#krnb au

[anniebeckcalla]

:fit for a princess: [na jaemin x reader]

non-idol au. wc: 2.0k cw: fluff , pet names (lots) bad language, slightly suggestive. ✿﹒

calla's note: this was meant to be a 200 word drabble, but it never rains it pours :( it took me an embarrassing 4 hours to finish this. anyway I hope you like this (I have @mejaemin pooks in mind as I write this because she wanted something with nails)

You took a deep breath to control your anger as you stood in the high street. Despite your gorgeous appearance in your fur coat, hoop earrings, vintage tracksuit, and golddigga trainers, everything was going WRONG for you today.

What was the reason for your distress?

Been dumped? (No. You didn't even have a boyfriend, anyway.)

Been fired? (Ha. You weren't sure if your manager knew you existed.)

Slagged off by a friend on social media? (Not a chance. You didn't have enough friends or a scandalous enough life to be slagged off.)

No, everything was going to pot because your normal nail artist had cancelled on you and gone on holiday to the Maldives with her glamorous new boyfriend. She'd just told you over the phone this morning when she was already lounging on the beach, leaving you in this grey sludge of a country with untidy chipped nails. You were absolutely fuming. You didn't like change. You trusted your nail artist and didn't want to go to anyone else to get yourself sorted out.

One thing that you hated more than change, though, were scruffy nails. You realised that you were going to have to give up your resolve of sticking to one nail artist in order to have your nails done all nice and clean. The fact that you had no other option didn't make it any easier to accept, and now you were close to throwing a tantrum as you stood outside the rival nail shop, barely able to accept your fate.

A lady with rollers in her hair and fluffy slippers opened the door, a scowl on her face. “Well, are you coming in or not?” she snapped. You glared at her in a silent response. The lady crossed her arms. “So you're going to be like this, are you?” she laughed. “Listen, young lady. Either you fuck off our doorstep, or shift your ass inside. We can't have you scaring potential customers from coming in.” You weren't about to allow yourself to be spoken to like that. Wordlessly, you barged past her into the shop.

The shop, though you were too proud to admit it to yourself, was very lush and tidy. The floor and chandeliers sparkled, there was a member of staff at each workstation, and krnb played from a radio in the corner. “We have a spitfire on our hands here,” roller lady called out to the staff and customers. “Who wants to have her?” You glared on as all the staff laughed and shook their heads timidly. “Is this some sort of auction, then?” you snapped. Everyone only laughed louder. You were ready to leave right then and there.

“I'll have her.” A man at the corner workstation raised his hand. He had a loose black vest that showed off his tanned chest and muscles, and jet hair that curled at his neck. You felt your heart jump with excitement, but to save face, you did your best to act nonchalantly. “My normal nail artist is a girl,” you replied. The man laughed. “I can see why she abandoned you. Come here.” You cringed inwardly at his response, and decided to humble yourself a little. Defeated, you went over and lowered yourself in the chair.

“Thank bloody goodness for that!” roller lady muttered.

“I suppose we'd get along better if we started off with names, don't you think?” the man said. You stared hard at the table. “Y/n,” you muttered. The man nodded. Nice name. I'm Jaemin. You'll be telling everyone that Jaemin did your nails, that's how good I am.” You rolled your eyes, forgetting your promise to be coy. “Oh, very good. We'll have to see about that.” Jaemin chuckled, making your ears flame (you were so embarrassed for that.).

“You're funny, y/n. I like a girl who argues back. Now. Show me what you want today.” Your hands trembled as you scrolled through your photo gallery. You had no idea why you were reacting to this random man's charms like this. You could just feel it in your bones that this Jaemin man acted like this towards every girl, and felt like a simpleton for rising to the bait.

“This is what I want,” you said, holding up an image of pink acrylic nails with bows, lace, and gems Jaemin only glanced at it once, and raised his eyebrows. “Quite the princess, then?” he remarked. You shrugged, feeling like an absolute fool. “I guess it could be seen that way.” Jaemin laughed again. You noticed that he laughed quite a lot. You weren't sure if you liked it.

Jaemin angled the light on your hands. “Are you ready?” he asked. You gulped. “Are you sure you know what you're doing?” you said. “My nail artist, she's a girl, and she says that girls do nails best…” You trailed away when you saw a frown appear on Jaemin's face. “Good thing that your nail artist isn't here, then,” he snapped. Tears stung your eyes at the sudden tone, and you bit your lip. Jaemin noticed. “Don't dish out what you can’t eat,” he said quietly. “Now, are you ready or not?” “I guess,” you replied.

Jaemin opened a tin of moisturiser and spread a liberal amount on your hands, tugging at your fingers with an intensity that disconcerted you. When you looked up, he gazed into your eyes. “Bet your nail artist doesn't do this for you, does she?” he said. You were still recovering from your tears, so you stared down at your lap. Jaemin interlaced your hands with his, stretching your fingers so far you were sure they would pop. Part of you desperately wanted to complain to show how bold you were, but if you had to be honest, you were somehow enjoying it. You kept your eyes trained down.

