#kim woosung face

[roseband]

woosung // back to me

[mangowillow]

last to know | ch. 2: as always, even now

pairing: jungkook x (f) reader / kim woosung x (f) reader

summary: you and jeongguk got together at 16 years old, married at 20, and divorced at 21. what was once love ever after turned into nothing but pain and unfulfilled dreams. you keep going despite the pain in your heart that never really went away, until one day, jungkook comes back— to seoul and in your life.

general story tags: divorce au, childhood friends, angst, hurt & eventual comfort, kind of a slow burn, OC is an adopted child in this fic, a lot of flashbacks later on because context is important; and the others that a lot of people seem to dislike: a love triangle and a LOT of miscommunication. look away if this isn't your thing. tags and warnings will be updated as we go along with each chapter!

warnings: mentions of weight loss and a hospital, jeongguk has a panic attack (semi-detailed), problematic parent-child dynamics. let me know if i miss anything and please be kind!

word count: 5.3k

author's note: *peeks into the void* why hello there! let's pretend i didn't disappear off the face of the earth. earlier this year i went to see The Rose live for their dawn to dusk tour and it was so much fun! there's just a lot of things that have happened and continue to do so; please accept my sincerest apologies for being inconsistent! BUT. know that i haven't forgotten about this story. heh.

also a few more things: ♡ to put things into perspective: jeongguk, OC/reader, and woosung are all the same age; that also means they're as old as seokjin and yoongi in this fic. all the other members maintain their age. honorifics may or may not appear at times. if that bothers you, well, can't please everybody! ♡ this fic isn't beta'd nor proofread by anyone. we go rogue, always.

tags for interested readers will be open for as long as this fic is ongoing! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference!

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Woosung plants a big, sloppy kiss on your cheek and giggles.

Looking at him, you ask, “What was that for?”

“Do I need a reason?” Woosung teases as he chews on his jjajangmyeon. You chuckle at his candidness and reach out to wipe the sauce that landed on the corner of his lip. The both of you resorted to sitting on the floor, surrounded by boxes, using one of them as a makeshift table to place the food.

“I’m really happy you got to come today,” you muse, enjoying Woosung’s calming presence as he delicately places a piece of chicken karaage on your noodle bowl before setting his own down. You haven’t seen him for a few days because he needed to get some new music done in preparation for his application to a recording agency as a performer and a producer. You were more than happy to support him in any way you could, including giving him his space to figure things out. It was also who Woosung was— a quiet soul who liked working in solitude. 

You and Woosung are so much alike.

“Why? Did you think I’d forget?” Woosung teases, a smirk playing on his lips. 

“No, I just thought… maybe you needed more time to prepare for your application. That’s important.”

Woosung gently shakes his head, ready to disagree— “Nothing will ever be as important to me as you.”

A slight pink dusted your cheeks. You didn’t expect him to be this cheesy so early in the morning so you smile and cast your eyes back down to your meal. 

“... I do have news for you, babe.” Woosung starts. He turns his body to face you. Giving your hundred percent attention, you cut the noodles with your teeth and place the bowl down. Wiping your mouth with a napkin, you hum at his statement, “What is it?”

Woosung smiles and looks at you lovingly. You feel a bit self-conscious every time he stares at you so intensely and like clockwork, you feel your cheeks heat up. 

“I got the job, sweetheart.”

Hearing the news leave his lips leaves you surprised— your hands fly to your mouth and your eyes start to water. “R-really?” Woosung nods and chuckles through his own teary eyes, you throw yourself at him to give him a tight hug. “Woosung, oh my god— this is— “ you hold him by the shoulders, explore every inch of his face, elation in both of your hearts— “this is great, oh gosh I am so happy for you,” you hug him again. 

You feel Woosung’s body relax instantly in your hold; it has been a journey, walking with Woosung through his own painful moments struggling with his art and passion. Two years ago, he came to Seoul desperately needing a break from life and music after many unsuccessful attempts to make it into the music industry back home in the United States. Although he and his bandmates have put out several songs in the past, they never really gained as much traction with an audience as they had hoped. Going back home to his roots in South Korea also meant leaving his bandmates behind— they have been nothing but supportive of him and his time as they also needed to re-assess their own lives and figure out what they truly wanted. 

Two years ago, Woosung also met you. Both your lives changed ever since.

“Thank you for all your support, ____… you know I wouldn’t have been able to get through all this if it weren’t for you.” Woosung whispers, tightening his hold on your waist. You feel this, you feel everything when it comes to him— so you wrap your arms tighter around him, too. “This is all you, babe. This is all your hard work.”

You both stay that way for a while. Unspoken words are left hanging, as well. You both know well what might become of all this as you always try to communicate. You believe it is what has sustained your relationship for so long. 

Both of you know that Woosung will always belong to music— it’s his dream and the reason why he took so many risks along the way. It was only a matter of when. The possibilities have always been there— should there be a moment where Woosung would return to his career, to his band, to becoming a global star. The fears that come along with those possibilities were also ever-present: what you and Woosung’s future would look like. 

All of these thoughts come rushing to the both of you, but neither of you said anything.

For now, the both of you are happy. And that is enough.

When you parted from each other, you pushed away some of the hair that fell over Woosung’s eyes. “When do you start?”

Woosung takes a deep breath, “As soon as the higher-ups get settled in. I’ve been told they’ve recently landed in Seoul so it shouldn’t be too long now. I’ll be meeting with the owners and one of them is the lead producer. I heard he was a genius, but also a bit scary. They’ve also given me a signing bonus and a potential collaboration with him… that was new… he said they liked my work so much…”

“Wow, that… that sounds so exciting, baby. How are you feeling about all of this?”

“I’m nervous, for the most part,” Woosung murmurs, readjusting the collar of his shirt. It’s been a while since I talked to someone else about music professionally and… this company— I’ve heard so many wonderful things about it. For one, it was built by musicians, too. So I’m hoping they’re not just doing all of it for the business.” 

You smile warmly at Woosung and hold his hands. “You’re going to do great, you know that, right?”

Woosung draws in a breath and nods before meeting your eyes. 

That night, Woosung couldn’t sleep. He watches over you as you dream and when a strand of your hair falls on your face after moving a bit, he tucks it behind your ear. His fingers lightly dance while grazing the side of your face. Woosung sighs as a feeling of anxiety starts to creep into his heart. He loves change, but he cannot help but feel somewhat scared about it anyway. He gets so lost in his thoughts about you that he doesn’t notice you wake up.

“Baby, hey… you’re still awake.”

Your voice brings Woosung back to the present. Seeing your sleepy eyes under the sliver of moonlight that passes through your window makes his heart do a mini somersault— it always does.

“Hmm… I couldn’t sleep,” Woosung says. You scoot closer to him, his arm going under your shoulders to support your body in an embrace. 

“Tell me what’s on your mind,” you whisper, eyes closed, inhaling his scent— him. 

“Just… things. I’m not sure how to articulate them yet…”

You hum, “Then I’ll just stay like this with you to keep you warm… warmth helps you sleep, right?”

Woosung nods, bringing your body closer to his. “Hm… especially your warmth.” Seconds later, he feels you breathe deeper, letting him know that you’re about to let yourself succumb to sleep once more. “I love you.”

When no response came from you, Woosung closed his eyes. Then suddenly, in the stillness of the night, he feels your hand squeeze his ever so lightly.

“I love you, too.”

“Hyung, I think that’s the salt—” Jimin starts.

Seokjin snorts, stopping with the shaker in his hand mid-air, “What do you mean, Jimin-ah, I think I know the difference between salt and sugar.” He was about to potentially put salt on the croffle in front of him, leaving Jimin feeling both very nervous and distressed.

“Last time, I remember you put the sugar in a different container because a customer accidentally broke the original shaker. The color of the cap was blue, not red. This—” he pointed at the shaker Seokjin was holding, “— is obviously not blue.”

“Yah, that happened last week, but I already switched them out two days ago—” Seokjin tries to argue.

They didn’t notice Woosung enter the cafe until he spoke, “Why don’t you just taste it?”

“Oh hey, Woosung-hyung,” Jimin greets.

“Hey, Jimin. Good to see you,” Woosung replies as Jimin nods, his eyes turning into crescents as soon as he smiles.

Seokjin scoffs once more before greeting Woosung, but he relents and tastes whatever is inside the shaker. When he makes a funny face, Jimin and Woosung chuckle.

“Told ya, hyung. Tell us I saved your life.”

“I can’t believe this is salt, I knew I already switched it out—”

With possible disaster averted, Jimin doesn’t listen to Seokjin’s monologue anymore, “You’re here early today, hyung. Would you like to order the usual?”

