#cue solo concert

[livingjust2beoverdramatizing]

a. A small change from song title posters to actual lyric posters

b. SEND HELP, I KEEP PLAYING THIS SONG 24/7

c. My birthday was a few days ago so this is kinda a celebration post (which is why the lyric is out of context for my own agenda and the illustration and colours are my fav things, LOL)

d. I'm very indecisive with the captions, which is why I just put everything :D

[supercantaloupe]

mfw i ask maestro if he needs me at rehearsal on tuesday and he responds by telling me i'm wonderful, i'm always watching and listening, play better than a principal, etc

[ghostofhyuck]

12:00 AM

"Hey hyung, you sure you're not coming?" Jisung asked one last time. 

"Yeah, I'm sure. Thanks Ji," Jeno smiles before switching his gaze at the mirror. 

In a few minutes, Jeno was left alone inside the practice room. He grabs his phone first, it's was almost midnight and his birthday is just a few minutes later. 

But there were no birthdays for him. He's used to spending his birthday practicing and rehearsing ever since he became an idol. That's why this day is just like some of his other birthdays.

Jeno lets out a sigh as he went to the speaker to play his song. For the upcoming concert, he was given the chance to have a solo stage, and he wouldn't want to waste it. His expression became serious as he started grooving along the beat, but midway he stops. 

It wasn't enough, he wasn't satisfied. Jeno wanted it to be sharp and precise. He stomps his way back to the speaker when the lights went off. 

And on cue, he can hear his member's voice. Singing "Happy birthday" in the most teasing, off-beat tune. He could only smile as he sees his members, holding their phone with the flash on. They were piled together until they separated, Jeno was surprise.

"Happy birthday!" it was you. You were smiling wide as you're holding his birthday cake. He was speechless, frozen to see you, especially when you told him that you'll be cramming for your exams. 

"Make a wish!" you shouted once again. Jeno instinctively made a wish then blows the candles. The Dreamies cheered but they were surprise when Jeno grabs the cake and swiftly gave it to them. 

The next thing you knew, you felt a bone-crushing hug from your boyfriend. You earned teases from the members but you could only smile as you hugged him back. 

~Happy Jeno Day!

[sunalee]

jam to my heart — Jay

summary: The handsome guitarist set his eyes on you, and lucky for him, you did the same.

with: Jay (Park Jong-seong)

warnings: rockstar au!, enhypen as a band, jay is a smooth fella, he's charming enough to make my cheeks warm.

a/n: jay with a guitar is such a perfect sight i can't even ratiocinate. Some of the boys aren't metioned, but they're still part of this au.

“C'mon _____, let’s stay on the front so we can see them better!”

Ami calls you out, dragging you through the ’90s themed new pub you’re visiting, “Cords and Jam”. The place is really cool, with black and white checkered floors, red walls with various themed lamps, and posters of classic rock bands. The staff is very friendly, not to mention the drinks and snacks that make you want to spend your whole wallet there.

But the reason you’re here it’s the almost one-year hiatus, not having seen any live show since this period. You miss this environment, the thrill of waiting for the next band to perform, and even the sound check that the musicians do five minutes before the music starts.

Ami told you about this band tonight, Orange Blood. You haven’t heard anything from them yet, but they’re really known on social media for their impressive covers, skilled talent, and very, very, good-looks. 

Rock is great, but a handsome guy playing makes the experience one hundred times better.

She drags you to the front as you both get your bubbling drinks, fortunately not having too many people blocking your path. You don’t mind being in the back of the room, it’s even better to dance there, but you won’t lie, it’s so exciting being right close to the stage, even with the frenetic heartbeats that make you want to take another sip of the drink.

The band finally arrives, five handsome men in their twenties coming in front of the stage. The crowd shouts excitedly, you join them with your own hollering.

“Good night, everyone! I’m Jake, and we are the Orange Blood!” The blonde lead singer announces, a cheeky smile appearing on his face as he hears the crowd’s euphoric cheers.

The drummer, a dark-haired lad with side shaved haircut and looks of a runaway teen, taps four times the drum sticks together, a cue for the other instruments to start playing as well. On Jake’s left side, there’s the keyboard player and the bassist, the two with similar features and exhaling confidence. You heard around their names were Sunghoon and Heeseung. 

But it’s the guitarist on the right side of Jake who catches your attention; suddenly, he’s the only thing you can focus on.

Not only for his great solo at the beginning, but his very charming personality. The way his fingers pluck the strings with such mastery, as if it were as eyes as breathing, his built arms taken by cool tattoo shapes matching with his dark, medium hair, his thin and well cared lips that forms a pleasing smirk whenever he hears a praise from the female crowd. 

And when you hear his smooth, deep voice singing on his microphone, your legs almost give out.

It’s like this man put a spell on you, taking you to a place without time, space or circumstance, all your senses fixed only on him, mind navigating and daydreaming about different scenarios where he’s the main star, and you, his forever partner.

The show was a blast. Everyone had the time of their lives, and Orange Blood for sure would receive a lot of invitations after this concert. The mysterious guitarist wipes his sweating forehead after waving at the crowd, his black regatta clinging on his torso and making him look even more attractive. Unfortunately, he moves away with the rest of the crown, sparing one last glance before going.

That glance goes directly on you.

You don’t know what to think about it, your heart racing and mind numb from the unexpected moment, but before you can try to come up with something, Ami is dragging you by the hand again, leading you to the bar.

She tells you that she’s going to call her friend outside and would be right back. “Don’t accept drinks from strangers” was the last thing she said before leaving. You decide to order another drink, sitting on a free stool there.

You start wondering about what that gaze meant, the sweet flavor of your pinky lemonade helping your mind work even with the pub buzz. But you focus so much on your thoughts, that you don’t notice the main problem right in front of you, brown eyes staring at you with amusement.

“Pinky lemonade?  Sweeter than I thought you would be, huh?” That smooth, dreamy voice wakes you up, making your heart suddenly flips as you finally realize who just sat beside you. He gives you another one of his charming smirks, supporting his jawline on his hand while he extends the other in your direction. “Jay. A pleasure.”

“______.” Best say your name right away than rambling trying to come up with a sentence. “I-It’s nice to meet you too. You played amazing tonight.” You can’t help but blurt your thoughts. 

“You think so?” He tilts his head, looking even more interested now, his eyes following you like a cat gazing at its prey.

You bite inside your mouth, feeling uneasy but not in a bad way. “Yeah, totally.” You nod to your own sentence. Jay tries to hold back a chuckle. “Uh, shouldn’t you be in your dressing room after playing?”

“And lose the party? What’s the fun in that?” He questions, raising his pointer finger to call the barman. “Same thing she’s having.”

Now you can’t help your chuckle. “Are you a sweet man too?” Your interest wins your nerves, showing Jay your playful side that he’ll surely enjoy in the future.

“I don’t like getting drunk. Especially not when I’ve just met a pretty girl like you.” He flirts without shame, making you swoop into his charm so easily that you even forget that you came with Ami here. Not that she wouldn't support you, anyway.

“I don’t know If I should be flattered.” But you’re not hooked enough to be fooled. Whatever this man wants with you, you want to figure it out now.

He gives you a knowing smile, as he just reads you like an open book in front of him. His pinky lemonade comes just in time for his answer, his hand holding the glass but not taking his brown eyes off you.

He wants you to know that feeling too.

“You should be.” He answers honestly, self-confidence boosting around him. “ It’s not every day that I set my eyes on someone special.” He moves to click his glass with yours, taking his time to take a small sip of his drink before leaning close to you, gaze and smirk never faltering.

“And when I find someone special, doll, I don’t lose my chance.”

© sunalee 2024 — all rights reserved.

[mini-jiminie]

Jm’s 2021 Birthday Live

I’ve recently seen a couple of posts on jm’s birthday live from 2021 pop up on my tl. This live has also seemingly sparked some general discussion on 2021 jkk.

So, I’m gonna share my own experience🫶🏽

I remember watching this live in real-time. It started off with typical Jimin antics (which was literally just him exisiting and being the most adorable being on earth). It was his first solo live in a while so, understandably, he was feeling a little bit awkward. Nevertheless, he talked with us, answering some comments, reading birthday wishes and sharing some recent updates. It went on like this for a couple of minutes until he apparently couldn’t take the silence anymore😭

About 10 minutes in, he suddenly goes:

“I’m gonna call someone to guest on this live with me, kay?”

AND THEN, I find myself watching, absolutely stunned, as the man ducks out of frame and crawls (??) under the table to make his call.

At this point, we were just watching the abandoned wheely chair while jm is talking in the softest, most baby tone to whoever is on the other end of the line. I really wanna emphasise his tone cause I’d never heard him talk like that before. Anyways, he continues asking that person to join him on the live and I remember thinking ‘hah it’s probably jk’🤪 (cause literally who else does he speak to like that?)

Jm finally emerges from the depths of the table, asking the other person if he can put him on speaker. Of course, turns out it was jk.

So, jk abandons his work out session with the bros to come keep jm company on his live (someone did the maths💀 and apparently he travelled 15 storeys or something from the hybe gym to get to jm in under 2 minutes). Bro dropped everything as soon as that phone call ended.

(Honestly, I would too if jm was asking so sweetly.)

^^that screencap TAKES ME OUT HAHAHHAHA

Jk shows up and obviously, those two have me cheesing the whole time. Jm slaps a tiddie, soju is brought onto the premises and even hobi comes by.

Now, Hobi’s little visit was interesting. Interesting cause he asks jm “why are you in jk’s studio?😋🤨”.

Now, I didn’t really pay any heed to that. It could’ve just been a genuine question BUT, jm has this reaction that had me raising a brow. He ducks his head and smiles shyly?? Here I was thinking that little offhand comment wasn’t too deep but, apparently it was. He even chokes on his water a little when hobi keeps teasing. Considering jk’s head is out of frame, we don’t know what his reaction was (let’s assume he was smiling. he’s a smiley guy after all:)).

Anyway, they continue until jk has to leave. Cue jm begging him not to and jk replying back with the most indulgent tone abjabsjsjjs. It was so cute.

Anyway, it is as the allegations state, they were insufferable in 2021. The tannies were holding the ptd concerts and, afterwards, those two would always be hanging out together in their hotel rooms (jms words not mine). They were really stuck at the hip and yes, jm went through this seemingly random phase of being uber-shy and bashful around jk.

It was a fun year for us jokers!

[thatdammchickennugget]

Edge Of Great

pairing - mattheo riddle x gn!reader

warnings - soft!matty, band au, not proofread, mention of y/n

a/n - basically the "edge of great" scene from jatp because I'm obsessed with it

wordcount - 1.4k

The soft hum of chatter echoed through the dimly lit room of the Room of Requirement, transformed tonight into a makeshift concert hall. Flickering candles hovered above, casting an ethereal glow over the stage. Your heart raced in rhythm with the thumping of Theo’s drums as you strummed the last few notes of the first song, casting a fleeting glance at Mattheo, who was lost in his own world, his fingers dancing effortlessly over the guitar strings.

Usually, performing with him was exhilarating, a spark of energy that made every song feel like magic. But tonight was different. Ever since you’d come to the startling realization that your feelings for him were more than just friendly, being near him sent your nerves into overdrive. On stage, you found yourself gravitating towards Draco and Enzo, avoiding Mattheo’s gaze and touch like the plague.

Mattheo, however, wasn’t oblivious. He noticed how you only leaned into Draco's playful nudges, how you laughed at Enzo’s exaggerated bass solos, but never once did you meet Mattheo’s eyes or respond to his cues. It gnawed at him, a strange pang of jealousy bubbling up each time you interacted with the others and not him.

As the opening chords of the next song filled the room, he decided enough was enough. He wasn’t sure what had changed between the two of you, but he was determined to bridge the gap. His eyes flicked towards you, determination and a hint of frustration etched in his features. You tried to ignore the burning intensity of his gaze, focusing instead on the lyrics pouring from your lips as you danced over to where Blaise was stood at his keyboard.

But Mattheo had other plans. With a few deft movements, he sauntered closer, the rich timbre of his guitar merging seamlessly with your voice. He played with more fervor, each note a call to you, a plea for your attention. During a calmer moment in the song, he stepped beside you, his guitar emitting a soulful riff that blended beautifully with your vocals.

Then, to your surprise, Mattheo dropped to one knee, never missing a beat as he played a mesmerizing riff. He looked up at you with an irresistible smile, his eyes filled with a mix of mischief and genuine emotion. The proximity sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but glance at him.

