#the choreo? everyone is bitter about this

[pancakehauses]

Saw N2N UK tonight and it was so good and I can't stop thinking about it so here's some random thoughts.

Everyone who says the production has only gotten better from the Donmar is right. The transfer has done so much for this show. Some random changes I loved (not a complete list):

Having Gabe on the stage more in act 1 and hovering over Diana during her appointments

The start of I Miss the Mountains where Diana is watching Natalie and is so close to reaching for her but just can't do it

Diana being more overtly sexual with Dan at the start of the show as a way to show her attempting to force an emotional connection that she can feel becoming more frayed because of everything else going on. (At least that's how I interpreted it)

The new choreo in My Psychpharmacologist

The hug for the last few lines of There's a World

The delivery of Henry's last joke in light. (This is a really small change). It's just such an impactful moment for the audience cause it's like a sigh of relief to be able to laugh so heartily again after the last 30 minutes. And I just really like the way Jack and Eleanor do it now

Having Diana and Natalie both deliver their dialogue and the next few lines of the song in Wish I Were Here out to the audience from their separate levels. Good little piece of direction. Allows you to really see the parallels and how much Natalie looks and feels like a young Diana.

Not a change but I also loved being able to see the blue scrunchie's journey, which I could never see in the Donmar boots. It's so small but really adds to Natalie and Henry's act two arc.

Also, Jack's Gabe is so complex that I'm still turning over his actions and motivations in my mind and will be for some time. It's like, he loves his mother so much and only wants to help her but he also desperately wants to stay alive and near her and that can really only be achieved by hurting her. And then of course his frustration and bitterness for his father because he's refusing to acknowledge him and trying to erase him from Diana's life. His pain and anger and youth and love and desperation. There's just so much going on. I can't wait to see it again and sit closer to take it in more. I need another viewing to fully process.

And none of this even mentioned the vocals or the amazing sound, lighting, or set design. Just such an amazing production and so so worth the trip. I love this show.

[withered-rose-unbreakable-lotus]

Dude I can't deal, I will star blocking. This phrase coming from foreigners living in Japan pisses the hell out of me: "It’s ok if you can’t do that (they mention it's ok if you can't come to Japan rn because it is sth hard to do) but don’t try and think you know what’s going on from overseas."

While we can't know everything, claiming we don't know shit as if it's sth completely out of reach unless you are there sounds so fucking entitled to me. Call me bitter, but most of them have that attitude and there's proof they too don't know as much as they think.

I spoke with a girl who shared some live and meet and greet moments of hers with a favorite jrocker of mine with me and it baffled me how much she complained about some parts of his attitude when all she'd been telling me up to that point were normal to me. There was only one thing she told me I didn't expect from him, the others were pretty expected if you read his interviews and pay attention to how he reacts to things. Like honey. Where you are doesn't matter when it comes to basic human reactions. Also I didn't speak about my experience at Kamijo's live here but basically, even though we don't follow Japanese rules at lives here in Europe, even though I didn't have to do choreos or other things "expected from vkei fans", AND it was the 2nd live I've been ever in my 30 years of life cause nb comes where I live and I never have money to go even to the capital to see American artists, AAAALLL of the atmosphere, the live, dealing with other fans etc. felt like sth I do every day. It's a live dammit, it's not rocket science. And Kamijo, a person I'd never once seen in my life up until that point and had only seen live through my screen felt like he was someone doing something I actually have experienced for a long time rather than sth "new" or "unknown" to me. I was at a foreign country I'd never been before. I was scared shitless to go and believed I would fail every single minute as a fan in that arena. Yet I felt this was normal to me. I knew what to sing, what to scream, how to move, and all that? By learning through a screen. Just because you Ms "if you are not here you don't know shit about vkei" never searched beyond what was available to you on vkei while you weren't living in Japan, doesn't mean that everyone stops there. I see many both Japanese and foreign fans being there being just as shitty to jrockers often as some foreign fans living abroad, as if you literally take everything for face value as well, as if you don't know shit, even though you're there. (Not everyone is shitty, what I'm saying is bad apples exist everywhere)

Want me to take it somewhere away from vkei? While studying with 2 Japanese teachers, there were many times I shared stuff with them I enjoy they didn't have a clue Japan has. They'd been locals and yet, there were things they didn't know. Because it wasn't sth they were interested in. Hell, do you know how many times people tell me shit about Greece I don't know? I'm astounded by the knowledge of foreigners, not living in my country, have about my own country's culture in the past. Japan, just like every other country in the world, is no longer a closed off society you can never know shit about. If you look up things, if you ask the right people, locals, and more importantly if you take time to observe and understand them, you will be surprised with how much you learn.

No I don't know everything. And I sure made mistakes while studying, assuming things about a culture different from mine. But I also experienced 2 types of Japanese women who showed me that knowledge lies in the eye of the beholder and how different can people be depending on their maturity and experiences. My first teacher was ambitious, money oriented and didn't know much about subcultures. I found her shallow and selfish, she also looked down on people with mental disorders cause she came from a family heavily affected by it. She didn't value relationships easily and was quick to judge even if she didn't say a word. That person told me about Yoshiki, Gackt and Hyde from a business point of view. I never realized who Yoshiki was in Japan beyond the music industry. Gackt and Hyde too. I was only seeing photos and reading articles so it was refreshing to see them as businessmen from a business standpoint. This woman and I often didn't see eye to eye cause I valued emotions more than ambition and money, yet she was surprised about how much slang I knew for sb who doesn't live there. She was also surprised I knew stuff about mythology, history, Takarazuka Revue, Japanese traditional theater, butoh (which she'd never heard before) etc. Even about the dark parts of Kabukicho's nightlife where she herself had worked. She did add more to my knowledge on that too. My second teacher was much older, much wiser, friendlier and non judgemental. I loved being taught by her cause she was more human and deeper emotionally than the other one. She didn't live much in Japan, she left around her early 20s and kept going back every now and then, but she knew most things a native would and still was so happy when I told her I knew about Takarazuka (she's a fan :P), she wanted to hear about visual kei, she was surprised I knew about Japanese witches, festivals and many more. One of them gave me the nihongo jouzu attitude Japanese people give foreigners, and the other a true appreciation for my love for her country's culture. The latter also told me where to look for more. She encouraged my thirst to learn more instead of disapproving everything she didn't understand about how I approach things. With that old lady we talked shit about Arashi, we talked about SMAP's disband and the industry of idols and talent agencies in Japan. We held a real conversation with plenty of mutual exchange of information xD.

Do tell me or anyone else who doesn't live in ANY country that when you trully love sth you can't know shit about it unless you experience personally. I dare you. And those of you who keep learning things about things you love every day, keep learning, keep asking and let anyone who aquires knowledge ONLY from personal experience doubt you, just cause their learning abilities are limited like that. It shouldn't be a competition, but when you come for my knowledge without even knowing me, I will bite back, cause I can play the "I'm smarter than you" childish attitude too. Help others learn without putting down what they already know dammit, it's not that hard and you are not being "honest" by saying that shit all the time.

[borahae-777]

The Truth Untold -- Chapter 5: Deeper, Deeper, The Wound Just Gets Deeper

Pairing: Taehyung x Jungkook, Yoongi x Jimin

Word Count: Fic in progress, 100k so far. 3k-5k per chapter

Chapter Summary:

It takes all the willpower Taehyung has not to blurt his feelings out then and there. Jungkook’s big dark eyes are wet and warm, his lips puffy and perfect. Taehyung just wants to kiss him, but he knows he has to put this part of himself behind lock and key. Jungkook is straight, Jungkook is straight, Jungkook is straight.

Warnings: Eventual Smut, BDSM, 18+, MxM

A week goes by and the dorm is in shambles. Jimin can’t stand the tension and can’t stand being kept in the dark. The night that his hyungs returned from helping Yoongi, they came back alone. Jimin rushed up to Namjoon to ask questions, but Namjoon told him to leave it alone and that Yoongi would be back the next day. Sure enough, he walked through the front door the following afternoon and made a beeline for his room. He didn’t say a word to anyone and it left a pit in Jimin’s stomach. Ever since then, Jimin can’t seem to get a moment alone with Yoongi to check on him. He only ever sees him during practices and they end up on opposite ends of the room, then Yoongi hurries out the door the second the music is turned off. Jimin can’t help but feel like he’s being avoided.

Thank god for Taehyung. Now that they’ve let each other in on their secrets, Jimin feels a weight has been lifted off his chest and Tae catches him every time he crumbles. Unfortunately, Tae hasn’t been able to apologize to Jungkook and repair things. Jimin keeps trying to get them in the same room, but Jungkook sees Tae and turns around on his heel and marches out. It kills Jimin to watch Taehyung slowly disappear within himself with the lack of Jungkook by his side. The hyungs have all noticed and approached Jimin to ask what’s going on, but Jimin is bitter about being kept in the dark and lets them have a taste of their own medicine.

Everyone is working hard, Home Party is in less than two weeks. His dance unit routine with Hobi and Kookie is solid and clean, so they’re mostly focusing on group choreo. It’s an utter mess. Anytime Jungkook and Taehyung have to be near each other, they half-ass the moves and do their best to separate. Yoongi keeps missing steps and turns red when he catches Jimin’s eyes in the mirror. They can’t keep going on like this. Jimin is going to fix it.

Later that night, Jimin knocks on Jungkook’s door and it opens to a dazed Kookie looking like he just woke up.

“Sorry Kook, I didn’t mean to wake you. Can we talk?” Jimin speaks gently, not wanting the maknae to feel attacked.

“Sure, hyung. Come on in,” Jungkook leaves the door open and walks to his bed to sit down. Jimin closes and locks the door behind him so no one disturbs them. He takes a seat next to the younger and takes a deep breath in.

“Kookie, I know you’re upset with Tae and I know you feel he’s been keeping things from you. That’s completely valid, but we really need you to try to work it out. It’s starting to impact all of us. We’ve got huge responsibilities coming up and we’re all entirely out of sync.”

“That’s not my fault. It’s Taehyung’s. Yoongi-hyung also hasn’t been acting the same, why aren’t you confronting him?”

“He’s actually next on my list, I’m headed to his studio after I talk with you. Don’t change the subject. You and Tae are two halves of the same person. You love each other to pieces. This is silly. Let him at least apologize and talk it out. He’s a wreck. You know you’re not doing well without him either, don’t pretend you’re fine.”

Jungkook lets out a heavy sigh, looking down at the hem of his shirt and picking at a loose thread. He doesn’t say anything for a long time, his eyes are darting back and forth as he thinks through everything.

“Okay. I’ll go see him right now, hyung. You’re right. I let my temper take things too far.”

“Thank you, I can’t watch you two suffer anymore. Let’s get the maknaes back on track, Kookie!” Jimin says the last sentence with a giggle and tackles Jungkook to the bed in a giant hug.

********

Taehyung hears a knock on the door of his room and he really doesn’t feel like answering it. He’s in bed even though they all just finished dinner. Another mostly silent and awkward meal, Hobi and Jin trying to crack jokes to break the tension. Taehyung feels nothing but a dark cloud above himself ever since Jungkook stormed out. Why won’t he let him apologize? The knock comes again and Taehyung pulls the blankets over his head, turning towards the wall. He hears the click of the door opening anyway and groans audibly.

“...Tae?”

Taehyung shoots straight up, throwing the blanket off. He must be imagining things, it’s Jungkook standing there in front of him. He has so much to say, but he feels a lump in his throat. Don’t cry. Not now. Focus.

“Kookie, hi. I’m so glad you’re here. I’m so sorry for making you feel like I’m hiding important things from you. I’m dealing with something big and delicate and Jimin is going through something similar, so we couldn’t talk about it in front of you without also revealing Jimin’s secrets. Jimin really wasn’t even ready to talk to anyone about it and neither was I. It’s not personal, Kookie, it’s just overwhelming. Nothing has felt right since my grandmother died and now I feel like I’ve lost you too. It’s all too much. What can I do to fix this?” Taehyung knows he’s babbling and making no sense at all, but the tears are building behind his eyes and he can’t seem to stop talking.

Jungkook rushes to the bed and takes Taehyung in his arms, squeezing him tight. It pushes him right over the edge and he can feel the tears start to roll down his cheeks. For awhile, neither of them say anything, they just sit like that. Jungkook running a hand up and down Taehyung’s back, tucking the older’s head underneath his chin.

“I’m sorry too Tae. You don’t owe me every single thought in your head, I shouldn’t act like I have the right to demand that. I was just feeling like you were pulling away from me to grow closer to Jimin and I didn’t know how to handle that. I don’t know what I’d do without you, this last week was so hard, but I didn’t know how to handle it.” Jungkook murmurs into Taehyung’s ear, his voice cracking just the tiniest bit. No one but Tae would have ever noticed.

Sitting up, Taehyung pulls back and looks at Jungkook. There are tears rolling down the maknae’s face too and it tugs at Tae’s heart.

“You will never lose me, Kook. Jimin and I are always going to feel like soulmates, but he’s not above anyone else in my eyes. Especially not you. Who do I gravitate towards during every interview? Who do I try to get Hobi to let me dance near in choreos? Who do I sit next to at dinner no matter what? Who do I always volunteer to be on a team with or room with on trips?”

“…me,” Jungkook giggles and wipes his face.

“That’s right. Don’t ever doubt your place in my head and my heart Jungkook, I can’t bear it.”

It takes all the willpower Taehyung has not to blurt his feelings out then and there. Jungkook’s big dark eyes are wet and warm, his lips puffy and perfect. Taehyung just wants to kiss him, but he knows he has to put this part of himself behind lock and key. Jungkook is straight, Jungkook is straight, Jungkook is straight.

********

Yoongi is trying to lose himself in the track he’s working on, but it’s no use. This past week has been utter hell on earth. He can’t stand to be anywhere near Jimin and yet can’t stop watching him in the mirror during dance practices. He is so beyond uncomfortable with whatever is currently brewing inside himself. He’s straight. He’s always been straight. He’s had numerous girlfriends, even more hookups. All women. So what the hell is his problem now? He’s tried watching his go-to porn videos, always women being dominated. He stays limp and soft every time. He’s broken. Entirely broken. He lays his head in his hands and feels tears pricking the backs of his eyes.

He misses his friendship with Jimin. He misses them sitting in here talking about anything and everything. He misses teasing and mocking him. How can he get that back without having to confront the way his heart pounds every time their eyes meet? He runs a hand through his hair and pushes his chair back from the computer. He clearly can’t focus. He’s standing up and putting on his coat when there’s a soft knock at the studio door. Great. Probably Namjoon with another lecture about his attitude this past week. He trudges over to the door and opens it, mouth already open to tell Namjoon to leave him alone. But it’s not him at the door.

“Jimin” Yoongi lets out a gasp and freezes there with his hand on the doorknob. Jimin is standing in the open doorway with a bag of takeout and a bottle of soju.

“Hi hyung. We haven’t done this in awhile, so I figured maybe we could have dinner and hang out?” Jimin looks just as nervous, fidgeting so much that he’s bouncing from foot to foot.

“I guess so, but I’m not drinking that crap. Good thing I keep a bottle of whiskey in my desk drawer,” Yoongi manages to get his voice under control, letting Jimin walk into the room and closing the door behind him. He goes to his desk drawer and pulls out a bottle of whiskey with two glasses as Jimin lays out the food in front of the sofa. Yoongi has no idea what to say next, so he just sits down with Jimin and hands him the extra glass for his soju. He has no idea what to say or what’s going to happen, so he simply sits quietly and starts eating.

