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youthslost · 10 months ago
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5 songs you associate with / remind you of your muse - lee haneul edition! ( tw: child abuse mentions, homophobia mentions, religious trauma mention )
family line - conan gray
❝ It's hard to put it into words How the holidays will always hurt I watch the fathers with their little girls And wonder what I did to deserve this How could you hurt a little kid? I can't forget, I can't forgive you 'Cause now I'm scared that everyone I love will leave me. ❞
star tripping - kevin atwater
❝ I could get in trouble for this I'm falling for a boy Who thinks that falling's a sin Hurt you like a kid Said something mean Just to say that I said it You think He made you wrong I think you give Him way too much credit. ❞
heaven - troye sivan ft. betty who
❝ Without losing a piece of me How do I get to heaven? Without changing a part of me How do I get to heaven? All my time is wasted Feeling like my heart's mistaken, oh So if I'm losing a piece of me Maybe I don't want heaven. ❞
that's what i want - lil nas x
❝ I want someone who love me I need someone who needs me 'Cause it don't feel right when it's late at night And it's just me in my dreams So I want someone to love, that's what I fucking want. ❞
super shy - new jeans
❝ You don't even know my name, do ya? You don't even know my name, do ya? I'm super shy, super shy But wait a minute while I make you mine, make you mine I'm all nervous 'cause you're on my mind all the time I wanna tell you but I'm super shy, super shy. ❞
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levantcr · 1 month ago
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jang   wonyoung,   lesbian   demisexual,   cisfemale,   she/her. ♡ now   entering   the   apartment   building   is son   haneul, a twenty year   old   who   is   currently an  ex-idol   trainee. netizens   have   said   they   seem self-centered but   others   have   said   they’re  dedicated !   gossip   aside,   we’re   sure   they’re   bound   to   be   a   fan   favorite   ! 
background.
born and raised in seoul. hanuel wanted to become an idol from as little as eleven years old. watching the groups around at the time she was growing up she used to learn the dances as a little preteen. picked up as a trainee when she was fourteen, she spent three years training before she was selected by her company to compete on a survival show. however she was eliminated in the final episode.
after she failed to debut, she was caught in a scandal regarding her sexuality. the company dropped her almost immediately. she spent a year just relaxing at home with her family after the survival show.
when she heard about seoulmates she decided to take the opportunity. wanting to become successful still as an idol while being publicly out as a lesbian. the show being geared towards lesbians would likely attract the people that she needed to support her in her career after the show.
personality.
earning the reputation of being self centered came from haneul's time on the survival show. being a leader was never something that she had in her idea of her future as an idol so she had kept to herself a little. especially when it came to helping the other trainee's in learning the songs and choreographies. though haneul will keep herself first if it benefits her.
with a goal set for herself haneul will not stop going for that goal. that is the exact reason that she signed up for the show. just a means to help grow her career as an idol.
connections.
friends: could be from school, from also being a trainee, and of course new friends made on the show.
crush: someone that she immediately was like i want to talk to them.
scandal partner: it'd be cool if the other party in her scandal also was a part of the show..
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scftlightz · 6 months ago
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one again! thanks to sons of anarchy i lowkey made a bike club with some muses connected.
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keith yun . 33 . president of the asphalt reapers ( bike club ) and founding 5 member . chri.stian y.u
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haneul heo . 27 . vice president of tar . ch.a eunw.oo
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tea salonga . 30 . loyal member and founding 5 of tar . ma.ris ra.cal
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gcldfanged · 1 year ago
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bxnqchxn · 1 year ago
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𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠
❝ When it comes to death, you are mine. ❞
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ramenstation · 1 year ago
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                 ◜  haneul kang  ◞ 
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◖ᴅᴀᴛᴏꜱ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟᴇꜱ◗
◦ walking heartbreak. ◦ business meeting avoider. ◦ crisis drinker.
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( + ) leal, cordial, trabajador. ( – ) complaciente, inexpresivo, timido.
perfil psicológico:
No es el mejor expresándose, pero el arte y las sesiones de terapia le han ayudado a trabajar en ello. Puede que no sea el primero en aceptar cuando necesita a alguien, pero es el primero en ofrecer ayuda cuando los demás la necesitan. A sus veintitrés años, Ha-neul aún sigue trabajando en ciertos límites de su nobleza, ha aprendido a ser firme hasta consigo mismo sobre lo que quiere, pero de vez en cuando es algo que se tiene que recordar. “Kang Ha-neul es igual de importante que otros.” “Kang Ha-neul, tú puedes
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Kang Ha-neul. Nacido en Montpelier como el más joven de una familia coreana conformada por un padre empresario, una madre encargada del cuidado de su hogar y un hermano mayor que él por seis años.
La diferencia de edad entre el mayor y Ha-neul siempre fue notoria, por lo que su relación nunca ha sido la mejor de todas y sus intereses siempre algo distintos. Sin embargo, las comparaciones entre ambos eran inexistentes por parte de sus padres y la única rivalidad era sobre quién podía llevar a sus amigos a casa qué días.
Entre las lecciones del instituto, las nuevas experiencias y las tomas de decisiones importantes para el futuro, fue cuando su nobleza comenzó a salirse de control sin que se diera cuenta. Siempre había sido bastante bueno cuando se trataba de poner a los demás antes que a él y ocultar sus sentimientos. tomaba elecciones basándose en todo momento en lo que los demás esperaban de él y en qué era lo mejor para ellos, sin importar que esto significaba poner sus propios intereses y prioridades a un lado. Por ello, cuando el momento llegó, decidió que estudiar negocios internacionales era lo indicado; lo que probablemente su padre esperaba de él y lo mejor para el futuro de la empresa familiar.
Y fue entonces cuando todo comenzó a ir cuesta abajo.
A sus dieciocho años, las constantes visitas a los clubes y bares de la ciudad en la oscuridad de la noche se volvieron su manera de distracción para lo que se convertía poco a poco en una vida deplorable y un futuro aún peor. Lo que más le gustaba de sus aventuras nocturnas no eran las bebidas alcohólicas ni los rollos de una noche que le ayudaban a lidiar con su constante tristeza y sentimiento de soledad, sino las visitas a los estudios de tatuajes a las afueras de la ciudad. Porque claro, nunca falta alguien con delirios de gánster o lo suficientemente borracho para marcar su piel permanentemente.
La razón por la que Ha-neul se volvió fanático de asistir a dichos lugares fue la estética y las formas de expresar distintas cosas de mil maneras diferentes, lo cual en ocasiones se podía volver abrumador pero que sin embargo era bello e interesante para él. Claro que no era su primer encuentro con el arte, su familia solía asistir a exposiciones de vez en cuando e inclusive durante su adolescencia tomó clases de pintura como su programa opcional, pero a pesar de esto no existía un particular interés hacia la disciplina por parte del joven; no hasta que se vio atrapado en la constante apreciación por los diseños en paredes, papeles y pieles, y por las historias que había detrás de estos, el porqué habían sido creados y como.
El descubrimiento de su atracción al arte le hacía sentir una alegría inmensa que en aquellos días podía sólo ser provocada ( crush ). y entonces, el joven Kang tomó una determinación para su propio bienestar, la primera después de muchos años: no entraría al segundo semestre de la carrera y se iría a Nueva York a probar suerte.
