#now kim minsung

[didisayso]

Minho : eating my pudding right now because the world did not end when I couldn't find it earlier.

[starlostseungmin]

[five-star-stay]

AAAAH SO

Lee know's vocal coach voicetuning (same coach as vocalracha!!!!) posted his autograph with the caption:

"ssaem~ could i go with my dongsaeng during lessons? leeknow's dongsaeng hannie~ ㅎㅎ"

Like the coach is teasing the way lee know asked for permission for han to tag along with him to lessons omfg, it's so cute😭💞

And from the messages they left with the autographs, maybe han will also start training with the same coach!

[kiestrokes]

Since you brought up the Eyes on Fire duo, what do you imagine with this song?

alright this has been chilling in my drafts for a long while. gonna just dump it all out into one chunky, unedited and grammar-ed paragraph for you luce 😘 happiest halloween my spooky buddy 🧛🏽

This gives me post baseball scene vibes. But for our duo I’m thinking meeting with pack daddy...and he finds out about Minho which causes a fight. It's storming and Minho drives by a drenched Hanji who is angrily walking into town to see his human besite, Jeongin. Minho tucks him into the car, wraps him in a spare sleeping bag he has in the back. Jisung is eerily quiet, in a way that makes Minho upset. Not with Han, but for Han. Minho tells him he has to drop something off at his house and then he can take him to Jeongin's. The rain slackens the closer they get to vampire's house. When they pull up at the gothic queen anne there is an equally broody vampire waiting. Raven haired Hwang Hyunjin perches in front of his painting on the porch. Hyunjin rolls his eyes at the sight of Minho with Jisung in the passenger seat. Minho squeezes his knee, "stay in the car pup." Jisung nods, burrowing further into the nylon of the sleeping bag. Minho retrieves a small handheld cooler from behind Han's seat. He gives the werewolf a tight smile before exiting the vehicle. A bright white blonde that Han has seen occasionally on campus bursts out the screened door, greeting Minho with a dazzling smile as he ascends the stairs to their home. Minho passes the elvish looking vampire the cooler and their eyes flick to Jisung. Han startles when the Lee Felix shoots him a brilliant smile and waves eagerly. Minho is quick to jerk the younger man's hand down. Whispering something to him as another stockier man joins Hyunjin on the porch. They tussle a little bit, Hyunjin slaps the other guy across the face with a peach toned paint, causing him to toss his head in Jisung's direction and Han realizes it's the college soccer star, Changbin. "Figures the elitists are all vampires." Jisung mumbles to himself, realizing he's outnumbered by vamps at school. Only himself, Seungmin and Chan attend college on campus verses online like the majority of the pack. "Did you call us the elitists?" Minho chuckles, slipping back behind the wheel. "Uh...yea. I didn't come up with the name. That's just what everyone else on campus calls you." Jisung mumbles quickly, staring at the zipper to the bag before chancing a peek at Minho. Who is staring at him with warm eyes. "Feel better pup?" Glacial fingertips reaching out to stroke Jisung's scalding cheek. "Hmm, you're a little warmer than normal." Han shrugs him off, all too aware that they have an audience. "I will be once I get to Jeongin's." Minho huffs a laugh but doesn't protest, he simply buckles himself back up and reverses out of the driveway. Han tries not to think too hard about Minho's hand on the back of his headrest. He's in enough trouble with his dad already, his feelings for the bloodsucker need to be smothered. Even if Jisung's brain wishes it were his lips smothering the frosty lips of Minho, instead of his growing feelings.

[kkami-writes]

until the very end.

pairing. kim seungmin x gn!reader synopsis. At the end of the world, there’s truly no other group you’d rather be with than your friends. But as they drop dead, one by one, you can feel the threads of your sanity continue to snap and it’s only a matter of time before you actually go insane. Thankfully, Seungmin continues to be by your side until the very end of time. tags. zombie!au, apocalypse!au, ANGST, all hurt maybe a little bit of comfort

CW/TW. lots and LOTS of major character death, blood, gore, violence, guns, suicidal thoughts, suicide, vomit, murder, no explicit smut but implied/mentioned sex, dissociative moments, minsung + changlix if you squint, could be a "happy" ending, it really depends on how you see it tbh, kinda? graphic. please be warned ♡ word count. 8k wanna support me? buy me a ko-fi!

It’s uncertain whether you’d consider yourself lucky that you had been tucked in bed, comfy and deep asleep, when shit had hit the fan. That was the last time you had the luxury to be asleep long enough to even have a dream. You don’t even remember what you had dreamed about as you dragged yourself out of bed, yawning and wiping away the drowsiness from your eyes.

In fact, you were certain you were still dreaming when you stumbled upon the gruesome sight in your kitchen. There was blood splattered against the once pristine white marble and your mother was hovering over what had once been your father, surrounded by a pool of what you assumed was his own blood. She was too busy devouring his guts to even notice you standing there, obscene slurping noises echoing in your ears.

The stench hits you like a truck and you’re suddenly losing whatever is even in your stomach after having just woken up, acid burning at your throat. The movement is enough to disturb your mother (can you really call her that anymore?) as she turns to you with a deep, inhuman growl, face covered in the blood of your father with bits of him still clinging to her mouth. You fall over backwards as she lunges at you, fight or flight instincts kicking in. You shove your foot against her chest as hard as you can, trying to push her away from you.

Frantically, you look around trying to find anything to use as a weapon, desperation starting to sink in. You grab onto the nearby lamp, holding onto it like a bat. It’s the only thing you had as you swing, smashing it into your mothers head and the crack that follows is sickening. The bulb shatters but you don’t stop, continuing to use the unconventional weapon until you’re certain the monster is dead. It’s like you black out for a few moments and by the time you’re back in your body, your mother is unmoving, head caved in. Your breath is heavy, panting and on the verge of hyperventilating. But you can’t focus on that right now.

You’re reminded by the zombie movies you used to watch with your friends as you force your body towards the kitchen to grab a knife. With a swing, you lodge it straight into it’s head. You won’t make the mistake of having it come back to life and catching you off guard.

A numbness takes over your body, brain going into autopilot as you finally notice the constant vibration of your phone in your pocket. The boys have been blowing up your notifications, hundreds of unread messages in your group chat, several individual messages and a couple of voice mails. You can only register that they were going to meet up at Bangchan’s house as he mentioned his father collected guns, a good place for them to start.

With your limbs feeling like lead, you begin packing a small backpack filled with essentials and a few pairs of clothes. Your body moves on its own as if trying to remind you that you have to keep going, that your friends are probably still alive and waiting for you. It’s the only semblance of hope you have and the only thing stopping you from just ending it right now.

You’re thankful Bangchan doesn’t live too far from your house, just a few blocks away. The neighborhood seems empty, a stark contrast to the usually lively streets. Silence rings in your ears, white noise filling the blank spaces in your mind. When you reach his house there are cars haphazardly parked in front.

You come through the door, feeling like a zombie yourself and honestly you might look like one too with the large splatter of your mothers blood splayed across the front of your white shirt. You might have forgotten to change in your haze of trying to get out of your house as fast as possible. This doesn’t stop Jeongin from throwing himself into your embrace once he finally sees you. He’s in tears, clutching onto you tightly, body trembling against you. Your own arms come to wrap around him, the emotional dam you had been holding onto finally breaks, the two of you falling to the ground sobbing. You’re surprised you had held on for as long as you did.

The other boys didn’t disturb you, letting the two of you to have a moment to bask in each other's presence, knowing the other was safe. Your relationship with Jeongin was strictly platonic. The boy meant the world to you, he was like your precious little brother and he had looked up to you as a bigger sibling. Now that the world had gone to all hell, you knew the two of you would end up being heavily reliant on each other.

You’re unsure how long the two of you just stayed in a heap on the floor but it’s Seungmin’s hand on your back that brings you back to the grim reality you were able to forget about for just a second. He’s looking down at you fondly but theres still a sense of sadness deep in his irises. “Come on you two, Bangchan is calling a group meeting,” He helps pull you up to your feet, giving you a quick squeeze in his arms. A silent message that he’s glad you’re safe.

Eight people gathered into the family room, half of them on the floor while the rest of them tried to squish in on the couch together. You take the seat next to Seungmin, letting your head rest on Jeongin’s shoulder.

When Bangchan walks into the room, he places a few guns and boxes of ammo onto the table. It makes a few of the boys turn pale just looking at the weapons.

“So. For now, I think it’s best if we stay here. There’s enough food to last us at least a couple of days and then you guys can move on. I’d suggest somewhere close to a convenient or grocery store. Best not to stay in one though in case other people show up,” He makes a lot of sense, being on the move was probably the best bet, but with your decently large group of friends it would be a disaster. It would be in your best interest if you guys stayed in one place until you ran out of resources. Only then should you move.

“Wait. You said ‘you guys can move’ and not ‘we’ can move. Was that on purpose?” Minho, the ever observant one had mentioned, giving Bangchan his usual blank stare. You had barely even noticed the slight change in wording.

“It was. I can’t go with you guys,”

“What? Why not??” At this all the guys were suddenly talking over each other, a frequent occurrence but one that was certainly not helpful at this moment. Bangchan, being the eldest, had always been someone everyone looked up to, someone they had gone to for guidance. He had been like a pseudo leader of the group, without him you’d worry everything would fall apart.

Bangchan lets out a sigh before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to show off the clear bite mark in his forearm, complete with teeth indentations and blood still dripping from the wound. The veins surrounding the bite were starting to turn black, slowly inching up his arm.

A few of them gasp while the others are deadly silent, the implication of what should happen next is not lost to anyone.

“What…What do we do?” Jisung questions, his voice is shaky and you can tell he’s on the verge of a panic attack. Honestly, you’re not far behind.

“Like I said, stay here for a few days until the food runs out. Then you move,”

“What are we supposed to do without you?” Hyunjin stresses the last word. Bangchan just let’s out another sigh.

“You’ll be fine. Eventually you guys were gonna have to stop leaning on me. That time has just come up a lot sooner than we thought,”

Another silence overtakes the group, no one saying a word. A few of them were already crying, knowing the fate that awaits Bangchan.

