#daehyun [ conversation ]

[kpop-bbg]

[weedzkiller]

to @unavernales ( for serghei )

"oh, hey, serghei!" even as he waves and hurries across the campus courtyard to him, daehyun still can't believe that he's talking to him, that they're—kind of, maybe, sort of—friends. or at the very least, they get along well enough to do this. he doesn't know how to talk to serghei about anything other than farrah and the clothes he makes, but progress is still progress! "i wore that shirt you gave me to practice yesterday; do you wanna hear my thoughts now or is this a bad time?"

[entityforged]

from @notfrsale ( have you ever had something…missing?  like something just doesn’t feel right inside you but you don’t know what it is. )

"oh, definitely," daehyun says, absentmindedly rubbing a hand over his chest where top surgery scars are covered by his shirt. "there's been a lot of things. and sometimes i can figure out what it is on my own but…….most of the time it helps me to talk to people.” dae hesitates a moment before reaching over and carefully placing his hand on minsung’s. he never wants to push him—he’s been through so fucking much, and he can’t blame him if he doesn’t want to open up—but he wants him to know the option is there. he’s always here to listen.

[gcholdtrops]

       something  in  the  air  had  definitely  switched  up,  the  two  of  them  entering  a  different  kind  of  intrigue  on  each  other   —-   daehyun  having  picked  up  the  smallest  glint  of  change  in  dahee's  eyes  when  he  wasn't  straying  away  from  the  topic  of  super  natural  beings   ;   vampires  being  the  primary  topic  for  the  day,  when  it  should've  been  literature.   "  i  see  ...  "   trailing  off  as  she  had  inched  forward  and  allowing  their  faces  to  be  two  heads  apart  at  most,  the  subtle  touch  of  her  digits  tracing  his  nape  causing  an  almost  burning  sensation  underneath  flesh  of  where  minsun  had,  many  years  so,  punctured  his  skin  and  turning  him  into  the  very  being  he  was  today.

there  had  been  that  mutual  feeling  then,  the  flashback  portraying  itself  as  a  sort  of  vision  for  the  two  of  them.  him  at  the  receiving  end  and  then  there  was  the  orange-haired  woman  named  minsun,  sharing  so  many  resembles  of  the  femme  seated  before  him  right  now.   "  if  i  say  that  i  also  got  a  sort  of  vision  when  shaking  your  hand,  would  that  make  you  seem  unhinged  then  ?  "   single  brow  quirks  while  gaze  isn't  wandering  elsewhere,  completely  fixated  on  dahee  now  as  he's  mirroring  the  leaning  forward   —-   two  of  them  gossiping  about  dark  secrets  which  shouldn't  be  heard  by  regular  humane  beings  passing  the  room  in  the  hallway   ;   this  wasn't  a  topic  to  just  talk  loudly  about,  not  with  the  direction  it  was  going  at  least.

a  smirk  is  seen  painting  on  his  face  before  tongue  travels  over  his  lips,  head  angled  to  the  side  before  voice  was  heard  again.   "  wouldn't  be  fair  if  you  get  to  ask  all  the  questions  alone,  would  it  ?  "   curiosity  got  the  best  of  him  as  he  reaches  forward,  allowing  digits  to  touch  her  hand  from  before   ;   turning  it  around  as  two  fingers  travel  along  her  wrist  where  veins  were�� shown   —-   his  senses  awakening  completely  at  the  pumping  of  crimson  being  felt  beneath  his  touch.   "  but  i'll  let  you  shoot  away,  considering  i've  asked  you  a  few  already  ~  so  hit  me.  "   touch  vanishes  after,  having  used  it  as  a  way  to  almost  give  her  a  hint   —-   or  to  somehow  return  the  subtleness  of  her  fingers  which  was  still  a  burning  imprint  on  his  neck.

            it  was  undeniable,  something  in  the  atmosphere  shifted  the  moment  the  conversation  veered  into  darker  waters.  while  dahee  was  still  genuinely  intrigued  by  his  work  and  everything  about  it,  this  particular  subject  effortlessly  took  center  stage.  as  daehyun's  gaze  swept  over  her,  she  couldn't  help  but  wonder  what  was  going  through  that  brooding  mind  of  his.  "  in  these  dreams,  i'm  usually  the  one  doing  the  drinking,  or  feeding,  however  you  want  to  call  it.  "  she  affirmed  with  a  decisive  nod,  reclining  slightly  in  her  chair  as  though  finally  settling  into  her  truth.

 given  that  he  wasn't  hastily  dismissing  her  or  steering  the  topic  elsewhere,  dahee  felt  more  certain  than  ever  that  the  fleeting  vision  she'd  had  upon  meeting  him  hadn't  been  some  delusional  glitch.  there  had  to  be  something  to  it,  and  she'd  be  damned  if  she  let  this  moment  pass  her  by.  "  w e l l,  "  she  pauses,  just  long  enough  to  inject  a  little  theatrics  into  the  moment,  now  it  was  her  turn  to  study  him,  scrutinizing  every  feature  as  if  comparing  the  live  subject  to  the  vision,  "  i  saw  you  were  on  the  ground  .  .  with  two  punctures,  there.  "  she  leans  forward,  fingertip  grazing  the  side  of  his  neck  just  below  the  jawline.

 "  i  don't  know  if  you're  going  to  think  i'm  absolutely  unhinged,  but  i  don't  usually  get  those  kinds  of  flashes  while  conscious.  they're  strictly  reserved  for  dreams.  "  now  leaning  fully  onto  the  table,  her  elbows  resting  atop  it,  she  lowers  her  voice  into  a  soft  murmur,  even  though  the  room  was  devoid  of  eavesdroppers.  "  do  you  think  i'm  losing  it  ?  be  honest.  or  if  i'm  scaring  the  crap  out  of  you,  just  blink  twice.  "  perhaps  he  was  simply  humoring  her  strange  musings,  but  in  her  gut,  dahee  knew  she  wasn't  off-base.  "  if  you  tell  me  i'm  right,  then  congratulations  .  .  this  interview's  going  off  the  rails  and  i'll  be  the  one  asking  the  questions.  "  despite  the  gravity  of  what  she  was  saying,  her  tone  stays  playful,  her  giggle  muffled  behind  her  hand,  trying  to  keep  the  mood  from  spiraling  into  full  horror.

[ballsandbabes]

Bleed through love: Geum Seong-jae x Reader

Authors Note: I normally dont write about other things than Sports, BUT...I started with Weak Hero and find the story really exciting. While reading, I found Geum Seong-ja's character very exciting. Y/n = your name// not proof read// GIF not mine // Have fun <3

Summary: Love is never easy, but it is difficult when you fall in love with Seongje. But what happens if he's interested in you too?

Genre: Universe of Weak Hero, slow-burn romance, character drama, fluff with grit, slightly toxic depiciton of a relationship.

Life wasn't fair. Not for you. Your parents were once respected doctors at a good clinic. But even there, corruption flowed through every vein of the institution. That is, until Kim De-Uhn, the director of the clinic, died. And therefore the only person who had protected this secret. As soon as the new director was in office, all employees were fired, including your parents. They had done nothing wrong, but the director wanted to get rid of all old employees in order to be able to completely rebuild and improve the clinic's reputation. With everything that came to light afterward, it made it difficult for your parents to find work again.

