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[astroyongie]

Can you pls do woodz a-z nsfw plls pllssa pllssss And thnx you 💓

A To Z Analysis: NSFW

Woodz

A = Aftercare

He is actually very very good at aftercare, the type to talk through it, and to get anything that you need. A cuddler as well

B = Body part 

On his partner, he likes generous chest. As for himself he is the most proud of his muscles and his hair

C = Cum 

He isn't much of a mess, but he WILL make a mess, usually the type to like releasing inside

D = Dirty secret

Has a thing for pregnancies or the idea of conceiving. Like doing the deed without a condom is a huge turn on

E = Experience

He has some experience but most of it, are intimate

F = Favorite position

Intimate ones are his favorites, like classical missionary and the ones you can ride and discover him

G = Goofy 

Oh he can be quite goofy, lighthearted during the deed. Isn't the type to get too rough

H = Hair 

Not that much, he likes to be natural although he sometimes shaves himself. It depends on his mood. He doesn't like bare partners

I = Intimacy 

Woodz definitely needs to be in love or have a high trust with the person to sleep with them

J = Jack off 

Not something he does the most, sex has to have some type of meaning in his eyes

K = Kink

His kinks are all in the daddy themes, like creameries, daddy/oppa role, pregnant fantasies, booby sucking and playing.

L = Location 

The bedroom, but he would like to try showers and confortable places

M = Motivation 

Usually sweet talk is enough to get him in the mood, eye playing, showing cleavage too

N = No 

Would say no to anything that involves pain into the sex

O = Oral 

He isn't the best at oral, so his partner would need to guide him a lot so he can do something nice. Blowjobs are a good ay of foreplay as well

P = Pace

He is a sensual and slower pacer

Q = Quickie 

Not into them, he likes sex to be long and lasting

R = Risk 

He would take risk as long as it's discussed before and it doesn't involve anything of too much risk

S = Stamina

He has nice stamina. Usually the average but he will keep going in other ways to please his partner

T = Toys 

Wouldn't say no to them but he isn't a fan either

U = Unfair

Woodz isn't much of a teaser, but he would enjoy if his partner plays some mind games with him

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not too loud, he moans quietly

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He is a switch and he would happily tae the role of sweet boy who is dominated by their mommy partner if he has to. Would be an open experience for him

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average, but more for the lean, not too much girth

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He has a low sex drive compared to other males

Z = Zzz

After sex he likes to cuddle and to talk gently with his partner about trivial matters

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Releases last week

Jungkook - Standing Next to You (With Usher)

Tamin - Rizzness

DPR Ian Limbo + Skins

Woodz - Amnesia

[we-survive-endlessly]

Cho Seungyoun the man that you are 🥰

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[palajae]

unfamiliar warmth. | season one

PAIRING ▸ bad boy! heeseung x reader

GENRE ▸ college! au, s2ls?, romance, angst, fluff, humor

WORD COUNT ▸ 6.5k

SUMMARY ▸ you’ve heard all sorts of rumors about the campus’s resident “bad boy” and his group of friends, but an accidental encounter with lee heeseung himself leads you to believe otherwise. 

AKA a bad rendition of the “i hate everyone but you” trope. 

NOTES ▸a very happy happy late birthday to heedeeung! 🥳🥳🎉parties, alcoholic consumption, mentions of kissing, drugs and smoking, slight injuries, i think that’s it?? // aaaaa here is the first “season” out of seven ;)

PLAYING ▸ different by woodz. | series masterlist.

“PARTIES ARE NOT OVERRATED.” 

Yuna rolls her eyes, bobbing her head to the booming music while you sigh. It’s not like you could hear her well over all the noise and commotion. You found your spot on the couch to be perfectly comfortable- minus the couple making out about a foot from you. 

You don’t know why you came, why you made an effort to look nice for no one, not a single person in mind or sight.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you yell at yuna even when you know she can’t hear you. You silently get up and make your way past countless sweaty bodies to the kitchen. You spot a couple of familiar faces, meaning people you’ve recognize from your school that have probably never batted a single eye at you. 

You grab a new can of soda (boring, you know) and decide to get some fresh air. Whoever hosted this party, their house was huge. That meant you had absolutely no idea where you were going. But hey, when did that ever matter? 

The flashing lights as you walk down some random hallway make you feel dizzy. You stumble along until you find a door. With no one else around, you think you’ve hit the jackpot. Twisting the knob, you’re greeted by the fresh air. Jackpot, indeed. 

You’re not surprised that random doors open up to balconies in a house like this. But what you didn’t expect was someone already leaning over the edge, back facing you. 

You freeze, and they turn around. Okay, so maybe you were wrong earlier. 

Lee Heeseung’s cocked eyebrow greets you and you suddenly get flashbacks. It’s same face that somehow obtained the reputation as your school’s “bad boy,” the same one that could never escape the worst rumors along with his group of friends. Drugs, smoking, illegal activities, whatever you named Lee Heeseung and his group were most likely mixed up in rumors involving it. 

You never had any face to face encounters with the handsome boy until today, none at school and you wonder if it’s because he barely showed up or you didn’t pay close enough attention. But here in person, you could attest to the general public’s opinion about him- at least appearance wise. Styled black hair falling into his eyes, multiple ear piercings, and that iconic leather jacket. 

Lee Heeseung was the epitome of the bad boy stereotype. 

You swallow, hand already reaching back for the handle. “Sorry, I didn’t know someone else was already out here.” 

But what you didn’t expect was the quiet chuckle that escapes his lips. He looks out into the dark night and your eyes follow his action. 

“Is there a rule saying only one person’s allowed on the balcony at a time?”

You blink. What?

His eyes flick back to you and you stand a bit straighter. “Um, not that I know of?” 

This time, Heeseung laughs louder and you feel your guard lowering a little. He moves to give you a bit more space and you contemplate before gladly taking it. 

For a couple of seconds, you enjoy the silence and peace, along with the sight of the bright moon. 

“Never thought I’d see you here,” he suddenly speaks up and you jump slightly at the sound of his voice. You’re still not used it. In your surprise, you miss the way the corner of his mouth quirks up at your reaction. 

“You know who I am?”

Heeseung shrugs, “I think I’ve seen you walking around campus before. Don’t get your hopes up.” 

At that you scoff, “I can assure you, I certainly wasn’t.” The amused look on his face makes you wonder if he thought you were some sort of game. Then you frown, “But what do you mean by that? That you didn’t expect to see me here?” 

He shifts and the metal belt on his jacket clangs badly against the balcony railing. “I don’t like to judge by appearances but since you’re always in a rush, looking distracted or busy, it seemed like you didn’t care for parties.”  

Your eyes widen. Lee Heeseung was much more observant than you thought. “Well,” you’re inclined to say after some time thinking, “you aren’t wrong about that.” 

He nods silently and you gesture out with your hands, “That’s why I’m here. What about you?”

You don’t know what compelled you to ask him, let alone stay in this space with him, but continuing the conversation- in this atmosphere- just felt right. Maybe your friends would kill you if they found out you talked to Heeseung, but you couldn’t care in the moment. 

“Same,” he replies softly. As to what, you have no clue but don’t take the time to ask for clarification. He catches the can in your hand and smiles. “No alcohol either?” 

You glance at him, again surprised to hear him talk again. He’s only someone you’ve ever heard about, and being next to him in person was certainly a different experience. “Nah. I know everything else is probably spiked anyway.” 

