad to finally have an excuse to play with it. ily, maple! 

↻ ◁ || ▷ ↺ hard carry by got7. no song without you by honne. in the same place by girls on top. let’s love by suho. lilac by iu. mariposa by peach tree rascals. love equation by vixx. common denominator by justin bieber.

Barnett Newman. Helen Frankenthaler. Mark Rothko. 

All fantastic abstract expressionist painters, known for their vibrant compositions and color-saturated canvases. Some of your peers turned their noses up at the movement, presumably because it always took a little more of a critical eye to understand it. 

You didn’t share the same distaste. Most of the time, you enjoyed the colors, lines, and shapes that all served to be a bigger part of a whole. 

If anything, the math problem in front of you was the most abstract thing you’d ever faced. 

You stare at the test paper, your pencil hovering uselessly above the page. The numbers have all blurred together— a mess of equations and symbols that could rival the work of Jackson Pollock. 

It’s almost comical, how you slot so easily into the stereotype of art-major-who’s-ass-at-math. Some people are an exception to the norm. You are not one of them. 

“Fifteen minutes left,” your hard-pressed professor drawls from the front of the classroom, and you snap out of your woe-is-me reverie.

Question five taunts you. If f(x) = 3x² - 4x + 7, find f'(x) and evaluate f'(2).

Derivatives. Okay. You know this. You should know this. 

Except, right now, your brain is a blank canvas.

You purse your lips. This isn’t going to bode well for you, but you’d held out this long. You’ll be lucky to get a C on this test— to pass by the skin of your teeth— and so you deserve to get at least one question indisputably correct. Right? 

Mingyu. You reach out through the bond, desperate. You there? 

Some have said that once you’ve met your soulmate, once you know how they sound like, it’s their voice that rings in your thoughts. If you haven’t, though, you’re left with something more akin to subtitles. Text flashing in your head in a font of your choosing. 

(Your poison is Courier New. You asked Mingyu once, what his font for you was, but he never really ‘got back’ to you on it.) 

There’s a pause— just long enough for you to feel guilty— before a response flashes in your mind. Aren’t you in the middle of a test? 

You can almost imagine his tone. You anticipate it’d be something sharp and warm all at once, which is just your way of coping with how desperate you feel right now. 

I’m seriously failing in the middle of my test, you respond. Hopefully, he can read how frantic and desperate you are. I just need a little nudge. 

A beat. 

You tack on, Please? 

If Mingyu could sigh, he probably would have by now. He’s a man carrying the weight of your academic shortcomings, after all. There’s just enough exasperation in his ‘tone’ when he shoots back, Fine. What is it? 

Your eyes dart over the problem plaguing you. Once you’ve mentally relayed it to your soulmate, he responds without missing a beat. 

Power rule. If you have something like axⁿ, the derivative is naxⁿ⁻¹. 

You blink. Say that like I’m five. 

So help me, God, Mingyu says, forcing you to tamp down a laugh. Okay. What’s 3x²? 

Uh… 6x? 

Good. And -4x? 

-4? 

And a constant? 

Zero— 

You sit up a little straighter, faltering mid-mental correspondence. So f’(x) is 6x - 4.

Mingyu can’t really sound amused— or proud— but you picture it all the same when he urges you to go on. And f’(2)? 

Your pencil is already scribbling furiously across your test paper. Eight, you triumphantly declare. The answer is eight. 

There you go, he answers. 

For not the first time, you wish you’d already met him. It must be nice to have a smile in your mind, a cadence instead of sentences. But you and Mingyu had agreed that neither of you were in a rush. You were both uni students wanting to explore your individual lives at your own pace before attempting a happily ever after. 

It’s only through your ironclad will that you’ve resisted the urge to look him up, to find out if there was a math major named Mingyu within your area.

This is the last time I’m going to help you cheat, he says as you move on to correct your answers for some of the other questions.

A corner of your mouth twitches upward. That’s what you said last time. 

Yeah, well, I mean it this time. Get a tutor or something, woman. 

Are you presenting yourself? 

Don’t tempt me with a good time. 

Your professor keeps you from responding immediately. “Five minutes,” she calls out. 

Your fingers tighten around your pencil. It wouldn’t be the first or last instance where academic integrity might be compromised because of the whole soulmate bond, but Mingyu is right. You can’t keep summoning him like your personal math genie. 

Fine, you concede. I’ll stop bothering you with my [math] problems. Nerd. 

Mingyu asked for it, so, really— he’s to blame for missing it. 

It’s an odd feeling, this restlessness that comes in the absence of your out-of-the-blue inquiries. The two of you still occasionally reach through the bond to exchange an amicable word or two, maybe recommend a song, but gone are the times you’d come running to him for help. 

He’s sitting in the library, his notebook opened to a half-finished proof. His pencil twirls idly between his fingers as he attempts to focus. Instead, his mind keeps drifting to what was once a daily occurrence. 

Panicked whispers of Mingyu, help. Last-minute pleas for salvation. Complaints about how math is ruining your life, how this would most definitely not be useful in the real world. 

(He would never admit it, but he had always liked when you tangented into the last one. It felt a bit like a betrayal to his field, the endearment he felt whenever you’d flood his mind with paragraph after paragraph cussing out Newton and Leibniz for inventing calculus.) 

With a sharp sigh, he stabs his pencil into the spiral binding of his notebook and leans back, rubbing a hand over his face. His fingers drum against the desk. His leg bounces. He debates reaching out first— just to check, just to make sure you haven’t actually given up on math altogether. But what would he even say?

Hey, fail another test yet? Are you alive, or did calculus finally take you out? I kind of miss you annoying me. Don’t let it go to your head.

No, no, and definitely not. 

He doesn’t even know you like that. You’re soulmates and that’s pretty much it. He���s lucky that you’ve been rather chill about the whole affair, not hurrying to meet him and lock him down like other soulmate horror stories he’s heard. 

He knows bits and pieces. Your major, your love for survival reality shows, your utter distaste for anything beyond multiplication. 

Mingyu mumbles something like “for fuck’s sake” to himself. He tries to refocus, and he manages to make it halfway into his homework when it comes. 

Mingyu. 

When you wanted to tell him something inconsequential, like The new Fantastic Four movie sucked or I’d kill for a slice of pizza right now, you went straight into it. You only ever ‘said’ his name when it was related to numbers. 

Took you long enough, he says, his lips twitching. 

Shut up. I was trying to figure it out on my own this time. 

And? 

Your brief moment of hesitation has Mingyu wondering if he’s too cruel. His mother had always advised him to be nice to his soulmate, to not overwhelm you, and he contemplates throwing in an apology. Before he can, though, you’re back in his head. 

I need you. 

Something in his chest tightens. He tells himself it’s just relief. 

(The truth of the matter is this: Mingyu liked being needed by you. He wasn’t sure yet why, but he did.) 

Yeah, yeah, he responds as he absentmindedly sketches a heart into the corner of his notebook. What’s the problem? 

You’re starting to think that a tutor might not be that bad of an idea. 

While Mingyu is always obliging, the guilt of relying on your connection was beginning to weigh on you. You scoured the university boards until you found a girl named Somi willing to meet with you twice a week, and it was going pretty well. 

Still— is it weird to admit that you kind of miss running to Mingyu? 

You try your darndest to keep those thoughts catalogued. A couple of your friends have talked about accidentally slipping some of their innermost thoughts to their soulmates, and God forbid Mingyu find out that you crave his dry wit. 

You can’t miss somebody you’ve never met. 

At least that’s what you keep telling yourself as you go to Mingyu less and less, instead filling in the gaps of your conversation with menial, everyday things. 

What coffee do you usually drink?, you ask him one afternoon. 

You’re in the world’s slowest-moving line, at the cafe you and Somi frequented for your tutoring sessions. Your phone is dead, you’ve analyzed the art on the walls at least seven different ways, and there’s no one around for you to talk to. Might as well abuse the soulmate connection. 

His response comes in by the time you’re nearly at the front of the line. Iced Americano, he responds. Why? 

No reason. 

“Next.” 

You offer a sympathetic smile to the dead-eyed barista at the counter. “Once large iced Americano, please,” you say. 

You go to stand off to the side. As you’re waiting for your order, Mingyu asks a question of his own. 

What about you? 

What about me? 

What’s your go-to order? 

You contemplate it for a moment. Salted caramel cream cold brew. 

The barista hands you your drink. A corner of your lip twitches upward as you accept it, Mingyu’s response coming in at the same time. 

That sounds obscene, he taunts. A toothache in the making. 

Hey. You’re mentally britsling, readying to defend your coffee of choice. I’ll have you know— 

“Oomf!” 

This was sometimes the problem about getting lost in your thoughts. You tend to get dragged out of the real world, stuck in your conversation. You exchange a quick apology with the person you bumped into, the tips of your ears flaming red. 