“I want to ask for one last thing though. I….don’t think I can do it myself. Please, I need one of you to do it,” His strong voice breaks for the first time. It’s what clues you in that he’s scared, something he doesn’t want to show to the others. Especially now.

Jisung and Felix shake their heads vehemently. The others shout ‘No’ and ‘No way’. The noise all blends together in your ears, everyone saying they wouldn’t do it, that they couldn’t do it.

So it surprises you when you stand up. Jeongin tries to pull on your arm to get you to sit back down. You don’t budge.

“I’ll do it,”

Suddenly everyone’s eyes are on you, some of them blatantly gaping at your declaration. Even Bangchan seems surprised that you had volunteered but he knows that if no one else would do it, he could put his trust in you.

“Are you sure?” He still asks. He needs you to be absolutely sure that you know what you’re agreeing to. Bangchan searches your eyes for any hesitance but doesn’t find any.

“If no one else will, I'll do it,” You nod your head determinedly and Bangchan relents. It might be fucked up, but you figured if you could kill your own mother, maybe you could kill one of your closest friends.

Everyone takes a moment to say goodbye, there’s not a dry eye in the room except for you. You do your best to stay strong, especially for the others but you can feel yourself slipping, eyes burning with unshed tears. When Bangchan starts vomiting up something black, eyes bloodshot and his pupils starting to fog over, you know it’s time. The two of you move to the backyard, no one else following. Just hearing the gun shot from the house would be enough to haunt their dreams.

You pick up a gun before following him, checking to see if the safety was off. While you had never handled a gun before, you’re basing things off of movies and TV shows you had watched. You’d definitely have to learn how to use one fast.

As you face Bangchan in the backyard, that’s when you finally start to cry. Throwing yourself into the older’s embrace. He clings to you tightly and you realize that this was the last time he’d ever give you a hug. One of his warm comforting hugs that used to make you feel safe. This one however, does nothing to calm the tidal wave of nerves running through you. When you pull away he can see your hands trembling, the weight of what you were about to do weighs heavily against your chest. It feels hard to breathe.

Bangchan leans down, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You guys will be fine. I know you will,”

He closes his eyes, looking rather peaceful as you bring the gun to his forehead. You hesitate for a second, suddenly having second thoughts but you push them down. Bangchan had trusted you to do this and if it was the last thing you could do for him, you would. You squeeze your eyes shut, gritting your teeth as you force yourself to pull the trigger. The gunshot echoes in your ears as you hear his body hit the ground with a thump. You quickly turn away, unable to see the dead body of your friend.

Seungmin is there when you come back into the house, his eyes are dry but the tear stains on his cheeks give him away. Neither of you have to say anything before he scoops you up in an embrace. You’re still shaking softly, barely keeping a grip on your slipping sanity. Right now, Seungmin is the only thing keeping you grounded.

That night you and Jeongin curl up tightly together in bed. He never lets go of the fist full of your shirt, even as he falls asleep, scared that you might disappear on him as well.

There’s something else you realize that night while you lie awake, the unspoken implications of you being the one to kill your friend. You had suddenly become the leader of your ragtag group in the absence of Bangchan

It’s the middle of the night, only a few days since you had laid Bangchan to rest in the backyard of his childhood home. Sleep had been eluding you of late, dark circles finding a permanent residence under your eyes. The cup of tea you had made remains untouched on the table, probably cold now as you stare into the black space of the kitchen. A figure slips into the chair next to you and you don’t have to look up to know that it’s Seungmin.

While maybe not as close as you were with Jeongin, you and Seungmin still had a rather special bond. The two of you were similar, bad with words and feelings. Because of that the two of you could practically communicate with each other without having to say anything. You would seek comfort in each other when it was hard to do with anyone else.

He slips his hand in yours, fingers intertwining before giving you a soft squeeze. A silent way to reassure you that he was there for you.

Seungmin’s hands are large against yours. He’s warm and he feels like coming home when it feels like you’ve all but lost your way. It’s moments like these when you’re reminded just why you had fallen for the boy in the first place. Reluctantly you get up to leave, needing to get any rest that you can.

You found that sleep came easier after these late night meetings with Seungmin.

A month passes by quick and slowly, things get better. Every day is a step in the right direction and everyone settles into a routine that works. Though nothing explicitly has been said since that fateful day, it was obvious that the boys now looked to you for any guidance. You try your best to be a good leader and surprisingly you fall into the role easily, but you couldn’t deny that it was incredibly stressful. You felt much more respect for the older for having to deal with everyone for years.

You guys had continued to move, following Bangchan’s last advice, only staying in one place until all the food and supplies in the local area had been exhausted. Currently, you were on a supply run with Felix and Changbin, the rest of the boys back at the house going over your inventory. The three of you had stocked up on food and medical supplies, mostly medications with everyone constantly feeling sick with the amount of stress they were constantly under.

Somehow in the thirty minutes you had spent collecting supplies a horde had managed to form outside the store. They moved slow, effectively blocking your way out. Changbin let out a groan to which Felix hit the older in order to shush him. The male still managed to be loud even in the most dire of situations, but he was the best for these runs. He could carry the most with his muscles and with him wielding a bat with nails, it wasn’t hard for him to cave a couple zombies brains in.

You try to form a plan to get out relatively unscathed. There were too many to take out and using a gun was out of the question. The only way out of the horde, was to walk through them.

“Sorry lix, I think we’re gonna have to do the thing,”

Felix makes a face but reluctantly agrees. You don’t know how long the horde is going to linger and it’s best if you’re home before night falls, lest any of the boys go stir crazy that you haven’t returned.

You drag one of the dead bodies over to the other two, using a pocket knife to slit the belly of the corpse. It’s guts spill out and pool onto the floor and Felix can’t help the gag deep in his throat, the poor boy had never quite gotten used to the putrid smell of the dead. You pull the freckled boy down, moving to cover his face with what you guys had started calling zombie goo. Not exactly the most creative name, but the only thing your combined one brain cell could think of.

The smell had kept the zombies away, registering you as one of them. It was your least favorite thing to do, but it worked and it was your best bet right now.

You turn to do the same thing to Changbin while Felix continues to rub the remnants of the zombie all over his shirt and jeans. Your clothes would be ruined but it was worth it if you could get through the horde unscathed. Felix does your face for you, his tiny fingers decorating your cheeks with an unidentified fluid that you were completely fine never knowing.

The three of you make your way slowly through the horde, deadly silent in fear that the dead amongst you will figure out you’re not one of them. It’s nerve wracking, to be so close to the things that can kill you in one bite, turning you into one of them. You’re reminded of your vivid nightmares, ones where you turn into a zombie and end up eating your friends. You’d wake up with the taste of blood on your tongue but it was your own, having bitten your lip too hard in your sleep.

Pushing away those horrid nightmares from your brain, you instead think about who you’re going home to. Jeongin and Seungmin, the rest of the boys who are waiting for you to return. It’s the only thing that keeps you going, so you push forward no matter how hard it feels.

A scream pulls you out of your thoughts completely and your whole body goes cold. It terrifies you to even look behind you because you know that scream. There’s pure terror in their deep voice. You turn to see that Felix has been tripped by a stray zombie on the ground, its bony fingers wrapped around his ankle as it pulls the boy down onto the concrete with a loud slam. Felix is pulling desperately in an attempt to yank his foot out of the zombie’s grip but it’s too late, teeth sinking into his leg. Felix lets out another deafening scream. This time the horde stops and turns towards the blonde, now making their way to where they can smell fresh blood.

“No! No!” Felix cries become more desperate, calling out to you and Changbin. “Help! Help! Oh god. . .Fuck! No! Please!” Changbin is frozen next to you and soon you can no longer even see Felix, the zombies crowding around their new victim. The squelch of blood and flesh being torn echoes in your ears. You know you’ll hear it in your nightmares.

Felix doesn’t stop screaming, even as you can hear him starting to struggle with his words, choking on his own blood. He all but begs and pleads for his life, desperate words that mean nothing to the zombies that eat away at his body. You have to look away or at least do something to help. But you can’t. You’re paralyzed in your spot watching in horror as you listen to your friend die. Felix. Yongbok. The sunshine boy, who with a smile on his face told everyone everyday without fail that they were all still alive. That we were surviving. That things will be okay as long as we’re together.

And now he was dead.

Changbin takes one step forward and you wrap your hand around his wrist, trying to pull him back.

“Bin…He’s dead,” The words feel hard to get out, they still don’t feel real. Changbin only shakes his head at you, trying to wiggle out of your grip. “Changbin! It’s too late!” You beg the boy, tears starting to run down your cheeks. He yanks his arm out of your grasp before pushing his backpack into your hands. “What are you doing?” You want to scream at him, yell at him but your voice only comes out broken and cracked.

“I can’t. I won’t…I’m sorry. I won’t let him die alone,” It’s Changbin’s last words to you as you watch him willingly get swallowed by the horde.

The only thing you can do is watch in disbelief. And you hate it. How many times were you going to have to just stand there and watch your friends die? Helpless to be able to do anything. It was Changbin’s choice but you had let him do it, you had let him basically kill himself.

It takes everything in you to finally turn around and begin the trek back to the safe house. Your feet feel heavy as you drag yourself away from your two friends.

Changbin pushes his way through the zombies as they try to grab at him but he doesn’t even care, he just knows he has to get to Felix. Before he’s gone. When he finally reaches Felix he has to fight the urge to look away. His pretty blonde hair is matted with blood and his legs are completely torn into.

Somehow Felix is still alive, but just barely, as if holding on so he could see Changbin just one last time. His skin is pale, eyes completely unfocused and turning white in the zombification process. Changbin barely recognizes that the zombies are tearing into his back. He doesn’t care, not even screaming at the searing pain as he reaches out for Felix’s hand, grasping onto it tight. Felix is ice cold, fingers twitching one last time before going completely limp in Changbin’s hand.

Changbin sobs, watching the light disappear from Felix’s eyes. “…I’m here, yongbokkie. I’m here,”

Seungmin is the one who greets you when you walk through the door. It reminds you of the first day of the apocalypse, when you had made it to Bangchan’s house feeling less alive than usual.

