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sorryimananti-romantic · 2 months

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My MyDay story is kinda funny lol. I had a roommate who was into kpop and the only song that stuck to me was Shoot Me by Day6 but I didn’t think too much about it until I lived with a different girl who was a kpop dance instructor in her home country. She taught a group of us the basics of Whistle by Blackpink and it made me remember that one song I had liked a few months before, and I decided to listen to a shuffle of their other songs on spotify and oh boy I was Hooked. I was raised on 80s/90s rock and I felt like these day6 guys had that same passion that I was missing in a lot of modern pop.

I was just going to listen to them casually but then actually. lol. Wonpil’s voice initially bugged me so bad that I just had to know who he was. After that I wanted to match faces and names to voices so I started watching day6 content like jae6 (may the channel rest in peace 😔)

Jae was kind of my first bias because he was just so accessible as a brand new English-speaking fan, but then I thought that Dowoon was so dorky and adorable so I sort of gravitated to him. I ended up permanently falling for the one and only Mr. Park Sungjin when he started his Bob Sungjin twitter account (may it also rest in peace 😔 stupid hackers) and I saw all the effort he made in his roles as a leader, songwriter, vocalist, and musician, and how down-to-earth he was after all of it. That guy is passion embodied even though he’s quiet about it sometimes and it was just so attractive to me. Still is haha no need for the past tense I suppose

I did end up slowly getting into other bands and regular kpop groups and even though sungjin isn’t my ult anymore he’s still a veeeery close second 🥰

—Rachel <3

ohh that's quite a journey haha! my best friend made me listen to hi hello and it was such a soft song (i barely listened to any 'soft' songs at that time) and i thought it wasn't my taste but then i couldn't get it out of my head. and yes, wonpil's voice was what made me listen to it again and once i started listening to their other comebacks, i was done for. i was also listening to a lot of rock when i was little so day6's sound has a nostalgic value for me.

jae attracts fans, yes! he was my first bias too honestly i'm more ot5 (like sungjin at top and the rest right after LOL) but his sense of humour and his relatable personality did it to me. jae6 was my fav thing ever too and sungjin's account 😔😔 i miss that time a lot

the day6 fever never stopped honestly there's always a day6 or a day6's member's song in my playlist. i only listened to a few bands after (the rose and onewe, really good discography both of them) but i discovered day6 at a low point in my life so they're always going to be my comfort group 🥰

#rachel <3 #yumi.asks

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chooseid · 2 years

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eaj

#moodboard #kpop #eajpark #eaj #day6 #jae #dark aesthetic #hitc #jae6 #music #k-band #korean #aesthetic #band

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whoamikiding15 · 3 years

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DAY6 ARE COMING BACK!!!!!!

#MY BOYS #MY PRECIOUS LITTLE BOYS #OH GOD #im hyperventilating #day6 #jae6 #myday #make some noise

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min-youngis · 4 years

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Chicken Little

gif not mine

teenagers scare the living shit out of me - Teenagers, My Chemical Romance

~ Pairing : Park Jaehyung × Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, Humo u r ¿

~ Summary/Excerpt : It’s 7 AM, and if all were right in the world, you’d currently be bundled under covers fast asleep. But no. Your boyfriend just has to be an impulsive dumbass (with occasional smartass energy) who wants to see if he can still skateboard, but is too scared of the children that regular the park at a normal time.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 1,263

~ Warnings : uh f-is-for-friends-who-do-stuff-together word

~ A/N : i am jae, jae is me, teenagers do be scary. stan talent. stan mcr. stan day6.

i'd love to hear feedback! spread the love!

masterlist in my description.

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“Y/N, I can’t. I’m entirely too old for this.”

“You’re 27. That isn’t old.”

“It’s old enough.”

“Park Jaehyung, you can’t drag me out of bed at ass o'clock for this and tell me that you’re wimping out now.”

“I won’t tell you then.”

With an annoyed huff, you push him forward, before pulling your jacket tighter around your frame and following him into the skate park.

It’s 7 AM, and if all were right in the world, you’d currently be bundled under covers fast asleep. But no. Your boyfriend just has to be an impulsive dumbass (with occasional smartass energy) who wants to see if he can still skateboard, but is too scared of the children that regular the park at a normal time.

However, it turns out that the skate park attracts a fair number of kids even at ungodly hours like this and the two of you walk past a few on the handrails, Jae tugging at your hand every time he makes eye contact with one of them.

