#day6: innocent

[pnutbutter-n-j-elyy]

When You Need Me Most | Part 4

Jeongin x Reader (implied female but can be read as gn!)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3

MASTERLIST

It seemed that Jeongin hadn’t realized it only took the bare minimum to kickstart your fall.

And it seemed he took after the most dramatic hyung; thinking grand over the top displays of romance were the key to your fragile heart.

It started with the billboard.

You were on your way to the doctors, your tired eyes staring at the street ahead as you sipped on an iced coffee. You heard honking and looked at what the commotion was about. You realized someone a dozen cars up in the morning traffic was leaning out their window to take a picture of a billboard.

A billboard with your face on it.

Or a painting of your face. A pretty damn accurate one at that.

Damn you Hwang Hyunjin. Can’t you say no to your [precious little baby once in a while?

You felt a flash of embarrassment as you read the words adorning the billboard. 

I love you,  my nabi - YJ

You moved up in the sea of traffic at the pace of a snail as more and more people were taking pictures.

“Ahhh.” You said honking, feeling frustrated at the weird warmth rising in your chest.

Next it was a flash mob. 

You were innocently walking towards the JYP building to bring the boys coffee when you heard familiar music echoing through the streets. 

There were people crowded around the building which made sense since it was a hub of activity for many’s favorite idols. But there were way more people than usual.

Confused, you pulled out your earbuds and pushed through the crowd to find a group of masked people that looked oddly familiar in front of the building.

Once you came into sight the music immediately started- some gushy american pop song about love you loved blaring from three separate stereo systems.

Your eyes widened when you realized why these dancers seemed so familiar- ITZY, TWICE, NEXZ, Day6 - the kids obviously. 

Your heart sank when you spotted Jeongin in the center, dancing with an infectious smile by the look of his eyes above the mask, his energy radiating as he led the group through your favorite song. As they finished, the crowd erupted into applause, and you felt your face flush with embarrassment.

“What do you think?” he asked, breathless and grinning from ear to ear as he rushed over.

“Think? Jeongin, you can’t just do things like that!” you protested, shaking your head, desperate to maintain your composure. “What the hell are you thinking?!” You grit through your teeth as you hide your face from people who were taking pictures. You were upset; but grateful at the TWICE girls for blocking the cameras that were pointing towards you and I.N. - they had quickly noticed that you were uncomfortable and being girls girls helped out. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you glared at Jeongin.

It's pounding because you're angry Y/N. Not because you’re totally swooning over this. Not because the crowd thinks we’re cute together and keeps chanting for me to accept…not because this is the most romantic thing I’ve experienced. It's because I’m angry.  You tried to convince yourself.

“But I wanted you to know how much you mean to me!” he argued, eyes sparkling with  excitement. “Now basically the entire company knows. And they support.” He said stubbornly.

“You’re insufferable, Yang Jeongin.” You said. He grabbed the coffee carriers from your hands and let out a soft giggle, the moment he turned away a smile resting on your face for a split second.

Days turned into weeks, and Jeongin’s antics only escalated. There was the movie theater rental. Then the 1000 roses. 

The fucking blimp.

“Why do you keep doing this?” you demanded one evening, arms crossed and lips pressed tightly together. “This is ridiculous!”

Your cheeks were burning with embarrassment. Jeongin had invited you out to dinner and you were surprised by a serenade from the waiting staff. The attention from everyone made you feel like a bug under a microscope.

“Because I love you!” he shot back, a mix of frustration and affection in his voice. “Why can’t you see that?”

You huffed, trying to hold your ground. “Love isn’t supposed to be all...this! It’s supposed to be normal! I mean, you could just text me like a normal person! Or like take me on a normal date where I don’t have an entire restaurant singing me Frank Sinatra.”

“I want everyone to know how I feel! Especially you. Which is why I do it in public.” he responded, seemingly oblivious to your embarrassment.

“Your public image is at stake! What do you think people will say?” 

His eyes dimmed momentarily but then brightened again with determination. “I don’t care what they say if it means making you smile! Which believe it or not Y/N I know you like these romantic gestures.”

“What’s next, Jeongin? A plane with a message?” you snapped. 

“Would you like that?” he teased, his playful nature unyielding.

“My point is when is it going to stop?”

“When you become my girlfriend. So the ball is in your court Nabi-”

“Jeongin!” you groaned, frustrated. “This needs to stop! You’re making it impossible for me to breathe!”

He looked at you, genuine hurt in his eyes. “But Y/N-ah.” He whined. “I just wanted to make you feel loved.”

“No more Jeongin or the deal is off. You’re going to ruin your public image if you-”

You watched Jeongin shake his head at something behind you and when you turned you saw someone with a shocked and regretful face watching as a small heard of tiny dogs rushed at you. All with flowers in their mouths, and wagging tails as they dropped them at your feet and jumping up on their hind legs like circus performers.

You heard Jeongin groan in embarrassment. 

You felt a mix of warmth and irritation flood you like a tidal wave. Such powerful emotions you felt tears fall from your eyes. “It’s too much! I love you, but I can’t handle this! You’re insane Yang Jeongin.” You couldn’t help but smile as the tears continued to fall, squatting down to pet the dogs as they happily yipped and lapped up your tears.

He blinked, confusion clouding his expression. “What did you say?”

You laughed and started wiping at your tears, not knowing what you were feeling. 

“What?” You laughed out, not able to control the smile on your face, as you watched the dogs make their way back to who you assumed to be their trainer.

“You…said you loved me.”

You looked up at Jeongin, his face a mixture of shock and hope and excitement.

You quickly replayed the words you had said and your eyes widened in surprise. “I didn’t mean- I meant-”

Before you could finish, he stepped closer, cupping your face in his hands, his sincerity palpable. “You love me?” His eyes were wide and curious.

You felt your heart flutter, torn between annoyance and the undeniable warmth swelling within you. You had never been one to slip up your words badly, rather you said what was constantly on your mind. 

But you were stubborn. Even though you knew you were so undoubtedly in love with him. 

“Jeongin, you can’t just-”

His lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, igniting a spark that made you forget your stubborn resolve. When he pulled away, his eyes searched yours, hopeful yet vulnerable. “This is the happiest moment in my entire life.”

You sighed, a rueful laugh bubbling up in your chest. “Me saying I love you is the happiest moment in your life?” You asked in disbelief.

“Hm.” He said with a sharp nod, eyes twinkling.

“What about your debut?”

“No. Nothing compared to this.” His energy was infectious, and before you could say anything else, Jeongin started bouncing up and down like a little kid who had just received the best gift in the world. His excitement was so intense that it became less of a bounce and more of a shake, his whole body trembling with joy. 

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips as you watched him. “Jeongin, stop. You look ridiculous,” you said, though the fondness in your voice was undeniable.

He grinned wider, shaking even harder. “I don’t care. You love me, Y/N. You said it. That’s all I care about!” 

You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress the warmth that flooded your chest. “You’re seriously acting like a child right now.”

"Then I guess I’m a child in love," he shot back with a wink, still practically vibrating with excitement. "You don’t understand, Y/N. You saying that… it means everything to me." His voice wavered, growing softer. 

Suddenly, the bravado slipped away, and his eyes started to gloss over with tears. “I’m so happy, Nabi,” he whispered, his lips trembling as he pouted, struggling to hold back his emotions. His usually bright, mischievous demeanor melted into something raw, something unguarded, and the sight of it made your chest tighten.

You swallowed hard, caught between wanting to comfort him and feeling overwhelmed by the weight of it all. “Jeongin, I…” 

He took a shaky breath, blinking rapidly as if trying to fight off the tears, but they brimmed at the corners of his eyes. “I know I’m ridiculous,” he laughed softly, the sound shaky. “I know the billboard, the roses, the flash mobs… all of it was too much. But I didn’t know how else to show you. I wanted you to see how much I-”

“Stop,” you cut him off gently, your heart aching as you reached out to grab his hand, squeezing it tight. “It’s not that I don’t see it, Jeongin. I see it. But…” you gestured vaguely in the air, your voice trembling. “You’re risking everything- your career, your image- all for me. I don’t want you to jeopardize all of that because of some grand gestures.”

His face fell, and for a moment, you feared you’d broken something fragile between you. He pulled his hand away from yours, running it through his hair in frustration. “I don’t care about my image, Y/N. I care about you. How many times do I have to tell you? You’re not listening!”

“I am listening. But you’re not being reasonable. You should care!” you blurted, your frustration finally spilling out. “You’ve worked your whole life to get here, to be where you are. And I’m just-”

“Don’t you dare say you’re just anyone,” Jeongin interrupted, his voice sharper now, filled with emotion. “You’re not just someone, Y/N. You’re my someone.” 