“Jeez, you stink. Did you have to do the thing?” He questions teasingly but subtly looks you over for any injuries. At your silence the boy looks up to see red rimmed eyes and tear stained cheeks. Seungmin calls out your name but you can barely hear him, Felix’s screams are still ringing in your ear. It isn’t until you feel his warm hands against your cheeks that you finally look at him, a concerned look swimming in his eyes.

“What happened?” That’s all it takes for you to break down, throwing yourself at the boy. Seungmin catches you and lowers you gently to the floor as you lean into his chest, sobbing. You shake your head vehemently, trying to deny the truth that you had seen with your eyes. Seungmin isn’t sure what to do, hands stroking softly at your back. Your loud cries alert everyone else and it doesn’t take long before they all come bounding into the entryway.

“…where’s Changbin and Felix?” The words are stuck in your throat, guilt weighing heavily against your chest, suffocating you.

It’s rather obvious of what has occurred. You coming home hysterical and without the other two, it’s not that hard to come to conclusions. Slowly the boys dissipate to grieve and process the news on their own but Seungmin doesn’t leave your side, even for a second. He lets you ruin the shirt he’s wearing with your wet tears and snot. Eventually Jeongin takes his spot and if possible you cling even harder to the younger boy.

You babble on about how it’s all your fault, how you should have at least tried to convince Changbin to not go. How maybe if you were in the back instead of the front, Felix would still be alive. Jeongin just holds you a little more tighter.

The rest of the night is a blur, vaguely remembering someone feeding you in order to get some semblance of food down your throat and the worlds hottest shower, all but burning your skin as some sort of punishment to yourself.

You’re tucked up in bed with Jeongin, a common occurrence as the two of you seek comfort in one another most nights. Usually it’s you who is doing the reassuring, petting Jeongin’s head and spewing empty promises that everything would be fine. Both of you knew it was lies but the words did their purpose.

Jeongin runs his fingers through your hair, helping to lull you to sleep. With heavy eyelids you give the boy one more glance before letting them fall shut. Exhaustion hits you all at once, both physically and mentally tired.

“Jeongin?” He hums. “You’ll never leave me right?” Your words are slightly slurred with sleep before you succumb to the temporary bliss of being unconscious. He glances over at you with sad eyes, running his thumb over your cheeks. They’re starting to sink in, the lack of a proper diet was starting to show - even on Jisung who has always had full cheeks.

A sigh falls from his lips before he leans in to presses a shaky kiss to your forehead. Jeongin doesn’t think he can keep this promise. No. He knows.

“I’m so sorry,”

You wake up to the sound of a gun shot.

It rattles you awake, heart threatening to rip right out of your chest. Your body moves on it’s own as you follow the noise down to the living room, pulse ringing in your ears and anxiety seeping into your veins. The loud sound of your footsteps against the stairs alert the boys who are already gathered around.

“Shit, get them away from here!” Hyunjin hisses and Minho is quick to try to push you back up the stairs. It only further annoys you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Bro, what the fuck? What’s going on?” You growl, annoyed with the sudden secrecy from your friends. Sleep muddles your brain, swatting at Minho for him to get out of your way. You can see Seungmin on the couch, face buried in his hands. His shoulder shake and you can vaguely hear his quiet sobs. “Seriously, what is-“

Then you see the body and you’re pretty sure you can feel your heart physically breaking. Your knees buckle underneath you, sending you crashing to the ground.

Jeongin is laid across the ground, blood splattered across the carpet and a gun in his hand.

With shaky hands you reach out towards the boy, your fingers pressing to his pulse point. It’s useless, he’s dead but your brain refuses to believe it. Your hands move to cup his cheeks and the way his head lulls backwards in your hands makes you sick. Jeongin has already gone cold and all you wanna do is bundle him up in a blanket until he’s warm again. You pull his head to your chest. Blood continues to spill from the hole in his head but you don’t care, nor do you care that you’re getting his blood all over your clothes.

The boys are looking away from you, dealing with their own pain as you rock the lifeless body in your arms. Small broken whimpers fall from your lips and silent tears run down your cheeks. You want to all but scream, yell at the world for taking Jeongin away from you but your throat is too raw. It feels like you’ve sat here for hours just crying and clutching the boy to you, your eyes have long gone dry, completely bloodshot.

Something in you snaps, perhaps your sanity, as you drop Jeongin to the ground. The sound alerts the boys to your actions, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. When you make a lunge for the gun, various voices are screaming at you, all of them throwing themselves at you. Minho kicks the gun out of your hand as Hyunjin and Jisung push you to the ground. They don’t mean to be so rough with you but you’re clearly not in the right headspace, if they have to rough you up a little to get you to think straight, they’ll do it.

You fight against them, screaming and sobbing while trying to push Jisung off of you and grabbing at Hyunjin’s hair, the latter hissing at you. The three of you are all but wrestling on the floor, swearing at the two boys who are trying to subdue you. Your own voice rings in your ears, yet somehow you manage to hear Seungmin’s quiet call of your name.

His effect on you is immediate, stopping the attack against your friends before glancing up at the boy who has come closer to you. His voice is surprisingly even, nothing giving away to the turmoil in his heart. Jisung and Hyunjin pull away from you when they notice that you seem to have calmed down for now, watching the other boy intensely.

Seungmin replaces them as he comes to kneel in front of you, bringing his large hands to cup at your smaller face.

“Please…” Seungmin begs, his voice finally breaking “Don’t. You- You can’t leave me too, okay? I need you,” It’s the way he emphasizes the word need that has your attention.

The other three can see that the two of you need a moment, they move to lift Jeongin’s body and carries him out to the back to be properly buried. Minho doesn’t forget to take the gun with him, lest you decide to try again to follow your best friend.

You sniffle pathetically as you glance into Seungmin’s pretty eyes, which are practically baring his soul to you. You have to look away from his gaze, head shaking softly and hands coming to grab at his shirt.

“Why?” Your voice is croaks, hoarse from screaming. “Why? Why? Why?” You repeat over and over again, almost like a mantra. It’s the only thing in your head. Why would anyone ever need you? Especially someone like Seungmin.

“Because I love you,”

He says it so simply and your head snaps up so fast that Seungmin worries that you might have given yourself whiplash. Your eyes search his, trying to find any trace of a lie but you know that you won’t find one. Seungmin has never lied to you. He can see the small sparkle in your eyes, the sliver of hope you carry.

“You know that right? That I love you?” He murmurs as he comes impossibly closer, noses touching and you can feel his warm breath against your chapped lips.

You let out a shaky exhale. “You…You do?” Your voice is no higher than a whisper, as if you spoke it louder it wouldn’t be true. He lets out a soft huff of laughter. You had always adored his laugh, especially the evil laugh he would let out when he was being a menace. It was one of your favorite things about him. The other being his smile, even when he had braces. He had found them dorky and ugly, but you just thought he had looked just as handsome with the metal.

Seungmin tucks some hair behind your ears, looking down at you fondly. “I do. So much,” He leans in just an inch so he can finally press his lips to yours. It’s just a quick peck, both of your lips are far to dry to have an enjoyable kiss at the moment, but he couldn’t hold back anymore.

When he pulls back he notices that you’ve shed a few more tears and he can only hope that they’re happy ones, even with your current situation. He wipes them away with his thumb.

“Minnie,” He hums in response. “Promise me. Promise me right now that you will never leave my side,” Your tone has an edge of desperation to it. Even if it’s impossible you need to hear him say it. Even if he has to lie to you for the first time.

Seungmin leans in to press a kiss to your forehead before keeping them pressed together. “I promise. It’s you and me. Until the very end,”

After spending a few more moments together the two of you finally make your way towards the backyard. Jeongin looks peaceful inside the hole Minho had dug for him, hands held together with some flowers you assume Hyunjin had picked for him. It’s the only consolation you have - Jeongin is no longer in pain, he’s in a much better place now. He’s with his hyungs.

They would take care of him now.

You have to look away as they begin to fill the hole with dirt, burying your face into Seungmin’s chest. You can’t bear to watch, the finalization that your best friend is not coming back.

Jeongin is gone.

And he took half of your heart and the broken strings of your sanity with him.

When you walk into the kitchen the next morning, clad in only Seungmin’s shirt, both Jisung and Hyunjin give you identical smirks behind their cup of coffee. You roll your eyes at dumb and dumber, flipping them off as you grab your own serving of caffeine. Your reaction only spurs them on as they giggle manically.

“God you two are annoying,”

“Yeah and you’re loud,” Hyunjin snickers and Jisung has the audacity to laugh. Your cheeks turn red as you clear your throat, trying to look like their words had no effect on you.

“You’re one to talk Jisung, pretty sure you woke up everyone that one night,” You quip back and the boy practically chokes on his drink. Hyunjin wacks him on the back, now giggling at the expense of the other.

“The point is. We’re happy for you. It’s about damn time. Can’t believe it took the literal end of the world though,”

“Yeah, I thought I was gonna die with all this mutual pinning and constant heart eyes,”

You roll your eyes again at their antics but your smile gives away just how fond of them you are and even if they’re annoying you’re happy to know that they’re happy for you. Except for when Seungmin waddles into the kitchen half asleep and no shirt on, coming over to you to lean his whole body weight on you. Your cheeks flare up once again and it makes the two boys holler at your reaction. Both you and Seungmin flip them off.

“Ugh, actually I take it back. This is a bad idea, you two are basically the same,”

Seungmin lets out a soft laugh before pressing a kiss to your temple, finally moving off you to make a cup of coffee. You simply observe him, watching as he swipes at Jisung for probably saying something stupid and Hyunjin’s high pitched laugh echoes in the room. A smile graces your lips.

It’s for just a moment that you think that everything is going to be ok.

Of course, the world loves proving you wrong.

A week goes by without any bumps, things falling back into place slowly after Jeongin’s death. Seungmin can’t quite explain it but something still feels wrong, this nagging feeling in the back of his brain. On more than one occasion he’d find you in the bedroom you two shared now, sitting on the edge and just staring at the wall, eyes glassed over. It was like you were a million miles away. You couldn’t even hear him when he’d call out your name several times until he has to shake you back into your body.