“That’s why I rarely drink at parties like these.” 

A part of you wants to ask why he even came to ‘parties like these’ but the first thing that blurts out of your mouth is-

“Lee Heeseung passed on drinking?” Immediately you cup a hand over your mouth so that Heeseung is only able to see your two wide eyes peeking back at him. 

He smirks and you swallow, “So you do know my name.” 

You splutter and he laughs. You contemplate apologizing for the rude outburst, especially since he was a stranger, but then decide against it at his relaxed posture. Nice to know he wasn’t offended. 

“You know, you haven’t tried to run away the moment you saw me. Or hookup with me. Or get out pepper spray and threaten me with it.” 

“Is that supposed to be a compliment?” You muse and he laughs again, reaching out to ruffle your hair. You make a sound of protest and glare at him. “For your information, I do have pepper spray and would gladly take it out right now.” 

Heeseung leans in closer and suddenly, your body refuses to move. “Really?” His husky voice sends shivers down your spine. 

Seeing his face up close, you realize how pretty he is. Before either of you can do anything, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket. 

Spell broken (and moment ruined), you see four missed calls from yuna and ryujin. “Shoot, I gotta go,” you murmur aloud to no one in particular. 

Well, maybe Heeseung. He watches you with curious eyes as you fumble about with your phone. You turn to the door, reaching for the handle, before you get interrupted. 

“Hey,” Heeseung calls out. You stop and look back towards him with a curious look. 

“I never got your name.” 

You suppress a smile, keeping an unreadable expression on your face. “Maybe you’ll have to wait until the next party to find out.” With that, you head back inside, heart pounding a little too fast for comfort. 

“You talked to Lee Heeseung? And held a conversation that lasted more than two words- hi, goodbye? Y/n, you-“

At first, you wanted to keep your encounter with Lee Heeseung a secret. But knowing your nosy friends who wanted to know where you disappeared off to at the party, the secret was bound to come out. Excluding the weird flirting on his account- if you could even consider that flirting. You didn’t know Heeseung personally, maybe his personality was just like that as some people naturally were. And seeing as how he acted nothing according to what his reputation seemed like and what you’ve heard, you couldn’t keep any judgments right off the bat. 

You hold up a hand in exasperation to stop Chaeryeong. “I know what you’re going to say. But hear me out, he’s nothing like what people say.” 

Ryujin raises an eyebrow, “Are you sure about that y/n? A bunch of girls have talked about how he’ll just glare at them. And ignore them for like, no reason. Even I know from first hand experience that his poker face is no joke.” 

You shake your head, “No one would do that for no reason. Those attention seeking girls probably did something that ignited that reaction from him.” 

Yuna gasps, “You’re kidding me. Our Y/n defending the notorious bad boy?”

You roll your eyes, “Who said anything about me doing that? I just think we shouldn’t assume anything from rumors and gossip.” 

Ryujin shoots you a look, “Whatever you say, y/n. Just be careful.” 

“Of course. What do you think is gonna happen?”

You don’t know what was worse- getting your hopes up or having hopes to begin with. You tried to not make it obvious you were looking for a certain someone, but that plan ultimately failed. 

“Y/n? Are you good? You keep looking around distracted, like you’re expecting someone.” 

You shake your head wearily, “No, sorry yuna.”

Chaeryeong suddenly gasps and her head whips toward you with an accusatory stare. “Don’t tell me you’re looking for-“

You practically leap over the table to slap your hand over her lips, effectively muffling her next words. You mutter into her ear and her face pales before she nods. Then you let go of Chaeryeong with an easy smile and the others clear their throats. 

“I’m gonna use the restroom,” you excuse yourself as your friends exchange looks. 

You step past people left and right, looking for the nearest restroom. And maybe another person. 

“Well, if it isn’t pretty in the flesh.” 

Your head whips around to find Heeseung leaning up against the wall like in those cliche movies. 

“H-heeseung.” 

“Looking for me? Could it be that you missed me that much?” 

You cross your arms with a scowl, “You wish.” 

He chuckles, pushing off the wall to meet you halfway. “Maybe I did, but it’s okay. Me too.”

Your face heats up at that and you avoid his gaze. His smile grows at that and you glance around nervously. “What are you doing here?”

Even you knew how utterly stupid of a question that was. Just being around him made your brain all fuzzy. 

He pretends to think, the heel of his boot tapping against the hardwood floor. “I dunno, someone promised me a name last time so I figured I needed to see them again.” 

You laugh for the first time in front of him and he visibly brightens up at the sight. 

“Do you wanna get out of here?”

You grin, “I thought you’d never ask.” 

Lee Heeseung, someone you’ve barely met over a week ago and had a grand total of one full conversation together, was essentially a stranger. Yet you couldn’t help but feel comforted by his presence. He was different, he didn’t give off those “bad boy” vibes as much as you would’ve expected. 

“I am in no way surprised that you have a motorcycle.” 

He smirks again and you watch silently as he puts on one of the helmets. Heeseung offers you the other and you hesitate. 

He must see the wary look in your eyes because he reaches for one of your hands, grip unexpectedly warm and soft. “You can trust me, I’m not a bad driver.”

You stare at him skeptically but end up taking the helmet. “I don’t trust you.” 

“Hey, I haven’t died yet.” 

“What a comforting thing to know,” you respond dryly and Heeseung huffs. Your jaw almost drops at the reaction. Tough guy Heeseung acting like a little kid? That was an once in lifetime sight and you think you could get paid a fat stack if you videoed that moment. 

Just to make sure, you pat your pocket to double check that your phone was still there. In case you had to call your friends for help. Again, Heeseung was still just a stranger that you knew. 

A stranger that you were leaving a party with. You thought you trusted him but still, you feel your stomach churn. You stop trying to fit the helmet on. What if this was all just a ruse? 

A ruse for Heeseung to take you away? Do something worse? 

You just met this guy, you knew practically nothing about him. All your doubts and insecurities rise up, What if he-

A voice breaks you out of your stupor. “Are you okay?” His concerned gaze comes into view. 

You cough, readjusting to move his hand off yours. “Yeah, sorry. Just felt sick for a second. Maybe I should go back in-“

Frowning, Heeseung puts his hands on your shoulders. You stiffen, suddenly hating the way you’re unable to control how your body reacts to him. 

“Is it serious? Do you need to go to a hospital?” 

Abruptly, you shake your head, “No, I think I just need to get inside. To my friends.”

He puts a hand on your forehead for a brief moment. You can’t move. 

“You don’t have a fever,” he murmurs. “Are you sure you want to go back in?” He cocks his eyebrow but the feeling you get is much different from the last time you saw him do that. 

“The music’s loud and there are a lot of people. I can drive you to the hospital or home, I don’t mind.” 

Internally, you curse. Now you’re feel conflicted, wondering if he was still acting or not- if he was pretending to care about you.  

If so, he was doing a great job at it. 

You sigh, shaking your head. Too late now. “It’s okay. I just want to see my friends.”

“Alright,” he says softly, “I’ll take you back in.” 

You wonder if this was a mistake. The mistake of talking to Heeseung in the first place or going back to your friends and the party, you’re not sure which one. 

Better safe than sorry, you continue to remind yourself. 

