#( opposite / daehyun )

[hana-no-seiiki]

REJECTION

YANDERE! IDOL! OC! (EVE) x IDOL! READER BLURB (ft. new ocs!)

Before we start, I’m excited to announce that I’m finally starting an HNSVerse webtoon/comic series w/ our starting story ( being the one Eve/Jisoo is featured in ) Love ♡ Multiplied ! Invasion of Your Heart this fall. Hope to see you guys during its release ehe.

If you’re new to my blog, go ahead and check the tag hns.eve for more works of him, or check out my master list.

Without further ado, here’s Eve’s first ‘solo’ fic! Enjoy!

warnings: yandere themes (obsessive love, violence, unreliable narrator). mentions of alcohol abuse/alcoholism. incel/nice guy jisoo. profanity.

status: unedited

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this particular fic is safe for minors (16+) so no mdni on this folks. feel free to enjoy.

[previous fic / prequel to this fic]

“I’m sorry, but I don’t like you that way.”

Jisoo never truly knew the power of words til he heard you after his confession.

He prepared months in advance, with a dedication that was unusual to him at the time.

He picked the perfect venue, the one convenience store you two always ate onigiri at. He picked the perfect time, sunset — to really set the mood — and a week after monthly examinations so that emotions were not running too high. He spent hours, days, maybe even weeks just agonizing over the words to choose when he finally poured his feelings out. He even prepared for times after the

Throughout his whole time as a trainee, nothing felt as bad as the dejection your words gave him.

“W-what do you mean?”

“You’re more of a dad to me . . .” He saw your eyes flick left and right, clearly uncomfortable with the arrangement despite the plan he meticulously concocted.

Still he could not control the poison from injecting itself within the crevices of his inflection, his delivery coming out as awfully sour — maybe even petty, “A dad? You’re older than me.”

“Yeah, a dad friend. You’re the more mature one between us and . . . I just — I just can’t see you romantically.” If the damage wasn’t enough, you ended your explanation with an emphasis. “Ever.”

You then grabbed your belongings and left. Though, being the polite and kind person you were, you made sure to at least give him a farewell.

Jisoo sighed, looking up towards the convenience store ceiling lights. The sting from the bright luminance distracted him only a little bit before his mind went back to you. Consumed by his thoughts, his heart suddenly began beating a million times a second. A sudden adrenaline rush overcame him.

If you didn’t like him because of his personality, he’ll just go ahead and change that up a bit.

The day right after, Jisoo found himself doing something he would have never even thought of. It was amazing how much you made him realize and change. It was actually why completely fell in the first place.

Though, the changes before were natural and a bit too slow. Jisoo needed to have you as his as soon as he possibly could. And so, change had to happen now and under his jurisdiction.

You weren’t present that day, so it wasn’t too out of the ordinary to follow a couple of trainees out when lessons concluded. Usually he was completely stuck to your side and your side alone. Conversation didn’t come naturally to him, as such friends don’t either.

It took him a few minutes to man up and a long, deep breath to finally attempt getting one of the trainee’s attention.

Daehyun was his name, Jisoo thinks. When getting the former’s attention he opted to tug the guy’s sleeve just to be safe.

“What’s up? Oh, it’s you. ” Daehyun turned around. His silver eyes sparkled underneath the late afternoon’s sunlight. He was one of if not the best dancer in Celestial Entertainment. In addition to that, he was known for charming personality and magnetic stage presence.

Frankly, Jisoo only saw him as annoyingly bright and cheery. They were exact opposites. They fought on a daily basis.

But that was exactly why Jisoo needed him in particular.

“You’re childish.” Jisoo began.

Daehyun’s jaw goes slack at this cool, raven haired giant’s audacity. Most of the time he’d come back with a retort but he was utterly drained from practice. “Ah. . .Okay then. . . Well I gotta go — “

Daehyun jerked his arm away, but that only prompted Jisoo to fully grab him by the bicep, “Teach me.”

“Sorry, I think I’m misunderstandiny you. You want me to teach you how to be childish?“

Jisoo nodded vigorously, “I want to be a better idol. And . . . a better fellow trainee. Listen. I’ve been a terrible person to everyone here. I just want to be better.”

Daehyun doesn’t answer for a long time. Maybe even minutes pass before he did. At least, enough time for the trainee walking alongside him to realize his partner wasn’t near him anymore.

His jaw was still wide open.

“Wow, points for self-awareness yo. Finally.”

“Bold words for someone in punching range.” Jisoo lets go of the shorter man’s arm and crosses his. An eyebrow raised.

“Fine, fine. Guess your short temper hasn’t gone anywhere. Time for Being Chill 101, yeah?” Daehyun then shouted to his companion, an even shorter guy that Jisoo dreaded asking help from. But he was desperate. Beggars can never be choosers. “Hayate! C’mere! Jisoo needs a lil help!”

“Eeehhhhh—?! Jisoo? Asking for help? The gods have answered our prayers!”

Jisoo soon realized that he asked help from a bunch of hooligans.

If he faces rejection again after all this trouble, he might just murder a man.

“Hey.” You walked towards Jisoo with your usual smile.

“Heyyy!” He greeted back. Earning a confused look from you as you sat beside him.

You chuckled at his strange demeanor. Well, maybe it wasn’t so strange. You knew Jisoo could be quite awkward at times. Considering you haven’t seen each-other for months by now, he must feel weird talking to you all of a sudden. Especially after what you did last time. “What has gotten into you?” You asked. It was either your earlier theory or the effect of him hanging out with other people. You heard he started spending some more time with other trainees. Even going on drinking sprees with large groups. You didn’t approve of such activities but were too busy to scold him on the topic lately.

