#너라는

[ikjun]

너라는 빛을 끝까지 잡아 I'm gonna win this fight

[mountaesan]

in the silence ; l. riwoo

pairing. non-idol!riwoo x reader genre. childhood best friends to lovers , angst , mutual pining , fluff ? synopsis. silence was always the third party in you and riwoo’s friendship , but somewhere , at some point , the silence began to shift to something you couldn’t name word count. 4.8k  warnings. riwoo’s clothes are described to be ‘oversized’ for reader , mild cussing , riwoo breaks into reader’s place ( FOR GOOD ) , reader kinda isolates themself for a couple days , mentions of not eating  playlist. you’re in love by taylor swift , 너라는 별 by 고추잠자리 , she chose me by bruno major , everything by the black skirts notes. the day that i no longer become inspired by songs is the day i quit as a writer

Riwoo guided you into his apartment, his arm steady around your waist as you stumbled against him, your laughter soft and slurred from the countless drinks you’ve had. The door clicked shut behind you, and the world outside melted into the stillness of his home. It was quiet, save for the muffled hum of the traffic outside, below his apartment—a stark contrast to the pounding bass of the club you’d left behind.

The bedroom was cloaked in darkness, the faint glow of the city spilling in through the blinds and painting faint patterns along the walls. You let yourself collapse onto Riwoo’s bed, your limbs splayed carelessly across the covers, your head sinking into the pillow with a loud sigh.

He stood by the edge of the bed, watching as your breathing slowed, your drunken giggles fading into sleepy murmurs. For a moment, he hesitated, unsure if he should disturb you, but then he noticed the state of your coat. It was bunched uncomfortable around your frame, the fabric tugging awkwardly at your shoulder.

He crouched down beside you, fingers brushing the edge of your coat. “Let’s get you outta this,” he murmured, his voice quiet, almost as if he was talking to himself.

Your half-lidded eyes fluttered open, glassy and unfocused, as his fingers moved to the buttons of your coat. The first one came undone easily, but as he reached for the second, your hand rose, clumsily grabbing hold of his wrist. The room seemed to shrink in that moment, unlike his heart, the faint sound of your breathing the only thing tethering him to the present.

Riwoo froze, his pulse stuttering in his chest. You were looking at him now, truly looking, your gaze heavy despite the haze of alcohol. Your lips parted as if to speak, but no words came out.

The silence that followed was thick and unyielding, filling the room like a tide rising too fast to escape. Riwoo’s heart was pounding so loudly he swore he could hear it echo and fill every quiet corner of the apartment, each beat a confession he hadn’t dared to voice.

His throat went dry, a lump forming that he couldn’t swallow down. The silence pressed in around him, thick and heavy, and yet within it, he was able to hear what he desperately tried to ignore—a secret he had buried so deeply within, woven into the fabric of his being.

He could feel it in the weight of his gaze, in the stillness of the moment that wrapped around them like a fragile cocoon. It was in the way his hands trembled, hovering over the buttons of your coat, and in the ache blooming in his chest. The unspoken truth hung between you, so loud in its silence that it felt like the air particles themselves were trembling with it.

He loved you.

Riwoo finally opened his mouth to speak, but found that the words were lodged somewhere deep inside him.

“I love you,” he whispered, though it only came out as, “Let me take care of you.”

You blinked slowly. “Me too,” you said in response, though it only came out as the faintest hint of a nod dipping your head forward. Your eyes slipped shut once more and the tension in his chest unraveled as your breathing deepened, the moment slipping away as quickly as it had arrived.

Riwoo worked carefully, his hands gentle as he unfastened the rest of your coat and slipped it from your shoulders. He tugged the covers over you, tucking you in like he’d done once when you were children, when scraped knees and bad dreams were the only things that needed mending.

He lingered for a moment, kneeling by your side of the bed. Your face was soft in sleep, your features bathed in the faint glow of the street lights outside. A strand of hair fell against your cheek, and without thinking, he reached out to brush it away. His fingers lingered, tracing a featherlight path along your temple before retreating.

“Good night,” he murmured, the words almost lost in the loud silence. He didn’t know if he was saying it to you or the ache in his chest that still hadn’t faded.

With a final glance, Riwoo stood and made his way to the living room. He collapsed onto the couch, staring up at the ceiling as the stillness pressed against his chest once more. The sound of your soft, even breaths reached him faintly through the walls, serving as a lullaby and a reminder of everything he couldn’t say.

With a heavy sigh, he made himself comfortable on the couch, pulling a blanket over his body before tucking an arm under his head. He closed his eyes and willed himself to fall asleep before he could wonder if he’d ever find the courage to tell you what was revealed at his bedside, after the silence and your heavy gaze had stripped away everything he had ever held close to his heart, leaving him bare and vulnerable.

The first thing you noticed was the smell. The acrid smell of something burning pulled you from the haze of sleep, and along with it, came the dull throb of a pounding headache. You groaned, clutching your temple as you sat up. The bed beneath you felt foreign. The sheets were too crisp, and the room was too tidy. It took you a moment to piece it together—Riwoo’s apartment.

And that smell.

The smell persisted, stubborn and unmistakable, and despite the nausea curling in your stomach, you forced yourself to stand and you shuffled out of the bedroom. You stumbled out into the hallway, your socked feet padding softly against the floor, towards the source of the chaos. The closer you got to the kitchen, the clearer the scene became. 

The kitchen was bathed in morning light, streaming in through the window over the sink, and there stood Riwoo. His hair was mussed, sticking up in uneven tufts like he’d just rolled out of bed, and he was entirely focused on the task at hand. You thought the sight of him wrestling with a frying pan and muttering under his breath was both endearing and absurd. 

