#flower boy next door kdrama

[kdramafeeds]

Go Dok Mi moments

06.19.2023

[kdramaxoxo]

Kdrama men that have ken-ergy

Kenergy K-drama Men:

and also funnily enough...

[accidentallyadramablog]

Dramas on Prime Video in the US I've watched multiple times:

Marriage Not Dating

Hogu's Love

Oh My Ghost

Flower Boy Next Door

A Witch's Love

I was actually looking for something else and saw these there. What? I didn't realize prime had picked up the license for them. These are the new classics. My comfort dramas.

[randomkoreandramaquotes]

[leche-flandom]

I'll never understand why characters in the kdramas I watch are like 3 feet apart and facing opposite/perpendicular directions when they say Important Things to each other. When I say something devastating, I definitely want to see my victim's expression as I do so.

[bro-atz]

betrayal [trope — mingi]

inspired by: shut up flower boy band — kdrama + this post

pair: rockstar!mingi/afab!reader

word count: 4.5k

content: angst, smut, heartbreak, mingi looks like he could kill you but is the sweetest cinnamon roll, (can you believe mingi is the betrayer gasp), reference to past drug use, drinking, smoking, violence, mingi gets beat up, (seonghwa's kind of a dick... and lowkey like a disney villain whoops), safe sex, car sex, bedroom sex, hand kink, tattoo kink, consensual sex

author's note: i actually had a completely different idea in mind, but then @byuntrash101 posted this and i immediately had a much better idea for the series so thank you for the inspiration love 💕 also someone for the love of god tell me how to stop turning drabbles into novellas thx

trope masterlist | part one | part two

Mingi flung his head back and sighed loudly in the dressing room as he stood before the vanity. He felt your presence behind him and immediately spun around, his shaggy hair covering the sadness in his eyes. You took a hesitant step towards him before he lashed out.

“What are you doing here?” Mingi spat out.

You winced. Sure, Mingi looked like he could kill someone, but in the time you knew him, he was the sweetest fucking cinnamon roll.

“I c-came to support you and the boys,” you murmured— it was the truth. You just wanted to support the band you had come to love, but honestly, you also wanted to see Mingi because you missed him. You missed him so fucking much.

“I told you to never let me see you again, Y/N. What is so fucking hard to understand about that?” Mingi huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, messing it up further.

“But why?” your voice wavered, tears threatening to spill out of your eyes. Tears actually did spill out of your eyes when you cried, “Why are you doing this? Can you tell me what I did wrong? Please? You break up with me over a phone call and tell me you want nothing to do with me, but you never said why!”

Mingi flinched. He hated seeing you cry, and he desperately wanted to just hug you and dry your tears, but he couldn’t. He had to stay away from you, and he couldn’t figure out a way to keep you away without just telling you to stay away. He wasn’t one to cheat or to move on so easily— hell, he had been performing for years, and it took him years to find someone like you, someone who could make everything go away, someone he could actually fall in love with— so he couldn’t bring himself to lie to you. He just needed you to trust him and to just stay away.

“Just get out of my face. Don’t ever come near me again,” Mingi bit out.

He didn’t even brush past you on his way out. He completely avoided you. You fell to your knees and cried as the curtains to the room swished upon his departure.

Before he could even get two steps away from the dressing room, Mingi ran into the one person he did not want to run into.

“Dude, I did what you fucking asked, okay?” he held his hands up and took a step away from him. “I didn’t do shit.”

“I know. I just came to collect,” he responded. “We’ll be out of your hair.”

Mingi nodded and quickly got away before the conversation could persist. He left the venue and slammed the door on his way out. He wanted to just run away into the night, but it was pouring. Of course it was raining. He settled for leaning against the side of the establishment and fishing his carton of cigarettes and his favorite lighter out of his back pocket. He lit one up and took a deep drag before the pain in his heart started to subside.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Mingi heard the bassist’s voice behind him.

“Not now, Yeosang,” Mingi murmured.

“No, dude. Spit it out. One day, Y/N was the love of your life, and the next you’re screaming at her to leave you alone? Nothing’s adding up,” Yeosang pushed further.

“Yeah, we’ll only be able to help you if you tell us what’s going on,” the keyboardist, Yunho, added.

Mingi found himself boxed in by the members of his band and let out his twentieth deep sigh of the day. “Fine,” Mingi mumbled as he took another drag from his cigarette. “But after I tell you guys, I don’t want to hear another word of it. I don’t want to hear her name ever again, got it?”

The men nodded, allowing Mingi to finally reveal what had happened between the two of you.

“Hey, who was that preppy chick in the front row?” the red-headed drummer asked his fellow bandmates.

“Beats me, dude,” Yunho shrugged. “She definitely doesn’t belong here, though.”

“Yeah, she’s like super preppy and shit,” the guitarist giggled.

“Isn’t that your type though, Wooyoung?” the drummer pointed out.

“…Shut up, San,” Wooyoung grumbled.

“It is weird, though. I’ve seen her so many times at our concerts. Is she one of our groupies?” Yeosang asked.

“Are groupies even a thing anymore?” Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.

“She’s definitely not a drug dealer from the looks of her,” San mused out loud.

“Okay, that was one time, and she seemed excited to be considered a groupie. I wasn’t talking to her because she sold— and I’m not about that shit! I haven’t done any more since I met you guys!”

“Mingi! Chill, that’s not what he was talking about!” Yunho grabbed Mingi’s shoulder to calm him down before he could throw a tantrum. “Besides, you almost went to jail. We know you don’t do drugs, so you don’t gotta get all defensive on us.”

“Yeah, okay, fine,” Mingi reclaimed his shoulder and adjusted his sweater before plopping to the ground.

“Anyway, that preppy girl— how many shows has she been at now?”

