#miracle got7

[suuho]

merry christmas igot7 💚

[yumiyue07]

Bumping into Christmas Magic ✨

♡ Author's note

✨ So this is Christmas... 🎵

Christmas Eve is finally here, and the magic of the season fills the air! As the year swiftly comes to a close, I’m excited to share my very first Christmas love story, inspired by Stray Kids’ beautiful song Christmas Love.

This is a tale of serendipity, snowy evenings, and a romance that proves Christmas miracles truly do exist. ✨

Have a wonderful Christmas Eve! 🌟

Enough of my rambling—dive right in and enjoy the story! Thank you, as always. 💖

With love, YumiYue 🌙

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POV: K-idol x fem reader

H/N = His name Y/N = Your name

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Part 1

Somehow, you’d lost track of the others. One moment, they were beside you; the next, they’d disappeared into the bustling crowd. You couldn’t really blame them—you’d been completely captivated by a stall filled with hand-painted Christmas baubles.

The display was enchanting, with delicate ornaments in every color, their intricate patterns catching the glow of nearby fairy lights. Some were painted with snow-covered cottages, others with prancing reindeer or frosty pine trees. The artist, a kind-faced woman with paint-stained fingers, gave you a warm smile before turning her attention to another customer carefully selecting a set.

A soft pang of indecision tugged at you. There was a particular bauble with a swirling galaxy of blues and silvers that had caught your eye, but you decided you’d come back for it after exploring more of the market.

As you walked away, the festive chatter of the crowd faded slightly while you rummaged through your handbag.

You’d meant to check your phone—maybe send a quick text to find your colleagues—but in your search, you paid no attention to where you were going.

Suddenly, you collided with something solid. The impact jarred you, and you stumbled back a step as the sound of rustling bags and clattering objects broke through the market’s cheerful hum.

A young man stood in front of you, blinking in mild surprise as he stared at the scattered shopping bags at his feet.

“Oh, no, I’m so sorry about that. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said sheepishly, stepping forward to help.

The young man looked up, his expression shifting from surprise to amusement as if he hadn’t even noticed you standing there at first. He was strikingly handsome, his soft eyes catching yours with a mix of warmth and curiosity. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and a thick scarf was snugly wrapped around his neck—a clear defense against the biting cold.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a small laugh, brushing off the incident. “I was distracted, too.”

You bent down to help him gather his bags, brushing the snow off one of them before handing it back to him.

“Quite a lot of bags you’re carrying around,” you said with a playful smile.

“Yeah, I’ve been on the hunt for gifts,” he admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. “And I think I might’ve gotten a bit… overambitious. I’m new in town, so navigating all this is a little overwhelming.”

“Ah, I see,” you replied, eyeing the assortment of bags. “Well, if you’re looking for something specific, I could help you. Consider it my way of making up for crashing into you. Or,” you added with a grin, “I could just help you carry all of this. You’re practically a walking Christmas tree at this point.”

He laughed then—a bright, infectious laugh that made your chest feel unexpectedly warm. “If you really don’t mind, I’d appreciate the help. At this rate, I’ll be wandering around until midnight. And honestly, having a hand free wouldn’t be the worst thing.” He shifted the bags and held out his now-empty hand. “By the way, I’m H/N.”

“Nice to meet you, H/N,” you said, taking his hand for a brief shake. “I’m Y/N. And yes, I’d be happy to help.”

He smiled again, the kind of smile that felt like it could melt through the snow. “Nice to meet you too, Y/N. Are you here alone?”

“Well, not exactly,” you said, taking a few of the bags from him to lighten his load. “I came here with my colleagues, but I got a little distracted at one of the stalls. By the time I looked up, they were gone. I was just about to check my phone when—”

“When you ran into me,” he finished, grinning.

“Exactly.” You couldn’t help but smile back.

You walked side by side, heading in the opposite direction from where you’d come. The faint crunch of snow underfoot blended with the festive buzz of the Christmas market around you.