Su plan, claro, era que ( crush ) le acompañase, era el momento indicado para comenzar algo más allá de una amistad, pero esto no pasó y se limitó a aceptar que era hora de dejarlo todo atrás, inclusive a su mejor amistad y primer amor, para emprender camino con su propia compañía y unos cuantos utensilios de arte que había comprado con sus ahorros.
Era como si existiera alguna regla que dijese que Kang Ha-neul nunca podría tener todo lo que quisiera, ¿acaso esta vez era el karma por solo pensar en él?. Dicha pregunta rondó su cabeza por los siguientes días, desde el momento en el que abordó el transporte que lo llevaría a su destino, de camino a entregar su solicitud de empleo a la tienda de tatuajes una semana después de su llegada y sobre todo dos años más adelante en el momento que recibió la noticia sobre la muerte de su padre.
Asistir al funeral para dar el último adiós a su padre fue duro, aún más que irse a probar suerte a un lugar desconocido, pero nada se comparaba con tener que sentarse en una sala privada con su madre, hermano y el abogado de su padre para la lectura de testamento. Con su partida meses atrás, Han-neul se había hecho a la idea de no recibir nada más por parte de sus progenitores, no sentía siquiera que lo mereciera después de haber partido sin decirles nada, pero el señor Kang no era tan duro como la mayoría pensaba, tenía un gran corazón cuando se trataba de sus hijos y esposa, además de diferentes contactos quienes le ayudaron a encontrar al menor pocas semanas después de su partida y seguir al pendiente de su vida.
Las herencias fueron repartidas respectivamente; su madre contaba ahora con el treinta por ciento de la empresa, el primogénito con cuarenta y Ha-neul con treinta y una carta al puño y letra de su fallecido padre donde le explicaba las decisiones tomadas en su testamento.
Era justo que su esposa se quedara con algo después de apoyarlo tantos años, aguantando sus charlas sobre números y contratos, al igual que asistir a reuniones sociales por el beneficio de la empresa. Estaba seguro que en un par de años tomaría la iniciativa de vender gran parte de ellas a su hijo mayor, quien aparentemente era el único que compartía su interés por los negocios. Podría haberle entregado todo desde un principio, pero algo sobre “acostumbrarse al peso de la corona” le dijo que lo hiciera de aquella manera.
Las metáforas del empresario quedarían siempre en la memoria de Ha-neul.
Por otro lado, estaba consciente del escaso afecto que el menor tenía hacía los negocios, era un hombre atento e inteligente después de todo, y por eso mismo le heredó parte de la empresa. Uno de los sueños del matrimonio era que sus hijos se graduasen, no importaba en qué, y con los ingresos que obtendría siendo dueño del treinta por ciento le sería suficiente para pagar la carrera universitaria que desease, vivir cómodamente y “conseguir instrumentos”.
¿Otra metáfora quizá? ¿O solo siendo astuto en la forma de decirle que estaba al tanto de sus nuevos intereses?.
Probablemente la segunda. De cualquier manera, el joven hizo caso a los deseos de su padre, restableció conexión con su familia y después de unos meses regresó a Nueva York para comenzar a asistir de nuevo a la universidad, esta vez eligiendo la carrera de artes visuales.
Durante el primer año su vida social no fue la mejor gracias a que evadía las fiestas a más no poder y se la pasaba en su departamento de collage town estudiando y boceteando nuevos diseños de tatuajes, ya que gracias a las redes sociales logró conseguir clientes en su nueva locación.
Al entrar a segundo año, estando un poco más establecido tanto en la ciudad como en la escuela, decidió unirse a la fraternidad universitaria como manera de conocer gente nueva. Aunque mayormente ha servido para que evite que su cuarto sea un caos lleno de sketches en progreso y botes de pintura por todos lados, debe admitir que la obligación de socializar con alguien por lo menos una vez al día le hace bien de vez en cuando.
Eso, hacer lo que le gusta, contar con el apoyo de su familia y, por supuesto, asistir a terapia. Ha sido un camino largo, y algunos días son regresivos, pero el Ha-neul de dieciocho años estaría orgulloso del progreso que ha hecho emocional y mentalmente.
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› _____ Kang: - hermano mayor por seis años. - dueño del 40% del negocio familiar y quien mayormente esta a cargo de. [ open for role ]
› ( crush ): - mejor amigue de la infancia y adolescencia. - primer amor. [ open for role ]
› Amistades
› Enemistades
› Etcetera
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freakinbads · 1 year ago
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"It's your favourite." [ xander to haneul i'm not crying you are ]
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It's a blanket, something that Haneul had mentioned very much in passing to Xander. It's from a small business from Australia, a company his parents had gotten him absolutely addicted to in terms of comfort. He'd been missing the blanket he'd left in his parent's house, and this one is identical save for the color being ocean blue. His heart is in two places, the Pacific Ocean and with Xander. He's nuzzling Xander's cheek. "I love this. See what I mean? It's so warm." He's putting the blanket over them both. "It's like an extra hug."
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magicshvps · 2 years ago
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spotify wrapped 44!
meme: send me a number 1-100 and i’ll make a one liner from my spotify wrapped // give me your tmi- stray kids
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        "what the hell are you doing to me for you to make me freeze like this again? i promise this isn't an obsession."
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svtellite · 1 year ago
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tag dump for suk haneul!
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fam1lyjewels · 2 years ago
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czrsed · 28 days ago
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"maybe i do," she replied, her voice barely a whisper. "i just… i don’t know. sometimes it feels like it’s better than being alone, especially since we’re not a thing anymore." dorothea looked away, her eyes filled with conflict. "it’s easier to slip back into this… familiarity, even if it hurts."
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                         “    i    get    it    isn't    my    place    to    tell    you    anything    .    .    .    but    you    deserve    so    much    better    .    why    do    you    keep    giving    chances    when    that    asshole    just    keeps    on    the    bullshit    ?    you're    worth    more    than    what    you    let    yourself    settle    for    .    .    .    ”
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eightmakesonebraincell · 5 months ago
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the essence of youth is summers with you (teaser)
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genre: poly!surfers!ateez x fem!reader, childhood best friend!san, sort of college!au, slice of life and coming of age, slow burn, fluff, angst
length: 1.5k (teaser) + approx. 38k (full fic)
c/w: surfer!ateez (deserves a warning), explicit profanity, more angst when you think things will get better, remaining tags to be revealed with full fic
synopsis: when you move away from your hometown at the age of six, you discover that summer in namhae takes the form of a skinny, dimpled boy who loves the sea and holding hands– choi san. but as the summers go past and he goes to seoul for college, bringing back new friends each year, you start to develop feelings that run deeper than just friendship. will your summers of youth become ones of love and dreams, or will they end in pain and heartbreak?
a/n: surprise!! we’re actually using full stops and paragraphs for once! full fic will be released in exactly one week so enjoy these crumbs until then
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you’re all sitting on a patchwork of picnic blankets and beach towels spread around the small fire that san has constructed, now experienced from having made one three years in a row. haneul shares the towel with you on one side and yunho on your other.
dinner had been greasy meat grilled by wooyoung’s skilled hands paired with cheap alcohol that made you all wince when it went down. it had been finished off with skewered marshmallows– the most vital part of the night, as mingi had fervently reminded everyone.
someone had then suggested a round of ‘truth or dare’, which most definitely did not stop at one round. the flushed cheeks and tipsy slurs not only made the dares increasingly bizarre, but it made everyone daring enough to actually do them.
but as the night had continued on, the outlandish dares slowly trickled off and more of you picked to answer truth questions. with the mellowing ambience of the campfire and the clearing buzz of alcohol in your systems, it was only a matter of time before the night fizzled into calm.
