#mingeun

[denim-bias]

[chujiball]

very much obsessed with them

[fcble]

LOOSE ENDS — A collection of drabbles to pick up the threads I started months ago. TOTAL WORD COUNT: 3.0k FEATURING: Yoon Mingeun, Kang Haksu, Andrew Han, Ahn Jinguk, Lee Taein, Oh Kiyoung, The Midas Touch

JULY 2024. A direct epilogue to this drabble. Previously posted as screenshots on my main but I don't think anyone saw that so here we go again.

Two hours after having his phone confiscated, Mingeun knocks on Haksu's bedroom door.

Haksu opens it, looking clean and put together for someone just sitting in his room. Sitting in his room, and likely eavesdropping on everything they said. "I heard what happened," he says, confirming Mingeun's suspicions.

He steps inside, trying not to look too closely at the Bible on Haksu's bedside table, or the cross hanging above his bed, the only decoration on otherwise spotless wall. A diffuser sits on top his dresser, filling the room with a faint pine scent.

Haksu shuffles through the dresser for a moment, and tosses three iPhone boxes onto his bed. They're all slightly different variants of the iPhone 15, in blue and white and black.

"You can have any of them," Haksu says. "I don't know why our fans keep giving me iPhones when I use a Samsung."

Mingeun doesn't get gifts like that. Haksu has his phones, and Andrew received a high-end laptop. He must be doing something wrong.

He doesn't say anything, just points to the plastic container in Haksu's hands. "What's that?"

Haksu opens the lid, and that's when Mingeun realizes it's full of index cards. "SIM cards."

There must be fifteen or so in the box, by his best judgement. Each index card has the SIM card taped to it, with a phone number across the top and a series of dates running down the right side of the card.

"You keep these?" Mingeun asks, plucking one out of the box. The dates on it cover the end of 2022 and a few months of 2023.

"I trade them in if they get really bad," Haksu says. "The company pays for most of these. I switch them out when I need to."

He flicks through the container and eventually pulls out a card that looks no different from the rest of the cards. "Here. I haven't used this one in a while. You probably won't get too many calls."

The most recent date on it is June 2022. Mingeun accepts it, and tries to peel the card off without ripping the paper. The paper rips anyway.

He looks at the phones again. "This is fine with you? I can take it?"

Haksu nods impatiently. He produces a pen from somewhere and adds a new line to the index card: Mingeun's name and July 2024 to an unknown date. "I don't use them."

Mingeun picks the blue one, because it's the most basic model. His own phone is still the 12. The upgrade doesn't feel right, not when it happened because Daewoong confiscated his phone.

"Thanks," he says awkwardly.

Haksu waves him off. "Don't worry about it." The cards and the two remaining phones disappear back into his dresser, and Mingeun is left clutching his new phone like a lifeline.

SEPTEMBER 2024. A sequel to this drabble.

Andrew's second visit to the Danyoung Group is no less intimidating than the first. It doesn't have to be a meeting at all. It could be an email. A text message. An Instagram DM. Does Jinguk even use Instagram? Probably not.

His answer is one word. In hindsight, it's ridiculous he even thought otherwise. All it took was spending a day almost, but not quite, third-wheeling with Jaeseop and Jaeseop's girlfriend, Seoyeon. It wasn't supposed to be like that. It was supposed to be an outing for Fable on one of Jaeseop's rare days off, with Seoyeon accompanying them only because Jaeseop had so few days off. Then the rest of the group started dropping like flies in the days leading up their lunch: Kiyoung and Intak at the premiere of an anime film, Haksu on something akin to a date of his own, Byeonghwi doing something he's been incredibly cagey about, and Mingeun's second or third bout of house arrest this year. Andrew's lost count.

The lack of an audience at lunch gave Andrew the courage to ask Jaeseop about his predicament, and Jaeseop the freedom to chew out Andrew in public—all while Seoyeon sat there quietly and ate her food.

The direct consequence of that day is today. This time, Andrew takes the elevator to the ninth floor, and heads down the hall until he reaches the room labeled 923 in gold text on a shiny black plaque. He knocks first, then pushes the door open without waiting for a response.

The first thing he notices is that the view from the ninth floor isn't much different from the view from the fifteenth. This room, too, has a wall made entirely of glass. Better to lord over the people below you with, Andrew thinks.

He bows politely to Jinguk, standing near the window and doing the very lording Andrew was just thinking of. "Good afternoon."

"It's good to see you again, Andrew," Jinguk says. The words themselves might be warm, but the delivery lacks any sort of emotion. "Have you given any thought to my proposal?"

Straight to the point. Andrew hasn't even taken a seat. To be fair, he doesn't think he wants to take a seat. It's a far cry from the waffling Taein tends to do.

"I have," he says, hovering uncertainly near one of the two chairs in the room.

"Have a seat, and we'll talk." Despite his words, Jinguk doesn't make a move.

Andrew sits, against his better judgement. "I appreciate your offer," he says—calm, practiced, rehearsed, like he's staring down a camera—"but I'm going to have to decline. I'm staying with Fable." His heart jackhammers wildly in his chest, and he has to make a conscious effort to keep his knee from bouncing up and down.

"I suspected as much," Jinguk says. "I hoped you'd be more pragmatic."

Andrew is pragmatic. He's so pragmatic he knows he stands to lose too much if he leaves Fable now. And he's done his research on C Entertainment's artists. He sees two potential paths in that future: being indefinitely shelved or constantly scrutinized for payola.

He gives a half-hearted shrug. "I don't know if you're looking for pragmatism. You might want to try selfishness or greed. I can recommend Mingeun or Haksu." He doubts either of them would take Jinguk's deal, though he knows they'd be tempted in the same way he was.

Jinguk's expression grows stormy. His brow tightens, and he fixes Andrew with a disapproving look. "You must not understand the magnitude of your decision. This is not the sort of opportunity anyone can receive. They are liabilities, more so than you."