“Actually, I am here to buy a mango parfait… ____’s fridge is crazy cold and the frozen mangoes are, well, too frozen. I might actually break the blender. I also forgot to make her usual overnight oats. We had to move a lot of things very quickly yesterday so she could have a bed to sleep on.”

“I got you, hyung. We just finished making a fresh batch of parfaits. Do you want one, too?” Jimin asks.

“Are there other flavors?”

“Blueberry and strawberry,” Seokjin adds.

“I’ll take one blueberry, then. Thanks.” Woosung gets ready to pay, but Seokjin waves him away. “It’s on the house.”

“You always give us free stuff, Seokjin—” Woosung tries to argue, but Seokjin shakes his head immediately.

“Taking care of my sister is more than enough, Woosung-ah.”

Woosung gives Seokjin a tight smile and nods. Seokjin then asks, albeit softer, “How is she doing lately?”

“She’s doing better,” Woosung reassures. “She has been painting more recently; not just because of her job at the university, but also at home. We’re going to set up her studio today so it should be fun.”

“That’s good to hear, right hyung?” Jimin turns to Seokjin, who nods. Jimin hands Woosung a paper bag with the parfaits. “I put some new desserts we’re experimenting with. Please give them a try.”

Woosung peeks at the paper bag and sees croissants and greenish muffins, presumably matcha-flavored. “Oh wow, thank you Jimin… I won’t take up too much of your time, guys. ____ is still sleeping and I need to clean up the mango disaster I left on her kitchen counter before she wakes up.”

Seokjin chuckles, “You really came all the way here for parfaits when you could have bought these anywhere near ____’s apartment.”

“Ah, but nothing beats your parfaits, Seokjin. A wise man once told me that,” Woosung smiles. He and Seokjin instantly formed a bond the moment they met two years ago, much to your relief. You’ve always been nervous to tell your brother anything remotely new about your love life— and you understand where he is coming from.

“Well whoever that wise man is must be pretty smart,” Seokjin replies. His eyes soften right afterward. “Go. Let’s have a drink sometime, yeah?”

“Sure thing,” Woosung waves goodbye to Seokjin and Jimin.

Jeongguk walks the hallway of the recording studio, still groggy from sleep. Hands in his pockets, he stood outside Yoongi’s door, staring at his peculiar mat: a cat with its middle finger raised, the words ‘fuck off’ glaring at him. Figures, he thought. A doormat won’t stop him from ringing Yoongi’s doorbell, though.

“Who is it?” he hears Yoongi call out.

“It’s your favorite person in the whole wide world,” Jeongguk says, sarcasm lacing his voice. He pinched the bridge of his nose; a habit he developed in college whenever he felt the exhaustion seep out of him. He hears scuffling from the other side of the door until the sound of the door’s automatic lock rings. Jeongguk sees Yoongi clad in a plaid shirt, ripped jeans, and a gray beanie— his signature style. 

“Dumbass,” Yoongi mutters under his breath before turning his back to return to his equipment. “Good morning to you too,” Jeongguk teases as he closes the door behind him. 

“How are you already set up? It’s barely a day since we arrived!”

Yoongi chooses not to respond. 

“You’re kidding me, right?” Jeongguk asks in disbelief. “Please tell me you at least went home to get your shit sorted? Or maybe sleep like normal human beings do?”

“I did… for a brief moment, maybe?” Yoongi starts.

Jeongguk shakes his head, “You have to stop spreading yourself thin, Yoongi. It’ll be the death of you.”

Yoongi fiddles with a few knobs on the synthesizer before muttering, “That doesn’t seem so bad— spreading myself too thin, that is.”

Jeongguk throws his hands up in surrender and rolls his eyes.

“Have I succeeded in frustrating you to hell and back, yet?” Yoongi smirks while continuing to flit his eyes through the numerous screens in front of him.

Jeongguk was about to say something but then the door alarm clicked. Kim Namjoon’s head peeks out from behind the door.

“I came to say my welcome remarks,” Namjoon says as he lets himself in. Jeongguk’s mouth falls open because he couldn’t believe Namjoon could just easily waltz in without any resistance. What’s even more astounding was that he knew Yoongi’s passcode— while he, on the other hand, had to ring the fucking doorbell.

“Oh, great. So your boyfriend knows your passcode and I don’t?” Jeongguk asks.

“He isn’t my boyfriend,” Yoongi states, matter-of-factly. Jeongguk couldn’t help but glance at Namjoon’s way, who seemed unfazed.

“Right, and I’m Neil Armstrong,” Jeongguk plops down on the couch.

“You’re the CEO, Jeongguk, of course, you should know the passcode… right, Yoongi?” says Namjoon, ever the oblivious one. 

Yoongi continues to do work on his computer, his fingers deftly flying across his keyboard, “Don’t encourage him, Namjoon.”

Namjoon looks back at Jeongguk who has now taken an interest in the plant beside the couch. When they met each other’s eyes, Namjoon just shrugged, his dimples showing. 

“How was your flight, you guys? I hope everything was easy peasy.”

“Easy peasy lemon squeezy,” Jeongguk responds. “Not sure about Yoongi here though. He looked like he was about to puke.”

“Shut up,” Yoongi retaliates.

“I can’t imagine the both of you tolerating each other while in another country. It’s a miracle this production company is still standing upright,” Namjoon says chuckling. 

Namjoon met Jeongguk first in university while they studied in New York. Although Jeongguk was a business student and Namjoon double majored in music theory and composition, they ran into each other at a frat party-— with Jeongguk being drunk off his ass. He was about to fall into the pool full of piss (which the other frat members thought was funny) when Namjoon saved him in the nick of time. 

Apart from Yoongi, Namjoon also served as Jeongguk’s confidant, especially after things went south between you and Jeongguk. When the dust settled and Jeongguk was sober enough to realize the gravity of his mistakes, Namjoon helped Yoongi pick up the pieces of Jeongguk’s brokenness. As with time passing by, Namjoon and Yoongi started to develop into something more, too. Much to Jeongguk’s delight and envy.

However, neither Yoongi nor Namjoon has admitted their feelings to the other. And truth be told, Jeongguk is sick of them dancing around each other.

But he also knows it’s none of his business.

“Hey, Jeongguk, is that family dinner of yours still happening tonight?” Yoongi decides to ask. Also probably to change the subject.

Jeongguk lets out a deep sigh. “Yes, it is.”

“Ouch. Will you be alright?” Namjoon asks out of genuine concern.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“You always have a choice, Jeongguk-ah,” Yoongi inserts. “You just need to work on making the right ones.”

Jeongguk slacks his jaw and runs his tongue across his lip ring. He doesn’t really have an answer to that.

Because once again, Yoongi was right. Not just about the damn family dinner; Jeongguk also knows his best friend’s words run deeper and imply a whole lot more than just feeling forced to sit down with his parents over steak and champagne.

“See you on the other side, then,” Namjoon says as he pats Jeongguk on the shoulder before leaving the room.

Jeongguk mulled over bringing flowers to the family dinner but decided against it.

He knows that the house would be filled with them, anyway. And his efforts won’t matter, either.

As he got out of his car, a chauffeur was already by his side ready to take his keys for him. When the car drove off, Jeongguk took a moment to look at the house he hadn’t lived in for years. It feels odd to come home; it feels even odder to feel numb about all of it.

It took Jeongguk a few seconds to ring the doorbell; for god’s sake, it was his house too, he thought. Ringing the doorbell meant he was a stranger— which he felt was appropriate.

He was greeted by a new housekeeper. He gave her a nod before stepping inside. Almost instantly, his mother appeared at the top of the staircase. They look at one another for a moment, before his mother breaks the silence.

“You finally decide to show yourself.”

Jeongguk doesn’t move. Doesn’t respond, either. He was prepared for a stare-off match with his mother, but that was until his father showed up from the kitchen. With a dish towel in hand, Jeongguk’s father smiled at him as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder.

“It’s so good to see you, son.”

Jeongguk, once more, doesn’t have it in him to respond.

At the dinner table, the silence was so loud, that Jeongguk thought it could break glass.

“Did you settle in fine, Jeongguk?” his father asks.

“Yes, father, I did.”

“You should have chosen a place that was nearer to us, Jeongguk,” his mother chides.

“Honey…” Jeongguk’s father tries to put out a fire that is about to ignite. Jeongguk, on the other hand, was so tired from the flight and emotionally, that he felt a need to retaliate.

Because why not? Whether he speaks up or not wasn’t really up to him. Between him and his mother, he has nothing to lose.

“I don’t know, mother, I chose that place because I wanted to get away from here as much as possible.” Jeongguk remarks. He knows he hit a nerve because his mother downed her champagne rather than respond.

“How is the company going, son? Everything doing alright?” his father asks, trying to mitigate a conflict that neither of them could recover from.