You giggle out, “Why are you even looking at them?” thoroughly amused as he pulls you closer.

“Because they’re looking at us.”

It’s true, you have to admit. They probably don’t see many people above the age of 20 at most around here, and you can feel some stares in your direction. You’re not too concerned, though. Jae's the one with the skateboard, about to use it for the first time in six years.

(Honestly, you just really want to see him embarrassingly trip in front of some sixteen year olds. You’ve even cleared out your gallery so you can film it.)

The two of you stop in front of a half pipe, which has two kids on either landing, about to go down.

“Well, this is it,” you declare, pulling your hand out of his grip.

Jae turns to you with a pleading expression.

With a cheeky grin, you lean up and whisper in his ear all conspiratorially, “Chicken Little,” before giving him an obnoxious kiss on the cheek.

“Go get ‘em, tiger!” you cheer, thoroughly enjoying the dirty look he throws at you behind his back, as he stalks off towards the side of the half pipe, board in his tight grip.

Pulling your phone out, you open the camera and watch with abject glee as he climbs up the steps and flinches as one of the kids does a flip in the air before landing smoothly on the other side next to her friend.

They notice Jae and courteously step away from the edge, waiting patiently for him to begin his run.

If anything, that makes him look more scared.

You’re torn between wanting him to fail and to succeed, as you watch him take a deep breath in, positioning himself on the skateboard and letting it slightly tilt over the ledge, with your phone in hand, video frame focused on him.

Smoothly, he glides down, gaining momentum and climbing back up the other end. He does this a couple of times, getting a feel of the thing after all these years.

How perfectly boring.

The teenagers who are stood on the side appear to agree with your opinion, as they begin to get antsy, one of them eagerly switching their weight from foot to foot, like they want Jae to either do something cool or get off the ramp.

It’s really for his own good that you hoot as he’s about to go back down, and shout, “Do a flip!”

You don’t know how he manages to throw you a middle finger while he’s concentrating on staying balanced, but he does, and you have a good chuckle to yourself, as you watch him go back up the other side.

And do a flip.

An honest to god, complete 360, perfectly executed, like he’s on Street League Skating or something.

The amused smile on your face morphs into one of shock as you watch him grin all satisfied and skate back down, the camera in your hand still recording, but forgotten.

You think he’s going to stop there, but the next time he goes up, he does a bloody invert, his hoodie slightly slipping up as he’s upside down on the ledge.

You’re simultaneously impressed and annoyed, and have half a mind to stop recording, but you have to admit, during this band break, after regularly being subjected to the image of him blearily and messily shoving spoonfuls of cereal into his mouth in the morning after not being able to find his glasses, this is the coolest he’s probably looked.

The crowd of teenagers around slowly increases, some of them occasionally hooting, as Jae slips into performance mode, seeming to take to the rink and the audience like a fish to water.

You can’t stop the reluctant grin from spreading on your own face as you watch him grow more and more comfortable on the board. He ends with one last grind on the coping before slowing down and finally stopping at the bottom, picking up his board and bounding towards you excitedly.

The kids disperse, going back to what they were doing i.e. hanging around and being generally cool, as the kids do these days, and Jae reaches you, wide smile on his face, board swinging in his hand as he rattles off, “Y/N! Did you see that? Did you get it on camera? Holy fuck, I had no idea I still remembered all that.”

You end the video, slipping your phone back into your pocket and lifting your hand up to gently nudge his displaced glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Yes, and yes,” you reply, unable to keep the fondness from seeping into your voice.

“Awesome!” he cheers, as you make your way to the entry of the skate park. It’s more crowded now, with larger groups of kids, and if Jae weren’t so exhilarated, you just know he’d probably think they’re making fun of him for breathing or something.

Twenty minutes later, the two of you are seated across from each other at the corner table of a diner near your apartment, waitress taking down your breakfast orders.

As she leaves with the menus, Jae fixes you with a cocky smirk, leaning back in his chair.

“You didn’t think I’d be able to do it, did you?”

“Lies. I had full confidence in your skateboarding abilities.”

“Sure you did,” he replies with a knowing grin, foot playfully knocking into yours as you avoid his eyes, not wanting to be called out like this.

“Don’t turn around now, but I’m fairly sure the kid at the table there is judging your shoes.”