But Andrew is a liability too. He champions for himself, enough to butt heads with Mingeun on a wide range of topics. He'll bend and bend and bend—he had to, to debut—but he won't break. There are parts of himself he can't give up on, and that, he thinks, makes him more of a liability than someone like Mingeun. He doesn't say any of that out loud.

"They're people," he says, "not liabilities."

"This is a business, and you are an idol. It is a lesson both you and Taein-ssi have yet to learn." Jinguk's bottom lip curves up in a sneer.

Andrew doesn't know what he has to do with Taein. The side he picked, the battle line he drew in the sand. Something like that.

"It's unfortunate you have yet to come to your senses," Jinguk continues, though he doesn't sound disappointed or resigned in the slightest. He checks the time on his impossibly shiny watch. "My two pm will arrive shortly. I assume you know your way out."

Andrew nods quickly. He recognizes a dismissal when he hears one, and he's only too happy to leave. "If I ever come to my senses, you'll be the first to know."

As he leaves, he can't shake the feeling that he got off too easily, like he willing walked into the jaws of the beast and emerged unscathed. Jinguk appeared to respect Andrew's answer, even if he didn't appear to respect Andrew himself. It'll dog him, he knows, one more enigmatic piece in the puzzle of Jinguk's design.

OCTOBER 2024. Live Haksu reaction to this article.

"What is this?" Haksu asks. He pinches a sheet of paper between two fingers, as if it's poisonous. The glaring headline on the printed article reads, "Zenith Entertainment to Press Charges Against Fable Sasaeng." It's hard to read in the dim parking garage lighting, but Haksu has already committed the important parts to memory.

Taein's gaze, bored and disinterested, flicks over the paper and then Haksu. "It's what you wanted." He steps left in a valiant effort to get to his car.

Haksu mirrors his movements. If he could have snuck into his office to borrow his car keys, he would have. As it is, he has to settle for body-blocking his boss instead. "No, it's not. This is loud and messy. I wanted something discrete."

"Like a hit man," Taein says drily. He makes another unsuccessful attempt to get to the driver's side door of his car.

Haksu shrugs. That would be preferable. He folds the paper in half. Over the past couple of months, he's learned how to play Eunmyeong's game, picked up all her rules and added a few of his own. He's managing so far, by himself. He doesn't need Taein's lawsuit interfering with his carefully arranged house of cards.

"She never assaulted me," he says.

"Not everything is about you."

This is. Haksu knows that for a fact. From the moment he read the headline, he knew the anonymous A was Eunmyeong. No one else followed him home. He doesn't need to be a detective. Anyone with two brain cells to rub together could figure that out.

"Think about it, Haksu," Taein says. He rolls his shoulders back. "I'd like to leave work today."

Haksu doesn't budge. "Do you think this will stop her?"

"As much as I'd like to be able to predict the future, I can't say what she will or will not do." He levels a piercing gaze at Haksu. "Don't you know her better?"

There's an accusation in there, if he can be bothered to find it. He's been on more pseudo-dates with her than he'd like to admit. Not enough to have lost count, but enough to recognize certain pillars of their otherwise tenuous relationship. He would know her, if their relationship was more even. As it stands, she's so obsessed with him that they don't talk about much else. Haksu only knows what her last name is because she told his mom. He doesn't know when her birthday is. He doesn't know where she lives or where she grew up or what her favorite food is.

"I don't know her at all," he answers. "Why did it take you this long to press charges?"

"Proper legal cases take time," Taein says, forming each word slowly, as if they cause him physical pain.

Haksu opens his mouth.

"For the second time, Haksu, I don't have any mafia connections you can take advantage of."

Haksu closes his mouth.

Taein continues to speak. "I wouldn't go through with this if there wasn't a reasonable chance the charges would stick. Have faith."

If there's one thing Haksu has, it's faith. He has faith in spades. His faith only falters when it comes to Taein. He should trust his boss more. He doesn't. He steps aside reluctantly, finally giving Taein access to his car.

Taein doesn't even thank him. All he does is pull the driver's side door open and say, "It's not your problem to worry about. Focus on your work, and don't go around giving phone numbers to your group members."

Haksu takes personal offense to that. He tamps it down and responds with his usual decorum instead. "Good night, sajangnim." He doesn't think Taein hears him. The door slams closed as he speaks.

Taein's headlights cast dramatic shadows as Haksu turns tail, shredding the paper as he goes. He doesn't see a problem with giving Mingeun a new phone number—and a new phone. He doesn't approve of everything Mingeun does, but he doesn't have to. He was just doing his duty as a friend.

He pauses as he reaches the fresh evening air, the breeze a welcome respite from the stuffiness of the inside of the garage. Haksu stuffs the shreds of paper into his pockets. Taein can do whatever he wants. Fine. So can he. He wonders if she knows she's going to court soon. It would be courteous to warn her, wouldn't it? He watches Taein's Mazda make a sharp right and nearly bowl over a pedestrian. Then he slips his phone out of his back pocket and writes a quick text.

OCTOBER 2024. Not a sequel to anything. It's more of an update of what Kiyoung is up to and the relevance of The Midas Touch to Fable.

As a collective, The Midas Touch is louder, rowdier, and more energetic than Kiyoung remembers being at their age. The excitement of a newly debuted group is palpable, but not quite contagious. That, and it pales in comparison to the sheer malice simply radiating from Haksu.

"Who pissed you off?" he mutters under his breath, adjusting the mic pack clipped to the back of his waist band more than he should.

"None of your business," Haksu mutters back.

"You'll keep it together?"

"Of course." The words are sharp. He corrects himself a moment later, softening into a more relaxed posture and expression. "I always do." He has the gall to wink at Kiyoung.

It's uncomfortable, watching the ease at which Haksu slides between his true feelings and his perfect image. Kiyoung suppresses a shudder.

Their role today is a supporting one. It's an extremely staged moment in The Midas Touch's extremely staged day. The idea is to present them with the same friendly and relatable boy-next-door image they built as trainees. Kiyoung thinks there are other groups who already occupy that niche, but he's not their creative director or management in any way.

