#there was something DIFFERENT about this comeback bro… it was so good

[lilacmingi]

ICE ON MY TEETH MUSIC VIDEO?! And Mingi’s line? Like WYM HIT THAT BOOTY???

[cinnamanz]

✦ ─── 2 𝓱ands , 𝓢ophia 𝓛aforteza keep your hands on me.

─── 𝓢ophia never considered herself the jealous type—until you got a haircut. overnight, it was like the whole world had started seeing you differently, comments about how fine you looked haunting her everywhere. no wonder she'd bossed you to have your hands on her at all times.

❝𝓷eed a little less talk, 𝓪nd a lot more touch.❞

౨ৎ 𝓹airing. sophia laforteza x katseye seventh member!yn ౨ৎ 𝓰enre. fluff, established relationship wc. 4417 a/n. good god i need to stop yapping ab details in fics i keep dragging them on on the other hand, this is my compensation for lowk neglecting u guys nd not bringing food to rhe tsble but i fear its school thats got me on a leash nd unless smn takes one for the team nd burns my school down thisll be happening more nd more often CS EXAMS ND ASSESSMENTS R COMING UP NF IMA BAWL CS WTFFFF EVERYTHING IS TOO FAST IM SO LOST FUCKKKKKKK may or may not have taken too long to get to the part where its actually inspired by 2 hands mbmb the use of 2 hands's lyrics was lowk cringy😟 NAWT PROOFREAD AT ALL🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️🙅‍♀️ enjoy homos❤️

❝𝓲 just want your two hands on me at all times, baby. 𝓲f you let go, better put 'em right back, fast.❞

JEALOUSY WAS NEVER SOPHIA’S THING—at least, that’s what she always told herself. she knew you—her girlfriend, loved her. knew with every fibre of her being that you would never do anything deliberate to hurt her, never purposely stoke the ugly fire that smoldered deep in her chest. 

so why was it that, right now, the green-eyed monster clawed its way up her throat, curled around her ribcage, and blurred her vision like a stain she couldn't scrub away?

you’d gotten a haircut a few days ago—something sharper, something that framed your face so effortlessly it was almost unfair. it was the kind of change that ensured the girl crush label stuck to you permanently, as if it hadn’t already. and somehow, impossibly, it made you look even better—dare sophia say hotter—than before.

and safe to say, sophia wasn’t the only one who noticed. unfortunately.

the moment you turned to management and asked if you’d need a wig to hide your fresh cut from the eyekons before going live—like the other members had to in the newest tiktoks they were dishing out—their response was quick, casual—no need, you were free to show it off. gain more attention and eyes on the group before the comeback.

and that was all you needed to hear.

without a second thought, you propped your phone up on the table in your shared room with manon and daniela, fingers adjusting the angle with practiced ease, lips curling into a giddy smile. 

anticipation thrummed in your chest, an excited buzz settling beneath your skin as you ran a hand through your freshly cut hair, contemplating whether to hide it beneath a cap before settling to just tugging on the strings of your hoodie, tucking your hair out of sight from the camera.

the viewer count came rushing in the second you’d tapped ‘start live’, and your curious eyes peered at the camera, squinting to see what they’d been commenting about before shaking your head, a small chuckle of amusement spilling past your lips. 

user56 bro u look like an egg tf user1 humpty dumpty who?? user9 i think she pulls it off idk bout yall user0 ion care she can still get it even tho she looks like an idiot user2 i like them a little weird user89 GIRL TURN IT AWFFF

“i look like an egg like this? oh wow, that’s interesting. thank you.” you deadpanned, amusement flickering in your eyes as you read the comment aloud. a soft laugh slipped past your lips, shaking your head before tilting it slightly, as if assessing your reflection on the screen.

you kept the playful banter going for a few more minutes, responding to teasing messages with quick-witted remarks, occasionally tugging at the edge of your hood in mock offense. finally, you sighed, dramatic and drawn out, before giving in with a knowing hum. 

your fingers found the drawstring of your hoodie, twirling it lazily around one fingertip before tugging it loose. slowly, almost teasingly, you pushed the hood back, revealing the slightly poofy and mussed strands of your fresh haircut, the soft layers settling into place after being trapped beneath the fabric.

the moment your hair was freed, your hands instinctively shot up, smoothing over the mess, fingertips gently carding through the strands in an attempt to tame them. a small mirthful chuckle escaped you, a mix of amusement and mild exasperation at the way the hood had left your hair slightly disheveled. 

but even then, you still looked effortlessly good. and judging by the flood of excited comments rolling in, and eyekons definitely agreed.

"we vibing with it, chat?" you murmured, tilting your head slightly as your fingers absentmindedly combed through your hair, trying to smooth down the strands that had been ruffled by your hoodie. 

your lips pressed into a thin line, dissatisfaction creeping in as you examined your reflection on the screen, the messiness making your fresh cut look a little less put-together than you had intended.

"shouldn’t have actually hidden it away from you guys," you admitted with a soft sigh, shaking your head. "or it wouldn’t have been this messy."

your hands worked quickly, gently pushing some strands into place, but after a moment of struggling, you huffed in mild frustration. deciding to leave it as it was, you leaned forward, reaching for your glasses resting on the table. with practiced ease, you slid them on, blinking a few times as your vision sharpened.

"my bad, guys," you said, lips twitching into a sheepish smile as you settled back into place. "couldn’t be assed to put on my contacts."

user90 raw raw ah ah ah or wtv it was lady gaga said user56 okay guys fess up who tf took my pants user4 iSWEAR my pants were just on user77 and the crowd is… undressing themselves⁉️⁉️⁉️⁉️ user78 omg girl dont play w me like that i might js make u mine user43 and FUCK whoever’s dating u bruh u look too good ima nut get OUTTTTTT user68 thank GOD my phone’s waterproof‼️‼️‼️ user70 TIL THE NEIGHBOURS LEARN HER NAME😭😭😭😭 user45 FLASH US

the chat exploded with reactions—some gushing over how good you looked, others teasing about your laziness, and more than a few keyboard smashes from people who were clearly losing their minds over the combination of the new haircut and glasses. 

you chuckled at the chaos, pushing your frames up the bridge of your nose before relaxing into the moment, letting the eyekons take it all in.

sophia who was watching just downstairs, however, wasn’t all that amused with the comments that flooded your live.

it was a jumpscare, truly. the moment sophia groggily unlocked her phone and opened tiktok, still blinking sleep from her eyes, she was met—ambushed, really—by an edit of your live from last night. the screen instantly flooded with clips of you, your freshly-cut hair falling effortlessly into place, set to the smooth, sultry beat of redbone by childish gambino.

typical, she thought dryly at the sound choice, but that didn’t stop the way her breath hitched slightly.

the light from her phone bathed her face in a bright glow, illuminating every tiny movement of her fingers as she instinctively scrolled down, her thumb hovering over the comment section before she could even think twice about it. she already knew what to expect, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating.

and sure enough, the comments were just as bad—if not worse—than the ones from last night. thirsting, keyboard smashes, people losing their goddamn minds over you. all of it blurred together in an overwhelming stream of admiration, and sophia could feel a familiar, unwelcome heat creeping up her neck.

because, god, of course everyone had to notice how good you looked. and of course, they wouldn’t shut up about it.

it didn’t help that the next few swipes on her for you page led to even more edits—clip after clip of your live from last night, set to sultry, slow-burning tracks that only seemed to emphasize just how good you looked. 

the way your freshly cut hair fell into place, the way your glasses slid down the bridge of your nose before you pushed them up absentmindedly, the way you’d smirked slightly at the camera without even meaning to—it was all there, replaying in high definition, edited to perfection, and worst of all, everywhere. god.

sophia groaned, flopping onto her back as she mindlessly scrolled, but she wasn’t about to just watch and let it slide. no, she was documenting this. saving receipts.

in less than an hour, she had added over fifty different edits of you into a private folder under your name, her fingers moving almost on autopilot. every new clip she found—save. another slow zoom-in on your face—save. a dramatic transition to the beat drop—definitely save.

by the time she was done, she was sure she had absolutely flooded the eyekons’ notifications, her name popping up repeatedly as she went on her little jealousy-infused saving spree.

but she didn’t care. not even a little.

because in her mind, this wasn’t just a collection—it was a statement. a quiet, possessive claim, a subtle way of reminding the eyekons exactly who you belonged to. every save, every tap of her screen, was her way of saying: watch all you want, but just know—she’s mine. and wait—no, no, no. jealousy is bad. an ugly feeling she shouldn’t be feeling. 

but the moment you’d walked into her shared room with yoonchae all mussed from sleep and seeking her out first thing in the morning, sliding into bed next to her, body molding onto hers and—to hell with it.

she’d decided to go live the next day out of pure boredom and cause chaos (unbidden flirting).

clad in an oversized black hoodie—one she had definitely swiped from your closet without asking—sophia lounged comfortably in front of the camera, the fabric swallowing her frame in a way that made it clear it was never hers to begin with. 

the sleeves fell just past her wrists, slightly bunched at her hands as she lazily adjusted the hem. paired with it was a black baseball cap, probably one of the few articles of clothing she actually owned, its curved brim casting a subtle shadow over her sharp features.

her free hand drifted to the waistband of the grey sweatpants she was wearing—another piece that was, without a doubt, stolen from your closet. with a quick tug, she adjusted the way they rested on her hips, ensuring they fit just right before letting her hand drop.

user44 GOOD GODDDDD user88 that hoodie looks rlyyyy familiar ms laforteza user51 SOPHIA LIVE OH GOD BLESS😭😭😭😭😭😭 user50 can u be my girlfriend for three seconds user41 BROOOOO I NEED U SO BAD SHUT UPPPP user32 how have u been sophia???

her lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she glanced at the screen, watching the comments flood in—messages filled with excitement, teasing remarks about her outfit, and, of course, plenty of people calling her out for very obviously wearing your clothes again. she simply raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence as she leaned in slightly, skimming through the chaotic flood of words.

but she didn’t deny it. not once.

it wasn’t until halfway through the live that the shift in the comment section became impossible to ignore. at first, it had been the usual chaos—people gushing over her, teasing her about the hoodie, and thirsting over every little movement she made. but then, as if on cue, the flood of questions about you started rolling in.

user55 hey queen so whats the deal w y/n?? is she single perchance😌😌😌 user63 is y/n there w u??? user80 is y/n single?? asking for a friend nd research purposes🌚🌚 user66 blink twice if y/n is in the room

mixed in with those were the more audacious ones—the teasing, flirty messages that made sophia’s jaw clench ever so slightly.

user90 how does one marry y/n?? help a girl out pls user82 can i marry y/n??

“no, you can’t marry y/n.” she’d replied, her fingers, which had been lazily toying with the hem of her hoodie, stilled. she blinked at the screen once. twice.

narrowing her eyes, she hooked her fingers under her chin, tilting her head slightly as she peered at the comment section with squinted, unmistakably disapproving eyes. her lips pressed into a firm line, and for a moment, she just stared, letting the weight of her silence settle over the chat.

and if the eyekons watching had any sense at all, they’d know exactly what that look meant.

“what’s that about me?”

sophia’s eyes snapped up from the screen of the live the moment she caught movement from the doorway, her sharp, narrowed gaze instantly softening at the sight of you.

there you stood, bathed in the dim glow of the room, your expression puzzled as you tilted your head slightly, brows knitting together in mild confusion. dressed in baggy clothes—an oversized hoodie that hung loosely over your frame and sweatpants that pooled slightly at your ankles—you looked effortlessly comfortable, the kind of effortlessness that made sophia’s chest tighten just a little. 

your prescription glasses perched on the bridge of your nose, a clear sign that it was far too late in the night for you to bother with contacts. in one hand, you loosely gripped a bottle of water, your other hand absentmindedly brushing at your sleeve as your bare feet padded quietly against the floor, carrying you toward her without hesitation.

completely unaware.

unaware of the absolute chaos happening in her live chat. unaware of the thirsting, the borderline feral comments flooding in, the way the eyekons were already losing their minds over the mere mention of your name. and most of all, unaware of the way sophia was staring at you—conflicted.

because in that moment, she wasn’t sure what she wanted more—to selfishly keep you out of the frame, away from their prying eyes, or to let them see you, let them understand exactly why she looked at you the way she did.

but before she could make a decision, you made it for her.

with an easy step forward, you popped into the frame, completely oblivious to the digital uproar you had just caused, a sweet, sleepy smile tugging at your lips as you greeted the screen. 

