#SinB and Yeonjun

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SINB IN HYBE GUYS THIS IS NOT A DRILL OMG 😭 I never thought I would ever see her in that building (actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen her in that room, but that’s beside the point). (Btw I lied this was their old practice room 🤡).

I feel like after GFriend’s reunion announcement, she’s been more interactive with HYBE’s artists. (Cause I’m like 100% sure Yeonjun and her have been friends for a while and now they’re talking about each other more often).

[sanccharine]

13 | winners and losers

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 3.3k

warnings: brief descriptions of injuries, swearing, and stupid angst :D

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet’s yeri, ateez's san, txt’s yeonjun, viviz’s sinb, loona’s olivia hye

status: ongoing a/n: happy pride month yall, tho there is nothing happy about this part i fear, very homophobic of me ik, time i out myself

masterlist | chapter 12 | chapter 14

More than anything, it was instinct that saved you. 

Well, instinct and the cushioning spell. 

You couldn’t have cast it even if you wanted to. Not that you didn’t know the spell, you simply forgot it existed. You were more than all right taking the fall, can’t be more dangerous than usual. But, you really did appreciate the softer landing. One moment, you were free-falling with the ground rising at insane speed and the next, you’d hit the land, rolling around as you kicked sand up. 

With a defeated groan, you stopped on your back. Coughs sputtered out of you, no doubt a result of all the sand you ate, while your hand gently let go of your broom. The whine was clear even between the sounds of an ongoing match. 

In your hands, lay your broom—your gift—cracked in two.  

That’s it. 

You were done. 

And so was your broom. 

Maybe you hadn’t broken any bones, but your back was gone. There was no way you were going to class the next week. Lying on the sand, still running on adrenaline, the pain hadn’t settled. You were sure, all through next week bruises of all colours and various levels of pain will bloom much like flowers during spring. But at least, you were done. 

You were done!

A relieved sigh escaped between the panting as you squinted up at the players. Most of them had stopped to see if your fall had been fatal. The game was momentarily paused for you.

Eunbi was the first to arrive. Where from is a question you will never have answered. 

“Told you we’d win,” she said with that wicked grin of hers. 

She was standing at your side, leaning down enough that her face made up most of your vision. From her neck to her ears, she was flushed. It was a scarlet so dark it was almost concerning. She was bearing all her teeth, something between a smile and a method to catch her breath. Exhaustion or elation, it wasn’t clear. Eunbi looked at you all expectantly, as if you had to share the excitement. You weren’t privy to what was running on her mind, you seldom were. 

“No,” you groaned, grappling at the strap digging into your chin. The helmet had done its job. “No, you didn’t.”

Eunbi pouted. 

You sent her a look at the expression, though she just let her smile grow again. The referee landed a few meters away from you. Before they could ask the relevant questions and make it a whole thing, you were quick to give them a thumbs-up. The crowd erupted at your sign, the game didn’t need to be stopped. Still grinning, Eunbi stuck out her hand. The quicker you get out, the quicker the game ends. You took her hand. 

“And,” you paused. 

Something stopped you from fully clasping her hand. 

Something round. 

“We… didn’t win.” 

Staggering, you came to stand, your helmet slipping behind you. Toe to toe, you stood with Eunbi, hand still gripping hers. This close to her, you could really see the specks of light catching in her eyes, her iris alight with mischief. A sight you only witnessed on the field. 

Gulping, you looked down just as your conjoined hands pulled apart. 

Golden wings unwrapped and fluttered, the singing ball floated right up to your eyes as if it were greeting you. And then, it was turning towards Eunbi, circling around her as if begging for her attention. 

“There is no way—!”

The referee blew the whistle. 

“You can’t be serious.”

The points dinged as they rose. 

“You’re insane.”

The crowd was raucous. 

“Told you we’d win,” Eunbi smiled before looking up at the rest of the players. Widening that bright grin, she caught the snitch again and then held it up high. 

To say the Slytherin team were dumbstruck would be a very easy statement, but a lie. Every member of your team was agape, frozen. To be fair, even you couldn’t move—and no, it was not because of your injuries. 

When Slytherin did begin to lose their stupor, Gryffindor was still fuming. 

You could understand them… just a little bit. 

“Did you really need to do all of that?” you asked, cringing at her dramatics. Of course, she pulled stunts like this. That’s how she won her first game. Though they mostly happened to be tricks of the mind rather than extravagant displays. 

“The game was boring,” she shrugged, glancing at the crowds and then at your broken broom. “Probably, the most interesting thing was you struggling for half the game and then plummeting.”

Addressing the jab with a roll of your eyes, you asked. “When did you even get it?” 

“Maybe around ten minutes ago,” Eunbi shrugged again, smiling and waving at our teammates who were landing. The snitch responded with her. “Everyone was too busy focusing on you. Soobin never announced his spotting of the snitch, if he even spotted it, and you were unpredictable. Gryffindor was struggling to get around you and Yeri—a smart choice to change plays in the middle, by the way. Good distraction. So, yeah—”

You put it together quickly. 

