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GET TO KNOW DEOBOYZNET WITH QUIZZES

inspired by housemate spotlight, we asked members to complete three quizzes: clothing style, which tbz member they are and mbti !! bonus: click below to see the one word that encapsulates each member!!

izzy's note: thank you to everyone who sent in their answers! i tried to pick photos of the members according to the clothing styles but i know some aren't accurate sorry 😭 and to anyone who would like to do the quizzes above, feel free to do so!!

@slytherinshua & @stealanity

@from-izzy & @mars101

@jinisnuggets & @daisyvisions

@bella-feed & @sanaxo-o

@sungbeam & @cupidjyu

@jaehunnyy & @carrotsworld

@cupofikeu & @haechanhues

@winterchimez & @minastras

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𝐈𝐈. OBLIVIOUS

footnote ..technically it was january when i wrote this so i did make something for my babie ・ lee juyeon x gender netural reader + word count 595 genre fluff .. tutor x tutee .. lovestruck jock warnings he’s so cute.. so gullible too :3

there’s no need to say it aloud, juyeon knows what you think of him. he’s a varsity jock, an adored figure among the student body, a sinking case that your professor dumped on you in the hopes you can perform a miracle. and whilst juyeon’s concerns are supposed to revolve around his lifting his grades in time for the upcoming championship, proving to you that he’s not a blockhead matters more than potentially being benched.

too bad he’s still stuck on question three.

“need some help, lee?” you ask, ever so astute in your surroundings.

his mind registers the question, his lips hold no answers.

it’s standard practice; checking in on him from time to time. and yet, all he can think about was how your voice chimes in his ears like the cute keychains adorning your bag. ten minutes of staring at his worksheet, callused fingers steadily roaming across the surface like an invisible highlighter, with no answer in sight can do that to the brain.

juyeon, he corrects you.. in his head. if the confidence he exhibited on the court and around his friends bled into his interactions with you, he’d ask why everyone else got the privilege of being called by their name. he doesn’t mean to sound needy, not when he’s merely another tutee to you, but he can’t refrain from hoping you’ll say his name too.

maybe i could—

“yes please,” he smiles sheepishly and nudges the paper back to you. “i thought i understood the question. but now i have to actually write down my answer, it’s kinda confusing.”

—consider asking next time.

for a moment, juyeon indulges himself in the idea that you’re deliberately shuffling across your seat to be closer to him. it’s a risk—daydreaming about you when you’re right there, maneuvering his arm so you can read the rest of the text. rather than his heart’s pitter patters, he listens intently to the way you murmur in consideration.

“well, why don’t you start by defining the important term in the question? based on what you understand from the lessons, what is globalization?” you suggest, “once you make your own definition, you can list the pros and cons that it has brought to the religious practices here.”

“oh..” oh, he definitely made this harder for himself.

in a bid to sound so intelligent—so on par with you—he looked too deep into the question. it didn’t need to be answered with philosophical concepts and complex terms. rather, he could rely on his observations and stock knowledge—things he could have used ten minutes ago.

forget sinking, juyeon’s pretty sure he’s close to brushing his fingertips across the rock bottom.

“don’t stress your pretty mind over it,” you’re sweet, and just a little ignorant of his reddening ears. “if you get stuck again on any other questions, ask me.”

“are you sure? what if you explain something, and i still don’t understand something?” juyeon begins to ramble. “what if i end up taking more of your time? i don’t want to pull you away from other priorities—”

“then take it, i don’t mind.”

maybe juyeon doesn’t actually know how you perceive him. come on, is he aware of how eager and swift you were to snap up this opportunity? has he noticed the effort you put into keeping the window after each tutoring session empty, in case he needs more time? is he aware that your guilty pleasure is calling him by his last name, just to watch his lil’ nose crinkle and rosy lips pout?

maybe he isn’t stupid; definitely oblivious.

