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k-star-holic · 2 years
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Kim Shin-Young, today's first recording of 'Born to Sing' in his hometown of Deagu ..Hazing
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eoieopda · 1 year
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It all started with a bad joke and a bottle of Tanqueray.
Pairing: Min Yoongi x Fem!Reader | Darksided AU Type: One-Shot / Prequel to darksided (no. 2) & blindsided (no. 3,) but can be read as a stand-alone fic. Word Count: 11.3K 😳 Content: SPICY FLUFF (18+ or else - oral (m receiving) and penetrative, protected sex (p in v)); strangers to lovers au; POV switches; discussion of anxiety and negative self-talk; alcohol consumption (primary setting is a bar); tteokbokki; and just the cutest fucking duo. ft. Seokjin and a surprise cameo by reader's cat. A/N: The origin story for my beloved babies, which takes place in 2016 (and uses Korean age, fyi.) I found this photo after I finished writing and nearly fell tf over because this was the Yoongi in my brain; jacket and all, omfg. My actual note (and tags) will be at the end! 💕 Listen to the playlist here. Read Interlude: Sunrise drabble here.
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Min Yoongi wanted it on record that he tried.
When Seokjin pushed, and pushed, and pushed Yoongi to ask out that girl, he did. She was someone Seokjin knew from somewhere, and she seemed nice enough. All Yoongi really knew about her was that she was pretty, though he hoped to learn that this was the least interesting thing about her.
If nothing else, Yoongi proceeded out of spite. He wanted nothing more than to shove it in Seokjin’s face that he was capable of being a normal, twenty-four-year-old man. He wanted to prove to Seokjin — and to himself, if he were being honest — that he wasn’t a borderline-reclusive workaholic.
Or, at the very least, he wasn’t exclusively a borderline-reclusive workaholic. He did want to get out and meet new people; just in negligible and infrequent doses.
It had been so long since Yoongi last went on a date that three (3) generations of iPhones had come and gone. Children who hadn’t yet been born were now entering pre-kindergarten, making macaroni art with the motor skills they’d obtained during his romantic sabbatical. It was embarrassing; it was depressing; and it all piled up at his doorstep, barricading him inside his apartment.
There was a vicious cycle at play, making matters worse. It casted Yoongi as the lone sock, swirling and drowning inside his washing machine brain. The plot was as stupid as it was repetitive:
Relentless schedule aside, Yoongi didn’t date because it made him anxious. Then, he’d become more anxious because he wasn’t dating. Ultimately, he’d end up too anxious about his anxiety to address the thing that caused it in the first place. And around and around and around he went.
Why the fuck did people subject themselves to this on purpose?
Asking her out was the simplest part. With a quick text and an emoji — the latter of which Yoongi deliberated over for far too long — he’d knocked the ball into her court. She’d responded within minutes, which he assumed was a good sign. Saturday night, they’d decided, at eight o’clock.
Unfortunately, no part of what came next was easy.
Yoongi had spent the four subsequent days in a tailspin. Spiraling over where to take her, what to wear, and what the fuck to talk to her about. In the few interactions they’d had before, all she seemed to do was pepper him with questions about his career. Like everyone else, she was fascinated by Yoongi: the Concept.
Whether or not she cared about Yoongi: the Person was yet to be determined.
Worse, after three years in the public eye, Yoongi worried that he’d lost track of what once made him relatable. That boy from Daegu — with a chip on his shoulder and a fire in his belly — was traded in for a luxury model. He no longer had to debate between purchasing a meal or a bus ticket home from work because he was now loaded and living in Hannam-fucking-dong.
Ugh.
People looked at him with stars in their eyes, but he could never tell if anyone truly saw him. And even if someone did, what was left to see, anyway? Yoongi doubted that he could pick himself out of a lineup now.
Eventually, after three nights of tossing and turning, Yoongi had landed on something that felt meaningful. He would take this girl to a hole-in-the-wall that he loved dearly, which sat relatively unnoticed in a lesser-traveled pocket of Seoul. It was quiet and unassuming, but had a life of its own.
As far as Yoongi could see, it was the perfect place to find the parts of himself that’d dropped on his rapid, record-breaking ascent. Decidedly unremarkable but worth it, nonetheless. There, she could get to know the person behind the persona. Maybe she’d even come to like who he actually was.
Before heading out, Yoongi had pitched his plan to Seokjin and received a thumbs up in response. Unfortunately, her reaction came from two knuckles down. Her departure followed less than sixty seconds after her arrival. She’d fled so quickly, in fact, that she managed to flag down the very same cab before it could clear the block.
Through her window, she’d shouted out her scathing review: Yoongi was cheap; she would never drink bottom-shelf liquor with him in a glorified dumpster; and she both expected and deserved better because he could access better. Yoongi had stood stunned on the sidewalk as she disappeared — likely forever — in a cloud of exhaust.
Somehow, it felt like that cab had run him over as it peeled out.
To be clear, none of this was painful because Yoongi was disappointed; he wasn’t, not in the slightest. Good fucking riddance. It was worse than that. He felt validated, and he knew exactly how fucking sad that was.
See? Told you so, he’d thought bitterly to himself. Then, immediately, Yoongi criticized himself for being too critical. Hypocrite.
So, there he stood.
If Yoongi followed his instinct and went home, he could rebuild his barricade and watch several episodes of Chopped before passing out alone in his bed. A productive night, despite its fruitless start. But then, he realized, he’d have to answer when Seokjin inevitably called to ask what the fuck went wrong.
Fuck it.
Yoongi shrugged to no one but himself. He then slipped from the sidewalk, through the dumpster’s front door, and straight to the bar. Slumping down onto a leather-topped stool, he rested his elbows against the mahogany countertop and dropped his dejected chin in his hand.
Is this rock bottom? He wondered, Drinking in a bar alone on a Saturday night?
Within seconds, there was a loud crash several meters away. Yoongi jerked his head towards the source of the sound, but he saw nothing. His brows furrowed. All was quiet until a whine erupted from the doorway to the back room.
“Shit, shit, shit!"
Upon standing, Yoongi pressed his hands against the bar and leaned forward to investigate; equal parts concerned and nosy.
On the ground in the doorway, he found shattered remnants of what was once a bottle of Tanqueray. Crouching above the pine-scented wreckage, plucking chunks of glass off the hardwood, he found you.
Yoongi immediately grimaced at your chosen method of disaster clean-up. There was already a bandage wrapped around your finger — with a Hello Kitty pattern, he noted — that confirmed your ongoing battle with clumsiness.
You didn’t need to add to that collection and he couldn’t watch in good conscience while you made that outcome more and more likely.
Mind made up, he crossed quickly to the side of the bar he had no authorization to be on. As soon as Yoongi reached you, he saw the nearby bucket labeled “broken shit.” Then, he clocked the small hand-brush and dustpan resting against it. Wasting no time, he grabbed all three; and without a word, you allowed him to carefully usher you out of the way.
Crouching down the way you had, he began to sweep the broken shit into the dustpan. Too preoccupied to glance up, he asked without looking, “Are you okay?”
When you didn’t immediately respond, Yoongi’s eyes quickly rose to find you with strawberry-pink cheeks and wide, vaguely horrified eyes, and —Shit, was he staring?
Say something. Say anything. For fuck’s sake, Yoongi, at least smile so she knows you’re not angry.
What he landed on looked more like a grimace, he was sure of it, and it didn’t seem to fix that look on your face.
“I’m so sorry,” you squeaked once he finished dumping the glass into its designated receptacle.
You didn’t give him a chance to tell you that an apology wasn’t necessary, opting instead to rattle off your perceived sins at an alarming rate:
“I think I’m the only bartender in Seoul that’s this bad at tending bar. I mean, I didn’t even know anyone else was here — because I wasn’t paying attention — and now you, the patron I’m supposed to be serving, are cleaning up after me. It’s definitely supposed to be the other way around —“
A smile was twitching at the corner of his mouth that he couldn’t prevent. Without a door into the so far one-sided conversation, Yoongi had to jump through the window you created when you finally drew a breath. “Have you got a mop?”
Based on the way your eyebrows knit together, you’d been thrown entirely for a loop. You re-opened your mouth, likely to apologize for not following the sudden twist. Yoongi refused to allow further self-flagellation, though.
Classic Yoongi: demonstrating more compassion for strangers than he ever shows himself.
“For the gin,” He chuckled softly as he gestured down to the puddle at his feet. Suddenly and baselessly bold, he shot you a playful look and tacked on, “And for all the words you just spilled.”
The aforementioned eyebrows shot up as your jaw dropped further. Thankfully, it was amusement and not offense glittering in your eyes. Pretty. As you crossed your arms over your chest, you tilted your head and sized him up with a quick glance.
If this was a test, he was determined to pass.
“Maybe,” you hummed.
Yoongi wanted to volley your nonchalant tone, but he couldn’t swallow the laughter bubbling up from his chest. He was grinning like an idiot; there was no denying it. “Maybe?”
Your eyebrow twitched ever so slightly, the perfect overture to the mischief on your lips. When you replied, that microscopic smirk never faltered: “Let’s say, for arguments’ sake, that there is a mop.”
A manicured finger was held up to stop Yoongi from interjecting.
Mystified, his poor brain tried to crunch the numbers. Statically, it made no sense that — out of the thousands of people he’d met in his life — he’d never come across someone quite like you. In a matter of minutes, you’d pirouetted from adorable, to self-depreciating, to coy and confident.
All-encompassing, all electric, you moved through tone shifts far more gracefully than you did through the bar.
And if he’d done the math right, this was the first interaction he’d had in recent memory that didn’t deplete his energy. In fact, it had the opposite effect. Gazing at you, Yoongi began to wonder if this was how extroverts got to feel as they moved through the world. Like it gave back more than it took. Lucky bastards.
Once Yoongi was thoroughly disarmed, you continued breezily, “Hypothetically speaking, would you let me be the one to use said mop? After all, it’s both my job and my mess.”
“Hypothetically?” He repeated, sucking in a breath through his teeth. Your eyes narrowed further as he paused to formulate a counterpoint. Meanwhile, Yoongi’s involuntary smile spread in a straight line across his face.
You’re a goddamn delight, full stop.
“Assuming, for the sake of this argument, that I do concede the mop in question —” Yoongi raised an eyebrow, “— How could I be sure that you wouldn’t hurt yourself? After all, you did just try to clean up broken glass with your hands.”
If this had been a gun fight and not banter behind a bar, you would’ve shot him dead. Like lightning, you quickly unraveled your arms and held your hands at the ready. That effervescent grin of yours might be his undoing instead.
Eyes alight, you threw down the gauntlet: “Gawi, bawi, bo?”
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Never before in your life had you played rock, paper, scissors, and lost at every single turn. You’d also never requested a rematch for every loss before, continuing the game into perpetuity; but you had a hypothesis to prove and a perfectly unique smile to make wider.
No matter what you threw, he’d offered a gesture to counter it. If his eyes hadn’t gotten wider and wider with shock as it just — kept — happening, you would’ve simply decided that he was psychic. A mind-reader, predicting your every move before you’d even settled on it yourself.
Spooky.
At the start, his amusement had been more or less concealed. Withheld, even, like it was dangerous to grin with every single one of his teeth. Eventually, though, his shoulders shook the way yours did; and mirth pooled in the corners of his eyes as he wheezed through laughter with you.
You didn’t know him, but still, you couldn’t help thinking: there he is.
At some point during your unending match, he doubled over to catch his breath. Seizing the element of surprise, you’d darted into the storage room before he could’ve stopped you. When you reappeared with a mop and bucket in tow, you’d immediately begun to address the mess you made. It took a few moments of buffering for him to realize what you’d done.
That time around, he hadn’t shouldered your burden for you and thank god for that. First impressions were never your strong suit, and you were already starting from behind. Always too much, you couldn’t be useless, too.
Instead, he’d simply resigned himself to swapped names and spiked blood pressure as you struggled — stubbornly and independently — to dump the contents of that yellow, wheeled mop bucket into the utility sink. Standing quietly out of your way, Yoongi had looked close to proud when you managed to do it all without spilling a drop.
See, you’d thought, I’m verifiably Not Useless!
Once the evidence of your clumsy crime had been disposed of, you’d returned the cleaning supplies to their rightful space in the storage room’s closet. Similarly, you and your patron returned to your rightful places: him on his stool at the front of the bar; you, finally fixing him a drink behind it.
Ardbeg, single malt, neat.
After sliding the glass across the mahagony to his waiting hand, you glanced towards the front entrance. As usual, there were no pedestrians wandering this way; no cars on the street, either. The only quiet part of Seoul — especially on a Saturday night.
The bar routinely bordered on empty, but it had some magical quality to it: Nobody you saw inside for the first time seemed to be there for the first time. This was especially odd because it wasn’t a place anyone went to, just a place they ended up. Nobody’s first choice, it was a last resort only visible to people who knew where to look for it.
Yoongi was the first one to speak, unknowingly putting an end to your mythologizing. You just barely flinched at the surprise of his voice, but he managed to catch it. Then, he conducted a brief yet careful study of your face to determine whether you were simply jumpy, or experiencing some sort of medical event.
A gesture like that, done in passing, shouldn’t have meant so much to you. Really, all he did was look at you. It felt like more than that, though, because it was the second-kindest thing anyone had done for you in months — and it occurred merely twenty minutes after the first-place winner.
Now, that’s depressing.
“I haven’t seen you in here before,” He hummed, “I only ever run into Yang Daehyun-nim, though it’s been a minute. Honestly, I don’t even know if he’s still around. You know him?”
“Yes, absolutely. He’s my husband.” You deadpanned and Yoongi nearly choked to death on his drink.
You were, of course, fucking with him. The man in question was swiftly approaching ninety, but he looked twice as old. You successfully maintained your ruse until Yoongi’s tongue breached the barrier of his lips and gathered his runaway whiskey.
Where am I? Who am I? Is that legal?
Yoongi simultaneously picked up the joke and his glass. He raised both with pure amusement on his face, “Cheers to the happy couple, then.”
Never one to raise a toast empty-handed, you quickly dumped what little remained of a nearby soju bottle into a shot glass. His eyes sparkled as he watched you race to catch up; even more so when you leaned in to clink your glass against his.
Oh, so he’s pretty pretty.
“To the happy couple,” you echoed.
With both of your drinks dispatched, you grabbed the bottle of Ardbeg to top him up. Expensive taste, you noted, not the low-rent version you were destined for.
If Yoongi hadn’t shown up to order it, that bottle would’ve continued to gather dust on the top shelf. Like you, none of your regulars had the capital to even glance that high. Granted, the sample size was abysmally small at only three (3) people, but the point still stood.
Until Yoongi mentioned Daehyun, you couldn’t think of a single reason why your employer bothered to keep anything like that in stock. Now, that piece seemed to fit. Still, you were puzzled as to why Yoongi would come to a dive like this to drink liquor like that.
Clearly, the man sitting in front of you contained multitudes.
At the exact moment you asked how long he’d been coming here, Yoongi wondered when you joined the staff. Your respective answers came simultaneously, too. His six years easily dwarfed your eight months.
True to form, you joked that he was more qualified to tend bar here than you were. He said his only relevant skill was cleaning broken glass.
It made you sad in some stupid way to realize that you could’ve met a hundred times over by now. Had more conversations like this, haunted the joint jointly rather than on your own. Truthfully, though, you were at least semi-soothed by the timing.
You were a horrible bartender now, but you’d been even worse before. He might not have survived this long.
Once again, Yoongi set your runaway train-of-thought back on track. “Eight months ago.” He took a sip, then he asked, “Is that when you moved to Korea?”
It was a simple question, certainly not an offensive one. The reason it nearly bowled you over was that no one had ever bothered to ask. Nobody seemed to notice the non-native accent that occasionally appeared when you spoke — not unless you referenced its existence first, that is.
Even then, people forgot. You wished you were confident that they simply got used to it, but you had the sneaking suspicion that nobody really listened when you spoke. After all, no one had a reason to give a shit about you, so long as you kept their glasses full.
The weight of your curiosity caused your head to tilt to the side. You allowed a tiny smile to spread as you asked, “What gave me away?”
“Don’t get me wrong —” He held up his hands to prevent a reaction you’d never dream of giving. “It’s not obvious. You’ve got a better grasp than some of my friends do — which is kind of sad, actually. They’ve lived here their whole lives.”
He gifted you a reassuring smile, then came the true prize: he licked his lips absently before speaking again. You had to clench every single muscle in your body to keep from swooning.
That cannot be legal.
“I noticed it earlier, but you were already embarrassed. I didn’t want to risk making it worse.” Yoongi still looked like he was afraid to hurt your feelings. “When you word-vomit — like you did earlier — your consonants sound like they would in English.”
This linguistic assessment didn’t surprise you; it was dead-on. It didn’t embarrass you, either, but you blushed nonetheless. Without thinking, you mused, “Makes sense that you’re the first to say something. You spend more time overseas than most, right?”
For a split second, you swore you saw Yoongi frown. A little twinge, one you would’ve missed if you weren’t so fixated on his every micro-expression. If you could have, you would’ve hit the rewind button and reverted back thirty seconds.
Was it off-limits, finally acknowledging that you knew who you were dealing with? Did it bother him that you did know, and proceeded to speak to him like the glaring disparity between the two of you didn’t matter? Did it matter?
“You mean to tell me —” He started quietly with a flex of his eyebrow. You feared the worst, even though Yoongi didn’t strike you as the type to make your failure to fawn a problem. “— That the place you lived before wasn’t under a rock?”
As soon as he saw your expression morph from panic to blatant relief, his eyes crinkled until every one of his facial features contributed to his smile. It was difficult to process how an expression that gentle hit you like a punch, but it did, and you felt a bit dizzy.
Professionalism be damned, you cracked open another bottle of soju and filled not one, but two glasses. Yoongi smirked — likely unsurprised by your willingness to drink with him on the clock — and easily accepted the shot you slid his way.
“To the worst bartender in Seoul,” You cheered as you raised it.
He rolled his eyes at your self-depreciation, but followed your lead without any meaningful resistance. Like it was choreographed, you both downed your shots in unison. Straight, no chaser. Just the slight burn in the back of your throat and the very first thing your scrambled brain could think to say:
“Do you want to hear a joke?”
Yoongi was clearly stunned by your sudden maneuver, but you didn’t wait for him to co-sign your antics. You cleared your throat like you were about to say something worth hearing, then you warbled, “Knock, knock!”
You expected him to pause again; or worse, to leave you hanging entirely. It was, frankly, stupid how much of an effect the latter always had on you. You were a demented scientist and your bad joke was a litmus test, ready to reveal on the front-end what kind of person Yoongi really was.
Translation: Tell me now if I’m too much. I’m always too much.
“Who’s there?”
He didn’t hesitate. There was no blink of an eye, no breath taken in between your call and his response. This time, it was you who needed a split-second to buffer.
When your brain finally reloaded, you peeped, “Cargo.”
“Cargo who?” Yoongi asked slowly, growing visibly suspicious about where this stupid, stupid road was leading. Somehow, he looked as amused by you as he did continually bewildered.
Springing the trap, you accentuated your shitty punchline with a sing-song tone and pantomime for emphasis, “Car go beep beep!”
Nobody had ever — ever — looked at you the way Yoongi did when you concluded your comedy routine. As if your teary-eyed grin and raucous laughter were something beautiful; and your presence alone wasn’t killing off one, sorry brain cell for every minute that passed.
“Knock, knock,” Yoongi volleyed with a soft chuckle, and without breaking eye contact.
As if you weren’t too much.
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Yoongi needed a minute to take inventory.
When he left his apartment at a quarter-til-eight, he was headed out for his first date in a long damn time. It was Seokjin’s setup and that girl’s letdown. For Yoongi, it was another drop in the bucket; one final reason to commit to life as a hermit.
Troll that he was, Yoongi was ready to crawl back under his bridge; emerging only to pose impossible riddles to passersby who didn’t know to stay away.
His brain had given him an out, but for once, he didn’t take it. So, what did he end up with instead?
You, sitting on the bar, going shot-for-shot with him; and telling your self-titled villain origin story with award-worthy narration.
Equally as enthralling as the story itself was the tangential webs you weaved along the way. As he’d already learned to expect, you apologized frequently for the way one thought trailed off in a direction you didn’t intend. He wished you didn’t; he had no trouble following wherever your mind led you.
You, born here but not raised here, returning to claim a master’s degree in photography and to reclaim what you felt you missed out on. Yoongi loved your foreign take on local foods, even if you hadn’t yet acquired a taste for pickled vegetables.
We’ll get you there, he’d promised.
You, gesturing with hand movements so impassioned they nearly knocked you off balance; right off the bar. He was down to listen to you talk about whatever — for any amount of time — because he could feel how much you cared about — well, everything.
Animated, fully alive, and so fucking refreshing.
Him, with one hand on his drink and the other hovering on the bar top near your hip — just in case your full-body laugh did, in fact, provoke a fall.
Yoongi, who do you think you’re fooling?
So, maybe it was never exclusively about concern for your safety — even though you’d demonstrated from the jump that it was warranted. Yoongi was quickly coming to realize that, when it came down to it, he simply liked having you close. He liked you, full stop.
Every now and then, you’d wiggle where you sat, and the denim of your jeans would brush against his knuckles. It was as innocent as contact could be, but for someone so secretly touch-starved, it was bliss. Is this the kind of feeling he gave up, locked away in his tower? It sure as shit made leaving feel worth it.
He was buzzed, sure, but not drunk enough to blame the warmth he was feeling on the liquor. Any flush on his cheeks would only be partly genetic. The rest of it was all you — and the way you talked with your whole body, and that giggle.
