#to fast from their waterbomb

[h3arteyes4mingi]

[ggidolsmuts]

IZ*ONE soloists firing on all cylinders that week

Imagine having an OC moment with all of them 😫

What would you "OC moments" be for each of them? What would make the most sense if you have to chain all of the events together?

If you could only do it raw with one of them(basically breeding them), who would be the lucky one?

I call this "Good Morning Let's Dance Underwater, Taxi!" XD

"Good morning oppa!" You are awakened by Yena pulling the sheets off you.

"Hey Yena, ready for Waterbomb today?"

"Mmhmm, just as soon as I make sure you have a good morning!" The bouncy duck gets on your bed and pulls your boxers down, intent on having her treat. In one solid gulp she takes you all the way down her throat, coating your shaft so that she can jerk you more smoothly in between deep bobs of her head.

"You can ease up, don't you have to sing later? Fuck I don't want you to get tired."

"You better cum quickly then, or do you need some material?" Yena takes off her top, allowing you to watch her tits jiggle as she works on you. Yena quickly earns her good morning as you blow her breakfast down her throat.

"Fuck good morning Yena, that was great."

"Great, I'll see you later then, I need to go prepare!" Yena leaves and you make your own way to the event. You are ambushed by Chaeyeon backstage.

"Hi oppa, let's dance!" She yanks you into a vacant dressing room and kissing you with jittery energy.

"Calm down Chaeyeon! What if someone catches us?"

"It'll be fine, we'll be quick, I just need to work off the nerves." Chaeyeon shimmies out of her shorts, and she is intent on starting a rumor with you, pulling your own shorts down—she didn't want to just get off, she wanted to get fucked right before getting on stage!

"Mmm!" Her hand smacks the door loudly as you can't help but push into her wetness roughly, pinning her against the door. "That's it, fuck me fast, get me off." You make sure not to mess up her hair and make up, holding her steady by her hip and thigh, and keeping your distance so you don't kiss her or leave marks on her accidentally. The end result is even hotter as you watch Chaeyeon's every expression, her eyes fluttering shut on every deep thrust, biting her lip to suppress her moans. You reach a hand between your bodies, and with a firm rub on her clit Chaeyeon yelps before covering her mouth, muffling her loud moans as she clenches around you violently.

"Uhh…" she groans when she finishes, hand falling away from you, completely relaxing against the door. "That was what I needed, thanks oppa!" Chaeyeon turns around and wriggles her hips.

"Quickly, just pull out." A few pumps into her from behind is all you need to finish, spurting your load all over her creamy white butt. You watch as Chaeyeon reverts to being a professional, wiping herself clean before pulling on her shorts yet again. A little shaky on her legs, she still manages a wink and a peck before heading out.

You go out and join the crowd gathering around the stage, ready for the performances. Water rains down on all of you, fired from the powerful water cannons dotting the stage and surrounding area. Someone grabs you on the shoulder, and at first you just assumed it was someone stumbling, but they kept their hand on you, and another daring arm wraps around you torso. You turn sharply to retaliate, only to be greeted by a cheeky grin.

"Eunbi?"

"Shh not so loud." She's wearing a poncho and sunglasses, but her figure is unmistakeable. "Keep looking forward," she adds, sounding like a criminal that has you at gunpoint. You do feel something less pointy but more cushiony as Eunbi hugs you from behind. Her hands dive daringly beneath your shorts, gripping you firmly.

"W-What are you doing?"

"Just enjoy it," Eunbi whispers in your neck. With everyone jumping around you in time with the music, no one is really paying attention to you. Eunbi would just be a clingy girlfriend to anyone looking on. Few would notice her hand down the front of your shorts, unless the person in front turned around fully, and even fewer would notice you jumping weirdly, lightly thrusting your hips forward as Eunbi strokes you from behind.

"Don't you need to go on stage soon?"

"Mmhmm, I just want to make sure you don't pop a boner while I'm on."

"Well ugh fuck, I'm gonna pop if you keep doing this!" Eunbi leans in to whisper in your ear.

"Go ahead, cum for me oppa." She strokes you firmly and palms your head, and with a muted moan you're spurting directly into Eunbi's waiting palm. You hiss in sensitivity as she moves her hand around and over your tip, smearing your load all over it.

"Mm so sticky." She kisses your neck before withdrawing her hand from your shorts. You turn around to see Eunbi licking her hand, sucking her fingers clean. "Delicious. Well, it's almost my turn, enjoy the show!" Eunbi gets on stage shortly after, mic in hand, muck like she had your cock in hand earlier. You barely pay attention to her performance, still mostly stunned at her daring act earlier.

With waterbomb over you remember your other role—to pick up Yuri from the airport. You quickly change into some dry clothes and head over.

"Hi oppa!"

"Hi Yuri, welcome back! I booked a taxi for us, so you can leave right away."

"That's great, thank you so much." Yuri leans in to you flirtingly, firing you a smile that should belie her just getting off a long flight. You help her load her luggage into the trunk, and Yuri's halfway in the taxi before she turns to you quizzically. "Aren't you coming with me?"

"Oh no, I can take the subway back myself."

"No no, come with me!" Yuri pulls you into the taxi and it takes off. At first the two of you are sitting on each end of the taxi, but over time Yuri inches ever close to you, eventually leaning againt you. She grabs your hand, pulling it under the jacket covering her legs and resting it on her thigh. Her eyes twinkle with mischief, and though you remain unmoving, Yuri's slightly moving her legs, parting them slightly, inviting you deeper in. Her breath hitches when you do so, moving up her toned thighs, feeling the smooth skin, quite literally getting warmer to your destination.

"We have arrived." Unfortunately, your destination has been reached before you arrive between Yuri's thighs, and with a disapproving look the taxi driver sees the two of you off, not even getting out of the taxi to help you with her luggage. Yuri asks you to help her bring it up to her apartment, and inevitably you're invited in, and similarly inevitably you're on her bed.

"Shouldn't you rest?" you ask, knowing her answer already.

"No, I'm too horny." Yuri holds up her phone. It's a blow-by-blow of what Yena, Chaeyeon, and Eunbi have done with you today, there for all to see in their group chat. She hikes up her dress, her underwear dropping to the floor. Yuri straddles your hips, the dress hiking up further, revealing more of her delicious thighs. She takes you inside her, and as she sinks deeper down on you, the dress rides up further and further, until finally it reveals your cock buried in her, her lips seeming to grip your shaft, leaving a sheen of slick when she rises a little.

"Oh god yes, that's so deep!" She passes you her phone. "Take a picture." You watch Yuri through the screen, capturing a few of her alluring expressions before putting the phone down. She rides you with purpose, squeezing you with her walls.

"Fuck Yuri that feels so good! Shit you should get off me before I cum!"

"No, I don't want to!" Yuri grabs the phone and types something quickly before shoving it in your face.

Yena: I gave oppa a morning blowjob

Chaeyeon: I let oppa fuck me in the dressing room

Eunbi: I gave oppa a handjob in the crowd during waterbomb

Yuri: I let oppa cum in me

The phone falls to the side as Yuri continues to ride you, the claps of skin on skin loud in the room when she begins to bounce her hips.

"Cum in me, I'm going to cum too!" With Yuri hugging you so tightly there's nowhere for your load to go other than straight into her womb, the two of you connected fully at the hips. Yuri whines into your neck, each moan in time with the tugs of her velvet muscles, urging you to eject more into her.

"Mmm thanks oppa, just what I needed." Yuri rolls off you, your load leaking out of her haphazardly. "You can use the shower if you want, I need to rest a little."

"S-Sure, thanks Yuri." Once you finish your shower you swap with Yuri, and she calls out from the bathroom.

"Can you check my phone for any new messages oppa?" You pick up her phone once more, only to find a new line in the group chat.

I let oppa breed me in the shower

Time to take another shower.

[bvidzsoo]

Love Me Like A Rockstar (8)

ー☆ Chapter 8: Own My Mind

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: Song Mingi x female reader

ー☆ Warning: cursing ー☆ Word count: 8.3k ー☆ Genre: university!au, enemies to lovers!au, rockstar!au ー☆ Rating: sfw ー☆ Summary: Love. You wanted none of it. You had already been heartbroken very badly once, you didn't wish to go through that ever again. But the Universe works in intricate ways and, somehow, you found yourself webbed up in a local rockstar's life, Song Mingi. He was everything you expected him to be, yet nothing like you imagined him he would be. What happens when you find mutual understanding and have heartful conversations? Will he be able to break down your walls? Will you be able to chase away his darkness?

A/N: Hello, lovelies! I'm back with a new chapter and let me tell you, ever since I've started writing this there's been little changes to the plot here and there, but...we should all thank Song Mingi for the way he's been acting this weekend for bringing a major change to it (i wanna kms ha-ha *dies in pain*) Anyways, I have a love-hate relationship with that man right now, don't mind my dramatic ass. Please listen to Maneskin's Own My Mind before or while reading this chapter, just the usual! If you want to be added to this story's taglist, just leave a comment on this post and you'll be added! Also, the drawing our girlie is talking about that is on her bed (later in this chp.), is absolutely waterbomb Mingi and it's a call-back to chp. 4 hehet. I have a surprise at the end of this chapter lol. One last question and then I'm going, should I do a Q&A surrounding this story? Like, if you have any curiosities about it, you can send in an ask and I'll gladly answer it! ^^ I hope you'll enjoy this part and, as always, let me know your thoughts about it!

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            I shivered as I hurriedly shrugged off my jacket, backpack discarded the second I stepped inside my warm home, the loud thunder cut short as Mingi quickly closed the front door behind himself, hissing and groaning. I turned my head to watch him struggle out of his worn-out jacket as I stepped out of my shoes, hardly believing that from just a few minutes out in the rain, even my socks got soaked. Mingi’s head shook as his body trembled, and I couldn’t help but chuckle as I watched him. He looked quite hilarious with his black hair sticking to his forehead, glasses so wet he couldn’t see through them anymore, loose clothing now sticking to his lean body like a second skin.

“What’s so funny?” Mingi playfully furrowed his eyebrows as he took his specks off, shaking the water off the glass, as wiping it against his already wet clothes wouldn’t have helped him in ridding his glasses of water.

“You.” I mumbled with a chuckle as I peeled my cardigan off, skin covered in goosebumps as my damp skin was exposed to the chilly air in the hallway. Mingi rolled his eyes, and placed his glasses back on as I took off towards the wardrobe by the stairs, chewing on my bottom lip. Mingi would have to change out of his wet clothes, unless we wanted him to catch a cold. I couldn’t leave him standing there like that, shivering and sniffing as he already sneezed loudly. His apology was sheepish, but I just flashed him a small smile before opening the heavy door of the wardrobe. There were minimal chances that the box I was looking for was still inside the wardrobe, considering the fact that my mother would go on a cleaning frenzy every month and throw out almost everything inside the house that she deemed unusable anymore. Therefore, there were almost one to zero chances that the box I so vividly remember having placed here ages ago, was still in its spot.

“Uh, do you think I could use the bathroom real fast?” Mingi asked, voice sounding unsure as I kneeled down in front of the wardrobe, eyebrows furrowing when I didn’t spot the box right away.

“One second, let me find something.” I called out, leaning forward as I pushed my mother’s long coats hanging in my face out of the way, and disappeared further into the wardrobe as I pushed and pulled at the thick blankets she kept in there. I thought about giving up for a second, about her having thrown out the contents of the box I was searching for, but I gasped when I felt the sturdy cartoon underneath my fingertips. With a triumphant smile, I pulled on it, a few scarfs and my very old Hello Kitty beanie falling out in the process. The box felt heavier than I remembered it to be, and my heart settled knowing that my mother didn’t throw it out. But that didn’t mean it didn’t start beating wildly once I sat back on my heels, box placed in front of me. A chill ran down my spine, and I knew right now that it wasn’t because of the chilly air and my damp skin. Whatever still remained inside this box…is what I never had the strength to throw out, to fully get rid of every memory lingering of Yunho. I gulped, chewing on my bottom lip as I hesitated opening it up. But there was another loud sneeze, and as I briefly glanced at Mingi, I couldn’t help but notice the light red tinge on his cheeks as he typed away on his phone, completely soaked. I really had no other choice but to open up the box of pandora.

