#kpop music lover

[lovereist]

⠀❁ ּ ֗ ۪ ્࣪ ᭄͜͡ suddenly youre 24.

[pictds]

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        ָ࣪ ۰𖧧 𖡼 ָ࣪ ˖ 𓆪 .ﾟ‪‪ 𖥧 𖤥  . 𖤘ﾟ‪‪༘༘   ˖

      ۫  ּ  ֗𓆰  𖡼  ۰  ༘༘   ִ۫  𔒌  ՚ ˙𖧧 ִ ۫ 𐇵 ۫ ּ ִ ۫ ˑ

     ۫  ּ   ִ  ۫ 𔓘 ۫  ּ 𖤣 ۫  ּ   ִ ۫  ּ𖣻  ִ  ۫𖥧 ۫  ۫𓇢 

      ۫  𐇲 ˑ ֗  ִ   ˑ 𓆤 ּ  ۫ 𖥧 ۫  ּ  𖠿 ۫  ּ   ִ  ۫𓆪   ˑ ֗

     ۫  ּ ִ  ۫  ˑ𓄹࣪ ˑ ۫  ִ   ˑ 𖧧 ۫  ּ ִ  ۫   𓇚 ۫  ּ   ִ  ۫ 

       ۫  ּ   ִ 困 ۫    𖤥 ֗  ִ   ˑ ۫  ּ 𓃺  ִ  ۫  १ ˑ ֗  ִ  ۫

   ۫  ּ ☼𝆬 ˑ ֗ ִ  ۫  ༘༘ ˑ ֗  ִ𐇯 ۫  ּ  ִ𖣂 ۫  ּ °  ִ 𐛻 ۫ ۫  ּ   ִ  ۫  

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[kpopmelody]

Love story of Mark & Haechan <3

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 ꒱ 변의주

summary : after a stressful work day, you come home to a sweet date and confession from euijoo

genre : fluff, slight-angst, jpop-idol!ej x afab!reader tws : slight mention of misogyny, minimal angst, language author notes : ej loml word count : 1.4k

you felt a physical ache shooting down your spine, your legs hurting every time they'd press against the pavement. you sighed, shutting the door to your car and going to grab your things from the back. it had been an unusually stress-filled day; multiple people yelling at you and critiquing your dancing skills.

you knew being a choreographer wasn't an easy task, however multiple people—specifically men—would tell you that you weren't meant to be as successful as you were; more than you'd have normally apprehended. they told you that women weren't meant to choreograph men's dances. or that your moves were too promiscuous for them and fans would never appreciate the art because of it.

however, you knew you were good. hell, hybe hired you as a full-time choreographer, it just sometimes gets into your head on bad days such as this.

tears pooled in your eyes, blurring the backseat of the car as your trembling hands fished your bags from the leather. you slung them over your shoulders, grabbing at your keys and locking the door with a couple beeps. you felt tense, almost too much to move quickly, and your stomach churned whatever you had had for breakfast almost twelve hours ago now.

begrudgingly, you entered your apartment building and made your way to the ninth floor. the fluorescent lights mixing with your already blurry eyes made you practically blind as you fought with unlocking the door, your key-jingle echoing throughout the tunnel of a hallway. you swung it inwards to reveal the small mud-room, spotting an unfamiliar pair of nike dunks—too big to be your own—and recognized them as being the only other person who had willing access to your space: euijoo.

you felt a relief form goosebumps over your anxiety-splotched skin and you sighed out shakily. you set your things down and slipped your own shoes off. you didn't even realizing the smell wafting from, you presumed, where your kitchen was as you stepped into a pair of neatly placed slippers. before you had a chance to fully enter your own home, your smiling not-yet-boyfriend was stopping you. he blocked the end of the hall, shielding you from the mess you assumed he had made.

"did you set a fire?" you joked, watching his eyebrows furrow at you. his palms went to your cheeks and you leaned into the touch subconsciously. he examined your skin, shifting your head from side to side without words.

