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Those Eyes Chico ༓ myg (m) | chapter one

✑ Summary: As the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour, you’re expected to bring your expertise to the table. This shouldn’t be a problem—you’re the best in the business and you’re used to drawing a strict line between your professional and personal life. But what happens when the lines you’ve fought to keep as separate blur for the first time?

pairing: idol!yoongi x plus size!poc!reader

genre/AU: angst, fluff, smut, slowburn, coworkers2friends2lovers, winter setting, forbidden love,

word count: 6.5k+

warnings: oc is 28, Yoon is 30, oc is not originally from South Korea, oc has light brown eyes, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, body insecurities, fear of being blacklisted, emotionally restrained yoon, unstable parental relationships, conservative parents, rude Hybe executive that should be fired, bestie!tae is wonderful support 🥹, and cute yoon and oc interactions bc yeah....its thier first time actually meeting so it must be cute!

now playing: Sweet Dreams by The Last Shadow Puppets

a/n: YAHHH chapter one!! Ok i apologize if the meeting is so long and drawn out...I really tried to make it fun but so much info is needed too haha. Anyway this series is dedicated to my wonderfully crazy friend and sorta beta, Gloom @theuselessdaydreamingidiot, and to all our fellow Yoon lovers bc we miss our sweet man SO MUCH 🥺 Enjoy! 🥰 Also huge thank you to @itaeewon for designing this beautiful series header! Love it!!

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Winter in Seoul feels like stepping onto the set of your most beloved holiday film.

As the brisk air wraps around you, delicate snowflakes gather atop your head, urging you to cocoon in your finest wool trench coat. Yet, despite the chill, the sight of frost-bitten trees basking in the morning's golden rays offers a source of warmth and delight. Perhaps the most radiant tree of them all is the towering Christmas tree that sits proudly in the heart of the city. Adorned with shimmering red and gold baubles, the giant evergreen catches the eye of every person that walks by–both tourists and locals alike.

Nearby shopping malls buzz with holiday fervor too as shoppers scour for treasures, couples engage in friendly competition to find the ultimate gift, and children line up to take their picture with Santa. But the best part is when night falls. The whole city comes alive with joy and laughter as loved ones meet one another on the ice-skating rinks, while karaoke bars echo tipsy renditions of timeless songs sung by overworked professionals, each with a bottle of soju in hand.

Yes, Seoul is a place for making memories and you’re in the thick of it.

Having been in the city for three years, one might assume you’ve become well accustomed to the energy of the season. You've really grown to love it here. But adjusting to the new environment is still proving to be a challenge, the most outstanding being the prevailing beauty standards.

Massive billboards featuring stunning models serve as constant reminders of the type of beauty one should aim to achieve as you commute to work. Impossible to miss are the shining examples themselves – iconic k-pop groups Seventeen, Red Velvet, EXO, BlackPink, Mamamoo, TXT, and of course BTS plastered on the side of every flat surface imaginable. You’re not exactly complaining about that aspect as you’ve helped design a good handful of them as a top marketing and advertising professional. But the strict image of what constitutes a beautiful and worthy individual weighs on you more than you’d like.

While a conventional body type isn’t what you’ve been given in this life, you don’t consider yourself to be completely unattractive either. Having high cheekbones, a strong jawline, striking light brown eyes, good enough ass, and a full chest shouldn’t classify as undesirable. Still, you wish you’d adopt this more body positive mindset rather than your current overthinking one. It’s easier said than done, being that you not only see idols everyday on the streets in digital form but at work as well.

You continue further into city until a set of tall, glass doors meet you mere steps away. You tilt your head back to catch the name of the skyscraper before nearing the building’s sturdy, silver handle.

BigHit Music.

Feeling its cool metal under your fingertips, the door swings open with an easier pull than imagined to welcome you into the bustling lobby. You feel a rush of confidence return to you upon entering– this is your domain, this is where you truly shine.

“Did you get the files I sent to you?”

The woman nods her head in affirmation while sweeping a few pieces of her long, silky hair behind an ear. To strangers, she appears to look about 24 which is only four years younger than yourself but nonetheless she’s the same age as you. Hei-Ran is her name, meaning “graceful orchid” according to Korean translation.

Hei-ran is one of Hybe’s newest hires and based on her experience, a near perfect fit to being South Korean boy group Tomorrow X Together’s new marketing manager. Until about three months ago, this had been your job.

You never imagined giving up the position after three years of working in the role. But with December right around the corner Hybe had other plans for you.

"Graduated summa cum laude with a bachelors degree in BTech in Electrical and Electronics Engineering and a MBA in Marketing from NYU Stern. You worked two years as a brand manager for U.S record label Atlantic Records immediately after graduating, and are now working at BigHit Music as a marketing manager for TXT including liaison with their global marketing team.”

You recall Bang PD's voice vibrate in the back of your mind from mid-August. You thought you were called into his office to discuss details of TXT’s latest promo, so having your resume read back to you was a sweeping curve ball. Your determination must have far exceeded the heaviness you felt in your chest because before you knew it you, you were shaking hands with your boss in acceptance of your role – the new marketing director for Min Yoongi’s upcoming D-Day album & tour.

The tedious knot that’s formed in the nape of your neck reminds you that as surreal as the situation might be, it’s undeniably real.

Months spent drafting a comprehensive marketing proposal for D-Day; often until the wee hours of the night, inevitably takes its toll on even the mightiest of warriors. An entire new team of fifty people, all of who you’ll be in charge of orchestrating for the next eight months, doesn’t provide much to relief either.

You’re excited nevertheless. Working with one of the most respected artists in the music industry is an opportunity you couldn’t let slip by, especially since the album’s rock-inspired genre aligns closely with your own music taste.

“Thank you so much for helping me get settled __,” Hei-ran’s gentle voice returns you to the present. “I appreciate the time you’ve taken these last few months to train me despite the tight deadlines you have.”

Smiling, you shake your head. “It’s no problem at all and if there’s anything you need in the future, feel free to give me a call or stop by my office.”

“On the 16th floor right?”

“1656A. Take a left off the elevator and walk to the end of the first hallway. The door on the right is mine.”

Referring to any room on the 16th floor as your own is something you don’t take lightly. For one the offices are double the size of any other office spaces in the building. Yours in particular has a giant skyscraper window draped with heavy white curtains. Secondly, the floor above is the 17th floor which is exclusive to Hybe artists only.

"How's the proposal coming along, by the way?" Her curiosity is palpable, genuine in its nature. You’ve always appreciated that in an individual.

“It’s done,” you respond. “Only thing left to do is to prepare for our meeting with C-suite executives next Monday. It’s nearly perfect as is, but the presentation could use a bit of refining in terms of organization.”

Hei-ran is silent for a moment longer than usual before her next inquiry, which is undoubtedly the question on both of your minds. “I can't help but wonder what it'll be like to meet him for the first time,” she muses.

You don’t bother asking for clarification on who the “him” is; you’re already well aware that it’s Min Yoongi. The same subject has managed to intrude your own thoughts more and more as the date of meeting him draws closer. It's peculiar honestly, considering you’ve encountered him before.

Granted, it was only a small handful of times the hallway, both heading in opposite directions. Min Yoongi typically greeted you with a hoarse 'Good Morning' those instances, along with a curt nod of his head. You would nod back with a brief 'Morning' yourself. Deep down you feel he'd make a quality friend, though it's only a premonition. It’s not like you actually know much about him beyond those small exchanges.

"I'm not sure what to expect, honestly," you admit. "I imagine it'll be similar to previous professional collaborations—composed, focused, and intense. D-Day is poised to become a global sensation for the next year, so it's going to need our full, undivided attention."

Hei-ran gives a knowing nod. “Good luck __,” she wishes you well as you head towards the elevator doors. Breaks over, back to work.

After another late-night prep session for Monday’s D-Day proposal, you trudge through your apartment door well past 8:30 pm with an empty stomach and a throbbing headache. Good news is that your graphic design team seems to be well on track with their album mockups ready to present.

