#Monsta X Behavior

[dalkyum]

Changkyun ✷ [I.M BEHIND YOU] ep.15

[dreamaze]

Minhyuk vs the prop pear

[jookyuns]

nunu & hoho’s yum-yum-yum-yum-show [ep.12] // best takes

[jensthwa]

the rhythm of our hearts (KYS x reader).

part of the love's an uncharted path universe ★.

SUMMARY:

Yeosang, with his camcorder and his looks from afar, ignites your curiosity in a way that makes you act a little dumb and against your friend’s judgments. When you finally get tired of him not approaching you, you decide that the night is young and life’s too short to not find an answer to your questions. On a dirty rooftop, your newfound friendship with him might just be the most surprising outcome of the whole ordeal. Is it enough to make you stay, though?

PAIRING: law student!yeosang x dancer!afab reader.

GENRE: strangers to friends to lovers (slow burn).

WORD COUNT: 17.5k (jesus christ)

WARNINGS: SMUT ☽ (MINORS DNI) (in the next part), attempt !!! at comedy, dual pov, reader uses female pronouns, drinking, a tease of violent behavior, choi yeonjun shows up in this story again AND almost beats yeosang up, step up 3d inspired scene as you can see from the banner of the story lol, yeosang gets accused of being a stalker but there's no intentional stalky behavior i promise!!, yeosang is shy, many implied conversations (lol sorry, just know that they talked and talked on that rooftop okay?), unbearble chemistry (sigh), so much unnecesary yearning, the inevitable passage of time, the slowest of burns guys i'm so sorry i promise next part will be juicy i just needed to stablish them, lap sitting, almost kisses the same way gabriela and troy from hsm2 were almost kissing, wooyoung being a menace (you know the deal).

NOTES: this fic is part of a pocket universe you can find in my navi link or in the link at the top of this post. there's a lot of things here that only make sense if you read the other stories first but if you ignore them (since they're not at the core of the story) it can be read as a separate thing lol. this is 100% self indulgent, as all fics should be, and i think i've re-read it so many times that if you find a typo or something that just doesn't make sense, you can blame it on english not being my first language i guess lmao. i hope you enjoy it and if you do feel free to send to my askbox/reblog/type in any feedback or thoughts! <3

POSTED: 05/27/2025

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The neon lights reflect on your skin as you move through the crowd, foreign sweat mixing with yours in the process. 

It’s packed tonight, hardly any free space for you and your friends to claim as yours but you manage. There’s a free table that you all but run up to and when you and your friends crash into it, you all laugh before fixing it in its place. 

Routine takes over and the same person suggests going to get you all your usual drinks, which you say yes to. You don’t want to get distracted and you need to scan the premises to figure out if the person you’re looking for is here tonight. 

You don’t actually know his name. You know your friend Yeonjun almost beats him up, you know he’s been filming something (you) around the club for what seems months now. This person has never actually spoken to you before, hence the almost getting beat up by your most protective friend. 

Taking into account all the red flags, it’s a little crazy that you still feel the need to look for him in between the dancing bodies and the people making out in the dark corners of this club. Your club. Where the bouncers know you and the bartenders discount your drinks because you and your friend group are one of the regulars here. 

It took you a while to gain this status, one you’re very proud of. It’s a reminder of what you’re sacrificing everytime you decide to show up, what you’re risking. And even though it’s been a while and you’re an adult who can make their own decisions, the same adrenaline rushes through your veins everytime. As Yeonjun returns with your drinks and hands you yours with a flirty smile, the same feeling takes over your body, never really growing old. 

The first time you came here, you were a freshman. You came of your own volition, knowing no one at the time. You see, as a ballet dancer there’s a lot of restrictions, a regime you must follow to fit in with your classmates that you, up to the middle of your first semester, followed at face value. You didn’t have any reason not to, after all this was what you’ve worked so hard for, for years and years. 

Years of special diets and hours of training and practice to get where you were, full scholarship in what was supposed to be the first steps of your ballet career. So you followed these restrictions not because you were supposed to, or because your family forced you to pirouette a certain way in the path of perfection, but because you wanted to. 

As a child, you sat down and watched every single dance movie available on your local cable. You watched the nutcracker and then you watched the barbie version of the same tale over and over again until you knew the steps by heart, even if you didn’t know the name of them or how to execute them properly. 

You loved the way they all looked while dancing, the delicate atmosphere in such complicated moves and the ability they had to hook the audience in without saying a word, all they could convey even through a screen. So, in a way, it became your dream to be immortalized the same way. 

But in having that dream, you created this aura of expectation around you that you fell prisoner of the second you understood what it meant. The second you begged your mother to sign you up to classes and then you begged your father to take you seriously when you said that ballet was what you were going to do for eternity, you got trapped into it. Your father swore at the time it was just a phase and you, stubborn as the man in front of you, needed to prove him wrong. 

And you did prove him wrong. You grew in the industry, you started to get eyed by recruiters early on and you gained scholarship after scholarship, made valuable contacts and stayed friends with people who are able to move you forward in case you fall behind on something. You were smart about it, you are smart about it, but yet again the pulsing of your heartbeat syncs with the beat of whatever noisy song is blasting in the club’s speakers and you forget the strict regime and the diets and the sacrifices made to get where you are. 

It’s the same type of rush you felt when you were told someone was following you, filming you. The usual panic one can feel at the thought of being stalked dissipated the second you realized he didn’t have any cruel intentions towards you or the rest of your friend group. You did, kind of, save him from getting beat up by Yeonjun.

You had to rush towards a campus that’s not yours and make your way through the crowd of nosy people to get to them, but as soon as Yeonjun saw you he stepped away from the guy and followed you and your friend Kazuha out of there. You did spare the guy a glance and recognized him from the club, gave him a tiny smile and made sure he was up on his feet before fully centering your attention on your friend.

And pushing him in the chest as hard as you could. 

Kazuha sighed, pushing his chest as well “What’s wrong with you, Yeonjun?” 

“He’s been filming us— Filming you!” He pointed in your direction and you shook your head.

“I thought we established he’s not dangerous! And even if he was, Yeonjun, you could get in serious trouble for just— Behaving like a criminal!” 

“Like a criminal?!” 

“Like a punk with not one care in the world!” You answered, nodding and reinforcing the jab at your friend, who looked like a child being scolded for something they didn’t do. The thing is, if you didn’t get there on time, he probably would’ve. 

Yeonjun is a great, loyal friend. Always has been. And so you obviously forgave him and now, as he takes your finished drink from your hand and settles the cup down into the table just to drag you to the dancefloor, you think you read his intentions clearly, his looks and smiles lately and the way the carefully grabs your waist to move to the rhythm of the r&b track playing.

Understanding has been taking over you these past few days. 

But it doesn’t really matter when he has a rooster of people waiting for his texts and calls, patiently staying in place until he gives them the time of day and you know that’s the treatment he would give you too if you give him a chance. 

So you ignore the spark on his eyes as you sway your hips and turn around, your back against his chest and your butt against his crotch as he follows the rhythm you’re marking. Always taking the lead, always guiding everyone else’s steps makes it easy to ignore everything around you, when you close your eyes and let the atmosphere take you completely too. 

It’s like everything else disappears. The expectations and the fact that you have to wake up early the next to massacre your feet in order to continue your career, your graduation approaching fast, the last showcase and the weeks that follow it, in which you'll have to wait for an offer, for an opportunity. 

It’s just you and the music and Yeonjun hands spinning you around and around again. It’s just you and the ache on your feet and your heavy breathing being muffled by the sound around you, drowned by the rest of the heavy breathes everyone else is letting out. It feels so familiar and yet so exciting, like you’ve never experienced it before. 

Euphoria moves around you in what it feels like a neon glow, it makes everything feel slowed down and too fast and, most importantly, it makes your heart beat in a way no other thing or being makes it beat. 

Except maybe when you open your eyes and catch the stranger who’s always filming staring right at you. 

He’s far away, but you can see him clearly. He’s the only one on the floor standing still, camcorder in hand and you notice that he’s filming someone else, not you, but he’s staring in your direction either way and it makes you smile a little. 

There should be a limit at how much a person is allowed to stare at another before it makes it creepy. Again, there’s a thousand red flags you should be considering but the only thing it brings to you is unsated curiosity. 

And so you don’t think twice before detaching yourself from Yeonjun and moving in the stranger’s direction. Neither of them expect it, because the guy opens his eyes a little wider and you hear your friend’s voice over the music. 

“Y/N, are you serious?! We’ve been here less than forty minutes!” 

What he means is that you’re about to disappear for the rest of the night, like you usually do. It’s not that you always leave your friends behind, especially not when you come here with them to share the night with the group, but you do tend to disappear for like an hour or two. 

And the term disappear is something they use only to bother you because, in reality, your location is shared with all of them and the way you get lost is usually in between the dancing bodies. If they look hard enough, they’ll be able to easily find you. 

Unless you found someone to kiss for the night. They don’t bother looking for you then. 

However, it is a little early to disappear on them. It must be around eleven thirty or twelve, twelve thirty at the very least. You tend to do your rounds at two, two thirty, normally. Maybe that’s why the stranger makes that face. Maybe he has you studied, your behavior noted down in that head of his you want to decipher so badly. 

You have been wondering for a few weeks now why he never approaches you. He seems contempt just to film you from afar, but tonight is different. He’s not filming you. 

There’s a tint of jealousy in your chest at the sight, a small crease in your forehead when you approach him. 

He takes a step back.

You want to laugh a little, but you take the hint, if he’s sending any in your direction. Getting into his space fully is not in your plan anyway. 

Yeosang shouldn’t be here. He should be studying or having dinner with his friends or something. 

He really shouldn’t be here. 

But he can’t help himself. Earlier, in his and Yunho’s dorm and while editing the footage he’s gotten in the last week or so, he decided that he needed clearer shots of the Hongdae club he’s been frequenting. 

It’s only a happy coincidence that that’s the club you usually go to, the one where he can find you most of the nights. Very convenient, really. 

Ugh, who is he kidding? 

There’s this magnetic pull that he hasn’t been able to shake off ever since he saw you for the first time. At the very same club, a year before he started to go there with the purpose of seeing you. 

You were alone, not with the people he usually recognizes. You were dancing around a table, making some of the people sitting down at it laugh before becoming entranced with the way you moved. You tend to have that effect on people, he noticed earlier on, because when you move it looks simple yet extremely interesting, it looks natural, it looks almost magical and Yeosang convinced himself that the reason he kept coming back to that club specifically was because he needed to figure out how your movements were so sharp and yet so smooth at the same time. 

It’s his fault, really, because he’s shy and he should’ve just talked to you right there and then but he convinced himself he wasn’t going to see you ever again after the last time he went and you weren’t there. 

And then he joined a film class. An elective, one that he had in his curriculum for the last year and half of his career. He chose it because everything else seemed boring or too in touch with his law degree, which he was growing a little exhausted from. 

The only respite he had from studying endless pages about special criminal evidence rule was his cheering practices, and he had been benched for awhile for missing some of the important routines in order for him to get all his concepts right before his exams. And now he has to get ready for the internship he’s planning to apply to with a firm he’s been dreaming about since he was in highschool.

So joining that film class was a little stupid on his part, but he enjoyed it for the most part, before the final project was announced and the thing that came to mind was you and your dance moves. 

He had somewhere to start: a little documentary about dance and nightlife in Seoul. It’s a theme simple enough for him to do a little research, a few interviews that reflect the cultural significance of it all in modern society and he had Yunho and his dance team to avoid the need to go out of his way to look for more interviews or content outside of them. 

The thing is, his artistic vein itches every time he thinks about not including you in the film. He has zero justification for the way his chest hurts when the thought of putting his curiosity and tiny crush to rest crosses his mind. 

So he’s been filming from a distance and he’s been careful not to make you or your friends uncomfy ever since he decided to focus more on the nightlife aspect of the documentary instead of the dance part of it. That one time your friend found him, confronted him and pushed him to the ground for filming you all without clear consent doesn’t really count. 

That day, you smiled at him sweetly as you pulled your friend away from him. That had to mean you were okay with it, right? He should just ask you to clear the air up… But he had permission from the club manager to film anyway! 

He has a script, he has an outline of how he wants the film to turn out and he has almost everything to sit down and finish editing it before actually starting making an effort with that law firm and the internship… 

But he’s unable to shake the need to have you in the documentary. Anything will do, really: an interview, a clear shot of you dancing for the camera, anything to have you and his little obsession with the way you move immortalized on tape forever. The way you dance deserves it, the way you seem to control the ambiance around you, the people, the music, the club… He has never seen anything like it before. 

He swears he has been gathering up the courage to actually speak to you instead of lingering around like a creep. 

And tonight is the night.

He has to play it cool. He got there a little later than usual, he’s actually talking to the people he’s filming this time, he asks them for permission and then proceeds to talk with them as well as he can over the music. 

He pretends he doesn't see you and your friend group, including the guy that almost fixes his face, in the corner to the left of the dancefloor. He’s gathering the courage to walk over there and apologize for the misunderstanding, explain the nature of his documentary, ask you all formally to use the footage he has and ask you for a short interview with the questions he already has written down in the notes app on his phone. 

The person he’s filming has gone silent suddenly, just dancing to the r&b song playing and Yeosang does nothing but film them. He’s about to resume conversation when his eyes involuntarily look for you again. 

And he catches you on the dancefloor, the friend who almost punched him twirling you around to the beat of the song and grabbing your waist afterwards. 

There’s that magnetic pull again, that inability to look away from you even though he’s filming someone else. Your body glows in the red neon light and he’s mesmerized by the way you seem to be in your own world, encapsulated in your own bubble with your eyes closed and your body moving to the rhythm. 

He’s unable to look away even when your eyes open and the first thing you do is look at him. His breath catches, his eyes widen and he feels a little sweaty suddenly but he still holds your gaze, his eyes still follow you as you step away from your friend and move through the ocean of dancing bodies. 

Towards him. 

You are walking in his direction. 

Oh, God. Are you going to speak to him? Is this real life? He feels unsafe, unprepared all of the sudden. He takes a step back as you almost reach him. 

And then you smile widely, feline-like, like a big predator who’s playing with its prey just for the fun of it and he seems to get what you’re trying to do. For some reason, he feels like he reads your mind when you look down at the camcorder and then at him again. 

He bows at the person he was filming before, the ghost of the interview he was doing vanishing, before he could get any information that actually helps him or his script, and then his eyes follow you. You’re already walking away when he points the lens in your direction. 

Swallowing hard, he moves in between the dancing bodies to follow yours. He adjusts the lighting in his camera as he moves, he catches the neon before lowering it and finally catching you in the hallway of people that his friends like to call the makeout hall (because it’s kind of dark, the only lights that get to it are the neon ones nearby and the occasional moving leds that move around the club every few seconds so it’s intimate enough to kiss the one you like for the night). 

But no one is making out with anyone. There’s some people chilling against the wall and a few others dancing and they all smile as you move through them to the rhythm of the song playing. Some guy grabs your waist and dips you low and Yeosang smiles as he catches the moment clearly, the lead beams lighting up the space at the correct time to catch you coming back up. 

As he passes people by, they all try to dance with him as well. He shakes his head a little when the same guy grabs his waist and Yeosang blushes when he looks back up and you’re laughing at him. He shakes his head again but you keep moving, so he moves as well and he loses you when you turn the corner. 

Quickening his step, he follows as smoothly as he can but when he reaches the same corner you’re gone. 

Swallowing thick nerves down, he tries to ignore the exaggerated beat of his heart at the thought of that being the only interaction with you that night. He looks around and frowns when he can’t find you at all. Just when he thinks he can see you with your arms up, a guy that’s clearly too intoxicated to be in an environment like this gets in front of him and dances for the camera. He puts his hand on his shoulder and moves him to the side and the dude goes away easily but when he looks up that mirage he had of you in front of him is gone. You’re gone. 

Looking at the screen of his camcorder, he tries to zoom in and hopefully distinguish you between the dancing bodies and moving lights but he can’t see you, he can’t— 

He feels a presence over his shoulder, a little behind him. Entranced and a little terrified, he turns his head slowly. 

He’s almost nose to nose with you when he does. 

His breath catches. You’re close to him, your face almost resting against his shoulder as you pretend to look at the screen a few seconds longer than him. When you look up, there’s a tiny smile curving your lips upwards and Yeosang can’t help but to give you one back. 

“What are we looking for?” 

Oh. 

He realizes he’s never heard your voice before. He certainly imagined it but whatever it was he knows it doesn’t make it any justice.

Even with the loud music, you’re so close and you speak loud enough for the sweet velvet of your timbre to make him inhale a sharp breath. There’s this slight edge to your stare, a flirtatious energy in the way you laugh at him when he opens his mouth and then closes it again, not really sure of what to answer.

