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andsua · 6 months ago
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¡ GirLz !
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wendyzone · 1 year ago
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GHIBLI LINE layouts! like or reblog if you save/use. ❄️⛄
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howlingrush-krp · 5 months ago
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As of July 8th, these faceclaims are available:
MONSTA X: Son Hyunwoo (Shownu)
TWICE: Im Nayeon
AESPA: Kim Minjeong (Winter)
ACTOR: Wang Zhuocheong
SOLOIST: Park Jaebom (Jay Park)
SHINEE: Kim Kibum (Key)
ACTOR: Lee Dongwook
AESPA: Yu Jimin (Karina)
SEVENTEEN: Kim Mingyu
SEVENTEEN: Choi Seungcheol
ATEEZ: Kim Hongjoong
Interested in joining? Check out our GUIDELINES and APPLY!
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petekaos · 2 years ago
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only on my third watch of beyond evil did i realise that dongsik was the 상주 / chief mourner at minjeong’s funeral and now tears are streaming down my fucking face 🤣🔫
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eonrry · 2 years ago
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Everybody come have yourself a Beautiful Christmas
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dailykoreanpop · 2 years ago
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[Red Velvet/aespa] 2022 Winter SMTOWN : SMCU PALACE
Credit: RVsmtown 
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kpop-girlsworld · 2 years ago
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GOT The Beat
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faebled-stories · 28 days ago
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𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒗𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕
Check out my announcement here.
Q&A Announcement (Posted Nov, 24)
Main Masterlist
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Poll Winner: Praise Kink – Jang Wonyoung, IVE
Day 1: Virtual Reality – Jeon Heejin, LOONA/ARTMS
Day 2: Roleplay/CNC – Shin Ryujin, ITZY
Day 3: Blackmail –  Baek Jiheon Fromis_9
Day 4: Mirror Sex – Park Jihyo, TWICE
Day 5: In Heat – Liz (Kim Jiwon), IVE
Day 6: Threesome – Kim Yoohyeon and JiU (Kim Minji), Dreamcatcher
Day 7: FemDom/Immobilized – Han Julie, Kiss of Life
Day 8: Glory Hole – Huh Yunjin, Le Sserafim
Day 9: Spanking – Jang Kyujin, NMIXX
Day 10: Mind Reader – Kwon Eunbi, Soloist
Day 11: Suspension/Stuck Play – Nakamura Kazuha, Le Sserafim
Day 12: Size Queen – Lee Chaeryeong, ITZY
Day 13: Werewolf – Son Hyeju, LOONA/Loossemble
Day 14: Oral –  Lee Chaeyoung (ISA), StayC
Day 15: Breeding – Winter (Kim Minjeong), Aespa
Day 16: Mile High Club – Oh Haewon, NMIXX
Day 17: Massage – Ahn Yujin, IVE
Day 18: Voodoo Magic – Karina (Yu Jimin), Aespa
Day 19: Face Sitting – Cho Miyeon, G-IDLE
Day 20: Tender/Body Affirmation – Joy (Park Soo-young), Red Velvet
Day 21: Free Use – Eunha (Jung Eunbi) GFriend/VIVIZ
Day 22: Cuckqueen – Belle (Shim Hyewon) and Won Haneul, Kiss of Life
Day 23: Friends with Benefits – Choi Lia, ITZY
Day 24: Tentacles – Fukutomi Tsuki, Billlie
Day 25: Deflowering/Mommy– Irene (Bae Joohyun), Red Velvet
Day 26: Collaring – Kim Hyunjin, LOONA/Loossemble
Day 27: Sex Dungeon – NingNing (Ning Yizhuo) Giselle (Uchinaga Aeri) Aespa
Day 28: Size Difference Kink – Im Yeojin, LOONA/Loossemble
Day 29: Public – IU (Lee Jieun) Soloist and Kang Seulgi, Red Velvet.
Day 30: Orgasm Control/NNN – Natty (Anatchaya Suputtipong), KIOF
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carpkoinobori · 4 months ago
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[†] thursday girl — giselle x reader
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[𖤐] 1/1 [please be aware this is all fiction! none of this is real and idols behavior is not accurately represented.]
song(s): abbey - mitski | wife - mitski | goodbye, my danish sweetheart - mitski | circle - mitski | shame - mitski | once more to see you - mitski | thursday girl - mitski | pink in the night - mitski |
summary: you debut in SM’s newest girl group. The industry isn’t what you thought it’d be. It’ll be fine, right? or , more accurately: a girl’s guide to breaking all ten commandments.
pairing: giselle x aespa member!reader
to be honest the dynamic is more like the apple x the snake x eve
tags: angst, happy and open ending, literally just angst though, reader is raised catholic
wc: 7.3k
cw: dieting, eating disorders, religious trauma, catholic guilt, homophobia, internalized homophobia, comphet, mild implied sexual content, creepy variety show hosts and fans mentioned, the mortifying ordeal of being a girl
ex: not beta read, reader is third oldest/youngest - middle of five. reader’s stage name is Eve.
a/n: leaving this warning here. I was raised catholic. if you find negative mentions of organized religion upsetting, this one isn’t for you. NOT BETA READ ONCE AGAIN
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psalm 32:1-5 Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered. Blessed is the man whose sin the Lord does not count against him, and in whose spirit is no deceit. When I kept silent, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer. Then I acknowledged my sin to you, and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, ‘I will confess my transgressions to the Lord’— and you forgave the guilt of my sin.
——————————————————————————————————— debut.
that’s what you’ve been working towards your entire life, what you hungered for, what you wanted.
since your early teen years, you’ve dreamed of debuting. You loved to perform, to sing, to dance— that’s why you were in your church’s choir group. The advent show, the way of the cross, everything— you were there.
did your parents approve of you being an idol? Absolutely not. They tried to convince you to settle down with one of the nice churchboys, the son of one of their friends. He was.. nice, okay looking. But you just didn’t like him. You dreamt of falling in love, being swept off your feet into happily ever after— but for most of your life, you had never even had a real crush! You must just not have found the right guy yet. It only counted when it was with a boy.
you auditioned for SM, and miraculously, you got in. Your days were spent training, dancing, weighing, singing, dancing, showcasing, singing, training, dancing, weighing— a cycle, really.
you met Yu Jimin and Kim Minjeong pretty early on, and you got along great with Jimin. She was catholic, and so were you! She wasn’t as dedicated as you, of course, but it was nice to have something in common.
you all didn’t get the chance to talk with Ning Yizhou a whole lot, even if she did share a dorm with minjeong. You dormed with jimin, but there was an empty bed.
that bed would be filled by one Aeri Uchinaga.
and from that day, your life would also be filled by aeri uchinaga.
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The five of you were called to a meeting. You were a little worried, of course, clutching your silver cross chain and pressing the tip of it into your chest. A nervous habit.
“Hello girls,” the man began, the five of you sitting and fidgeting nervously.
“I have good news for you all. You five will be debuting as SM’s newest girl group, Aespa. Congratulations,” he smiled, and it felt like your world had just crumbled and rebuilt itself, three times over.
“We’ll begin thinking of your stage names soon, so feel free to give us some ideas. We’ll be waiting,” the man continued, and like that, the meeting ended.
you all had to celebrate, right?
The five of you met in your dorm, as minjeong didn’t want to bother the other trainee living there. You all begin thinking of stage names, and your eyes drifted to the figurine of Mary that sat on your nightstand. Jimin was thinking of using Katarina, her baptismal name, anyway! Your confirmation name could also work, but you weren’t sure.