“Eight,” Yeosang answered immediately, only for four pairs of eyes to shoot directly to him and widen. “Not that I’ve been counting! …I’m just observant guys.”

“”Observant”,” Wooyoung mocked.

Before Yeosang could get up to slap the giggling guitarist silly, there was a knock on the dressing room door. Mingi got up and answered the door to see one of the stage managers standing there, a look of irritation on their face.

“Yes?”

“I thought we said you weren’t allowed to give anyone backstage access,” the stage manager said with disgust.

“We didn’t though?”

“Uh, actually…” San interjected and slowly raised his hand, the other four bandmates immediately groaning and yelling at the boy.

“Come on, man— We just talked about this!”

“You seriously suck.”

“That email was literally sent for you, San!”

“Sorry, sorry! I’ll handle it!” San held his hands up and scurried out of the room.

“Someone go with him to make sure he isn’t going to do stupid shit,” Yunho sighed while rolling his eyes.

“On it,” Mingi grumbled.

Leaving the other three to apologize profusely to the stage manager, Mingi left in pursuit of San. He got into the lobby of the venue and saw San with his arm already around the waist of the girl he had invited back to the dressing room— that bastard. Mingi made a mad dash for them, only to turn the corner and nearly crash into you, the preppy girl that looked like she didn’t belong at a rock concert, the preppy girl that Wooyoung (and also maybe Yeosang) had a tiny crush on. Well, he nearly crashed into you, but that didn’t stop you from tripping over your own two feet and falling back on your butt.

“Oh shit, I’m so sorry,” Mingi apologized as he held out a hand to help you up.

“Can you—” you were about to tell the tall figure off, only to see his face and recognize him as the lead vocalist of your current favorite band: IT’S YOU(TH). “— sign my bra?”

You immediately clapped your hands over your mouth, your face burning red from sheer embarrassment. Mingi couldn’t help but laugh— so many girls had asked him to sign their bras in the past, but no one was ever shy about it, so your reaction to the words flying out of your mouth was honestly hysterical.

“I mean, I can if you want,” Mingi replied, a chuckle still lingering in his voice.

“R-really?” you squeaked.

One signed bra, eleven concerts, sixteen dates, and eighty-eight days later, Mingi was absolutely in love with you. Of course, he would never admit it first, but everyone in IT’S YOU(TH)— and honestly the whole damn world— could tell that the lead vocalist and guitarist of the young up-and-coming rock band was head-in-the-clouds, rose-tinted-glasses, cupid-shot-an-arrow-through-his-soul in love.

“Okay, Miss Astronomer, what am I looking at?” Mingi whispered to you, his lips dangerously near your ear.

IT’S YOU(TH) just finished their set for the night, and Mingi had promised you that he would be right by your side as soon as the concert ended. The two of you had driven way out of the city to the local rural area and laid in the wheat fields while staring up at the night sky. You had promised Mingi a night under the stars when he found out you spent four years of further education to study astronomy and physics, and you were finally delivering on that promise.

“So, that right there?” you whispered back as you started your astronomy lesson. “That’s you.”

“What?”

“That’s the Leo constellation,” you giggled— Mingi wasn’t really one for astrology.

“Oh, I get it,” Mingi responded with a half-hearted laugh, then genuinely asked, “But where is it?”

“Right there,” you responded as you traced the sky.

“Where?”

“Here,” you reached for Mingi’s hand and held it so that his pointer finger would be out. You then brought his hand to the sky and traced it for him with his hand. “Right… There…”

Mingi shifted ever so slightly closer to you the second you held his hand, and you felt his breath hit your neck as he rubbed his nose against your ear. You stifled a little moan mixed with a giggle and brought his hand down, his fingers lacing with yours as he did so.

“Can I… Tell you about my favorite star?” you asked him as you turned your head to face his.

“Tell me.”

You completely turned your body and scooted closer to him, his own body turning so he could face you properly. He let go of your hand so he could move his arm under your head to rest, and you snuggled into his soft chest. You placed your hand lightly on his chest and whispered, “This one. You’re my favorite star.”

“God, princess, you’re so cheesy,” Mingi rolled his eyes, but he had the biggest grin on his face.

“You’re also the brightest star, the prettiest star, the sexiest star,” you continued.

“I’m sexy, you say,” Mingi’s baritone voice dropped further, sending tingles of excitement down your spine.

“Of course you’re sexy. Your messy, dark hair, your smokey eyeshadow, your dark eyeliner,” you started listing, your fingers running through his hair then tiptoeing down his face. “Your beautifully angled nose, your… Soft… Lips…”

Your eyes lingered on his lips— eighty-eight days, and he had yet to kiss you. Well, he had kissed you, but he gave you those fleeting kisses, the kisses so quick that if you blinked, you’d miss them. Or, he’d kiss you “properly”, but those were usually on your forehead or cheek or shoulder— basically everywhere but your lips.

So, when he held your chin with a soft yet somehow still firm grip and tilted your chin up, your entire body flushed with warmth, with anticipation. Then, when his lips pressed against yours, you felt like you were soaring. You always imagined his lips were going to be soft since you spent so much of your time staring at them when he was on stage singing his heart out, and they were so much softer than you could imagine.

One kiss, then he leaned back, his eyes slightly darting back and forth as he observed your facial expression. Your rosy cheeks and small smile, your eyes turning into half crescents and sparkling brilliantly— God, Mingi loved all of it. So he kissed you again, a little more drive and passion behind the second one, and the intensity of his kisses only increased the more he kissed you.

You clung to him as his hand cupped your face, his long fingers brushing the nape of your neck and making you even more flustered. Your breaths and sighs mixed with his as your gentle string of kisses got heavier and hotter.

“What else?” Mingi asked in between kisses breathlessly. “What else do you find sexy?”