“Are you sure you don’t want to rejoin your colleagues?” he asked, glancing at you. “You really don’t have to wander around here with me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it. They’ll be fine without me,” you said with a wave of your hand. “They were heading home soon anyway. Christmas markets aren’t really their thing.” You paused, your face lighting up as you added, “I, on the other hand, absolutely love everything about Christmas.”

He chuckled softly, his gaze lingering on you. “I can tell. You’re practically glowing. It suits you.”

A faint warmth rose in your cheeks—not just from the cold—and you smiled. “There’s just something magical about this season, isn’t there?”

“Definitely,” he said, his voice soft. He quickly looked away, his ears tinged with a hint of pink. You just looked so happy—it was impossible not to find it contagious.

“How long have you been in the city?” you asked after a moment.

“About two weeks now,” he replied. “I moved here for work. My team arrived last week, too.”

“Your team? Are you a sportsman? Or maybe a coach?” you guessed, glancing at his athletic build.

He laughed, shaking his head. “No, nothing like that. We’re an IT team—we handle data and building security. Our new assignment brought us here.”

“Aha,” you said with interest. “That sounds exciting. Does that mean you’re always on the move?”

“Pretty much,” he admitted with a small shrug. “Depending on the job, we relocate to be closer to the client’s office.”

Something about that answer gave you pause. “By ‘we,’ you mean your team, right?” You hesitated, almost asking if he meant family, but stopped yourself.

“Yes, exactly,” he said with a nod. “My team is like my family. We spend a lot of time together.”

“Let me guess—the presents are for your team?” you teased lightly.

He laughed again, the sound bright and warm. “Exactly. Christmas is coming soon, and I wanted to be early with gifts this year. Usually, I’m the guy scrambling at the last minute.”

“Oh, I know how that feels,” you said, grinning. “How many presents are you still missing?”

“Just one more, actually,” he said, his voice tinged with pride.

“Hey, that’s great!” you said. “Do you already have an idea for it? If you do, we can head there now.”

“I was thinking of getting a scarf,” he explained. “One of my teammates is always losing his stuff. Having a backup scarf might actually save him this winter.”

“That’s so thoughtful of you,” you said, genuinely impressed. “I saw a stall selling scarves back that way.” You pointed toward a row of twinkling booths in the distance. “Let’s check it out.”

“Sure thing, Miss Tour Guide,” he said, chuckling.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname. “Hmm, how about I give you a proper tour of the city sometime? You know, if you want—and if you have time.”

“Sounds like a plan,” he replied, his grin widening. “I’ve looked up a few sightseeing spots online, but I haven’t gotten around to them yet. With you as my guide, though, I’d say my chances of enjoying it just got a whole lot better.”

His mischievous smile made your heart skip a beat, and you found yourself grinning back.

His smile made your heart race, a steady rhythm suddenly thrown off course. What’s wrong with me? you thought, trying to focus on something else. It had been a while since anyone had made you feel this way—this sudden, fluttering warmth that seemed to curl up and settle in your chest.

You stole a glance at him as you walked side by side. He was taller than you, with broad shoulders and a confident, easy stride. His long coat, scarf, and gloves gave him an effortlessly elegant look, every piece carefully coordinated. Maybe he’d come straight from work to the market. Whatever the case, the polished air about him only added to the growing sense of attraction you felt.

“Here we are,” you said, gesturing to the stall. “Take your time to look through the selection.”

The two of you began browsing, the display lit softly by strings of twinkling lights. You spotted a pair of dark red gloves with small bows at the openings and couldn’t resist buying them. They were too cute to leave behind. Meanwhile, H/N inspected the scarves with a focused look, his brow furrowing slightly in thought.

“Did you find something interesting?” he asked, glancing your way.

“Look at this scarf,” you said, holding up one with a playful Christmas motif. “Isn’t it adorable? It’s perfect for the season!”

He chuckled, the sound light and warm. “It really is.”

“How about you? Did you find something for your friend?” you asked, noticing the scarf in his hand.

“Yep,” he said, holding it up for you to see. “This one’s simple, nothing too fancy—he’ll like it.”

“That’s great!” you said with a smile. “So, you’ve officially finished your gift shopping.”

“I have,” he said, his grin widening. “Let me pay for this quickly. Be right back.”

