#m: juhaknyeon

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20241028 | THE BOYZ - TRIGGER THE BOYZ 9th MINI ALBUM [導火線] (TRIGGER)

THE BOYZ Music Videos [1/?]

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THE BOYZ “WATCH IT” MV

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HAKNYEON Watch It (2023)

[neobi]

[scan] phantasy sketch photobook

[aeharbour]

🪧Masterlist

🪧Parts: one I

🪧Genre: Fantasy, Horror, Alternate Universes

🪧Pairing(s): Hyunjae x Reader, Q x Reader

🪧Summary: Seoul is in lockdown after a horrific outbreak. Separated from her family and fiancé, a young woman joins forces with three strangers to reach her family. A desperate fight for escape unfolds as they race against time and the growing chaos to survive.

🪧Word Count: 2,450

🪧Warning : Mention of zombies, and subtle references to the 2020 pandemic

net: @deoboyznet

You leaned against the cool metal wall of the elevator, your head throbbing in time with each ascending floor. The bright lights shine over your pale face, making you push the cap on your head further down. Last night's after-work hangout had been a whirlwind of chattering workers, loud music, and endless soju bombs. Now, the remnants of too much alcohol twister your stomach into knots. You closed your eyes, hoping the ride would end soon, but the soft ding of each floor felt like a hammer against your skull.

Your phone buzzed in your pocket, but you ignored it—no doubt a message from your fiancé, who finally had some time to use his phone privileges. You felt guilty for ignoring Jaehyun when you had so little time to speak to him each day, but there was no way you could bear to look at the glowing screen.

The door opened, and you were about to sigh relief before a tall man stepped inside with a large duffle.

Level 6, which means you had 7 more floors to go.

You shyly recognize that the male beside you is handsome, his broad shoulders and defined jawline accentuated by his fitted t-shirt. He gave you a polite nod of acknowledgment, which you returned with a slight smile before averting your gaze.

As the elevator approached your floor, you took a deep breath, hoping your headache would ease once you were in the quiet of your apartment. The doors opened with a final ding, and you stepped out. To your surprise, the man followed, heading in the same direction.

You walked silently down the hallway together, the soft carpet muffling your footsteps. When you reached your door, you hesitated momentarily, fumbling for your keys. He stopped at the apartment directly across from yours, and you watched from the corner of your eye as the door opened and he slipped inside.

You mused that he must be a friend of Changmin's, unlocking your door. You knew your neighbour in passing, another attractive tall male who coincidentally works in the building across from your office. Jaehyun was more familiar with your neighbour than you were; the two of them once got into a small fight over something as trivial as parking space, but that deterred you from ever building a friendly relationship with Changmin.

You step inside and slide into your slippers, hanging your coat and bag on the rack. Thinking back to all your decisions yesterday, staying over at Naeun's house when you had nothing clean to wear was probably the worst. The throbbing in your head persisted as you moved towards your ensuite bathroom, hoping a quick shower might alleviate the dull ache and eliminate the smoke smell stuck on your hair.

Glancing out the window as you shuffle out of your clothes, you notice a small traffic jam has formed due to a car crash on the main road next to your apartment block. You grimace. Great. Just what you need – another obstacle before getting some much-needed rest. Sighing as you step into the bathroom, you turn on the hot water in the shower, hoping the steam will help clear your head. As the small room fills with warmth, your phone buzzes again persistently on the counter.

This time, the guilt wins the battle. Ignoring the dull ache behind your eyes, you stretch out a soapy arm and grab the phone, the screen momentarily obscured by a sheen of water. A glance at the caller ID reveals it's not Jaehyun but your mother. A flicker of surprise shoots through you – your mom rarely calls you so early on the weekends.

"Eomma," you answer, your voice echoing slightly in the shower. The sound of your own voice, hoarse and scratchy, makes you wince.

"There you are! I've been trying to reach you all afternoon," your mom's voice comes through, laced with a hint of panic that sends a jolt through you. "Have you seen the news?"

Panic claws at your throat, mirroring the tightening sensation in your stomach. News? With a growing dread, you picture flashing headlines about military disputes or other political turmoils.

"No, I haven't," you manage, the steam making your voice even more raspy. "What's going on?"

The sound of your mother taking a deep breath reaches you through the receiver. It's a shaky breath, unlike the usual sigh of exasperation she reserves for your life.

"There's been an outbreak," she says, her voice tight. "An airborne virus. They're calling it 'Zen II'. The government just announced a city-wide lockdown will be initiated tomorrow. You must get into your car and drive to Incheon immediately."

The phone feels slick in your wet hand. Lockdown? A new virus? You thought you'd never have to deal with all of that again, how could the government let it get this far without a word leaking to the press. A million questions bombard your mind, but the hot water stinging your skin reminds you of your immediate situation.