“What if I used Mary?” You thought out loud, the other four girls turning their heads to glance at you, and the figure just behind you.
“Mary?” Jimin began. “Like, the Virgin Mary? Our Lady of Naju?” She questioned.
“Yes, I quite like the idea, don’t you?” The other girls knew you spoke a little formally, never really speaking in slang or impolitely in the slightest. It was your parents, after all. You had grown up in a secluded, small town in America, but your parents had taught you Korean, along with your own interest, reading books to perfect grammar. Sadly, that didn’t really teach you many informal words— not that your parents would allow that. You had to be a lady, of course.
“It seems a bit.. outdated, doesn’t it?” Aeri voiced, tentatively, and the other girls agreed with her. They began giving suggestions.
“What about Lily?” Jimin offered.
“Eden— no, maybe Eve?” minjeong hummed.
“Lilith!” Ning exclaimed, much to the amusement of the other girls.
“Ning, that’s similar to Lily, though, isn’t it?” Minjeong gave an amused half-smile.
“I guess so,” she sighed.
“I like Eve,” Aeri voiced, and the other girls all mostly agreed, although more name suggestions were given out, for everyone.
You debuted with the names Karina, Giselle, Eve, Winter, and Ningning.
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you said a prayer every morning and every night, with the rosary that was around the figurine. A small Our Father, a Hail Mary, an Act of Contrition— no matter what, you never missed your morning and nightly prayers, no matter how small. You attended mass on Sunday, and while you usually couldn’t go in person, you’d try to listen to it in the morning, before it was time for practice, or at night, before bed— it didn’t matter how much sleep you gave up for it.
You were moved into a group dorms a bit after debut, Black Mamba being a sensational hit. You dormed with aeri, while ning and minjeong dormed together, karina having pulled the leader and oldest card to secure the single-room.
You and aeri weren’t exactly close. There was no animosity, of course, you two just never really got the chance to talk. It was definitely by chance. Not because she made your heart beat just a little faster, your steps a little more uncoordinated, your words fail. It wasn’t that. It wasn’t that at all.
you just admired the other girl. It didn’t help that you two had more than one language in common— aeri had gone to an international school, you were raised in america. You just hadn't gotten the chance to approach her, that was all.
well, the first night before the debut stage, you couldn’t sleep. You tossed and turned, finally sitting up, when—
“Can’t sleep?” aeri’s voice was low with sleep, and she was speaking in english. You felt an uncomfortable skip in your heart.
“Oh, yes, I’m just a bit restless,” you laughed, definitely not nervously. “I am, too. Just a little,” she replied, making a pinching gesture with her fingers, and a smile.
“Why?” You asked, even if it was kind of a dumb question.
aeri was silent, for a beat. At one point, you started to wonder if she was even going to respond.
“I’m just kind of.. scared,” she admitted. “We’re gonna be on display to the whole world, and who knows what’ll happen?” She chuckled, throwing her arms up just a bit. “I’m just.. worried. And.. I mean obviously, I miss home,” she added.
you looked at her, slightly, turning your head just to glance at the dark haired girl. “I know,” you murmured. “I miss home too, even if it wasn’t.. the most exciting place. I just miss it,” you continued. You were just a little afraid you were speaking too quickly in english, but aeri seemed fine. “I mean, I understand. I miss my parents,” she agreed.
you wished you could say the same. It’s not that you didn’t love your parents, but they were a little.. much. They didn’t like the fact you hadn’t found a guy yet. They’d ask you if you.. liked girls. You denied it, you didn’t! You were steadfast in your faith, dedicated, you didn’t like girls. You couldn’t.
“I miss my friends, you know. Sometimes I worry I’ll forget english,” you admitted.
“Well,” aeri gave a grin. “I’ll talk to you in english all you want if you promise to talk to me in japanese,”
you didn’t even speak japanese, but for her? you’d learn.
You smiled. “Of course,”
the two of you tried your best to sleep, after that, but it was mostly you two continuing to talk about anything and everything.
You could tell aeri was going to be one of your best friends. A reminder of home, if anything.
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the debut showcase went great, the song was a hit, everything was good.
you and aeri spoke before going to sleep every night— you’d even bought a book about japanese grammar, how to read, write and speak it. You tried your best, but aeri had a nice time correcting you. It was.. nice. You always loved to learn languages, and for some reason, having someone who spoke it already help you was.. a bit comforting, in a way.
you still prayed every night, and aeri would sometimes give you a look, but she never said anything.
everything was going great.
until the hate began
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Every little thing you or your group did was criticized, nitpicked, blown out of proportion— and the stress was getting to you.
you had never handled stress very well. You didn’t have a reason to. There was really nothing for you to ever stress about— other than following god, of course, but that wasn’t stressful to you. You had no reason to be stressed about something like that! You were a good person, you hadn’t ever wanted to sin.
some of the comments were about your appearance. It started to chip away at you. The company was always happy when you lost weight, so why not just a little more? It’s not like it would kill you. you were three months into an eating disorder that you called a diet.
the second you got up, you’d pray as your sustenance, head to practice, do your schedules— the other girls would order lunch, you’d ask for a salad. No dressing, of course, you didn’t like the taste. then, as you’d all get to the dorm, again, if there was even an hour of free time, you’d head to the company gym. Sometimes, when you were just in a waiting room, or you couldn’t work out— you’d pace. Anything to keep moving, you just couldn’t sit still. It was taking over your mind.
you couldn’t even eat normally. Any food given to you on a variety show, any drink, anything— mentally, you were counting. You liked to be in the negatives, you liked to skip meals, anything to be better. This was for yourself, so people couldn’t comment on you. You started to come up with even more elaborate ways to prove you were okay, to be better, you practiced more, you stayed late, you slept in the practice room, at times. You begged the vocal coaches to tell you whether or not you were actually good, and as much as they said you were, you just couldn’t believe them.
it was starting to destroy you.
“y/n?” Aeri called, as you prayed right before bed. She stood by the open room door, looking at you with a concerned expression. Why would she be concerned?
“Yes?” You answered, setting down the rosary, putting it back around the statue of Mary that watched over you so carefully. Sometimes, you wondered if you’d made her proud. Maybe if you said the suffering was in the name of god, he’d forgive you. He’d forgive you for the things you had thought and done and wanted to do. He’d forgive you. You could punish yourself, already. You could pray for him to fix you quickly, maybe you could give up eating for lent entirely—
“You.. haven’t been sleeping here, lately. We haven’t gotten.. to talk,” aeri began, sitting down next to you, looking down at you from where she had sat on your bed, right next to where you knelt.
you had completely forgotten your promise. It had just slipped your mind, you never really were awake enough for it, lately, and—
“Are you okay? You’re kind of.. pale, and you have dark circles, and-“
“Oh, I’m fine,” you smiled, quickly. “It’s just.. lent,” you lied, quickly. “All catholics fast and give something up for lent, don’t worry,” you assured, waving a hand dismissively. While it was true, it didn’t call for someone to starve themselves. You were lying. That’s a sin. But it’s just a white lie, so they won’t worry, right? It’s okay, you told yourself.