"hi, eyekons," you murmured, voice thick with sleep, raspy in a way that sent an immediate shiver down sophia’s spine. "how’re we doin’ tonight? good?"

your words were slow, unhurried, tinged with the warmth of drowsiness as you blinked at the screen, adjusting your glasses with a lazy push of your knuckle against the frame. your lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as you nodded, as if genuinely pleased by the flood of chaotic responses rolling in.

user77 girl i cant do ts rn im ovulating bad user66 standing ovulation or wtv the saying is user62 heyyyy so lunch by billie eilish?? user79 MY DREAM RIDE😻😻😻😻😻😻😻😻 user39 WHATT HEJVUKFMFK WHAT THEUCKVLVMK user50 CLEAN UP ON AISLE MY PANTS😭😭😭😭😭😭 user99 cldnt even edge to ts i exploded IMMEDIATELY😂😂😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 user34 the crowd would applaud but their hands are busy😭😭😭 user14 i swear my pants were JUST on

"i’m glad," you hummed, voice dipping even lower, softer—dangerous.

sophia didn’t stand a chance.

the moment the sound of your voice filled the room, she could feel the heat crawling up her neck, warm and betraying. without thinking, she subtly turned her face away from the camera, pretending to adjust her hoodie as she desperately tried to will away the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

but of course, you noticed.

your gaze flickered toward her, amusement dancing in your sleep-heavy eyes, and a quiet chuckle slipped past your lips—gentle, teasing.

"what’s with you?" you asked, voice lilting, but sophia refused to look at you, choosing instead to stare pointedly at her phone as if it could somehow save her from this situation.

it absolutely could not.

“nothing,” she tried to fib through her teeth. her face was half-hidden from the camera, but you knew her well enough to picture the exact shade of pink dusting her cheeks, the way she’d press her lips together in a tight line to keep from giving herself away. “don’t worry about it.”

a slow, knowing smile tugged at your lips, though you chose not to push any further—for now. instead, you shook your head in amusement, eyes twinkling as you took in the rare sight of sophia, who was normally so composed, absolutely crumbling before your eyes.

"someone’s suddenly a little camera shy," you mused, voice dipping into something teasing, playful.

sophia let out a quiet huff, still turned away, fingers absentmindedly tugging at the hem of the hoodie she’d stolen from you, as if focusing on that would somehow help her regain her composure.

and for a few minutes, she did just that—taking slow, measured breaths, schooling her features back into something neutral, forcing the heat in her cheeks to die down. when she finally popped back into frame, her expression was much steadier, though the faintest traces of pink still lingered on her skin.

thankfully, the purple lighting she’d chosen for the live worked in her favour, casting a soft glow that helped mask the last remnants of her flustered state. she busied herself with scrolling through the chat, acting as though nothing had happened, her posture relaxed, exuding an air of practiced nonchalance.

or, at least, she tried to.

because just as she started to settle back into her usual rhythm, her brows twitched—barely, but enough—as her ears picked up on something that immediately set her back on edge.

"oh, baby, you’re too sweet," you purred, your voice dripping with playful flirtation as you read a particularly bold comment from an eyekon. "but if you keep talking to me like that, i might just have to take you out on a date."

user51 MY TURN user23 A TEAR ROLLED DOWN MY LEG user89 OHMGYGOD IVOLUNTER ASTRIBYTE user62 RAWRAWRARAWRARWRAW user94 THISMADE BOTH OF MY LIPS SMILE user42 raw i meant AWWWWWW user82 this so made my hole weak I MEANT MY WHOLE WEEK user42 i am not cinderella but ik it fits user51 born to cowgirl, forced to fangirl💔💔💔💔💔 user41 i have nothing appropriate to say HER VOICE UGHHHHH user17 i finally got the water bed everyone wanted in 2016 user88 good now OIL UP user33 YOU GUYS ARE ABSOLUTE ANIMALS IN HERE WTF ENOUGH GUYS ENOUGH YOU HORNDOGS user21 all ten fingers.

sophia froze.

her grip on her the drawstring of your hoodie tightened slightly, her jaw ticking as she forced her gaze to remain on the screen, pretending to be invested in the chat. 

but anyone who knew her—especially you—could see the barely concealed flicker of irritation in her expression, the slight way her nostrils flared, the way her fingers twitched as if she were this close to reaching out and physically covering your mouth to put an end to whatever nonsense you were spewing.

she knew you were just playing around. she knew it.

but that didn’t stop the possessive heat from curling low in her stomach, nor did it stop the subtle shift in her posture—back straightening, shoulders rolling back, as if preparing to stake her claim without saying a word.

user1 guys im kinda scared of sophia user79 SHES LOOMING HELPPP user52 guard dog who user93 damn sophia my b for even looking at yn user84 im gna sleep now okay?? dont choke me in my sleep pls user77 I WAS JS PLAYING W YN PLS DONT KILL ME user91 holy shit i js got shivers down my spine

sophia hadn’t meant to react so quickly, so instinctively, but the second another flirtatious comment slipped past your lips, she couldn’t hold back anymore. before she even registered what she was doing, her hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your arm in a vice grip—possessive, unwavering.

your amusement only grew at the sudden contact, lips parting slightly as you turned away from the chat, gaze landing on sophia. her expression was downright murderous, eyes dark, pupils blown wide with a sharp intensity that sent a shiver down your spine.

without a word, she yanked your arm toward her, grip tightening as if to silently remind you who you belonged to. both of her hands locked around your forearm now, as if afraid you’d slip away if she loosened her hold even slightly.

and then—thud.

in her urgency, her knee jerked forward, slamming against the table. the impact sent her phone tumbling forward, landing screen-down with a soft clack, the camera immediately blacking out. the live was still running, but now all the eyekons could hear was the sharp rustle of movement, the sound of fabric shifting, a muffled noise—

because in the very next second, sophia had tugged you forward, pulling you straight between her thighs with a force that left you momentarily stunned. and before you could even process what was happening, her hands were on you—one threading into your hair, fingers tangling at the base of your skull, the other firmly cupping the back of your neck, anchoring you in place.

and then she kissed you.

no hesitation, no teasing buildup—just pure, unfiltered need.

it was all-consuming, the way she melted against you, the way her lips moved with a desperation that sent your mind reeling. 

she kissed you like you were her oxygen, like she had been starving for you this entire time—which she has been to be fair, and now that she had you, she refused to let you go. her fingers tightened in your hair, tugging slightly, as if to draw you in even closer—though there was hardly any space left between you.

but just as you were getting lost in the heat of it—just as you felt yourself melting into her touch—she suddenly pulled away, her hands shifting to your shoulders.

and then, without warning, she pushed you back.

you barely had a second to react before your back hit the couch once again, a soft groan escaping you as sophia moved fast, swinging a leg over your waist and straddling you with ease, her knees pressing into the cushions on either side of your hips.

you blinked up at her, breathless, dazed, lips still tingling from the kiss. but she didn’t give you a moment to recover. the rest of the world faded, the chat, the live, the teasing—nothing else mattered except this. except her. just like how she’d intended. and she leaned back in for more.

user77 HELLO??? WHAT IS GOING ON user51 GET ME OUT OF THE BASWMENY user11 BTCHCICHFUHFIE WTAFFDTFYE WHAT IS GOIUNG ON HELLO user78 I HEARD THAT user12 smn pick me up im scared user82 bon appetite to sophia ig user94 AT LWAST END THE LIVE????? user73 am i interrupting sumn user93 freak ON user44 media training went out the window im crying theyre not even tryna hide it HELPPP user25 probably making out in my cellular phone i pay for every month??? diabolical work i feel targeted.

sophia had no idea how she’d ended up here—pressed into the middle of a drunken, swaying crowd, the bass thrumming so hard it rattled her ribs, the air thick with sweat, alcohol, and the kind of recklessness that came with too many shots and too little self-control.

this was not what you had promised.

"it'll be chill," you’d said, smiling so sweetly at her earlier, brushing your fingers through her hair as you reassured her that it was just a casual going-away party for your friend—nothing too wild. 

but now? some random guy had the audacity to press up against her, subtly—or not so subtly—trying to grind against her like she wouldn’t notice. like she’d let him.

with an irritated grunt, she shoved him off, barely sparing him a glare before weaving through the crowd, jaw clenched. she barely knew your friend, didn’t care to, really. she wouldn’t even be out of bed right now if it were up to her, more than happy to be curled up under the covers with you, watching mamma mia back to back before switching to your personal favorites—until the two of you inevitably dozed off.

but no.

you just had to have plans. just had to drag her to some bullshit party for a friend jetting off to europe to “find the woman of her life.”

sophia cursed under her breath, her usually calm composure cracking as frustration simmered beneath her skin. her hands itched—aching to grab ahold of you, to pull you against her and make sure every single person here knew you weren’t up for grabs.

the flashing, colorful lights of the room made everything simultaneously too bright and too dim, disorienting her as she searched. the pulse of the music did nothing to drown out the growing sense of urgency clawing up her spine.

she should’ve never let you out of her sight—oh, there you are.

sophia could feel it creeping in—the sharp, insidious burn of jealousy sinking its claws into her chest, wrapping tight around her ribs like a vice for the second time that week.

surrounded by a cluster of women, all too eager to lean in, to bat their lashes, to laugh a little too loudly at something you’d said—something that, knowing you, probably wasn’t even that funny. yet there they were, hanging onto every word, eyes lingering a little too long, bodies angled a little too close.

her jaw clenched.

her vision blurred at the edges, tinted green with something she refused to name, but it propelled her forward before she could think twice, her feet carrying her straight to you, drawn in like gravity itself had shifted. 

she slipped through the crowd with practiced ease, a mask of indifference settling over her features like second nature—calm, cool, unreadable. but beneath the surface? she was nothing but raw chaos.

without a word, her fingers curled around the fabric of your shirt, tugging you back, away from them, to her. her hands moved instinctively, slipping over yours, guiding them down, redirecting—staking claim.

she flattened your palms against her waist, holding them there, her body pressing into yours like she needed you closer. always.

“want your two hands on me at all times, baby.” sophia's voice was a low murmur, silk-smooth and deliberate as she tilted her head back, lips just barely grazing your cheek before trailing toward your ear, a slow, teasing whisper meant for you—but performed for the lingering eyes around you.

“and if you let go, better put ‘em right back fast.” her grip on your hands tightened, guiding them to press firmer against her waist, as if daring you to even think about moving them away. her fingers curled around yours, possessive, a silent command to stay put. her heart pounded, a steady rhythm against your skin. 

"want your two hands on me.” like my life needs saving, she’d have dared utter if she wasn’t too lost in the way your breath hitched, fingers twitching against hers.

and maybe it did.

she leaned in closer, lips just barely brushing the shell of your ear, her breath warm and slow, sending shivers down your spine. “let ‘em all know.”

her hand ghosted back, fingers featherlight as they traced along your jaw before tilting your chin up just enough to meet her gaze, dark and unreadable.

“can you do it like that?”

masterlist.

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[bytemee]

chapter eight. | WHERE DO YOU SLEEP? — YU JIMIN.

𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 — y/n, a rising music producer, has built her dream career while keeping her personal life under wraps. karina, aespa’s leader, is preparing for a huge comeback with a mini album produced and written by the one and only y/n.

karina knows this is the opportunity of a lifetime, and she has to nail it. the only problem is, she may be a bit distracted by her producer.

something about their connection feels different—like maybe it's worth the risk of prying eyes. but how much will they give up to chase after what they want?

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 — angst, mentions of drinking (bro kinda has drinking problems), cringey if ur not locked in frfr, and let me know if there's more.

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 — 3.2k

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲— another filler chap...imsorry. i also recommend reading the extra content for this chap!

taglist (open) — @sunshinez4 @gtfoiydlyj @yuyuy90 @liaponderstings @rinapomu @bimkayd @minaripenguu

series masterlist. main masterlist. prev. next. extra content.

"have you eaten?"

"have you been sleeping well?"

"are you keeping hydrated?"

"have you had your vitamins?"

"is the food okay?"

"do you need anything?"

you look up from your lunch, raising an eyebrow. your mom's been fussing over you since the moment you stepped into the house, and she hasn't stopped since. you've only been here for an hour, but it feels like she's on a mission to make sure you're taking care of yourself. you hadn't been home in a while—too wrapped up in recording the album and writing, so when the opportunity arose, you jumped on it.

you missed your family, but your mom's been driving you crazy with her questions.

"mom, i'm fine. you don't have to worry," you reassure her. "i'm taking care of myself."

she doesn't look convinced. "are you sure?"

your dad snorts, earning a glare from her. he raises his hands in defense.

