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I could write an essay on Warframe's use of forcing the player to walk slowly or limp as a way of creating a feeling of powerlessness and how masterfully it's used. And I could write an essay just on the segment where Stalker limps to his landing craft.

Stalker is extremely, almost comically powerful when he's in his element. The spy mission is laughably easy. He auto hacks every terminal. He can insta-kill every enemy. He can stay invisible basically the entire level and when he's invisible he doesn't trigger any alarms or tripwires. There's no challenge whatsoever. He's been doing this for centuries, to the point its become effortless.

This is juxtaposed with his complete and total powerlessness to help Jade. He doesn't know what to do or how to do it. He doesn't have any abilities or tools that help him with this. He can only watch her waste away.

Or, he can ask for help.

He can break the endless repetition and make a change. He can go to those he hates more than anything for help.

And, despite a thousand years of rage and pain, he does. Because, somewhere, deep down, in a part of himself he's long forgotten, the desire to protect is still what defines him, moreso than even the hate.

The second mission is slightly harder, as AOE damage circumvents his invisibility to a small extent, but is still pretty effortless. It's a change in why he's doing it, but not much change in what he's doing. He's still in his element and extremely powerful.

Then Sirius(or Orion) is born and Stalker's role, his goals, his whole existence, changes instantly. He's no longer the hunter, but rather the hunted. No longer a just a killer, but rather a Protector.

All of his abilities are disabled. All of his weapons besides the scythe are disabled.

The scythe that, in a written prelude, Hunhow praises for, unlike his other weapons, being a tool meant both for destroying and for growing. For creation and destruction.

A tool he uses as a shield. But, crucially, one that FAILS.

He CAN'T protect Sirius. He's defeated. He has to be spared. Someone else also has to choose to protect. To choose to go against the trait that has defined their life (greed/ambition in the case of Xeto) in order to protect something precious.

And they do.

Xeto gives up her chance to impress the Sisterhood and likely paints a huge target on her back, in order to help someone she doesn't know. She lets Stalker get to his feet and she and her men stand aside for him to escape.

And, in that moment, bloodied and beaten and dragging his broken form to his landing craft, we are given back control as the player over Stalker only to sell the effect of the powerlessness, physically, he has been reduced to.

And how, in that moment, as a person, he has more power than he has in a thousand years. Because he has chosen to break the endless spiral of grief he's been trapped in for a millennium and go against what he was crafted into to, once again, choose to love and protect instead.

Ballas tried to shape him into a tool of nothing but bloodshed because he hated how Sorren had defined himself with love in a way Ballas never could and, in that way, attained the love Ballas always saw himself as unfairly denied. He tried to destroy every bit of that love and every scrap of that man. But he couldn't. He could not destroy the child that Jade and Sorren created and he couldn't ever fully stamp out the love between them. And, even in the deepest depths of hatred and despair that Stalker fell into, the caring and loving man he was remained, never able to be destroyed.

Slowing those steps down and forcing the player to hold the command to keep going forward the entire time gets that feeling across in a way that is so poignant and part of what makes interactive media like video games such a powerful and unique medium.

He is reclaiming both his past and his future. Reclaiming the parts of himself defined by love. He is rejecting that easy path of wallowing in misery that he's chosen for so long and instead dragging himself forward, one limping, painful step at a time, towards something that actually matters to him.

And trusting the universe to stand aside to let him.

[changbinniescurlyhair]

Stray Kids when their s/o crochets

Pairing: SKZ x gn!reader

Warnings: Seungmin teases reader and Jisung's briefly mentions lingerie.

A/N: I feel like crocheting has gotten more popular over the years, and I crochet so this is very self-indulgent so here we are. Fun fact, my high school boyfriend called me an old granny bc I crocheted and his mom yelled at him for that in front of me. Enjoy :)

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Chan <3

This man is genuinely impressed that you can crochet

He finds out a few months into your relationship when he comes home to find you making a blanket for him

Asks a million questions about stitches, the needles you use, etc

Chan will mistake crocheting for knitting at first, which you think is adorable

"How is your knitting going?" "Do you need me to pick up anymore yarn for that knitting project you're working on?"

Chan will try learning so you guys can do it together #couplegoals. You find him in his room at a ridiculously late hour watching a crocheting video on YouTube with a bunch of yarn knotted up in his lap.

His square somehow came out as a triangle (????) and eventually gives up after five hours of trying. He just wanted to make you happy 😭

BUT. He will spend hours just watching you crochet. He is absolutely entranced with how quickly your fingers move and create beautiful and effortless stitches.

Bonus points if you can crochet without looking and hold a conversation with him.

He thinks it's witchcraft and it will kinda freak him out a little. Eventually Chan will get used to it tho and will brag to his friends about his "little crochet ninja."

Minho <3

He couldn't care less about your crocheting. To Minho, it's just another hobby.

One day, tho, he comes home from work to find Soonie, Doongie and Dori all wearing matching hats, courtesy of you. He will beg you to make a matching one for him so he can take pics

Soon after that, his apartment will start displaying crocheted items. Pillow covers, blankets, a few pot holders and some sweaters.

Minho's feet get really cold, especially during the winter, so you make sure to slip a few pairs of crocheted socks into his suitcase when he's packing for a tour. (He misses you a million times more after that gesture and will probably cry into his pillow.)

Will rub it into the other member's face that you are a crocheting genius. Contemplates selling some of his items to the other members for a little extra cash but doesn't bc you would kill him and probably the cats as well.

Minho encourages you to start an Etsy and sell some of your creations

"But they're not good enough, no one would buy them..."

"Jagi, I promise, they will. You're very talented. (<333333)"

And if they didn't sell, he would buy your entire store out, just to make you feel better. You would never know it was him tho...

The members would probably buy some of your items and when you would visit them, your little crafts would be all around the dorms.

Changbin <3

I feel like Binnie would buy you all the yarn and anything else that you could possibly need for crocheting. Like a sugar daddy, but the only thing that he buys you is yarn and hooks. I dunno...

He would probably ask you to make things for him to give to family and friends. Sweater for his mom, socks for his dad, etc.

Also Changbin would wear anything and everything that you gave him with pride. Sweaters, check. Socks, check. Bucket hat, check. Messenger bag, check. He would make an entire outfit out of your crocheted items and then proceed to go out in public dressed like that.

"Everyone needs to see what my talented baby makes for me."

"You look crazy, Bin."

"Crazy for you." Rizzzzzz

Even though he looked a bit eccentric in his crochet outfit, the man would somehow still slay 💅

Changbin = your biggest fan 💯

I think he would post pictures of your creations on his social media

He wouldn't say that you made it for him directly, but rather like "look what a friend gave me."

Still, him wearing all the things that you crocheted for him made you proud.

Hyunjin <3

I can imagine you guys spending evenings involved in both of your arts. Him with his paintings and you with your crocheting.

It would be nice and quiet. Occasionally one of you would break the silence, but most of the time both of you were completely absorbed in your work.

When you visited Hyunjin's hometown, you found out that his mother also crocheted. You guys would 100% bond over your hobby, exchanging patterns and project ideas.

This would make Hyunjin a little whiny.

"Babbeeee, you were supposed to spend this vacation with me, not with my mom doing your old lady yarn thing."

But secretly he was glad that you guys had a good relationship, even if you weren't paying attention to him constantly.

When you got back home, you gifted him a blanket that his mom and you worked on together.

Hyunjin would probably start sobbing, missing his mom already, and smother you with hugs and gratitude.

"Thank you, y/n, it's-it's perfect."

Hyunjin would keep the blanket folded up on the edge of his bed. He wouldn't use it for fear of getting it dirty, but you can bet this man would totally snap if someone accidentally sat on it or touched.

"Seungmin, get your filthy butt off of my blanket, now. I can't have you ruining it."

Jisung <3

The moment he found out about your hobby, you can bet your sweet ass that he raced to learn how to do it.

After a few months of practice, he would actually be better at it than you. This would slightly annoy you but murder is illegal so too bad

Jisung would totally crochet you guys matching sweaters. (This is canon and you cannot change my mind about it) You would wear your matching sweaters everywhere. I am also convinced he would crochet your lingerie as well hehe

It would get to the point where Jisung would crochet your hair.

"Jagi, you look so cute!!" This man has talent oozing out of every pore on his body, so I have no doubt he could do this.

He also figured out how to crochet with his fingers. He would try teaching you how to do it, but you gave up fairly quickly. Clearly you are not as talented as your boyfriend.

"So figuratively, if you can crochet with your hands would it be possible to crochet with your toes?"

^^This is an actual thought that he voiced to you. You just gave him a look.

For his birthday, you crocheted him a bag for his projects and bought him personalized hooks.

This bag would go everywhere with him. On the subway, at the dorms, backstage. I feel like this would help him manage stress and anxiety, which is especially why he would be addicted to this hobby :(

Felix <3

I think Felix, like Chan, would be fascinated with your hobby. I don't think he would crochet himself bc of his smol hands 🥹 but I could see him sending you crafting ideas or suggestions.

"Hey baby, wouldn't a yellow chick be cute??" or "I need a new pair of socks, could you make a pair for me please?"

💯 spoils you with crocheting items. A bag to keep all your tools organized for your birthday, maybe some new yarn that you had been looking at for your 6 month anniversary, new patterns that he will just randomly send you at 3 am in the morning. (I want a Felix 🥺)

You crocheted him a baby blue sweater for his birthday and the man Will. Not. Take. It. Off.

Felix will wear it on dates, shopping with you, during interviews and even on stage sometimes.

The members will tease him, but he doesn't care, they'll have to take the sweater off his dead body.

Felix will start sobbing if you crochet him a lace handkerchief and sneak it into his bag when he leaves for a tour (Bonus points if you spray some of your perfume on it).

He will quite literally sleep with it next to his face so it feels as if you're almost right next to him. Makes being away from you a tiny bit better but just a tiny bit bc he misses you to death

Seungmin <3

Mocks you mercilessly for your hobby. He doesn't even try to be nice about it.

"How is your back feeling, Grandma?" "Are we making doilies for our hope chest today?" "Do you want to watch the Ed Sullivan show while you crochet or do you want me to turn on Mrs. Maizel? OOoooo, how about I Love Lucy?" I actually love this show, fight me.

You threaten to stab him with your needle if he doesn't shut his smartass mouth up. Seungmin retorted with a raspberry.

Even though he will never admit it, he has an entire photo album dedicated to your work.

Halmeoni's needle shtufffff

You find it one day on his phone while he is in the bathroom.

Literally has pictures of every single one of your pieces. Probably dates back to a year or so.

You show this to him and he scoffs.

"Those pictures were not taken by me. Chan or someone must have taken my phone or something..."

You don't miss the soft blush that coated his cheeks and ears however.

After this incident, you decide to crochet him a tiny PuppyM and he accepts the gift with a raised eyebrow and a tiny "thanks, I guess."

A few days later, as you are watching his vlive, he grabs the skzoo from his bed and proudly displays it to the audience.

"A fan made this for me," he said shyly with one of his signature smiles.

Jeongin <3

I think he's neither here nor there about your crocheting. He's not mean about it, but isn't overly enthusiastic about it either.

"How is your knitting going?"

"It's crocheting, Innie."

He'll grab any supplies you need if he's out and about. I think he'll also gift you crochet stuff, not as frequently as Lixie or Bin, tho.