With your drink in hand, you make a beeline for the table that you and Somi always sit at. You’re distracted enough to forget that you were mid-‘conversation’ with Mingyu, and so you barely register that your usually punctual tutor has yet to arrive— or that someone else is coming up to your table once you’ve settled in. 

Later, you will get a text from Somi telling you something came up, but not to fret; she called in a friend to help. Someone who was more than willing to pick up Somi’s slack after joking that he’d already been doing it for the soon-to-be-love-of-his-life. 

Your gaze flicks up to the boy standing in front of you. 

‘Cute.’ ‘Cute.’ 

It’s a two-way record scratch. 

The stranger hovering by your table seems to freeze, too, and the pieces fall together in your head like a puzzle— no. It’s like when you squint at an abstract painting and the whole thing comes together.

You had said sorry earlier, hadn’t you? To the person you bumped into. He had apologized as well. 

Now, there was a voice to the words in your head. A face to the soulmate you’d been missing.

“Hey,” your soulmate says, he says out loud. 

He plops down into the seat across from you, trying and failing to fight off the biggest smile on his face. There’s no need to exchange introductions. He says your name, and it’s so much better than anything you could have ever imagined. 

When Mingyu sets down his drink, you actually laugh. 

It’s a salted caramel cream cold brew. 

[renjunibug]

FRIENDLY(?) NEIGHBOURHOOD SPIDERMAN - mark lee smau

summary: fashion major y/n l/n sucks at science. bad. so when she was paired up with mark lee, known physics nerd (who happened to be her type) for her physics project, she was super excited to work with him & get to know him, until she wasn't.

or in which mark lee is enigma outside of the nyu campus.

spiderman!mark x fem!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, slow-burn, humorrrr, fluff, slight angst, college au.

warnings: sexual and death jokes!!!

extra; first fic / smau :D, wanted to try making one so here we gooo

PLAYLIST: 200 (Minhyung's Version) - MARK , III. Urn - Childish Gambino , Some - Steve Lacy , Lost in Translation - The Neighbourhood , BODYGUARD - Beyonce , Wonderland - Taylor Swift , Do I Wanna Know? - Arctic Monkeys , Breath - GOT7

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keep yourself safe!

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[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Comes Animae Masterlist

Genre: Mature, Smut

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con, Depression, Stockholm Syndrom

Info: Y/N and their best friend Sydney (yes, fun fact I’ll be your best friend in this story, cause why not, while I will be preferred as she, you dear reader will address by they/them) had moved to Korea for their last year in college to study abroad. Y/N got an internship at a high school as an art teacher, but because their income is pretty low they got a kind of second job at a bar. There is a massive vampire clan in South Korea, which many citizens weren’t aware of, they had a lot of branches, such as stray kids, BTS, and got7. While their food source was mainly animals, sometimes humans fell victim too.

1. Where it all Begins 

Warnings chapter: Stalking

2. The Capturing

Warnings chapter: Stalking, Kidnapping

3. Apotheosis

Warnings chapter: Stalking, curse words, kidnapping

4. Bloody Mistakes

Warnings chapter: Curse words, kidnapping, mentions of depression and suicide, suicide attempted, non con at the end

5. Stockholm Syndrome SMUT

Warnings chapter: mentions of suicidal throught, selfharm, calling Chan master, depression, long smut

Smut warnings: oral, force, shower, usage of slut

6. New Beginnings

Warnings chapter: Pregnancy talk (just the talk tho), period talk

7. A bloody Secret

Warnings chapter: Periods and stuff related to that

8. Sweet Times

Warnings chapter: talks about human slavery, humans being food. but over all its fluff

9. Admirations

Warnings chapter: talks of selfharm and scars

10. Bake a Day Off

Warnings chapter: mocking a vampire and height

11. Waltz

Warnings chapter: shootings

12. First Love and Death

Warnings chapter: Non

Epilogue: The Turning

Warnings chapter: Smut, turning

I want to thank my friend as for her this whole series wouldn't exist.

Author's Note: Oh my what a process was this. It look me a long time to finish this. But I did it!

I would love to make some one-shots for the others within this universe with how they came to Stray Kids and even meet their mates! I would love to know if there are any ones you guys would be interested in. If so please let me know!

[thealternateuniverse]

Devious (Part 1)

Word Count: 2718 Warnings: Cursing Pairing: Got7 x Reader

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The President and founder of Aghasse Inc. had seven sons: Jaebom, Mark, Jackson, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Bambam, and the youngest, Yugyeom. Each of them was an heir to his vast fortune. But raising seven sons was no easy feat. Their teenage years had been a whirlwind of rebellion and hormones, and while they matured somewhat in college, they still had their moments.

JayB, the eldest, grew into the responsible one—the natural successor to their father’s legacy. Every major decision had to go through him first. Mark was the face of their empire, the role model. Jackson, the socialite, maintained their influential connections both at home and abroad. Jinyoung handled the technical aspects, ensuring the credibility and integrity of their business. Youngjae, much like Jinyoung, preferred to work behind the scenes. He found comfort in front of a screen, reviewing research before any information was released to the public. Bambam, taking after Jackson, was deeply involved in entertainment and had practically begged their father to let him take over their agencies.

And then there was Yugyeom. The youngest. Their mother’s favorite. Unlike his brothers, he had no set role—just the freedom to do whatever he wanted. He worked alongside Bambam, though mostly because he was still figuring things out. It wasn’t as if he needed to rush; he was already rich. But that didn’t stop the occasional pang of insecurity. Compared to his older brothers, he sometimes felt left behind, as if he couldn't keep up with their achievements. Luckily, with six other heirs in line, he wasn’t burdened with the same pressure. Yet, despite his privilege, an emptiness lingered—one he couldn’t seem to fill no matter what he did.

Whenever he brought it up to his brothers, they’d just tease him about settling down. It wasn’t that he was a womanizer, but every woman he dated seemed more interested in his money or his family's name. It irritated him enough that he eventually gave up on relationships altogether.

"Yugyeom? Are you even listening?"

Bambam snapped his fingers, pulling him out of his thoughts.

"What?" Yugyeom blinked, glancing around the room. Everyone was staring at him, clearly waiting for his response.

"These are the models we shortlisted as potential ambassadors for Team Wang."

Bambam slid a folder across the table.

Yugyeom picked it up and flipped it open, scanning the six headshots inside. He wasn’t sure why he needed to be here—this was Jackson’s brand. Jackson knew exactly what worked best for Team Wang.

"Where did you even find these candidates?" Yugyeom asked, eyes still skimming the photos.

As he turned the pages, one image caught his attention. He lingered on it for a moment before tilting the folder toward Bambam.

"She screams Team Wang, don’t you think?"

Bambam tilted his head, resting his hand on his chin as he studied the photo. After a moment, he took the folder from Yugyeom for a closer look.

"Ah, that’s Y/N. How did I not notice? She looks so different here."

Y/N, huh? Yugyeom frowned slightly. The name sounded familiar.

"You know her?"

"Yeah, we had a design class together in college. Last time I saw her was… maybe two or three years ago? She got cast for a Louis Vuitton runway." Bambam paused, eyes still on the photo. "She looked different back then, though."

Yugyeom shrugged. To him, she was striking not in the typical, polished way of an idol or a model, but in a way that felt distinctive. Unique.

"I guess Jackson will agree. Nice catch!" Bambam grinned, patting his shoulder.

"Let me know what he thinks," Yugyeom said, checking his watch. "I’m meeting Youngjae for lunch."

With that, he stood up, already shifting his focus to the next part of his day. 

You sprayed setting spray on your face before rising from the vanity chair. You’d woken up early, eager to prepare for the Team Wang meeting. The excitement of being chosen as their brand ambassador was almost overwhelming; you had to fight the urge to do backflips and scream. Wanting to make a lasting impression, you chose an outfit that was both formal and sophisticated because, well, it’s Team Wang. After getting ready, you quickly texted your agent to let her know you were on your way to the meeting venue.

Fifteen minutes later, you arrived at their studio for the test shoot. As you stepped out of the car, Kiara, your agent, greeted you with a warm smile.

"You're right on time," Kiara said with a smile, giving you an approving once-over. "You look stunning. The Team Wang crew is already inside setting up."

You took a deep breath, smoothing down your blazer. "Okay, let’s do this."

Walking into the studio, you immediately felt the energy shift. The sleek black and white aesthetic of Team Wang’s branding was unmistakable, and the crew moved with quiet efficiency, adjusting lights, cameras, and backdrops.

"Y/N!"

Your heart skipped a beat at the familiar voice. Turning around, you found Jackson Wang himself striding towards you, his signature grin in place.

"Jackson!" You beamed, shaking his extended hand, but he quickly pulled you into a friendly hug instead.

"I’m so glad you agreed to this," he said, stepping back to take in your outfit. "Damn, you understood the assignment."

You laughed. "Of course. I wouldn’t dare show up to a Team Wang shoot underdressed."