𓆩♡𓆪 ─┈ forehead kisses (w/ consent) for @stealanity @yudaies

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𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑

below, you'll find all of our network members! to apply to become a housemate/member, refer to the application post.

members (alphabetical, by user)

★ indicates admin/co-admin status

@aeharbour — arden, she/her

@astrae4 — gill, she/her

@biaswreckingfics — britt, she/her

@blue-jisungs — axe, she/her

@carrotsworld — sophie, she/her

@cupidjyu — yumi, any prns

@cuppasunu — kyu, she/her

@cupofikeu — mona, she/her

@daisyvisions — daisy, she/her

@deobienthusiast — k, she/her

@ethereal-engene — ash, she/her

@everykebbie — yas, she/her

@from-izzy & @/from-m-izzy — izzy, she/her ★

@gluion — moni, they/them

@haechanhues — niwa, she/her

@halaboyz — sun, she/her

@hcuyk — vae, she/her

@hongyangi & @/coboftea — dal, she/they

@jaehunnyy — chip, she/her

@jinisnuggets — jini, she/her

@jinnieboosworld — peachy/mio, she/her

@justalildumpling — j, she/her

@juyeonszn — fawn, she/her

@jvkeslvr — jasmine/jas, she/her

@kimsohn — maya, ask for pronouns

@kkinou — boki, she/her

@leejuyeonswifey — aya, she/her

@littleroaes — dora, she/her

@loserlvrss — soph, she/any

@mars101 — mars, any prns

@minastras — mina, she/her

@pagesofmiracles — mi, she/her

@shuatm — cece/cee, she/her

@snowflakewhispers — ophelia, she/her

@stealanity — matty, she/her

@strayed-quokka — lennon, she/her

@sunfleursgarden — fleur, she/her

@sungbeam — beam/duckie, she/her ★

@sureogi — mae/julia, she/her

@tbzhub — codi, they/them

@trdeobi — ray/sammy, she/her

@winterchimez & @/midnightfantasiez — ally, she/her

@wuahae — cat, she/her

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𝐈. IKEA FURNITURE

footnote (not) breaking news: @sanaxo-o is down under the earth's mantle bad for this man ・ choi chanhee x gender netural reader + word count 791 genre fluff .. est. relationship warnings ikea furniture + drinks — cred. to byhees for the cute layout

if you told third year college student chanhee that in five years, he’d be sitting on the floor of his apartment to do an assembly project, he’d believe you. interior design was his passion; a craft he’d come to simultaneously enjoy and make a living from. now if you disclosed the part where the furniture happens to be from ikea, that’d warrant you a blank stare. 

you know because it was the exact reaction painted on your lover’s face after you chose a coffee table from there. since this was your first place together—a starter home, he fondly named it—he’d given you a catalogue of pieces to browse through. mind you, there were a handful of reputable brands included in that selection, and that is what you settled on? 

alas, chanhee didn’t protest. he did promise to love all of you, quirks included.

six pages and half a bag of cinnamon rolls later, the project was almost done. yes, you’re well aware this could have been accomplished at a more.. normal time like after lunch, but that wouldn’t have been fun (allegedly). “it’s normal to have midnight cravings. our taste just happens to be more unique than others.” he cheekily remarked after you noted the time flashed on your lockscreen.

“nearly done. now i just need..” chanhee’s brows furrowed as he scanned his surroundings. how cliche; of all the things that could disappear, it had to be the final screw. he swore it couldn’t have rolled away, not unless it had a mind of his own, so he called for help, “hey angel, have you seen—”

call it whatever you’d like, chanhee swore the moon had snuck in to bathe you in its glow. you looked so pretty standing there in your favorite nightwear, a mug of homemade karak tea cupped in your hands. he seemed to forget his task altogether—syrup tinted irises deeply immersed in drinking you in to think about the missing screw. your lover was more than eager to take the beverage from your hands; so long as it meant you’d be close to him without hassle.

