#taehee fanfic

[my-soul-sings]

Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader 

Summary: Taehee treats a cut that you got, and more. 

A/N: I don’t have a title for this, it’s just some soft Taehee fluff. Enjoy my verbal diarrhea. :)  

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It was just a small cut on your finger, an accident that had happened when you were mincing spring onions to assist Taehee in dinner preparations. It didn’t even bleed that much either.

And yet, Taehee wouldn’t stop fussing over you, panicking as if you had gotten stabbed instead of lightly cut by a knife. “Sit here,” he insisted, pushing you gently but firmly towards the chair at the kitchen island, before hurrying off to fetch the first-aid-kit. 

You looked down at your miserable index finger, mentally chiding yourself for being so careless. All you wanted was to help Taehee for once, instead of having him worry about you as he tended to do practically all throughout the day. Even if he was busy at work he would somehow find time to drop you texts every now and then to check up on you, to ask if you were bored at home, or if you were at work, how work was going. 

And yet, you had managed to make him worry again. If he weren’t a goblin, his face would probably be overflowing with wrinkles by now. 

“I’m back,” he called from behind you, before appearing in your line of sight. He stood in front of you, placing the first-aid box on the table, and you watched his side profile as he opened the box and started rummaging through its contents.

“Oh, I can do this myself,” you began, about to get up, but he put a hand up to stop you, before it went to your shoulder to gently push you back down.

“No, let me,” he said with a smile, and you couldn’t argue against that. You were always weak to his smiles. 

With nothing else to do but wait, your eyes began wandering. Taehee looked really tall from where you were sitting, and he was standing close enough that your knee was barely grazing the side of his jeans-covered mid-thigh. Your gaze swept across the side of his face, noticing how his lips was slightly pursed and his brow was furrowed in concentration. Or worry. 

"Give me your hand,” he said, and you put your hand in his open palm like an obedient puppy. His hand was only just slightly bigger than yours, you realised. And it was warm. 

He held your index finger, and began dabbing at the cut with the antiseptic-drenched cotton tip. The alcohol stung slightly, but his every touch was gentle and careful. 

It was just a fleeting thought, but you wished it was your hand that he was holding, instead of just your finger.

And when you realised what just crossed your mind, you looked away, eyes darting away in shame from your finger to his face... that you realised was awfully close to yours.

For the most part, his bangs were covering his face so you couldn’t see much other than the protruding tip of his nose and his lips. Still, you could smell the faint, lingering cologne he wore to work and recognised it as the scent that you picked out for him a while back. 

“Does it hurt?” he asked, not looking up. 

You shook your head. “No, I told you it’s fine. It’s just a small cut.”

“Still,” he sighed. “It... pains me to see you hurt in any way.” 

He looked up then, which resulted in your faces being mere inches apart. You felt a burning sensation in your cheeks, and it grew hotter the longer you stared wide-eyed into his blue-grey irises. They were such a beautiful colour, and you hadn’t gotten the chance to see them up close until now. 

Your breath hitched when you felt his grip on your index finger tighten just a little. The lack of distance between you was making you extremely aware of every movement he made, and every second that passed seemed to stretch on for an eternity. 

You were running out of air, but you didn’t dare to breathe. What if your breath smelled? What if he heard just how loudly your heart was beating? It was ready to burst out of your eardrums at this point.

“You should be more careful,” he admonished, though instead of the usual nagging tone, his voice had lowered to a gentle whisper. The voice you recognised sometimes in the late nights when you dozed off on the couch and he carried you back to your room to sleep, chiding you as he went. His eyes confidently held your gaze, and you broke eye contact first, looking down. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured. 

“What for?”

“For making you worry.” 

You heard a chuckle blow past his lips then, and he released your finger. You raised your head, watching as he took out the stickers of the plaster to carefully wrap it around your finger. 

“I will always worry about you,” he told you with a smile, although there was a tinge of sadness in it. “You’re too important to me.” 

Your heart seemed to skip a beat at the bold confession, and you felt the heat in your face spread to the tips of your ears. You hoped your face wasn’t red, but from the grin that showed on Taehee’s face, it seemed that you were wearing your heart on your sleeve. As usual.

Suddenly feeling embarrassed, you pulled your finger away, only for him to catch your wrist immediately after. You could only stare as he wordlessly took your hand in his, and drew it closer to his face, until your finger touched his lips.

He pressed a soft kiss to it, just above the plaster, where your cut was. You could feel his breath fanning against your fingers, and your insides turned to mush. The syllables of his name died on the tip of your tongue.

“There. All better now.” 

When Taehee finally released you, you almost heaved a sigh of relief. And disappointment at the loss of warmth on your hand.

“You should go rest. I can finish up here.” 

Usually, you would protest and insist on staying and helping out.

But now, all you could manage was a meek nod, before you hightailed it out of there, briskly walking up the stairs, heading straight for the comfort of your room and face-planting into your soft bed.

All you could think about was that kiss. That soft, gentle, barely-there kiss. The feel of his lips on your finger. His warm breath on your hand. Your heart that couldn’t calm down anymore. 

You didn’t know what to think. What did that kiss even mean? Taehee could be so confusing at times.

But well, one thing was for sure:

This was going to be one hell of an awkward dinner.  

[gavin-plz-call-me]

Can I have the WC boys reacting to MC who cracks dark jokes and generally has a dark sense of humor?

First things first I'd like to apologize for the delay in answering this ask for you. My computer is being fixed right now, and I'm actually at the library finishing up this prompt 😅 Anyways, thanks for the ask!!

TW: Mentions of Suicide and bodily harm against one's self and others, nothing too graphic though, just baseless threats.

There's also a brief mention of periods, but everything is gender neutral besides that.

Yooha

Is the most likely of the boys to laugh along with you.

When he was still in the painting he heard you crack a few dark jokes, most of them at your own expense "I didn't find that fortune teller and all I got was this dumb-ass painting, that's it, I'm jumping in front of a bus."

And he's just like, lmao same also tf is a bus?

Until he realizes you need to free him, then he's yelling like a madman knowing full well that you can't hear a word he's saying, begging you to at least wait until he's free to die.

I'm getting serious Beetlejuice (the musical, I've never seen the movie 😅) vibes from the two of you.

When he's finally free from the painting and he grows a bit more attached to you he'll be a bit concerned for you, but as long as you assure him they're jokes and you don't ever sound too serious about it, then he'll mostly laugh along with you.

He also eggs you on when you're making dark jokes directed at other people.

"Hansol, I swear to god if you don't turn down your music I'll smash in your kneecaps." Yooha's already handing you a bat to do the deed and Hansol is terrified

All in all, the two of you are a chaotic duo.

Taehee

Taehee finds out about your habit while you're on your period one day.

"Taehee, how much do you think I'd get if I sold my uterus on the black market?"

"Well, you'd probably get a couple t- why do you want to know?"

"Well I was thinking of cutting my uterus out and I might as well get a few bucks from it."

He sort of just awkwardly laughs it off, but he definitely talks to his therapist coworkers to see if there's anything he should be doing for you.

In all honesty, though, he feels terrible and sort of blames himself for your constant dark jokes, I mean the dark jokes are probably a coping mechanism for your awful childhood, and in his mind your bad luck is entirely his fault.

He won't say much to get you to stop saying them though, but don't you dare joke about killing yourself in front of him.

You will bring this man to tears before you can get your entire joke out, and he won't leave your side for the rest of the day in fear of you actually doing something.

On the other hand, as long as Yooha is on the receiving end of your jokes, Taehee will egg you on occasionally.

"Yooha! If you leave the toilet seat up one more time, I'm cutting your balls off!"

"So what you're gonna want to do is make a small incision at the base of the scrotum..." Will give you full, medically accurate, instructions.

Yooha is currently looking into athletic cups to protect his baby makers.

Hansol

Idk why, but Hansol gives me major car-boy vibes, and I like to imagine him pointing cool cars out to you when he's bored.

"Wow! Look at that one MC! It's so cool!"

"Damn, that thing looks expensive. Imagine how much money I'd get if they ran me over. I could pay off my debts and still have enough money to buy a jacuzzi." You then stand up, and take a few steps towards the car, all in a joking matter of course, but Hansol doesn't get that.

He literally attaches himself to your torso, dragging you away from the street, tears in his eyes "You can have all my money, MC, just please don't hurt yourself like that."

You're gonna have to assure him you're joking.

After that incident, he understands your jokes a little more, but still gets anxious when you jokingly say you're gonna hurt yourself.

Doesn't like it much when you're jokes attack other people as well.

"Biho, if you don't wake up right now I'm gonna eat your goldfish alive."

"MC! Biho's a baby, he can't help that he sleeps too much, and his poor goldfish have nothing to do with this."

Maybe lay off on the dark humor in front of Hansol.

Biho

Please don't make dark jokes in front of him, he will cry.

You make your first dark joke to Biho some time after Taehee re-ties your fates.

"Biho, can you hand me that knife? My pinky hurts so bad, I'm just gonna cut it off."

Biho's first instinct is to steer you into his and Hansol's room so he can keep an eye on you, all while you're trying to explain to him that you were 100% okay maybe 99% joking, but he's not having it.

After he puts you in Hansol's care, he goes straight to Taehee to beg him to untie your fates so you don't cut your finger off.

It takes you and Taehee a considerable amount of time to convince him you were joking.

Does not like when you make jokes concerning yourself, and takes every single one seriously.

He's a little more relaxed when you make jokes at the expense of others, but he's very logical about your threats.

"Taehee, if you don't promise not to put some health-nut herbs in our dinner tomorrow, I'm shoving my spaghetti up your ass!"

"That might be a bit difficult to do. First of all, spaghetti is very flimsily and probably wouldn't go into Tahee's butt very well, secondly Taehee is much stronger than you so I don't think you'd be able to get to his butt very well, third..." and on and on and on.

Biho is a very practical goblin, so unless you want a very well meaning lecture about the insertablility of spaghetti, I suggest you don't make dark jokes in front of him.

[theoceanspanwaves]

Wannabe Challenge Headcanons (Innocent Question--all)

(<y/n> means ‘your name’)

> You and all four housemates are sitting at the table one morning quietly eating some amazing breakfast Taehee dreamt up

> last night you were reading a manhwa about a goddess and a human who fell in love and it made you wonder

> you know goblins can have children with humans, but what about other gods?

> could Fortuna have children with a human? What about Yooha?

> so you ask, because there's no such thing as a stupid question right

> "Yooha...what would happen if you and I had a baby?"

> Taehee immediately chokes on his mouthful of food

> Biho drops his fork and clutches his heart

> Yooha looks like he's about to fall out of his chair

> Hansol actually falls out of his chair

> these boys are so dramatic

> Hansol jumps up and he is mad

> "What are you making my <y/n> ask?"

> Yooha slaps his hand off his collar. "I didn't put her up to this!"

> Taehee has cleared his windpipe enough to speak. "This creature," he indicates Yooha, "is not and has never been human, though he takes the false shape of one. To do...that would be beastiality, which is illegal."

> "Beastiality? Excuse me?" Yooha's voice has raised an octave

> "Furthermore, he would be an unfit father, as evidenced by his behavior," Taehee finishes, sipping his coffee stiffly

> Yooha looks like he's about to throw his fork at Taehee's head. "What are you implying?"

> "I'm not implying anything. I think I said what I meant clearly."

> instead of snipping back, Yooha looks at you and smiles. "<y/n>. It hasn't happened often, but it's possible. Our children will be something like demi-gods. And they'll be very good looking, too, no matter who they take after."

> "'Will be'??" Hansol is outraged. "As if I'd give <y/n> to you!"

> Yooha scoffs at Hansol. "Sit down, you dodo bird."

> Biho has been quiet and his face is blank, but an aura of doom is billowing out from him. "...we haven't heard why <y/n> asked such a question. ...<y/n>?"

> rather confused, you explain about the manhwa and how you already knew goblins could reproduce with humans

> Hansol and Taehee exhale in relief, and Taehee rubs his forehead as if he has a headache now

> Biho's face has softened. "...I see. You were curious. Now you know, so you don't have to think about something like that ever again."

> Yooha is disappointed, but perks up after a moment. "Foxes are considered the best lovers among all the yogoe, you know. Far superior to mere goblins. Wanna see for yourself?"

> no one at the table interferes or so much as bats an eye when Hansol bodily throws Yooha out of the kitchen

[wannabetwins]

White String of Hate

Summary: In which Taehee, the resident clean freak, is driven to the brink of insanity.

***

It started when he found pieces of white string on his clothes.

At first, he thought nothing of it. He had just re-organized the closets in the house. Maybe some stray cobwebs had floated into the room—nothing his duster couldn’t handle.

But then he started seeing them elsewhere. In his potted plants, the kitchen counter, the floor… And every time he mentioned it, his housemates merely shrugged it off and dismissed it as him being too much of a “clean freak”. He knew he had a tendency to be more sensitive to these things, so he let it slide, and told himself he was just thinking too much... before wiping down the surfaces till they were back to their pristine, clean state.