His hand stays on your back as if to steady you back into the house, his warm touch lingering in the back of your mind. Your friends seem surprised to see you, especially at the sight behind you. Or rather, the person behind you. 

“Y/n?” Ryujin gets up, grabbing your arm. “What’s going on?”

“She said she was feeling sick and wanted to see you guys. I just took her back.” The sudden blank expression on his face catches you off guard. 

Heeseung turns to you and his face morphs into a much kinder one, “Hope you feel better. Can I see your phone?” 

Utterly confused, you take it out as your friends watch, dumbfounded. 

He types something quickly before returning it to you. “If you need something, just call me. I don’t usually give it out but here’s my number. See you later, pretty.” 

You’re sure your mouth is hanging open, and so is your friends. Slowly, you look at them and you know you’re screwed seeing their “you better explain everything” faces. 

Needless to say, you stay up that night. Thinking of Heeseung. His troubled gaze, delicate touch. The fact that you thought he was some creep and he kinda sorta ended up being anything but that. 

The fact that his number was entered into your phone but you didn’t make the effort to contact him left you turning and tossing in bed. Was he waiting for you? 

Or should you wait for him to do something first?  

The more you thought about it, the more you realized the truth. If he really wanted to, he could’ve taken advantage of you at any point. At the last party or a couple hours ago- you were alone with him both times. 

Your friends were utterly shocked at the way he treated you. And it’s not like they trusted him still, but they got to see a different side of him. A different side- you didn’t want to admit it- that you wanted to see more of. 

And even though they warned you, maybe a part of you wanted to not listen. You wanted to dive deeper into the mystery that was Lee Heeseung. 

Most of your time was spent studying, or doing work, or relaxing during the rare free time you had. 

No wonder Heeseung said you always looked serious. It’s because you were. Everything you did was for a better future. All your efforts were made to have them pay off later in life. 

Parties were just an afterthought- if you had free time and your friends asked you to come. You didn’t go because you enjoyed it. Or at least, that’s what you believed. 

Until you met Heeseung. 

Maybe you tried a little harder with your appearance for the next party you went to. Maybe you pretended you didn’t care anymore but your eyes would subconsciously study each room that you entered. 

“Y/n, come dance with us!” 

You shake your head with a smile, “I’m good. You guys have fun.” 

That’s how it usually went. Your friends would offer a couple times before giving up and leaving you alone. And that’s what you were used to- what you enjoyed. Or maybe, didn’t enjoy. 

Just like last time, you find an empty couch to sit on. One of your secret hobbies was people watching. You soon realized you learned a lot more by just watching on the sidelines. But unlike all the previous times, you feel the couch dip beneath you- an extra addition of weight. 

“Feeling better?” 

It had been a week since you last saw him, and nothing changed. The way your heart rate subconsciously began to pick up, your hands turn sweaty, it was all the same. 

“Hi,” you breathe apprehensively. 

Heeseung sits on the other edge of the couch, watching you with a small smile. 

“Sorry about last week,” you fiddle with your fingers. He chuckles and you glance up at him, “Why are you apologizing? As long as you’re okay now, that’s all that matters.” 

“What’s with the cheesiness,” you mumble and he can’t hide his grin. 

“Thanks though,” you bite your bottom lip, “for taking care of me.” 

“No problem.” 

Without realizing it, the space between you two on the couch becomes a little smaller. You inhale, “Can I tell you something? Honestly?”

He shifts, “Of course.” 

“Last week,” you look at the ground, “I wasn’t actually sick. I just got scared that I didn’t know your intentions and backed out. Are you… are you mad that I lied?”

His face turns from a shocked one into an amused one. Heeseung reaches out and tucks a piece of stray hair behind your ear. This time, you’re the shocked one. 

“You know,” he starts and you bob your head. 

“Yeah?”

“Not really. I understand since we just met and all. But I do think I deserve something. You know, since you never texted me.”

That’s true, you fell asleep and forgot to message him. And the day after that, and the day after that. Maybe you were too busy to text until it felt like it was too late (and too awkward) to send him a message. You tilt your head, waiting eagerly for his response. 

“Tell me your name. Or, don’t. Either way I’ll find out in the end.” 

You almost scoff at his smoothness. Maybe Heeseung’s playboy side was coming out.“You want to know that bad?” 

He nods with a smirk and you shake your head, speechless. 

“Fine. It’s y/n. Happy?” 

“And your last name?” You roll your eyes, even with a stupid grin on your face. 

“Y/l/n. Y/n y/l/n.” 

“Thank you. Now, can I ask you something too? Honestly?” 

You shrug, “Go for it.”

“Can I kiss you?”

Your eyes widen. Bold- and he asked for consent- another thing noted that you check off your imaginary list that came out of nowhere. With that, instead of replying, you take a deep breath and close your eyes. 

When you peek them open, just the tiniest bit, Heeseung’s face is much closer and your breath hitches. 

The only thing you could feel was him. It felt like it was only the two of you in the room. You couldn’t think of anything else. Your mind was blank as his lips moved over yours. 

He pulls back and your eyes flutter open. He gives you another smile and you look away, embarrassed. 

“Aw. You liked it that much?” 

You tell him to shut up and he laughs, patting your head. You check the time in your phone. “It’s late. Maybe I should get home.”  

“Do you need a ride?” His eyes twinkle mischievously and you hum. 

“Maybe. Let me just tell my friends that I’m going.” 

This time, Heeseung helps you put on the helmet. He tightens the straps softly, fingertips tickling your chin. Your arms wrap around him securely as the wind blows past you, feeling like if you were flying as Heeseung drives you home. 

Even more so when he kisses your forehead and tells you goodnight in that sickeningly sweet voice of his. 

You could care less about the rumors surrounding you. 

Sure, people saw you with him. What difference did it make? The fact that everyone called him a bad boy when in reality, he treated you like you were his most precious treasure. 

You reassured your friends that you were fine, to have some trust in you. 

Although you barely saw Heeseung outside of parties, the way he acted when he was with you was all that mattered. 

Maybe he gave you his jacket to wear when he was cold, maybe the scent of his cologne invaded your dreams. And maybe, just maybe, he was constantly on your mind. 

At most parties, he showed up without fail. You don’t know how, but you always managed to find each other. 

But so far, it had been an hour and there was no Heeseung in sight. Your mood was a little (or a lot) gloomier than normal. You wondered if he was busy, or if he got hurt, or-

“Would you like a drink?”

The nasty red cup is held to you with some foreign liquid inside and your gut shrivels up in disgust. 

“No thanks,” you barely spare a glance at the random guy who offered the cup to you. 

“It’s good, I promise! They’re handing out more in the kitchen if you want to go with me-“

“I’m fine,” you state firmly. Still, he continues to press and you’re just about to knock the stupid drink out of his hands when you feel a presence slide in behind you. 

“They said they weren’t interested. Didn’t you hear them the first time?” 

Shivers are sent down your spine at his cold tone. You see Heeseung and observe his stare. Dark and threatening- there was something in his eyes that he’s never looked at you with before. He looked…

Scary? 

You softly call out his name and his demeanor changes instantly as he takes your hand in his, “Sorry I’m late. Wanna go somewhere quieter?” 

His hand doesn’t let go, even when you’ve found an empty room that isn’t occupied by obnoxious couples to stay in for the time being. You contemplate if you and Heeseung seemed that way too, eyes drifting to your intertwined hands. 

