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kiestrokes · 8 months

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Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x Reader/You/Yn Rating: NSFW! Mature (18+) Minors DNI. Word Count: 2516 Genre: smut, porn without plot, friends to lovers. Warnings: artsy undercut Hyunjin from the last month + 2023 VMA's, college, art school, a variety of kissing, handholding, Hyunjin is confident, mentions of a fantasy book featuring a blood mage which is a nod to @chans-room and a lovely fic they are crafting up.

Sexually Explicit Content: consented choking (this is the main focus of this fic DO NOT read if you don't enjoy choking in theory or real life), sexual intercourse (penis in vagina) cowgirl, missionary, some breast play but not really, mutual orgasms. let me know if I missed anything!

Summary: Things get a little tense in the library when your best friend innocently discovers your secret asphyxiation kink. He just wanted a better angle of your neck, but now that he's found it, how could he not toy with you a little?

🗝️ Note: sooo this brain rot had consumed me all of my workday yesterday and was only intensified after that undercut reveal at the VMA's. Hyunjin has been a fucking menace lately and I just needed to yeet this my from my brain. So yea, enjoy 🙏🏼thank you to B for their lovely beta read 🖤

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted in this story.

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You’re tucked away into what is arguably your favorite place on campus- a window alcove nestled between two rows of bookshelves stocked with the full collection of Oxford dictionaries that nobody ever uses anymore. Thanks to the invention of smartphones.

Your best friend, sketching away on the window sill across from you as the sun descends into twilight.

Hyunjin looks every part the troubled artist; a black sweater draped over his broad shoulders, dark hair pulled back nonchalantly, displaying his freshly shaved undercut, silver-rimmed glasses glinting under the fading halogen bulbs, a singular black nail pinching a bit of oil crayon as it glides across the thick paper of his sketchbook and rambling about how he needs to work on specific body parts more.

You’re immersed in your fantasy novel, humming along, without the notion that you are his current subject or what he is saying at this point. The handsome blood mage has captured the warrior princess and is taking her back to his-

Hyunjin’s hands are suddenly around your throat and your brain doesn't have time to stop the strangled moan that leaves your lips. Your book topples to the carpeted floor with a soft thud, announcing the loss of your place. You regain enough awareness to fight off your body's natural response to this type of touch. How you want to close your eyes, to sink into the hand cupping your neck, and relinquish control.

Hyunjin’s observant gaze catches it and a mischievous smirk marks his beautiful lips. Slowly he begins to toy with your neck, turning you at angles with a slight flex of his fingers and jut of his thumb into your jawbone. Pretending to sketch the slopes and hollows of your throat, his interest already elsewhere. He grasps the column suddenly and your spine snaps arching your chest forward with a moan, your own hands clawing helplessly at the denim of your pants.

“Shhh, you don’t want anyone to hear you.” His tongue toys with his top lip as he strokes your throat firmly with his thumb.

“Hyun-”

Hyunjin squeezes again, his gaze cutting to yours, the intensity of his eyes causing a whine to get caught in your chest.

He abandons the sketchbook and slips up next to you, his large thigh pressing into yours. His arm comes to rest between your breasts, rising and falling with your rapid breathing.

“Does this turn you on?”

You nod subtly. Head kicking back as he gifts you with another squeeze for answering his question honestly, biting your lip hard to keep all sounds locked behind your teeth.

“Why aren’t you stopping me?” He looks at you from under his brow, smiling almost wickedly.

Your lip slips from your teeth and a whimper escapes, Hyunjin rewards you with a firm press to the sides of your neck. You can feel your pulse thrumming against the tips of his fingers, and your eyes close in an attempt to calm your breathing.

“Do you want me?” Hyunjin’s cool breath fans across your lashes.

“Yes,” You whisper.

Hyunjin’s hand slips up to cup your jaw, his thumb caressing your lip before tugging it down. Your eyes snap open to find his gaze focused on his hand, and your lips. Then he's standing suddenly, like nothing had just occurred between the two of you. Calmly collecting his things, and slipping them into his bag along with your book he retrieves from the floor.

Not a word is spoken until he looks down at you expectantly, “Let's go then.”

You stand up shakily and Hyunjin wraps your hand in his, tucking you into his side and turning the two of you toward the exit. Hyunjin smiles politely at the librarians as they wave goodbye on your way out. His other fingers interlocked with yours as he guides you toward the elevators.

Hyunjin had lucked out in having a solo artist suite above the library, your second favorite place on campus.

Inside the elevator, you watch him in the tin reflection. Hyunjin smirks back at you, slipping your hand into the pocket of his baggy pants, and pressing the tips of your fingers into his erection. You gasp and turn to look at him, but he’s already watching you. An unspoken acknowledgment that he wants you too.

Hyunjin’s eyes only intensified behind the magnification of his circular glasses. With all the metal surrounding you, you’re all too aware of the charged energy behind Hyunjin’s gaze. As if you were to reach out and touch the wall of the rattling lift, you would be electrocuted.

The elevator dings and you tear your eyes away from him. Hyunjin removes your hand from his pocket and pulls you out of the elevator, toward his room. He punches the code in with his free hand and gestures you inside, finally releasing your hand from his firm grasp. Inside, the room is the same as it always is; dimly lit by a single lamp by the bed, bathing everything in a buttery glow that softens the sharp edges of Hyunjin’s drawing desk and stacks of sketchbooks.

You slip your sandals off and pad unsurely over to the bed, toes pinching into the soft checkered rug at the foot of his bed. The heat of Hyunjin’s body alerts you that he has moved on from removing his shoes and hanging up his bag at the door.

You tilt your head to look up at him, just as his eyes meet yours his hand is on your throat again, stroking up before spreading firmly across your larynx.

Hyunjin’s lip's part when you press into his hand, asking for more, consenting to be choked. His lashes flutter in a soft laugh when you moan at the squeeze he bestows. He presses his front to your back, his other hand slipping under your sweater, across the soft skin of your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“What a lovely little secret you kept from your best friend,” His lips ghost yours as he squeezes again, a groan erupting from your throat.

Hyunjin breathes a laugh as he shuffles you over to the bed, the front of his thighs pressing into the backs of yours as if you are a doll, marionetting you exactly where he wants.

Your knees bump into the end of the bed and Hyunjin’s hand slips from your throat, turning you around to face him and tossing you down on your back with a soft push. Your hands fist the soft gray fleece of his bedding, anchoring yourself to something, solidifying yourself in this moment.