The original plan was for him and Haksu to make a brief appearance to congratulate them on their first music show win. It was supposed to appear spontaneous. That plan fell through last week, when it became very apparent that TMT would be the runner-up to a project group Kiyoung's never hehrd of. Almost all of their music is in English, with the excepption of the song they promoted to win a week's worth of music shows.

So the script was rewritten, and now Kiyoung and Haksu are congratulating them on their debut. Never mind the fact that they already did that, right after TMT's music show debut, back when Fable was promoting their own album. This time is different because Haksu has a cake. He also has strict instructions to give it to Shinji, according to the script Kiyoung read a couple of hours ago. Shinji is, according to the same script, the clumsiest member by far.

He suspects someone is already prepared to clean frosting off the floor.

The long-awaited signal from the couple of supervising producers—a frantic flurry of waving, gesturing, and ushering—finally arrives. The smallest glance sideways tells Kiyoung Haksu is immaculately prepared. He has his cake, and he's turned down the malice to a less overpowering level.

Kiyoung gets the door. He makes it two steps into the room before there are three handheld cameras focused on him—an important part of TMT's relatability. They're greeted with overlapping cries of, "Sunbaenim! You didn't have to!" and "Haksu-hyung, is that for us?"

Kiyoung feels sorry for the editors who have to piece this footage together.

Haksu unceremoniously shoves the cake towards Shinji. The eldest member of the group, Elias, swoops in and intercepts it instead. "He'll drop it," he says, balancing both the cake and his camera.

"That might be the point," Kiyoung concedes quietly.

Though he looks loathe to play along, Elias passes it back to Shinji.

"Congratulations on your debut," Haksu says, an ever-consummate professional.

Then, message delivered, he surprises Kiyoung by making a beeline back towards the door.

Kiyoung grabs him by the wrist. "You can't leave," he hisses under his breath.

"You can come too," Haksu says, tugging his wrist free.

Kiyoung jerks his head towards TMT. "They're filming." A camera is usually the magic switch that gets Haksu to play nice.

Haksu turns around and flashes his usual charismatic smile. "Can you please cut the cameras?" he asks, tone syrupy sweet.

"Deadass?" Arjun asks from behind his own camera. All five of them break into sycophantic laughter.

Kiyoung assumes the cameras are still rolling. "He's not usually like this," he says, making a rather pathetic attempt to salvage the remnants of Haksu's image.

A silent look passes through the group, communicating something Kiyoung can't even begin to imagine.

Elias seems to speak for all of them when he says, "I thought so." He angles his camera back to Haksu. "Anything else for today's TMT Log?"

He's giving them a way out. Kiyoung nearly sags with relief.

Haksu seems to compose himself, straightening up and clasping his hands together. "The Midas Touch are our very precious juniors who recently made their debut. They've worked very hard to get to where they are today. Please make sure to show them lots of love and support!" He rattles off a few lines that are much more fitting of his usual persona.

Elias gives them a little nod, and this time, when Haksu runs for the door, Kiyoung doesn't stop him. He recites his own parting message, spit-balling whatever comes to mind—another congratulatory message, a half-plea to the editors to showcase Haksu in a positive light, permission to visit Fable whenever they'd like.

"I thought you said you could keep it together," Kiyoung says quietly as soon as they're in the hallway again. He suspects most of that footage will be cut. Shinji didn't even drop the cake.

Haksu flicks his bangs out of his eyes. "I did."

They have very different definitions of keeping it together, he thinks, disconnecting his microphone. Whatever is happening in Haksu's head is something he'd never confess to Kiyoung.

"Everything is fine," Haksu says.

Kiyoung suspects this is supposed to be reassuring. He doesn't believe it at all.

[necnnights]

THE ROSE-TINTED GLASSES OF KE QIUYUN

O1. NEON NIGHTS / When she first joined the band, Qiuyun had grand dreams of rock and roll stardom. So maybe it wasn't going to be the idol career she wanted, but she could still make it work. These girls were going to be her best friends and they were going to perform music and wear cute outfits and be superstars. Then she met the rest of the band and realized almost immediately that things were not going to go that way. (She cried in the bathroom on her second day of work.)

Their relationship has since settled into an uneasy stalemate, kept alive by Eunbyul's half-baked attempts at mediation, Hwajung's refusal to ever admit she was wrong, and Qiuyun's recent departure from their Japanese promotions. They're never going to beat the coworker allegations.

O2. LEE TAEIN / Signing to Zenith Entertainment was a leap of faith she took because Taein recruited her personally. She thought it was because he saw something in her, something no one at JYP Entertainment cared to entertain. Not because she happened to be in the right place at the right time, or because she answered, "No, but I really want to learn" when he asked if she knew how to play the guitar. He got her into this mess, and he refuses to get her out of it.

She's counting the days until her contract expires.

O3. KANG HAKSU / Like the average Fable fan, Qiuyun was enamored by the idea of Haksu almost from the day he debuted. He seemed nice and funny and personable. When she first met him as a fellow Zenith Entertainment employee, it wasn't much different. He was nice enough. Maybe a little weird. Then she accidentally walked in on him and a few other Fable members just in time to hear him say, word-for-word, to Mingeun's face, "Every bad thing that's ever happened to our group has been your fault." Ouch.

She never saw him the same way after that. In fact, she never saw him much at all after that.

O4. LEE AERIN / As the band's manager, Aerin plays a very careful balancing game, somehow appeasing Hwajung and Yumi while also expressing sympathy towards Qiuyun and Eden. Qiuyun likes her regardless, because she finds it very hard not to like her. Aerin also likes Neon Nights as a whole, and in the beginning, Qiuyun was right by her side. There was nothing she wanted more than for all of them to get along, though the likelihood of that happening grew slimmer as the years passed.

If push truly comes to shove, Qiuyun is hopeful that Aerin will take her side.

