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do you ever sabotage your own free time? like wtf is that about? i want to play this game or read or do something specific but instead i will just stare out the window or scroll mindlessly???

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Happy 2nd Anniversary to Ateez!

You’ve already achieved so much in just 2 years and I can’t wait to see what other accomplishments you’ll make in the years to come!  [insp]

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ATEEZ STORYLINE EVENT.

Hi guys, it’s been a while. I’ve been taking a longer hiatus considering several things happened.

However, I participate in the ATEEZ Storyline event and would be happy if you could give it a read, like it and leave a comment with some feedback on the official ATEEZ website.

http://ateez.kqent.com/bbs/board.php?bo_table=gevent&wr_id=5323&id_save=1

Apparently, the website is only working with VPN. I use VeilDuck and it’s working perfectly for me. It doesn’t cost anything and it’s super easy to use.

It would mean a lot if you could like, read and comment my story on the official website. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask!!

Thank you so much! ♥️

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i’ve seen too many people, on here and on twitter, not talking about the BLM movement at all because it ruins the “aesthetic” of their blog. what the fuck is wrong with y’all, the layout of your blog right now should be the last thing on your mind. black people are being murdered by white supremacist cops in the united states, we should all be helping the black people in america in protesting against this deep rooted racism in the police force. sign these petitions (x, x, x, x) and donate if you can here (x, x). if you’re an american citizen participating in the protests, stay safe (x, x, x). please also consider donating to funds to bail out protesters who’ve been jailed (x), and most importantly SAY THEIR NAMES.

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LISTEN UP AGAIN KIDS STOP REBLOGGING THIS FUCKING GARBAGE POST. IT IS 100% FUCKING BULLSHIT AND CAN AND MOST DEFINITELY WILL LITERALLY KILL. DO YOU NOT SEE WARNING LABELS THAT SAY “DO NOT INDUCE VOMITING”? THEY AREN’T FUCKING AROUND. YOU CAN FUCKING BURN THEIR ESOPHAGUS BY CAUSING VOMITING, CAUSE CHOKING, DROWNING, OR MAKE IT WORSE! AGAIN DO NOT FORCE ANYTHING DOWN ANYONE’S THROAT. THEY. CAN. DROWN. IF SOMEONE IS LOSING CONCIOUSNESS ALL THE CHIT CHAT IN THE WORLD WILL NOT PREVENT IT AT THAT POINT THEY ARE IN SERIOUS DANGER. “Buuut i don’t wanna take them to the hospital!!!” WELL SUNSHINE GLAD YOU’D RATHER HAVE A DEAD FRIEND THAN A LIVING ONE BUT YOU’RE IN LUCK CALL FUCKING POISON CONTROL. THEY ARE NOT THE COPS. THEY WILL HELP YOU. AND IF THEY SAY GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL YOU GO TO THE FUCKING HOSPITAL. NO EXCUSES. 0. NONE. I have seen this shit cross my dash SO MANY TIMES so PLEASE fucking reblog this and prevent some well meaning idiot from accidentally killing someone they love!

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friendship IS romance : 1. / 2. / 3. fleabag / 4. / 5. / 6. / 7. / 8. a little life, hanya yanagihara  / 9. / 10. 

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Favorite Seonghwa Moments Part 2

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S A N ⇛ the reason why

“A KEY”

—a series involving every day objects that either force you two together or force you two apart.

• you always forget.

• you don’t have the cleanest track record when it comes to remembering things.

• and San was the only one who could juggle having his memory and yours. (& your heart)

• also being one call away when you forget your keys.

• “Sannieee.”

• he sighs half asleep. “What?”

• “Were you sleeping?”

• he groans thrashing his arms around in his blankets at the sound of you cooing. “Y/n, it’s 2 in the god damn morning. How the hell did you forget your keys this time?”

• you sniffle with a pout staring at your front door. “My date lasted a little long. He kept boasting about his life accomplishments and I felt so bad to end his bragging. I must’ve forgotten them while I was begging god to spare me.”