"what?" he asks, chuckling.

"don't you have a garden to tend to?" she huffs before turning her attention back to you.

he rolls his eyes, clearly used to her relentless questioning. before he can escape the conversation, your mom narrows her eyes at him. "that's right. speaking of the garden—"

your dad cuts her off with a grin, leaning back in his chair as if he's ready for whatever's about to come. "your daughter has a girlfriend!"

your eyes widen in surprise, and your mom freezes, her face turning slightly red. you glance between them, wondering how the hell your dad knows, especially since you haven't told them anything. you're caught between feeling embarrassed and laughing at your dad's teasing.

"wait," you start, "how did—"

"grandma may have mentioned it," your dad explains, giving you a wink.

"traitor," you mutter under your breath, earning a chuckle from him.

"excuse me?" she asks, blinking as if she didn't hear him correctly.

"you're excused," he says, shooting her a teasing smile.

your mom rolls her eyes, clearly annoyed, but she turns her attention back to you. "you've been hiding a girlfriend from me?"

"not intentionally," you protest. "i was going to tell you."

"well, i want to meet her," she insists.

you feel your cheeks heat up at the mention of karina. you hadn't exactly planned on bringing up your relationship with her just yet, let alone telling your mom—who's always been a little extra when it comes to knowing about your love life. but here you are, caught between your dad's teasing and your mom's hopeful gaze.

"i mean…" you glance down at your food, trying to find the right words. "we've just been… spending time together."

your mom raises an eyebrow, clearly not buying your attempt to downplay it. "spending time together? that doesn't sound like a casual thing to me."

"i'm just not sure we're there just yet," you explain, rubbing the back of your neck nervously. "we're still figuring things out, you know?"

your dad smiles, giving you a reassuring nod. "that's good. it's been a while since i've seen you like this."

you bite your lip, your mind racing with a million different things you want to say. but instead, you just take a deep breath, forcing yourself to relax. you know your parents aren't trying to embarrass you, and they are happy for you. and honestly, hearing your dad's words makes you feel better, calmer, knowing that they're here, supporting you.

"i think we've had enough of the interrogation, don't you?" your dad finally says, earning a small chuckle from you.

your mom huffs, but there's no malice in her tone. "fine, fine. but you better introduce me to her soon," she says, pointing a finger at you.

"i will," you assure her. "i promise."

that being whenever you get a hold of jimin yourself. after the two amazing nights the two of you shared, it's been difficult for the two of you to get ahold of each other, let alone spend some time together. the group is busy preparing for their comeback, and it's all hands on deck, meaning the members don't have much time for anything else.

it's been an entire week without the fleeting messages she'd send you and the few seconds on facetime. a week… your heart aches every single day. and even though you know it's a lot for her, a lot for the group, there's a part of you that can't help but wonder if you're a priority for her. it's not the first time the two of you have gone days, even weeks, without seeing each other, and the thought that maybe, just maybe, this is normal, settles in your stomach like a stone.

"so," your dad starts, breaking you out of your thoughts. "someone's birthdays coming up!"

"oh god," you groan, already knowing where this is going.

"what are your plans?" he asks, his eyes twinkling.

you give him a shrug. "i don't know. probably go see grandma. i have to be in milan around that time, but afterwards i'll be going to korea."

"that's it? that's your plan?" he asks, clearly disappointed. you can sense the disappointment in his voice, knowing that he was hoping for a more exciting answer. "well, i might plan something with friends when i get back," you offer, trying to appease him. "i just haven't had the time to think about it yet."

"but what about a party? you're turning 23! you need to celebrate."

"a party?"

he nods, and you shake your head, knowing full well he won't let it go until he gets his way. he's always been a sucker for parties, and he loves throwing them even more. he's a social butterfly, and he has a knack for planning events. if you ever do end up having a party, you know he'll be all over it.

your mom raises an eyebrow at your dad's enthusiasm, crossing her arms as she interjects, "let her decide, will you? not everyone wants a big party."

"but it's a milestone!" your dad argues, leaning forward with an excited grin. "she's 23—it's worth celebrating. besides, it doesn't have to be a huge thing, just close family and friends."

you were pretty content on having a very low-key birthday. just you, your grandma, and her amazing cooking. you've never been one for the attention, especially since most of the time, it comes at the expense of privacy. and you don't know when you'd be in america again to celebrate, so you'd rather not make a fuss about it.

"maybe," you concede, taking a bite of your food. "but i'll probably be too busy with work, anyway."

your mom frowns, shaking her head. "you can't let work control your life, y/n. it's your birthday."

"i know," you sigh. "but it's not like i can just ignore everything and pretend it doesn't exist."

she gives you a sympathetic smile. "well, at least think about it," she says, patting your hand. "we want you to be happy, honey."

"thanks, mom," you say, returning the smile.

the rest of the afternoon is spent with your mom catching you up on all the local news and gossip. she talks about how she ran into her old friend, who happens to be the new mayor, at the grocery store, and the two of them ended up chatting for nearly half an hour. you listen, half-interested, and make mental notes of which people to avoid.

as the day wears on, you find yourself relaxing. you've missed this: the quietness, the comfort, the familiarity. your home has always been a place where you feel safe, and now, even more so.

eventually, the sun begins to set, and your dad suggests watching a movie together, which turns into a debate between him and your mom about what movie to watch. your mom wants to watch a romantic comedy, but your dad wants to watch an action film. in the end, you settle on watching an animated movie, which you're glad for because the two of them start bickering over the choice, and you don't want to deal with that tonight.

after the movie ends, your parents retreat to their room, your dad grumbling good-naturedly about losing the remote war, and your mom teasing him about being a sore loser. you watch them go, a small smile tugging at your lips. their banter never changes, and it's something that always makes you smile, no matter how many times you've heard it.

the house falls quiet, but your thoughts don't. sitting alone in the living room, you scroll aimlessly through your phone. the silence around you feels suffocating, a sharp contrast to the noise inside your head. you tap on karina's contact, staring at her name. the urge to text her is strong, but you stop yourself, unsure of what you'd even say.

instead, you decide to head to the studio. it's late, but working on music has always been your way of processing everything, and you need it more than ever. grabbing your keys and notebook, you slip out of the house as quietly as possible, leaving a note for your parents just in case they wake up.

the drive to the studio is short, the streets almost deserted at this hour. there's a peacefulness about the city, a quiet that's only interrupted by the occasional car driving past, its lights cutting through the darkness. it doesn't take long to get settled in. you settle into the chair, setting up your laptop and plugging in your headphones. the glow of the screen bathes the small space as you dive into a project you've been meaning to finish. hours slip by unnoticed as you tweak melodies, adjust vocals, and layer harmonies.

the clock on your laptop reads 1:34 a.m., and your body feels heavy with exhaustion. you sigh, shutting your laptop with more force than intended before grabbing the bottle of liquor you'd stashed in the corner.

a few swigs later, the last of the burning liquid is gone, and your head is swimming. you lean back, letting the chair support your weight,as your fingers hover over your phone, hesitating. eventually, you force yourself to stand, grabbing your things and stumbling slightly as the room tilts for a moment. you know you need to go home.

the drive home is quiet, the streets even emptier than before. you roll down the window, letting the cold night air hit your face in an attempt to sober up. when you finally pull into the driveway, the house is dark, save for the porch light your mom always leaves on for you.

you make your way inside, careful not to make too much noise. setting your bag down by the door, you head to the kitchen for a glass of water. your mouth is dry, and your head is starting to hurt. you down the glass quickly, the cold liquid soothing the scratchiness in your throat.

"y/n?"

you turn, startled by the sudden voice. your mom is standing in the hallway, looking tired and disheveled.

"hey, mom," you say sheepishly, setting the glass down.

she frowns, taking in the sight of you. "why are you up so late?"

"i couldn't sleep," you explain. "so i went to the studio."

she doesn't seem convinced. "you haven't been sleeping well lately, have you?"

you shrug. "i'm fine, mom."

she shakes her head, crossing her arms. "you don't have to pretend. i can tell something's bothering you."

"it's nothing," you insist.

she gives you a pointed look, her brows furrowing. "y/n, you can talk to me, okay? whatever's going on, i'm here."

you glance down at your hands, tracing the edge of the counter with your fingers, avoiding her gaze.

"i know," you say quietly, swallowing the lump in your throat. "i just… i don't even know how to talk about it."

she steps closer, her voice gentle. "start with what's been keeping you up at night."

you sigh, running a hand through your hair. "it's jimin. things have been… complicated."

her face softens, and she pulls out a chair at the kitchen table, gesturing for you to sit. you follow her lead, sinking into the seat as she sits across from you, her eyes full of patience.

"i know she's busy. i know what i signed up for when we started this, but…" you pause, the words catching in your throat. "i feel like i'm barely a part of her life right now. it's like i'm waiting around for scraps of her time, and i hate feeling this way."

your mom nods slowly, letting you continue without interruption.

"i keep telling myself it's just temporary, that things will get better after her comeback," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "but what if it doesn't? what if this is just how it is? what if i'm asking for too much?"

"sweetheart," she starts, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "loving someone doesn't mean you have to shrink yourself or your needs. it's okay to want more. relationships are about balance—about giving and receiving in equal measure. if you're feeling like this, it means something's off. you can't just ignore it. you have to talk to her. communication is key."

you bite your lip, trying to keep the tears at bay. "i know. it's just… hard."

"i know it is," she says, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze. "but it's worth fighting for."

"yeah," you murmur, a wave of exhaustion washing over you.

"get some rest, honey," she says, standing up and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

jimin doesn't know how things got so complicated between the two of you. she tries to piece it together in the quiet moments between rehearsals and meetings, but everything feels like a blur. at first, it was just two days—two days where she'd been too swamped with her comeback preparations to even check her phone properly. every hour seemed to bring another schedule: choreography practice, vocal sessions, press interviews, and endless meetings about promotions. she'd told herself she'd call you later, but by the time she got back to her dorm each night, it was so late she was too tired to even think straight.

those two days stretched into a week, then two. each passing day made it harder for her to reach out, guilt twisting her stomach in knots. she'd open your message thread, staring at your last texts. your words had started cheerfully—encouraging her, asking how her day was, telling her you missed her. but as the days passed without a response, your texts grew shorter, more strained, and the distance between the two of you felt impossible to overcome.

jimin didn't mean to ignore you. she never wanted to make you feel forgotten, but there was so much on her plate. her members had been working tirelessly, and the stress had been taking a toll on all of them. she'd barely slept, her mind always racing with everything that needed to be done.

she thought about calling you late at night, but something always stopped her—the fear of waking you up, or worse, the fear of hearing frustration in your voice.

how did it come to this?

you'd always been her safe haven, the person she turned to when the world was falling apart. but now, she couldn't bring herself to reach out, scared that her absence would only make things worse.

and as the weeks dragged on, she tried to bury her guilt under her hectic schedule. but every time she caught sight of her phone, a sharp pang would shoot through her heart, and she'd find herself thinking about you. she missed you more than she could express, but she didn't know how to fix things.

jimin scrolls through her packed schedule for the next month, her eyes landing on the tour dates highlighted in bold. it's supposed to be an exciting time—her first time performing the song you two made together on stage.

but instead, she feels a bit uneasy. that song was yours as much as it was hers, and it was only fitting that you'd be there to share the moment with her. it's the perfect excuse—the perfect reason to text you, to reach out after the silence she's let grow between you.

before she can talk herself out of it, she sends you a message, her fingers shaking as she types.

"hey, i've got tour dates coming up, and i'll be performing our song. :) i'd really love for you to be there. can we talk?"

she presses send, her heart pounding as she waits for a response. a minute passes, then two. nothing. she stares at her phone, willing a reply from you.

the read receipt comes, and her stomach twists.

and her phone begins to vibrate.

jimin lets out a sigh of relief as she sees your name pop up on the screen. she accepts the call, bringing the phone to her ear.

"hey."

"hey."

there's a beat of silence, and the tension between the two of you is almost palpable.

"so, um," she starts, her voice soft. "i wanted to talk about the tour."

"okay."

"i was wondering if you'd be able to make it."

another beat of silence.

"i'm not sure," you say, your voice laced with uncertainty.

"oh."

"things are busy," you explain. "i have the vmas and…"

"right."

the word comes out flat, and she can't hide the disappointment in her tone. she hears you take a deep breath, and she imagines you sitting on the other end, struggling with how to respond.

"i'll try my best," you offer, but it doesn't ease the weight in her chest.

"okay."

silence.

"is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

"no, i guess not," she says, feeling dejected.

you're silent again.