“I guess. Yoongi and I haven’t managed to burn anything so that’s nice,” Jeongguk eats a spoonful of mashed potato. He knows he really needs to shut up and regulate his emotions, but he just can’t help but be sarcastic.

Once more, the silence won. However, Jeongguk’s mother is the type to not back down.

“You should think about getting married soon, Jeongguk—” she starts. Jeongguk feels himself grow cold as if on instinct. 

“—and this time, we want you to marry someone your level,” she finishes. Jeongguk felt his heart twisting so painfully that he didn’t notice how tight he held on to his cutlery.

Jeongguk swallows the once-repressed pain that used to consume him whole. He knows this is futile because he never dares to face his regrets square in the face. Instead, he allows the pain to make him angry. He allows his resentment to consume him in ways he doesn’t know how to handle and in a pained effort to avoid causing further damage, he remains quiet. Unresponsive. Cold. Withdrawn.

But his own mother is even more cold-hearted than he is. She is the one who made him like this.

It’s her fault.

“You need to marry a good woman who can keep up with your social status. Remember you’re not just anyone, Jeongguk. You’re a Jeon. And you have a legacy to uphold,” his mother condescends. 

Tears start to sting Jeongguk’s eyes, but he doesn’t want to let his mother win. So he keeps still.

“I have a few prospects for you, dear. We should set dates for them, don’t you think so? I chose the most refined and educated—” Jeongguk hates how his mother knows how to push his buttons and hurt him.

He knows that his mother knows his ultimate weakness.

You.

And because his mother cannot contain her insecurities and prejudice, she projects it all on her son. But most especially, you— whether you were in the room or not.

Jeongguk’s mother continues her monologue. His father miserably fails to become the referee (he always does). Heat starts to rise Jeongguk’s neck and he swears he could hear his own blood pumping through his ears. What almost immediately follows is the high-pitched ringing that only he can hear. 

Jeongguk starts to feel dizzy; like he’s about to lose control.

But instead of releasing, instead of crying, instead of getting angry— he does none of them. 

He finds himself standing up, his hands dragging the plate full of food to the ground. With all his might, Jeongguk tries to breathe deeply.

“That’s enough, mom.” Jeongguk croaks. A tear escapes his eye. “Please.”

Jeongguk rarely addresses her as “mom”. But in times of vulnerability and helplessness, it’s the term he ends up using.

“As I expected… you are still weak, Jeongguk.” his mother states with absolutely no remorse.

Jeongguk feels like he is about to throw up. To save himself, he drags his legs to leave the dining area. Housekeepers try to help him, but he brushes them aside. Security guards around the house up until the gate tried to support him, but Jeongguk just waved them all off.

He just needed to get away before his vision completely blurred. He needed to get out of this godforsaken house.

It was a miracle that Jeongguk got far away from the house as he had. But in doing so, he felt physically weaker and weaker. His mind isn’t done with him yet as thoughts of you start to resurface. His chest starts to tighten again. He feels cold and afraid and tired.

Jeongguk falls to his knees on the side of the road; he allows his body to go limp and fall to the ground. 

He barely remembers what happened next.

When Jeongguk opens his eyes, bright, stale lights greet him. 

He hears beeping, faint footsteps, a voice over an intercom.

He feels something brushing his leg so gently that it takes him a while before realizing that someone is standing over him, wiping the edge of his slacks.

Jeongguk squints his eyes to get a better look at the person touching his leg. When he tries to elevate his upper body, the person in front of him feels him moving.

Jeongguk couldn’t believe who he was seeing. His panic attack must still be happening because it was impossible.

It was you.

“Oh… hi,” you start. Jeongguk is at a loss for words so he continues to stare at you.

You immediately feel self-conscious so you start to wrangle the damp cloth you were holding. 

“Are you okay? Hang on, I’ll call the nurse—”

You start to leave, but Jeongguk catches your wrist. He doesn’t know what he’s doing. You look at his hand on your wrist before Jeongguk lets go of it.

“W-what happened?”

“You’re at the hospital… um, I– I got a call from them saying you were here,” you say.

Jeongguk’s eyebrows met. He is still confused as to how or why the hospital would call you. As he looks at you, in the flesh, in front of him, the familiar ache in his chest threatens to overwhelm him again.

You look as beautiful as ever, even more so than the last time he saw you. The last time he did, you were crying to him. He did that to you. That was his fault.

“Are you hurt, anywhere, Jeongguk? I think I need to call your doctor, just give me a second—”

“No… please. I’m okay. I don’t feel any pain.” Except for my broken heart.

“Oh… okay.”

Jeongguk observes you, more particularly your hands. You still have that habit of fiddling with your fingers when you didn’t know what to do, he thinks. 

“H-how did the hospital call you? You didn’t change your number?” Jeongguk is a hundred percent sure his choice of questions was dumb, but he doesn’t have any idea as to why you’re here.

“The hospital told me I was your emergency contact… they uh– they only found your wallet on you and found this,” you explain as you handed him his wallet. Inside was an old piece of paper with your emergency contact number and e-mail address.

“The e-mail address is now defunct, but my number is still the same because I had it reactivated when I came back here…”

When I came back here, Jeongguk repeated to himself. 

Jeongguk wanted to ask you a million questions, but his throat feels dry and he is unable to speak. 

“I um, I also called Yoongi. He should be here any minute,” you continue. When Jeongguk looks at you funny, you give him a small smile— the first one you’ve given him since he woke up. “We talk sometimes.”

There is a lot of information that Jeongguk needs to process but his head hurts a lot and he makes a mental note to interrogate his friend later.

You move to grab and open the plastic bag that is on the bedside table. You pull out a pair of black socks. Jeongguk sees you hesitate a bit before speaking again.

“I got these across the street… your socks got wet from the rain.”

“Oh.” Jeongguk feels really dumb.

“May I?” you tentatively ask. “Your feet will get cold if we don’t—and you have the IV on so you won’t be able to use your hands—”

“It’s okay…” Jeongguk’s response startles you. “Thank you.”

You nod and sit by his feet to put on the new socks. Jeongguk feels the tears again but he tries to hold them back as he feels your touch and your warm fingers graze his bare, cold skin. When you’re done putting them on him, you smile to yourself.

“Does that feel better?” you ask.

Jeongguk nods and hums. He took his time to look at you and to his mild surprise, you reciprocated. A sense of stillness seemed to occur like time stopped just so Jeongguk could fully take in the sight of you.

He hurriedly tries his best to memorize all your features—old and new. Your face is smaller, your cheekbones higher; both indicative of you losing a bit of weight since he saw you last. Your eyes are softer, but also more tired. You also grew out your hair. 

To Jeongguk, you are still so beautiful.

And he missed you so much that his heart hurt again at the thought of losing you.

“How are y—” Jeongguk tries to ask, but the door to his hospital room slid open, revealing a disheveled Yoongi.

“Jeongguk, are you okay? What happened?”

Jeongguk notices you quickly moving aside to give Yoongi room. 

“I’m fine, Yoongi. I guess I just passed out and—”

“You had another panic attack, Jeongguk. That’s the second time this week. Have you taken your medication?”

Yoongi’s string of questions had Jeongguk feeling anxious. He just had the unexpected chance of seeing you again but under the most dire circumstances. Surely, it wasn’t the time for you to hear about his mental health issues.

“Yoongi, can we—” Jeongguk tried to save face, but Yoongi was faster. 

Yoongi turns to you and hugs you. “I’m sorry, ____, you must have been so confused.”

“No, not at all, I’m… I’m glad I could be of help,” you reassure. More so for Jeongguk because you know this must be very awkward for him. 

A bit of awkwardness did happen because none of you spoke for a bit. Your phone ringing was the only saving grace.

“Hello? Oh, okay. I’ll be right out,” you answer the other person on the line. Hanging up, you say, “Um… I should get going.”

“Is someone picking you up?” Yoongi asks.

“Yes, Taehyung’s just a few minutes away,” you answer.

Yoongi nods and pulls you in for another hug. He whispers his thanks and you respond by hugging him tighter.

You also approach Jeongguk a little closer. “Take care of yourself, Jeongguk.” You see the pain in his eyes, but you refuse to acknowledge it to yourself, even if Jeongguk’s eyes were brimming with unshed tears and his nose was already pink.

Jeongguk doesn’t want you to go. But again, he has no choice but to let you.

“You too, ____.”

As soon as you close the door, Jeongguk allows his tears to fall.

As soon as you get into the car, Taehyung asks his questions.

“Why the hell did you just come out of a hospital?”

“Tae—”

“Are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere? You’re the only one there? What happened?” You can feel the panic rising in Taehyung as he inspects you, but you just chuckle.

“Yah—you laugh?”

“I’m fine, Taehyung,” you tell him but he doesn’t look convinced. “I really am.”

“Then why were you in there?”

