#min eunji

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Min Eun-ji portrayed by Oh Hye-soo

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Get To Know Me ✨

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+ about

#stage name - eunji #birth name - gwan eunji #birth name meaning - 'eunji' means 'kindness' or 'mercy' #birthday - december 24th, 1992 #birthplace - nam district, gwangju, south korea #hometown - gwangju, south korea #nationality - korean #ethnicity - korean #languages - korean (native), english (conversational) #MBTI - ISFP (the adventurer) #representative emoji - 🦊/🦉 (fox & owl) #zodiac - capricorn | #chinese zodiac - monkey

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+ appearance

#idol look alike - seori, korean solo artist #natural hair color - black #natural hair type - wavy #eye color - light brown #height - 170cm (5'7'') #blood type - A+ #dominant hand - right hand #special features - broad shoulders & slim figure #birthmarks - she has a birthmark on her temple #scars - she has has a big scar that stretches from her stomach over her right ribcage to her right collarbone; she has smaller scars littering her body #modifications - eunji has four piercings & five tattoos

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+ career

#occupations - rap (100%), vocal (90%), songwriting (80%), dance (50%), producing (20%) #positions - rapper, visual, vocalist, (songwriter) #company - Big Hit Music, part of Hybe Labels (2009-present) #trainee period - 4 years (2009 - early 2013) #group debut - june 13th, 2013 #debut age - 21 years old #years active - 2013 - present #association - Big Hit Entertainment, Hybe Labels, BTS

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+ statistics

vocals: 9/10 rap: 10/10 dance: 5/10 acting: 10/10 variety: 7/10 modeling: 8/10 songwriting: 8/10 producing: 2/10

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+ health

#mental - eunji has a lack of self-esteem, often doubting her looks and skills; she also has PTSD from a accident in her childhood #physical - due to an injury related to an accident she has to take medication regularly; she suffers from cardiac arrhythmia due to said accident #phobia - acrophobia/aerophobia (fear of heights/fear of flying) & dystychiphobia (fear of accidents) #allergy - not known

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+ personal

#strengths - charming, sensitive to others, imaginative, passionate, curious, artistic #weaknesses - fiercely independent, unpredictable, easily stressed, fluctuating self-esteem #talents - clothing- & jewelry-making (fashion design); painting; bending her thumb #hobbies - singing, spending time with her members, taking photographs, painting, making clothing #likes - spending time in her art room, the smell of paint, cozy blankets, autumn, golden sunlight, plants, kids, crocheting, K-Drama, foxes, the feeling of paint drying on skin, spices, recycling clothing/outfits, cats #dislikes - planes, people insulting her scars, flying, the feeling of slime, sad movies, the smell of gasoline, chewing gum, hot weather, nightmares, the taste of blood, snoring, strongly scented candles, loud noises

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so hot (you’re hurting my feelings) | KSJ

✧ PAIRING: seokjin x fem!reader

✧ SUMMARY: You haven’t heard from your ex, Seokjin, in a year. When you're invited to his best friend Yoongi's engagement party, you know you should say no, that you should just leave it alone. But you can't pass up the chance to show Seokjin what he lost.

✧ TAGS: exes to lovers, light angst, seokjin’s problem is that he is chronically unserious (who is surprised?), smut, seokjin has a big dick (again who is surprised?)

✧ WARNINGS: hurt feelings, the angst is pretty light but it's still there, vaginal sex, riding!!!

✧ AUTHOR’S NOTE: it is here!!! sorry it took so long, i've never written seokjin before!!! and then it turned into a monster like holy fuck. like study break, this wasn't beta'd, so i apologize in advance for mistakes/repeated phrases. seriously, i didn't even re-read it after i finished it because i just can't look at it anymore LMAO. STREAM HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!

✧ WORDCOUNT: 4.4k words

[10:42] Seokjin: i heard jimin invited you to the party for yoongi and eunji on saturday

[10:42] Seokjin: are you going?

You should’ve said no. That is one-hundred percent clear to you now.

Better yet, you really should’ve blocked Seokjin’s number a long time ago, laughed in Park Jimin’s stupid face when he invited you in the first place.

You’re super happy for Yoongi, you are. You were around when he and Eunji first started seeing each other, watched Yoongi agonize over the mushy, embarrassing feelings that come with falling in love. The fact that they’re engaged now? Insane. But knowing Yoongi, he surely would’ve been just as satisfied with a cursory ‘congratulations’ text. 

Any sentence that starts with ‘Yoongi’ and ends in ‘party’ usually has a big, fat ‘doesn’t want to go to’ smushed in the middle. Bold and underlined. You knew from the get-go that any and all planning of this party was Jimin’s doing, and Jimin’s doing alone. That Yoongi would’ve been totally unbothered if you couldn’t make it.

Besides, Yoongi may be your friend, but Seokjin is your ex. And wherever there is Min Yoongi, there is also Kim Seokjin. Fuck, he’s probably going to be the best man. The logical part of you knew that it would be better for all parties involved to politely decline, to make up an excuse not to go.

Instead, what you said was—

[10:58] You: yeah i’ll be there

Maybe you’re trying to prove a point. Prove that you’re better off now, although whether you’re trying to prove it to Seokjin or yourself you still don’t know. It would explain the dress you’re wearing: short, fitting, a soft, baby pink—his favorite. Look at what you gave up, it screams. 

Because you need him to know.

