#A Decade with GOT7

[princeofjinhae]

Jackson’s hand written letter for GOT7 10th Anniversary 💚 is 3 pages long! I love him so much 🍓❤️and he signed it “seunie”🥹

[gnabnahc]

his head's in the game and his heart's in the song...?

[cluelesszircon]

So many people are just finding GOT7 now or realizing that Jackson or Jinyoung etc are part of a kpop group is mind boggling. Like welcome glad to have you but do you people not google anything 😭

[gossippool]

i've been seeing so many concert videos lately of people just. standing there. or sitting down. is this like a normal concert experience bc i've only been to 2 concerts in my whole life and one was the eras tour and i had the time of my life. and EVERYONE stood up even those in the upper bowls 😭😭😭

[sleekervae]

Solo Mode [4] jackson wang x fem!oc

Masterlist

Pairing: jackson wang/fem!oc

Summary: locked out

Warnings: strong language, alcohol consumption, coding speak

Word Count: 4.7k

Heather sat stiffly on the edge of Jackson’s couch, boots kicked off beside the legs like she was afraid they might scuff the floor. The place was nicer than she expected—sleek, minimal, curated to hell and back. It wasn’t sterile, though. It was lived-in, warm even. That pissed her off.

The walls were dotted with framed tour photos—Jackson on stage mid-jump, sweat-streaked and grinning under neon lights; the other members of Got7 tangled in laughter in some backstage candid. Solo-era promo shots were scattered like intentional accidents: one moody black-and-white print of him staring off-camera, shirt half-unbuttoned, of course. There were vinyls mounted like trophies, and a shelf with a few fan-made trinkets—a stuffed alpaca wearing his logo tee, a cup sleeve from some café event. His whole career, laid out like a museum exhibit.

Heather’s eye twitched.

Must be nice, she thought bitterly, folding her arms. A whole shrine to your own ego.

In the open-concept kitchen, Jackson moved around like this was a sleepover. He was boiling water in a glass kettle, pulling mugs from a cabinet so organized it hurt her soul. Everything matched. Of course it did.

“You okay with peppermint?” he called over.

“It’s fine,” she said, dry as dust.

He glanced over his shoulder, eyes flicking down to her stockinged feet and then back up to her face. “You look uncomfortable.”

“That’s because I am.”

“Right. Well, if it helps, I’m only, like… thirty percent judging you.”

Heather gave him a look that could cut through bulletproof glass.

Jackson snorted and turned back to the kettle. “Hey, relax Murder Eyes. I'm only messing with you.”

She rolled her own eyes, leaning back against the couch—but only a little. Not enough to get cozy. No way in hell she was letting her body think this was a place of rest. Especially not with the smell of whatever cologne he used still clinging to the air like a warning.

God, even his throw pillows were color-coordinated. She hated him.

Mostly.

A little.

Maybe.

But that was neither here nor there. What mattered was surviving the next however-many minutes until Louis showed up with her spare keys. Then she could get back into her apartment, her fortress of solitude, and forget this awkward detour ever happened.

Her eyes drifted to a photo on a nearby shelf—Jackson laughing with some older man, arm slung around his shoulder like they were brothers. His father?

It startled her how human he looked in that photo. Not curated. Not charming. Just… real.

That pissed her off even more.

Jackson set the mug in front of her like he didn’t trust her not to bolt. Heather accepted it reluctantly, her fingers curling around the ceramic for warmth more than politeness.

He dropped into a leather armchair across from her, elbows on knees, hands clasped around his own tea. A beat passed in silence, just the soft hum of his air purifier and the distant sound of a faucet dripping in the kitchen.

Heather cleared her throat. “So… you’re like… an actual famous person?”

Jackson snorted, eyes lifting to hers. “That sounded physically painful for you.”

“It was,” she said, deadpan. “Don’t let it inflate your ego.”

“Too late,” he said with a crooked smile.

She sipped her tea—minty, sharp, calming despite herself. “I figured you were just a wanna-be influencer or something.”

“Ouch,” he said. “I’ve been insulted in interviews, but that’s a first.”

“So, what’s the deal then?” she pressed, arching a brow. “Popstar by night, nuisance by early morning?”

He leaned back slightly, mug in one hand, the other pushing hair out of his face. “Started with a group—back in Korea. GOT7. We toured a lot. Did the whole polished, choreographed, eat-sleep-practice-repeat thing for years. Then solo projects. My own label. A world tour that felt like it aged me a decade.”

“Wait.” She leaned forward a little. “You have a label? Like—a real one?”

Jackson nodded. “Team Wang.”

She blinked. “Can I be honest?”

“Always.”

“That’s so fucking cringe,” she said, deadpan. “I’m sorry.”

To her surprise, Jackson let out a low laugh. “Fair. But it looks great on sweatshirts.”

"Priorities." Heather raised an eyebrow, despite herself. “And now you’re… here.”

“Now I’m recovering,” he said simply. “Trying to write again. Trying to find something that feels like mine. Something I can breathe in.”