The moment your eyes met, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. His gaze was intense, a mix of confusion, longing, and something else you couldn’t quite place. The connection was electric, a silent conversation held in the space between notes and heartbeats. His smile was infectious, making your heart flutter in ways you couldn’t ignore.

You felt the pull, the undeniable chemistry that had always been there but was now charged with your newfound feelings. In that shared moment, the music became a bridge, reconnecting what had been frayed. Mattheo’s fingers moved with purpose, each strum a promise, each riff a declaration.

As the song built to its crescendo, you found yourself moving closer to him, your voice intertwining with his guitar in perfect harmony. The room, the audience, even your bandmates faded into the background, leaving just you and Mattheo, standing on the edge of something great, something profound.

The final notes hung in the air, the echo of your harmonized voices still lingering when the spell finally broke. The soft hum of applause brought you back to reality with a jolt. Your heart was still racing, not from the performance, but from the closeness of Mattheo, the unspoken emotions in his eyes.

Panic surged through you. Without thinking, you took a step back, breaking the connection. Mattheo's smile faltered, confusion flashing across his features as you quickly turned away. The applause grew louder, but it felt distant, like a muffled roar in your ears.

You managed a quick nod towards the audience, mumbling a hurried “thank you” into the microphone before scrambling off the stage. You didn't dare look back, but you could feel Mattheo’s eyes boring into your retreating figure. Your bandmates exchanged puzzled glances, but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t think. All you knew was that you needed to get away, to clear your head.

You slipped through the crowd of students and out the door into the quiet hallway, the cool air a stark contrast to the warmth of the stage. Leaning against the wall, you tried to catch your breath, your mind racing. What had just happened? Why did Mattheo have to make everything so confusing?

Inside the room, Mattheo stood up slowly, the confusion in his eyes turning into a mix of concern and determination. He handed his guitar to Blaise, who gave him a questioning look. “I need to talk to her,” Mattheo muttered, more to himself than to anyone else.

As the applause died down and the rest of the band started packing up, Mattheo slipped off the stage and made his way to the hallway where you had disappeared. He had to understand what was going on, why you were avoiding him, and what that moment on stage had meant. And most importantly, he needed to tell you how he felt, before the fragile magic of the moment slipped away entirely.

You leaned against the cool stone wall, trying to steady your breathing. The confusion and intensity of the moment still coursed through you, making it difficult to think clearly. You heard footsteps approaching and instinctively knew who it was. Before you could prepare yourself, Mattheo rounded the corner, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Hey," he began, his voice softer than you'd expected. "What was that all about?"

You forced a smile, shaking your head as if it was nothing. "Just got a little overwhelmed, I guess. Nothing to worry about."

His brow furrowed, not buying your act for a second. "Overwhelmed? You were avoiding me the whole time on stage. Did I do something?"

You shook your head more vigorously this time, trying to dismiss his worries. "No, Mattheo, you didn't do anything. It's fine. I'm fine."

He stepped closer, his presence both comforting and overwhelming. "No, it's not fine. You won't even look at me. What changed? We used to have this... this connection on stage. Now it feels like you're shutting me out."

Your heart pounded, the walls you’d built around your feelings starting to crumble under his earnest gaze. "It's nothing, really. Just... stressed about the performance."

Mattheo's frustration grew evident. "Stressed? Y/n, I know you. This isn't just stress. Talk to me."

You bit your lip, the words threatening to spill over. "Mattheo, please. Just drop it."

But he wouldn't let it go. "No, I won't. I care about you, and this is killing me. Why won't you let me in?"

The intensity of his words, his eyes, broke through your defenses. "Because I'm scared, okay?" you burst out, your voice cracking. "I'm scared because I realized I have feelings for you and it terrifies me."

The silence that followed your confession was deafening. Mattheo stared at you, stunned, the weight of your words sinking in. "Y/n..."

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. "I didn't want to feel this way. I didn't want to ruin what we have. But seeing you every day, being so close to you on stage, it's been driving me crazy."

Mattheo's expression softened, a flicker of understanding and something deeper in his eyes. "You think you’re alone in this?" he asked gently. "You think I don’t feel the same way?"

Your breath caught in your throat. "What?"

"I've been trying to get your attention all night because I wanted you to see me," he confessed, stepping closer until there was barely any space between you. "I wanted you to see that you're not the only one with these feelings."

The realization hit you like a tidal wave, the confusion and fear starting to dissipate. "Mattheo..."

He reached out, taking your hand in his. "You don't have to be scared. We can figure this out together. We can make this work, on stage and off."

For the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself smile genuinely, a weight lifting off your shoulders. "Together?"

He nodded, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "Together."

The noise of the students and your bandmates packing up in the room behind you faded into the background as you stood there, hand in hand, on the edge of something new, something incredible. The fears and uncertainties still lingered, but with Mattheo by your side, you felt ready to face them, one step at a time.

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LORE DEEPENS

New York sets a new scene for the pirates' storyline

August 4, 2024 (8:54PM)

The recent world tour has seen changes not only in the stage setup but with lore being revealed through performances as well, which have been consistent until an unexpected one time addition during the New York stop combining several members' stages. Clips from this segment of their concerts have been making rounds through social platforms, with netizens reporting on how their acting came to life so realistically that they shed tears over something they did not even fully understand.

The acting scene opened with the maknae draped in silky white garments dancing to an eerily familiar orchestra instrumental, a soft smile across her lips while the members appeared one at a time behind her to join into the choreography. Silence abruptly befalls the stadium while most lights turn black to let the spotlight onto each of the men in the order they arrived, replaying the moment their wings were ripped from them until disappearing into the darkness.

When the lighting came back to its normal setting, the vocalist could be seen chained to the same metal structure as her solo stage yet this time the attire was light blue displaying blood red stains around the shoulder blades whilst feathers of that same color were scattered on the ground. Tears streamed down as the restraints fell, leaving her free to crawl towards the members' bodies laid out across the stage and the bone chilling scream released upon touching the eldest's cheek resonated loudly enough for attendees situated further away to hear. Several beats passed during which her entire demeanor changed; heaving breaths falling into a calmer rhythm while the distressed turned into an almost subtle sadness until her head turned to the camera, her body sinking into a kneeling position as wet eyes stared directly at the lens, the captain's insignia in her hands.

The emotional performance left the audience completely silent until spotlights went out for the final time, giving them time to not only admire the group's acting skills but think about the significance of this rather dark moment as well. It has been implied previously that the blue bird is either closely linked to the young woman or simply her poetic representation in the lore, which is likely why the outfit is of this color while the red stains obviously represent the loss of wings symbolizing freedom. Pieces of the treasure film have suggested that she was involved in every single one of their stories, perhaps even being the one who helped their leader bring them together, and the fact that she is the first in front of the mirror surely represents that.

The hidden detail of a broken hearing aid lodged in her ear did not slip past sharp eyes either, leading to theories about the fact that it further represented the loss of freedom through the inability to hear their music. It has been assured by the vocalist herself that the device was simply painted in such a state as she still requires it in order to keep up with the numerous cues given through the backing track.

While the significance of their many acting performances have not been revealed as of yet, the dedication behind these bleeds through when attendees become unable to tell which are their true emotions. Please continue to support these hard working artists throughout their activities and search for any clues in their upcoming performances.

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[anxious-witch]

My personal highlights of the first Zagreb concert 10/11/2023

Me and @tearsofperseides befriending and low key adopting several teenagers while we waited in line

Robin being dressed very similarly to Jan, despite never seeing his fishnet shirt. He also kept getting tangled into my spiky jackets we both almost fell several times

Seeing all of them in person. I CANNOT explain how hard my heart was beating when they came on stage

I expected Bojan to have an "can't look away" kind of magnetism irl but actually it was JAN

Like. I know we talk about him a lot, but seeing him IN PERSON(and so up close I was internally screaming) is a whole other experience. Few times he glanced towards our side I died, okay?

The way Nace and Jan look at each other is so temder so fucking palpable in person. Also they kept interacting ALL the time. I usually focus more on Bojan but since they were so close it was super obvious

Bojan's interactions (whore tendecies) with everyone, especially Nace. He kept touching him sm dueing the first half

Also Jan's fishnet shirt getting stuck on Nace's guitar (I think?) Twinning moment, 10/10

Bojan's voice is as amazing as you think

Kris singing NGVOT again. No notes.

How much Jan gets into his solos?? I swear he is having a sexual experience with his guitar every time

Our new friend getting to sing Umazane Misli with Bojan because he had a sign. We all cheered so loud and he briefly forgot the lyrics. Same my dude

Robin and me holding hand during "za ruku te držim" and mom of a newly acquired friend taking a picture of it

The pure energy of the crowd and the concert. I swear my heart was beating with the music

When Bojan was doing an introduction to Novi Val and said "-and the world becomes harsher" cue someone throwing something on the stage and narrowling missing him

Jan realizing he stepped on the glasses someone threw at him and picking up broken pieces apologetically

JAN PUTTING HIS FOREHEAD ON NACE'S CHEST DURING A SEM TI POVEDAL IS MY NEW RELIGON

I probably forgot things ngl but. My god it was amazing and I am so emotional and I cannot believe I get to experience it again tomorrow. I love y'all and the world is a wonderful and bright place tonight

[jebewonmorelike]

Mentor? I Hardly Know Her!

wc: 2.6k pronouns: none used; reader belongs to a mixed gender idol group warnings: a couple swears; fluffy fluff; the last sentence is very flirtatious but its just meant to be a joke and obviously so is the title summary: kum junhyeon is totally smitten with planetmaster/idol!reader in this semi-accurate fictional retelling of boys planet episodes 6 and 7 ~bp masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ i literally adore little kum junhyeon

Standing in the hallway in front of an intimidatingly large set of doors, you wring your hands nervously as you wait for further instructions.

This week, you had been asked to participate as something called a "Planet Master" on a new Mnet talent survival show called Boys Planet. Having been an idol for over five years now, you had been asked to make dozens of appearances at award shows, promotional events, concert tours, and fansigns with your group...

But this was your first time being asked to head a solo appearance. Being the leader of your group, as well as the main vocalist and the choreographer, you were used to playing a role similar to that of mentor. At the very least, you had experience providing your members with help, guidance, and oftentimes comfort throughout the past five years.

Waiting inside the set of giant doors was a room full of 51 ambitious boys that wished to shed the label "trainee" and finally debut as an idol.

You remember it like it was yesterday: your life as a hopeful and terribly sleep deprived trainee. It was admittedly unpleasant a good portion of the time, but it ultimately led you to be able to achieve your life's dream.

"We're ready for you in three..." A producer says now, forcing you out of your thought spiral. As he counts two, one, and cue on his fingers, the giant doors begin to open for you to walk through and onto the set.

Planting each lug-sole boot-adorned foot carefully on the ground as you walk forward, you make your best effort to appear as cool as possible as you make your entrance.

You figure eating shit in front of fifty boys on international television is not the best move for your career or your self esteem.

The lights brighten and then dim slightly on the stage to signify your entrance as you finally set your eyes on the group of trainees standing in lines on a set of risers. You watch as the first one spots you, eyes nearly popping out of his head as he points and stares at you in awe.

"Really... REALLY!?" The petite boy shouts, prompting the rest of them to look at you and begin reacting similarly. You stand there a bit awkwardly, mic in one hand and script card in the other. Unable to contain your laughter at the trainees' over-the-top reactions, you bring the script card up to cover your smile.

You clear your throat lightly into the microphone to get the rowdy boys' attention. After a few seconds, the noise finally dies down as the trainees look up at you expectantly with the widest of eyes.

"Hi Boys Planet trainees! I'm leader and main vocalist (Y/N) from Virtual Reality."

"WE KNOW!" One of the boys shouts.

You giggle and continue with your lines. "Today I'm here as a Planet Master to announce your Second Mission and to let you know I'll be helping to evaluate your progress this week. The Second Mission is: Dual Position Battle."

~

You finish your appearance with care and diligence and are asked to stick around to greet each trainee that wishes to meet you. Apparently, every single one of them wishes to meet you and their undying enthusiasm makes it easy for you to happily oblige.

You've seen a few familiar faces so far and wished many boys luck on their journeys, conveying sincerely that you look forward to working with them later this week.

"Congratulations on the win," you say to your old friend Kim Jiwoong. "I look forward to your debut. What is it they say? Third time's the charm?"

He rolls his eyes and laughs, pulling you in for a hug. "I'll make it come true."

As he pulls back, he points behind him to another member of his team this week.

