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seulgiology · 1 year

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how are you

not gonna lie, I'm having the time of my life right now :) shit's been crazy and I'm learning to enjoy things the way they are while still adding my own flair.

I know you're probably wondering about the future of this blog and if specific posts will have their 2nd or 3rd part, but it's truly TRULY up in the air. I've been busy with my own endeavors, and so has Admin 2.

I am no longer as heavily invested in kpop and its glamour, nor do I take the time to witness my faves' personal growth on Youtube or through social media anymore.

It was a realization that hit me one day, I had my post notifications on for all of my biases (and other celebrities) and I was getting so bothered with my phone vibrating constantly throughout the day. I was asking myself "do I really care or is kpop culture telling me I should care?"

And I will not be taking any slander in how much of a chokehold I was in, this ain't the first time ya'll are going to hear about a K-pop stan finally admitting it was a phase and that yes, we were influenced and pressured into K-pop stan culture as YOUNG AND IMPRESSIONABLE TEENAGERS but that's not the conversation I'm bringing up (and some of yall choose to continue to participate, I'm talking bout the ones who realize this shit is not "fun and playful" anymore the more your mind matures and the deeper you are into Kpop and the culture).

And as a heavily invested BTS ARMY, CHESIRE (rip), NCTZEN, ONCE, REVELUV, BLINK, and many more, I just couldn't keep spending so much time on figures that are literally not adding anything substantial to my current life. K-pop evolved into a form of escapism for me and I was ready to live in the moment.

I got into the world of Korean culture and pop at one of the lowest moments in my life that I can consciously remember and recall. So of course I made this genre, this culture, part of my core happiness during a period of personal devastation.

Post notifications from my faves would come as often as bad news and unfavorable moments. Without even knowing, I waited for the good news from K-pop to put the bandaid over the mental pain I endured from my day-to-day. I eventually became more hopeful and positive BECAUSE I looked forward to something so simple and insignificant as a "Thank you JAKARTA 💜💜💜💜💜💜" I'm not even from that place and I was just as elated (and jealous ofc) for the fans that got to see them.

In the same way Rap/Hip-Hop can be a way of life as well as change your outlook on life, and Metal/Rock can be a way of life, K-pop can also be a way of life and change your outlook on life.

But when I realized I don't need a bandaid or balm anymore, K-pop stopped becoming a focal point. It's my guilty pleasure on Youtube when I'm h*gh and my 500 hr K-pop playlist is now used for the rainy days I rarely have.

The moment was like, "Oh, it's just Haechan that posted," when it used to be "OMG HAECHAN POSTED AISUHDUISGIUE." I used to see one K-pop-related thing, and happily jump into a wormhole of Youtube videos, stan Twitter posts, and heated discussions on album theories.

My love for K-pop turned into appreciation for the good music I liked, not strict devotion to the artist. Because that's the reality of almost all art forms. See it for how it is and it's just like everything else; just attach meaning to it and now it's something special.

I'm just a fan of K-pop nowadays lol. I used to be so annoyed at know-it-all 2nd gen stans as a new K-pop stan, but look at me now. A know-it-all 3rd gen fan who looks at 4th gen with distaste lmao. But it is what it is. And 4th gen is a little... anyways...

BUT NOW I KNOW HOW 2ND GENERATION FANS FELT WHEN 3RD GEN CAME AROUND. And it's just because I grew out of it, K-pop will always be tailored to younger audiences and I'm well past that.

I sometimes listen to the Kpop ON playlist on Spotify, without bias (pun is definitely intended), and occasionally see that stan Twitter is the exact way I left it (they say the game doesn't change, just the players). I still get a little excited to see which new groups are about to debut, groups that i miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight wanna do some light research on just to remember what it felt like to be introduced to the new personality.

Nowadays, my thought's on what I hear or see are like this:

"Are there any new survival shows? I probably won't watch it, but what are yall saying about it now"

"..."

"FUCK I FORGOT JIN'S GOING TO THE MILITARY"

"...Why is (random group) still dropping music..."

"NOT YOU TOO HOBI"

"I wonder if Joy is still with Crush"

"I wonder when Jennie is gonna go solo"

And I don't indulge in these thoughts too much because it isn't as imperative to me as they used to be. I treat those thoughts just like any other thought that doesn't require my immediate attention. I'll always love my k-pop phase, but I'll never forget my roots! 2018 me would probably cuss me the fuck out if she found out I still haven't listened to Jimin's new song or listened to NCT 127's latest repackage (please tell me I didn't miss another release).