But apparently both of your guesses were ‘wrong’ as he had answered, “Huh? Me? Pffft. Nothing. Justa — think I drank too much coffee.”

You could smell the stench of soju and beer in his breath now that you were closer. “Right. I just wanted to say that we can still hang out you know. Doesn’t mean that I rejected you that we can’t talk anymore.”

“Oh, sorry! Sorry. Did it feel like I was avoiding you? I was just busy with Idol Image training.”

“Idol Image training? I thought you hated those lessons.”

“Ya know me. Indecisive and impulsive as always.”

Jisoo grinned at you. But all you could do was cringe out of pity and guilt.

Apparently the guilt you felt wasn’t enough however as you decided that it was now or never to rub some salt into gaping hole of a wound.

“Almost forgot. I have to tell you something. I got a deal to be a solo artist.”

“Solo what now? I thought we were debuting together.”

“Looking at how you’re dealing with my rejection. I think it’s safe to say that us working and living together won’t go too well. I don’t want to lead you on. We’re friends. Nothing else. Sorry if I did so before.”

You didn’t even let him show you how much he’d improve. How much he worked on his way with words and conversation. Before he even had the chance to show his work you had not only rejected him once again but extinguished any hope from forming.

For once in these past few months when Jisoo had been the most talkative he had ever been in his life, he found himself speechless again.

“Soo?”

“I’m . . . proud of you. Really.”

The awkward air was too much for your to bare, so you left right after. Not a goodbye or even a wave.

Instead he watched as you swiftly made your exit. A frown laced your exquisite features.

He then spotted a man. He looked quite a bit older than you. Elegant and refined, he wore a classic black suit with a long coat draped on his back. Short leather gloves that no doubt hid hands as attractive as his own face. His hair was somehow darker than the one Jisoo was born with.

But what struck the young trainee the most was the man’s pine green eyes. It was like a forest one could easily get lost in. A cliche description he knew. But it was the best he could think of.

Jisoo doesn’t realize the trance he was in until the man suddenly turned straight at him —

— and smirked.

People often saw Jisoo leave early during drinking parties. They chalked it up to his shy nature and he didn’t really have a good tolerance.

In reality it was mostly because he found a perfect victim to vent out his frustrations on that night.

It was usually a person too drunk to even understand or realize what was going on.

“Useless.” He muttered, kicking the random man’s stomach before the latter curled up in the floor in pain.

“Stop! Please stop!”

Jisoo scoffed at his protest. His red eye held no light as he continued his ministrations. This time stomping on the stranger’s cheek. “Utter piece of shit.”

The man stops protesting. All that could be heard in the cold chill of the night, was sounds of harsh impacts and Jisoo’s complaints and self deprecating words.

“Too mature? Bah. Bet that was all a fucking lie. They just couldn’t fuck a pathetic piece of shit like me.” Jisoo gave one last stomp, aiming specifically towards the man’s hazel eyes that reminded him of the person that took you.

Wait.

Eyes. Green Eyes.

That man was the CEO of Celestial Entertainment. A man known to be cut-throat and ruthless. A man who’s infamous for his apathetic nature regarding business. He probably saw your potential and thought that putting you in a group would dim it down.

Ace.

That’s it! You didn’t want to actually go solo. Jisoo understood now. Why was he so stupid?

You were just forced by that smug-faced bastard.

He leaned down, happily whispering in a sing-songy voice to his victim. “Thanks man. You really helped.”

“Woah.” A familiar cheerful voice resonated from behind him.

Jisoo froze.

He was done for. He was going to jail. This was it.

No, he had to calm down. Think rationally. He studied for this goddamn it.

Jisoo slowly spun his head. The happy expression on his face was instantly replaced with a horrified one. A look of confusion, fear and sadness. “Daehyun - 형 . . . he . . he came unto me— “

“Shit bro. No worries I got you covered.”

With rejection came realization. With charm came blind support. And with the right words and proper delivery, any person could be swayed.

“Wanna go drink after this?”

“You paying?”

Jisoo wished, for the good of everyone else and himself, that this green-eyed monster would not freely give rejection as you did.

[ TRANSLATIONS ]

형 - hyeong - older brother (not literal). honorific used by men towards those who are older (also men).

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[seonghwaddict]

EYES DON'T LIE — ii. room 323.

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

chapter i. chapter ii. chapter iii.

after high school, you never once thought about yunho.

that was a lie.

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

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

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

because you love him.

you love loved him.

loved.

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

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

and surprised he was.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[holocene-sims]

next // previous

august 16, 2021 11:00 p.m. grandma ong's house

there’s a strangeness to a quiet enclave in a bustling metropolis, unexpected in the same manner as grant and henry’s long, unbroken brotherhood. nothing about the baseline rustle of neighbors carrying in paper grocery sacks and kids kicking a soccer ball resembles the eternal merry-go-round of life–max-capacity subway cars, clueless and loud tourists, and locals who drift through their day–just down the road. and yet above this neighborhood–and the entire sprawling city–hangs a common thread, a bluish hazy night sky.

“that was wild,” henry says, suppressed laughter bursting forth from deep in his chest, “all day everyone’s defaulted to speaking english because, well, look at you, and you even had me fooled. i actually forgot you kind of speak basic korean."

“the inner machinations of my mind are an enigma.”

henry rolls his eyes dramatically but in the same split second, throws an arm around grant’s shoulders.

“i was afraid that soup was going to fly out of your mouth.” grant returns the gesture, though it requires him to lean down so as to not smother henry’s face instead. “too close for comfort.”

“well, in my defense, i was not expecting you to reply to my grandma asking me, “daehyun, i haven’t seen your friend since your wedding. how did you meet again?”

grant shrugs. “we met on a playground twenty-four years ago.”