The rawness in his voice wasn’t theatrical. It hit her sideways. Just a breath of it, and it felt too intimate. Too real.

He saw her flinch from the sincerity and, perhaps out of mercy, offered a smirk to soften it.

“I’m not always shirtless and drunk, you know,” he added.

“I’ve only seen evidence to the contrary,” she shot back.

“Fair.” He took a sip, then gestured toward her with the rim of his mug. “What about you? What’s your deal, Murder Eyes?”

She blinked. “Me?”

“No, the other woman who threatened to glass me for playing Cardi B.”

Heather looked down into her tea, bracing. “I code. I architect frameworks for logic systems and interactive mechanics.”

Jackson stared at her. “I understood maybe three of those words.”

She shrugged. “I write software. Mostly mechanics for video games.”

"You make video games?"

"Yes."

He nodded. “That's pretty badass.”

Heather squinted at him. “Are you—complimenting me?”

“Relax,” he said, grinning. “I’ll balance it out later with something patronizing.”

She exhaled through her nose—close to a laugh.

He took another sip. “So, you like it?”

“I like when I’m left alone to do it.”

“Touché.”

They sat in a rare, quiet moment. For once, no thumping bass, no biting remarks. Just two exhausted people with cooling tea and cracked defenses.

Jackson nudged his mug with his thumb, watching the steam curl up before glancing over at her.

“So,” he said, voice softer now. “How’d you get into all that coding shit?”

Heather shrugged one shoulder. “Needed an elective in high school, and computer sciences was the only one with spots left. Figured I’d coast through it while doing something else with my life.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And?”

She cracked a faint smirk. “And I was dead wrong. I got sucked in. There was something about making things work the way I wanted. Tweaking, fixing, breaking it on purpose just to rebuild it better. It was… addicting.”

He watched her with a kind of quiet interest she didn’t like being on the receiving end of.

“And you just stuck with it?”

“Yeah,” she said. “Turns out I’m good at it. Also turns out tech bros hate when a woman walks into a room and knows more than they do. So I stayed.”

Jackson grinned, low and appreciative. “Bet they love that.”

“They absolutely fucking don’t,” she muttered, sipping her tea.

Another beat of silence.

“I get that,” he said after a pause. “The needing to prove yourself part. Everyone thinks the industry’s all glitz. But it’s mostly just surviving long enough to still want to make anything.”

Heather looked over at him, expression unreadable. “Is that why you’re here? Hiding from the glitz so you can want to make stuff?”

He didn’t answer right away.

Instead, he looked back down into his mug.

“Something like that.”

Heather shifted on the couch, her hands gripping the edge of her mug a little too tightly, feeling the heat from the tea radiating against her palms. Jackson was saying something else, but the words blurred as her mind took a sharp turn inward.

She was relaxing. Fucking relaxing.

Her pulse had slowed, her breathing had evened out, and for a second—just a second—she felt like she could just… breathe in the space he was occupying. Maybe even let herself exist in it without feeling like an intruder. But no. That was the kind of shit that made you weak. Comfortable. Soft. She didn’t do soft. She wasn’t even sure what it was anymore—softness, comfort, or just letting a guy like Jackson Wang take up space in her head.

He was annoying. Entitled. Cocky. Too fucking nice for someone who should’ve been a walking red flag.

But Jesus, he was attractive. So fucking attractive, it was making her brain short circuit. Eyes were piercing, dark, peeking out under the mess of air hanging so perfectly over his forehead. It was stupid. He was stupid. And she had a thousand better things to focus on than being distracted by a guy whose most challenging problem was probably choosing a gym to go to or figuring out which VIP table to sit at.

She cursed under her breath, mentally slapping herself.

Don’t fucking do this. She was smarter than this. She didn’t let things like looks trip her up. She didn’t need to get caught in the orbit of someone like him.

Her head snapped back to the present when she realized Jackson was watching her, a lazy grin tugging at his lips.

"Everything alright?" he asked, the casualness of it only making her more aware of how off-kilter she was.

She nodded, forcing a tight smile that didn’t even come close to reaching her eyes. “Yeah, just... tired.”

The answer came too fast, too clipped. But it was enough to keep him from asking more.

Heather shook her head, trying to shake off the mental fog that had settled in. She was getting too comfortable. Too relaxed—and that wasn’t something she was going to indulge in.

After a moment, she cleared her throat and leaned back in the couch, looking up at Jackson like she was the one in control. “So... are you planning on pulling another all-nighter? Should I prepare my headphones for the noise?”

Jackson shot her a look, half-amused and half-curious, and leaned back in his chair. "If I do, are you going to hack my Spotify?"

"Obviously not," she shot back quickly, her voice dry. "I'd just take my handy axe and cut a hole in your wall."

Jackson raised an eyebrow, taking her in as if weighing her threat. “Like any other rational human would.”

“Of course," Heather replied flatly, her lips twitching just the slightest bit as she fought the urge to smile. "I mean, why waste time with subtlety when you can just commit property damage?”