"Okay, Mom. I'll start packing and try to make it home before midnight," you say, forcing your voice to stay calm. "But what about Jaehyun? Are they saying something about the military?"

"There'll be more information on the news. Jaehyun will probably get leave as well, don't worry. I will talk to his mother and call you back. Try to shower quickly, would you."

The line goes dead before you can ask anything further.

You stare at the phone, a cold dread settling in your stomach. Guilt crashes over you like a wave – the after-effects of last night's work gathering suddenly feel trivial compared to the news your mother just delivered. You should have gone home and been preparing for this, not nursing a hangover in the shower. You force yourself to focus. Packing. That's what you need to do. Food, water, essentials – the same drill you went through years ago feels chillingly familiar.

With a sigh that echoes off the wet tiles, you step out of the shower, the chill of the apartment contrasting sharply with the hot water. Wrapping yourself in a towel, you grab your phone and scramble for a dry spot.

It would be nice to check the news for yourself. As you open the news app, an old notification pops up – a message from Jaehyun. Your heart leaps momentarily before sinking again. You were supposed to meet tomorrow for family visitation, there's no way that's still on.

01:43 Hey love, I just got off duty. Did you make it home okay?

In your drunken stupor, you hadn't even let him know you would be staying over at Naeun's. You bite your lip, the weight of your actions pressing down on you. Ignoring Jaehyun's text for now, you toss your towel aside and rush to your closet.

Clothes are thrown onto the bed in a flurry - jeans, t-shirts, a warm hoodie. You rummage through drawers, shoving socks and underwear into your only suitcase.

Suddenly, a loud BANG echoes from outside your window. Your heart jumps into your throat. Adrenaline surges through you, so you race to the window and fling open the blinds. Your breath hitches. The traffic jam you noticed earlier has become a scene of chaos. Cars are abandoned, doors flung open. In the distance, you could hear a loud ambulance siren echo through your double-paned glass window.

Your stomach lurches. It's real. Zen II. The news reports you missed must have been filled with all the details. But there's no time to dwell on that now. You grab your phone, and Jaehyun's message flashes on the screen, mocking you. With trembling fingers, you type a quick reply.

14:27 I'm sure you have heard about the lockdown by now. I'm on my way to my parent's house. Stay safe. I love you.

You hit send without proofreading, shoving the phone back into your bag. A second, another bang erupts from downstairs, closer this time. It's probably coming from the car park below your apartment building.

Panic thrums through your veins. You grab your suitcase bag and sprint towards the door and the brightly lit elevator at the end of the hall.

The elevator descended, each floor seeming to take an eternity. The tension in the air is so unfamiliar to the ride upstairs that it feels like it was yesterday and not an hour ago. The silence is suffocating, broken only by the anxious gasps escaping your lips.

The doors finally slid open, revealing the dimly lit car park. You scanned the rows of parked cars, searching for your familiar blue sedan. There. In the spot somewhere across from the elevator. Relief flooded your system momentarily before a wave of nausea washed over you. Your car wasn't facing forward the way you left it yesterday. It was backed in, haphazardly at that, one bumper dented and scraping against the concrete wall.

Anger flared, hot and sharp, momentarily eclipsing the anxiety gnawing at your gut. Who did this? Some careless driver amid the chaos? It didn't matter. Whoever it was had just thrown a wrench into your escape plan.

You quickly approached your car, the silence broken only by the sound of your suitcase's wheels bumping against the concrete floor. Reaching the dented bumper, you peered through the driver's side window. The airbags had deployed, but the keys, thankfully, were still in the ignition.

But a flicker of movement in the back seat caught your eye. You froze, breath catching in your throat. A low, guttural moan rose from within the vehicle.

Panic rocketed through you, momentarily eclipsing the nausea. A figure, its silhouette vaguely humanoid but grotesquely contorted, lunged from the backseat of your car. Claws, long and dripping with something viscous, scraped uselessly against the glass, missing you by a hair's breadth. You lurch backwards, the suitcase wheels screeching as they scrape across the concrete. Your foot gets caught on an uneven edge, sending you sprawling onto the grimy floor.

Pain flared in your ankle, but it was quickly overshadowed by a new terror. A strangled scream ripped from your throat as you scrambled to your feet, heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs.

Your eyes darted around the dimly lit car park, searching for an escape route.

Just then, headlights cut through the gloom, bearing down on you with terrifying speed. With a screech of tyres, the car slammed to a halt mere inches from where you stood, the force of it momentarily knocking the wind out of your lungs.