"This is Kum Junhyeon," Jiwoong says, pushing the boy forward. You recognize him now, the silly, but very talented trainee that was always shouting in the first few episodes. A bit of concern seeps onto your face as this usually outgoing boy stares back at you in what appears to be immense fear.

"I'm so scared of you," Kum Junhyeon confirms quite earnestly, causing you to laugh.

"Oh? What's so scary about me, huh?" You tease.

He sighs. "It can be terrifying for a man to unexpectedly come face to face with perfection in his lifetime."

You'd be lying if you said you didn't feel your breath hitch in your throat. Now you're the one staring with wide eyes.

"This kid," Kim Jiwoong scolds, patting his back. "But can you really blame him?"

"Sorry," Junhyeon apologizes, but there's a look in his eye-- a look that is much more like what you're used to seeing on Junhyeon-- that suggests he doesn't really regret his words.

You smile slowly. "Sure you are."

The brightest grin spreads across his face now, clutching his heart a bit in a humorously dramatic display. You laugh as Jiwoong starts to drag him away.

"Why'd you do that, huh? Now we'll never get him to shut up," the older boy whines as he shoots you a death glare. You just wave as you watch Jiwoong and another trainee push a babbling Junhyeon out the door.

~

You've seen eight teams already from the Vocal & Dance and the Vocal & Rap categories. You stuff a granola bar into your mouth as pH-1, Lee Seok-hoon and Choi Young-joon finish filling out notes for the last team.

In the back of your mind, you can't help but wonder why you haven't seen that kid from the other day yet. Isn't he a singer?

The Rap & Dance teams start to shuffle in through the door now as you stuff the wrapper of your granola bar into your bag. The last person to enter is Kum Junhyeon.

He doesn't look fearful today. He looks kind of sad.

"Ggang team, let's go," Young-joon announces, prompting five boys including Junhyeon to stand up.

They line up in front of your little panel, Seok-hoon asking to hear a run-through of their rap and vocals first. As the team performs, all except Junhyeon sing and rap with enthusiasm. His eyes stay locked on his paper as he seems to do only the bare minimum.

When they finish, the Star Masters in the room nod as they think. As they're checking their notes, you turn to Seok-hoon.

"May I say something?" You ask politely, to which Seok-hoon nods enthusiastically.

"Please do," he allows.

You nod, chewing on both cheeks as you look down at your paper. "Kum Junhyeon."

The silence in the room is deafening before Junhyeon finally responds, "Y-... Yes?"

You look up, meeting his eyes now with a completely unamused expression. It takes everything in you to hold it when Junhyeon suddenly returns to looking like Bambi.

"Was this supposed to impress me?"

Junhyeon's mouth falls open slightly and so does everyone else's in the room as they take in your rhetorical question.

"I've been waiting for your performance all day and that was all you've left me to sit with. Am I supposed to feel this insulted? Was that the intention?" You ask, not letting up.

"No, no! Of course not. I'm sorry, sunbaenim," he apologizes and you're sure he's never looked so sad in his life.

"The only form of apology I'll accept is a good performance," you say, now all of your effort going towards suppressing a smile.

He nods vigorously.

"Well, I don't have any other notes," Seok-hoon confirms, nodding at pH-1 in agreement. "Young-joon, are you ready for the dance?"

But Young-joon is staring at you. "Wow... I will pray for your members daily from now on."

You can hear the boys sitting on the left side of the room chuckle. "I think it's important to make sure the most talented people are performing to their potential," you say with a smile, the whole panel turning back to watch the Ggang team's full performance.

As you expected, Junhyeon performs flawlessly-- an energy radiating out of him that is utterly infectious.

"So..." Young-joon starts. "Will you forgive him?"

"Oh, um..."

Looking up, you see Junhyeon biting his lip so hard in anticipation that you're afraid he'll start bleeding.

"Yes," you answer simply with a smile.

Junhyeon suddenly falls to the floor in a full bow. "Thank you, sunbaenim!!"

Everyone bursts into laughter as he sits up, absolutely beaming at you.

You click your tongue, looking around disbelievingly as you can't help but smile back at him. "Just don't do it again, yeah?"

He nods furiously.

"Good job," you praise softly, sinking back into your seat as the Ggang team's evaluation concludes.

~

"Open wide," Kel-C says, popping a piece of caramel popcorn into your mouth lovingly.

On the screen of your dorm's giant television, this week's episode of Boys Planet is coming to an end. This means, your appearance is soon to be aired any second now.

"I can't believe you went without us," Eunwoo whines with a pout. "Do you not need us anymore?"

You laugh, ruffling up the hair of your maknae. "I'll need you for as long as you need me. And maybe then some."

"Yet you're out here getting caught in dating scandals left and right," Mari accuses, scrolling through her phone disinterestedly as she stirs the metaphorical pot.

"What? Left and right!? That's--," you stutter, caught off guard by her statement. "That's hardly true."

"OH MY GOD!" Eunwoo cries, taking both of your hands in his. "You met someone while you were filming!? Who!?"

"Ssh! Look, it's happening!" Kel-C shouts, directing everyone's attention back to the television as music signals the appearance of someone on the stage.

You cover your eyes as past-you comes onto the screen, the elements of the set becoming so hilariously dramatic for your silly little entrance. Mari bursts into laughter and you groan in response.

You watch through your fingers as the camera pans to capture the reactions of the boys. Most of them are appropriately excited to see you, jumping around and shouting with their friends.

But one reaction in particular has you suddenly ripping the remote from Eunwoo's hand, rewinding the show and crawling towards the television to make sure you're hearing and seeing properly.

"Seriously..." Kum Junhyeon stands uncharacteristically still with Taerae and Jongwoo on either side of him. "How am I ever supposed to perform in front of the love of my life?"

Taerae laughs, comfortingly patting Junhyeon's back. "It'll be okay."

The screen cuts to a confessional of Junhyeon. He's biting his lip, almost shy as he speaks to the camera. "(Y/N)-nim has been my crush since Virtual Reality debuted. There's nobody else like (Y/N)."

A producer off camera says, "You looked like you'd seen a ghost."

Junhyeon laughs lightly and then nods. "Unfortunately I couldn't react with proper excitement, because I was so nervous. I hope I can be forgiven for this."

The producer off screen speaks again. "Maybe aegyo will help?"

Junhyeon grins now, his voice becoming child-like and his hands producing two finger hearts. "I'm sorry, sunbaenim! Saranghae!"

You hit the pause button, hugging your knees to your chest tightly as you failingly try to suppress a squeal. What was wrong with him? How could he be so careless? And how could he be so damn cute?

As your members suddenly yank you back towards them, shrieking their simultaneous approvals and disapprovals, all you can hear is that absolutely crazy boy confessing his love for you on international television.

~

"ARE YOU INSANE!?" You yell, smacking Junhyeon's shoulder in the hallway behind the stage.

The mission two show has already begun and any minute now, you are supposed to make your way backstage to introduce the first team: Junhyeon's team.

"Yes," he answers seriously. "Please hit me again."

Your eyes widen, guffawing at the absolute nerve of the kid in front of you. "Junhyeon! Are you really going to be this reckless? Don't you want to debut? You know that people won't vote for you if you keep acting like this."

He nods. "You watched the episode this week."

Unsure of what to say, you just sigh.

"I meant it," he says simply, eyes staring back at you sincerely.

"It doesn't matter if you meant it. You're... Junhyeon, you're so talented. You really have a shot here. Please don't waste it on saying cute things to me."

He smiles. "You think the things I'm saying are cute?"

You can't help but laugh now. "I can't stop you, can I?"

"No," he confirms. "Unless you really want me to. I don't know if you've noticed, but... you haven't actually told me to stop yet."

An exasperated sigh escapes you as you seriously consider hitting him again. "No. I guess I haven't."

He grins. "Do you have your phone on you?"

"Yeah," you say, pulling it out of your pocket. "Why?"

Before you can even react, Junhyeon gently snatches your phone from your hands. He holds it in front of your face for a second to unlock it.

"Hey, what are you--?" As you begin to protest, he finishes typing something and hands it back to you. You look at the screen to see a new contact by the name of Hyeonni.

"You can delete it if you want. But I had to try, right?" He smiles so sweetly that all you can respond with as he walks toward the stage door is:

"Right."

With the Ggang team all lined up on stage, the boys make their individual introductions.

Reading your line from the teleprompter, you direct your attention towards Junhyeon to speak. "Trainee Kum Junhyeon, I heard that the atmosphere was not good when this team was formed. What happened?"

He nods, bringing the microphone closer to his face. "When we got Ggang, I was perplexed," he begins, using his whole body to speak in that classic Junhyeon way. "I thought of the opportunity as a crisis."

You expertly suppress the urge to facepalm.

~

As the Ggang performance begins, you watch from offstage as the team shows off their talents. Junhyeon's choreography and all of the members' raps are absolutely killing with the audience. But you're ripped out of your spell of admiration when you hear someone suddenly shout:

"SUNBAENIM!" Junhyeon yells, pulling up his shirt to reveal a t-shirt underneath with a set of washboard abs printed on it. A camera is on you immediately, trying its best to caption your reaction and you're absolutely sure it's TV-worthy.

"Do you think this is too reckless!?" Junhyeon sticks the hem of his over shirt in his mouth as he proceeds to "seductively" gyrate his hips.

Both of your hands are covering your gaping mouth, eyes wide as you're unable to look away from the absolute maniac of a man on stage. Junhyeon turns around, humorously sticking his butt out and wiggling it around.

You find yourself unable to contain your laughter now, shaking your head in disbelief at the boy's impossible antics. Yet, in an instant, Junhyeon returns to his professional self, completely annihilating a dance break and singing perfectly the funny new lyrics he wrote.

In the confessional from the episode you'd watched this week, Junhyeon had said there was no one else like you. You wonder now if he knows the same is true about him.

After the performance is finished, you run out the backstage doors into the hallway. You only have a minute or so to pull out your phone before you have to go back inside to introduce the next group of contestants. But its enough time to send your new contact a text:

You're a fucking enigma.

Smiling like an absolute idiot, you send a follow-up:

Dinner's on me if you show me what's really under the shirt.

[kallesque]

the conflict of the mind — one.

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╰┈➤ dottore x reader: the patronage system is hardly kind towards aspiring musicians despite all its benefits… and when you accept the Second Harbinger as your patron, you start to feel as if you may be in over your head. FIC MASTERLIST HERE.

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𖤐 Gloved fingers clamp down on your jaw and the words freeze in your throat, the blood in your veins turning to ice. He squeezes, a silent warning. “Do not forget who it is that you are speaking to, Composer.”

Evening finds you leaning over the piano, sheets of paper strewn on your lap and the music desk. Staves spill over the parchment, black lines beginning with clefs and scribbled over with notes. Your brows furrow, drawn tight together, frustrated as you play the same phrase again with your right hand. It sounds hollow, empty— chords are experimented with and discarded in irritation, your eyes shadowed from lack of sleep and lips dry.

Today, your work is far from satisfactory.

You suppress the urge to throw down the pen in your other hand; the ink would stain your clothing and splash across the keys. A poor reflection— not just of you, but of your patron as well. After all he’s provided for you, well, who are you to shun that benevolence? You set it down instead on the music desk, swallowing a sigh.

In many ways, you suppose you should consider yourself lucky. It’s not often that an aspiring musician would be taken in full-time by a patron, and even less so one as high-profile as yours. You’re acutely aware of the liberties you’re given that others could only dare to dream of, and you are grateful. 

Still, the unease never truly lifts.

You’d known of him before he’d known of you— but who didn’t? The Harbinger ranked second to none but the Captain, Il Dottore had been the last person you’d expect to dabble in the patronage system. You know of his reputation, the violence that blackens his name, hands stained with blood and a mind as brilliant as it is terrifying. He follows your nation’s Archon, the Tsaritsa— but there are always whispers in the undercurrents. Of his own goals, a ravenous pursuit to unseat divinity at its core. The veins of a rumour about how he built a God. 

You are right to fear.

He’d chanced across one of your solo rehearsals, alone in an empty concert hall. You’d been unaware of the wolf lurking in the corner, awash in a reverie, exhaustion forgotten in favour of the melody at your fingertips. You’d needed no sheet music nor cue to keep you steady, inspiration the driving force coaxing the music from your hands, from you, lost in your own creation.