You watched as he walked to the booth owner, chatting briefly as he handed over the scarf. A small pang settled in your chest. With his shopping done, this might be the moment you’d have to part ways. The thought felt strangely disappointing—is it weird that I don’t want this to end yet?

He returned moments later, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. “Ah, what a relief,” he said with a laugh. “Now all I have to do is wrap these up and find clever hiding spots for them.”

“Good plan,” you said, smiling despite the lingering thought of goodbye. “Maybe I should start my own shopping marathon soon, too.”

“If you need a helper, I volunteer,” he offered with a playful grin. Then, more seriously, he added, “Thanks again for your help. I really appreciate it.”

“Of course! It was no trouble at all,” you replied, your voice softening. “I guess my mission’s complete now, huh?”

“Yeah,” he said, his tone dipping slightly. He hesitated before asking, “But… do you mind showing me around the market a bit more?”

Your heart lifted. “I’d love to! How about we grab something to eat first? It smells amazing here.”

“Great idea. After all this shopping, I need to recharge. Hmm, it smells like chestnuts,” he said, his nose lifting slightly toward the aroma wafting through the air.

“That’s right. There’s a booth over there selling them. Let’s start with that,” you suggested.

A few minutes later, you were both holding a small bag of warm chestnuts, the heat seeping into your hands through the paper. Sharing them as you walked, the conversation naturally turned to your jobs. You told him about your work as a journalist, covering everything from local stories to larger features.

“Maybe I could interview you and your team some time,” you teased. “A story about the latest trends in IT security, perhaps?”

He chuckled, a playful glint in his eye. “Why not? It’s a pretty important topic. Could even get us some new clients,” he said, winking at you.

The truth was that H/N’s team didn’t need your help to attract attention. From what he’d told you, they were already renowned as one of the best security teams in the industry. Still, the idea made him smile—it was an excuse to talk to you again.

As the chestnuts dwindled, you decided on your next stop. “Hot chocolate?” you suggested, gesturing toward a nearby booth with a menu written in chalk and steam curling into the night air.

“Sounds perfect,” he agreed.

The rich, warm drink was just what you needed to ward off the evening chill. Strolling through the bustling market with steaming cups in hand, the conversation between you flowed so effortlessly that it felt like second nature. You found yourselves wandering from one topic to the next, discovering little quirks about each other and laughing at shared jokes. It was as if you’d known each other for years rather than just a few hours.

Eventually, you circled back to the booth where you’d first collided. Your eyes lit up at the display of handmade ornaments and painted Christmas baubles, just as they had earlier.

“They’re so beautiful,” you murmured, leaning in to admire them. You reached for one, hesitating, then moved to another, clearly torn. “I don’t know which one to choose. They’re all so lovely!”

H/N watched you with a soft smile. The way your childlike joy illuminated your face, the way your eyes sparkled in the twinkling market lights—it left him captivated.

“They are beautiful,” he said quietly, though his gaze never left you.

You turned to him, startled by the softness in his tone. His eyes met yours, warm and intent, and a blush crept up your cheeks. Feeling suddenly shy, you looked away, pretending to study the ornaments again.

A soft chuckle escaped him, and he shook his head. “You really do make this season feel magical, you know,” he said, almost to himself.

Just as you were about to ask for H/N’s opinion on the ornaments, you heard your name being called.

“Y/N, there you are!” one of your female colleagues exclaimed, hurrying toward you. “We lost you in the middle of everything, and you didn’t respond to our messages or calls. We started to get worried!”

“Oh no, I’m so sorry,” you said, flustered. “I got so caught up looking around the booths that I forgot to check my phone.”

“That’s so typical of you,” she teased, shaking her head.

“Once you like something, you get totally lost in it.”

H/N couldn’t help but smile at this description, imagining youwandering through the market, mesmerized by its magic. It suited you perfectly.

“Y/N, are you coming with us now?” your colleague asked, glancing over her shoulder. “Our boss joined us all of a sudden.”

“Oh!” you said, startled. “Uh, yeah, I’ll be there in a second.”