“Cat got your tongue?” 

“Y-you,” he manages to stammer out and then he swallows hard again. “I w-was… I mean, you disappeared for a second.” 

“I just went back around,” you point with your thumb over your shoulder to the entrance of the makeout hall and he nods, understanding, spacing out and hyperfocusing on the situation at the same time. “I thought you were able to keep up,” you pause, eyes tracing his face for a quick moment. You lean in, lips dangerously close to his ear and then you say clear as day the words that might be the reason he loses his sanity: “Can you keep up?” 

Yeosang is a mildly competitive person. He is competitive for the love of it, not because he feels like he has to win. He likes to win, however, it’s not going to be the end of the world if he doesn’t. That’s something he tells himself often, with the career path he’d chosen there’s going to be a lot of highs and a lot of lows, same with cheering, same with anything he ever does in life, really. 

So why is his heart beating so fast at the thought of you daring him to keep up? It’s not the end of the world if he can’t keep up, really. 

But he feels the need to prove you wrong somehow. He senses that you see him like a coward, and in a way he is one, but tonight is the night he finally gets to meet you, to tell you his name, to know yours. 

So he nods once, gaze still holding yours and breath still caught in his throat “Try me.” 

That seems to be the answer you were looking for. You smile fully and Yeosang commits it to his memory, takes a mental picture of it before you’re stepping away and into the crowd of sweaty bodies again. 

And this time, Yeosang is able to keep up. 

He follows you swiftly through the crowd, he doesn’t get caught between the bodies, his eyes don't’ let go of your silhouette at all as you guide him up the stairs, looking over your shoulder only once when you bump into a couple making out against the wall and laughing at them when they shoo you away with their hands. 

His heart is beating so loud he feels it in his ears, the throb of it on his throat and he swallows down the feeling in an attempt to stay calm as it gets louder and louder. You turn a corner he’s never even seen before, into a dark hallway where he has to squint his eyes to not trip over anything. No one else is there and his nerves spike, only to come crashing down when he slams into something, into you. 

Your back against his chest and you don’t really say anything as you try to get a door in front of you two open, he hears the clink-clanking of the lock and he hears you softly curse when you fail at getting it right the first time. It makes his lips curve slightly upwards, it makes this whole thing a little less surreal and a little more human. 

He’s not sure why his body is registering it as a dreamlike experience in the first place. 

The music has faded away slightly. He can tell there’s speakers nearby but none in this space, so that might explain why no one is here. Couples making out and people grinding against each other have a behavior pattern he easily recognizes even if he doesn’t participate in either normally: They like being seen. 

Yeosang could never understand that. 

Even as you get the door open and guide him to what looks to be (judging by some cables on the floor, the pvc pipes and the back of the neon sign that always greets him at the entrance) the rooftop of the club, you hurry him inside and close the door behind you. Resting against it, Yeosang watches as you take in a breath and let it out slowly. 

“Sorry, I’m one of the only few allowed here and we don’t want anyone else finding out they can access this space.” 

“Oh,” he nods, focusing on the camcorder screen again and filming the roof with all his might. He wants to turn to you, keep looking at you in the lights the streetlights cast against the roof and both your faces. “And you got this special treatment because…?” 

“I will answer your questions…” he hears you say and that’s when he takes the chance to look at you, curiosity glinting in your eyes in a way he’s sure it’s reflecting his. “But first you have to answer mine.” 

Yeosang is not sure why he’s trying to play everything off in a cool manner when he’s sure you can see right through the way he puffs out his chest and secures his stance before saying a simple: “Fair enough.” 

And you do, you laugh and peel your back from the door only to walk a few steps, nearing the edge of the roof. You sit down there and his heart quickens before dropping for a completely different reason than before. 

You must see it in his face because you laugh again and shake your head “There’s a tiny balcony, owner’s office. You can come and see if you want.” He doesn’t, instead he nods “I believe you,” he clears his throat and closes the screen of his camcorder, recognizing that maybe this is not the moment to have it ready to record, although he wants to keep fresh and in video everything that’s happening right now. 

That’s the only way he would believe it did happen tomorrow, when he wakes up confused and wondering if he dreamt the whole thing. 

Your smile looks pretty real, though. And also it looks pretty, period. 

“Are you afraid of heights?” 

“Is that your first question?” He can tell he’s stalling, prolonging the moment unconsciously and he swallows his monologuing back down and shakes his head. “No, I’m not, I just trust you.” 

“Why? You don’t know me.” 

“My camera does,” he shrugs, looking down at it and then back up at you again. “I feel like I get to know you a little every time I edit a clip of yours, too.” 

“That camera almost got you an ass whip. You’re welcome, by the way.” 

It’s his time to huff out a laugh “Well, you didn’t exactly give me any time to say anything to you that day.” 

“Well,” you tilt your head, your eyes focusing on the ground for a few seconds, “my friend didn’t exactly give me a choice either.” 

“Thank you.” He finally says, after a bit of silence where the memories of that day came back: The confusion, the realization, the push to the ground and the look you gave him as you pulled your friend away. He’s actually very thankful, taking into account that he wouldn’t know how to throw a punch and not feel bad about it five seconds later. 

“It was really dumb on his part, but I mean… You understand, right?” 

That your friend wanted to beat his ass instead of talking it out like normal human beings? No, he doesn’t understand but he nods anyway. 

“You’ve been filming us for a while now. He thought you might’ve been…” You trail off, not really wanting to say it so he says it for you.

“Stalking you.”

“Yeah,” there’s a soft smile on your lips that leads him to believe you didn’t think that yourself. Is either that or you feel a little bad for him, which is way worse, so he decides to trust his first thought. “What’s all the filming for?” 

“A documentary.” 

That seems to surprise you, your eyebrows raising and falling and your eyes widening a little bit. 

“On clubs?” 

“Dance,” he corrects with a tiny smile of his own, “and the nightlife in Seoul. It’s for my class.” 

“Oh, right, you’re going to school,” you nod as you remember probably the only piece of certain information you have on him, or so he thinks. “So you’re studying to become a filmmaker?”

“A lawyer, actually.”

“Wow,” huffing out a laugh, you shake your head in a little disbelief, “didn’t expect that at all.” 

Yeosang laughs too, a nervous sound more than anything. 

“I don’t look the part?” 

Pausing, you take him in: from his outfit (he is sporting all-black attire today, black shirt, black short sleeve button shirt on top of it and baggy black pants) to the way he stands a safe distance and your eyes even go from his face to his hair. He feels like staying still while you gather whatever information you need to answer, but then he also has the need to fix his fringe and tug his button shirt down a little even if it does nothing. 

“You look like a very artistic guy.” 

“And lawyers are not artistic,” he nods and then squints his eyes at you a little, joking at the best of his abilities right now. “Is that what you’re trying to say?” 

“I just never met one who was,” you say in return, squinting your eyes back at him. “Guess now I have.” 

He can literally feel himself blushing. 

This is bad. This is very bad. 

Lucky for him, you don’t notice or, if you do, you don’t make any comments about it. 

There’s another beat of silence that stretches and Yeosang decides to walk around the roof. He’s careful to not step on anything he’s not supposed to as he walks towards the back of the club’s sign. 

He turns to you after looking at the metal foundation of it for a solid minute, blinking rapidly when he finds you got up and walked closer, standing where he was before “Do you have more questions?” 

“Why me?” 

Yeosang swallows hard for the umpteenth time tonight. He has a hundred million ways to answer that question and he’s trying to pick the one answer that doesn’t give any more of this weird crush he has on you fully away. 

However, he can’t help to go the truthful route about it. 

“I like the way you dance. I… I saw you a long time ago, before picking up the film class, and I was just completely, um…” He pauses, tongue wetting his lips in a nervous tick and he swears he sees you follow his unconscious movement with your eyes, but it hardly matters when he's at a loss for words. “I was really entranced by your dancing, I guess you could say. And so when I started the documentary and saw you again I just… There’s no way I couldn’t have you in it, even from afar.” 

“And why didn’t you explain this to me before?” 

“I don’t know.” 

He answers that too quickly, without any hesitation and it makes him blink a few times before laughing it off. 

“I mean, I wanted to, I just n-never found the right time, I g-guess.” 

Slowly and after a few seconds, you give him a nod. 

When you open your mouth to answer, Yeosang feels like everything's in slow motion: Here it comes, the moment you call him a coward, the moment you mock him for taking so long in approaching you. Even tonight, he wasn’t the one who initiated this, you were. 

“You’re shy.” 

Instead, he’s relieved by the knowledge that you’re more understanding than what he initially thought. Yes, he is shy. He’s shyer than usual when it comes to pretty people, even more when they poke at his curiosity and fascination. 

“I should’ve guessed that you were, hm,” you nod again, laughing a little aftwards. “I don’t know why I thought there would be this whole mystery behind you not coming over and talking to us.” 

“Have you thought about it before?”

Yeosang swears he said it in his head. To his account, he asked the question in his mind while he nodded and came up with a response that takes him out of the hole he dug himself in. But you look up at him with raised eyebrows and a curl to your lips that he’s growing used to.

“I have,” you answer without an ounce of shame pouring out of you. You seem proud of it, even, and Yeosang wonders if you're as outspoken in every other aspect of your life as you are with him. “When someone films you from a distance and doesn't even tell you their name it makes you wonder just a tiny bit.” The last part seems to be a joke and Yeosang's lips curl upwards in return. 

“I'm Yeosang,” he doesn't extend a hand for you to take, he stays put in his place as his own name sounds foreign coming out of his mouth. “I… I'm s-sorry I didn't introduce myself before. I'm—”

“Shy.” You answer for him and he shrugs a second later. 

“That's not really the reason, I… Oh, this is going to sound so weird,” he mumbles under his breath but you manage to hear him and laugh a little, shaking your hand to signal that it doesn't matter. “I thought it would, I don't know, break the magic a little?” 

Your expression turns from slightly amused to slightly disappointed again in a second and he regrets following your lead and being honest with you as well. 

“The magic?” 

He needs to find better words to explain himself, but nonsense comes out of him without a second thought and he can physically feel himself cringing at the words. 

“Yeah, like it would actually force me to get this over with,” he shakes his camcorder and then closes his eyes, eyebrows scrunched as he, once again, attempts to climb up the hole he dug himself in. “—I mean, talking to you would mean asking for the interview that I want to ask for and, once I get that footage, I feel like I'm never going to see you again.”

Getting in out in one breath, Yeosang opens his eyes to find you staring at him with something he can't figure out. 

It goes away after you scan his face with your eyes and find something he doesn't know what it is. 

“That's a little dramatic, don't you think?” 

Now, when you put it like that…

He huffs out a laugh and then takes in a little bit of air that he desperately needs “I guess.” 

Laughing at him for what it feels like a thousand times tonight, you look at him up and down and seem to consider something. After a few seconds pass, your smile turns soft and it’s your turn to take in a breath. 

“Y/N.” 

“Hm?” 

“My name,” you say, almost cutting him off. “You didn’t ask.” 

Yeosang wants to smash his head against the neon sign. 

“O-oh of course, sorry. Y/N,” he repeats with a nod. “Pretty. Your name!” He corrects himself immediately. “I-I meant your name is pretty, not you— I mean, you are! You are really pretty a-and…” 

Yeosang watches helplessly as you seem to revel in the state you put him in with the simple whisper of your name and the accusatory joke. 

But you don’t mention it, only turn around and let your knees touch the floor, near the edge of the rooftop again. This time, you rest your chin in your hand and your elbow against the edge and you signal at him to sit down next to you. 

He does. 

“You wanted to interview me?” 

Now he can answer that without messing things up “Yes.” 

“Hm,” your eyes turn from him to the part of the street visible from the angle you’re both sitting at and then your brows almost touch each other as you think. And think. And Yeosang can do anything but stare at your profile and swallow hard at the realization that the neon lights and the darkness of a club would never do your beauty justice. 

Now, he had seen you in broad daylight before. But it was quick and he was mildly distracted by the almost getting beat up emotions so he didn’t appreciate it fully. Now, even though it is nighttime and the neon sign casts a shadow over you, he realizes it’s the first time he gets to see you upclose. 

Up close and in silence, not like the few minutes before where he managed to embarrass himself like no one has probably ever embarrassed themselves in front of their crush. 

“I think,” you say, after a while of just staring at the street where he was quietly watching you instead, “that you really overestimated me and how interesting I can be.” 

“What makes you say that?” He asks in a whisper and you smile, turning to him.

“My story is no different than the story of my friend Kazuha downstairs. Or my classmates. Or any other ballet student in this city.” 

“You do ballet?” 

There’s this trace of surprise on your face that must mimic his, but he thinks it’s because you thought he knew that already. 

“Yes, I’m… I go to K-Arts, Yeosang.” 

“I didn’t know that.” 

“You didn’t?”��

He laughs a little again and shakes his head “Not a stalker, remember?” He attempts to joke and it works because you’re scrunching your nose and nodding the second after. 

“Right, we already established that.” 

“Mhm.” 

“Well, I go to K-Arts. I’m a senior, I’m supposed to focus if I want to get into the university’s dance company fully and all.” 

That catches his attention “Fully?” 

“Yeah, I don’t mean to brag or anything,” you start and your tone gives away that you are, in fact, bragging. Yeosang doesn’t mind it a bit. “But I’m good at ballet, too, not just at… Shaking my ass to a Kendrick song.” 

He giggles and you roll your eyes with a smile on your lips still. 

“So I have joined them for a few performances based on my grades and skills and all of that.” 

Humming, Yeosang looks down at his camcorder and then at you again “And all of your classmates get to do the same?” 

“No,” you answer in a murmur, frowning. “Why?” 

“Then that makes you different from, at least, some of them.” 

He can’t tell if you look annoyed or impressed at the fact that he managed to turn your words against you, but you blink rapidly a few times and Yeosang speaks up before you can tell him anything in return. 

“Let me interview you. This film probably won’t leave my classroom and then it will gather dust in my hard drive for eternity after I pass the class, but it would feel very incomplete without you.” 

You say nothing and he clears his throat, feeling a little dumb for even trying but before he can backpedal on the offer, you’re speaking. 

“Right now?” 

The question doesn’t have any shyness laced to it, but it’s soft. It’s like you can’t believe fully that he wants to interview you and he wants to ask if that’s the case, but he also doesn’t want to accuse you of anything or, worse, assume your feelings. 

He’s big on assuming, he’s trying to be better. 

“Oh,” he shakes his head quickly. “Not if you don’t want to! I… D-don’t feel pressured to say yes, I was… Was that too pushy? I’m sorry.” 

“Yeosang—” 

“I mean it! I have pleeenty of footage. My friend Yunho actually it’s on the documentary too! He’s such a talker, he loves to talk, so I have like a thousand hours worth of interviews and—” 

His rambling comes to an end when you hand closes over his on the rough material of the edge of the roof. He looks at it and then at you and he notices he’s breathing a little hard and that his heart is racing so fast he can barely hear the already faint sound of electronic music and the voices that served as your background music since you two got up there. 

“I want to do it,” you assure him and he swallows hard when your thumb traces three small circles on his skin. One, two, three and then your touch is gone and he can finally breathe. “Just not tonight. I look like a mess.” 

“You truly don’t,” he mumbles without really thinking about it and you smile. 

“Do you have something to do tomorrow night or can you come over here for the interview?” 

“Here?” 

“Mmmhm,” you look around the roof and then at the back of the neon sign, and then you turn a little and point to where the light the neon sign casts is clear and cover a spot on the roof large enough for both of you to sit. You get up and he doesn’t. “That must look cool on video, don’t you think? I got a lot of pictures there already.” 

When you turn around, that’s the first time Yeosang catches a trace of shyness on your face. 

“If you want.”

He smiles fully, widely and the corners of his mouth hurt a little because of it. 

You walk backwards, towards the door and Yeosang knows you’re making your big escape so he doesn’t follow you at all. “See you tomorrow, then?” You yell when you almost reach the exit and he nods.

“See you tomorrow!” He yells back and, when the roof is devoid of that life you seem to bring into everything or so he thinks, he turns to the street and catches the bouncer looking up at him.

He looks angry.

He’s also a very big dude.

“Shit.” 

Yeosang believes that it was a blessing to romanticize the idea of who you were before actually meeting you. Because, as much as he thinks you’re the prettiest person he’s ever seen, his crush tells him that he wouldn’t mind becoming your friend instead. 

He came back the next night and the night after that and the night after that… No, wait, that night he stayed in and studied for a quiz he had the next day and then the next day he went back to see you at the club. 

It was obvious by the third night that the both of you were using the interview and documentary as an excuse. Yes, Yeosang did film a few bits and precise questions here and there, but the rest of the time you two spent together was just an endless conversation that he could stay in for the rest of his days. 

