#poetic beauty jaehyun

[minhosimthings]

Moots as kpop idols (based on their persona/vibes they give off)

I AM SO PREPARED FOR THIS LETS GAURRR

@heeliopheelia - Felix from Skz. Literally such a sunshine and such a sweetheart, THATS CARLY

@astraystayyh - Hyunjin from Skz. Hyunjin definetly ghostwrites everything Sahar does-

@jaylaxies - Karina from Aespa. Just because Aria gives off such mother energy mommy

@junnieverse - Sunghoon from Enha. Our conversations are so JakeHoon coded sometimes lol

@sjyluv - Danielle from New Jeans. Sweet, poetic and definitely chaotic.

@chlorinecake - Jeonghan from Svt. AND WHAT IF I SAY SHE'S MY SEXIEST IRL WIFE-

@angel1kisses - Niki from Enha. Dare I say more?

@candewlsy - Jungwon from Enha. MY CUTIE PATOOTIE CATS

@haecien - Minghao from Svt. So calm, much meditation (the chaos is hidden beneath)

@amazzwon - NingNing from Aespa. Both of them are my beautiful babygworls

@jaeyunluvr - Jaehyun from BoyNextDoor. My chaotic puppy children

@666booklover - Sunoo from Enhypen. Because Jasmine is literally such a sweetheart omg I can't

@mxxninthesky - Jeongin from Skz. Selene is so caring and yet so savage mom I love her

@heeslut4life - Mark from NCT. ITS THE SMEXILY CHAOTIC VIBES ALRIGHT

@alvojake - Jake from Enhypen. My wife's got that rizz bringing me to my knees for sure

@moon7jay - Han from Skz. Xyn is literally Han, but in writing skills

@wondipity - Hueningkai from TXT. Bella is literally so adorable MAKES ME WANT TO SQUISH HER

@wonlvkay - Jungwon from Enha. Bruh Kayla's entire page is literally saur Wonnie coded

@deluluriddhi - Hyein from New Jeans. Just for the sheer amount of times she makes me feel old

[dojae-huh]

D&R quick notes

Happy this comeback will capture Jae's beauty in the right way (his romantic archetype, think Poetic beauty). He is art, he needs to be preserved on film.

A new fanfic from Jae: kindergarden (music) teacher AU (Do is Dilf then? lol).

He is already taking a role of "a narrator on the side". No need to interact with girls to have them on screen.

The theme of the Siren!Jaehyun calling from the water continues. I approve.

I hope Jaehyun blows up internationally with this album. He is the neo with the highest chance because he fits the mold of a popular romantic soloist so well, and he sings without accent (*cough* Doyoung-ah, when will you improve).

P.S. "Roses" is a break up song. Shippers still want it? Heh.

[siontual]

seven years since poetic beauty jaehyun...

[snowball-doie]

now that i think about it.. how each of the boys in terms of sweet nicknames and relationship status even

(future aurora after writing this: im biased cuz im picky with pet names.... i find a lot of them cringe.? but i tried to be in the mindset of poly!ilichil to be fair. that being said, if YOU GUYS have ideas on the matter, please feel free to contribute)

receiving names or giving? cuz giving, they got a million and one nicknames for each other (nice and otherwise) lmaoooo.... but receiving is a little tricky.

johnny calls ppl darling (i will fight all 500 of you if you disagree with me, idgaf). he calls ahri princess. he calls doyoung bunny during play-- but he's the one that likes to tease taeyong and doyoung with taeyongie or doyoungie or yongie the most since he's older than both of them and can get away with it. he likes to be called daddy during play..... but while just being sweet, i think "j" and "john" and "oppa" (by ahri) are all favs. baby is a common one too. i dont see him swooning for honey or something like that tbh.