The same can’t be said for your U.S. promo team however, who required additional guidance on their projects. The social media team was in a similar boat. Somehow several of their members lost track of time and were convinced the proposal was still two weeks away.

Despite the hiccups, you managed to tie up the loose ends, but it meant that none of you got to leave early.

When you finally get to curl up in your fluffy sofa, a loud, exasperated sigh leaves your lips. Your lids flutter shut too as you rest your head against the soft cushion. Silently, you make one last mental rundown of all the tasks you checked off today.

Did you miss anything?

D-Day is the most crucial project you’ve ever taken charge of—you need it to be flawless.

When nothing pressing comes to mind, you grab the tv remote from your dark oak coffee table and aimlessly flip through the channels. You’ll unwind for an hour and then call it a night.

Ten minutes into an episode of Brooklyn Nine-Nine and the light chime of your phone's notification bell catches your ear.

Tae 💚: Haven’t heard from you all day. Everything alright?

Taehyung, your best friend. You smile fondly at his message as your thumbs hover over the reply button. He's always checking in on you. You and Taehyung have been friends ever since you first moved to Seoul and started working at Hybe. You didn't expect your friendship to become this strong, but both of you are sociable individuals, which led to discovering several unexpected commonalities. One of those is a shared love for jazz, which has been one of your all-time favorite genres for as long as you can remember.

You: yeah, I’m good. Just tired. Been working on D-Day's proposal for months and finally got it fully prepped for.

Tae 💚: Well, that's amazing news! You feel good about it?

You: I don't know. I’m definitely ready for this project but I’m also starting to feel a little burned out. The proposal is only the beginning you know, and it's already taking the wind out of me.

Tae 💚: Sorry to hear that 😞 I'm sure it must be draining, but I also know this is your territory. No one is more fit to head this project than you. Everyone thinks so. How about you take the weekend to rest?

You: Yeah...I'm watching B99 rn

Tae 💚: B99?! Without me?

You can't help but giggle. Somehow over the course of three years you've roped your best friend into becoming obsessed with your mindless sitcoms. You've done more than a handful of binge watching together, until all hours of the night.

You: Wanna come over for an hour?

The company might be nice.

Tae 💚: Be there in 20 🏃

Your door bells rings exactly twenty minutes after you and Taehyng finish exchanging texts. He's so prompt it scares you sometimes.

“Hey.” His deep, baritone voice greets you first, along with a friendly hug. Taehyung slips his snow covered boots off upon entering your apartment and hangs his wool jacket on your coat rack. His limited edition Gucci scarf is next. Taehyung loves the winter as it’s the time he can wear his most luxurious clothes.

“What’s this?” You peak inside a brown paper bag that Taehyung has conveniently set on your kitchen countertop. He flashes you a playful grin and gestures you to open it. Naturally, you're suspicious but it all washes away when a new, unopened bottle of whiskey presents itself. “Oh my god, you didn’t!" You swat his arm in a rush of excitement.

“I had to!" Taehyung opens a kitchen cupboard and grabs a glass from the top shelf. He's been in your apartment enough times that he’s grown comfortable with your place. That and he's also your best friend.

"With all the recent events you've had going on, I think it calls for a celebration." Taehyung expertly pours you a glass of the smooth, rich liquor and offers it to you.

“Thank you, Tae," you say, taking the glass from his hand. "Come sit down. Jake's about to sing I Want It That Way with the police lineup.” Taehyung pours himself a glass of Pinot Noir and follows your lead.

After about forty minutes of sitcoms and booze with your best friend you begin to feel yourself relaxing. Whatever challenges lies ahead, you know you'll be able to handle them one whiskey at a time.

All stream of thought is interrupted when your phone dings off again. It's now half past 9, who on earth is trying to reach you?

Fuck.

You tighten the grip on your phone as soon aa the message appears. Taehyung, previously occupied by the end credit scene, catches the sudden shift in your demeanor and calls your name but he's inaudible to you.

Mom: It’s been almost two weeks since we last heard from you. We know you're busy but your father and I want to know if you’ll be coming home. The holidays are coming up right? Why don't you use some of that time to come see us? There's someone we want you to meet.

"__, who is it?" Taehyung's voice manages to break your intense concentration.

“Just my mom.” You answer briefly, still averting eye contact.

“What’d she say?”

“She wants me to come home for the holidays.” You shut your phone off in an effort to calm yourself.

Unlike Taehyung your relationship with your parents has always been rocky. Expectations are set high from birth and you never see eye to eye. Likely, the only accomplishment that's earned genuine praise from them was when you accepted your initial job proposal with Hybe. A respectable career is only second to health to them after all. Your father was more torn with the news that you’d be moving hundreds of miles away than your mom however, not that you’re surprised.

Of course while having a healthy and respectable career is priority for your parents, there is no mistake that their greatest wish is to see their daughter married. A stable man with ample resources to provide her a secure home and healthy children is preferable.

You love your parents and you'll always be there for them, but you must admit that their traditional outlook is one you can never live up to. They tried setting you up dozens of times before, and tonight's request to have you come home "for the holidays to meet someone” is simply another attempt to marry you off.

Yes, you would like some sort of companionship in your life and you hope if you find it that they’ll approve. But giving your hand in marriage to the first notable suitor isn't your forte. You consider yourself to be an independent woman with a tender heart, and you'd rather be single for the entirety of your life than be forced into another obligation.

Preserving your independence is highly important to you. So no, you draw the line when it comes to relational affairs.

If only you could be firm and repeat all the above to them aloud, rather than within your own head— if only.

“So are you gonna go?"

You don't respond immediately, still weighing out your options. "Not sure," you murmur. "I don't really want to but maybe I should. I haven't gone home to see my parents since last year."

Taehyung recognizes the growing tension in your voice as well as the flushed expression playing on your face. He wishes he could take it all away but instead he moves closer to your side of the sofa and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry." He's silent for a moment before continuing. "Why don't you tell them you can't go because of work? There must be a number of things you'll need to get ahead of for Yoongi's album."

"True. But it's too easy, they won't buy that. I have to go."

"What if you say I invited you to celebrate with my family this year? We're going to a nice, cozy cabin a few hours north of here for Christmas."

The offer is temping and you know he means it but it's also not enough.

"No," you reject. "They'll think we're dating and ask to meet you."

"I'll do it!" Taehyung's voice lifts into a more playful tone, earning a soft chuckle from you.

"Very cute Taetae, but no. Neither of us are going to say 'that was a good idea' in the end, trust me. I'll have to make this decision on my own."

Taehyung grimaces slightly at your last choice of words. "I really think you should consider telling them you can't due to a full schedule. We don't get that much time off at the company any way. Don't your parents live at least 7-10 hours away? Come on, spend the holidays with me and the guys. Plus, it'll be my birthday soon. I want you there at my party."

When you look at your best friend to gently scold him for not so sneakily using the guilt tripping technique, he's pouting. Like a baby. Not even you can resist him with that face on.

"Fine. I'll think about it."

"Good," Taehyung chirps and snatches the tv remote to flip through episodes of Brooklyn Nine-Nine. "I want you to be around those closest to you, especially around the holidays. You're my badass best friend who deserves more than some stupid forced marriage to a guy with an unhealthy alpha male complex. Should we top the night off with one more episode by the way?"

You nod and Taehyung hits play on the remote. "Thank you," you coo, feeling a tad better.

The weekend is a blur at best and you’re back at the office before you realize. Of course this is no ordinary work day however, given that today signifies the day you officially start work as D-Day’s marketing director. You’ve been perfecting every detail of the proposal like a madman since the beginning, meticulously obessing over every element. Your new team members must have a pretty eye-opening understanding of what it’ll be like having you as a lead for the next year–you pity them to be honest.

Between your fingers clutches a small tube of lip balm, berry flavored with a faint tint to match. You love chapstick for some odd, inexplainable reason and you felt the need to apply a generous amount of it on your lips for good luck.

“No one’s here yet,” Yi-joon, one of the members of your graphic design team, speaks first upon stepping foot into your assigned conference room. Others hum, unsurprised. Being the ones leading the presentation, you’d be startled if anyone actually arrived beforehand.

