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superkooku · 2 days ago

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Just saw this reblog and I'd like to clarify stuff about my opinions (respectfully of course).

I don't ask anyone casually liking Greek mythology to read every single poem or play and source. Even I myself didn't do that yet. I understand that modern media is more accessible and this style of prose can get tedious (but I still love the stories and content ofc). The plays are easier to read.

Again, I like Epic, I like Disney's Hercules, I like Hades. Are they perfectly accurate? Nope. But I still enjoyed them. So of course adapting mythology and changing stuff around isn't inherently wrong or anything. There still needs to be care, effort and respect for the original source and the new story.

The concept of making character-driven stories out of myths is also a very good idea. Expanding on the lore is also an awesome concept. Going off the rails and making a completely new world inspired by familiar themes is also neat. I like all of those directions.

BUT my problem comes when people confuse modernized versions with ancient legends and the found their judgment of these figures on adaptations. That's what I meant with misinformation. When people mix headcannons with what actual sources state (I almost always find the ancient version more nuanced than most modern takes on mythology, like the ones I listed in my original reblog).

Or when the changes are so big that the main story is unrecognizable, the core themes are absent, the story is taken out of it's culture.

And when some adaptations replace the interesting themes of the original story to put cliche YA tropes instead because "it sells more", now I'm complaining.

These adaptations, even those I don't like, have the right to exist. People have the right to like them. But I also have the right to criticize the aspects that don't fit my personal standard and expecting more in-depth work.

Again, simple fun stuff is cool but if someone wants to apply a deep moral theme or feminism, then I want it to be done correctly and respectfully.

I agree with you on certain points, like letting people enjoy adaptations as a starting point, the beautiful aspect of retelling known stories to not let them die, different versions being as legitimate (though the ancient sources ≠ modern media and we need to make that clear).

Also yeah, if these adaptations didn't use the names of the myths, then I would only criticize them for their own worth and not for the research.

Since that subject seems to piss you off a bit, I hope I didn't come off as too condescending. I'm just some goober on the net expressing my opinion and my want to represent mythology more accurately. But yeah, interpretation isn't evil.

Have a good day.

Greek mythology has evolved over the course of hundreds of years, and with all those… retellings now, it’s gotten me thinking about just how many people have been spreading false details of myths through word of mouth to the point of becoming the most common interpretation, when if you were to look back in history, a great number of them were only recently made up, barely a a few centuries prior. Example of this is King Midas and his turning his daughter into a gold statue. I remember this part having been included all throughout my childhood, only to find out it was never part of the original myth but a recent addition in a book from 1852. (suddenly, the daughter being aptly named “Marigold” makes a lot more sense.) My ask is: which commonly told misconception of this type regarding any Greek myth is most infuriating to you and why?

oh my god misinformation can be INFURIATING smh

Let's start off with the Apollo misinformation.

"He raped Persephone/is a serial rapist!"

First of all, no he did not. LO, toss yourself into an eternal blaze and incinerate.

and secondly- he's not a serial rapist. There's only two accounts of rape, specifically Dryope and Creusa, but that depends on interpretation and the source so if you want to discard it, you can. No one can tell you you can't.

"UwU Apollo's love life is terrible!"

do i even need to say anything?

"Athena hates women!"

hell to the fuck no. the evidence people use for this is the Medusa Myth: Ovid's Version, and CONVIENTLY IGNORE THE ONES WHERE SHE HELPS WOMEN ESCAPE BEING RAPED!! AND THAT OVID IS THE ONLY ONE WHO DOES THIS!!

Even with the ones where she punishes the victim, the older versions do not have that! She made Nicymene her eternal owl companion, for heaven's sake!

"Hermes/Dionysus/Hephaestus is the only unproblematic god! UwU"

uh... *waves Leuconoe/Choine/Philonis around* no matter which version you go with, Hermes/Mercury does rape her...

...and in the Dionysica Dionysus rapes like two women...

...and Hephaestus tried to rape Athena... (oh wow, would you look at that...it's like Athena would have *gasp* sympathy for assault survivors...)

...See the double standards? :/ Ignores Roman/late Greek literature when it's convenient, and then exaggerates it to suit their own needs.

"Demeter is a terrible mom!"

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NO ONE DISRESPECTS THE QUEEN

"Hades only kidnapped Persephone because Zeus told him too!"

Hades is his own man and wasn't being held at gunpoint to abduct her. He did so on his own merits. From a literal perspective, what was stopping him from just. you know. talking to her. kidnapping was not necessary.

(yes, yes, i know about the symbolic perspective, hence my use of 'literal'.)

"But Hades and Persephone are the only ones who don't cheat!!"

uh, nope. Hi Adonis, Minthe, how're you doing?

"But Adonis was more of a son to Persephone!!"

uh, NO. Even the ancients saw them as a couple!!

"Artemis is a girlboss who hates her brother!"

*kicks open door* OUT!

"Orion's the only man Artemis ever loved!"

how dare you disrespect my boy in this way Apollo was the first man she ever loved and no one will be able to replace him how dare you-

-and how dare you disrespect Hippolytus in this way he did not die in the name of all aroace people to be disrespected like this smh

"Zeus's only quality is how he fucks around!"

look, I've joked about this before but I know that's not all there is too him and that it has a symbolic representation.

Sure would be nice if people focused on that more :)

also anything that villainizes Aphrodite or Hera. god forbid women do anything.

"Clytemnestra is a girlboss who did no wrong!"

OH MY GOD THE DOUBLE STANDARDS.

funny how people fawn over Cassandra one moment and then COMPLETELY FORGET HER EXISTENCE to becry the woman who murdered her!

AND ALSO GO OUT OF THEIR WAY TO HATE APOLLO FOR CURSING HER WHEN THEIR STORY IS LITERAL ABOUT A WOMAN'S AUTONOMY BEING RESPECTED!!

AND GUESS WHAT!! APOLLO AVENGES HER DEATH!!

anything that is "UwU Achilles!" omg i am sick of it.

that bitch had everything coming. he deserved everything he got. Tenes, Troilus, and Hemithea did NOT deserve what he did to them! APOLLO AND PARIS HAD EVERY RIGHT TO TAKE HIM DOWN!

i'm probably forgetting some but here's the one that popped into my head :)

#again let people enjoy adaptations but let others criticize #judge the product not the fans #greek mythology #greek myth discussion #rant

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olvxva · 22 hours ago

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unspoken flames | joost klein x f!reader

part II

✦ wc: 2.7 k

✦ warnings: angst, friends to not really lovers, smoking, mentions of drinking, rpf

✦ an: got a request about friends to lovers, but ofc i had to make this as angsty as possible hehe. i'm thinking about writing a second part so let me know if i should do it ;)

pushing your way through the crowd, you dreamed of nothing more than getting outside as quickly as possible. chaos surrounded you from all sides – the intense smell of sweat and alcohol mingled with the pounding bass of music that seemed to seep into your very bones. the lights cast surreal shadows on sweaty faces, adding to the overwhelming atmosphere. every step was a challenge, and every accidental brush with another body only heightened your urge to escape.

your gaze darted desperately until you finally spotted the much-desired metal door. its surface gleamed under the club's flashing lights. you fixed your full attention on it, ignoring everything else around you. with all your strength, you pushed it open, as if that single motion held the promise of freedom.

outside, everything felt different. the cold night wind wrapped around your overheated skin, soothing its burning sensation. the air smelled of dampness and the city, each breath filling you with a sense of renewed energy. you closed your eyes for a moment, leaning your back against the rough concrete wall. its cool surface seeped through the thin fabric of your clothing.

the wind played with your hair, lifting it gently, and you felt as though time had slowed. the chaos that had surrounded you moments ago now seemed like an unreal memory. the music still echoed in your ears, but it was muffled and distant. at last, you felt the tension go away, replaced by a calmness that filled every corner of your body.

you reached into your bag, feeling an abrupt need to deliver nicotine to your brain, desperate for relief. your fingers plunged into its depths, brushing against everything except what you were searching for.

“shit” you muttered under your breath, rummaging further into the abyss of your small, red bag. its contents seemed infinite, as if all the frustration built up in your body had found an outlet in this attempt to locate a cigarette. finally, your fingers brushed against the cool, metallic shape of your lighter, and soon after, you found the familiar pack of cigarettes.

you pulled a cigarette from the pack and placed it between your lips, the red lipstick marking the tip. your fingers trembled slightly as you brought the lighter closer to your face, focusing on the spark wheel. but instead of the expected flame, you only heard the dry click of it failing.

"are you kidding me?" you whispered desperately, trying to ignite a tiny flame, as if your determination could somehow bring that damn lighter back to life.

"really? right now?"

the wind toyed with the unlit cigarette in your mouth, and you began to wonder whether you should go back inside for a new lighter or just give up entirely.

you lifted your gaze, hoping someone might rescue you from this unfortunate situation. turning your head to the right, you heard voices and laughter coming from that direction. without thinking too much, you adjusted your coat on your shoulders, trying to look more composed than you felt, and headed toward them.

