#sungjae fanfic

[shibuinni3]

Babá Perfeito!

03/11/23; Capa para uso pessoal.

Park Jaehyung e Park Sungjin, Day6.

[lilianrennifer]

🐿️ Minhyuk

Nothing So Far

🐅 Hyunsik

Nothing So Far

[90sloverwithinsomnia]

Red Velvet and the haunted dorms [Ft. Super Junior] - Chapter 1/1

This is one of many archived fanfics featuring 1st and 2nd generation K-pop acts that I've come across recently. It's all in good fun, and maybe a bit cringeworthy! Just to clarify, I don't post fanfics, so I hope to the people that post and read K-pop fanfics makes sense. Credits go out to the original creator plincess_cho. *Note: Nothing in their post will change (unless necessary), other than being posted here, and the (Link) will be provided to the page that i found it on.

Characters:

Son Seungwan (Wendy), Kim Yerim (Yeri), Kang Seulgi, Bae Joohyun (Irene), Park Sooyoung (Joy), Kim Heechul, Choi Siwon, Cho Kyuhyun, Park Jungsoo (Lee Teuk), Kim Jongwoon (Yesung), Kim Ryeowook, Jeon Younghoon (Gunhee), Kim Taeyeon, Yook Sungjae, Kim Youngwoon (Kangin)

Summary:

Red Velvet move into Super Junior's old dorms. But are their dorms really haunted like everyone says?

Chapter 1:

“Welcome to your new dorm!” the manager says. He keys a passcode into the lock and pushes the door open. The members of Red Velvet follow him into their new home. They set down their suitcases in the main living area and look around. They look through the kitchen, peek into the bedrooms, and all reconvene in the main area so the manager can dole out living arrangements.

“There are enough bedrooms for everyone to have their own room,” he says. “Irene, since you’re the leader, you can pick first.”

“This is such a nice dorm!” she comments as she tries to decide which room to take. “Thanks for getting this for us, manager Oppa.”

“They almost gave you a dorm on the eleventh floor, but I managed to convince them to give you this one instead,” the manager says.

“What was wrong with the eleventh floor?” Seulgi asks.

“It…” the manger searches for the right word, “had the vague smell of bean paste.”

The girls look at each other in confusion but say nothing. Instead, they set about choosing their rooms and unpacking their suitcases as they wait for the rest of their things to arrive.

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“You moved into the old Super Junior dorms?” Sungjae says to Joy after a filming one day.

“I guess so?” Joy replies. “We’re on the sixth floor of the SM dorms in Gangnam, if that’s what you mean.”

Sungjae laughs. “Yep, that’s the one. I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I’ve heard it’s haunted.”

“Haunted?” Joy exclaims. “What do you mean haunted?”

Sungjae shrugs. “That’s what Kangin said when he found out you were moving in. He said not to tell you but…”

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“Haunted?” Wendy repeats. “Their dorm is haunted?”

Taeyeon nods, completely serious. “That’s what Heechul told me. He said that after all of the members moved out, their spirits will haunt the dorms forever.”

Wendy eyes her skeptically. “But that was… Heechul. Don’t you think he might have been teasing you?”

Taeyeon ignores her and continues, “He says that sometimes, there’d be reports of screams late at night. Or the television turning on and off without anyone touching it, stuff like that.”

Wendy doesn’t know what to believe so she says nothing. Maybe she’ll invest in some night lights.

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“Is it true?” they ask their manager when they’re all back in the dorm for a dorm meeting.

“What?” the manager asks, looking up from his bowl of jjajjangmyeon.

“That our dorm is haunted,” Yeri says.

“This is Super Junior’s old dorm, isn’t it?” Wendy asks. “We’ve heard it’s… haunted.”

But their manager just laughs. “This dorm isn’t haunted. Super Junior probably just made up that rumour to scare you.”

The girls all look at each other. True, their Super Junior sunbaes do like to joke around, but would they joke around at their dongsaengs expense like this? Usually they play pranks on each other.

After their managers all leave, the girls have a powwow. “What do you think, Irene?” Seulgi asks. “It’s not haunted… right?”

“I think,” the leader says, “I think we should call Donghae. He’d tell us the truth about whether or not it was haunted.” She pulls out her phone and starts to dial when she remembers, “Oh, but he’s already left for the military. He won’t have his phone then I suppose.”

“Besides, Sungjae said that Kangin said that the dorms were haunted,” Joy adds, “so there’s really no use in calling them. I don’t think it’s actually haunted…” but her voice sounds unsure.

“I’ll guess we’ll just have to wait and see,” Wendy says.

They all change into their pyjamas and tuck themselves into bed. They all take the necessary precautions however; three members curl up with their trusty stuffed animals while two others plug in night lights before hitting the hay. You could never be too safe after all.