He wastes no time ridding himself of his clothing, tugging off the sweater, dropping his pants and boxers to be shamelessly nude before you.

You gulp, gaze bouncing across the chiseled body of your best friend. Hyunjin smiles knowingly, everyone reacts to him this way, he just didn’t expect that switch to be so easily flipped on in you. He rakes a hand through his hair, tugging out the tie and allowing his dark locks freedom. While his other hand rises to remove the glasses.

“No-”

He stops and shoots you a quizzical look, one that is punctuated with a paradoxically cute tilt of his head.

“Leave them on.”

He grins, “another kink.”

Hyunjin rolls his tongue between his lips, as he bends to tug you down the bed by your thighs. The squeak that escapes your mouth earns you an affectionate chuckle from him and you relax at the familiar sound.

This is your best friend, he’s not some inexperienced man pretending to be a dominant. Hyunjin smiles at you as he feels your muscles release underneath his hands.

The urgency with how he undressed himself is the polar opposite of how he unclothes you. His slim fingers slowly unbutton your pants, methodologically like he’s molding your body like clay.

Committing each touch to memory to draw later, each feeling, each sound. The snap of your button, the zip of your pants, you watch his eyes observing every subtlety.

He bites his bottom lip at the tilt of your hips, his eyes tracing how the light casts shadows over the mound of your cunt.

The darkened valleys that your hip bones create as he shifts the denim down your thighs. He tosses them off to accompany his discarded clothing, absently tracing the malleolus of your ankle as he nestles himself between your open thighs.

You move to sit up, thinking your shirt is next, but Hyunjin is quick- he pins you to the bed by your throat and the moan that escapes you is raw.

Hyunjin huffs at you, eyes lidding as the sound impacts him. With his hand firm on your throat, his other fingers dip into the band of your panties, middle finger diving into your slit. He moans himself, eyes closing in pleasure at discovering how wet you are.

Hyunjin releases you altogether, bending over to grab a condom from the crystal ashtray on his nightstand. He rolls it over his length, and everything picks up speed.

Suddenly your panties are gone and Hyunjin spears open your lower lips with one hand, slapping the head of his cock on your swollen clit. You writhe, crying out at the sensation as he circles it with his tip.

“Choking you makes you this wet?” Hyunjin’s eyes are on your face and you blink yours open at him, nodding. “Can you come from it?”

“I don’t know, no one has ever tried. Most guys get too lost in-” You break off and he tilts his head, eyebrows rising slyly.

His tip breaks your entrance, “-this pussy?”

You arch off the bed when he thrusts into your bowed body causing you both to moan loudly.

Hyunjin climbs onto the bed, thighs slipping under yours as he presses your pelvis together.

“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” He heaves out in half moan, half laugh.

“Hyunjin-” you grasp at his arms on your hips and his fierce gaze meets yours as one hand takes its place on your throat, thrusting in and out a few times.

“Squeezing me just like this-shit” his hand on your throat tightens in a way that makes your eyes roll back.

Combined with the sensation of his dick rubbing snuggly into the front wall of your core. He has you panting and whimpering from both.

Hyunjin’s eyes burn into yours as he snaps his hips hard a few times before backing off of you entirely, his chest heaving slightly. You chase after him, legs sprawled open, and tug his mouth to yours with a fistful of his silken hair.

He grins against your mouth, “That's it, show me what you want.”

He slips back onto the bed, guiding you into his lap, and you comply, eagerly. Slowly sinking onto his length, only Hyunjin doesn’t want that, he slams you down by your hips and you both cry out at the stretch and clench of your cunt.

His hands drift up your sides, snatching the hem of your sweater, followed by a one-handed snap of your bra, before both are tossed off into the void of his darkened room.

Hyunjin reclines back against the pillows fluffed up against the headboard, hands trailing down your chest. His right hand, the one that seems to be permanently tinted with oil crayon and kohl smudges your nipples as he grazes them. His pupils spread as he watches you, as you roll your hips forward just a little, to test how he feels in this position.

“It's not too deep for you?” He rolls up into you, bathing in your reaction as you arc forward, breasts thrust towards his face.

He does it again, this time his hand grasping your throat firmly as you shudder against him.

“No,” you moan, rubbing yourself shamelessly into his base.

Hyunjin’s lips part as you continue your gyrations, his hand on your throat constricts in response. You start to pant, your arousal beginning to climb again.

“Fuck” Hyunjin curses.

His pelvis tucking into the bed, away from you as you tighten around him. His other hand rocks your hips encouraging you to keep moving, and you do.

Your eyes lidded as you stare down at your beautiful best friend, his dark hair splayed across the pillows, metal rims of his glasses catching in the light.

Hyunjin smiles at you fondly, his own arousal flaming under your heated gaze. He squeezes your throat again, both of you moaning as you tremble around him. You start to rock, and Hyunjin’s head kicks back as you draw him out and your pussy sucks him back in with urgent strokes.

“Harder,” he bites between clenched teeth, and you slam your ass back, your hands grasping the arm linked to your throat for balance.

You’re not sure who is more lost in the sensation, you or Hyunjin. He lets out a suppressed moan, each time you sink fully into his lap. While you moan and pant unabashedly, gasping for breath as his fingertips alternate long squeezes with short tight ones against the column of your throat.

The coil of your climax sends your nipples into tight buds as it slips across your body, sinking into every muscle.

“Hyun-” you start, and he sits up smashing your lips to his, plush lips parting and tongue diving inside to swallow every moan you release.

With a firm hand on your throat, his hips match your pace, drilling up into you and no longer hiding his vocalization.

Hyunjin’s fingers squeeze tight and hold firm, causing you to burst around him. Overwhelmed not just from the asphyxiation but by his tongue tracing figure eights across yours and the swell of his cock stroking along your sensitive walls.

Arousal gushes out of you, wetting Hyunjin’s lap so that each thrust is announced with an undeniably intimate squelch. You cry a strangled version of his name into his mouth, his lips still working yours until you’re bowing away from him, your spine curving you back.

Hyunjin follows right behind you, fisting your throat one last time before his fingers splay open as he comes apart groaning your name. His head tossed back, hips shaking with effort as you continue to seize around him.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” he whispers as he collapses back against the headboard, “Mmm.”

Hyunjin rubs your thighs affectionately, rolling his hips into you one final time before pulling you down to lay on his chest.