Every single time you’d tell him you were ok, just tired but Seungmin didn’t believe you. If he’s honest, he’s scared. He can’t help but feel like he’s losing you even when you’re right in front of him. Something dark is trying to take you away from him, but he’ll be damned if he lets that happen.

Things get worse though.

Tensions have been running high. You easily snap at the smallest things, the slightest inconvenience sends you reeling. Seungmin is the only one who can calm you down, the boys practically avoiding you when you’re about to blow. On days like this he feels like his grip on you slips even more.

Not only that but Jisung and Hyunjin have been at each others throats nonstop. It reminds you of freshman year of high school, when the two boys could not get along, constantly bickering and fighting. It had nearly torn your friend group apart.

So you’re not surprised to come back home from a quick supply run with Seungmin to a yelling match between the two of them. Dumb insults are being thrown around and you are sure that there is an even dumber reason as to why they were fighting.

Minho is off to the side, fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose and his eyes squeezed shut. You can tell the older is so done with the two of them, having probably already tried to stop them but had all but given up.

The two are in each others faces, guns waving around in an unsafe manner as they practically spit in each others faces.

“What the fuck is going on,” You cut them off, your voice piercing. You want to make it clear that you are not in the mood to deal with this.

“Fuck you Han Jisung,” They ignore you, continuing their fight as if you had never even entered the room.

“You’d like to wouldn’t you? Is that why you’re always trying to pick a fight? This isn’t how you get someone in bed with you Hwang Hyunjin,”

Hyunjin’s nostrils flare as he pushes Jisung back harshly. You’re starting to get real annoyed at their childish fight. They were being so loud you wouldn’t be surprised if zombies started showing up at their ruckus. You’re about to tell them to cut it out before a gunshot rings out, startling everyone in the room. You flinch and instinctively duck at the sound. Seungmin quickly throws himself over to you, hugging your frame to his body in order to shield you.

But when you look up it’s not you who has been shot. Hyunjin is still standing somehow, a hand pressing to his neck but it does nothing to stop his blood from spurting from the wound. His eyes are blown wide in shock, staring at Jisung in disbelief. The latter has already dropped the gun, having gone white as a sheet, his hands trembling.

Hyunjin seems to be trying to say something but the only thing coming out is gurgles and broken words, but you’re pretty sure everyone can hear the strained ‘Jisung’ that slips from his blood stained lips. It doesn’t take long before his strength leaves his body, falling to the ground, dead.

The room is deadly silent in the aftermath. No one moves a single inch.

“I’m- oh my god. Fuck I. I thought the safety was on. I didn’t. I didn’t think. I- Oh my god,” Jisung beings to ramble, his voice wavering in disbelief at what has just happened. He’s on the verge of a panic attack or a mental break down. Minho attempts to reach out to him to try and comfort him but Jisung simply slaps his hand away, scared that he might kill the older on accident too.

You make your way over to Jisung, no emotion showing on your face, nothing to give away what exactly is going on in your mind. In fact, there’s only one thing on your mind when you pull the gun out from your holster, pushing it into Jisung’s temple.

His eyes go wide, shaking his head as he pleads for his life. “Wait. No. You can’t be s-serious! It was an accident! I didn’t. I did-“ You don’t have time to hear his excuses. Your friend is dead on the floor over some arbitrary argument. In your jumbled mind, this is the only thing that makes sense.

You pull the trigger.

Jisung flops dead next to Hyunjin and the next thing your brain registers is Minho slapping the gun out of your hand. It feels oddly like deja vu and you’re brought back to the vivid memories of Jeongin’s death. Minho’s fingers are curled into the collar of your shirt, rage overtaking his features.

“WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU,” He shakes you rather violently in his grasp. You still haven’t shown a single emotion on your face.

“Hm? What do you mean? Jisung killed Hyunjin, so therefore we should put Jisung down. Isn’t that only fair?”

“Fair? Do you fucking hear yourself? You just killed Jisung for no reason!”

“And didn’t Jisung just kill Hyunjin for no reason?”

“So what? We just go around killing friends if they make a mistake?”

“A mistake that cost another one of our friends lives,”

“So what you’re saying is that we should have put a bullet in your brain the moment you didn’t come back home with Felix and Changbin?” Your eyes narrow dangerously, snarling at the male in front of you.

“How was that my fucking fault? Felix was tripped by a zombie and Changbin went back after him. That was HIS choice. You can’t blame me for that” Minho looks like he’s seconds from strangling you. So you make it worse, something you were good at. “what are you so fucking mad for? Upset you can’t get your dick wet anymore?”

Minho slaps you straight across the face. You know you deserve it.

“Fuck you, you crazy fucking bitch,” Minho spits in your face before pushing you back, stomping away.

Even though he had hit you with as much strength as he could, you can barely feel where he had struck you. Your body is all too numb to register anything.

Seungmin has been eerily quiet this whole time, not saying anything until he comes over to you, wrapping his arms around your middle to pull you flush to his chest. Your head falls back onto his shoulder, staring at the white ceiling.

“Do you think I’m crazy Min?” Your voice is quiet, a distinct tiredness laced under your words.

“You did what you had to do love,” He mutters, pressing a kiss to your temple.

You both know he didn’t answer the question.

It doesn’t even surprise you when you find Minho gone the next day, half of your supplies missing. You can’t find it in you to even care, he could have taken everything if he really wanted to. You’re sat on the edge of the bed with Seungmin beside you, your eyes foggy as you stare at the white wall. He’s got your hand in his lap, thumb tracing over your knuckles.

Seungmin can no longer ignore the fact that the person he had fallen in love with was gone. Lost somewhere inside the recesses of your brain, tangled in the strings of your sanity. Still, Seungmin is so deeply and irrevocably in love with you. That would never change. No matter how far you fall, he’d be there to pick you up.

Besides, he knows it’s not your fault. You’ve been pushed too far, past the point of no return.

You know it too. How many times have you told Seungmin to just leave? That there was no way he could be in love with the person you had become. Seungmin would be better off by himself, far away from you. But he’d just hold you a little tighter, run a hand through your hair and whisper how much he loved you. The two of you would spend hours like this, wrapped up in each other, trying to pretend the world outside didn’t exist anymore.

In the end you didn’t really want him to leave. You were too selfish. You need Seungmin.

And he needs you just as much. Which is why he easily agrees to your little plan.

The two of you find yourselves on the roof of the nearest tallest building, standing mere inches away from the ledge. You watch as the sun sets, an orange red glowing in the sky. Had you not known the earth was all but doomed, you’d find it beautiful. Especially for your last moments.

You turn to face Seungmin, only to find he’s already looking at you, that adoring look in his eyes. It makes you wonder how he can still look at you like that, when you’re making him do something like this.

“Are you sure?” You ask, voice rough. Though if you were honest, everything about you was rough now. Tangled hair, sunken in cheekbones and permanent dark circles under your eyes. The clothes around your frame were baggy from how much weight you had lost since this all started. Seungmin still finds you beautiful.

He comes over to slide his palm against your jaw and you lean instinctively into his warm touch. It amazes you that his simple touch could bring you so much comfort.

“Of course,” And he says it with such conviction that you don’t argue. You’re far too tired to argue anyways. As selfish as it is, you don’t think you could do it without Seungmin anyway.

Seungmin’s watching you intently, stroking your cheeks. He knows how tired you are, how much pain you’re in, to the point where you just want everything to stop. You’ve suffered so much, the burden of being their leader was too heavy for you alone to carry. Despite the circumstances, Seungmin thinks you had been a good leader, you had done the best you could. You had sacrificed everything for them, including your sanity. Seungmin is proud of you. He always would be.

All Seungmin wants is for you to be happy. He’d give you the whole world if it hadn’t gone to utter shit.

So if this is what you need? If this is what it takes for you to finally be at peace? Then he’ll do it. He’d do anything for you.

Seungmin pulls your face forward, slotting his lips against yours. You wrap your arms around him, letting your head tilt to deepen the embrace, making sure he can feel all the love you have for him pouring into him. Until it seeps into his bones. Because you know. You both know that it’s your last.

Seungmin had made love to you earlier, after the two of you agreed on the plan. You both had needed it, wanted it. It was just another last thing you two would do together. The way he held you afterwards had made you cry, how he held you like you were the most precious thing to him in the world. It had made you feel guilty, that you just couldn’t bring yourself to continue going on. Seungmin knew, and he could never be so selfish to make you go on when you simply couldn’t.

Besides, he was selfish himself. Seungmin doesn’t think he can bear watching you further lose yourself to the darkness.

The two of you pull away and you slide your hand into his. He gives your conjoined hands a gentle squeeze. Even now he’s still reassuring you. The two of you step up on the edge, the sun having just fallen over the horizon.

Seungmin feels oddly at peace, standing here with you. At least he was putting his fate into his own hands and there was no one he’d rather be with then you in this moment.

Because at the end, it was Seungmin who had stayed with you. Who had promised you forever and Seungmin has never lied to you.

“Minnie?”

He hums in response.

“I love you,”

“I love you too. Until the very end,”

Both of you lean forward.

[equalv]

South Korean tv shows with lgbt* characters

Because so many people liked my post for german tv shows with queer characters, I thought I‘d compile lists for other countries as well.