O5. KE WEIDONG / From the day she passed her first idol audition, her father made it clear that if she ever wanted to return home, there would always be a place for her his startup. At the time, Qiuyun scoffed, thinking one, she'd never need it, and two, she didn't want to do that. Now, almost ten years later, she might have to take him up on the offer.

She hasn't said yes yet, but occasionally she fantasizes about corporate life.

O6. KIM SOOHA / Indie rock band Three Days A Week is supposed to be Neon Nights' biggest rival. That didn't stop Qiuyun from striking up a conversation with their front woman, Sooha, while at a festival performance. She doesn't see why they have to be rivals, anyway. All because the old Neon Nights line up split from the music club to form their own rock music club while they were in high school? That's ancient history, as far as Qiuyun is concerned.

Sooha is one of her good friends, but sometimes a small part of Qiuyun wonders if they could be more.

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HAVE YOUR RAMEN AND CRY IN IT. ... Cléo spends two hours struggling to record a song, plagued by self-doubt and harsh online criticism about her talent. Despite Chan's encouragement, she battles with her insecurities and fears of not being good enough. After a failed attempt, he surprises her with kindness instead of criticism, suggesting they grab food together. Their time shifts from frustration to lightheartedness as they share a meal, but Cléo’s emotional barriers break down. In a moment of vulnerability, she confides in Chan about her fears. He reassures her of her worth and potential, fostering her growth and resilience amid her struggles. \\ @hausofanya

THE SHARP AND THE BLUNT. ... Hanjae struggles with the pressure of his new job as a trainee for the boy group LOOPiN. Facing bullying and controversies, he openly cries after a challenging day, reflecting on past mistakes and the fading remnants of a tattoo linked to a difficult friendship. Haruki’s unexpected kindness and interest in Hanjae’s life offer him comfort and connection, leading to a moment of vulnerability as they share stories over drinks. This marks the beginning of Hanjae's emotional journey toward self-acceptance and the complexities of his feelings for Haruki \\ @toointoo

SOMETHING SO FRAGILE, MADE OFSTICKS AND MUD, WAS NEVERMEANT TO LAST. ... Yoonah confronts her partner Juwon after discovering him with another girl in their bed, exposing the deep-seated resentment and pain from their crumbling relationship. The confrontation escalates into a physical and emotional fight, revealing Yoonah's anger and desperation for validation. Both characters grapple with their feelings of betrayal and disconnection. Yoonah initially seeks to assert her worth but ultimately admits her love for Juwon, recognizing the toxic dynamics that led to their downfall. As Juwon prepares to leave, they share poignant words filled with regret, leading to a bitter farewell that emphasizes their mutual heartbreak and unresolved issues. \\ @venusvity

DUCLET. ... Sora grapples with her deepening feelings for Chan while engaging in self-destructive behavior with Changkyun. Initially, she clings to the idea of keeping things casual but becomes increasingly obsessed with Chan, culminating in a moment of crisis after an encounter with Changkyun that leaves her feeling hollow. After fleeing the club in distress, she returns to Chan, who comforts her without judgment. This moment signifies Sora's recognition of her love for Chan and her fear of vulnerability. Ultimately, Sora faces the duality of desire and fear, realizing that she craves genuine connection amidst chaos. \\ @alwaysvivid

NOT ENOUGH. ... Mingeun grapples with his insecurities upon meeting Andrew, who is his equal in talent and background. Their similarities breed rivalry, as Mingeun feels overshadowed by Andrew's intelligence and charm. Despite Andrew's attempts to foster camaraderie, Mingeun's anger erupts, showcasing his inner turmoil and fear of failure. Eunsu challenges Mingeun's isolationist mindset, emphasizing the need for collaboration in their group. Meanwhile, Andrew struggles with his cultural identity and feelings of belonging as a foreigner in Korea. Their dynamic hints at deeper issues within the group and sets the stage for personal growth amidst external pressures. \\ @fcble

FELL OFF HARDER. ... Yoonah grapples with her desire to leave Flowerbank for Mydol alongside Chloe, Klara, and Sena, while facing tensions with Bliss. Chloe’s manipulative influence highlights Yoonah's internal conflict about her past relationship with Jinhwa and the group's dynamics. Bliss's protective instincts clash with Yoonah’s determination, leading to a heated argument where Yoonah reveals the planned move without Bliss’s knowledge. The confrontation marks a turning point for both characters: Yoonah asserts her independence, while Bliss feels betrayed, ultimately deciding to distance herself from Yoonah. \\ @venusvity

LOOPIN GOES DISCO. ... Minwoo grapples with his emotions as he confronts Jiahang's substance abuse. Minwoo's sense of responsibility and connection to Jiahang deepens, realizing he cannot abandon him despite the chaos. An attempt to help leads to unintended harm when Jiahang falls and injures himself. Amidst their emotional turmoil, they share a raw exchange about their fears and loneliness. \\ @toointoo

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[baeksu-krp]

Nome: Chu Jia Faceclaim: Lee Mijoo, Solista Data de nascimento e idade: 01.10.1994 — 29 anos Gênero: Feminino Etnia e nacionalidade: Sul-coreana, Coreia do Sul

Moradia: Seodaemun-gu Ocupação: Detetive, Agência Policial de Mingeun-dong Qualidades: Persistente, Proativa Defeitos: Cabeça-dura, Desconfiada User: @ jia_bks