"uhm, hey, sorry to bother you…" you cleared your throat uncertainly as you approached.

three pairs of eyes immediately turned toward you, one pair in particular catching your attention. his eyes, shining in the streetlight, held something hypnotic that threw you off balance for a moment.

"i just wanted to ask if you might have a lighter to borrow?" you replied with a slightly tipsy smile, trying to mask your shyness. you noticed the corner of his lips lift in a nearly imperceptible grin before he reached into his pocket.

"anything for a beautiful lady" said the blonde, handing you the small metal object that gleamed in the lamplight.

you twirled the lighter in your fingers, examining its smooth surface as if you wanted to memorize this small but saving gesture. you looked up at the blonde and flashed him the widest smile you could manage at that moment.

"thank you" you said, your voice carrying sincere gratitude.

the blonde returned your smile, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

"no problem. if I can help in a crisis, why not?" he joked, and the rest of the group smiled in amusement as well.

you pressed the lighter to your cigarette, finally letting the small flame catch the end. you inhaled deeply, feeling the nicotine spread through your body. as you exhaled the smoke, you glanced at the blonde once more.

"you’re saving my life," you said half-jokingly, fully aware of how ironic it sounded.

and that’s how you met Joost. something in the air changed that evening, and from that moment on, everything was different. you weren’t sure if it was his warm smile or the effortless jokes he threw around, but something made you feel different. anyway, whatever began that night, on the cold sidewalk outside the club, was bound to develop into the most wonderful friendship you had ever experienced.

it didn’t take long for you to get to know his friends and each one of them loved you as much as you loved them. you felt like you had fallen into a big, loving family you never knew you were missing, though you never admitted it. they were there when you needed support – whether during a wild night full of laughter and alcohol, or in quiet conversations at three in the morning, when the world seemed heavier than usual.

still, it was joost who was the first thought that crossed your mind when you opened your eyes every morning, and the one who lingered in your thoughts as you drifted to sleep. your friendship was perfectly normal, at least on the surface. conversations flowed effortlessly, from casual jokes to deep discussions that lasted for hours. he was someone who knew how to make you forget everything that weighed you down. he could listen when words failed you.

there was nothing extraordinary about you two, yet you felt that every little gesture – the way he’d fix your hair after you made a joke too stupid not to laugh at, or how he could read the exhaustion in your voice before you even mentioned it – meant more than you were willing to admit.

in his presence, the world became simpler. sometimes it felt like you could tell him everything, and other times, silence was enough because you understood each other without words. at some point, he became a constant in your life, a part of your everyday routine.

that’s why, when you saw him that evening, talking to some girl at the bar, something inside you froze. his smile – the same one you knew so well – was directed only at her. you felt a kind of tightness in your stomach, somewhere between irritation and sadness, something you couldn’t name. your heart started to beat faster, and every second of watching them seemed like unnecessary cruelty.

“damn it” you muttered under your breath, turning away, but the image of the two of them had already burned itself into your memory.

for a moment, you tried to rationalize – after all, nothing had ever happened between you, right? just friendship, only friendship. that was how it was meant to be, how it should be. but the tightness in your stomach, the pang you felt each time he glanced toward someone else, told a completely different story.

you knew you were screwed. it wasn’t that you wanted something to change. it was the unwanted, painful realization that Joost had never been "just a friend" to you.

you returned to the group of your mutual friends, still trying to suppress the emotions that clouded your mind. your face felt as pale as a wall. not looking ahead, you bumped into Apson. he looked at you with slight concern, raising an eyebrow in worry, though his lips still wore a gentle smile.

“hey, y/n, where are you rushing off to? everything okay? you look like you've seen a ghost” he joked, trying to ease the tension that was clearly hanging in the air.

“i'm fine” you quickly replied, trying to sound convincing, though even to yourself, you sounded weak “i think i’m just feeling a little off.”

his eyes narrowed slightly, as if trying to read something more from your face, but before he could say anything, you already looked away, ready to leave. everything inside you was screaming for escape – from this place, these people, and most of all, from the thought that had started to take root in your mind that evening.

you grabbed your coat and, throwing a quick “bye, everyone” over your shoulder, left the club. deep down, you were thankful Joost hadn’t been part of all this. you wouldn’t have been able to look him in the eye that evening.

his smile, which had always made you feel good, now seemed like something you couldn’t bear. besides, what were you supposed to say to him? “you know, Joost, i think i’m starting to feel something for you, but i don’t know what to do about it”? it would be ridiculous. instead, you’d rather just disappear, give yourself a moment to calm down, to understand what exactly had just happened. for now, you didn’t want to think about what awaited you when you’d see him again.

lost in deep thought, you didn’t even notice when you found yourself at the door to your apartment. you turned the key with trembling hands, eager to get inside as quickly as possible. you shut the door behind you, and the tension in your body eased slightly, though the unease still clung to you. you needed nothing more right now than a shower and some sleep. you tossed your coat onto the chair, slipped off your shoes, and thought of nothing but a brief escape from your thoughts.

you stepped under the stream of hot water, feeling the tension finally start to ease. yet, despite everything, deep in your mind, you could still hear his laughter, see her gaze. you felt like you had come to a standstill, trapped in a circle that you yourself had created.

for a moment, you closed your eyes, trying to escape it all, but something inside told you that the night wasn’t over yet. the feeling of unease crushed you from the inside.

you stepped out of the warm shower, feeling a little better. your body craved sleep more than ever before. dressed in the first t-shirt and sweatpants you found, you looked more like a shadow of yourself than someone ready for bed. hurriedly, you entered your bedroom, closing the door behind you. your body was ready to forget about everything, even if just for a while.

you lay down on the bed, closing your eyes and immediately feeling the weight of your eyelids. it seemed that sleep would finally be your escape. suddenly, amidst the silence, a loud sound of the doorbell rang out.

you paused for a moment, as if the sound had pulled you out of your stupor. your heart began to race, and an unsettling thought crossed your mind – someone unexpectedly appeared at this hour. you slowly got out of bed, feeling every part of your body begging for rest, but you knew you had to check who it was.

before you could make it to the hallway, the sound repeated, louder, more insistent. only one person came to mind who could possibly show up at this hour. you cautiously opened the door, and before you could react, the tall blond with a mustache barged into your apartment. you closed the door behind him and turned toward the living room, where he now stood. he looked at you, his face tense. he was angry, very angry.

"it's nice to see you too" you blurted out suddenly, fed up with the strange tension hanging in the air. this was not how you wanted to spend your night.

"what the hell, y/n, what's going on with you?" he replied after a moment. his voice was full of frustration, and his eyes held not just anger, but fear "you walk out of the club without a word, don't answer your phone. i thought something happened to you, damn it!"

his words hit you like a cold shower and the mix of anger and fear made you feel like you were guilty of something you didn't fully understand yet. you paused, trying to calm down, but you couldn't explain why you had disappeared so suddenly. and you had really forgotten to charge the damn phone right when you got back.

"sorry," you muttered softly, though it didn't sound like a real apology "i just… needed to get away."

you couldn't tell him everything. you couldn't reveal your feelings, because you were afraid it would ruin everything. you couldn't lose him.

"you needed to get away?" Joost almost shouted "from what exactly, that you had to disappear without anyone knowing where you were?"

his voice echoed in your apartment, and you felt the tension inside you grow. Joost's words were like blades, hitting straight at your heart. you knew he was right, that you had run away without explaining, but you couldn’t find the right words to explain why. how could you tell him that seeing him with that girl made you want to disappear?

"Joost, i…" you started, but your voice cracked. you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself "i just… felt stuffy. i needed some air."

his gaze became even more intense. there was something in it that made you want to both hide from him and scream everything that had been weighing on your heart.

"stuffy? really, y/n? you think i’m going to believe it’s just about some damn need for air? i’ve known you long enough to know when something’s off!"

you didn’t know how to respond. the truth hung on the tip of your tongue, ready to spill out, but you held it back at the last moment. could you risk everything you had by telling him what was really going on?

"Joost, drop it. it doesn't matter. as you can see, i'm alive, i'm fine, and i just want to go to bed already" you replied evasively.

he looked at you with raised eyebrows. he wasn’t buying your words. in his eyes, there was still a mixture of frustration and concern that made you feel even more trapped.

"don’t try to feed me such bullshit" he said in a lowered voice, but his tone didn't lose any of its intensity "i know you better, y/n. i’m not an idiot. something’s wrong, and you’re pushing me away as if that’s going to change anything."

you opened your mouth to say something, but no words came. Joost stood in front of you, still looking at you with determination, making you feel like you were backed into a corner.

"i’m not letting go" he added, taking a step toward you "so either you tell me what's going on, or i’ll stand here all night."