Seriously, what the fuck is that giggle? A wind-chime made out of stars?
“Yoongi?”
It didn’t dawn on him that he was staring until you called his name. Then, it dawned on him that he didn’t care if he’d been caught — not even a little bit. Red-handed, all Yoongi could do was smile up at you as you blinked down at him.
He’d thought it before and now he was thinking it again: You are goddamn delight.
You threw your head back and laughed. Maybe it was the soju, or how fucking obvious he made it that he was infatuated with you. Whatever the cause, the effect was music to his ears. He’d record it, if he could, and play it on loop to appease the butterflies going wild in his stomach.
Unfortunately, he was accurate in his prediction. The sudden movement of your laughter sent you reeling, but before you could fall, Yoongi was quick to intervene. He stood abruptly from his stool to secure you; one hand on your hip and the other — unintentionally — on your thigh.
“Shit — Sorry,” Yoongi muttered, though he was very much still holding you. Oh, fuck, his brain screamed as he glanced down at his hand on your thigh. Heart pounding, his gaze flitted from his touch to your face.
Your mouth was still slightly open, but that could’ve easily been attributed to the fact that you’d so narrowly avoided launching yourself headfirst at the ground. If it wasn’t that, then you were looking for the words to yell to get him to back off.
Those were the only possible explanations; and any minute now, his hand would accept his brain’s signal to pull away.
Any minute now. Any —
Yoongi watched it all happen in slow motion and he still couldn’t believe it when you leaned in. Or when your hair slipped over your shoulder and brushed against his. Or when you kissed him quick and pulled back just to smile from mere centimeters away.
“Impressive reflexes.” You were breathless but you still managed to sigh. Have you had freckles this whole time? “What’s that saying? Not all heroes wear Lewis Leathers?”
Your playful tug at his jacket had no force behind it, but even with his feet firmly planted, Yoongi knew that he was falling. His stomach fluttered from the pinnacle of that emotional rollercoaster and, for once, he wasn’t afraid of heights. He’d kiss you again and follow that thrill all the way down.
Or, he would have, if the bell above the door didn’t chime.
Just as quickly as you’d kissed him, you spun around and prepared to dismount from your perch on the bar. Yoongi’s hand still seemed to vibrate, even when you slipped out from underneath. It was absolutely ridiculous that his body missed you already — automatically — but he couldn’t think of any other explanation.
He wasn’t a violent person by any means, but he was suddenly overwhelmed with the desire to throw the incoming patron out on their ass and lock the door behind them.
The audacity. Who does this clown think they are, coming into a place of business during their business hours? For fuck’s —
“Finally!” You squeaked as you stuck your landing. Then, you skipped around the edge of the bar and continued on your way towards the door.
Jesus Christ. Even the way you walk is cute.
Yoongi was initially too preoccupied with watching you to notice the intruder, but when he did, he couldn’t force the exasperated look off his face. That is, until he saw the panicked look on the prepubescent face of the delivery boy.
The poor kid’s eyes bugged out at Yoongi from under the brim of his uniform cap. Immediately, Yoongi felt inclined to atone, to bow. Instead, he offered a mildly apologetic grimace for the heart attack he didn’t mean to cause.
You accepted the bags of food into your arms, beaming like the fucking sun as you glanced over your shoulder to Yoongi. “You said you liked Hongdae Dakgalbi, right?”
Yes. Yes, he did. But his brain was spinning its wheels in the mud because —
What he finally said wasn’t a question, but it certainly sounded like one: “You ordered food.”
Clearly, Yoongi was missing something. He glanced around and confirmed that there was, in fact, an operational kitchen still situated at the far end of the room. He pointed to the small window carved out for taking and producing orders. “What about —?”
“Binna called off,” you shrugged through your explanation. Then, you tilted your head with a coy smile, “Were we supposed to starve?”
Yoongi had questions. A lot of them.
First and foremost: When did you summon takeout and how did you manage to go unnoticed in the process? He was certainly staring at you for long enough to catch it. Or maybe his heart-eyes were getting foggy with age.
Also, we? As in, you ordered food with the intention of sharing it with him? And you paid for it?
When his broken brain snapped back to attention, it registered the fact that you’d settled on top of the stool next to his. You either didn’t notice the smoke flying out of Yoongi’s ears, or you accepted his brain damage for what it was. Either way, you were too excited about the piping hot tteokbokki in front of you to notice the way he still lingered by the door.
The delivery boy was long gone by now; he took the first opportunity to get as much distance between himself and the visibly annoyed person he’d interrupted. Looking at it now, Yoongi’s fingers twitched with a desire to engage the deadbolt. But he didn’t — he, a coward, wouldn’t — so he simply reclaimed the spot next to you.
You immediately held up a pair of chopsticks as you fished out napkins with your other hand. Yoongi stared at them for too long, prompting you to look quizzically up at him. You asked no questions, and he couldn’t think of a single reason why he said it, but he blurted out:
“I’m supposed to be on a date.”
Unfazed by the lack of context, you gently tucked that pair of chopsticks into his useless hand. Yoongi blinked down at them like he didn’t know what to do with them. You went back to unpacking your takeout.
“And I’m supposed to be working,” You chirped, as if what he just said — unprompted — wasn’t completely idiotic. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”
Yoongi shook his head, praying it would knock his trapped thoughts loose. “I meant that I was supposed to be the one buying dinner.” He frowned down at the spread you’d provided. “If I knew you were hungry, I would’ve —“
“Taken a bite by now?” You teased with wiggling eyebrows. “Come on, Min Yoongi, you know the rules. The eldest eats first.”
Stunned wasn’t adequate. Entranced? His mouth hung open, primed to speak, without a single, coherent response on the horizon. Mystified, at the very least. You were always one step ahead of Yoongi, dancing off in a brand new direction.
How on Earth did you do it so easily? How were you so effortlessly bold when he couldn’t even blink without deliberating over the idea for days?
Yoongi wasn’t even jealous the way he would’ve expected to be, meeting his non-neurotic foil. He didn’t want to steal that spark for himself, or try to mimic your fearlessness. If he could just continue to witness it, that would be enough.
You threw him off again when you plucked a small piece of tteokbokki from one of the cardboard containers below and gently maneuvered it into his unwitting, waiting mouth.
Game over. Min Yoongi is done for.
“There we go,” You cooed with a smirk. Then, those chopsticks grabbed a piece of tteokbokki of your very own. You smiled adoringly down at it, winked up at him, and said, “Now we’re off to the races.”
After several minutes of deeply contented, quiet chewing, you turned slightly to gaze at him. You didn’t say anything at first; you simply watched and let your lips curve slightly into an understated smile. Yoongi didn’t care if that was all you did because — for once — he felt seen.
Eventually, you did speak. Your voice was soft, barely casting a ripple through the silence. “Can I ask?”
Your eyes scanned over his face for permission. Yoongi had no idea what your question was, but he doubted that he was capable of saying no to you. Fire at will.
“About the date you’re not on,” You clarified.
The one I was supposed to be on, or the one I might be on instead?
“Why aren’t you on it?”
He didn’t know how to explain any of it without sounding pathetic. He knew he’d rather die than have to relay his earlier misfortune to Seokjin; somehow, though, Yoongi didn’t hesitate to respond to you. Like everything else about the past few hours, it felt laughably easy.
“She’s a friend of a friend,” He began as soon as he wiped excess gochujang from the corner of his mouth.
“He basically harassed me into asking her out because I, uh — I don’t get out much. And I know a lot of people say that, but I really do mean it. You can probably guess as much from my frighteningly translucent complexion.”
Your mouth hitched up at the corner when he joked, but you didn’t laugh. In some odd way, he was grateful that you didn’t — not just because you didn’t enable his self-depreciation, but because you seemed too invested in what he was saying to interrupt him.
Nobody had ever looked at him quite like that before.
He cleared his throat, then he pressed on, “So, I did — and that part was fine. After that, though, I don’t think I slept at all. For, like, days. Now, I think I was just dreading the whole thing, but while it was happening, I figured I was nervous. Rusty, you know?”
Yoongi looked down at his hands, which fidgeted autonomously with his chopsticks. “I put way too much thought into the whole thing — I always do — even though I had this feeling that nothing was going to happen the way I planned.”
He paused, poked mindlessly at a lump of rice, and exhaled a breath he hadn’t intentionally held. Nothing had happened the way he planned, but if it did, who would’ve hand-fed him tteokbokki because they were too impatient to wait?
You dropped your chin in your hand as you continued to watch him. Wordlessly, you reached out with your other hand. Yoongi noticed just in time as you gently removed a piece of lint that had stuck to the tip of his jacket collar. Your eyes followed it as it floated off towards the floor.
Yoongi couldn’t see anything but you.
“You picked this place,” you murmured. Slowly, your eyes drifted back up to his face; he froze solid. The only thing moving was the pounding heart in his chest. “Must mean a lot to you.”
He wanted to be brave and tell you that it meant even more now. He wasn’t brave, though, so he swallowed that thought down with a mouthful of soju.
“She was not a fan, as it turns out. Hated it so much, just from the sidewalk, that she jumped right back in her taxi — yelled at me through the window that she deserved better than to drink bottom-shelf liquor in a dumpster with me.”
You furrowed your eyebrows and he wondered which part of that statement bothered you the most. Having your place of employment referred to as a dumpster would be a reasonable sore spot; one he probably should’ve avoided. Fuck. Could he rewind thirty seconds and omit that part?
“Well,” you frowned, “Joke’s on her. This dumpster has exactly one bottle on its top shelf, and it was apparently reserved just for you.”
He could kiss you. He really, really could.
You shifted on your stool, though, and stared out into the middle-distance at nothing in particular. Deep in thought, too, judging by the way your frown curved even further.
“It’s kind of funny, in a shitty sort of way. She more or less told you that you’re not enough, and people love to tell me that I’m too much.”
It was Yoongi’s turn to frown. Who in their right mind could look at you, experience the goddamn magnet that you are, and willingly detach themselves from you? The thought alone made his jaw clench.
There hadn’t been a single second since he met you — albeit, not that long ago — where he didn’t want to see and know more of you. Where he didn’t beg those seconds to slow the fuck down because the night kept moving faster than he wanted it to.
So far, no amount of time felt like enough.
“You’d think it would be nice, being everyone’s favorite new toy,” You laughed, to Yoongi’s surprise.
Looking genuinely amused, you glanced over your shoulder at him. “And I guess, for a minute, it really is. You do your silly song and dance; and everyone loves you — until they don’t anymore. Eventually, your tricks get boring; you burn them out; then they take out your batteries. You get shelved pretty quickly.”
There was a flicker of genuine hurt in your eyes, but you were smiling when you picked your glass up off the bar and raised it. “To always being the wrong amount!” You giggled.
“Nah.” Yoongi shook his head. He grabbed his drink, touched his glass to yours, and winked, “To being just right.”
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One way or another, you spent most nights watching the clock, holding your breath, and waiting for midnight.
On New Year’s Eve, it was hope that bloomed bright in your chest like fireworks. When those final seconds dissolved, it meant closing one chapter and opening another. Something bigger, something better, something blank for you to fill in. A year in fresh white paper, with every color at your disposal.
Ten — nine —
For the rest of your midnights, it was relief that finally allowed you to unclench your jaw and drop your stiff shoulders. Closing time. Freedom to clean up, clear out, and drag your tired, little body back up to your apartment.
Thankfully, when your work hours were over, there were only three flights of stairs separating you from your bed, your cat, and your Netflix subscription.
Eight — seven —
Tonight was an outlier, a statistical anomaly. As the short hand inched closer and closer to twelve, your pulse picked up its pace. For once, it wasn’t relief and it certainly wasn’t hope. It was distinctively dread forming a pit in your stomach.
Even more than that, it was a telepathic plea shooting out from your brain that begged, and begged, and begged for more time. Five more minutes, just five more minutes.
Six — five —
You felt stupid, of course, because you knew that neither of you would turn into a pumpkin when the clock struck midnight. There was no spell, just two strangers who happened to be in the same bar at the same time, with bad jokes and a bottle of Tanqueray.
No bomb would detonate, no one would drop dead. When it was over, you’d simply go home, and Yoongi would go home and then…
Four —
That “and then what?” had you frantic. What if this moment ended and nothing followed? What if the magic didn’t survive the night?
You couldn’t take that disappointment; you knew that much. Gripping tight to your last first night, you tore your eyes away from the clock and looked at Yoongi.
He didn’t notice you staring because he had also become fixated on the clock ahead. His brow furrowed just slightly as he observed it, and you wondered what it meant.
Three —
You knew what you hoped it meant.
For all you knew, though, he might’ve been begging that hand to move faster. The end all, be all of justifications to say goodnight and go. To drop the moment in the bin with the spent, citrus garnishes on the way out; and then crawl back into that bed he spoke so fondly of.
The way you did whenever four zeroes lined up in a row like cartoon cherries on a slot machine. A personal jackpot any other midnight, but the farthest thing from a prize now.
Two —
No. You refused to believe that.
In the reality you’d chosen, he was strapped into that rollercoaster car beside you. He felt his stomach flip the way yours did as you stared down at the path ahead. You didn’t know how you knew it, but you were sure that you weren’t up there alone.
So, when the countdown was over, you took a deep breath and stated, “I’m calling a time-out.”
In actuality, it was more than a statement. It was a shout and it startled him so badly that he flinched.
As soon as he resettled on his stool, Yoongi’s neck could’ve snapped with how quickly he turned to look at you. His eyes were wider than you’d seen them at any point in the last four hours. Those once-knitted brows shot up to kiss the blonde strands brushing against his forehead.
You envied them, as stupid as that was.
“You’re — what?” He peeped.
Even louder than before, you blurted out your explanation. “I’m stopping the clock!”
You might’ve been the sole American in the entire neighborhood, but you could guarantee that you still knew less about football than Yoongi did. Knowing all of that didn’t stop you from making your worst attempt at a metaphor, or throwing your hand out to mime your way through it.
“Flag on the play — or whatever, I don’t know.”
At first, his expression didn’t change and you began to panic. Maybe you could duck down behind the bar and he’d eventually forget that you were hiding there. Then he wouldn’t see how pink your cheeks were; how the hope in your eyes bordered on desperate.
Shockingly, you weren’t delusional. You’d simply underestimated him.
Yoongi glanced down at his watch — already two minutes into Sunday — and then back to you. “Wow. Would you look at that? Only a minute til midnight.”
You could kiss him; you really, really could.
“Do you want to, uh, hang out? With me? Like, not here?”
Yoongi was smirking slightly at your stammering, just enough for you to notice, but you didn’t faint the way your body wanted you to. Instead, you doubled down.
“I live in the apartment upstairs, and this isn’t a proposition — it’s also not, not a proposition — but I need to lock-up here, and I still want you with me when I’m done.”
He blinked rapidly like you’d once again shook him off your tail. You watched in slow motion as his smirk dropped, and his brows dipped back into thoughtful wrinkles at the lowest part of his forehead. It hurt, physically somehow, that there was something to consider.
Were you really this egregiously wrong in your conclusions, or had he finally hit his quota with you and decided that you — this — were too much, too soon?
You wanted to explain yourself, to say that you were just offering for him to come up and sit on your couch with you. Because you wanted to keep this night alive and keep talking for as long as you could. Because this was something and you knew it.
You opened your mouth to do so, but he was the quicker draw.
Yoongi looked genuinely conflicted and you believed him when he said, “I don’t think I can. I have to be up in four hours to —”
“It’s okay!” You chirped. Stupid little bird, flying headlong into a window. You smiled and prayed it looked genuine, but Yoongi didn’t look convinced. Still, you breezed, “Raincheck, then — maybe.”
Maybe when you take the trash out later, you can heave yourself into the dumpster with it.
Deciding that your disappointment shouldn’t be his burden, you grabbed the takeout containers from the counter and whisked yourself over to the trash bin to discard them.
In a magnificent showing of restraint, you didn’t stuff yourself inside it, too. Instead, your tidy tornado kept spinning, picking up every glass you encountered and shoving them hurriedly into the dishwasher below the bar.
Are you suddenly Employee of the Month? Why is this the moment you choose to actually do your job?
With your hip, you nudged the dishwasher door closed much more clumsily than usual. Then, you began wiping down the counter at warp speed; damn near scrubbing a hole straight though the wood.
Why are you so frazzled? Are you really this sensitive after being politely turned down by someone you just met? This is what they mean when they say you’re “too much,” and you know what? They’re right.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” Yoongi asked because he was lovely.
You were, as it turned out, as bad an actor as you were a bartender. Your reassuring smile was more unsettling than anything else, but you hoped that — maybe — the shake of your head was enough to dispel the concern from his face.
In case it wasn’t, you quipped, “You’ve already done more than your fair share of cleaning tonight, I think. Thanks again for that, by the way. I ran out bandages, so…”
Your sentence petered out when you finally looked up and locked eyes with Yoongi. His expression was indecipherable and, only for a moment, it made your hurried hands stop moving.
“So, I’m glad you came in,” You finished through an exhale, quiet to the point that it was hardly audible. You hoped he heard you, though, as loudly and clearly as you meant it.
Straightening up, you dropped your bar rag into the “dirty shit” bucket underneath the counter. You quickly wiped your hands against your jeans, laughed with no real joy behind it, and hid your wobbling voice behind a poorly imitated French accent, “Et voilà.”
Yoongi was still staring, still unreadable. For a few moments, you simply looked at one another. Neither one of you made a sound — at least, nobody spoke. There were gears grinding in his head, judging by the look on his face, and you swore you could hear them from across the bar.
“I guess I should — um,” Yoongi eventually muttered as he gestured to the door. He briefly glanced at it, but you doubted that he registered what he was looking at.
Oddly, it wasn’t awkwardness that seemed to have him short-circuiting — not as far as you could tell. It was like his brain was moving faster than it could form words, leaving his mouth open with nothing to say.
You nodded. You knew where he was going with this, and you didn’t want to prolong whatever he was so visibly toiling with.
“Yeah, of course,” You squeaked. Somewhere, the world’s tiniest violin began to play as the corner of your mouth hitched up. “I’ll see you around, I hope?”
Then, Yoongi’s gaze dropped to the phone in his hand. If he heard your question, he didn’t acknowledge it. Instead, deep in thought, he mumbled, “I need to — fuck, okay —” Urgently, he looked back up at you and said firmly, “I’ll call.”
He dashed out the door before you realized the problem with his plan: he had no way to call you.
You’d been so caught up in each other that you never thought to exchange phone numbers. Not only was he now gone, but he hadn’t actually said goodbye.
Seems kind of fitting that yours is the only fairytale without a happy ending, huh?
You occupied the borderline between being a hopeless romantic and a masochist, so you immediately decided that, if you ran, you might catch him before he was truly gone.
Kiss him or kick him, it didn’t matter — you just couldn’t let it end like this.
You skirted around the bar and darted to the door, throwing it open and shocking the bell above it. You were already out on the sidewalk before it had the chance to chime. It was the only sound, and it echoed through otherwise dead air.
Similarly, you were the only person on the street. Judging by the dark windows lining the road, you were the only proof of life in that little corner of Seoul. The lack of visible stars was likely due to light pollution, but you wouldn’t be surprised if they dipped out on you, too.
No matter how many times you looked up and down the street, Yoongi didn’t appear. So, you closed your eyes like an idiot, and wished on a star you couldn’t see that he’d be there when you re-opened them. Standing on the other side of the street, laughing, and asking how you’d missed him on your thirty previous scans.
But he wasn’t.
Yoongi had disappeared like smoke right through your fingers; exiting your night as abruptly as he’d entered it.
You weren’t inclined to stand on the sidewalk all night, stunned by your complete failure to see the plot for what it was. You slipped from the sidewalk, through the front door, and locked it behind you. And once you did, you stood there with your hand on the deadbolt for several moments — just in case.
When no one came to knock, you turned all the lights out and flipped the sign in the front window from open to closed. From there, you made your way to the back of the storage room. Finally reaching the stairwell door in the far corner, you unlocked it slowly like the wait would make a difference.
As you climbed the three flights to your apartment’s entrance, the night’s events formed a whirlpool in your mind. The playback settled it: there was simply no way that you were this wrong — not about this.
Clearly, you weren’t clairvoyant to the extent that Yoongi seemed to be. You hadn’t seen it coming when you nearly fell backwards off the bar, but he did. He’d kept his hand close all night like he sensed you’d need it. Just like he sensed every rock, paper, and scissor.
Even still, it felt like a premonition every time you turned to look at him at the same time he did; and you couldn’t put a finger on it.
That something was more than simply chatting with a person stuck in your close proximity — more than commiserating and drinking simultaneously. That was the nature of your job: circumstantial friendship. Not uncommon, not designed to last beyond last call.
This, though? Cosmic interfere or craziness, maybe, but not nothing. You weren’t superstitious and you didn’t necessarily believe in fate, but the odds of all of this had to be shockingly low.
It felt cinematic, in a way, or straight out of a dream. You would have believed it either way if the pinch of your fingers on your forearm didn’t debunk both theories. It was all too perfectly timed to be a coincidence, though, you knew that much.
Out of all the nights you’d worked at this bar — and all the years he’d been a customer — this was the one time your paths had crossed. And when they finally did, he found you right when you needed him. The same, you hoped, could be said for him.
Too Much meeting Not Enough, proving perfect balance. It was just right, but the ending didn’t fit.
Sure, he knew where to find you — but that was assuming he wanted to. With his quick and wordless departure, your confidence in that assumption wavered as you unlocked your apartment door and stepped inside.
