#netizen force

[arrahmahcom]

Mossad diduga intai aktivitas pasukan Julid Fiisabilillah yang menyerang "Israel" di dunia maya

JAKARTA (Arrahmah.id) – Badan Intielijen “Israel”, Mossad, diduga mulai mengintai aktivitas pasukan siber anti-“Israel”, Julid Fiisabilillah. Hal ini diketahui dari uggahan akun Instagram @mosadisraeli yang kini sudah hilang. Dalam unggahan tersebut, @mosadisraeli menyatakan akan mencari dalang yang menyerang akun-akun sosial media milik para pejabat “Israel”. Pernyataan tersebut diduga terkait…

[papirouge]

Did you know that Miss Japan 2024 was a White Ukrainian?👀

I wonder why the anti woke anti diversity mob didn't clutch their pearls at this one whining about virtue signalling and political agenda ? 🙃

[littlefireball]

ᴄꜱ|ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ᴏꜰ ᴇx-ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ (ᴍ)

ᴇx-ʙᴏʏꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅ ɪᴅᴏʟ ꜱᴀɴ x  ᴀᴄᴛʀᴇꜱꜱ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ 

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ꜱᴍᴜᴛ|ᴜɴᴘʀᴏᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴇx|ꜱᴇᴍɪ-ᴘᴜʙʟɪᴄ ꜱᴇx|ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴏᴜᴛ|ꜰɪɴɢᴇʀɪɴɢ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 2.3ᴋ

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢʀᴀᴅᴜᴀʟʟʏ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ. ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴ ꜰᴀᴄᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ʜᴇ ꜱᴀᴡ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛɪᴍᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛᴏʀ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʟᴀʏ, ʜɪꜱ ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜꜱʏ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ. ɴᴏ, ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ.

After parting ways with San, you poured your heart and soul into your work, using it as a means to distract yourself from the pain of the breakup. There were no betrayals, no major arguments—just a gradual fading of his feelings for you, leaving you feeling empty and lost. Despite your efforts to salvage the relationship, all you received in the end was a simple "I'm sorry," a phrase that cut deeper than any knife.

 Acting had always been your escape, a way to channel your emotions into something productive, and today was no different. You and the main lead, Yujin, stood face to face with a smile. Today’s scenes were all explicit and intimate. But your relationship was pretty good, so it won’t be too embarrassing. “Fighting!” He said softly, clenching a fist . “You too” You replied with a small smile. 

“Ok…action!” 

“Come back to me, please,” Yujin stepped forward and leaned dangerously close, you could even feel his breath fall on your skin. “But…your family…” “I don’t care.” Cupping your face with his big hands, he gave you a deep kiss. 

Both of your breaths became rapidly because of heavy panting, mixed with faint moans and shy sucking sounds. You gradually retreated as he moved forward and stopped as your back pressed against the cold wall. 

“Misoo…” You moaned out his name as he sucked hard on your neck, tilting your head to give him more access. Yujin picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist, walking to the sofa before putting you down. 

“Mine," He climbed over you and settled himself between your thighs, lifting your chin and claiming your mouth into a hungry kiss. Memories of being with San suddenly flooded your mind, making tears well up in your eyes. But you immediately shook it off and got back to acting. This kissing scene was so long that you and him almost got lost in it. 

“Ok, cut!!” Your lips parted as the director’s voice rang in your ears. “Good take! Take a rest.” As you sat alone in your dressing room, the echoes of the intense scene still lingering in your mind, you couldn't help but feel a wave of emotions crashing over you. The facade of strength you had put on for the camera melted away, leaving you vulnerable and raw.

The memories of San haunted you like a ghost, his smile, his touch, his voice...they all played on a loop in your mind, tormenting you with what once was and what could have been. You tried to push them away, bury them deep down, but they clawed their way back to the surface, refusing to be ignored.

A knock on the door startled you out of your reverie. "Come in," you called out, trying to compose yourself before facing whoever was on the other side. The door creaked open, revealing Yujin standing there, a concerned look in his eyes.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. You forced a smile, nodding slightly. "I'm fine, just...lost in thought, I guess."

Yujin came closer, sitting beside you on the dressing table. "I can see that it's been tough for you lately. Breakups are never easy, especially when it's so sudden and unexpected." His words were like a soothing balm to your wounded heart, offering comfort in a sea of turmoil.

“Maybe will you have dinner with me? If you ever need a shoulder to cry on, I’m around.” He asked, his face was as red as a tomato, making you chuckle at his shyness. 

“Yah, sure.” 

