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[retrievablememories]

one of these nights | dpr ian

word count: 1.1k warnings: kissing. and some suggestiveness/sexual tension. a/n: finally conjured something up. hooray for me breaking a nearly 10 year dry streak of never completing a single fic of this guy?

i'm finding that i'm in no mood to write anything explicit lately (cherry bomb wore me out ok), so this will probably not be what a lot of folks are looking for, but… this was written more for my own self-indulgence than anything else. 🤓 please don’t jump me about a part 2, i don't know whether there will be one or not

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"i'm tired," you say, crossing your arms and leaning your weight against the brick wall behind you. you blink slowly, trying to placate some of your exhaustion and rest your eyes. it's not the most comfortable resting spot, but it's all you have for now until you're back in your heated apartment and in your own bed.

"it should only take him a minute to find his wallet," christian reassures you as he settles himself on the wall opposite to you, knowing how eager you are to get back home. he can't blame you, as the long night is beginning to catch up to him, too.

"i can't believe he lost it in the first place; who the hell does that?" your friend had dashed back in the direction of the restaurant once you all had gotten halfway down the block and he realized he didn't have his wallet. now you are just waiting for him to find it and come back, having ducked into this alleyway to try to get some shelter away from the winter breeze. you wouldn't have gone anywhere near this dim, narrow alley if you were with anyone else, but you trust christian to keep you safe if anything happens. it feels unusual but comforting to be able to trust someone in that way.

christian chuckles lightly and shakes his head. "y'know, i think he was a little too preoccupied flirting with the waitress to keep track of it."

despite your tiredness, you break into giggles at the remembrance of your friend's corny attempts at flirting with lines that seemed to come straight from a poorly-rated romcom.

even after your laughter dies down, your insides pleasantly warmed by the amusement, christian's eyes stay on you—intently watching. when you realize this, you meet his gaze again with a question beginning to form on your lips.

your eyes only have seconds to remain interlocked with each other's before christian is stepping forward in one long stride, his body heat filling your space and his lips capturing yours.

it's completely unexpected. what's more unexpected is the flash of scalding heat that it sends through your body, and the quiet, surprised moan it pulls from you. his lips are warm and unaffected by the cold of the outdoors. strands of his hair tickle your face, and his nose presses against your cheek, the solid metal of his nose ring disrupting the soft touch of his skin on yours.

there are the ghosts of his hands—one at your hip and the other somewhere between the nape of your neck and the side of your jaw—but neither one fully makes contact with your body, just brushing by like he's decided he can't touch you or it might overwhelm him. his mouth parts, and there is the tip of his tongue gliding across the seam of your lips. you are just about to invite him inside, but then there is nothing more.

the kiss ends before you can fully get your bearings within it. christian separates from you and a trail of spit is the only thing left connecting you both, which breaks when he backs away.

"maybe i shouldn't have done that," he says, pressing the back of his hand to his mouth. "i'm sorry." you don't know what to say to that.

the unruly breeze is back, changing directions and flooding into the narrow alley, and it makes your lips even colder than they'd otherwise be from the new moisture on them. your entire nervous system feels like it's vibrating within your body—trembling with the desire for more. you want to cross those few feet of space and go to him, meld your bodies together, crush your lips against his, scratch your nails across his back over the smooth leather of his jacket.

you might even like it if he picked you up and pressed your back against that rough brick wall—if you wrapped your legs around him and squeezed his slender waist between your thighs—if you felt his fingertips sink into the flesh of your thighs while his tongue sunk into your mouth.

but your feet stay planted right where they are.

"sorry? you don't have to be sorry. but why did you do it?"

"i just wanted to—for a while now. that's pretty selfish of me, but...fuck." he flips a hand through his hair like he always does; he does it so frequently that sometimes it distracts you from the conversation at hand. in those moments, all you can really think about is the softness of his hair as it slides through your fingers, the few times you’ve touched it before.

now, all you can think about is grasping it more firmly and controlling his movements, bringing his mouth back to yours so you can taste him again.

lost in his thoughts, he bites his lip. the vibrating of your nerves intensifies.

"well, do it again. you could be selfish with me, christian."

there's an expectant pause as you both size each other up, a mutual understanding and desire developing in the silence. christian approaches you again, but slower this time, like he's trying to gauge if you're serious. in seconds, he's right in front of you and breathing your air and staring at you like he is hungry for something only you could give him.

quietly, you reiterate: “take whatever it is that you want. i want you to do that.”