Then the devil had stepped out from the shadows and offered you a prospect so tempting you couldn’t resist. Il Dottore had watched as you bid the other musicians in your troupe goodbye, expression unreadable behind the birdlike mask he wore. You’d wondered if he scorned the tears in your eyes as you squeezed their hands and stepped away, if the signs of your sentiment disdained him. 

Then again, if it was emotion he was averse to, why would he employ you? 

It was far too early to make assumptions then, you deduced, fingers tightening around the handle of your cello’s case as you approached him. He merely observed you, a quiet ‘hm’ slipping from his lips as he noticed this— musicians who couldn’t afford to specialise in a single instrument usually had to take up a few others in order to appeal to their audience’s differing tastes. To your relief, he’d said nothing, simply beckoning you to follow.

Eyes wide, adrenaline racing with both a thrill and a threat, he’d stolen you away before the day was over.

But he’s not a bad patron. The patronage system is a curse as much as it is a blessing, musicians forced to adhere to their employer’s decisions, artistic autonomy inhibited by the desires of their patrons. Neglected and subjugated to someone else’s whims. 

The first week, you’d half-expected him to do the same. Exploitation was a large risk you were well-aware of, but you’d have done anything for a chance to further your own work beyond the musical troupe you’d been in prior. Even if it meant being put to work like a common servant at times.

Yet for the most part, Dottore leaves you to your own devices, and you are treated well. The salary he pays is ridiculous, truly, far beyond what you even need to keep yourself clothed and your instruments in tune. Even the grand piano in the music room he’s allotted to you is a beautiful thing, sleek wood glossed in ebony and a haunting, rich sound. You’d been almost scared to touch it, but what good was an instrument left unused? 

He offered no musical direction, no instruction nor order, and you were allowed to play what you wanted, to study and write melodies of your own dictation.

But with that lack of command came expectation, weighing silently upon your shoulders. 

Surely he expected something. It had to be a test, a means of proving yourself worthy of some unspoken standard. The longer he leaves you to your whims, the more the pressure builds. A bird expecting a cage does not spread its wings.

It’s been a month since your arrival.

A chord rings out, jarring.

You grit your teeth, fighting your rising agitation. Hours of playing have begun to take their toll on you, hands and wrists aching with the strain of over-practice, neck stiff as you roll your shoulders back. You don’t remember the last time you ate, hunger carving you hollow and numb instead of paining you. Perhaps it’s for the better. You lick your lips, smoothing moisture back into the cracks, fingers aching as you turn the page and start from the beginning. If you could just find what went wrong—

You’re broken out of your stupor when a figure at the door steps in, boots echoing on polished wood. Unmistakable. 

Fingers fall still on ivory keys, your back straightening as anxiety spikes, sharp and hot. You raise your head, the final echoes of a sonata ringing into deafening soundlessness, and turn towards your patron.

Dottore is staring at you, and though his gaze is veiled by that cursed mask, you can feel it as he drags his gaze slowly from your face down to your hands— there’s nothing truly wrong with the action, but you shiver nonetheless, his presence plucking at your nerves like the strings of the cello propped up in the corner. 

It reminds you that you have yet to showcase your ability in the other instrument for him— you have yet to play for him at all, save for the singular rehearsal he’d spectated that landed you here in the first place. 

Your breath is shallow, your shoulders tense with fear— anticipation? For what?

Why am I here? you want to ask. 

Why are you here?

Instead, you hold your tongue, unwilling to speak before being spoken to. You have no idea if turning your back on a Harbinger is a sign of poor etiquette, but you bow your head in acknowledgement and cast your eyes back to the piano again, trying desperately to ignore the suffocating presence, the eyes fixed on you. 

When you play through the notes again, the melody is shaky, disjunct. You break down halfway through the first page and even the recovery lacks confidence. Even though you can’t see his face and he’s the only person representative of an audience in the room, humiliation burns at your cheeks, eyes stinging as you stubbornly hold back tears. You will not cry.

Before you can continue, his fingers are curling around your wrist and you’re yanked away, scrambling to adjust before you fall off the piano bench. “Enough.” 

Dottore’s voice is raspy and irritated, making your heart stop. He seems to glower down at you for a few moments, dropping your wrist. Stepping back, he surveys the room— eyes scanning the pages before you and stacked to the side. He can tell that the music you’ve written is harmonically pleasing, notation neat and values perfect. He’s witnessed you play, but this is far from the person he’d beheld weeks ago. 

You had been exuberant, alive beyond anything he could create. He observed you held no Vision, yet the way you played was nothing short of divine revelation itself. The way your eyes slid shut as your fingers danced across the keys— he knew how inspiration felt, yet it still transfixed him, curiosity rooted in the cavity of his chest, spreading. 

It was not like his.

His was madness and the hunger for knowledge, mania driving his sleepless nights of research and experimentation. Violence was merely a stepping-stone to his end goals, even if he did delight in the carnage sometimes. Genius, even if it was twisted.

You held the same passion, he could tell. But it was different and he wanted to know more, to dig his fingers deep into the nuances of your mind and learn all he could. But this— the tears glittering in your eyes, the severity of your posture in the aftermath of your failure, clearly frightened— was not what he had employed you to observe.

His next sentence is frustrated, whatever he’d expected clearly left unfulfilled. “These aren’t the results I thought you would produce, Composer.”

Despite it all, you feel a flicker of vexation. What did he even expect? “Lord Harbinger, if I may be so bold,” you intone quietly, fingers curling into fists, “do you have any idea how your patronage of me is supposed to operate?”

He scowls, the twist of his lips the only thing visible. Absently, you notice a thin scar running diagonal across his cheek, starting from under the mask. “I am aware of how these partnerships typically go,” he responds, voice curt, “but I have no use for you in any other areas. 

“Furthermore, I fail to understand the necessity of limiting you in your work as it would limit what you could create and express. I expected inspiration, passion. Am I wrong?”

You’re in disbelief, his flippant dismissal of your confusion igniting something that smothers your anxiety in favour of exasperation. “Yes,” you snap, animated for the first time since he’s stepped foot into the room, voice rising in anger, “do you truly presume that spending my days and nights working ceaselessly towards a standard you have yet to clearly define for me sparks any sort of innovation? What am I to do, Lord Harbinger, other than idle around in your hallways like a ghost?”

Gloved fingers clamp down on your jaw and the words freeze in your throat, the blood in your veins turning to ice. He squeezes, a silent warning. “Do not forget who it is that you are speaking to, Composer.”

You go completely still, fear surging up again and crashing into you like a wave. Your heart slams against your ribcage and you hope you’re still breathing, because Dottore’s face is mere inches from yours, the sharp point of his mask jabbing into your cheek harshly enough to break skin. You can feel the sting of it when blood wells up and trickles down your face, but he doesn’t pull away. 

Too petrified, you don’t respond. You’re acutely aware of how he could crack your jaw if he squeezed a little tighter, how your friend had looked at you with worry and whispered to be careful, the Second Harbinger was not to be trifled with, disrespect was intolerable—

When he kills you, you silently pray that he won’t be too cruel with it.

Yet a second passes, then another, and nothing happens. Dottore stares at you for a long, final moment, before his fingers loosen and he steps away, tone gruff. “Although, I understand your perspective,” he admits begrudgingly, “so I will allow your lack of reverence to pass this once. Understand?”

“You forget I am not your subordinate,” you mutters before you can stop yourself, hand rising to wipe at the blood on your cheek. The temperature seems to drop a few degrees as you wince immediately after, bracing yourself for his rage.

But this time, Dottore smirks. “Yet you call me Lord Harbinger like any other.”

You grit your teeth silently, willing your expression to stay neutral, and narrow your eyes at him. He actually snickers at that, the sound sending a shockwave along your nerves.

“Have you eaten?” he asks suddenly, and the abrupt turn in the conversation gives you whiplash. You blink, a little confused, the last of your adrenaline ebbing away. “What?”

“Clearly not,” Dottore continues right on as if you hadn’t spoken, assessing you. “Not for almost two days, at least. Hydration has been minimal, too.”

Behind the mask, his eyes sweep over your hands and wrists, noticing the slight tremble in them; he exhales, aggravated. “If this is how you operate when left by yourself, I’ll have to make adjustments to your routine. Come with me.”

Dottore is moving before your mind fully catches up, crooking a finger at you. You bristle at his arrogance as you get up and follow after him hurriedly, forgetting to take your music scores with you. “Wait—”

“You’ll eat with me from now on,” he states dismissively, and your eyes widen. Clearly, this was not how you expected anything to go. “During your free time outside of your work, you will assist me in the laboratory.”

So, not put to work like a common servant, then.

Though given what you’ve heard about the Doctor’s experiments, this may be a worse outcome.

Dottore turns to you when he realises you’ve paused, voice dry. “Composer.”

You mumble an apology and quicken your pace, still half-dazed from the day’s events. Archons.

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Satoru, Suguru, Sukuna, and Choso in a Rock Band AU... I need my brain to shut up about this and I need to quell my thirst!

✨ masterlist ✨

I could have used J-Rock artists as prime reference, but... listening to my own playlist got me into this mess.

The band lineup in my head:

Sukuna on Drums

Choso on Bass Guitar

Suguru as Lead Guitarist & Main Backup Vocalist

Satoru as Rhythm Guitarist & Lead Vocalist

All of them can scream sing and growl, but...

Sukuna is the best at death growling + gutturals. Think Nergal from Behemoth.

Choso is a false chord scream king. Plus, for some reason, he sings like Corey Taylor in my head.

Suguru is 100% a pro at fry screaming. Also sings like Alex Varkatzas probably.

Satoru probably screams and growls like Andy Biersack or sings like M. Shadows or David Draiman... I can't decide. Although, can 100% picture him belting out The Vengeful One.

Anyways...

Satoru and Suguru are power duo lyricists... Like, they're so good at writing songs together. The themes in each album always defer, but they're really good at hammering in a message (subtle or overt) into every song.

Also also, picture Satoru and Suguru singing into a mic onstage, taking the entire crowd hostage with those never-declining face cards, fingers flawlessly gliding over the frets, pressing on the strings, playing their guitars in perfect harmony. 😩 LAWRD HELP ME, I WANT THEIR TONGUES IN MY MOUTH. 😭

Them playing these guitar solos on 3:21 - 3:55... Satoru doing rhythms at 3:21 and Suguru comes in at 3:36...

From debut, Satoru became extremely popular for never showing people his full face. The fans have never seen his eyes. Yes, he performs with a blindfold on, and during interviews, his eyes are always covered by his signature dark sunglasses.

His eye reveal was in a music video. It played a part skyrocketing the band's fame. And when the band performed live after that music video, Satoru is playing onstage without a blindfold or sunglasses on. Cue the infinite rizz.

Fans always rave that Satoru looks so innocent and cute when his eyes are on full-display (man belongs in a romcom movie) and he's not performing or screaming like a demon into the microphone.

Even after the eye reveal, Satoru still performs with a blindfold on most of the time, and he takes it off with extra flair and drama when the fans ask for it during a concert.

Satoru is very playful when interacting with fans -- a far cry from his onstage persona.

Also, fans are so tickled and pleased that for all his screaming and growling in songs and concerts, Suguru is actually very soft-spoken when he's just talking normally.

Suguru has a tongue piercing and the sexiest dragon tattoo sprawled across his back.

Need I mention the fans love the way Suguru says Satoru's name? Even in this AU, the fans ship SatoSugu. 😝

Suguru is also the one band member who gives insightful answers during interviews. Like, it's always deep with him, much to Choso and Satoru's amusement, and Sukuna's irritation.

Speaking of Sukuna...

Sukuna never wears a shirt during concerts. He has tattoos and he's showing them off like no one's business. Imagine him pounding at those drums, tattooed face, chest, and arms in full display, eyes blazing, tongue out and everything. [DON'T YOU WANT TO LICK HIM? 😜]

Sukuna's the drummer, but he has a microphone too, because he's the best at death growling and they have songs where they get into that.

No one plays drums like Sukuna can. It's a running gag in their fandom that Sukuna had four arms in another life because how in the fuck can he do what he do?

Sukuna is also famous for getting shit-faced before an onstage performance. For some reason, he plays perfectly fine even when he's inebriated or high. It's a flex! 😩

By contrast, Choso and Suguru eat super healthy.

Satoru is always on a sugar-high. Did we expect anything less?

Satoru and Suguru will write really dark songs and they will hand over the vocals to Sukuna, because it fits him so well. Kinda like this:

Satoru may be lead vocalist on paper, but all the boys in this band can sing, and they're all hot when they do it. 😝

The fans love it when Choso goes apeshit on the microphone. I imagine him singing this and it's a treat every fucking time!