For your birthday, Jeongin gets you a charm for your charm bracelet. It's a silver ball of yarn with a crochet hook going through it.

Honestly, you're both impressed and surprised that he remembered your hobby enough to get an entire gift based on it.

He shrugs nonchalantly (but is secretly thrilled that you love it bc this boy can't shop for gifts to save his life).

^^^ Tbh, he consulted Chan regarding your gift bc he literally knows nothing about crocheting (neither does Channie) and they spent about 10 hours researching "Thoughtful gifts for crocheters that aren't yarn or needles"

It gets to the point where Jeongin and Chan call all of the members to help them. Changbin calls his mother, who crochets and everyone else is either online researching or brainstorming ideas.

Jeongin will never tell you, tho, that it took eight full grown men to come up with your present.

The smile on your face when you opened the tiny box was worth every minute anxiously surfing the internet.

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(Everything you need to know):

Go back to the basics of manifestation. If you don’t know how, here are some resources:

“What is manifestation, and how do I manifest?”

+ For further understanding watch electrasoul’s videos: Part 1 & Part 2

“So how do I embody a state?”

Essential to the law of assumption. Methods are not what works. You make them work. And you don’t need any methods. Embodying a state is not a method. Methods like affirming and visualising are just to help you embody a state.

“What Key Concepts should I know?”

+ All you have to do is just return to the state of the wish fulfilled every time you naturally think of your desire. You don’t need to affirm or visualise etc for hours on end. Manifestation is effortless.

“I’ve got some doubts.”

Read the title of those posts and see if they relate to any questions you may have.

“I feel like over-consuming + quotes from @loasuccessarchive”

I really recommend reading this post. Contains reminders that are essential to loa!!!

“What happens to my reality when I manifest?”

How To Make Manifestation Even MORE Fun!!! (Optional)

“What If I Don’t Want To Persist?”

“How will things be for me when I persist?”

You will be just like the people on @loasuccessarchive 💗

“When will my desire materialise?”

Stop focusing on the 3D. If you are focusing on not having your desire in the 3D, then you aren’t fulfilling yourself. Every time you feel the urge to look for proof in the 3D, just return to imagination and KNOW that you have it there.

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[bamgyuuuri]

Hi Amia mylove <3 How are you? hope you feeling well.xoxo So I saw you post that we can make a request sooooo here i am... I was listening a taylor swift song (aka Sl*t) and melt at the "In a world of boy he's a gentleman" and I was wondering If you could make a yeonjun or taehyun pov about it. here's a little suggestion <3 The dazzling lights of the Fashion show danced across the venue, casting shimmering reflections off the luxurious fabrics and golden décor. I was there, dressed to impress, trying to soak in the grandeur of it all. Yeonjun/Taehyun was also in the crowd, exuding effortless charm as he mingled and enjoyed the spectacle.

But midway through the show, the weight of everything overwhelmed me, and tears began to blur my vision. Just when I thought I could slip away unnoticed, a gentle yet familiar voice interrupted my spiral.

"Are you okay?" Yeonjun's / Taehyun's warm eyes met mine, his concern genuine.

I nodded, though my shaky breath betrayed me. Instead of walking away, he stayed, his presence grounding me. He didn’t push for answers; he just stayed, silently offering comfort.

Minutes passed, and slowly, my tears subsided. Yeonjun's/Taehyun's, noticing the calm returning to me, gently patted my head with a soft smile. "You're strong," he whispered before disappearing back into the crowd, leaving me with a heart pounding louder than ever. And the rest is all you can think<3 Love your story and the way you ADD the aesthesis pics relatable with the vibe too. Takecare <3 Jia.

⤷ flamingo pink, sunrise boulevard ┈ cyj.

pairings and tags. stranger!yeonjun x fashiondesigner!reader ft. bestfriend!yunjin . strangers to ??? slowburn . mentions of reader being anxious . yeonjun just being the sweetest man ever . yunjin too!! reader has imposter syndrome . meet cute . fond!jun . not 100% proofread!

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short note ... JIAAA omg this ask is so wonderful omg thank u so much for sending me this 🙏 your suggestion alone is already so good are you kidding?!?! i got carried away again help i’m so sorry it took so long T_T still, i hope you like it <3

the world of high fashion had always been more than a dream; it was an obsession. 

growing up, you’d fill every scrap of paper you could find with sketches of flowing gowns, structured suits, and intricate details that you imagined would one day captivate an audience. while other kids talked about their favorite celebrities, you admired designers, memorizing the way their collections evolved over the seasons.

you’d sit for hours in front of a tiny screen, watching grainy videos of runway shows, completely mesmerized. the way the fabric moved under the lights, how each design told a story, and the applause that followed—it all felt like magic. you dreamed of the day your creations would make it to those very runways, carried with grace by the world’s finest models.

but as you grew older, reality set in. 

talent alone wasn’t enough. you needed money to attend the right schools, connections to open the right doors, and the kind of opportunities that didn’t just fall into anyone’s lap. no matter how much you poured your heart into your work, the glittering world of high fashion remained frustratingly out of reach.

still, you didn’t stop creating. despite the constant reminder that you didn’t have the right pedigree or the right financial backing, you kept sketching. your tiny apartment became a refuge, the four walls an oasis where your imagination was free to roam without limitations. 

the clutter of fabric swatches, sketchbooks, and sewing supplies was a sign of your dedication, even if no one else saw it. it was in that small space, away from the world’s judgment, that your designs took shape. here, you were free to imagine worlds, to dream up creations that could make people feel something, even if those dreams never materialized into anything more than the pages of your sketchbook.

it was one of those quiet afternoons, the kind where the golden light of the sun filtered lazily through your windows, casting long shadows across your desk. you sat hunched over your sketchbook, pencil in hand, lost in the flow of your thoughts as you worked on your latest design.

but then, just as the idea you were sketching started to come to life, a sharp knock broke through your concentration. you paused, glancing toward the door with a furrowed brow. it was unusual to get visitors, especially during the middle of the day.

at first, you thought it was just a neighbor—maybe someone needing to borrow something or asking for a quick favor. you returned to your sketchbook, dismissing it as nothing more than a small interruption. but then, a second knock came, this time even louder, more insistent. your head snapped up, and you could hear the unmistakable sound of a voice calling your name, bright and full of energy.

"open up! it’s me!!" it was yunjin, her voice unmistakable and full of excitement, as though she had just walked in on the biggest surprise. the sound of her knocking grew more playful—she was determined to get your attention no matter what.

you sighed, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. you hadn’t expected a visit, but yunjin was the kind of person who could show up unannounced and immediately make everything feel lighter, even if you hadn’t been in the mood for company. shaking your head affectionately, you pushed your chair back and stood up.

when you opened the door, yunjin stood there, a whirlwind of energy and excitement. she had a bag of snacks in one hand, her phone and handbag on the other, and an expression that was equal parts mischief and joy.

"finally!" yunjin exclaimed, bursting through the door before you even had a chance to greet her. “i was starting to think you’d locked yourself away for good, like some kind of mysterious artist living off nothing but coffee and existential dread. tell me you’ve eaten something today.”

you raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes as a laugh bubbled up. "hello to you too, yunjin. and yes, i’ve eaten. thanks for asking, mother."

“oh, sure you have,” she said with a dramatic eye-roll, tossing a bag of snacks onto your counter with the flair of someone who had just conquered a great battle. "because the last time i visited, you were living off instant noodles and the sheer willpower of your creativity."

you crossed your arms, feigning offense. “hey, instant noodles are versatile!”

“sure they are,” she replied, not missing a beat as she rummaged through the bag like a woman on a mission. “well, lucky for you, i brought real food. pastries, chips, and—wait for it—fancy chocolates from my trip last week! you’re welcome.”

you laughed, shaking your head as you closed the door behind her, watching her make herself right at home. yunjin had always been like this—chaotic, energetic, and somehow always knowing when you needed a little bit of sunshine in your day.

“so, what’s the occasion?” you asked, leaning against the counter with a raised brow as she went about unpacking her treasure trove of snacks.

"what, can’t a girl visit her bestfriend without an ulterior motive?" she said, batting her lashes and feigning innocence in the most exaggerated way possible. "besides, what more could you possibly need?"

“well, maybe a chance to finally finish my sketches without being interrupted by you and your endless energy?” you teased, but the smile on your face betrayed you.

“impossible,” she replied with a dramatic gasp. "i bring joy, creativity, and snacks—not interruptions."

you raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. “not when that best friend is currently occupied and you’re… you know, you.”

she gasped again, clutching her hand to her chest. “wow, the disrespect,” she said, feigning hurt. “but fine, if you must know, i do have a reason for being here.”

“i knew it,” you teased, though you couldn’t help but lean in, genuinely curious. “what is it?”

yunjin paused dramatically, glancing over her shoulder as though deciding how to reveal the greatest secret she’d ever had. her eyes gleamed mischievously, and she drew in a deep, theatrical breath, making sure to keep you hanging on every second. “you know how we talked about that crazy, exclusive fashion show happening next week?”

you nodded slowly, your mind already running through the possibilities. of course you knew about it—how could you not?

everyone in the fashion world had heard whispers about the event, the kind of event where designers showed off their best collections, where the elite mingled in their designer clothes. you’d followed every piece of news you could, dreaming of one day being part of something like that. “yeah, i remember. sounds… well, incredibly out of reach, but i do look forward to seeing snippets of the show online.”

she raised an eyebrow, her gaze filled with a spark you knew so well. "you think so?" she asked, her tone lighter, teasing. "well, i might have... something that could change your mind about that."

you tilted your head, your curiosity immediately piqued. “what are you talking about?”

yunjin didn’t answer right away. instead, she began rummaging through her bag, her hands diving in and out of the various pockets with exaggerated slowness. you watched, your breath catching in your throat, as her movements became more deliberate, each second of suspense building higher. her grin stretched wider as if she was savoring every moment.

you raised an eyebrow, amused, but also growing impatient. "seriously, just show me already."

she finally seemed to have found what she was ‘looking’ for, her fingers brushing against the envelope you hadn’t noticed earlier. your gaze locked onto it as she slowly pulled it out, the sleek, pristine exterior catching the light as if it were glowing in her hands. her expression was unreadable now—calm, composed, as though she was holding something sacred.

“this,” yunjin says, drawing out the moment to an excruciatingly slow pause, “is your ticket to one of the most exclusive fashion shows of the year.” her grin returned in full force, her excitement palpable, though she made no attempt to rush you. she just let the silence build as you tried to process what she was saying.

you blinked rapidly, unable to wrap your mind around it. "wait, are you—" you started to ask, but the words caught in your throat.