And a lump formed in my throat when I finally opened it, a stale scent hitting my nose. My eyebrows furrowed when a golden butterfly necklace sat on top of everything, a harsh reminder of all the gifts Yunho would buy for me during our relationship. I have thrown out all the gifts, except this one. It was expensive, and frankly, too beautiful to be thrown out or gifted to anyone else. Gulping, I pushed the necklace aside and sighed as I dug around the box, jaw clenching at the three sketchbooks getting in my way. They were filled with drawings of Yunho and myself, of all the places we’ve been to, of all the places I have wished to visit with Yunho. Of all the memories we have once made, and of all the memories I wished we could’ve made. Being an artist was amazing, but at certain times it was a nightmare in disguise, brain able to conjure such vivid images that never happened, that it could fool me into thinking that they have actually happened. I sighed quietly as I felt eyes on me, and finally found what I was searching for. A fuzzy and faded knitted sweater, a plethora of colors mixed together, from beige to a light purple, black and silver in the mix too. I pulled it out of the box, together with the grey sweatpants, and cleared my throat as I stood, hands burning the longer I held the clothing in my hands. I felt guilty, almost disgusting as I neared Mingi again, trying to avoid his eyes as he had an easy look on his face, smiling despite continuously sniffing.

“These are the only male clothing we have in the house,” I said as I reached my hands out, looking at Mingi’s chest rather than eyes, “hopefully they’ll fit you.”

“And if they won’t, you can always give me one of your colorful fuzzy cardigans.” Mingi’s tone was playful and I chuckled, giving him a playful glare. Those cardigans would never fit his broad shoulders. The tightness was gone from my chest as Mingi took the clothes from my grasp, a thankful look on his face. The guilt remained, but it wasn’t so pressing anymore.

“You can change in the bathroom downstairs,” I pointed towards the closed door across from the wardrobe, “towels are in the cabinet above the toilet. Do you need a hairdryer?”

Mingi shook his head with a smile and gave my soaked hair a light tap, “Thank you, Y/N.”

The way he seemed to linger on my name sent my heart into a dumb frenzy, and I found myself flustered beyond, emotion so foreign I forgot how to speak for a second. And Mingi didn’t miss it, fuck, because he walked away with a smug smile towards the bathroom and paused in the doorway for dramatic effect, before disappearing with a damn wink. I huffed, glaring daggers at the closed door as I scurried to shove everything fallen out back inside the wardrobe, closing its door rather harshly. I licked my chapped lips and raced up the stairs, throwing the door to my room open and taking a second to take in its state. My desk was messy, but that’s just how it always was, I couldn’t do much about it right now. I opened the blackout curtains, however, the weather already gloomy enough to cast shadows inside my dark room. I flinched as another thunder rumbled through the sky, and grabbed the first clothes I found in my closet, walking to the bathroom upstairs.

After having changed into wide legged leggings that had cotton on the inside, I quickly threw on a white tank top and a soft pink mock neck sweater, sighing in content as warmth finally enveloped my body after I have dried up the dampness on it with a towel. I skipped down the stairs as I had a towel around my head, messily towel drying my hair, completely missing the tall form standing at the foot of the stairs as I stumbled into him. I yelped, but Mingi quickly steadied me by the elbows. Before I had the chance to pull the towel off my head, two large hands grabbed at it and started softly rubbing the towel against my wet hair. I froze, everything inside me stopping as even my breath stilled, eyes wide open. Mingi said nothing as he continued with his actions, quietly humming to himself. I was afraid he’d be able to hear my loud heartbeat as I breathed through my mouth, lips parting as I struggled to calm down. I was thankful for the towel hiding my face, because I could feel the blush spreading down from my cheeks to my ears, and even neck. I couldn’t remember a time when I have blushed this hard, and it made me feel slightly disoriented. For God’s sake, Mingi was simply towel drying my hair for me, why was I having such a visceral reaction to it?! My mind seemed to be screaming at me, but I was too busy trying to regulate my breathing, doing so quietly, as Mingi’s hands became a little rougher, almost pulling on specific strands of hair. My eyes narrowed as he turned my head left to right to his likes, and I groaned as his fingers dug into my scalp.

“Hey, stop it!” I whined and slapped at his hand, making Mingi chuckle as he ruffled my hair to the point I had strands from the back falling into my eyes.

“Oh, good,” He was still chuckling, “for a second there I thought you had fallen asleep with how quiet you were.”

Despite not being able to see his face, or anything if I looked ahead, I could still peek down and see his feet. I was standing on the last step of the stairs, and with an evil grin, I jumped down, his naked toes falling victims to my attack. Mingi yelped loudly, and I cackled as I pulled the towel off my face, smiling at him smugly.

“Serves you right since my hair is all knotted up thanks to you.” I raised my eyebrows at him as Mingi had his right leg raised, massaging his toes with a pained expression.

“So you break my toes?!” He exclaimed, his deep tone a few octaves higher, making me snicker to myself as I threw the towel at him, making him yelp and look at me with an appalled expression on his face.

“Stop being a baby,” I stuck my tongue out at him as I walked towards the front door to lock it before I went inside the kitchen, “And wear some slippers before you come to the kitchen.”

Mingi was closely following behind me, ignoring my words, “What, one of your dwarf slippers? It’s either my toes or heels will be dangling off.”

The image was funny in my head, but I ignored it in order to throw him a scrutinizing look, “The tiles are cold in here, you’ll catch a cold.”

A wide smile spread on Mingi’s lips as he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed in front of his chest, biceps bulging underneath the tight fabric of the sweater, “You’re so cute when you worry about me, doll.”

There goes the pleasant exchange we’ve been having up until now. My voice became devoid of any expression besides the glare I threw at him, mirroring him as I crossed my arms in front of my chest, “I’m not cute. I’m merely saying you’ll probably catch a cold since we’ve been out in the rain not even fifteen minutes ago. And since you’re a singer you should be taking a lot more care of yourself.”

Mingi remained silent for a few seconds, until I watched a light hue tinge his cheeks. Was he blushing because I was lecturing him? Just what in the hell?!

“You’re right, sorry.” Mingi mumbled, but showed no intentions of actually following through with my words as he walked further inside the room, sitting at the table, feet up on the chair as he hugged his long legs to his chest. For such a tall and broad man, he looked extremely tiny sitting on that chair right now.

“Uh,” A little confused by the turn of events, I looked around the kitchen, trying to remember the initial purpose of me coming here, “Right. You don’t like tea, so we have coffee or hot chocolate to warm us up, which one would you like?”

Mingi’s eyes lingered on me for a second too long, taking in my whole being before his eyes settled on my face again, a smile so genuine settling on his lips that his eyes were sparkling, “Hot chocolate is fine.”

I hummed, a little breathless, then turned to open the cabinet above the microwave to take out two tall mugs for the hot chocolate. For some reason, I didn’t mind Mingi’s eyes following my every move as I tinkered around in my kitchen, taking everything I needed in my hands to prepare them on the counter. The thought of having Mingi inside my home, sitting in my kitchen, wearing my ex’s clothes, acting like we’ve been friends since forever seemed to hit me at once as I froze for a second while pouring water inside the second mug, Mingi’s mug. And what was even more surprising was not finding any thoughts that suggested that this was wrong, that I shouldn’t be doing this, that Mingi didn’t belong inside my kitchen. I didn’t want to dwell more on why it all felt so right, so instead, I watched as the mugs whirled around in the microwave, locking these thoughts away for later…I knew they’d come back late at night to haunt me, it’s just how it always was.

Mingi clearing his throat gained my attention as I glanced back at him, and tried not to look too long. The way Yunho’s clothes perfectly fit Mingi’s form was alarming, albeit the sweatpants seemed to be slightly too long for Mingi. I’ve had Yunho’s clothes since highschool, which was a few good years ago, yet they still fit Mingi. It made me wonder if the two ever exchanged clothes or wore something matching, like best friends would do for fun. I know Yunho had once mentioned having matching rings with Mingi, but back then I was too jealous about their closeness to ask any further questions about any other matching items they had. And it was a little surprising just how well Mingi’s skin tone was complimented by the colors of Yunho’s old sweater, Mingi’s necklaces sitting on top of the knitted fabric. That sweater was one of my favorite’s while Yunho and I were dating, Yunho always seemed to be glowing when he wore it. At some point I had even forgotten that I still had it. Perhaps I should do something about the contents of that box, join my mother next month in her frenzy cleaning marathon and throw out its contents.

The microwave pinged and I took the two mugs out, realizing that Mingi and I had been staring at each other for at least a good minute, my cheeks flushed again. A soft chuckle was heard behind me, but I ignored it for my own sake. The silence didn’t last for longer as I opened the little packages containing the hot chocolate powder to pour into our cups, “This might sound crazy, but I swear I’ve seen this exact sweater on Yunho quite a few times.”

I froze, thankful that I had my back to Mingi as panic flashed over my face. Deep breaths, I had this. Mingi didn’t have to know, I could lie my way out of this. And so, I forced a small smile on my face as I faced him while walking to the fridge, “Really? Well, coincidence, maybe. It’s my cousin’s sweater, he forgot it here once, but as he lives overseas he never came to get it and my mother just placed it away for when he comes to visit us.”

I didn’t have one single male cousin. Let alone cousin’s that lived overseas.

“Oh,” Mingi mumbled as he picked at an undone string on the sleeve of Yunho’s sweater, “Yeah, that could be it, a coincidence, I mean. Besides, my memory is a little fuzzy, I might be wrong.”

I gulped away the guilt that suddenly bloomed in my chest and grabbed the whipped cream, raising it up, “Whipped cream for your hot chocolate?”

I grinned at Mingi as he slowly shook his head, “I drink it simple.”

“Really?” I asked surprised as I walked back to the mugs, “Not even with marshmallows?”

Mingi shook his head with a small smile and so I mixed his powder with the warm water, handing it to him. Mingi had a fond smile on his lips when he took it, his cold fingers lightly brushing against mine, making me blush like a stupid schoolgirl who has a crush. And I do not have a crush on anyone, let alone on Song Mingi. I swiftly turned around, hoping that Mingi didn’t notice me blushing as I quickly put whipped cream in my hot chocolate and stuck two marshmallows in it, putting everything away quickly. I turned to face him as I took a sip, leaning against the counter. Mingi sat in a cross-legged position on the chair as he had the mug in his hands, ring clad fingers wrapped around the warm ceramic. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes lingered on his painted nails, slowly trailing up to Mingi’s face. His black fluffy hair fell in his eyes, obscuring his sharp eyes slightly as they were devoid of the black eyeliner now, a few blemishes tainting his otherwise glowing skin around his jaw, glasses slipping low on his tall nose, and plump lips red and slightly wet from how much Mingi always licks his lips. The simplicity of his whole being has never looked more attractive than right now, and as Mingi opened his mouth to say something, I was startled by such alarming thoughts, and so I hurried out of the kitchen.

“Let’s go up to my room!” I called out, on the brink of crying from all these stupid emotions I was suddenly feeling, trying to calm my crazily beating heart. Who allowed my brain to think in such way of Song Mingi? When did I even start considering him attractive? He was annoying, obnoxiously loud, arrogant and irritating, there was absolutely nothing to like about him or find in him attractive. I had to get a grip of myself right now! Mingi’s footsteps were dull as he followed after me, probably surprised that I had waited for him at the top of the stairs, unknowing of the storm inside my head, matching the raging storm outside. Lightning flashed every two seconds, skies rumbling with thunder, shaking even the ground at times. I hated storms, but suddenly it wasn’t as unbearable as before. When Mingi stood next to me, I lead us towards my room and pushed the door open, leaving it like that as Mingi walked in once I stepped aside for him, allowing him inside my safe space.

