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bangchansgirlsblog · 4 months

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i was wondering if we could have an argument or really angsty fanfic kind of i nEED to be hurt lolll

Keeping up with the Bhangs

Not the angstiest them all but yeah.

Warning: Angst, fighting, broken arm

Summary: Chan is a billionaire who can’t seem to stop demanding so much from his wife.

Pairing: Chan x reader.

"Chan I'm so mad at you," she exclaimed as she walked out their bathroom. It was as big as 4 bathrooms combined but better and more expensive.

She made her way into their walk in closet where Chan continued to put on his tie obviously not bothered by Y/n's rant.

"Baby, can we not do this right now? I have work right now," he put on his shoes and grabbed the jacket that Y/n had neatly ironed for him.

This annoyed her so much because why was he being so dismissive about the situation. He had always listened to her.

"But Chan, you can't just expect me to drop everything I have to come with you later," she crossed her arms together and glared at him as he walked up and down their room now trying to get everything together for the day.

Yes, even tho he was the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world he still chose to be in time for work so he could be able to set an example.

"Christopher? Are you even listening to me?"

The tension in the room was high.

"I'm not Y/n!" He snapped turning to look at her, "I have work, I have meeting, I have things to do! You having to put on a pretty dress and smiling for one of the biggest events of the year shouldn't have to make me hustle like this. So please," he rubbed his temples and grabbed his phone from the table stand.

His phone was blowing up. Probably all calls from the office or his assistant. God, his assistant. The thought of her made Y/n skin crawl. Anger was slowly fueling her outburst.

"Chan you know Joon-Ho has soccer all day and you already told me to go to it without you. Then Ji has a play. You want me to drive back home get dressed for a night out?"

The kids were downstairs watching tv while getting ready for their day. Their usual routine set by Y/n who chose to be THAT kind on mum. You know? The pretty, laid back, almond mum? It was working great for the kids.

"God! Why do you have to be so difficult. Fine. I'll just go with my assistant," he didn’t mean it but he was so angry he couldn’t hold back. He knew how much Y/n hated his assistant. How much she got jealous whenever she was around.

She frowns and the anger she initially felt, slowly melted. She couldn’t speak. She was hurt by his words.

"Chan that's not what I mean-"

"Then what? What do you possibly want from me?" He growled, "this conversation is over."

He grabbed his laptop bag and left her to stand there alone. The rising sun sending sun rays through their big windows. Her body slowly shock as each sob left her mouth.

This wasn't there first argument. They had argued the night before about the same thing but this time Chan was really laying it on her.

Chan always tried to understand her. He always listened but recently the more his business became successful the more rough and snappy he became and it wasn't helping her at all because having 3 children and one on the way was heavy.

Yes they had nanny's, yes they had drivers, yes they had maids but she didn't like to bother them. She liked doing things by herself because at the end of the they were her kids. She didn't know what evil intentions these workers had against her or her babies.

"Mama!" The voice of her littlest rung through her ear. Her scream making her body completely go numb.

"Soo-min? Babygirl? What happened?!" She gasped finding the little one on the ground holding her wrist.

"Mama!" She cried and jumped into her arms seeking comfort from Y/n.

"Soo-min, you have to tell mama what's wrong," Y/n panicked. How could she be so blind. She turned her back for one second.

"Mama it hurts!" She screamed once again in agony as she still held onto her wrist. Y/n's heart skipping so many beats.

It was only 10 minutes till end of the game. Why did this have to happen to her? Her brain was trying to process the situation. Trying to figure out what to do. The nanny was quick to be by her side trying to help in any possible way.

"Let mama see princess," she begged her little one, "did you fall down?" She questioned the crying girl.

"Mummy, can I go with the girls before the the play?" Ji-Yeon, their middle child, asked her.

"Not right now Ji, your sister’s hand is hurt-" she was shitting it down but a tantrum began. She couldn’t handle everything that was going on at once.

"But mum! You never let me go play! I wish daddy was here instead of you!" This stung. This hurt Y/n. This made her feel like the worst person in the world. Her husband hated her, she couldn't take care of her kids and they hated her. Her mental breakdown was slowly building up.

"Can you behave right now? I can't deal with you bratty attitude right now,"

"I hate you!" She barked back.

"Ji-Yeon. Do not try to tempt me right now or so help me God. Go sit over there and keep quiet or you're grounded."

Although she was in the middle of a tantrum the girl was scared, so scared she got up and made her way to the table where she continued to sulk.

"Soo-min, let mama see okay?" The little girl handed her mum the little hand. Her hand was so tiny that Chan loved to call it a baby paw because of the shape in made when it was in a fist.

Her wrist didn't look okay, it looked broken and that only made Y/n's anxiety grow larger but she kept her cool and continued to carry the little one to the nanny.

"Take her to the car right now, I'll get the rest of the kids. I think she broke her wrist. Please inform Chan to meet us at the hospital," the nanny agreed and slowly carried the crying girl.

Y/n rushed over to the coach and teacher to apologize for her abrupt leave. She explained to them the situation and told them that their other driver and nanny would be there to pick up her oldest son. She made sure security was with him before kissing him goodbye as he continued to play on with his game.

It was 6:30 when Chan run through the door. He was panicking and his tie was loosened around his neck.

"Is she okay? What happened?" His breathing was quick but his body relaxed once he saw his wife.

"How could you let this happen Y/n?" He barked at her.

"I was just trying to collect everything so-"

"She's a kid! A 4 year old. You guys should be paying close attention to her. Where's the nanny? Tell her she's fired, I can't believe you right now,"

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Who takes care of the kids on a daily? Me! Who goes for all their shows and their sports events? Me! Who's there to pick up the pieces whenever you leave home? Me! So don't you dare come in here and say it's my fault Chan," hot tears poured from her eyes and she glared at him. He was taken back. Everyone in the room was.

“I’m not saying it’s your fault…” he looked at the floor. Regret was eating him alive.

"I want a divorce Chan." Chan didn't allow her to even get the chance to walk away before he grabbed her hand and dragged her to the private hospital lounge. He wasn't going to have this conversation out there where nurses and doctors were watching.

Just like the kpop world worked, the Korean business world worked the same. Dispatch and everyone was ready for the biggest millionaires to crash and fall. Everyone was waiting for the latest scandal or drama and this was not going to look good for him.

"What do you mean you want a divorce?" He asked in disbelief. Her brain felt foggy and she felt exhausted.

"Chan, we're always fighting. You treat me like shit. You barely listen to me. You think I'm some baby making machine. All you care about is our image!" She exclaimed gasping for air, "I wish you never became rich, I want the old you back,"

His hands wrapped around her instantly. No hesitation. Her scent filled his nostrils and his body automatically relaxed. De ja vu was hitting him hard.

"I'm sorry," was all he could say. "Let me fix this, please my love?"

"C-Chan I can't. I can't do this anymore," she cried harder. A panic attack slowly passing by.

"Shhh, hey? Look at me. We're okay. I will fix this. I love you so much." He whispered while leaving kisses on her forehead.

"Can we finish up from the hospital and talk at home? Please my love,"

"Fine," she sighed, "but I'll go use the bathroom to wash up."

So she did, she washed her face and made her way to their daughters room where she found Chan goofing around with Soo-min. The poor little girl was so intrigued by her father that she forgot all about the bandaid they were wrapping her up with.

"Mum, are we still going to my play?" She asked softly. Y/n had totally forgot. How could she forget?

"Yes my love, let me talk to your dad really quickly, go get your bag," she giggled and quickly grabbed her bag, "can we stop by Yoona's house mama?"

"Yes princess, we can but only if you behave," the little girl smiled and quickly sat in the chair waiting for her mum to finish having a conversation with her dad.

"Chan, I have to take Ji-Yeon for her play, I totally forgot. Can you finish up here? I'll meet you at the house in like 2 hours,"

"Yeah sure, are you sure you wanna go for the play? You don't look too good love, I can go instead..."

"'No, I've got it. Once your finished up here, I called the chef to cook her some soup. Just feed it to her and then put her to sleep," she instructed Chan, "also make sure when you warm her bottle it's room temperature, she doesn't like it too hot or too cold. Also when you put her in bed you have to cuddle her Chan only for 5 minutes and she'll be out like a light."

Chan admired her as she wrote down the instructions down on the paper. Watching her be so controlling and being such a good mother was low key turning him on.

"Babe, we will be okay. I've done this before-"

"Yeah like 3 years ago before you became mr boss man," she teased her and quickly gave Soo-min a kiss on the cheek.

"Mummy loves you princess, I'll see you in a bit," the little girl waved at her mum and continued to admire the pink plaster that wrapped around her hand.

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hugs2doie · 6 months

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say it, ditto.

pairing: non!idol!jisung x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of kissing but not an actual describing scene.

nini’s notes: wohoo another jwi drabble, rhanks to the anon who requested rhis :3

resting his head on your shoulder attempting to sleep when the lesson got too boring, knowing that you’d put your bag on your desk so the teacher won’t notice him, it’s a friends thing to do, sure.

sharing an small umbrella, clinging onto him so you wouldn’t get wet and him wrapping an arm around you is just your friend taking care of you, of course.

hands brushing against while walking together, cuddling with you on your couch, sharing his lunch with you, feeding and taking care of you when you needed it, giving you heart eyes: those were things only friends did, right?

staring at your lips, just normal friends activities, yeah?

you have known jisung ever since you were young, you knew him way too well, and you also knew that he could barely hide anything from you.

but sometimes your friendship relationship would get complicated. he gave you a smile today, yes, but did he like you the same way you liked him?

you had enough with this back-and-fourth thing; with seasons passing and you acting like lovers, but never labeling anything or even talking about it, that your other friends were confused too, it was like a damn riddle and it was like trying to find the exit in a huge maze.

which is why you gathered the courage to ask him something today.

“sung,” you called him as you played with his hair, his head currently on your lap as he was watching a movie with you. well, watching might not be the word since he was playing with his phone since apparently the movie was “too boring” for him.

to be honest, the movie wasn’t even interesting. it was about two friends liking each other, but even though they knew it, they wouldn’t confess.

“that’s stupid,” you thought to yourself, even though the plot was sounding oddly familiar.

“hm?” he said glancing up at you and reaching to the table to put his phone down before going back to resting his head on your lap.

“do you want somebody, ji?” you asked, eyes focusing on the movie playing in front of you, even though your mind wasn’t focusing on that, you just couldn’t bring yourself to look at jisung.

he bit his lip and looked away for a second. “i do.” he answered after a little while, now looking up at you again and giving you those big soft eyes, smiling when he realised you had stopped playing with his hair.

your eyes finally found his, and of course, he already looking at you.

the voices of the background characters on the movie were now starting to get fainted, the only sound jisung could hear was his jacket getting grabbed by you to pull him in and lean down to kiss him.

you got nothing to lose, after all.