“mingi,” haneul directs her question at the taller, “ if you were to date one of us excluding me, who would it be?”
his eyes dart from her to you and then to every single one of his friends.
“i’d date you all,” he shrugs. “but if i had to pick one person, then probably yunho, since he’s been there for me from day one.”
yunho knocks shoulders with him appreciatively whilst joking, “your parents would love to hear that answer.”
you spot san and wooyoung cringing at the thought and you’re reminded of snippets of a conversation about surfing as a distraction and escape from home.
“seonghwa, truth or dare?” mingi asks, moving the game on to the next person.
“truth.”
“if you had to pick between love and friendship, which one would it be?”
seonghwa hums for a while, watching the dancing lick of flames.
“i think it depends on the situation, because in the end, they’re not that much different from each other. in love there is friendship, and in friendship there is love. it’s impossible to say that one is more important than the other.”
there’s a collective boo as he skirts around the question, but you all understand where he’s coming from.
it still doesn’t stop san from retorting, “the whole point is to pick one.”
seonghwa chuckles and downs half a shot to appease the other of his apparent half answer, then tosses the same question at him.
“what about you, then?”
much to his disappointment, san actually has an answer.
“i would probably choose love. i think you’re right in saying you can’t separate love and friendship, but the thing that sets a romantic relationship apart is being in love,” he muses. “it’s hard to find friends you love, but it’s even harder to find a friend you fall in love with, so i would probably hold onto that no matter what.”
a few of you subconsciously nod along, words resonating with yourselves.
haneul nudges you curiously, “what do you think?”
you relax into her side as you slowly formulate a cohesive answer from your thoughts.
“i think i would choose love, too. i’ll admit it’s a much more difficult relationship than friendship and it often requires sacrifices to be made…it can even mean having to let go of somebody completely.”
hongjoong glances at you, guilt pricking at his chest.
“but at the same time,” you continue, “when you love somebody that much, sacrifice becomes something you want to give and are willing to offer to the other person, and you develop a depth of understanding, connection and intimacy strong enough to overcome anything that isn’t always possible with friendship.”
“you and san are both such gross romantics,” haneul pretends to gag.
“yeah, shoot us for it,” you poke her in the side. “wooyoung, truth or dare?”
“since everyone’s picking truth…truth.”
“who’s someone you’re sorry towards or thankful for?”
he whines indignantly, “why are we suddenly getting so personal,” but proceeds to think about his answer seriously.
“if i’m honest, i’m sorry towards everyone. i know there are times i fall short as a friend and make mistakes, but you all always forgive me and embrace my imperfections so graciously. sometimes it makes me wonder if i even deserve you guys.”
there are immediate noises of protest and wooyoung smiles, waving away their words of objection because he knows that he’s wrong. it’s just that knowing doesn’t always stop him from feeling a certain way.
“and of course, what i’m sorry for goes hand in hand with what i’m thankful for. but i’m also especially thankful for y/n,” he reveals.
your body reacts instantly to his unexpected answer, blood rushing towards your cheeks and ears as he looks at you appreciatively.
“i haven’t known you for as long as most of the other boys, but i’ve seen how happy and vibrant they all are whenever they return to seoul or whenever they talk about you. and i can definitely see why, now. you make them happy– you make us happy.”
mingi clears his throat, jumping in to add to the younger’s answer, “when i’m here in namhae with you, with everybody, it feels like home.”
a home that he’s never really had until yunho, san, you, and the rest of the boys came along.
“so thank you for giving me a home here,” mingi looks at you earnestly.
if he were sitting closer, you would reach over and squeeze his hand reassuringly.
“no matter how many years go by, you’ll always have a home here,” you tell him instead.
“and the rest of us?” yunho jokes, lightly slapping your knee where your legs have slowly made their way into his lap over the night.
“you all have a home here,” you amend.
because namhae is not the same without san, and namhae is not the same without the rest of your friends, either.
you continue asking each other questions, even after midnight has long ticked past and haneul has retired back to the beach house for some sleep. nobody wants the night to end, because despite already having been attached to each other’s hips all summer, the time you are spending now around the campfire is different.
life slows down and the nine of you are the only ones to exist along with the stars and the ocean waves.
“you know what we should do?” wooyoung pipes up when you are all quietly watching the fire.
he grins, “we should do that thing where we shout at the ocean.”
“just…straight up scream?” hongjoong frowns.
a smile starts to spread across san’s face as he understands wooyoung’s vision.
“no, like our dreams. regrets. confessions,” san elaborates, making a move to stand and brushing the sand off his shorts.
seonghwa questions, “are we really doing this?” and yet he stands up as well.
“when will we ever get a chance to do this again?”
one by one, you all get up on your feet and wander down the beach closer towards the water. it’s silent, save for the crash of waves, while you eye each other and wait for somebody to start it off.
yunho clears his throat, then yells his next words from the very depths of his chest, “i want to become a famous choreographer!”
there are shared giggles at the striking contrast in volume after hours of low, heartfelt conversation, but it’s enough to fill the rest of you with courage and desire to do the same.
“i want my parents to accept that i won’t be a lawyer like they wanted me to be!” yeosang calls out.
mingi takes a huge breath with his entire body, “i hope i’ll win the lottery one day!”
you all break out into laughter, happiness and vigour running high through your veins. it definitely feels a little silly and a little childish, but is that not the charm of living in the prime years of your youth and spending it with your friends?
reservations now completely thrown to the wind, the boys holler and yell both serious and unserious aspirations with their entire soul, cupping the sides of their mouths with their hands to carry their voices further out across the waters. you watch them with deep affection and tenderness and your eyes suddenly start to well up with the intensity of your emotions.
thank you for showing me what love feels like.
you can continue to love them as friends, and that is already more than you could ever ask for.
taking a deep inhale of the chill of emerging dawn and blinking away the blur in your eyes, you join the boys and yell your heart out to the ocean. your screams blend together into a symphony of dreams and hopes; the swell of the chorus and the pinnacle of the movie.
and even though you’re all half-delirious from the lack of sleep, hair ruffled and mismatched pajamas wrinkled, it feels like anything and everything is possible in this moment.
from here on, it’s the nine of you against the world and whatever it may bring.
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makeitmingi · 1 year ago
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Cause Baby You're My Muse [Chapter 60]
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Genre: Romance, Idol!AU, Music, Slight angst
Pairing: Mingi x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Producer!Reader, IdolLyricist!Mingi, IdolProducer!Hongjoong, Idol!Seonghwa, Idol!Yunho, Idol!Wooyoung, Idol!San, Idol!Yeosang, Idol!Jongho, cameo(s) by other celebrities
Summary: You always preferred producing underground, having an unknown face and governed by your own rules. But when you start freelancing for idol groups, you say goodbye to your lone wolf lifestyle as you learn to work with idol producers and lyricists.
Word count: 4.5K
[A/N: Longer chapter to end off the series! Thank you everyone who has been patient with me and supporting me through this series.]
You took a deep breath as you stepped out of the airport. Haneul followed close, holding onto the end of your jacket as she yawned tiredly, rubbing her eye. Poor thing was half asleep, following you and trying not to sleep while walking.
*I'm home.* You smiled softly as you pushed the luggage cart through. It was 4 am in Korea so the airport was relatively empty.
"Unnie? I'm sleepy." Haneul whined.
