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pandorasword · 2 years

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

Chaeri's masterlist

❒ Requested ✓ you can find the request here

「 A compilation of BTS proving themselves as gentlemen for their Chaeri 」

⠪ Let's say that for the first few years after their debut Chaeri was not a great heel-wearer

⠪ She was young, plus the concept of their outfits did not focus on that style, so she had never felt the need to wear particularly high ones.

⠪ As she grew up and started to attend more and more important award ceremonies and events, the urge and need to wear them became evident

⠪ The first time she had to wear very high heels was preceded by a lot of practice in their company building. She did quite well on flat surfaces, the challenge was the stairs

⠪ And obviously at the event she couldn't avoid them

⠪ Luckily Namjoon seemed to be heaven-sent to make her life easier in everything, even in wearing heels

⠪ He was there, of course, waiting to hold her hand and walk down each step with her

⠪ It is still a habit of the guy to offer her help even though, as the years went by and her skills in walking on heels improved, she wouldn't even need it anymore

"You're making it off the stairs like a pro" "I don't think I could do it without you" "Just doing my duty as your favourite brother" "I will say 'favourite brother' if I'm gonna get down all the stairs without breaking an ankle"

⠪ As the eldest, Jin has a natural inclination to always keep an eye on all the other members

⠪ With Chaeri he seems to have to intervene more often than he would like

⠪ She doesn't seem like it, but when she's really into something she can get awfully clumsy with everything else

⠪ ESPECIALLY IN THE KITCHEN.

⠪ She is a real disaster as a chef, she can cook only a few dishes and poorly.

⠪ That's why, when she tries, she is so concentrated on trying not to burn anything or add too much flavour that she doesn't pay attention to anything else

⠪ In particular, during an episode of BTS in the soop, Jin had to prevent her from hitting the kitchen shelf with her head more than once by putting a hand between her and the furniture

"Maybe next time I'll just wear a helmet in the kitchen" "Or maybe you could just pay attention to where you're going." "Hey, I was distracted by the delicious smell of your cooking" "Flattery will get you everywhere. Now, let's finish making lunch before we have any more near-death experiences."

⠪ Very funny of Yoongi to always move Chaeri to the inner side of the road as he is the first to scold the others for being too protective of her

⠪ It's something he can't help, they start walking and at some point, at the first possible excuse, he shifts to the side of the road

⠪ The others always tease him about this and he pretends not to hear or simply glares at them to shut 'em up.

⠪ He is not the type to show protection for Chaeri dramatically, as other members do. He is for small things like this

⠪ Yoongi is the type to walk beside her keeping an arm around her shoulders

"Ooh, look at you, all responsible and stuff. You're such a good role model" "Aiish, just move to the inner side before I start regretting this friendship"

⠪ Chaeri among them is always the one who suffers most from the cold

⠪ Whether during the recording of a music video, a concert or an event, her outfits are always those with the thinnest fabric

⠪ During the making of music videos, Jimin always carries a blanket purchased with her in the group's early days

⠪ In MV shooting videos uploaded by the company channel, there is always this scene:

⠪ Jimin taking the adventure time blanket and covering Chaeri as soon as the cameras go down

"Let's finish shooting this and go get some hot cocoa" "Sounds like a plan. And don't worry, I'll make sure you're bundled up the whole time" "Geez, you're like my personal blanket service" "Hey, it's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it" "I love you"

⠪ Chaeri's love for snowboarding starts very early

⠪ As her career began, she decided to spend some of her money on snowboarding lessons

⠪ At her first lessons she was accompanied by Jin, who liked the sport and had already been playing it for a while

⠪ As soon as she put her feet on the board, she ended up with her butt in the snow, for so many times

⠪ In the end, Jin was "forced" to teach her to snowboard the way one teaches a child to walk: by holding her hand the whole time

"You know, you're actually a pretty good teacher" "Thanks, I try my best. And you're a pretty good student, for someone who keeps falling on their butt" "Hey, it's not my fault I have bad balance" "Sure, blame it on genetics."

⠪ Of the BTS members, Chaeri steals the most clothes from Hobi.

⠪ And he lets her do it, not caring so much.

⠪ Actually, seeing her with her clothes on only makes him more joyful.

⠪ With her, sharing is the basis of their friendship

⠪ As Chaeri always styles his jacket on crop tops, she is used to holding them open to show what she is wearing underneath

⠪ He, on the other hand, always rushes to close them and remind her that if she's wearing a jacket it's because it's cold and keeping it open doesn't even make sense

"Seriously, it's cold out here, you need to zip it up" "But I like it this way, it's a fashion statement" "Fashion statement my ass. You're gonna catch a cold, let me zip it up for you" "Oh, so now you're playing the protective big brother card, huh?" "You know it. I don't want my little sister to get sick on my watch"

⠪ Chaeri's dress was beautiful, as beautiful as short though

⠪ However, it was never a problem at award ceremonies as girls in skirts were provided with blankets to cover themselves from improper camera angles

⠪ Unfortunately for her that evening, the staff had not been provided with enough blankets for the entire number of women participating

⠪ Looking around, it was possible to notice the girls sharing the same quilt in two

⠪ She, the only female member, could not share it with anyone

⠪ So she did her best to keep her legs tightly closed and look around in case someone was filming her from the wrong side

⠪ It was not for long, because as soon as Jungkook realised that Chaeri would not be receiving any coverage, he took off his jacket and placed it directly over her legs

"Hey there, Miss Short Dress. You're gonna get us kicked out of here with that outfit." "Oh, shut up. You love it" "Well, yeah, but that's beside the point. I don't want you to get in trouble with the paparazzi" "You're such a gentleman. Offering me your jacket like that" "Well, what can I say? Chivalry isn't dead yet"

⠪ One thing Tae loves to do is to stop Chaeri's bodyguard before he can open her car door, to do it himself

⠪ It all started as a game in the group's early days, when the bond between the two was just beginning to form

⠪ Tae pretended to be her personal security guard and Chaeri pretended to be a world-famous celebrity

⠪ Well, over time, part of that game came true.

⠪ Growing up, however, Tae continued to have these attitudes, not just for laughs as they once did

⠪ But he loves giving her princess treatments

⠪ It's really hard to see anyone on staff getting Chaeri out of the car, then

⠪ Her Tae always takes care of it

"After you, m'lady. Allow me to open the door for you" "Oh, thank you sir" "I take my job as your personal bodyguard seriously. I might need to start wearing a suit and earpiece" "I'll make sure to get you a matching tie"

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luminousjellyfishy · 1 month

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Hey look I'm capable of writing?? Woah???

It's a oneshot, so it's not too much, but I'm still proud that I wrote something.

Haunting Lullabies

Characters (all Sanses from UTAU/MV): Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror, Cross

Word count: 3609

Trigger warnings: Swearing and harsh teasing (it's pretty much bullying)

Summary: Nightmare tasks the gang with watching a child for a day while he's out, thinking things will go smoothly. To his dismay, they don't.

The Bad Sanses were sitting in the living room, Nightmare on his chair, Killer and Dust sharing the larger couch, and Horror and Cross sharing the loveseat. Error had been absent for the majority of the day, either off destroying or hiding away in the Anti-Void. The five present members were each doing their respective hobbies in relative silence, enjoying the calm evening after a long, tiresome day of causing havoc throughout the AUs.

Nightmare took a rather large sip of his coffee, then said abruptly, “I feel that I should let you know ahead of time that Error and I will be gone all day tomorrow, and in our absence the four of you will be looking after a child. I owe a friend of mine a favour and it seems that… babysitting, is the task they’ve chosen.”

This sudden comment drew the attention of everyone in the room, actually resulting in a true, pure silence. Panicked eyelights were darting around the room between one another and Nightmare, desperately hoping that they had misheard.

“What…? Boss, what do you even mean? A kid?” Killer started suddenly, confusion all over his features.

“Please tell me it’s not a human.” Dust added, his eyesockets wider than his usual apathetic appearance allowed.

A small chuckle from Nightmare, “No, he isn’t a human. He’s a skeleton monster like yourselves. However, he is quite fragile, so please do be careful with him. I can imagine that you’re all wondering why I don’t watch him, as I’m the one who owes the favour, and the answer is quite simple: I don’t want to.”

Cross stared agape at the smirk on Nightmare’s face, apparently not understanding how one could just not follow through on a debt just because they “didn’t want to”.

“Is something the matter, you two? You seem awfully quiet and I thought you’d have more to say on the matter.” Nightmare asked Cross and Horror in a low voice, however completely unthreatening.

“Well, I don’t really know much about takin’ care of a kid… the best I got is Aliza.” Horror said slowly, evidently still processing the situation. Cross quickly nodded in agreement, still silent.

“I mean, you’ve had Chara living in your skull for a while now, so you’ve still got a step up above the rest of us. I mean, I guess that I worked with Chara for a while, but they were a maniac, so I don’t think they really count…” Killer said to Cross; however, quickly trailing off in uncertainty.

“I killed my human.” Dust added softly.

“What’s that gotta do with it?” Horror asked, now looking at Dust.

“I don’t wanna accidentally kill the kid we’re supposed to watch.” He answered.

“Trust me, that won’t happen.” Nightmare replied, doing little to alleviate his concerns.

Silence followed briefly before Cross said, “So how old is he? Is there anything specific we should know? Is his magic stable? You said that he’s fragile, so will we need to dedicate certain times to healing? We need so much information to make sure we don’t kill him!”

Nightmare seemed to ponder the questions for a small moment before replying with a smile, “He’s a few months past 6 years old, however he looks, acts, and thinks much older. He doesn’t have much usable magic, so you won’t have to worry about that. While he is fragile, there is nothing you can do to help, so no amount of healing will do anything. Just keep him comfortable and entertained and you’ll all be fine.”

“You really seem like you’re purposefully not telling us shit about him.” Killer commented, shaking his head in disbelief.

“That’s fully intentional, but please, do not worry too much. You’ll be fine. When you all wake tomorrow, I’ll be gone and won’t be back until late at night. He will most likely be here before you wake, so please try not to sleep in too much.” Nightmare replied with a soft smile and laugh at the end.

A pained groan quickly erupted from both Killer and Dust at the knowledge that they won’t be able to sleep in.

Nightmare laughed again, shook his head, and refocused his attention back onto his book.

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The child had been roaming the halls of the mansion for quite some time now, admittedly getting rather bored. He had pondered causing chaos multiple times since Nightmare left, but has decided against it every time… well. Every time but this one it seems.

