#jonghyun is having a good rest

[wantbytaemin]

i really can’t explain this feeling.. hearing jjong’s voice is one thing (a very precious one i don’t take for granted) but to hear him be so readily and frequently directly and explicitly mentioned and talked about—to the point where it made headlines at first and then it just started being normal—is completely another. having their 17th anniversary show begin with a song by him that they completed for him and end with a song for him, singing how they hope their voices reach him, and key explaining this through teary eyes, leaving no room for speculation. even having the rest of shinee joke around and complain about his poet artist guide all the while it’s all actually just thinly (if at all) veiled praise and admiration.. having taemin compare his voice to an instrument and (after recording a song written almost a decade ago that they changed so minimally it’s almost imperceptible and yet it still sounds so fresh and current) say almost casually how good jonghyun is and how he could’ve written so many great songs with some of the people taemin’s worked with.. even just having ㅎㅅㅎ’s official return in the merch. it’s indescribable

[seungkw1]

white t-shirt — csc

💿🎧 white t-shirt - jonghyun 🎶🤍

♡ pairing: bf!seungcheol x afab!reader ♡ theme: smut [18+ mdni], pwp ♡ wc: 2.3k ♡ warnings: dom!cheol, sub!reader, size kink, oral (f. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex (stay safe y’all), nipple play, creampie, dacryphilia, sexting, brief wrist pinning (f. receiving), gendered petnames (good girl, babygirl) ♡ a/n: i went insane no fewer than 15 times while writing this. hope u enjoy <3

1:32am

You didn't mean to rile up your boyfriend when you sent him that picture. 

It was late at night. You should've been asleep already, but the bed felt empty without him. Seungcheol had only been gone for a few days, off on a trip with the boys, but you missed him. Normally, you spend your nights trying to escape from his immense body heat - an impossible task, as he insists on clinging onto you, wrapping his strong arms around you, holding you tight against him as he drifts off to sleep. But you're having a hard time sleeping without his touch. 

It's only one more night, you remind yourself. He'll be back tomorrow. But it isn't helping. 

So in his absence, you do the next best thing you can: put on one of his t-shirts. 

The shirt is thin, a simple plain white tee, buttery soft, and most importantly - it feels like him. You plop back into bed, cozying up under the sheets, ready to sleep. However, his scent against your skin is arousing, and you find yourself longing for him even more. Your hand leisurely slips downward, resting between your inner thighs. The coolness of your skin contrasts with the heat radiating from between your legs. You try to resist, but your fingertips drift toward your core. They arrive at the delicate fabric of your underwear, just barely grazing over your clothed slit. You inhale sharply - you knew you were wet, but the sticky spot that has formed reveals just how fucking much you need him right now. Your middle finger ever so slightly presses against your clit, your other hand moving to your breasts, lightly pinching your hardening nipples through your borrowed shirt. You let out a quiet whimper. As turned on as you are, you'd love to get yourself off, but you don't want to do it yourself. You want Seungcheol here, touching you, worshiping your body with his fingers, his mouth, his tongue. You feel your cunt throb at the mere thought of him. 

You sigh. Rolling over, you reach to grab your phone. You didn't want to bother him too much while he was with his friends, but your neediness is winning right now. 

You open up your messages. You click the top thread, labeled “Cheollie ❤️”, and open up the selfie camera. It's dark, but the moonlight seeping through the curtains illuminates you just enough. You position the phone above you, placing your body in full view. Your nipples poke through the thin, sheer fabric, showing off your tits nicely. You lift the shirt up slightly, revealing your tummy, but also displaying the visible wet spot spreading on your panties. Perfect. 

The screen flashes as you hit the shutter button. You type out a quick message.

missing you babe 😘

You hit send. You don't even know if he's even awake at this point, but almost immediately the typing bubble pops up. He types for a good minute, then the typing stops. But no message. You wait, staring at the screen, another minute passing before he starts typing again. Finally, a response. 

you can't just send me a picture like that out of nowhere. look what you've done.

His message is followed by a slightly blurry photo: him, in the bathroom mirror, pants hastily unbuttoned and boxers shoved aside, his thick cock fully erect. 

Another message follows. 

we were in the middle of a game. i had to run off and hide because of you. 

You grin, pleased with yourself. You wanted to tease your boyfriend, make him excited to come home to you. Instead, you've made him incredibly horny - and you want to see just how far you can push him. 

i take it you like the pic then? ;)

brat. i saw how wet you are. you need me that bad babygirl? so desperate for my cock that you can't even wait til i'm home tomorrow?

i need you babe, i wanna cum so bad 

don’t you dare, love. wait for me. 

i’ll be waiting ❤️

good. no touching yourself. only i’m allowed to make you cum.

You say goodnight, then and roll over - but you're certainly not sleepy now. Your mind wanders, thinking of your boyfriend, fantasizing about how good he's going to fuck you tomorrow. 

You pull up your phone one last time to check the time, calculating the hours until he’ll be back - far too many. 

It's going to be a long night. 

—

3:34pm

Your eyes are glued to the little gray circle with a C on it as it gets closer and closer to your apartment on the map. Cheol is almost home. 

Thank fuck. If you have to wait any longer, you’re simply going to explode. 

You reread the text he sent you earlier in the day:

omw home baby, i'll be there in a couple hours. wait in bed for me, wear the same thing as last night.

So here you are, laying on the bed, in nothing but his t-shirt and your underwear, which you can already feel getting wet again. You've been obedient, ignoring every urge in your body to touch yourself - but that's only made you even hornier. 

Finally, you hear the jingle of keys as the front door unlocks. You hear your boyfriend enter, taking off his shoes and setting down his things. Then - footsteps, growing louder as he approaches the bedroom. He slowly pushes the slightly-ajar door, standing in the doorway and taking in the sight of you, nearly naked, waiting for him in bed - just like he told you to. He gazes down at you, practically licking his lips, his eyes brimming with desire. You give him your best doe eyes as he saunters toward the bed. 

“Such a good girl for me, doing exactly as I told you,” he praises as he takes your face in one hand, rubbing your cheek gently. You say nothing, but tug at his arms, trying to pull him onto the bed - but he resists, standing tall as he stares lustfully into your eyes.  

“Oh, but you're still in trouble for what you did to me last night.”

You bite your lip as you grin, beaming at how much you managed to provoke him with only a single suggestive photo. Before he can stop you, you slip your hand onto the thick bulge in his sweatpants. He groans as you stroke his cock through his clothes; he lets you do so a few more times, savoring the sensation, before grabbing you by the wrist - pinning you to the bed as he climbs on top of you. He interlaces his fingers with yours as he holds you down, locking lips with you as he kisses you with aching necessity. His soft, plush lips tug at yours as he places his weight on you, pressing his hardened cock into your core. You cry out as his erection rubs gently against your clit, giving you the stimulation you've been craving. 

“Cheol,” you moan under your breath. “Missed you so much.”

He kisses your neck, humming in your ear. “I know, baby.”

His lips trail down your neck, sucking tenderly at your skin, until he reaches your breasts. He takes one in each hand, squeezing them as his thumbs repeatedly brush against your perked nipples. He positions his mouth right above one of them - you feel the warmth of his breath before he latches on, sucking gently on the bud through the thin t-shirt. You moan softly as his tongue creates a wet spot upon the fabric, making your nipple even more visible. He rubs the first nipple again as his mouth moves to your other boob, sucking more intensely as you begin to wriggle underneath him. He takes his time, going back and forth between each bud. 

“Cheollie,” you whine, “gonna cum already if you keep doing that.”

His mouth pops as he unlatches, glancing up at you amorously and giving you a sly grin. You are putty in his hands at the slightest touch - and it turns him on so badly. 

He tugs at the shirt - you lift your body off the bed, allowing him to pull it off of you. Throwing it aside hastily, he returns to your now-bare tits, kissing and licking them some more before his lips continue down your body, planting deep kisses on your stomach. He arrives at your cunt, situating himself comfortably between your legs, ready to devour you. His tongue licks a fat stripe over the growing wet spot on your underwear, the lightest of touch causing your back to arch slightly. He sucks on your clit through the fabric a few times before he grabs your underwear, pulling them off of you hastily, your soaked cunt now exposed and ready for him to eat.