I have never been consciously proud or embarrassed of what my room looked like, the thought of what others thought of it absent up until right now. As Mingi walked further inside, head turning each and every way, taking everything in, suddenly I realized I was scared of what he would think. My walls were painted a light grey, on purpose, and there was little to no space left bare except for the wall on which the window was. My bed was pushed up against the wall to your left just as you walked inside, sketches that I have done throughout the years plastered up and put on display, my very first drawing even making it up on my wall. It was my little personal museum, a way of reminding myself of where I started out and how much I have evolved ever since, and even how much I was still changing as I was experimenting with my styles, learning a new technique in the class of Mr. Yoon. The desk across from my bed was messy, like I have said, it was littered with everything I needed to have at hand. Pencil holders filled to the brim, at least five of them, then there were brushes and little paint tubes littered all over it, notebooks and discarded sketches sitting underneath it, with my laptop hanging just a little dangerously off, not having paid much attention where I have put it this morning. A plain canvas was spread out on the little free space I still had, a project I had planned on starting today, now postponed for tomorrow. The wall above my desk had three modest shelves filled to the brim with books and some vinyl’s I have started collecting not long ago, pots and plants hanging off from the sides. The wall around the shelves was decorated by posters and pictures of my favorite bands, a few of my favorite paintings mixing in with them. The little stand next to my desk had my vinyl player, plants underneath it and around it, little ones. And then in the corner there was an old guitar that once had belonged to my mother, who has had a phase back in highschool and dreams of becoming a band member, famous and rich. She didn’t have the heart to gift the guitar to anyone, so she’s always kept it and passed it on to me once I was old enough. I never had an affinity for playing any instruments, but I do enjoy good music. A mix of old and new artists making it in that mix, actually—perhaps Noir Zenith slowly becoming one of them too, but Mingi didn’t have to know that. My closet was to the right just as you walked in, and it was of dark and sturdy wood, expanding from the ceiling to the floor. I had a little mirror right on its right side, the wall above and behind it, going right behind the door even, littered with my favorite painter’s paintings. Of course, they were only prints made at the local copy shop, but that didn’t matter. Fairy lights hung above my bed and from the lamp on the ceiling. The two nightstands on either side of my bed were more organized than one would expect from me, little makeup buckets placed on the one closest to the window, charger cable and some headphones sitting on the dark wood. The one nearest to the door had pictures of myself and my mom, and of Seulgi and I on display with a little clock, its drawer so filled with notebooks that I couldn’t quite close it. Thankfully the drawers of my desk weren’t so filled, I had just rearranged them last week, one evening when I was too restless to sleep.

Mingi was quiet as his mouth was slightly open, eyes wide as he took everything in, eyes falling onto my bed. I followed his sight and was mortified to find my biggest sketchbook open and displaying a quite realistic sketch of Mingi performing on stage. It was from the night I had a breakdown and Mingi found me in that diner. Seulgi had sent me some pictures she had taken of Wooyoung and accidentally slipped in one with Mingi too, and because the image just wouldn’t leave my mind, I knew I had no choice but to draw it. I dived for the sketchbook as if my life depended on it, all of it happening so fast I hoped Mingi didn’t actually catch what the drawing—or better said, who—the drawing was of. I shut it closed and pushed it off the bed, the light thud loud in the silent room. When I turned to look at Mingi, ready to face his smug face and taunting words, I was surprised to find his attention on something completely different. Of course, I should’ve expected from a man who plays in a band to be enamored by the vintage guitar in my possession. Its body was a light blue and had cherry blossoms painted over it, something my mother admitted to doing so, which lead to an argument with her father back in the days when he had seen the “damage” my mother had done to the pricey guitar.

“Is that a Martin D-19?” Mingi gushed as he walked toward the guitar, mouth hanging open. My eyebrows raised at his knowledge about it upon one glance. To me, it looked like a regular acoustic guitar. But then again, I should’ve expected it from a music major and a guy who has a literal band and plays the bass.

“Yeah, it was my mother’s.” I answered as I set my mug on the nightstand and sat at the edge of my bed, watching the awed expression on Mingi’s face. He had placed his mug by the foot of my desk as he crouched down, admiring the guitar from up-close.

“It’s absolutely beautiful.” Mingi whispered, fingers carefully tracing its body. Not even at gun point would I have admitted my next thought, which was of just how beautiful Mingi looked in this exact moment. Lightning flashed and the ground shook with the intense thunder, making Mingi tense for a second before he turned back to face me with the prettiest smile I have ever seen on someone.

“Your mother knows how to play it?” He asked, sounding enthusiastic. I was breathless, but after a big gulp, I forced my brain to function.

“Yeah,” I answered with a small smile, “she was a big rock lover back in the days, even wanted to start her own band. But due to her parents negative reactions to it, she unfortunately had to give up on that dream and do something more ‘real’.”

I rolled my eyes at the end of my sentence, not very fond of my grandparents. They weren’t bad people, but they also treated my mother harshly, and even myself, always asking about my future plans and straight up crying when I told them I wanted to become a painter. I saw the way Mingi’s face hardened for a second, but I knew he didn’t want to talk about it as he became expressionless quickly after. I was curious what made his mood become sour so quickly, if he perhaps related to what I have said in some way, but I wouldn’t prod. If he wants to tell me, he will sometime. So, instead, as a distraction, I scooched up further on my bed and patted the mattress next to me with a lazy smile, watching Mingi’s eyes slightly widen. He looked a little shy as he grabbed his mug and rose up to his full height, steps almost hesitant as he approached the bed, making me snort. It made Mingi narrow his eyes as I crossed my legs underneath myself as he kneeled on the bed and then settled beside me, long legs extended as he playfully wiggled his feet left and right. I chuckled as I clasped my hands together, letting them rest in my lap as Mingi took a sip of his hot chocolate. The silence was comfortable between us, the harsh rain hitting the windows loudly, wind rocking trees harshly, and the lightning and rumble a constant background noise.

“Last time when we performed at Outlaw, when you didn’t come,” Mingi paused and turned his head to look at me, “you know, when we met at the diner—”

“Let’s not talk about that.” I muttered with a grimace and Mingi hummed, licking his lips.

“Right, so, that night,” His voice was quiet, lips pulling into an abashed smile, “the crowd was bigger than usual, at first I blamed it on being a rowdier night, but it turned out those people were there to see us, Noir Zenith, to see me.”

I felt a small smile appear on my own lips, Mingi looking pleased with himself despite the light pink tinge of his cheeks, “And now Hongjoong might help us sign with a record deal, I feel like everything is finally coming together. Like my hard work is finally being rewarded.”

I bit my lower lip to stop myself from smiling too wide, subconsciously reaching out to hold Mingi’s arm as he looked me in the eyes, “That’s so good, Mingi! You deserve all the praise and attention your band gets, you’re really good.”

“You really think so?” Mingi sounded small, eyes wide in wonder as he flushed more. I knew I have said some things that weren’t the nicest, and now it made me realize that Mingi never deserved hearing those things from me. Yeah, I didn’t like the guy much at the beginning—not that now I like him more—but I still shouldn’t have shit on his music, on something he pours his whole soul and heart into.

“I really do, Mingi.” I slightly squeezed his arm, hoping that he could hear the sincerity in my voice as a wide and bright smile spread onto Mingi’s plush lips, so contagious that I found myself with a matching smile on my own lips. I chuckled, for some reason not wanting to release his arm just yet, the knitted sweater soft and warm under my touch.

“Lovely seeing you slowly turn into my number one fan, doll.” Of course, trust Mingi to ruin the moment. My eyes narrowed as I sighed loudly, slowly shaking my head. Mingi chuckled before taking a large gulp of his not so hot anymore chocolate, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Now, don’t get cocky.” I rolled my eyes, pulling my hand off his arm, watching as his eyes lingered where I have touched him, “I can recognize good work without becoming your fan.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” Mingi mused playfully and I scoffed, bumping my shoulder into his before I went to retrieve my laptop from my desk, “Seonghwa and Wooyoung want us to try out new genres.”

“Really?” I asked surprised as I settled back in my previous spot, knee brushing against Mingi’s thigh, “Like what?”

“Well, nothing specific, just something little softer.” Mingi pursed his lips, fiddling with the mug in his hands, “Maybe something more indie rock.”

“I love indie rock,” I muttered absentmindedly as I powered on my laptop, “and why are you reluctant?”

Mingi seemed surprised that I had caught on, but it was quite obvious in his tone that he didn’t sound very enthusiastic about it, “Because my voice is rough and raw, unlike Seonghwa’s who’s smooth and almost angelic, and Wooyoung’s who’s can reach pitches I can only dream of and has a roughness that is absolutely soft at the same time, alluring.”

“Your voice is deep and powerful, it conveys every single emotion you’re feeling when you sing, Mingi. Your raspy tone alone tells a story, even without speaking the same language I would understand what you’re singing about. But just because it’s rougher and more powerful compared to Seonghwa and Wooyoung’s doesn’t mean it’s not beautiful and enchanting, Mingi.” Occupied with typing in the password to my laptop, I failed to notice the way Mingi’s breaths became shallow, the way his eyes bore into the side of my skull, “I think your voice is unique and desirable, you should be proud of it and not look down on yourself because of it. Many wish to have what you have, so really, don’t think any less of yourself because you think Seonghwa and Wooyoung are somehow better and more alluring. It’s not true, each one of you has their charm and well…I think you’re the most charming out of the three of you.”

I didn’t expect the expression on Mingi’s face when I turned my head to look at him. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were glazed over as his sharp eyes watched me intently, his breaths loud as his cheeks were red. My eyebrows furrowed, and for a second I worried I have made him angry, but the longer I looked, I realized the look in his eyes had nothing to do with anger. I gulped and averted my eyes, suddenly feeling my heart race again, biting my lower lip and trying to ignore the overbearing proximity between us. It was only our knee and thigh touching, yet it felt like Mingi was all over me, his scent still strong despite having changed out of his clothes and getting soaked by the rain. He always had a sharp scent surround him; it reminded me of pine trees.

“Thank you.” At last, Mingi found his voice and it was lower than before, goosebumps covered my skin as the low baritone of it traveled through my body. I nodded once in acknowledgement, not trusting my voice as I went on the internet to search for some movies to watch and pass the time while we wait for the storm to pass. If it passes, “Do you think rapping would fit my tone?”

It was an unexpected question, but as I mulled over it, I concluded that Mingi had the perfect timbre to both sing and rap, “Yeah, I think it would.”

I dared to take a peek at Mingi from the corner of my eyes, and was relieved to find the intensity gone from his face, instead, a soft smile grazed his lips as he finished his hot chocolate. He leaned back and placed his empty mug next to mine on the nightstand and fished his phone out of his pocket, “I found some old videos of me at school plays, let’s see what my music genius bestie thinks of them.”

I rolled my eyes, but nevertheless peered over Mingi’s shoulder in curiosity, “Don’t make fun of me, I’m merely stating something that someone with not musically trained ears hear. You should be more thankful.”

“I’m more than thankful, Y/N.” Mingi suddenly turned his head, our faces too close for comfort, so I quickly leaned back as he placed his arm on my thigh and pressed play on a video he pulled up from his gallery.

『Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?

Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?

Do you wanna know what the good, good, bad things all feel like?