#nct #nct imagines #nct headcanons #nct fluff #nct dream #nct dream fluff #nct dream headcanons #nct dream imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream x reader #nct dream fanfic #nct dream scenarios #nct dream drabbles #jisung scenarios #jisung x reader #jisung imagines #jisung fluff #jisung drabbles

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ihrtnjm · 1 year

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Every Summertime - Park Jisung

Synopsis: You and Jisung's relationship blossoming over time -- from dating to marriage. Based on: “Every Summertime” by NIKI Pairing: Park Jisung (NCT) and fem!reader Genre: straight up fluff!!!!, uni!au, dating to marriage, relationship progression Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: use of she/her pronouns, cursing, mentions of weird coworkers, reader is shorter than jisung, reader eats a strawberry Content: pet names (hun, honey, babe), second person pov, idols as friends, just two cuties <3, jisung is a dance major, if marrying jisung weirds you out pls leave… a/n: this is my first y/n fic EVERRR <333333 a lot of the locations are vague, so it’s up to reader interpretation! pls reblog, comment and send feedback! support is very much appreciated!!!!! jisung has been on my mind lately (probs bc i’m learning his part for candy) like he’s so boyfriend shaped how can u not love him!!!!!!!!!!

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Park, 5:32 AM

18, We were undergrads,

Stayed out late, never made it to class

Jisung looks out at the sunrise and over to you. There’s no one else he would rather be with at this moment. Being with you makes him forget every worry on his mind. He admires the twinkle in your eyes, as the glow of the sunrise bathes you. As they sit out by the lake, he fumbles with the promise ring in his pocket.

“Ji, you good?” you ask, trying to peek over at what he was hiding with curiosity in your voice.

“Huh? Oh, it’s nothing.” Jisung quickly takes his hand out of his jacket pocket. You’ve been out for a while now, but he doesn’t care if he comes back home and skips practice. He can make it up later.

But with you, he doesn’t waste a single minute.

“You don’t have class later?” Jisung asks – he doesn’t plan on going to class later that day, but worries that you won’t make it.

“I do,” you sigh, “but I don’t think I’ll go. I just wanna be with you.” you reply softly, leaning your head onto his shoulders, as you both take in the sunrise. You loved everything about Jisung -- the way he danced, the way he would buy her something because it reminded him of you, the way he stops and waits as you tie your shoelaces, every little thing he does.

Jisung turns his head and kisses your forehead, then resumes to look onto the sunrise.

----

Dance Studio, 7:43 PM

And I swear the magnolias flashed a smile (flashed a smile)

And that's when I caught me hoping you'd stay a while (stay a while)

Jisung moves around the studio freely, with sharp yet somehow smooth movement. As he cleanly dances throughout the studio, you admire his talent from the walls in the studio. Seeing his facial expressions while he passionately dances his heart out, you can’t help but feel your heart glow.

Here she is, admiring the love of her life as he does the thing that he loves. From every recital to late night rehearsal, she loves him all the same. You remember when you two started dating – when he asked if you wanted to watch one of his recitals. He was endearingly nervous, hands clammy and heart beating at a thousand miles per hour. When you had said ‘yes,’ it was like the largest weight was lifted from his body. Since then, you’ve seen him grow into one of the most talented dancers you’ve seen.

“This dance is coming along really nicely, hun.” you state, standing up and walking toward him. You wrap your arms around his torso, then nuzzle your face into his chest. Jisung smiles down at you, hugging you back.

“Thanks. I think I still need to practice a couple more times, but I like where I’m at.” he replies breathlessly, taking a moment to grab his water bottle and take a swig. After putting it on the ground, he continues to hug you.

“Well as long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” you smile, looking up at him with pride. Jisung hasn’t stopped smiling, bringing your lips together while smiling into the kiss.

At that moment, you knew you wanted to marry this man.

----

Mark’s Apartment, 9:30 PM

Baby, I'd give up anything to travel inside your mind

Baby, I fall in love again come every summertime

“Dude, when are you gonna propose? You two have definitely talked about it, and it doesn’t help that you’re always with her--” Jisung tunes Chenle out as he rambles on about your relationship. Instead, he looks over at you while you talk to Ningning. He doesn’t know what you guys are talking about, but as he looks at her he admires the passion in your eyes about whatever you’re saying.

Jisung has seen your passionate eyes up close -- and God does he love them. In late night rants, discussions on class readings, and how dogs should wear pants.

Meanwhile, you’re having a similar discussion with Ningning right across the room.

“Wait -- so Jisung hasn’t asked you?!” Ningning says with shock. Ningning has known you two for a while and shares the same sentiment as Chenle – but probably wouldn’t nag you the same way Chenle does.

“No Ningning, he hasn’t,” you deadpan, “But I don’t wanna force him into anything he doesn’t wanna do, y’know? He just seems so happy with where we are, and I don’t wanna make things weird--”

“Make things weird? Tell that to the guy who’s staring at you as if he’s about to pop the question right now.” Ningning remarks, noticing Jisung stare at the two of you. She’s right -- Jisung hasn’t stopped at all – all while Chenle nags at him.

“You should probably talk to him,” Ningning whispers into your ear, a grin on her face.

----

Park, 5:15 PM

25, man we're missing church

Laugh 'bout everyone we're hating at work

You and Jisung are in front of the lake yet again — but the only thing that has changed was time. Older, out of college, engagement rings on your fingers. Jisung sits while you lie your head on his lap.

“Babe, I’m telling you this man is so weird. He treats the female coworkers as if they’re goddesses – mind you there’s a difference when a woman does it – and acts all lowly and shit!” you joke, taking a strawberry from the basket into your mouth. “It doesn’t help that when they say no to him, he acts like gave his soul to these women and acts pissed.” Jisung smiles down at you, taking a hand and brushing off loose hairs from your face.

“Isn’t HR doing anything about it? This sounds like a problem that a lot of people have…” Jisung ponders, his hand traveling between your brows and smoothing out the wrinkles.

“I don’t know, it’s not like he’s hurting anyone I guess,” you reply, “He’s just weird, y’know?”

“Alright but if he ever bothers you, you know who to go to!” he emphasizes, chest puffed up as if to come off as intimidating. You giggle at his gesture, sitting up and then holding his face in your hands.

“You’re so cute, did you know that?” you smile. He’s left flustered, as he takes his larger hands and puts them on top of yours. Jisung leans in closer to you, lips softly touching as he gets a taste of the strawberry that was on your lips earlier.

“Yeah, but you’re cuter.”

“Fine, but you’re the cutest.”

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Outside of Your Apartment, 10:30 PM

We're strolling down the boulevard

And dancing under streetlights

Every year we get older, and I'm still on your side

“Jisung, we’re gonna fall!” you laugh as you both stumble around the street, one Airpod in each other’s ears. A typical ballroom song plays in each of your earbuds while you adjust yourselves, figuring out how to dance to the music.

“Honey, just follow my lead,” Jisung giggles, “Mind you, you’re the one who wanted to learn!” Taking your hands in his, you sway around the street as the post lights shine.

“Mind you, you’re the one with the dance degree!” you retaliate, looking down at your feet to avoid stepping on Jisung.

“Mind you, you’re the one who’s married to me!”

“You got me there.” you whisper, moving your arms to wrap around Jisung’s neck. Jisung’s hands then land on your hips, and softly pressing your lips together.

As you admire the summertime moonlight, you both sway to the song that plays in your ears.

Every day is summertime

Every day is summertime with you

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wannaeatramyeon · 9 months

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Hellloooo,

May I request viral hit characters reacting to their s/o wearing something naughty? If not naughty, just wearing their clothes instead?

-Thank you <3 ‼️

Hi anon! Wew I'm so sorry. We are nearing the 3 month mark. How's your V Hit interest? Fading? 😅 Thanks for requesting and the thank you and heart is SO cute. Hmm. Let's go for wearing their clothes...All generally quite innocent.

HTF Boys reacting to you wearing their clothes: Munseong, Wangguk, Yeonwoo, Seongjun, Taehoon

G/N but assumes you're more petite than they are.

Kim Munseong

You have a habit of taking his tracksuit jacket.

At first he never used to think much of it. He had a two track mind: one on Bomi, the other on MMA.

And then Bomi became spoken for, and the track became singular.

You still continued to take his jackets. Talking, laughing along with him, as natural as anything. Because it was. He's grown used to it.

So much so, that whenever he sees you without his clothes on, he feels a pang. There's something missing that he can't quite put his finger on.

He watches you. Wondering why you look... off.

Then it hits him. You're not wearing his jacket.

In addition, his jackets just smell like him. Of deodorant and aftershave. Without your scent and his mingled together.

And here comes a double KO. His feelings, the second realisation, hits him full force too.

Han Wangguk

He handed over his hoodie when you said you were cold.

Maybe that wasn't the best idea (or perhaps it was) because the sight of you in his clothes. Chin tucked in at the collar, sleeves hanging over your hands, length reaching down to the top of your bare thighs.

This is really something else.

Wangguk blushes furiously. Thinks about you in his hoodie and nothing else. Chastises himself for his lewd thoughts but shit, he can't help it.

It's just so fucking sexy.

Oops - you've broken him.

Or... that's what he thought. It's actually much worse when he gets the hoodie back from you.

Your scent, your perfume. He can't get enough.

And if he sleeps with it, so he can be reminded of you? Well that's only between him and his hoodie.

Ji Yeonwoo

You put on Yeonwoo's karate gi as a joke.

And maybe it was a little disrespectful the way you just casually wrapped it around you. You thought maybe Yeonwoo was pissed when he noticed. His mouth was hanging in shock and body frozen.

"Sorry," you grimace, sheepishly taking it off.

"No! Don't!" Yeonwoo clears his throat, cheeks dusting with pink, "...No it's fine. You can wear it."

Seeing you in his gi is combining his two absolute favourite things. It's a crossover he wasn't expecting.

His thoughts are innocent enough, it's more the idea of being able to have everything he wanted. Kyokushin karate and also you.

Yeonwoo stammers and blushes, not able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day. Not on his studies, not even on his training.

Because the idea of you by his side, joining him, is everything.

Baek Seongjun

You like to wear his haori casually around the apartment (when it's clean, of course).

It's something easy to grab and slip on. A cover up for when you're feeling like you need a light extra layer.

Especially for the morning after you've spent a night entangled in bed together.

The first time Seongjun sees you in his haori and little else, stepping into the kitchen for breakfast he has prepared-

His heart stops and stutters. Pauses mid movement to fully take in the sight of you in his haori, the traditional japanese attire, and little else.

Breakfast is forgotten about as he strides towards you, hands wandering over your body and lips on your skin in an instant.

Maybe he can convince you to wear a kimono next.

Seong Taehoon

You stole his jacket.

Taehoon should stop spoiling you so much. He only has himself to blame. He's very attached to his green bomber. It's his trademark.

"Hands off! Get your own-"

His eyes adjust and he fully takes in the sight. Oh.

Taehoon hates hates people touching what is his (only child syndrome huh) but you in his jacket - ok maybe that he could learn to share.

The way it drapes over you, large and oversized. Your hand tucked into the sleeves... It's fucking cute, ok. His stomach does little somersaults at the view. Shit. He doesn't even care how cringe he sounds, he loves it.

Like a megaphone telling everyone to back off, you're spoken for.

Still. Taehoon is Taehoon and he's a little shit to the end. He'll make you plead and beg a little for his jacket. Whine a bit about how cold you are or how comfortable it is.

He'll throw it at your head every time but preens when you slip it on.

And... bonus: Wedding bands

Taehoon never gave it much of a thought, never gave marriage much of a thought. If you wanted to, sure that's cool with him. No? That's fine too.