“darling...” his voice sounds deceptively gentle, teasing even though he doesn’t mean for it to be. he whispers to you as if you’re a glass figurine that could disintegrate if he speaks too loudly, even as his tattooed hand presses against the brick beside your head, already enveloping you. leaning in, his eyes flicking down to your mouth and staying there, he says: “do you really want me to—”

"hey! i found it."

you abruptly turn away from christian, looking at your friend who's standing at the entrance of the alleyway and holding his wallet up with triumph. "what are you two doing?" your friend looks at you cluelessly, though realization immediately dawns on him with an embarrassed smile he tries to tamp down.

the moment is shattered; christian's expression breaks into an awkward smile that matches your friend's, and once again the space between you is wider than you'd like for it to be, his arm back at his side. "dude..."

you give a heavy sigh and roll your eyes, suddenly remembering how tired you are. "...nothing. let's go home."

[jinhogae]

OUT OF MY WAY, I AM A LEGEND AND I'M HERE TO STAY DID IT MY WAY, WHERE I SET FOOT BECOMES THE WAY I PAVED THE WAY FOR EVERYONE THAT IS PAVING THE WAY

ROSARIO, EPIK HIGH FT. CL, ZICO (2021) written by tablo and mithra jin

[fluffycrow]

DeVita - Ride For Me (ft. DAWN)

[f-ngrl]

"DICKIDS" by yanghongwon, ?, kuzi, agunu, raphael, bumby, bryn

posted by hongwon 2 hours ago

caption: "dickids forever fuck drugonlinegate"

[captainhongjoong]

zior park ▲ black fin (2021)

[possession1981-moving]

DPR LIVE Kiss Me + Neon (2020)

[evnne]

cloud , bury punchnello (feat sole)

[jwooyoung]

DPR IAN PLAYING CARDS

[deantheofficial]

221111 / tobiaslvn Too much to sum up in one caption. Until next time!

[moxiepoints]

[khiphop-discussions]

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LiTrilla - Maze

[unknownkhhgirls]

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[kamehamehamlet]

Hello!

I saw this show back at Fringe and it haunts me to this day.

I cried over a show where everybody was wearing wheelies. Amazing.

If you wanted to do a revival (I want you to do a revival) would you consider doing at at a show at a local geek convention, like CONvergance? I think it would go over really well there, and I would love to see it again.

Hi @leebrontide! I'm grateful/sorry KamehameHamlet has been haunting you for nearly a decade. But genuinely, thank you. I shared your review/reblog with the director, Shalee, and it meant a lot. I have a bit more to say about that, but I'll save it for the very end because it has mild thematic spoilers and well, this blog only exists because most people haven't seen KamehameHamlet... yet. As for your question, I've been planning to share my thoughts about a full production revival at some point, so I hope you don't mind me diving in.

To respond to your question about a proper revival:

In the grand scheme of possibilities, I haven't written off a revival production. However, we would want to make sure it is accessible via recording, and if we're putting recorded staged theatre into the world, we want to make sure the recording is professionally captured and edited. I haven't done the research, but my gut estimate is that it would be a pretty penny. Additionally, a goal across the revival project is to make sure we are ethically supporting any artists involved. Put together, this means a revival production would require significant funding on top of other logistical elements. This isn't to say it isn't a goal, but I don't see it as something we would be able to achieve this year. that said I believe one of the magic things about theatre is the nature of works to be produced by different people who each bring their own passion and points of view. This is why I'm exploring options for making the script available for others to put on their own productions. I've had at least one person reach out about possibly submitting KHH to a Shakespeare festival, and I read a handful of reblog tags where folks mentioned wanting to perform it at the schools, etc. and that really excites me. It would be my dream to see this performed across the world so everyone would have a chance to support live and local theatre. Some runs will be great, some will be bad, and some will haunt you for a decade, but that's theatre! To bring this back to the topic of a revival, I'm working on a post to share tomorrow. But I'll tease it here. While a full production isn't likely anytime soon, we are working on a staged reading with the original cast and director for this year. This will be available to watch online! Finally, (or well, finally before we talk mild spoilers) since you brought up Convergence I'm really really curious if you learned about our play because of the flyers we put up at Convergence the week or so before our show. We made a handful of different flyer designs, printed maybe 100 copies and plastered the double tree. I'll share the others in an upcoming archival post but here's my favorite!