In conclusion, I began treating K-pop like any other genre;

I'm gonna keep talking my shit.

If there's good music, I'll listen and might playlist it.

If there's not, I'll keep it pushing.

Any interesting news? Lemme see what it's about.

I am not invested enough to create fanfic anymore.

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seulgiology · 2 years

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hi is this blog still active?

hello! yes it is, we’ve just been really busy but we’ll be posting when we can

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seulgiology · 2 years

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would really love to interact with you guys more, don’t be afraid to send in asks or anything. it’s always welcome! xx

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seulgiology · 2 years

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dangerous love | jeon jungkook

pairings: mafia leader!jungkook x female!reader

words: 3.7k

genre: ze smut, a bit of fluff

warnings: shower sex, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering, dirty talk, manhandling, choking, overstimulation, cursing, multiple orgasms, soft aftercare uwu

a/n: is this admin 2 writing smut?? yes it is beautiful people, admin 2 is here with some flavorful smut. i love writing smut but like it takes me a while and i’ve been working on this for over a week ,,, oops. i kinda rushed it though so im sorry. um uh hopefully you guys like it like i do :)).

disclaimer: This is a work of fiction from our imagination. It is not intended that the plot, theme, original characters, idols, etc. portray any real-life events/people. Plagiarism is NOT tolerated on this blog. If you believe we have copied an existing authors’ work, please message us privately. thank you and enjoy :)

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seulgiology · 2 years

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nobody better | lee jeno

pairings: college student!jeno x college student!y/n

words: 3322

genre: fluff, slight angst

synopsis: jeno's always there for you, and you never even ask him; it's just his nature. especially since he's hopelessly in love with you

warnings: cursing, drinking, slight innuendos but nothing crazy

a/n: yer, admin 1 here :P i been feeling real fluffy lately. here's the first post of the year :D. nothing else to say, please enjoy this, and feedback is accepted ofc

You couldn't ask for anybody better. He had to know he was better too, inside and out.

The way he slid you your favorite hot tea, lemon zinger with honey to be specific, whenever it was a late-night and your eyes hurt from staring at your laptop, it made your heart ache from those sweet gestures. He'd press his lips to your temple and whisper little phrases of encouragement. He didn't even know the tight hold he had on your heart- and damn did it hurt so good when did things like that.

"You got this y/n, it's only a couple more pages left." Of course, you didn't want to finish your research paper for your philosophy class. You were burnt out from bulky projects and trying to stay attentive in other classes. Jeno could see it, couldn’t miss it.

Sometimes he'd be in your dorm in the early morning, already prepared himself at his own apartment (lucky bastard). He looked as attractive as ever in that simply loose long sleeve white shirt that vaguely outlined his toned arms and abdomen. You preferred his presence more since you were desolate and your roommate practically lived in her boyfriend's single room. Once again, those lucky bastards.

Nowadays, he'd see your slightly sunken skin under your eyes, a deeper shade than typical. Your sclera was tinted red from the lack of sleep you were getting, and sometimes he swore you were consuming cannabis. Your body tended to slow, trudging back in your room after he hugged you a warm good morning. You genuinely lacked energy and you swore you were seeing colors at this point, the hues seemed to either be dialing up and down, scaring you when by yourself.

Yeah, your headaches were nothing to play around with either. It made it difficult to want to get up in the morning when you knew pain and discomfort were later to follow. However, it felt worse to lay there in pain knowing something could’ve been done.

So back in your little desk space in your dorm room, when you were slowly sliding off your hand because you were falling asleep reading over the last page you wrote, he hoped the sweet aroma of the tea woke your senses. You just hummed in response to his words, your heart swelling a little more with love for him when you felt him slide one of his hands in yours, interlocking your fingers and squeezing it for extra reassurance.

You loved him so damn much.

"I'll buy you those chocolate-covered strawberries from that shop down on Jonesview Ave if you turn it in on time," is what his final words were as he walked away that made you get a B+ on that paper, to say the least.

And when he came knocking on your door later that week at around 10 p.m. because he knew you just came from your "mandatory" boba break on Thursdays, you were pleasantly surprised to see two sheet masks in his hands and a cheeky smile on his face.