Squinting through the sudden brightness, you recognized the car – it was Changmin's jeep, one you usually see on your way to university. The passenger's door swung open, and the man you recognized from the elevator wordlessly grabbed your suitcase and pushed you into the car's back seat.

"Wait, what are-" you ask before he tries to shut the door in your face.

"Just get in," he barked, his voice gruff, "We don't have much time."

Before you could question his urgency, you noticed the man sitting beside you. This man, younger and with a mop of unruly hair, held out a hand to help you settle in with your suitcase. Ignoring the throbbing pain in your ankle, you grabbed his hand and slid into the middle seat. The taller male quickly pulled your suitcase in after you, slamming the door shut and getting into his own seat just as another guttural moan echoed from behind your car.

Through the rearview mirror, you caught a glimpse of the horrifying figure clawing uselessly at the empty space where you once stood. A wave of nausea hit you again, but you forced it down. Now wasn't the time to be sick.

"Sorry for Younghoon, we're all just a little rattled," the man beside you explained, his voice surprisingly calm. "We were by the exit when we heard you scream, thank god we arrived in time. My name's Chanhee, by the way."

"Hi," you breathe out, frazzled and introduce yourself.

The engine roared to life, tyres screeching against the concrete as Changmin peeled out of the car park. The familiar street outside your apartment building now had an unsettling air – abandoned cars haphazardly blocking lanes, overturned trash cans, and the occasional flicker of flames in the distance painted a picture of a city in descent.

"Where are we going?" you asked, clutching your suitcase tightly.

Changmin glanced at you briefly through the rearview mirror, his jaw clenched tight. "The nearest express bus station. It's a gamble, but it's our best chance to get out of the city before the lockdown clamps down hard."

"Shouldn't we stop by a convenience store? Just in case?" Chanhee chimed in from the passenger seat.

"There is no time, Seoul is the only city that is currently afflicted" Changmin replied, "The lockdown will seal the city soon, and who knows what will happen then. We need to get outside the city limits. Do you have somewhere to stay?"

You realize the last question was directed towards you, "Yes. Yes, my parents are waiting for me in Incheon."

You watched Changmin take in your words as silence settled for a moment.

"What about your boyfriend?"

"My fiance," you reply, "He's stationed in Yangju."

"That's not too far, but I doubt they are letting the soldiers go anywhere with a zombie outbreak."

The word "zombie" echoed in your mind. It felt strange, almost unreal. Throughout your life, it had been confined to the pages of comic books and the flickering screens of horror movies. It sounded absurd.

"Those things," you collect your thoughts, "They were human?"

You watch Changmin through the rearview mirror as his eyebrows furrow and unfurrow at your question.

"That's what they're saying."

The express bus station loomed closer, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. But even as relief flickered in your heart, you knew the real challenge was just beginning. Reaching the station was one thing; securing passage on a bus out of the city was entirely another.

"Do you think they'll be letting people on the buses?" you asked, voicing the worry gnawing at your gut. Images of desperate crowds and overflowing buses flashed through your mind.

Chanhee shook his head, his youthful optimism tempered by the grim reality around them. "Maybe. Maybe not. But it's our best bet. We just have to get there and hope for the best."

His words offered little comfort, but they were all you had. Gripping your aching ankle tighter, a silent prayer escaped your lips as Changmin slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

You had arrived.

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juhaknyeon

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hihi could u do who in the boyz would date a foreigner when you get the time? please and thank u 🫶🏼🫶🏼

Keeping in mind that this is about dating and not marrying

Also keep in mind that from their pov, "foreign" could just as well be someone who was born or raised in another country but still is living in Korea right now, or even just someone mixed. And even for the "foreign" members of the groups, I'm considering the word foreign as meaning "not Korean".

SANGYEON: queen of swords, hierophant

He prefers something traditional even if just for dating, he likes the more quiet classy poise of Korean people. If not Korean at least still understanding East Asian culture.

JACOB: 7 of pentacles, knight of cups

Although someone completely outside of korean culture would take more time for him to adjust (even though he is a “foreigner” himself) and he would want to get to know the person as friend first, as long as there is love and attraction it could work.

YOUNGHOON: 8 of pentacles, queen of pentacles

He would see it as a lot of work especially if he’d had to learn another language and he prefers something more simple and familiar. So maybe a japanese for example, but not anyone with too many cultural differences. He is open to a friendship though.

HYUNJAE: high priestess, knight of cups

if the chemistry and the emotional connection is there yes. He is a bit confused and uncertain as to how this could work out, but he is open to it. And he would observe the person first and be sure that he can trust them, he wouldn't let just anybody in.