He ran to the laundry area, in the hopes to find some buckets. After a short amount of time spent rummaging around, he finally found a few beside a washing machine. A silly, evil giggle erupted before quickly being silenced, even though he was two floors beneath anyone and he knew that no one had woken up yet.

He ran as fast as he could to the bedroom wing on the second floor, holding several buckets. After reaching the wing, he quickly made his way to Error’s room, hoping desperately that there was leftover string or yarn from the many dolls and scarfs that were so often being made. To his excitement, he found a rather large amount of lime green yarn that would work perfectly.

He set to work, filling four buckets with water and attaching fairly intricate pulley systems to each, rigging them all to dump at their perfect moments.

Now to wait…

He sat down quietly against a wall across from the bedroom doors and began to sleep. Or at least what appeared to be sleeping from an outside perspective. He had actually just entered a semi-unconscious daydreaming state that could easily be disrupted.

Time quickly passed with the child sitting on the floor.

Suddenly, a tired groan from one of the rooms awoke the child from his trance. He quickly stood up, waiting for whoever it was to leave their room. Some shuffling could be heard from what the child knew to be Killer’s room and they could barely contain their giggle when they heard him approach the door to come into the hallway.

The doorknob turned and the system was set into motion.

Killer opened the door and walked out, surprised to see the child waiting there, but raised his hand to say hi.

Out of nowhere, a bucket of water dumped onto his head, drenching him completely and resulting in a loud, startled yell of utter confusion.

The child burst into fits of laughter, unable to contain it any longer.

All the sudden commotion woke the other sleeping skeletons and forced them out of their rooms to see what the problem was. As soon as their doors opened and they walked out, buckets dumped cold water onto their heads.

Everyone was completely confused and staring at the child with reactions that varied from amusement to pissed off. The child in question was currently on the floor dying of laughter because apparently he found their suffering and misery to be hilarious.

“Ok… what the fuck? Huh??” Was all that could be said from Killer, still staring at the skeleton child on the floor.

Dust didn’t even bother saying anything about the situation, he just shook his head and turned back into his room to change.

There was a moment of stunned silence before Horror slowly approached the child, asking quietly, “I take it you’re the kid Nightmare wants us to watch?”

The child took a second to calm down, but then looked up at the large skeleton ahead of him and quieted down slightly, however still letting out copious amounts of giggles.

“Yeah, that’s me. My name’s Lullaby. You’re Horror right?” another burst of giggles, “Sorry about the water, I just got super bored because you were all sleeping and I didn’t know what to do.” The child, now Lullaby, answered through more laughter and wide smiles.

Cross looked around the hallway, noticing the very complicated design of the yarn attached to all four of their rooms, then back to Lullaby, very confused as to how a 6 year old managed to accomplish this, and wondering how long they had been here.

“You set all of this up?? How long have you been here?” Cross asked incredulously before Horror could think of a response.

Lullaby smiled innocently before saying, “I’ve been here for about 2 or 3 hours? Setting this up only took about 15 minutes, though.”

“Ok hold up, I need to wrap my head around. You’re telling me, this 6 year old brat that Boss is forcing us to watch set this all up in 15 minutes? I don’t buy it.” Killer said in a dark tone of voice, very tempted to summon some of his knives and get rid of this nuisance.

“Killer, calm down. It’s just water and not that big of a deal.” Horror grumbled in his raspy voice, watching carefully to make sure he didn’t try anything.

Killer just scoffed and turned back into his room, clearly annoyed.

“Don’t worry too much about him, he just gets… grumpy. Especially this early in the morning. Well, it’s early for him anyways.” Cross chimed in. He was still soaked in water, but was very clearly amused.

Dust finally came back out of his room, dressed in clothes perfect for lounging around the house all day. He approached Lullaby and kneeled down so they were on the same level.

“Good job, kid, I’m impressed. Not just anyone can piss off Killer so fast.” He said with a wide smirk on his face and held his hand up for a high five. Lullaby gave him one with a smile stretched wide.

“I know, I know. I should be a professional shit disturber, right?” Lullaby asked, his smile still going strong.

Cross and Horror broke out into small fits of laughter, clearly not having expected that, whereas Dust just raised his ‘eyebrows’ in surprise.

“You totally should, that sounds like a great occupation.” Cross replied, trying to steady himself.

Horror nodded in agreement, then said, “I say we reward the newfound shit disturber with some nice cream.”

“Can I have some?” Killer called out from his room, still not opening the door.

Dust scoffed, “If you agree to play nice and not kill the kid then maybe we’ll consider giving you some.”

Silence followed for a few long seconds, when finally the door creaked open and out came Killer.

“Fine. I won’t kill him, BUT I will get my revenge.” He said maliciously, eyesockets narrowed at Lullaby.

“Oh noooooo, I’m so scared.” He muttered to himself; however, Killer unfortunately heard.

“I’m trying to be nice, and this is the reaction I get? Nah, I’m going all out. You’re going to regret coming here, kid.”

“We’ll see.”

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As the day passed by ever so slowly, Killer stayed true to his word. He had his fun torturing Lullaby, by first stealing his nice cream, then scaring him multiple times throughout the day, then taking away anything that he had been enjoying, and many more things that progressively got worse. He would taunt him and insult him, commenting on his broken and damaged bones, calling him names, teleporting him to parts of the mansion furthest away from anyone else, making fun of his purple clothing, and just overall making this day very unpleasant for him. The others tried intervening when they could, but there was only so much that they could do.

At one point, Lullaby seemed to have a mini panic attack that caused Killer to slightly falter, but not stop.

Cross, Dust, and Horror all talked to Killer, trying to get him to stop, but they were all met with a shrug and a comment similar to, “He knew what he was getting into. Besides, it's not even that bad, I’m just teasing him. It’ll help toughen the kid up!”

Eventually, Lullaby started avoiding him, if he saw Killer come near, he’d leave immediately.

Around 8pm, Dust caught Lullaby hiding in a broom closet with his eyes shut tight and muttering something, seemingly talking to someone. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him, making enough noise so his presence was obvious. Lullaby looked up at him, startled as he sat down.

“Are you alright, kid? … No, that’s a stupid question. Killer’s been a complete jerk to you and it’s not fair or right. He’s not used to talking to people outside of our group unless he’s killing ‘em, so he might think that this is ok behaviour. I mean, fuck he’s always doing it to me. Well, not to this extent, but still…” Dust whispered to him, not wanting to draw outside attention. Lullaby’s shoulders sank and he hugged his knees tightly.

“I just thought it would be funny… I figured he of all people would agree. Do you think he hates me…?” He asked reluctantly. Dust’s head snapped towards him, eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.

“No, kid. Not at all. He’s just a massive hypocrite who can dish it out but can’t take it. Stars, it’s nothing against you.” He shook his head and pulled Lullaby closer to him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. He felt him tense up at the contact and quickly let go.

Lullaby looked away with a sad expression on his face and nodded, standing up to leave. Dust followed suit, opening the door and walking out.

The two walked the halls towards the kitchen, hoping to meet Horror there, but being intercepted by Killer. Lullaby hid behind Dust, grabbing onto his sweatshirt and careful not to touch his scarf.

“Awww, is the little baby hiding behind Dusty? C’mon kid, I thought you were better than that. Aren’t you the one who said ‘we’ll see’ when I told you that you were gonna regret coming? You think that was a little cocky of you? Maybe you regret your stupid your stupid water prank?” Killer taunted, his voice chock-full of spite.

Dust glared at him, “Seriously? He’s 6, Killer. He dunked you with water, because it’s funny. I thought you of all people could take a joke. You’re way out of line. How the hell do you think Boss is gonna react when he finds out how you’ve been acting? We were charged with watching the kid and making sure that he’s ‘comfortable and entertained’, neither of which you’ve been doin-”

“Aw come on! I’ve totally been entertaining!”

“Leave him alone. If I find out that you’ve continued antagonizing him, there’ll be hell to pay.”

A quick, unreadable look from Killer, and he was gone.

Dust turned to take Lullaby’s hand so they could keep walking, but quickly saw that he was crying. He kneeled down and used the sleeve of his shirt to wipe away the violet tears that looked much more oily than a regular skeleton’s tears would. After wiping them away, they seemed to stain his bones a much darker colour than the tears were. It was almost black and caused Dust to do a double take.

“Kid? Why a-”

“He’s just like them.”

Dust sat in silence, his ‘eyebrows’ scrunched in confusion.

“Whatever, it doesn’t matter. I don’t care. I’m staying.” He muttered to himself, but Dust could tell that he seemed to be telling someone else that he was staying. Someone that wasn’t himself or Dust.

The two of them stood up, and resumed their walk to the kitchen.

They walked in silence, eventually getting back to a sight that they didn’t expect.

Killer was sitting at the dinner table, his head in his arms and Cross beside him with a resigned look on his face.

Dust could feel Lullaby tense up, but neither said anything.

Killer looked up and his teasing stature seemed to crumble.

There was silence for a moment before he began, “Listen, kid. I’m sorry. I’m sure they’ve told you that I ‘struggle with emotions’ or whatever crap excuses they tried to give you to cover up for me. I dish out my pranks and comments to everyone, but I don’t know why I’ve been especially mean- no, cruel. To you. I guess I was taken aback that you got me first, so I tried making up for it like this. So I’m sorry.”

Lullaby said nothing, but Dust felt his grip loosen.

“I get if you don’t wanna talk to me or anything, but I just wanted to tell you that I really am sorry.” Killer muttered resignedly as he got up from the table and began to walk towards the door.

When Killer passed by Lullaby and Dust, Lullaby quickly grabbed onto him, pulling him tightly into a hug.

Killer stared down at him in shock, then slowly hugged him back.

“It was nice to hear you say that, but I can’t make myself believe it.” Lullaby said, dropping his arms and pulling back so tears could be seen to form in his broken eye sockets, “I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s too cruel. You’re great people and it was nice to meet you, but I really wish we could have started off better. Maybe I’ll bring myself to speak to you again later.”

Everyone’s faces shifted from confusion to shock when Lullaby’s body began leaking a dark substance from its crevices and orifices, especially his right eyesocket.

Slowly, Lullaby was completely engulfed in the goo, all of his injuries hidden and the hole where his right eye should have been was covered. Finally, his eyelight changed to a cyan slit and his demeanour changed from being a scared child, to that of a very pissed off King.

Nightmare glared at Killer, his tentacles lashing around violently, displaying his anger.

“You have no idea how much shit you’re in, Killer. It never occurred to you that maybe you should stop when you triggered him into having a panic attack? You never stopped to wonder why he did so? Why he hid?” He hissed, his tentacles sharp and pointed at Killer.