—---

The TV series quickly gained popularity, especially due to the intimate scenes between you and Yujin that sparked heated discussions among netizens, fueling rumors of a real-life romance. Fans meticulously analyzed every interaction, every glance, searching for confirmation of their suspicions. 

Struggling to adapt to life without you, San found the ache of your breakup hadn't dulled with time. Memories of your shared laughter, your whispered confessions, your secret meetings after work, where you sought solace in his arms, late-night phone calls during his travels abroad and the warmth of your embrace haunted him, refusing to fade with time.

The breaking point came at an awards ceremony. As a performance guest, San sat in the dressing room waiting for his stage. Your presence on screen captivated him, leaving him unusually quiet. 

“What? I’m okay, guys. We broke up.” Yes, you two broke up but San found himself unable to tear his gaze away from the screen, captivated by your every smile, every gesture. The rest of ATEEZ could only look at each other but nobody spoke. 

When the award for Best Couple was announced, and it was awarded to you and Yujin, the crowd erupted in cheers and applause. San felt a sharp pang of jealousy and bitterness when he laid on both of you, full of happiness. But why? Didn’t he have any feelings for you anymore? Or did he not realize that he still likes you? 

“Err, maybe we…” Wooyoung attempted to change the subject but San suddenly stood up and left the room. “I go to toilet,” 

“Just leave him alone,” Seonghwa shook his head as wooyoung tried to catch him up. “He would be fine.” 

Unable to ignore the turmoil in his heart, San reached out to you, his fingers trembling as he typed out a message. "Can we have a talk?" He stared at the screen to wait for your reply. Usually, you would reply to him within seconds. “The ceremony is not over yet, she won’t reply to me now…” He comforted himself, trying hard to hide his uneasiness. 

But, even if the ceremony had ended for more than an hour, his message was still unread. He kept checking his phone to see if you were online. No. You weren't even online before the ceremony.

"Hello?" The ringing phone brought San back to reality, 'Seonghwa hyung' flashing on the screen. "San, where are you? We have to go to an after-party," Seonghwa said urgently. "I'm on my way," San replied, hanging up before slipping the phone back into his pocket. With a heavy heart, he made his way towards the after-party, preparing himself for the inevitable encounter with you and Yujin.

As he approached, he saw you standing alone by the bar, a look of vulnerability in your eyes that mirrored his own. "Hey," San said, surprising you. "Hey," you replied softly, forcing a smile.

"Hmm…Congratulations," San stammered, unsure of what to say. "Thanks," you responded, taking a sip of your wine, feeling uneasy in his presence. Didn’t you want him to talk to you? Why did you feel so heartbroken when you should be happy?

"Hmm…Where's Yujin?" San asked, trying to make conversation. "I don't know. He's not my boyfriend," you clarified. San's face lit up with a hidden smile.

"Oh, I thought you two were dating, with all the news..." You felt a pang of disappointment as you realized he might only be talking to you because you had a new boyfriend.

"Hey, are you San, right?" Yujin approached, waving his hand. San's smile faded, but he greeted Yujin politely. "Nice to meet you."

"Y/n’s acting was amazing, wasn't it?" Yujin complimented, leaning in close to you. San watched, a hint of jealousy in his eyes.

"Thank you," you replied, feeling torn between the two men. San contemplated taking you away from Yujin, but he held back, unsure of his own feelings.

“Your acting was good, too” “Oh, thanks. So, is it the reason why our fans always match us as a couple?” Yujin said provocatively, making you almost squirt. 

“*Cough* Yeah, we still have something to talk about, PRIVATELY. Excuse me.” Without a second thought, San took your hand in his and pulled you towards the room without people.  

“Wait, wait, San.” Your struggle was completely in vain. “Hey, you…!” He pressed you against the door, leaning so close that your lips touched as he spoke. As San's lips brushed against yours, a jolt of electricity shot through your body. His eyes bore into yours, filled with a mix of longing and uncertainty. The air between you crackled with tension, the unspoken words hanging heavy in the room.

"Y/n, I... I can't stand seeing you with Yujin," San whispered, his voice husky with emotion. "I thought I could ignore it, but no, I can't. It breaks my heart when I see you with him."

"San, I... I..." you started, but he gently placed a finger on your lips, silencing you.

"I don't want to pressure you, Y/n. But I had to tell you how I feel. I can't pretend anymore," San confessed, his hand trembling slightly against the door.

In that moment, everything seemed to fall into place. The pieces of the puzzle that had been scattered for so long suddenly clicked together. You reached out, cupping San's face in your hands, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips.

