#v: jinyoung

[svt-yexi]

Random Yexi Facts: Part 3

Is a significant shareholder in Team Wang, which Jackson surprised her with.

When they all got their own places Yexi didn't want to live alone so she debated asking Minghao or Jun to be her Roomie but Mingyu and Wonwoo brought up staying together since they knew she didn't want to live alone.

She picks up languages easily but because of this she ends up blending languages into the same sentence sometimes.

She's gotten offers to do movies in China but she never moves forwarded because she hates being alone.

One night while drunk her and Cheol talked about his enlistment and she told him that she was worried about when everyone would enter because it had always been the 14 of them. He promised to let her keep his ring on a necklace so she'd always have the reminder that it was temporary.

She was shocked when she found out that Taehyung from BTS was into her.

She has her own room at Jackson's place despite rarely being there.

She helped produce some of the songs on Jungkooks album under a different name.

She gets excited every time she gets to meet/talk to NCTs Mark.

She visits the other Got7 members, mostly Jinyoung and Bambam.

The Got7 members all still check in with her occasionally since Jackson is usually in China.

She was tongue tied for the first time she met ITZYs Ryujin.

Gave up the opportunity to be a coach in Street Dance China

Her biggest fan base are the males in Japan, they go feral for her over there.

She gets a lot of opportunities in Japan but she isn't the biggest fan of doing things alone since in the past she's been put in awkward positions (more so in the beginning of her career)

Her only big stipulation when resigning the contract was that she would get the veto power for any hair cut or hair color the company wanted.

Bam (jungkooks dog) is staying at her apartment while jungkook is serving in the military.

[daily-twice-content]

Kent Tsai with Kai Ko, Jung Jin-young, Vivian Sung and Dahyun

[k-star-holic]

End 'Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor One Divorce' Jo Seung-woo, his dead brother, has won custody

[lizziexmeow]

[ Taehyung Story 🌟 IG ]

231103 - 00:46 KST - @/thv

> From now on... you will be my uncle?

@/asiansoul_jyp

(What should I say, nephew..?)

[nyuoqi]

            — EXES ALERT     ౨ৎ     KTR

✸ SYNOPSIS !  : in which you and taerae went all the way back to the last year of middle school where the two of you were painfully in love with each other yet refused to put on any label because you guys thought this was more fun, and it went on all the way to the second year of high school. well that was until you ghosted him

or in which your situationship from four years ago happens to be your partner for a romance drama

PAIRING  𐙚  actor! kim taerae x idol! fem!reader

GENRE  ⊹  socmed + written chapters, celeb! au, kinda exes to lovers, fluff, humour, maybe angst, they have communication issues

FEATURING ⋆ zb1! jiwoong + hanbin + mathew + yujin + hao, cix! jinyoung, aespa! all, leeserafim! chaewon, the boyz! changmin, stayc! seeun, tiot! junhyeon p1h! intak

STATUS  𖦹 completed !

🎞️  devils in misery  .  actors nation  . why are we screaming

001 1 like for taerae

002 cute nerd boy from finance

003 #employmentera

004 jinyoung hate club

005 what the fuck 🔥🔥

006 nurse hes out again

007 bad idea (smau + written 1.04k wc)

008 gay dog

009 jazz music stops

010 kiss my ass

011 i aint reading all that

012 shit 🏃‍♂️💨💨

013 watch ur back

014 yntaeraejunhyeonhanbin

015 dinner at cheonanz (smau + written 1.2k wc)

016 crazy bitch smiling

017 mustard head

018 passenger princess jinyoung

019 jinyoung on the loo

020 taeraenator

021 #DittoSzn (smau + written 914 wc)

022 plan b

023 confession (on-hold) (smau + written 1.5k wc)

024 giselle's not single....?

025 😭cong😭ra😭tu😭la😭tions😭

026 #jinrina

027 a BOYFRIEND

028 nyc (not the city)

029 hitting on her

030 adopting yujin (fin!)