“I didn’t stop to think. I was upset that he got me fir-”

“I heard your whole speech earlier, don’t waste my time by repeating yourself.”

There was silence as Killer looked to his feet.

“Can’t explain yourself? Fine, then don’t. I don’t care to hear it anyways. As for my explanation, Lullaby is the name my past self goes by, as the name ‘Nightmare’ contains far too many negative connotations and memories. He follows me as a ghost that I can see and communicate with. I’ve been watching you all day, and honestly Killer, I’m very disappointed. You practically reenacted the worst years of his life. Of course, your ‘apology’ helps your case; however, I’m still quite upset.” Nightmare scolded, still glaring at Killer.

“He wanted to meet all of you, so we agreed that today would be a good day to do so, as Error would be out and we had no plans. I want to thank the three of you,” he looked to Dust, Horror, and Cross, “for assisting and comforting him. I appreci-”

“I’m so sorry.”

Nightmare looked back to Killer, only to see far less Hate leaking from his eyes, however being replaced by his red tears.

“I didn’t know. I thought that we were just having some fun, but I guess towards the end, I was just being mean on purpose because I wanted to feel powerful. Ha… feel powerful over a fucking 6 year old. Man, I really am the worst…” Killer sobbed, trailing off at the end.

Nightmare’s tentacles calmed and rounded slightly at the tips. He was at a loss for words. It was a very rare occurrence to see Killer cry, but when he did, it was genuine.

Everyone was quiet, broken only by Killer’s weeping.

Nightmare sighed, then pulled Killer towards him with his tentacles, gently embracing him. The other three respectfully kept their distance.

“Lullaby said it’s ok. He doesn’t blame you and you shouldn’t blame yourself. We both knew what he was getting into by taking control; however, I cannot let this go unpunished.” Nightmare murmured, gently rubbing his back with a tentacle. He felt Killer tense up slightly and he could feel his dread radiating.

“It’s nothing cruel or torturous, I assure you. However, you won’t like it.”

He could feel the others’ apprehension as he continued to console Killer.

“You’ll be taking care of everyone’s chores, you’ll be assisting Horror with dinners, and you’ll be going to bed at 9pm, all for a month from today.” He asserted, instantly feeling his disappointment, but also understanding. Dust cheered when Nightmare said Killer will be doing their chores, Horror groaned when he said that he’ll be helping in the kitchen, and Cross laughed at the fact that he’ll have a bedtime.

Killer pulled away, wiped his face with his sleeve, and nodded.

“You said, Lullaby followed you as a ghost, and that you heard me talking earlier, so does that mean he can hear me now?” Killer asked slowly. To this, Nightmare with a quiet sound of confirmation. “In that case, I’m sorry, kid. I really am.”

Nightmare’s eyelight flickered into Lullaby’s purple one, but he didn’t uncorrupt, instead he said in his lighter voice and with a smile, “It’s ok. I really don’t blame you. Personally, I would have revoked your nice cream privileges, but this will do.”

His eyelight flickered back to cyan and his smile changed to a smirk, “I actually think that’s a great idea. Fuck you, no nice cream for a week.”

Killer fell to his knees dramatically, seemingly mostly back to his old self, and yelled out numerous profanities.

Everyone laughed at the sight, Lullaby included.

So, this follows my headcanon that Nightmare is made up of three consciousnesses: the original passive Nightmare (he goes by Lullaby now), the Corruption (literal negativity - goes by C), and Nightmare (he's a combination of the other 2 - primarily has control of their body). Lullaby can take control whenever he wants since he's the original (the other 2 can't take it from him), and C can take from Nightmare, but Nightmare can't take from C. For about 2 centuries after the Apple Incident, C (he went by Nightmare to keep up appearances) had complete control over their body because Lullaby didn't want to interact with reality at all (at this point, he wasn't even following as a ghost, he was just gone). After those ~2 centuries, the combination between them formed and others would notice that Nightmare had significantly calmed down, signifying the formation of the current and most well-known Nightmare.

This is inspired by a YouTube video by AButterfly (www.youtube.com/watch?v=10iGbkHDafA) and I seriously suggest you watch it! Not even just for context, but because it's cool.

Thanks for reading! :D

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jiunngs · 2 years

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FLASHBACK ✶ YOON KEEHO

ft. gn!reader x yoon keeho. warnings: drinking, a couple mentions of throwing up. wc 1.7k

desc ★ caught up in a quiet moment, keeho thinks back to how you two met.

all was peaceful inside the small apartment, the only sounds coming from the songs on the music channel turned down low and the occasional screech from a car outside.

the two of you were sprawled out on the sofa, your head resting on keeho's chest while your legs tangled with one another's; one of his hands idly playing with your hair and the other dangling off of the edge. you were happily sleeping, only ever stirring to shift slightly in your place or pipe up with the odd contented noise in your slumber.

his attention drifted between half-interest in the music videos he recognised on the television and gazing down fondly at you, smile unable to stop itself from stretching across his lips every time he stole a glance.

he was perfectly at ease with the positions you were in, and would've been happy staying there for as long as time allowed — perhaps he'd even join you in your napping — until a familiar tune caught his ears, and he moved his eyes to the mv currently playing.

it was a song keeho knew, like the back of his hand. why wouldn't he remember the very lyrics that had played the first time you two had met, after all? call him sappy, but he'd added it to his playlist the second he could find the time to, wanting to return to that instance even if only for as long as the melody played.

relaxing back into the cushions, he allowed himself to reminisce in the quiet. with the tune still ringing in his ears, he closed his eyes and thought back to— what was it, almost three years ago now?

he was at a party thrown by someone he knew from somewhere, somehow. a friend of a friend of a friend, or something along those lines. with a singular glass of something that looked deceptively fruity nearly full sat in front of him, and no one else near him to attempt to make conversation with at the lonely minibar, he wasn't exactly having heaps of fun at that very moment. it was a little out of character for him to be alone in a corner at an event where he would've usually gone out of his way to meet new people and enjoy himself, but for some reason he didn't feel that up to dragging himself to his feet and mingling with the crowd. it was much easier to stay seated and by himself, with no one else to force himself to try and talk to.

yet lo and behold, the universe seemed to ignore his wishes completely and his waning attention span was snapped by a frantic tapping on his shoulder. keeho had turned and came to face to face with a worried-looking blonde, who had a very wasted friend mumbling things unintelligible to both leaning on his shoulder.

"hey, um, can i ask you a favour, really quick?"

he was wary, but nodded anyway. at least looking after a drunken stranger would give him something to do other than stare at the wall.

"would you mind just- keeping them company for a sec? another one of my friends just threw up all over the host's bathroom. it's really bad, i've gotta help clean it up before they find out."

partly out of curiosity of what he would get out of entertaining the (h/c) still talking to themselves and breaking out into the occasional hysterical giggle, and partly out of sympathy for the blonde about to spend the rest of his night cleaning up someone else's vomit, keeho agreed and gestured to the empty space beside him.

a flurry of things in amongst the rush of 'thank you so much!!' and 'i really, really owe you for this' were thrown at him full speed, and in a blur of dyed platinum blonde and the purple of the jacket he was wearing, the unnamed boy was gone as quickly as he'd arrived, and keeho turned his gaze to the intoxicated state of the person now sitting slumped over the bar next to him.

all was silent for a minute between them, the only noise being the buzz of the people everywhere else and a song he was sure he'd heard once or twice before playing over the top. then, the (h/c) launched into a full-blown rant out of nowhere, eyes wide and expression looking almost offended as they lurched towards the dark-haired man still staring at them.

"and appar'ntly- apparently he's married!? like, wh't the fuck? that's- that's just fucking crazy, man. he's so.. strange! anything but marriage material, 'f you ask me. who'd look at an english professor and think 'thats th'guy i wanna marry,' you know? weird as shit.."

they trailed off when they looked up into keeho's eyes properly, squinting and then, after coming to the realisation that this probably wasn't the person intended to hear their story, recoiling backwards so fast they nearly toppled over, prompting keeho to panic and grab onto them, pull them back upright, and hope it all ended without any broken arms.

as it turned out, it ended with a head of tousled (h/c) locks buried into his chest whilst he held them to him in an attempt to stop them from falling, and he froze completely when wide (e/c) irises stared straight into his, air suddenly hard to find. his heartbeat sounded a lot louder than the chorus of the vaguely familiar song in that moment, which made no sense because the speakers it was blasting out of were practically right up against his side.

the person he still didn't know the name of cleared their throat and slowly righted themselves, seeming more sober than previously after their close encounter.

"..you're not jiung."

he shook his head once, flicking his eyes to the glass he'd since completely forgotten about and wondering if it was the wrong time to down it all in one go. "uh, no. i'm not. i'm keeho."

then came the bordering-on-awkward silence once again, until the (h/c) offered up their own name in return.

"keeho. i'm (y/n). wh're did jiung go? sorry, i didn't mean t'start rambling on at you."

keeho rushed to reassure the stranger (who now had been named, at least) that they had no need to apologise, and also fill them in on the whereabouts of their friend. they made a face when they heard the news, snickering to themselves as they made a comment about how they didn't envy him in that regard.

it was then they set their sights on his drink.

"so.. keeho.. d'you want that, or are you jus' gonna stare at it? if not.."

although it most likely wasn't the best idea, he only sighed and slid it over, watching as (y/n) cheered and took a long sip, virtually melting into their chair afterwards.

things seemed to flow a little easier following their introductions, the pair making conversation about anything they could think of and finding they had more in common than expected, smiles and laughs traded comfortably between them.

belatedly keeho realised he was having more fun that he'd first thought he would, and let himself relax a little more. getting acquainted with (y/n) was never on the list of things he'd envisioned himself doing that night — partly because he'd never heard of them before the moment he was being saddled with them and left to fend for himself — but he was glad that he did.

he was less glad that jiung decided to made his reappearance right when they were just getting friendly, although hid it underneath a smile and a teasing question of whether he had managed to get the evidence of his friend emptying the contents of his stomach all over a bathroom that wasn't his; to which the dyed blonde simply grimaced and said the worst of it had been dealt with.

seeing as the (h/c) was beginning to slip back into what looked more like the barely-conscious state they had been left with keeho in (probably due to them draining his glass completely, fruit wedges and ice cubes included), when jiung thanked him for the second time and offered up his number in case he ever wanted to ask the blonde for a favour of his own, he decided to cash it in on the spot.