"great, well, i wish you a good night then" you threw back, wanting to end this conversation before it completely got out of control. you tried to walk past him toward the bedroom, but Joost was faster.

he grabbed your arm, turning you toward him. his gaze drilled into you, intense and full of emotions that seemed too complicated to read.

"we're not done" he said quietly but firmly "you can’t just brush me off like that. not after you left me in the club without a word."

he was so close now that you felt all the emotions you'd been suppressing throughout the evening rise to the surface with double the force.

"Joost…" you began, but he quickly interrupted you.

"i want to know. why did you run away? what happened?" his voice was no longer angry, but rather full of desperation, which gripped you harder than his hand on your shoulder.

Joost looked at you, and his words echoed in your mind like a mantra. there was something in them that broke down all the walls you had so carefully built. feeling like you couldn’t run away anymore, you gathered the courage to look him straight in the eye.

"why?!" you asked almost screaming "what would you do if i told you i couldn’t stay there because… because seeing you with her, at that damn bar, made me want to disappear?!"

his face froze, and his hand slowly lowered from your shoulder, as if each of your words pierced him deeper than he could have predicted. the room fell silent, but in your head, it was loud.

"what do you mean by that?" he asked finally, his voice a shadow of the anger he had earlier, replaced now by something more delicate, more fragile.

you took a deep breath, feeling like there was no turning back.

"that seeing you…" you started, but your words broke "seeing you with someone else makes me feel like someone is ripping my heart out. because, damn it, Joost, i think about you every day, every night, and what i saw today just made me realize i'm alone in all of this!"

the air between you thickened to the point where you felt like you could barely breathe. Joost stood still, and his eyes were filled with something that made you regret your words for a moment. at the same time, you knew you had to say it, even if it meant everything might change.

Joost looked at you with such an expression that for a moment, you hoped what you said would change something. but then his lips twitched, and a mix of regret and uncertainty appeared in his eyes, effectively crushing that hope.

"y/n…" he started, his voice soft, almost breaking. "i- i don't know what to say."

he took a step back, as if he needed space, and his hand rubbed the back of his neck in a nervous gesture.

"you’re one of the most important people in my life," he continued, each word feeling like another sting "but… i just don’t see us that way..."

those words pierced you like a knife. you felt your heart contract with pain, and the world around you seemed to blur.

"i don’t want to lose you" he added quickly, as if afraid that every glance from you meant the end of your relationship "but what you feel… i can’t give you that."

you didn’t know what to say. every word seemed inadequate and the silence between you was heavier than anything you’d ever experienced.

"i’m sorry..." he said finally, his voice trembling, but he couldn’t look you in the eye.

and before you could speak, before you could react in any way, Joost turned and left, closing the door behind him. you were left alone in your apartment, surrounded by a silence that sounded louder than any sound.

#joost klein x reader #joost klein x y/n #joost klein x you #joost klein angst #joost klein #joost

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minteagalaxea · 12 hours ago

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steep (xxviii reasons) | r.r

roman and quynh . formerly john and quynh

genre: angst . smut (minors do not interact) content warnings: face-sitting . praise kink . (mild) sir kink . nb character (afab) . multiple orgasms . mentions of belly bulge . overstimulation . voyeurism . semi-public sex . (unintentional) exhibitionism . implied age gap (quynh is in their late twenties) word count: 3.4k inspiration: roman reigns' several barbs at john cena in his promos, and comparing him to "missionary position every single night" . my obsession with boba tea songs: 28 reasons by seulgi (slowed and reverb) (x) . woo by rihanna (slowed and reverb) (x) note: thank you so much to @lov3rla03 for encouraging and motivating me to write this one! it's something new to try and write for me, so i hope y'all like it!

when people asked john how he was able to remain civil with quynh after the dissolution of their relationship, he said that it was due to distance. an answer so asinine in its banality, even if it was the truth.

he traveled more, despite both of them working in the same company. long distance was fine initially, yet he could sense their unease as the tides shifted for them both. hollywood was bright in its own way, and he enjoyed the security of stability, and it meant having a cleaner style. he knew they weren’t the largest fan of it, yet quynh supported it until they couldn’t, much like the brunt of their relationship. he understood, and he let them go.

it wasn’t inherently awkward working with them now, though. if anything, john enjoyed their unnerving interview questions and unorthodox fashion when he saw them walk around backstage, and the way their makeup glowed against their complexion underneath the stadium lights on the nights they did commentary, their banter effortless riffing against corey and wade. he was content that they were blossoming, but that sweetness grew bitter at the recognition that they had to separate for quynh to grow into themselves. that bitterness only strengthened at the recognition that quynh’s metamorphosis garnered attention from others on the roster, much like a tea steeped for too long.

and, much like an oversteeped tea, with its tannins contributing to sucking the moisture out of the mouth, john resented the way those men on the roster gawked too long at them. really, john disliked the attention quynh received from one man in particular.

john had known from the start that quynh had no tolerance for mediocrity—not from others, and certainly not from themselves. they always had a thing for people with ambition, and the reality was, the most ambitious man in the company now wasn’t him—it was roman reigns. specifically, roman reigns now that he was the tribal chief.

and quynh was considerably more interested in roman in ways that they never were with john.

to be fair, john wasn’t entirely blind. it was relatively well-known that quynh had a unique ability to somehow get roman over, all attributed to the sheer amount of chemistry they shared, even if neither of them acted on anything given quynh was still with john nominally. roman’s heel-turn only seemed to amplify that preexisting dynamic, and while john admired the ruthlessness in the man now, he wasn’t sure how he felt about the new mutation of quynh and roman’s relationship, especially as it began to translate into their dynamic outside of the ring.

maybe that was the downside of having a relationship that ended as cordially as it began, john considered. with the fissures in their relationship a factor of distance more than genuine disdain or an affair. quynh never blocked him on social media, so he saw the little bits of their life they had built—tattoo appointments with roman there to hold their hand (even if they never needed it with their pain tolerance being the way it was), trips to cafés or boba shops, adventures at the beach. it was a youthful, vivacious life, one reflective of their age and the luxuries of traveling with a superstar. quynh smiled brighter in a way that they didn’t, because roman could be a dick on the best of days, and an absolute monster on the worst, but he was present.

it was a life they already built when he was away, when they were still together. the life he couldn’t fit back into after distance shaped them both.

and roman knew exactly how to push john’s buttons later on. summerslam was right around the corner, and he thought he was over it. over quynh, in a lot of ways that had him returning to that accursed tea metaphor, all because quynh loved their tea.

“twenty-plus years of missionary might have been good enough for you…but it wasn’t good enough for quynh.”

john loathed how those words lingered in his brain long after their war of words. and he despised how he couldn’t help but look at them after roman said that, surprised at the audacity for bringing up his previous relationship. and quynh merely raised an eyebrow as they sipped their tea, their wide eyes amused with their sage color contact lenses. quynh never had to say a word to throw anyone off their axis, and that artificial eye color only accentuated that skill. he wasn’t sure how they didn’t mind their relationship being exposed to the world, given their fair gap in age. not that it mattered now that they were in a relationship with a man slightly closer to their age, even if they never decided to publicize it. john thought anyone with two functioning eyes could see it, but he was probably too close to the situation.

yet, that was the thing, wasn’t it? john was too close to it. the nebulous nature of roman and quynh’s relationship allowed them to twist the wwe universe to their benefit. and it was an amazing way to generate investment. it didn’t matter what they were outside of this. everyone wanted to know what they were, and it was the greatest tease in the world.

and only one of the two of them had to take their clothes off to prove that point.

the worst thing about that barb was that john kept thinking about it throughout summerslam, and it didn’t help that any time he turned over, he saw quynh twirling their pen with their almond-shaped nails with a casual smirk as they commentated, blisteringly neutral about both men. and while that kept placing dents in john’s ego, it only seemed to make roman work harder. as if he was doing every single thing humanly possible to get quynh’s praise—praise that was damn-near impossible to receive from them.

roman earned it when he won, where quynh said that he did what he had to to beat john, and the man with the biggest ego in the wwe had the audacity to appear flustered, his eyes smoldering on theirs as they glanced at him with their body turned to their commentator team, corey and wade obviously making them laugh. john wondered why he couldn’t stop watching them.

and then he ran into them in roman’s locker room.

if there was one thing he remembered about quynh, it was that they were quiet in all aspects of their life, but especially in bed. roman, however, was pulling sounds out of them that john didn’t think was possible. soft mewls and cries tumbled past their lips as he had them on his face.

“ro, please,” they begged, voice mellifluous and luring both men in as if they were a siren, sounding sweeter than their boba teas. john could see the intricate marks of their tattoos along their skin as roman’s hands gripped their ass, moving them along as he devoured them with purpose. quynh’s body trembled, sinewy and serpentine as their tattoos, inked masterpieces of flowers, moved against their curvature like it was wearing them, rather than the inverse.