He wraps his arms around your thighs as his tongue meets your pussy, licking up and down your folds. You whimper as he swirls around your clit, kissing and softly sucking on the sensitive bud. He slips his tongue into your cunt, pushing its way into your hole - his nose pressing deliciously against your clit as he tastes all of you, the vibrations from his moans making you see stars. You place your hand on his head, running your fingers through his hair as he goes down on you, your grasp growing stronger the more intensely his tongue works against your cunt. As you pull his hair he begins to grind into the mattress, needing relief from how painfully hard he’s become. He worships your pussy, eating you out as if it was his last meal on earth, savoring every drop of your juices as you writhe under him, overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your entire body. 

“Cheollie, ‘m gonna cum.”

He removes his face from your cunt, taunting you with his lips hovering just above your clit. You lift your hips, trying to put your pussy back in his mouth, but instead he slips two fingers into you. You cry out as he curls his fingertips upward, reaching your g-spot with ease. He keeps pressing the sweet spot as he slides in and out of you, his thick fingers stretching you out as he fucks you.

Not as much as his cock is going to stretch you out, your subconscious reminds you. 

“Please,” you whine, looking down at him, “need your mouth on me.”

He glances up at you, his big brown eyes meeting yours, drunk with lust. 

“Beg for it.”

“Please baby.”

“Please what?”

“Please make me cum.”

He smirks at the sight of you, tears welling in your eyes as you plead desperately for his touch. 

“My baby’s so pretty like this,” he coos, his bottom lip brushing lightly against your pulsating bud. 

You yelp as he dives back into you, his mouth latching onto your clit as his hand increases its pace, his other hand pressing against your tummy. Any remaining thoughts in your head vanish - your mind overtaken by pleasure, overtaken by him. You scream his name out as the white-hot sensation in your stomach builds, your body starting to tremble as your orgasm takes over. Seungcheol continues sucking your throbbing bud as you cum on his fingers, shaking from the powerful rush of dopamine exploding through your body. You’ve never cum this fucking hard in your life. 

You haven’t even caught your breath by the time he crawls up on top of you, his cock lined up with your entrance. You moan as he slides the head inside, your drenched walls stretching around his size. He slowly begins to thrust into you, filling you up, your pussy taking his entire length with each stroke. His body presses against yours as he buries his head into your neck, his cock pumping into you, fucking you deeper with each stroke. He groans as you tighten around him, his voice low and gravelly in your ear as his orgasm draws nearer.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growls, “pussy so perfect for me, fuuuck…”

Tears stream down the side of your face as you take his cock. Your nails dig into his back as you cling to him - sending him over the edge.

“Please,” you beg, “cum inside me."

“Oh god,” he moans, his body beginning to tremble as he bucks his hips into you. “I’m cumming baby…”

His cock throbs in your cunt as he releases. You whimper as he fills your pussy up, his hot ropes shooting up into you. He slows his pace, coming to a stop as he comes down, his still-twitching cock resting inside you. His lips tenderly suck at the delicate skin on your neck as you wrap your arms around his broad torso, squeezing his body into yours as tightly as you can. Eventually, he lifts his head, his face meeting yours with a kiss on the lips. He gazes at you, enamored. You lay there, breathing deeply together as you recover from your highs.

Seungcheol strokes your hair softly. “God I missed you.”

“Don't leave me ever again,” you pout playfully. 

“I can’t,” he replies, shaking his head. “Not if you’re gonna send me pictures like that. I nearly came in my pants.”

You grin lazily at him, head still spinning from your orgasm. “I’m taking that as a compliment.”

Cheol kisses you again, cradling your face in his hand. He grabs onto you as he rolls over, pulling you on top of him. You feel his cum dripping out of you, spilling onto his still-erect cock. He grabs you by the hips, pulling you toward his face. 

“C’mere,” he instructs, licking his lips at the sight of you about to straddle his face. “I'm not done with you yet.”

—

[crybabysunflower]

Neil gets to fulfill his dreams of becoming an actor but the entertainment industry can be very ruthless and exploitative, especially towards someone like him who does not have any connections which would had help him boost his career. I imagine him going to an audition for a role of the lead character he really wanted and his performance was spectacular. The judges even gave him a standing ovation, it was that good. And he was so sure he would get that role. However the role went to a comparitively mediocore actor, and Neil himself was assigned to play as a minor character with a very little screentime.

He goes back to his apartment which he shares with Todd. It was raining outside, like usual he had forgotten to pack an umbrella in his bag but he could care less about it. He was way too occupied thinking about the rejection he faced. Rain would also help him to hide how much he sobbed after the audition, to make Todd worry less about him. Neil always had this tendency to hide his feelings when he gets upset but he is too awful at hiding. He laughs when he vents his feelings out but his teary eyes reveals everything.

Todd was appalled when he opened the door. Neil looked miserable, rainwater dripping down his hair, his clothes, creating a small puddle where he stood, his shoulders were slouched. Yet he smiled, after all Todd's presence was the only thing which could give him solace. Before Todd could say anything Neil walks forward and rests his head against the latter, dampening Todd's dark blue jumper. Todd was about to speak but stopped himself as he felt Neil breaking into a sob, feeling his shoulders rise and fall.

"I was good, I was really good"

he says while crying on Todd's shoulder. Todd's arms instinctually rise and embraces Neil, not giving a care about his own clothes getting wet.

(This is inspired by the song End of The Day by SHINee's Jonghyun)

[darl-ingfics]

can I mix prompts? if yes, then prompt 1 and 2 from the sickfic caretaker prompts with key as the sickie and the rest of shinee as caretakers (mainly minho bc I absolutely adore their friendship)!!

if not, then prompt 2 with sickie!key and caretaker!shinee <3

You know I am ALWAYS down for a Shinee prompt!!!! Minho is very involved, but he's really not doing any of the caretaking... he's really just being a pain in the ass.

1 "That's quite a cold you have." AND 2 "You never sneeze this much. Are you sure you're feeling okay?

Kibum was prepared for the looks Jinki and Jonghyun trained on him the second he walked into the kitchen. The dorm wasn’t that big, he was the last one ready, and he’d just had an anything-but-quiet sneezing fit while getting dressed. So yeah, he knew the suspicious, worried gazes he was in for. But that didn’t mean he had to be happy about it. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he snapped. 

“Kibum…” That was Jinki’s leader voice. “Be honest. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Absolutely excellent.”

Jinki did not look convinced. “You’re wearing your comfort hoodie.” 

Kibum shrugged. “It’s cold outside and I wanted to be snuggly.”

“But it’s an inside hoodie. You never wear inside clothes to dance practice.” Damn Jinki for being so observant and using Kibum’s own logic against him. As he opened his mouth to snap back, he jerked to the side, catching a harsh, “iiit-chou,” in his sleeve. 

“Ki, come on. You never sneeze this much. Are you sure you're feeling okay?” Jonghyun asked, voice so matter of fact. Damn it again, these two really had preplanned a strategy against him, huh?

Kibum shook his head. “I’m fine enough for dance practice.” Jinki and Jonghyun exchanged a glance. “Stop acting like I’m not here.” 

Jinki pushed out of his chair, pressing a hand to Kibum’s cheek before he could pull away. “No fever, so I can’t stop you. But I need you to tell me if you start feeling worse, yeah?”

Kibum rolled his eyes. “Whatever, Dad.”

And if Jinki and Jonghyun thought they’d seen the worst of sick Kibum’s temper, they had no idea what was waiting for them at the company building. The trio arrived at the dance studio a little while later, where Minho and Taemin were already working on the choreography. As soon as his eyes landed on Kibum, Minho’s jaw dropped to the floor and his eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. 

“If you say one fucking word to me…” Kibum growled in a tone of voice that would have scared any sensible person into submission. 