"are we okay?" she asks hesitantly.

you let out a small sigh. "we're okay."

"are you sure?"

"yes."

she bites her lip, not believing you. she feels like she's walking on eggshells, and it scares her. the two of you have never had problems talking to each other, and now, she's not even sure what to say.

"do you miss me?"

it's a selfish question, but she needs to know.

"of course," you say, your voice wavering. "but sometimes, it feels like you're not here at all."

she feels her throat tighten. she knows she deserves that, but hearing it still hurts.

"jimin."

"yes?"

"do you remember what yesterday was?"

"yesterday?"

jimin frowns, the question catching her off guard. she tries to think back, but everything from the past few days has blurred into one hectic rush.

"uh… no, not really. why?"

you don't answer. instead, she can hear you let out a shaky breath.

"y/n, what's wrong?"

"nevermind."

"y/n—"

"just forget it," you say, your voice thick with emotion.

"please talk to me."

"it was my birthday, jimin."

her breath hitches, and her heart drops. she feels her throat tighten as realization hits her like a ton of bricks. the panic starts to claw at her chest.

"i… i—"

you don't let her finish, your voice quiet but tinged with the disappointment she knows she deserves.

"you missed it."

jimin's chest tightens even more. she feels the sting of guilt deep within her. how could she forget? how could she have been so consumed by everything else that she missed something so important to you?

"i'm so sorry," she says, her voice cracking. "i didn't… i didn't mean to. i swear."

you let out a slow exhale, and for a moment, the silence feels like it stretches on forever.

"i get it, jimin," you say, your voice softer now, though there's still an edge of hurt in it. "you're busy, and i'm not going to pretend i understand what you're going through. but i can't help but wonder—am i not important enough to be a part of your life? am i just a distraction, a side thing to you? because if i am, please, just tell me now."

"y/n, no, i—"

"i don't know, maybe i'm being unreasonable, or maybe it's my fault, but it feels like i'm the only one trying here. and i know i can't expect you to give me everything. i'm not asking for that. but i feel like the more i give, the less i get in return."

"i'm sorry," she chokes out, her chest tightening as the words sink in.

"i'm sorry too," you say, and there's a finality to it. "i need to go."

"y/n, please," she begs, her voice trembling. "don't go. please."

"i'll talk to you later, okay?"

"y/n."

"goodbye, jimin."

the line goes dead.

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[thegirlwiththeninjaturtletattoos]

Random Turtle HCs

Based on the Bayverse turts, guys are 25+ SFW

-Donnie listens to 70s/80s funk jams in the lab. Anything with a groovy beat helps keep him focused on his tasks, but sometimes he subconsciously starts dancing when his favorite songs come on the speakers. Mikey caught him once, and he's never heard the end of it.

-When they were tweens Mikey got Raph into animes like Dragonball Z and Bleach. It was something they both really got excited about when the re-runs would come on tv. As they get older, both guys still watch it together for a lil brother bonding time. They're currently binging Jujustu Kaisen and One Punch Man. Donnie will sometimes watch an episode or two with them, but he never really got into it. Leo makes fun of Mikey and Raph for liking such bro-y shows, but secretly watches shojo/shonen animes like Fruits Basket or Oran Host Club. He's re-watching Inuyasha right now (for the third time). He would die of embarrassment if his brothers found out (Donnie knows).

-After seriously pulling a muscle a few years ago, Leo got really into massage therapy. He did a bunch of research on physical therapy and different massage techniques, and figured out how to marry the two ideas so he could help out when his brothers inevitably hurt themselves. Cough *Mikey* Cough.

-Speaking of which, Mikey is literally always hurting himself. He's not clumsy, he's just a wild dude who tends to overestimate the capabilities of his board. He's smacked into the side of a building more times than his brothers can count.

-Raph has a tendency to yap in the weight room. He's serious about working out, but if one of his brothers comes in to work in with him, he'll get reeeaal chatty. It's just the space he feels most comfortable and open, where his walls come down. Mikey doesn't mind, but it bugs the crap out of Leo.

-Donnie has to be dragged to the weight room to lift weights. Leo insists on it, and even gave him a perfectly tailored workout plan, but Donnie will make up every excuse to not go. He's never been able to build muscle like his brothers, and they know that, but Leo still wants him to continue strength training. Once as a teen, he was tossed over Raph's shoulder and brought in. Raph got away mostly unscathed.

-Leo writes Star trek and Battlestar Galactica fanfic. No, I will not elaborate.

-Mikey has been teaching Splinter new slang words, mostly to irritate Leo. The other night at dinner he used "no cap" in a sentence, and Leo got up and left the table. Mikey was cackling.

-Donnie swears. A lot. Raph and Mikey do too, but Don is real bad. Leo tries not to, out of respect and in the name of good manners, but if he gets heated in a videogame against Mikey, watch out.

-Mikey struggles with depression, but uses his sense of humor to cope. His jokes occasionally border on self-depreciating, which is a heads up to his brothers that he's not doing great. They take camping trips or plan fun days to help him out of the funk.

-Leo is the biggest flirt in the world. He doesn't realize he's doing it sometimes, until his victims are more blush than person and a puddle on the floor.

-Donnie is incredibly sassy. Like 1000%. He loved sitcom shows like The Golden Girls growing up, and learned how to deliver absolutely fatal comebacks with ease. He doesn't strike to kill unless he's annoyed, usually.

-Raph loves to sing. Like actually loves it. He won't sing for his brothers, but if you follow him on nights when he sneaks off, he goes to abandoned warehouses for the acoustics. Raph has a beautiful voice, with a little rasp to it, and he likes the way it echoes off the rafters. He usually sings along with 90s/2000s r&b, but sometimes will pull out some classic rock ballads. He's been singing Because of You by Ne-yo the past few nights.

-When Mikey discovers a new artist that he likes, the whole lair knows. He plays the music on full blast, going through the full discography. Donnie usually has to threaten to disconnect the wifi before he'll turn it down. His newest fixation was the Silk Sonic album.

-All the brothers' music tastes are influenced by each other. Raph listens to Rap, Leo likes R&B, Mikey's into Hip Hop, and Donnie's music is soup (there's a bit of literally everything). They all share music with each other, adding to the queue when they're in the garbage truck. The only consensus is that country sucks.

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☆.｡.:* SAY MY NAME IN SECRET 02 feather 0.8k

IN WHICH you and sunghoon have been best friends since childhood, debuting under different companies but never drifting apart. after years of secretly dating, a blurry paparazzi photo of you two holding hands explodes online. your agency wants to deny everything, sunghoon wants to go public, and you? you just want to protect what’s yours.

you’re practically bouncing as you leave your dorm, jacket barely on as you rush to catch a cab. jay’s cooking is a luxury, and you’re not about to be late for it.

your phone buzzes.

you chuckle, slipping your phone into your pocket as the car pulls up.

📍 enhypen dorm | 8:27 PM

“there she is!” jake announces the second you step inside.

“our queen has arrived,” sunoo adds dramatically.

“shut up,” sunghoon mutters, pulling you into his side before you can react. his hoodie sleeves are long, covering most of his hands, but his grip is still firm as he presses a quick kiss to the top of your head. “missed you.”

“i knew it!” jake gasps.

“he was literally checking his phone every two minutes,” ni-ki teases.

you grin, leaning into him. “missed you too, hoonie.”

sunghoon tugs you toward the dining table, ignoring the boys’ exaggerated gagging sounds.

jay looks up from where he’s plating the food, and his expression softens when he sees you. “you’re just in time.

“my favorite chef,” you sigh dramatically, taking a seat.

sunghoon pulls out a chair next to you, grumbling, “unbelievable. i’m right here."

jay smirks. “sorry, hoon. some of us win affection with actual effort.”

dinner is perfect.

jay’s cooking is as good as always, and you make sure to tell him multiple times.

“if yn ever breaks up with me, it’s gonna be for you,” sunghoon mutters, stabbing at his food.

“facts,” jake agrees.

“shut up, jake,” sunghoon glares.

you laugh, bumping your knee against his under the table. “don’t be jealous, babe. you know i love you.”

his expression softens slightly, but he still huffs. “just saying. jay gets more compliments in an hour than i do all week.”

“that’s because jay feeds me,” you tease.

“so if i cook for you, i win?”

you blink. “i mean… yeah?”

jay’s eyes widen. “wait. hold on.”

the rest of the table falls into silence, realization dawning on them at the same time.

“park sunghoon,” heeseung says slowly, “are you telling me you’ve never cooked for your own girlfriend?”

sunghoon freezes. “…uh.”

chaos erupts.

“bro.”

“wow.”

“no words.”

“i feel betrayed,” jay says, clutching his chest.

“okay, okay, i get it,” sunghoon grumbles. he looks at you, expression somewhere between embarrassed and determined. “i’ll cook for you.”

your lips twitch. “you don’t have to, babe, i was just joking—”

“no, it’s the principle now,” he declares. “expect greatness.”

jay snorts. “yeah. sure."

after dinner, you help clear the plates, but the boys shoo you away before you can wash anything.

“you’re our guest,” jungwon insists.

“and our queen,” sunoo adds.

“i literally live here half the time,” you argue.

“exactly,” ni-ki grins. “which means you should know by now that we don’t let jay’s number one fan do dishes."

you roll your eyes but let them push you toward the couch. sunghoon follows, flopping beside you and pulling you against his chest.

“you tired?” he murmurs, chin resting on your head.

you nod against him. “long day."

his arms tighten around you. “you did well, baby.”

“thanks, hoon.”

he presses a kiss to your temple, and your heart melts a little.

“i have something for you,” he says after a moment.

you tilt your head up. “huh?”

he shifts, reaching into his hoodie pocket and pulling out something small. he slides it into your hand.

you look down.

a bracelet. a delicate silver chain with a tiny ice skate charm.

your breath catches. “sunghoon…”

“you worked so hard for this comeback,” he says, voice softer than before. “i wanted to get you something.”

you swallow, running your fingers over the charm.

“do you like it?” he asks.

“are you kidding?” you shake your head, slipping it onto your wrist. “i love it.”

his lips quirk up slightly. “good.”

before you can say anything else, ni-ki yells, “SHE GOT A GIFT?! WHERE’S MINE?!"

sunghoon groans. “i’m never doing anything nice again.”

you laugh, curling further into his warmth.

(you don’t take the bracelet off. not that night. not the night after.)

📍 outside enhypen’s dorm | 11:12 PM

“you really don’t have to walk me out,” you say as sunghoon follows you to the elevator.

“it’s late,” he shrugs. “and jake was gonna make a big deal if i didn’t.”

you smirk. “so this is out of obligation?”

“obviously.”

you roll your eyes, stepping into the elevator as the doors slide open. sunghoon leans against the wall, hands deep in his hoodie pockets.

“you staying up to watch that skating competition?” you ask.

“probably.”

you hesitate before adding, “mind if i call you while you watch?”

his eyes flick to yours. for a second, he looks surprised.

then he nods. “yeah. call me.”

the elevator dings. ground floor.

you step out, turning to face him. “don’t fall asleep before i call.”

“no promises.”

you stick your tongue out before the doors slide shut.

as you walk back to your dorm, bracelet cool against your skin, you know this is different.