At first, it’s silent. There are so many questions you want to ask, but you refrain from spilling all of them out. 

“I know it’s random but, are those rumors true? Like the one about you and your friends being in a gang, or you escaping from jail?” You ask quietly. 

His face shows it all. Where did this suddenly come from?

“What do you think, y/n?” 

You swallow, “That’s the thing. I really don’t know. You don’t seem like the type?”

He laughs. “Then you’re right- mostly.” His face takes on a foreign look, gaze faraway. “Sometimes rumors aren’t all baseless, you know.” 

At that, you don’t know what to do but nod. He squeezes your hand and you look at him. Suddenly, his eyes turn serious and he watches you with his dark orbs. 

“I won’t lie to you, y/n. I’m no angel sent from heaven. But that doesn’t mean we’re bad people, me and my friends. I think we’re just misunderstood. We’re misunderstood in the worst circumstances possible.” 

You stay silent. “Okay,” you finally say after a while, “I believe you.” 

His tongue pokes the inside of his cheek, “You think I would lie?”

“No,” you state decisively, “I’m just like this because you were late and I was waiting for you.” 

His nose scrunches up in amusement and you resist the urge to kiss it. “I apologize, I got caught up in stuff.” 

“Your secret tough guy stuff?” 

He pokes your cheek softly, eyes brimming with mirth. “Yeah. Tough guy stuff.” 

“Are you and Heeseung like, dating? You’re always leave us to go off with him at parties,” Yuna pouts. 

You shake your head, about to explain as Chaeryeong sends you a look. “You’re not doing illegal stuff with him, are you?”

“Chaeryeong!” Yeji scolds. You groan. 

“No. I already said I wasn’t. I promised you guys that I would never get into stuff like that.” 

“We know, y/n. We trust you. We’re just worried with all the talk going around,” Yeji reassures you. 

You appreciated that your friends were looking out for you, but sometimes they just made it worse. 

“Are you dating?” 

It was always that question. The same one that had been floating around for quite a while, actually. You didn’t realize it but some time had passed since you first met Lee Heeseung.  

Every party, you were with him. Sometimes you kissed. Sometimes, you acted like you were more than friends. 

Sometimes, you felt like it too. 

But it was only during those parties, that feeling was only saved for those occasions. Heeseung never once brought it up. Neither did you.

You saw each other around once a week or less than that, only with the comfort of the dark night and brain rattling music blasting from another room. 

You barely knew anything about Lee Heeseung, yet you were attracted to him. You didn’t know what his major was, where he grew up, or what kind of music he listened to. 

Yet you knew that he had a nice singing voice, that he took care of his motorcycle like it was his precious baby, and that he was the most caring person you’ve ever met. 

It’s like Heeseung and you were from two different worlds, but that border dissolved the moment you found him in the sea of people, under the flashing lights.  

For the first time since you met Heeseung, you can say he stood you up. Well, not exactly, but he never showed up.

You were worried. He would always show up in the end, but it was past 2am and still no sign of him. You called several times but to no avail, it went to voicemail. You grew to hate the robotic voice that apologized to you and told you to leave a message. You walk out the door dejectedly, alone because your friends left earlier and you waited behind to look for Heeseung.

You barely make it five seconds down the sidewalk, walking home because your place was nearby, when a hand grabs yours from behind. 

A silent scream half escapes your mouth, muffled by a hand. Adrenaline pulses through your veins- 

“Y/n. It’s me.” 

The familiar voice makes you exhale in utter relief. Heeseung removes his hand and you glare at him. 

“Why in the world would you scare me like that and not give any heads up?! Where were you? I called like-“

“I’m sorry,” he says softly, gaze sincere under the streetlights. You still punch him, and he winces. 

You didn’t think he was that weak, but-

“Oh my god.” Taking a closer glance, you can see the cuts and bruises on his face. 

“Heeseung, what happened?” 

He chuckles painfully, “Tough guy stuff?” 

“Stop moving,” you mutter under your breath as you dab at the cut. You had no choice but to bring Heeseung to your place since it was nearby and he was in no condition to go anywhere else. 

“It hurts,” he grumbles childishly and once you shoot him another glare, he shuts up. 

“Maybe if you weren’t being an idiot, you wouldn’t be in this situation.” 

“I apologized already, why are you still mad at me?” He pouts and you sigh, screwing the cap back on the medicine. 

“I’m not.”

“You are.” 

“I’m not.” 

“You are, because you won’t look at me.” 

His hand softly reaches for your face, tilting your chin to face him. You hate how easily he can read you. His dark eyes bore into you, and you sigh again. 

“What happened to you?” You whisper, “What kind of situation were you in to get hurt like this?“ 

Rather than answer you, Heeseung kisses you. You being you can’t resist, not able to find it in you to reject him. You allow him four more seconds, five, before breaking it. 

You place a hand on his cheek. “Please, Heeseung. You can tell me.” 

He leans in again and you pull back, disappointed. A few more seconds and you give up. You’re not sure why your heart hurts. 

His eyes widen, probably since this was the first time you denied a kiss of his. 

“I’m done. You can sleep on the couch tonight. It’s late, so goodnight...” 

Disappointment fills you as you leave him alone and shut the door to your room behind you. Perhaps it’s because he didn’t say anything, go after you, make any effort to fight back. 

The next morning, you’re not surprised to find your place empty, blanket and pillow folded neatly and placed to the side. 

A week goes by, and then two. You tell your friends that you’re tired and don’t want to go out. But that can’t last forever. Almost a month after Heeseung stayed the night at your place, you finally go out. 

Perhaps for the first time in a long time, you get drunk. Your friends were worried to see you like that, but no matter what they did, you wouldn’t tell them what happened. 

But what they do know is that you don’t go off to find Heeseung. They notice his absence. You get so drunk that Yuna is forced to drag you home as you mumble pitifully to yourself. To others it’s incomprehensible, but to you, it’s all your confusion and sadness. 

You don’t know what happened. You thought you and Heeseung were close- that you built a connection, which included trust. You thought you trusted him and he trusted you. So why was there still a wall? Why was he pulling back? 

You wanted to give your all to him. You wanted to be with him. 

You know you wanted him. 

Exam season comes and officially you’ve stopped going to parties for the rest of the semester. 

Your stress was at its peak and randomly being approached by one of your classmates when you just wanted to go home and jump into your comfy bed was not what you expected. 

“Beomgyu?” You glance at him questioningly. Although he was one of your classmates and someone you studied with in a group, he wasn’t really someone you saw outside of class. 

“Hey, y/n,” he smiles boyishly and you squint. 

“Yes? Is there something you wanted?”  

From what seems like out of nowhere, Beomgyu pulls out a card. He gives it to you and you stare at it. 

“You can open it,” he gestures awkwardly. 

Written inside was a pretty long note and more shockingly, his number? Your eyes widen as you continue reading. You don’t even bother getting to the end before looking up. 

You give him an uneasy smile, “I’m flattered, but Beomgyu, I’m not-“

You’re cut off. 

“Shoot, I’m sorry, I gotta go. I hope we can meet soon y/n,” he says sheepishly before running off. 

You stand there, unmoving with the card in one hand. Your eyes flick to a nearby trash can. 

Should you throw it away? Is that too mean? 

Unbeknownst to you, Heeseung watches from a distance. The bouquet in his hands hangs down heavily. 