Once married though, there's something about wedding bands that he absolutely loves. The matching set, two halves of a whole.

He finds himself playing with yours a lot. Taking your hand in his. Spinning, touching it on your finger.

And when he can't play with it, he looks at it. Yours or his. It seems to always catch the light just right and he can't look away.

Quite simply, it makes him happy.

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kyufessions · 6 months

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children

synopsis: a cuddling session with your long term boyfriend leads to a serious discussion

pairings: boyfriend! changmin x g.n. reader

word count: 0.7k

genre: fluff, domestic

general taglist: @jwnghyuns @eaudenana @soobin-chois

tbz taglist: @ilovechanhee

snow fell onto the windowpane, each snow flurry different from the last. Child’s Play 2 played on the television, a bowl of popcorn half empty on the coffee table that was occupied by empty mugs of hot cocoa and both of your boyfriends feet propped up on the surface. the navy blue fuzzy blanket covered you both, keeping you warm along with each other's body heat as your legs were thrown over his lap. your arms wrapped around his waist as he played with your hair. everything felt perfect, almost as if it were a movie.

even though you loved your life with changmin as is, you wanted more. as you grew older, you had started having growing baby fever. of course you’re still young and wouldn’t mind waiting a few more years, but your want for a child kept growing each day. just earlier at the coffee shop down the road, you noticed a mother pushing her baby in a stroller. the sight of the few month old bundled up in a big puffer jacket and a cat beanie sent your mind into orbit, the smile on your face refusing to leave as you watched them in their own world. it was moments like that that made you daydream of having a child, maybe even children. you don’t know when this feeling came about or why, but it’s stuck with you and not leaving.

changmin watched you zone out for a few seconds, trying to read your facial expression. but when he couldn’t put a finger on it, he spoke up. “babe, are you okay?”

the sound of his voice brought you back into reality, turning your head to him and nodding slightly. “i’m okay, sorry.” you laid your head on his shoulder with a sigh, drawing circles into his skin. “just thinking.”

his fingers running through your hair brings you immense comfort, making you melt further into him. his eyes don’t leave your face, concern filling him. “what about? are you okay? what happened?”

you chuckle, looking back up at him and noticing the worried look in his eyes. pecking his lips quickly, you readjust yourself on his lap and rest your chin on his shoulder. “i’m okay, it’s just-“ you pause, taking in your bottom lip between your teeth. “how do you feel about children?”

he’s taken aback, but thinks for a moment before responding. “i don’t mind children, why?”

“would you ever have any of your own?” the silence is deafening as you await his answer.

he shrugs, his fingers never leaving your locks. “with you, i wouldn’t mind having some.”

you smile at him, butterflies erupting in your stomach at the thought of mini ji changmin’s roaming around your future home together. “some? not just one?”

“unless you want just one, that’s fine too.” he brings his lips to the tip of your nose, leaving a small kiss before brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “whatever you want, i would be happy with. if you want kids, we can have kids. if you want a small army of cats, we can have a small army of cats. i don’t care as long as we’re in the same story.”

the smile from ear to ear never left your face as he spoke, the words going in through one ear and storing itself away into a part of your brain. if you could see yourself in cartoon form, your eyes would be replaced with hearts and your heart beating out of your chest. changmin returned the smile, laughter escaping his lips as he tilted his head in confusion.

“is this all that’s been on your mind?”

you nod, cupping his cheek in one of your hands. feeling him turn into mush in your hands made your heart race, the butterflies shifting into a zoo. “yeah, i’ve been having really bad baby fever for the past few months. i was scared to bring it up to you in case our views differed.”

his lips placed a chaste kiss to your palm, his eyes never leaving yours as a cold breeze crept down his spine. “it’s not my decision to make about kids because it’s your body, not mine. regardless, i'm happy as long as i'm with you.” his one hand creeps into yours, fingers intertwining under the blanket to keep warm. “when do you want to start?”

eyes widening, you softly smack his thigh in a playful manner. both of your laughters bounce off the walls, smiles being exchanged. “put a ring on my finger and we can finish this discussion later.”

“but chucky and tiffany weren’t married when they-“

“babe, i love you, but please don’t compare us to serial killer dolls.”

#kyufessions tbz #tbz #tbz changmin #the boyz #the boyz changmin #tbz fluff #changmin fluff #tbz ji changmin #ji changmin #ji changmin fluff

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shujohajohaminnie · 6 months

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My Rockstar

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!reader

Genre: Smut,

Word count: 2547

Summary: After being apart for months you both can't hold back when you’re behind closed doors.

A fab!reader, profanity, Pet names, Exhibition kink, Raw sex, Breeding kink,. I think that's it let me know if I missed anything.

You were beyond excited, your husband's last show of his tour was going to be here in Seoul. After being separated for months you really couldn't wait to see him. He was definitely going to be exhausted poor thing. But still, after the show you had a couple of parties to hit to celebrate the success of the group. You sighed wrapping yourself in a towel, the steam from the shower quickly filling your bedroom. What the hell were you going to wear, you needed to look fantastic, I mean you were a rockstar's wife. You slipped on a red short dress that had black lace detailing on top. You searched for a jacket that would be able to keep you warm in the cold weather remembering that Jisung told you the last show was going to be outdoors, so what was better than one of his own leather jackets? You slipped on your chunky heel boots and started on your makeup.

Sitting in the Uber on the way to the venue you felt incredibly nervous, you weren’t going to able to spend time with him before the show like he wanted to, your makeup and hair taking a little longer than expected. You made your way through the back entrance his manager leading you to the section specifically for friends and families when you felt someone pulling you away. You turned around seeing your husband with a wide smile. He pulled you into a hug holding you close. You missed this, you missed his touch, his smell, him. “Ji” “YOU’RE UP IN FIVE FOUR” “I’ll see you after yeah?” “Yeah yeah” “I love you” He whispered letting you go as he was being pulled away from his bandmates to get in position.

This all felt surreal you remembered the days when he worked his ass off with his friends to debut, not thinking they’d ever make it this big. They could only dream of it, the crowd screaming their names. An amazing fanbase to love them. You couldn’t feel any prouder. He was a star, you couldn’t deny that much, he shined bright on that stage, he was meant to be there. The same way you were looking at him with eyes of pure love and adoration was the way he looked at you, his music, his bandmates, his fans. He snuck glances at you during his set, smiling at you like a goofball. Making you blush like crazy.

You loved the whole show, the dancing, the jokes, their singing. All of it. “Thank you goodnight” They smiled bowing in front of the crowd before exiting backstage. You felt your knees buckle as you thought about what was going to happen once you saw him again. You may have seen him before the show but that was just for a second, what happens when you’re alone again.

You giggled as he grabbed your waist planting kisses on your neck, his hot kisses tickled your skin. He pushed you against the door his hand missing the doorknob, once, twice, three times.

The boys all laughed in the dressing room at Seungmin’s terrible jokes, then stopped in their tracks heads whipping to look at the pounding on the closed door. You both finally burst through the door both of your hands grabbing at each other in every spot imaginable. He massaged your tits through the dress causing you to moan into the kiss.

“Want company” You gasped pulled away fixing your top and hiding your face in his chest in embarrassment. You couldn’t believe his members saw you like that.

“S-Sorry” Jisung stuttered adjusting himself in his pants. “It’s fine as long as you're going to put a show on for us we don’t mind” Minho joked turning to look at you both. Jisung turned his head to look at his best friend in shock. “Y-you want to” he looked at his members to see them nod in agreement. He looked down at you to see a blush spread on your cheeks. “You want to?” he whispered to you. You looked up at him nervous. You knew he was a performer but you didn’t think that extended to when you were intimate. “Come on baby… let 'em’ watch”. He whispered against your lips his fingering toying with his red guitar pick you wore around your neck. Your grip on his shirt tightened as you slowly nodded. He locked the room door, leading you to the couch not saying another word. Chan and Changbin both got off the couch allowing you to sit down. You couldn’t open your eyes, you couldn’t look at them. His touch slowly left you, the spot where his hands once rested now cold from his lack of warmth. You opened your eyes slowly, needing to see where he went.

Nowhere, he didn’t go anywhere, he wouldn’t leave you. He was kneeling on the ground in front of you watching you. He was worried, he didn’t want to force you into something you didn’t want to do just because he’d always dreamt of it, but he was proud of you, he wanted to show the whole world his precious baby, his other half, his ride or die. He couldn’t show the world, so he would just have to show his world. “You sure you want to do this” he whispered his hands resting on your knees. “I -I do… I’m just nervous” You whispered getting closer to him. You didn’t want the other boys to hear you and think you were boring. “It’ll be fine. . . I promise”. “Y/n” Chan spoke up causing you to finally look up and face them, you looked at Chris worried about what he’d say. “If you don’t want to do this… don’t worry about it, the boys can just watch porn and get off that way, don’t worry about it” “I just… I don’t want you to think I’m a slut” You sighed looking down at your hands that were beginning to shake. “We don’t think that about you” Hyunjin spoke up making you look up once more. The boys agreed nodding their heads and backing up Hyunjin's kind words. They sat down on chairs and the floor in front of you. You smiled taking a deep breath and nodding your head at your husband. He smiled slowly spreading your legs apart to reveal you were wearing a black lacy thong, Jisung's favorite set. His head whipped up to look at you just to make sure you were still okay with what he was doing. You were. “I was uh… going to wear the matching bra but I didn’t want to show so many straps you whispered taking off Jisung's leather jacket you wear wearing.

You might've not seen Jisung for months but that didn’t mean he wanted to rush sex with you. Sex with your husband always meant something, unless it was a quickie that you two desperately needed. But aside from that he loved to make love to you. He loved the sensual, he loved the passion, he loved the eroticness you both brought with every single time. It never got boring even if people would sometimes think of it as ‘plain vanilla sex’ it didn’t feel that way. You could feel the love he had for you with every stroke. You could see the love in his eyes when he’d look at you while thrusting deep into you. He always held you close, making sure you always felt warm, and surrounded by him.

He kissed the inside of your thighs spreading your legs wider as his fingers hooked into the waistband of your underwear pulling them off of you and placing them on top of the jacket you were wearing mere seconds ago. Your breath hitched as he began to kiss higher and higher up your body going straight for your throbbing core. You could hear the boys groaning at the scene in front of them, but you couldn’t pay attention to them, even with a room full of men, your eyes were still focusing on your lover. “Ji” You moaned throwing your head back as he placed a single kiss on your needy clit. “I love you so much” he mumbled against your pussy before he started to lick and suck at your sensitive bud, your hand immediately flying down to his hair tugging slightly. His right hand went up your body slowly pulling your dress straps down before dragging the top of the dress down to reveal your tits to both him and his best friends. He rolled your hardened nipple between his fingers. With his left hand, he used his index finger to circle your hole before sliding his finger in. He wanted to start off slow especially since it’s been a while he didn’t want to hurt you. He thrusted his finger into you while his tongue continued to dance with your clit. . “M-more” You breathed out closing your eyes as you laid your head back against the leather couch. He listened sticking in another finger. Before you knew it you were coming on his fingers and face without warning.