“Your neck tattoos.” Kiss. “Your hand tattoos.” Kiss. “Your nails.” Kiss. “Your rings.” Kiss. “Your style.” Kiss. “Your voice.” Kiss. “You.”

“Fuck, you’re so perfect, princess,” Mingi groaned, sending shivers down your spine.

Mingi forcefully disconnected himself from you, making you whimper and nearly whine. He stood up quickly, and before you could even begin to pick yourself up, he scooped you off the ground and carried you to his car. Unlocking it, he laid you down in the back seat and got in with you, his lips mashing into yours the second the car door closed.

His body rolled into yours as his hands roamed your body, your own restless hands tugging at his clothes, begging him to take them off. The sounds of your feverish lip locks with Mingi overpowered the rustling of your clothes and the clinks of his belt as they hit the ground one by one, leaving you completely naked and Mingi in just his underwear. You didn’t know when he managed to, but Mingi grabbed the condom he had stashed in his wallet and tucked it into the waistband of his underwear.

You wanted to ask why he was waiting to, for lack of better words, give it to you, but all of the thoughts and questions in your head disappeared in a heartbeat when Mingi traced two light fingers along your folds. A sigh of pleasure rippled out of your lungs when you felt his fingers slide through your slick and curl within you, the tips of his fingers digging softly into your walls. You could feel his rings press against your folds— they had yet to enter you. But, when he pulled his fingers out then shoved them right back in, he went further, his rings pushing past and into your cunt.

“Oh shit! Mingi!” you moaned loudly as he fingered you consistently and roughly. “Fuck, it feels so good!”

“Just keep moaning prettily like that for me, princess,” Mingi rasped as he added a third finger to the mix, his other hand beginning to massage your breast.

Your nails left red marks on his shoulders as you clung to him, your fingers and toes curling with every stroke. You bit your lower lip every so often so keep your moans to a minimum, but all hope was lost when his thumb started circling your clit, one circle for every stroke, and it definitely didn’t help when he started spreading his fingers inside you and pinched and tugged your nipple. You raked your fingers through Mingi’s hair and pulled him closer to you as you felt your orgasm wash over you, your loud moan sounding through the car.

“Princess, did you cum?” Mingi asked, although he didn’t need to know because he could feel your walls convulsing around his fingers.

You let out a little noise and nodded weakly, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. Mingi caressed your face and wiped the tears away quickly before kissing you softly.

“Mingi,” you whimpered in between kisses. “I want you in me.”

You thought was going to laugh at the desperation in your voice, but he did anything but. He sat up and stroked your thigh gently as he said, “I’m going to need you to relax, okay?”

Mingi shed his boxers to reveal his massive cock. He just told you to relax, yet you couldn’t help but tense up when you saw what he was working with because he was fucking huge. It only made you even more fearful when you saw the letters XXL on his condom packet.

“Princess, just relax, okay?” Mingi instructed again softly.

He leaned down again and distracted you with his soft lips. His large hands went under your thighs and pushed your legs up, the length of his cock rubbing against your clit before pushing in slowly. You did your best to focus on kissing Mingi and tighten your hold on him to get yourself to loosen up to the best of your ability, but that didn’t stop you from feeling his like cock was going to tear you a new one.

Mingi kept his lips on yours as he moved slowly and calmly, his dick not completely leaving your body nor going all the way inside. He was just warming you up, but you felt like you were about to combust into flames with the way he was making you feel. You moaned and cried into his kisses while he grunted, his own restraint starting to weaken— he didn’t want to hurt you, at least not the first time the two of you had sex together.

The car bounced and shook when Mingi’s last string of self-control snapped. His cock filled you up and went so far deep inside you that you thought he was going to bruise your cervix. The sound of your sloppy kisses and heavy breaths and the raunchy squelches of his cock moving in and out of your soaking cunt harmonized, the sounds nearly escaping the confines of the car. What did escape, though, was your crying moan when Mingi rubbed against your G-spot and hit your cervix at the same time. The two of you came together, Mingi’s low groan ringing in your ears.

You were practically knocked out when Mingi pulled out of you, your weak and trembling hands struggling to push your sweaty hair away from your forehead. Mingi watched with slight amusement as you slowly started to regain your sanity.

“You look so pretty right now, princess,” Mingi said softly, nearly cooing. “I just want to see you disheveled like this under me all the time.”

“Tell me when and where, and I’m there, rockstar.”

After 100 days of being together, the problem started to arise.

“Hey, pretty princess,” Mingi greeted you as he walked into the coffee shop for your coffee date.

“Hey there, rockstar,” you greeted right back.

Mingi leaned down and kissed your lips quickly before taking the seat in front of you. He reached for your hands and held them, your hands fitting perfectly in his.

“Did you order yet?” he asked.

“Yeah, for both of us.”

Right on cue, one of the baristas announced your drinks were ready. Mingi got up and quickly returned with the drinks in hand. He set both the drinks down, your eager hands immediately picking up your iced one.

You only got to take one sip of your drink when your phone started ringing. You looked at the caller id and immediately declined the call before setting your phone face down on the table, Mingi warily watching all of your actions.

“Who was that?”

“Spam,” you replied with a frown— you hated lying to him, but to be fair, the caller was spamming you, and you had no intention of ever picking up the calls.

“Ugh, hate that,” Mingi grimaced.

“Tell me about it.”

The phone calls persisted. Every time the two of you went on a date or hung out or did anything together, you would get the “spam” calls. Mingi didn’t think much of it at first because spam calls usually were very annoying, but he started to worry when you phone would ring two, three, even four times in a row no matter how many times you declined the call.

“Hnngh— Harder! Fuck— Faster!” you shrilled as Mingi fucked you from behind. “Ugh, Mingi, so good!”

Your face was nearly smashed into your mattress as Mingi ruthlessly stuffed his large cock in your tight hole. He grunted loudly and affirmatively as he gripped your ass harder, his rings digging into your skin, your skin getting redder with his occasional slap.