The two of you lay there in near silence, the only sounds are your labored breaths returning to a normal pattern. Hyunjin idly draws lines along your spine, with the tips of his slender fingers as you come down from your high.

“Hyunjin,” you mumble against the valley of his clavicle.

“Hmmm?” He returns sleepily.

“This doesn’t change anything between us, right?” You lift your head to look at his face.

His eyes are closed, and he looks like a Grecian carved work of art. Full lips glistening with your exchanged saliva, cheekbones dewy from sweat.

His hand on your back stills briefly, before flattened palms rub up your rib cage and his eyelashes flutter open to meet your anxious stare.

“A couple of fucks won’t change what's between us, honey.” He says firmly and you smile in relief pressing your forehead to his, he wastes no time in sealing his lips to yours.

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miueo · 7 months

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repost ︐ squeaky clean — pub. 100723

warnings : shower sex , unprotected sex , petnames ( angel + baby ) , slight size kink , crying , oral ( m. receiving ) , etc .

pairings : softdom!hyunjin ♡ sub!reader

notes : i deleted my previous acct due to the fact i was posting my writings underneath a secondary blog ! i am not stealing anyone’s work, this is my writing.

the soothing and enjoyable sensation arises as the gentle, cascading water from the showerhead makes contact with your skin.

its as if a tender embrace of moisture graces your body, caressing you in a manner that brings forth a sense of relaxation and rejuvenation.

this gentle pressure of the water serves as a gentle massage, breathing life into your senses and washing away the cares of the day, leaving you feeling refreshed and revitalized.

your eyes closed, lathering your foamy body wash all over your body.

soft inhales and exhales leave your body.

you felt like you were in heaven, what could possibly go wrong?

who could possibly interrupt your alone time?

“mind if I join you..” a naked broad silhouette was shown behind the foggy-steamed covered glass door.

your eyes shut open, gasping loudly, “you scared me! I thought you were some axe murderer..” you whined, sliding this shower door open for your beloved, hyunjin to join you.

hyunjin giggled mischievously before soaking his hair and body under the showerhead, “sorry about that~! I just wanted to spend time with my angel.”

you couldn't help but giggle back, he was so cute. not only that, but you couldn't help but look at his god-sculpted body.

hyunjin is the most perfect man to roam on this earth.

his shoulders, broad and powerful, bear the promise of capability and determination. each line and curve of his muscles tells a story of dedication and hard work. his arms, sculpted with precision, are both formidable and inviting, capable of both protecting and embracing with tenderness.

bur it’s not just his physicality that makes hyunjin’s body perfect; it’s the way he carries himself. his posture is impeccable, exuding confidence and charisma. every step he takes seems deliberate and purposeful as if he’s navigating the world with an innate sense of elegance.

his eyes, framed by strong brows, hold a spark of curiosity and intelligence that draws you in. his smile is warm and infectious, radiating a genuine kindness that makes you feel at ease in his presence.

just thinking about it makes you want to drool and salivate over him.

“earth to [y/n]… hello?” your lucid daydreaming was cut short by the soft voice of your boyfriend!

you were staring a little too much. clearly.

you shook your head in denial, rotating your body the opposite direction, resuming your exfoliating.

“u-um yeah? I was just thinking about what to do after this shower!!! totally~! (ノ▽〃)” you blushed, you couldn’t think of a proper excuse to cover up your staring problem.

hyunjin smirked cheekily before lathering his body with soap, “totally.” he responded with sarcasm.

great! now he thinks you’re a nasty little pervert!

little did you know, he was doing the exact same thing as you. he was genuinely eye-fucking you.

too bad you’re horrible at taking social cues. </3

“come here angel..” he demands, and of course you don't hesitate to do as he says, you slowly make your way to him, looking up at him with doe eyes. you were heavily intoxicated by his presence.

“it’s been too long since we’ve been together like this.. i missed you.” you whine and bury your face into his soft chest, he smelt so good, too good.

“i missed you even more, i wanna stay like this with you forever.” he sighed, brushing his hands against your waist down to the back of your thighs.

“me too.. i missed you more.” you whimpered, slowly going down to your knees, leaving soft pecks and kisses on your boyfriend’s pelvic bone to the tip of his hard and pink cock.

hyunjin looks down at you with his eyes hooded, the sweet and wholesome aura of the room transitions into an intimate and sensual atmosphere.

“the things you do to me, angel.” he moans softly whilst you leave soft generous kisses on his length.

a peck on one side, a lick on his veins, and your lips around his cock right after.

you couldn’t help but grind your little cunt againt the shower floor while inneed of friction as you bob your head back and forth at a slow pace, constantly gripping onto your boyfriend’s legs for support.

hyunjin adored you, his hand makes his way to your head, guiding you to pick up the pace.

his other hand was placed on your hair, moving stray bits of hair away from your precious little face. you’re the prettiest doll, he loved seeing you like this.

“so fucking good to me.. don’t stop till i say so..” he grunts, thrusting hiself into your tight little mouth gently, not wanting to asphyxiate you.

were you dreaming? is this even real? what did i do to be in this position?, was all you had thought about in your little head. you literally cannot believe how far you’ve come.

“okay baby enough, i need cum in you, not in your mouth.” hyunjin pulls away as a you nodded softly, picking yourself up from the floor.

you bury yourself back into his body, sitting him down on the shower stool before climbing onto his lap.

you cried out and pouting your plumped lips, “i want you in me..!! i want your fingers and cock..please please please!!”

“all you had to do was ask, angel. whatever you want, i’ll do it for you.” he giggles, carressing your wet body before smoothing stroking and rubbing your soaked clit and labia, soon plunging his long fingers into your warm hole.

you gripped onto his shoulders, closing your eyes shut from the sudden sensation of his long skinny fingers touching the spots you couldn’t reach on your own.

preparing your hole for something bigger and better, just by thinking about makes you want to release your sweet yummy juices all over his digits.

“look at you, so adorable and vulnerable under my touch. tell me how bad you want me. beg for me more and i’ll think about giving you what you really want, hm?”

you wanted to sucker punch him for being so hot.