You haven’t seen each other in well over a year. It hurt, then, but now you’re thankful because it means he missed your rock bottom. He missed all of the tears you shed for him, the stolen sweatshirts you refused to stop wearing—the gaping, Seokjin-shaped hole he left in your life.

There was a time where you’d thought Seokjin was The One. It was no secret that you were heading towards marriage. Seokjin is the type of guy you’d always fantasized about being married to. On paper, he was perfect: kind, handsome, funny. Knew his way around a kitchen. Charmed your parents within seconds of meeting them.

But perfect on paper very seldom means perfect in reality. As it turned out, Seokjin had many flaws, the most notable being his inability to have difficult conversations. It was endearing until it wasn’t, until difficult conversations became more and more necessary to have the kind of future you’d dreamed of having with him.

Even the way things ended felt like the punchline to a joke that didn’t quite land. You broke things off, but you were still the more heartbroken one in the end. He handled it so graciously. 

So, yes, part of you desperately needs him to see you, now that you’ve picked yourself back up.

Another part, though—a part that has decided to only make itself known now that you’ve actually stepped foot into Park Jimin’s soiree from hell—is fucking terrified of facing him after all this time. Terrified that he’ll see right through the makeup, the styled hair, the carefully placed mask—to find that you’re just as shattered as you were the day he left.

Standing here now, at a party that could’ve been yours and Seokjin’s in another life, you suddenly feel like you’ve made a horrible mistake.

But you’re here. No turning back now, because Jimin has already seen you, will surely notice if you suddenly go missing.

Thankfully, you excel at compartmentalizing like no other. Revenge era aside, you’re here to celebrate Yoongi and Eunji more than anything else. You fix your dress, fix your smile. Raise a glass to the happy couple and swallow down your nerves with a mouthful of expensive champagne.

You make your rounds. You haven’t seen most of the people here since you and Seokjin broke up, since they were all Seokjin’s friends first. Despite the urge to look over your shoulder every ten seconds, it’s nice to see them. You missed them.

The happy couple are just that: happy. Although Yoongi looks like he wants to strangle Party Planner Jimin™ with the tie he’s been forced to wear. Namjoon got a promotion at work since you last saw him. Hoseok is seeing someone new. Taehyung is seeing several new someones. Jeongguk is pink-cheeked and plastered. Everything is the same and completely different, and you can’t help the fondness that fills you as you greet them one by one.

Foolishly, you almost forget. Almost. You just barely make it to Yoongi’s fancy kitchen, looking to top off your champagne, when suddenly you feel a warm, familiar hand on your elbow.

“Y/N...”

Of course.

You’re frozen to the spot, unable to even turn around to face him. It’s been over a year since you’ve heard his voice and just the sound of it makes your throat feel tight. How embarrassing would it be if you cried in front of him before you even get a word in?

“Y/N, please look at me,” Seokjin says, voice soft.

Fucking get it together, you think.

You swallow thickly, school your features into the most neutral expression you can manage, and turn around.

Oh, life is unfair. Life is so unfair, because you had mentally prepared yourself for Seokjin to look great. Seokjin always looks great. There are no exceptions to that rule. He once used your kitchen scissors to cut his own bangs, and even though it looked like someone had taken a bite out of them, he was still fit for the cover of a magazine. Dazzling.

What you hadn’t prepared for, though, is that he would look even better than when you last saw him. Great you could’ve handled, but better? Did losing you really do him so many favors?

His hair is black again, as opposed to the chocolate brown you’d last seen. Shorter, too, and artfully styled. It’s hard for you to wrap your head around, but somehow he looks bigger, just enough for you to take notice. 

And if things couldn’t get more devastating for you, three whole buttons at the top of his shirt have been left unbuttoned. Two more buttons than he’d normally ever allow, showing off a tantalizing swath of chest.

Kim Seokjin, what happened to your modesty, you whore?

“Hi,” he says, smiling at you kindly. He’s breathless and pink, like he’d done a little jog to get to you. You try not to read into it. Compose yourself.

“Hi,” you reply, polite but so, so carefully detached.

“I guess this was inevitable, huh?”

Not really, you think to yourself. He’s the one who approached you. He could’ve just as easily not—it would’ve been the kinder thing to do. But you bite your tongue.

“Guess so,” you say instead.

“I’ve been thinking about you a lot lately,” Seokjin says.

You’re not quite sure what to do with that. Why would you even cross his mind anymore, if he so obviously didn’t care when you dumped him?

Sensing that you don’t know what to say, Seokjin continues, shifting from foot to foot awkwardly.

“What I mean is, I’m really unhappy with the way we left things.”

That makes you scoff. The first crack in your mask of politeness.

“You didn’t seem it, when it happened,” you reply coolly. “I don’t know what could’ve possibly changed in a year of zero contact.”

He visibly deflates a little, his smile faltering. “Y/N, I—”

“I don’t want to do this, Seokjin,” you interrupt, shaking your head. “There’s no use digging up the past. We ended for a reason.”

“I know that,” he insists. He steps closer to you and you immediately step back in response. “Look, can’t we just talk?”

“You want to talk now?” you ask, your mounting frustration spilling over at his insistence. His proximity, the familiar smell of him overwhelms your brain. “It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?”

“Don’t be stubborn, Y/N,” Seokjin huffs. The nerve of him, sounding just as frustrated as you. He doesn’t have the right. “I want… I want to explain. Just let me explain.”