Mingi was the first to notice. Your phone was on the nightstand, and it was ringing. He slowed his pace so he could reach over and grab it to decline the call on your behalf. He tossed your phone onto the bed near your hand and upped his tempo while pulling your ass higher into the sky.

And yet, your phone rang again. You quickly declined it before Mingi could notice, but he did. It was when it rang for the third time that Mingi had enough.

“Princess,” he grunted. “Gimme your phone.”

“W-why?”

“Just gimme.”

You unlocked your phone and pushed it backwards towards him— you trusted Mingi, so you had no problem doing as he asked. And Mingi didn’t abuse that trust. He simply opened the call log and saw the sea of red missed or declined calls, all of them from the same, unsaved number. He blocked the number and locked your phone before setting it back on the nightstand where it originally was, then he continued to fuck your brains out.

Mingi wanted it to be done then and there, which technically it was because you blocked the number, but that didn’t stop a bad feeling from manifesting within him.

“Yo, Mingi, you gonna meet us at the restaurant?” Yunho asked the singer.

“Yeah, I’m gonna call Y/N first—”

“You mean your pretty princess?” San teased— your name on Mingi’s phone was “pretty princess”, and the guys teased him all the time for it.

“Your pretty preppy princess?” Wooyoung piled on.

“Yes, my pretty princess. Go choke on some soju,” Mingi frowned and shooed the boys away.

The four other members of IT’S YOU(TH) skipped cheerfully away, leaving Mingi alone by his car. He started calling you only for someone to grab his phone.

“IT’S YOU(TH), huh? Cute.”

Mingi whipped around, his jaw tensing as he got ready to beat the shit out of whoever stole his phone from him.

“What’s your fucking problem, dude? Give my phone back, or I’ll beat the shit out of you,” Mingi warned aggressively.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” the same voice said.

Stepping closer to him, a man with a flowery charm but deadly eyes appeared before Mingi. He dangled his phone as he stood before him, riling Mingi up further. He tightened his fist and prepared to swing, only for two pairs of arms to restrain him. The two people behind him brought Mingi down to his knees and kept him there, one man kneeling on his back while the other had a fistful of Mingi’s hair tight in his grasp.

“What the fuck do you want?” Mingi asked, his anger intensifying. “If it’s money, I’ll give you however much you want.”

“I don’t need your money, guitar boy. I want Y/N.”

“What?”

The man crouched in front of Mingi and held his phone up, the lock screen of you and Mingi shining brightly. He pointed at you and said, “I want Y/N back.”

“Oh, you’re a crazy ex-boyfriend,” Mingi couldn’t help but scoff. “Listen, she’s not one for me to give back. She likes me, so she’s dating me. She doesn’t like you, so she’s not dating you. It’s her choice, dude.”

Without a warning, the guy punched Mingi in the face. Mingi’s cheek immediately started bleeding, his eye throbbing with pain. Before he could recover from the shock of the punch, the man sent a mean hook into his jaw, Mingi’s head flying to the side. The guy behind him held his head back up, forcing Mingi to make eye contact with the asshole that just punched him.

“She didn’t break up with me because she stopped liking me, you asshole. She broke up with me because of you.”

Mingi didn’t bother responding— villains usually always revealed everything without being prompted.

“Ever since she went and saw your cute little band, she told me she “fell in love with you” and that she would literally “do anything” for you. Someone like you with your fucking pretty boy make up and your painted nails and your criminal face tattoo,” the man sneered in Mingi’s face. “Someone like you of all fucking people.”

“Seonghwa,” one of the men behind Mingi uttered. “Get to the point.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hongjoong,” the man, who Mingi could now identify as Seonghwa, snapped. Turning back to Mingi, Seonghwa continued, “She was still dating me the day you signed her fucking bra. And then the concert after that, you fucking asked her out, and she said yes and dropped me in a heartbeat.”

“How is that my fault?! I asked her out, but she could’ve said no!” Mingi argued.

“It’s you and your fucking band’s fault for even existing, you asshole!”

Seonghwa grabbed the collar of Mingi’s shirt and pulled him up, the two other men behind Mingi still holding onto him.

“Hongjoong, Jongho, let go. I want to beat this guy up,” Seonghwa hissed.

“Seonghwa, calm down—”

“Fucking drop his ass!”

Hongjoong and Jongho let go of Mingi, and Seonghwa immediately swung before Mingi could stop him. Mingi fell to the ground, allowing Seonghwa to start kicking the shit out of him. He couldn’t even get away from Seonghwa, but thankfully, his two friends held him back.

“Do you really think Y/N is going to want to be with you if you do shit like this?”

“Don’t give her a reason to hate you, dude.”

“Ugh, fine!” Seonghwa admitted defeat before shaking his friends off. “But you, Song Mingi, you better break up with her or else.”

“Or else what? You’ll kill me?” Mingi scoffed.

“No. I’ll destroy the rest of your band.”

The color in Mingi’s face drained. He could handle someone threatening him, but the thought of anyone from IT’S YOU(TH) getting hurt because of him or disbanding because of him was terrifying to him.

“Y-you… You wouldn’t.”

“I can, and I will. Break up with Y/N, and you and your band can sing your silly songs for the rest of time. Stay with her, and I’ll drive everyone in your life away from you.” Seonghwa tossed Mingi’s phone back to him. He crouched in front of him and added, “You have ’til the next concert.”

With that, Seonghwa and his friends left Mingi next to his car bleeding, afraid, and alone.

“That’s why your eye was black?” Yeosang asked with shock.

“Yes.”

“Mingi… I’m so sorry,” San sounded like he was about to cry.

“Yeah, you shouldn’t have to choose like that. Her ex-boyfriend is a complete psychopath!” Wooyoung added just as emotionally.