Your gaze flickered to the counter, where a single, very burnt piece of toast sat on a plate. The edges were charred black, curling slightly, and the image brought an involuntary smile to your lips, despite the way your head currently felt like it was splitting in two.

As if reminded of your headache, you clutched your temple and groaned audibly. Riwoo turned around at the sound, a spatula in hand and a warm, boyish smile already spreading across his face. 

“Good morning,” he said. His voice was softer than usual, tinged with a hint of sheepishness. “You feeling okay?”

You didn’t trust your voice yet, so you shook your head. Riwoo set the pan down and reached for a mug, pouring coffee before handing it to you.

“Coffee,” he said simply, his fingers brushing yours as you gratefully accepted the gift of all miracles in the form of piping hot coffee in a ceramic cup.

The warmth of the mug seeped into your hands, and you exhaled, grateful. You brought it to your lips, savoring the bitter warmth that chased away the fog in your mind. “You’re a lifesaver,” you muttered.

He chuckled, the sound low and comforting. “Go wash up. Breakfast isn’t done yet anyway.”

You blinked at him, your brain still sluggish.

As if he knew what you were thinking, Riwoo pointed over his shoulder as he spoke. “Top drawer of the dresser in my room. I have a bunch of old dance shirts that should work. Towels are in the bathroom cabinet. Holler if you need anything else.”

You nodded and shuffled off to the bathroom, grateful for the excuse to rinse away the remnants of last night. The hot water was a small mercy, clearing your head just enough to leave you feeling human again. You pulled on Riwoo’s shirt after your shower. It was one of his worn, oversized ones that were strictly reserved for his dance practices and lounging around in his bed until the sky was high in the sky. The scent of detergent and something indefinably him wrapped around you like a second skin. With your hair still damp, you returned to the kitchen, the coffee in your system doing little to take the edge off your headache.

When you returned to the kitchen, the sight before you made you pause. Riwoo was setting the table, moving around the small space as he focused on the task at hand. On the plate on his side was the burnt toast from earlier, and in its place at your seat was a perfectly golden, buttered slice. 

“You’re seriously eating that?” you asked, nodding toward his plate as you slid into your chair. 

He glanced down, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. “It’s fine. I like the crispy parts,” he lied.

You felt your chest ache with something you couldn’t quite name.

The two of you ate in relative silence, the clink of forks and the occasional sip of coffee filling the space between you. You caught yourself stealing glances at Riwoo, at the way the morning light kissed his features, softening the angles of his jaw and painting his profile in a golden glow.

The quiet felt too good, too easy. And you couldn’t help but wonder—would this be what mornings looked like if you were together?

Would Riwoo always hand you a mug of steaming coffee with that gentle smile of his? Would you be able to shuffle up to him, wrapping your arms around his waist as he cooked breakfast? Would he laugh when you tried to sway with him in the cramped kitchen, your feet stepping on his as he tries to teach you to dance?

The thought sent a pang through your chest, bittersweet and oddly enough—familiar, and you nearly jumped when Riwoo nudged your foot under the table. Startled, you looked up to meet his gaze.

His eyes were warm, crinkling slightly at the corners as his lips curved into an easy smile. There was nothing extraordinary about it, and yet, the weight of the moment settled deep into your chest, grounding you in a way that simultaneously felt comforting and terrifying. 

Your stomach lurched, and for a fleeting second, you thought it was the remnants of your hangover. But no, it wasn’t that.

What was it?

You swallowed hard, dropping your gaze back to your plate as warmth crept up your neck. Riwoo didn’t seem to notice the sudden shift in your behavior, or if he did, he didn’t say anything. Instead, he finished the last bite of his toast and leaned back in his chair, that stupid, damning smile still lingering on his lips as he asked, “More coffee?”

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat.

It was love. 

Riwoo had known you for more than half of his life. If he counted the years the two of you spent apart while you were off at college, it would be closer to two-thirds. You were constants in each other’s lives, intertwined through every milestone, big and small.

He was there when you lost your first tooth—blood, tears, and drama included. You were there for his first performance in front of an audience—fourteen and brilliant and shining. He was there when you received your first college acceptance letter, and you were there when he got the call from his dream dance company.

Even after spending years apart, your connection didn’t waver. You understood each other in ways words could never articulate. A glance was more than enough for Riwoo to understand your mood, and a brush of his shoulders could communicate everything he wanted to say.

Well, almost everything.

So for you to go completely radio silence within a matter of days after that morning at his apartment, it raised a million red flags all at once. Something was wrong.

woo: are you dead woo: you’re not gonna sue me right woo: if you are i have a friend in pre-law woo: but actually, i’ll be suing YOU for causing me extensive emotional distress woo: for making me WORRY MY FUCKING ASS OFF

You stared at his messages, the knot in your chest tightening. Just as you set your phone down with a sigh, a loud thud from the living room made you jump. Then came the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.

Your phone vibrated in your hand again.

woo: dw i’ll pay for all damages 😁

“What the hell?” you muttered, clutching the device tightly as you debated whether to call the authorities. Before you could decide, your bedroom door flew open, flooding your pitch-black sanctuary with harsh light. 

Riwoo stood in the doorway, silhouetted by the glow of the living room light. You couldn’t see his face clearly, but the set of his shoulders and the way his hand gripped the door frame made it clear he was furious.

You hissed, burrowing under your blanket like a vampire caught in sunlight.

“Go away,” you groaned, turning toward the wall. “I’m alive, you can leave now.”

Heavy footsteps approached your bed, followed by the sharp tug of your blanket being yanked off. You whined, curling further into yourself and throwing an arm over your face. Riwoo’s sigh filled the room—heavy, frustrated, but still him. He crouched beside you, his hand finding your arm in a gentle, grounding touch.

“Let’s go outside,” he said quietly, his voice softer than you expected.