“Alright, but don’t disappear on us again,” she said with a grin. “We’re at the booth selling sweets.” With that, she turned and walked back toward the group.

You turned back to H/N, an apologetic expression on your face as you handed him the shopping bags you’d been carrying. “It seems like our tour ends here,” you said regretfully. “I’m really sorry to leave so abruptly, but as you heard, my boss joined, and I can’t exactly say no.”

You didn’t want to leave. Spending time with H/N had been more fun, more alive, than anything you’d done in ages. But you didn’t have a choice.

“Don’t worry about it,” H/N said with an understanding smile. “I get it. Thank you for all your help. Have a nice evening ahead.”

“It was a lot of fun,” you said, your voice tinged with reluctance. “Have a nice evening, too. So… yeah.”

“Thank you,” he said, his gaze softening. “Maybe I’ll see you again?”

“Yeah,” you said shyly, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Maybe.”

You waved at him and turned, hurrying to catch up with your colleague. Inside, your heart sank a little. “Why didn’t I ask for his number?!” you scolded yourself. The chance of seeing him again in such a big city felt slim, but maybe… maybe he didn’t want to see you again. He could have asked, too.

Behind you, H/N waved back, his hand lingering in the air even after you’d disappeared into the crowd. His eyes stayed on you, a wistful smile on his face. “She’s so cute,” he thought, the warmth of the evening still coursing through him. “Almost like a fairy.”

As he turned back toward the ornament display, his gaze fell on one you had admired—a delicate bauble painted with a soft, shimmering winter scene. His smile widened.

To be continued...

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[married-2-the-music]

Got7 Deep Dive #1: A ‘Miracle’ Ten Years On

Got7 is one of the most important k-pop boy groups of the late 3rd generation of k-pop, JYP’s answer to Big Hit’s BTS, YG’s Winner, and SM’s EXO. They debuted in 2014, with seven members: Jinyoung, Jackson, BamBam, Yugyeom, Jaebeom (JB), Mark, and Youngjae. Here are my credentials: While I don’t know much about Got7’s music, I do know a decent amount about them as people. I first heard about…

[cairmyart]

i JUST watched bam's house ep with mark today and honestly (for me) it feels so different to watch got7 content from other groups. i always say i feel like they're like my best friends or family and it feels so warm and safe watching them just talking abt their stuff and laughing together :(

[yixinghoneybee]

Top 250 Songs of 2023: 44. Our Miracle - Jinyoung 🥰

[kingkangyohan]

On my way home, this is like the 5th loop.

[yemme]

Jinyoung out here serving the people....

[hyunpic]

list of songs hyunjin has played on his lives/recommended:

note: im probably missing some & i couldn’t put links to all of them cause apparently tumblr has a link limit 🤨

lauv: julia, lonely eyes, invisible things, paris in the rain, never not, im so tired, the story never ends, i like me better

offonff: photograph, cigarette (ft. miso & tablo), dance, bath

beyoncé: crazy in love (remix)

billie eilish: i love you, &burn, idontwannabeyouanymore, ocean eyes, before i go, tv

honne: day1, la la la that’s how it goes

christina perri: a thousand years

shawn mendes: mercy, treat you better, in my blood

dvwn: phobia

dpr live: jam & butterfly

jehwi: dear moon

leehi: rose

bts: dna, waste it on me, make it right

colde: where love begins, string (ft. sunwoojunga), the museum, wa-r-r, your dog loves you (ft. crush), control me, a song nobody knows, im in love

got7: miracle, hard carry

justin bieber: lonely

josef salvat: call on me

taemin: criminal

night off: sleep

sam kim: make up (ft. crush), like a fool, sunny days summer nights

niki: lowkey

iu: the visitor, lullaby, knees, love poem, give you my heart, my sea

cha ni: starlight

sia: snowman

akmu: happening

sunwoojunga: run with me

the black skirts: everything

korea cracker: ocean (ft. hoyeon kim)

cosmic boy: can i love?