“I saw Jeongguk again, Tae,” you calmly respond.

Taehyung freezes. “You’re joking, right?”

“I’m not,” you answer.

“And you’re… are you okay?”

“I am.”

Taehyung knows you better than that but he gives you a pass because he could also tell you were tired and your short answers mean that you didn’t want to talk just yet.

“Do you want to talk about it over ice cream and fries?”

For a second, you felt tempted, but you just also wanted to go home. “Maybe some other time, Taehyung.”

Taehyung understands immediately and nods. “Should I take you to Woosung hyung or do I take you home?”

You do want to see Woosung because you know he is what you need, but you also don’t want to burden him with a bombshell of an event so you opt to be alone for the night. “Take me home, please.”

“Okay, ____,” Taehyung answers.

The rest of the car ride was a quiet one.

The short walk in the hallway leading to your home is a heavy one. As you punch in your passcode, you deeply sigh. You want nothing more than to collapse on the bed and ruminate on what just happened over the past few hours.

However, the moment you open the door, a wave of delicious scents welcomes you home. As you take off your shoes, you see a familiar pair. You smile to yourself as you place yours beside it. 

You enter your home further and see Woosung with his back to you, working his way in the kitchen. As if on cue, Woosung turns around and walks toward you. 

“Hey you,” you say with a smile.

“Hi,” Woosung responds, gathering you in his arms and pulling you into a tight embrace. “Did you have a good day, today?”

You feel yourself swallow once before nodding. Woosung, ever the sensitive boyfriend, holds you tighter.

You know you can’t hide from him. So you hold on to him tighter, too.

And you allow yourself to break down and cry.

Woosung feels your body shake and he runs his hand across your back to soothe you. 

He may not know what’s going on right now, but he also knows you will talk to him when you’re ready. So he continues to embrace you; kissing the side of your head after a while.

Woosung whispers against your ear, “You’re safe with me, sweetheart.”

taglist: @whoa-jo @nays2112 @junecat18 @jk97bam @butterymin @smdnai

tags for interested readers will be open for as long as this fic is ongoing! let me know in the comments or message me, whatever fits your preference!

[key201303]

Kim Woosung NSFW A-Z

Warnings: NSFW content, smut, +18 content.

A/N. I'm so in love with these four men 🥹

A - AFTERCARE.

Woosung can be the sweetest human being at the same time he can be the sassiest. I believe he would take the aftercare really seriously like any other interaction you have with each other because he believes in quality relationships more than anything else. Soft touches and butterfly kisses are something in his list of to do’s when it comes to an aftercare. And if he was a bit too rough he would definitely take good care of you afterwards while teasing you.

B - BODY PART.

This boy is so confident he literally loves everything about himself. Not like he was born that way, it was a lot of self work and your work of praising him which led to that but you really loved seeing him being confident about his body.

In you he just loved every single inch of your body. He always said he didn’t have the right to give an opinion about anybody’s body, even less if it was you who we talked about. You were just beautiful in his sight and that was more than enough.

C - CUM.

You could never know. He’s so random and loves to experience new stuff so he would just ask you if he can try a new spot every time you had sex so he could choose his favorite. But for now I believe his favorite place is either your chest or your stomach.

D - DIRTY SECRET.

He fantasizes a lot about you waking him up with a good morning sex session. It is just so hot to think about it and such a great way to start a day. He tried to let you know but even though he might look pretty brave and open to talk about this kind of stuff, he became quite shy about asking you to wake him up with a soft massage to his cock.

E - EXPERIENCE.

I believe that Woosung is the type of person who would only have sex with someone if he really had a connection with that someone. Like he wouldn’t just fuck whoever comes in his way. So according to this I believe he doesn’t have had many sexual partners but I do believe he has had plenty of quality sex sessions with them.

F - FAVORITE POSITION.

Any in which he can lay back and look at you do all the work (lazy king). I believe he would also love any position involving you both facing a mirror so you could perfectly see each other’s and your own pleasure expressions.

G - GOOFY.

I don’t see him as someone who would be very goofy during sex. I see him as a person who takes sex really seriously and wouldn’t really be into being goofy while doing it with you. But he would definitely tease you a damn lot.

H - HAIR.

Don’t ask me why but I believe he has it all clean down there. No reason at all.

I - INTIMACY.

He absolutely LOVES being intimate with you doesn’t matter when and where. As I mentioned before, he is really into having deep and meaningful relationships with people and you weren’t an exception. Everytime he has the chance to be intimate with you, he will always be.

J - JERK OFF.

Quite a lot when he’s on tour, the lack of your presence makes him even more needy. He would not do it alone tho. He would always call you or text you so you could help him a bit, especially when he felt stressed out about something.

K - KINKS.

Mirror sex: as I said, he would def love the image of you two being intimate getting reflected on a mirror. It’s just another level of pleasure that he gets when he can have access to seeing not only your facial reactions to what he does to you but also his own reactions whenever you touch him.

Orgasm denial: He’s the biggest teaser between the members of the band and also the most possessive so he would love to be in control of your orgasm and it would give him a boost of energy deciding when you can come undone for him or not.

Cigarettes after sex: Not sure if this is considered a kink but he would definitely love to light up a cigarette and share it with you as you both came down from your highs and kept kissing each other from time to time.

L - LOCATION.

Any place where he can lay down is a perfect spot to have sex with you.

M - MOTIVATION (TURN ON).

He would turn on just by feeling your touch or with a bit of dirty talk coming from you. It wasn’t something you usually did so he really enjoyed it when you did so or tried to tease him before he would start his own tease show.

N - NO NO (TURN OFF).

Definitely he wouldn’t like it if you suggested to have a threesome. He wants you for him and only him and only for him, sharing not being a possible option in a relationship with him.

O - ORAL.

He loves going down on you but when you go down on him oh the boy gets hella excited. Would love taking your hair out of your face so he can perfectly see your face as you suck him off and he would love it even more if you made eye contact with him from time to time.

P - PACE.

Slow. He loves thrusting into you slowly so you can feel every single inch of him. Also so you had to beg him to go faster and he could tease you a bit more.

Q - QUICKIES.

His favorites. It would just give him a boost of energy, especially if they were right before practice or a concert.

R - RISK.

Love the risk and would love to experience it with you. Doesn’t care about trying out some risky semi-public sex when the members are next door or something like that. He thinks it gives a thrilling and funny feeling to the situation.

S - STAMINA.

A damn lot. He could spend hours and hours having sex with you if that meant being home naked and laying down.

T - TOYS.

As I said before, he enjoys trying new stuff so he wouldn’t mind using some toys if that meant your sexual life would get better.

U - UNFAIR.

His passion and hobby is teasing you so yeah, he’s probably the most unfair member.

V - VOCAL.

Not a big fan of having conversations while sex but he really is into listening to your moans and praising so he can know if you’re enjoying what he’s doing or not.

W - WILD CARD.

Sex after tour. It’s the first time you two meet after months of being apart because of a tour. As soon as he sees you, he wouldn’t waste a second to smash his lips with yours and start a heated make out session that will always end up in something else if you know what I mean 😏

X - X-RAY.

I think he’s average but definitely knows how to give his length a good use.

Y - YEARNING.

Every time he spends more than 2 days without seeing you. He’s so fond of you and so addicted to your touch that he cannot be without you for more than 24h.

Z - ZZZ.

The boy is lazy so he wouldn’t take long to fall asleep after he finishes making sure he did everything he has on his imaginary to do list of aftercare.

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( layout ib : @/stcpidcupid )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . MEET THE MEMBERS OF ZOMBIE POP !

Are you a new Survivalist who wants to learn the Zombie Pop members? Are you trying to pick a bias? Well, you're in luck! Here is where you can learn about the prettiest brainless boys of STARBORN CREATIVE and CULT CREATIVE!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . ETHAN LEE, known professionally as ETHAN, was born as the oldest of three brothers on January 14th, 1997. Growing up, he and his younger brothers developed a love of music through his parents, who were both music historians at a public university in Boston, Massachusetts. In 2014, when he was seventeen, his family moved back to South Korea after his mother was invited to be a guest speaker for a music course at a university in Seoul, giving him and his brothers a chance to audition for entertainment companies, and they were accepted by STARBORN CREATIVE in 2016. Ethan trained for two years before he debuted in Zombie Pop as the main rapper of the group.

STAGE NAME › Ethan

FULL NAME › Ethan Lee

KOREAN NAME › Lee Woosung

BIRTHDAY › January 14th, 1997

BIRTHPLACE › Boston, Massachusetts, USA

NATIONALITY › Korean-American

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years

POSITION ›  Main Rapper

FACE CLAIM › Kim Hosung / Lou (VAV)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . KIM SEUL-KI, known professionally as SEULKI, was born September 2, 1997 as an only child in Busan, South Korea. Growing up, Seulki was influenced by his father’s intense love for music, something always playing in their home.