You peeked at him through the crook of your arm, your voice hoarse. “You’re… not mad at me?”

He rolled his eyes, sighing again, but this time, with less heat and more exhaustion. “Of course I’m mad. But yelling at you when you’re like this isn’t going to fix anything. You need fresh air. When’s the last time you ate?”

You opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off with a raised hand. “Actually, don’t answer that. It’s only going to piss me off more. Let’s go.”

“I’m a mess,” you muttered, your voice slightly cracking. “I haven’t showered in days, and I look like—”

Riwoo tugged off his hoodie and tossed it onto the bed beside you. “Put that on. No more excuses.”

You stared at the hoodie in your lap, the familiar scent of him clinging to the fabric. It was warm, comforting, and overwhelmingly him. You hesitated, your throat tight with the weight of everything you’d been avoiding, but his eyes softened as he stood, holding out a hand to you.

“C’mon,” he urged, his voice quieter now, more steady. “Let me take care of you.”

And for the first time in days, you found yourself reaching back. 

You weren’t sure how Riwoo always managed to get you to comply with his whims. Maybe it was the quiet resolve in his voice or the way his presence felt like the warm glow of a streetlamp in the dead of night—steady and unyielding. Whatever it was, it worked. Without protest, you found yourself sitting in the passenger seat of his car, the faint scent of pine air freshener and him filling the air.

Riwoo drove in silence. His hands were steady on the wheel, his profile lit faintly by the muted glow of the dashboard. It wasn’t until you glanced out the window that you realized it was already well past 11 p.m. The world outside was cloaked in darkness, save for the soft hum of streetlights and the quiet stillness of the neighborhood you passed through. 

The car rolled to a stop at a small diner, one of those places that never seemed to close. Riwoo didn’t say a word as he led you inside and handed you a menu, his gaze flickering to you now and then as you scanned the options. When the food arrived, you barely took a breath between bites, practically inhaling the food as hunger overwhelmed you. He sat across from you, his chin resting on his hand, watching in that quiet, steady way of his.

Back in the car, he didn’t immediately head home. Instead, he drove to the small general store the two of you used to frequent as kids. Nostalgia hit you like a freight train as the car pulled into the gravel parking lot, the old flickering sign casting soft light over the cracked pavement.

The fluorescent lights buzzed faintly as you stepped inside, your footsteps echoing against the tiles. He bought you an ice cream cone—just like he used to back then—and the two of you walked outside to the weathered bench out front.

The bench creaked beneath your weight, but it held, just like it always had. You swung your feet idly, almost out of habit, the heels of your sneakers scraping the dirt floor with each swing. It felt silly and a little awkward—your legs now too long now for the childish habit—but you did it anyway.

The hum of cicadas filled the silence, accompanied by the soft whistle of a cool night breeze. You felt lighter than you had in days. 

Riwoo broke the silence first, his voice low and careful, as if he didn’t want to disturb the fragile peace. “How are you feeling now?”

You hummed thoughtfully, licking the edges of your ice cream cone. “Better. A little, at least.” 

He sighed, a sound heavy with relief, and leaned back against the bench, his head tilting toward the starless sky. “Good. I was really scared, you know.”

You glanced at him, his profile softened by the faint glow of the store’s lights. “Scared?”

He nodded, not meeting your gaze. “It reminded me of college… when you disappeared. Five years, just like that. You didn’t call. You didn’t text. I thought—” He paused, his voice faltering. “This might sound childish or whatever but… I thought maybe you found better people. More interesting people. And you just decided to leave me behind.”

His words stunned you. You’d never realized how deeply it had affected him.

“No.” The word came out sharper than you intended. You shifted, tucking your legs up onto the bench, your chin resting on your knees as you faced him fully. “No, Riwoo. Of course not.”

He finally looked at you, his brows furrowed slightly, as if he didn’t quite believe you. 

“There is no one more interesting in the world than you,” you said, your voice trembling slightly. “You’ve always been the most interesting person to me, Riwoo. I wouldn’t trade you for anything. You’re my best friend.” Your voice softened, though the unspoken truth behind your words ached to spill out.

And the person I’ve loved for as long as I can remember.

Riwoo blinked before his lips curved into a faint smile as he finished the last bit of his ice cream. “Thanks,” he murmured, his tone light, though his eyes glimmered with something you couldn’t quite place.

The silence returned, but it felt different now—lighter, almost tender. You worked your way through your cone, slurping softly as you tried to keep the melting ice cream from dripping onto your hands. Riwoo leaned back, watching you with quiet amusement, his head tilted slightly.

“You’ve got a little…” he murmured, trailing off as he leaned closer, his hand reaching out.

Before you could react, his thumb brushed against the corner of your lips, wiping away a small smudge of ice cream. The sudden closeness, the way his touch lingered for just a moment too long—it sent your heart into overdrive.

“Saving this for later?” he teased, his tone casual, but his actions anything but.

Your heart stuttered as he brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the ice cream off without hesitation.

Your brain short-circuited. 

Heat bloomed across your face, and you froze, staring at him wide-eyed. Riwoo caught your expression and laughed softly, the sound low and warm and you felt the faint nudge of his shoulder against yours. “Still the same messy eater.”

When you returned home, the air between you and Riwoo felt lighter, as if the weight of your earlier silence had been lifted and replaced with something softer. You lingered at the door, shifting from foot to foot as you tried to find the words. 

“Hey,” you started, hesitating for a moment. “Do you… want to sleep over? It’s late, and I don’t want you driving back.”

Riwoo looked at you, his brow quirking slightly before he nodded. “Sure. But only if you promise not to snore like last time at my place. They were penetrating my walls.”

You rolled your eyes, leading him inside. “You can sleep in my bed,” you offered as you walked to your room.