"I know, baby. I'm sorry, let's go home and get some sleep." You chuckled. Just as you were about to get a cab, a van pulled up in front of you. You blinked in confusion until the driver came out.
"Joong?!" You yelped. Hongjoong gave you a sleepy smile as he stepped out, hugging you tightly.
"What are you doing here? It's 4 am. You should be sleeping!" You asked in shock but hugged him back nonethless.
"Ah, I can always sleep later. Of course I would be here to welcome my baby sister home. And even babier... sister?" Hongjoong chuckled, patting Haneul's head.
"Yeah, the princess is sleepy." You giggled. Hongjoong nodded and you both loaded the bags into the back. You made sure Haneul was comfortably seated in the back with the seatbelt on. Hongjoong even reclined the seat slightly for her to sleep. Then he opened the door for you to enter the passenger seat.
"I think this is the first time I've seen you drive." You chuckled.
"Really? I guess I don't have much opportunities to drive at all. Honestly, I'm surprised the manager hyungs let me take the van." He said, starting the engine.
"Well, I'm grateful you came nonetheless." You said as he pulled away from the sidewalk and drove to where your apartment was.
This new apartment was arranged close to the HYBE building, put together, prepared and arranged by the Big Hit team for your return to Korea.
The 2 year overseas stint was done and with investigations over, you could safely return with Haneul. Turns out, it was KQ CEO's own personal assistant that sent you those threats.
She caught you and Mingi once and was jealous. She thought she could get close to the boys, being the CEO's personal assistant, and possibly form a relationship with one of them. But it didn't work. She hated that you got close with them so quickly.
Once investigations were concluded, she was taken to jail. There was news article about it. But the details of the case was not made public.
"How was the flight?" Hongjoong asked, breaking your train of thought.
"Stuffy and long. It feels good to be out of there, I can finally stretch my legs properly and the air isn't so stale anymore. Plus, it feels good to be home." You let out a long exhale.
"Yeah, those kidns of flights always feel too long. Are all your stuff in the new place already?" He continued.
"Hmmm, not yet. Most of our stuff are but I had some last minute stuff to pack. They'll get shipped over in due time. But I think I have enough to unpack and keep me busy for a bit." You sighed.
"We'll help in any way that we can since we're on vacation." He told you. Ateez had finished touring and completed yet another successful comeback season. Now, they were on their well deserved vacation time.
"Alright, here we are." Hongjoong pulled up into the carpark. You turned around to see Haneul fast asleep.
"If you can help me put her on my back, I'll piggy back her up to the apartment." Hongjoong said, noticing your concern before you could even voice it.
"Really? She's not exactly a little kid anymore." You asked with uncertainty, you didn't want him injuring his back somehow.
"If I wasn't sure, I wouldn't have offered. Come." Hongjoong got out. You opened the door and unbuckled Haneul's seat belt. You carefully moved her onto Hongjoong's awaiting back.
"There we go." He stood up, making sure the support her bottom.
"Let's bring her up before coming to get the bags. You shouldn't be carrying all of them on your own." He said.
"Alright. I'll just take my small bag." You took your cabin bag. You tapped the access card on the lift panel to go up and put in the password on the door lock. Big Hit assured you that this apartment compelx had the best security, which was your main concern. You held the door open for Hongjoong to enter.
"This way?" He asked. You nodded, showing him Haneul's own room. Luckily, you had made sure that she had a bed upon arrival. You removed the vinyl covering and Hongjoong placed her down.
"Let's bring the bags up." You said to him. The both of you brought up all the bags in one trip.
"Just hold on a second. Let me get Haneul settled." You rushed back to Haneul's room to remove her jacket and shoes.
"Thanks again, Joong."
"Stop thanking me." Hongjoong laughed. You looked around the house, some furniture was set up as per your request. The moving boxes were neatly piled in a corner.
"I need to order some groceries to the house. Hopefully they will get here by morning." You rubbed your forehead while scrolling on your phone.
"Or we can go get some stuff in the morning." Hongjoong suggested, settling beside you on the couch. You let out a contemplative hum. You sighed and leaned against his shoulder, his hand coming up to pat your head.
"Wooyoung and Jongho would kill me when they wake up, knowing I came to pick you and Haneul without them." He chuckled.
"Ooh yeah, can't help you out of that one." You winced. Hongjoong pulled away to shoot you a glare.
"What? You know it's true. Wooyoung loves me and Haneul has Jongho wrapped around her little finger, the moment they are together, they're inseparable." You shrugged.
"I don't want to die. My vacation just started." Hongjoong groaned.
"You are more than welcome to crash here for the rest of the night." You patted his thigh.
"I may just take you up on that offer since I don't want to drive back. But what about you? Please don't tell me you're going to pull an all nighter and unpack." He raised an eyebrow.
"I'm going to shower first then unpack the necessities at least. It is going to take a while for Haneul and I to get over the time difference. Might as well use the time to be productive somehow." You stood up, going to your luggage to get the small soaps that you had packed with you. Hongjoong let out a defeated sigh.
"When do you start work?" Hongjoong asked with a yawn, turning to lay across the couch now that you were not sitting there.
"Two weeks? Need time to settle the moving stuff, Haneul's school and get over jetlag." You rubbed your eye as you sat in front of your luggage to get sleepwear out.
"Alright, I'm going to shower." You announced as you stood up. Hongjoong nodded and waved you off.
"Indi?" He called out. You turned around, blinking.
"Welcome home." He gave you a sleepy smile. You couldn't help the soft smile that formed.
"Feels good to be home, Joong. And call me (y/n)." You said softly and went into the bathroom. You were grateful Hongjoong was the first person you saw when you stepped off the plane.
Seeing Hongjoong made you feel more calm and collected, just having him around was comforting enough. Mingi didn't know you were coming home today though, you wanted to keep it a secret and surprise him later on.
When you came out, Hongjoong was fast asleep, snoring softly. You took the blanket you had in your suitcase and covered him with it.
"Now, let's unpack." You sighed softly, sitting in front of the luggages and boxes with the necessities you and Haneul would need before you could get to the other stuff.
"Luckily there's no dust." You noted, putting Haneul's clothes in her closet. You went over to her sleeping form.
"I love you." You kissed her head and slept beside her instead of your own bed.
By the time you woke up, you heard Haneul speaking to someone outside. It wasn't just Hongjoong's voice though. You poked your head out to see Haneul on Jongho's lap.
"You just can't resist her, can you?" You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. Jongho shrugged, focusing back on Haneul.
"Wooyoung hyung went to get food for all of us. Hongjoong hyung drove him. You can go back to sleep if you want, I got it covered here." Jongho informed, gesturing to Haneul busy drawing with him at the table. You nodded and yawned, waving to the two before collapsing back onto the bed.
"Indigo... Wake up..." You didn't feel like you slept long before Wooyoung was laying in bed with you, wrapping his arms around you to snuggle.
"Hi, Woo." You opened your eyes.
"Welcome home. I missed you." He smiled softly, holding your face to give you a big smooch on your cheek.
"I missed you too. All of you." You chuckled, draping your arms and legs over him just like he was your own bolster. You let out a tired sigh, eyes closing again.
"As much as I would love to cuddle, I told Hongjoong hyung I would get you up to get some food in you." Wooyoung chuckled.
"Alright, let's not get in trouble with Joong. Oh and Woo? Call me (y/n)." You pushed yourself up and got out of bed to wash up, leaving a stunned Wooyoung there. You heard him yell in the room.