A-Z

A First Love Story (2021) (mlm) | YouTube

Jaesung (Kim Hyeongwon)

Mingyu (Jung Jaewoon)

Blueming (2022) (mlm, wlw) | IQIYI

Hyeong Daun (Jo Hyukjoon)

Cha Siwon (Kang Eunbin)

Cha Siyeong (Moon Hyein)

Choco Milk Shake (2022) (mlm) | YouTube

Jungwoo (Ko Hojung)

Choco (Lee Jaebin)

Milk (Kim Seonghyuk)

Uncle (Park Seungbin)

Girlfriend Project Day 1 (2022) (wlw) | YouTube

Ahn Gain (Park Hyunwoo)

Song Heeram (Bing Hyejin)

His Man (2022-) (mlm) | IQIYI, Gagaoolala | reality tv

Season 1

Kim Changyu

Kim Seonyul

Jeon Eunchan

Lee Jeonghyun

Kim Changmin

Leon Hyukjun

Lee Hyeon

Hokeep

Season 2

Shin Sungho

Oh Minsung

Kim Yoonghee

DABIT

DAENYOL

Lee Junseong

Yang Hyunjin

Joon Seonwoo

Jazz for Two (2024) (mlm) | IQIYI, Gagaoolala

Han Taeyi (Ji Hogeun)

Yoon Seheon (Kim Jinkwon)

Seo Doyoon (Song Hangyeom)

Lily Fever (2015) (wlw) | YouTube

Kim Kyungju (Kim Hyejoon)

Jang Serang (Jung Yeonjoo)

Love Class (2022-) (mlm) | Viki, Gagaoolala

Season 1

Cha Jiwoo (Han Hyunjun)

Lee Roa (Kim Taehwan)

Kim Namjun (Yoo Hyukjae)

Season 2

Lee Hyun (J-min)

Shin Maru (Lee Kwanghee)

Oh Minwoo (Woo Hyowon)

Kim An (Kim Yongseok)

Yoo Joohyuk (An Jeonggyun)

Kim Sungmin (Jung Woojae)

Love for Love's Sake (2024) (mlm) | IQIYI, Gagaoolala

Tae Myungha (Lee Taevin)

Cha Yeowoon (Cha Joowan)

Chun Sangwon (Oh Minsu)

Ahn Kyunghoon (Cha Woongki)

Love Tractor (2023) (mlm) | IQIYI

Seon Yul (Do Won)

Suh Yechan (Yoon Dojin)

Kwon Inseo (Yang Seungbin)

Merry Queer (2022) (mlm, wlw, trans) | Gagaoolala | documentary

Kim Minjun

Park Bosung

Yoo Taeyoon

Lee Minju

Im Garam

Lee Seungeun

Our Dating Sim (2023) (mlm) | VIKI, Gagaoolala

Shin Kitae (Lee Seunggyu)

Lee Wan (Lee Jonghyuk)

Semantic Error (2022) (mlm, wlw) | VIKI, Gagaoolala

Jang Jaeyoung (Park Seoham)

Chu Sangwoo (Park Jaechan)

Choi Yuna (Song Jioh)

She Makes My Heart Flutter (2022) (wlw) | YouTube

Gangseol (Byun Jihyun)

Jung One (Park Somi)

Yubin (Choi Jiwon)

Sarang (Kang Nayoung)

Leera (Ahn Yeonsun)

The Eighth Sense (2023) (mlm) | VIKI

Seo Jaewon (Lim Jisub)

Kim Jihyun (Oh Juntaek)

To My Star (2021-2022) (mlm) | VIKI, IQIYI

Season 1 & 2:

Kang Seojoon (Son Woohyun)

Han Jiwoo (Kim Kangmin)

Our Relationship Ended Before It Began (2023) (wlw) | YouTube (only Ep 1 and 2 are available for free right now, but I still wanted to share this series (Link))

Yoonah (Park Hayoung)

Kim Ahyoung (Park Sanha)

Note: For this list, I decided not to add a symbol for shows that center queerness, because in a way all of these shows do that and at the same time almost none actually do. Queer characters and their love stories are featured in every show in this list, but most of them do not address any other queer aspects of their lives and only some address the fact that they are queer at all. This is not a critique of South Korean shows, but just an observation of their current media landscape and added as context, in case you are interested in watching.

[yourdailyqueer]

I'd love some more ace representation if that's okay. I love this blog, It really helps make me feel less alone. 🤍

I'd love to add some more as well.

For now I can give you:

Klas Eriksson

Yasmin Uddin (Yammy)

Jej Perfekcyjność

Hansol (Kim Minsung)

Marshall Blount

Andy Warhol (possibly)

Vesper (QueerAsCat)

Sadie Dupuis

Ana Gabriel

Julie Sondra Decker (swankivy)

Evan Edinger

Shubble (Shelby Grace)

Gabriel Mac

Emilie Autumn

Mavournee Hazel

Yasmin Benoit

Pragati Singh

Karl Jacobs

Jaiden Animations

Not everyone i've listed as asexual but a sample size.

[succubus-hansol]

.₊•✧˚ ┊ Fav Fics ┊˚✧•₊.

Some of my favourite works xx

➤┊Dino Nuggets and French Fries┊

↪⇢ By @sadlyshipwrecked

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Kim Seungmin ║ Classification: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Suggestive Themes? ║ Summary: Jeongin was five years old when he met Seungmin for the first time. In which life happens as they grow side by side.

➤┊Flower Boy┊

↪⇢ By @getyourdirtyhandsoffme

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Male Reader ║ Classification: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort ║ Summary: It was a tradition in your kingdom for a stranger to give flowers to a person they fell for. You always get flowers from strange men and women but none of them caught your attention. None of them gave you a good reason why they liked you until one man changed your life

➤┊Employee Discount / Sequel┊

↪⇢ By @felixbit

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Yang Jeongin x Male Reader ║ Classification: Fluff ║ Summary: You've been going to the same coffee shop ever since you moved to Busan. you seem to be the favourite of the cute barista, Jeongin, because he started giving you the employee discount.

➤┊Daddy Chris┊

↪⇢ By @james-is-here

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Bang Chan x Male Reader ║ Classification: Fluff ║ Summary: Coming back from his fashion week trip Chris has a surprise for you and your son.

➤┊Dear Yamaguchi-san: A Detective Tsukki Mystery┊

↪⇢ By @lilac-writes

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Tsukishima Kei x Yamaguchi Tadashi ║ Classification: Fluff, Mystery ║ Summary: Yamaguchi has a secret admirer. For months now, he's been finding love letters and gifts tucked into his school bag, sitting on top of his shoes in his locker, or left in his cubby in the club room. All clues point towards one of his teammates. . . But which one?

When a ferocious storm leaves the entire volleyball club stuck overnight in the training camp lodge without electricity, Yamaguchi decides that this is the perfect opportunity to solve the mystery. He enlists Tsukki, the smartest person he knows, to act as a detective and help him get to the bottom of this once and for all.

But everything is not as it seems, and it quickly becomes apparent that everyone on the team has a secret they don't want the sleuthing duo to dig up.

➤┊Sharing Is Caring┊

↪⇢ By @skzms

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: OT8 x Reader (Minsung x Reader) ║ Classification: Mature, NSFW ║ Summary: it's simple, really - you, Jisung and Minho, you like sharing. you like sharing and watching and being watched and putting on a show. And when opportunities present themselves, why would you say no?

➤┊Sleeping Around┊

↪⇢ By @james-is-here

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: OT8 x Male Reader ║ Classification: Mature, NSFW ║ Summary: Sometimes boys have needs.

➤┊Stray Kids Sending Nudes by Mistake┊

↪⇢ By @bluejutdae

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: OT8 x fem!Reader ║ Classification: NSFW, Text ║ Summary: Best friend Stray Kids sending you nudes by mistake, How will you react?

➤┊2min Threesome┊

↪⇢ By @cbini

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Lee Minho x Reader x Kim Seungmin ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Threesome (foreplay), fingering, spit, 2min 2minning.

➤┊Make It Hurt┊

↪⇢ By @bahablastplz

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader x Yang Jeongin ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Your best friend is a menace. A stupid, kinky menace that drags you along to a BDSM event with her when your curiosity gets the best of you. What will happen when a strangely attractive man asks you if you want to do your first scene with him and his friend?

➤┊Felix x FTM Reader┊

↪⇢ By @getyourdirtyhandsoffme

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Lee Felix x FTM Reader ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: You are both roommates, you are stressed and need some relief and Felix being the best man he is, helps you by asking him for help.

➤┊A Guessing Game┊

↪⇢ By @cbini

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: ot8!fem!skz x afab!reader ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Fem!SKZ and guessing who is who just by squeezing their pretty tits.

➤┊Seungmin x Minho x Jeongin┊

↪⇢ By @143horny-core

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Lee Minho x Yang Jeongin ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Innie and Minho play with their puppy

➤┊BE GOOD┊

↪⇢ By @h-hollieskz

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x gnReader ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Your desperate pup just couldn’t wait until you got home.

➤┊Sharing A Bed / Sequel┊

↪⇢ By @skzdarlings

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Sexual content. enemies2lovers, sharing a bed trope.

➤┊Me/You┊

↪⇢ By @miu-writes

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Bahng Chris x Lee Felix  ║ Classification: Mature ║ Summary: Chan isn't feeling quite like... himself.

➤┊The Man Who Talks to Himself and the Girl Who Listens┊

↪⇢ By @thehandmaidenofcreativity

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader  ║ Classification: Mature, Fluff ║ Summary: You can't help but be captivated by the strangers mumbling from behind you.

➤┊Take Care Of Me / Sequel┊

↪⇢ By @seungmoonandstars

↪⇢⇢ Pairing: Kim Seungmin x Reader  ║ Classification: Mature, Fluff ║ Summary: Starting a new job is tough, But it's easier with your new pup. Co-worker Seungmin and Noona Boss.

[byullielle]

Spoiled Rotten // Lee Know x Han Jisung

Certain situations where you'd simply think, "Minho really is in love with Jisung, isn't he?"

Tags: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Minsung, Cuddling, Mentions and Discussions of Anxiety, Light Angst, Est. Relationship, No Reader Involved,

disclaimer: if talking about mental health affects you negatively the more sensitive part is right under 'A Bad Day,' if you don't like discussions of mental health and mild angst, scroll down to 'The Masterful Cat'. i am in no way putting words into jisung's mouth, this is fictional and may inaccurately depict how he's feeling these days.

The Twitter Incident

"You don't follow Minho hyung's private twitter?" Seungmin raises his head from the couch as Jisung furrows his brows at him, "He has a private twitter?"

"Dear god," Jeongin groans and flops a pillow on his face, making Jisung recoil in confusion a bit. "I'm...sorry?"

"No no not you, hyung," Jeongin exasperatedly sighs while furiously scrolling through his phone, "Minho hyung needs to though cause what I know now is infuriating," he starts to ramble on, Jisung still confused about what the fuck was even happening. And before Jeongin could pull it up Seungmin is shoving the phone into Jisung's hand, Minho's private Twitter account opened.