“Nope,” he replied, his voice light but firm. “Floor’s fine. I’m not taking your bed from you. You know how much of a bed hog I am.”

You didn’t argue, knowing it would be pointless. Instead, you handed him a spare pillow and an extra blanket. He knelt by the side of the bed, arranging the pillow and blanket into something resembling a nest.

While he worked, you disappeared into the bathroom to shower. The warm water washed away the days’ worth of grime, leaving you feeling lighter. When you emerged, fresh-faced and toothbrush in hand, you were wearing the same shirt you’d borrowed from him last time at his place.

Riwoo froze mid-reach for his phone charger when he saw you. His gaze lingered for a second too long on the oversized shirt that draped over you.

“Wait,” he said, his voice slightly uneven. “Is that… my shirt?”

You blinked at him, toothbrush still in your mouth. “Yeah?”

“You… kept it?” he asked, standing up slowly. 

You shrugged, continuing to brush your teeth. “Did you want me to throw it away?”

He opened his mouth to reply but faltered, his face flushing in the moonlight filtering through your window. “I didn’t expect you to keep wearing it, that’s all.”

“I mean,” you leaned against your bedframe, gathering all the courage you could muster before speaking again. “I like it. It’s comfortable. And… it smells like you.”

Riwoo coughed, turning abruptly to fiddle with his makeshift bed. “Right. Well. Uh… glad you like it, then. I guess.”

You felt relieved when you saw the slightest twinge of red dusting his cheeks out of embarrassment. Guess that made two of you, then.

You turned back to the bathroom, spitting out the toothpaste and rinsing your mouth. When you returned, Riwoo was already lying down on the floor, one arm behind his head and his phone in the other hand. 

You climbed into your bed, but instead sprawling across the middle like you normally would, you curled up on the edge closest to where he lay. Your arm dangled off the side, fingers brushing against the floor.

The room was quiet except for the faint rustle of blankets and the soft hum of cicadas outside. Moonlight spilled through the window, illuminating Riwoo’s face. You couldn’t help but stare, your gaze tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the way his lashes cast shadows on his cheeks, the faint curve of his lips. 

He was scrolling on his phone, utterly unaware of your scrutiny, but when his eyes flicked up and met yours, your heart stuttered. Heat rushed to your cheeks, and you quickly looked away.

But Riwoo just smiled faintly and reached up, his hand brushing against yours in a playful nudge.

“Can’t sleep?” he asked softly.

“Not yet,” you murmured, your voice barely audible in the stillness.

“Me neither.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, your hand dangling off the edge of the bed and his brushing against yours every so often. Eventually, the drowsiness won, pulling you under like a tide.

The rustling soon woke you like a whisper. You stirred, disoriented with the heaviness of sleep still clinging to your eyelids. The world beyond your bed felt hazy and dim, bathed in muted silver moonlight that spilled across the room in broken fragments. You blinked once, twice, before the sound pulled you fully awake.

Rolling the edge of the bed, you peered down. Riwoo was there, his form restless beneath the blanket, the shadows playing tricks on the expression etched across his face. His hair, messy and mussed, caught in the light as he tossed and turned, fighting some unseen struggle.

“Woo?” you called out softly, your voice rough with sleep. You rubbed your eyes. “Is everything okay?”

He froze at the sound of your voice, his movements stilled like a wave caught mid-crash. Slowly, he turned onto his side to face you for a moment before he sat up, his blanket pooling at his waist. The faint rise and fall of his chest seemed exaggerated in the quiet, his breaths uneven.

When his eyes met yours, something inside you twisted. He looked at you—truly, deeply, as if he were trying to memorize every detail, every speck of light and shadow cast across your face. There was a gravity in his gaze, pulling you in, leaving you breathless and raw.

Concern prickled at the back of your mind as you pushed yourself upright, mirroring his movement. The blanket slid off your shoulders as you sat, the cool night air brushing against you, but all you could focus on was him.

“Riwoo,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. “What’s wrong?”

The silence that followed wasn’t empty. It was heavy, loaded with unspoken words and hidden truths. It filled the space between you, thick and suffocating, wrapping around your lungs until you could hardly breathe.

And then, barely above a whisper, he broke it. “You’re my best friend.”

Four words. Four simple, ordinary words, yet they shattered something within you. They didn’t feel ordinary at all. Not in the way he said them, with his voice so quiet it nearly cracked. Not in the way his eyes softened, the dark depths of them full of vulnerability you’d never seen before.

Your heart stilled and then stuttered, the pieces slowly fitting together until the truth clicked into place with a force that had you reeling.

He loved you. Utterly, wholly, in the kind of way that rewrote entire existences and universes. You could see it now, as if every moment the two of you had shared was suddenly cast in a new light—his lingering glances, the way he always seemed to know when you needed him, the quiet silences that never felt empty but instead brimmed with something unnamed.

Your chest ached with the weight of it all, but it also burned with something brighter. A spark, a warmth, a realization that had always been there but was now ignited into a flame. 

You swallowed, your throat tight, and nodded slowly. Your voice was small but steady when you whispered back, “Me too. You’re my best friend too.”

The words felt like a promise, a confession, a thousand emotions folded into one simple phrase. Because that was the truth, wasn’t it? He was your best friend—the person who knew you better than anyone, who saw the parts of you you kept hidden but stayed anyway. The person you loved with a depth that frightened you and filled you all at once.

Riwoo exhaled, a shaky, uneven sound that you felt more than hear. His gaze softened, his shoulders sagging as if some great weight had been lifted. The tension in the air didn’t vanish—it shifted, transforming into something quieter, gentler, yet no less profound. 

You stayed like that, two souls caught in the gravity of each other, the silence between you now warm and buzzing. And as you lay back down, pulling your blanket over you, your hand drifted over the edge of the bed again.

