#seojuns pov

[jina-juhi]

Birthday.

~Kim Namjoon x female reader.

Playlist for this vibe~

• Birthday by Ten.

• make me feel by Elvis drew.

• bad drugs by King Kavalier.

• codeine by solv

• dangerous hands by Austin Giorgio.

• your body by Jimmy brown, Rovv.

Authors note :- Hey guys this is jina, introducing @covertlydark, she's my friend and from now on we both will post our content on this page. hope y'all enjoy

• Reader's pov •

"Okay, This one?" my husband asks the same thing maybe for the sixth time for the night, his voice flat and heavy.

"Noo, we'll watch this some other day. I'm not feeling it right now." My voice lowered on its own at the end of my response when I heard his exhausted sigh. But he still manages to be patient with me.

"This one? This better be the one."

"Nope. Already watched this one."

"Without me?" He raises his eyebrows at me.

"Namjoon, we watched it together." I deadpan.

He scratches his head. "Oh yeah, right. I have an idea, you stay here to get ready, and decide which one you wanna watch while I prepare the table for us, the food is here and the cake is already waiting in the fridge."

"Okay." I smile at him and at the way his brain makes quick decisions and plans, a major contrast to my indecisiveness. He mirrors a smile and his lips brush against my cheeks and give me a quick kiss.

I bury my face in between his neck and shoulder, inhaling his fresh scent of soap and shade of spice and musk. My favorite combination. His mouth touches my bare shoulder and I can feel the curve in his lips against it.

"Go wash up, birthday girl." his husky voice and hot breath fell on my skin leaving a thrill in my spine.

"Be quick or I'll eat the cake myself!" he got up and sang on his way out of the bedroom. I shake my head at his goofiness and stretch my arms on the empty bed, squealing in content.

I hop into the shower and try my best with a little time in my hands. The insta-routine with all that exfoliating and shaving always takes a toll on a girl.

I hear the ringing on my phone after I'm dressed, Seojun's name on my screen, a friend who is also my senior colleague. A frown grew between my eyebrows because one thing that Seojun surely does not do is call after working hours.

I answer while I mindlessly flatten my black flowy dress and fiddle with my necklace, Namjoon gave me last night. It is the prettiest piece of jewelry I ever owned. He slipped it around my neck while I slept in his arms last night and I woke up with a shiny turquoise stone sitting on my chest.

"Happy birthday!" a scream drills my ears from the other side of the line and then an apology, not for me but for a really angry lady. I laugh at her carelessness. "Thank you for the wish, not for the hearing aid bill."

"Oh come on. Why didn't you tell me it's your birthday? I thought you were on leave because you were going somewhere. Jin told me with a cocky-ass grin on his face. I wanted to know it from you not him..." I tune out her blabbering.

I exhale a breath annoyed at the fact that I specifically warned him not to tell anyone. But it's too late now I think he went around the office with a banner of that information because I could hear my notification box exploding.

I don't like it when too many people know about my birthday. It gets overwhelming with all the wishes and responding to everyone with an equal amount of emotion so that the person wishing me does not think I am not grateful or something. I am. I really am, the thing is I don't know how to react to them.

My excitement for my birthday is as same as my excitement for hugging a porcupine. It is just a normal day for me, not for my husband. He is filling the gaps in my lacking enthusiasm because he has got tons of it.

"...and then you know what he told me? He told me that I am not that important to you!? the man really got some nerves to say that on my face. I swear-"

"Okay okay! Calm down. You can discuss him some other time." I huff.

She scoffs and then grumbles, "no one wants to discuss him. Well anyways, I'll be out of your hair. You must be getting ready to go out, right?" exciting curiosity enters her voice. "I mean of course you are. You are THE party girl after all. Wear something sexy, that husband of yours will fall for you all over again..."

Wow, sometimes I forget about how much she talks.

"Seojun, we're not going out. We are just celebrating at home. I wanted to keep it small and simple." I cut in between her chattering.

"Oh." she was speechless after the 'oh'. I know she tried her best to make it sound less pitiful but well she failed. Yes, I've always been the party girl but I guess people change.

I didn't want to go through all that hassle of going out and posting pictures just because I am supposed to do so. I'll do all that when it feels right and when I'm in the mood to go to some fancy restaurant.

"Okay. Well, enjoy your evening. Happy Birthday again." The call ends after I thank her and assure her to call later.

Maybe I'm feeling this because I'm not in my twenties anymore. Am I getting boring? The past-me would be so disappointed, in her eyes, the present-me is lame and boring. If anyone hears this in the office maybe they'll think the same.

You are not fun anymore.

My subconscious screams. I should not have forced Namjoon to stay in today I should have listened to him. What if he thinks-

"Y/N!" I hear his voice anchoring me to earth. "I called your name three times. You okay?" he looks at me with concern but I mask my face with a smile.

"Yes. Just thinking...which one of these should I wear?" I hold up two pairs of earrings while he closed the distance between us in just two long strides.

He changed into a black shirt- with sleeves folded, shriveled up to his elbows- and black pants, looking handsome as ever even in something so simple like this. His hair was perfectly set, not blocking the view of his gorgeous face. He always leaves me mesmerized.

He wraps strong arms around my waist and tugs me closer to him, and uncountable butterflies escape dancing in my stomach. Even after five years of our marriage, he pulls out that effect on me that I know would be the same forever. Every touch, every kiss is like a first. Better than the first.

"The gold ones." his full lips touch my forehead reaping my tiny smile. "Now tell me what is really going on inside this head." he kisses the same spot again.

I sigh against his chest. "How do you always know?" I squint my eyes at him earning his soft laugh.

"Always." he simply shrugs.

He waits patiently for me while I contemplate what to say. "Am I getting boring or... lame?" the question sitting on the tip of my tongue finally made it to my lips.

He frowns and searches for my eyes but I settle them on his chest, and so do my palms. "What makes you think that?" his deep voice pins me with a question. I shrug to lighten the mood, "Nothing it's just the birthday blues hitting me. You know how I was, I used to be the girl who looked forward to going all out and having fun on birthdays. And now... I just don't feel that way."

I finally look him in the eyes and he looks at me with his soft ones with an understanding look. "Now I absolutely feel like I'm getting old." I chuckle lightly.

"Hey... you are not lame or boring. We still go out and have fun when we feel like it. Sometimes I feel the same way, to stay at home and have a good quality evening, just the two of us. That does not mean we are boring people. It simply means we can enjoy ourselves no matter what age we are or the setting is. We are just normal people in our thirties, having fun together in our own way." he finishes with a firm steady voice making me believe every word he said and cherish it, tattooed on my heart.

"Normal people," I whisper out repeating it in my head with a smile. My chest balloons with emotions. He makes me look at things from different perspectives. Good perspectives. He is the anchor of my ship in the vast sea and I will forever be grateful to him.

Now both of us smile. A real one with no masks. He hugs me tightly, healing every tiniest crack in my soul.

"Also," he moves his nose and traces along my neck to my ear. His hot breath rushes on my skin making me twitch with giddiness. "...I don't think boring people do things we do in bed or... kitchen or bathroom. Especially not the ones we did last night and this morning."

My breath gets caught. Eyes wide and lips parted at his low tone. My head replaying what he just reminded me. White silk sheets, whispered promises, his heavy breaths and grunts, his hands tracing the goosebumps of my skin, his tongue on my—

Heat rushes to the south of my body and my face. He breaks the hug to have a good look at my face and fucking laughs at my state.

I suppress my smile and slap on his buff chest. "Now if you are done thinking about obscene things then let's go I have something to show you." he covers my eyes and starts guiding me through the hallway.

"Nomjoon I don't think covering my eyes is necessary."

"Shh. Ofcourse it is. Just walk." We enter and stop in I suppose the living room.

"Okay now, ready?" He finally says.

"Yes!"

He removes his hand and back hugs me while I open my eyes taking in the view of the living room. I gasp at the beautiful set-up he arranged, a canopy decorated with tiny fairy lights and cushions scattered under it and my favorite duvet.

He set the dinner table with plates and my favorite food, a bottle of red wine and glasses sitting next to them. Bunch of scented candles here and there, radiating warmth and light in the darkest of corners just like he fills my life, my soul, with his presence.

"Happy birthday, baby."

The pressure builds behind my eyes and in my throat constricting my words. I blink a few times to drive out the moisture in my eyes.

He settles his chin on my shoulder maybe waiting for me to say something but I'm speechless at his gesture.

"You like it?"

Like? "I love it, Namjoon. All this... It's so beautiful." my voice shakes with emotions.

"Thank you. So much. This is perfect." he turns me towards him, "glad you love it."

I lace my hands on his neck, raise on my tip-toes to make up for our height difference, and lock my lips with his soft ones. He sucks in a breath and yanks me flushed against him to deepen the kiss. His sweet taste invade my tongue.

Namjoon groans, and his hand fist the locks of my hair. His lips glide on mine and our chests glued to each other running out of oxygen. He brushes his lips against mine one last time. Breaking the kiss before it gets heated and we end up in the bed like always.

"I love you," I say in a daze.

"I love you." He says back his eyes gleaming in the candlelight and his face glowing with a golden tint. He is fucking perfect. He completes me. Every crevice in my life. We complete each other.

We sat at the table for our evening candlelight dinner. He opened the wine bottle with the cork opener and poured the content, an action that had no right to be that sexy.

"Enjoying the show?" he raises an eyebrow at me.

I hide my smile behind the glass. "Hmm, maybe." I sip the rich red liquid while soaking in the hard work he put into all this. "How did you do all this on your own? How long was I in there, four hours?"

He rasps out a laugh. "One hour. You were in there for one hour, thank god i completed it way before you walking in on me trying really hard to figure out how the hell am i supposed to hang that thing." He gestures towards the dreamy canopy. I would have loved watching him do that.

"Do you know what the most shocking part is? I didn't break anything today." He jokes. "Wow, that's a new record. I'm impressed, Mr. Kim." Our chatter and laughter mingles with the cozy air around us. We finish off what I call, the best meal I had in a long time. He sang me the birthday song while I cut the cake, his goofy playful side returning to him.

These are the little moments I treasure the most in our relationship. No grand gestures, no phones, no office talk, just us. I'll never be tired of this. Of him.

We settle ourselves under the canopy net after dinner. He brought his laptop to watch some k-drama or a movie. "Decided what you want to watch?" he asks me. "Yeah. Since today is Monday I think the new episode of the one we were watching is out by now. I'm so excited to watch that only three episodes are left."

We cuddle under the duvet. I feel safest and comfortable when he cuddles up and grips his arms around my tummy.

His chest moves subtly against my back. I feel every rumble in his torso when he laughs at something comedic. I barely pay attention to the drama. I miss reading the subtitles when the main character said something important about the story. I rewind the scene, "sorry I missed what he said."

He hums and kisses on top of my head. The scene replays but I get distracted yet again when my husband ran his hand on my stomach to my hip, giving it a squeeze before resting it there.

Well, this was not the first time. It is almost normal now. Almost, because every time he gets my mind fogged up.

I replay the scene again this time without saying anything and he too stays quiet. His hand grazes the texture of my dress, resting right on the curve of my thigh.

My mind is blank. Laser focused on his touch. And for the third time, I watch the same thing.

Great. Fucking great. I can't even read the damn subtitles.

"Can't read the subtitles, honey?" he reads my thought in a subtle mocking tone above my ear and my chest tightens.

"He is... talking too fast it's impossible to read that much within seconds." I justify after clicking pause on the screen. He hums in response in a way of saying, 'yeah right'. Not buying any shit. "What? unlike you, I have to pay attention to both the subtitles and the scenes."