“Does that feel good?” Jaemin rubbed your thumb in a circular motion with his own. The pace made your tummy erupt with butterflies. Damn, you hated this person for what magic he was working on you. “It's alright, like,” you mumbled. “Ah, ah. Look up at me when you're talking,” Jaemin replied. “I have no way of knowing if you're okay otherwise.” You looked up timidly, and your gaze fell on the plane of his chest that the vest did a rubbish job of covering. Immediately, you looked down again. Jaemin laughed once again. “Aww, you're shy now. I don't know if I liked it more when you were being bold. Maybe I like both.” He kneaded your palm gently.

You summoned enough courage to look at Jaemin's bent figure. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart beat faster. Damn, he was so pretty with his brows set in concentration, focused entirely on your hands. And he smelt so good. His cologne had hints of peach and caramel that curled around your nostrils pleasantly. You were catching feelings for him.

At last, Jaemin's hand massage was finished. He started to work on your nails. You felt a little disappointed that the massage was over. It must have shown on your face, because Jaemin smirked. “Sad that it's over, princess? If you liked it, you can have another one when you come back next time.” The word princess made you feel embarrassed and charmed at the same time. You bit back a smile. “We'll see,” you replied stiffly.

“So, what's she like, this nail artist of yours?” Jaemin smoothed a light pink acrylic gel over your extensions. “She's nice,” you said. You were delighted to notice that Jaemin had got the exact shade of pink right. He glanced up at you. “Why did she call it quits with you, then?" You bit back a snarl. “I said*, she didn't quit on me. She went on holiday with her new boyfriend.” Jaemin grinned. “Ahh, a boyfriend. How cute.” He reached under his desk and pulled out a small box covered In rhinestones. When he opened it, you saw that it was full of the little bits of lace and bows and gems that your demonstration image had.

You gasped. “But that's-”

Jaemin shrugged. “It was me who designed those nails that you showed me, of course. Only one other person has ever had them, and that's my sister. I don't usually repeat designs, but for the princess, I will.” You couldn't hide your smile then, and your cheeks flushed with shyness. “Thanks,” you said. Jaemin chuckled. “Aww. It's okay, girl. Look how cute you become when you're being nice.” You were so set off by his remarks that you smiled even more, not caring anymore if this was just a marketing ploy.

Carefully, Jaemin adorned your nails with the decorations. When he was done, he put your hands under a small UV light. “So tell me, princess,” he said, “if your nail artist has a boyfriend, do you have one to match with her?” You stared at the blue light, pretending you hadn't heard him. “Come on, y/n. Look at me when you're talking,” Jaemin chortled. You finally looked up at him. “No, I don't,” you sighed. You almost thought that you caught a sparkle in Jaemin's eyes, but then it was gone. “Oh,” he said. “Talking to anyone?” You laughed. “I'd be lucky if a man looked my direction, let alone involve himself in a talking stage with me,”

“I don't agree,” Jaemin replied. “Look at you. You clean up nice, you smell great, and you're very pretty.” You rolled your eyes. “Just like you say to everyone who sits in this chair.” Jaemin's face hardened again. “That's not true,” he countered. “Ask anyone here. I just say it as it is.” He called out to roller lady who was sweeping up non-existent dirt from the floor. “Don't I always say the truth, Auntie?” Roller lady nodded. “The truth and nothing else, our Jaemin. I don't know how you haven't chased out our customers with your harsh words.” “You see?” Jaemin said, taking your freshly done hands in his. You looked down at his work. It was absolutely breathtaking. The patterns and swirls were all in the right place, the lace and bows arranged delicately. Somehow, it was even better than the image you had provided.

“Thanks for this,” you said. “They're beautiful.” There was a brief silence. “Um, how much do I have to pay for this?” You tried to pull your hands out of his grasp, but he held on firmly. “It’s on me,” he said. You tried to protest, but Jaemin held his hand up. “Forget it. Just promise me one thing.” “What?” you stuttered, your heart beating two paces faster. “Promise that you'll come back,” Jaemin's eyes were pleading. It was stupid of you, but you were willing to do anything as long as he looked at you like that. “I promise I'll come back.” you breathed.

Jaemin smiled. “I trust your word.” He let go of your hands. (You made a mental note to not wash them for as long as you could.) Taking a nearby scrap of paper, he hastily scrawled on it with a black biro. “In case your nail artist is busy again, take this,” he said, handing you the slip. On it was a mobile number. Was it… “It's my number, of course,” Jaemin shrugged, a shy smile on his face.