This time, Riwoo didn’t hesitate. His fingers brushed against yours, his touch tentative but steady, grounding you in the moment. He brought your hand to his face, his lips brushing against the back of your hand and in that moment, you thought your heart would implode.

As the quiet settled around you once more, you closed your eyes, listening to the soft rhythm of his breathing beneath you. The room was still, save for the faint rustle of the blanket as he shifted, his fingers brushing against yours again—a tether, an anchor.

In the silence, you heard it. His love for you, steady and unwavering, like a melody played in the softest key. It filled the space between heartbeats, whispered through the shadows and moonlight. And there, beneath it all, you heard your own love echo back—gentle, unspoken, but just as sure.

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[euhla]

너라는 집으로 지금 다시 way back home (Now way back home to the house called you)

Dokja has experienced various deaths and encounters with different endings; a sad, touching or happy ending. He also witnessed the cries of his companies when he died. Which of course, is heartbreaking.

But of all the deaths he has experienced, he hates it the most when he has to see you waiting for him to return. To be back home, by your side, in your arms.

Now here he was, standing in front of the place he called home. Meanwhile the blood coming out of his mouth never stopped, and slowly he couldn't feel his body anymore. (Even though he experienced that many times) Pathetic, that's what he thought about himself.

But that's not what's important right now. Right now he wants to go back to you, to see your happy smile when you see him again. To feel the warmth of home once again, to feel the feeling of being worried once again.

His shaking hand turned the doorknob. Hope to meet you behind that door.

And just as he wanted, you are behind that door. He smiled a little when he saw your face. Maybe this is the gift he got after fighting all this time, to see your face again.

At first you walked because you heard the sound of the doorknob, but in the end you fell silent because you saw him. More precisely, looking at his current condition.

"Dokja!" You shouted his name, and dokja faints in your arms. His consciousness is lost and dokja knows that you will always take care of him at all times like this.

In the end, dokja will always find his way back home, which is you.

a/n : hiii! sorry for being inactive for a while. i was surprised when i got a lot of messages in my inbox, and i will try to quickly finish some of the fanfics you want. i'm not too proud of this but yeah, i hope you like it . have a great day!!!!!! ♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠)

[venusvity]

Yoo Mirae (Korean: 유미래, born January 6, 1997), known professionally as Bliss (Korean: 블리스; Japanese: 至福), is a Korean singer, dancer, and actress based in South Korea. She is a former member of the South Korean girl group Venus, formed by Angelico Entertainment in 2018. She is portrayed by Lee Yoomi & Wendy Son.

Mirae was born on January 6, 1997, in Gunpo, Gyeonggi Province, South Korea. Her mother is the esteemed musical theatre actress Yoo Misun. Mirae attended high school at the School of Performing Arts in Seoul. Throughout her school years, she starred in multiple school musicals. She joined a school drama club and earned more experience in the entertainment industry by attending auditions.

In 2014, Mirae joined Angelico Entertainment as a trainee after passing its auditions. 

In October 2014, she appeared in Emphasis' music video for "Du Du Du!" as a lifeguard. The same year, she starred in Priority's "Say You Love Me" music video as Reid's love interest. In 2015, she would be featured in W Korea alongside Kang Juwon of Priority. Mirae would do a lot of modeling pre-debut, working with brands such as Laneige, Nature Republic, Amuse, Bobbi Brown Cosmetics, and Etude House.

𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖: 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

On March 17, 2018, Mirae would officially debut in VENUS with the release of their first extended play (EP), SHE DEVIL, and its lead single, "SHE DEVIL." She would take on the stage name "Bliss."

She was the group's co-leader, main rapper, and main vocalist.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 - 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏: 𝐀𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐭

In January 2020, Bliss made her acting debut as the female lead in the web drama Please Try Again, which achieved record-breaking viewership.

On March 24, 2021, Bliss was announced as a cast member for the musical Midnight Sun as Seo Haena, with DAY6's Wonpil, Baekho, DeepDive's Kiwoo, GOT7's Youngjae, Shinee's Onew, Kang Hye-in, Kei, and Lee Ah-jin. To promote the musical, she collaborated with stage member Onew to release "A Melody Called You (너라는 멜로디)"

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒: 𝐃𝐞𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐔𝐒

On June 10, 2024, during the Venus contract transfer, Bliss, unlike the other four members of Venus, would not sign with Mydol Entertainment. A letter announcing Bliss's departure from the group would be posted to Venus' social media accounts.

It is still under heavy debate if Bliss left the group or was removed by Mydol CEOs.

On August 7th, 2024, Bliss renewed her contract with Angelico Entertainment.

Before her debut with Venus, Yoonah featured in advertisements for Samsonite, Smart Uniform, LG Electronics, and Nikon. 

In September 2018, Bliss and band-mate Baebi became endorsement models for Japanese cosmetics brand Kiss Me. 

In September 2021, Bliss was announced as the new host of the program Music Bank with L.O.L's Jesse. For their performance on the program, they were awarded with the Best Couple Award at the 2021 KBS Entertainment Awards.

In February 2021, Korean clothing brand It Michaa selected Bliss as its muse for its Spring 2021 collection. She was also appointed for the summer 2021 campaign on It Michaa's line, For a Day Michaa. 

In 2022, Coca-Cola Korea selected Bliss as an endorsement model for Dr Pepper.

In January 2023, Bliss stepped down as Music Bank host after sixteen months in the role.

In February 2023, Bliss became the new muse for the South Korean casual fashion brand SJSJ.

In December 2023, Dyson selected Bliss as its official Brand Ambassador, representing the new Dyson hair care products. Then, in January 2024, the American athletic apparel retailer Alo Yoga announced Bliss as the new face for its spring 2024 campaign. 