A grand mahogany table, seating up to 14 individuals, boasts itself to you in the middle of the room with every chair lined in genuine black leather. Traditional seating arrangements have one chair at the head of the table, but today’s meeting has two, both positioned to face the wide presentation screen at the opposite end.

Undoubtably, they’re reserved for Bang PD and Min Yoongi.

A momentary shiver courses down your spine, yet fades quick when one of your team members asks if anyone's seen the remote to the projector. There’s no time for nerves to be acting up, you remind yourself calmly. Only 15 minutes remain until every C-suite executive in Hybe congregates into the room.

With a composed demeanor, you swiftly gather your thoughts and respond, "Try checking inside the podium. It's likely close by, but if not, we can always power it on manually." You then start delegating tasks to the rest of your team, mentally rehearsing key points of the proposal between each instruction.

Time appears to have vanished in the blink of an eye because in a matter of seconds a gentle breeze slips through the conference door, accompanied by the arrival of several Hybe executives. You offer a polite "good morning," which is briefly reciprocated as they take their respective seats around the conference table.

You count twelve at the table in total, including your own team.

"Sajangnim should be here in about–"

Hybe's Chief Finance Officer doesn't get to finish his sentence when an older gentleman in a freshly pressed suit walks through the door, fully immersed in conversation. The person following close behind him is none other than the man of the hour himself–Min Yoongi, fitted in a clean white dress shirt that's unbuttoned at the collar and sleeves rolled to the elbows. His soft, raven hair falls gently in front of his eyes, framing his face a little too well.

Unexpectedly, both your gazes shift from Bang PD and onto one another. His dark, intense eyes pierce through you as they observe you from the opposite side of the room. You're certain he recognizes you from your previous shared encounters, though you don't have the slightest clue what he's thinking. Min Yoongi has been known to be many things, but an open book isn't one of them.

He then walks in your direction until he's directly toe to toe with you for the very first time. Completely against your wishes, you feel all the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand straight. You've never officially met before.

"It's nice to finally meet you __-nim. Those nods we give each other in the hallway hardly count as a proper introduction." He extends a hand to you, offering you a sturdy handshake which you accept.

"Absolutely, it's a pleasure to meet you as well Min PD-nim," you say, smiling warmly. "I'm looking forward to working with you on your new album. I truly appreciate the opportunity."

For a split second, Yoongi allows his professional demeanor drop. "I should be the one thanking you. You'll be the one leading this whole operation right? So I'll be in your care."

You want to respond with gratitude, but you're not given the chance due to an authoritative voice speaking up from behind.

"Min PD-nim," Hybe's Vice President calls out to the man in front of you, requesting his attention.

Yoongi is hesitant to leave you mid-conversation but you assure him that it's alright. "Please, feel free to take a seat," you offer. "The presentations will begin soon."

A small, subtle smile graces Yoongi's lips before he turns around to take his seat beside Bang PD at the head of the table. He engages in small talk with Hybe's Vice President who's conveniently seated across from him. Yet despite their conversation, he's only half focused; his eyes repeatedly wandering back to you. At this point, however, you've already stopped looking at him.

"Good morning, all," you address the room when the time comes to commence the meeting. "We'll be getting started now that everyone's here. I'm sending down samples of the album design our graphics team has created for D-Day. Please pass them along." You hand the stack of copies to Hybe's Chief Technology Officer who smiles courteously.

"On behalf of my team and me, I want to thank you for joining us today to discuss our marketing strategy for Min PD-nim's upcoming D-Day album. Our agenda will be as follows," you guide everyone's attention to the presentation board, which provides a rundown of all the points you plan to cover for the remainder of the meeting.

"Let's begin with introductions. My name is ___ ___, I hold a Bachelor's degree in Electrical and Electronics Engineering from NYU Stern, as well as an MBA in Marketing. Over the past five years, I've worked in the music industry as a marketing manager. Three of those years were spent here at Hybe. The recent promotional campaign for TXT's The Chaos Chapter was lead by my previous team and me, resulting in a positive return on investment. Now, with a new team, I aim to achieve similar success with Min PD-nim's D-Day album."

Once you finish your introduction, you introduce each member of your team. This is soon followed by a brief introduction from each c-suite executive.

The whole room falls silent when you begin diving into the bulk of the proposal; every measurable objective, goal, and market analysis is shared for D-Day. When it comes time to present the brand guide and album design, you invite your graphics team to speak.

"You'll notice that we have two versions of Min PD-nim's albums on the sheet in front of you," Yi-joon refers to the mockups you handed out earlier. A few executives nod quietly as they study the proposed album packaging while Yoongi leans over to Bang PD. He's whispering something but you're far to distant away to hear. His expressions aren't telling either.

Does he like it? Does he not? You don't know.

Nevertheless, you give a subtle smile to Yi-joon as encouragement to continue.

 "We've opted for a sleek, pitch-black design for the first version, and a dusty brown for the second. The first version symbolizes the past, characterized by societal expectations and internal struggles, while the second represents the present and future, conveying a message of liberation. To complement these themes, we've selected a bold and daring font to exude the album's transparency. This design consistency extends to the album's contents; for instance, lyrical cards will reflect the respective color and style of the version they belong to."

Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer appears to be in approval with the entirety of the plan so far, yet it's short lived when a low voice interrupts.

"I think the vision of album's design aligns closely with mine, so I like what I see in front of me." Yoongi pauses and places the mockup on the table. "There's one aspect that I'd like to discuss in hopes of some insight however. I've been mauling over it for a while now."

"I'll do my best to–" Hybe's Chief Marketing Officer opens his mouth to respond yet closes it immediately when he notices Yoongi's gaze sharply shifts to you. It's a signal that it's your insight he specifically requests.

"Please go on," you reply.

"Regarding the name under which the album should be released, should it be 'Agust D' or 'Suga'? I'm personally biased towards Agust D because it holds more weight for me. It's close to my heart and the stories I have to tell as Agust D are heavier than those of Suga, right? The D even stands for Daegu, my hometown where I grew up and where my parents still live. Suga on the other hand is my stage name, which I have some identity in as well."

You don't answer immediately, preferring to carefully process everything he's said. Your team has already proposed to release the album under 'Agust D', yet he makes a valid point that 'Suga' is also a part of him.

"I understand that releasing the album under 'Suga' has its merit. However, I still support the original idea of releasing it under 'Agust D'. As you've mentioned, the name carries a deeper meaning, evoking memories, emotions, trials, and tribulations. I'd also like to emphasize that by releasing D-Day under 'Agust D', you can showcase who the real Agust D is. The collaboration with IU in People Pt. 2 already has you one step in that door."

Like you, Yoongi considers your words cautiously, weighing them in his mind. "Thank you ___-nim," he finally speaks. "Your perspective is reassuring. We'll proceed with releasing the album under 'Agust D'.

Following your short discussion, the graphics team continues presenting their design materials. Minor comments are made by Hybe executives, but Yoongi doesn't comment again until half-way into the social media segment.

"Why do we need to schedule this many Weverse Lives? People might get tired of seeing my face after so many in a row. ARMY will read, 'Min Yoongi started a live' and say to their friends, 'This is the fifth time in a row, is he in love with his own voice or something?'." His joke sparks a light in the room as Bang PD gives a chuckle.

"I don't think that's going to be an issue for you Yoongi," he replies. "Don't you know the strength of your own fanbase?" Bang PD's statement is undeniable. Everyone in the room is well aware of Min Yoongi's international fanbase who willingly stay up all hours of the night just to catch a glimpse of him. In fact, rather than seeing less of him, they hope to receive his live notifications more, as Yoongi isn't as active on Weverse as other idols.

It's clear that compliments like these aren't easy for Yoongi to take though, judging by the flushed look that subtly sweeps over his face. You'd react the same way to be honest.

"If I may Min PD-nim," you speak up, deciding to offer an alternative plan. "Leveraging Weverse Live to help promote D-Day will draw significant international engagement. We know that time differences pose to be a challenge which is why we proposed an increase of live sessions per week. However, we understand that going live this often might be exhausting. Would you consider reducing the frequency to once or twice a week instead?"

