#jonghyun the type

[jonghyunthetype]

How is everyone?

I’m feeling a lot better these days, have been able to listen to SHINee albums and Jonghyun’s music. This time of year gets me a little down because as December approaches it still hurts, but I got a tattoo for him and it helps to be able to see it every day. Miss you all and hope you’re healthy and well.

[natalia-lafourcade]

POET | ARTIST (2025)

SHINee

[smtown-tourist]

All of the Non-Shawols right now: OMG, did you see Taemin’s performance at the KGMAs?! I totally understand now why he’s called The Idol’s Idol!!

Meanwhile, us Shawols and our Superiority Complexes are over here like:

[katrinawritesthings]

OT5 i guess; wedding crashing; R

jong2min having a nice date on the boardwalk when they see onkey getting married and go crash it but oh no !!! minho fucked one of the grooms last week :3c But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair. 

The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the seagulls are shrieking, the waves are rolling, the beach bustles with life, and Minho is practically bursting with contentment. He walks side by side with his babes, Jonghyun next to him in the middle and Taemin on the other side of him, his arm crossed over Taemin’s so they can both claim one of Jonghyun's butt pockets, and the three of them joke and grin at each other as they window shop down the shore. 

"Is that a wedding?” Minho stops when Jonghyun stops when Taemin stops, grinding the three of them to a halt on the sandy boardwalk and pointing with his popsicle to the shoreline. Jonghyun leans forward around Taemin to look so Minho leans backward around both of them to do the same. He has to squint a little bit against the glimmers of the waves on this bright sunny day, but he spots the group of people lounging out in the sand around three people standing up straight. Two of them are wearing suits and holding hands, huge smiles visible even at a distance.

“Oh, that's so romantic," Jonghyun sighs. "Why haven't you two married me on the shoreline?" he pouts.

"Illegal," Taemin says. 

"If we tried you would not stop complaining about the sun," Minho adds. He hasn't stopped complaining about the sun already today. Minho isn't going to deal with that on their wedding day.

Jonghyun sighs long and loud through his nose, then changes track and says, "let's go crash it." 

"I don't think–"

"Hell yeah dude!"

The two of them take off, jogging towards the nearest staircase into the sand and dragging Minho behind them. Minho rolls his eyes as he gets his footing. They enable each other too much. But this is at least better than the time they broke into an abandoned building to “explore cool ghost shit" and got attacked by a family of raccoons, so. He guesses he can't complain too much.

Touching down onto the beach proper, they walk casually along the shoreline until they're behind the wedding. Then, just as casually, they sit down in the back and make themselves comfortable. None of the guests seem to object to their presence; actually, a couple of the people at the back with them look like they had the same idea. The closer they get to the front of the audience the more people are dressed in pastel oranges and foresty greens. 

Up at the very front the two grooms are radiant in their similarly colored suits. One is in a peachy pinkish orange suit with shoulder length light brown hair, smile lines and crow's feet prominent as he listens to his soon to be husband recite his vows. The one speaking is in a light leaf green suit. His short black hair is coiffed up, his dimples are adorable, his pretty lips form his words carefully, and his prominent eyebrow scar is accentuated with make– 

"Holy shit," Minho says. Realization hits him abruptly and he sits up straight, scattering sand all over Taemin’s shoes. “We can't crash this wedding." They can fucking not. He knows that eyebrow scar. He knows those dimples. He is very intimately acquainted with those pretty lips. 

“Wah wah wah, goody two shoes," Taemin mumbles dismissively. “We're already here."

“No, I mean – "

"Lighten up, lawful good," Jonghyun teases. He latches onto Minho’s arm and leans against him. "It's fine. We're not even the only people that have crashed it already."

"Listen you fucking gremlins," Minho hisses. He cannot deal with their bullshit right now. He looks around frantically, trying to find an easy way out, and when he finds none, he tries to hide instead. He shields his face with his hands and glares at his babefriends. "We can't be here because I literally fucked that guy in the green a week ago," he whispers. He knows that's him. He’s certain. That's the guy that he hooked up with last weekend, that guy that fucked him within an inch of his life and left him in the club bathroom with a smirk and a wave.

Taemin bursts into hiccups of laughter that he badly muffles into his hands; Jonghyun’s eyes go wide and he sits up straight, studying the grooms with renewed interest and singing, "ooh, drama" under his breath. Minho groans and lies down in the sand. He should've lied. He should've made something up, invented an excuse to get them far, far away from here. Now they're definitely not leaving.

~

As soon as the ceremony is over and everyone is invited to watch the first dance, Taemin makes a beeline for the bar. It's a nice little setup tucked at the very end of the food tables. One guy in a peach and green aloha shirt and sunglasses is manning it and a sign next to it declares it to be open and free to all beachgoers. Taemin double and triple checks the sign to make sure, then smiles his most charming and adorable smile at the bartender. At his new best friend until Jonghyun and Minho drag him away.

He gets a dainty champagne flute in celebration of the newlyweds; then he asks the bartender to make him something neon blue with a little umbrella in it.

~

So. Bad news. Jonghyun has been wandering the beach, mingling with guests, asking about the newlyweds, and he's learned that Jinki and Kibum are completely open in their sexual relationship so no one was cheating and therefore there's no drama for him to slurp up.

But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair. 

Jonghyun has, of course, already told him this. Even before he went snooping around for information, he went to congratulate them and flirt a little bit with both just to test their reactions. Kibum took it in warm, confident stride, not rejecting him but not encouraging him either. Jinki, on the other hand, took a little too long to let go of Jonghyun’s hand and his smile was hooked up a little too much to the side. Jonghyun doesn't like to assume, or brag, but he knows when someone is interested in him.

Jinki is interested in him. Jonghyun saw it an hour ago in the way he looked at him and he hears it now in the way Jinki speaks to him.

“You're quite touchy, aren't you?” he's asking, and his voice is so smooth, a smile playing around his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. The tiniest tint of accusation in his tone contrasts with the way he leans into Jonghyun’s touch. He lets Jonghyun fix his bowtie up straight and then smooth his hands down the lapels of his jacket. 

“You don't seem to mind,” Jonghyun smiles. 

Is he laying it on too thick with the cheating-not-cheating thing? He's not sure. It's not his usual mode of flirting and he's kind of just winging this. Maybe he should tone it down a little bit. Throw in something like it's fine if--

“I don't mind a lot of things.” Jinki replies with just the same comfortable, suave, caramel smooth voice as before. Paired with his raised eyebrows it almost makes Jonghyun melt. He has to take a second to catch his breath. How the fuck did Jinki do that? What did he even say? He doesn't mind? Where was Jonghyun going with this again?

Focus. He needs to focus. He has a mission to complete. “That's an admirable quality,” he says, playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulls it down enough to give Jinki the tiniest peek of his chest mole. Guys love the chest mole. He glances down, kicking at the sand a little bit, and then looks up through his eyelashes. Guys love when he looks at them through his eyelashes. “I like a chill relaxed guy,” he says.

“So does my husband,” Jinki says. It's a statement, simple and blunt, but it's also more than that. It's not a rejection, but it is, maybe, a warning? But more than that, Jonghyun thinks it might be a dare. A dare to acknowledge and then keep pushing anyway, see what it gets him. A dare that Jonghyun is definitely going to take.

But not right now. Right now, he fakes getting a text on his phone. “He's lucky to have you then,” he says, opening up a text conversation at random and pretending to read it. Smiling, he adds, “my cousin wants me. I'll come talk to you again later?”

And that's his own dare to Jinki, a choice to either deny or invite him to come back. 

Jinki smiles back all crow’s feet and sunshine. “I’ll look forward to it.” 

~

“Hey, so, I just want to let you know,” Taemin says, leaning on the corner of the bar, “before I start to get tipsy so you know I'm for real. I think you're really handsome.” He smiles at the bartender, holding his sparkly fruity drink in one hand and swirling his fingers playfully on the counter with his other. He's definitely already tipsy from the champagne and half a drink but the bartender doesn't need to know that. Taemin has been making perfectly pleasant and believably sober conversation with him this whole time. 

He's also been flirting with him this whole time. Even before he came out with that bold forward line he'd been having the bartender blushing like soft pink powder, biting down smiles, and coming back to him between serving everyone else on the beach. His name is Kai and he’s lifted his sunglasses up to rest on his hair; Taemin is certain that it was to see him better. His brother used to make fun of him for practicing how to flirt but look at him now. He takes a sip of his drink and watches Kai watch his adam's apple bob up and down. 

He's so in. 

~

Good day. Great day. Wonderful day. Incredible day. Blessed day. Perfect day. Ever since he and Jinki kissed to seal the deal, Kibum has been on cloud nine. His stomach has been full of butterflies and his fingertips have been tingling and his face hurts from how hard he's smiling and he doesn't even care. He hasn't wanted to leave JinkI's side for more than a minute.

He has left, though, to keep up appearances. Sure, he loves Jinki with his whole entire heart and he just dedicated the entire rest of his life to him, but he doesn't want people to think he's desperate. So he's been cruising through the shore, hugging friends and family, stopping to chat, munching snacks and sipping drinks, drifting back to Jinki every now and again to touch his arm, hold his hand, smile against his cheek, and remind himself that today is real. 

Taking time away from him does have its perks--he can spy on Jinki from afar, admire his pretty hair, his handsome profile, his snazzy suit. And whenever Jinki catches him coming back, his smile lights up the world. JinkI's smile still, after all this time, takes Kibum’s breath away. It sets off fireworks in his heart. It resets his brain. It stops him in his tracks.

Which is probably why someone just bumped into him, tried to swerve and duck around him way too late, bumped into a bouquet stand, and sent their painstakingly colorpicked peachy orange gladioluses tumbling into the sand. 

“Oh, jeez. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. Sorry. Here.” The guy that bumped into him is already on his knees, gathering up the flowers with big hands. His long black hair bobs in a ponytail and little wisps frame his face when he looks up. “You oka--fuck.” 

His already big eyes turn huge, his mouth pops open, and his cheeks turn a vibrant red. He's pretty cute, actually. And he's swearing up a storm. 

“Fuck, uh, fuck. I mean, fuck. I mean, uh, I mean, shit. Fuck.” The more he scrambles to fix the flowers the more he drops them all over the sand. Poor lamb. Kibum gets it, though. He would be embarrassed too if he ruined a wedding decoration in front of the groom.

“It’s fine,” he says, and he means it. It's not like he was going to keep this one specific bouquet forever. “Here.” He bends over to help him clean up. The longer he looks this poor blushing man over, the more he's sure that he wasn't invited. Kibum doesn't recognize him at all, for one, and he's pretty sure he would at least know all of Jinki's guests by face. He doesn't match the dress code, either, and for another, all of his blushing and stammering carries an unmistakable aura of guilt. 

But, actually, the longer Kibum looks him over, the more he thinks he does actually recognize him. He just can't figure out from where. It's something about the cheeks, flushed a very attractive crimson, something about the bangs falling messily into his eyes, something about the eyes themselves. Big, round, brown, gorgeous. Blinking up at him from such a steep angle, the poor babe on his knees now, just like--

Just like he was at the fucking club. Kibum understands. He's not blushing because Kibum is the groom. He's blushing because Kibum fucked his throat and pumped his ass full of cum a week ago. 