After exams are over, you slowly start attending more parties. Partially to relieve your stress with your friends and partially for another reason. 

But he’s never there anymore. No matter how much you search, Heeseung was gone. You haven’t seen his face in at least two months. 

You wonder what you did. Was it because of what happened at your place? Did you go too far by rejecting him? Not contacting him?

It gets to the point that you’re desperate. Really desperate to the point that when you recognize one of his friends sitting alone on one of the campus benches, you approach the guy. 

He eyes you warily, you’re sure that he doesn’t recognize you. Whether or not it makes you happy that Heeseung kept you a secret from his friends, you don’t know. 

“Hi- uh, are you perhaps Heeseung’s friend- Jay?” 

The guy sits up. “Yeah. What do you want from him? If you’re looking for his number then he’s not interested.“ he adds. 

“No,” you shake your head. “You’ve got it all wrong. Actually, I’m also his friend and well, do you know where he lives?”

He squints. “You? Heeseung’s friend?”

“Y-yeah. We met at a party and he mentioned you before- I think-“

Jay’s eyes widen. “You’re y/n.” 

So he has talked about you to them before. 

You know Heeseung treasures his friends. The way he spoke about them- you saw a certain gleam in his eyes that you never saw before. That’s why you figured this was the best way to find him. 

You clasp your hands together, “Please. I really need to see him.” 

Jay clicks his tongue, “I guess you do, since you’re the reason he’s acting like this.”

“What? Like what?” 

He ignores you, shaking his head in distaste. “Yeah, I’ll give you his address. He should be at home now. Give me your phone.”

After contemplating for a solid hour, you give into temptation and follow the address to Heeseung’s place. You stand nervously in front of his door, shaking your hands as if it would get rid of the anxiety. 

You knock once, twice. 

A minute passes. You seriously contemplate running away. 

Then the door swings open.

Heeseung stands there in a hoodie and sweatpants, the first time you’ve seen him wear something that wasn’t his infamous black leather jacket. 

“Y/n?” 

You give him a halfhearted smile. “Can we talk?”

He lets you in, and you’re left to observe his living space. It’s cleaner than you expected, and plainer than you expected. 

But one thing seems out of place- an arrangement of flowers in a vase on his countertop. It seemed like the only colorful thing he had in his home. 

“How did you get here?”

You take a seat on his couch, looking around nervously. “I asked one of your friends… he told me where you lived.”

“Oh,” Heeseung says, strangely quiet. You can’t stand it. 

“Heeseung?” You start off calmly, “why haven’t you been at any parties recently? Is it because of what I said last time? If so, I’m sorry that-“

“Y/n,” he interrupts you and you bite your tongue. “Really, why are you here? Why did you come find me?”

You furrow your eyebrows, “I came for answers. Is that what you wanted me to say?” He avoids your gaze like he was expecting you to say that and you scoff. 

“Fine. I don’t know why I came! I don’t know anything. How am I supposed to answer you when we don’t even have an answer?” You stop to take a deep breath, defeating silence filling your ears. 

“What are we? What are we supposed to be, Heeseung?” You whisper. 

Heeseung rubs a hand over his face in frustration. You look away, stomach feeling like lead. 

“I’m sorry, y/n,” he starts off. “I’m sorry that things are like this. That I’m like this. Maybe if- maybe if it didn’t feel like we were so apart, we could be different. I’m sorry that it feels like we’re living in different worlds.” He looks up at you and you see the pain hidden in his eyes. 

“I’m sorry that we’re so different.” 

Heeseung sees it. He sees how happy you look in public with your friends. He’s always seen you, regardless if you saw him back or not. He always wondered if you would be the same way with him. If Lee Heeseung with all his flaws and scars, was next to you- the hardworking, kind and passionate you. The you who wasn’t scared of him the first time you met, who didn’t listen to baseless rumors and treat him like an outsider. 

The same you who smiled with your whole soul and that made him fall in love with you while breaking his heart at the same time. 

He sees you without him, and your world on the opposite side. He wonders if your two worlds could ever mix. What other people would say or think about you just because of him. He realized that he couldn’t handle that- not for you. When others think he’s such a stone cold guy who never cares but in reality, he’s cares too much. 

He’s the weakest one. And with that comes the realization that he could never have you.  No matter how much he wanted, needed you. 

You’re just too different, and that one fact is enough to keep him away. 

His words echo in your head.

Are you actually that different? Or is he just being a coward? 

And you as well? For not wanting to fight, for actually believing him when he says that?  

You get up and take your leave- heart, soul, and world especially feeling cracked. 

Heesung’s head hangs between his arms, and if the pain of seeing you leave him was bad, the fact that he didn’t try harder to get to you was even worse. 

A ring at your doorbell makes you groan as you roll out of bed. It’s been a while since you’ve gone outside, your friends’ countless attempts to cheer you up and get you out of the house were futile. As you get up you pass by Beomgyu’s card which lies on your desk, forgotten from the day you planned to but didn’t throw out. 

You open the door and your heart stops. There’s no one there. 

You look down, reaching and picking up a familiar bouquet of flowers. A sad smile makes its way in your face as your fingers graze the flowers. 

Maybe this is a sign. 

You sigh, returning inside and taking your phone out to type the numbers. 

Your finger presses the call button. 

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restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

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Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

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[mosviqu]

things/aesthetic you associate with your moots please!

this was in my inbox for over a month i am so sorry anon... anyways. here goes nothing. not doing aesthetics bc thats a lot of effort but here is how i 'see' my friends ig :p

@satoruly - champagne, voice memos, the ocean, the beach, the metamorphosis by franz kafka, tokyo revengers, movie reviews, manga, shopping, indoor plants, sunsets, partying, singing, the bass, i dont do drugs by ariana grande and doja cat, anime, mini skirts, cherries, digital cameras, the color red, shinichiro sano, sand, headphones, random spanish thrown in convo, hearts, gojo satoru, croptops, manga, late night walks in a busy town, izana, gossiping with your best friend, ambition, the feeling of home, endless mutual understanding, passion, freedom, soulmates.

@csenke - monchichi dolls, sylvanian families, minecraft, streamers, the streets of budapest, instagram dumps, sunwoo, afternoon walks, playgrounds, random vlogs u record with your best friends, the colors yellow green and tan, enhypen, mona lisa by dominic fike, random german words, hanging posters in your room, late night conversations, pretty architecture, silly selfies, the excitement of unboxing your packages, changmin, spiderman, chimney cake, Á, lovejoy, candy, loverboy hats, platonic neighbors (yes that exists).

@from-izzy - woodz, bunnies, psychology textbooks, coffee shops, matcha, late night conversations, talking in all caps, excitement, running to catch the bus, making spotify playlists in the middle of the night, protectiveness, the color tan, bicycles, gratefulness, sharing your worries with someone, cloudy skies, the sound of birds chirping outside of your window in the morning, laying in the grass.

@heemingyu - meme reactions, milkshakes, playful banter, inside jokes, playful annoyance at your friends, learning how to drive in an empty parking lot, keyboard smashes, iced tea, sibling-like energy, comfortable hoodies, silent support, instagram reels in your dms as a form of love language, comfort tv shows in your bed.

@sungbeam - admiration, being proud of your friends, watching someone from afar, brainstorming with someone on the same wavelength, literature, baby blue by luke hemmings, dc comics, fic banners, star girl energy, the weird familiarity of a college dorm room, demon changmin, the summer break, doing ordinary things with your music playing lowly in the background, post-it notes on your wall, pancakes for breakfast.