"I'm open to once a week but didn't we film the 'Suga: Road to D-Day' documentary for a similar reason? Won't it be too much to add more than two Weverse Lives throughout the entire promotional phase?" Yoongi's challenge is met with an unanimous hum of support from his fellow executives. You'd feel intimidated if you didn't already have a justification mapped out.

"The objective behind releasing 'Suga: Road to D-Day' on Disney+ differs from that of Weverse Lives," you rebuttal confidently. "While the documentary presents a structured behind-the-scenes view of D-Day's development, the Lives focus on building hype among your existing fans who know you well, will spread the word to their peers, and will likely pre-order the album. As you're aware, Lives are more personal and stripped down, allowing your fanbase to feel closer to you."

Thinking of no further objectives, Yoongi, still somewhat unsure, accepts your suggestion. "Once a week will be fine then. While we're still on the topic, do we know when 'Suga: Road to D-Day' is set to release on Disney+?"

"Our digital marketing and promo team will be reviewing the specifics of that soon," you inform. "Right now we have the documentary releasing April 23 of next year. The poster for the film will release a week and a half earlier on the 12th."

Rather than furthering the discussion, Yoongi sends an understanding nod your way which allows the social media team to resume their portion of the proposal. Recording more Weverse Lives than usual remains a pain point for him, but he's willing to move forward if it means connecting with his fanbase.

Alast, after what seems like three hours of social media; followed by financing & budget talk, the last team to present their material takes lead of the meeting.

"We'd like to provide a timeline for D-Day's promo schedule as a way to wrap up today's proposal," So-hyun from your digital marketing and promos team explains. "Promotions will begin April 10, 2023 and will run until April 25th. During this time the album's track list, concept photos, MV Teaser, and official MV will drop. As far as concert schedule, we're proposing April 26-June 24. These dates include U.S, Asia, and Korea Tours."

"We might need to rethink concert dates but for now I'm on onboard." Yoongi remains brief in his interjection, allowing So-hyun to continue.

"As far as other marketing channels, we plan to implement both print and digital methods including billboards, banners, paid search ads, and YouTube. We'd also like to reach out to a variety of magazines like Rolling Stones Magazine for interviews. If we want to extend our global reach even further, we can book a time slot on the Jimmy Fallon Show. Bare in mind that if we go this route, we'll need to decide fairly quick, as slots are in high demand."

You notice Bang PD whispering amongst Yoongi and his Chief Finance Officer when Jimmy Fallon is mentioned. Yoongi seems the least interested. Perhaps he isn't fond of being front and center of talk shows, you guess.

"When will we need a decision for the Jimmy Fallon Show?" Bang PD inquires for the group.

"No later than three weeks from now," So-hyun answers. "It's a tight deadline but it can been done if we get the official go."

Bang PD directs his attention to Yoongi who's chosen to be silent in this conversation. "What do you think, Yoongi? It's your call."

"Maybe," he says, "give me a day or two to think on it."

Another ten minutes of productive overview with your promos team pass and soon, you're standing up to adjourn the meeting. You have to admit that out of all the proposals you've given in your career, this goes right to the top.

Your team was phenomenal today, and despite the the fact that several Hybe executives are biting at the bit to finally go on their lunch break, you feel confident that everyone is leaving on the same page.

"Min PD-nim."

You're ears inevitably pick up the conversation in front of you as you make your way out of the conference room. Yoongi and his Chief Financial Officer are running through some quick numbers only a few steps steps ahead, but with everyone simultaneously rushing in the same direction, neither must have realized you were within earshot.

"There's no doubt that she's good at what she does," Hybe's Chief Financial Officer continues. "Still, it's hard to believe that she's only 27 or 28. A person should take better care of themselves don't you agree? Like our Eunchae for example."

If there was a way to erase what you just heard, you'd do so, because in an instant, all previous successes you felt from today's proposal shatters to the ground. You're no stranger to receiving these sorts of comments about your appearance, yet it leaves your confidence fleeting, along with any amount of resilience you've built.

Blinking back the tears that threaten to spill, you exit the conference room the first chance you get. You have no desire to stick around for Yoongi's reply.

Not long after you leave does you phone ring off.

Tae 💚: Hey! How's the meeting going? Still available to get lunch this afternoon? I'm heading to the cafeteria as I type this.

You: It went okay. But I don't think I'll be coming to lunch, just a lot to do. I'm also not that hungry.

You second-guess how convincing your message is, knowing that it's your best friend on the other line. Regardless, it's the only words you can come up with right now. You really do have a lot of work ahead of you though, at least that part is true.

Tae 💚: Are you sure? I was looking forward on hearing how the meeting went! Wasn't there something you had to give me too?

The meaning of the last line suddenly dawns on you as you make your way down the long hallway. How could you forget? You made Taehyung one of his favorite foods to surprise him for lunch; Japchae, a sweet and savory dish of stir-fried glass noodles and vegetables.

You: Right, sorry it slipped from my mind for a second. I'll meet you in the cafeteria to give it to you.

"Why won't you stay and eat with me?" Taehyung devours the homemade Japchae you made for him with delight, a pair of chopsticks clamped in his hand.

"I don't have much of an appetite, Tae."

You've already told him this twice already, clarifying that you'd be heading back to your office once you deliver his food. Evidently, he's not letting you slip away easily.

"Then take a break with me instead, even if it's only for ten minutes." You watch as your best friend swiftly pulls out the chair next to him from under the table, gesturing you to sit. "Tell me what's got you down," he says. "Did Yoongi say something to you? He can be a bit too outspoken with his opinions sometimes."

Feeling defeated, you slide into the chair. "No, the meeting was fine. I'm just overthinking something that happened."

You then proceed to explain what you overheard Hybe's Chief Finance Officer say about you from earlier, that you didn't look healthy enough for your age and using Eunchae as an example. The scowl that appears on Taehyung's face as you retell the incident is unmistakable–he's clearly pissed.

"First of all," Taehyung starts once you finish, jaw clenched. "Eunchae is 17 and is a part of a Korean girl group. She has an entire team dedicated to making sure her appearance is flawless. It's the idol life; trust me, I'm well acquainted with it, so it's not a fair comparison. Secondly, Hybe's CFO is an asshole who I'd replace in a day. I don't want you letting him make you feel insignificant just because you don't conform to his narrow idea of how a woman should look."

You appreciate Taehyung's efforts to cheer you up, though you remain unaffected. Besides, he still isn't aware of Yoongi's involvement since you purposely left that detail out due to their close friendship.

"Yeah, I don't know. We don't have to talk about it anymore." You decide to dismiss the topic entirely and reach for your phone, along with a pair of earbuds bundled in your pocket. "Wanna listen to something?"

Music has always bonded you and Taehyung's friendship, as you've frequently found yourselves fully immersed in timeless songs from King of Leon and Led Zeppelin together. Taehyung nearly accepts the offer to listen with you once again, but then he freezes all movement. An eager grin follows close after.

"Hyung!" His voice echos though the room, earning the attention of Min Yoongi who's just entered the cafeteria. This time, you feel nothing but discomfort when the man looks your way.

"I have some material I need to review from my promo team. I'll text you later, okay?" You leave your best friend no time to reply as you quickly rise from your chair, stick your phone in your pant pocket, and head for the nearest exit. Yoongi attempts to make eye contact with you on your way out, but you avoid it completely.

When he approaches Taehyung, he acknowledges your semi-odd behavior. "I didn't mean to make her leave," he states, joining the younger at the table.

Taehyung offers a light shrug in response. "Don't worry, you didn't. She had other matters to get to. Something with her team members I think."

Yoongi grabs a fresh clementine from a nearby fruit bowl and beings peeling it little by little. "You two must be pretty close if you're having your lunches together."

It's not hard for Taehyung to read between the lines of what his member is insinuating.

"We've been friends for a while," he clarifies. "Just friends, nothing else."