“fuck, baby, you taste sweet,” the other man growled, and john hated it. he hated how roman managed to make them crack so easily, and yet, he couldn’t look away. he should have given them their privacy from the moment he heard their sounds, but he didn’t. he resented himself for steeping in the tea quynh had made.

when they came, it wasn’t like what john was used to from them—heavy breathing and a mewl of roman’s name so lilting that roman virtually growled beneath them. small whimpers of “ro” fell past their matte blood red lips as the tribal chief took what he felt was his, tongue digging into their overworked clit and making their noises more pronounced. the tattooed man steeped his tongue into their nectar like he was trying to submerge himself into them.

john could relate, even if not in the same capacity. quynh had always wanted to do slightly more adventurous things, though they never pressed him on it due to his exhaustion whenever they were together. he could barely recall any instance where they did anything over the phone during that gap of space. perhaps it was obvious to a man as observant as roman, even if they took reticence at badmouthing him.

when roman tugged them off his face, the man transitioned them into a searing kiss. “your back piece is gonna look so beautiful,” he whispered, a note john barely heard despite not being meant to hear it. the more riveting focus was how his artwork blended seamlessly against quynh’s as his right arm wrapped around their waist. their arms wound around his neck, body arching into him as his hand traced their tattooed thighs with a reverence that bordered near obsession.

the first tattoo quynh ever got, john never showed up for, caught up in a filming shoot. they never outright said it, but he knew they were upset at him for it. the next one they got was long after their breakup, and roman was present for it. he almost wanted to think that quynh’s ink was perfectly crafted to contrast the tribal chief’s, with its dainty florals and minimalist spacing against his tightly inked polynesian patterns.

“that’s sweet of you, ro, but i want you to fuck me, please,” quynh murmured against his lips, snapping john out of his reverie as he watched roman twist their lithe frame beneath him, body prostrating and revealing the flowers on the underside of their chest, their ass pressed up against roman as he slipped his cock into their depths. john hated how hard he got at the sight of their back arching perfectly into roman’s hands as he eased himself in, bathing himself in quynh’s warmth; he abhorred reminiscing on his lifetime with them, but this wasn’t the same person.

that person died a lifetime ago, like their floral oolong did when it sat too long steeping—too long waiting for him.

john was never good at handling delicate teas in the first place. he was more of a robust type of man with his love for earl grey. quynh disliked it, its bergamot overpowering their senses. john considered that a sign in hindsight, with how they felt about his pristine image.

“gonna acknowledge me yet, baby?” roman asked once he bottomed out, hands ironically tender as he brushed their hair away from their face, almost assuring them in their worry about his exhaustion as he kissed their cheeks.

“you earned a compliment from me earlier, that’s enough acknowledgement,” quynh sniped, though their barb melted into a dulcet croon of roman’s name as he started to thrust into them languidly.

“feel good, baby?” roman rasped, hands rubbing into their hips as they whimpered their assent.

quynh replied in soft puffs, “yeah, ro. more, please, please, please.” john blinked in rapt fascination in how their body arched, and how their tattoos moved as they did; his hand wandered down to palm his own cock, visualizing quynh’s inked physique with the new piece on their back and how it would bend and maneuver along the curvature as they maintained their pose. a sight it would be.

a chuckle interrupted his actions, and john’s eyes widened as he met roman’s bemused gaze through the open door crevice. john’s eyes narrowed at him, even if he knew realistically this was his doing because he couldn’t stop watching this unintentional show. roman’s tattooed arm held quynh close as his thrusts increased in pace, his voice just for them as their mewls escalated in frequency. while their eyes fluttered shut at a particularly nice stroke, their cheek nuzzled into roman’s hand when he cupped their face as quynh’s body convulsed in that alluring way that had both men understanding that they reached another peak. roman’s entire hand would have covered their mound if his cock wasn’t in them, but he settled with rubbing their neglected, sensitive pearl to carry them over the tide.

in the after, roman smoothed their hair, pressing delicate kisses to their neck as they tried to turn and face him, a breathless smile on their face. when their eyes blinked open, john could only stare at the beautiful wideness of their brown, dilated irises. yet, quynh shied away from him, averting their gaze away from him.

“ro, wanna see you,” they lilted, voice airy and soft as they craned their face to hide into roman’s neck. john found that roman didn’t refuse them, partially because he wasn’t able to. pulling out, he moved them to place them in his lap. john could make out the two satisfied groans as quynh shifted their hips as they tugged roman into a chain of tender, reverent kisses, almond-shaped nails raking through his hair. john saw how the new position kept quynh’s artwork concealed from his eyes as much as possible in this intimate space.

only one man would ever know the intricacies and stories behind their pieces framing their body like armor. john sneered to himself that of course, roman fucking reigns would get the privilege of that knowledge as quynh pressed their lips to the man’s neck.

“are you tired?”

the question slammed into john like a bag of bricks, like the awareness that his tea was starting to become too astringent. it was a question quynh frequently asked after a match with john, as his hands ran down their waist. every time, he was—it was the only time he ever refused them. after several times, they stopped bothering to ask at all. john didn’t know a greater envy than their silicon toy, because he was too tired to take care of their needs.

roman’s response haunted him as the other man caressed their cheek, murmuring, “not for you, baby. always love making you feel good.”

“what about you, ro?” quynh returned, lining themselves up against his length and slipping down, hips thumping as his hand slipped down to their nub again, “you took some nasty bumps earlier.”

“nothing’s more important than you,” he asserted, letting them move as they pleased. john fixated on the tribal chief’s grip on quynh—firm, certainly, but never bruising. john was apprehensive and angered that roman reigns knew exactly how to handle delicate, floral teas. rarities in their world. he couldn’t hear the words that passed between the two, but his hand stroked himself, following the cadence of quynh’s serpentine shape. roman met them halfway, never fully letting them do all the work. if anything, john considered, roman remained adamant on doing the majority of the work, no matter how they ended up. gentle and the tribal chief weren’t sentiments normally paired, yet in this instance, it was.

“fuck, ro, you feel so good,” quynh whispered in between fevered kisses, their skin flushed from exertion as they rode him, their body melting into his. john silently groaned at the sight: how they threw their head back in euphoria as roman’s lips and beard brushed their throat and chest and his fingers traced their statuesque legs. “deeper,” they begged, adjusting the angle of their hips just right; roman’s hand traversed their leg and up their thigh before finally landing on their abdomen. john didn’t have to guess to decipher what it was roman was rubbing, his own hand stroking his hardness more fervently.

“like feeling me this deep in you, baby?”

“y’know i do, ro,” they whispered in between the sensual sounds of their sighs and roman’s groans, a harmony hypnotic and haunting all at once to john as he tried to silence his sounds, hellbent on capturing quynh’s dulcet moans as they begged for more.

“i’ll give it to you, baby, you know that, don’t you?” roman grunted as he sped up his upward motions, one hand splayed on their abdomen, the other on the nape of their neck to keep their curvature exposed. john imagined if they wanted to open their eyes, they would see him; however, their eyes remain miraculously shut. he’s not sure if he could handle what would happen otherwise.

upon their (at least) third climax of the night, quynh made a slightly more audible cry of roman’s name, body trembling in his secure embrace as he maintained his relentless rhythm. “ro, please,” they whined, though their words, as they always did, carried a challenge, “fill me up like you fucking mean it.”

“gotta use that one word, baby,” he challenged back, and the hair on john’s nape raised as he awaited what quynh would say, given that “please” wasn’t it.

their voice came out in a breathless mewl, body trembling above roman as they cried, “please, sir? won’t you cum inside me?”

and that fucking did it for not just roman, but john, too, sucking the moisture out of his mouth how his overly brewed earl grey tea tended to be.

while john came in unrelenting, unceremonious spurts into his jeans, roman filled quynh in a more controlled manner. roman even growled, pulling them into a heady kiss with tongue and teeth as they ground their hips against his slowly, savoring the feeling of roman inside for a moment longer. “i love you, ro,” they said sweetly in between kisses as roman moved to pull out of them. roman returned the sentiment with ease, and he hated how the two seemed to fit so seamlessly with one another, with their tattoos being the most visual demonstration of that.

john could only stare in disbelief as he took to cleaning them up, how quynh blossomed under the other man’s care as he wiped them down in between light kisses. “better than missionary, baby?” roman teased as he helped them slide their bodysuit back on, though their slacks were nowhere to be found. he wondered if roman took it as some sort of prize, but then it hit him; quynh generally disliked the sensation of it on their favorite slacks, especially given that they were made of silk.

he balked when he registered the barb as roman smirked through the opening right directly at him. quynh fixed their heels on and bundled their hair into an effortlessly messy bun, barely entertaining a glance at john before their arms folded around themselves. it stung john more than it should have, realizing that quynh in all of their understated assertion for the camera and just earlier with roman wanted to shield themselves from him. his eyes roamed down to the inkwork on their body, their floral and celestial armor serving its intended purpose as it created the impression of a serpent poised to strike at him. john pondered if this was his punishment for being a voyeur for someone he knew didn’t like having their intimate, private moments out on display.