[satorkive]

DNA :: SATORU

“첫눈에 널 알아보게 됐어, 서롤 불러왔던 것처럼, 내 혈관 속 DNA가 말해 줘,내가 찾아 헤매던 너라는 걸…”

gojo satoru knew that it’s his time.

honestly, he doesn’t know what to feel. emotions override his logical way of thinking that he doesn’t even have the energy to formulate his thoughts.

is this the end?

is this how suguru felt when he’s bleeding out?

is this how you felt when you took the blade for him?

is this how nanami felt when half of his face was burned?

if yes, then he’d gladly welcome the arms of death.

he can finally reunite with his bestfriend, his love of his life, and his almost-bestfriend. nothing is worth living in the jujutsu world. he can apologize to shoko when they meet again—not very soon, he hopes.

he has trained the kids so they can defend themselves. he shows a portion of his vulnerability to them, but they can never equate the two of you.

it was probably the best twenty-eight years he experienced in this cruel world. he hopes in the afterlife, he can be happy—for a lifetime. not just temporarily, but for eternity.

the sky is blue and the sun shines above him. the air is fresh and the war is fading.

“satoru!”

his eyes snap widely when he hears your voice. he frantically moves to go to you when he felt your soft hands touching his face.

the bleariness slowly vanishes and he can clearly see your pretty face who is looking at him in concern.

“are you okay? you seem to be… disoriented?”

“yo, satoru! you fell for [name] so hard you are ready to collapse? that’s lame.”

the voice he never heard for so many years greet him like an ice bucket.

what’s happening? he’s really dead? he didn’t wake up?

“oh, oh…” then he laughs. like a deranged psychopath laugh. you step back in surprise and suguru put a hand on satoru’s shoulder to smack him.

“oh my god, you’re being insane, satoru. what’s happening?”

the white-haired boy shook his head and wipes the tear that has fallen. “nothing, nothing. i thought i was being delusional—”

you chime in. “you have always been delusional, satoru, what’s new?”

suguru giggles like a girl and satoru stands up to headlock you. you put your hand over his and you feel like your blood thrumming in your veins. like your dna is recognizing who you are biologically engineered to be with.

you feel him and he feels you. goosebumps form under your blouse and you look at him with wide eyes.

it feels like you’re seeing him again. it feels like seeing him renewed your entire being. it feels like seeing him is coming home to him again.

“satoru, you’re…?”

“hi, baby.” he gives you that dimpled smile.

“whether we are in the past life or in this one as well, we’re going to be together forever because—

—we’re the two who found the destiny.”

[wonnitaaaz]

“차가운 심장 위의 price tag,낯선 온기로 떼어낸,너라는 존재는 내게 있어. You're not, you're not for sale.”

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[under-the-apricot]

너라는 이름의 내 마음 속 돌을 이리저리 들고 다녔다가 아, 이제는 너무 무겁구나 해서 내려놓았습니다.

안녕히 가세요.

[galaxymagick]

@bigbossenter

”이건 나에게 찾아온 너라는 기회, 끝까지 가보고 싶어져“ ”나는 누구지? 대답해 주는 자는 없었다네“ 누리ㅣ부치하난役 정택운 📌 뮤지컬 <부치하난> #홍익대아트센터대극장ㅣ2024.09.17 - 11.17 #JUNGTAEKWOON#부치하난#누리#부치하난#뮤지컬

"This is the opportunity that you gave me, I want to see it through to the end"

"Who am I? No one answered me"

Jung Taekwoon as Nuri I Buchihanan

[everythingbap]

📲 yjaybaby Instagram update:

❝나는 누구지? 대답해 주는 자는 없었다네❞ ❝이건 나에게 찾아온 너라는 기회, 끝까지 가보고 싶어져❞ 누리&부치하난｜유영재 2024 뮤지컬 <부치하난> 2024.9.17 ~ 2024.11.17 홍익대 대학로 아트센터 대극장

❝Who am I? No one would give me an answer❞

❝The opportunity that came to me - you - I want to see it through to the end❞

Nuri & Buchihanan｜Yoo Youngjae

2024 Musical 'Buchihanan' 2024.9.17 ~ 2024.11.17 Hongik University Daehakro Art Center Grand Theater

[verylongsillystring]

𐔌 . ⋮ 무너진 세상에서 발견한 너라는 별

i need you , my love .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

ㅤ ⏝ི ✧ ུ ⏝ 🪷

masterlist :

୨୧ soul ii soul

♡⃝ soul ii soul introduction

♡⃝ soul ii soul members

୨୧ tomorrow x together

♡⃝ nothing here yet !

[hi--stranger]

어떤 시선은 말보다 먼저 와닿고, 그 닿음은 피부 아래로 파고들어 천천히 뜨겁게 스며들다가 결국엔 전신을 적시는 갈망이 되고, 이성의 표면을 조용히 긁어내리며 나를 너로 향하게 하고, 숨을 고르는 틈마다 너의 온도를 상상하게 하며, 손끝이 아직 닿지 않은 공간에서조차 이미 그 형태와 결을 기억하게 만들고, 서로의 존재가 하나의 예민한 촉각이 되어 다가오는 모든 순간에 그 의미를 덧씌우게 하고, 감춰보려 애쓰는 마음조차 점점 벗겨져 결국엔 너라는 이름의 허기로 무너지고야 마는 밤, 멈추지 못하는 감각은 끝내 말이 되지 못한 채 떨리고, 나는 그 떨림을 핑계 삼아 너를 향해 더 깊숙이 가닿고 싶은 충동에 빠지며, 그 충동은 오직 너만을 중심으로 선회하며 타오르고, 그 타오름 안에서 나는 더는 누구도 아닌 나로서, 오직 너라는 증명 하나로 존재하고 싶어졌다.