And that's how you ended up at Eunjang High School. A cruel, brutal and unrelenting chaos of a school life. You had once had dreams. Dreams of a good, carefree life as a graphic designer. But now it was about surviving this cruel and terrible place.

If you didn't belong to one of the thug squads or knew a member, you could actually get through everyday school life just fine. And that's exactly what you did. You were quiet, reserved and didn't attract attention. Which doesn't mean that you didn't have your reputation at school. The classmates who knew you knew how good you were. Smart, well-read, intelligent, one or two boys would also say that you were very beautiful.

“Omg, I heard Yeon Sieun got into a fight with someone again,” said Daehyun, your best friend. "Oh come on, let's not interfere. That happens every day," you said as you prepared for the next lesson.

You first met Geum Seong-jae after a math test.

You were sitting alone in the hallway, reading glasses slipping down your nose, notebook open across your lap as you reviewed formulas for fun — because yes, that’s the kind of person you were. You liked rules. You liked logic to a degree. You liked knowing that hard work, in school at least, led to clear answers.

He walked by bleeding from the lip.

And you didn’t look away.

“You....you okay?” you asked, calm and straightforward. At that moment you didn't even know why you had spoken to him. Actually, it was against all your rules, but you did it anyway. How reckless.

He slowed. Stared. He was used to flinches, whispers, or forced politeness. Not concern. Especially not from a girl in a sporty zip-up Hoodie with ink on her fingers. He scoffed. “Do I look okay?”

“You look like you got your face slammed into a locker. Twice,” You said while adjusting your glasses. Why did you say that?

That pulled a sharp laugh from him—surprised and short. Then he turned to leave, but not before shooting you a sideways glance.

“Don’t get involved,, stupid girl” he muttered.

But you were involved, in the way that people like you always were — because you believed people and their actions could be understood, even when they didn’t believe it themselves. You would know what he was like. He had shown this often enough when his bloody knuckles had slammed into his opponent's jawline until it was brimming with blood. That's why you knew you couldn't change him. You didn't want that either, but you wanted to be able to understand him, understand why he did what he did.

___ _ _ _

You saw each other every now and then, especially on the way home. When you had to move, the neighborhood you lived in, was different, more unsafe.

It had started with the conversation in the hallway of the school, that Seongje found himself thinking about you. What was the point of this stupid girl to just babble at him like that? Was she crazy?

You hadn't cared who he was, you had just wanted to make sure he was okay and he couldn't quite understand that. He had told himself he was here purely by chance as he waited outside the shabby little art room. Movement. He looked into the room through the tiny, dusty window. You helped a classmate with her picture. Your eyes focused and full of helpfulness. Your body language inviting and sisterly.

Another time you stopped at the sports field on your way from the entrance hall across the courtyard. You had actually never seen him play sports before, that was more Hoo-min Park's thing. Also a bully at your school. It was where you realized how strong and athletic Seongje actually was.

So it went back and forth. You noticed each other. However, without anyone else noticing.

The next time, he found you.

A kid from another class had tried to cheat off your quiz, and when you refused, he pushed you against a locker and called you a stuck-up nobody. You didn’t cry. You stared him down and told the teacher. He got detention.

You got called names. By lunch, your books had been tossed in the hallway. Again.

And Seongje saw it happen.

You didn’t saw him, therefor thinking he wouldnt bat an eye — he didn’t exactly have a reputation for defending nerdy girls with moral backbones. But then, at the end of the day, the kid who shoved you left school with a bloody nose and a limp. What had happened?

You and your friends sat on the wall of the schoolyard as you discussed in whispers what had happened to the guy who had been so mean to you. "Maybe this is all just a stupid coincidence," Mia said, her voice low and wavering. "I don't think so, the boys may be brutal, but that doesn't mean they can't think," Jiun said.

And then you would have seen him. Just early enough to see him put his bloody hand in his pocket. While you were still running, you said goodbye to your friends as you ran after him.

“Don’t thank me,” Seongje told you when you caught up to him later. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“Then why?” you challenged him to answer you, arms crossed, refusing to let him brush it off.

His eyes lingered on your face. "...Because you didn’t flinch. You even have the guts to talk to me like that."

___ _ _ _

He started showing up more after that. Not obviously. Just��� nearby. Lingering. He'd stand outside the library and pretend to scroll through his phone. Sit behind you during lunch and pretend to sleep. Glance your way in class and immediately look away when you noticed.

You first didnt notice, but when you did, you never called him out. You just let him hover — because you knew that for someone like him, proximity was connection.

He asked you once, late in the hallway after everyone had left: “Why are you always trying to do the right thing? Even when it sucks for you?”

You closed your locker and smiled at him. “Because someone has to. I don't know, but maybe it will help someone. Maybe it will help someone if I point out to the teacher that we cannot move the date forward. And maybe if I do it enough, someone else will too.”

“…That’s so stupid,” he said quietly, laughing at you.

But the next week, he returned a lost wallet to a first-year without taking the cash inside. Even if he had thought about taking it.

Geum Seong-jae wasn’t gentle. Not in the slightest. To be honest, he was brutal, crazy and arrogant. Despising people who are or act weak, people like you. He wasn’t patient. His anger lived just under his skin, hot and volatile.

But with you?

He showed a very strange side of his, in ways you couldnt really describe. And explain even less.

He "walked" you home but never admitted it, basically he followed you from a few meters away. He "asked", more like teased or bullied you with questions about your favorite books and pretended to be bored....then he would steal them from you. He tried to fix your broken calculator once. Failed. Replaced it in your bag without saying a word. Which got you into massive trouble. Because the guy sitting next to you had lost his calculator, which was also new, and simply accused you of stealing his calculator. What was that about? Did Seungje want to bully you?

And when you asked him, one day, why he hung around you at all, he shrugged and said,“Because you entertain me with you "good morals".” “What do you mean,” you asked him, confused. He explained to you that you weren't an angel either. You lent your study materials to a classmate so that she could copy and not fail. Actually, you weren't allowed to do that. And unfortunately he is right. In an attempt to do something good, you had done something forbidden. An interesting thought came to you during this conversation…maybe it was the same with him?

___ _ _ _

It started like any other day — quiet, normal, deceptive. But you could tell something was off the moment Seongje stepped into school. His eyes were darker, shoulders tense, fists already curled like he’d been in a fight before first period even began. You didn’t ask — not yet — but you stayed close.

When the news spread through the halls that some guys from a nearby school had jumped one of Seongje’s friends outside the gates, everything unraveled fast. By the time you found him, he was already throwing punches. It wasn’t a fight — it was an explosion. Raw, furious, unstoppable. One of the boys lay curled on the concrete, bleeding from the mouth, teeth lose, while Seong-jae slammed the other into a wall, again and again, knuckles cracking with every hit.

“Seongje!” you shouted, running toward him. He didn’t hear you.

“Omg...Stop—please!” You grabbed his arm, your voice trembling but strong. “He understood, but if you continue you could kill him.”

He shoved you back without looking. Not hard — just to get you out of the way. But your foot caught the curb. And you fell. Hard. The third boy gripping you by your wrist, twisting it. You let out a cry of pain. The sound of your body crying for help, in pain, was louder than his fists.