Choi Minho was not a sensible person. “You’re KIDDING!” The rapper laughed, hands smacking against his knees and just barely holding him up as he fell into hysterics. Kibum glared at him while the other three shared increasingly confused glances. 

“Not one fucking word…” 

“Whaaat?” Taemin asked, looking back and forth between the two of them as Kibum broke off coughing and Minho giggled. 

“That's quite a cold you have, my friend,” Minho said with syrupy sweetness. Kibum’s scowl was lethal.

Kibum shook his head. “I hate you.”

“Oh, come on, Ki. You have to turn that frown upside down. Negative thoughts feed a cold.”

“Wait, really?” Taemin asked. 

“No, Taem, he’s just being an ass.”

“What’re we missing here?” Jinki asked. 

“This dumbass spent all day, all day yesterday during our content shoot outside nagging me about not being properly dressed for the weather, and how I was ‘opening myself up to illness’ because I wasn’t wearing a coat, and ‘your throat’s exposed cause you didn’t bring your scarf,’ and ‘you’re gonna get sick cause you’re not wearing a hat,’ and ‘I’m so superior to you in every way because I am mindful of the weather. And now! NOW! WHO’S sick now, buddy?!” Kibum just shook his head, seething as he moved to get ready for practice, choosing to ignore Minho instead of engaging further. “Guess my immune system really is just that good.” 

“Minho, you’re lucky Kibum’s such a germaphobe, or you’d have to watch your back like a hawk the next few days. He could very quickly turn this around on you.” Jonghyun said, bringing a swift end to Minho’s laughter. Jinki gave the vocalist a look mixed with surprise and pride at such a clever response. 

[cherry-zip]

── °. • Tumblr Wrapped 2024 ~ *.

› thank you to @miniseokminnies for tagging me!

it has been quite the journey since i started this blog in september, but i'm very glad i started.

happy new years to everyone .ᐟ

2024 fic stats

› number of fics posted: 6 › number of fics in progress: 7 › total words published: 9,990 › total words about choi seungcheol: yes, all of the above

most popular of 2024

aisles of affection

notes: 1230 date posted: 18/10/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

2. stolen sweater

notes: 1017 date posted: 08/10/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

3. starlit rest

notes: 926 date posted: 30/11/2024 parining: choi seungcheol x reader

longest fic of 2024

kindergarten crush

word count: 3,394 date posted: 23/12/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader

my favorite fic i wrote in 2024

candid memories

word count: 1,828 date posted: 18/11/2024 pairing: choi seungcheol x reader why it's my favorite: it's one of my favourite and also the one that has the least notes which makes me sad every time i see it, it deserves more love. it's also one of the fist fic i wrote that i actually liked straight away without having the need to re-write it 5times. it's simple, it's cute and it's about love.

my favorite fics i read in 2024

there are way to many good fics out there! as i pretty much only like the fics i read, i can tell you i read over 380 of them since i joined tumblr - i love long fics and series so here's a few of the one i liked

⌁ The Great War by @amourcheol ⌁ Sapiosexual ⌁ Dark Protector by @smileysuh ⌁ push it down (sooner or later it all comes out) series by @dontflailmenow ⌁ boxer! series by @cheolaholic ⌁pretty please series by @hongcherry

special mentioned to the svt hub for keeping me up until 5am to read

⌁ the gambit by @miniseokminnies ⌁ full throttle series by @diamonddaze01 ⌁ Heartbreaker Series by @hannieween

and to many many more i loved

top songs of 2024 (as told by apple music wrapped)

delusion:all - one ok rock

i hate fruits - nct dream

sexy in the air - taemin

deja vu - taemin

girls never die - triples

y si fuera ella - shinee (jonghyun)

yume yume - one ok rock

mad city - nct 127

drama - aespa

high five - wayv

goals for 2025

taemin concert

write more

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get started on slowly writing smut

enjoy the journey

tags

everyone tagged above (no pressure)

@tusswrites @kyeomofhearts @wooahaeproductions @cherrybr4t @wooyoungqueen @haologram .ᐟ

if you're still reading: thank you so much for all the support this part months. it has been incredible and it's just only getting started!

loves and cherries,

‧₊ ᵎᵎ "CHERRY.zip"🍒 ⋅ ˚✮

[katrinawritesthings]

jonghyun/taemin; amogus; pg

Twitch au. remember twitch au??? love twitch au. twitch au but they're playing Among Us with the bros

as he approaches, he hears Taemin talking inside: "no, i told you. i'm Jonghyun. this is how i've always sounded. it's like you don't even know me."

jonghyun has to pee so bad it's unreal. he squirms in his chair, hand clenched so tight on his mouse that the plastic is creaking, and begs whoever the imposter is in this game of among us to find him and chop him in half. or to find someone else. or for a good guy to find them and murder them. anything to end this game and let him take a pee break. he cannot believe this is one of the only times he ever gets to the final couple of people left in a game and it's the one time he's about to explode with piss. he doesn't know why he's held it in for so long. he's not even streaming. he's just playing for fun.

and then, finally, relief: somewhere else on the map a murder happens and his screen fades to black and then fades back in on the defeat screen. he doesn't even care as everyone's voices flood back into his earbuds at once to talk about the round. he rockets out of his chair, scuttling to the door of his office and--

and crashing right into taemin holding a bowl of chips and a water bottle. "i brought you--wuh,” he says, stumbling backwards, eyes going wide. jonghyun barely stops to help steady him, holding on to his arms as he shimmies past him into the hallway.

“thank you i love you,” he says. he starts undoing his pants as he practically sprints to the bathroom. "i'll be right back i love you." halfway down the hallway he calls over his shoulder, “play the next round for me!"

“wuh--amogus? you know i don't know how all of the mods and shit work.” 

"you'll figure it out with your sexy gamer brain," jonghyun says, and slams the bathroom door behind him. 

a minute later, he's experienced the bliss of piss and is happily washing his hands. he feels better than he has all week. sometimes it's the little things. he takes his time now that the crisis is over, smiling at himself in the mirror. he fixes his hair, checks his skin, pouts at the acne that's been lingering on his jawline for the past week, winks at himself a few times, and finally heads back to the office.

as he approaches, he hears taemin talking inside: "no, i told you. i'm jonghyun. this is how i've always sounded. it's like you don't even know me."

gosh. jonghyun shakes his head, chuckling to himself. he said play the next round for me, not gaslight my friends. though, he guesses, with among us those two are kind of interchangeable. he walks into the room to find taemin in a meeting with the rest of the lobby minus two murdered beans. the special role next to his name on the screen says jester and jonghyun can barely contain a snort. how apt. if he gets voted out he wins.

"i'm not taemin," taemin insists. he glances at jonghyun, then adds with a smirk, "but if you want to talk about him then i'm down. i think he's soooooo handsome and charming and sexy and pretty and funny and cool. i'm obsessed with him." 

rolling his eyes, jonghyun plucks one earbud from taemin and wiggles it into his own ear in time to hear all of his friends grumbling and minho snorting, "maybe he actually is jonghyun.”

"see, i told you," taemin grins. quickly he takes a hand off of the keyboard to put it over jonghyun's mouth before jonghyun can scoff, indignant.

"whatever," kibum snaps, "we’re wasting time. why were you just standing on those bodies?"

“oh, i don't know," taemin says. "i walked over to comms to fix them and one was already there and then when i finished fixing comms there was another one."

"how come you didn't report it? comms have been fixed for a while," jinki asks.

"too busy teabagging," taemin says. 

“why the fuck were you--? god, there's 10 seconds left. vote, everybody vote--”

“for who?” taemin asks, raising his voice to interrupt anyone else trying to announce who they're going to vote for. the next 10 seconds are a panicked explosion of confused, unsure voices, and the results wind up with seven skips, two votes on taemin, and three more people that just didn't vote.

no one was ejected, the game tells them, and taemin smothers his laughter into his hand as everyone else complains or laughs about that mess of a meeting. jonghyun does the same, smooching his taemin's cute little head. he stands behind the chair and wraps his arms around taemin's shoulders. he'll let taemin finish this game. the next round starts and taemin runs his little pink bean down into the little library corner with the vent in admin room. a green bean, kibum, follows him, grumbling, "taem, hold on.”