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“HAJIMA!”

Yeri jolts out of bed to the sound of a high pitched scream. She sits up in bed, breathing heavily, and hopes it was just a horrible dream.

But then it comes again. “HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

"What on earth?" Yeri doesn’t know what to do. The voice doesn’t sound like any of her bandmates, but what if they’re in trouble? She gets out of bed and creeps over to the door. Nervously she peers out into the hallway, but there’s no one there. She flicks on the lights and walks through the empty hallway to Irene’s room. "The screaming seems to have stopped, but what made that sound?”

“Irene?” she calls, knocking on the door. “Are you awake?”

No response.

“Irene?” she knocks again while opening the door. Inside, her leader is fast asleep, holding tightly to a stuffed dolphin. “Irene?”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!” the yell comes again.

“Irene!” Yeri exclaims, shaking Irene awake.

“What?!” Irene screams. She realizes who’s shaking her and calms down a bit. “Yeri, what’s wrong?”

“I keep hearing someone screaming,” she says. “And… it’s not any of our members.”

Irene tries to control her breathing. “Well, maybe the walls are thin. We are living in a dorm after all.”

“HIGH FIVE HAJIMA!”

Yeri grabs onto Irene and they cling to each other in terror. They hear footsteps echoing down the hall as Seulgi and Wendy come to join them.

“Should we call someone?” Wendy asks.

“But who would we call?” Seulgi asks.

They stay up half the night waiting for the scream to come again, but they don’t hear the screams again. The four finally fall into a fitful sleep on Irene’s small bed, and when they wake up, they’re sore and tired. They stumble into the kitchen to find Joy eating a bowl of cereal.

“Good morning,” she greets them cheerfully before her brows furrow in concern, “What happened to you guys?”

“You didn’t hear the screaming?” Wendy asks.

Joy looks at them quizzically. “No. What screaming?”

The other four exchange looks. Had they made the whole thing up?

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Wendy sits down in the chair in the dressing room as one of the coordi unnie's starts working on her hair. She pulls out a brush and some hairspray and sets about styling Wendy’s hair.

“Unnie?” Wendy asks hesitantly. “You used to be one of the coordinoonas for Super Junior right?”

“For a little while, yes,” she replies.

“Did they… did they ever say anything about… about their dorm being haunted?” she asks.

The coordi unnie just laughs. “They say a lot of things, honey. You never know with those kids, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they were spreading rumors.”

“But they’re just rumors, right?”

The coordi unnie stops brushing out Wendy’s hair to look at her in the mirror. “Of course they’re just rumours! None of the dorms are haunted.”

Wendy is about to protest and recount the story of the phantom screaming, but she decides against it. Maybe it was just a rumour.

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Besides the screams, other weird things seem to be happening. Every time they come back to the dorm, some piece of furniture is out of place. They often find the television on, always tuned to a Super Junior show. Weird things tend to go missing: first, it’s Yeri’s t-shirt. Then it’s the egg from Wendy’s bibimbap. Joy’s earphones disappear the day after.

“We probably just left them somewhere,” Irene tries to say.

“Or the ghosts took them,” Yeri says seriously.

Joy doesn’t know what to believe. Sure, she’s heard the rumours about their dorm being haunted, but she just can’t believe what her members are saying about the screams and the furniture.

“And it was yelling ‘high five hajima’?” she asks again. “That… that doesn’t even make sense.”

“Ghosts don’t make sense,” Yeri informs her solemnly. “Their logic is different from ours.”

“Yeri, you don’t actually believe there are ghosts in our dorm, do you?”

Yeri just shrugs.

“If there are really ghosts, how did Super Junior deal with them?” Joy asks.

“It’s Super Junior,” Irene replies. “The ghosts were probably afraid of them.”

The other members nod in agreement. They always knew when Super Junior were around because they were always so loud and boisterous. More than one of the managers had described them like a hurricane. “They’re loud, noisy, and they cause a lot of damage.”

“You haven’t heard the screaming again have you?” she asks.

The other members all exchange glances and shake their heads.

“Not yet anyways,” Seulgi says solemnly.

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That night, Joy tucks herself into bed after a long day. All she wants to do is relax before another day of filming. She reaches over to turn off the light and closes her eyes. She’s nearly asleep when she feels something wet on her cheek.

Drip.

She opens her eyes and looks around. She convinces herself it’s nothing and closes her eyes again.

Drip.

“It’s nothing,” she tells herself. “Nothing.”

Drip.

Drip drip drip.

Joy turns over and turns on the light. She’s alone in the room and there’s no sign of water anywhere. Where could it be coming from? She looks up at the ceiling but finds nothing. She crawls back into bed and squeezes her eyes tightly, trying to forget what the members had said about the dorm being haunted.