“You used me,” you stated, kind of hurt. A lot, hurt actually. Eunbi just shook her head. “Yeah, you did! Ten minutes ago—You could’ve stopped the game, you know I was struggling and you even removed our substitutes—”

Eunbi turned to you with a dead stare. All of her mirth from the previous seconds was gone. A look saved just for you, moments before the team engulfs the two of you with praise. 

“You were finally getting out of your head, finally playing the game,” she said. “I wasn’t going to stop that.” 

And then she pointed at your left hand. And you followed her finger.

It wasn’t shaking at all. You hadn’t even noticed. 

You didn’t know what to say. 

When you looked at Eunbi, she must’ve recognized some emotion in you. Perhaps, gratitude, maybe fondness, either way, she couldn’t handle it, so she turned away. 

“Besides,” she cleared her throat to salvage herself. “We were twenty points behind and I—oof!”

Eunbi went down. Olivia had basically pounced on her. 

You let out a snort. “As if that mattered with the—!”

Yeonjun slammed into you and down you went, for the second time that day. 

Turns out your injuries weren’t too bad. Nothing a little magic couldn’t fix, right? Though you guessed it was more that Madam Yun was sick of you wasting space in her wing. 

The weekend after the game, Slytherin dorms had their wildest party yet. Your team finally was allowed to let loose, going all out and doing the most. Yeonjun had challenged Olivia in some muggle game, clearly baiting her into some easy bet. Olivia, being the competitive spirit, fell for it headfirst. Your beloved first-years just watched their seniors with glassy wide eyes. You doubt there was anything admirable about their seniors, but you weren’t going to burst the first-year's bubble. Minwoo had gained another chocolate frog from you (stolen from the hospital wing, of course) but he let the frog sit atop his shoulder. He’ll have to learn the hard way why that was a terrible idea. 

From time to time, your housemates dropped by to drag you into the revelries but you just shook your head. You were quite comfortable on your couch. After the week you’ve had, you appreciate the stillness. Speaking of…

Your hand was fully under your control. 

Holding both your left and right up, you turned them over and over again to study them. No trembling at all. There were faint shots of pain, more memory than actual pain. 

You were clenching and unclenching your fist when someone whacked your hand away. 

Yeri propped herself on your lap and nestled in, making herself comfortable at your expense. Her legs hung over the couch as she sighed at the ceiling. 

“Happy?” she asked, looking at you upside down. 

Rolling your eyes, you gently moved around her straying strands of hair and she closed her eyes. 

“We won, didn’t we?” 

Yeri hummed. “Not what I was talking about.” 

You paused your ministrations. You weren’t sure what she was talking about.  

With a sigh, Yeri reached out to take your left hand in hers. Intertwining her fingers from the back, she showed your palm to her face so she could trace the lines with her index finger. 

“I feel like you worry over nothing,” she said, suddenly deep in thought. “You know, no one on the team doubted you for a second.”

Now she was drawing random shapes on your palm, from stars to smiley faces. 

“I don’t understand how every year you keep second-guessing yourself,” Yeri said with another sigh. “Eunbi was adamant on it—kicking Hyukwoo out, that is.” 

Your whole body tensed. On a mind of its own, your eyes found Eunbi all the way across the common room. And as if she felt your stare, she looked back at you, coolly.

“No one was against it, but everyone knew it was a dicey move,” Yeri confessed. “Whether the fight happened or not, I think she would have done the same. It just so happened she got lucky—an easy reason—no one could refute her argument. That is, even if it meant it would burden us.” 

Now this was going beyond a simple school game, beyond your personal squabbles. 

“She shouldn’t be playing games like that, her actions will get back to—”

“Eunbi has already been scouted, her position is already confirmed—”

“Alright, then what about the team? What about us?” About me? was the unspoken question. “This year won’t be easy, they won’t make it easy—”

“Then, we’ll just have to wait and see,” Yeri concluded at the same time she dropped your hand. Your best friend stretched like a cat, before turning over to lie on her stomach. Propping her chin on her hand, she kicked her feet as a shiny gloss lit her eyes. “So how do we feel about Tzuyu?”

“That’s quite the topic change,” you pulled a face but she continued, undeterred. 

“And your detention with her?” 

“I don’t,” you paused to think about it. What did you feel about it? “I don’t really feel anything. It's just detention.”

“Yeah, somehow I doubt that,” San’s voice chirped from your right as he seated himself on the armrest, his shoulder bumping into yours. 

“You know there are perfectly empty chairs right across,” you said, faking your derision. 

“Yeah, but I just want to snuggle close to you like—” You shoved San’s face away before he could plant a kiss on you. Though it was proving to be difficult when both his hands were already wrapped around your shoulders. 