With his parent’s support, Seulk started his trainee career at Cult Creative Records in 2014. He was added and removed from serval group line ups throughout his time as a trainee, he was added to his final lineup in 2017 — debuting in 2018 as a main dancer and sub vocalist of the co-managed boy group ZOMBIE POP.

STAGE NAME › Seulki

FULL NAME › Kim Seul-ki

BIRTHDAY › September 2nd, 1997

BIRTHPLACE ›  Busan, South Korea

NATIONALITY ›  Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean 

TRAINING PERIOD ›  Four Years

POSITION › Main Dancer, Sub Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Yoo Taeyang (SF9)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘    . . .    NATTHAWUT SANGSINGKEO, known professionally as DEAN, was born as an only child on January 8th, 1998. He grew up in a small town, where everyone knew everyone and everyone in the town was deeply religious. Growing up, he had traditional religious beliefs shoved down his throat since he could walk and talk, which did not hinder his love for songwriting. Despite his parents' protests, in 2016, as soon as he turned eighteen, he traveled to South Korea by himself, having been inspired to start his songwriting career thanks to watching BTS and EXO content. He was quickly picked up by STARBORN CREATIVE, and trained to become an idol for two years before debuting in Zombie Pop. 

STAGE NAME  ›  Dean 

FULL NAME  ›  Natthawut Sangsingkeo

BIRTHDAY  ›  January 8th, 1998 

BIRTHPLACE  ›  Phuket, Thailand 

NATIONALITY  ›  Thai 

ETHNICITY  ›  Thai 

TRAINING PERIOD  ›  Two years

POSITION  ›  Main Vocalist, Composer 

FACE CLAIM  ›  Boun Noppanut (actor)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . HONG INSEO, known professionally as INSEO, was born March 23rd in 1998, as the youngest and only boy of four. Inseo grew up around the arts; his sisters all taking part of some form of dance, while his father taught piano. It was his mother who pushed him to become a singer, she’d signed him up for vocal lessons at an early age. It, too, was her idea for him audition for music labels.

After a short stint at Cube Entertainment in 2016, he began training at Cult Creative in 2017; debuting not long after he joined. Inseo debuted as a sub rapper and composer of the Cult Creative and STARBORN CREATIVE boy group ZOMBIE POP in 2018.

STAGE NAME › Inseo

FULL NAME › Hong Inseo

BIRTHDAY › March 23rd, 1998

BIRTHPLACE › Seoul, South Korea

NATIONALITY › South Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Six months

POSITION › Sub Rapper, Composer

FACE CLAIM › Ji Changmin / Q (The Boyz)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . CHA DONGYOON, known professionally as ECHO, was born as the middle child of three siblings on April 18th, 1999. Growing up, he didn't see his parents often, as they focused more on work and relied on babysitters and relatives to raise their children as they went to work long hours, leaving him and his older brother and younger sister to rely on everyone but them. He grew up as a shy kid, finding solace in music — more specifically, the orchestra. He quickly developed a love for the violin while in school, eventually moving to Seoul with his aunt and siblings and busking with his siblings in the streets of the city with the violin he received as a birthday gift from his paternal grandparents. They were eventually scouted by STARBORN CREATIVE in 2016, and Dongyoon trained for two years before debuting as the lead vocalist and dancer of Zombie Pop.

STAGE NAME › Echo

FULL NAME › Cha Dongyoon

BIRTHDAY › April 18th, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Gumi, North Gyeongsang, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › Two years

POSITION › Lead Vocalist, Lead Dancer

FACE CLAIM › Kang Yeosang (ATEEZ)

( tw. mentions of drugs + alcohol, implied child abandonment + abuse )

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . YANG HYUNWOO, known professionally as NOIR, was born as the middle child of three brothers on September 15th, 1999. When he was four years old, his father walked out on their family, leaving him to fend for himself as his mother had become addicted to hard drugs and alcoholism and did nothing to care for her three young sons, going as far as to taking out her anger on them daily.

In 2017, Hyunwoo was accepted into STARBORN CREATIVE after he and his younger brother Hyunjae applied in secret. Both were accepted, and Hyunwoo trained for one year before debuting in Zombie Pop.

STAGE NAME › Noir

FULL NAME › Yang Hyunwoo

BIRTHDAY › September 15th, 1999

BIRTHPLACE › Daejeon, South Korea

NATIONALITY › Korean

ETHNICITY › Korean

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Main Dancer, Lead Vocalist

FACE CLAIM › Yeo Hwanwoong (ONEUS)

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ˙ ˖ ✘ . . . HARANO AKIRA, known professionally as AKIRA, was born on August 8th, 2000. Growing up, he was a lonely child, relying only on his mother for everything, and vice versa. His only solace throughout life was music, as he picked up piano, cello, and violin, among other instruments. He also took up songwriting, oftentimes writing more song lyrics than notes in school. In 2016, he and his mother moved to South Korea, and he went to live with some of his friends who ran away and had reunited with him. There, they all shared an apartment together as they looked for jobs, and Akira ended up auditioning for STARBORN CREATIVE to be a composer. The company was more interested in his ability to dance, however, and was accepted as a trainee. He trained for a year before debuting as Zombie Pop's maknae.

STAGE NAME › Akira

FULL NAME › Harano Akira

BIRTHDAY › August 8th, 2000

BIRTHPLACE › Sapporo, Japan

NATIONALITY › Japanese

ETHNICITY › Japanese

TRAINING PERIOD › One year

POSITION › Maknae, Lead Dancer

FACE CLAIM › Hamada Asahi (TREASURE)

[sleekervae]

Spooktober 👻

Happy Halloweekend, babies! I know I haven't been keeping up with my content as much as I would love to, but I wanna spotlight some of my recent supernatural/halloween fics that have been giving major 🥺🥵🤣👀. Give some of these creators some love and be safe out there this weekend!

Cherry Bomb - @retrievablememories

pairing: jungkook x fem reader

summary: “get fucked or die” becomes the motto to live by when a serial killer begins targeting virgins on your campus.

genre: smut, horror/slasher, college!au

Untitled - @talkfastromance4

pairing: calum hood x fem reader

summary: reader meets werewolf!calum at a party

genre: smut, fantasy

I Want to Bite You - @talkfastromance4

pairing: luke hemmings x fem reader

summary: reader wants vampire!luke to bite her

genre: adult (no explicit smut)

Dragon - @the-world-is-spinning-round

pairing: remington leith x fem reader

summary: dragon!remington takes pity on a human sacrifice

genre: fantasy

Haunted - @the-world-is-spinning-round

*honestly everything that this author writes is amazing so definitely go check out some of her work!

pairing: remington leith x fem reader

summary: Bonnie discovers a ghost in a haunted house

genre: fantasty

kinktober day 10 - @floralcyanide

pairing: Austin butler x fem reader

summary: A little naughty fun ensues with you and your boyfriend, Austin.

genre: smut

Happy Halloween - @krreader

pairing: jackson wang x bambam x fem reader

summary: a maid outfit isn’t exactly the best idea when having two jealous boyfriends, you know?

genre: smut

Descend - @sombreboy

pairing: kim namjoon x fem reader

summary: ‘’I’d say you are wasting my time, but that was before I saw you..’’ he tugged her face closer to his crotch, the bulge underneath the fabrics visibly twitching from having her attention. ‘’You will make it worth my while.’’

genre: smut, supernatural

Summoned - @emoboijk

pairing: poly!bts x fem reader

summary: You repeat their names as a mantra, as a prayer, as a guiding light when you feel scared. How were you to know it would summon them? You accidentally summon the 7 demons that make up BTS and they tell you to fulfill your contract they have to fuck you.

genre: smut, demon au

That Boy is a Monster - @wildernessuntothemselves

pairing: werewolf!woosung x vampire!reader

summary: You had sworn you would never feed on a human again, and for centuries you had kept your promise. But now, with your blood supply suddenly cut off, that primitive hunger you thought you’d conquered so long ago comes back with a vengeance and you find yourself on the hunt for human blood once again. Only it turns out that the hot boy you’d picked out wasn’t so human after all. Feat. baby Hajoon

genre: smut, violence

If anybody has any other recs I should add to this list just give me a shout!!

[flurrys-creativity]

bella notte

Pairing: Kim Woosung (The Rose) x GN!Reader; Genre: Romance, Fluff, slight friends to lovers; Rating: sfw, pg-13; Warnings: kissing; Wordcount: 649

Summary: The original plan of eating lunch together turned into a dinner date with spaghetti and meatballs.

A/N: This is because Woosung said he would eat spaghetti with meatballs at lunch.. right after he talked about wolves... so I immediately thought of lady and the tramp... you’re welcome.