She falls asleep, but only for a few moments. She wakes up to a torrent of water and comes up sputtering. She screams as flails her arms for the light but when she turns it on, there’s no one there.

“Joy! Joy! Are you okay?” Irene bursts into her room. She sees Joy sitting up in bed, completely drenched. “What happened to you?”

“Somebody—somebody poured water on me!” Joy replies.

“Who?” Irene asks. “There’s nobody here.”

“I told you the dorm was haunted,” Yeri says, coming up behind Irene.

“It’s not…” Joy’s voice trails off.

“How else can you describe how you’re sopping wet if no one else dropped water on you?” Seulgi asks.

“I…”

“That’s it,” Irene announces. “I’m calling Siwon. We need him to pray the ghosts away.”

“But, but he’s in the army,” Wendy says. “I’ll call Taeyeon and see if she can help us. Maybe she can reach Siwon.”

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Taeyeon could not reach Siwon but she promises to send over the next best thing. A little while later, the girls open the door to someone shorter, skinnier, and more weirdly dressed than Siwon would ever dare to be.

“Someone called for an exorcist?” Heechul says, lifting the tip of his multi-coloured cowboy hat.

The girls all nod solemnly.

“Well, you’ve come to the right place. Exorcist assistant!” he bellows over his shoulder.

Another man walks in, carry a large duffel bag and looking someone less than amused.

“Who is that?” Seulgi whispers to Wendy. “He’s cute.”

“I think that’s his hairdresser, Gunhee,” she whispers back.

“He has his own personal hairdresser?”

“It’s Heechul.”

“Now in order to perform a proper exorcism, I need space to work,” Heechul says, motioning towards their kitchen table. The girls scurry to clean off the dishes while Gunhee sets the duffel bag on the cleared space. Heechul starts pulling a variety of random objects out of the bag, including a tub of bean paste, a Frozen Anna pillow, an Asuka doll, a can of corn (imported), a cat’s chew toy, Siwon’s Mr. Simple album, a stuffed lobster plushie, several large posters of himself, and a whole pile of shoelifts. The girls watch in amazement as he sets the items on the table. Gunhee just rolls his eyes.

“Watch the master,” he says, brandishing one of the shoelifts with a flourish.

First, he hangs up a poster of himself in each room in their dorm except the bathroom (“The humidity will ruin it”). Then, he sets the lobster plushie on the sofa (“I’d wash the slipcover after this,” Gunhee whispers to them. “You don’t want to know where that’s been”), the Anna pillow on Yeri’s bed, the Asuka doll next to Wendy’s teddy bear, and the Mr. Simple album on the coffee table. He starts humming as he opens the tub of bean paste and leaves it out next to all of their shoes (“But then our shoes will smell!” Irene protests. Heechul gives her a look and replies, “Don’t question my methods”). Finally, he tosses the cat’s chew toy onto the floor, sets the can of corn on the window sill, and starts sticking the shoelifts in any corner he can find.

“There,” he says, stepping back to admire his handiwork. “You’re safe.”

“Th-th-thank you, Heechul,” the girls say, somewhat bewildered at the weird scene that had just taken place.

Heechul makes Gunhee gather up the duffel bag and they bid the girls goodnight.

“Will that work?” Joy asks, the towel still around her shoulders.

“I hope so,” Irene replies. “Come on, let’s all get to bed.”

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And sure enough, Heechul’s weird methods do work. Nobody hears any more screaming and nobody wakes up drenched from a ghost. The girls finally start to relax and almost get used to tucking their shoes in plastic bags to avoid the smell of the bean paste. They nearly forget about their haunted dorm until one night late in January, the girls wake up to the sound of arguing. To the sound of male voices arguing. They all cluster in the hallway and tiptoe towards the source of the noise.

At first, they don’t see anyone, but as they tiptoe closer, they find a group of guys sitting in the kitchen, arguing loudly.

“No no, listen to me, first, we buy up all of the entertainment companies—with Siwon’s credit card of course. That way we can we over public opinion,” one voice says.

“Who gives a damn about public opinion? If we really want to take over Korea, we need an army, not just the public,” another interjects.

“The public can be an army!” a third protests. “If we combine our fans with TVXQ’s fans, we have an army right there.”

“Really we need the members in the army to start gathering recruits. So we have Eunhyuk in active duty, Siwon and Donghae in the police force, and Sungmin and Shindong in the military band.”

“Don’t forget about Yunho and Changmin. They’re in on this too.”

“So if we enlist the army, our fans, Kyuhyun’s gamer friends—”

“What about my gamer friends?”

“Fine, those too. If we effectively gather all of these groups plus the citizens, we can effectively begin our campaign to take over South Korea.”