That’s when everything stopped.

His fist hovered mid-air. His head turned. And when he saw you — clutching your wrist, eyes wide in stunned silence — his entire body locked. He let go of the boy he’d been pummeling, who collapsed with a groan. Then Seongje stumbled toward you, color draining from his face. Freeing you from the clutches of the third boy, while hitting him with his fist.

“Y/N…”

You sat up slowly, wincing. Your wrist throbbed, but the physical pain was nothing compared to the look on his face — pure devastation, like he was watching everything he built crumble in real time.

“I didn’t—” His voice cracked. “I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know it was you, I just—”

You looked at him, really looked. Tears in your eyes, caused by through pain inflicted by him. His hands were shaking. Blood was on his knuckles, and you didn’t know whose. His breath came fast and shallow. But his eyes — his eyes were breaking.

“I told you,” you whispered, “you’re more than your anger.” He sank to the ground beside you, knees drawn up, hands buried in his hair like he wanted to tear it out.

“I’m not,” he muttered. “I hurt you. I did hurt you.”

You reached out gently, laying your uninjured hand on his.

“I’m still here,” you said. “That has to mean something, doesn’t it?”

He looked at you like he didn’t deserve to. Like he’d already accepted that you’d walk away. Like they always did. But you, for what ever reason, didn���t. So if you wouldnt walk away, he had to. He didn't want to see you, being hurt by him ever again.

And so time passed. Time when it felt as if all the moments of stares, anger, closeness and acquaintance had never existed. You became strangers.

___ _ _ _

Time passed. Like it always did. Slow, awkward, cruel.

You and Geum Seongje drifted, the way people do, when things go unsaid — not out of hate, but out of history too heavy to carry. After the fight, after your wrist healed, after he stopped meeting your eyes in the hallway... things just broke.

Now, you were strangers again. You started dating someone a few months later — a boy from the year above, pretty handsome, tall and smart. He was kind, on paper. Well-dressed. Smiled when teachers looked. And most importantly, he wasn't complicated. He didn’t throw punches. He didn’t carry the weight of anger behind his eyes.

But Seongje noticed the difference right away. You didn’t light up when you talked about him. Your smile didn’t quite reach your eyes. And when Seongje saw you walking with the guy, hand-in-hand but looking at the ground — he knew.

And then, some afternoon that week, he saw him. Behind the convenience store, Seong-jae caught him — your perfect boyfriend — with his arm wrapped around girl. A girl that wasnt you. The boy was grinning like he hadn’t just lied to you with every kiss.

That was the moment he snapped. No hesitation. No warning. Fist met jaw. Shoulder hit wall. The guy screamed, fought back, but Seong-jae was fire — wild and wordless. His only thoughts were: How dare you. How dare you touch her, lie to her, ruin her happy smile like that.

By the time it ended, Seongje stood panting over the guy’s crumpled body, fists bloodied, eyes burning. He didn’t even run.

He wanted you to know. You did find out. And you were furious.

You showed up at the nurse’s office where they were patching up his busted lip.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” you snapped, your voice shaking — not from fear, but something deeper. “You can’t just fight everyone who looks at you the wrong way, Seongje!” There it was. At such times, you showed a fire equal to his. Anger, disappointment and the urge to fight. It fascinated him how you could be so loving, caring and so spirited at the same time.

He stared up at you, eyes shadowed, like he’d already accepted your rage before you even arrived.

“I saw him,” he said quietly. “Cheating on you...with that dumb blonde from the second year. I couldn’t… I couldn’t let it slide.”

Your anger deflated. You blinked, stunned.“…What?”

He looked away. “He doesn’t deserve you. No one like that does.”

Silence hung heavy between you. And in it, something softened.

“I’m not....yours.... to protect anymore. I never needed that kind of protection...so whats up with this shit of yours??,” you whispered. Not cold. Just… honest.

“I know,” he murmured. “But I still want to.”

After that, things began to shift. Slow. Careful. You started saying hi again in the halls. He started waiting just a little longer near your classroom. One day, he handed you a drink — your favorite, the one you hadn’t told him you still liked. You took it without a word.

One night, you caught him waiting for you outside the library.

“Thought I’d walk you home,” he said. “Old habits die hard.”

You smiled. “Maybe they don’t have to die. and maybe you walk home with me, instead of behind me?”

From then on, it was the little things. Your hand brushing his on the bus, neither of you pulling away. Him walking on the outside of the sidewalk. You fixing the cut on his knuckle or cheek after another scuffle — gently, like touching something sacred. Him pretending not to look at you or care about it. You pretending not to notice.

You waited. Because if there was one thing you learned about Geum Seongje, it’s that he didn’t need someone to rescue him — he needed someone to stay.

___ _ _ _

It started on a late spring afternoon, the sky grey and heavy. You were leaving school when the downpour hit. You didn’t have an umbrella.

Of course, he found you just at the right time (he had probably followed you again) — running, hair soaked, backpack clutched to your chest. He didn’t say anything. Just walked up and stood in the rain beside you.

Soaked. Still. Silent.

You looked at him, laughter bubbling from your chest.

“This is stupid,” you said, smiling. “We’re going to get sick.”

“Probably,” he replied. You shook your head. “Why do you always show up?”

His voice was low, sincere. “Because you make me want to be someone who doesn’t run away.”

Your breath hitched. Rain clung to your lashes, little droplets haning on for their dear life. His hair stuck to his forehead., soaked and wet He looked at you like you were the only solid thing left in a world that never gave him a place to rest. This time his eyes only show the madness of letting you into his life. The madness of believing that a stupid girl couldn't hurt him. But you could. Whenever you weren't there, he couldn't see you. The fear that something would happen to you cut through him like a sharp knife.

You stepped closer. He didn’t move. “You’re not a bad person, Seong-jae,” you said, voice barely louder than the rain. “You’re just scared someone might understand you... believe that even you have good intentions...sometimes.”

“…You believe that?”

“I do,” you said quietly. Unsure if these words wouldn't make him angry. And then, he leaned in — slowly, softly — and you met him there, in the middle of the storm.

The kiss was everything it shouldn’t have been. Wet. Clumsy. Honest. Madness.

His hands gripped the sides of your face like he was terrified you'd disappear. Yours found his chest, feeling the heartbeat under bruises and bandages and broken pasts.

When you pulled away, breathless, you smiled.

He did too. Not wide. Not perfect. But real.

BONUS:

The boxing hall was dimly lit, smelling faintly of sweat, leather, and something weirdly nostalgic. The rain had stopped hours ago, leaving the city hushed outside, the world tucked into sleep. It had been a few weeks now since you two shared that rainy kiss.

Inside, you were wrapping your hands with practiced slowness — or, at least, trying to. You had no idea what you were doing. You had never been in a place like this before and to be honest it scared you a little. On the other hand, you were happy that Seongje took you into his world with him. A sign of his affection towards you.

“You’re doing it backwards,” Seongje muttered, walking up behind you. His fingers brushed yours, fixing the tape with the kind of care that didn’t match his bruised knuckles or the way he usually handled the world. You glanced up at him, teasing. “I didn’t know Mr. Punch-Everything-In-Sight was a hand-wrapping expert.”

He gave you a sharp look, a fire flickering behind his eyes. “If you're gonna fight, you're gonna do it right.”