Not one dull moment, Yeosang had never met anyone who makes him talk so much. He usually just listens to his friends and adds to the chat if needed but you don’t even need to ask him a question to get him going.

It makes his heart soar, it feels fulfilled of a need he never even knew he had: Being heard. 

Being heard and understood. 

“Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to do anything at all.” You tell him one night, on week two of this extended interview. 

He doesn’t even have your number yet. 

But he’s unable to think about the rationals and specifics of whatever the hell is going on when he’s staring at the stars, his back on the cold and dusty roof, his head next to one of those pipes and his arm brushing against yours. 

“Nothing at all?” 

“No,” you breathe out, your other arm resting above you, your fingers reaching and ghosting the hairs that stick out of the hat he’s wearing. “I want to dance and then I want to eat something yummy and then I want to sleep. I don’t want to…” you trail off.

And he understands.

“You don’t want to worry.” 

“Exactly,” you return right away, in a whisper and then after two seconds you turn to him. 

He’s already staring at you. 

“I don’t want to worry.” 

“I don’t want to worry either.” 

Yeosang is not sure where this vulnerability is coming from. 

Maybe his mind tricked him into thinking he was better off not sharing certain things with the people who love him the most. 

He’s glad you’re allowing him to explore that talkative part of himself without any real judgment. You give him faces and once over when he says something silly, something not usual, something out of his comfort zone in terms of sharing… And then you go back to being understanding, to furthering the conversation and actually ask him about it instead of talking over it like he notices he’s been allowing others to do all these years. 

Not that they realized they were doing it either. His friends have never been malicious in their actions or intentions, but they are much more outgoing than he is. 

And so are you. 

But you seem to have a special interest in what he has to say. 

And so it becomes really difficult not to share and grow closer every night. It comes to a point where he can start to read your eyes and expressions, where he starts telling what you’re feeling without actually asking about it. 

One night, as you both sit under that part of the roof that catches the neon light of the club’s sign, he catches you staring at his camcorder with something somber crossing your features. 

“We can stop doing this anytime you want, you know?” 

His murmur takes you out of whatever is actually going through your head and that little crease in between your eyebrows goes away, softness coating your eyes a second later and, when they look up at him, he all but feels his heart stop. Which is incredibly dangerous. 

“Did you get all the videos you need already?” 

“Maybe,” he shrugs, “but that’s not why I keep coming back here. I feel like you know that already.” 

Lips curling upwards in a soft smile, you nod “I want you to tell me anyway.” 

Yeosang hesitates for a second, trying to find the way to put into words what he actually meant by that, but he fears he doesn’t really know either. 

He decides to go with what his heart is telling him “I like spending time with you beyond the interview.” 

Your smile grows wider. 

“Me too,” you whisper back, like it’s a secret. “You’re also not a good interviewer, Yeosang.” 

It’s silent for a second and then you both laugh. 

“Ouch,” he pretends to be hurt in between laughs and you push his arm a little. “Noted.” 

Laughter dies and you seem to be thinking something over. You open your mouth and then close it and Yeosang imagines you’re weighing the possible outcomes of what you’re about to tell him. Although, when you do, he doesn’t think it’s anything crazy. 

“I want to see you in daylight,” you start and before he has the chance to agree, you keep going. “I mean, I already did, at your school. But that was for like… thirty seconds. And I wasn’t really paying that much attention to you. But now I am and I want to see you under the sun.” 

Yeosang fucking blushes.

Again. 

His reply comes as soft as if he’s not having heart palpitations and shortness of breath at the moment.

“I’m sure we can arrange that.” 

You nod and then blink a few times, thinking it over it seems. 

“It’s spring,” you start and Yeosang nods, “and I like flowers…” 

He takes a mental note of that.

“And there’s a pretty glass dome at the botanic greenhouse…” 

Setting his lips on a straight line so he doesn’t laugh at how cute you look trying to invite him to it without actually doing it, Yeosang contains himself and then nods one last time “Tomorrow?” 

He enjoys making you smile so wide. 

“At ten.” 

When gets to his dorm, Yeosang tries everything in his power to not label it as a date. 

You’re friends.

He’s happy being your friend. 

If he could tell his heart to keep it down, he would. 

Kazuha frowns at you, arms crossed as she leans into the doorframe of your room. 

You both live in one of the bigger dorms, Zuha’s family has money and she brought you along after insisting she didn't want to be alone in this two bedroom apartment with a shared bathroom. 

Because that's what actually is, a freaking apartment. 

It's truly more than what you deserve, truly, but she's not one to back down when she truly wants something. 

Like right now. 

“So you're going on a date with this guy.” 

“Yeosang,” you correct her, “and it's not a date.” 

She sighs, a little exasperated, and shakes her head at a flower-pattern dress you hold up for her approval. “Too on the nose. What do you call it then?” 

“Hanging out with a friend.” There's really no doubt in your voice even if you're scavenging your closet for something that makes you look extra nice. “So, not a date.” 

“You haven't stopped talking about him so I guess you can see why I assumed it was a date.” 

You look up at her, a smile pulling at the corners of your lips “Then you know his name is Yeosang. Caught ya.” 

Zuha rolls her eyes and you decide to go with one of your regular feel good outfits, one that you know makes you look good without trying much. 

“I don't care what his name is! That's not my point!” 

“Then what's your point?” 

“He's a… dude.” 

“That I've formally known for almost a month.” 

Throwing herself in your bed, your lips curl upwards again when you catch her dramatic expression and hear the over exaggerated huff she lets out. 

“Could you maybe communicate what you're actually thinking instead of doing… whatever this is?” 

She braces herself in her forearms and looks at you with a frown “You said it was cute the last time!” 

Last time you went out with someone, she means. It was nothing serious, merely a movie and a dinner and a kiss at your doorstep before deciding dating took a lot of effort and a lot of time you didn't have. 

So that's why this thing with Yeosang is not a date. 

Expectations can't go up if it's not a date. 

But last time your friend was also just being dramatic to commit to the overprotective bit, saying Yeonjun rubbed on her and what not. 

This time, you can tell she means it. 

So you give her a look and her indignant expression dissipates until she's pouting and letting herself fall on the bed again. 

“I mean, why can't you hang out with him in the club? Where are we all three minutes away?” 

She's so cute. 

“Because I told him that I wanted to see him during the day and the club is closed.” 

“You invited him?” 

You stare at her disbelief with a raised eyebrow and her expression goes away when she realizes the dramatics are truly not working on you. 

“Okay, I’ll shut up.” 

Smile widening, you shake your head at her “There’s truly nothing to worry about, Zuha.” 

“You’re my best friend,” she argues, with a pout, “of course I worry.” 

Kazuha lets out a tiny screech when you pout back at her because she knows that, in the next few seconds, you’re going to tackle her with a bear hug.

And that’s exactly what you, before she even gets the chance to stand up from your bed. She pushes you to the side and you both stare at the ceiling for a second, giggling and breathless. 

“You must really like him if you asked him out. You don’t ask people out.” 

Suddenly, you feel like your breath is fully taken away. You think about it for a second but there’s no use in denying the obvious. You were never someone who fought to suppress their emotions, someone who shy away from what they truly want, but when it comes to things like this (love or attraction, you suppose) it’s a little complicated. 

Because you have no issue going home with someone you met at the club, making out with them in a dark corner outside of it or in the middle of the dancefloor if the time calls for it, but you don’t ever talk to them. 

Not like you’ve been talking to Yeosang, anyway. 

“I really do.” 

When you hear her sigh, you both giggle again.

And then she helps you get ready with soft city pop coming out of your laptop’s speaker and hooks one of her necklaces around your neck. It has your birth flower as a pendant and, when you ask how she has this, she simply answers: “Boys will give you anything as a gift as long as it looks feminine enough. He didn’t know my birthday.” 

It’s no mystery why she’s exclusively dating women now. 

Fifteen more minutes pass and, just as you’re heading out the door, a paper slides underneath it. You hear the heavy steps of the building’s manager (who is insistent in delivering mail the old way, just to get a chance to snoop in your personal lifes) as they pass your door and the next one and only when the sound completely disappears, you pick the mail up. 

One envelope is for you, one is for Kazuha. 

And it suddenly hits you both. 

The company results. The ones that tell you if you got in or not. 

Gulping, you notice the difference between your envelope and Zuha’s. Hers has the K-Arts logo and yours is blank. 

Your gut tells you what the results are before even opening it, but you follow your best friend to the couch and sit down in front of her before rushing her to open the envelope. There’s barely an ounce of patience in your system as she reads the words and you follow the movement of her pupils. 

“O-oh my god, Y/N, I got in!” 

“Into the company?” 

“Yes!”

You’re sure your neighbors are tired of hearing your screams. Of joy, of anger, of whatever. They must be tired.

But right now that’s the only possible reaction and your heart is heavy with both happiness and pride. You’re so proud of her, you tell her as much and hug her and then get up and jump up and down a little with her still in your arms before the moment passes.

And now it’s your turn. 

If she notices the difference in appearance of the envelopes, or the way your face falls with worry and your fake smile doesn’t even hold, she doesn’t mention it. 

It doesn’t take even half a paragraph to read your rejection from the company you’ve dreamed of joining. 

“Wha… Why?” your friends ask and you shrug. 

“It doesn’t say— Wait,” you notice that the letter is folded at the bottom so it could fit properly inside the envelope. When you unfold it and read the text, you let out a scream of surprise. 

Zuha pushes your shoulder and then leans in, trying to read as well “Read it the entire thing to me!” 

“They rejected me here but it says: However, we took the liberty of sending your profile to the internationally renowned classical ballet company, The Royal Ballet, and they have decided to offer you a spot in their school to further your education and train with their techniques for no longer than a year.” You stare up at Kazuha and her mouth is hanging open, her eyes are wide as well and you feel the familiar prick of tears in your eyes, but you blink them away. “If your performance is up to their standards, they have decided to offer you a spot as a member of their corps de ballet, with a full salary after six months of your second year with them.” 

Lowering the letter, you stare up at your friend again. There’s silence for a few seconds where you two try to make your brains compute the information and what it all means, what it all implies, what would happen if you say yes to this opportunity.

When you say yes to this opportunity. 

And then you’re both screaming again, her arms around you as she pushes you up to your feet to jump in a circle, excitement pouring out the both of you. You realize you’re crying when a sob escapes you and she stops jumping to hug you even tighter. 

“You deserve this, Y/N. Of course they wouldn’t let you stay in this small company, of course they wouldn’t— Oh, your makeup!” She reprimands when she pulls away to catch your eye, but her thumbs are swiping away the tears either way. You pout. “A full salary after a year and half, too!” She pauses and her mouth mirrors yours, her eyes filled with tears as well. “I’m so proud of you.” 

“Zuha…” 

“— So, so proud.” 

It isn't until she pinches your cheeks that you remember you have somewhere to be. 

“Oh fuck, what time is it?” 

She rolls her eyes. 

“He likes you,” she says with a tiny smile, “he’ll wait.” 

That calms your sudden panic and you nod, her fingers pinching your cheeks one more time. 

“Okay.”

“He better.” She adds in a threat and you laugh. 

“Okay.” 

Yeosang waits for you, just as your best friend said. 

He leans against the entry wall with squinted eyes because the sun is shining bright today and before you get to him you get a second to take in how he looks in the daylight.

His skin glistens slightly, like he put on moisturizer and sunscreen before he got here (all green flags in your opinion) and he’s dressed in all black again, casually. You realized that when he goes to the club he’s a little dressed up, as you are every night as well. Or, at least, the way he stylizes his clothes makes him look different. 

It’s okay, you think, I’m also someone else entirely during the day time. 

You ignore the weight in your heart at the thought that you’re possibly leaving him and this newfound friendship behind in a few months. 

Why is it that the good things, the ones that excite your spirit, always last so little? 

“I realized,” he starts as soon as he sees you, a smile brightens up his face immediately, “that I don’t have your number.” 

That didn’t even cross your mind. It should’ve, but it didn’t. You see, you can’t even start imagining a text thread with Yeosang. With him, everything feels like it should be this way. 

With him, in front of you. In person. 

Your heart aches a little again but you push it away. You won’t let very obviously good and rewarding news get in the way of this not-date. 

Even if you’re dying to tell him. 

Instead, you shrug and offer him your sunglasses “You never asked.” 

He looks at what you're offering and frowns and then you point up at the sun. 

“It’s bright inside as well?” 

You nod. 

“You’ve never been?” 

He smiles like he’s been caught and your mouth drops open, a little scandalized by this new information. 

“Yeosang!”

“You never asked.” 

Rolling your eyes, you head to the booth that sells the tickets to go inside but he hurries to get in front of you… Two tickets in hand. 

Coming to a full stop, you tell your heart to behave. It shouldn’t react this way over something so simple. 

And yet, it does. 

“I forgive you for twisting my own words against me.” 

“I forgive you for being late,” you’re about to tell him he’s doing it, again, but then he drops his head to the side and looks at you with a little worry in his eyes. “Is everything okay?” 

More than okay, actually. Everything is spectacular and I haven’t even told my parents about the offer. I haven’t told you and I might be getting your hopes up even though I’m leaving. Oh, I also didn’t get in the company I told you about. And I’m terrified of leaving the country and possibly spending the rest of my days somewhere I can’t even call home.

“Yeah,” you nod and, to possibly distract him from the way the pitch of your voice went up a little, you take his arm in yours and start walking towards the door, “everything good. Got a little too carried away with the whole get ready part of the day.” 

If he notices the way you’re not even glancing in his direction, he doesn’t mention it at all. 

“Well, you look beautiful.” 

Now, that makes you look at him. 

He coughs a little and looks away. 

“You always do.” He adds and you all but laugh at the way he’s so bold and then so shy. 

“You look really good too, Yeosang. Always,” you add as well, bumping your hip into his softly. “Now that I’ve seen you in broad daylight, I can confirm.” 

Now it’s his turn to laugh a little and he turns to you as you walk down the initial part of the building. There’s a few rooms to walk through but you both seem to disregard that, walking straight to the conversatory automatic doors. Your breath gets a little caught up in your throat. 

He truly is a beautiful man. 

“Not an ounce of disappointment?” 

Faking an offended gasp, you shake your head. “Not at all!” 

Yeosang nods, taking a look around the room. 

“Good,” his voice comes out in a murmur, but you are close enough to hear him. “I’m glad.” 

Finally, you only smile and look around the room as well. 

It’s been awhile and there’s some things that have changed, but the place gives you the same feel it did when you first came. Like a year after it opened, because it was packed every single day before that. Now, not so much. You see a woman with two kids and a stroller, an older man with his hands behind his back walking around without staring at the plants much and a tourist-looking couple taking a picture in front of a massive potted plant. 

It was hot then and it seems even hotter down, the humidity clinging to you almost immediately. They are trying to replicate a tropical forest in this area, so the plants that thrive in the conservatory climate all require this level of humidity anyway. You should’ve mentioned that, or remembered it before even stepping in. 

You came with your family, you took pictures in front of some plants you’ve never seen before, you bragged about it to the kids in your ballet class and then never returned. But it is really—

“This place looks so not like I expected it to look.” 

Not only does Yeosang manage to make it seem like you both are thinking about the same thing all the time, he also sparks your curiosity like no other person ever has. 

“How come you’ve never been here?” You ask as he lets go of your arm, taking out a small (but semi-professional) digital camera. He doesn’t turn it on, just secures the cord around his wrist and turns to you at the questions. 

“I don’t really enjoy crows. I guess I said that I would come when the buzz of the opening died down and then never remembered to check it out after that.” 

His answer makes you tilt your head as you think. 

“You don’t like crowds?” 

He shakes his head at you. 

“But you went to the club almost every single night?” 

Again, he looks like he’s been caught doing something ridiculous. There’s shyness oozing off of him, but also a hint of shame that you don’t like at all. 

“Is it the right time to admit that I went to that club to see you?”

You squint your eyes “And to film your documentary.” 

“Yes,” he nods, “but there’s only enough footage one can get before it becomes a little obvious that I was there only for you. Not only the last few weeks, I mean…” 

You’re guessing he’s expecting you to be a little freak out by that, but you’ve both discussed this before, that first night when you two finally got away from the crowd to talk. So you’re not freaked out but you are a little nervous because you know what it means.

You’ve always known what it means. 

It’s just a little bit heavy on your heart today because you know you can’t fully carry this out without hurting him or yourself in the process, not when you’re leaving anyways. 

Again, you almost let that feeling ruin the moment, this moment, these days that’s exclusively for the two of you to enjoy. Those feelings don’t belong in this, in the soft embrace of Yeosang’s company and understanding. He also deserves to enjoy the little tour you’re about to give him, to enjoy the ambiance the fake waterfalls and rocks provide. 

“Okay,” you say with a smile that seems to get rid of the shame in his expression, “I’m flattered— and glad, to be honest. I enjoy your company.” 