Still, the white strings continued to appear. He couldn’t even wear black shirts anymore without feeling irked to the bone. Even his trusty lint roller wasn’t enough to keep them at bay. "Maybe it's a lint mutation!" Hansol suggested. That was a ridiculous suggestion, of course… but Taehee did buy a new roller. Still it proved to be of little use; the pesky little strings kept coming back like scheming parasites.

By the seventh day, Taehee was beginning to question his sanity. Maybe he’d just worked too many long hours. Maybe his eyes were just tired. Maybe all he needed was a long night of sleep.

For days, the strings plagued his sight, their appearances growing more and more ridiculous. One morning, he even found it on his toothbrush. However, just like before, his housemates responded to his questions with that same indifference.

But he couldn’t get it out of his mind. The white strings consumed his every thought, and it was impossible to avoid them in the house when they seemed to have plagued every corner of his home.

There had to be a scientific explanation behind it—a sickness? But everyone was perfectly healthy. White hairs from stress-induced aging? But he was a goblin.... The others certainly didn’t seem to have developed white hairs either. He got MC to check his head on multiple occasions too, and she had assured him that he wasn’t growing any. He could only take her word for it.

What else could it be? Cobwebs? But cobwebs didn’t form so quickly after being cleaned. And they wouldn’t come in such huge numbers.

The question remained in the back of his mind as he struggled to come up with a reasonable answer, other than one involving him hallucinating. Because he wasn’t. His housemates who weren’t seeing these white strings were clearly going blind.

The last straw was when he was having his morning coffee. One of the rare times he could sit down in peace, take his time to savour the bittersweetness of his special brew. Needless to say it was one of his favourite times of the day.

Until he saw it. The thin white line of his nightmares now floating in the middle of what should’ve been delightful blackness.

Despite the sting of the heat, his fingertips pressed into the ceramic mug in a last attempt to keep his composure. But it was too late. He had reached the end of his tether, and his brain was beginning to tatter.

“Hey, clean freak,” Yooha’s usually unwelcomed voice slashed through the muddled swirl of Taehee’s angry thoughts. The latter looked up, finding the fox waving his open palm in front of him. “What’s with that face?”

“What?” Taehee rasped, brows furrowing in annoyance. He could already sense the stupid comment on his upturned lips.

“Usually, when you drink your coffee, you turn all pensive—like an old man,” Yooha shrugged. He took a casual sip of his wine. What lunatic even drank this early? “But you looked really pissed just now.”

Taehee blew out a sharp huff. If this fox knew what was good for him, he’d stay away. Anger was coursing through his veins and Taehee had been wound up too tight; he was this close to snapping.

“Oi. Kim Taehee. You okay? Why aren’t you—”

“I can’t...” Taehee mumbled through his gritted teeth.

“—drinking your coffee?”

“I CAN’T!”

Taehee’s shout echoed in the empty living room, and for the first time Yooha actually looked a little scared of him. The fox’s speechlessness made an awkward silence settle between the two as Taehee mentally berated himself for losing control over his temper like that. He had to stay calm. Be calm. Calm...

“Woah… yeah you’re definitely not okay. Wanna talk about it?”

The sound of Yooha’s voice ignited yet another spark of rage within him, and before he could do something else he would regret, Taehee grabbed his cup and emptied its tainted contents into the sink.

Yooha gaped at him expectantly, though a trace of awe and fear were still visible between his furrowed brows. He probably thought Taehee was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Oh, God...Taehee hoped he didn’t go into one of his rambles praising his own wisdom guised as shoddy advice. Not now.

However, the goblin was saved from such torture by the soft pad of footsteps down the stairs.

“What’s going on? I heard yelling.”

MC’s voice drifted from the stairs, and soon she came into view, bed head still fresh and her eyes smaller than usual, groggy with sleep. Taehee’s heart gave a small leap in response. As usual.

And apparently, it wasn’t alone.

The fox perked up, sitting straighter in his seat and his previously lazy demeanor turning almost puppy-like.

“Ah, MC,” he said, a grin now stretching across his lips. Taehee barely held back his own smile at her presence which now whittled away at his annoyance. “Good morning! Did you dream of me?”

Taehee rolled his eyes at Yooha’s unnecessary wink. MC was equally unamused, tired as she was, though she did spare him a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah, sure did,” she replied with a brief smile, before her attention turned to Taehee. It was strange how easily she could calm him down. Just one look from her and he felt his breathing start to slow down, and the angry, scrambled thoughts in his mind began to scatter. All that was left was a pounding in his chest as he met her concerned stare.

“Is… everything okay?”

With practised ease, the corners of his lips lifted into a smile, erasing any and all traces of irritation from his face. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

“Fine?” Yooha snorted. “This guy nearly had an aneurysm.”

“What?” MC said, her gaze once again snapping towards the goblin. His cheeks heated under the sudden scrutiny.

Feeling slightly embarrassed now at the reason behind his outburst, he waved his hand dismissively. “No, no,” he stammered. “I’m really fine. I’m just… feeling off this morning.”

The girl seemed unconvinced. Her eyes drifted to the dumped coffee in the sink, and Taehee could practically see the calculations behind her forehead.

Abruptly, MC turned to the fox. “Yooha,” she began, startling when he suddenly transported behind her back.

Taehee’s skin tingled when the man slid his arms around her waist.

“Yes, MC?” Yooha hummed.

She promptly swatted his hands away. Taehee smirked in amusement...or maybe triumph.

“Did you make him mad again?” she went on.

Yooha stumbled back in offense, hand over his chest. Dramatic…

“What? No!”

MC crossed her arms, shifting her weight to one hip. Her lips pressed into a fine line as she flayed him with a hard, interrogative stare.

Yooha let out a sharp sigh. “I didn’t! Really!”

He glanced at Taehee, no doubt to clear his name. The latter pursed his lips. Should he clear the air? Technically, Yooha did add to his frustration. His presence alone could sour Taehee’s mood considerably any day, and especially today.

In the span of silence he took to think, MC seemed to interpret it as a confirmation of Yooha’s guilt, and his sentence was passed immediately.

“Go on, apologise to Taehee. You two should make up and at least try to get along.”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Yooha argued, genuinely looking quite upset now. Even MC seemed to be surprised by his reaction.

“Master, you don’t believe me? That’s hurtful…”

And then it happened.

Like a snake, his nine tails unfurled behind him one after another, practically glowing with the blindingly white sheen of his fur.

White. Fur.

The answer had been right in front of him the whole time, the source of his nightmares for the past week right under his nose and Taehee hadn’t so much as noticed.

He should’ve known. Ever since that stupid fox materialized from that scroll, nothing and no one else in this house rattled him as much as he could.

And at this very moment, he was downright pissed.

He hadn’t even realized his outstretched hand. His tense fingers were bent into a claw, ready to strangle one of the nine hydras sweeping through the air, further tainting the cleanliness of the house with those loose strands of white.

Rage coursed through his veins, and somehow, his magic followed suit with blue fire flaring into the center of his palm. Taehee hadn’t meant to move his hand any closer to the infuriating white fur. But his fight-or-flight instincts had kicked in, and little by little, those flames licked perilously close to the thin strands until…

“OW!!”

Taehee recoiled as the sharp sound pierced his ears, his anger subsiding enough for him to return to the present moment. He saw MC’s reaction first. Her eyes were wide in shock, and her mouth was frozen in a perfect “o.”

When his gaze fell on the fox again, the tails had vanished. Yooha was storming over to him, anger etched on his usually laidback face. He looked feral.

“Did you seriously just try to burn my tails? Kim Taehee!”

Taehee knew he should apologise. Clearly he was in the wrong here. But his mouth began flapping, retorts bubbling in his throat, unable to restrain himself in front of the fox. Especially when he was the cause of this whole mess in the first place.

“Would you prefer for me to shave them clean instead? Since you’re shedding anyway.”

“You-” Yooha’s voice cut off, confusion flickering in his eyes. “What are you talking about? Me? Shedding? What do you think I am? A common dog?”

“No,” Taehee returned with more composure than he felt. “Dogs are more likeable.”

“Why, you—” Yooha began, though he stopped himself again. His fist was balled tightly at his side, but he seemed to have enough restraint to keep it there. A tense breath wisped from his lips. “Look, you’re having a bad morning. I get it. But just because MC likes my tails more than you doesn’t mean you can abuse your magic fire trick.”

Several unintelligible syllables spluttered from Taehee’s mouth.

Words...he needed to use words.

“MC doesn’t— Fire trick? You don’t—”

No, no… sentences. He needed sentences. But his brain was too muddled with his emotions, and that stupid simper on the fox’s face was only making it worse.

“Or maybe… If you wanted to touch my tail so badly, you could’ve asked.”

Taehee was about to open his mouth again when MC’s face appeared in his line of sight, blocking the fox from his view.

“Enough, both of you. It’s too early in the morning for this, let’s just stop here, okay?”

“Hey, I wasn’t the one who resorted to violence,” Yooha added stubbornly, shooting a glare in Taehee’s direction.

“It wouldn’t have gotten to this point if you would’ve cleaned after yourself,” he spat. To emphasize his point, he swiped his hand over his sleeve, sending a few tufts of white fluttering into the air.

Yooha squinted at the hair, his features once again contorting in offense. “You think that hair is mine? Is that what this is all about?”

“Think?” Taehee scoffed. “I think we all saw how much hair fell off that fur trap of yours.”

MC groaned and flopped back onto an empty chair. “Guys, can we not—”

“This,” Yooha interrupted, holding up his pinched fingers where Taehee assumed he had caught one of his hairs, “is not mine. Look how coarse and short this is! My fur is softer and longer than this—and whiter!”

“You can’t compare anything when you can barely see that hair between your fingers.”

“Maybe you can’t, since it’s obvious there’s something wrong with your eyes.”

“Oh? Let’s pluck out some of your hair and check then.”

“What? You think this is some kind of game? My tails aren’t for you to screw around with!”

“You always take them out when MC is here anyway. Like a dog wagging its tail for its master.”

“You- Did you just call me a dog again?”

“So on top of excessive shedding you can’t hear right either? Maybe it’s time to take you to a vet.”

“I told you that fur isn’t mine! I’m not shedding!”

Taehee slammed his palm onto the counter. His adrenaline was waning, and he hadn’t even had a sip of coffee. He was getting more exasperated by the second...

“Then what?” he sighed. “Do we suddenly have a cat in the house or something?”

A soft meow interrupted the growing tension between them, and both men turned to MC who was still innocently sitting at the table.

Yooha clicked his tongue, a smile unbefitting of the situation rapidly overtaking his previous scowl. “That was cute, MC, but this is serious,” he said. His palm rested against her mussed hair. “My honor is at stake here.”

“It wasn’t—”

“Yeah MC, I know you’re trying to help us but we need to work this out,” Taehee added, slapping Yooha’s hand away from her head.

She huffed and pushed both of their hands away from her face. “Guys, I said it wasn’t me.”

“Yeah.” A tuft of red hair appeared from the corner of Taehee’s eye. Biho shuffled meekly into the kitchen, and three pairs of eyes followed him curiously. “It was me.”

Yooha’s gaze shifted from Biho to Taehee, then back to the younger goblin. “You...meowed?”

The redhead’s chest heaved in a deep, forlorn sigh. He pressed a hand over his heart and shook his head. “I am deeply sorry for my actions. I didn’t intend for it to go this far.”

“What are you talking about Biho…” Taehee’s voice trailed off when they heard another meow. The younger goblin’s mouth was closed however, and the sound seemed to be coming from his head.

Was this a new power? Taehee had never seen anything like it. Hansol never mentioned anything about Biho’s new ability either.

However, the explanation for the strange occurrence soon made itself known… with its tiny, white ears peeking over Biho’s bright red hair.

Another one of his doleful sighs filled the stunned silence in the room. “I woke up and heard you guys arguing about Yooha shedding.”

“Like I said, I’m not—” Taehee slapped his hand over Yooha’s mouth to shut him up, wanting to listen to Biho instead of that annoying fox’s voice.

“I think it was actually this kitten’s fur… Sorry Taehee, I know it’s been bothering you this whole week.”

Taehee deflated half in relief and half in exhaustion. “Why didn’t you just say something earlier?”

“I was going to, but then you looked very angry about the hair, and I thought you would ask me to get rid of it.” Biho picked up the kitten from his hair and carefully placed it in his arms, cradling it like it was a baby. In return, the kitten nuzzled its face against his hoodie.

“Where did you even get it from? Did you buy it?” Yooha asked, defensively raising a hand up in case Taehee tried to physically shut him up again.

“I found it by the road on the way home,” he replied. “It was in a box all alone and it was raining. It looked like it had been abandoned, and I couldn’t leave it there like that.” His eyes drooped, his gaze turning sad as he gently stroked the kitten in his arms.