JUYEON: 3 of pentacles, 6 of wands

Yes he likes to learn, so he’s open to different kinds of people, but the person would have to impress him a lot and match korean standards (for beauty, reputation and what is considered “proper”), basically it needs to be someone he can show off XD

KEVIN: justice, 5 of wands

He already has, however it seems like there were struggles and a need for balance because he and his partner would bicker on how to do things the right way…etc, and possibly this was a long distance relationship which didn't work out for them. But with the justice card, it could be what he is “destined” for in the end (not long distance, but a foreign partner, which may not be too foreign for him as he is Canadian).

NEW: knight of wands, 3 of swords

He probably has already, the relationship was very exciting and free, but it ended in heartbreak and gave him a bad idea of what dating a foreigner is like. So casual fling yes, but long term relationship probably not at the moment.

Q: 10 of swords, 5 of cups

He probably has dated a foreigner too, but it ended very badly. Big heartbreak which was in part due to the differences. So right now it’s a no for him. 

JUHAKNYEON: 6 of cups, 9 of pentacles, the world

Yes, he’s all about the connection and he is very open minded and interested in the rest of the world. As long as there is joy, pleasure, a certain stability he totally is up for it. He could even be in a long term relationship with a foreigner too.

SUNWOO: 2 of wands, page of swords

Yes for a fling, no for a more serious relationship. He likes to explore, so as long as there is attraction and an equal exchange, that there’s playfulness and passion, sure. But don't expect anything more.

ERIC: 4 of swords, knight of swords

Yes, he doesn’t really care about that, as long as he feels attraction, he just goes for it and follows his impulse.

[cherryhak]

Tired - Ju Haknyeon

Pairing. Ju Haknyeon x gn!reader

Genre. Fluff | bf!haknyeon taking care of tired reader | established relationship | lots of head kisses | overall fluff

Warnings. None (?), mention of food

Wc. 598

A tired sigh left your lips as you stepped into your shared apartment. Today was a long and exhausting day and all you wanted right now was to drown yourself in your lover's arms.

Speaking of which, Haknyeon's head peeked from the hallway and once he took in your tired apparence, he immediately walked to you and engulfed you into a warm, welcoming hug.

"Tired ?" He asked against your hair, one of his hand soothingly rubbing circles on your back.

You quickly relaxed in his embrace and a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

Too tired to make any coherent sentence you simply hummed in response to his question.

His lips lingered on top of your head for a few moments, planting soft kisses to your crown until he pulled away from the hug, still holding onto your shoulders as your arms lazily hang around his waist. He stared at you with loving eyes and his hand made its way to your face to tuck a foreign strand of hair behind your ear.

"Did you eat ?"

You shook your head no causing a small pout to appear on Haknyeon's lips and you couldn't resist but plant a small peck on them.

"You should" he said

"I don't feel like eating, all i wanna do right now is cuddle and sleep"

His pouty lips quickly turned into a smile at what you said.

"Okay then, go take a shower and join me in bed ?" He asked with a tilt of his head

"Sounds good to me" you smiled back

He pecked your lips one last time before letting you go upstairs to get some fresh clothes and take a warm shower.

After a solid 20 minutes of enjoying the feeling of luke water trickling down your skin and relieving all the stress and exhaustion your body accumulated throughout the day, you decided to step out of the shower and get ready for bed.

As relieving as the shower was, your body was still extremely tired and your eyelids felt heavy. Needless to say, you were totally consumed by exhaustion.

Entering your shared bedroom you saw your boyfriend under the sheets, patiently waiting for you.

He stretched his arms out for you to join him which you immediately did ; slipping under the covers and pressing your tired body against his warm one, your head resting on his chest as his hands came up to burry in your hair almost immediately.

"Feeling better ?" He asked softly

"A little" you answered tightening your arms around his body.

Kissing the top of your head, the both of you let the silence take over the room. The only sound you could hear was his heart beating against his chest and his soft breathing.

"Tell me about your day" his soft voice broke the silence

"It was horrible Hak, i don't wanna ruin the mood" you mumbled

"It's okay just tell me. I wanna hear it"

You laughed quietly and complied, ranting about how annoying your co-worker was being and how a certain customer made a scene about her iced tea being too cold (which seemed to be the funniest thing Haknyeon has heard in a while from how hard he laughed at it)

After some time, you words started to get slurred until you stopped in the middle of your sentence and fell completely silent.

Haknyeon looked down at you only to find you fast asleep on his chest.

With one last kiss to your head, he turned off the bedside lamp, wishing you a goodnight and joined you into dreamland.

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20241028 | THE BOYZ - TRIGGER THE BOYZ 9th MINI ALBUM [導火線] (TRIGGER)

THE BOYZ Music Videos [2/?]

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THE BOYZ ‘NECTAR’ ✧ Relay Dance

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HAKNYEON PHANTASY Pt. 2: The Sixth Sense jacket shooting

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