Small world. “Hey,” he says, pointing. “Aren't you--”

“No!” The babe from the club interrupts loudly. He stumbles to his feet, slapping sand off of his knees, red from his forehead all the way down into the collar of his shirt. “I mean,” he says. “I don't know what you're talking about. I mean, I've never seen you before. I mean, I'm not crashing your wedding. I mean!” Every time he says I mean he gets louder, faster, sweatier. “I mean, goodbye.” and he just turns around and speedwalks away, wobbling in the sand and dodging around guests that were actually invited. “Congratulations!” he calls over his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, shaking his head, Kibum smiles to himself as he continues his search for his husband. 

~

Taemin pulls his thumb from the bottom of his chin up to the corner of his lips. He sucks the cum off of his skin, swallowing it down with the rest, savoring the slide of it down his throat. It tastes like the same sweet, smug victory he feels looking into the depths of KaI's dark, glazed eyes. Zipping Kai back into his pants, he takes a quick glance around the bar. He doesn't think his new buddy has enough of his brain back yet to be a good lookout.

The coast looks clear enough, everyone else mingling and dancing closer to the stage, so Taemin stands up. He smoothly slides his way up Kai's body until they’re face to face. Kai's harsh breaths puff against him and Taemin can hear him swallow hard. Taemin cups his jaw and kisses him nice and slow so he can taste himself. 

“Gonna need something strong to wash that down with,” he hums against Kai's mouth. 

Still dazed, barely looking, Kai feels around his bar and passes Taemin a full bottle of tequila.

Jackpot. 

~

Jinki is three fingers deep into the slut that's been flirting with him all day when his phone jingles in his pocket. “Ope,” he says. That's his special ringtone. His beloved ringtone. His Kibum ringtone. He unwinds his arm from around the babe’s neck and leans back, giving them some room and some air. They probably need it after being squished against the back wall of the stage this whole time. 

“bro whered u go,” is what his husband has texted him. The babe sucks in deep breaths, wiggling their booty back against his hand. Grinning, pumping his fingers not nearly fast enough, Jinki taps the speech to text button and holds his phone up to his mouth. 

“Sorry honey I'm busy fucking some slut backstage,” he says, and hits the send button.

“That's me!” 

“That's you.” Jinki confirms their cheerful exclamation with a smile against the back of their ear. “You're the needy little slut desperate to get used by someone else's husband.”

“Gosh, yeah,” they whisper, they swallow hard, they whimper a little bit when Jinki twists his hand around to rub on their prostate. “Why’s your voice so hot?” 

“Theatre school,” Jinki replies, watching the little typing bubble on his phone.

“oh okay lmao not that i like you or anything but i didnt see you for 10 minutes and i got nervous,” Kibum texts. Jinki bites his lip, butterflies in his stomach. His husband cares about him. “the hot one with the pink hair thats been all over you all day?” Kibum texts next.

“Yeah the hot one with the pink hair that crashed during our vows,” Jinki confirms. Said hot one with the pink hair makes a little oop noise, clenching around his fingers not out of pleasure but out of surprise at getting caught. Jinki pushes them hard back up against the wall, just to punish them, just a little bit. People never expect it out of him but he's always watching. He always knows what's going on. He knew from the start that this pink slut wasn't one of Kibum’s cousin’s plus ones. It's not like he minds, but it's not like he's going to miss the opportunity to rough them up a little bit, either, not when they shudder underneath his chest.

“Tell him,” they whisper. They swallow again, clear their throat, and say louder, “tell him I say congratulations.” They look at Jinki over their shoulder, brown eyes dark and glassy, smile shaky, all genuine and earnest. Jinki smiles back. How kind. 

“They say congratulations,” he sends to Kibum, and then, “just hang on like 5 minutes I'll make them nut all over themself and then I'll be back out smiley face blue heart emoji,” he says into his phone. Speech to text doesn't register and insert the emoticon or the emoji; it just types the words out and Jinki sighs shortly. Whatever. Kibum will get it. 

“How are you going to make me nut on myself when my ween is pointing at the ground.” zit's a pout of a sentence, but a smiling pout, a mischievous one, a dare of a sentence. Jinki knows exactly what this babe wants him to do and exactly how smug they're going to be if Jinki acquiesces. 

Brats have always been his biggest weakness.

He remains silent for as long as it takes Kibum to text him back, “take your time i miss you a normal amount.” Then, smiling, shaking his head, he pulls the babe away from the wall. “I guess you have a point,” he says, and then expertly manhandles them onto their back in the sand in 5 seconds flat. He pushes their legs up so they're almost bent in half, their cock pointing right at their own face, using their pants still halfway on to hold them there. “How's this?” he asks.

They blink up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, to stunned to react. Just like Jinki likes his sluts to be. 

He makes them nut, cleans them up, and gets back to his husband even faster than he promised.

~

Swimmy in his brain. Grumbly in his tummy. Giggly in his throat. Floaty in his body. But also bumpy in his body. Probably because his body is slung over Jonghyun’s shoulders as they walk back home.

“Fighting evil by moonlight… winning love by daylight… never running from a real fight…! She is the one named Sailor Boob.” Taemin cracks himself up, snorting into laughter, grinning into Jonghyun’s elbow. Sailor Boob. Jonghyun is laughing too, his quiet chuckles warm in Taemin’s ears.

“How did you even get this drunk?” A strong hand, Minho’s hand, cups his jaw and wipes away a line of drool that Taemin didn't know was there. He tries to follow and slobber all over Minho but all he gets for his efforts is a pinch on his cheek. Acceptable. “All they had was champagne and watered down little cocktails. You're not that much of a lightweight.”

His giggles ramp up into full laughter, snorting and hiccuping, before he composes himself into his regular poise and dignity. Jonghyun hikes him up into a better position on his back. “I blowjobbed the bartender’s dick and he gave me big boy juice,” he announces proudly. 

“Fuck yeah dude,” Jonghyun announces into the night sky. “That's my little gremlin.”

That's Taemin. He's the little gremlin. He's the little gremlin and Jonghyun is proud of him.

“Taem, you shouldn't have sex with people just to get things from them,” Minho scolds. “You're such a menace.”

That's also Taemin. Taemin is also a menace and Minho is disappointed in him. Warm in his heart. He couldn't be happier.

~

$75 donation to the newlyweds from: Choi Minho

Hello. Congratulations on your marriage. I saw at your wedding the sign stating that all wedding crashers owed you $25. Attached is the donation covering me and my two boyfriends that came with me. I wish for happiness in your future.

ps I'm at that club every other friday 

$50 donation to the newlyweds from: Jonghyun (the babe you fingered behind the stage) uwu

hiiiiii congratulations again :) your wedding was so pretty and i could feel the radiance of your love from up on the boardwalk!! i hope you feel the same warmth you felt looking at each other today for as long as is comfortable for you both!! may your friendship always remain strong!! also here's my number in case you ever want a slut to play with ;) 525-0408

$420.69 donation to the newlyweds from: fucklordsupreme imdrinkhehehe

hey happy you got marred yur party is rly fun I dont get love stuf but you to look happy really hapy nd I hope you stay thatway and als o if u dont thats okie if u get dirvced then thats just failgay rppresentition (tit) and I think we need more of that but dont get divvvvorced just bc of that only if u want to or for thebdrama ofit but I ho pe u dont do that bc you two look rly happy and I likie that/.....,..also one f you fuckied my bf last week and then I think one of u is fuckieng my other boyfrend rn and I like thatt too bc I like them and they deserv getting LAID so ty for doing thatfor them nd I hope both of u know that bothoff you do sex w other peple bc oherwise thats kind of awkward but tahts aso yuour problem notnmine but nahyway heres some moeny to buy smthng cool for ur happy govt recognititiotn (tit) ceremony and also bc I did somethnig with somenoeno\\\\s omeone but im not going to tell u what is it bc im not a snitch but dont worryr about it but monie shd cover the tab so heres moneynd ur welcome goob night happy married 6v6

[sanstropfremir]

hi hellooo pleasure to be here again!! i have come to rant

so last night i went a bit through your blog because i vaguely remembered that at some point there was a conversation about "stage presence" and how only kpoppies give a shit about it. and i found some asks from last year about this youtuber who made like a whole classification on stage presence with all this masculine overt dominant whatever categories. and i was mindblown because just yesterday i got recommended one of their videos and i was watching that stuff like wtf. that took me back to my early kpop days (which is like 2018 lol) when i also discovered the term stage presence and i thought i did something. anyway

i actually came here to talk about shinee's recent comeback!! from the little i've seen, there's some beef among shawols regarding wether shinee is really "shinee" anymore and i've seen some people saying they've unstanned bc of hard. like you do you ig

i've been thinking that i genuinely like the song, but indeed it doesn't have that classic shinee vibe. (also satellite best bside???) to me it's just like taemin key onew and minho got together to sing a song, but it's not "shinee" per se. and that's okay.

regarding performances i only watched the studio choom dance version and tbh for the first time in my limited shinee eras knowledge i thought that minho takes the cake for this one. idk if it's the fact that he's more stereotipically masculine (or at least coming across that way) or what, but honestly his part in the second chorus is my favorite. key is second favorite and again his part in the last chorus suits him a lot imo especially with the different choreo for it. as for taemin i'm glad he's bringing his poppiest pops forward because i swear i feels like that man's bones are snapping inside his body but other than that honestly i don't think he's enjoying this era too much fdjdvscg

hi hello again!!!

alksdjflksdafj not that youtuber again....they're a fucking plague i need them to read a fucking book for the love of god. just so profoundly uninformed, its mind boggling.

i've seen variations of this take since before the song even came out and honestly? i don't agree. you can not like the song for any number of reasons but the fact of the matter is that it IS a shinee song. what makes a shinee song is that it's their voices. that's all that makes a shinee song. for a group that has an extended history of genre experimentation, for fans to get mad or say it's "not them" when they DO do something experimental is cowardly and embarrassing. just admit that you don't like the song and move on. there will be a time when EVERY artist you love makes something that you don't. that's fine and normal. don't hide behind incorrect assertions like "it's an nct reject" or that it doesn't sound like them. they're artists that still want to explore and grow and they have agency to do that. it's not a failing to admit that you don't like something that your faves made, and i also think it's rude and denies them identity and agency to say that 'it doesn't sound like them', especially with this particular group.

personally what i think people are subconsciously getting at when they say a song doesnt sound like shinee is that it sounds incomplete because it's missing a voice. the same discourse circled around with dcm came out and people are not acknowledging that shinee is never going to sound the same as they did pre 2017 (2018 technically bc jonghyun's voice is still on tsol). they just aren't. the chemical makeup of the melodies is going to be different forever and people need to acknowledge and accept that. the four of them are doing their best to fill in that hole and theyre doing a great job, but there is still a hole.

[abodgre]

Are there trans guys that get obsessed with idols from the younger generations or are we all desperately clinging to the same emo boys from 2003-2012?

[euphoria-looney]

Thank you... for playing with me.

Batfam x F!Reader Squid Game AU

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"Hyeya, how are you trying to leave me? You mercilessly say goodbye with those smiling eyes. Killing me and taking my breath away. The happiness that melody once gave us is still so bright. Please don't leave me, don't leave me" 'Y Si Fuera Ella' by Jonghyun (SHINee).

Divider Creds: @cafekitsune and @k1ssyoursister

It was too late, she was nothing but anther body covered in blood. All those false promises of getting her out of there were for nothing.