Without thinking, Joy exclaims, “What?!”

The voices stop at once as everyone turns to face Joy.

“I… you’re… taking… Korea…” she stutters.

The boys all rise from the kitchen floor where they were sitting and turn to face the girls. They now realize it’s all of the non-enlisted Super Junior members. Leeteuk’s holding a giant map of Korea with military-style flags pinned at key cities, Kyuhyun is holding an elaborate set of charts, while Heechul carries what looks to be his cat.

“What are you doing here?” Yesung asks.

“We… we live here!” Wendy says, her voice squeaking.

“You live here? Since when?” Kyuhyun demands.

“Since… since you moved out!” Irene replies.

“Oh,” the boys say.

“Damn it! We did it again!” Leeteuk says. “Wrong dorm!”

The boys all quickly gather up the charts and maps (and cats) and hurry out the door, bowing their apologies as they leave. “Our apologies,” Leeteuk says. He bows deeply before shutting the door behind them.

The girls stand in awe for a long while.

“Did they—”

“Are they really—”

“What just happened?”

“I’m going back to bed.”

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The next day, the girls wake up to find their dorm exactly as it had been before Heechul “exorcised” it. Gone are the shoelifts in odd places. Gone is the tub of bean paste by their shoes. Gone are the posters of Heechul, his random dolls and pillows, and the lobster. Gone is the Mr. Simple album. And gone is the can of imported corn.

Their manager hurries them off to a music show. They hurriedly change into their stage outfits and find the styling room to sit in the chairs to let their coordis to their hair.

Then, like a hurricane of chaos, the Super Junior members enter the shared styling room yelling and pushing each other. The noise is almost deafening and the girls are all momentarily frightened, but the coordis continue as if nothing ever happened.

Heechul comes over to chat with the girls. “It’s the booyah kids!” he exclaims.

“Hi, Heechul,” they say in unison.

“Uhm, Heechul,” Irene ventures. “What… what exactly were you doing at our dorm last night?”

Leeteuk wanders over and wiggles his eyebrows. “Ohh, what was Heechul doing at your dorm last night?”

“You were there, Leeteuk. You should know!” Wendy says.

Both boys look confused. “We weren’t at your dorm last night.”

“You… yes, you were!” Yeri insists. “You were all sitting around the kitchen with all these maps and charts explaining how you were going to take over South Korea!”

The boys all look at each other and start high-fiving. “Yeah! Let’s take over South Korea!”

“And I’ll be the leader!” Kyuhyun announces proudly.

“Shut up, maknae, if anyone’s being the leader, it’s definitely going to be me!” Heechul exclaims.

The boys all start discussing how much fun it would be to actually take over Korea, but the poor Red Velvet members still need something resolved.

“Wait!” Irene shouts over all the noise. The boys quiet down. “So you weren’t at our dorm last night?”

“No!” they all exclaim.

“And you haven’t been moving our furniture or stealing our things or screaming in the middle of the night or throwing water on us?”

“Of course not,” Ryeowook replies. “Why would we do that?”

The Red Velvet members all exchange worried glances. “Then… then our dorm really is haunted.”

“But what about the exorcism Heechul did?” Seulgi asks.

“Woah, I’m not Siwon, I don’t do exorcisms,” Heechul replies. “Though really, neither does he so…”

Wendy, Irene, Seulgi, Yeri, and Joy look from the boys to each other.

“The dorm must really be haunted.”

Kyuhyun sidles up next to them. “So tell me about this plan the ghost version of us had to take over South Korea…”

[kyogre-blue]

Read chapter 11-20 of Disaster Class Hero. (2% completion lol)

There's a lot of interesting points in general, but worth noting is that novel vs manhwa definitely has a difference in tone due to the things that got dropped or toned down. The novel has some comedy from Lee Geon being kind of absurd, but the manhwa is more humorous in general, especially since they remove some of the bloodier violence, a lot of mentions about how oppressive the temples are, and how wildly incompetent the saints are without Lee Geon.

My biggest other takeaways:

Lee Geon is mentioned as being 25 before the Tower, but looking 50-60 due to speeding up his aging from burning his life energy to fight. Post Tower, he looks like he's about 18 and repeatedly compared to a high schooler. I thought the art for the novel and the promo chapter was twink Lee Geon, but it's actually true. Tbh I'm gonna quietly scrub that from my brain, I can't deal with it.

Hugo is stated to look late 30s, early 40s (so barely younger than his actual age??), and thinking about them side by side is hilarious.

When mentioning how he doesn't know what smartphones are initially, Lee Geon thinks he's from 2005, which would be only five years after the calamity invasion started. The manhwa dated his and Hugo's first meeting as 30 years ago, so something mysterious going on with the timeline.