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➳ PAIRING: lee know x gn!reader

➳ GENRE: fluff, slice of life, silent/mutual pining, friends to (implied) lovers

➳ WARNINGS: none, just tooth-rotting fluff and simp!lino :]

➳ WORD COUNT: 1k exactly which is a bit long for a timestamp but are we surprised

➳ SUMMARY: you and minho are out with your friends one night. minho notices you won't leave his side.

➳ NOTES: wow i actually completed a fic and it wasn't for christmas LOL hope you enjoy <3 also i know the banner is lee know in a puffy coat but this is supposed to be a summer night timestamp and this was the closest photo i could find 😭 (and as always ty @ujimoo for helping me make a banner)

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“Ah, Y/N…” Minho says, lightly nudging you. “When are you gonna get off me?”

His voice, flat but gentle, cuts through the air around you, making the crickets chirping nearby sound like a mere pin drop. He doesn’t mean to sound rude, though his tone alone would have raised the eyebrows of strangers passing by. Luckily, there aren’t many people around to spare him weird glances this late at night.

It’s a genuine question, though. Instead of stomping around on the playground down the slope with your friends, you have effectively trapped Minho next to you atop a nearby hill. Your legs are outstretched before you, your shoes innocently tapping against his as you rock your feet side to side. Your arm sits comfortably next to his, and your head rests on his shoulder. He’s all but stuck now, like sap on a maple tree in January, and if you don’t move soon, he’ll be doomed to spend the rest of the night here in the grass.

He feels you shrug next to him.

“Hmm?” Minho hums. His eyes widen just slightly as you scoot closer. Your hand brushes against his, and your fingers lazily drum a pattern into the warm earth below you. He tries to ignore this and pokes you repeatedly in the arm.

“Come onnnn…” he says. “When are you gonna get up?”

Your quiet “I dunno” in response fills his ears.

“What do you meeeaaann, ‘I dunno’?” He makes a show of rolling his eyes, then clicks his tongue. “Why don’t you wanna get up, hmm?”

A scream echoes through the park and makes Minho look up for a moment. Changbin’s short figure flies through the air, his arms flailing. The swing behind him rocks erratically as he falls onto the mulch with a thud. Wooyoung points and cackles loudly from the swing next to him, but quickly lets out a shriek of his own and grips onto the metal chains. Further right, Jungwoo and Chaeryeong’s silhouettes chase each other around on the main playground equipment. Lampposts at the edge of the playground cast a dim yellow glow across the space, like the ones in retro film recordings. Minho can imagine the little “PLAY” icon floating at the top left of the scene, blinking periodically several feet above the dark blue awning.

He feels a light tap against his shoe again.

“Owww!” Minho feigns a cry. He picks up his feet and swipes them away from you in one swift move, the corners of his lips pulling down in an exaggerated pout. “Y/N, that hurt~ how dare you…” 

Looking back at you, you’re mindlessly clicking your feet against each other, and you’re still all cuddled up on his shoulder. His heart thumps a little louder in his chest when you shove your head closer to him.

“Yah, Y/N…”

“Hmm...” Your soft hum comes out more as a statement than a reply.

You flutter your eyes closed, your lashes gently batting against your skin. He heaves out a sigh, and the warm breeze tickles his cheeks with a light blush. It seems to have more mercy on you, though, as it delicately brushes your stray hairs away from your forehead, framing your face perfectly. Almost too perfectly. The crickets blend into the quiet air as he takes in the sight.

“Hey…” Minho tries one more time. He tilts his head slightly as he gazes at you. “Why don’t you get up? Our friends are waiting.”

The breeze picks up for just a moment, making you scrunch up your nose. Minho gestures down the hill. It’s getting more difficult to look away from you. “See?” he continues. “Playground's right over there. ‘S loads more fun than I am.”

Another shriek rings out from the playground area. Chaeryeong lies in an awkward position at the bottom of the slide. The wind picks up again at the same time, whistling against Minho’s ears right as Chaeryeong yells something at Jungwoo. All he can make out is another scream as Jungwoo tumbles down the slide and knocks Chaeryeong onto the gravel.

But a light tap sings louder to Minho than all of it.

Looking back at you, his eyes trace down, stopping where your fingers meet his arm. As light as a hummingbird’s wing beat, your fingers tap across his forearm and leave a path of spreading warmth in their wake. They seem to float in the air as they skip further down. Your touch, so faint and gentle, nearly lulls him to sleep. He lets his eyes fall shut.

It’s like Minho is at the beach for a moment, and your fingers brushing against his skin are the ocean waves calmly swaying over his feet. Then, he feels a sudden blast as a tidal wave crashes over him, its currents pulling him under and leaving him unable to breathe. His eyes snap open and right toward the spot where your hand has come to a gentle rest over the top of his own.

Minho’s eyes meet your soft ones. Your head is still comfortably nestled on his shoulder, and your cheeks seem to glow in the dark when you smile at him. For a moment, perhaps a moment too long, time comes to a still as he takes you in, watching you slowly melt into his side. You look so at peace, and he dare not disturb you, despite his urge to spring up and run down the hill and scream at Changbin. Thankfully, he’s too engrossed in the feeling of your hand on top of his to even try. He thanks his lucky stars once more that you’re also looking down at your hands, so you can’t notice the blood rushing to the tips of his ears.

Slowly, he spreads his fingers and gently threads them with yours. He glances at you, then looks down at his lap, a shy smile finally forming on his lips.

“Ah…” he says softly. “ Our friends can wait a little.”

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Christmas Preparations

summary: The Manor was full of bustling activity as everyone helped decorate for the upcoming holiday. Damian invited you over to help, he didn't intend for what happened next.

word count: 2,530~

warnings: pure fluff, a small reference to Jason & Martha/Thomas Wayne's passing.

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Christmas in the Manor was always a beautiful sight to see. Evergreens cascaded down every railing, accentuated with vibrant red ornaments and matching ribbons. Icicle lights were hung from every balcony as if snow itself made its way into the house. Wreaths, carefully adorned with their own lights and ribbons, lined each corridor to fill the hallways with warmth and light. 

Bells chimed under doorways where mistletoe lay hidden. Traditionally decorated trees, with vibrant ornaments and bright lights, stood tall in almost every room. The grandest tree of all was the centerpiece of the great hall, tall enough to be touched from the balconies of the second story. 

It was the iconic Wayne touch to every charity gala this time of year. Christmas could truly begin in Gotham once the star was placed atop that tree at the end of the Thanksgiving Speeches, where hundreds of people gathered to watch as the blindingly bright star was positioned just right. A toast and Christmas began.

But what truly made Christmas feel real, was up the staircases and into the den. A magnificent brick fireplace sparked to life in that room, shadows of red and orange spilled out of the room in the dark of night, welcoming every worn soul who wandered in. Just above the fireplace were seventeen stockings, all traditional red with gold embroidery spelling each name in swirly cursive. From Thomas and Martha all the way down to Alfred the Cat, each stocking was hung with care. 

“It’s a lot more uniform then I thought it’d be,” Damian heard you comment from below him. He hummed in response from atop the ladder, feeling the plush fabric of the stocking under his fingertips as he hung each one. 

“These stockings are purely for publicity’s sake, they aren’t our real ones.” 

“They aren’t?” He reached for another brick hanger from your hand. 

He lodged the metal onto the next brick over. “No, this is to keep nosy reporters happy.” 

You snorted, he caught the edge of your smile when he turned around slightly to grab the next stocking, a smaller one that read “Titus”. He turned around to refocus. “Where are your real ones then?” 

“In the cave,” he said simply, feeling as though it was absolutely normal for a family to have a separate set of stockings hidden underground. All personalized and barely matching, ranging from traditional red to eggplant purple to knitted white, they were home, all seventeen of them. With what started as Bruce and Alfred’s old stockings from Bruce’s childhood, slowly gained more traction as Dick entered the scene. 

They couldn’t find a matching stocking, as the ones from before were old, worn, and used, so Dick found the closest he could: red with simple white embellishments. It couldn’t dream of matching the embroidered names on the older stockings, or the ribbon that tied around them, but it was his, he had a home. Then came Jason’s plaid, hung always, even when it was  empty some years later. 