TAGLIST (CLOSED) : @sukirene @lluvjjun @jwielle @francinethings23 @alwayswook @222brainrot @planethyuka @xinxinyy @rikimylove @ilovewonyo @haohyo @euphoriashimkongz @ilovechanhee @wtfhyuck @xxpr3ttyk173rxx @wccycc @replayenthusiast @shotaroswifeyily @stryroses @cosmic-marauder @woncoree @haowonbins @avocarua @147file @i-yeseo @cyberpunksunwoo @chaerybae @wonyoungsvirus @minfolio @07yujin @imsodazed @marshwatz @v-sh

[jungkookschin]

demigod trials: fates intertwined | two

synopsis: you met jungkook at camp half-blood when you were 10 years old. since then, your fates have been infinitely intertwined.

word count: 10k

pairing: son of ares!jungkook x daughter of hephaestus!reader

genre: camp half blood au, percy jackson au, demigod au, childhood friends to lovers, exes to lovers , enemies to lovers, jungkook is sooo in love, jungkook is emotionally constipated, THEY FALL INTO TARTARUS TOGETHERR, jk and y/n are supposed to be reminiscent of percabeth, y/n can wield fire 😳 , ANGSTYY, taehyung as a son of poseidon, namjoon son of athena, mingyu son of jupiter, mina daughter of venus,

warnings: death, angst, blood, kinda gruesome, SMUT (not explicit at all- it's told more in a poetic way), v card loss, many percy jackson references, character death (she comes back to life)

author’s note

chapter 1 | chapter 2 | chapter 3 | chapter 3.5 | chapter four

That morning, Jungkook, Namjoon (son of Athena), Taehyung (son of Poseidon), Jinyoung (son of Hermes), Jennie (daughter of Hades), Jaehyun (son of Apollo), Jisoo (daughter of Demeter), Mark (son of Hephaestus), and Yeri (the satyr) gathered around the ping pong table in the Big House, as called by Chiron.

The purpose of the gathering was to address the need for camp expansion. With the current cabins unable to accommodate all the demigods, it seemed impractical to have 22-year olds like Jungkook share living quarters with ten year-olds.  

Namjoon unfolded the blueprints across the ping pong table, revealing intricate architectural designs for every cabin, along with plans to make space for adjacent cabins to accommodate all the demigods. 

“So,” Taehyung begins, “We can separate the cabins by, like, minors and 18+?” he shrugs, to which everyone murmurs in agreement. 

“Gods, that sounds good,” Jinyoung asserts, “My eight year old brother pulled condoms from my bag and kept asking me what they were! Can you imagine how I felt?” 

Jennie swats Jinyoung’s chest. “Seriously? In front of Chiron?”

Jinyoung shrugs, “We’re all grown, I’m sure Chiron is aware of- that we… you know,”

Chiron sighs. “I’ve experienced worse with my brothers the Party Ponies. If anything, this is all the more reason to push for expansion. We must ensure the children are not inadvertently exposed to your... daily activities,” he finishes, eliciting laughter from the cabin leaders. 

Jisoo plants her palms on the ping pong table and looks over the blueprints for the Demeter cabin. She bats her lashes at Namjoon. “Any way you can expand our garden, too?”, to which Yeri the satyr joins and uses her puppy eyes on him. 

When Namjoon sighs and acquiesces, Jisoo and Yeri interlock fingers and squeal in excitement.  

“In that case, can I get a pool in my cabin?-”

“Taehyung, shut up.”

Mark steps through and rapidly scans Namjoon’s blueprints before stepping back and nodding. “The Hephaestus cabin can do this in two weeks min and a month max.”

Jungkook dealt with weird emotions each time he crossed paths with Mark, your younger brother. Seeing Mark earnestly step up to lead the Hephaestus cabin, carrying the responsibilities you once shouldered, filled Jungkook with indescribable pride and sorrow.

“Anything we can do to help, then?” Jungkook offers to which Mark nods

“Namjoon and I can organize a list of materials we need for each cabin to gather. But beyond that, it would be best if you all stayed out of our ways, erm- respectfully, of course,” Mark responds. 

Jaehyun laughs at that, throwing a lazy arm around Mark. “I’m so proud of you,” he nuzzles his forehead against the side of Mark’s head, “Our baby is all grown up.”