 "i told you, i'm jonghyun," taemin says.

“fuck you,” kibum snaps, and then asks, "you deadass didn't see who killed either of them?"

“and why were you fucking teabagging them?” minho joins them, his little maroon bean standing a safe distance away. 

“thought it would be funny," taemin shrugs.

“ooh, we having book club down here?"  jinki emerges from decontamination and rounds the corner to find them all huddled together. his peach colored bean passes minho and comes to stand with kibum and taemin. "what did we think about this week's book? i loved the part when they were on the ocean.”

“it was okay," taemin says, jumping onto jinki's joke instantly. "not enough--” for just a split second, he gasps, and then continues with what he was saying. "not enough, um, horror for me. like.” he turns to jonghyun and as he continues his fake book review, he gives him a pointed look and wiggles his mouse cursor very aggressively on the vent button in the corner of the screen.

grinning, nodding, jonghyun leans down to murmur into his ear where the microphone won't pick it up. "you can jump in and out of any vent but you can't teleport around the map,” he says. "it's so you can look suspicious." taemin gasps again, quiet, his eyes lighting up with excitement. 

"i liked how the worldbuilding was constant but not in a distracting way--”

“hey, check this out." taemin interrupts whatever kibum was saying. he takes two steps towards the vent. 

then kibum dies. his little bean breaks in half, falling to the floor at jinki and taemin's feet. 

the three remaining players stand there in stunned silence, staring at the dead body. "holy shit," taemin says.

minho reports it. 

“taemin literally just murdered him in front of us!"

“who the hell is taemin?”

“taemin is my boyfriend.”

“shut up, do not let him distract us with that again. he literally said, ‘hey check this out,’ and then killed kibum. get his ass out of here.”

“i did not! you're just making shit up.”

"no, that is pretty much what happened.”

half a minute of arguing later, taemin gets thrown into the lava. the screen fades to black and then fades back into a screen announcing jester wins. the calm, comfortable chatter of the lobby explodes into furious groaning. taemin doesn't even say anything; he radiates silent smugness as he turns to jonghyun and gives him a v-sign for victory. 

jonghyun smooches his weird little fingers and then his soft mouth, proud as can be. his first ever game of modded among us and he won spectacularly. he accepts the other earbud and the booty touch taemin gives him as he gets out of the chair. sitting down, waving goodbye to his favorite, he pops a chip into his mouth and readjusts the microphone so he can talk into it. "i told you it wasn't me."

“fuck off," minho grumbles. according to the end screen, he was actually an imposter along with jinki, so now he's extra grumpy that their brilliant plan to frame taemin backfired. "where did you even go?" he asks.

"what do you mean?" jonghyun asks innocently. "i never left."

[blxckhwa]

hey guys, since people were still liking my old post i made about this discord server, i decided to make a repost with a brand new link. (i am not currently running this server, it’s my friend but he’ll be welcoming anyone that chooses to enter!)

it’s a safe space for shawols, especially blingers. i made it due to the fact i had bad experiences going to kpop servers as a jonghyun stan. making my own server gives me a sense of comfort and belonging, as i know how it feels to be disrespected constantly. (so trust me when i say you’re safe here)

please enter! i’ve worked so hard just for shawols, because i want people to have a good time while in the server. there’s so much you could do, which is so funny. i have 10s of channels available, hopefully you’d be interested!

[xeverashifts]

ive never really introduced yall to my skz dr cause all I’ve done is complain about not being there yet so my apologies 😭

||*. name; Xevera ( Sarai ) Martin

||*. name meaning; loved and cherished

||*.pronunciation: zuh-ver-ruh

||*. nickname(s); Ver,Vera, Verie, Vivi, V and Z

||*. stage name; Xevera

||*. birthday; March 19th 2000

||*. age; 20

||*. racha ; Paboracha & Danceracha

||*. current year ; 2021

Backstory:

Soulaa, Upria is where I was raised but Brooklyn NY was where I was born to my wealthy mother Julia Anya Martin and to my rich father James Sean Martin. While living Soulaa, Upria it taught me so many things about my culture that has shaped me into the person I am culturally at a very young age. I was very spoiled, it came with being the youngest out of my two sisters Yasmine and Sapphire. It was the best thing ever because I got literally everything I wanted until my younger sister Xyla and brother Tymir was born. My love for kpop came in very young because my mom loved T-ARA and Girls Generation so the obsession was bound to come. But what really inspired me was the day I watched the “y si fuera ella” cover by jonghyun and I never looked back. I did Volleyball, Majorette and Gymnastics until I was about 14 years old so I have a lot of trophies so I had a lot of dance practice ever since i was little and it’s where i get my flexibility. Singing and Dancing was something I always had a passion for and was always very good at it but I have stage fright and when I get nervous I mess up. I got into my training facility when I was 16 so when my celebration was over we took a flight straight to South Korea. On the flight there my dad was teaching me some Korean so I can get familiar with the language then he said he would get the best Korean tutor that money can by and also enrolled me into school which is where I met Hyunjin, I.N and Eric for the first time. I still wasn’t 100% confident in using Korean so while I was a trainee I didn’t really talk to people because I didn’t really understand them and I couldn’t really speak it fluently. Three years later on November 12 2018 day I was chilling eating my food and watching YouTube with Hyunjin at his house and I had got a call from JYP Entertainment that Me and Hyunjin were chosen by Chan to be apart of his new group which we both accepted and went into filming the survival show a month later and met the rest of the members.

[mobiused]

as much as i agree with your analysis and the fact that ctdenm seems to be treating the girls better, a part of me can’t help but worry that similar things are happening behind the scenes, much like how bbc seemed to be a relatively healthy and positive working environment early on

The myth that bbc was healthy and positive early on simply isn't true, sadly. Even recently, Vivi talked on the radio show she did about predebut stories, about how she learnt Korean quickly by arguing with staff so she could eat what she wanted amongst fighting for her other rights - and this would've been back in late 2015 early 2016. When trainee line (Basically oec, 1/3 and yeojin) were in the company before joining loona officially, that was when they were on the infamous 1 apple 1 egg a day diet. Even though yyxy were the most open about their mistreatment, that it was the worst during love4eva filming, and bad during hi high era and butterfly era, it was still bad before yyxy girls joined - the other girls are just far less open about it. This might be because the yyxy girls had such a short trainee period and therefore weren't as adjusted/indoctrinated into the trainee lifestyle to accept strict dieting and verbal abuse, or it might be because it's simply not in their temperament to talk about these issues, or whatever reasons they might have to want to share less in comparison to the yyxy girls, though yeojin and vivi have been opening up more about the past. I'm curious, did you have a specific time period where you thought BBC was a healthy working environment for the girls in mind?

If youre thinking about old loona TVs, BBC has always had staff that were very kind to the girls, that the girls loved and treated them well. The current CTD CEO, Yoon Doyeon is an example, as well as Lee Jonghyun, their old Project Manager and current Superbell CEO. At the same time they had to endure verbal abuse from certain other staff (this doesn't mean Jaden, there were other staff who were horrible or even worse than him), strict dieting and torturous schedules amongst other mistreatment that went beyond ordinary idol strictness. The loona TVs always made a deceptive effort to show the girls eating well early on, laughing and having fun etc, but we know it's a complete misrepresentation compared to what was happening behind the scenes.

When we have the girls transparently telling us via Fromm and Fab that CTD do not control or care what they eat, that they are 100% deciding for themselves, that exercise is up to them, that CTD's CEO paid for almost everything in Hyunjin's new apartment including a super expensive humidifier just because she asked for one, that CTD involved them in the album despite how quickly the album needed to be turned out because CEO cares about their creative input, it inspires a lot more trust.