You stared at him, your pulse racing, feeling the weight of his words between you. His eyes were wide, shining with sincerity. 

“I don’t care what anyone says about us. About me. I don’t care what I have to give up, because you-” he stepped closer, his hands cupping your face so gently, his thumbs brushing away a tear that you didn’t even realize had fallen, “-are worth more than any career, any public image, or any of this.”

You felt your breath catch in your throat as his words settled into your heart, breaking through the walls you had tried to keep up. It was terrifying, knowing he was willing to sacrifice so much, just for you. 

“Jeongin…” you whispered, shaking your head. “I love you. So much I’m scared sometimes.”

His eyes softened, and he gave you a bittersweet smile. “I love you too.” He said it so casually, like it was the easiest thing in the world for him, but it hit you like a tidal wave.

“What if-” you stammered, your heart racing. “What if-”

If this ends badly. You wanted to say. But you had no room because he leaned down without hesitation and kissed you. 

It was soft, hesitant, and full of every unsaid word that had been hanging between you for so long. 

Well, unsaid on your end. 

The world seemed to slow around you, the chaos fading as his lips moved gently against yours, and for the first time in a while, you felt like everything made sense.

When he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath coming out shaky. “You keep trying to say you didn’t mean to say it,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “But I’m glad you did. Even if its not true…”

You opened your eyes slowly, looking up at him, completely disarmed. “It is true. It’s the truest thing I’ve ever said.” Your voice was barely audible, and Jeongin let out a relieved laugh.

“Thank God,” he said, placing his forehead on yours with a soft smile. “I’ll stop the blimps, the billboards, the flash mobs.” His hands slid from your face, falling to rest gently on your waist, his grip warm and steady. “I’ll stop all of it, if that’s what you want.” His nose brushed against your cheek, eliciting a soft giggle from you as he gave you feather light kisses. 

You stared at him, your heart aching, unsure of how to respond. He was offering you everything, offering to quiet the chaos he had created, just for you. And yet, there was a part of you that realized something.

It wasn’t the grand gestures that overwhelmed you- it was the fact that they were for you.

“I didn’t need all of that,” you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn’t need the blimp or the roses or the billboard to know how you feel. I’ve known for a while…I was just too afraid to admit it.”

Jeongin’s brows furrowed in confusion.

You sighed, shaking your head. “It scared me. Loving you- being loved by you- it scared me. I was afraid that we’d lose everything we had if we…if we crossed that line. That we would end up like…” You frowned. “You're special to me, Innie. I didn’t want love to ruin anything.”

He let out a small, incredulous laugh, his eyes filled with so much warmth it nearly broke you. His eyes crinkled into those cute mischievous ones you loved oh so much. “Y/N, love isn’t what ruins things. It’s not love that causes the problems. It’s fear. Fear of messing up, fear of losing control. Fear that we’ll get hurt. And it’s not even really the fear. Its letting that fear control you.”

You swallowed hard, his words hitting too close to home. “But what if we do mess up? What if we ruin everything?”

He smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “We probably will. But that’s life, isn’t it? We’re going to mess up, we’re going to make mistakes. But that doesn’t mean we should stop loving each other. Or that we’re going to. You just have to push past those fears; those mistakes made, arguments had. You push past them and then your love grows stronger.”

Tears stung at the back of your eyes as you met his gaze, feeling the sincerity in his every word. He was right- love wasn’t the problem. It was the fear of it, the fear of losing something so good that kept you from truly letting go.

“You’re strangely profound tonight, Jeongin.” You giggled, more tears threatening to go. You cupped his cheek and caressed it, as he leaned into your touch looking you in the eyes. “Where’d my Innie go?”

“He grew up so he could take better care of you.” He responded softly. “I love you,” he said again, his voice full of quiet conviction. “And I don’t need a thousand roses or a flashing billboard to prove it. I just need you to trust me. Trust that we’ll figure it out together. Trust me that I’m not going to hurt you like everyone else. Trust me that I’m going to be there for you when you need me most.”

You bit your lip, nodding as a tear finally slipped down your cheek. “I do. I trust you.”

Jeongin smiled, his thumb brushing away your tears. “Good. Because I’m all in, Nabi. No more over-the-top gestures. Just…you and me.”

You let out a shaky laugh, leaning into him as he pulled you into his arms. “Just you and me,” you whispered, finally feeling the weight you thought would never leave lift from your chest.

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Two Years Later

The stadium was alive with the kind of energy only a sold-out show could create. The crowd roared with excitement, thousands of fans screaming as Stray Kids performed their final song of the night. You watched from backstage, your heart racing with pride as Jeongin worked the stage like the pro he was, every movement precise and electric.

He caught your eye for a brief second from across the stage and flashed that familiar grin, the one that still made your stomach flip even after all these years. You smiled back, knowing that even after everything, he was still the same Jeongin- your Jeongin. The one who would text you random memes at 2 a.m., who would bring you snacks even when you didn’t ask, who had once rented out an entire billboard just to make sure you knew how much he loved you.

It had been quiet since then. After that night two years ago, the grand gestures stopped. No more blimps, no more flash mobs, no more roses delivered in bulk to your door. It was just the two of you now, living a quieter kind of love- a love that didn’t need to shout to be heard.

But something in the way he looked at you tonight was different. His eyes sparkled with that familiar mischief, and you felt a twinge of curiosity in your gut. 

As the final notes of the song faded out, Jeongin took a step forward, raising his hand to signal for the crowd to quiet down. His bandmates exchanged glances, a few of them smiling knowingly, and you furrowed your brows. 

Something was definitely up.

“Thank you for tonight!” Jeongin shouted into the mic, in English his voice echoing through the stadium. His accent made you smile and you wanted to pinch his cheeks like the cute little baby bread he was- even if the way he looked now made him seem like “daddy toast” as Stay had put it oh so perfectly. The crowd cheered wildly in response, and you chuckled to yourself, always amazed at how much love and support he had.

But then, his voice softened. "Before we go...I, um...I have something I want to say. Or, well, maybe something I need to do." He glanced backstage, locking eyes with you again, and your stomach flipped for an entirely different reason this time.

Your eyes widened as he waved you over, the spotlight suddenly shifting in your direction. The crowd let out a collective gasp as they realized who he was looking at, murmurs of recognition rippling through the audience.

“Y/N-ah,” he called, his smile growing impossibly wider and his dimple showing. “Can you come out here for a second?”

Your heart pounded in your chest, and your feet felt glued to the floor. The staff nudged you forward, and you hesitated for a moment before stepping onto the stage. As you approached, Jeongin held out his hand, his eyes glowing with something beyond excitement- something deeper, more vulnerable.

Once you reached him, he took your hand in his, his grip steady and warm despite the fact that the stadium was roaring with thousands of fans. You could feel the eyes of every person in the room on you, but all you could focus on was him- Jeongin, standing there with that look in his eyes that made you feel like you were the only person in the world.

“I know I promised no more grand gestures,” he began, his voice soft but steady. “And I’ve been good, haven’t I?”

You chuckled nervously, nodding. “Yeah, you have.”

Jeongin grinned, but then his expression shifted, becoming more serious. “But the thing is…I lied.” 

The crowd erupted in laughter, but you stood there, frozen in place, not sure what to expect.

He took a deep breath, his gaze never leaving yours. “A few nights ago, I was drunk- like, really drunk- and I was crying. Like full-on sobbing to the guys. And you walked in and saw me crying and the guys recording me…?” He looked at you with an expectant gaze.

And it clicked.

You felt tears starting to form.

Jeongin spoke again, turning to Stay for just a moment. “For context I was crying because I was so drunk that I saw a picture of Y/N and I and was sad because I thought the person I loved most had a boyfriend.” He chuckled. “Even thought I was literally looking at a picture of us- and I am Y/N’s boyfriend.”

The crowd bursted out laughing again, knowing that was on point for their precious maknae.

Jeongin bit his lip, his eyes glistening with emotion. “But then my hyungs started recording again because I started crying again. Harder this time.” He swallowed. “Because I realized that I’m not your husband.”

Your breath hitched, and your heart felt like it was about to leap out of your chest. The crowd gasped, murmurs sweeping through the stadium again, but all you could focus on was Jeongin- his trembling lips, the way his hands shook just slightly as he held yours.

“I kept telling myself that I didn’t need to do something crazy to prove how much I love you. But then I realized…I want to. I want to do one last grand gesture.” 

With that, he slowly dropped to one knee.

Your hands flew to your mouth, your eyes filling with tears as you realized what was happening. Deep down you knew he was going to propose once he brought up that story, but for some reason you didn’t believe it. But now there was no denying it.

The entire stadium fell silent, the weight of the moment settling in like a wave crashing down.