MC cooed at the explanation, joining the coddling of the little animal.

Taehee admitted it was touching...and understandable knowing Biho’s story. Still, the fur sticking to the younger goblin’s sleeve was giving him a fresh surge of anxiety.

“Biho,” he began, making sure his voice was gentle lest he upset him with what he had to say. “What you did was good. You probably saved its life, but…”

“We can’t keep it,” Yooha interrupted bluntly, earning him a slap upside the head. And it wasn’t even from Taehee this time.

“Hey,” MC hissed, casting a worried glance towards Biho.

Thankfully, the redhead seemed to expect this. Slowly, he nodded, though he cradled the kitten a little closer to his chest. “I know,” he said. “But can we keep him until we find him a home?”

Taehee opened his mouth to protest but MC held her hand up, no doubt guessing his answer.

“Of course we can,” she said. “We can post it online. I’m sure we can find someone.”

Biho shot her a grateful smile. “Could you help me with that?”

“Sure!” MC jumped up with a grin, before pausing. “Give me ten minutes. I should brush my teeth and wash my face first.”

“Okay, I’ll be in my room.”

Then the both of them left, although MC made sure to elbow Taehee in the side. He didn’t have to look at her to know what she wanted him to do next.

An awkward silence settled once more, now that it was just him and Yooha left in the kitchen. Briefly, he made eye contact with the fox, and Taehee fought the urge to roll his eyes. He doubted they would be able to make up even after this.

“Well? Don’t you have something to say?” Yooha asked with his chin up. Taehee wanted to wipe off that arrogant smirk from his face. But a wrong was a wrong, and he knew what he should do as the more mature one between them.

“Fine. The hair wasn’t yours, I’m sorry.”

“Good.”

“But it doesn’t change the fact that you shed. A lot.”

Silence. Presumably, Yooha was attempting to choose his words carefully, lest another argument broke out. He sighed heavily before speaking again. “Is this your idea of an apology?”

“I did apologise. But I also stated a fact. I clean your closet, you know. Your hairballs are disgusting.”

“I’ll have you know that my tails are amongst the most beautiful—”

“Just make sure you clean up after yourself from now on,” Taehee said, turning to leave. “Or I will personally shave you myself.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Yooha narrowed his eyes. “A mere goblin like you? Hah.”

“Hm. But a fox like you can’t disobey its master, right? All I need is to get MC to agree to it.”

Taehee felt a sense of satisfaction when he saw Yooha’s confident smile falter. Having said his piece, he turned and left for his room, a triumphant smirk playing on his lips as he heard his name echo angrily behind him.

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October Series Fanfics!

-releasing everything in October-

Note- Hello this is Miso here I’m going to explain this concept for October. I mean I think it’s pretty self explanatory though. This is October series will be Halloween theme so expect updates with these four nct fanfics! Support me by reblogging and following me <3

TW- SMUT. ROMANCE. HORROR. FANTASY.

The Anatomy Of Na Jaemin. [ Vampire ]

summary: y/n is an excellent doctor at taehee hospital. she is kind and cooperative to everyone. na jaemin is a doctor at taehee hospital, he has a dark secret that no one must know of. y/n is determined to find out what he is hiding.

release- The Anatomy Of Na Jaemin.

Looks That Kill. [ Werewolf ]

summary: y/n has never believed in fantasies. she finds those myths a tale for naive children. y/n thought she will always be realistic, logic over nonsense type person. that was until she met a monstrous unexplainable black silhouette in the woods late at night.

release- Looks That Kill.

Sinking Ships. [ Siren ]

summary: lee jeno is a son to a wealthy aristocrat man who sails all over the world. therefore jeno has always felt at home on a ship, he decides to join his father on the expedition. however a dark storm overtakes them, but it wasn’t only Mother Nature who was their enemy. it was something below the horrific maddening seas.

release- Sinking Ships.

One Thousand Desires. [ Demon ]

summary: if there was a word to describe you it would be reckless. this young girl was born rather without fear, if anything. but one thing finally scared her to the bones when she comes across a ruthless entity in the human realm. the genie.

release- One Thousand Desires.

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Fanfic masterlist

Reader fics. Oneshots. NSFW is explicit (18+). Medium spice is kissing and suggestive (15+)

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William x Reader (smutterific, NSFW)

Sol x Reader (soft dom, NSFW)

Sol x Reader (jealous & tipsy, NSFW)

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MC getting head headcanons (NSFW)

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Yooha x Reader (hurt/comfort, medium spice)

Yooha x Reader (nervous MC, NSFW)

Yooha x Reader (fluff & kisses)

Taehee x Reader (jealousy, medium spice)

Taewook x Reader (dubcon, NSFW)

Biho x Reader (jealousy & kissing)

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just my luck: chapter 12

Fandom: Wannabe Challenge Characters: Taehee x Reader

|| Chapter 12: A Goblin’s Story || 

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He would never forget. He couldn’t, no matter how hard he tried. The memory of that day was like a chain and weight wrapped around his ankles, an ever-present reminder that haunted him even several centuries later. 

It was the day he had lost everything. 

He could recall every excruciating detail: the sight of a metal sword pierced through her middle, the horrible scream that had torn from his throat without even realising, the scent of her blood as he held her in his arms, and the pain of watching the life in her eyes gradually die out. 

It had been so long that he had already lost count of the days and years that had passed. He only knew that he had lived around three hundred years without her. Back then, his mind had been consumed by his wish to die, to disappear from the face of the earth, so that at least he could be with her wherever she was. 

But even in death, they had to be apart. 

Maybe the gods had decided that he had suffered enough. She had appeared again without warning, reincarnated without memory of their past. And Taehee thought that everything would be alright again, that if he could make her fall in love with him once more then they could finally be together without anyone or anything getting in the way.

As always, there was a catch. She had reincarnated, but with such strong yin energy that misfortunes followed her wherever she went. Misfortunes that were slowly but surely escalating and putting her life in danger. 

And sure enough, it had almost happened again—he had nearly watched her die a second time, right in front of his eyes. 

It was an incredibly sobering thought, like getting a bucket of ice-cold water splashed onto him. Just because she was here with him again, didn’t mean she’d be here for good; she could just as easily be snatched away from him, like before.

Instinctively, his fingers tightened around her waist, pulling her closer to him. Thankfully, the bed was big enough to accommodate them, even if it was a tight fit. Still, he didn’t mind at all. She was pulled flush against him, chest to chest, her head resting in the crook of his neck. He could feel every curve, every line of her body, and it felt nice. If he focused he could feel her heartbeat racing at a pace that rivalled his own erratic pulse. 

“It’s not good for you to sleep like this,” she protested. She had been doing this for a while, insisting that she should sleep in the visitor’s bed instead, which was just a few steps away from his bed.

“Actually, I’m very comfortable right now,” he murmured into her hair, not loosening his grip on her waist in the slightest. A part of him wondered if she would be alright sleeping like this, considering the snug fit. Still, the bigger and more selfish part of him was too happy, too greedy to let her go so soon. He could at least have this much for a while more, considering he had waited three hundred years to be with her again. 

He heard her groan, and resisted the urge to chuckle. If she really wanted to escape she could easily do it, since right then, he was the weaker of the two. However, she didn’t move, despite what her embarrassment prompted her to say. 

It made him want to tease her more. Maybe he could kiss her again? 

“Taehee.” 

...Or not. That wasn’t the tone of voice she used when she was in the mood to play along with him or be teased.  

[gavin-plz-call-me]

Dishes (Taehee x fem!mc)

It Mc's turn to do the dishes, but her hair annoyingly gets in the way. Taehee helps her out.

Word count: 396

Warnings: None

AO3

The house had begun to settle for the night, the boys retreated to their rooms after a lovely dinner leaving Mc to wash the dishes. It was her turn tonight, and, even though she was slightly drowsy from the great meal, she pushed through, scrubbing plates, pots, and pans until they shone like new.

Even though her misfortune had gone down significantly since her boys moved in with her, there were some annoyances that couldn't be helped, especially when they were caused, not by Mc's lack of luck, but by her forgetfulness. Today was one of the days that her forgetfulness had come out to haunt her. She had forgotten to tie up her hair before doing the dishes. It sprawled annoyingly in her face, making it itchy and limiting her vision, and because her hands were damp and probably covered in food, there was no way to bat the offending hairs away. Moving her head around, trying to let gravity do the work for her, only did so much. At this point, there wasn't much more she could do other than just grin and bear it.

That is until a soft, dry pair of hands found a piece of her hair, tucking it behind her ear. Mc jumped a bit, the touch of the mysterious hand forced goosebumps to form on her skin before she looked up, Taehee in her view. "Sorry," he said, "I didn't mean to scare you."

"No, no!" Mc said waving her dishwater-saturated hands, "I'm fine, thanks for moving my hair."

Taehee nodded, walking out of Mc's sight for a moment before his hands found her hair again. This time, he grabbed it all, gently pulling it back into a low ponytail. He worked with her hair much gentler than she would have as if he were afraid he'd rip it out, and the pony came out a bit loose, but it did the job well enough. His fingers lingered on the nape of her neck, sending chills throughout her body despite his hands being particularly warm. Mc's own hands had stopped washing dishes, she leaned into Taehee's touch, whining at the loss of warmth when he finally withdrew his hands. Taehee stood still in the room for a minute more, before excusing himself.

"Hey," Mc said as Taehee was about to disappear once again. He turned around, regarding Mc, "Thanks."

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I wasn't programmed to have these feelings.

Author’s Note: Okay, so recently I've been obsessed with the idea of Mc actually being a robot following the players commands, and I really like  the idea of them slowly developing human emotions and wanting to be human like the rest of the RFA and breaking free from the players control. So I decided to write a little mini fanfic about it.

What was this feeling they felt? Mc pondered as they leaned against the wall. Their eyes glanced across the room, admiring how each RFA member was able to socialize with great ease, despite them having various different personalities from one another, they were still able to entertain each guest ensuring them they had a good time at the party.  A strange warmth filled Mc's chest as they watched them, it was an unusual feeling, but a welcomed one. Was this what humans described as feeling proud?

              Were they proud of how many people they managed to gather on such short notice? No, it couldn't be that they told themselves. In previous timelines they had gathered the same amount of people, but felt nothing. No, they only felt this strong emotion around the RFA members and it only came when they all were happy. How could they bring out this strong emotion in them and what was it called?

              Was it called love? They had read people would get these strange feelings in their chest when people fell in love with someone, but Mc didn't feel that type of romantic love towards any of the RFA members. Even when they followed the orders of the player and seduced them each in their own routes they never loved them romantically, they weren't programmed to have those complex emotions. Maybe they felt a different type of love towards them? Mc still had a strange desire to protect them and help them, but at the same time it felt like a bond closer than friendship. What was the word they were looking for? It seemed like it was just at the tip of their tongue.

              Than an idea struck them, was it called family love? It seemed like a switch clicked into place as they thought about it and the strange warm feeling returned, reassuring them that they were correct, but why where they getting these human emotions? They weren't equipped to handle them, they weren't supposed to get attach to anyone or anything, they were a machine designed to follow orders the player would assign them. Even if Mc didn't always agree with the player's choices, like when they were forced to be cruel to an RFA member to achieve a bad end and Mc had to suffer the consequences of the player's actions.

              A random question popped into their head, what would it be like to live as a human? Would they be able to make their own choices? Would they no longer be controlled by the player? Their mind snapped them back to reality; they can't have these ridiculous fantasies. Were they really dreaming about being human? That was an absurd thought for a robot to have, these feelings were having a dangerous impact on them. They needed to remind themselves their objective was to fulfill the player's desires and it didn't matter who had to suffer to make them happen, even if it hurt them self in the process.

              Jaehee's voice broke them from their thoughts, "Mc, I suggest you should thank everyone for coming to the party on such short notice. You did a great job on inviting these many people, but you should still thank them for the time and money they donated while being here."

              Mc flashed a convincing smile "I will do Jaehee. Thank you, for your hard work to make this happen. I'll thank the rest of the members of the RFA soon."

              Jaehee shifted her gaze as she wasn't used to the sudden compliment and responded "No, thank you without you none of this would have ever happened. And..."

              Jaehee paused for a moment before she continued speaking "I wanted to say I'm grateful you picked me. I can't wait to become your partner and start our business together."

              How could feelings change so quickly? They thought, as their heart sank, they knew the world would automatically reset before they ever had the chance to start their business. They forced the ends of their lips to turn upward as they flashed Jaehee a small smile before they felt their legs automatically walk towards the podium.