You know it’s not the time or the place to do this. Normally, you’d be completely disinterested in the prospect of hashing things out in Yoongi’s kitchen, in a party full of people. But all of the what if’s that have piled up the past year nag at you to listen to what he has to say.

“Fine,” you snap, impatient. “If that’s what I have to do to get you to leave me alone.”

Seokjin sighs, rubs a hand over his face. “When you ended things… I just—I let you,” he says. “I let you because you were right. I didn’t know how to handle conflict between us. I thought… I thought if I just brushed our problems off, if I made you laugh and put them out of your mind, it would be enough to make everything okay.”

He looks down, staring at his shiny shoes. If you were together, you would crack a joke about him staring at his own reflection. Not the time for that, though.

“And clearly, it wasn’t. You were unhappy. And I hated that I was the one to make you that way, because all I ever wanted to do was make you smile,” he continues. “So I let you go. I thought you’d be better off.”

Better off? How could he possibly think you would be better off without him? How could he possibly think that you didn’t want him to fight for you, back then? All you wanted was for him to prove you wrong, to show you that he could own up to his faults, and instead…

“I wasn’t ready to have those hard conversations with you, and I’m sorry for that. But I’m ready now,” Seokjin says as he looks up at you. “I don’t want to laugh things off, or push them aside and hope it gets better. I know I’m a year too late, but I want to be better for you, if you’ll let me.”

Shit.

“Jin, I… Those are pretty words, but how am I supposed to trust that things will actually be different this time?”

“...I guess you won’t know unless you try,” he says. His voice is soft, fragile like spun sugar. “I won’t blame you if you don’t want to take the risk. But… Y/N, I love you. I at least need you to know that. I never stopped.”

Love. 

He never stopped loving you. But… If he never stopped loving you, why did he wait so long to tell you? You want to believe him, but it all feels too good to be true. You’re overwhelmed, caught at a crossroads you had no idea you’d face when you agreed to come tonight.

“...I don’t know,” you say weakly. The tears that have been forming in your eyes finally start to spill, one by one. “I don’t know if that’s good enough. This past year has been… I don’t want to let you back in just to get hurt all over again. I don’t know if I can pick myself back up a second time.”

“You won’t have to,” he says gently. He reaches out to touch your arm, hesitant, and you let him. “I’m serious about this, Y/N. I know I won’t be perfect, but I don’t ever want to lose you again. Not if I can help it.”

You sniffle and Seokjin’s hands reach for you, cradling your face. His thumbs rub at your cheeks gently. 

“Please don’t cry,” he says, his voice almost pained. “You’re gonna mess up your pretty makeup.”

You let your eyes fall shut, allow yourself a steadying breath as Seokjin wipes your tears away.

Maybe it’s the familiarity, the ease with which you let him touch you, even after everything that’s happened. Maybe it’s all of the built-up longing you’ve stored for him over the past year, bubbling over now that he’s in front of you, broad and strong and safe. Maybe it’s that he still loves you. You know you should think this over a little longer, that you shouldn’t fold so easily. That there’s so much more to talk about and work through. But still… 

“Okay,” you say, your heart pounding in your chest. “You get one more chance. On a trial basis.”

Seokjin’s stupid, perfect lips pop open, his mouth forming a little ‘o’ in what you can only assume is shock. Like he was ready for a swift and justified rejection, wasn’t expecting his speech to pay off.

“Are you sure?”

You aren’t. You won’t be, not until he proves himself. Not until he shows you that he’s ready to face the hard parts of a relationship, to handle it like an adult when things get bad. But damn if you don’t want to give him the chance to.

“I’m gonna put you through the fucking wringer,” you say, firm. “I’m going to make you talk about all of the things you skipped out on before. But… I want to let you try.”

Seokjin. laughs breathlessly, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I deserve that. We can talk about anything you want,” he concedes. Warm eyes study you for a moment before he lets out a tentative, “can I kiss you?” He sounds so hopeful, you can’t bring yourself to deny him.

You loop your arms around his neck, leaning up to capture his lips in a kiss. It’s crazy, how it takes you right back to the start. Your first date—Seokjin, ever the gentleman, walking you to your door. The tentative press of lips for the very first time, his hands hovering by your waist like he’s afraid to touch you.

But it isn’t the first time. After a moment of nerves, Seokjin eases into it, deepens it. His hands are confident when they finally make contact with your waist, pressing you against the kitchen island behind you. You melt into the easy slide of his lips against yours, surprising yourself when your tongue slides against his, earning a pleased hum from him.

It dawns on you how inappropriate this is, making out with your ex (???) in his best friend’s kitchen—at his best friend’s engagement party—but you can’t bring yourself to care that much. Not when you’ve finally gotten a taste of what you’ve been missing for so long.

When he finally pulls away, Seokjin’s lips are deliciously swollen. You can’t tear your gaze away no matter how hard you try. Your hands smooth over his shirt, feeling his broad shoulders, the silky material stretching over them.

“I know I owe you a much longer conversation, but…” He trails off. You shiver when you feel his breath on your neck. “God, this dress…”

He trails a finger down a thin strap, and just like that, your every nerve ending is alight. It’s embarrassing, how easily you crumble for him from just a little bit of kissing. How your thighs squeeze together at the husky tone of his voice. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, trailing his nose against the side of your neck, breathing you in. “Did you wear this dress for me?”

“Wanted you to know what you lost,” you mumble, a little petulant. Still wanting to punish him, just a little.