“Shit baby you’re so tight… don’t think I’ll be able to fuck you” Jisung teased getting up and kissing your soft plump lips. By now your lipstick was long gone with all the kissing you were doing before and all the lip biting you were doing to suppress your moans. You didn’t want anyone outside of the room to know what was really happening inside, for all they knew the boys were just getting ready to go to their first party of the night. “N-No Ji… I want you…I can take it, I promise” you whined grabbing his hand to pull him down to the couch. You stood up completely taking off your dress before you knelt in front of him taking his previous spot. “Baby you don’t need to” “I want to… I wanna make you feel good” You whispered unbuckling his pants, tugging his pants and boxers down to reveal his hard cock that was already leaking pre cum. You took your finger spreading the spilling juices over his cockhead as your other finger teased his thigh with your nail, causing goosebumps to arise. You smiled up at him, he knew that look, that was the look you’d give him before driving him absolutely insane. You licked his cock from the base to the tip before taking him in your mouth fitting as much as you could. You hand jerking what you could fit, your mouth felt so full of him you were anticipating how good your pussy would feel in a bit. You giggled on his cock, driving both Jisung and the boys behind you crazy. You began to bob your head on his cock his tip hitting the back of your throat with every time you went down. That was one of his favorite things about you, you didn’t have a gag reflex which meant you could last long with his cock in your mouth before pulling away. His eyes rolled back as he let out a deep-throated groan from all that he was feeling, your nails digging into his thigh, your tongue swirling around his cock, you moaning on his dick, he just couldn’t hold back anymore. “Oh my ughhhhh” he groaned stopping your head with his hands as he cummed into your mouth. “Fuck baby I missed you so much” he spoke lowly his voice raspy and low. You loved it when his voice did that.

He pulled you up laying you on the couch, you wrapped your legs around his back as he lined himself up with you. He’s been anticipating this moment since the first night you guys were apart. Even with all the sexting, you did in the meantime it still wasn’t the real thing, the dildo you had didn’t fill you the way Jisung did, you couldn’t get the speed right or your hand would start to hurt so you had to stop. The same for him, his hand didn’t pulsate around him like your pussy did, it just didn’t feel the same. “I’m off the pill hannie… do you have a condom? Or do you want me to make you a daddy”. That seemed to throw a lot of the guys in the room through the roof, groaning loudly at your comment and speeding up the motions of their hands on their dicks. They all wished they were in Jisungs position, waiting to feel the infamous grip around their own cocks. You knew the answer to your question, Jisung had always been a fan of filling you up hence the reason that you were on birth control, but there was something about the way that he could get you pregnant if you had just skipped a day. He’s always said to you that you two were surely ready for that next step after being together for four years, and married for one, but only recently have you really noticed you were in fact ready. “You sure baby” “Mhmm… make me a mommy” That’s all he needed to hear before he sank right into you, the both of you moaning from the feeling. The feeling you both missed so much, you missed the stretch, and he missed your tightness that his hand couldn’t even begin to get right. “Fuck Jagiya I missed you so so much” he whispered pulling back just to sink right back into you, bottoming out the second time. “I missed you too Ji” You moaned scratching at his back as he began to stroke in and out of you at a steady pace. One of his hands reaching down to your clit to draw tight circles on it as he sped up. He hid his face in the crook of your neck moaning and grunting in your ear. Hearing him like that, hearing him making those noises knowing that you were doing that to him, you and only you could do that to him. “Fuck Jagi I’m gonna” “Me too Ji me too” “Cum with me baby” He pulled his hand away instead apply pressure on your lower belly. He knew everything about you, both nonsexual and sexual, and he knew in doing that he could instantly make you cum. “FUCK” You moaned out loud throwing your head back as you came around him, you couldn’t keep quiet anymore. There was a pounding on the door pulling you both apart but not before Jisung filled you up. “YOU GUYS ALMOST READY THE CARS WILL BE HERE IN TEN” “Shit” Jisung hurriedly pulled up his pants and helped you get dressed. After you were situated he turned to the guys who were also getting dressed. “No one says a word got… or so help me I will… I will kill you” He threatened leading you to the makeup chair helping you fix your hair while you fixed your makeup.

#skz fanfic #skz scenarios #skz x you #skz imagines #stray kids fanfic #han jisung #han smut

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lluvllimoo · 21 days

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You could’ve just told me! Pt1

Hi this is my first fic so please be nice. Also English isn’t my first language so there might be mistakes.

My inspiration is @itzsana-kiddingmenow i love her fics so much. I always wanted to write i just didn’t have the motivation but here we go.

Lee!jisung

Ler!Lee Know

This is a tickle fic if its not something you’re interested in you can scroll 🤍

Jisung was in his room thinking again. This was actually starting to happen quite often now days. Well what was he thinking about? Well Jisung was in a lee mood and he was thinking about how to tell his members that. But he could never tell the members that because he thought they would judge him for that i mean could you blame him. He couldn’t even say the word out loud.

This went on for days. Jisung would go to practice,come home,eat and then go to his room staring at the ceiling for hours. He would make up tickling stories in his mind but that would just make his mood worst. He also tried to read fics and just as expected it only made it worst for the poor little lee.

While Jisung was busy staring at the ceiling once again he didn’t notice a member coming into his room. When he realized someone was there it was too late to cover up his thinking face. He was zoned out and probably had a frown on his face. He looked up and saw his favorite hyung Lee know. Lee Know was staring at him with a worried look.

“Jisungie whats wrong.”

“O-oh nothing hyung.”

He hated himself for stuttering.

“Come on Jisung im not a kid i can tell you are lying.”

“Tell me whats wrong Ji.”

Lee Know came closer to Jisung and sat next to him.

With that Jisung couldn’t hold it anymore. Tears spilled out.

Jisung hated how he was crying about something so stupid.

“No baby whats wrong please don’t cry.”

“H-hyung”

He was looking into Lee Knows eyes which made it harder to tell him but it was now or never. He knew he could trust Lee Know but telling him about this topic was just hard for Jisung.

“Jisung you can tell me anything you know i would never judge you.”

How did he know?

Lee Know grabbed jisungs face and looked into his teary eyes.

“I-i.”

Jisung sighed.

“I hate how im crying about something so stupid i cant even believe myself.”

“You now what.”

“Lets pretend this never happened and you never saw me crying”

“No”

“You are going to tell me whats wrong”

“I can clearly tell this has been bothering you.”

“And no its not stupid”

“If you just tell me whats wrong you now i can help you”

Jisung took a deep breath

“W-well”

“D-do you know what a l-l.”

“L-.”

“I cant do it”

Jisung looked down at his feet.

“A lee?”

When he heard the he immediately looked at Lee know.

“H-how do you know that?”

“Ohhh sweet little Jisungie was this what you were trying to say baby hmm?~”

“W-well yes.”

Jisung looked back at his feet because could swear his face was red as a tomato.

Lee know garbbed Jisungs face and forced him to look at him. Lee know cooed at jisungs little red face.

“Awww is my baby flustered.~”

“Does my baby need me to take care of his little lee mood hmm.~”

Jisung hit his arm in a playful manner.

“Owww that hurt”

“Oh come on hyung i didn’t even hit hard.”

“I think i need to punish you for that.”

As he said this he wiggled his eyebrows while jisungs face turned into 50 shades of red.

Lee Know didn’t waste another second and pounced on Jisung. He took off his jacket and used that to tie Jisung arms to the headboard.

“Hmmm where should i tickle my baby?”

“Do you want to help your hyung out and tell me your most ticklish spot hm?~”

As he said that a sad expression appeared on Jisungs face.

“I-i actually don’t know”

“Wait what?”

“I’ve never been tickled before.”

“I don’t even know if im ticklish or not. All i now is every time i think of tickling i just want someone to tickle me.”

“Aww my poor baby probably suffered a lot.”

“Well im here to help you now.”

With that Lee Know slowly started to tickle Jisungs belly.

“Is this belly ticklish hmm.~”

Jisung giggled at the sensation. It felt weird but so good.

“Hyuhuhng dohont tehehease”

“You want me to go rougher?”

“P-please.”

Lee Know lifted Jisungs shirt up reveal his little bellybutton.

“Aww what a cute bellybutton.”

“Will you turn into a little giggle bug for me if i tickle you right here.~”

He sticked one of his finger in Jisungs bellybutton without any warnings.

“HyuHAHAHAHANG”

“Ooooohh i think i found a good spot.”

“Im not even moving it and ur already laughing your heart out.”

“I CAHAHAHNT HEHEHEHHEHELP IHIHIHIHTT.”

He tugged at his arms but nothing happened he couldn’t move them he was stuck.

“Trying to escape?”

“I already taught of this. You cant go anywhere baby.~”

Jisung knew he was fucked. I mean not really because he was enjoying it a little too much but he would never say that out loud.

Lee Know lifted Jisungs shirt a little more to reveal his ribs

“How about we try here.”

“Actually…”

“Ji do you know how many ribs you have?”

“N-no i don’t”

Lee Know slowly put his fingers on Hannies ribs started to count them.

“Onee.”

“Phhlheheahahse”

“Twooo”

“Ugh you’re not reacting like how i want you to react”

Lee Know put his hands on the lowest rib and started to tickle Jisung like crazy.

“OMHAHAGAGAGAG HAHHAHAHHAHAHA IHIHIHIH IHIHITHTS THOHOHO MUHUHUCH”

“There we go.There is my giggle bug”

“STAGAGHAHAHAHHAP”

Even tho Jisung begged for Lee Know to stop probably about 100 times he did not listen and he just kept on going rougher and rougher. Soon Hannies laughter became silent and that was a sign for Lee Know to stop and give Jisung a little breather. Jisung was panting hard trying to inhale air as much as possible.

“Did you enjoy it baby?”

“Should we continue? I feel like i haven’t gotten the spot yet.”

“Can we stop? Im tired. Can we continue this later?”

Lee Know giggled because Hannie looked so cute so tiny. Even tho Lee Know wanted to continue he did not want to make Jisung uncomfortable so he got up and started to untie the jacket.

“Of course we can continue another day Jisungie.”

After Lee Know untied his wrist he got up and grabbed a bottle of lotion to put on Jisungs wrist. All of that tugging made Jisungs wrists a little red. After putting on the lotion he layed down next to Jisung and snuggled him.

“You know if you just told me from the start i would have tickled you ever time you wanted but you made yourself suffer.”

“We would never judge you for anything.”

“Thank you hyung.”

“I-i”

“I-i love you”

“i love you too baby.”

I tried my best. I also wrote this on the plane my mom asked me who was i texting😭 I will try to write the second part but my lazy ass will probably take long.

#minsung #lee know #han jisung #tickle #leejisung

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mywebfoot · 2 months

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In Every Winter Night, Part 4 (Marry My Husband Fanfic)

Author's note: Don't read this in the office. Really. Don't. Part 4 of 4.

Ji Hyuk

In the car, Ji Won sat quietly in the passenger seat. The day was over, and they were crossing the long bridge south, headed home. The highway lights passed over her rhythmically, sweeping over briefly before going dark again. Ji Hyuk glanced over occasionally, drawn by the high line of her nose, and the exquisite shape of her lips.

He'd always thought she was beautiful, but as her confidence and assurance had grown she became regal - a queen of her own destiny, wrenching victory where others would lie defeated. He’d been attracted to her before, for her protective, nurturing side. But this, this fiercer side, was new. In recent weeks she had fundamentally changed, no, morphed, tearing her way out of old skin, to emerge like some sleek creature prone to laying quietly while hiding vicious fangs.