“We’re worried about you,” aeri frowned, putting a hand on your shoulder, the weight making you go from a kneeling position to sitting with your legs crossed. “I’m worried about you,”
god damn aeri, and her kind personality, and her need to care for others, and she was just so good- she was such a good person, and here you were, about to ruin her, damn her to hell. You were a horrible, filthy, disgusting person. For some reason, your eyes grew hot, but you couldn’t cry. You simply stared at her, with wide eyes, like seeing god’s light, it blinded you. You wished she didn’t care about you. You wouldn’t blame her. Vaguely, you remembered the first commandment.
the first commandment. Exodus 20:1 I am the Lord your God.  You shall not have other gods beside me. You shall not make for yourself an idol or a likeness of anything in the heavens above or on the earth below or in the waters beneath the earth; you shall not bow down before them or serve them. For I, the Lord, your God, am a jealous God
“Aeri, I-” your voice cracked, and you were so determined not to cry, but you could feel your resolve breaking, because you were weak, you were weak to your vices and weak to aeri, you were so pathetic. The older girl let out a small sigh, sinking down onto the floor next to you, taking you into her arms. She was silent, for a bit, while you choked out words that were mostly incomprehensible. She ran a hand through your hair, and was a bit unsettled to feel how cold you were to the touch, but she pointedly ignored it.
“Y/n, you can’t let the words of those people get to you.. they won’t do you any good, and.. I know that’s hypocritical of me, I’m learning to ignore it too, but.. you can’t let it kill you like this,” she continued, voice soft. It made you sick how much you liked her comforting you. What would she do if she knew that you were so disgusting. You wanted aeri, you realized as you held her shirt, with some sense of finality hitting you. You didn’t want her to leave. You wanted her to hold you, and she wasn’t even aware of what you felt towards her. You were taking advantage of her. You were so disgusting.
“I’m sorry,” you croaked out, voice a little choked as you bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to cry. “I’m so sorry,” “It’s okay,” she said, a little confused on why you were apologizing, look of worry on her face. Not that you could see it. You had your head in the crook of her neck.
that’s why you were apologizing, really.
you were sorry that you loved her. You were sorry she wanted to help you. You she couldn’t fix you, no one could. you were defective, and wrong, and oh so selfish. Aeri was such a good person.
the presence of the statue on your nightstand caught your eye from the corner. You turned away. She shouldn’t have to see this.
you could feel the tears stinging at your eyes, the shame, the guilt, the hate— it was all too much. You needed to push aeri away, to get as far away from her as possible, to save what little integrity and goodness you had left—
but you didn’t.
you clutched her shirt tighter, breathed her in desperately, and let out a choked sound. You wanted to cry, but you screwed your eyes shut and bit your lip. The blood was heavy and sharp in your mouth.
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You woke up the next day beyond exhausted, but in your bed and off the floor. You surmised that aeri had put you there. You held your head, and got down on your knees in front of your bed. You prayed.
“Mary, mother of God, please guide me away from sin, as you have for so many others. Help me to continue being steadfast in my faith, and to follow all commandments well. Allow me to be worthy of your son, and continue to protect me from sin. These thoughts have been given to me by the devil, as a challenge of my faith. Guide me out of temptation, and forgive my actions, in the Lord’s name, I ask for this mercy,”
you stood up. Your knees ached. Aeri was up, sitting cross legged on her bed, watching you with a concerned expression. “Why are you praying to Mary?” aeri asked, voice light but expression still a bit worried, if not a tad curious.
“Catholics pray to saints as well. Especially depending on their patronage— I mean, if I lose something, I usually pray to Saint Anthony,” you chuckled, explaining the concept.
“What’s Mary the patron Saint of?” aeri asked, softly, curiously.
“Many different things, depending on which version of her you choose to pray to. Our Lady of Lourdes is Mary, but when she appeared in Lourdes. She’s the patron saint of the sick. There’s Our Lady of Loreto, the patron Saint of pilots,”
“Which one do you have, then?”
“Our Lady of Sorrows,” you murmured, glancing towards the figure on your nightstand. The rosary was draped around her carefully. Her downcast, frowning face, her hands clasped together, the feeling of her porcelain eyes boring into your back nearly burned.
“What’s she the patron Saint of?”
“Sinners,”
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the second commandment. Exodus 20:1-7 You shall not invoke the name of the Lord, your God, in vain. For the Lord will not leave unpunished anyone who invokes his name in vain.
practice that day went on for a long while. You were all practicing for next level. At one point, you took a small break, drinking water— your heart had been beating quite fast, that day, and your throat had been dry the entire practice.
during the beat change, it was nearly impossible for you to keep your eyes off aeri- or should you start calling her giselle, now? maybe it would be best to separate the two.
you shouldn’t be looking at aeri like that— but giselle was an idol. giselle was not your friend— she was someone untouchable, unattainable. It was okay to like her, to find her pretty, to want- no, no. You didn’t. You just envied her appearance, was all.
Your eyes were glued to her, the way she moved, her expression, everything, it was-
“Oh my God,” you mumbled, eyes locked onto her movements, before you heard the instructor call for you to get up and were immediately snapped out of your haze. You didn’t even remember the event before you went to sleep.
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the third commandment. Exodus 20:1-11 Remember the sabbath day—keep it holy. Six days you may labor and do all your work, but the seventh day is a sabbath of the Lord your God.  You shall not do any work.  For in six days the Lord made the heavens and the earth, the sea and all that is in them; but on the seventh day he rested. That is why the Lord has blessed the sabbath day and made it holy.
It was Sunday. It was always a toss-up whether or not you’d have a schedule that day, and today you did not. You watched the six a.m. mass, while aeri slept a few feet away. You knelt when they knelt, stood when they stood, prayed when they prayed.
but you did not sing, no. That would wake aeri.
the girls usually used their rest days to sleep. You always woke up early. You were restless. You hated to sleep. In your dreams you’d see images of a life you could never live, of things you shouldn’t— couldn’t— do. You’d see aeri. No, not aeri— giselle. Aeri didn’t look your way on the stage, hold your gaze for a moment too long, send a wink. The company didn’t order aeri to hold you closer, smile at you more, intertwine your hands.
aeri would never look at you that way.
but giselle would.
you went to the practice room after you prayed. You rehearsed until you felt the world spin, your skin too hot- until you forgot about aeri, and giselle, and the figurine on your nightstand, and the pastor’s homilies, and the way your parents would never love you the same because of what you had done. You danced until your vision became blurry, so you couldn’t see your hands, so whatever or whoever you touched wasn’t your fault, so you couldn’t see their face. More likely, so you couldn’t see yourself, and the body you lived in. You danced until your ears rang, so you wouldn’t have to listen to the sounds, to how your members pleaded with you to stop doing this to yourself. Till you couldn’t hear the people telling you it wasn’t enough.
till you couldn’t hear yourself telling you it wasn’t enough.
till you couldn’t hear your parents words resounding in your head, the endless comments of it being unnatural, of being sent straight to the hellfire, to how it was the most hideous thing in the world.
till you didn’t hear the way fans leered after you, and your members— the stares they’d give you, as you walked, the way they’d clamber for you, so many hands reaching, reaching for you, to touch, to take. it ate you up inside, how badly you wanted to be pure. and how you knew, through it all, you never could be. they could imagine you any way, salivate, draw, take, write it in comments. They even had the confidence to say it out loud, passing comments on variety shows.
you danced till you could forget their words, their looks, what you knew so well that they thought, you danced till you thought your body would give out—
or, conversely, till the leader and main vocalist of red velvet opened the practice room door and rushed over to the the shaking body of their junior, nearly unable to breath, head in her hands and knees to her chest in the farthest corner of the room, brightly illuminated.
you wanted to assure them you were fine, but the cross chain you wore was too tight on your neck, the silver feeling like hot iron burning your throat. You swore if you looked down it would be burning into your skin, leaving a brand.
each breath felt like swallowing glass, and your eyes were unfocused, and your ears were ringing, and your body was screaming in protest of each movement, and your eyesight was blurring—
but you got up, bowed, apologized, assured them you were okay, thanked them, and left.
you had been lying a lot, lately. To your members, about how you were— to your managers, your staff, to your seniors, now. Lying was a sin. but you could excuse it, couldn’t you?
you hoped they wouldn’t mention it to your members.