“Is there anything you’d like to say to me, hyung?” Jimin’s voice breaks the silence and startles Yoongi. He looks up and Jimin is staring down into his bowl and the question feels loaded. Yoongi throws back his glass of whiskey and pours another before he dares to answer.

“What do you mean?”

“I’m not stupid, hyung. If you don’t want to tell me about what happened to you last week, you don’t have to. But don’t pretend that you haven’t been specifically avoiding me ever since then. What did I do wrong? I can’t stand the distance, I know I tend to mess up with all of you. Sometimes it’s like I have no filter when I speak. But if you could find it in your heart to explain what I did wrong, I promise you I will change. The tension is eating away at me and I’m so worried about you,” Jimin chokes out with trembling breath. The chopsticks are shaking in his hand and his lips start to quiver.

A part of Yoongi breaks hearing the pain he’s been putting Jimin through without even realizing it. Another part of Yoongi wants to turn and run. He can’t handle this. He can’t confront it. What is he supposed to say?

“Jiminie…you could never do anything to ruin our friendship. You’ve done nothing wrong. My issues are with myself and I’m so sorry that I let it impact you without even realizing it. It was careless and I promise things will go back to normal. I-”

“Why are you lying to me?” Jimin interrupts and Yoongi looks up at him, startled.

“W-what? I’m..I’m not lying. Jimin-”

“No. I’m not going to sit here and let you try to placate me. You’ve treated me differently than everyone else all week. Maybe your issue is within yourself, but it has something to do with me. Figure your shit out, Yoongi. You know where to find me when you’re ready to be honest.”

Jimin stands up and storms out the door, leaving Yoongi open-mouthed and stunned. Jimin has never spoken to him that way before, dropping honorifics and chastising him. He has no idea what just happened. All he knows is he feels so much guilt and that Jimin looks absolutely beautiful when he’s speaking so passionately.

********

Taehyung and Jungkook are snuggled in his bed watching a movie on his laptop when Jimin bursts into the room without knocking. His face is flushed almost red and his eyes are brimming with tears. Taehyung immediately hits pause and him and Jungkook flock to Jimin’s side, ushering him over to the bed so he can sit in between them. They wait for him to say something, anything. Instead, Jimin’s body starts heaving with sobs and they curl themselves around him trying to soothe his pain.

“Taehyungie, I tried fixing it. I tried to be the one to reach out. He sat there and lied to my face, he was so cold and empty. What did I do? Why is he shutting me out?” Jimin starts talking a mile a minute.

“Jimin, breathe. I have no idea what you’re talking about, you need to calm down sweetheart,” Taehyung runs his hand up and down Jimin’s back.

“I’ll…I’ll leave you guys alone, I know this is probably private,” Jungkook stands up to walk out the door, leaving a soft kiss on top of Jimin’s head. “You know where to find me if you need anything, hyung.”

“Jungkookie…wait, you can stay. It’s time we bring you into the loop on this one,” Jimin manages to say, sharing a quick look with Taehyung.

********

Jungkook’s eyes widen as he listens to Jimin’s saga of falling in love with Yoongi. He always knew that the elder had a soft spot for Jimin, a fondness that was a bit different than what he showed to the rest of them. It never occurred to him that that could push Jimin over the edge into love. He’s always known that Jimin is gay, it’s something they spoke about in length years prior. But to love someone in the group? Someone who you can never have? Yoongi has always been staunchly straight. This is a bit of a disaster and Jungkook worries for all of them if this continues this way.

From what he gathers, ever since Yoongi’s mysterious disappearance the week prior, he’s been avoiding Jimin. Yoongi has been a bit off, but Jungkook thought he was at least still treating them all the same. Jimin went to Yoongi’s studio to talk it out and it didn’t go. Yoongi told Jimin that it’s not intentional and has nothing to do with him, Jimin is positive that the elder is lying to him. He stormed out, snapped at Yoongi, and dropped all honorifics. He tries his best to console Jimin, but he’s an absolute wreck.

Jungkook and Yoongi have their own special connection, he decides that he’ll approach Yoongi about this and try to get to the bottom of it. Gently. Yoongi will either lose his temper or will confide in Jungkook. He’s hoping for the latter.

Eventually Jungkook and Taehyung get Jimin calmed down and settled between them in bed as they put on something funny to distract their distraught friend. All three are holding hands and relaxing when something occurs to Jungkook. Something that makes the hair on his arms stand on end.

Taehyung said that this issue was private because him and Jimin are going through something similar. Does Taehyung have feelings for someone? A man? Someone in the group? Someone unattainable? Who would be unattainable to someone as ethereal as Kim Taehyung? Most importantly…why is it something Tae feels he has to hide from Jungkook?

[nowherecarlos]

Gonna be honest, aside from the clothes the new blackpink video is a no no.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Hhhhoh my god I need to get hobbies that other people actually appreciate

[nctsworld]

meet me at the borderline

☆ jaehyun x reader | dance au | enemies to lovers | smut | 4k   

→ summary: although you and jaehyun are rival dance team captains, you two end up talking with your bodies in the dance studio one evening. → warnings: smut, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), table sex, mirror sex, some praise kink, swearing, some angst → rating: explicit → notes: part of a longer fic that i yearn to write one day, but until then… this is what y’all will receive 

→ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

It’s 8pm on a Friday night at the university’s main dance studio. Everyone on campus is either attending frat parties, at the clubs downtown, or at home, so you’re taken aback when you walk in and are greeted by the one and only Jung Jaehyun. 

He immediately stops dancing and hurries over to his phone on the floor to turn off the music playing. The panting dancer holds your gaze through the wall-sized mirror and takes off his cap for a moment to wipe his sweat away before putting it back on. 

“I was here first,” he states firmly with a squint of his eyes, anticipating for you to leave, but Jaehyun knows to expect less of you. With your backpack slung over your shoulder, you stride into the room, hearing the door click behind you, and cross your arms with a shrug. 

“Did you book the studio for tonight?” 

He tenses, “No, I didn’t, but—” 

“If you don’t have another excuse for me to go, don’t be such a baby and I’ll make sure to stay out of your way.” 

The dance captain eyes you sauntering towards the back corner of the room, setting your backpack down. As you sit on the floor and begin to change shoes, he appears in front of you.

“Look, I’m trying to practice the set for the competition. I hate to be a dick—”

“No, you don’t; you love being a dick.” With a bitter, wide smile, you look up at him, still putting on your sneakers.

Jaehyun glances up for a second, as if in deep thoughts, with pressed lips. He then raises an eyebrow and nods his head side to side. 

“Perhaps, but anyway, I didn’t bring my headphones today and we shouldn’t even be seeing each other’s choreo before the show—” 

“Well, good news,” you stand up and begin to tie up your hair. “Unlike you, I brought headphones, so you can practice in peace. Oh, and I hate the sight of you and your flat ass, so I won’t even look at you dancing. We good?” 

You fold your arms once more. From one captain to another, you hold his stare, not wanting to back down from this mere fight. All you want is to get in some practice before the weekend with a proper mirror, is that too much to ask for? 

It takes some time, but the opposition yields to you, tilting his head to the floor and grumbles under his breath. As he walks back to his side of the room, you’re surprised he backed down so easily without a snarky response. Maybe Friday nights were his off days too.   

“At least I have an ass,” Jaehyun’s holler echoes against the walls. 

Ah, you spoke too soon. Placing your headphones over your ears to drown out your surroundings, you start your usual warm-up. Shortly, both of you dive into your separate worlds of melodies and movement. 

About half an hour later, you’re sitting cross-legged on the floor for a water break and set your headphones aside. You take a sip from your bottle and go against your word from before, indulging in a glance at the other dancer in the room.

Even though Jaehyun is an ass (and lacks one),—and you’d never tell the following to his face—he’s still a pretty sight to see, especially when his shirt occasionally rides up to flash his abs. 

When he catches on that you’re taking a longer break than usual, he pauses his music.  

“Were you practicing your set too or were you freestyling?”

Caught off-guard by his conversational piece, you squint at him coming closer to you. You could answer honestly, but opt to hold your ground against his seemingly innocent question. 

“Why do you care?”

He scoffs, “Cause your footwork’s a mess, like always, and if you, as a captain, dance like that for your piece, I can’t imagine what your whole team looks like.” 

Your nose twitches prior to the clenching of your jaw. You’re fully aware of your weak points when dancing, as most dancers are, but to have the audacity to bring it up unprovoked? You slam your water bottle against the floor, the echo reaching all ends of the room, then stand to match his stance. 

“Well, you’re one to talk.” You stomp your way over, closing the empty space in between, and are now only a few steps away from him. “You’re tense with all your upper body movements. You’re like a hard stick from the hip up. It’s like you have no control over your core—”

“Whoa, hold on,” he holds a palm up and rushes to lift his shirt up. “Look at my abs and tell me I don’t have a good core.”

You’re definitely looking, a little longer than you should because you’re finally getting a close-up glimpse of his abs, and they’re the type that you could wash clothes off of. But it’s not like you haven’t seen abs in your life nor do you want to stroke his ego, so you maintain your demeanor and roll your eyes. 

“I didn’t say that. I said you have no control over your core.”

Jaehyun lets out a huff. You can’t detect it, but it’s laced with a tinge of disappointment over how unfazed you are. He frees his shirt and jogs over to his phone. A few scrolls later, he finally blasts music that you’re fairly certain isn’t part of his dance team’s set for the competition (you may have also gone against your other word and listened to what he was practicing to, but only for a little bit). 

“Fine, I’ll show you.” 

At this point, you’re amused because never in a million years you’d expect Jaehyun freestyling in a room alone with you. He starts off by feeling the sharp beats and flowing rhythm of the music and when he has a handle on it, he makes a deliberate effort to add body rolls, chest pops, and more in his freestyling to lay out his case. 

While taking mental notes, out of habit, you’re grooving along with him too with modest rolls, head nodding, and taps of your feet. He can tell you’re holding back, but Jaehyun smiles, basking in how you seem to be enjoying this from the smile reflected on your face as well. 

When he stops, he cocks an eyebrow at you, awaiting for your new verdict.

“Maybe you’re not as bad as you were before.”   

He grins, hard enough that his dimples show, and you dig a hole to hide away the underlying flutters of your heart. 

Still an asshole, but a cute asshole.  

“Now, show me what you got, Captain,” Jaehyun crosses his arms with a nod.  

You’re shaking your head, not wanting to be judged by Jaehyun any further.  

“Unless... you’re scared that I’m right about how shitty your footwork is?”  

If there’s anything stronger than the fear of judgement, it’s the power of spite. 

The song’s already onto the next, but the melody flows easily through you. Similar to Jaehyun, you place emphasis on your footwork, being conscious of switching your weight between the balls and heels of your feet and slowing your moves in order to be more sharp, more clean, but all the while purposefully hitting the beats and giving meaning to the moves. 

Your body’s out of control, owning all the floor space around you. When your body leads you to end up in front of Jaehyun, you snag the hat off his head and put it on. While you stick your tongue out in response, he’s laughing, thinking how you look better with it on than him, and he realizes how he’s never seen you in this element. 

“My footwork still shitty?” you ask, still dancing. 

“There’s room for improvement,” Jaehyun breaks his fixed stance, now beginning to dance along with you. “But you’re not that bad either.” 

Soon enough, you two are entangled in an unspoken dance battle, trying to one up the other with harder, stronger, better movements than the opponent. The moment Jaehyun drops his breakdancing skills, you bite back with your own strengths—fierce, sensual motions and dare to invade his personal space, in hopes he becomes flustered. 

And he does, because he freezes at the sight of your bent ass, which is practically against his hips, and how your fingertips ghost the floor, then you shoot straight up and roll into his body. You lean your head back onto his shoulder, glancing up at him with shallow breaths, restless from the ongoing battle. 

“Care to beat that?” you whisper, suddenly aware of your hands tugging the fabric of his track pants over his thighs. Your chest heaves, and Jaehyun’s drawn to the view in his proximity. 

Despite his crude ogles, he’s super conscious of ensuring that his hands are not touching you, fearing he’s reading the situation wrong, that perhaps this was only due to the adrenaline and anger you’ve both pented up over time. It’s not as if you’d ever want him, even if he was the last man on Earth.

Although you can’t read his mind, Jaehyun’s absolutely right. 

So why do you inch closer to his face?

Time slows as he begins to meet you halfway. Both of you are breathing in sync, hearts beating almost as one. You turn to grasp the crook of his neck, while he steadies you by your waist.  

However, when your lips crash into his, time speeds up and it feels like it’s slipping away. All your movements are rushed as if it’s the last thing you’ll ever do. The kissing—open-mouthed, hungry, and needy—doesn’t falter anytime soon. 

When you drop your touch from his neck, he runs his hands through your hair before caressing your cheek, deepening the kiss with more pressure. You’re sighing, humming into each kiss, and as Jaehyun pulls away to kiss your neck, you’re melting, knees feeling weak amidst your soft moans and eye rolls. 

Not wanting to actually melt in front of him, you tug at his shirt in between kisses, prompting him to follow you towards a small table on one side of the room. Once you’re there, you sit atop the table and continue kissing Jaehyun, who’s standing in between your spread legs. The handsome figure reverts back to kissing your neck, but this time feels adventurous, letting his hand snake under your t-shirt and grasp the side of your stomach. He embraces the smoothness of your bare skin, adores how you feel with every contact.   

There’s not much thinking happening, just lust coursing through each of your bodies. The lust distorts you so much, you don’t hesitate to take off your shirt and toss it to the floor. Jaehyun takes in your beauty for a brief second, before he follows suit and takes his shirt off too. His mouth captures yours again, while his hand kneads your ass and tugs you closer to his hips. 

Throughout his kisses that span all over your body, your hands roam and grip the entirety of his toned upper body. Almost instantly, you feel what you can only assume is his growing hard-on pressed against your core, causing you to moan.

“Can I finger you?” Jaehyun asks the filthy question with a certain air of courtesy, leaning his perspired forehead against yours. You nod fervently and squeak a simple, “Yes.” 

As you stand to get rid of your shoes and to wiggle your panties and leggings off, you notice Jaehyun laying the t-shirt he was wearing on the spot where you sat. He answers the confusion plastered on your face. 

“These tables are used for everything in this building; you never know what could be on them.” 

Today truly marks a day where you’ve never seen this many sides of Jaehyun before, but you don’t let yourself dissect the moment for too long. Since you still have your sports bra on, you opt to strip it off too, and jump back onto the table.  

Because you’re completely naked in front of him, Jaehyun takes more of his sweet time to bask in the sight in front of him, unsure if he’ll ever see you like this again. 

“Are you gonna keep staring,” you cusp his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes. “Or are you going to finger me?” 

“I’ll do what I want when I want to,” he seethes along with your name. Without warning, his fingers hover under your exposed warmth, making you gasp. 

Jaehyun chuckles deeply, “You’re dripping wet for me and I haven’t even put my fingers in yet.”

His fingers continue to painfully tease you, rubbing long, horizontal lines back and forth across your folds.

You bite your lip, fuming, “Jaehyun, stop teasing and put them in already,” 

“Tell me I’m a good dancer.”

You sigh a half-chuckle and roll your eyes prior to muttering, “Fuck you.” 

The tease dips his fingers just slightly into your sex, then pulls out right away. And again, and again. You’re getting more frustrated by the second, pouting with piercing eyes. Jaehyun always liked it when he had an upper hand on you during arguments, but he likes it even more like this.

“Tell me I’m a good dancer, and I’ll put them in.” 

“Fine,” you scowl. “You’re a good dancer, but you know that alre—fuck.” 