For a moment, there was quiet between them. Then Jackson laughed, a low, quiet thing, but it was genuine. Fuck, even his laugh is hot. There was something about it—something that made Heather almost forget how much she really didn’t want to be here, letting this conversation linger longer than necessary.

But she couldn’t help it, could she? He made everything seem almost... too easy. Too natural.

Heather tried to ignore the way the sound had settled in her chest, reverberating there. She didn’t want to be charmed by him, didn’t want to let her brain short-circuit over the stupidest little things. She certainly didn’t want to feel the inexplicable urge to lean closer when she should’ve been planning her escape.

She’d never been the type to lean into that kind of comfort. It was dangerous. It was the first step to letting herself become like everyone else who let their guards down, believing that the person they were with would stay—wouldn’t hurt them once they had enough power over their heads.

But here she was, staring at him, feeling some sense of... what? Not comfort, no. But something that was making her want to stay a little longer.

“Guess I’ll just wait for my rescuer,” she said again, this time a little more forcefully, hoping the change in her tone would break the moment. "And you get back to whatever self-destructive workaholic bullshit you have going on."

Jackson raised his eyebrows at her, the smirk still there, but there was something more now—something unspoken, like he wasn’t quite as amused as he had been a few moments ago. For once, it felt like he was holding back just as much as she was.

“I guess I’ll do that,” he said, leaning back in his chair again, his gaze lingering on her just a little longer than necessary. "You hungry?”

Heather blinked, a bit caught off guard by the casualness of the question. She wasn’t used to people offering to share food with her, not in a way that didn’t feel like an obligation or a power play. And this—this felt like both.

Her stomach twisted, reminding her that it hadn’t had anything substantial to eat all day. A granola bar and the apology breakfast didn’t quite count as a meal, but she wasn’t about to admit that to him. Not when she already felt out of place in his space, like an uninvited guest who’d overstayed her welcome.

“I’m good,” she said quickly, a little too quickly. She barely stopped herself from crossing her arms, an unconscious shield she hated. “I’m fine, really.”

Jackson tilted his head, studying her for a moment, the slight furrow in his brow suggesting that he wasn’t buying it. But then, as if it was nothing, he shrugged, the careless motion feeling a little too natural on him.

“Alright.” he said, clearly not offended. “I'm hungry, anyway. And I don't feel like cooking, so if you're in the mood for anything in particular...” His grin was light, almost teasing, but there was something behind it, something in the way he phrased it that made Heather feel like she was being quietly pushed into something she wasn’t ready for.

“I’ll be fine.” She couldn’t shake the uncomfortable feeling creeping in, that strange mix of not wanting to be toouncomfortable and also not wanting to be so damned polite. It wasn’t about the food, not really. It was about being in this space, in his space, as if this was something more than a chance encounter.

But Louis was still taking his sweet time, and the rumbling in her stomach didn’t care about her pride or the fact that she was here at all. She had barely eaten anything today, and her body was beginning to get louder in its complaints.

“Fine,” she muttered, almost against her better judgment. “I guess... I could go for a slice of pizza. No pineapple, though.”

Jackson’s smile widened, and for a second, she almost forgot why she had resisted in the first place.

“Pineapple’s banned from my place,” he said, tapping the screen of his phone with a sudden intensity as he made the order. “Pizza it is. Are you vegetarian?”

"Nope."

"Thank god for that."

Heather snorted before she could stop herself. “Would I be shunned to the streets if I was?”

“You never know.” His grin was almost teasing now, the kind of playful smirk she hated—and yet found herself tolerating.

As the minutes passed and the silence lingered between them, she realized she was actually... kind of looking forward to the pizza. Just a little. Not because it was Jackson ordering it, but because she was hungry. That much was undeniable.

Still, the feeling that this wasn’t quite normal gnawed at her. Why was she letting this happen? She wasn’t some awkward college student crashing at his place. She wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this stupid, random interaction.

But the conversation, and Jackson, kept coming back, and the weirdest part? She was kind of okay with it.

The pizza came sometime around dusk, the scent cutting through whatever emotional stalemate Heather had tried to construct in her head. She tried not to look too eager when Jackson handed her a plate, but the first bite made her eyes close involuntarily. She hadn't realized how hungry she really was.

They ate in the living room, side by side on the couch with a careful cushion of space between them. The TV played something ambient and forgettable—some nature documentary with sweeping violin music and whispery narration—but neither of them paid much attention. Conversation kept circling back. Not deep, not intense. Just enough to keep it going.

Jackson listened more than she expected him to. He asked questions that didn’t feel performative, like he actually cared to hear her answers. About her job. Her family, vaguely. Her favorite horror game mechanics and her hot take on why remakes should just be banned outright.

He laughed when she said that. Not polite laughter. Actual, full-bodied, caught-off-guard laughter. And damn it, she noticed again how attractive his laugh was—how warm and unfiltered it felt. Like he hadn’t learned to be careful with it.

By the time the sun dipped below the skyline and the last of the amber glow faded from his windows, Jackson returned from his kitchen holding a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.

“Just to take the edge off,” he said, offering one glass to her with a raised brow.

