#oneus blog

[pandacherryblossoms]

⌈𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰 ⌋

𐙚 𝓦𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰! 𝓦𝓮’𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝔂𝓸𝓾’𝓻𝓮 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭—𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓼 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪 𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓮𝓬𝓽 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱. 𝓢𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓴 𝓪𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮!ㅤ 𐙚

𐙚 𝓕𝓵𝓾𝓯𝓯, 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽, 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓷𝓰𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓫𝓮 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰, 𝓼𝓸 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓾𝓷𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓬𝓴 𝓾𝓼.. 𐙚

𐙚 𝓜𝓲𝓷𝓸𝓻𝓼 𝓭𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓪𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓪𝓷 18+ 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰.. 𐙚

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[kpop-person]

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Personalização: Keonhee ꒰ Oneus ꒱

Lockscreens:

[adamichaelangelo]

Special Album [Dear.M] 🥀 CONCEPT PHOTO 🥀 2025.01.14 6PM (KST) RELEASE ✔️

[jongupmoons]

[jinisspace]

BLOG UPDATES #2

As of 12/19/24, I am leaving the Oneus fandom because I unfortunately no longer find myself interested in the group. Thank you for understanding.

[eggslovenc]

"And I can't get it back

No more, no more

And I can't get it back"

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Oneus 8th mini album, Malus (seoho digipack)

I cry every time I hear same scent 😭 it's so good and so nostalgic of the good times... anyways I had completed my oneus collection with xion and keonhee. The photocards are so HD? Like what quality phone they used??

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[sillyabtmusic]

finally starting up an audio blog all is right in the world

[candescentkpop]

My favorite MVs so far (50)

I've passed 50 MVs, and wanted to share my favorites so far:

Ateez: Halazia

Taeyeon: INVU

Oneus: Luna

Dreamcatcher: Boca

TXT: Sugar Rush Ride

[jinisnuggets]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ ℝ𝕦𝕝𝕖𝕤

ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ᴀꜱᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ, ɪᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ.

𝐁𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 (𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞…)

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 (𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 5𝐤 𝐰𝐜), 𝐈 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 1𝐤-3𝐤. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝.

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 (𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐟 8/14/24) 𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞.

𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐡��𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐠. 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭.

𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐞𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

𝐁𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝.

ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜰɪᴄ: ᴊᴜʟʏ 7ᴛʜ, 2022

[mckeeziiie]

delirium ❀ 2.0k words

oneus’s geonhak (leedo)

after being spit up from the sea, geonhak fell into heaven’s arms

There was sand everywhere. It burrowed into his skin and left behind aching, raw, angry scabs that gurgled blood like a choking animal. It cloaked the man in a second skin - like a blanket of coarse paper that clung to his face and arms, unable to be scratched off, which only led to more angry red splotches. His hair dripped with salt water and was encrusted with dried sediment, the sand forming shells around each lock of ebony waves. The sand crept into his eyes and made them water to the point the man was crying - however the crushing weight of the situation he was in dawned on him like a searing slap to the face.

Geonhak was a traveling merchant; he sailed from island to island, country to country, seeking people to buy his hand-crafted pots and bowls, his finely cut jewelry and polished shells, his seasoned and filleted fish poppers and delicately refreshing coconut spritzers. He was a man of all trades he was told - literally and metaphorically - for he sold all and did all. Geonhak went to a prestigious college in the heart of his country, studied to be an architect of the Roman-esqe temples that dotted villages, but fell out of such interest in less than a year. He's always had a passion for trade, the idea of crafting and selling, that he thought he'd risk his future, his family's fortune, his name, his life for his business.

"Looks like I really did risk my life, didn't I?"

Geonhak struggled onto his knees; his back ached worse than it ever had, and it seemed like he couldn't use his right arm. With slow and precarious movements, Geonhak twisted his right arm to peek near his shoulder; what he saw knocked the breath from his lungs, zippered his throat closed.

A large wooden splinter, about the size of Geonhak's hand, was lodged inside his upper arm.

How it got there, he couldn't remember. What he could remember, though, he pushed out of mind before it could resurface, yet there was little he could do with a splinter that sucked the life from him like a sickly wooden parasite. Waves the size of buildings crashing onto his tiny boat, wind howling as loud as a boulders pummeling the ground, his precious treasures and gems scattered about the churning waters, a wave - determined in its course that looked to have sneered at Geonhak - collapsing onto his tattered boat, total darkness.

Geonhak must've tensed, for his arm seized with white-hot pain. Before he could stop seeing two of things, he ripped the splinter free and threw it as far away as possible. Geonhak doubled over and landed on the sand, nearly jolting with fresh surges of searing pain. But he knew he couldn't stay like this. Geonhak didn't know where he was; all he knew was how he ended up here - well, parts of it - and that he wouldn't let himself bleed out on the beach of some random island.