“if this is the reward for my hard work, i might just buy more diy furniture.” he hummed, giddy smile hidden behind the lip of his mug. 

you rested your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes. the effect of the late hours had already begun to creep up on you an hour ago, yet you refused to head to bed without him. something along the lines of the bed not feeling comfy enough? chanhee’s not sure, he was busy falling for you again to recall the whole explanation.

he snuck his arm around you, the pads of his fingers finding purchase in drawing shapes on your hip. you feel a light pressure on the crown of your head, courtesy of chanhee’s lips, then another one on your temple. as tempting as it is to succumb to sleep, you fight back and look up at him. out of the blue, you asked, “‘you wanna see a magic trick?”

and without fail, your lover entertained it. “alright, angel. what have you got up your sleeve?”

he definitely wasn’t expecting you to actually have something up there. lo and behold, you unfurled your sweater paw to show off the screw he’d been looking for. it’s your turn to smile, amused by the genuine surprise on chanhee’s face. “i saw this little one almost roll under the sofa, so i held onto it for you. now you can..” your explanation trailed off, wrapped up with the biggest yawn of the night.

in that moment, chanhee didn’t care about the seemingly missing component. he took the piece, only to set it down on the coffee table. instead, he clasped your hands and got you on your feet, eager to lead you to your bedroom. the only thing he really wanted to hold right now is you—preferably in bed, snuggled under the duvet with tangled legs and drool sliding out the corner of your lips. 

“nyu, what about the table?” he hushed you with a kiss on your lips; effectively distracting you from his hold around your waist. the freshly washed sheets welcomed your breathless self, as did the culprit—evidenced by how he eagerly drew you closer and pulled the duvet over your tired figures. his caress began upon your cheek, then it danced across so many points, you swore he’d mapped out half of your face (again).

your previous concern seemed to finally register in chanhee’s mind. his nose crinkled lightly, his answer nothing new to you, but still so butterfly inducing. “it can wait, our breakfast in bed tomorrow comes first.”

oh, the things you could tell third year college student chanhee.

𓆩♡𓆪 ─┈ update: turns out @hursheys is also tremendously in love with him but we support her 🎀

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𝐈𝐈𝐈. MONCHERY

footnote izzy couldn’t wait until september ・ kim sunwoo x gender netural reader + word count 1033 genre fluff .. initial one-sided enemies .. fanfic writer au warnings what happened to less than 500 words? where did that go?

fanfic writer! sunwoo who hadn’t foreseen himself tumbling into this pipeline.

like many victims before him, he was just a reader. while he had an appreciation for all forms of literary art, it was the stories that stemmed from canon events, people, and universes that had his utmost interest. the concept of fanfiction was so cool, the way an imaginative mind can show their admiration for a masterpiece by adding complementary works.

(that’s how sunwoo planned to lay it out for eric after he got too curious over all the open tabs on the older’s laptop. turns out it only takes a spew of word vomit, a buy-one-take-one offer from the local pizzaria, and eleven story recos to recruit his roommate into the fold successfully. it hasn’t produced the same results with his other friends, but he’ll get there soon.)

he’s a sucker for fluff—wait, scratch that, he’s very passionate over the mushy, creepy-crawly inducing, soumersaulting side of romance. it’s like a puppy and their favorite toy; shuffle a few sweet scenarios his way, and he’ll plop himself in a solitude corner to cover his mouth, giggle, maybe even deliver a small kick or two at the air. the difference between sunwoo and a floof is he’ll take his time to pick out which parts to screenshot then type, backspace, consider being coherent, only to ramble about how much he loved it, and reblog it.

his own stories should have been a sort of love letter to the genre. but no, they had to be pieces of his villain arc.

spoiler alert: it’s your fault.

you, who seemingly consumes nothing but tragedy. your stories that lure innocent hearts in, only to traumatize them with your tear-jerking climaxes and shattered hearts as souvenirs. don’t get sunwoo started on all the times he’s begged for a happy twist, only to spill another bucket of tears (and reviews) when you feign ignorance and publish another bittersweet chapter.

calling him petty is.. fair. it’s all a matter of preference; yours just happens to stand at the opposite end. but did that stop sunwoo from opening his own writing space under the guise of sharing his own cheesy tales with the community?