Do you wanna, do you wanna own my mind, own my mind?』

            The movie of my choice was simple, The Quiet Ones. Nothing better than something a little spooky while there’s a wild storm raging outside, but to my utter surprise, Mingi looked terrified after only ten minutes of watching it. We were both leaning against the headboard of my bed, pillows behind our backs, and laptop placed between our lower bodies as our legs were stretched out. And despite the laptop being between us, Mingi’s shoulder pressed against mine not even five minutes after settling in our current spots. Trying to watch the horror movie, which was one of my favorite movie’s, turned out to be a fail, and I had no choice but to give in to Mingi as he only stopped whining when he got what he wanted. And that was watching a rom-com from the nineties, called 10 Things I Hate About You. I’ve seen it numerous times already, but it never gets old. There is something about the way the actors play their parts, and the plot too, that have me coming back to it with the same enthusiasm I had for it when watching it for the first time. At first, I thought Mingi hadn’t seen it and had only went along with my suggestion because he didn’t know what else to watch, but when he started quoting Patrick’s lines as if he were the character himself, I narrowed my eyes at him and poked his arm. After some painful jabs, he admitted that it was his favorite movie and he regularly rewatched it, especially if he was in a bad mood. That was a piece of information I wasn’t expecting from someone like Mingi. He looked like a guy who enjoyed tough and brutal movies, with the occasional romance movies if a pretty girl begged him to watch it together. Turns out, Mingi’s favorite genre is romance, and he hates horror, and depends on the type of thriller whether he likes it or not.

We found ourselves joking and laughing throughout the movie, making our own commentary about it after our first disagreement. Which was about whether Patrick accepting the money to charm Kat was right or wrong. Of course, it was very wrong to play with someone’s feelings and get paid for it too, but Mingi argued that if he never accepted it, then him and Kat would’ve never gotten together. And for that, I threw in the hypothetical scenario of him accepting money from Wooyoung so that he could take me out on a date and make me fall in love with him if that meant Wooyoung could have Seulgi date him. Mingi’s eyebrows furrowed and he declined such scenario, exactly proving my point why this was so wrong then, but he remained believing that for Kat and Patrick it totally worked out. And then he had the audacity to compare my stubbornness to Kat’s, making me call him just as stupid as Patrick was.

Time flew by as our laughter got louder, completely missing the way the rain had started to quiet down as we were immersed in the movie we were watching. It felt like a bubble was wrapped around us, isolating us from the cold world, and letting us enjoy ourselves without being so cautious of what we were saying. It felt nice. I couldn’t remember a time when I was able to let loose with someone other than Seulgi. It was a nice feeling, it made me excited in some way, completely making me forget that I was doing this with Mingi. He made it too easy to forget my worries and made me feel really comfortable all of a sudden, never stepping out of line—if we ignore his stupid flirting—and always keeping everything lighthearted. It was a nice change for once.

I groaned as I let my head fall back, lips pursed as my ass had gone numb from sitting so much in one place. Mingi snickered as Kat reversed into Joey’s car, clearly amused by the snarky remarks exchanged between the two characters. He was clearly into the witty exchanges, especially between Patrick and Kat, even having said that it makes Kat attractive how quickly and well she can shut Patrick down. I had told him that she wouldn’t have to do that if Patrick wasn’t so stupid most of the time, making Mingi roll his eyes at me, and say that I simply didn’t appreciate some good banter. Which wasn’t even true, I liked bantering if it had a smart purpose, not just to rile each other up, what was the point of that?

I licked my lips as my head lulled to the right, eyes falling on Mingi’s profile as he had his legs up, leaning forward as he hugged them around his knees with one arm. He was smiling and chuckling, pretty red lips pulled to the side, showing off his white teeth. His brows were dark, and his browbone being more prominent really sharpened his face in a very aesthetically pleasing way. Mingi’s face was very beautiful, and as an artist, I couldn’t help but admire it, and recognize it. So many pretty portraits of his face could be made, pity he doesn’t model. My lips pulled into a tiny smile at the thought of him modelling for me when we had to sketch human forms for our next class. I’m sure my professor would appreciate my drawings even more. Mingi’s glasses were discarded, and my eyes paused on his long nose, biting my lower lip just as Mingi chuckled again, rubbing his eyes with the heel of his palm. He sniffed before rubbing two fingers against his plump lips, wetting them not even a second later. I gulped as I suddenly wondered what they would taste like. It was such a startling thought that I jumped, but Mingi suddenly looking at me certainly scared me more. I gulped, instantly blushing as a friendly smile painted Mingi’s lips as he leaned back, placing his head on the pillow, and letting it roll to the left. Our gazes connected, and I wasn’t surprised to find my heart beating so quickly once again, my lips pulling into a straight line as I struggled to keep my breathing even. Mingi’s easy smile didn’t disappear as his eyes racked over my face, it only became wider.

There was a whole galaxy behind those beautiful deep brown eyes of his, they sparkled with life and an excitement I haven’t seen in anyone before. I wished that I could recreate that in my drawings, but I wasn’t good enough to give simple eyes such deep emotions yet. And I really wished I was able to do so, because the longer I stared into Mingi’s eyes, the more lost I got in them, thoughts and worries disappearing into nothingness. Mingi’s hand twitched for a second and I tensed when I felt a finger gently poking my cold hand. I gulped, but I wasn’t able to look away as ever so softly more fingers brushed against my skin like feather, Mingi’s bottom lip between his teeth. His actions were slow and cautious, probably afraid that I would pull away, but I was too captured by his alluring gaze to even think to move away from him. Slowly, his longer fingers intertwined with mine and his rings cut into my skin when I squeezed his hand, uncaring that it hurt a bit. I knew my cheeks were now surely very red, but I couldn’t actually be bothered to feel embarrassed, not when Mingi’s cheeks were dusted pink as well. His high cheekbones were flushed the pretties color they could have been, and I smiled as Mingi blinked, looking abashed. Somehow no words had to be exchanged between us, everything felt comfortable, scarily familiar. I haven’t felt like this…since my ex. And not even with him have I felt so safe and understood, it always seemed like there was some invisible barrier between us, and I never understood why. With Mingi, if I allowed myself to feel and be unafraid, no barrier lay between the two of us.

I gulped, eyes suddenly falling on Mingi’s lips as his tongue poked out just slightly to wet them, his plump lips red and full. I’ve never seen a person have such full lips, and it made me wonder if they were as soft as one would imagine them be. Aware that my eyes were glued to Mingi’s lips, I looked back up in his eyes, trying to ignore how insanely attractive his mole right underneath it made him look. There was something about Mingi’s bareface that was so charming and beautiful that it almost made me feel jealous of it. Mingi sniffed quietly, and his bottom lip was between his teeth again as his eyes fell to my lips, my rapid heartbeat halting for a second. Could he be having similar thoughts to mine? I wouldn’t know, but when Mingi’s eyes found mine again, they were just slightly more intense and sharper. Like he was determined and nothing could stop him. I gulped loudly as he moved his head, just lightly, but it was closer than before. My heart was beating like crazy, but almost as if I was under a spell, I found myself shifting my head just a little bit closer. Mingi’s eyes no longer were on mine, and as my lips parted when I licked them, I felt Mingi’s hand squeeze mine just a little bit more. I gulped as I proceeded to lean even closer, my eyes fixated on Mingi’s lips now too, just wondering and wondering infinitely if they were warm, soft, wet, and what they would taste like. I didn’t startle nor flinch when Mingi angled his body so that he could lean dangerously close, the bridge of his nose brushing against mine. His hot breath mingled with mine as our lips were parted, a pull so magnetic I couldn’t untangle myself from it even if I tried to. My eyes threatened to flutter closed as I pressed my nose against his, the side of our lips rubbing just a little together as I couldn’t breathe regularly anymore. Mingi’s lips pressed ever so slightly against the corner of mine, feather like, and it suddenly wasn’t enough. The distance, it was too big—even if it didn’t even exist between us anymore—and I squeezed his hand as I angled my head to finally press our lips together, Mingi’s breaths audible due to our proximity.

But suddenly, a door was slammed shut loudly, “Sweetheart, I made it home finally! I saw a car parked in front of our house, all’s good?!”

The curious and shrill voice of my mother sent Mingi and I flying away from each other, both of our eyes wide as I was panting, my whole body burning. I couldn’t look at Mingi as I scrambled to press pause on the movie and Mingi was off the bed in a flash, sprinting towards my window. I could still feel his hot puffs against my face, and I gulped as I forced myself to forget everything I felt just seconds ago.

“The rain stopped,” Mingi’s voice was hoarse, so gravely that I had to clench my fists to stop myself from doing something I would regret, “I will be going.”

“I’ll go downstairs, let my mom know you’re here.” My voice wasn’t better off, I sounded breathless. I felt lightheaded as I got off the bed, standing and pausing for a second.

“Right, I’ll change back into my clothes and then—”

“No,” I didn’t mean to sound desperate as Mingi’s eyes fell on me, I had to look away in embarrassment, “keep them, they are of no use to me.”

“Right.” Mingi cleared his throat and I quickly walked past him, thankful that he stepped aside, and hurried out of my room and down the stairs. I took a deep breath to compose myself as I heard my mother placing down plastic bags in the kitchen. I needed to behave like everything was fine, when nothing was fine anymore.

“Hi!” My greeting was high pitched and way too cheery, my mother’s eyes narrowed when she saw me standing in the doorway, “Glad you made it home, the storm was awful.”

“It really was.” My mom grimaced as she continued unpacking the groceries, “You got home alright?”

“Yeah, uhm, actually,” I gulped and bit my lower lip as I heard Mingi coming down the stairs, “a friend from university drove me home as it was already raining, and he, uhm, stayed over. Because the rain was so bad he wouldn’t have been able to drive home. You know, safety measures and all.”

My mother paused and looked up at me with both of her eyebrows raised, “He?”

And on cue, Mingi appeared next to me, glasses pushed up on his nose adequately for once and hair not as messy as before, “Hello, my name is Song Mingi.”

“Nice to meet you, dear.” My mother’s eyes were glinting, looking way too happy for someone who was just introducing themselves. I was afraid of what would come, so, I grabbed Mingi’s arm and guided him towards the coat hanger.

“Mingi’s leaving, mom.” I said as I let go of his arm, averting my eyes as he wore his shoes and pulled on his jacket.

“Already?” My mom asked with a pout, coming to stand in the doorway, “Don’t you want to stay for dinner, dear?”

Mingi froze, eyes first finding mine before he looked at my mother with a polite smile, “Don’t worry, Mrs—”

“Oh, don’t be all formal with me, I hate that shit.” My mother chuckled and winked at him, “Call me Boyoung.”

Mingi gulped, seemingly taken aback by my mother’s behavior. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly, knowing how surprising the contrast between my mother’s personality and mine was. Sadly, I haven’t taken after her when it comes to my attitude, but that’s fine.

“Well, Boyoung, thank you for your offer, but my friends and I actually agreed on dining out tonight.” Mingi’s excuse sounded real, so I knew he wasn’t lying. I gulped when my mother threw me a very slick glare, almost saying that this was my fault. I rolled my eyes, offended by her assumption.

“That’s a pity, dear,” My mother pouted, but soon a bright smile appeared on her lips, “But you are invited for whenever you feel like having dinner with us, right, my starlight?”

I tried not to glare at my mother for the outrageous nickname, especially when I saw Mingi’s lips twitch in amusement. I told her not to call me that in front of others so many times, “Right, mom.”

My mother chuckled, all too aware of my dislike for the nickname, before her eyes landed on Mingi again. There was a brief pause, one too awkward for my liking, and then Mingi was clearing his throat and opening the front door.

“Uh,” He made eye contact with me briefly, “talk to you later.”

“Wait,” My mother’s eyebrows furrowed as Mingi stepped outside, trying to adjust the strap of his backpack, “Aren’t those Yun—”

“Talk to you later!” I loudly said, making sure to send my mother a very alarmed look as Mingi froze for a second before he hummed quietly and took off towards his car.

The air was chilly and humid due to the harsh rain, and as I closed the front door, I knew I had a lot of questions to answer when my eyes fell on my mother’s amused face.