Of course, living with him I have improved my Korean but I am not perfect at it.

He chuckles in his deep voice which always sinks into my heart, as deep as it is. "He barely said ten words." And just like that, I'm caught. Thick silence surrounds us, turning up the anticipation.

His lips skim over my neck. I am quiet but the sounds of our breathing fill the air.

He kisses the soft spot on my neck while his hand moves further to the hem of my dress. It takes him no time to find out that I'm already wet for him because I skipped wearing my underwear.

I exhale sharply when his cold fingers swipe between my folds. He groans in my neck, "Fuck. No underwear?" His voice is strained and breathy sending a shiver down my body. "There is no point in wearing one." I manage between my pants and focus back on his fingers working in the slowest circles.

"You're gonna kill me if you keep saying things like that so innocently."

I turn towards him to meet his mouth with mine. He props himself over me. His tall frame consumes my short one. His warmth radiates in the deepest of my soul, renewing it.

He takes away his fingers and I almost cry at the loss of contact. I whimper between our kisses. Namjoon kissed me the same as he fucks me, rough with a burning passion. Claiming me all over again.

"Take this off." He commands tugging on the cloth and making me sit. I collect my hair to side them and he took the hint to unzip me. He drags the zipper down taking his sweet time, his way of saying- you're not getting what you crave so easily.

In a quick slide, the dress comes off leaving me naked and at his mercy. The fact that I am completely bare before him and he is still in his clothes is so unfair and a fucking turn-on. I can feel myself dripping down. We haven't even started yet.

My eyes flicker down to his pants a huge bulge down his waist. I palm his erection and rub it until his breaths become short and fast. I fumble with the button and the zip to free him.

In a quick movement, he pins my hand above my head making me lay down on my back. The light from the fairy light makes his eyes glimmer. He stares down at me and I can feel the love he holds for me. A love without judgments and conditions.

"Today is all about you."

We exchange a smile. He peppers open mouth kisses on my chest. My heart thumps louder between my lungs. His tongue smooths over my skin offering my breasts his much-needed attention. His tongue flicks, licks, and laps on my hardened nipples making me moan, and giving me intense pleasure in every way possible. His hand made up for the other one twisting it between his fingers.

He reaches to my belly unhurriedly caressing the goosebumps. Sending a buzz of electricity in my body. Every touch, every caress is always filled with possession and lust.

He moves further down stopping just above the part of me begging for his touch. He lifts his head to look at me with a devilish glint.

"Click on the play button." He says.

"What?" I blurt out loudly, it sounds funny. I would have laughed at myself but I decide not to. His smile gets wider.

"Just do what I say, Y/N."

My heart will do anything he says if he takes my name in such a way. I click play and the scenes continue. I look back at him and raise my eyebrows at him to say something that's going on in his wicked mind. But instead of any explanation, he dips his head between my legs and I watch his tongue poke out to flick on my clit sending a jolt of electricity in me. He cursed under his breath when he watched how i reacted.

"You take your eyes off the screen, I take my tongue off of your sweet little pussy." He pins me with a playful look.

"But that isn't fair." My voice wavers.

"It... is" between his words, he licks a thick strip with his tongue from my wet entrance to the sensitive apex with a torturous slow speed and my mind staggers in response.

With hooded eyes I watch his beautiful lips curve up in a smirk as if he can see through my poor soul, what effect that action had in my mind, clear as a sky and the sun of reasoning clouded in an instant.

Well, he will always know what effect he has on me. Also, the sight of his face- with that wicked gleam in his eyes- between my legs, I can't expect anything else.

And I lay in a frenzy no longer able to decide what's fair and what isn't, all I wanted was his tongue on me for a lot longer than it just was.

He tips his head towards the laptop silently commanding me to focus my eyes on it, knowing me very well that I won't argue anymore.

I do what he said. Now, all I can feel is his tongue lapping on the sensitive skin making my whole body shudder and moan under his spell. He pushes one finger inside me. Perfect pressure against my walls. The sensation runs through me like an electric current. Heighten every nerve ending on its way.

The power of a slowly building orgasm force my head to watch what he's doing to me and when I turn, his sharp eyes are already watching me like a hawk.

He stops.

He fucking stopped. All that I was just feeling ruined like a sand castle in a wind. A useless heap of sand was all that was left.

"Need another chance, baby?" he speaks up cheekily. I am mad. Annoyed. It probably shows on my face because he rasps out a laugh looking at me. I will keep this in mind when he is at my mercy.

"Yes."

Yes is all I can say. He resumes working on my pussy after I avert my eyes to the screen barely paying attention to the story. The tip of his tongue flicks on my swollen nub and my hands clutch on the cushion for my dear life. Head trying to stay put.

Soon he adds a second finger and then a third while sucking on my clit. Speeding up and edging me towards oblivion. My breathing is harsh, familiar feeling lingering at the base of my spine.

Long gone the soft moans, and screams of pleasure left my throat. My eyes flutter close on their own.

"Eyes on me now." His voice laced with pure lust and... Oh God, the contact of his heated gaze tips me off the edge. And I come. Hard. While chanting his name and whispering how good he makes me feel. Free falling into bliss.

"That's it. Good girl." He wisphers lowly with a strained voice. My body mourns the loss of his fingers. He looks at me and licks his fingers clean, tasting me. God, this man will be the death of me.

I pant, my chest falls and rises dramatically to catch my breath. It feels like I was drowning and I just made it to the surface.

He closes the laptop with a flip. I'm still in a trance when I hear the clank of his belt. I watch him settling between my legs, opening his button and zipper to free himself from the constraint. Pushing his pants slightly down. My fingers clutched his soft hair. My heart skips a couple of beats waiting and eager for him, banging on my ribs trying to leap out.

He placed the tip of his hard cock ready to be inside me but still not giving in, making me whimper. He kisses me, burning with desire, silent permission for carrying on what we started. He pauses to look me in the eye.

"How do you want me, hm? Gentle... or do you want me to fuck you hard?"

My breath got stuck somewhere in my lungs. Without breaking the trance of his gaze, I snake my hand down to hold his cock, pushing just the tip inside me. "Fuck me. Harder." I say, earning his amused-proud smile.

He sits upright and lifts my right leg to anchor it on his broad shoulder. He pushes inside me completely, inch by inch with a steady pace. It warms my heart that even if i gave him permission to be rough with me he knows It always takes me time to adjust to his sheer size. Both of us moan because of how fucking good it makes us feel. Bodies shuttering as he finally moves once i am ready.

This time he thrusts so hard it knocks the air out of my lungs. His hand trails up my stomach to my breasts, pinching my hard sensitive nipple making me cry out his name.

"Tell me, still think the things we do are boring?" He wraps his hand around my neck with a firm delicious pressure while the other one plays with my breast.

I shake my head unable to voice out coherent words. All I can do is float in the magic he creates. I reach out for him but he is a bit far. He slows down and frees my legs and guides my arms around his neck to be closer to me. He kisses me as if it has been days without it, picking up the pace where he left off.

He is still clothed. The picture of his clothed body over my naked one doing the most intimate things is erotic to me.

Though I want to touch him. Feel him. Closer than we already are. My hands fly toward the buttons of his shirt. Undoing each one of them until my hands find their home.

His muscles ripple and his body shudders when I drag my touch slowly to the south. Feeling every curve of his criminally toned body, finally reaching his ass to feel the intensity of his thrusts. He groans out a curse.

"See what you fucking do to me? You make me so impatient, can't even wait to undress before I fuck my wife's tight pussy."

He slams inside me with immense force. I sob hearing him say these things with such ease. No holding back. His dark side resurface with teasing words laced with sin itself, pouring out of his smart intellectual mouth. It always leaves me in awe.

"Namjoon..." I can't recognize my voice as I moan his name breathlessly.

"I'm so– so close, please." Tears leave my eyes as the plea leaves my lips. His thrusts become more rough and harder. His fingers reach my clit. Firm strokes and overstimulation finally cracks through me. i surrender to the climax for the second time this evening. I lost my count for the day as our morning started early today.

"I've got you. I've always got you, baby."

My walls squeeze him tight. He grunts with every jerk. With a louder moan he finishes and empties himself inside me. I love watching him loose control, how his beautiful face twists while he gives in to the pleasure. The way his heavy breaths fall on my skin. It makes my heart swell to watch him like that. A sheen of sweat makes him sparkle. Both our bodies limp as the energy drains out along with our shattering orgasms.

He pulls out and lays beside me. He grabs a tissue and gently cleans up the hot mess we made. He always insists on doing that even after my half hearted protests.

Securing his strong arms around me he brings me closer to his heaving chest. "Tired?" He asks in a whisper while kissing lightly on my shoulder.

I weekly nod to answer. "Really? I was thinking of another round," he says and we laugh wrapped into each other, both knowing that none of us barely have the energy left to move.

"Enough orgasms for today, Mr. Kim." I mumble. I turn towards him to hug him properly. The back rubs, his breathing and the beats of his heart makes my body relax without any effort.

"So how was your birthday?" his chest vibrates with his question.

I place a kiss on his heart and with a satisfied smile I answer, "The best I ever had."

• Author's note

~ Written by @covertlydark

Hope you like it. Do tell me in the comments if this gave you butterflies lol... or you know somthin' close to it. <3

[sanaxo-o]

Yandere Members (part 2)

When they get jealous….

Y/N POV

I was in the recording studio with my vocal teacher. We both were going through some different vocal techniques for me to try when I got a call. I looked at my phone as I excused myself from there. Getting out of the room I picked up the call as it was from my manager. “Seojun oppa is something wrong??” I asked as soon as I picked up my call. “Nothings wrong Y/N but just come in the meeting room. There’s some news we got from Inkigayo.” I was confused but just told him I will be there in a few minutes. Getting inside the room I told my vocal teacher that there’s some emergency and I will have to go to the meeting room.

At the meeting room

I entered the room after knocking on the door. Getting inside I bowed as I sat beside my manager. My manager started telling me that as Soobin oppa’s contract with Inkigayo will be over soon they have been looking for some new MCs. When one of the staffs recommended me and ENHYPEN Sunghoon (Keep in mind that this is the continuation of the story but with a different group. So now TxT is the new group not ENHYPEN) I was okay with it because I always wanted to MC in a music show and I was kind of close with ENHYPEN Sunghoon so it won’t be that awkward for both of us. Both me and Sunghoon said yes to it and from tomorrow only we will start practising and everything for the special performance and all. I was kind of excited but a lot more nervous. Getting out of the meeting room I ran straight to our practice room. Where my other members were.

In the practice room

Getting inside all smiley the members looked at me with a confused gaze as I sat down beside Beomgyu oppa. “I will be the new MC for Inkigayo after Soobin oppa’s contract is over!!” I said with so much excitement while the others were also smiling. “Wah I am so proud of you but how did you get it? And when did you audition?” Yeonjun oppa asked me “Well that’s the point. I didn’t audition. A staff recommended me along side with Sunghoon oppa from ENHYPEN.” As I said Sunghoon oppa’s name they stopped smiling as they all stopped smiling before they looked at each other. “You’re gonna MC with a boy?” Beomgyu asked me as I stared at him with confusion “Of course I will be doing it with a boy. The Inkigayo MCs has always been boy and girl. Why would they change now??” I asked confused. They were back to being weird and now they will say *Y/N you can’t MC with a boy.* To me as I said Taehyun stood up as he said “Y/N you won’t MC with a boy. We won’t allow it.” He said with a serious face as I stood up and but angry at him “Why can’t I MC with a boy? It’s been like this for ages and Soobin oppa you say something! You are also a MC! You MC with Arin unnie to! Then what is wrong with me doing it with Sunghoon oppa!” I said raising my voice. It’s a good thing that the practice room is sound proof. “Y/N keep your voice low! We’re older then you!” I heard Kai say as I scoffed “I don’t get you all at all! Like instead of supporting me y’all are jealous at this small thing and that also just because I will be with a boy! And you all know him! He’s yours friend too! I don’t know why you all act like this whenever I talk with a boy or mention a boy. You either support me in this or just don’t talk about this. Because I will be doing my job as a MC whether you like it or not!” I said that as I stormed out of the practice room.