Jeongin looked up at you, his smile trembling as he pulled a small velvet box from his pocket. “Baby…I know I’ve been over the top before. I know I’ve done a lot of wild, stupid things. But this isn’t one of them. This-” he opened the box to reveal a stunning ring, the lights catching the diamonds in a way that made it sparkle like a star, “ - is the one thing I’m doing because I’ve never been more certain about anything in my life.”

Your breath hitched, your vision blurring as tears streamed down your cheeks. 

“Will you marry me, Nabi?” His voice cracked slightly, the vulnerability in his words breaking your heart in the best way possible. “Because I can’t imagine a life where I’m not the one by your side. I don’t need blimps or billboards. I just need you.”

The silence in the stadium was deafening, every single person holding their breath as they waited for your answer.

You swallowed hard, your voice shaking as you whispered, “Yes. Yes, Innie.”

The crowd exploded in cheers, the noise so loud it felt like the stadium itself might burst apart. But all you could hear was the sound of your heartbeat rising in your ears, pounding in your chest as Jeongin stood up, pulling you into his arms.

He kissed you then, in front of thousands of screaming fans, in the middle of the most important moment of both your lives. It was soft, gentle, and filled with so much love that it made your knees weak.

When you finally pulled away, breathless and laughing through your tears, Jeongin looked down at you with the same adoring smile he’d always had. “I guess I broke my promise about no more grand gestures, huh?”

You chuckled, wiping at your tears. “I think I’ll let this one slide.”

Jeongin grinned, his eyes sparkling as he slid the ring onto your finger. “Good. Because this is the only one that really mattered.”

You looked at the ring then up at Jeongin who was crying now too. Suddenly, it all became too much. The adrenaline, the disbelief, the overwhelming joy- it hit you like a tidal wave. You turned away from Jeongin, your chest rising and falling with uneven breaths, and squatted down, covering your face with your hands. The tears came pouring out uncontrollably, your entire body trembling as you tried to process everything that had just happened.

The cheers from the crowd were deafening, but you could still hear the boys- your boys; you family -in the background, reacting to what had just unfolded. 

Lee Know tried to maintain his composure, but even he couldn’t stop the flood of emotions that broke through. He was crying, full fledged crying and clinging to Changbin which was a strange and unfamiliar sight to you. Changbin’s grin was impossibly wide, despite the tears rolling down his face. He leaned into Lee Know, giving him a hard smack on the back as if to say, “Can you believe this? Our maknae - our little baby did it.” 

Chan,  had crumbled into a full sob as well, his shoulders shaking as he wiped furiously at his eyes, looking at Jeongin with a mixture of pride and disbelief. He was holding onto Han, who was also crying but trying to comfort his hyung at the same time, patting his back as tears streamed down his own cheeks.

Felix, Hyunjin and Seungmin were all huddled up crying as well, trying to pull someone up onto the stage. You couldn’t help but let out an excited squeal as your favorite Aussie - sorry Channie, sorry Lix - came running to you from the crowd.

She didn’t care as she pushed Jeongin out of the way to fall onto the ground and hug her best friend. 

“Oh my GOD!! Y/N, my love!!” Hannah cried as she clung to you, pulling back to look at your face.

All of them - every single one of them - were crying, their hearts bursting with happiness for the youngest member of their group, the boy they’d watched grow from a shy teenager into a man who was standing on stage, proposing to the love of his life.

And Stay…Stay was losing their minds.

It was as if they didn’t know whether to cheer, cry, or scream. Some fans had tears streaming down their faces, waving their lightsticks in support. A collective wave of emotion washed through the crowd as the realization hit- Jeongin, their precious maknae, was in love. Truly, deeply in love. And it wasn’t just some fleeting romance; it was real, profound, the kind of love you could only dream about. 

Some fans covered their faces in disbelief, others jumped up and down in pure joy, and more than a few had collapsed into sobs, overwhelmed by the moment. Their phones were held high in the air, capturing every second of this life-altering event. They knew this wasn’t just a regular concert anymore- it was history in the making. Probably the most elaborate proposal one had seen. A story that would be told for years to come.

Jeongin stood there, watching you cling to Hannah with a soft, tender smile, and then, without saying a word, he crouched down beside you. He didn’t pull you up immediately, just rested a gentle hand on your back, giving you the space you needed to breathe, to process. After a moment, you peeked up at him through your fingers, a half-sob, half-laugh escaping your lips as you took in his watery smile.

“I’m really sorry for this,” Jeongin murmured, his voice still shaky with emotion, “but I couldn’t wait any longer.”

You shook your head, laughing through your tears as you wiped at your face. “I should’ve known you’d find a way to break your promise.”

He chuckled softly, his hand still rubbing comforting circles on your back. “Just this one time. I couldn’t help it, Nabi.”

Finally, you stood up, still feeling weak in the knees, Hannah letting you use her as a crutch, and Jeongin pulled you into his arms. He held you so tight it was as if he was afraid you might slip away, his chin resting on top of your head as you both soaked in the moment. He pet your hair as the rest of the boys crowded around, not caring about the stage or the cameras.  One by one, they pulled you and Jeongin into the tightest, warmest group hug you’d ever been a part of - Hannah stubbornly pushing past her brother to join - each of them sniffling and wiping their eyes as they squeezed you both.

Lee Know, still crying, ruffled Jeongin’s hair with a grin, “I can’t believe you actually did it.”

“I can’t believe I’m crying,” Han muttered through his tears, which made everyone laugh.

“I can you’re a crybaby.” Seungmin said through his now quieted tears, which only made everyone laugh even harder.

Chan gave you a squeeze, patting your head, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m so proud of you, Jeongin.”

You glanced up at Jeongin through the sea of arms wrapped around you, his face still glowing with pure happiness. As the boys and your best friend slowly pulled away, Jeongin took a deep breath, turning to face the crowd one last time. He was still holding your hand, his fingers laced tightly with yours as he raised your joined hands in the air.

“I just have one last thing to say,” he began, his voice resonating through the stadium as the audience quieted down. He looked at you with so much love, his eyes soft and bright. “A message for Stays.”

He looked at you and you nodded, having a sixth sense to what he would say.

Jeongin stood there, his voice steady but full of emotion, addressing not just you but every single person in the crowd. His hand, still holding yours, gave a reassuring squeeze, but his eyes drifted over the sea of fans- his Stays. His heart was laid bare, his words filled with a kind of truth that could only come from experiencing love in its rawest form.

“The problem is never that you loved someone or someone loved you…” he continued, his voice resonating across the stadium. “It’s how you choose to handle that love. How you react when it gets hard, when it feels overwhelming, when you’re scared of it. But love itself? Love doesn’t hurt you. People do. Choices do. But love…love heals.”

He took a deep breath, his gaze now sweeping the audience as if speaking to each of them personally. “I know some of you might feel like love is scary. That it’s a risk, that it can break you, or ruin things, or mess with everything you’ve worked for. But love doesn’t destroy. It builds you up. It pushes you to be the best version of yourself. It’s what makes life worth it.”

The crowd, which had been buzzing with excitement, grew silent, every word sinking into the hearts of those watching. Tears filled the eyes of fans as Jeongin’s vulnerability hit them all at once. The sincerity in his voice made it impossible not to feel the weight of his message.

“I know sometimes it feels easier to give up on love, to protect yourself from the possibility of getting hurt. But the truth is…love will always be there, waiting for you to embrace it. When you shut it out, you’re shutting out the best parts of yourself.” His voice softened, but the emotion behind it was more powerful than ever. “When you need someone the most, when you feel like you can’t do it alone, love will always be there. That’s what love is for.”

A gentle breeze seemed to sweep through the arena, carrying his words like a warm hug. He glanced at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips as he turned back to the crowd.

“So, don’t be afraid of it. Don’t run from it. Don’t think it’ll ruin things, because love will only ruin you if you don’t give it a chance. Trust me, I’ve had to teach that to people firsthand.” He turned to you and kissed your forehead. 

“And I thought that I had to prove that fact with grand gestures, but in the end, all that matters is being there. When someone needs you most.”

He whispered to you.

“When you need me most, I’ll be there. That’s love.”

With that, he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips, sealing the promise that he had made- not just to you, but to everyone who believed in love.

You smiled through your tears, reaching up to touch his cheek gently as you two kissed.

When you had needed him most he had shown up. 

You had always needed him. And he had always been there.

And you knew he’d always would be.

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[dearly-somber]

Viva la Vida | k.yh

-> pairing. idol!younghyun x non-idol!reader (f)

-> genre. fluff, established relationship

-> rating. 13+

-> w/c. 348

-> warnings. None!

-> a/n. Coldplay x DAY6 my beloveds <3

-> collection. songfic

-> started. ???