penomeco: no.5 (ft. crush)

yerin baek: blooming memories, limit

10cm: so…., however

day6: i’ll try, love me or leave me, when you love someone, you were beautiful, congratulations, zombie, days gone by, afraid

dean: d (half moon), instagram, what 2 do, bonnie & clyde

exo: first snow, the eve, love shot

sam fischer: this city

jukjae: do you want to walk with me?, lullaby

ph-1: nerdy love (ft. yerin baek), as i told you

baekhyun: love again, un village

amine: blackjack

young k: come as you are, guard you

flume: say it (ft. tove lo)

twice: dance the night away, fancy

ariana grande: thank u, next

hajin: we all lie

about: it has to be you

caroline says: winter is cold

h.e.r: u, wait for it

bol4: to my youth

monday kiz: winter is as i wished

paul kim: the road, additional

sweden laundry: the winter

jung seung hwan: in that winter

chungha: gotta go

zion.t: no make up, snow

airman: gloomy star, i’ll be your spring (ft. j_ust)

motte: dont run away

seventeen: a-teen, super

khalid: location

lukas graham: 7 years

imagine dragons: believer

bo kyung kim: dont think you are alone

jung ilhoon: spoiler (ft. babylon)

davichi: falling in love, 이 사랑

coldplay: everglow, viva la vida

lyn: my destiny

jus2: focus on me, long black, senses (jpn version)

crush: beautiful, you and i

ed sheeran: lego house, perfect, photograph, beautiful people

croosh: why

20 years of age: x

tori kelly: paper hearts

seulgi: always

luna: do you love me? (ft. george)

wisue: someone’s shining

epik high: eternal sunshine

jp saxe: if the world was ending

seori: fairy tale

bruno mars: marry you

the weeknd: earned it, die for you

jung seunghwan: its raining, an ordinary day, dear

sam tinnesz: play with fire

post malone: motley crew

jihyo: stardust love song

kim feel: your voice

sung sikyung: solar system, heejae

younha: stardust

wonpil: a journey

taeyeon: invu, some nights, toddler, drawing our moments

nct dream: boom

ha hyunsang: 3108

huhgak: memory of your scent

se so neon: nan chun, a long dream, midnight train, stranger

umi: remember me

tvxq!: mirotic

johnny balik: honey

red velvet: psycho

new jeans: hype boy

christian kuria: losing you

cigarettes after sex: k. , each time you fall in love, sunsetz, apocalypse

dpr ian: nerves, no blueberries, 1 shot

samm henshaw: broke

woodz: drowning

kelly clarkson: underneath the tree

kimmuseum: to you who cant sleep

taylor swift: betty

lana del rey: young and beautiful

harry styles: watermelon sugar, she

pink sweat$: honesty

masego: tadow

olivia rodrigo: vampire

troye sivan: youth, for him

kai: mmmh

2pm: my house

oasis: wonderwall, hey now

mac miller: that’s on me, everybody

nothing but thieves: amsterdam

bren joy: sweet

back number: i love you

mac ayres: next to you, roses

daniel caesar: blessed, ocho rios, get you (ft. kali uchis), take me away (ft. syd), do you like me?, disillusioned

green day: dilemma

puma blue: already falling

bruno major: nothing, easily, places we won’t walk, the most beautiful thing, old soul

[highflyerwings]

Time for a GOT7 Christmas (to heal my soul and fix me and bring me just a tiny bit of joy again this year).

If anyone else wants to partake, here's a list of all their best Christmassy hits:

Miracle Miracle (studio Christmas version) Take Me to You (studio version) Confession Song Confession Song (2020 version) Last Piece Last Piece (Hommage version) And all the performances from their 6th fanmeeting

[negrowhat]

Music Tag (spoiler it's all kpop)

tagged by @bengiyo

Shuffle your on-repeat playlist and then list the first ten songs!*

*any playlist on any platform will do!

