#idol producer ziyang

[seungkwanslowqualityenglish]

Anemones

Who: Mu Ziyang [Oner]

Word Count: 2584 Words

Warnings: Hanahaki!au, blood, and death.

Request: No.

This started as Chengcheng and half way through changed to Ziyang somehow, idk. Also anemones are flowers, not the thing Nemo lives in, those are sea anemones. 

Flowers were always something that enchanted you. The beauty of the small colorful plants always took your breath away. How a combination of different varieties could bring joy or pain to someone. How the color of these petals could bring tears of happiness or tears of sorrow. The small plants held so much within their colors, varieties, and combinations. But no matter, they all held such glorious beauty, at least to you.

They held such beauty to you, well they used to. When the first petal slipped past your lips, that’s when they lost their beauty. No longer were they glorious things that enchanted you. They repulsed you, they were a sign of something you had kept hidden for so long. A sign of death that was soon to come, either that or an impending surgery.

At first they were few, a petal here or there, it easy for you to forget. But when they started piling up, the trash can you hid from others, overflowing with petals within a day of you emptying it. That was when you could not forget about it. That was when you friends started noticing. Your excuses of illness and asthma were no longer enough for them to be convinced, as they started seeing the petals within the tissues you used when you coughed. They encouraged you to do something about it, to get help or at least resolve your feelings, but you could not do that.

Maybe it would have been easier, had it not been on him, your best friend. Not only your best friend, but your best friend that happened to be dating someone. Had she not been in the picture, you probably would have told him. But even if it meant to save your life, you would not tell him, you would not possibly ruin their relationship. Death on your terms, you thought.

Maybe it would have been wise to heed your friends words, save your life, or possibly get surgery. But living a loveless life sounded worse than death. Never once again feeling the warmth of loving a parent or animal or friend, a life worse than death. A life she was unwilling to consider. It was her life she was unwilling to consider. Death was an easy way out, but to her it was not, it was the better way.

As her friend stared at her from across the room, it just had to be him. He was always the one sent to deal with her problems, well the one sent attempt to talk her out of this. But he would fail at that task, unless by some twist of fate his currently relationship had fallen out. But it had not, you know it would not. They had five years of work on this relationship, so of course it would not end so abruptly and suddenly. It would not end like that, so you would just swallow your feelings and anemone petals until you could no longer breath to swallow.

You could sense the disappointed look on your friend’s face from across the room, despite your back being towards him. “You are being stupid, why don’t you just tell whoever it is, or get the surgery, or just something, we don’t want to lose you.” He said, before he started crossing your room.

The bed dipped, as he sat on it, next to you. You felt a hand in your hair, as he awkwardly petted your head. “Ruin someone’s relationship, a friendship, or live life as an emotionless shell.” You murmured, hoping he could not hear you. It was not even a moment after your murmurs, you started coughing, the white anemone petals starting to slip past your lips once more.

You weren’t sure when he left, but moments later you were in your room, alone once more. He probably went to complain to his girlfriend about you being stubborn, he did that often lately. Best friends forever he used to claim, but maybe forever did not really mean forever. Maybe it meant until he had had enough of your, until he had decided you were not worth his time any longer, until he had gotten tired of you hiding secrets from him.

The next time he visited, you could tell he was angered. Whether it was at you for refusing to tell him who caused this or at this situation in general, you were unsure. You were getting worse, you could hear as he and your parents discussed what was happening. The main thing you overheard was them saying they would be putting you into a hospital soon, fearing you being unaccompanied while like this. Another thing you heard was their argument, his insistence of them demanding you go through with the surgery or tell him who it was. Your mother knew who it was, but luckily she feigned innocence claiming she did not know either. Maybe she should have told him, yet you knew your mother would not tell a secret you told her, she knowing herself the likelihood of him returning the feelings was low. She respected your wish of death rather than living a loveless life, unknown to your father she had told you numerous times if she was in the same situation she would have done the same.

It was a little over a week later you saw him again, as you laid in your hospital bed, he stormed in. Compassion would have been better at a time like this, yet all he had was rage towards whoever it was you liked for them not returning your feelings. Unbeknownst to him, that rage should have been focused towards himself, not some fictional man he imagined that played with your feelings and left you like this. “Why don’t you just get the surgery?” He asked, providing no greeting or fluff to the conversation. “Isn’t your life worth more than whoever it is?” He added.