"If you think this is an attack it is. I already know you haven't been following your nightly routine," is what he'd say before you could question him. Now don't get him wrong (ever), you still had the face of a girl he couldn't help but stare at, but he didn't want you obsessing over the acne that was going to make a not-so-subtle entrance on your face if you gave up now.

"So," you drawled out softly as you tried not to smile in fulfillment from his tender hands smoothing out the cold and wet sheet on your face. Your legs were a little frigid from the shorts you wore as you sat on the toilet seat, him hovering close in front of you. He tapped your cheek to remind you that facial movement would ruin the placement of the mask. He already finished his, and it was an amusing sight to see his hair in a sprout-like ponytail with your orange scrunchie to keep it together.

"How long do we keep this on?" You questioned cautiously. His face blanked as he tried to remember, but he naively threw the packages away without reading the directions first.

"Uh- that’s a great question, but did you know that this mask actually is supposed to help with hydrating the skin?" He sputtered out to cover his lack of incentive to answer, knowing how to distract you. You had a thing for product benefits and you fell for it every time. So he went on a tangent about the masks potato extract and what the hyaluronic acid would provide for your pores and blemishes.

He was honestly bullshitting and going off of what one of his latest friends, Sungchan, would say. You would enjoy his company.

You couldn't see his eyes become crescent moons when you poached him for more information and he answered with just as much interest. Jeno sat on the bathroom mat in front of the shower and looked up at you with his undivided attention as you waved your hands and widened your eyes in animation. White sheet mask and all. You beamed under that small bathroom dingy fluorescent lights that night.

It was a feeling he didn't know how to describe, let alone acknowledge. A feeling that made him a little dizzy just being in your vicinity. It washed over as if it ran through his nervous system, and he welcomed it every single time.

He loved you so fucking much.

"Shh, stop fussing, Lee. I'm just fixing his mess you call a bedroom," You interrupted his complaining. It truly was a very hypocritical statement from you, considering your room looked like it had its own demons to deal with. He insisted you come over, your place was very depressing and a change of environment might help you get out of your slump to see your active personality again.

It was the perfect size apartment, and the furnishing complimented him well- masculine, mature, and stylish.

You crawled in his memory foamed bed after straightening his space out and instantly regretted laying down on the cloud-like duvet. You needed to sleep, but how could you. There was work that always needed to be done and how were you going to even start them?

The bed dipped beside you, and nothing could wipe that worrying look of the inner turmoil of your pretty features. He had two steaming mugs in hand, whipped cream perfectly swirled. But you looked up at him, a sudden rush of panic beginning to settle in. Something wasn't right when your chest began hurting from your heart pounding and your mouth went dry.

"Hey, you know what, I think I need to head back now that I think about it, there's tons of stuff I need to catch up on," You hurried your speech since your voice was becoming thick with emotion, stumbling over some words. He could read you like a book and knew the last thing you needed was to be alone. He was quick and careful in setting the mugs on the nightstand, brows furrowed as he did his best in comfortably pulling you against him, your body physically quivering now.

"You don't need to leave, y/n," his usual silvery yet husky voice was traded out for a more urging and softer one. His back was leaning against the headboard as he held you safely in between his legs, your form curled against him, seeking security and comfort. You hiccuped into the crook of his neck, holding back tears you simply can't let him see. That stupid lump in your throat was making it hard to breathe properly.

And he let you cry. He let your tears saturate his shirt when you reached to wrap your arms around his neck to seek more of his warmth. It was not a pleasant surprise to see you lose the last bit of control you were maintaining this entire week come crumbling down with the unconditional amount of kindness and care he was showing you.

It was just so, so hard. Being a responsible young adult, while also trying to live life to the fullest. Trying to turn your assignments in on time and have them be of acceptable quality. Worrying about the future, trying to stay level in the fast pace of it all. Needless to say, you were overwhelmed. Nights of avoiding and putting off things till later, or cramming every assignment possible into one sitting.

At times like this where you realized you did have someone in your corner; always there to cheer you on, to show you in every way they can the love that they have for you. You appreciated the fact that he didn't question you as you shuddered against him, the untrollable faucet you called your eyes kept pouring and pouring.

He never loosened his hold around your waist, his other hand holding your nape. He whispered such sweet things to you, encouraging you to feel what you were in the moment. He was so good to you. It felt like an eternity being this close, this intimate.