• his jaw slacks before he begrudgingly lifted himself up. “Give me 5 minutes.”

• he’s there in 3.

• glaring at you with bloodshot eyes while he opens your door,

• ignoring the little pace of heart he gets when you tiredly wrap your arms around his waist from behind.

• “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

• “Without my keys, you mean.” he huffs back letting you follow him inside.

• “I can’t stand my mom. If she sets me up on another blind date again, I might just commit.”

• “Commit to?”

• “Losing my keys all together so she’ll never find me again.”

• San has his back to you as he pours the both of you a glass of water—

• knowing the inside of your house like the back of his hand at this point.

• being your best friend coming with two things:

• loving you unconditionally,

• and hating you for loving him back the same way.

• “And where would you go if you did?”

• you smile up at him cheesily. “To you?”

• you finish showering and San’s deadweight on your bed.

• you ignoring the little pace of heart you get when San’s at your peripheral.

• how he doesn’t know you’re so goddamn in love with him killing you softly.

• you get in beside him letting him wrap his arms around you like a pillow.

• burying your face into his warm chest.

• him hoping you don’t feel the way his heart palpitates for you.

• how you don’t know he’s so goddamn in love with you it’s killing him softly.

• “Stop forgetting your keys, y/n.” he sleepily tells you kissing you on the forehead. “One of these days, I might forget them too.”

• San’s getting tired.

• of waking up for you.

• loving you thinking you only love him for his spare keys.

• starts dating again while you are too.

• “W-what?”

• Wooyoung gulps. “Did I say that out loud?”

• the boys stiffen and they avoid eye contact as your body exudes heat.

• “Excuse me? He’s what?”

• “W-w-well technically he’s allowed to.”

• “WHAT DO YOU MEAN HES ALLOWED TO?! THE ONLY THING HE’S ALLOWED TO DO IS CARRY AROUND MY SPARE KEY, WHO THE FUCK DOES SHE THINK SHE IS THAT LITTLE MSHHIDIT—“

• Jongho and Mingi struggle to muffle your mouth when San walks in with a girl toy on his sleeve,

• his keys dangling from his waist band like a vice.

• you almost cry.

• shrinking into Mingi’s arms when they smile your way.

• “Y/n, I’m so glad your here. I want you to meet Hyemi.”

• Mingi hesitates to let your mouth free from his palms.

• holding your hand behind your back,

• just in case you reach over and hit somebody.

• lets just say you don’t have a good track record there either..

• “H-hi. It’s nice to meet you.” you sound like an automated voice mail. “I’m y/n.”

• “Sannie talks so much about you.” she gloats. “I just had to give him my spare key too. It’s good to know how reliable he is.”

• Jongho and Mingi don’t let go of your hands under the table.

• the others making sure you don’t cry.

• San being the only one not knowing about your life long crush on him—

• love for him?

• what’s even worse?

• you forgot your keys this morning.

• but this time, he forgets too.

• “You what?”

• San sighs. “I was so busy getting ready I must’ve forgotten them in my kitchen. I’m sorry, y/n.”

• your heart breaks just like that.

• not once has San forgotten..

• not when you do at least.

• “I-it’s okay. I’ll just stay at Jongho’s tonight I guess.”

• he’s about to concede.

• fight back because he wants to race home for you but you hang up before he gets to.

• tired to say the least.

• of forgetting your keys and relying on him.

• to love you back the way you love him.

• “C-can you carry my spares, Jongho?” you cry on his couch as the boys crowd in his living room. “Anyone? I can’t expect to rely on San forever. Can’t love him forever.”

• they can’t tell you.

• they promised not to.

• but Mingi’s had it up to here.

• no one else in this room could remember to carry the spare for you.

• not as much as San can.

• “San, if you don’t fucking man up and use those keys the unconventional way they’re hanging around your ring for, so help me god, we will come after you.” Mingi warns through the phone. “One of these days those things won’t be needed anymore. And she’ll buy another key that you won’t have a spare for.”