yuta calls ahri baby girl, princess, or any term of endearment in japanese (this all transfers over to reyna when she's born since she's his perfect lil princess who can never do anything wrong). obviously he's the reason everyone knows mark likes to be called a good boy, but you will literally never catch yuta calling him anything but that now-- at least the others have the decency to not do it in certain contexts...... he also hits ahri, jungwoo, and haechan with "brat" very consistently. as for what he likes to be called when being sweet, i think terms of endearment in japanese will have that man falling to his knees IN AN INSTANT!!!!!!!!

taeyong will literally moan if you call him nae sarang. sorry, i dont make the rules. moving on.

doyoung's eyes roll to the back of his head when he's called bunny-- even outside of play. it just scratches the right part of his brain, i think because it's unique to him. he also likes nae sarang, like taeyong. i think a honey or sweetie every once in a while is a good thing for him-- it'll def have him stopping in his tracks before slowly turning to be like "...say it again" lmao

jaehyun likes oppa, daddy, and baby from ahri (duh), and hyung from the younger members. it just feels right. from the older members, just jae is fine. anything tooooo sweet from the boys throws him for a loop.

jungwoo loves the sweetest, cringiest names on earth. sweetie, honey, baby, PUPPYYYYYY, cutie, darling, nae sarang, beautiful, handsome, boo (boo-boo) etc etc. any kind of praise gets that man going, okay. jungwoo's noona kink gets scratched when ahri says "my sweet boy"... you will never see a grown man fall to his knees faster.

mark................ he's also complicated. hyuck can not call him anything but hyung or one of the variations of "mark" that he's thought of over the years (like melt and makgeolli). he doesnt like calling the older boys anything but hyung, im not gonna lie. and he doesnt have a noona kink like some of the other switches/subs, so he just calls ahri really sweet, poetic things like my beloved, sweetheart, darling girl, my beautiful girl, etc. when it comes to what they can call him, obvi good boy wasnt supposed to happen, but it did, and now he's stuck with it.... instead of the north american accent when saying his name, he likes the korean way "ma(r)keu" because the way the boys say it with so much love and excitement in their voices makes him blush.

haechan: hyuck, sweet boy, baby, baby boy, darling boy, brat-- anything that makes him feel younger (esp coming from ahri) will make his brain go brrrrrrrrrrr. ... guys be honest. is it too cringe if he likes "honey bear".... be fr..... cuz i like it......... ofc this man's noona kink is through the roof, so. take a guess what he's calling ahri. as for the rest of the boys, hyung is the common one, but when he's really trying to sweeten them up, he'll hit them with their play titles (like daddy or sir), or he'll just say whatever he knows they like to hear. so nothing universal. it's all based on their preference.

[quaissants]

WRITERS’ TAG GAME !

i don’t think i’ve ever done this before so thank you bubba @stealanity 💕

recommend 5 or more of your own works that you would rec to someone asking what they should read first & explain a little bit about the work. these can be the most popular, the ones you think are underrated, or your own favorites! then tag five other writers!

tagging @dearhee @end-hyphen @sunlightwoo @sunflwryu @thelargefrye for this !

also! two things: i’m adding works that i’ve written on my precious main because those are still so precious to me. also, most of what i’ve written throughout my two years are drabbles so i’m gonna go ahead and pick more than five:

take me home … kim hongjoong

this one took me a few months to figure out.. i remember getting it as a request, and i just had no idea what to do with it. but then i thought of deja vu joong, specifically the rain part and i went that’s it! and the rest is history

a poem called you … jeong yunho

writing a hotel del luna au fic is something that was on my writer’s bucket list. which is why when i planned the purpose series, i knew. tbh i think it only took me 2-3 nights to complete this one? and while it’s not as popular as the others on this list, i do adore it

in a world of their own … lee heeseung

my second work on kurosism 🥺 again, wasn’t very popular (still isn’t which is sad) but i love the domesticity of this drabble. unless i am being completely dumb, this was the product of reading 23/11 several times until i pretty much can recall the events of the story