Heather hesitated. “I’m technically still locked out. Probably shouldn’t be drinking.”

“Technically,” he echoed, “you’re a guest under duress. You deserve wine.”

She rolled her eyes but took the glass. “So noble of you.”

“I try.”

They clinked glasses like it was some kind of truce. Heather wasn’t sure what they were settling, but the wine was smooth, rich, and better than anything she would’ve picked out for herself. Of course he had good wine. Of course.

Conversation drifted again, quieter this time, with the world outside going dim. They were sitting closer now. She hadn’t meant to close the distance—maybe he hadn’t either—but somehow, they’d both tilted toward each other in those small, barely noticeable ways: the way knees angled inward, the lean of an elbow against the couch, the casual reach for the wine bottle to refill her glass without asking.

Heather found herself watching the lines of his profile in the soft light. The clean slope of his jaw. The shadows beneath his cheekbones. It should’ve been easy to dismiss him as just another too-pretty, too-polished celebrity. But there was something disarming about the way he sat with her now. Relaxed. Unscripted.

And worst of all, she was relaxing, too.

She wouldn’t admit it out loud—hell no—but something about the moment made her feel weirdly grounded. Maybe it was the wine, or the food, or the company that wasn’t pushing for more than she wanted to give.

Maybe she just didn’t hate him as much as she thought.

Jackson was saying something about how he learned to cook during lockdown—“Not well, but I can sauté things now without setting off the alarm”—and Heather found herself smiling again, genuine and slow.

When their eyes met, something static passed between them. Not a full-blown spark, not yet. But a quiet flicker.

She looked away first. Not because she was flustered. Just... cautious. Always cautious.

Still, she didn’t move away. And neither did he.

“My sister is never gonna let me live this down,” she muttered, half to herself.

Jackson smirked. “Why? Because you ended up stuck in an asshole's apartment eating overpriced pizza and drinking pinot noir?”

She gave him a sidelong look. “It sounds so much worse when you say it like that.”

��Or better,” he shrugged, smiling into his glass.

God, she hated how charming he could be.

The second glass of wine was a mistake. Not a full-on regret, just the kind of slow burn decision that made Heather more aware of how close Jackson’s knee was to hers. Of how their shoulders would brush every time she leaned over to refill her glass. Or how warm the room had gotten—though it hadn’t, really. It was her. Her head. Her skin. Her stupid overactive nervous system.

She reminded herself she didn’t like him. Not even a little. He was too much—too charming, too good-looking, too smug. A human ego boost wrapped in nice teeth and excellent cologne. The exact type she’d spent her entire adult life avoiding. And yet…

“You ever play Hollow Sunder?” she asked suddenly, a last-ditch attempt to tether her spiraling brain to something safe and nerdy.

Jackson blinked. “What, like the rogue-lite co-op game that makes COD look like Animal Crossing?”

Her eyes snapped to him. “You’ve actually played it?”

“I’ve beat it. Twice. On hardcore.”

Heather made a noise that could’ve been impressed or skeptical, but either way, she reached for her laptop bag. “Bullshit. No one plays that game on hardcore unless they hate themselves.”

“I had a lot of time alone during quarantine,” he shrugged, watching her boot up the laptop like she’d just challenged him to a duel. “What about you?”

“I speedrun the second campaign. Beat it in under an hour. Co-op makes it more fun, though.”

“Then let’s go,” he said, already grabbing a controller from the media cabinet. “I’ll carry us.”

She snorted. “You wish.”

The game lit up the screen in a blink. Familiar synths and shadowy load screens threw her straight into muscle memory. Heather adjusted her posture, squaring up like she was about to enter a battlefield. Because she was. Casual or not, her blood ran competitive.

Jackson chose the tank class and talked a lot of shit—leaning into his self-appointed role as their frontline hero. She picked a stealth-heavy rogue and made it her life’s purpose to outmaneuver him.

They played fast. Sharp. In sync. Surprisingly in sync. He kept pace with her, learned her rhythm quickly. When she darted ahead to disable traps, he covered her flank without being asked. When she dropped low on health, he tossed her healing buffs before she could complain.

“Alright, not bad,” she muttered when they cleared the first boss fight in record time.

“Not bad?” Jackson gasped, feigning offense. “I’m literally saving your ass every three minutes.”

“I’m the one racking up crits, Wang. Calm down.”

He laughed—again, that laugh. Unfiltered and genuinely amused—and she hated how it chipped away at her resistance.

As the game went on, so did the wine. The couch felt smaller. Or maybe it was just that neither of them had any interest in shifting away. At some point, their arms brushed. At another, his hand dropped to rest lightly on the cushion behind her back.

It wasn’t intentional. But it wasn’t not intentional either.

Heather didn’t comment on it. Didn’t pull away. But her brain wouldn’t shut up. Her thoughts raced ahead to places she refused to follow.

This wasn’t a thing. Couldn’t be a thing.

She was stuck here because of a lost key. That’s it. Temporary inconvenience, not a meet-cute.