Then Barbara’s fancy stocking, with plaid sections and embroidered designs. Tim’s knitted white and Steph’s vibrant purple followed soon after. That was the year Tim found the Mr. & Mrs. Wayne stockings that matched Bruce and Alfreds, the same color and swirly cursive. 

Three stockings were empty that year. 

Then Damian’s own velvet green, a dark emerald. That year came the four small stockings, plaid with the pet names written in Damian’s handwriting. Cass chose a midnight black, the stars of Gotham caught in the fabric with glittered thread. Duke who followed shortly after, with his white and filled with gold embellishments. And Selina, who flickered in and out before solidifying her place in the family with her own cozy stocking, cat and all. 

They were clunky at best. Each year a new stocking was hung aside the rest but they all remained in age order on the cave walls. Some, for the members who picked them out at stuck young ages, had childish handwriting on its top. Others had stockings that matched their homes while for others, this was their first stocking ever. 

Barely the same height or size, they looked slightly off, but they were always endearing. 

It was a slice of normal in the chaos of this family, yet even the normal had the same cozy feeling of mayhem. 

Even now, with the manor bustling with activity, it just seemed normal to Damian, the chaos of the holidays was something he’d grown used to. There was so much decorating to be done this week as the Wayne’s prepared for the biggest event of the year. All hands on deck as all of you scrambled around the manor to decorate every inch of the place. 

Poor Alfred couldn’t decorate the entire place alone (as much as he wanted to), instead, he focused his efforts on creating the delicious dishes that would be catered at the event. Jason was more than happy to trade pie recipes while keeping Roy from raiding the pantry and Kori far from the oven. Wrapping paper was strewn across the floor of the Great Hall as the trio of Cass, Barbara, and Steph wrapped empty boxes to place under the tree, for a grand tree would look pitiful without its vibrant gifts underneath. The room was a mess and tape was caught on everyone’s feet, but the laughter filled the air.

Bruce and Selina were off hanging mistletoe and wreaths while Tim and his friends were up on the rooftop hanging lights—you didn’t know why that chaotic bundle of friends was allowed up there but you trusted the indestructibility of the Core Four helped. Dick and Wally were out on the lawn figuring out the tangled mess of lawn displays, and by that, you knew Dick was doing most of the work while Wally kept commenting about how much faster he could make this go. (“No powers outside the cave, KF.”) Somehow Duke ended up helping after that tangled mess got the two stuck together.

So here Damian was, with you, tasked with putting up the numerous fake trees in the main rooms of the manor only to get sidetracked when you found the gorgeous red stockings. 

“Have you put the other stockings up yet?” you asked him. You held the ladder in place as Damian leaned over slightly to reach for the last stocking placement. 

“Not yet,” Damian spoke, “I imagine they’ll be put up later tonight now that everyone is here.” 

With the stocking box now empty, he climbed down from the ladder and collapsed it swiftly. He caught your eye when you picked up the empty box. “It sounds like fun. Do you have a tree down there, too?” 

Damian took note of your smile, watching the fire light dance in your eyes. He blamed the warmth for why his hands felt so fidgety against the metal of the ladder. He turned away to put the ladder off to the side, diverting his attention to the unopened boxes. 

“We do. It's abysmal, I don’t think a single tree should hold so many ornaments, especially when those ornaments are outdated. Father doesn’t admit it, but he is getting nauseatingly sentimental.” He heard you break down the box from behind him as he opened the long one that held the tree for this room. 

“I think you just don’t want to see your old middle school photos printed onto ornaments,” you teased. You remembered the photos Dick showed you the second he found out Damian brought a friend over, far too happy for this kind of information. “You looked very adorable with your ruffled hair and scowl.” 

“It was not supposed to be ruffled,” Damian retorted, “and I was scowling because I spent all morning perfecting my hair only for some imbecile to ruin it.”

Your laugh cut through his defense with ease, his shoulders relaxed slightly from their defensive position. “You say that, but you scowl all the time, Dames, even right now.” You poked his cheek with the butt-end of a box cutter. 

He slapped it away and scowled even harder to spite you. Instead, you laughed, with crinkles around your eyes and vibrant fractals dancing across your pupils—he couldn’t keep the scowl on any longer, though he tried.

You both unpacked the parts of the tree and set to building it one section at a time. Damian paused when he held two branches. 

“You’re building it wrong,” he noted. 

Your head popped out from behind the tree, surrounded by tiny pieces of green plastic. “No I’m not.” 

“Yes you are.” He held up the uneven lengths of green PVC. “This one is longer than the center part you already connected, this,” he lifted the section of tree in his hand for emphasis, “is supposed to go on first, then that one.” 

Your eyebrows scrunched slightly and Damian hated how he noticed the tip of your nose moving in tandem. You cimbled out from inbetween the corner of the room and the tree to look at it from his perspective. 

“Huh,” you said. He could hear the stumped consonants in your voice that made your confusion obvious. “You’re right.” 

“Of course I’m right.” 

You bumped his shoulder hard. “Arrogant ass.”

Damian bit back a snort. 

Four sections of spiky plastic and a million branches to unbend, Damian’s hands felt a million prickles in them. A sharp jab as opposed to the heat that radiated from the crackling fireplace beside him. 

“Should we put tinsel on this tree like the one in the drawing room? Or focus on ornaments like the one we did in the dining hall?” 

Damian turned around to see you holding up a silver garland of tinsel in one hand and a tube filled with colored ornaments in the other. His eyes flickered between them both but couldn't help the apathy he felt towards either option. 

“You choose,” he settled on, the same answer he gave when you asked this question every other time you set up a tree. 

You huffed, “You’re no help.” 

The corner of his mouth twitched upwards. He busied his hands with the cord connected to the tree and its matching remote. 

“You would end up choosing the one you preferred either way, it’s much simpler to let you choose from the start.” Plastic poked the sides of his body as he leaned through the branches to plug in the tree. 

“I would not!” you scoffed, “I respect your decisions so long as you make the obviously correct one.”

Damian rolled his eyes, knowing that you could tell by his lack of response. When he leaned back out, he saw you had picked the tinsel. He looked at you with a bored expression. “You chose tinsel?” 

“Yes?” you responded, as if you were offended he doubted you. You matched his judgment with your own easily. “I want to try the falling tinsel look.” 

“Falling tinsel,” Damian repeated back slowly, not quite understanding your artistic vision. 

You hummed, sure of yourself as you made your way to the tree. “Like this.” You plucked a few strands of tinsel from the garland and draped them over a single branch to make it look like the tinsel was similar to that of falling icicles.

The tinsel shifted as you shoved the garland towards him. “You try.” 

“You want me to dismember the tinsel.”

“Don't be so morbid.” He watched you smile despite the roll to your eyes. “It’s not like the tinsel is sentient.” 

“I suppose not.” Damian ripped a few strands off himself, feeling the aluminum coating soothe the earlier pricks on his hands. Together, you draped silver across as many branches as you could see, even the ones at the back of the tree despite Damian’s protests. 

“You can’t even see it.” 

“So?”

He let you work, holding the garland for you to reach as you squeezed behind the tree. Eventually, you stepped out as Damian picked up the tinsel that lined the floor. “I think it needs some ornaments,” you said softly, no doubt speaking to yourself.

Damian peered upwards at the tree and hummed in agreement. Soon enough, every other branch held up a sleek round ornament that shifted in the firelight, reflecting the soft glow of the room. 

“Turn on the lights, Dames. I wanna see how it looks.” 

He clicked the remote on and the tree bursted to life. Small bulbs of color illuminated the entire room with vibrant hues of Christmas. It was no doubt the best tree you’d done today, perfectly timed for it was also your last. 

“It’s beautiful,” your voice was soft and full of wonder. 

Damian’s eyes followed yours around the tree, remembering each tinsel that your hands placed so carefully and each ornament you debated placements for. He could see you in the creation of something so beautiful, purely because you had made it. 

His eyes jumped to the top. “It’s not quite done yet.” 