“Ha. That won’t work on me anymore. I’m cool now. Kids love me,” he retorts, with a nonchalant shrug and an unfazed expression.

All suavity slips right off his manner when another, suspiciously high schooler-looking waiter comes back with your plates and says in a bored drone, “Here’s your food.”

Suddenly, he’s sitting up straight and his eyes are shifting. He says a soft, stuttered ‘Thank you,’ and you do the same, trying and failing to hold in your laughter at Jae's furtive and intimidated demeanour.

“Shut up,” he groans, when the waiter’s gone and you’re freely chuckling around your omelette.

Swallowing your laughter, you look at him, now all long, lazy limbs again, but with a faint blush on his neck, as he busies himself with his own breakfast.

“Hey, Jae.”

“Yeah?”

“Chicken Little,” you snort out.

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stay-trash-2017 · 5 years

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BuzzFeed: how many marshmallows can Dowoon fit in his mouth?

Dowoon: 15

Wonpil: you're a hazard to society

Jae: AND A COWARD! DO 20!

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totally-correct-kpop · 5 years

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Jae: Wtf Wonpil just threw a milk carton at me how dairy

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neomuni · 4 years

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I think it's great that Jae speaks out and that netizens are paying attention and calling attention to it

but at the same time I can't help but worry that Jae getting JYPE 'bad publicity' like this is going to backfire and give JYPE an excuse to cut him off or otherwise mistreat the band even more than right now

#:(#I hope I'm just being unrealistically pessimistic #jae #day6 #jype #jae6

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iamtiredandstressed · 4 years

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I was excited to discover that I actually share personality types with a few idols! I'm INTP so I didn't think there would be any. But Jin (BTS), Jae (Day6), and Hyunsik (BTOB) are all INTP!! My day is made 😋

#mbti types #mbti #mbti personality types #intp things #intp #intp personality #jin #seokjin #kim seokjin #hyunsik #btob #bts #jae #day6 #park jaehyung #jae6 #kpop #kpop mbti

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jae-bummer · 5 years

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Take One for the Team

Request: Day6 Jae + prompt no 1 please? Have a nice day 💕

Prompt:

1) ”Here’s a concept…me and you…married.”

Pairing: Day6 Jae x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Stretching your leg across the bed, you subconsciously searched the sheets for any source of warmth. It was freezing in your apartment, and surely your pet was somewhere close. It wasn’t uncommon for you to sponge off of his tiny warmth, so when your foot didn’t touch fur, you became more determined.

With your eyes still locked shut and your head pounding from the incoming hangover, you rolled across your mattress until you finally halted at the small creature you were looking for.

Humming happily, you nuzzled your face into a pillow, and sighed. Pushing an arm out, you wrapped your arm around him, but furrowed your brows.

This was not your pet.

Your brain was groggy with a mix of sleep and possible alcohol poisoning as you patted the warm area feverishly.

Skin.

Warm, soft, human skin.

Your eyes flew open to assess the man laying beside you.

There was a stranger.

In. Your. Bed.

Holding your breath, you slowly pulled the blankets up to gaze down at your body. Loosening that breath, relief flooded through your anxiety ridden chest as you confirmed you were still wearing the clothes you had gone out in the night before. You left the comforter off of your body as you began to slide across the sheets and away from the guy stationed on the opposite side of the bed.

“Who are you?” you murmured, furrowing your brows. You tried to search desperately through your memory, but were only met with fuzzy recollections. Most of the night had been a blur from drinking, but you didn’t realize you were THAT intoxicated.

Swallowing your pride, you reached for your cell phone on the nightstand, and heaved yourself off of the mattress. On top of having some creep snoozing beside you all night, you also felt like someone beat you with a baseball bat. Struggling across the bedroom, you finally eased out of the door, and into the living area. Dialing your best friends number, you swore you could count your heart beats in between rings.

“Mmm?” she grumbled into the phone.

“What in the frickity frack happened last night?” you hissed. “And please tell me you know the person currently in my bed.”

“Ehehehe,” she chuckled, still drowsy as well. “You actually went home with him?”

“Correction,” you sighed. “He went home with me. And before you get excited, no, we didn’t sleep together.”

“I mean, you did technically,” she laughed.

“By the pure definition of the term, yes, it appears that we slept beside each other,” you muttered, keeping a cautious watch on the bedroom door. “But nothing more happened than that. Now who is he?”