The ball’s over, Cinderella. Sorry about your shoe.
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When his third call went to voicemail, Yoongi was ready to launch his phone down the alley.  
There was no fucking way that Seokjin — of all people — was asleep already. This could not be the night that he turned off whatever game he was playing and went to bed at a reasonable hour. Seokjin was rarely reasonable. As it turned out, he wasn’t reachable, either. 
Yoongi growled, kicking the nearby dumpster. He thought that some explosion of physical activity might take the focus off his anxiety, but it didn’t — it just made his foot hurt. 
“Fuck!”
He didn’t even want to make the plans he was now trying desperately to reschedule. He didn’t like fishing; he liked his friend, and his friend liked fishing. So, Yoongi agreed to share the cost of renting a boat that he would have to leave at five o’clock in the morning to catch.
If it's 00:17 now, I have three hours and forty-three minutes until —
The unexpected chiming of his phone stopped Yoongi’s pacing before he could wear a trench into the concrete. “Finally!” 
“Do you always yell at people instead of greeting them?” Seokjin scoffed. As expected, Yoongi could hear some sort of video game blaring in the background.
Typical.
“Hyung, I’m so sorry, but I'm not going to make it back in time. Can we re-schedule this fishing thing?”
Yoongi felt awful for having to ask in the first place, but he felt even worse as he anticipated Seokjin’s reaction. Yoongi swallowed disappointment and stewed in it. Seokjin was quite the opposite, and Yoongi didn’t want to ruin his night. 
To Yoongi’s surprise, he did not get yelled at the way he expected to. Instead, he got Seokjin’s juvenile, sing-song voice directed right into his ear, “Ooh, staying with Hyunjoo, are we?” 
Yoongi, having completely lost the plot, paused for a moment before asking, “Who?” 
“What?” 
Oh, fuck, was that her name? It’d slid out of his brain the second that abuse slid out of her mouth.
Quick to avoid that conversation, Yoongi sputtered, “I’ll give you the story tomorrow, hyung, but I really need to go. Can we push the fishing thing to another day?"
“Oh, I forgot to book the boat, so don’t worry about it!” Seokjin cheered and Yoongi was this close to following through with chucking his phone like a grenade. “Have fun with —” 
Not inclined to wait another second, Yoongi hung up and turned to sprint up the alley towards the bar’s entrance. When he reached it and found the lights out, he skidded to a stop so forcefully that he almost fell over. What the fuck? He tugged at the door handle just to make sure he wasn’t missing something. 
Didn’t he tell you he was going to make a phone call? 
Fuck! He'd said I'll call. He didn't say that he was going to call Seokjin, and he sure as shit hadn't clarified that he was going to do so right that second. There'd been no explanation, no “please wait because I promise I’m coming right back for you" — just a mad dash out the door to get rid of the only thing standing between him and more time with you. 
Shit, shit, shit. 
Yoongi never indulged in unadulterated rage because he decided a long time ago that it took more effort than it was worth. In that moment, though, he felt the overwhelming urge to punch himself right in the face. How did he fuck it all up this badly?
Instead, Yoongi scrubbed his hands over his face and begged his brain to figure out a better plan. He couldn’t just call you because he was too busy making googly eyes at you to ask for your number. He couldn’t pick the lock because it was illegal — and because he didn’t know how.
Unable to do anything else, Yoongi threw his head back with every intention of screaming at the sky. But before he could let his frustration rip out of his mouth, he saw it: his saving grace. 
Mere moments after he sprinted up the alley, Yoongi was tearing back down it like his life depended on it. The end of the iron emergency ladder sat too high off the ground for him to comfortably reach it, but — thankfully — he had garbage at his disposal. Without a second thought, he stacked whatever semi-sturdy trash he could find to bridge the gap between him and your fire escape. 
With all the strength and recklessness of a lovestruck teenager, Yoongi threw his twenty-four-year-old body upwards and grabbed hold of the nearest rung.
Maybe you overestimated that strength a little bit, eh, Yoongi?
He gritted his teeth and pulled himself up enough to swing a leg up, too. Groaning triumphantly, he hooked the bottom of his shoe on the lowest rung. 
From there, it was easy enough to reach the first landing. When it came time for Yoongi to tackle the other two, he picked up the pace — and he didn’t give a shit about how sore he’d be tomorrow. 
Finally, finally, finally, he reached his destination. Unfortunately, that fleeting moment of relief was replaced by fear as he stooped down to knock on your window. Staring back at him through the darkness was a pair of big, yellow eyes.
Yoongi shouted as he stumbled away from the window. He knocked over a planter on his way down, landing on his ass with a crash and a grunt. Adding insult to injury, that black cat looked positively smug as it stared down at him.  
It was quiet when you called out — in English — from another room. “Toph, did you break something? I thought we talked about this, bub." As your voice grew closer, you switched to Korean, "You can't ruin my stuff until you start contributing to this household.”
What's the incubation period for lovesickness?
Yoongi heard footsteps headed towards whatever room he’d failed to break and enter. He saw the light as it flicked on, and then he saw you — wearing a fluffy, tan headband with little, round ears at the top —with a bare face glistening as if you’d just finished tending to it.
Oh, fuck. Is lovesickness terminal? 
If your eyes opened any wider, they might’ve fallen right out of your skull. They would’ve landed where Yoongi did — in the mass grave of pepper sprouts he’d just outright annihilated. But they stayed beautiful where they belonged, and you simply gawked at each other. 
Yoongi spoke first despite not thinking first. “Toph? Like, Beifong?” 
Your shock gave way to the biggest, brightest smile and Yoongi was thankful it didn’t blind him. If it did, he would’ve missed the way your cheeks went pink to match the tips of your ears. Whatever the shade, it was his new favorite color.
Just bury me in this potting soil, doll. I'm dead. 
“Yoongi,” You started with a giggle that turned into a hum when you pursed your lips and tilted your head. Your eyes narrowed and then you asked, “Any reason why you chose the fire escape over the door?” 
The what? 
Sensing his confusion, you leaned out the window and pointed. Yoongi’s eyes followed the invisible line from your fingertip until they located an awning, which sat mere meters away from his impromptu stepstool made of trash.  
Inwardly, he winced. Outwardly, he turned to you with a lopsided smile. “I was checking out your little garden."
Yoongi cleared his throat, now wincing outwardly, “And, uh — then I killed it, a little bit. I promise I’ll replace everything as soon as the shops open. I am so —” 
“Cold? I bet,” You interrupted with a smirk, “Come inside then, Min Yoongi. Just don’t break the window too, alright?” 
You didn’t have to tell him twice.
Immediately, he was on his feet, furiously dusting potting soil off the back of his legs. When he suspected that he’d gotten it all, Yoongi turned around and glanced at you over his shoulder. Even without a question, you knew what he was asking; you signaled okay with your fingers and a giggle. 
With more care than he’d ever shown in his life, Yoongi crawled through the gap you created when you ducked back through the window. Once he had his feet underneath him again, he quickly toed off his shoes and plucked them off the tile.
As soon as he was upright again, you took his wrist in your hand — oh god, your skin is so criminally soft — and led him through your kitchen to the living room. 
Gently, you set his shoes down on the mat beside your front door. Then, you turned back around to gaze up at him. Looking at that face of yours, Yoongi forgot every word he’d ever learned. It was just his hammering heart beating in time with yours, until: 
“So, this is where I live.”
You were close enough that Yoongi could smell the toothpaste on your breath when you spoke, but still too far. You must’ve thought so, too, because you shifted your weight to your other foot and wound up slightly nearer to him. 
Yoongi hummed in reply, though he could barely hear it over his pulse pounding in his ears, “It’s nice.”
He didn’t actually know if that was the case because he’d spent every second so far staring at you, but he had faith that you’d prove him right.
More quiet, more anticipation disguised as quickening breaths.
Like a magnet, you drew him in. Yoongi echoed every tiny move you made towards him until the distance was gone; and he could feel the heat of your body mere centimeters from his.
This close, he could see flecks of gold in your irises that he hadn’t noticed before. Yoongi knew he shouldn't have been surprised. If he'd learned a single thing tonight it was that hidden treasures were par for the course with you.
“Yoongi.” 
It was baffling how you could sound so shy, even with desire blowing your pupils wide. Just as confounding was the fact that Yoongi knew, without question, that you felt it, too — that this new and perfect something was the start of everything.
“Please, just kiss me already.” 
That wasn’t an opportunity he’d ever expect to turn down. 
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You were already breathless, weightless, and floating in fucking space when you finally crossed over the threshold into your bedroom.
Because, fuck, that man took your oxygen with him whenever his lips left yours. Without even trying, he’d fashioned himself into a ventilator that you really might suffocate without.  
Thankfully, whenever he pulled away, he didn’t stray far. Even as you both stumbled towards your unmade bed, tripping over obstacles — up to and including Toph, whose favorite spot was between your ankles — there was always one hand on your hip and another lacing fingers through your hair. 
As you moved, you couldn’t help thinking of the leftovers you’d brought home from work before. All single-use encounters, wastes of time that you normally didn’t care to recall. Though he may end up being the last, Yoongi wasn’t the first person to have you in this position.
He was, however, the only person to rescind his tongue just to comment on the tiny, design details of your shit-box apartment. 
“How did you —” He paused to moan into your mouth when your teeth gently claimed his bottom lip. “Find a place with — oh, fuck, you taste like spearmint – original crown-molding in this —” The back of his knees bumped into the edge of your mattress and suddenly, he was sitting. “Neighborhood?” 
There was no way you could ever explain Min Yoongi’s duality. He was unequivocally, fatally hot — and simultaneously, he was the most endearing, grandfatherly person you’d ever encountered. Somehow, this mind-boggling man turned architectural factoids into dirty talk.
You might orgasm on the spot if he brought up your built-ins, and you didn’t know or care what that said about you as a person. 
“I’ll show you the blueprints later if you want,” you giggled while Yoongi ‘s cheeks flushed. Before he could find a reason to feel embarrassed, you tilted his chin up in order to kiss him properly. As you did, you murmured against his lips, “But if you take those jeans off, there’s something else I’d like to show you first.” 
Your little finger was near to his throat as you held his chin captive, so you felt it when it when he growled. Against your knuckle, in your chest, and in that growing ache in between your thighs. There was roughness in him that you’d only seen snippets of, but you’d bet that you could pull it out if you tried.  
Maybe not now while you were both masking nerves, but eventually. 
When Yoongi made to stand, you backed up to give him room to do so. You were already on your knees when his belt came off, unbuttoning his jeans before the leather even hit the floor. As you pulled that zipper down — slowly and carefully — you glanced up at him from under your lashes and watched the breath catch in his chest. 
It wasn’t the first time you noticed how fucking beautiful he was; in fact, that thought had been looping through your mind all night. But there was something new in his expression as he observed you taking his cock into your hand.
Something reverent, like he believed he should be the one on their knees.
A few languid, kitten licks at the tip, and his eyelids fluttered. They screwed shut entirely as you ran the flat of your tongue along the vein underneath. When your mouth finally enveloped him fully, his head drooped backwards as he groaned. 
Your name would never sound better than it did exhaled from Yoongi’s chest. 
More often than not, fellatio felt like an obligation. A quid pro quo, you always figured, though none of them kept up their end of the deal. But with Yoongi buried in the wet heat of your mouth, it was a gift you might never get tired of giving. Every breathy moan and involuntary twitch felt like a prize — and still, neither came close to the way it felt when he looked at you. 
In those fleeting moments when he could focus, of course. 
“I’m fucking dreaming,” Yoongi groaned, bringing his hands up and scrubbing them over his face. “Shit. Perfect figment of my imagination, that’s the only explanation for you. Where the fuck have you been my whole life?” 
You hummed as you let him slip out of your mouth. In turn, it prompted a flurry of expletives to slip out of his. Tracing a feather-light line from hilt to head, you smirked up at him, “Waiting at a bar for you to show up, Min Yoongi. You sure did take your time.” 
“Ugh, don’t remind me,” He laughed, “I already plan to regret that for the next — I don't know — forever?”
He dropped his hands from over his eyes and held them out to you. “Come here, angel. You’re too far away.” 
As soon as you were back on your feet, Yoongi enveloped you in the warmth of his arms. You were halfway to melting when he kissed you; dead and gone when he laid you back against the mattress; and downright astral projecting when the weight of his body was added to yours.  
Not to be dramatic, but is heaven a place on Earth? 
With your head resting comfortably on the pillow, you gazed up at Yoongi as he addressed the tied waistband of your sweatpants. It wasn’t until that knot came undone that you realized: if he’d come home with you earlier — before you’d swapped out your street clothes for shapeless knits — he would’ve had a prettier present to unwrap.  
Lace over your hip bones instead of cotton briefs. A black, balconette bra that made your tits into something worth looking at; not lackluster bareness that barely registered under your paint-stained t-shirt.  
Unintentionally mimicking him, you covered your face with your hands to conceal the way you were blushing. You didn’t even dare to peek through your fingers at him while he dragged your sweatpants down over your legs.
That is, not until you heard the world’s softest chuckle and it hit you like a bus. 
“Pretty girl,” Yoongi hummed. He left a chaste kiss on the top of your left thigh, and you whimpered. So sweet, so brief that your skin still tingled when he moved to mirror that kiss on your right thigh. “Where’d you go, baby?” 
Baby.  
That settled it. Min Yoongi was trying to kill you.
Nobody kissed you that carefully, not ever. No man, no woman, no one in between or beyond spoke to you that softly; turned you to putty in their hands with gentleness alone. Not like he did.
You were going to love him — you already knew it — and that stupid, four-letter word just sealed your fate. There wasn’t a single thing that you could do to prevent it, even if you wanted to. So, your options were limited to one:
Leaning into the fall. 
You reached out with the hand that once covered your face and grabbed him by the shirt to pull him closer. Once he was within range, with the tip of his nose bumping into yours, you stared him dead in the eye and told him just how badly you needed him inside of you. 
It took no time at all for the two of you to cast aside what remained of your clothing. Hand-me-downs mingled with designer items that exceeded the cost of your rent, and you didn’t give a fuck. You discarded your inhibitions in that heap, too, sitting up on your knees as he rolled a condom down his length. 
Yoongi’s return to you was marked by his hands cupping your face. He kissed you until you were no longer breathless, until you felt the rush of air filling your lungs. You followed his lead back down to the mattress where he rested on his side; and without any need for instruction, you draped your right leg over his hip. 
It was the closet you’d been to him, but it still wasn’t close enough 
“Is this okay?” Yoongi broke the kiss just to look at you.  
The fondness in his eyes was competing with concern, but that didn’t surprise you. Considerate to a fault, he’d no doubt been thrown for a loop when you went from zero to one hundred in merely half a second. “I can —” 
Oh, I bet you can.  
But you couldn’t wait. Impatient, through and through — and thoroughly dripping — you shook your head.
Your hand left its place on his bare bicep and dipped down to wrap around his cock. There were two individual heartbeats hammering in sync as you guided him to your cunt, though it sounded a lot like one. 
“Like you said earlier,” You sighed as he pushed into you. “Just right.” 
Six years later...
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also, this is an ode to those very special (very impermanent) nights with someone new that feel like perfect lifetimes in just the span of a few hours. in my experience, they never went anywhere (which i think made them more special, in hindsight) but i wanted to write a fic where things didn't stop there.
anyways, i'm very tired of writing words now, so please enjoy and let me know what you think 🫶🏻
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             LUNARIX is a six-member fictional girl group that debuted on July 17, 2023 under ANGELICO Entertainment. Rookies thrown into the UNFORGIVING landscape of the entertainment industry, Lunarix stands out amongst the rest with their UNCONVENTIONAL and QUIRKY sound and concept.
Originally known as "ANGELGIRLZ" during their pre-debut phase, the group faced immediate scrutiny. Their debut announcement quickly followed the disbandment of Angelico's top-performing groups, VENUS and DeepDive. Accusations arose, claiming that ANGELGIRLZ copied Venus' "VENUS PROJECT" with their pre-debut project, "The Angel Project." Angelico chose not to address these allegations.
The negative reception toward ANGELGIRLZ intensified when their leader, Angel, was exposed as a school bully. The group's pre-debut single, "Chu~♡," received a poor response from the public. Following this setback, Angel was removed from ANGELGIRLZ, and her contract with Angelico was terminated.
On their debut date of July 17, 2023, Siyeon, a former DollsWorld member, joined the lineup, completing the current six-member configuration. Despite this addition, Lunarix still struggles to gain widespread public affection and often becomes the target of online hate trains.
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Oh Siyeon, born on May 13th, 1999 under a Waning Crescent moon, in Daegu, South Korea, is the leader of Lunarix. Growing up in a bustling family with six siblings, Siyeon's journey to stardom seemed pre-determined by the universe.
From a young age, Siyeon displayed a big personality and an undeniable need to be on stage, setting her apart from her siblings. Her innate charisma and talent caught the attention of many, earning her the title of the "survival show princess." Siyeon participated in numerous survival shows, consistently making it to the finale but, unfortunately, never securing a spot in the final group. Despite this, she remained a beloved contestant among viewers.
SIYEON'S SURVIVAL SHOW RESUME !
KARA Project: RANK 3rd
PRODUCE 101: RANK 18th
IDOL SCHOOL: RANK 17th
MIXNINE: RANK 5th, failed to debut.
UNPRETTY RAPSTAR 2: Third runner-up
THE UNIT: RANK 12th
PRODUCE 48: RANK 14th
GP999: RANK 11th
In 2019, Siyeon finally made her official debut with the group DOLLSWORLD under Stormedia. However, the group's journey was short-lived, with only two comebacks before silently disbanding as all the members terminated their contracts.
Undeterred by the challenges, Siyeon embarked on a new chapter in 2021 when she joined Angelico Entertainment. Alongside her commitment to training, Siyeon continued to participate in various survival shows, showcasing her resilience and determination.
Her destiny took a pivotal turn when she joined Lunarix, stepping into the role of leader, main vocalist, and visual after the removal of their previous leader, Angel, predebut. Siyeon's presence brought renewed energy to the group, and her vocal prowess and captivating visuals contributed significantly to Lunarix's identity.
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STAGE NAME :: Siyeon
BIRTH NAME :: Oh Siyeon
Birthday :: May 13th 1999
Zodiac :: Taurus
Birthplace :: Daegu, South Korea
Hometown :: Daegu, South Korea
Ethnicity :: Korean
Nationality :: Korean
Faceclaim :: Lee Yeoreum
Height :: 160 cm || 5′3
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Liala Davis, born on January 20th, 1999 under a Waxing Crescent moon, in the picturesque city of Songkhla, Thailand. Growing up in a household where melodies were a constant companion, Liala's father, a copywriter, and her mother, a journalist and part-time singer, created an environment rich in musical inspiration.
From an early age, Liala found herself surrounded by the enchanting sounds of her mother's singing and her father's guitar playing during his free time. This harmonious upbringing laid the foundation for her love affair with music. Seeing she was an only child for the majority of her life, Liala was often spoiled by her parents, earning her the title of "Princess" by friends and family.
Liala's journey to becoming an idol ignited during her school days when she, alongside her friends, watched a performance by 4minute on YouTube.
As a natural leader, Liala took charge as the head of her school's dance team, showcasing her skills and passion for performance. However, her path took a turn when she caught the attention of Angelico Entertainment. Accepted into the agency, Liala dedicated herself to training, and her exceptional talents quickly set her apart. After Laila left Thailand to train in South Korea, her parents welcomed another baby girl into the world, making Laila a big sister.
For three years, Liala honed her craft, perfecting her vocals and dance moves, before finally making her debut as the main vocalist and lead dancer of Lunarix.
゙ . ✩ . ' ۫           INFORMATION!
STAGE NAME :: LIALA
BIRTH NAME :: Liala Davis
Birthday :: January 20th 1998
Zodiac :: Aquarius 
Birthplace :: Songkhla, Thailand
Hometown :: Songkhla, Thailand
Ethnicity :: Mixed ( Black + European )
Nationality :: Thai
Faceclaim :: Madison Bailey
Height :: 175 cm || 5′9
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Kim Taerin, born on August 12th, 2000, under a Full Moon, in the bustling city of Seoul, South Korea, is a multifaceted talent with a mysterious and complex past that only adds to the intrigue surrounding her.
Not much is known about Taerin's family life, as she has kept her childhood tightly guarded from the public eye. Internet sleuths, however, have unraveled some details, revealing a heartbreaking story. Taerin was adopted at the age of 5 by a couple in Seoul after tragically losing her parents and older brother in a devastating house fire. She has openly stated that her childhood is something she prefers not to remember, and the people who raised her are no longer a part of her life.
Struggling academically and socially, Taerin found solace in music. Remarkably, at just 15 years old, she began producing music on SoundCloud, showcasing an innate talent for crafting beats and melodies. Her journey took a turn as she delved into the producer scene, adopting the alias SEEU. Under this moniker, she began producing for lesser-known groups and Korean hip-hop artists, navigating a scene that forced her to mature rapidly.
Facing the challenges of this unconventional path, Taerin left home at the young age of 17 to pursue her craft independently. The details of how she caught the attention of Angelico Entertainment remain shrouded in mystery, but it marked a turning point in her life. Under the guidance of the label, Taerin cleaned up her image and concealing a majority of her past with the help of Angelico.
She'd debut in Lunarix as their main rapper, lead vocalist, and producer.
゙ . ✩ . ' ۫           INFORMATION!