"do you think i could have (y/n)'s number?"

although initially unsure, he eventually agreed once keeho had sworn he had no ill intentions toward the (h/c), and once both were put into his phone the pair went on their way, leaving only keeho's empty glass behind as evidence they had ever been there at all.

he'd stared at the digits under '(y/n)' for what felt like hours when he'd finally gotten home, before trying to convince himself to snap out of it and leave it until the next morning.

and yet his impatience got the better of him, so he shot you a text asking if you wanted to meet up the next day if the hangover wasn't too awful, and then passed out fully clothed after praying everything would work out from there.

but in the end you had lasted for coming up on three years now, so he supposed he'd done something right along the way.

"-eeho. babe! are you awake?"

the voice tore him right out of his daydream, and he opened his eyes again to see you sitting up on his lap, hair mussed up and sticking up in places and the heel of your hand coming up to rub at your bleary eyes. it brought a smile to his face, and he tugged you closer to him and started to lightly comb through your hair.

"what were you thinking about? you were miles away."

he hummed, smoothing down (h/c) strands to press a kiss to the top of your head and then moving to lie back down, pulling you with him. you were both fully entangled this time, a mess of limbs on the sofa that made it hard to tell where one ended and the other began. the way he liked best.

"ah, nothing much. just about how loud you snore."

your noise of indignation made him snort, and soon you were both playfighting and laughing until you collapsed again, exhausted from the mini impromptu wrestling match, but happy.

the day he met you might've been fun, but keeho found the days you spent together now were something he enjoyed tenfold.

✿ ahh hi??? i wanted to try and write for kpop too (and write again in general because it's definitely been a while LOL) so like. i hope this wasn't crazy awful and u weren't clawing at the walls collapsing throwing up etc.. lmk though!! im gonna pass out now but i'll double check 4 any mistakes later ^_^ gnn

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ansbobcar · 7 months

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Darts (OrKa scenario)

Orter x fem oc (my oc Rinka) my friend helped make the shipname :D

Feel free to imagine it as a x fem reader tho if you want. (Gotta encourage y'all to write more)

Anyways I'm too lazy to write it properly I got inspired by too many manhwa scenes and that one kdrama called Nevertheless well the ost mvs atleast so here you go:

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Rinka and Orter are at Joe's again but instead of opting to do the monthly endurance drinking game that he won 24/25 times. He suggests a different game.

"Darts?" - Yeah. (fyi idk how darts work so this is like not accuratteeee)

The gist of it is that whoever hits the lower target has to drink a shot and that after x number of rounds, whoever has the higher score winsss and gets a favour from the loser. And if you've read the fandom wiki - Orter is god at darts.

Oh yeah and this is without magic too so Rinka's garbage at it. "How do you do this without magic?"

"Let me show you."

They're both pretty comfortable with each other (I mean they're like fake dating dating out of convenience) and too concentrated on the game to really take a moment and consider how close they were with each other. Like the sides of their heads were practically beside each other with his arms guiding hers. They both don't notice it even when she gets her first tiny win (the dart actually hit the thing) in an ocean of fails.

I'm telling you they're oblivious to the fact they ACTUALLY like each other romantically. Nobody even points it count because THEY ARE SUPPOSED TO BELIEVE THAT THEY'RE IN LOVE. (It's genuinely stupidly effective that Kaldo, someone who knows Rinka really well, can't spot the half-lie.)

Rinka's like tipsy at this point (they played like a bunch of rounds) but thinks she can keep going with the drinking.

So Orter wins obviously but he doesn't utilise the favour straight away like she did. (Not yet published EP 7 moment)

He's saving it for when it's necessary to use because she's pretty accepting when she trusts that person to doing stuff.

They head back to his office and like: the two heavy drinkers were now officially drunk.

Orter's open about his feelings/thoughts he sounds more like a flirt/clingy lmao while Rinka's shy (her usual persona is more like a cool older sister type, so her being shy/hesitant which is more in line with her as a teen is like partial truth.)

So mannerism switch from the typical OrKa interaction.

Orter brushes out some loose strands from her face (hairstyle is now down and free) and she's like not used to the feeling of being the center of attention still.

"Don't be startled when I say shouldn't hide yourself. You're pretty" She's taken aback by this (yeah bro has never stated she was pretty, it's a big deal). "Not even a thank you? You're too humble for your own good."

"You're starting to sound like Ryoh."

"How so?"

Lists their similarities until he's like right at her face and she's like super conscious of him. Bro's eyes feel like they're looking right through her which wells up more fear in her than expected.

But it's still calming.

They get interrupted by a phone call by Renatus that a super important corpse went missing.

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Extra thought/crack interaction:

Drunk Rinka: Oh god what the hell is he doing up in my face? Does he know... he shouldn't know how would he know AAAAAAAAAAAA

Meanwhile, Drunk Orter: I WANNA KEEP HERRRRR! SHE'S PRETTTTTYYYYY AND FUN!!! I LIKE HER AROUND!!

#mashle oc #mashle fanfic idea #orter madl #for future reference #mashle #mashle x oc #orter madl x oc #mashle fanfic

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OMG WHEN I SAW YOUR REPLY TO THE DAILY OC QUESTION OF WHO YOUR ALNST OC IS MOST LIKE IN THE ALNST CAST I JUST HAS AN IDEA

cas and kyo are like mizisua. azure is like luka. kyo died in a round with cas. kyo and azure have the same voice. azure will try and resemble kyo if he and cas were in a round so that he could win. it's basically ruler of my heart mv reenactment.

DO YOU SEE THE VISION? idk if you have any plans but i just wanted to know what you'd think

OH MY GOD I SEE THE VISION MY HEAD IS EXPLODING

I have plans in the OC ALNST going on soon to put Cas up against Onyx since most of Cas’s arc takes place before the 39th Alien Stage and therefore Cas vs Onyx is a conclusion to that arc, but you mentioned in a recent post how you’re going to consider the ALNST we’re doing alternate to your canon, so the way I think, I’m seeing it as like… half-canon? Three-quarters canon? Like certain aspects (like Cas v Onyx) I consider part of my characters’ canon and other aspects moving forward I might consider alternate canon, so even if there’s not an official Cas v Azure round I STILL GOTTA HAVE IT IN MY HEAD’S CANON BECAUSE THERE ARE SO MANY LAYERS TO THIS MATCHUP

Castor and Azure being the perfect hot and cold symbolism. Cas is visually warm (red hair, orange-gold eyes, always smiling) while Azure is visually cold (dark hair, ice blue eyes, steely expression). Red star and blue star symbolism—and isn’t it interesting that red is the coolest star while blue is the hottest? Kyo fits in here being known as a hothead, another contrast to Azure. Their voices are similar but they express them differently. Kyo dies to maintain his individuality and sense of autonomy while Azure has already lost his. THE PARALLELS BETWEEN THESE THREE, I COULD GO ON. I can’t stop picturing a Ruler of My Heart-like performance with those three because IMAGINEEEEE the weird sort of tension between Luka and Mizi but with Azure and Castor and then Cas keeps seeing Kyo as if he’s there too so they have a weird tension going on and the whole thing is *wild gesturing*

SO YEAH. Basically the three canon rounds I have in my head now for Castor are Kyo, Azure, and Onyx, Onyx being his last. Funny enough, I don’t even think he would win the round with Azure because he would be so thrown (and rising star vs falling star symbolism BLUE STAR RED STAR PSPSPSPSPS) but I could see something unconventional happening in such a round like with Ruler of My Heart, or I could see the audience getting angry because their two favorites are being pitted up against one another so early so whoever loses doesn’t REALLY lose and the whole thing gets swept under the rug to appease the crowd since they didn’t like this brand of drama so early on—not because it’s cruel, but because it’s anticlimactic. The audience wants a higher stakes battle with them and then Cas goes “aw hell naw I’m not doin that shit again” and fucking dies against Onyx I’m—

#alnst oc #alien stage oc #alnst oc: castor #alnst oc: kyo #alnst oc: onyx #alnst oc: azure #the way i screamed about them for 3 paragraphs #they’re narrative foils ur honor #asks

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secretlywritingstories · 1 year

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Future's gonna be okay | BTS one shot

Summary: Yoongi never thought he’d get a tattoo, but then again, he never anticipated that BTS would mean this much to him and so many others. He wore the tattoo with pride, and he was finally ready to share it with ARMY.

Word count: 3.9k

Tags: 2023!BTS, getting his 7 tattoo, introspection, shoulder injury, Agust D Tour, AMYGDALA mv, he loves BTS so much, you guys

Warnings: Talk about Yoongi's shoulder injury and his surgery (not graphic), and the scars on his shoulder, thoughts of the impending enlistment.

A/N: This is how I'm dealing with the Agust D tour ending. Gotta get my feelings out somehow <3

Read on AO3 or below

Yoongi wasn’t entirely sure when it turned from a loose idea, almost like a joke, into a tangible thing that they wanted to do. The idea of a shared tattoo had been floated around among them before, but it had never quite taken hold until they announced hiatus on group activities.

The last few years had been strange. Ever since the pandemic had slowed everything to a grinding halt, it had felt like they were caught in some weird type of limbo. Releasing singles in English and a few scattered concert dates without a live audience. The concerts came back eventually, they made an album that was supposed to be bye for now, but then plans changed again.

The will-they-won’t-they about the exemption of military enlistment had been hanging over their heads for entirely too long. Yoongi was happy that they finally decided to just go along and do the enlistment on their own terms. Even if it hurt to say goodbye to Seokjin hyung and Hoseok, to rub their shaved heads and send them off for more than a year. Into a world none of them had any experience with.

They’d done well. Of course, they’d done well because they were BTS, and the BTS members were nothing if not stubborn and determined. Gritting their teeth through pain and struggle to chase the dream.

Yoongi knew he was like that too. Back when they’d been trainees who refused to leave the dorm and give up on the idea of debuting. How he’d hid his shoulder injury in fear that it would rip away the future that he’d worked so hard for. A split second, a crash, and pain exploding through his body. How it could take away so much more than his mobility if he couldn’t keep dancing and performing. He had to keep going.

“We’ll be with you in a moment,” the receptionist told Yoongi with a polite smile. Their arms were covered in beautiful tattoos, sleeves that reminded Yoongi of Jungkook’s arm.

He nodded and tried not to feel nervous. Maybe he should have taken up offer from the members to get the tattoos done together. Seokjin, Hoseok, Namjoon and Taehyung had never tried to get tattooed before either, but they had also easily agreed to the special tattoo. After all, this wasn’t really a tattoo as such. It was something much more. A mark to connect the seven of them forever.