He plunges two digits deep into you, and your walls clench in gratification. 

“You’re right. I know I am, I just wanted to hear you say it.” 

You want to kiss the smirk off his face, but instead, you’re leaning your head back and gripping the edge of the table, reveling in the sensation of his fingers filling you. The music from his phone may be still playing, but all Jaehyun can focus on are your heaven sent moans and the way your body writhes, all due to him. 

With his free hand, he trails his nails lightly down the spine of your back, making your sex pulse around his fingers even more. He palms the middle of your back as he begins to plant kisses on your clavicle, down your chest, then on one of your nipples. The label of a tease sticks with him. He dabs his tongue lightly here and there, barely traces a circle around your tip. 

When he decides you’ve had enough, he puckers his lips tight and his cheeks become sunken. And when he’s not sucking, his tongue flicks as hard as the suctions, like strobing lights. You react in a frenzy, hands reaching towards his hair, to stuff and tug them between your fingers.  

“Oh, God, Jaehyun...”

When Jaehyun takes your other breast into his mouth, your moans tether further as he also increases his fingering pace, causing you to grip onto his hair harder. You fear that it might be too rough, but then again, he deserves a little pain for all the fights you’ve had.  

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growls, still with your nub surrounded by his teeth. He maintains his rhythm, enthralled with the obscene sounds of your pussy taking his fingers. 

Feeling a little conscious, reasoning that his hand must be drenched with your juices, you stutter, “S-sorry.” 

“No,” he pulls away from your mound, shakes his head, and pulls his hand from your back to caress your neck tenderly. “It’s fucking hot.” 

Jaehyun kisses you with intensity, the speed of his wrist never relenting. You can’t even properly kiss him back because the pleasure is overwhelming, so much that if moans were a shade of paint, yours would be splattered all over the studio’s walls. You reach your peak with cries of his name, your honey glistening over his fingers. 

After he pulls them out and you’re coming down from your high, he runs over to his backpack and rummages through it. Your eyes flicker, noticing the little silver package in hand. Jaehyun wastes no time in coming back to your side. He places the condom next to you on the table and strips off his clothes in record time. 

Before he has a chance to open the condom, you jump off the table to grasp onto his wrist, gesturing for him to lean his backside against the table. He’s in awe as you drop to your knees in front of him.  

You stroke his hardened length, admiring his size, but waste no time in tasting him to avoid Jaehyun’s potential banter about how big he is. However, he’s not even in the right mindset to do so; he’s in a trance, stuck on everything you’re doing. 

Subconsciously or not, everything’s a competition with you two, so you showcase what you’re capable of doing with your tongue. Like him, you begin to be a painful tease, only giving small kitten licks on his cock. Then the next laps of your tongue are broad, but gradual.  

Wanting to see everything you’re doing, he holds your messy hair in a makeshift ponytail since the hair tie you had on must have flown off during the former scenes. Jaehyun grunts sharply as you ease him into your mouth, the warmth welcoming and encircling him wholly. After you bob and swirl your tongue concurrently, giving him a sneak peek of what you’re able to do, you stroke him lackadaisically and meet his eyes.  

“Now, you tell me I’m a good dancer,” you command.  

A brief chuckle escapes from above, “I don’t think you’re in the same position to ask me of that.” 

You challenge his words by taking his possession within your mouth once more. Holding him by the base to cover the area your mouth can’t, you jerk your head fast. With each bob and each swipe, more and more of your saliva covers Jaehyun’s desire. The slurps are so loud, so lewd. His face trembles and his grip tightens on your hair, the pleasure rising within him sooner than expected. 

“Okay, okay. You’re a great dancer—fuck, fuck. Slow down. I don’t want to come just yet.”  

You pull away, an extended line of your spit mixed with his precome draws out from your lips. Perking an eyebrow with a smolder, you light up your wrist rapidly. “Do you mean it?” 

He’s breaking apart from your actions, baring his teeth and grimacing. “Yes, yes. I fucking mean it.” 

With a smirk, you immediately drop him from your hand. He drags you upward into a mad kiss, in retaliation for the edging. Breaking apart from one another, you hurry to your original spot on the table. Jaehyun eases the rubber onto his cock and tugs you by your hips, having your ass laid on the very end of the table. 

He raises your legs up, to be partially extended in the air and engulfed around his body. You have one elbow perched on the table and one hand on Jaehyun’s shoulder. Jaehyun stabilizes you by having a grip on the fold behind your knee and hustles to line his possession up with your sex. The moment it is, his hand meets your waist and he inserts himself fully into you. 

Your back arches from his girth hitting you. Both of your moans expel, mingling with each other. He thrusts experimentally, testing the waters to see how you like it. Determined, deep thrusts. Shallow, swift thrusts. A mix of both. 

It didn’t matter, because you cry in ecstasy either way.   

Being aware of the music still playing from his phone, he wonders if he can plunge into you to match the beat. The current song was electronic and bass-heavy, making it difficult for him to truly match it, but your broken whimpers and name-calling don’t object to the fast thrill. 

God, he can feel the way your pussy contracts against his inches. 

“You know,” he pants heavily. “If I didn’t have good core control, I wouldn’t be able to do this.” 

It takes a bit of effort to come up with a response. All you muster up is, “N-not necessarily,” before you lapse into your elation. 

As you emit your endless moans, you spot your reflection in the wall-sized mirror. The sides of your bodies are parallel to it, and your eyes can’t tear away from the spectacle of you getting fucked by Jaehyun from another angle. It’s unbelievable how fit he is, but you see every flexed muscle and tendon in the mirror—from his neck to his ankles. 

“Do you like watching me fuck you?” 

His gaze confronts yours in the mirror, and you whimper with barely a bounce of your head.  

Jaehyun’s thinking about how beautiful you are, but he holds his tongue back. Rather, he grasps the nape of your neck, pulling you in for another kiss, except the kisses are hardly materialized because your lips are constantly parted. Your hot breath fans against his face and he’s attentive to how close you are to him. Not just physically, but beyond that too. He can’t explain it, but it’s as if you’re under his skin. 

He knows this will inevitably end, it has to, but he also knows he’ll want you again.  

Jaehyun’s officially hooked—to your taste, to your scent, to your air, to your everything.  

And he’s not the only one who feels that way too.  

You inform Jaehyun that you’re nearing again, and he readies himself for his own little death too. Once you disintegrate, he kisses you for the last time, followed by spurts of his seed, releasing himself into the condom.  

The two of you are heaving, sticky messes. Regardless, both of you hold onto each other for a little bit longer. Eventually, you must withdraw and you do.   

The tension in the room seems to shift as you both begin to catch your breath, like everything that just happened was a dream. You don’t regret it, neither of you do, but reality blankets over. You’re the first to reach for your clothes and begin to put them back on. Jaehyun peels off the condom and follows your footsteps. 

“This stays between us,” you express from afar, averting his eyes.  

“And it’s only a one-time thing,” Jaehyun adds, but is immediately unsure if he should’ve said that.

“Exactly, it’s like you read my mind.” 

Your chest clenches for a beat as the words come out of your mouth. You shake your head, trying not to think about it.  

“Are you going to stay in the studio a bit longer?” 

Reading his question as a simple inquiry, you don’t pick up the hopefulness in his tone nor do you see the look in his eyes.  

“No, no. You can finally get the studio to yourself. I’ve had enough practice for the night.”

Already dressed, you hurry to grab all your gear and stuff it into your backpack, prepared to leave. You’re practically out the door in an instant as you mumble your good-bye.

“I’ll see you around, Jaehyun.” 

While you’re walking home, Jaehyun’s still sitting on the floor of the dance studio with his hat in his hand, remembering the way you looked with it on.

At the same moment, you’re both trying your best to stop thinking about the other. 

Keeping this a secret between the two of you, you could do. If your team knew what went down, the best case scenario would be that you lose captaincy. The worst case was that you wouldn’t be a part of your team anymore. However, in either case, your best friends, who were also on the team, would likely question your loyalty and dedication, wondering why you’d ever do such a thing in the first place. The same applied to Jaehyun. 

Seeing Jaehyun again was inevitable. Your teams often collided during practice hours and sometimes fought for the studio. Although it’d be awkward, it’d be manageable. At least, you hope it would be. 

But the only thing neither of you could truly promise, nor did you two desire, was keeping this as a one-time thing, especially now, when you’ve had a taste of each other and yearned for more. 

One more month until the competition. 

What more could possibly happen between you and Jaehyun until then? 

[mostlycompetentwriter]

Chan Request!!

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Chan

Warnings: Language and Mature Content (Not really smut since the request didn’t seem to ask for it)

Genre: Idol AU

Request:

A/N: lots of people seemed interested in this one so...

When you woke-up that morning, you immediately reached out to the left on instinct, expecting contact with another sleeping form. It was your first sign that something was wrong, fingers ghosting through empty air, and you peeled your eyes open to confirm that Chan was already gone.

You grimaced at the faint flicker of irritation in the pit of your stomach because this was the third morning in a row in which Chan had left with no prior warning. The pattern was getting old.

Did he think you wouldn’t notice?

Of course you were bound to notice. Chan was supposed to be your partner. That invited a level of trust and transparency that simply couldn’t excuse these continued absences when you needed him. 

It didn’t used to be this way, especially at the beginning of your relationship. For the longest time, you had both tried to hide it from the rest of the group, especially knowing that your manager’s would disapprove, but it was hard to lie when Seungmin accidentally walked in on you and Chan with the latter’s cock down your throat.

Still, the honeymoon phase of your relationship lasted for a long time, and even when you had problems along the way, you and Chan always managed to work things out. 

It was the best part of your deep connection, but recognizing how distant he had grown lately made you reconsider everything. There was a point when you could hardly leave your bed without Chan finding a way to initiate something like getting each other off or managing a quickie with Chan’s hand placed over your mouth to keep your moans to a minimum. 

Frowning, you forced yourself to leave the lingering warmth of your bed sheets, squeezing your legs into skin-tight jeans, abandoned on the floor from when you had quickly thrown off your clothes before going to sleep last night.

It was another unpleasant reminder of Chan because after waiting hours for Chan to come home, you figured he had decided to spend the night at the studio. But you were vastly mistaken when he slunk into your room at around 4:00 in the morning, whispering a greeting to you after sliding under the sheets. You had slept more soundly once his arm was around your waist, deluding yourself into believing that you could forgive him for staying out so late.

Especially since Chan worked so hard to produce the songs that decorated your group’s track listings, and with the album deadline approaching for the end of the month, he was practically working himself into the ground, 

There was also very little time in his overcrowded schedule left for you, and that certainly didn’t bode well for how much you longed for Chan between your legs....

“Y/N! Breakfast is ready!”

“Coming,” you shouted back at the door, annoyed that someone had interrupted your daydream fantasies.

Especially since it was the closest you had been to Chan in weeks.

It was probably Jisung’s interruption since he insisted on being the annoying little brother you could rarely escape, but it wasn’t his fault that you were in such a bad mood. 

“Good morning,” he immediately chirped when you opened the door, gaze bright with mischief.

You grumbled a greeting in return to your bandmate. “Why are you on the girl’s side of the dorm?”

Jisung scoffed. “Oh, so Chan can have all the access he wants, but I’m the one scolded for just saying hello?”

You rolled your eyes at his tone. “Whatever. Who cooked this morning?”

“Felix did,” Jisung replied, and you perked up a bit knowing that one of your youngest group mates had taken the time to flex his impressive cooking skills - it had to be better than Changbin’s attempt at frying eggs.

“Let’s go,” you said, dragging a petulant Jisung behind you as you both sauntered down the staircase together, joining the others in the part of the house where everything opened up into the common area.

Your managers didn’t mind so much when you were all together in the shared space of the living room and kitchen, but that certainly didn’t stop unmitigated romps between your male and female colleagues.

Your group was a rarity in the music world: comprised of twelve members, including eight of the boys and three of your closest girl pals who had all agreed to audition with you on an unforgettable summer afternoon. 

The fact that you were all accepted into the same company, under the same group name, was even more of a blessing in disguise. You could always rely on them whenever you needed advice, and you had steadily grown closer to the rest of the guys over the years.

Next month marked your fifth-year anniversary (it concurred with your 1st-year anniversary with Chan), and your group was planning to release an album to celebrate, including some previously unreleased gems that Chan had kept hidden on his computer’s hard drive.

Everyone was excited, but the tension of trying to be the best and accomplish everything on time was always weighing heavily on all of your group mates’ shoulders.

Chan was, of course, taking it worst of all, and you were seething beneath the surface when you spotted him at the table sitting between Changbin and Hyunjin, eating breakfast with his eyes glued to his phone screen.

Why didn’t Chan ask you to come to breakfast with him?

“Y/N’s here,” Jisung announced, abandoning your side for his usual spot between Lisa and Sana.

Several of your group members mumbled greetings, but you were disappointed to discover that Chan hadn’t even looked up from his phone.

“Thanks, Felix,” you whispered when you sat down next to the blonde-haired singer, immediately peeling into the croissant that he served you.

“Is everyone coming to the studio later?” Minho asked, summoning your attention. “We need to go over the choreo one more time.”

Your muscles screamed in protest, but you reluctantly nodded your head. Meanwhile, Jisung let out an exaggerated groan at the thought of another six-hour practice.

“You need it the most,” Minho teased him, and you smiled at the good-natured jab between the two.

At the same time, you watched as Chan rose from his seat, depositing his plate into the sink. You rose to meet him halfway to the door where he stuffed his arms into the sleeves of his leather jacket.

“Chan, do you have plans tonight?” you sheepishly inquired, wincing when you realized how ridiculous it was for you to walk on eggshells around your boyfriend and group mate.

“Busy,” he grumbled, and he didn’t even bother to look in your direction on his way out the door.

Later on at practice, there was an obscene amount of sweat in places where it shouldn’t be, and you were just about tired of Chan’s constant criticism.

For the entirety of your dance practice, Chan had taken every opportunity to berate your group members for even the most minor of mistakes, including your own. 

“Y/N!” Chan barked, and you flinched at his harsh tone, sucking in deep breaths to satiate your demanding lungs. “We’ve been practicing this for weeks!”

It was the fifth time that he had stopped the song at the introduction of the chorus - the part where you were supposed to do a backflip into frame. 

Apparently, Chan thought that your form was sloppy, and you bit your tongue to snap back at him. Obviously, he couldn’t seem to comprehend that you were hurting, and he was forcing everyone to endure hour after hour of constant movement. 

“Get your head on straight!” Chan insisted, and for some peculiar reason, it wasn’t anger or frustration with Chan that had you pausing.

It was a far more heart-wrenching combination:

Sadness.

Bitterness.

Shame.

They bombarded you all at once, and you barely managed to swallow back the onset of tears before you were storming out of the practice room, ignoring Chan’s calls of your name.

It was instinctual for you to find refuge in the empty studio rooms on the top floor of your company building - where most people tended to avoid.

You could always find solace in the quiet between four walls, pressing down against the keys of the electric keyboard attached to the big, fancy computer monitor.

The same tedious note played over and over again, but it seemed like the perfect metaphor for your life at that moment.

Especially your relationship with Chan.

But the silence was never permanent, and you used the sleeve of your jacket to wipe away the fresh evidence of tears when you heard the door to the studio room opening.

You immediately turned around, heart-sinking in your chest when you realized that it was Changbin instead of Chan.

“Hey, Binnie,” you said, feeling his gaze on you as he entered the empty studio room.

“What happened earlier?” he asked, always blunt and straight to the point as he drug a chair closer to where you sat.