You wished that you could control the grin on your face as your heart leapt with joy. “Thank you so much, Jaemin. For everything.” Jaemin took your hands in his again. “It's alright, princess,” he said softly. You felt as if you'd been in love with him forever. “HEY! Jaemin! Enough flirting with that girl!” shouted roller lady. “I have customers waiting to be served, and here you are lowering yourself for miss high and mighty!” The other staff tittered in agreement. Jaemin rolled his eyes. “Alright, sorry Auntie.” He made a phone gesture with his hand, much to roller lady's dismay. “Call me, okay?”

When you were outside in the street, you immediately added Jaemin's number to your phone, your hands shivering with excitement. You decided to save the contact as ‘Jaemin 🎀’. (because, you explained to yourself, of the design of the nails) After some consideration, you scrolled down to your previous nail artist's number and swiped it to the archive folder.

You wouldn't be needing her again.

and that, kids, is how I met your mother

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[ryumean]

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𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 18 ryuki she/her 📍mnl isfj. i’ve been here since 2021 but decided to create a new acc just this year bcos i wanted to start making aus for “funsies”. writes in both english and tagalog (separately).

this blog is not safe for minors, please indicate your age in your blog. english is not my first language, i apologize for future typos and grammatical errors.

i do not tolerate harsh comments. though, i would highly appreciate (proper, not rude) feedbacks.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 faves jujutsu kaisen & lookism

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 music zayn malik, ariana grande, jhené aiko (my mother), & paramore. krnb—saay, dean, ouioui, nason, & brb.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 kpop rv (heavy!!), kiof, stayc, skz, & txt

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 additional i really like reading contemporary romance, one example is the twisted series by ana huang. i also like penelope douglas, and avina st. graves. hmu if you wanna talk ab them more with me!!

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and may i repeat myself, this blog is not recommended for minors. though, i also write sfw sm/aus (uploaded in my mlist)

also, i might be inconsistently active for school reasons. though, i’ll upload from time to time for funsies. thank you and enjoy, lovelies!

[bitchlessdino]

Get to Know Me!

technically tagged by @gyubakeries <3 (tiya ily you're so sweet always)

what's the origin of your blog title? 💘I was originally known as underratedlovedone and wanted a brand change so i did a whole fuckass poll on google forms (pre-tumblr polls btw) and that was so fun. I believe a mutual suggested this name and im sorry but rn their name escapes me. I was almost dildodino....

favorite fandoms: 💘I ult seventeen, that's obvious, got7, and recently yall have seen i've been getting into l0ve and d3ep spac3 (its a fucking problem and I’m not ready to be found yet), but otherwise what else hmmm, I'm a pretty causal listener to most of the rest kpop/krnb. smosh is fun, i love a good laugh, i think half my humor is svt other half from them or smth like that. i get so addicted to things and move on so quicky i'm trying hard to remember rn.

OTP(s)/shipname: 💘These are ship dynamics i absolutely love. Not romantic for obvious reasons. Wonchan, Boochan, Boogyu. it's hard bc i really love group dynamics, like 2+. SVT is so perfect for that actually. and really my ships are usually whatever is my current obsession at the time

favorite color: 💘light blue but specifically, #8AA7CC. it's called polo blue for some reason idk. but this was actually very close to the blue i had for my wedding and its so pretty.

favorite game: 💘I played persona 3:overload for MONTHS, my husband would literally see my gremlin ass at the tv with my controller grinding tf in those dungeons. I'm also a sims enjoyer, l0ve and d3epspac3 again lol, gta6 when it finally fucking comes out gdi rockstar

song stuck in your head: 💘the love and deepspace intro.....its hauntingly beautiful it actually scares me a little. And "if you leave me" by svt is my comfort song rn

weirdest habit/trait? 💘uhhhhh. I pick up on people's speech patterns all the time. Its how i was able to semi-learn some languages or accents. One time i was on a work call with a client that was from Alabama and maybe bc i'm from the south but i started to actually mimic her subconsciously. to this day i hope i didnt offend her or anything. you'll also learn that i'll yap alot reading this. and 'lol' or 'like' and unhealthy amount and i hate that.

hobbies: 💘I write a lot on my own time, i just sometimes don't post it bc its often incomplete or not fully-fledged. I also read, which i need to get back into bc my tbr is long asf. I sing but not as much as i used to. I also cook. sometimes game. Kdramas, anime whatever it’s ongoing at that moment anyways. I enjoy my free time.

if you work, what's your profession? 💘bro when i was working, it was at a bank as a business analyst, sounds impressive, it wasn't. but i miss the steady income

if you could have any job you wish, what would it be? 💘 honest to god, i'd love to go back at tell my younger self to seriously try to get into acting. or film and its production/writing. It wasn't until adulthood that i realized i wanted to work in a creative environment but forgoed for 'realistic careers.' this may be your 4th, 5th, 36th life guys take a chance. there's an AU me out there there that pursued everything I wished for and I wish I was them.

something you're good at: 💘I would also love to know. but i think I'm funny sometimes and a little witty. sometimes i have to stop myself before i say some dumb shit tho, so i spit all that nonsense into my writing.