“Who says I want to fight?,” confusion rose in your voice. Shouldn't this be something like a date? Sure, it had been weird when he asked you to tag along, but when has it ever been normal with him?

His voice dropped. “You're with me now.” That shut you up — not because it was possessive, but because it was protective. His way of saying I won’t always be able to catch them first. The gym was empty but alive with silence. A single bulb flickered above the ring.

“You're not gonna hurt me....,” you asked, better demanded gently, stepping up into the ring.

He hesitated. “I might.”

You smiled, pulling him by the hand. “Then....Then teach me how to hit back.”

He started with stance — guiding your feet, steadying your shoulders. He circled you slowly, correcting posture, nodding when you got it right. But every time his hands touched you — waist, arms, jaw — it lingered just a moment too long.

And you noticed. “Try,” he said, lifting the pads. “Throw one.”

You did. It wasn’t clean. But it had heart.

He smirked. “Again.”

You hit harder. He chuckled lowly, his mad smile starting to appear on his face. “Better. Where’s that fire when you’re doing math equations?”

You dropped your fists and raised a brow. “Well.. its different...wait?You like my fire?”

He stilled — caught off guard for just a second. “...Yeah. A lot.”

Your eyes locked. Then you stepped in — slow, deliberate — sliding your hands up the front of his shirt, fingers curling into the fabric. Dragging him towards you.

His breath hitched. “Y/N…”

You tilted your head. “You gonna stop me?”

“No,” he whispered. “Never.”

And then you kissed him. No hesitation. No buildup this time.

It was all sharp angles and soft mouths, the snap of tension finally breaking. His hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against him, teeth clashing in a kiss that tasted like adrenaline and something long overdue. It was wild and demanding.

You tugged at his shirt. He growled — low and real — before lifting you gently and setting you on the edge of the ring.

The contrast between his rough grip and the reverence in his gaze lit every nerve in your body.

“You sure?” he asked, chest heaving.

You nodded, breathless. “I’ve never been more sure.”

And in that old gym, where ghosts of fights past echoed in the walls, you gave yourself to him — not just your body, but every piece of trust he thought he didn’t deserve. And there you saw it, his version of gentleness.

His lips on your neck. Your hands in his hair. The quietest moans swallowed between kisses. Him trying his best, so his strength never bruised you — it only held you steady. And your softness never made him weak — it grounded him.

For once, Seongje had developed a strong respect for will and strength, other than his. His madness faltering, knowing you could understand his being.

For the moment, he just was mad about you.

I hope you liked this special piece. Love Becca <3

[seonghwaddict]

EYES DON'T LIE — ii. room 323.

synopsis. you've always resented jeong yunho, and you were positive that the end of high school would've marked the end of your rivalry and hatred. yet now you find yourself in the same crappy hotel as him. assigned to be right next to each other much like the good old times. pairing. jeong yunho x fem! reader. genre. mini-series, fluff, slice of life, mature, academic rivals to lovers, non-idol au. chapter warnings. mentions of infidelity, heartbreak, angst, swearing. word count. 1k

chapter i. chapter ii. chapter iii.

after high school, you never once thought about yunho.

that was a lie.

you did for the first few weeks into college but soon enough, you outgrew the childish tendencies and pettiness of teenagers and focused on your own life. you went to a top college and graduated at the top of your year you didn’t have to share the number one spot this time. somewhere in the four years of college, you met min daehyun.

on the surface he seemed like a very average person. but as you got to know him and learned about the inner workings of his personality, you found yourself getting more and more interested in him. and it seemed that he felt the same way because only a few months after you had met, he asked you out.

after graduating, the two of you stuck together and even moved into an apartment together in busan. and then, when both of you found good, stable jobs, he popped the question. he proposed to you under the starry night as the two of you lounged on a picnic blanket on the sandy beach of busan. and you said yes.

because you love him.

you love loved him.

loved.

weeks ago, your fiancé left for a three-week-long business trip in seoul. he’d been working awfully hard for the past months and neither of you had much time to yourself. so you took the opportunity to surprise him.

in the final week that he’d be gone, you booked two tickets to fly to jeju island from seoul, a weekend-long romantic getaway. just the two of you. once the tickets were booked, you packed your stuff and hopped on the next train, excited as you imagined the surprise on his face when you sauntered into his hotel room with your surprise.

and surprised he was.

so much so that his dick immediately slipped out of the woman he had in his bed. of course, as any fiancé does when caught red handed in the act of cheating, he rushed over to you, pulling on his clothes and spewing excuses faster than he could shatter your heart.

“it’s not what it looks like, i swear!” he cried as if you hadn’t just seen him balls deep in a random woman—who was currently glaring at him, though much less intently as you. once your mind caught up to what was happening and processed the utter betrayal, you slapped him across the face and stormed out, riding the painfully slow elevator back down. when you saw the woman in the lobby later, she made sure to apologise profusely and swore on her mother’s life that he said he was single.

you stayed just long enough to assure her that you didn’t blame her at all you weren’t sure if she could understand you through your sobbing and promptly left the hotel. unsure of where to go, unfamiliar with the big city. without many options, you stayed at the nearest hotel you set your eyes on. completely unaware of what you’d find.

it wasn’t anything fancy. quite the opposite, really. the paint on the walls looked like it was chipping off, and the floor creaked with every step you took to get to the front desk. the place smelled odd, though you couldn’t quite name the scent. looking around, you spot some worn down couches next to the elevator on the left, you supposed they were for guests who had to wait for a long time to get to check in or out, and a bar a little ways to the right. it didn’t seem occupied at all, the only people in sight being the bartender and two older men conversing over drinks by the window.

the man at the front desk was nice enough. he asked about the basics—how long were you staying (undecided), how many people (t- one), cash or card (card), become a member to get bar discounts (no, thank- actually, y-yeah, yes please). he made quick work of typing you into the system and arranging a room for you, handing you your room key as his furrowed eyes looked you over. you thanked him quietly and made your way to the elevator.

it took a couple minutes for the elevator to arrive, but you didn’t expect quick service in a place like this. after hitting the button to the third floor a dozen times and standing in silence for another couple minutes, the metal doors finally slid open to the floor you were meant to stay on.

slowly you passed by the doors, rubbing your eyes and squinting when your vision wouldn’t focus through the tears. 318, 319, 320, 321 and then finally your room, 322. it was the second to last door at the very end of the long and narrow hallway, beyond the next room was a window that led to the fire escape, cracked up just a bit to provide ventilation.

it took you several tries to get the key into the key hole, a fact that had you so frustrated you nearly gave up and threw the key out the window, but you succeeded eventually. as you pushed your door open, the door of the neighbouring room opened and your temporary neighbour stepped out.

after a second of consideration, you decided it would only be polite to greet the person, especially since you were standing right next to each other anyway. so you looked up, planning to bid him a good night before disappearing into your room. but as you opened your mouth to speak and he looked up, your breath caught in your throat as you and the stranger the man stared at each other.

because it was none other than jeong fucking yunho standing right outside room 323.