“Just frustration,” you said.

“With yourself?” Changbin asked, but his tone left much to be imagined, and you grinned at his astuteness.

“With Chan too.”

“Yeah,” Changbin nodded - like it made perfect sense. “I can tell.”

“He’s been preoccupied with the album,” you said. “I get that it’s more important than me.”

“Hey!” Changbin protested. “You know that’s not true.”

His soft and sympathetic tone almost made you start crying afresh. “He doesn’t have time for me anymore.”

Changbin was quiet, studying you intently. “Chan gets wrapped up in what he’s doing too easily. It’s like this zone for him, and nothing else is allowed in that zone except for music and lyrics.”

“So, there’s no space for me?”

“I think there should be,” Changbin countered. “And you need to tell him that.”

You sighed at the thought of confronting Chan after everything that had happened earlier. “I don’t know...”

“Be honest with him, Y/N,” Changbin said, and he reached out to squeeze your hand in reassurance. “Everyone knows that Chan loves you more than anything.”

“He has a funny way of showing it,” you scoffed.

“So tell him that,” Changbin said - like it could be so simple.

Or....maybe it was?

That night, you knocked on Chan’s bedroom door twice before entering at his gentle inquiry.

“Hey,” you said, hesitating in the doorway.

“Y/N,” Chan said, and you were surprised to see him close the laptop screen, patting the empty spot next to you on the mattress. “Come here.”

You swallowed hard, forcing your feet into gear as they brought you to his bedside. “I didn’t want to bother you-”

“You’re not,” Chan said, and his gaze was chastened as he sighed. “Changbin talked to me earlier...”

“Of course he did,” you grumbled, planting yourself next to him.

“Yeah...” Chan trailed off again. “I guess I owe you an apology.”

You frowned. “For what exactly? Seems like I’m the one who got in the way. Guess you haven’t really needed me these past few weeks.”

“Are you kidding, Y/N?” Chan frowned, leaning up to kiss you suddenly and unexpectedly. “Of course I always need you.”

You could barely contain your smile, pulling apart to sigh happily at his reassurance. “It’s just...I know we have the album, but I thought we could still do the little things like we used to.”

Chan nodded, gaze contemplative. “I’ve been ignoring you without even realizing it.”

You allowed your eyes to fall. “And in practice today...”

“That was uncalled for,” Chan interrupted. “I should’ve never raised my voice. The stress I’m feeling shouldn’t punish everyone else...especially you.”

His tone was earnest, and you could feel your shoulders dropping with every word. “Changbin was the one who said I should talk to you.”

“He was right,” Chan said, leaning in closer again. “You can always come to me, yeah?”

“I really didn’t feel like I could,” you admitted.

“Then that’s my fault,” Chan said. “It’s something I need to work on cuz’ we’re in this together, Y/N.

He smiled then. “You aren’t getting rid of me anytime soon.”

You giggled at his teasing. “I can’t help it that I like you so much.”

“The feeling’s mutual,” Chan whispered, eyelids drooping when he watched you move your hand against his thigh, coming to rest at the interesting outline at the front of his sweatpants.

“I’ve also really needed you.”

“Are you gonna put me in my place, love?” Chan asked, and you hated the arrogant smirk taunting you just as much as your shameless act of groping his cock through the front of his pants.

“Yeah,” you grinned. “I can do that for you.”

It took less than a second for Chan to roll over top of you, grinning in a self-satisfied way as he slowly pulled your shorts and panties down your thighs. 

You watched him with a contented groan as he threw them into the floor, parting your thighs to make room for him. Closing your eyes at the first swipe of his tongue against your slit, searching for a familiar mess of curls through a narrowed line. “I’ll make it all better, love,” Chan promised, and your fingers shot out to find purchase against his strong shoulders, arching your back at the promise of a night you couldn’t possibly forget.

[pen1ag0n]

ptg is a successful group, ptg are flops. ptg has a stable fanbase, ptg has no fans. ptg fans are old so they don't stream or care, ptg fans are employed hags that have money to buy even the strangest merch. all ptg fans are insufferable and bitter, ptg fans are nice and respectable. ptg members are all talented yet overlooked, all those ptg dudes are overrated. ptg sales are bad cube is losing money, ptg has stable numbers that improve with every comeback. ptg discography is meh, 5 years in they still haven't found their sound, ptg has a lot of great songs, you know its a ptg song right away. ptg has great choreos that don't affect their singing, ptg has the most boring basic ass choreos bc they cant dance. ptg has one of the strongest vocal lines in their gen, ptg main vocals are hella overrated. ptg vocals all sound the same, it's all blended like a smoothie, all ptg members have district voices and it's easy to tell who is who. ptg members all look kinda average, everyone in ptg is a visual. ptg members are all funny without trying, ptg members are cringy tryhards. ptg can pull off every genre and concept, ptg is a one trick pony. ptg rappers are whatever, the rap verses are just there for no reason, rap parts in ptg songs elevate the tracks. all ptg concepts are forgettable, ptg has some of the most unique concepts. ptg haven't had one successful comeback, ptg is doing well. ptg is losing members it's affecting their sound, ptg can pull off performing full group songs even without half of the members. no one does it like ptg, ptg doesn't stand out. ptg is special and unique, ptg is dime in a dozen type of group. ptg is always keeping it interesting, ptg is a middle-of-the-road group. ptg is about to disband, ptg still has a lot to show

[lucyjay]

Wrote this while waiting for my flight to depart. It’s also my second ever one shot, so excuse my possibly horrible writing. Peace.

Warnings: sexual content, unprotected sex (stay safe fellahs), touching, fingering, swearing, mentions of alcohol consumption, crying, slight self image issues, fb2lovers

Love me - Christopher Bang/Bang Chan (SKZ)

Too bitter.You whisper to yourself after tasting the almost black tea you made in an effort to calm your nerves. Since the performance finished, you haven’t stopped thinking about Chris. You pray he won’t start blaming himself for messing up two steps from the choreo, but you know he will.

You’re not supposed to care about Chris in this depth, but you do. Your “relationship” started a few months ago, when you two locked eyes at a photography exhibition of a mutual friend and you clicked straight away. You knew you couldn’t be together; him being an idol and you trying to make a name for yourself after landing your dream job as a prosecutor. His world just didn’t allow the ‘gf/bf’ kinda thing and you didn’t want to push. You were just fuck bodies, there for each other when you needed to get off even have a talk sometimes, but that’s where you drew the line. Were you in love with him? Hell yes. How could you not be? But after weeks of overthinking about it, you concluded to not say anything to him because that would break rule 4 and consequently your ’relationship’. My heart is still safe, you thought to yourself, sipping your now sugar busted tea. ‘Ew, too sweet’, you give up placing the mug in the sink.

You were about to make your way back in the living room, when you heard a knock on your door. It wasn’t too late, but you weren’t expecting anyone. You curse at yourself for not insisting on having a peephole, but your landlord woulnd’t bother replacing your door with a new one. The moment you open it, your eyes land on Chris’s face. His eyes watery, his chest moving up and down as if he was running, smudged eye make up and messy hair. He is not ok.

“Chris, wha-..”, you dont manage to finish your sentence when you feel his strong hands cupping your cheeks and his lips on yours. He steps inside your flat, shutting the door closed with his leg, never breaking the kiss. His body is towering over yours even though you’re almost the same height, but he feels so needy, so intense. You place your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss, your tongue now exploring the inside of his mouth. He moans into the kiss before parting his soft lips from yours to take a breath.

“I need you”, his voice is a whisper. Only now you can smell the soju in his breath. Not too much, but he certainly has had a couple drinks.

“What’s wrong Chris?Tell me”, your left hand now stroking his cheek, your eyes searching his honey brown ones trying to find a hint, anything that will explain his current state.

“I’m not ok, Y/N, I’m sad and stressed and i do everything wrong, I can’t focus and I’m scared, I’m scared that if i keep being like this I will end up like before...I-I can’t, I can’t do this..”, his voice fades as he bursts into tears, resting his head in the small of your neck. You have no idea where this is coming from, you have no idea what to do or how to handle him being like this but you know that you can’t stand seeing him in this way. You curse at yourself for not allowing both of you to have deeper conversations, to get to know each other better. Had you done so, you would probably understand better what he is talking about.

You pat his back and slowly caress his hair with your left hand. You can feel him calming down as he tries to wipe a few tears off of his face. You look at his beautiful eyes and sigh.

“If it’s about the mistake you made at the performance, it was nothing. You were so good, no one would care-..”, he shakes his head nodding you to stop.

“Don’t. Don’t give me the same bullshit excuses everyone does. I am not good enough. I fuck up everything. I act like I have everything under control but I don’t”. His gaze is strong, never leaving your face and you can see the hurt in his features.

“What can I do? I can’t stand seeing you like this, tell me what I can do”, tears pooling in your eyes now. His face relaxes and he gives you a weak smile.

“I don’t want sex. I want love. I want to feel you. Please”. His hands are one back on the side of your cheek and one lifting you up motioning you to jump and hug his waist with your legs. You do so and he starts walking the two of you towards your room.

He walks in and after a couple steps you feel your back touching your soft mattress. He stares down at you, his eyes red from all the crying and slowly takes off his shirt. Then his trousers and underwear follow and you feel your cheeks being painted a light shade of pink as if it’s the first time you see him naked. He is so gorgeous, how could you ever get used to this?

In complete silence he reaches out to remove your sweatpants and underwear at once. You lift you lower half to help him do so and you grab your shirt, taking it off, leaving your body completely naked under his gaze. He stares at you as if you’re the first woman he has ever seen naked in real life.

“Beautiful”, he mumbles and lays his body on top of yours between your legs, connecting your lips. The kiss is slow but he deepens it straight away, demanding access with his tongue which you gladly grant him. His left hand is resting on your face, stroking your cheek and the other is making its way to your lower stomach. You sigh and moan into the kiss.

“Chris, how do you want me?”, you managed to get out. Your meetings with Chris were mostly about sex and he rarely had enough time, so asking him how he wanted you or him asking you how you wanted him, saved you time.

“I said I don’t want sex. I just want you. Love me”, he whispers and you can feel his sweet breath on your face while his skilful hand reaches your lower lips, slowly spreading the wetness to your clit and all the way around it. Your breath is stuck in your throat and your brain doesn’t know where to focus first. On what he is doing to you or the fact that he asked you to love him?

“Ch-Chris I...I can’t”, his enters one finger inside your heat while softly leaving kisses across your jaw line all the way up to your cheeks. “If we do this, I can’t go back. if I let go, we won’t be able to go back to what we had”, you whine trying to hold back the tears that are threatening to leave your eyes. His stare meets yours and he leaves a quick kiss on your lips.

“I don’t want us to go back. I want you to love me Y/N. Like I love you.” he kisses you again and you swear your soul is about to leave your body. “I want you to show me that you love me. And take care of me” he enters a second and third finger in you and you can’t help but moan out his name. “I want you to be mine and I want to be yours.” his thumb reaching up to dance in circles around your clit which sends you into overdrive. You can’t think and no words can leave your mouth as you feel the knot tightening in your lower stomach. You pull him down closer to your face connecting your lips in a hungry, needy kiss.

“God, I’m yours Chris, all yours”. You feel his hand ease its movement and you automatically open your eyes to look at him realising just now that you had them closed shut all this time.

“I want to feel you cuming around me”, he says and moves slightly to the right to grab a condom from your nightstand. You grab his arm and turn his attention back to you.

“No”, it sounds more like a soft command and you can tell he loves it. He kisses you again while aligning his dick with your entrance. Your entire body is moving up to meet his. He is like a magnet, how could you have not fallen for this man?

He slowly enters you and you can feel every inch of him stretching you out oh so beautifully. You close your eyes and feel his lips landing on the side of your neck leaving soft pecks and bites.

“So wet. So soft. So nice”, he mumbles and the moment you hear his voice the knot in your stomach makes its appearance once again. You try to follow his soft movements but it’s all too much. He barely moves, his thrusts deep but at the same time slow and soft, but it’s the feelings dancing through your body doing all the work. He is everywhere. You can feel him inside you, in your head, in your heart. Everywhere.

“I love you”, he says softly in your ear and a hard thrust follows his statement.

“I love everything about you”, he continues and you forget your own name.

“I love you Chris. Please, oh my god, I love you”, your voice comes out so weak but you don’t care. You can feel him smiling on your neck and he quickens his pace. You start seeing stars moaning his name again and again like a chorus.

“That’s it baby. Look at me”. He caresses your cheek, his eyes never leaving yours. “ Let go baby, I’ve got you”. His last statement drives you over the edge. You start clenching around him and you have no idea how you manage to let any words out but you have to have him cuming with you.

“Inside Chris, p-please I wanna feel you. Cum inside”. As if you turned a switch in him, with a final deep thrust that makes your orgasm last longer than any orgasm you’ve ever had before, he spills inside you again and again and you feel him all the way up into your stomach. You moan out his name a final time and then feel his body collapsing on yours, your heavy breathing matching his while he is resting his head on the side of your neck.

“I can still feel you pulsing around me baby”. He chuckles and you turn shy all of a sudden. He moves to look at you while removing himself from your sensitive heat. You grimace at the sudden loss of fullness and warmth and he kisses the expression wrinkles formed between your eyebrows. He grabs his shirt and wipes both of you as good as he can, before bringing you a new oversized hoodie from your drawer to wear.

“I’m hungry”, you spit while he is trying to get your left arm inside the hoodie.

“Pizza?”, he cocks his head to the side waiting for your reassurance. You nod and he lifts you up carrying you all the way to the living room where he leaves you on the sofa. He then disappears back inside the bedroom and comes out in a pair of sweatpants he always keeps there just in case, and a clean t’shirt. He takes his spot next to you and grabs his phone to order when he stops.

“What?, you ask.

“You’re still working from home right?”, he turns to look at you. His random interest in your work catches you of guard.

“Ahm yes. They said it is still not safe to go back to the office so I should be working from home at least until the end of January. Why?”. His face lights up and you wish your eyes could take photos.

“Come to Australia with me for a couple weeks. I need a break and I can get a couple weeks off to go see my family. Come with. Please”, he is searching your eyes for any sort of reaction. You don’t know what to say or how to react.

“Your family?”, you repeat, this being the part that shocked you the most.

“Yes. They are cool, you don’t have to worry. No pressure. I just want to spend some time away from everything here and I want you to be with me.What do you say?”. How could you say no to him when he is looking at you like a kid waiting to open his Christmas presents. You nod before the words leave your mouth.

“Okay. I’ll come.”. He serves you the biggest smile you’ve ever seen him wearing and takes you in his arms. You startle his lap and move a few hair away from his forehead looking into his beautiful eyes. And then you remember how this happy, loving person seemed so broken and hurt just an hour ago.

“I want to get to know you better Chris. Seeing you like this before hurt me so much and I need to feel safe that I know how to help you when things get tough”, you share with him as honestly as you can.

“You helped me just fine baby”, you gives you a cheeky smile and you hit his arm.

“I’m serious. I don’t ever want to hear you saying you’re not good enough. You’re great in what you do and you’re super talented, gifted and hard working. You shine on stage and even when you make a few mistakes here and there, no one cares cause your work outshines all of them”, you say in one breath and you swear you mean each word. He looks at you with the most loving stare.

“You are the only person who has ever told me that, that doesn’t make money out of me.”, his expression turns sad and you kiss him straight away trying to keep him away from the dark place he was in just a while ago when he knocked on your door.