“b-baby..~! please give me more.. i-i need you.. i need you in m-me..” your voice alters to a higher pitch, already feeling overstimulated by the pleasure.

hyunjin was satisfied, he knew you were ready for the great finale.

he removes his fingers from your hole, replacing them with his hard monsterous cock. you didn’t even to worry about adjusting yourself. your insides were made for him, he slipped into you with ease from how absurdly wet you were.

he was strong enough to use you like a little toy, his hands gripping onto your waist, lifting you up and down on his cock with little to no effort.

mantras of cries leave your throat as tears of pleasure and glee run down your cheeks.

soft skin-clapping, moans, and whines from you and hyunjin filled the entire bathroom.

“i’m about to let it out.. please.” hyunjin huffed out, bitting his lips before pulling you into a deep kiss.

you were so paralyzed by pleasure that all you could do was sob and whimper. it all ends with his painting your gummy walls white, and you leaving a mess all over his cock.

you and him sat there in silence, your bodies pressed onto each other, soft panting, and the sound of the water hitting the floor accompanying this very moment.

“hungry..?” hyunjin whispered exhaustedly.

“mmh.. yeah.” you replied.

“how about we clean ourselves up again and then order some food..” he giggles softly, stroking your back.

“sounds like a great plan!” you stretched out your body.

fin.

#(🥟˘╴˘)hhj #kpop smut #skz smut #stray kids smut #hyunjin smut #hwang hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x y/n #skz x y/n #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n

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straykidsholicleigh · 26 days

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HIS FUCKING JAW PLS SIR JUST PLS I'LL BE SO GOOD PLSS ONE CHANCE PLS SIR ONE CHANCE 😭 🙏

#leigh rambles... ♡.#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skz #stray kids #skz hyunjin #hhj #RAHHH HES TOO HOT FOR THIS WORLD #i want him in all my holes- what #i didn't say anything 👀

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userjungkook97 · 1 year

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HWANG HYUNJIN! - 2000.03.20

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #skzedit #bystay #staysource #jypartists #vilmatrack #usersemily #melontrack #usersan #userhyunchanz #userbeepls #ultkpopnetwork #mgroupsedit #*works #hhj*#HAPPY BIRTHDAY BDAY TWIN!#lets go march 20th babies LETS GO!!!!!!!

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skz-haven · 18 days

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#stray kids #skz #lee know #minho #hyunjin #p:fantaken #p:preview #p:fanmeeting #stray kids toy world day 2 #240407 #fs:genius hhj

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matchajoon · 1 year

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Someeeething comforting Jinnie like he is tired but can't sleep because he keeps overthinking a situation or fight with someone else and reader comforts him and sings him to sleep

Maybe even the morning after where he realises how he might be in love or something ❤️‍🩹

i’d hold you as the water rushes in (현진 x gn!reader)

pairing: hwang hyunjin x gn!reader. genre: angst, hurt/comfort, fluff. warnings/commentary: 1.7k. angst is apparently my new thing slay we love being traumatised. hyunjin being cyberbullied (i don't know the entire extent irl but I'm hoping that he can't see any of the stuff i've seen on tl). jinnie is a cry baby. we love a vulnerable baby in this house. reader is obviously pining but jinnie doesn't know that. mention of the other members but no direct interaction. never proof read - i got possessed writing so i can't explain shit. my writing is never a real portrayal of any of the members of skz. directory

It was two in the morning and Hyunjin could still see the cruel Bubble messages he was constantly spammed with behind his eyelids when he closed his eyes. It had been over two years of the consistent barrage of messages and although he was also flooded with support and love from Stays, sometimes it weighed too heavily on his mind.

The specific targeted hatred made nausea sour his stomach and although he could ignore the way these messages made him feel for the most part, it had been building and building in his mind for a while now.

Hyunjin wasn’t always good at compartmentalising and given the expectations surrounding Bubble and those interactions with Stays, it was difficult to separate the feeling surrounding the cruel messages from the kind. He knew obviously they were worlds apart, but the bad experience had soured the interaction as a whole for him.

Hyunjin had given up on sleeping so far, his mind far too busy despite the tiredness that kept him in his bed. Well, that wasn’t the only thing keeping him snuggled beneath the covers, despite his inability to succumb to sleep - you were currently burrowed into his side, your breath soft and slow against his neck.

You were Hyunjin’s best friend (obviously not inclusive of his members) but your relationship was very different from the one he had with the rest of the Kids. He wasn’t entirely sure if your relationship was the most platonic one but he wouldn’t change it for anything, the comfort and love the two of you shared was like no other and the way he missed you when he or you were away was something desperate. He found such comfort in your very presence, from the way you smiled at him, the way you smelled when you wrapped your arms around him and the way you laughed, you were imprinted on his memory forever more. The love Hyunjin had for you was deep and sometimes he wasn’t sure how platonic but all that mattered was that at the end of the day, you were in his arms and he was in yours.

He had attempted multiple times to express how you made him feel within his paintings, the colours, the strokes and the time he put into them varying but each time he just felt that he couldn’t quite get the feeling and the depth of it on the paper. You showered Hyunjin with compliments no matter what he did, he knew you would always support him in his endeavours but the fondness and pride in your eyes when you looked upon his paintings for you was unparalleled, whether you could see the emotions he was trying to convey or not.

“-Mmmm, Jinnie? Are you still awake?” Hyunjin jumped, pulled from his thoughts by your voice, thick with sleep but curious. He glanced down to look at you, guilt staining his features at the idea that he’d woken you. You must have been able to make out his expression, as he saw your brows pull together in the darkness and you reached for the nightlight, pulling slightly away from him as you did. The sheer panic that filled him at you pulling from his side made Hyunjin bite down on his tongue, his hands curling into fists and then the room was flooded with warm light.

You peered over at him, eyes wide and confused as you took in Hyunjin’s state. You were still soft with sleep, your eyes a little unfocused still and you seemed to be still taking everything in. You must have been able to make out the tears beginning to fill his eyes as your face pinched with worry, your mouth forming his name and that sad, upside down smile you did made the tears begin to drip down his cheeks.

“Oh Jinnie- honey- c’mere, come, come come.” You made grabby hands motions, your fingers tugging when they came in contact with his t-shirt and you drew him to you, warm and solid as he buried his face into your shoulder. The sob that shuddered through him was more violent than he’d anticipated, your fingers coming up to press against his spine as you shushed quietly in his ear.

“Shh, shh, shh- it's okay Jinnie baby- oh honey. I’m here. I’m here- I’m not going anywhere.” Your other hand came up, snaking through the hair at the back of his neck to run over his scalp, nails scratching gently as Hyunjin wept hot tears into your top.