Choso is baby. 😝 He's so cute and always looks out for everyone behind the scenes. The band has filmed backstage documentaries before, and the fans who've seen those love Choso so much because he takes care of all the members.

Choso plays bass and each time he has a solo in the song, it's a guaranteed eargasm. 😩🙏 Can he finger me the way he fingers that bass please?

Choso is so sweet to the fans... Always gives them attention even when he's not supposed to. (e.g., when he leaves his house and he finds them outside the gate). He just can't be mean!

Satoru and Suguru are fan service kings! Like during concerts, they don't shy away from getting super close to the crowd. They're also multi-tasking kings, because imagine playing an instrumental solo, singing, and doing crowd work at the same time.

The four of them are trolls! Satoru and Sukuna are the biggest trolls and menaces. Suguru goes along with whatever Satoru wants, and Choso tries and fails to be responsible.

They are well aware of the baseless rumors around their songs and performances (that they're spawns of hell, they worship the devil, etc.), and they play into it to annoy the haters some more and give them fodder. Hate comments are free publicity apparently.

Dating any one of them will either be fun and chill, or just outright chaos. No in-between.

I don't think Sukuna would date anyone though. He strikes me as a pump-and-dump type of man. Hooking up with him means a grand time in the sheets, but it's only good until he gets bored. After he gets bored, it's done. Bye!

Choso would treat you right, no questions. He makes time and does whatever you want to do. You want to workout with him? Okay! You want your own personal concert? Why, of course! You want time for private getaways? He's booking first class plane tickets to a vacation destination of your choice. You want to learn how to play bass guitar? "Come here, Darling. Let me show you."

With Satoru and Suguru, it's a toss up. Mostly because I think it will have to take someone super special (a person who isn't easily cowed and who loves either of them so much) to get either of them to fall in love. When they fall in love with their S/Os though, they're all in.

Dating Satoru or Suguru in this situation means having rock songs written about you. It's one of their love languages in this AU.

I also don't know what their band would be called. 😝

[thematchmakeramethyst]

Trolls Band Together: The Junior Novelization Summarize and *Thoughts

This post may contain spoilers….

Warning, you are about to be spoiled.

This is your last chance, if you wish to turn back or take in the risk.

Here it is…Enjoy, Ame Gems.

*The book mentioned the day when Brozone separated happened before the Bergens captured the Pop Trolls. That’s hard to believe because it wouldn’t explain why John Dory was bossy to his brothers. His authoritarian nature is because of Brozone's parents' death at the hands of the Bergens. The death of their parents changed John Dory to try to act like an adult, and the pressure of looking after his brothers made him what he was. And his craving for perfection, maybe his thought of what parents wanted for their children. It also explains why the brothers would fight a lot; they try to hide their sorrow of losing their parents through rage. John Dory was the cause of their breaking up.

Brozone prepares for their concert while John Dory directs his brothers to follow his lead. Their Perfect Family Harmony was so powerful that it made them create mistakes, thus ending their concert in tragedy. JD, Spruce, and Clay begin to fight before they leave. Floyd decided to go for a solo career but said he’d come back. And, of course, it cuts to when Branch and Poppy get ready for Bridget and King Gristle’s wedding.

*Miss Maxine may be the justice of the peace despite her name being Aunt Smead.

John Dory arrived as soon as the wedding started. He’s happy to see Branch again before introducing himself as his brother.

*It was funny how Poppy referred to John Dory as the Old One. (considering him the eldest of Brozone)

John Dory mentioned he got a letter from Floyd, who was captured by Velvet and Veneer in Mount Rageous. He went there and found Floyd in a diamond prison. Seeing the Perfect Harmony will be able to break him free, JD searches to find the brothers. With Poppy and Branch coming along, JD summons Rhonda, his armadillo-like van. But before they left, Bridget and Gristle quickly married and started their honeymoon on a motorcycle. Meanwhile, at Mount Rageous, the evil Velvet and her follower brother, Veneer, are being interviewed on the Bop on Tp by Kid Ritz.

*Mention how they are overnight superstars. They must’ve kidnapped Floyd during the time they started their career. And how did they find him? Floyd may have visited Mount Rageous during his solo career to perform there. And that’s when they saw him. Velvet and Veneer are known as Rageons….Yeah, another way to say the Mommy LongLegs tribe ☹️

Their assistant, Crimp, is like the head of the straw boom but three times the size of the average Troll. She’s mistreated by Velvet the most, analyzing how self-centered she is for the spotlight and fame. She knows how to hide her true evil nature with her face. Veneer follows Velvet like a minion despite feeling guilty for what he’s doing to Floyd. He even looked sorry for him.

*FloydxVeneer?

It turns out that Velvet sent John Dory the letter to have all of Brozone. Crimp is highly unaware that the stealing talent Diamond perfume bottle is sucking the life out of Floyd. Back on Rhonda, Tiny Diamond somehow joined in the party.

*JD accepted Poppy as Branch’s girlfriend…Brotherly approved: the 1st one is checked

 John Dory got a postcard from Spruce with no signature or return address. And as if on cue, the sunset was on the horizon. JD takes the wheel, so they fall into the sea, and they reach Vacay Island. While going through the Rock Climbing Jungle, they meet the locals, giant water balloon puppets creatures, and Beach Ball Birds.

*I call them the Vacays.

Anyway, the adult Spruce, now known as Bruce, is surfing the wave before going to his cantina(Bruce & Sons & One Daughter) without knowing they are following him. Upon seeing them, he ignores John Dory, happily tosses Branch, and gives him a wet willy.

*His grudge against his older brother is deep. And Branch, even if you are an adult, your brothers babying you is their job.

We soon meet Brandi, Bruce’s wife, and their 13 children. Hearing how Floyd was captured, Bruce suggests calling the authorities, until hearing about him being in a diamond prison, the perfect family harmony it is to save Floyd.

*It’s clear that Bruce and Branch are brothers since they were both pressured by Poppy and Bruce’s children to sing. FYI, the children got some pink eye.

With Brandi in charge of the restaurant and the children, Bruce takes off with his two brothers, Poppy and Tiny Diamond. Back at Mount Rageous, Velvet and Veneer will do a dress rehearsal. Of course, Velvet wants a spritz of Floyd's talent, which Floyd and Veneer stopped. Her brother even notices that Floyd is looking transparent.

*Veneer is too concerned about Floyd…Hmmm?

Veneer suggests practicing for the Rage Dome show, but Velvet is a lazy bum who wants the easy way. Back with the heroes, Bruce mentioned how his kids love to listen to Veneer.

*Yeah, it's better for him to be loved than Velvet.

The radio mentioned Velvet and Veneer performing at the Rage Dome for their Lifer Award tomorrow night. Without any time to spare, Rhonda goes into Hustle Mood while following the smell of Funderdrawers. They arrive at Putt-Putt Village, the old Bergen Hole in Fun. The Putt Putt Trolls have a vast hatred for Bergens. Soon, Clay came, saying he co-run the place with Viva.

*He cutely touches Branch’s face…Maybe to squeeze his cheeks.

Viva soon realizes that Poppy is her long-lost younger sister, and they begin to hang out together. However, Viva wants Poppy to stay forever because of her issues with Bergens. So she tries to trap them in Putt-Putt Village, but they escape. At Velvet and Veneer’s Rage Dome dressing room, they are preparing themselves for the show. Crimp created the Diamond outfits so they could steal Brozone's talent. Now, knowing what will happen to Floyd, Velvet locks Crimp in the closet. Floyd tries to fake death. Thinking his death was confirmed, they tried to flush Floyd down a toilet. Veneer says that his favorite thing about Floyd is how he made him famous

*As if they were flushing down a dead pet fish, cruel.

But Floyd takes this chance to try and escape. Once Veneer catches him, they have a heart-to-heart talk. Veneer takes his words but is still controlled by Velvet. Back with heroes, the four brothers and Poppy try to practice, but it doesn't go well. It ends up with John Dory, Bruce, and Clay fighting each other. John Dory mentions he can’t be responsible as the leader and eldest brother.

*Maybe he says he can’t take it as a parent leader. He’s still suffering from his parents' death.

Branch gets in between and mentions about Floyd’s life. But when John Dory said about everyone going back their separate ways, Branch snapped at how he wanted his family back together. With Tiny stopping Rhonda, Branch continues to rant about his troubles after his brothers are gone and how they treat him like a baby. He throws away his bunker map to reveal that he made his bunker for himself and his brothers while he went to save Floyd by himself. John Dory, Bruce, and Clay begin to look guilty as Poppy and Tiny follow Branch.

*I bet it's going to hit hard on the movie screen.

Meanwhile, Gristle and Bridget stumble upon Putt Putt Village, where they get captured. Mission impossible time once the three arrived at Mount Rageous as they went and found Floyd. But he warned about Velvet and Veener’s plan. Once they showed up, the heroes hid and found Rhonda in the twins' arms with JD, Bruce, and Clay trapped in the shoulder pads. With Rhonda in the closet, Floyd is placed in Velvet’s suit. With Crimp and Rhonda on the three heroes' side, they go after the villains to save Branch’s Brothers. Back with Gristle and Bridget, they’re pulled to their doom by the chomping clown. But Viva came in and stopped knowing about Bridget from Poppy. Back out on Mount Rageous, Velvet and Veneer are confronted by the group led by Branch. The car chase starts with Velvet and Veneer performing on their vehicle and goes to their yacht. But Viva, Gristle, and Bridget made it in time to help the heroes. By taking John Dory, Bruce, and Clay out, the evil twins go onto the tower of their yacht to do an encore, Velvet’s idea, but Veneer is worried about Floyd’s life. With Crimp cutting off the sound of the yacht, Branch, his three eldest brothers sing with Poppy and Viva. With the cameras on them, the Rageons loved Brozone over Velvet and Veneer as Bridget and Gristle get on the yacht. The magic of the Family Harmony made the Trolls, even Floyd’s prison, float out from Velvet’s costume. But while trying to get it back, it was intense. With Floyd singing along, the Family Harmony was so strong that it caused an explosion of magical musical energy to break the brothers’ prisons and make the evil pair fall into the rivers. With Floyd all transparent, his brothers gathered around him to see if they were too late. But he returned with his colors, well by 90%, with his hair slightly white.

*the Family Harmony was so powerful that his musical talents returned.

Velvet tries to sing but sounds horrible when the twins come out of the river. Veneer, having enough of her nonsense, confesses their crimes to their people. Putting her sister in handcuffs, standing up for himself for the first time.

*I knew he would redeem himself.

But Crimp puts him in handcuffs cause he is still corporated with Velvet’s plans. So, the twins were both arrested.

*I’m glad Veneer decided to pay for his crimes. I think once he’s out of prison, he’ll become an honest singer and maybe have a decent friendship with Floyd. ;-)

Then Broppy kiss on the lips, with everyone going to Vacay Island for Brozone to perform. Poppy and Viva join in their performance.

*Branch proposed to Poppy to join in the band….That’s a relief because I wasn’t ready for a Broppy marriage. I hope Clay x Viva will happen, even Floyd x Veneer, in the future. But I prefer Brozone being just the main five guys, with Poppy and Viva featuring. I’m sure Viva met Peppy, and he thought she was dead during the escape.

DREAMWORKS, WHY DO YOU HAVE TO RELEASE THE MOVIE ON NOV 17!?!?!?!? IT’S YOUR FAULT I HAVE TO DO THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!

I was right about the cause of John Dory's bossy nature. Check it out, Ame Gems. https://dreamworks.fandom.com/wiki/Trolls_Band_Together

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Time Out [Bang Chan x Reader]

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You've been childhood best friends for years. Pet names, Skinship, and Bickering were the norm between you. On the last day of the concert, something unexpected happened.

"You're so fucking annoying," he murmured, kissing your palm. He pinned after you for years but you didn't notice the signs. "You were blind, yet you called me the blind one," he sulked, kissing your wrist.

"Skinship and pet names are our norm, how was I supposed to distinguish between the two," you said, poking his dimples.

🔗https://archiveofourown.org/works/40766715

🌹CW:

Confessions|Oral Sex|First French Kiss|First Time|Dynamics Play|Aftercare

💌 This is a work of fiction, I by all means don't force ship anyone. They have the right to love whomever they want.