-> fin. Jan. 16th, 2021 @ 00:29

-> edited. Fri., Jan. 20th, 2023 @ 07:14

-> divider credit. @saradika-graphics

You welcomed Younghyun back with a large smile and quick peck on the cheek.

"How'd filming go?" you asked as you hung his coat up for him, giggling when he back hugged you and swayed around for a moment.

"It went well! It was freezing, though. Could you start up the fire?"

"Sure, love. You go grab us some drinks."

He nodded happily and let you go after pecking your cheek to grab some wine. You played some soft music in the background, humming along as you set the logs in the fireplace alight, making yourself comfortable.

"Here you go, m'lady."

You giggled joyfully as Brian handed you a wine glass, clinking them together before taking a sip.

"Come dance with me," you ordered, pulling him up with you and basking in the sound of his laugh.

Swaying around with his hands on your waist and your hands on his neck, your fingers played with the hair at his nape.

"This turtleneck looks good on you. You should wear it more often."

"Is that so?" He smirked, leaning in to gently kiss your lips. His hands traveled down your side. You laughed brightly when he suddenly hoisted you up by your thighs, wrapping your legs around his waist as you kissed on the way to the couch. He laid you down, hovering over you as he kissed you to oblivion.

You hummed when he pulled away to nibble at your neck, your fingers intertwined with his hair, gently pulling on the strands.

"Now, now. Not tonight," you muttered after he tried sliding his hand up your shirt, grinning when he whined childishly in response. "Some other night, love. Right now I just want you to hold me."

Brian heaved a sigh but held you innocently, making himself comfortable on the couch. You wrapped yourself around him and kissed his jaw gently.

"I love you, you know?"

"I love me too," Younghyun teased, giggling as you gently smacked his arm. He kissed your forehead and pulled away to look at you quietly, admiring you.

"I love you more, dove."

[yyprompts]

#32 🌙❤️🤍

day6 inspired?

"Don't go to work today, all I wanna do is stay at home and be lazy with you."

"I blame you for everything that went down, because you don't even care, do you?"

"I'll try my best to accept and care for you while you're mine, trust me this time."

"I'm being serious about this, why are you holding back laughter?"

"Your mouth is like a loaded gun, and you never stop shooting out garbage."

"For someone so innocent, you sure are trigger-happy..."

"Thought it would be cute to have so much paparazzi ogling me and have a legitimate excuse to stay in my home 24/7, but damn, is it too late to quit celebrity life?"

"Are you the next person in line to ruin my life?"

"Feels like I'm always going head-first into danger, but I like it."

"Your head doesn't spin knowing I like you but ignoring it anyway?"

[sanctuary1988]

~ The Walking Lady | 22 | Gwi

French: /the petals of love/

Pairing: Gwi x fem! noble! Reader

Summary: A heartless vampire falls in love for the first time in centuries of loneliness. Passion, secrets, betrayal and love drown the royal palace. Will your love for Gwi prevail through time or will it wither away like a fallen rose petal? Maybe love was his punishment, maybe love was your salvation. Or wasn't it a curse to you both? Because, who can beat a race against time? Who can love in the dark? Who can love without truth? After all, even the most beautiful flower will wither away and end in ashes of time, remembered only by the one who cherished her the most.

Warnings: ANGST, mixed emotions, love, hatred, threatening someone, mentions of abandonment, cruelty, guilt, Gwi missing his petal, Gwi writes poetry again!, general vampire stuff, betrayal, wounded love, historical! AU, royal! AU?, cannon copilant (let me know if I missed anything!)

Word Count: 3k words

A/N: Hi, darlings of mine! I know it's been a couple of months O.o but I wanted to give you this chapter as soon as possible as we are getting back on this third and final act of the story! I am so excited to share with you what I've had planned for over a year so, without entertaining you further, happy reading, dear 😌😁 .

Tagging: @my-day6 | @yumisventingmachine | @yukihatesreoyo | @anonymous2828 | @solivagant444 | @nitimurinvetitumsposts | @queenjang21 | @ib026 | @emneedshelp | @exo-shohei-perrie | @shylia 🙈❤️*let me know if you'd like to be tagged or if you want me to get you off my taglist!

Please let me know your thoughts in the comments! I'd love to hear from you, loves. Enjoy! 🫶🫶🫶

*A/N: There's a poem I wrote for this story that you'll find in this chapter, I do not allow for it to be used in any other media or to be reposted/translated.

“Who is she?”

The voice of a little girl reached your ears. You didn’t turn around, didn’t acknowledge her at all. You knew what they said about you. You knew the whispers and murmurs and stories behind your pain. So you just kept walking. You walked as if you had a destination in mind, as if someone was waiting for you at the end of your journey. 

“Don’t look, little one. She may curse you with her eyes.”

A witch, someone said. A heretic. A demon of heartbreak. The sun was hiding behind the clouds and as the little girl whimpered in confusion you stopped walking. The air in the marketplace shifted, you felt eyes on you, judging gazes like spines on your fingers. Your eyes met the ones of the child, she couldn’t have been older than four years old, so cute and innocent and pure. 

She made you remember a certain little girl you had held in your arms what seemed like a thousand lives ago. Your eyes softened, and you spoke with a voice that once had been filled with warmth and wisdom, now it was just empty. 

“You should obey your mother. Don’t look.”

The girl bit her lip and you turned away from her, continuing to walk the rustle of your skirts being the only sound in the suddenly silent marketplace. They all watched you like a spectacle. Some with pity, others with disgust and even fewer with lament. 

“They said she used to be an important Lady of the house of Lee.”

“I heard she escaped her home.”

“Didn’t her husband die?”

The whispers followed you like shadows. Wherever your feet carried you they always were behind you. Your heart felt heavy in the cradle of your ribs, your eyes dry after crying too much. You kept walking. In emptiness, in loneliness, in heartbreak. 

The silence of the clouds was louder than the drumming from his heart. Walking and walking through the underground palace’s empty corridors, the vampire tasted his own loneliness. He could hear echoes of a long lost laugh, still smell the faded perfume that once lulled him into dreamless sleep and yet, it was now the cause of his most horrible nightmares. 

Months had passed. Months of an aching illness that ate his heart in the silence of his solitude. 

The flowers were dead. The moon now killed him just as the sun. And his heart, cold and poisonous, secretly missed the warmth it had once held in the cage of his ribs. The blood he tasted was bitter, the tea he drank was acrid. He missed her. He missed you. But loving someone came with the price of pain. 

Gwi grew the bitterness of your betrayal in his heart like poisonous ivy around the cradle of his love. 

“You cannot forgive, vampire. You kill, you destroy. You. Do. Not. Forgive.”

The words Minister Kim had once uttered to him in hatred came back to him like lightning in a dark sky. They weighed him down. It weighed because they were true. He could not forget. He could not forgive. But he could love. Yet that once pure love was tainted with the ink of your lies, with the stain of your betrayal. 

“My Lord, His Majesty asks for an audience with you,”

The voice of a guard brought him back from his dark thoughts. His crimson eyes fixed on the trembling man as his words fell into his ears like a pebble in still water. Disrupting the quiet madness within him. 

Gwi didn’t speak right away. His crimson gaze lingered on the flickering torchlight that danced along the cold stone walls—walls that once echoed with her voice, with the quiet rhythm of her breath as she slept. Now only shadows clung to him. Shadows and silence. 

He sat down on his throne of stone, his silk robes pooling around him like spilled ink on parchment. His beauty ethereal, marred with the dancing touches of the delicate flames from candles around him. 

“Bring him in.”

He said at last. His voice deep like velvet on steel, deadly yet beautiful. The guard spurred on, and later the king arrived. Dressed in his red silk and gold jewelry, his youthful face was composed with fragile serenity yet a tremor betrayed him – a single twitch in the corner of his mouth as he faced the vampire in all his eternal glory. 

“Your Majesty,”

Gwi drawled with a slow, mocking tilt of his head, every syllable dipped in irony. 

“To what do I owe the pleasure? Have your royal nights grown lonely without my shadow beside your throne?”

King Wang Hyu lowered his head in respect and fear. His voice was smooth as he spoke, hiding the trembling words of his unease beneath the gauze of formality. 

“My lord… the kingdom suffers.”

The vampire sighed, bored at the conversation but amused at the king who now served him when the prince he once was, wanted to destroy him. He stood up, descending the steps that led to his grey throne and began pacing, the whisper of his robes against the ground was deafening in the silence of the room. His hands were clasped behind his back, his chin tilted in the air as he spoke in that soft thunderous voice of his. 

“The kingdom has always suffered. That is its nature. Your father died while it suffered and you’ll live only to see its tears.”