Hugo has a photo that shows Yooha and Sungjae, ages supposedly 9 and 5 respectively. Sungjae is 16 in present day and turns 17 partway in. So that would mean Yooha has to be 20 at minimum. Given that Hugo and Jiwoo were supposed to have met after the tower (iirc?)... I suppose everyone might be rounding down when talking about how the tower was twenty years ago. Otherwise, I do recall that Koreans sometimes count age differently, and you basically need to reduce it by one, so maybe it's that?

Novel does explain why Hugo mistook a random person for Lee Geon. He specifically expected Lee Geon to look even older than before the tower, like in his 70s, so he singles out an old man who also happens to be a tourist wearing a replica of Lee Geon's mask and even makeup to mimic his scars. So it's extremely understandable that he doesn't get it. Actually, even the divine gods who don't distinguish people based on their faces don't recognize Lee Geon, so he's basically entirely different from his previous self.

Worth noting is that Lee Geon seems to genuinely not understand how different he is from everyone else and what he can expect from others, to the point that I'm kind of surprised he hasn't killed someone accidentally by misjudging his strength. (my fanfic brain: bodyswap shenanigans with a touch of angst, yes??)

[inspired-by-the-music]

Pairing: Sungjae x Reader

sillage (french, n.) - the scent that lingers in air, the trail left in water, the impression made in space after something or someone has been and gone

Note: mom roasted me for being emotional over Sungjae’s enlistment like she doesn’t understand true love 🙄😂

Because it would only worry Peniel to learn that you haven't fully adjusted to Sungjae's enlistment, you always offer your best smile when meeting him for lunch. You don't mention the reluctance with which you finally changed the bedsheets or how relieved you were when Sungjae's scent somehow lingered on the pale yellow sheets retrieved from that closet in the hallway. You don't mention that your unseasonably warm green hoodie came from Sungjae's side fo the closet. You aren't even the first to say Sungjae's name. 

"I think I'm technically not supposed to tell you this," Peniel speaks through a mouthful of pizza, "but obviously I'm gonna. By now, Sungjae should know that anything he tells me will make its way to you. So, really, in a way, it's his own fault that his surprise is being spoiled." 

Probably turning green with envy, you ask, "When did you talk to him? I haven't heard from him in a little while." 

Obviously, you aren't angry. Aside from understanding that Sungjae is as busy as ever, it isn't as if you have locked yourself in your apartment to sit by the phone from sunrise to sunset. You are old and wise enough to know that life goes on even when you are separated from somebody you love. Still, your eyes narrow instinctively at Peniel. 

"Maybe two, three days ago? I can't remember." Peniel shrugs. "Sungjae probably knows that if he talks to you, he'll slip up and admit that he's coming home this weekend. He can't keep a secret, not even his own, to save his life." Your heart swells as you parrot, "He's coming home." 

Just as Peniel predicted, Sungjae appears on your doorstep early Saturday wearing the smile you haven't put out of your mind since seeing it for the first time. 

"You're wearing my shirt!" He cheers, pointing at the depiction of Mickey Mouse on your chest, in the moments before you throw your arms around him. As you rise onto the tips of your toes to peck at his cheek and bury your face in the crook of his neck, savoring— memorizing— the comfort of being tangled in his embrace, Sungjae giggles. "Does that mean you missed me too?"

"Of course!" You tell him. "I've missed you in every moment of every day, but— it's funny— I also found you everywhere I looked."

Practically carrying you into the living room where he landed with you on the couch, Sungjae pouts, confused. "What do you mean?" 

"Your traces—" you try to explain as he traces around your lips with his thumb— "they're everywhere. And not just in the apartment. They're all over the place: in the sky, especially in the clouds, in the flowers. And I'm starting to think that the only explanation is that I carry you everywhere with me."

Sungjae blinks and drops a kiss on the tip of your nose. "It's like I always tell you! Where you go, I go!"

[fanfic-wonderland]

BTOB - Them And Reader Being Judges In Produce X 101

A/N: got this requested on my other blog, but since I'm not too active on that one anymore I'll post it here!

And yes, this is an OT7 post. Hope you enjoy!

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Eunkwang

Is absolutely thrilled that he gets to work beside his partner.

Although everyone is already aware of your relationship, he doesn't even try to be discreet about it. It's actually pretty cute.

Both of you are known as the "parents" of the show, because you're both some of the oldest and you like to look out for the trainees.

You're both pretty good at giving them advice, but sometimes when Eunkwang senses that the trainees are way too tense, he tries to cheer them up by trying to be funny.

"-and if you end up falling on stage, just play dead and stay there until the music stops. Like this-"

You playfully scold him while the trainees are laughing at the way he is giving a demonstration. "Yah- why would you tell them that?"