It made him weak in the knees.

He knew his feelings had left like, and love a long time ago, and was dangerously close to full on worship already.

Like this evening, at the all-team meeting. Ji Won had been killing it with her presentation, developing her proposed marketing strategy with layer after layer of data, anticipating objections and pushing back with iron-clad logic that showed she had already considered the pitfalls. He knew he sounded like an all-out nerd, admiring the genius of her analyses, but a part of him would always be the guy with the thick glasses and the cheap haircut.

And this was despite being turned on all day by the naughty idea she had planted in his mind.

Speaking of which, his heart had nearly stopped when, about 10 minutes into the presentation, she had paused. Then she had looked him in the eye, and said, “It’s quite warm in here, did someone turn up the thermostat? Give me a second while I take off this jacket.” His eyes had widened and words he could not say rushed through his mind, stomped screeching brakes and ended up a steaming 4-lane pileup in the middle of his brain. Which then proceeded to melt as her hands reached up to peel her jacket back and off. He couldn’t help it, his eyes went right to her breasts.

Or… where her breasts would have been if they had not been behind some kind of …band? Ji Hyuk knew little of women’s fashion, but whatever she was wearing under her white shirt, it had no straps. Instead, like a censorship smudge, the pale material slashed across her torso, redacting her body safely and snugly away from any prying eyes, including his. He looked back up at her laughing eyes.

He had nearly had a heart attack, and there she was laughing at him. He wanted to end the meeting right there and drag her off somewhere to smack her pert behind for the sheer torture she had put him through today. Speaking of which, he glanced over at her again, seated in his passenger seat, once again bundled in all the layers that winter dictated.

“Did you enjoy it, half-killing me today?”

Ji Hyuk glanced at her face, and saw the rueful smile. “Maybe a little.”

His eyes turned back to the road. “It seemed like a lot more than 'a little',” he teased.

He heard the rustle of her moving, and from the corner of his eye he saw her unbuttoning her coat.

“Too warm?”

“Yes.”

Something in her tone made him glance over.

Then he gasped. He white-knuckled the steering wheel and somehow steered them across two lanes to the safety of the rode shoulder. An offended horn blared past, the driver flipping them off. Their car came to a shuddering, jerky stop as his foot spasmed on the brake.

“Ji Won-sshi” was all he could say. His eyes were glued to the front of her shirt, where the chill air had made her nipples thrust into the placket of her silky shirt. The material clung, and he learnt that she had slightly up-tilted breasts, with a generous undercurve. She was perfect.

“Touch me. Please,” she whispered, “- I..” Her voice shook, but her eyes remained trained on his. “I need you to touch me. You promised me it would be this week and all I did was think about how it would feel if you would just put your hands here. All week, the slightest touch would make me hot, and I couldn’t stand it any more. So I wore the the tube-top today, just to have a thicker barrier than my bra. But just now I took it off and-” and then she moaned from the heat of his hand.

He had cupped her. It was a very public area, and he wanted to protect her from prying eyes, but he couldn’t deny her, not when she was pleading for his touch. With shaking fingers, his left hand covered the luscious curve of her right breast, gently petting her. Experimentally, he squeezed, wanting to know how her flesh would give under his fingers. The car filled with the sound of desperate gasps for air, his, hers.

Insistently, she arched her back, thrusting both breasts into the yellow street light slanting in from the windscreen. He could see the faint darker shadow of the tempting peak. With his index finger, he trailed an admiring touch over the insistent nubbin. Her body jerked, and the slight jiggle in her breasts broke him. His hand slid down to her waist, jerking her forward and burying his face between her breasts. He groaned and turned to mouth her.

When she felt the wet lave of his tongue Ji Won’s body spasmed. Hard licks flicked her nipple through the shirt, followed by the desperate scrape of his teeth over the soaked cloth. She thrust both hands into his hair and pulled him even closer. “More, Ji Hyuk-sshi,” she whimpered.

In the next second he was gone. She opened her eyes to protest. His face was grim and his hair stood up in tousled spikes. The fingers that until seconds ago had been loving her, gripped the steering wheel. He stared fixedly ahead as he fought to control his breathing.

“Ji Won-sshi,” he growled.

“Listen to me carefully. We have three and a half minutes before we reach home. For three and a half minutes, I will have to fight this damn erection and the urge to grab you. It will take everything I have.”

He spared her one searing glance, taking in the wet, almost translucent spot on her shirt. His jaw worked and he determinedly pulled his gaze back to the road.

“You, will now button up, and stay buttoned up. Do not move, by all that's holy, and do not make a sound or our first time will be on Seongsu Bridge, Seoul at, “ he glanced at the dashboard clock, “seven thirty-eight p.m.”

Ji Won

Ji Hyuk would be a desperate but thorough lover.

That was the only thought in her head as they tore into the basement car park, and drunken parked across two lots. He got out, slammed the door behind him, and marched around to her side. She was out before he could get to her, tugging her firmly buttoned coat into place. His eyes were dark, narrowed, and the frown across his wide brow would have been intimidating if she had not known that she was the cause.

His hands came up as if in surrender.

“Do not touch me in the lift, Ji Won-sshi. Please.” His voice came out low and strangled, but at least he could speak. She could not get a word out past the tightness in her throat. She just nodded once.

He pushed his hands as deep as they would go into his winter coat pockets and turned, leading the way to the lift lobby. His long, urgent strides made his coat flap behind him. He stabbed at the lift button, then he turned to watch her as she caught up. She prayed no one else would get into the lift. They would smell the sex in the air.

Finally, finally, the doors opened on his floor. Again he strode in front of her, leading the way and opening the apartment door for her to enter. The door clicked behind them and his hands came up to grasp her arms. Oddly, he didn’t pull her in, but instead leaned down to examine her face. One eyebrow lifted.

“Are you sure?” he rasped, the arousal in his voice still apparent. “We can still just play, as much as you want. Just count what I said earlier about us making love as the madness of the moment. I want you, with every fibre of my being. But only on your time. If you turn around and leave now, I will take a cold shower and deal with it. Do you hear me, Ji Won-sshi? It only makes sense for me when it makes sense for you.”

Ji Won reached up and pulled is hand away, one, then the other. They dropped to his sides.

Then she lifted her chin, kept her eyes on him, and slid her coat and jacket off her shoulders. It hit the floor. His eyes narrowed, his breath quickened, but still he waited.

With the tiniest tremor, she reached up and unbuttoned her shirt. One button. Two. And then the rest. The silken barrier whispered open. She watched him stare at her, and saw his eyes devour every inch of exposed skin. His gaze slid down, tracing her creamy cleavage, before it reached her taut belly button. She put one hand on his forearm, still in his coat, the bunching muscles underneath twisting at her touch. She slid her hand down, till she could twine her fingers with his.

She led him to his huge sofa, tugging him behind her. “Sit,” was all she said.

He sat, putting his head even with her breasts. They had not turned on the living room lights, so the only source of light came from the city laid out below them, a wintry blue outline on every surface of the room. Boldly, she slipped out of her shirt, and it slid down her shoulders, the material catching briefly on the tips before it sighed to the floor. He swore, and stared fixedly at her exposed breasts. Her nipples stood proudly, turgid and flushed, as they had been all day.

“Take me,” she breathed.

His hands immediately came up to span her waist. He tugged her near, and opened his mouth over her, but this time nothing was protecting her from the searing sensation of his slippery, sensous tongue on her. Their moans filled the air. Breathing became difficult and she whimpered and squirmed in his arms. The scratchy roughness of his coat brushed the skin of her uncovered back and arms, almost overwhelming her with the stimulation.

Her fingers dug into his wide shoulders, and she buried her nose into his hair, breathing in his spicy male scent, some beguiling mix of Yu Ji Hyuk and clean soap. She drove all her fingers through his silky hair, guiding him from left to right and then back again, as he tugged and loved her breasts. She couldn’t help it, and writhed and squirmed back and forth, unwittingly pulling her breast out of his mouth with a soft pop.

Now, the only thing holding her steady were his strong hands, spreading restlessly over waist and back, sliding over her skirt-covered behind to drag her body over his.

She wanted to straddle him, but her pencil skirt didn’t have much room. So she reached down and tugged it up. Ji Hyuk felt the motion and he leaned back to relish the incoming view. Her body was bisected by a tight band of black pencil skirt, with bare, glistening nakedness above, and a tempting wisp of lingerie below. The tiny, silky triangle of white lace protected her, for now. He swore, and whispered his desire for her, telling her in shocking details the things he wanted to do with her, in that low rough-edged voice. He was factual, specific and to the point, as was his style. She was scandalized, but his words made images form in her mind, of sweaty tangled bodies, of his muscled back as he thrust into her, of pure pleasure.

“Do you want all that, Ji Won-sshi?” he half-groaned the words. “Or tell me it’s too early and we’ll stop now.”

She shook her head desperately, pride schooled by her frantic need for this man. "More."

With a deep growl he wrapped her legs around his waist and stood up. One muscled arm wrapped around her waist, the other grabbed her behind.

He put his lips to her ear and rasped, “To the room then.”

Ji Hyuk

He wanted badly to make their first night special. But that was when he still could think.

Now, as he laid her out under him, he could only act. He shucked his jacket, frantic hands throwing everything to the floor with abandon. He toed off his shoes and fumbled and tugged his shirt over his head in the same motion. She just lay in bed, her lithe curves outlined by moon and city lights, wickedly half-dressed with her skirt around her waist and the little triangle of lace winking at him as she raised one knee. His pants and underwear were flung away and he joined her in bed.

He twisted his fingers around the tiny scrap of lace and tugged hard. It ripped and he was not sorry. Something feral had woken in him when they met again in 2013, and it would not be soothed. Their little seduction agreement had unleashed that underlying monstrous need for her. Their love play had merely whetted the beast’s appetite. She opened her legs with a gasp, he immediately sunk in and everything, everything became searing white heat.

Her fingers dug into his back, clutched his butt and she arched, half-crying as she came. The ridiculous speed of her orgasm surprised him, and his body went rigid. He groaned senseless, begging words into her ear, fighting for some shred of control as her inner muscles throbbed and pulsed around him. She writhed sensually under him milking him thoroughly.

He tried to last a little longer, tried to keep grinding his hips to maximize her pleasure, but just like her, he went down. The waves of lava heat burned through him and crashed over him, drowning him in the smell, shape and red spice of her. His hips jerked wild and uncoordinated, his chest and belly slid against hers and he came blindingly hard.

In every winter night, In every summer day, In the flights of spring, in the spirals of fall, You're in my minutes, in my meals, in my shoes, In the big, in the small, You're my everything, my all.

Author's note: Well. Ahem. I was trying to give them a beautiful first night to remember. But Yu Ji Hyuk happened. He gave me a tiny smirk and he whispered in her ear, and there went all my plans.

I really wanted to finish this before the finale, so please excuse typos and weird transitions.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4]

#marry my husband #fanfic #yu jihyuk #Kang jiwon #they've killed me #canon compliant #thank you ep16!