"I've always loved you, San." you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “I missed us…” “And here we are.” 

A soft smile tugged at the corners of San's lips, relief washing over his features. Without another word, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips in a tender, hesitant kiss.

You slightly opened your mouth to welcome his tongue, his tip intertwining with yours, sending a wave of happiness and sweetness throughout your bodies. 

“Who kisses you better? Tell me, y/n. Me or yujin?” He said between the kiss, earning a chuckle from you. “What if I say you are not good enough?" "Then I’ll show you who is better.” 

The passion between you ignited,  each kiss a fervent exploration of shared desire, a merging of souls that left an indelible mark on your hearts. You yielded to his advances, allowing him to take the lead as his movement grew more urgent, more possessive

His hand trailed down to the slit of your dress, finding the hem of your panties and pulling it down in one go. His fingers caressed your clit, making your juices flow out because of sudden excitement. You moaned in his mouth as he pushed his index finger into your cunt, moving in and out while scratching your tight wall. 

“San…” “Gotta prepare you well, darling.” He pulled out the finger and picked you up, shoving you to the sofa as if you were nothing. Oh god, you missed this feeling. 

Unbelted his pants, San freed his angry red cock that arched for so long. “Remember the feeling how I fuck you?” Slowly, his erection found its way to your entrance, sliding in as you arched your back in response. “Ah~fuck!” 

Cupping your face, he pressed his lips against yours, starting to move. It had been so long since you felt this way. The sensation of him inside you drove him wild, his cock twitching with each thrust, drawing moans from your lips.

"I may not last long," he groaned, fingers intertwined with yours as he buried his face in your neck. A loud groan escaped you, surprising both of you. "Feel good, huh?" he asked, pressing his body against yours, the added friction heightening the pleasure.

The room was filled with the symphony of moans and the rhythmic slapping of skin, creating a melody that resonated in their ears. "I need deeper, babe," he whispered, sitting up to position your leg on his shoulder, his movements steady and intense. The depth of his thrusts pushed you towards the peak of pleasure, your eyes tightly shut as tears of ecstasy streamed down your face.

But San desired more, craving a deeper connection with you. He shifted your legs to the side, holding your arms as he pulled you into a passionate kiss. His tongue sought entrance with a mix of urgency and possessiveness, a silent declaration of his claim over you. Despite the initial expectation of rejection or disgust, you found yourself surrendering to the intensity of the moment, willingly succumbing to the whirlpool of desire that he embodied.

"I can't get enough of you, baby," he whispered, pulling you close and wrapping his arms around your waist. You nestled into his embrace, cupping his face as your lips met in a kiss. Breathless and lost in the moment, your lips remained locked in a dance of fervor. “Hm…san…” You carefully bounced in a slow pace as if testing the water. 

"Baby, you can go faster.” As the intensity grew, he urged you to go faster, his desire evident in his voice. “You wouldn't have been so slow before. Or maybe you need some help?” With a sudden, powerful thrust, he hit your sweet spot, eliciting a cry of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain. "Oh, fuck!" you gasped, gripping his shoulder tightly.

“That’s my girl.” He took control, gripping your wrist to control you bouncing at a very fast pace that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Moans and cries filled the air as you both gave in to the primal urge driving you towards ecstasy. His thick cock totally ruined you, the numbness from the g post colliding making you dizzy. 

He knew you were about to cum as your wall became so tight and juices flowed out. “Cum for me, cum for me." With a loud moan, you released everything, wetting his thick cock. He also came in your cunt after a few thrusts. 

“What…what if I get pregnant…?” Maybe this question was too late to ask though. “I will take care of both of you.” He gently tucked your hair behind your ears, pecking at your red cheek. 

“Let's get back together, Y/N.” 

[blackhairedjjun]

late night returns - c.yj

pairing: choi yeonjun x gn reader | genre / tropes: angst with a happy ending, actor!yeonjun x non-celebrity!reader, exes to lovers | word count: 855 | warnings: mentions of being stalked (by tabloids)

part of my 300 followers event (event masterlist)

prompt - OVER?: after a mutually reluctant (and unwanted but necessary) break-up, the sender calls/visits the receiver and tells them that they’re still in love with them. (requested by @seolis-world)

author's notes: seoli!! this ended up longer than planned, nag-enjoy ako masyado haha. your trope choice allowed me to bring out my celebrity!yj x non-celebrity!reader thoughts, which are some of my favorite hcs to think about! (also actor!yj after seeing the behind the scenes of the minisode 3 trailer haha) i hope you like this!