I genuinely believe Doyeon is a good man who wants to take care of our girls. He gave up his job and started a company to become CEO in a role he had never tried before solely to give the 5 members a place where they would be safe and happy with someone they trusted (instead of risking getting taken advantage of again at another company) and could continue their careers, and has been listening to everything both the members and fans have been asking of him. I know Hyeju has said that this album prep era has been her favourite of her career, and I believe her. Right now the girls are actually enjoying their time in the US, eating whatever they like, having enough time for rest, actually seeing the sights of America this time. It's only the first stop but hopefully they can keep this up and have this experience knock the previous tour out of the water.

We can't trust a company 100% of the time without being there and witnessing exactly what's happening, but compared to Modhaus where we had Jaden lie to us about Jinsoul being involved in production in literally their first interview, exercises and diets being enforced, and OEC being marketed to NFT bros and military men, I just feel so much more confident about CTD's ability to treat the girls right.

[shuaestheist]

seven minutes

characters: seungcheol/s.coups, jeonghan (seventeen) summary: "They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in 7 minutes." word count: 1,307 genre: bxb, tragedy content warning: major character death. inspiration: in heaven (jyj)

one.

They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in 7 minutes.

I've always wondered how that would feel. And what I would see. Definitely, I'd see Jeonghan a lot in it, then.

But there's no time to think about that. The sun blares its bright light at me, forcing me to open my eyes and look at the clock. Damn. It's already 8 in the morning. I'm utterly late. And so, I wash up, get my keys and drive to the office, passing by a nearby coffee shop to get my daily caffeine fix for the day.

two.

"Choi Seungcheol," the boss, Jonghyun, calls out my name. "Ah, yes?" I blink at him, pulled out of my daydream about Jeonghan as the quarterly meeting of the company progresses. "It seems like you're not listening to the meeting. Do you feel sick? Wish to be excused?" he says. "A-ah, no, I'm fine, Sir," I say.

All that plagues my mind is the last time we spoke. Jeonghan and I got into a fight recently and I, still, could genuinely not see where he was coming from.

I had no time for him, I didn't care about him. That's all that's coming out of his lips. He probably didn't remember the real reason why I was doing all of this: for him. For me. And for our future.

The thought wouldn't leave my mind, really. Should I apologize? Never mind, it's not even my fault.

The meeting ends with that thought in my head. Only scribbles fill my paper, not one bullet of discussion from the meeting. Damn. I sigh before closing up my notebook and heading to my office.

After a few more hours of work, I drive home. Oddly enough, as I flick on the lights of our shared home, Jeonghan was nowhere to be seen. That's really odd. But instead of worrying, I plopped on my bed, exhausted and sleepy. I'm sure he'll come back sooner or later.

three.

I woke up the next morning to my doorbell being rung. Groggily, I get up and was met by an armful of clingy Jeonghan. Smiling softly, I chide him for being away for so long. In apology, he shows me a bouquet of yellow tulips.

The kind of tulips I gave him on our first date.

Chuckling, I put the flowers where they belonged, on a pretty vase that Jeonghan had made long ago, while hugging him and telling him that we were fine. We are fine. And we will be fine.

We're different, he and I. Choi Seungcheol, a business major. Yoon Jeonghan, an art major. Seungcheol, whose life revolved around numbers and laws and strategies. Jeonghan, whose life revolved around pottery and paintings and aesthetics. No one would ever think that the two of us would ever be a match. But here we are, in a little quaint house, lives set in front of us for the rest of our days.

four.

Our anniversary is coming up, mine and Jeonghan's. I need to think of what to do, really.

Our first anniversary, I took him to Han river. We rode couple bikes there and just basked in the summer sun. We were young back then too, fresh out of college and ready to take on the world.

Lucky me got a good spot in a huge company, so I took him on a fancy date in a high-end restaurant for our second anniversary. We ate the perfect steak, drank the finest wine and listened to the violins and the cellos played by the band I specifically requested for this day.

And now, the third anniversary. What should I do?

I think, staring at Jeonghan's picture on my work desk. What should I do? Where should I take him?

I take out a pen and my notebook, listing down different possibilities. This has to be special, it needs to be.

five.

I tap my fingers on the desk in front of me. This is the day, the day where all my efforts will come into fruition. This is the largest project given to me yet, and I now have to present it to the board for approval.

But I just cannot ignore the blaring red circle that stares at me from my planner. JEONGHAN, it reads. Yes, it's our anniversary today. And yet, I'm stuck here in the office, unable to spend the day with him.

I tried calling him today, but there's no answer. Maybe he's setting up a surprise for me. Or perhaps he's busy and cannot pick up. Or he left his phone at home. Silly Jeonghan. Always forgetting stuff. I chuckle softly, but there's a gnawing feeling in my gut. And it keeps on growing. Something's wrong, I can feel it.

Project proposal? Jeonghan? Project proposal? Jeonghan? Project proposal? Jeonghan?

I hang my head, letting the confused murmurs of the board and the boss roll around me as I weigh out all my options.

Wordlessly, I ran out. Jeonghan. Jeonghan is more important than any of these.

six.

I ran out of the office and into the outside world. Where in the world could he be? Panicking, I look everywhere. I loosen my tie, running along the sidewalks to find him.

Not far off, I see him across the street. He looked so innocent in that moment, carrying a pot with a stalk of sunflower and clumps of baby's breaths. I waved at him but he didn't seem to see or answer me. I wave and shout, but still he didn't see nor hear me.

I look up and it's still a green light. I couldn't cross the street to meet him halfway just yet. And so, I wait for the signal.

However, a student ran through the traffic. A jaywalker, you know. I sigh and shake my head. Irresponsible children, really.

But Jeonghan followed. I look up the signal lights, it wasn't red yet. He followed that stupid jaywalker. The bastard passed through while no car was in sight.

Knowing Jeonghan, he'll take time to cross the road. He's not a big fan of hurrying up, but in that moment he really needed to walk faster. All of a sudden, as I turn my head to the right, a car speeds up along the lane that Jeonghan was currently walking through.

Goddamn it! I throw my tie and blazer to the ground and just ran for it. Unminding of the glares and curses from the drivers, I continued running. Luckily, the car carreens sideways. But there was another car coming right up behind him. Jeonghan, in shock, is rooted to the spot, the pot falling out of his hands and breaking on the asphalt.

But before he could get hit, I pushed him out of the way.

seven.

They say when you die, your whole life flashes before your eyes in 7 minutes.

So this is what it feels like. Your memories flashing your whole life in a dreamy sequence. It's painful, really.

I couldn't feel my body anymore, I feel limp. I could feel arms lifting me up and tears pouring like rain over me.

But in that moment, I am happy. I am happy that I got to save him. I am happy that, even in death, I was able to protect him, keeping the promise I made to him when we started going out.

I'm happy that my last memory is of him, even if it's of him crying over me. The feeling of him holding me in his arms is enough for me.

I'm sorry, but I'll leave now. I wanted to say these words, but they can only be expressed by the lone tear that falls from my eye as I breathe my last breath.

I love you, Yoon Jeonghan. Forever.

[dibidibifiction]

Give Me A Hug: Chapter 2

Pairing: Taemin x Female Reader Word count: 1.8k

DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction made for the personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone so as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons on whom the characters are based. She also does not claim ownership of any of the images that are being used.

chapter 1

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TAEMIN

It has been a busy day. But what’s so different about it is, that woman from the elevator this morning tore my t-shirt apart.

I’m absolutely sure that I’ve seen her before. I just can’t point my finger on where exactly. And when.

“Somebody asked me out today,” I announce to Minho Hyung across from me as he takes a huge bite of his sandwich. 

“Really? Who did?” His words are almost inaudible.

“The woman who tore down my top.”

“Oh, that? I don’t think that’s what it is. She’s just guilty for the little accident she caused. Get over yourself.”

“What are we talking about over here?” Jinki Hyung joins our table with a tray stacked with a meal good for three people.

Minho Hyung and I stare at him.

“What?” he says after taking a spoonful of kimchi rice. 

“Taemin thinks some woman asked him out.”

“Good for you! What’s she like?” Jinki Hyung cheers for me.

“She’s almost as tall as me, shoulder-length hair, and she looks to be twenty-seven or twenty-eight,” I inform him. “Oh, and she’s Kim Jonghyun’s manager.”