“Eww, get off me,” Mark responds, lightly nudging Jaehyun away.

-

Later in the day, Jungkook started collecting the materials Mark had instructed the Ares cabin to gather. He ran into the woods to start cutting wood when he senses another presence. 

A monster, maybe, or perhaps a nymph or satyr wandering about. The sound of footsteps rustling through the dry leaves Jungkook further concerned, and he unsheathes his Celestial Bronze knife. “Show yourself.”

You step out from behind a tree in a fresh set of clothes and Jungkook drops his knife. 

He looks at you, and you look at him. 

In an instant, Jungkook's pupils burst into flaming orbs as he draws his sword, swiftly advancing towards you. The sheer disdain etched on his features is unforgettable, and you quickly realize that he likely mistook you for a monster taking on your appearance.

You turn around and run. You sprint towards the camp barriers, screaming for your life before you trip on a rock, sending you sprawling onto the ground, your face meeting the cold, hard earth.

Confusion clouds Jungkook's features as he slows his pursuit. He looks you up and down, uncertainty written across his face as he assesses the situation.

“Jungkook! It’s me! It’s actually me! Stop!” you scream, desperately trying to make him recognize you. 

He assumes a defensive stance, but his voice quivers. “Y/N?”

“Jungkook,” you respond breathlessly, “I can explain. Did Rosie tell you guys about the Physician’s Cure?”

Jungkook comes to a sudden halt. "I... just..." His brain malfunctions, leaving him at a loss for words in your presence. 

He pulls himself together. “I’m going to arrest you and take you to the Big House… just in case.”

You appear a little stunned but you nod, reaching into your magic toolbelt to pull out handcuffs, grinning at him a little when you toss them to him. 

-

News of your return spread through the camp like a wildfire. Jungkook guides you to the Big House while a crowd of people formed around him

His heart insists that it’s you, and his soul is screaming at him that it’s you, but after all this time he refuses to believe it. 

-

Camp Half-Blood achieved a new milestone by hosting the highest number of meetings in a single day: 2. 

The ping pong table has been folded and moved to the side, leaving a single chair in the empty space for you- or a monster pretending to be you.

All the cabin leaders sprinted to the Big House once they heard the news.

Taehyung and Namjoon, sweaty from sprinting from the pegasi stables, stand in the doorway to catch a glimpse of you.

Taehyung instantly falls to his knees and Namjoon drops the notebook in his hand.

The seas of people part at the sound of Chiron’s hooves, whose face morphed into exasperation at your appearance. “My gods, it can’t be. Y/N?”

You smile shyly, tucking a strand of hair behind your air before waving with your fingers, “Hi?”

Jennie peeked from behind Chiron, gasping, and she tried to run towards you until Chiron stuck his arm out to stop her.

Jaehyun stepped forward with a bow strung on his arrow, ready to fire at any moment. “Explain,” he seethes.

“Oh,” you laugh awkwardly, combing through your hair with your fingers, “What a warm welcome.”

A horn blows throughout the camp, signaling the arrival of the Roman demigods, who were alerted of the news immediately after Jungkook made the announcement. 

Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood established a teleportation portal between the two camps, allowing instant and seamless communication.

Rose passed through the crowd, gasping when her eyes landed on you. Ignoring Chiron’s warnings, she ran to you, her hands falling on your shoulders.

“The Physician’s Cure?” she asks, breathless.

You nod, and she embraces you tightly, tears streaming down her face. “Fuck, Y/N. It fucking worked It’s a miracle.”

“Rose Park,” Mina’s voice echoes throughout the building, and she assumes an offensive stance with her Imperial Gold spatha. “You’ll be under arrest for treason if you don’t explain what’s going on.”

You rise abruptly, shielding Rose with your body. “I’ll explain. I am Y/N L/N, and it’s true that I died, but I was brought back to life with the Physician’s Cure.”

“On the ship, after Jungkook and I returned from Tartarus,” you begin, your eyes flickering towards Jungkook, “Rose and I began developing the Physician's Cure, an injection that can bring anybody back to life. It was formulated by Asclepius, son of Apollo and the god of medicine.”