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started making this list early (11/02) even though there's no new performance until 16/02 bcs i accidentally found somethings (also bcs I was doing that cursed height ranking).

so here is link click musical clip list pt.3! (pt.1, pt.2, pt.4, pt.5, pt.6 here)

37. 15/11/2024, this! the OG hug with Shu Rongbo and Wu Yihan! Back when Shu Rongbo still (attempts to) have canon accurate split bangs and ponytail (unlike now when he has, adorable, messy bangs and a hard-to-spot ponytail), and his jacket still fits lol.

38. 17/02/2024, Cai Qi being a menace at rock paper scissors, Cai Lu being a menace on the sofa (+dog hat), and Wu Yihan being a menace to Hong Guo and they struggle to hold hands?? during curtain call. Also I don't understand why does Wu Yihan look so tiny next to Cai Qi, like? I never thought he was smol before this??

39. 06/01/2024, maybe it's because I was very tired when I found this but Du Guangyi tossing the cushion away like that is exactly my type of humor.

40. 16/02/2024, Let me give you the loudest QL slap you'll ever heard courtesy of Wu Hanglu and Wang Yifei's shoulders. Also, behavior wise Du Guangyi maybe the least LG-like LG actor but god do I like his humor (pls he jumped up the table like a pocong lol, and the way he jump kicked Wang Yifei? He's a Gem.).

(Honestly, I think I can make a whole other list just full of the shit Du Guangyi pulls. He's very mischievous but also giving grandpa. But I won't because @shimmeringweeds is working on a gifset of it <3 Goodluck!!)

41. 21/02/2024, Cai Qi being extra heart hands <3 and Wang Minhui being extra aggressive.

42. 24/02/2024 day, I have nothing to say other than Guo Hongxu is really pretty. No, I cannot explain why i pick this particular clip. Look up stage door pictures from this day too, I swear he's just really pretty on that day.

43. 25/02/2024 day, a second Guo Hongxu clip. Look at him being embarrassed and becoming a loaf.

Counting down to the 100th link click musical performance! These are the official special encore recordings from the musical's weibo acc. So they're modified versions of the actual performance.

Since we're getting into songs outside the usual encore, I'll reference you to this post by @sgdlr-asdfghjkl with lyrics and brief explanation to each song, it's an unofficial transcript but it's the best we currently have.

These first two are "Words Can't Convey My Love" (M07)

44. 20/02/2024, Wang Minhui bets he can confess better than Bai Zhuoming better, sings the confession song and fails miserably. And poor Wu Hanglu accidentally got kicked by Bai Zhuoming.

45. 22/02/2024, You have to watch this one. You have Du Guangyi being the comedic genius that he is, cocky speech, dramatic pause, Lu Guang rizz, pathetic crying, failed confetti. You get the best Wang Yifei outfit, also he's skipping around the stage. And Qian Anqi can't help but laugh too!

46. 23/01/2024, We got "Faith of Friendship" (M05). Teng Chunpeng and Du Guangyi gotta do pushups if they fail to land a shot, and the ending is hilarious, do give it a watch.

*note: You can see how M07 and M05 are actually supposed to go in the bottom of the pt.2 list.

Next two are also of the same song, the extended ver. of the sofa song "Forget About It" (M03). TW: hanging/noose. They take CXS's "I'll hang myself here" joke and put it in the song.

47. 24/02/2024 night, actor/role swap stage! Wu Yihan played CXS, Deng Xianling played LG, and Ding Xingchen played QL. Wu Yihan was definitely having fun howling here. Also, disastrous cast introduction by Ding Xingchen lol.

48. 25/02/2024 day, the actors are the right way around this time with Guo Hongxu, Ji Xiaokun, and Cai Lu. But they're all using different local dialect! You can even see Cai Lu cheats and read from her phone.

49. 25/02/2024 night, "As The Saying Goes" (M08), where mother and son have a quarrel. Cai Qi as CX gets scolded x4 by the rest of the cast as CX's mama. Yes, that includes Wang Minhui putting him in timeout. But there's more!

50. 25/02/2024 night, a very important fancam on the performance above. It's shaky but pls pay close attention to Zhang Jiahao, should be easy, the fancam is focused on him. the wig, the very real fried chicken (i thought it was a fake, it wasn't), he was munching the entire time, and the chair, thank you very much sir. You can even see him offering a bite and getting scolded by Deng Xianling.

(very good, very funny, a very special one fitting for the 50th clip.)

That's all for this list.

Last time I added a bonus clip of Wu Yihan in Love Musical. This time you can have these two bonus clips of Shu Rongbo absolutely slaying it in Hey!Arizona Musical. IDK what it's about but the set and costumes are so damn cool.

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aceviscontiswife · 11 months

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what if uhh the song starstruck by the kinks as a prompt? idk if it really fits anyone besides trickster but dont let my limited imagination hold you down

Starstruck || Ji-Woon Hak

Not only did I 1) get a new song I love, I 2) FINALLY WROTE SOMETHING 🙌 going through a really bad depressive episode so this is an accomplishment lol

GN! Reader. Warnings: Ji-Woon gets a bit suggestive (barely), petnames such as baby and pet, this is kind of short and not proof-read.

You were a skilled survivor, it wasn’t often that the killer managed to sacrifice you; not without a fight, anyways.

But, that quickly changed when you met him. It was like a flip of a switch… he had you starstruck. Between his bright clothes, even brighter eyes, and his sadistic personality, you were rendered useless to your team the second you knew the killer was The Trickster.

Ji-Woon… You hadn’t heard of him before his arrival in the entity’s realm, but boy, were you quick to learn all about him. You had even managed to get ahold of his music, the songs playing in your head on repeat. Your team hated you for it, often leaving you to fend for yourself in most of your trials regardless of who the killer was.

It wasn’t like you could help it… He was just so perfect. Yes, he was kind of a narcissistic asshole who still killed you despite how obviously head over heels for him you were, but you couldn’t care less. Upon hearing or seeing Ji-Woon, you simply forgot your entire job as a survivor. As a human. You just stood still, waiting for his arrival… completely starstruck by him. All of him.

“Y/n… hello..?” Said Thalita, one of the realms newest arrivals. She and Renato had yet to find out about your… issue. They both treated you friendly, but probably not for much longer after this…

“Can you hear me? Is everything okay?” She spoke again, waving her hand in front of your face. You hadn’t heard her, of course, your mind and body focused on the soft hum you could hear in the back of your head. That was him.

Thalita sighs, shaking her head in disappointment. “Do you need help? I can go find someone..? T-The killer’s coming, Y/n.. We need to leave.” You couldn’t disagree with Thalita more. She was free to leave, but you? You couldn’t even if you tried. Thalita lowers her head in defeat, whispering something you couldn’t understand under her breath before running away from the small house you two were huddled in.

The humming grew louder, your heartbeat picking up as the hums turned into music—screams of your team and the many unfortunate souls before them echoing in the soft beat of the music. He would be here any second now…

It was only a few seconds until you saw him, the Trickster, in his signature yellow blazer—his toned chest exposed as always. Blood was splattered across his jacket, chest, and pants, his face and hair clean of any blood. Twirling his bat in his hands, a chuckle escapes him as he spots you. You were just standing by the generator, an awestruck look on your face as you stare at him.

“My biggest fan…” Ji-Woon says, the words sending a tingle down your spine and setting a familiar heat in your core. Ji-Woon approaches you, humming his familiar tune as he stops just in front of you. “Your screams are always so nice… my favorite.” A sadistic laugh follows his words, and he brings a hand to cup your jaw. You snap out of your daze for just a moment, leaning into Ji-Woon’s touch as a quiet hum slips past your lips.

“Ji-Woon…” You whisper, but Ji-Woon is quick to move his hand from your jaw to your mouth, silencing you in an instant. “Save your words, baby… You’ll be screaming my name later, anyways…” Another sickening laugh escapes him, the sound nearly causing your legs to give out from under you. The feeling of Ji-Woon’s palm against your mouth made you feel hot, your thighs tightly pressed together to trap the heat inside.

Suddenly, Ji-Woon steps back, his hand leaving your mouth. There was a warm, tingling sensation where his hand had been, as if it had never left. Ji-Woon reaches into his blazer and pulls out a few of his blades. You knew this next part well, since it was what Ji-Woon always did when he saw you. Maybe, just maybe, that’ll change.. Maybe one trial he’ll want to do more than use you as a pin cushion for his knives.

“You don’t mind putting on a show for me, hmm? You always look so pretty when you’re bleeding and screaming… all because of me.” Ji-Woon’s voice was so smooth, so convincing. It drew you in like metal to a magnet… how could you refuse? He had asked so nicely, too.

“Do this for me and I’ll give you the reward you’ve earned, pet.” Heat rushes to your cheeks from Ji-Woon’s words. You nod. “Good…” With that said, Ji-Woon tosses the first blade at you. It pierces your shoulder, a scream tearing through your lips.

‘So sweet… I must hear them again.’ Ji-Woon thought as he began to toss blade after blade at you. You took each hit so well, screaming just how he liked it as blood began to stain your clothes and skin. Some might call you crazy for this… but hey,

You were simply starstruck by him.

#dead by daylight #the trickster dbd #jiwoon hak #ji woon hak #ji woon dbd #trickster dbd #dbd

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sungbeam · 2 years

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𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫

han jisung x gn!reader

0.3k words, fluff!!, kiss hehe, like one curse word, jisung is so cute; u can see my "jisung calls his s/o sweetie" agenda

a/n: happy maxident release!!

"Ouch, shi—itake mushrooms!"

You held in a giggle as you watched Han Jisung's form land upon the soft ground beneath his bedroom window. "Nice save, Ji."

Jisung beamed at you as he straightened and dusted off his black jacket, then reached up to adjust the beanie on his head. "Thanks, sweetie." He trudged through the bushes until he stepped foot upon the concrete of the sidewalk.

"Chan will have your ass if he discovers you gone," you reminded him as the two of you began walking toward the convenience store on the corner of the street.

Jisung made a grab for your hand, and you let him intertwine your fingers with his before he stuffed both your hands in the kangaroo pocket of his hoodie. "Yeah, that's if he finds out."

"And if Seungmin didn't hear you."

He sent you a scowl that looked more like a pout. "Hey! Why're you so negative tonight? I don't appreciate the vibe you're bringing." You both pushed into the fluorescent-lit cornerstore, softly greeting the older man behind the counter, who's earbuds were in any way.

"I'm just saying—" you said with a light snicker as you and Jisung made a beeline for the ice cream aisle, "—that you were a little noisy in your descent."

Jisung harrumphed, that pout still present on his face. "So this is what I get, huh? I risk it all for my baby's birthday, and here you go, making fun of me—! Oomph!"

You pressed a kiss to his mouth, which seemed to shut him up immediately. His cheeks colored to a strawberry pink as he stood in the middle of the aisle for a second while you picked out a tub of ice cream for the two of you to share. When the freezer door shut, Jisung also snapped out of his daze.

"H-hey! That's so unfair—" he squawked, trailing after you as you made your way to another aisle to find a candle to stick into the ice cream.

You grinned at him over your shoulder. "What's so unfair, Ji?"

He smiled, bashfully cupping the back of his neck. "At least let me kiss you back. It's your birthday after all."