[ lilo's notes . . . ] oh me oh my!! who would've thought they'd end up in the same hotel, right next to each other?! *gasp* this is what i meant with i'm sorry for what i was about to do to yn </3

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[anexthetxc]

Harper expected to open her eyes and see the bland, monochromatic office of her temporary work home. Six months of working in the States on a temporary contract had been a great way to extent her career despite missing Daehyun terribly, but gave him a chance to complete the difficult case he'd taken on without her hovering.

The excitement came rushing back when she opened her eyes to the familiar view of her boyfriend working through his files; her little naps during her lunch break in his office had always been a source of comfort for her. Despite still feeling a little sleepy, she smiled and lazily walked to where he sat at his desk and plopped herself in his lap.

"I missed this," she mumbled as she nuzzled her face in to his neck. "Six months was too long." Not even their hour long face time conversations every night were enough to fill that void inside of her. "Oppa. I'd rather quit my job than leave on another little contract like that again. I can't believe they talked me in to it. I'm happier here with you -- mother and father wondered why I wasn't so perky when I stayed with them, too. You're my family, now."

@dencesin // are we surprised it's Harper (it's been a moment forgive the length)

[entityforged]

"so what if i am enjoying it? is it a crime to think it's hot when you're possessive?" daehyun giggles, before squeaking indignantly as he's poked. then thomas keeps speaking, and his face falls. "they......before they started dating her?? really??" he asks, baffled. both of them know he's clueless when it comes to romantic feelings; it's a wonder he and thomas ever managed to start dating, and he only knew about this friend's feelings when he was told about them. it makes him a little uncomfortable, to be honest. it feels cruel and pointless to pursue him when they're both in relationships.

he brightens, though, as he always does, when thomas kisses him back. "hm, you're right, probably not. but i will tell them to stop." he runs his fingers through thomas' hair, nodding slowly. "yeah, of course, sure you can. and i'll call you to pick me up if they're making things too weird. will that make you feel better, baby?"

 " why    do    i    feel    like    you're    enjoying    all    of    this    too    much ? "    he    teases    ,    fingers    playfully    poking    dae's    side    .    thomas    meets    his    gaze    with    an    ironic    glint    in    his    eyes    and    rolls    them    .    " listen , it's    not    that    i    don't    trust    you    ,    i    do    . "    he    admits    ,    " it's    them    that    i    don't    trust    , dae . "    he    lets    out    a    sigh    ,    his    tone    laced    with    a    touch    of    exasperation    .    " it's    no    secret    to    anyone    that    they    liked    you    before    they    got    a    girlfriend    .    .    .    and    apparently    they    still    do   .   they're    persistent    ,    i'll    give    them    that    . " one    of    his    eyebrows    rises    and    he    smiles    inevitably    .    " when    did    you    get    so    cheesy , hmmm ? "    he    asks    with    a    bit    of    humor    ,    kissing    him    back    as    he    chuckles    .    " sometimes    you're    just    too    kind    .    i    doubt    you'll    do    it    .   — at    least    ,    let    me    take    you    there    and    pick    you    up    later    . "

[nctxlight]

˖ ࣪ . 🌱 ࿐ ♡ ˚ .AHN ISEUL

　　　　ೃ⁀➷ ISEUL is a member of the south-korean fictional unlimited member concept co-ed group NCT under SM ENTERTAINMENT. she made her debut within NCT on march 14th, 2018 with NCT U's YESTODAY during the NCT 2018 EMPATHY era. after this she spent multiple months waiting to debut in an official unit, but she spent most of her time producing for other units and groups. ISEUL made her debut as the first added member to the all female unit NCT XLIGHT in early 2019. she would go on to then debut as a member of Girls on Top in 2022. she was introduced as a SM Rookie on december 16th, 2013 alongside her groupmates Johnny, Ten and Yuta.

˖ ࣪ ˚ .⠀ exploring the story of being disowned, wanting to do more with one's career, found family, mental illness, unhealthy coping mechanisms, fighting the thoughts inside one's head, and invasion of privacy.

　　　　˖ ࣪ ˚ . BASICS

ღ STAGE NAME : 　 iseul⠀ [ 이슬 ] ღ BIRTH NAME : 　 ahn iseul⠀ [ 안이슬 ]

ღ DATE OF BIRTH : 　 september 4th, 1999 ღ ZODIAC SIGN : 　 virgo ღ CHINESE ZODIAC SIGN : 　 rabbit

ღ ETHNICITY : 　 korean ღ NATIONALITY : 　 korean ღ LANGUAGES : 　  korean [ fluent / mother tongue ] .  english [ advanced ] . japanese & mandarin [ conversational ] . thai [ learning ]

ღ HEIGHT : 　 162 cm  |  5’4  ღ BLOOD TYPE : 　 A+

ღ FACE CLAIM : 　 ha sooyoung [ solo / loona ] 

　　　　˖ ࣪ ˚ . PERSONAL LIFE

ღ BIRTHPLACE : 　 seoul, south korea  ღ HOMETOWN : 　seoul, south korea

ღ BIRTH FAMILY : 　ahn seongwon [ father / 76' ] . lee junghwa [ mother / 79' ] . ahn danbi [ younger sister / 02' ] . ahn inhye [ younger sister / 06' ] . ahn daehyun [ younger brother / 09' ]

　　　　˖ ࣪ ˚ . CAREER

ღ COMPANY : 　 sm entertainment  [ 2012 - present ] ღ TRAINING PERIOD : 　 six years [ 2012 – 2018 ] ღ SMROOKIE INTRO : 　 december 23rd, 2013

ღ GROUP : 　 nct  [ 2018 – present ] . girls on top [ 2022 - present ] ღ UNIT : 　 u [ 2018 ] . xlight  [ 2019 ] ღ NCT POSITION : 　 rapper . dancer . vocalist . producer ღ XLIGHT POSITION : 　 main rapper. lead dancer . vocalist ღ REPRESENTATIVE EMOJI : 　 🐼

[psychdeath]

cha wontaek. 3d environment artist @ orbit gaming. penned by ares (21+, s/h, gmt)

hey hi hello. it's me again after shamefully changing muses. like if you wanna plot, y'know the drill.

tw family death

NOBODY TO SOMEBODY

what sort of parents sign up for a kid only to abandon him and sign him over to the state? cha daehyun and lee bitna, a celebrity couple. thought that their relationship could stand the test of time and fandom. what the public didn't know was that they had plans to get pregnant, to start a family.

papers were signed and a baby was on its way. only, once news of their marriage broke, daehyun's rating started to plummet and the cowardice began to show. he promptly ditched and like a contagion, bitna's fear of losing her spot in the limelight became all too consuming. so she signed wontaek over to the state, giving him nothing but his life and a name.

life in the orphanage wasn't too bad, for the most part wontaek's needs were met. he didn't have to ask for much. but the sting of not being wanted even after the trouble of applying for him in the first place did not miss him. and where do all those feelings go?

he was a terror to all of those who knew him, volatile in personality with a short fuse to boot. pain has a way as masking itself as anger and wontaek donned his mask at too young of an age.

he's eight when a man comes to the orphanage to claim him. he introduces himself has his grandfather, the one responsible for his worthless son who had abandoned him.

from orphan to future heir, life really hit wontaek FAST. his grandpa being from a long line of simulation tech investors, wontaek was shuttled from the belt to the the gated districts where he would come to call the sprawling cha estate home.

generational wealth wasn't something he could put words to but the magnitude of change was. he became more confident and less angry, more talkative, made more of a presence in the rooms he walked into. it was almost if wontaek came into himself.

as he grew older he fostered a connection to the arts, painting being his preferred medium. he went to art school and came out the other side as a 3d environment artist (don't you just love nepotism?). he's done a lot of jobs, his resume spanning from designing simulation environments for coach to orbit gaming, working currently on the iron fists games.

he's twenty seven when the news of his grandpa's degenerative illness breaks and although he still has a few years on him, there are talks of the inheritance and who the cha assets should be passed on to. wontaek is his grandfather's likely pick but as of recent daehyun has been rearing his ugly head to claim what should be his. risking revealing to the world a near thirty year old misdemeanour, he has come for the cha inheritance and he won't go down without a fight.

terse conversations before family lawyers become a standard routine these days and daehyun's return to the cha estate has seen wontaek having to confront the ugly trauma of his early childhood.

but right now? he's just trying to make good with what he's got and the very little time he has left with grandpa.