002 … park sunghoon

from second on my previous to second on my current, this one is just. okay this was another spiral after i was roaming facebook and found this sound from friends. i don’t even know why i love it so much? i just really do, especially the last line

hyacinths … jung jaehyun

hands down the most underrated drabble of mine. this one was sorta poetic, something that could be a distant relative to lang leav’s poetry. the first line had been sitting in my notebook for over a few months so to make something from it just made me feel so good

the last word … tbz

…where do i even begin with this one. first off, i wanna say sorry to this series for discontinuing it )): i swear i loved making the three episodes, especially eric’s, but it’s hard to write something so long when the fandom you’re writing it for is slowly diminishing (i do plan on bringing it back though, but for another fandom..)

pretty in pink … choi chanhee

what’s this? a fluffy drabble from mona? what a rarity (NOT!) i actually do have several fluff drabbles but this one is my favorite from all of them because it’s the short but sweet, beautiful, tickle the stomach in your butterflies kind of read. to no one’s surprise, this was a spiral after seeing a certain pic of chanhee’s 😊😊

best friend … ji changmin

okay i am very sure that this is one of my most rec’ed and i do understand why. perhaps it’s the relatability of this one that makes it hurt even more.. even though i haven’t been in this situation before- honestly i’m not even sure how i managed to write this one but hey, it’s a good read if you wanna get your heart broken some more

safe and sound … choi yeonjun

alice in borderland x kpop idols? yes. my mind really is a weird place, and something that backs up my belief is that after watching the second? episode of aib, i began having thoughts. actually, i am pretty sure i wrote an idea for a prequel to this so who knows, maybe i’ll do it…

binibini | choi yeonjun

isayaw mo akooo ahem this one was dedicated to matty so 🤭 it’s probably one of my shortest works to date, but it still does pack a punch. for extra pain, i suggest you listen to this before or after reading it

paalam … txt

the thing is, headcanons are something i’ve only done once before (and even then, the format was different) so i was really not sure how this was gonna go. but given what i was going through during this time, writing this piece became sort of a catharsis for me. and while i have yet to fully let go so i can heal, at least there’s a work out there where my muses get that

[7dreamrush]

some Jaehyun (NCT) 'Try Again'(/Poetic Beauty) poster designs, and a stamp I made for a sketchbook cover mockup!

behance: katken

twitter: katkenx

instagram: 7dreamrush

[juieon]

jaehyun's pfp being from poetic beauty years later still ☹️

[rainbowchae]

POETIC BEAUTY

[alauragmaraes]

poetic beauty

chapter 4: try again

#JAEHYUN #재현

[hamstapie]

Poetic beauty

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[neoangelic]

POETIC BEAUTY || (OLD VER)

PROLOGUE. (RETCONNED AS A PILOT)

🖊 SUMMARY: Jung Jaehyun never really appreciated poetry. Yu Hayoung appreciated his beauty with poetry. One day, those poems go missing.

🖊 PAIRING: jaehyun x f!oc

🖊 WORDCOUNT: 3,006 words (ish)

🖊 TAGS: college au | one-sided romance | pining | poetic beauty inspired au | lots of poetry | NCIT University au | Renjun and Doyoung are the best besties | astrophysics and art major Renjun | Comp sci major Doyoung | female presenting oc | racy undertones for some poems, nothing super sexual | cafe part-timer Jisung | secret admirer | no beta we die like men |

🖊 NOTE: i might have a bunch of fics that will tie into the NCIT universe. chapters will be called “pages.” all writing (poetry) is mine unless otherwise said. check below for a text post of the poem. EDIT: THIS IS NOT CANNON! REVAMPING THIS COMPLETELY 

MASTERLIST | POEM (TEXT POST)