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[jisooupssss]

Plot: you being the best girlfriend ^^

Warnings: None

Pairing: OT13 x Reader

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AN: I’m so glad I finally came up with an idea I was about to be gone for like ten days😭😭

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Seungcheol: Kissing his dimples. It just became an habit one day, one day you were laying down together you told him to smile and kissed his dimple. So now when he smiles he expects an kiss on his cheek it gets him all shy and giggly it’s so cute

Jeonghan: Teasing him back. It makes him freeze up and stand/sit there in shock with his mouth half open. Tries to tease you again only for you to make another comeback. Turns away so you can’t see his cheeks turn pink only for you to plant an kiss on them

Joshua: Being an gentleman/women to him. like you would tell him to stay in the car and run to the other side and open the door for him. He would be caught off guard but laughs it off as if you don’t notice the heat rising to his cheeks smiling to yourself

Jun: Letting him ramble. Like he will be so focused on his topic then he starts paying attention to you. Seeing how your eyes lightly lit up looking like you have small stars on your eyes, and that soft smile he loves on your face. He then apologize for talking to much but you reassure him that it’s okay he gets all giggle and buries his head in your neck getting shy

Hoshi: Being apart of his Horanghae gang. Like you were apart of it when y’all first started dating you had no choice. But just knowing you accept his for his tiger-I’m sorry my mind was in a goofy mood

Buying him tiger print things. Knowing how much he love tigers you need to buy him tiger related things. It gets him all warm and cozy and any positive thing you can think of inside

Wonwoo: Reading with him. It brings him so much comfort and being with you in comfortable silence makes him warm inside. He loves the feel of being with you at those type of moments any moment’s really but those moments and very special to him

Woozi: Being in his studio with him. It gives him so much more motivation and puts him to harder work. He also loves when you tell him things like he’s doing great or the beat hi made so sound awesome and amazing and that good stuff. Your what keeps him going

DK: Being weird and silly with him. He loves that you don’t think of him differently when he starts randomly doing the most outrageous things instead you join him. He loves when you start doing silly stuff out of nowhere it makes him pull you close to him and just give you as many kisses he desires while giggling

Minghao: Complimenting his paintings. It gives him a little confidence boost. He asks if you won’t to learn how to paint some day and when that day came it didn’t go so well but hey…at least you tried. Giving you a long passionate kiss and thanking you for the compliment OMG I LOVE THIS MAN BRO

Mingyu: Not getting mad at him for his clumsyness. He has officially earned the nickname ‘clumsy’ from you(like the guy from Smurfs) not just because he’s clumsy but you find it cute. But he break something that he know would make you mad, would you tell right away but you can’t get mad not with how his eyes are starting to look like puddles of rain so you just kiss his nose and hug him and tell him it’s ok

Seungkwan: Gossiping with him. Like when you comeback from work you already you both have some boiling hot tea that’s ready to spill. Sometimes set up snacks and drinks because of how long it takes for you both to be done. Sometimes fall asleep talking without realizing you guys might talk in your sleep

Vernon: You randomly saying anything. Like you can be like “what if the sun just exploded right now” he would be like “we die” because he’s just so used you blurting anything out is the most randomness times. Sometimes it catches him very off guard he can’t think so you have to tap him a few times to make him come back to earth

Dino: letting him hold you in his arms. It makes him feel like he’s protecting you from anything out there even just thin air. He holds you so tight like he’s afraid if he let go you’ll just turn into dust and get blown away but the cool breeze. Loves to hold to hold you when y’all first wake up gives you little forehead kiss as time goes by

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AN: THANK YOU GUY FOR ALL THE LIKES ON MY MINGYU POST ILYYYYYSM😘😘😘🥰🥰🥰

[lovely-keii]

being their sibling

characters: kageyama tobio, miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, hitoka yachi, ushijima wakatoshi

a/n: comeback?! 🫣

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he thinks everything you do is normal, it skews his perspective of the real world. you’re a great painter? suddenly he’s asking his seatmate why her drawings look like that. you sing well? he tells some kid with an average voice that he can’t sing. you’re rich? suddenly he’s calling someone’s car cheap.

obedient, whether or not you’re younger than him. “get me a glass of water, tobio” “ok.” // “my feet hurt, tobio.” “put them on my lap, ill massage your feet.” honestly, really reasonable and kind

he’s so loud when he gets annoyed though. stubs his toe on the coffee table and the next day, you receive a noise complaint. swears a lot too. god forbid he loses one of his volleyball equipment. he’s going to absolutely flip the house upside down.

kageyama is so transparent with you, literally almost no boundaries. he’ll literally go into your room and is confused why you tell him to get out. “why? is there something you need to hide?” somehow knows your password always “why can’t i use your phone? you can use mine.” bro has nothing to hide, hes too comfortable around you

just dont mess with his volleyball things and you’re all good.

MIYA TWINS

you three are so loud all the goddamn time, your neighbors hate you guys. the two might baby you or look up to you, but you’re never exempted from their mischief. but at least you have your very own bodyguard and sidekicks.

you own literally nothing. things will go missing from your room, and appear in atsumu’s desk. one time, you see your hand cream in atsumu’s hand, and he’s using it to massage his foot after volleyball practice. “what are you doing?!” “i ran out of foot cream. plus, what’s the difference between feet and hand skin anyways? oh hey, it smells nice.”

you can’t store your food just anywhere too, you have to hide it in the most creative spots just to make sure osamu doesn’t get his hands on it. always makes excuses too. “this is OUR house so this is also OUR food” “sharing is caring, and i’m your brother.”

when osamu and atsumu fight, you either get dragged in or you have to start haggling to get between them. you three will fight about literally anything. mainly because you three love to intentionally annoy each other “get out of my room!” “my feet are outside so it doesn’t count.” BAM BOOSH POW!! knuckle sandwich for everyone!

and you three love to pretend to be characters in the show. powerpuff girls? osamu is bubbles, you and atsumu fight over who’s blossom. alvin and the chipmunks? osamu is theodore, atsumu is alvin, and you’re simon. god forbid spongebob comes on, because atsumu insists he’s pearl.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s a great brother, in all senses of the word. you leave something at home and he’ll bring it for you. you get into an accident and he’s the first to show up. you lose something and he’ll find it for you.

you see oikawa so often he might as well be your brother too. when you’re talking to people, the two are so irritating lol. oikawa’s teasing you and giggling about it, and iwaizumi is giving you “the talk” which he’s given you dozens of times.

he likes to scold you, but he’s only really looking out for you. he doesn’t like to encourage you when you cause trouble, but a single text from you, and he’s already grumbling and on his way to open the window for you to sneak in.

if you like any of his teammates and he finds out, you’ll get an earful. “there are so many guys in the world and you like him?! you can do better but you’re settling on so little!” and if it’s oikawa, he’s literally gagging and telling oikawa he isn’t allowed to come over anymore.

but also, he’s paying for your deliveries, opening the car door for you, and making you walk in the inner side of the sidewalk, so you win anyways.

HITOKA YACHI

she makes you talk to your mom and ask permission for her, because she’s too scared to do it herself. feels bad and gives you some cash or snacks to make it up to you if you get scolded in her place.

brings you to volleyball practice with her, and if you’re classmates or in karasuno too, she makes you sign up as manager with her too. you two are almost inseparable, mainly because yachi doesn’t want to do things with strangers, and wants to be with someone she knows.

loves to go out and hang with you. she’s not really a shopping kind of girl, but you two will literally get lost when you get to stationery. you two will frequent cute cafes too. you go under the guise of studying but get distracted by everything.

in the nights, she’ll do your hair and skin routine, and you’ll do hers. you two have a shared playlist and everything, and the both of you will just talk about everything under the sun.

surprisingly has a large appetite around you. she’ll ogle your sweets. “um…are you going to eat that? just asking…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

sibling or not, he’s really quiet. doesn’t like small talk or messing around since he doesn’t see the point in it. also can be super blunt with you so he hurts your feelings sometimes, but he’s always quick to apologize once he realizes you were upset by it. “you might have gotten a higher score if you didn’t waste time on your phone last night.” “toshi…” “sorry, i mean it as advice.”

has really good insight into things, so you often go to him for advice. he’s straightforward and likes to cut to the chase, so he’s rarely in between decisions. on the other hand, he can occasionally misunderstand your intentions and feelings and doesn’t understand why some things bother you.

he’ll call you to the backyard to toss to him every so often. you’ve spent a majority of your childhood passing ushijima volleyballs for him to hit and receive, and waiting for him to finish watching a game so you can watch your cartoons.

he always has tickets for you to watch his games. if he hears your cheers, he’ll give you a determined smile. he’ll find you after a game and ask you how it was and if you had fun. has you ride in the team bus to and from games and no one really pays too much mind. (except for tendou who’ll pester you)

on his way back home after a long practice, he’ll stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out for you.

[mylovesstuffs]

100 Reasons Why I Love SEVENTEEN !

A/N: Okay, let’s be real—this was both the easiest and hardest thing I’ve ever written. SEVENTEEN gives me too many reasons to love them, so narrowing it down to just 100 felt like I was betraying 1,000 others. But at least, I tried. This list is a mix of my emotional breakdowns, daily fangirl struggles, and moments where I stare at my bias list wondering how it got so wrecked (answer: SEVENTEEN). If you’ve ever felt personally attacked by their talent, visuals, or Hoshi’s tiger agenda, welcome to the club. And yes, I know I was dramatic at times, but listen, if SEVENTEEN can drop masterpieces out of nowhere, I’m allowed to be extra !

I didn’t keep it monotone or too serious as neither SEVENTEEN nor I are ever that serious so why should this list be? That being said, I genuinely love them with all my heart. If you think I’m trolling, I promise you, I’m absolutely not. Keep reading, and you’ll see that every reason listed here comes from a place of genuine love and appreciation.

1. The way they roast each other more than a barbecue on a summer’s day.

2. Hoshi’s tiger obsession – honestly, who wouldn't let him?

3. Seungkwan’s diva energy, which could power a small city.

4. Dino pretending he’s not the maknae when he absolutely is.

5. Woozi’s height jokes—yes, I'm (we're) going there.

6. Joshua being the gentleman but slipping on camera lol.

7. Dokyeom's laugh. That contagious sound deserves its own Grammy. Please nominate him.

8. How Jeonghan tricks them like it’s his life’s mission (or purpose).

9. The constant chaos of 13 people trying to talk at the same time.

10. Minghao’s perfectly timed “Please stop.”

11. When they do ‘rock-paper-scissors,’ it’s more intense than any K-drama and let's this game decide fates TT.

12. Joshua’s “I’m from L.A.”—okay, flex.

13. The Going Seventeen episodes that feel like survival shows (it fr is).

14. Dokyeom's ‘twoteen’.

15. Jun randomly living his philosophical life mid-interview.

16. Every time they forget Dino’s an adult now.

17. The fear in their eyes when Woozi holds a guitar. (Mingyu...)

18. Vernon being… Vernon. Is he confused, or are we?

19. Seungkwan screaming at literally everything—relatable king.

20. Mingyu thinking he’s subtle about being clumsy. He isn’t.

21. How they’re truly a family—you can feel the bond.

22. When they cried after winning their first Daesang.

23. How they protect each other without saying a word.

24. Seungcheol always being the dad figure they need.

25. The way they celebrate each other’s little wins.

26. Their constant gratitude toward Carats.

27. How Woozi composes music like a wizard.

28. How every member brings something unique and different to the group.

29. That time they promised to stay together forever (cue tears).

30. How they work so hard but still stay humble.

31. Daring to ruin my bias list every single comeback.

32. They choreograph like they’ve got 28 legs.

33. Do they have to look that good? Like, chill bro.

34. Why is their discography so perfect? No skips?!

35. How they make even random words sound deep (adore uuuu).

36. “13 members but one team” – poetic and unfairly cute.

37. How they can make me laugh and cry in the same hour.

38. Their concert VCRs—pure emotional damage.

39. How Mingyu casually models while being a cinnamon roll.

40. Every time Hoshi says, “I'm a tiger.”

41. Woozi’s producing. Absolute genius.

42. SEVENTEEN's choreography – they invented synchronization.

43. Kyeom’s voice. Heaven called; they’re jealous.

44. Seungkwan’s ad-libs that hit harder than my alarm clock.

45. Jun being an underrated vocal king.

46. Vernon’s raps – smooth like butter.

47. Minghao’s art – talented and soulful?

48. Dino proving maknaes aren’t babies anymore.

49. S.Coups’ leadership—he carries 12 chaotic kids on his back.

50. Jeonghan’s ability to make any concept work.

51. How they’ve sacrificed so much for their dreams.

52. The sleepless nights we know they’ve had.

53. When they talk about missing their families.

54. Seeing them tired but still giving their all.

55. Their honesty about their struggles.

56. Watching them grow from rookies to legends.

57. Knowing how much pressure they’ve faced as a 13-member group.

58. When they write letters to Carats and it feels so personal.

59. Their vulnerability in their music—‘Don’t Wanna Cry’ anyone?

60. Knowing they truly care about each other like brothers.

61. Hoshi’s hand gesture that looks like a paw.

62. How they never explain Vernon’s randomness.

63. Joshua being everyone's favorite Hyung-oppa-angel-gentleman.

64. Dino’s Michael Jackson dances—we see you, King.

65. Mingyu cooking like he’s on MasterChef.

66. Jeonghan cutting his hair and the world losing its mind.

67. When Woozi’s serious face becomes extra serious.

68. Their obsession with food—it’s basically another member.

69. Every time they express gratitude towards Carats, it feels like they truly mean it.

70. Seungcheol constantly babying his members, and we love it.

71. The way they manipulate my emotions like puppeteers.

72. They’ve made me spend money I don’t have.

73. I didn’t ask for this level of emotional attachment, yet here I am.

74. Their photobooks take up more space than my furniture.

75. Why do I know their blood types? This feels illegal.

76. They live rent-free in my head, and I’m charging them soon.

77. The way they casually drop bops while I’m still recovering from the last one.

78. Their lightsticks—why are they this pretty?

79. I tell myself I’ll bias one member, but they drag me into OT13.

80. They’re the reason I learned how to stream like a professional.

81. They make me feel like I’m part of something special.

82. Their love for Carats—it’s so genuine.

83. Every moment feels like they’re leaving a legacy.

84. They’re more than idols—they’re inspirations to me.

85. Their messages about youth and teamwork hit deep.

86. How they remind me that hard work pays off.

87. Knowing they’ve changed lives, including mine.

88. The way their laughter feels like sunshine.

89. They’ve taught me to appreciate every little moment.

90. They’ve turned 13 into my favorite number.

91. SEVENTEEN just being SEVENTEEN.

92. They don’t take themselves too seriously.

93. They’re down-to-earth despite their success.

94. The way they constantly grow but stay true to themselves.

95. Their genuine friendship—you can’t fake that.

96. They make being a Carat feel like being part of a huge family.

97. Their artistry—it’s unmatched.

98. Their passion, which is so contagious.

99. The fact that no other group could ever be them.

100. Because, honestly, they’ve made my life brighter in so many ways.

ⓘ There you go, a completely balanced (read: unhinged) list. What’s your favorite reason? Or did I just write all the reasons you already had?