something you're bad at: 💘most things, especially pushing myself to my full potential. i know i hold myself back a lot. like i keep saying i'll write a book and publish will always have an excuse not to. not deep answer: i cant ride a bike and i refuse to. i just have no balance and i can barely stand straight ngl. and most physical games bc i am feeble i would not survive a zombie apocalypse

something you love: 💘food god i love food. and milk tea or boba tea drinks in general, call me a basic asian idc 💘human interactions but not including me but like people watching, i enjoy seeing a relationship grow and flourish overtime idk such a cute human things. i like to see the humanity in people. 💘the cats in my parents' neighborhood that have made ours and the neighbors across from us lawns pretty much their territory. a whole kitty gang. 💘and days that give me a good reason to put on a cute outfit, and do my hair and makeup. i'm at home a lot so those days are kinda special to me. I'm bare face 98% of the time.

something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: 💘seventeen or in general the 2nd-3rd gen kpop lore, that was my shit. I loved those days with the exception of some things. Oh, and the plots i have going on in my head and the characters i have in mind, building them is so fun to me.

something you hate: 💘 things that don't make sense. ok, i hate on a lot of things and a lot of things don't make sense or they are just an entity they cant help it, but how people let history repeat themselves or events occur knowing fully what's going on. it's just insane. things that don't make sense, i cant help but be frustrated. Also like all of twitter/x and its existence and what it’s brought out in people

something you collect: 💘svt albums but not sm recently, stuffed animals from a couple claw machine places in my area's chinatown, my old peoples meds bc im deteriorating at an accelerated pace, things on my tbr or to watchlist

something you forget: 💘most things like errands, which is why i gotta write in my little iphone notes. where i place my phone bc i don't look where i throw and im screaming for siri in my room to find it. sometimes things i enjoy until i rediscover it one day and that's kinda the best feeling ever like "wow i remember i loved you welcome back"

what's your love language?: 💘word of affirmation and good banter, but not just straight up teasing that gets so old, i want real tension that's just like. "yeah, I thought about you. is that a problem?" OR "So you think I'm hot? "Yeah, but you're still annoying."

favorite movie/show: 💘 I dont know if i have a favorite movie i am always changing my mind about what's good out there, but my favorite show ever is this Kdrama called "Moving" It's beautiful and i loved every side story even the adults like it was so beautifully curated. i still think about it a lot and am waiting for a second season.

favorite food: 💘banh mi, korean fried chicken, and sashimiiiii omg i could just go ham on either one right about now.

favorite animal: 💘cats and dogs <3, basic ass answer but i havent felt super drawn to a specific animal. Maybe a panda bc they're such a mood. ykw a panda they are something else everytime i hear about a report of them

are you musical? 💘I've sang since i could breathe. i vividly remember my younger self getting my parents to call the viet radio so i could sing on there live (this theatric bitch). I was in choir in my teens, and i for a moment learned viola but not so much anymore.

what were you like as a child? 💘annoying no doubt, and so much more carefree than adult me. like she did not give a single fuck and people liked that about her. i miss her.

favorite subject at school? 💘debate! it got me into public speaking and interpretive performance. I really enjoyed growing a voice from learning how to not only build and refute arguments, but it got me to practice my acting chops a little like i wanted to when i was little

least favorite subject? 💘math, unfortunately i was awful and did not pay attention so i kept messing up formulas. that was my fault tho

what's your best character trait? 💘i don't like saying it but my empathy? I've been told that that's how often i respond to most situations and often give people benefit of the doubt. i just never want to assume whatever is going in someone's life bc we really have no fucking clue.

what's your worst character trait? 💘honestly too much of a people pleaser or rule follower sometimes. i let my moral compass rule over most of my decisions and that's not particularly bad but that's how i'm often holding myself back i fear

if you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? 💘 i should have not eaten that pack of buldak ramen bc that was not good for my stomach. i need a real balanced meal especially after what i was told at my doctor's apt.

if you could travel in time who would you like to meet? 💘idk if i want to change any big part of history, that is not something i could leave on my conscious if it blows up the world, but i'd like to visit my younger self that its okay to mess up and really go for things bc she can be so much more if she tried.

recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love): 💘i reallu want to read more but this one is and always one my mind: between you and me by my bb @haologram. it's just so good like shut up and and put this my man in my mo-

Anyways tagging anyone that wants to play!

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i love u so, pls let me go | jaewon

 jaewon was sitting in his studio thinking so much, that he didn’t even notice hanbin walking in.

“yo man, what are you thinking about?” no response. “dude?”

“ah, what?” he didn’t pay anttention, and was kind of missing out, what does his frirend said. “sorry, i zooned out.”

“no problem.” he laughed. “i was asking what are you thinking about?”

“i’m kinda..” he was looking for words “kinda sad.”

“why? does something happend? y/n?”

“yeah, her.”

“did you fight or something?”

“no we didn’t. even if there is reason, she wouldn’t bring it up.” he hissed. “i’m sad, because of me.”