When It's time for the judges to evaluate the performances, he of course is being his usual self -he is known to be quite the mood maker.

When It's finally your turn to speak and give criticism, he always takes the opportunity to make you flustered, with comments like, "Y/N looks so pretty today, don't they?" or "Everyone please give Y/N a round of applause, they have been working very hard lately."

You also don't fail to amuse him with your own comments, and when you say something funny his loud laugh is the one thing heard all around the room.

Everyone loves your interactions -the trainees, the host, the other judges, the viewers- and they're always one of the things that people look forward to watching on the next episode.

Minhyuk

You have always been a huge fan of BTOB, and it just so happens that Minhyuk is your favorite.

That's why when you get the opportunity to work alongside him as a judge in Produce X 101, you are ecstatic.

A lot of people working on the show know this, so of course they have to put you on the spot right in front of him.

All you do is laugh and cover your face in embarrassment as soon as the host asks you about your love for Minhyuk, who just so happens to be sitting right next you.

When you finally gain the courage to confirm it, the host turns to Minhyuk in order to ask him how he feels about this.

"I'm very honored, because I'm a fan of them, too." He replies on his microphone, sending the audience into a frenzy.

You almost faint right on the spot.

From that point forward, both of you seem to grow closer, and you feel much more comfortable being around him.

You're able to joke with him, elaborate on things he points out, and you even begin to take selcas together.

It's really no surprise to anyone when, months after the show has finished airing, an article about you two being in a relationship comes out.

You both confirm It’s true.

Changsub

Has the biggest crush on you and it shows.

He is your #1 fanboy, even if he's been in the industry for much longer than you have.

Whenever the judges are introduced, and It's your turn to be called, you will either see him standing up and clapping dramatically, or randomly taking out a sign with your name on it.

"Y/N, notice me!" He will shout, despite the fact that you're only like two seats away from him.

His facial expressions speak for themselves, as well.

Changsub is always mesmerized by every single thing that you say or do.

When you have to do a special performance for the show's finale, he, just like everyone else, is blown away by your charisma and vocals on stage.

He is also quite the gentleman.

He would often pull a chair out for you, open doors for you, etc.

Frankly put, he is whipped.

Hyunsik

He gets very shy around you.

It's because he likes you, a lot, and is excited to start working with you.

You feel the exact same way.

This guy would laugh at everything you do.

Sometimes, he would even join in on whatever you're doing. It makes you feel giddy on the inside.

When asked about you, he would speak very fondly of you. He really does admire you.

You also admire him, and you wish that you could tell him how much.

Neither of you would be brave enough to make the first move, and it would drive everyone crazy.

Especially the other BTOB members.

He would also be staring at you whenever you weren't looking, but it wouldn't be in a creepy way. It's because he thinks you're beautiful, and he can't help himself.

You wouldn't notice, but the people on Twitter definitely would.

Peniel

He has known you for a long time, so he's glad that both of you get to be judges on the show.

Is very comfortable talking to you, and neither of you feel the need to speak properly to each other; It's just something you're not used to with him.

Both of you know English, so when you want to mess around and make the other judges frustrated you just have full on Enlgish conversations in front of them.

It's also a good thing that you're both very close, because it makes it easier to work together once you're both assigned to write and produce one of the songs for the show's finale.

You guys are at his studio for hours. You have to force yourselves to stop at some point, in order to finally eat a proper meal.

It's probably the most time you've spent together in a single day, ever.

At one point, you end up falling asleep on Peniel's shoulder. He does nothing to pull away, probably because of the fact that he's also sleeping.

Although it gets tough, you guys manage to come up with the perfect song, and you're both so proud.

You feel even prouder when the finale comes around and you see the performance. You and Peniel were wiping imaginary tears away, to let the trainees know how much you loved it. Barely any criticism was necessary.

It made you realize how much you really loved working with Peniel, and you were looking forward to doing so again, soon.

Ilhoon

You and Ilhoon meet for the very first time on the show, and you hit it off from the very beginning.

You like how he knows so much about music, and how he is so good at noticing every single detail in the performances.

He can be a bit strict with the trainees sometimes, but It’s not in a malicious way. He really does care about them.

He likes your brightness, your ability to make everyone smile so easily.

You both talk the most when there's a commercial break going on; It's mostly small talk about the trainees that have caught your attention the most, but it soon develops into something bigger.

You find out that Ilhoon is actually really funny as the show progresses, and that he can get very, very flirty as well.

With you, specifically.

It's not like you mind it, but sometimes you're afraid of mistaking his flirting with his humor, so you try to be as casual about it as possible.

You cannot deny that he makes you nervous, though. In a good way.

Sungjae

Professionalism? He has not heard about such thing when it comes to teasing you on the show.