“Oi, don’t change the topic—we’re talking about Tzuyu,” Yeri swatted at his arms, but with no real fight. “Seriously, how do you feel about her?”

“I thought we were talking about how I feel about detention with her?”

“Same difference,” both your friends said at the same time. 

You frowned at that. 

“What exactly am I supposed to be feeling?” you asked, in a way to stall so you could honestly bring out your thoughts of her. It was all too muddled, unfortunately. 

San rounded himself and took a seat on the coffee table, your knees almost touching. 

“Well, you like her, don’t you?” San asked as if it were so simple. You were already shaking your head but he just continued. “You’re always worrying about her.”

“Well, more like worrying about how Tzuyu sees them.” At that, you shot Yeri a questioning glare. “Don’t act like it’s not true.”

“I’m not, is it so bad that I don’t want to look like a fool in front of her?”

“Well, you’ve never cared about it before—”

“Well, I guess she’d never been on my radar before—”

“Alright, then, what changed? Why is she on your radar now?” 

You purse your lips. 

They’d caught you. 

You didn’t have an answer. 

What was different now?

“I don’t know,” you admitted. 

The confession made you feel more bare than you’d like.

San and Yeri shared a look. 

“It is clear how much you care for her,” San says so sweetly, you shudder a bit. Care for her? Of course, you do! You just don’t understand the distinction that deserves a whole conversation. 

“Teasing aside, it's good for you—I mean you’re studying and working harder than ever,” Yeri said, “but most of all you’re finally stepping out.”

Before you could ask what that means, she continues. 

“You never really cared for anyone but us, Slytherins, or quidditch players—I could even argue anyone but our team doesn’t really register as important in your mind,” you had to bite back the nerve to ask, why would they? “But standing up for those first-years—”

“Anyone would’ve done that,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Alright then, on top of that, studying with Tzuyu? Practicing with Yeosang!” Yeri stressed the last point while San nodded. “They’re small changes to you, yes, but to an outsider, it looks like it is really helping you.” 

Helping you? Helping you for what? 

You narrow your eyes at Yeri, but she doesn’t shy away from you. She just kept staring at you as if she heard the question in your mind. As if she was urging you to think about what she meant. As if you had the answers. 

So you did. 

All the way back to how you befriended Yeri. 

Or more so, how she had befriended you. She had clambered onto the train, wide-eyed and loud, instantly recognising the name embossed on your suitcase. She hadn’t even asked to enter the cabin or if you were waiting on anyone else. Yeri asked a million questions, all of which you ignored until she called you out. On your passive expression, on your unfriendliness, and on how you stared out your window when your parents didn’t even wait to see you depart. When you finally deigned her with a response, she grinned, having struck gold. 

Later in the year, she revealed that you’d met her before. None of it rang a bell to you, but by that time, she’d grown to be someone quite important. You found yourself clinging on to her more than she did to you. Besides, it did help that whatever trouble you caused or didn’t, she was always the first to back you up. Very quickly, you found yourself doing the same—a loyalty so unwavering, that you didn’t really care for anyone else. 

That’s how it went with Yeri. That’s how it went with everyone else. Every single one of your close friends. 

How San introduced himself with a snack because he’d bought too many, (he had lied, he believed sharing snacks would help him make friends if his words failed). Or how Yeonjun had passed you notes because he was bored at the back of the first History lesson, (you both had been kicked out and never earned the professor’s trust ever again—not that either of you cared for it). How Eunbi made a singular comment on correcting your form when she’d caught your practising spells late at night, a throw-away note, she hadn’t even stopped to say it (and you never got to thank her after the Charms professor praised you).  

All of them had approached you first, regardless if their intention was to befriend you or not. They come to you, befriend you, and you just let them… Or more that they’d broken through. Seen you through your passiveness and unfriendliness as a young Yeri had put it. 

How many more were there? How many more interactions filtered through your mind as irrelevant much like how you’d met Yeri before and had no recollection of it? How many more friends had you lost because you were busy picking and choosing who to speak to and how to speak to them? Whether they deserved your response, being selective on whether they deserved to take up space in your mind? 

When put in words, it sounded awful. Even if it wasn’t your intention, it seemed so so awful. Almost like… your parents. 

“I hope they help you. Help you understand that the world doesn’t end when you make one wrong move. Help you understand that you’ll be fine if you fail from time to time,” Yeri paused to let out a deep sigh. You knew she was thinking about your parents too, but she didn’t feel like saying. Why, when you knew already? “I hope that they help you understand that you’re more than just some Quidditch player, or a decent Transfiguration student, or another L/N.” 

“That’s not her job,” the words escaped you before you could even recognise what you were saying. 

You’ve truly lost where this conversation was going. 

“That’s not their job,” you corrected. San and Yeri shared a look while you folded your arms. 

Weren’t there bigger problems to concern yourselves with than whatever you had going on with Tzuyu? Which wasn’t much. 