TW: Assassinato, menção a traumas, sangue e agressão física

Algumas vezes, o cérebro apaga certas memórias para evitar que as pessoas se lembrem de traumas. É um mecanismo de defesa natural e é por isso que muitos não se lembram exatamente do que aconteceu. E assim era para Chu Jia. A noite do dia 16 de março de 2002 fora completamente apagada de sua mente. Não se lembrava de como o assalto começara, tampouco o que aconteceu para que os bandidos atirassem. A única coisa em sua mente era a voz do pai mandando-a esconder-se atrás do banco do motorista, cobrindo-se com o casaco. Foi assim que passou despercebida, mas o que veio em seguida se mantinha tão vivo em sua memória quanto os dias presentes. O som de tiros, a polícia chegando pouco depois — uma viatura estava próxima da área e o barulho chamou atenção —, o sangue de seus pais escorrendo e os olhos mirando lugar algum, como se fossem de vidro. O senhor e a senhora Chu estavam mortos e ela sequer sabia como aquilo tudo tinha acontecido. Por causa da defesa de sua mente, seu depoimento foi inútil e, sem haver mais provas, os detetives encerraram a investigação sem encontrarem os culpados. Não bastando perder os pais, a rejeição posterior parecia cortá-la como mil navalhas. Nenhum dos parentes quis assumir sua guarda — “cuidar de criança é muito caro”, eles diziam, “já tive trabalho o suficiente com meus filhos”. Os tios, os avós, até mesmo alguns primos de seus pais… Ninguém queria cuidar da pequena. E, desta forma, ela acabou em um orfanato. Ainda traumatizada, mal falava com as outras crianças, chegando até a agredir algumas e passando por castigos físicos cada vez piores. É claro que os responsáveis pela instituição queriam se livrar da “garota problema”, porém, toda vez que era adotada, devolviam-na pouco depois por falta de adaptação — agressiva, desobediente, não falava, recusava-se a comer. E quando chegou certa idade, ninguém queria adotá-la mais — estava “velha” demais. Na adolescência, contudo, veio o interesse por casos criminais. Passava horas assistindo os mais diversos casos, fosse em seu aparelho de celular — doado por colaboradores — ou na televisão compartilhada da casa — por pouco tempo, já que sempre a faziam mudar de canal. Descobriu sobre a resolução de casos mais de dez ou vinte anos depois, que tinha detetives especializados unicamente nesses tipos de caso e a esperança de descobrir quem tinha assassinado seus pais a atingiu em cheio. Saiu do orfanato já com um emprego para sobreviver. Estudou como podia. Passou para a polícia. Estudou mais. Esforçou-se. Foi promovida. E de novo. E de novo. E, quando percebeu, já era detetive da Agência Policial de Mingeun-dong. Tinha que resolver alguns crimes, é claro, mas, finalmente, poderia descobrir o que aconteceu realmente na noite que mudou sua vida, mesmo que as poucas memórias que tinha viessem em forma de flash em seus piores pesadelos.

OOC: +18 Triggers: Zoofilia, incesto, tortura de incapazes (crianças, idosos, animais) Temas de interesse: Todos

[nosikmarie]

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GIRIBOY - Acrnm (feat.Goretexx) from sunisle on Vimeo.

Director paranoid paranoid

Executive Producer VM Project Architecture

Assistant Director Soobin Park , Jiwoo Kim, Mihee Seo, Eunbi Shin

Project Manager Kate Jeon Line Producer Yohan Joo

Director of Photography Hyungyun Kim

Focus Puller Seungji Lee

Gaffer Yeongsu Im

Art Director Jinsil Park , Bona Kim MU:E Jimmy Jib Operator Yungu Ji

Post Production Eunjeong Cho

Artist GIRIBOY Executive Producer Jihoon Moon Producer GIRIBOY A&R, Marketing Narae Shin, Jihoe Kim Manager Sejin Lim, Jungmoon Lee

Stylist GIRIBOY, Goretexx Hair & Make Up BLACK LIP

Presented By Linchpin Music Corp. Just Music.

choreography 韓國舞踊 Jeong Min Geun Mingeun Jeong, Hyoyoung Song, Hyeji Kim, Seunghee Seo Ahyoung Choi, Soyoung Jung, Suyeon Cho, Nahye Son, Donghoo Kim

choreography Lion Mask Dancing Wonjung Yoon, Jaemin Kim

Lion Mask Designer Dayun Kim

choreography (Live Performance) Monster Woo Fam Youngster, Faker, Hanbyeol, Aiden, jeongmin, Duck, Reckless, e.one

[solplparty]

Tommy Strate - 어머님은 (ft. Kid Milli) M/V https://youtu.be/cy7GvEtwiXE Director : Yvng Wing https://www.instagram.com/yvngwing94/ Exacutive Producer : Bruce Kim https://www.instagram.com/byung.jin.kim/ 1st AC : Mingeun Jo https://www.instagram.com/ihave_freckles/ 2nd AC : Peakle https://www.instagram.com/made_in_peakle/ Gaffer : Mingeun Jo Edit : Yvng Wing Make-up Artist : Eunbin Ha https://www.instagram.com/hakkaeng_art/, Hyewon Yoon https://www.instagram.com/iamwonnn/ Starring : Kid Milli https://www.instagram.com/kidcozyboy/, Tommy Strate https://www.instagram.com/tommystrate_/, Bruce Kim, In Ha Kim Special thanks : Hyundai Livart, 來香 the chinese restaurant #TommyStrate #어머님은 #KidMilli 워너뮤직코리아 (Warner Music Korea)

[fcble]

INVIDIA + LIMBO for my man mingeun!!

INVIDIA — A time my muse was vindictive and held a grudge or wished harm upon others.

In which Mingeun receives the opposite of a welcome. July 28, 2024. 0.9k.

Mingeun arrives home less than twenty-four hours after he left, feeling... lighter? No. Vindicated? Perhaps. Normal? He'll settle for that. Normalcy lasts until he unlocks the door of Fable's apartment. That's when he's met with the uncomfortable sight of Daewoong on the couch, looking rather hungover, for lack of a better description. Andrew sits on his right with enough space for another person to sit between them, looking like he'd rather be anywhere else in the world. It's like a meeting of the Anti-Mingeun Convention. All they're missing is Taein, a couple thousand online detractors, and maybe one or two of Haksu's sasaengs, just to spice things up.