Rose nods sternly. “I’d been researching the Physician’s Cure for years,” she adds, “Y/N was the only one I trusted with its formula, and we did it. I thought we had failed, but Gods, it worked.”

You vigorously nod. “And I had this idea- this idea that I had to be the one to kill Gaia. To storm or fire the world shall fall,” you state, recalling the prophecy,  “I’m fire. It had to be me. So Rosie and I devised a plan to kill Gaia for good. And I knew the risks, I knew I could die-  but when Rosie told me about the Physician’s Cure I knew I had to do it. It was a sign from the fates. I had to get rid of Gaia by burning her to death, and the only way I could do it was burning myself to death. We would fly Gaia away from her home court, burn her to death, and Pulchra would bring me back with the Physician's Cure.”

Jungkook’s features twist in pain, in betrayal. “So it wasn’t an accident? You planned on dying without telling us?” 

His attention turns towards Rose. “And you knew?” he seethes, “This whole time, all this pain could have been avoided-“

“I thought she was dead!” Rose responds, “You were so depressed I didn’t want to give you any false hope! That injection had a 10% chance of working- I didn’t know!”

“So you knew Y/N was going to die and did nothing about it,” Taehyung seethes.

“It was my choice,” you interject, “It was for the mission. Gaia is gone and that means it was a success.”

Jungkook scoffs. “To storm or fire the world shall fall,” he recites the prophecy. “Storm would have sufficed. Mingyu and I had a plan, Y/N. We could have avoided all this.”

“But Mingyu would have died!” You respond.

“I wouldn’t have!” Mingyu interjects, “With all due respect, my body could have taken it,” He puts a hand on his heart to convey his sincerity. “You should have told us. Can you imagine how Jungkook and I felt when you fucking died in front of us? And we couldn’t do anything about it?”

“I’m here now, aren’t I? Why does it matter?”

Mingyu looks at you with an especially crestfallen expression and your stomach plummets. You shift your gaze to Jungkook and he looks arguably worse, eyes turning red as he stares at the ground, shaking his head in disbelief.

Chiron steps in the middle to intervene. “That’s enough, everybody. Let Y/N finish her story. Where have you been the past two years?”

Your face falls and your knees buckle. “T-two years? What?”

Rosie hooks her arm through yours. “It’s been two years. Take a minute to process everything.” She leads you to your seat, and you inhale so deeply your chest hurts.

Two years? It was just yesterday that you incinerated Gaia.

“I-I woke up on an island,” you explain, “I don’t know where exactly I was, but it was somewhere in the Indian ocean. I made some tweaks to Pulchra’s GPS system and flew back here as fast as I could.”

Jungkook nods bitterly, tears streaming down his face as he addresses you. “Yea Y/N, it’s been two years- two fucking years. We’re not teenagers anymore, we’re adults and we take responsibility for our actions,” he bitterly states.

“Kook, I-I’m sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

“Did you know that we spent six months looking for you? Traveled every sea, walked every country to find you, even though the Hades kids confirmed your death?” Jungkook adds, voice quivering. “So this information would have been nice to know when were on that ship for six fucking months,” he seethes, redirecting his attention to Rose.

“Don’t blame her,” you interject, “She was in a tough position, she couldn’t have-“

“Oh don’t worry, inferno princess, I blame you too. I must’ve meant shit to you if you were planning on dying without telling me. Did everything…” he trails off, gazing at you with such profound betrayal, “Did everything mean nothing to you?”

You shake your head, unable to conjure a proper response. “I-I thought I’d only be gone for a few hours Kook- I didn’t know-”

“And if the Physician’s Cure didn’t work?” Jungkook asks, staring at you incredulously, “Rose herself said it had a 90% failure rate, so if it didn’t work, you would have just died and expected me to live with myself? To live without you?” The pain in his chest is nearly unbearable, and sadness envelopes your entire being.

“I’m sorry,” is all you say.

“Sorry? Sorry? So that night when we- when you- with the candles, did you know? Did you know you were going to die?” Jungkook asks.