"what?" you asked when he let you go. "do i look funny?"

"not particularly," he stated, making you scoff in his direction as a smile broke out across his lips again. "but, were you crying?"

you didn't think any tears had slipped out of your eyes but you were also too busy noting the pain that coursed through your body to notice the streaks that had painted your cheeks. you knew it was no use to deny what was obvious to him—never being able to slip anything past the man that was oblivious to almost everything but you.

“yeah,” you revealed, a puppy-frown adorning his lips at your words. “it was a stressful day. i’m sorry if you had something planned for us, i’m just really—i don’t know…” your eyes began to well again, forcing the faucet to twist. “upset?”

“it’s okay,” he stated, pulling you into an embrace that warmed you as you cried quietly into his shoulder. “you can tell me it all, and after that we can watch a movie—also, you know i can’t cook to save my life—i bought your favorite pizza.” he pushed you back by your shoulders, grabbing your cheeks and wiping the tears away. "does that sound okay? do you want to do that?"

the gentle aura of euijoo was almost intoxicating—suffocating you in a comfort that had your senses calming down as if he was a sedative.

you could see the stars—scratch that—touch the stars with him. you knew he’d give you anything you could ever dream of. he’d be your night in shinning armor if that’s what he knew you wanted; however he’d settle for being the shoulder you leaned on for comfort, the arms you fell asleep in, the ears that you confided in. he’d settle for anything if it involved you.

he didn’t ever make you feel like your trivial worries weren’t worthwhile, and you knew he wouldn’t even speak over you if you began to rant. so, in the hallway of your apartment, you let the tears and words fall freely. “euijoo, why does working have to be so hard? this industry is so fucking ruthless—i swear i’m just trying so hard to make a living. i have rent due, and i need this dance for enhypen to be perfect otherwise it’ll be problems for me. but i don’t know if i can keep up with this lifestyle anymore. i don’t even know if i want to.” it felt a million times better to finally admit what you’ve been thinking of. “dancing isn’t fun anymore. it’s not the same as when i first started. it’s too much pressure now. i just want it to be enjoyable again. i just want to be happy when i choreograph, but i’m just not, and i don’t know why.”

he kissed the tip of your nose gently, staring with—if you didn’t know any better—love in his eyes. you huffed, feeling an honest bit of irritation rise within you; you didn’t know why he had to be so perfect, standing in your hallway, holding you close, thinking of only you, when there was literally billions of other people on this planet. but you also knew that, despite your self-consciousness, he’d reassure you a thousand times over that you were more than enough to him.

“you… you’re so goddamn perfect,” he put both his hands up defensively. “i don’t even deserve you—to come home to you.”

your wording had made a slight blush creep over his features. he knew what he had planned for your impromptu stay-at-home date, he knew that he desperately wanted what you subconsciously spewed out, he knew that it was becoming irritating not being able to call you his girlfriend when asked what the two of you were.

he never much cared for labels until it came to you. he respected your proclaim to take things slow when you first started whatever this was, but nevertheless he was only human and he thought you two were moving too slow at this point.

he took ahold of your hand, dragging you to the kitchen in an attempt to get you from ranting about how much you cared for him (because it ultimately flustered him.) and, honestly, you were grateful because, from the time you had began work until this exact moment, you hadn’t eaten anything besides some applesauce your grandmother had made and sent you from america.

“babe, the food is getting cold. i know i said i’d listen and then we could eat, but i’m starving—i’ll listen, but i gotta eat before i die.”

you laughed, watching him sit in the chair he self-proclaimed was his, and take a slice for you and himself. sometimes you forgot that he was just a man at the end of the day, a simple creature in its’ purest form, but at least he didn’t forget to feed you.

you took the pizza, putting it down on the plate he’d set up even before you’d gotten home. “it’s okay, i feel better now.”

he looked up through his hunched position, mouth full. “you do?”