“That doesn’t matter! Focus on how I broke my broom—”

“We all saw that, don’t change—”

“Yeri, I’m just saying Tzuyu is not a concern—”

“Our next game is not a concern! It isn’t for weeks! Plus we have school brooms,” Yeri said.

“And spare brooms,” San added, knowing he could ask his parents to send some for you. 

“That still doesn’t guarantee a smooth game, I mean this game we barely—”

“I don’t understand why you won’t let anyone near you,” Yeri shuffled back, now kneeling on the couch. 

“And I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” you flashed San a look, hoping he’d help you in some way. Nothing. “Seriously, what are we even talking about now?”

“I forget how you can be so clueless,” Yeri shook her head and moved away from the couch. She gave you one last look before leaving. “That’s my bad.”

You watched her disappear into the crowd with a sour taste in your mouth. This fight was not a new one. Every year something along the same lines always came up, but truly this time there was no root to it. At least, not one you could pinpoint.

“You’re distracted,” San offered kindly. When you pursed your lips, he sighed. “Tzuyu has been distracting you.” 

“Is she helping me, or distracting me? Which is it?” you asked, and a passing look on San told you he didn’t appreciate the tone. You mumbled your apology before running your hand down your face. “I’ve been practising the best I can, studying the best I can, what are you saying—”

“It’s not a bad thing,” San stopped your words. “Anyone with eyes can see the two of you have been circling each other since the start of the year, though it's become so tense—”

“Yeah, well, I was injured because of her,” you emphasised the point as much as you could. Then you brought your hand up to unfurl a finger every time you made a point. “And then, she went and took the blame. And I don’t even know why she bothered to try to make a friend out of me—”

“Don’t you think these are things you should be talking to her about?” 

Then you froze. 

Whatever you’d said you didn’t feel at the start of the conversation had just poured out of you, out of nowhere—no, from somewhere deep in you. 

“That’s what Yeri means, though she put it less kindly,” San said, placing a hand on your knee. He furrowed his brows, debating if he should say the thing he was thinking, far too gentle to not mince his words, far too different from Yeri. “You can confront people without your fists connecting with their face.” 

You stared at the hand on your knee. “Does it matter?” 

“If you’re so wound up over it, I’d say it does,” and then San reached for your left hand. 

And with horror, you felt it flinch away.

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a/n: i said two months but it was three guys im sorry im such a liar ;-; lol anygays have a good day/night everyone !

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NSFW LINES!

Anal Princess Line: Umji, Mina, Sooyoung, Chaeryeong, Sowon

Occasional Anal Line: Solji, Irene, Rosé, Jihyo

MILF Line: Seohyun, Tiffany, Jihyo, Bom, Solar

MILF Hunter Line: Yuta, Jooheon, Ryujin, Seulgi, Momo, Shownu, Moonbyul

DILF Line:  Suho, Changsub, Onew, Shownu, Sungjin, Kun, Minho

DILF Hunter Line: Sunny, Hani, Yuju, Sana, Lia, Wonho, Hoshi

Lesbian Line: Seulgi, Jeongyeon, Chaeyoung, Yuri, Seohyun, Ryujin, Moonbyul, Jisoo

Gay Line: Taeyong, Hongjoong, Jongho, Sehun, Jimin, Jun, Haechan, Kyungsoo

Huge Dick Line: Seungkwan, Soobin, Johnny, Jaehyun, Lucas, Jae

Oral Fixation Line: Lisa, Matthew, Jungwoo, Momo

Daddy Kink Line: Young K, Changkyun, Suho, Kun, Seulgi, Dahyun

Men Get Pegged Line: Dokyeom, Soobin, Xiaojun, Lucas, Jongdae

Squirter Line: Yeri, Moonbyul, Tzuyu, Mina, Solar, Nayeon

Camboy Line: Jae, Dino, Yeonjun, Changkyun, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Jungkook

Somnophilia Line: Seungkwan, Xiaojun, Sooyoung, Tzuyu

Voyeur Line: Sooyoung, SinB, Joshua, Xiaojun, Nayeon

Likes Being Watched Line: Chanyeol, Solar, Chungha, Hoseok, Taeyeon, Woozi

Scenic Masturbation Line: Seungcheol, Jihyo, Taehyung, Johnny, Lucas, Kyungsoo

[lullabyalikpoptarot]

Yeonjun said he was working on lyrics for his Mixtape in a weavers article in October 2023 so that means Ggum was controlled by Big Hits their creation & not Yj's so he probably has his own self mad music but his company blocking it why tho? Plus he seems to have a lot of girlfriends behind the scenes here's the the shocking names. Jessi, Hwasa,Yooa, Nayeon,Sana,Lisa, SinB, Jisun, Bibi, Soyeon, Kim Doyeon, Tzuyu, Karina, Yeji , Julie Han, Choi Yebin, Kim Chaewon, An Yunjin, Hanni , Sangah, Yuna , Roh Jeong Eui, can fact check for me i think it's true too.