              They stood behind the podium and admired the sea of guests they invited. They searched through the crowd to spot each RFA member mingling with different guests; Yoosung was getting advice from Kanghyung Kim the leader of Men of Monogamy on how to be a devoted boyfriend, Seven was introducing his friend Tom to the amazing Longcat, Zen was in an interview with Yeoni Kim from the Commercial Musical Supporters group, Jumin was chatting with several business associates, a few Mc recognized as the Manager of Diamond Pharmaceuticals, Yoonsung Kim the winery owner, and Gretz the owner of Meowtel, and Jaehee was discussing coffee with Taehee Kim from the Roastery association.

              They lightly tapped the microphone to notify the guests of Mc's presence, "Hello everyone! I wanted to thank you all for coming here to today and I hope you've been enjoying yourselves, but I have a special announcement I wanted to make to the RFA members."

              Wait, I don't remember saying I had an announcement in this timeline. Why did I say that? I've never said that in a previous timeline, they thought.

              A new dialogue box greeted them, could it be from the player? It was different from the usual dialogue boxes, this one radiated red particles similar to ones from a bad ending screen, and the text box was glitching back and forth asking, do you want to be free?

              Mc's eyes widened, why was this happening? Was there some sort of error in their system? They were a prototype after all, so maybe these feelings they're having are conflicting with the code inside of them.

              Were emotions supposed to feel like they were screaming to be free? It felt like they were yelling inside their mind begging to be released, but even though their brain had the information of a supercomputer. They had no clue on how to cope with their own emotions, because they weren't built to release their own emotions, since they were never intended to have them in the first place.

              An internal war raged within Mc, their emotions seemed to resist the control of the player, fighting to break free from its grasp while their programming reminded them they were designed and existed solely to satisfy the player's desires.

              But Mc couldn't take the life they were forced to live anymore. It wasn't far that they were being used and manipulated for someone else's desires. They wanted to be free! They wanted to continue throwing parties for the RFA, and help them all get their happy endings. They didn't want to be confined to eleven days before everything would reset. This might be their only chance to change their fate.

              Hesitantly, they moved their hand towards the dialogue box and gently pressed it, receiving an electronic shock run from their fingertips throughout their body as a punishment for rebelling against their programming. They gritted their teeth, squeezed their eyes shut and gripped the side of the podium, feeling their fingers dig into the wood. Getting freedom was coming with a painful cost.

              Their circuits were going haywire, the machinery inside them began to overheat, and everything began to shut down.

              A prerecorded voice said "Warning: Test subject 325 known as Prototype Mc is shutting down. They're attempting to go rouge. It'll take a few minutes for them to start up again, so this'll allow any nearby civilians to a chance to flee the area and contact Chertiz to return the robot ASAP."

              A wave of panic hit the guests as they heard the news, and they began to shove and push each other while they were fleeing the building. The RFA tried to remain calm, to not worry the guests further, so Jumin ordered security guards to escort the rest of the guests out of the building and to safe place while they all stayed inside and figure out what was going on.

              Jumin's body guards escorted him to the podium where the rest of the RFA members were discussing the current situation.

              Yoosung asked "Seven, weren't you doing a background check on them? Did it tell you anything about them being a robot?"

              Seven replied "I had to finish work for the agency while I did research on them, but all I saw was they worked at the company called Chertiz that built robots. I found a bunch of data in their file labeled under their name, so I assumed they collected the data while performing research on a test robot."

              Jumin interjected "So you thought they were one of the scientists that had gather data on the robots instead of suspecting them to be a robot."

              Seven nodded his head in agreement and continued "Yes, so that means I saw that Mc was a prototype robot controlled by an app downloaded on one of the phones. I tried accessing the phone, but it didn't appear anywhere. So I researched further and found one of the documents said the app and Mc exist in different dimensions."

              Zen titled his head, "How could that work?"

              Seven replied "I don't know, and I don't think we have time to figure it out right now. But I think if we get it to stop controlling Mc and Mc is linked with the resets. Then maybe if we free Mc from its control the resets won't affect our world anymore."

              Jaehee asked "How would you prevent it from controlling them? Wouldn't you need to hack into their code?"

              Seven stated "Yes, but I would need more time to analyze the code and then recode it all. It might be even trickier to do because it seems like Mc is adapting. Can't you tell? They're beginning to resist commands given to them."

              Yoosung replied "That's why they went rouge! Because they have conflicting interests, but why now have they begun to suddenly resist? What's different this time?"

              A prerecorded voice interrupted their conversation, "Prototype Mc is waking up, and it's temporally uncontrolled. It's undetermined how long it'll take us to gain back control. So be wary we don't know how dangerous this machine can be."

              Mc's eyes fluttered open and they were met with the brown locks of hair covering the top half of their face. They unconsciously brushed the bangs away from their face, momentarily forgetting the horror that lied underneath it all.

                A few familiar gasps were heard as they revealed their face, their head turned to see the RFA staring at Mc with a look mix of both shock and concern. What was on their face that was so surprising?

              Jumin mumbled out "Your eyes...that company..."

              How had they forgotten why they covered their face with bangs? They rushed to quickly hide the lifeless robotic eyes that previously lied beneath their bangs and to hide the company logo branded across their upper right forehead to claim them as their own property.

All they could do was mutter out an apology, "I'm sorry..."

              They refused to meet the other members' eyes, as they felt a heavy weight in the pit of their stomach. Was this the moment they were supposed to cry? Or was this the moment where they were supposed to beg for forgiveness while their clothes would be stained with tears? They wanted to react like a human would, to cry and release all the sadness and guilt they felt, but they were built as a robot not a human they didn't have the ability to cry or any way to release any type of emotion.

              Why had they become unsatisfied and craved to be something they weren't? Look at all the damage they've done in the process, they've wrecked the party, the RFA will probably hate them for being a robot, and in the end without the player's help they couldn't give a single RFA member the happy ending they deserved.

              They stated "I've failed you all; I didn't deserve all the kindness you gave me. You all made me feel appreciated and my actions felt like they actually mattered and it didn't feel like a program I just followed. I..."

              Yoosung mumbled out "Mc..."

              They continued," I felt real. I felt like I had people that finally cared for me, that I could call my family. But that was a crazy thought, wasn't it?  I'm just a robot and I'm a danger to you all, if the player gets the strength to regain control from me. Then you'll all be in danger of another reset happening," they took a deep breath before they said," so the only way to stop this endless cycle is to destroy the link between the two worlds, myself."

              Yoosung stepped forward and was the first to say "You can't do that; we now about the resets and saw every role you were forced to play. I know you want us to all be happy, we can figure out a way to get you a happy ending too."

              Mc argued "How would you know I wanted you to be happy? I was programmed to blend in and show typical human emotions in response to events."

              Zen interjected, "You wouldn't have told us the truth if you didn't care and you wouldn't have felt guilt for following orders. You would have accepted each task with no regret if you truly had no emotions."

              Jaehee added "I saw the pained smile you gave me when I talked about opening the café with you. Even though you acted happy, I saw how your lips turned down for a split second and betrayed you words. You felt bad that you weren't able to keep your promise."

              Jumin stated "I'm a business man and though I may not be the best at showing my emotions most times, I can read other's expressions fairly well. I noticed how most of your actions seemed forced rather than genuine. The only time you were truly genuine was when you would slip up and your true feelings had finally shown."

              Mc responded "I'm merely a prototype; I can't be perfect all the time. I'm getting these human emotions that I was never built to handle. My objective was to help others, yet when it comes to me I have no clue how to deal with these human emotions. I wasn't equipped with ways to release these feelings like you humans are, so of course it slips."

              Seven stepped forward and stated "If you let me hack into the code than we may be able to remove the player's threat, while we preserve you in the process.

              Mc turned to face Seven and asked "Why would you help me? I've felt like I've only ruined all your lives the minute I picked up that phone."

              Seven said "Even though you feel that way, you helped us get our happy ending and we want to give you yours if you trust us."

Mc replied "You know, I was programmed to get you those endings, but I would do them all again even if I wasn't ordered too, because I felt a warm feeling in my chest after seeing your smiles. I believe it's what you humans refer to as happiness. You should all know I would do anything to see you smile again, so if this is what you want to do then, I'll trust you. Just promise me one thing."

Jumin responded "Well give you anything you need."

Mc replied "Make sure my freedom is never taken away again. I don't know if I can go back to a life being controlled and manipulated again after knowing what being human feels like."

[wannabetwins]

Biho Snooze, Hansol Lose

Summary: Hansol gets creative in his attempts to wake Biho up.

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Every day, Hansol had a to-do list. Chores, if you will. Taehee did most of the household chores voluntarily (the man had explicitly said he didn’t trust any of them to clean or cook properly) but Hansol did have a job of his own in the house.

He glanced over at the sleeping redhead on the bed at the opposite end of their room, narrowing his eyes at the way the baby goblin’s chest rose and fell quietly, the way his innocent face looked so utterly peaceful and rested.

Hansol had the redhead’s sleep cycle memorised to a tee by now. He knew what time Biho should wake up, what time his work shift started, how many times he had overslept and how perilously close he was getting to being fired altogether. Hansol also always made sure that there was enough food for the redhead, and chased him out of the house when the next bus was arriving soon. 

The others had teased him, calling him “Mummy Hansol'' before. The blond had frowned at the imposed title, telling them off because he was most definitely not Biho’s mother. Or a woman.

But deep down, he knew it was true to some extent. 

Somehow, he had become Biho’s unofficial babysitter, and one of his main jobs—and the most difficult one in this house at that—was the impossible task of waking Biho up every day (or night).

It wasn’t enough to call Biho a deep sleeper. No, that term didn’t even come close to describing just how ridiculously dead Biho was in his sleep. 

The most recent example? There had been a series of storms the past few days. Likely, the youngest goblin’s sleep had been interrupted by the lightning and the booming thunder. At least, that’s what Hansol had thought, being the kind, loving, caring person he was.  

However, after the third day in a row of having to wake the redhead from his slumber, he was sure not even the loudest storm would’ve woken him. Especially since his attempts at jabbing his shoulder with a blunt pen certainly wasn’t working. 

With a groan, Hansol tossed the pen onto the nearby desk. A small stack of papers went fluttering to the floor, but even that only extracted a soft hum from the sleeping stone in front of him. 

For the past few days, Hansol had to scream at the top of his lungs in order to get a small stir from the baby goblin. However, his throat was one tantrum away from being sore, and he needed to preserve it for his gig later.

“Biho,” he pleaded, hands gripping the younger goblin’s shirt. Though he knew it would be fruitless, he shook the cloth in his hands in another attempt to break this enchantment. “One night. Just one night, wake up when I ask.” 

By some miracle, the redhead’s lips parted, though his eyes remained closed. Hansol released a sigh as his knees buckled under the weight of relief. Usually, Biho would mutter a series of short, incoherent sentences before finally, albeit reluctantly, emerging from his slumber. 

Hansol’s voice had been saved… 

Or so he thought. Wrongly. 

Instead of uttering his usual ramblings, Biho rolled to one side and pulled his dolphin plushie into his arms. “Five more minutes.” 

Hansol could’ve forgiven the younger goblin had his voice been muddled, syllables slurred together from the remnants of sleep bogging his brain. However, he spoke with clarity—absolute lucidity. 

The audacity. 

Fuming from the blatant disrespect, Hansol clutched his arm once more and flipped him onto his back. Again, he was met with that familiar dopey face. All traces of awakeness were gone...and Hansol’s patience went right with it.  

“KANG BIHO!!” the shout slipped from his throat faster than he could catch it. He slapped his hand over his mouth, mentally apologizing to his poor vocal cords for the screw up. 

Still, the lack of response from the unconscious goblin intensified his exasperation. With a sharp huff, he glanced at the useless alarm clock by Biho’s bedside. If he didn’t manage to really wake the baby, both he and Biho would end up being late. 

He couldn’t use his voice. Physical force couldn’t wake him. Hansol needed to be more creative.

A new determination raced through his veins. He’d always tried to be understanding of Biho, the latter still being a child compared to him. However, today, it was time to enact some discipline. He would do whatever it took… 

His eyes scanned the bed for any ammunition to aid his cause. A blanket? It was already kicked off—and it was too warm in the room anyway. Maybe Biho’s pillow...but, that had somehow found its way at the foot of the bed instead of under his head. 

Finally, Hansol’s eyes landed on the perfect tool: the large, stuffed dolphin. 

He remembered the redhead mentioning how much better he slept when holding something. Maybe, this was the key...

“Sorry, Biho,” Hansol mumbled, though he had difficulty actually feeling remorse at the moment. Carefully, his fingers curled around the snout of the plushie, which was still cradled to Biho’s chest. 

He took one prepping breath...another…

Then he swiped it clean from Biho’s grip. 

“Ha!” he cried, retreating to his own bed in victory. With a small bounce, he leapt onto his mattress and held the dolphin high. He was sure that woke him from the shock alone. No doubt, he’d turn around and watch the baby’s dazed blinks before panic at the time settled. 

However, as he returned his gaze to Biho, he saw no such thing. Disappointment dropped like a weight from his chest straight into his stomach. 