The three boys smothered Mingi with hugs while Yunho stood a little bit away, a frown plastered to his face.

“Alright, but now you all will drop it, right?” Mingi grunted as he tried to escape the group hug.

The boys nodded and verbally agreed. They started to head back inside, but Mingi stayed outside to burn through another cigarette. Yunho stayed with him.

“Don’t say anything, man. I know you,” Mingi sighed as he fished out his carton of cigarettes again.

Yunho didn’t say anything. Instead, he gave Mingi a silent hug, his hand petting the back of the singer’s head. Tears welled up in Mingi’s eyes. He dropped his face into Yunho’s shoulder and hugged the keyboardist back as he silently sobbed about his broken heart.

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[gizkasparadise]

Top 5 Go kyung-pyo shows and/ or otp

1 is obviously chicago typewriter. in my top 3 kdramas of all time and his character totally broke my heart in it

2 is probably reply 1988. as a fellow Eldest Sibling who had to do a lot of parenting, his storyline/character really hit (and him and bora were THE BEST.)

3 is flower boy next door, which wasnt a perfect drama but him and kim seulgi's character totally stole the show and were the best (unhinged) ship

4 is chi do in coin locker girl. that movie upset me and he was upsetting in it

5 i guess strongest delivery man since i watched some of it, but i DID NOT like that drama at all, oops at me. him playing god in my roommate is a gumiho was fun too!!!

[sakurablossomsagain]

🍭MASTERPOST: Lista de todos los doramas (kdramas, jdramas, tdramas y cdramas) que he visto y algunas reseñas📺

Boys Over Flowers

♥You’re Beautiful

Love Rain

Big

♡Meteor Garden

♥Hana Yori Dango

♡Bromance

♥⭐️The Heirs

♡Pinocho

♥⭐️W Two Worlds

Doctor Strange

♡While You Were Sleeping

♡Love Is A Bonus Book

Goblin

♥⭐️Cheese In The Trap

♥⭐️Are You Human Too?

The King: Eternal Monarch

♡Kill Me, Heal Me

♡Doctor John

She Was Pretty

♥⭐️Secret

♡Familiar Wife

♥⭐️Save The Last Dance For Me

New Heart

The Entertainer

♡Doom at your service

♡Shopaholic Louis

♡The Smile Has Left your eyes

Cunning Single Lady

♥⭐️Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

True Beauty

♡The Light In Your Eyes

The Bride of the Water God

♡He is Psychometric

♥⭐️Queen of the Ring

The Third Charm

Abyss

My girlfriend is a Gumiho

♥Shining Inheritance / Brilliant Legacy

♥A Korean Oddysey (Hwayugi)

♥Yumi’s Cells

You’re all surrounded

♥The Universe’ star

♥Mouse

Innocent Man

♥⭐️Extra-ordinary You

Scripting Your Destiny

♡Fight My Way

♡Who Are You: School 2015

Love Alarm

♡My Unfortunate Boyfriend

Bride of the Century

♡Do Do Sol Sol La La Sol

♥⭐️Itaewon Class

♡Our Beloved Summer

♡Healer

♡Backstreet Rookie

♡My ID is Gangnam Beauty

♡F4 Thailand: Boys Over Flowers

♡Amantes de la Luna Escarlata: Corazón Ryeo

♡The Ghost Doctor

Revenge Note

♡Hwarang

♡Dali and the Cocky Prince

♡The Sound of Magic

♡The Light In Your Eyes

Fukou-kun wa Kiss Suru Shikanai!

Go Back Couple

♡Star and Sky: Star in my Mind

♥⭐️Splash Splash Love

♡Star and Sky: Sky in my heart

I Picked Up A Star On The Street

♡Military Prosecutor Doberman-

♡Kieta Hatsukoi

♡Given

♡Yumi’s Cells 2

♡Angel’s Last Mission: Love

♡Extraordinary Attorney Woo

♡2gether

Still 2gether

♥Alchemy Of Souls

♡Best Mistake Series

♡At a distance, spring is green

Light On Me

♥Love Alarm 2

♡Love and Leashes

♡Imitation

The Birth Of A Beauty-

♥Because this is my first life

♡Hogu’s Love

♥Flower of Evil

Mairunovich

♡Sell Your Haunted House

♥Gaus Electronics

♡My Holo Love

♥20th Century Girl

♥⭐️Record Of Youth

♥⭐️Cinderella and four knights

♥⭐️Love Between Fairy and Devil

Moonlight

♡Flower Boy Next Door (Bella Solitaria)

De vuelta al 2008

Cenicienta otra vez

I really really like you

♥⭐️Shut Up Flower Boy Band (Amor Musical)

High Society

♥⭐️Mr. Queen

Mr Queen: The Bamboo Forest

Kokdu: Season Of Deity-

Empress Ki

♥⭐️Summer Strike

♡My romantic some recipe

My Secret Romance-

To All The Gyus Who Loved Me

♡⭐️The real has come!

♡Ditto

♡⭐️Till The End Of The Moon

♥⭐️Reset

Miracle

You Are My Hero

Black

Me no Doku Sugiru Shokuba no Futari

♡Love rerun

♥⭐️My Perfect Stranger

♡Fujoshi, Ukkari Gay ni Kokuru

♥⭐️Our Times (2015)

Crash Landing On You

Secreatly, Greatly

The Secret Life Of My Secretary

Police University

A little thing called love (2010)

My Lovely Liar

Great Man Academy

My Demon

Love crossed

♥★Start-Up

♥25 21

Significado de símbolos:

♡ = Lo amé! / ♥ = Lo volvería a ver infinitas veces! / ⭐️ = Favorito de siempre!