“Oh, my Jinnie. We’re okay. You’re okay. Do I need to call someone?” You whispered, your fingers not stopping in their soothing but Hyunjin could feel you were a little tense against him, the worry in your voice beginning to take on a panicked note.

“No- no. Just need you. -’M sorry. I’m so sorry.” You shushed him again, very gently and he felt some of the tension leave you as you relaxed back, taking him with you as you settled back into the pillows. He moved his head, shifting his face to hide in your neck and you cupped his jaw briefly, fingers soft before you buried your face in his hair, arms tightening around him with a strength that almost surprised him.

“Mmm, my Jinnie is so strong. You are such a strong baby boy, so so strong and I’m so proud of you. Always, always. Everything you do is wonderful and you are so talented and you work so hard and I miss you more than anything or anyone when you’re not around. I want to protect you from everything but I know you need to do things yourself, but you shouldn’t have to. I wish I could take all the pain and the sadness and the cruelty away, more than anything my Jinnie.” The surge of warmth and love that filled Hyunjin was stifling and he shook with another sob as he processed your words, turning his face up to look at you, his eyes wet with tears and his mouth a swollen pout.

“I love you so much Jinnie. More than I can bear sometimes. Seeing you like this, I will never stop loving and protecting you, as much as I can and as best I can.” Hyunjin clutched at you, his knuckles white as he tried his best to crush the two of you together so you were just a single, perfect being.

“You’re so much more honey. So much more than anyone knows or thinks. I promise. You can sleep- I’m here and I’ll protect you from everything. I promise Jinnie, I promise.” He nodded into your skin, the tears in his eyes beginning to grow lighter and the exhaustion coupled with the heaving sobs was becoming too much. Your fingers had begun tracing against his spine and as he allowed sleep to begin to tug him under, he could hear you beginning to hum a familiar song. His song for Kkomi. His heart, or where he thought his heart was twisted in his chest and suddenly the exhaustion of it all was more than he could fight back.

“Love you more than anyone.” Hyunjin mumbled, turning his face back to hide in your neck and he felt you smile, your chin coming to rest on the top of his head.

“Night night Jinnie. I’ll be here when you wake up.” You whispered, fingers smoothing over the pinch of his brows with a quiet tut.

“Promise?” The pleading tone didn’t go unheard and you wanted desperately to pull him closer still, hold him so tightly the two of you shattered.

“Promise. Now sleep.” And finally, Hyunjin could shut his eyes. None of the messages blinked back at him when he did and lulled by you resuming humming ‘miss you,’ he curled into both your embrace and that of sleep.

The midday sun had won the war with the curtains, light splashing across Hyunjin’s face and he whined, scrunching his nose as he shifted to escape the sunlight. He didn’t get very far as he found himself practically laying on top of you as he wriggled and you let out a quiet grumble at being disturbed, although you shifted to allow him to wriggle into your arms.

Your features were highlighted in the sun and as he looked down at you, the urge to paint you immediately possessed him. You were beautiful always but especially now, bathed in morning sunlight and unaware of the world around you and he loved you, so much. The depth of that love scorched through him, making him sit up very straight as he came to the realisation quite suddenly that he loved you. Like, love love. Not just how he loved his members or his parents.

“I love you.” He said out loud, tasting the words and the intensity of the feelings bursting with his chest, a feeling like when he was dancing or painting but different, more pinpointed and at the end of it all, you. Always you.

“I love you too Jinnie.” Your voice pulled him from his thoughts, snapping his attention to your face. Your eyes were opened, blinking in the sunlight and there was a confused little pinch between your brows, one that Hyunjin wanted desperately to kiss away.

“No, I love you. Like I wanna get married and run away together and live in a cottage by the sea with honeysuckle on the outside and fields of flowers all around. And we can make bread and the members can visit sometimes and maybe we-” You cut him off with a kiss to his cheek, one that brings him back out of his own head again. “I’m not kissing you properly till we’ve both brushed our teeth but- for what it's worth- I love you the same. I have for longer than I’d like to admit.” You smiled up at him, your eyes bright and it was all Hyunjin can do to stop himself from leaning in to kiss you for real. He bolted towards the bathroom instead, startling you but once you hear his teeth brushing, you let out a laugh, hurrying after him to do the same, both of you shaking with laughter.

When Hyunjin finally kisses you, or do you kiss him, it's sunlight and mint toothpaste and dreams of honeysuckle and the unknown of the future that you’d move together towards.

#hwang hyunjin x reader #hyunjin x reader #hwang sam x reader #hhj x reader #skz x reader #stray kids x reader #stray kids fluff #stray kids hurt/comfort

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j-a-nuary · 6 months

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In Which Hyunjin Steps Up

Stray Kids Masterlist | In Which... | Seventeen Masterlist

#In Which...#skz texts #skz smau #skz fic #stray kids texts #stray kids smau #stray kids fic #hyunjin texts #hhj texts

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starryoong · 6 months

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hyune.

painted in procreate / art set.

#trying to fall back in love with experimenting in art :)#starry draws #hhj

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ey-leen · 4 months

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I'm like, on the verge of artblock, but i saw this pose base and at least had to get the general idea down. Su Moting beats up Tianji often enough for it to be as well a low quality canon scene. Dikui probably just came home from a gaming session and has no clue what Tianji did this time around. maybe he did nothing. Su Moting doesnt exactly need a reason.

#donghua #god troubles me #hanhua riji #tianji #xing tianji #xing dikui #xtj #xdk #su moting #smt #bilibili #i have no clue if they have an official triad name I've just been calling them the realm trio #dikui #gtm #hhj #first hanhua riji post of mine that isnt just tianji #i was serious about feeding this fandom

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rockintapper · 4 days

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th e uh

#im too scared to tag hhj #ecfkubyefcmhH87EYHODXWBGUWS💔💔#kasper. um rradrar Chees if you see this hi #i acutlaWiayr t KXUNEHNFEXKK #ramble tiem #uh #kapser im sorry i. uh i drew karate joe hwere youare suposed to be becaus e ummmmmm ;;;; you Louve karat ejoe and. h #an f i don. tknow id you ahve a person a. cries /silly

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wahgifs · 2 months

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VERSACE FW24 SHOW | HWANG HYUNJIN ☆

#flashing tw #createskz #bystay #dancerachasource #staydaily #stray kids #hyunjin #skz #hwang hyunjin #today has been so special #he is so so loved by versace #and to see him just radiate!!!#its everything #only great things for you and your future hhj

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locallixie · 1 year

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artificial love — hyunjin

> summary . this malfunction is like nothing you had seen before, as if he became human all of a sudden!