The king glanced up, daring to look at the seemingly tranquil vampire who walked in front of him. 

“But this time it is not war, or bandits, or treason. It is the land itself that cries.”

Gwi stopped, mid-stride. Slowly, he turned his head, those eyes—those ancient, bottomless eyes—fixing the young monarch with a look that hollowed him out from the inside.

“The land?”

Came his voice in a baritone murmur. 

“You come here to speak to me of dirt and crops while the blood of your ancestors still clings to the blade I used to crown you?”

Wang Hyu stiffened, his heart skipping a beat in a spark of terror. 

“My lord, the rice fields rot. A plague devours the roots before the harvest. The farmers say the sky has turned its face from us. That the gods are angry. If famine comes, rebellion follows.”

A subtle frown settled in the vampire’s brows, his eyes darkened with annoyance, with frustration, with emotions so complex he couldn’t even tell them apart anymore. He moved again, this time slower, a predator circling his prey more out of habit than hunger. 

“And what do you want me to do, boy king? Do you think I can conjure rain from the heavens? Speak to clouds as you speak to frightened nobles?”

Wang Hyu frowned at Gwi’s mockery. His fists clenched beneath his long sleeves. 

“I came for aid, not ridicule.”

The kind spoke, his voice sharper now; cracking through the formality like ice beneath a heel. 

“The people suffer! And if you still call this land your kingdom, then perhaps you should act like its ruler and not a ghost hiding in stone!”

The words hung in the chamber like a blade suspended in the air. Gwi’s steps halted. His dark eyes painting crimson, the torches fled as if they could sense the growing tension in the room. He turned slowly, like a god pausing to look down at a speck of dust that had dared to speak.

It took him a second, a blink, a heartbeat before he stood in front of the young monarch, his hand clamped around Wang Hyu’s throat in a choking grip, his feet leaving the ground as he was lifted from the cold, dead ground of the magnificent underground palace. 

“You dare raise your voice at me?”

The vampire whispered. His voice soft yet dark and deep. It made a shiver run down the king’s spine. 

“You dare speak of this kingdom as if it were yours to mourn?”

He leaned in close, fangs inches from the king’s cheek, his breath colder than death itself.

“I made you king.”

Gwi hissed. 

 “I painted the walls with your father’s blood and handed you his throne still warm from the corpse. Do not mistake my amusement for weakness.”

The king’s mouth opened, trying to gulp down air that didn’t reach his lungs. His hands clawed at the vampire’s wrist, his eyes filling with tears. 

“You are mine.”

Gwi said, voice deeper now, his rage a quiet storm beneath the surface.

“A crown of gold atop a skull of clay. And should you forget your place, I will crush you like I did the man who sired you.”

His grip on the young man loosened as if burned, Wang Hyu dropped to the ground, gasping and coughing and wheezing for air, ignored by Gwi in disgust of his mortal soul. 

“I serve you… but I will not watch Joseon die under your shadow.”

Gwi stared down at him, expression unreadable—then slowly turned, his voice echoing through the chamber like thunder behind velvet. 

“Then breed a son, little king.”

His tone was ice. 

“Or I will choose one for you. The throne needs only a body and a heartbeat. And if not yours, I can make any bastard prince kneel to me with a whisper.”

Those words shattered what was left of the king’s pride like a mirror falling on stone. It was final, the shards poisonous. The reflection bewitched in blood. 

Wang Hyu stood up, his left hand cradling his now bruised throat and spoke in a hoarse voice, a gentle deathly whisper that made the vampire narrow his eyes at him. 

“You call me a puppet… but you forget puppets are also made of needles.”

Gwi smirked, sitting down on his stone throne once more, his robes falling at his feet like dead petals. The candles sharpened his features and his eyes blazed crimson like two suns in the darkest night. 

“Oh, prince, let us hope you don’t try to use it. I’d hate to have to bathe this palace in your blood again. It stains the stone in ways even time cannot erase.”

It was the mockery, the irony, the playfulness in the dark words that made the king’s stomach churn. He felt degraded, used and discarded but not yet dead. Not completely at least. 

With a gesture of his hand, the vampire dismissed the king from his shadowy presence. 

“Go, play your kingly games. Feed your starving people, give them hope for rain when it’s sunny. Leave me alone.”

Wang Hyu bowed low, not because he feared the monster staring him down but because he did not have enough strength to stand upright. His steps faded into the darkness until only the whisper of silence remained in the throne room. The flickering flames danced in their harmonious, dangerous way he once enjoyed and only the faint smell of roses reached him. So faint he could have imagined it. 

Ink told stories. Of soldiers, of kingdoms, of wars and hopes. It once told his story. Now it told of his heartbreak. 

My heart aches in a way I can’t describe. 

The silence is heavy and loud. 

The faint smell of your perfume got lost in time. 

This love is now tainted in lies. 

I used to worship every breath you took. 

Now I hate even the thought of you. 

I hate you so much that I cannot stop seeing you in dreams and whatnot. 

I hate that your name is still whispered in my soul. 

I used to love roses, now I feel only disgust. 

But did you not also love the night? When it once scared you the most?

I used to love you, I used to want you. 

Is it wrong for me to hate you but still desire you?

Like stained glass you shattered my trust. 

But, petal, did you not also kiss my tears? 

I once held you with burning lust. 

Yet you broke what was to me most dear. 

Poisonous flower. 

May this rain wash away your sins. 

And perhaps I’d forgive you in your next rebirth. 

When you are not roses but lilies in the wind.

The parchment crumbled as he fisted it, the ink staining his fingers in dark shadows as he dropped the brush and tossed the secrets of his heart into the fire. The flames consumed it with hunger in its dance, and he watched it burn until nothing remained but ash. 

The candle extinguished and thunder flared in the distance. Gwi could hear the distant sound of rain hitting the stone above his underground palace. 

It was heavy. This empty feeling of loneliness that weighed his heart down. These shadowed nightmares that chased him in those scarce moments he did sleep. It was heavy to carry with a heart that had once been so full but now it was filled not with light love but with heavy bitterness. 

He stood up, eyes staring up at the once beautiful cherry blossom tree that was in what used to be your room. He spent days there, sometimes weeks. Just existing in the remaining scent of flowers long dead. 

The branches were empty of those rose petals, the wood had darkened and he had thought more times than once that maybe he’d have to have it removed. The tree was dead, the flowers had crumbled. The petals had blackened. And his heart had been emptied by his own hand. 

A deep sigh escaped his lips, a tremor trailing down his spine. His silken robes felt wrong as they hugged his figure. He might have turned cold to the world, cruel to the kingdom. More bloodthirsty in his desire of power and it all had changed the moment you left his side. 

The moment he casted you out. 

Gwi turned around, leaving the large bedroom. Night had fallen earlier that day, the sky was dark and the horizon rumbled with thunder and rain. He arrived at the throne room, that empty space that had once been filled with the sweet aroma of fresh honeyed tea. His jaw tightened, this place, this palace, this kingdom, this life was plagued with thoughts of you. Of your scent, your smile, your eyes he had fallen in love with. That smile that made his ego crumble like parchment on flames. That voice that called him from a darkness too deep to ignore. 

It had all been you. 

It had all been your love. 

The vampire lord left his underground palace that night. The rain soaked his robes, heavy silk dragging against the earth with every step, the hem darkening with water and mud. his dark hair was protected by a gat that stopped the water from getting into his eyes. He walked, away from his underground domain, away from the royal palace that used to be his hunting terrain. It was now a prison of thorns. 

He walked as if the rain were meant to cleanse him. As if each drop could peel away the layers of blood, sorrow, and betrayal that clung to him like a second skin. Each step echoed, slow and solemn, splashing through shallow puddles that shimmered like silver pools under fleeting moonlight. The water mirrored the past: of laughter once shared, of a small warm hand once nestled in his, of whispered promises exchanged beneath the very sky that now wept for them. Joseon slept restlessly under the thunder’s lullaby, and none dared peer out of their windows to watch the stranger cloaked in black pass by.

The vampire lord did not seek shelter. He did not need it. What protection could there be from what already lived inside him? The night no longer offered comfort. It was no longer his ally. But neither was he afraid of it. They were equals now—old, worn, and aching with secrets.

His hands, usually pale and elegant, were clenched at his sides, the knuckles straining. The ink that had stained his fingers was long gone—but its phantom still clung to his skin, just like your memory clung to his soul. He could not wash it off. 

A single lantern –a candle embraced in glass– hung in the main street. The light was blurred by the rain yet it stood silent through the storm. Gwi walked toward it on instinct, the light reflecting in his eyes. A cross from him, a figure emerged from the shadows. 