@juyeonszn - cats, supportive comments under instagram posts, lying for fun, feeling yourself when you go clubbing with your best friends, lipgloss, tattoos, roadtrips, concerts, taking polaroids on a night out, flirting with your friends, screaming a song on the top of your lungs.

@zzoguri - valorant, childhood friends vibes, meeting someone and feeling like you've known them for ages, jacob bae, gaming, discord calls, italy, journalism, the friends you meet in university, found family, warm soup on sundays, laufey, day6.

@kimsohn - delusional conversations, talking shit with your honest friends, juyeon, typing really fast on your keyboard, understanding each others typos, editing, yunjin, being in love with women, confidence, yeehaw, iconic energy.

[minheeskitten]

What I write!

I write Drabbles, Headcanons, MTLs, Reactions and Fics!

Fics are posted to Ao3. And are for member/member only!

You can ask for cross group ships!

Every member asked for must be one i stan.

If a member is a minor i will not do anything but sfw content for them. And i prefer not to write for 05 yet. They need a year to grow up a bit. Though after 05 i may not write for anyone younger. It depends on how i feel when they're old enough.

I reserve the right to say no to anything i do not want to write!

Groups Allowed!

Cravity!

Kingdom! Including Chiwoo!

Ateez!

Drippin!

Mirae!

X1!

Victon!

Onewe!

Oneus!

The Boyz!

Omega X!

Enhypen!

EXO! (No Chen)

Treasure! (Ot12!)

Soloists Allowed!

Ravn!

Woodz!

Lucas!

I reserve the right to alter this list as i see fit!

[nothingbutboo]

amnesia

cho seungyoun (woodz) x original female character fear, slight romance, tragedy / zombie apocalypse 2,390 words slight gore, major character death

a/n i've been wanting to write a seungyoun fic ever since oo-li came out ... the release of amnesia really kicked this off so i would recommend listening to amnesia on repeat when you read this ☝️

“I will hold your hand”. There is a pause, an uneasiness in the air. The sound of heavy breathing and trickling rain sets the tone. The neighborhood is too quiet for the chaos that had followed these two for the past hour. Sirens have ceased to ring through the air and the sun which had set hours ago left anyone who found themselves outside in this cold rainy night- vulnerable and in danger. “No matter where I am… Who I’m with. Even if ten of those motherfuckers were on your heel”. Their eye contact has not faltered. 

“I will hold your hand”. He repeats, hurriedly scanning her face for any sort of reaction. “So please”. This is said softer now, and he glances at her hands which are balled up at her sides. “Give me your hand”.

Jo can not seem to calm down. Seungyoun’s hand is in front of her, the ringing in her ears, and the fact that they have been running for what seems like the past hour. 

This started- or well- it found them at Seungyoun’s house. The new year was close by and it was sort of a tradition for both of them to bake cookies for the neighborhood. Ever since grade 8 they had done this and there was no use in stopping now that they were well into their late 20s. Sirens had been going off all morning with an unusual sense of panic in the air. Though with the heavy rain that had been falling for the past couple of days, they thought nothing of it. 

A raindrop hit Jo on the highest part of her cheekbone. She recalled the moment they heard that scream. A blood curdling, long lasting scream. The oven was still on, cookies out all over the dining table, her favorite movie playing on the tv, and Seungyoun out the door. It didn’t take long for Jo to follow and she felt the rain on her skin first. Her sweat mixed with rain continued to run down her face- though the same is true with Seungyoun. 

Jo can tell that she must seem fucked up by the way Seungyoun is looking at her. She doesn’t recognize this expression on his face. Is it concern? Exhaustion? Anxiety? Pain? Or a mixture of all of those at once? But his hand is still in front of her, and her eyes move down to look at his hand. She suddenly thinks that the rain is mesmerizing. She can hear the way it’s falling on the grass, sliding off the leaves of trees, windows, cars, and the feeling of it on her skin. Cold. She can see the rain washing away the blood that doesn’t stop pouring out of Seungyoun’s neighbor’s neck. She won’t stop bleeding and that person won’t stop tearing into her flesh. Ripping out muscles and skin and- 

It’s cold.

Jo feels her shirt get heavier and wonders how Seungyoun is feeling about that. Doesn’t he just want to rip the wet, heavy shirt off of his skin?  

Jo’s nails dig deeper into her palm. She can feel that. Coldness on her skin, pain in her palms, heartbeat in her breath. She can see Seungyoun as he’s grabbing her by the shoulders. He must be saying something important. But there’s only the rain and her heartbeat accompanied by a feeling Jo has never felt before. She almost smiles.

But there is nothing to smile about. Nothing to say to her, to Seungyoun, to that dead neighbor, or the man who was tearing her apart. You can say nothing that will make them smile. 

Seungyoun’s eyes widened. Jo is certain she heard it. And it happens again.

 A twig snaps. 

Just like that her senses come rushing back to her. Seungyoun has stopped talking now and is hyper focused on something behind her. She knows this expression on his face. Something she saw for the first time only an hour before now. The same look she saw on his face as he tried tearing the dead man off of his neighbor. The same look he gave her as Jo held onto his arm with all her strength to get him away. The same look Seungyoun saw as Jo ran behind him through the night, towards anywhere besides home. 

Fear.

Jo’s hands finally relaxed and she snapped her head in the direction Seungyoun was looking. They wished it was just a guy from the neighborhood, who was maybe just taking a late night stroll. But the limp in his step, and the blood pouring out of his cheek told a completely different story. He did not cry out in pain. Even if his bone was poking out of his knee. He certainly did not fall to the ground. 

Three seconds passed, maybe four before the man- the dead man-  made eye contact with both Jo and Seungyoun. They did not have the luxury to assess the situation. They only ran. This time it was Jo who grabbed Seungyoun’s hand and they traveled into the forest which surrounded the suburbs in their city.  ______

“Later at a field at night, I thought I saw death”. Jo was turned away from Seungyoun and she was looking somewhere in the trees. The moonlight was faint and Jo couldn’t make out where or how far they were into the forest. “I heard that quote in a cartoon before and I think I now know what it means”. 

Seungyoun nodded even though he knew Jo couldn’t see him. He didn’t even think Jo wanted a response. 

“I mean it was pretty comedic in the show” Jo turned back to look at Seungyoun for a second, “but I kinda feel that way right now. Just sitting here and feeling like the end is just on the horizon. That I’m observing my fate”. Seungyoun took notice of the blood that had dried on Jo’s shirt. He thought the rain would’ve washed everything away but the blood seemed to remain. “Not in a threatening way, although ominous”. 

“Are you cold?”. Seungyoun asked. He knew the answer of course. Their clothes were still damp and as the night grew, it just kept getting colder and colder. 

Jo didn’t answer though, she just shifted around where she was sitting in the dirt then continued, “I’m sorry about how I was acting earlier and-” She turned to face Seungyoun completely. He was in the process of opening his mouth, “don’t say “it’s okay” or “you get it” because it was not okay. Not okay at all”. Jo couldn’t help but stare at the ground, “I know that’s probably one of the many reactions someone can have to seeing dozens of people die or like eat each other,” she could feel Seungyoun’s gaze. “But we’re responsible for ourselves and … I know we feel responsible for each other. That was just really dangerous and stupid of me to freeze up like that”. Jo looked up and stared directly into Seungyoun’s eyes, “I just want to say sorry. Although I can’t promise I won’t do it again”. They smiled slightly at each other.