Yoongi could never have anticipated how deeply he’d care for those six boys, most of whom he’d met for the first time only wearing underwear in the dorm. How far they had come since then.

He twisted his shoulder a little, an old habit that had never quite gone away. It was one good thing to come from the pandemic halting their activities for so long. It gave a space for Yoongi to finally acknowledge that he couldn’t keep the pain in check with the injections anymore. It had been getting a lot worse, he still remembered the burning anger at himself when he had to skip part of the Black Swan choreography because he couldn’t do the required movement.

The surgery and the subsequent recovery had been painful. He’d been ready to curse out his physical therapy trainer more than once, but he’d always just clenched his teeth and obeyed. He’d do anything to get better, to get back into shape for performing. While the rest of his members performed at the end of year shows, he watched from home and did the work on his damn shoulder.

It was never going to be like before the injury. So many years of delaying surgery and relying on injections hadn’t benefitted him either. He knew that, but he wouldn’t have changed it. He would never want to change anything about their journey, as hard as it had been.

Not if it would risk them not getting here again.

“Min Yoongi-ssi?” the tattooist asked, coming out to greet him.

Yoongi rose from his seat and tried to keep his breathing steady. It was just a tattoo. Jungkook had a whole damn arm of them, and he’d even gotten some of them coloured in and shaded. This was a small number, just two lines. Easy to do.

Even if the meaning of that small number was massive.

He was the last one who needed to get it. He’d been dragging his feet for long enough.

Yoongi followed the tattoo artist into his work space, and he tried not to fidget too much. When they’d talked to HYBE about how they wanted to get a group tattoo, the company had provided them with a list of tattoo artists in Seoul, including the ones that had worked on Jimin and Jungkook before. They’d also provided a portfolio for each artist, even if they were just getting a small little thing done.

Yoongi had saved all of his members’ tattoos to show this artist. Most of them had been revealed on social media already, but he had asked everyone to take photos for him, up close and clear. The members had teased him that he was going to chicken out and not do it.

As if he would ever go back on a promise made to the members.

“Want to show me a reference for what you want?” the tattoo artist asked with a warm smile. He must have seen Yoongi fiddle with his phone.

He nodded and showed the photos. He waited for some kind of comment about seeing the infamous BTS group tattoos. It was strange to think about how almost everyone in the country knew him and his members. If not by name or face, then they’d still have heard of them. It was the kind of fame that was suffocating at times, when he just wanted to be Min Yoongi.

But without it, he wouldn’t be producer and BTS member SUGA, and he didn’t want to give that rush up for anything.

“I’m going to draw up some options for you, okay? And if you don’t like any of them, we’ll try something else,” he said, not making any comment about the photos, and went to get his sketch book.

Yoongi nodded and listened to the sound of pencil on paper while he looked at collection of the tattoos on his screen. Even the members who’d never thought that they’d get a tattoo had jumped in willingly. The tattoos were small and discreet, quite easy to conceal. Jimin and Jungkook’s were the only ones that couldn’t easily be concealed by clothing but even so, they’d been placed somewhere they wouldn’t be obvious on a first glance.

Yoongi was handed a whole page of 7s all skilfully written. When he’d booked this appointment, the tattoo artist had asked if he wanted to see options beforehand to decide. Yoongi knew that Namjoon had done that, and it had delayed his process a whole lot while he was agonising over which lettering to get.

And then he’d been disappointed that it had been over in just a handful of minutes. The 7 forever etched into his skin.

Yoongi chose on a whim. He decided against having a slash over it like the maknae line had. He picked the one that seemed simple, straightforward and neat.

“This one,” he said, and wondered if it was a bad sign that he could pick one out so easily.

Or maybe it was a good sign. It was not really about the tattoo itself. It was about what it represented.

And even more where it would be placed.

“Good, I’ll just get that ready up for you. Where do you want it?”

Yoongi had been thinking about this a whole lot more than about the design of the number. He’d considered where he could put it. He didn’t want it obviously visible, but he would like to be able to see it with his own eyes.

And then it had hit him exactly where it should be placed. There was only really one option. It seemed a little too much like fate to ignore it.

“Left shoulder,” Yoongi said.

He had a lot of scars on his shoulder. From the original crash, but also newer ones from the surgery. His struggle was literally carved into his flesh, bright and ugly. The ones from the crash hadn’t healed well. He’d never even gone to the hospital. He’d been young and desperate and hanging on by his fingertips. Debut was within reach and he was going to make it. He had to make it.

And he did.

He had a few small injection scars too. Too many years of relying on shots lubricate his joints and manage the pain and to be able to perform. It had never been a permanent solution; it had just been all they had to keep him going. Being stabbed over and over with a needle hadn’t been fun, and now he was getting a tattoo.

At least he had practice.

The surgery scars were subtle and clean. They had been minimised as much as possible, and Yoongi knew that the doctors had probably taken extra care to put him back together as beautifully as possible. He’d almost wanted to tell them that it didn’t matter. He wasn’t afraid of scars.

He carried them with pride.

But he was excited for his shoulder to bear the mark of something else. Not trauma, not pain management, not repair. BTS. His members. The love he felt for them living on his skin.

He’d thought his life and dream was done when he injured his shoulder. Now he’d mark that era with the proof that he had survived and thrived. He’d lived by one of his lyrics quite literally for years: If you feel like you're going to crash, then accelerate more.

He’d put his foot on the gas, pressing down and down, and he’d kept going. It had been so fast, almost too fast, but he’d continued to do it. And then BTS was flying. Taken off in a way he’d never been able to anticipate.

He was so fucking glad that he’d kept going.

Yoongi pulled the sleeve of his oversized T-shirt back, freeing his whole arm and most of his shoulder. Together with the tattoo artist he decided on the placement. The stencil was pressed into his skin.

When Yoongi turned his head and moved his shoulder forward, he could see it himself. It looked quite small on the wide expanse of his skin, but it matched the members’ tattoos in size. All of them had decided that the design and placement could vary, but they had to be roughly the same size.

Something small but impactful.

He stepped in front of the mirror to take a better look. It was strange to watch his shoulder and see how the tattoo would fit against his skin. He knew he was just staring at it, but the tattoo artist seemed content to give him space to just take it all in.

“I like it,” Yoongi said eventually.

“First tattoo?” the tattoo artist asked, and readied the station for Yoongi to sit down.

“Yeah, and probably only,” Yoongi answered honestly.

He didn’t quite foresee that he’d want a whole bunch like Jungkook, or even Jimin who had a few select pieces scattered across his body. Yoongi could appreciate that art and he thought that the two of them picked stuff that suited their bodies and style, but it wasn’t really for him.

He was too perfectionistic and indecisive to decide on anything to be inked into his skin forever. Except for this. Because this choice of tattoo was not just his. It was theirs. And they were in this together.

They had withstood so, so much. The road to debut, how they struggled to make an impact as rookies, how they started to get attention only to experience backlash from their own industry, how they had been catapulted into a form of stardom that no group before them had done, how they had almost disbanded because it was all too much. They’d not had seniors to guide them, or an experience company to back them up. It had all been figured out along the way, paving the way, and it had nearly fractured them more than once.

But they had clung onto each other. The one source of stability in everything going on was the love and respect they had for each other. They all continued to give it their all, and if even just one of them had given up, Yoongi wasn’t sure they would have made it today.

They were seven. They had always been meant to be seven. He was proud to wear the mark of the seven of them on his skin.

It was a familiar practice to breathe through the pain as a needle touched his shoulder. It was something else to feel the buzzing of the tattoo machine and the small little pinches, but he was surprised that it didn’t really hurt that much.

Maybe his shoulder had just gone a bit numb. He wouldn’t be surprised if that was the case. It was a small price to pay. These days it was mostly pain free, if he kept up with his exercises, and he had recovered a majority of his movement too.

It was easy to zone out to the steady sound of the tattoo gun. Sink into the feeling of it. He was surprised when the gun was lifted off his skin, and the buzzing stopped. It felt like no time had passed at all.

“Done?” he asked, almost a bit baffled.

“Yes,” the tattoo artist confirmed, and he sounded slightly amused. “It’s only a little one.”

Yoongi huffed out a laugh. Yeah. He’d known that. But it was something else to feel it on his skin.

He twisted his shoulder forward to look at the tattoo. His new tattoo. It looked good. The skin was a bit raised and red under the black lines but it looked nice already. Yoongi got the tattoo artist to help him snap a photo to the group chat before it was covered up.

He was given extensive instructions on how to take care of it, and he promised to follow them. When he’d booked the appointment, Yoongi knew that HYBE had the tattoo artist sign an NDA or something to make sure that he couldn’t share any information about the tattoo. He wasn’t worried about it leaking.

“Thank you,” Yoongi told the tattoo artist, turning his shoulder to look at the tattoo once more.

It felt right that he had it now. He’d not felt pressured at the start when they’d decided on this, but now that he was the last one to get it done, the rest of the boys had teased him quite fiercely. It had been deserved.

It was the reason that he sent the photo to the group chat before he even walked out of the studio. Their group chat could either be several hundred messages a day to crickets for weeks at a time. But ever since they didn’t have as many group activities right now, it seemed that most of them made an effort to use it more.

Yoongi knew that he did. It was strange not to see each other most days. He missed the members and while texting didn’t really solve that ache, it did soothe it a little.

It would take a couple of days before all of them had reacted, with Jungkook being the last, but their reactions were very similar. They were excited, and happy and also still teasing Yoongi for dragging his feet so much.

Whenever he ran into the members in the coming months, all of them would ask to see his tattoo in the flesh. They all found it hilarious that he didn’t want to reveal it to ARMY and that there seemed to be a conspiracy that he’d gotten the tattoo on his butt.

He got asked about it every time he went live, but he kept elegantly dodging the questions. He wanted the reveal to be something special, and until then he was having quite a lot of fun with AMRY making a big deal of his tattoo. He promised himself that he’d at least show it before he enlisted, so they wouldn’t have to wait for while he went away. A bit of a parting gift.

He'd been working on the D-DAY ever since he finished up D-2, and he’d been so excited to finally get it out there. He was very proud of the songs, and he worked hard for all of the promotions and videos that he did along with the launch.

The music video for AMYGDALA had been particularly hard, diving into a trauma that he’d never really shown so openly. He’d sat down with Lumpens and told him what he wanted to achieve. The storytelling had come together beautifully and he loved that he had something so visual to accompany his music.

It had been hell to shoot, digging into emotions that he normally left be in the past behind him where they belonged. But it was almost cathartic to go through this. To capture it, so he could put it behind him. It was how writing the song had felt too.