He did not seem to take it well when you ignored him. Often he would tell you silence speaks louder than words, but it seemed that only went for when the silence was towards someone else.

You heard him scoff, before he spoke again. “So that’s what we are doing now, the silent treatment. You’re acting like a child because people are concerned for you. We just want you to get better. We just want you to survive. But here you are acting like a child since you care more about whoever this is than your own life.” He started, his voice getting louder and louder with each word.

“What a beautiful way to die, flowers overflowing from the mouth, unrequited love being the cause.” You murmured, before turning away from the man you often labeled as your best friend. “You once labeled this as the most beautiful suicide, the most beautiful death. But is that no longer so seeing how it’s affected someone you care for. Flowers overrunning my lungs, roots destroying the tissue and organs. A time bomb waiting to explode. My minutes are numbered and getting smaller. I’m just a stupid little girl that thinks death would be better than feeling nothing.” You murmured, before finally looking back over at him. “Call it what you will, but I won’t have the surgery, I’d rather die from this than chance become an emotionless person like so many out there.” You said to him, just wishing that he would understand your side of this. That you thought living a loveless life was worse than living no life at all.

Your friend stood, obviously angered at your response, even after all these weeks, hell all these months, as you wasted away getting worse and worse. His anger at your refusal to tell him who or get the surgery, was obvious. He should have paused for a moment, thought before he spoke, but people don’t do that went anger has taken over. “This is why whoever you like doesn’t like you. You know I honestly don’t blame them for not returning your feelings, since who would like or even love such a stubborn person that hides so many things, from the people they claim to love most.” it was obvious as he finished speaking, he immediately regretted it.

Time was not something you gave him after he spoke, immediately pushing the nurse call button. “Get out, leave.” You yelled, well said as loudly as your injured throat would allow. As you were pointing to the door for him to leave, close to tear, the nurse finally entered. It was not long before he was ushered out, your visiting hours for the day over. You knew he had to regret saying that, yet, you would not forgive him for it.

It was after that day he was greylisted by your nurse, after she comforted you as you cried, all because of his harsh words. Maybe you were wrong in expecting him to return at least once in the next week, yet he did not and your health was deteriorating even worse during the time. Pure white petals spilling out easily, but it was not long until they were pink, and soon red. You were getting worse, maybe three or four days maximum, your doctor told you. It was your lovely nurse that encouraged you to write the letter, a letter to him. Maybe she had dealt with this before, or possibly she just happened to recognize your lingering looks. Yet, she knew, and it was because of her you wrote the letter.

As it got worse, the doctors saying the roots had overtaken your lungs, predicting only hours left, you reconsidered your letter. Maybe it was some remorse of what might happen if he reads the letter. Yet, truthfully, after all of this, you expected him to more than likely just throw it away, as he seemed to do to your friendship.

Despite your thoughts, the letter ended up in his hands only two days after that fateful day.

To say he was confused when he was called to the hospital, was an understatement. After what he said to you, he did not think you would want to see him for at least another week. You were always good at that, holding grudges. He was shocked when he entered your hospital room, seeing an empty bed, freshly folded linens, and a letter with his name written on it.

“That’s for you.” The nurse said simply, as she placed the now clean pillows on the bed, before leaving room.

After she left, was when he opened the letter, and started reading it to himself.