“His name is Jae,” she said through a yawn. “He showed up shortly after you started drinking. Once you became thoroughly smashed, you couldn’t shut up about how cute he was.”

Lifting your brows, you shuffled over to the bedroom, and cracked the door. Peering inside, you assessed the man quietly. He looked thin, a bit lanky, but had a cute face. Strong jaw and strong cheekbones were the perfect frame for his sleep-ridden smile. You tilted your head as you continued to look at him, only stopping once your friend began to speak again.

“Y/N? Are you there?”

“Yeah,” you grumbled, backing away from the door. “He’s okay, I guess.”

“If only you could ask the you from last night what you thought about him,” she hummed. “You were smitten.”

“And that was enough for you, as my friend, to give him the green light to go home with me?” you groaned.

“We have mutual friends,” she sighed. “They said you’d be fine.”

“But what if I wasn’t,” you hissed, more than annoyed. “You let me go home with a stranger. I could have been halfway across the country in his trunk by now.”

“You should really stop watching true crime shows,” she clucked.

“And you should watch more,” you grumbled. “How do I get him to leave?”

“I dunno,” she muttered. “Get back into bed and pretend you’re asleep. If you’re asleep long enough, surely he’ll see himself out.”

“What if he wakes me up,” you muttered, biting at a nail. You had never been in a situation even remotely like this before, and frankly you were surprised with yourself.

“Then you kindly ask him to leave,” she sighed. “Can I go back to sleep now?”

“I guess,” you groaned, eying the door to your bedroom again. You swore you had heard a cough. “Thanks for the update. It’s been illuminating.”

Without uttering another word, your friend hung up, causing you to roll your eyes.

Taking a deep breath, you attempted to encourage yourself to step back into the bedroom, but found something holding you back. The reality of the situation had exhausted you while you were already feeling less than your normal self. If you asked him to leave, was he the type to get angry? Would he expect more from you than what you were willing to give? You didn’t know anything about him, and the assertion that you had mutual friends who said he was “okay” was not comforting.

You balled your fists and let your cuticles create half moon circles in your palm. This had to happen sooner or later, so time to pull off the band-aid.

Tilting your head, you attempted to catch sight of your target before allowing your body in the room. Nearly choking on your breath, your eyes grew wide as you noticed the boy who was previously asleep was now very much awake.

“Well hello,” he croaked, his morning voice attractive enough to stop any thought process you were attempting to verbalize.

“Hi,” you whispered, remaining stationed in the doorway.

“Not to be awkward, but this is awkward,” he grinned, running a hand through his already disheveled hair.

You nodded. “Thanks for bringing light to the obvious.”

“I think it’s healthy to address when things get weird,” he chuckled. “Not that you’re weird. Just this situation...is a little weird.”

You nodded again, unsure of what to say.

“So...you come here often?” he grinned.

Trying not to roll your eyes, you shuffled into the room, and sat on the edge of the bed. “Look, I don’t want to give you the wrong idea, but-”

“Let me guess,” he hummed. “You don’t do this often?”

“I don’t!” you gasped, instantly getting annoyed.

“I’m not trying to suggest you do!” he laughed. “Sorry, just trying to cut the tension a bit...I don’t do this either.”

“Listen, Jae, I’m sure you’re a nice kid-”

“You remembered my name,” he smirked.

“Not technically,” you sighed, feeling heat creep up your neck. Talk about embarrassing.

“I was wondering who you were talking to in the hallway,” he nodded. “Calling around to figure out who’s in your bed?”

“For someone who hasn’t done this before, you sound awfully seasoned,” you grumbled, crossing your arms.

“For someone who hasn’t done this before, you sound awfully defensive,” he smiled.

“Is now a bad time to ask you to leave?” you groaned, already done with this exchange.

“And here I was, considering we could be soulmates,” he laughed. “But I can tell when I’m being dismissed.”

“Such acute skills in self awareness,” you muttered. “Not as if I already asked you to leave.”

“Before I go,” he hummed, pushing himself from the bed and tugging down at his clothes. “Here’s a concept...me and you...married.”

“Please leave,” you winced.

“Can I at least get your number or something?” he asked. “I mean, certainly you did like me at one point.”

“Probably before you started talking,” you sighed.

“So, is that a yes?” he asked, holding his phone out before him.

Rolling your eyes, you extended your hand, and took his phone. For a moment, you considered putting in a fake number, but a subconscious part of you may have still had a little hope for him. Handing his phone back, you motioned toward the door wordlessly.