"Unnie!" Haneul grinned from her spot on the couch. She jumped down and ran over to hug you.
"Hey, baby." You leaned down to hug her, patting her butt and kissing her head. She held your hand, following you to the bathroom. She stood at the door, waiting for you to brush your teeth, wash your hair and do your skincare.
"Are you tired, baby? It'll be a while for us to adjust back to Korean time." You chuckled, combing her hair after you combed her own. She shook her head.
"I'm not sleepy."
"Alright, alright." You patted her head. You knew she wasn't tired now but she will definitely feel it later.
"Let's go eat!" She pulled you along to the living room where the boys were sitting at the dining table already, with disposable cutlery since you haven't unpacked any kitchen stuff.
"Sorry for the mess of the house. And the lack of kitchen utensils." You apologised.
"You just came back this morning, it's completely understandable. No need to apologise." Jongho chuckled, pulling the chair out for Haneul to sit next to you. Wooyoung slid an iced coffee over to you. You took a sip and let out a blissful sigh of gratefulness. The coffee machine also wasn't set up yet.
"I got you some basic groceries. Not sure what you use specifically but we got the princess some yoghurt, milk, eggs, your iced coffee, etc." Wooyoung informed.
"You guys are life savers. Let me know how much it costs and I'll wire you back." You said, taking a portion of food for Haneul.
"No need. Take it as a welcome back gift. And don't argue with me." Wooyoung shook his head.
"What's your plan after this?" Hongjoong asked.
"I'm gonna see Mingi's mom. Then surprise Mings at the dorm." You replied, chewing your food. You leaned over to help Haneul wipe the sauce off her lip.
"Sleepover?!" Haneul's eyes brightened, looking over at you. You couldn't help but laugh at how excited she looked.
"We'll see." You said. You didn't want the boys, especially Jongho, to think that you were always leaving Haneul with them. At some point, you didn't want Haneul to think that you were never around too. So you would have to consider it.
When you were done, the boys helped you with clearing up. You were feeling a little stressed, knowing you still had to do the unpacking of the house.
"Why are you frowning?" Hongjoong came up behind you, massaging your shoulders as you were washing your hands in the kitchen sink.
"Moving is always stressful. Knowing how much more there is to be done is worrying." You sighed.
"I know me telling you not to stress won't really help. But seriously, count on us to help you with all this. You and Haneul can stay with any of us if you'd like." He comforted.
"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without any of you." You leaned against the counter.
"Suffer." Hongjoong teased, making you jab him in the ribs.
After a bit, you got yourself and Haneul ready before the boys dropped you off at Mingi's mother's apartment. You chewed on your bottom lip as you stood at the lip. You didn't know how much she knew about what happened. She would know that you and Mingi separated right?
"Unnie, are you okay?" Haneul looked up at you. She wanted to buy Mingi's mother a 'present' too so you prepared a little fruit basket for her to give. She was a lot more excited than you.
"I'm fine, baby. Don't worry." You smiled and pressed the lift to go up. The lady might yell at you and kick you out of her house.
She had every right to.
"We're here." You said, stopping before the door. Haneul put the basket down, tip toeing to press the doorbell. You gulped as you heard the door lock beep.
"Hello?" Mrs Song opened the door. She seemed to pause when you saw her. The first thing you did was bow deeply.
"Omonim, I-" She cut you off, pulling you into hug. You blinked in confusion, not really expecting her to hug you. Haneul giggled beside you.
"Let's talk inside." She pulled away, smiling at you softly. You nodded and let Haneul in. She removed her shoes before holding out the fruits basket out to Mingi's mother with the biggest grin ever. Mrs Song cooed and bent down.
"My name is Haneul." She introduced.
"Thank you, Haneulie. This is really sweet of you. I'm Mingi oppa's omma. You can call me omonim too." She received the basket and gave Haneul a hug.
"So this is the famous (y/n)." A deep male voice said. Your eyes widened as you saw an older man sitting on the couch.
"Mr Song, it's nice to meet you. I'm (y/n)." You bowed to Mingi's father. He was tall as well, features similar to Mingi's. He chuckled and stood up, moving to stand in front of you.
"It's nice to finally meet you too, (y/n). I can see why my son has fallen head over heels for you."
"Jagiya! Don't embarrass our son." Mrs Song hit her husband's shoulder.
"Just call me abonim, no need for Mr Song. It's too formal. We're family here." He shook his head. You nodded and bowed your head. You waved Haneul over to introduce herself to Mingi's father. She bowed formally before introducing herself. Just like everyone else, you could see the way he melted when Haneul spoke.
"(y/n)." Mrs Song called you over as Haneul was distracted by Mr Song. You went over to the kitchen. Seeing that it was finally the two of you, you finally did what you wanted to do.
"I'm so sorry for everything I, omonim. I don't deserve-"
"Stop." She cut you off. You squeezed your eyes, awaiting the lecture that was coming.
"(y/n)..." She called and you straightened up. You could see how she softened and reached out to hug you tightly. You wrapped your arms around her.
"It's not been easy, hasn't it?" She whispered.
"No... It has not..." Your bottom lip quivered as tears threatened to fall again. At that point, you knew that she knew what really happened.
"I hurt him so bad, omonim. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." You shook your head. She rubbed your back.
"(y/n), you went through a lot. I know you didn't intentionally hurt him. I don't blame you, abonim doesn't blame you. You went through a lot on your own and you had to be strong for Haneul. You didn't deserve to go through that." She pulled away, staring at you.
"You did it because you wanted to keep Mingi safe. You wanted to keep Haneul and Ateez safe. I understand." She rubbed your arm. You nodded your head.
"I'm just glad you and Mingi worked it out." Grabbing a tissue, she wiped your tears.
"I don't deserve his forgiveness, or any of yours."
"Let's not talk about who doesn't deserve what. Because Mingi would say he doesn't deserve such a selfless person like yourself. Every couple goes through hardships." She smiled softly.
"I'm glad Mingi didn't let you get away. I knew that you weren't the type to just break his heart and leave." She said.
"Thank you for everything." You hugged her again.
"Nothing to thank me for. Now, I have two daughters to care for." She giggled, looking over at how Haneul was now seated on Mingi's father's lap, animatedly telling him something. He had a fatherly smile on his face as he listened to her intently. You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you.
"So have you gone to see my pabo son yet?" Mrs Song asked as she moved to cut up the fruit that Haneul gave her.
"Hmm, not yet. He doesn't even know I'm back. I'm planning to surprise him later on at the dorm but I wanted to drop by here first. It's been too long." You said, leaning back against the counter.
"How was it? Living in America."
"It was interesting, I learnt a lot there in terms of work. Culture is different too. But nothing beats being at home." You shrugged.
"Oh yes, I forgot Mingi told me that you signed to a big company. But of course, home is still the best. Home is where your family is." She chuckled. You nodded in agreement.
"Alright, you two. Let's have some fruit." Mrs Song brought the cut fruit out to Mr Song and Haneul.
"Abonim." Haneul beamed and held out the pick with an pear slice at the end. Mr Song chuckled and leaned down to take a bite, patting Haneul's head. You grabbed an apple slice and handed it to Mrs Song, who was seated on the couch beside her husband.
"Is this what it's like having daughters?" Mr Song asked, staring at Haneul and you fondly.
"Right? I said the same thing when I first met (y/n)." Mrs Song giggled. You laughed, knowing Mingi and his brother would not be amused at their parents fawning over having daughters.