TxT POV

After Y/N’s last word she stormed out of the practice room while we all stayed quiet. We all were shocked because no matter how big of a argument there was Y/N always kept her voice low and calm around us or when talking to us. This was like the first time she raised her voice at us. We all were in our own worlds when Yeonjun spoke up “Did we go too far with our jealousy this time?” He asked quietly “I guess we did go to far. I mean we do know Sunghoon. I he won’t do something suspicious. Well I hope he doesn’t…” we heard Soobin agree with Yeonjun. “But what if he tries to take Y/N away from us! You know that we’re sane because of her! If she isn’t with us then I don’t know what I will do anymore!” Beomgyu practically screamed at us. “Beomgyu calm down for gods sake! If Hoon does try something suspicious then we won’t let it go but now what is more important is Y/N. She is probably upset with us!” Taehyun tried making Beomgyu understand. “Y/N won’t leave us,right?” We all heard Kai asking that slowly as we all looked at him “No Kai. She won’t leave us. We all will make sure she won’t now let’s go and find her. It will take some while to convince her.” Soobin answered Kai’s question as he stood up while making Kai stand up too. We all then went out of the room searching for Y/N. Getting out we asked some staffs about her whereabouts. They told us they saw her in the recording studio. Her personal one.

Y/N POV

After my outburst I just stormed out of the room and went straight to my recording studio. My own recording studio. I just sat on the chair as I played some songs to keep my mind of the things just happened. While the songs were playing in the background I just dozed of in my own world. As I was in my own world the door to the studio opened as I looked up. All five of them were coming in one by one as I signed “Look if you’re here to tell me again about how I should not be the MC then I don’t want to discuss about it. You can leave.” I said that as I put on my headphones again but before I could fully put them on I heard Yeonjun speaking “No…no Y/N we’re actually here to apologise. It was really immature of us to say that. You can MC.” I turned my chair around “Wait are you serious??? So you all agreed??? I mean even if you didn’t I was going to do that but it still feels great when I know I have your support.” I said that as I hugged Yeonjun oppa the others joining in the hug one by one.

TxT POV

*In Their minds* Y/N we didn’t want you to do this but it’s all because we want to see you happy. You’re the one who keeps us sane. You’re ours even tho you don’t know that!

[seonbaggirl]

yeah yeah I get it

the kiss is incredible, I know it, you know it, don't show this to yooha

but jiwoo, the crackhead you are, don't you dare to play with seojun's feelings

like wtf I was waiting for his pov and here he is being all hurt pushing sj away pretending he doesn't care and then kissing him just because he wanted to

I bet sj's been wanting to kiss and slap jw hundreds of times for now nevertheless he didn't do anything

[incandescentflower]

I just got done with TMS2 and I honestly loved it. I am likely in the minority but I don’t really need a story to have perfect communication or resolution in order for me to feel it’s a masterpiece. After all life is very unpredictable and a rollercoaster. The way things played out with Seojun and Jiwoo felt very real. Was it perfect? Perhaps not. But I think it was wonderful and the chemistry between Woohyeon and Kangmin is unparalleled in my eyes.

Hey anon, I am assuming this is in response to me saying I thought the resolution was too fast for me? I definitely haven't told anyone they shouldn't love it. And in fact, most people I have seen have absolutely loved it. And I understand why. I don't disagree on the points that everyone loved. It is incredibly well done with the acting and directing. I think Kangmin and Woohyeon have insane chemistry and are so. good. at acting and especially these characters.

But I also think that you are right, life isn't neat. And it was a narrative choice to spend more time on the angst part and less time on the working on their relationship part. I think it was harder for me to step back from Seojoon's pain because we were in his pov for longer. And I think forgiveness and loving someone is a choice that people have to make day after day. And my preference would be more to see that. But I don't think that feeling is incongruent with what we saw, it just isn't where the story focused.

Not that you asked, but you did come here and tell me how you felt, so I figured I should clarify how I felt.

[dreamingsushi]

Blue Birthday - Episode 12

Someday, I will finish this drama, I promise. It will happen, hopefully soon. I’m really bad at being consistent to this blog, somehow I just don’t watch as many drama as I used to in the past. Life got busy, but I want to get back at it whenever I can and hopefully these recaps are of any use to someone. Well, at least they’re fun for me. I have no idea where we were at last time, so let’s just jump right in and see if the sister really is the culprit and if we’ll save the boy. Once again, I forgot every character’s name :D

Oh yeeeah, I remember now. They found the camera, which was taken by one of the gang and it shows Sujin (I believe Harin’s friend) getting in after the other boy. But it’s only her back, so in my opinion, it could totally be someone else wearing her clothe and copying her hairstyle. MISUNDERSTANDING INCOMING! That’s for sure! More drama, we happier. I was thinking they would be a little more subtle about it though, but they actually all gang up against her because the person in the video is wearing the same hairpin she wears everyday, except for Euiyoung when she can’t explain where she was very clearly. She leaves. I mean, I would be pretty hurt myself if my friends accused me of being a murderer.

Oh wow, poor her can’t get a break. As they leave school, the police comes to take Sujin away. Screen of big sister seeing everything. It’s going to run in circles from now on... What a shame, it was interesting. So she left during lunch because she needed to go to the bathroom and she was taken home by a delivery person. She can’t however remember the name of the restaurant. So of course, to help and meddle even more, Harin, feeling bad for accusing her friend, decides to look for that delivery man. Even though the police should be the ones doing it. And she’s supposed to be older than the others since she came from the future...

A call from Euiyoung makes her kind of guessed what happened. The person came from the future, took Sujin’s stuff to make it look like it was her, lured Kim Sinwoo to the art room, uploaded the video and put it back while hiding Eunsong’s watch close to it so he would find the camera. But then Eunsong wasn’t the one to find the camera, so it changed the plan. Hence Harin wants to go back to see the crime scene in case she can find something else. And then they notice the window. They go back to the video, zoom in and... OH NO! IT’S BIG SIS D: They can’t believe it at first, but it really is her. Sadness. Now can we know what her motives are? Thank you.

Obviously, they is a lot of crying, lots of sadness. Police arrest Hyemin (big sis), is it true or a foreshadowing, who knows for now.

There are still 4 episodes left. And I don’t know what to think anymore, how will it not run into circles? Maybe we get a POV from big sis as to why she wanted to kill her brother? I’m not so interested in what their lives become once Seojun is saved. At least, they’re short episodes, so it shouldn’t take too long, but still. We’ll see! See you next time!

[thuhqs]

WINTER CHAMPIONSHIP - Resultados finais.

Após uma semana árdua de competições, agradecemos aos alunos que representaram a Tanneung Halla University a um nível nacional em um campeonato de inverno entre Universidades.

Devido ao empenho dos alunos, a Universidade receberá mais patrocínio aos esportes e em breve: novos clubes esportivos surgirão por aqui. Muitas expectativas, força de vontade, ânimo, felicidade, tristeza, derrota... Tudo isso faz parte de uma competição e, para aqueles que não tiveram sua estrela brilhando, o importante é participar e mostrar sua força!

Antes que os resultados sejam dispostos, um aviso aos alunos e docentes que estão em Seul pela competição, seja assistindo ou tendo participado: o vôo de volta à Jeju parte amanhã, sábado (14/01), 08h00 e com previsão de chegada de uma hora e dez minutos. Ou seja, em torno de 09h10 estaremos em solos Jejuenses de novo.

Já adiantamos também que o time de Vôlei Masculino estará organizando um luau simples, aconchegante, com fogueira e muitos comes e bebes nesse sábado, no Centro de Conservação do Campus da THU, se iniciando às 20h00. Aguardem para maiores informações amanhã.

Confira os resultados da semana abaixo, em ordem de competição (de segunda à sexta):

Ginástica Rítmica:

🥇 Ouro - Hazel Kim (líder - THU) 🥈 Prata - Kim Hayeon (THU) 🥉 Bronze - Choi Jangmi (JNU, npc) Docente responsável: Beverly Mai.

Basquete Masculino:

Seoul Knights (SNU, npc): 🏆 Yongsin (THU): Desclassificado.

Futebol Masculino:

THU Dragons Football Club (THU): 🏆 KyungHee University Football Club (KHU, npc): Desclassificado. ❌ Docente responsável: Sakurai Minoru.

Vôlei Feminino:

Jeju Tanneung Red Dragons: Desclassificado por W.O. ❌ Gyeongsan Kyungil Majors (KIU, npc): 🏆

Cheerleading:

Dragons (THU): 🏆 Kingo (SKKU, npc): Desclassificado. ❌

Basquete Feminino:

B-Ball Dragons (THU): 🏆 GU Blueminx (GU, npc): Desclassificado. ❌

Natação:

Feminino: 🥇 Yoon Hayoung (GU, npc) 🥈Hwang "Summer" Ahri (THU) 🥉 Kim Seola (JNU, npc)

Masculino:

🥇 Aizawa Yuto (SKKU, npc) 🥈 Lee Sanha (CNUE, npc) 🥉 Cha Hyunseong (KIU, npc)

Kang Seowon (THU) e Hwa Jiyong (THU) foram desclassificados por W.O. ❌

eSports:

SmokeZ (YSU, npc): 🏆 G.NIUS (THU): Desclassificado. ❌

Taekwondo:

🥇 Ryu Siwan (THU) 🥈 Park Seojun (JNU, npc) 🥉 Wang Jing (CNU, npc)

Volei Masculino:

Hallakyuu Dragons (THU): 🏆 Chuncheon Skywalkers (CNUE, npc): Desclassificado. ❌

NOTAS OOC:

Ufa, essa semana acabou, atletas da THU! Esperamos que tenham se divertido e interagido muito em grupos e clubes.

Aos que foram desclassificados como W.O, foram clubes ou personagens que não deram um parecer sobre o evento.

Alguns personagens participaram, mas pediram unfollow durante a semana. Não os retiramos da lista, porque afinal de contas, participaram e mereceram estar ali.

Como dissemos, a moderação não teve influência alguma nos resultados finais. Cada personagem ou time fez seu jogo e nos repassou como gostaria de obter a forma de resultados. Alguns optaram por narração, outros por POV, sorteio, outros, ainda, avisaram que gostariam que o time fosse desclassificado.

Nós adoramos ver esse evento acontecendo, porque como dissemos nessa ask, não vimos ninguém sendo overpower. Vimos muito desenvolvimento real. Vocês estão de parabéns. Obrigada pela participação!

Amanhã, terá discord com o luau e postaremos maiores informações. Pedimos perdão por não ter tudo preparado hoje, mas ficaria muita coisa acontecendo no mesmo dia: aceitação, narração de jogos, resultados finais e anúncio de evento, juntando tudo isso com as nossas obrigações OOC... Seria impossível.

No mais, agradecemos também aos personagens que entraram no meio desse eventaço e decidiram participar de tudo.

Qualquer dúvida, entrem em contato! Aguardem os novos esportes e o luau de amanhã.

[sweetestlamb]

Fever Dream

Summary: Seojun's perspective on that kiss that broke his brain. Header by the ever talented @ewolfwitchwisegirl. 