Your eyebrows scrunched in thought, it was a flicker of a movement before it smoothed out, but Damian saw it just in time before it slipped into obscurity. Slowly, a smile crept onto your lips. “The star! I almost forgot.” 

The giddy and excitement in your voice was enough to rub off on Damian. His heart felt a flutter as his body filled with coziness. He watched from beside the tree as you dug for the topper from the boxes. 

“Here it is,” you said, holding up the gold encrusted decoration, sparkles and diamonds covering the entire surface of the lavish item. “Put it up there,” you handed the star out to him. 

Damian shook his head slightly. “You should do the honors.” 

You gave him a deadpan look. “Do you honestly think I could reach that high? You do it.” 

And ruin the moment between you and your creation? “I’d rather not,” he said. “I’ll lift you.” 

A soft snort escaped you. “There’s a ladder that’ll work just fine.” 

“I already put it away. Just come on, unless you’re a coward?” Damian challenged, his arms stretched towards you that left very little room for you to argue. You shook your head, not surprised in the slightest. You slowly walked towards him with the topper secure in your hands.

Damian felt his heartbeat ring in his ears as his arms wrapped around your upper thighs. It only got louder as you balanced yourself with your hand on his shoulder, a whirlwind of annoying butterflies pattered against his lungs and chest. He looked up, breathless, as you reached for the top of the tree, much easier now that you could reach. 

From here, he saw the stars in your eyes as the vibrant lights reflected onto your skin in small bursts of green, red, and yellow. Your smile was nearly as bright as the room around you both, with its fire and lights, Damian swore he could see the brightest star of all trapped in your happiness. The tree was no longer beautiful simply because you created it, it was a reflection of the beauty he saw in its creator. 

And all at once, the world stopped. 

Oh. 

Oh.

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“Are you doing Secret Santa this year?”

“Yeah, but I got Chloe, and you know she never likes what anyone gets her, and she always comes in under the dollar amount by as much as she can get away with.  That wouldn’t be so bad, except she brags about it.  You were supposed to be getting me a Christmas present!  Why is it appropriate to tell me that you saved seventeen dollars out of a twenty dollar budget?  It’s like, come on, Chloe, read the room.”

“At least you don’t have to put too much effort into whatever you get for her.”

“True.  It’s just going to wind up at next week’s White Elephant party no matter what.  Ooo, maybe I should get some of that bodywash I like!”

“Isn’t she allergic to that?”

“Show me where I care.”

Santa—true Santa, Santa prime, Santa in the sky with reindeer—is not a small god.  Santa will insist that he isn’t a god at all, but he carries the hopes and prayers of children, monuments are built in his honor, and priests garb themselves in replicas of his raiment to grant absolution.  He is a god, like it or not, and he is not a small one.  He stands outside the purview of our chronicles.

Krampus, while he once had a shot at the big sleigh, lost that bid thanks to a less than marketable image and a fondness for stuffing naughty children into his sack, and has since settled in to a slightly narrower sphere of holiday cheer.  And while he still does all the traditional Krampus things—lots of respect for tradition at the North Pole—his main sphere of influence is a little more adult in nature.

When you think “I could pocket half the budget” or “I don’t like Becky from HR enough to get her anything good,” Krampus is there.  Putting you on the naughty list, remembering your name.  When you think “peanuts are delicious, who cares if she’s allergic, maybe she’ll give them to me,” Krampus judges you even if no one else can.

Judges, but doesn’t stop.  Because there are many ways to punish the naughty, and they don’t all end with childhood.  He can’t truly live as he desires unless you sometimes misbehave.

Disappoint Krampus.  Be a good Secret Santa this year.

His sack is waiting.

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[dark-elf-writes]

🎭 For WSTS Harry.

Send in a character or characters and an icon and I’ll give you…

🎭 A headcanon about what they lie about

Everything.

The hat told Harry he could have been a snake before placing him in the lions den. He hasn’t really felt like either of those. If asked, Harry would say he feels like a spider, sitting in his web of carefully crafted lies that he has been cultivating for as long as he can remember.

“I’m not hungry,” The five year old version of him says to a teacher, smiling through the hunger pains with his hand holding onto her desk so the lightheadedness doesn’t send him to his knees. Her smile is sad as her mouth forms an unfamiliar name. (Not Freak or Boy but a name that was tossed at his feet as an afterthought. Abandoned, just like he had been and left to the very last second. He isn’t sure how he feels about it.)

“I’m sorry I was bad” The ten year old version of him says through clenched teeth, eyes down and suppressing the trembling of his arms through sheer force of will. The truth doesn’t matter here, not in this world where the Dursleys rule and Harry is left to scramble for the scraps they leave behind: broken army men and bread crusts clenched in too small hands. Dudley smiles from outside the room, content that his rightful place is upheld.

“I’m not crying” the eleven year old version of him gasps, wiping away the tears with rough hands as he forced himself to laugh, to pull back from the only warmth he has ever known and try, desperately, to remind himself how to breathe. Hermione has returned from Christmas break and the hug she gave him was automatic, thoughtless. Like he deserves it just by merit of being there. It’s the first hug he has ever had. He wonders if they always feel so warm.

“You don’t scare me,” the fourteen year old version of him spits at a monster. The body of his classmate, his friend, lays across the graveyard and the bones of the lost, the hated, dig into his feet through his too-thin shoes. Voldemort can touch him now, Harry doesn’t think he has ever been more terrified in his life.

“I’m ready to die,” The seventeen year old version of him whispers, trembling lips pressed to the cold metal of the snitch. He isn’t surprised when it opens, revealing the stone he had been looking for all this time. He isn’t surprised when they show up either, the faces of those he has loved and lost. Lairs too as they tell him death is nothing to be afraid of. That it is a release. (He should have known better. There is no happy ending planned for him. No gentle goodnight. He is a weapon, a soldier, with hands painted red with blood and steel in his spine. There are no happy endings for someone like him.)

“I’m just not tired,” The nineteen year old version of him laughs, all broken glass and shattered bone as he hikes a screaming toddler higher on his hip. A baby raising a baby. He hasn’t slept in nearly a week now, hasn’t been able to sit more than a few minutes at a time with the need to move pressing against his skin. Like it has been since he woke up, a five days ago, with the aching raw edges of his scar surrounding his eye and the knowledge that he shouldn’t be alive once again threatening to shatter him entirely. Once was an accident. Twice is a pattern.

“I love you” the twenty year old version of him tells a man with cold silver eyes and a painted on smile. It doesn’t feel like a lie, not like the other ones have, but it enters the web all the same. It takes Harry four more years to realize why.

“It’s not that bad,” He says now, not meeting Shouta’s dark eyes as his thumb traces over the words carved into the back of his hand. The words he had laughed until he sobbed when he realized they would forever be a part of him. ‘I must not tell lies’ as if he knows how to do anything else. The words Shouta always gravitates to like he understands. Another hand, rough in different places but just as familiar as the one tracing those scars, hooks under his chin and drags his eyes up to meek soft smoldering red.

(He had hated red eyes for so long, had been driven from what little sleep he managed to get with them chasing him, with them looking back at him in the mirror, but now he wonders why he had been so afraid. The man, yes, would always hold court in the darkest parts of his mind, but the color… he was realizing was quite beautiful.)

“You don’t have to lessen yourself for us,” Hizashi whispers, so quiet compared to their larger than life persona outside of the safety of this dorm. “You don’t have to pretend that it’s no big deal. If you’re not ready to talk about it, that’s fine, but please don’t pretend that what happened to you is okay.”

Harry doesn’t know what to say to that. Doesn’t know what to say to a lot of the things Shouta and Hizashi tell him, but for the first time in his life he thinks he doesn’t want to lie anymore.

[wqnwoos]

okay bestie so you know how your other mutual / the anon (I can't quite remember) did the whole "assign your mutuals as seventeen members"? now i need to know what going seventeen episodes you'd assign us as 💚

i am convinced i know who you are anon but. YES OKAY. i’m sorry i can’t do everyone 😭 i was running out of ideas.