It takes less than two seconds for Mingeun to process the fact that he's in an incomprehensible amount of trouble. Like he always is. He folds his arms over his chest, still carrying his backpack of one day's worth of clothes. "What did I do now?"

"I don't fucking know," Daewoong says irritably. "Andrew told me he doesn't know either. Is that correct?"

Mingeun hates him. He's hated Daewoong from the day he first arrived, another SM Entertainment reject, high and mighty and simultaneously a failure. He hates his helicopter management. He hates how he acts as an extension of Taein's will, the sword wielded by a king, with no discernible independence of his own.

"Yes," he lies. Andrew didn't throw him under the bus. It would have been easy for him to tell the truth, to say, "Mingeun went to Japan because his girlfriend is there." He didn't do that, and now he's a witness to Mingeun's latest downfall.

Daewoong steeples his fingers together, a near-perfect mirror image of Taein. "So what did you do?"

It has to be an intimidation tactic. He wants Mingeun to incriminate himself. After all, going on vacation isn't a crime. And he did what Taein asked of him, anyway. Somehow, Mingeun doesn't think the logic he used with Hwajung will go over well with his manager. He spends a minute fantasizing about wrapping his fingers around Daewoong's throat and feeling the flesh give beneath his grip. He's had similar thoughts about Taein before, sitting across from him in his office in the shittiest plastic chair known to man. He wonders how long it would take before Andrew would interrupt, or if he'd let Mingeun have his way. He digs his fingers into the side of his rib cage until it hurts.

"Nothing," he says levelly. An immediate response is a sure sign of a frantic cover up, and Mingeun is nothing if not a proficient liar. Andrew doesn't so much as shift in his seat, and Mingeun appreciates him like he's never appreciated anyone before.

Daewoong brings his phone out of his pocket. "Read the headline." He gives his phone up to Andrew in another power play.

Andrew reads out loud in a tight, stiff voice. "'Fable's Byeonghwi, Mingeun, and Intak Spotted at Neon Nights Show.'"

Mingeun's heart drops into the pit of his stomach. Daewoong plucks his phone out of Andrew's grip with two fingers.

"I wouldn't call flying to Japan last night nothing," Daewoong says. He holds his other hand out. "Passport. Phone. Wallet."

Mingeun doesn't move. He's almost twenty-five, not twelve. He pictures, again, his hands on Daewoong's throat, the realization in his eyes at the moment he recognizes that Mingeun is the one with the power, not him. Andrew would let him get away with it, he decides. There's no love lost between the two of them. His therapist hasn't told him this is an unhealthy coping method yet. Probably because he hasn't told her about it.

"Mingeun. We both had long nights. Now." Daewoong speaks like Mingeun is some unruly animal, easily tamed by a stern word and a firm hand.

There are only two ways out of this situation that he can see. First, he leaves, like he always does. The problem with that is there's no telling how long Daewoong is willing to wait. This is his job, after all. Second, Mingeun can give in. He fiddles with one of the straps of his backpack.

Andrew reads his mind. "Don't give it to him," he says, in English this time.

Mingeun is already lowering his backpack to the ground, so he hears, more than sees, the vicious crack as Daewoong backhands Andrew. He flinches nevertheless. He knows Daewoong is capable of this violence—just like he is—but he's never raised a hand against Fable before.

"Speak Korean, Yejun." Daewoong all but snarls around Andrew's old stage name.

Mingeun's passport and wallet aren't hard to find. He keeps them both in the same outside pocket. He risks a glance up at Andrew, who sits there with fury blazing in his eyes, one side of his jawline tinged pink.

"Here," he mumbles, fishing his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans and handing over the pieces of his modern lifestyle to Daewoong. He watches Daewoong rifle through his wallet and take out both his credit cards before tossing the rest of it back at him. It would be so easy, Mingeun thinks, to throttle him, to leave ten nearly identical bruises scattered along his windpipe—not enough to kill him, just enough to scare him. He hides his hands behind his back and digs his nails into his palms.

Daewoong stands abruptly. "I'm staying in Eunsu's room again. Clean it up."

He leaves, presumably to collect whatever he needs to move into Eunsu's room. Mingeun stares daggers at his back, flopping down on the couch next to Andrew, tired and phoneless and utterly drained.

"I fucking hate him," Andrew says, still in English, massaging the side of his face.

"Who doesn't?" Mingeun responds, taking great comfort in the fact that Andrew would have backed him up in his most impulsive moments.

LIMBO — A time my muse acted faithless and disloyal.

In which Mingeun flakes. April 20, 2024. 0.6k.

It took three weeks for Mingeun and his mother to plan a single dinner. Between her job and his job and the time difference and the fact that Mingeun doesn't want to see her, it's a miracle any plan formed at all. According to his mother, the timing is perfect. It's almost the end of Eunice's sophomore year of university, and Fable's New York tour stop isn't far from her campus. His younger sister seemed even unhappier with the plan than Mingeun does. He wonders how many more years will pass before his mother recognizes the common factor in all of her children moving away from home as soon as they can.

The plan they finally agreed upon is dinner at some upscale seafood restaurant, one of many in a chain run by some celebrity chef Mingeun's mother follows on Instagram, the night before Fable's New York concert. She also asked him if there's anyway the two of them can get last minute tickets to the concert, griping about prices and resellers on the phone. Mingeun lied and told her no, despite knowing that Andrew's parents will be at their LA stop in decent seats, close to, but not directly in front of the stage.

The only task left for Mingeun is to tell Daewoong he has plans for that night. The day creeps closer and closer. The practices ramp up, until he goes to bed with 'Platonic Love' looping in his head. He stays quiet. Andrew is stressed about an already-booked car rental and an already-planned vacation itinerary, on top of everything else he has to worry about. Mingeun doesn't utter a word. Then it's the first night of their Seoul concert, and the second night, and they're packed on a plane to Los Angeles. Daewoong remains none the wiser.

Mingeun wishes he could say he tried. The problem is that he hasn't tried at all. He doesn't talk to Daewoong. He doesn't talk to his mother. He doesn't even talk to Eunice when she texts him and asks, are you srsly going to dinner w/ mom?