"That’s the spirit." He clapped his hands together, glancing towards the set. "Alright, let’s get you prepped. Today’s just the test shots, but I already know you’re gonna kill it."

As you followed him towards the styling area, you could feel the anticipation bubbling in your chest. This wasn’t just any brand collaboration—this was Team Wang. And you were about to make your mark.

The team had you wear the latest collection for the mock photo shoot, and the entire process hair, makeup, and everything in between took a total of five hours. By the time you wrapped up, night had already fallen.

"And that's a wrap! Thank you, everyone! Fantastic work, Y/N!" Jackson called out as the shoot concluded.

Grinning, you walked toward him. "I had fun. The collection was amazing, thanks, Jack!"

You made sure to thank the staff as well, blushing as you absorbed their compliments. It had been a while since you felt this alive. The flashing cameras, the energy of the set you had missed this. More than anything, you realized you missed the old, confident version of yourself in the modeling world.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Jackson said. "My team will send you next week's schedule—it's going to be hectic."

Beside you, Kiara was already jotting down notes, likely preparing to arrange your upcoming commitments. Excusing yourself, you stepped away to change back into your clothes.

When you returned, Jackson and Kiara were still deep in conversation.

"Y/N, I was just telling Kiara about dinner," Jackson said, turning to you. "It's been a long day, so I made reservations at a place nearby."

Your lips parted slightly in surprise, caught off guard by his offer. Though you felt a bit embarrassed, you were too polite to decline.

"You really don’t have to—"

"I insist," he interrupted with a smirk.

In the end, you agreed, making a mental note to start keeping an extra change of clothes in your car for unexpected invitations like this.

Jackson arrived first at the restaurant, and to your surprise, Bambam was with him, along with another guy who looked strikingly similar to them.

He had slightly longer hair and was dressed in a sharp corporate outfit.

“Y/N! Long time no see!” Bambam greeted you with a warm, friendly hug.

You returned the gesture and planted a quick peck on his cheek. “Bam, as stylish as ever,” you said, taking in his outfit that screamed Louis Vuitton and Gucci.

“You look different, good different,” he complimented, causing a blush to rise on your cheeks.

You couldn’t help but remember how you’d completely rebranded your style recently.

"By the way, Y/N, this is Mark, our brother. I hope you don’t mind,” Jackson said, introducing the guy with the longer, lighter hair.

You flashed him a warm smile, hiding your surprise. Mark extended his hand for a shake, and you accepted it without hesitation.

“I’m Y/N, nice to meet you.” His hand was warm, and he returned the shake with a smile that nearly made your heart skip. He’s very charming, you thought.

“Likewise,” he said, his smile only adding to the charm.

“Now, shall we take a seat and wait for our food?” Jackson suggested, easing the group into a more relaxed mood.

As you all settled at the table, the atmosphere quickly turned light and comfortable. Jackson, being Jackson, immediately launched into a story about one of his recent projects, and Bambam chimed in with his usual witty remarks.

You couldn't help but sneak glances at Mark, who was listening with a small, knowing smile.

“So, Y/N,” Mark finally spoke up, his voice smooth and calm, “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

You raised a brow, sipping your drink. “Oh? Good things, I hope.” You never thought that Bambam and Jackson would mention you to their brother.

Bambam smirked. “Mostly. Though, I may have mentioned how you almost knocked me out that one time with your heel—”

“That was an accident!” You cut in quickly, making everyone laugh.

Mark chuckled, eyes twinkling with amusement. “Sounds like you have quite the reputation.”

"Sorry I'm late," a new voice interrupted.

You turned toward the sound, your brows furrowing in confusion. The man standing there looked familiar, though you couldn't quite place him. He was taller than Bambam, Jackson, and Mark, with the same light-colored hair as Mark. If you weren’t paying close attention, they could almost pass for twins.

"Yugyeom! Just in time," Bambam greeted with a grin. "By the way, this is Y/N. And Y/N, this is our youngest brother. I think you two are around the same age?"

Yugyeom glanced at you briefly before extending his hand, offering a polite smile. "Nice to meet you."

You shook his hand, returning the gesture with a smile of your own. "Nice to meet you, too."

You hadn’t realized Jackson and Bambam had other brothers. You’d met Bambam in college, sharing design classes together until graduation. Jackson had already been quite famous back then—both of them were well-known, given their family’s wealth—but it wasn’t until you worked together on a few Louis Vuitton projects that you really grew close. After that, you took a hiatus from the industry, and this dinner marked the first time you’d seen them in years.

The realization hit you like a wave. You had known Jackson and Bambam for years, but they never mentioned having more brothers—let alone someone like Yugyeom. You studied him subtly. His features were similar to Mark’s, but there was something different about him. He carried himself with an effortless confidence, yet his expression remained unreadable.

“Didn’t know you guys had another brother,” you said, glancing between Jackson and Bambam. Mentally cursing yourself for voicing your thoughts out loud.

Bambam shrugged. “You never asked.”

Jackson grinned. “We don’t usually introduce him, he hates introductions."

Yugyeom rolled his eyes. “I feel so special,” he muttered, before turning his attention back to you. “So, what’s this dinner about?”

Before you could answer, Mark leaned forward, his voice calm but firm. “Business, but let’s eat first.”

Yugyeom hummed in agreement, taking the seat directly across from you. As the conversation shifted, you couldn’t shake the feeling that his gaze lingered on you longer than necessary.

And for some reason, that sent a small shiver down your spine.

The dinner was a lavish five-course affair, and you couldn’t shake the feeling of being an outsider. The conversation flowed mostly around business, but every now and then, Bambam and Jackson made sure to include you, casually asking about your projects and where life had taken you over the past five years.

You appreciated their effort to include you, but there was no denying that this dinner was more about business than casual catch-ups. The five-course meal was exquisite, yet you found yourself picking at your food, distracted by the dynamic unfolding at the table.

Mark led most of the conversation, his voice steady and authoritative, while Yugyeom chimed in occasionally, his remarks sharp and perceptive. He was quiet but observant, scanning through documents on his tablet with an ease that suggested he was no stranger to these discussions.

“Y/N, what have you been up to these past few years?” Jackson suddenly asked, breaking the flow of business talk.

You blinked, snapping out of your thoughts. “Oh, you know… traveling, working on brand collaborations, trying to build something for myself.”

Bambam smiled. “We’ve seen. You’ve been killing it.”

You chuckled. “I try.”

“Speaking of brands,” Mark interjected smoothly, “Y/N, would you ever consider working with us?”

That caught you off guard. Your eyes flickered toward him, then to Yugyeom, whose expression remained unreadable.

“With Team Wang?” you asked cautiously.

Mark nodded. “Or possibly a bigger venture.”

You hadn’t expected this dinner to turn into a business proposal. You felt the weight of Yugyeom’s gaze on you, but you couldn’t tell if he was intrigued or indifferent.

“Interesting,” you mused, swirling the wine in your glass. “I’d have to hear more.”

Mark smirked. “Then let’s talk. Yugyeom will keep in touch with you after you are done with your project for Team Wang. What do you think Yugie?"

You stifled a laugh at the nickname. Mark glanced over at Yugyeom, waiting for his response.

Yugyeom simply shrugged. "Sounds good."

The dinner stretched on through dessert, with the guys continuing their discussion about work. As much as you enjoyed the meal, you held back from indulging too much, knowing it would be a hassle to burn off the calories, especially with how hectic next week promised to be.

You sipped on your wine, listening as the conversation flowed effortlessly between the brothers. Mark and Jackson carried most of the discussion, while Bambam threw in occasional lighthearted remarks to keep things from getting too stiff. Yugyeom, however, remained mostly quiet, only speaking when necessary.

Even as you picked at your dessert—a beautifully plated matcha soufflé you couldn’t help but notice the way his fingers tapped rhythmically against his wine glass, a subtle sign of impatience.

“Yugyeom, you’re awfully quiet,” Bambam teased, finally calling him out.

Yugyeom barely spared him a glance. “Just listening.”

Jackson snorted. “That’s new.”

You bit your lip to keep from smiling, but it didn’t go unnoticed by Yugyeom, whose eyes flickered toward you briefly before he returned his focus to his untouched dessert.

“You don’t like sweets?” you asked, tilting your head.

He blinked at you as if surprised that you were addressing him directly. “Not really.”

“Good,” you said, sliding your plate toward him. “More for me.”

A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as he shook his head. “Figures.”

For some reason, that simple exchange sent a flutter through your stomach. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the way his eyes lingered on you a second longer than necessary. Whatever it was, you weren’t sure if you wanted to ignore it.

The dinner concluded when Mark stood up from his seat after the dessert

“It was nice meeting you, Y/N. I have to head out now catching a flight tomorrow,” Mark said, standing up and extending his hand once more.

“Likewise, Mark. I hope this isn’t our last meeting,” you replied, shaking his hand in return.