if roman noticed the result of their hiding, he made no point to acknowledge it, merely placing a hoodie over their more slender frame. the pair shared a kiss, something gentler, but no less intense as they quietly started to discuss dinner plans. john tried to escape, to try and make himself appear as if he hadn’t just watch the two of fuck. yet, the damage was already done, as he wasn’t able to escape in time by the time both of them opened the door fully to see him. and the look on their faces was enough for john to realize that the bitterness in their tea was imminent.

quynh blinked at him slowly, and he stared back, the words dried in his throat like how he liked his tea. roman, with a starkly gentle demeanor, attempted to extricate them, akin to fishing out a tea bag that had been steeped long enough. not that quynh liked their tea that way—they always preferred loose-leaf, appreciating the delicate and patient hand required compared to john’s preference for convenience and speed. apparently, roman shared their sentiments.

as the two walked away back to the tour bus, quynh spared john one final glance before they mused, “better.”

none of them needed to know what the question was as the other couple departed with linked hands and bags on their arms. it left john to steep and brew in his own thoughts, roman’s several insults about john and missionary position and quynh’s responses to them ringing like an annoying gong. he sighed heavily once the two figures were out of his line of vision

the price of leaving a rare, precarious tea to brew too long was steep.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE RUTHLESS ROCKSTARS — The discography of South Korean idol band Moth Signals consists of four studio albums, eight extended plays, and twenty-six singles. Over the course of the career, the band has sold over 10 million records worldwide, making them one of the best selling music artists in South Korea and internationally. Since their 2016 debut, the members of Moth Signals have written and produced every single song they have released, thought it would not be until 2021 they were completely "self-produce".

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀TRIGGER / CONTENT WARNINGS. Death of a parent, descriptive mention of eating disorders + treatment ( 2021 section ). If this piece is too triggering, please DM and I can give you a summary of what happens!

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2016 — Moth Signals debuts with the physical single album SCARED to test the waters. Despite the popularity Loop 2002 gained, the same audience was not willing to tune into Salem's attempt at a cash grab. Scared would sell less than 20 copies in total and went out of print in 2017 because of how poorly it was selling. In 2024, getting an original copy of the album is near impossible and fakes often sell for $500 easily. This would be the first and only year to feature the line-up of SALEM, JUDE, DOHUN, and OLIVER. It would later be revealed that in order to make their appearances at The Lure and other live bar performances, Superbloom Media forged documents that stated Oliver was born in 1999, instead of the true 2001. Due to their inability to sell enough records, Moth Signals would be placed on an indefinite hiatus as Superbloom Media "restructured the group" to ensure the next generation would bring more success for the company as a whole. Yang Irang aka Jude would move to Mystic Story and debut as a soloist under her birth name and continue with an indie sound. On the other hand, there have been no public spottings of Jeong Dohun since 2017 with a police report filed by his parents not long after his contract was terminated with Superbloom Media. As of 2024, this era of Moth Signals is considered "lost media" as very primary sources of year survives.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀SCARED was written by park jueun and produced by kim yuchan and park jueun in spring 2016, performed by park jueun. in her mainstream debut, salem explores themes of fear and insecurity with the lyrics suggesting a hesitance to approach someone and freely express themselves. many fans interpret this song to be about salem's original band, LOOP 2002, which she left in favor of moth signals the year before. the phrase " why are you scared ? " repeats throughout the song and highlights a sense of frustration with the fear and reluctance in this relationship, despite many attempts to change. the narrator yearns for reassurance and validation, seeking comfort in the hope that their uncertainties will fade away having this person beside them. ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE LONG SILENCE was written by park jueun and produced by kim yuchan and park jueun, performed by park jueun. this song is often compared to their later released b-side brand new city from their 2023 album ohio impromptu and shows how similar salem and serin are. both songs discuss the sense of dread from being in one's prime and what comes later. the long silence is described as what happened after the narrator of brand new city moves and realizes that they need to find a way to survive. simply moving away from their problems was not enough to change their feelings and create a new sense of happiness. the narrator vows to " find love / and find a way to survive here ", giving them a new sense of purpose and hope to move on.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2017 — The band would return on what is now celebrated as their debut anniversary, SEPTEMBER 17TH, and include three new members: JUNYEONG, MINJAE, and SERIN. Instead of following the traditional band path, the members were picked from Superbloom's most promising trainees. They were desperate to get these three out into the world so that they did not lose their talents, mostly seen with Junyeong. The band would be promoted on various idol television programs including AFTER SCHOOL CLUB and KNOWING BROS, to get their names out there. They would also promote their only title track for the year, GREAT CAESAR, on the different idol performance shows, including INKIGAYO and MUSIC BANK. Despite their attempts, Moth Signals would continue to sell poorly due to their status as a co-ed group and lack of interest in bands. Despite their busy idol schedules, the band would be given a permanent residency at The Lure in Gangnam, Seoul and lasted until their second hiatus in 2021. They would perform every Friday and Saturday night just before the bar closed as the most exciting act and would slowly gain more fans as they performed more.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀GREAT CAESAR was written by park jueun and produced by kim yuchan and park jueun, performed by park jueun and lee jiyeon. this song explores themes of identity, longing for recognition, and the desire for power and validation. the narrator knows that they are lacking in confidence when they are not wearing a suit, which symbolizes a facade or role the speaker feels they must play to be respected. the references to the city of leningrad is a metaphor for feeling lost and helpless, like leaves lost to the wind, alluding siege of leningrad during world war ii and the bleakness of the city. they want to be recognized as someone great, even if it's just for a moment. the speaker reflects on their childhood and feeling in control, though they would quickly lose that confidence, and now long for stability or connection to feel grounded.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2018 — Unlike the previous two years, nothing about Moth Signals would change as they came into 2018. Their music was still in the hands of Jueun and Kim Yuchan, the most successful artist under Superbloom at the time, and the rest would be delegated to lowly b-sides. It was beginning to feel like Salem did not care about the creative input of the other members, especially when it was not getting her any results. This year would cement Moth Signals promotional style taking place during the SPRING and FALL, with the fall album almost always dealing with darker themes and concepts than the one released in spring. This release continued their momentum forward and there was nothing out of the ordinary during this era. They were slowly being included in more variety shows, as seen by their joint appearance with Day6 on Weekly Idol and their first invitations to a major award show with the Golden Disc Awards and Seoul Music Awards. They were not nominated or even performed, but their photos from the red carpet got people talking about the unknown group.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀EAT THIS NIGHT was written by park jueun, produced by kim yuchan and park jueun, performed by park jueun. eat the night returns to their original sound with themes of liberation and desire to break from societal constraints. the song opens with lyrics expressing uncertainty about what to sing about, as if overwhelmed by the abundance of refrain in the world, and emphasizes their lack of understanding of the path chosen. the narrator proclaims that they have finally found their own way and the metaphor of cutting the moon and devouring the night suggests that rebellious mindset, chosing to defy expectations and live freely. eat the night encourages fans to let go of their norm and find their own path, breaking from exceptions to create their own meaning of happiness. ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀BIRTHDAYS was written by park jueun and produced by kim yuchan and park jueun, performed by park jueun. birthdays revolves around the themes of heartbreak, disappointment, and the realization that a once-special relationship has come to an end. the lyrics depict the emotions of someone who believed their relationship was unique and meaningful, only to discover that their partner does not feel the same. This is famously thought to be about one of her former bandmates from LOOP 2002. Throughout high school and much of their career together, they dated and broke up around the same time Salem left to join Superbloom Media. Through this song, she is coming to terms with the relationship being over after asking “why don’t you adore me?” over and over again. She uses the concept of sleep and going to be bed to bury the past and move on from the relationship, showing that she would be ready to move on once she wakes up.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2019 — Moth Signals would release HYPOCREEP in March 2019, right before OLIVER was set to appear on the new survival talent competition show SUPERBAND, produced by JTBC. Despite the sound change, Hypocreep was met with positive reaction from fans and is their first mini-album to sell over 1,000 copies in the first month. It is often seen as a turning point for the band as their releases following would follow a similar sound and is the first song to credit another band member besides SALEM, that being OLIVER. This would be the first of a long partnership between the two that would eventually fizzle out during their 2022 hiatus. Hypocreep is also one of the most popular songs for other idols and bands to cover given the technical requirements of each instrument. While Hypocreep opened the door for the other members, MY ANGEL would be the first title track sung by another member. Oliver's My Angel would go onto break and double every single Moth Signals record as he rode the Superband high. MY ANGEL still remains a fan favorite song and would give the band their first award show nomination on Show! Music Core, much to the band’s surprise. Most of the members recall this era as the first time they actually felt loved by the audience and could see people singing along.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀HYPOCREEP was written by park jueun, produced by park jueun, and performed by park jueun. the song expresses frustration towards people who are hypocritical and fake, particularly those who are thirsty for drama and attention on the internet. the narrator identifies as a “hypocreep,” which is a term they use to describe themselves as a different breed of person who is hyper and freaky. they acknowledge that they may be seen as strange or abnormal to others, but they do not care because those same people secretly wish they could be like them. hypocreep, since it's release, has always been a fan favorite and is almost always the opener on their tours because it never fails to get the audience hyped up. it's a favorite to perform for almost all of the members as well. ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀MY ANGEL was written by oliver song and park jueun, produced by park jueun, kim yuchan, and dallas linwood, and performed by oliver song. my angel is a song about a tumultuous romantic relationship with someone that is both heavenly and devilish at the same time. this would be the first song that connected bandmates salem and oliver together romantically and their relationship would be confirmed later in 2020 by superbloom media and dispatch. he enjoys the sensation of having her in his teeth, representing his inability to let go of her and his knuckles being battered and bruised suggests that he is desperate to win her over, even if it takes everything from him. the relationship is described as a forbidden one and the two are constantly meeting in secret despite the risks. she may seen like an angel, but the narrator knows that she has that "devilish" side as well.