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#stray kids x reader #han jisung x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids drabble #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #han jisung imagines #han jisung drabbles #han jisung fluff #han jisung scenarios #def didnt forget tags LMFAO

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 10 Chapter 10 | mission: get in⌟

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The morning chill nipped at your skin as you and Seora approached the towering building of HYBE—the heart of where it all would end—to retrieve your beloved red hoodie.

Despite your insistence on subtlety, Seora, true to her unapologetic nature, donned a Shooky onesie, claiming it as her armor against the day's challenges, while you stuck to your simple RJ t-shirt. A mixture of dread and anticipation knotted in your gut as the weight of the situation pressed down on you.

Anxiety swept over you as the building loomed closer. The realization that you had volunteered under a fake name sent a shot of panic through your veins.

Sensing your growing worry, Seora placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, her eyes brimming with unwavering confidence. "Remember, they don't know it's not your real name. Plus, your picture is on the ID. We'll be fine," she whispered, her voice providing a grounding force amid your racing thoughts.

The lobby of HYBE was a hive of activity, buzzing with people coming and going with agendas as varied as the colors in a palette. Your heart raced against your ribcage as you stepped up to the sign-in area, the name "Han Ji-yoo," escaping your lips in a stuttered breath. The attendant handed you a name tag, your fingers trembling as you reached for it.

It was at that moment—amid the faint murmur of conversations and the soft shuffle of feet—that a commotion at the entrance broke through the background noise.

Drawn by the noise, you caught sight of a girl arguing vehemently with the security guards, her face flushed red in anger. "I'm Han Ji-yoo!" she hissed, her voice sharp and laced with fury as it cut through the air.

The blood drained from your face as the real Han Ji-yoo—the one whose identity you had borrowed—made her presence known. Seora, following your alarmed gaze, turned just in time to lock eyes with the furious girl. Recognition flashed across Han Ji-yoo's features as she pointed directly at you, her accusation loud and clear, "There! That's the imposter!"

The world seemed to still for a moment as Seora's exclamation, a mix of shock and frustration, filled the air. "Bruh, what the fuck, Ji-yoo!?" she blurted out, disbelief and betrayal painting her voice.

Han Ji-yoo narrowed her eyes into slits. "I don't care that I wasn't here; it's still my name, you stingy bitch!" she spat, her words cutting like a knife.

Immediately, the guards zeroed on the two of you. "Grab them!"

In an instant, Seora's protective instincts kicked in. She turned to you, with a look of urgency on her face. "Run!" she cried out, readying herself to fend off the guards.

With Seora's sacrificial diversion buying you valuable seconds, you spun on your heel and dashed away. The reality of the situation hit you like a cold wave—caught in a web of lies and identity theft, all for the sake of getting back a cherished memory encapsulated in a piece of cloth.

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Taehyung stared boredly, his gaze distant, as he half-listened to his manager drill a young man with questions. The manager's tone was a mix of skepticism and mild annoyance, trying to determine if the boy was just another overzealous fan who'd managed to sneak in or something more concerning

The boy, nervous and clearly out of his depth, stuttered out an answer that didn't quite add up, "I—I was lost the jacket on my way t-to the bathroom..." His voice trailed off, unconvincing even to his own ears. Halfway through the boy's poorly constructed excuse, the door swung open with an urgency that immediately drew everyone's attention. A guard, his expression tense and voice laced with a clear command, announced, "We have to move. The building is going into lockdown. There's an unauthorized individual causing disruptions." Taehyung's manager nodded, the gravity of the situation hardening his expression. The boy was promptly escorted out, his excuse forgotten in the face of the unfolding drama. As the group prepared to relocate to a designated safe area, a sudden thought struck Taehyung—the hoodie. The very hoodie he had left behind in the practice room just the other day. "I need to grab something from the practice room," he voiced out, attempting to sound nonchalant about the detour. But the urgency in his tone betrayed his casual demeanor, making it clear that whatever he needed to retrieve was more important than he let on. The guard, responsible for the safety of everyone, was quick to dismiss the request. "I'm sorry, Taehyung-nim, but no detours are possible at this moment," he explained, his voice firm, leaving no room for negotiation. "Our immediate priority is to ensure everyone's safety. We first need to collect Yoongi-nim and then proceed directly to the designated safe room, where the other members are already waiting until the situation is declared clear." The refusal did little to deter Taehyung. If anything, it made him more determined. As the group continued towards the designated safe area, Taehyung's mind raced with plans of escape. With the guard's attention momentarily diverted to coordinate with other security personnel, Taehyung seized the opportunity. With his beanie pulled low over his forehead and a mask covering the bottom half of his face, he slid away from the group, becoming a shadow among shadows. The corridors, usually bustling with activity, were eerily quiet, with the lockdown already in effect. With purpose, Taehyung navigated the familiar passageways with ease, each step taking him further away from the safety of the group and deeper into the heart of the adventure.

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In the midst of the lockdown, Seora found herself in an unexpected predicament. After her brave attempt to buy you time to escape, she was apprehended and taken to a stark, unguarded room—the guard assigned to her left briefly, claiming to need a quick restroom break. She had no company other than the echo of her own breathing, that is, until the sound of approaching voices filled the corridor outside. "I'm too old for this shit, seriously," a voice grumbled, tinged with irritation. "I understand, but it's for everyone's safety. All security personnel have been instructed to gather everyone to a secure location until the situation stabilizes. A larger group of guards will be here shortly with Taehyung-nim to escort you to the others." Seora's ears perked up at the mention of the name 'Taehyung.' Before she could process the situation fully, the door swung open, and in walked a blonde-haired male, with the guard hastily closing the door behind him. Still wearing her Shooky onesie, Seora gave the stranger a wary look. Yoongi, for his part, raised an eyebrow at her outfit choice—his BT21 avatar—but chose to remain silent. Then, breaking the silence, Seora said, "Looks like they put you in the wrong room," her tone tinged with a hint of humor despite the gravity of the current lockdown. Yoongi, ever the pragmatist, merely nodded, his gaze scanning the small enclosure for a place to sit. "Seems like it," he replied, his voice unmistakably exhausted. As minutes ticked by, their initial wariness gave way to begrudging acceptance. The absurdity of their situation—a pop idol and a best friend, thrown together by a lockdown in a room barely large enough to accommodate the two—served as a spark for an unlikely turn of events. Seora, ever bold, decided to address the elephant in the room despite her nerves. Standing up, she slowly shuffle to stand before the blond. "Look, Mr. Kim Taehyung, I know this may seem forward, but you have my best friend's jacket, and it would mean a lot if you could give it back to her."

Yoongi's reaction was immediate and sharp, a mix of offense and amusement coloring his features. "The fuck you just call me?"

"I called you Taehyung. Isn't that your name?" Seora replied, trying to diffuse the tension with a slight crinkle of her nose, indicating her confusion at his reaction. Yoongi's temper flared, his misunderstanding fueling his fire. "Do I fucking look like Taehyung to you!?" His voice was a whisper-shout with barely contained fury, his glare searing into Seora as if daring her to continue this charade. "First of all, there's no need to be so rude. And second of all, do you want my answer? Because I'll say yes," Seora snapped back, her lips downturned in a sneer, challenging the idol. Yoongi's eyes grew several degrees cooler, a storm brewing within. "You motherfucker—" "You cocksucker. Oops, I thought we were naming what each other were," Seora retorted, her fake smile glowing as brightly as her defiance. Yoongi's patience snapped, his voice a low growl. "Listen up, you little bitch. I'm not in the mood for this shit. If you weren't a child, I'd fuck you up," Yoongi hissed, his fists clenching as if ready to strike. "The fuck you mean, 'If you weren't a child!?' I'm a grown-ass woman, so try me," Seora taunted, raising her fists in a mock fighting stance. "This isn't the streets, but if I wanted to fight you, your ass would have already been on the ground," Yoongi countered coolly, popping his knuckles, a warning in his gesture. Seora just sucks her teeth with a roll of her eyes, "Oh, I see what this is. You're all bark and no bite," she quipped back as she stretched, daring Yoongi to make a move. Yoongi's response was a forced calm, a clear effort to de-escalate. "You're not worth the effort, so go ahead and hop back into that little corner over there," he said, taking several deep breaths as he tried to heed Jin's prior warnings about self-control. "Go on, shoo." "Nah, I'm good," Seora responded with a tilt of her head. "And if we're being honest, I was ready the moment you called me out of my name. Now if you big and bad, then bring yo' never seen the sun my entire life head ass over this table, and let's settle this shit. Right. Fucking. Now." The absurdity of the situation wasn't lost on Yoongi; arguing with a woman clad in a Shooky onesie was certainly not how he envisioned his day. Yet, here he was, at a loss for words, his pride stung by her sharp words. "Yeah, that's what I thought," Seora declared victoriously when Yoongi remained silent, her arrogance peaking. Pulling the hood of her onesie over her head, she sent him a final glare, "As Cardi B once said; 'You Lil' bitch, you can't fuck with me, if you wanted to.'" With that, she flipped both middle fingers at him as she turned to head back to her seat. Yoongi shook in his seat, anger fulling his entire body, clouding his every thought. "Fuck that. She's not about to get away with talking to me like that," he muttered to himself, and in a single motion, he leaped out of his seat onto Seora, tackling her to the ground. "Ahh! The fuck wrong with you!?" she screeched as they tumbled. Yoongi, pinning her down, sneered with venom in his voice, "Your little short ass thought you were going to get away with talking to me like that? Hell no. Fuck that, we about to throw these hands." Seora, unfazed and fiery as ever, retorted, "Alright, but let me remind you. Your ass asked for it." With a swift motion, she flipped their positions, now straddling his back; yanking his head back, she placed him in a headlock, choking him. "Let me—Ack—go!" Yoongi's plea came out more as a screech, shock painting his features, not expecting her to be that strong; desperation tinged Yoongi's voice as he screamed, "Someone—Ack—help me—Ack—get this—Ack—bitch off me!"

The chaos escalated as the door burst open and two guards rushed in, attempting to separate the entwined duo. However, Seora's grip remained unyielding, her determination to not let Yoongi off was evident. "You pale ass, motherfucker!" Seora paused her choking, only to shift her hold and yank at Yoongi's hair, an action that drew the audience of several interns who watched the spectacle unfold with a mix of horror and fascination. The deadlock was broken by a large, burly security guard who lifted Seora effortlessly into the air. Yet, even in suspension, she maintained her hold on Yoongi's hair, refusing to release him from her grip. "Not so big and bad now, are ya!?" Seora cackled maniacally, her laughter cutting through the tense air as she pulled on his hair until a loud tearing sound silenced the room. A collective gasp came from the surrounding onlookers as Seora came up with a small fist full of blond hair. "I might be dressed as a cookie, but this bitch don't crumble!" she snarked, tossing the strands of hair to the ground. "Get her out of here!" An intern's voice pierced the stunned silence, concern for Yoongi prompting immediate action as they rushed to his side, still sprawled on the floor from the unexpected onslaught. Quiet murmurs filled the room after Seora was taken away, her defiant shouts of "Let me at him! Not so tough now, huh!?" lingering in the air. Staff members and security personnel exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of concern and disbelief over the altercation that had just unfolded. In the midst of this subdued chaos, the guard tasked with ensuring the safety of Taehyung at the beginning of the lockdown scanned the room; his eyes, trained to keep track of those under his charge, searched for his assigned charge, expecting to find him among the group.