“Ah, Y Noona.” 

“You know her?” I ask Jinki Hyung in a bit of surprise.

“Yeah, I’d seen her around before. Think it was three, four years ago, when I was still new here. She was also a stylist. I actually got to talk to her today. And damn, she did not age a day. She’s still as pretty as I remember her to be. She’s a year older than me.”

“Really? That means she’s five years older than me.”

“Why? Does that bother you?” Minho Hyung asks.

“Not at all, I like older women as much as I like, well, women in general. I just wonder if she’s still single.”

“Pfft!” he rolls his eyes. 

Jinki Hyung and I share a look. 

Apparently, he’s still sulking about his break-up. They had been together long enough for him to think that she was the one until she replaced him with a much more mature man. Not to mention richer.

Minho Hyung just keeps his head down as he chews his food slowly. At least he’s eating. In the past months, we couldn’t even get him out of bed. 

“Oh, there she is,” Jinki Hyung acknowledges.

I catch sight of where he’s gesturing at the glass window to find Y standing just in front of the building. It seems like she’s waiting for someone. 

I chug my glass of water before heading out. “Gotta go,” I wave to the Hyungs.

I race out of the restaurant, through the halls of the ground floor, and then through the lobby and the revolving door. 

As soon as I get to the spot where I saw her a few seconds ago, she’s gone. 

“Yes, I know. I’ll be there soon.” A woman’s voice reaches my hearing. “I just can’t find a taxi anywhere.” 

I turn around and it’s Y on the phone. I approach her the second she hangs up.

“Hey,” I call out as respectfully as possible.

“Oh, hey,” she smiles back, her eyes squinting from the afternoon sun.

“Remember me?” I say as I show her the tear on my back.

She giggles. “Of course.”

“Look, you’re not going to find a taxi at this hour. Why don’t I just take you to wherever you have to be?” I offer.

She stares at me, hesitating. “No, I can’t do that to you after I ruined your shirt.

“Come on, you can treat me after your thing. I can wait. I’m free for the rest of the day anyway,” I raise my eyebrows at her, trying my charm.

She pauses for a while. “Alright, that’ll be great.”

“Yeah?” My smile extends even wider as I feel excited.

“Yeah,” she nods, yet I can still see she’s a little hesitant.

So I lead her back to the building to get to the parking lot up the elevator. 

My friends would surely laugh at me if they saw me letting a woman ride my car. Since this car is so important to me, I never offered rides to anyone but Kibum Hyung and Minho Hyung. Even when I dated, it never got serious for me to be intimate. Except, of course, for the one-night stands I had back when I was in university. Then again, I never let them even get near this car. It’s my parents’ reward to me for finishing my studies. They saved this up for me all those years.  

I know it’s just been a day and I don’t know what this exactly is but I automatically smile when I lay eyes on her. 

But still, I have to figure this out before I get too serious. 

I pull the door open to the passenger seat for her. 

Her smile is small and toothless, but her eyes light up when they land on mine for a second while she hops in.

I check if she’s entirely in before shutting the door and then walk around the back to get to the driver’s seat. 

I exhale. “Alright,” I say comfortably as I start the car.

She stares at me, her eyebrows furrow. “Why are you smiling?” she asks.

I stare at her back in confusion. “Sorry?”

“You’re smiling.”

“Oh,” I stutter. “I just had a good day at work.”

I didn’t realize until now that I was smiling this whole time. So I bite my lip as I put on my seatbelt.

To my right, Y struggles to pull hers from the back of her seat.

“Here, let me,” I offer. Leaning to her side to gently pull her seatbelt to put it on her until I hear the click.

“Thanks.” Her face turns red subtly.

This time I feel myself smile. I just can’t help it.

As we drive to the highway, she keeps herself quiet, looking away from me and to the window, as if thinking far.

I hesitate to say a word, but I have to ask her something important.

“Y?” I speak her name formally. 

She doesn’t respond. Either she’s too deep into her thoughts or my voice is just too soft.

I check her out for a second, then eyes back on the road. “Y?” I repeat. My voice is a little louder yet stays gentle.

“Hmm?” she finally responds.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, why?”

“You still haven't told me where we're going,” I remind her. 

“Oh, shit,” she slaps her forehead, laughing at herself. 

I laugh too. Not only because she’s funny, but also because she’s fucking adorable. 

. . .

Two hours have passed and Y hasn’t come back down yet. She advised me to wait in the lobby and pointed me to the nearby convenience store in case I needed something. She did say that her meeting with her lawyer might be a while but I insisted on waiting in the car. I should’ve listened. 

I hear the vibration of my phone on the little compartment below the air vents to my right. My mom is calling me.

“Hello, Mom?”

It takes a few seconds of chattering sounds in the background before she speaks. “Taemin, you said you’re coming to the hospital tomorrow, right?”

“Yes, Mom,” I feel pleasantly serene by the sound of her voice.

“Don’t you forget it. I have to pick up your father at the airport.”

“I won’t forget it, don’t worry,” I assure her lovingly. I could never refuse her every request. “How’s it going over there?”

“Oh, you know, fine. Everything is okay today, no complications at all.” Her voice sounds obvious that it’s trying to sound cheerful, but I just see right through her.

“That’s good to know. Well, I have to go now. I’m hanging out with my friend tonight.”

“Sure, honey. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I hang up. Chills run through my veins as my throat aches from trying too much not to tear up. What happens in our family these days is something I’m not used to. Well, none of us are. All we can do right now is stick together until it’s all over. Whether it’ll result in a celebration or devastation. 

So I shake it off, swallowing my tears. I then decide to get out of the car. 

I take a little walk to the store. As I enter, I proceed straight to the beverages section. Upon choosing what I should have, I immediately recognize somebody familiar hiding by high stack cases of beer. 

I tap his shoulder. “Hyung?”

Kibum gasps in shock. “Fuck, you scared the shit out of me,” he intensely whispers.

“What are you doing here?”

“See that guy over there by the snacks? I dated him.”

“Oh, God. This isn’t one of your stalking sessions again, is it?

“Will you keep it down? He might hear you.”

“Kibum?” I guess he already did. “Is that you?”

“Oh, hey! How have you been? It’s been so long.” Kibum fakes enthusiasm.

I try not to burst into laughter, sensing how awkward this is. I recognize this guy who he used to date. Kibum Hyung was all over him until he was friend-zoned. Fuck buddies as he would say. 

“Good. I’ve been good. I’m married now,” he informs us happily, showing us his wedding ring. “Is this…?” I didn’t expect him to look at me.

“Ah, yes,” Kibum says, still faking. “This is my boyfriend, Taemin.”

“Nice to meet you,” the guy smiles at me.

“You too,” I say back politely. And suddenly, it’s not funny anymore. It displeases me to even think about being this guy’s boyfriend. I so want to kill him for implicating me in his schemes. He and I have always hated each other. Minho Hyung is the only string that ties us together.

As they’re keeping up with this awkward exchange, the bell rings by the entrance as someone proceeds inside. 

“Hey, thought I’d find you here,” Y approaches. 

“Great, Noona’s here!” Kibum exclaims. “Look, we have to go,” he says to the guy. “It was great seeing you.”

He then suddenly links his arms between Y and me and pulls us out of the store.

Y looks at me with a weird look, her expression confused.

I just gave her a shrug, not knowing how to explain that Kibum is kind of a crazy-ass fuck. 

This is not the first time I got dragged into his skits like this. Back in college, we pretended to be cops to scare another ex-boyfriend of his away. As expected, we got busted by a real policeman, none other than Officer Seo. It was a great fucking day for everyone.

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[gaykey]

I’m the shawol-somsom anon… you’re right LMAO I probably came off a little too strong and made assumptions about you. I’m on vacation and have too much free time for my own good, I’m sorry about that. Btw It doesn’t bother me that you specifically stopped supporting Key, I don’t know you and I barely use tumblr, but I remember you being one of the biggest lil freak/locket accounts on tumblr a few years ago (at least, that's how it seemed), so I got a little frustrated because I know how big accounts influence the perception of the rest of the fandom. 