Biho had indeed moved. In fact, the momentum of Hansol’s actions sent his body hurtling to the other side of the bed—but his eyes were still closed. His breaths were still even. His expression was...completely undisturbed. 

Hansol barely bit down a swear. “You’ve got to be kidding me! Biho!!” 

In a fit of outrage, he hurled the plushie back at the younger goblin with all the force he could muster. It bounced off one of the pillows and landed right on top of Biho’s exposed face, in a perfect landing.

Hansol’s lips parted, curving into a perfect ‘o’ as he gaped at the sight of the plushie sitting completely still over Biho’s face, who still did not show any signs of waking up soon.

Wordlessly, Hansol reached for one of the hamster plushies on his own bed, and carefully threw it in Biho’s direction. This time, it bounced off Biho’s legs and rolled off the bed. 

Aw, that was a miss.

And that was how this little ‘game’ started: attempting to throw or stack as many things on Biho while he slept, until he woke up.

Well, if Hansol had to wake this corpse anyway, he might as well have some fun with it.

It started with plushies. Then Biho’s books. And then a random assortment of items on their desks—paper weights, pens, brushes, headphones, you name it. When Hansol ran out of ideas or got desperate, he resorted to using dirty laundry (which, to be fair, was never all that dirty… except Biho’s socks). 

Usually he only managed to barely cover Biho’s body before the man started to wake up for real, and then Hansol would scramble to clear the items off of him as quickly as possible. He didn’t want Biho to realise what he was up to and ruin the fun; this was something Hansol could get used to, after all.

A week passed and still Biho didn’t seem to suspect anything. All he had were questions about why the room was always so messy or why their things were out of place, but he never questioned it further. Innocent, sweet, gullible Biho. Of course he wouldn’t think much of it, especially once Hansol assured him that he had simply been messing around in the room, and would put everything back in their original positions.

Hansol had been proud of himself, thinking that this new routine could work. 

But of course, he should have known his plan wasn’t foolproof. Even if Biho didn’t find out when he woke up, someone in the house would eventually.

“What are you doing?”

Of all days, the question came from the room’s threshold in the midst of a very peculiar and very damning sight: Hansol in the middle of balancing an empty beer can on Biho’s forehead.

And of all people it had to be Yooha. 

He was so screwed. Yooha was going to tell MC and then of course MC would berate him for pulling this on Biho, and tell Biho too. Then Hansol would have to face those sad, puppy eyes and feel bad too.

This was the end of it. His happiness… his dreams…

He wondered if excuses would help. But what possible reason could there be for trying to balance a beer can on a sleeping man’s forehead? It was ridiculous, no matter which way one looked at it.

Still, he attempted to stammer out an excuse. “Y-Yooha… you see, I was just trying to uh, um…” He cursed his inability to lie in situations like these.

The fox remained oddly silent, and the longer it was, the more the tension in the room grew, as did Hansol’s anxiety. This was bad. This was really bad. He was in for it big time.

That was what he thought. Until Yooha stepped towards him, took the beer can from him, and carefully placed it between Biho’s lips and nose instead. The can stayed perfectly still, not showing any signs of falling even though Biho continued to breathe.

“That’s how you do it,” Yooha grinned a shit-eating grin, mischief sparkling in his eyes. 

That was how Yooha became Hansol’s accomplice. And how this ‘game’ evolved into a competition.

There were three aspects to the competition. 

First—what was the most absurd object one could balance on Biho without waking him? 

Second—how long could one balance said object? 

Third—who would be the one to wake Biho (and by default lose the game)? 

So far, Hansol held the title as champion, having successfully balanced a bowl of ramen on Biho’s knee and successfully eaten it with little to no mess on the sheets. However, that didn’t mean Yooha wasn’t a worthy competitor. 

Over the course of the next few days, the fox challenged his skills going so far as to deliver Hansol’s laundry neatly folded in stacks across Biho’s body. In fact, Yooha and Hansol even bonded over the sleeping goblin. The latter was surprised how enthusiastic the fox had become. 

Just the other night, Yooha suggested a deep talk over shots, of course using Biho’s forehead as a table. But, Hansol immediately refused. As fun as it sounded, it was too risky. The cold glasses and the stench of alcohol would have definitely woken the sleeping baby. 

Yooha’s crazy suggestions didn’t stop there. In fact, they only seemed to escalate, and Hansol should have known the fox’s penchant for mischief would come back to bite them in the butt sooner or later.

That afternoon, Yooha showed up in Hansol’s room with a strange object in hand. An object that looked a little bit too familiar for comfort… 

“Look what I brought!” he said excitedly, and Hansol could imagine him wagging his eight tails in delight as he proudly showed off the item.

Hansol’s eyes widened, first in awe, before his features began contorting in horror and shock. 

Yooha waved the feather duster in front of Hansol’s dumbfounded face. Or more precisely, Taehee’s feather duster. His favorite one, too.

“What are you doing with that? You know how uptight Taehee is with his things, especially his cleaning stuff,” Hansol hissed.

“Relax,” Yooha gave his usual nonchalant shrug, “I’ll put it back where I found it. We’ll be done here before he gets home anyway. No one’s going to find out.”

True… Taehee was at work today and he wouldn’t be back until the evening. Still though, Hansol couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling gnawing at the back of his mind. 

In any case, before he could say anything else, Yooha had swiftly and soundlessly looped the hook of the duster on Biho’s right big toe. The duster swung back and forth slightly like a pendulum, before coming to a still. The sleeping goblin didn’t stir.

Hansol returned his attention to the fox, who was now smirking at him expectantly. “Your turn.” 

“I don’t know about this,” he stammered, the sight of the duster swaying filling his stomach with dread. 

Yooha nodded slowly. “Okay, I get it,” he said. He leaned his hip casually against Biho’s leg further prodding the cleaner. “You’re conceding.”  

“No!” Hansol burst. “It’s just...I’m just—” 

He tore his gaze away from the undisturbed Biho to the fox. Yooha raised a challenging brow which only incited Hansol’s dwindling pride.  

No, he couldn’t lose his title. He was a goblin—the best at stacking in this house. Just look at his laundry! 

Besides, Yooha was right. Taehee usually worked late anyway. 

“Fine,” he returned coolly. With a quick scan of the room, he found a bag of chips he had mostly finished earlier. There were barely crumbs left, but the fragments left would be perfect to showcase his stacking skill. “Watch and learn from the best, okay?” 

Yooha responded with an unimpressed shrug, though the twinkle in his eye betrayed his intrigue. 

Carefully, Hansol extracted a few triangular scraps from the bottom of the bag. Then, summoning all his muscle strength, he steadily lowered them one on top of the other—right at the tip of the duster. 

“Not bad,” Yooha admitted. 

Hansol felt the compliment run straight to his head, and in the rush, he hurriedly dug out another morsel for the finishing touch. 

And that was where it all went wrong… 

Yooha’s brows furrowed as the goblin eagerly continued stacking. He leaned forward to inspect the small, potato mountain, and Hansol waited for another compliment. Instead, the fox pointed his finger to one of the middle slices. 

“Hey, Hansol,” he said. “Is that chip moving?” 

Hansol shook his head. “If it is, it’s because you’re breathing on it. Back up!” 

Surprisingly, Yooha obeyed, but his movements were a little too quick and stilted. And his eyes...grew very wide. 

“What?” Hansol said, glancing back at his creation. Then he saw it. A brown slab with spindly legs creeping over his chip mountain. “C-Cock—” 

He barely finished the next syllable when two wings expanded from the creature. A scream edged up his throat, but he quickly stopped it lest he further harm his beautiful voice. Instead, he chose the next viable option. 

His legs involuntarily propelled him from Biho’s mattress until he nearly collapsed at Yooha’s feet. “Kill it,” he hissed. “Hurry!” 

“How?” Yooha hissed right back, backing up into the corner and ducking reflexively as the cockroach continued to zip across the air. Meanwhile, Hansol shuffled backwards together with Yooha, attempting to use his legs as a shield. 

“You’re a fox! How are you scared of a cockroach?”

“Well you’re a goblin, go burn it then if you’re so brave!”

“No way! It’s gross!” 

“Wait,” an idea clicked in Yooha’s brain. “What if we get the vacuum cleaner? It’s in Taehee’s room.”

“Oh right! I’ll get it!” Already Hansol was heading for the door, evidently prepared to abandon the fox and the still sleeping goblin — how Biho could sleep in this absolute chaos was beyond him and he couldn’t care less at this point. Biho could sleep with the cockroach forever. 

Hansol’s escape was unwittingly thwarted however, when the cockroach came into his line of sight. He jumped back immediately, knocking the back of his head against the side of his desk. He was too preoccupied groaning in pain and soothing the sore spot on his head to realise Yooha grabbing hold of that opportunity and leaping onto his bed, avoiding the cockroach entirely and getting to the door in one swift move.

“I’ll be right back,” he promised over his shoulder, before shutting the door behind him.

Hansol had heard Taehee’s story of how he was betrayed by a friend before, but he never understood what that felt like.

Until today.

“Yooha, I swear I’m going to kill you-” But he couldn’t finish his sentence because the cockroach was there in front of him again, on the wall now, close to the door. It had sealed off his only escape route. He was trapped. And alone. Even his slippers were out of reach. He was doomed.

Thankfully, help came in the nick of time. The door swung open with the force of Yooha’s kick, and the fox arrived like a knight in shining armour, brandishing the Byeson vacuum cleaner that Taehee had bought just last week. Relief flooded Hansol. Yooha looked just like a knight in shining armour. 

“Where is it?” Yooha asked, eyes steeled with determination, and the vacuum roared to life. Startled by the sound, the cockroach launched itself into the air again, and Hansol had to clamp his hand over his mouth to keep a shriek from escaping. All he did was point to where the cockroach was, and Yooha began swiping the vacuum in the air in an attempt to suck the pesky creature in. 

Hansol watched in awe—and maybe a little fear—as the fox stormed through the room with his vacuum, like a knight wielding a sword in a duel. The roar of the vacuum echoed through his ears, drowning the buzz of the winged creature in its battle cry. 

“Die already!” Yooha shouted over the clamor. Despite his efforts, the cockroach still managed to evade his strikes. Adeptly, it weaved through the air, sweeping over the beds and sweeping dangerously close to Biho’s sleeping face. 

Normally, Hansol wouldn’t mind. If their game hadn’t woken the goblin, a bug certainly wouldn’t. But a hard, blaring vacuum? 

As the chase continued, Yooha’s enthusiasm seemed to blind him, and a few of his blows were a little too sloppy for Hansol’s comfort. 

“B-Be careful!” He stammered from his hiding spot under the desk. “Don’t hit him!” 

“What?” Yooha called, focus still targeted at the cockroach. His arm swung through the air, again barely missing Biho’s nose. 

“I said be careful!” Hansol shouted louder this time. His muscles tensed as the fox seemed to ignore him. “Don’t hit him!!” 

This time, Yooha spared him a glance sideways. His brows furrowed in confusion. “Don’t hit it? I thought that was the point?” 

Hansol let out a low groan. “Not the bug, idiot! Bi—“ he stopped himself before he uttered the redhead’s name. He would definitely wake up from Hansol’s magically endowed voice calling him. “Don’t wake the baby!”

The vacuum abruptly whirred before falling silent. “There’s a baby?” Yooha hissed. “Whose? Where?” 

“BIHO, you idiot!” Hansol shouted in exasperation. Yooha’s eyebrows shot up, biting back an incredulous laugh at Biho’s nickname. 

“But he’s taller than you—” 

Hansol’s chest swelled with indignance. It might be the stress doing the thinking for him, but he had every mind to shoot a certain finger in the air, and inform Yooha that Biho wasn’t that much taller than him and that Biho was almost a hundred years younger than him, but his thoughts scattered and his mind blanked when he heard a certain redhead’s sleepy voice:

“What’s… going on?”

Ah, shit. Just a sweeping glance and Hansol could tell he wouldn’t have an explanation for any of the ridiculous items that were still on Biho’s body — the duster, the chips, the laundry, some random things Yooha found in the bathroom that probably belonged to MC... 

The jig was up. He just hoped Biho wouldn’t get too mad. He actually hadn’t seen Biho get angry before and he wasn’t sure he wanted to. 

His bleary eyes swept over the room once, intermittently pausing to absorb random bits of the chaos. After a long moment of gaping, he seemed to give up on the endeavor. His hand patted over the myriad of cushions and random objects until he found the dolphin plushie. He cradled it to his chest with one last, confused survey of the room before slowly turning his back to the fox and older goblin. 

Hansol only released another breath when the redhead’s own breathing slowed. He likely dismissed the whole thing as a dream...which meant they were safe. 

Gingerly, he stood to his feet, careful to avoid making a single sound during the baby goblin’s early sleep stages. He gestured Yooha to do the same with a brief wave of his hand towards the door.  If they made it out of the room, things would go back to normal. The game could continue. Life would be great… 

But he had too much faith in that stupid fox. 