However, a sinking feeling of alarm set in as he realized that the artist was conspicuously absent. "Where's Taehyung-nim?" he demanded, his voice cutting through the whispers, demanding the attention of those nearby. The urgency in his tone was clear, reflecting the seriousness of the situation. "I-I'm not sure," came the hesitant reply from one of the staff members, her voice faltering under the guard's intense gaze. The staff member's confusion was palpable, mirroring the growing concern among the group. The guard sighed deeply, the action speaking volumes of the pressure now resting on his shoulders. Pinching the bridge of his nose, a gesture of both stress and contemplation, he recognized the gravity of the situation. Without wasting another moment, the guard reached for his radio, which allowed him to access the building's security network. The static crack of the radio broke the tension in the room as he prepared to broadcast an alert that would escalate the lockdown situation even further. "We have a situation," he announced into the radio, his voice steady yet imbued with a sense of urgency. "Taehyung-nim is missing."

***y'all the way i fell on the floor writing this omg 😭😭

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radiokathryn-if · 7 months

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Hello! I don't know if it's been asked but what are the RO's clothes look like? Their fashion choices, are they a fashionista or a complete fashion disaster?

Hello! I did some Research!

So to answer your second question first──I'd say that all the ROs were fashionable! However, since it's set during the turn of the decade ('72) some ROs are more fashion forward and knowledgeable than others who like/are sticking to trends from the 60s! (and a couple ROs who don't care for fashion trends and wear what they can buy!)

Side note, finding men's fashion is such a Task! I wish there was more references to style icons than the same 5 men over and over again!

The Fashion "Makers"

Nate, EVA!, José, Ji Han, FAUVE!!

The Fashion "Disasters"

MICA!, Detective Han, Jackson

NATE

"70s Glam Rock style/70s Rock Chic" 'androgenous style' Flared Trousers, Satins and Velvets, Fitted and Leather Jackets, overly cling cut satin tops and button up shirts that loose their buttons. All the jewellery━rings upon rings and necklaces for everyone. (Nate takes a necklace from every girl he hooks up with, like a conquest trophy.) Platform Boots, or metallic footwear, lots of animal print rather than paisley or floral patterns. Instead of bold and bright colours Nate, like Eva, tends to stick with earthy colour (mainly browns!) But he's not afraid to be flamboyant and wear the bold colours.

Think──Mick Jagger, Ziggy Stardust(David Bowie), Marc Bolan, Patti Smith, Stevie Nicks

EVA

"Bohemian Chic" Maxi Dresses and Peasant Blouses, Eva tends to stick with earthy and monotone colours over any kind of print. She loves trousers──Bell Bottoms that give the flowing silhouette. When she wears headwear it will always match her dress/top. She also likes the feel of Silk Satin on her skin, she wears silk nightdresses to bed and satin outfits on a night out. She's not the biggest fan of Fur or Robes but she has a few items in her closet to keep with the trends. Eva also loves a full suit moment!

Think──Cher, Marisa Berenson, Farrah Fawcett, Blanca Pérez-Mora Macías(Bianca Jagger), Faye Dunaway

MICA

"Hodgepodge/Eclectic Style". Mica does not care for fashion however, literally all of they do (including fashionable!MC) meaning they can't get away with being a disaster or a walking nightwear/pyjamas model.

Think──Being Dressed/Influenced by Nate, Eva, fashionable!MC and José. lmao

DETECTIVE HAN

"Leather/70s Casual" Ha! Hahaha! Fashion sense? What their mother bought them──comfortable and practical save for their leather jacket (from their father.) They don't care for fashion and will stand out around fashion forward people (and not in the good way.) However, they never look like a disaster and their outfits always come across as curated and planned (even if they're not) which gives them style points!

Think──Debbie Harry, Cheryl Tiegs, Diane Keaton, Clint Eastwood

JOSÉ

"60s Mod/70s Hippie/70s Disco" Wrap Dresses, Halter Necks, High Waisted skirts or trousers, sometimes even shorts, Playsuit/Rompers. Lots of accessories, though José likes to wear the jewellery their siblings and mother maker them. Platform shoes over strappy sandals because they're not the best at balancing. José's sense of style is very wide and they don't care to keep up with trends──they know what they like and they like what they look good in!

Think──Grace Jones, Twiggy, Jimi Hendrix, Joni Mitchell, Diane Von Furstenberg, Beverly Johnson, Hazel(model)

JI HAN

"Sophisticated 70s/Casual Punk" Turtle or Roll Neck shirts, wide legged trousers over bell bottoms, but he prefers a nice pair of straight cut jeans. Very casual in his personal style, but he does like layering──mainly layering shirts. Ji Han is open to style tips and will definitely take them from a fashionable!MC! (If any MC gives him an accessory, he will wear it always, even if it doesn't go with the rest of the outfit.)

Think──Elton John, Mick Jagger, Richard Carpenter, Yves Saint Laurent

FAUVE

"Hippie Chic/Flower Child" Ruffles, Fringe and Fur and Colour and Pattern Mixing, paisley print and florals, block colours and stripes──Lace and Satin and Corduroy. Fauve is The Most fashionable out of all the ROs. She keeps on top of trends while also curating her own personal style. She subconsciously inspires the people she's around on a day to day to dress better. People go to her for style advice! Fauve also love hair accessories like headbands or bandanas, headscarves (and neckscarves!) Or something simple like a thin braided belt tied around the head (calling back to the 60s flower power movement!) Fauve is more a fan of over the knee platform boots but still has an extensive collection of shoes that include Clogs, Platform Sandals, Loafers and more casual shoes like Woven Espadrilles or trainers.

Think──Patti Boyd, Twiggy, Diana Ross, Jane Fonda, Lauren Hutton, Jerry Hall, Nadia Cassini

JACKSON

"70s Athleisure/Casual" polo shirts, casual footwear like Adidas or Puma trainers, tracksuit jackets. Pattern shirts. Denim jackets, Knitwear jumpers/sweaters. Most of his style comes from what his almost-ex wife curated for him, and he's trying to distance himself from it leaving him with little fashion knowledge and just going along with what he buys in store. He consultants his daughter about his fashion sometimes but she is and 8 year old so he's not sure how accurate her advice can be.

Think──George Best, Marvin Gaye, Terrance Stamp, James Hunt

???

spoilery! I can come back to them when they're not a Secret anymore?

#radio kathryn if #all ros #c: nate nicks #c: eva vidal #c: mica hollens #c: detective han #c: josé danger #c: ji han #c: fauve #c: jackson lewis

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nyuoqi · 8 months

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— EXES ALERT ౨ৎ KTR

📓 why are we screaming

✸ SYNOPSIS ! : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

BAE JINYOUNG ; member of CIX and yn's older brother by two years. acts like he dgaf about her but really cares about his sister. once said to yn that karina is pretty and now he wont be hearing the end of it. had no idea yn ghosted taerae... he thought they ended on good terms. really likes taerae and missed taerae coming over to their house after school but would never tell yn that

KIM CHAEWON ; member of LE SSERAFIM. met yn at inkigayo's bathroom (she heard that there was tea spilled that u can hear from the bathroom, when she arrived yn already had her ear pressed against the wall). sick and tired of epatbw. swore that she would rip her ear off if she has to listen to it ever again

YOON SEEUN ; member of STAYC. met yn and chaewon at inkigayo's bathroom for the same reason... except this time she saw both chaewon and yn with their ears pressed against the wall. call herself yn's gf for funsies but ends up liking it. would defend yn no matter how wrong she is. the definition of "i support girls' rights and wrongs"

KEUM JUNHYEON ; member of TIOT. mutual friend of yn and taerae. knows them since first year of highschool when they were still a thing. skipped a week of school because he was sick and suddenly yn disappeared and taerae's heartbroken. somehow got back in touched with yn and they continued being friends

JI CHANGMIN ; member of THE BOYZ. was friends with jinyoung through haknyeon when he got dragged in here. he still have no idea why he got dragged in but hes not complaining. complains about everyone's business but when someone ask him to give them advice he pretends not to hear

HWANG INTAK ; member of P1HARMONY. got close to yn after a dating rumour broke out between them for wearing the same jacket (which was sponsored btw). found the situation really funny and decided to be friends. now they're known as bff goals

TAGLIST : @jebaewon @lluvjjun @jwielle @francinethings23 @alwayswook @222brainrot send an ask or reply to this post if u would like to be added)

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waitmyturtles · 1 year

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(@wen-kexing-apologist, I’m tagging you below, but don’t read this until you have watched the episodes.) (Line breaks...)

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More The Eighth Sense thoughts as I process, process out episodes 7 and 8. I’m going through this like! Too much mind tumbling!

1) I kind like how we (MAYBE? MAYBE?!) snapped out of the dreamlike state for these two episodes -- at least, by way of the cinematography, which started out very gray, but got more colorful by the end of episode 8. I noted that throughout these two episodes, Ji Hyun was wearing that cute jean jacket that he picked up to look cute for Jae Won (the same jean jacket that may make Ji Hyun look like Jae Won’s younger brother).

BUT. BUT!

2) We haven’t seen the guys for a month. And Jae Won is shown re-appearing in his therapist’s office.... and the therapist said, “you hadn’t even come back for your medications.”

Meaning: Jae Won was likely off his meds for a hot second. (@wen-kexing-apologist: !!!!!!)

Does that mean that he snaps out of the dreamlike state when he’s off his meds? OR: do the episodes start darkly, before he sees the therapist, then sees his therapist, gets a new prescription, goes back on his meds, and things get brighter-ish again? (Except for his engagement with Ji Hyun.)

I’m...stroking my chin, because I have no idea.

3) Considering what Jae Won said in the therapist’s office: I’m going to guess that what sets Jae Won’s fear off is that he PHYSICALLY gets close to someone, and then fears for their life when he’s around them. He may not trust himself after his brother’s death -- he may think of himself as a “jinx” (now that I have that word on my mind).

4) I want to tie that together with what I wrote earlier today about tradition, and bucking tradition. What we’re seeing cooking is a slow breaking of tradition in a lot of ways. The freshmen sassing the seniors. Jae Won bristling at the chaebol responsibilities he holds. The proprietor of the restaurant living an older woman’s single life.

Jae Won clearly needs to break the paradigm that controls him right now, and all around him, paradigms and cultural habits are coming down vis à vis other people. Ji Hyun is pushing this agenda, Jae Won is resisting against it, but I’m convinced that Ji Hyun is going to push forward, as he promised to Eun Ji.

I don’t know yet what that means by way of Jae Won’s therapy and his medications, his treatment for his severe depression -- what that represents by way of paradigms. I have to think more on that and possibly write more later.

5) There is SO MUCH INCREDIBLE ANALYSIS dropping HOT right now that I can’t catalog it all, but I just particularly love this note by @chicademartinica about the cinematography. So telling.

JAE WON: OUTTA THE TANK WITH YOU! BACK TO THE OCEAN AND GNAR YOUR FEELINGS OUT!

6) And speaking of that: it’s also so telling that the surf club was cancelled, right? Freedom away from land and on the waves -- taken away. By the tradition of discipline in schools.

Maybe the freshmen figure out a way to bring it back.

#the eighth sense #the eighth sense meta #jae won x ji hyun #ji hyun x jae won

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