‘Love Like Hydrangeas’ Star Choi Yeonjun Stuns in New Red Carpet Photos “Like a Fairytale Prince”: Netizens React to Viral Photos of Choi Yeonjun

you sigh as you read the social media headlines on your phone. yeonjun does look like a fairytale prince, and you admire the embroidered details of his dark suit while zooming in on the latest batch of photos from his new movie premiere. a heaviness settles over you while you scroll through photo after photo, remembering the first time he showed you that same suit weeks before: “i look handsome, right?” he asked you, and when you said yes, he let out a soft laugh that filled your heart to bursting.

that moment in his apartment feels like a lifetime ago, and all it took was one leaked image of the two of you from a tabloid photographer making the rounds on fansites. yeonjun’s agency went overtime trying to do damage control, and it was a miracle that your identity was never revealed. but once the storm settled down, you and yeonjun sat down not in his room but at the agency office. the two of you needed to break up, you both agreed, for your safety and his 一 and with a lingering embrace and one last kiss, you left.

tears prick at your eyes and you toss the phone back to your nightstand; the clock there reads 2:16 am. you cocoon yourself in your blankets, turn to your side, and shut your eyes. you want to sleep, because at least in your dreams you can escape from reality for a little while. yet the more you wish for sleep to come to you, the more it eludes you, and the restlessness only grows worse as you turn from side to side in your bed over and over again.

buzz!

you jolt up at the sound of your apartment doorbell. you have no idea who the hell is calling for you in the middle of the night, but at least it distracts you from your restlessness.

you open the door a crack. “who’s th一”

it takes a second for you to recognize the tall man in a dark hoodie standing in front of you. the dimness makes it hard to see his figure or his features, until you realize that they look all too familiar...

you immediately you throw the door open and sink into yeonjun’s arms. you sob into his chest, your body shuddering from the force of your tears, and he holds you even more tightly as his own tears stream down his face.

“i missed you,” he says, his voice hoarse. you haven’t heard the sound of his voice in weeks, and it only makes you cry even harder.

eventually your sobs calm down to quieter tears, and when you let go of yeonjun you can still see the tear tracks running from his eyes. with your hands still in his, you tug him inside the warmth of your apartment, and there he pulls you into his embrace once more.

“how did you...” you begin, your voice muffled into his hoodie.

“i snuck out.”

“you shouldn’t have...”

yeonjun kisses the top of your head once, then twice, then again and again. his kisses are feather-light and you sigh at his touch. “i love you,” he murmurs into your hair. “i n-never stopped loving you. i don’t一 i can’t do any of this without you. i miss you so much...”

your arms are around his waist and you give it a gentle squeeze. he rubs circles down your back and you hum. his touch sends waves of calm through your body, the heaviness you once carried slowly leaving you.

you recall the red carpet photos you were just looking at and your bliss is interrupted by a million questions. does anyone else know that he’s here? what happens when his agency finds out? or when his fans find out? are you really getting back together or does he just miss you? how would you even navigate the tabloids, the endless stream of gossip? you try to bury yourself even more in yeonjun’s arms but he doesn’t miss the quickening of your heartbeat.

your thoughts are interrupted by another kiss on your head. yeonjun moves you to the foot of your bed and cradles you as you both sit there, a hand making its way through the tangle of your hair. your arms perch around his neck and you nuzzle into him.

“i’ll protect you, okay?” he says. his voice is quiet yet solemn like a prayer. “i can’t... i can’t lose you again.”

you pull away to meet his gaze and you see the same shine in his eyes that you always loved. he gazes at you with such tenderness, and behind his firm words you see the affection that underlies them. he needs you, and you need him just as much too.

“i love you too, jjunie... please don’t leave me.”

“i promise i won’t.”

you still don’t have the answers to your questions, but you’d rather leave then unanswered than have yeonjun leave you again.

[ggukkieisintominnie]

THE OBSSESSION WITH HETEROSEXUALITY WHEN IT COMES TO DEBUNKING JIKOOK IS IGNORANT AND SIMPLY HOMOPHOBIC...

Throughout the years Jikook's bond has been a victim of fan service accusations, claims of being a one-sided infatuation, dubbed as only brotherly affection, antis, tkkrs etc. However none of those icks me more than forcing heterosexuality on the boys.

I never take my time to go on and research about who antis cling onto that Jimin or Jungkook are dating... like that shit ain't important to me but today I surprisingly did. And gurl did I have a good laugh, I'm talking chest paining and crying out after type of laugh.