Still, when the second campaign started and he turned to her with a low, “Ready, Murder Eyes?”—something unsteady shifted in her chest.

God help her, she was.

The game ended with a final boss takedown so seamless it felt choreographed—one last flourish of steel and light, and the screen dissolved into the end credits. Heather leaned back with a quiet exhale, the kind that released more than breath.

Jackson mirrored her, one hand still loosely wrapped around the controller, thumb absently tapping a nonexistent button. Neither of them spoke. The music from the credits played softly, ambient and strangely intimate in the dim light.

Heather let her gaze shift, unguarded for just a second too long. His cheekbones. His jaw. The way his hair curled slightly at the ends. His hands—strong, careful—resting on the controller like they could crush it if they wanted to. It wasn’t fair. No man should look that composed after four hours of gaming and two glasses of wine.

Her thoughts turned sideways, veering into territory she had no business entertaining. Thoughts that involved less clothing and a lot more noise. She blinked hard, like it would reset her brain.

Jackson felt her watching. He didn’t look right away, just smiled to himself, slow and unreadable. But when he did turn to her, his gaze caught on her mouth, then drifted—purposefully slow—down to the line of her neck, her collarbone, the place where her shirt dipped and her skin flushed warmer.

His thoughts weren’t much better. He’d been working to keep it casual, keep it friendly. But she laughed like she meant it and cursed like a sailor and played like she was born with a controller in her hand—and now he was wondering what she looked like without that fitted blouse, that taut tension in her shoulders melted away under his hands.

“Jackson—” she started, voice lower than she meant.

And then—

The door buzzer blared.

Both of them jumped slightly, the moment collapsing in on itself like a snapped rubber band.

Heather blinked first, pulling herself upright, hands brushing her jeans like that could clear the static from her body. Jackson stood too, slower, running a hand through his hair with a breath that sounded way too much like a sigh.

“Guess that’s Louis,” he said, moving for the door.

“Took him fucking long enough.” Heather huffed, voice flat.

Jackson answered without a beat, and Louis stood at the door with the air of someone who definitely forgot and was now pretending he didn’t.

“Sorry, sorry,” he said, waving one hand like it could clear away the inconvenience of it all. “My aunt’s birthday turned into a whole thing. You know how it is.”

Heather didn’t, actually, but she nodded anyway.

He handed her the spare key with a casual shrug. “Here. Don’t lose it again, yeah? And wire me for a new fob. They’re a pain to replace.”

“Thanks, Louis,” she muttered, taking the key.

He was already halfway back to the elevator.

Now she had her bag slung over her shoulder, boots in one hand, key in the other. No excuses left. She should’ve been walking down the hall by now, letting herself into her own space, regaining some distance—mentally, physically, everything.

But she didn’t move.

She just stood there, planted in the open doorway of Jackson’s apartment, unable to tear her eyes from him. He hadn’t stepped away yet either, one hand braced on the edge of the door, watching her with something unreadable on his face. Something cautious. Something waiting.

It was probably the wine, she told herself. Or the fact that she hadn’t had a real meal in hours. Or the heat still radiating from the game, from the rush of shared victory, from sitting too close for too long.

It was probably everything but him.

Except her gaze dropped to his mouth again, and her pulse went sideways. Her thoughts were still moving at a sprint—images and ideas she had no business entertaining, each one bolder than the last.

She shifted her weight. “Right,” she said quietly, more to herself than to him.

Jackson’s brow lifted slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching. He didn’t say anything. Just waited.

Heather clutched her key tighter. “Thanks. For… all of this.”

He nodded once. “Anytime.”

And that was the problem.

Jackson leaned a little on the doorframe, arms folded, one eyebrow raised like he already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask. His voice dropped into something low and teasing.

"You know..." he began, eyes flicking from her key to her face, "since you’ve got a key now... you could stay a little longer. If you wanted."

It was said casually—enough of a joke to be brushed off, but just weighted enough that she felt the floor tilt under her.

Heather blinked. Her brain scrambled for a smartass response, something sharp or sarcastic to slice through the tension curling between them.

But nothing came out.

Instead, her grip loosened on the key, the metal barely catching the light before slipping into her pocket. Her boots thudded to the floor at her side.

She didn’t plan it. She didn’t even fully register the space between them narrowing until she was standing in front of him—so close she could smell the leftover citrus of his cologne, feel the warmth radiating off his skin.

There was a half-second. Maybe less. Just a pause, suspended in something taut and stupidly electric.

Then she kissed him.

It wasn’t soft, not tentative. It was the kind of kiss that made a sharp point of how long she’d been fighting it—how hard she’d tried to keep this exact moment from happening. Her hand found the front of his shirt without thinking, fingers curling into fabric like she needed something solid to hold on to.

Jackson froze—but only for a breath.

Then he kissed her back like he’d been waiting all damn night.