“oh, yes,” yunjin said, cutting you off with a wink, “a friend of mine owed me a big favor, and the first person i thought of when the opportunity came up was you, so..” she added, her voice dropping to a dramatic whisper, “you’re going.”

your heart stopped. you stared at the envelope, disbelief swirling inside you. this couldn’t be real. “no way,” you whispered, your voice shaking slightly. “are you serious?”

yunjin’s grin only grew wider as she held the envelope out toward you, her excitement now matching yours, if not surpassing it. “absolutely serious. next week. front and center, you’re going!”

you glanced at the envelope, your fingers suddenly feeling too cold to touch it. everything you had dreamed of seemed so much more intimidating now that it was right in front of you. the thought of standing among the glamorous people at the show, of being seen, made your stomach churn.

you gulped as you finally found the courage to speak. “but what if... what if i don’t belong there? what if i embarrass myself? i’m not.. i’m not even sure i’ll fit in. i don’t even know what to wear—what if i’m not dressed properly for something so important?”

yunjin’s expression softened as she noticed the self-doubt clouding your tone. gently, she cupped your face with her hands, guiding you to meet her eyes. “hey,” she said, her voice calm yet full of conviction, “listen to me. you are more than enough to be in that world. more than enough. you’ve got the talent, the passion, the drive… everything it takes. don’t let anything trick you into thinking otherwise.”

her thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, her touch tender yet firm, as if to emphasize every word. “you’ve worked so hard for this, and you’ve earned it…! the world’s ready for you. you just need to believe it too.”

you tried to process her words, but the nagging voice of doubt still lingered in your mind. sensing your hesitation, yunjin’s smile softened even more. “if you’re worried about the outfit, you don’t need to stress about that either. i’ve got your back. i’ll help you pick something that not only fits perfectly, but makes you feel just as confident and amazing as you truly are, okay? you’ve got this, i promise.”

you blinked, the weight on your chest starting to lift just a little, replaced by a sense of warmth. her belief in you was like a steady anchor, grounding you, soothing the swirl of anxiety that had taken over your thoughts.

“thank you, yunjin,” you whispered, your voice barely above a breath as a lump formed in your throat. “i... i’m more than thankful.. i owe you a lot...”

yunjin’s smile returned, this time brighter and filled with warmth. she reached out and ruffled your hair playfully. “you don’t have to worry about that. i’ve got you, always. now, let’s get you ready to own this moment, yeah? we've got lots to do!”

with her confidence bolstering yours, you could feel a flicker of excitement slowly replacing the doubt. yunjin’s belief in you was more than just comforting—it was empowering. for the first time in a long while, you let yourself imagine that maybe, just maybe, this dream could be real. ꒰🍦꒱

the next few days blurred into an endless cycle of preparation. sketches, plans, and ideas occupied your waking hours, but amidst all of it, yunjin remained your anchor—a constant source of energy and reassurance. when she declared it was finally time to shop for the perfect outfit, you knew you were in for an adventure.

“i’ve cleared my whole day for this,” yunjin announced the moment you stepped into her car. she was wearing her usual bold confidence like a second skin, her oversized sunglasses perched atop her head. “today is all about you, and i won’t rest until we’ve found the one.”

“the one?” you echoed, buckling your seatbelt. “sounds like you’re taking me wedding dress shopping or something.”

“same thing, babe,” she quipped, tossing you a grin. “except instead of walking down the aisle, you’ll be strutting into a room full of people who need to know how incredible you are.”

her words settled in your chest, warm and reassuring, but before you could respond, she floored the accelerator. yunjin didn’t just drive; she commanded the road, weaving through traffic with a confidence that matched her personality.

the first store she dragged you into was as intimidating as you’d feared—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and racks of clothing that screamed ��luxury.” the air even smelled expensive, a faint mix of bergamot and something floral. yunjin took one glance around and immediately zeroed in on a display of sequined dresses.

“you know,” you mused as you glanced around, “this place has incredible tailoring. look at that dart placement on that jacket—it’s genius.”

yunjin rolled her eyes fondly. “of course you’d notice the stitching before the silhouette. come on, focus. we’re not here to critique; we’re here to conquer.”

she dragged you toward a rack of outfits, pulling out pieces with the fervor of someone on a treasure hunt. “this,” yunjin then declared, plucking a vibrant emerald-green gown from the rack and holding it against you. “imagine walking into the show in this. jaws would drop.”

you raised an eyebrow, eyeing the dress skeptically. “jaws would drop because they’d think i’m trying to blind them.”

yunjin rolled her eyes, thrusting the dress into your arms. “try it on. trust me, you’ll look like a goddess.”

you sighed but complied, disappearing into the fitting room. when you emerged, yunjin gasped dramatically, her hands flying to her mouth. “oh my god. you’re stunning!”

“i look like a disco ball."

“a chic disco ball,” she corrected, circling you like a fashion critic. “but okay, maybe this isn’t the one. next!”

the shopping spree continued in a similar fashion—yunjin pulling outrageous outfits, you reluctantly trying them on, and both of you dissolving into laughter more often than not. at one point, she handed you a pair of neon yellow boots and insisted they were “the future of fashion.”

“yunjin, these look like construction worker boots dipped in highlighter,” you said, holding them up as though they might bite.

“and that’s why they’re iconic!” she shot back, her grin wide. “come on, just try them on. i need to see how they look with those pants you’re wearing.”

you groaned but slipped them on anyway. when you stepped out of the fitting room, yunjin burst out laughing so hard she nearly doubled over, clutching her stomach. “oh my god,” she wheezed, “you look like a high-fashion traffic cone.”

“you’re the one who told me to try them!” you shot back, kicking one foot out in mock frustration. “this is your fault.”

she wiped a tear from her eye, still laughing. “okay, okay, i admit it. maybe those were a bit... much.” then, her expression softened, and she stepped closer, fixing the hem of your sweater. “but seriously, you’re making everything look good. even those boots. you’re incredible.”

her sudden sincerity caught you off guard, and you felt a small, embarrassed smile tug at your lips. “you’re only saying that because i’m letting you drag me around like a dress-up doll.”

“nope,” she said, popping the ‘p’ for emphasis. “i mean it. you’re going to own that fashion show. they won’t know what hit them.”

with her words buoying you, you followed her through store after store, trying on an endless array of dresses, suits, shoes, and accessories. yunjin’s playful critiques kept you laughing the whole time.

“too sparkly. you’re not auditioning for a pop group,” she said of one dress.

“too boring. you’re not a corporate intern,” she dismissed another.

“now this—” she held up a dramatic cape-like jacket, “this says, ‘i am the moment.’”

“this says, ‘i’m about to take flight,’” you countered, shaking your head.

but amidst all the jokes and theatrics, there were moments where yunjin’s care for you shone through. when you hesitated to try on a fitted dress, worrying it might not suit you, she gently nudged you forward. “just try it,” she said, her voice soft but insistent. “you’ll see what i see.”

and when you emerged wearing the dress, her reaction wasn’t over-the-top or playful this time. she simply smiled, a warm, genuine smile that made your chest tighten. “you’re beautiful,” she said, her voice quiet but steady. “you belong there just right.”

you stared at her, momentarily at a loss for words. “thank you,” you finally managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

“don’t thank me,” she said, squeezing your hand. “just believe it.”

as the day wore on, the two of you eventually found the outfit—a sleek black dress with intricate detailing that was both elegant and bold. when you tried it on, you knew immediately it was the one.

yunjin clapped her hands together, beaming. “there it is! you’re going to look so good in this. it’s perfect.”

“you really think so?” you asked, turning to check the mirror for the hundredth time.

“no, i know so,” she said, her confidence unwavering. “and when you walk into that show, every single person in that room is going to see what i’ve seen all along—that you’re amazing.”

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re too much sometimes, you know that?”

“and you love me for it,” she shot back, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “now let’s get out of here before i bankrupt us both.”

as you left the store, bags in hand, you couldn’t help but feel a little lighter, a little braver. with yunjin by your side, the once-daunting prospect of the fashion show now felt... exciting. and as she launched into a story about some guy who’d cut her off in traffic earlier, you realized how lucky you were to have her by your side. ꒰🍦꒱

before you knew it, the day of the fashion show had arrived. the morning sun streamed through your apartment windows, casting a golden glow on the carefully chosen outfit hanging nearby—a testament to days of preparation, laughter, and yunjin’s unyielding faith in you.

though she couldn’t physically accompany you, her words of encouragement replayed in your head, steadying your nerves like a comforting hand on your shoulder.

“you’re going to kill it,” she’d said, her tone carrying a conviction that felt foreign to your own heart. “every single person in that room will wish they were as talented as you. just remember that.”

you replayed her words in your head like a mantra as you stepped out of the taxi, but the sight that greeted you made your stomach drop.

the venue was alive with energy, a level of grandeur you hadn’t quite prepared yourself for. flashing lights from paparazzi cameras created a chaotic strobe effect, casting fleeting shadows on the impeccably dressed crowd. there were celebrities you vaguely recognized, important figures with an air of effortless elegance, and designers moving with a sense of purpose that made your every hesitant step feel painfully out of place.

your chest tightened as you clutched the sleek envelope in your hand, the weight of it suddenly unbearable. “okay,” you whispered to yourself, taking a shaky breath. “you can do this. yunjin believes in you, so… you believe in you too.”

but your pep talk was cut short when someone brushed past you, their shoulder colliding with yours hard enough to make you stumble.

“sorry,” you mumbled instinctively, though the person didn’t so much as glance in your direction, their focus elsewhere.

your cheeks burned, even though no one else seemed to notice the exchange. pulling your bag closer to your side, you attempted to regroup, scanning the crowd for any indication of where you were supposed to go.

but there were no clear signs, no friendly staff member waving you toward an entrance. just a thrumming mass of glamour and purpose, every single person moving with an ease you envied.

you hesitated at the base of the grand staircase leading to the main doors, uncertainty rooting you in place. should you just walk in? was there someone you needed to check in with first?

gathering what little courage you had left, you decided to follow a group of attendees who were flashing similar envelopes to yours at a security guard near the entrance. their polished confidence made you feel like a lost child in comparison, but you forced yourself to mimic their movements.

“invitation?” the guard asked when you approached, his tone curt but professional.

you fumbled with the envelope, nearly dropping it in your haste to hand it over. “here—sorry—here you go,” you stammered, your voice barely above a whisper.

the guard scanned it with a practiced efficiency before nodding. “straight ahead, through the main doors,” he instructed, already turning his attention to the next person in line.

you murmured a quiet “thank you” and stepped inside, only to be immediately overwhelmed by the sheer opulence of the space.

the venue was breathtaking, a gilded labyrinth of elegance and extravagance. golden chandeliers hung from the high ceilings, their soft glow casting a warm light over the sea of attendees. the hum of conversation filled the air, punctuated by bursts of laughter and the clinking of glasses.

your earlier nerves returned with a vengeance as you tried to navigate the room, clutching your bag like a lifeline. every step felt tentative, as though you were walking on eggshells, terrified of drawing attention to yourself.

you scanned the crowd for any indication of where you were supposed to go, your eyes landing on a table near the back where a few attendees were collecting what looked like name cards. relief flooded you as you headed in that direction, only to falter when you realized there was a long line.

“of course,” you muttered under your breath, taking your place at the end of the queue.

when it was finally your turn, you stepped up to the table, your anxiety flaring under the attendant’s sharp gaze.

“name?” she asked briskly, her tone clipped but not unkind.

you stammered out your name, feeling your cheeks flush as she flipped through the cards with an almost agonizing slowness. each passing second stretched longer, the weight of her silence pressing down on your chest.

finally, she found your card and handed it to you with a curt nod. “row c, seat 13,” she said before turning her attention to the next person in line.

you stared at the card in your hand, a mix of relief and dread coursing through you. “row c,” you murmured to yourself, your voice barely audible over the din of the crowd.

now came the next challenge: finding it.

the seating area was a maze of rows and sections, each one more crowded than the last. you wove through the throng of attendees, muttering soft apologies as you accidentally bumped into shoulders and bags. every misstep felt amplified, your nerves magnifying the smallest of stumbles.