Barbara stopped typing for a moment. Was it even worth it now? The silence from the intercom was deafening.

Until a static cut it.

“How close are we from finding the destination?”

“A minute”

She said out loud, It's a little sad now. She was so close yet so far if [name] had held out for a few more minutes.

“Then we’ll have to get a move on.”

“This is the game place, it's giving me the creeps.” Stephanie shuttered, they finally managed to find the damn place and two were left uninformed that someone who resided among them once was dead.

“You can say that again, I think what sucks even more than that though is the amount of people we lost, damn Court of the Owls…” Cassandra followed, then finally finished their section of searching for people and headed back to the main room.

“Find anything?” Bruce asked. The others seemed tense, he did, too, but he always did. That's if you didn't know him very well. His kids, on the other hand, raised an eyebrow.

“No… I heard [name] was here. I hope she's recovering well. Can we visit her?”

"About that, there's no way to say this, [name]'s dead."

Sometimes it was hard for Jason to sleep with all his trauma keeping him up at night.

Sometimes he’d walk to the manor kitchen if that night he decided to stay the night, maybe grab a glass of water, and hope that would calm his nerves.

Sometimes he'd see [name] there, she always looked in a daze and wouldn’t notice him.

Sometimes he'd want to talk to her.

But he’d never go for it, as he was tired, and she was a daughter of the woman who took advantage of Bruce.

Today, he decided to go for it, just his luck, she was right there.

He approached and tapped her on her shoulder, and before she could turn around-

His alarm went off.

It’s been a month since he has seen her alive. To be fair, though, he could visit her every day if he wanted to; her gravestone won’t be moving anytime soon, and neither would she.

Jason sat up and rubbed his eyes,  he looked around and nothing had changed. If anything everyday was normal, a quiet house as you’d imagine vigilantes don’t make that much sound and it’s ingrained in them, making it the norm for their gothic mansion to be silent.

But just a few years ago would he wake up, not from his alarm but rather the sound of a girl running up and down and making something in the kitchen, and while it should have made him a little annoyed, he felt at peace at times, maybe this is what a normal life would be like, waking up to go to school rather than suiting up and making sure that Gotham was safe.

And so the first month without it, weird but whatever. A year, used to the silence now. Now, three years later. Why, he can’t help but miss it.

As he finally made up his mind to get his day started he passed the family portrait, but she wasn't there, he never minded before, so today should be no different…  at least it should be.

He couldn’t be melodramatic, though; he couldn’t just pass her room and reminisce about false memories as she was hidden away in that lousy guest room, out of sight, out of mind.

For once, he decided that he’d go to that hallway, to the room, and take a peek.

Stumbling on Dick he seemed to have just crashed at her room since no one was occupying it.

The room wasn’t dirty or dusty, it just seemed empty. Alfred always made sure that every room was clean, even if it’s empty or unused.

Dick had always prided himself on being the most reliable sibling, he always tried to make sure to be on top of things, which sometimes led to overworking himself.

Sometimes, getting coffee from the kitchen would be his routine.

Sometimes he’d spot [name] also grabbing a cup of coffee, typing away on her old, broken laptop.

Sometimes he would want to offer to go and hang out to buy a new one, but… she’d probably put up a front of being a broke, struggling girl.

Besides, he’s busy; after all, he came for only one purpose, and being sidetracked would not help.

Now, while he’s grabbing coffee, there would be no girl stressed over normal stuff, typing away on her crumbling laptop and so focused in.

Maybe, if he had just said something to her, maybe he would’ve gotten over this misdirected hatred, that was never even there.

He still felt conflicted at this new development with [name] being dead and all, and once again overworked himself, out of pure curiosity, he went to her room and could only stare at how sad it looked, no decorations or traits that even implied someone lived there.

Collapsing onto her small bed he had let his tiredness take over holding onto the one thing she did leave behind, a stuffed llama, she had to sew it back together a couple of times after Damian would ruin it and eventually just left it.

Now it’s cotton stuffed insides emptied, and its once pink clean coat is stained as if left on the ground and stepped on.

It was the first and last thing her mother and Bruce had gotten her together, it’s the only connection she had to this family.

So now, blinking open his eyes, he picked up the llama that seemed to bore it’s beady eyes at him as he stared back only to leave soon after and catch a glimpse of Damian and Titus at the family couch, Titus sitting next to Damian let out a bark acknowledging Dick making Damian turn over to look at him.

That’s right, Dick always made excuses for Damian didn’t he?

He’s nothing more than a sad excuse for a big brother, huh [name]?

Damian had this problem of collecting animals like he was a Disney princess, that, and the fact that he felt proud that he had the Wayne flowing through him, making him the actual son of Bruce Wayne, and is the current Robin.

Sometimes he’d go past the kitchen.

Sometimes he’d see [name] making herself something to eat.

And from what he heard from the story’s told by the others she was just like her mother, a gold digging girl.

That made him upset in some way that they shared the same blood, and while she got everything and still wanted more he was different in that spectrum, he had a hard childhood, and is still unable to reach that level of having a normal one.

In some moments, though, he would see this scene and wonder about what-ifs.

What if she could’ve just been content with her life and not been greedy?

What if they bonded and she showed him what a normal life would be like?

But those what-ifs never went into action.

Depending on how upset he was, he’d maybe take action on blowing off some steam, and last time he checked, he didn’t get punished, is it that bad?

Sometimes, maybe Bruce would try to say something, but he knew that someone would come to his defense.

As he sat on the couch, it seemed Titus was starting to get hungry, and he knew Titus was not one to wait, and headed to the kitchen.

There he saw Tim staring off into [name]’s empty hallway, more like a guest hallway.

Tim has always prided himself on being at least what he thinks is the smartest. He knew his way through technology and was clever.

However, he could never understand [name].

For someone who was always ungrateful, why did she look so… pitiful?

It was in those moments that he would see her.

Sometimes he’d be tired from a long day and want to just slam himself onto his bed.

Sometimes, while heading to his room, he’d see [name].

Those memories never stuck with him, though, as they were more like fleeting moments that he now could only look back on.

Walking across the hallway, he saw Duke.

Duke… Well, he didn’t know you, but to be fair, who did? He never spoke about you, nothing good, nothing bad.

The first time he did, it was to defend you on why you were here; he had talked to you once or twice before getting snatched by someone else, so, no, he didn’t know you… But if you gave him a bit more time.

Maybe he could’ve.

There are many things he could’ve done in his life. Once he did speak to [name].

“Why look back on something you can’t change? That’s something many people tell you, but it’s hard, isn’t it?” She tilted her head; she wasn’t smiling, but she wasn’t trying to be rude either.

He wasn’t sure what led up to this moment on how they were able to talk but they did and that question stuck with him.

And now he can’t help but wonder, could you also be referring to how they treated you in the manor?

Blaming you for your mother's actions?

He headed off to the garden, where you once had grown these flowers, and now Alfred took care of them, but some, unluckier than others, wilted.

Flowers are not needy things, they just require little attention to live and survive.

He stumbled onto Barbara, who held a wilted purple hyacinth.

Barbara, never in her million years, would take the time to stop and smell the flowers with the amount of responsibilities she has, on top of the ones she puts on herself.

But it was [name]’s garden she was in, and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to take some time for herself.

Entering in this ethereal place that seemed out of place compared to the rest of the house it wasn’t terrible, and somehow some were still alive.

The place was out of a fantasy novel, especially with conditions Gotham is in, flowers, plants, even a huge cherry blossom tree, and a bonsai tree were there in an arranged circular way with the center bring marble with a supplies there are right next to the podium that had sunlight shining directly on it.

Purple Hyacinths

Meaning: Regret 

Below that was the description on how that flower got its meaning from a Greek story but Barbara stopped reading the rest of it but mainly focused on the meaning.

Regret, it’s a terrible emotion.

It could be missing a single item from your bag and having to go back and get it, but for Barbara, she had too many regrets to just focus on one. Until [name]’s death, she had been the one tracking the location, so she thought maybe they’d make it in time; she hadn’t known that the last time she would see [name], it would be a corpse rather than alive.

Not like that had made any difference, as when she was still alive, she still treated her like she was 6 feet under already, so why had it mattered now? Was it guilt? Was it sadness?

Was it regret?

All she could take away was that her younger sister, whom she never gave an effort to care about, was now dead; she was dead with no one by her side to mourn her death, except after her death.

It wasn’t fair, and it would never be.

She walked up to a book crate that was under the bonsai tree.

[Name]’s plant and journey entries, starring my plants!!! 

This was the most recent book.

“Today I checked up on my new plant… It’s a Hyacinth! Not just any, but a purple one. I’m hoping this one grows really huge. Another addition to the never-ending collection. Even though I’m graduating this year, it feels like just yesterday when I started this little green house of mine. I’ll be turning 18 this year, hopefully that doesn’t change anything. It’s still been years since anyone from this house has made proper conversation with me, hopefully that means they’ll also forget that I live here and let me mooch off them a wee bit more.

I know that sounds bad but with the amount of money I’ve been raking up from the part time job I’ve had since freshman year would probably last a good year at home, hopefully if I go to a college that provides dorms, or at least a cheap price for them. 

I think that’s enough ranting for now, my hand is starting to cramp with the amount of writing that I’m doing.

Love,

{name}

It seemed that [name] either didn’t feel the need to pack anything from her garden with her before getting kicked out, except a cactus.

Barbara remembered her leaving with that.

But everything else, including her journals, all her plants, was left, discarded.

She may have seen Alfred in here once or twice a month but even then he’s a busy man, the only servant of the Wayne house, surely it’s hard enough taking care of their needs on top of some plants.

Everybody has their unique handwriting, and Barbara couldn’t help but admire hers.

She set the book down where it was originally, looking around again to see a withered flower.

“Today I checked up on my new plant… It’s a Hyacinth! Not just any, but a purple one. I’m hoping this one grows really huge. “

That’s right, this was new, wasn’t it?

Now all she held up was a flower that should be thrown away, she admired it, it was more like a weed than a flower. Meaning it had withered long ago.

However, it contrasts with the blue flowers next to it.

Forget Me Nots

Meaning: Never be forgotten

Dusting off her clothes, be left [name]’s once sanctuary and headed off.

“You won’t forget me, will you? I’ve always wanted to have a playdate with you…

Barbara.”

Barbara hurriedly turned around and somehow a Forget Me Not was in front of her, the rest were all in the same place they usually were.

She picked it up and grazed a petal.

Before feeling a tear slide down her cheek, the rest did not follow.

“Of course not, how could I ever forget?”

Speaking of flowers, wasn’t Cassandra buying some flowers right about now?

Cassandra had a knack at reading how people felt, it was quite easy as their body language gave it away.

Either she never cared enough to see [name]’s or the fact that she never gave off any sort of sign.

“Ma’am?”

Cassandra looked up at the florist.

“Any specific flowers you are looking for?”

Now, back to reality, Cassandra took a deep breath and scanned over the flowers in the shop. She had no clue what to get you… Did you like daisies? Maybe sunflowers? 

“Do you have any recommendations? I lost someone close to me, and I have no idea what to get her.”

“Another one in these streets, ay?” The florist tried to make small talk, but it seemed Cassandra was still in a daze, so she left her alone and started wrapping a bouquet for her.

Cassandra was born to be made a weapon, a hard tear-jerker kind of story that she tries not to dwell on, and meeting Bruce Wayne had been one of the best things she’d have to say that had happened in her life.