It's a constant playful bickering between the two of you, but fans of the show find it very entertaining.

They also don't miss the chance to point out the fact that you two are unaware of how much you like each other.

Even your friends talk about it in the group chat, but you deny it like your life depends on it.

Sungjae, on the other hand, loves to feed into it.

"Yes, I do think that Y/N likes me, and that's why they can't get enough of me." He would say once the host asked him if what people are saying is true.

But you wouldn't keep quiet. "I think It's Sungjae who likes me, because he keeps teasing me, and he is probably too afraid to admit it."

Everyone would laugh at Sungjae's look of defeat, including yourself.

However, it does seem to work in your favor, because once the show ends Sungjae ends up asking you out (but he swears It’s not a date).

You surprise yourself by accepting his invitation.

[kpopjust4u]

BtoB Masterlist

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Can’t be without you [F] 

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Sungjae and dahyun icons

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[ch-ilito]

“Como fazer um baile de carnaval perfeito em casa, por Minhyuk”

[tshtlow]

Tarot Cards Challenge!

Primeira capa para o Desafio das cartas de Tarot @printempscolore

1- O Mago

Eu peguei a referência das cores da própria carta de tarot. No começo, fiquei em dúvida para saber quem seria perfeito como protagonista da capa, mas isso foi até eu encontrar esse lindo png do Sungjae do BTOB e ficar "Perfeito, será você". Foi muito simples, além de que usei as borboletas azuis para sinalizar a paz e a sabedoria, o cálice que há na própria carta, e além da ampulheta que indica o tempo que está passando. Não sei se consegui passar uma mensagem, mas dei o meu melhor! Além de ter pensado em um ótimo plot para uma fanfic futura. A palavra liberdade significa estar livre, e esse título, eu escolhi aleatoriamente, confesso, mas tenho certeza que ele dará uma boa iniciativa no decorrer da possível história.

29/11/2021

[changbinport]

[♡] O amor nas entrelinhas · btob

[seidooreiki]

I almost cried while writing this chapter

Maybe because I get influenced by the recent episode of the drama

Feel free to read it! Don’t forget to leave kudo and comment!

[offars]

sleep well

genre: fluff pairing: im hyunsik x reader I had to do it for the mellos

“how was your day, baby?” he asked. 

you knew by his tone he was doing something else, probably working on some new song since it was late and he left work a couple hours ago, but it made you feel important that he wouldn’t let a day pass without hearing your voice, even when he was busy. 

you put on your headband to start your skin routine as you turn on the speaker mode and told him everything you did. there was not a thing to hide from him, or a thing he would think as non-important. he always listened carefully, and reacted to everything you had to say. he laughed when you told him how you forgot your glasses and had to come back home for them, which caused you to be late to work. 

“you should be more careful” 

“thank you, sik, I’ll keep it in mind”

you laid on your bed as you listened to hyunsik telling you about his day and then scold him when he talked about that annoying co-worker he had to deal with. 

“you’re too nice, hyunsik, he is using you to pay for his meals. is not a casualty he always forgets to bring his wallet with him”, you could hear him laughing on the other side of the line,  “seriously, stop being so nice. if you do this tomorrow, I swear to god I’m flying to seoul to kick his ass”

“should I do it, then?” he said jokingly. 

“I’d like to see you try” 

there was a long pause because he got caught up in some beats, you just waited for him while listening to his work, it was so relaxing you almost fell asleep. 

“I saw a dog café yesterday and thought of you. when you come back we should go” 

“we should” you were dragging out words and your eyes felt heavy, but you were fighting against yourself as if it was your last chance to talk to him ever again. 

“are you falling asleep?”, he giggled.

“I think I am, but keep talking to me. what else do you want to do together?” he could hear your suppressed yawn and thought of how cute you’d be looking in that moment. 

“I’ll take you to the café as I said. also we can go to my parents’ if you want too, they miss you too. and there’s this new museum a few blocks from my office and it seems interesting and it’s good for taking pictures, everything’s aesthetic. what do you think?” 

“sounds great, love” 

he laughed to himself as he was sure you did not hear a thing he said. 

“I should let you sleep now” 

and there was no response from you. 

“sleep well, baby”

[vitaminbtob]

Hey lovely Melodies 💙

I hope you all are having a great day/night 😘. I know I am not that active like i was when I made this blog but college is really taking a lot of my time 😢 .

So I am not able to work on something that requires creativity. But recently I got into astrology 😅 and I was wondering if you all are interested I'll will write some astrology stuff about our boys ���👈

Let me know what you think about it and I will work on it if you want me too 😇

~Love you All 😘

[cat-tob]

Last Rain

Please, don't leave like the rain

Yook Sungjae x OC

(previously uploaded under killingmebtob)

"Ah, I'm out of bread," I mumbled to myself absentmindedly as I checked the kitchen.