They are blocking it, because they like to have control of the artist and don't want them to have too much creative freedom, because if they do, then they will realize they don't need the company and want to do their own thing. Just my opinion and intuition here.

I can't really fact check that, but with his energy. I can see him dating and hooking up with lots of people. He doesn't give me monogamous type of energy. So, that wouldn't surprise me.

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viviz_bpm twitter round 2 with tomorrow x together’s #yeonjun SHHH! CHALLENGE CON SINB DE VIVIZ

[ao3feed-ateez]

A Monstrous Semester

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fcmZJHv by popcultureruinedmylife Hidden within a mystical realm buried beneath Earth, creatures of folklore and myth come to hone their extraordinary abilities at Eungyeol Supernatural University, a top-ranked college for monsters. The story unfolds through the eyes of eight distinct beings, each grappling with their own unique challenges as they navigate the complexities of both academics and personal relationships... Hongjoong comes to terms with his identity. Seonghwa is a perfectionist. Yunho hides from everyone around him. Yeosang struggles to fend for himself. San isn't supposed to be here. Mingi would rather be anyone else. Wooyoung makes a big mistake. Jongho just wants to do the right thing. Words: 3866, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English Fandoms: ATEEZ (Band) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M, Multi Characters: Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Choi Yeonjun, Seo Changbin, Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong, Park Seonghwa, Kim Younghoon (The Boyz), Lee Dongmin | Cha Eunwoo, Park Serim (Cravity), Goo Junhoe | Ju-ne, Bang Chan (Stray Kids), Kang Yeosang, Choi San (ATEEZ), Kim Mingyu (SEVENTEEN), Jeong Yuno | Jaehyun, Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Han Jisung | Han, BamBam Kunpimook Bhuwakul, Lee Felix (Stray Kids), Choi Yewon | Arin, Kang Seokhwa, Lee Juyeon (The Boyz), Lee Minho | Lee Know, Hwang Eunbi | SinB, Kim Dahyun, Kim Yerim | Yeri, Goo Gunil, Allen Ma, Jeon Jungkook, Minnie Nicha Yontararak, Kim Geonhak | Leedo, Lee Chan | Dino Relationships: Jeong Yunho/Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Choi San/Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Kim Hongjoong/Park Seonghwa, Choi Jongho/Kang Yeosang, Han Jisung | Han/Lee Minho | Lee Know, Lee Felix/Seo Changbin Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Creatures & Monsters, Monsters, Alternate Universe - College/University, Interspecies Romance, College, Alternate Universe - Modern with Magic, Ghost Kim Hongjoong, Siren Park Seonghwa, Changeling Jeong Yunho (ATEEZ), Vampire Kang Yeosang, Demon Choi San (ATEEZ), Werewolf Song Mingi (ATEEZ), Warlock Jung Wooyoung (ATEEZ), Frankenstein Choi Jongho (ATEEZ), Past Character Death, Implied Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Mutual Pining, Strangers to Lovers, Friends to Lovers, Fluff and Angst, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, First Kiss, Boys Kissing, Blood Drinking, Demon Summoning, Eventual Romance, Slow Burn, Crush at First Sight, Love Confessions, Boys In Love, Falling In Love read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/fcmZJHv

[yuseonghqs]

mwf? love this idea!

admin keroppi here! i would love to see twice's kim dahyun & son chaeyoung, artms' kim jungeun (kim lip), lovelyz' jung yein, purple kiss' lee chaeyoung (chaein), apink's jung eunji & son naeun, everglow's kim sihyeon, jo serim (onda) & wang yiren, actresses bae suzy, lizeth selene & anya taylor-joy, and the soloists im youha & kim jiwoo (chuu)!

admin poccacho, adding my mw! lee taemin (shinee), im jaebum (got7), nam woohyun (infinite), bae irene (red velvet), kim taeyeon (snsd), kwon boa (solosit), dpr ian (soloist), cho haseul (artms), jung yunho (ateez), song mino (winner), oskai shotaro (riize), myoui mina (twice), ahnatchaya "natty" auputhipong (kiss of life), papungkorn "hunter" lertkiatdamrong (xikers), xu minghao, (seventeen), song yuqi (gidle), yeh shuhua (gidle), jeon somi (soloist).

admin pompom here with a few more suggestions! kim minjeong/winter & ning yizhuo/ningning (aespa), min yoongi/suga & kim taehyung/v (bts), hirai momo (twice), jung eunbi/eunha & hwang eunbi/sinb & kim yewon/umji (viviz), kim chaewon & sakura miyawaki (lesserafim), hwang yeji (itzy), kim chaehyun (kep1er), lee dongmin/cha eunwoo (astro), park minyoung (actress), lee dohyun (actor), choi yeonjun & choi soobin (txt), kim yongsun/solar (mamamoo), do kyungsoo/d.o (exo), cho miyeon (gidle), kim sejeong (soloist), kim hyunseo/bibi (soloist), lee mijoo (lovelyz).