🍄Wordcount: 6.2K

Sounds of cheers pervaded the arena, bass boomed from the loudspeakers. The crowd went wild, lights flashing with light sticks in their hands. Adrenaline is pumped into your veins sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your head only to see your childhood best friend pressing his tongue against his inner cheek, grinning at you. You scoffed, a smile curling your lips. You nodded gently, acknowledging his gesture. Chan licked his lips, suppressing a smile. He bounced on his heels, looking at his members with fondness in his eyes. You snickered at his reaction, closing your eyes, and allowing the music to sway your body naturally.

Chan looked back in your direction, his breath hitching as his gaze focused on your figure. Jisung looked around, searching for his leader and snorted when he followed his gaze. Jisung held back a laugh, threatening to burst. "Channie hyung, it's your cue," he whispered, instantly snapping him out of his daydream. Chan shook his head, chuckling nervously as his fingers plucked at the strings of his guitar. The familiar weight under his fingertips as he played, You opened your eyes, scoffing when you saw Chan biting the corner of his guitar pick. You rolled your eyes half-heartedly, it wasn't the first time and it definitely wouldn't be the last. Bad habits are hard to die.

You pressed your tongue against your back molar as the current song slowly fades into a mellow one. The soft guitar strums resonated in the background, and a subtle smile unconsciously appeared, knowing where the next song would lead. You found yourself humming to the tunes, lyrics burned into your memory. Your body swayed as your vision fixed on a certain male in your life, licking your dry lips as he sang with desperation oozing through the verse. You asked him numerous times before, what inspired such a heartwrenching song, but each time he responded that it's just a narrative.

The chorus began to build, "Red, blue and purple on top. Above that, we are in love. The light is so bright even in the middle of the night. And I assume that you are the light. The aurora that you gave me. Always shines' purple, even when it passes by me," Chan sang, his eyes meeting yours. You gulped when he looked in your direction as if dedicating his verse to you. "I got this on my way, AuRoRa, It cross over my head, Go ahead," Jisung sang, an underlying growl covering every syllable. The crowd went feral and you could understand why. You exhaled shakily, and deep down you knew your cheeks were flushed,

The post-chorus of the second verse came to an end, you watched as Chan strummed his guitar, walking with confidence lacing each step. Chan walked to the centre stage for the bridge, biceps flexing with each stroke. Goosebumps covered your arms, each time you heard his solo. It never failed to send a shudder through your body. You inhaled sharply, shaking your hands to dispel the chills crawling on your skin. Chan bit his lower lip, closing his eyes as he immersed himself in the song. He lifted his guitar, strumming the last chord as Jisung clutched his stand mic to sing to the ending chorus. The crowd screamed their heart out to the last song of the night.

Chan exhaled with an adrenaline-filled smile, chest heaving with each breath. He ran his fingers through his damp hair, pushing it back. He looked in your direction once again, reminding you of a lost puppy as he bit the inside of his cheek. You laughed at his expression, nodding in amusement as you clapped slowly. Chan chuckled, bowing dramatically, making the crowd behind you scream at his gesture. You shook your head, sighing with a grin. The members joined hands, bowing respectfully as they say their thank yous, ending their show for the night. You waited for the crowd to disperse before making your way backstage.

Loud laughter rang out, and you chuckled under your breath, knocking on the door, You heard the room instantly go silent, and then a frantic stumbling ensues. Your eyes widened as a sudden dull thud sounded against the walls. Chan opened the door, leaning his elbow against the doorframe, smiling through gritted teeth. You looked at him "Is everything alright?" you asked, trying to look past his large figure blocking the door, Chan followed your gaze, tucking his lower lip between his teeth. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Chris," you said, warningly, looking up at him. Chan swallowed nervously "Yeah?" he asked, clearing his throat as his voice cracked.

You pressed your tongue against your inner cheek, not giving him the chance to avert his gaze "What are you hiding, Christopher?" you asked, taking notice that his ears taint red. Chan shook his head in exasperation "Nothing, nothing at all. Why would I hide anything?" he stuttered, making the mistake of shifting his position. You seized the opportunity to slip into the room but before you could, Chan wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Your breath got caught in your throat, only letting out a surprised squeak.

Chan hooked his chin on your shoulder, "You really should pay attention to the signs, sweetheart," he whispered, letting his biceps press against your sides. Blood rushed up your neck, "Uh-huh, sure. Can you let me go?" you asked, resisting his grip. Chan chuckled as his lips grazed your earlobe "I don't know, should I?" he whispered, tightening his hold, You nodded your head "Yes, you should," you stated, saying the obvious as you tried to break free. He chuckled lowly, smirking against your ear "Say please?" he whispered, sending shudders throughout your body.

You bit your tongue, "Don't cross the line, Christopher," you threatened, craning your neck to glare at him. He stared down at you, a smug grin etching his lips. Dimples, appeared as he grinned. Your breath hitched, unconsciously holding your breath as he kept his gaze on you. "Sweetheart, all you have to say is please," he teased, smirking against your cheek. "Fuck off," you snarled, writhing in his grip. He chuckled, chest rumbling against your back "Now, now darling. All you have to say is please and I'll let you go," he said, pressing his back against the wall behind him.

You clenched your jaw "Please," you murmured as blood rushes to your cheeks, turning them dusty pink. Chan grinned, leaning his face next to yours "I'm sorry, I couldn't quite hear you," he teased, nibbling on your ear. You scoffed, rolling your eyes, taking a deep inhale "Please," you repeated louder this time, hoping he'd let you go and not ask you to beg again. Chan paused for a moment, causing a whine to escape your throat. He laughed, releasing his grip "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" he asked, gently patting your cheek.

You gritted your teeth, "I fucking hate you," you seeth, pouting as you glared. Chan smiled, poking your cheeks "I know you do," he says, taking your hand. You furrowed your eyebrows, "Where are we going?" you asked as he pulled you along. Chan looked back at you "We're going for a little ride," he said vaguely. You rolled your eyes "Wow, very specific of you," you mocked sarcastically. Chan ignored your sarcasm as confusion crossed your face "Aren't you supposed to head back with the kids?" you ask, tilting your head to the side.

Chan pursed his lips, holding back the urge to pinch your cheeks, he cleared his throat "Since it's the last concert, we have the evening off," he explained, taking out his car keys. He opened the passenger's door and signalled for you to sit down. You hesitated but sat down anyway. A soft yelp escaped your lips when Chan's well-toned arms suddenly came into your line of sight as he buckled you in. Chan gave you an amused look, "What was that?" he teased, grinning as he props his arm on the car roof.

You clench your fists, punching his torso. Chan chuckled and raised his hand in surrender "Alright, alright. Stop with the kitty-punches," he teased, at which your jaw dropped, staring at him in disbelief. Chan grinned, gently closing your mouth "Cute," he murmured, closing your door. You shook your head, crossing your arms as you relax against the seat. Chan started the engine, buckling himself in. He hummed, turning on the radio and setting it to low volume. The audio turned into white noise throughout the whole ride. You propped your head on your palm, staring out the window.

Lights flashed past you, the night seemed calm and soothing. Chan drove, resting his hand on his thigh. You swallowed as you caught a glimpse of him. You bit your tongue, pushing away every fleeting thought that crossed your mind. Chan saw your flustered cheeks and shook his head gently, a smile curling his lips. It wasn't long before Chan stopped near a cliff. You furrowed your eyebrows "Where are we, Chris?" you asked, looking around only to see nothing but dense trees.

"Is this a kidnapping plot," you joked, rubbing your hands together. Chan said nothing, studying your features for a moment before unlocking his door to join you. He unfastened your seatbelt and held out his hand for you to take. You looked up at him, hesitant. Chan sighed, leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist as he lifted you up. You cried out, wrapping your arms around his neck "A warning would be nice," you murmured as he set you down on the bonnet. Chan pulled out a few thick blankets, placing them over your legs.

Your mouth gaped like a fish out of water, utterly confused by his actions. Chan ran his fingers through his hair, taking a seat next to you. You raised an eyebrow, "Is something wrong, Channie?" you asked, resting your head against your knees. Chan sighed, closing his eyes "You're so stupid," he muttered, nibbling your palm. You scoffed, trying to tug your palm back but he held it firmly. "What's that supposed to mean?" you muttered, offended at his sudden attack. Chan glanced at you, sighing deeply "What do you think we are?" he asked, not giving you a chance to avert his gaze.

You gulped "Well, childhood best friends?" you said, but it sounded more like a question than an answer. Chan scoffed, smiling slightly "What type of friends pull the shit we do?" he asked, pressing his tongue against his cheek. You bit your tongue "Don't you treat me the same way you treat the kids?" you asked, averting his question. He shook his head firmly "No, I don't," he said, locking eyes with yours. You stared into his eyes, looking for any sign of doubt in his statement but found none "I don't understand," you muttered. "You call the kids pet names on the daily, so I assumed that it was normal. Was it not?" you asked, as thoughts ran through your head.

Chan sank his teeth into the flesh of your palm, leaving deep indents but not deep enough to break the skin. You yelped as he did "I can't believe I love you," he confessed, kissing the bite. Your eyes widened "What?" you whispered as your body froze. Chan lifted you up, clasping his arms around your waist. "You heard me, sweetheart," he said, nosing your neck. You shivered, straddling his lap "You can't just say that Christopher Bang Chan," you scolded, pinching his arm. He grunted, taking your hand, and intertwining your fingers "I just did," he said, kissing the top of your palm.

You furrowed your eyebrows "Since when?" you asked, eyeing his features. Chan smirked, "Would you believe me if I said since day one?" he asked, kissing your wrist. You scoffed "Were you blind?" you asked, disbelief evident on your face. Chan shrugged "Blinded by love, maybe," he said, resting his chin on your shoulder. "You didn't just say that, Chan," you snorted, running your fingers through his hair. Chan grinned "That's just the effect you have on me, sweetheart," he teased, pulling you closer, letting your chests touch.

"I want to wipe that stupid grin off your face," you grumbled, squinting at his lips. Chan grinned wider, leaning forward "Then why don't you?" he whispered, blowing into your ear. You shuddered, licking your lips "Can I kiss you?" you asked, staring at him. Chan nodded, smiling warmly "You didn't have to ask, sweetheart," he said, stroking your sides. "I didn't want to assume plus consent is hot," you murmured, stroking the back of his neck. Chan chuckled "Alright, baby. Take it slow, we have all night," he encouraged, tracing your curves.

You gulped, leaning forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips. You licked your lips "Peaches," you mumbled as he smirked "Your favourite," he said, rubbing your thighs, waiting patiently. You exhaled deeply, leaning forward, and kissing him a little longer than before. Feeling his soft lip on yours, you could feel yourself getting addicted. You pulled back gently, panting against his chest. Chan squeezed your supple thighs together, drawing a low moan from your lips. Your eyes widened as you covered your mouth.

Chan chuckled, tugging your wrist away from your mouth "Let me hear you, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your cheek. You felt your face heat up from the affection. You looked down, staring at your hips, embarrassed. Chan gently lifted your head back up, holding your chin firmly "Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart," he whispered, stroking your cheek. You leaned into his palm, putting your hand above his "Can I ask you a favour?" you murmured as blood rushed to your ears. Chan chuckled, nodding his head "Don't be afraid and tell me, sweetheart," he reassured,

"Can you teach me how to french kiss?" you asked, looking at him with curious eyes. Chan groaned loudly, burying his face against your chest. You frowned "Did I say something wrong?" you whispered, anxiously. He shook his head "No, you didn't," he reassures, holding you tight. You pursed your lips "Then why are you groaning?" you asked, tilting your head slightly. Chan tilted his neck back, inhaling deeply as he closed his eyes "You're just so fucking cute, that's why," he grunted, pressing his forehead against yours. Your cheeks flushed "Oh," you whispered.

Chan pinched your cheeks, tugging them in his fingers. You whined in pain "It hurts," you cried, clutching his wrist. He kissed your cheeks "There, better?" he asked, nosing your cheek. You nodded as he turned you around, pulling you closer to his chest "Look up, sweetheart," he murmured, leaving gentle butterfly kisses down your neck to your shoulder. You snuggled against his chest as you looked up. A soft gasp escaped your lips "Wow," you whispered, staring at the light show. Gentle waves of light lit up the barren night sky. "Did you know this was happening tonight?" you asked, enjoying the first-class view.