“excuse me,” you said softly, trying to squeeze past a particularly dense group of people. when they didn’t move, you tried again, louder this time, only to be met with indifferent glances.

your frustration bubbled just beneath the surface, but you swallowed it down, determined not to let it show. instead, you approached a staff member stationed near the aisle. “hi, um, can you point me to row c?” you asked, your voice laced with desperation.

the staff member gestured vaguely to the left. “over there, by the center aisle.”

you nodded your thanks and hurried in the indicated direction, only to find yourself once again weaving through clusters of people. your pulse quickened as you scanned the rows, your eyes darting between the seat numbers and the impatient glances of those around you.

just when you were about to lose hope, you finally spotted your seat. never have you ever felt this glad to see the number 13 in your life. a wave of relief washed over you as you sank into the plush chair, clutching your bag to your chest like a shield.

your heart was still racing, but for the first time since arriving, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath. you’d made it. barely, but you’d made it.

as you adjusted your posture, trying to appear more composed than you felt, a small voice in the back of your mind whispered, maybe you do belong here after all.

you now watch as the venue slowly fills up with people, the hum of conversation around you growing louder and more animated with each passing moment. the seats beside you begin to fill as well, the air charged with an excitement you’re not entirely sure you can match.

your hands grip the edge of your seat as you try to steady your breathing. it should be comforting to see others settling in, but instead, it only makes your chest tighten. the reality of the moment is starting to sink in: you’re here. the event is real. and soon, you’ll be sitting through a show filled with people who belong to this world, while you’re still wondering if you truly do, too.

your thoughts spiral, every worst-case scenario playing out in your mind. what if someone talks to you? what if you say something wrong? what if you trip on your way out?

“okay, stop,” you mutter under your breath, shaking your head as though you can physically dislodge the anxiety from your mind. you take a deep breath, willing the oxygen to calm your racing heart. “you’re fine. you’re fine. it’s just another room of people, that’s all.”

but just as you’re beginning to regain some semblance of control, your nerves decide to betray you in the most inconvenient way possible.

you feel the telltale pressure building, and your stomach drops. of course the anxiety wasn’t enough—now you have to pee.

you glance around the venue, trying to locate the restrooms without looking too obvious about it. but the thought of weaving through the growing crowd again makes you want to crawl under your seat and hide.

“great timing,” you mutter sarcastically, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. “just perfect.”

you sit there, locked in an internal battle that’s as ridiculous as it is frustrating. your mind races through every possible consequence of leaving your seat. what if i lose my spot? what if someone takes it? what if i come back and look completely out of place? but none of those worries are quite as pressing as the growing discomfort making it increasingly hard to sit still.

you cross and uncross your legs, trying to buy yourself a little more time, but it’s no use. the urge is only getting stronger, and you know you can’t wait until after the show.

“ugh, fine,” you groan under your breath, earning a curious glance from the person sitting two seats away. you shoot them an apologetic smile before rising reluctantly to your feet. “just my luck,” you mutter to yourself as you gather your courage and step into the growing tide of people.

navigating through the crowd feels like threading a needle—while blindfolded. you weave your way through clusters of people, murmuring “excuse me” after “sorry,” but your politeness doesn’t seem to be contagious.

a sharp elbow clips your shoulder, and a tall man doesn’t even glance back as he strides past. “oh, sure, it’s not like i’m here or anything,” you grumble under your breath, rubbing the spot.

as you inch closer to the hallway that leads to the restrooms, a pair of women standing in the middle of the walkway are too engrossed in their conversation to notice they’re blocking the path. you hesitate for a moment, then clear your throat gently.

“um, excuse me,” you say, trying to sound as polite as possible.

they both glance at you with identical raised eyebrows, as though you’ve just interrupted a royal decree. one of them steps aside with a huff, the other muttering something you can’t quite catch—but it doesn’t sound kind.

“thank you so much,” you say with a tight smile, though your tone drips with sarcasm. they don’t respond, already turning back to their conversation as if you don’t exist.

you sigh, pushing forward and silently willing yourself to get through this without any further incidents. but as you turn the corner, another hurdle awaits—a woman balancing a cup of coffee in one hand and a clipboard in the other. she’s standing directly in front of the sign pointing to the restrooms, completely oblivious to the fact that she’s blocking the way.

“excuse me,” you try again, louder this time.

she glances up, frowns, and moves just enough for you to squeeze by, muttering something about “people in a hurry.”

“yeah, sorry for having basic human needs,” you mutter under your breath as you finally spot the restroom door like it’s a beacon of hope in a stormy sea.

the second you finally finish your business, you feel the sudden relief of having taken care of that problem. you take a few deep breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. but as you wash your hands, the booming sound of music filters through the walls. the show is starting. right now.

you glance nervously at the mirror, quickly dabbing at your face to fix any stray smudges of makeup. with shaky hands, you apply a final coat of lipstick, then press your palms against the countertop to steady yourself.

okay, okay, you’ve got this. the show’s starting, but you’re still here, still in it. still feeling a strange sense of excitement that makes your heart race even faster. the overwhelming mix of anticipation and nerves makes you feel lightheaded, like you could burst into action any moment.

with a deep breath, you push the door open and make a beeline for the hallway, your steps quickening as you feel the pressure of time.

but as you reach the end of the hallway, you freeze.

the venue was already packed.

no way.

the moment you step back into the main room, it’s like hitting a brick wall of bodies. people are everywhere—standing in groups, chatting animatedly, glancing at their phones, adjusting outfits, and striding toward their seats. you try to push through, but it’s like swimming upstream.

the sea of people presses in from all sides, making every step feel like a struggle. you try to sidestep a couple who are blocking the narrow path ahead, but they’re moving in tandem, oblivious to your presence. perfect.

your anxiety was beginning to creep back up again. i’m never going to get back to my seat at this rate.

you glance over at the packed rows, scanning for your spot, but there’s no way to tell where you’re supposed to go. your seat is just another tiny speck in the ocean of people.

you start moving in the direction of the seats, but it’s like trying to navigate through a dense fog. the buzz of chatter and the low hum of the music overwhelm your senses, making it even harder to focus. you have to keep reminding yourself that you’re actually here, that you’ve worked so hard to get to this point, but the sheer chaos around you makes it feel like you’re suffocating.

why is this so difficult? you think, frustration starting to bubble up. i should be enjoying this, right?

every time you think you’re getting closer to an opening in the crowd, someone else steps in front of you, forcing you to backtrack or dodge around them. this isn’t happening right now, is it?

as you tried to push through the crowd again, your determination was slipping with each passing second. you could feel the panic rising in your chest, and despite all the preparation, despite all the effort yunjin had put into getting you here, you felt utterly lost. 

this was supposed to be the moment. you thought, but the weight of the situation was crushing you, and even yunjin’s encouraging words were starting to feel distant, like they didn’t belong in this overwhelming mess of people and lights.

you tried to steady yourself, but the crowd was relentless. and then, without warning, your heel caught on someone’s foot, and you were falling, knees slamming against the hard floor with a painful jolt.

you barely had time to register the fall before the sound of laughter from nearby voices filled your ears. you quickly glanced up, hoping for some sign of help, but no one made a move to assist you. the people around you seemed too preoccupied with their own lives to even notice you struggling.

a lump formed in your throat as you slowly pushed yourself up, hands shaking as you planted them on the floor to lift yourself back to your feet. each movement felt like a struggle, like everything was working against you. your breathing was shallow, your heart racing in your chest.

you stood there for a moment, hands gripping the edge of the nearest chair, trying to calm the whirlwind of thoughts spinning through your mind. you could hear the music in the distance, the thumping bass marking the beginning of the show.

it’s starting. it’s really starting.

but all the excitement you’d felt earlier evaporated into a thick fog of frustration and helplessness. the models were already walking down the runway, the crowd shifting in their place to watch, but all you could do was stand there, neck craned, doing your best to balance on your toes, desperately trying to catch a glimpse of anything, but it was impossible. the people in front of you were taller, wider, blocking every possible view.

your shoulders slumped as the tears threatened to spill over. this was it. all this preparation, all the effort... for nothing.

your breath hitched as you felt the tears prickle at the corners of your eyes. this was the moment where everything seemed to fall apart. you couldn’t see, you couldn’t even get to your seat, and you were starting to feel like an imposter in the midst of all these people who belonged.  a shaky exhale escaped your lips as you glanced around, searching desperately for something—anything—to hold onto. but all you saw were backs turned to you, figures moving seamlessly, like they were all part of a rhythm you couldn’t quite catch. the room felt like it was swallowing you whole, and the tears blurred your vision, making the dazzling lights above seem like distant stars. you bit the inside of your cheek, a futile attempt to pull yourself together, but even that wasn’t enough. the weight of it all was crashing down, and for a moment, you thought you might drown in it.

but before you could spiral any further into your self-doubt, a gentle but firm hand suddenly landed on your shoulder, making you freeze in your tracks. the touch was unexpected, like an anchor that yanked you out of the chaotic whirlwind of your thoughts, pulling you back from the brink of complete panic. your breath caught in your throat, and for a moment, everything else disappeared—the crowd, the overwhelming noise, the pulsating lights of the venue. it was just that hand, warm and steady against your skin, grounding you in a way that felt both foreign and comforting all at once.

you turned, startled, and found yourself looking up into a pair of dark eyes, calm and steady, as though they could see right through the chaos in your head. there was something in the way he looked at you that made everything, just for a second, seem less daunting.

“hey,” he said, his voice low and reassuring, “you alright?”

you blinked up at him, unable to speak at first. the confusion, the stress, your glossy eyes, the overwhelming feeling of being out of place all mingled together, but his calm presence was like a lifeline.

he offered you a small, comforting smile. “you look like you could use a hand.”

you swallowed hard, still trying to calm the rapid thud of your heart, but the tightness in your chest refused to loosen. the noise around you felt deafening now, and you could feel the familiar sting of tears threatening to spill. you blinked rapidly, trying to focus, but the room was spinning, the air suffocating.

“i—i’m sorry,” you stuttered, your voice shaky as you attempted to explain, the words tumbling out in a rush. “i’m... i’m lost. i can’t... i can’t find my seat, and i don’t know how to—i... i’m not supposed to be here. i-i can’t see anything, and everything’s so crowded, and i just—” you stopped, the words sticking in your throat, feeling hopelessly tangled. your hands trembled at your sides, and your breath hitched in your chest.

a concerned look immediately fell upon the man’s face, his brows furrowing as he watched you struggle to steady yourself. without hesitation, he reached forward, gently taking your trembling hands in his own. the warmth of his palms against yours was grounding, and he brought your hands together, holding them securely in his grasp.

“hey, hey,” he said softly, his voice steady and low, “it’s okay. just breathe for me, alright? just one deep breath. in through your nose, out through your mouth.”

his thumbs brushed lightly over the backs of your hands as if to anchor you further, his touch firm yet reassuring. “it’s alright,” he continued, his tone calm and measured, “you’re okay. i’ve got you. take it one breath at a time.”

you hesitated, your chest still tight, but his steady presence made it easier to focus on his words. closing your eyes briefly, you forced yourself to follow his instructions. a deep inhale through your nose, then a slow, shaky exhale through your mouth.

“there you go,” he encouraged, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “one more for me. just like that. in... and out.”

you repeated the process, your breaths gradually evening out. the storm of panic that had consumed you began to ebb, leaving behind a fragile sense of clarity.