He wasn’t her dad, but he was, and didn’t mind that, and through him she had more family members that she would ever want, but it seems she enjoyed it.

“32.67, ma’am.” She took out her wallet and gave the florist $50, grabbing the flowers, leaving the rest of the change.

Irises. Did you like Iris? You always were there, and then you weren’t, you weren’t watering your garden anymore, you weren’t cooking something that she’d once or twice take a few bites of without anyone knowing, and you weren’t dancing to songs anymore.

She wondered if she had a normal life, would you do ballet with her?

Sometimes, she would take sneak peaks at you when you’d do ballet.

Her favorite was when you do ‘La Esmeralda: Variation’ she loved that version the most even if it was super popular but you couldn’t blame her, it wasn’t just a form of dancing it was an art, it was graceful, and enjoyed each tap that sounded on the tambourine and the fluid motions that [name] seemed to express.

Sometimes she would worry when [name] collapsed before getting up once again. At times, she’d want to stop you, but retreat before even approaching you.

A sound of the phone ringing snapped her out of daydreaming.

“Hey, you coming soon?” Stephanie softly spoke into the phone. It seemed that she hadn’t arrived at their destination not too long ago.

“Yeah, just picked up the flowers.” Stephanie hung up after they said their byes and stared at the view in front of her. It was spring, and the new flowers that blossomed off the trees were detaching off allowing her to admire the petals that decorate [name]’s tomb.

When was the last time they spoke in a normal, positive light?

She kneeled and repositioned [name]s’ outdated photo frame, and stared at it for a good second before brushing some dirt off the stone.

“It’s been a few months hasn’t it? I would have never imagined to see you like this, you were always such a hard worker. Cass is coming soon, so you won’t be too lonely anymore.” she heard footsteps approaching and saw Jason coming which had mildly surprised her.

“Almost thought you were Cass for a second.”

“She could only wish she were as cool as I.”

“How is Bruce holding up?”

“I’m not sure.”

“You know this isn’t healthy.”

Bruce didn’t direct his attention to the voice,

The voice that haunts him.

“I’m not real, and the more that I stick around, the more it’ll negatively affect you. Just give it up. I’m dead.” The ghostly figure got up and looked around the room.

“It must’ve been nice, you know, to see me shot dead.”

“It wasn’t.” His throat bobbed as he swallowed.

“Very convincing, your voice, that tone, it definitely made me believe you.” The entity mocked.

“So now what, you’re just going to keep hallucinating me talking to you? C’mon, you’re the Batman, losing one illegitimate kid won’t kill you, and besides, it’s not like you tried to be a good father in the first place, why try now when the corpse is already frozen.”

That’s right, isn’t it, you were dead and he was breathing, alive, warm.

“Should I call you Bruce? You never liked being my father.” She circled his chair, fading in and out of the room.

“Master Bruce, you should get some rest, it’s not good to overwork yourself, the case over… well, it’s over take a breather before another one.” Alfred approached, ushering him to his room.

As he settled into his bed, leaving him once again with himself and a voice and figure that resembled his lovely, dead daughter. 

“If you’re not real, then could you at least stay with me a little longer?”

“Sure.”

[END]

Sorry if this wasn't the final part you wanted, but I'll be honest and say I didn't know how else to add another part. Astro will definitely have more lore and parts, because... well,l our MC is alive in that universe, so stay tuned for that.

I think I'll be doing a rewrite of SMM, which no one asked for, and then I'll try to start working on my WSMCBH. I have the plot for the next chapter yet every time I seem to try and write something my mind goes blank, anyway, YIPPIE school's almost out!!

Taglist time! ❤

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I think that's everyone who wanted to be tagged. I hope I didn't spell any words wrong and tag the wrong person.

Any mistakes, plot holes, corrections, and especially interactions mainly comments are appreciated!!!

Also realized @k1ssyoursister literally has DC divider so will be using those soon 👏😏👏

[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.”

—

[sweetheartsaku]

(BLLK) LOVE BELT.

𝜗𝜚 BLUE LOCK VARIOUS: MYOSOTIS (FORGET ME NOT).

a/n: [fem!reader] AHHHHH FIRST BLLK POST!!!!! LASTEST FIXTATION!!!! hopefully not too ooc huhu, hope pt1-ers find pt2~

— characters: isagi, kunigami, nagi, reo

part two ! ♡ chigiri, rin, bachira

isagi yoichi ; love belt - jonghyun, yunha

ties your shoes for you!!!!! doesn't care if it holds back the group or how long it makes them stop for. double knot, never too tight (the occasional times my guy friends tie my laces i swear i lose circulation in my feet 😔).

embodiment of a beabadoobee song! hes such a sweetheart (apart from on the field) n' kisses you lightly on the corner of your lips or on your eyelid, holds you a little higher than your hip and hugs you with his arms supporting your back from beneath.

your mama loves him more than you do, i fear (ᵕ—ᴗ—) bro fr pulled up to your house with a rose for your mama and a mug for your dad, because who is he to pull up to his girlfriend's house without gifts for your parents? (with intentions of getting to know what they're like so the wedding goes smooth) how can you expect your mama not to fall for him after he offers to help wash the dishes?

learns all the little things you like, has a note on his phone with your fruit tea and coffee order. knows what type of materials you like, especially to the girls who have sensory issues 🫡. he always has you in mind, buying hoodies and shirts that not only he likes, but you like

in conclusion, spectacular gimme 14 more of em'

kunigami rensuke ; no. 1 party anthem - arctic monkeys

ALWAYS THE FIRST TO INITIATE. always plans dates first. has anniversary ideas months prior. he has your order memorized and makes sure the date won't ruin your latest set of nails.

holds your leg when you bounce it ! very worried when you do. always looks around for a little. is it cold? are there weird guys?

he's so boyfriend i just wanna kiss him, tells you to wear whatever you want because he can fight (#needthat)! kunigami one of the most boyfriend in the show pre wildcard! ദ്ദി(•̀ ᴗ - ) ☆

do you guys know that trend when there's a girl then her boyfriend comes in and swoops her away (or is it just me HELP hopefully i don't sound crazy)?? but he does it so effortlessly omg. didn’t spend that long in the gym for nothing

mornings are the hardest because his diligence and discipline for the gym are out of the roof. but he’s not completely heartless! kunigami feels really bad as you sleep uncomfortably without him, tossing and turning just missing the grasp that once held you. worst bit is when you wake up the same time as him, but you’re a lot sleepier, resulting in you weakly catching his wrist. breaks his heart whenever he has to go and presses a chaste kiss to your temple >3<

holds your waist on public transport. smells like axe body spray /hj

nagi seishirou ; no one noticed - the marías

BLANKET HOG!!!!!! unfortunately, you're always cold because sometimes you can find yourself freezing your toes off in the middle of the night because this little sloth feeds off warmth. if not wrapping the entire blanket around himself, is practically on top of you with his nose nestled in the crook of your neck and his lips basically on your collarbone as you run your hands through white locks (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

fiddles with the hem of your shirt or loose drawstrings on your pants. his hand in the pocket nearest to your butt, fidgets with your rings and knows which ones go on which finger by heart.

very very very immersed when you paint your nails or get them done. but nagi takes a good 5 minutes to stare at them (especially if there's charms on them) and a girl would be confused. but in reality, he just really likes them (but, he'd prefer if they'd run through his hair instead).

doesn't get the stuff on tall shelves on purpose SUPER SENIOR ALERT WEE WOO WEEWOO!!!!!!! either because its "too much of a hassle" or because he wants to get a reaction out of you (cruel)

falls asleep in movies sooo quickly its adorable. 30 minutes into the movie his head is on your shoulder. scared, due to his tall nature that he'd get neck pain when he wakes up, you have to gently pat him awake (੭˃ᴗ˂)੭ and he'll ask you to carry him (???)

reo mikage ; love maze - BTS

zip up your jackets, wraps your scarves. holds your hands when your cold and rubs them with his!!!!

reo's favourite place to kiss you is your hand. craves the intimacy of it all. as his princess what the hell are you doing without a kiss to your hand before every door you open? (you don't remember the last time you opened a door before you started dating reo)

apart from the soccer club, most likely plays in a band as well. occasional school-related gigs here and there and a few enjoyable get-togethers with his friends to just play whatever. watch his performances! (SOOO cheesy!!!! says "this is for you, [name]" before he starts his pasilyo cover.)

cooks' breakfast on hard weeks. when everything seems to be falling apart, your boyfriend will always be there to help you pick up the pieces, even if it's just the little things. when you're sick GYATT DAHH will you be feeling better in days!!!!! he'll keep distance but won't hesitate to move a strand of hair from your mouth as he spoon feeds you or place the back of his hand on your forehead. but also, doesn't mind being sick if it meant you were ok.

promise rings promise rings promise rings. did i mention promise rings? its either the crazy big, expensive diamond or a simple one in silver that has his initial on the inside <33

[letsbangts]

end of a day || jjk

⤷ summary: when the day tries to weigh you two down you both are there to lift each other up

⟶ pairing: jungkook x reader

⟶ word count: 1.1k

⟶ genre: angst, fluff, established relationship au

⟶ content: boyfriend!jk, stress, crying, & a comforting koo

⟶ warnings: none

↬ a/n: inspired by one of my all time favourite p.s the italics are the song lyrics & as always let me know what you think i really appreciate feedback :) recommend a song if you’d like and i’ll write a scenario with it like i did with this song! angel xoxo

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hold out your hand, wrap it around my neck a little below, massage my shoulders at the end of a tiring day, even if the sun has already come up i’m finally closing my eyes

Sometimes it can feel like there are too many hours in a day. The day has been going on for too long. A day where life felt a bit too hard, the world got a bit too busy, got a bit too heavy and decided to lay its weight upon your shoulders and your heart. A day when all you needed was a hand to reach out to you. It was one of those days for you today, a day that is finally coming to a close as you see the sun going down on the horizon, as you make your way back home, ready to shut your eyes. Home. The place you could not reach any quicker. It is not the four walls you are racing to arrive at, but to him, as he is your true home.

i close the door to my day later than others playfully tickle my earlobe because even though we’ve been in different worlds all day we always end the day together

You enter your house and close the door, closing the door to your day as well. Many others have probably long ago retired from their day before you. You hear the clicking of a mouse, an all too familiar sound to you, almost a reassuring sound. And that is when you knew, although you were both in two completely different worlds the whole day, your day was as draining as his. As you walk in and turn to see Jungkook’s tired face and slumped figure still working away, illuminated by his monitor screen, you realize his day has been just as long as yours. Seeing him released all the pressure off your shoulders, and you can almost sigh in relief, knowing the two of you can end your day together as always.

your small shoulders, your small hands become my cozy blanket at the end of a tiring day

For some reason, seeing Jungkook today, maybe because of the stress or exhaustion, whatever it is, the second you see him, a welling feeling emerges in your chest.

“Kook?” your voice shakes out.

Jungkook turns his head, not noticing your presence before being absorbed in his work, only ready to go to bed as soon as he’s pleased with his edit.

“Hmm?” as he turns his head, his glasses reflect the glare caught from the screen.

You make eye contact, and he watches as you approach him. As you walk closer to him, he immediately wheels back his chair from the desk, making space for you. He opens his arms when he sees your quivering lips and watery eyes, pulling you onto his lap. He wraps his arms around your small shoulders, your small hands clutch onto his shirt as you cry into him.