Django by ATEEZ (fuck yes)

Earthquake by NCT 127

Miracle by WAYV

Last Piece by GOT7

Gasoline by Monsta X

Suit Up by Jonghyun

All About U by Yugyeom

One Day At A Time by ATEEZ

Drive Me to the Moon by GOT7

On & On by JUS2

[zbase1]

dance covers i NEED to see zb1 cover

jiwoong - heartbeat by 2pm

zhang hao - stop stop it by got7. edit: miracle by wayv

hanbin - movie star by cix

matthew - my turn by cravity

taerae - lotto by exo

ricky - drunk dazed by enhypen

gyuvin - angel or devil by txt

gunwook - lit by oneus; deja vu by ateez

yujin - boom by nct dream

[yumiyue07]

Bumping into Christmas Magic ✨

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POV: K-idol x reader

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Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

The next day, you threw yourself into your work, splitting your time between the article you were writing with Mariko and your own solo project. The office buzzed with its usual energy, a comforting backdrop as you typed away and sifted through research.

Still, despite your focus, you couldn’t help but steal glances at your email inbox from time to time, holding onto a small, stubborn hope. Each time, the blank notification panel stared back at you, its silence louder than you wanted to admit.

By the end of the day, you had finished your article and leaned back in your chair, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. Tomorrow, you’d review everything with Jeff and fine-tune it before submission.

Mariko chatted with you occasionally throughout the day, her cheerful energy keeping the atmosphere light. But you hadn’t brought up H/N once, even though he was never far from your thoughts.

His absence in your inbox gnawed at you, but you refused to let it show. If he hadn’t reached out, maybe that was his choice. And while the idea stung, you reminded yourself that your worth didn’t hinge on his attention.

You sat up straighter, determination hardening your resolve. Whatever the reason for his silence, you had enough self-esteem to not chase after someone who might not want to be caught.

For now, you decided, work was enough. And so, you powered off your computer and headed home, closing the day on your own terms.

On Thursday, you and Jeff worked through the final changes for your article. Thankfully, the edits were manageable, and you felt confident you’d be ready for submission soon. Afterward, you joined Mariko to continue refining the collaborative piece.

At lunchtime, Mariko broke the steady rhythm of work with a question. “Did you hear anything from H/N? Did he email you? Sorry, I’ve been so deep in my research I forgot to ask. You seemed pretty absorbed yesterday, too.”

You let out a heavy sigh and pushed your food around on your plate. “Nope. Nothing. Nada. Zero.”

Mariko winced. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” you said, trying to shrug it off. “I’m doing my best not to dwell on it. If we’re meant to meet again, it’ll happen. If not, well, that’s life. So, let’s just not talk about him anymore.”

“As you wish.” Mariko nodded but gave you a small smile. “Just one last thing—don’t lose hope, okay?”

You chuckled despite yourself. “I won’t.” Even if you tried to let it go, there was still something magical about the thought of H/N. It felt too special to let despair take over.

Changing the subject, you asked, “By the way, why did your aunt drop by last weekend?”

Mariko rolled her eyes. “Ugh, don’t remind me. My mom got worried because I hadn’t called her as often as usual. So, naturally, she sent my aunt to check on me. And, of course, my aunt decided to stick around for the whole weekend, ‘just to make sure everything was okay.’”

You laughed. “Classic. Just call her regularly, and you won’t have to deal with any surprise visits. We should still go skating together, you know. With you, it’d be fun.”

“You just sound like my mom,” Mariko teased, grinning. “But yeah, let’s make it happen.”

The rest of the afternoon passed in productive focus. As the evening approached, Mariko packed her things to leave. “You sure you don’t want to come with us?” she asked, referring to her plans with her boyfriend, Akira—who insisted on being called Andy.

“Thanks, but I want to dive into this new story I’ve been following. Rain check?”

“Okay, your loss.” Mariko shrugged playfully. “See you tomorrow. Have a good evening, and I’ll say hi to Andy for you.”

“Thanks! Have fun,” you said, waving as she left.

You stayed for another half hour, scrolling through news articles and making notes. But soon, the words on the screen began to blur. You leaned back in your chair, letting your gaze fall on the snow globe sitting on your desk. Your thoughts drifted to the skating rink and H/N.

The memory brought both warmth and longing. Still no email. You tried to brush it off, telling yourself that maybe it just wasn’t meant to be. But the ache lingered.