The dinner ended with the four of them saying their farewells and going their separate ways. Mark was the first to leave.

“I’ll head out too. Do you have your car with you, Y/N? If not, I can drop you home. I’m meeting Lisa before I head back,” Bambam offered.

You smiled, shaking your head. “I’ve got my car, Bam. Thanks though.” You exchanged hugs and kisses before Bambam went on his way.

“Y/N, I’ll see you next week,” Jackson said, giving you a hug as well. “And Yugyeom, nice meeting you,” you added, giving him a small smile. It suddenly felt a bit awkward when it was just you and Yugyeom. But you kept it polite.

“We’ll walk you to your car,” he said, breaking the tension. Jackson and Yugyeom escorted you to your car, which was waiting at the valet. You thanked them one last time before getting in and heading home. As you waited at a red light, your phone buzzed.

‘You can save my number. -Yugie’ 

A small smile tugged at your lips as you read the message. You hadn't even realized that Yugyeom got your number.

Without hesitation, you saved his contact.

Yugie, huh?

Shaking your head, you replied:

‘Got it. Drive safe, too.’

The light turned green, and you focused back on the road, but you couldn’t ignore the warmth spreading through your chest.

[nightbeforethend]

mel // ‘95 // multi-stan // 18+ blog

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT (I’m making it my mission to go on a blocking spree at least every 2-3 days because I will NOT be the reason babies see smut, please don’t interact)

I currently write for ateez and xdinary heroes but I plan on branching out to other groups soon. I’ll include an ‘03 liner in VERY sfw smau things but my cut off for nsfw is ‘02. I’ll also never be writing nsfw stuff for Jisung and Chenle from NCT Dream or Huening Kai and Taehyun from TXT simply because they were all minors when I got into their groups and I’m never gonna see them any differently, my brain won’t allow it.

Onto the fun stuff 😁

Favorite Groups/Biases

Got7: Yugyeom (MY ULT OF ALL ULTS ALONG WITH MOMO)

Twice: Momo/Dahyun

NCT Dream: Renjun/Jeno

Ateez: Wooyoung/Seonghwa/Jongho

NCT 127: Johnny/Doyoung

Xdinary Heroes: Gunil/O.de

P1Harmony: Jiung

Aespa: Karina

WayV: Kun

Seventeen: Wonwoo/Scoups/Dino

Red Velvet: Yeri

Shinee: Jonghyun/Onew

Kiss of Life: Julie

Stray Kids: Felix/Changbin

TXT: Beomgyu

Day6: Wonpil

Stayc: Isa/Sieun

Blackpink: Rosé

Favorite Things/Mel Lore

Food: most seafood

Color: blue

Major before I dropped out of college: Psychology/Biology (can’t remember which one was my last major)

Random thing I got a technical certificate in after dropping out of college: camera work and digital media production (which is just a fancy way to say I’m a videographer)

How long I’ve been into kpop: 6 years (thank you to my roommate at the time who introduced me to twice and got7 and changed my brain chemistry)

[kiestrokes]

✧ ATEEZ ✧

「 HEADCANONS 」 Sexual Styles Headcanons NSFW MTL Breed Kinks NSFW Caring for You: Chronic Illness Edition SFW As Cringy Pick-Up Lines NSFW Stoned Sex NSFW MTL Virgin Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Colors NSFW

「 FICS 」 Say My Name NSFW Featuring: College!Reader x Fratboy!Song Mingi

Selfish Waltz NSFW Featuring: Boyfriend!Park Seonghwa x Girlfriend!Reader x Third!Kang Yeosang

✧ BTS ✧

all my other BTS content is on ao3!

「 FICS 」

Keeping the Cadence NSFW Featuring: Fellow Military!Reader x Jung Hoseok

✧ Seventeen ✧

「 HEADCANONS 」 Autumnal This or That SFW Troop Seventeen: Badge Ceremony SFW As Sex Workers NSFW

✧ SHINee ✧

「 HEADCANONS 」 Soft Kinks That Lead to Hard Hours NSFW

✧ Stray Kids ✧

「 HEADCANONS 」 MTL Aftercare Sandwich NSFW MTL House Husbands SFW SKZ in The Hunger Games NSFW SKZ Noona Kink NSFW Fave Lingerie Color NSFW Tipsy Kisses with Chan SFW

「 FICS 」 Eyes on Fire SFW Featuring: Werewolf!Han Jisung x Vampire!Lee Minho

astringe NSFW Featuring: Best Friend!Reader x Hwang Hyunjin

✧ Hours ✧

「 SOFT 」 SFW Recovering from a minor surgery… Featuring: Kim Seokjin of BTS. Song Mingi of ATEEZ. Lee Taeyong of NCT. Lim Jaebeom of GOT7.

the autumnal special Featuring: Christian Yu aka DPR Ian. Jeong Yunho of ATEEZ. Byun Baekhyun of EXO.

tipsy kisses Featuring: Jeon Wonwoo of SVT. Yoo Kihyun of Monsta X.

「 HARD 」 NSFW Touch Starved Featuring: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ. Kim Mingyu of SVT. Lee Minhyuck of BTOB.

「 MIXED 」 SFW & NSFW Partner Won't Let You Sleep Featuring: Vampire!Park Sunghoon of ENHYPEN. Kim Seungmin of SKZ. Liu Yangyang of NCT. Lee Taemin of SHINee.

25 Hours: Hard, Soft & WIP-mas Masterlist

© COPYRIGHT 2021 - 2025 by kiestrokes All rights reserved. No portion of this work may be reproduced without written permission from the author. This includes translations.

These are works of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted above.

[kireilien]

meet lien, your new favorite writer! 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ࣪ ˖

hi! my name is lien (pronounced lee-en) / username kirei-lien (綺麗 / 美しい - pretty/neat in japanese), i use she/her, i’m pansexual, and yes i am vietnamese. however i am born and raised in the united states, meaning that i do use american terms/slang, so feel free to ask if you ever get confused!

i’m an 06 liner (in college womp womp ( ;´ - `;)) who’s been liking kpop since 2013, anime since 2016, and creatively writing since 2019~2020!

i am a sub/bottom i fear. but a pretty princess one at that! lots of my fics will be self-indulgent gulp but a basic rundown what you can expect: daddy kink, being called princess; angel; [cute/sweet/baby/little/my] girl, spit play, spanking/slapping, cunnilingus, praise, body worship, size kink, strength kink, bimboification, dumbification, tongue kink, soft!doms, sweet!doms, pervs </3, stepbros, older brother's best friend, someone who could put me in my place, things of that sort!

things i hate: exhibitionism, k that’s it!

kpop [ults, likes, dni]

♂ stray kids, bang chan [ult of ults]; enhypen, nishimura riki; &team, hirota riki maus; got7, im jaebeom; nct, mark lee

♀ soloist, kim chungha; red velvet, kang seulgi; soloist, kwon boa; soloist/loona, ha sooyoung; gfriend, kim sojeong

♂ ampersandone, astro, ateez, boynextdoor, bts, exo, monsta x, p1harmony, plave!!!, riize ot7, seventeen, shinee, the boyz!!!, tws, tomorrow by together, zerobaseone!!!

♀ aespa, aoa, apink, artms, exid!!!, fromis_9, f(x), gwsn, itzy, kiss of life!!!, le sserafim ot4, loossemble, newjeans, snsd, stayc, triples, twice ot8

other. boystory, chuu, dean, dpr live, gray, kard, katseye!!!, wave to earth, yukika!!!

dni. super junior, babymonster, mamamoo, young posse, badvillian, fifty fifty, madein, newjeans+mhj..., seunghan antis, chaeyoung supporters, sakura supporters. simply soft block or don’t interact with me i don't need to state my reasons why i don’t support them.

if you don’t see a group on this list, still feel free to ask! these are just groups i listen/interact w often, not all the groups i casually like!

animanga [kins, faves, dni]

note. i mainly enjoy shoujo like rom, sol, fantasy/mahou, & gl. this will also include manhwa and light novels

kins. demon slayer, kocho shinobu; cardcaptor sakura, kinomoto sakura; ouran high school host club, haninozuka mitsukuni; skip and loafer, egashira mika; pokémon, ash ketchum; horimya, yoshikawa yuki; kimi ni todoke, yano ayane; jujutsu kaisen, suguru geto; soul eater, black☆star; my dress-up darling, kitagawa marin; smile precure!, hoshizora miyuki; i'm the villainess, so i'm taming the final boss, dautriche lauren aileen

anime. (all series) pokémon, my happy marriage, cardcaptor sakura, violet evergarden, full metal alchemist: brotherhood, magi: the adventures of sinbad, soul eater, snow white with the red hair, school babysitters, cowboy bebop, kakuriyo bed & breakfast for spirits, kimi ni todoke

manga. takane no ran-san, jishou akuyaku reijou na konyakusha no kansatsu kiroku, honnou switch, oh! holy, tsurezure biyori, gakjaui d-day, shunkan gradation, ore monogatari!!, maji de tsukiau 15-fun mae, kase-san series, watashi no uchuu monster, dallaeya [currently keeping up w the my happy marriage the light novel!]