“that’s it,” he said softly, his hands still holding yours. “you’re doing great.”

you opened your eyes, the sting of tears still present but no longer overwhelming. his gaze met yours, steady and full of kindness, and for the first time that night, you felt like you weren’t entirely alone.

the man offered you yet another one of his gentle smiles before his free hand disappeared into his pocket. he pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief, holding it out for you to take, the motion so natural and considerate that it caught you off guard.

“here,” he said softly, as though he knew you were on the verge of refusing. “it’s clean, don’t worry.”

you sniffled, hesitating for a moment, but the kind look in his eyes left you no choice but to accept. “thank you,” you mumbled, your voice barely above a whisper as you took the handkerchief.

it felt soft and well-cared-for, and you pressed it gently against your cheeks, wiping away the tears that clung stubbornly to your skin. as your vision cleared, you instinctively looked up to return the handkerchief, but then...

oh.

your breath caught in your throat as you got a proper look at him for the first time.

he was... wow.

the kind of breathtaking you��d read about in novels or seen in perfectly lit photoshoots. his features were sharp and refined, yet there was something warm and approachable about the way he carried himself. his dark eyes held an undeniable depth, a mix of intensity and softness that made it hard to look away. his hair framed his face effortlessly, and the hint of a grin playing on his lips seemed almost out of place with how gentle he’d been just moments ago.

as if sensing your flusteredness, the man let out a soft chuckle, the sound warm and surprisingly soothing. his head tilted slightly, and his eyes crinkled at the corners as he nodded in understanding. "it’s okay," he said gently, his voice carrying an unspoken reassurance that he wasn’t judging you. "just making sure you’re really alright."

you managed a small smile, your heart still beating a little too quickly—not just from the chaos of moments ago, but now from the way he was looking at you, like you were someone worth paying attention to.

just then, the commentator’s voice echoed through the venue, announcing the next set of pieces about to grace the runway. the subtle shift in the atmosphere reminded you where you were, though it didn’t stop your stomach from flipping nervously all over again.

“looks like we don’t have much time,” the man said, his gaze flicking toward the direction of the commentator’s voice before returning to you. without hesitation, he extended his hand, palm up, his fingers slightly curled in invitation. “come on. let’s get you somewhere with a better view.”

you stared at his hand, your breath hitching slightly as hesitation crept in. could you really trust him? this stranger who had been kind to you when no one else even noticed? your fingers twitched at your sides, uncertainty coiling in your chest. what if this was some elaborate prank? or worse, what if you embarrassed yourself even more by blindly following someone you didn’t know?

but then you looked up, meeting his gaze again. his eyes were steady, unyielding yet soft, as if silently telling you that it was okay. there was no rush, no pressure—just the quiet reassurance of someone willing to help.

with a deep breath, you slowly reached out, your hand brushing against his before you fully placed it in his. his grip was firm but careful, his warmth grounding you instantly.

“there we go,” he said, his lips curving into a gentle smile, the kind that made the corners of his eyes crinkle ever so slightly. “trust me, you won’t regret it.”

꒰🍦꒱

as he led you through the crowd, weaving effortlessly between clusters of people, you couldn’t help but cast a skeptical glance around. the farther you went, the more unfamiliar the path seemed, and unease began to bubble in your chest.

“uh, where exactly are we going?” you asked, your voice tinged with uncertainty as you noticed the thinning crowd around you. the lights grew dimmer, and the sounds of chatter and camera flashes faded into the background.

he glanced back at you, his smile still intact but now carrying a hint of mischief. “someplace better.”

“better?” you echoed, eyebrows furrowing as you looked around the increasingly exclusive-looking hallway. “this... doesn’t look like a public area.”

he chuckled lightly at your tone, the sound rich and melodic. “just trust me,” he said again, his grip on your hand steady as he led you past a velvet rope that you were almost certain regular attendees weren’t allowed to cross.

“this is off-limits, isn’t it?” you pressed, your voice dropping to a whisper as your eyes darted around, half-expecting someone to stop you. “are we going to get in trouble?”

“relax,” he said, his tone reassuring but laced with amusement. “you’re with me.”

“and who exactly are you?” you muttered under your breath, half to yourself, but he must’ve heard because he chuckled again, this time more quietly, as though enjoying your skepticism.

finally, after navigating a winding staircase and passing through an unassuming doorway, he stepped aside and gestured for you to step forward. you hesitated, peering inside, but the sight that greeted you left you momentarily speechless.

the balcony lounge stretched out before you, a space elevated high above the main floor. plush seating and dim lighting exuded exclusivity, while the glass barrier at the edge provided a breathtaking view of the entire venue.

“wow,” you breathed out, unable to stop the word from tumbling out as you stepped closer to the glass barrier. the view was breathtaking—perfect in every sense. from here, you could see the entire venue laid out like a grand tapestry. the runway stretched out in a seamless line, illuminated by artful lights that bathed it in a radiant glow. models moved gracefully, their outfits shimmering like living art, and the audience’s reactions created a living pulse that filled the space.

your fingers lightly brushed against the cool glass as you leaned closer, your wide eyes drinking in every detail. “this is... unbelievable. it’s perfect,” you murmured, almost to yourself, as though afraid the words would break the magic of the moment.

behind you, the man watched, his grin growing. he leaned his elbows on the railing, his posture casual, but his gaze was anything but. he seemed entirely captivated—not by the view of the runway, but by you.

his amusement deepened as you watches you press a hand over your heart, still marveling at the scene below. the way you took it all in, so openly and earnestly, made him forget, for a fleeting moment, where you even were.

he let his gaze linger—on the way the soft lighting kissed your features, the faint remnants of tears you’d wiped away earlier adding a delicate vulnerability to your expression. he found himself studying the small details: the curve of your lips as you whispered to yourself, the way your fingers traced the glass as though committing the view to memory.

but then you turned abruptly, catching him mid-thought. your eyes, still wide with wonder, locked with his. his breath hitched slightly, but he masked it with a sheepish chuckle, pushing himself off the railing.

“you still didn’t answer my question,” you said, tilting your head slightly. there was a curious sharpness to your tone, but it was softened by the lingering gratitude in your gaze. "who are you?"

his grin returned, wider this time, his earlier moment of surprise replaced by easy charm. “ah, you caught me,” he said, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “my name's... yeonjun.”

he extended a hand towards you once more, his movements fluid and confident. “and you are?”

you nodded slightly in acknowledgment, offering your name as your hand met his, your voice steady but carrying a thread of bashfulness. his fingers were warm against yours, the handshake firm yet oddly gentle. the touch lingered for a fraction longer than necessary, a subtle pause that neither of you commented on. when you both pulled away, you cleared your throat, the small noise cutting through the charged silence.

the quiet that followed wasn’t uncomfortable, but it carried a certain weight, filled with the quiet sounds of the fashion show below. the models moved like art in motion, their outfits catching the dramatic lighting as they walked with precision and elegance. the audience’s murmur blended with the music, creating an atmosphere that was both electric and intimate.

you leaned slightly against the barrier, completely taken by the view. the exclusivity of the lounge afforded you an unobstructed panorama of the venue, and for the first time all night, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be. the glistening runway, the precision of the models, the applause—it all felt surreal, like stepping into a dream.

beside you, yeonjun shifted slightly, his arms resting lazily on the railing as he turned his gaze toward you. his expression softened as he took in the way your eyes sparkled, your awe so apparent it made his lips curve into a fond smile. you were so wrapped up in the scene before you, that you didn’t notice his gaze lingering. he couldn’t help but wonder if you even realized how effortlessly captivating you looked in that moment. “so,” you spoke suddenly, breaking the quiet with a slight turn of your head toward him, completely unaware of the way he quickly snapped his eyes back to the show. “how do you even know about this place? and how are you able to be in such an exclusive part of the venue?”

yeonjun blinked, his lips quirking into a mischievous smile as he leaned back, his hands casually resting against the railing. “ah, you’ve caught me,” he said, his tone light but with an edge of teasing. “let’s just say... i have my ways.”

your brow furrowed, crossing your arms in playful disbelief. “that’s it? ‘i have my ways?’”

he chuckled, the sound deep and warm, his shoulders shifting slightly as he leaned closer to you with a grin. “well, what else do you want me to say?” he teased, his voice low and smooth. “i can’t just give away all my secrets in one go.”

you raised an eyebrow, skeptical but intrigued. “you’re not exactly giving away any secrets.”

“true,” he conceded with a shrug, the glint of amusement never leaving his eyes. “but that’s the fun of it, isn’t it?”

“the fun of being vague?” you countered, though there was an undeniable twinkle of curiosity in your gaze. “so, what exactly do you do? are you in fashion too? a model? designer? photographer?”

yeonjun hummed thoughtfully, tapping his chin in mock contemplation. “why don’t you take a guess?” he said, his tone teasing, clearly enjoying the vagueness.

you rolled your eyes, though you couldn't suppress the small smile that tugged at your lips. “this is ridiculous. you’re impossible.”

“impossible?” yeonjun repeats with a smirk, clearly unfazed by your challenge. “nah, i’m just... fun.” he flashed a wink, his voice smooth as honey. “besides, who wouldn’t want to leave a little mystery?”

you rolled your eyes, but the small smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "you sure love being mysterious, huh?" the question was playful, but you couldn't shake the sense that there was more to him than he was letting on.

yeonjun just chuckled softly, and there was something about the sound—rich, smooth, and unhurried—that made it feel like the world around you slowed for just a second. it was like you were both in on some private joke, sharing the moment despite the crowd around you. you didn’t mind the silence between you two; it wasn’t uncomfortable. it was just peaceful, like the calm after a storm.

just then, the third set of pieces emerged on the runway, and your breath caught in your throat as you took in the intricate details, the stunning designs. you couldn’t help but feel a thrill rise up inside you as you watched the models glide down the runway. the way the fabric moved, the way the pieces complemented the models' bodies—it was all so... perfect.

you leaned forward slightly, eyes sparkling with excitement as you pointed out the dress that had caught your eye. “look at that one,” you said, your voice filled with awe. “the fabric—it's so delicate, but the design is so strong. and the color, it’s not just a plain red. it has this... depth, like layers of crimson blending together. the pleats on the skirt, the texture—it’s all so well-thought-out.”

yeonjun’s gaze flickered toward you, eyebrows raised in genuine surprise as he watched you closely, as though trying to figure out how you could notice all these details with such intensity. “you really know your stuff,” he remarked, his voice thick with amusement. “how can you notice all those details? most people wouldn’t even see half of that.”

you paused mid-rant, your excitement temporarily muted by the attention. your cheeks flushed slightly as you felt a sudden wave of self-consciousness. “well,” you said, hesitating for just a moment, “i... i’m acatually an aspiring fashion designer.”

yeonjun’s eyes softened at that, and there was a flicker of something in them—something... intrigued, maybe? he leaned in just a little, his posture shifting to show more interest. “an aspiring designer, huh?” he repeated, his tone surprisingly gentle for someone who’d been so teasing moments ago. “i should’ve known. there’s no way anyone could appreciate the details as much as you do unless they had an eye for design.”

you blinked, caught off guard by how understanding he sounded. you glanced down at your hands for a moment, suddenly feeling a little more vulnerable. “i’ve been working on some of my own pieces, but, you know... still figuring things out.”

yeonjun seemed to notice your hesitation, and his expression softened even more, though there was a glimmer of something playful in his eyes. “figuring things out is part of the process,” he said, his voice rich with warmth. “trust me, i’ve been there too.”

you glanced up at him, surprised by how genuine he sounded. “you have?” you asked, almost disbelieving.

he gave a small nod, his gaze briefly turning distant, as though lost in a memory. "yeah. the fashion world isn’t as easy as people think. but the ones who stick with it... they make it in the end."

there was a brief pause, and you took in his words, the weight of them settling on you. you weren’t sure why, but something about him made you feel like maybe, just maybe, you weren’t so far from your dream after all.