Puffed skirts and gentle steps was what he saw. A soft rhythm of the woman that encountered him in the crossroads. Her head was down, eyes cast at the puddles at her feet. The rain didn’t seem to bother her, or maybe she didn’t even feel it. She didn’t flinch as thunder rumbled in the sky and lightning made him notice her wet strands of (h/c) hair plastered to her face. 

She passed by him. Her shoulder brushed his slightly.

No flinch. No gasp. No recognition.

As if he didn’t exist.

His eyes followed her and the vampire thought that she was an illusion, a dream his mind was creating to torment him further. 

The wind picked up, water rain hit his porcelain skin and the sniff of a scent he often imagined in his dreams reached him like a lost treasure found after centuries. 

Roses. 

Roses and tea. 

Roses and love. 

The scent of crushed petals, of morning tea left unfinished on a cold tray, of laughter in hidden chambers. Roses, and something softer—vanilla, perhaps. Or memory.

A ghost of a perfume that had haunted him for longer than it should. 

He staggered a step forward, as if wanting to reach her and lightning cracked the dark sky once more, illuminating a hairpin with a crimson flower on it tangled in her hair. 

The word escaped his lips before he could stop himself. It was almost instinctive. His voice soft with wonder and yearning and love. A love he had tried to deny it still existed. A love he thought was only ashes. A love that killed him in its absence. 

“Petal?”

June/14/2025

A/N: Thoughts? O.O

My inbox is open, darlings! Or feel free to leave a comment! I'd love to hear your thoughts and inputs for the story! Take care, everyone 🫶

~ Masterpost

[day6source]

DAY 6, a Mini concert + Keyboard Instrument Gift for Children With Incurable Diseases…A Special Time.

JYP Entertainment (hereinafter JYP) and DAY6 drew attention by carrying out wish-fulfillment activities for children with incurable diseases in Korea and cheering for hopeful dreams. In June 2019, JYP signed a social contribution business MOU with Make-A-Wish Korea and launched its representative CSR activity 'EDM (Every Dream Matters!)', a project to encourage hope by providing emotional support to children with incurable diseases. (hereinafter referred to as EDM). Recently, a Korean patient shared a wish, saying, ‘I want to meet DAY6 hyungs,’ and the members responded and shared a special time. Lee Geonwoo, 7 years old, was diagnosed with acute lymphocytic leukemia last year and is receiving continuous treatment. Wish Kid Lee Geonwoo said that he likes DAY6 so much that even during difficult treatment, DAY6's music changes his mood and gives him energy. He was very disappointed that he couldn't go to the solo concert "WTTS" (Welcome to the Show) held in April due to his weakened immune system, and his wish to meet DAY6 was delivered to JYP through Make-A-Wish Korea, which made his meeting with DAY6. DAY6 hosted a special mini concert where members sang their favorite songs. In addition, Lee Geonwoo, who is usually interested in musical instruments, played the instruments that the members actually use and gave them questions. In addition to taking photos to commemorate Wish Day, he delivered albums and T-shirts with his handwritten autographs, and in particular, Wonpil showed affection by presenting his instrument so that Wish Kid can continue to practice the keys. Lee Geonwoo said, "I loved the time I spent with DAY6 as much as the universe. Thank you for giving me the piano (key) that I wanted, and I will practice hard and become a great person like you." Lee's mother said, "I think today will be remembered as 'Best Part' just like the name of DAY6's song. Thank you JYP and Make-A-Wish Korea for leaving a huge page in my child's life." DAY6 said, "I hope that the time spent with us will remain a good memory when you can look back on later. I hope Geonwoo will grow up cheerful and innocent, and we hope him to be healthy and meet again at our concert. I hope you will practice a lot on the keyboard (gifted by Wonpil) and achieve your dream of becoming a great musician," he said. JYP has continued to carry out activities for children suffering from incurable diseases, such as when its head Park Jinyoung personally met children suffering from leukemia and gave them dance and singing lessons, and its artists communicated with patients and invited them to concerts to share memories. Last March, Twice participated in a wish-fulfillment activity for three children at home and abroad. Meanwhile, DAY6 completed their solo concert "Welcome to the Show" in April at Jamsil Indoor Stadium in Songpa-gu, Seoul, with a total of 34,000 spectators. Then, from June 21 to 23, they held their third official fan meeting 'DAY6 3RD FANMEETING "I Need My Day' at the same place and made memories with fans.

[meet-me-at-our-place]

🖤…mixtape ship…💕

@eudonyx

oh my god, I haven't done one of these ships in a hot minute so thank you so much for requesting this, i absolutely adored doing this for you and yeah.

apologies for the delay but i hope this finds you at a time when it was valuable and most importantly i hope you have a great day

xx

wren

~txt~ taehyun🖤💕

Upon listening to your playlist, I was met with an overwhelming amount of confidence regarding the fact that I was going to ship you with Taehyun right or wrong. Before I get any further into the ship I'll add the songs below just in case you forgot which songs you sent me:

Celebrity - IU

Angel with a shotgun - The Cab

Adore You - Harry Styles

Love Story - Taylor Swift

Blue Hour - TxT

Express Moon - Jo Yuri

Feel Special - Twice

Home - BTS

Starry Night - Mamamoo

Days gone by - Day6

Highlight - Izone

Left & Right - Seventeen

Most of this ship is riding on the idea that you and Taehyun are star-crossed lovers, in the most volatile way. It's passionate and true how much he loves you. It's love with a twist, one would assume that it's just a case of puppy love, yet something is so adult and based in reality. No matter how sweet you both seem on the surface there is this undeniable sense of lust and the realization that you are having a resounding affect on others just by wanting to be together.

Taehyun is your unconventional prince charming who knows deep down that you are meant to be and that you are wrapped around his finger. One would presume that you were both just too innocent to know what was going on but that's not the case, you're both sugar coated but you know that some of your feelings aren't that pure.

He is the one you call to experience something that makes you feel complete, and even if he stutters when you tell him you love him the morning after, there exists some deep love in his heart he just doesn't know how to say it. It would go on like this for a while, not knowing what you were and being confused that your relationship was staying afloat, yet Taehyun really just craves your care and affection even if he seems indifferent.

If there was some distance between the two of you, each day you would creep closer to each other until your fingers were lightly grazing. Taehyun has hearts in his eyes for you and hearts in his fingers on the nights he sneaks into your bedroom or encourages you to sneak out to meet him. No matter how you put it there was something pulling you away from him, a person who Taehyun didn't want to acknowledge since he knew he was way better than that loser.

Once that moment of clarity comes, the moment he knows that he couldn't possibly live without you, he picks up his guitar and makes his way to your home, ready to serenade the ever loving crap out of you. As soon as he started strumming, and when the first few words of Days Gone By by Day6 left his lips you knew this was true love, even if it wasn't perfect. That day Taehyun sang with the most devotion and truth, his occasional voice cracks were even more beautiful than the song itself. He was fighting against all of his anxieties to serenade you, he was your brave knight fighting for both of you.

At the end of the day, when you're leaning in for a rushed kiss before you let your inhibitions go, you are certain that there is no better type of love, and you're correct. Taehyun knew it was love too once he realised that he would move heaven and earth for you, and pull you away from someone who clearly doesn't love you, just to see you smile.

And when all is said and done, after Taehyun pulls down his brave face he almost cries at the idea of being in love with, and sharing a life with such an angel.

~moodboard 🖤💕~

~shufflemancy reading🖤💕~

'but does he know you call me when he sleeps?

but does he know the pictures that you keep?

but does he know the reasons that you cry?

or tell me, does he know where your heart lies? where it truly lies

right here with me, babe

where it truly lies

my bed, babe

where it truly lies

in my arms, babe

where it truly lies'

~like a moth to a flame♡ swedish house mafia & the weeknd

~your song🖤💕~

[iddybyddybee]

I miss Lovelyz

As someone who has been in the Kpop fandom since the 3rd Gen, I've seen a lot of trends and specific types of groups debut in droves. It can be hard to stand out, but some groups manage to do just that, even if standing out actually means being consistent.

Lovelyz was one of those groups.

They debuted right in the boom of the "cute, bubbly, and innocent" concept. Other groups that emerged in this were GFriend, Oh My Girl, and Twice.

One of the fascinating things about Lovelyz is that their sound was very consistent with every comeback. Why? Because they mainly had a few select producers (1Piece comes to mind) make all of their songs, so there was a natural flow from one album to the next. I nickname it "Innocent Techno" because it's appears very simple and fluffy, but under the surface, there's a whole lot of layers. Other groups I would put in this category or Cosmic Girls & IZ*ONE. I recommend listening to their Instrumental album if you want to know what I mean.