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the fourth commandment. Exodus 20:1-12 Honor your father and your mother, that you may have a long life in the land the Lord your God is giving you.
you rarely talked to your parents. You should call them, more. Or, more accurately, you should pick up their calls, more. Except, it was maddening. You hated talking to them. No matter how much you tried to convince yourself you didn’t, that they were your parents, and what they said was gospel, you couldn’t stand it. Their prying questions, asking how being an idol was, if you kept up with your faith, asking why the media would report on how “close” you were with your members— with Aeri. Asking why you had gotten so thin, and that you needed to gain weight. They would pick and pry at every little thing. You couldn’t stand it, you couldn’t-
the phone rang. Again. You picked up.
“Finally, you answer the phone, y/n,” the voice of your mother crackled, thousands of miles away.
“I’m sorry,” you respond, robotically, like a reflex. “I was in practice. We’re busy, since we’re preparing for a comeback,”
“You always have some excuse for us, don’t you? You can’t just talk to your parents? What a daughter, you are. We’re your parents, y/n, you should actually listen to us, more. I told you being an idol wouldn’t be good for you, and look at you now! Barely any respect for your parents, how horrible is that? I can’t believe you,” she ranted, going on and on about this and that and every failure and everything you should’ve done better.
“This is why I didn’t want you going away, I knew what it’d do to you.. we tried to fix you, but you are a sick, sick little girl,” she spat, accusingly. “You know what you did, you know what you did to this family— that I have to live with a daughter who’s-”
click.
You hung up.
her voice was so grating.
Your mother loved to spout silly little ideas, didn’t she? She was wrong. You didn��t do anything. You weren’t gay. You didn’t like girls, or a girl. They had just been confused. The reason you became an idol was because you loved to perform, not because it was your only way out— after they saw you with her. It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t kiss her. You didn’t, you’d never-
the truth was that you had left your hometown because of an incident. Yes, you loved to perform, and being an idol was always on your mind. But you never thought you’d do it, how could you leave?
You soon found out what it was like to live outcasted, alone, treated like something wrong and filthy and horrible. Your parents didn’t help. So, you did what anyone would do— you ran away, off to Korea, off to the harsh idol system
because anything
anything
would be better than living with the guilt and shame, with the knowing eyes and hateful stares. anything would be better than being stuck in that suffocating smalll town, where everyone knew everyone, and all your secrets were magnified.
she had moved away, anyway. Her parents protected her. you protected yourself. You had to run.
so you did.
you had to kill that part of yourself, bury her more than six feet deep, deep enough so that the world would never find her.
You died the day your parents opened your bedroom door and found you with the daughter of a deacon, who helped at the church, who your parents had invited over for dinner, who they had been invited by for dinner. When they found you with the daughter of their friends.
they didn’t know whether to say if she corrupted you or you corrupted her.
they chose the latter, of course, they got to it first. They drove them out of town, blaming that girl for your transgressions. For your sin.
she kissed you, after all.
you just sat there and took it.
it wasn’t your fault, they said to the town. It was hers. You’re just too trusting and naïve.
if only they knew, the rest of the people. Your parents certainly did.
they forbid you from having any friends that were girls over, again.
and you understood. You knew. And you took it.
You killed that part of yourself, that day. Buried her, and tried to forget. But there’s dirt and blood on your hands and you’re still hollow. There’s nothing left of you, from before. Bright smiles and eyes, a cheery demeanor, giggling in secret with her- there’s none of that left.
You’re not a little kid anymore, a teenager with a crush, no.
You grew up. You had to.
and that little girl is dead.
dead and buried, underground.
you wished Aeri knew you when you were younger.
she would’ve loved the softer you.
the fifth commandment. Exodus 20:1-13 You shall not kill.
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You know, there’s a reason priests and nuns can’t get married.
it’s because, allegedly, they’re married to god.
so, in that case, is it wrong for you, married to god since birth, by your parents— that anything, anyone other than a boy, was wrong?
you tried to understand, but you couldn’t. What was the consensus?
you knew, deep down. What you were was wrong.
and yet, you couldn’t stop. You tried. But you were weak, at heart. A sinner, with no control.
that was your downfall, you thought.
or maybe salvation.
You and Aeri were the last two in the practice room— you were near obsessive with your need to perfect choreography, and Aeri asked you for help, so— you were here. You had already released Next Level, but the practicing never stopped, obviously. You had to perfect it, make it yours, make it the best— so that’s where you were, right now.
it was late, honestly. Already dark out, and your other three members had long since left. You regretted saying yes to Aeri— you knew the choreography for next level, obviously, you knew the way Giselle moved made you feel something wrong, something dark and wanting. You tried to push it down, though— you ran through the moves together, you fixed some posturing and some other small timing issues, really, it was nothing major. You watched her run through those parts, and clenched your jaw.
you felt hot, and your hands itched to reach out and touch her. You couldn’t be making this up, could you? She was looking at you through the mirror, your flushed face barely visible from the darker corner you were sitting at. You swore you could see a smirk on Giselle’s face, for a split second, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
you hated it, hated how Giselle made you feel out of control, made you feel wanting, made that dark thing in you, shoved deep down, squirm and claw. You felt sick. You wanted her.
“I’ll be back,” you said, abruptly standing up and turning the door of the practice room, practically scrambling out. “Bathroom,” was what you supplied as reasoning, before you got out the door, rushing through the empty halls. They were weirdly eerie, at night.
you walked into the bathroom, the sound of your shoes clicking on the ground far too loud, the yellowed glow of the SM building’s bathrooms surrounding you. You gripped the sink, turning on the water and splashing some on your face. You felt dirty, and wrong. Your skin crawled in the suffocating space, the sound of running water driving you insane, the sound of your breathing almost too much. It seems you were in there for longer than you thought, though, as you stated into the mirror, lost in thought, knuckles turning white with the bruising grip you kept on the sink counter.
“Y/n?” Aeri called, opening the door.
You snapped your head to her— she was wearing just some white tanktop and sweatpants, with a black sports bra, but god.
Giselle walked over to you, with a concerned expression. “Are you okay? You’re breathing pretty hard,” she asked, walking closer, putting a hand on your hip, other hand touching your arm.
your composure snapped. You moved your hands to her face, holding it in them, looking at her with wide eyes. “Giselle, I-”
“Why are you calling me Giselle? That’s my stage name, y/n, just call me Aeri?” she said, a little confused and a little irritated. Why the hell were you calling her by her stage name?
you held her face a little tighter, taking in a sharp breath, mouth suddenly feeling dry.
“Aeri,” you murmured, voice low. You leaned in, and her eyes widened, slightly. She didn’t push you away, in fact, she met you in the middle, holding you tighter, moving her other hand to your waist, squeezing your hip, where she could feel the outline of your hipbone. You hated how much you needed her, the kiss messy and desperate, filled with an underlying sense of want and need.