“on my very first weekend as a resident of the semi-good ol’ US of A. in the opposite situation. i remember being so pissed that my parents made me go out to ‘make friends’ that weekend. not moving, mind you, but making friends. i guess they were psychics, though, because apparently, it didn’t bother you that i didn’t speak your language for at least a couple weeks.”

“people say i could talk to a wall.”

henry laughs again. “you could. you’re very chatty.”

“did it bother you that i wrote you some really, really, really shitty letters in korean in the early days based on online translations i found?”

“no, that was sweet.” no question about it–the joy in henry’s eyes is determined. “they were definitely horrendous, but it’s the thought that counted. you could do better now. oh, and i think i still have all those letters. i should. i did box them up when i moved out of my parents’ house.”

they were, all things considered, never very much alike, beyond the fact they both liked cats but weren’t allowed to have any. henry’s mom was allergic, but grant’s parents despised pets. otherwise, they were polar opposites. grant always liked math and science, wanted to work with airplanes, and preferred to spend his free time with others playing tabletop RPGs and computer games; henry always liked art and history, wanted to be a photographer, and preferred to be left alone to his vintage film camera and pottery. grant’s parents raged when he selected aviation over medicine; henry’s parents and grandparents, all artists, were delighted by his dreams of photography. moreover, grant selectively speaks his mind, while henry rarely minces words.

and still–

the shrill honk of a car off in the distance disturbs grant’s thoughts.

“you really could talk to a wall, but hey, why did you approach me on the swing set that day? you were already busy hanging out with your sisters. and your cousins. why me?”

and still, the two have fused into one. the world turned upside down; grant paints these days, henry has long been a willing dungeons and dragons player, and separation from one another is like losing half your body. if henry walked away now–ended this messy half-hug early–grant would turn to ash.

“well,” grant begins, drawing out the suspense with an exaggerated sigh, “first of all...”

[married-2-the-music]

(Spoilers for A Crane Among Wolves by June Hur)

Okay, hear me out. I think Yul and Suyeon are a couple, and I will die on this hill. They keep being positioned opposite Daehyun and Iseul, Iseul says that Suyeon wouldn’t have kept going without Yul, and they, out of all people, are who greet Daehyun and Iseul when they come home EIGHT YEARS LATER. They’re still together, running the inn. @junehur, please give me a book where Yul and Suyeon are solving crimes together, I BEG you.

[paebosims]

Amelia's been struggling with her science classes lately, so Daehyun figured she might feel better if she got some help with her homework. Looks like it turned out to have the opposite effect...

[imamxdel]

a possessive kiss that is meant to stake a claim . [ Daehyun -> Harper ]

"Aren't I allowed to say hi?" Her intentions were, even for Harper, purely innocent. She'd heard her ex had decided to visit for a few weeks in the city after living in the States for the last year. The same year Harper spent with Daehyun enjoying her new relationship and loving the new relationship and how perfect it fit in to her life.

There weren't any romantic feelings left towards him. Harper thought back fondly to their three year relationship, but also felt like it ended when it needed to. They were best friends.

It seemed easier to convince Daehyun when she offered that he could come with and they all have lunch together. It was easy to see Andrew's likeness as he was respectful and polite towards the relationship. He greeted Harper with a gentle hug and a tap on the tip of her nose since she was just as cute as he remembered.

A perfect, well behaved gentleman. He shook Daehyun's hand and even bowed a little, sitting on the opposite side and grinning at how cute Harper was being when she ducked against Daehyun's frame when she sat down. She scooted her chair a bit closer so that their knees were touching and his familiar arm going around her shoulders.

"We met in London, actually," Harper explained. "We were really little when we first met. But then met again when we were older! He lived in New York around the same time as I did. His family travels a lot, too, though his parents are bankers. He's learning their trade...right?" she asked, the last thing she remembered was Andrew leaving for London again to study more about the family business. He'd always talked about travelling between the two countries. "And he'd visit me often whenever my family came back to Korea--" Why was Daehyun's hand on her knee like that? Why was he gripping it so hard?

She then went on to explain about how they parted on good terms. "Long distance is hard," she said. "When I decided to stay here, we knew it couldn't last that much longer. So we decided to end things and...it seems like it worked out! Are you excited?"

"I'm on my own now. Still working with dad, but more independently. He has me running my own space now." Harper clapped her hands together. "I'm so glad you were able to do it! You worked so hard!" she praised, the genuine excitement for him out of a place of love for someone she cared a lot about. And as the meal went on, she didn't notice Daehyun's narrowing eyes or his backhanded comments that were still seen as polite. Andrew was kind, so he didn't want to think that Daehyun would have a reason to be so upset. He didn't want to get back together with her. He just wanted to visit for a while.

So when Daehyun begrudgingly agreed to pay for the meal and went to the front to pay, he made sure to tilt Harper's head back from where he stood above her, and kissed her at an upside down angle. The subtle taste of him lingered, and Harper hadn't known he walked away with her head still back and eyes closed.

"...are you okay, Harper?"

kiss meme / @dencesin

[wcvensouls-archive]

seo joonwoong : coming out .

         when daehyun inevitably gets caught and gets heat from the media and fans over being into men ( because he can never keep his mouth shut and is the opposite of discreet ) joonwoong ends up releasing a new solo with a music video with very clear gay themes as his way of supporting him and make sure he is not alone  —  and even though he doesn't come out officially and say it with every word, it's very much clear on the video and he doesn't deny it when asked about it. all of it because daehyun is his baby and he will protect him at all costs!

[book-blog-of-a-sailor-guardian]

5/5!🌙🌙🌙🌙🌙 - I absolutely fell in love with this book.