"I think I like having two daughters." Mr Song tapped his chin.
"Better not let your sons hear you say that." Mrs Song slapped his arm lightly.
"Please like you don't tell Mingi that you like (y/n) more." He rolled his eyes. The way they joked and interacted, you hoped that you could be like that with Mingi one day.
When the fruit was finished and you spent some time with Mingi's parents, you got ready to leave to Mingi, Seonghwa and San's shared dorm. You didn't want to go too late, especially with Mingi already having texted you a few times while you were at his parents' place. Haneul hugged the two.
"See you next time!" She giggled, hugging them tightly.
"Yes, you are welcome any time. Good girl. Be good to your unnie." Mrs Song chuckled, hugging her. She nodded her head and went to hug Mingi's father.
"Come back soon, alright?" He kissed her head and hugged her tightly. You melted, glad they got along well with her.
"Bring her back to me soon. And yourself too, (y/n)." Mr Song said, hugging you.
"I will, abonim. Thank you for having us and entertaining Haneul. Please take care." You chuckled. Then you moved on to Mingi's mother, who hugged you extra tight.
"Don't stay away for too long." She told you.
"I won't. Take care." You bid them goodbye with a final bow before leaving. With Haneul by your side, you called for a cab to take the two of you over to the dorm. During the drive, Haneul fell asleep. Poor thing, she was probably fighting the sleep for a long time.
When the cab pulled up to the dorm, you sent San and Seonghwa a message to let them know you were downstairs. You had to wake Haneul up.
"No..." She whined.
"I'm sorry, baby. You can sleep soon." You apologised, really feeling bad. You should have properly let her adjust to the time difference instead of drag her out with you the entire day.
"Hey." You greeted San and Seonghwa. Seonghwa hugged you while San helped a sleepy Haneul to his room.
"I missed you." Seonghwa hugged you tightly.
"I missed you too, Hwa." You relaxed in his arms, smiling. When San came back out after helping you settle Haneul into his bed, you hugged him too.
"Good to have you back, Indigo." He chuckled, stroking your head. You hummed in agreement. Seonghwa went to the kitchen to get you a drink. You received the glass of juice and took a sip, sitting on the couch with them for a while. San had informed you that Mingi was napping so he didn't come out to greet you.
"I shouldn't have dragged Haneul out. Poor girl, she's probably exhausted." You sighed.
"She'll adjust soon. Don't worry too much. She can sleep in my bed for as long as she needs." San smiled kindly.
"Thank you." You smiled. The way all the boys were just always ready to help you and Haneul melted your heart. They really treated you both like family.
"As much as I would like to catch up with you, this is the perfect time to surprise Mingi." Seonghwa said.
"Right. I hope he's still asleep." You put the glass down and stood up. San and Seonghwa watched in amusement.
"Good luck." San wished. You pressed your ear against Mingi's door to hear if he was awake. There was no sound of movement or Mingi's voice, which meant that he was still asleep.
You took a deep breath, it had been so long since you've seen Mingi physically that your heart was pounding. You slowly turned the door knob and crept in. Mingi was still sleeping, tucked under the blanket with his back to you. Getting in bed behind him, you hugged him.
"Ugh, San?" Mingi croaked out with a groan. San was known to go to the other members' rooms to cuddle so he must have assumed you were him.
"What time is it? Go back to your own bed and let me sleep..." He clicked his tongue.
"Fine. If that's what you want, I'll go." You chuckled. You felt Mingi's body freeze in your hold. His head whipped around and his eyes widening as he looked at your face.
"BABY?!" He sat up and looked at you as if he was dreaming, rubbing his eyes.
"What are you doing here?!" He asked.
"Surprising you." You laughed at his expression. Mingi's hands immediately came to cup your cheeks, pulling you to him so he could press his lips to yours.
"Wait, when did you come back? I'm confused, you didn't mention this to me at all when we texted or called. I'm not actually dreaming, am I?" He pulled you to his chest to hug you.
"You just kissed me and you're physically hugging me now, pabo. How can you still think you're dreaming? And I already said that it's a surprise, that's why I didn't tell you. I came back early this morning, Joong came to pick me up at the airport." You laughed. Mingi scratched his head, letting all this sink in.
"How long are you back for, baby?" He asked, fingers coming to weave through your hair as he held your cheek.
"Forever. I'm staying forever, Mings." You softened.
"Y-You are?" His voice shook, as if he couldn't believe what you were saying right now. You nodded with a hum, wrapping your arms around him as you sat in his lap.
"I missed you so much. Now I have you with me forever." He looked at you, pressing his forehead against yours.
"Yes, no more distance." You said softly.
"If you two are done with your reunion, could you come out, please?" Someone knocked on the bedroom door. You and Mingi looked at each other in confusion. You went to open the door.
"Welcome home, Indigo!" All the Ateez boys were there with Seonghwa holding a cake.
"Shhh, Haneul is sleeping." San reminded and Jongho nodded, looking at everyone threateningly. They wouldn't dare be loud now.
"Guys..." You softened, not expecting them to be the one to surprise you. You soon felt Mingi's presence behind you, he put his hands on your shoulders.
"Thank you for welcoming me home. It feels good to be back with all of you. And please, we're family, aren't we? Family calls me (y/n)." You looked at all of them. They all stared at you with soft smiles at the mention of your real name. You went over to greet Yeosang and Yunho with hugs since you haven't seen them.
"Good to have you back, (y/n)." Yunho whispered. You nodded and patted his back. With everything that happened, you're glad you and Yunho could come to an understanding and work things out.
"You've lost weight. Have you not been eating well?" Yeosang chided as he lifted you up.
"I have been, I promise!" You laughed, slapping his shoulder.
"Now that she's back, we'll make sure she's really eating well. We ordered a lot food to celebrate! So eat up." Hongjoong said. You giggled and nodded, about to follow behind the boys to where the food was.
"Mings?" You blinked when you felt him hold your wrist to stop you. You turned back to him, only for him to tug you to him, until you fell against his chest.
"Welcome home, baby. You're finally home where you belong." Mingi whispered. You melted, looking up at him before you hugged him back, your ear pressed to his chest to hear his heartbeat.
"I love you, Mings." You said.
"I love you too, my muse. I'm never letting you go again." He kissed the top of your head, holding you just a little tighter.
You couldn't agree more. Home was here, with Hanuel, Mr and Mrs Song, Ateez and Mingi. These people were your family, people you knew you could rely on and count on. And you wouldn't change it for anything in the world.
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queencrds · 15 days ago
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haneul didn't want to seem like she was prying but she'd seen the other's date disappear when he went to the bathroom . she wasn't going to say anything but he had addressed her as she sat down a new glass of water . " at least the third . " she wasn't one to lie . " but she was kind of odd anyway . " that much could be told by her weird order .
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' alright , come on then ... out with it —— what's the score ? that must be at least the fourth ( ? ) person you've seen me scare off , right ? ' / @queencrds liked for a starter , based on this plot !