Chan hummed, nodding against your shoulder "Yeah, I wanted it to be a surprise," he murmured, staring at your starstruck expression. "It's so beautiful," you said in amazement. Chan nodded, keeping his gaze on you "Very beautiful," he whispered, hooking his chin on your shoulder. You craned your neck "You haven't done it yet," you said vaguely. Chan raised an eyebrow "Done what, sweetheart?" he asked. "Teach me how to french kiss," you said, straddling his waist once more. Chan chuckled, bracing his hands on your hip "Can I take the lead?" he asked, drawing circles on your sides.

You nodded, staring at him expectantly. Chan smiled, licking his lips "I need verbal consent, darling," he said, nudging your nose. You wrinkled your nose, "Please," you whispered, looking up at him. Chan cooed "You're a quick learner," he teased, grinning proudly. You snarled at him, trying to bite his finger as he waved it in front of your face, mocking you. Chan chuckled, sighing loudly into his hands "You're really making me doubt my morals, baby," he groaned, holding both of your wrists into his grip. You furrowed your eyebrows, nudging his nose.

He wrinkled his nose, stroking your jaw "Close your eyes, kitten," he whispered, leaning in to gently nip your bottom lip. You tried to tug your lip back but Chan held you firmly. He kissed you carefully, giving you short, sweet kisses to help you ease into it. You caught yourself chasing after his lips every time he pulled away. He grinned against your lips, kissing you longer. Chan squeezed your thighs, eliciting a loud moan from you. He took the opportunity to slide his tongue against yours, sliding it gently over each corner of your mouth, eliciting another moan from you.

Chan smirked against your lips, trying to elicit as many sounds from you as possible. You clutched his bicep, starting to feel dizzy from pleasure. You felt woozy but safe, trusting Chan that he wouldn't take advantage of you in this state. Chan deepened the kiss, making you whimper. You shivered as he gently pulled back and stroked your hip "Feeling alright?" he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You leaned your head against his chest, nodding as you panted for air. Chan kissed the top of your head "Did you like your first french kiss?" he asked, murmuring against your hair.

Your cheeks flushed, ears turning red "Yes," you whispered, muffled against his chest. Chan chuckled, tracing your legs lovingly "Comfortable?" he asked, wrapping the blankets over your torso. You nodded, eyes growing heavy as you wrapped your arms around his waist lazily. He smiled warmly, kissing your forehead "Take a nap, sweetheart," he whispered. You nodded against his chest, snuggling deeper. Chan ran his fingers through your hair "Rest well, sweetheart," he whispered, admiring your relaxed features. He hummed, coaxing you deeper into your nap.

You shifted, pressing your cheek against his pec. Chan covered his mouth with his free hand, muffling a groan threatening to slip. "If anyone hurts you, I'll kill everyone in the room and then myself," he murmured, completely whipped by you. He watched as your eyebrows furrowed, and your nose twitched before snuggling closer to him. So stupid in love, he grinned, smiling like a whipped fool in the night. You grew up together, sleepovers were a weekly thing but he'll never get over how adorable you looked when you slept.

Chan sighed deeply, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. He shook his head "You're so fucking annoying," he murmured, kissing your palm. He pinned after you for years but you didn't notice the signs. "You were blind, yet you called me the blind one," he sulked, kissing your wrist. You pulled back your hand from his hold, yawning as you rested your head against his shoulder "It's not my fault you had so much love to give," you mumbled against his skin. Chan ran his fingers down your back "You'll have to elaborate on that, sweetheart," he said, nibbling your thumb.

You whined, pulling your thumb away from his restless bites "Skinship and pet names are our norm, how was I supposed to distinguish between the two," you said, poking his dimples. Chan groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck, ears tinting red. You grinned, stroking his hair "You know I'm right," you whispered, kissing the top of his hair. Chan whined, nibbling down your neck, knowing full well that you were right. You giggled, running your fingers through his hair. Chan leaned against your touch, sighing happily. "I now declare us as idiots in love," you joked, watching as his lips cracked into a smile "Definitely," he chuckled, agreeing,

You giggled "Should we head back?" you asked pressing the blankets against your cheek. Chan looked at the time "It's close to midnight. Should I drop you off at your house or," he grinned, pulling you closer "You could spend the night with me," he whispered, looking into your eyes. Your breath hitched as you inhaled sharply. Chan laughed "The choice is yours, sweetheart," he said, kissing your nose. You wrinkled your nose, involuntarily biting the pads of your thumb. Chan gently took your thumb away from your lips.

"We could just cuddle in the room watching cheesy romance movies, that is if you don't have any other ideas," he teased, watching your neck turn red. A shiver ran through your body, you wanted more, you knew you wanted more. Your lips twisted into a pout as you continued to think about your decision. Chan chuckled, kissing your pout gently "Sweetheart, was that question too big for your pretty little brain? Do you need daddy to help you?" he asked, voice dropping an octave. You unconsciously held your breath, staring at him with wide confused eyes. Chan stroked your cheek as you exhaled softly.

You whimpered, clenching your jaw as you gasped for air. Chan chuckled "Excited already?" he teased, kissing you. You moaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck "Excited?" you ask with wobbling eyes. Chan froze with his mouth agape "Sweetheart, do you know what's happening, right now?' he asked, running his fingers through your hair. You exhaled shakily "No?" you whispered. Chan cooed "Have you ever felt this way before?" he asked, cupping your cheek. You shook your head, lips quivering "No," you whimpered, staring upwards with glazed eyes.

Chan smiled warmly "Oh, baby. You're alright. We can stop here if you want," he suggested. You shook your head, pouting "I want you," you murmured, staring at him. Chan chuckled "Do you even know what you're asking for?" he asked, grinning at you. You whined, pressing your wrists on his thighs "I do," you muttered. "I need to hear you say it, sweetheart," he whispered, kissing your ear. You trembled, clenching and unclenching your fist. Chan smirked, pressing his tongue against his inner cheek "Come on darling, tell daddy what you want." he said, pulling you closer.

You clenched your jaw, sighing deeply "I want you to fuck me," you mumbled. Chan held your jaw firmly "Can you repeat that sweetheart? I didn't quite hear you," he whispered, raising an eyebrow. You huffed your cheeks, "I want you to fuck me," you repeated more confidently. Chan smiled warmly, wrapping the blankets around you before lifting you up. You cried out, clutching his biceps. Chan chuckled, gently setting you down in the passenger's seat. You snuggled into the blankets, watching him buckling you in. Chan started the engine, resting his hand on your thigh.

Your heartbeat pounded against your chest as you leaned your head against the cool window. The ride was silent but pleasant, as you allowed Chan's fingers to take up all your attention. You took Chan's hand in yours, tracing the outlines of his fingers. "Pretty," you murmured, comparing the size of his hand to yours. Chan chuckled softly, jolting you out of your trance, your heart pounded once more as his arm instinctively held your body back "You're alright, baby. It's just me," he said, turning his gaze back to the road.

You exhaled deeply, melting into the seat of the car. Chan smiled, placing his hand on your thigh again. You distracted yourself, staring out of the window, noticing the previously bright streets turned silent as the stores began to shut. Chan drove to the hotel parking lot, parking his car on the rooftop. Your cheeks burned at the dirty thought that crossed your mind in the face of an empty parking lot. Chan noticed the look on your face, grinning "What's going through that pretty head of yours?" he whispered, jolting you out of your trance again. Chan chuckled, unfastening your seatbelt before unbuckling his own. He turned off the engine and walked to your door.

You shuddered a sigh, looking up at him nervously. Chan smiled warmly, taking your hands into his "We can always turn back, kitten. I just want to make you feel as comfortable as possible," he said, kneeling on one knee as he kissed the top of your palm. You ran your tongue across your lips, nodding your head. Chan grinned, pulling you up to your feet "If you ever feel like tapping out anytime throughout the night, you can tell me," he said, kissing the top of your head. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his "Okay, daddy," you said, eyes turning into crescents.

Chan blinked at you, mouth agape "Sweetheart, you're going to kill me one day," he said dramatically, holding his chest. You smiled cheerily "You called yourself that, Mister steal your girl," you stated, poking his dimples. "Baby, why did you have to bring that up," he whined, sulking at your tease. You laughed, wrapping your arms around his waist "You brought this on yourself when you decided to confess," you said, nuzzling your face between his pecs. He shook his head "Can I return you?" he teased, nudging your nose. You glared at him, wrinkling your nose "You wouldn't dare," you said. Chan smirked "You wouldn't know," he retorted back.

You looked at him stunned "I hate you," you said, squinting your eyes. Chan chuckled, chest rumbling against your cheeks "I love you too," he said, kissing your forehead. You released his waist, leaning against his arm "Let's go daddy," you said, pointing to the lift. "Before I call you father," you added, before sprinting to the lift, leaving Chan behind in disbelief. Chan scoffed, "This fucking brat," he muttered under his breath, smirking widely. You giggled, resting your back against the wall "Hurry up, grandpa," you teased, sticking your tongue at him.

Chan rolled his eyes, wrapping his arms around your waist "You need to be taught some lessons if you think this behaviour is acceptable," he growled, nipping your earlobe. You whined, trying to take a nip of his arm as a rebuttal. He chuckled at your struggle, tightening his grip "Fiesty little thing, aren't you," he said, lifting you off your feet. You wrapped your arms around his neck, squirming your hips in his hold. Chan sighed deeply "Kitten if you don't fucking stop, I will not hesitate to throw you over my shoulder and spank you," he growled, gripping your waist.

You whimpered, burying your face against his neck "I'm sorry," you said, mumbling against his skin. Chan kissed your lips "It's alright, sweetheart. Everything is new to you isn't it?" he asked, unlocking his room door. You nodded against his neck, sniffling softly. Chan cooed, removing your shoes "Baby, my pretty little one. Why are you crying?" he asked, gently setting you down on the bed, kneeling in front of you. You pouted, staring down at him, still sniffling. Chan rubbed your knee, kissing your hand "Daddy's sorry gorgeous. Did my words scare you?" he asked.

You nodded as your sniffles subsided. Chan stood up kissing your forehead, "Let me teach you a colour system," he said, running his fingers through your hair. You tilted your head "Colour system?" you stared up at him with puffy red eyes and a swollen lip. He gulped, pressing his tongue against his cheek as he inhaled to catch his bearings. "Yes, a colour system. Red is stop, Yellow is pause and Green is go. Just like the traffic lights," he said, running his fingers through your hair. Your lips parted an "Ah." as your nodded. "Okay, daddy," you said, melting into his palm as he stroked your cheek.

Chan clenched his jaw, inhaling sharply "What do you want to do first, baby?" he asked, cupping your cheeks. You licked your lips, staring at the bulge forming in his jeans "Can I give you a blow job?" you asked, pawing his jeans. Chan's breath hitched "Aw baby wants to feel a cock in her mouth?" he asked, unbuckling his belt. You nodded excitedly, "Please daddy, need you," you begged, pouting. Chan cursed under his breath, kicking his jeans aside "Go ahead baby," he said, leaning in to kiss your lips. You hummed into the kiss, smiling excitedly. Chan nipped your bottom lip, smirking as you whined.

You glared at him, jutting your lip. Chan chuckled, raising his hand "I couldn't help myself, kitten," he said, watching you tug his boxers down. Your eyes widen at his sheer length, you gulped as your mouth watered. He smirked smugly at your reaction, holding his length up, and cooing at your curious eyes. You looked up at him, gently tracing the outline of his cock, a pretty pink cockhead contrasting his pale skin. You felt Chan shudder under your touches, sending pride into your veins. Chan gulped, "This is all your doing, baby," he groaned, staring at you with half-lidded eyes. You whined, sticking your tongue to taste the precum dripping down his slit.

Chan shuddered, growling under his breath "Fuck," he cursed. You whined louder, wrapping your lips around his tip, and swirling your tongue. Chan grunted, wrapping his hand firmly in your hair "Fucking hell, kitten. That's it," he moaned, licking his bottom lip. You looked up staring into his lust-covered eyes, sinking deeper. Curses spilt from Chan's lips "So fucking good, kitten," he grunted, shallowly thrusting his hips into your mouth. You moaned around his cock, tears dripping down your cheeks. Chan tilted his head back, chest rising "My messy girl," he growled, clenching his jaw.

You whimpered around his cock, drool dripping down the corners of your lips. Chan chuckled lowly, smirking "You liked that, didn't you? My sweet girl, daddy's messy little kitten," he groaned, gripping your hair tighter. You bopped your head, hollowing your cheeks to his thrusts. Chan cursed, eyes rolling back "Fuck, kitten. You're going to kill me with that mouth of yours," he growled, fucking his cock. "You take me so well," he praised as you felt his cockhead hit the back of your throat. You whimpered, only for it to come out gurgled as you choked around his cock. Chan felt the air punch out of his chest as he groaned, holding your head still.