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[loonarii]

@ studio choom bestie it’s never too late to revive artist of the month that shit was iconic

[yeonjune]

230210 viviz tiktok update: PULL UP Challenge with Yeonjun 🐈‍⬛

[tomorrowxtogether]

231112 viviz_bpm Tiktok update 

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[sanccharine]

12 | what the fuck was that?

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 2.7k

warnings: brief descriptions of injuries, swearing, and lots of quidditch ·_·

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet’s yeri, txt’s yeonjun and soobin, viviz’s sinb, loona’s olivia hye, and le sserafim's yunjin

status: ongoing a/n: hi hi, we're back after like two months and there's not a single thought of tzuyu i fear, ha ha ha, read it and weep <3 also @eternallyghosting here you go

masterlist | chapter 11 | chapter 13

You stared at your hands. Your broom in your right, still. Your bat in your left, shaking. 

There was no room for you to fuck up. 

More disoriented than ever, you ran out of the changing room. Eunbi had already disappeared down the corridors. The further you jogged, the louder the shouts became. A collective mass of students and teachers, yelling at the top of their lungs, to start the first Quidditch match of the year. 

Silently and slightly out of breath, you found the empty space behind Yeri, saved for you in the line-up. The Gryffindor team kept stealing glances at you, though you didn’t have it in you to take part in playful banter. It seemed like no one in your team felt that way. Just as you were about to ask Yeri about what Eunbi revealed in private, the referee blew the whistle. Both teams mounted their brooms and filed out. For the first time that day, you didn’t think and let instinct take over. 

Right hand effortlessly steering your broom, you followed your team. While the commentator rambled about the game and introduced the teams, it was customary for players to do a round—permissible showboating. It might be hard to believe, but you really weren’t one to show off, at least not at this stage, though you can’t lie, you did like the attention… sometimes. Often, you’d throw a smile or two, maybe taunt the other team, or go handless when your name is called. 

Today, you did none of that. 

The referee reminded you of the rules and fouls, picking out specific members and reminding them of past mistakes while the commentator kept the audience busy. None of it filtered in apart from the raucous crowd, an overwhelming static clouding your mind. 

You were squinting at the referee when a deep sigh came from your right. 

Just as you turned to Yeonjun, a voice filtered in. 

“Then we have one-half of the infamous Slytherin duo…” the commentator dwindled into a mumble towards the end, “ah, found it! Kang Yein!” 

Kang Yein? Who is Kang Yein? 

Confused, you turned around to see the commentator’s booth. The first thing you noticed was the yellow and black scarf engulfing the face of a boy you sort of recognized. Glasses and striking black hair, you knew him, of course, you did, he hung around with Yeonjun sometimes. But you couldn’t place a name. 

“Did he just…?”

You barely finished the question when Yeri answered. “Yeah, that’s me. I’m Kang Yein.” 

When you turned back around, you and Yeri shared a look.

“And the other half of that duo…” 

Whatever he said was a name alright, just not yours. Though, he did get your last name right. Of course, he did. It was a well-known title. There was no messing that up. 

You threw another glare over your shoulder. The commentator pushed his glasses up as he fumbled over his flashcards. Who let this kid do this job?

“Cut him some slack,” Yeonjun said as if he read your mind and your attention was on him. He was facing ahead, pretending to nod along to the referee, but speaking to you from the side of his mouth. “Soobin’s new to this, he’s just nervous.” 

Soobin. That was his name. 

“Oh, this is my best friend! Choi Yeonjun, my brother, my partner in crime,” you sent an unamused look to Yeonjun while he just hung his head. “Slytherin’s beloved keeper.”

“But I’m the keeper,” Yunjin said from down the line, but Yeonjun just let out another deep sigh. 

You decided it’s best to forget that this Soobin person existed. 

Once the referee blew their whistle, the teams split as the members took their positions. The crowd erupted once more. 

You closely followed Yeri. You were doing pretty well, that is, if you could ignore the way your left hand convulsed, so much more violent than any time before. 

“Did you know?” you shouted over the wind, your eyes flitting between your batting hand and the field around you.

“Did I know what?” Yeri yelled back. 

You had a few seconds before the game started, you quickly sidled up to Yeri so you didn’t have to keep shouting. 

“That Eunbi kicked Hyukwoo out?” you asked, eyes now on the field. The referee was speaking to the two captains of the teams. 

Yeri, who’d been leaning down to ready herself, pulled a face. “What?” she asked, dead-focused on the referee. Ready to fly away at any given moment. “She really did it?” 

“Yeah, she just said—wait, hold on, you knew?” you trained your gaze on your friend and tried not to glance at her batting hand, still at her will. 