All the while he shot it, he thought of the tattoo under his shirt, the mark that he and BTS had made it. He’d been healing, he’d been putting himself together. The door was still out of reach, but he didn’t stop fighting. He would never stop accelerating and fighting.

It was an insane idea to do a solo tour, but the other boys and HYBE had supported him. He’d been blown away by the support from ARMY, and how the tickets had been ripped away just as if it was a BTS concert. He knew he had a big legacy to carry all on his own and he worked his butt off for it.

He poured his heart and soul into the tour and up on stage every night, he sang from Agust D, D-2, D-DAY as well as BTS’s catalogue. The setlist and performance was carefully crafted and ARMY loved it.

They loved it so much that he was given a second chance to have tour dates in Seoul. Three more days. The finale. Six weeks after the tour was meant to end, he got a second chance to go again. And if he’d placed the tour dates so that Hoseok and Seokjin could take their leave and attend it, and so that Jungkook, Jimin and Namjoon could join him on stage, then that was just his business.

Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook had been in the audience cheering him on the original final date, and Seokjin, Hoseok and Namjoon were in the audience on the new final date. All of his boys had come to see him, and he even got to pull some of them up on stage with him.

At every concert, ARMYs chanted their full fan chant as he geared up to play Life Goes On, the song that was originally meant to be their goodbye for now before they’d started to enlist. Plans had changed, but now Yoongi could play it before he had to go himself.

Life worked out funny sometimes.

He’d prepared a few special things for that night. The last final tour date. He had promised himself not to get overwhelmed with emotions, but he should have guessed that it was inevitable. Crying had been unfortunate, but ARMYs’ voices had come surrounded him, helping carry him through the songs. Seeing their faces and hearing their voices was why he was an artist, so it felt only fitting.

He loved creating music, but it would never have felt complete without getting to come out onto stage and share it. Music was meant to be played out loud and shared.

While he was rushing to get changed for the encore, Namjoon, Seokjin and Hoseok appeared backstage. Yoongi had been surprised to see them since they were meant to leave the concert early to get out safely, but instead they’d come to see him. To pull him into a hug after his tears on stage.

He’d protested, telling them to get off and just leave, but he’d still melted into the embraces and held on too tightly. They’d almost made him cry again. These men that he’d shared his life with could move past his barriers in a way no one else could.

During the encore, he finally revealed his tattoo. He played it off like it wasn’t a big thing, like he hadn’t been hiding the tattoo for several months and seen ARMY all spiral out trying to guess where it might be.

He wondered how many of them had figured out that he’d put it right on the shoulder that had almost cost him this life. He wore a smug smile as he pulled his jacket off to show it. The screams echoed inside of his skull, as he put the jacket back on and got on with the show.

He knew the members would tease him for how dramatic he was being with the reveal, but it felt right. Standing in front of ARMY. The 7 was for BTS, but they also wouldn’t have been BTS without ARMY. So, it felt right to show it here in Seoul, the city that had become his home, while knowing the concert was also being streamed to thousands more who couldn’t be with him physically but who was with him in spirit.

He was fighting back emotions as he walked around waving goodbye for the final time. The last time he’d stand on the stage before his enlistment. He hadn’t said it, but he didn’t need to. His time was coming soon, but he was ready now.

And he would come back. They would come back. He truly believed that the next time he’d stand on the stage in Seoul, it would be with all of his members. They’d be a little older, but that would be all. He trusted in the power of 7.

He ended with the white door. The one he had never managed to make it through in the AMYGDALA video. His shoulder ached, like it always did after a long concert, but Yoongi felt too elated to mind it. He reached for the handle, opened the door and walked through.

Turning around, he waved goodbye to ARMY, proud to have reached this part of his life. He closed the door, and he was rushed back to HYBE.

He did a quick Weverse live to check in with ARMY, and officially mark the end of the tour, and then he would go have dinner and drinks with his boys. He’d listen to their teasing and feel their love.

Maybe they’d take a photo of their matching tattoos now that his wasn’t secret anymore.

Even in this period of uncertainty where they would all be split up for more than a year, he truly believed in the message he’d left up on the screen at the concert.

As long as he had BTS, the future was going to be okay.

#bts fandom #bts fanfction #bts fic #bts fanfic #my stories #pedia

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sternbilder · 9 months

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Ranking my favorite 2023 K-pop comebacks

I feel like 2023 was a year where I followed kpop comebacks especially diligently bc of my newfound interest in dance, and since it's 2024 this means an entire year has passed now of This

here's a list of my 10 personal favorite title tracks this year, happy new year all!

The Top Ten

1. Monsta X - "Beautiful Liar"

listen. when I said

in january of last year I meant it with my whole ass and I stand by it an entire earth year later. this song fucks So hard

firstable Yes I'm sad this is their last cb with most of the group in a while but also jesus what a banger to go out on

I love the guitars, the looks everyone is serving, the funky little twist in the song structure after the second verse, plus thinking always about lovemelovemelovemetellmetellmetellme + the chains + kihyun with a literal goddamn whip + the gunshot sound effects punctuating joohoney's verse. chefs kiss

2. Taemin - "Guilty"

god taemin is back and you can just feel the catholicity through the screen. the haunting vocals. the delicious string textures throughout (the way the arpeggios shift to pizzicato for the second verse!). the 6/4 time (the only choreo I learned this year that was not to an 8 count). the fucking through the shirt grab. the bridge which they extended in the MV specifically to squeeze in Even More Yearning™.

this is a perfect cb and I will say the rest of the album is also flawless and my favorite out of this list. honestly this probably would have been first if not for the fact that I personally just liked beautiful liar so goddamn much. thank you taemin. no notes.

3. SHINee - "HARD"

aka the song I previously described as "2 baddies, but Good" (no really, they have same key signature & near identical song structure. listen to them side by side with HARD on .95 speed if you don't believe me)

anyway, like 2 baddies this is SM-flavored af but I love the old school hip-hop vibes in HARD soooo much. I've had some people tell me they found it weird and off-putting but to me it's effortlessly cool but also earnest and just. fun? (not only the music but also the visuals? hello? the fashions in this MV) def gotta be one of my most played this year

4. Lee Gi Kwang - "Predator"

ok now for a dark horse pick. I feel like in the borderline 5th gen landscape nowadays older groups are often forgotten (even though hello! 2nd gen bgs are back from the military now and are having a Moment) so people perhaps understandably overlooked this one but god this song is a bop.

is it just criminal by taemin part 2 but less sexy and with a lower budget? yes. but the song is an absolute bop and the choreo slaps in its own right so imo it's a very worthy homage especially given it captures its exact gender of "pathetic sadboy making horny mistakes and needing to dance abt it" so so perfectly,

5. Exo - "Cream Soda"

tbh not what I was expecting from an exo comeback and I was surprised that I ended up liking this so much given I didn't really care for the prerelease tracks, but the more I listened the more this grew on me?

ofc it's an exo track so the vocals are 100 emoji but the chorus and melodies are simply addictive and the choreo for this one is also just a ton of fun (the sexy little head swipe,)

also I love the outfits in this MV (everyone keeps saying this is the Weed aesthetic but honestly? with korea's whole Thing? this is exo's macklemore-style thrift shopping and/or raiding grandma's attic for hidden midcentury treasures phase. to me.) but thank u @ the universe specifically for giving us back silver haired baekhyun. bless.

6. VIXX - "Amnesia"

another underrated release tbh! this initially gave me guilty vibes w/ the abundant use of pizzes since they were released around the same time but I also just independently love this song

I feel like it's a very mature song that takes itself seriously but not in an overly self-absorbed or cheesy way (another comparison I might make is to leo's losing game from last year), the chorus is poignant and hits hard because it's so earnest—maybe especially so since they were down to 3 with this cb—but man that melody is just so gorgeous, like it haunts me

7. Dreamcatcher - "Bon Voyage"

ok if I'm gonna be real it wasn't a great year for my faves—while I liked OOTD and reason they weren't top 10 worthy for me, mx had 1 excellent release before having most of its members yoinked by the military, and I didn't love either of oneus's cbs this year

that being said! I did still like bon voyage! while I preferred the first 2 in the trilogy it still felt like a good and fitting finale, bittersweet and full of equal parts regret and hope

in many ways it feels like a harkening back to classic dreamcatcher with the Big Anime Opening Vibes™ but more somber and grown up, an unexpected summer anthem from these queens,

8. TXT - "Sugar Rush Ride"

it's been a busy year for txt and while I'm not super familiar with them and their releases are sometimes a bit hit or miss for me, when they do hit they HIT

I actually considered chasing that feeling for this list too but despite adoring the take on me-ness of it I ended up nixing it after adjusting for recency bias

sugar rush ride though, I feel is a bop that stood the test of time with its catchiness and surprisingly dark undertones, and is also one of my favorite choreos I learned this year by far like. come on. it's the epitome of Boy Group Hot.

9. Taeyang - "Vibe"

this song lived rent-free in my head for MONTHS, god it's so catchy

I actually missed when my local studio taught this song but I liked the choreo so much I learned it on my own which, predictably since it literally features 2 main dancers, was not easy but extremely worth it bc just like the song itself it's just really fun

other than that what can I say. the MV is nothing special but otherwise it's just a really solid song with Big feel good energy.