[mejomonster]

Chapter 78 was intense. I was delighted to see Luo Wenzhou did contemplate the notion of a murderer fei du for a moment, a very Flower of Evil kdrama type scene. Then the actual horror, Luo wenzhou of Course knowing fei du didn't hurt others, or there'd be weapons, but that it was all to hurt himself...

The pain of knowing you spent years trying to protect this boy, and he was doing all this and you didn't know. You didn't protect him from it. That his blase whatever attitude extended to not caring about himself to This extent...

Next chapter Luo Wenzhou is so overwhelmed about it. I get it. Luo Wenzhou loves him so much, has truly unconditionally loved him for YEARS and that alone probably fucks him up thinking this kid he protected and cared for didn't trust him to open up to the Extent fei du was doing all this to himself. And now Luo wenzhous been thinking fei du was opening up more. That maybe they were even falling in romantic love potentially. And he realizes there's a horrific Horrific gap between how MUCH he thought he knew of fei du (and he knows more than anyone else) compared to how much he really didn't know and still doesn't. This person he loves completely unconditionally and he hasn't even known this entire part of his life. Luo wenzhous feeling a lot of shit right now.

Very sad messed up stuff below the cut:

Chapter 78:

Maybe the alarm will startle the quail upstairs. It’s more civilized than kicking down the door, anyway.”

 

That lousy idea appeared in Luo Wenzhou’s mind. While the wounds on his back wouldn’t get in the way, they still hurt pretty badly. He didn’t want to be kicking down doors today. He reached out a boorish paw, carelessly entered six digits on the keypad, then quickly blocked his ears.

 

But after a moment, the expected alarm didn’t come. The light on the security door flashed twice. There was a click, and the lock slid open.

 

Luo Wenzhou: “…”

 

He awkwardly put down the hands blocking his ears and stared at the security door in front of him. He only then realized that he’d just entered the date of Fei Du’s mother’s death.

 

Luo Wenzhou absolutely hadn’t expected to have the dumb luck of accidentally guessing the code. He was dumbfounded for a good while. He hesitated, looked upstairs, and gave Fei Du another call—this time the phone was simply off.

 

“Well, don’t blame me,” Luo Wenzhou whispered. “I take silence as acquiescence.”

 

With justice on his side, he entered the residence’s most secret corner. He encountered the underground gloomy dampness, turned on the light, and immediately froze—

 

The basement didn’t contain the desk Fei Du had spoken of. It was very open and spacious. The floor, the walls, the cabinets, the ceiling…all of it was white. In the midst of it was a luxurious projection setup, with a screen as big as one in a movie theater’s small screening theater. Right across from the screen was a reclining chair. There were belts on the chair, and a computer next to it, along with some complicated equipment for an unknown purpose. There was also a small refrigerator.

 

For no reason, Luo Wenzhou’s palms broke out in cold sweat. He gently opened the small fridge. There were some small medicine bottles in it, the labels all written in some unknown foreign language. He couldn’t understand them.

 

Perhaps it was his mistaken impression, but he seemed to faintly smell a trace of blood.

 

What had Fei Du been up to here?!

 

In an instant, Luo Wenzhou’s heart rate sped up to 150. For a space of time his mind went blank, and he nearly froze in place, ten thousand bees flying around his ears.

 

After a good while, he gently bit his tongue and shook his head hard, gaze traveling all around. He thought, “No, that’s not it. There aren’t any convenient weapons here.”

 

Given Fei Du’s weak constitution, if he’d really wanted to do anything, he couldn’t very well do it bare-handed.

 

Luo Wenzhou struggled to calm down and look carefully at the belts on the chair. His heart, which had come up to his throat, crashed back down into his chest. Luo Wenzhou breathed a sigh of relief—he found that he was jumping at shadows. The belts on the reclining chair were fashioned like safety belts; you could fasten and unfasten them yourself. It wouldn’t be very useful for murder and dismemberment.

 

He touched the leather recliner, took separate photographs of the inexplicable instruments and the drugs, and stealthily sent them to Lang Qiao, telling her to investigate what these things were.

 

There was a set of headphones hanging on the back of the recliner. Luo Wenzhou picked them up and brought them close to his ear, turning on the audiovisual equipment.

 

First the unhurried music of “You Raise Me Up” flowed into his ears over the extremely high quality headphones. Luo Wenzhou had never noticed how pretty this song was; he was just sighing over the truth that expensive electronic equipment really was better when, without any warning, a hysterical scream suddenly stabbed through the music. Though Luo Wenzhou’s psychological quality was superb, he still gave a fierce shudder.

 

Then the large screen suddenly lit up. He swiftly looked up—

 

There was a direct broadcast of a murder playing on it. This was a deranged homicidal maniac from abroad from a few years ago. The killer had already been given an injection and sent to their foreign god, and the video had been taken care of by the government, though it was still going around on the dark web. The victim in the video screamed like a dying farm animal. The sound of the scream intertwined with the music on the exquisitely good headphones, like two whips flogging your soul.

 

Luo Wenzhou, unable to stand it any longer, tore off the headphones and fast forwarded. There followed videos of beheadings, videos of executions by firing squad, videos of extremist organizations abusing prisoners of war and hostages, bloody photographs…

 

Luo Wenzhou’s phone, which was on vibrate, buzzed suddenly. He gave a start, nearly dropping the phone onto the ground. His voice sounded off when he picked up. “Hello?”

 

“Boss, where are you? Can you talk?” Lang Qiao asked, keeping her voice low. “Have you wandered into some kind of underground rehab center?”

 

Luo Wenzhou frowned. “What rehab center?”

 

“I found someone to have a look at those photographs you sent,” said Lang Qiao. “That’s electric shock equipment, and the drugs are emetics, tranquilizers, and some others…”

 

Luo Wenzhou didn’t clearly hear what she said afterwards.