“yeah,” you admitted, letting a moment of silence resonate. “you make me feel better so… thank you?”

he giggled, almost shyly, burying his face in the food once again, in an attempt to stop from professing his undying-love for you right now, instead of at the right time.

he finished his pizza as you had just began to eat, a comfortable silence falling over the apartment. he had the same loving look in his eyes, a deep-shade of pink flushing your upper-cheeks. you felt, what seemed like relief in his presence—a calmness that you believed you could never grow tired of. to you, he was perfect. you were convinced you could never see him any other way. he wasn't your boyfriend, but he had already ingrained himself into your personality.

you two complimented each other the way lovers in a fluff-filled romance movie would, the way constellations and wishes did, the way the sun and moon did. you had to practically swallow down the church bells that threatened to ring every time he'd catch your gaze.

all you two had to do was finally make it official, and after the feeling he instilled in you, you thought it couldn’t possibly be as hard as people made it seem. euijoo kept you breathing like he was the air that filled your lungs. the daily-anticipation always filled your heart to the bittersweet brim, only waiting for the day when it would overflow—though, in the past, maybe you were both too shy to ever say anything—but now, you could see the surface tension at its max.

“euijoo?” you asked cautiously, wiping your lips on a napkin as his attention refocused. he hummed sweetly, causing a small chuckle to escape your lips. you both knew that he was lovesick for you, bewitched, head over heels, but neither of you jumped to admit it.

silence took over, your chest caving slightly as you two locked eyes. you swear he could read your thoughts, and you weren't as scared of that as you used to be in past relationships. you wanted him to know everything you thought about him.

“i love you.”

“can i be your boyfriend?”

you spoke over each other, and then neither one of you jumped at the others proclamation, literally too stunned to speak. you just stared at each other like if you looked away the other would disappear.

his eyes grew ten-times their size. “y-you love me?”

however, you had decided to speak against his words once again. “you can be m—you go first, im sorry.”

“i love you, too.” he stated, making your lip pout-out at the way he looked so goddamn adorable. “i wish I would’ve done this sooner, oh my god, i had this whole thing planned out and—“

“it's perfect—you’re perfect. i love you more than the word love could ever insinuate.”

“you can’t ever stop saying that now.” he shook his head like he couldn’t believe it. “seriously? how’d i get so lucky?”

it was rhetorical, though you still felt the desire to refute it. he was mad that he hadn’t asked you to be his girlfriend sooner, your claim only making his stomach swarm with butterflies. he was in love with you before he even knew what love for another person was, but now he was convinced it would never feel the same if it wasn't you.

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[librulie]

[jinkookista]

𝕃𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕨𝕚𝕟𝕤 𝕒𝕝𝕝 (𝕀𝕌 𝕩 𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘)

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[stupidinluvv]

Fuck It, If I can't have him.

[pickles-24]

All Eyes on You (Felix)

3- You’ve got to be kidding

Author's note: This is my first fic In a while please be patient. ( Daisy Lyn is the Musian name - this is not real-)

PAIRING: College Felix!! x Musician fem reader!!

GENRES: social media au, smut, fluff, angst, mystery, drama, enemies to lovers, college au, celebrity au, non-idol au

WARNINGS: cursing, slow-burn, alcohol/drug consumption, addiction, sexual jokes/ sexual content, toxic relationships, mental health disorders, trauma, mentions of abuse, offense jokes (NOT RACIST NOR ANYTHING LIKE THAT), Felix and MC have a small age gap (He's older by 2 1/2 years) THIS IS NOT IN ANY WAY LINKED TO THE REAL DEALS!

SUMMARY: You're an up-and-coming musician with a decent platform. You and a Friend of Felix's get close eventually leading you to meet Him. Liking each other at first, wasn't in the cards due to several misunderstandings. Throughout the year You start gaining attention from more than just your fans. All eyes are on you.

"Oh, so that means you're also the guy who flipped me off earlier." You said not impressed. You turned back to the group who was talking amongst themselves, " Hi, I'm Y/N nice to meet you guys." You say as one of the guys smiles and introduces himself, "Hi, I'm Chris, I'm a senior nice to meet one of our incoming freshmen." He had sort of an accent. The other guys had wandered off and so did Soojin and Minnie so you and Chris sat down to talk.