With your face buried in his chest, you stain his shirt with your tears, shedding your day. He rubs your back, letting you release all the feelings you’ve pent up for hours. He is silent as he embraces you until you hear him let out a deep sigh himself, and you suddenly feel like you are comforting him at the same time. For the first time in your day, you finally take a breath of relief and can relax, while Jungkook seems to be doing the same.

you did a good job today, you worked so hard i hope my shoulders and my thick hands will become cozy comfort for the end of your tiring day as well

Jungkook pats your head with his thick hands, probably stiff from all the clicking and typing the diligent work he always puts into everything.

“It’s okay. You did a good job today. You worked so hard, I know you did,” Jungkook soothes you with a gentle voice.

You sniffle and pull back to look up at him. You remove his glasses from his face and place them on his desk. You look into his eyes, red with dark bags underneath them, as he stares back at yours, red and filled with tears.

You blanked out as you admired him, filling yourself with the warmth of satisfaction you get from simply being with him.

i want to naturally sync my breathing with yours  like water in a bathtub that wraps around you with no space left i wanna warmly hold you without any space left

You want to end your day with Jungkook. Merge yourself with him—his breathing, heartbeat, movements—with Jungkook’s everything, his very being.

“I missed you,” you say to him, “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” he replies, hugging you tighter.

“You must have had quite a day, too. I shouldn’t be crying on you like this,” you laugh at your selfishness as you wipe away your tears, not wanting to burden him with your tears.

at the end of my day, filled with awkward mistakes you, my prize, are waiting for me i can’t cry all I want or even laugh all I want at the end of a tiring day but still, if I’m next to you like a child, I can whine and then laugh till I run out of breath i’m not used to seeing myself like this

He takes your face into his hands, cupping your cheeks, his thumbs rubbing them back and forth. His gaze is loving as he says, “No matter what kind of day I have, one filled with accomplishments or one filled with mistakes, once we come together, my day can never end on a bad note. You are my prize. You being here with me is all the reassurance I need to know I can get through this day, the next, and any more that may come. I may be one to suppress my feelings and not express myself fully. I don’t cry or laugh as often as I should. But at the end of a tiring day, I know if I’m next to you, you will let me whine like a child and then you’ll have me laughing until I’m out of breath. And it still surprises me after all these years with you seeing myself like that.”

You glide your hands up to his neck and pull him in for a kiss so deep that it feels like the two of you become one, breaths intertwined.

Sometimes it can feel like there are too many hours in a day. The day has been going on for too long. But right now, you realize there can never be enough hours in a day for you when you are with Jungkook. So the day can go on for as long as it wants because no matter how long it is you can make it through knowing that at the end of the day, you will return to Jungkook.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

you did a good job today, you worked so hard you are my prize

[weirdkpopgirl]

Depressed | Dream Reaction #15 (hyung line)

Reaction: when their gf is falls into depression

Genre: angst, hurt/comfort

Warnings: mentions of reader being depressed, dark thoughts, self-harm, insecurities, all the fun stuff. please do not read if any of these topics trigger you.

Word Count: ~3k

Author's Note: it has been so long since i last posted a reaction for 7dream 😭. honestly i've been running out of ideas for them, so that's why. and i know i've written things with similar topics to this one, but i wanted to write something specifically for depression. the reason for this being that i was struggling a lot recently, but i am doing better now. still, my hope is that i can offer some comfort to those of you who might be experiencing this or something similar. thank you for reading ^ ^

here is the maknae-line version if you'd like to read it!

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mark 

The faint lights of the city cast fleeting shadows across Mark’s face as his head rested against the window of his manager’s car. His fingers idly scrolled through Instagram to make the time pass a little faster. Absentmindedly, he moved to his message section to look through his friends’ notes. He stopped when he came across yours—  which had “Lonely” by Jonghyun and Taeyeon playing.

Mark frowned, as he listened to the chorus part of the song you had chosen. It gnawed at him, realizing this wasn’t the first time you had picked a gloomy track recently. Over the past few weeks, your song choices had felt like little cries for help, subtle yet piercing. 

Unable to brush it off this time, Mark asked his manager to drop him off at your place instead. His manager shot him a skeptical glance through the rearview mirror. But when he realized through Mark’s concerned expression that this was serious, he allowed Mark to type in your address into the GPS. Your place wasn’t far from their current route anyway.

The car soon pulled up in front of your apartment building. Mark thanked his manager before stepping out, pulling his hood over his head and slipping on a mask to ward off the cold and any unwanted attention. In the three months you and Mark had been together, your secret relationship had managed to stay under the radar—  unnoticed by any news outlets. 

Mark let himself in, a small smile tugging at his lips as he recalled how touched he’d been when you told him the passcode was his birthday. The serene darkness of your apartment greeted him as he pushed the door open and removed his shoes at the entryway. His eyes were immediately drawn to the only visible light from the left side as he turned down the hallway. A soft glow emanated from your bedroom, urging his feet to move instinctively in that direction.

He approached cautiously, peeking inside to find you lying atop your double bed, the navy blue comforter from your childhood spread beneath you. Your purple earbuds were in, and your eyes were fixed on the ceiling with a faraway emptiness in your expression. The absence of the light he was so used to seeing in you twisted his heart.

“(Y/n),” he called out. However, you didn’t notice his presence until he stepped closer to your bedside.

Surprised, you blinked and turned your head toward him. Removing one earbud, you simply looked at him with something deeper than exhaustion.

Mark sat on the edge of your bed. “Are you listening to your sad playlist again?”

You silently handed him your phone, the Spotify screen confirming his suspicions. 92 songs, 6 hours’ worth of Korean music designed to pull you deeper into your somber mood. 

After removing your second earbud and placing it in its charging case, you move to sit up. But Mark gently stopped you, resting a hand on your shoulder before lowering himself onto the bed to lie beside you. Once you were settled in his arms he asked, “Are you okay?”

Half of him expected you to lie and say you were fine. His mind was already running with responses to persuade you to be honest about what you were feeling to him.

The defensive wall that usually kept you guarded wasn’t there tonight. You simply didn’t have the energy to be the strong person you wanted Mark to see.

“No… I’m not,” you whispered, your voice trembling as Mark noticed the tears beginning to well in your eyes.

In a moment of slight panic, he gently cupped the right side of your face, catching the tears before they could fall. “Hey, hey, I’m here. It’s alright. You don’t have to explain right now.”

That was all it took before you buried your face in his chest, his hoodie muffling the quiet sobs that escaped you.

Mark had so much he wanted to say right now. He wanted to reassure you that he’d be there when you were ready to talk, that you didn’t have to push him away when you were hurting, and that you weren’t alone in the storm you felt trapped in.

But for the time being, he held you closer, his hand rubbing small, soothing circles on your back. He could feel your grip on his shirt tighten, a silent plea for comfort. Words could wait.

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renjun 

During a ten-minute break called by their choreographer, Renjun pulled out his phone, hoping to see a message from you. Daily texts have become a comforting routine in your relationship. While Renjun didn’t always show it, your little check-ins added more warmth to his life, especially on the colder days. However, your messages have become less frequent lately.

Sitting on the sofa, he started at the most recent text you had sent when he was practicing with the guys. It was brief, a little too brief, considering how cheerful your messages used to be.

| Hope your day is going well. Don’t skip dinner after practice, okay?

No pet names, no emoticons. Not that you used them all the time, but Renjun still noticed the lack of them. Your texts themselves weren't what set off his alarm bells, it was the subtle changes in you. Similar to you, he was also observant and had picked up on your quieter demeanor, the weaker tone in words, and the way your laughter didn’t quite reach your eyes anymore.

Renjun knew you struggled with depression in the past, but you had assured him you were better now. He believed you then, but now… he sensed something had shifted.

A heavy sigh left him as he brushed his hair back with a shaky hand. He wasn’t in the best mental place himself, though he had made significant progress this month, thanks to the support from you and his members. Still, your recent distance was weighing on him, and he knew that he had to confront you about it tonight.

He showed up at your doorstep an hour and a half later, catching you off guard by your boyfriend’s sudden appearance.

“Renjun? I thought you had practice late tonight.”

Hesitating to answer immediately, his eyes locked onto yours for a long moment. Finally, he spoke softly. “Can we talk?”

The vulnerability in his tone instantly made you concerned, and you stepped back to let him inside. 

“Yeah, of course. Are you okay?” you asked, shutting the door behind him as he swapped his shoes for the slippers you kept for him. “Did something happen at practice? Did you get another sasaeng call?”

A rush of mixed emotions swept through Renjun—grateful that you instinctively cared about him, yet saddened that you seemed to prioritize his well-being over your own.

“No, it’s not that. I’m just… worried about you,” he said slowly.

You froze for a moment, then attempted to smile. “What? Jun, there’s no reason to worry about me. I’m–” 

“Please, don’t lie and tell me you’re fine,” he interrupted gently, but firmly. “Not when you’ve been acting differently and avoiding real conversations with me. I know the signs, (Y/n)—  you can’t hide from me.”

The way he called you out made you pause, and your built-up resistance began to dissipate. Renjun knew just how self-aware you were.

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” you sighed, gesturing for him to sit down. 

Nodding, he followed you into the living room, where the two of you sat on your couch, your knees lightly touching.

Looking into his pretty, earnest eyes, you parted your lips to speak. “The truth is, I haven’t been doing that great. There’s some family stuff that’s been stressing me out lately.”

Renjun listened intently as you finally opened up about your struggles over the past few weeks. When you finished, he reached out for your hand, his eyes brimming with emotion as he fought to hold back tears.

“Love, why did you wait so long to tell me?”

“Because you don’t need this right now,” you explained quietly, your shoulders starting to tremble. “You’re already dealing with so much, Jun. I didn’t want to bring you down even more.”

Renjun gently cupped your hand in both of his, his thumb softly brushing over your knuckles as he looked at you with a mix of concern and tenderness.

“(Y/n),” he said, his voice steady but filled with emotion. “I want to be there for you, just like you’ve been for me. You don’t have to carry this alone. I care about you more than anything, and whatever you're going through, we face it together. You don’t have to protect me from your pain. I’m here to share it, all of it.”

His sweet words stirred something deep within you, a warmth that brought tears to your eyes. You blinked them back, swallowing the emotion.

“I love you,” you whispered, making him smile.

He squeezed your hand reassuringly. “I love you too. Please, don’t hide from me. I’m not going anywhere, I promise.”

For the first time in a while, you smiled back genuinely. He leaned in, kissing you tenderly before resting his forehead against yours. Despite the monsters you and Renjun faced individually, they didn’t seem as scary when you had each other.

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jeno

He was so excited when you visited him at the company building. After being apart for so long due to touring, Jeno realized just how much he missed you– texts and video calls just weren’t cutting it for him. 

As soon as he saw his manager let you into the recording studio, he wrapped up his session quickly and efficiently. Though he was a bit drained from the day, his energy instantly shot up at the sight of you. And when he saw the takeout food from his favorite restaurant in your hand, it was the perfect bonus.

Jeno led you to an empty conference room so you could eat together in private. He was so hungry that he practically devoured the food once it was taken out of the bag. 

“You’re amazing, babe,” he said with a mouthful of rice. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

A faint smile spread across your lips as you placed a napkin in front of him. “I think you’d do just fine, Jeno-ssi.”