Your face falls, and Jungkook bitterly scoffs at that. “What you did wasn’t heroic, Y/N. What you did was cruel. You’re- you’re crueler than the gods.” And with that, he bitterly stomps away, the crowd parting for his exit.

Chiron clears his throat, walking towards the middle of the room before he announces “Campers under the age of 20, you are dismissed. Return to your daily activities immediately.”

You gaze at your trembling hands, struggling to comprehend everything, when Namjoon engulfs you in the most intense hug he's ever given. In his embrace, you crumble and break into tears.

“Gods Y/N, I’m just- I’m glad you’re back.”

You embrace him with the same intensity, crying into his shoulders. 

You refuse to let Namjoon go until you’re ripped from him from the hem of your shirt and pulled into Taehyung’s embrace. He’s crying harder than you, body trembling as he holds you and at that moment, you would do anything to ease his anxiety and calm the tremors coursing through his body. You sniffle, rubbing his back up and down with your palms, and the only thing you can say to him is that you’re sorry.

Mingyu is up next, and as pissed off as he was, he holds you tight and cries into your shoulder. “You’re a fucking idiot,” he says and all you do is cry.

Mina, dropping her Spatha, rushes towards you, throwing herself into your arms. She buries her face in your hair, letting out guttural cries 

For hours, you and your childhood friends stay in the Big House, crying, hugging, and catching up.

-

That night at dinner, you reconvene with your siblings in the Hephaestus cabin, who ardently welcome you home with a toast to your father. 

Mark, your younger brother who is now the head of the Hephaestus cabin, receives the biggest hug the moment you spot him. He laughs and returns the hug with equal enthusiasm, saying, "So, does this mean I don’t have to be head counselor anymore?"

You shoot him a playful glare. “Don’t even. You’ve been doing so well. I’m proud of you. I’m sorry I couldn’t be there to help.”

“Of course, sis,” he adds, “It’s water under the bridge- you did save the world anyway,” he shrugs. 

During dinner, your gaze involuntarily wanders towards the Ares table, and Jungkook is noticeably absent.

The thought of what you did to Jungkook makes you sick to your stomach. Back then, your focus was solely on the quest, and you didn't want him to intervene because you believed the mission had to take precedence. 

The mission carried immense stress, and you had to devise a strategy to eliminate Gaia. The fate of the world hung in the balance, dependent on your actions. Your friends would've intervened if they knew, and Gaia might have fully come back to life.

Everything he said was true. You were selfish. You knew you were going to die and you pretended like everything was okay because you desperately clung onto that sense of normalcy you had with him.

You were selfish, and you were a coward. 

While dying for a noble cause sounds heroic- Jungkook was right, you were selfish. You would rather die than deal with the grief of losing your friends. 

-

Nobody says anything about your encounter with Jungkook, until Jaehyun approaches you after dinner.

As you walk back to the Hephaestus cabin, he scares the shit out of you when he appears from the shadows, “So, Jungkook? Were you guys like …?”

You’re a little taken aback, but you can’t help but notice the crestfallen expression on Jaehyun’s face and all you can do is nod. “He’s it for me. It’s him or nothing,” you respond.

Jaehyun tightens his lips and gives a nod. "I- well- alright. If you ever change your mind... just let me know," he says with an awkward smile. He offers to walk you back to your cabin, and you oblige to catch up with him. 

Walking past the Ares cabin, you can’t help but notice two figures convening by its side, one on their tiptoes to kiss the other. You tilt your head and momentarily pause.

“Wait Y/N- we should just go back-“

Your heart drops when you realize it’s Jungkook and a girl, a girl you definitely don't recognize. She’s got her hands on his cheeks, her thumbs rubbing his skin soothingly, and he can’t seem to take his eyes off her as they speak to each other.

You shake your head, immediately backing away before you stumble and fall onto Jaehyun. He catches you, gaze immediately sweeping over your face. You collect yourself and wipe the dust from your clothes. 

"It-it's fine," you say, but tears are already streaming down your face. You sprint back to your cabin before Jaehyun can say anything.