But I’m not sorry about saying the whole thing feels hypocritical, I still think that. Because what I said is true, FK and Taemin are not better than Key (can’t speak on Jonghyun, Minho and Onew because I do think they try to be more sensible about social issues, and their responsibilities as idols); if I thought Key was horrible, then I’d think they’re horrible, too (disclaimer: I don’t think they are horrible). I simply don’t understand it, and you’re much older than me so it feels even more confusing how you can reconcile the idea. And I would like to have a conversation but tbh I’m a little scared to come off anon bc I don’t even know how tumblr works.

hello again.

it's cool, like, i get why you said what you said. i know i probably come across as very wishy-washy on here at times?

but in regards to key. i also don't think he (or taemin, or first or khao) is a horrible person. at all.

and i'm not saying that they haven't all done problematic stuff. i don't know for sure what fk have done or said, because i'll be so real, i haven't delved that deep. i'm just about below the surface level of being a somsom, but they're people like anyone else, so they've probably fucked up somewhere.

with key however, i was down deeeeep in that fandom lol. 16 years is a long time to be that fixated on a person. every little thing he did was on my tl and dash. maybe that's why his action in particular seem bigger to me?

and, the reason i chose to distance myself from being a lil freak particulalry, was because with key, it wasn't just a few minor instances, or little things that i could excuse so easily.

though i haven't forgotten, i forgave key & taemin for their coulourist remarks they made last year, because i felt that their apologies were genuine.

i acknowldeged shitty thing's key's done in the past, and gave him the benefit of the doubt. many times.

but truly, it felt like the past year? he's just been doing them over & over, unlike taemin, and first and khao. to my knowledge.

i can only forgive so much? and like, key is someone i did - and in many ways very much still do - admire and hold in high esteem (i know putting him on a pedestal is a ME problem, but i'm just being real about how i feel and perceived him) so, it HIT way harder.

i get why that comes across as hypocritcal - i do - but it doesn't feel like it is to me because of the continunity of his behaviour.

i don't know if you were here as i was making the decision to unstan, but it was tough. and i am older. i'm a grown ass woman, so it felt silly to be so emotional about the whole thing tbh.

also i don't want or mean to influence anyone's opinions, however i am starting to get that maybe i do in some way, because i was a pretty prominent key blog for a while???

which is why i try not to talk about him at all too much these days.

maybe i'll forgive him again, maybe he'll do something to redeem himself to me??? idk!

and anon, fr, feel free to come and talk in dms or even send me a message here off anon if you wat to talk. i promise i'm nice, and i'll keep it private if you din't want people to know your blog.

no worries either way xx

[darl-ingfics]

Hi I am the anon that asked for the headcanons, honestly just go wild with your favorite headcanons I don’t mind honestly

Alright, because I get to do what I want, Imma give you SHINee first cause the likelihood I'll get asked for them is low (and there’s only 5 of them, so easier!) This is the style you can expect moving forward!!!

How They Act When Sick - SHINee

Onew/Jinki

Strongest immune system of the group. If a cold takes the average person 5-7 days to kick, Jinki's body will body that virus in 24-48 hours. BUT when he DOES actually get sick, he goes down HARD

But he will just throw on a mask and keep working until he physically can't. Usually goes under the radar too - it's not like he's hiding or denying being sick, it's just that no one asked and it hasn’t interfered with his schedules so he didn't say anything.

Usually ends up crashing, though - will hit a point where his body goes all weak and achy, constantly cold.

But does not complain. And if Jinki DOES ever complain, everyone shuts the hell up and listens.

While he's normally the deepest sleeper of the group, something about a low-grade fever makes him unable to fall asleep and it is so frustrating for him and sad for the rest of the group to watch. They have learned that if someone forcibly cuddles him, he'll pass out.

Does not like being coddled or having others do things for him - hates being a burden/center of attention. He will ask for help or cuddles on his own terms. The members have also learned how to phrase things so Jinki feels like he’s in control when he’s actually playing right into their hands.

Most prone to upper respiratory infections that settle in his chest, and he often ends up losing his voice from coughing so much.

Goes back and forth between wanting to be alone and with his members, absorbing their shenanigans from the sidelines. Usually too sleepy and out of it to participate, but it comforts him to be with them.

Jonghyun

'Weakest' immune system of the group, but that's still above average in terms of, like, the general population. It also doesn't help that he is hyper-sympathetic whenever any of his members/friends/family are sick, and will not say no to being cuddled. Too good for his own good.

Most prone to upper respiratory infections that settle in his head.

Can be counted on to have all the usual sick person supplies on him on a normal day anyway. Can go through several bags of cough drops when sick. Is not picky about flavor but may cry if given the menthol ones.

Finds it difficult to sleep, no matter the illness. His body feels wrong, and he can't get comfy. Can usually be found watching TV on the couch at all hours of the night, watching Studio Ghibili films.

Another reason he often ends up on the couch: has been known to sleep walk AND talk when feverish.

Also constantly cold. Blanket capes and sweatshirt hoods pulled tight around his head are usually the clearest indicator that he’s not feeling good.

Jonghyun is a known clothing stealer because "your hoodie's warmer!" Sweater paws for days.

Hates being alone, and just wants to be close to his members. Doesn’t need to be cuddling, per se, he just doesn’t want to be left out.

Takes the time he needs to rest and recover like a responsible adult. (He rubs that fact in the younger members’ faces frequently since they, more often than not, fight rest.)

Key/Kibum

The most germaphobic member. And the Google medical expert/hypochondriac.

Absolutely irate about getting sick every time and makes it EVERYONE'S problem. (And usually finds a way to blame Minho.)

The kind of sickie who gets the slightest sore throat one day, and has full on bronchitis when he wakes up the next. Illness hits him fast and hard.

Looks ill. No matter what he does, Kibum’s body absolutely gives him away: pallid skin, flushed cheeks, red and shadowed eyes, etc.

Professional in public if he has to work/perform, but whiny and moody when in private with those he trusts. Snarky comments abound.

Needs to be forcibly manhandled and often threatened to stay home. Also usually requires a babysitter or chaperone to make sure he actually rests (Taemin is not good at this role. Jonghyun also caves easily, but he's better than Taemin. Jinki and Minho don't stand for any of Kibum's shit, and neither does Taeyeon, who is the ULTIMATE threat in these scenarios.)

Cannot. Stop. Shivering. It is PITIFUL.

Once he’s been put to bed, Kibum’s will to fight evaporates, and he just wants to sleep and snuggle, but not really cause he doesn’t want to spread his germs. He will usually ask his members for their hoodies or blankets so he has their presence around him without risking anything.

Tries all of the DIY remedies he finds on the internet, no matter how outlandish. Kibum doesn't give a shit if it's pseudoscience or even absolutely nonsense - if there is any chance it will end this nightmare, it's worth a shot.

Minho

Either "I'm completely fine, what are you talking about?" or "I would like to dictate to you my last will and testament."

Still works out if he can, insisting that light exercise helps you fight infection (which is true. But “light” means different things to Minho)

The only one who isn’t automatically chilled when he gets sick. Runs hot on a normal day, so he tends to get higher fevers that absolutely wipe him out. And make him want his shirt off constantly - he is rarely allowed to do so, though. The others just don't understand how badly he needs to remove his skin from his body.

Absolutely no filter - the fever + cold medicine make him the silliest goose ever. Will say whatever he is thinking. It is glorious.

Can (and does) fall asleep anywhere. Snores like a jackhammer too whenever he’s congested.

Loudest sneeze known to man, and he DOES feel bad about it and has apologized several times (

Wants to be held and tended to, but not babied. There’s a fine line.

Not good at distinguishing when he's about to throw up. The others have learned his signs, though, because they are NOT cleaning that up if they don’t have to.

Constantly thanking anyone who even just asks how he's feeling. So overwhelmed with love and gratitude when shown compassion, which his members find adorable because “Minho, you know we love you, this isn’t new.” Compliments people even more freely than usual. He just wants his loved ones to know how much he appreciates them.