Your reply made Jeno pause for a moment, his chopsticks hovering mid-air. That’s when he noticed the food was arranged entirely on his side of the table.

“Why aren’t you eating?” He glanced up to ask, knowing you liked this type of food too.

Nonchalantly, you shrugged. “I’m not that hungry.”

Jeno’s brow furrowed, concern beginning to take root. As he thought about it, he realized there were subtle things he had overlooked earlier. You were dressed entirely in black—while it wasn’t unusual for you to wear the color, you typically paired it with something lighter, like white or blue. Your skin seemed a touch paler than usual, and there was a noticeable weariness in your eyes that he hadn’t seen before.

“Have you eaten at all today?” he then asked, his eyes searching yours.

You shrank slightly in the chair, biting your lip because you knew that lying wouldn’t work on him.

Avoiding his gaze, you crossed your arms and murmured, “It’s fine, Jeno. I feel full just watching you eat.” 

“(Y/n)...”

Jeno studied you carefully, searching for the right thing to say. He wasn’t the best at this—  comforting others with words, But he couldn’t just sit here, not when it was clear something was bothering you.

“You remind me of Jaemin sometimes,” he said, after collecting his thoughts. 

Confusion crossed your expression. “Jaemin?”

Jeno nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You know how he’s always taking care of us? Making sure we’re not skipping meals and scolding us when we get sick? But he also skips meals sometimes and catches a cold. He hides that side of him because he doesn’t want to burden us.”

You tilted your head slightly, Jeno’s words sinking in as you frowned. Now that you thought about his best friend from that perspective, your boyfriend was right.

“You do that too,” Jeno continued, leaning forward in his seat. “You care so much about everyone else, but you neglect yourself at the same time. And I know you’re trying to protect me. But (Y/n), you don’t have to.”

He noticed your lower lip tremble as your gaze fell to your lap, a clear sign his words had struck a chord.

“You are so precious, just like Jaemin is to us. So please, don’t feel like you have to hurt alone. I want to know how you’re feeling, babe,” he said, his voice thick with emotion.

The first tear slid down her cheek, followed by another, until her shoulders were shaking with silent sobs.

“I’m… I’m just so tired,” you finally admitted, wiping a tear with the back of your palm. “I thought I could handle everything on my own. But…I can’t, Jeno.”

His heart broke at the sight, but he didn’t hesitate for this. He pulled your chair closer to him so he could hug you. Your tears soaked into his shirt as you clung to him.

“It’s okay,” he whispered into your hair. “Cry as much as you need to, I’m here. I won’t leave.”

The weight you’ve been carrying finally gave way, as you cried into his embrace. Jeno held you securely, his chin resting atop your head. He didn’t have all the answers, but one thing was certain—  he wasn’t going to let you face this pain alone. You would face it together, no matter how long it took.

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haechan 

He had been watching you all throughout dinner with the Dreamies. Sure, you were the most introverted in the group. But usually, you loosened up a bit now that you were closer to his members. While you weren’t as loud or blunt as he was, you’d still drop a quick-witted remark occasionally, and engage in a conversation with Chenle or Jisung. Yet tonight, you had been unusually quiet. Your contributions were limited to small smiles at the occasional joke, placing a piece of meat in his bowl, and offering vague answers to any questions directed your way.

On the drive home, he broke the silence at the third red light. “Okay, what’s up?”

Your eyes shifted from the passenger window to him. He was still staring straight ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel firmly.

“What do you mean?” you asked, confused by his sudden question.

That’s when he turned his head to meet your gaze with a knowing look. “Come on, (Y/n). You were quiet during dinner, and you’re still quiet now.”

“I’m just a quiet person, Hyuck. You know me,” you replied with a shrug, your tone light as if trying to brush off the topic.

The light turned green, and Haechan pressed the gas pedal, smoothly moving the car forward. “You’re right— I do know you,” he sighed, pulling into a random parking spot on the side of the street.

You looked at him incredulously. “Donghyuck, what are you–”

Before you could finish questioning why he’d pulled over, he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned to face you fully.

“Please talk to me, baby,” he said softly, his tone almost pleading. “I know something’s wrong. I can feel it.”

You let out a laugh, the kind that came instinctively in moments like this as if deflecting the weight of the situation. 

“Nothing’s wrong. I–I’m just tired, Hyuck. That’s all,” you said, reaching out to take his hand in yours.

But his concern didn’t waver. His brows furrowed, his thumb gently stroking your knuckles. “You’re never this quiet unless…” he began, his words trailing off as if hesitant to voice his fears.

“I’m fine, really,” you insisted, the faintest edge of frustration creeping into your tone. “Can you just take me home now?”

When you tried to pull your hand away, he tightened his grip, tugging it gently back.

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?” 

“Stop pushing me away,” he said. You could see him searching your eyes for the honesty you were hanging onto desperately like a rope.

Your heart stuttered at his stern words, and you couldn’t meet his eyes for a moment. The weight of his unflinching gaze pressed down on you in a way that made it impossible to keep your walls intact.

A defeated sigh escaped you. “Fine, I…I’m not okay. I just didn’t want to worry you.”

Haechan’s lips curved into a small smile. “Hate to break it to you, (Y/n), but as your boyfriend, worrying about you kind of comes with the job. No matter the circumstances.”

The lighthearted tone, paired with the sincerity in his words, made something inside you crack. Before you could stop them, tears began slipping down your cheeks. Haechan noticed immediately, his hand moving to gently lift your chin so your eyes met his.

“I’m sorry… I’ve just been letting my thoughts get to the best of me, and I can’t seem to shut them off,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “It’s stupid, everyone goes through this. That’s why–”

“Stop,” he interjected softly but firmly, his thumb brushing away a tear. “Don’t downplay how you’re feeling. It’s not stupid, and you’re not supposed to just push through it alone. Not when you have me.”

His words carried a weight that made your chest tighten, a reminder that his care was unwavering.

“I know you’re overwhelmed,” he continued, his voice gentle, “but you don’t have to have it all figured out right now. You just have to let me in. Let me help you carry it, baby. That’s what I’m here for.”

The love in his eyes was undeniable, and it struck a chord deep within you. He wasn’t asking for an explanation, a solution, or even for you to fix yourself— just for you to let him be there.

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[ilwonuu]

Gentle dom Seungmin?

omg yes yes yes,,, as much as i love meandom seungmin i LOVE gentle dom seungmin shsggagsfs,,, thank u for ur request i hope u enjoy!!

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⇝ 𝗄𝗂𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇

✩ 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀- 𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉， 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗅！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆 ！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋， 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾／𝗌𝗈𝖿𝗍 𝖽𝗈𝗆！𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗑 𝗌𝗎𝖻！𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

✩ 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌- 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗈𝗍， 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 （𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝖼）， 𝗎𝗇𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖼𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝗑 （𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝖽𝖺 𝗉𝗂𝗅𝗅）， 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝖺 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾， 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎<𝟥， 𝖽𝗂𝗋𝗍𝗒 𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗄 （𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝖽）， 𝗉𝖾𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 （𝖻𝖺𝖻𝗒， 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍， 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗒 𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅） （𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝖾）， 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗂𝖾 （𝗒𝗎𝗆）， 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗂𝗌 𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗄𝖾𝗒 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽， 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗍 𝖻𝗒𝖾，𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗅𝗈𝗍𝗌， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 <𝟥

✩ 𝖺／𝗇- 𝗂 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇，，，𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗁𝗈𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍，， 𝗅𝗆𝗄 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖻𝗃 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗍，，， 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗎𝗇𝗀𝗆𝗂𝗇

you couldn’t get enough of his soft touches against you. you love how sweet and loving he gets when he wants to be intimate with you. seungmin is the type of boyfriend to tease you all day but when you get alone he’s a little shy. he doesn’t want to hurt you or make you uncomfortable so he’s always gentle.

he’s gentle with his kisses against your neck and your face. he has to make sure you’re feeling good at all times. he takes his time while touching you.

“do you feel good baby?” his hand is roaming your body desperately. his other hand is in your panties as he plays with you with a innocent smile. he is addicted to your pussy. he always gets distracted by something you do and it gets him hard.

“minnie- please fuck me.” you can’t hold back your cries for him. he’s gentle with you as he moves you to lay down more. he’s in between your legs now. the tv show you were trying to catch up with has been forgotten quickly.

“you look so pretty right now. did you know how pretty you are for me?” he kisses your face as he pulls your panties down your legs. you pout at how slow he’s touching you.

“seungmin why are you teasing me?” he shakes his head at you.

“mm i’m not teasing you. i’m just taking my time with you. you’re impatient.” he pulls his shirt off his body. he leans back down to kiss you. the kiss is so sweet. you are in the clouds with him. every loving touch he gives you has you blushing.

you are unable to deny the butterflies he always gives you. he looks so sexy. you guys got ready for bed so his hair was slightly messy. he was wearing the clip you got him. he loved it clearly, he would always wear it before bed. and now he’s about to fuck you with it- you were too caught up in your thoughts to hear him call out for you.

“are you okay?” you quickly nod holding his arm. he looks concerned. you didn’t respond to him twice.

“why didn’t you respond? want me to stop?” he kisses your head with a concerned expression. you can tell he’s worried about you.

“i was thinking about how sexy you look- minnie i’m really okay.” you hug him and he asks you again just to make sure.

“i don’t want to make you uncomfortable at all-“ you pull him down so his face is closer.

“and you never will minnie. don’t worry- i just really want you to fuck me.” he nods at you with a kiss.

“tell me if that changes sweetheart.” he kisses your neck softly. he quickly finds the spot that is extra sensitive. he sucks on the spot gently. you moan out his name as he starts to rub your clit softly. his soft touches have you whining for him already. he knows how slow to touch to make you feel crazy.

“minnie- p-please.” you grind into his hand so he can rub your clit faster but he doesn’t let you do it for long. he pulls his finger away from you.

you whine when the feeling is pulled away. “you’re meannn-“ he hushes you with a kiss.

“i’m giving you what you want- so needy.” he starts to make out with you as he works his boxers down. as that was all he was wearing at this point.

“just be patient for me.” he kisses down your jaw as he lines up with you.

“you’re so wet baby.” he whispers into your ear with a smirk.

“you’re so beautiful.” he pushes into you as he kisses all over your waist. the kisses do its best to help with the slight pain. you quickly adjust to seungmin’s size. you two are incredibly horny you’re surprised you still feel pain with how much he fucks you. he looks at you as he bottoms out.

“tell me when i can move pretty girl.” you nod as your eyes roll back in your head.

“m-minnie- fuck me p-please.” he kisses you slowly. he slides his tongue into you mouth softly. he slowly dominates the kiss as he kisses you against your mattress.

“anything you want baby.” he kisses you before he starts to slowly fuck into you.

“o-oh fuck minnie- so good.” he nods at you before pulling you into another kiss. his kiss is soft against your lips. his hips are fucking you at the perfect pace. his breathy moans are making you gush more for him.

your boyfriend takes notice and boy does he have a filthy mouth.

“this cunt is all mine baby. you feel so fucking good.” you can’t help but to grind into his thrusts. he wasn’t going slow but you were so close already.

“do you hear how dirty it sounds sweetheart? my pretty girl loves taking it like this huh?” you can’t get enough at how his words don’t match how hes fucking you. he loves the way you moan out in response to his gentle thrusts.

“minnie- feels so g-good.” he nods at you.

“i know baby- i know. love you so much.” he kisses you cheek as his hips start to stutter.