Song Daeun, some 32 year old, not even a D-list actress is some how rumored to be dating Park Jimin since like 2022 because some cryptic netizen posted a thread of "proofs".

So antis and army's rather believe in idiotic coincidences than 10 years of pure jikook magic all because it HETEROSEXUAL... like the f**k.

And the icing on the cake is that Song did come out to deny the rumors and beg for it to stop because the doxxing just got too much. Yet some antis still cling onto this because they just can't accept the fact that not everyone is HETEROSEXUAL.

A heterosexual media take on Jungkook or jimin will forever gets more interaction (views, conversations, likes) than any media of them together even tkk doesn't do numbers that heterosexual rumors obtain. An example will be this Song lady -she's basically only relevant becuase of the rumor.

I can bet most antis don't know shit about her but they will cling onto her for dear life because she represents and gives them the Park Jimin they gravely crave... a HETEROSEXUAL one.

That grainy ass video of Jungkook was so easily accepted with no doubt by majority because it contained a woman. No one would've gave a shit if all this mentioned scenarios co-starred another man.

If Letter featured a female idol no one would've clinged on the "it a fandom song" thing. If GCF Tokyo was edited for a female no one would've clinged onto the "their brotherly bond is everything" thing. And yes I can go on but to put it simply... if everything Jikook have shared to the world was some how between a female and male no one would've debunked them.

And the simple explanation to this is HOMOPHOBIA.

A few of us see Jikook for what they really are, a few of us pick up the clues and cherish it for whatever it means, knowing that one thing for certain is that they mean too much to each other. Unfortunately many will rather pick up the nonexistent clues of heterosexuality to cling onto their beliefs because they would not stomach an idea of a gay couple.

Holding onto the SHE pronouns in the music lyrics isn't gonna stop Jikook from Jikooking like it didn't work as they still enlisted together. Therefore I believe it time antis change their heterosexual glance at the world and wake up to smell the homosexual realness called Jikook.

STAY PRESSED. 😉

[soraontop]

THE TRUTH UNTOLD

title the truth untold ( pt. 1 of 10 things i hate about you series )

summary how it all begins.

genre angst, fluff towards the end, slice of life

characters jung sora (8th female member oc of enhypen), nam iseul (female oc, former 9th female member oc of enhypen), park jongseong, park sunghoon (briefly), brief cameos of other enhypen members

warnings poly ot7 enhypen au with 8th female member. knetz are really mean to sora. slut shaming, self-deprecating thoughts. enhypen are still learning about sora’s many, many layers. unrequited (?) love. idiots in love. pining.

words 2412

note aaaa okay sorry it took a min. here is the first part of how enhasora began. just letting you know … prepare for a ride cause im not gonna make it easy on them. 🫶🫶

Jung Sora knew one thing before ENHYPEN debuted. She was absolutely and utterly fucked.

It starts a month before ENHYPEN’s debut. Iseul gathers Sora and the seven boys in their living room, the room cluttered as always when all nine of them were in their tiny dorm. She knows what’s coming before it leaves Iseul’s mouth. She thinks of how she knows Iseul better than anyone.

“I’m leaving ENHYPEN.”

The room goes still, and Sora’s heart drops, even though she expected it. There’s an awful, funny feeling in the pit of her stomach and she feels like she’s going to throw her breakfast back up.

Sora inhales sharply and that seems to break the rest of the members’ silence.

“You’re kidding, right,” Jake chuckles, head ducking down. They wait for her to laugh, telling them it’s a joke. But she doesn’t. His head snaps up, “Wait, seriously?”

At Iseul’s silence, Sunghoon stands and walks out of the living room, slamming the door to the bedroom shut. Sora flinches, closing her eyes briefly. She feels eyes on her and looks to see Heeseung staring at her. She smiles weakly, breaking eye contact to turn back to Iseul.

“I don’t understand,” Niki said, brows furrowing. “Why? We haven’t even debuted yet.”

Iseul swallows, “I— I thought I could do it, but I can’t.” Her eyes connect with Sora and her eyes are shining, bottom lip trembling. “Sora … you understand, don’t you?” Her voice breaks, hand reaching out for the younger girl to hold.

Sora stares at her hand for a moment, disappointment settling in. This was really happening. She looks back up, and a tear falls from Iseul’s eyes. She pushes her feelings aside, forcing a weak smile as her own eyes become wet, “Unnie … You know I do.” Their hands clasp together, fingers intertwining tightly. She swallows the lump in her throat, “I want to tell you to stay. I don’t want you to leave.” The other members watch as she blinks away her tears, never one to cry in front of others. “But I know you’ve already made your mind up. You’ve already booked your train ride home, too, haven’t you?” When a sob rips out from Iseul’s chest and she nods slowly, she nods back. She stands up, pulling Iseul in for a hug, shocking the older girl.