Yeri shrugged. “I mean, she mentioned it. I didn’t think she’d actually do it.”

“And you didn’t think to tell her that we don’t have other substitutes?” you exclaimed. “I know we don’t like Hyukwoo, but we don’t have any beaters now and if—”

“Substitutes? What substitutes?” Yeri squinted as she shook her head as if she was trying to get rid of flies around her. “We don’t need substitutes.”

“Yeri, are you serious right now?” At your tone, Yeri finally turned to look at you. Yeri gulped when you turned to show her your left hand, shoulder down, it was trembling. You asked again. “Are you serious?” 

A light flashed across Yeri’s eyes. She didn’t appreciate your tone, but she gulped the emotion down when she glanced again at your hand. She understood where you came from, she really did.   

“Well, tough,” you had to bite your lip to prevent yourself from saying something you regretted. You also understood where she was coming from. Sometimes the worst thing is that your friends just know you better. “We’re the only beaters now, then. Don’t think too hard about it.” 

You couldn’t even get a word in when the whistle blew. Couldn’t even catch the devilish grin she’d sent you because, in an instant, Yeri vanished from your side.

“And the game begins!"

Chasers and bludgers. Bludgers and chasers. That was where your attention was supposed to be. 

Your eyes were roving the arena, dead-set on finding them. From corner to corner, the excited crowd is a blurry mass of flailing hands and team colours. Skies blue, field green and brown, golden rings and colourful banners. Everything filtered in. 

It was concerning how blurry your vision was. You were moving. Your teammates were moving. The bludgers were moving. Yet, none of it registered.

Eunbi was nowhere in sight. Though that shouldn't be a concern, she’d asked to keep chasers in mind. 

Chasers and bludgers. Bludgers and chasers.

“What are they doing?”

Why couldn’t you focus?

“Are they alright—Is this what they’re supposed to do? No, right?”

Your head snapped to the commentator booth. You couldn’t see him, Soobin was only a fuzzy mess of yellow and black, but you did hear him choke on his own spit. 

“Sorry!”

He was right, though. What were you doing?

The static in your head seemed to grow louder than the buzz of the crowd. Light melted in until your vision was white. You were in the air, but you weren’t moving. Floating in place, in the middle of the game. Useless.

You reminded yourself, that you didn’t have room to mess up. You simply couldn’t. 

But how could you do anything when your own hand fought against you. 

On the verge of dropping your bat, on the verge of dropping to the ground yourself, you scrunch your eyes shut. A pain at your temple blooming as the static grew louder. Almost as loud as the beating of your heart, deafening in your ears. 

But then, you heard it. A singular sound. That familiar crack. 

Your broom was already turning—already moving—towards the sound as you opened your eyes. A bludger headed straight for Olivia. 

Olivia, blind to it.

The bludger, a ball on a mission.

And you, ignoring your hand.

All three were flying at unimaginable speeds.

You couldn’t tell if the screaming crowd was the result of your eventual collision or for something else in the field. You didn’t have the mind to think about that. Instead, you did what you did best. You did something stupid and put yourself right before the ball, ready to take the hit if your shaking bat raised to defend didn’t. 

But then, you did. 

Defend, that is.

Sort of.

The bludger hit your bat. 

Except it didn’t defend it at all. Instead, the ball pushed right through you, merely slowing down the ball. 

It was as if the whole game stopped. Your hand thrummed with the effect. How your wrist hadn’t snapped all over again, you didn’t know? Somehow, your arm, in its jelly-like state, was still attached to your socket.

“What the fuck was that?”

No, because what the fuck was that?

In slow motion and with much horror, you watched the ball head straight towards your teammate. Olivia, still oblivious, was ready to pass the ball, her flight slowing automatically to get the aim right. Maybe the hit wouldn’t be fatal, but it would still injure her pretty badly. 

Your eyes were burning. So was your throat. 

The sound hadn’t registered then, but you were screaming Olivia’s name. 

Unfortunately, she turned, more startled by your scream in the middle of a game than anything. 

If your failure played back at a snail’s pace, replaying second by second. Then, Yeri’s success was lightning, blink and you’d miss it. 

And you did miss it. 

You didn’t know where she came from. Or how she came to be there. Or even where she’d gone afterwards. All you heard was that crack, deafening and proud. A bludger successfully being defended by a beater’s bat. 

“Oh, did you look at that? That was so cool!—Wait, that’s—”

“It happens.”

You jerked to the side when Eunbi appeared out of thin air, her eyes on Yeri as she did both of your jobs as one player. 

“Try again,” was all your captain said before zipping away. Within a matter of seconds, you lost sight of her. 

So, you did. And tried again.

You followed that crack. Much closer to you this time around. That was good, you were so fast, this is really good. 

Within moments, you were at arm's length of defending the bludger. Though, the second your left arm swung out, your confidence seemed to plummet. 