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MV VIEWS: 10.2 million.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2020 — Fans of Moth Signals fall into two camps for their 2020 releases: either loving it or hating everything it stands for. Tragically, due to the popularity of Lion's Den, Pinktop is often forgotten by all fans of Moth Signals. Despite this, it remains one of Jiyeon's favorites and will always have a place on their set-lists because of this. Due to it’s “inappropriate lyrics” LION'S DEN was banned by all the major South Korean music shows and would be promoted in a series of live concerts instead. They would instead promote READY TO FLY as their title track for this era, saving the performances of Lion's Den for their smaller performances. Due to the show going semi-viral on TWITTER thanks to a tweet by a lumi asking “what business Plastic Flowers had releasing” the song, LOVESICKNESS sold over 10,000 copies by the end of the year. This would also be the final time they were promote prior to their 16 month hiatus, making it special to their fans. LION'S DEN would later become a sleeper hit by going viral once again and entering the top 10 on the Circle Chart after being used on an OST.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀PINKTOP was written by park jueun and lee jiyeon and produced by kim yuchan and park jueun, performed by park jueun and lee jiyeon. pinktop was inspired by a regular at the bar that they perform at, the lure, and serves as a symbol of liberation and acceptance. salem describes the song as a love song to someone that cares so little about what the world thinks about them, something that both girls struggle with. someone that wears the pinktop is someone that stands out of the crowd and embraces their unique style and personality rather than hiding from the spotlight. the guy is a fan of moth signals and admires their music, showing their mutual appreciation for each other and this strong understanding. the lyrics convey the importance of staying true to oneself and walking their own path regardless of what other people think. ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀LION'S DEN was written by oliver song and produced by kim yuchan and oliver song, performed by oliver song. the major themes of lion's den relate to toxic and tumultuous relationships, with the lyrics depicting the ups and downs of being with someone that can be both loving and hurtful. written completely alone by OLIVER SONG, many fans have begun to debate the real meaning of the song as it relates to his relationship with salem. in lion's den, he realizes that the person they are in love with is full of contradictions as they compare their lover to a pair of teeth. the lover's heart is described as having teeth as well, meaning that while they may talk sweetly, they often hurt and bite him. the relationship is very complicated, in which both parties are hurting each other but can't let go of them. the narrator realizes that they are losing themself by the end of the song and hopefully, ends the relationship before it can get worse.

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MV VIEWS: 229.6 million.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2021 — The GOODNIGHT era was spent dreading what would come next for Moth Signals. It was obvious that the members were losing steam as shown by their smaller performances and the constant cancellation of their performances at their bar, The lure The release of THE FOURTH FLOOR only made that worse as they went back to the melancholic sound and promotions outside of music shows were cut short. In fear of losing the band, Lumis made sure that it sold well, achieving a record-breaking 14,000 copies in the first month alone and securing them more music show nominations. However, it seemed that nothing they were doing was enough as Moth Signals slowly slipped away from the public eye. Despite GOODNIGHT selling well, Moth Signals were put on an unofficial hiatus two months after it’s initial release. Superbloom would be intentionally vague about the details behind the scenes to keep everything under wraps, however, sasaengs exposed the truth. Not only were they on hiatus to “fight burnout”, but Oliver had returned to his hometown of Boston after the death of his father and Jiyeon had been checked into an eating disorder treatment by their manager, Cheon Garam. During this time, Salem and Oliver would also BREAK UP, creating a new tension within the band. The band’s social media—both company owned and personal—would go completely dormant from March 2021 to April 2022, leaving many to believe that the group would never return and would be lost just before they achieved stardom. During this period, SALEM would debut as a solo artist with THE CURSE OF CAPULET and SERIN not long after with PRINCESS DIARIES. JUNYEONG'S debut was confirmed in late 2021, but nothing was ever released due to OLIVER'S return to South Korea.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE FOURTH FLOOR was written by park jueun and produced by kim yuchan and park jueun, performed by oliver song the fourth floor explores themes of obsession and dependency in a relationship. the lyrics depict a protagonist who is deeply infatuated with someone to the point of being obsessed, as represented by the repeated phrase “i can’t stop thinking about you.” the protagonist seeks answers and validation from a doctor, indicating a desperation for a solution to their intense emotions. they recognize their own exaggerated behavior, acknowledging that they may appear crazy or “psycho” to others. the chorus reinforces the protagonist’s obsession, stating that they cannot live a day without thinking about this person. the fourth floor conveys a sense of dependency and the idea that the protagonist’s life revolves entirely around the object of their affection.

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MV VIEWS: 122.9 million.

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ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2022 — Just when most fans began to lose hope for Moth Signals to comeback, Superbloom did the unthinkable: dropping a new set of teasers for a full album called INTERNET BLUES. During this time, it was also revealed that MINJAE had left the band and was replaced by Timefighter contestant OH DEURIM, who had failed to make it into the debut line-up by one place. According to Minghui, he left on good terms with the members but could no longer handle the idol life anymore. Despite how protective poppies are, they surprisingly welcomed Deurim with open arms and wanted to see what she could bring to the table. INTERNET BLUES would be released on May 5, 2022 with the title track I’M ALIVE, which secured them their FIRST WIN and first NOMINATION at a major award show after selling 100,000 copies. Moth Signals would return to their original promotional schedule with the release of I DON'T CARE, the title track for their first studio album, CALL ME CRAZY that November. The studio album was celebrated by all fans as it finally meant that Plastic Flowers were confirming that they were here to stay despite their earlier issues. The members looked so much more alive this era and they even held their first FAN SIGN, which went as well as expected. The members had fun with their fans, but hated the constant requests for cuteness or prying into their personal relationships. They would hold their own formal CONCERT, with over three thousand people in attendance.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀I'M ALIVE was written, produced, and performed by oliver song. i'm alive is an uplifting song that talks about the feeling of overcoming challenges and persevering through tough times. they promise that even in the midst of uncertainty and darkness, the singer declares that they will keep themselves alive. the chorus serves as a mantra of sorts as the singer repeatedly affirms that they are alive and won’t give up. the idea of a “highlight” suggests that even in the bleakest moments of life, one can find something beautiful to hold onto. the bridge encourages listeners to keep searching, keep breathing, and keep alive. It’s a call to action to hold onto life and never give up. ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀I DON'T CARE was written by oliver song and oh deurim and produced by kim yuchan, performed by oliver song. this would be oliver's first attempt at a song that criticizes the world him and similar to his bandmates, he aims to show a sense of confidence that cannot be broken. i don't care is about not being afraid of showing who you are and not carinf about what other people think about you. it suggests that self-love is more important than trying to fit in and please other people, and that it's possible to find happiness in difficult situations. the song would be lauded as ironic because it was released just after oliver song went on hiatus for mental health issues and has never seemed to actually recover.

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MV VIEWS: 392.9 million.

MUSIC SHOW NOMINATIONS. 8.