The members also just WORKED with their sound. That might sound weird, but there are some groups that can't pull off specific styles based on the vocal arsenal they've got. Lovelyz fits right in with the cute and innocent styles. All of their voices are either high, bright, or both, making their unisons sound more cohesive.

I can think of other groups that follow this mindset and are some of my favorite groups of all time. Girls' Generation, Dreamcatcher, Day6, Seventeen, f(x), Red Velvet, etc.

I'm not as active in newer groups as I once was, but I have a feeling I'm correct in saying that there aren't a lot of current groups that are like Lovelyz; That have a specific sound that flows throughout their entire career and who sound perfect for it.

TLDR; I miss Lovelyz because their music was so good and consistent, and I feel that newer groups aren't modeling after them.

[moving-like-a-flowing-wind]

My thoughts about the Day6 comeback issue

The Title- Fourever

To be honest as someone who has come in terms with Day6 as a four member group while also being in touch with the former member's journey as an indie singer, my thoughts are quite ambivalent.

On one hand the title does somewhat leaves a slight bitter taste on my tongue as someone who has been following the band's journey for several years now because the said former member had a large contribution in shaping the band into where it stands now (also just to clarify: I do not mean to undermine the contribution of the current four members please do not twist my words).

But on the other hand I cant help but feel upset and disheartened when people are saying the current members are being shady. Personally as much as I have no tolerance for unwarranted hate towards jae, i have the same feelings for day6 member themselves, I cannot tolerate unwarranted hate towards them. Seeing both jae and day6 members being attacked hurts my heart.

I was very much willing to look past everything and anticipate the comeback until I saw the "Tel Aviv" on the background of the teaser images. This is something I cannot stand for at all, I am not just disappointed with everything I am very disgusted especially considering what kind of atrocities the terrorist state 'tel aviv' belongs to is committing against innocent civillians this is simply unacceptable shame on you jype and studioJ. We all waited for the comeback for three fucking years and this is what you give.

[bechangmin]

DREAMWAVE AUDITION

this is nerve-wrecking. in truth, changmin has no idea what had possessed him to do this. but he's always wanted to be a rockstar, and this – well would this bring him closer to his dream? he's not too sure about that. he stares at himself in front of the mirror, awkward limbs and demeanour. which company would want him? which?

maybe he should – yeah! changmin is made for this. he isn't made to be an idol. maybe he should give it up, return to france once he's graduated and work with his parents. that sounded better, that sounded more feasible. right? right!

he picks up his phone, ready to lie on the bed when a notification pops up on his screen. his quote of the day. "some days you're gonna get it right and some days you're gonna get it wrong. but no matter what, never stop trying to get it!".

that's right. changmin shouldn't stop, he shouldn't give up. he won't! he nods his head in affirmation, and swipes to the video recording mode. he'll try!

DREAM COMPANY

"my..." he's already stuttering, and he licks his lips. i can do this! "my dream company is studio delta!" changmin says, determined. "i've always admired studio delta artistes, and it would be a dream to be a part of their lineup, and learn from the best!" more, changmin should say more. "my dream... is to be a rockstar! and i think i can be a really accomplished one in studio delta."

SECOND DREAM COMPANY

oh dear. a second dream company? "my second dream company..." he begins, "is sr media! i think all the idols under sr media are very multi-talented. i see them go outside the field of music, and it takes... a lot of talent to be able to do that!"

PREVIOUS MUSICAL EXPERIENCE

musical experience? well changmin's got some of that, thanks to his parents. "i grew up in a theatre group... i never really did much performance on stage," because the lights always felt like they'd shine too brightly. and i'm not quite an actor, "but i served as an accompaniment for a lot of theatre shows, with my piano. i'd compose some songs here and there... and i used to go to an arts school back in france, where i majored in music, focusing on the piano."

which, he thinks probably isn't amazing – he's sure they'll get hundreds of applicants, all with specs that they can't quite pass up.

SKILLS ( x )

"i never quite stood on stage much to perform," he begins, "but i think i'm a pretty talented singer. i really love to sing," he's confident this time in his skill. whilst he had focused on the piano mainly back in school, he'd gotten quite a number of compliments for his voice and the way it sounded – how he somehow knew how to hold a note.

OTHER TALENTS

other talents... changmin doesn't have much, at least he doesn't think so. but there is something that comes to mind. "i can mimic the sound of a trumpet with my mouth!" he beams, "give me a moment please." he takes in a deep breath, before pursing his lips and mimicking the noise of a trumpet, playing jason derulo's talk dirty, before breaking out into a wide, innocent smile.

FAVORITE ARTISTS

"i have a lot of favourite artists! my favourite are definitely n.flying, day6...! and one ok rock! i love their music! i look up to them, and i'd love to make music like them one day!"

[chandielee]

Kpop dan Kemanusiaan: Bintang Kpop Menyuarakan Dukungan untuk Palestina

Kalimat "ALL EYES ON RAFAH" yang artinya semua mata tertuju pada Rafah ini sedang hangat dibicarakan diberbagai media sosial. Salah satunya di Instagram, unggahan instastory "ALL EYES ON RAFAH" milik @shahv4012 yang menggunakan fitur "Add Yours" ini telah diposting lebih dari 47,4 juta kali pengguna Instagram. Awal mula kenapa kalimat ini bisa se - viral ini berhubungan dengan apa yang sedang terjadi di negara belahan Asia Barat, lebih tepatnya di Palestina.dewa poker

Saat ini di Palestina sedang terjadi genosida. Genosida sendiri adalah sebuah pembantaian terhadap suatu suku dengan tujuan pemusnahan. Genosida yang terjadi di Palestina ni dilakukan dan didalangi oleh Bangsa Israel kepada Bangsa Palestina dengan tujuan ingin merebut tanah dan kekuasaan yang dimiliki warga Palestina. Usaha perebutan tanah ini sudah terjadi sejak tahun 1978. Namun, mulai ramai kembali ke dunia sejak tahun 2023, dimana pada tahun tersebut terjadi pembantaian besar-besar di Gaza, Palestina yang dilakukan oleh Para Zionist.

Hal tersebut banyak mengundang simpati dan empati orang - orang diseluruh dunia, banyak orang yang membuka mata dan menunjukkan dukungannya kepada Palestina. Mulai dari membuka bantuan donasi, memboikot brand - brand yang teridentifikasi menyumbang dananya untuk peralatan tempur Bangsa Israel, meng - upload postingan yang berbau Palestina dan melakukan aksi bela Palestina di negara - nya masing - masing.

Tidak hanya warga biasa, para selebritas pun tak luput menyuarakan dukungannya terhadap Palestina. Salah satunya yaitu para selebritas dari Negara Korea Selatan. Negara yang saat ini sedang menduduki peringkat atas genre musik populer di dunia. Banyak yang sudah melek tentang apa yang sedang terjadi di Palestina, Termasuk para Idol K - pop. Walaupun Negara Korea Selatan sendiri memilih untuk menjadi pihak netral diantara perseteruan Palestina dan Israel. Tapi tidak sedikit public figure dari negara yang dijuluki Negeri Gingseng tersebut secara terang - terangan memihak Palestina.

Beberapa Idol maupun aktor k - pop yang secara terang - terangan mendukung Palestina, diantaranya ;

Suho EXO

Kim Jun -- myeon atau biasa dipanggil Suho, merupakan ketua dari sebuah grup K - pop besar bernama EXO. Suho secara terang -- terangan menunjukkan dukungannya terhadap Palestina dengan mengunggah video di akun media sosialnya. Dalam video tersebut, Suho mengatakan jika ia akan berpartisipasi dalam acara Green Heart Bazaar ke -- 12 bersama UNICEF Korea. Nantinya keuntungan dari hasil bazar ini akan disumbangkan kepada anak - anak di Gaza yang menderita atau terkena dampak dari apa yang sedang terjadi di Palestina.

BM Kard

Matthew Kim atau BM merupakan seorang soloist dan member dari sebuah grup K - pop bernama KARD. BM menunjukkan dukungannya melalui cuitannya di X yang berisi mengajak penggemarnya di hari ulang tahunnya untuk berdoa, mendoakan orang - orang yang telah meninggal di Gaza, Palestina.

"While Im to celebrate another birthday, there are too many innocent people in Gaza losing that privilege. Please pray for all the lives lost and lives desperately seeking an end to this" -- cuitan BM di media X. Cuitan tersebut memiliki arti "Meskipun saya bisa merayakan ulang tahun lagi, ada terlalu banyak orang tak berdosa di Gaza yang kehilangan hak istimewa tersebut. Mohon doakan semua nyawa yang hilang dan mereka yang mati-matian mencari akhir dari hal ini".rtp live slot

Eaj

Park Jae - hyung atau kerap dipanggil Eaj merupakan seorang soloist dan mantan member grup band K - pop yaitu DAY6. Menunjukkan dukungannya dengan memposting tempate Instastory "All Eyes On Rafah" di story Instagramnya. Selain itu, Eaj juga mengunggah postingan terkait donasi untuk anak - anak di Palestina. 