“thanks,” you said quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. it was more than just gratitude—it was a quiet affirmation that maybe you were on the right path, after all. ꒰🍦꒱ as the models continued to walk down the runway, you couldn’t help but get lost in the details of every piece. each look had its own story to tell, and you felt an overwhelming urge to share that excitement with someone, anyone.

yeonjun, fortunately, was right there, listening with quiet amusement as you rambled on.

"oh my gosh, look at that one!" you exclaimed, leaning slightly forward, pointing to a model in a simple yet striking gown. “the draping is just... it’s absolutely flawless. see how the fabric hugs the body and then just cascades out at the bottom? it’s almost like it has a life of its own. like the material is alive, you know? and the way it catches the light—"

yeonjun nodded, still watching you with that soft smile. “i see it. you’re right, it’s like the fabric is moving with the model, almost like it’s breathing with them.”

you looked at him briefly, surprised at how well he was following along. “exactly!” you said, your voice full of excitement. “and see the next one? the detailing on the neckline—it’s so delicate but intricate at the same time. the tiny beads embroidered around the collar, it adds this elegant touch, almost like it’s a necklace built into the fabric.” yeonjun could only chuckle lightly, amused by the way your eyes lit up every time you spotted something new.

you pointed again, this time at a model in a dress with a sharp, angular hem. “look at the sharpness of those edges! it’s almost architectural, like someone sculpted the fabric into that shape. it gives such a bold, confident vibe!”

yeonjun chuckled softly, watching her animated gestures with a twinkle in his eye. “hmm, you're spot on. such sharp, clean lines.”

“right? and the fabric choice, too. it has this stiffness to it, but not in an uncomfortable way—more like it’s meant to stand up on its own.” you beamed, caught up in the details.

his eyes softened. “you really notice everything, huh?"

you waved him off, already distracted by the next model. “oh, and this one! the way the sleeves puff out like that, it’s so dramatic but playful at the same time! and the fabric’s so airy—it looks like the model’s floating in it!”

yeonjun's gaze stayed on you, amused. “floating, huh? you make it sound so magical.”

“it is magical!” you responded, almost laughing at how much you’d already gotten lost in the runway. “and look at this one—look at how the waist is cinched so perfectly, giving the whole outfit such a nice structure, but it doesn’t feel too stiff. the way it moves... it's like it was made for the model’s body.”

yeonjun smiled, nodding. “i couldn't agree more.”

as the show continued, you kept going, pointing out the minute details that caught your eye, from the slight pleats on the edges of a sleeve to the way the fabric billowed out like a cloud. yeonjun simply listened, always agreeing with a small nod, a quiet “mhm” or “i see it,” but mostly, he just watched you, the way you effortlessly lost yourself in the designs.

you couldn’t even remember the last time you’d felt so... alive. It was as if you were standing right in the middle of a dream, and you weren’t afraid to look at every single detail that made it so perfect.

and yeonjun? well, he just couldn’t take his eyes off you.

once the event came to its dreaded end, you couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, your shoulders slumping slightly in disappointment. you pouted just a little, your lips forming a soft, almost melancholic curve. “i miss it already,” you murmured, mostly to yourself, as if the emptiness left by the show weighed heavily on you. “it feels like it ended too soon.”

yeonjun, who had been watching you the whole time with that subtle, amused smile, chuckled softly in response. it was a warm sound, almost affectionate, as if he found your sincere reaction endearing. "yeah, it’s always like that,” he agreed, his voice rich with fondness. “time flies when you’re caught up in something that amazing.”

you sighed again, almost as if you couldn’t quite shake the feeling that something so beautiful had come to an end far too quickly. "i wish i could’ve stayed in that moment a little longer. it felt... perfect."

yeonjun’s smile widened just a bit, and he leaned against the railing, his gaze flickering between you and the slowly clearing crowd. "you made the most of it, though," he said, voice steady and reassuring. “not many people would’ve appreciated every little detail like you did. that’s something special.”

you glanced over at him, a soft blush rising to your cheeks at his words. "i guess i got a little carried away," you admitted with a shy laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. the thought of how you had been rambling with excitement made your heart skip a little. "but, i mean, how could i not? it was all just... breathtaking."

his eyes softened at your response, and he gave you a playful, knowing smile. "it’s nice to see someone so passionate about it," he said, his voice light but carrying a layer of sincerity. "you really got lost in the moment."

as the last few guests started trickling out of the venue, the noise around you began to swell, the sounds of chatter and the click of high heels filling the air. the once intimate atmosphere of the show now felt overwhelming with the crowds, the room suddenly feeling far too cramped.

yeonjun’s eyes scanned the space briefly, his expression thoughtful. then, without missing a beat, he looked back at you and raised an eyebrow. "i know a less crowded way out," he said, his voice calm amidst the growing chaos. "let me lead you out. wouldn't want you getting lost in this crowd."

you glanced around at the sea of people, their voices blending together in a cacophony, and immediately felt a little more anxious. you didn’t want to get lost in the rush of people, and his offer seemed like the perfect solution. after a moment of hesitation, you finally let out a soft breath and placed your hand in his, your fingers brushing against his palm with a fleeting but comforting touch.

“thank you. again,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, the quiet sincerity of it making you feel strangely grounded in the midst of everything.

he gave your hand a light squeeze, his smile growing just a little warmer, more genuine. "anything for the most enthusiastic fashion designer slash critic i know," he teased lightly, his tone playful but kind.

you couldn’t help but smile back, feeling an unexpected warmth blooming inside you. you wanted to ask more, know more about him, but the moment felt so peaceful, and for once, you were content to just be present.

with a subtle nod, yeonjun led you through a quiet, hidden exit, avoiding the growing crowds of people who were starting to spill out into the streets. the path he guided you down felt like a secret, and somehow, you didn’t question it. instead, you were more than glad to have met someone as kind-hearted as him on what was turning out to be one of the most important days of your life.

once you were out of the building, the bustling noise from the show seemed so far behind you. yeonjun, still holding your hand, walked with a calm ease, his presence making the city’s energy feel just a little more bearable. his touch was like an anchor, steady and reassuring.

“let’s get you to a car,” yeonjun said as he turned toward a sleek limo waiting nearby. you blinked in surprise as he casually waved to the driver, the gesture effortlessly commanding attention.

you paused, a small frown tugging at your lips as you shook your head. “what? oh, i couldn’t possibly—”

but yeonjun wasn’t having it. with a playful smile, he waved off your hesitation. “oh, come on,” he said, his tone coaxing yet gentle. “it’s not every day i get to be this chivalrous.” he gestured toward the car with a teasing glint in his eyes. “besides, you’ve earned it.”

before you could protest further, yeonjun ushered you toward the limo with a gentle hand on your back. you sighed, defeated by his insistent kindness, but in that moment, you couldn’t bring yourself to refuse. his warmth, his attentiveness—it was all so comforting.

as you climbed into the car, you took a deep breath, sinking back against the plush seat, the quiet hum of the limo's engine making everything feel just a little bit surreal. once you were settled in, you turned to yeonjun, your eyes filled with gratitude.

“thank you, yeonjun,” you said again, your voice filled with so much gratitude that it almost felt like the words themselves couldn’t fully express what you were feeling. “really. for everything,” you continued, your gaze soft and sincere. “i don’t even know how to explain it, but… i honestly wouldn’t have made it through today without you. you made all the difference—more than you could know.”

yeonjun gave a small, dismissive shrug, his eyes glinting with an almost mischievous gleam. “it’s nothing, really” he said casually, though there was something in his voice that suggested he truly meant it. “if it's any consolation, your company and your little rant was something i truly enjoyed.”

the words, simple as they were, made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t quite expected. you nodded, smiling softly. but before you could say anything else, yeonjun’s expression shifted, becoming slightly more serious. “well then, see you soon.”

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[procyonloser]

After the fall of Lucifer and the first humans, before the creation of the replacement population (which similarly went to shit) more and more of Heaven began to grow tempted by the promise of living a unique life. A life they could choose for themselves, regardless if it was good or bad, a life where they didn't have to be a specific way.

Marcus was one such angel - he had a minor position, angelic organ player #573, that was what he was meant to do. Forever. But, Marcus wanted to play the drums, he wanted to be bright and loud. So, Marcus fell to hell, nearly rejoicing when he first felt horns poking out of his skull, knocking off his halo.

Life in hell wasn't particularly good, and he had his fair share of vices, but he played the fucking drums in one of the most popular bands in the fucking seven rings.

Which, led him here.

King Lucifer Morningstar sat across from Marcus, smiling widely, but it was static and he looked almost like a painting. It felt wrong, beautiful, but wrong. And, speaking of beauty, Queen Lilith sat beside him, prim and properly posed, a famous musician in her own right. On his other side, lounged Eve, who acted a bit like an enforcer in Hell. The strongest under Lucifer, she also looked the most demonic, changed from her human form. She didn't have horns, but Marcus had seen a video of many mouths opening across get body and eating a sinner whole.

He looked up to all of them.

"Marcus," Lucifer started, tone presuming friendship between the two, but they'd never spoken. "How are you doing? How's the band doing? The, ah, last gig was in Gluttony?"

"... It was wicked... sir." Marcus said slowly, trying to not upset the King, while reminiscing on the event. It'd been a packed studio, he'd seen so very many flashed tits, and Adam was phenomenal as always. There was no one like him, who had his range, his voice, and his skills across all musical instruments, while carrying an effortless lead man persona. He'd looked stunning too, he was getting more comfortable around people, showing more skin.

"Adam probably told you about it." Marcus added, feeling that was fairly safe. Adam lived with them in the castle, when he wasn't on tour. All the humans seemed fairly close, though admittedly, Adam was the least so.

"He told us something, alright..." Eve said, tapping her sharp fingers on the table, though one hand had noticeably much shorter blunt nails.

"You're fond of him, yes?" Lilith asked, tilting her head, and Marcus realized what must have happened. He'd gotten a bit high, and made a move on Adam, he'd kissed him, gotten a bit handsy, but Adam had just pushed him away effortlessly. He was significantly stronger than Marcus.

"I guess so, I mean... Who wouldn't?" Marcus asked. "He's amazing. I just thought he might want to have a little fun, is all. I know he's not with anyone else right now."

Lucifer's grin somehow got wider, until the split of his lips reached the full edges of his face, and it was hard for Marcus to see any angelic features left in him. "Is that so?"

"That is because of us, and our careful watch." Lilith said slowly, almost condescendingly. "Adam is ours, you see. He is our treasure, he was made for each of us. We will, of course, protect that covenant, whether he likes it or not."

Marcus began to feel a tingle on the back of his neck that he'd never really felt before. Hair standing on end.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Marcus blurted out, all four eyes wide.

"Adam is a virgin," Lucifer said simply. "He is ours."