He doesn't know how he'll be about to contain his tumultuous desires now, not when he knows how she tastes after she's been crying and how her soft body feels molded against his on the solid wall, the hard surface gratuitously keeping him from dissolving into a puddle of goo on the floor. He can feel the vague shape of her breast pressing into his chest and that's enough to make his thoughts stutter, short circuit, fracture and then reboot.

She was supposed to just be teasing, that glint in her eyes was meant to be a promise for another day.

Kissing Kang Sujin, that was a fever dream that he woke up from too many times to count with the ghost of her lips on his and her debilitating moans still washing over his sliver of self control. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he wanted her, in less than innocent ways at least to himself. Informing her was something different altogether because it was clear that she was inexperienced, she was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen but he knew that she'd never shared herself with anyone else before.

Not before him, and what had he even done to be this lucky? He wasn't sure but he had no intention of stopping to find out.

So he lets her intrude on his space knowing that she won't cross the invisible line they've drawn, hugs are becoming more accepted as are kisses in certain places- cheeks, brows, chins- but never the lips, that is uncharted waters for them and he's nervous about being her potential first kiss. His first had been at a party and he'd barely sat down before they were spinning a bottle and a girl he'd only spoken to twice was leaning over and sloppily devouring his mouth.

He had been disgusted in the moment, feeling violated but everyone's cheers made him feel as if his feelings aren't valid, boys were slapping him heartily on the shoulder congratulating him on kissing the hottest girl at school and he pushed down the nausea he felt at having his first kiss stolen, grinning and showboating even though he just wanted to wash his mouth out with soap.

First kisses are special, an awakening of passion and shifting of innocence- the two meeting and transforming into something new.

The press of soft slightly strawberry scented lips- the last remnants of her lipgloss- on his own chapped mouth plunges him into a blistering cold vacuum and his body can do nothing but be, swimming in a submerging bubble of unawareness.

It's so delicate that he barely believes that it's happening, surely he fell asleep after school before going to work and he's in his bedroom right now ignoring the sounds of his blaring alarm much to his dismay.

This can't be real.

He stiffens harder when she tilts her head to the side slotting their lips together, hers opening the barest amount and he's still lost in a daze because it feels so real, her skin is warm and smooth and her hair smells like fresh cut flowers and those adorable full cheeks are flushed against his skin and how can a figment of his imagination be this vivid?

Then it's over and he feels light-headed, his body floating like dandelions blown apart in the wind, every part of him reeling and trying to come back down to earth.

He can vaguely hear words through the roaring in his ears and when his eyes heavily slide open she's all motion, a sweep of red along those round cheeks and he reads her rapidly moving lips not trusting his ears to accurately decipher her words.

I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

That ultimately knocks him off his cloud and he finally looks at her- even if it's a dream he desperately needs it to happen again, several times, still feeling the distant sensation of her skin on his and clarity rings through the fog in his mind piercing through his thoughts like the beams from a lighthouse until he can see clearly, this wasn't a dream or a fantasy.

Terrified to let this moment slip through his fingers, he tightens the digits on her thin back dragging her closer and speaking despite his throat feeling like it's made entirely of sandpaper, "Don't apologize you short circuited my brain, come here."

He's always devastatingly honest with her because he can see the way that doubt looms behind those eyes, he plans to hold on to her tighter too now that he knows she wants this, wants him.

Kissing her is liberating because immediately it's messy and uncoordinated and he can feel her lips spreading into a smile and a chuckle escapes his lungs, there's no pressure to be perfect or to be something sexy and mature that they haven't mastered yet. When he breaks the kiss to smother her in pecks, his heart blooms at the melodic giggle he's rewarded with. This is enough.

So he tells himself prepared to draw back and slip back into the innocent touches they're more used to.

That's why he's unprepared for her to grab his face and tug him closer, back into a kiss but the mood has changed now there's a static charge that hadn't manifested before that is now thick in the particles between them. He struggles not to freeze, hands splayed easily across the slim expanse of her body- she feels so slight and fragile in his arms and he squeezes her harder comforted by the strength he feels in her bones.

She won't break.

She keeps twisting and turning and he's docile in her exploration, no sudden movements lest he break the fragility of this moment.

He's shocked when she growls and pulls away harshly, his lips are still puckered up at her sudden removal.

"What are you doing?" Her annoyance is detectable despite the breathless tone and it makes his body squirm, he's too aware of how close they are right now.

He blinks, "What?"

He doesn't know what's wrong but the scowl on her face tells him that he's going to find out.

"Don't you want to kiss me?"

He blinks again. Then swallows, hard.

Wasn't that abundantly evident? He was trying everything in his power not to overwhelm her with how badly he wants to kiss her, lick into her mouth and taste her tongue, become a flavor on her taste buds and hear the pretty sounds she makes as they succumb to temptation.

"Is this a trick question?"

She peers up at him with narrowed eyes, her lips a distracting plush pink.

"You aren't kissing back, you're just letting me kiss you. I thought you would be an expert." She shifts slightly glancing away from him, a tight line in her jaw.

He preens, internally.

"Why would you think that?" He has an idea but he wants to hear her say it, to see that flush on her pretty face.

She glares at him but it's lacking the usual fire, it makes his body simmer instead of burn.

"This isn't your first kiss, according to the bathroom walls you've kissed twenty-five girls at school and a few guys."

She states this information in a matter of fact tone but he can see the tightness in her face, he smooths his hands up and down her back in languid strokes.

"Don't believe anything you read on those walls. In our bathroom it says that you only kiss older boys, is that true?" He just means to tease her a little but she shifts coyly this time, he watches entranced as she rubs her index finger across her pouty bottom lip. He forgets what question he asked.

"Is that why you're not kissing back? Should I go find someone older?"

He's not stupid he knows exactly what she's doing, but knowing doesn't stop him from reacting or falling into the obvious trap, he knows that he needs to work on his impulse control but the thought of her kissing anyone else makes him want to punch a wall until his knuckles are sore.

"Shut up." It's not the best retort but it makes the coy smile on her face slide off and her eyes widen at his tone, the shock only lasts for a second-lighting fast before she stands taller, somehow towering over him while being inches shorter the oxymoron that she is.

"Why don't you make me?"

It's a clear challenge and he contemplates being the bigger person and not rising to her bait, maybe it's time for some maturity and thoughtfulness.

Her groin bumps into his as she presses harder against him and that small movement chucks his restraint out the window, hurling it down to the pavement. He grabs the back of her skull, his hand big enough to cover her whole head and without hesitation he slams into her, heady when she gasps giving him the perfect opportunity to slide his tongue into her mouth and get his first taste of her, no longer holding back unable to even attempt.

Her tongue is still in her mouth and he gently coaxes her into moving with him, curling around the nimble muscle and drawing her back into his moist cavern she follows him and it's awkward at first, their rhythm is off- too fast, too slow but then they get it right after numerous failed attempts and she melts into him, her blunt nails scratching at the column of his neck and he hisses at the prickling sensation letting out a grunt of his own.

They kiss long and deep, swallowing each drop of each other and then soft and chaste recovering from the lack of oxygen making it to their brains, she keeps making these delicious little sounds and when he brushes against the nape of her neck she bows into him boneless and he stores that away in a vault in his mind.

He doesn't know who makes the first move but their hips start to move together, chasing something unknown.

They are undulating against each other on the wall and he prays that nobody comes because everything feels too good and he might implode if they have to stop. He almost whines when she breaks away, the loud pop of their lips separating making his head ring.

"You're too good at this. Did you really kiss that many girls?"

He stares at her, glowering at him after her biting accusation and he can't help the laughter that swells in his lungs, grunting when she punches him in his stomach.

"If all that practice made me so good then shouldn't you be happy? You get the benefits."

She pushes him away, staring hard before walking away briskly, her short skirt momentarily distracts him with it's flouting movements.

He takes a moment to recover, adjusting himself discretely before he chases after her throwing his arms over her shoulder and smirking when she folds too easily into his embrace.

"Let me go." He raises an eyebrow as she moves closer to him contrary to her demand.

"No. Where are you going?"

She huffs before looking over her shoulder.

"To get more practice too."

Her words crash over him and instantly he pushes her into the wall unleashing an onslaught of tickles on her sensitive skin, she squeals and tries to escape his attack but he has her right where he wants her.

"Take it back!" He shouts digging his fingers into her sides listening to the staccato hiccups of her full belly chortle.

There are tears streaming down her face, but she still screams, "Never!"

He wishes he could bottle this up and keep it forever.

He calls Chorong on his break, thoughts of the kiss still swirling in his mind he's bursting at the seams to share his happiness. His best friend answers on the second ring, sounds of chewing loudly blasting through the speakers.

"Ah Seojun!"

He smiles at the enthusiasm, it's nice having a friend who is always so happy to hear from him.

"We kissed." He planned on setting the story up more but the words force their way out before he can formulate a detailed retelling.

"What? Already?!" Chorong's shocked exclamation forces him to move the phone away from his ear lest he injure his precious ear drums. He brings it back when it sounds like the other boy is finished assaulting him.

"What are you taking about? We took our time." He argues, he has been waiting to kiss Sujin for weeks now thinking that this day would never come, why the hell was Chorong acting like they jumped the gun?

"Took your time? It's been one day!"

He blinks down at the phone, taking a deep breath before replying with clipped tone, "Who exactly do you think I kissed?" He impatiently waits for the incorrect answer.

Chorong sighs like he's the one acting weird and the answer is obvious, "That girl from school, the one that everyone says you're going to date."

He rolls his eyes up to ceiling taking another breath before responding, "You know I like Sujin why would I kiss some other girl?"

There's a long pause and then he hears a deep swallow and he barely moves the phone away in time before Chorong is loudly replying sounding beyond exasperated, "Well you liked Suho before and you got over him quickly! Your feelings change like the weather how am I supposed to keep up?!"

He sputters at the phone indignant, what the hell was he going on about? Liked who??

"What the hell are you talking about?!" He bellows back, slamming his fist into the counter top.

In the end, he scares away some potential customers as they're walking through the door and his boss threatens to fire him.

He doesn't care about any of it though because he knows what Kang Sujin tastes like.

[mendozaristctle]

april 06, 23h47.

seojun's point of view.

de repente achou que nem tinha como ser mais feliz quanto estava sendo. a vida devia estar sendo muito generosa colocando um lobinho encolhido em seus braços, ronronando e pedindo pelos seus toques. os dedos percorriam a coxa farta de eros por baixo dos cobertores, movendo o tecido do pijama de modo que as garras tímidas arranhavam a pele imaculada mesmo por cima do pano. deve ter feito algo bom demais na vida passada pra merecer um deus em sua cama, num quarto com no máximo trinta metros quadrados. "tem certeza..." murmurava contra a nuca quentinha, que parecia queimar ainda mais com seu toque, mas o questionamento vinha junto de uma risadinha que tripudiava diante da sensibilidade evidente do seu tutor. "vai ficar quietinho...?" colocou as presas pra fora - não que conseguisse controlá-las, arranhando a pele branca, que cheirava a shampoo e caça. o rosto inclinado para o lado era o melhor jeito de encaixar sua boca na nuca de eros, mas não o fez; ensaiou, esfregou os caninos pontudos e pressionou só o suficiente para deixar gotinhas tímidas de sangue saírem da derme sensível. queria estraçalhar aqueles músculos, mas só o pensamento soava erótico demais, proibido, um pecado delicioso.

com a maior gentileza que sua consciência conseguia assimilar diante da excitação que fazia seu ventre queimar como o inferno, seojun puxou a calça e a cueca de eros para baixo, instintivamente olhando para baixo, e mesmo no breu quase completo do quarto, ver a silhueta de curvas sinuosas fê-lo rosnar em meio a um sorriso sacana. "bonito..." riu, descendo a palma da mão na direção da bunda redondinha, apertando com vontade. abaixou as roupas o quanto podia, o suficiente para fazer com que a perna de eros ficasse levemente flexionada, levantada, e sua mão entrasse entre as coxas torneadas, tocando a vulva completamente melada; mesmo que já conhecesse eros, ali, naquele quesito, era sempre uma surpresa gostosa, e era por isso que um 'uh' risonho deixou seus lábios, ameaçando deslizar o dedo médio para dentro do ômega. "isso foi agora... ou..." rosnou mais uma vez, provocando eros e sentindo-o se desfazer em prazer novamente. "entendi..." e agora sim, penetrou não um, mas dois dedos de uma vez, enquanto a própria perna dobrada seguravava o joelho de eros no ar. só fodê-lo com os dedos já deixava um seojun quase delirante e transitando cegamente entre o humano e o lobo.