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😻 pairing: catboy!seonghwa x gn!reader 😻 genre: headcanons, fluff, crack, demon? to cat? to roommate? to lover? 😻 summary: the longest bulletpoints about what it would be like to have catboy!hwa as your bf - the whole story 😻 wordcount: 4.5k 😻 warnings/tags: editing? who is she, unhinged crack part nyah, catboy!hwa, cute catboy!hwa, soft and polite catboy!hwa- okay i will stop |, language, food/eating, mention of others not treating animals well, sweater paws, mention of adorable nerdy hobbies, domestic, cuddle, a surprise about how hwa ended up being a cat in the first place, both past and present tense used, mainly lowercase 😻 taglist: at the bottom of the fic~ 😻 a/n: let me drift in the soft and fluffy catboy!hwa lands until waterbomb strikes, for my own healing; my braincells are out of service but i hope you enjoy <3 all reblogs, thoughts and notes appreciated! big hugs!

once upon a time he was a cat

there was never a moment to think about anything except work, and maybe about groceries and bills (but even those things normally hit you at two o'clock in the morning, leading you to check your phone and make make amendments to your schedule in a panicked state). there was never any room for a cat. until there was.

of course there just had to be an adorable kitty, at most maybe a couple of years old, lean and with jet black fur that was surprisingly shiny for an abandoned cat, sitting square in the middle of a cardboard box on the side of the street that formed a part of your regular path and commute to and from work. in the morning, you had locked eyes with the cat, heart bleeding and hurting for the poor creature but secretly hoping that someone else would take it - you couldn't take care of it, could you? in the evening, you were huffing and puffing with the cardboard box in your hands and the cat happily meowing, its tail stretched out upwards into a chimney pipe, slightly tilted to the side at the very end. you read somewhere that it meant the cat was happy, so you were going to take that as a good sign.

sat on the floor at the entrance to your apartment, you eyed the beautiful creature as it kept on purring and trying to hop out of the box and towards you, while you were insistent on keeping it in, lifting a cardboard flap repeatedly in an effort to prevent it from jumping. so. now you had a cat. there was nothing in the box, and on the outside, in horrific scrawl was a message suggesting whoever took the kitty either "kept him, or throw him away, whatever". non-humans. "that's who your previous owners were, right kitty?" you mumbled to no one in particular, but it seemed that the cat picked up on your speech and inched closer to you, ears moving like disks to pick up signals. "so you are a he, yeah?" a meow. so you were right. at least the beasts from this cat's past got one thing right. "do you have a name? actually… you know what do you want a… new name?" you were fast on the attachment scale, you realised. it had been barely a few minutes and you were already trying to name the cat who you had not even checked for diseases, nor had any basic facilities to take care of him. but he was more than excited by the prospect, and mewled in what sounded like gratitude. you began to list off names, eventually boring the kitty, and he started to falter in his enthusiasm. all until one name rang a bell.

"Mars?"

and that was how you ended up with a black cat named Mars.

by the power of actually having to shake paws with a cat, and you promising to get him quality snacks, you managed to get Mars checked at the vet who confirmed everything was fine, and was equally as amazed as you that he was so well groomed and neat. while you knew you did not have much of a right to do this, your inner pride still swelled and, to yourself, you said that 'yes, my Mars is really neat and handsome'.

you took to addressing Mars as 'your handsome boy' and that seemed to wake him up and get him speeding towards you faster than anything else could. also 'the prettiest star' and 'my universe' and 'marvellous Mars' all worked wonders.

at the same time, he was shy, as if he did not want to disturb you with his antics. always tip-toeing around you as silently as a cat could (which was very silent, to the point where he jumpscared you a couple of times but that is okay because excuse me did you see his precious face????) and never taking up much space, even though… hello? Mars? you are a cat?? he would rarely ever hop on any surfaces unless you explicitly told him to do so - this had left you convinced that your cat was well-versed in human-speak. he never meowed for food until you had told him to vocalise and tell you if he was very hungry, and gave him a rundown of his eating schedule and how it was important that he drank water. he was the politest cat you had ever met, while at the same time his timidness made you wonder if you were in any way intimidating. not once did Mars ever enter your bedroom, even though you left the door wide open for him, preferring to crash on the couch or on the floor of some other room. the first couple of times you joked about it saying "are you scared you'll see something, Marsy?" but when your cat actually looked away and hunched over, you were convinced that you hit the nail on the head, and that you were probably either hallucinating or were slowly turning into Doctor Dolittle.

but you were persistent. and insistent. and you took the little blanket with kuromi decor on it from him (yes this was that extreme of a situation) and put it at the edge of your bed. climbing in and covering yourself in the many layers, you looked at the terrified figure hovering at the entrance to the room, boba eyes as wide as saucers. he kept on looking at the blanket, then at you, then again at the blanket, then again at you, probably wondering if he could snatch the thing and make a run for it. you were on the verge of giving up at this point. sleepy, with work tomorrow, you were not about to engage in a whole war with your cat.

"you know what, if you want to stay, you can stay. i promise i will not hurt you, nor will i push you out. if you want to come closer, do. if you just want to take the blanket and leave, you can do that. your choice. i won't be hurt. i promise. you are already super brave and i love you either way. okay, Mars?" he did not respond, frozen in place. "my handsome boy?" his head twisted towards you. "precious?" a blink. another blink. one paw in front of the other. "are you actua- wow! I am so proud of you my baby! my brave boy!" you were cooing praises at him like there was nothing else in the world that existed as soon as he hopped onto the bed, foregoing the blanket and making a beeline towards your face, as though that was his read source of comfort. he was afraid to look away, focusing on your every expression as you patted his head and let him nuzzle into you. "you are so so brave, you know that? i know this is hard, so if at any point you want to leave, you can, okay?" purring louder than a powerdrill was the response you received. along with kitty cuddles through the whole night. because apparently, your cat was a koala all along.

and even in his cuddles he was gentle. you did not think you had ever seen him use his claws… ever. except maybe on a few toys but as soon as you were in sight poof gone, soft Mars activated. he was like your personal heater, careful to wrap himself closer to you not to push you out, but to instead complete whatever curled up position you were lying in. if you were stretched out to the side, he would find a place. if you were in a ball? he would find a place again. if you were lying down straight for whatever reason? give him a couple of nights to get comfortable, and now you had the ultimate cat comforter either on you, or around your head. and yes, you were blessed with a cat who barely shed, somehow. some of your friends who had cats almost cursed you when they found out, but you only smiled, looking at your lockscreen. nowadays, even during the workday you were thinking of Mars at least a little bit.

maybe you were spoiling him a little bit, but it was too adorable to see him watching you play legend of zelda or animal crossing on your nintendo switch. and when he saw that you got a gift from a friend in the form of a lego set? well. you were literally afraid to open the box because of how hyper your cat got - perhaps not today…

you fell into the most pleasant routines with Mars, from waking up and going to bed together, to eating breakfast and then 'parting ways' for you to attend to human business and him to his 'cat business'. it was cute. it made your head sing. you were happier than you had ever been. all thanks to that one random day. one random box. and one black haired kitty who radiated sunshine.

it was the eve of the one year anniversary of you being the proud owner of, or how you preferred to say it, the best friend of 'L/n Mars', and you were as sure as his ears were pointy in wanting to go all out with your celebration - minus the guests (because the last time you had invited a male friend of yours over your cat turned into a whole other creature and then sulked for at least three days until you took a day off work and called it 'Mars day', but you just assumed it was some territorial thing). you had set up little themed decorations, found a cute little headband with the number '1' that is suitable and safe for a cat and would not hurt his head, got a matching, human-sized one for yourself, made a whole dinner for your favourite kitty from scratch - the ingredients all checked with the vet who you now casually called by first name because you did not dare ever give Mars anything that might harm him and would rather panic call the doctor.

you were sat at the coffee table, so that it would be easier for Mars to reach the food (you set pillows on the floor for extra comfort, for which he thanked you with a loud meow), and had your respective mini-cakes set out in front of either of you. you had given up on making him ever eat kitty food - another peculiar quirk of your cat, so the 'cake', which was more a protein gift than anything, was fully home made. but Mars was happy. more than happy. if cats could smile, that was exactly what he was doing, right at you, squinting his eyes, threatening to hop over the table. you told him to wait, and quietly whispered your gratitude to him. much to your delight, he waited and listened, clinging onto every word.

"you know, i really think you are an angel. before you i was quite… how do i say this… life was just passing by. and now i look forward to it. and to be able to see you every day, to have fun days with you, to talk with you… all of that brings me so much joy and i hope that i can make you at least a little bit happy too. i wish you could tell me what you want, of course, but i really do think you know what i am thinking, what i am saying. and i hope that i am right in saying that i can understand you a bit too. you really are the smartest, most precious Mars. light of my life. i love you so much, my gorgeous, and here is to many years more, cheers~" you clinked your glass with orange juice with his water bowl, and giggled when he took a couple of neat laps to match with your gulps, only to lick his lips and hop off the pillows and go under the table.

in a matter of seconds, he reappeared at your side of the table, and poked at your lap with his paw, looking up at you with his bead-like eyes that seemed to contain the whole universe in them. you pat him between his ears, scratched under his chin, delighting him, and then stretched out your legs, gesturing towards your legs to signify that lap-napping season was open. Mars did not need to be told twice, and soon enough you had a black cat curled up on your lap, purring away, mewling a couple of times when you started eating to remind you that he was hungry too.

"so you want me to feed you now, too? aren't you cheeky-"

as if you could refuse him. you would be lying if you said you could. so there you were, on the floor and feeding Mars, quiet music playing from your phone, not quite sure if you could be any happier.

"i love you."

quite the contrast to what happened the next morning.

suddenly he is a catboy

when you wake up, Mars is nowhere in sight, and even when you call him, to which he would reply with at least a meow, you are only met with silence. you are alarmed, but wait in bed for just a little longer to see if Mars would come to you. nothing. you call again, 'pspspsps' him, all to no avail. only the breeze and the birds outside, along with inexplicable rustling from another room in your apartment. you raise an eyebrow and prop yourself up on your elbows. more rustling. a door opening, which sounds like the closet where you kept your warmer clothes. what is going on? another door closing. footsteps? you are on high alert. grabbing your phone and the light saber model which you had made a while back and kept safe by your bed, as it turned out exactly for this kind of moment, you head out to face whatever, or whoever is the source of the sound.

you are stealth itself, rounding the corner with weapon in hand, ready to face the attacker - or so you thought. until you come face to face with the tall, young man dressed head to toe in your clothing, namely a tracksuit that you had accidentally gotten in the wrong size and then somehow ended up being refunded for without returning the item, and a beanie that he had pulled over his head. spikes of jet black hair are poking from under the hat in all directions, and his deep brown eyes are widened in shock as he freezes on the spot and stares back at you.

"so, what the hell are you doing in my clothes?"

"y/n- i-"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?"

"i can explain-"

"nope do NOT get closer what-"

"Mars…. i…. it's me… your uh… cat."

"what?"

he looks embarrassed beyond belief, and crumbles to the floor, sliding until his back is against the wardrobe. wrapping his arms around his knees, he is scared to look up at you, worried that you would never recognise him, never accept him. this is exactly what he has been dreading all this time, and was heartbroken when the curse was finally broken, despite him technically being free now. he does not want to be away from you. this is his home. you are his home. you are the one who showed him true love.

"if it is okay… may i take this beanie off for a second?"

"i didn't even let you put it on in the first place," he winces. you feel a little bad, but hold your ground. his eyes sparkle in a way that is a little too familiar, reminding you of a certain someone. the cat who he mentioned. your precious cat. Mars.

"okay… here goes…" he slides the material off, making you gasp. hidden under the beanie is a pair of cat ears, fluffy, the same colour as his hair, and twitching as he adjusts after having flattened them to minimise their visibility.

"yo what."

"i have… a tail too."

"WHAT?"

he is not joking. a black tail to go with the black ears, sliding out from under the oversized hoodie. you are not sure what happened next, but you wake up on the sofa with the man, who you are now guessing is some human cat hybrid version of Mars fanning you with a magazine.