MUSIC SHOW WINS. 2.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2023 — Coming into 2023, Lumis were promised many exciting things from the band. In March, Oliver’s solo DISHONESTY with the lead single MY HONEST FACT would be released to overwhelming success, cementing his popularity with the general public and showing everyone that he was here to stay. Though fans were happy for him, the same could not be said for his bandmates as SALEM and JUNYEONG began a smear campaign that lasted throughout the entire promotional period. Oliver would ignore any questions about the situation and chose to move on from it instead, celebrating his own achievements rather than focusing on those around him. In June, the band would come back as five to release LOVE AND WAR with the lead single of the same name, which became their best selling record at that point at just under 1 million copies. Later that year, Moth Signals would return with I Disagree and a new title track from Salem. The era and album was very well received despite initial worries about the darker sound alienating their original fanbase. Salem already went through that once, she wasn't going to do it again.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀SOLD MY LOVE was written, produced, and performed by oliver song. this song captures the complexities of love, longing, and emotional confrontation. the lyrics express a sense of vulnerability intertwined with defiance as the narrator seems to grapple with past experiences and a feeling of being stuck in a cycle of love that feels both passionate and painful. the recurring idea of "going to your hour" symbolizes a readiness to confront the emotional turmoil head-on despite the ricks involved. there is a sense of raw and unfiltered emotions, hinting at a history of physical connections but also deeper disappointments. the narrator feels that they have wasted their affection on things that didn't matter, selling their love for lost youth and reckless romances. ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀I DISAGREE was written, produced and performed by park jueun. i disagree is an anthem of nonconformity and speaks to anyone that is challenging the status quo, rejecting societal pressures, and has their own opinions. it emphasizes the importance of standing up for what you believe in, suggesting that nothing but freedom and peace will come from it. the chorus features the phrase for i disagree in korean repeating in the background to ensure that their domestic fans get the hint despite all the lyrics being written in english.

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MV VIEWS: 748.3 million.

MUSIC SHOW NOMINATIONS. 10.

MUSIC SHOW WINS. 7.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀THE YEAR IS 2024 — Despite being on track to become one of the biggest bands in the world, Moth Signals would NOT continue their contract with Superbloom Media. While Oliver remained under the main label and Deurim went to Rove Records, the rest of the members would go their separate ways with the company and begin their HITAUS ERA. Tower of Babel is considered to be one of their final releases and because fans were unsure when Moth Signals would return, they made sure the album sold better than expecting. There were so many group orders and fans asking each other to match their albums bought. It was a good era for all the members and it seemed to be the first time they were truly happy making music together in a long time.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀ARE U COMING? written and produced by oliver song and finn lee, performed by oliver song. an oliver song classic through and through, he pulls out all of his favorite themes of yearning, escapism, and longing over a romantic connection. the lyrics paint the picture of a place where hopelessness is nonexistent and creating their dreamlike reality, reflecting that of one of his favorite night clubs. the speaker is eager for their partner’s presence, symbolizing a deep emotional yearning for connection and intimacy. rather than their traditional music videos, the production for are u coming? was just a performance at the lure in seoul, confirming that the place discussed in the song is a bar or some sort of party. it was also tested at the bar prior to release to see what fans thought and they were able to vote for their favorite to become the title track of tower of babel.

ა ⠀ ♱ 　.⠀ACHIVEMENTS.

MV VIEWS: 1.2 billion

MUSIC SHOW NOMINATIONS. 20.

MUSIC SHOW WINS. 9.

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CHAPTER 5: KNOW ITS FOR THE BETTER

pairing: aged up!katsuki bakugo x fem!reader

summary: After six intense years in Japan, YN LN has firmly established herself as a renowned gym owner. She's known by many pros for her charm, strength, and boxing abilities. She has a strong support system and amazing friends... her life in Japan was everything she dreamed it would be.

But everything changes one fateful night when a mysterious package appears on her doorstep. No note, no return address—just a plain box wrapped with a single pearly pink ribbon. As she unravels the contents of the box, she’s drawn into a dark, twisted mystery that seems to reach deep into her own past—a past she thought she had buried when she left her old life behind.

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Staring out at the skyline of Musutafu, Bakugo sat at a conference table with other pro heroes, the atmosphere heavy as grim photos flashed on the screen.

“There’s been another casualty,” a senior hero announced, their voice grim. “A young woman, found in her home last night. However, we managed to recover some security footage.”

Bakugo’s attention snapped to the screen, his heart skipping at the mention of a young woman and camera footage. His mind immediately jumped to you, but the knot in his chest loosened when he saw the images—it wasn’t you.

Still, he hadn’t seen or heard from you in days. He’d stopped by your place during patrol the other night to check on you after you’d taken a bad fall and hit your head.

When you hadn’t answered, he’d let himself in with the key you’d given him, scanning the apartment for signs of forced entry. Nothing seemed out of place—until he called you, and you finally answered.

The sound of another man’s voice in the background had caught him off guard.

Bakugo wasn’t one to get jealous. He didn’t chase after anyone. But you? You were different. You weren’t just anyone.

From the moment he met you—the sharp-tongued gym owner who could spar with him almost as well as you could trade barbs—he’d been hooked. There was something about the way you carried yourself, the spark in your eyes, your effortless strength.

Over time, his admiration had deepened. He noticed the little things: the slight change in your perfume, the way you’d stopped wearing your hair in a certain style, the way your laugh could disarm him like no villain ever could.

You were the exception, the one person he’d chase to the ends of the earth if he had to. And he wasn’t about to lose you to some extra who probably couldn’t throw a decent punch.

Snapping back to the present, Bakugo narrowed his eyes at the screen. Something in the footage caught his attention—a detail others had missed.

“Zoom in on that image,” he ordered, his voice cutting through the room.

Deku, holding the remote, adjusted the image, focusing on the man in the footage.

“More. His wrist.”

The screen zoomed in, revealing a tattoo on the man’s wrist. The word Omertà was inked in bold, an unmistakable symbol of the mafia’s code of silence.

“He’s flaunting it,” Bakugo growled. “The bastard knows we’re watching.”

Todoroki frowned. “It could be a coincidence.”

“No way,” Bakugo shot back. “He made sure the camera caught it. He wants us to know.”

Deku suddenly pulled up an old news report on his laptop. “This might be connected. A few years ago, an abandoned warehouse in the U.S. was blown up. They only recovered a few bodies, but every one of them had that same tattoo.”

“If this is an American mob, why are they here?” Todoroki asked, his voice steady but curious.

Deku shook his head. “The report didn’t give many details, and when I searched, there weren’t any follow-ups. Officially, they called it an accident.”

“Someone buried it,” Endeavor said, his tone grim. “The question is, who?”

“We need intel,” Bakugo said, his fists clenching. “Get the American Hero Committee on the line. If they’ve been dealing with these guys, they’ll know something.”

“I’ll handle the calls,” Deku offered, already typing.

Bakugo pushed his chair back, rising abruptly. “Do that. I’m not sitting around while these scumbags think they can move in on our turf.”

“Where are you going?” Endeavor asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Got somewhere to be.” Bakugo muttered, heading for the door. “Keep me updated.”

The team exchanged glances as Bakugo stormed out.

He couldn’t shake the thought of you, though. Whatever was happening, Bakugo knew one thing for sure: no one messed with his city—or with you.

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YN’S POV

The past few days had been a blur of caffeine-fueled frustration as you and James worked tirelessly to gather intel. Despite countless hours and far too many coffee breaks, the pieces of the puzzle still didn’t fit together. Meanwhile, life didn’t slow down for your obligations outside the investigation. Running the gym meant you couldn't rely on your employees to pick up the slack—it wouldn’t be fair to them.

Tonight’s task was a children’s class, and your special guest was nowhere in sight.

You glanced at the clock, the start of the class just five minutes away, while kids eagerly laced up their gloves, their excited chatter occasionally turning to questions about your promised guest. Anxiety crept up your spine as you called him yet again, only to be met with voicemail for the umpteenth time.

It wasn’t just about tonight—you hadn’t spoken to him since the night you hit your head. Something about his silence gave you the nagging suspicion that he was mad at you. But you hadn’t expected him to be petty enough to completely ditch the class.

“You didn’t think I’d show, did you?”

The voice startled you, low and full of smug satisfaction. Spinning around, you found yourself face-to-face with none other than Katsuki Bakugo himself.

“Katsuki! What the hell?” you exclaimed, punching him in the arm with more force than necessary.

“Oi!�� He winced, rubbing the spot with an exaggerated glare. “What was that for?”

“You were supposed to be here ages ago!” you huffed, arms crossed. “Do you know how many voicemails I left you?”

“I dunno, ten? I didn’t count,” he shot back, the smirk creeping onto his face only fueling your irritation. “Relax, I’m here now.”

“Barely.” You gave him your best stern look, though his lack of concern made it feel like you were trying to lecture a brick wall.

He quirked an eyebrow, his crimson eyes sparkling with mischief. “A meeting ran late, okay? I came as soon as I could.”

“Whatever,” you muttered, still not entirely appeased. “Help me grab these pads. We’re working on defense today.”

As you handed him a few pads, you retrieved the rest from the tote and launched into your explanation. “The kids can throw decent punches, but their defense is still pretty weak. I figured we’d give them a proper demonstration to help it click.”

Trailing behind you to the mat, Bakugo’s expression softened when he noticed the kids’ wide-eyed stares and excited whispers. The realization that Dynamight was standing in their gym had lit a fire of enthusiasm you hadn’t seen in ages.

“Alright, everyone,” you began, clapping your hands to gather their attention. “As promised, we have a special guest today—Dynamight himself!”