"se estica..." resmungou, sorrindo contra a nuca de eros, levantando os olhos para dar só uma olhadinha em suas reações, enquanto movia os dedos devagar. "posso...?" rebolou na direção do garoto, fazendo o pau duro como pedra tocar suas costas, já descobertas porque seojun era ansioso demais para não tocar eros por inteiro. pediu silenciosamente, para só então retirar os dedos de dentro dele e levar direto para a boca, chupando deliberadamente enquanto o ruído se misturava às respirações pesadas dos dois. dava para ouvir e sentir a movimentação de seojun atrás do corpo pequeno, puxando a cueca para baixo e deslizando pela cama para se encaixar na curva quentinha das coxas. queria chamar todos os deuses possíveis sempre que a sensação do contato direto invadia seus neurônios, fazendo tudo que é possível se ligar no corpo de seojun; mas não adiantava, o único deus possível era moon eros. "fecha..." dava pra sentir o sorriso do mais alto enquanto falava, fazendo eros abaixar a perna e prender seu pau ali. a puxadinha no rabo macio foi o suficiente para fazer um gemido contido escapar anasalado, e seu nó pulsar ali, perigosamente encaixado. esticou a mão, cobrindo gentilmente a boca do namorado, colando os lábios em sua nuca e começando a se mover dolorosa e lentamente. tinha um pingo de sanidade se esvaindo em cada gota de pré gozo exagerado que eros arrancava do jovem lobo. sussurros e murmúrios manhosos eram sua resposta para o estímulo vagaroso, e quando deu-se por conta, o gritinho atraente do menor arrancou-o do frenesi, fazendo seojun apertar a palma contra a boquinha inquieta. "shh, foi só a cabecinha." riu dolorido, "você é muito apertado..." debochou, mas tudo o que pôde fazer foi esperar, pulsando freneticamente e aguardando o relaxamento dos músculos de eros.

[crescent-yoon]

only in my lucid dreams

part 6

"hey," Seojun began with a clear of his throat as we began walking home from eating. "do you ever get these weird kind of dreams?"

i could feel his gaze on me as i tried to think of what he meant. "i mean, i sometimes dream that there's nothing to eat and i'm stuck in the zombie apocalypse?"

"that- that's not what i mean." he laughed as he pulled my wrist as a signal to stop walking. "it's more like deja vu. it's more like you've seen it in a dream and all of a sudden, there it is, happening right in front of you."

"kind of like deja vu?" i asked him, rhetorically just to try and process the question. "i suppose so. i mean, i've seen you before so many times in my dreams-"

i felt as if i should have just denied it because he had an unreadable expression on his face. i was starting to regret it until he smiled at me and pat my head gently.

"still not what i meant, y/n but that's okay." he grabbed my hand with a small chuckle before heading back into the direction of the house.

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"so anything interesting happen today?" Seojun smiled as i exited the school building and immediately held onto his hand.

"not really." i smiled back at him. "just history this, math that."

"sounds boring." he kissed my cheek and gently pulled me along with him as the walk sign on the crosswalk lit up. "i slept through most of my classes."

why did he kiss me? he's never done that before.

out of nervous habit, i had reached for my necklace only to notice that it was no longer on my neck.

"what's wrong?" he asked me as concern lit up his eyes. "you look worried."

"i must have lost my necklace when we were crossing the street."

Seojun glanced back at the crosswalk only to shift from concern to happiness.

"i see it right there." he gently pet my head. "there's still like 20 seconds on the crosswalk. i'll go get it really quick. stay here."

one of my hands reached out for my backpack strap while the other shielded my eyes from the sun so that i could see Seojun clearly.

he started to slightly jog towards me before I had noticed a car making an awfully speedy right turn towards the crosswalk. towards Seojun.

it took me a second to process what was happening but when i did i just knew that i was a second too late.

"Han Seojun!"

and then i had woken up, scared of if this was all just a dream or if this was what Seojun had been talking about earlier.

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Seojun POV

"yeah, it's because my school's annual camping trip is coming up soon so i want something pretty to confess to her." i told the woman at the jewelry counter.

why was i telling her all of this? and who was i talking about? i like someone?

"ah, i see." the woman smiled at me and pulled out a tray of necklaces from the jewelry counter. "i think that these are really the prettiest necklaces to confess to someone."

taking a glance as them all i saw a pretty crescent moon necklace that reminded me of Y/n.

"i'll take this one." i smiled at the lady and waited for her to place it nicely in a bag.

did... i like Y/n?

before i knew it, i could see myself confessing to someone.

and then, i had woken up.

i had checked the date and time on my phone. it was late and i noticed that it was around time for our school's annual camping trip.

i laid in bed just staring at the ceiling until i had heard a knock on my door.

"come in." i groaned, my voice still laced with sleepiness.

i heard the door open and glanced at it as i had seen Y/n walking in looking a bit frightened, raising my concern.

"hey, are you okay?" i sat up as you walked over, fidgeting with your hands.

"i just had a nightmare." you mumbled as you now stood at the edge of my bed, facing me. "can i sleep in here tonight?"

"of course." i gave you a sleepy smile as i slid over to the left side of my bed to make room for you.

"thank you." i heard you whisper as you slid underneath the covers, facing me. "and Seojun?"

"yeah" i asked back, looking at what i could see of your eyes in the darkness of my room, but i could definitely see sleepiness taking over you.

"i think i understood what you meant by deja vu or seeing things in dreams that seem to happen in real life." you mumbled as you unconsciously slid closer to me, freezing cold. "but what are we supposed to do about them and what do i do if you're really in danger?"

i wanted to brush it off as nonsense but it caught me offguard. you realize that these dreams aren't just a coincidence and that we're coincidence? but who was really the one in danger?

you from the debt sharks? or was it really me?

Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6

(I'm sorry that it's been taking me so long to post lately)

[irenjungf2]

lovesick club / han seojun x reader (female)

purple letters / flashback

we were born to be alone but why we are still looking for love........

another day in college, i was passing by the hallway while i was reading my notes for the next class but suddenly I got distracted because of a paper in the floor

"lovesick club! this is the perfect club if someone broke ur heart or if someone rejected you, come with us and we garantize a solution for your heart! - it was interesting but people were going to look at me like i am crazy for not getting over a breakup , so it wasn't an option.

" hey, y/n , can we meet in cafe?"

"sure jeno, tell when tho"

" at 6:30 pm, don't be late it's important"

i got excited ,maybe he was going to take me to meet his parents finally, so I put on a decent outfit and I headed to the cafe.

"hey jeno, i bought some-

he suddenly shut me and oh boy i wasn't ready for what he was going to tell me.

"i like minju and she likes me too, and we kissed a lot of times so...."

my mouth was in the floor at this point I couldn't believe that two of the people i love the most made this to me, i was trying not to cry but

" oh then fuck you lee jeno i hope you two have a happy relationship but never talk to me again bullshit"

and as if my night wasn't being a big piece of shit now it was raining what more universe?????

ugh lee jeno stupid lee jeno why you keep making my heart hurt ,it happen a year ago why I can't move on from you.

i was too into my thoughts that i didn't notice someone who was maybe 1,80 was crying while he was walking towards god knows where, but i realized too late and we ran to each other and my notes were all over the floor including the lovesick club thing.

"auch tall boy, don't cry while you walk it may cause you an accident - i said trying to make a joke which i didn't accomplish because he kept crying so I just hand him a tissue.

"thanks..." -he said and he ran without saying his name, i was curious about why he was crying but I didn't thought much about it and i headed to my class.

seojun pov:

sometimes it didn't matter how much you love someone or something if u really love it you gotta leave them be happy even if they aren't happy with you.

but why I fall for her , in what exact moment I started to care about her, why suho had to comeback, why she had to make my heart flutter, it was a feeling that doesn't wanna go out of my mind and again I was crying .

But this time I ran to some girl from college oh god why I have to be so clumsy, now that I remember i didn't help her to pick up her books from the floor , omg I'm such a shitty person,

after my crying session, suddenly i feel something in my jacket, it was a little paper that had an invitation written on..

"lovesick club! this is the perfect club if someone broke ur heart or if someone rejected you, come with us and we garantize a solution for your heart! - a club for heartbrokens, but it would be pathetic to go and tell everybody that i cry about a girl and we were never a couple and obviously they would laugh at me, no???

ugh I don't wanna think about love anymore but I can't stop thinking about what would happen if jugkyung and i had something like a couple would I be happy - obviously I would be happy but she is dating suho now, not me , i had to stop thinking about her and what would happen if...

obviously based in lovesick girls by blackpink should I make a part two ???

[retvenkos]

ahhh okok— i have to say, i am team suho for ju kyung, buut that doesn’t stop me from absolutely adoring seojun ( i like to say that he is for the viewers ). i actually prefer the show over the comic! i feel like it stays more true to its original theme and the overall development in the story is *chef’s kiss*

nonetheless, the comic still holds a place in my heart as it is just so fun despite its flaws and its so easy to be drawn in. my quarrel with it tho is it just drags on so long 😭 ( doesn’t stop me from reading it tho as im too far into the hole lol )

nixie, all of your opinions are so valid!!!!!!!! i am team suho in the comic (the way his growth is sO. IMPORTANT TO ME), but for the show i'm team seojun despite knowing how it's all going to end, and for sO! MANY! REASONS! (which you know i'm going to get into under the cut,,,,) i mean,,, how can you not be team seojun when he’s doing that!!!!! when he’s singing that!!!!!!!! when he’s looking at jugyeong like that!!!!!!!

and yes, i agree that the show handles a lot of the overarching themes better (esp. the like,,,, bullying, and the antagonism between suho and seojun over seyeon, etc.) and i think it's in a large part due to the fact that the story is more strapped for time, and so they're forced to bring up Important Plot Points sooner than in the comic. the show also benefits from a lot of Knowledge in that, at times, the comic adds flashbacks that come out of left field with little ceremony or buildup. The show, however, is pretty up to date with character backgrounds, and so they're able to flesh out characters a little more maturely, often with that backstory in mind. i also think the show worked wonders when it brought in additional characters like jugyeong's dad (!!!!!! he was sorely missing from the comic and his every appearance brings me joy.), as well as amalgamated 2+ characters into one for ease of storytelling - yoo tae-hoon as both lee taehoon and aiden kim my beloved <3, sujin as both sujin and chaerin my heart <3.

and omg,,,,,,, the length of the comic,,,,,,,,, i have too many thoughts, so they're all going under the cut:

TLDR; as it pertains to the comic, the overall narrative of true beauty suffers because jugyeong is a poor choice for the main pov protagonist. she suffers from a perfectionist lens where consequences for her actions are never realized, and her arc is stagnant throughout the majority of the story as it has a simple resolution with no confounding choices or missteps.