[dellalalakang]

yjw: up first

masterlist | main masterlist

jungwon slowly discovers the pleasures that come with having a partner

contains: what they're doing is sfw! but it contains some spicy talk and some racy action. i guess it's 15+ 

oh hey guys.. what's up?

yjw

For the whole two years I (well, we) spent with Della, I have never once had any sexual thoughts about her. Not even when I heard the hyungs and her go at it like animals in heat.

I know Sunoo did, which is why he went ahead and did stuff after he turned twenty. We made a pact to not lose our virginity before everyone's an adult, and he took full advantage of the loopholes.

Though I don't blame him anymore, because I get it now.

I don't know what it is but a switch turned on. Everything seems different when you're twenty. Especially everything Della does.

"Kiss here?" Della pointed at the side of my neck. This is our first comeback since I turned into an adult, and they want kiss marks on our necks (excluding Niki). Incredibly suggestive and sexy. 

We were initially really against this, but turns out Della would be the one to leave the print, so I guess it's totally fine in the end.

But I'm up first and I've never had my neck kissed. I don't know why I'm so nervous. It's probably similar to a normal kiss, right? 

Right?

"Yup, just there," the creative director nodded. "Maybe have it slightly askew."

"Okay, understood," Della nodded, putting on a burgundy lipstick as the cameraman for our photoshoot sketch recorded her. The rest of the members were all watching from afar, trying to be subtle with how excited they are for their turn. "Ready, Wonie?"

"Mm," I stretched out my neck for easier access. "Della is gonna make a kiss print on my neck," I explained to the camera.

"We're all friends here," Della clarified. "This is just bros being bros," she said in English.

Yeah right, like Engenes (or anyone) is gonna believe that.

"It's just a print," I added, immediately holding my breath when Della's head moved close.

When it happened...

Yeah the kiss itself barely felt like much, probably because it was so short. 

Though as someone who doesn't understand what being ticklish is like, her breath on my neck left a weird sensation. I couldn't decide if I actually enjoyed it since it ended so quick. 

But I wanted more, I needed more.

"Like this?" Della asked the creative director.

"Uhh..." he stepped back and thought of it for a second. "It might be too sexy actually. It's a little too... suggestive– too grown up" he tilted his head. "Will buttoning up his shirt help? Jungwon, can you button your shirt?" from the corner of my eye, I could see the hyungs now openly staring at us.

"I think we have to discard the kiss idea and just switch to vampire bites," the creative director said. "Unbutton them to how it was before and I'll inform the makeup team of the change," damn, I hope the hyungs can control their expressions when the news gets delivered. "Please scrap this from the video," he informed the cameraman before walking away.

"I'll get going now," Della bowed her head and left to join the others.

"What happened?" I caught Sunghoon asking the girl. 

"The kiss thing is scrapped. We're getting vampire bites instead," immediately after, a chorus of 'ahh...'s were heard.

I barely managed to hold in a scoff. It's just one tiny neck kiss, what's the big deal?

If it's just one tiny neck kiss, then why are you wanting more?

Maybe it's good that I was up first.

"Hyung," I approached Jay as he was cooking. Deja vu. "Can I ask you something?"

"What is it?" I looked around to make sure no one was hearing.

"Is sex... that good?" what the actual heck, Yang Jungwon. That was not the question I wanted to ask. "I mean! Not sex! But like– l-like.. is there a reason why the hyuppas are so... horny..?" he let out a laugh and ruffled my hair before answering.

"What's got you thinking about this? Are you having dirty thoughts of Della?" I started to play with the sleeves of my shirt.

"The photoshoot yesterday was just... I don't know... Her breath on my neck like that... It just got me thinking," I shook my head. What is up with me. "Like you were all really looking forward to it and I wondered exactly why and figured it had something to do with... sex I guess?"

For God's sake, Jungwon. Do you know how ridiculous you sound? Your girlfriend left a PECK on your neck and now you're seeking advice from your experienced hyung.. again.

"Ahh, well I think that the intimacy of sex is like no other. The pleasure's great and all, it's basically like jerking off but better," he explained everything without halting his cooking. "The intimacy is what's amazing really. You know how good you feel when you make out Della? It's just that but tenfold."

That's... it? I expected him to go on and on about how life changing it is.

"Honestly I'm the wrong person to ask because I'm not as horny as the other three, but!" he stopped a bit to look at me. "I can tell you that you should start off slow. Based on your question, it seems like you've never even experienced neck kisses, and that is almost entirely innocent. You can just start off with that."

"I know that! I'm not gonna get into it and immediately ask for a..." I didn't know what the word was so I just mimed myself pumping an imaginary penis.

"A handjob?" ahh, that's what it's called.

"Mm! Anyway, I was just mostly curious as to why you guys are always getting at it," he raised his hands in defense after my point.

"Eyy, you should ask Della why her libido's so high too! It takes two to tango, you know– well... at least two in our case," ...gross. "–and for the record, the reason why we were bummed about the photoshoot's kiss cancellation was entirely out of possessive reasons like we just wanted to show off how we're Della's."

Well in that case, I'm glad that I went up first for the shoot.

'Just take things slow, Wonie,' Jay's advise was in mind as I approached Della's room. 'Start with neck kisses.'

Should I approach Della and be blunt about this? Should I just pretend like I'm going with the flow and vibe of everything? I usually go with the former but it's also usually never something racy.

I have to admit that I'm a bit envious of how her relationship with the other members have progressed. Our first kiss took place five months into our relationship, and it was only about a year later that we began to include tongue. We're progressing so slowly that even Niki is moving faster. Way faster.

I think I had this preconceived notion that things like french and neck kisses were sexual acts, and I learned very late that it isn't (always) true. Jay said that it doesn't have to be if they're gentle and doesn't contain any provocative intentions.

Well... what should I do? Do I have provocative intentions?

Am I thinking about this too much? Should I just ask her like normal? Is it too weird though? What if she thinks I'm lame? Does she already think that way becau–

My anxious thoughts were cut short when the door suddenly opened to reveal the devil herself.

"Jesus! 깜짝이야!" Della jumped and placed a hand on her heart. [kkamjjakiya = i'm sure you all know what it means because of jake]

"Sorry! Sorry!" I held my hands up in front of me. "I didn't mean to surprise you, I was gonna knock!"

"No, no, it's fine," she leaned against the door and let out a breath. "What's up?"

"Were you planning on doing something?" please say no, please say no.

"Just wanted to get some strawberry milk, but that's it," oh thank God.

"Can I come in and just chill? I miss you," she let out a smile before coming close to give me a peck.

"Of course, Wonie. I'll be quick," is it just me or does she want me in a different way? Her eyes are looking a little different.

Damn, I guess Sunoo wasn't kidding when he said that everyone has a bit of delusion mixed in them.

As I was left alone for two minutes, I came to a quick conclusion that I should.. start it off? Maybe I should kiss her neck first.

"You're in the mood to cuddle, darling?" Della took a long sip from her drink and joined me on the bed.

"Mmm," I closed my eyes, wrapping my arms around her.

"Do you wanna watch something?" I can feel her gaze on my face as her fingers played with the hair by my nape.

"No," I opened my eyes to stare into hers. "I wanna kiss you though," was that too blunt?

"Eh? Do you wanna try something?" darn... she knows me too well.

Your cover's blown, Wonie. Just come clean.

...nah, I'm just gonna kiss her.

I didn't answer her question and just connected our lips together. Her mouth tasted of the strawberry milk she just drank, and her lips were a bit slick from her lip oil. 

But yet again, the kiss is going slow like it always is. It's usually how I like it but I'm over it now. I want more.

So I decided to take charge.

I gently pushed her on her back and got on top of her, deepening the kiss and adding tongue. I could feel Della hold her breath for a bit, possibly taken aback from the shift.

This is also a first for us. The only time we've ever hovered the other was for performances.

My hands went from her waist to the sides of her face, really getting into the kiss. She hummed and brought one of her hands to my cheek while the other kept their grip on my hair.

Here goes nothing.

I slowly pulled away and immediately started pressing kisses down to her neck.

From what I've observed (mostly from Heeseung), I'm pretty sure that her 'sweet spot' is located under her right jaw. Otherwise why else would they constantly target the same spot over and over again.

I'm not really sure what makes this spot so sweet and I'm also unsure why everyone's is different. I'm guessing it means the person's ultimate pleasure point.

When I reached it, I started to just gave out small pecks which eventually turned to normal kisses.

I could feel that the vibe was a bit awkward based on how tense Della was. It was as if she didn't want me to kiss her neck.

"Wonie– darling," she pat my shoulder. "Give me a second," but before I could fully pull away, Della had already used her strength to flip us over so she was on top. "Lemme try first," and then she attached her lips to my neck, just like that.

She started leaving open kisses from my Adam's apple and slowly travelling towards the right side of my neck. I didn't realise that I was holding my breath until I breathed out when she reached a certain spot.

Again, I'm not a ticklish person by any means but I'm guessing that this is what it feels like.

But it feels amazing. It's what I imagined having your neck scratched as a cat would be like.

It's really, really nice.

Without even realising it, my throat let out a small moan while my body just stayed frozen in place, unable to fully comprehend what was happening.

She relaxed her posture and focused on that one spot, tilting her head to kiss deeper.

I began to let out soft moans after moans as her tongue swirled around the skin. 

"A–ah!" I hissed when she started sucking lightly. "Lala," I start to notice my stiff hands and brought one up to her hair.

"Do you like that, Wonie?" she whispered against my skin. Fuck me.

"Yeah," I breathed out, caressing her hair gently.

"Was this what you wanted to try out?" she giggled in between her kisses. I felt her mouth and tongue circling their way around the area. She wasn't in the exact same spot as earlier but the ticklish feeling was still there.

"Mm," I held my breath as she began to suck some more. I heard her let out a low chuckle.

"Cute," no fucking way.

I immediately placed my hands on her back to turn us over again. Her lips automatically detached themselves from my neck and the surprise was clear in her eyes. Especially when I pinned her hands beside her head like they do in the dramas.

"I'm not cute," I pretty much mumbled. 

I caught a glimpse of myself on Della's mirror and quickly did a double take at the sight.

"Oh my God," I whispered in English, stretching my neck to get a clearer look at the marks she left. This actually happened and is actually happening.

"They'll fade away in half an hour or something. I didn't suck too hard," Della bit her lip.

"Thirty minutes, huh?" I looked to the mirror again. "Now that you've taught me, I guess I can suck a bit harder," I turned back and stared into her eyes.

"Gotta make sure the members know what happened."