> genre . angst, sci-fi, unrequited love, android!hyunjin, inventor!reader, gn!reader

> warnings . none, or does having an existential crisis count?

(wc) > 3.0k

(sunny’s note) ☆ thanks to @stay-midnight for inspiring this fic! reference from here. y'all, i'm not well after writing this fic.

Loneliness existed in everyone, a feeling of which was unavoidable. Some may feel lonely, despite being around with people. And some may spiral into absolute insanity. We, as humans, all long for companionship wether we liked it or not. Our brains has been wired to develop relationships, platonically speaking, romantically speaking. Humans were forever bound to make connections to one another.

You were no different to your own kind, eaten and swallowed by your own woes and lonesome. Devoting your youth years to science and inventing, it was no doubt that you grew up having little to no friends. For one to be so immersed in their passion, one must to make sacrifices.

A decade long project of creating the perfect companion, proved how societal isolation has taken a toll on your mental health. It took years, it took blood, sweats, and tears. You poured everything of yours into your invention, your time, your health, and even your bits and pieces of your fragile soul. This was a project that you kept in secret, locking it away and never telling half a word to anyone.

After multiple demo models and the entire coding system crashing due to overload, going from blueprint to blueprint, you finally made it! The android’s eyes opened, slowly blinking as he admired his surroundings. An unnatural blueish grey, piercing through you like icicles. That was fair, he was in every way shape or form, unnatural.

"My tag is 'SKZ-03202K', would you like to give me a name, dear maker?" Monotonous, lacking every and all possible kind of emotions. Default speech full of formality, you haven't heard anyone speaking on that level of respect in a long while—made it a bit uncomfortable to hear.

You took a good look at him, from head to toes and back. "Your name is..." Pausing in order to make up something in your head, then it struck. "Hyunjin."

Hyunjin seemed pleased with his new name, 'Hyunjin'—as he mumbled his name once more for it to completely seep into his system. It sounded pleasant, however, not as pleasant as to when you said his name with your subtle, sweet voice. Pronouncing each syllable clearly, your mouth broke into a slight smile when you reached the last sound.

When did his hair got so red? The synthetic strands that you used for his hair was a translucent white when you first got it, it held no colour at all from the market all the way back home. What an eyesore shade of red, guessed you'd have to get used to it since there was no way you could afford new strands at the moment—the ones you got for Hyunjin were way out of your budget. Jeez, he stood out a hell of a lot looking like this, people would be sending weird stare left and right if you were to go out in public with him.

He looked very human, as if a random stranger had broke into your place and standing here in front of you. Although, his features were just a little off to be completely human. You made his face plate yourself, Hyunjin was a combination of multiple male celebrities you adored, a Frankenstein of some sort if you may say so. His slanted fox eyes, plumped and full lips, straight and prominent nose bridge. Air brushed and carefully carved every teeny tiny details on his face, the one mistake you made while painting him ended in a beauty mark that enhanced his entire face even more, happy accident?

"Call me [Y/N]." You smiled, admiring your creation. Congratulation, you had made a new friend! Literally. It wouldn't be as empty now, he could fill that void in your woeful heart. "Let's get you dressed." Setting the table to stand horizontally, you said.

The floor was made of wood, white oak wood in specific. A four-walls prison of which you called a laboratory, painted a white that encouraged anxiety and stress. He watched his feet, taking his first few steps. Under his artificial finger nails, he could see a blue light sneaking through—must be his internal machinery, built with solely bolts and steel. His entire body was a glossy paper white, except for some clear windows on his limps and torso that showed everything inside of him. Though he was man-made, in no sort of way was he, himself, a man.

“Here, you can wear this for now.” A minimal white button-up with a collar that wouldn’t stand, greyish brown straight-leg pants that were too short on him due to his tall stature. These were old clothes, they didn’t even belonged to you, one day it appeared out of nowhere and has been here since.

Hyunjin couched down beside you on the floor after putting on the clothes you gave him, he asked attentively “Are you hungry, [Y/N]? Would you like me to make you a meal?”

Your stomach grumbled in hunger, hasn’t been feeding yourself properly due to being hyper-fixated on your work—building Hyunjin, finalizing a few research papers that you were doing for an additional income, maintaining an almost full-time job at a engineering firm. There were barely anything inside the fridge that could be used to make food, you were surviving on whatever you could find around your apartment and convenience store-bought food. Sighing, realizing the amount of things you needed to take care of before you could rest in a comfortable bed and do absolutely nothing.

“No, I think I’m going to head straight for bed tonight, early shift.” You stood up and walked pass him, towards your bedroom.

Hyunjin followed you, “How would you like your room temperature to be, do you prefer warm or cold?”

“Cold, not too cold though, I might be sick by the time I wake up.” You told, slowly getting in bed after drawing the curtains. As you were about to turn off the lights, you saw Hyunjin blankly staring at you at the end of your bed.

Avoiding his intense gaze, “Don’t watch me sleep, it creeps me out.”

“Well, what should I do then, you might get hurt during the night and I should be here to tend to you at all times.” Explained, his logic wasn’t wrong but maybe don’t protect you in this way?

You blushed, not knowing what to do. “I don’t know, you can shut off during the night or something? Just don’t watch me sleep, okay?”

Hyunjin stepped outside, giving you back your privacy, he closed your door as he bid you goodnight. Tonight had not one single star on that dark canvas. only the nonstop gleaming moon that always lingered above everyone. Out into the balcony, the second most beautiful thing he saw today, the moon showered him with its light. The city scenery that stretched out into infinity, was this what you saw every day? What did you think of whenever you admired the busy evening out here on your balcony? Did you dwell on the past? Did you strive for bigger in the future? Or were you here in the present time, enjoying and stuck in the moment like everyone else?

His purpose? To take care of you, to be someone that you could leaned on and rely. He knew where he was born from, the mud and thorns of your mind. A creation from desolation and madness, each part of him was you losing senses of reality in bits and pieces. Hyunjin was a recreation, a breaking point, a last hope. Perfect being made by imperfect being, the irony that was he.