His muscles tensed the cloth of his white tee-shirt, the wrinkles contracting and drawing lines across his shoulder blades and down his spine like sinew. His arms stretched toward the ceiling, sleeves rolling back to show his biceps. Before I was caught staring, I averted my gaze onto the warm, freshly-printed paper in my hands. I couldn’t believe I wrote a poem about Jung Jaehyun’s birthday being on Valentines day when I’ve never even talked to him. What was worse was that it wasn’t my first time doing that either. I muttered a silent prayer to thank any god that was listening that I didn't end up in the same peer review group as him. It would be more than embarrassing to discuss a poem I wrote about a hot guy with the hot guy himself. Of course, I would probably lie about the subject matter of the poem. That it wasn’t about Jaehyun and how irresistible I’ve been finding him for the past couple of months. That it wasn’t about how he was so perfect that even his birthday had to be stupidly romantic. Most definitely. It wasn’t like it was fully about him. Instead, I’d describe it akin to Achilles in the eyes of Patroclus. How someone so close to you could feel so far away—how Achilles was Greece’s hero more than Patroclus’s lover. About a longing, a satiation that could never be fulfilled.

Jung Jaehyun was radiant. His hair caught halos of light and his eyes sparkled like stars upon moving waters. I was just so-so. Someone who took English and writing classes for fun while others took it for the requirement. In fact, this would probably be the only class I’d ever have with him. After the semester, we would be as good as strangers. Not saying that I’d be forgetting that dimpled smile of his anytime soon. With about 200 other students in the heat-trapping lecture hall, I didn’t hold any expectations or try to act upon any of my feelings. I was merely being an opportunist in order to (in simple terms) write good shit.

“Should I talk to him for you?”

Kim Doyoung’s bright eyes and hushed tone pierced me like the morning rays through window blinds. “No, not at all. That would be horrible.”

“Horrible?” He said, leaning forward. “You’re like obsessed with him?”

“Okay,” I rolled my eyes. “Obsessed isn’t the word.”

“You write thirst poems about him.”

“Shut—” I glared, “they’re not necessarily about him! Just inspired by him. I’m not delusional, it’s not like I’m writing out my daydreams—he’s just—just a muse.”

“A muse,” he mused.

“Yes.”  

“But you agree that they’re thirst poems?”

“Just this one, and the prompt was ‘infatuation’ get over yourself.” I rolled my eyes, looking Doyoung up and down from his neatly combed hair to his converse sneakers. “Your shoes are untied.”

He kicked his feet underneath the graffiti-fied desk, looking under. “No they’re not.” Gottem. The boy blew air from his cheeks, exposing his bunny-like front teeth and sweaty forehead. His bangs fell down and stuck to the beads annoyingly. “You’re awful. I take it back, I’m not helping you no matter how much you ask.”

“Luckily, I’m not gonna,” I clicked my tongue, mouth dry. “But your hoodie string is uneven and it’s bothering me. Don’t look at me like that—I’m telling the truth this time! Fix it.”

Doyoung sighed, pulling at his hoodie string. “Where are the other kidos?”

“Dunno. Did you check the group chat?” I said.

"One person said they were at their second cousin's funeral, the other two said they had to celebrate their 100 days, and Renjun just slept in."

The first one was definitely a lie.

"Of course he did. I could never double major, especially in astrophysics—and what did he have yesterday? A 9pm lab class?"

Doyoung grimaced. “Horrible.”

“What was the point in coming to class if everyone was going to make excuses not to?” I slumped on the desk, running my fingers over the grain of the paper. “Did you even finish?”

He smiled, glasses without lenses lifting with his cheeks. “No?”

I swatted at him, “guess we’re just going to meet at a cafe again sometime this week.” It wasn’t a big deal. For me, it was more time to write whatever I wanted. For Doyoung it was more time for him to run his mouth about gossip, acting like we were actually discussing something about the class.

“So…”

“So what is it this time? I’m all ears,” I rummage through my messenger bag, feeling around for my writing journal’ s leather binds through folders and books and paper.

“So, I was talking to Taeyong the other day…”

My hands skimmed the canvas of my pencil case, and the pens strewn around lazily, and the tubes of lipstick. I brought out a pen with golden etchings that you’d twist to open.