"I AM SORRY, Y/N PLEASE WAKE UP I AM SO- oh you are awake thank goodness i missed you i am really so sorry…" he drops the magazine almost instantly, leaning towards you and wrapping you in a warm embrace, much to your surprise. you yelp, but the softness, as well as his ears moving in the cutest way while he hugs you make you accept the gesture, and return it.

you never thought you would hear a grown man purr exactly like a cat, but here you are. well, you never thought you would have a catboy in your apartment either, but this is already happening so...

"so, Mars?"

"yeah?"

"you have some explaining to do."

after what turned out to be at least two hours of you and him going back and forth about what had unfolded and what was the history of the young catboy's state, you find out that, in reality, his name is Park Seonghwa, and that he is a demon, of all things. that is right, a demon. set out to curse and haunt and spread sin. but no, he is cast out of hell because he is too kind and soft. and so he had been cursed to be a cat, until for a full year, someone could give him their whole heart, their full love. while he explains this to you with a fondness unlike anything you had ever seen before in your life (except in what you perceived from cat Mars's eyes), you begin to blush, realising that all this time, you were talking to and confessing to him. Seonghwa. this handsome man who was always by your side and-

oh. and he was sleeping in the same bed as you. just great. you flush an even deeper shade and cover your face. and he had been jealous, not territorial, when your friend had come over.

"are you okay?"

"so okay."

"hug?"

"i, uh-"

"you give really good hugs."

"Park Seonghwa do you really want to make me suffer?"

"I AM SO SORRY ARE YOU HURT? DID I SAY SOMETHING WRONG I AM SO SORRY?!"

"no you are too cute. come here"

catboy!hwa headcanons

is initially cautious because well… you got used to him being a cat and now suddenly you have a whole man with cat ears and a tail walking around your house. he catches on to the fact that you are kind of shy around him too, but he does not push it, at least not straight away.

because that would mean that he has to get over his own shyness towards you extra quickly, and that proves to be difficult when it hits him that, well, he is now a person too, and you are a person, and he fell in love with you, and you told him you loved him before - on occasion he just walks around blushing with his ears pressed flat to his head but don't point it out he is already struggling ;~;

you might have to be the one to initiate the contact again because he is literally too scared to overstep anything and everything - even when you bought him his own first few sets of clothes as a 'human edition anniversary gift'. you approach him to give him a hug and he groups up as if he is about to dive into a pool, hands to his chest, eyes wide. but is he moving anywhere? no. does his purring give him away? yes. after that the two of you gently reintroduce physical touch and it makes you realise just how much you miss Mars, particularly because Seonghwa is still a little distant for understandable reasons. But you both are trying your best.

if you massage his head and scratch behind his hears he will melt - his favourite thing in the world is having his head rest on your lap with his eyes closed while you ruffle his hair really slowly and run your fingers through it.

desperately misses the times when you would call him handsome and pretty and smart, and every single affectionate word in the universe so he tries his damn hardest to get you to do that again, first by trying to be nice and helping you around the house, and when the results are not to his satisfaction and when cuddle sessions are pretty much the norm, but words of affection aren't… he pouts and openly asks you why you don't call him that anymore. you squeak the words out but the reaction makes every next attempt easier than anything.

he is scared to approach your room again, though, and this time you say nothing because well, this is a whole other territory. a couple of months pass before you consider and that is because you find him sleeping on the floor a couple of times, curled up with is tail covering his face a little, and he said it was because "he is scared otherwise and here is safe". so you take out a futon for now, but he is more than happy with this progress.

he learns how to cook both from you and from tutorials online, and then starts remembering what he used to cook a long time before - you basically stop cooking altogether because now he is insistent on waking you up with breakfast, packing you lunch and greeting you with dinner. he sometimes gets a bit too experimental, but you do not mind it too much because at least he cleans everything up.

you think you can ignore the lego in the corner of your living room? no :) it is a date now. a lego building date. for four hours straight. on the floor. him running this ship like you run your team at work. and his focus, his professional approach to the matter is a little too attractive, you admit to yourself. and somewhere along the way that translates into you planting a kiss on Hwa's cheek. this is the only time over the whole four hours that he drops the pieces he is holding in his hands, gazing at you, not quite sure if what he felt just now was real or not.

but nope, judging by your attempts to avoid his gaze this was very real. so he gets real bold real quick and guess who finds themselves trapped by two tones arms on either side of you, back on the floor, a curious and mischievous face a mere inch away? that's right, you. wants to build a starship, accidentally builds a relationship along with it - a major win.

there isn't ever a platonic stage really. an extensive awkward stage? sure. a roommates-maybe stage? sure. two people who like each other? sure. and now, after many months of you settling into a new routine, two people who love each other and keep telling each other that.

he finds a job that he can do remotely, and in this way remains mainly at home and around the neighbourhood with his beloved hobbies and balancing you out. in this way he now starts to sneak support to pay bills and to buy you little gifts (as a little apology for taking your clothes sometimes - read often)

it is not Hwa's fault that he misses you very quickly. it just happens. then one thing leads to another and he is lying on your shared bed hugging a hoodie of yours. eventually that leads to him dragging a couple more items out of your wardrobe and making a little nest out of them - only then does his worry go down and he goes for a nap while curled up in a ball.

when he knows that you should be arriving soon he starts walking up to the window, then away then back to the window, and away again. cycle repeats itself until he can spot you from a distance, and then he just stays by the window.

he helps you redecorate and rearrange your apartment, considering that you now have a 5'10'' human cat instead of one you can hold with two hands, and shocks you with just how many details he remembers about you, down to allergies, what colours irritate you when it comes to interiors, what plants you had to give away to keep him 'in cat form' safe - even though yes, he would not eat them, but how were you to know that?

he remembers all your special days, and hopes you remember his, too. thankfully, he knows his own birthday and using cat mathematics, converted from demon to cat to human. and so, now you can celebrate him wholeheartedly, only this time that also involves you taking him to go have a picnic under the cherry blossoms.

you and Seonghwa go to pick out and buy him a phone together, and you spend a whole day teaching him how to use it. soon enough your own phone goes off with notifications from him. he sends you fun things throughout the day and if he is busy, he sends you a selfie or a heartfelt message.

likes to curl up and read poetry with you. doesn't matter if out loud of in silence. what matters to him is that you are close. and good luck trying to get away - he has a tail and it is wrapped around your leg like an alert system so that he can tackle you right back to the couch or the bed. because it is you and Seonghwa time.

occasionally sings you lullabies that he either overheard somewhere or remembers, breaking into a smile when you wriggle closer to him and fall asleep, stress melting away from your every feature.

overall you are now living with a catboy Hwa cast out of hell for being too nice, who also turned out to be a big nerd, with heart eyes for you, sweater paws instead of actual paws, the occasional feline habits still coming through (like him rubbing his face against your shoulder, or your own face, or him hissing when frustrated or threatened, or him having the widest stretch in the morning, or… actually he is still part cat so, you have to deal with it), and all the love to give. thankfully not in the form of something he hunted. he buys birds at a store now. meant to be cooked. human-friendly.

he brings you a limited edition starship instead. if you display it he will look at you like he is falling in love with you all over again - if that is even possible because that would mean stopping loving you now, and that is the one thing he cannot do <3

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[belovedhoon]

Sticky

divider credit: @cafekitsune

paring: jo x f! reader genre: fluff, suggestive fandom: &Team wc: 1000+ warnings/tags: suggestive, making out, cursing requested: yes (sorry it took so long to post >.<)

taglist: @hmusunoo , @shypen , @st1llm0nster , @lonelybutterflytae

synopsis: you’re at waterbomb seoul with your group kiss of life and you’re performing your hit song sticky. how will your boyfriend jo react to your sexy performance and outfit?

fic under the cut >>>>>>>>

“Oh my gosh! I’m so excited!!” You heard your group member Natty say. You looked up at her, your makeup artist clicking her tongue at you moving your head once again. You sheepishly apologize to her, she shook her head playfully at your words.

“Glad you are Natty, I feel like I’m gonna throw up, I’m so nervous!” You let out while trying to not move your face again so not to get scolded by Jisoo your makeup artist again. Natty laughed at that.

“Why are you so nervous Y/N? Is it because your little boyfriend is gonna be there watching in the crowd?” Belle asked with a smirk on her face. You scoffed playfully at that.

“Oh shush Belle, I don’t wanna hear it…and for your information, he’s anything but little, pretty damn big if you want my opinion.” You said snickering at the look of disgust that crossed her face at that comment.

“Ohhh kay girls that’s enough! Belle stop teasing Y/N…and Y/N no one needed to know that!” Julie said exasperated. You and Belle were always bickering like sisters. You and Belle laughed at Julie’s frustrated tone.

“Wait…Where is Haneul?” You asked the girls, wondering where the youngest member of your group was. Natty snorted at that question.

“Maybe if you weren’t so busy scarring Jisoo with your boyfriend's dick popping up on your screen, then you would have heard her say that she got called for an outfit change real quick.” Natty said shaking her head and laughing at the mortified look on your face.

“Hey! In my defense, I didn’t expect Jo to send that at this moment.” You said with a huge sigh. They all just laughed at that. Jisoo finally finished up your makeup after reprimanding you 3 more times… In your defense, it was all Belle’s fault for trying to distract you and make you act up to get you in trouble.

Your group was next to perform and you could feel your heart beating so fast in adrenaline. Now that it was your turn to go on stage you couldn’t help but feel so invigorated and excited…Your fans really kept you going with excitement and happiness. You and your members walked out on stage only to hear the crowd going wild. This…this is what you lived for you thought to yourself feeling hyped up now that you could hear and see your fans cheering for you so loudly. You and your group began to sing and dance your hearts away, having lots of fun with each other and the exciting crowd.

You were just about to start the last song of your set Sticky and as you got in place you looked to the side to see your boyfriend Jo standing there with his groupmates K and Nicholas. You winked at him slyly before you went back to staring at the crowd. The song began and you and the rest of your girls started to sing and dance to the sultry song. You would occasionally throw looks at your boyfriend to see his reaction. Even from here, you could see the intense stare from Jo. Suddenly the water sprayed out at you drenching your white shirt and hair, causing your shirt to become slightly see-through.

You happened to look at Jo to see his reaction to that and saw him gasp then visibly gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing at the movement. You smirked at his reaction. You looked away getting really into the song, and giving it your all especially because you knew how much it was affecting Jo. You looked over one last time at your boyfriend to see his face red, and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, K and Nicholas laughing almost hysterically. Oh seems like they noticed your boyfriend’s predicament too.

The song ended and you and your group bowed, saying your goodbyes before heading towards the back of the stage where Jo was. You made a beeline straight for Jo. As soon as you got close enough, Jo grabbed your wrist pulling you with him to a storage closet.

“Woah Jo…what’s gotten into you?” You asked with a faux innocent tone looking up at him with wide eyes. Jo scoffed at your words.

“As if you don’t know…You were doing this on purpose weren’t you Y/N?” Jo asked with a frustrated tone. You just smirked at that statement before running your manicured nails up and down his chest teasingly. Jo groaned at the feeling of your nails on his skin, his body heating up. Jo then suddenly grabbed your waist bringing you in closer, crushing his lips on your own. You gasping at the intensity, he took the opportunity to push his tongue in your mouth. Both of you moaned at the contact, Jo brought his hands down to your ass squeezing roughly. You whined at the feeling of his fingers digging into the supple flesh.

Before it could get any further than that you heard a rapid knocking on the door of the storage closet you and Jo were in. Jo lets out a small ‘fuck’.

“Jo! We have like 3 minutes before we go on stage!” You heard K’s voice yelling at Jo through the door separating him from you two. Jo groaned, annoyed at that. Leave it to K to cockblock him.

“Yeah, yeah I’m coming.” Jo let out frustrated that he had to go on stage with a huge boner. You snickered at Jo’s annoyed tone before kissing him once more. You fixed up your hair and clothes, smoothing down Jo’s hair and fixing the ruffles in his clothes, before opening up the storage closet door. You smiled at K, waving at him before going to find your group members. As you got to them you felt your phone vibrating with a text, it was Jo letting you know that this wasn’t over and to meet him at his dressing room after his performance. You smiled at the text before catching up with your members, them laughing at the fact that your hair and lipstick were messed up.