10. Kiss of Life - "Shhh"

ok,,,,,,,I don't really follow rookie groups that closely bc generally I don't feel like I'm the target audience but. out of this year's new groups I did especially like kiss of life's debut!

the MV doesn't do much for me tbh but musically it sounds uncharacteristically mature to me, in a good way—it has a subtle confidence about it that I like plus excellent vocals, and is (possibly hot take?) what I was hoping to get from newjeans this year as a continuation of their debut last year tbh

Honorable Mentions

Jungkook - "Standing Next to You"

this one just felt like cheating bc it's technically an English single and there's probably some recency bias here but I can't not mention it bc I simply love this track. I'm not even a BTS stan but it's just a jam with great vocals and instrumentals (the big band notes and MJ influence! please!) and the choreo is also SO ridiculously fun, both the chorus and the dance break

BTOB - "Wind and Wish"

this is just a wholesome song that makes you feel good, like is it a lil bit cheesy? yeah, but it's also Good Vibes Comma the Song, wearing its entire heart on its sleeve in the most endearing way. it's nostalgic and mellow and full of love for its friends and a zest for life

also special shoutout to the bridge, which in such an otherwise lowkey song did not have to go that hard and yet it Did?? that harmony gives me chills, 100% certified vocal kings would cry again

Shownu X Hyungwon - "Love Me a Little"

this is a pathetic meow meow song in the best possible way and was sadly beat out by the other slightly better pathetic meow meow songs on this list (guilty, predator, amnesia) bc it was just a really good year for them but I still think it deserves a mention bc first of all yea boi @ my mans shownu being free from the military but also the instrumental/dance break at the end is dark as hell and also SO fucking tasty

Infinite - "New Emotions"

another 2nd gen group that quietly had a renaissance this year! this song is simply a bop and while the song itself is not as memorable as some in the top 10 the choreo is actually really fun

also myungsoo looks really ridiculously fine as center in the first chorus and that's the last thing I have to say about this song,

Key - "Killer"

honestly I really liked both of key's cbs this year but I feel like killer was slept on somewhat, it's got a hint of sadboi but it's tempered by the upbeat 80s pop style, plus the grungy mullet and beret outfit from the MV was a fucking Look and a Half

And my favorites per month

January: Monsta X - "Beautiful Liar"

February: Purple Kiss - "Sweet Juice"

March: Onew - "O (Circle)"

April: Lee Gi Kwang - "Predator"

May: Dreamcatcher - "Bon Voyage"

June: SHINee - "HARD"

July: Exo - "Cream Soda"

August: MAMAMOO+ - "dangdang"

September: Key - "Good & Great"

October: Taemin - "Guilty"

November: VIXX - "Amnesia"

December: TVXQ - "Down"

#cam thoughts

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top three eras styling 💖

bec ilysm 🫶 okay so styling is so so fun in some eras so imma... not cheat, but ! break it up into two sections, hope you don't mind ! (one of these might just be purely bc of a hair colour but technically hair is a part of the stylings 👀 (i could do a whole top for hairstyles but that's not what we're here for) + these are gonna be a mix of mv stylings, stage stylings, etc.)

sorry this took so long getting out, i thnk i put Too Much thought into it KSJDGH

under the cut bc pictures are involved and i feel like i talked too much 🥹

SECTION ONE: BY MEMBER

1. yongseung - series ‘o’ [round 3 : whole]. i swear it’s not JUST his hair that puts him here but like . THIS HAIR COLOUR !!!!! wine red / burgundy yongs so dear to my heart, but other than that, the outfit choices made for him were such good ones. we always love a suit look, and there's smth about the copper(?) silk shirt that sits lovely against him, with a pop of a different pattern thanks to the collar, and then the silk shirts in general were just good choices, sarah stickered and seal of approval-ed, the whole works dskjgh, and then ig i just have a thing for yongs being in the orange / brown colour-wheel (especially with this hair) bc it just Suits Him, idk what else to say

2. hwanwoong - pygmalion. a mutual of mine got a real-time view into me, who was a singular leedo bias with a fondness for hwanwoong, who had also already seen the solo concept pics, completely disregard leedo in the group concept pics and zoomed right into hwanwoong with a caption of "HELLOOOO SAILOR 🤩🥰" so he was welcomed into the bias line officially... i think that speaks for itself SKDJGH and if it doesn't, look at the photos. they speak for themselves 🤭 (we also got yongseung & hwanwoong interactions again this era so many pluses in my book ! debut besties (oneus + vrvr debuted same day !) near and dear to me<3)

3. seonghwa - fever: epilogue. look at the material, need i say more? DKDKS no but fr, the pink hair is def a top reason this era of styling lives on in my head. we also got pink-haired vampire!seonghwa so… that’s worth all the hype 😌 also probs has smth to do with pink being my fave colour when i was younger, but either way, it's the colouring of everything together that really makes this era a fave. like, okay, hwa's got pink hair, but they didn't make it a hot pink that ran many possibilities of clashing with everything, and it's not a washed-out distant breath of the colour pink but a nice middle ground, and like i said before, look at the material. the brightness of the pink works with the dark blue and grey jacket, the pink goes up against the blue / green (teal?) of the overcoat and only serves to (imo) heighten the pop the coat brings - the clothes under the coat and the background are all monotone and yet, despite the pink, your eyes are instantly drawn to the coat. the third photo . well. that hwa might just live rent free in my head so i'm incredibly biased on it, and imma sound like a broken record but his pink hair is tied in with the pops of pink on the jacket, and there's spots of different patterns that draw your eye, but none that overwhelm you. and as for the fourth pic... pink (cat) hwa is so beloved to me and that's all i gotta say

(honourable mentions: seonghwa - halazia / seonghwa - crazy form / seonghwa - wonderland (bc sword<3) / yeosang - bouncy (esp this look & special mentions to these two hair stylings) / yeonho - undercover (esp this look) / gyehyeon - undercover (specifically 220508 & 220503) / wooyoung - bouncy (for this hair accessory & this styling alone lol idk i like it a lot) / seonghwa - deja vu / yongseung - crazy like that - and imma stop here bc i could apparently keep adding more :starcry:)

SECTION TWO: BY GROUP

1. verivery - tag tag tag. look, you know me, you know what my favourite colour is (red) lol BUT EVEN THEN there’s smth about the styling for this era that just hits so well. idk, it’s a mix of casual, of flowy, of literally “just some dudes” kinda looks that just work so well. i looooove the mix of fabrics and patterns and how cohesive they are while all being strong outfits all in their own. this set of stage outfits (pictured below) are, imo, great, like . giving dongheon (1) and yeonho (5) “red heavy” fits, giving hoyoung (2) and yongseung (6) black jackets to break up the monotonous of the singular colour, having gyehyeon (4) in a complete red look BUT using a deeper red and blue / black plaid overshirt to make him stand out AND THEN putting minchan (3) and kangmin (7) in black and white fits with a red accent belt? (even tho you can't really see the belt on minchan lol) SO GOOD 🤩 and even after all that, they've all got bits of silver jewelry that ties them all together too

2. p1harmony - killin' it. okay, so we aren't even in this era YET!! but like . the stuff i've seen... yeah, she deserves it. keeho (1) looks so good i'm 😭, theo (2) looks dark and edgy, jiung (3) looks - in the best way - like he's about to start a fight (and win) idk how to explain it but its so good, intak (4) i want his shirt rn plsnthx it looks like someone grabbed the stars and made it into a shirt 🤩, soul (5) is a son and batshit insane (affectionate) and i'm like so ?!?!? about his hair this era !! i don't think i could do it but it's so sick and suits him so well and jongseob (6) i lowkey expected a nosebleed in the styling? SDJKGH I KNOW THAT SOUNDS STUPID but i feel like it'd fit for his styling alone? not in the overall styling but if it was just him? piwon generally always has solid stylings !

3. victon - voice: the future is now. the era has 3 stylings but these two are so 🫶 !!!! to me lol (it's also my first victon era so it's v dear to me) the left side's styling gives off aristocratic vampires and i didn't know i needed this kind of styling in my life until i laid eyes on it ! the shirts all look like they're velvet and soft so that's always a plus in my books. and then the right side's styling !! i'd describe it as "casual royal" lmao it's the mix of them all in a simple pant, and then the jackets / coats are all bedazzled (and all different styles of bedazzlements !!!) making them the true statement pieces, and we both know that means they're sparkly and . well . gimme, i want them 🤲 SKDKD

(honourable mentions: verivery - get away / verivery - trigger / ateez - bouncy / ateez - crazy form / p1harmony - harmony: all in / oneus - pygmalion / oneus - baila conmigo / verivery - tap tap / verivery - undercover)

#I PROBABLY TOOK THIS TOO SERIOUS I'M SO SORRY BEC 😭#so much of this can be boiled down to - prettie<3 #i also always talk too much :sobs: but i hope you don't mind !!!#there's probs ppl / groups i forgot but i lov them smmmmm #ilysm ! tysm for these asks my love! the other ones you asked should absolutely not - hopefully - take as long as this one did to answer #MWAH you're the best<3 #hi bec ! 🥭#<- if you want your emoji changed lemme know too !! i just changed it to a mango bc *mango*#sarah’s replies

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My brain has been putting Bad Omens and Caramel together in the context of it is telling different points of the same story, caramel being the moment they realize they need to leave and bad omens being them staying or coming back around because they really don't want to go and the music video really made me think so I'm gonna go on about it a guess.

For the sake of writing, I'm gonna use he for the narrator and she for the subject. I will also use red for bad omens quotes and blue for caramel just so I don't have to keep saying where it's coming from.

So, both songs start with the idea of moving, Bad Omens being "Driving through the valley just to chase the pain again" giving the idea that he's driving back to her while hanging on to the feeling they used to have, he comes back in every time she says goodbye, and caramel being "Run to the east, gotta leave, I need a way out" he's now trying to find a way out of the situation, but at the same time he's getting creative trying to find ways to hold on, using coloring out of the lines and bending as to not break, giving this idea that he's compromising to hold on to her because he thinks it's true love.

"Every time we say goodbye I say hello again" and "It’s been a while since you and I been where we started I don’t wanna let it fade away" also give similar ideas since they both give the idea of holding on to something, cuz in bad omens she's saying goodbye, she's telling him to leave, but he won't go (this can also be a shoutout to nitsw "you say go I won't leave" but that's a whole other conversation) and hello is greeting, it's a start, but in caramel, they are not there anymore but he wants a way back because the idea of letting this fade doesn't feel right.

"can’t help the way I keep ignoring every omen" and "A visceral feeling that I can never leave behind" again are paralleling, but while in bad omens he's choosing to ignore the signs he's seeing, like in the music video he's walking straight through the red flags and then they are speeding through them in the car, in caramel, he can't ignore the sign that something is wrong, but he's still pretending it's not there because it used to be easy so why can't they go back to that place?

"I tried to stop the door as it was closing, it was closing" and "it’s under my skin but I can’t reach in" I'm not sure how to explain exactly why these two lines go together in my head, but there's something about watching the doors closing and wanting to stop them but being unable to and the imagery of clawing at something you can't reach that feels similar to me.

"Just make it go away can you help me rearrange it? I’m still making sense of having nothing left to save" and "We’ve been to hell I can tell we’re slowing down now you bring up the past didn’t ask give me the know-how" in both he's trying to change the way things are but there's too much history for it to work, and in both he's asking her to help him, because he thing she has the answer, rearrange things and get a new start or asking for the know-how, something that by definition is hard to verbalize and transfer to another person. The line "you bring up the past didn’t ask" is something that came to my mind watching the bad omens mv, the bridge, when it's spinning and they are fighting in the car because if they're going around in this cycle, then this happened before and really easy to bring up a past mistake in a new fight, something he thought they had moved past but there it is again so he's asking her to tell him how to fix it, cuz she's yelling but he's touching her face trying to calm her down.