“Everyone loves you. I love you. You are amazing and I am hungry. Go set the table and stop with the self pity you idiot”, you try to lighten up the mood and it works as Chris quickly gets up to set the table with the biggest smile on his face.

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Mingyu Fluff

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

Thanks for the request @ajusquishy​ !!! I really hope you like it, thanks again for all the compliments on my writing! Feel free to request more! Reminder to everyone that this is a series I only do by request so if there’s one I haven’t written that you want, just request it! (Sorry this one took longer, I had long shifts at work and forgot I promised to do favors for some people)

You and Mingyu have been best friends almost your whole lives

You both met in elementary school

You were in different classes but the whole school got lunch and recess at the same time

You meet each other on the playground

And Gyu being the big puppy that he is, immediately starts whining to you about how he hasn’t made any friends in his class

And you eventually admit that you haven’t either

And then you quietly ask Mingyu if he wants to be friends

And he immediately hugs you and proclaims that he’ll love you forever

And you two have been friends ever since

You know that character trope everyone loves?

Gentle giant befriends a defensive person who’d kill anyone who so much as looks at the gentle giant the wrong way?

That’s you and Gyu 

He’s all fully trusting of others and bright smiles and sunshine and flowers 

And you’re all 

“That person said what to you??? I’m gonna go beat them up”

Truthfully most of your high school days are Mingyu dragging you away to stop you from fighting anyone who’s mean to him

But really since Mingyu is so trusting of everyone he meets 

You really have been taking care of him since you met him

Warding off people who try to take advantage of him, helping him with the favors he couldn’t say no to, and comforting him when his feelings get hurt

Usually you’re happy to do all of that for him because you care about Gyu so much and honestly you’d do anything for him

But one time your teacher asks Mingyu to help round up volunteers for garbage pickup 

And on the weekend you were planning to go to the beach with other friends

You get stuck on the side of the highway helping Gyu and your teacher pickup trash

You never let him live that one down

But even when you’ve graduated high school and started your 20s 

You’re still happy to help Mingyu with what he needs

It’s a bit different now with you being in university and Mingyu being an idol

But you’re also both so much more grown up and mature and understanding that it’s not just the two of you against the world anymore

You’ve made more friends and Mingyu has the boys

Who are all incredibly happy you’re around btw

Especially Coups who sometimes finds being a leader to twelve really stressful and is incredibly happy that Mingyu has someone to depend on even when he gets busy

But aside from all of that, not a lot changes between you and Gyu

Except

“Honestly, Woozi, I don’t know what I’d do without them, [Y/N]’s the kindest person I’ve ever met and I feel like they made me who I am and I honestly can’t even imagine life without them”

“It sounds like you’re in love with them Gyu”

And Mingyu’s like

*white guy blinking gif*

And he realizes that oh

He definitely is in love with you

And after that he’s just 

Suffering™

Because he is so completely infatuated with you

And you’re just like 

Oblivious™

And he starts convincing himself that you don’t feel the same way

“You don’t know until you tell them, though, Gyu.”

So Mingyu decides he’s gonna tell you

He hypes himself up

Dresses up really nice

Practices a speech in the mirror

Tries to ignore Seungkwan and Hoshi walking in every once in awhile to tease him

And heads over to your place 

And when he walks in

You’re...

Packing???

“Oh hey Gyu, I have big news”

He doesn’t want to assume the worst but he can feel his heart sink down to his feet

“You know that summer internship I applied for? The one abroad? I got it!”

You squeal excitedly and grab Gyu’s arms as you jump up and down

“Can you believe it? The whole summer overseas, interning at my dream job!!!”

“No, I can’t...”

“What are you so dressed up for? Do y’all have something important scheduled today?”

“Oh, uh, yeah”

“Bummer, I was gonna force you to help me pack”

Mingyu is distressed when he gets back home

What if he tells you and you get into a relationship but it starts off long distance and it’s too much and your relationship ends before it can even begin?

What if he doesn’t tell you and you meet someone while you’re there and it’s over for him?

He just lays face down in his bed the rest of the day, groaning and pulling at his hair

When the day comes for you to leave, he drives you to the airport

“Remember the time change when you try to call me, and make sure to keep me updated on how that new song is going, and tell Hoshi I said to be a little nicer when he’s teaching you the choreo and...”

You stop in your rant when you see Mingyu’s forlorn face

“Hey, it’s only three months-”

“Three months and two weeks” he pouts

“Three months and two weeks” you roll your eyes “But it’ll be over before you know it, I’ll be home soon!”

He nods before pulling you into a tight tight tight hug 

And you start to pull away but he just grabs onto you tighter so you just let him hold you for a minute

“I made you some snacks and stuff for the plane ride”

He hands you a bag before sending you off towards your gate

He waves until he can’t see you anymore

To be honest, you don’t really look inside the bag until you’ve already landed and reached the hotel you’re staying in

It’s because you know you’ll miss home and you wanted to have that with you when you were so far away 

So you pull out Mingyu’s snacks and chow down

Then you look through the bag to find the other things he packed

An extra pair of headphones bc you always forget yours

Some face masks

Other odds and ins

And a letter

You put the letter to the side, deciding to only read it when you really miss home

Which happens half way through your internship

You get back to your hotel room absolutely exhausted, thinking about how you’ve only made it halfway through

And you really really want to go home

Your employers told you they’d give you some time off

But you’re not sure you’re gonna take them up on their offer

You turn over in your bed and reach around to find the letter Mingyu had written you

You stare at your name written in his handwriting for a bit before opening it

It’s mostly a pretty standard letter

He tells you how much he’ll miss you

How great he thinks you’ll do at your internship

How nervous he is for their comeback

“I’ll give it my all but it won’t be the same since my heart will be across the sea”

You reread it five times thinking you must be misinterpreting it

But nope there it is

You decide to take the vacation days

Mingyu is nothing short of surprised when you show up to the dorm halfway through the summer

“Well you’re back early” 

“Oh I’m just here on my time off”

“Why’d you come here for your time off?? You were abroad, there were places you could’ve seen and-”

“Mingyu, I’m in love with you”

He stops dead in his tracks

“What?”

“I don’t think I realized it until I read your note but... I love you”

Time stops for Mingyu 

He doesn’t even realize it until

“Usually when people tell you they love you, some sort of response is expected”

“Oh right sorry”

He steps forward towards you and looks over your face

He forces you to look at him by pinching your chin between two fingers and guiding your face towards his

“I love you too”

Then he presses his lips softly against yours and kisses you slowly

As it turns out the long distance isn’t so bad once you go back to your internship 

You call as much as you can and send each other gifts

And once you get back

You two are inseparable

Like still the same duo as always

But with a lot more fluff added on top

Just smothering each other with affection

Constantly

“Mingyu please, [Y/N] has their own place, can’t y’all be gross and mushy there instead of at the dorm???”

“Quiet maknae”

Mingyu is elated to be your boyfriend

Like honestly he’s been waiting for this his whole life

He’s kind of clingy in a cute way

Every time you two see each other at the end of the day he runs to you to hug you and greet you

Since you two were already with each other 24/7 before you started dating

Your relationship is really easy

You know how to navigate arguments with each other well

You know each other’s habits

And favorite things

It was already a perfect situation with a beautiful love added on top

Mingyu isn’t always super open about his feelings

But sometimes at night when it’s super late

He’ll lay next to you and play with your hands as he quietly whispers his deepest feelings to you

You always take him seriously at times like this so he knows he can trust you and that he’s safe with you always

Like Hoshi, he’s a bit of a crier at times like this

He’s just so utterly happy to be with someone who cares for him so much and makes him feel so loved

So he can’t help but tear up when he tells you he loves you

Usually it’s during your late night talks

But sometimes it happens in the middle of the day

You’ll just be talking about something or cleaning the kitchen or doing something to entertain yourself and you’ll look over

And Mingyu will have a pout on his face and tears in his eyes

And you’re like ??????

“Babe what’s the matter???”

“I just love you a lot”

Cue the giant puppy pushing himself into your arms and burying his face in your neck

You two switch on being the little spoon quite often bc you both like being held by the other

There are some nights when you both want to be the little spoon and you’ll try to stand your ground but then he’ll act cute to convince you to let him be it

Cue knocking on the wall next to the bed

“Mingyu, [Y/N], please remember that this is a dorm housing twelve other people that don’t want to hear your disgustingly cute argument over who gets to be the little spoon”

“Oh god, Hoshi hyung, you heard that???”

Hoshi is bitter that y’all kept him up

But not bitter for his new material to blackmail Mingyu with lol

But you’re not the only one taking care of Mingyu

Mingyu does lots to take care of you

He remembers your allergies bc sometimes you forget and almost eat something that might set off a reaction

He’ll slap it out of your hand like you do when a baby picks something up off the floor and tries to put it in their mouth lol

When you’re stressed from classes he’ll stay up all night with you until you finish your homework

Even if he can’t help you with it, he’ll keep you company until it’s done

And he’ll make you lots of yummy food while you’re working on it

When you’re upset he’ll hold you while you cry/silently mull it over/rant about what’s happening

And he’ll massage your back and pet your head

Buys you lots of cheesy couple gifts

“Look [Y/N]! I bought us couple plushies for when I leave on tour”

“He stole that idea from me by the way”

“Shut UP maknae”

But he’s willing to do anything to make you happy

Like how you are for him

You two have a one in a million love story

[totallytrucked]

Hello everyone I am here to tell you about the Mexico production of spring awakening

Ok first of all it’s on YouTube! And it’s a proshot!here's the link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oFS4RmmGzxE

ok so they have a smaller set than a lot of sa productions but i think it's used really well. it kind of looks like the inside of a church? anyways mama who bore me is very pretty and the girl who plays wendla is melissa barrera, and she's really good. the adult women's dress in this is really good, it's very fun to look at. it's all stripey.

mama who bore me reprise is iconic incredible. the girls are wearing their victorian combination underwear things i love it. during the end part, ilse is just going off during the "mama who bore me" low parts it's amazing jdhjf hnngh.

anyways the boys are all wearing little green pants for their uniform. very cute. i love this moritz (pepe navarrete) he reminds me a lot of vienna moritz (wolfgang turks) like a very cute moritz. the lighting during all that's known? iconic. tbol slaps in this. so good. iker madrid is one of my fave hanschens and that might be due to his riff on "khakis" <3

then the adults come out and they actually hold picture frames whenever they're playing school people which i think is really cool.

the girls come out for my junk and they have such cute costumes and the my junk staging is really good and martha and anna dance together hhnnng gay rights! also martha has such a good voice in this production. ivonne garza your hand in marriage

next is touch me and it's so good in this version and it slaps. the lighting? incredible. the singing? amazing. ernst's solo? (this is a pun because they are saying 'solo' in the song) but anyways ernst's solo is amazing. (arturo valdemar iconic.) ugh it's so good. moritz sock excellence.

anyways i really love this wendla so much she's so great <3 and this melchior (mauricio romero) is also really good. but i mean it's word of your body. it sounds very pretty in spanish though.

anyways here comes moritz to tell them he passed it's very sweet they hug. when hanschen says "the middle terms" either otto or georg hits him with a book which is very funny. and the melchritz hug is so cute jdhgjhd like moritz jumps into melchior's arms like he's a koala and i do not envy melchior having to hold him the entire scene but.

the girls come on and they actually have the medicine ball and thea sits on it i love them. anyways during the dark i know well martha's mother holds a smaller picture frame when talking to her and then the other girls sleep on the medicine ball it's really cool and interesting. martha's voice is very unique in this production, it's very deep. ilse's voice is also really pretty it sounds so good.

and then there were none also slaps in this. moritz </3 :(

once again i come to appreciate the lighting its wonderful. and during the part where moritz goes "they're not my home, not anymore" and the boys start singing in the background, they move from further upstage to further downstage. and the blocking during the part where all the boys join in so good ikfghkjd and the energy? they're like jumping and headbanging hnng lighting!!

ugh it's good.

they use the swing in mirror blue night too it's really cool. and moritz wanders off the stage and it sounds so good ksdjghksj and the cello/bass really came in during this part it's good

the weird mirror blue night choreo is somewhat better because it's faster and melchior looks less confused when he's doing it. i believe also sounds really good. everything in this production sounds really good watch it!

ok act 2

the guilty ones, as customary in this production, slaps. and the choreography is really good.

moritz's hair is thankfully not bad in act 2 (phew) also he has more of metal voice (?) like there's more of a rasp on some notes, esp. the high notes in don't do sadness. it's very good. moritz sock excellence again. and he's headbanging and the energy! yes! dds is faster than it usually is but it's so good.

also ilse (roxana puente) is just so good. and i like her costume. she just sounds so sad and i want to give her a hug. :( and the flowers are really pretty.

and when the two songs overlap it's jisdhfus uhhghghhg watch it! i can't describe it ugh it's so good.

also the audience claps after every song where there's a break and they're so enthusiastic and it makes me really happy

moritz dies and it's sad. he's like crying i can't

also shoutout to whoever arranged the music it's really good there's a lot of strings going on.

left behind as well. and ilse just breaks down crying at moritz's grave and god. :'(

the high notes as well? impeccable. melchior is so good.

the adults come on with their picture frames. mauricio romero reminds me of aneurin barnard in totally fucked, he has similar energy. totally fucked is just so good in this production. the choreography, the lights, the energy, the singing, wonderful. during the second chorus they all do this choreography and it's really good. also hanschen does a riff during his solo and the energy is so good. sfkhjdfkj and stuff flashes on the walls watch it please! people are saying hey and i just dkfjghdjg and the guitar i'm going insane

anyways totally fucked ends. oh hey vineyard scene. ernst is shorter than hanschen in this production which is pretty cute and they're just relaxing on the stage it's really sweet. and the audience isn't laughing too much. which is nice. anyways iker madrid is a more andy mientus-esque hanschen and it works. and the lighting there are like little stars that spin around i just yes! they kiss and it's just very cute. this entire vineyard scene is just very sweet and cute and dkfhglkdjfg hanschen slowly leans in and like caresses ernst's face shhhhskrgjhsj gay rights dkfhdlk

the vineyard scene is very cute. then wendla is pregnant blah blah blah. whispering is super pretty in this one, and i have great respect for wendla because she's sitting down the entire song and it's very hard to sing sitting down. also there's this very pretty violin going along the melody line (or something) and it's *moritz voice* so haunting. and the acting from the adults when they discuss sending melchior to a reformatory is very sad. the boys look like newsies in the reformatory scene it's so funny. always wonderful to see melchy get his ass beat.

when wendla and frau bergmann go to see the abortionist they're wearing these sick cloaks and when wendla screams "mama" it's just heartbreaking :'(

and they pronounce ilse "il-say" which i love.

the fog machine comes out during those you've known which i feel like is a requirement for any sa production at this point. and moritz just comes onstage from the audience and he's sort of bent over it's good! also the lights look really good in this scene which is really cool. and moritz is facing away from the audience when he first comes on and wendla sings to moritz a bit and i just sdkjfghskjdfh!! the drums snap in those you've known it's good anyways

the emotion! moritz leans against melchior i'm going to cry jfkhdjfkh

ilse comes on for the song of purple summer and it's very pretty and i just emotions! hnnfgdk and the stage lights up and moritz and melchior and wendla are still holding on to each other and it's just aaaaahhhhh!!!! moritz and ilse like interact and i'm everyone is like talking to each other and it's so bitter sweet and the harmonies!!

*sobbing* and the last chorus kicks in and i. ok. that was a musical. the audience gives them a well deserved standing ovation that's iconic. everyone go watch spring awakening mexico now.

and they have a totally fucked encore during the bows i'm going crazy. i love this.

tl;dr: sa mexico uses lighting, a great set, and just impeccable performances to create a beautiful and moving experience. it may not be too polished, but you can see the heart in the production.