"I was about to ask where you ate yesterday," Seungmin explains, "Because of the recent post,"

"Oh god," Jisung could feel his cheeks heat up as he scrolls, it was the same pattern; text tweet, cat retweet, and three Jisung tweets with the sappiest, cringiest captions known to man. It wasn't a surprise that Minho loved silently doting on Jisung but this was a whole layer he had yet to grasp from Minho's cold dead hands. "Honestly, it's like following a Jisung fansite except it's all lovey-dovey and gross," Jeongin mutters before Minho enters the room, "What's gross and lovey-dovey?"

The three jolt up in shock, a startled noise escaping Seungmin as he grabs his phone from Jisung while the latter lets out an embarrassed squawk. The older man looks at the three of them with suspicion, his cat eyes scanning each of them one by one before Jeongin decides to speak up, "Seungmin hyung, let's get a drink?" he gently nudges, shooting an apologetic look towards Han who looks absolutely betrayed. "Traitor," he mumbles under his breath, still embarrassed with the current information he has now.

"What happened?" Minho raises a brow, slightly accusatory towards Jisung before he stammers and scrambles around for words, "You have a fansite of me?!"

"What?!" Minho replies in shock back, the two of them staring at each other like they've grown extra heads.

"Y-Your private twitter!" Jisung points at him, "W-Why's your private twitter so...full of me?! And why am I not in it?"

Minho takes a while to process it before it connects. "Kim Seungmin," he deathly growls out and Jisung scrambles up to his feet to delay Seungmin's further demise. "Calm down,"

"No. You've found something I have to take someone to the grave for,"

"I-" Jisung blocks his path, a cute pout on his lips, "I'm not mad about...you posting me," he finishes as Minho's brows quirk up a bit, mildly surprised before shrugging like he wasn't livid the other minute.

"Is that so," he hums

"But lessen your posts about me, geez hyung," Jisung shyly mutters before Minho chuckles and pinches Jisung's ear between his fingers, gently cajoling his face closer, "Your ears are red,"

"So are yours," Jisung frowns and Minho places a soft and chaste kiss on his jutted-out bottom lip, "For the record, nobody can stop me,"

Jisung groans and pushes Minho away playfully, his face still steadily heating up as he covers his ears. "Fine, play it your way,"

And after Kim Seungmin's funeral—Jisung kicked Minho out of his own private twitter. Unless his boyfriend added him, he could post all~ the Minho pictures his little quokka heart so desires.

Cheesecake (and how to bait a boyfriend with it)

Minho sighs in relief as he removes the lock around the freshly refrigerated cheesecake. Felix helped him throughout most of the process, even borrowing the utensils he always used to make pastries and to say he was proud of himself was quite an understatement. He excitedly pulls his phone out and takes a picture, immediately sending it to Jisungie. Basically throwing the line into the water.

And before Minho could even close his phone, Jisung replies. After the quick exchange, he inputs a pod into Seungmin's coffee maker, ice into the glass it dispenses it into before making a mental note to pay him back after. In 6 minutes tops, Jisung knocks on their door before letting himself in, Minho's back turned to him with the kitchen sink up and running.

"Ah you're here," he looks back to see Jisung dressed in the biggest hoodie (assuming he stole it from Chan's laundry), making him look way smaller than he already is. "Go take how much you like, I made cheesecake," he instructs while rinsing off the spatula he used.

Jisung's brows rise up in pleasant surprise, "You made cheesecake,"

"I made you cheesecake, don't get it twisted," Minho clarifies which makes Jisung giggle as he walks up to the kitchen counter, Americano to pair with the sweet treat. "Thanks hyung," Jisung shyly thanks him before observing the perfect slice, seeing the entirety of the cake by the corner, "It looks and smells great," he mutters while placing the plate close to his nose.

"I didn't want to mess it up by adding extras so soon so you have to deal with a plain one,"

Jisung beams up at him with all his heart-mouth glory. "If hyung makes it it's immediately my favorite thing," he gushes before taking a forkful and pops it into his mouth. Minho stops washing the dishes momentarily to look at his reaction. He doesn't quite hum the way he does if extremely likes a cheesecake flavor but his eyes light up nonetheless, hand held up to his mouth and his brows shooting for the skies, "Tastes healthy," Jisung beams after he finishes the one bite before immediately taking another.

Relieved rather than pleased, Minho turns to the dishes and takes a mental note to make it a bit sweeter next time. Maybe add a few berries so that he doesn't go into a sugar crash.

Wiping his hands dry, Minho notices that Jisung has taken the liberty of picking up another slice. He sits beside Jisung, watching him stuff his face. Contentment floods his system, simply satisfied with watching and being around Jisung. Safe to say his main reason for making the cheesecake was successful.

He suddenly finds himself face to face with a fork loaded with a piece of cheesecake. He looks up at Jisung with a confused look until he gets the message to 'just take a bite hyung'. He shrugs and figures it's useless fighting it as he opens up and takes a bite.

It does taste "healthy" as Jisung describes, which to Minho is not overly sweet and just right but knowing his sweet-tooth of a boyfriend is going to be a little bit lacking. He finally verbalizes it, making Jisung beam up at him sweetly—"I'll make it sweeter next time,"

Lego Flowers

Either way, Jisung sends the link with a victorious smile on his face, knowing damn well that Minho wouldn't pass up an opportunity to say yes to his request. Jisung wasn't demanding by any means, usually gifts given by Minho are unasked yet greatly appreciated. But this time Jisung personally thinks it'll be such a cute idea if he and Minho built flowers together since he has long disproved of Minho sending flowers to the 3RETCHA dorm because they die off too quickly.

"Why are you smiling at your phone like an idiot?" Hyunjin lightheartedly chastises, making Jisung stick his tongue out before locking it and setting it face down on the table. "Why bother asking, you know why," Changbin comments, wiping sweat off his forehead due to his post-workout sending Jisung a look of, 'Question is what did Minho do to make you smile,'

"It's a secret," Jisung answers the wordless question.

Needless to say, he was extremely excited.

The moment Seungmin calls Minho for one Amazon express delivery, he haul-asses to Jisung's dorm—iced americano and lego set on hand. "Oh you're here," Changbin flatly greets while opening the door, making Minho roll his eyes at him before the younger's eyes drift towards Minho's loaded hands, "Ah so that's what he was giggling about 3 days ago," he mindlessly spews out before moving aside for Minho.

He couldn't deny that there was a sense of pride and joy hearing that Jisung was giggly about the entire ordeal. But he kept his mouth shut either way. He makes his way in and Jisung comes bolting out his room with a wide smile on his face, "Hyung! You really got it for me!" he happily saunters to him and takes the box, observing it closely.

"What would you have done if I didn't," Minho sets the Americanos down with a smile, Jisung's excitement very infectious. "Hm? I dunno, I'll buy it myself," he answers before leaning against Minho's shoulder, looking up at his boyfriend with his renowned baby girl eyes. "Thank you hyungie," he smiles, genuine and sweet which makes Minho's heart squeeze up.

"You're welcome Jagiya," he reciprocates the smile and kisses his forehead. "Now help me assemble it!" he excitedly detaches from Minho's shoulder, grabbing both his hand, the lego set, and the coffee into the living room. He pulls the coffee table closer before setting everything down. Minho lets himself be whisked away, weak to Jisung's whims.

In an hour, they've finished three flowers, the other remaining parts on the coffee table while Jisung's legs are comfortably propped up against Minho's legs, his knees turning into some sort of leaning table as they softly talk and bicker while forming the bouquet.

Changbin might've taken a picture of them both should he want a favor from Minho but that's an entirely different story.

A Bad Day

Minho pants out, hands on his knees as he struggles to catch his breath. Once he gets his bearings together and wipes his sweat off, he rapidly knocks on the door to see Chan with relief washing over his features. "He's in his room," he simply supplies, "Get him to eat something too please,"

"I will," he nods before stepping in. He darts to Jisung's room before softly knocking, twisting the knob, and peering inside to see a lump of blankets on the bed. Jisung's head pops out with a small frown etched on his lips Jisung lets Minho in.

"Sorry it's messy," he softly apologizes, barely audible if Minho's proximity wasn't close. It was one way to put it—his bed was undone, expected since he was 100% sure Jisung never left the bed before he came, there were undiscarded cups and three bowls on his desk, and his make-up and skincare were cluttered all over his small vanity and the 'clothes chair,' was already full, a few items on the floor. 

"Go lay down jagiya, I'll just take care of these a bit," Minho slots his hand between the hoodie and Jisung's soft cheeks, caressing the skin with fervor and absolute gentleness before running his hand through his hair quickly.

Jisung just quietly nods, far used to Minho cleaning up after him on bad days. He felt guilty but his boyfriend would make sure he does the job with a smile just to ease the negative feelings off him. 

He starts picking the unused utensils and kitchenware out, pacing around the 3RETCHA dorm to dispose of them quickly. It was relatively quiet–none of the others attempting to ask about Jisung just yet. 

He goes back and sees Jisung cuddled up beneath the sheets, watching his every move as he folds up the clothes piling up on the chair and makes every toppled-down toner or ointment on his vanity stand up straight in an organized pile.

"Thank you," he speaks up from the sheets before Minho approaches and slumps down towards him, making Jisung airlessly gasp and giggle, "Ah hyung," he softly whines while Minho jostles him to the side, sitting up against the headboard before placing Jisung's head on his trusty thighs.

"Hello cutie,"

"Hi hyung," Jisung greets, smile not as wide as he'd prefer but for now it would suffice.

"Bad day?"

"Bad month," he mutters, closing his eyes as Minho cards his fingers through his hair, gently patting it under his white hood. Minho frowns, "Do you want to talk about it jagi?"

Jisung knows that even if Minho is supportive, he couldn't quite word it in a way that would make sense for a person who doesn't regularly go into monthly slumps and bouts of anxiety. Alas, he tries.