“G- Aeri,” you mumbled, out of breath, panting against her mouth. You couldn’t reconcile the two, easily. Giselle was the one who was making you do this, right? Not Aeri, you didn’t like Aeri, right?
no, that wasn’t true. You liked Aeri. A lot more than you’d admit. You wanted her. You needed her. You couldn’t stop, now.
“Aeri, please-” you murmured, between kisses. They were more desperate, now, wanting, as she pushed you against the cold bathroom wall, the light flickering once. Twice. Three times.
“Yeah? What do you want?” She asked, lowly, eyes dark and pupils blown wide as she looked down at you.
“Lock the door,” you muttered, grabbing her wrist, tightly, and moving her hand upwards.
the sixth commandment. Exodus 20:1-14 You shall not commit adultery.
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you and aeri never spoke about it.
but it became a thing, now.
you needed her like a drug, constantly wanting and waiting for the next time you could have her.
you and giselle shared a room, after all. you were pretty sure everyone knew. and by everyone you meant your members, of course. the public could never know, they’d ruin both your career and hers, and you couldn’t do that to her. you weren’t evil, just weak. just horrible, but not evil. you could never hurt her. you loved her, didn’t you? the way a friend doesn’t hurt a friend.
deep down, you knew. It was so much worse than that.
they couldn’t know the way you put concealer on, before practice. the way you were strangely hot and cold, terrified of her touch, but how the both of you would disappear into your room, or somewhere, together, always appearing back, more than a few minutes later, though the tension was always still there.
the way you had become a shell.
you were ashamed, really.
you felt so disgusting, all the time. here you were, dirty, filthy, robbing someone else, sullying them, damning her, all for your own selfish needs, desires, wants.
you had always wanted, too much.
giselle was your temptation and aeri was the sin, the collateral to the damage.
it’s not like she protested, either, the way giselle’s hands lingered, a beat too longer to be friendly. the way her fists would clench on those stupid variety shows, when the hosts mentioned your appearance, saying you were so pretty.
she hated how they’d look at you.
but you couldn’t see that, really.
you hated yourself, and you had stolen aeri’s sanctity.
it was giselle’s fault, though, you would think, sometimes.
but deep down, you knew the truth.
it was your doing. Your fault. You ruined everything you touched, everything you wanted would die and burn because you were a sinner. All because you couldn’t control yourself.
eve ate the apple, too, you’d think. but maybe, the snake wasn’t just the creature, no, but the whispers of lilith, beckoning her away, promising her everything she’d wanted. forbidden knowledge, godhood, becoming better— and maybe, even herself.
was biting the apple an act of naivety, of greed?
or the blind, blissful ignorance of trust? of love?
someone you loved wouldn’t damn you, would they?
but oh, you knew better. You knew.
you had stolen both of your chances of sanctity and holiness.
out of blind, ignorant, nearly all encompassing love.
it was love.
the seventh commandment. Exodus 20:1-15   You shall not steal.
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The weeks went by, in this strange commitment.
you had just arrived back from yet another variety show, and Giselle was obviously annoyed at something. It was late, and everyone wanted to sleep. You made your way back to your room, the door open a crack—
giselle was changing into some sleep clothes. You didn’t really care which. the glimpse of her back, of skin, made you nearly feel ill. You shut the door, quickly, feeling like you couldn’t breathe. It made you feel sick.
you entered about a minute later, to see her scrolling on her phone, with a bored expression. You, instead, went and knelt in front of the small Mary statue you kept.
“Mary, mother of God, please hear my prayer. I’m asking you to give me the strength to-”
your breath hitched as you felt giselle put her hands on your shoulders, leaning into your back, feeling her smirk press against your neck.
“y/n,” she called, a mischievous lilt to her voice like this was a fucking game.
“y-yes?” was the reply.
Her hands moved, pressing along your collarbone.
“You know, I hate variety shows, sometimes,” she hummed, voice so unbelievably distracting. “I don’t like the way they talk about you,” she continued.
“I- I agree, I do, it’s quite-”
her blunt nails dug into your shoulder, slightly, as she pulled you back, just a bit, your back pressed to her front. Her head craned forward, to murmur into your ear. “It pisses me off,” she added.
of course, you tended to her anger. You had to, as penance.
later, when you were laying beside her, panting with tears in your eyes, saying anything that came to mind—
“I love you,” you choked out, reverently, like a prayer.
god never responded to those, usually. aeri didn’t love you back.
there’s no way god loved you. and aeri didn’t, either.
the eighth commandment Exodus 20:1-16 You shall not bear false witness against your neighbor.
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“Tell me not to,” you begged, clutching onto giselle like a lifeline, holding her arms. “Tell me no, tell me not to love you. I can’t, I shouldn’t, I don’t want-”
girls never hungered. They never want, like a boy.
“And what if it’s what I want!” She spat back, acidly, pushing you off. “I love you, and I don’t know why you can’t accept that! I love you, not like a friend, or coworker, or whatever else you think! I’m in love with you, why can’t you get that!?” she asked, sharply, voice far too loud.
you didn’t know how to explain that you loved her, too, that you wished you could love her. You always wanted, so badly, to like a boy, and to love him, so you could hold his hand in public, and kiss him, and introduce him to your parents and they wouldn’t say a word, to be able to love him without just that fact being controversial, to love someone without it absolutely ruining your career. Idols couldn’t date, yes, but they’d survive if they were rumored to be with a man.
god forbid it was a girl.
you couldn’t ruin her career, or yours. You couldn’t damn her more, you couldn’t ruin everything, like you always did-
“I can’t,” you cried, desperately. “I’ll ruin everything, I’ll ruin you, I’d-”
“I don’t care!” she retorted. “I don’t care! I want you, and I love you. Is it that you can’t, or you won’t? You’re just scared,” she accused, rightly so.
“I am,” you admitted, pathetically. “I’m scared.”
She scoffed, clenching her fists. She turned, sharply, turning the door handle, wiping her eyes and slamming the room’s door.
You were alone.
god abandoned you, long ago.
you don’t know why it hurt more the second time.
the ninth commandment Exodus 20:1-17 You shall not covet your neighbor’s house. You shall not covet your neighbor’s wife, his ox or donkey, or anything that belongs to your neighbor.
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it was a few days later, at night after an off day. You had been hiding in your room most of the day. Cowardly, yes, but the other members weren’t exactly thrilled with you. You couldn’t blame them. You were currently pretending to be asleep.
you heard aeri enter the room. She laid down, to sleep. The lights were off. It was dead silent. You turned.
“aeri,” you called. No response.
“I’m sorry. I’m really sorry,” you continued, after surmising she was asleep. “I love you. I really do. I’m just so, so scared. I don’t know how to let myself love you. I feel wrong. I’m sorry. I want to. I don’t know how to love you how you deserve, I don’t even know how to love myself. Im weak and pathetic, really. If you knew the real me, I think you’d hate me,” you chuckled, without humor. “As long as you’re happy, though. I’ll be okay,” you murmured, finally.
“Im not happy, actually,” she informed, suddenly, and you felt your heart leap into your throat. “I love you, y/n. I don’t care if it’ll make everything more difficult, or if you think I’ll hate you. I won’t, by the way,”
you didn’t know how to respond. aeri did it, for you.
she got up, walked over to your bed, and made you sit up.
“so can you stop being scared? I love you, and-“
you cut her off.
you clutched her face, and kissed her, desperately. You felt tears well in your eyes, and this time, they fell. You pulled back.