“Oh, so you’re talking to him again?”

“I’m telling you, I swear to god it was him that touched my code at the club room.”

“Yeah, yeah…but you’re delusional, though? What if your code was just messed up from the start?”

“Are you going to listen or should I leave you alone?”

“I’m listening,” I searched pockets and zippers, bringing my bag up to my lap and peering into its void-like opening. I squinted, delving in once again in my search, looking for its red cover. It shouldn’t be hard to find. Everything else I owned was black or brown. Or white. Or grey (if it was a gift from Doyoung.)

“As I was saying, Taeyong and I were having a conversation, and we see Yuta—Yuta Nakamoto. He’s also in the sharehouse. So he has these tarot cards—”

My hands and eyes skimmed through surfaces. A book. A pencil case. Lipsticks. A wallet. Some wrappers of gum—oh, I still had some gum! And, finally, there should be… 

No fucking way.

“What?”

Did I say that out loud?

“Yes.” Doyoung said roughly. “And you keep interrupting my story.”

“Doyoung.” No fucking way. “I lost it.”

“Lost what? What did you—” his face dropped. “No fucking way!”

“Shut up!” I elbowed his side, glancing over at Jaehyun, who of course didn’t spare a glance back even with Doyoung’s ruckus. “I was at A Cup of Coffee earlier, studying, and lost track of time because I was enjoying my mint choco latte—”

“Enjoying a what?”

“I. Was. Feeling. Adventurous,” I glared, aggressively unzipping my jacket. I ran my hands through my dampened hair, hoping to find some solace of cool breeze on my skin. There was none to be found. Doyoung fanned himself with the collar of his ex-crisp white t-shirt. It was already a hot and humid day and it just got a lot warmer. “I had all my shit on the table because I was writing in the book earlier because you know that I have a deadline coming up for my anthology and I need to keep writing so that I can actually get something done. And I guess—I guess it fell out when I was rushing to pack and leave.”

“Were you sitting inside or outside?”

“Outside! There’s no room inside, like ever!”

“That’s as good as gone, then.” Doyoung knitted his eyebrows together, tapping his pen on the table. “It’s been a couple of hours, I’m assuming?”

“Yeah, a good four.”

“Wanna still check?” He looked up at the clock hanging on the wall, its ticking hand teasing its way through the last minute of class time.

I looked at him as students began pooling out the lecture hall, leaving a trail of body-heat. “God, yes. Please.”

Doyoung and I rushed over as the mid-day sun glared into our eyes. We glared back through the gaps of our fingers as we covered our sweaty faces.  Jisung Park was always kind enough to give me free cookies whenever I stopped by A Cup of Coffee. (Which was often). Hopefully he was kind enough to have picked up my journal when I left it because there wasn’t much hope of finding my journal when we got there. All the outdoor seating arrangements were squeaky clean. The metal chairs burned our fingertips as we tried looking all over for my journal. I shook my head.

Doyoung groaned as he tried to open the front door, “I think it's closed.”

“I got this—” I rushed forward, banging on the glass, too hopped up on adrenaline to worry about it shattering. “Jisung! Are you in there? It’s Hayoung!”

I knocked louder as I spotted a head of blonde hair. Jisung stirred from his nap at the register. He rubbed his eyes, grimacing at the sudden intrusion of peace. Definitely tipping him extra the next time I have a writing session here. He looked at me with furrowed brows, pointing to himself as if to drowsily say: Me? What?

“Yes, you!” I pointed to the door. “Can we come in?”

Realization must have set in for him. It only took a few seconds for him to unlock the door and usher us inside.

“Hayoung sunbae-nim, whats wrong?”

“I left a really important notebook behind.” I fanned myself. “It’s red leather. It has pretty much all of my writing that I’m considering for my exhibition piece.”

“Have you seen it?” Doyoung sat down, accepting the water Jisung offered us.

“I think I have? You had it out when you were working out there earlier.” He said, carefully. “But I don’t think you left it behind.”