“If by any chance we do not meet again in this lifetime, then I will find you in the next—or as many lifetimes as it takes to see you again.” ♡

We start off with Iseul, a girl who came from a privileged family and a happy life, only to have that all taken away. Her parents are gone, and her sister has been taken by the king, a man who takes what he wants just because he can, and kills who he wants, just because he can. We are thrown into a heart breaking and terrifying time, based off the real events of King Yeonsans rule in Korea. Iseul sets off to find her sister, no matter what it takes, and we follow her story, along with Prince Daehyuns, whom she meets along the way.

Prince Daehyun is the other characters point of view we read. He is close to the king, but still suffers the abuse and horrors. He has a similar story to Iseul, both having the king destroy things they love. We don't get much of his story, it feels like he is already established as we begin reading, but despite being a prince, he is very much the opposite of arrogant, which I loved about his character. It never felt like people had to step aside and watch what they say, just because he is a prince.

The two of them, along with some extremely loveable and witty side characters, become a part of a coup to overthrow the king, and end his extremely destructive rule. We also see some smaller plots and stories happening throughout this, and they are all engaging and connected.

"Tell me to leave." "And if I do not?" "Then I will be yours and I shall be your ruin." ♡

The romance between Iseul and Prince Daehyun was slow, but the connection was beautifully written and I loved how much they both had to try to push their feelings aside. I wouldn't say this was true enemies to lovers, because it never felt like they were truly enemies, but nonetheless, the slow burn was perfect.

Overall, this was a story that I absolutely loved. I fell in love with the characters and their immense courage to want to bring change and protect the people they love. Despite this being based off of an absolutely terrible time in history, I enjoyed the chance to become a little more knowledgeable about it. I thought her writing was beautiful and very easy to read.

This was my first book by June Hur, and certainly won't be my last. („ᵕᴗᵕ„)

[wcvensouls]

seo joonwoong : coming out .

when daehyun inevitably gets caught and gets heat from the media and fans over being into men ( because he can never keep his mouth shut and is the opposite of discreet ) joonwoong ends up releasing a new solo with a music video with very clear gay themes as his way of supporting him and make sure he is not alone  —  and even though he doesn't come out officially and say it with every word, it's very much clear on the video and he doesn't deny it when asked about it.

[hinadan]

—— meet hyunie .

INFORMAÇÕES BÁSICAS.

nome completo: choi dohyun. apelidos/como normalmente é chamado: dodo, hyunie. idade: 23 anos. data de nascimento: 01/03/2000. signo: peixes. local de nascimento: seul, coreia do sul. residência atual: seul, coreia do sul. etnia: sul-coreano. sexualidade: homossexual. ocupação: estudante de medicina veterinária.

APARÊNCIA.

faceclaim: park seokhwa. altura: 1,72m. cabelo: atualmente loiro, na altura das orelhas, mas muda com frequência. olhos: castanhos. marcas/cicatrizes: nenhuma. piercings/tatuagens: um furo simples em cada lóbulo.

FAVORITOS.

cor: amarelo. comida: omeletes e bolinhos de arroz. bebida: soju. música: after like, ive (muda com frequência). cantor/banda: twice. animais: todos, é sério. hobbies: assistir animes, correr durante as manhãs, cozinhar.

RELACIONAMENTOS.

opposite: nam daehyun. família: choi hyuntak (pai), kim jiae (mãe), choi minhyuk (irmão mais novo). o que sente sobre o relacionamento com daehyun: honestamente, essa questão é uma incógnita para ele tanto quanto é para todo mundo ao redor dos dois. dohyun e daehyun possuem um relacionamento complicado, cheio de idas e voltas, muitas brigas e momentos difíceis, mas no fim do dia é daehyun que está em seu pensamento e seu coração. "eu te amo com a força de mil sóis", é o que ele costuma dizer para daehyun quando as coisas estão bem, e não é mentira; é assim que sente em seu peito, um amor que parece que não vai mais caber ali dentro, e é na mesma medida que sente quando está chateado ou triste com o outro rapaz. no fim das contas ele não se vê sem daehyun, e não quer sequer imaginar um mundo sem ele.

PLOT.

partner: max. verse: real life. personalidade/visão de mundo: os amigos de dohyun costumam dizer que ele vive com óculos de lentes cor-de-rosa na frente de seus olhos, pois ele tem uma visão muito positiva e até romântica de tudo ao seu redor. está sempre tentando ver as coisas pelo lado bom e reconhecer atitudes boas até mesmo quando a pessoa não merece. ele acredita que não adianta gastar sua energia com o que é ruim e foca apenas no que é bom e legal, o que pode vezes pode ser um problema, já que ele se nega a enfrentar problemas e entrar em conflitos. é um bebê chorão, aliás, mas não é porque está com o rosto cheio de lágrimas que deixa de dizer o que pensa ou o que quer. é um pouco mimado, mas seu lado gentil acaba disfarçando que às vezes ele pode ser bem teimoso e exigente.. resumo da biografia: ( tw: homofobia. ) dohyun foi o primeiro filho de uma família bem normal, mas extremamente amorosa. não foi surpresa para ninguém quando o garoto cresceu em alguém tão gentil, compreensível e doce, apesar de um pouco mimado, e por onde ia era elogiado por seu bom comportamento e por ser um hyung tão querido para seu irmão mais novo. eram a família perfeita, como um comercial de margarina, e o melhor de tudo era que nada daquilo era falso. por ter uma família assim, dohyun nunca escondeu quem ele era. para falar a verdade, foi sua própria mãe quem notou primeiro que ele poderia estar interessado em garotos, e aquilo foi tratado com naturalidade dentro de casa até mesmo por seu pai, que parecia não entender muito bem sobre o assunto. mas bem, o mundo era bom apenas dentro de casa. fora dela, nem sempre era assim. dohyun sofreu muito preconceito por não se esconder, e apesar disso doer às vezes, não se deixou abalar. queria ser feliz como qualquer outra pessoa e não era o fato de gostar de pessoas do mesmo gênero que ele que mudaria aquilo, e fazia questão de sempre falar sobre isso. ele não era diferente de ninguém por causa de sua orientação. hoje em dia, além de estudar medicina veterinária, dohyun também é bastante ativo nas causas lgbtq+ em seul, sempre lutando pelos direitos de "seu povo", como gosta de dizer.