“I know what I lost,” Seokjin admits easily. His hand smooths down your side, over the silky material of your dress. “Believe me, I know. I’m an idiot.”

Shit. This is working for him. Groveling looks just as good on him as everything else does.

“You are,” you agree weakly, your eyes fluttering shut. He’s being perfectly respectful, keeping his hands in safe places, and you’re already falling apart.

“Let me take you home with me,” he says. When his plush lips press to your neck, you can’t hide the way your breath hitches. “Let me make up for it.”

“Are you joking? You can’t leave,” you say, breathless. “What about Yoongi?” The excuse sounds weak even to your own ears, and you know Seokjin can see right through you. How close you are to saying fuck it.

“Yoongi wants to be at this party even less than I do,” Seokjin says. “You know that. Please, baby.”

★★★

When you make it to Seokjin’s apartment, it becomes clear that both of your patience is wearing dangerously thin.

In all the time that you’ve known him, you’ve never known Seokjin to be like this—the passionate, ‘need to have you now’ kind of guy—and you really didn’t mind. Instead, he was an exceptionally respectful lover. He took his time, checked in with you to make sure you liked what he was doing. Missionary with eye contact. Seokjin didn’t fuck, he made love.

But when he unzips your dress, lets it pool at your feet, guides you to lay on the bed that you’d once shared—you feel like all he’s itching to do right now is fuck you.

It’s the way he’s looking at you, eyes dark as he takes in the matching set that was hidden under your dress—also pink. You’ve never seen this look on Seokjin before.

“This,” he murmurs, his fingers skimming over your clothed heat, forcing a gasp out of you. “This is new. Never seen it before.”

Suddenly, you understand what must be going through his head. Had you bought this for someone else? Had someone else slowly peeled it off of you, unwrapped you like a gift? 

In reality, you haven’t slept with anyone else since you broke things off, too busy throwing yourself into work to think about it. Still, it’s nice to see the little flicker of jealousy in his expression, the tick in his jaw.

You look up at him, biting back a smug grin. “You like it?”

“Mmm,” he hums in affirmation, fingers finding your clit with an ease that only someone who knows your body like he does could manage. “Very much.”

Seokjin forces a moan out of you as he rubs you in circles, soaking the fabric of your panties with the wetness that had built up during the ride to his apartment.

“I bought it last week,” you gasp out, quelling his worries in an instant. It would be nice, of course, to torture him a little bit longer, but the burning need between your legs is getting too difficult to bear. “Needed something that wouldn’t show through the dress.”

“So you bought it for me, too,” he smirks, tilting his head at you. The bastard. “You know, like the dress.”

“I’m going to kill you,” you grumble, although the way you squeeze your eyes shut and grind against his fingers tells a different story.

“Oh noooo, don’t kill me.” Seokjin grins, withdrawing his fingers to instead hook them into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your legs. “At least wait until after I make you cum. You’d be punishing yourself otherwise.”

Cocky motherfucker. You sit up on your elbows, a retort on the tip of your tongue, but when you open your eyes to look at him, you stop short.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, eyes wide as he stares down at your pussy. It’s a testament to how wrecked he is at the sight—Seokjin doesn’t curse often. “So beautiful…”

“Jin,” you gasp as he spreads you open with his thumbs, his plump bottom lip caught between his teeth as he discovers how much you’re dripping for him. “Don’t tease.”

“I won’t tease, baby,” he says silkily, pulling you to the edge of the bed by your thighs. “You know I have to work you open, though. No way you’ll be able to take me otherwise.”

You gasp when he sinks to his knees, cry out when he wraps his lips around your clit, laving over you with his tongue. When your hands fly down to his shoulders, holding him there, he hums in approval and you earn a deft finger sliding into you.

“M-more,” you moan, your back arching when that finger crooks up, rubbing expertly at your inner walls. “More, please…”

He pulls back, focusing his efforts on stretching you open with his fingers, two now. “Since you asked so nicely,” he says with a smug smirk.

By the time he adds a third you’re basically incoherent, right on the edge. You feel like you’re going to cum any second, writhing and moaning as your muscles tense in anticipation, but Seokjin withdraws as soon as he catches on.

“Not so fast,” he says, ignoring the way you whine at the loss, pussy clenching helplessly around nothing. Fuck, you feel so empty. “You know how I want you to cum, baby.”

Fucking tease. Fine, if he wants to be like that, maybe you will have an opportunity to torture him a little bit.

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, you look up at Seokjin as your hands find the front of his pants. You give him a squeeze, biting back a smirk when he practically whimpers at the contact.

“Y/N—”

“I wanna ride you, Jinnie,” you purr, looking up at him through your lashes as you unzip his pants and teasingly push them down his legs.

“Yeah, okay,” he wheezes, nodding jerkily. His cheeks and the tips of his ears are pink. Cute, you think. You haven’t seen him like this since the first handful times you had sex, months after you started dating. Despite having had sex before, it took him a while to stop being a blushing mess. It fills you with satisfaction that not having you for so long has brought this side out in him again.

Once the rest of his clothes are shed and you’ve very slowly rolled a condom onto him—much to Seokjin’s embarrassment—you guide him to sit up against his headboard, climbing onto his lap to straddle him.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks. His eyes are fixed on yours, searching.

“With the amount of times I’ve taken your stupid big cock, you really think I don’t know when I’m ready?” you tease, guiding his tip to slide between your folds.