[rarararararararararadddd]

너는 내 도화선에 불씨를 붙인 사람.

내 인생의 단 한 순간도 이렇게 열망한 적이 없다.

이렇게 열의가 불타오른적이 없다.

좋든 싫든 너라는 존재가 나에게 지식을 탐구하고 싶게 하는 사람이다

이렇게 지식을 갈망해 본 적이 없다.

열의가 넘친다

욕구가 갈망의 파도가 나를 덮친다

[kpopinhebrew]

겨울 아이 - ילד.ת חורף

את.ה היפה, שנולד.ה בחורף

את.ה הנקי.יה כמו שלג, רק שלי

את.ה האהוב.ה, שנולד.ה בחורף

את.ה טהור.ה כמו שלג, רק שלי

לא משנה אם זה באביב, קיץ, חורף או בסתיו

בכל זמן את.ה נקי.יה וטהור.ה

את.ה היפה, שנולד.ה בחורף

נקי.יה כמו שלג, את.ה רק שלי

לא משנה אם זה באביב, קיץ, חורף או בסתיו

בכל זמן את.ה נקי.יה וטהור.ה

את.ה היפה, שנולד.ה בחורף

נקי.יה כמו שלג, את.ה רק שלי

היום יום הולדת, היום יום הולדת

היום יום הולדת, מזל טוב לך

יום הולדת שמח לך 3>

© KpopInHebrew

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19-12-2024 מזל טוב יונג היון, השמש הנצחית שלי 🌞

מזל טוב גם לכל ילדי.ות החורף(כמוני)!

나의 영원한 햇살 영현아❤️ 생일 축하해!! 너라는 사람이 너라는 존재 이 세상에 있어서 엄청 큰 행운인 것 같아. 태어나줘서 정말 고맙고 너의 햇살같은 따스함에 늘 행복하고 건강하고 따듯하게 지내고 있으면 좋겠어!

[m00nstruck1ove]

"나는 네가 내 밝은 모습보단 어두운 모습을 먼저 봐줬으면 해. 밝은 건 언제든 꾸며낼 수 있거든. 웃음 섞인 농담을 나누고 행복을 나눌 수 있는 인연을 애정 하지만, 서로의 무너짐 앞에 꾸밈없는 마음으로 끌어안아줄 수 있는 인연을 더 애틋하게 여기거든. 나는 마음을 한 번 내어주면 거두지를 못 해. 그래서 많이 아파. 담고 있는 마음을 다 토해내고 상처투성이가 되어버리고 나서야 나로 돌아올 수 있어. 그러니 내가 이런 사람이어도 괜찮다 이야기해 주는 사람을 곁에 두고 싶어. 이기적이어도 나를 위해 이제는 그리하고 싶어. 숨기는 건 한계가 있거든. 그리고 이젠 나를 위해 그리하고 싶지 않거든. 이젠 '너라는 사람으로 되었다.' 이야기해주는 사람을 곁에 두고 싶거든."

이러한 글을 읽었어요. 어쩌면 당신은 겉으로 보여지는 나보다는 그 뒷면에 숨어있는 나를 보고 있는 듯 해요. 아직 갈 길이 멀었지만, 많이 성장했고 성장하고 있어요. 당신 덕분에.

[my-chaos-radio]

Release: January 11, 2024

Lyrics (Original):

마치 마법에 빠진 것처럼

놀란 ��� 눈은 O_O

알아

아이처럼 날 설레게 하는 건

너라는 걸

What did you do?

기대감을 갖게 하는 손짓에

나도 몰래 환호성이 나와

Ooh

나를 속이려 하지 마

Ooh

투명함을 보여줘

I want real love

꿈처럼 깊이 빠져들고 있어

푸른 달빛을 닮은

Your eyes

Your eyes

잊히지 않을 순간을 담아

TA-DA

TA-DA

Spell on my heart

난 마법에 빠져

자꾸만 나를 홀리는걸

How did you do it

Oh baby

나를 막 놀라게 해도

네가 좋아

솔직하게 다가와줘

날 홀리는 그 말

TA-DA

날 홀리는 말

TA-DA

날 홀리는 그 말

TA-DA

날 홀리는 말

TA-DA

궁금해 우리의 케미

찍어봐 selfie

주말에는 뭐 해

내 시선이 가는 한줄기의 빛

뭘 더 망설이니

What?

크게 말해 보란 듯이

아낌없이 다 표현해 줘

기대감을 갖게 하는 손짓에

나도 몰래 환호성이 나와

Ooh

나를 속이려 하지 마

Ooh

투명함을 보여줘

I want real love

꿈처럼 깊이 빠져들고 있어

푸른 달빛을 닮은

Your eyes

Your eyes

잊히지 않을 순간을 담아

TA-DA

TA-DA

Spell on my heart

난 마법에 빠져

자꾸만 나를 홀리는걸

How did you do it

Oh baby

나를 막 놀라게 해도

네가 좋아

솔직하게 다가와줘

날 홀리는 그 말

TA-DA

날 홀리는 말

TA-DA

T A D A

I’m curious

알고 싶어 너란 존재

밀고 당기지 마

상상하기 싫어

너 없는 날

어쩜 도망갈 수도

So boy better fall in love

숨 막히게 만들어줘

잊히지 않을 순간을 담아

TA-DA

TA-DA

Spell on my heart

난 마법에 빠져

자꾸만 나를 홀리는걸

How did you do it

Oh baby

나를 막 놀라게 해도

네가 좋아

솔직하게 다가와줘

날 홀리는 그 말

TA-DA

날 홀리는 말

TA-DA

Lyrics (English Translation):

날 홀리는 그 말

TA-DA

날 홀리는 말

TA-DA

As if under the spell

My surprised eyes are Oh! Oh!