"I'm sorry," you croaked out after your sobbing subsided. He held you tighter against him and whispered that there was nothing you should ever be sorry about, especially when it came to him. God, you felt bad now. You felt undeserving of it all. But he kept coming back to you, checking on you, making sure you were still eating and taking care of yourself. He pulled you back, making sure you looked him in the eyes

"Listen to me okay, you shouldn't be stressing about these kinds of things. Professor Janes hasn't even graded the papers from the midterm yet, she's definitely not worried about next week's assignment being handed in." Jeno joked, his thumb caressing your cheek and tone light-hearted and mellow. It worked in getting you to scoff and tighten the nervous grip on the hem of his shirt.

"I'm serious, think about it- you're burying yourself into getting ahead of someone who isn't even trying to keep up." He stressed, and it did make sense. Your face dropped when you realized he was right. You were purposely burning yourself out and for what? To compete? Personal gain?

It was in that moment, your watery eyes gazed into inquisitive ones; that puppy dog look never gets old. You came to the conclusion; there was nobody like him. Call it whatever you want, but there was not a single man you'd let hold you at your lowest, tell you truths you were denying in your head, and be so amorous with overall.

And you looked at him, really did. It was cute when he frowned at how quiet you were and looked around the room to avoid that weird look you were giving him. That overwhelming feeling in your chest, it ruptured and spread until it was the only emotion consuming you, panic be damned. His slightly calloused hand could feel how flushed your cheek was getting, but you weren't crying anymore.

"I tried figuring that out on my own, to be honest with you, but I didn't want to realize I was doing this to myself," you concluded and he hummed in response. So you laid back on his chest, closing your eyes and taking in the surrealness of the situation. His fingers lightly glided over your scalp, lulling you to a lax and languid state when the stars plagued behind your eyelids.

"I wish you wouldn't work yourself so hard," was the last thing you heard him murmur before you went to sleep in his hold. And he was filled with unbridled joy knowing you were getting some shut-eye while being by your side.

The t.v. was the first thing you heard when you woke, an R&B artist you didn't recognize singing over slow beats. Your vision was fuzzy when you looked at two miserable mugs in the dim room. It took a few more seconds to realize you were laying comfortably on Jeno's bed, but the owner was nowhere to be found. You stretched and yawned in the most unpleasant way possible when your clothes began itching you the wrong way.

Picking your phone off the nightstand, you scrolled through your notifications and finally found one from Taeyong, Mark, Ten, Haechan, and the samoyed impersonator about 15 minutes ago. What a coincidence, it only happens once in a blue moon.

leader of the lee's: please tell me you have measuring tape and the will to live

lee #4: went to get some food, you know where my clother are, there's a clean towel in the closet tho. and if you steal my blankets, im putting my cold feet on you :/

morkus lee: Hey, sorry to bother you but it's very urgent. So like is it true that my forehead is like big cause hyuck said that he can play tic tac toe on it and ma ybe he's lying but like I tried and now I have...

lee #5: if you respond to markus i'll tell jeno you used to write smutty fanfic about Zayn Malik

lee #10: i ran out of white gouache, so i'm stealing yours, thx love u :3

You snorted to yourself and replied to everyone accordingly, Mark not included. You liked Jeno's message to signal you read and understood. He should be back any second so you got to work on draping his tee over your head and tying the drawstring around your waist from his larger pajama pants.

It smelled like his pleasant scent and it instantly felt like home. You washed your face with his products (they were the same as yours since you recommended them to him) and patted your skin dry.

In the midst of cocooning yourself on the large bed, Two Broke Girls playing on the screen, Jeno, sauntered in with a tied bag that smelled of fried chicken and fries. He apologized for taking so long, he somehow got lost on his way back.

It clinked with the familiar sound and the green hue of Soju bottles pressing against the transparent bag. Ah, your eyes glittered upon the liquor and good food just mere inches away.

"I know it's Sunday at," he proceeded to look at the time before continuing, "7:03 p.m., but you need this. So don't throw up on my floors." He's too good because you were a talking machine with a potty mouth when drunk.

You both sat on the floor with your backs against the side of the bed, the boxes of food empty, about 4 small-sized empty bottles split between the two of you (you drank a little too much) and the conversations shared were random and full of life.

Then, you were yapping his ear off about color theory and how it's a bunch of bullshit at around 9 at night.