dni. literally any loli/shoutacon and harem enjoyers.

etc [other enjoyments]

other than kpop and anime, i also enjoy my little pony: friendship is magic!!!, littlest pet shop, big hero six, sanrio, san-x, flolikethis, love and deep space, megan thee stallion, mouthwashing, beyoncé, chase atlantic, partynextdoor, monchhichi, the amazing digital circus, and strawberry shortcake (2003-2009).

besides fandoms, i like reading novels alongside manga, aesthetics (makeup & fashion), traditional vietnamese dancing, kpop dancing, and listening to reddit nsfw asmrists! feel free to send me asks or maybe even requests for anything above i would love to chat abt them (ㅅ˶´ ˘ `˶)

hashtags to browse

⌗ kireilien officials — official works

⌗ lien love letters — inbox asks

⌗ lien brain rambles / rots — brain turn off thoughts

⌗ lien / anon chit chats — non-work related posts

⌗ lien core — funny posts / moments of mine

⌗ daddy maki ♡︎ — my maki associated posts

⌗ i ♡︎ chris — my bang chan associated posts

⌗ lien ♡︎s ___ — for moot posts / taken anon interactions

© KIREILIEN 2025

[midnights-cosmic]

Blog Post / Story Plan 2025

✍🏻 writing... 📃 currently on drafts

Hello everyone! It's midnight again ^^ Happy New Year!

Below are the imagines/scenarios/fanfiction that I am going to post this year (of course more to come but these are the ones that I am currently writing)

Thank you all for your support despite me being inactive! I really do appreciate all of you! I promise to post as soon as possible! Happy 2025!

✍🏻 Starlit Skies (Jeong Yunho)

teaser: Idol!Yunho

✍🏻 Campus Sweethearts (Song Mingi)

teaser: College!Mingi

✍🏻 Cup of Tea (Song Mingi) [Iced Coffee Spin-off]

teaser: ....some hints from Iced Coffee

✍🏻 Do It All Again Chapter 02 (Park Jihoon Actor / Wanna One)

(Senior) HS!Jihoon [Written in Third Person POV] Jihoon saw his future and was given the chance to go back in time. He does it all again but this time, change it for the better. To keep himself, and her.

📃 (No Title Yet) (Got7 Jaebeom / Jay B)

teaser: Photographer/Fan!Jaebeom

Story getting rewritten: Stay as Friends (Jeong Yunho)

Full plot revision Still angsty and no happy ending :))

📃 Try Again (Jeong Jaehyun)

(Idol!Jaehyun x OC) Jaehyun met a girl during their concert tour in 2019. After numerous encounters with her, they were able to form a bond without giving their real names to each other. Three years later, they met unexpectedly again in Seoul now knowing who each other really was. Will they be able to keep up their act like nothing special happened to them years ago?

Note: Thank you so much for supporting and loving Iced Coffee ><

Honestly, the struggle I went through writing that was something else. The amount of times I write, then clear, then write to clear it all over again was just not it. Half-way through writing that story, the plot suddenly shifted but it was too late for me to change. LMAO.

Every now and then, I will also get notifications from do it all again and thank you for also liking that story. Tbh, I forgot the original plot for that fic (LMAO) since I wrote that way back 2023 and only posted it on 2024 when I opened this blog. However, I do plan on finishing that story and watch how will the plot unfold XD

Thank you so much for all the follows and likes/reblogs! I can't wait to finish these stories in my drafts!

See you all soon! I hope you're all having an amazing New Year!

Don't be shy to be a friend :)) my ig is @ midnightscosmic

-midnight

[Requests will be open soon]

[dalkyum]

ty for the tag @sunmiyane this was so fun!!

I'll tag @spohkh @tamburins @selfinflictedgunshotwound @barbylion reveal your treasures:)c if u want to

[binnieaddict]

~Starboy is a work of my own mind~

Summary: you grew up in a small town in Malaysia, where the people were as beautiful as the country. You had a small group of friends who you graduated with and became successful in your studies. There was a boy you grew up with and you had the biggest crush on him, but he left shortly after summer break and nobody knew where he went. After you’d graduated college, you landed a huge opportunity as a choreographer for one of the biggest K-pop company’s JYPE….and you weren’t prepared for what was next.

|Warnings| smut , unprotected p in v, oral, angst, rough, biting, scratching, minors dni.

Word count: 3.3k

Beep beep beep

You subconsciously lift your hand up, fumbling around and wacking your hand into your nightstand trying to silence your alarm clock. As you fumbled around the beeping got louder, You let out a hmph when you eventually decided it was better to sit up and turn it off. You stretched, releasing all the sleepiness trapped in your muscles. Looking over at the alarm clock you’d just silenced, you smiled. Despite it being 3 am, you were excited. It’s your first day as a choreographer for one of the biggest K-pop labels in South Korea. JYP Entertainment, home of groups like Twice, Got7, Day6, and StrayKids. A group thats been out for about 6 years. You’d been choreographing and releasing your dances online through TikTok and instagram, receiving praise and thousands of followers. You’d never thought you would become known among the most powerful and talented dancers in the industry. You’d also never imagined the company would reach out and extend a job offer, but you most definitely took the opportunity in a heart beat. As you slide out of bed and make your way to the bathroom, you grab a pair of spandex leggings and a loose fitting tee. A shower was the first thing you wanted to do. You turn the handle over to hot. You’d never been much of a fan of cold showers…and if there isn’t steam bellowing out, you weren’t getting in. The water fell against your light skin you were blessed with. You lathered your peony scented body wash and began washing your body, reaching every crevice and spot you passively could. Rubbing out your muscles as you did and it felt so wonderful. Being a dancer, you found your muscles were sore after hours of practice and perfection. Sometimes you would practice for 6-7 hours so you always made sure to have those self care days whenever you could. After rinsing off your body you lathered your lavender body scrub, exfoliating your skin. Turning off the shower, you grabbed your towel and dried yourself off before slipping into your clothes you’d picked out previously. The black leggings hugged your body in the most perfect ways. The white tee was oversized and hung to your mid thigh, you decided to tie it into a small knot behind your back. You pulled your black medium length hair into a messy bun leaving two strands down by your ears. Your apartment wasn’t too big, and you were so grateful to Mrs. Choi for letting you rent on such a short notice. You’d only found out 3 weeks ago that you would be moving to Korea for this job, and she was very understanding and worked with you closely. Her husband and herself showed you around the beautiful city of Seoul and surrounding districts like Busan, Gwangju, and even took you Ilsan. Your apartment was a plethora of things you loved, the walls were a warm eggshell white, adorned with Malaysian tapestries, reminding you of home. You reminisced on the days of your early years often, even of the days in high school. You slid on your black pumas and grabbed your canvas bag before filling up your water bottle and making your way to the door. “Today’s the day.” You said, your voice steady and determined. You made your way through the silent streets of Seoul. You felt a cool breeze against your body as you walked. You wouldn’t have to walk very long, the JYP building wasn’t too far from your apartment. From what you’d seen in the first few nights being here, the night was quiet, and safe. You could walk out of your house at 3 am and not have to worry if someone would be following you. You were fishing through your canvas bag for your earbuds, wanting to listen to some music on your commute to work. That honestly felt strange to say, work. Your first day of work. Repeating it in your mind made you smile brightly. You felt so proud of yourself, you knew your dad would have been so proud of you. Since he passed you made it your mission to bring you mother happiness and joy. And you were doing just that. The sky was still full of stars, the streetlights shining brightly. You plugged in your earbuds, and pressing shuffle on your playlist.