“I enjoy yours.” He says back and offers you his arm again. You take it without thinking twice. 

“Let’s see how much you enjoy it after I talk your ear off with my guided tour.” 

He laughs “I get one of those?” 

“For free,” you add with a nod, turning to him, “or, well, the small price of your sanity.” 

He pretends to think about it for a second but after you squint your eyes at him in suspicion and fake offense at all the thinking, he concedes. “Sounds good, reasonable even.” 

“Mhm.” 

Feeling giddy, you go on and on about the place. About what you remember from the actual guided tour you paid for back in the day. About the plants and the importance of the place during the cold winter months and Yeosang listens to you even though what you’re explaining is obvious. 

You drag him to the second floor and then to the seed room (a room where they explain the different types of seeds) and then to the library and then to the cafe to take a tiny break from the heat that follows the conservatory and the rooms around it. 

Yeosang takes photos the entire time. He records, he takes your picture in front of an emulated dessert and a few cacti with tiny and beautiful flowers blooming from them. He lets you take his arm and, by the time you’re both out of the dome and into the path that leads to the park attached to this botanical garden, you’re both walking shoulder to shoulder. 

And your pinkies are brushing. 

“You shouldn’t have,” you say to break the comfy silence you’re both in as you enter the bridge connecting one side of the park with the other. “Next time they’re on me.” 

Shaking your coffee cup, he huffs something close to a laugh but when you look at him from the corner of your eye, his face is flushed. 

“Love when you say that.” 

Behave, beating heart. 

“What?” You ask in a whisper. 

“When you say there’s going to be a next time.” 

Oh, the universe is funny. Silly. A goof, a meanie even, for playing with your emotions this way. 

“Yeosang…” 

You can tell the moment he makes the decision. One that takes a lot of bravery, one that steals the breath from your lungs and makes a shiver run down your spine. He intertwines your finger with his, slowly, with a caress when you reach the end of the bridge and move to the side to let other people, who are not even paying attention to you, pass by. 

A few seconds later your hand is fully intertwined with his and you try no to cry because he’s looking at you with a speck of hope in his eyes. Hope for a future you can’t offer.

Because you’re leaving. 

“You told me that you like when I tell you things,” he starts and you lick your lips, nodding as a reply because you can’t find your voice even though you should. You should stop him. You should stop this. “And I feel like there’s no point in not saying out loud what you already know. Because you know, don’t you?” 

Even now, when there’s a joke at the tip of your tongue, the only thing you can do is soften your kind of worried expression and nod again. 

“I like you,” he breathes out and he doesn’t say it in a whisper, like you expect it. 

He doesn’t say it in between kisses and loud music, with the purpose of getting you into a dark secluded corner and having his way with you, or with the intention of getting you home and ghost you the next day like you’re used to. 

When Yeosang tells you that he likes you, it comes with the soft spring breeze grazing your face and a halo of light behind him. It comes with the sun coming down, with the tiredness that comes with spending the entire day laughing and talking and walking around with someone you care about, with the faint smell of coffee and the cold of your cup freezing the palm of your free hand even though you feel warmth spread inside of you. 

“I don’t expect you to say it back because we just met a few weeks ago. And I also don’t want you to think that my tiny crush is what motivated me to include you in my documentary. Or film you. Or be a borderline creep around you or your group of friends in the club, I just— I’m okay being your friend,” he clarifies and you want to huff out a tiny laugh because he looks so nervous and yet his voice doesn’t waver once, not like when you first met. He’s sure of what he’s saying and you believe him immediately, too. He let’s go of your hand to gesture with his, “I’m okay with you not liking me back. I’m sure I’ll grow out of it or tell you if I can’t move on, but—” 

“Breathe.” 

“—But I want you to stay in my life. I like spending time with you and I—” 

“Yeosang.” 

He blinks, realizing that he’s word vomiting for literally nothing. 

Because, at his confession, you can’t help but smile widely. And then that smile shrinks a little at the sudden realization that you need to tell him. 

Now. 

But you want to give him the grace of not outright rejecting him at the edge of the bridge.

“Come here.” 

Taking his hand back in yours, you ignore his confused stare and drag him towards where you initially wanted to enjoy your coffee: There’s a small pond where you can sit at a reasonable distance, to not interfere with the birds drinking from it and the fishes swimming in it. 

From your bag, you take out the tablecloth you stole from your living room table (with Zuha’s permission, of course) and lay it down on the grass before practically throwing yourself in it. 

As you sit, Yeosang does as well and you let out a sigh, thinking about the pond. 

Admiring it from a distance, like Yeosang admired you for months. 

Possibly the same way you’ll have to admire him now that you’re leaving. 

“I didn’t get in.” 

He turns his head to you, a frown creasing his eyebrows “What?” 

“They rejected me today, that’s why I was a little late,” you curve your lips into a tense smile and at the realization that you might be feeling a little guilty for lying to him (you are), he shakes his head. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize for something so silly, I don’t mind waiting for you,” he says and you can’t help but take the meaning of his words and extend it to the situation he knows nothing about yet. “What do you mean they rejected you?” You shrug as an answer and he lets out a breathy, indignant laugh “Why would they do that?” 

The fact that he’s getting offended on your behalf assures your entire being that he cares. He cares, he cares, he cares and you’re about to leave someone who cares about you behind. 

You’re about to leave so many people behind. 

“They rejected me because another company wants me to join their team and they probably wanted to narrow my options,” you shrug again and you watch as his face turns from offended to confused to surprised to happy for you in just a few seconds and he changes his weight to his knees, his arms opened and you answer the question before he even gets to ask. “The royal ballet.” 

“The royal ballet?” 

You roll your eyes, wacking the arm closest to you with minimal force “Do you even know what that is?” 

“Of course I know what that is! Y/N!” He wiggles his arms and you get on your knees as well, rounding his neck with yours, hugging him close to you. He hugs you back and it’s tight, it’s warm, it’s friendly and at the same time it feels weighted with his romantic feelings towards you. You enjoy it, you enjoy it even more when he sways you side to side, like something within him knows he has to comfort you. “Congratulations!” 

“Thank you,” you return softly and start following his movements, swaying you both as well until it gains enough impulse to make you fall against the soft material of the tablecloth and grass almosts gets in your eye but you pay it no mind because Yeosang’s arm is under your head and he’s so close to you that you feel like screaming (in the best way possible). “If you know what the royal ballet is, do you know where the main school is located, right?” 

He nods.

“You understand they want me to go there, right?” 

He nods again and you take in some air. 

“Yeosangie��” 

He smiles at the nickname. 

“I like you,” you start, soft again as if saying it louder would make the words that follow it hurt any less. They hurt you, they are going to hurt him as well. “But I think we should be friends, I think— No, I’m sure I’m taking their offer.” 

Yeosang stays quiet for a few seconds. You cuddle into his touch further, without really wanting it to and he raises his hand, his knuckle caressing your cheek softly. 

It’s not a platonic touch, it’s not a platonic scenario either despite what you just told him and you’re sure he’s not doing it on purpose. You’re not doing it on purpose. 

It just feels natural to move closer to him. To revel in the feel of his fingertips against your skin. 

“You do know I didn’t show up at the club night after night just to be romantically involved with you, right?” 

Nodding, his hand on your face slips down a little and he cups your chin with your fingers. 

“I’m happy with us being friends, I’m happy with you staying in my life.” 

“But I’m leaving…” 

“London it’s not that far… It’s like—” 

He looks like he wants to say something but instead he frowns and looks to the sky, a slight pout on his lips you feel the need to kiss. 

“Yeosang?” You ask after what feels like a minute.

“Eight hours?” 

“Huh?” 

He laughs a little “I think it’s an eight hour difference. I can stay up late, you can wake up early, we can find a way to keep in touch.” 

Turning back to you, his hand cups your cheek instead and his thumb slides against the skin. When he turned back to you, he moved a little bit closer. You’re sure it wasn’t intentional but then the words he said just a few minutes ago make your heart race.

I’m happy with us being friends.

Why? You don’t want him to be happy with you two just being friends. You want him to kiss you. You want him to not understand you and to disregard your wishes and tell you he wants you forever. 

You know that you couldn’t extend the same sentiment to him. But he’s patient and kind and so, so polite and you’re not sure how anyone here or all the way in London could compare to him. 

Again, your heart is mourning the loss of something you never truly had. 

But you try to learn from his patience and let out a tiny sigh before resigning your result to insist on whatever you two have going on. 

“Okay.”

It’s your turn to look at the sky above you, the orange gradually fading into the perfect canvas for stars to paint allows you to finally, finally let the entirety of the news sink in. 

“Oh, my god.” 

“Hm?”

You sit up straight, mouth open and a crease in between your brows.

“Oh my fucking god. I’m going to London and my parents don’t even know about it yet.” 

“They don’t know?”

“I had a date with you!” Looking at him, you don’t miss the way he blushes and you feel yourself heat up a little too at your choice of words. “Only Zuha knows… She was with me when we got the envelopes.” 

“Well… Do you feel like you want to tell them in a special way? Because you can just call them, if you want.”

Gulping, you shake your head slightly “M-my mom hates calls.” 

He pauses for a bit, you see him blink twice and then stare at the corner of his lips as they lift up a little.

“Are you nervous about telling them?” 

You realize you are. You’ve never been nervous about telling them anything at all. They celebrate your successes and help you through your hard times even if you hold your chin up and insist you’re okay. You’re sure they’re going to be over the moon about the news. 

Why are you hesitating to tell them, then?

“Do you… Do you think they’ll let me go?” 

He smiles fully now, sitting up as well. “I think they’re proud of you and they’ll be proud of you whether you’re here or in London,” he shrugs and then he adds, “I’m proud of you.” 

It makes you smile. 

“And I just met you. I can’t imagine how they must feel,” your eyes roll instantly at the attempted joke but you huff out a laugh anyway, “and they’ve known since forever, I mean—” 

You extend your arm to push him a little and he falls back down into the tablecloth with a fake cry. “Shut up.” 

“Did I lie?” 

“Kang Yeosang, shut up.” 

The next few months feel like a montage you can see in one of those coming of age movies. Not a romantic comedy, but a coming of age. 

You tell your parents about London and they go through all the stages of grief before congratulating you and telling you they’re proud, they’re happy for you. You tell your friends and it’s a similar experience, except that, instead of celebrating with hugs and a dinner at a fancy restaurant, they drag you to the dinner at a fast food joint at the side of the street and then to the club. 

They celebrate Kazuha’s acceptance into the university’s company as well, of course, and the next morning you both nurse a hangover that repercutes on you days after that as well. It’s all worth it, it is every time but Zuha and you make sure to complain every day until it fully goes away. 

You still hang out with Yeosang. Every single time there’s an ache in your heart that dreads the moment you part (for the day but also… forever, maybe?) and you conceal it with smiles and teasing jokes that don’t cross the line. You hang out with him at his dorm, which you were hesitant to do at first but he explained: 

“My roommate is never here anymore. His girlfriend got a new apartment and so he basically lives with her.” 

You turn to the side of the room, where there are pictures of said roommate with Yeosang and a few people you think you recognize from the club, but you also can’t be sure. You take the guy in every single picture is Yunho, his roomie, and the girl he’s kissing on the cheek is his girlfriend. She looks your age, so you turn to Yeosang with a raised eyebrow and he laughs a little.

“They’re rich.” 

“Him included?”

“Mhm,” he sighs, clicking away on his computer to chop some footage and add some in its place, “he likes to cosplay being poor.” 

“That’s insane.” 

He gives you another affirmative sound and you move around the tiny space two times before calming your nerves of being alone in a room with him and sitting down in his bed, facing his left side since he’s sitting at his desk. 

“More room for you, I guess.”

You notice his smile fading bit by bit, lips forming a tense line a second after. “It’s a little lonely,” he admits. “All of my friends are really busy lately. Which, you know, it’s fine. It’s life. We’re all growing up and I feel like I can’t quite catch up to them.” 

“You did just get into the firm you wanted to, though. You feel like you can’t catch up to the direction they're going?” 

He smiles “Well, first of all, I got an internship—” 

“And they’re giving you the job after the internship ends, we all know this, Yeosang!” you interrupt him and he gives you a look that makes you smile for a second before pretending he’s annoying you. “Whatever.” 

“Like I was saying— I got an internship in the firm, not into the firm,” he finally gets to say and you look back at him, the somber look returning to his face after the second of respite your interruption provided. “But, I mean, we’re starting to see each other less and less— Should I keep this in?” He points at the screen and you frown at the sudden change of topic but then, when you see a frame of you making a weird face for the camera as he sets it up, you get why. 

“Don’t you dare,” you extend your leg and push your feet into his side, he recoils like you stabbed him with something but then recovers quickly. There’s a second where you both smile, your leg coming back to the bed, and then you push a little for the feelings he was explaining before. “You’re seeing each other less and less?” 

“Yeah. I get it, obviously, Hongjoong has this mini tour he needs to plan— That’s my friend who’s in a band,” he explains, “so he’s barely in our hang outs anymore. Yuhno just found love for the first time ever so he’s in the honeymoon phase and the rest of them are just trying to survive their last year of college or jobs.”

“Like us,” you nod.

“Like us,” he whispers in agreement, “and yet we still have time to see each other. I’m guessing some of them see each other often, too, I just… Never really had that with any of them. They’re good friends, the best of them really—” 

“And that would be my group of friends, but okay.”

He laughs and then continues. “But I never really… Connected like that, one on one, with anyone. Jongho, maybe, but he’s going insane trying to keep his grades up to stay in the team and maybe go pro for a few years afterwards and—” 

Sliding to the edge of the bed, you get up from your position to bring your arms around your friend. You can tell it’s really getting to him. You have your own shit going on, the whole I’m leaving my whole life behind and starting over, kind of, in a new city thing but you haven’t put yourself in the shoes of those you’re leaving behind, their own worries about their futures plaguing their thoughts as well. 

“It’s all too much… And I haven’t even finished editing the documentary.” 

“You’re almost done.” 

“It’s due in five days.” 

“You’re almost done,” you repeat, pulling away a little while looking down at him. He looks up, almost pouting. “You got this, Yeo.” 

And then the inevitable tension that comes into the room the second you two touch for longer than five seconds enters and you both let go at the same time. You swallow hard, he coughs and then the topic of conversation switches until you both forget the fact that electricity runs through both your spines whenever you hold each other. 

So Yeosang never touches you. He holds your hand, hugs you goodbye but he never insists. By your final performance, two days later, where he is in attendance and sits next to a very (but not as much as before) skeptical Yeonjun, you wonder if the small bouquet you see on his lap all the way from the stage is a purely platonic gesture. 

Because when you do your final bow as a student, eyes filled with tears, and get down to the backstage, the first person you see it's not your dad, your mom or Yeonjun. It's him. 

But the bouquet he extends to you it's as beautiful as it is not unique. When he sees Kazuha, he offers a similar one to her and she accepts, breathless, emotional and a little bit confused. 

So you start to wonder if he stopped liking you as the days went by, you start to wonder if you're the only one who fell deeper even though you're the one who decided for the both of your to not pursue the constant tension between you both, to put aside your confessions in honor for your friendship to flourish and outlast the incoming physical distance your future is going to put between you two. 

That's why you don't entertain the thought much, just lean in to give him a hug that screams I'm in love with my friend to all of your classmates, Yeonjun and your parents (who you see from the corner of your eye entering the room before you close them), which doesn't really help your case at all. 

“Thank you, Yeosang,” you whisper into the skin of his neck, for only him to hear, “for coming, for being there for me, for the flowers and for everything.” 

“You sound like you're saying goodbye to me,” he whispers back, pulling away just a bit so he can see you. “You're not leaving yet. Let's not do that until then, please?” 

And because you've been learning a lot of things from him, patience being one of them, you smile a little and nod in agreement. 

But you don't miss the way his eyes take in your features and stop to look at your lips for a few seconds too long. You can't help when you do the same, either. 

Your heart sings a hopeful song. A dumb, dumb melody filled with wishes of the things you can't indulge in, not right now, not ever. 

Because that song has a beat you think you’ll be able to dance to, choreograph it in a way only you and him understand and you’re so sure it will give you the same euphoric feeling being the middle of the dancefloor at a packed club or performing variations of your favorite classic characters on stage give you. 

And that is enough to make you want to stay. 

But you can’t. 

Your acceptance to the royal ballet proposal, once it came into you and Zuha’s shared apartment, has been already emailed and signed, sealed, delivered through physical mail.

It’s confirmed that you’re leaving later this month, at the start of the new semester for them. 

For you as well, you guess. 

And since you learned that, time seems to turn into thin dust in your hands, slipping from your fingers and blowing away in the wind. 

So you really should put a stop to your feelings for Yeosang, but they only grow stronger. 