PERSONALITY

leo sun, pisces moon and leo rising.

if you thought he was a cocky bastard, then you’re right. 

has always been here for a good time not a long time but as of late he's been roped into doing a lot of family stuff and Stepping Up To The Plate now that his gramps is sick.

his upbringing and estranged relo with his parents makes him cerebral and prone to moodiness, and rather than causing trouble nowadays he airs out his shit on the canvas.

when he’s in that place he’s selfish (more than usual), callous, and self critical.

otherwise he’s good vibes on a good day. if you can get past the entitlement.

[petrificusx]

— was that lorcan d’eath (yun jae-won) passing through diagon alley? those close to them say they remind them of ink blotches on sleeves and smudges on hands, bin overflowing with crumpled paper and unfinished lyrics, the static on the radio and the faint hum of music from the other room, slender fingers calloused from years of plucking at an unruly instrument, crate after crate of records, mysterious red-brown splotches on a neatly pressed shirt collar, glinting fanged smile illuminated by the moonlight, an otherworldly charm that beckons you with its tantalizing melody, a voice that could break your heart and patch you up all at once, which i suppose seems to fit that ravenclaw alumnus. they’re actually pretty adroit, inquisitive, and cynical for a twenty seven year old, but i wonder if it serves them well when working as an aspiring musician and disc jockey for the wizarding wireless network. rumor has it that the halfblood (¼ vampire) has stayed neutral… for now. i wouldn’t have guessed… but this is a conversation we should be having somewhere else.

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Yun Jae-Won NICKNAME(S): Lorcan d’Eath (stage name), Jae AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 27, c. 1951 GENDER: nonbinary PRONOUNS: he/they HOMETOWN: Godric’s Hollow BLOOD STATUS: Halfblood (1/4 vampire) HOUSE: Ravenclaw ALIGNMENT: Neutral (and intending to stay out of it)

BIOGRAPHY

Triggers: Bullying, Racism

When Bae Eun-Kyung met Yun Daehyun, there was an unmistakable chemistry and instant attraction. Catching eyes across the room of a nearly empty bookstore in a wixen neighborhood of Seoul one late autumn evening, the halfblood witch had no idea what she was getting swept in, only knowing that she would gravitate to that handsome stranger’s smile again and again. A series of dates, all late into the night, and before long she was falling madly in love. But there was a wall between them, something Daehyun kept at bay. After months of seeing each other, feelings growing stronger and a commitment growing, the witch finally had enough. It was an early morning when Eun-Kyung had decided to confront him, appearing at the address he had reluctantly given her a month into their courtship, and after fighting with an elderly landlord, she eventually pushed her way into the basement room that was rented out by her beau. It seemed less of a bachelor’s flat, but in fact more of a mausoleum. Devoid of light and with dust clinging to the air, from what she could make out in the few rays of sunlight that filtered through the two small windows there were gothic candelabras decorating the wall, large stone bookcases filled with odd vintage items and tomes so old the spines were cracked and withered, the titles rubbed away from existence, with cobwebs spanning across corners and furniture covered in mildewy cloth. And then there were the room’s three centerpieces: a tall velvet armchair next to a small ornate end table, the top covered in unlabeled bottles and glasses stained with a thick dark liquid, and a coffin. A sleek black coffin with a small window peering inward showing the peaceful sleeping face of Yun Daehyun. She knew the answer to the question long before the sun set and he awoke to see her sitting calmly in the armchair. And before he had sat up from the coffin and stammered through explanations, she had already made her choice on whether or not to stay by the Half Vampire’s side or not.

Four years later, Yun Jae-Won first opened their eyes to the world.

Vampire persecution was nothing new to the magical world. Even the first half of the 20th century, anything that wasn’t wixen had come with a danger label, and being classified as a living dead didn’t help. Vampires were long living malicious creatures of the night, with large, sharp fangs, bat-like pointed ears, and gaunt sallow features, who hunted the living for the blood that coursed through their veins. That was the typical picture painted of their kind, but Jae was drastically different than the caricature of vampire that the world had created. At first glance, they were a perfectly normal “human” child, and in their early years they were a generally happy one; smiley though a bit shy, deeply curious and incredibly intuitive. Perhaps it was “otherworldly”, how Jae could understand and unravel the secrets of the world around them. Shrewd and attentive, they could read a person’s body language so efficiently and decipher exactly what it was that weighed on them. Their mother often said it was their empathetic nature, but the other children in the wixen town of Godric Hollow had other ideas on the matter. They were a vampire child, after all, a “fanged demon”. The others conjured up stories of mind reading bloodsuckers, advised each other to not look Jae in the eyes for fear of being hypnotized and waking up fatigued and with puncture wounds in your neck. Some of them made it hard enough being one of the only Korean families around, but add in the fact their father — an appraiser of cursed objects and dark artifacts who kept nocturnal hours — was also half vampire and well… Jae grew up no stranger to being “othered”.

Hogwarts had sadly proven no different. In fact, it was a bit harder. Since they were now away from their parents, who loved Jae so unconditionally and tried their best to make things less melancholic for them at home, it became harder to find a community. It wasn’t long before news of their “pedigree” made its rounds in the dining hall, and by the time they were corralled with the other first year Ravenclaws into the common room that first night, they were quickly finding themselves ostracized by their fellow housemates. So Jae started their Hogwarts years in the worst predicament — without friends and anyone to turn to. It pushed them towards their studies, so much so that as a first year they had become a bit of a know it all. While other teens were making friends and spending nights laughing in the common room, or strolling in late to class because they lingered far too long telling jokes and stories in the courtyard, Jae was often alone with their nose buried in a book. They struggled so hard to find a place to fit in, they sent an owl begging their parents to be allowed to come home. Maybe they could go to muggle school instead, suppress the magic and vampiric urges in them and pretend to be “as mundane and normal as they come.” The package they received in response contained no lengthy letters, instead it had a small hard case which Jae had instantly recognized, accompanied by a short note in their father’s slanted print: If you struggle to express yourself, use a new way of speaking. You’ll find likeminded individuals can hear you.