Maybe his mother will come down with a cold and miss her flight. Maybe one of Eunice's professors will assign her a major homework assignment due on the same night. Maybe Mingeun will fall off the stage at one of the earlier stops and break his leg.

None of those things happen, and before he knows it, he's in New York and he has a miserable impending family dinner in the next few hours.

His savior comes in the form of Byeonghwi, who descends like an angel sent from heaven, looming over him as he stews in despair in a hotel bed. "Are you busy tonight?"

Mingeun thinks about his mother and her plans and pushes them out of his head. He props himself up into a sitting position. "No."

"Do you wanna go out?"

He has a suspicion that Byeonghwi is asking him because he speaks fluent English. "Why didn't you ask Andrew-hyung?" he asks, even though he would really not like Byeonghwi to ask Andrew, and he's going to say yes, regardless of where the out is.

Byeonghwi hesitates, and then says, "He wouldn't approve."

That sounds even better to Mingeun. If Andrew doesn't approve, then Daewoong certainly wouldn't approve, and that means Mingeun should do it.

"Yeah, sure. Where are you going?"

Byeonghwi shrugs, and Mingeun can't help but wonder what he signed up for. Maybe Andrew was right to disapprove.

He might be a little bit of an asshole, but he isn't a complete asshole. He does the bare minimum and texts both his mother and Eunice that something came up and he won't be able to attend the night's dinner. Eunice responds directly to him with a gif of some animated character falling over, captioned with "dies from cringe."

Mingeun spends a minute feeling guilty about leaving his baby sister—who also happens to be an adult—at the mercy of their mother. Then he feels relieved about saving his own skin, and doesn't even bother to pry a plan out of Byeonghwi.

[necnnights]

MERRY-GO-ROUND: NEON NIGHTS THE BEST is the fifth anniversary compilation album by fictional girl band NEON NIGHTS. It was released on July 12, 2024, a week after their fifth anniversary, and is the final Japanese album with guitarist QIUYUN. It contains twelve tracks: three new songs and nine re-releases of older music spanning their Korean discography as well. The album peaked at number seven on the Oricon weekly album chart.

Described by the band and critics alike as their “cutest album yet,” the three new tracks feature a brighter sound reminiscent of their first studio album. Like the vast majority of their music so far, the production was led by HWAJUNG. It is their second album to feature songwriting contributions from all five members, following their English-language debut from earlier in the year.

TRACK LIST

MERRY-GO-ROUND — Title track

Gachapon

Sneaker Cinderella

Cross - 2024 Version — The opening track of their debut album, INTENTION. Re-recorded.

We Are - 2024 Version — The lead single from the same album. Re-recorded.

Dice - 2024 Version — The lead single from their first EP, FIRST SIGHT. Re-recorded.

KICKASS - 2024 Version — A popular b-side from the same album. Re-recorded.

Deja Vu - Japanese Version — A b-side from their Korean magnum opus, NEW ISLAND OF UTOPIA. Translated into Japanese.

Jealousy - Acoustic — The second lead single from INTENTION. Acoustic arrangement.

That Won’t Save Us - Acoustic — A b-side from INTENTION. Acoustic arrangement.

I Know I Love You - Neon Nights Version — The title track of their first Korean EP, MIDNIGHT. Originally featuring FABLE’s Andrew and Mingeun.

(No More) Utopia - Symphony Version — The title track of NEW ISLAND OF UTOPIA. Re-arranged.

ERA NOTES

The elephant in the room is, of course, Qiuyun’s impending departure. They gave her a slightly different send-off with every show, and they had a lot of shows. Highlights included: part switches where Qiuyun sang a few songs (usually “Merry-Go-Round”), chose the encore songs (usually “仮面ミーハー女子”), and picked some of their stage outfits (she had Eden wearing dresses). 

No one seemed to be upset about this. In fact, it was the opposite. There were very few tears shed. Hwajung looked happy, despite being almost completely hidden behind her drum set for every show.

In their company’s usual cash-grab style, the album released with a lot of extra content. Besides the songs, each member wrote a letter expressing their thoughts on their anniversary. In the only attempt at marketing them to their widest audience, their words were translated into Japanese, Korean, and English.

The album also included a DVD of behind-the-scenes content for the re-recording of their songs, and another DVD of highlights from their careers so far.

Hwajung is still banned from her personal Instagram, but both she and Eunbyul alluded to disliking these business practices multiple times during live shows. At the same time, they both re-signed their contracts. So there’s that.

During a few shows, they took requests for songs for the first time instead of playing whatever they want. There were some deep cuts in there, especially when fans requested “Asphalt,” their second single ever. Yumi forgot half the chords, since it’s been eight years since they last performed it.

STYLING

[anqelblccm]

CATCH TWENTYFIVE is the 2nd full album by MIGHTY DEVIL's most known soloist, HERO. the mini album was released on the artist's birthday, october 4th, consisting of ten tracks, with PULL THE TRIGGER serving as the album's title track. the second full album reached higher than any of the artist's previous albums could, and the title track quickly became one of the most replayed songs on spotify. the first week of the album release, PULL THE TRIGGER rose to number four on the charts, making it HERO's second song to enter the top 10 on the billboard charts ( with the first one being DANCE FOR TWO from the previous year, ranked in 5th place ).

tracklist.

YOU & TEARS ( INTRO )

SET ME FREE 🅴

PULL THE TRIGGER ( TITLE )

DOWN DOWN ( feat. FABLE's MINGEUN )

I WANNA KNOW ( feat. CARAVAL's CHAN )

SWEET GAME ( feat. LOOPIN's MINWOO )

HEAVEN, ARE YOU THERE? ( feat. ARM CANDY's ZION )

GOD DAMN 🅴

MATCH & THE FLAME

I'M BAD ( OUTRO )

album content.