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downbad4yoongi · 25 days ago
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Bound By Magic | Chapter Three
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🪄Pairing: Namjoon x Reader
🪄AU/Genre: E2L, Magical AU, smut
🪄WC: 11,698
🪄Warnings: smut, minor character death
A/N: This is for @lo1k-diamonds as a part of @bangtanwritershq Sweet Tricks and Wicked Treats exchange
After your tryst with Namjoon, you rejoined Momo and Yoongi to return and inform Haneul of your discovery. You staunchly refused to answer any of Momo’s probing questions as you trekked back toward town. You tried to evade Momo’s inquisition by maneuvering to walk beside Yoongi. Clearly, walking with Namjoon was out of the question, and you would just encourage Momo further. That move wasn’t any better. While silence stretched between the two of you, every now and again, you would catch Yoongi’s eye, and he did a terrible job of suppressing a knowing smirk.
You couldn’t suppress your relief when you finally reached Haneul’s doorstep. You acquiesced and let Namjoon lead the conversation, filling in the sage wizard on what happened while you were gone. Exhaustion dragged at your every muscle; your bones ached for your soft bed and hours of sleep.
As Haneul absorbed the information, his eyes flickered between Namjoon and you. You felt the weight of his ancient gaze upon you, a thoughtful expression etched onto his weathered face.
"This bond between you two is unprecedented," he mused, stroking his long, silver beard. "It may be the key to defeating Wooshik once and for all."
Namjoon's gaze met yours, a silent understanding passing between you. The air crackled with the memory of your shared passion, and you quickly looked away, heat rising to your cheeks.
Haneul cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to the matter at hand. "You must rest tonight. Tomorrow, we will devise a plan to confront Wooshik and safeguard the ancient relic."
With a nod, you turned to leave, eager to escape the suffocating tension that filled the room. As you stepped out into the cool night air, a hand grasped your wrist, sending a jolt of electricity through your body.
"Wait," Namjoon's deep voice resonated in the darkness. "About what happened earlier..."
You swallowed hard, your pulse quickening at his touch. "It was a mistake," you whispered, your words laced with uncertainty.
Namjoon's eyes bore into yours, the intensity of his gaze making your knees weak. "Was it?" he murmured, his thumb tracing circles on your skin.
You hesitated, torn between the desire to melt into his embrace and the need to maintain your facade of indifference. "We can't...we shouldn't..."
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Tell me you don't feel it, too," he challenged, his voice a seductive whisper.
Your resolve crumbled, and you surrendered to the magnetic pull between you. Your lips crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss, the world around you fading into oblivion.
Tomorrow, you would face Wooshik and the challenges that were waiting ahead. But tonight, in the shelter of Namjoon's arms, you allowed yourself to forget the impending danger and lose yourself in the fire of your forbidden passion.
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You burst into the dimly lit chamber, your heart pounding as you saw Namjoon, Yoongi, and Momo already gathered around the ancient stone table. The air crackled with urgency and barely contained power.
"We don't have much time," Namjoon said, his dragon-like eyes flashing in the candlelight. "Wooshik grows stronger by the hour. If we don't stop him from claiming the relic..."
He didn't need to finish the dire thought. You all knew what was at stake - the very fate of the magickal realm hung in the balance.
Momo slammed her fist on the table, rattling the ancient tomes. "Then what are we waiting for? I say we take the fight to him, hit him with everything we've got!"
Yoongi shook his head, a gravelly sigh escaping his lips. "Charging in recklessly will only get us killed. We need a plan." He looked at you and Namjoon. "One that uses your...unique connection."
Your eyes met Namjoon's, and an electric and exhilarating shiver raced down your spine. The bond that had formed between you, that inexplicable pull and understanding, was the key. You could feel it in your very bones.
"Yoongi's right," you said, voice low but resolute. "Namjoon and I will combine our magick to unleash our full potential. It's the only way."
Namjoon nodded, his stern lips curving into the barest hint of a smirk. "Then let's show Wooshik what happens when he tries to disrupt the balance of our world."
As one, you turned and strode from the room, robes swirling around you, ready to face the coming storm.
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The battle raged around you, a maelstrom of clashing magic and flying debris. Wooshik's acolytes swarmed like angry hornets, their dark spells sizzling through the charged air. But you and Namjoon moved as one, his broad frame shielding you as you wove your magic together, fire and ice, light and shadow.
You unleashed a devastating wave of power with a synchronized shout, sending Wooshik's minions flying. The enemy warlock stood at the center of the chaos, an oily sneer twisting his gaunt face as he gripped the ancient relic.
"Fools!" Wooshik cackled, his robes whipping in the unnatural wind. "You cannot stop me! The old ways will fall, and I shall reign supreme!"
Gritting your teeth, you reached deep within yourself, feeling your power and Namjoon's flooding through your veins, vibrant and all-consuming. Tendrils of your combined magick snaked out, seeking the relic. You could feel its ancient thrum, the weight of millennia pulsing in your mind.
Namjoon's hand found yours, fingers lacing together as your auras merged and intensified. As one, you breathed in, tapping into the infinite well of your imprinted souls.
"By the blood of our covens," Namjoon intoned, his voice ringing with command. "By the power of our bond, we banish you!"
A searing beam of blinding white light erupted from your joined hands, spearing through the tumult. Wooshik's eyes widened in disbelief a split second before the purging magick engulfed him.
The relic clattered to the stone floor as Wooshik's form disintegrated, his ashes scattering on the fading winds. Silence fell, broken only by your ragged breathing. You squeezed Namjoon's hand, almost dizzy with relief and exhilaration.
As the dust settled and the last remnants of Wooshik's power dissipated, you and Namjoon stood in the center of the chamber, panting and slightly dazed. The intense bond that had formed between you during your battle with the rogue witch still thrummed within your veins, connecting you in an exhilarating and terrifying way.
Momo and Yoongi emerged from the shadows, their expressions a mix of awe and relief. "You did it," Momo breathed, her eyes sparkling with pride. "You saved us all."
Yoongi nodded solemnly, his gaze flickering between you and Namjoon. "And it seems like you two have formed quite an unbreakable connection," he added with a slight smirk.
You blushed, feeling Namjoon's hand tighten around yours as he pulled you closer to his side. Together, you faced your friends and allies, ready to embrace whatever challenges lay ahead.
But first, there was something else that needed to be addressed.
"We must destroy this relic," Namjoon said firmly as he reached down to pick up the ancient object that had caused so much chaos and destruction.
Momo's brow furrowed as she stepped forward. "But why? It could be used for good now that Wooshik no longer possesses it."
"You don't understand," Namjoon replied gravely. "This relic is far too powerful for anyone to control. Wooshik's dark magic has tainted it and must be destroyed before it again falls into the wrong hands."
With a nod of understanding, Momo stepped back as Yoongi conjured a flame in his palm. Gently placing his hand on top of the relic, he watched solemnly as it crumbled into ash under his touch.
The air around you seemed to lighten as if a heavy burden had been lifted from your shoulders. You couldn't help but feel a sense of victory and relief.
As the ashes of the destroyed relic scattered on the cool breeze, you felt a profound sense of peace settle over you. It was as if the very fabric of the world had exhaled, released from the suffocating grip of Wooshik's dark ambitions.
Namjoon's hand remained firmly entwined with yours, his touch both grounding and electrifying. In the aftermath of the battle, the true depth of your bond was undeniable - a connection forged in the crucible of shared purpose and sacrifice.
Momo broke the contemplative silence with a whoop of joy, throwing her arms around Yoongi in an exuberant hug. "We did it! We actually did it!" Her laughter was infectious, dispelling the lingering shadows.
Even Yoongi cracked a rare grin, patting Momo's back as he met your gaze over her shoulder. "Looks like the magical realm owes you two a debt of gratitude. Your bond... it's going to change everything."