All of the embarrassment is suddenly gone as Seokjin grips your ass firmly. “Yeah? Then take it,” he practically growls, making you shiver.

You slooooowly ease yourself down just the slightest bit, but the stretch of Seokjin’s cock is overwhelming after such a long time without it. All of the air is stolen from your lungs as you work him in, inch by agonizing inch.

“That’s it,” Seokjin says, his hands rubbing over your thighs soothingly. “You okay?”

“‘M good,” you manage, your hands gripping at his forearms as you sink down deeper. Once he’s fully sheathed, you take a long moment to catch your breath, feeling the way he pulses inside of you.

Once you feel ready, you give an experimental roll of your hips, testing the waters. You both moan in unison, and when you look up at Seokjin it’s clear he’s using all of his restraint not to fuck up into you.

“God,” he grits out, pained. “You feel so good.”

“You do, too,” you moan, setting a slow rhythm for yourself as you fuck yourself on his cock. “Always feel good, Jinnie.”

He surges forward to kiss you, the shift in angle making you gasp into his mouth. Your kisses are sloppy, unable to maintain any finesse as your movements become more confident, more desperate.

When he decides you can take it, his hips start to snap up to meet yours.

“Fuck,” you moan against his lips, overwhelmed by the intensity. “God—Jin, holy shit.”

“Look so good on my cock,” he groans, pulling back from the kiss to watch the way you bounce in his lap, his tongue darting out run over his bottom lip. “‘M never gonna get tired of seeing you like this.”

You’re going to cum. You were already close before, but now—with the way he’s gazing at you, with the feeling of him inside of you—you’re so close to tipping over the edge it’s making your head spin.

“It’s okay,” he soothes, his hand snaking between your bodies to rub your clit with his thumb. “Cum for me, baby. So beautiful.”

That’s all it takes. The pleasure is overwhelming, your muscles tightening as you muffle a cry into his shoulder. Seokjin lets out a low moan, his thrusts turning erratic under you as he fucks you through your orgasm.

You’re limp on top of him, moaning incoherently as Seokjin chases his own release, the sounds of his hips slamming up against your ass rattling around in your ears.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans as he spills into you. He slows to a stop, both of you panting as his forehead presses against yours. Eyes squeezed shut, you fumble blindly for his hands to lace your fingers with his, still catching your breath.

It feels so right, being with him like this again. You were afraid, at first, that there was too much baggage between you for it to feel this good. But sitting here now, both of you glowing with pleasure, all of that fear is gone.

“Seokjin,” you pant, squeezing his hands. “Don’t let me leave again. If we’re going to do this, I need you to fight for me.”

When you open your eyes, Seokjin is grinning at you stupidly. He looks so, so fond that it makes your heart skip a beat.

“I already told you, I’m not losing you again,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your nose.

“Good,” you say, a soft smile playing at your lips.

It feels like a moment. You’re both exactly where you should be, wrapped up in each other as if you’d never been apart in the first place. 

“...Are you going to tell me you love me while my dick is still inside you?” he teases, his grin growing even wider.

Huffing, you smack at his chest, earning a wheezing laugh from him.

“I do love you, you idiot,” you complain. Kim Seokjin, the king of ruining moments, seriously.

“I know, baby,” he says, stifling his laughter enough to kiss you softly. “I love you, too.”

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프리즘 ⋆ ౨ৎ˚ ⟡˖ ࣪ SO PRISMATIC ! ❃ ↷ ˊ-

main blog ! interactions come from here for . . . blogroll! ❃ ↷ ˊ- penned by love ! 21, she/her !

❃ ↷ ˊ- i. the company !

PRISMATIC Entertainment is a fictional entertainment company based in seoul, south korea. founded in 2009 by moon jiwon.

the first ever prismatic trainee and former member of the failed group XOX, yang eunbi was committed to seeing her company reach the heights she always dreamed it could. in a last ditch effort to save the company in 2014, with eunbi named director, the company funneled all of its last funds into one big leap -- an experimental co-ed group. 

as eunbi’s calculated risks and knack for pushing creative boundaries produced success after success, she climbed the ladder within the company, becoming close with the founder and ceo. in 2017, ceo moon jiwon is embroiled in a scandal thanks to the early, desperate days of the company and is put under investigation for embezzlement and tax fraud. in the face of this issue, she steps down, allowing for eunbi to take her place.

❃ ↷ ˊ- ii. the artists !

XOX ↶*ೃ 110615 ( disbanded - npc )

a short lived girl group trio with minimal success, which nearly brought around the end of the company.

Lucky ↶*ೃ 141007 ( active )

a co-ed group made out of a newly rebranded and desperate company, controversy and novelty brought the group great success, saving the agency.

La Vie ↶*ೃ 160715 ( active )

a 6 member girl-group and vision of former girl-group member herself, it is thought to be a hopeful reincarnation of eunbi's own failed group.

Neverland ↶*ೃ 180519 ( active - npc )

a 7-member boy group formed from survival show "lost boys," and prismatic's first boy group.

LUCID! ↶*ೃ 190203 ( active - under co.)

a 5-member girl group under prismatic, their experimental comeback marketing sets them apart from the industry.

EUNJI ↶*ೃ 210218 ( active - under co. )

an in-house producer under the name ROZE turned soloist.

BAM! ↶*ೃ 240207 ( active )

a 5-member boy group recently bought from their former company which reaches brand new heights after unexpected changes.