as it pertains to the show, hindsight and a shift in the narrative structure was able to create a more dramatic, more concise storyline that makes for a more invested viewing.

okay.

so, to begin, i think the comic drags for one primary reason, and it's not the insane number of installments (although that is deserving of recognition as well, asdfghgf). the #1 most damning thing about true beauty is that, im ways more than one, jugyeong is a terrible protagonist.

now, i don't mean she's a bad character - she definitely has something special going on in that she was bullied mercilessly and still chooses to see the good in people rather than the bad, and her whole "i have a secret that no one can know about and i will go to any lengths to keep it that way" is fun and interesting to engage with! ..... but as a side quest. the problem with jugeyong as a protagonist is that she's far too squeaky clean. her big lesson from this comic is to learn to love herself - bare face and all - so that she can accept the love of others sans doubt. that's a fine lesson in and of itself to learn, but the problem is that it's a little too straightforward, and it's a little too easy - especially for the slowburn, 200(+) episode format. there's just not enough there to be substantial, and the author isn't keen on making jugyeong's story any more complicated than it has to be.

i mean, the biggest stakes after suho and seojun make up (which we will talk about in good time) is "when will seojun see jugyeong's bare face?" and that is just an eventuality. there's a bit of mystery in how he will react, but there's only one right answer in the eyes of many viewers, and so jugyeong's main theme and main storyline is without real investment.

and the author clearly knows this, because she continues to tack on dramatic subplots, which are all plausible, but hinge a lot on jugyeong being naive or pleasing, and not learning the lesson from the last time she was victimized. the only way to bring investment is to create these elaborate plots, where everyone is bashing their heads into the wall, asking "jugyeong wHY?" and tuning in to see if she finally gets the hint this time.

and so, the comic version of true beauty suffers a lot, because we can't have progression in jugyeong's thematic storyline without the story being finished, and yet the author doesn't allow jugyeong to regress in her plotline or make morally dubious left turns, in order for progress to then be made.

and i want to touch real quick (real quick, i say, as though any of this is concise) on what i mean by allowing jugyeong to regress or make a hard left. jugyeong has this secret that she desperately wants to keep... and yet the story never backs her into a desperate corner where she has to make dicey and consequential decisions to keep it.

whenever there's going to be consequences for jugyeong deceiving people, or not trusting those she's in a relationship with due to her insecurities, those get swept under the rug in the face of acceptance........ and they never stew or come back to cause problems.

in the jugyeong/seojun breakup, there is no room to think about or address the way that jugyeong not trusting seojun damaged their relationship, or the way that jugyeong avoiding situations to keep up the ruse led to some of their downfall. because of the framing of the story, the fault lies entirely with seojuns new career (and, incidentally, his reasons for needing this career are never brought up to jugyeong - or, at least, she never considers them).

this plot armor to protect jugyeong goes as far as the time skip - which exists almost exclusively to show that jugyeong had time to ~mourn the loss of suho~ before she fell in love with seojun. timeskips in a show are used to jumble character arcs and change the status quo - there's supposed to be new mysteries and marked changes to characters. if you think about it, the true beauty time skip..... really didn't deliver any of that. we got (1) suho going radio silent, (2) seojun having to provide more financially for his family, and maaaaybe (3) jugyeong and seojun spending more time together. nothing else really changes! and arguably, those three things did not require a timeskip to address.

imagine the conflict, if jugyeong were to move on from suho to seojun faster. if readers were to see her moving on, and think "??? jugyeong... isn't that a little fast???" and her entire narrative being "no way! i've always liked seojun, and he's present, and he's here, and he's willing to love me as i am - or, at least, the version of me that he knows." already, we have so much more conflict! the layers of jugyeong's deception! she's taken a hard left! she's regressed a bit! now we have a more compelling way to push the story forward - they both have increased guilt over the situation, jugyeong's deception will amount to something when they're aired, and tension will ensue!

jugyeong severely lacks from a perfectionist lens wherein she does nothing unambiguously wrong, and her ambiguous choices are reframed so they're out of the picture, when conflict arises.

which brings me back to my original point, being that the comic drags because it has no interesting narrator.

if you've read this far, you're already humoring me, so just imagine real quick how interesting it would have been if our main narrators were suho and seojun.

because they both have such strong feelings about each other, and all that happened with seyeon, they would both be a little unreliable in their storytelling at the beginning. suho would start the story, ofc, and instead of it beginning with jugyeong's bullying, it begins with the duality of the girl at the comic shop and the girl at school. suho learns about her double life, and then the reason for such grand deception can be a bit of a mystery - lightly hinted at, as always, but the true form of it never learned until jugyeong and suho are much closer. and then, you have the added mystery of suho and his father's distance, whatever happened to seyeon - that boy people only mutter about when suho is around - which would be a very slow burn mystery with lots of tension, and finally, whatever the hell is going on between seojun and suho.

and!!!!!! when it's finally seojuns turn to be introduced into the story, he can become a narrator as well. perhaps, at the end of some of the earlier episodes, there were hints at who this character is - for the last few panels of some installments, there's this other mystery narrator who has the same pictures as suho but seems to have a very different life. when we finally get in deep with his pov, we see suho as this callous young man rather than this awkward, lonely boy. the duality of their pov's could be so interesting!!!!

then, because true beauty makes a habit of having one or two episodes being in another character's pov entirely, we get the occasional pov of jugyeong where we can really highlight the mistreatment she faces, and how she's good, despite.

and hey! if we want to keep the time skip in, shift pov's then, to it primarily being jugyeong's story. or the other way around! keep jugyeong's pov in the beginning, but introduce suho and seojun's narration at the time skip.

a shift in pov would be great justification for a timeskip, and i'd be behind it, then.

i think the story of true beauty works great, but it would be elevated if it focused more on interpersonal drama, the messiness that comes when insecurities intersect with love, the way that one's past influences then, and how people can still become friends and mend broken ties, if they approach a situation with acceptance and forgiveness.

which brings me to the show. (preface saying that i’m only 10 minutes into episode 10)

the show flows better than the comic for many reasons, but here are the most important three, imo.

the stakes are higher than in the comic. not only is there more physical fighting and aggression, but the bullying jugyeong faces is more imminent and raw, - as there’s the rooftop scene, as she transferred rather than age into high school, and as her bullies come out of the woodwork again and again. in the show, it’s fine that jugyeong drags a bit with her arc because the conflict is more present, the story is more concise, and the story (thus far) has taken place entirely in high school, where drama is Heightened in a way it functionally isn’t in adulthood. all these characters are stuck together in the same space for the majority of the day, so of course jugyeong’s secret is a more imminent threat.

the show slowly develops the lives of side characters. this goes back to my (much) earlier comment about the show having Knowledge of who the characters are. in the comic, the backstories of other characters are revealed in a sort of hit-and-run manner, the way that backstories are often presented to real people in real life. we know nothing of sujin’s past, and then, in an episode that’s well into the 150 mark, we suddenly learn that sujin was childhood friends with suho before they had a falling out, that she was a harp protege, and that she has many parallels to jugyeong as well. the same happened with suho and seojun. suddenly, we’re introduced to facets of their character that were simply Not Present before. with some of the characters, there was foreshadowing and mystery. with many, there were not. the show fixes this by slowly fleshing out these characters, rather than doing a drive by at the end of their arc. we also have the inclusion of juyoung having a crush on gowoon, jugyeong’s parents, the heegyeong/joonwoo relationship, and the tae-hoon/suho friendship which puts emphasis on other characters besides jugyeong.

suho’s growth is exponentially slowed down. now, don’t get me wrong - i hate this aspect of the show with my dying breath - but, credit where credit is due, slowing down suho’s character development does wonders for the slow burn of jugyeong’s plotline. now that jugyeong is not alone in being the only character who hasn’t grown, her slowness is seen less as a flaw of the story and more of a fatal character flaw. suho is a markedly reserved character. it makes sense, then, that his growth would be slow and painful. the problem in the comic therein laid when suho surpassed jugyeong in growth. by all accounts, jugyeong should grow faster and easier than suho, because she’s more open to it (and because she’s a main character with relatively few flaws but like,,,,, we already know that) when, in the comic, she grows slower than suho, it’s clearly a flaw of the writing. in the show, jugyeong is still not growing any faster than her comic counterpart, but suho is growing slower (much to my chagrin), and so jugyeong’s arc is strengthened by proxy. of course, slowing suho’s growth feeds into problems all of their own (literally seojun is doing the MOST in this show and it’s a shame he's being overlooked for suho, who can’t even be kind for an extended period of time), but at least it makes the main character more bearable to handle.

the show, due to its concise nature, and the power of hindsight, is able to create a more fulfilling story than the comic, as it’s not spread so thin, and it can fix a lot of the structural problems of the comic.

however, as i’ve already mentioned, it degrades suhos arc by slowing the pacing and painfully dragging him along, while seojuns arc is walking briskly by his side and shining in the sun. seojun is such a compelling character in the show as he recognizes his feelings sooner, acts on them with the same pace, has still yet to resolve his conflict with suho leading to maximum angst, and still manages to be the More Present love interest in a story where suho is not yet Gone. despite the fact that the show has a clear endgame ship, and seojun is the second love interest, there’s more stakes and intrigue in the story, due to its structure and pacing.

(it’s also arguably a stronger “which one?” ship war, as they’re both actively and genuinely vying for the same girl at the same time. in the comic there’s a lot of “you just missed the conflict! she was with seojun two episodes ago, and only now are you, suho, actively pursuing jugyeong!” like,,,, for realistic relationships, it’s better that they have a swell in one relationship just as the other whimpers, but for the drama and enjoyment of audiences, a more active ship war can lead to more engagement.)

okay,,,, i haven’t even said everything i think about true beauty, but i’ve thoroughly exhausted the topic, and won’t push my luck any farther, lololol.

[night--street]

Rating: General Audiences Chapters: 1/1 Relationship: Seojun-centric POV / Im Jugyeong/Lee Suho with very very light Seojun/Sujin Warning: includes an anxiety/panic attack

There are five moments where Han Seojun realizes that maybe Im Jugyeong and Lee Suho do need each other.

[seonbaggirl]

why it seems like seojun put more efforts in keeping their relationships (I'm not about his behaviour after 'the break up')

I know... I'm sure it's not like that at all, can't help it but be on sj's side more though

can we have full jiwoo pov so I can reproach myself in being wrong

[starfire-s]

hey U kno whats funny? when seojun was trying to put a bandaid on JK and she had a flashback of suho putting bandaid on her...... lolz that scene was seojuns like it would’ve been his idk it’s just so funny to me the kdrama was truly a comedy show

hey anon! still makes me laugh how they stole seo jun’s webtoon scene and gave it to kdrama suho but when they had the chance to give it back to kdrama seo jun they still showed us that stolen scene from ju kyung’s pov 🤡 ahhh the kdrama truly did the MOST

[sunsoothed]

muse

Jugyeong needs to amend her understanding of best friends.

han seojun\kang sujin | rated t | 3.3k words | college au, pining, jealousy | outsider pov

read on ao3

enjoy!

~

Im Jugyeong, frankly, has never seen someone quite like Han Seojun. He’s a muted, ephemeral kind of beauty, someone you get caught staring at in class, or someone you get caught staring at while eating, or someone you get caught staring at, period.

He’s also someone you stare at when they’re not around, which is why Jugyeong is only shocked out of her daze when from beside her, Sua says his name.

“Wasn’t Han Seojun supposed to be here?”

They’re sitting around a large table for lunch, with people Jugyeong only half-knows, because she’d been a fool to transfer colleges in her second year.

“Was he?” Someone opposite her pipes up. “I’ll call him.”