Starboy- The Weekend, Daft Punk

The lyrics coursing through your mind as you walked. The feeling music brought you wasn’t explainable, the more you tried to explain it, the crazier you looked to people. You remember the story your mom had told you since you were in grade school, of you dancing to music before you learned to speak. It warmed your heart to know you were passionate even as a kid.You finally made it to the street where JYP’s building sat nestled among shops and restaurants. The occasional car drove past you as you made your way down the street. It wasn’t unusual to see a van or truck passing by as well. The building was as beautiful as you’d seen in the newsletters and papers. The doors were cool to the touch as you pulled the right side open, walking in to the beautifully lit interior. “Anyeonghaseyo.” You said to the receptionist behind the counter, removing your earbuds swiftly. She looked startled jumping up and bowing quickly. “Anyeonghaseyo, Ms. Y/n.” She stood upright just as quickly. “Welcome to JYP Entertainment.”she said coming from behind the counter to greet you. “Thank you for the warm welcome, it’s an honor to be here.” You added, clearly smiling through your mask. “Please, have a seat, I will let them know you are here.” She shuffles her way back behind the counter and dials on the landline. You take the moment to look around, the welcome desk was polished, the windows were cleaned perfectly and the floors were a nice marbled brown color. You sat down in one of the chairs, taking in the rest of the reception area. You hadn’t realized someone was walking up to you until he extended his hand. “O-oh I’m so sorry.” You gushed, standing up quickly accepting his hand. “Hello, welcome to JYP Entertainment, it’s great to have you on board. You must be Y/N.” The guy says. You bow your head, releasing his hand. “Thank you so much, yes, I’m Y/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you…?” You trail off, not knowing his name, hoping he would fill you in. But he didn’t, what made matters worse is he had a face mask on too. So you couldn’t determine who he was behind his mask. “Well, let’s get you set up in the practice room, the boys will be arriving soon.” He said, motioning for you to follow him. You grabbed your canvas bag and followed suit. He lead you down the hallway and the noises of phones ringing and computers humming hit you like a truck. It seemed to be a busy company. Well duh y/n. You mentally slapped yourself. As he lead you through the offices and down a flight of stairs, you couldn’t help but feel excited. You admired the artists pictures on the walls, signifying their achievements and some promotional posters. Even catching a few glimpses of members of groups in person already getting ready to put in work. You finally made it to the practice room where the manager turned and raised his arms as if saying this is it, this is what you’ve been waiting for. The manager left you after saying the boys would arrive one after the other, so you would have 1 on 1 time with each member to get to know them as dancers and artists. You walked over to the stereo equipment and get everything set up. As you set the playlist for your warm ups you missed the sound of the dance studios door opening. You started doing your stretches, making sure to stretch each muscle, isolating each area to ensure they were ready to dance. You were startled by someone clearing their throat. You snapped your head up and locked eyes with a familiar face. You recognized him immediately, and he recognized you too. A shocked expression shared between the two of you. “Long time no see…Y/N.”

Hearing your name fall out of his lips of honey startled you more. “Jisung…” you whispered as you stood up. A whirlwind of memories flooding your mind. You fought the urge to panic, remembering the feelings you’d had for him…you shoved them from your head. Also remembering how he left without word. A bitterness spreading on your tongue. “It has been a very long time.” You said, finally facing him. You stood there in front of each other, who knew you would find him…let alone be teaching him a dance you choreographed. “Why are you here?” You asked, a bit of venom seeping through your words. He looked a bit taken aback, shrugged his shoulders and smiled. God that smile…”Well for starters, I’m in Stray Kids, and I’m here to learn the choreography for our new song.” He said stepping forward. “Why are you here?” He said. His eyes traveling up and down your frame. “I- i uh I’m the new choreographer.” You said simply, not noticing how close he’d gotten. You mentally shook yourself and the look in his eyes didnt help. “Okay, you’re here to learn right? Then let’s get started.” You started teaching him step by step first, without the music. You had to admit, he was quite the dancer. His charisma was even better than when you were in school. He’d become even more handsome too. The high school heart throb…YOUR high school heart throb. You shook the thoughts from your mind once again. “Come on, take five, grab some water and well run it again.” You said, breathing heavy, looking at Jisung. His hair hanging, plastered on his forehead from sweat. His shirt clinging to certain parts of his chest. Little to be known he was watching you the whole time, the way your body moved as you danced, and to be honest it turned him on. He fought every urge in his body. You grabbed your water bottle and took a few sips. “So, how have you been Y/n?” He asked, his breathing heavy but steady. “Listen…” you began “…not to be rude, Jisung, But you don’t have the right to ask me how I have been. You disappeared. Without a word and had everyone worried…you left us, your friends and never looked back.” You said, tears threatening your vision. The anger boiled up inside of you. He took a breath as if he was going to speak but you beat him to the punch. “You could’ve said something you know? Your mom didn’t answer my texts…she won’t talk to any of us. We assumed you’d left home and forgotten about all of us.” You paused, tears streaming down your face but you didn’t care as you turned to face him. “That you had forgotten about me. Jisung, don’t you get it? I was so worried about you and you couldn’t give a fuck to say ‘Hey, sorry I left out of nowhere I really don’t care about you guys and I went to join a K-pop group.’ …Jisung i fucking cried every night.” You were sobbing at this point. The look on his face was nothing short of concern and sadness. He rushed forward, grabbing hold of you and pulling you into his arms. “Y/n…I’m so sorry…I couldn’t say anything.” He whispered against your neck. Stroking your hair as you cried into his shoulder. “Jisung…I loved you for so long…and you just left…” you whispered. Holding him closer to you. “You what…?” He asked pulling away from you.

His face blank, but his eyes were wide. “You heard me…” you said, shying away from him. Picking up your water bottle, wiping your eyes. “No, Y/N say it…again.” His voice got deeper as his head hung looking at the ground. “I said I loved you…” you whispered. The moment it fell from your lips Jisung rushed forwards taking your chin in his hand. He looked you in your swollen eyes and his own tears spilt over. Without anymore words your lips collided. The emotions from years of torment and being apart crashing down over you. Your tongues danced around each others, begging for more. You both pulled away, faces hot and breathless. “I’m so sorry…I’m sorry I left.” His voice quivering. He brushed your hair from your forehead, planting a small kiss there. “Please. Let me show you how sorry I am Y/N.” He pleaded. You were shocked at what was coming out of his mouth. “Jisung…what are you saying?” You questioned, your stomach flipping. His eyes pleaded with yours, in fact begging. “Let me show you…will you trust me?” He whispered, his hands finding your hips. You nodded slowly, feeling your core heat. With a swift motion he laid you on the practice room floor, his body between your legs. You felt his hands graze your thighs, rubbing them up and down, whispering sweet nothings. “You’re just as beautiful as I remember.” His braid shoulders expanse as he reached to cup your breast as he leaned in to kiss you. You hummed in nervousness as he massaged it softly. Your back arching as you felt your pussy getting wetter by the second. You reached your hands up pulling his face closer, your lips colliding with each other. His lips grazing yours, his grip tightening on your breasts, squeezing them which earned a moan from you. You felt yourself yearning to feel him inside you. “Please…” you whimpered begging with your eyes. “Please what baby?” His voice just barely above a whisper. “I need you.” You said, reaching your hands up into his shirt, feeling his body. His eyes fluttered shit for a moment. “You sure? Are you sure you want this?” He taunted, enjoying your flustered state. You knew he found this enjoyable, but he wanted you more than you even imagined. “Just fuck me already.” You groaned.

He found the hem of your leggings and pulled them down agonizingly slow, knowing you would squirm. And you did just that. “Fuck…look at how beautiful you are.” He said, tossing your leggings to the side, kissing the inside of your thighs. He dragged his tongue along the sensitive meat on your thigh. Sending shivers through your body. His tongue reached your panties, he paused, his head not moving but his eyes looking up at your erotic state. He took your underwear in his teeth, tugging at them as you lifted your ass up for him to slide them off. His breath caught as he stared at the sight before him, you instinctively shut your legs, blushing wildly. He put his hands between your knees forcing them open. “No.” He started breathlessly . “jangan sembunyikan dari saya sayang saya…” he leaned down kissing your abdomen, leaving little trails all the way down to the lips of your pussy. He licked a strip of your juices dripping out of you. His tongue shoveled deeper as you moaned. Your body reacting to each movement. “You taste so sweet.” He groaned, his mouth latching onto your sensitive bud, sucking as he inserted a finger inside of you. Your eyes closed as you threw your head back moaning from the warmth and feeling of his mouth against you. He pushed his finger in and out slowly at first, before lapping at your pussy, loving the sweet sounds of approval you gave. He slipped another finger inside as he picked up his pace, his tongue moving faster against your clit. You could barely breathe with how fucking good he was eating you. “F-fuck…Jisung oh my god.” Your voice broken up in moans. “Tell me how much you want it…tell me baby.” His voice vibrating against your pussy. You felt your insides tightening, pulsating against his fingers as her curved them just right. “Nnghh…fuck please. I’m gonna cum please.” You begged, moaning louder, bucking your hips agains his tongue earning a deeper groan from him. “Give it to me.” He said before you started writhing, your whole body shaking as your juices flows out, your pussy contracting against his fingers and he lapped up all your juices. He took one last lick before getting up and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Clean it up.” The tone of control was intense and ridged in his voice. His eyes hooded over as you took his fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean.