Their father’s old violin was not exactly what they hoped for, but having studied privately with their father through late nights in their childhood, Jae begrudgingly reignited the practice of playing the instrument when alone in their dorm. Before long a housemate had poked his head into the room one night and remarked that Jae was rather good and extended an invite to play music with some of the other students the next evening. They initially didn’t wish to accept the invitation, but understanding what their father’s note meant, they did end up going to the common room the next night to meet with the others, sneaking away to a quiet room to play music all together. It was the first time they had spent hours in the company of peers and didn’t once hear any jabs or jeers at being a vampire, and when they were asked to meet again the next night, Jae didn’t hesitate to accept.

For the rest of that first year, Jae regularly met with the other musicians and played with them, mostly classical pieces for select strings, but the meet ups became less and less about playing music and more about socializing. They talked a lot about music, but likewise discussed classes, relationships, and vented about difficult teachers. Soon the sounds of music were replaced with laughter, with Jae’s melodic laugh being part of it. One of their friends remarked how musical even Jae’s laugh had sounded, and soon enough they were surprising the group with their soulful tenor. “Jae, you ever thought about singing professionally?” They scoffed at the thought, but it was the first seeds of dreams being planted in their head. So much so that when they went home after their first year at Hogwarts, Jae took out the lockbox they kept under their bed, filled with allowance and money earned from small jobs around town over the years, and went to the nearest music store to pick up a guitar and a keyboard.

As their time at Hogwarts progressed, many still kept to their prejudices, but Jae had found their home among eccentric creatives. Their newfound skills on the guitar and piano, as well as early amateur attempts at songwriting, eventually lead to sneaking out with their friends to play open mics at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade. In the music world it hadn’t mattered who or what Yun Jae-Won was (at least at first), they only cared about their talent. And Jae was talented — Their songs could be considered juvenile, but as they grew so did their writing. It wasn’t until advice from a band mate that Jae tap into the hurt and raw emotions of their experience as a halfbreed that the vampire began writing anything of consequence. Of course the song — aptly titled “Sucks To Be Me” — stopped them from playing at Hogsmeade for a time due to abusive patrons, but it was a thrilling experience. And truly the best thing they had ever written. It was that night, on the walk back to the castle, path illuminated by their wands and the moonlight, that Jae had made the decision: they would be pursuing music and someday they’d be the most famous music act on the Wizarding Wireless Network.

Such dreams weren’t so simply achieved. When Jae left Hogwarts, they only managed to keep a couple people in their chronically unnamed band. Their drummer was planning to pursue a quidditch career, and the bass guitarist had always intended to follow his father’s footsteps into becoming a solicitor. During a long summer of auditioning other musicians to fill the empty seats at band practice, they took a job as essentially an errand runner for the Wizarding Wireless Network’s headquarters in Hogsmeade, while living in Diagon Alley with his bandmate,Kieran Ollivander, and secret muse, Perihan Karasu. It took a few years, but inevitably Jae worked their way up into a disc jockey position, with a show that starts at around midnight and goes until sunrise three nights a week. During those hours, Jae gets to play whatever they want — mostly because it’s believed that nobody’s listening during that time so what does it matter? And they do — they play whatever wixen rock music they can find which fits their tastes but sometimes they sneak in a muggle artist or two. In the hours before they report to HQ, or the nights they’re off, Jae is in and out of any dive bar or club they can book a performance in along with their (still unnamed, since they’re constantly workshopping new names) band.

In more recent years they have adopted a stage name, 𝗟𝗢𝗥𝗖𝗔𝗡 𝗱’𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛, which has also served as a bit of an alter ego. After enough times of being outed as a part vampire and shunned for it, the musician has decided to play into it, using their grandfather’s ridiculous and glamorous Victorian clothes and some exaggerated stage makeup for visual effect, with most if not all of their music referencing their experience as a halfbreed, and at least during one show having their band roll them onto stage in a coffin from which they rose with their arms crossed over their chest. It’s unsavory to a particular crowd (much to Jae’s amusement), while others have come to like the pageantry (which Jae finds pleasantly surprising). Jae’s Lorcan persona has been healing, a chance to own up to what they are, find pride in that part of their heritage, and to point the middle finger at all those that have hated and persecuted them and others of their kind for it. They’re still hoping for a break, hoping to leave their midnight radio show and dingy flat in Hogsmeade behind and instead walk past a wireless and hear one of their songs playing on it, hear the radio’s owner humming or singing along to it. But as their mother had always said, all good things come to those that work hard and exercise the patience for their just rewards… And given the political climate, which they are perfectly avoiding confronting or making a stake in (no pun intended), Jae is willing to wait this out as long as needed for the world to settle and become comfortable with a vampire rock star. Something they fear may not happen for several decades at this rate.

MISC

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Demisexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: Demiromantic RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single, and desperately not seeking FAMILY: Yun Daehyun (father, 1/2 vampire), Bae Eun-Kyung (mother, halfblood witch) FACE CLAIM: Justin H. Min HEIGHT: 5’11” OCCUPATION: aspiring musician, disc jockey for wizarding wireless network WAND: 12 1/2” Elm wood, Unicorn Hair core, Slightly Springy flexibility PATRONUS: Northern Cardinal BOGGART: A Coffin Covered in Chains with a heavy lock, the key nowhere in sight — from within he can hear bangs and his own panicked shrieking LANGUAGES: English, Korean PINTEREST: (x) ASTROLOGICAL SIGN: TBD

ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

kieran ollivander - band mate, roomie, as close to a brother as it gets

perihan karasu - tiny dancer

barty crouch jr - wannabe helper

[weedzkiller]

he can't blame daehyun for his disappearances. after all, it's only he left the spotlight that jinsun got to meet him at all. but that doesn't mean he doesn't miss him. for the first time ever he finds himself keeping up with an idol, wanting to know what his friend is up to and if he's okay. and god, jinsun's thrilled to see him again. "you don't suck!" they cry. "i know how busy you've been. oh, let me look at you." without much thought, they run their fingers through his hair, checking for damage. "have they been taking care of you? not too much bleach?"

sometimes, daehyun felt like he truly had a problem with keeping up with people, no matter how much he tried. when he took his second hiatus, he had stopped contacting nearly everyone he was connected to in the industry  —  and, now that he was back, it seemed things had gotten too busy for him to go back to the people he had met during his break. with an apologetic look on his face and a small smile, daehyun waved at the other as he approached.  " i know, i know. it's been awhile and i suck, but i was in the neighborhood and thought i'd come say hi, at least. so… hi there! "

@weedzkiller : starter .

[dxdaehyun]

a taste of something new

@boreumdx

today was a much more special visit though. he wanted to try out boreum's new dish that he'd been hearing about so much. daehyun wasn't particularly fussy about food as long as it had carbs, some kind of protein, and a good balance.

daehyun sat on his usual spot at the diner, his eyes looking around the familiar surroundings. the frequency of his visits had became ingrained in his routines: mornings before his shift, evenings after long, tiresome days. it was the kind of predictability that he needed to have to stay in order. here, he didn't need to hide any of his masks, nothing about his double life. just quietness filled the environment.

pushing the door open, the soft chime above him indicated his arrival. the sounds of small conversations and clinking dishes are what he's grown accustomed to, it was comforting to him as the diner was his favourite place. as he took down his seat, he looked around, waiting for boreum to notice his arrival.

usually, a few words were exchanged as daehyun didn't want to say much but he was never really forced to by boreum. "hey you." he greeted, his voice low but excited. "you mentioned… you cooked today?" his eyes flickered toward the kitchen then back to her; he wasn't one to stare at people or especially, their into their eyes for too long but… something about her, he just felt at ease and a sense of comfort.