“Y/N,” he nodded, glancing at the screen. “I was wondering.”

“You didn’t know my name?” you choked.

“Don’t be offended,” he laughed. Pushing his heels into his shoes, he glanced over his shoulder with his hand on the door knob. “It’s not like you knew mine either. I do prefer to know who I’m kissing though.”

“We kissed?” you nearly screeched. He could remember that, but he couldn’t remember your name?

“If you need me to jog your memory,” he grinned. “You know how to find me.”

You held your face between your hands and stared into the coffee cup before you. It had only been a few hours since you had opted to abandon your apartment for the privacy and quiet of a cafe.

You weren’t sure if you were mortified or irritated at the exchange that had occurred between you and Jae, but you couldn’t stop thinking about it.

Or him.

He had so easily gotten under your skin, but admittedly, you had allowed him to. You were so worried about how he perceived you, that you hadn’t stopped to realize that you were in the same position. He had gone home with a stranger just as you had. If he were going to pass judgement on you, he deserved just as much.

But that was the thing...he hadn’t passed judgement. Maybe that was why you were so thrown off by your interactions with him. You expected him to find you easy. You had expected for him to continue to try to find a way into your pants.

Which he may try to do in the future now that he had your number...

but honestly, he didn’t seem like the type.

Glancing to your phone, you heaved a sigh. Surprisingly, you had almost expected him to text you by now, but maybe he didn’t want to press his luck.

And furthering the surprise, you were kind of disappointed he hadn’t.

“Fancy seeing you here,” a familiar voice bellowed from above you.

You had been stationed at the cafe for a few hours, working on emails and generally daydreaming about the events of that morning. It seemed like a safe place to hideout from friends and potential love interests until you had heard that voice.

You had seriously considered that your daydreams had taken on a life of their own, but as you glanced up through your lashes, you had almost forgotten how to breath.

“Do you have my location enabled on your phone?” you gasped, furrowing your brows.

“I think I’d have to get into your phone to be able to do that,” he grinned, sliding into the chair opposite you. “No, this is just a happy accident.”

“For who?” you grumbled.

“Both of us I’d say,” he chuckled. “I know you like me, even if it is against your better judgement.”

You rolled your eyes and leveled him with a stare.

“I’m guessing you’re not responding because it’s true?” he grinned. “This lanky nerd with a heart of gold has totally caught your interest.”

“How can you have so much confidence for a blonde praying mantis?” you muttered.

“Because I’m an adorable blonde, praying mantis,” he chuckled. “And for the record, that one stung a bit.”

“Because truth hurts?” you smiled.

“If it’s true, what does that say about you?” he hummed. “You’re attracted to this praying mantis after all.”

“It says I’m an entomologist with bad taste, I guess,” you smirked.

“I’ve never had someone simultaneously insult me and hit on me,” he sighed. “I have to admit, I’m kind of in to it.”

“Only kind of?”

“What do you say...” he murmured, his voice suddenly softer as he leaned forward. “We actually go on a real date?”

“Perish the thought,” you grinned, clutching at your chest in feign shock.

“You don’t have to tell me it’s revolutionary,” he chuckled. “An actual date? In the twenty-first century?”

“Go on.”

“We’ll go to an arcade, and I’ll buy us soft pretzels,” he nodded. “Afterwards, we’ll split a chocolate milkshake and I’ll even let you have the cherry.”

“So chivalrous.”

“And then, I’ll remind you that I’m a fantastic kisser, but only if it’s consensual.”

“Consensual affection, very sexy,” you smiled.

“We’ll finish up with me walking you to your door because I know where you live, which sounds very creepy outside of our previous history,” he hummed. “And I won’t expect to be invited into your bed.”

“Good because you’re not,” you laughed.

“Good,” he smiled. “So...will you go on a date with me?”

You nodded slowly before continuing quietly. “No one has ever formally asked me on a date before.”

“Seems like I’m the first for you in a lot of ways,” he smirked.

“Keep comments like that to yourself if you want me to say yes.”

He laughed, his smile growing wider. “So?”

“So?” you echoed.

“Do I have to ask again?”

“It would be nice,” you grinned.

“Will you, Y/N the misguided entomologist, please grant me the pleasure, of going on a real date with me?”

“I guess so,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. “If I have to.”

His grin only grew wider with your words. “Someone has to take one for the team.”