Dahyun Twice

Dahyun memposting sebuah gambar di laman Instagramnya, gambar tersebut menunjukan Dahyun yang sedang berpose dengan memakai tas dan kaos campaign Michael Kors. Secara tidak langsung Dahyun mendukung Palestina. Dan hasil donasi dari kampanye nantinya akan disalurkan melalui UN World Food Programme. Organisasi tersebut merupakan organisasi yang saat ini tengah gencar menyuarakan dukungan dan keadilan untuk warga yang ada di Gaza, Palestina.  

Selain dari ke - empat Idol K - pop tersebut masih banyak lagi idol yang menyuarakan dukungannya terhadap Palestina baik secara terang - terangan, maupun secara tidak langsung. Idol - idol tersebut antara lain ada Junhoe IKON, RM BTS, V BTS, Jimin BTS, Jennie Blackpink, Kevin The Boyz, Sion, Jooyoung, Moonsujin, dan masih banyak lagi.  Apa yang terjadi di Palestina ini bukan hanya tentang agama, namun tentang kemanusiaan. Seperti yang disampaikan oleh Jay Park  dalam postingan Instagramnya sebelum ia menutup akun lamanya itu, "Kita tidak perlu menjadi muslim untuk membela Gaza, kita hanya perlu menjadi manusia".rtp dewapoker

[byuluno]

kpop groups - personal asks

24K: Do you prefer rapping, singing or dancing?

4Minute: What capital city would you like to visit?

AOA: What's your favourite animal?

ASTRO: What's your favourite thing to drink?

B.I.G: What's the riskiest/wildest thing you've ever done?

B1A4: Who's the friend you have been with the longest? How long have you been friends with them?

BTS: When and what was your greatest success?

Berry Good: Has anyone close to you ever hurt you? How did it feel?

Blackpink: Are you introverted or extroverted?

Block B: Do you have any tattoos or piercings?

Boys Republic: Are you a fan of video games?

Cosmic Girls: Who would you want to go stargazing with? Why?

DAY6: How did you meet one of your friends?

Dreamcatcher: What happened in the last dream you remember?

EXO: Is there anyone who has left you and you miss?

Elris: What's your favourite Disney storyline?

FAVORITE: What are three of your most favourite things?

FT ISLAND: What genre of music are you into?

GOT7: Where do you feel most at home other than where you live?

Gugudan: What do you like most about yourself?

HONEYST: What love song would you sing to confess your love?

I.O.I: If you were ever forced to leave a close friend, what would your last words to them be?

iKON: Would you ever fall in love with someone you were forced to be with? How long would it take?

K.A.R.D: Are you ever shipped with a close friend? Describe them.

KNK: How tall are you?

LABOUM: Describe a typical day for you in Winter.

LOONA: What's your favourite month and why?

Momoland: Describe someone who makes your heart race.

Monsta X: Have you ever done anything illegal? Was it minor or something big?

N.Flying: How do you act when meeting new people?

NCT: If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be? Why?

Oh My Girl: Do you prefer sciences or the arts?

PRISTIN: What's your favourite song? Why do you like it?

Pentagon: Are you more innocent or dirty minded?

Red Velvet: What's your favourite colour?

Romeo: What pet names would/do you call your partner?

SF9: How would you react to being broken up with?

Seventeen: Do you have a big or small friend group?

TWICE: Describe the most unique person you know.

UNIQ: Describe your best friend.

VROMANCE: Do you have a job?

Varsity: What sports are you a fan of?

Victon: What do you think of dimples?

Wanna One: How long does it usually take for you to fall in love?

Winner: Do you ever feel under appreciated? When?

f(x): Has anyone ever forgotten your name?

[caught-in-the-filter]

Sucktember 2022

Day 6: Innocent

 For the prompts from @suck-tember

Summary: Princess Emma wants Captain Jones, but her responsiveness and her kiss give away her inexperience.

A/N: These are unbetaed simply because September started out of nowhere. 😅 (This one doesn’t get to any actual smut, just a little kissing and flirtation.)

Rated: E; Words 718; AO3

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“Well, hello, Princess,” the pirate drawled, caging the young royal against the tavern wall with his arms at either side of her. “What brings the crown to such a seedy place as this?” Smirking as her breathing quickened at his brazen caress of her cheek, he admired that she didn’t break as he brushed back her hair from her face and caught a lock between his fingers. “It’s dangerous for a lass like you to wander in here unattended.”

The Princess chewed her lip and straightened her back before countering, “Maybe I like a bit of danger.” Though her hands were as shaky as her voice, she pushed off the wall and slid her palms along his vest, grasping his lapels as if she feared she’d run away if she didn’t hold onto him. She met his curious gaze and added, “And maybe you could help me be…attended to.”

The Captain’s brow raised at that, and his smile grew into something softer but no less interested. He cupped the back of her head and lowered his lips to her neck, slowly kissing along the column as her pulse raced beneath their touch, laughing lightly at her gasp as he nipped at her earlobe.

Ghosting his breath over her open mouth, he brushed his nose against hers and teased, “Just how innocent are you?” Her cheeks turned red at his question, and he almost felt bad for asking it, if he hadn’t thought her blush so endearing.

“Does it matter?” The Princess pulled him closer and kissed him herself—well, she tried. The kiss was inexperienced and rigid, her nerves clearly getting the best of her despite her admirable efforts not to show it. But as he kissed her back, her tension eased as she allowed him to guide her through it, and they moaned into each other’s mouths as the pirate pinned her to the cobbled stone behind her. “I don’t want to be,” she said quietly when they finally parted.

“Mmm, that’s quite the tempting treasure you’re offering,” he admitted, already hungry for another taste of her skin, “but I’m afraid you would return home to find two very angry, very powerful parents, who also happen to have their own army. I’d like to not get on their bad side.”

“They don’t have to know,” the Princess shrugged. “I’ve simply taken an interest in sailing. So, I’ve ordered the best Captain to teach me how to do it.”

“You order me to do this?” Mischievous fire sparked in his eyes.

“No,” she shook her head, “I would never.” The Princess seemed to shrink into herself as she pulled away from him and cast her eyes to the floor. “I’m asking you to do this.”

The pirate hadn’t meant for her to take his reservations as disinterest. On the contrary, he was all the more delighted by her wit and commended her risky secrecy.

“Well,” he paused, tucking his curled finger beneath her chin until she looked at him again. “If you’re absolutely sure you want to sail, we can adjourn to my ship to begin your lessons promptly and properly. But there’s no going back once you first handle a mast,” he punned to lighten her mood, but his tone was serious, “so you have to be certain.”

“I—” the Princess paused, anxious again as her gaze flicked to the prominent bulge in his trousers, “—I think I’m sure, but….”

“It’s not going to hurt you,” the Captain reassured her, giving her another chaste kiss. “I’d make it so good for you.”

“Prove it,” she challenged. “Show me. Please.”

“If you can promise me I won’t lose my head,” he joked, dragging his palm down the front of her gown and pressing on her skirts at the apex of her thighs, “I’d be honored to take yours.”

“I promise.”

“Right this way then.” He stepped back and waved for her to join him, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her tightly into his embrace as she walked with him. He flicked the shell of her ear with his tongue and purred, “And for the record, you’re more than welcome to command me if you’d prefer, but perhaps we’ll save those lessons for another time. Don’t think I’m letting you slip away after just one.”

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[boynextdoors]

the whole jae incident is so upsetting, they really made him take down the media where he was himself freely, this is why we can't have nice things.

this is a 28 year old man, idols are not infants

[immortalbutonlybyname]

Well, I was going to bed but then I saw that Got7 left JYP. I am so happy for them for being free of that horrible company but I am so sad that they are probably going solo. I hope we can see group stuff too though, like pull a beast/highlight and change their name but work together. Though it seems unlikely judging by how they were talking to different companies. I will stand with them in their solos and support everything they do. I hope they all have a successful debut once everything is said and done.

[someoneoutofthisworld]

Wonpil: Your legs look great in these jeans.

Dowoon: You should see me without them.

Wonpil: Why would you take off your legs?

[sevenpeaches]

Don’t you want to be able to be yourself without being judged for every little thing you do? Give your idols the same courtesy, don’t be a hypocrite. And don’t even think of using the “well so-and-so chose to be in the spotlight, they knew what they signed up for, if they can’t handle it then they should get out” argument because really all you’re doing is exposing yourself as a waste of space with that one. Idols live their lives under the miscroscope, let them breathe.