“you can tell me, and i can give you advice.” he smiled at him. “no matter what, jaewon i am here.”

“i love her, you know that, she know that, my parents know that, everyone know that.” hanbin nodded. “but i feel bad. i truly love her, but i feel like i’m not enough. she deserves better.”

“what do you mean?”

“i’m always working on something. you know album, new drama or some shoots. it does take a lot of my time, and energy. i see by myself, that i don’t get enough my time to her. i see how she is happy when she see me, but also how sad she is when i need to go.” he was now looking at his foot. “i know that she misses me so much, i heard how she was talking with her friend that she is tired. she would want to have more time with me, and other shit.”

“ah, i understand now. but she never tolds you, that she is mad about it?”

“she didn’t have to.” he smiled a little. “she is tired of this relationship, and she is in it by herself. i can’t be with her, and took everything from her, but not giving enough.”

 his words were honest. you weren’t type to say it loud about things that upset you, and jaewon knew it perfectly. he just knew by your actions, that you are hurt.

“so you feel like you are keeping her away on a collar?”

“kinda.”

“i mean.” he stopped. “if that would make you both happy, i feel like you should do it, but think abou it, if you aren’t going to regret it.”

“i am sure.” he wasn’t.

 you were staring at your now ex-boyfriend with doubt in his eyes. you couldn’t quite understand what was going on right now. jaewon just walked in, faced you and tell you, that both of you should break up.

“so that’s how it ends.” you hissed. “i thought that you have genuine feelings for me, as i do to you. but..” you were looking now at pictures in frame at the wall “i was wrong. i gave you my all, but now you want to break up. after this time.”

“listen y/n. i love you, i love you so much.” he held your hands, and you were just looking at his hands. “look at me.” you did. “when you love someone you want this person to be happier, you can let go of this person, if this means that it’s going to be better. that’s what i’m doing. don’t you see, that because of my work it’s not working?” he was right. “i’m tired of see you being hurt deep inside, or how many times you were waiting for me. i’m really sad, that i made you upset. that i made you feel like this.”

“but we can still try. i am not complaining!” you lied. “we could get over this. i could be happy at my own, you know. this wasn’t the worst time. i get used to it. if you just want to break up, cause you bored of me, just say it, and don’t lie to my face bastard.”

“i am not lying, y/n. i truly love you, i really do. but i want you to be happier, and i know that right now i can’t be person, who makes you happy.” his voice break down. “i can take away your happines or freedom, just because i am working, and you are waiting. you deserve the best, and i’m taking it away. i love you, but please let me go, as i let go of you. i think you’ll be happier with someone who can be with you.” tear goes down his cheek. he couldn’t believe his words. “i know it’s sounds harsh, but.. we should get over ourselfs.”

“i see.” you said, and let go of his hands. “i don’t see point in it. i was just trying to be by your side no matter what. but it’s okay. if you want me to be happier, then i will. thank you for last two years, and good times. i hope you won’t treat your next girl the same. i hope you’ll understand, that if someone truly loves you, they’ll wait for you.” you turn around. “but now i agree. goodbye, jung jaewon. get your stuff, and get out of my apartament.”

it’s not that good, but i have idea in my head so yeah

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･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 𝙰𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚣 ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

𝐖𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐎𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 (Seonghwa x Reader / Mingi x Reader / Yunho x Mingi / Wooyoung x San)

REVENGE🐍 (ATEEZ x Reader… maybe)

🐶 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘌𝘕𝘋 𝘈𝘚 𝘐𝘛 𝘉𝘌𝘎𝘐𝘕𝘚 🐹 (Yunho x Reader)

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 𝚂𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈 𝙺𝙸𝙳𝚂 ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 - skz version (Jisung x Reader)

𝑪𝑳𝒀𝑫𝑬 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯𝑶𝑼𝑻 𝑩𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑰𝑬 (Changbin x Reader)

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 𝙱𝚃𝚂 ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

🥀 𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑵𝑰𝑨 🥀 (Jung Hoseok x Reader)

･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 𝚁𝙴𝙳 𝚅𝙴𝙻𝚅𝙴𝚃 ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. 

𝑹𝑬𝑫 𝑽𝑬𝑳𝑽𝑬𝒀 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑪𝑻 𝑻𝑶: After the break up you send them a The Rose song

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𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬'𝑺 𝑺𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑰𝑵 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑬𝒀𝑬𝑺 (Jenni x Reader)

𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 (Rosé x Reader)

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XX, or 01, is the debut album from Superbia Entertainment’s duo, X2. It was released on October 21, 2015, and featured the title track chill. Unlike traditional idol group debuts, there were no member teasers released. Instead, 15 second clips of each song were posted on Superbia’s instagram feed two weeks before debut, and a cryptic link that led to a website that was entirely blank and white other than XX and ARE YOU READY? in black, plain font in the center of the webpage. A few inventive fans inspected some of the code on the site, and found more information leading to a second webpage that linked to X2′s official instagram, which was hidden under a nondescript handle. Even still, no photos of the members were released, and although a new photo was posted every day (later revealed to have been taken by RJ), anything that featured a human face was intentionally censored with a glitch effect. A few people guessed that Junsik would be making his duo debut after his solo career (under the name J.SK) kinda fell off the map.