"So how do you know I.N?" He asked with a friendly smile still on his face. "Oh, we just met at orientation, and we found out we share some classes," You paused, "Sorry if this is inappropriate to ask but where is your accent from?" Chris gave you a small laugh, "No you're fine, I'm from Australia, My cousin and I moved here nothing short of 9 years ago." That actually caught you off guard, mostly because you didn't really know what you were expecting but you weren't expecting Australia.

"Is your cousin also a senior here?" You grew curious and felt that you could be making new friends. It was scary for you at first when you thought you'd be alone on campus without your friends. "Uh no he's a junior, but he and and I are in the same major," Chris said as a text lit up your phone. "Lucky I don't know anyone in my major. I was lucky I.N minors in business so I wouldn't be completely alone."

Chris furrowed his brows, "What's your major? Maybe one of our guys has the same one." You didn't think of that before you forgot that you were here to meet people and make friends on campus. "I'm majoring in music." When you said that he got up excitedly, "Oh My cousin and I major in music too, Let me introduce you two." You agreed grabbing your phone and seeing a text from I.N.

" I.N said they're at air hockey." You mention as you follow Chris to meet his cousin, you give a sigh of relief knowing that you aren't alone, and even if it was just a few people you are grateful you met them. As you approach the rest of the group you see I.N. and Minnie going at it in air hockey. "Hey guys, If you didn't know this is Y/N, She's a music major." You give a little wave to the group of guys looking at you, and you're gaze falls on one. The douchebag with the blue Camero. Looks like he wasn't pleased to see you either given the glare he was shooting you.

But before you could think about it any further one of the guys stuck his hand out, " Hi I'm Changbin," You shook his hand as he pointed to another one of the boys, "That's Jisung by I.N, Next to him is Minho, Then Seungmin, and the one leaning on the wall like he's in a movie is Felix." Changbin pointed around introducing each one of them. All of them either gave you a wave or said hi except for Felix who kept glaring.

Chris called him over, "Y/N, Felix is my cousin." In your mind the only thing you could think was, you've got to be kidding. "I'll let you guys talk." Then he went off to go talk to Soojin. You looked at him and decided it was better for you to talk first, "I don't particularly like you, that being said I am sorry for calling you an asshole." Then you walked off not having anything else to say to him. You made your way back to Chris who was talking to Soojin about Kappa Kappa Alpha. "Oh hey Y/N I was just talking to Soojin about a party tonight, wanna come? We're all going Soojin and Minnie said they're up for it."

"Y/N you haven't taken a night off in a while, you should go," Soojin said referring to the fact that you have been cooped up in your apartment for a week straight before today. You sighed," Fine I'll go, but I can't DD." You say to your best friend. "Well 3 of us stay sober, 4 people fit in each car so we can pick you up and take you home." You have never been to a party before, and you weren't exactly sure if you knew how to party. Nevertheless, you agreed to go to the party.

Everyone had left the arcade a few hours later to prepare for the party. You dropped Soojin and Minnie off and drove home to get ready before one of the boys picked you up. You decide to do your makeup first then get dressed. You got out your makeup bag as well as a little Altiods container you used to keep your blunts. You and your friends were different in that, they smoked for fun, and you did it to feel like someone again. To feel like yourself again.

Was it a good coping mechanism? Probably not. But did you care? No. You connected your phone to the speaker and started playing music. You grabbed your lighter and sparked the blunt taking a deep drag. You begin to do your makeup as NO RAINBOWS by Chase Atlantic plays. You finish your makeup and your blunt, so you walk over to your closet. You pick out your outfit and text your friends to see what they're wearing.

You realize you're nowhere near high enough for this party so you decide you have time to smoke another blunt. Eventually, you notice it's dark out and that you're as shit. The clock reads 9:35 and you gather your things. And because you don't know when to stop you grab another blunt and head outside to wait. Now you don't even remember how much you smoked, and a familiar car rolls up. It honks and you make your way towards it.