You moaned around his cock as he came down your throat "My god sweetheart," he moaned, riding his high, thrusting shallowly. Chan hissed as he pulled out of your warm mouth. He pressed his thumb into your mouth, holding your bottom jaw "Spit or swallow?" he asked, panting heavily. You whimpered, swallowing his cum as he kept his grip on your jaw. He moaned, leaning in to kiss you deeply. He ran his tongue on the roof of your mouth, smirking into the kiss while you shivered against his hold. Chan pulled away gently, licking his lips. You moaned, resting your hands on his thighs.

Chan chuckles, pushing you down "Lie down baby, on all fours," he said, pushing his hair back. You nodded obediently, laying on your stomach as your arched your back. Chan smirked, sneaking his hands up your thighs, spreading them further. You whimpered, burying your face into the pillow. Chan chuckled, kissing up your thigh "Look how easily you bruise," he growled, marking your thighs with shades of purple and red. You mewled, crying out as tears brimmed your eyes "Daddy," you cried, swaying your hips. Chan bit your plump ass, kissing the bite "Yes, sweetheart" he asked, smirking against your skin.

You whined loudly, legs quivering in need "Da-daddy, I need you," you begged as your pussy clenched around nothing. Chan cooed, stripping you bare, "You're dripping princess," he said, running his finger down your slit. You whimpered, arching your back lower into the bed "Please," you pleaded, head filled with arousal and lust. Chan gripped your ass apart, licking down your dripping pussy, groaning against your pulsing clit. "You taste so fucking good, baby," he grunted, thrusting his tongue into your tight walls as you ground your clit against his chin.

Chan gripped your thighs as he buried his face within your pulsing core. You moaned shamelessly, your legs quivering from the pleasure. You cried out, gripping the sheets "Daddy, I'm so close," you whimpered, legs begging to wrap around Chan's head but he held them firmly. Chan smirked against your folds, biting your clit, sending you off the edge. Your body trembled, orgasm flooding your senses. You sniffled, thighs quivering as your ground your pussy on his face, riding out your high. "That's it, sweet girl," he praised, licking your orgasm off his lips.

You laid on your stomach, "Daddy," you whined, rolling your hips. Chan chuckled, kissing your cheek "Daddy's here, baby girl," he said, tracing his fingers down your spine, sending a shiver through your body. "Fuck me, daddy," you said, your lips twisting into a pout. Chan chuckled, kissing your pout "Condom or no condom?" he asked, pulling away from the kiss. You sulked "No condom, please daddy fuck me raw," you whined, staring at him with glassy eyes. Chan nodded, kissing your forehead "Relax for me, sweetheart," he said, pumping his length as he pressed his hand into the sheets beside your head.

Chan grabbed a bottle of lube, squirting the fluids onto his palm. You whimpered as it dripped down your back "Daddy, it's cold," you shivered. Chan laughed, rubbing the lube between his fingers, spreading your folds "Don't tense up, baby girl," he said, thrusting his finger into your tight ribbed walls. You cried, rolling your hips as he curled his fingers. Chan added another, scissoring your throbbing walls. You panted against the sheets, hands clenching the pillow beneath you. He cooed, stretching your sopping hole, fingers pressing around your g-spot. You screamed, body trembling as he continued to massage your inner walls.

Chan groaned watching your pussy grip around his fingers, sucking them in needily. "So fucking tight, kitten. Can you feel daddy's fingers in your tight little hole?" he growled, eliciting a loud moan from you, "Need your cock, daddy," you babbled, clenching around his fingers. Chan chuckled, carefully pulling his fingers out of your core "Patience, sweetheart." he said, kissing your back. You gulped, feeling his back shadow yours. Your clit throbbed, drawing a whimper from your lips.

Chan grinned, biceps flexing as he teased his cock on your slicked folds. You moaned, gripping the sheets, his cock stretching your walls "So big, daddy," you wailed, body quivering. Chan grunted, kissing down your neck "You're doing so good, baby," he groaned, pushing deeper into you, thrusting his hips. Whines filled the room, the smell of sex staining the room. You whimpered, feeling your stomach bulge from the size of his cock penetrating your hole.

Chan wrapped his arms around your hips, pounding into you deep and thoroughly. "Mo-more, daddy," you begged, legs trembling against his hips. Chan growled, pinning your wrist above your head, fucking into you earnestly. You screamed out, stuttering out incoherent babbles. "Daddy, daddy, daddy," you drooled, eyes rolling back. Chan groaned, thrusting his cock harshly, marking the crook of your neck. You choked up a sob, body shaking against his. Chan grunted, bottoming against your plump ass with each thrust "So sweet for me kitten. Daddy's going to fill you up to the brim and you're going to take it," he growled, pressing the bulge forming under your skin.

You sputtered, clawing the bed as tears spilt "Pl-please daddy, fuck me full," you keened, crying into the pillows. Chan groaned against your neck, thrusting sloppily "You'd like that sweetheart? So fucking pretty, carrying our baby," he growled, hips stuttering as he came. Cum coated your pulsing walls white. He groaned against your hair, hand reaching to rub your swollen clit. You cried out, wailing loudly "Gonna cum, daddy. Fuck," you cursed, cumming as your walls clenched around his cock. Chan hissed, groaning from the oversensitivity "My sweet girl," he mumbled, gently pulling out of your gaping, sopping pussy. Cum dripped down your folds, staining the sheets.

Chan groaned at the sight, gently turning you on your back. He leaned over your figure, kissing your forehead "Come on, sweetheart. We need to get cleaned," he said, nuzzling your neck. You whined, stroking his hair "Sore," you pouted. Chan chuckled, pulling you onto his lap "I know, pretty baby, but you, my love need to get washed," he said, carrying you bridal style to the bathroom. Chan sat you down on the toilet "Take a piss, sweetheart," he said, turning on the water for the tub. You wrinkled your nose at his crude words but relieved yourself nonetheless. Chan grinned, kissing your nose as he laid you down in the tub, sitting right behind you.

You leaned against his chest, lathering the soap he handed you as he lathers the rest on himself and your back. You closed your eyes, curling up against his chest. Chan chuckled, nudging your nose as your glared at him. "My love," he said, staring at you. You hummed in acknowledgement, intertwining your fingers. Chan shook his head "Nothing, just wanted to see how you would react to me calling you that," he muttered, nosing your cheek. You wrinkled your nose, "So sweet," you said, clicking your tongue. Chan squealed "Only for you," he said, nuzzling your neck.

[keicordelle]

finally actually watching the Re:flect U concert the other day, and it's so interesting to see the ways that they try to accommodate the VAs for being so clearly unused to this. Long MC segments and long instrumental solos. They did a whole saxophone-piano instrumental number that was very lovely and is making me picture Yuki playing the saxophone, so 10/10 on that. Course they also made them do 3 songs back to back but. you win some you lose some

But it's also making me think about how it could reflect in a certain measure Re:vale's first concerts together, because it seems pretty clear to me that Tachibana Shinnosuke has more experience and more stage presence than Soichiro Hoshi -- just like the characters at their debut together, where Yuki had already been an idol for 5 years, he knew what he was doing (or a version of it, at least, there's nuance there). Meanwhile Momo had never sung or done anything musical at all in his life before joining up with Yuki -- and while he was very active and sporty, I have to imagine there's a very particular kind of energy required to sing and dance for 2-3 hours nonstop that maybe doesn't transfer over from soccer super well, especially when you're not at all used to singing in front of a crowd. Or at all.

Momo who ends up bloody exhausted during their first concert because he underestimated just how much energy would be required to stay up there and sing and dance for 2 hours. Momo drenched in sweat from the spotlights and from constantly moving, and that might be one thing when he's wearing a jersey and able to take a break in the middle and douse himself with water, but he's wearing 6 layers and his coat keeps getting caught and the sweat is starting to show down his back even through all the fabric to catch it. He misses a cue and panics, and that makes him mess up the next dance steps even though he practiced them a thousand times beforehand. And Yuki covers for him, no one even noticed or cared all that much, but he feels So Bad for letting Yuki down. By the end of the concert his voice is cracking around the notes and he's desperately trying not to pant straight into the mic as he sucks down breath.

No one remembers afterwards but them. Like IDOLiSH7 years later, Re:vale has the blessing of starting out small. Momo gets to learn how to pace himself and how to face the stage properly before it ever becomes an issue. But they still joke about it sometimes, now, when Momo's spent 3, 4, 5 hours bouncing around on a stage and Yuki's the one utterly exhausted at the end.

[irkimatsu]

Ohhhhh, Crazy idea! Husk and his S/O watching the Aristocats together and when "Everybody wants to be a cat", they're both dancing and singing along to it and Husk starts to sing the song himself! And Husk singing in that smooth jazz voice~

(I just looked up the song to refresh my memory, and Jesus Christ I forgot how much Scat Cat looks like Husk. There has to be some intentional inspiration there, I refuse to believe that Viv has never seen The Aristocats.)

As for the song "Everybody Wants To Be A Cat"... Husk would like to disagree, actually! =P He can think of at least fifty other things he would have preferred to be reincarnated as. Including "my own damn human self" and "let me stay dead the first time". He's not going to turn down a performance from Scatman Crothers, though! Might even have some stories of a time or two he saw him in concert, maybe even shared the stage with him at some point. (Husk deserves to play his sax as an opening act for legendary jazz performers!)

As much as he jokingly bitches about the lyrics, it's a fun song, and he can't help but sing and dance along. It's nostalgic, in a way - not the song itself, that movie came out in the same decade he died, but the style of music and all the time he used to spend at jazz shows, meeting new dance partners and having the time of his life.

...and then you get to Duchess's solo... you singing for him while his wings and tail stand at attention... he joins back in without missing his cue, though.

He'd love to sing and dance with you more often. Especially if I'm thinking of this taking part at the "awkward friendship" stage of the relationship, with this being one of those moments that cements in Husk's mind that he can't pull himself away from you...

[putschki1969]

Hi Puts!

I just wanted to gush my thoughts to you about Keiko's recent performances! I was really surprised by the recent Magia live as Keiko hadn't been this dramatic since her Kalafina days. Then I saw some footage of the YK Shanghai concert on VK and... she's actually just like how she used to! With all the energy, the dramatic and cheesy hand movements - everything!

Ever since she started her solo career, it seemed to me like Keiko never wanted to perform like she used to. Even her FictionJunction performances were boring stage-presence wise. It seems like recently she's finally felt like getting back into how she used to perform and honestly it made me really emotional. Watching Keiko having so much fun when performing with FictionJunction in Shanghai, she was really stealing the stage at it just felt like I was watching Kalafina again! A small part deep inside of me thought she somewhat resented Kalafina, but these latest performances has made me remember that she really just loves Yuki Kajiura's music probably more than anyone and I love that about her.

This isn't really an ask, I just wanted to gush!!!

Hi there!

Another reply that's long overdue, I am so sorry!

Absolutely, Keiko's love for YK's music is certainly unparalleled. I'm sure she likes her solo stuff well enough but it's nothing compared to what she feels about YK's work. From what we know, Keiko very much appreciates contributing to something meaningful, having a purpose and knowing her place in the grand scale of things. Being part of the YK family achieves all of that. Her solo work on the other hand is not as structured or target-oriented so Keiko probably just views it as a bit of casual fun on the side.

As for Keiko's stage-presence in the past few years, I personally do not feel like Keiko's performances have ever been truly lacking in that particular department. Maybe some of her solo gigs are a bit stilted and awkward (which is to be expected I guess) but when it comes to FictionJunction performances, I still vividly remember being blown away by her enthusiasm at the YK Live in Taiwan back in 2019. And let's not even mention the most recent Budokan live XD That was on a whole new level of epicness.

I would say Keiko is the type of person who heavily feeds off of her fellow stage members. If she is alone on stage, there's no one to take cues from. However, if she performs with someone she feels comfortable with and who exudes passion, she will naturally let loose too. Another thing to consider is the fact that all the FJ performances we got to see in the past few years were official recordings for home video releases or online broadcasts. These tend to be a bit more toned down in general so Keiko will often fall back on a sort of "business-mode" for those.

Anyways, I am glad you are enjoying Keiko's performances. There's a lot to gush about indeed.

PS: I have really been enjoying your YouTube uploads as of late. The "LIVE Evolution" videos are so much fun to watch and truly fascinating. It must have taken forever to put all the footage together so thank you for that!