They hold each other tightly and Sora whispers for only her to hear, “I love you, unnie.” She pulls back a moment later, glancing at the boys who are still staring in confusion. They don’t know the reason. She sighs, turning back to Iseul. “I’m going to …” She turns her head but Iseul already knows where she’s going, sniffling and nodding.

As Sora walks away, she knows there is no use to beg Iseul to stay. If she didn’t want to debut so badly, she’d go with her. But she’s always wanted to be an idol— it was her dream. She had been a trainee for far too long to just give up now because netizens didn’t like that she was a girl in a boy group.

She hesitantly stops at the bedroom door, bringing up her fist before stopping. She stands there for a moment before breathing in and out, gathering the courage to knock on the door. “Sunghoon?”

There’s no answer. She sighs.

“Please … Just hear her out,” is all she has to say before he’s ripping the door open and pulling her in. The door closes behind her and he’s staring at her, face blank. If she didn’t know him so well by now, she’d think he was angry at her. He was angry, yes, but not at her. “You don’t understand.”

“Then make me understand,” Sunghoon fires back.

“Imagine you’re in our shoes. We’re the only girls in a group full of boys, set to become idols in front of thousands of girls who already have their claws in you. You know how fans are, they think you’re theirs,” Sora says in one breath. “They see us as competition and they don’t like that.”

“We get the same reaction from guys—”

“No, you don’t,” she shakes her head, “They call us sluts. Whores. They pat you on the back and say, ‘Wow, aren’t you lucky with the ladies?’” She tilts her head, smiling a patronizing smile. “It’s always been like this. And it’s always going to be harder on us.”

She doesn’t stay for a second longer, hoping her words get into Sunghoon’s head as she leaves. Iseul is still talking to the boys as she heads to their shared room. No, her room. Only her room now.

When the door shuts behind her and she climbs into her bed, shoving her face into her pillow, she finally allows the tears to fall.

When Iseul comes into their room a few hours later, she pats Sora on the head and climbs into bed with her. They hold each other and don’t speak for a very long time.

It’s weird without Iseul, Sora decides a few days later after Iseul has gone back home. It’s like the boys are walking on eggshells around her and she hates it. She tries to go back to normal, but it’s hard when they won’t let her.

After Niki allows her to serve his food, she stares at him for a moment, expecting him to protest, but he doesn’t. He only thanks her and begins eating. She waits another second, before turning away. Her eyes connect with Heeseung’s and she bites her lip, forcing herself to look away. Jay is now staring at her and she blinks.

A warm feeling washes over her body and she turns her head abruptly. She knows if she looked in the mirror right now, her cheeks would be red. She hates this feeling. She hates feeling vulnerable, like he can just tell what she’s thinking with just one look. She wishes he didn’t pay her so much attention. Then maybe it would be easier to get over him.

Sora sits down at her spot at the table after Heeseung hands her her plate as the boys engage in conversation, allowing her to eat her food silently. She hates herself. It’s a bold statement, but she does. All the things netizens are saying about her, that she’s a slut— that she likes one of the boys, or worse, even all of them. That she paid her way into debuting, either by actual money or other … favors. She’s just proving all of them right.

When she first read the comments about her, after the final episode of I-LAND aired, she was appalled. She felt sick to her stomach. How could anyone assume that of her? How could anyone say something like that to anyone? She doesn’t know how many times she’s cried herself to sleep or gotten so sick that she threw up nothing.

She knew the expectations of an idol, she’d been one for a year when she was thirteen with I.O.I. But that was nothing like this.

“Sora?”

Her head snaps up, eyes widening as she looks around the table. All seven of them are staring at her. She hopes she didn’t miss anything too important. She puts down her utensils, realizing she hadn’t even been eating. Just playing with her food.

Sora clears her throat, “Yeah?”

“Are you not hungry?” Jake switches to English, glancing down at her plate. “You should eat.”

“Ah …” She looks at it, too. She’s sheepish as she looks up, “Yeah. I had a big breakfast.” Everyone knows that’s a lie. But she doesn’t allow any room for argument as she stands up, “I’m going to put it in the fridge and I’ll clean dishes once all of you are done. Anyone want anything?” She almost expects one of them, Heeseung, most likely, to protest and tell her to go lay down, but they don’t. She bites down on her bottom lip, slightly ducking her head so her hair will hide her face. “Okay,” she says quietly, quickly taking her plate and walking into the kitchen.