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As the debut date grew closer, the Instagram started becoming more and more cryptic, featuring obscure quotes and graphics, which later were revealed to be hints about the members themselves. Numbers such as the coordinates of their birthplaces and heights were scattered throughout the graphics, and many potential fans on social media figured out that the key to figuring out the numerical code was the word “ready.” After that, things were a lot easier to decode, and the day before the proposed date of their music video release, a teaser was finally posted of each member, with their names.

Even during Junsik’s solo career, he did everything he could in order to avoid showing his face to the public, not wanting to sacrifice his privacy just yet. His teaser was more cryptic than RJ’s to reflect it, but both of them were photographed in a room that seemed to be entirely constructed out of metallic silver, down to the floors. Rj was posed sitting on the edge of a table, a relaxed smile on his face. His style was simple - a hand-painted denim jacket with wave designs on it, jeans, and expensive-looking white sneakers. He wore a baseball cap with the same wave design, hair black and styled slightly messily. Junsik was photographed lying down on a metallic silver couch, an open book draped over and hiding his face. The book cover once again had the wave design on an otherwise solid blue background. The words “RIP BARTHES” were on the bottom part of the cover, a clear reference to the French writer, and in particular, his essay, The Death of the Author. All that could really be seen of Junsik was that his hair was black as well, though his short-sleeved grey tee displayed his tattoos, which a few people recognized from photos that were allegedly of Junsik during his solo works, though they were never confirmed to be him.

TRACKLIST

chill (title) / insp. crush & sik’s song of the same title

cereal / insp.crush & zico’s song of the same title

half moon / insp.dean & gaeko’s song of the same title

bout u / insp. jeebanoff, kvsh, and olnl’s ‘about you’

what 2 do / insp. dean & crush’s song of the same title

hug me / insp. crush & gaeko’s song of the same title

hands on u / insp. dean & anderson .paak’s ‘put my hands on you’

down / insp. sik-k & crush’s party (shut down)

2 much / insp. loco & dean’s ‘too much’

ERA NOTES

The music video editing was very artistic, featuring inventive transitions. Some examples were a glass of silver paint being knocked over, and the camera going into the spill to cut into the next scene, as well as plenty of glitch effects, and upside down cuts of the members seemingly on the ceiling while singing and rapping and seated.

Junsik didn’t dance at all in the music video, but there are a few cuts of RJj dancing a bit in a room with solid blue walls, silver paint slowly dripping from the tops of the walls to the floor. He later released a video of the full choreography, and tutorial videos in English, Korean, and Japanese.

RJ definitely got more screen time, but that was Junsik’s preference. Although he seemed comfortable behind the camera when his face was shown during the music video, he seemed obviously uncomfortable during interviews, especially next to baby twenty-year-old RJ all bright-eyed and eager to talk as much as possible.

After the chill MV was released, both of the members were featured in interview-style videos, where they introduced themselves and spoke more about who they were and their decision to distance themselves from the music, referencing Roland Barthes’s theories on the death of the author, and how by removing the context from a piece of art (whether auditory or visual), the true essence of the music can be gleaned. RJ spoke at length on how someone might have preconceived notions, for example, on his skill or lyrics if they had known his age and lack of experience beforehand beforehand. Both discussed how Korea’s music industry is so image-oriented that what they did was risky, but ultimately created the intrigue they needed around their music. When asked why RJ chose to reveal his face sooner than junsik, he commented that although it made him nervous, he needed to do it in order to prove to himself that he could do it.

RJ took it upon himself to translate almost everything he said into the three languages he knows, and Junsik joked around with him about showing off, but the easygoing and good-natured affects of the two were well displayed in how they interacted with one another onscreen.

A live performance version of hands on u was released, and once again, more dance from RJ. Junsik teased him about how he should have just debuted in an idol group if he wanted to dance, and RJ did unfortunately receive a bit of controversy for his eye roll and disgusted expression at the suggestion.

They got off to a bit of a rocky start with further controversy right from the beginning as pictures of RJ were leaked that showed him drinking underaged predebut, but he apologized, and claimed his friends were drinking but he wasn’t while with them. (Which was a lie, and he was much more careful from there on out).

During an interview, junsik was asked how he felt about debuting again, especially with someone so much younger than he was. Junsik literally looked the camera dead in the eye and said “it beats going broke.”

So yeah maybe RJ was fully convinced Junsik hated his guts for the first like eight months of working together.