You glanced up at Namjoon, a shiver racing through you at the intensity in his dragon eyes. There was no going back now, no pretending that what had blossomed between you was anything less than fate-altering.
"We should get back to the covens," Namjoon said, his deep voice rumbling through you. "Share the news of our victory and..." He hesitated, thumb brushing over your knuckles. "...and figure out what comes next for us."
Us. The word hung in the air, heavy with promise and uncertainty. You knew in your bones that your path was now inextricably linked with Namjoon's, but navigating this uncharted territory would be its own kind of journey.
With a resolute nod, you followed your friends out of the chamber, stepping into the light of a new day. The world had shifted on its axis, but with Namjoon by your side, you were ready to embrace whatever challenges and wonders the future held.
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The return to the covens was a whirlwind of celebration and change. News of Wooshik's defeat spread like wildfire, and suddenly, you and Namjoon were hailed as the saviors of the magical realm. Witches and warlocks who had once viewed your bond with suspicion now looked upon you with awe and reverence.
Amidst the chaos, stolen moments with Namjoon became your anchor. A brush of hands as you passed in the hall, a heated glance across a crowded room, whispered words in shadowed alcoves - each interaction only served to deepen the simmering tension between you.
Late one night, you found yourself wandering the quiet streets of the town, lost in thought. The moon hung heavy and full above you, casting everything in an otherworldly glow.
"Couldn't sleep either?" Namjoon's voice came from behind you, sending a delicious shiver down your spine. You turned to face him, heart already racing at the sight of his tall, imposing figure.
"Too much on my mind," you replied softly, gaze locking with his. The air between you crackled with unspoken desire, the force of your bond almost tangible in the moonlight.
Namjoon closed the distance between you in two long strides, his hands cradling your face. "I know exactly what you mean," he murmured, his breath ghosting over your lips.
And then he was kissing you, deep and desperate, as if he could pour every ounce of longing into the press of his mouth against yours. You melted into him, fingers tangling in the silky strands of his hair, losing yourself in the intoxicating taste and feel of him.
When you finally broke apart, chests heaving, Namjoon rested his forehead against yours. "I don't want to fight this anymore," he confessed, voice raw with emotion. "What we have... it's once in a lifetime. Fated."
You nodded, tears pricking at your eyes. "I feel it, too. This connection is like nothing I've ever known. Terrifying and exhilarating all at once."
Namjoon brushed a thumb over your cheekbone, wiping away an errant tear. "Then let's embrace it fully and without fear. Together, we can face anything."
As he pulled you into another searing kiss, the future stretched out before you, ripe with possibility. Your bond had already reshaped the world once - there was no telling what wonders it would bring next. But with Namjoon by your side, you were ready for anything.
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The magical realm slowly began to heal in the wake of Wooshik's defeat. Under the guidance of you and Namjoon, the once divided covens learned to work together, pooling knowledge and resources for the betterment of all.
Your love story became something of a legend, whispered around campfires and written in the margins of ancient tomes. The tale of two former rivals, bound by a connection that transcended the very fabric of magic itself - was an inspiration to a world still finding its way in the aftermath of darkness.
As the seasons turned and life settled into a new rhythm, you found yourself walking hand in hand with Namjoon through the bustling streets of the capitol. Vendors hawked their wares, and children darted between the stalls, their laughter ringing like bells. The air hummed with a sense of renewed vitality and hope.
Namjoon's fingers tightened around yours as he pulled you to a stop in front of a quaint, unassuming shop. "I have something for you," he said, a mysterious smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Curiosity piqued, and you followed him inside, blinking as your eyes adjusted to the dim interior. The space was cluttered with all manner of magical oddities - glimmering crystal orbs, dusty tomes bound in cracked leather, and bundles of herbs that filled the air with a pungent, earthy scent. Namjoon led you through the maze of shelves, his broad shoulders brushing against the precariously stacked items.
At the very back of the shop, he stopped in front of a small, ornate chest. With a whispered word and a flash of magick, the lock clicked open, revealing a pair of intricately carved bracelets nestled on a bed of rich blue velvet.
"These were crafted by the first witches to form a soul bond," Namjoon explained, lifting one of the bracelets from the chest. The metal seemed to pulse with an inner light, ancient runes etched along its surface. "Legend says they amplify the connection between bonded pairs, allowing them to draw on each other's strength in times of need."
He took your hand, thumb brushing over your racing pulse before slipping the bracelet onto your wrist. It settled against your skin with a pleasant warmth, the runes glowing softly as they attuned to your energy.
Namjoon donned the matching bracelet, and a shiver ran through you as you felt your bond with him deepen and expand. It was as if a hidden door had been thrown open, flooding you with the full force of his emotions—love, desire, and devotion, all swirling together in a heady rush.
"I wanted you to have a tangible reminder of what we share," Namjoon murmured, drawing you into his arms. "No matter what challenges we face, we'll always have each other."
Blinking back tears, you surged up on your toes to capture his lips in a searing kiss. The bracelets hummed with power as your magicks intertwined, a physical manifestation of the unbreakable bond you had forged.
As you lost yourself in Namjoon's embrace, the rest of the world faded away. Here, in this moment, nothing else mattered but the love that burned between you - a love that had reshaped the very fabric of the magickal realm.
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Years passed, and the legend of your bond with Namjoon only grew. Young witches looked to your story for inspiration, a shining example of the power of unity and love in the face of darkness.
You stood side by side with Namjoon, watching as a new generation of magick users trained in the grand halls of your shared coven. Pride swelled in your chest as you saw them work together seamlessly, the old rivalries and divisions nothing more than a distant memory.
Namjoon's hand found yours, fingers lacing together with the ease of long practice. The bracelets that symbolized your soul bond glinted in the sunlight streaming through the high windows, a constant reminder of the unbreakable connection you shared.
"Look at what we've built," Namjoon murmured, his voice rich with emotion. "A world united by love and magick. I never could have imagined this when we first met all those years ago."
You leaned into his side, resting your head against his broad shoulder. "We've come so far," you agreed softly. "And to think, it all started with a rivalry and a forbidden attraction."
Namjoon chuckled, the sound rumbling through you like distant thunder. "Fate works in mysterious ways. Who would have thought the key to saving the magickal realm was a bond between two stubborn, headstrong witches?"
"Momo always said our bickering was just unresolved sexual tension," you teased, grinning up at him.
He arched a brow, eyes glinting with mischief. "Well, she wasn't entirely wrong, now was she?" His free hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "I seem to recall a certain tryst in the forest that changed everything..."
Heat bloomed under your skin at the memory, desire coiling low in your belly. Even after all this time, Namjoon's touch still set you alight, your soul bond only amplifying the intensity of your passion.
"Perhaps we should take a trip down memory lane," you suggested, voice dropping to a seductive purr. "Relive some of our more...memorable moments."
Namjoon's eyes darkened, his grip on your hand tightening. "I like the way you think, my love."
With a wicked grin, you tugged him away from the training grounds, your footsteps echoing through the ancient halls of your coven. The weight of your shared history hung in the air, a tapestry woven from threads of rivalry, forbidden desire, and world-altering love.
As you pulled Namjoon into your private chambers, the door closing behind you with a resounding thud, you knew that your story was far from over. Together, you would continue to shape the future of the magickal realm, your bond a guiding light for generations to come.
But for now, in the sanctuary of your room, there was only the two of you - two souls entwined by the hand of fate, lost in the fire of a love that would echo through the ages.
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