@ikigaisvt — insomnia zero!!!!!! bc ur so much fun and i have the best time talking to u about literally anything and a lot of the time we talk at night and i have to try and hold back my laughter.

@selenicives — debate night. because we really have the randomest conversations but i enjoy them sooo much 🫶

@etherealyoungk — finding kwon soonyoung!! i think since your very first hoshi request i just associate you with hoshi🫶

@hannyoontify — best friends!! i don’t even know why i think it’s just the vibes. like that episode was so iconic and hilarious and so are you 🫶🫶

@yoongiphoria and @eoieopda — court eyes that see the truth. i’m sure you can guess why 😭😭😭

@glowunderthemoon — christmas in august!! watching seventeen play video games was so fucking entertaining 😭😭 i genuinely didn’t think i’d be having that much fun? and i always have fun with you so 💗💗

i wish i could do more!! i’m sorry to all my other moots who i just,,, left out 😭😭 my brain isn’t working very well. i have the gose playlist spread out in front of me but. IM SORRY </3

[i-uranus]

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[allylikethecat]

talk shop tuesday!

ally! how are you?

i was reading through all the asks and i was having the best time reading about the matties lmao anons just kept going and going and i love it 😭 also, i’m glad pop is well!

today was pretty uneventful, i sat on the phone disputing a charge on my bank account today ugh but i finally got the bank to give me my money back so i can’t complain there. oh but i did catch up with some friends i hadn’t seen in a while over the weekend and that was lovely

todays update: i was extremely surprised by our update today!!! i loved it sm while atkh matty has my (and everyone else’s) heart rn, it’s good to hear from my first favorite, infection!verse matty <3 unfortunately he wasn’t doing too hot but that’s not a shock lol, what DID shock me was that we are exploring different birthdays! i thought from the first chapter we were gonna continue with matty being 28 and leading up to the attempt form the og storyline!! I love the attention the detail you always add to your work. it just shows how much you love the fandom and how much you care for your own work. like mentioning the balloon wanting to be held, and the reference to the real cake photo lol

talk shop tuesday!!

when you’re in a creative slump, what’s something that usually helps?

do you have anyone you share your work or ideas with before us?

- 🥤

also if my asks are way too long please don’t be afraid to tell me it won’t hurt my feelings i will tone them down if you want because i just word vomit and send it in 😬

HELLO MY DEAR SMOOTHIE ANON,

First off, please NEVER apologize for sending a long ask omg I get SO EXCITED whenever I see you in my inbox omg the only thing better than asks/fic comments are LONG asks and fic comments so thank you so so much for feeding my soul with these. I apologize that I am about to type out the longest ever response lol

Second, Happy Talk Shop Tuesday! Thank you for indulging me in my favorite day of the week 🩵 Pop and I appreciate the well wishes. After sending me spiraling last week and costing me lots of money the little fucker has decided that he is "totally fine now" and he hasn't even started his new expensive medication yet because it had to be special ordered 😑 The official verdict is that he was sore after playing too hard in turn out so really he's just an idiot who did it to himself. I rode him before work today and when I got to the barn he was bucking and playing on the walker. I was like SIR YOU ARE SEVENTEEN PLEASE STOP and then he was his version of wild for our hack - he just wanted to zoom. 🤦🏻‍♀️ LOL the Multiple Fictional!Matties of madness! I was giggling so hard yesterday answering all those asks. Those anon(s) are iconic and I am so grateful to them for indulging me and sending us down such a fun rabbit hole (or at least... I thought it was fun)

I'm happy to hear that you had an uneventful day, sometimes those are the best kind of days! I'm also very glad to hear that you were able to dispute the charge and get the money back from the bank! That kind of stuff is always so stressful 😭 I also hope you had a lovely time with your friends this weekend!

AHH I'm so happy to hear that you enjoyed today's update! I know it probably wasn't the one ~the people~ were hoping for, but I had a lot of fun working on it and have been not so patiently waiting to post it lol (plus that one anon a while back did always say it was best to post that fic chaotically when it was least expected!) ATKH Fictional!Matty might be the current favorite child, and I am SO GRATEFUL that for all the love that he has received! But Infection Verse Fictional!Matty will always be the OG favorite child lol

I'm glad I was still able to surprise you with the fics direction! I took a page out of The A&E Fic's book and decide that each chapter was going to follow a different birthday / year instead of it being one "moment" in time like the Christmas Fic (the Christmas Fic was supposed to just be a very long one shot though RIP) Don't worry, we will still eventually return to twenty eight year old Fictional!Matty and his very not great year and subsequent inpatient treatment / adjustment to his new normal after. I also really want to write about Infection Verse Fictional!Matty and Fictional!George getting together as teenagers the first time. I swear I'll write those fics eventually I love the infection verse too much to leave it fully lol I'm excited for the next birthday - any guesses how old fictional!Matty will be turning? 😉

Including the cake was a last minute decision - someone had sent me that photo a few weeks ago and I was like omg I must include it somehow! And the balloon thing is one of my favorite little details - ever since reading that New Yorker article I've been trying to weave that little detail / feeling into all the different infection verse fics.

TALK SHOP TUESDAY TIME

When I'm in a creative slump I usually put on my writing playlist (lol I listen to The Chainsmokers when I write because millennial) and just write something, anything. I make myself write at least 500 words a day, whether it's for a fic, my own original fiction, or literally anything. By making myself write SOMETHING everyday, I'm usually able to push through my creative slumps because even if it sucks I did write *something* which usually helps keep me from getting too in my head if that makes sense? Chatting about fic with a few mutuals has also been very helpful as well!

In terms of sharing my work / ideas with someone before posting about it on here- I used to share it with my bestie but then she got a new boyfriend and decided she wasn't into fandom or fic anymore so out of respect for her I have stopped doing that, I do now have a very beloved trusted mutual on here though that I usually spit ball ideas with now and then I am very, very grateful for them!

Thank you SO MUCH for sending such a truly fantastic ask! I apologize for writing a novel in response, if you've made it this far thank you SO MUCH for reading and for the continued support! I hope you continue to enjoy my fics and I look forward to your next ask 🩵 I hope you enjoy Friday's ATKH update and that you are having a wonderful Tuesday and a fantastic rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[history-of-heidi]

this artistic room of ours.

It was a year full of work and hectic schedules. I was happy to continue working hard as an artist and being a representative and member of our group, SEVENTEEN. After our world tour concert, we were able to take a break for a few days to spend day-offs with family and take a rest as well. The members were not able to spend the Holidays with their loved ones due to our schedules but we still celebrated and enjoyed Christmas and New Year together as a group and with our beloved CARATs. I was on hiatus to rest and take care of myself after my ankle surgery and I’m doing very well today, keeping myself healthy. Since we were given time to rest, the members visited their families and some went to travel countries while the others had their time for themselves to rest. I went to Jeju Island with my family to spend our time together on a trip. I have also visited this place together with Dokyeom and Seungkwan who grew up in this hometown and toured us around the island. This is where the iconic fight behind a lovely selca took place. HA-HA-HA! It was really funny and memorable. However, I was happy to pay a visit once again, now with my family. Here are some pictures I took while we were at Arario Museum Tapdong Cinema in Jeju. Exquisite artwork from a variety of artists, such as Andy Warhol, Ugo Rondinone, Kohei Nawa, and others, is on show throughout the art gallery. a museum of modern art housed in an abandoned structure in Tap-dong, Jeju’s historic city. As the structure has undergone few restorations, the museum features sentimental remnants of the original neighborhood in addition to its collection of modern artistic creations. A physical medium, such as sculpture, painting, film, dance, writing, photography, or theater, is used to portray ideas and feelings. You might dedicate your entire life to painting if you enjoy the creative process. It is the capacity to appreciate beauty in art and discern the message conveyed by the creator. It entails studying the fundamentals and aspects of art as well as the cultural and historical settings in which artistic creations were made. CARAT-deul! Make sure to lend time for your families during your break or day-offs, you could also take them on a trip or dinner outside. Please create memories with them as possible. That’s all for today, I will be back on my schedule as soon as possible. I missed you, CARATs! Hannie-hae! ♡