The situation was kind of ridiculous. Jo knew that as well as Seungyoun. There isn’t a time in any of their ancestors or friends or cousins lives where they feared dead people cannibalizing them. At least up until now. 

Seungyoun held out his hand for Jo to hold, “We good?”.

“Good” Jo nodded back and smacked his hand.  ______

Two, maybe three hours passed and the cold was beginning to become a problem. 

Besides Seungyoun, Jo seemed to be dozing off against the stump of a tree. He watched her for a while, taking note of the way her nose seemed to get bluer as the seconds passed by. Her fingers as well. Looking back at himself, he knew the same was happening. He began shivering more than normal which was a sign of bad things to come.

“Hey we need to take these wet clothes off immediately” Seungyoun spoke up, bumping into Jo’s shoulder lightly. “Maybe move around a little”.

Seungyoun stood up and proceeded to remove his shirt and then pants, slightly jumping while pacing around the tree Jo sat beside. “Seriously Jo”. Even without daylight, he could see his breath and feel the chill of the air all around him. He stopped moving to take a closer look at Jo who was still laying on the tree. 

“Jo Houlihan”. Seungyoun was more concerned now and it was painfully obvious by the tone of his voice. He reached for her hand and in the process of pulling her up he stopped, “You’re fucking freezing”.

  “Yeah …” Jo replied weakly, using her free hand to grip Seungyoun’s shoulder. Surprised, she continued, “Oh - you’re kind of warm”. 

Jo’s comment made Seungyoun smile, “That’s the point silly”. He made sure Jo was standing up steady, “Now let’s get these clothes off of you and maybe run around a little”. 

“If this was in any other situation, I would’ve laughed in your face if you said something like that to me”. Jo remarked. At this point Jo was in her underwear and was now peeling her socks off her feet. “Wow it really is cold though”. 

“Yeah ..”. 

They did warm-up exercises for about thirty minutes. Small chit chat, the sounds of the forest, and wet leaves crunching under their feet were probably the only things that could be heard for miles. That was until the scream stopped them in their tracks. It must’ve been a mile away but the echo was loud and didn’t stop. Maybe it was two different people, but that scream was familiar. It brought Seungyoun back to the porch of his neighbor’s house. Jo back to the gore and the horror. Seungyoun didn’t realize until the screaming stopped that he had Jo in his arms. 

Jo exhaled, unaware that she was even holding her breath in the first place. She was shaking and Seungyoun was too, though she didn’t think it was because of the weather. 

Still in his arms, she looked up at Seungyoun who was staring off into the distance. “We should sit down now”. It was framed as a suggestion even though they both knew that any form of noise could attract the dead people towards them.  

Holding to each other still, they slowly made their way beside the tree that Jo originally laid on. Relying on each other’s body heat to keep themselves from freezing. They did not have the courage to speak up after hearing the scream in the forest. So they laid there on the cold wet forest floor, too petrified to sleep. Waiting for something. Waiting for someone- or a sound, or the end. 

It was the first chirp that knocked Seungyoun out of this trance. It wasn’t exactly dawn, but he knew it must be just before sunrise. Jo was awakened as well. She shifted a little bit within Seungyoun’s embrace and just as the leaves crunched right beside her- they heard the noise. That dreaded noise. 

About 30 feet away from where they lay, in the darkness of the trees a low groaning emerged. Seungyoun could almost feel Jo’s blood go cold. 

There was no use staying still. No use waiting for it to be in their line of sight. They heard the screams, they’ve seen the outcome. 

Panicked, Jo jumped up grasping onto whatever part of Seungyoun she could manage to get a hold onto, pulling him up as well. “Seungyoun”. Her voice was laced with desperation, shakey and afraid.

Seungyoun looked down at her, his hands shaking and his body full of anxiety. Out of options, he says, “We have to run”.  ______

Now they have run farther than they have before, not out of the forest but to the end of the world. What they are faced with is a beautiful sunrise illuminating the mountains and hills that border the valley of the cliff they stand on. The small towns that reside in the valley seem to be burning, smoke but also screams of terror echo and can even be heard where they stand. Out of breath and out of options they look out at the scene of the end of the world. Hand and in hand they feel the warmth of the sunrise. The warmth hits their cheeks first and then spreads all the way to their toes. 

The groaning and snapping of leaves and sticks could be heard not far from where they are. They were chased for so long and still unable to lose the beasts that stalked them. Jo is certain that the dead people are close by. Maybe two to three minutes away. Jo isn’t scared, Seungyoun isn’t either. The view is too beautiful for that. 

“If I close my eyes” Seungyoun starts. He looks to Jo, taking in her beauty but also the signs of exhaustion, the blood, and cuts. “Is everything gone?”.

Similarly, Jo looks back at Seungyoun and gives him a mischievous smile, her eyebrow raising in the process, “Should we get a running start?”. 

Seungyoun sighs and smiles. He closes his eyes for a second and a tear rolls down his cheek. The dead people are getting closer. Fear rushes through Jo’s veins as she continues to look at Seungyoun. Her smile has faltered and tears well up in her eyes. 

When he opens his eyes, it seems that both of them are at their breaking point. They continue to look at each other for a moment. Saying things that cannot be expressed through words. When that moment passes and they are brought back into reality, Seungyoun starts to step back a little bit. Jo does the same.

They breathe in.

And then out. 

They then run full speed towards the sun. Into the light and the warmth of the beginning and the end of the world. Into the fire that burns the valley and the cool water that brings life to the plants all around them. Their hands never once separate and they are reborn into birds who are free to roam the earth without fear of the dead people who now terrorize the public. But they have not forgotten who they are. They can’t turn their heads and pretend that they know nothing. They can only wish for one thing. 

Amnesia. 

[kimjiwoong]

if alexis gives me control of the music today I'm playing woodz. I don't care anymore this is a litmus test what is this man's reaction to me liking kpop

[sunmisbf]

[WOODZ] ‘Ready to Fight’ Live video reaction moodboard

[jjuniesdaydream]

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[kpoptrashboiii]

Welcome to my page! Honestly I have no idea how this app works but here is some stuff about me!

I write on Wattpad predominantly but I don't upload a lot of my work due to my ADHD so I am planning on just posting some here.

I listen to:

Nct (all units), BTS (rarely anymore), Stray kids, TXT (Rarely), Enhyphen (rarely), newjeans, nmixx, kard, Mamamoo, (g)-idle, Jay Park, blackpink, seventeen, Itzy, xg, bibi, yugyeom, ash island, ive, dean, twice, dpr Ian, dpr live, xdinary heroes, exo, superm, dreamcatcher, big naughty, ph-1, Zion.t, grey, Jackson wang, the rose, wonho, woodz, bewhy, ateez, red velvet, kingdom, omegax, day6, zico, MCND, block b, bigbang, and monsta x

I will write:

Smut, angst (rarely), fluff, reactions, and text scenarios

I may upload fanfiction

If you request a story:

If it's smut the idol MUST be OVER 18

That's pretty much it, thank you for reading.