I rummaged for other alternative breakfast choices but I discovered that I had run out of practically everything available. I did not even have any milk or eggs to cook a decent omelette. When was the last time I did a grocery run? Judging from the state of my kitchen, it could have been at least a month ago. Sighing, I decided to take a quick run to the store nearby. Glancing up at the sky, I noticed that dark clouds were starting to cover the sun. Before leaving, I hurriedly went to grab an umbrella, in any case of rain.

I was not exactly aware of what I shopped for. In my dazed and numbed state, I took what I thought were necessities off the shelves; food that would get me through the next few days. Baby steps, I told myself. At least, I was able to go to the store without any troubles. Paying for the groceries I had grabbed, I headed out with a whole bag of it. As soon as I stepped out of the store, I felt the fresh stream of raindrops dripping onto my face. I raised my head to study the sky. The heavy dark clouds had started pouring, wetting everything on Earth. I opened my umbrella after a few moments of difficulty as I had to carry the groceries with one hand. Finally successfully sheltering myself from the rain, I glanced up to the dark sky.

It was raining that day too.

I started to walk down the street back to my apartment, my heavy steps dragging behind me. It felt like a routine that I had given up on; a part of my life's schedule that I had tossed aside. Passing by the florist, the smell of her favourite flower suddenly surrounded me. I stopped still, standing in front of the store as I drowned myself in this familiar scent. For a moment, I entertained the notion, the feeling that she was here with me again. Was I deluded for thinking so? If this was the only way I could think of her, was it so wrong? Without hesitation, I chose and picked up a bunch of it. Wordlessly, I fished out the correct change to the florist and placed it together with my groceries.

Before I realized what I was doing, I found myself getting into my car at my apartment's parking lot before driving off to see her. The scent filled the small space of the vehicle, just like how it had been when she purchased a bunch of that particular flowers whenever I picked her up from her grocery run. In the pouring rain, I parked my car in a random lot that I found and made my way towards her. With a stalk of flower from the bunch I bought, I stood in front of her. She was just like how she was when she left, as pretty as usual. While I was growing older than her, year by year. Closing my eyes, I started to recall that moment when I was giddy with happiness after she said yes.

"Let's do it," she said. "I'm not going to take the pills anymore."

Those few words had changed my life. I remembered grabbing onto her hands, laughing at the choice she had made with me in mind. I was so drunk on her decision that I never considered the implications behind it. But I should have known that she was risking her life for my happiness. For me. I laughed bitterly at the memory, that was the beginning of our end, the calm before the storm. The noble idiot made her choice, thinking it was the best for her love. But I would give anything to go back to that day and stopped her.

"You like children, we should try to have one of our own."

I scoffed as I recalled her words. I clenched my hand into a fist as the memories came back in torrential waves. Little did I know, there was a lot more behind the smile that she had given. I blinked once, realising that the rain had dripped off from my umbrella and onto my face. However, I could no longer make out if it was the rain or my tears anymore.

"Why did you do that, you fool?"

Distinctively, I remembered how my world crumbled after she was rushed to the emergency ward one night. It had started innocently enough, we had been watching television when all of a sudden, she complained of pains in her abdomen before she lost consciousness and passed out.

"Mr. Yook, have you ever been informed of your girlfriend's condition before? Because of the abnormalities of her uterus, she was actually informed that she had a slim chance of bearing a child for doing so would put her life in danger."

That news stormed my heart and my life. I begged the doctor to save her, pleaded to him to give her another chance, and if possible, to give the unborn child a chance too. But I had to make a choice, and without a second thought, I chose her. She was my life; we shared every breath that we took. Without her, I was nothing. Without her, I would cease to exist because she was so deeply ingrained in me. Who would have expected her to choose the child instead?

"There were several complications after the miscarriage. She's bleeding too much internally, there's nothing more we can do."

The last five words were enough to bring my world to an end. I cried, I broke down, I whined like a kid. But nothing could have helped, not even God. That day when she left with the rain, my soul left along with her. And I did not even manage to say our last goodbye.

She should have been more stubborn to insist on her point of view.

She should not have given in to me, she should have told me.

She should have trusted me enough, she should have continued the pills.

She should not have met me.

But all the could haves and should haves of the world would never bring her back.

Don't leave like the rain, please.

[tiarasidestory]

sungjoy chapter is up

worked as fast as i could to post before i start my trip to MIAMI BEACH to see REDMARE. the next update will be the conclusion to joys intro. i will probably start it after i get back from the concert but thats not set in stone. (maybe before i leave) so head over to forvelvet to check it out when u have the time!