❃ ↷ ˊ- iii. the staff !

↶*ೃ the executives

yang eunbi ✧˚. ceo

jung jisoo ✧˚. executive creative director

↶*ೃ producers of golden goose productions

shin daewon " DAY1 "

emily min " ROZE "

han hwiyoung " HWI "

[heesulovebot]

i just finished eps 7 + 8 and just some quick thoughts:

i knew i was coming into pain but them gaslighting us for almost 20 mins tryna make us think jihyun had d worded............... werner du pussies i’m under ur bed 🔪

aeri willing to throw hands for her bestie is such a mood if i didn’t know she was from seoul i’d say she was from the streets of daegu yoongi was from dsfjndskfn

tbh......... the scene of taehyung getting his shit rocked by jaewon was cut tew short for my liking :// like i wanted jaewon to WAIL on a bitch i had my popcorn rdy and everything 😭😭😭

like i get why jaewon is avoiding jihyun and retreating into himself further but.... it still hurts :(( 

ok i know y’all found junpyo annoying first few eps but i always liked him and these episodes he SHONE!!!!! JUNPYO MY SWEET BABY!!!!! like his and jihyun’s friendship runs so deep they’re literally brothers the way he took care of jihyun throughout this whole thing :(((( also when he chews his lil snacks he’s so cute :(((( 

& I ADORE SAJANG-NIM when she called herself noona later i yelled they’re all so cute!! love the country bumpkin solidarity now that she’s adopted junpyo as well dkjfnk (or more like he barged in and never left loool)

ok i do have criticism for this week and: what the fUCK was the point of that class presentation scene with the kid in drag????????? like there was absolutely NO reason for it narratively, it was just—yet again—placing queer femininity as the butt of the joke. and then it got WORSE like it was already such an unfunny moment in the classroom (when i said i loved sassy gay and bitchy bi besties i didn’t mean like this 🥲) but they continued this already unfunny ‘joke’ outside and i was just cringing the entire time. not even t8s is free from harmful stereotypes, i fear 😔

anyways: jihyun coming to the school violence hearing or w.e it’s called and saving his man iktr 😌

and onto my favourite scene this week: that coming out scene?????? THE WAY I HELD MY BREATH WHEN JUNPYO WAS READING THE TEXTS AND HIS FACE DROPPED WHEN HE REALIZED WHO THEY WERE FOR... but junpyo sweetie i never doubted you I HAD TEARS IN MY EYES WHEN JUNPYO SAID IDC IF U LIKE GUYS OR GIRLS HOW COULD U KEEP THIS FROM ME but ofc he didn’t stay mad and he looked genuinely SO happy for jihyun THE WAY HE HUGGED HIM AND GIGGLED ABOUT HIS CRUSH AAAAAAAAAH also i did the math and junpyo and jihyun have been besties since they were SIX like...... that bond truly runs so deep i hope now that jihyun is coming into himself as a person he’s more open with junpyo now i love them sm :(💕

& JIHYUN RLLY SAID: I’M GONNA GET MY MAN BACK IKTR!!!!!!! 

eunji.......... girl....... *nella rose voice* are you not eMBARRASSED? anyways jihyun ate her UP

that rooftop ending scene..... guess i’ll die ¯\_(ツ)_/¯      

[d0zenr0zes]

EUNJI Profile and Facts (Updated):

EUNJI (은지) is a fictional Korean-American soloist under RAINBOW Entertainment, who became well known after a video of her performing her self-written song “the weekend” went viral. She officially debuted as a soloist on Febrary 18, 2021.

Fandom Name: Roses (로즈스)

EUNJI’s Official Accounts:

Instagram: roziepozie Twitter: emroze99 YouTube: EUNJI Official ; formerly ROZE Online TikTok: eunjifr

Stage Name: EUNJI

Birth Name: Min Eunji

English Name: Emily Min

Birthday: March 6th, 1999

Zodiac Sign: Pisces

Chinese Zodiac Sign: Rabbit

Nationality: South Korean-American

Height: 163 cm (5’4”)

Weight: – –

Blood Type: A

EUNJI Facts

She was born Dallas, Texas

She has a younger sister named Hannah who was born in 2001

First auditioned for RAINBOW while on a trip to Korea to visit her grandparents (Weekly Idol)

She is also an in-house producer for RAINBOW under the name "ROZE"

Did theater throughout her childhood where she found her passion for music and performing

She was in the original lineup for La Vie

Trained for 1 year and 5 months

Didn’t debut with La Vie because of a hip injury 4 months before debut

She is fluent in Korean and English

She started working with DAY1 as a RAINBOW producer after her injury

Her producer name “ROZE” and her fandom name “Roses” come from her grandmother’s name (Lee Young Ji No Prepare)

Credited on 128 songs including all of her own

Debuted as a soloist after a video of her performing her song “the weekend” went viral

Writes the lyrics to all of her songs herself and produces most of them on her own

Rumored to have dated fellow producer DAY1, but it has never officially been confirmed or denied, though many people say she has dropped obvious hints

She says her manager is one of her best friends

She is very close with La Vie’s Tomi and Mari since training with them

She has a cat named Binnie, but she mostly calls him by nicknames like “Boonie” or “Beebs”

She has a regular vlog series titled EmiLog that features her day-to-day activities and often some of her idol friends

Her mom introduced her to K-pop as a fan of H.O.T

She has said that she has secret accounts on different social media to follow her fans, but she has also been known to like and comment on fan posts from her official accounts

Went to the same middle school as BAM!’s Sammy

Her favorite role from theater was when she played Sophie in Mamma Mia Jr. (EmiLog #24)

She would have been the lead rapper in La Vie if she debuted with them (Summer Camp ep. 3)

How do you feel about EUNJI?