With excruciating effort, Geonhak lifted himself up and tore off a piece of his cloth pants, ignoring the quivering of his arm and tying a makeshift tourniquet so tight that Geonhak's head buzzed after it was all over. He sat in the sand, knees to his chest and tears down his cheeks and breaths like squeaks of mice, and waited. Waited for a fisherman or a townsperson to stumble upon him, waited for a sliver of gentle sunlight, waited for the sound of distant thunder to pass so his legs could stop shaking for him to walk.

The past several minutes were the most hollow

Geonhak has ever felt. He has no idea where he is, the remaining morsels of determination drained from him like the blood now trickling down his arm, he has no one to ask for help, because who would come to a rocky shoreline on the brink of a thunderstorm, and he was shivering - whether from the hole in his arm, or the saltwater Geonhak's clothes were soaked in, he couldn't decipher between the two.

He felt defeated, lonely, withered, and oh so terrified that when he heard the sweet melody of a woman's voice, Geonhak didn't hesitate to scramble onto his feet and sprint toward the song.

Geonhak slammed into a wall of jagged rock and craned his neck to see past them. After hobbling around the shoreline, the soggy man concluded that the beautiful, almost alluring song was coming from across a barrier of fierce, pointed beach rock.

With trembling legs and the softest of touches - because the tourniquet was now stained completely red and his tricep now streaked with crimson - Geonhak stepped atop a slippery rock and peered through the spires.

Through a thin sheet of drizzle, Geonhak saw more angular rocks, each with its own sheen of diamonds, carpeting a small coast and conjoining beach. The air across the wall seem lighter, almost fresher, and definitely clearer, for the water glistened brighter, and sand appeared softer, and the person draped across the flats of rocks shone like a pearl in an oyster.

The person - Geonhak didn't know what to call them, since they had the voice of a woman, but the physique of a man - sang a tune Geonhak didn't recognize, however that was the least of his worries, for the medley was the only reason he was able to see this beauty. Their hair curled into ringlets of springy mahogany, coupled with pearly shells and stripes of shimmering seaweed; their chest was shrouded in a fine, opaque material as if they were displaying their muscles for painters to observe, like a marble sculpture carved from talented hands. Their spindly legs were curtained by silk, and Geonhak swore he saw flayed skin at their heels, but with his vision rocking in and out of focus at a nauseating rhythm, he no longer had faith in his eyes. Their porcelain body shone with a faint glow, almost like a beacon of warmth and safety and care, something Geonhak so desperately longed for; and as the man - blinded by a sort of wild desire for comfort - climbed over the rocks and sunk his feet into the pillowy sand, the person turned just in time to see Geonhak drop to his knees.

Even through the overwhelming dizziness and intense nausea that tore through Geonhak's body, he was still able to take in the art that was the being's face, since Geonhak was convinced no one from this realm looked as they did.

They had a forehead of polished marble, eyes of blown glass, a nose carved from the Gods, cheeks like summer clouds, and lips made of rose petals and spring water. Eyelashes like chaste kisses fluttered their eyes closed, and diamonds like dew droplets littered their face. Copper spirals sprung free from their sea-shelled homes and graced the skin of their forehead like summer shade, their eyebrows like strips of honed bronze.

Geonhak felt like he was falling before he landed in the hands of this beauty. He was lost and frightened, like a kitten amid the bustle of city life. Everywhere he looked his surroundings rushed past him with complete disregard for the injured man: the wind wiped and whistled a death song, the clouds above rumbled a dark chuckle, their ash color as menacing as the glares the razor-sharp rocks gave him from their perch along the beach, the trees whispered with sweet malice, like a poison berry dipped in sugar.

Geonhak was so petrified that when the person gave him the slightest notion of comfort, the smallest glance of warmth, Geonhak stopped, fell into their arms, and wept.

"Shh, there-there. You're safe now, my sweet pearl." They caressed Geonhak's cheek so lightly it felt like a fleeting kiss, and the man yearned for affection of any kind, so he leaned towards the being, getting as close as his forehead to their chest before another gut-wrenching sob wracked his body.

"Please don't leave me," Geonhak managed to sputter through gulps of humid air. This daze he was trapped in felt too surreal to be reality, so he unwound himself, let himself fall into the mysterious yet oh-so-intoxicating delirium, allowed himself to get drunk off the spell he was under.

"How could I ever leave someone like you here?"

Their voice was like crisp church bells. Geonhak felt a slender finger curl under his chin and bring it up to face the being; he held back a gasp and a whimper.

"You're too beautiful to leave behind."