You move back home to try and spend a little more time with your family and that makes his dorm farther away than before but you still show up to see him edit anyway. 

And when he finishes the documentary, he refuses to show you it because he claims he needs time and a bigger screen. 

But you're not sure you two have that much time at all. 

And involuntarily do that thing where your face drops even though you're still smiling and his lightbulb lights up. 

“A farewell screening party!” 

“A… A what?” 

“You know,” he clears his throat a little and you see him blush, “a party for you and for me at the same time. It can be your farewell party and the screening of my documentary because God knows Yunho will force me to show it to all of our friends either way.” 

You purse your lips, clearly trying not to laugh and he levels you with a look. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, that’s…” you cough your giggles away, “adorable.” 

“Right.” 

You take a sneaky step forward and he barely notices but his eyebrow raises. He seems to know what you're trying to do but you're a little bit distracted by the edge on his expression so your lack of immediate action makes him lower his guard. 

And you lunch for the computer without thinking twice. 

“No!” 

“You're not even going to let me see a snippet of it, Yeosang?!” 

You laugh but avoid him and you’re literally opening the video library of his computer when you feel two hands grab your middle and pull you back. He falls into Yunho’s mattress and you fall with him. 

Squeaking and then letting out a laugh, you realize too late that Yeosang has pulled you into his lap, his palms secured on your hips, his breath on your neck. As you turn your head to look at him, smiling slowly fading from your lips and his, you also notice that this was not what he intended to do in the first place. 

But you’re both frozen in place. 

Eyes not looking up at his face, you open and close the palms of your hands over the part of his chest and arm you’re just realizing now you’re holding. You blink a few times and from the corner of your eye you see his adam’s apple bob, you hear the sound of him swallowing tightly and feel against your shoulder the rumble of his chest when he speaks, low and soft, unsure like he doesn’t really know what’s the correct volume to use right now. 

“It’s a surprise.” 

“A surprise,” you repeat in the same tone, dumbly, a little bit distracted by his scent, “of course,” and then you frown, curious as always. “Why is it a surprise again?” 

He huffs out a short laugh. “If I tell you, it’ll ruin the surprise.” 

“Of course.” 

You should move. He should let go. Someone should do something because this is blurring the lines of your friendship entirely. 

But his lap is comfy and you can feel his heart beating against your skin and, instead of being in high alert and in a reactionary mood, your body just relaxes against him. 

He feels it and the touch against you relaxes as well but stays in its place. Yeosang’s head moves a little bit forward, his chin resting against your shoulder like the action alone is not enough to make the butterflies in your stomach go insane. 

“I just hope you like it.” 

The tremor on his voice gives away that he’s genuinely nervous about it, so you tilt your head and let your temple touch his. 

“I probably will, Yeo.” 

Lifting his head a little, your nose bumps slightly with his nose and your eyes widen at the feeling. 

It truly shouldn’t be this difficult. You should lean in and kiss him or he should lean in and kiss you but the boundaries you drew stand tall in between you. 

You wonder if the need that burns in his eyes when you look at him also burns in yours. You wonder if he sees it. You wonder if it’s enough to make the spoken rules of your relationship crumble. 

Breath shaking a little, you push a bit forward, lips parted and waiting for him to take the last step, to confirm that the rules and boundaries and the conversation you two had about the nature of your dynamic goes to hell and you get to finally have him like you want to have him. 

Yeosang looks like he’s thinking the same thing as you and, just when you’re about to close your eyes again and let this whole thing be…

The door swings open. 

And you practically fly off his lap, trip with a pair of shoes that are not yours and shouldn’t be there in the first place and almost fall to the floor. A hand you are not familiar with catches you and you look up to find Yunho of all people preventing your face from banging against the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asks and you turn to Yeosang instead of replying, for some reason. 

Yeosang is very still, paralyzed in fear even for a few seconds before his brain seems to catch up to the situation because he stands, grabs your shoulders and stabilizes you fully on the ground. 

You clear your throat and then turn to Yunho: “I’m fine,” you say, voice very small and the answer is a little dumb because everyone can see you’re clearly not fine. “Thanks.”

“Of course…” He turns to look behind him and that’s when you realize. 

Oh, this is mortifying. 

There’s three other people behind him: Wooyoung, who you recognize because one time he facetimed Yeosang while you two were together and you catched a glimpse at the screen, and two other guys you assume Yeosang has probably mentioned before, but you can’t recall their names right now.

Your head is not functioning properly right now. 

“This is—” Yeosang starts.

“Y/N!” You say for him with a nod and a big smile. 

“She’s my friend that I met at the club and—” 

“Your co-star,” you point to Yunho, “supporting actress of the documentary, really, I’ve seen him edit it and you are the main star.” 

“— her name is Y/N.” Yeosang finishes.

You clasp your hands together in front of you and it makes a loud noise, bow a little too. “That’s me.”

From the corner of your eye you see how Wooyoung turns around, trying not to laugh, and then one of the guys punches him in the arm. 

“We can, uhm…” Yunho is trying really hard not to laugh as well and you fail to see what about this embarrassing situation they found funny. “We can come back later if you guys want.” 

It’s even more embarrassing when both you and Yeosang basically scream a: “No!” at the same time. 

Which only makes Wooyoung break into a giggle that’s soon muffled by the hand of the second guy you don’t recognize at all. 

So you turn to Yeosang fully, leaning down to pick up your bag from where you dropped it on the floor. 

“I have to go and help Zuha with the—” 

“Oh, that’s right! Of course.” 

You don’t need to help Kazuha with absolutely anything. 

“And I guess you need to tell them about the party—” 

“Yup, I’ll tell them, um…” 

There’s an awkward silence for what feels like forever (two seconds, max) and then you both give each other a quick hug before you’re practically running for the door. 

“It was very nice to meet you all.” You say and it sounds weird because your throat is dry and you stumble it out. 

You don’t wait to hear their responses as you grab your shoes from the floor and then open and close the door behind you fast. 

Yeosang can deal with whatever they’re going to do, the ways they’re probably going to tease him. They’re his friends after all. 

And even though you feel the heat of the embarrassment on your cheeks and your heart racing, you smile at the laughter you hear through the wood of the door. It follows you as you walk through the hallway and there’s only one thing going through your head as you get secure your bag around your shoulder and start to head home: 

There’s the possibility Yeosang would’ve kissed you if they never walked in. 

There’s the possibility he still wants you the same way you want him. 

Yeosang has never been more flushed in his entire life. 

He watches you back until the door closes and then a second of silence passes by before everyone starts to laugh.

Everyone but him, because it’s not funny at all. 

Lips still aching at the thought of kissing you, he barely gets time to roll his eyes at his friends before they’re all but throwing him on the bed and tickling his sides. 

He doesn’t really want to laugh but his body’s reaction leaves him no choice. 

“You should’ve texted me that you had a girl over or something, dude!” Yunho starts and Yeosang huffs in response. 

“I thought you said the two of you were just friends, though?” San asks and he all but rolls his eyes. 

“What did you just see, Choi San? I swear to god you and Yunho are—” 

The mentioned one gasps dramatically and cuts Wooyoung mid sentence “What did I do now?” 

“Clueless!” Wooyoung says and he laughs a little at that. 

They stopped tickling him but they’re all still on top of him on the bed and the mattress makes a weird noise at that. It’s a dormitory mattress, after all and it can barely handle two people. 

Or you in his lap, he guesses. 

Dear God. 

Seonghwa sighs like a mother tired of her children’s shenanigans and even though it’s hard to see with three bodies on top of him, Yeosang sees him with his arms closed at the edge of the bed “Guys, could you all just… Get off Yeosang for a second?”

“Yeah, he needs to explain himself!” Wooyoung is the first one off of him and he feels like can breathe better. 

“There’s no explaining to do, you sound like Gyuri.” 

“I beg,” Wooyoung pauses dramatically, for effect and everyone in the room groans, “you pardon?” 

“No, sit the fuck down.” 

“Okay,” Yeosang says now that he’s free and he stares at his friends, at San first. “We are just friends and it’s not what it looks like.” 

“So you weren’t about to kiss her?” 

He short circuits at that “Well—” 

“You were?” 

“Guys,” Seonghwa interrupts once more, “let him talk.”

He feels like it’s the first time in forever since he’s been able to speak about anything with his friends. His heart feels at home and yet his nerves spike, his head hurts a little too and it might be the endless hours of editing catching up to him or the thought of you leaving that makes it hurt. Either way, he needs to tell them.

“I was about to kiss her and it wouldn’t have been a mistake because we didn’t want to, because we both like each other,” he explains, “so we do want to but it would've been a mistake because she’s leaving.” 

“What?” 

“You didn’t tell me that,” Yunho lets out softly and Yeosang shrugs. He’s the one that knows the most about you since he’s the one Yeosang has been able to speak with the most these past few months. 

“That party she was talking about,” he doesn’t really answer Yunho but addresses everyone in the room, “I need help organizing it. It should be a viewing party and a farewell party as well. She got accepted into the Royal Ballet.” 

“Huh?!” 

Now everyone turns to Yunho at the sound he lets out and he’s covering his mouth and then shrugs as well, a little ashamed of himself. 

“I’m not a ballet guy but I know what that is. They were on tour here last year… And I went.” 

“Are they good?” San asks and Yunho nods frantically as an answer. “So that means she’s good as well.” 

“She is,” Yeosang feels himself deflating, falling into the mattress with a longing sigh. “She lied to you, she’s actually in most of my documentary.” 

“I think you forget I’ve seen you editing it before, Yeo.” Yunho laughs.

“Mhm.”

He looks at his friends and both Seonghwa and San look like they want to press him to speak about his feelings but they’re biting their tongue, Yunho’s leg goes up and down and he looks like he's about to apologize for something dumb but no one talks. Yeosang doesn’t want to talk about it, either. 

So Wooyoung comes to the rescue. 

“A farewell party, now that’s something I can help with!” 

San laughs “And a viewing party, don’t forget about the viewing part.” 

“The documentary first and then everyone is getting drunk and silly, okay?” He points at Yeosang and he nods, reluctantly because he knows what that means. 

“I think I actually have a place for it,” Yunho swallows tightly and Yeosang scrunches his eyebrows in worry. “I mean, I was going to tell you all when we were together but, uhm, I think I’m starting my own dance studio. I received a… fat check this month.” 

“Are you sure that’s not the money your father is giving you to try and get you in his company long term?”

“Whatever!” Yeosang laughs and San gets up and puts a mouth over Wooyoung’s mouth for the second time in the last thirty minutes. Seonghwa rolls his eyes. “I got a place and it has a second floor I’m planning to make into a setup for video games and whatnot. I already ordered the projector, it’s what I’m trying to say,” he shrugs and looks at Yeosang again. “We can have it there, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he agrees softly. 

And as San lets go of Wooyoung and Seonghwa sits next to him to give him a hug (because he knows that’s better than any words right now), Yeosang can’t help but wonder if now that the party is happening and him and your friends are saying goodbye to you for good, it’s finally time to let go of his feelings for you.

But then, as he watches Yunho sit down in his bed, in the same space where he had you on his lap and with his lips close to yours, the voice in his head that’s been nagging him about the whole thing all these months returns. 

And it laughs at him.

It laughs at his wishful thinking and then it reminds him that there’s no letting go of his feelings for you. Those are there to stay, for a good while, as long as you stay the same person and as long as your smile brings him peace. As long as your happiness brings him his, as long as the rhythm of your feet mark the rhythm of his heartbeats, he’s yours. 

He 's yours. 

Do you want him to be yours?

If you read all the way down here: THANK YOU SO MUCH. Any feedback would be greatly appreciated. part 2 will be out..... someday in the next few weeks (I promise I'm working on it!)

© jensthwa, 2025.

[astroyongie]

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦ Kpop Tea Part 2. ꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

Note: there's the list of some teas to celebrate my come back <3 This second part is only concerning male idols! WARNINGS: All names are censured. Requests with emojis asking for names won't be answered. Some tea can be sensitive. One X per member per group. Take it lightly EVERYTHING DONW THROUGH TAROT ! Ps: Ta*** is not included in nct 127 nor will be mentioned in my nct posts again.

NCT 127

X has a lot of regrets on what is currently happening with the group and what happened with * . this message here leaves to believe he knew what was happening but never truly addressed the issue

X's also doesn't has any consentment responsibility

X's is actually happy that * left the group and he feels quite more free with that decisions but he believes that the fault is at the company too for giving some members too much freedom

X is currently dealing with some heavy addiction

X has received a proposal from another company to join after the end of the contract with SM

X's is hella happy that * left the group

X is super angry, so much that it is affecting him into another level. this because he didn't know about the whole scandal and when he learnt of it, it made him feel a lot of anger toward *

X is investing a lot on other things than the entertainment as he isn't planing to do stay around in SM for long years

NCT Dream

X knows a lot more of what happens in the company than what he lets to see. he probably has the most dirt on the other members

X is not happy in his relationship but he doesn't want to leave them because it would mean to beak down years of happiness. breaking this off would also mean a lot of issues

expect X to go through a physical transformation

X has what we call an artificial heart. he is incapable of feeling love for people that isn't tangled in desire or lust

X has been working so much on himself, trying so much to see himself, he sacrifices so much to be able to provide better life for himself, his members but also trainees

WayV

X is in a relationship but that doesn't stop him from cheating with people inside the company

X is under the influence of someone extremely negative for himself and his own heath, but he is too blind on this

X's intimate relationships could become an issue if they were exposed to the public

X has sometimes outbursts of physical violence toward others

X is super jealous of his other members and he will sometimes try to 'steal' what they have for himself

X is smart and he isn't afraid of competition or of people in the company.

Stray Kids

X is broken, all of his fragmented self is one constituting only one, the issue is that instead of fixing what's broken, he has picked up the fragments and tried to do something about it but it as made him more vulnerable

X's mental health keeps being my greatest worry. I am scared for him

X's truly needs to be careful with who he sleeps with unless he wants to have surprised and he also should go forward with his solo project

x has plain conscience that he is in a complicated situation with his love life and his career at the moment

X's energy is currently filled with jealousy, affective dependence and obsession that he has over his current partner. but x has also been having some self destructive behaviors

X has been too prideful which made him burn his fingers with this person. his goal wont work out

X believes that he was born to suffer which is the reason why he always accept the stupidities of the company, like he accepts the mistreatment and believes for it to be necessary

X is in a relationship, his affectionate and intimate life is all right but also this includes his family. he is truly happy

Monsta X

X has been calling for help via media and yet no one has noticed it

X regrets being an idol, as he believes that he wasn't born to be who he is. he regrets to have lost so much of his childhood to this

X could literally ruin everyone's career in the industry if he dared to open his mouth

X is preservating something that could potentially be problematic

X has been manipulating and cheating on his partner. he has turned his relationship into a toxic gaslighting one and he has Toal control over his partner

X is so blind to his own pain that he doesnt notice that he is hurting the people around him

TXT

X has big self esteem and self image issues which often result into body dysphoria and potentially into eating habits that arent healthy

X was able to adapt to the new situation that has been happening to him and the group

X is currently celebrating a win that he has been fighting for a long time

X isn't known to smell very well in amount the idols

X is alone in the world as a sense where he knows doesnt have close or true friends as one can understand it

Seventeen

X is the one who has the most financial gain surprisingly

X has been trying to get closer to his family and also putting boundaries between his idol life and his private life. he hates when fans ask about his private life

X is capable to see some type of ghosts or veils to a certain point

X has been feeling very vulnerable lately, mostly because he has allowed some people to see him In all his glory and naked self, without covers, revealing some of his insecurities

X's pride will be his downfall

X is full of positive energy and he is also preparing some time of solo project. he has been thinking about having a child

X is totally and unhealthy obsessed with his partner

X is going through some type of grief

X has sacrificed a lot on his life, love and family for this career and he hates that he isnt appreciated enough for it

X is taking a new step into his life. this man just wants to marry and be done with this

X was able to come to terms with his own demons, with his own griefs and issues as he is now focusing on himself and his health

everything you know about x, all the interviews, all the videos, all the content. that is 100 percent his idol self. his true self is nothing like that

X is currently in love and loving his true big passion

BTS

no matter what X will do with his career, there's victory for him and he knows it

X next solo will be a success

X's dreams are too big to be achievable even for him. it seems like producers arent keen to do what he wants

X is goign through a lot of introspection as he believes that his life needs to improve

X has been working in a project that will equal bring a lot of success and stability for himself

X is totally focused on his career right now, as nothing else matters

it doesn't matter how much X was broken in the past by the one person who turned him the way he is. he wont heal himself, he refuse to cry for the her

EXO

X loves his job, he really does, but he truly wants to end his contract so he can marry his partner and have his life

X is not living in the present and that is his biggest mistake

X doesnt want official relationships, he wants to mess around, to lie passionate things instead of a official relationship that because he believes love is superficial

X has been dealign a lot with his mental health and his sensibility can be seen and felt through his interactions

this X is nothing but lies whenever he opens his mouth to talk about something. his whole success is based on lies

X is going to go through grief, either from a family member, friend or a relationship (this doesnt mean necessarily physical death)

X is helped by shamans

X has been trying to heal from the abuse, the submission and the abandonment he has lived these past years. although he is trying to heal form all of it

X doesn't remember himself, he doesnt remember who he was before the fame and that kinda of fucks up his mentality and his mental health

Ateez

X has been struggling a lot with his mental health and you may notice how he has lost his 'color'

new opportunity coming for X

X is doign well after a very rough period on his life. he is glowing

X's latests communications in his social/interviews/media has been the realest he has been so far

X is currently going for revenge after someone has broken his heart in a way he never thought being possible

X and pregnancy scare

X has been forgiven by someone he has hurt pronfundly

X believes that he needs to atone for some of his behaviors he had in the past that could bring him issues

The Boyz

X has hope that everything he has done will be put under a rag

X is clear, probably one of the only male idols who has never done anything bad in his life

X is faithful to his relationship and has not cheated once

X is balanced and in good health at the moment

X should be using protection If he doesnt want to have a baby scare

X has been missing his family quite a lot, and it pains him that his schedule doesnt give him the freedom to be home

The company is protecting X from some info to go out in the public which could cause a big scandal

X is waiting for his contract to end so he can leave the company

X is often mistaken by someone evil but he is actually super compassionate with people

X's sexual energy is very heavy and he needs to be careful on who he gets involved with to avoid issues

X is still searching for his life meaning and for a love that could fullfy him

Enhypen

X is still in a relationship and he doesnt care of what people say since he is truly in love with them

I don't understand how X can be so pacifist and calm among so many thorns. this man could ruin a few lives

X has been equally protected of scandals by his company

somethign bad happened between x and a higher up that I cannot speak of

X has an important travel to do that will give him some media attention

X solo opportunity

ZeroBaseOne

X has good intuition which is the reason he seems like someone collected on the outside

X is single and completely free to do whatever he wants and he also doesnt care anyone of what the public says about him

the depths of X energy are quite heavy to look at

X is clever enough to avoid troubles even when he does them

X is equally enjoying his life by flinging with whoever he feels like

X has been being more careful compared to his teammates when it comes to do things that could be complicated to deal with in the public

X's mental health has improved greatly

expect X to change something about his visual !