“But this is the only place I put it down.”

“I think you packed it up, there was nothing when I cleaned outside. I would’ve called.”

“I still can’t believe you lost your simp book, Hayoung.” Doyoung took a large gulp of water. “That’s the one thing you always make sure you don’t do.”

“I know! And it’s not a simp book!” I snatched my water bottle and plopped down next to him. Jisung pulled up a chair to sit with us. “It just so happens that the contents of my pieces are inspired by a very specific thing—”

“Someone—”

“Look.” Maybe it was the heat but the tips of my ears felt like they were on fire. My stomach felt as if it was boiling, each bubble of acid popping, burning my insides. I found it hard to steady my breath and my voice grew louder every second from the building pressure in my stomach. “It’s not my fault I entered a slump. I just—it just comes so naturally now—writing. It used to be so hard that I wanted to even quit, and it tore me apart every day. And my professors tore me apart too. It was so hard hearing them lose interest in my writing. And now that I’ve finally found a way to enjoy writing again, I get distracted for one day and lose what was going to be my life’s work!” I wanted to swallow the words back into my mouth. Everytime I tried, the lump in my throat grew larger.

“My god, Are you crying?” Doyoung leaned in.

I flinched, slapping his arm. “If you ask someone if they’re crying then of course they will.” I said, now crying.

“Sorry.”

“I’ll get you a tissue,” Jisung coughed.

“Thanks.” I said.

Doyoung rubbed my back. “You know I didn’t mean it. You’ve showed some of them to me, and I agree—this is the best you’ve written in ages. It might be important for you but I know you’ll do fine without it. It’s okay, Hayoung.”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“Look, I’m sure nobody likes to read. Anything. So, the chances are that someone will snoop through is low. They wont want to steal a journal either.”

“What if I can’t write without it.” I sniffled.

Jisung brought over a box of tissues and a cookie. “I don’t know fully what this is about, but you’re always in here to the point that I have to kick you out so I don’t work overtime and I’ve already given up on kicking you out over breaks.” He gave me an awkward but comforting pat on the shoulder. “I’ve never read anything you’ve written but I can tell that you work really hard on it, and I don’t think that’ll ever disappear.”

“Jisung is right. Even during your writer’s block, you still were able to come up with some profound shit that I could never think of writing in my lifetime.”

“Thanks you two,” I picked up the cookie, breaking it into pieces to offer. They declined. “And Jisung, you always make the best cookies.”

“The batter is pre-made, but I try.”

“Wait, really?” Doyoung said. “Wait, no—Hayoung, I’m sure we can find it if we keep looking.”

“But I haven’t begun to transfer the stuff over to my laptop.” I nibbled on my cookie. Doyoung’s phone buzzed on the table. I watched the crumbs on the plate dance around.

“I’ve seen you crunch out a thesis-length paper in a weekend with nothing but Mountain Dew and coffee. I’m sure you can work something out.” Doyoung picked up his phone.

“I’ll look and ask around on my breaks too,” Jisung said.

“Hayoung, Renjun wants to know if he can meet up with us right now.” Doyoung said.

I looked at our resident part-time cafe worker for permission, dabbing my eyes with the tissue he gave me. 

Jisung sighed, ready to pull up another chair. “Just this once.”

When Renjun arrived, Jisung was wrapping up his break, making sure there was enough coffee in the back and preparing the newly discovered pre-made batter to make more cookies. Renjun didn’t question why we were in A Cup of Coffee during its break hours, or why Doyoung and I were so sweaty that we were fanning each other with our poems that we were supposed to workshop. He didn’t question why I had my stuff sprawled everywhere because I tried looking in my bag another hundred times, or why Doyoung had his stuff everywhere because I had convinced him that my journal could have fallen in his bag somehow. He did, however, do a double take after seeing my face.

“Rough day today?” He said, taking Jisung’s old seat. “Wait. Were you crying?”