• he runs his hands through his hair,

• rapidly pressing the button to your complex elevator.

• hoping you’d still be home.

• hoping you didn’t find a new place in the months you’ve been ignoring him.

• and when you open the door half dead,

• you close it back shut on his face.

• “Y/n. Please.” he desperately leans his head on the door, fist clenching against it too. “Please let me in.”

• “Go away.”

• “Don’t make me use my keys.”

• a tear falls from your eyes when you realize how long it’s been.

• that he never even attempted to use it after two months.

• “Go ahead and try.” you choke up. “They won’t work anyway.”

• “Fuck.” his heart races when he pounds against the door again. “Y/n, let me in!”

• “Go away, San.” you cry back. “I-I don’t need you anymore! Go home and go back to sleep.”

• “Please.. .” his jaw clenches when he shakes over his knees. “Don’t shut me out. Let me in, y/n. Let me change my keys.”

• you open the door and slap him jaw slack on his face.

• tears running and heart racing.

• ready to finally say,

• “You know I never gave you my spares just for emergency sake? I gave it to you so you can come to me when you want. Should’ve never gave you my keys in the first place.”

• “Y/n..”

• “No.” you stop him. “Don’t y/n me. The day I needed you, you stopped coming for me. Stopped answering my calls. Didn’t even know I changed my god damn locks because of you, you know that? For months. For months you stopped being there for me and you think you can just come to my door begging for another key?”

• he searches your eyes while you cry.

• knowing you had the new spare somewhere.

• and god he’ll spend days on end looking for it if he has to.

• kisses you through the pain letting you for once bravely feel the way his heart paces in his chest.

• “I love you.” he cups your hot cheeks in his hands wiping away the tears. “God— I love you. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I forgot and then I kept forgetting. You stopped calling me and i forgot. I forgot how much you needed me.”

• your lips frown when you pull away attempting to push him back.

• attempting to lock the door on his ass one more time.

• but he stops you again.

• “If I have to live here with you just so I can have your goddamn keys forever so help me god, I will.” he fights back. “I don’t want to carry the spares, y/n. Give me the original. Please... don’t forget me again.”

• you let him in.

• cause how could you say no?

• not when he juggles everything he forgets and sometimes what you do too.

• “I love you.” he repeats arms and legs interlaced with yours on your bed. “I’m sorry it took me this long to remember.”

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seonghwa was flexing how he joined lots of clubs back in high school that he became president in most of the things he joined but when atinys asked about his grades he went "whatever atinys' expectation is, its lower than that"

This man I swear 😂😂

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taehyung ⋆ on

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‘ON’ - taehyung

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» the devil within.

genre: angst

pairing: park seonghwa x reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: murder, character death – don’t read if you’re uncomfortable with any of these!

a/n: Hello, after a long break I’m back with a short drabble. It’s the first time writing something like this so please have mercy. Also, I wrote this in the middle of the night so I apologise for any grammar mistakes, whatsoever. Anyhow, I hope some of you like it. :) – V.

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You had no idea how you ended up here. How you ended up in this situation which didn’t offer you an option to escape. Captured in a large, dark unfamiliar bedroom which didn’t allow you to see properly. The light of the moon that shone through the window which was tightly locked was the only source of light you got. But what has happened? The last thing you remembered was when you left the convenience store with a small bag filled with various versions of ramen. After that, your mind went completely blank.

Fear flew through each vein of your body which came close to panic due to the fact you had no clue where you were and more importantly, who brought you here. You had never seen this place before and when you let your gaze slide to the window you could see nothing but trees. No city lights, no other houses, absolutely nothing.

Before you could even continue to think about your current situation, you could hear how someone opened the wooden door which lead to the room you were locked in. Within a second, you swirled around only to take a few steps back towards the farthest spot away from the door. Adrenaline rushed through your body, eyes widened in fear but also curiosity as a dark figure appeared. You couldn’t make out who it was due to the lack of light, however, the silhouette of the person appeared to be oddly familiar.