[bluedis-ease]

one time this kpop stan broke out into a kpop choreography while sitting in their desk. In Class. legs Wiiiiiiide open close open close 😵‍💫 pah! pah! pah! like- it wasn’t even the normal grooving to music, it was a full on practiced choreography performance 💀 all whole sitting in their desk. as if this is a stage… r u seriously not embarrassed? i cannot tell u the second hand embarrassment i felt. the legs being Wiiiiiiide open is what scarred me the most 😵‍💫 is this normal??? i personally don’t think it is especially seeing that people around looked confused as well so idk, but it was very strange to see someone grown act like that. no like i would understand if it was a kid but it’s wasn’t 😵‍💫 like god know what they would have screeched at me if i did that Much phewww. i was the weird one to them :/ u want people to accept u as the kpop idol wannabee but u can’t even accept others for who they are. and i’m here having to pretend that this is normal :/ like u would have publicly shamed me if i did even a percentage of what u did. also??? just cause i didn’t tell u it was a strange thing to do a full on kpop choreo in class doesn’t mean that i want more 😟 like i’m here relieved that its finally over and now you’ve made me stress out again by telling me ur gonna show me More 😟😟 i don’t Want more it was the most disgusting thing to witness u looked disgusting with your legs going wide open close open close. u put me in a position where i had to sit there and watch u do a rehearsed kpop dance and if i reacted how i actually felt then that would have not been a great reaction. just cause u would shame someone if they did the same thing u did doesn’t mean the rest of us are evil like u. also, they would claim every bts album that released as their last one and how after this one they’ll be off to the military just for bts to release a new album or song a few months later teehee. in the most- wannabee villain- kind of way- like these people are so corny i can’t. like why r u guys in such a hurry for them to leave lmao?? u guys wanna be super villains so bad it’s silly. giving ur best evil smirk repeating everything over and over again like it’s gonna magically come true. it’s just corny. and the worst part is that they’ll repeat the same things over and over again under someone gets starts hearing those things in their nightmares- like how do u not get tired hearing yourself?? 😵‍💫 the world isn't listening to ur desires how r u not tired of hearing urself repeat the same things over and over and over again??&-)-)-$-? and unfortunately u could see how angry they would be on the day the album would release 😬 but like- they would be the ones following every update on the album. they follow all the concept pics releases- they know what the track list is- they follow every activity leading up to the album. they’re the first ones to come to the premiere and get bitter at how many armys are watching even though they’re literally adding on to the number 😐 it’s like- u literally professed ur hatred for them one day and the next day ur literally stalking them?? the cycle of claiming that this is definitely their last album still continued. they would be well aware that it’s the start of a new album series and still get excited over hopes of it being their last album. so weird how u think bts of all people will stop all of the sudden. don’t worry too much about bts they’re in the studio as u speak of them. worry about the ones who are doing everything except making music :/ they also said they would get plastic surgery to become an idol?? literally the person who screeches about bts being wAy TOO wHiTewaSHed *angry angry head shaking vigorously 😡* and then got all shocked shocked when we said that we don’t support plastic surgery ? “whaaaaat!!😦whhhyyy😟” u think plastic surgery is a common thing that everyone gets? why r u acting so shocked? u go do what ur heart desires but no need to act That shocked just cause everyone isn’t fond of plastic surgery like u r.

another time the same kpop stan (has anger issues) threw a tantrum cause i praised jungkook’s singing lol 😵‍💫 a grown one. no like- ok u don’t like jungkook got it… in no way do u have to agree with me… he’s MY fav no one’s forcing him to be ur fav… but why get This aggressive and publicly lose ur mind over it? ur grown. and people are looking at u shouting jungkook’s name over and over and shaking ur head Vigorously with ur body violently squirming around… absolutely losing ur temper and screeching his name louder and louder every time………….? “JUNG- JUNG- KOOooooooooooOoOOOOOk???!!! 😡😡😡😡😡😡😡 JU- JU- JUNG- KKKOOOOOOOooooooOoOoooKk???????!!!!!😡😡😡😡JUNGKOOOOOOOOK?????!!!!!! JUNG KoooooooOOOOOOOK?????!!!!! 😡😡😡😡😡” it’s terrifying. also like? the person in front of me was just laughing seeing this all unfold. i’m Sure it looks very silly from a outer perspective… a terrified person trying to desperately calm down a very violent, aggressive person screeching jungkook over and over again… it’s quite silly💀it was very scary and unexpected. it’s not normal to throw a tantrum cause someone’s favorite singer is someone u have one sided personal beef with. what did he do to u? i genuinely thought that everyone knew what a great singer he was. i was stunned to see that reaction... me desperately trying to clarify that was MY favorite got them even More aggravated?? i’m even more concerned about the fact that i didn’t even think about it until a year later. like i didnt even process it the day it happend wow. it got stuffed away in the back of my mind i didn’t even bring it up to anyone. almost as if it was a normal thing it’s wild how i let that slide. it was like oh if the person who’s laughing isnt saying anything, then why should i, the person who gets scared easily speak up. i’m already in such a vulnerable state. my focus was just to desperately calm them down which was definitely the biggest mistake. if there anything i wish i can go back to, it’s that moment. i wish i had turned around and let them embarass themselves instead of desperately trying to calm them down saying anything and everything to calm them down. first mistake was getting scared and not standing my ground. and second was doing everything i could to calm them down instead of letting them realize how ridiculous they looked. like i really saved them from public humiliation when i shouldn’t have. especially when they’re the first one to grab any chance to publicly humiliate me. it just takes a while to process that something like this could cause a reaction like That. was never expected. i remember i praised him with a smile on my face cause i seriously thought everyone knew how amazing jungkook was. like i didn’t know it was possible to throw a tantrum over someone saying their favorite singer is jungkook to the point where they feel guilty about it. my mind is completely boggled. this is the dangers of getting so used to someones behavior that u start letting everything slide cause “that’s just how they are” and “they don’t think before they speak” …the verbal viscousness wasn’t new. this isn’t just about jungkook… it’s just the sheer confidence to do this in public. like u would really put ur self respect aside over this?

no cause the stories i have …….😵‍💫 would be on a mission to get revenge for everything and anything. the day i told them that “u don’t have to like bts, but at least say their name properly” and called them out on screeching about them being whitewashed became their villain origin story. like they were out for Revenge after this. like how r u gonna make the person who finally had the courage to speak up against u as the evil person? u know how much courage it takes to speak up against u, the most verbally aggressive person who makes anyone that doesn’t please u into the villain ?? i couldn’t even say all that i wanted. if anything, it made them even more comfortable with their special despise towards bts. kept interrupting me as i was trying to explain why it was wrong to call them whitewashed and why they’re weren’t whitewashed. would have called out the hypocrisy when it comes to bts and their favs as well if i wasn’t being interrupted every two seconds :/ so loud when it comes to bts’ Korean identity but suddenly it’s all praise for the ones who are doing everything and anything they can to break out into the west :( not saying anyone should be called whitewashed but according to the basis of which u considered bts whitewashed, many of ur favs for that so keep the same energy for them too. or…. u could Not screech about Anyone whitewashed just saying :/ so insecure when Finally called out. tried educating u on why they weren’t whitewashed but u kept interrupting me. and got offended cause i was literally repeating something You said 💀 me: “you called them whitewashed” …. “I knowwwww 😡” … then they desperately fishing for reasons when i called them out 😵‍💫 i didn’t even ask actually. i was just telling u to say their name properly since u were so obsessed with speaking about them and their military enlistment so much. “i just- 😔 i just- 😔 there’s these two armys in my class and they keep talking about bts with each other and i just- i just- i don’t Like that ☹️ *shakes head vigorously* i don’t Like That 😖 i don’t like those delulu armys 😖” ok first of all, they’re not even bothering u theyre talking about bts with each other how r u gonna use two little armys talking about bts amongst each other as ur excuse to why u use bts as a punching bag? second of all, u constantly foam at the mouth over armys being supportive towards bts but defended ur fellow kpop stans who harassed ur fav. u put a cult before ur own fav. third of all, ur whole personality is talking nonstop and sucking recations out of people and screaming at people who try to speak on their own?? i didn’t ask u to justify a reason. i already know how u kpop stans work. especially the newer ones who mimic what the rest of the kpop stans are saying. using ur jealousy towards armys to cover up for ur jealousy towards bts. like u guys are bitter towards bts on the behalf of ur favs but they love bts 💀 ur own favs wouldn’t like u freaks. there’s these immaturity at it’s peak really. it was the most mentally exhausting thing ever i’d rather drink bleach than go through that again 😵‍💫

looking back… i’m truly convinced think it was a social experiment ……… 😡: *keeps praising themselves about how they’re high in number in terms of beauty standards in their native country. higher than they are in america* me: *listens, validates, acknowledges like always and finally tries to talk about myself* “yeah i’m a negative in terms of beauty standards in america” they were completely fine when i said that. but right i also took the chance to talk how i’m actually very high in terms of beauty in my own native country…. they gave me the most…. Demeaning, Disgusted look i have ever gotten. like…. they just Kept Looking at me like that and i was just like “😐” the whole time …… no shame whatsoever just move on like nothing happened. i don’t think i’ve completely processed cause i was never expecting to be looked at like That. it’s mind boggling to see that people have This much audacity. and the funny thing is if i ever did that to them they would make it their villain origin story and use it as proof of why they’re the most hUrT victim of the world 😔 like i would rather be straight up called ugly than ever be looked at in that way again. their facial expression literally said how dare u praise urself. ur the most disgustingly hideous person ever. ur only allowed to give Me a confidence boost not yourself. like yes, i’m ugly in terms of american beauty standards and it’s fine i don’t really care about that. but when i visited my country, almost every one i met commented on how beautiful i was and i felt So Good about myself! it sucks cause even tho i personally thought they were hideous inside and out, i would never make a dirty face at them for feeling good about themselves. like if i was evil enough, i could have said that even the plastic surgery they wanted wouldn’t make them attractive. didn’t, unfortunately. in fact, i would always comment on their glow up when they would always shove their “pre-debut” pictures and videos up my face. like i’ve seen them so much that they’re literally engrained in my mind 💀 it feels good seeing others feel good about themselves and it feels terrible when they would rather demean u instead. like u really gotta remember…. ur the one who wants plastic surgery… not me. i’m happy with the way i look :) also… they had this thing where they think they had the right to decide who’s a hoe and who’s not 💀 basically, “ur not a hoe” was their ‘nice’ way of saying that ur not cool and attractive 🙂 maybe i am a hoe and maybe the people who u think are hoes aren’t hoes. no like i’ve seen them to this to someone else as well. “ur not a hoe u don’t dress like one” and what if they were a hoe? how can u tell just cause they wear jeans and a shirt? hoes can wear anything really.

they would call all their old pics “pre-debut” pics too 💀 i mean wanting to become a kpop star is cool but it’s kinda funny when ur a tone deaf with no musical talent or passion 😵‍💫 like- what about the music?? do u know how to make music?? do u have any talent?? u think all u have to do is learn a little dancey dance and boom! you’ll be a kpop star? that’s it? u can’t train yourself to be an artist. the artist has to be within u. and i’m sure you’re well aware that one thing a lot of kpop companies are at fault at is that they try to train people who have no desire to be an artist. just the desire to be a celebrity. that’s like giving a middle finger to the artists that brought music to life. and none of u seem to care this sucks. a lot of music industries are built off of mimicking these artists. if they were alive i’m sure they would be raising their voice against this nonsense smh. and listen to this…. me: “do u listen to [insert person’s native language] music?” them: “no 😔😔😔 it’s cause- it’s cause- 😔 i don’t wanna be like Other [insert people of their nationality] 😔☹️🥺” Whaaaaaaaat???? such a simple yes or no question there was no need to expose urslef like that when u could have just said yes or no 💀 u Screech about bts being wAAayy TOO wHiTeWasHed when ur ashamed of ur own people???? and not just that u go completely silent when ur favs pull all these sly tactics to get famous in the west. it’s only ass licking for them no questioning their Korean identity right? that’s only reserved for organic bts and bts only. so ur telling me u purposely stay away from music in [insert language] *which is beautiful btw* because u don’t want to be like ur Own people???? *very beautiful culture and people btw* so u only listen to kpop cause u wanted to be DiFFeReNt fRoM tHe ReSt ??? no wonder why ur so concerned with what’s going on in Korea instead of ur own country. no wonder u want plastic surgery. they really think they live in Korea the way they can’t keep the military law out of their mouths. stop bringing up the military over and over again no pne wnats to have discussions with u about someone’s else’s country and government …. “am i tan??? 🥺” …. “yes” ….. “how much tan??? like just a little tan or a Lot tan 😟???” ….. “you’re pretty tan” ….. “Aaaarrrghhhh 😖😖 but kpop idols aren’t tan ☹️☹️” $:$/&/&/$7/&/&//! 😵‍💫 what do kpop idols not being tan have to do with u being tan 😭???? no like the way ur only concern is about ur visuals ??? what about the Music??????

omfg and they showed me a picture of them being photoshopped into a kpop group- as if it was normal- ??? and i have to pretend like it is or i’ll be the crazy bad guy if i don’t 😕 they had desires to join the worst company ever idk man. like this is a serious question i’d like to ask kpop stans who want to join questionable companies. do u feel as if that company will give u what u need musically or is it cause ur favorite kpop star is under that company and you’ll get the chance to see them in the hallway or something? like i would especially like to ask this to the ones who act like bighit is the most evil company but ignore / defend the Actual evil things the company they want to join does. Of course u wanna join the company that doesn’t value artistry. idk it’s like- how do u Not notice the way they “train” everyone the same way instead of tending to the artist in each individual. instead of “training” them to bring out the artist in them, they suppress it. there’s times where the artist in them never existed (referring to the ones who were never here for the art in the first place) but there are also times where the artist in them was never encouraged to come out. it’s very easy to see tbh i guess u guys just choose to ignore it and act like you’re clueless. but anyways, why would u want that for yourself? don’t you want to perform from the heart, not from a place of “this is what I have to do” :/ so many great companies but ur only after certain ones? “i WoULd Be ThE qUieT mEmBeR iN a KpOp gRouP” same person who shames me for being too quiet but when i try to talk… screeches at me if i say anything that isn’t of interest to them ? …… like people also want to talk about themselves and their lives just as much as u do lmao. we’re more than reaction and reply machines. we have stories we want to comfortably share about ourselves as well. but ok cool… now that you’ve assigned urself a persona that’s the complete opposite of u, the most aggressively loud person, what about the music? what kind of musician would u be? the fake rapper? the only who only knows how to learn choreography and doesn’t have musical talent? the visual who only has visuals? the one who’s carrying the whole group on their shoulders cause they’re the only one with musical passion? why don’t u think about the music before the rest? think about plastic surgery After the music. isn’t this supposed to be a music industry? like i’m sorry but there’s definitely something off about u if u start doing kpop group introductions when someone waves at u 😵‍💫they would keep up with and speak about bts’ military enlistment status as if their life depended on it. they would use it as a mocking technique and claim that bts will go to the military “forever and ever and ever and ever” which is so Low considering that people around the world have ended up not coming back ?? like imagine u say this to someone who’s lost a close one who served in the military. someone who never came back home??? u would stood this low cause of ur one sided beef with a musical band? and no need to mention Korea’s government. talk about ur own. don’t worry about what another country’s government is planning to do or isn’t planning to do. why r y’all so obsessed with Korea? learn about ur own culture first. omg and they started whining when i told them i only stan bts and don’t want to stan anyone else- like whining Whining. 😡: “Whhhhhyyyyyy NOOOOOOOOOT😩😩😩😩😩😩😖😖😖☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️ WhHhhHYyy NooOoOoOoOooooooT” me: “cause i don’t want to” ….. 😡: “aRRrrrrGgghhhh 😩*bangs fists on desk*AaaaaRrrghhhh” ….. 😐 and i’m the one who gets harassed for calling u out on this selectivity.