Sora doesn’t know why she’s so disappointed. She hates being taken care of. She’s used to being the one to take care of others. She shouldn’t feel this way. She shouldn’t feel any of this.

Her phone rings in her jacket pocket right as she finishes putting her plate in the fridge. She checks the contact name.

Dad.

Sora blinks. And then stares at it some more. She allows it to continue ringing, staring at the screen until she hears footsteps heading her way. She quickly silences it, shoving it back in her pocket and leaving the kitchen just as Sunoo comes in. She doesn’t make eye contact, making sure to not brush against him as she leaves.

She can feel their eyes on her as she leaves. She wishes someone would say something.

LITTLE BIG BRO: Noona, are you having fun?

LITTLE BIG BRO: I miss you.

Sora hates feelings, she decides. She’s staring at the text messages from Kangmin, her oldest younger brother. His contact photo stares back. She goes to type something back, but she doesn’t know what to say. Does she lie? Say she’s having fun? Say she misses him, too?

If she said she misses him, would that be a lie, too?

Guilt creeps in at the thought and she hates herself more for even thinking it. Of course, she misses her brothers. They were always around, always messing with her and begging for her attention every second.

Sora turns her phone off, throwing it on what used to be Iseul’s bed. She shoves her head under her pillow, wanting to scream. There’s a knock on the door and then— “Sora? Can I come in?”

She bolts up in her bed, eyes automatically heading to the mirror in the room. Her hair is a mess, her cheeks are puffy, and her lips are dry. She quickly combs her fingers through her hair, searching for her lipbalm and smoothing it over her lips. She clears her throat as Jay knocks again, “Yeah, oppa. Come in.”

Jay steps inside the room, eyes roaming around as if he hasn’t seen it a hundred times before. But now it’s different, she tells herself. One half of the room is gone now. Empty. Before she can dive into her self-deprecating thoughts once more, she pats the bed beside her, “What’s up?”

Jay complies, staring down at his lap for a second. He had practiced this for a while before he even left his own room, but now that he was here, it was like all of it left his mind. He sighs, looking up at Sora who looked at him in confusion, “Do you want to talk?”

Sora blinks. “Talk? About what?” She knew what he was talking about and he knew that she knew. But he indulged her, anyway. He always would.

“Iseul noona,” Jay says gently, hand twitching by his side as if he were about to hold her hand. “You didn’t stay.”

“I went to talk to Sunghoon-oppa,” she murmurs, rubbing her palm on her sweatpants. “He needed to understand.”

“And he does, now,” he says. “I …” He sighs, “You’re not like yourself, Sora. Are you uncomfortable around us without noona here?”

Sora blinks in shock, head snapping up to look at him, “What? No! I’ve been friends with some of you before unnie and I even met. If anything,” her voice grows stronger, “It’s you guys who haven’t been yourselves. You’re uncomfortable with me.”

Jay doesn’t know how she can come to that conclusion. “What? No, we love you.”

Her heart warms at the confession, but she forces it down, “You guys keep just … letting me walk all over you! Letting me do whatever, walking around me like I’m about to break. I hate it. I hate it so much.”

Jay blinks. And opens his mouth before hesitating. He closes his mouth. “What … I thought you liked doing all that? We all did. That’s why we’re not stopping you like we usually do. We thought it’d make you feel better.”

Sora swallows, suddenly realizing what she had confessed after hearing his words. She looks down to her blanket, playing with the end of it.

“Sora,” he sighs at her silence. “It’s okay to want to be taken care of sometimes. You know I’m— we’re,” he clears his throat, “—always here for you. No matter what.” His eyes focus, becoming a little stern, “Okay?”

She looks up, studying the look in his eyes. She doesn’t recognize it. She wants to change the subject. “Okay.” She still doesn’t fully believe his words and he can tell.

Jay abruptly cups her cheek with his hand and her eyes widened, cheeks flushing red. His hand is warm, fingers slightly rough as his thumb smooths over her cheekbone. “Sora. Listen to me. If you need anything, if you want to talk about anything, you can come to me. You don’t always have to do things yourself. It’s okay to ask for help. You will never need to do anything by yourself when you have us.”

Her heart is beating erratically and she’s pretty sure Jay can hear it, he’s so close to her. God, that’s so embarrassing. Her eyes nervously dart away from his, laughing nervously at his words, “Ah, alright, alright. I get it, oppa. I understand now.” She pauses for a moment, before asking, “Does this mean you guys will go back to normal now? I … I miss the way it was.” Her voice grew quieter with the last sentence.