Upon the sudden familiarity, you stopped within your tracks in an instant. Brows furrowed in utter confusion as your eyes tried to identify the tall figure. Why did it seem so oddly familiar? Your question got answered as soon as said figure took its final step into your direction, stopping right at the spot where the moonlight brightened the room and revealed the features you’d recognise everywhere.

“S-Seonghwa?”, you choked out, not being able to hold back your tears any longer. Within a second, you left your safe spot only to rush across the room, right into his arms without even taking a closer look at him. You didn’t question why he was here. For you, it only mattered that he was here. Hot tears streamed down your cold cheeks, burying your face into the crook of his warm neck as comfort.

“How did you find me?”, your body still trembled just like your voice did, his arms snaking around your waist in order to keep you close to the warmth of his body. Nothing but silence followed. Your boyfriend simply held you tightly in his embrace without the intention of letting you go anytime soon. As you still haven’t received any sort of response after several seconds, you allowed your head to move just a little backwards in order to gaze into the eyes you’ve fallen for three years ago.

But as you let your own eyes lock with his, you could immediately sense something was off. Instead of the lovingly gaze he used to watch you with, a now cold glare laid within those dark eyes. And it sent down a shudder down your spine in an instant. You had never seen him giving you a glare like that. Actually, you’ve never seen him shooting anyone a look like that.

Your mind was a whole mess. Despite not knowing how you ended up here you also wondered how your boyfriend was able to find you here, giving you the coldest and most emotionless look, you’ve ever received. Your chest tightened as you inspected each detail of his features which brought you to the horrific conclusion that this person might look like the love of your life, however, this was not the man you’ve fallen in love with. What happened to him?

“Seongwha? What the hell is going on?” You demanded to know, trying to keep your voice steady which didn’t really work out. One could still hear the fear lingering in it, especially a person who knew you best, like the male who still had your arms wrapped around your frame.

“I brought you here”, he finally spoke up. But those words which left his mouth were as cold as the eyes that inspected your facial features closely. Your forehead wrinkled upon the sudden confession of your boyfriend which left you somewhat speechless. It made no sense. With each second that passed, you felt more uncomfortable being close to him which sounded ridiculous to you considering he was basically the person you enjoyed to be around the most.

“What– why?” You shifted your body in an uncomfortable manner, trying to escape his grasp but the raven-haired did not loosen his grip, in fact, he tightened it even more. Suddenly, a small smile crept on Seonghwa’s lips, but not that kind of smile you expected. It looked far from the smiles you’ve seen on him … it was malicious.  

“The less you know, the better”, he muttered, his voice was being surprisingly soothing which honestly scared you. What happened that he was acting all weird in front of you? What was this all about?

Despite the fear which spread through your body, you couldn’t bring yourself to tear your eyes off the devilish, yet angelical features of the man in front of you. The man you’ve called your boyfriend for nearly a year and the man you trusted the most.  

Only seconds later, you felt a sharp pain near your abdomen which soon subsided and got taken over by numbness. Your eyes widened in both, disbelief and shock due to the sudden impact something sharp made with your flesh. The time seemed to stop instantly and yet everything happened so fast. As your eyes travelled down your body, you could see the long blade of a katana being buried in your abdomen. Your mouth fell agape and you weren’t sure if it was the fact that your boyfriend just stabbed you or the fact that you knew your time has come far sooner than you expected it to be.

You’ve trusted Seonghwa. You gave him all of you which turned out to be a fatal mistake. A mistake which would cost your life. Yet, you couldn’t bring yourself to hate him – no matter how hard you tried. He could hurt you in the most unforgiving way and you’d forgive him nonetheless. You just couldn’t bring yourself to despise him. You could never.

“H-Hwa?” Too deep sat the shock by the sudden change of the person you trusted with everything you had. His dark eyes lingered upon your trembling figure, reflecting not a single emotion as his large hand put more pressure on the handle of the katana without any regret.