 

Fei Du’s ability to vomit himself into dehydration at the sight of blood, the ceaseless trembling of his hands just now, the constant repetition of the song… It seemed that all of it had an explanation.

Chapter 79:

This was a typical setup for “aversion therapy”—while the screen projected images, the stimulus of the electric shocks and drugs would force the person who had bound himself to the recliner to establish a conditioned reflex, making him associate the deeply ingrained pain with the images he was seeing, triggering a physiological loathing, with the aim of “correcting” some type of behavior…or some type of thought.

 

The human body was like a precise instrument. Seeing delicious food, it would crave it. Seeing a beautiful person, it would be attracted. It would feel pain when beaten, shed tears when heartbroken… Each type of sensation corresponded to a feeling transmitted by the sensory organs. And rough “aversion therapy” was like pulling out the wires of the human body and forcing them into incongruous ports, and using a soldering iron to reinforce the connection.

 

But how could a flesh and blood human being become a circuit board, have his connections casually switched?

 

Even a circuit board might short circuit under that kind of “personalized modification,” so what about a living body?

 

The corner of Luo Wenzhou’s eye twitched fiercely, remembering Fei Du’s ever-changing tattoo. Was that to hide scars?

 

Were his frequent trips back here to come to this place and “recharge his batteries?”

 

Wasn’t he afraid he’d accidentally do himself some irreparable harm?

 

He might even simply kill himself, and his body would rot in the black and lightless basement. No one would find it for months.

 

A well-fed, well-dressed young master, exquisite down to the frames of his glasses, wasn’t he afraid of becoming a heap of rotting meat, being revealed under the light of day along with the maggots?

 

Oh, right. Maybe Fei Du really wasn’t afraid.

 

He had absolutely no reverence for life and death and no care whatsoever for his body. He’d stop at nothing, because it seemed he really didn’t care about anything. If he croaked here one day, he’d likely still be very calm. He didn’t care who he went around with, didn’t care who he slept with. Everything about him was a large “whatever,” and yet he’d still rather come here alone and tie himself to this electric chair, playing with his life, rather than leak the tiniest bit of sincere speech to anyone.

 

Wrapped up in the gloomy atmosphere of the basement, when the initial shock and profusion of feelings had passed, an anger boiled up in Luo Wenzhou that made him dizzy. He’d have loved nothing better than to charge up to the second floor and break Fei Du’s door down, drag him to the bathroom sink, and teach him a good lesson with cold water—time after time, the asshole had disregarded his warnings, trailed after him pretending to be in absolute earnest, until he’d been ready to take him seriously, ready to take him into his heart…

 

It turned out that he’d only been diverting himself before retreating to his windowless, doorless bastion, coldly keeping everyone a thousand li away. Insulting himself this way, he was also insulting others’ regard.

 

Luo Wenzhou turned and left the basement, charging up to the second floor in a few steps.

[dokidokiheart]

my ship tags by media

ANIMANGA:

Akagami no Shirayukihime = ans ships, Beastars = beastars ships, Bleach = bleach ships, Boku no Hero Academia = bnha ships, Code Geass = cg ships, Death Note = dn ships, Full Metal Alchemist = fma ships, Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun = gsnk ships, Jo-Jo’s Bizarre Adventure = jjba ships, Kimetsu no Yaiba = kny ships, Kuroko no Basuke = knb ships, Naruto = naruto ships, One Punch Man = opm ships, Otome Game no Hametsu Flag...= hamefura ships, Ouran High School Host Club = ohshc ships, Sailor Moon = sm ships, Shingeki no Kyojin = snk ships, Spy x Family = sxf ships, Studio Ghibli = sg ships, Tokyo Ghoul = tg ships, Yamada-kun and the Seven Witches = ykatsw ships, Yu Yu Hakusho = yyh ships,Yu-Gi-Oh! = ygo ships, Zankyou no Terror = znt ships

VIDEO GAMES:

Bendy and the Ink Machine = batim ships, Bravely Default = bd ships, Catherine = catherine ships, Corpse Party = corpse party ships, Dangan Ronpa = dr ships, Final Fantasy = ff ships, Fire Emblem = fe ships, Life is Strange = lis ships, Nier Autonoma = na ships, Persona 5 ships = p5 ships, Pokemon = pokemon ships, Resident Evil ships = re ships, Rune Factory = rf ships, Soul Nomad & the World Eaters = sn ships, The Legend of Zelda = tloz ships, The Letter = tl ships, Yandere Simulator = ys ships

MOVIES: Any other movie ship = movie ships

Star Wars = sw ships, The Lord of the Rings = tlotr ships, Titanic = titanic ships. 

SHOWS:

Doctor Who = drw ships, Friends = friends ships, Merlin = merlin ships, The Big Bang Theory = tbbt ships, The Vampire Diaries = tvd ships

WESTERN ANIMATION:

Avatar: The Last Airbender: atla ships, Castlevania = castlevania ships, Class of the Titans = cott ships, Codename Kids Next Door = cknd ships, Danny Phantom = dp ships, Disney = disney ships, Dreamworks = dw ships  Futurama = futurama ships, Kim Possible = kp ships, Kung Fu Panda = kfp ships, Miraculous Ladybug = mlb ships, Nijiiro Days = nd ships, Pixar = pixar shipsRWBY = rwby ships, Scooby Doo = sd ships, Total Drama = td ships, Totally Spies = ts ships, W.I.T.C.H = w.i.t.c.h ships, Winx Club = wc ships

COMICS: 

DC = dc ships, Marvel = marvel ships

BOOKS:

Harry Potter = hp ships, Little Women = lw ships, Percy Jackson & the Olympians = pjo ships, Septimus Heap = sh ships, Twilight = twilight ships

DRAMA SHIPS = drama ships (any jdrama or kdrama ships)

Mainly from: Flower of Evil, Goblin & Faith

CROSSOVER SHIPS = crossover ships

Mainly: Jack x Elsa, Kuzco x Chel, Hades x Eris

MISC. SHIPS = misc. ships (any other ship basically):

Gomez x Morticia, Roger Rabbit x Jessica Rabbit, Merlin x Snow White, Veronica x Jughead, Nega Wanda x Nega Cosmo, Cam x Brandy, Nadia x Lucio, Jack x Rose, Anastasia x Dimitri, Shark Boy x Lava Girl & others. 