▢ I love her, she's my ultimate bias

▢ I like her, she's ok

▢ I think she's overrated

[alaanz]

Regardless of whether the ending of ep 6 was a dream or not, it’s gonna scare jaewon at the idea of losing another person close to him.

I fear that man’s gonna pull a skam and run away, either from everyone or back to eunji. I really really really hope not. But that’s something we’ll just have to wait and see.

The next ep can’t come fast enough. The last 4 mins where a wild ride.

[kpop-girlsworld]

ALICE

[yourkimjaejin]

Aurora is NOT cute

Content Warning: This post contains conversations about periods and talks about period symptoms.

New Aurora post is here!! Have fun and thanks for reading! Enjoy! ~ Author Izzy

Legend: During Candy Filming

“Okay CUT!. That was a great take guys. Aurora you especially. You’re so cute!! This concept was made for you.” The director turned his attention to the rest of the members not even seeing the scathing look the girl shot at him. “You all can take a break for a second while we reset.” At his words, The girl dressed in pink stormed off, slamming the door to the group's dressing room.

Mark waved off the crew's concern, gesturing that they would handle it. 

“Soooo, whose turn is it to handle this AB.” Haechan turned to the maknaes first. Chenle smirked.

“Well after the last one, Myself and Jisung were demoted to support so we cannot help unsupervised.” Haechan shook his head, he knew that would come back to haunt him. 

“I know it's not Mark’s or min. We handled the last one.” The singer turned to Jeno and Jaemin who were messing with the props of the set. “Don't look at us. We handled the one before that.” That took Jeno and Jaemin out. Then that leaves..

“Where’s Renjun?” Haechan asked. 

“He followed after Aurora.” their manager answered. Leave it to Renjun to know when it’s his turn. 

“I told you we needed to carry the schedule with us.” Jaemin said while spinning around in the chair. Jeno pushed him away while Jaemin shouted, “YAH!”

Renjun eased the door open. He spotted Aurora pacing the floor before growing frustrated and flopping onto the couch. 

AB’s are code for Aurora Breakdowns. The Dreamies came up with the name after Aurora lost it when Haechan called her ‘shortie’ when they first met. Lets just say, Aurora made her presence known at that dance lesson. When it became apparent that Aurora was around to stay, the boys made it their mission to learn more about her. In a beautiful moment, a year later, Aurora confirmed they were more than friends. They were family. 

Soon after, the boys came up with a system to help Aurora when her teen years came to rear their head. Aurora was important to them and they wanted her to know they were there for her even when her brain tried to convince her otherwise. In a true moment of organization, they came up with a schedule of what members would help her anytime one of these AB’s came up. The schedule came with versions for when Aurora was with 127, Dream, WayV or AG. Because Aurora was with Dream it fell to Renjun to solve this.

“Rora? Can I come in?” Renjun didn’t set foot in the room without her permission. A groan was all he got in response. Hopefully, that is a good thing. Renjun walked in and shut the door quietly, just in case Aurora had a headache she didn’t tell anyone about. Renjun sat down next to the younger, grabbing her hand. A familiar gesture that would hopefully calm her down.

When her shoulders relaxed a bit, Renjun took a mental note: Okay she’s mad about something.

Renjun’s approach to AB’s is similar to Jisung’s. Be quiet and wait. Sometimes when Aurora’s mad talking makes it worse. Renjun would wait as long as he had to until Aurora felt like talking. Whether it took minutes or hours. 

Luckily today, it was minutes. 

“I hate being called cute.” The adjective haunted Aurora for years. After her parents divorced, Aurora and her mom moved back to Korea. Aurora was enrolled in the closest elementary school where she was faced with Minjae. This little twerp’s smirking face was embedded in 6 year old Aurora’s brain. Every day he managed to turn around and mockingly call out “OH LOOK!! IT’S CUTIE EUNJI!!!” 

If Aurora could have slapped without getting in trouble she would have but she was already on thin ice after stomping on her classmates foot for stealing her favorite pen. 

For week’s Aurora just took the jabs. Until she reached her boiling point. She may have gotten a suspension but hearing the impact of her six year-old fist against Minjae’s face brought her a satisfaction that no suspension could take away. But ever since she's been left with bitter feelings towards the word cute. It just got worse as puberty hit. 

She rejected anything that resembled ‘cute’. No pink, no skirts, and definitely no fluff or frills. She became the antithesis of cute and she LOVED it. 

Becoming a kpop idol was probably the wrong choice. 

Once again luck was on Aurora’s side because she started training with baby shinki which led to herself and Moxy becoming the first women in NCT. No more having to worry about cutesy concepts, too short skirts and fake lovey dovey eyes. She could be herself and no one would question her. 

Until today…

Chenle will swear up and down that Aurora glare could cut his head off when Dream’s manager explains to the group the concept for the Candy video. She kept her mouth shut as their director explained what would be going on during the filming. She kept her mouth shut as she was handed a fluffy pink sweater on the day of their photobook shoot. She kept her mouth shut every time the photographer asked her to brighten her smile. 

After all that, Today was just too much. She wanted out of the clothes and just wanted to go home.