[kangyeosaang]

can my tumblr app stop crashing after scrolling 2 pxs down my dash how am i supposed to read my beloved moots' woodz reactions

[singto-prachaya]

What is this post you might say? Well exacly as the banner says. I saw a tweet where some kpop fan said their childhood song was ruined was by a classical korean group. And bunch of other kpoppers agreed. Guess they only listen to some mediocore kpop artists and never heard a good singer. So I present you a bunch of Korean artists (male version) with really good voices you should check out. And behold! It’s all live performances! No youtube embeds since you can only embed 5 so links instead.

황치열 (Hwang Chi-yeul) - All Of My Life

https://youtu.be/oEEr7nEGOHU

This is a cover of Park Won’s All Of My Life. I listen to both artists but never knew Hwang Chi-Yeul covered this until it showed up on my youtube front page. And my first reaction was “Wait hold up! The All Off My Life??? The one from Park Won???”. I insta clicked and wow this cover is phenomenal. It even made me emotional.

김재환 (Kim Jae Hwan) - Leave The Door Open

https://youtu.be/RNsksNAAk14

It was the cover of Tom Grennan’s Little Bit Of Love that introduced me to Kim Jae Hwan and I was like damm who are you. He has done many covers and this is one of my faves.

WOODZ (조승연) - Accident

https://youtu.be/C2ybLIsT21c

Every single time I listen to this live clip I am amazed at how easy he hits those high notes. Woodz is also an all rounder since he can also dance and write songs.

퍼플레인 (Purple Rain) - 자옥아

https://youtu.be/3Qv-Cmcgsao

Purple Rain unfortunately doesn’t exist anymore but the singer is also part of The Vane. This guy’s voice is no joke. He got such a volume.

이홍기 (Lee Hong Gi) - 사랑아

https://youtu.be/6nDpVI12xnU

So the singer of F.T Island. Everytime a list would pop up with best kpop singers he was never in there. Like excuse me? He has an amazing voice. He puts in so many emotions when he’s singing. You can feel it.

비(RAIN)의 킬링보이스를 라이브로

https://youtu.be/VKwvmLS0BBY?t=1034

Well this is a collection of Rain singing small parts of his hits. This channel has a lot of great singers doing their own hits. I timestamped this because the performance for one his songs is out of this world!

박효신 (Park Hyo Shin) - 야생화

https://youtu.be/geqkGm6YpCo

He performed this song many times but this live version is something else. I won’t say why, just listen! 

Kim Feel & - Kim Jongwan (Nell) Time To Walk Through Memories

https://youtu.be/DKgZVNW4Zok?t=201

First of I love the show Begin Again. I like the the setting and the stripped down versions of songs they do. This is a song by Nell they are singing. And it made me emotional the first time I listened to it. Such a beautiful version.

몽니 (Monni) - 세상만사

https://youtu.be/3Jiy2SToM1s

Listen, I listen to a lot of music so I don’t always know what the artists I listen to look like. And Monni was an example. I always check out every Immortal Songs 2 performance. And here is I was like I wonder who this band is. Then the singer started singing and I was like “OMG this is Monni!”. Another singer with a big volume.

라포엠(LA POEM) - 여러분

https://youtu.be/TmemF9bK6mI

Not everything is always my type of music and when I checked this out and they started singing I was like “O opera”. Definitly not something I listen to. But I continued to listen and I ended up breaking down. I had tears streaming down my face. I also checked out their recorded music but it doesn’t do anything for me. But their live performances I do love.

김기태 (Kim Ki Tae) - 그대 앞에 난 촛불이어라

https://youtu.be/gbsbYHLIP0M

Immortal Songs 2 also introduces me to artists I have never heard of. Because to be fair there are a lot of ballad singers out there. Kim Ki Tae is one of them snf wow. I love how he has a raw edge to his voice. Vocals don’t always have to be super clean to me. 

임태경 (Lim Tae-kyung) - 낙인

https://youtu.be/1vEkouZmUH4

Last one in this post. I gotta stop somewhere. Lim Tae-kyung is also someone I never heard of but this performance is great.

Other artists you should listen to that are not in this post: Bumkey, Crush, Daldam, KCM, Kim MinSeok, Muzie, O.WHEN, Park Won, Shin Yong Jae & Soulstar

[lgcjiho]

what are the top 5 most used apps on your phone?

     “the top five most used apps? i use kakaotalk the most, followed by melon and youtube because i’m always listening to music or watching videos on my downtime,” jiho explains easily, and he’s pretty sure most of his peers probably answered the same way. they’re all adults with too much time spent in waiting rooms nowadays. “i also use my banking app a lot, because that’s a habit i haven’t been able to break since i track how much i spend and how much i’m saving. i recently signed up for a new bank account because it tracks money so i don’t have to do it,” he says, looking a bit amused at himself for being so boring. 

     “and i downloaded a game recently, called cat&soup and it’s really cute. sometimes i just sit and watch them make their food.”

what is the most random note in the notes app?

     he has to check the app to see, scrolling through it before he smiles a bit to himself. “it’s a note of all my members’ and friends’ bubble tea and cafe orders. it’s so that if i’m stopping by to get a drink for myself i can grab them one as well.”

what was the last message or call you’ve received and who was is from?

     “my last message is from a friend of mine ...” he trails off, clicking into the message and looking amused, letting out a laugh afterwards as he reads the spam of messages from said friend. “he asked me if i wanted bubble tea because it’s 1+1, and then proceeded to tell me that the line was long and also ask if he should hypothetically jump over all their heads, before finally informing me that he’s successfully managed to get the drinks.” jiho shakes his head fondly, looking very exasperated but not annoyed in the slightest. “my recent call was from my mom, because she wants to know if i’ll be able to make it home for dinner on my birthday. or on my birthday weekend. she wants to make my favourite food for me.”

what were the last 5 songs that you’ve listened to?

     he opens his melon app to check, clicking through the songs he had just been listening to and nods. “the last song i listened to was ‘through the night’ by iu-sunbaenim. i always think about covering her songs, since i auditioned with one, so i’m considering it for my next upload on the v&a channel.” he clicks through the next few songs, “i listened to youngim-sunbaenim’s ‘and july’ recently, ‘walking through winter’ by yoon ddan ddan sunbaenim, woodz-sunbaenim’s ‘pool’ and lastly ‘12:45′ by etham. i’ve been wanting to refresh my english lately so i’ve added some english songs into the mix that i listen to.”

what were the 5 most recent online searches?

     “is it self-centered to say that my last search was definitely ‘agito lee jiho’?” jiho laughs a bit at this, a little bit embarrassed but not taking it back. “i’m sure everyone answered like this right? with the industry that we’re in, we sort of have to keep up with the things that people are saying online. i think i search my name at least five times everyday! i was really interested in fans’ reactions to the ‘chained up’ stage too, so that was the second search i put in.” he has to pause here to think about what else he had searched recently. “i also searched for a galbitang recipe online recently because i was craving it and wanted to try to make it from scratch, though i haven’t had time yet.” he pauses, trying to think of what else he had searched up. “eterval! i wanted to see fans’ reactions to the fandom name ... oh and the next three would be ‘lee jiho fancam’, ‘jeon haru fancam’ and ‘lee yushin fancam’. i try to monitor all of our performances, and fancams are a good way to see how we’re doing with our facial expressions.”

what are your contact names for all of the group members? 

yushin: yushin hyung 🐨 haru: jeon haru 🥳 agito group chat name: AGITO🔥🔥🔥