STAGE NAME :: Taerin
BIRTH NAME :: Kim Taerin
Birthday :: August 12th 2000
Zodiac :: Leo
Birthplace :: Seoul, South Korea
Hometown :: Seoul, South Korea
Ethnicity :: Korean
Nationality :: Korean
Faceclaim :: Kim Suhyun
Height :: 173 cm || 5′8
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Evangeline Rostova, fondly known as Evie, entered the world on June 5th, 2001 under a Full Moon, in Vladivostok, Russia. As the middle child in a family of academically gifted siblings, Evie faced the challenge of standing out. While academics might not have been her forte, she discovered her true strengths lay in dance, singing, and, much to her mother's delight, gymnastics.
By the age of 17, Evie had become a decorated gymnast, on the brink of securing a coveted spot in the Olympics. However, destiny had other plans for her. Choosing to leave her gymnastics career behind, Evie embarked on a journey to Korea to train under the esteemed Angelico Entertainment.
This significant decision came at a cost, as her mother, unable to comprehend her daughter's pursuit, severed all ties, deeming Evie a "disgrace." Despite this, Evie maintained connections with her siblings.
In the vibrant landscape of Korean entertainment, Evie's talents shone brightly. She came close to securing a spot in the highly sought-after girl group VENUS and explored various other projects under Angelico Entertainment. The anticipation built up until the moment arrived for her to make her much-awaited debut.
Joining Lunarix, Evie assumed the roles of Main Dancer, Lead Singer, and Rapper. Her multifaceted talents added a new dimension to the group, creating a dynamic presence on stage.
゙ . ✩ . ' ۫           INFORMATION!
STAGE NAME :: Evie
BIRTH NAME :: Evangeline Rostova
Birthday :: June 5th 2001
Zodiac :: Gemini
Birthplace :: Vladivostok, Russia
Hometown :: Vladivostok, Russia
Ethnicity :: Russian
Nationality :: Russian
Faceclaim :: Nova
Height :: 157 cm || 5′2
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Jang Yoomi, born on October 10th, 2001 under a Last Quarter moon, in the bustling city of New York, started her life in the fast-paced environment of the United States before making a significant move to Ulsan, South Korea, at the age of seven. Yoomi's transition was marked by challenges as she grappled with a shy demeanor and struggled with the Korean language, having not spoken it at all during her time in America.
Coming from a family of high-profile business owners and CEOs, Yoomi and her siblings were sent to the highest-ranked private school in Korea. Despite her academic strength, Yoomi faced a tough time adapting to the new environment. Her weak Korean skills and reserved nature made her a target for bullying and harassment, reaching a breaking point when a particular incident left her with a broken nose and cracked ribs.
In response to the escalating situation, Yoomi's parents, determined to provide a safer environment for their daughter, pulled her out of the school. They used their influence to secure her a trainee position at Angelico Entertainment, a move aimed at nurturing Yoomi's talents in a more supportive setting. Completing her schooling online, Yoomi flourished as one of Angelico's top trainees, showcasing her resilience and determination.
She officially debuted in Lunarix as their main dancer, lead rapper, and vocalist.
゙ . ✩ . ' ۫           INFORMATION!
STAGE NAME :: Yoomi
BIRTH NAME :: Jang Yoomi
Birthday :: October 10th 2001
Zodiac :: Libra
Birthplace :: New York, New York
Hometown :: Ulsan, South Korea
Ethnicity :: Korean
Nationality :: Korean-American
Faceclaim :: Lee Chaeryeong
Height :: 162 cm || 5′4
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Navi Pandya, born on November 7, 2002 under a Waxing Crescent moon, in Odisha, India. Despite being the youngest member, Navi possesses a remarkable and accomplished portfolio that reflects her dedication to her craft.
Details about Navi's early childhood remain relatively private, with dancing emerging as a defining element of her upbringing. Inspired by her four sisters, all accomplished dancers themselves, Navi harbored aspirations to emulate their artistic prowess. Influenced by prominent K-pop groups such as Wonder Girls and Miss A, she commenced her trainee journey under JYP Entertainment.
Navi's introduction to the K-pop scene was marked by her participation in the survival show SIXTEEN, where she advanced to the finale, sadly not making it into the final group, TWICE. Undeterred, Navi continued her journey on Produce 101, where she not only ranked an impressive 5th but also went on to debut with I.O.I, earning the endearing title of the "nation's baby."
However, post I.O.I, Navi's career hit a standstill. Expectations were high for her potential debut in ITZY, but a departure from JYP due to contractual disagreements altered her trajectory. Joining FLOWERBANK Entertainment, Navi faced challenges, expressing dissatisfaction with a mismanaged solo career and several promised group debuts that failed to materialize. This period led to a decline in the momentum she gained during her I.O.I days.
In 2022, Navi made a significant move by joining Angelico Entertainment, marking a turning point in her career. Debuting with Lunarix as their main dancer, center, and lead rapper in 2023.
゙ . ✩ . ' ۫           INFORMATION!
STAGE NAME :: Navi
BIRTH NAME :: Navi Pandya
Birthday :: November 7, 2002
Zodiac :: Scorpio
Birthplace :: Odisha, India
Hometown :: Odisha, India
Ethnicity :: Indian
Nationality :: Indian
Faceclaim :: Sriya Lenka
Height :: 170 cm || 5′7
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roo-bastmoon · 3 months
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Happy birthday, Tae!
Kim Taehyung was born at 5:56am on December 30, 1995 in Daegu, South Korea.
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It's the way I'm 100% certain that even if they aren't allowed to post on social media, my bias is gonna find a way to make sure his soulmate knows he's loved today.
Hoping Tae has a good birthday, stays warm and healthy, and doesn't have to train too hard!
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December 8, 2023 -
Jk goes live days before enlistment! As he walks back to his place, he mentions that “crazy fans” are at the front of his home these days, and reminds them (even though he shouldn’t have to, people really should learn respect and boundaries) not to come.
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Timestamp 3:48
To compound this point, and how under a microscope members are, someone shouts out as he walks back to his home, “Kim Taehyung,” which causes Jk to look back, before he says he won’t show his (shaved) hair.
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Timestamp 4:58 https://x.com/kookieantae4eva/status/1733541288413429887?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
Back at his home, Jk shares that he got Bam in Daegu (and how sweet is it that Jk picked the puppy who couldn’t drink his mom’s milk?) -
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Timestamp 14:09
Which, of course, naturally made myself and everyone else flashback to when Daegu-born Taehyung shared this precious photo of him and Daegu-born puppy Bam on Weverse, and wrote that he raised Bam since he was young -
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And during Festa 2021, Tae had commented he wanted to find a friend for Tannie, but his dad may hesitate about him getting a second dog. Jk had smiled knowingly and said his dad would meet the dog and “love it.”
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Recap of Tae’s Weverse post - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2021/668193486339801088/november-16-2021 
Recap of Festa 2021 - https://www.tumblr.com/taekooktimeline2021/654793371031928832/start-of-may-mid-may-2021
Festa 2021 raw link - https://youtu.be/wRWMeT6ykFU?si=GJpgCuj35GGhnuFw, Timestamp for conversation is 13:03
With only fifteen minutes left in his live, Jk informs viewers that he’s sweaty and he’s going to change. As he steps off camera, he sings BTS’ “blood sweat sweat & tears” but he changes it to “blood, sweat, get it out.”
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Timestamp 1:16:11 https://x.com/nonakv99/status/1733116445737861282?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/camthkim/status/1733112709363933441?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
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As noted above, Jk’s change of lyrics is a direct reference to Jinny’s Kitchen: Team Building (S1, 2023), when Wooshik (Wooga member, actor and Tae’s friend) made a mistake during the God of Communication game. Jk changing BTS’ lyrics to Wooshik’s indicates Jk watched the two-part series.
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https://x.com/vitaemintae/status/1733115070559969456?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg https://x.com/tkkslayy/status/1733116530039345225?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
Jk originally was wearing this outfit when he first started his live -
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But when there were only about 13 minutes left of his live, he emerges from off camera in a new outfit, his ��fight for love” Rloveution pride collection sweater. Interestingly, after changing into this sweater, he sings three snippets of Taehyung’s “Layover” songs. He didn’t change out of his “sweaty” clothes for over an hour, so I find this to be a statement, but please decide as you like.
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Timestamp 1:17:23 (when he sits back down)
Outfit -
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Jk asks what he should do, then starts singing Tae’s “slow dancing.”
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Timestamp 1:18:55 - 1:19:40 https://x.com/_k91230v_/status/1733114210887033334?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
Accepting various requests, he sings brief excerpts such as BTS’s “Let Go.” However, he refuses to sing “Magic Shop,” explaining that it’s too high (refer to the screenshot below), though he expresses willingness to listen to it. Immediately after, he spontaneously sings a snippet from another of Tae’s songs, specifically “Love Me Again,” with the lyrics “love me again…love…nobody else.”
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Timestamp 1:23:26 - 1:23:32 https://x.com/_k91230v_/status/1733115083721740545?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
He seamlessly performs a series of song snippets, beginning with the word “euphoria” and transitioning to “louder than bombs I break.” Following that, he melodiously croons, “rainy days, I’m thinking ‘bout you,” blending words and melody while swaying to the rhythm. Notably, this is from Tae’s creation, “Rainy Days,” featured in his solo debut album “Layover.” Subsequently, he skillfully weaves in the words “fake love” and a snippet of “my you,” followed by a diverse array of snippets from various other songs.
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Timestamp 1:24:24 - 1:24:36 https://x.com/_k91230v_/status/1733115465634111888?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg Compilation of Jk singing three of Tae’s songs - https://x.com/eri_purpledream/status/1733117037030133875?s=46&t=StSwHjW0_Domk_lHUFMaCg
Raw - https://weverse.io/bts/live/3-142418350
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✿ ، With the rise of long-form video essays on YouTube, user GOTHIC GWYN changed the K-Pop fandom with her seventy-five-minute analysis, PLASTIC FLOWERS: BREAKING THE INDIE SCENE. Since it was posted in 2023, the video has reached over 5 million views and GOTHIC GWYN still posts semi-regularly. The video describes the five members of Plastic Flowers, the former members, their relationships with each other, and their role in the multimedia universe created by their entertainment company. This layout was inspired by the lovely myah aka @/venusvity !
This video contains the following trigger warnings: Fighting (Salem); Resentment from her parents, Disownment, Eating Disorders (Serin). Mentions of toxic relationships, but not described as well. Please let me know if anything is missing!
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( PART I: I AM FRAGILE AND UNHOLY. OPEN. RAVAGE. EAT. ... MILIN KUEAKULSRI ) ⬭ The story of Plastic Flowers naturally begins with founder and leader Salem Kueakulsri. Though born in Hat Yai, Thailand, she moved to California at a young age due to her father's job and paternal grandmother's growing health issues. Her parents used the "1-parent-1-language" system in her home and she was fluent in Thai because she learned the language at such a young age. Her nickname Salem was given to her by her father when she was born due to her birthday being on October 31. She's always preferred Salem to her birth name, Milin, since it makes her seem more unique and was given to her by her favorite person.
In late 2013, the family moved to Ulsan, South Korea after the funeral of her grandmother and both of her parents wanting to return to their original lives. Her father was given a promotion and that lead him to the South Korean branch of the company. Salem begged her parents to let her attend an Arts High School in South Korea and after passing the entrance exam, she promised to keep her grades up no matter what to remain there. Many students tended to stay away from her given her "resting bitch face" and she did not make friends until the next year when she was approached by Choi Chaesol in their science class. The pair became lab partners and soon Siyoon was invited to join her small friend group, which also included Choi Seowon and Ying Shuhang.
Not long into their friendship, they realized a mutual love for creating music and performing. Siyoon had been learning the guitar in her free time since early middle school and had recently moved on to the bass. As the only member with a background in music—as the other three were just learning to play their instruments—she was promoted to the 'leader' of the group and began songwriting with primarily Shuhang. They would continue with informal practice sessions until their first single was published on Soundcloud and reached limited success.
The band was contacted by many entertainment companies in South Korea and after a heated argument about the band's future, Salem took the name and their songs to Superbloom Media for herself. Without any band members left, she was forced to start from the bottom again in this new era of Plastic Flowers and make connections with these new trainees. She remained the leader and the head of their comebacks until recently.
✿ ، BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION.
Stage Name. Salem ( 살렘 ).
Birth Name. Milin Kueakulsri ( มิลิน เกื้อกูลศรี ).
Born. October 31, 1998 in Hat Yai, Thailand.
Position. Leader, Vocalist, Bassist.
Years Active. 2014 — present.
Label. Supberbloom Media.
Face Claim. Nicha Yontararak.
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( PART II: I TALK TO GOD BUT THE SKY IS EMPTY. ... KANG JUNYEONG ) ⬭ Born in one of the poorest neighborhoods of Daegu, Kang Junyeong knew from an early age that he would do anything to get out of there. Most of his neighbors had been living in that town their entire lives and that was not something that interested in. His single father was never able to afford much beyond necessities on his small yearly salary so Junyeong was tasked with finding different ways to entertain himself after completing his school work. While watching the school's talent show, he was introduced to a local dance trope with boys from his grade and decide to reach out after seeing how much attention that they got. From there, he was accepted into the group and learned street dancing, often competing against other groups in Daegu. He loved dancing and saw an opportunity to get out his neighborhood after discovering 1Million studio's video and choreography credits. He knew that if he worked hard enough, they would accept him and he became dedicated to learning every style of dance he could without paying for lessons.
While visiting Seoul for a school field trip, Junyeong was scouted by three entertainment companies based on his good looks even at fourteen years old—YG Entertainment, Jellyfish Entertainment, and Superbloom Media. He auditioned for all three of the companies and despite his dancing abilities, he could neither sing nor rap and was rejected by both YG and Jellyfish, leaving him with only Superbloom. In 2015, the company was in a bad place as they chartered failed group after failed group and needed to take out thousands in loans. In 2017, he was reached out by another company to transfer after seeing his work and when he was considering it, he was placed in the lineup of Plastic Flowers, which he thought was a traditional idol boy group. He was sourly mistaken and forced to learn the drums even after putting up a fight about his role in the group.
Even if it had been five years since then, Junyeong is still bitter about what happened to him. Rather than ever showing off his dance skills and improved vocal abilities, he was stuck behind a drum kit and expected to act like it was all fun. Even worse, many critiqued him playing from the beginning and said Junyeong was only going to keep Plastic Flowers in nuguhell due to his poor abilities. This forced him to work harder to perfect his craft and he's become pretty good at his new position. He refuses to work with the rest of the members on songwriting and producing, instead forcing them to figure out the perfect drum line for each of their songs in protest. Only Salem can tolerate Junyeong, often leaving him separated from the rest of the group despite everything they've gone through.
✿ ، BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION.
Stage Name. Junyeong ( 준영 ).
Birth Name. Kang Junyeong ( 강준영 ).
Born. June 11, 1999 in Daegu, South Korea.
Position. Drummer, Vocalist, Visual.
Years Active. 2017 — present.
Label. Supberbloom Media.
Face Claim. Choi Yeonjun.
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tw // childhood trauma relating to jiyeon being treated worse than her older sisters, disownment, eating disorders.
( PART III: I WAS THE GIRL WHO NEVER UNDERSTOOD WHO SHE WAS TO PEOPLE ... LEE JIYEON ) ⬭ Lee Jiyeon grew up in a house based around perfection. Both of her parents were traditional doctors and they meticulously planned their live together, well everything expect the birth of Jiyeon in early summer of 2000. She has two older sisters, Jisu and Jihye, both born in the early 1990s and were apart of their parents plan. Because of this, Jiyeon was label as the black sheep of her family and was often treated worse than her older sisters with harsh exceptions about school work and health. Her mother enrolled all three of her daughters into ballet at an early age and given the horror stories about ballet teachers giving their student's body issues, Kim Jinsook was heavily involved in what her children consumed as her health specialty.
Similar to future bandmate Junyeong, Jiyeon knew that she was not going to remain in Jecheon for very long. Her older sisters had already moved out by the time she reached high school and there was nothing holding her to the city. While talking with her dance friends, Jiyeon was persuaded to audition for various entertainment companies behind her parents backs. They were expecting her to either follow in their footsteps or go into a similar field. Jiyeon, however, had other plans. She was desperate to get into an entertainment company and move to Seoul, so she began looking up videos to teacher herself to sing before her parents came home and auditioned under the ruse of visiting Seoul with her friends.
In 2015, she was accepted into Superbloom Media and they were the first to give her a decision. Desperate to get out, she took it and was disowned when they heard Jiyeon's plan to become an idol. She stayed in the dorms year-round and was Superbloom transferred her to a local public school. She was known as one of the best female dancers in the company, easily transitioning between styles. However, she was not upset at the chance of being in Plastic Flowers since she had debt to the company and needed to pay it back as quickly as she could. With the help of Salem and Gwyn, Jiyeon learned how to play the guitar and is the third most important vocalist behind the two leads.
✿ ، BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION.
Stage Name. Serin ( 세린 ).
Birth Name. Lee Jiyeon ( 이지연 ).
Born. June 12, 2000 in Jecheon, North Chungcheong, South Korea.
Position. Guitarist, Vocalist.
Years Active. 2017 — present.
Label. Supberbloom Media.
Face Claim. Park Chaewon.
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( PART IV: FLOWERS GROW BACK, EVEN AFTER THEY ARE STEPPED ON, SO WILL I. ... OH DEURIM ) ⬭ Oh Deurim was born in the suburbs of Seoul and had grown up attending busking events with her friends after school. As the youngest child of three, she was given the freedom to realistically do anything under her parents supervision. She was gifted in the humanities subjects, particularly finding literature and poetry her favorite pieces to study. Throughout her teen years, she read poetry in any language she could get her hands on and spend hours trying to translate it. She began writing her own poetry at thirteen and that would become the base for her songwriting abilities later into her training career.
In 2015, Deurim was accepted into Superbloom Media as one of the first generation of trainees under Shin Yeonghui's reign. She was slated to debut with Celatum in 2017, at just sixteen years old, however, she was pulled from the lineup right before debut and replaced by Jeong Soomin. There are still pre-debut photos and videos featuring Deurim, making many wonder what happened behind the scenes. The next time fans saw her, she was competing on Superbloom's only survival show, Timefighter, which formed the group of the same name. She began the competition with good spirits and fans easily falling for her visuals and talent. However, after being promoted to leader and showing her colors as a harsh one, her rank dropped significantly and she was never able to recover. As the weeks went on, her rank began to fluctuate between eleventh and fourteenth, however, she just made the adjusted lineup by two places that same year.
Having expressed Plastic Flowers being one of her favorite bands and Salem her greatest inspirations, she was invited by Yeonghui to join the band after they suspended Minghui's contract at the end of July. She was introduced as a new member of the band in May 2022 and was surprisingly accepted by fans quickly.
✿ ، BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION.
Stage Name. Deurim ( 드림 ).
Birth Name. Oh Deurim ( 오드림 ).
Born. July 7, 2001 in Seoul, South Korea.
Position. Pianist, Vocalist.
Years Active. 2021 — present.
Label. Supberbloom Media.
Face Claim. Kim Suhyeon.
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( PART V: ALL TIME EVER DOES IS PASS AND ALL I EVER DO IS REMEMBER. ... OLIVER SONG ) ⬭ Born in 2001 and the youngest member of Plastic Flowers, Oliver Song is a musical prodigy. His musical talents were discovered at an early age through piano lessons and he quickly moved through the different difficulties of music. Not long after that, he chose to learn the violin alongside the piano while in elementary school and showed the same advanced performance. He continued down this road and learned to sing while he was an active member of the church choir near his childhood home. In 2013, he was even accepted into the Boston Arts Academy and trained for two years before he was accepted into Superbloom Media. His mentors wanted him to attend lower-level auditions to gain more confidence and Superbloom was holding something online, so they filmed and sent in a video thinking nothing of it.
In the fall of 2015, he was accepted into the trainee program at Superbloom and offered a spot in Seoul, South Korea. Oliver, not wanting to miss such an opportunity, looked deeper into K-pop and had a few discussions with the scouting manager for North America about what his future would look like. After this and convincing his parents, Oliver Song moved to Seoul alone right before the new year to begin his training journey. There, he became close with his future bandmate Lin Minghui as two of the only foreign trainees. Oliver struggled the most with dancing and looking confident while performing, which caused him to be placed in more lessons throughout the day and switch to an online high school. Surprisingly, in late 2016, he was added to the new lineup of Plastic Flowers and given the stage name Gwyn right before their debut. While not the original lead vocalist, fans seemed to enjoy his voice more and the switch was made after their 16 month hiatus.
In 2019, Oliver was cast as one of 60 contestants on the talent show Superband and was the youngest at just seventeen years old during filming. Though he had been learning Korean for almost three years at that point, he still struggled with speaking and having the confidence to articulate his own thoughts. Despite that, fans rallied behind Oliver as one of the show's main narrators and his talents. For his introduction stage, he performed his self-composed song Stardust which received praise from all the judges and earned him the role of Frontman, meaning he could choose his own bandmates for the next round. His group, which performed Starved, lost 4:1 and while it was sad at the moment, he was chosen to be part of Park Hyeongjin's winning teams for the next two rounds. He proved himself a top-tier vocalist alongside Isaac Hong in Royals and The Time of My Life, which made him deeply sought by the other contestants when forming their own Superbands. In the end, he ended with original partner Sawyer Lee, Kang Jihun, and Kim Minjae as Death Valley, which earned 45,000 votes and Second Place with their final song Easier.