THRILLER VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

HAUNTING VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

MISERY VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

STORY VERSION : outbox ( 210 x 290mm ) + photo booklet ( 84p ) + folded poster ( random one out of 4 ) + sticker sheet ( 1ea ) + accordion lyrics poster ( 1ea ) + signed polaroid ( distributed randomly for first print only ) + photocards ( random 2 out of 16 ) + bike keys charm ( distributed randomly for first print only )

era notes.

literally one of HERO's best eras, you cannot prove me wrong!

despite waiting for so long, fans were present for the album drop and couldn't stop streaming the songs! the music video for the title song racked up an amazing 25 million views in the first 24 hours!

PULL THE TRIGGER dabbles with the synth-wave genre and is aided by footfalls of percussion and atmospheric synths, which is something that the artist never played with but always talked about doing a song with those vibes in mind.

no one expected HERO's hair to be longer than his usual length, but literally, no one complained because it looked fabulous on him! the singer stated that he "wanted to try something new" and ended up liking it so much that he refused to cut it.

HERO admitted that he had so much fun working with other idols in the fic industry and that he's glad he approached them with the idea when, not even two years ago, he was avoiding others like the plague.

PULL THE TRIGGER received a jaw-dropping 13 wins on music shows, which, in the end, wasn't as surprising to ODDITIES as they expected many wins since they knew how popular the song would be as soon as the track list was announced, and after the singer released a highlight medley!

this comeback was really something else, and it really showed how HERO got out of his safety zone to interact more with other idols as well as with his fans. ODDITIES can’t help but hope that he stays that way!

era style.

collage layout ib. mediadollz !

[baechugalaxy]

When you look at me mansae!

I like your lips when you're smiling, it feels new everyday on my way to you.

Como siempre se encontraba en la sala de ensayo de la empresa, a veces pasaba más tiempo en aquella sala que en el propio dormitorio del grupo, sin embargo no le importaba realmente pues tenía a los que eran sus compañeros y amigos junto a él, básicamente como una familia a la que con el tiempo había terminado tomando cariño. En ese mismo momento habían terminado de ensayar o al menos la parte que le correspondía al Hip hop team había terminado por lo que S.Coups, Wonwoo, Vernon y él tenían tiempo libre al menos  hasta que volvieran a tener que ensayar, por el momento era el turno del Vocal team, Mingyu tomó su toalla y se secó un poco revolviéndose el pelo después se dirigió hacia donde estaban los demás, no tenía nada mejor que hacer que quedarse a ver cómo sus compañeros practicaban por lo nada más llegar se puso tras Wonwoo y lo abrazó por la cintura mientras apoyo su mentón en el hombro de este. Estaba seguro de que de ser posible podría llegar a quedarse así todo el día, se sentía muy a gusto en esa posición por lo que no tenía intención alguna de moverse de allí y mientras ninguno de los otros se moviera él permanecería en esa posición cuanto le fuera posible que esperaba que no fuera muy pronto pues se encontraba realmente a gusto. Sólo había algo o más bien alguien que pudiera hacer que se moviera de esa posición y ese alguien tenía nombre de mujer de metro sesenta y ocho a la que era cercano, la cual era realmente preciosa y la persona que más se acercaba a su tipo ideal de mujer, cada vez que la veía dejaba todo lo que estuviera haciendo e iba tras de ella, no sabía bien por qué pero era una auto reacción. Por el momento su razón para dejarlo todo no había aparecido por lo que seguía enganchado a Wonwoo como si le hubieran pegado a él y no pudiera despegarse aunque quisiera, sólo que él simplemente no quería. Terminó por despegarse finalmente e ir a por un café, le apetecía prepararse uno de esos americano que solía hacer él, era un poco a su manera pero a él le gustaba cómo quedaban por lo que era asiduo a prepararlos y tomarlos en los descansos en ocasiones para mantenerse despierto y en otras simplemente porque le apetecía. Cuando estaba terminando de prepararlo escuchó pasos en el pasillo, no eran simples pasos eran pasos de tacones, los cuales resonaban por todo el pasillo, Mingyu intuyó quién era o al menos esperaba que fuese esa persona, lo deseaba por lo que apresurándose a terminar su americano se dispuso a salir con el café al pasillo esperando encontrar a la persona en la que pensaba "que sea ella, que sea ella, por favor que sea ella" deseaba con todas sus fuerzas el autoproclamado visual de Seventeen. Tomó aire mientras salía al pasillo con su americano en la mano, se asomó ligeramente y la vio venir, seguramente muy ocupada en sus cosas como para reparar en Mingyu aunque él deseaba que así fuera, sin embargo él sí que había tenido en cuenta la presencia de la mayor yendo en dicha dirección por el pasillo. Soltó el aire poco a poco, se estiró la ropa asegurándose de que estaba impecable y se aclaró la garganta, aún tenía la toalla colgando del cuello y el pelo algo revuelto pero no le importaba mucho, de hecho pensaba que le haría parecer más sexy. Salió al paso de la mayor cuando pasaba y apoyado con una mano en la puerta le ofreció el americano con la otra- Kaeun noona, te preparé un americano, hoy estás realmente preciosa- dijo con toda su chulería, estaba algo nervioso pero lo disimulaba lo mejor que podía- ¿Estás ocupada? Si tienes un rato podemos pasarlo juntos- ofreció dedicándole una de sus mejores sonrisas, una de esas sonrisas cautivadoras que usaba él para ligar con las chicas, le era fácil cautivar a las chicas con esa táctica pero, ¿funcionaría con una noona? ¿Y si dicha noona era precisamente Kaeun? Él esperaba que sí por alguna razón aunque no sabía exactamente por qué.

[yibitow]

[15.03.05 INFO] 

Ren's male friend real name is Mingeun.

trans: ohmybusan_ || take out with full credits

[kyufika]

Like appa like soon #Minho #Yoogeun #MinGeun #SHINee #HelloBaby #SHINeeWorld #ChoiMinho #JungYoogeun