As some of the tracks are explicit, the English curse in chill was censored with “messed up” rather than “fucked up”

RJ was clearly uncomfortable with the amount of recognition he received right off the bat for being able to sing, rap, dance, model, and produce at his age. He tried often to keep bringing up how talented Junsik was in interviews and to divert the attention away from himself, but it made him come across as dismissive and ungrateful...which led to more difficulty for the poor thing, so debuting had its ups and its downs for both of them. RJ spent the first few months after debut stressed as hell and grappling with how difficult it was to maintain a good image, as everything he said and did was so harshly analyzed. 

A few people recognized RJ as a dancer from some dance videos and covers, as well as a back-up dancer for a few groups. In fact, he went somewhat viral a few months before XX’s release for being “the hot backup dancer” for a popular soloist, though no one really expected him to be a trainee about to debut himself.

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Belle’s 1st Mini Album, “First Step”, released on November 21st, 2017

01. 알아 I know

02. Why (ft. George)

03. 돌아오지마 Don't Come Back

04. Underwater

05. 내가 더 나빠 Didn't Know Me

06. Outro: Remember (Piano)

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“___, please just come party with us tonight!” Your bestfriend Jada whined.

Tonight was girls night out and your friends really wanted you to come. But unfortunately, you have to work to pay off your college fees.

“No, Jada! I don’t want to get drunk tonight and plus I have work. So that’s a double no,”

She sighed in defeat, “Please just come and party with us. Yes you have to work but you’re also not a slave,”

Glaring at her, you opened your mouth to speak but got cut off. “You know what, alright! Fine! Don’t come party with us. Just be a complete old lady with cats for the rest of your life.”

“Haha” You laughed sarcastically, “If me being a waitress doesn’t work then I’ll become a sugar baby. Trust me.”

“Ew. You’re gonna be with old men.” Jada made a throwing up gesture, “Sick.”

“Not all of them are that old. Now get out of my house.”

“Okay, Y/N. I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you about our fun night because I know you’d wanna know. Love you.” Jada laughed while walking out of your small apartment.

“Ugh.” You sighed while getting up to shower.

Working and going to school was so hard. Your schedule wasn’t filled but you always have to study and work. Coming from a non wealthy family was hard. Your mom supported you 100% and had gotten you into a program that helped you pay for college but not fully. You didn’t want to take out a loan because well it’ll mess up your credit if you didn’t pay it back and you didn’t want that to happen. Getting a sugar daddy is literally next on the list for you.

You cut on the shower water and waited for it to get warm enough for you to get in. Stripping out of your sweats, tank top, and underwear to hop into the shower.

Allowing the water to hit your tense body, you sighed deeply. All of the tension that was in you was slowly leaving one by one. You didn’t want to get too relaxed because you’d probably end up falling asleep and then missing work.. Then bam, you’re fired the next day.

Fifteen minutes passed and you decided to hop out of the shower. Sense you’re in your own home, you can walk around the house naked whenever you please.

You walked to your bedroom and dried off with a clean towel and looked for some underwear and a bra. After you found your underwear and things, you threw on your work outfit and walked to your vanity to fix your hair and do some slight makeup.

After doing finishing up your hair, and applying falsies, you headed to your living room to put on your shoes and walked out the house.

You were greeted to the setting sun and fresh spring air. Even though the weather was nice, you wasn’t feeling good. Yes, you liked your job. No, you didn’t like how they had you working. The location of the restaurant was great but your pay of course isn’t. Walking down the complex steps, you made your way to work. If you was feeling very lazy then you would’ve caught the bus but it isn’t that far away from your home so you just decided to walk.

“Hey, ___ are you ready for tonight?” Your manager asks you.

“I’m always ready. Nothing’s new.” You shrugged. He always ask you stupid questions like that. It’s really nothing special about the job.

“I was just making sure, y’know. Don’t wanna send you out there too stressed for tonight. See ya!” He said while walking out of the restaurant kitchen.

You glared at him until his presence was gone. you hate it when your manager says stupid things like that, it messes with you.

You threw on you waist apron and grabbed your mini notebook and pin and walked out the kitchen into the main area. The restaurant was getting full since it was the evening and Friday. It’s always packed around this time.

Glancing around you catch eyes with a man. A handsome one at that. He calls you over so you can take his order and you’ve never walked so fast in your life.

“Hello welcome to Canil’s, shall I start you off with a drink or are you ready to order?” You asked professionally despite your post attitude

He just smiled, “I guess that’s a no?” You added.

“Oh no, you can start me off with a drink. My friends isn’t here yet.” His voice is gorgeous,

”you can bring me a ice water and also some red pepper hummus with pita crackers.” You wrote down every word he said and smiled at him, “I’ll be back shortly.”

Hurrying back to give his order to the chef, he began to prepare fresh red pepper hummus. You grabbed a glass cup and went over to the refreshments to give him ice and some a good amount of fresh water.

You walked out of the kitchen to take him his drink only to be greeted to a girl. She looked mad but for all we know it could be her natural look. “Excuse me, here’s the ice water he asked for.”