Taemin

Like Key, he is SO professional in public when he has to work while sick. But when he's with people he trusts, ESPECIALLY his members, he becomes so whiny and pitiful.

A sick Taemin is either the ‘be nice to me I’m sick’ annoying cutie that everyone bends to, or an absolute emotional wreck that needs to be held 24/7. Usually, the more serious the illness, the more sad he is.

Stage 5 clinger. There is a roughly 80-90% chance that Taemin will drag at least two other members down with him whenever he gets sick because he just starfishes onto whoever will let him.

Also constantly cold. AND constantly confused. He finds it hard to focus, especially when congested, so he will ask 'huh' and 'what' on a constant loop.

The most prone to migraines in the group, and a headache is usually his tell when he’s coming down with something.

Unless the medicine specifically says 'non-drowsy,' it will put him to sleep. The members have drugged him before by mixing nighttime cold meds into tea so he doesn't notice it. Works like a charm to this day. Taemin even KNOWS they do this to him, yet still trusts every time that 'well, THIS time's probably different.'

Pickiest about things. Tea, meds, cough drops, popsicles, etc. all have to be certain flavors or he will not partake. It’s annoying, but the members have learned his ways at this point.

Slightly emetophobic, so that's really fun. Cause the members never know if he’s gonna be ‘whatever, it happens’ about throwing up, or if he’s gonna have a panic attack.

If he’s alone or at solo schedules, Taemin will call and text his mom AND his members constantly when he doesn’t feel well, complaining about his day and looking for reassurance. He just hates being alone.

[ohmuqueen]

Bias Tag Game

Tagged by: @foxpuppylove thank you so much!! I love tag games but I’ve lost (aka buried in my likes) many of the older ones I was tagged in so I’m super excited to do these, always! 💕

Tagging: @bakailikeyu, @miracleminho, @aquaxalien, @taeminbrainrot, @flowerlee, @bleshilegend, @menofkpop, @atlantis-area, @ultrakdramamama, @emily-lol, @fireworksgalaxy

As always: no pressure; if this isn't your thing, feel free to just ignore ♥

Bias list: I had to include all members of SHINee, mostly because I want to answer questions about them because I know them better than any other idols. The rest are really arbitrary, I am not good at following a lot of groups, but these are the idols I definitely admire the most and the most consistently (as much as I’m capable of with so few waking hours in the day);

So, in no particular order:

Taemin

Jonghyun

Key

Minho

Onew

Seulgi (Red Velvet)

Baekhyun (EXO)

Chaewon (Le Sserafim)

Sua (Dreamcatcher)

Ten (NCT/Wayv) (Tehe he’s number ten on a group of ten)

Between 7 and 5, who did you bias first?

Baekhyun, because I stanned SuperM before I became a shawol.

2. Between 2 and 6, who are you more attached to?

Jjong - his music, his words, just everything he's done has gotten me through a lot.

3. If you were to spend the day with either 3 or 1, who would you choose and what would you do?

Taeminnie - oh gosh, idk what I'd want to do, nothing special really. Just relax with him I guess, chat and eat a meal together. Ask him about his work and ideas for future projects. Play and cuddle with his cats. (Wouldn't object to drinking with him if he was up for it - especially while watching a horror movie. I don't enjoy horror movies but I'd want to see which one he'd pick out to watch with someone.) Aaaand if this day included watching him practice dancing or recording his music I wouldn't be opposed...

4. What is your favorite physical feature about 9?

Her smile! I mean, everything about her face lol. She's extremely beautiful to me.

5. What is your favorite part of 6's personality?

I don't know Seulgi's personality well, but I loved what she did with her first solo album, so I suppose I can say her execution with her art. She has a unique style (really my ideal for a female idol) that I hope we see more of!

6. If you were to tell 8 anything you wanted, what would you tell them?

Again, I don't know this idol's personality well either, but if I could tell Chaewon something I would say she's doing amazing, to eat well, rest well, and take time to have fun! Because honestly every idol is overworked and deserves more breaks.

7. Between 1 and 2, whose closet would you raid?

Jjong's! I love his style the most, I just think he is so cool.

8. What is a style that you want to see 3 try?

Hmm, I'm not fashion savvy like Key, but I do miss the high fashion I've seen him wear at the airport in the past (like 2015-2017? ish? my babywol brain can't give you more specifics). I can't say a specific style, but I guess I like the more flashy clothes. Like this for example. Or this outfit from 151130 (I spent an embarrassingly long time looking for this lol)

Also multi-colored hair! Like he had during Odd era or RDD era. IDK how many times that RDD hair changed colors but I loved them all.

9. Between 5 and 4, who are you closer to in height?

Oh definitely Onew. (I'm 5'1", or 154 cm)

10. Between 10 and 9, whose music do you like the best?

I don't really have a preference, it depends on my mood for the day. I have been listening to more NCT lately, but I like both of these groups' music for my workouts especially (groups like NCT, Dreamcatcher, EXO, KARD, and of course SHINee I love playing for my workouts).

[katrinawritesthings]

Jinki/Jonghyun; hmm; PG

Just you know cute supportive boyfriend stuff : ) Jonghyun noses into his neck, against his jaw, into his cheek, and then presses a little smooch there.

"It's not that I want back on my promise, it's that you refused to respect me like as a human being with boundaries on multiple occasions and I stopped wanting to deal with your bullshit. Also, fuck you." Jinki nods decisively at the wiggly little face in the ceiling above his bed. That'll show him. That's totally what he should have said in that argument with his dad 12 years ago. Now that he's told the ceiling face then. Now. 

Now nothing. He didn't say it then and he can't go back and say it now. Jinki scrubs his hands over his face, blowing out a big puff of air through his lips, through his fingers. He really should get out of bed. It's like three and he at the very least should get up so he can get more food that isn't just his bed stash of graham crackers and chex mix. He really should. It's just that it's so hard. 

It's hard to just lie here and ruminate on old arguments that he can't win anymore too, but it's a different kind of hard. Laying here doing nothing in bed is a less physically exhausting kind of hard. He'd rather do mental gymnastics for hours on end than be any more exhausted than he already is. 

Well, maybe not, because as he has that thought, it comes with a wave of guilt and self-disgust that really doesn't settle well with him. Settles worse than usual, he thinks, maybe, because he's already tired his brain out all day by thinking about unfair shit that shouldn't have happened to him. fuck.

He lays there, tired and musty under his blankets and inside of his brain, trapped between making one bad choice and another bad choice, preparing to spend the next however long hating himself for it, and then, the bed dips next to him.

He doesn't jump, but he still startles; he didn't notice Jonghyun coming in. He smells good, like his usual perfume, and he settles himself comfortably in, right next to Jinki. One arm slides under Jinki’s head, the other over his chest, one leg over his thighs. Jonghyun noses into his neck, against his jaw, into his cheek, and then presses a little smooch there.

"Hi Jinki," he smiles. “I brought you an orange and also some tiny pancakes." And sure enough, in the hand that he slid over Jinki's chest, he was holding a plate with tiny little stacks of freshly microwaved mini pancakes, a little bit of butter spread on each one and a delicate puddle of syrup in the middle of the plate for dipping. Once Jinki takes that, Jonghyun sticks his hand between their bodies and rummages around his hoodie pocket before pulling out an orange.

 "Thanks, honey," Jinki mumbles. He picks up a little pancake with his fingers, dips it into the syrup, and pops it into his mouth, chewing slowly. Jonghyun copies him, then wiggles close to press yet another smooch to his cheek.

"I think you're very cute," Jonghyun says, punctuating it with another kiss, “and I like you a lot," and another kiss, "and I love you a lot." And then, again, another kiss. Jinki accepts the kisses, and the compliments, and tilts his head so he can rest it against Jonghyun’s temple.

"You're my favorite," he says. And he means that with his whole entire heart. In the same way that he knows that Jonghyun meant what he just said with his whole entire heart. As Jonghyun smiles into his neck and squeezes him gently, Jinki drops one of his own kisses to his hair. He might be a depressed lump that can't make his brain make a decision, but at least, to someone that he cares about, he's cute.