[yestodcys-archives-blog]

   ‘  you could be one hundred years old and i would still be making sure that you eat your vegetables.  ’ he raised an eyebrow over at his girlfriend and then pointed to jisoo’s plate. ‘  see ?? jisoo ate her vegetables today.  ’ granted, he had promised her a new puzzle. ‘  and so you should also eat your vegetables otherwise you’re setting a bad example to your child.  ’ // @seraphicblaze  cont.

[omgwtfbbqzftw]

I know by ‘yeoreobun-deul’ Dae means us BABYz, but my bangdae heart saw the trans and B.A.P’s Bang Yong Guk and leapt into ma throat~

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | 𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨.| (M) | PT 8.

synopsis; park areum is a small journalist who gets mistaken for a sex worker one day. she gets kidnapped and then given to lee jeno, an infamous mafia for creating war and havoc.

warnings; lower caps intended!!, part 8/20, action, fighting scenes, short love triangle, mafia romance, cursing/mature language, jeno falls in love hard, !jealous mafia jeno, enemies to lovers, smut!!, makeout scenes, gripping, degrading, praising, jeno is a bit of a dick but we been knew. park areum is a bad bitch <3.

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It has been four days since areum and jeno were waiting to be picked up from the emergency home. Aruem was starting to get slightly anxious but she concealed it by keeping herself busy. sometimes the next door neighbours mr and ms kim would beg her to babysit their children while they are unable to keep an eye on them due to work. in which areum would say yes and jeno would be helping along with the children.

knowing now that he likes children a lot, it starts to show how good he actually can be with children. almost as if it were a trait he naturally had. areum was glad to give jeno the opportunity to do this despite his complicated work load.

Other than that the two were getting more close after their deep conversation the other day! areum felt slightly more understanding on Jeno.

ms kim hums sitting down next to areum. “thank you so much for looking over dali and daehyun.” she said in a grateful tone, areum smiles. “it’s really nothing jeno- i mean my fiancé loves children.” she casually slips her tongue remembering that she made some bs story up.

ms kim nods understanding. “I can tell he does. by the way, do you perhaps want to have a drink with me and other women at my house?” areum would pause as she shares a glance to jeno. “i mean, i don’t see why not?”

“alright! i’ll make sure to prepare a seat for you.” ms kim claps her hands together before walking out of the house. “see you around 8!”

what could go wrong right?

areum stands in front of ms kims house, knocking gently. the older woman comes into view opening the door to let the girl in. “welcome areum! Come sit sit.” she slightly purses as areum was told to go into the living room.

a few younger girls and older woman wave towards areum. maybe they live nearby the city here?

“hello, my name is areum” she said shyly and the girls gave a welcoming smile. most of them were already drinking so Aruem helps herself to sip a shot of soju, and eventually that one soju turns into fifteen in the span of ten minutes.

“so how old are you Aruem?” ms shin asks. areum hums, “twenty three.”

“you’re this young and already engaged?” the younger girl who is about twenty gasps. areum smirks, “don’t get married that young like me!” areum slurs.

areum mutters to herself, her body feeling the sight of chemical reaction from alcohol and it’s effects— such as blurry vision and no control over what she can say.

“why unnie?” one girl trails in confusion. areum scoffs, “the man i’m engaged to! wait who am who am i engaged to…I’m not engaged.” areum blabbers.

ms kim slightly laughs. “oh my, i guess she is a light weight.”

“tell me about it ms kim,” ms shin said in disbelief. areum sips another shot down her throat,the sensation of the alcohol becoming addictive to keep drinking.

the night was young and free, and who else felt like they were free from worries? park areum sure does. she was smiling, laughing, slightly tipsy (way too tipsy) and a life of a party for the other people. although she was drunk, she had some slight consciousness of her whereabouts. like where she was and who she was thankfully.

areum wraps her arms around ms kim as she takes her outside towards the cabin opposite her own. areum slightly whined, “oh ms kim why are you ending the party so early!”

ms kim nervously laughs. “areum you’re slightly more drunk than expected, rest a bit with your husband and stuff.” the girl squints her eyes pouting at the older woman holding her tightly. “i’m not married! gosh why is everyone saying that”

ms kim gently laughs. “then who am i taking you to?” areum points to the cabin that belongs to jeno. “a mafia lives there.”

ms kim turns to areum on disbelief. perhaps it was all drunk talk, ms kim thought. “very funny areum,” ms kim told.

jeno opens the door to be met with a drunk girl being held by a fragile older woman. the man lifts areum by her arm, holding her close to his chest. ms kim gave a short smile. “your wife is a big light weight!”

areum blows away the small soft brown hair strands away from her face. “i am not married ms kim!”

jeno clears his throat hearing areum’s enraged voice. “I’ll— take care of her. sorry for the trouble ms kim.” jeno closes the door and turns to areum with eyebrows raised. “you didn’t tell me you were going to drink, do you know how dangerous that could be?” he deadpans.