“coming minnie-“ he pulls you into another kiss. you clench around him as you cream his cock. he watches you in awe loving how dirty the sight is. it makes his cock twitch inside you.

“f-fuck i l-love you.” he moans as he cums inside you.

“i love y-you too minnie.” he nods at you as he kisses you. he continues to fuck into you slowly. the sound is filthy and you can tell he’s smirking into the kiss.

“i actually think you were made for me.” he admits as he pulls out. you nod with a laugh.

“what baby? i’m serious.” his pouting is just too cute.

[xotaemintol]

5HINee MOST LIKELY TO (NSFW)

Writers block is beating my ass rn, I have requests that I can't finish and prompts I want to do but can't, so till it passes l'II at least post things like this to stay active.

PRONOUNS USED: None//fem implied

TWS: Sub!idol, Dom!idol, sub!reader, dom!reader,overstimulation, pet play, oral (m/f receiving), pegging, daddy/mommy kink, bondage, S&M, cuckhold, and dirty talk.

MINHO 9.8/10

Despite being the jealous type he enjoys watching, he mostly likes watching you getting eaten out rather than you fucking someone else, something about seeing one of the members head between your thighs and your eyes rolling back always makes him so excited.

He first tried this with Kibum, you were tied up to the bed frame and blindfolded, your legs were wide opened and you were completely exposed to the two men as you wiggled around and waited for their next move. You weren't expecting to feel a mouth against you and you especially weren't expecting for it to be Kibums, but you weren't against it. The messy sounds of Kibum eating you out made Minho feel so turned on, the way your body spasmed and how your legs trembled made Minho wonder how long you wanted to do something like this, your begging and whining making his breathing heavier and his body hotter.

"…Oh god!" You had screamed so loudly, struggling against the restrictions of the handcuffs that dug into your wrists as you tried to escape the pleasures of Kibums tongue. You could feel Minho's eyes on you as Kibum ate you out, the feeling made you feel so dirty but so pleased. "Does it feel good baby? Is he pleasing you?" You nodded at Minho's question, desperately wanting to look at him as you answered.

TAEMIN 8.3/10

While he usually portrays a more possessive and jealous persona, Taemin loves it when you punish him by doing something like this, he's a slut for all things lustful in life and the filthier the better. He's full game to watch you get on your knees and let one of his members fuck your face, and matter of fact, he likes it even more when you tell him to touch himself while he watches.

It first started with Jonghyun, Taemin had been a brat for days now and you kept letting him get away with it but you were fed up and decided that you'd need to show him that if he didn't behave then he wouldn't get his way. You had pulled Jonghyun's hand leading him into your bedroom with Taemin sitting on the bed, telling him to sit there and look pretty as Taemin sat anxiously biting his lip as he watched. The way your hips looked as you rolled them against Jonghyun made the slight erection in his pants grow faster than what he'd like to admit, he watched with heavy eyes as you slowly undressed him and kissed all over his neck and shoulders, pressing your butt against his crotch and glancing back at him with sharp eyes. Taemins whole body felt hot and when Jonghyun started to touch you too, he was dying to join, but the moment he stood up you told him to sit back down and watch, so he did.

The way you slowly got on your knees and removed the last of Jonghyun's clothes made Taemin's hands sweat, even seeing your pretty lips wrap around the head of his dick made him whimper as if he could feel it himself. And the way Jonghyun grabbed your hair and began guiding your head left him shamelessly touching himself as he waited for his turn.

JONGHYUN 7.1/10

He was a little more hesitant but when he thought more about it he decided to give it a try and now, he doesn't mind seeing you being kissed or groped by someone else, especially when it's one of the members.

The first time he tried it was with Taemin, the three of you were sat on his couch and Taemin's hand was in your shirt as he kissed you. But Jonghyun didn't just sit and watch, he'd rather play too, so as Taemin's tongue went inside of your mouth he kissed the side of your neck, the way you moaned into Tamins mouth and put your hand in his hair made him bite his lip. He stopped for a moment to watch a little more, encouraging Taemin not to hold back as you lean in closer. The moment Taemin stopped holding back you were sitting on his lap, his hands all over your body as he kissed you till your lips were sore and your underwear was soaked, for a moment Jonghyun thought about letting you have them both, the way you gripped Taemin's shoulders told him how much you were enjoying yourself and as he was opening up to the idea.

When you had both slipped off your pants Jonghyun positioned you so that Taemin was behind you and that you were on top of him, the three of you playfully grinding against each other as Taemin kissed the back of your neck, the tension was getting heavier and it was becoming clearer that the night would end with both of them inside of you.

KIBUM 7/10

I know I'm rating him lower, but I think he's just as into it as Jonghyun actually. He enjoys when you tie him up to a chair and force him to watch you ride one of them, he didn't expect to enjoy it at first but being completely stripped naked and forced to watch makes him so painfully horny.

Jinki was happy to fill the spot of a third, you had come to him about it with Kibum and you were originally asking for advice on if it was a good idea or not, neither of you expected for him to volunteer to try it with you but you were both happy to accept. So you led both the men to your bedroom and with the help of Jinki, after stripping Kibum down you tied him to the bed and kissed him. For a while you and Jink were only playfully touching, slowly building up before you got on your knees and started to suck his dick, reacting right away Jink threw his head back and cursed softly, his eyes closed as he put his hand in your head and forced your head down. Kibum watched with his cock twitching between his thighs, biting his lip so hard that it was turning red, he wanted to touch you so bad and the sound of Jinki's voice as he praised you made that desire worse. It didn't take too long for him to be squirming against the restraints, the way you looked at him and degraded him made him whine.

"Please.." As Kibum watched Jinki bend you over on the bed beside him his desperation became too much, his needy expression was so pretty and as Jinki pressed himself against you with his hands holding your hips in place you giggled, reaching and touching Kibums thigh gently. you had decided that this was enough torture for now.

JINKI 5.1/10

If it pleases you then he'll allow it, but he'll only allow so much, surprisingly he's a lot more possessive than he looks, rather, he just doesn't like the idea of sharing as much, but if it's what you really want then he'll do it.

He had let you pick and your choice was Minho, he expected it and didn't ask why, he just agreed. His eyes watched carefully, he sat back with his legs spread. He was still fully dressed as the two of you hungrily kissed, he paid close attention to the way your hands explored Minho's body and nodded his head every time you looked at him for approval when you wanted to explore more. When Minho had led you to get on your knees you looked back at your husband, biting your lip as you pleaded with your eyes for a yes, of course, he let you, telling you that you didn't have to ask if it was what you wanted and telling you to make sure you did a good job for him.The way he spoke to you made sucking Minho's dick so much more exciting, you could feel him watching you as you slowly licked up the shaft of his cock and put your hands on his muscular thighs, the feeling made you unbelievably wet, and as you felt yourself becoming more excited you stopped and asked him for permission.

"I've let you do enough haven't I?" But he didn't let you suffer for long, instructing you to get on the bed he gets behind you as Minho gets in front of you. The feeling of Jinki fucking you as Minho pulled your hair and fucked your face made your whole body tremble."This was what you wanted?" As Jinki leaned down to your ear your walls throbbed around him, clamping onto him tightly as your moans are muffled by Minho's cock. "Do you like being fucked like a dirty slut baby? Does my pretty girl like being fucked from both ends like this?"

Most likely to be Whiny During Sex

TAEMIN 20/10

Pegging

It doesn't matter what role he's playing, a sub, bratty sub, power sub, soft dom, service dom, whatever the role he plays he's always so whiny during sex. Even when he doesn't start off that way, he always becomes so broken when you fuck him, especially if you overstimulate him, ruin his orgasms, or peg him. He'll get so whiny and it always sounds so pretty.

Taemin gasped, biting his kiss bruised lip as the head of your strap on brushed against his prostate, his sensitive cock already throbbing and leaking shiny ropes of precum as his back arched. "So pretty. You teased, your hands caressed his hips before you slowly ran your fingers through his hair and pulled harshly, a loud moan left his pillowy lips and he called out your name, his voice cracking as you started to fuck him faster. "s-so...so good.." You could hear him starting to break, the way his voice faded as you let go of his hair told you that he was enjoying himself. "Is it that good baby?" You asked, pushing his head down into the pillows you pressed your body against his firmly, angling your hips against him as you pushed him forward.

The slight change in position made his head spin, it felt like he was going to melt and when you reached down between his legs and started stroking his cock at the same pace he had lost it. Moaning loudly as he pushed back into you and whimpering as he became sensitive.

KIBUM 10/10

• Oral

Kibum is vocal no matter what he's doing. Dom or sub Kibum is going to let you know how he feels, what he likes, where he likes it, and how good it is.But he only gets whiny when he's subbing, especially when you're giving him head. Even when hes trying not to, he can't help but break every time he feels your mouth wrapped around his cock.

"Baby.. Kibums low voice trembled and his body quivered as he looked down at you, the feeling of your tongue teasing his cock made his head feel empty. "Don't tease me all night, l've been a good boy for you haven't I?" As you look up at him he trembles and grips the pillow behind his head tighter, he can't tell what you'll do next—the desire to feel your tongue against the head of his cock again clouds his brain so much that he couldn't guess if you wanted him to. "If you're such a good boy, why are you being so impatient?" As your hand slides up his thigh he whimpers and closes his eyes, it pains him to beg like this but he can't help it. "P-Please ma'am, please don't- a…..ah..” Finally when he feels your soft lips wrap around the head of his cock he's silenced by his pleasure.

As you slowly take him deeper he moans louder, his head leaned back against the pillows as he struggles not to move his hips. Every desperate cry that leaves his pretty lips pushes you to please him further, and the deeper you take him the louder he becomes. "God…..oh God!" He cries out, "Y/N! You...please... fuck, please let me cum in your mouth, please?" Kibum looks down at you, his eyes wet with desire and lust as he pleads with you. But he's given no response—not that he could complain with your tongue ruthlessly sliding across the slit of his pretty cock. His hips shuddered as he looked away and his toes curled, he could only manage gentle, raspy cries of your name that were too pretty to be ignored.

JONGHYUN 10/10

•grinding/foreplay

Jonghyun is very vocal in bed no matter what since he's usually praising you or guiding you, he often talks you through orgasms so it's not new for him to be vocal. But whiny…..Jonghyun only gets whiny when he's been waiting all day. When he hasn't seen you in about two days and only got a few kisses before leaving, that's when he becomes a mess. During foreplay he won't be able to keep himself from huffing and moaning, just kissing you has him losing his mind and when he starts grinding against you he can't help but become desperate.

The room felt hot, the air was thick and the lights were still on. Jonghyun hadn't even stopped to close the door, he needed to get his hands on you as soon as possible and he wasn't going to waste another second trying to set the mood. The mood was set the moment you told him how badly you wanted him, you should've expected your clothes to be on the floor the moment he got in. The way his hands restlessly touched you and stripped your clothes away told you how tonight would go, those two days away from you was enough to make him feel unbearably impatient.

"Did you miss me baby?" He asked in a shaky voice, his hips moved slowly against you. Your legs spread and pushed back as his cock slowly dragged up and down between vour lips, every time the head of his length bumped your clit you shivered. It felt so heavy, precum leaks from him and your love wets him even more. "Mhm…so...much." Your breathing became heavier, you were becoming so desperate for him and he felt the same about you. His quiet moans were becoming shaky and with every thrust he became slightly louder, going faster as he looked down between your body's to watch. "So...hmmm…..so pretty, you're so pretty..." As he continued to speak his voice cracks, he wanted to be inside of you so badly but knew that a little anticipation would make sliding into you feel heavenly. "F…Fuck..”