X is currently dealing with a broken heart from his last relationship that terminated

Riize

X's is changing his whole self and probably changing a few things on his idol persona

solo opportunity or project for X

X's energy has been very active, I just hope he knows what he is doing

X might get violent sometimes when he feels overwhelmed

X realize that he hates being an idol but now he cant do anything about it

X's is physically and mentally the most stable in this group

it might not seem like it but X has so much power over his members because he knows things

[lost-inthedream]

Monsta X reaction to you asking to touch their D...

during a make-out session when you haven't had sex yet.

+ Wonho

genre: smut

warning: bad language.

Pairing: MX and female reader

Shownu:

Those make out sessions have been turning into devil's behavior lately, Shownu could anticipate you feeling his member sooner or later. Your lips felt so right and there were those tiny moans you let out from time to time. Screw it, he couldn't care less about his cock being so obvious to you. The thing was you couldn't ignore it so, in the middle of the kiss, you asked to hold it. He pulled back, a string of saliva stretched between you. "Sorry, what did you sa-?"

"I wanna- I would like to grab it"

He eyed himself down, stuttered an "okay, fine" then waited until you could actully move your hand towards his clothed sex.

Minhyuk:

Unlikely Shownu, Minhyuk was fully aware that you could feel his dick hardening against your front. In the back of his head, he was almost sure that you liked it, he pressed it more because he needed a clear reaction from you. But also because that felt good as hell. Yet you surprised him with your request.

"Oh, I thought you wouldn't like to touch it" he replied.

"Minhyuk I've been feeling it for the last 30 minutes"

He jerked your hand right on top of his bulge and contemplated your fist slowly mold around his thickness.

Kihyun:

He often believes he does a good work controlling his dick. He's not the type of guy who gets hard easily but you've been making it more difficult with each passing date. You sat on him and he loose it, his hard on pocked you from under and he forgot to breath while kissing. You asked if he was feeling well and he stuttered to say he was so damn fine because you're sitting on his lap like a princess.

"I know you like it..." you admit "your body is telling me something and I'm curious to feel more of you"

You look down, your eyes stop on the side of your thigh, where his dick is prodding you, pushing against his pants.

"Baby, you can do whatever you want with my body"

Hyungwon:

You were not supposed to be making out at that time because your friends were waiting for you in the bar. You were so late, but you were having a bad hair day right in front of your boyfriend. He hugged you from behind, trying to convince you were gorgeous. He leisurely sucked on your neck then whispered in your ear that he was so attracted to you and that was what mattered.

You was ready to disagree but you felt his dick hardening on your butt. He was so into you, even when you just existed.

"I can feel your dick"

"That was not my intention, beautiful"

"Let me hold it, since I caused it"

He just nodded and smiled.

Jooheon:

Some days ago, he admited he had a hard time making out with you because of his hard on. He looked so embarassed and adorable somehow. He was concerned that would make you uneasy or something. You noticed him trying not to grind on you so you couldn't feel his stiff member. His action made you more curious about it. You pulled him closer, making him adhere to your front.

"Jooheon, let me feel you more" your voice sounded whiny in a way he had never heard before. It was clear that you wanted his cock.

So he let it press against you. His chin dropped when you slid your hand between you all to palm it through his pants. "Oh my God, y/n, you're gonna drive me crazy"

Changkyun:

This guy is very touchy, Changkyun goes a bit wilder every time you meet. Tonight he lifted your leg and held your butt as if it was his propriety. The way he grabbed you got your bodies impossibly closed. The kiss was perfection but you suddenly feels a different element poking you. You got the reminder that he had a dick after all and apparentely, it got excited about what you were doing.

"Fuck, babe. Let me touch you too" you gasped.

I.M tilted his head to the side, your hands still grabbed him by the butt and back. What could you be talking about? Then he realized it.

"No need to ask, baby doll"

Wonho:

Going to the gym was part of his routine but you asked to meet him before his exercises. That would be quick, you only needed to see his beautiful face. Though you end up devouring each other's lips while he wore the smallest shorts ever. He couldn't show up dressing like that and expect you to stay normal. Training wasn't important anymore, since he's got his sweet babe moaning in his arms.

He stopped for a while just to see you, because you smiled so good between kisses. Your gaze dropped directly to his bottom and his bulge faced you back.

"Love, is that your...?" You couldn't even say it " can I hold it?"

His eyes blinked smootly and he immediatly guided your hands there, motioning you to close your fist around it.

[svt-kiki]

( ⌨️ ) 𝐊𝐈𝐊𝐈’𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐎𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒 ! ⌅ .

MAJOR MOMENTS

❪ one ❫　────　YEAR OF 2018 was the beginning of the rollercoaster she never had been before. kiki appeared in produce 48 as the dance trainer this year, and this set the fire for both wide public popularity and the price of fame. at the beginning, she faced with nonchalant backlashes from fans of miyawaki sakura because it looked like she was the only one who opposed to put her into A class.

　however, during the program she gained a lot of positive attention from audience due to professional yet soft and kind behavior towards the trainee. she quietly addressed the mistakes and the points they should modify, gave a thoughtful advice but never raised the voice pointlessly. she carefully curated her attitudes and reactions entire time of filming to avoid causing any evil editing. viewers pointed out the amount of time she was on the screen behind the main object of the scenes, often got caught giving advices and training girls more than any trainers, despite the busy schedules as an idol.

❪ two ❫　────　at the end of the year, she hosted mama 2018 in japan thanks to the reputation through the program. however, at the end of the award show while all of the idols roaming around the stage and greeting with the audience, her high heels broke and kiki needed to get to the backstage for the extra shoes. she took off both of high heels and tried to reach the stairs which was like miles away before wonho noticed her incident and offered her a ride ‘til there. seventeen and monsta x were always super close, so she declined his suggestion in a friendly way, but wonho lifted her up anyway, since he cared about their little sister so much, and she could got hurt in those bare feet. the audience in the venue thought as just “iconic” moment in those award shows at that time. although most monbebe hadn’t any problem with it and the way monsta x boys cherish kiki was certainly famous among the fandom, some of kpop stans brought up the opinion on the table as she’s being “unprofessional” in the award shows.

❪ three ❫　────　YEAR OF 2019 was the most tough ride among the trails of her career. in march, kiki faced the false bullying accusation from the former pledis trainee. it was quite shocking and back stabbed moment for her, because at that point the ex-trainee, SONG NARI had been working as a back-up dancer for the group about a year. kiki was puzzled, hurt, sad and disappointed all at the same time.

❪ four ❫　────　however, this false accusation was shut down no longer after, due to several former trainees of pledis, just like SONG NARI herself stood up to clear her name, including LEE GAEUN, SAMUEL, LIM NAYOUNG, KYULKYUNG and JANG DOYOON. also pledis announced the statement to deny the rumour completely right after, so this commotion just proved kiki is innocent and she was loved by all people around her — when you took a glimpse from the outside.

❪ five ❫　────　it looked like she’s all fine, stunning in her own beauty. MAMA 2019 IN JAPAN was the turning point that laid the foundation for her later reputation as the it girl. kiki’s visual at the night was no joke, red lips and white & black gown highlighted her natural beauty and showcased jaw dropping allure. the whole venue screamed just as she was projected on the display. after the night, she was recognized as THAT GIRL in mama, marked as the most iconic moment at night.

❪ six ❫　────　of course, the optimistic view only lasted until she announced her first official hiatus from group activity in feburary, YEAR OF 2020. according to the statement issued by pledis, “kiki has recently been undergoing a detailed examination and diagnosis of her health, due to symptoms of distress. after the discussion, all of the seventeen members, including kiki herself, agreed that it would be best for her to take the time to rest and concentrate on the recovery of her psychological well-being.” eventually, she came back after almost a month with her first japanese academy award winning and the announcement her appearance in the upcoming kdrama, “it’s okay to not be okay,” as the lead actress.

❪ seven ❫　────　unfortunately, netizens hadn’t known how to leave her alone. on april, shortly after her resumption from hiatus, they brought the topic on the table which was her demeanor in the newly published youtube video of her, joshua, hoshi and dino’s bangkok trip in 2019. anonymous commented it’s weird and wild how she’s close with male members in the pool, especially they were just wearing the swimsuits and all three boys revealing their upper body. someone was dare to speak up about the “lovestagram-trap” photos kiki and joshua took for fun, that looked like the lovey dovey pictures of the couples in social media. some of the netizens showcased unpleasant of how “sl!ut” she is, repeating the same old story. however, the thing started slowly changing this time. if it was few years ago, couldn’t really say such opinions were rare. but throughout her career as seventeen, how sincere and thoughtful person she is, her hardworking, finally starts blooming. tons of netizens, not only carats, rage about how it is misogynistic and dumb opinion. they pointed out the basic facts such as they’re in the same group, spent several years under the one roof, still living together as a family. the people who has a common sense and brain cells to think things straightly has her back this time, and kiki also senses the shifting as well.

❪ eight ❫　────　in the regard of her first drama appearance, kiki made an interesting announcement during the individual live streaming — perhaps, controversial. she said, “there’s some scenes may implies the smoking in the drama i’m shooting right now. it won’t portray the exact moment of inhaling from cigarettes or anything, mostly just holding a lighted one due to avoid the higher ratings for the show. but i thought it would be better if i know how to smoke at least, because if i had no idea, it would look like a fake, you know. there could be a lack of reality. so i thought it would be more nice to let you know beforehand i start smoking practice.” she continued as “i’m aware that cigarettes not always has a good public image, and quite difficult to quit once it became your habit. although i have never interested for smoking, and still is, because it is certainty not good for your health, i discussed with people around me and maybe i can try and see what i can learn from it. i have no intention to be a smoker, but i don’t know about the future... i will try to not to though,” and indicates that she will understand if carats didn’t like this at all, also she could do without making public about this at first place, but someday the picture of something that shows her smoking could appear online and carats would be shocked and surprised more in that way, so wanted to let people know first the actual intention. kiki also added that cigarettes are unhealthy luxury items, so please don’t think it’s cool or anything just because she tries to learn how to.

　most carats showed understanding what she said because of the trusted relationship she built with her fans throughout the career, known as one of the most well behaved, thoughtful and attentive person. they can see why she’s doing this. however, subsequently, it became to be considerd as her only scandal or controversial case in her career. some of netizens get in a stew over with it, as “did she quit the idol? no? if not, she shouldn’t acting like the actress.” or “she is ruining the group’s image! someone just kick out her from seventeen already,” while other people, including carats defend her that it’s different than the photo of her smoking in the banned place was leaked or something, most of actors know how to smoke for the sake of the job, so as her, nothing dramatic, and these people are trying to make drama to drag down her reputation.

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[xomakara]

Hearts Unfolded: XOMAKARA'S 1K EVENT

[EVENT CLOSED]

First, I want to say and express my thanks to each and every person who has followed me since I started this blog back in 2023. It’s been a slow climb but I’m thankful for everyone that has followed me for my works and/or random gif reblogs haha. When I first started on this writing journey on tumblr, I never imagined meeting such great friends and fellow creatives. I’m so happy to have met these wonderful friends that get the brain and ideas churning, playfully scream at me to work on a random idea that pops into my head and be able to spazz on just about everything. Thank you (to name a few) @lovetaroandtaemin, @heechwe, @unholywriters, @kwanisms, @aeristudios, @wooahaeproductions, @pars-ley, @rems-writing, @acupoftaewithsomesuga, @itsnotmydejavu and many others that helped cheer me on and supported me on this writing journey. Thank you all (vocal readers and silent ones) and I hope you all continue on this journey with me as I grow as a writer and create new stories.

Rules: (thank you @wooahaeproductions for the idea)

You can request an idol from the groups that I mainly write for (ATZ, NCT, SVT or someone from Beast/Highlight, Nuest, Monsta X, and BTOB if you want) and one of the prompts below. The word count for these fics will be 2K or under as I'm trying not to make these too long since I have other long wips.

I will take one request for each prompt so please make sure to check the list. If it’s crossed-out, someone has already chosen it. If I get any duplicates, I will ask you to choose something else.

I will write SFW and/or NSFW but please take note that I will not write NSFW for NCT’s Chenle, Jisung and NCT Wish (since I do not write for them at all). Please note that I do not write anything that will contain: works with minors, incest, pedophilia, any forms of graphic sexual assault, graphic abuse, glorifying violence, animal abuse, glamorizing saesang behavior, eating disorders, mental illnesses.

If you are a minor or have an ageless blog, please DO NOT INTERACT.

This event will be open for a week (4/29/25 to 5/6/25) to fill up slots. Once slots are filled or when the deadline is reached, this event will be closed. Not sure if I can write 52 prompts but it’ll be a nice challenge if it's all filled up!

I do not have a posting schedule, so these will be posted as I finish them but I promise that it will not take months for me to write/post (unlike my usual wips lol). I do have an adult life filled with work and other responsibilities outside of tumblr (as I'm sure you all do).

event masterlist here → HU: Masterlist

Prompts are listed below (credit to writewithharte):

Rekindled Flames: Two high school sweethearts reunite at a mutual friend’s wedding after years apart. [atz san, lexi]

Love Letter Mystery: Someone keeps leaving anonymous love letters in a librarian’s return books.

Second Chance at Love: After a bitter divorce, a single parent finds love again with an old college friend.

Forbidden Romance: Two people from rival families fall deeply in love. [atz wooyoung, queenie]

Love Across Time: A modern-day character falls in love with someone from the past through an old diary.

Celebrity Crush: An ordinary person’s celebrity crush becomes reality when they accidentally meet. [nct jaehyun, markhyuckiesblog]

Love in the Workplace: Office rivals slowly realize they have feelings for each other. [atz wooyoung, ley]

Cupids in Training: Two beginner cupids are assigned to make a mismatched pair fall in love.

The Accidental Text: A wrong number text leads to an unexpected romance.

The Bucket List Romance: Two strangers meet while completing their respective bucket lists.

Virtual Love: Two gamers fall in love through an online game, unaware they are rivals in real life. [atz wooyoung, aeris]

Fairytale Retelling: A modern twist on a classic fairytale romance.

Historical Romance: Love blossoms between a noble and a commoner in a historical setting. [atz seonghwa, megan]

Unexpected Roommates: Two strangers are forced to live together due to a housing mix-up.

The Pact: Two friends agree to marry each other if they are still single by a certain age.

Road Trip Romance: A long road trip leads to unexpected love.