“so what you aren’t my husband” areum playfully said as she giggles, jeno clicks the edge of his tongue. “Y’know what I’m not going to argue with you.” he lifts areum on his shoulder knowing damn well how she acts when she doesn’t want something to happen. plus if he didn’t carry her she would probably kick his balls like the last time.

areum felt the light sensation of the cold bedsheets underneath her, she rolls around before jeno takes off the shoes off her feet. areum groans slightly holding her head, now a headache incoming.

he saw areum holding her head in pain and shakes his head. “that is what happens when you drink areum, was it worth it?” he asks in slight mock. the girl rolls her eyes, “you’re still a little bitch even though I’m drunk i guess i can’t block that out.” areum quickly shot. jeno glares going forward to areum.

she drunkly leans forward finding the sharp serious facial expression extremely satisfying and hot, in ways she can’t truly explain it herself. areum once leaned down to him then does something that left the boy shocked.

his eyes sharply watch areum who was nevertheless intoxicated. areum’s hands roughly grip his collar throwing him on the side where she pins him to the bed. he clenched his jaw when the girl’s soju scented lips breathe on top of his own.

“areum,” his lips slightly quiver when the woman now on top of him puts a finger on the lips. without saying anything further, areum quickly retreats back. he wondered what for but he should’ve stayed curious at this point.

areum fearlessly takes her top off, jeno watching with slight confusion. he can’t believe he has to deal with a drunken woman that is genuinely worse than a drunken mad man.

revealing the black laced bra, assuming the heat of the alcohol was now raising areum’s body temperature. so her clothes start to bother her. she sighs out of relief. “that’s better.”

jeno keeps staring catching himself looking a little TOO long at her body, the way she looks both endlessly beautiful. areum had slight drunk flush from the soju on her face, colouring her skin. he looks away in disbelief not believing this situation. “that’s enough, go to sleep.” jeno demands in a serious tone. areum huffs, “you don’t tell me what to do mr mafia man.” she grumbled.

“oh but i do,” jeno darkly said holding areum’s face bringing her close to him once again. she couldn’t help but think that jeno loves doing this sort of action with her face because he has done it a little too many times before in the past. yet everytime he does it, her heart skips a beat like crazy.

“not so talkative now, are you areum?” jeno jeers, his patience was running thin and areum truly was testing his patient and his will to control himself honestly. the woman bites the bottom lip as a strong scent coming from Jeno’s body starts to diffuse in her sense of smell.

she slowly blurts out. “you smell so good,” this causing the man underneath her to darkly watch her sniffle close to his neck. the actions she was doing so seemingly was now tickling the neck area of jeno. areum moves her head now close to Jeno’s face who held a dark warning expression to areum. he wasn’t playing with her.

her lips staring down to the lips she wishes to crave so badly, something about the alcohol made jeno look irresistible and she has no idea why. the man underneath moves his head on the side when areum moved close to kiss his lip. he avoided it the moment he saw her predictable lustful eyes.

jeno saw her expression fall apart soon going into a frown. she whined, “i knew it!” she shouts.

he raised his eyebrow as he pushes finally areum off his waist. he sits up, sighing. “that you’re a pain in the ass?” he said in rhetorical manner.

areum shakes her head as she leans on the bed finally alone. “that you aren’t my husband! everyone said to me that you were,” she sits back up watching jeno. “if you were my husband you wouldn’t of rejected my kiss.”

“as if anyone wants to be your husband, areum.” jeno said with slight disgust to it. areum leans back into the pillows on the bed, jeno slowly tucks her in, murmuring. “such a pain in the ass.”

“no you,” areum said back with eyes closed. the girl was asleep already but she could still talk back to jeno? the girl was truly something else. jeno looks back at her confused.

he was about to question it but he slowly walks away from the bed, closing the light.

“she really is my karma or something” jeno rubs his head, he knows he has done bad things in this life but did he really have to meet someone like areum in his life?

life would be so much easier if it was just him.

jeno walks to the porch outside finally noticing a green sparking fire work in the distance. his expression darkens with a small smile. endless lights from the car headers roaring their engine to the cabin.

armed men on the side running forward patrolling the area in caution.

“took you long enough to get here.” jeno said as the familiar boy in front of him came into view.

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[daehyuncwn]

Hey everyone! Let me start off by saying that I’m so excited to finally be here!! Thank you to everyone who’s taken the time to welcome me thus far and I will get back to you shortly! And will be coming to bother everyone else as well!! In the meanwhile, here are some facts about my lovely boy Daehyun~

- Choi Daehyun played by Lee Taemin of SHINee the love of my life and more COME HOME

- Plays the role of The Disguised

- Clover Kingdom

- Has a twin brother that was… IS a prince

- Daehyun is taking over for his brother but the twist is that he’s taken over his identity completely as the twin has disappeared

- Status of his brother is unknown atm

- Daehyun’s dream is to relinquish his title and become a knight, but very much lacks the qualities of one despite having the physical strength

- is self-serving, sarcastic, does not respond well to authority, aggressive (very much the opposite of his twin)

[theharrowing]

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Yoongi x Reader, reader x original male character

word count: 1.8k

idol au, smut, fluff, angst, slow burn, slash, nsfw, 18+

warnings: explicit sexual content

The first week at your new job flew by, and you were exhausted from staring at your laptop screen so much, but you hadn't written the third part to your new story yet. It's a beautiful warm Friday evening, so you decide to take your laptop to the café down the street and see if a change of scenery might help inspire some writing.

Once settled in with a latte and a nice corner seat that looks out of a window to your left, you find yourself staring out, absent-mindedly people watching when your phone buzzes. 

You notice a message from a Twitter user that says, "I can get you into VIP. Tomorrow at 7pm, show up and tell the security guard 'Red Velvet,' and he'll let you up."

"Who is this?" you respond before opening their profile. They post mainly photos of nightlife and food, but their profile seems otherwise pretty empty and anonymous. You know that this is a bad idea in your gut, but you also desperately wanted to get up there.