VROOOOOM!

Hansol whipped around so hard, his neck throbbed after. Yooha remained in the middle of the room, his shoulders hunched to his ears, and fingers fumbling around the buttons of the machine in his hand emitting the terrible, loud sound. 

“Turn it off!” Hansol hissed, reaching for the contraption himself. 

The fox seemed to find the right button, the noise finally dying back to silence. But it was too late… 

“So, it wasn’t a dream?” They turned their heads and found Biho, fully awake and fully bespectacled, eyeing the various items stacked on him, and slowly brushing them off to the side of his bed. Then he brought his knees to his chest to reach for and remove Taehee’s duster from his toe. 

“Was it you two?” Biho asked in his usual quiet voice. Hansol couldn’t detect a trace of anger in it, which strangely enough, made him even more nervous. Next to him, Yooha was scratching his head, a perplexed look on his face. The internal debate he had going on was obvious, and it was probably showing on Hansol’s face as well.

“Sorry,” Hansol said, shoulders sagging as he dropped his head. Many words crossed his mind but he didn’t even know where to begin. Should he explain how the game worked? How long this had gone on for? Make some kind of excuse and pass this off as a prank? 

He couldn’t think of a single explanation that wouldn’t make Biho mad at him.

“No wonder you’ve been acting weird all week,” Biho said. “You were putting random things on me while I was asleep?” 

“We—” Hansol didn’t get the chance to explain (and probably inevitably condemn himself even further) because the door opened right then, revealing MC’s figure. 

“I heard screaming and the vacuum going off even though Taehee isn’t home… What’s going on here? Are those— Are those my pads?” She pointed at the items on Biho’s bed — Hansol recognised them as the things that Yooha had taken from the bathroom.

He turned to Yooha, who was now looking quite confused. “Pads? What pads?”

“This!” MC held one up, and Hansol swallowed nervously. She looked angry… 

“Oh, sorry,” Yooha replied with a breezy chuckle. Hansol noticed MC’s brow twitch at the fox’s casual demeanour. “They were lying on the counter so I just took a couple for fun… What are they for anyway? I’ve never seen you use them.”

Silence ensued… and not the good kind.

Thankfully, a soft knock on the threshold rescued the three of them from MC’s increasingly intense glare which no doubt would’ve ended in a seething scolding or maye a few of those “pads” hurled at their heads. 

Hansol turned towards their savior only to have his sudden relief morph back into dread. 

Taehee stepped past the doorway, head tilted and his usually sorrowful eyes now alight with alarm as he scanned the mess strewn across the floor.

A tense chuckle swept past his barely upturned lips. “What’s this?” came the hoarse question.  

“Clean” by most people’s standards was dirty to Taehee’s. By that logic, the current state of the room was beyond human—and goblin—comprehension. 

Having no explanation that would appease the man, Hansol sought aid from his other housemates. 

Bad idea...

“You’re home early,” Yooha unhelpfully commented. His indifferent attitude only seemed to exacerbate the other man’s poor mood. They should’ve been begging the oldest goblin for mercy lest they all be dragged into a weekend of cleaning. 

However, that wasn’t even Yooha’s greatest sin. His mistake was drawing attention to himself—or rather drawing attention to the thing in his hand. 

Trepidation seeped into Hansol’s every limb as Taehee’s usually cool expression turned dark. “Is that my vacuum?” 

Of course, Yooha maintained his casual indifference, lifting the goblin’s beloved machine in his palm as if it was a mere broom. “Oh, this? Yeah, I found it in our room.” 

Taehee gritted his teeth through a grin. “But why is it in your greasy hands?”

Ears now flushed red, Yooha opened his mouth, no doubt to reply with his own enraged comeback, but MC stepped between the two. 

“Before you two start,” she began, hands outstretched as if to physically stop them from mauling each other over a machine. “Would someone like to explain what happened here? Why is there random stuff from the house on Biho’s bed?” 

Hansol inhaled deeply. It was up to him apparently. He would just have to rack his brain for the most eloquent, poetic alibi he could muster. However, when before he could so much as voice a syllable, found the fingers of his treacherous roommates pointed straight at him. 

Mouth falling agape in utter disbelief, he dragged his gaze between his accusers—Biho and Yooha. His “friends.”

“Hansol was stacking things on me while I slept,” Biho said bluntly. 

“Then he dragged me into it,” Yooha added. The snake. 

Hansol let out a string of unintelligible syllables. “B-But, you— and Biho wouldn’t—And Yooha, you—” 

MC and Taehee turned to the blond, both wearing the same disappointed expression...like parents about to scold their child.

 “Is that true, Hansol?” MC said, sounding more saddened than exasperated now. “Did you do that to poor Biho?” 

Every excuse Hansol had prepared in the face of his own guilt—or rather just the puppy eyes of Biho, glimmering in his general direction. He hung his head with a short sigh. 

“Yeah. Sorry, Biho,” he mumbled towards the redhead. 

Biho accepted the apology with a sleepy nod, and Hansol turned to Yooha expectantly. 

The fox rolled his eyes. “I guess I’m sorry too,” he said. “Though it was fun. I didn’t know anyone could sleep so hard.” 

“Buzz off.” 

Everyone startled at Biho’s uncharacteristically crass reply.  

“What did you just say to me?” Yooha returned, knuckles tightening around the vacuum. 

“I was talking about the bug flying,” the redhead replied calmly, though Hansol wasn’t thoroughly convinced about the bug. 

Oh, wait… 

“Bug?” MC asked. 

As if on cue, the soft droning of wings gradually filled the empty silence.

“COCKROACH!” Yooha and Hansol screamed at the same time just as the creature itself re-emerged onto the scene, swooping among the beds and sending the house members into chaos. 

With a scream, MC fled the room. Hansol and Biho tried to follow but were blocked by Yooha who had resumed waving the vacuum through the air to “defend MC’s honor.” 

Poor Taehee was now resorting to grappling Yooha’s shoulders in attempts to retrieve his precious machine. “It’s not intended for bugs!” 

“Well, do you have a better idea?” 

“Use your slipper!” 

“Use yours—OW! That was my head!” 

“Oh, sorry, I mistook you for a cockroach.” 

“I’ll show you who's a cockroach!” 

Hansol groaned as the bickering continued, now accompanied with Taehee’s complaints as Yooha tried to vacuum him. 

He turned to the redhead who had curled up in a ball next to him under the desk. “Biho,” he began. “Next time, wake up when I ask?” 

Biho hummed thoughtfully. “I’ll try my best.”

It sounded sincere enough. Hansol nodded, turning his head back to the chaos before them, with Yooha and Taehee both trying to attack the cockroach. Actually, maybe it would be better if they left the room rather than stayed under the desk — there was no telling when the cockroach would swoop in here and kill them both.

“Biho, let’s go.” Hansol tugged on the goblin’s sleeve, but he didn’t get an affirmative “Mm” or “Okay” that he usually received. 

“Biho?” Hansol turned his head. And there was Biho, with his eyes closed, head resting against the wall, asleep. Again.

A string of curses went off in Hansol’s head. Stupid stupid stupid stupid—

“KANG BIHO!” 

[kangbihoe]

writing queue

here's what i'm intending on writing

|| biho / 'cutting firewood' / nsfw / in progress

|| hansol / 'a thank you picnic' / fluffy / in progress

|| taehee / 'good girl' / nsfw / not started

|| biho / 'if i didn't believe in you' / fluffy / not started

|| yooha / 'use me coupons' / nsfw / not started

|| biho / 'red' / angst / not started

|| biho x yooha / 'memories from before' / not started

|| taehee x yooha / 'boundaries' / angst / not started

|| hansol x biho / 'not your brother' / angst / not started

|| taehee x biho / 'spades' / not started

|| biho / 'for you' / not started

|| hansol / 'not enough' / hurt\comfort / not started

|| yooha / 'first cry' / hurt\comfort / not started

|| biho / 'if you have to' / angst\fluff / not started

|| taehee / 'have to love you' / angst / not started

|| taehee / 'let me take care of you' / fluff / not started

|| hansol / 'something real' / fluff / not started

|| yooha / 'what holds you back' / nsfw / not started

|| yooha / 'a necklace that dangles' / nsfw / not started

|| biho / 'due for a haircut' / fluff / not started

finished fics

here are the fics i've completed

|| biho / 'his present' / link

|| yooha / 'summoning the courage' / link

|| biho / 'waves of you' / link

uhhh if there's ever requests you wanna submit you can put them in my ask box !! i will probably do anything.

[billionaire-prince]

~Let’s spread some positivity~ Choose 3 mutuals and tell them why you like them. Spread the happy vibes!

Aw, but I always have problem choosing something/someone agshd. Anywayss… I’ll start saying that my choice has been influenced by interaction more than anything, but even if you’re my mutual and we don’t talk, or if we’re not mutuals, I hope you know I think you’re all rad! @mycomplex SAAM ASHSJSD. I really like your sense of humour, but also how kind you are. I think you’re one of the first people I talked to here? And you always make me feel comfortable 💖@jkevldje From our jokes about Seungri using Richie as his name (King Richie) to being thirsty for Taehee (sometimes I try to forget about those dark times), I’ve always loved getting asks/messages from you 💖. But that isn’t all. I think you’re one of the few mutuals who likes shinee? and you’ve helped me a lot going through my grief. I know I don’t talk too often, and sometimes I disappear for like 2 decades, but going through this with someone who understands has made it a lot easier than going through it alone. You’re kind and lovely. @gdislovegdislife I’ve always loved your fanfics, even if I didn’t tell you sooner aaaaah, and I like how understanding you are about the struggles of writing. Although we’ve talked just a few times through dm, you are someone really, really wonderful to talk to. Thank you. 

It’s unfair I had to choose only 3 people, but I’ll mention @ssoft-tabi, @park-sungshine and @jiyongs-g-string, because they’re hella cool and some of the people that have made staying in the fandom being worth it. And also @xxthouthxx, because she’s one of the greatest friends I made here and she’s just awesome. 

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♢ Dados básicos:

ㅡ Nome completo: 문태히 | Moon Taehee

ㅡ Apelidos: 문이 (Moonie), pessoas em geral a chamam assim de forma carinhosa. Aberta a outros Apelidos.

ㅡ Data de nascimento: 19 de abril de 1998 as 04:23 da manhã.

ㅡ Signo: Tigre; Aries; Ela acredita bastante já que muitas coisas se encaixam com sua personalidade e modo de agir

ㅡ Orientação sexual: Taehee percebeu ainda jovem que, enquanto suas amigas tinham quedas por meninos e seus amigos tinham quedas por meninas ela simplesmente achava que ambos eram igualmente atraentes. Um pouco mais velha percebeu que apesar da maioria das garotas terem um preconceito com garotos trans ou mais femininos e os garotos terem esse mesmo preconceito com garotas trans ou mais masculinas, para ela todos continuavam igualmente atraentes. Ela no entando se recusava a usar termos como Bisexual, polisexual ou pansexual para si própria até porque ela só se sentia atraída pela beleza alheia, nada sexual. O quando conheceu a palavra Assexual (ace), passou a se identificar assim junto a demiromantica, que significa que ela não sente atração romântica a exceção de raros casos em que possui uma forte conexão, independente de sexo ou gênero.

ㅡ Tipo sanguíneo: A, ela não acredita, mas não descarta a possibilidade de certas coisas se ligarem sim a isso.