With the show's conclusion in July 2019, Plastic Flowers released their mini-album Wind and Rain in late August to keep up with his growing momentum. However, given the small fanbase of any group from Superband, the Plastics still heavily struggled as fans demanded a return of Death Valley as well. For the next three years, they would continue to miss the mark until Teeth was released in 2020. For three months, you could not go anywhere without hearing Teeth domestically and internationally, even going viral in Tiktok. With that album, Oliver was given the role of producer by the Superbloom representatives and has been working hard to emulate the success of his earlier work. In March of 2023, he also be the first member to make their solo debut.
✿ ، BIOGRAPHICAL INFORMATION.
Stage Name. Oliver ( 올리버; 2017 — present ) / Gwyn ( 그윈; 2016 ).
Birth Name. Oliver Finn Song
Other Names. Song Iseo ( 송이서 ).
Born. December 12, 2001 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America.
Position. Vocalist, Rhythmic Guitar, and Violinist.
Years Active. 2016 — present.
Label. Supberbloom Media.
Face Claim. Matthew Seok.
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synopsis: an in depth look at kang juyeon’s life prior to debut, including both information known by the public and unknown by the public.
a/n: bold is public information!
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kang juyeon was born may sixteenth nineteen ninety nine in daegu to her parents, sangjun (b. 1963) and miyoung (b.1965), and her older sister minju (b.1993). her father worked as an english teacher at a high school in daegu and her mother took care of the girls until he got home before leaving to clean businesses after closing. growing up her family was always very affectionate and close, often spending time going on trips and sleeping all squished together in bed. to this day, juyeon cites her positive upbringing as her source of strength in life.
unbeknownst to the general public, grief struck her family early into her life concerning her older sister, who was 10 at the time. on november fourth, 2003, kang minju passed away after suffering an accidental drowning while at a friends house. this period of her family’s life was very difficult and lead to her parents exhibiting overly-protective tendencies, a likely factor in juyeon’s fear of water and anxiety around new people.
a few years after this incident juyeon’s parents decided to begin enrolling her in a sport, which happened to be dancing - per her choosing. she attended a hip hop academy that was only a short ride from her house and joined their “junior crew” for dancers aged 6-10. even though she had no prior experience with dancing other than with her family and friends, juyeon quickly fell in love with her newfound hobby and attended every practice and performance diligently. only a few months after starting to dance she found an interest in music and singing, deciding to join her school’s band and later choir teams.
in january of 2010, only a few days after new years, her father was called by choi sutae, president of songwon university in gwangju. he was offered a job as a professor in a few different english courses and quickly accepted this opportunity. the kangs were relocated by the end of march and though juyeon was sad to leave her friends behind in daegu, her mom did prior research to find her a suitable new dance academy. in hindsight, this may have been one of the best decisions for juyeon. her new academy offered her expertise, hip hop, as well as other styles she hadn’t been able to explore before such as jazz, ballet, and contemporary.
after settling into her new environment, juyeon fully dedicated herself to her after-school practices and weekend performances. she tried every style offered and often went home going over the choreography again. her efforts were noticed by the teachers in her classes and juyeon was able to make her way to the center position, where her priorities changed from simply learning the choreography well to perfecting her presence on stage. after diving so far into her passion for dancing, juyeon then began thinking about making her own dances, which led her to thinking about making her own music.
juyeon’s first ever song was created on the laptop she had received for christmas in 2011, and it had been completed with a choreography by mid-january of 2012. although she never posted her very first song on soundcloud like she would later into her musical journey, juyeon described it as very beat heavy and less focused on lyrics. she spent many sleepless nights on this project and especially fatigued her body after already attending her dance classes. for the next few years after this initial song her inspiration for music shifted from choreography focused to actual music focused. she started out building a beat from nothing to something, leading to a lot of her songs sounding pretty similar, but her real artistry started once she found out what samples were.
after finding samples from around the internet, juyeon was able to not only work the rest of a song around it, but it was also a good way for her to find examples of what she could recreate in her own way.
at this same time, due to her dad being a college-level english professor with his expertise in english-speaking cultures, juyeon’s proficiency in the language was held at a high standard. and although she sometimes struggled with this expectation it eventually lead her to the opportunity to exchange to america for a semester.
from september to mid december 2013 juyeon lived with a host family in eugene, oregon, where a lot of international students attended the university of oregon. her host family was also korean and had a daughter the same age named mina who was considered a best friend by the time she had to return to korea. juyeon went by billie during her time in america, leading to her eventual stage name. this time was certainly hard for juyeon; she missed her family and friends, she wasn’t attending any dance classes, and every day was an overwhelming culture shock after another. however, juyeon looks back on this time fondly. she made some good friends that she still talks to and cites this experience as a big growing point for her as a person. alongside the english language, juyeon learned a lot about the american culture, history, and people. it really changed her perspective on the world and opened her mind to greater possibilities.
after returning to korea for christmas and new years, juyeon finished her second year of middle school and began her last. as a celebration for juyeon’s hard work in america and graduating her second year, she and her family took a short trip to seoul and spent most of their time wandering around and finding shops and restaurants to stop at. during one of these days out with her parents, juyeon was approached by a jyp staff member and offered the opportunity for an audition. she was given a card and told to call if she was interested.
juyeon’s parents were a little iffy about the idea at first. their image of idols was not as admirable as their daughters, who had been a fan of quite a few artists over the past few years such as; wonder girls, f(x), 4minute, shinee, and exo. however, juyeon was certain she could convince them. during her process convincing her parents juyeon revealed the music she had been working on which happened to be the straw that broke the camels back. her parents saw her interest as well her potential and finally gave in late april, stating that as long as she kept studying english diligently and didn’t let her grades drop, she could join as a trainee on her 15th birthday. obviously, juyeon did exactly as told and joined may sixteenth, 2014.
in june 2014 juyeon met the first member of the now permanent group stray kids. after a dance class juyeon was getting her stuff together when an older boy came up to her and complimented her dancing. juyeon, who had been shy all her life, was still new to jyp and very embarrassed by this sudden recognition. however, to compensate for her awkward nature, she was extremely friendly to this stranger and ended up going to the cafeteria with him for dinner (which ended up being a great decision). during this dinner, juyeon learned that bang chan joined in 2010 from australia. their numbers were exchanged, and after furthering their friendship, they began making music side by side, offering constructive criticism and suggestions for each others productions. chan and juyeon’s friendship was the foundation for what came after - 3racha and subsequently stray kids. this is also the reason why her place in their group meant so much, as netizens at the time of the survival show didn’t understand why she needed to be in the group.
the group, formed by chan with help from juyeon, was completed just a few months prior to filming the survival show. although this process was in no way official, it made it easier for chan to take his ideal debut team to evaluations, which they passed. however, their excitement was short-lived as now they had to prove their worth directly to jyp. while on the show, juyeon faced a lot of stress in order to be competent enough to debut within their hand-made group. jyp stated that her opportunity to debut in the ‘boy group’ depended on her ability to not only meet his expectations but exceed them. she couldn’t just be as good as their best member, she needed to be better. the majority of these days were spent working constantly in fear of not meeting the standards, and the blood sweat and tears she put into debuting was recognized by jyp at the end of the show. juyeon, as well as all of the other members, were granted their debut and finally, on march 25th, 2018, stray kids debuted as a 10 member group with district nine.
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⇢ 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐦 ,,
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𝐏𝐑 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 !
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━━ born 1st february, 1996
━━ in new orleans, louisiana, 🇺🇸
━━ as Bonnie Charleston
━━ also tony's photography, so thank you B for all the stellar pics and teaching nio your experienced ways
━━ part-time pr manager, full-time big sister to tony and mattie
𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫 !
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━━ born 23rd april, 1994
━━ in daegu, south korea 🇰🇷
━━ named Park Hajin / Haley Park
━━ has a daughter, chaeyoung, who gets along amazingly with mattie since they're the same age, of which whom tony adores immensely
━━ has big mother hen energy, and does not take any kind of disrespect towards tony as both a person and driver
𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 !
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━━ born 15th august, 1998
━━ in osaka, japan 🇯🇵
━━ named Renée Watanabe
━━ miss girl is a world-famous, award-winning musician
━━ tony and renée have been best friends since 2014, as they both attended the same school in texas, and for her career, renée decided to make the move with him, his aunt, and brother to monaco; as of 2022 however, for career purposes, she's moved to california.
━━ face claim is ryujin from itzy
𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐫 !
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━━ born 18th october, 1987
━━ in austin, texas 🇺🇸
━━ named Tristan Bailey
━━ he's actually tony's biological uncle from his dad's side, and they're super close... he's also sort of the mediator in the rocky relationship that sits between tony and his father
━━ tony has been actively plotting to set his uncle and his manager, haley, up since day one, but don't tell them that !
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Meet Tomorrow X Together: A guide to the group's members, tour, awards and more
Since its debut in 2019, Tomorrow X Together, also known as TXT, has become of the most recognizable groups to rise out of South Korea's music scene. From chart-hitting releases to record-setting firsts, Tomorrow X Together continues to make its name known in the industry and across the world.
And with over 14.3 million followers on Instagram, 10.7 million followers on Twitter and 8.9 million monthly listeners on Spotify, Tomorrow X Together's success is not slowing down any time soon. The group recently embarked on the U.S. leg of its world tour with stops in New York, Los Angeles, Washington D.C. and more.
Here's everything you need to know about the K-pop group Tomorrow X Together, from its members to its milestones and "Act: Sweet Mirage" world tour.
Who is Tomorrow X Together?
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Tomorrow X Together (pronounced Tomorrow by Together) is a five member boy group under Big Hit Music, a subsidiary of HYBE Corporation. Big Hit Music is also home to BTS, while stars including Seventeen, Nana and Enhypen are in the HYBE family of artists.
Comprised of members Yeonjun, Soobin, Beomgyu, Taehyun and Hueningkai, the group debuted with "Crown" in 2019. Tomorrow X Together is the second boy group to debut under Big Hit Music.
How many members are in Tomorrow X Together?
There are five members:
Yeonjun (Full name: Choi Yeon-jun) Born Sept. 13, 1999. Hometown: Seoul, South Korea.
Soobin (Full name: Choi Soo-bin) Born Dec. 5, 2000. Hometown: Ansan, South Korea.
Beomgyu (Full name: Choi Beom-gyu) Born March 13, 2001. Hometown: Daegu, South Korea.
Taehyun (Full name: Kang Tae-hyun) Born Feb. 5, 2002. Hometown: Seoul, South Korea.
Hueningkai (Full name: Kai Kamal Huening) Born Aug. 14, 2002. Born in Honolulu, Hawaii
What are Tomorrow X Together fans called?
The fandom name for Tomorrow X Together is "MOA.""MOA" stands for "moments of alwaysness," meaning that Tomorrow X Together and the fans share each and every moment always and forever, and together gather pieces to complete one dream.
Tomorrow X Together world tour 'Act: Sweet Mirage'
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On May 6, Tomorrow X Together kicked off the U.S. leg of the "Act: Sweet Mirage" world tour. The tour began earlier in South Korea on March 25 with two back-to-back shows at the KSPO Dome in Seoul. During the tour, the group will visit 16 cities across the globe with more dates to come. 
On the U.S. leg, Tomorrow X Together's stops include:
Charlotte, North Carolina – Spectrum Center (May 6).
Belmont Park, New York – UBS Arena (May 9 and May 10).
Washington, D.C. – Capitol One Arena (May 16).                    
Duluth, Georgia – Gas South Arena (May 19 and May 20).
San Antonio, Texas – AT&T Center (May 23 and May 24).
Los Angeles – BMO Stadium (May 27 and May 28).
Tomorrow X Together milestones
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Since debut, Tomorrow X Together has released three studio albums, one reissue, six EPs and multiple singles.
At the time of its debut, Tomorrow X Together was the fastest K-pop act to top the Billboard World Albums and World Digital Song Sales charts with the single "Crown" and EP "The Dream Chapter: Star." The group has hit several Billboard charts, including the Billboard 200 with three Top 10 entries and "The Name Chapter: Temptation" reaching No.1. On the Billboard World Albums chart, Tomorrow X Together has five No. 1 hits.
Throughout its career, Tomorrow X Together has won many awards. In 2019, the group won several new artist awards, including Rookie of the Year at the Asia Artist Awards, Best New Male Artist at the Genie Music Awards and Best New Male Artist at the MAMA Awards. In 2023, the group won the World K-pop Star award at the Circle Chart Music Awards. At the 2023 Hanteo Music Awards, Tomorrow X Together received the main award, or bonsang, and the Global Artist Award for Asia.
On July 30, 2022, Tomorrow X Together became the first K-pop group to perform at Lollapalooza. The group will be returning to the festival in 2023, but this time as a headliner, alongside Kendrick Lamar, Billie Eilish, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Lana Del Rey, Odesza, The 1975 and Karol G.
In 2021, the group was awarded the 2021 Men of the Year Pop Icon Award by GQ Japan. In 2022, Tomorrow X Together received the Minister of Culture, Sports and Tourism commendation, a prestigious government award, in South Korea.
Tomorrow X Together was also named among the "K-Pop Star to Watch" for Billboard's K-pop issue in 2023.
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👣. !!: HOSEONG’S PROFILE & FACTS ‧₊˚
↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ 1998 , @tw ; mild mention of suicide & family death.
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⊂ THE ✶ BASICS ⊃
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╭・ฅ🕸﹕birth name - park hoseong ( 박호성 ) !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕nicknames - nation’s son , bangtan’s wow factor , ceo height factory , flowering knight , mr shoulder gate bridge , fake maknae , international heartbreaker , worldwide pop boy , number one billboard singer !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕birth date - december 31st , 1994 !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕age - 29 ( korean age ) / 28 ( international age ) !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕zodiac sign - capricorn !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕birthplace - daegu , south korea !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕hometown - buk-gu district , daegu , south korea !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕residence - yongsan-gu , seoul , south korea !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕nationality - south korean !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕ethnicity - south korean !
╰・ฅ🕸️ : languages - korean ( 100% – mother tongue ) , japanese ( 70% – general knowledge ) , english ( 70% – general knowledge ) !
⊂ PHYSICAL ✶ TRAITS ⊃
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╭・ฅ🕸﹕height - 6’2 ft | 187.9 cm !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕eye colour - light brown !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕natural hair colour - black !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕modifications - multiple ear piercings , multiple tattoos , tongue piercing , nipple piercings , lip piercing !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕blood type - ab + !
╰・ฅ🕸️ : face claim - kim mingyu ( seventeen ) !
⊂ CAREER ✶ INFO ⊃
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╭・ฅ🕸﹕stage name - se3oul !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕positions - main vocalist , main dancer , sub rapper , centre !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕representative emoji - 🦁 !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕debut date - june 13th , 2O13 !
╰・ฅ🕸️ : group - bangtan sonyeondan ; bts !
⊂ PERSONAL ✶ INFO ⊃
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╭・ฅ🕸﹕mbti - enfj-t !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕family - mother , father , younger sister ( deceased ) !
﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕positive traits - receptive , reliable , passionate , altruistic , charismatic !
╰・ฅ🕸️ : negative traits - unrealistic , overly idealistic , condescending , intense , overly empathetic !
⊂ HIS ✶ TRIVIA ⊃
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HE WAS BORN in buk-gu , DAEGU , south korea which is the same district as suga.
HIS FAMILY CONSISTS OF: mother, father and his younger sister who died by suicide in 2O15 when he was only 21.
EDUCATION: kyungsang high school ; global cyber university.
HIS FATHER WAS a local legend who used to make music on the streets and sometimes HOSEONG would accompany him and sing his original songs. this is how he was first scouted by JYP and many other labels following thereafter.
HE WAS originally a JYP trainee until he heard GLOSS (suga’s old underground stage name) had been recruited into BIGHIT which is why he left to join bighit too. he was a fan of SUGA since pre-debut.
HIS FAVOURITE DRINK is CHOCOLATE milk but JEONGGUK doesn’t like it as much and he was offended so he once swapped out all of the banana milk for chocolate milk when they were living in the dorms. (15.06.18 VLIVE)
SE3OUL SAID the body part he is most CONFIDENT about on himself is his big HANDS.
HE SAYS the weather can affect his mood immensely in either a negative or positive way, he’s more HAPPY when it’s sunny and bright outside and tends to be a little more GLOOMY when it’s cloudy or wet.
HIS FAVOURITE COLOUR is red.
WHEN ASKED to rank the most ATTRACTIVE member, he said he was in awe and basically fell in love when he had first met V. he thinks v is the most attractive member in BANGTAN.
HE IS often described as a ‘LYRICAL GENIUS’ for helping to write a lot of the group’s songs and his own SOLO projects.
HIS FAVOURITE NUMBER is 8.
SE3OUL LOVES listening to instrumental MUSIC and wants to try composing a piece inspired by the stuff he listens to if he finds the TIME someday.
his “FAKE LOVE” fancam has surpassed over 150M VIEWS which is the most viewed fancam in KPOP history.
HE HAS read some fan FICTION that army have made about him. (18.04.17 VLIVE)
HE’S A GREAT multitasker and once read an entire PAGE of a book whilst simultaneously carrying THREE plates and a glass cup to the KITCHEN sink.
HE SAYS HE was really POPULAR in school. the kids would always come to HIM if they were in trouble and needed HELP.
HE SLEEPS IN everyone’s bunk but his OWN. he’s very CLINGY and always needs something/someone to HUG or he can’t fall ASLEEP.
IN THE DORM, SE3OUL is in charge of TAKING out the TRASH.
HOBBIES: collecting vintage BOTTLE caps, pestering his hyungs, playing GAMES with army and CRICKET.
HE is a big KENTO YAMAZAKI fanboy and wants to MEET him someday. he said he will ask kento to SIGN his forehead if he EVER meets him.
HE IS labelled one of the STRONGEST members in BANGTAN with around 22 years of JUDO training under his belt. he started when he was 6 and still continues to TRAIN to this day.
SE3OUL’S MOTTO: “your EGO can cost someone their LIFE. it’s better to be a GOOD HUMAN.”
HE DOESN’T LIKE vegetables much but he says he FORCES himself to EAT them because he wants to be BIG and STRONG and wants to make JIMIN feel small.
AS OF DECEMBER 2020, SE3OUL was gifted a DALMATIAN puppy by the members that he ADOPTED and named park JINAM.
PEOPLE are usually INTIMIDATED when they first meet HIM, but end up realising he’s in actual fact a GOOFBALL.
SE3OUL WAS ranked 3rd in the “TOP 100 handsome FACES of 2018”.
SE3OUL’S IDEAL DATE: “go to a FAIR and play some games, then go to the BEACH while walking along the SAND holding HANDS. when we get home i wanna WATCH a bunch of old movies TOGETHER until we fall ASLEEP cuddling.”
💬 — OTHER MEMBERS ABOUT SE3OUL.
RM: “a very SCARY guy if people aren’t CAREFUL. he’s usually the sweet type so it’s RARE, but he doesn’t hold back what’s on his MIND, especially around those that are RUDE. he’s protective over his OWN.”
JIN: “he’s a little RELUCTANT to rest so it’s WORRYING. at certain times i’ll see him SNEAK out to practice more during REST periods. he can be a cute puppy to others but is stubborn and HARSH on himself, UNJUSTLY so.”
V: “matches my ENERGY without hesitation. he’s always ready to try NEW things and isn’t AFRAID of what people think about him, tends to be LOUD but he’s a VERY ENTERTAINING hyung. i LOVE him.”
JEONGGUK: “definitely has this COMMANDING aura about him when he’s in that SORTA serious mood. he doesn’t even TRY and he’s ABLE to get everyone’s ATTENTION. ah, he’s SO COOL.”
JIMIN: “a very BRAVE guy for SURE! teases me more than ANYONE else but it’s hard to be mad. he’s a GOOFY character, but he has a GOOD heart and a GREAT ear [for listening]. i love to SPOIL him, he’s mine and MINE only.”
SUGA: “has that distinct THIRST for success that will lead him to ACHIEVE great things. he puts a lot of EFFORT and determination into his WORK and what he likes. also empathises WELL with others.”
J-HOPE: “makes a lot of RANDOM sound effects that are both CUTE and cool. he could PROBABLY be a beat BOXER. also has a MANLY body and sharp features so it’s surprising when he can pull off AEGYO so well. it makes me JEALOUS.”
IN THE DORM he shares a room with V. (180327: BTS’ JHOPE & JIMIN – MORE MAGAZINE MAY ISSUE)
SE3OUL’S IDEAL TYPE is someone who is SENSITIVE and can hold their OWN [in difficult situations]. maybe someone OLDER but he isn’t too PICKY as long as they can keep up with his SPONTANEOUS personality. he likes THOSE with a natural aegyo CHARM.
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Warning : jk!dom; reader!sub; fingering; eating pussy; sucking; spanking; degrading!names; dominant; public!sex; outdoor!sex; unprotected!sex; cumming!inside; client/waitress
Word count : 11.6k
Chapter's song : Ride - SoMo
n/a: English is not my first language, so there may be some mistakes that I missed while proofreading. Sorry for the delay in posting this first chapter, but it's been a few years since I wrote this story, and when I reread it before posting it here on Tumblr, I didn't like the result at all, so I rewrote it from scratch, which took me longer than I expected. Anyway, thanks for understanding, and I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I'll see you for the next ones. Enjoy reading it; please don't forget to vote and comment 😁.
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Paradise Hotel Bar/Restaurant | 3:00 p.m. | YN's POV
During this summer vacation, and just like the previous ones, I worked to save money. Originally from Daegu, I am in one of Jeju Island's hugest hotels.
Paradise is one of the most popular Asian hotels for celebrities from all over the world. Actors, singers, businessmen, and even politicians stay on this heavenly island for a while. Last year, I had the great fortune and honor of taking a picture with Queen B herself. 