Gasps and cheers erupted, the kids practically bouncing with excitement. You spotted one in the corner nearly vibrating out of their shoes.

“Dynamight is here to help us with defense drills,” you continued. “And if you’re lucky, you might even get to fight him yourself.”

The kids collectively lost their minds, one of them outright shouting, “I’m gonna destroy you!”

Bakugo snorted, muttering under his breath, “Bold of ‘em to assume.”

“Dynamight, do you want to say something?” you prompted, nudging him lightly.

He stared at you, clearly out of his depth, but the silent plea in your eyes pushed him forward. “Can’t wait to see what you’ve got,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

You raised an eyebrow, your expression screaming that’s it?

Groaning under his breath, he added begrudgingly, “If you do good today, I’ll let you throw punches at me.”

The kids exploded in cheers, their excitement reaching a fever pitch.

Rolling your eyes, you motioned for them to line up against the wall. “Alright, me and Dynamight are going to demonstrate some basic defense moves. You’ll practice with pads while we suit up with gloves.”

Tossing a pair of gloves at Bakugo, you slipped yours on and got into position. “The first move is head defense. Dynamight, take a shot at me.”

He threw a slow, controlled hook toward your head, the smirk on his face daring you to mess up. You blocked it effortlessly, your arm shielding your ear, temple, and chin with practiced precision.

“See? Tight guard. Make sure your arm is tucked close to your face. Now, let’s see you all try!”

As the kids practiced, Bakugo leaned closer, his voice low. “You’re not half-bad at this.”

“Not half-bad?” you echoed, feigning offense. “I’ll have you know I’m a great teacher.”

He smirked, leaning back shrug. “Yeah, yeah. Guess I wouldn’t mind havin’ you as my teacher back in the day.”

“Oh?” You quirked an eyebrow, intrigued. “What about Aizawa? You’re always singing his praises.”

“Tch, he was good. But I mean before U.A. Back when I was a little punk, maybe I’d’ve turned out different if I had someone like you around.”

You nudged him playfully. “Don’t dwell on it. I was a punk too, y’know. Besides, your personality is one of my favorite things about you.”

He turned to you, his expression softening. “You mean that?”

“I wouldn’t lie to you.”

The rest of the class flew by, and true to his word, Bakugo let the kids take turns throwing punches at him. You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him interact with them, his usual sharpness giving way to a surprising warmth.

“Thank you again.”

“Yeah.” Katsuki’s response was quiet, almost uncharacteristic, as he stared off to the side, his brows slightly furrowed like he was wrestling with his thoughts. You could sense there was something else he wanted to say, but hesitation hung in the air between you.

“Katsuki?” you prompted softly, tilting your head.

He shifted, exhaling sharply through his nose. “I wanted to ask ya somethin’.”

A nervous energy settled in your chest, your pulse quickening. His seriousness was rare, and you couldn’t help but wonder what was coming. Before he could continue, though, a hand on your shoulder snapped your attention away.

“Y/N.”

Turning around, you found James standing there, his expression calm but purposeful. He had been stationed in your office throughout the class, a constant shadow ever since his arrival, clearly intent on keeping an eye on you.

“I have a business call to take,” he said with a polite nod. “I’ll be outside when you’re ready.”

He gave a slight bow of his head toward Katsuki before turning on his heel and striding toward the exit. You barely had time to process his departure before Katsuki’s voice cut through.

“Who's the old bastard?”

You blinked, turning back to him. His ruby eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a flicker of something—irritation, curiosity, maybe even jealousy—etched into his face.

“That’s James,” you explained, adjusting the gym bag on your shoulder. “The ‘friend’ I was with the other night.”

“You like em' old?” he quipped, arching a brow.

Your eyes narrowed, and before you could think twice, you punched him lightly on the arm for the second time that evening. “He’s a family friend from America, you idiot. He and his wife are visiting, and I’m showing them around town.”

“Oh.” His response was clipped, almost sheepish, though he tried to mask it with a shrug.

“Yeah, oh.” You shot him a pointed look, your tone laced with mock exasperation. “Anyway, what did you want to ask me?”

It was clear his train of thought had been derailed. He seemed flustered now, his confident air wavering as the faintest pink dusted his cheeks.

“Nothin’,” he muttered, shifting awkwardly on his feet. “Forget it.” He made to turn away, but you weren’t about to let him off the hook so easily.

“Just ask me,” you said firmly, grabbing his hand and tugging him to a stop.

He let out a frustrated breath, looking anywhere but at you. “The hero gala is comin’ up,” he began, his voice gruff, almost like he was annoyed with himself for even bringing it up. “I need a date.”

“And?” you prodded, your brows lifting in encouragement.

“Was wonderin’ if you wanted to go with me.”

Your heart skipped a beat, but you couldn’t resist teasing him a little. “Me?”

“No, idiot,” he shot back, rolling his eyes, though his flushed face betrayed him. “I’m talkin’ to the wall.”

A laugh bubbled out of you as you lightly swatted at his arm. “Why me?”

His lips pressed into a tight line, and for a moment, you thought he might backtrack entirely. But then he huffed, “Forget it. If you don’t wanna go, just say it.”

“No, no, I want to,” you blurted out quickly, a smile tugging at your lips. “I’ll go with you.”

“Yeah?” His gaze snapped to yours, a flicker of relief crossing his face.

“Yeah.”

As you smiled up at him, a wave of unease churned in your stomach, clashing with the butterflies that danced at his gaze—a gaze meant only for you. You were falling for him, and the timing couldn’t have been worse.

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Bakugo had been riding a rare high ever since leaving the gym. For weeks, he’d been working up the nerve to ask you to be his date to the hero gala, and now that you’d said yes, he felt a weight lift off his shoulders. The corners of his lips twitched into a small, satisfied smirk as he arrived back at the agency, heading straight for his office.

“Kacchan, wait!”

The familiar voice of Deku cut through the hallway, and Bakugo turned to see him hurrying over, a sense of urgency written all over his face.

“What is it now?” Bakugo asked, raising an eyebrow as Deku thrust a vanilla file folder into his hands.

“We got more information. Look at this.”

Flipping the folder open, Bakugo scanned the first page. A detailed report stared back at him, the name Anthony Moretti printed in bold letters at the top alongside a grainy photo of a middle-aged man with sharp features and cold, calculating eyes.

“Who the hell is this?” Bakugo questioned, his voice low and sharp.

“Anthony Moretti,” Deku explained, his tone grim. “He’s a Mafia boss from America. That warehouse that blew up? It was an underground club he was running.”

Bakugo frowned, his crimson eyes narrowing. “Why the hell was this sealed from public records?”

“The explosion was caused by a group of pro heroes,” Deku said, his voice dropping lower. “Not only did the blast kill everyone inside the building, but it also took out civilians nearby. The higher-ups didn’t want the general public knowing that pro heroes were responsible for innocent lives being lost.”

“Tch,” Bakugo scoffed, his grip tightening on the file. “They’re trying to cover their asses.”

“Exactly,” Deku said, handing over another folder. This one bore a picture of a masked hero, her face obscured but her stance confident and commanding.

“Do you remember her?” Deku asked.

Bakugo’s eyes darkened. “Yeah… Nova. She died a few years back.”

“She was the only hero assigned to the case,” Deku continued. “Apparently, all her work was undercover.”

“If she was the only hero, who the hell was she working with?” Bakugo asked, his tone clipped.

“She was partnered with two federal agents assigned by the Hero Committee—Lila Macontash and James Tucker,” Deku said.

“Do we have any way of getting a hold of them?” Bakugo pressed.

“Lila died in the explosion that night,” Deku explained, his voice heavy, “but I’m working on finding James Tucker. After Nova and Lila’s deaths, he went off the radar and stopped working with heroes for a while.”

“Find him. He’s probably the only shot we’ve got at figuring out what went down that night.”

“I’ve already got Todoroki tracking him,” Deku said.

“And what about Moretti?” Bakugo asked, his sharp gaze cutting to Deku. “Where is he now?”

“It’s unclear,” Deku admitted. “Apparently, after the explosion, they arrested him, but he escaped prison a few weeks ago.”

Bakugo let out a low growl, his irritation bubbling. “If his team’s here, then he has to be close. But why the hell would they come to Japan?”

Deku shook his head. “That’s what doesn’t make sense. It seems like they wanted us to know they’re here, but why target innocent women?”

Bakugo’s jaw clenched, his mind racing. “It doesn’t add up. The only two women who went after him—Nova and Lila—are dead. Even if they were alive, Moretti wouldn’t risk being in Japan just to send a message.”

“I’ll dig deeper,” Deku assured him. “I’ll see if he has any ties to Japan. And once we track down James Tucker, hopefully, we can piece together what really happened that night.”

“Good.” Bakugo’s voice was sharp and resolute. “Let me know the second you hear anything.”

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