He stood up taking his sweat pants off, and your mouth watered at the sight before you. The print of his cock threatening his boxers. He pulled them off and it sprang free, precum dripping from his tip. He dropped to his knees and positioned himself between your legs again, rubbing his cock against your pussy. “You ready Y/N?” He whispered, his cock pressing against your entrance. You pushed yourself onto his cock, his groan echoing through the room. “Fuck…baby…you’re so damn tight.” He said pushing himself further into you as you moaned in pleasurable pain. His cock burying itself inside your walls. The pain subsided as he started moving. His body hovering over yours as he laid his face into your neck. His thrusts getting deeper and deeper as he whimpered. His sweet moans vibrated against your neck as the sounds of yours grew. “H-holy fuck…” you cried out, your nails digging into his back as he thrusted into you faster then before. The sound of skin slapping against each other echoed with sweet whimpers and moaning. The room filled with erotic sounds. He found himself licking your neck, before biting down softly earning a gasp as he pulled out and slammed back into you. “Fuck…don’t stop please Jisung.” Tears pricking your eyes as you felt your climax nearing again. He growled in response as he sat up pushing your legs over your shoulder holding them with one hand baring your ass upwards. The new sensation of him holding you this way felt amazing and you wanted more. He plowed into your pussy as you begged and whimpered. “Fuck…fuck Jisung I’m gonna-“ before you could finish your pussy was vacated. The cold air filling you up as he yanked you up and forcing you against the mirrors lining the walls. He took your right leg and held it up in one of his arms. Your face is was pressed against the glass, fogging it up as he slammed his cock back into you. He enjoyed this, seeing you disheveled and the erotic look on your face. “See, I told you, I’m sorry baby.” He groaned against your ear. You threw your head back against him as your eyes rolled back. He hit a spot you’d never felt before and damn it felt good. Your pussy started contracting against him again, without warning you felt a liquid forcing its way out. Your whole body shaking as he kept thrusting into you. “Fuck fuck oh my god.” You cried out, the over stimulation from whatever was happening sending him over the edge as he thrusted into you one last time. His cum filled you up, it’s warmth radiating inside of you.

You both had gotten dressed and were sitting there, cleaning up the liquids from the mirrors and floor. “Jesus Christ Y/N…” Jisung chuckled, reaching his arms around your waist hugging you from behind. “Hey don’t blame me…you’re the one that made me do it star boy.” You relished in the hug.

A/N: Yeah I hope yall enjoyed this because holy shit I struggled.

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ATEEZ - Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho, Yeosang, San, Mingi, Wooyoung, Jongho

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XDINARY HEROES - Jungsu, Jooyeon, Jiseok, Seungmin, Hyeongjun, Gunil

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"Don't look at me like that. You know what that does to me."

"I wish I never met you."

"It's your lucky day."

"I'm sorry, who are you?"

"I can't stop thinking about you."

"Open your mouth."

"Why do you even care?"

"You're more important than you think."

"What do you need me to do?"

"Please leave."

"That's my final answer."

"Did you see that?" "See what?"

"What do you want from me?"

"God, you look so fucking good."

"You're unbelievable."

"Isn't that your mom?"

"I swear I've seen your face somewhere before."

"You're such a tease."

"Don't you dare lie to me."

"Who are the flowers for?"

"Don't forget that we're in public, baby."

"Are you scared? You should be."

"Please say something. Anything."

"Do you forgive me?"

"You forgot."

"You're crazy and I like it."

"Where are you taking me?"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"I need you. Now."

"What did you say?"

"Did you miss me?"

"I dare you."

"I bought you something."

"Is it supposed to taste like that?"

"Ew. Why does it look like that?"

"Baby are you close?" "No but the Uber is."

"How many doughnuts can I stack on it?"

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"Put your dick away, this is a Lowe's."

"Stop yelling at me!" "You’re panicking, you’ll crash the car." "It’s not everyday a demon crawls out of your trunk!"

"Who the fuck did I marry?"

This is the fifth letter you will write to them, and it will not be the last.

Six days after they left, the ticking behind the wall began.

A mob boss with a black eye and a jagged scar over his wrist sits across from you, debating whether or not you're dangerous.

You wake up to moonlight across your face, and a body laying next to you in bed...who is that?

The demon turns to you, ignoring the rubble of your kitchen, and sneers. "How did you summon me? You've pulled me out of chains centuries old." Frantically, you skim through your cookbook. "I don't know! I was trying to make soup!"

"This was supposed to be romantic, but now I have regrets."

Sometimes you question how everything could have turned out if that day had gone differently.

Chills creep down your spine as you peek through the cracked doorway. You're not supposed to be witnessing this. They'll kill you if they find out.

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[whatispersonalspacejyp]

Comes animae - Where it all begins

Genre: Mature

Pairing: Chan x reader

Warnings series: Stalking, Kidnapping, Non con,

Warnings chapter: Stalking

Small summary and info: Y/N and their best friend Sydney (yes, fun fact I’ll be your best friend in this story, cause why not, while I will be preferred as she, you dear reader will address by they/them) had moved to Korea for their last year in college to study abroad. Y/N got an internship at a high school as an art teacher, but because their income is pretty low they got a kind of second job at a bar. There is a massive vampire clan in South Korea, which many citizens weren’t aware of, they had a lot of branches, such as stray kids, BTS, and got7. While their food source was mainly animals, sometimes humans fell victim too.

Next

It was around 11 O’Clock when I heard my roommate yell for me. “Y/N! I want to go out, can’t sleep.” I rolled my eyes and heard her yell that, so I paused the movie I was watching and got up to walk to her room. “Well, you did interrupt me now, so where do you want to go?” I saw Sydney smirk while getting out of her bed. “I’m not sure maybe that café a couple of blocks away it’s always open past midnight.” I smiled at her while nodding. “Let’s get ready then, give me 5 minutes.” So I walked back to my room to change some jeans and a sweater. While walking to the front door, I grabbed my bag, and at the same time, she walked towards me with a smile. “Let’s go if you are ready.”

“Ah, sadly there weren’t any cute guys,” I said smiling while opening the door to the café. Sydney snickers, “Imagine if one of those older men asks us to eat ramen at their house.” she then shivers at the thought, making me laugh. “Yeah that would have been terrible, I guess leaving them unsatisfied would also be kind of fun.” We both sat down and ordered a drink. After a while and at least five drinks we decided to go home. Sydney took out the last sip of her drink before standing up to pay, as it was her idea in the first place. “I swear if we don’t find our apartment back it's because of our stupid asses. God, we’re so doomed.” She cried out, making me laugh. “Sweety, I know the way, no worries. I easily remember routes.” I mumbled as we started to walk away. The eerie silence was giving me an awful feeling. “Uh, I got a bad feeling about this,” I mumbled looking at Sydney—a moment after I said that I felt myself getting pulled into an ally. Sydney screamed immediately to let us go but to no avail. It was clear that these men were intoxicated. We tried to figure out what they wanted, making out something about money and such.” I tried to come to my senses and kicked the man and tried to get my keys so I would have a weapon.

Chan was roaming around the city with one of his fellow vampires Jungkook. They were on a building roof when Jungkook looked at Chan. “Did you hear the scream?” Chan tilts his head upwards, hearing the noise too. “Bet it’s that alleyway near that café. But let’s take a look.” Jungkook followed Chan and stopped when they saw a group of drunk older men surrounding two younger people, who were clearly in distress. “Let’s help them. Those men have been a problem for a while now, also I’m very thirsty.” Chan snickers at the sight as he doesn’t see it often and cracks his neck and knuckles. “Let’s handle this fast and steady.” He licks his lips in anticipation and runs at an inhuman speed at the group, pushing one of them harshly against the wall, so hard that a loud crack is heard. 

One of the two fell, because of the speed Chan used to get those men away from them. The other girl quickly ran to her friend to pick them up and ran away in fear. So Jungkook and Chan quickly worked out of it, draining them and then quickly following the two to ensure they were safe. They followed and managed to sit somewhere close, where they could watch into the apartment. “They are not from around here, but they smell very delicious.” Their eyes were glowing red, Chan rubbed the remaining blood from his lips and nodded at Jungkook's statement. “Well maybe for another time, Just to make it clear that one who just walked away, they are mine.” Looking through the window it was clear that one of them walked into a room while the other walked into their bedroom. “Yeah, the one in the bedroom right now I wanted her anyway.” Jungkook agrees and they both decide to get back to their place. 

Me and Sydney ran home, not looking back. Once safely home, we decided not to talk and go do our things. Sydney walked into her bedroom and plopped on the bed, clearly falling asleep. I on the other hand still felt freaked out and disgusted. So I decided to take a shower first before putting on some baggy clothes and sat on the couch to watch something to take my mind off after getting harassed. But the alcohol mixing with the tiring events made my eyes close and soon into a slumber on the couch.

Walking up the next morning, my head was killing me. I got up from the couch and into the bathroom to look for some painkillers. When I walked out I noticed Sydney on the couch watching the news.

“Last night there was a new attack, a few men were found dead. What they were doing and how they died is still a mystery, but it seems to be linked to the other people who were found dead by a mysterious animal, that has been pestering our town.”