She stared at you awaiting for you to put it down, “The hummus will be done in fifteen minutes or less.” You smiled and then walked away.

“Was that his girlfriend” you thought to yourself. You were planning on getting to know him much more but probably not anymore.

40 minutes passed and the restaurant was filled to the rim. You was very very busy tonight. The guy you met had a group of friends come in. They all were wearing black so you automatically thought they were meeting for business, which they wasn’t.

Getting called to different tables was nerve wracking and a pain in the ass, you couldn’t wait until your shift was over. “Y/N!”your manager called you from around the corner. While rolling your eyes, you turned around and began to make your way towards him.

“Yes?”

He smiled at you, “How’s your night going?”

“Better than ever I guess.” You sighed, tonight was the most exhausting night.

“If you want to go home early just tell me. You’re working yourself up.”

This is the first time you liked him as your manager. He never suggested for you to go home early. “Alright, boss. Thanks.” And then you walked away.

Going to the kitchen counter to grab table 012 orders and to take it to them. After you took them their plates and telling them to enjoy, you started looking around only to be greeted by the empty that the guy and his friends were sitting in. A wave of sadness washed over you. You don’t even know why you’re sad, you don’t even know the guy.

“Hey boss.” You called out, walking towards him, “I’m clocking out. Stomach’s hurting really bad.”

He just nodded his head and told you to feel better. After clocking out and putting your work items up, you headed for the exit. The cool night breeze felt so refreshing to the point to where you decided to walk home from work and not catch the bus.

You were only two minutes into walking home and you’ve already got cat called three times by thirsty perverts. They asked if you wanted a ride or if you wanted to have some fun tonight but you kindly declined.

“It’s fucking cold out here.” You thought to yourself. Yes you just said the weather was refreshing but that was when you exited from a hot predicament to a cool one.

Stopping at a stop walk, you spotted a group of people, a big one at that, standing across the street hanging out by a big brick wall that blocks a convenient spot. Oh how you hated walking pass groups of people.

The walking sign finally turned into a green walking logo and you started to walk across the street “You got this, Y/N. You got this.” you said to yourself.

When the group of people saw you crossing the street, they all stared at you. Of course you had to be the one to stare back at all of them.

“What is she staring at?” You heard a girl say to another,

“I don’t know but she better chill and watch it.” Another replied.

“Excuse me?” You asked in a quite harsh way

“Calm your tone.” One said

“Isn’t this the girl that served us?” The other joined in

“Yeah, the one that was practically drooling over Simon.” One lastly said

“Me? No I think you guys have me mixed up with someone else. Now please move out of my way. I really have to get home.”

“There’s a nicer way to say it.” One of the girls harshly said,

“Oh yeah, there is. Okay um, get the fuck out of my way so I can get home. Thanks.” You were fed up with their bullshit. What the hell are they even messing with you for?

Walking away besides them, they watched you disappear into the darkness before starting back their conversation. “Wonjae, I want you to follow her home. Keep us updated on her.” Hoody stated, “I have something in mind.”

Waking up to a bright sun beaming through your window and the cool AC blasting, you kicked your legs to the side of the bed and sat up. Glancing at the clock, it read ‘1:50 PM’ you really wasn’t a morning person.

Standing up, you made your way to the main area, only to be greeted to a complete mess. Your kitchen cabinets were all open, family pictures knocked down, glass everywhere, and your TV was knocked down as well.

“What the hell?” You said to yourself. How could you not hear any of this when you were sleeping? Staring around more, you realized that your door was slightly open and your security alarm was off.

Rushing to your phone, you dialed your emergency services number. No one stole anything but you felt as if this wasn’t right nor safe.

“You don’t remember anything?” The investigator asked. Currently, your house was being checked and you were being questioned,

You sighed, “No. I can’t remember anything because I was asleep.”

“Was there anyone that you engaged with before this incident happened?” She asked, writing into her notebook,

“Um.” You had to think, who did you run into last night again? Shit, you don’t remember. “No one. I didn’t engage with anyone last night.”

“Well that’s all I have to ask you for today. We’ll keep you updated on the information we find. As of now, the investigation is still in progress.”

“You guys didn’t find any fingerprints?” You questioned

“No ma’am. We didn’t find anything.”

“Are you serious? You guys didn’t find not one bit of evidence? I’m not safe!”

“I’m sorry that we didn’t find anything but the people that did break into your house are most likely professionals. If anything else happens, call the police. It was nice chatting with you.” And with that being said, she walked away.

You sat there dumbfounded. How could you not hear any of this when it occurred? But also, who did it? You didn’t cause any problems with anyone.

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Behind the scenes - I’m Not Sorry MV : Unreleased scene 

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Request:  Hey sorry to be a bother but can I request a Samuel Seo text where he's really stressed out about his music and takes it out on y/n and they get into an argument but Samuel apologies and it's fluffy at the end, thank you in advance ❤

A/N: Sorry for the wait! Enjoy!