I know

One who makes my heart flutter like a small child

Is you

What did you do?

Your gestures build up anticipation

And I start to applaud

(Ooh)

Don’t play me for a fool

(Ooh)

Be transparent

I want real love

I’ve fallen deep as if into a dream

Blue moonlight resembles

Your eyes

Your eyes

Capture the moments that won’t be forgotten

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Spell on my heart

I’m under the spell

You keep me mesmerized

How did you do it

Oh baby

Even if you startle me

I still like you

Approach me with honesty

Words that mesmerize me

Ta-da ta-da-da! Ta-da ta-da-da!

Oh, words that mesmerize me

Ta-da-ah-ah-ah!

Words that mesmerize me

Ta-da ta-da-da! Ta-da ta-da-da!

Oh, words that mesmerize me

Ta-da-ah-ah-ah!

I’m curious about our chemistry

Let’s take a selfie

Got plans for the weekend?

A ray of light catching my attention

Why are you hesitating?

What?

Say it out loud for me to hear

Don’t hold back and tell me everything

Your gestures build up anticipation

And I start to applaud

(Ooh)

Don’t play me for a fool

(Ooh)

Be transparent

I want real love

I’ve fallen deep as if into a dream

Blue moonlight resembles

Your eyes

Your eyes

Capture the moments that won’t be forgotten

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Spell on my heart

I’m under the spell

You keep me mesmerized

How did you do it

Oh baby

Even if you startle me

I still like you

Approach me with honesty

Words that mesmerize me

Ta-da ta-da-da! Ta-da ta-da-da!

Oh, words that mesmerize me

Ta-da-ah-ah-ah!

T-A-D-A

I’m curious

I want to know all about you

Don’t push and pull

I don’t want to imagine

Me without you

Maybe I’ll run away from you

So, boy better fall in love

Take my breath away

Capture the moments that won’t be forgotten

Ta-da!

Ta-da!

Spell on my heart

I’m under the spell

You keep me mesmerized

How did you do it

Oh baby

Even if you startle me

I still like you

Approach me with honesty

Words that mesmerize me

Ta-da ta-da-da! Ta-da ta-da-da!

Oh, words that mesmerize me

Ta-da-ah-ah-ah!

Lyrics (Romanization):

Words that mesmerize me

Ta-da ta-da-da! Ta-da ta-da-da!

Oh, words that mesmerize me

Ta-da-ah-ah-ah!

machi mabeobe ppajin geotcheoreom

nollan du nuneun O_O

ara

aicheoreom nal seollege haneun geon

neoraneun geol

What did you do?

gidaegameul gatge haneun sonjise

nado mollae hwanhoseongi nawa

Ooh

nareul sogireo haji ma

Ooh

tumyeonghameul boyeojweo

I want real love

kkumcheoreom gipi ppajyeodeulgo isseo

pureun dalbicheul dalmeun

Your eyes

Your eyes

itchiji aneul sunganeul dama

TA-DA

TA-DA

Spell on my heart

nan mabeobe ppajyeo

jakkuman nareul hollineungeol

How did you do it

Oh baby

nareul mak nollage haedo

nega joa

soljikhage dagawajweo

nal hollineun geu mal

TA-DA

nal hollineun mal

TA-DA

nal hollineun geu mal

TA-DA

nal hollineun mal

TA-DA

gunggeumhae uriye kemi

jjigeobwa selfie

jumareneun mweo hae

nae shiseoni ganeun hanjulgiye bit

mweol deo mangseorini

What?

keuge malhae boran deushi

akkimeopshi da pyohyeonhae jweo

gidaegameul gatge haneun sonjise

nado mollae hwanhoseongi nawa

Ooh

nareul sogireo haji ma

Ooh

tumyeonghameul boyeojweo

I want real love

kkumcheoreom gipi ppajyeodeulgo isseo

pureun dalbicheul dalmeun

Your eyes

Your eyes

itchiji aneul sunganeul dama

TA-DA

TA-DA

Spell on my heart

nan mabeobe ppajyeo

jakkuman nareul hollineungeol

How did you do it

Oh baby

nareul mak nollage haedo

nega joa

soljikhage dagawajweo

nal hollineun geu mal

TA-DA

nal hollineun mal

TA-DA

T A D A

I’m curious

algo shipeo neoran jonjae

milgo danggiji ma

sangsanghagi shireo

neo eomneun nal

eojjeom domanggal sudo

So boy better fall in love

sum makhige mandeureojweo

itchiji aneul sunganeul dama

TA-DA

TA-DA

Spell on my heart

nan mabeobe ppajyeo

jakkuman nareul hollineungeol

How did you do it

Oh baby

nareul mak nollage haedo

nega joa

soljikhage dagawajweo

nal hollineun geu mal

TA-DA

nal hollineun mal

TA-DA

Songwriter:

nal hollineun geu mal

TA-DA

nal hollineun mal

TA-DA

Hyun Jun Kim / Jun Ik Choi / Seung Su Kim

BandFacts:

👉📖

Homepage:

LIMELIGHT (Madein)

[everythingbap]

📲 Librarytheatre_ Twitter update:

[𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄] ❝이건 나에게 찾아온 너라는 기회, 끝까지 가보고 싶어져❞

누리&부치하난｜정택운 유영재 노윤

2024 뮤지컬 <부치하난> 2024.9.17 ~ 2024.11.17 홍익대 대학로 아트센터 대극장

[𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄] ❝The opportunity that came to me - you - I want to see it through to the end❞

Nuri & Buchihanan｜Jung Taekwoon, Yoo Youngjae, No Yoon

2024 Musical 'Buchihanan' 2024.9.17 ~ 2024.11.17 Hongik University Daehakro Art Center Grand Theater