Beyoncé had just finished her world tour and, accompanied by her family, decided to spend a few days at the hotel. I work in the hotel's bar and restaurant as a waitress, and sometimes I have to take off my waitress apron and put on my barista apron and my bartender apron when we are short-staffed, or someone is unavailable. Beyoncé and her family were assigned to my area, and throughout the evening, I prayed to God that I wouldn't drop the tray, make a mistake with the order, or embarrass myself in front of them. 
It's crazy how people are made, or at least how society makes us act. Beyoncé is a woman like any other. The only thing distinguishing her from the other women on Earth is that she is talented, sings like a goddess, and is rich as Croesus. But the pressure I put on myself was immense. I still get sick to my stomach just thinking about it. 
But I am also lucky to be part of her world. I could even say I am on the same level as everyone in this hotel. My mom is a very famous fashion designer. Many celebrities wear my mother's clothes; some even wear clothes I designed, but no one knows, and I don't want them to know. So I hide behind my mother's name and let her take the credit. 
Contrary to what people might think, I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth. I have struggled a lot in my life. 
Before my mother became the person she is today, we were just ordinary people from Daegu, living in one of the many working-class neighborhoods in the area. Fortunately, when God created my mother, He gave her talent, determination, and strength. During those dark years of our lives, I would sometimes help my mom create pieces for her collections that, once she made a name for herself, she would show to the world after making a few minor changes. 
Looking back, it's incredible how much my life has changed these last seven years. I'm usually very private, and many colleagues don't know who my mother is. The only person who knows is Evie, another waitress I've managed to bond with. 
One day, as our first shift was ending and we were setting up tables for the next shift, taking advantage of the fact that it was just the two of us in the restaurant's large room, Evie asked me why I was working if my mother was a famous fashion designer. 
"To be honest, I don't like depending on my mom. My whole childhood, my mom raised me to depend on myself." I placed the knife on the right side of the plate and the fork on the left. "She always believed that you can't live off your creations. And if one day, for whatever reason, she would leave this world before me, I would only be able to rely on and depend on myself. So I guess if I'm working as a waitress today, that's my way of being independent". 
My independence only grew over the years after my mother's success. As she became both a stylist and a businesswoman, she was hardly ever at home, always traveling from one country to another. So I learned to make it on my own. But I don't blame her. On the contrary, if she is living her dream today, I know that the main motivation for her life change is me. 
My mother is a great woman. She is humble and has a heart on her sleeve. She has sacrificed so much for me, my education, and for me to have everything I need. Today, I fully understand her dedication to her work. This does not mean she is so focused on the work that she neglects me. Not at all, quite the opposite. 
We call each other almost every hour daily and talk a lot via messages and video calls. 
I'm also in awe of how easily she moves between her different lives. She goes from mother to businesswoman to girlfriend with ease. Also, her status will change in a short time. She will go from being a girlfriend to being a married woman. 
It has been a few years since my mother met a man, and they have a healthy relationship. Seeing her smile every time she mentions him always makes me happy. As for me, I haven't been around him much. 
My mother didn't want to impose her relationship on me. I know it's never easy for a child to see their mother - or father - in a relationship with someone other than their parent. So I saw him several times, and he seemed great. 
I know he has a son who is only a year older than me. Unlike his father, I've never seen him. But, like my mom, her boyfriend didn't want to force his new life on his son, so he had my respect. 
They have been together for six years. He has been a great help to my mom, filling her in on many things. If my mother is the powerful woman she is today, it is partly thanks to him.
Right now, they are preparing for their wedding, which will take place in a few months. This will allow me to see some of my family members and meet new ones, especially my mom's boyfriend's son.
By the way, I have very little time left here on the island. I will return to the mainland in a few days, and my landscape will change completely. I will not return to my house in Daegu but to my new home in Busan.
Given their upcoming marriage, my mother finally united the two families. She wants me to meet her future husband's son before the wedding, to bond a little, and not be strangers anymore. So in a few days, I will be on my way to one of the biggest cities in South Korea, Busan. 
To say that I'm excited about the change of scenery and my way of life would be a lie. I will leave everything behind, my friends and the places I used to go. But if turning my life upside down is the price I have to pay to give my mother some happiness after all the shit she's been through, then I'm happy to do it. Besides, what could go wrong? 
By the way, her fiancé is a CEO. I don't know what he does, but I know he has a business, so my mom got some great advice. It also means that he'll be out of town a lot, and I won't have to see him all the time if things don't go as planned, which I doubt, but you never know what tomorrow will bring. As for my relationship with his son, I don't want to bet too much on that either. I'd instead let the universe do its thing—one step at a time. 
"Hey, Park! Are you listening to me?" Just then, she snaps me out of my reverie.
"What?" Evie smiles, realizing I was lost in my thoughts. 
As moving day approaches, it becomes increasingly difficult not to think about meeting the new family member. You could say that I'm pretty anxious and fearful of how the introduction to my supposed step-brother will go. 
"I said the drinks are ready." There was a tray of drinks on the bar counter.
I hope I don't drop anything. Walking on the sand with a full tray is tricky. Even though this wasn't my first rodeo, I still managed to get caught. 
"Thanks." Evie nods and continues to set the tables while I hurry to finish the last order.
Outside, the weather is beautiful. The sky is clear with a beautiful shade, with no clouds on the horizon. The panorama is worthy of a postcard. A blue sky, no clouds, a beautiful ocean, its waves playing with the sun's rays. There are deck chairs all along the coastline - at least on the private part belonging to the hotel, with fine white sand. 
And very hot. 
Sure, the sun is beautiful, and the view is like an island paradise, but the heat of the sun and the sand is not a good mix. My feet burn with every step. I should have worn my slippers. It's very comfortable to wear shoes, but it's really uncomfortable when sand gets in your shoes. 
I was in a hurry to get the drinks to their destination, not only because of the hot sand but also because it was getting heavy. 
Fortunately, the clients are not far away. They are in a more private area of the beach. Arriving at my destination, I thanked the heavens for not dropping anything. Otherwise, I would have had to turn around, and the customers would have waited twice as long, allowing them to complain to my superiors. I wouldn't have had any troubles, but it's unpleasant.
Without putting the tray on the table, which would look bad, I put the glasses and other drinks.  
"Thank you very much." Sitting on one of the chairs watching his friends play volleyball, a very handsome young man thanked me. He was young, in his late twenties. He had an undercut, while his fringe was parted down the middle, revealing his forehead. He had a loose white top covering his torso, wore blue and white trunk shorts, and had sandals on his feet. 
"You're welcome." One thing is done. I can finally go back, finish setting my tables and take a break before resuming tonight's service. 
The evening shift is usually busier than the lunch, so I'll have three hours of a break after setting the remaining tables. 
I started walking toward the restaurant when something hard hit me in the back of the head. I lost my balance and felt myself moving forward, but I managed to regain my balance and avoid making a fool of myself in front of the customers. 
"I'm so sorry." A little stunned, I still heard the male voice speaking to me. 
I found myself face-to-face with a man in a short time. It wasn't the customer from earlier. Sure, the previous man was very handsome, but the one I'm looking at now is gorgeous. 
This one also has an undercut like the previous man, while the top part is slightly longer and darker. I could see the dark eyes despite the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose while his look was dressed by surprise and concern. The jaw is sharpened, while his face is quite childish. 
On the other hand, his body is far from childish. Who are Apollo and Adonis beside him? He should probably be arrested 'cause, for sure, he stole the thirteen' gods and goddesses' beauty. 
Initially, he has tanned skin, but I could see he has taken advantage of the sun because his skin is quite caramelized, well tanned.
He wears a blue and white shirt with some leaf designs printed on it. A few buttons are open at the top and bottom, exposing his torso and muscular stomach, showing some of his abs. Underneath, he wore white swim shorts, and I could also see his black bathing suit.  
A true masterpiece. 
How do people as beautiful as he lives free on Earth? No doubt he already has someone in his life. 
"Take a picture, honey. Will it last longer." A smile was born on his pretty lips. 
He's a charmer. He's certainly made many girls fall for him in a blink of an eye.
"I beg your pardon?" His sentence had the same effect as a cold shower, bringing me back to reality. He was undoubtedly gorgeous, but his attitude had broken the spell. 
"You're not subtle when you give me a makeover." I was so obsessed with his beauty that I didn't realize I was staring at him. 
"My apologies, sir." The last thing I wanted was to get in trouble with the customers. It would have looked bad on my record. I've been working here for a few years, so it would really piss me off to lose my seasonal job and the bonds I've built with my co-workers because of a misstep.  
I kept a low profile, trying to put some distance between us and regain my composure. 
"Don't apologize. I might take it the wrong way. I am flattered that a beautiful young woman like you would look at me that way." I get this flirtation with two bullets at least once daily from male clients who think they are desirable just because they are rich. But this is not often the case. 
Unfortunately, although his attempt at flirting was lame, I couldn't stop my heart from racing. The stranger was a handsome man. He knew it and took advantage of it. He must have charmed a lot of girls about it. But, stupid as I am - and also because of the lack of affection I felt at that moment - I was fooled by his comment. 
Don't blush, don't blush!
Without breaking the contact of our eyes, he comes closer. I could smell the scent of sunscreen on his skin. Without any embarrassment, careful to hide my body with his from the sight of his friends, the stranger caresses the exposed skin of my arm with his fingertips. 
His touch is subtle, as soft as the caress of a feather, causing my body to react to his touch, covering me with shivers from head to toe. My breath catches in my throat as his deft fingers run from my wrist to my shoulder. 
I wish I could figure out where my mind went. This is not normal, letting a stranger do what he wants, let alone allowing him to touch me almost intimately. And yet I don't move a muscle. 
What's wrong with me? 
The hotel's uniforms - at least for the waitresses and the other bistro staff - are pretty revealing. Surely to attract more customers, especially males, and make them spend more time at the bar and money on drinks. Some even make excuses to their partner to offer them a meal, with only the intention of gawking at the pretty waitresses. 
I wore a white crop top with the name of the hotel printed on the left side of my chest and black shorts. As a waitress, I take orders and serve customers, so I always wear a black apron with the hotel's name. Unlike other aprons, waitress aprons start from the waist to the middle of the thigh. 
The man leans forward when his hand reaches my shoulder, closing the distance between us. 
"Behind the rocks, in five minutes. I'll be waiting for you." Without giving me time to say anything, the stranger leaves, volleyball in hand, joining his friends.
Shocked by his boldness and confidence, I stood there for a few seconds, not really understanding what had happened. Had he just suggested - even ordered - me to join him and do what I thought? It's bold of him to believe that I would listen to him and join him. 
Five minutes later, I was behind the rocks waiting for him like the carefree idiot I am. 
This story will only serve to get me into trouble. But in my defense - even though I don't think it's valid - it's been a while since I've done anything with anyone. My last sexual relationship was three years ago when I was with my ex-boyfriend. 
He was a real asshole. I had no feelings for him, but at least I was intimate with him almost daily. Is it wrong to stay in a relationship just for the sex, even if the partner is not good at it? Very bad. But I was young and horny at the time. To err is human. 
Time passed, and the stranger was still not there. Had he stood me up? Was he laughing at me with his buddies? I didn't want to wait for him forever, especially since, unlike him, I was in my workplace. I would wait another three minutes and leave if he didn't show up by then.
As I found myself alone with my thoughts, I began to rethink the situation. We were still in a public place and in full view of everyone, sure the rocks would hide us, but we are never safe from anyone, especially if someone decides to venture behind the rocks for some reason. I can't even imagine the scandal and trouble if my superiors ever discovered that I had a case with a client. I could say goodbye to my reputation and next employment opportunity the following year.
Was I really going to risk screwing everything up just for sex? With a stranger, no less? Apparently so. 
At the moment, the temptation was stronger than reason. Luckily, it was my break before the second shift. Usually, at this time of day, I find myself with Evie sunbathing by the sea, sipping cocktails - free because we work at the bistro - while waiting for the time to resume service. 
A pair of arms encircle my waist, and I tense briefly before I learn the owner's identity. My stranger hadn't stood me up after all. 
"Good thing you told me five minutes," I said sarcastically, which made him laugh.
"Sorry, gorgeous. My friends wouldn't let me go." His mouth had quickly become acquainted with the sensitive skin of my neck. "But I'm here now. So it's not worth the trouble. Instead, let's enjoy getting to know each other better. If you know what I mean?"
His hand settles on my cheek, turning my head, gaining access to my lips. Wasting no more time than we already had, his soft pouty lips linked to mine. 
The kiss is slow and gentle before we both become consumed with desire and take things up. 
When my neck starts to hurt from the position, I turn around while his arm still wraps around my waist, holding me to him. With my chest pressed against his and our private parts finally glued together, I wrap my arms around the back of his neck to pull him even closer to me. If that were possible.
The more he gave me, the more I wanted. His hands ran eagerly over my body. The one resting on my hip began to rise, exploring under my crop top.
It wasn't long before his hand made contact with the fabric of my bikini top. Although it wasn't what he was looking for because, without wasting any time, his hand went under the material and directly touched my left breast's soft, supple skin. 
He grabbed it with his whole hand, although he didn't hold it. Despite my smallness - 1.55 m tall -I had inherited a rather generous and well-rounded breast from my mother. 
My handsome stranger, unhappy with the confinement of my top, pulled my garment over my head in frustration before abandoning it somewhere on the floor. Without hanging around, my swimsuit top follows my crop top, giving the stranger better access and a view of my naked chest. 
"Now that's more like it." The stranger's eyes sparkle with satisfaction and mischief like a child in front of a Christmas tree filled with presents. Then, in the blink of an eye, his gaze changed utterly. I was no longer facing a young man with sparkling eyes but a predator with his gaze fixed on his prey.
A dark veil of need had taken possession of his gaze, leaving me unable to react other than to feel a chill in the pit of my stomach caused by the excitement. 
He was danger, determination, and excitement. 
I was at the mercy of his carnal desires, but that wasn't enough for my lover. Seeing that I still wasn't breaking through the barrier in which I felt safe, the stranger gave me a little push. He took my hand and led it to the member in the hollow of his legs.
It was hard. When I felt the bulge over his shorts, it was as if something had clicked. Without needing his help or thinking twice, I finally listened to the little voice of the little devil sitting on my shoulder and let myself go. 
No more restrictions or limitations. He wanted to tease me, have me for a day? No problem, he would get what he wanted. I'll go with the flow and let the remorse come later. 
"Fuck." He grunts with a sigh as I take his erect member in my hand and stroke it over his swim trunks. 
From that moment on, he had no control over himself or his actions. It was as if, by grabbing his cock, I had activated a mechanism that caused him to lose all consciousness and restraint, releasing the incubus that lay dormant within him. At the same time, the succubus in me awoke, summoned by the incubus in him. 
Not finding it fair that I was slightly more exposed than he was, I removed his shirt, putting us on equal footing. But that wasn't enough. I wanted more, much more. 
My partner dominates me, setting the pace and rhythm of this frenzied dance we are engaged in. His body sticks to mine while my front is against the rigid rock torso.
His lips devoured mine with passion. He takes one of my legs, lifts it up, and presses our hips together, rubbing one against the other. 
My thoughts were obscured by the pleasure that dominated me. I was no longer aware of my surroundings. Only pleasure, and he was present in my mind. The rest was non-existent. The way he dominated me and had the upper hand in the situation made me want to submit completely to him and let him do what he wanted with me. This has never happened to me before, and to be honest, it scares me a little but turns me on at the same time. 
His fearless and naughty attitude turns me so much that even though we are just kissing, I can feel a puddle of moisture forming between my legs and seeping into my underwear. His lips move from mine to the hollow of my neck, leaving hard kisses while his hand tenderly caresses my breast. The contrast in his actions heightens my arousal.
His teeth move down, grazing my neck as his hips rub against my crotch, still pressed against his increasingly swollen bulge. I can barely breathe, and my head is already spinning.
My hand caressed his torso until it reached over his shorts again. Wasting no time playing with the hem of his shorts, I ran my hand right through the hem, finding direct access to the hot, sensitive skin of his cock, eliciting a moan from him.
I let out a moan in return when, without warning, his teeth sank into the sensitive skin of my shoulder. As my fingers caressed the swollen head of his member, he quickly unbuttoned my shorts and stripped me of the last of the clothes in his way. 
Suddenly he slid a finger inside me. "Fuck, you're already all wet for me." My wetness lubricated his finger, allowing it to sink into me and move smoothly back and forth inside me. He then takes the opportunity to insert a second finger. 
I am immediately overcome by heat, and I don't think the sun has anything to do with it this time. My legs start to shake from the pleasure this stranger gives me, burning like the fires of hell. Now that his member is free of his clothes, doing what I have in mind will be easier.
I take over - or so I think - and let us change positions. Now he finds himself wedged between the rock and my body. Surprised at first, then aroused by my actions, he doesn't protest, probably having some idea of what is about to happen.
I kiss his muscular torso, tracing a path from his neck to his sweet spot. As my lips contact his soft, smooth skin, I feel his cock quiver excitedly and slam against his stomach. His cock is so big that I wonder if I could easily take it. Let's hope so.
As soon as my hand touches his member, he grunts. I start pumping while watching him. I don't want to lose any of his reactions. His eyes close, and he leans his head back, completely lost in the pleasure I am giving him without counting. I have never seen such a stunning human being. His ebony eyes contrast perfectly with his caramel skin. His steel muscles make him even more irresistible.
His veiny forearms would drive anyone crazy. His big hands, soft and firm at the same time, would run all over my body, electrifying me. Eventually, his long fingers got lost in my hair. I moved my head to the rhythm he was giving me. A regular cadence that ensured constant pleasure.
If all went well between us and we continued our ménage after today, my goal was to make him crazy about me so that I would have a better chance of seeing him next year. I wanted him to have a good memory of me, for me to cloud his thoughts so that every time he tried to fuck another girl, he would see me instead.
Maybe it's selfish of me, but I want to pollute him. To pollute his mind with obscene and detailed images of what I would do and how I would make him feel. I want that, even if his mind forgets what I look like, his body will still recognize me among thousands. I want his skin to bear the mark of my passage and have an indelible effect on his physical memory.
When he is completely naked, his shorts and swimsuit around his ankles, I finally tease the tip of his cock with my tongue. Caught off guard by my sudden, reckless move, he gives an uncontrolled jerk of his hips. His excited member enters my mouth entirely and hits the back of my throat.
My moan of surprise causes his cock to throb and rest heavily on my tongue. "Oh yeah." He grunts as the pressure of his fingers around my hair hardens a little more. Seeing that he enjoyed it, I pull his cock out of my mouth, leaving only the glans inside before taking it all back in. 
There were moans from him. He loved it and kept asking for more. He even helped me by repeatedly thrusting his cock into my mouth, each time increasing the pace of it. 
It didn't take long for his body to tense up. Not that he had climaxed, but it would be soon. He wasn't too far from cumming, but it was too soon. I didn't want him to cum in my mouth but somewhere else. Before I could stop my movements, he tugged at my hair with his hand in it, pulling me away from his hardened member.
I barely had time to get up before he switched places again and pinned my back against the rock. Without wasting any time, he undid the button of my shorts and pulled down my panties. 
He crouched down and took my leg on his shoulder, giving him better access to my intimacy. As his tongue made contact with the burning skin of my privates, a gentle warmth washed over my body. At that moment, I lost all sense of reality and wandered into the world of pleasure.
He knew exactly what he was doing. His tongue played directly with my clit, without any shame or restraint, causing me to lose my mind. His tongue not only teased my clit, but it also went in and out of my slit.
At one point, he closed his lips on my nerve button and began to suck on it vigorously. My legs are on the verge of giving out, and at the same time, I am in danger of collapsing to the floor, so much so that the sensation of his mouth and his expert tongue gives me. The feeling is exquisite. Nothing like what I experienced with my ex.
To my dismay, the stranger stops all movement before standing in front of me again. His hands go straight to my thighs, squeezing them gently. "Jump." 
He lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist as my hands find their place around his neck. I don't know when he did it. I was so lost in pleasure that I didn't know what was happening around me, but as my handsome stranger grabbed his rigid member and stroked his cock over my slit, I realized he had already put on a condom. At least one of us hadn't completely lost his mind.
He spread my wetness along his entire length and the integrity of my slit to my clit, making us moan. I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have him inside me, and it didn't matter if he only stretched me with two fingers. The excitement was such that I felt I could take him inside. Besides, the wetness from my slit was enough to make it a little easier.  
He stroked my clit once or twice before thrusting it into me once and for all. I could feel every millimeter of his cock pushing into me. The burning was not unpleasant. The sensation added to the pleasure. 
Surely to distract me from the potential pain, my partner kissed me. His tongue caressed my lower lip asking to access mine. Generous as I am, I gave him access without asking. Without wasting time, his tongue found mine and invited him into a wild dance. 
The mixture of his thrusts and tongue battling with mine was so exquisite that I could only moan as my stranger hungrily swallowed my moans.
The thrusts got harder. I was sure that in the end, it would not be me who would leave an indelible mark on the memory of my partner's body, but the opposite.
"You like it rough, don't you?" Usually, I'm not very vocal, but I couldn't hold back my moans with him. I just couldn't do it. 
"I asked you a question." His strokes got harder as his hand spanked my butt's soft, flaccid skin. 
"Yes," I say in one breath. 
The spot where the stranger slapped me burns as tingles run down my body.
"Yes, what?" My whole body shook with the pleasure that built up as he took more and more control, becoming more and more dominant. 
"I love it when you fuck me hard." A smile appears on his sinful lips and disappears as quickly as it appeared, "But most of all, I love it when you spank me at the same time you fuck me hard."  