"I feel so sucked out of energy hyung. Like not even eating or drinking one of those energy tonics could help," he sighs putting an arm over his eyes as Minho's ministrations halt, "I just wanna lay down all day and not head out but at the same time my subconscious is yelling and fighting me to get up and work. I'm guilty I feel this way," he quietly rambles, voice starting to get a bit shaky, "I thought I could push it down further. I really did, but I just can't," he squeaks.

Minho hums, knowing better than to say anything as he feels Jisung tremble under his touch, a soft sniffle escaping him before sobs wrack his body. "It's okay jagiya," he lovingly loves his back, leaning forward to kiss away the tear streaking Jisung's cheek, "Cry it out okay? I'll be here," he softly whispers as the younger man grasps his hand, just keeping it there for stability as he cries his worries away.

It was hard for Minho to witness Jisung breaking into pieces, and he also carried the knowledge that it'll forever be harder for Jisung. He was so ready to steal the moon and stars for his little quokka, the love of his life and he just so wishes that he could easily kiss every single anxious thought of Jisung away. Although it wasn't as possible as he'd like, there would always be moments like these, and the best he could do is stay.

Petting his hair as Jisung dozes off with tears lining his eyelashes like constellations, Minho sighs out and presses a soft kiss to his lips, leaning back into the headboard before taking his phone out to text Chan, to bring water and a light snack; maybe crackers or rice cakes.

The eldest then peers his head into the door after 5 minutes, food and a drink in tow before setting it down on Jisung's nightstand, mindfully moving carefully so as to not rouse the tired man from his sleep. "He okay?"

"He will be," Minho assures, "He just needs a while,"

The Masterful Cat

With a bag of convenience store snacks, Jisung inputs the code into the Minho + Maknae dorm, not bothering to knock since BokSeungAri were all out, leaving the dorm all to themselves. Minho was already setting the living room TV up when Jisung arrives, their Crunchyroll subscription finally put into good use for a while. "I come bearing gifts!" Jisung lifts the bag up proudly, making Minho softly smile before patting the couch down, "Get comfy, I'll just throw the trash then I'm all yours,"

"Ah, I hope my body pillow would hurry with the chores~" Jisung singsongs while airing out the properly folded blanket. It was fluffy and smelled fresh out of the dryer which makes Jisung somehow extra happy. "Bold of you to assume I'm the body pillow," Minho rolls his eyes before heading out to dump their daily garbage.

Getting himself comfortable, Jisung leans back against the cushions, cradling one of Jeongin's couch pets into his arms while Minho washes his hands and then, dramatically plops himself onto Jisung. A soft 'oof' is knocked out of him before he reaches over for a snack, opening it as Minho presses play on the remote.

They watch and concentrate on the show, Jisung occasionally feeding Minho some chips and quipping about how the cat is so much like Minho, a coy malewife with the penchant for perfection and being a menace. "The animation is a bit too grand," he mumbles as Minho hums, his head on Jisung's stomach. Ever since falling behind on gym, his stomach has gotten way more softer, and he loves it so much.

When the episode ends, Minho groans and stretches, never detaching from Jisung's body before burying his face in Jisung's tummy, reaching behind and giving his ass a comforting squeeze. The younger male just giggles at the slightly ticklish contact. "Hyung~ what are you doing jagiya?" he tilts his head as Minho looks up, "Healing time," he simply supplies, sending blood to Jisung's ears and cheeks. "W-What else do you wanna watch hm?" he reaches for the remote before he makes eye contact with Minho again.

And he couldn't help it, not when his pretty boyfriend is lazily lounging on his stomach just staring up at him with nothing but adoration, does he lean down and capture Minho's lips into a kiss. It isn't heated nor deep, but it made their hearts full, souls happy. SO happy that Jisung couldn't help but smile against his lips before pulling back.

"Something funny?" Minho furrows his brows before the latter shakes his head. "I just love you,"

And Minho smiles, pressing another kiss up his cute lips, slotting together like they were molded for each other to hold, "I love you too, jagiya,"

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[deulleya]

"smile for me, bosie, my dorian."

the fifteenth instalment of my musical translation series — a tale of literature and love based on the life and works of oscar wilde, painted in the colours of desire and seduction.

the videos are not mine, but all translations are my own.

musical: wild grey (와일드 그레이)

cast (2023): [oscar wilde] jungmin, park minsung, kim kyoungsu • [alfred "bosie" douglas] jung hwi, jeong jaehwan, kim rihyun, yoon seokho • [robert ross] ki sejung, ahn jihwan, kim jihoon

synopsis: the three people who dream of freedom, between art and reality. amidst the strict conventions and principles of 19th century london, oscar wilde's novel "the picture of dorian gray" is subjected to widespread criticism for its controversial themes. wilde's ex-lover and current friend robert ross advises him to amend his drafts, until the dispirited wilde encounters a charming boy — alfred "bosie" douglas — who closely resembles dorian. perhaps it is not that art imitates life, but that life imitates art...

production: new production (twitter / youtube)

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살로메 – salome

jeong jaehwan as bosie, kim kyoungsu as wilde, kim jihoon as ross

[Bosie] This is the logic of power. The only way for the weak to wrest power from the strong is through either submission, or seduction.

[Ross] A daughter seduces her father on the stage? Even the church won’t let it slide this time.

[Bosie] Then, ought she to beg? Submission can yield one’s desire, but it lacks charm — for one can do nothing but grovel. Only seduction can protect oneself, while still obtaining what one desires.

[Ross] Spoken like a professional. You must be seasoned at it.

[Bosie] It certainly isn’t my first time.

[Bosie] For I’ve once desired something forbidden Things I cannot even begin to speak aloud The moment I realised they were unattainable It was akin to the thirst of drinking saltwater

[Ross] You claim the only methods to obtain one’s desire are seduction and submission — isn’t that too much of a false dichotomy? Furthermore, Salome failed in seducing Jokanaan.

[Bosie] Salome was able to seduce the king, for he was more powerful than her. Yet she failed to seduce Jokanaan, for she held more power than him. And so, ultimately, she used that power. To have him.

[Wilde] Ah, surely they don’t teach you such things at Oxford. Where did you learn all this?

[Bosie] I simply know everything. Especially when it comes to your works.

[Bosie] How about you, have you desired such? Things you cannot even begin to speak aloud Things you sought to obtain at all costs The moment you realised they were unattainable

[Wilde] After seducing the king, Salome requested for Jokanaan’s head. The severed head was served up to her on a silver platter,

[Bosie] And she kissed those lips.

[Ross] Satisfying one’s own desires is not love, but a selfish act.

[Bosie] How naive. In the first place, all love is selfish. Even Salome’s mother, in a bid to eliminate the Jokanaan who criticised her so, made use of her own daughter. But Mom, I won’t merely be used. For Jokanaan is utterly charming!

[Bosie] Salome wanted it

[Wilde] The Baptist’s lips

[Wilde, Bosie] The forbidden joy

[Bosie] Salome detested it

[Wilde] If she couldn’t obtain it

[Wilde, Bosie] She desired it even if she had to kill

[Ross] I’m leaving first.

[Bosie] The audience departs. Now, only Herod and Salome remain.

[Wilde] Then, try seducing the king.

[Bosie] You said you had something for me? There must be something at stake, to form a goal for seduction. Is this… really me?

[Wilde] Now, have you found a goal?

[Bosie] Salome draped seven layers of veils Over her young and beautiful body, and danced One layer, and one layer The seven veils are falling

[Bosie (Wilde)] One layer (one layer); one layer (one layer)

[Wilde, Bosie] The veils of my heart are falling

[Bosie] The only path to be rid of seduction, is to submit to that seduction.

[ based on oscar wilde's play salome. ]

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도리안 – dorian

jeong jaehwan as bosie, jungmin as wilde

[Bosie] For example?

[Wilde] To feel beauty. And so he fell into it, and in love. Beauty is absolute; it requires no reason nor comparison.

[Bosie] A perspective of extreme aestheticism. But corruption is different. For it is a rebellion against the principles set by society, and one must prepare to lose everything one possesses. Especially for someone like Dorian, a young and beautiful noble. He would need that reason even more.

[Wilde] How are you so sure?

[Bosie] Because I, too, wish to fall into corruption.

[Bosie] I was curious as to why Dorian had to die at the novel’s end Why he had to feel guilt For acting upon his desires

[Wilde] If I say that society exists even within a novel, and there are principles which drive that society?

[Bosie] Then it ultimately ends with him unable to attain freedom. For Dorian, who pursued hedonism, died to his conscience. Wasn’t it written because he wished to liberate himself from reality? The author, that is.

[Bosie] It was strange, how the other characters Felt natural, as if they were alive Yet Dorian, despite being the protagonist Why did he, alone, feel distant?

I read it several times and found the reason Though others may not know Even if people call you corrupted I don’t agree with such a notion

You don’t know Dorian Though you might think that you do Or perhaps you simply wish that you do

Since you cannot live the corrupted life That the world speaks of You don’t know me yet

But you will grow curious Perhaps you may even desire me

For I will live such a life, here

[ based on oscar wilde's novel the picture of dorian gray. ]

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당신의 눈 – your eyes

jeong jaehwan as bosie (park minsung as wilde)

Quietly, erasing the world And stopping time in a stifled breath In this moment

Within your eyes That gently embrace me When you look at me My heart is soothed When I walk with you I am no longer afraid of the thick fog

Here, right now, it’s okay No matter what state we are in If it’s the two of us

Within the world of your eyes Here, right now, I am beautiful

I wish to stop time This moment feels like a mere dream A place where I can become No one, and nothing Now, I am no longer afraid Not even of my reflection I gaze at

Together with you In this moment with just the two of us

I won’t run away anymore Within the world of your eyes

[ original korean lyrics here. ]

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[gaenarirp]

— taken wanted connection.

CONTACT  INFO:  

gnsiwoo,   tumblr.    minsungs,    discord    (preference  for  the  latter).