[iznsfw]

How fast did you speed run writing the Eunbi waterbomb fic?😆

Here are some of her best angles again before (and hopefully) her Japan waterbomb outfit would blow us away again

Also sorry to hear about your laptop unfortunately going kaput, it sucks when things suddenly stop working

All the best with your commissions IZ! 💪💪

I love the OG pairing of Eunbi/Hyewon and Chaeyeon/Sakura for the cover photos on your commission page 😊

Best girl best tokki best leader AHHHHHH

I wrote Waterbombed (900+ notes wtf) in two days because goddammit Eunbi's hot, and I'm known as the Eunbi writer so I know people were expecting a fic from me. I didn't dislike the expectations because i genuinely liked writing it. (I genuinely like writing Eunbi to be more truthful, because come on.)

Thanks for the well wishes on my commissions! So far 3/10 of the slots have been filled, so if yall want to commission me, there's still a chance!

Kangbi and Kkuchaen best girls <3

[atztranspm]

San PM 5 : 07/24/23

Deureureureuk

What are you doing customers

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

I ate chicken

My belly is full

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Hello *in english*

I'm lying down

Drowsy drowsy

These days, I'm really into playing Zelda: the kingdom of tears

I'm working hard

It's so much fun

Recommend

Animal crossing as well

I dont think I can

I think I'll be too immersed in it

ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

Here

I'm getting ready to do a voice pop (live)

(Back at it again with the live description)

He started off with a jjajjan! Which was super cute, he was looking at the comments and said we had a good reaction and he wondered if we could hear him right (he started and ended a live cuz I don't think people could hear him)

He noticed the delay in comments but didn't mind it much.

He said this was going to be a voice only live and asked what everyone was doing

He started humming a song he said it was from the sound track howls moving castle "merry go round"

He said the comments were really fast so he was struggling to read them but managed to catch a few here and there. He answered a couple questions and someone asked about waterbomb (it's on my birthday can you believe, I won't be living another year after that)

He said that they were in the middle of preparing for water bomb and that it is going to be so much fun. He also teased a little saying he isn't going to be taking an clothes of and that he might just show up in a padded jacket (I'll scream)

He spoke about their recent concert and preformance and said that he had so much fun and he enjoyed preforming

Someone asked about a future comeback, like when the next one was and he said he didn't know but even if he did, he wouldn't be able to say cuz he get in trouble

He said that it is night time for him and many atiny should be getting to bed so he sang a little lullaby (at least I think it was, it was a slow cute song) then he said it was time for us to sleep or catch up on sleep. He said that even if we are all in different time zones, that we should have a good night's sleep (I really needed thos btw, I haven't slept proper sleep in a while)

Someone had asked if he was tired and he said yes but stayed up to do a live since many atinys were starting off their day. He said hwaiting to those waking up (he also sang BSS:fighting which made my little caratiny heart almost stop) he wished us strength through our day and told us to cheer up

He said he spoke to his dad a little before when he was working out and his dad said that he should rest on days like this, but san said he liked to at least work out so the day meant something and wasn't wasted. (So apparently san worked out before going to the dorms to rest, wild)

Then he said good night

"I love you 3000"

"You did well today"

"Close"

Then he did the little count down to 5 and ended the live

(I'm sleep deprived and this live made me slightly delusional but he is just so cute)

[mykpopwire]

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[worldfreshnews]

Australia news live: uncontrolled fire growing north of Melbourne; damage after wild storms lash Sydney

Fast-moving, uncontrolled fire growing north of Melbourne A large, fast-moving and uncontrolled grassfire north of Melbourne is growing and heading towards more towns, AAP reports. The blaze started at Flowerdale, about 90 minutes from the Victorian capital, on Tuesday afternoon and is burning north towards Yea. Waterbombing aircraft were used overnight and it is believed no homes have been…

[whats-wild-to-you]

hi & hello, hope you're doing well!! just saw your request box is open. if you're up to it, would you maybe write something for jay & a girlfriend just having a chill night in front of the tv - and just being cute, maybe after he had a stressful week. thank you, and have a lovely day! xoxo

OMG 😳 you can read my mind!!!!!!! I had the exact same idea after I saw a fancam of Jay’s performance @ Waterbomb Daegu 🤭 soooooooo here we go ….

_______________________________________________

You hadn’t seen Jay all week. Because he was going to perform today, he spent every day rehearsing and working out. Usually you went to all his performances. Jay told everyone you were his good luck charm but today you were busy yourself so you stayed in Seoul.

At around 10pm he texted you, saying that he’s finished and can’t wait to get home to you. He also mentioned that he was starving. You sighed, knowing exactly how he hadn’t had a proper meal all week. It was a three hour drive back to Seoul so that gave you enough time to prepare his favorite food for him. When you were done you ran to the store to get some beer. You came back just in time to see Jay getting out of his manager’s car and picking up his bags.

“Babe! I missed you!” You walked up to him and he took a step towards you. That’s when you noticed he was limping. “Are you hurt?” Jay shook his head, even though his face revealed he was in pain. “It’s not that bad, I fell on stage.”

“Babe!” You exclaimed and took his bags from Jay. “I knew something was going to happen! It’s too dangerous with all that water on stage!”

“I’m fine!” Jay insisted, grabbing your hand as he guided you inside the elevator. “I cooked for you!” You proudly announced when you entered your apartment. After Jay came back from the shower, you applied a heat patch on the spot where Jay fell and then you sat on the couch to eat.

Stuffed and happy you remained seated after you finished your dinner, observing Jay. “It doesn’t hurt at all, I promise!” He turned on the tv and you watched a comedy show. Shortly after you noticed Jay was suspiciously silent and realized he was about to fall asleep. Softly nudging his side you told him to go to bed but he said he wasn’t tired at all. You chuckled but let him be. A little while after you gently laid Jay’s head on your lap, stroking his hair and massaging his neck. That was his sweet spot and you knew Jay would be fast asleep in five minutes. After all he deserved some rest.

[khiphop-discussions]

Of the artists you have seen live, whose 'stage presence' would you rank the highest? I am not even sure how I would define that, maybe like who really wowed you with the sheer force and magic of their performance? And who do you suspect might be a truly electrifying performer that you hope to see live one day?

It’s hard to say who’s the best because like you said, the criteria can be different. So I’ll name some of the performers who really stand out to me and the reason why.

Kim Hyoeun - I could literally feel his voice in my body! Like omg that was an experience. Concerts are always loud but I’ve never really felt the vibrations in my chest like that lol. His voice is really something.

The Quiett (same concert as Kim Hyoeun. It was an Illionaire Ambition concert in LA) - he just has a certain vibe to him. I didn’t know almost any of the songs he performed but he just had a certain captivating energy. He’s just cool as hell! I guess the vibe can be considered like “swagger”? or charisma. I don’t think I’ve ever thought anyone else was that cool when watching them. I did a review of this concert I think I said something along the lines of “Even in the layers of clothes he was wearing he was still probably cold cause that’s how cool he is” lol (he was wearing like 3 layers).

E-Sens - he showed up and performed even when he wasn’t booked this night to perform. He also went out into the crowd that same night. Yeah, I just have a lot of respect for him even though I know almost none of his music. He seems to really be passionate about hip-hop and is very nice to his fans. His energy is kinda like “I’m talking so you’re gonna listen even if you don’t know who I am” and the crowd actually does it. He has a certain seriousness about him but not in a bad way. I guess it’s because he’s older and kind of a legend at this point. I’ve seen him at least 3 times and he always bring this feeling to his performances. DPR Live - something about him is just captivating. I think a lot of it is his love for the music. He gave a speech and damn near made everyone cry at his LA concert lol. I was lowkey dehydrated so I couldn’t cry even if I wanted to lol

Uneducated Kid - He literally almost jumped on me during a concert from the second story of the venue. Thank god for the 3 buff ass Kim JongKook looking ass security guards cause it was literally me, 2 women who looked about my size and age and then some little 12/13 year old dudes around us. IDK if the rest of the crowd would have been able to rush in fast enough cause it seemed like a lot of us were kinda confused at what the hell he was doing. He sang the lyrics all the way down surprisingly. Long story short, that was quite a performance lol. Very fun to watch and lots of antics. Another performance was at the club (it was a week or two before I saw him at the concert where he jumped off the second story lol), and the club was really WILD during his performance. There was shirtless guys moshing (if you know what that is, if not look it up) in the audience. To sum it up, I think he just knows how to get the crowd to go crazy.

Kpop examples: all of the kpop artists I’ve seen have been GREAT but some stand out as particularly good. G-Dragon - HOLY CRAP! He’s impeccable. He was really born for this. I also cried during “That XX” hahaha

Hyuna - same as GD. She told a girl in the crowd “I love you” and the girl literally started crying lol. Then Hyuna asked “Why Cry?” and then “Are you ok?: and then started the performance. 

I mean, literally just go watch any of their performances on youtube. The charisma and presence can be felt through video.  Who do I think would be electrifying?

I think it would be the same with CL but I’ve never seen her live to know. Young B. I saw him a TRILLION times (homeboy is ALWAYS at the club. Go HOME! LOL) but never saw a performance. The two times I could have, I had something else planned. Giriboy had a concert and many IMJMWDP + WYBH members performed but that was the same night I had went to the Yng & Rich Records concert (the one where Uneducated Kid jumped into the crowd lol). The second time was the same day I was booked to leave Korea. It was IMJMWDP’s version of Waterbomb but it was all the way in Busan and I was in seoul anyway. I contemplated staying one extra day and pushing my flight back but that was just a small thought cause A) where was I gonna stay? I checked out of my dorm B) How was I gonna get to Busan and back anyway I would have figure all the logistics of that out too C) I was running low on money at this point so ???? LOL Sik-k would probably have great stage presence. Some fuckery seemed like it went down at all of his concerts during the US tour lol Bobby or iKon in general. They seem really good at performing based on their concert videos.

[ace-angel-judas]

Part III: Meeting and Missing 

Pairing: Minsik/Lyla

Genres: Established Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining.

Synopsis: Being the manager to a playboy rapper had just been Lyla’s everyday life, yet being in love with the cat loving dork behind the playboy rapper facade was a more challenging occupation.

For Lyla’s first Christmas party, she really wasn’t expecting things to be so.. crazy per say. Although, maybe Lyla should have expected to see Groovyroom dancing on tables and music blaring. But there was no surprise in having her artist, half drunk and rushing towards her. 

“LYLA!” 

Flinching and laughing, Lyla was engulfed in a hug that consumed her with the smell of cologne and the warmth of Minsik’s body. She didn’t really want to be concerned with when he began drinking, this was supposed to be laid back anyway. 

“Hey,” Lyla patted his arm softly, “Looks like fun,” 

“You should dance with me,” Minsik laughed. 

“I can’t,” Lyla shook her head and laughed. 

Minsik rolled his eyes and leaned back before lifting himself again, the usual cute smile spreading across his face. 

“Please?” He pouted, “I don’t care if you can’t dance,” 

Lyla shook her head even as he grabbed her hands, pulling them close to his chest and trying to drag her towards the dance area. A pair of hands grabbed Lyla’s shoulders and stopped her, making her pull her hands away quickly. Minsik looked at the person with a soft glare. 

He didn’t like the look of this man, who was the same hieght as him and a little bit chubbier with glasses on his face. This male looked like he had a stick up his ass and Minsik was ready to shove it further. 

“Minsik,” Lyla grabbed the male’s hand and Minsik was confused, more so from the alcohol in his system, “This is my boyfriend, Hyungmin,” 

“Oh,” The word left his lips laced with venom and an octave deeper than usual, “Well, I’m her artist,” 

“Ah, Minsik,” Hyungmin held out his hand yet Minsik only nodded, “Good to meet you,” 

Before Minsik could make another comment, Lyla perked up with her cute smile and made him melt into a gooey drunk mess. Hyungmin shook his head as he looked around the room. 