His eyes change, becoming darker. I didn't think that was possible. His jaw clenches as his tongue pocks the inside of his cheek. 
In less than a second, I find my chest pressed against the hard surface of the rock, my ass exposed and at the mercy of my partner. My whole body shook with excitement and anticipation of what was coming. I knew exactly what he would do, so I waited patiently for him to give me what I deserved, like a good little girl. 
Bam! The first spanking had just landed on my ass. He sank hard into me, and the mixture with the heat and the tingle of the spanking was wonderful.
"Is this what you want? Is this what you like?" Unable to form sentences, I just nodded. 
Bam! Another slap, then another and another. He wasn't going easy on me, adding to the pleasure. Then his hand left the reddened skin of my butt to take care of my clit. He wrapped his muscular arm around my waist as his upper body pressed against my back while his other large hand rested on my belly. 
"Let's see if you'll like this too." He stroked my clit with his finger. A flash of pleasure traveled over the integrity of my body, causing me to lose my mind. I think the fact that someone could catch us in one of the most vulnerable moments of our existence sent adrenaline coursing through my veins.
In addition to the beautiful feeling caused by his actions, the adrenaline pushes me off the cliff of ecstasy. It doesn't matter that we are in a public place just a few feet from where I work. The pleasure is so intense that I can't help but moan loudly. 
As I cummed around his cock, he shut me up with his big hand above my mouth while I let the pleasure wash over me from the depths of my being. I felt like he had just thrown me off a cliff, and I was in free fall. A fall I wanted to last forever.
As my pussy tightened around his dick, he emptied himself into the condom, still buried deep inside me, while his hands grabbed my hips. 
Turning me back to face him once more, we tried to catch our breath. With a goofy smile, he caressed my skin and planted a few kisses on my lips, swollen from his care. 
"I didn't think you were so wild." His comment made me smile.
"I could say the same about you, sir." I returned his remark. 
After ensuring I could stand independently without collapsing, he gently set me down on the floor. When his arms were no longer around my body, he collected our clothes before handing me mine so I could hide my nakedness before pretending nothing had happened. 
Now that the fire of passion has been tamed and my desires have been satisfied, I don't know how to react. Are we going to pretend that none of this happened? Should we continue our escapades? After all, I knew nothing about the unknown men before me and only had a few days left in the hotel. 
Not wanting to show my stranger that I was touched by our coupling, I quickly put my clothes back on and pretended that this wasn't my first rodeo with a stranger. I grabbed his wrist where his watch was to check the time.
"Shit, I have to go. I have to go back to work soon." It's not good to lie, YN. I still had a two-and-a-half-hour break before my next shift, but he didn't need to know that. 
I use my phone's camera to ensure everything is in order before I go out, and before I leave, I check to ensure I haven't forgotten anything. 
What should I do? The discomfort is so palpable that the only thing I want to do right now is going back to my room and not come out. Should I tell him how good it was? Should I give him one last kiss before I leave? Should I say "see you later"? Or should I go without saying anything? 
Not knowing what to do, I follow the last suggestion. I turn my back to my stranger and am about to leave when a large hand grabs my wrist and forces me to turn around.
"Not so fast, gorgeous." He kisses me again. His hand travels down my body but comes dangerously close to my butt. I feel him slip something into my back pocket before he pulls our lips apart. 
"This is my room pass. Meet me as soon as you finish your shift." He plants a last kiss on my lips and leaves first, again leaving me alone.
"What did you get yourself into, Park YN?"
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Paradise Hotel Bar/Restaurant | 1:57 am | YN's POV
I had been trying to get a customer out of the bar for over half an hour so I could close up and go to bed. Unlike him, I wouldn't have time to catch up on sleep tomorrow. 
I only have four hours of sleep left before my next shift because, in addition to making lunch and dinner, we also make breakfast, and that fat bastard is keeping me from getting any rest.
I'm so mad at this client for not getting enough sleep and being grumpy the next day that if I see him again tomorrow, there's a good chance I'll put something in his food. 
I even got scolded by my manager, who was already, when I called him to help me get the customer out. That was not all; I had to mop the floor because the son of a bitch was too drunk and ended emptied his stomach on the fucking floor.
As I mopped, I looked at the clock nailed to the wall. It was already past two in the morning. I was so tired that I was about to fall asleep on my feet. When I finished cleaning, I put the cleaning equipment back in its place, closed the bar/restaurant, and left the keys at the front desk.
When I got to my room, I didn't waste any time. I undressed and went straight to the bathroom. The warm water caresses my skin and instantly relaxes me. 
The events of the day replayed in my mind. I close my eyes and let myself be carried away by the pleasant memory. What happened earlier in the day was wrong, forbidding even, but so exciting at the same time. It's so bad, but at the same time, so correct.
I don't know what to think anymore. It's evident. On the one hand, I feel bad about having sex with a client at work. I could kiss my summer job and reputation goodbye if this got out. 
I can't help but think about the possibility of someone seeing and videotaping us. I don't know anything about my lover, and I don't know if he's a celebrity. If he is, he could be an idol, and I don't know. 
The people on this island are so used to having stars of all kinds visit them since Paradise was built that they are willing to do anything to hear about them. So making a sex tape and selling it to the highest bidder was an easy way to make money. 
Not that I was a famous person in the eyes of the world, but my mother was. It would have a massive impact on her career. And the last thing I wanted was for my mother to be hurt by my mistake. But above all, I would not bear the look of disappointment on her face. 
But on the other hand, he was so good. His gestures were so confident, so supportive, but at the same time, so smooth and comforting. You could tell he was in control; it wasn't the first time he'd done this. 
His hoarse voice was full of desire. When I heard his deep voice near my ear, it turned me on so fast, which scared me slightly. 
I needed him like I had never needed anyone before. The dominance of his movements had me on my ass. He had a significant effect on me. He managed to do what I wanted to do to him. And lo and behold, the spell was cast on the wizard.
Speaking of ass, something that had completely slipped my mind. He gave me his room pass so I could join him. Considering it's too late, he's probably sleeping or fucking someone else. And I should do the same, not fucking someone else, but sleeping. Tomorrow morning - rather this morning - it will be almost impossible for me to wake up on time. I'll be a zombie for sure.
By the way, tomorrow I must go to the reception and leave his room card. I'll say I found it by the deck chairs to avoid suspicion.
When I get out of the shower, I wear a loose T-shirt and throw myself under my blanket. I was so exhausted from the day that it didn't take long to welcome Morpheus with wild open arms while my thoughts were on my handsome stranger.
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Paradise Hotel Bar/Restaurant | 10:00 pm | POV by YN
My shift had just ended. I was at the bar with Evie, drinking a Sex on the Beach, before I locked myself in my room and rested. Unfortunately, summer ends in a few weeks, and I'm going home in three days. In three days, I'll return to my new life in Busan. 
Busan. I've never been there, but I heard it's a beautiful city. It attracts millions of tourists from all over the world every year. 
"So, are you ready for the big move?" Evie was the only one who knew my family situation. 
"I wouldn't say I'm ready, but do I have a choice?" I don't have a place yet, but it wouldn't last long. 
In addition to looking for an apartment, I also had to deal with enrolling at Busan University. At the beginning of the summer break, I transferred my school records to my new university in Busan.  
My next school year will be at Dong-A University. According to my research on the Internet, I will be assigned to the last building to be constructed in 2021, the Bumin Campus. It is located in Bumin-dong, Seo-gu, Busan. In the same building, I will be with the students of law, social sciences, and many others. 
I've seen the pictures, and the campus size is pretty impressive. It has nothing to do with my little university in Daegu.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine. You know that you can call me and vent if there's any trouble. That's what friends are for." Unfortunately, I won't have the chance to have Evie by my side anymore. She's going back to Seoul tomorrow. That's why, despite my tiredness, I still enjoy her presence without renouncing it. Unlike her, I have to work tomorrow. Besides, it is my last day of work, after which I can use the remaining three days to recharge my batteries and play the tourist in my turn. 
"Change of subject. Have you seen your handsome stranger today?" The first thing I did when I came to work this morning told about my misadventure with my stranger yesterday. At first, I didn't want to tell anyone, I tried to keep information to myself for once, but after being haunted by the stranger in my thoughts all night, I couldn't help but tell Evie everything. 
Contrary to what I thought, she hadn't judged me. On the contrary, she even congratulated me. "I thought you were a tightwad because you never shared any juicy information about yourself, but I see I was wrong about you." She told me before adding, "I'm proud of you," with a pat on the shoulder.
Since day one, I saw Evie as a friend and an older sister that I never had. Just like my mother, she was my confidante, and I could talk to her about things that I couldn't speak to my mother about. 
"No, I haven't seen him. And that's a good thing. Otherwise, I wouldn't have known how to react." On the other hand, I had seen some boys who were with him the day before. Although I didn't want to admit it, too ashamed of my moment of vulnerability, I spent the day glancing back and forth, hoping to catch a glimpse of him, even if only from a distance. Not happened. 
The rest of the evening was summed up by Evie and me drinking more cocktails in honor of her departure. I wasn't drunk, and I thanked God for giving me a high tolerance for alcohol. 
At some point, Evie left me to join a pretty customer who kept looking at her from across the room. So I took the opportunity to call it a day and returned to bed, frustrated at not seeing the handsome stranger. Indeed, after he had his way with me, he must have moved on to another victim of his charm. 
I had left my empty glass on the bar and was physically preparing to leave the bar and return to my cozy nest when I felt a presence at my back. I don't have time to react when I hear an angry voice in my ear.
"Better meet me in my room in five minutes." The voice's owner disappears as quickly as they appear. 
Did I dream this? 
Last night I told myself that I had to go to the reception to leave the room card of my unknown lover, but since I woke up late due to lack of sleep, I didn't find the time to go to the reception, as what, it seems that the universe did not want that my way and that of the unknown deviate. 
I put the badge against the black box and heard the unlocking sound. I look to the right and left of the corridor to ensure no one in the hotel sees me entering a customer's room. Before standing in front of my lover's door, I quickly went to my room to change and put on a hoodie to hide my face from the surveillance cameras, thus obscuring my identity in case the security guys decide to look at the images recorded by the cameras. 
When I entered the room, I saw that the lights were off. Only the moonlight was illuminating the room. When I first entered the room, I thought I was in the wrong room because I couldn't see anyone. But as I walked further into the room, I was startled.
"Damn, you scared me." Sitting in an armchair in the darkness of the night, the stranger stood before me. Sitting in all his glory, his legs spread, his body leaned back with his arms resting on the chair's armrests. 
"I thought I told you something last night. Why didn't you come?" His voice was low, deep, and accusatory. "I was waiting for you like an idiot, alone in my bed. Eager to fuck you again." I couldn't see his eyes but knew he was watching me. I could feel his gaze on me. I felt naked in front of the stranger despite being dressed. 
"I had plans for both of us." He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his muscular thighs, his hands clasped under his chin, his gaze still unwavering. 
"We could have had a crazy night." His eyes began to grow heavy. Despite the vastness of the room and the fact that it was well-ventilated, I still felt like I was suffocating within these four walls. "We could have lost ourselves in pleasure before we found ourselves in each other's arms."
I'd never heard anything so lame, but my body ignited because it was him. Why? Nothing was exciting in what he was saying. But I had to admit that the atmosphere between us, the room's darkness, and the fact that he was upset probably had something to do with it. 
"I couldn't," I didn't have time to say anything because my lover had abruptly gotten up from the chair. His gesture, by the way, made me take a few steps back. 
"Shh. I don't want to hear anything." My back hit the hard surface of the bedroom wall. In no time, he's standing in front of me, trapped between his muscular body and the wall. "Keep your excuses to yourself, gorgeous. Tonight the only sounds I'll allow you to make are your delicious moans and my name. The rest you can keep to yourself. Do I make myself clear?"
Who am I to deny it? For a brief moment, I was almost tempted by the little devil sitting on my shoulder telling me to contradict him. But on the other hand, the little angel of pleasure told me to be a good girl and give him what he wanted. So tonight, I decided to listen to the little angel. Anyway, I'm already in trouble. No matter what I say, he would probably make me regret not coming the day before. 
Unfortunately, I didn't have time to answer him. In no time, I found myself again, my back stuck to the front of his body while my chest was stuck to the wall. He spread my legs with his before pulling down my shorts and panties.  
I was left with my ass in the air as his hand came down on the tender skin of my butt. My moan echoed around the room. 
"Shut up, babe. Let's not alert the others. It would be a shame if you couldn't go all the way because you couldn't hold back your sinful moans. Wouldn't it?" The tingling spread to the area where he has spanked. 
"Not a fucking sound." A finger found itself inside me. A moan escaped me. 
"What did I say?" His voice was as dark as the room, but I wasn't afraid. I didn't know him, yet I was confident he would do no harm. He had this aura about him that immediately inspired confidence, comfort, and safety. And that was what scared me the most. "I don't want to hear anything."
He pushed a second finger into my pussy. I moaned, but unlike the last time, this one didn't come out of my throat, barely hearable. But the second finger brought more pleasure. Damn, that feels good. 
He pressed his body closer to mine and nibbled on my earlobe. "Listen carefully, baby, because I have no intention of repeating myself." His fingers leave my slit and begin to caress my clit.
"You have been a naughty girl, and I must punish you. Yesterday I told you to come to the bedroom after you finished your shift, but you disobeyed me." He planted kisses on my neck, making me lose my mind.
"I wasn't happy." His deep, low voice argued in my ear, sending shivers down my entire body, hot with excitement. "I had to jerk off, using my memories of your pretty little pink pussy." His lips come dangerously close to my sensitive area.
"I had to search in my memories, images of what we did earlier in the day to help me get off when I could have created new ones." He found my sweet spot and licked me before biting hard and sucking.
"You forced me to imagine your soft little hands caressing my hardened cock. I had to play your fucking moans against my ear in my head." He ran his tongue over the fresh mark he had just left on my skin.
Between each sentence he said, he pushed his fingers deeper and deeper into me, making me lose my mind.
"But tonight," he stops pumping his fingers inside me. "I don't have to imagine any of this anymore because tonight," he plants a wet kiss on the hollow of my neck before his mouth moves closer to my ear. "You're the one who's going to take care of it." He removes his hand from my clothes, grabs my hair, and drags me to the bed.
I thought he would throw me on the bed, but against all odds, my handsome stranger, who has been very dominant so far - much to my delight - sits down on the mattress without taking his eyes off me. I stand at the foot of the bed before him, waiting to see what he wants. 
"Dance for me, baby." Sorry? I was expecting something else. "Take your clothes off while you dance." 
This is my first time being asked to remove my clothes, but I think it'll be enough. Every day when I'm home alone, I put on music and dance. I always have music on in the shower, cooking, or cleaning.
I can't help but think of the song Ride by SoMo. 
Ever since I first heard it a few years ago, I thought it would be cool to fuck, foreplay, or strip to this song. The lyrics alone were suggestive and left a lot to the imagination. 
Take off those heels, lay on my bed Whisper dirty secrets while I'm pulling on your hair Poison in our veins, but we don't even care Candles dripping on your body, baby, this ain't truth or dare Everybody wonders where we run off to My body on your body, baby, sticking like some glue Naughty, let's get naughty, girl. It's only one or two The fevers fucking running. Feel the heat between us two!
Slowly controlling my movements, I moved my hips to the song's rhythm playing in my head. I slipped my hand under my shirt and placed it on my stomach, simultaneously moving my hand up the shirt before moving it over my head. 
When my top hit the ground, I touched my shoulder, caressing it and sliding the strap down my arm. My eyes never left his face. I couldn't see his eyes, but I could see his body, and I knew that everything I didn't leave him indifferent. 
His breath struggled to leave his throat. One of his hands gripped the duvet as if his life depended on it while the other stroked the growing bulge in his pants. His body was tense, and his tongue played with the inside of his cheek.
I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you, baby On you, lady, all night, all night! I'm gonna take care of your body I'll be gentle, don't you scream It's getting hotter. Make it softer Feel your chest on top of me I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you, baby On you, lady, all night, all night! I'm gon' make you feel that loving Getting weak all in your knees Kiss your body from the tip-top All the way down to your feet!
I didn't have my shorts and panties because of my handsome stranger. So, I didn't have much to tease him with, so I used what I had. Me. My body. Moving closer to the handsome stranger, I grabbed my breasts before putting them under his hungry eyes. 
I could see he was itching to replace my hands with his own. Big and powerful. But he couldn't. I wouldn't let him anyway. 
He wanted to play? Fine, we will. But two can play. 
He moved around on the bed, manspreading even more. Probably because his pants were too tight by now. But that was not my problem at the moment. I had a striptease to continue. 
As I kneaded my breasts, I turned my back to him, showing him my well-humped ass after hours spent at the gym. During those hours, I was proud of myself for all the suffering in the gym. 
I undulated my hips and moved them from side to side. My hands let go of my breasts to caress my body. I leaned forward, still caressing my skin, and held my ass up in front of his face, giving him an excellent view of my ass and pussy, which was already quite wet for him. 
"Fuck." Looking over my shoulder, a smile on the corner of my lips, I saw that he had removed his pants, which were already on the floor, keeping my top and bra company. His hand was taking very good care of his already swollen member.
The sun's coming up, oh You're on my side, oh I rub your thighs, oh You look in my eyes, oh And I just see the skies (see the skies) I'm so high, but I ain't smoked yet I'm just coming down from this! I'm gon' ride, I'm gon' ride I'm gon' ride, I'm, I'm gon' ride on you, baby On you, lady, all night, all night! I'm gonna take care of your body I'll be gentle, don't you scream It's getting hotter. Make it softer Feel your chest on top of me
Not happy that he has decided to pleasure himself without my permission, I run to him and unhook his hand from his cock. I sit on his lap and place my lips on his to finally taste him. His hands rest on my cheeks. The contact is electrifying.
With one hand, I hold him. With the other, I grab his hair and deepen our kiss. How could I become so addicted to a stranger's lips in such a short time? He was like a drug I was ready to overdose on.
I had only known him for one day, the second time we had met, and yet here he was, addicting me to his body, kisses, and caresses. 
But I wanted more. A lot more. What he offered wasn't enough. Frustrated by his lack of initiative, I rubbed my pussy against his naked cock. He grunts, making his chest vibrate and mine at the same time.
It feels good, but it's not what I was looking for. Breaking the kiss, I rise from his lap and grab his hand, forcing him to do the same. At this point in the evening, excitement runs through my veins. Right now, I am the epitome of lust.
I ripped off the rest of his clothes, leaving him completely naked. His already hard cock slammed against his belly, ready to be stuffed and jerked until its owner emptied himself entirely into me.
I can't stand all these dirty thoughts in my head anymore, so I push my partner onto the bed, and the next thing I know, I'm astride him, sitting on his erection.
I attacked his lips again and resumed my movements on his cock. 
"Oh, fuck. Go for it, baby." With his encouragement, I continued the movements, rubbing us together. Fuck, I've been dreaming about this all day.
All day I was haunted by the image of his body rubbing against mine.
Our moans blended into the most beautiful melody I'd ever heard as if they were meant to be played together. 
My swollen pussy, excited and quite wet, slid easily over his member. I quickened the pace of my movements, making us moan in unison. As I unleashed myself on him, I tilted my head back, consumed by pleasure. Without noticing, the tip of his cock wedged itself into the folds of my slit before landing entirely inside me.
I wasn't expecting it at all. Neither did he. As if struck by lightning, my lover came to his senses. Suddenly I was lying on the bed, while he was standing at the foot of the bed. 
What had happened? 
No sooner had I formulated my question than I felt hands grabbing my ankles before I found myself on all fours with my ass in the air. 
"Who allowed you to stick my cock in you, you naughty girl?" He brings his hand down on my ass once, twice, then three times. Again and again, until my pussy clenches in the void, begging for his cock to sink back in. My cries and moans are not lost on him as he grunts in response to them. 
"You like it when I'm hard on you, don't you?" He spanks me again. I can feel my wetness running down my thigh. "My needy slut." 
"You want me to sink into you hard, right?" I knew it was a rhetorical question. He didn't need me to answer it to tell himself he was right. So I didn't say anything. The only response he got was a whine. 
"Well, if that's what my baby wants," he steps forward, speaking in a low voice so only I can hear as if he's afraid someone might be listening. He steps away from me. "So this is what she'll get." Again he penetrates my pussy even harder.
Without giving me time to get used to his size, he continued his thrusts, increasing the speed more and more. 
Nothing made sense anymore. My mind was a mess. I couldn't see anything because I was so overwhelmed by the pleasure; the tears had taken possession of my eyes. I had to close my eyes to take in the overwhelming sensations.
I had to bury my head in the pillows to stifle my moans. I didn't want the neighboring rooms to complain about the noise and the risk that they would discover that I was being fucked by a hotel guest when I was only an employee.
My walls were clenching around his fat cock. I'm about to cum. But, he had sensed it. "Not yet, baby." He pulls out of me before turning me over. I am now facing him, my back pressed against the mattress. He grabs my ankles again and draws me closer. Closer to the edge of the bed.
He leans over, and I see his face dangerously close to my eager pussy. His warm wet tongue makes direct contact with my pussy. His tongue shamelessly plays with my clit. 
At times he changes between my clit and my slit. He plunges his tongue in several times, teasing my walls before his mouth settles on my clit and sucks it intensely. 
As I leaned back and clutched the blanket, I saw stars dancing above my head. I didn't know how much longer I could hold back the pleasure that brought me closer and closer to ultimate pleasure with each stroke of my lover's tongue. 