You brushed over the fabric of your outfit, too nervous to make eye contact with Woosung, who sat right next to you. 

He didn’t seem as nervous. At least that’s what you thought when you glanced at him, seeing his wide grin.

Woosung had boasted about this restaurant, declaring it made the best spaghetti with meatballs in the whole town. “Even better than the ones your grandma made”, he had said confidently, immediately followed by his question to join him for a meal. 

Originally it was planned as a lunch but one thing after another happened and you mutually decided to make it a dinner instead. Now though - it felt like a date.

Even more when the waiter, a good friend of Woosung, brought only one large bowl of spaghetti with meatballs. He even winked at you when he placed it between you and Woosung, wishing you to enjoy your meal.

“Oh.”

“Something wrong?” Woosung looked at you, brows furrowed with concern. He had stopped mid motion, fork and knife now hanging somewhat uselessly in the air.

You quickly shook your head and smiled - nervously. “No, no, no! I just thought we would get a dish each. Just surprised, I guess.” You laughed and grabbed your own cutlery, hoping to push the awkwardness aside.

“I can ask for a second plate if you want me to.” Woosung offered, still not moving at all and looking at you.

“No, it’s fine. Really! It’s a new experience. Kinda exciting, isn’t it?” You looked up and met his eyes, feeling your heart stuttering within your chest.

“Yeah”, Woosung exhaled and nodded, finally picking up his movements and digging into the dish. 

You followed his lead, carefully spinning some spaghetti around your fork. The meal definitely tasted amazing but with the lingering awkwardness between you two, you couldn’t enjoy the dish entirely.

While eating you looked at anything and everything around you, except for Woosung and the dish in front. Your mind wrecked through possibility after possibility, wishing for something - no, anything - to happen so this stifling atmosphere would vanish.

At that moment Woosung cleared his throat and you turned your head, nose against nose with him now. You felt your cheeks burning and your eyes widening, yet you were unable to move away. 

Woosung’s breath fanned over your skin, his eyes switching between yours and shortly dropping down to your lips. When he looked back up again, it seemed as if he wanted to ask for permission.

You nodded ever so slightly, barely even noticeable if your noses weren’t touching. You tilted your head the second you felt Woosung’s lips pressed against yours.

He licked over your lower lip with the tip of his tongue, making you gasp into the kiss and letting him enter your mouth. His hands came up to cup your face, holding you close while he gently explored you through the kiss.

Both of you breathed heavily when you broke the kiss in need for air, leaning your foreheads against each other. You glanced through your eyelashes at Woosung, seeing him smile brightly.

“Okay?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah.”

“Oh, this is the night, it’s a beautiful night and we call it bella notte.”

Woosung and you separated from each other, turning and looking at his friend, who leaned against the bar with a smirk plastered on his lips as he sang bella notte from the movie Lady and the Tramp.

You noticed how Woosung’s ears turned red. Another soft laugh escaped your lips as you looked down at the dish in front of you, seeing only one meatball was left. “How about,” - you looked back up at Woosung - “instead of offering me the last meatball we save it for Woolfy and go on a walk, maybe without our very own ‘cantore’. 

“Yes, please”, Woosung nodded in relief and pecked your lips, quickly getting up to go through with your idea.

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Taglist: @xavi-in-kpopland​

[firetextskpop]

i sent an ask the other day but i already have another one lol ...

would love to read something with the rose jaehyeong where the reader is also in a band as a bassist and they meet backstage at a festival/show !!

please look after yourself <3

Hello! Thank you so much! <3 I hope you're taking care of yourself as well. This will likely be quick bc Jae is 1 of 2 of my #1 ults and on my mind a lot. I miss The Rose so much. Also it's like perfect bc I play the bass.

"We Rose You!" Woosung yelled out to the screaming crowd.

Here was another festival that each of your groups were at but the only difference was that instead of being on the other side, performing at the same time as The Rose, your group's set was after. 15 minutes between just to assure that the festival go-ers can get food and see other artists they may like.

You didn't intend to run into the members as they began coming off stage to the back, but you did. Luckily, the staff was cool, and when the boys walked off stage, they didn't shoo you away or stop the boys from talking to you.

"Woo! They're really riled up tonight." Dojoon says and gives everyone he sees a high five. "I mean you guys did great!" You blurt out and he flashes you his beautiful smile and leaves. Your heart fluttered a bit from the interaction but before you could even think about reacting again, Woosung comes by and stops when he sees you.

"Wait, aren't you y/n, the bassist in *your group name*?" Okay... now you're blushing. How does THEE Kim Woosung know you? "Y-yeah! How did you..." He chuckles and looks over at Jaehyeong, who is not paying attention and getting the sweat wiped off of him. "I researched a few of the groups in the festival and the way you play is so dope. Someone is also kinda inspired by you and has been trying some of your iconic baselines." He responds and nods his head in Jaehyeong's direction. Jae is now aware that you're there and he smiles and waves to you.

"Helloo" The taller man says to you and puts his hand out to shake your hand. You return the gesture while blushing really hard. Anyone could tell from far away he was really handsome but being this close to him was much different. "Hello." Your eyes met his. "I heard that you like the way I play." Clearly now you were getting bold. Jaehyeong laughs a bit nervously and amps up his charms "Oh yes! Its very unique. You're truly a one-of-a-kind."

"Maybe we could have a playing session one day?" You suggest, attempting to outdo him in his own game. His eyebrow raised and head tilted slightly at the response. "Lets do it." He says and pulls out his phone to get your information so you both can communicate. After exchanging information, Jaehyeong thanked you for your time and you thought there was no better time than now to ask for a hug. He very gladly gave it to you but was then teased immediately by Woosung and Hajoon.

"I didn't know you had game Jeff!" Woosung pushed him a bit. Jae began blushing and giggling out of embarrassment now. "Stopp" He whined and pushed Woosung back, beginning to walk away. "When are you two gonna get married?" Hajoon teases and puts his arm around the bassist. Jaehyeong sighs and turns back around to wave you goodbye. Quickly, you waved back and then felt a tap on your shoulder. "Are you done flirting now? It's time to go on stage!" The lead singer says and you rush to get to your placement.

A newfound adrenaline rushed through your body as you prepared for the stage. Before you know it the lights are on and it's time to shine. The crowd is beautiful as ever but only one face sticks out to you. Smile brighter than the sun itself and his eyes even brighter. The only one who matters in that moment.

[itsbeeble]

Thank you for tagging me @winterchimez

Rules: Pick 10 of your biases (or as many biases as you have and fill in the rest of the spots with idols you like) and number them 1-10. Then, answer the questions below! Try not to look at the questions before you make your list!

Kim Hongjoong (ATEEZ)

Lee Jihoon (Seventeen)

Kim Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Choi Minho (SHINee)

Bang Chan (Stray Kids)

Yang Jungwon (Enhypen)

Nakamoto Yuta (NCT 127)

Ten (WayV)

Kim Woosung (The Rose)

Kang Taehyun (TXT)

questions under the cut!

Between 7 & 5, who did you bias first?

I biased Yuta first. My friend introduced me to NCT and I was drawn to Yuta SOOOOO fast. I found SKZ a bit later and was drawn to Chan.

Between 2 & 6, who are you more attached to?

Jihoon for sure. I fell in love with Seventeen almost as soon as I found them, and Jihoon became my bias from the first time I listened to HIT. I lowkey lean on Jihoon as my emotional support kpop idol. He's such a comforting person and i love him so much. (Ily Jungwon i promise)

If you were to spend a day with 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

Ohhhh this is tough bc I love them so much. I think I would choose Hongjoong though. He's a very calming person and I think I would be able to let myself let loose a bit more. Plus I think there would be slightly less of a language barrier for us. As far as what we would do...Idk. Lowkey I think he would love to hang out at a Barnes & Noble so I would probably drag him there, grab a coffee, and walk around for a bit even if neither of us get anything.

What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

I love everything about his face tbh. But if I had to choose one feature I would go with his eyes. I could get LOST in those eyes fr.

What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

Jungwon is just a silly goofy guy i love him so much. Like he seems like such a fun person to hang out with even if we don't do anything.

If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

Ten my love 🩵. I would love to tell him thank you. Before ATEEZ, before Seventeen, Ten was the original idol that I found comfort in. When I was originally getting into kpop, I was in a bad mental spot (even if I didn't show it a lot). Finding Ten, listening to him talk or sing, watching him dance, he was just such a comfort to me and he still is. So I just want to be able to tell him thank you for helping me, even if he doesn't know it.

Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Hongjoong. That's it. That's all I have to say.

What is a style you want to see 3 try?

Dark academia/royal style. He looked SCRUMPTIOUS during Kingdom (FUCK MNET), specifically during O Sole Mio. I want to see more of that. Like now. Desperately.