That makes Jugyeong raise her eyes. Someone so close to Han Seojun that they can just call him? When she looks up, it’s the one other female student in her statistics class.

Kang Sujin, was it?

Kang Sujin brings her phone to her ear, and a response seems to come within a moment, for she asks, “Did you just wake up?”

To which she must get a denial, because she then says, “You had lunch plans.”

Everyone’s peering suspiciously into Sujin’s space, so Jugyeong supposes it isn’t odd for her to do so, too.

Sudden concern fills Sujin’s voice. “What, did you have a late night?”

And then she’s back to plain informative. “Mmh. Not too far. I think we all have a good half an hour or so to spare.”

And Seojun must say something funny, because Sujin laughs, hums, and hangs up with a See you.

“He should be here soon. He decided to work late on a project last night because he didn’t have any classes this morning.”

There’s a collective ahh, we understand, before everyone gets back to their food and conversation. Sua places a slice of meat in her bowl, Sujin unearths a bottle of banana milk from somewhere, and on her other side, Taehoon slurps his ramyeon loudly. Under the table, Jugyeong’s heels click with the floor in anticipation.

When he does arrive, some ten-twelve minutes later, He’s beyond words. Hair slightly unkempt, wearing a beige coat and carrying another in the crook of his arm. He has a pink sweater on underneath, as much as Jugyeong can make out, and his white shoes radiate a slight dichotomy from his usual vibe.

“Shift,” He says, opposite Jugyeong, as he approaches them. Kang Sujin, who’d been close enough to call him, tilts her head back to catch sight of him.

She blinks, then juts her jaw to the space beside Taehoon.“There’s space there —”

“Just shift.” Seojun insists, an utterly adorable whine to his voice. Gosh, Jugyeong feels her cheeks reddening.

But Sujin only sighs and makes reluctant way for him. “Come, sit.”

Seojun gives a sort-of grimace, sort-of smile. They seem close. He hands her the coat he was carrying, too. “You left this behind.”

“Ah, right,” Sujin says, taking the coat from him. “No wonder I’ve been feeling chilly all day.”

He seems to have some quippy response prepared, but Sujin beats him to it.

“Your hair’s still wet,” She says. She holds a hand to his forehead, fingers brushing against the strands.

Seojun hums. “I was in the shower when you called.” He does nothing to remove her hand. They must be very close.

“Did I disturb you?”

He clicks his tongue, waving her worry away. He’s so attractive.

Sujin picks up her half-drunk banana milk. She hands it to him. “Here, by the way.”

She could’ve just bought him a new one. What was the point of this?

But Han Seojun takes a sip like it’s nothing, mouth on the straw that Sujin had drunk from. He swallows and pulls a face. “Tastes like your chapstick. I don't want it.”

Best friends, Jugyeong thinks. They must be best friends.

Unfazed, Sujin grins. “Lucky for you…” And she unearths another bottle of banana milk.“I have another one.”

Han Seojun smiles, half his mouth quirked up and a fond exasperation in his eyes. He easily accepts the bottle, pierces the straw through, and holds it up. “Cheers.”

-

“Change your position now!”

The party’s in full-swing. As full-swingy as it can get in Jugyeong’s cramped apartment, at least. It’s been a day since Jugyeong managed to meet Han Seojun. And now he’s here, in her apartment, and they’re playing Spin the Bottle, and there are very, very less people.

Taehoon groans, the bottle having landed on him and empty air for the second time. “This game is stupid —”

“Shut up,” Sua implores. “We’re all having fun. Who’s next?”

“Spin it!”

So Sua spins the bottle, and they wait in anticipation for it to land on someone. It’s Kang Sujin.

“How lucky…” Jugyeong hears Taehoon say under his breath. Then she looks up. It’s Kang Sujin and her.

“If you’re uncomfortable,” Sujin starts, hand already on her shot glass to allow Jugyeong to skip the turn. But Jugyeong shakes her head.

“I’ve just… never kissed a girl before.” The confession is sudden, but no one is perturbed.

“It’s the same as kissing a boy,” Sujin supplies oh-so-helpfully. She leans in, and Jugyeong, heart hammering, leans in too, and it’s over in a second.

“You don’t take this stuff seriously, do you?” Jugyeong asks, a sudden energy in her. She meets Sujin’s eyes.

“Not at all.” Sujin smiles.

The game continues. “Your turn to spin.”

Jugyeong gulps, suddenly in need of a sobering smack to the head because what the fuck —

“Sujin again!” Some errant voice declares. Sujin and Seojun.

They seemed pretty close that morning, so maybe this isn’t a big deal? But Sujin takes a shot, and Jugyeong’s confused now. They shared that banana milk this morning, didn’t they? Possibly tipsy, Jugyeong asks, “Hey, why’re you drinking —”

It takes Han Seojun a second, but then he says, “Ah, that,” like this is all making sense to him, and he, too, takes a shot.

And then they kiss — no, maul each other’s faces, and it’s the most erotic and the most disgusting thing Jugyeong’s seen in her life. When they pull apart, completely cool, Seojun wipes a trail of spit and alcohol from his chin and licks his fingers. Oh god. Jugyeong’s abdomen hollows.

There is an understandably long silence.

Eventually, Taehoon swallows, and says, weakly, “You two…”

“It’s a thing we do,” Sujin informs, nonchalant.

“I thought you said you weren’t together.”

“We aren’t.”

-

“Home, now?”

Slurred, Sujin replies, “Mmm.”

Jugyeong catches the conversation on the periphery, pulling her own shoes on in the outroom of the restaurant. It was a good choice these people had made; the food was good, the wine was mild, and the effects were a pleasant buzz.

“Come,” Seojun’s even more pleasant enters her earshot. “Let’s put on our shoes…”

Jugyeong likes to think he’s talking to her. But leaning against the wall, she can see, with clarity, that he’s addressing only Sujin. Oh, woe, Jugyeong sighs. She watches Sujin’s attempt at balance while drunk, watches her try and slip on her shoes, try, so considerately, because Seojun’s watching over her. She sees him, fond, as he slips his fingers beside Sujin’s and helps her slide her feet in. She gulps.

“Are you taking Sujin home?” Alas, there must always be an unwelcome distraction. Jugyeong can’t remember this guy’s name, but it must be as irritating as his face.

Seojun must feel the same, for he replies with a much-too-cordial, much-too-gruff yes.

“You’re familiar with where she lives?” The guy questions, throwing his weight around. He leans obstructively over the wall against which Sujin stands. “She’s drunk, would she trust you enough?”

It’s an awkward situation. Seojun is grimacing, and Jugyeong, considerably removed by context but very much involved by space, grimaces as well. Seojun seems to have a non-threatening reply prepared, but Sujin beats him to it, aggression and distraught where she stands, now, shaky.

“Yah, Park - Park whatever your name is, how dare you say that to Seojun?”

And this Park whatever-your-name is opens his mouth in affront, drunk breath diffusing around the room. “I —”

“Sujin-ah —”

Sujin continues. “This bastard. You don’t know anything about us.”

She looks like a kitten whose fur is standing on edge, anger in the face of fear.

“He doesn’t,” Seojun coaxes, still-rational. Jugyeong has the sudden urge to laugh.

He tries again, hand firm on Sujin’s shoulder.“Let’s just go —”

But Sujin doesn’t budge. She holds an accusatory finger to the guy’s face, which has, somehow, turned a nauseated shade, and declares, “We’re best friends, okay?”

-

Best friends, Jugyeong continues to ruminate, some mornings later as they meet up to study. She watches Seojun with his messy hair tapping the end of his pencil against the sheet he’s working on. He looks distracted. There’s also something very distracting about him, and Jugyeong’s sure it’s caught more than her eye. Seojun’s eye, that it. He’s wearing kajal, and he’s sporting some… averagely-done smokey-eye look, which she’s just itching to correct.

Seojun plants the pencil behind his ear and picks up his phone, oblivious to Jugyeong’s inner turmoil, though she sits opposite him and very much in his view. He’s typing something, a light furrow between his brows. Then he puts down his phone, and looks at the sheet he’d been sketching on for the better part of the hour, and sighs with great displeasure.

Jugyeong sets her own eyes to her work, a little guiltily. She shouldn’t be watching him like this.

Eyes on the table, she sees Seojun pull out a different pencil from his pencil case and get to work. Hands deft, hands smooth, he’s drawing arching strokes when the quiet of the studio is interrupted by the door opening. Almost everyone turns at the sound on instinct, then drop their attention once they notice another student. Jugyeong registers that it’s Sujin. She also registers that Seojun hasn’t glanced up from his work.

He does, then, when Sujin first plucks the pencil he’d tucked behind his ear, second deposits a thermos upon the desk.

“For your throat,” she greets. She waves to Jugyeong. Jugyeong waves back.

Seojun nods. He applies his finishing touches to the sketch, then looks up. “Thanks, Sujin-ah.”

“No need,” Sujin hums. She places the displaced pencil on the table, ruffles Seojun’s already unkempt hair, and waves goodbye to Jugyeong.

Jugyeong waves back.

-

Shoes, again, Jugyeong’s place, again. It’s a pattern, she thinks. Or wishes to think, with finality, but unfortunately things involving Han Seojun are always demanding to be overthought. He had shown up in some flowy palazzo pants and a crop-top that Sua swore she had seen Sujin wear once. He had looked good.

Some considerable amount of shots later, however, his hair had been styled out f its artful mess to a regular mess, and his lipstick had smudged from the amount of people he had kissed. And Jugyeong had stood, watching, as her turn never came. And as, customarily, Seojun and Sujin drank out of each other’s mouths.

And here, again, she watches, as Sujin helps Seojun put his shoes on.

“You sure you can walk in that?” She’s asking, kneeling on the floor, very much proposal-like. In one hand she holds the heels Seojun had sauntered in wearing.

Seojun hiccups. “Probably… not.”

Sujin smiles up at him, fond, shakes her head. She turns to the side, glances somewhat into the apartment. Catches Jugyeong’s eye. “Hey, Jugyeong, do you have any flats?”

Jugyeong snaps out of her reverie. Her mouth hangs open for a moment, uncomprehending, before she processes the words. “I do, just a moment.”

Han Seojun is borrowing her shoes. Jugyeong fishes out her best pair of flats, a sleek black pair that hasn’t seen the light of day for a good few months. She tucks her hair behind her ears before walking out of her room; for what, she doesn’t know.

Gulping, heart racing, Jugyeong hands the shoes to Sujin. “Here.”

Sujin takes them with a somewhat distracted smile, one hand reaching for the shoes, one hand keeping Seojun upright. “Thanks, Jugyeong.”

Jugyeong finds herself gulping once again, watching Sujin crouch down and slip the flats onto Seojun’s feet, familiarity evident in her actions. She doesn’t entertain that line of thought any further.

And then Han Seojun speaks, voice off in the most adorable way, a little high, well past tipsy. “What, what — are you going propose to me?”

Sujin finds amusement in that. She smiles, laughs, stands up to clap a hand on Seojun’s shoulder. “Not yet.”

Seojun nods. He leans against Sujin, expectant of her support, Jugyeong looks away as Sujin wraps a hand around his waist.

“You can —” she clears her throat and tries again, “You can leave his shoes here,” Jugyeong suggests, holding out an awkward hand.

Sujin brushes her off, not rudely, more preoccupied with the very drunk Seojun-like mass on her shoulder. “It’s fine, I’ll carry them back,” she says. “Thanks, again.”

“Anytime,” Jugyeong whispers, long after they’ve left her house.

-

“Would you like some breakfast?”

That has to be a pickup line. Jugyeong blushes terribly.

“Ah- ah, that would be really nice, actually.”