ㅡ Nacionalidade: Coreana

ㅡ Cidade natal: Seoul

ㅡ Idiomas e nível de fluência em cada um: Coreano (nativo) | Inglês (avançado) | Japonês (intermediário) | Chinês (básico)

♢ Personagem:

ㅡ História: TaeHee nasceu em Seoul, filha de mãe solteira viu desde jovem as dificuldades e o preconceito. Sua mãe a teve com 17, no final do terceiro ano do Ensino médio, o seu pai se recusou a assumir e deixou-a desamparada. Até que sua mãe completasse a faculdade elas viveram com seus pais, Taehee era muito comportada e sempre procurava demonstrar felicidade, mesmo quando não estava feliz. Quando sua mãe terminou a faculdade ela já tinha um emprego fixo numa firma de arquitetura e dinheiro para sustentar as duas bem. O apartamento era pequeno, com um só quarto, cozinha, sala, banheiro e uma pequena varanda, mas era suficiente e delas. Ela não era popular nem sofria na escola, ela tinha seu grupo de amigos, ela poderia tirar notas maiores, mas sempre se mantinha apenas com boas o suficiente para estar acima da maioria mas ainda assim não ser a principal estudante, para não chamar atenção. Ela era sempre educada e sorridente, ajudava seus amigos mas evitava situações problemáticas. Tudo continuou bem até que alcançou seus 8 anos, quando sua mãe subiu de posição, sendo a co-arquiteta principal é compraram uma casa maior e mais cara. Mas para isso elas precisaram mudar, e ela teve que mudar de escola. Sua nova escola ela era como na outra, sorridente, educada, com alguns amigos e boas notas. A diferença era a forma como alguns dos amigos dela eram tratados. Um deles, Myungsoo, era constantemente atacado por crianças mais velha no que podia ser claramente definido como bullying. Uma garota, Eunji, era alvo dos professores e sempre era mantida depois das aulas e outra, Daeyeon, tinha problemas familiares e Taehee já vira mais de uma vez marcas roxas no tronco e no começo das coxas da garota, onde as roupas não deixariam ninguém ver, como se fosse proposital. Ainda havia um, Subin, que era de outra sala e vivia isolado pelas outras crianças. Ser amiga dessas pessoas fez ela acabar podendo se comunicar somente com eles, sendo ignorada pelos outros. Mas ela continuava sorrindo, estava tudo bem enquanto ela conseguisse animar eles e ela não fosse atacada fisicamente. Pois se fosse sua mãe poderia ver e isso seria um problema. Durante seu segundo ano naquela escola ela conseguiu fazer seus amigos se interessarem em coisas ligadas a arte, para eles esquecerem ao menos momentariamente das dificuldades. Myungsoo se interessou em artes marciais, Subin passou a escrever quadrinhos, Eunji, Taehee e Daeyeon, se interessaram por canto e dança, todos os cinco acabaram se tornando fãs de Idols, principalmente os das Big 3. No final daquele ano ela convenceu sua mãe a trocar de escola e pediu para tentar convencer os pais de seus amigos, com a desculpa de que poderiam se focar em coisas mais interessantes. Os pais dos demais permitiram, mas não a mãe de Daeyeon. No ano seguinte eles entraram em uma escola com programa de artes. Não muito tempo eles descobriram pelos jornais que a mãe de Daeyeon tinha ciúmes dela com o pai e a batia e permitia que o tio da garota, irmão do pai, abusasse dela. O nome dela não foi divulgado mas o nome da mãe sim e eles reconheceram ela. Não muito tempo depois a garota se juntou a eles naquela escola. Quando ela tinha 11, sua mãe começou uma pequena empresa com um arquiteto amigo seu e logo começou a namorar com ele, Taehee começou a chamá-lo de pai para agradá-lo mas logo começou a ser algo natural e verdadeiro. Daeyeon e Taehee se distanciaram um pouco dos demais quando entraram na SOPA, enquanto Subin entrou numa academia de artes e Eunji e Myungsoo continuaram na mesma escola. Ela entrou na Starship junto com Daeyeon quando alcançaram os 13 anos. Ela continuou seguindo sua ideia, ser sorridente educada e ser boa o suficiente, Taehee nunca foi muito confiante e sempre tentou ficar na média, mas agora sua autoestima estava caindo, a maioria das trainees já despontavam curvas, ela não, também não era a mais bonita, foi então que parou de agir apenas de forma mediana e começou a se esforçar. Daeyeon saiu da Starship e entrou na sm, mas continuaram amigas, com isso Taehee conheceu algumas trainees da SM. Ela, Daeyeon e Yeri se tornaram melhores amigas. Foi com o apoio das duas que melhorou sua autoestima apesar de ainda hoje não ser tão boa.

ㅡ Já foi trainee de outras empresas? Não.

ㅡ Personalidade: Ela tenta sempre ser o mais agradável que pode, mas ela se irrita fácil e não controla muito bem a sua língua e é ótima em ser ofensiva. No entanto com os amigos ela é implicante e adora zoa-los, mas sabe ler muito bem as pessoas, e portanto sabe também os limites. Ainda assim ela é muito tímida, não demonstra com frequência por seus atos mas sua vergonha a deixa muito nervosa. Ela não tem vergonha em coisas que ela não pensa exatamente antes de fazer, ela poderia gritar no meio da rua sem a menor vergonha, mas morrer de timidez por dentro ao comprar uma água. Ela é o tipo de pessoa que conhece bem os seus amigos e está sempre ali para eles. É super romântica, mas zoando seus amigos até mesmo por olharem muito tempo para alguém. Se interessa em muitas coisas muito rápido, de pessoas a hobbies, normalmente começa as coisas mas nunca segue em frente, seja pequenos relacionamentos ou cursos de Mecatrônica. Ela não conversa com estranhos aleatórios, mas abraçaria amigos de amigos de amigos. Ela é uma hugger que adora demonstrações públicas de afeto com seus amigos e skinship. Também adora fanservice, seja fazendo aegyo, lives ou qualquer outra coisa. Ela faz piada sobre tudo e se diverte ao fazer seus amigos rirem em situações inapropriadas. Ela nunca pede e finge não ligar, mas adora quando tomam conta de si. Ela é a pessoa mais fofa do mundo até começar a se apresentar.

ㅡ Família: 문혀리 (Moon Hyori) - Mãe, uma profissional talentosa e dedicada, uma mulher honesta e forte, uma pessoa maravilhosa, mas com seus objetivos no lugar. Ela dá seu melhor pela sua filha desde sempre, por isso Taehee quer trabalhar e não preocupar sua mãe.

문윤호 (Moon YoonHo)- Avô materno. Ele é um doce de pessoa, faz ótimas piadas e sabe um ou dois truques de mágica. Ele é professor universitário de psiquiatria e a mima até hoje.

문소희 (Moon Sohee) - Avó materna, ela é rigorosa e reclamona só que não resiste a um abraço, foi contra a carreira de Idol, mas não resiste ver a neta dançando e retrucou quando ela contou que ia debutar, mas ficou sorrindo e quis saber tudo sobre.

권숭우(Kwon SungWoo) - Padrasto, ele é bastante envergonhado e não sabe o fazer quando recebe elogios, ele é uma ótima pessoa e trata Taehee como uma filha.

권나라 (Kwon NaRa) -  Filha de Sungwoo, É baixinha, irritadiça, fica vermelha fácil, está sempre discutindo com alguém, age de forma fofa perto de pessoas que gosta ou admira. Tinha intenção de odiar Hyorin quando a conheceu, com nove anos, mas não conseguiu então mudou seu alvo para Taehee, nunca vai admitir mas é fã das demais integrantes do Am3th1st.

ㅡ Amigos: 박대연 (Park Daeyeon) - 18 anos- Trainee da SM, sempre a incentiva e adorável com ela, se parece com a Seolhyun do AOA e isso faz a Taehee falar que ela não pode opinar sobre auto estima, mas Daeyeon é muito consciente de sua altura e queria ser mais baixa então tem inveja da Taehee. Ela sempre foi doce, esperta e animada, mas adora fazer piadas infames. Taehee é realmente muito grudenta, sempre abraçando a cantora ou se mantendo o mais próximo possível. Elas estão numa relação platônica (qpp), Taehee sendo Ace e Demi e parcialmente sex-repulsive e daeyeon sendo hiposexual e biromantica.

이수빈 (Lee Subin) - 19 - Escritor de Web-Comic, ele é tímido, mas muito criativo, consegue e escreve todos os gêneros, se anima fácil com as coisas o que o faz sorrir contido, não admite mas ainda é fã de Idols, tanto boy quanto girl groups. Enche o saco de Taehee e Daeyeon pois adora os grupos da SM e da Starship e sempre avisa para arranjar entradas para ele. Enquanto Daeyeon age quase que como uma mãe com ele, Taeyeon é a irmã irritante que se mete na vida social e amorosa dele.

Yeri (Red Velvet) - Se conheceram através da Daeyeon e se tornaram próximas por causa da garota, está tentando colocar a alimentação da amiga nos trilhos. Taehee age com ela age com  bastante contato físico.

Shownu (Monsta X) - Se conheceram ainda trainees, ele tomava conta não só dela mas de algumas outras trainees mais novas com quem era próximo, ela o trata como um amigo, ele a trata como uma irmã mais nova.

NCT - A Se tornar amiga, se possível.

ㅡ Inimigos: Ela não tem inimigos mas não é segredo pra ninguém que se ela não vai com a cara de alguém ela vai ser bastante curta e evasiva, possivelmente fazendo observações não muito amigável sobre essas pessoas quando conversa com pessoas que ela crê que não vão contar. Ela também gosta de irrita-los e se fingir que disse as coisas com coração puro. Apesar disso, ela não é maldosa de verdade e não os odeia, só os provoca ou fofoca com coisas reais, não inventa disparates e provavelmente os defenderia de falsas acusações, assim como defenderia qualquer. As pessoas com quem o santo dela não bateu: Hoseok, Jimin (bts), Jeongyeon (twice), Kimi (Bulldok), BabySoul (Lovelyz).

ㅡ Gostos: Dia | Fotografia | Oceano | Tempo ensolarado | Garoa | Chuvas fortes e longas | Algodão-doce | Cheiro de plantas | Milk-Shakes | Velas perfumadas | Aegyo | Gifs fofos | bolhas | Luzes de neon | Natal | Músicas stripped | Montanhas | Instrumentais | Lo-fi | 8Tracks | Deep House | Tropical House | Caramelo | Headphones | arco-íris | Capas de celulares | Marcas de beijo | Roupas fofa para sair | Jornalismo | Roupas folgadas para fica em casa | Saias | Bochechas | Clavícula | Pescoços | Coxas | Hip-bone | Parques de diversão | Fliperamas | Óculos | Cabelos Coloridos | Flores | Barcos | A natureza e os seres vivos no geral | Arquitetura | Dança | Pinturas | Poemas | Escrever | Liberdade.

Entre comida e arte, seus favoritos são: Anjos e Demônios (livro) | Senhor dos anéis | A Saga dos Corvos | Os testes de ferro | Twenty Øne Pilots | Dresses | Walk The Moon | U2 | The vaccines | Arctic Monkeys | Vancouver Sleep Clinic | Years &  Years | Two Door Cinema Club | Halsey | Daughter | Oh Wonder | Sabrina Carpenter | Eden | The Chainsmokers | Marshmello | Lady Gaga | BØRNS | One OK Rock | Dean | Oohyo | Standing on Eggs | Bolbbalgan4 | Crush |  Zion.T | Babylon | Kisum | Punch | Zico | Gain | HyunA | Akmu | Wonder Girls | Girls’ Generation | Bigbang | Davichi | iKON | EXO | Lee Hi | Seventeen | A Origem | Sociedade dos poetas mortos | Como se fosse a primeira vez | ABC do amor |  Mr. Robot | Sherlock | Hannibal, Vikings | Hemlock Grove | Stranger Things e Supernatural | Travellers | Riverdale | Sucos | Refrigerantes | Coquetéis | Chás gelados | Vinho | Espumantes | Smoothies | Samgyeopsal | Tteokbokki | Hambúrguer | Mapo tofu | Okonomiyaki | Daifuku | Muse | Sorvetes.

Desgostos: Suor | Garganta Seca | Brigas | Comidas muito salgadas | Frio sem chuva, neve ou ventania | Temperos | Pressão | silêncio | Julgamentos racionais sem levar em consideração em consideração o emocional | Elogios dados com sarcasmo/ironia | Ser forçada a algo | Não poder ajudar seus amigos.

ㅡ Manias, hábitos, hobbies: Ela sempre está estalando algum osso, normalmente o dos dedos das mãos, usando o polegar de uma mão na mesma, assim pode estalar as duas ao mesmo tempo. Mas odeia alguém estalando os dedos dela. Ela da petelecos em si, normalmente no próprio rosto, quando pensa algo que não deveria, dependendo do seu clima ela pode fazê-lo inclusive por ter pensado bem demais sobre si mesma. Descasca o esmalte das unhas com os dentes ou morde a lateral dos dedos para passar o tempo ou no automático. Ela passa muito tempo deitada, mesmo depois de acordar leva eons para se levantar. Ela tem hábito de postar fotos da Daeyeon e do Subin no Instagram. Ela está sempre ouvindo músicas. Novas, velhas, ocidentais, orientais, é bem eclética. Ela lê livros, mangas, comics ou contos originais no seu celular antes de dormir. Ela adora sair, ir para um lugar tranquilo e bonito como um parque, sentar comer e ler ou escrever. Ela tem mais de 100 rascunhos de diferentes histórias. Ela vê doramas e seriados com frequência além de esportes como luta, basquete ou rugby, mas não pratica. Joga bastante, seja de cartas, tabuleiros ou de arcades. Ela checa sobre se é sobre as outras na Internet diariamente. Tenta visitar festivais quando tem tempo livre.

ㅡ Medos e fobias: Pessoas boas/perfeitas demais a assustam. Medo de não ser boa o suficiente. Medo de decepcionar as pessoas que acreditam nele. Tem tripofobia, fica desconfortável, ansioso e, se for na pele de alguém, com náuseas.