“Doyoung you didn’t tell me my makeup was running!” I gasped, rummaging through our table of paraphernalia for my makeup pouch.

Doyoung picked it up and passed it to me. “You looked like you were going through enough. Oops.”

I whined at my racoon-like visage in the mirror, mascara accentuating my already heavy eyebags. I thought it was supposed to be waterproof. Never buying that again. 

Renjun took out his laptop, decorated in stickers so colorful it looked like a toddler’s scrapbook. But like, in a good way. “Well, I think you look very artistic.” He said.

There was a long pause filled with his typing and the sound of the blender going off.

“Thank you,” I said once Jisung stopped blending. It smelt like cherries. You know what else smelt like cherry? Jung Jaehyun. Oh god, I didn’t even like cherries. “I’m going to die if I don’t find it.”

“Find what?” Renjun said.

“The notebook!”

He stopped typing, “The notebook?” Renjun took off his glasses. “No wonder you were crying. Doesn’t that have all you writing from this semester?”

“Yes, and it’s also all about Jung Jaehyun.” I confessed. I trusted Renjun. It wasn’t like he went to lecture that often.

“Jung Jaehyun from our class?” Renjun’s mouth dropped open.

“Yes, Jung Jaehyun from our class—granted most of them aren’t directly about him, but if someone finds out, it’s going to be so… awful!” I groaned. “I don’t know where I dropped it. I thought I left it here.”

“I mean, as someone who didn’t know it was all about him—really, all about him?”

“Inspired, but yes. Exclude a handful.”

“I couldn’t tell.” Renjun said. “But, I do have to ask…why? How? You like him?”

“It’s complicated.”

His laptop was fully closed now. I could tell he wanted to know the juicy details of my deep, dark secret. I could also tell that Doyoung was hiding a grin at the story to come. Renjun gave me his puppy-dog eyes.

“Fine.” I gave in. “’ll tell you, but why weren’t you at class today? I thought you always tried to attend mandatory workshops.”

“It’s complicated.” Renjun echoed.

“I'll tell you my story if you tell yours? Deal” I said.

“Deal.” Renjun said.

We looked over at Doyoung who was trying to listen into our conversation. Not that we were trying to be silent about it anyway. Jisung even came over and told us he could hold the shop cold for thirty more minutes so that we could finish our conversation.

“Why are you both staring at me like that?” Doyoung put his hands on his hips defensively. “Why?”

Renjun clicked his tongue. “If we both have something to tell, then you have to tell us…” 

“What happened to the blind date your mom set you up on, and how is that related to why you can’t go to our favorite bulgogi place anymore?” I slammed my hands on the table.

“I’m not going to tell you that!” Doyoung mirrored my action.

“Then leave, hyung!” Renjun said, backing me up. “It’s only fair.”

“But I know about Hayoung’s thingy about Jaehyun!”

“I’ll tell you how I first met him—And it wasn’t during poetry.” I blurted out. “That’s the real start of it all.”

Doyoung glared at both of us. He sat back down cautious, looking like a cat with its hair raised. “Fine.”

Renjun and I high fived. I looked over at Jisung, who was shaking his head at the whole situation. Poor thing, he was going to get to know all of us against his will.

“And Jisung gets to know all this for free if he gives us an hour, and we’ll help him at the back later until closing.”

Jisung shrugged. “Works for me.”

[dojae-huh]