(obviously not.)

a large mountain of dust bunnies wips, a couple hundred followers, and several amazing mutuals later, sunwoo’s yet to achieve his initial dream. between the brainstorms and breakdowns, he’s found himself less determined to change your taste in exchange for learning more about you.

like, you don’t write angst because you have an acquired taste in making people feel hurt. you create all that art to make them feel, and it just so happens that sadness is your speciality. he’s discovered a few more things, such as you can’t write without music blasting through your speaker, the paragraph alignment must be justified, and your ideas seemingly make more sense when you share them with someone.

“let me see if i heard you right, which i hope i didn’t..” you were doing this on purpose, he can read it through your muffled snicker. still, he plays the role of disappointment—nudging his glasses upwards and exhaling a deep sigh for the extra pinch of drama. “..you want to take jinnie’s pain, double it, then pass it to the half innocent second lead?”

sunwoo’s never considered himself the funniest one in the room, let alone someone who can tickle others’ sense of humor quickly. then your laughter plays through his laptop’s speakers, and all of a sudden, he feels otherwise. perhaps you were a siren in one of your past lives. it’d explain how you get him to minimize his draft tab, rest his head on his open palm, and enjoy the view unfolding behind the screen.

“nope, nuh uh. sit back up and pay for the damages.” sunwoo tries to scold you, but lacks the will to actually be grumpy. he’s caught in the way you laugh with your whole body, head tilted back and hands smacking your desk.

the low hum of your background music fills in the gaps of the silence. sometimes, sunwoo forgets you’re out of his reach—an easy mistake to make after having one too many video calls with you. as he watches you recover from your amusement, he catches himself slipping up again, silently wishing he was there to adjust your chair for you. so he could brush the baby hairs back and squeeze your aching sides.

“a sacrifice is necessary, ddeonu,” you argue on behalf your idea. “if i’m gonna give hyejin and hanbin a happy ending, someone needs to be sad. otherwise, everyone’s gonna suffer. does that sound like a fair deal to you?”

sunwoo pouts and pretends to think about it. “fine, but only because they’re my endgame.”

but is that the actual truth? or is it because his stomach does somersaults whenever he remembers that you’ve only begun dabbling in merging the two genres because he asked? or maybe it’s that impulsive urge to make you the base of his muses’ personas every single time he opens a document? or could it be those times eric caught him feeling so giddy because of someone instead of something?

it’s a cliche and well-loved trope; the opposites falling for each other. and yet, sunwoo can’t help himself from sneaking another glance at your profile before shifting to another open tab. he’s still got deadlines to meet, plotlines that are waiting to be unraveled, and your dulcet humming jumbling his thoughts.

it’s chaos; his type of chaos.

maybe it’s meant to be this way. perhaps he was destined to fall into this rabbit hole and traverse all the way to where he is now. or maybe all this analyzing and theorizing between the lines could be a side-effect from drowning in a tsunami of soulmate au fics.

how would sunwoo know? he too was a character in an incomplete story. maybe he’s not even a main character in yours, let alone the love interest. still, as he listens to you ramble about another potential plot hole in your thought process, he sneakily adds a comment for his writer.

if you can, don’t let me fall in love alone.. pretty please?

𓆩♡𓆪 ─┈ forehead kisses (w/ consent) for @stealanity @yudaies

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This is so cute omg 😭💗🌸✨

GET TO KNOW DEOBOYZNET WITH QUIZZES

inspired by housemate spotlight, we asked members to complete three quizzes: clothing style, which tbz member they are and mbti !! bonus: click below to see the one word that encapsulates each member!!

izzy's note: thank you to everyone who sent in their answers! i tried to pick photos of the members according to the clothing styles but i know some aren't accurate sorry 😭 and to anyone who would like to do the quizzes above, feel free to do so!!

@slytherinshua & @stealanity

@from-izzy & @mars101

@jinisnuggets & @daisyvisions

@bella-feed & @sanaxo-o

@sungbeam & @cupidjyu

@jaehunnyy & @carrotsworld

@cupofikeu & @haechanhues

@winterchimez & @minastras