Instead of backing away, however, you didn’t even move an inch away from the spot you stood the past few minutes. Not that you could have moved away. Compared to Seonghwa, your features clearly revealed the emotions you currently experienced. Sadness, confusion, betrayal and even more which you couldn’t name properly. Too much was going on in your head. Did you not matter to him? No, that couldn’t be. All those wonderful memories you shared. They couldn’t have been fake, could they? All the joyful days, lovely evenings and sinful nights – there’s no way he was able to fake all of that, right?

“I’m sorry it had to end like this, y/n. I actually really liked you. But a job’s a job”, he whispered close to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine one last time right before he pulled the sharp blade out of your body, removing it completely which eventually caused you to collapse down on the ground right in front of him. Your eyes desperately searched for his for any kind comfort. Comfort you wouldn’t find in his eyes. That couldn’t be it. No. You were young, you still had lots of things planned. You wanted to marry, have kids, travel the world. You wanted all of that with Seonghwa and all those dreams ended within five minutes. Despite your current state, you could clearly feel how your heart shattered into thousands of pieces but soon, you wouldn’t be feeling anything anymore. It was the shortest, yet most devastating heartbreak you ever experienced.  

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“you suck,” mingi scoffs, arms are crossed. a pencil tucked behind his ear as he is still in his penguin patterned pajamas — not to mention that it's already five in the evening and he hasn't eaten anything besides bread for breakfast.

hongjoong's lips apart upon hearing his response. “look at you, who are you calling me suck?” he points at mingi's notebook where he left a big red mark. “i told you beautiful and pretty are the same thing, both are compliments.”

“okay, okay! so what if i,” mingi fixes his posture, acting like a handsome protagonist in a drama. with his charming deep voice he said, “hey, beautiful.” then seconds later he comes back to reality where he is just a giant lost puppy who is trying his hardest to learn english.

the older shakes his head in denial. “that's flirting! you can't do that to the person you've just met.”

mingi pouts, slamming the pencil against his notebook. “english is so hard, i give up!” he yells at top of his lungs.

“geez, if you really likes her you should put more effort.” hongjoong says, looking at his sulky roommate. mingi's figure is bigger than himself but what makes him looks a lot like a baby is his personality — bright and bubbly.

“i just want to ask for his phone number and be her friend.” mingi replies in a soft voice.

it's all started with a new neighbor next door who is an english speaker and only knew basic korean. mingi found that you're cute on the first time you show up in front of his apartment. it was around 9 p.m. when you came to give them cheese cake you've made. it was a whole disaster because mingi was the one who opened the door without checking through the peephole.

you were introducing yourself in an accent that was hard for mingi to understand and the only thing he could reply was “yes” then disappeared to hongjoong's room. obviously, asking for an emergency help.

hongjoong had to sacrificed his sleep for sake of mingi to stop screaming in his ears. the older who was half awake had to talk to you with bed hair and who knows there was a drool. mingi on the other hand was hiding behind hongjoong as if he was the size of a shiba inu.

the way you swept your hair away from your hair, giggling and chuckling while conversing in english with hongjoong made him melt. he loved the way your laugh rang in his ear and how you pronounced his name after hongjoong introduced his. “ming-ki?"

“it's mingi.” hongjoong corrected you, chuckling.

“ah, mingi. mingi, mingi!” you repeated causing mingi to melt even more. mingi could evaporate in the air at this point.

on a lazy sunday, mingi was searching for his key while carrying a box of tangerine in his other arm but his sanity scattered all over the places when he heard your bright voice greeted him. he was too flustered because first, he can't speak english and second, he didn't expect he would see you when he wasn't ready at all.

the tangerines fell on the floor causing you to gasp and mingi to panic even more. without looking at you, he picked up the tangerines, placing it nicely in the box but what is mingi without drama-like life?

the last two tangeries was collected by you and you were handing them to mingi. as if it was in a slow motion, mingi heart was so close to explode and he was about to puke rainbow due to how nervous he was. “be careful." you said before heading back to your apartment but with a cute wave.

that night, mingi couldn't stop crying at how embarrassed he was and how he deserved to disappear from this world. hongjoong had to call his six other friends to comfort mingi yet none of them succeed. it was a tough night for all of them.