u literally stan people for the sole reason of them not being bts. there’s more to life than stanning a thousand people. go outside there’s life and flowers out there! read a book. watch a film. spend time with loved ones. make tea. stan urself before u stan others. observe how people around u act like. learn how to keep strange thoughts inside and not blabber them to people. saying “my brain said that my brain did that 🥺” after saying the most out of pocket things won’t solve it. it’s ur brain it’s up to u to decide if u want to keep those thoughts inside or screech them out and unfortunately u choose the latter. projecting yourself onto others and screeching about them being too weird isn’t the solution. sooner or later we’ll start figuring out who the way too weird one really is. check urself before u go around labeling people with something that you are.

what is the obsession u guys have with jungkook??? *flashback to that one kpop stan who tried to cast a spell on him but spelled him name wrong* 😵‍💫 first you’ll be saying he’s ur favorite member of “That group” but pick on him for every little thing he does. why have this love-hate relationship with him when u can just leave him alone? u don’t need to like him it’s fine go do something u enjoy. u watched a whole 20 minute interview just to complain about how u didn’t like the part where jungkook sang this and sang that. that same jungkook part brought in a Large new wave of fans so idk what ur on. leave them alone stop watching their interviews. u crapped on the album the second u heard it and now ur watching them promote the same album?? like of course they’re gonna promote songs off of the same album u despise. go away if u don’t like them. no like they’re literally rating interviews now. “it was ehhhhhh 😒🙄” ???????? why did u sit through it then???? why r u so obsessed with their every move??? this is the same case with their art. u guys have already decided that’s it’s “eeehhhhh 😒🙄" before u even listen to it. in fact u don’t even know how to consume it properly cause ur just desperately trying to come up with reasons as to why its not worthy enough for ur royal highness who knows nothing beyond white men and idol groups where only half of them have a passion for music. and then u won't even let others appreciate it and scream "Staaaaaapppp aaaaaaaaa Staaaaaaap i'm gonna hate it even moooooore staaaaap" hilarious. ur so quirky. pretending like real art made by real musicians sucks and half assed tunes are masterpieces 😝 oh no u finally heard a song with a decent bridge and have problems with it oh no!! everyone takes what the idol and white man obsessed person says! then they go watch bangbangcon lmfao??? how do u even know what that is???? stop stalking bts. it’s not for u it’s for us. like u purposely watch these things cause u enjoy being in a natural state of irked. u guys stalk their every move they know about the members solo projects. u know about their webtoons. u know about their japanese releases. they watch bts like hawks. such obsessed freaks. u know so many of their inside jokes. u keep track of their current military enlistment status. u want bts’ popularity to decline yet u talk about them more than armys. armys could be collectively having a discussion amongst themselves on which fruit is the best or something while ur foaming at the mouth thinking about how much u hate bts and armys when we’re literally just minding our business. it’s literally a fandom of 100 million people come on now. no cause- calling an army u don’t even know “one of ThOse fans 😒” all because she posted a picture of her and a bt21 character?? ur one of ThOse fans. that’s You. no one does breaks out into a kpop choreography in class. stop projecting onto other people.

WAIT- WAIT- U GUYS AREN’T ONE OF thOse FANS RIGHT???!!! GAHAHAHHAAHHAHAHA *shoulders flying up and down*🤣🤣🤣🤣” - says one of thOse fans PLEASE- 💀 and why do u reserve that sentence only for armys? why do u desperately try to defend ur fandom for their borderline gangster behavior but draw the line when two armys talk about bts with each other, or when an army posts a pictureof her at a bts concert, or when armys are being supportive to bts? no cause u were having the time of ur life with those shoulders waddling up and down but right when soemone brings up the fact that ur favs were harassed many times by ur own fandom, u start bringing out the buts. its wild… and ur grown too. wow. its normal to post convert pics everyone does it why is it such a problem just cause it was a bts concert? literally its an army smiling with her amry bomd how do u get “one thOse fans 🙄😠” from that??? and u think ur the nkrmal one? u think its normal to go around telling people u want plastic surgey to become a kpop idol and acting shocked when they don’t support plastic surgery??

[justsomefluff]

ATEEZ Reaction to you dancing with another member

Summary: You are a backup dancer for ATEEZ, while also dating one of the members. Your boyfriend catches you practicing an upcoming dance with one of his members and reacts poorly.

Hongjoong:

Your body moved easily to the beat of the song, San dancing just as fluidly next to you. At this point in the choreography, there was some close proximity between the dancers and the members. As you practiced with San, you didn’t notice your boyfriend, Hongjoong, enter the practice room to watch.

When you approached a point in the choreo when San placed his hands on your hips, Hongjoong made his presence known to you both with a loud clearing of his throat.

You flashed a bright smile at him and excused yourself to meet him by the door. But as you walked towards him, he spun on his heel and left. Your smile fell and you turned to San, a confused look on your face. San just stared back and shrugged his shoulders. 

You then chased after Hongjoong, quickly exiting the room to find him standing on the wall outside the door. “Hey, what happened?” You asked, taking in his bitter expression.

“I don’t like him dancing with you like that,” he pouted. “I know it’s really dumb but I just don’t like it at all.” You chuckled softly at this. “Baby, I know, but it’s our job. I wish I could dance with just you like that but he’s my partner for this choreo. We need to practice so the comeback is perfect.” You moved slowly towards him and cupped his face, forcing him to look at you. “I love you, though, just so you know.”

Finally, he smiled. “I know it’s silly. I love you too.”

Seonghwa:

You, the other backup dancers, and the members of ATEEZ were all sitting in the practice room at the dorms having a well-deserved, after-rehearsal meal. As you sat around in a giant circle, laughing and munching on pizza, Jongho was fiddling with the aux cord connected to the speakers. 

Suddenly, one of your favorite songs came on and Jongho looked at you with a smirk. He rushed towards you and you met him in the center of the circle. You began to dance along to the famous song while everyone cheered and sang with you. Well, everyone except Seonghwa. 

When the song finally ended, you sat back down next to your boyfriend, not quite noticing how he was staring at the floor. What snapped him out of his reverie was your head leaning on his shoulder as you giggled at something Jongho had said. Seonghwa looked down at you before telling you quietly that he was ready for bed and left rather abruptly. You frowned, but waved goodbye to the others in your room and followed him to his bedroom.

When you made it to his room he was already undressing for bed. You came up to him and wrapped your arms around his now naked torso. Placing soft kisses on his back you sighed and smiled, loving the closeness and intimacy of the moment. But it ended all too quickly as he shrugged you off of him and made his way towards the bed. 

You pouted and whined at him, but he sat down and ignored you. This is when you began to realize that something was wrong. You sat next to him, but didn’t touch him, not ready to be rejected again. “What’s up, lovie?” 

“Do you have feelings for Jongho?” He suddenly demanded. Your eyes widened in surprise and you shook your head vigorously. “Because he makes you smile and laugh so much and he’s closer to your age and I just feel like. he might be better for you sometimes and-” You cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips. He stared at you, a pout still prevalent on his features.

“Baby, no,” you said, trying to convey your sincerity through soft touches to his hands. “He’s just one of my closest friends. You know that. Why would you ever think I would want to be with him instead of you?” You were genuinely worried now. It hurt you to think that you had made Seonghwa feel insecure. 

“I just had a bad day, I guess. And then seeing you guys dancing and everything just made me jealous because I kind of wanted you all to myself tonight. I know you love me, I just miss you.” You smiled at him and scooted closer to give him a tight hug. 

“Baby, you gotta tell me stuff like that. I would have gladly stayed in with you tonight. Since we have some time left before it gets too late, wanna talk about your day? It might make you feel better,” you suggested gently. He nodded.

“Can we snuggle too?” He asked shyly. You tackled him down into the sheets as an answer and you spent the rest of the night making him feel better and assuring him that you loved him the most.

Yunho:

Yunho watched as you learned a new dance with their choreographer. He smiled proudly the whole while. Well, that is until the choreographer left and Mingi asked you to help him with the same dance. 

Yunho watched with angry eyes as you gently guided Mingi’s movements. He watched your soft hands as they directed parts of Mingi’s performance, and he listened to your soft, patient voice filled with only praise for Mingi’s precise movements. Soon, his anger turned to sadness. He had been wanting attention from you all day, but you were busy practicing. And when you finally get a free moment, Mingi snatches your attention before Yunho even has a chance. 

Lost in his thoughts, Yunho didn’t notice that the music had turned off and you were now walking towards him. When you reached him, he was fiddling with his hands. You took his hands in yours and moved them so you could sit in his lap. Once you were comfortable, he wrapped his arms tightly around your middle and immediately smooshed his face into your neck. 

You giggled at the sensation and inquired about what had him in such a cuddly mood. “Miss you,” he murmured.

“But I’ve been with you all day,” you laughed.

He shook his head and looked up. “No, you’ve been practicing and then dancing with Mingi,” he spat, bitterness evident in his tone.

You frowned at this. “Yunho, why are you angry? I was just helping him learn, you were here the whole time.” He tried to hide his face in your neck again but you held his cheeks so you could continue to look him in the eye.

“I just wanted to be with you but he had all your attention.” He was pouting now. You released his cheeks and pulled him into your chest.

Kissing the top of his head you whispered, “Want me to teach you the choreo?” He nodded and a smile crept back onto his face. You stood, grabbing his hands once more and leading him to the center of the practice room. “No more pouting, it hurts me when you’re sad,” you instructed, “and if you want my attention just ask. You know I’d drop everything for you.”

Yeosang:

Gliding across the wooden floor in socked feet, you giggled as Wooyoung slipped around the room, trying to practice his choreography. You had challenged him to do the group’s latest dances while in socked feet, a true challenge for even the best of dancers. 

You cackled as you watched Wooyoung slip and fall for the hundredth time, when he told you to join him in the dance. The new challenge was going to be who could stay on their feet the longest. 

Yeosang entered the room and sat down on a chair in the corner to watch. He had overheard the rules of the little competition as he was coming in. For the first few minutes, he laughed along as you and Wooyoung stumbled through the choreo. But when you nearly slipped and Wooyoung reflexively shot his arms out to catch you, Yeosang’s face darkened. Wooyoung’s hands stayed on your waist for a second too long before he finally released you. You thanked him for saving you and reminded him that he could have won the competition if he hadn’t done that. Wooyoung swore and proclaimed his regret at having caught you.

Thoroughly worn out, Wooyoung left to hit the showers, leaving you alone with Yeosang. You noticed him still sitting in the corner and sauntered over to him, a tired smile on your face. You collapsed on the floor and front of him and gazed up at him. “Hi, Sangie,” you said. Yeosang just stared. “What?” You questioned.

“Didn’t like his hands on you,” he muttered. “Was funny at first but then he touched you...”

You stood and sat in the chair next to him. “You mean Wooyoung?” You asked. When he nodded, you frowned. “Baby, he just didn’t want me to fall. He didn’t mean anything by it. He’s your friend and neither of us would ever do anything like that on purpose. You know that, my love.” You brushed a stray strand of hair out of Yeosang’s face and he leaned into your touch.

“I know,” he sighed. “I don’t know why it made me so upset. Just don't want anyone else touching you like that.” You chuckled and moved to hug him. “I love you, baby, I’m sorry.”

You shushed him. “You don’t have to apologize, Sangie. I love you too.”

San:

You and San shuffled around the practice room, playfully spinning each other around and around. All the members of ATEEZ and the backup dancers were twirling about and bumping into each other. However, Seonghwa’s partner had not been able to make it to practice that day. So, you didn't think anything of it when he stole you away from San to join in on the dizzy fun. 

You laughed and spun with Seonghwa for a bit before flouncing back over to your boyfriend, who had stopped having fun entirely. Once you reached him, San took you by the wrist and pulled you from the room. A confused look washed over your face and you looked back at the other people in the room for answers. However, no one seemed to have noticed your abrupt departure. 

Once safely in the hallway, San whirled around to face you. You took your wrist back from him and cocked your eyebrow. “Why did you stop dancing with me and go to Seonghwa-hyung?” he asked, a sad look in his eyes.

“I don’t know,” you answered truthfully. “He just wanted to join in on the fun and since his partner isn’t here I thought I’d dance with him for a minute. Why?”

“I wanted to dance with you more,” San mumbled, still pouting and now staring at his feet. He shoved his hands in his pockets, not unlike a child who’s being scolded. “But he stole you from me.”

You laughed a little bit before realizing he was serious. “Bubba,” you began, gently tilting his chin to look at you. “I always wanna dance with you, and be with you in general. But he’s still my friend and I want him to have fun with us. That’s what I love about our little group of friends so much, is that we all love each other and want to be included.” He nodded and agreed. “So, do you understand why I let him dance with me for a little?”

“I do,” San sighed. “Just don’t want him to take your attention when you’re busy with me, is all.” You squeezed his hands reassuringly and, after a moment of exchanging kisses and I love you’s, you tugged him back into the practice room with a smile on both of your faces.

 Mingi:

You and Mingi were in the middle of practicing some of the. new choreography when Hongjoong burst through the doors of the practice room. Looking around frantically, he heaved a sigh of relief when he saw you two. 

“Guys, my dance partner can’t come over and I really need help with the point choreography for the new song.” So, naturally, you offered to help him, the backup dancers having learned the choreo before the members of ATEEZ. Mingi pouted behind you.

“But I was working with her, hyung,” he whined at his leader. 

“I’ll just be a minute, Minnie,” you brushed him off. He sighed again, suddenly feeling a little neglected and unimportant. He sat down on a nearby couch with a huff and patiently waited for you to finish teaching Hongjoong the choreography. What he thought would take only minutes took about an hour. When you finally finished with Hongjoong and returned you attention to Mingi, there were tears forming in his eyes.

You rushed to him when you noticed and sat next to him. “Baby, no,” you whined, “please don’t cry. What happened?” 

Mingi just shook his head and let some of his tears fall. “You just ignored me for so long. And I was with you first and then you just left because Hongjoong asked. Why didn’t you say no?” He sobbed a little. 

“Oh no, baby, I’m so sorry. I just figured that since we’ve been practicing all morning that I could help Joong for a little while. I didn’t know it would upset you so much,” you rambled. In your head, it had been justified. You would work with Hongjoong for about an hour and then go straight back to Mingi for the rest of the day. You didn’t expect it to have such a negative impact on your sweet boyfriend.

“I know, I just don’t like that you went to him so easily,” Mingi whimpered. Then he finally looked up at you, eyes still a bit watery, and made grabby hands. You scooted close to him and hugged him as tightly as you possibly could. He cried into your shoulder some more, and you stroked his hair. You waited quietly for him to calm down, pressing soft kisses to the top if his head.

When you finally felt his breathing slow, you gently pushed him back so you could look him in the eyes. “I never wanna hurt you, Minnie,” you whispered. “It won't happen again, okay?” He nodded and asked if you could go home for the rest of the day. You smiled and agreed rather quickly. Once you got home, you spent the night showering him with affection to make sure he knew you loved him and that you were truly sorry for hurting him. 