“If you are reading this, that means the nurse gave you the letter as I requested her to do after my passing. If I ain’t dead yet, put this letter back up and open it and read it when I’m dead. It’s been about two weeks, as I’m writing this, and you haven’t visited once, it doesn’t surprise me though, you never were one to confront things that you’ve done wrong. I had promised myself that I wouldn’t forgive you unless you came begging on your hands and knees, as you often said you’d do for forgiveness when you did something horrible. Yet, as days passed and you hadn’t came, as my nurse said you removed yourself from my emergency contacts, as you gave up on me, I found myself hating you. Hating my best friend, or who I thought was my best friend. What happened to those days, the days where we said we’d be together forever through whatever. While writing this, I considered ruining a relationship, but ultimately was talked out of it. You always got mad when I wouldn’t tell you who it was that caused this, you’d tell me that anyone would return my feelings, because who wouldn’t like me. I never listened to you however, nearing the end, I know that pissed you off more than anything, but I still wouldn’t budge. How could I tell the person and ruin their relationship. What is a best friend since childhood when compared to the love of their life for the past five years, nothing but a homewrecker. Maybe I should have told you to your face, or maybe never told you, yet here I am writing this letter. It was about seven years ago I started realizing my feelings towards them, I wanted to ask them out, but feared ruining and ending the friendship. It was five years ago they met her, their girlfriend, and well now fiancee. Who am I to ruin their plans. Who am I to cause strife between him and the one he loves. When he asked me to be the best woman at his wedding, I honestly hesitated, and I remember he was confused, unsure of why I didn’t immediately say yes. Part of me knew this would just make me worse, all chances I had to get better gone, but I said yes anyways. Your wedding isn’t for another three months, at least three months when I’m writing this, but it seems you might have to push it back once more, since I won’t be able to be there for my part. Ziyang, we always promised each other to be truthful and honest to the other. To never keep secrets from the other, especially ones that might hurt the other. This will probably hurt you, but I felt like telling you to your face would hurt me more. You often told me to tell who I liked in hopes it might stop, but I doubt you expected the truth when you were telling me that. The truth was that person was you, as you probably can guess from what I’ve written in this letter so far.. Maybe I should have told you to your face, rather than through this coffee stained crappily handwritten note, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell you to your face knowing that doing so might lead to the ruining of our friendship, but it seems our friendship was already ruined. A part of me feels this might alter your wedding plans, yet, I hope it doesn’t. You love her, I can tell you do, don’t let this confession that is coming a little too late change that. Maybe I shouldn’t have written this letter to you, but I’m not gonna let this hour I’ve spent deciding what to write go to waste. You probably expected me to reveal someone you vaguely knew or never knew so you could go beat him up or something, you were always like that, ready and willing to fight anyone that disrespected or hurt me. Yet, it was you. As I write this, I realize how stupid I was to not tell you when we were younger, but I can’t take that decision back. I can only hope you get what you wanted, get married to her, start the family you’ve always wanted, I just hope you are happy. Since even though I can’t be, I just want you to be happy.”

He did not know what to expect as he read it, but once he started, he finally realized what it was. The now tear stained letter told him everything he needed to know, answering so many questions. Despite all the things running around in his mind at that point, there was only one thing he could think. You never realize who the best people in your life is, until they are gone

[sereiaxz]

📷🌧🌃

[baka-writings]

𝕆ℕ𝔼ℝ ℝ𝕖𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕩𝕪 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥 𝕘𝕖𝕥𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕

Warnings: smutty, maybe language and Mu Ziyang..

Summary: You're in a club/party, both of you under the influence of alcohol and the party itself, dancing to some songs and well..it gets heated

Also this is without Bu Fan Fan, If you'd want him too I can make a separate post😌

Also² i have no idea what this is, it's a mess so am i.. i'm sorry

all gif cr. to owners

𝕐𝕦𝕖 𝕐𝕦𝕖

he knew it'll be trouble when you accepted the party invitation to Qin Fen's weird party

but you managed to talk him into it, would call him an old man if he was ruining your party vibes

and he'd not like that

while you were having fun with Fen, who was getting you drunk, he was drinking with his friends

and yes at that time the trouble appeared

after a few shots you'd find yourself dancing with him to some weird suggestive songs, not realising your touch makes him horny two times as fast since he's drunk

the alcohol would make you both kinda forget you were in public

his hands would pull your hips closer as he'd be back hugging you and move his hips so you can feel his hard i want to feel it honestly

his hands would roam all over you body while still moving to the rhythm of the song

he'd whisper some dirty shit into your ears

you'd have to sober up a bit if you don't want to be fucked right there and tell him control himself for a bit longer until you get home

he'd do that yeah, but would not be able to eye fuck you tbh

NSFW part ahead

Okay so when you got home, he pinned you to the nearest wall with so much force it'd almost make you unconscious. He wouldn't do it on purpose of course, but he'd still be tipsy from the alcohol. He'd start giving you sloppy kisses while quickly undressing you. Since you're tipsy too, these actions would be enough to make you moan and turning him on even more if that's possible.

"Fuck me already" you managed to breathe out in-between his kisses and touches. He smirked at you and did his ✨best✨ to slam himself into you. Lovely.

He'd be fucking you against that wall until you both come, then still keeping himself inside you and taking you to somewhere else for a few more rounds. Just to show you he is not an old man he is.

The next morning he'd be kinda embarrassed, but also lowkey cocky. Embarrassed because he let the alcohol to lead him and cocky because well... he showed you he ain't old.