[entityforged]

for @notfrsale ( to minsung )

telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them)

daehyun feels so cruelly, irredeemably selfish. it shouldn't be like this. minsung shouldn't be the one comforting him, not when he's got so much of his own shit to deal with. not when dae is so distraught over something so unbelievably stupid. and yet here they are, daehyun curled up against minsung and sniffling pathetically. "i just.....i never make the first move, y'know? and clearly i shouldn't, because..." his shoulders tremble with silent sobs and he hates himself a little for it. "i dunno. i really thought she liked me. at least a little."

and then minsung tells him, in the softest, gentlest voice, that he deserves better; and daehyun wishes (so strongly it makes his chest ache) he'd asked out minsung instead. he would have let him down gently, at least. he wouldn't end a friendship over a stupid crush. but daehyun's not willing to risk it. instead, he wraps his arms around minsung's waist and snuggles closer to him. "thank you," he says softly, his head on the other boy's shoulder. "you're my best friend, y'know? maybe you should find someone for me. so i stop making stupid decisions."

[lgcmanager]

HAPPY FOUR YEARS, LGC SUPERSTARS !

after all of the exhausting practices and schedules, every trainee and debut artist falls asleep…only to be woken up in a world that may be familiar or foreign to some people…

WELCOME BACK, LGC UNIVERSITY STUDENTS!

to commemorate lgc’s fourth anniversary, we are bringing back lgc university! for the muns who were not present during last year’s run of the anniversary event, this is an alternate universe ( au ) storyline in which all of the lgc muses are now students of lgc university! in the first iteration of this, all of the muses had to take several tests ( and even a final exam with DBSD’s daehyun as the proctor ) and pass in order to complete the term.

now in this alternate universe, it’s summertime and some people could associate it with summer camps and all, but in lgc university this is the time when they host their yearly house tournament and prom night! 

and here are the following houses:

YOUNGGONG

REPRESENTATIVE LGC GROUP: TYPE ZERO

HEAD OF HOUSE: CHOI DAEHYUN

RUINA

REPRESENTATIVE LGC GROUP: VERSUS

HEAD OF HOUSE: WU YANG PING ( YP )

EGARIM

REPRESENTATIVE LGC GROUP: AGITO

HEAD OF HOUSE: KIM HYUNBIN

AVERTINE

REPRESENTATIVE LGC GROUP: CRYSTALLIS

HEAD OF HOUSE: NAM SARANG

FLORINTHE

REPRESENTATIVE LGC GROUP: FABULA

HEAD OF HOUSE: KIM YOUNGIM

( note: the names chosen are actually the continents that represent each of the lgc groups [ sans nova ] for the webtoon! a special thank you to all of the muns who participated in that last year, especially the muns behind @lgcxnoeul/@lgcminseo, @lgcxminji/@lgcsena, and @lgcichika/@lgctaiyou/@lgcparker for the names suggested above! )

likewise, TYPE ZERO, V&A, CRYSTALLIS, and FABULA will be in their respective houses and will serve as part of the “student council”.

for the full list of where everyone is placed, you can look over HERE.

STUDENT PROFILES

another aspect that the muses got to select are their majors. this time around, you will be given the option to choose which of the following majors your muse is pursuing currently. for the ones that have participated in last year’s anniversary event, you COULD keep the same major that was selected before OR you can change it to one of the other options.

for the years, there will be some slight adjustments but should be relatively similar to last year’s anniversary event where it will be based on when your muse joined the company ( ic wise ). here is how the years will be divided:

1ST YEAR STUDENTS: any muses who joined lgc entertainment from JANUARY 2022 to JULY 2023

2ND YEAR STUDENTS: any muses who joined lgc entertainment from JULY 2020 to JULY 2021

3RD YEAR STUDENTS: any muses who joined lgc entertainment from JANUARY 2019 to JANUARY 2020

4TH YEAR STUDENTS: any muses who joined lgc entertainment from JANUARY 2015 to JULY 2018

for the majors, here are the following choices:

acting

communication

creative writing

dance

linguistics

music theory

studio arts

for this requirement, just fill out the student profile below and make sure to tag the post as lgc:universityprofiles. this WILL NOT count for activity. you will receive points for completing this, but for this anniversary event the number of points you receive and the distributions will be announced AFTER the anniversary deadline has passed. 

LGCU STUDENT PROFILES

NAME: [ muse name ]

YEAR: [ please refer to lgc u sheet or the info above for this ]

MAJOR: [ choose ONE major only; acting, communication, creative writing, dance, linguistics, music theory, studio arts ]

SUBJECTS RANKING [ pick what your muse’s top five favorite subjects are based on the list below. the list has to be ranked in order, with 1 being the highest. ]

ACTING FUNDAMENTALS

ART OF PROBLEM SOLVING

ASTRONOMY

BEGINNER YOGA

CALCULUS

DANCE HISTORY

DRAWING I

ENGLISH IN SOCIETY

HISTORY OF PHOTOGRAPHY

INTERPERSONAL COMMUNICATIONS

INTRODUCTION TO PROBABILITY

JAPANESE CONVERSATION THROUGH MOVIES

KOREAN LANGUAGE & LITERATURE

MARKETING COMMUNICATIONS PRINCIPLES

MUSIC PRODUCTION

PEOPLES, CULTURES, ENVIRONMENTS

PERFORMING ARTS

PHOTOGRAPHY I

SCULPTURE FUNDAMENTALS

WRITING FOR MASS MEDIA

3 RANDOM FACTS: [ list 3 random facts relevant to the lgc university verse. this can range from how you think the muse got accepted to the university, favorite classes, interesting moments in any of the classes mentioned above, etc. basically have fun writing the facts because it’s an au! ]

please submit the following form on the points blog before OCTOBER 7, 2023 11:59PM EDT.

NAME: MUSE NAME SUBJECT: LGC UNIVERSITY (STUDENT PROFILES) - PROFILE: [ LINK ]

[weedzkiller]

"That sounds like something I would have made up when I was like, four and had no idea how cooking worked," Daehyun laughed, resting his chin on Min's shoulder to read the horrors as well. He was still definitely not the best at cooking, always grateful to Minsung for taking over that responsibility, but he's still smart enough to know that everything the other was reading was gross. "Is that what it was? Kids making up recipes and their parents just......going with it? Or was everyone back then just insane?"

: ̗̀➛ @weedzkiller liked for a lil winter/holiday thing ❄️ | 2/2

"Something about this recipe... It just doesn't feel right to me? Do you know what I mean?" Minsung fell down a rabbit hole. A very deep one. And that was the rabbit hole the horrifying vintage holiday recipes. "Like, what do you mean, and I quote, '...serve cranberry "candles" as your salad'. What kind of maniac thought cranberry sauce, gelatin, mayo and an open flame together would be a good match, imagine someone accidentally knocked those over. The vegetable and tuna gelatin recipe is gonna haunt me in my nightmares." At the same time... He kind of wanted to try them, see if they're as bad as they sound or if they're surprisingly good recipes... No, he felt like he was gonna puke just reading the recipes.