[birf]

me age 17 preaching how got7 truly has something special going on and being right still a decade later

[oishitea]

@guzhufuren @bunnakit I'm tagging you two because you're mainly responsible for my new thing with Ateez 💕

I've been proudly k-pop adjacent/appreciative for a decade and thought I would remain that way, never fully having a favorite group. My friends have gone on about BTS, NCT, Stray Kids, GOT7, EXO, VIXX, Dreamcatcher, BLACKPINK, etc. I have memories of BIGBANG and 2NE1 dropping Lollipop when I was a kid as my introduction to the genre. I have my selections from groups I enjoy, or maybe a single member from their groups whose solo work I like.

It's different here. I've known about these guys for years (at least since 2021) and just been like "cool concept" in passing, like I have been with most k-pop bands. But recently they've just had my attention. The way I feel like I'm courting the band. Like. Getting to know some of the members vicariously through others' obsession which is now becoming mine. Seeing bits and pieces of the group dynamic, sampling their videos and songs bit by bit. Each member individually is becoming more interesting to me and I still know so little.

It's been slow, thoughtful, like savoring a really delicious banquet. It'll take me time but I'm gonna eat the fucking table

So if anyone else wants to bother me about Ateez pls feel free 🫰🫰

[theninthdoor]

Hi love! Do you see the got7 members settling down in life? They seem like very genuine people but it feels like their love life is so difficult lol

Most Likely

Jay B || judgement, ace of swords: For sure. Might take him some time, but he will, in my opinion. Just needs to find the right person and the right timing for himself.

Mark || the chariot, ten of pentacles: Settling down is definitely a goal of his, and it might happen, yes. I see him being determined to make it happen, anyway.

Yugyeom || the world rx, eight of pentacles: Alright, so this is likely a 65-70% chance of settling down. Not quite 50/50. He is likely to, in my opinion, but the energy around it is still pretty unstable. I think it depends on how his carees goes.

BamBam || strength rx, nine of cups rx: This is a 50/50 for me. The potential is there, but I just don't feel him being too keen on that idea. His career + his own enjoyment are his priorities in life. So, if it happens, it happens. Either way, he's not necessarily looking towards it.

Youngjae || four of cups rx, the moon rx: With him, it's very uncertain, honestly. He doesn't see how he wouldn't, but I also don't see him going in that direction. It could go either way, I think, depending on how he goes about his next few years (even the next decade).

Jinyoung || queen of swords, king of wands rx: He expects himself to, but this isn't reading as too positive in that sense. I think career might get in the way of it, so it doesn't happen when he wants it, or at all.

Jackson || ten of cups rx, two of wands rx: Doubt it. If he ever does, it might not be super stable (or long-lasting), or it might just happen very late in life.

Least Likely

(Disclaimer: All is alleged and for entertainment purposes only. Based on current energies.)

[freakin-fries101]

~Hello, Welcome to my Blog~

After lurking on this app for well over a decade I decided that it's time to start posting, I'm not exactly sure what I want to do with this blog so bear with me while I try to figure out something.

Hello everyone my name is Via!

I was born in the 90s(lol) and I'm an ISFP.

I've been a kpop fan since 2009, and the bands that got my into the genre where Big Bang, 2ne1 and ft Island.

My ult groups are Ateez, my biases are Hongjoong (my ult) and Yeosang and my wrecker is Mingi(and the others too), and BTS and my bias is Yoongi (also my ult) and my wreckers are Namjoon and Jungkook.

I also listen to other third gen groups like:

• MonstaX

• Got7

• iKon

• Day6

• the Rose

I'm also a Stay (Minsung biased but I don't ship them, bias wrecker Changbin).

My other interests are astrology, dramas (crime, mostly Korean but sometimes japanese too) and cinema.

Unfortunately, I never found a people that share this interests in real life. Recently I went to one of the ateez dates in Europe (my first kpop concert) and I realized that finding people that like what I like is not that hard anymore and maybe I should try to open myself up too, so here I am!

Also English is not my first language so I apologize in advance!

[eren-dostoevsky]

I love SHINee <3

FOREWARNING FOR ANNOYING INTERNET POLICE: This post is me just using my tumblr page like a diary, yes it's delulu as I am addressing them all individually as If they'd ever see it. So what. I know they wont and I am not pretending to know them personally so don't start with that.

I have nowhere else to put this cause nobody else in real life understands but I just love SHINee so so so much.. I've been a SHAWOL since 2010 and as much as I come to love other groups (MANY other 2nd gen groups, then BTS, EXO, GOT7, Stray Kids, Ateez) none of them can ever compare to how much I love and adore SHINee. I have absolutely been out of the loop of Kpop for a handful of years so I'm not up to date on everything they do but one thing is for sure I will always come back to them and support their careers, solo or together. I love watching them branch out and try new things. Key with his musicals years ago, Onew & Minho in their acting careers, Taemin when he joined SuperM (a bonus to that is having Kai & Baekhyun there too obv), Jonghyun when he hosted Blue Night, and just everything they all do in their solo careers. Music related or not. If anyone was to ever ask me who my ULT group is I wouldn't hesitate and say SHINee. Even if other groups were present, like all the love to other groups but I just love love love SHINee. They are my comfort. My heart.