"Heaven knows I should let go It’s nothing that I don’t already know we go around again we jump back in bed that’s what you do when you love somebody" and "When you know where I've been so we play pretend It used to be easy" they both know it's not going anywhere but they are pretending anyway. It was comfortable, it was familiar, it used to be easy so they are hanging on, but how long can you hang on to someone that loves somebody else?

"Love like a landslide I kiss you goodnight" I did a whole other ramble about caramel triggered by this line but watching the bad omens mv I again caught myself thinking about caramel lyrics, specifically the way they are holding each other as they go down the cliff because kissing someone goodnight doesn't necessarily mean you're leaving them, it could be you're kissing them to go to sleep just as much as it can mean you're going away, and in this particular line, the love is a landslide, it's falling apart, the ground is giving out beneath them, so is he kissing her as they go down in one last crazy attempt of holding on while the car is crashing and they don't know what's gonna happen when they reach the bottom? Is he questioning if it's true love why are they going down like that?

These bad omens I look right through them That’s what you do when you love somebody because It used to be easy and now they can't let go even if they know they should.

#shit this got longer than i anticipated sokaoskaosk #if you read this i love you #i'm overthinking and overanalyzing #rambling about the albums #i'm rambling #5sos5 #it makes sense #you know it does

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Deep as the night.

sypnosis: Working as a detective was obviously a tiring job. Especially if various murderers occur Seoul every 2 to 3 days. If anything, at least you got your girlfriend, Yuqi, here with you, what kind of secret would she have that you wouldn't know??

pairing: criminal!Yuqi x detective!fem!reader

warnings: mentions of murder, suicide, gunshots and stab injuries, established relationship and kisses

wc: 355

a/n: as always, I was once again inspired by a song, this time it was Yuqi's red rover and bonnie & clyde. I imagined the whole mv of B&C like that she's a criminal in disguise and I just love thriller romance twists. So enjoy readingg ^^

“The victim, whose identity has not yet been identified, was pronounced dead at the scene. The police said the victim has 8 stab injuries in their chest and 3 gunshots fired up in their head. There were no other witnesses than an old lady who happened to see the victim when going down that dark street but the killer had already gone away. The police is lucky this time the killer left some evidences” The TV reporter said live on Seoul's television's program as you clicked your tongue. This month was the city’s most frightening month, a killer was on the loose and nobody knew what they looked like, not even their gender. A detective like you will hundred and five percent get called tomorrow for further investigations.

You were sitting on the gray couch holding a white pillow in your arms as you had your ankles crossed. Sighing, you continued to watch the TV to absorb as much information as you can from the incident. You were one of the most efficient and most recognizable detectives in Seoul. The hard work but also love for your job was shown within your excellent solving the city’s crimes. Even if you had a tough job, you never left out the relationship you had with your girlfriend, Yuqi. You preferred your relationship to be private but still you loved her so much. Yuqi was actually almost never home, especially at night. Due to her job she works hard to get as much money she can to provide for herself and also you. This time she came home later than usual.

The sound of your shared apartment unlocking filled the silence as Yuqi stepped inside. Sighing and obviously tired she took off her shoes as her short black hair fell from her face. She looks up at you and gives you an innocent smile. “Good evening, love,” she started as she walked over to the couch where you were sitting. “Were you bored without me this long??” desperately, she asked. Letting out a slight chuckle at her boldness. “Of course I did, see there's a new murder again, I’m starting to lose my temper.” You confessed with a slight tone while pointing to the TV. “Don’t worry, love,” Yuqi kissed your forehead, slightly teasing you. “I’m sure you will manage to solve them when the time comes.” She sighs and watches the TV carefully. In response you playfully rolled your eyes.

“Oh yeah by the way,” you start while laying your head on Yuqi’s shoulder, still hugging the pillow. “The next time you kill someone, don't leave evidence everywhere. At least make it look like a suicide. It would’ve been easier to lie about it.” Your words give sharp goosebumps over Yuqi’s arms but she keeps her cool. Changing identities when coming home is too big of a switch up for Yuqi, at night she’s a massive killer, at home she’s an innocent civilian. “Like that was ever hard for you to cover up.” She realizes, her gaze still on the TV rambling about the murder. “I gotta agree with you this time.” you chuckled and kissed her cheek back.

#gidle x fem reader #kpop imagines #gidle imagines #gidle x reader #song yuqi x reader #yuqi x fem!reader #gidle fluff #gidle yuqi #writing #asraxfile

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PRE-VIS: Pre-Production Song Timeline

Below is my pre-visualization timeline and rough shot list that I made in my planning notes, with the idea of listing each shot and lyric so I could use it as a reference when both filming and editing

0:00-0:08: Dog barking

0:08-0:18: Ink Spill in water

0:18-0:23: Dolly track observing bailey

0:23-0:26: Gliding past windows (in dark?)

0:26-0:29: push-in head turning

0:29-0:32: 'I seen you go down to a cold miror' - pulling back, Bailey walking at camera - mid close up

0:32-0:35: 'it was never clearer in my era so' - bailey turns head, camera on 225° angle, body on 180° but head turned towards 225°

0:35-0:38: 'You lick a shine upon your forehead or' - bailey turns head to 135°

0:38-0:41: 'check it by the signs in the corridor' - back to 180°, bailey looks up and to the side, cuts to walking past exit sign

0:41-0:44: 'you light my ways through the club maze' - walking forward, head turned to 180° angle, head comes back from looking up, back forward

0:44-0:46: 'We would struggle through the dub daze' - bailey walking at camera, revert to standard angle

0:46-0:53: instrumental - could potentially cut to candle burning out shot

0:53-0:56: 'I see myself In there upon my lover' - walk into bathroom through door, short track then off frame

0:56-0:59: 'it's how you go down to the men's room sink' - head over sink shot

0:58-1:02: 'Sad we talk of how madmen think' - looking around simple profile shot

1:02-1:05: 'I see myself in there upon my lover' - same profile shot, nod towards bathroom stall, whip pan transition

1:05-1:08: 'I don't know her from another miss' - whip pan transitions to face bathroom stall, bailey sitting there, says the line

1:08-1:11: 'I don’t know you from another' - gets up, says the line,

1:11-1:13: 'See me run now you're gone,' - dolly track pulling back - another potential whip pan transition to door?

1:13-1:16: (drawn out) 'Dream on' - dolly track pull back all the way as bailey stays still - /pan transition to see bailey walking out the door

1:16-1:25: Instrumental, following from 'Dream On' - pushing into the party and around the corner, seeing the lights and the people. Gimbal shot

1:25-1:29: Why you want to take to this party and breathe - rack focus onto bailey, focussing between different people to preface

1:29-1:31: I'm dying to leave - around the party

1:31-1:33: Every time we grind you know we severed lines - panning around the party - maybe even flash cut of wires snapping/being cut

1:33-1:37: Short instrumental pause - push in/zoom in on bailey from between people

1:37-1:40: Where have all those flowers gone - gliding past people, EYE CONTACT - do multiple of these -------- PARTY SCENES WILL BE IN COLOUR - MAKE LIGHTS POP look at nick cave Loverman MV

1:40-1:43: Long time passing - flash cut bailey looking around

1:43-1:46: Why you keep me testing, keep me tasking - crane shots ? More party coverage

1:46-1:48: You keep on asking - bailey turns head, looks at camera 'you keep on asking' moves onwards

1:48-1:51: Toy like people make me boy like - back lit, bailey punching the air, doused in shadow, preferably long cloak

1:51-1:54: Toy like people make me boy like - cut to close up, out of focus background bailey but when he punches it's in focus

1:54-1:57: They're invisible, when the trip it flips - bailey singing (ext.?) , moving back, flash cut to light switch

1:57-2:00: They get physical, way below my lips - bailey singing, camera moves down to his lower and then passes him by - transition to outside, camera blocked by Bailey's side, then when revealed again we are outside.

2:00-2:03: And everything you've got, hoi-polloi like - transition following from previous shot, following baileys feet from the ground thru bras basah, side to side angles and shots

2:03-2:06: Now you're lost and you're lethal - electric dragon 80.000V running across the street

2:06-2:09: And now's about the time you gotta leave all - running up on someplace, behind crowds, cutting to him looking around, side of his face, front of his face etc. cut to the front and we see surprise, shock, anger and frustration in close up - but we don't see why.

2:09-2:11: These good people - crowd shot something - pull back from in front of someplace, lots of people around him

2:11-2:15: Dream on~ - pulling away from bailey - in party or elsewhere - match cut from shot prior.

2:15-2:47: Instrumental with pause in it - shots of the party, people talking to, looking at bailey, bailey unresponsive. Lots of gliding shots and dollys, something visceral heartbeat. Fade out when the music slows down… - when music starts up again, do the aftersun party scene. Black and white flashing, people turning and look etc.

2:47-2:50: Nicer than the bird up in the tree top - walking at camera with strobe flashing, meant to mimic previous party scene - bailey screaming, yelling lyrics, putting hands over head,

Pulling at his eyes

2:50-2:53: Cheaper than the chip inside my laptop - snorricam hell is around the corner shot, somewhere light in the warehouse

2:53-2:56: All the variations you could do with me

2:56-2:59: Nicer than the girl up in your mind, you're free - close up on mouth

2:59-3:02: Automatic crystal remote control - bailey walking, carrying something. Following it along. Grips tighter

3:02-3:04: They come to move your soul

3:05-3:07: You're gonna fade into the background - something ephemeral, fading shots, maybe back in warehouse ? - pull back crowd shot

3:07-3:10: Like a better smoke will bring you back 'round - cigarette shot ? Something else20

3:10-3:13: Like a man slide, inside you my dear

3:13-3:16: Your cheap beer's filled with crocodile tears

3:16-3:18: See 'em run now you're gone

3:18-3:22: Dream on~

3:22-3:57: Instrumental

3:57-4:00: Toy like people make me boy like

4:00-4:03: Toy like people make me boy like

4:03-4:05: I found a reason~

4:05-4:15: Instrumental

4:15-4:17: I found a reason~

4:17-4:26: Instrumental ---------- Cutting between shots of the warehouse, shots of the party, shouts ext. People talking to each other at the party

4:26-4:29: Dream on~ Bailey being ignored, him looking around, general footage.

4:29-4:38: Instrumental

4:38-4:41: Dream on~

4:41-4:44: Instrumental

4:44-4:46: Dream on~

4:46-4:57: Instrumental

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