So last night wasn’t just a weird dream, that happened. “Hey Y/N… that was the ally right, that we were in last night… and those men… they attacked us… right?” I finally looked at Sydney after staring at the TV for a while. “I believe so. But I swear I just kicked one guy. But I do believe there was something else there.” She nods, “Well of course that wasn’t us! Those men had been drained of their blood! I do not know if I should be glad or frightened. That could have been us you know.” Now I looked better at Sydney’s frame, she was shaken, her make-up was smudged, and still in the outfit of last night. “Well we should be happy they didn’t, by the way, go take a shower it could help you know… and wel also you look like shit.” I grin, trying to lighten the mood, while I do agree with her that it was scary what happened. I am also very glad to had a few drinks so I don’t remember everything. “Hey Sydney, let’s avoid alleyways from now on.” She smiled and nodded while getting up. “Yeah, and let’s not tell anyone, my mom would manage to get someone to kidnap me and put me on a flight straight home.” Sydney cried out while walking to the bathroom. I laughed before sitting down on the couch again, grabbing my laptop, to go and get some work done for tomorrow, teaching does come with a fair share of what you could call homework. 

Sydney soon walked back in and put a bowl of cereal in front of me. “You have work tomorrow too?” “Yeah, First two hours teaching, then one online class, and after that well go to my other job, so you will probably not see me tomorrow, and you?” Sydney nods in acknowledgment. “Yeah, but I only have work, just looking at flowers all day. But next week there is an excavation again outside of town. By the way, I’ll do the groceries tomorrow so don’t worry about that. Now on that topic, do you need anything?” I rolled my eyes at her. “Of course, some ramen oh, and please ice cream. I probably need it after such a long day. and if you do you will be the best roommate I ever had!” Sydney nodded and wrote it down. “Yeah yeah, but that’s also because I’m the only roommate you ever had…” We bickered a bit further before deciding to put on a drama in the background while we were doing our things.

Jungkook grabs Chan’s arm and drags him into the nearest room. “I can still smell their blood, it’s driving me crazy!” Chan sighed, “Glad to hear I’m not the only one. Those men from yesterday did not satisfy my hunger.” He then leans against the wall and scratches one of his fangs in annoyance. “I just want a little taste,” he mumbles to himself. Jungkook looks at Chan, eyes glowing red. “We do know where they live, let's just check on them. Stalk them, before taking them.” Chan nods at him with a smirk. “I’ll go take a stroll around the block.” Then Chan pushes himself away from the wall and out of the room, heading for the apartment complex. Once arriving he noticed how busy we were with our things before noticing an open window. So he took this chance and snook in. Chan raises an eyebrow once he notices he is in a bedroom. His eyes glow and his heartbeat rises when the smell only grows stronger. With soundless steps, he walks out of the door of the bedroom and finds himself in the living room. ‘There she is’ His fangs clearly show and he steps a bit closer. ‘Just one taste’ He whispered to himself, the smell now intoxicating him.

I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep on the couch. I then heard a creak from the floor and I turned my head towards the sound and saw nothing. “Sydney?” I kicked the blanket away and decided to investigate since I didn’t get a reply. “Syd? Come on this is not funny.” I walked to the kitchen and then towards her bedroom and saw her working so I closed the door again. “I should stop both drinking and watching horror movies, 'cause it’s now really messing with my head,” I mumbled to myself and stopped in front of my bedroom door but I was distracted when I saw myself in the mirror. “Oh I look terrible, but it’s nothing makeup can’t fix.” Then I walked into the bedroom and smiled at the painting I was making, inspired by some weird dream I had a few nights back. “Ah, just a few more hours, and then the painting will be done.”

Chan noticed the heartbeat changing and quickly moved so he could hide. Once the person walked into the bedroom he tried to slow his heartbeat and peaks from under the bed and noticed the painting, which confused him as it looked like them. He stared at the painting for a while before noticing that the person had left the room, so Chan took the opportunity to crawl from under the bed. He looks around the room once again and then towards the painting. “I’ll make you mine. My obedient doll.” He then quickly jumps out of the window and back to his own home. “I’m back.” Jungkook was gaming with Yugyeom while Bambam walked passed him. “Dude you reak of human.” He laughs before sitting down to see the other two gaming. Chan then quickly made up an excuse. “Well, sometimes I crave blood from them. They taste sweeter than animals.” He tilts his head and rolls up his sleeves. “Hey, I ain’t meaning anything with that comment. Anyway, I hope you had a nice breakfast, also some very good news both JB and RM have gotten jobs at the hospital, so blood packs will come in very soon.” Chan rolled his eyes, why get blood bags when they can just grab any human or animal? “I don’t know if I should be glad.” Bambam looks at Chan confused. “You okay?” Chan nervously points at himself. “Me?” and his head goes all directions before his eyes land on Jungkook. “What about Kook?” He pointed at him, trying to get the focus away from his behavior. “Well, not that I’ve noticed, except for like ignoring questions about last night, like you do now. So can you tell us or should we get either JB or RM to force it out of you? I’m sure they will be curious about your odd behavior.”

I heard the door to Sydney’s room open so I walked back out of my room into the living room. “Done with studying for today.” She nodded and sat on the couch, while I walked into the kitchen. “Those dirty freaks from yesterday made me feel nasty.” Sydney scrunched up her nose and watched as I started making dinner. “Well to be fair, I don’t remember anything.” I wanted to grab something from the top shelve but suddenly felt a pain in my ankle. “Fuck.” I quickly moved to the floor to sit so I could check my ankle. “Oh, Sydney! Don’t worry, just a forgotten sprained ankle!” This made her giggle and she came over to me with a first aid kit. “Hey I had this happen before, no need for that, I can deal with that myself.”I laughed. “Okay fine, at least let's give you a bandage then, and also if it gets worse we get to the doctor okay.” I nodded at Sydney's words, knowing very well I won’t. I bandaged my ankle before slowly getting up and continuing with cooking. Sydney sat down near the counter with a smile. “You know, I had this strange feeling earlier, I had fallen asleep, but then just got the feeling I was being watched, what also didn’t help was that the floor creaked and I noticed my bedroom door moving. I was questioning my sanity.” Sydney laughs. “Well, maybe we’re haunted. I do believe in ghosts you know.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah yeah, you also do know I believe in them so don’t say those things, it freaks me out. but now that you are sitting here and the food is up on the stove, I’m going for a quick shower. “Please you, you smell. I’ll watch dinner don’t worry.” Sydney said while sticking her tongue out. I did that back before walking towards the bathroom.

[dutchannanas]

I suppose it's time for one last post of 2024. I can't believe this year is already over. What the hell. It really messes with my lack of sense of time 😭😂

At the beginning of this year I finally got my associate's degree in the audiovisual field. I have two old teachers who I would consider wise elders / uncles and I couldn't have done it without their guidance.

I've had a lot of fun doing something creative working with cameras, yelling in microphones, crying while mixing audio, getting frustrated with editing software programs and etc. but I've realised I don't really see a future doing this. It's fun but it doesn't fulfil me. And then I got depressed.

2024 was for me a pretty depressing year with confusion about myself. I've cried so much this year.

Music is my biggest comfort. My dumbasss tends to go in self isolation. I think this was an interesting music year. Flowsik came back, 2NE1 came back, Bigbang sort of came back, niahn came back and it looks like GOT7 and Fanxy Child are coming back as well.

My number 1 artist this year is Bully Da Ba$tard. (I know my Spotify Wrapped says otherwise but imagine if all his music was on there)

My jobless and hyper fixated ass would feel productive by translating (with Google Translate 🙃) his lyrics (if available in the first place 🥲)

I admire him. I've learned that I appreciate his authenticity, his vulnerability, his resilience and the topics about pain, self reflection, mental health. My best friend has experienced a lot struggles as well, so it feels very personal to me. And I myself too.

I don't think this is something people would easily admit but I feel like I've been a bad friend this year. I'd rather sit at home staring out the window crying in my own pity, than go outside and spend energy and money on my friends. Not that I have a lot of money anyway... I've lied so many times about being sick just so I could stay home. At the same time, some friends did get preferential treatment. I don't know.

Even literally just now, I decided to stay home instead of celebrating new years with friends. I don't feel okay. Actually, I'm having an anxiety as I'm writing this.

Anyway, then it became summer. Psychology sparked my interest together with a little bit philosophy. I discovered LONA. A small artist but very kind. Bully features on one of his songs. And guess what? They are friends. LONA said reassuring words that I really needed to hear: "he'll get through it"

I've started journaling. Starting on the 27th of August, I wrote down my thoughts and feelings on paper. I'm quite impressed with myself. I've never been able to consistently keep a diary.

I finally started seeing my counsellor again. She helped me a lot. I actually slowly started connecting with old friends again. The universe threw them at me as a sign lmao

I applied for college again, studying Applied Psychology. The start of it was better than I imagined. However nowadays I feel insecure again. I feel like an idiot amongst my current classmates. Of course I have a lot to learn. Deep down I know that...

Anyway now that I've calmed down.

This was one hell of year, I'm glad it's over.