Lee Jinki. I love your softer vocals and your big heart. Your smile shines so brightly it reaches me over in America. I just wanna hug you. You've always given teddy bear vibes and I love that about you. Never change. I need to get back into watching Kdramas, and i'll start with the ones you're in. If I was ever your friend I'd be right there supporting you with endeavor. Maybe not screaming my support from the sidelines (unless allowed, then I will), but I'd be there.

Kim Jonghyun, I know you're watching me write this you goober. And there isn't enough space on here for me to say how much I love you. I love your honestly, how you wore your heart on your sleeve and put your all into your music, family, friends and the other members. You are a literal angel and you were an angel in human form on earth. I hope to meet you in another life and if I do you BETTER be prepared for me to tackle you in a hug. You've got a couple decades to prepare, sir. <3

Kim Kibum. You sassy mf. I love you but I also wanna scream half the time I see you..doing anything really. We're a little too similar personality wise (as far as I can tell from being a fan, at least) so I think had we been able to be friends you'd be in my phone contacts as "Bitch" with a bunch of heart emoji's. We absolutely would talk shit about ppl while eating expensive chocolates, doing face masks and sipping wine. Id drink it just for you cause otherwise I don't drink. But I love how sassy you are, and that you're unapologetically you. We'd get along so well. Also loving all the 80's synth vibes in your music definitely up my alley.

Choi Minho. You intimidated me at first not gonna lie, but the more I got to know you the more I grew to love you. Just like Jinki you're a big teddy bear who I just wanna hug and boop you on the nose. You're exceptionally talented in everything I've seen you do so far which is unsurprising. I don't like sports, in fact I avoid them but for you I'd like to play with you just to see you smile and laugh (probably as I fail miserably.)

Lee Taemin. *sprays with raid* BACK I SAY. BACK SIR. YOU gave me WHIPLASH when you debuted your solo back in 2014. I was so used to the cute lil taeminnie from before and then BAM. SEXY. And every single comeback of yours still manages to throw me through a loop even though you having mature concepts is not new. Ugh. I love you though. Cause outside of your stage presence you're still taeminnie, the cute lil guy who is shy and loves his cat, and stealing from Key. You do weird shit, but while weird it's still endearing to know you're weird just like me. But Ive never ate bugs so you're alone in that, sorry. If I ever became your friend I want you to be prepared for chaos. I fear we would fuel each others unhinged personality. There goes the other members sanity.

[ominousmotion]

As a (former) kpop fan of almost a decade I feel obligated to react to this lmao

I did see you reblogging some Got7! Are there any other groups you're into rn? 👀

Lmao i love that its mostly just got7 and the members individual music (mostly Jackson wang) tbh but ive been listening to alot of the suggested tracks but i think im gonna check out ateez(?) as well so im sure ill find another group i like v soon lol

[acaffieneaddictt]

watching the episode of youngk's show with bangchan as a guest made me realise yet again how precious the jyp family's relationship is with each other. like if you know jyp lore, you'd know that bambam, yugyeom, bangchan and jihyo used to be the youngest ones there. and for them, at that point of time (I'm talking about late 2000's and early 2010's), the dorms were basically free daycare. all four of them were immensely spoilt by the older ones - especially people like youngk, minjun (jun.k), taecyon, nichkhun, jaebeom or jinyoung. the elder ones became their foster siblings for the decade long training periods, making sure the younger ones are well fed, slept well, have learnt basic korean etiquette, and are not being menaces.

bambam and bangchan are known to have been a menace around the dorms at that time, considering they were roommates and were actually supposed to debut together as a part of jyp's at that time next group (now skz), until youngk hurt himself dangerously during practice and was forced to be removed from the got7 debut lineup as got7's concept revolved around gymnastics in dance, causing bambam to join got7. and knowing that it was youngk who always took care of them, and was also their roomate brought tears to my eyes. youngk has previously been on bambam's show and talked about his close relationship with the got7 members and especially bambam.

it's kind of precious, how these three have stuck together till today and know that they'll always be there for each other.

[got7sarrival]

getting so sappy watching nestfest 😭😭 i made this account almost a decade ago as an elementary/middle schooler, and i’m 22 now. i was 10 when they debuted, and i’ve quite literally lived more of my life with got7 in it than without them!! seeing got7 together again and returning to them now for the first and last time in a while makes me feel incredibly bittersweet but so grateful 💗

i hope everyone that i’ve crossed paths with throughout these past years are all doing well, and i sincerely wish the best for all of you. if you’ve known me as the MANY names i’ve gone by on tumblr (jacksonwangaf, choiyoungjaeaf, yeuthxong, yugjjae, more i don’t remember) or twt (arsnobodyknows, seoksoonyoung, myunhoverse, yuyum0n, even more i don’t remember….), just know that the time we spent together will always be precious to me, and i cherish all of you 🫶💗

[the-12i-times-jerome-reporting]

BamBam: More Than Just an Idol

Unmasking the Artist, Poet, and Philosopher Within the K-Pop Star

A decade into his journey in the spotlight, BamBam continues to transcend the confines of K-Pop stardom. He's not just a member of the sensational boy group GOT7, but an artist, poet, and philosopher in his own right. BamBam's multifaceted talents and introspective nature elevate him beyond the typical idol image, painting a portrait of a young man with a profound depth and a unique vision.