Love Potion Mishap: A love potion goes awry, causing unexpected feelings.

Dance Partners: Rival dancers are forced to partner and find they have chemistry.

Love and Magic: A romance in a world where magic is real.

The Makeover Bet: A bet leads to a makeover and unexpected feelings.

Secret Admirer: Someone starts receiving gifts and notes from a secret admirer.

Holiday Romance: A romance blooms during a festive holiday season.

Matchmaker’s Mistake: A matchmaker accidentally sets themselves up with a client.

The Wedding Planner: A wedding planner falls in love with the groom/bride-to-be.

Love at First Sight: Two people experience love at first sight and navigate its challenges.

The Time Traveler’s Love: A time traveler falls in love with someone from a different era. [nct doyoung, maren]

Survival Love: Stranded together, two people fall in love while surviving in the wilderness.

Best Friends to Lovers: Two best friends realize they have deeper feelings for each other.

Love Undercover: Undercover agents fall in love during a mission.

The Bookstore Romance: Two book enthusiasts fall in love in a quaint bookstore.

The Proposal Bet: A bet to get a stranger to accept a fake marriage proposal turns into real love.

Love on Set: Actors fall in love while filming a romantic movie.

The Forgotten Ex: An amnesiac rediscovers love with their ex.

Healing Hearts: Two broken hearts find solace and love in each other.

The Royal Romance: A commoner and a royal fall in love, challenging royal traditions. [atz mingi, izzy]

Blind Date with a Twist: A blind date set up by friends leads to unexpected results.

Love at a Coffee Shop: Regulars at a coffee shop find themselves drawn to each other.

Art of Love: Artists find love while collaborating on a masterpiece.

Love and War: In times of war, two enemies fall in love. [svt seungcheol, rose]

Arranged Marriage Turned True Love: An arranged marriage leads to genuine love and affection.

Love in the Countryside: City dweller falls in love with a countryside local.

A Second Glance: Overlooked love becomes apparent upon a second chance.

Time Loop Love: Stuck in a time loop, someone falls in love with the same person repeatedly.

Love in the Stars: An astrologer finds love that defies their astrological predictions.

The Heirloom Ring: A lost heirloom ring brings two people together.

The Guardian Angel: A guardian angel falls in love with their human charge.

The Chef’s Special: A chef falls in love with a food critic.

Fate’s Design: Two people keep running into each other, seemingly by fate.

Love in the Rain: A chance encounter in the rain leads to a lasting romance. [nct johnny, dawn]

The Musician’s Muse: A musician writes a hit song for an unknown muse. [atz mingi, rem]

Island Getaway Romance: A vacation romance that turns serious.

The Last Letter: Discovering a last letter from a deceased loved one leads to new love. [atz jongho, aren]

Looking forward to seeing what idol/prompts you guys ask for!  Thank you once more and here’s to another milestone! 💚🩵🩷

[catch-me-hello]

No Mercy: Episode 9: Hot and Cold Rematch in the Coliseum

I am so psyched for this. We have both teams onstage in the K-pop Coliseum, in front of 300 screaming, adoring fans, ready to do battle. We are just two episodes away from seeing Monsta X emerge victorious. Let’s gooooo!

But first, let’s come to a screeching halt and do a flashback, because no one hates forward momentum more than No Mercy. We’re back in the waiting area right before the mission begins. The red team is getting ready, and Kihyun takes out a small tin and says, “It’s time to bust out the magic powder.” They all swallow some, and I.M almost chokes on it. I’ve spent several minutes Googling and can’t figure out what this stuff is. I found powders on Amazon that vocalists use, but you’re supposed to mix them with water. We’re less than two minutes into this episode, and I’m already down an internet rabbit hole, and the red team has almost killed I.M.

We then flash back even further, because why the hell not, it’s not like we have an exciting music battle to get to. We’re back to the week before, when everyone is working on their songs, and Jooheon and I.M are bonding. Jooheon is now like a mentor, pep-talking I.M and giving high-fives. My monbebe heart is happy.

We then cut to Wonho working out. He tells us he wants to work out because he’s thinking about taking his shirt off onstage. Okay, it’s just … maybe work on your singing instead? Last week, Mad Clown said your singing sucked and threatened to eliminate you before the show. How do you say “priorities” in Korean?

Wait, now he’s saying Mad Clown is the one who suggested he take his shirt off and throw it to the audience. Mad Clown said that? Was he maybe being sarcastic? We are now less than five minutes into this episode, and I’m thinking Mad Clown is trying to sabotage the mission.

We watch more footage of Wonho doing sit-ups and lifting weights because this is WAY more exciting than watching a music battle.

Now we’re at final rehearsals. I.M looks completely at ease and part of the team now. Both teams look and sound great. Can we see them on stage now please?

FINALLY we are back in the Coliseum. K.will introduces Giriboy’s team, the red team, whatever you want to call them LET’S JUST GET THIS THING STARTED ALREADY.

As the red team gets ready, we hear for the very first time I.M saying, “I am what I am,” and now my little monbebe heart just explodes. I am so happy. The team has a real band behind them, so this is going to kick ass. (Just a heads-up: While the famous K-pop celebrity mentors are a part of this, I’ll just be focusing on our trainees.)

I.M opens with the line, “I fell out of nowhere,” which is a good way of describing how he first appeared on this show, and then we’re off and running.

I wish I knew enough about music to describe why I love this performance so much. I love the back and forth between the smooth vocals and the punching-the-air raps. I love how they move out into the audience, bringing the energy with them. It’s so exciting to watch. They have really jelled as a group. I wish I had been in the audience for this. The crowd is having so much fun. We also hear Kihyun layer that gorgeous voice over the rapping chorus, something that will be his trademark in Monsta X.

Oh, and Wonho whips off his shirt at the end and throws it to a deliriously happy fan. Yay. The red team then introduces themselves to the adoring crowd, and when they get to I.M, he gets an especially loud cheer from them (and from Jooheon, who cheers with them).

Speaking of Jooheon, he gives his first show of aegyo (cute baby behavior). He will become so well known for this in Monsta X, he will eventually decide, wisely, to retire it.

Time for the white team! But first OH COME ON, SERIOUSLY we’re doing another flashback to rehearsals. I want to kick this show in the nuts.

All right, let’s speed through this. Our trainees watch music videos by Junggigo and Vasco to pick up dance moves and tell us in confessionals how much they look up to those guys and then they rehearse their performance and the mentors don’t like it and tell us they suck and then they practice more and they’re still not 100% confident there we’re caught up now back to the show.

The white team is getting ready backstage. Minhyuk’s hair is at DEFCON Fabulous. Hyungwon still looks stunning. They’re ready to go.

They take the stage while the red team moves up to the balcony to watch. A group of fans gather on the floor under the balcony to scream and wave. Jooheon says he’s never had fans do this and never even thought he’d have fans. Oh, sweetie.

So the white team is onstage with a weird set design of mannequins, boxes, and appliances, all painted white. They put on white masks. They have a deejay instead of a band.

Hyungwon sings first, and he looks like a god. His voice is smooth and seductive. Any jitters he showed during rehearsals and in the recording booth are long gone. Minhyuk picks up the next verse, but he’s a bit hard to hear over the siren noises and other sounds the deejay is making.

The dancing is okay. The sound is a bit annoying. Just about a minute in, I realize I’m having the same problem with this that I had with the Mission Three dance competition. The prison break was red and hot and high energy. The science fiction was cold and low energy. That’s exactly what’s happening here. White has the potential to be white hot, but they’re using cold, sterile props and a deejay instead of a band.

Halfway through the performance, they take white baseball bats and take halfhearted swings at the manniquins, knocking some of them over. Their performance picks up a bit more energy after that, and the crowd does seem to like it. When it ends, the crowd is still enthusiastic, and the red team is impressed enough to look nervous. But I was right about the dance competition, and I think I’m right about this one too. Even without Wonho’s abs, the red team has the white team beat.

The audience casts their votes by putting their wristbands in either a white or red box. The teams wait in the dressing room, looking like they’re awaiting the results of a biopsy. These poor guys. And one of them will be eliminated tonight.

K.will takes the stage and asks both teams to join him. There’s some good-natured trash talking between between the teams through gritted teeth because they are ANXIOUS AS HELL, and then it’s time to announce the winner. And, wow. The vote was close. The winner, by only eleven votes, is the red team. Wonho, I.M, Kihyun, Jooheon, and Seokwon. I was right about the winning team but wrong about it being a landslide decision.

So on the white team, either #GUN or Yoonho will be cut. I know we will have to lose both in the end, but Yoonho was the first one to show kindness to I.M when he arrived, so I don’t want him to go just yet.

K.will announces the one who will be eliminated is … a fakeout. He takes a long pause, then says that the eliminated trainee will be announced when the show airs. The audience laughs at how they fell for it. If that had been an American audience, they would have rushed the stage and beaten him senseless with their light sticks.

The audience then leaves. The mentor artists are the judges, sitting up in the balcony and deliberating while the trainees sweat it out onstage. Finally, K.will announces the eliminated trainee will be … Yoonho.

Okay, this one stings. This is his seventh year of training, and he’s shot down again. I knew he would have to go eventually, but it’s still hard to watch.

Yoonho handles it so well. He’s probably had so many disappointments over the past few years, he’s used to it. No tears. Just gratitude for the opportunity to work with such great people. He’s the only one on the stage not crying.

In a confessional, he’s asked if he will continue to train. He says, “Of course, how could I not? I devoted my teen years to training. How would I quit now?”

The remaining trainees need a break after that. We cut to a day or two later, at an amusement park. It’s good to see them having fun like big kids, eating junk food, dancing, and enjoying a parade. They go on a scary-looking ride that looks like a tilt-a-whirl on a roller coaster track, which means they probably should have filled up on funnel cakes and ice cream AFTER the rides.

They also ride the bumper cars, and all I can think is that I desperately wish the Pavillion in Myrtle Beach hadn’t been torn down. It’s a childhood memory thing. I’ll be okay. I’ll just live vicariously through this footage for a while.

They also get recognized as No Mercy contestants and take many selfies with fans. Everything looks fun and sunny and fine, which means the Jaws theme should be playing right about now. Seokwon says it first: “I know No Mercy doesn’t just let us have fun.” I agree. The other shoe must be about to drop. The trainees are dangerously close to feeling contented and at peace with the world.

The other trainees are getting paranoid as well. I have the biggest laugh of the entire series when two park employees in mascot costumes approach to get pictures with them, and our boys accuse the mascots of being K.will and Hyolyn in disguise. We know neither one is Ga In, because Jooheon isn’t getting dragged away into a Foto Fun booth.

But something is up. Just before they take the picture, the mascots hold up a banner behind them that says FINAL MISSION in big red letters. The instructions on the banner are as follows:

Leave your number tags behind. (See, I told you no one cared.)

Get ready for the final mission.

Seven trainees will be able to debut.

That means (and it slowly dawns on the trainees) that two more will be cut.

Back to the confessionals. Everyone is anxious again. An interviewer asks Shownu why it’s so important that he debut now. He says, “This is going to sound sad, but I’m pretty old. If I get eliminated, I don’t have any more chances.” He’s 22 or 23 by now, and after everything he’s been through, he probably feels way older than he actually is. I’m guessing the issue of military service is also a factor. When you know that you are going to be sacrificing eighteen months of your life and won’t be able to spend that time chasing your dream, time really is breathing down your neck.

Jooheon is asked the same question, and he fights back tears when he says he’s doing this for his mom. He wants to take care of her.

Now for Wonho. Same question. Right away, I’m thinking of all kinds of snarky answers, like he wants to be rich and famous so that his abs can have their own seat on the private jet. But the real answer punches me right in the gut. His mom spent too much money on him while he was in the trainee system, and he wants nothing more than to pay her back. His mom had called him several times, crying, telling him not to come home, but of course he did, and he found that their furniture was being repossessed because his family had gone bankrupt.

Wonho begins to cry and says, “I feel so frustrated and upset that I can’t debut any faster. I realized my mom keeps sitting in front of the fridge because the house is so small, she has nowhere else to sit. That’s where she sits all day, in front of the fridge. I don’t know, I just have to debut.”

Thank Christ he’s going to make it to the end. I want nothing more in the world than to get this recap written and watch the final episode so I can see him make it to the end.

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𝗘𝗡𝗚:

when it comes to writing, i’m a very open minded person and i tend to write almost everything, but, there are some things i refuse to write about, so i might turn down requests that don’t respect these rules or have some theme that makes me uncomfortable!

i write about seventeen only (studying the possibility to write about monsta x, wonho and ateez in the future)

i refuse to write about rape/non-con, vore, scat, sexual content with minor idols, eating disorders, abuse and pegging (fem!reader doing it in a male idol)

i write yandere content, but i’m not endorsing or promoting this behavior in real life

if i tend to write about themes like depression, anxiety, gore, blood or whatever that can be triggering, it’ll aways be on the CONTENTS section in the post, and it’ll be also tagged as tw!

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you can request any of the following when requests are open: 

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genre: please, specify the gender of the fic you’d like to, it can be any genre!

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eu sou uma pessoa muito mente aberta quando se trata de escrita e tendo a escrever de quase tudo, mas tenho alguns limites e peço que sejam respeitados

eu escrevo sobre seventeen apenas (estudando a possibilidade de escrever sobre o monsta x, o wonho e o ateez no futuro)

eu não aceito temas como estupro/non-con, vore, scat, conteúdo sexual (ou alusão) com menores de idade, distúrbios alimentares, abuso e pegging

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disclaimer: this is purely for funsies, to fuel a bit of delulu and to be a little feral. don’t take this blog or me too seriously bc it’s truly not that deep. don’t like that i write this shit for/about these men? don’t read.

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18+ minors do not interact at all (i reserve my right to block whoever i please :) !!!)

important note! i try to write most of my sfw (and a few nsfw) as gender neutral as possible, however any and all smut will (most likely) be written with reader as cisfem, that's what i'm most comfy writing and in all honestly my best way of writing (i hope that makes sense i just mean i'm good at it? lmaO)...i hope u can understand :) <3

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the skate rat au is mine<3 ur welcome to write for it, headcanon, thirst etc, but i kindly ask for credit where it’s due! (at least a heads up if u decide to write for it thank u!) – if u have questions pls feel free to ask!

i do engage with dark content on my other blogs, and may play with toxic/darker elements in my fics here. be warned.

dark content i may write/interact with:

– dubious consent – cnc (consensual non-consent) – pseudo-incest – drug + alcohol use – toxic behavior + relationships

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– underage – anything about body image (height is ok) – bodily fluids other than sweat/blood/cum – detailed/descriptive gore – vore/cannibalism

⤺ STAN LIST

ULTS: stray kids, sf9, nct 127, xdinary heroes, 2PM

CASUAL STAN: ateez, bts, txt, p1harmony, zerobaseone, monsta x, nct dream, kard

MAINLY MUSIC: cix, stayc, (g)-idle, the boyz, seventeen

ASK ME ABOUT MY BIASES ;)

[joslincox]

Tales From a Not-So Bratty Little Sister Soundtrack

Genres: Pop • Dance-pop • Teen Pop • Electro-pop • Pop Rock • R&B • Trap • K-Pop

The Linda Lindas - Growing Up

Rihanna - Umbrella (With Jay-Z)

Girls Aloud - You Freak Me Out

Jonas Brothers - Year 3000

Post Malone - Sunflower (With Swan Lee)

Justin Bieber - Baby (With Ludacris)

Allison Iraheta - Friday I'll Be Over U

Olivia Rodrigo - bad idea right?