Marcus blinked, and suddenly realized he couldn't move, he was pinned to the chair, shadows with teeth and eyes were holding him in place.

"You won't be touching him again." Eve purred, leaning across the table, as the shadows spread around him.

"Don't worry, Adam won't know what happened to you." Marcus looked across the table to where Lucifer had been, and instead found himself looking back at him.

Adam grumbled, falling onto the couch in the castle. It wasn't like he was into Marcus like that, but he wanted to be, fuck he wanted to get laid, but it seemed like every single fucking time someone showed interest in him, they got cold feet and fucked off.

Fingers ran through his hair, and after a few thousand years, he knew they were Lily's. "Problems?" Lilith asked softly.

"My fucking bandmate told me he quits." Adam mumbled into a pillow. "After he acted like he wanted me. Why can't I just find someone who wants with me what you and Lucifer have?"

Adam didn't voice all of his feelings, why couldn't Lilith or Eve love him in that way. He'd been happy to stay with them after coming to Hell, with the idea of finding someone who would love him, not be just assigned to him like heaven had wanted - but, it still stung. Lucifer and Lilith had Charlie not long ago, and he loved taking care of the little ankle biter, but Adam wanted that for himself. He didn't want to complain to them about it though, seem like he didn't want to be here, or make then feel guilty. They'd been open with him on Earth about everything.

Adam didn't think they'd lie to him.

"Sweet man, don't worry." Lilith said in a soft melodic voice that dragged him down into slumber. "You'll be adored and loved, treasured and worshiped, held and never let go... not ever."

Adam closed his eyes, feeling her touch on his scalp, falling asleep to dreams of warm summer night skies.

[erikftglitter]

Antidote - One

The Derby.

—

“Hey Kay! Let me know when you’re ready!”

Kadence barely registers Mia’s text. The notification flashes, and beneath it, the message is sent with Siri. Typical.

Mia Crawford, Kadence’s best friend, shortens the name of everyone she meets. No one in Mia’s proximity stood a chance against the development of a short-must-have- nickname.

Kadence despised hers though. Kay. A name that could belong to a dozen girls. Dozens of lives. None of them hers. Maybe this was the outcome of a lost girl who wanted to be different, who longed for separation, who dreamt of becoming an outlier in every single aspect, but this was Kadence’s life.

Kadence had never liked being reduced and restrained to one thing. Her name mattered—four distinct definitions that she’d love to share.

But no one ever asked.

Second-year event coordinator. Brand strategist. These were just some of the titles that followed Kadence’s name in LinkedIn. A Micro-influencer with macro-ambitions. She learned early how to make her life look effortless—even when nothing about it was. Through grainy, low contrast, filtered videos, Kadence found love.

Kadence loved nice things and nice things seemed to love her back. Every receipt was a small victory. Every collaboration, another connection made. Her Instagram Stories looked like diary entries from someone else’s fantasy.

Kadence lived for creating an empire and would settle for death if she had to settle at all. Old Kadence would have a heart attack if she knew her currant credit limit. The sky was really beginning to favor the limit.

Today was no different. Derby Day. The holy grail of Southern aesthetics and social climbing. She and Mia were due at the track by noon, full glam.

“I’m the best to ever do this shit.” Kadence half-mumbled over the music blaring from her MacBook.

The entire room was full of combustible reminders of how far she’s come. She had every right to be as proud as she was. That’s what she scribbled in her wellness journal on a weekly basis

Didn’t she deserve it all?

Kadence twisted the last section of her hair, inspecting her reflection. The blush tone in her dress whispered elegance; the gloss on her lips screamed sponsorship. Her curls sat right, her highlight popped. She looked like money.

“Just about done, Mia,” she texted, before grabbing her hat—a wide-brimmed one covered in pale pink orchids. Mia had picked it out. Kadence had picked the price.

Mia entered the room, dripping in champagne satin and chaos.

Mia was very grounded with content creation as well but didn’t mind voicing her personality on the internet. She didn’t mind the risk of controversy, but Mia had the security that Kadence couldn’t purchase.

A multimillionaire of a father and a shitload of an inheritance. If you can erase the fact that, “Super Rich Kids” was inspired by Mia’s childhood then Kadence could have possibly been envious.

“Bitch, we look good,” she grinned, her iridescent tooth gems catching the bright sunlight.

“I like to imagine that God took his time and then some.” She smiles, twirling her best friend around. Her smile stiffens when she spots the discolored bruise on Mia’s foot.

“How’d that happen?”

“One of those nights I wore the So Kate’s. Don’t ask.”

Kadence nodded. The shoes explained everything. So did the silence that followed.

⸻

By midday, they were at the derby and the hum of old money flooded through Kadence’s head. Her and Mia must’ve took a dozen pictures every minute. This was one of the few times where Kadence felt so stress free.

Still, something felt off.

She first noticed it during a break in filming. Mia had wandered off to grab a drink for the two of them, and Kadence stood in charge of their belongings, occasionally adjusting the flower tucked behind her ear. She felt the hair on her neck rise.

That’s when she saw him.

A man. Standing perfectly still near the track’s edge. He was watching but his style was so much more different than everyone else’s.

He was tall, intriguing, dressed in all black despite the heat. No name tag. No company. No visible sweat. His eyes—impossibly dark—were suddenly locked on her.

Kadence blinked. A chilling rushed up her spine. But when she looked again, he was gone.

Her stomach dropped.

“Two Mojitosss.” Mia sang, returning just in time to catch her expression.

“You alright?”

Kadence hesitated. “Yeah this is just what I needed.”

She told herself she was intoxicated.

Delirious, maybe.

She took a sip of her drink, swallowed the unease.

But the feeling didn’t leave.

Even hours later, long after the race had concluded and the crowd had thinned, she couldn’t shake the weight of being watched. The man’s gaze felt so real. It welted into her memory like a dream too vivid to dismiss.

That night, Kadence dreamt of him for the first time.

Not the Derby. Not the hat.

Just him.

Watching her.

And smiling.

⸻

[ateez-ana]

wonderland behind scenes

「-now you are watching wonderland behind scenes by @ateez on youtube-」

#clip1

In the vibrant tapestry of Wonderland's music video, amidst towering mushrooms and surreal landscapes, Ana  emerged from the shadows, her camera poised to document the whimsical chaos behind the scenes.

'Camera's rolling!' she exclaimed, a playful grin spreading across her face. 'So, what's the tea, ATINYs? Let's spill the beans, welcome to ana vlog'

As the camera captured the antics of her fellow members, Ana couldn't resist sharing her thoughts. 'Wooyoung is trying to make a flower fort back there , while San is running around' She giggled. 'And look, Seonghwa is practicing his scene he looks so beatiful, he has always been beautiful, what do you think guys?" ana said pointing the carama at Seonghwa who was talking with the director

Eyes twinkling with mischief, Ana panned the camera over to Mingi. 'And Mingi, the chocolate thief! He dared to steal my precious candy bar. But don't worry, I'm plotting my revenge.'

"ok so today we are filming wonderland music video and to all our amazing fans, thank you for being with us on this magical adventure. You make everything we do so special. We love you.. Watching the creation of this masterpiece has been incredible. The costumes, the dancers, the choreography—it's all come together to create something truly extraordinary. We put our hearts and souls into this project, and we hope you love it as much as we do. It's a tribute to your love and support. We couldn't have done it without you, me and mingi have scenes on fire so you know "we on fire" ok that was a bad joke please cut it in the edit"

#clip2

As the crew prepared for Yeosang's solo scene,Ana,excitement crackled in the air as she watched Yeosang with unwavering admiration.

The director called for silence, and the cameras began to roll. Yeosang poured his soul into his movements, his body flowing with effortless grace. Ana's eyes widened, her heart pounding with pride and adoration. She couldn't contain her emotions as she whispered, 'Wow, you're incredible, Yeosang!'

As the scene reached its climax, Ana couldn't help but release a deafening scream. Her enthusiasm pierced through the silence, reverberating throughout the studio. Yeosang's gaze met hers, and a shy smile spread across his face. The camera captured the moment, preserving the raw and genuine bond between them.

the director called 'Cut!' and the crew erupted in applause. Yeosang bowed deeply, his cheeks flushed with a rosy hue. Ana rushed forward, unable to resist showering him with compliments.

'You were amazing, Yeosang!' she exclaimed. 'I'm so proud of you!' Yeosang looked at Ana with a mixture of gratitude and embarrassment.

#clip3

The air was thick with the scent of sweat and hairspray. It was the final day of the Wonderland music video shoot, and everyone was pushing to get the last scene – the grand finale group dance – in the can.

“Just one more, guys,” Hongjoong announced, his voice hoarse but determined. “And then we can all go home and sleep for a week.”

A chorus of groans and tired laughter rippled through the group. “I'm not even sure I can stand anymore,” San complained, dramatically collapsing onto the floor.

“You're just tired because you spent the entire day complaining about the costume,” Mingi retorted, earning a playful shove from San.

While the others joked, a quiet tension hung in the air. This scene was crucial. It was their chance to showcase their synchronized dance skills, and the pressure was on.

“Don't worry, guys,” ana said, her voice full of confidence, “We got this. We've practiced this a million times.”

“Yeah, but it’s the last scene,” Wooyoung chimed in, his voice laced with apprehension. “We need to nail it.”

'Don't worry, we're going to blow them away,' Yunho, the main dancer, said with a reassuring smile. He looked at Ana, a mischievous glint in his eye. “You ready to show them what you’ve got, Ana?”

Ana knew what he meant. Yunho was one of the main dancers, and they were both known for their dynamic and powerful moves. The director had specifically requested them to lead the final dance, allowing them to showcase their skills and bring the video to a climax.

“Ready to bring the house down,” she replied, a playful grin spreading across her face.

As the crew prepped the cameras, a wave of nervousness swept over the group. They were tired, their muscles ached, and the pressure of delivering a perfect performance was immense.

 Their movements were sharp and precise, their energy contagious. Yunho and Ana, positioned at the center, led the choreography, their bodies a blur of movement and grace. Their synchronized steps, the way their bodies moved in perfect harmony, it was mesmerizing. They were a force of nature, and their passion was evident in every gesture.

As the dance progressed, the tension in the air dissipated, replaced by a sense of exhilaration. The crew, mesmerized by their performance, forgot about the fatigue and the pressure. They were simply witnessing something truly special.

The final sequence of the dance was a complex, intricate routine, demanding perfect coordination and timing. Ana and Yunho, their bodies moving in a mesmerizing dance of power and grace, held the spotlight. The camera focused on their every move, capturing the intensity of their performance.

A few moments before the final pose, the director yelled “Cut!”

Ana, still caught in the energy of the dance, let out a playful laugh and shouted, “Dance!” in a silly voice, starting to move her body in a ridiculous, improvised dance. Yunho, unable to contain his laughter, joined her. Seoghwa, standing nearby, couldn't resist joining in, their movements becoming increasingly absurd.

The camera caught the scene, capturing their goofy antics.

“Aitiny, don’t look at that!” yunho shouted to the camera, his eyes wide with mischief, before breaking into a fit of laughter.

The crew, unable to resist the infectious energy, laughed along with them.

#clip4

Yunho adjusted the collar of his shirt, feeling the familiar warmth of the studio lights on his skin. He was in the middle of a large, dimly lit set, surrounded by rows of old television screens flickering with static. It wasn’t anything fancy, but somehow, the air crackled with an uncanny energy.