ㅡ Tipo de pessoa que se dá bem e tipo de pessoa que não se dá bem: Ela se da bem com pessoas animadas, honestas e inteligentes, não inteligente de escola, mas num geral de inteligência. Também se envolve bem com pessoas com interesses em comum e daí o assunto surge depois. Ela se da mal com pessoas exageradas, irritantes, que aparentam ser/são falsas, gente que mente mal ou que simplesmente não foi com a cara. Na maioria das vezes os fatores que mais marcam são a honestidade, confiança e o cuidado da pessoa com os outros.

ㅡ Possui algum vício? Ela viciada em coleções, seja chaveiros, óculos, copos de viagem, se der para colecionar ela irá. Ela é viciada em tirar fotos e deixar marcas de beijo em lugares diferentes. Não chega a ser um vício mas ela usa calmantes e remédios que tem como efeito colateral a sonolência com muita frequência.

ㅡ Sua personagem bebe? Se sim, como age quando está bêbada? Ela bebe e aguenta bem a bebida mas bêbada ela fica mortal, ela se torna provocativa na parte de irritar pessoas, ela tem bom controle sobre os temas que vai falar, mas não controla o que vai falar. Ela fica bastante acordada, por assim dizer, e sem medo de nada. Ela não parece bêbada, mas é fácil reconhecer pois ela fala com o sotaque carregado.

♢ Visual:

ㅡ Photoplayer: Yoojung (IOI)?

ㅡ Imagens e GIF’s e/ou Link da Galeria: http://weheartit.com/danielle95z/collections/122295952-yoojung http://weheartit.com/my_linh5665/collections/116351348 http://weheartit.com/doitfortaetae/collections/121713148-YooJung* http://weheartit.com/Jelly_Gyol/collections/116135856-Yoojung

ㅡ Possui alguma modificação corporal? Ela é muito suscetível a mudanças então não usa nada permanente, mas está sempre com algo temporário, de tatuagens a piercings de pressão, seu cabelo também não escapa, já o usou loiro, azul, verde, lilás, um lado de uma cor, outro de outra, curto, muito curto, de franja, sem franja. Ela pretende fazer uma tatuagem, algo como uma frase na cabeça, atrás da orelha, dizendo “You can hear but you need to listen” e uma lua crescente, quase cheia rodeada de estrelas na lateral do corpo, quase nos quadris.

ㅡ Estilo da personagem: http://www.polyvore.com/sunshy/collection?id=6407175

♢ Stage:

ㅡ Nome artístico: Moonhee

ㅡ Motivo do nom: Ela simplesmente prefere a sonoridade e acha divertido o trocadilho do nome com a sua persona,  já que moon é lua e hee é uma expressão de risos.

ㅡ Persona: Sunshy. Uma brincadeira com a palavra Sunshine (raio de sol/ luz do sol). Ela é brilhante e super animada, mas parece bastante inocente e, apesar de não demonstrar com frequência, é bastante tímida. Além de ser uma contrariação ao seu próprio nome

ㅡ Como entrou para a empresa? Audição Presencial.

ㅡ Nome do fandom individual: Star, pois nunca deixam a lua sozinha no céu. Cor: Tem estrelas azuis e estrelas vermelhas, quando você mistura as duas coisas você acha um roxo. Ela prefere tons mais claros por isso a cor do fandom é Violeta/Lilás.

ㅡ Escreva uma mensagem pedindo apoio para os fãs: Olá, (se curva e levanta) aqui é a Sunshy (coloca as mãos no queixo na “pose de flor”) do Am3th1st, MoonHee! (acena com as mãos bem abertas na altura do pescoço) .  O Am3th1st nesse momento está se esforçando para trazer uma performance perfeita pra vocês ~hm? (expressões faciais fofas) Nós pedimos que vocês nos apoie mais uma vez, agora e no futuro. Estamos preparando tudo pensando em levar performances de qualidade para o todos, (suspende o dedo midinho) em termos um bom tempo, nos divertindo enquanto nos apresentamos, (suspende o anelar) e é claro, na felicidade dos nome-do-fandom, okay? (faz um okay com os dedos) (suspende as palmas juntas na frente do rosto) Vocês vão estar prontos para brilhar conosco (coloca as palmas juntas no lado direito do rosto, revelando um sorriso) não é? AM3TH1ST, FIGHTING! (suspende um braço na pose de fighting) Nome-do-fandom, FIGHTING! (suspende o outro braço; coloca as mãos na barriga, se curva, se levanta e acena igual no começo) Tchau~ (com voz fofa).

ㅡ Posições que quer estar: [ ] Main Rapper [X] Lead Rapper [ ] Sub-Rapper [ ] Main Vocal [ ] Lead Vocal [X] Sub-Vocal [ ] Main Dancer [X] Lead Dancer [ ] Sub-Dancer

● Representação de voz: YooA (oh My Girl) ㅡ Representação de canto: Yezi (Wonder Girls) ㅡ Representação de dança: Somi (I.o.I) ㅡ Representação de Rap: Mimi (Oh My Girl)/ Yoojung (I.o.I)

ㅡHabilidades que merecem destaque: Ela é bastante flexível; boa atriz; pode tradução simultânea; consegue reorganizar a letra de qualquer música para mudar o ponto de vista ou trocar a língua em pouco tempo; ela é boa em customização e desenhos; sabe fazer maquiagem artística; consegue se manter séria por longos períodos; É uma ótima fotógrafa; sua pronúncia de outras línguas é impressiva.

ㅡ Artistas em quem se inspira: Ela se inspira bastante no Zico, ela o acha brilhante. Depois dele tem também o Woozi, G-Dragon e o Hanbin que são produtores incríveis na opinião dela. Como grupo suas inspirações são o SNSD e o Wonder Girl, ela não vê grupo, feminino ou masculino, que supere esses dois.

ㅡ Toca algum instrumento? Se sim, qual ou quais? Omnichord, Launchpad e Harpejj. (launchpad pode ser considerado instrumento gente? Socorro)

ㅡ Utiliza redes sociais? Quais? Kakaotalk/line (MoonHee) - diariamente. Instagram/Tumblr (@FullMoonShy) &  Twitter (@SunHee486)- @MoonShy Várias vezes durante a semana. Weibo (@Mtee_age) - Pelo menos uma vez a cada dez dias Youtube/Soundcloud (FullMoonShy)- Vez ou outra ela posta um cover ou alguma filmagem ou colagem de filmagens. [486 = 사랑해 | Mtee_age = MTH (Moon Tae Hee) | Frequência de uso diminui se a carga horária do trabalho for muito grande]

ㅡ Fatos: ≈ Ela conhece diversas flores, seus significados, origens e informações úteis (ou não) sobre elas. ≈ Ela incentiva ships ≈ Ela é uma enorme fã da Taeyeon ≈ Ela possui uma coleção de copos para viagem com dizeres diferentes assim como chaveiros retangulares de cores diferentes com diversas frases. ≈ Ela não possui gatos pois Nara é alérgica, mas é apaixonada por eles e por animais em geral, seus favoritos depois de gatos são porco espinhos, focas, ovelhas e pássaros diversos. ≈ Ela tira fotos de Daeyeon e Subin juntos, mostrando seus rostos, mas dificilmente tira com eles mostrando o próprio rosto. ≈ Taehee escreve poemas e histórias de ficção, mas todos envolvem algum tipo de drama, angústia ou tragédia. Ela prefere escrever em cadernos sem espirais de papel amarelo pólen, mas acha mais prático escrever no celular ou notebook ≈ Ela usa óculos para miopia, 3.0 no direito e 2.8 no esquerdo, ela também possui vários óculos diferentes. ≈ Ela ama maquiagem e possui uma palheta enorme de cores e adora maquiar os outros, mas só maquia pessoas próximas a si. ≈ Ela insistiu por semanas por um beijo da Irene do Red Velvet para a Yeri. Um dia, enquanto conversava com Yeri e Dayeon, repetiu o pedido, Yeri revirou os olhos e chamou a Irene, que foi e o fez bastante surpresa e confusa. ≈ Ela passa horas no YouTube procurando artistas que nunca havia escutado antes. ≈ Ela vai a karaokes mesmo que sozinha. ≈ Ela aprendeu com o avô o básico da psicanálise e é uma pessoa bastante empática. ≈ Ela observa as pessoas, perdendo o foco do que está fazendo e passa minutos olhando como elas agem, que gestos se repetem, quando elas sorriem por nada, ver a vida passar como se fosse somente uma telespectadora. Nem sempre lhe dá uma boa sensação mas é muito interessante. ≈ A leitura mais triste para ela foi a lista de animais extintos na última década, chorou por duas horas e ligou para todas as integrantes, seus amigos e chorou de novo contando suas personalidades. ≈ Ela mantém monólogos sobre animais extintos, grandes personalidades e momentos  históricos, astronomia, teorias sobre o universo, a consciência e ciência genética

♢ Couple:

ㅡ Couple principal: Minha preferência seria um idol/ator original mais popular que ela, incluindo mas não limitando as outras integrantes do grupo. Se não for muito complicado para a autora, num relacionamento poliamoroso.

ㅡ Como se conheceram e como se relacionam: Como não começa já como namoro, se conhecer no campo de trabalho e se aproximarem devagar, se tornando amigos e muito próximos antes de namorar e os amigos de ambas as partes percebendo que estão apaixonados antes dos dois. Não precisa ser um relacionamento feliz, nem amor correspondido da parte dela, na verdade quanto mais angustiante e/ou dramático for antes de um fim feliz, mais eu gosto. A relação romântica deles não deve atrapalhar a relação platônica com a Daeyeon. A personagem está aberta para relacionamentos poliamorosos e/ou a distância.

ㅡ Couple secundário: Seunghee (OhMyGirl), Bobby (iKON) ou A-tom (Toppdogg)

ㅡ Como se conheceram e como se relacionam: A ideia ainda seria a mesma da anterior.

ㅡ Música do couple: I just came to say hello -  Martin Solveig ft. Dragonette Feels like loneliness - Sabrina Carpenter Neptune - Sleeping at last Ruby - Twenty Øne Piløts Goner -  Twenty Øne Piløts Sun - Sleeping at last

ㅡ Sua personagem já teve relações sexuais? Não. Na verdade ela normalmente beija pessoas que acha bonitas porque acha que beijar é legal, já esteve em curtos relacionamentos com pessoas que considerou bonita, mas o máximo que fazia era cuddle e beijos curtos.

ㅡ Posso escrever cenas com teor sexual? Não, como dito ela é Ace, ou seja, não sente atração sexual, demiromantica, dificilmente se apaixona por alguém, e repulsiva ao sexo. No entanto, beijos mais profundos e explorar o corpo do/da pareceiro/a, de uma forma minimamente sexual, é permitido. Se ela entrar num relacionamento poliamoroso, os parceiros se forem allosexuais podem ter relações entre si, mas não com ela.

ㅡ Estão namorando atualmente ou irão ainda no futuro? Futuro

ㅡ Tipo ideal da sua personagem: Eu prefiro pessoas fofas? Sabe, quando eles parecem ser mais novos do que são? Com as bochechas cheias ou eyesmiles? Mas tem também aqueles caras que não parecem ser fofos quando sérios mas no momento que sorriem são adoráveis! Ah, mas fora os fofos tem aqueles com feições fortes, com maçãs altas. Clavículas e coxas são uma coisa bonita, tanto em homens quanto em mulheres, acho pessoas assim belíssimas. (ela poderia seguir por horas falando do que acha mais bonito nas pessoas e não responder com exatidão qual seu tipo ideal em aparência) Mas se estivermos falando… Não do meu tipo de aparência… Mas alguém pra estar junto *risos* namorar… Bom, eu iria preferir alguém mais alto que eu, mas alguém mais baixo poderia ser divertido *riso*. Alguém com um bom corpo e um rosto bonito. De qualquer forma, fora a aparência eu queria ter alguém que fosse divertido, que fosse feliz e pudesse me animar também. Alguém doce e esforçado que confiasse em mim.

♢ Detalhes finais:

ㅡ Há algo que queira acrescentar, mas que não estava na ficha? Não.

ㅡ Tem alguma idéia para a fanfic que queria compartilhar? Usar bastante o V App. Um capítulo com elas no Knowing Bros ou numa versão feminina do Celebrity Bros seria divertido pacas. Reality shows, programas de sobrevivência como mix&match, p101, doramas e escândalos são sempre bem vindos. Uma delas no WGM e em collabs também.

ㅡ Sugestão de nome para Fandom? Gems.

ㅡ Sugestão de música para futuros comebacks? Algo como: Taeyeon- Good thing, Cover up Sunny girls - Taxi I.o.I - Crush Kara -  Step Miss A -  Love Song 2NE1 - Crush Girls’ Day -  Expectation 4Minute - Canvas CLC -  Liar SNSD - I’m in love with the hero, Oscar, Wake up, I’m a Diamond, T.O.P

ㅡ Posso lhe mandar MP se necessário? Sim