My moans flooded the room and echoed through the four walls. I tried to keep my cries down, but my partner wasn't much help. The coup de grâce came when he grunted against my clit. The vibrations increased my pleasure, but I managed to block the pleasure that threatened to explode. 
I'm about to come, but what should I do?
Should I give in to the pleasure and let the wave wash over me at the risk of making him even angrier? After all, it wouldn't be so bad. It would be another opportunity to be punished again. Or should I be a good girl and tell him I'm about to cum? 
No, that would be too easy. If I cum, it won't be my fault. He's the one who's too good at what he does. So it's decided: I won't tell him anything, and it's too bad if I cum and he doesn't like it.
My walls continue to contract around his tongue buried inside me while my desire threatens to explode like a nuclear bomb, irradiating my whole body. He sensed that I was about to climax because he stopped all movement.
When he stands up again, he inserts his member into mine, slowly at first, letting me feel every inch of his cock, which drives me crazy. When he reaches the bottom, he repeats the previous action ten times. After the eleventh, his movements intensify.
The slapping of our skins, moans, and bed creaking is a beautiful symphony. He was so hard on me that the headboard kept hitting the wall. I hope the room next door is empty. Otherwise, I'm screwed.
"Don't hold back anymore, baby. I'm coming, so come with me." He quickened his pace, which was the last straw. At this point, nothing could stop me from feeling what I felt. My mind was foggy. There was nothing in this world but lust.
This feeling is so unreal that I have no words to describe it.
My lover was also lost in pleasure. At the same time, as he poured into me, his grunts sounded like a sweet melody. His body had collapsed onto mine. His whole being trembled as he came to.
Though breathless, our mouths joined in a wild dance. "I have no words to describe what just happened. I moved a strand of wet hair stuck to his forehead.
"Then don't put it into words." This time I was the one who pressed our lips together. At that point, we were no longer customer/waitress. We were two strangers enjoying each other without worrying about consequences and retribution.
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YN's car | 12:41 p.m. | YN's POV -Five Days Later-
I had been driving for an hour. According to the GPS, I had only 8 minutes left to reach my destination.
During those 8 minutes, I took the opportunity to look at the landscape. I identified a few things that would probably be useful to me.
Since it was hot, I opened both front windows, which created a slight breeze. I stopped at a red light and took the time to look around. The beach was beautiful. The trees surrounding the road made the scenery even more exotic.
I think I'll spend the afternoon sunbathing by the water. I'll try to get some more color. More of what I already had. 
My new life will look like this: spending time at the beach for the few days I have left before returning to school. I will enjoy the beach every chance I get, as long as the sunny days are there. I will also take advantage of the opportunity to meet new people. Go out, party. Drink like never before. Yeah, that's definitely a good plan.
The sexy stranger from the hotel left the day after his "punishment," but I could tell we enjoyed our last night together as we said goodbye. Three days after he left, I couldn't hide the fact that I was lonely. I thought I'd be able to spend more time with him and enjoy potentially hot nights, but that clearly wasn't the case.
In the absence of his presence, I resorted to my faithful companion. My vibrator, which I had taken with me. 
However, before he left, the stranger gave me his phone number and made me promise to warn him of my arrival at the hotel the following year so that we could "start again." It seems that he will be back the next year. 
Let's just pray he doesn't find a girlfriend by then. 
One thing he didn't tell me was his name. But now that I have his phone number, I could ask him later. Since he had given it to me, I had not had the opportunity to contact him. Honestly, I didn't know what to say to him. 
Should I send him a nude picture? Or should I start gently, like a civilized person? 
"You have arrived at your destination." The robotic voice of my GPS warned me.
"Holy shit. Is this where I'll live?" The building in front of me was sublime, prominent, and wealthy. The facade alone reeked of wealth. I wouldn't even be surprised if I ran into a few celebrities. This building looked to be a little over 50 stories high.
I went straight to the underground garage and looked for my assigned parking space. Before I left, my mom texted me to give me an overview of what she had told me a million times: the address, the parking space number, the floor, and finally, the apartment number.
I only took the suitcases that I had in Jeju. The rest of my stuff that was in Daegu had already been delivered. Once inside the elevator - magnificent and luxurious - I dial the code as the golden doors close.
As the elevator rises, my heart rate increases. The stress begins to overwhelm me. My hands get clammy and shaky. Yes, I was nervous about meeting my soon-to-be father-in-law, but what made me even more unsettled was meeting his son. 
I hope he's not an arrogant daddy's boy. If he is, he and I might not get along. 
When I leave the elevator, which alone reeks of wealth, I go down to my new floor and walk to the door of my new home. I ring the bell and wait a few seconds before the door opens. 
Without realizing it, I take a few steps back, dropping my bags as my mother hugs me. 
"My baby, you're finally here! How was your trip? Did you have a good trip? Wasn't there too much traffic?" Typical of my mother, bombarding me with questions without giving me time to answer. 
"Take it easy, honey. At least give her time to get home and unpack. Come on in, YN. Welcome to your new home." My mother's companion is forced to pull her off me so I can pick up my things and enter the apartment. 
I take off my shoes before following them into the living room, which is enormous. "Welcome to your new home, baby." My mom said. 
A man was sitting on the large couch in the living room, and he seemed to be obsessing over his phone screen before his father cleared his throat. I turned to face my mother's companion, who was about to speak. It would be rude of me to turn my back on him when he was about to talk to me.  
"YN, let me introduce you to your soon-to-be step-brother." He gestures with his hand in the direction of his son.
But when I turned to look at the man who had been sitting on the couch a few seconds ago and was now standing in front of me, towering over me with his great height, my eyes went wide.
This is a joke.
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      CICADA is a seven-member boy group under ANGELICO Entertainment. The group is very popular domestically, easily one of Angelico's most successful male acts, though they are still gaining an international fanbase. They debuted with a Netflix series with the same name where they play themselves surviving through a bug-infested apocalypse. The critically acclaimed and award-winning series had a two-season run with twenty episodes before concluding in 2022.
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      TAKASHI ISSEI professionally known as ISSEI was born in 1999 in tokyo, japan. he originally trained under avex before being scouted by angelico, totaling 5 years in training. issei is a well known actor, starring in multiple films and dramas throughout the years. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 1.
–––   full name: TAKASHI ISSEI
–––   birthday: december 22nd, 1999
–––   birthplace: tokyo, japan
–––   position: leader, main vocalist, lead dancer.
–––   role: the leader
–––   main season : season 1
–––   height: 6’0”
–––   ethnicity: japanese
–––   faceclaim: kamio fuju
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      JEON JIHO professionally known as JIHO was born in 1997 in seoul, south korea. he trained for five years. jiho was a child actor, acting between the ages of 6 and 12 before disappearing from the industry to presumedly focus on his studies. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 2.
–––   full name: JEON JIHO
–––   birthday: september 22nd, 1997
–––   birthplace: seoul, south korean
–––   position: main vocalist, lead rapper.
–––   role: the secret keeper
–––   main season : season 2
–––   height: 6’0”
–––   ethnicity: korean
–––   faceclaim: lee jaehyun
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      LEE HYOJIN professionally known as HYO was born in 1999 in daegu, south korea. he trained for five years. hyojin was raised by his aunt and uncle after his mother passed in childbirth and his father abandoned him two weeks later. hyojin is known for causing controversy for his attitude and bullying past. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 1.
–––   full name: LEE HYOJIN
–––   birthday: december 31st, 1999
–––   birthplace: daegu, south korean
–––   position: main vocalist, center, main dancer.
–––   role: the wanderer 
–––   main season : season 1
–––   height: 5’10”
–––   ethnicity: korean
–––   faceclaim: choi yeonjun
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      PARK DAEUL professionally known as DAE was born in 2000 in miami, florida. he trained for three years. daeul is most known for his producing and former underground rapping career though he doesn't speak much on his old music. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 1.
–––   full name: PARK DAEUL
–––   birthday: july 1st, 2000
–––   birthplace: daegu, south korean
–––   position: main rapper, fotg, lead dancer.
–––   role: the heel
–––   main season : season 1
–––   height: 6’0”
–––   ethnicity: korean
–––   faceclaim: kim sunwoo
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      ASH KIM professionally known as ASH was born in 2000 in melbourne, australia. he was originally a member of the band "4OCEANS"where he was the lead singer and guitarist. they presumably silently disbanded in 2020. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 2.
–––   full name: ASH KIM
–––   birthday: october 11th, 2000
–––   birthplace: melbourne, australia
–––   position: main rapper, lead vocalist, lead dancer.
–––   role: the prodigy 
–––   main season : season 2
–––   height: 5’8”
–––   ethnicity: korean
–––   faceclaim: han jisung
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      NA CHANSOL professionally known as SOL was born in 1998 in incheon, south korea. chansol was once in the running to be a deepdive member once they were acquired by angelico, garnering him a small yet dedicated fanbase that only grew once he debuted. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 2.
–––   full name: NA CHANSOL
–––   birthday: november 11th, 1998
–––   birthplace: incheon, south korea.
–––   position: main rapper, lead vocalist.
–––   role: the robin
–––   main season : season 2
–––   height: 5’10”
–––   ethnicity: korean
–––   faceclaim: lee byounggon
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𝆹 🌐. ˚      –––      SAMMY SON professionally known as NIGHT was born in 2002in baltimore, maryland. sammy is the younger brother of pushing daisies member, elliot, as well as a child model. he was the main character in CICADA: Season 2.
–––   full name: SAMMY SON // SON SUNGHOON
–––   birthday: august 11th, 2002
–––   birthplace: baltimore, maryland.
–––   position: main dancer, lead rapper, maknae
–––   role: the hope
–––   main season : season 2
–––   height: 6’1”
–––   ethnicity: korean-caucasian
–––   faceclaim: huening kai
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turb0dreams · 2 months
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HI, I'M JANET. i'm a fictional k-pop trainee under the house of dreams (HoD). currently, i'm competing on the survival show fresh produce, hoping for a chance to debut and showcase my talents to the world. will you support me on my journey?
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I. ARE YOU FEELING YOURSELF NOW? — BASIC INFORMATION
BIRTH NAME. Kim Soojung (김수정) STAGE NAME. Janet (재넷) BIRTH DATE. January 29, 2001 ZODIAC. Aquarius MBTI. INTP NATIONALITY. Korean BIRTHPLACE. Daegu, South Korea LANGUAGES. Korean, English
II. SINGING JUST FOR THE THRILL — CAREER
COMPANY. The House of Dreams (HoD) OCCUPATION. Trainee TRAINING PERIOD. 3 years (2021 – present)
III. ALL YOU EVER WANTED — BACKGROUND
Born on January 29, 2001 in Daegu, South Korea, Janet (Kim Soojung) is the only child of Kim Seongho, a software developer, and Choi Kyungjin, a nurse. Both parents worked full time, and her mother’s schedule was especially unpredictable. As a result, Janet was a latchkey kid, usually if not always coming home from school to an empty house. “Spending all that time alone made me independent. I learned how to do a lot of things for myself at a young age.”
Academically, she was an average student, but she excelled in athletics and extracurriculars, enjoying various sports and hobbies. In middle school, while conspiring with friends on what to do for an upcoming talent show, Janet began to realize she had a passion for dance. “My bedroom became a little dance studio. I was always practicing and making up choreographies for my favorite songs.” Once she took up dancing, she never dropped it, growing her talent over the years. Realizing that her abilities might earn her a place in the k-pop industry, Janet auditioned for several companies, and she was eventually accepted to HoD in February 2021. Unfortunately, as the company directed the majority of their resources towards already existing projects, Janet endured a three-year training period with little discussion of a debut.
CURRENTLY, Janet is participating in the girl group survival show FRESH PRODUCE. She joined the show while searching for new opportunities in her career. “After three years of training with no debut, I felt like I had to do something. I’m really passionate about dance, and I know I’ve got the talent! I don’t want to waste any more time.”
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lacy-o-meter · 1 month
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⁽ ALL YOU NEED IS ⁾ ⁎ LACY ¸ get to know the members of the fictional four member girl group under memory bank entertainment who debuted on march 14th 2020 with their single “ love world ”
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⁎ … … HAEUN HWANG, known by her stage name LOVIE was born in south korea to a professor father and pediatrician mother, who haeun recalls being 'very strict.' despite her parents protests, haeun had a passion for the arts and was auditioning and performing whenever she could. she joined a dance team in middle school where she caught the eye of scouters from DOHE- one of the top four entertainment companies- and signed with them.
haeun left DOHE in 2018 after being removed from their debuting girl group 4TUNE and being told there was no longer a place for her there. she was immediately picked up by memory bank where eun jangmi promised her that she would debut within two years.
⋯ BIRTHDAY ⁙ june 2, 2000 ⋯ ZODIAC ⁙ gemini ⋯ BIRTHPLACE ⁙ daegu, south korea ⋯ HOMETOWN ⁙ suseong, daegu ⋯ NATIONALITY ⁙ korean ⋯ YEARS TRAINED ⁙ 8 years ⋯ POSITIONS ⁙ center, main vocal, lead dancer ⋯ FACECLAIM ⁙ kim chaewon
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⁎ … … SORA KIM, known by her stage name ADORA was born in california to a banker mother and accountant father. sora grew up with a variety of skills and interests, especially in sports. she was getting ready for college when she joined her friends to a random audition in the city, not expecting anything and just doing it for fun. the company holding the audition was CLOCKWORK CREATIVE- the company that bought out memory bank. surprisingly, sora was accepted while her friends were not.
although she previously had little interest in performing, she was feeling aimless about her future and what she really wanted to do. sora graduated early from high school, and after speaking more with eun jangmi, she decided to sign with the subsidiary company and flew to seoul a month later in 2017. ⋯ BIRTHDAY ⁙ august 6, 2000 ⋯ ZODIAC ⁙ leo ⋯ BIRTHPLACE ⁙ california, united states ⋯ HOMETOWN ⁙ san francisco, california ⋯ NATIONALITY ⁙ korean-american ⋯ YEARS TRAINED ⁙ 3 years ⋯ POSITIONS ⁙ lead vocal, main dancer, sub rapper ⋯ FACECLAIM ⁙ park chaewon
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⁎ … … CHAEYEON SEO, known by her stage name CHEY was born in south korea to a single working mother who chaeyeon calls her role model. although they struggled when she was growing up, chaeyeon has been working to support her family since she was a child by busking and helping neighbors. when she was 12, she was street casted onto a singing show looking for potential stars. although she didn't win the competition, she got far enough to show her skills and got the attention of STARSET STUDIO, a new company which had a handful of singers and actors at the time.
since chaeyeon was so young, the company was unsure of what to do with her, so she was thrown into acting and got to sing a couple of OSTs that never showed much success. chaeyeon left STARSET in 2016 to join CLOCKWORK where she finally got real training. she was then approached a year later to switch to their new subsidiary where she met eun jangmi and began training for LACY. ⋯ BIRTHDAY ⁙ may 19, 1997 ⋯ ZODIAC ⁙ taurus ⋯ BIRTHPLACE ⁙ seoul, south korea ⋯ HOMETOWN ⁙ gangseo, seoul ⋯ NATIONALITY ⁙ korean ⋯ YEARS TRAINED ⁙ 10 years ⋯ POSITIONS ⁙ main vocal, dancer ⋯ FACECLAIM ⁙ song hayoung
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⁎ … … YURINA HARADA, known as YURINA was born in japan to a lawyer father and stay-at-home mom, who divorced when she was thirteen. yurina chose to stay with her father afterwards, while her two younger brothers stay with their mom. she says she chose him because he said she could join an arts high school, which she was accepted into despite her being an amateur.
dancing came naturally to yurina, which is how she got into ONE IN A MUSIC when she was 15. yurina was one of the most talented trainees at the time, which got her on a flight to korea for a summer training camp. there, she met eun jangmi who managed to convince her that her skills her better suited for a group like LACY than whatever she was going to wind up in. ⋯ BIRTHDAY ⁙ april 17, 2002 ⋯ ZODIAC ⁙ aries ⋯ BIRTHPLACE ⁙ tokyo, japan ⋯ HOMETOWN ⁙ setagaya, tokyo ⋯ NATIONALITY ⁙ japanese ⋯ YEARS TRAINED ⁙ 3 years ⋯ POSITIONS ⁙ main dancer, lead vocal, rapper ⋯ FACECLAIM ⁙ fukutomi tsuki
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mwnlght · 12 days
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hi, everyone! this is autumn (she/they, 21+) and you might also find me at @svnlght ! ♡ and i bring you yet another of my babies: moon taeho, a part time server + university student (major in architecture) that is just trying to make it through (and either be finally loved by his parents or finally let go of his desire for their validation); overall, he's a sweet person with a touch of grumpy and forever dark circles under his eyes. here is profile and here is his pinterest! as always, under the cut there's more details of his bio + plot ideas!
his family is pretty ordinary despite them being sort of rich considering his dad is the ceo of an architecture company and his mom a famous graphic designer, but just weren't much of the parental type.
so when taeho is born out of an accident, they don't know what to do with him but they at least try (not very successfully) until they get tired of that too and taeho is mostly left to his own devices since a little too young.
things don't get better when his younger brother is born as the apple of his parents' eyes, a child that came when they actually wanted one and used the excuse that he was born with a sick body to give him more attention than to taeho (but then things didn't change when his little brother got healthy later on).
so he learned how to be an adult a little too soon and how to look after himself; surprisingly he doesn't really resent neither his parents nor his brother for it and he does love them dearly, would die and kill for them, even if the relationship with his parents is still awkward at best.
was (and still is) a good student with good grades and as much as he just wanted to chill throughout his school years, he still ended up class president more than once and almost if not all of his group assignments he ended up as the group's leader because at the end of the day he's very critical and methodical about things, esp academic work, so he ends up taking charge just so things will be up to his standards. he also has very dependable vibes so people end up relying on him a lot too so in the end he does end up in positions of leadership even if the i in his mbti wants otherwise.
characteristics that he carries with himself to this day. hence why new semester is yet another broken promise that he'll just chill in group tasks and agree with everything.
moves to seoul for university in a way to try to escape the awkward environment that seems to linger whenever he's in the same space as his parents; besides daegu isn't a city that he necessarily sees his life being at so expanding his horizons to seoul seemed like a good idea.
receives an allowance from his parents but still works part time at a cafe to earn money and use as little (if at all) the money that he gets from his parents, deciding to use it only for extreme emergencies.
wanted connections !
classmates ! someone who loves doing projects with him because taeho does most of hard work anyway or maybe someone who doesn't like doing projects with him because you two end up always bumping heads due to difference of opinions and no one is too willing to give in.
rent-a-boyfriend ! someone who is in need of a fake boyfriend for whatever reason (introduce him to their family so they'll be kicked out left alone / impress their in a relationship!friends / they joked about having a bf and missed the timing to say it was a joke so now they have to keep the lie up, etc etc) and for some reason taeho ends up being your guy.
coworkers at cheongsudang cafe ! someone who tease hims for the way he doesn't have exactly the most friendly of the faces even when he's serving costumers (but he's still known as one of the cute servers); someone who sees him off work and is completely off guard when discovering that he has a full sleeve of tattoos since he usually has them covered for work, is also very surprised by the piercings too since they assumed he just didn't seem like the type.
regulars / costumers at cheongsudang cafe ! maybe someone that he sees almost everyday and they always order the same thing so ofc that he's going to memorize their order; someone he realizes might not be having the best day and he's feeling particularly generous so he decides to get them a little baking good on (his tab) the house along with their coffee; someone who sees that he's having a bad day and tries to buy him coffee or whatever instead and as much as taeho appreciates it, he can't really have anything on the clock (but with some insisting, he'll def keep it for his break).
ex(es) / crushes / weird flirtationship that looks more like bickeringship / blind date(s) or not so much blind date(s) / smoking one of us always has the lighter when the other doesn't buddies / anime/manga/manhwa buddies / gym you're the only reason i didn't break my strike yet buddies or even gym rivals to gym buddies / tba if i manage to come up with more of them !
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sparkwrldsz · 1 month
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›› Get to know Juliet 𖦹ׂ 𓈒 𖤐
She was born and raised in Seattle, WA
She has a Korean mom and a American Dad
Her dad left when she was 3 years old and since then they have not maintained any contact.
Then, when Juliet was 5 years old, her mother started dating one of her coworkers.
In 2003, her sister Emily was born.
From there she has considered her step-dad as her biological father
Pledis recruited her at the dance academy she went to in the states.
Juliey moved to Korea when she was 17 to train.
Her grandparents are from Daegu, so she constantly goes to visit them.
Since she was little she has liked music, her favorite artists are Taylor Swift and Rihanna
She is quite shy and introverted
she cries a lot, she gets very emotional when she sees carats or the members crying
knows how to play the guitar very well
Juliet is known for her ability to compose and write song lyrics. She has contributed to the creation of several Seventeen songs.
Before debuting as an idol, Juliet studied modern dance for several years, which gave her a solid foundation in dance.
She was on the cheerleading team at her school, so she's very good at tumbling.
Her representative emoji is the Koala since Juliet really likes to sleep.
In 2020 she took a break from activities with the group due to a depression and anxiety crisis.
She was diagnosed with anemia so you will always see her very sleepy.
Has a little dog named Bailey.
Juliet has around 5 small tattoos, the first one was done at the beginning of 2021 and is a butterfly.
Her love language is words of affirmation and physical contact.
Juliet's favorite food its' pizza
her favorite color is blue
she doesn't like seafood
In 2017 she had an injury in her knee ligament that kept her without making performances for a while.
She is very good at baking. So she is always making either cakes or cookies for the members.
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