“Where’s Nari?” Lyla asked. 

“Uhh, somewhere?” Minsik shrugged, glancing around for a second, “She’s not a party person,” 

Lyla noted that her day was moving extremely slow. Most of her work was finished, making her lean back and stare at the white computer screen. Everything was usually moving too fast with Minsik around, the need to go somewhere or answer some phone or something. 

While he was in the military, Lyla was simply doing some management work for the company. Organizing events, helping the other managers and such. Yet now, she was just bored. 

A photo frame sat on her desk, a picture of herself and Minsik from waterbomb alongside the photo of her boyfriend on their anniversary. It was a fun time, especially the afterwards when they went out to celebrate while still in that concert high. 

Lyla remembered half way through the concert when she got soaked from one of the guns thanks to Haon, making her have to change. Or when Minsik attempted to hug her while covered in water, chasing her around the tent for five minutes before giving up, only to hug her before while she wasn’t expecting it. 

Hopefully by the time Minsik was back, he’d still be his bright and cheerful self. Lyla wanted that again, the playfulness of their friendship. 

[mountphoenixrp]

The Sunshine Festival is coming up fast! In preparation, you can find the program for the concert stage and market below!

Market Booths:

Blackforest Bakery Goods/Services: An array of pastries ranging from cookies, donuts, and cream puffs to cakes, large cinnamon rolls, and pies; along with refreshing lemonade. Specials: Buy 1, get 1 free on all small pastries; cakes and pies are 40% off.

Blind Date Pop-Up Booth (run by Lee Taemin) Goods/Services: Blind date arranging (proceeds go to Stop&Paws’ animal shelter) Specials: Pay 5 dollar fee & fill out form to be set up for a blind date on the last night of the sunshine festival. (Send the below info to @taeminxmp​ for your muse to be set up on a blind date!)

Name: Age: Orientation: Ideal type:

Blossoms of Yggdrasil Goods/Services: Handmade customized flower crowns. Specials: A little free basket of fresh berries grown by Pan himself if you purchase 2 flower crowns.

Dr. Feelgoods’ Goods/Services: Glasses of beer and wine. Specials: Free hourly wine tasting.

For the Fairest Goods/Services: Designer sun dresses, accessories, on-site fittings and limited edition swimsuits made by the shop designers for this event only. Specials: Buy 2 get 1 free accessories, 20% off requested commissions only at the booth during the festival.

Halo Salon & Spa Goods/Services: Shoulder massages, hair trims and manicures. Specials: 20% off your next visit coupons handed out to every customer.

Happy Berry Boutique Goods/Services: Cute accessories and clothing. Specials: Buy 3 get 1 free accessories, 15% off commissions ordered at the booth, free cartoon key chains.

Mukashi-Kara Sweets Shop Goods/Services: Sunshine/summer themed mochi and wagashi. Specials: Free samples of mochi and yokan, buy 2 get 1 free individual sweets.

Roller Disco Goods/Services: Free pop-up outdoor roller rink by the concert stage and a cotton candy stand. Specials: 20% off your next visit coupons handed out to every visitor.

Siren’s Song Goods/Services: CDs, vinyl records, merchandise for various bands/artists. Specials: Buy 2 get 1 free on CDs, buy 3 get one free on vinyls, merchandise 15% off.

Sweet Spot (Eros’ pop up chocolate and sweets booth) Goods/Services: Fine flower and fruit infused chocolates, light sweet confections and “love dust”. Specials: Chocolate dipped fruit.

Performers:

Alexios, singing and playing piano

Alexios will be singing a song he had written himself titled “Come to Me” while playing the piano.

Auralie Lebeau, pixie dance

Aura will be performing a dance to traditional Japanese music in a kimono, whilst also creating pixies out of sunlight and maneuvering them as part of the performance. Imagine small forms of sunlight flittering against her hands, fluttering along to the music.

Blair Kim, singing and playing guitar

Blair will be taking to the stage for the first time in years singing and playing the acoustic guitar. This will be a more laid back musical performance combining pop and rock sensibilities.

Chiori Yako, singing and dancing

A short concert of her current most popular J-pop songs.

Dakota Kim, singing and playing guitar

Dakota will be performing ‘Darte Un Beso’ on the guitar.

Heather Rhodes, playing guitar

Heather will be performing an acoustic cover of ‘Be Mine-Ofenbach’.

Jung Jinsoul, playing piano

Jinsoul will be providing musical accompaniments for any performers who need it as well as for karaoke/open mic.

Kang Chani, dance

Chani will be showing off a couple of his dance routines he's been working on since he got to the island but hadn't really shown anyone that he can do. The dances will all be solo pieces of mainly hip hop songs.

Lee Taeyong, freestyle dance

Taeyong will be performing a freestyle dance to Paris in the Rain by Lauv. His snowy abilities will also be showcased.

Nakamoto Yuta, singing and playing guitar

Yuta will be playing a couple of his own original songs and some mixed in Japanese song covers.

Pythia, playing the violin

Pythia will be playing violin covers of some classical pieces and popular love songs.

Sekhmet, belly dancing and fire performance

She will be putting on a belly dancing performance while manipulating different fire constructs.

Valentina Ruiz-Kim, singing and dancing

A splash zone multi-song performance. Audience will be able to shoot water on the stage as well as staff being given the opportunity to soak her and her fellow dancers as the perform with water blasters. (Based off Hyolyn’s 2018 WaterBomb stage)

Please use this information to plot with as many people as you would like! Employees and performers can have threads where they are working/performing and threads during their days off at the festival, if you’d like.

There is no time limit for threads, but the event will only officially last a week, so make sure to start your threads or whatever else you have in mind once it begins!

Most importantly, of course, have fun!

[rkcheri]

YOUR LOVE IS POTEN  ━━     ﹡ 𝚂𝙴𝙹𝙴𝙾𝙽𝙶 、 

they arrive early in the venue for the waterbomb festival. when naeun had thought she could rest a bit before they got on stage -- they had been called out for rehearsal and sound check. it was tiresome with the heat making standing on stage feel more unbearable than ever. she was sure later on in the day, with fans spraying them with water to their ( lewd ) delight, it would feel fine but all naeun could concentrate on -- other than the strange ache in her throat from the heat making her mouth dry -- was the fact that she was starting to feel sticky.

ugh.

she just wanted to get off stage and in front of a fan as fast as possible. ( or maybe inside a freezer, if that was quicker ) though, freezers were probably out of her luck, naeun was glad that after the nfth time of going over ‘up and down’ the sound techs were finally satisfied with the quality and let them go. rather than follow the rest of the girls, naeun had opted to head to the cafeteria area, hoping she could snatch an ice cream from one of the venders before passing out before the concert began.

and honestly, she was just going to do that before she saw a familiar face from the corner of her eye ( familiar as in tv-familiar and not met-in-person familiar ) that made her stop frozen in her steps. “eh?” she felt her eyes go wide and her heart begin the small electric-flip it does whenever she saw someone she admired. before she knew it, she was taking a step back, a quick one-two step before her finger was gently tapping the other girl’s shoulder. “excuse me, were you the actress who played minah from love poten?”

clearly, at this moment she wasn’t luxe’s main vocal cheri. instead, she was a puddled fan girl named son naeun.

[marksseagulleyebrows-blog]

my favorite verses from the “119 REMIX”

“119 REMIX” is a track produced by GRAY, and is a large collaboration between fifty-one K-Hip-Hop artists, including well known rappers such as Jay Park, LOCO, Sik-K, and, obviously, GRAY. This remix/song is a whole twenty minutes and forty seconds long, with fifty-one verses (one verse for each artist featured). In this blog post, I will be listing (not in order of favorite or least, it’s randomized because I’m indecisive)  and talking about my favorite verses in the “119 REMIX.”

Jay Park

“We the m*tha f*ckin' gang bro

We mobbin' deep

Wreakin' havoc to

The game h*e, like prodigy

RIP like Ali float and stingin' like a bee

Most you rappers be my son

That means I'm your father

Yeah GRAY BEAT I'm flammin'

Don't wanna here

Another word from you

Tell me where my payment is

Hop on this famous d*ck

Time is money honey and

Lemme tell u now ain't

Nobody wastin' it

Ooh yeah, look at the drip

Huh yeah, let’s take a trip

Soju let's take sip

Take a sip b*tch”

Jay Park’s verse is the first verse in the remix and it really had me hooked from the start. I really enjoy his rapping style, and how his verse just flows so smoothly, with the simple rhymes that he makes work so well. For example, one of my favorite parts of his rap is near the end, where he rhymes “drip,” “trip,” and “sip.” In addition, earlier in his verse, he rhymes “bee” and “아버지,” (I really hope that’s the correct Korean thing, because I found that off a website) which is “father/dad” in Korean.

Woodie Gochild

When there is a fire, extinguish it 119

(Yeah, I’m so fresh as Gochild)

You good? Don't get cocky, my friend

(who can do it like Gochild)

I transcend time, best friends with Saimdang and King Sejong

My popularity is like Sobangcha in 1998

Spray water, Drip harder, Drip beads of sweat

I’m so hot, hot, hot, hot

I really enjoy Woodie Gochild’s rap because it’s different from just aggressive rapping; it’s more of a melodic rap. Also, I really liked the little “Yeah, I’m so fresh as Gochild,” and “Who can do it like Gochild?”

PENOMECO

Yeah, we bring the fire, gun shots

Fire appeared by playing with fire, blowin up

Seems like your underwear got wet because of your sweat, seems like there's a waterbomb

As my brother said, "f*ck your opinion" get away from us

We are natural organic

Rather than fanning, just pour oil, you get it?

Private planes are our rendezvous

Suddenly our destination is Malibu,

Yeah we gon' do

I really enjoy PENOMECO’s rapping in general, and how he can switch from very melodic rapping- to where it’s almost like he’s singing-- to very fast and aggressive rapping. In addition to this, PENOMECO also includes a lot of rhyming in his verse. My personal favorite part of the song, just happens to be the part that rhymes as well. At the end of his verse, PENOMECO rhyme’s “rendezvous,” “Malibu,” and “do.”

YUNHWAY

Call 119, yuh, 911 out here

Mama’s teriyaki, roastin' on that fire

I’m feelin' lucky, lucky, I'm wearing Versace

I'm the queen, sky high, WDP

Go above like smoke

Disappear like Lil Cherry

I'm different different

Different from you guys, I'm different

So different from you

Saewoo and Yunhway sing Night Sea

You listen to our songs everynight

I'm different different now you follow me

I’ve never really listened to YUNHWAY before this remix, however after listening to her rap, I’m very interested in listening to more of her music. Her rapping style is very interesting; it’s like a lazy rap, that has this really effortless drawl, even when she’s rapping quickly.

Anyways, these are just some of my favorite verses from the song, but-- honestly-- the whole remix/song slaps, so you should listen to it and buy it and support it! In addition, any profits made from this remix are donated to firefighting organizations.

[jwooyoung]

What's your opinion on the people saying Gwangil Jo didn't deserve to win because he didn't "change" over the course of SMTM10? (Not that I agree, I just wanted your opinion on it 😊)

I think what people expected was for him to suddenly be like oh yeah I'm not fast rapping anymore but like. he doesn't JUST do that ?? his entire dark adaptation album was him showing that he can also do other things AND do them well but people only listen to acrobat and decide they're going to base their entire opinion around that. I understand if people don't like his style of rapping but he definitely did deserve to win especially since all of his songs sounded different (and some of the other contestants brought the same sound multiple times and still made it through). like Thorn has a completely different sound than Waterbomb??

in my opinion, since also would have deserved the win if she had won but everyone else (maybe besides mudd the student) also weren't showing the "different sides" everyone wanted from gwangil so I'm not sure why there's so much hate surrounding him specifically