The front seat is empty so you open the door, greet everyone in the car, and sit down closing the car door. Felix takes one look at you and utters the words, "You've got to be kidding."

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[mooka97]

CHEESE 🧀

[mrbhilalbn]

♡

[noonaishere]

noonaishere Masterlist!

So now that I have more than one fic on this blog, I suppose I have to make a master-masterlist, for all the masterlists I have now. For all these masterful lists.

Here are the fics:

OLDER FICS

(These are all on AO3. Some have smut some don’t. Reader discretion is advised.)

Work of Art [Jeong Jaehyun]

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: Jaehyun x fem!reader

Genre: slow burn, friends to lovers, college au (replacement for Dear.M? I don’t know about you but I’m still salty it was cancelled)

Warnings: allusions to emotional and financial abuse, backhanded compliments, negging, sexual assault, drinking, suicide mention

Status: completed!

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n is an art student who - through much hard work and many scholarships - has gotten accepted to the Neo Cultural Technological Institute, a foremost University in Seoul, Korea. There, she makes friends, keeps up with project deadlines, and meets one Jeong Jaehyun. She knows she’s there to work but… the dimpled dancer just might sway her heart.

[WORK OF ART MASTERLIST]

Online/Offline [Choi San]

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: San x fem!reader

Genre: cafe setting, streamer, strangers to lovers, mutual pining, male lead secrets

Warnings: stalking, verbal abuse, online harassment, attempted kidnapping, “honey trap”

Status: Currently updating

Updates: Mondays and Tuesdays at 12pm EST

Synchronously posted with Music of the Heart

SYNOPSIS:

Y/n has been a faceless streamer since she was 17 or 18 and - even though she’s friends with an idol from a popular group - no one knows who she is. Things start to go wrong when someone posts a picture in front of her old job and she makes the move from her hometown to Seoul. What will happen when she makes a whole bunch of new friends at the nearby cafe?

Also, how does y/n’s existence connect to t/n, someone she’s never met?

[ONLINE/OFFLINE MASTERLIST]

Music of the Heart [Jeong Yunho]

By: noonaishere (main blog: symphonyofmars)

Fic type: social media au / traditional

Pairing: Yunho x fem!reader

Genre: music industry setting, musician/producer, enemies to lovers, mutual pining, running from the past

Warnings: overbearing parents, verbal abuse, sexual harassment, drinking, suicide mention

Status: Currently updating

Updates: Thursdays and Fridays at 12pm EST

Synchronously posted with Online/Offline

SYNOPSIS:

T/n has always loved music, though her experience of it wasn’t always the greatest. Forced by her parents to learn the violin - almost purely to climb the socio-economic ladder - she’s since forged her own path. She auditions at Wonderland Entertainment and becomes one of their studio musicians, but how will she deal with seeing her ex-best friend who also happens to be contracted under the company?

Also, how does t/n’s existence connect to y/n, someone she’s never met?

[MUSIC OF THE HEART MASTERLIST]

All my fics are filled with fandom in-jokes and if-you-know-you-know’s, so I hope you have fun finding all of them 😁

If you want to be added to a fic’s taglist, just comment or send an ask!

(also, if the tag list doesn’t work for you or something, just let me know)

[bultaorechwita]

My BTS ⟭⟬ diary till this moment (in progress) 💜

[brown-cats-twt]

[aurorasandsad-prose]

The moment when you've been listening to a song for a long time but this time you *actually* pay attention to the lyrics and

Oh.

My.

God.

[librulie]

ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ⡞⠳⣄⣀⣠⠞✿⢷ㅤ

[startreatment]

the amount of insane hip-hop takes i've seen in this past week is just astonishing. likeee why are you so comfortable sharing the fact that you've never even heard of kendrick lamar? one of the best artist to debut this century? released one of the best albums of all time?