Between 5 and 4 who are you closer to in height?

Chan. I think I'm like 2 inches shorter than him and I'm pretty sure Minho is almost 6'0

Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

Mmm this is tough. I think I'm gonna go with Woosung tho. I love The Rose, love their music, their instrumentals. I love Woosung's solo music as well. So yuh.

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Tagging: @taekurai @juyeonszn @leejihoonownsmyheart and anyone else who would like to do this (also sorry if yall were already tagged hjdfiafhu)

[whalyrae]

istg armys if you don't know Kim Woosung and The Rose please go and listen to them, it's honey in your ears !!

I personally recommend Face and Phase me by Woosung and She's in the rain, Sorry and Childhood by The Rose !

[breitweisergallery]

the sequel to the idol gaon au

5 Idols Who Were in Drug-Related Scandals

4. Bae Woo-Sung from Minotaur

Bae Woo-sung, the main vocalist of boy group Minotaur, was charged with possession, consumption, and intent to sell narcotics in March 2019, as first released to the public by a press release by FH Entertainment. According to the release, Seoul Central District Court had learned of Bae working with four other people over a 14-month span to distribute narcotics. His sentence refers to an estimated total of 729 offences in that 14-month span. 

At the time of the trial, Judge Kang Yohan sentenced him to serve fourteen years in prison, However, in a press release on October 5th, Judge Kang Yohan announced an error had been found in the paperwork relating to Bae Woo-sung’s case, and with such a clerical error, the ruling will be overturned and Bae Woo-sung will be released from prison. He will have served a total of seven years of his sentence upon release. 

Whether or not Bae will return to his group is unclear as FH Entertainment has yet to release a statement. His little brother, Bae Woo-jin of Alt-R posted a message to his SNS welcoming his brother home.

There are few things that make Kim Gaon nervous. If asked, he would say that the thought of disappointing his fans, his friends, and himself, is the only thing to make him nervous enough to need to wipe sweaty palms subtly on the thighs of his dark jeans. 

There are very few things that make him properly nervous; sitting in the silence of the private room rented for eight hours in the back of their favourite restaurant brings back the butterflies in his stomach that he thought he had managed to subdue that morning. 

Yohan had spent close to twenty minutes talking down the nerves that left Gaon unable to sleep the night before, a worried look on his face and his fingers threading gently through the dark roots and fading purple hair, touching Gaon’s cheeks lightly with his fingertips. 

Never mind the embarrassment Gaon felt at keeping Yohan awake all night with his worrying. 

They’ve been together eighteen months and it still surprises Gaon when Yohan breaks from his usual to be more human, more vulnerable. Whether it means staying awake to comfort Gaon through a panic attack or sudden tears, reading aloud to him in the quiet of the study, or pretending to put up a fight only to cave when Gaon asks him to bring home a second cat to keep Kkomi company. It surprises Gaon every time, to see the way Yohan looks boyishly young at times, shy at others, seeking comfort and affection the same way Gaon himself does. 

Yohan’s ability to calm the worst of emotions does little to help Gaon as he glances down at his phone and fidgets with the places where his case has cracked but not quite broken yet. To his side, even without looking, he knows Woojin is starting to get anxious, fidgeting as well. 

The door slides open and Gaon nearly launches to his feet, head shooting up. Both he and Woojin let out identical sighs when the face that greets them is not Woosung, but rather the other person to whom the invitation had been sent out. “He’s late?” 

“You’d think prison would’ve fixed his punctuality,” Gaon snorts. 

“How’d that work for you?” Hwang Junseok, leader of Alt-R’s former brother group MAX, sinks down into a seat opposite Gaon. His feet nudge against Gaon’s and Junseok gives him a wry grin. 

“Can’t say it fixed any punctuality problems, but I get laid now.” Gaon shrugs and pretends he doesn’t catch Junseok’s jaw slackening. 

“So it’s true? You and Judge Kang?” Junseok asks. Woojin sighs, a little louder, and scrubs his hand over his face. “Shut up, Woojin-ah, no one gossips with me anymore.” 

“Should’ve admitted you stole that shit ‘stead of me. Maybe you’d have a boyfriend then,” Gaon adds on, a grin threatening to break the barrier of nerves digging its heels into his stomach. 

“Though I’d hate to have to be the one to tell Eunbi you cheated on her with Kang Yohan of all people,” Junseok says. 

“I think she’d get it. She was raving, last time she was backstage with us.” Woojin hits him, and even as Gaon rubs his chest, pouting, a softness warms his heart at the slight roll of Woojin’s eyes but the smile tugging at the corners of his lips regardless. 

It had taken time, but they’d gotten there. Many late nights spent in a practice room, talking to each other had finally solved the rift between them, with Woojin’s guilt eating away at him and Gaon’s own uncertainty as to where they stood. 

“Leave Eunbi out of this, you bastards,” Woojin says, shaking his head. “Ah, someone text him and tell him if he’s not here in ten minutes, I’m leaving.” 

“Seven years and you still haven’t learned any patience, little brother?” The door slides open and the three of them at the table stumble to their feet. 

Bae Woosung looks barely any different from the last day Gaon saw him. Hair cut short and styled spiky, tattooed freckles visible on his bare face, and a simple pair of stud earrings in his lobes. Junseok, the closest to the door, gets to him first and pulls him into a tight hug. Woojin follows after; Gaon lingers behind, giving them a moment. 

“Would’ve thought you’d’ve learned to be on time,” Woojin mutters. Woosung laughs and, barely taller than his brother, lifts up onto his tiptoes to tuck his chin onto Woojin’s head, punching his arm at the same time. 

“Absolutely not. Can’t teach an old dog new tricks and all that shit.” 

Gaon melts into the hug when Woosung gets to him, holding onto him just as tightly. It takes Gaon a moment to even remember the time he spent in jail. It’s barely a drop in water compared to the near-decade Woosung had spent, and yet Woosung looks good. Like time has barely passed. “Let’s eat, shall we?” Woosung says and, finally, they sink down into their seats and it’s like time hasn’t passed. 

“Are they letting you back into the group?” Woojin asks after close to thirty minutes have passed. Woosung takes a minute to finish chewing before he answers. 

“Unsure, still. Ray Junie’s fighting with the company about it. Gaon had it lucky, just getting his offer from a different company. Which, speaking of, are the rest of you still at Play?” 

“We all switched over to Saram about two months after hyung did,” Woojin says, shaking his head. 

“I’m still at Play,” Junseok says, tapping the table with a sigh. “We’d be a harder sell. We’re a bigger group.” 

“With one of the three ‘vocal prodigies’ of third generation,” Woosung tosses back at him with a shrug. “Yah, Woojin-ah. Pour me another drink.”

“They want us to compete in that show that’s coming up. Legacy, or whatever.” Gaon and Woojin make quiet noises of understanding. Woosung stares blankly at Junseok. 

“Hey, Hwang Junseok. I just got out of prison. Cut me some slack. Fill me in.” 

“Six surviving third generation groups compete for the title of ‘legacy group.’ They just ran it with six girl groups last year,” Gaon says. He himself had missed it, working at the courthouse. “They’re running it with boy groups this year. They contacted Play about MAX competing?” 

“They said they want us, because then they can get you,” Junseok says shortly. Gaon blinks, unable to come up with a response to that. 

It’s true, he realises after a moment. If MAX were going to compete, then Alt-R would likely follow right after them. The rivalry between the groups had been playful but strong, debuting only a year apart and in the same company. And Gaon and Junseok were known to be close. 

“If we were offered, and I re-joined the group, we’d kick both of your asses,” Woosung says through a mouthful of food. 

“Bullshit. You’re out of the game, Woosung-ah,” Gaon laughs. Junseok grins. Woosung kicks him under the table. Gaon’s tension eases the longer they spend in the room, drinking and eating and laughing. Gaon is tipsy by the time they hit the third hour, exchanging stories and sharing gossip like no time has passed, like they’re just four friends in their trainee dorms again.  

Woosung’s phone is the first to ring, a several-year-old girl group song playing cheerfully from his pocket. “Ah, fuck me, hang on,” he mutters. “Ray June-ah?”

Gaon’s phone rings seconds later, laid flat on the table so Kang Elijah can be seen. “Elij-ah?” Junseok squints, leaning across the table to look. “Who-?”

“Yohan’s niece. Elijah?” Gaon answers the phone, turning away from the table. “Is everything okay?” 

“Yohan isn’t home, and he’s not answering his phone.” Elijah’s voice is shaky, worried, and Gaon sobers immediately. 

“Did he have any meetings on the calendar?” Gaon asks. He can hear the negative in her voice before she even says a full word. “I’ll try to get a hold of him, and I’ll come home, okay? Elijah? Wait in the study for me, and don’t open the door for anyone except for K.” 