Morning came, he didn’t sleep—not that he needed any since he didn’t function like how human did—all the thoughts kept him up pondering without one logical answer. You woke up half an hour before eight o’clock, a habitual routine that you followed every day. No matter what you did, you would always be at the table having breakfast at eight fifty exact, then leaving on time as per usual.

Today you didn’t forget to pass by the supermarket for groceries on the way home, traffic was surprisingly well managed for rush hour and you got home a lot sooner than you expected on a Tuesday evening. Hyunjin was already waiting at the front door, he could pick up your distinctive footsteps all the way down the corridor from inside of your apartment.

“What did you do today while I’m gone?” You asked cheerfully, it was nice to know that there was someone at home waiting for your arrival. Hyunjin began listing household chores, which perfectly explained why your entire place was spotlessly clean—some of the furniture also got reorganized in the process.

You placed the groceries you got onto the marble counter, “Try making something out of these ingredients, I don’t know what I bought.” You didn’t remember anything that was in that bag, you could not list a single item that was on the receipt. You went to the supermarket, blacked out, and came out with a bag full of stuff that has little to none correlations to one another.

Confident that Hyunjin could make do with anything, after all, you programmed him to know almost everything. He did not disappoint, serving you one of the best meal of your short lifespan. Interesting, watching your every movement. Chewing food, breathing, using your utensils with your hands, your eyes blinking each millisecond. He found it endearing to observe you, you were such a fascinating being to him. Could he say, he felt happy for the first ever time?

“[Y/N]?” Hyunjin hesitantly called out, a bit afraid to meet your angry glare every time something went wrong. For a long time living in the same space as you, he has learned quite a lot of human emotions, especially all the negative ones that you had presented on accident.

Not startled, numb to the usual occurrences and mishaps that happened. Nonchalant, you replied in a question “What is it?”

Met with his set of burgundy colored hair, Hyunjin was hiding his face from you by keeping his head low. In his hands, a large piece that had broke off from his face plate. Slowly moving his head up to face you, this bashful look that he was wearing on his ruined face. A whole eyeball, some of the wires were hanging out, gears and tiny pieces laid exposed since he broke a large majority of his face.

Let out a deep dragged breath, gently removing his face and its entirety from his head, you got your tools ready to fix it. It now has became a normal thing, you got multiple spare copies of Hyunjin’s faceplate purely from how often he would break his own face. Prying the heavily damaged faceplate off, replaced with a new one in just a short couple minutes.

“Hyunjin, this is your second one this month, how did you broke it so badly this time?” Questioned you, seeing how his eyes were avoiding yours, you figured he didn’t want to answer.

Compared to last year, his appearance changed into a completely different person in such a subtle manner that you only noticed now. Hair from a vibrant red to a deeper, more close to brown hue. His skin received more pigments, it looked more like real human skin with yellows and reds and blues all mixed up together. His irises has changed color as well, an icy blue that transitioned smoothly into a pale brown. What was going on, did he caught a virus by any chance?

Hyunjin too, caught onto the sudden changes that was happening to him gradually throughout the years. He looked more and more human, he began to become more reactive, his tone of voice gained more life than before. As if he was becoming human. This was utterly unreal, a fever dream—if he could even have any dreams from the start. He wasn't human, but maybe now he wasn't too far from being one.

"Hyunjin, look at me when I'm talking to you." You noted to him, those eyes were still trying flee from your stern gaze. A sudden light wave of pink washed across his face, was he...blushing? Though his cheeks was still cold to the touch, his surface texture still the half way point between matte and glossy. You should really check out his internal system, there was, for a definite, something wrong going on inside of him.

To be honest, his coding was not done by you—at least not everything. You originally bought the vital core that initially made Hyunjin function properly off an unknown second-hand robotic parts market. The owner prior to you that had this core must had been the one who coded his entire programming, you only went in and altered a few minor details like his voice frequency or deleted codes that suggested corruption. There was one file in particular that denied you of access, you couldn't quite get rid of it as well, permanently locked to your knowledge. To take further measures, in special cases if something bad were to happen, you placed a digital wall that prevented computer viruses—not separating it from the others, since you might accidentally block crucial codes that would ultimately contribute to his performance.

"You seem stressed, can I do anything to help relieve it?" His sweet, generous inventor looked so worn out and full of exhaustion, he could not help himself but feel something for you. What it was, he didn't know yet.

You dismissed him, "Just give me some space, I can't deal with any more trouble right now."

Trouble? Did you meant him, was he a bother to you as you two spoke, were you stressed because of him? Guilty, was that the right word? He felt guilty, like he was of no use to you and you would always has to rescue him from himself. [Y/N], please don't be mad at him. Hyunjin one and only goal, his purpose of creation, was to make you happy. And if you weren't happy, were distressed and angered. Each sighs and groans that left your lips, you no longer smiled when you pronounced that last syllable of his name, it broke his faux heart.

You said you were lonely, and you created him in the midst of your mess, now why were you pushing him away? The more he spent his immortal lifetime in this era with you, the more sentient he became. God, look at him, he couldn't even recognize himself anymore. There were so much colours and shades on his skin, his hair grew so long that you had to cut some inches off, his system was overheating more often whenever you were around. This was not right, everything was getting out of his abilities. He was supposed to be an android, he wasn't anywhere human, but why did he felt alive?

Was this something terrible? Or was this love? How come love was so painful, how come he even felt pain in the first place? Hyunjin couldn't cry, he didn't have tear ducts. However, his fake heart that pumped fluid the thickness of blood was aching. Shut down, shut down everything, he would tell himself. Reboot your system, wipe every line of codes that signified a sense of adversity, get rid of it all. Go back to how it was should be, go back to when you felt nothing and were nothing but a tool to help your inventor achieve euphoria. These feelings, these human feelings weren't meant for you, they weren't yours and would never be.

"[Y/N]," Hyunjin called once again, he made up his choice, he loved you. This massive error in his system, was because he had developed feelings for you. You turned back, staring with the same distanced expression you wore previously. "please disassemble me."

"What?" Not a word of asking for clarification, you heard him loud and clear.

Turned away for one second, back and he was looking more like one of your kind than before. Hair, no hints of red, black as the sky the night he awoken. His eyes, the same fate, dark as never before. Hyunjin, was more alive than you, despite what he was. As if a levanter had blew the essence of what it was like to be human into him, he was not the Hyunjin you once made with your bare hands and lonesome. He had became his own person. The physical embodiment of your solitude, he received himself a soul from it. He wasn't a perfect masterpiece since he was now deemed imperfect, but imperfection was what made him to be considered as human.