Renjun grabbed Aurora's hand, “First off, It's not a bad thing, being called cute. Trust me. I know more than anyone how grating it is to be known as the cute one.” Tugging on her hand, Aurora met his eyes, “What you have to focus on is the facts. Me, the members, and our trusted managers would never call you cute to mock you. You have a feral cuteness that fits you. There’s a reason Haechan likes to glomp onto you when you glare at him.” That memory made Aurora laugh. 

“I just thought he was a masochist.” Renjun was stunned by the younger one even knowing what that word means. 

“First off, why do you know that?” When Aurora shrugged, Renjun shook his head. “You know what? I don’t wanna know. Secondly….you’re probably right.” The two laughed, some levity entering the room.

“You’ve been called cute before and you were able to shake it off and keep going.” At Renjun’s words Aurora went stiff. She kept her eyes on the ground but Renjun could see through that. Her gaze keeps shifting from crack to crack, Never staying in one place. 

“Is there a reason you had a worse reaction today than years ago?” Aurora sighed, tension escaping her tiny frame. Renjun didn’t speak letting his question hang between them until Aurora felt comfortable enough to answer

“I started early.” A pink blush rose across her cheek. Renjun, on the other hand, was panicking.

“What!!? But you’re scheduled for three days from now.” Renjun whipped out his phone to check the period tracker on his phone. The boys had a discussion after the disaster of Aurora first period that one of them should keep track of her periods going forward. So if Aurora was away from her AG members, they could still help. All of them, while willing to help, decided to delegate this to one person through a game of rock, paper, scissors. 

Renjun lost. 

“I don't know. Hannah unnie warned me that flows can change days whenever they feel like it. I took medicine this morning and I have backup’s in case of changes.” the blush grew furious. While appreciating the help, it was still embarrassing to talk about with her male members. 

“Luckily, your first day is usually light. Were you cramping this morning?” Renjun vetted answers to jot down on the symptoms chart. Aurora answers quietly. The reassuring look on her oppa’s face helps the embarrassment run its course. 

“OKAY! Now that's done let's get back out there.” The two stood up but Renjun embraced the younger before they opened the door. 

“You may be cute but you're also fierce. You can be both.” He let go but kept a hold of her shoulders. Aurora's eyes shined, a small smile on her face. Renjuns smile mirroring hers. “Be both, Eunji-ah.” Aurora took a deep breath, letting everything shed away, leaving determination in its wake. Renjun waited until Aurora nodded to open the door

Behind the door was their other members waiting to see if everything was ok. They all looked relieved to see Aurora calm and ready to film. Renjun discreetly caught Jaemin and Haechan’s gaze and mouthed ‘Code: Red’. Nodding back, The two immediately covered the youngest member between them using their natural charms to keep Aurora distracted yet focused on finishing their filming.

[iksuikebaj]

send 23 for our muses to do halloween baking together (doyoon/eunji)

𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕠𝕜𝕪 𝕤𝕫𝕟 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤

esse filme está open .ᐟ‍ estrelando eunji and doyoon, co direção de @hvppyfools.

Estavam velhos para se fantasiar? Não. Para fazer doces? Também não! Na verdade, estavam na flor da idade e precisavam aproveitar todas as oportunidades da vida, principalmente quando os amigos faziam diversas festas nessa época; mas estava mais para uma reunião de amigos do que tudo. Então Eunji decidiu que ela e Doyoon levariam alguns bolos de halloween, algo fácil de fazer e que agradaria todos. O que ela não contava era que a) suas habilidades culinárias não eram tão boas b) Doyoon gostava de a sujar de farinha c) eles não eram tão artísticos assim, então as decorações estariam longe dos exemplos que pegaram online.

— Não, Dodo! É laranja, não roxo. — Murmurou enquanto prestava atenção no tablet, observando a moça fazendo as misturas para colorir o bolo. — Fundo laranja, teias em roxo, assim como o vídeo. — Sussurrou em instrução, os dedos prendendo na tampa do corante roxo. Tudo bem que não ia ser ruim fazer uma mudança, sairiam como originais, se é que fosse possível fazer isso em meio a uma data como aquela.

Tinham duas massas no forno e um monte de toppings, só restava saber como fariam duas decorações bonitas e diferentes, porque a Min não aceitaria repetir nada, precisava sair com perfeição, se não, o trabalho teria sido em vão. Mas enquanto as massas não ficavam prontas, sinceramente, estavam longe de ficarem, juntou-se ao namorado em limpar aquela bagunça ou quase isso, pois em qualquer oportunidade, antes de limpar com o pano, passava os dedos sobre a bancada cheia de farinha e fazia um desenho na bochecha do rapaz ao seu lado. Como era seu plano atual, apesar de, praticamente, ter feito isso e o Sabong ter revidado antes de se limpar.

— Meu amor. — Cantarolou sorridente, abraçando o rapaz com um pouco de força, escondendo o dedo sujo de farinha por baixo do pano de prato antes de deixar vários selares em uma das bochechas, uma distração para desenhar uma estrela com a pó no pescoço alheio antes de rir. — Te peguei de novo! Você precisa ficar mais esperto comigo, Dodo, essa é a graça. — Reclamou brincalhona, desvencilhando-se para voltar a limpar a bancada atrás deles. — Nós devíamos ter comprado mais chocolate, podia fazer alguns galhos para imitar uma floresta, né? Será que a lojinha ainda tá aberta?