Part 3: Café

It's been a long, tiring week at work, and you decide to unwind at a quaint café down the street from your apartment. Sipping your latte and watching people outside, you suddenly become overwhelmed with the thought of how Yoongi fucked you Monday night.

Although you're in public, you can't shake the feeling of horniness washing over you, and you feel your thighs tense up, moving slowly to create some friction between your legs.

You look up from your screen and notice a couple in the corner opposite you giggling and flirting. You wonder if this is their first date. You can see a hunger in the man’s eyes as he watches every little movement the woman makes.

You watch a couple from across the room flirting and gently touching each other, trying not to be too disruptive in public but seemingly thrilled with the idea of strangers being able to see them. The man's eyes trace down from his date's lips to her heaving breasts as she laughs. She's too distracted to notice his gaze. The pit in your stomach tightens as you wonder how his muscles would flex when he pulls her tight shirt over her head later, what she must sound like when she moans.

You rub your temples, exhausted and not sure if this is the kind of content your readers would be interested in. You also find yourself flush with desire, unable to stop thinking about them together, how beautiful she would look wincing as his cock filled her.

You need to get laid again.

Saturday comes, and you pace around your room, trying to decide what to do about the mysterious VIP message. If it's a trick, you could be putting yourself at risk, but if it's legitimate, you'd be one step closer to meeting Min Yoongi. What would I even do if I met him? Would I have the courage to approach him in the first place?

You feel flustered and a little embarrassed, but you decide to get dressed anyway, slipping a tight, low-cut t-shirt and some tight black skinny jeans.

You contemplate inviting Daehyun as a backup plan, sending a "busy tonight?" text.

He responded immediately, "what do you have in mind?"

You tell him you were thinking about getting a drink later and said you'd let him know. Backup plan secured.

Hexagon isn't busy yet; in fact, it's much emptier than you expected, but it's also pretty early. You show up and approach the bar to ask for a glass of whiskey before nervously making your way to the security guard.

"Can I help you, miss?" he asks.

"Uh...yeah. R-red velvet," you respond shakily.

He looks at his watch, then pages someone on his headset, "Ya, know anything about red velvet?" Silence as the person on the other end responds.

"Sorry, miss," he says to you, "I don't have anyone with that password here."

You knew it. How embarrassing. You nod and walk away, back towards the bar. Settling in on a stool, you shoot Daehyun a message, "meet me at Hexagon?" and finish your drink in one big gulp.

You also message the person on Twitter, "haha, very funny." The message is immediately read, and you look around nervously, but it doesn't seem like anyone is looking at you or acting any more strangely than usual.

The bartender approaches, and you ask for another whiskey before turning around to lean with your back against the bar so you can watch as people start to fill the place in.

A man wearing a black mask walks by and makes eye contact with you. Those eyes. I know those eyes. He winks, and you feel your knees buckle beneath you, threatening to drop you onto the floor. Then he scoffs and rolls his eyes before walking away and approaching the security guard, making his way upstairs.

What the fuck just happened. You thought Yoongi was a homebody; what is he doing just wandering around here? And why is he toying with you?

Your cheeks are bright red, and you struggle to calm your breathing when Daehyun approaches and plants a kiss on your cheek, telling you that you look beautiful tonight. You smile and hug him, but your eyes are glued to the balcony. He's standing up there just as he did on Monday, and he's staring in your direction.

"Distracted?" You hear Daehyun laugh a little while waving a hand in front of your eyes.

"Yeah, sorry, I thought I saw someone I recognized," you say while finally tearing your gaze off of the balcony, taking another sip from your drink.

The club fills up, and you continue to drink with Daehyun, now closer to the dance floor, eyes trailing up to the VIP area from time to time but finding the railing empty. You grind your hips into one another's, remembering the drunken night in your kitchen and bedroom, and share a sloppy kiss, feeling him growing hard beneath his pants.

"We should get out of here soon," he coos, and you grin.

Something pulls your gaze back up to the balcony, and you see that Yoongi is back at the railing watching the dance floor. You wonder if he just comes here to people watch, although that seems kind of strange?

Daehyun notices you staring and laughs, "You're obsessed with the VIP area. There's more to Korea than K-pop idols."

"What, I know that," you say snidely, "I'm here with you, aren't I?"

Your phone buzzes again, and you notice it's from Twitter, so you excuse yourself to the bathroom, but you actually go outside to the smoking patio to get some air, opening the unread message in your inbox from the same person who tricked you with the fake password.

"You write such smut-filled stories, yet you crumble at the sight of the man you fantasize about all the time?"

What the fuck? So they are here? And they saw as you lost your balance when Yoongi walked by? Creeped out, you stand there for a few moments, completely frozen, before finally tearing yourself away to go back into the club, and you notice a man blocking your way, standing in the middle of the hallway. It's him. It's Yoongi.

He's wearing a mask, but you know it's him, and he's standing less than a foot away from you. You turn, back against the wall, to step out of his way, but he turns with you and leans on the wall, body so close to touching you, you forget how to breathe, hands becoming sweaty.

"How did you know my countertops are marble?" Yoongi asks. 

You can tell he's smirking even though you can't see it.

"I—what?"

"I might have a little trouble lifting you onto them, though; my shoulder is still a little weaker. Wouldn't want to injure it again."

As he speaks, he leans down until you are staring straight into his eyes. You watch as his mask moves over his lips, his body heat and the faint smell of cologne making you dizzy.

"I want to discuss something with you. Just you. Ditch the boy and come to the last booth. 'Red velvet' will work this time." Yoongi turns to walk away before glancing back and growling, "And don't keep me waiting too long."

You don't have a chance to collect yourself or say anything before he walks away, back in the direction from which he came, and you wonder if it was him messaging you this whole time.