Geonhak felt his mind cloud, the corners of his eye fade out into a milky fog, the throbbing along his arm melt into the rhythm of his heart. It was all too much for Geonhak that all his body could do was spill tears and drip blood and continue gawking at the wonder in front of him. However, in the deepest recesses of his mind, the ones that were shrouded so thickly by the rose-colored fog, there was a dull ring that faded as quickly as the dribble of spit that knifed down his chin.

Just as Geonhak was going to lift his arm to push away, the being trailed its soft fingers up his injured arm; he felt his arm convulse - whether out of pain or anticipation, he didn't know - yet the pleasing feeling of velvety tendrils ghosting up his arm sent rivers of tears down Geonhak's cheeks.

"Say, what happened here? I can't have my beauties tainted."

The perfectly cylindrical fingers came into view stained crimson. The cloth was now heavy with blood, and through his haze, Geonhak was able to mouth 'boat sunk'. The being before him seemed to jolt with worry and horror, bringing the man closer so that one arm was gently circling his waist.

The man visibly fell deeper into his rose-curtained well. All his senses were drowned out and completely focused on the being holding Geonhak. Nothing mattered anymore; his helplessness was replaced by warmth and pleasure and love - Yes, Geonhak loved the being before him. He saved Geonhak's life, they plucked him from the jaws of death and laid him upon a silk bed of rose petals. They nurtured him and listened to him and cared for him when no one else did; they showed him kindness and beauty and protection from a world of destruction, hatred, and death.

The marble fingers danced before Geonhak's eyes, twirling and spinning in shimmering light that when the being brought them to their mouth, Geonhak didn't register the cleaned fingers and spiked teeth until a pain so unbearable clutched him it dissolved the dream.

Geonhak fell to the sand as the being climbed on top of his writhing body to hold it in place. All the man could see were stars; the being had snaked its finger into his gash and taken hold of the bone, gripping it so hard and tight that Geonhak was sure it would snap. He lurched as if he was going to vomit, but the being clamped his cheeks together and wrenched his head up.

The once heavenly beauty morphed into a scaly creature with fins that flayed translucent skin, its arms and legs adorned with webbed flaps, mouth lined with knife-like teeth, and eyes that shone gold and reflected animalistic need.

"You tasted so good, my beauty," The creature hissed, and Geonhak dry-heaved again, only to be thrown to the sand and dragged toward the hungry waves.

Through surges of powerful nausea, flashes of ice and flame, and an unsatiable ocean lapping at his body, Geonhak knew this was his end. He knew of the tales of mythical creatures lurking the beaches for washed sailors, and he knew he would be another tally on their victim board, yet he wasn't scared.

Geonhak was miserable that he wouldn't be able to feel that rose-colored dream ever again, to experience the comfort, the warmth, the affection, the adoration, the pleasure, and the madness that the siren spelled him with. Call him a dishonorable man for thinking of illusion when seconds away from death, but Geonhak would rather have died seeing and breathing heaven than enduring hell twice.

And Geonhak was swept into sea by a siren all too beautiful for this world, not longing for the unexplored, but content with the delirium indulged.

…..HI

yes i cross-posted this from my wattpad again, with some revision ofc!!

i want yall to guess who the siren is, becuz i was gonna put it in the short, buuuuuut i didnt 😼

[adamichaelangelo]

Special Album [Dear.M] ♦️SCHEDULE PLAN ♦️ 2025.01.14 6PM (KST) RELEASE ✔️

[jinisspace]

ᎷᏗᏕᏖᏋᏒᏝᎥᏕᏖ

ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ʙʟᴏɢ'ꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴘɪɴɴᴇᴅ ᴘᴏꜱᴛ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ꜰɪɴᴅ ʜᴇʀᴇ. ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ ꜰᴀɴꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴀꜱ ɪ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴜɴɪᴛɪᴇꜱ :ᴅ

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[faceglitchsworld]

UH OH UH OH SENPAI NOTICED ME

[eggslovenc]

Hello! I'm NC, and this is my album + various collection blog! I only buy what albums I want, so I'm missing a few albums 😅 I'm also a kpop multistan. Anyways take a look around and enjoy~

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Groups I stan + bias/bias wrecker:

Blackpink: Jisoo + Jennie

monsta x: Kihyun + Joohoney

ateez: Seonghwa + Mingi

oneus: Seoho + Keonhee

sf9: Rowoon + Zuho

P1harmony: Jiung + Theo

fromis_9: Jisun + Gyuri

txt: Yeonjun + Taehyun

itzy: Lia + Yeji

iz*one: Chaeyeon + Sakura

Aespa: Karina + Ningning

Justb: Siwoo + Bain

JO1: Ren

Psychic Fever: Kokoro

Polarix: Shao Zi Heng

Lee chaeyeon (soloist)

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