“food is here!” the door clicks open follow by wooyoung's cheery voice. hongjoong pats mingi's leg, telling him to greet his friends as they brought some foods for dinner.

in less than five minutes, the apartment fills with their loud voices and how wooyoung and san bicker over which one to eat first. yeosang chugging the cola alone and seonghwa scolds him. jongho and yunho make themselves at home as they turn on the xbox to play.

mingi steps out of the room with a long face, he isn't in the mood to eat nor shower. he wants to sleep, skipping meal and just be alone.

“oh, mingi,” san greets, munching the french fries. “your crush is outside, watering her flower. why don't you—”

san hasn't finish his sentence but mingi already sprints out of the apartment without thinking twice. both of your eyes are interlocked with one another, mirroring each other expression.

not only mingi's cheeks, but his whole face turns red. he is trying to hide his embarrassment yet it is way too obvious that his ears are rosy as his face.

if mingi could be extremely honest, this is the decision he regrets the most in his life. showing up in front of his crush with only penguin pajamas, messy hair and looking far from handsome but dumb.

“now or never,” mingi mutters, determined. you tilt your head, can't catch up what mingi said. mingi approaches you with only basic knowledge of english in head — but probably empty by now because he is way too nervous. “excuse me,” he starts.

you automatically smile at how cute his pronunciation is. “yes, mingi?” you replies, also encouraging him to talk.

“can i— do you— number— phone— can i?” he stutters, hand gestures are everywhere. deep in his heart, he wants to curse hongjoong because the only thing he has in his head now is beautiful and pretty. “beautiful.” he blurts out out of panic.

you break into a smile, “thank you, you're so adorable.” you are literally feel all mushy and soft when it comes to mingi. you fish out your phone from your pocket and hand it to him. “type your number.” you said word by word with hope mingi can understand you.

a big smile blooms on mingi's lips, happily typing his number in your phone and saves his contact as ‘mingki’ with different flowers next to his name. ‘mingki’ because that was how you pronounce his name for the first time and it sounds cuter than ‘mingi’.

mingi goes back to his apartment with fireworks in his heart, butterflies wilding in his tummy and the excitement he always had during spring season. if all the beautiful words could make into one, he would use it but sadly he is lack of vocabulary to describe how happy he is.

“SHE HAS MY NUMBER, SHE HAS MY NUMBER!” mingi screams, hugging seonghwa as if he was the tiniest member among his friends. “you guys should see her face. she is so beautiful when she looked at me and, and, and when she smiled— oh my god, his cheekbone popped out. she's so adorable, i want to have a family with her!"

“song mingi is in love, it's written all over his face.” wooyoung chuckles, tossing the fries to his friend, mingi.

“it's a beautiful feeling ever.” mingi sighs, he can't stop smiling as if it was meant to be there for the rest of his life.

the rest of the night, mingi is only talking about you and how he wants to have his wedding with you at hotel and have two kids. he also wonder if you would love to have a pet because mingi is dying to adopt a shiba inu.

“OH MY GOD, LOOK, SHE SENT ME A TEXT!”

credit to @needyateez soft idea🥺 i was feeling all mushy reading this idea and i hope this make you and @serendipityunho smile!! spread the giggles 💛

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Thank you for tagging me and for you nice words, @a-revolution-teez! 🥰 Anyway, I thought my username was easy but after this I changed my mind. 😐

Light — ATEEZ

Odd Future — UVERworld

Outro: Long Journey — ATEEZ

Not today — BTS

Yes or yes — TWICE

Gotta go — CHUNG HA

Idol — BTS

New rules — TXT

Growl — EXO

Epiphany— BTS

Regular — NCT 127

I’m tagging @iis4d, @minkgi and @kvngjoong. Have fun! 😂

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