Deciding you’d had enough for one day, you packed up your things and headed home. Your couch—and maybe a warm drink—were calling your name. At least there, you could unwind and let the day fade into quiet.

The crisp night air nipped at your cheeks as you stepped outside, but you welcomed it. It was refreshing after a long day, and the quiet beckoned you to unwind. Since it wasn’t too late, you decided to take a detour through the park near the skating rink.

The park was dressed for the season, twinkling fairy lights strung along tree branches, casting a soft, magical glow over the paths. It felt like stepping into a scene from a Christmas movie, with the subtle crunch of snow underfoot and the occasional laughter of distant passersby adding to the ambiance.

You wandered aimlessly, soaking in the tranquility, until you spotted an empty bench under a particularly enchanting canopy of lights. You made your way over, sitting down and closing your eyes for a moment.

Breathe. Just be present, you told yourself, letting the tension of the day melt away.

“Good evening.”

The soft voice startled you out of your pause. Your eyes shot open, and your heart stuttered in recognition. There he was—H/N. His handsome face was framed by the warm glow of the lights, his expression a mix of hesitance and something else you couldn’t quite place.

“Good evening, H/N.” You tried to keep your voice steady, though a flutter of nerves bubbled up inside.

“May I sit down?” he asked gently, gesturing to the bench.

You nodded quickly, scooting over to make space. “Sure, please.”

He settled beside you, his presence palpable in the cool night air. For a moment, neither of you spoke. He seemed to be studying you, his eyes searching your face as if trying to piece together your thoughts.

“What are you doing here?” he asked finally, his voice low and soft.

You hesitated but answered honestly. “Just enjoying the scenery. My brain needed a break.”

He nodded, his gaze briefly drifting to the lights. “It’s beautiful here.”

“It is. How about you? What brings you out tonight?”

“I needed to clear my thoughts,” he admitted, pausing as if gathering his words. “About work.”

The mention of work sent a ripple of tension through you. You glanced down at your hands, unsure of where this was going.

“I heard you and your colleague came for an interview,” he began cautiously.

You nodded but kept your eyes lowered, prompting him to continue.

“I rearranged my schedule to make space for it. I really wanted to help you with your article.”

Your head shot up, surprise written all over your face. He had rearranged his schedule?

“But,” he continued, a hint of frustration in his tone, “an urgent matter came up—one that required my immediate attention. I had no choice but to ask M/N to fill in for me. I even told him to extend the interview time, hoping I could join if I wrapped things up quickly.”

You blinked at him, the weight of his words sinking in.

“I... I thought if I hurried, I could still make it,” he said, his voice quieter now. “But when I got to the room, you were already gone.”

Your heart raced, a mix of emotions swirling inside you. He had tried to be there. He had wanted to see you. The thought warmed you, pushing away the insecurities that had clouded your mind since the interview.

He cared.

“Thank you,” you said softly, your voice almost catching. You fought the urge to tear up but couldn’t help the slight tremor in your words. “Thank you for arranging everything and putting so much effort into the interview. Don’t worry about not making it. I understand—your work is important.”

You hesitated, then added with a shy smile, “M/N did a great job. But I’ll admit, I would have preferred talking to you.”

His eyes lit up at your confession, the corners of his mouth lifting into that familiar, warm smile. “Me too, Y/N.”

The way he said your name sent a thrill through you.

“If you need more information, please don’t hesitate to reach out to me directly,” he said. “I promise I’ll make the time. No interruptions this time.”

His words were sincere, his smile tinged with regret and hope.

You smiled back, the lingering sadness in your chest melting away. “I’ll hold you to that promise.”

For a moment, the world around you seemed to fade, leaving just the two of you under the canopy of twinkling lights. It was a small moment, but it felt significant.

He cleared his throat before continuing. “How is the article? Is it slowly taking shape?”

“Yes, Mariko and I wrapped up the interview immediately after returning to the office. Our boss was really pleased. This is going to be a great article, also thanks to your help.”

“I’m glad to hear that. Can’t wait to read the article.”

“You’re going to get a free exemplar signed by me,” you joked.

“What an honor,” he chuckled.