Much like before, your hit was bad. But unlike before, you managed to stop the ball from hitting your teammate. The only thing was you hit the ball towards the ground. 

You questioned if you should follow it, bring it back up, maybe try to strike a chaser. But your aim has been so off, and your strength is non-existent, you doubted you could hit an opposing teammate, or worse, what if you hit one of your own? 

But then, very much like before, Yeri flashed in your sight out of nowhere. And in a single clean arch, she thwacked the ball right back into a Gryffindor chaser, their broom careening to the side, making them drop the quaffle. Only for Yeonjun to swoop in to catch the ball for himself. 

This time around, Yeri paused to look at you. Not long enough to catch exactly what she was thinking but enough to know what she had in mind. 

You nodded. You hoped you both had the same idea. 

The next time you heard a bludger, you flew in blind. You swung blind too. Mustering any and all strength you had to deflect the bludger. And it worked!

And right on your tail, was Yeri, ready to aim it at a player. 

It was tiring. Constantly speeding. 

But it wasn’t as tiring as it was confusing for the opposing team. 

None of your hits had any bite to them, not to mention, they lacked any aim altogether. Players, the disadvantage being your teammates included, scattered like flock the second you hit a bludger. They were fearful your shoddy aim would find a target on their back. It was disorienting enough that it bought you time—bought Yeri time to zip in and zip out, a clean hit at a random player. 

And when your aim sent the bludger sky high, the crowd laughed. And when Yeri’s deadly aim shattered a broom in half, the crowd gasped. 

The referee blew the whistle, either a change in broom or a change in player was needed. Regardless, you had a few minutes of respite. Inhaling a deep breath, you chanced a glance at Yeri, tilting your neck all the way to see her flying leagues above you. 

She was grinning like a mad woman, eyes alight, positively buzzing with adrenaline. And when she found you staring, her grin only widened, you didn’t know that was possible. 

You met her halfway when she exclaimed. “Good plan!”

She shouted, before heaving a breath. Both of you were struggling to maintain composure, any more second of this break and you were sure the pair of you would drop like flies. 

You could only nod. 

“Keep doing it,” Yeri nodded, before gulping in another breath. “I’ll find you.” 

You nodded again when the whistle sounded off. 

Taking your position, you were a little bit more confident this time around. 

It just so happens that people got wind of your tactic. Players no longer scattered, their attention was attuned to Yeri, ready to dodge the moment she hit. Plus, both the Gryffindor beaters had their eyes on her too. And it definitely didn’t help that she was slowing down. Yeri was too busy defending herself to attack anyone. And you were getting sick of it.

Without thinking, you headed straight towards your chaser, a stray bludger near you while Yeri was busy. Your best friend was too far to catch it after you failed. It was all on you. 

You didn’t think about who the chaser was. 

You didn’t think about where Yeri was. 

You didn’t think about your arm. 

You swung the bat, with all your might. 

A deafening crack popped your ears.

“Did you—Did you see that?! Oh my—Oh, wait!” 

And then Soobin squealed. Like properly. We’re talking at a decibel only dolphins can reach. You wouldn’t have paid him any mind if he hadn’t sounded so ridiculous. You wouldn’t have paid him mind because you were watching your bludger find a Gryffindor chaser. 

Soobin exclaimed something else, though it got drowned out by the crowd. Their cheers. 

And then they gasped because your hit had been deflected. 

But it didn’t matter. You were finally playing the game. 

Grinning, you tried to find Yeri. She was easy to spot since she was waving her bat in circles as she leaned down. 

Switch back to usual tactics is what she signed. 

Finally confident, you leaned down on your broom as well. 

You were playing well. Perhaps, the best you’ve played all week. 

However, you couldn’t ignore the small voice of doubt in the back of your mind. One that pointed out that your hits were constantly being deflected. That they were weak. 

It was as if your mind were split into two, warring against each other. Were you to rejoice at the fact you were playing, finally playing? Or worry about the fact that you were barely attacking the other team? 

Of course, there was a third, smaller part of your mind wondering where the seekers were. After that first hit of yours, Eunbi made herself scarce. From time to time, you’d see something jet past, a green blur just to know it was her. 

Good or not, playing or not, it was evident that you were tiring out. You were one hit away from succumbing to exhaustion. 

Where was Eunbi when you needed her?

You didn't answer the question. A bludger was on its way. 

They hadn’t hit it yet, but from the way both Gryffindor beaters angled themself, you could guess what was about to happen. They were gunning for Yunjin. 

It didn’t really compute. Honestly. 

Even if it did, you doubt you could make sense of any of it over Soobin’s screaming. 

Wind thrashing against your uniform. 

Your broom whistling as it sped. 

Yunjin’s horrified expression, at you or the bludger, you weren’t sure. 

The only thing you knew for sure was that you swung your bat. Hard. 

With both hands. 

Then, you tipped. 

And then, you were falling.

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