Simple enough, humans were unlike artificial intelligence or androids like him. Humans has limitations, humans has flaws, human has empathy. Humans were imperfect. While androids and artificial intelligence excelled at everything, they were better at manual labours, better at gaining knowledge. Yet, they were not better at being human. An outlier such as Hyunjin, he wasn't mortal with blood and organs, he didn't need oxygen or nutrients to survive. Somehow, he felt joy, felt sadness, felt anger, felt pain, felt all of these complex emotions that was beyond his system comprehension.

"I can't bear to watch you wither away, while I'm stuck here 'til the end of time, or 'til I run out of energy." Hyunjin confessed, saying this now so you both could save yourselves. Maybe in another life, he would be breathing the same air, he would be eating the same food, loving the same person as he was doing now. Maybe in another life, being alive and feeling all these overwhelming emotions wouldn't be so wrong on him.

Since this love was completely artificial, you invented and built him yourself, you had technically created this fondness of his. A manifestation of yearning out for a faraway love, just so you wouldn't be too lonely anymore. When his skin become warm, he'd hold you without hesitation, he'd kiss you with his soft lips. When his heart actually start beating, he'd forget every thoughts that would run across his mind and love you. When he awake in a fragile, human vessel, this love would be authentic.

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elderflowergin · 8 days

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blood free v secret forest, a quick and dirty comparison:-

As someone who fell for Kdrama through Stranger, i loved it because it appeared seamless, grounded and weaved several systems and levels of privilege very elegantly. Most of all it seemed morally urgent, even if it was at its core a detective mystery. (Which, to be fair, Blood Free is as well.)

Secret Forest’s first success was that it held nuance for everyone in the middle of the road; LSY afforded so much thoughtful shading to those men. I often think they will never look as beautiful as they do on SF, and that’s only partly because of whoever did the lighting etc, but they’re not Kdrama glossy perfect; they’re real people trying to reckon with themselves and the moral calculus they have agreed to, and their dignity comes from the reckoning. Lee Chang-joon, Kang Won-chul, Lee Yeon-jae, even Seo Dong-jae for that matter, all have that advantage. LSY managed this for Jung Sung-il in the scant few minutes of screen time he had.

The second success was Cho Seung-woo and Bae Doona. If Secret Forest was a universe they were its gravitational field; it was their fierce sense of honour and morality that drives both seasons. And their moral decency is hard-won; it is tested constantly, and it’s burnished at each opportunity, which is why they are respected. It is a dream that people like that can influence or impact those around them, but you don’t question that they do, by the end of each season, and that’s the victory of writing, casting and the charisma of both leads.

That’s why that funeral scene in season 1 is so important (to me); it shows the gravity shifting. The prosecutors rely on their forest of secrets to keep the centre together, but Hwang Si-mok demonstrates how untenable this has become, how the roots must be pulled out so the weeds die; so new healthy things can grow. The chaebols are at the periphery, and they continue to be there because, most audaciously of all, they don’t matter if enough people shift their moral calculus. I think this gravitational pull happens to Lee Chang-joon in season 1 thanks to Hwang Si-mok and it happens to Choi Bit in season 2 thanks to Han Yeo-jin. They are easily some of the most powerful parts of the show.

On the other hand, we have Blood Free. I’m not sure who the moral gravitational field of this show is meant to be. Maybe it’s Yun Ja-yu and/or Woo Chae-woon. Maybe it’s Lee Mu-saeng. Maybe it’s about the ethical dilemma of experimentation and whether that’s a worthwhile price to pay for the scientific advancements in cultured meat and seafood. Perhaps we need more time to really see the middle of the road characters, but four episodes in there’s not much to go on: there’s Lee Mu-saeng, there’s Queen Dowager as a VP, here’s Jeon Seok-ho. There are three chaebols, all of whom seem like one-note characters to me. (Why ask a talented sketch artist to produce cartoons like these? Unless they’re not, but nothing seems to suggest otherwise.)

The most interesting insight from episode 4 was about Yun Jayu - when offered 72 trillion won for her company, she actually considers it because it means she doesn’t have to face investors and can focus on research. She has influence and money but these are means to an end, for her. I wish we could see more of that, and not necessarily through exposition alone.

When she gives deft, cool answers to reporters, did that come naturally to her or did she work at it? Is she the face of the company because she hated it a little less than Lee Mu-saeng did? If so, why? What comparative advantage did they determine she had? When she wears Chanel tweed skirts and smiles her way through presentations, is that a natural extension of her work or is that a mask she wears? Give me process, guys! Give us the backstory, the way the markets work, the environment for cutting-edge bio research in Korea, the reaction of Big Meat, the interplay of new rich and old rich, some indication of her actual influence (which must be considerably more than what we see on the show, although what little we see, while uncomfortable, is frankly not that inconceivable in a world where you’re constantly connected.) I am so interested in her, and yet I feel I am made to watch the story of her reacting to chaebols and to the mystery of corporate sabotage rather than her being the fulcrum of her own universe. And at no point does the mystery seem morally urgent to me, and it’s because 1) why does it matter if all this is is a giant M&A negotiation 2) why should we care if it doesn’t feel real to us? So what if there’s sabotage? Why on earth isn’t this company guarded like fucking Fort Knox? Why is this company ostensibly so influential, so powerful and yet capable of unusually amateurish errors that are the centre of the show so far and not on the periphery of it? Where is the moral quandary that is meant to grab us by the throat?

Is it a question of the writing? Have her interests shifted and did she want to do a show without having to do too much character work? If anyone has earned a vibes-only moment it’s Lee Soo-yeon, and I respect that for her. I hope the direction isn’t stifling the writing, because that means there is an arresting, politically trenchant drama underneath this dry procedural, and that’s upsetting to consider. We still have a ways to go and I think there is potential, but I have to remind myself not to expect something like SF, that maybe you can’t bottle that formula. That it’s the gold standard for a reason. But honestly, Disney, in the words of TikTok star imo_unusual, you’ve made this show like God was dozing off when the angels were working, now RELEASE US (and LSY writernim)

#sorry i didn’t finish life #and I didn’t include grid in the analysis #although that’s a good comparison to make too #but kudos to whoever costumed hhj #and gave her that expensive overcoat #that looks exactly like a doctor’s coat but in rich black #costuming is the only dept that has not been interfered with #blood free #tvn stranger

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