GENERAL = shipping (tag about ships/shipping in fandom

[gongchanida]

flower boy next door icons

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[kdramafeeds]

Enrique Geum moments

06.18.2023

[youknowihavenochingu]

Mental health awareness in dramas 💙

It's Okay Not To Be Okay

Tomorrow

Our Blues

It's Okay That's Love

You Raise Me Up

Kill Me Heal Me

Just Between Lovers

Flower Boy Next Door

Lost

Thirty But Seventeen

[backhugtrope]

til money heist korea has kim ji hoon in it.......lookin like this............i'm interested

[katierosefun]

when kdramas have a character that says something along the lines of let’s be happy. we should live happily from now on >>>>>>>>>>>>>

[korelist]

FLOWER BOY NEXT DOOR // KDRAMA DİZİ YORUMU

UYARI : Yazılar genel olarak spoiler içerebilir. İçermeyedebilir.

İmdb puanı: 7,2 Benim puanım: 7

Drama: Flower Boy Next Door / My Flower Boy Neighbor

Hangul: 이웃집 꽃미남

Director: Jung Jung-Hwa

Writer: Yoo Hyun-Sook (webcomic), Kim Eun-Jung

Episodes: 16

Date: 2013

Language: Korean

Country: South Korea

Cast: Park Shin-Hye , Yoon Si-Yoon, Kim Ji-Hoon, Park Soo-Jin,

Sosyal medyada dolaşırken diziden ufak bir videoya denk geldikten sonra diziye başlama kararı aldım. Başlarken de hiçbir beklentim yoktu. Zira bir beklenti içine girmek tamamen zaman kaybı olabilir. İzleyecek bir şey bulamadığınızda zaman geçirmek için açılabilir. İzlerken sıkılmadım ama beni etkileyen bir şey de olmadı.

3 yıldır dairesinden temel ihtiyaçları hariç çıkmamış, insanlarla arasına mesafe koymuş bir hanım kızımız var Go Dok Mi  (Park Shin-Hye). Bu kızcağız sabah rutini olarak uyanıp, karşı apartmanda oturan doktor beyefendiyi stalklıyor. Onunla uyanıyor, onunla giyiniyor, onunla kahve içiyor, kısacası o ne yaparsa bizimki de onu yapıyor. En son adam işe gidince de kendi işine dönüyor. Evde editörlük gibi bir işi var. Bir gün doktorun kuzeni Enrique  (Yoon Si-Yoon ) ziyarete geliyor. Ünlü bir video oyun yapımcı olan Enrique karşı apartmandaki Go Dok Mi’yi fark edince hikayeye dahil oluyor.

Öndelikle dizide herhangi bir konu yok. Bir apartmandaki sakinlerin gündelik yaşantılarına göz atıp aralarındaki ilişkilere değinen başı sonu olmayan bir yapım. Go Dok Mi’nin kapı komşusu 3 yıldır kızdan hoşlanıyor. O da webtoon çizeri olduğundan dairesinde çalışıyor. Bekçisi, ev sahibi, kiracılar, karşı komşular derken apartmandakilerin hayatlarına burnumuzu sokuyoruz.

Ama söylemem gerek, bütün hikayeler çok yapmacık ve yüzeysel anlatılıyor. Klişeler bile klişe olduklarına kendileri utanmışlar. Bütün duygular son damlasına kadar abartılmış. Aşlar aşk değil, arkadaşlıklar arkadaşlık değil. Enrique karakterinin IQ su çok yüksek bir iş adamı olduğu söylenmesine rağmen geri zekâlı gibi hal ve tavırlar sergiliyor. Her şeye gülüyor, 5 yaşında çocuk gibi ‘banane banane’ tavırlar takınıyor. Hayat dolu enerjik bir karakter gibi yazıp, aslında altında büyük acılar saklıyormuş gibi yazmaya çalışmışlar ama o da olmamış. Yine de izlemesi yer yer keyifli bir karakterdi.

Bir diğer klişe aşık yan komşudan geliyor, Oh Jin-Rok(Kim Ji-Hoon). Çok zengin bir aileden gelip, ailesini reddediyor paşam. Neden? Belli değil. Gerek var mı? Söylenmiyor. Nerden geldiğinin neden geldiğinin bir önemi yok. Dizideki tek görevi platonik aşık olması. Son olarak da esas kışımıza değinmek istiyorum. Go Dok Mi karakteri canlandıran Park Shin-Hye’yi bu dizide tanıdım. Sonrasında birkaç dizide daha izlemiş olmama rağmen buradaki donuk rolünden hiç çıkamamış gibi hissediyorum. Hele geri plan hikayesi son derece boştu. 3 yılını kendini minik dairesine kapatmasındaki neden, büyük acılarım var tavırları o kadar komikti ki anlatamam. Uydurulmuş gibiydi. Sanki, bir şey yazmak lazım bu karaktere diye düşünüp, bu da böyle olsun demişler. Spoiler demeye bile dilim varmıyor ama, kızımız lisede dedikodusu yapıldı diye 3 yıldır böyle yaşıyormuş. Aman yarabbi..

Toparlamam gerekirse, genel olarak üç karakterden bahsettim ama dizideki bütün karakter bu tatta ilerliyordu. Gerçekten yapacak başka hiçbir şeyiniz yoksa izleyebilirsiniz. Kafanız boşalır.

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