“How has your work been? You mentioned that you need to clear your mind,” you said.

H/N stared at a nearby tree, his expression contemplative. “Well, let’s say complicated. I need to make some important decisions. And I need to think it through before giving my answer.”

“I see. I’m sure you’ll do the right thing, H/N. Take your time.”

He nodded silently, then he turned to you with a soft smile. “How about going for a walk here in the park and getting a hot chocolate? I need some sugar to recharge.”

How could you say no to that sweet smile? “I’m in,” you said.

H/N got you a hot chocolate from a nearby stall, the warm cup heating your hands against the chilly air. “Careful, it’s hot,” he warned as he handed you your drink. The two of you started strolling down the park’s illuminated pathways, fairy lights twinkling above like stars.

You took a small sip, the rich, sweet flavor spreading warmth through you. “Mmm, this is good. Thanks for the treat.”

“My pleasure,” he replied, and the two of you started walking down the park path, the glow of fairy lights lighting the way.

For a while, you walked in companionable silence, the soft crunch of snow underfoot and the distant hum of the skating rink filling the air.

“So,” he began, glancing sideways at you, “what made you want to become a journalist?”

You thought for a moment, swirling your drink. “I’ve always been curious about people and their stories. I guess I wanted to be someone who connects the dots, who gives voices to those who need to be heard.”

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. “That’s admirable. And from what I’ve seen, you’re really good at it. You have a way of putting people at ease.”

“Thank you,” you said, feeling a blush creep into your cheeks. “What about you? Did you always want to be a CEO?”

He chuckled softly. “Not exactly. When I was younger, I wanted to be an architect. I loved designing things, creating something out of nothing. But…” He paused, his gaze drifting upward toward the twinkling lights. “Life had other plans. The family business needed someone to step in, so I did.”

“Do you regret it?” you asked, your voice soft.

“No, not really. It’s challenging, but I’ve learned to find joy in what I do. I get to shape the company and make a difference for the people who work there.”

“That’s a great way to look at it,” you said, impressed by his perspective.

As you continued walking, the skating rink came into view, its bright lights and cheerful energy drawing your attention. Children and adults alike glided over the ice, their laughter filling the night.

H/N followed your gaze. “So… how are your skating legs after the other night?”

You laughed, recalling your previous outing. “Still intact, but I think I left some of my dignity on the ice.”

He chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “I thought you did pretty well, considering the wipeout count was only… what, three?”

“Excuse me, it was two, thank you very much,” you corrected, playfully narrowing your eyes. “And don’t forget—you slipped too.”

“Once,” he countered with a grin.

“Once is still enough!” you shot back, and the two of you shared a laugh, the air between you feeling lighter than ever.

As you continued walking, the skating rink faded into the distance, replaced by the quieter charm of the park’s frozen pond. H/N slowed his pace, his expression turning thoughtful as he glanced at you.

“There’s something special happening this week,” he said, his tone casual yet hopeful. “The Christmas tree lighting ceremony in the city square. It’s on Saturday night. I’ll be there… Maybe you’ll be there too?”

Your heart fluttered at his words. This wasn’t just an invitation—it was a deliberate effort to see you again. You couldn’t stop the smile that spread across your face, and you nodded softly. “I’d like that,” your cheeks blushing.

His own smile widened, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world disappeared, leaving just the two of you in the soft glow of the lights.

To be continued...

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[married-2-the-music]

Got7 Deep Dive #2/3: A Miracle For The Industry

Here are my credentials (again): While I don’t know much about Got7’s music, I do know a decent amount about them as people. I first heard about them when I watched Jinyoung’s fantastic performance in The Devil Judge (one of my all-time favorite k-dramas), and then started to learn more about them. I’ve also seen interviews of Jackson and BamBam, and grew to like them too. But I’m doing this deep dive because I wanted to see if their music could become a favorite of mine too. So let’s get started!

[cairmyart]

watched some got7 videos today and felt like i was hanging with my best friends after months or years of not seeing each other and it makes me so happy just seeing them together having fun tbh

[xolilith]

cara eu adorava tanto essa música mds got 7 pra sempre no meu coração