I'm really glad I was up first for the shoot.

please i hope my creativity is back and is willing to stay

bonus scene in my first acc!

taglist: @duolingofanaccount @lalalalawon @clar-iii @deafeningballoonpeach

[miirohs]

skz as marching band members

cw: n/a an: can you hear my inner band kid coming out after the absolute banger this comeback was? i may not be in band but colorguard is pretty damn close- also the reader a colorguard member! shoutout to nyx, ily boo!

bang chan:

hes a drum major. 100%

he also is band captain bc he's just that bitch

co-arranges musics with the band director and everyone knows when the time he's gonna pull out the 1970s/80s/90s music

use to be a clarinet, but definitely plays in some games if another drum major is conducting for him

an absolute beast when he's conducting, never misses a beat

he's always open to discovering new music bc he loves to arrange songs he enjoys

he's a strickler and needs shit to be on time because he needs to keep a consistent schedule lest he forget to do something

with his partner:

i mean he's definitely the type to try and help with counts (even if your counts are different than the rest of the band)

if he had a dime for every time he got yelled at because he was busy watching your section he'd have a lot of dimes

he likes to say its because your flags are bright and distracting but lets be fr he was watching you

definitely copies the stand dances when he's conducting and makes the rest of the band laugh when he messes up.

typa guy to ask you for a kiss for luck right before the halftime because in his words, "you're his lucky charm"

lee minho:

hes the cheer captain, four time state champion and a menace

probably did band for like half a year and then quit

runs the cheer team practices like its a fucking military camp, everyone fears and loves him

hes grown to have a reputation because once a girl quit due to the pressure and he basically followed her around school for a whole week and she ended up switching schools

deviously talking shit about some of the band and all the football team all the goddamn time, loves loves loves to start beef and then walk away

he also does choreography work with the guard sometimes because he likes seeing the pretty flags

with his partner:

at some point he drags the whole team to your comps just to see y'all, he loves seeing you specifically put all his work in action

always offering helpful advice on how to fix body angles, posture, etc

since he's a performer himself, he get how easy it is to burn out so sometimes he'll bring you to his own practices and show you things he's choreographed himself

seonghwa is considering locking you away after the sheer amount of times you've gone "mysteriously" missing during the end of practice

Always cheers extra loud for you in the stands, just to see your smile

seo changbin:

he's literally so bass/sousaphone coded

him and wooyoung (sax) and yeonjun (flute) have definitely tried to play each others instruments at at least one point

probably switches between the two every year, well versed in how to play both

definitely plays bass outside of band, is hella good at it too

people find him intimidating but in all honesty he's a sweetheart who would help you no matter what

probably one of the dudes that marches with way more energy than the rest of his section combined- literally during weekend practices he's smiling and laughing at 9 in the morning while everyone sluggishly retrieves their instruments

he's also a part of the stage crew and moves and paints a lot of their equipment

with his partner:

he'd definitely try to teach you how to play the bass and he'd be so proud when you manage to play like one chord

calls his friends over and everything and is like "look they did it!"

in return you've definitely taught him stand dances and bro is killing it- you keep trying to convince him to join but he's loyal

whenever you're performing near him, he has the stupidest heart-struck eyes and is always watching you

loves when you do rifle work because he thinks it looks sick as hell

he wouldn't try it though because he's scared that he'll hit himself and he still doesn't know how you do it

he'll give you little winks if you're close by

hwang hyunjin:

hes a piccolo through and through

he's got both the drama and the sass all the flute section is carrying

he always has his piccolo on him, so he's ready to give the performance of a lifetime whenever needed

he's big big friends with the guard and cheer team, they have their own dedicated groupchat and everything

also the costume manager, he has literally been badgering chan to update the uniforms like forever, sometimes he adds his own little spins to the costumes and also does repairs on them

with his partner:

he admires the guard (you) from afar for sure

he carries your stuff for you because he's such a gentleman (also the piccolo is pocket sized and chan has been getting on his ass about treating the instrument right but to him nothing matters more than treating you right)

definitely joins you and seonghwa when you're gossiping about

sometimes he plays and you'll just do a random saber combo to it and he'll cheer for you

sometimes he likes to take a spin on it (and immediately regret when it smacks his fingers really bad)

whenever you get a boo-boo he always kisses it better, swears his kisses will immediately heal your bruises

han jisung:

he's a trumpet (which is oddly fitting for him)

plays sad music even when it doesn't call for it

always doing the sad trombone thing on trumpet and the trombones are salty that he kinda stole their thunder with that

he's known in the low brass section for being able to play almost any brass instrument with the littlest instruction

chan basically refuses to let him make the switch to sax because he knows what'll happen if he does (he thinks han'll go crazy)

he loves a good challenge, will trumpet-off with other people and play songs on his instruments against other sections

with his partner:

he probably plays show tunes and stuff while you dance with him- loves to call you his showgirl

he's always vibing to your little thumps when you toss and throw, wishes that he could do it too

tries to teach you how to play but that does not end well

he's clingy, he'll do anything to stay with you a little longer

sometimes he even asks you to help find his music for him in an attempt to distract you (its in his bag and he'll magically remember after you give him a hug or some form of physical affection)

lee felix:

probably picked the flute cause it looks pretty aesthetic lets be fr

everyone in band comes to him for marching advice because he makes it look fun and easy

always giving it 100% even if no one can hear him- he makes sure he's heard

even though he joined as a hobby, he's killing it and he plays outside of band as well

always doing musical challenges on tik tok, especially when he should be practicing in sectionals

his favorite thing to play on the flute are disney songs, but he also plays a shit ton of different genres and posts them to tik tok, bringing some semblance of fame to their little high school band

with his partner:

he 100% plays little snippets of song you like because everything sounds good on flute (trust me)

will convince you to do tik toks with him even if you aren't a fan

sometimes you let him try the flag or saber in exchange for his flute so you can try it

he admits that the only reason he leaves his flute to you whenever he goes is so that he can sit nearby and listen to you try to play it (and fail)

he would most definitely be a natural at flag but tries not to do as well so you can shine when your time comes

lets you lean back against him in the stands

kim seungmin:

he's percussion. he's literally a percussion in my heart.

he definitely plays the drums around chan because he thinks its funny to annoy him by drumming off count

no one has ever survived a drum comp with this man fr

sometimes he hums along to his drumming

also taps his thighs/air when he doesn't have something in his hands

he has good rhythm so chan usually has him set the pace to which they go on the field to

he's competitive as hell, he knows hes also better than everyone else and he shows it

with his partner:

he loves guard but he refuses to be put next to them on the drill because he suffered an injury at your hands once

he loves to show off he can play the drums and him and his section do little drumming sessions sometimes while you do saber warmups

he distracts both you and himself a lot when it comes to joint practices so seonghwa and chan have tried to move them (to no avail)

he'll sit outside with you when you guys practice sometimes (as support he says, but seonghwa doesn't believe him)

he's always giving you little nods of approval, doesn't outright show it but he'll take your hands and give you a little kiss when no ones looking

he doesn't want his section to know he's soft for you

yang jeongin:

he's front ensemble/pit, i hope we all agree on him being on the synths and marimba

he's a vital part of the band for sure even if he never seems to get credit but he honestly could care less

has been running synths since he joined, originally wanted to do the sousaphone but he wasn't built enough for it

also the front ensemble section leader, he's very efficient in managing the pit

but he's also clumsy as hell and will sometimes zone out and drops the mallet on the marimba or just entirely forgets wtf he's suppose to be doing on the synths

more than once he's nearly caught these hands from chan bc in chans words, "those were expensive"

with his partner:

whenever he sees you on the sidelines, he's always ginning because out of the corner of his eye he can see you jamming out to the music

everyone teases him (especially binnie) because he zones out watching you and drops the mallet on his foot

follows your every move carefully (and like minho), and he'll always give you advice, but he sugar coats it very much because he loves you and doesn't want to hurt your feelings

loves loves loves when you send him little videos of your progress

loves it even more when you question him about his work, it makes him feel so important pls ask him how he does shit hes dying for it

brushes against you when walking out to the fields during games- he just wants to let you know hes there

[yutasbimil]

Progress

gryffindor!beomgyu x fem!hufflepuff!reader ft. slytherin!jaemin | txt ft. nct dream ff. ✦ (3/8) [series fic] !!! also posted on my ao3 acc! { here } tags: hurt/comfort ; filler vibes cw: friendship/love, bestie-lovers energy, frenemies vibe, friends to lovers, lots of bantering, tutoring, teasing, crushes, confessions, jealousy, tension, slow burn, unrequited love, love triangle, hurt-comfort, eventual smut lol, break up, eventual happy ending, FLUFF!!! ! not that comfy w/ 2nd POV, but hope 3rd POV is good for y'all ♡ word count: 0.9k

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Almost tracing a trail underneath his feet, Beomgyu had been going back and forth, pacing in their Common Room. He had been like this for the past hour or so.

Biting his nails still, Mark Lee can’t help but remark on his antsyness. “Bro, you good? Is something bothering you?”

Beomgyu looks at him, though, still a bit shaken. “Oh, just about… Potions.”

“Okay, yeah, there’s a big test coming up, right?” Mark says, still laidback by the crimson couch. He lightly pats the cushion, gesturing to him. “My friend actually excels at that, maybe he can help?”

“Yeah…” Beomgyu mindlessly nods, his thoughts just trailing away from him further as he is plotting. Now how am I going to get him off our case?

“I think we have a joint class with Slytherin tomorrow or so… you know Na Jaemin?”

Almost like a snarky response, Beomgyu sighs softly as he nods. “Yeah, know him quite well… on how much he had been making himself known to Yumi.”

Dang it, Na Jaemin, you are even brought up in these instances.

“Oh, she’s the Hufflepuff girl he had been telling us… So, she’s close with you guys?”

Almost like a slip-up, Beomgyu didn’t mean the latter part of his opinion of the Slytherin to be known to the other.

He just casually nods along with Mark. “Actually, Yumi is great at Potions. I’ll ask her instead.”

“Heh, cute. No wonder they get along well.” Mark says with amusement. But opposite to Beomgyu as it visibly comments on Yumi and Jaemin being… Damn it.

“I guess.”

It left another bitter bile by Beomgyu’s throat.

-

The following day, the aura of Na Jaemin is as bright as usual. However, the smile he brings is hard to ignore because of how obviously a centimeter wider it is from ear to ear.

It is quite obtuse to his tranquil attitude upon sitting at their table. He usually greets them loudly the moment he squeezes himself in with the Dreamies.

Remaining quiet, Jeno and the others can’t help but nudge Jaemin on how stupidly in a daze he is. And he didn’t even bother hitting back. Weirdo.

“Ya! You rascal, why are you that happy? Huh?” Jisung broke the silence. “You haven’t won the Quidditch match yet.”

“It’s as if you already did.” Haechan rolls his eyes.

“Heh, sorry…” He was the first to apologize. Jaemin just scratches his head apologetically, and goes his merry way getting food on his plate.

The younger might have been implying Jaemin ditching Quidditch practice yesterday. But he was on to some important business, promise!

“Doesn’t seem sorry.” Mark side comments, pointing out his goofy smile while eating some plain-ass potatoes.

“I’ll practice lots later, don’t worry.” Jaemin just nods and goes back to his own world.

They want to slap away that smile of his on how dangerously it might rip off his cheeks. It’s clear as day that it was the Hufflepuff’s girl effect on the Slytherin. But is the outcome this instant?

Still no shenanigans? Comebacks? Anything…?

Maybe the lack of coffee in his veins?

Heol—

Renjun picks on his food with a ‘tsk’ off his lips. “I’m guessing ‘all good’?”

It’s apparent that he’s intrigued even if he appears irritated. It’s just different from the usual loudness of the friend. Time to pay him back—

The group turns to him, expecting on Renjun to know more as he’s mostly the first for Jaemin to pour out his thoughts and gears at.

Jeno nudges Jaemin, excited for him to spill the beans. “Aye, so what happened?”

They just stared at him, expectant.

Jaemin opens his mouth. “Just… great things.”

For once, lost for words huh? Impossible—

“Aish, just get on with it so we can start.” Chenle lowers his book at the slightest, the meager impatience spills through his tone. It is more on for him that he’s in a hurry to start focusing on other things.

His focus got lost in the contents of the book moments ago, and his ears are leaning more on the group as they get into another flurry of chaos.

“All flags are green and ready to go.” Jaemin gives them a thumbs up, mostly directed at Renjun as it’s mostly their code?

“Going positively well with Yumi huh?” Mark beams, teasing more as Jaemin 

“The tutor went well is all that I can say.” Jaemin puts it out there, more on giddy as he continues now that they’re made aware of it. “And now… well, we’re getting there, Yumi and I are close enough for something to develop into more.’

“Yo, Bro! Letsgooo!” Mark stands up to fist bump and chest pump the other as if to commemorate a winning game.

“So it’s sure go that she’s your date for the Year-End Party?”

“With that…” Jaemin pauses, his lips with a slightly crooked smile, but he shrugs it off. “That’s for her to decide. We’re fairly new, and I know she’s got the usual customs on that with her group. To be fair, I haven’t directly asked her yet, but I’m aware she’s got plans beforehand. Later, I’ll try again.”