Mild thematic spoilers for KHH below!

^Lee's reblog/review for context!

Once again, thank you for the kind words and I really want to shout out Shalee here. Her direction excavated the themes of pretend/play violence that I'm really glad resonated so well with you. And speaking with her, I know it's inspired by playing DBZ with her friends outside as a kid. While this POV might not always be present in my dream of endless productions, I'm certain if she gets a chance to direct it again, it will be at the heart of that production. And if we get a chance, we'll be sure to save you a seat.

[trckortrick]

hey tags. i'm 23+, she/her, and looking for some long-term krp partners to write with. if this post seems somewhat familiar, my old acct was t*rminated! anyway, i'm looking for a couple new partners to write with. below i'll include a few plots/verses i want to explore and some faces i'd like to write against. please like this post if you are interested! please note i only write ORIGINAL characters. ᥫ᭡ a slightly toxic, hot and cold idol x company employee or idol x khh artist (m/f, preferably i'd play the female) ᥫ᭡ idol x idol (can be angst or fluff, m/f or f/f) ᥫ᭡ royalty and fantasy verses (m/f or f/f) ᥫ᭡ video game aus (m/f or f/f) faces i'd love to play against, non-exhaustive: ᥫ᭡ sana, tzuyu ᥫ᭡ minnie, yuqi ᥫ᭡ lisa, jisoo, rosé ᥫ᭡ jinsoul, kim lip ᥫ᭡ karina, winter ᥫ᭡ christian yu / dpr ian ᥫ᭡ kim hanbin ᥫ᭡ jeon jungkook, jung hoseok ᥫ᭡ lee dongwook ᥫ᭡ wi hajun ᥫ᭡ ok taecyeon ᥫ᭡ wonbin

[f-ngrl]

I was tagged by @diamozi (tagging won't work :(() to make a url playlist wow it's been sooo long somene tagged me i thought i was time traveling, thank you!! :D

Faceless (feat. Hunjiya) by IOAH

Nalla (feat. kitsyojii, Huckleberry P) by HD BL4CK

Gallery by Heo Daniel

River gang (feat. Boy Wonder) by lobonabeat!

Lemonade (feat. Posadic) by yovng trucker

tagging @uneducatedpotat @dutchannanas @khhsh-t @crz16 and anyone else who wants to do it!

[pennedbyeve]

Photo credits: Pinterest & the rightful owners of the pictures.

Apple playlist & Spotify playlist (will be adding more songs periodically, this playlist consists of neosoul, khh, kpop and r&b.)

Note:

This is my first fanfic in awhile - I am a wee bit rusty, my original character in this fic along future fics will be my other original characters will be black women.

Autumn Days • Song Mingi

Mingi

HER BRAIDS WERE pulled up today that was the first thing he noticed when she stepped inside the coffee shop, it was right after the mid-morning rush. 

She would sit in the same seat near the window in the corner, with her laptop or her journal, sometimes even both depending on the day, he was curious to know what she was writing about he could tell as the day passes she would return back to the line her purple pen tucked behind her ear that was filled with various gold jewelry that contrast against her dark brown skin the same hue of the expresso he was brewing.

Day in day out, now that the air was cooler, she was sporting a long beige trench coat, an olive knit sweater and alongside a mini skirt with tights that highlighted her legs and some boots that added some height to her.

San, his coworker and closest friend had been bothering him week in and week out to get her attention the next time he saw her and he was not going to let the opportunity pass him this go round.

He could hear her groan in frustration from the earshot, he knew he wanted to give her a drink as a pick me up.

“We got it from here get her number.” San placed his hand on his shoulder, giving him the green light to talk to her.

“I’m going to make her a drink first.”

He knew that’s one thing that he hoped would make her smile or let her know he cared.

He prepared the warm milk with tea and poured it into a mug, he headed out of the barista station and headed to where she was.

They locked eyes and it was like all his thoughts left his head quicker than he anticipated.

“Mingi.” Her voice was a beautiful melody to his ears, he could tell she was reading his name tag, but he didn’t mind that.

“Yes and you’re Alicia, I remembered you like vanilla chai and it sounds like you’re having a tough time.”

She took the warm drink, her eyes light up.

“I am, thank you. I’m feeling a bit discouraged but this was a pick me up.”

“What’s going on? I might be able to help you.”

“I’m just not sure how to write this love story.” He watched her shoulders bounce as she shrugged.

“Maybe I could help…”