"What's even the point? People love whatever shitty color combinations they can pull out of their ass anyways, so what's the goddamn point?" You shouted as your companion giggled at your incredulity, honestly not comprehending a word you were saying.

"Oh wait you have something on your face," he slurred his words, his dark grey hair moving along with his head as it tilted. He scooted closer and reached a shaky hand up to your lips. It was hot in the space, yet chills ran down to your fingertips. He licked his own lips looking at yours and peeked through his lashes into your widened stare. A hard thump, thump, thump, resounded in your ear as your heart couldn't keep up with the trepidation. Your body was attracted to his as you leaned forward, and it quite literally felt as though time slowed with every moment he was getting closer.

You yelped in surprise when he flicked your cheek instead.

"You piece of shit, why'd you do that? I thought you were going to kiss me or something! Stop laughing! What if I did that to you, huh? You'd be sitting there blue balls and all." He was rolled over wholeheartedly laughing at you, stuttering over his words trying to respond. He contained himself but almost lost it again after seeing your childish form frowning at him with the ugliest face you could muster.

A teasing grin took over his face when he motioned for you to come closer. With the alcohol in your system, you didn't have the incentive to hesitate to move in front of him place your palms on his muscular thighs to lean over in his flushed face, your knees planted on the floor. He was delighted to feel you shiver when he moved closer to your ear, hot breath fanning your neck.

"I wouldn't want our first kiss to happen when you wouldn't even remember it y/n." The sultry sweet voice made you feel a little more than love, it was something lustier. You clumsily leaned back from him, wheezing out a breath from the way his lips were barely parted and eyes were hooded. What did he just say?

But he was right too. He wasn't as intolerant as you when it came to alcohol, so his senses were there more than yours were absent. Just a little bolder than his typical observant self. And of course, you end up blacking out some time after.

You awoke once again, this time at 1:25 a.m. exactly upon looking at the laminating analog clock, the same two mugs on the nightstand.

We should really dump those out now.

When should I text Jiwoo about the presentation?

You couldn't but think about your assignments again now that it was technically Monday, a feeling kin to fear beginning to settle.

Your head didn't hurt (thank fucking god) but you were laying on top of a firm body. You wondered how you both ended up in the bed anyways. You instantly began feeling around to make sure that-

"We didn't do anything, don't worry," His raspy voice startled you into sitting up slightly. He was laying on his back, arm draped behind his head, the other around your shoulders shifted to your mid-back upon you sitting up. He was changed into clothes suitable for sleep, you obviously having no recollection of him doing that.

It wouldn't be a lie if you didn't think it was odd that you two always ended up staring at each other in a daze. A silent plead for permission neither of you could figure out. It was comical and so cliche; two people navigating college life very differently end up falling for each other without being able to grasp it completely. Jeno was flawless in the eyes of the beholder, and he always would be.

A lazy, "Okay," was your response, a neutral and calm mood taking over the atmosphere in its heed. You settled back into him and let the aroma of his moisturizer waft through your nostrils.

He loved being close to you, loved giving his love to you even more. Absentmindedly tracing stars, hearts, and even your name on your back with the tips of his fingers, it was enough. Hearts beating shamelessly against each other, he breathed out in content- this is where he could be forever.

You didn't fight your heavy lids drooped once more and you welcomed the sleep, welcomed it all. He pulled the blankets over your bodies and shifted so you were both on your side. And he allowed you to subconsciously tangle your legs with his, a sigh of gratification from it.

Neither of you would figure out what didn't separate you for the rest of the night. One would guess it was the uncanny want and need for each other. It wasn't awkward nor suffocating. Souls moved in sync with each other, matching the others for a lifetime.

It was pure, unrefined love.

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seulgiology · 2 years

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i wish mark could perform his song on music shows 🙏🏾

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seulgiology · 2 years

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Are you that seulgiology channel in yt?

that’s actually a very funny question cause i thought we had a youtube channel and didn’t know about it 💀 but no it’s not us :)

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seulgiology · 2 years

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hottie

jaemin // 220123 nct dream ig live

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seulgiology · 2 years

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finding chenle gifs is literally impossible 🧍🏾 this is also the 200th post lol

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seulgiology · 2 years

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i very much forgot enhypen had a comeback , but shit what a good song , idek what to rank it as 😮‍💨 it’s giving mafia in the morning vibes

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