𝕄𝕦 ℤ𝕚𝕪𝕒𝕟𝕘

ooof

okay let's say you went to a club to celebrate oner's comeback

as it naturally goes, both of you got some drink together with his members too

but both of you are responsible drinkers, so in this case the alcohol wouldn't play as much of a role

honestly I don't think anyone would need alcohol to be seduced/charmed by this man 😏

one of his favorite songs started playing, which was obviously the sexiest song you've ever heard befor

just because it's Ziyang

and he of course dragged you with him

you'd start dancing casually, yet seductively

however after some time he'd start giving you looks similar to that in gif

I'm not afraid to say even more dangerous ones

he'd not be ashamed to move his towards you in a very naughty way

you on the other hand would like that way too much than you'd ever admit to him

by the end of the song, both of you'd be turned on and a small quick look at him would tell you that he's not done yet

NSFW part ahead

He then grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the nearest restroom, not even locking the door. The idea of getting caught would high-key arouse him not gonna lie.

He'd then attack you with his whole body, not giving you any time to protest or something. Well since you don't have much time he wouldn't bother undressing you, not yet anyway.

He'd most likely pin you against the door and fuck you quick but hard, his lips and teeth on your neck and leaving marks. He'd not care If you were loud, I'm not afraid to say he'd even want you to be loud. He would give you the same dangerous look but would add some smirk to it during his last thrusts before he cums. Honestly I think he would not even wait for you to come and be a little shit and finish it when you get home. But the fact he'd keep you unfinished for such a long time is rude. So he better make it up.

𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕠

oh god this child pls save him

he's frankly new to all of this alcohol shit and that's why he gets drunk easily

and it'd be this case as well

you'd be casually dancing with Ziyi and chatting with him as you were long time friends

when drunk Didi storms there and clings onto you while dances away with you in his arms

you'd ask him what the hell is he doing, but no answer

he'd be just back-hugging you while slowly dancing with you in his arms

you were confused on the fullest level as this was not the typical Ling Chao

you were thinking about it way too much that you didn't notice the song change to a sensual one

but well Didi would notice right away, maybe because he'd be in mood before that anyway

as he's dancing with you, his arousal pretty much poking your lower back, he'd whisper some weird shit into your ears

not weird in general, but weird coming from him him

honestly you'd be lowkey turned on by all of this not gonna lie

but on the other hand you'd be a bit embarrassed to even admit that you want him and his horny self to pleasure you

NSFW part ahead

After ages of his whining about how much he wanted you, you finally gave in. Since the party was in one of your friend's house, there was plenty of free rooms. You dragged him to one of them, quickly locked the door and attacked his cute face with kisses. You wouldn't bother undressing him, maybe later, as you knew where you were going.

You dropped on your knees, kissed his still clothed arousal, earning a a high moan from him. To that you smirked and continued your way to his dick.

You took him fully into your mouth, moving your head in a slow pace while your tongue was teasing him. He'd enjoy that too much, judging by his moans. Since he's needy, he'd grab your hair, but only lowkey motion you to go faster. Which you'd of course do. No time for teasing right now.

With a few more licks and sucks he came into your mouth, making him embarrassed as he was starting to sober up.

While you were cleaning yourself up, he'd shyly speak up and maybe apologize for "demanding sexual stuff". You'd have to tell him it's okay and it wasn't demanding at all... And maybe that you can continue when you get home.

𝔹𝕆ℕ𝕌𝕊:

[seungbo-today]

200727 | © ONER Weibo Update

[idolproducerincorrect]

Ziyang: We all want them gone, why do I have to be the bad guy?

Ling Chao: I don’t know, why am I the pretty one? We all have our thing.

[incorrectk-popquotes]

Didi: [Is visibly upset]

Ziyang: Didi, what happened?! I haven't seen you this upset since you found out Candyland wasn't a real country.

[choicearmystay]

[forzhengting]

nongnong met up with ziyang !!!

look how happy they are i'm so soft 🥺

[dear-didi]

[bevanjun]

[190409] Oner Official Weibo Update

We stan models 😎

[sereiaxz]

I love my Oner boys so much

[baka-writings]

𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤?

[evanism88]

ONER《ALL FALLS DOWN》

[cheap-pack-of-cigarettes]

[bunnydaisy]

this video of Mu Ziyang is the death of me.

© in the video

[choicearmystay]