“aeri, I love you, I love you so much. I love you, please forgive me. I’ll try, I swear. Please, just-”
she kissed you, again. nothing was completely fixed, yet, but you both loved each other. You were still scared, of course, but aeri had seen you at your worst, already, and was still here. so maybe, it was okay.
the tenth commandment. Genesis 1:1-Revelation 22:21 Love thy neighbor as I have loved you.
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The last few weeks had been.. different.
You had started eating again, or, more frequently, was a better way to put it.
it was mostly because aeri had taken up cooking, and you could never say no to her, and it was kind of nice, really, to see her happy when you told her you liked the food.
you started to ignore the comments online, not even bothering to read them most of the time. You called your parents less, if that was even possible, and started talking with aeri and your members more.
it was nice, to have friends. To have people that you knew cared about you. It was nice to know that people didn’t view you as disgusting, or filthy, or wrong.
you had a hard time viewing yourself, differently, but if someone like aeri, someone so good, could stand you, then maybe, you weren’t as bad as your parents said you were. They were wrong about a lot, you’d come to learn.
on one of your breaks, you had found another statue.
it was of Saint Maria.
you put it next to the statue of Our Lady. You thought it fit, in a way.
you didn’t attend sunday mass, or hear it. You didn’t pray much, anymore, either. but you kept the statues as a reminder, of sorts.
aespa had been doing very well, as well, and you didn’t practice late into the night, as much, anymore.
all of you were currently deciding what takeout to order, and trying to pick a move. no one could really come to a final decision, and you watched the bickering amusedly. You got up, heading to the kitchen, filling a glass with water. Aeri appeared behind you, a sly smile on her face as she wrapped her arms around your waist. “Hey, y/n,” she hummed.
“Yeah?” you replied, turning your head. she had a smirk on her face.
“I got you somethinggg,” she grinned, tilting her head, a mischievous expression on her face, her hands clasped behind her back.
“what is it?”
she handed you a gold necklace, with rose quartz in the shape of a heart at the end, a bashful expression beginning to take place at your silence. “I didn’t know if you would like it, but it reminded me of you, so-”
“It’s perfect,” you interrupted, a genuine smile on your face. “Can you put it on for me?”
aeri removed the silver cross necklace you had worn for years, and years, placing it on the counter. She clasped the new necklace, the gold sitting pleasantly on your skin.
you turned to her, holding her face before kissing her, smiling into it. You left the chain on the counter, a smile plastered near permanently your face. “It’s beautiful, aeri, thank you,”
“Of course,” she replied, with a very self-satisfied grin on her face.
“I love you,” you added, wrapping your arms around her waist.
“I love you too, you sap,” she rolled her eyes, good naturedly, but still held you, too. “Come on, let’s go back— i’m not letting them watch a disney movie for the millionth time,”
“So what, you can watch Deadpool?” You teased, with a grin.
“Maybe,” she replied.
it was definitely certain, now, with the silver chain thrown in the garbage, easily.
you loved aeri uchinaga
and you hoped, prayed, even, that the rest of your life would be filled by aeri uchinaga.
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A/N: hi guys… so I love aeri uchinaga btw. uhmm so basically the catholic version of the Ten Commandments the ninth commandment is separated into nine “don’t covet your neighbors wife” and ten “don’t covet your neighbors goods” but technically all Ten Commandments can be followed by following the one big rule which is “love thy neighbor as I have loved you” and basically symbolism forever eve breaks all nine commandments but follows the one big one which is like love everyone which means she never actually sinned she just thought she did because she is doomed yuri ☝️🤓
I LOVE TOXIC YURI AND DOOMED YURI FOREVERR pleek send asks+reqs btw I need ideas
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iznyangwoni · 3 months ago
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STRINGS OF FATE, chapter three
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“are you sure we can stay here?” you ask heeseung, getting in his room. He said that the coffee shop was getting too loud, and he couldn’t really focus there, so he took you to the dorm. Obviously, you’re not that dumb, you know where he wants this to end and honestly, you dont want that.
But you need to finish this stupid essay, so might as well do it with his help and also, maybe, at least you hope, that being close to him without going too far, will make him want to know you in more than just that aspect. “Ah. Sure, Jungwon is at the gym at this time.”
You nod, something about that Jungwon guy is really iffy. You still dont know why or what makes you think that but, anytime your eyes meet that glacial look, its like your lifespan decreases. Still, he’s not here now, so that’s great. Heeseung leaves a few seconds to go to the bathroom, and you spend that time looking around.
Each dorm room is combined by three different rooms, and since Heeseung and Jungwon are just two, they used the center one as a little hanging out space. Its… not your style, at all. You’re used to open spaces, lots of light entering the room and light forniture, and well, this is the complete opposite.
You’re not even sure it would pass the monthly inspection, the walls are decorated with graffiti, which are banned, the curtains are so dark you can barely see, and it overall looks like living hell here. But you’re no one to judge, maybe thats just how usual VKs are used to live in their castles… cause they have castles, right?
One thing that catches your eyes is a little picture frame. You take it in your hands to look at it closely, its a photo of Heeseung’s group, when they were younger. You can clearly see him, in the center, taller than anyone else and with a huge smile on his face, on his right is who you think is Jimin, both Sunoo and Minjeong have mentioned her a couple of times, and not for good reasons. Meanwhile on the far left is Chaewon, you’ve seen her a couple of times on campus, all you know is that she’s pretty funny but also can be pretty hot headed.
And then, on Heeseung’s right, is Jungwon. If you didn’t know they were friends, you wouldn’t have even recognized him. He was so much shorter than Heeseung, and even Jimin. His cheeks were puffy and you could see the shine in his eyes from the picture, a smile on his face, something you had never seen before. “Stalking around?” you were so focused on the picture that you didnt even hear Heeseung getting out of the bathroom.
“Oh! No, no, this just caught my attention.” “Aah, that one.” the guy takes the frame off of your hands and points at it with an amused smile. “Weren’t we so cute?” you smile, honestly, yes they were cute, but the filthy clothes they were wearing and the dirt on their faces in that picture, definitely makes you think something else instead of ‘cute’.
“Have you guys been friends for long? Jungwon doesn’t even look like himself there. Must’ve been a long time.” Heeseung puts the frame back were it was, and leans his shoulder on the wall, looking at you with that same smile. He nods, probably replying to your first question. “Yeah. that was before the isle of the lost was even open.” You just nod, its been eight years since that happened, you barely even understood what was happening at the time.
“And Jungwon isnt always so gloomy. you know. He just.. he’s pretty different.” You nod again, wondering what he means by that. Most of the people you know here, if not all, are sons and daughters of princesses, princes, royal guards, or enchanted beings, fairies and more. You’ve never really met the son of a god, let alone three deities. But you still wonder how that would affect him, is it in a social way? Maybe he feels like an outcast? You should try being his friend then..
“Anyway, this friday the Princeternity is hosting a party, i know a guy or two there, i was wondering if you’d like to come?” Your cheeks and ears become red the second he asks you that. Is he asking you out? At a party? Are you really going to a party with him? This is a huge deal, you thought he was looking for something casual but this, this is huge. You nod enthusiastically, maybe too much, since he giggles right after.
“Yeah! I mean, sure. Sure. I’d love to. This friday?” He laughs nods his head to say yes. His hand comes to your face, his fingers pinching your cheek gently. “Can’t wait to see you all dolled up for me, uh.”