Wooyoung:

Wooyoung watched for the fifth time as Yunho made a mistake with the choreography. He chuckled good-naturedly since he, himself, had made a lot of mistakes with the same part of the song. But when you stepped in to assist, Wooyoung frowned. You hadn’t helped him with this dance when he was struggling. Why would you help Yunho but not your own boyfriend?

After wallowing in bitter thoughts for a while, Wooyoung finally stood and asked you if you could talk for a minute. You excused yourself from Yunho and met Wooyoung in the hall outside. “What��s up, Youngie?” You asked curiously. 

“Do you like him or something?” He demanded, hurt evident on his face.

“Who? Yunho?” You asked, and Wooyoung nodded. You chuckled, “Absolutely not, why would you ever think that?” You giggled some more, finding the question genuinely funny. But your boyfriend, on the other hand, was totally serious. And he told you as much.

“I’m serious. You’re helping him with this choreo and I know it’s hard because when I was learning it the other day I was making those same mistakes. But how come you’re helping him but you didn’t help me? I’m your boyfriend.” His voice was rising in pitch now, his insecurities bubbling up and causing his voice to crack. 

“Baby, you learned this choreo on Monday right?” He nodded in response. “Youngie, I wasn’t even here on Monday, remember? If I would have been then I would have gladly helped you learn the dance. But you didn’t even tell me the next day that you were having problems with it.” Wooyoung suddenly blushed, looking genuinely embarrassed. “Oh,” he mumbled. “I forgot you weren’t here that day.” You giggled at him and kissed his now rosy cheeks. You tugged him back into the practice room and told Yunho that Wooyoung was going to teach him now, and if either of them had trouble along the way then you would step in and help. That way you could give your boyfriend the attention he had so desperately wanted. 

Jongho:

Ever since you had started dating Jongho, you had become his dance partner and his original partner switched to being Yeosang’s partner to replace you. However, even a few months in, Yeosang was still trying to adjust to his new. partner’s style of dance. You and Jongho had always practiced together in the early stages of your relationship anyway, so there was no problem making an easy transition for you two. 

One day, as you and Jongho were talking, Yeosang interrupted and asked if he could practice some choreography with you. Of course, you agreed, and you began to dance with him. Once the song ended, Yeosang complained about his new partner and how it just felt so much more natural dancing with you. 

Now, you weren't sure what set him off, be it the praise or the actual dancing, but Jongho was suddenly pissed. He stalked up to you and Yeosang, having had enough of the conversation. He asked Yeosang if he could have a moment with you, a quiet anger lingering beneath his politeness towards his hyung. Yeosang didn’t seem to notice though, and thanked you one more time before leaving you alone with Jongho. 

Jongho cupped your cheeks and stared deeply into your eyes. The intensity of the eye contact had you shying away quickly and asking what he wanted. “I’m your dance partner. I’m your boyfriend,” he grumbled. 

You giggled. “Well yeah, I know that.” 

“Do you?” He demanded. “Because the way you were talking and dancing with Yeosang made me feel like maybe you don’t.” By now he was steaming, but you were only growing more and more confused. Why was he so angry?

“Jongho, I was just helping out a friend. Yeosang said he’s just having trouble transitioning and wanted to practice with me first so he could work out the kinks with his partner later. It’s no big deal, really.” You made this declaration calmly, finally having the courage to maintain eye contact with your boyfriend. “I promise.”

He sighed and pulled you in for a hug. You blinked in shock at the sudden display of affection in what had been a rather tense moment. “Sorry,” he mumbled into your hair. “Don’t know why it made me mad. I think it’s because before we were dating I used to be so jealous that he got to dance with you and I just felt that again when I saw you together.”

You chucked. “Baby, you don’t have to be jealous anymore. I’m yours.”

“I know.”

[galaxybrunost505]

66 "Stay over" + trixya!

Thanks for the ask honey! Who’d guess I’d end up incorporating another project I had in mind into this? I’ve been wanting to write a “Tiny Dancer” songfic forever! <3

Touring is exhausting, but Katya loves the chaos of it. She hasn’t slept in three days, barely managing to nap between performances. Her eyes are darkened by tiredness, her skin is already showing signs of dehydration, her muscles ache and all of her joints are sore. There is nothing she doesn’t love about it.

Heathers is what younger people like to call a “vintage group”. They were big in the late 80s all the way to the early 2000s and decided now would be a good time for a reunion tour, endearingly titled “Who the fuck is Heather?”, all across the biggest cities in America. Katya was happy to finally get a somewhat stable job, at least for a good amount of weeks, but getting to hang out with Carmen, Delta, Manila, and Raja turned out to be a cool bonus. They were accessible and funny, didn’t abuse any kind of substance (at least not in front of the crew), and always made sure to thank everyone for their hard work. No other artist Katya has ever danced for had been so attentive to their staff. 

“It’s nice working for them,” Trixie, the seamstress, told her in their first costume fitting. “I think you’ll feel right at home.” 

“Are you coming on tour with us?” Katya asked, observing the girl with a mouthful of pins work her hands around her waist and nod. She looked back at the mirror in front of her. “Then I guess I might.”

Trixie has been the best part of touring so far. Feeling her hands running up and down her body under the girl’s watchful eyes during fittings was enough of a reason to convince her she’d have a good time on the road. They spend all of their free time together, visiting restaurants in every city they stop at and telling each other about their lives outside of being a member of the Heathers’ staff. She learns Trixie is originally from Wisconsin and has been an LA lady ever since she finished college, having moved there trying to pursue a career in fashion. She learns Trixie’s favorite singer is Dolly Parton and she taught herself how to play the guitar, but always knew music wasn’t for her. She learns Trixie’s eyes sparkle under white lights and that her hair smells of fresh mint, maybe lemon. She learns Trixie’s laughter flows through her entire body and that she always raises her eyebrows before telling a bad joke. She learns Trixie can handle three shots of tequila before she starts rambling about how sure she is Bill is Sophie’s father and that her cheeks are drained from all color when she has a hangover the next day. She learns Trixie likes to call her Tiny Dancer, but hasn’t nicknamed anyone else in the crew.

She realizes she’s fucked when they spend the night in Louisville and Trixie knocks on her hotel room door twenty minutes after they should’ve gone to bed with a pirate smile and a bottle of Jack. Katya has no choice but to let her in. It becomes an easy routine to fall into. Three cities later, Trixie starts getting rowdy with her drinks. 

“Who’s the hottest Heather?” she asks, facing Katya on her bed and playing low music on the TV. 

“I know everyone says Carmen, but I’ll go with Raja. I think it’s the gray hair,” Katya answers, sipping straight from the bottle before passing it to Trixie, who takes a big gulp. “And she’s always been nice to me, especially when we had to learn the choreo for the closing number.”

“So that’s your type, tall, lean, and gray-haired? How could I ever stand a chance, Tiny Dancer?”

Katya’s heart falls out of her asshole, but she giggles instead of frowning. “I think Raja is the one who doesn’t stand a chance. Not while you’re around, at least.”

Trixie uses her arms to support herself closer to Katya, shifting positions to kneel on the bed. Katya can feel the girl’s breath on her face but keeps looking into her eyes, pretending she isn’t intimidated by the gorgeous blonde. “So you’re saying you think I’m hotter than Raja?”

“I’m saying you’re the hottest girl I’ve ever met.” Trixie smirks. “What?”

“You sure don’t act like it.” Katya blushes. 

“What do you suggest I do about it?”

“Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer.”

***

Trixie doesn’t say anything about it once they get to Nashville. They spend the day as they usually do, and Katya doesn’t feel the seamstress leaning into her touch any more than she did before, she doesn’t feel Trixie’s lips hovering over hers when it’s just the two of them alone. It doesn’t take her long to realize Trixie thinks it was a mistake. 

“Don’t you think we should talk about last night?” Katya asks, referring to the cigarette they shared and the snippets of sleepy pillowtalk she can still recall. 

“It wasn’t a big deal, was it?” Trixie responds. Katya knows that while she was letting her own eyes glimmer as she looked up at Trixie, the girl’s touch on her was still on skin level, no deeper than that. She gulps remembering how wrecking it was having Trixie get up, get dressed, and leaving her alone with her thoughts. “I had fun. I know you did too,” she winks. They don’t talk for the rest of the day.

She expects to spend the night lonely, bitter, and exhausted in her hotel room, but a knock on the door surprises her. Trixie greets her with a hungry kiss and a bottle of cheap rum. Once again, Katya lets her in. Once again, Trixie is gone as soon as she’s done for the night. She keeps letting Trixie in and out until they get down to New Orleans. 

“You fit right into my hand,” Trixie hums, tracing Katya’s naked waist with the tips of her fingers. The headlights on the highway illuminate the room through the gaps in the curtains. Katya leans closer to her as Trixie searches for her eyes. “I have to go.” Katya watches her brown eyes, looking for the place where the words come from, but for some reason, she feels like it isn’t there. Her hand reaches out to touch Trixie’s face, which earns her a peck on the palm. “It’s getting late.”

“Why do you always go?” Katya blurts out in a whisper. Trixie licks her lips. “Every night you come here and you give me the world, and before I know it you’re gone.”

“I didn’t think you minded it,” Trixie says. “You let me go every time.”

She grabs Trixie’s arms before she can turn to get up, letting her heart fall right from between her lips. “Stay over,” she asks. “Please.” Their breaths melt together in one as Trixie kisses her softly, slowly. 

“Then hold me closer, Tiny Dancer.”

[pgsuran]

wow hello really unprepared (no pages, nothing...ik im sorry) but hype to be here! i haven’t been in a idol rp in ages so i. am. excite. anyway this is redux’s ko suran (23), part of cross_over’s vocal and unnie line and as well as over’s leader. you can read about her bio here and i’ll highlight personality/tidbits below (apologies if it seems out of order etc i’m just listing things as i think of it)!! excited to plot with everyone!

right, so miss former judo star (star? barely) now idol! her on-screen personality teeters more to the boyish side, tough/playful/casual etc (real big sister vibes); despises doing aegyo and is very competitive. loves slapstick and puns. 

off-screen she is about the same, only a lot more anal about things pertaining to their performance etc (strive for perfection, always!). also likes to cling and annoy the younger members (excessive cooing and babying @maknae). bit selfish, bit childish (exercising the right to be both now that she doesn’t have to be looking after her kid siblings ((though really it’s about the same being in unnie line @cross_over though so idk))), resident fixer-upper around the dorms (yes, duct tape does fix almost everything)

known for: “strong”, reliable, eating, default .png smile in nearly every group selfie, bg dance machine, rumored dating scandal (****RUMORED****) 

likes keeping fit (works out often (pilates, aerial yoga etc)), hiking, taking up new hobbies (very much a try everything type of person), early morning jogs (all alone with nobody to bother her), cleaning/chores (it’s therapeutic okay), cooking (trying new recipes :D) 

dislikes petty disagreements (getting caught up in them etc), having to explain herself (NOT good with words when she’s overly emotional, runs her mouth; thankfully has never gotten to that point with any of the team), being lied to, ridiculously short hemlines for all their stage outfits (=-=), cucumber, bitter-melon, dieting (but thankfully doesn’t have to do too much with a high metabolism like hers)

things used to work part-time at a couple places when she was a trainee (bbq joint, barista, etc), has a few times asked certain stars for signs for her younger siblings, does occasionally fall into a pann backhole looking herself up (and getting mixed feelings out of it), tries to update social media often/interact with fans but isn’t good at solo vlives (b/c she’s never sure of what to say), will 100% fall asleep if she sits still for long enough so she always keeps! it! moving!, knows her limits well and so never tries to do things she’s not adept in (so she doesn’t embarrass herself AND the group), big fat crush on kim soohyun 

currently learning english to communicate with international fans, some embroidery (*Attempting), learning new choreo 

plots i have none... : D but i’m open to anything!

[aspenthicket]

now that i have some time, i’m gonna talk abt my thoughts on Black Friday. It’s below the cut and i should warn y’all that it’s just going to be random trains of thought. there will be criticism, but also lotsa praise! 

overall i liked it, though it’s def far from my favorite musical of theirs. I’d put it level with TTO (which is funny when thinking abt how different they are)

Dylan, as always, steals the show, although everyone was just???? so good. everyone was suited to their roles perfectly and the vocals were A+

don’t get me wrong, I wish Jeff would sing in his lower range more often (like in “America’s Great Again”) because it’s beautiful, but i personally thought he killed the falsettos and that his higher range sounded much stronger than in TGWDLM. especially that one note. you know the one.

i think the decision to heavily focus on so many characters was a poor choice and that’s why the musical feels incomplete. it’s not the vague ending, it’s that we barely got to know the characters to any depth.

on that note, it prob should have stuck to McNamara, Tom, and Lex as main characters (at least based on the beginning) & possibly had McNamara somehow working them instead of the president

honestly i was just not very attached to any of the characters except sorta Tom, and that’s mostly because Dylan could make me cry even if he was singing the phone book

i def agree with people that the superpower reveal sucked and then?? only existed in this musical to give Lex a gun

the creep factor was tight and i was actually a little freaked when the president went into the black and white

the political commentary? the anti-capitalism commentary? beautiful

anyway joey should play villains always. i mean i love him in any role, but he is so good as a villain

also that was, as of now (having seen the show once and not listened to a single song again), the only song to really stand out as one i’ll def listen to more. but it’s typical of me to not love musical’s songs the first time i hear them/grow to love them, so

Jaime was given a, frankly, terrible character to play and i’m lowkey bitter she didn’t get a decent and larger role because she’s soooooo talented

although she had some Iconic lines, i just wasn’t feeling Linda. I mean i adore Lauren, but i remember feeling distinctly disappointed when i realized that Linda would be her main role in the show. she was funny for a scene, but too bland as a villain

so i know the theory is alternate dimensions and all but i cannot stop thinking about the last song seemingly implying groundhog day and the idea that like..... the creatures/aliens/whatever are not only resetting the timeline over and over, but that they’re tweaking “settings” (relationships to one another, for example) and trying different things to control people with. it could be for fun, but what if they just aren’t getting the outcome they want? which is strange, because they won in TGWDLM and the ending to Black Friday is vague.

it’s only a game, i guess it’s only a game, Black Friday is nothing but a—

there’s also the whole “Black Friday is a musical made by the aliens from TGWDLM” theory that, while i don’t like, does make sense given Paul’s singing in the end

no but really, we gotta discuss Paul singing

speaking of the vague ending, i do think our questions will be answered in the next show. but let’s be honest, that doesn’t make the vague ending less disappointing

despite any criticism, i genuinely enjoyed watching it and that’s what matters

personally, less humor didn’t bother me. in fact, outside of Starkid, i usually avoid stuff labeled comedy and prefer drama, including other musicals. I usually prefer drama with a small dose of humor, but never 50/50 (or worse), tho Starkid has always been good about finding a balance. This musical leaned more into my typical preference, but i literally wouldn’t have complained either way! I love that they took a step into trying something a little more serious

I def agree with some people saying the camera was too pulled in at times. i would rather have a static camera just showing the stage than miss out on choreo tbh

Jon as the lawyer was fjdsakfhjfkhsfdjksfhskjf

this show really gave us some Feminist Icons

the TGWDLM references being super obvious and heavy honestly just made them funnier imo. like half of them had no subtlety at all and i love it

“i’ve met god, he had nothing nice to say about you”

maybe if the audience and i both gasp loud enough about emma and paul we can create a portal to another world and go into it

the man in a hurry made me cackle every time tbh

okay but did joey take the apple back