Jay chuckles, “Yeah, I’ll tell them.”

“But don’t tell them I said any of that,” she points her finger at him, trying to gain the upperhand again. She straightens up, and his hand falls from her cheek. She tries not to seem disappointed.

Jay’s smile is endearing, teasing but gentle, “Whatever you want … Baby.” His smile grows larger at her reaction, not expecting him to use the petname as it came out of Heeseung or Jake’s mouths more. Her eyes widen comically with appalled rage in them, mouth dropping open. Her cheeks are still red, hair a little messed up but she’s still pretty as the first time he saw her in the halls of BigHit.

“Yah! Don’t call me baby. I’m not a baby, you’re a baby, baby.”

“Whatever you say, baby.”

NEXT.

[accio-victuuri]

i remember the days when i was a new cpf and would get excited over them reposting “patriotic” stuff not knowing what it really meant. just a reminder how the line between politics and c-ent is crossed every single time and how celebrities like them are used to push the ideals of the state. yesterday, they both reposted about taiwan’s reunification with the mainland. this is not new, both of them ( along with many other celebrities ) have expressed support with the one china policy.

this comes right after the inauguration speech of Taiwan's new leader Lai Ching-te. he mentioned that a "glorious era of Taiwan's democracy has arrived" and thanked citizens for "refusing to be swayed by external forces, and for resolutely defending democracy." which of course is a no-no to Beijing who has now branded him ( Lai ) a dangerous separatist.

it also put in the spotlight once again, who are the celebrities that share the same sentiment. with netizens looking closely at HK and Taiwanese stars who make money with mainland audience - to see where their loyalty is. so even if the boys are from mainland, it is important to re post this sooner than later. in other countries, some celebrities use their platforms for politics but there is really nothing quite like how CCP uses their stars to influence the general public.

[silviakundera]

Oooh I like duke su from the show but the one from the novel sounds so much more interesting tbh I love a morally grey character with his own goals who doesn't give a f*ck what the lead is trying to do but has their own agenda and it's a much slower burn. Though with how Chinese dramas operate these days it's no wonder they made him like the FL and start helping her extremely early I don't think they know or even can with how netizens are write anything else.

Though I too love novel Su guogong, I think we're in a real quandary for the adaption.

The censors won't let him be characterized as black as the novel version AND be allowed to survive (see: Eternal Brotherhood where we can have a main character who is a dark schemer with blood on his hands that adores his wife -- only because he's doomed, doomed, doomed!) Boooooo!!! I do not agree that this softening was required for this work nor Story of Kunning Palace. Grr!!

But the change to make the FL and ML interact much more and work together in the 1st half, rather than him observing coldly and uncaring about her life or death -- imo that's a quandary about different mediums and how the audience reacts to them.

I wrote a lil meta post previously about the live action adaption of MDZS and why imo the production was forced to change the WWX and LWJ backstory. Once they decided on a linear storyline, imo the otp had to eventually be friends in his first life with a mutually acknowledged bond. The audience simply CANNOT be asked to wade through 20+ hours of episodes before LWJ as love interest isn't repeatedly rejecting the protagonist. 25 episodes and weeks in real-time of him being only cold & standoffish is too much for most viewers. When consuming the novel, the reader both won't have that stretched out real time delay until the couple are on the same page. And it won't take them 20 hours of reading to get there.

Things hit different for a crafted romance on page than performed live on screen for a 40-50 episode drama.

I can still see the adaption's struggle with this. Su suogong is truly a minor character in the novel and frankly not an active participant in most of the problem > scheme > resolution sub-arcs. He has this whole other full life of his own separate interests happening..... somewhere else. The novel mostly leaves his weekly activities as a black box, an obscured mystery. Drama boy is out there somewhere moving his chess pieces & murdering people for power but the reader often just sees glimpses of him ominously sipping his tea & ordering his minions around. In order raise him to a main, the drama is forced to make him involve himself in the play much earlier - to give him a reason to be on screen that is fully tied in with the main plot & its themes. He has to care about FL by the 9th hour in, and want to support her.... or give up ML status to Ye Shijie. 🤷

We can see the strain of this as 3 episodes may happen and all the screenwriter can do is have Su guogong show up for 5 minutes just to flirt a little and remind viewers he's alive 😂😂 but that's what you gotta do with 40 episodes tbh. I can't disgree that this is a more enjoyable viewing experience.