Kelis - Milkshake

Tata Young - Sexy Naughty Bitchy

Halo Friendlies - Me vs. The World

Mindless Behavior - Hello

Eminem - The Real Slim Shady

One Direction - What Makes You Beautiful

Miranda Cosgrove - Leave It All To Me (With Drake Bell)

Victoria Justice - Make It Shine

Miley Cyrus - The Best of Both Worlds

Beyoncé - Single Ladies (Put A Ring On It)

Taylor Swift - Love Story

BTS - Dynamite

Justin Bieber - One Time

Solange - Solo Star

Rihanna - Breakin' Dishes

Willow Smith - Whip My Hair

Nicki Minaj - Barbie World (With Ice Spice & Aqua)

Corbin Bleu - We Come To Party

Maroon 5 - Moves Like Jagger (With Christina Aguilera)

The Click Five - Pop Princess

Chris Brown - Yo (Excuse Me Miss)

Miley Cyrus - See You Again

Iggy Azalea - Fancy (With Charli xcx)

Keri Hilson - Pretty Girl Rock

Chelsea Staub - It's All About Me

No Doubt - Just A Girl

Justin Bieber - One Less Lonely Girl

Usher - OMG (With Will.i.am)

Black Eyed Peas - I Gotta Feeling

Jesse McCartney - Beautiful Soul

Avril Lavigne - I Always Get What I Want

Justin Timberlake - SexyBack (With Timbaland)

Nicki Minaj - Moment 4 Life (With Drake)

Carly Rae Jepsen - Call Me Maybe

Katy Perry - Teenage Dream

Ke$ha - TikTok

Ice Spice - Pretty Girl (With Rema)

Ciara - Goodies (With Petey Pablo)

Big Time Rush - Boyfriend

The Wanted - Glad You Came

LMFAO - Party Rock Anthem (With Lauren Bennett and GoonRock)

BTS - Butter

The Pussycat Dolls - Buttons

Boomkat - Rip Her To Shreds

P!nk - Trouble

Hillary Duff - So Yesterday

Selena Gomez And The Scene - Kiss & Tell

Justin Bieber - Boyfriend

Peaches & Herb - Shake Your Groove Thing

Usher - Yeah! (With Lil Jon and Ludacris)

V.I.C - Wobble

Ashlee Simpson - Just Let Me Cry

Ke$ha - Boogie Feet (With Eagles of Death)

Hillary Duff - Sweet Sixteen

OneRepublic - Sunshine

DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince - Parents Just Don't Understand

Katy Perry - California Gurls (With Snoop Dogg)

Avril Lavigne - Girlfriend

Nicki Minaj - Starships

Spice Girls - Wannabe

Rihanna - Don't Stop The Music

Selena Gomez And The Scene - Love You Like A Love Song

Justin Bieber - Beauty And a Beat (With Nicki Minaj)

(G)I-DLE - Queencard

Corbin Bleu - Push It To The Limit

Jesse McCartney - Because You Live

Harry Styles - As It Was

MONSTA X - HERO

BLACKPINK - How You Like That

Red Velvet - Russian Roulette

TWICE - Candy Pop

That Girl Lay Lay - Mama

JoJo Siwa - Kid In A Candy Store

Cardi B - Bongos (With Megan Thee Stallion)

Hannah Montana - Nobody's Perfect

Lizzo - Good As Hell

Blackway - What's Up, Danger (With Black Caviar)

Justin Bieber - Never Say Never

Kendrick Lamar - Not Like Us

Pitbull - International Love (With Chris Brown)

Cardi B - Money

Megan Thee Stallion - Neva Play (With RM)

Sabrina Carpenter - Espresso

Rihanna - Shut Up And Drive

JoJo Siwa - D.R.E.A.M

Victoria Justice - Beggin' On Your Knees

Selena Gomez And The Scene - Who Says

Billie Eilish - What Was I Made For

Jesse McCartney - She's No You

Chris Brown - Look at Me Now (With Busta Rhymes and Lil Wayne)

Khalid - Young Dumb and Broke

Simple Plan - I'm Just A Kid

Demi Lovato - La La Land

Ashley Tisdale - He Said She Said

Saweetie - Best Friend (With Doja Cat)

Ke$ha - Take It Off

DJ Khaled - All I Do Is Win (With T-Pain, Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, and Rick Ross)

Jonas Brothers - What I Go To School For

Ryan Gosling - I'm Just Ken

Soulja Boy - Kiss Me Thur The Phone (With Sammie)

Taio Cruz - Dynamite

Flo Rida - Low (With T-Pain)

Nelly Furtado - Promiscuous (With Timbaland)

Fergie - Glamorous (With Ludacris)

Ciara - 1, 2 Step (With Missy Elliott)

Rihanna - Take A Bow

Miley Cyrus - G.N.O (Girls' Night Out)

Demi Lovato - Don't Forget

Ashlee Simpson - Pieces of Me

Brick & Lace - Love Is Wicked

Nicki Minaj - Super Bass

Katy Perry - Firework

P!nk - So What

The Pussycat Dolls - Don't Cha

Ice Spice - Princess Diana (With Nicki Minaj)

Olivia Rodrigo - good 4 u

Ne-Yo - Miss Independence

Chris Brown - With You

Jason Derulö - Ridin' Solo

The Click Five - Just The Girl

Miley Cyrus - Party In The USA

Ariana Grande - the boy is mine (With Brandy and Monica)

Fifth Harmony - Worth It (With Kid Ink)

Rihanna - Pon De Replay

Beyoncé - Naughty Girl

Selena Gomez And The Scene - Naturally

Hannah Montana - Rock Star

Katy Perry - Hot N Cold

Shakira - She Wolf

KSM - I Want You to Want Me

Zac Efron - Breaking Free (With Brenda Song)

Usher - DJ Got Us Falling In Love (With Pitbull)

Mindless Behavior - Girls Talkin' Bout

Big Time Rush - Worldwide

Chris Brown - Run It! (With Juelz Santana)

Lady Gaga - Just Dance (With Colby O'Donis)

Lindsay Lohan - Drama Queen (That Girl)

[syuga-s]

cool with you

w.c 1.5 k pairing. idol!Hyungwon x gn!reader genre. fluff and my delusions a/n. i don't know what went over my head when I made this, it's just that I dreamt with this man and this particular scenario. it may have been bc I slept with his and Shownu's new album... anyways it's just v cutesy stuff. have a kiss on the forehead.

You find yourself attending an event, full of the idols of the moment, including Monsta X’s Hyungwon, with whom you share more than a close bond.

The venue exuded an enchanting aura, its brilliance enhanced by the soft glow of countless chandeliers casting radiant reflections on the polished marble floors and red carpets. Laughter and melodious chatter filled the air as all the guests mingled, savoring the opulent party. You found solace in the familiar faces of all the friends you had in the industry, all of you reminiscing about the times when you used to hang out more often.

As the night unfolded you kept orbiting to Hyungwon’s side. Engaged in lively banter and laughter, he showcased his innate charm, captivating everyone around him. However, the world seemed to conspire, presenting several ephemeral moments of shared glances between the two of you. Some sort of a teasing glint in his eyes and on your smile.

Glancing at Hyungwon, you couldn’t help but marvel at the elegance of his attire – an impeccable suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame. With a gentle smile, you playfully addressed the slightly wonky collar of his shirt, unexpectedly seized by the urge to correct it. Hyungwon acquiesced with a good-natured grin, yet his eyes held a glimmer of something deeper as if words unspoken were at play. As your fingers delicately brushed against the nape of his neck while adjusting the collar, a tremor of electric energy passed through you, leaving in its wake a trail of warmth and a tacit acknowledgment of the game you were starting to play.

You couldn’t help but notice how he smelled, a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him. Your heart pounded in your chest, and you wondered if he could hear it.

“Thanks,” Hyungwon murmured, his voice velvety and low. The warmth of his breath caressed your cheek, sending a wave of goosebumps across your skin.

With the collar now straightened, your gaze instinctively shifted to his bangs, playfully falling into his eyes. Your heart swelled with affection as you gently lifted your hand to sweep the strands away. The intimacy of the moment felt both nerve-wracking and exhilarating.

His eyes locked onto yours, and time seemed to slow. You could see something deeper in those captivating eyes.

You diverted the attention to mention how Hyungwon’s bangs seem a bit flat, and you can’t help but playfully tease him about it. With a smile, you suggest, “Hyungwon, I can't keep your bangs in place, how about we find a bathroom real quick?”

Hyungwon chuckles at your playful suggestion and agrees to accompany you to the restroom. Once there, your hand extended to sweep the strands aside, revealing the profound orbs beneath. The tempo of your heart synchronized with his own, each moment marked by palpable tension. In that brief moment, the world’s cacophony seemed to dissipate, leaving nothing but the soft hush of your breaths intermingling in the air.

Hyungwon’s unwavering gaze remained locked with yours, reflecting an intensity mirroring your own inner tempest. A subtle smile graced his lips, a tacit acknowledgment of emotions unmasked. The space between you exuded an ethereal aura, thick with unspoken desires and the uncharted territories of the heart.

As you stood together in the restroom, a spark of playful affection still lingering between you, you couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing you closer to him. With a gentle smile, you leaned in, pressing a quick kiss on his lips, a reminder that you wouldn't be able to be on your best behavior tonight.

Hyungwon's eyes widened in surprise for a moment before a soft, genuine smile spread across his face. "I like the way you think," he teased, his voice a delightful blend of amusement and adoration.

Your cheeks flushed, and you playfully smirked "Just making sure your bangs look perfect for the rest of the night," you quipped, trying to hide the desire that was blossoming in you.

He chuckled, pulling you into a warm embrace. "Well, if you're in charge of that, I have no complaints," he said, his arms enveloping you in a sense of comfort and love.

With the world’s symphony subdued to a calm melody, your voices lowered to a tender murmur, spoken words meant solely for each other’s ears. “You’re really something, you know,” Hyungwon whispered, his voice tender and resonant, each syllable bearing a profound weight. With a soft, affectionate squeeze of your hand, Hyungwon drew you closer, "Shall we continue this later, my love?" he whispered, his voice a soft caress that sent a rush of adoration through you.

You smiled back, feeling your heart flutter at the endearment. "Absolutely," you replied, your voice filled with love and excitement.

You walked back together to where the fun was taking place, hand in hand. where soft melodies swirled around you like a comforting embrace. The rest of the world blurred into a beautiful haze, and it was just you and Hyungwon once again, but you both knew you had to keep mingling throughout the night, so you gave him a reassuring smile that let him know you’d find him later.

The whole room hummed with enchantment, the soft glow of chandeliers casting a warm embrace over the elegant gathering. Amidst the music and laughter, you found yourself drawn to Hyungwon's gaze once more.

Hyungwon smiled lovingly, his eyes reflecting the joy he found in you. "Love you," he mouthed, it was like a gentle caress that sent a flutter straight to your heart.

Blushing slightly, you mouthed back, "Love you too" unable to hide the adoration in your eyes. He chuckled, a playful glint in his eyes.

It had been just enough time apart from you, and he couldn't resist the magnetic pull drawing him back to your side. With a determined stride, he walked over to you, his heart already feeling lighter in your presence.

“You’re behaving extraordinarily charming tonight” you stated to the man now in front of you.

"I'm charming because I need to win you over," he teased, “have you seen all the men in this place?” all while leaning in to press a soft kiss on your cheek.

A soft giggle escaped your lips. "Oh baby, have you seen yourself in a mirror lately?" you teased back, feeling the warmth of his affection enveloping you.

As you chatted, the world around you seemed to blur into a background of color and sound, and it felt like it was just the two of you in your own little universe. His laughter was music to your ears, and his smile brightened the room.

In a moment of serendipity, the song changed to a slow, romantic melody. Without hesitation, Hyungwon gently took your hand in his, his touch sending a rush of warmth through you. Your heart skipped a beat as you met his gaze, and in that shared look, a silent understanding passed between you.

"Do you want to dance?" he asked softly, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your heart swelled with love, and you nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation building within you. He led you to the center of the ballroom, his hand still firmly holding yours.

As you danced together, the world seemed to fade away. His arms wrapped around your waist, and your head found its place on his shoulder, feeling the steady beat of his heart against yours.

"I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone but you," you whispered, smiling as you held him closer.

He chuckled softly, his breath tickling your ear. "And I couldn't imagine being anywhere else but here with you.”

"You know," he began, his voice low and filled with affection, "I feel so lucky to have you like this." You gazed up at him, feeling your heart overflow with love.

As the song came to an end, he held you a little closer, his breath soft against your ear. "Come with me," he whispered, his voice a tender caress.

Together, you wandered away from the bustling room, finding solace in a grand staircase. The ambient glow of soft lights cast a gentle radiance, creating an intimate sanctuary where you both could relish in each other's company.

With your heartbeats echoing in harmony, you settled side by side on the stairs. The night breeze carried a subtle chill, but you found warmth in each other's presence. Your leg found a comfortable resting place over Hyungwon's, and his hand enveloped your thigh, creating a gentle embrace that spoke volumes without a single word exchanged.

Your left hand tenderly settled on his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch. It was as if time had stilled, and you allowed yourselves to simply be. Your presence felt like a soothing balm to his weary heart, an anchor amidst the whirlwind of fame.

Your right hand, guided by an innocent and affectionate impulse, rested gently on his back, offering comforting caresses. There was no need for words – the language of touch and the glances you shared spoke of a connection that ran deeper than what any combination of letters could convey.

The two of you found solace in each other's presence. You felt cherished, seen, and wholly accepted, as if the universe had conspired to bring your hearts together. The world outside seemed distant, as if it was just the two of you, lost in the beauty of the moment.

Time seemed to lose its meaning as you wrapped in each other's warmth. As you sat together on those stairs, the world seemed to fall away, leaving only the two of you, lost in the quiet symphony of your love.

[followdelight]

The thing I don't understand about iKONICs and IDs going at it like they do on Twitter is.... why are we acting like iKON OT6 (whether by choice or company obligation) essentially ignoring Hanbin's existence after he left is a unique experience in kpop? As though Hanbin was uniquely persecuted in a way no one else ever has been? Bc it's just.... not true? Literally no groups are allowed to talk about former members, especially not ones who left with scandal. Not even ones who were proven innocent... See: Monsta X & Wonho. Like I just don't understand this "I can't believe they didn't stand by him" mentality, like, literally no one does in kpop. OT6 iKON are not uniquely terrible for following the same course of action as every other group that has lost a member and proceeded to pretend they never existed. Which is like... most groups at this point.

Not to mention half the reason they probably are forbidden (or advised) NOT to engage or mention former members is literally bc of this exact behavior, fandoms start to eat their own tail. Damned if you don't, double damned if you do.

[suuho]

That anon said what???? Jung Yunho is literally about to get another solo release and he's 37. Age does not exclude you from promoting omg what is wrong with some people. Personally as I age I would much rather have idols that are also my age and older than me and not have them pushed out by 15 year olds who dropped out of school and are 'getting their education' from their predatory management

lmao, yeah. like, imagine someone coming up to some guy in his midtwenties on the street and telling him he's aged badly? how insane is that? i'm only three years younger than taeil was back then, and wdym, will i just turn to dust as soon as i hit 27? am i already perishable goods? it's absolute insanity.

this obsession with youth in kpop is insanely unhealthy, always has been, and is only being pushed to new extremes. and people that support artists like newjeans, for example, are contributing to this absolutely damaging behavior. when they should be looking at people their OWN age, or should be actively concerned about what is happening to these young people (in general), most of them minors.

look at how amazing second gen idols are; 2pm, tvxq, highlight, shinee. they are so dutiful, they look amazing, they have a larger skillset and an expertly honed craft. these people are active to this day; why wouldn't anyone want to support them? and you certainly do not have to thrust the image of "5h gen idols" on these groups, just because they are being styled youthful. which, you know. groups like exo and monsta x still are.

this obsession with every new gen has to fucking stop, oh my god.

[astroyongie]

Hi! Oooo, I really liked that last post you did for Enhypen. May I ask the same question about how Monsta X members pursue their crushes?

Note: based on astrology

ㅤ♡ྀི ₊ How Would Monsta X Pursue Their Crush ㅤ♡ྀི ₊

Shownu

➤ He would be a little clumsy with his way of expressing how much he wants them. Shownu isn't the type to be vocal about who he likes, so he would try to compensate to show his services to his crush which he own't do with others. He would offer help with practical stuff as an excuse to be around more. And you can see he is pursuing the person because he would do stuff for them he doesn't do to others

Minhyuk

➤ Minhyuk is another member that would have a lot of difficulties in approaching his crush and be straightforward with his feelings or his courting. He would barely speak at first but you feel his presence. Meaning that he would always make sure to be around. you going out? he tagging alone. you and your friends are having a party? he is somehow invited. he would make sure you notice his presence

Kihyun

➤ This man goes slowly with this and he would follow a precise tempo. the moment he has a crush on someone he would turn the person into a buddy first. he would want to have a friendship so he can judge if you are both compatible first. As the crush develops, his pursuing gets more predominant. Kihyun would joke a lot with you, would call you out on adventures or go out on dates with you, and of course he would banter a lot.

Hyungwon

➤ Boy, Hyungwon is someone complicated to approach and when he as a crush he will act weirdly with them so at first you might not even notice. He would build things slowly. But his way to pursue his crush and show them his interest would be by being bringing consistent rapport and prove his value as a man and as a partner to the person in question

Jooheon

➤ This man would make sure you know he has a crush on you before he starts to pursue you. Jooheon is the type of person that would turn every interaction he has with you into a performance so you can always notice him. he would give you bold smiles and big gestures. Whatever you ask of him, he would provide to show you he is a capable man

Changkyun

➤ When it comes to Changkyun it's a little complicated and the person he is pursuing might think at first that he hates them because of the weird behavior he would have. Basically. changkyun treats his crush like an alien life form he is fascinated by. He asks a lot of questions, he wants to be active in your life, he always gives you the looks and you can feel confused by it