“So, this is my scene,What scene did i film? Something like I’m controlling members in front of the TV? I think we filmed as if it feels like I led members, Let’s go! Let’s go! To the beginning that the ending is waiting!"

unaware of the small drama unfolding behind him, Hongjoong, leaned against a towering tree, his head resting on the shoulder of a girl with warm brown eyes and a gentle smile. She, Ana had a playful hand reached up, threading through Hongjoong's soft, dark hair. Ana's thumb gently grazed his cheek, her eyes sparkling with amusement. Their laughter, hushed and melodic, drifted on the breeze, a melody only audible to those close enough to hear.

He turned his head, ever so slightly, just enough to glimpse the tableau behind him. Hongjoong, his head tilted back, eyes closed as Ana's hand traced patterns on his cheek. Their bodies were close, an unspoken intimacy permeating the air.

The realization slammed into Yunho with the force of a tidal wave. His eyes widened, a silent gasp escaping his lips. His initial instinct was to step back, to shield the scene from the prying eyes of the camera. He shifted slightly, his body strategically blocking the view of the couple behind him, a nervous chuckle bubbling up in his throat. Clearing his throat, he continued speaking, his voice tinged with a faint tremor of amusement

'So, yeah, this place is pretty amazing,' he said, a playful glint in his eyes, his gaze flicking back to the camera.

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Top Food Bloggers and Instagram Influencers in India You Should Follow in 2025

India is a fantastic food destination with a huge obsession that manifests primarily in social networks. Renowned as some of the best food creators in the country, they are redefining our approach to cooking and culinary customs. These influencers go far beyond simply offering recipes; they provide exciting culinary adventures and encourage innovative thoughts among those who enjoy cooking. This article will look at the top 10 food influencers in India for January 2025 and highlight what makes them unique.

1. Shivesh Bhatia

Shivesh Bhatia is a Delhi-based young pastry expert specializing in elegant-looking yet simple-to-prepare desserts. His blog, "Bake with Shivesh" presents detailed recipe instructions for cakes, cookies, and other sweet treats. Among the accolades received by Shivesh are Vogue India's 30 Under 30 and Cosmopolitan's Blogger Awards' Best Food Feed of the Year. For gorgeous yet effortless desserts, visit his Instagram—it's an eye-and-taste-bud thing.

2. Nisha Madhulika

Nisha Madhulika, who is 65 years old, is a classic example of the fact that age is just a number. Her YouTube channel has more than 14.5 million subscribers, and she is known for sharing vegetarian recipes that make it simple to cook at home. Nisha emphasizes 'Ghar ka khana' or homemade food, and provides comforting flavors to each recipe that she makes. Nisha was honored with the Padma Shri Award in 2021, her channel is excellent for beginners and those who appreciate authentic Indian cooking.

3. Pooja Dhingra

Often referred to as the "macaron queen" of India, Pooja Dhingra runs Le15 Patisserie, an establishment that focuses on innovative desserts. She spent time at the renowned Le Cordon Bleu in Paris, where international techniques were blended with Indian ingredients for her unique creations. Besides being a baker, Pooja is also a storyteller who inspires women entrepreneurs. Her Instagram page is filled with vibrant images of desserts and great posts for anyone pursuing their dreams.

4. Vikas Khanna

Vikas Khanna is a true success story. The journey from Amritsar to obtaining a Michelin star in New York is surreal. His restaurant Bungalow received the Michelin Bib Gourmand Award in 2024, and he is also celebrated for his philanthropy. Vikas often shares his experience on platforms like MasterChef India, an undeniable fact that rigorous toil and perseverance bring rewards.

5. Ranveer Brar

Ranveer Brar is a chef who tells cultural and historical stories through food. He became an executive chef at 25, then explored all the spectrums, from street food to gourmet dishes. Ranveer's recipes and videos are for beginners or foodies seeking something special. His charisma and expertise formulate content that is enjoyable as well as informative.

6. Kunal Kapur

Kunal Kapur judges MasterChef India, and this chef can prepare the most wonderful, simple, yet enjoyable dishes. His video course and expert tips make cooking a fancy restaurant meal out of ordinary ingredients at home achievable. One of Kunal's leadership qualities is his creativity, which has made many people believe they can cook.

7. Saloni Kukreja

Saloni Kukreja is the food of Mumbai, which includes a mixture of fast food and food served in restaurants. Her photos are great for anyone passionate about exploring new tastes and destinations. Saloni's articles represent endless ways to try Mumbai's food variety phrased in a different light, for example, an eatery tucked away somewhere in the city or a new beat.

8. Harpal Singh Sokhi

Harpal Singh has come to be known as "Laughter Chef" by always being hysterical in the kitchen. The cooking-cooking program with his simplicity on the screen, "Turban Tadka," was so cool, and even "Namak Shamak" became the catchphrase that we will associate with his show. Harpal can cook at parties because of his friendly and funny character; even recipes are aimed at those who want a lot of fun in the kitchen.

9. Uma Raghuraman

Masterchefmom is her actual name, and she is known for showcasing South Indian and vegetarian foods. Her blog has been the means to remind and encourage families to pour their love into traditional recipes. She was honoured with the SAVEUR Blog award for Best Food Instagram! It is this kind of blend that Uma masterfully achieves, giving conventional and modern twists, which makes her favourite to all people who like healthy and juicy dishes.

10. Sanjyot Keer

Your Food Lab' is a recipe by Sanjyot Keer where he changes classic Indian comfort foods with the times and gives them a twist of modernity. His videos are like short, captivating movies that make you cook on the spot and succeed. People with an interest outside the standard way of doing things and those who enjoy visual art might come across his page as a must-see.

Conclusion

Indian food innovators are transforming our kitchen skills and dining experiences. They encourage us to prepare meals to prepare more healthily healthier meals and fridge to create entirely new meals. It doesn't matter if you are a beginner in cooking or a person with an addiction. These influencers are your best friends for cooking and baking throughout the year. Food influencers are known for their fabulous recipes that they steal from their families. Still, many take the extra step and prepare the gourmet dishes they feature on their blogs. Suppose you are starting or are passionate about cooking. In that case, these influencers will take you into the culinary world by giving you various mixed recipes you can try and novel tastes you can find. starting out or if you are passionate about cooking, these influencers will take you into the world of culinary by giving you various mixed recipes that you can try and novel taste that you can find.

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matt!friend × bella who loves physical touch. How will the story end?

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Matt Sturniolo had always been the glue that held his trio together. As the eldest triplet by mere minutes, he often found himself in the driver's seat—both literally and figuratively. His brothers, Chris and Nick, were his partners in crime, co-conspirators in pranks, challenges, and the everyday chaos of their shared life. Together, they had transformed their sibling bond into a digital empire, captivating millions with their candid car conversations and infectious humor.

But amidst the whirlwind of fame and content creation, there was Bella.

Bella was Matt's best friend. They had met long before the cameras were rolling, back when their lives were simple and untainted by the glare of social media. She was the one person who saw Matt for who he truly was, not just the persona he projected online. Their friendship was effortless, built on years of shared experiences, inside jokes, and an unspoken understanding that transcended words.

What made their bond unique, however, was their shared love for physical touch. A playful shove, a spontaneous hug, a comforting arm around the shoulder—these small gestures were their way of communicating, of expressing emotions that words often failed to capture. It was their language, their comfort zone.

One afternoon, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the city, Matt and Bella found themselves lounging on the couch in the Sturniolo household. The triplets' latest video had just wrapped up, and the house was momentarily quiet—a rare occurrence.

"You're quiet today," Bella remarked, her head resting on Matt's shoulder.

Matt chuckled softly, adjusting his position to make her more comfortable. "Just tired, I guess. You know how it is."

Bella nodded, but there was a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Uh-huh. Tired from what? Filming another prank on your brothers?"

Matt grinned. "Maybe. But that's not why I'm tired."

She raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Then why?"

He hesitated, then shrugged. "Just... thinking about stuff."

Bella didn't press further. Instead, she shifted closer, her hand brushing against his. It was a simple touch, but it sent a ripple of warmth through Matt. He glanced at her, catching the soft smile playing on her lips.

Without thinking, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a fleeting, accidental kiss.

The world seemed to pause.

Bella pulled back slightly, her eyes wide with surprise. "Matt... did we just...?"

He blinked, his heart racing. "I... I think we did."

They sat in silence, the weight of the moment settling between them. Neither knew what to say, how to navigate the sudden shift in their dynamic.

After what felt like an eternity, Bella broke the silence. "Well, that was unexpected."

Matt chuckled nervously. "Yeah. Definitely not how I planned this evening."

She smiled, her eyes softening. "But... it wasn't bad, right?"

He met her gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. "No. Not bad at all."

From that moment on, things between them were different. The accidental kiss had opened a door neither of them knew existed. They found themselves lingering a little longer in each other's presence, their touches more deliberate, their conversations more intimate.

But the change wasn't without its complications.

Nick, ever the observant one, noticed the subtle shifts in their behavior. One evening, as the trio sat in their usual spots in the car, Nick couldn't help but comment.

"You two are acting... different," he said, his gaze flicking between Matt and Bella.

Matt shifted uncomfortably. "What do you mean?"

Nick smirked. "Oh, I don't know. Maybe the fact that you're sitting closer than usual? Or the way you're looking at each other?"

Bella blushed, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her sleeve. "It's nothing, Nick."

But Nick wasn't convinced. "Uh-huh. Sure. Nothing at all."

Chris, who had been unusually quiet, finally spoke up. "If you two are dating, just say it. Don't make it weird."

Matt and Bella exchanged a glance, both unsure of how to respond. The truth was, they didn't have all the answers themselves.

Over the following weeks, their relationship continued to evolve. They spent more time together, exploring the city, sharing their dreams and fears, and navigating the complexities of their newfound closeness. The lines between friendship and something more blurred, leaving them both in uncharted territory.

One evening, as they sat on the rooftop, watching the stars twinkle above, Bella turned to Matt.

"Do you think we're making a mistake?" she asked softly.

Matt took her hand in his, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "I don't know. But I do know that I don't want to lose what we have."

She smiled, leaning her head against his shoulder. "Me neither."

And so, they continued their journey together, hand in hand, navigating the twists and turns of their evolving relationship. The accidental kiss had been the spark, but it was their shared connection, their mutual respect, and their unwavering friendship that would keep the flame burning.

In the end, it wasn't about labels or defining their relationship. It was about the moments they shared, the laughter they found in each other's company, and the love that had always been there, waiting to be discovered.

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Cargo pants - inspired by utility wear - and the unmistakable cap.

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Outerwear, an integral part of Dolce&Gabbana’s heritage and in a fur-free version, is lightened and softened with casual pieces, redefining creations known for their strong aesthetic impact, synonymous with excellence in materials and intricate detailing.

• The elegance of the classic

The suits, the quintessence of masculine style, embody timeless elegance conveyed through various expressions and facets.

• Sparkling allure

• Daytime: effortless charm

Soft lines, oversized cuts accentuated by pleated trousers, leather and denim treated to create a lived-in effect, and crumpled t-shirts: a careful study and continuous experimentation respond to an “effortless” attitude that captivates even in its most laid back form. The soft handmade sweaters, crafted from thick yarns, and looks in heavy flannel, wool, or tweed, all embrace this inclination.

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