MINHO 9/10

During sex/penetration

When Minho gets really riled up, when he's so impatient, when he's been waiting for hours to feel you—that’s when he gets whiny. He's always vocal, usually it’s because he leads 80% of the time, but also because he knows you like it. Whatever it takes to get you off he'll do, but luckily; being vocal in bed comes naturally for him. But he's the most vocal when he's inside of you, especially when he's been waiting for hours to fuck you. He's not afraid to admit that he enjoys when you make him wait, something about the way you respond to him being brought to his knees and desperately pleading with you turns him on so much.

As he slid inside of you he shuddered, his bottom lip quivered from the feeling of you—your walls felt so hot, so wet and tight that he could cry. The soft pulsing of your warmth was so intense and his cock felt so sensitive, he thought he'd burst before getting all the way inside of you and the look of pure bliss in your face as every inch of him slowly disappeared inside of you made him tremble. His breathing became just as shaky as his body as he finally bottoms out inside of you—he could feel your excitement pooling and dripping as he paused to breathe. But even stopping for a second couldn't save him.

As you looked up at him with lustful eyes and a needy expression he softly cursed and waited for your next command. "Ming..baby, fuck me," You said breathlessly, "Fuck me baby, fuck me." Your desperate orders made him whimper as he nodded his empty, and his eyebrows knotted together as he began to slowly withdraw his cock from you, watching every inch come out as he bit his lip and gripped the pillow underneath your hips. "..F...Fuck..” His soft whimper made you throb, his voice cracked just a little as he paused and looked back at you. "You..You're so pretty Y/N, fuck you're so pretty…so fucking pretty." Finally he begins to move again, his slow thrusts turn into lust filled rutting as he whimpers and moans in your ear; chanting over and over again that you're so fucking pretty.

JINKI 7/10

Mutual/simultaneous masturbating

Jinki isn't as vocal as the others but that doesn't mean he's silent, he likes using his voice to guide you or to tell you when you're doing a good job but you had proposed the idea of mutual masturbation and he couldn't really tell where to use his voice during this type of play. Of course, he knew he could easily praise you and tell you what to do but he's well aware that you know what you're doing—but his concern was easily put to rest when you suggested that he just go with the flow. And when he did he seemed to be just as vocal as he is when he's fucking you, maybe watching you touch yourself to the sight of him was what turned him on so much; or maybe it was you watching him get off to you.

As you rubbed quick circles against your clit Jinki watched with his lip trapped between his teeth, you looks so sexy like this. The sight of your hand between your thighs and your pretty pussy dripping as you watched him made him feel so feral—he did his best to match his pace with yours, but when you slid your fingers down to your entrance he couldn't help himself anymore. As he began fucking his fist Jinki watched you with hungry eyes, the way your hands explored every inch of your body; and the way your body shivered when you caressed yourself made him weak in the knees. He wanted you so bad.

Without thinking about it Jinki stood up as he decided that watching wasn't enough for him. He had to get you off and be inside of you; but you stopped him before he could reach you and said; “What are you doing baby? You're supposed to be watching...” A soft whine left his lips as you grinned and motioned for him to sit down in front of you, with your legs wide you pointed to the floor in front of you and bit your lip. "Or do you want a closer look?" Feeling impatient but willing, Jinki sat down in front of you. You were both breathing so heavily and so horny that you could explode. But that feeling only got stronger when Jink grabbed your leg and pressed his face against it, slowly stroking himself as he looked up at you with needy eyes. "You don't know how bad...oh my God..." As he inhaled the smell of you he leaned his head back and let out a mixture between a soft moan and a whimper. "..I can't, I need to fuck you baby, will you let me?" As he looked up at you he began to beg.

[anqelified]

✶𓏲ּ𐀔.ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀JULIETTE⠀ ( 🐰 ) relationships ! ───── sm family 𖤛

features : boa, tvxq, super junior, snsd, shinee, exo, red velvet, aespa, riize

▶︎ FAMILIAL FIGURES

⠀⠀ boA ( 보아 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀90%

when boa debuted, juliette was just getting to be born

with the fifteen year age gap, boa essentially took juliette under her wing like everyone else.

told her the hardships and challenges as a soloist but managed to be her first confidant.

fans LOVE their interactions sm like always point out juliet is boa’s baby 😭 😔

mother & daughter type of duo!!

⠀⠀ TVXQ ( 동방신기 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀80%

just like the rest of the 1980 - 1994 artists, juliette has more of a familial relationship with them

changmin & juliet had have collaborated in the past before and he’s always regarded her as a talented artist

just like changmin, u-know respects juliet for her hardwork as an idol and is always open to hearing out her troubles

⠀⠀ SUPER JUNIOR ( 슈퍼주니어 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀75%

to be honest, juliet only fw a few of the suju members. donghae & eunhyuck and probably leeteuk

although she’s more closer to the d&e duo, she puts suju in high regard as her seniors and their level as 2nd gen stars

she does talk to them occasionally tho

⠀⠀ SNSD ( 소녀시대 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀90%

mothers and their daughter i fear

besties w tiffany and their bond is to die for

snsd > 2ne1 srry

juliet FOUGHT on the forums for them

it’s like sisterhood but also motherhood in a way so like… idk they just love juliet and they baby her whenever they get the chance to

⠀⠀ SHINee ( 샤이니 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀90%

shinee took juliet under their wing once they met the 10 year old. when they were introduced to the pre-teen, they were in definite shock and became her older brothers

one of the core memories she has with them are the way the members would help her with her homework. since taemin had debuted awfully young as well, the pair would often be seen helping each other in their respective studies (with jonghyun stressing bc now he had to take care of TWO kids.)

key made it his responsibility to protect juliet throughout his life. of course she wasn’t the youngest person in sm, but at the time, she was just a mere ten-year-old girl who wanted to follow her dreams

⠀⠀ EXO ( 엑소 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀85%

just like shinee, most of exo (especially suho) took juliet as their daughter

often coined as the mini baekhyun w her massive amounts of energy

talking abt baekhyun, the vocal line is the reason why juliet manages to a “voice pocket” in her dimple. they always manage to teach her new ways to either sing or hit a note

but definitely older brother(s) & younger sister energy

⠀⠀ RED VELVET ( 레드벨벳 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀90%

juliet was originally supposed to be in red velvet as she appeared in the ‘happiness’ mv but the idea was later scrapped

she trained with them and formed a sisterhood bond

out of all of the members, she’s super close w yeri and they have their own little girl dates together

irene is just a single mom who works two jobs, who loves her kids (wendy, joy, yeri, & juliet) and never stops

▶︎ FRIENDS

⠀⠀ AESPA ( 에스파 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀100%

just like dream, she’s more closer in age w aespa

she bonds more with giselle and they have such a tight friendship, u would think she’s dating giselle

as aespa goes to more award shows now, she’s seen tagging along with them and often coined as the hidden member.

when juliet found out that aespa was going to debut, she cheered bc she finally had more girls her age in the sm building 🙏

▶︎ GETTING TO KNOW

⠀⠀ RIIZE ( 라이즈 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀89%

when she found out shotaro and sungchan were leaving nct but debuting in riize, she cried…

YET she still truly has to make friends with the rest of the riize members. like yes she will film a challenge w them but afterwards it gets quiet…

bias in riize? probably sohee. she finds him so adorable

THO she LOVEEEESSS their music.. like play talk saxy and she will SING. like name a song that u can both cry and dance to...

▶︎ TO BE ANNOUNCED

⠀⠀ HEARTS2HEARTS ( 하츠투하츠 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀–%

⠀⠀ dearALICE ( 디어 앨리스 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀–%

⠀⠀ MYTRO ( 마이트로 ) ⠀⠀ ─── ⠀⠀–%

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KEY / JONGHYUN / TAEMIN - Lucifer (Type B Version)

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Monthly Music May 2025

Post is late cause my recital took over all last week. Organized not by preference but alphabetically by artist

"Find Xanadu" Alison Goldfrapp. Floating in the clouds type dance track. Wine drunk type dance, if that makes sense.

"one in a million" Asia Holiday. Very H&M dressing room type R&B but sometimes that's what the day calls for.

Talking about R&B, Baekhyun released an album. Highlights are "Lemonade," "Chocolate," and "Love Comes Back." Very exo b-side, very sensual.

More korean R&B but with a more jazzy twist, Bibi has released tracks like "Pygma Girl," "Real Man," and "Midnight Cruise." City poppy and magical, these songs sparkle.

Still on R&B but with more of a throwback yet sleekly modernized, American sound, Emotional Oranges came out with an album. My faves are "That Girl," "Flagrant AF," "Call it Off (ft Jaehyun)," "Hot Outside (ft Anycia)," and "Only a Friend." Something to drive to with the windows down and a beach breeze on your neck

All of F5ve's jpop album is good, tbh. They cover a wide range of sounds from the anime theme-ified "Real Girl," to the bass heavy "Television," or the Porter Robinson-esque "Jump."

Flume and Jpegmafia teamed up! Gotta shout out the song that features Ravyn Lenae with Tinashe writing credits, "Is it Real" which is experimental but still danceable. "The Ocean is Fake" is just as wavy as the title implies.

Kilo Kish is back!!!!!!!!!!!! Negotions EP remains exactly as I described hte pre-release singles. If you want Daft Punk haunting you with a Purity Ring-esque twist to it, check out this entire EP.

I promise I still listen to Rock, including this JRock/metal album by lynch. My two faves after just one listen are "Majun to Sora" and "QUARTER LIFE." Just dark and dreary and kinda sexy

"Daydream Believer" by Mucc is more Jrock but much more vibrant

PINKPANTHERESS AHHHHHHHHHHHHH THE ENTIRE ALBUM AHHHH but my faves in order of faveliness are "Stateside," "Nice to Know You," "Noises," and "Girls like Me." AHHHHHHHH

Irene & Seulgi from Red Velvet 's EP is surprisingly good. "Tilt" is SM's response to Padam Padam, "Girl Next Door" is groovy and kinda gay, and "Trampoline" is just glamorous as hell.

"Square One" Redveil is just good, straightforward hip hop with very soulful instrumental.

"Show me Love" by Riize HAS TO BE a stolen b side from the One Direction vault. SOMEONE ELSE LISTEN TO THIS AND TELL ME THIS WASN'T MEANT FOR ONE DIRECTION. Like a Take Me Home Track but it was revamped for Four.

"Look Out for Me" by Turnstile is just really energetic, punky music to jump up and down to. I'd love to be in the pit for a song like this, even as it collapses into something more cerebral on the back end.

"Chateaubriand" Wednesday Campanella. Again, if you like Yoasobi but want something more vibrant, check out WC's entire discog. Just bouncy and fun.

"CPR" by Wet Leg is indie rock with sort of 80s bent to it. This is a song that feels like black grime being smeared across your face by a hot girl.

I can't write about Poet | Artist by Shinee without crying but if you'er a Shawol and you missed the news somehow, this track was written by and features vocals from Jonghyun. It's like he's still here. Just a beautiful, beautiful memorial for him and such a celebration of his life. Also, check out the b-side it holds up so well.