When open up Twitter to reread the message, you notice that the sender has blocked you. Were those just stock photos to make them seem like a real person? You can't remember if they even had followers; you never thought to look at their profile any further to see if they ever interacted with people because your head had been spinning when they mentioned VIP. Even if you did see anything, you can't remember. When you return to Daehyun, he looks concerned. 

"Are you ok???" He asks, grabbing your face in his hands gently.

"Uh...no, I'm sorry," you sigh. "I uh...I got sick in the bathroom. And then tried to get some fresh air outside, but it didn't help. I think I'm just overtired and stressed from such a busy week. I may call it a night."

"I can walk you home!" 

Oh sweet Daehyun, of course he would offer to walk you home.

"No!" You shout, which confuses him. "Uh, I mean...no thank you. It's such a short walk, and I might sit outside for a little while to get some air and collect my thoughts."

Daehyun gives you huge doe eyes, making it difficult to kick him out.

"Come outside with me, and I'll wait for your cab with you?" you offer.

Once outside, you feel frantic and impatient, but you try not to show it. Daehyun's cab finally comes, and he gives you one more kiss on the cheek before asking if you're sure you don't want to be dropped off before him. You shake your head no and close the car door behind him, watching the cab pull away and drive a short distance before running back inside.

"Red velvet!" you practically scream to the guard before he lets you pass.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

You make your way up the stairs feeling your legs shake beneath you. You try to collect yourself, but the closer you get to the top, the more panicked you feel.

There's a bar straight ahead, tables to the right, and an open area to the left. Past the open space and along the railing where Yoongi likes to stand are several red booths in a line. They all have private walls separating each one and long red curtains that can be drawn for even more privacy.

You walk past all of the booths before stopping just short of the last one. Trying to slow your breath, you wait a moment before finally, you pass the booth's wall, revealing a table lit only with a candle and the glow of a tablet. On the table is a glass of whiskey.

Min Yoongi is sitting, tablet in his hands, waiting for you.

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⌘  RESTRUCTURING TASK 3: PLOTS  ⌘  

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I have yet to finish Daehyun’s plot page but here are a few ideas/connections I will add to the page. These are the main ones I’m looking for in terms of his development.

ONE ( tldr; best friend plot ) @fmdjynx​ & open

They are the number one person outside his group and his family that Daehyun loves and cherishes. They are his ride and die. His family. His rock. Their friendship is strong and is one envied by others. Everyone fears when they both get together because they know there will be trouble. The fans love and ship them and always find ways to celebrate their friendship. They are more than a best friend to Daehyun; they are family. When he’s struggling and doubts himself he knows he can always turn to them. They know how each other feels and what the other is thinking just by looking at each other. They are his number one supporter and he theirs. They have countless inside jokes, are always teasing each other, and send each other the weirdest messages.

Open to anyone (pref. around ‘97)

I’d love one male and one female

TWO ( tldr; first love/crush/poss. future love )

Daehyun has always assumed he was straight despite never really being in love before. He’s seen those around him fall in and out of love but the notion never really phased him. Plus, he’s seen what being in love does to people and how much it can change a person and that’s something he doesn’t want to happen to him. That is until he met your muse. It started with quick glances and prolonged gazes. It then progressed to subtle sweating and changes within his stomach. Finally, his heart started to race whenever he was around them. All these changes were scary and new to him and he hopes to god he isn’t dying. This person has made Daehyun question his sexuality and what he feels about falling in love. Has he finally found the person he can call his ‘first love’?

Open to male muses

More in-depth plotting will be required as this will be his first love and hopefully first relationship. I’d love to see this lead into something serious and long but I’m happy to have any sort of relationship. The other muse doesn’t have to feel the same way nor be attracted to males

THREE ( tldr; playful rivalry )

Both of them are famously known to have a kind of rivalry and at times know how to bring out the worst in each other. They don’t hate each other nor do they feel any negative feelings towards the other. Instead, their rivalry is more playful. They may not be the closest of friends but they are still friends. Daehyun hates no one but they are the one person he has mixed feelings about.

Open to anyone outside of Cloud

Pref. a vocalist as that’s Daehyun’s position and it makes more sense but open to any kind of rivalry

This isn’t a serious rivalry but they have a love/hate relationship

FOUR ( tldr; the one sunbae who was there for him ) @fmdhyeju​

Daehyun entered the company not even a year before he was thrust into Cloud 6 and the industry. At that time he was still new to the country and to how everything worked and when he finally debuted, he was a fish out of water. He was lost and scared and often wondered if being an idol was the career for him. Enter them. They were the person who supported him and lifted him up when he was down. They guided him and were his confidant. Even today, they are the one sunbae that Daehyun feels the closest to. He’ll be forever thankful to them. He wouldn’t be where he is today without them guiding him and taking him under their wing. They still hold this close sunbae/hoobae relationship today.

Open to anyone ‘97 or older

Must have debuted BEFORE Daehyun (2017)

Ideal if the muse was from BC but not important

FIVE ( tldr; the hoobae under his wing )

As soon as Daehyun laid eyes on this person he saw himself in them. He remembered how he was when he first became a trainee and when he first debuted and instantly took them under his wing. He guided them much like he had been guided before. He would help them and be there for them. He would always make sure they were healthy and happy. They are his closest hoobae and the one person he gushes over.

Open to anyone younger and who debuted AFTER OR THE SAME YEAR as Cloud (2017)

This is the opposite version of plot four in which Daehyun is the sunbae and this muse is the hoobae

SIX ( tldr; roommate )

Cloud have only recently been allowed to move out of the dorm. They are the unlucky one who agreed to be his roommate. However it happened, they are now stuck with him and he is forever sorry for it.

Open to anyone who has moved out of their dorm