“You gotta go?” Junseok asks. Woojin pushes his chair out. 

“I haven’t had a drink. I’ll drive. Let’s go. Hyung, let’s go.” Woojin grabs Woosung’s wrist, directing him towards the door. Woosung slips into the backseat next to Junseok, while Gaon takes the passenger’s seat and directs Woojin to the house. 

It takes them almost forty minutes to get the house, an impressively short amount of time given Woojin had been careful not to speed for most of the drive, incredibly aware of having three not-sober passengers. 

Gaon rushes up the driveway, the other three following behind him. He rushes through typing the code into the door and hurries into the study, pulling Elijah into a hug immediately. “It’s okay. I’m here. I’m here, Elijah,” Gaon murmurs. Her body shakes against his in silent sobs, as she clings to him and cries. 

“Gaon-ah,” Woosung says. Gaon looks up. 

Woosung and Woojin are both hesitating at the doorway to the study, while Junseok cranes his head, wandering the room and looking around. 

“Make yourselves comfortable,” Gaon says quietly. “Or, if you want to go home, I won’t stop you. Woojin-ah, if you want to drive,” he gestures with one hand, still holding Elijah with the other; — “just be safe on the roads.” 

“We’ll stay with you,” Woojin says softly. Elijah sniffles. 

“Woojinie’s here with me, Elijah, if you want to meet him officially,” Gaon murmurs. Without raising her head from his shoulder, Elijah hits him in the side. “Ow- ah. Fair.” 

“I like you already, Elijah,” Woojin says, sitting down in one of the armchairs. Woosung follows his lead and, like Junseok, cranes his head to look around the room. “So this is where Kang Yohan lives, hm?” 

“Shut up,” Gaon retorts with no real heat behind his words. “Or, at least, be helpful and text the others. Elijah, have you heard from K?” She shakes her head no.

[roseband]

[081098]

assigning each tbz member a solo debut song/concept because ist isn't brave enough -

sangyeon: blue by onew jacob: face by woosung younghoon: quit by jang wooyoung hyunjae: paper umbrella by yesung juyeon: libido by onlyoneof kevin: omg by halo chanhee: rose, scent, kiss by daehwi changmin: in the dark by jeong sewoon haknyeon: breathless by astro sunwoo: feel like by woodz eric: 5k by lee jinhyuk

other songs under the cut, because i apparently don't know how to shut the fuck up

sangyeon: like you (honeyst), star (vromance),

jacob or kevin: the manual (eddy kim)

younghoon: feel you (shin yong jae)

hyunjae: movie star (cix)

chanhee: circle's dream (dalsooobin)

changmin: libido (onlyoneof), quit (jang wooyoung)

haknyeon: hope world (jhope)

sunwoo: advice (taemin)

[rei-the-head-shaker]

15th - 21st of May

"Snooze (feat. Ryuichi Sakamoto, Woosung of The Rose)" by August D

"Dear My Light (Instrumental)" by DAWN 던 🖤

"Intro: Who Got the Joker?" by ONEUS 🖤

"Crush" by KAIYI 🖤

"NUMB" by Youha

"Veil - English Version" by LAY

"golden hour - Japanese Version" by Shayne Orok, Curserino

"Love Catastrophe - 爱殇" by Huan Xiao, Zhuxi Pipa 竹夕琵琶  🖤

"Демони" by Omana, Vivienne Mort 🖤

"we're gonna die anyway!!!" by RENE, Marian Carmel

"เปิดตัวได้แล้ว" by Yin War

"Prelude" by TwoSet Violin

"Exhale Inhale" by AURORA 🖤

"You Feel the Same Way (feat. Taebeen)" by Tearliner 🖤

"Face to Face" by UNALASKA 🖤

"nobody cares" by KUN 🖤

"Super Chic" by New Hope Club, P1Harmony

"ยิ้มได้เพราะเธอ (Smile)" by บุ๋น นพณัฐ กันทะชัย 🖤

"Festival in my car" by BAEKHO 🖤

"Love in The Air - From Love in The Air" by Boss Chaikamon, Noeul Nuttarat, Fort Thitipong, Peat Wasuthorn

"in june" by Jae Kim

"TOUCH" by NAQT VANE 🖤

"治本" by 魚條 🖤

"พรหมลิขิต - เพลงประกอบละคร ลูกกรุง" by Gun Napat

"Sriracha (feat. Woosung)" by The Attire 🖤

"Rawww" by youra 🖤

"Butter Chicken" by OOHYO 🖤

"心仪" by 孟可 🖤

"Someone A" by Yoon Sang 🖤

"Twilight" by Mabean

[key201303]

Pairing: Woosung x reader Word count: 890 words Warnings: None! Just a bunch of fluff. Plot: Tour is over, Woosung's back at home and you could make it to convince your bosses to give you vacation before Woosung has to go back to practicing. It seems like the stars have aligned and you can have some time together finally. And after discussing if it was worth enough getting out of bed or not, you could finally do something together. Making smoothies was not what you exactly had in mind but as long as you're together, you're sure it'll be a perfect day. Playlist: Kim Woosung - Lazy. Taglist -> Let me know if you want to be added!

The dim sunlight was finally starting to make its way through the dark curtains of your small shared room. You had an extended discussion last night with Woosung so he let you leave the shutters up to wake up with the sunlight. He always loved the dark so much that he couldn’t accept sleeping with any type of light entering the room. But you promised he would love the color palette the sun rays made when hitting the perfect spots of the room. And you were right. The orange and red colors started to make their way through the black, grays and dark colors that bathed the room creating a perfect harmony between dark and light. You couldn’t understand how such opposite elements could look so in tune. But that was the magic of nature. It was such a pity that Woosung wasn’t enjoying the view due to his heavy eyelids that kept him in deep sleep.

The orange light also hit his half naked body perfectly. His cheeks had a perfect pinkish tone due to the warm sunlight embracing his delicate skin. His hair was messy yet beautiful as it got spread all over the covers as he moved to face you, giving you total access to admire how ethereal and amazing he looked in such a natural and peaceful scene. His tattoos looked so inviting to trail their silhouette with your index finger in an unconscious attempt of waking the boy up so he could enjoy the colors dawn created with you. His parted lips looked so inviting as well, tempting you to kiss them and taste the sweetness they held once again, just like you could do every single day. And in the end, you couldn’t resist yourself, moving closer to the man you loved and placing a soft kiss on his cherry lips. 

That kiss was enough to wake the boy up which made you quite surprised. Woosung was the type of person to take a long time to actually wake up, and it didn’t look like him when he opened his eyes as soon as you cut the kiss. “If this is how you’ll wake me up if I let you leave the shutters up then I’m down.” He said with a low and husky voice, a smile appearing in his lips, making him look even better if that was possible. “Good morning to you too.” You said laughing, about to move away from him to leave him some space to stretch just like he did every morning. But he didn’t let you. He was glued to your body, like he used some super glue to linger your body to his. “Don’t go. You could admire me while I slept, I want to do the same with you now.” He said as he pulled you closer to him. You couldn’t resist snuggling into his arms, feeling the warmth of his body, his breath and heartbeat almost making you fall into a deep slumber once again. Now it was his turn to admire your figure, enhanced with the dawn light. “Dawn is definitely your color palette.” He said, playing with your hair, leaving soft caresses here and there from time to time. You could just giggle at his comments, and hide in the crook of his neck so he wouldn’t see your cheeks turning red.

You could stay like that forever. Just the two of you enjoying each other’s presence and existence. But you had to get moving in order to start the one and only day off you could both have together in ages. And you hated it. But Woosung hated it more. “You know my perfect day is doing nothing. Why can’t we just stay here and forget about everything.” Woosung whined as you tried to get off bed, not being able to do it because of his strong grip around you. “At least we have to eat.” You said laughing, giving into his arms again, not really wanting to get away from his embrace. You were right and he hated to admit it. “Okay but once we eat we come back, deal?” He said, finally easing his grip. “Deal.” You said, leaning in one last time to peck his lips and get off bed.

Making smoothies was not what you expected to have as a breakfast on a day like today but Woosung insisted that it was the easiest and fastest way to eat something nutritious and so you could go back to being the lazy selves you both were, just like you agreed to do a few minutes ago upstairs. Semi loud music was playing on your speakers, his voice was softly humming to your favorite songs as you threw random fruit you find in your fridge into the blender as you both shared lovely kisses every now and then. 

You were both so fond of each other. Intertwined by destiny as days pass by. You had so much love and admiration for each other that it wouldn’t fit any book in this world if you had to describe it with words. You were just perfectly made for each other and you would definitely not be the same if life ever puts you apart. Just like the sun and the moon. Just like dark and light. You need each other to exist.

[cakedits]

Face (Kim Woosung) Wallpapers


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