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seullovesme · 6 months ago
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cockwarming series
this is a new nsfw series i will be starting which is branched off a drabble i posted a while back ^^ idols are g!p unless said otherwise
any female idol can be requested, along with ideas! rules still apply and i will keep the drabble format for each post, updates are random unless specified! thank you <3
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cockwarming w/ loser!irene bae
cockwarming pt2 w/ irene bae [g!p reader] (requested)
cockwarming w/ kang seulgi
cockwarming w/ loser!wendy son
cockwarming w/ ceo!joy park (requested)
cockwarming w/ kim yerim
cockwarming w/ seol yoona (requested)
cockwarming w/ ahn yujin (requested)
cockwarming w/ huh yunjin (requested)
cockwarming w/ loser!kim minjeong (requested)
cockwarming w/ yu jimin (requested)
cockwarming w/ shin ryujin (requested)
cockwarming w/ song yuqi (requested)
cockwarming w/ lily morrow (requested)
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vindicated-truth · 4 months ago
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What defines Joowon to me, more than anything, is his rigidity and absolutism when it comes to his morals.
It's his own brand of justice that—for better or for worse—he's unwilling to compromise for anything.
Not even for someone he has finally come to genuinely care for.
Not even for Dongsik.
What strikes me the most in this pivotal scene when Dongsik finally asks Joowon to arrest him is Joowon's immediate answer:
"I can't do that. I have no right to do that."
And the only way Dongsik finally, gently convinced Joowon to go through with it is by saying:
"If you don't arrest me, I won't ever turn myself in. Please arrest me now.
What makes this exchange pivotal is the nuance of Joowon's reason: "I can't do that. I have no right to do that."
It's not that he doesn't think that arresting Dongsik is wrong. He absolutely still believes that it's right, because it's only when Dongsik—who knows his Joowon well enough by now—gently threatens that he won't ever turn himself in if Joowon doesn't arrest him then that Joowon finally, finally concedes.
What breaks Joowon's heart here is not that Dongsik finally turns himself in, not that Dongsik will finally be arrested and very likely will be indicted.
Joowon knows this, intellectually, and knows this is right—if only because in the balance scale of his moral compass, it gives justice to Kang Minjeong's death too. Because he also knows, intellectually, that if Dongsik didn't do what he did with her fingers, they all could've had that small window of a chance to save her while she was still buried alive.
This, Dongsik facing that justice for Kang Minjeong's death, Joowon firmly believes to still be right. This isn't what's making him reel from the wrongness of what Dongsik is asking of him.
Because what is breaking Joowon's heart is that Dongsik is asking him to do it: that the son of the murderer will be the one to arrest the victim's brother.
It knocks him off-kilter from what he perceives justice to be, just because he holds everyone so rigidly against this moral compass—including himself.
For someone who never, in his whole life, had someone believe in him—had someone believe him—Joowon cannot reconcile the fact that Dongsik trusts him.
That Dongsik chooses him, exceptionally and exclusively, the only one he trusts, for this.
In this pivotal moment, it's Dongsik who makes Joowon reevaluate everything he has ever known, everything he has ever believed, not only about justice, but about what it means to be completely, wholeheartedly trusted by someone else.
Because what Joowon absolutely cannot fathom is: it's precisely because of the rigidity and absolutism of his moral compass that Dongsik trusts him, and only him, exceptionally and exclusively, with this.
Because for someone who's been a victim of the justice system for 21 years, used and abused over and over again by the people in power within the very system that was supposed to protect the innocent like him, and bring justice to victims like him—
It is only now, in meeting Han Joowon, that Dongsik finally meets the one person who finally, truly personifies the kind of justice he believes in.
The justice Dongsik can finally, finally believe in.
The only one who will see justice through.
No matter what.
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dailykoreanpop · 2 years ago
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🎄Red Velvet X aespa 'Beautiful Christmas’ Behind🎄
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wonysugar · 1 year ago
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masterlist<3
(f) = fluffy fluff omg
(a) = angst oh no
nothing or (s) = nasty fucking smut
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IVE
Ahn Yujin :
dommeangirl!yujin x sub!femreader headcanons
birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader
working in retail 101 : clerk!gpyujin x floormanager!femreader… superstore au
#ahn yujin
Jang Wonyoung :
if you insist : scum!wonyoung x goodgirl!femreader
birthday party : gp!yujin x wonyoung x birthdaygirl!reader
babydaddy g!p wonyoung drabble
angel : wonyoung x 6thmember!femreader
don’t modify : stuco!wonyoung x gf!femreader
#jang wonyoung
Kim Gaeul :
none yet :(
Kim Jiwon (Liz) :
drabbles!
#kim jiwon
Naoi Rei :
back in place : gf!rei x female reader
#naoi rei
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ITZY
Hwang Yeji :
domceo!yeji x subfem!reader headcanons
#hwang yeji
Shin Ryujin :
hickeys : fwb!ryujin x fem!reader
#shin ryujin
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ENHYPEN
Kim Sunoo :
sleepy : nonidol!sunoo x gf!femreader
missed you : stripper!sunoo x rich!femreader
#sub sunoo
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LE SSERAFIM
Kim Chaewon :
dom!bestfriendchaewon x sub!femreader : friends to lovers
#kim chaewon
Nakamura Kazuha :
nothing yet, but drabbles are available through this hashtag!
#nakamura kazuha
Miyawaki Sakura :
nothing yet, but drabbles are here!
#sakura miyawaki
Huh Yunjin :
doing what’s right : yunjin x fem!reader
#huh yunjin
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STAYC
Lee Chaeyoung (Isa) :
show them : camgirl!isa x fem!reader
#lee chaeyoung
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TWICE
Sana Minatozaki :
idol!sana x fan!femreader
#sana minatozaki
Son Chaeyoung :
drabbles only!
#son chaeyoung
Yoo Jeongyeon :
drabblesss
#yoo jeongyeon
Im Nayeon :
drabbles yippee
#im nayeon
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NMIXX
Lily Morrow :
perfect : idol!lily x idol!femreader
#lily morrow
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AESPA
Aeri Uchinaga (Giselle) :
it’s so over for me : smau
keep talking : bsf!giselle x fem!reader (phone sex)
hate rodrigo (literally) : angsty!giselle x whitegirlmusic! femreader
puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader
#aeri uchinaga
Kim Minjeong (Winter) :
skilled : bully!winter x nerd!femreader
puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader
#kim minjeong
Ning Yizhuo (NingNing) :
fuck you stupid : bimbo!ningning x bff!femreader
puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader
#ning yizhuo
Yoo Jimin (Karina) :
sorry : childhoodbff!karina x fem!reader (a)
puff, puff and pass : ot4 aespa x fem!reader
#yoo jimin
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LOONA aka. loossemble, artms, chuu and yves
Son Hyeju :
i’ll wake you up : stranger!hyeju x sleepdeprived!femreader (f)
#son hyeju
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starryhyuck · 8 months ago
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can you do little extended scene of pride and prejudice jeno !! like reader gets pregnant it will look cutee
“Are you sure it’s in there?”
“Minjeong, the baby has no intention of making a show with your enormous head pressed against her belly like that.”
Minjeong frowns and pulls away from your stomach. You laugh at her antics while Jimin bounces her own child on her hip.
Your sisters are in town for a visit now that your pregnancy is growing closer to the nine-month mark. Jimin celebrated her son’s birth shortly before you announced you were with child, and you watch as she frets over him diligently. Minjeong is still unwed but curious about your baby, asking prodding questions and leading you to believe she cares a lot more than she lets on. Minji is simply content lounging around your estate, as Jeno’s household is much larger than Donghyuck’s.