TYPE  OF   REQUEST:  

a  childhood  friend   /   past—lover. (cw: death, manipulation/gaslighting)

SUGGESTED  FACE—CLAIMS:  

kim  hyung—seo   (   BIBI    /    soloist   ),    jeon  so—yeon   (    gi—dle   ).    seo  soo—jin    (   soloist   ).    alternatives  can  be  discussed.    average  height  of  172cm.     porcelain  visage  resembles  that  of  glass,   much  more  hardened  as  opposed  to  the  fragility  of  younger  years    —    figure  is  almost,    always,    draped  in  fine  leather   &   silk  of  dark  shades  that  rotate  occasionally  between  black,   red,   and  gold.    tresses  of  aureate  has  long  since  dimmed,    faded  into  a  black  that  once  belonged  only  to  the  night—skies.    /    overall,    her  style  would  don  a  more  cooler  aura  than  the  soft,   gentle  version  of  herself  that  died  seven  years  ago    —    a  change  that  makes  her  unrecognizable  to  those  who  used  to  be  affiliated  with  her.

PLOT  DISCUSSION:    

rose—petal  girl,    graveyard  girl.    kim  hae—rin.    23,    born  december  10th,    2000    —   gaenari.    (    former    )    darling  lover  to  baek  si—woo,    the  better  half  of  him.    /    kim  hae—rin  is  a  name  lost  to  time  just  as  much  as  the  devotion  and  love  once  held  for  sunflower  boy,    living  boy.    childhood  memories  are  filled  with  the  joy  and  mirth  belonging  to  parents  who  now  dwell  in  a  grief  that  is  incoherent,    a  hatred  for  si—woo  that  is  unidentifiable,    and  a  world  that  is  inconsolable.    fifteen  full  years  are  given  to  the  prince  of  her  dreams,    an  existence  that  materialized  as  none  other  than  baek  si—woo;    the  gentleness  of  one’s  hand  is  always  found  in  another’s    —   calloused  and  cold,    fleeting  touches  and  stolen  kisses  with  hearts  well—aware that  the  fire  of  their  love  could  burn  them  to  ashes.    IT  DOES.    2016,    december  3rd  marks  exactly  a  week  before  kim  hae—rin’s  sixteenth  birthday.    and  the  day  everything  falls  apart.    it  starts  with  an  agreement  to  spend  the  day  with  a  trio  of  three.    baek  ha—na  adores  kim  hae—rin    /    to  ha—na,    she  is  like  a  breath  of  fresh  air,    the  daughter  she  wishes  for,    the  girl  she  smothers  in  motherly love    —    the  same  way  hae—rin’s  mother  does  with  si—woo.    it  ends  with  a  car  falling  into  the  ocean  in  the  outskirts  of  gaenari  with  the  only  survivor  having  been  si—woo  as  baek  ha—na  and  kim  hae—rin  are  left  to  rot  along  with  decades  worth  of  bones  tethered  to  sea—ground.  

BELL—BOTTOMED  NIGHTMARE.    kim  hae—rin  wakes  up  screaming  in  the  dead  of  the  night,    wrists  chained  to  the  hospital  bed.    the  man  beside  her  jolts  awake  at  the  harsh  echo  of  silver  against  silver.    when  her  sight  has  begun  to  clear,    she  sees  the  man  resembles  baek  yu—jun,    father  to  baek  si—woo,    and  relief  washes  over  her.    but  not  for  long.   for  such  sentiments  are  replaced  with  the  sense  of  grief,    an  agony  that  proves  too  cruel  for  a  girl  freshly  turned  sixteen.    when  yu—jun  speaks,    he  speaks  as  if  he  has  been  detached  his  entire  life,    with  a  barrier  of  ice  that  burns  rather  than  freezes    —    he  speaks  as  if  the  death  of  his  wife  and  the  comatose  of  his  son  are  hae—rin’s  fault.    he  spills,    and  manipulates,    pulling  at  the  girl’s  heartstrings  like  a  puppet  before  leaving  her  with  the  offer  to  start fresh  with  no  ties  to  the  baek  family,    living  under  a  different  name:    FROM  NOW ON,    KIM  HAE—RIN  IS  DEAD.    a  body  filled  with  the  memories  of  a  dead  girl.    it  haunts  her,    guards  over  her  existence  like  three—headed  cerberus  does  with  the  gates  of   hell.    hae—rin  remembers  everything.    from  all  the  times spent  with  baek  si—woo,    to  how  long  they  have  been  together,    to  counting  how  many  days  pass  that  si—woo  lies  motionless  before  her  very  eyes,    hanging  onto  the  line  between  life  and  death.    the  dream—girl,    she  lives  in  the  clouds  because  her  reality  is  cruel. 

lovers  to  enemies  troupe  with  a  penchant  of  si—woo  and  hae—rin  destined  to  never  cross  paths  again  despite  being  bound  to  each  other  in  this  lifetime.    hae—rin  who  wants  to  forget,    being  the  opposite  to  si—woo  who  wants  to  remember.    hae—rin  accustoming  herself  to  baek  yu—jun’s  ways,    ultimately  becoming  a  pathological  liar    —    something  along  the  lines  of  never  letting  the  real  kim  hae—rin  return  from  where  she  should  have  died  at  the  bottom  of  the  sea  with  baek  ha—na.    should  she  and  si—woo  ever  encounter  each  other  after  seven  years,    hae—rin  would  be  distant  and  unaccepting  of  his  presence,   but  does  nothing  to  truly  run  his  memories  of  her,    or  jeopardize  him  in  a  physical  way.    an  instance  of  the  “i  once  saw  you  as  my  soulmate   /   i  still  am.”   concept  present.

[iidmskim]

Hello,

My name is Minsung Kim.

I'm an IID major, class of 18 and this is my second semester as a junior.

I had a long break throughout the school years, which in some point makes me fall behind others. However, I personally try to think that this makes myself different from others and in some point special.

As a huge introvert, school life itself was very challenging and stressful to me, especially after the break when I came back to school last semester. Thankfully, as I got used to it and met some new friends, I’m making my way through. Now I quite enjoy school and try to keep it interesting.

I also work in music production besides school. I really like what I do, both the work and school, and I’m ready to commit myself to the things that I love.  

This semester, throughout this course and moreover throughout the rest of my school years, I hope to achieve what I plan to, and I believe all this can even be a new inspiration for me.

Thank you :)

[whimsicalloner]

I was not ready for this. Fucking hell.

[kiestrokes]

🪐 🧩 🍄

Hello Sunshine,

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 1. (why is this the hardest fucking question) one of my close friends just moved back to the area (we haven't seen each other in person since her wedding in 2018) 2. so many comebacks we have no room to even breathe 3. I made it to 30? Honestly didn't think that would happen 😅

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Dad!Fics 😬 I love kids, but I don't want any human ones of my own. So it's hard for me to be interested in reading.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings oh shit, this is actually kind of hard. we all know my fave pairings in the kpop world are yoonmin, hyunbin and minsung...but...hear me out (and this is your fault for those tae photos):

TaeGi - painfully straight (or so it appears) college playboy Kim Taehyung, talented football jock and even more talented artist, (like who tf wrote this man, Shakespeare?) catches a rare sight of the infamous Min Yoongi, their schools stoic shooting guard at a party one night and can't look away. His hair a faded mint green, chatting animatedly with Jung Hoseok. All Taehyung can fixate on are those pretty hands, adorned with rings and wondering how the cool metal would feel around his throat. Taehyung's best friend, and platonic soulmate nudges his shoulder, "Careful Tata, one would think you're into our bisexual basketball captain." Without looking at Jimin, Taehyung's hand crinkles the red solo cup as he downs the rest of his drink. "So, what if I am." Jimin laughs, "Min Yoongi doesn't fucking newbies or closeted gays." Taehyung lets out a raspy hum, "we'll see about that Jiminie." Jimin's eyes flicker mischievously to Taehyung, "is that a wage for a bet?" Taehyung finally tears his eyes away from the green haired man. "You're on."

okkkk byeee!

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[kpopmemesnvines]

kpop memeboard of me writing this fucking essay :)

[kwminjun]

hello everyone !! my name is issy (she/her) and i'm in charge of my little star kim minjun! he's a 2nd year majoring in music composition and currently considering a minor in music production! i've included a tl;dr version as well as a full profile link below the cut! ps: if you would like to plot give this post a heart and i'll come to you! you can also shoot me an invite on discord (issy#2070) for the fastest responses !! happy plotting (hopefully w me <3)

before reading, i would also just like to put out a blank statement trigger warning that the tl;dr as well as the full profile contain implied child exploitation of a sexual nature. if you would like to read a fully clean/sfw version (though nothing here is explicit), it's here!

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tl;dr:

▸ minjun was born in daegu, korea. his father is a retired cameraman and his mother is a retired singer who was popular in the 90s, so show business runs in his blood!

▸ when he was 16, himself as well as his older brother (minsung, 18) were scouted by a well-known entertainment company. they left for seoul with their parents permission to begin idol training.

▸ during his time as a trainee, minjun was exposed to the fact that people in this new world can be very corrupt. he unknowingly (and sometimes knowingly) became victim to a very slippery slope, where important people would trade favours for opportunities.

▸ a year and a half after his training period began, minjun's brother was selected to debut and he was not. this crushed minjun and he permanently left the company right after the announcement was made.

▸ he continued his studies in seoul at the performing arts high school he attended, and somehow managed to pull through with great grades and an awesome csat score.

▸ he decided to enroll in university to learn how to make music for himself, and that's what brings him to kyungwon university!

▸ additionally, since the end of his military service, he's taken to using social media often. half from his good looks and half from being known as an active idol's sibling, he has gained a 13k following on instagram. he uses his ig now to boost his own ego and validate himself and has become something of a fiend for attention.

▸ he's a regular member of both the dance club and broadcasting club, and currently works as a bartender at the phoenix. he's a very busy bee who hates being alone more than anything.

▸ overall minjun is very good in social settings. he's funny, a people pleaser, a problem solver and a good shoulder to cry on! though it's difficult to get truly close to him because unlike before, he no longer wears his heart on his sleeve.

also some ideas for quick connections / plots!

a fan of his brother's group who recognises him

anyone else with a failed idol trainee history? :o or anyone connected to the entertainment industry in some way!

fellow music department students for a support group

regulars at his work whom he heavily favours over all the other patrons and just creates a bit of havoc with

thank u for reading if you came this far!!