Music as a Medium for Self-Expression

BamBam's music is a captivating blend of catchy melodies and thought-provoking lyrics. His solo work, in particular, showcases a vulnerability and authenticity that resonates with listeners on a deeper level. Each song is a window into his soul, a poetic expression of his experiences, hopes, and dreams. He's not afraid to explore complex emotions and tackle social issues through his music, using his platform to connect with fans on a meaningful level.

A Voice for Change

BamBam's influence extends beyond the stage. He uses his voice to raise awareness about important causes, advocating for mental health and inspiring his fans to embrace their individuality. He challenges societal norms, encourages self-love, and promotes a message of inclusivity. His actions demonstrate a genuine desire to make a positive impact on the world, setting a powerful example for his fans and fellow artists.

A Legacy in the Making

BamBam's journey is a testament to the transformative power of art and self-expression. He has evolved from a young K-Pop idol to a multifaceted artist, leaving an indelible mark on the music industry and beyond. His influence is undeniable, and his impact extends far beyond the realm of entertainment. As he continues to grow and evolve, BamBam's legacy is one of authenticity, creativity, and a commitment to making a difference.

BamBam is more than just a talented performer; he's an artist who uses his platform to connect with fans, spark conversations, and inspire positive change. His music, his words, and his actions all paint a picture of a young man who is wise beyond his years, driven by a passion to create and connect. As he continues to carve his path in the entertainment industry, BamBam's star will only shine brighter, illuminating the way for others to embrace their own unique voices and make their mark on the world.

[fyeahdprian]

Billboard Crossover Convo

DPR IAN Discusses Journey From B-Boying and K-Pop to Marvel and Independent Chart Success on ‘The Crossover Convo’

Billboard Staff 02/23/2025 5:15pm

Depending on when you were first introduced to DPR IAN throughout his decade-plus career in entertainment so far, it may be smart to check on how exactly to address the Australian multi-hyphenate.

Born Christian Yu in Sydney, Australia, in 1990, and known by his Korean name Barom, the future star introduced his first moniker by uploading dance videos to YouTube as B Boy B.yu — a nickname thought up by his mother to remind him to always “be you” or, in young Barom’s case, “B yu”). After high school, he embraced an unexpected swerve to debut in the K-pop industry as Rome, the leader of the boy band C-Clown. When the group split, he reclaimed Christian and used +IAN after directing music videos for the likes of BIGBANG’s Taeyang and iKON’s Bobby, before ultimately landing on his DPR IAN stage name as part of he and his Dream Perfect Regime’s independent, creative musical movement.

But for a friendly conversation like the first episode of Billboard’s The Crossover Convo, he says Ian is “perfect.”

“There are so many eras that I’ve been through and pertaining to those eras is where a lot of those names came out,” DPR IAN explains to Billboard. “Having it all laid out like that really puts a lot of things into perspective. I’ve really just been on the run and on the fly, and I haven’t been able to process a lot of these things; it’s been quite the journey.”

With a musical journey that began with a childhood obsession with progressive-music icons like Daft Punk and Moby, embracing British-pop icons like The Beatles and Spice Girls, to diving into new genres on multifaceted projects like vocalizing over icy EDM on “Do or Die” with DPR ARCTIC, while delivering a psychedelic rock experience for “Diamonds + and Pearls” on the Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings soundtrack, that features a diverse roster of superstars like Simu Lu, Anderson .Paak, DJ Snake, Saweetie, Swae Lee, BIBI, 21 Savage, Mark Tuan of GOT7 and many more.

The Shang-Chi soundtrack peaked at No. 160 on the Billboard 200 in 2021, but IAN built upon the chart momentum with his 2022 full-length Moodswings in to Order(peaking at No. 146 on the chart), which was soon surpassed by Dear Insanity EP from 2023 (No. 138).

But IAN says the music’s personal impact on listeners is more important than how much they buy or consume it.

“I’ve never really expected any of that as I was starting this,” he says in reaction to his organic chart rise. “Even if it affects one person and if it’s enough to change one person’s world for the better, that was enough for me.”

For the premiere episode of The Crossover Convo, take a journey through DPR IAN’s music history and look out for the next star to go through their global-pop music journey next month.

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[kfandomrecords]

<ongoing updates>

2nd Generation Group x Fandom

BigBang x VIP

GOT7 x IGOT7

2PM x HOTTEST

2.5 Generation Group x Fandom

EXO x EXOL

3rd Generation Group x Fandom

SEVENTEEN x CARAT

BLACKPINK x BLINK

GFRIEND x BUDDY

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ATEEZ x

AESPA x

ENHYPEN x

STRAY KIDS x

IVE x

NEWJEANS x BUNNIES

FROMIS9 x

ITZY x