“So she’ll get back to you on that?” Jisung clarifies. Jaemin bites off his food, nodding.

Haechan supports himself with his arm on the bench, laid back as he points out. “But at least…”

“You got a girlfriend!” Mark completes the statement, and the others hollered along him. 

Jaemin pushes him off as the Lion tackles him. Back on the clock.

He shushes them to sit the back down as it’s still a lazy mid-morning in the Great Hall.

“No, no, not yet.” Jaemin presses, but leaning more on the positive end. This silly crush of his turned out to progress more successfully than expected. Of course, it’s hard to get it off his chest that quickly. The warmth and butterflies cages in him. “Not yet. But it’s getting there.”

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[dllamarama]

Episode 4 Queen of Tears BaekHong recap

Scene: A glimpse of 1031

When Hae In kissed him and he looked at her phone’s screen, in the end did he close his eyes and just kiss? Or only for that second of realising he is dead when the screen locked. The scene cuts too fast to the next one and I can’t figure it out. Hyun Woo finds out her phone’s passcode and it was 1031. After he retreats to his bedroom, we were brought to his memory of their pregnancy news early in their marriage. They both looked so happy anticipating their unborn child with Hyun Woo shedding happy tears while Hae In looking more reserved in showing her emotion. They were excited with the news and already planning to give the best to the child with Hyun Woo sticking the glow in the dark smiley star on their baby’s nursery. But, they didn’t have a child and we speculate that they probably had a miscarriage. Nothing explained yet until the revelation in episode 5. But Hyun Woo’s sorrow was very much obvious when he stared at the sticker on the bedroom’s ceiling.

Scene: Pretty Hae In and Giddy Hyun Woo (jealousy reincarnate)

The morning comes and Hyun Woo is obviously affected by last night's event. Considering how slow he is to understand his feelings and Hae In, he was probably only able to process last night’s event when the morning came. Now, he doesn’t understand why Hae In looks pretty and was even more delighted after Hae In compliments that he looked handsome in his suit. We got to see a love-stricken Hyun Woo for a glimpse when he saw her smile. Something changes inside him and he is denying it with every cell in his body but he is just making excuses now, just to refute Yang Gi’s point. I mean his reflex is complimenting Hae In still pretty even if she didn’t wear high heels and he didn’t even realise that (I don’t know how many times I have used the words “realised” for Hyun Woo, he is so slowwwww). Like how dare you to just throw a compliment without batting an eyelash. And why are you making excuses and explaining Hae In’s behaviour to your secretary? Just admit it or just stfu. The only person that needed it is you, Hyun Woo.

Scene: Tipsy Hyun Woo with peanut bread

Hyun Woo picking up peanut bread for Hae In just peak marriage couple thing, buying random stuff for his wife after having a drink. Bro, it’s too obvious and you denying it is just plain idiot at this point. He was ahead of himself when Yang Gi assumed that the good news Hae In wanted to tell him is regarding the inheritance. So, imagine his despair when he found out that Hae In chance of surviving her cancer exceeded 50%. His imagination just runs wild and he dies a little bit inside thinking to survive 5o more years of marriage with Hong Hae In.

Scene: Hyun Woo to the rescue part 4

Hae In was not feeling well on her way home and has to be confronted by her mother (I really hate this mother), just to complaint that Hae In is causing YES (I just fed up to spell his name) not considering to invest in Soo Cheol’s project. Mommy is just plain annoying and evil, she didn’t even notice that Hae In is already pale and struggle to even stand there. Hae In almost fainted when Hyun Woo enter their house at the perfect timing. Nice save, Hyun Woo. Before he found out about Hae In’s illness, he never man up in front of her family but this is already the second time he defends her in front of her family. He probably thinks that Hae In doesn’t need any help from him previously to fight against her family, but seeing her vulnerable side after her falling sick only makes him see things differently. He never thought that Hae In would ever need him to fight her battle as she was already a strong and independent woman. He probably thought that she was not the same Hae In that needed his protection in the past. But now that he saw past that façade, the good ol’ Hyun Woo will make a comeback. He finally knew the real reason behind Hae In hiding her illness from her family. This also serves as a turning point for Hyun Woo regarding Hae In’s illness and death. He already had the guilt expression all over his face.

Scene: Queen Hae In in Yongduri

Hyun Woo started to worry when no one knew Hae In’s whereabouts. He only found her after it was already dark and he was tired, worried and frustrated. While Hae In felt lost and scared, she refused to show it to Hyun Woo. She probably felt that she needs to be seen as someone who is totally in control of her own body and illness, but sadly it’s not and while she knew that she refused to admit it even to Hyun Woo. She refused to be treated as a patient because admitting it also means that she acknowledges the gravity of her illness. But her walls broke down when she realised that Hyun Woo took so long to find her. The details of his sweat over his blazer and white shirt (I was deeply impressed with the details of direction of this particular scene, it makes so much sense why the lamps light up at Hyun Woo’s retreated steps) make her regret the words that she said to him. To the man who was worried about her, he deserves honesty and the truth behind her disappearance.

This scene also served as a revelation to Hyun Woo, the husband who was thankful that his wife would die in three months. The revelation that her illness is not something that should be celebrated and what kind of trash he had been. This is also the first time that he saw Hae In’s dishevelled appearance; the woman who was always in control of everything is not invincible anymore. She needs care and protection; his heart probably sank when he saw her appearance, trembling hands and her tears. The hug… I gasped when he hugged her.

Summary:

I remembered the first time I watched this series and realised that the MP3 was Hae In’s all along. That is just too cliché but still cute and we still loved it anyway. Fated lovers have been used by k-drama so much that sometimes I wish they could just stop doing it. But till the last episode, this drama's main focus was a miraculous love story, of luck and fated lovers that are born truly for each other. Those three are the key points that they are trying to sell to the viewers. They were born to love each other till their last breath.

[black-nirvanna]

JJK 261

I'm just gonna write a rant about the most recent chapter because I have some thoughts that I wanted to get off my chest. So, there's going to be some spoilers below. And if your heart can't handle it right now, you can just keep scrolling.

I wrote down all my thoughts in my notes app so I didn't miss anything because this is all I could think about driving to work this morning (they were written down at stop lights by the way there wasn't any texting and driving) and so I could organize them in here. I feel the exact same that I did after 236 which is such an odd feeling it feels like Groundhog Day or something.

The general consensus seems to be that everyone is pretty much upset about it, which yeah because what the fuck just happened. However, every time there is a critique of Gege's writing I noticed there's always this loud quarter of the fandom of contrarian, toxic, anime bros that tell anyone that critiques Gege or the story that they just doing understand his 'genius' and are just upset that their fav is dead. Which is partially true but the choices that gege has made so far, this one in particular, have been ridiculous. They also bring up how people want new and original stories but are upset when they get it with jjk. But just because its different doesn't mean it's good.

And they're like this with everyone but it's much more egregious when they interact with any Gojo fans. Any critique is just 'cope'. I can't help but feel like this is a symptom of, of course, misogyny and things that are loved primarily by women are usually shit on. Like if Gojo's fanbase was mostly men, I don't think they would be talking to them like they're incapable of understand Gege's writing or that they are being over-dramatic or 'cope'

The people who are praising this as Gege's 'genius' were also the same people who wanted Gojo written out of the story to further the plot and let other characters shine. But somehow him being used as basically as a human mecha is different and okay. Like we've literally come full circle back to the original Gojo/Sukuna fight basically. And for what? For Gojo's body to be mutilated (again) and for Yuta to maybe die in the next two chapters. This whole chapter just had me sick to my stomach. And it definitely put a poor taste in my mouth the way Gojo's potential comeback was used to bait and switch a significant portion of the fans like this.

I'm also, like lots of people I've seen, will be taking a break from the manga for now (I could also very much be lying lol). There's just nothing really motivating if we’re getting the 'everyone dies and Yuji's left alone' ending. And also the manga is very emotionally taxing so I think it’s good to pull back a little.

Anyways this was long and rambly. Thanks, if you made it this far and to my fellow Gojo girlies I hope you're doing alright and taking some time to yourself. It'll be okay💕

Also, this is totally not me writing this at my desk rn:

[jesterofalltrades]

Final thoughts on 911 season 4 episode 5

Yeas this was one episode night i thought about doing two but nah Im not feeling it. I barely could pay attention to the one.

It was nice to get Bucks back story. You know I really like how he wondered around the country for some years. I do need to know, did he finish high school? Cause he said he got kicked out and then unless I missed something he was leaving.

I love how Maddie was always there for him

I’m very concerned that his method of getting attention was getting hurt. Like bro that’s gonna comeback to haunt ya when you’re old. You’re gonna feel the rain before it begins to rain.

Like I get him being mad about never being told but to be honest how is that something that you can just bring up to a kid? Like how do you sit a kid down and say “son, we had you for spare parts but those parts weren’t good so your brother died”

The parents should have gotten therapy after Danial died it would have made everyone lives much easier

Also it was a good touch that everytime we saw flashback Maddie we could see different injuries from Doug. That was some good thinking and a great why to remind the audience and show how dangerous that man was

[linuxgamenews]

Tacticats: The Ultimate Cat Day Game for Linux and Windows PC

Tacticats the fast paced, couch party game celebrated Cat Day on Linux and Windows PC, with a Demo. All thanks to the creative minds at HungryDingo. Which you can try now on both Steam and itch. Did you know that some countries celebrate Cat Day in February? If you're all about these furry little troublemakers — or just like a good fast paced party game — then Tacticats is about to become your new obsession! Developed by HungryDingo, this is a fast, chaotic, and downright hilarious couch party brawler, launching on February 20, 2025, for Linux, Windows PC. Whether you're clawing your way to victory solo or throwing down with up to four players (including bots), this is the kind of title that turns nights of gaming into absolute chaos.

Fast, Furry, and Ferocious

In Tacticats, there’s only one goal—eliminate your opponents by any means necessary. Think of it as a mix of slapstick battles, unpredictable power-ups, and non-stop action, all wrapped up in some of the cutest cat designs you'll ever see. But don’t let their fluffy faces fool you—these kitties are out for blood (or at least bragging rights).

TactiCats - Steam | Trailer

The release features four different modes, each designed to keep things fresh and competitive. Whether you're knocking enemies off the map, dodging hazards, or hunting for power-ups, every round brings something new. On top of that, there are tasks to complete, secret challenges to discover, and a collection of unique cat fighters to unlock—because who doesn’t want a roster full of battle-ready kittens?

Why You Should Be Excited

If you like Super Smash Bros. or Duck Game, but wish they had more whiskers, then Tacticats is your jam. It’s fast, unpredictable, and full of hilarious moments that’ll have you and your friends yelling at the screen (in the best way possible). Plus, with couch party co-op making a big comeback, this is one you can play for free with its Demo. So, are you ready to prove you’re the fluffiest fighter of them all? Tacticats launches on February 20, 2025 — get your claws ready and let the battle begin! Coming to both Linux and Windows PC on Steam, so Wishlist it. Try the Demo!!

[wantmangojuice]

Suddenly Trending - finished - 101 chapters & 1 extra

Premise: 18th-tier actor MC finds himself accidentally kind-of sort-of promoting a CP with more-popular!ML, who is less-than-impressed with MC's thigh-clinging attempts (he really didn't mean to, though, honest!). This leads to them joining a reality tv show together, where they become friends. Then we proceed the follow the trials and tribulations of their careers for the next several years.

So I started reading this because I was so enamored with Fanservice Paradox, and after reading that I was craving for more, and Suddenly Trending seemed, based on the summary, similar to FP. It kinda?? has a similar premise, but the tone (if that's the right word) of this book is different from FP. Still a very very good book though.

I found Ran Lin to be an interesting and fun protagonist to follow. He's a smart and practical guy with a good head on his shoulders but still funny. His comebacks are great. And his surprise drinking skills!

God Lu!! His defrosting was sweet. The direction that his career took was not what I was expecting when I started reading, but in a good way. His family! Something about him being so happy that his parents were in the same house for once because they were going to scold him was so 🥺

MC-ML relationship manages to be very grounded and pratical, and still sweet and optimistic.

I enjoyed the supporting characters as well! Gu Jie best and straightest bro ever.

The public (socmed, fans, etc) takes on basically an antagonistic role here, which was an interesting contrast to other entertainment-genre books I've read (e.g., FP, I Ship My Rival x Me), the way MC & ML have to maintain a balancing act between their reputation/career and the progress of their relationship.

By the end (the last several chapters or so) I thought it did drag on a liiiiittle bit, but overall I enjoyed this greatly.