The door to the drawing room swings open and your husband walks in with Jaemin in tow. The two are chuckling about a story they had shared when they were out fishing.
“My pearl,” Jeno hums, pressing a kiss to your forehead in greeting as he passes by the chaise lounge.
Minjeong’s eyebrows fly to the top of her head at the sign of affection. You’ve also noticed that Jeno has grown more and more willing to be publicly affectionate as your pregnancy draws on.
“Did you two have a pleasant trip out on the water?” You ask as Jeno takes a seat next to you, immediately rubbing his hands over your stomach.
Jaemin takes his son from Jimin’s grasp, and your sister huffs when the baby immediately ceases his cries.
“Lovely time,” Jeno replies. “And how are you handling one another’s company?”
You smile, pressing a brief kiss to his lips.
“We are wonderful, my love.”
Minji rolls her eyes in the corner of the room, fingers brushing over a delicate vase sitting on the table next to her.
“Imagine this — my sister marries a dreadful man and the two fail to keep their hands from one another. And now they are having a child! Before me!”
Minjeong laughs. “We all dread the day your spawn enters this lonely world.”
You pinch her arm in warning but Jeno simply laughs, taking you into his embrace and kissing your cheek.
“I hope our daughter does not take after your youngest sisters. This house will never know peace,” he whispers in your ear.
You elbow him playfully. “You don’t know if it’s a girl.”
“The Lee men have never been wrong about their guesses. And I know she will be as beautiful and strong as her mother.”
You giggle when he attacks your neck in a handful of kisses, causing Minji and Minjeong to gag and Jimin to smile at your happiness.
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— LIP GLOSS: HUH YUNJN
warnings: soccer player yunjin x mean girl/rich girl reader, swearing, this is placed in the early 2000s
sun beamed on yunjin as she walked on the field towards her coach wiping her sweat with her shirt, she breathes heavily as she reaches her coach and the team manager.
“you need to get yujin in shape.” he says to her handing his clipboard to the girl beside him. “just because she was on vacation doesn’t mean she get’s to slack off and you’re the captain, meaning you need to keep her in check.”
“of course coach.” she nods in agreement putting her hand on her forehead to block the sun out of her eyes. “I’ve talked to her and she still hasn’t gotten it together.”
“well she better get it together now or she’s on the bench Friday’s game.” he said sternly, he opens his mouth to say something but gets cut off by his phone ringing.
“i need to take this” he says getting ready to answer his phone. “you’re in charge.” he points towards yunjin before walking off.
yunjin let’s put a deep sigh before turning to the girl in front of her. “how do we look.” she said referring to the girl’s practice.
“you guys look good.” the girl says, maya is her name she’s been captain since yunjin started her first year. “especially you miss captain.” she says teasingly.
“oh.” yunjin laughs awkwardly at maya. “um thanks.”
maya is about to say something but gets cut of by a yell.
“OH MY GOSH.”
both yunjin snap their heads towards the other half of the field to see cheer team practicing, it was a joint practice today.
her eyes trail towards you, the captain of the cheer team, you have a look a disgust and annoyance on your face but that’s nothing new.
“get it together minjeong.” you to the girl that was now on the floor. “how do you think we’re gonna look on Friday if you keep stumbling like that ?”
you snatching the pompoms out of her hands. “it would be an embarrassment.”
“you’d ruin our reputation.” you say while fixing the bow in your ponytail. “and then you’d be off the team.” you smile sarcastically. “do you want to be off the team ?”
the girl shakes her head frantically and your mean expression turns into a sweet looking one, “that’s what I thought, now go fix your hair it looks messy, five minute break everyone!”
yunjin watches you as you walk towards the co-captain/your best friend wonyoung, you wipe what seems to be smudged lip gloss form the taller girls lips before whispering in ear, your eyes on minjeong, wonyoung laughs before whispering something back to you.
“she’s such a bitch right ?” maya says to yunjin.
yunjin pulls her eyes away from you looking at the girl before her. “um, I don’t know, I mean she sure knows how to be a captain, maybe I gotta be more like her.”
maya laughs like she said the most funniest thing in the world. “you’re a perfect captain.” she says a hint of flirtation in her voice.
“uh-”
“-sorry about that.” her coach saves the day. “my son was calling I gotta pick him up from his friends house, practice is off early.”
a smile spreads onto yunjin’s face before she runs towards the other girls on the field to tell the them to start cleaning up.
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yujin walks out the the school doors fixing the bag over shoulder, she comes to a stop when she sees a familiar pink toyota 86 coupe, with you leaning on and a pink bedazzled flip phone on your hand.
she sighs and walks towards you. “and you know I’ve been watching her and the way she’s been slacking, but today was like my last straw like I was so done, but like the nice person I am I left her off with a warning, but she was like bitch for like the rest of a practice acting like I didn’t have you shaking in your tacky boots a second ago-” you pause when you see the taller girl in front of you. “I gotta go mom I’ll be home for dinner.”
you look up at her scrunching your face. “ew you’re all sweaty.” you turn opening your car and shutting the door.
you start the car and roll down your window. “are you getting in or not I don’t have all day, I was supposed to go shopping today, you know?”
yunjin rolls her eye but walks towards the passenger’s side and gets in.
“check the back.” you say to her your eyes on the mirror in front of you as you reapply your lip gloss.
she furrows her eyebrows at you before look at the pink back seats, only to see your hello kitty plushies.
“um-”
you roll your eyes turning towards her “the floor.” you say before turning back towards the mirror.
“oh.” she looks at the floor of the backseats to see a bright pink gift bag on the floor and picks it up and puts it on her lap.
“for me ?” you let out a annoyed sigh while closing your lip gloss. “who else would it be for ? and you call me the bimbo.”
“you are though” yunjin responds, before opening the gif bag, the first thing she picks up is a hello kitty plushie but it wasn’t just any plushie it was hello kitty dressed up in a soccer jersey with yunjin’s jersey number on it.
she looks at you a smile spreading across her face, “this is so cute oh my gosh.” “consider this as a pre game gift.” you say to her, blush rushes to her cheeks. “I can’t believe you got this for me, this has to be custom made.”
“it is.” you say with a smile on your face. “there’s something else in there.” you say pointing to the bag.
yunjin looks in the bag to a see a small box with the lettering dior across it, she picks it up and opens it to see a dior a rose gold bracelet, identical to the necklace that you wear everyday day.
“oh my gosh yn.” she looks at you her smile getting bigger if that’s possible. “you did not.”
“oh, but I did.” you say looking back at the mirror.
you gasp in surprise when you get pulled away from your reflection, you feel yunjin pulling you over the console smashing her lips onto yours.
“my lip gloss!” you say in protest pulling away from her your face im disbelief.
“who cares.” she says pulling you towards her lips again this time you kiss her back.
one of her hands fall to your waist gripping it softly, while her hand takes its place at the back of your neck, she smiles softly against your lips.
you pull away soon after, “okay, okay, you can kiss me later, but I meant what I said about shopping I need to pick up a new bag, I’m thinking a hot pink one this time.” you say getting ready to drive off.
“I love you.” she says poking your cheek.
you let out a deep sigh, “I love you too, I guess.”
“can you check the magazine that I have in the compartment and choose what juicy sweatsuit I should get?”
oh how she loved her girlfriend.
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