Seojun’s ever-polite, guiding her into the house and pulling a chair at the kitchen island out for her. It’s not a big space, but it’s well-maintained. Either he’s well-off or he’s taken a loan he’ll need to spend a good half of his life paying back.

“Come, sit at the table.”

Jugyeong nods and takes a grateful seat. Seojun busies himself with something steaming on the gas, his well-dressed back facing her. He’s worn those skimpy white blouses before, and they really complement his frame.

“We don’t eat with too much spice,” He calls over, stirring the... stew? Jugyeong isn’t sure. “I hope that’s fine.”

“That’s okay,” She immediately reassures. “I don’t mind.” We…?

The we comes in the form of one Kang Sujin, trudging to the kitchen in an oversized t-shirt and nothing else, immediately locating Seojun and holding him in a death grip from behind. Jugyeong wonders how he’s moving with Sujin clinging to him like that.

Finally, the koala speaks, voice grogging. “Jun-ah….”

“You’re up?” Seojun hums, unperturbed. Must be a common occurrence, Jugyeong thinks, with her already stilted hopes. How wonderful.

“Barely.” Sujin exhales, arms loosening their hold slightly. She rests the side of her head against Seojun’s back, eyes blinking open to Jugyeong.

“Hello, Jugyeong.” She says. “Good morning?”

Taken aback, Jugyeong just about manages to reply, “Good - Good morning.”

“Mm.” Sujin nods back, solemn. “If you say so.”

Seojun huffs out a laugh at that. “You nutcase,” He says affectionately. “Go sit at the table. Breakfast’s almost ready.”

Sujin nods again, dragging herself to the kitchen island, sitting beside Jugyeong. “You guys have that project thing, don’t you?”

Jugyeong hums, now in safer waters. “It’s an installation piece.”

“What are you…” Sujin leans on her arms, “What are you installing?”

Seojun laughs, again, affectionate, again.

“It’s not exactly that,” Jugyeong tries to explain. “It’s an artwork. Seojun is doing the woodwork and I’m painting.”

“So you’re not installing it anywhere?”

“I suppose we are,” Jugyeong supposes. “It’ll need to find a place in the studio and then, hopefully, the exhibition.”

Sujin nods along, having understood it in her own way. Seojun sets two bowls of noodles and stew in front of them by then.

Jugyeong intends to thank him, but she’s cut-off by Sujin gasping, “Is that mine?”

She clutches the sleeve of Seojun’s white blouse. Seojun, in turn, grabs a fistful of her t-shirt. “Is that mine?”

“Fair,” Sujin acquiesces, letting go first. “Fair enough.”

Seojun smiles a cordial smile, then sits opposite Sujin.

“Do you have less crockery?” Jugyeong finds herself asking instead, for Seojun’s eating right out of Sujin’s bowl.

He shakes his head with his mouth full, then swallows and answers, “This one’s just a bitch about doing the dishes. Less dishes used, less dishes to wash.”

“That’s not it,” Sujin weakly protests, picking up the chopsticks beside her, finally gaining some life. “It’s saving water.”

“You shouldn’t make fun of such a serious thing —”

“I’m not making fun of anything —”

These two, Jugyeong marvels. They really are something, aren’t they?

-

It’s a considerably slow day. Jugyeong’s managed to get her upcoming deadlines pushed back, so she can procrastinate her work some more, and maybe accompany Sua when she’s out for a smoke. That is, of course, what Jugyeong assumes she does.

Sua is standing with the others on the terrace, a semi circle formed between them.

“I heard about that Min Jongho, but you’re saying Oh Namsung was also involved? Isn’t that going to blow up in his father’s face?”

Jugyeong takes a step closer. She can recognise those names, that’s those two irritating guys who usually sit at the far end of the workshop.

“Possession of drugs is too serious of a thing for his father to escape from,” Taehoon chimes in. He looks up, sighing, when he catches sight of Jugyeong.

“Oh, Jugyeong!”

She meets his eyes, innocent. “Hm?”

“Come join us,” Sua beckons, already trying to reach for her arm. Jugyeong takes a step forward, absorbed into their circle.

“Did you hear about what Min Jongho did?”

She sakes her head. “No clue.”

“He was caught with marijuana,” Sujin explains, and oof, Jugyeong can’t avoid her now, can she?

“That’s… pretty serious,” she says. “How did people find out?”

“Someone snitched,” one of the others hisses. “He had a party the other night — remember the one where that fucker got that cheap alcohol? Like ten people got the worst hangovers — wait, that’s not the point — they were smoking up, someone found them and secretly reported it.”

“I think there’s more to it than we’re seeing,” Sujin diffuses. “It’s not possible that that was it. No one has those kind of morals around us.”

“What do you know,” Taehoon refutes. “You’re not an art student, Sujin.”

“My apologies for not having such an outlook on the world, your lordship,” she mocks, face intentionally one of surface politeness. “What do you mean you’re not an art student? Seojunnie’s always dragging me into his work.”

“That’s because you’re his muse —”

“Convenient human subject, you mean,” Sujin cuts off, still good-natured.

Jugyeong gets it, that kind of attention she must receive from Seojun may have the potential to be exhausting. Of course Jugyeong gets it. Of course she does. There’s no reason that she needs to stop looking at Sujin’s face —

And arrives the subject of their bootlegged discussion. Han Seojun, a trudging beauty, a tragic beauty, skirt stained and hands freshly-washed. He zeros in on his muse — sorry, convenient human subject — falling without grace against her back, his arms encircling her from behind.

Jugyeong gulps.

“You okay?” Sujin asks, concerned, the kind that only fills her words when Seojun’s around. She turns, letting him breathe out against her neck, lightly ruffles his hair as she hugs him back.

Seojun exhales again. “Mmm.”

“Not sounding like it,” she prompts. Her voice is so soft, now. No brashness that had lain aflame when she argued earlier, nor the stunted amusement when she judged her surroundings. Does one always change so, Jugyeong wonders, when one loves?

“Just give me a minute,” Seojun says, hugging Sujin tighter. The little semi circle of theirs breaks apart, leaving the two to themselves, and Jugyeong reluctantly takes her eyes off Sujin rubbing Seojun’s back.

When she walks, half a beat behind everyone else, she can somewhat hear Sujin’s home voice. She can hear Seojun-ah? and she can hear Hey, hey, Jun-ah. Let’s go somewhere quiet, hm? and she can hear them go somewhere quiet.

And when she skips back, citing her forgetfulness and her phone, which she knows she left behind in the studio, she catches the dregs of a conversation that must be second nature.

“What’s wrong?” from Sujin.

“It’s stupid, I just… I’m so overwhelmed.” from Seojun.

“Ah, Junjun, seriously, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. Come here.” from some half-way point that’s worn and torn.

Jugyeong holds her bitter smile all the way back to the studio, and realises, only belatedly as she watches Seojun walk back in, that she hadn’t considered him in this equation at all.

She had just been looking at Sujin.

[thuhqs]

WINTER CHAMPIONSHIP - Início dos jogos.

Como vocẽs já sabem, o Campeonato de Inverno se inicia nessa segunda e vai até sexta (de 09/01 até 13/01). O Comitê espera que tenham aproveitado a abertura e o domingo de relaxamento!

O Clube de Culinária se disponibilizou para preparar algumas delícias e refeições aos presentes durante essa semana, assim como o Clube de Música se disponibilizou a ajudar nas torcidas com instrumentos de percussão, tambores, e o que mais vocês precisarem pra fazer barulho!

Abaixo, vocês podem conferir a grade horária dos jogos:

Segunda-feira:

Tarde: 15h00 - Ginástica Rítmica.

Docente responsável: Beverly Mai. Hazel Kim (líder - THU) Kim Hayeon (THU) Choi Jangmi (JNU, npc) Seo Sumin (YSU, npc) Kim Sangah (SNU, npc) Bae Sira (HYU, npc)

Noite: 20h00 - Basquete Masculino Yongsin (THU) x Seoul Knights (SNU, npc)

Terça-feira:

Tarde: 15h00 - Futebol Masculino. Docente responsável: Sakurai Minoru. THU Dragons Football Club (THU) x KyungHee University Football Club (KHU, npc)

Noite: 20h00 - Vôlei Feminino Jeju Tanneung Red Dragons (THU) x Gyeongsan Kyungil Majors (KIU)

Quarta-feira:

Tarde: 15h00 - Cheerleading Dragons (THU) x Kingo (SKKU, npc)

Noite: 20h00 - Basquete Feminino B-Ball Dragons (THU) x GU Blueminx (GU, npc)

Quinta-feira:

Tarde: 15h00 - Natação

15h00 - Feminino: Hwang “Summer” Ahri (THU) Yoon Hayoung (GU, npc) Min Soojeong (JNU, npc) Kim Seola (JNU, npc) Heo Yubin (KHU, npc)

17h00 - Masculino: Hwa Jiyong (THU) Kang Seowon (THU) Lee Sanha (CNUE, npc) Aizawa Yuto (SKKU, npc) Cha Hyunseong (KIU, npc)

Noite: 20h00 - eSports G.NIUS (THU) x SmokeZ (YSU, npc)

Sexta-feira:

Tarde: 15h00 - Vôlei Masculino Docente responsável: Ahn Chaewon. Hallakyuu Dragons (THU) x Chuncheon Skywalkers (CNUE, npc)

Noite: 20h00 - Taekwondo Oigawa Ryu (THU) x Park Seojun (JNU, npc) Lee Siwan (THU) x Wang Jing (CNU, npc)

Notas OOC:

Como dissemos anteriormente, o Campeonato poderia ser simplificado ou poderia seguir a linha de mais de um jogo como uma copa. Entretanto, marcamos somente um jogo e bem simplificados, senão ficaria muita informação pra uma semana só, e se as competições seguissem por mais semanas, o plot ficaria repetitivo.

Também analisamos e consideramos o empenho dos Clubes e sua organização durante essa semana de preparativos. Teve uma movimentação considerável, mas teve time perdendo integrante no meio do plot drop, teve time ganhando membros (o que foi ótimo e agradecemos o empenho!), mas em geral, considerando a não sobrecarga de ninguém, faremos somente um jogo em uma semana.

E como serão as classificações? O jogo é por conta de vocês, caros players.

Vocês podem decidir entre si se foram classificados ou não, podem fazer sorteio, ou ainda, podem utilizar a ferramenta de dados do discord para decidir as partidas ou o “x1” no caso de competições de performance individual.

No caso do uso de dados, recomendamos que o professor responsável, ou líder ou vice-líder seja responsável por jogar como o NPC. Em último caso, alguém do clube que possa estar disponível. Em último dos últimos casos, vocês podem agendar um horário com a moderação para que façamos o papel de NPC em caso de dinâmica do discord.

Lembrando que POVs e selfparas sempre são bem vindos, sendo vitória ou derrota. Como dissemos, narrações sempre são bem vindas, mas também ficam por conta de vocês nos entregar o conteúdo, como a exemplo dos players da Soccer League.

Como cada clube possui suas particularidades, deixamos livres para que vocês façam as suas formas de jogo e conversem entre si sobre qual seria a melhor forma de obter um resultado. Vale primeiro, segundo e terceiro lugar, respectivamente, medalhas de ouro, prata e bronze. E claro, vale desclassificação completa - o que também gera desenvolvimento, afinal, como haverão futuros campeonatos… Se o seu clube for desclassificado dessa vez, o que e como ele fará para participar de futuros campeonatos? Formas lícitas ou ilícitas? Fica a ideia no ar.

Spoiler: o Campeonato não acaba por aqui, é uma porta de entrada para outros que virão pela frente.

Um bom jogo e, qualquer dúvida, entrem em contato!