Hii….I am abee….I asked qstions before too…but decided to be known from now on…

https://youtu.be/Pen8IeNnxAE?si=OVh-ob9v4avNkwB2 So todays home not alone episode was filled with membrs praising doyoung which is what I live for….but my ask is abt some dfrnt moment… 1)35:09- 35:14 When membrs started to tell what ad would look good on jae,

dy: styler would look good on him Jae:( pleased) Johnny: STYLERRR??😏 tae: i am excited ( I am expecting the same nd looks at dy) Nd cut… What I want to say is…the way johnny reacted nd tae was expecting the same from his favourite…haha…they were so cute….poor dy he cant even support his bae without being attacked atleast with a smirk… Nd dy is not that innocent just wants to show off jae is his bf nd always support him with high quality things….nd poor tae always gets nothing at all from his fav…. 2) 32:8- 32:19--Another thing I noted was this moment…even though he didnt put JW in childrens line, but he does take care of him, nd worrys abt him…even johnny said it like " u r treating him like baby" ….nd JW is like why u act like that….I think dy is honestly kind ..he may hide nd lie for the sake of his job, but as a normal person he just cant stop be kind to others..nd I got it now why he said he prefer to be hated by someone rather than hating someone….haha…really cool… 3) 4:32 to 5:00 this moment when dy come inside of the house nd saw (hc,he,jh,jn) making coffe nd not helping with chores…ofcrs they lose , but there were lot of things to do , only hc come nd helped saying should I make it hyung,,…still dy nagged a little bit , to hc like it was not time to make coffees…haha…but I stand with him…there wre a lot to do if all members wants to eat..but they didnt even flinch from the seat..including jae who would jump if he hear the breathing sound of dy…so I kinda bit disappointed in that..I mean he said 3 times like nothing is started, ther is lot of things to do…but I think them all just woke up from sleeping ,so just let them pass..most of ppl gets grumpy when wakes up..nd dy is just a warry wart sometimes…but hc acted differently even tho he is the maknae…I wanted to point out that… 4) Here, I knw there would be 2dong content coming but they r hinting about it everywhere..like hc nd dy have the most reaction when eating..nd members approving them… 5) Lastly in the whole content ty called dy's name like 100 times…when u watch u will knw…haha… Ps: Your works r amazing…a truly talented observer…hasoff...nd all the best for the future...

Home not alone ep3

Hm, I found this "Styler" Korean magazine. It's about stylish things, home decor, clothes. It has a little bit of vintage and artsy style? Not luxury brands. Think Poetic beauty rather than Prada.

There is also a cooling (?) humidifying (?) wardrobe by this name 스타일러, but I doubt Do meant this specific product. A big jump from perfume.

Do was right to worry as Jungwoo demonstrated during DJJ he doesn't know his way around even a normal kitchen. Do has a habit of being cautious and fussy.

The winning team was given a task by the producers, Johnny and Jaehyun seemed to get too interested with that (JN is famous for liking coffee, Jae wanted to get the final result). Jungwoo doesn't cook. I was surprised Yuta was so helpful, usually he is the one to slack the most. He was in good spirits, had fun.

I don't think Jaehyun cooks much. He is named the best cook, but I suspect he just knows how to make a few dishes following a recipe.

I'll add what piqued my interest.

18:07 - Despite everyone talking one by one, Do heard Jae's quiet "hyung, it's really tasty" and replied. Later on he followed the convo while grilling, he really is "all ears" constantly, doesn't go inside his head.

22:11 - Doyoung asked Haechan to make him a wrap (meat+kimchi, they didn't have greens), Hyuk said "I can't", but started on it right away. Yuta thought Hyuk really refused and prepared to do it himself. A small thing, but shows Yuta is not too well versed in 2Dongs (because he doesn't live with them to know such minute details).

22:30 - Yuta brought Do meat, but Do said Yuta should just eat calmly, Do will just make Hyuk make him wraps. I don't know if age order plays here any role, probably for Do it's just easier to burden Hyuk as a more close person (and he sat nearby). Kind of like guest/family member at the dinner table distinction? Both of the guys ate, so both should have been equally hungry/non-hungry.

28:23 - Did Jaehyun want to defend Do? As in, he is not the only person who reacts during movies? His words seem to be cut off. He didn't continue his thought about Woo.

[strawbnation]

Dear little poet, red ears, freckles and all

[rensiu]

in this eternal darkness we call “life”, you are my sunshine

[shaechans]

JAEHYUN, POETIC BEAUTY