-

That night, you can’t sleep. You and your younger brother Mark spend the entire night in the main room of the Hephaestus cabin, poring over a blueprint of a prototype he's working on for the new 18+ Hephaestus cabin.

"Obviously, I'm not sticking to Namjoon's blueprints for our cabin," Mark declares, as if it's the most evident statement, “Since you and I are the only 18+ kids in our cabin, we’re gonna make that shit the best building Camp Half-Blood’s ever seen!” he expresses with a twinkle in his eye.

You smile at his enthusiasm as you scan over his blueprints. “Jacuzzi tub for every bunk?” you express, “I like how you think little brother.”

For hours, you and Mark review blueprints, constructing the best cabin to ever be built.

-

The next morning, you and Mark look like death, but you insist on heading to breakfast anyway.

Your expression darkens as you catch sight of Jungkook and his girlfriend walking towards the dining hall. Mark instantly notices the shift in your mood and attempts to divert your attention by sharing another idea he had for the cabin.

Throughout the night, you had confided in your brother about the details of your past relationship with Jungkook, and now he fills you in on the information he gathered about Jungkook's new girlfriend.

A descendant of the Roman Apollo, Sofia traveled all the way to Camp Half-Blood to visit Jungkook.

In Jungkook's eyes, Sofia became a symbol of unwavering support, a pillar of unconditional devotion, and Mark’s verbiage makes you feel infinitely worse, considering that you disappeared after three weeks of dating Jungkook. 

You know, maybe you weren’t so in the wrong. Ironically, considering he has moved on, perhaps you weren't as significant to him as you thought, not enough for him to hold on for two years.

Instead, you direct your attention to Mark’s plans for magical laundry chutes throughout the new Hephaestus cabin.

Taehyung and Namjoon join you for breakfast at the Hephaestus table, eagerly spilling everything they’ve accomplished the past two years.

Namjoon is now Chief Architect for Mount Olympus, and Taehyung discovered an underwater Camp Half-Blood for mermen. Mina and Mingyu join later and you immerse yourself in conversation, learning that Mina and Mingyu are the Praetors for the Roman Legion.

You smile at everybody, eagerly chatting and listening along, perceiving exactly how much you missed the past two years, as happy as you are for your friends, you’re heartbroken by the realization of your prolonged absence. 

You’re pulled from your trance when Mina makes a damning statement. “Rose is on probation. She’s going to be put on trial for treason against the Legion and conspiring for your death.”

You freeze. 

“What?”

Mina sighs. “I’m sorry Y/N, but that’s the law. I can’t bend rules because she’s my friend.”

The tension at the table is palpable, and you stare at Mingyu and Mina with a tenacious reflection in your eyes.

“Where is she?” you ask, adrenaline surging through your veins.

Mina and Mingyu exchange glances, imploring the other to answer the question. “She’s in a jail cell back in Camp Jupiter,” Mingyu finally answers.

You gasp, abruptly rising to your feet before Taehyung grabs your hand to stop you from going anywhere. “Y/N, sit,” he says through gritted teeth.

As you stand, eyes searching for answers, you catch Taehyung's grip on your hand and the subtle shake of Namjoon's head.  You glance around and notice the curious and concerned gazes of fellow demigods in the dining hall. Innocent children, still unaware of the haunting reality of being a demigod.

These are the demigods you once swore to protect. You can't afford to disrupt the fragile peace that binds them together, even if your heart screams for justice.

Feeling the weight of the collective gaze, you reluctantly sink back into your seat. The metal chair feels cold against your skin, mirroring the chill that has settled in your heart.

Immediately after breakfast, the head counselors for every cabin meet at the Big House for yet another meeting. You’re back in the middle of the room, all eyes on you as you implore your friends to stick up for Rose. 

"You can't go through with this," you express with exasperation, directing your gaze at Mina and Mingyu.

Mina dismissively shakes her head, her expression resolute. "It's not just about you," she emphasizes, "Well, it is but it's also about the principles we stand for in this camp. Trust, transparency, and accountability are crucial, especially when lives are at stake. Rose's actions have raised questions about the very foundations of our community."

The weight of Mina's words hangs in the air, and you can sense the gravity of the situation settling in the room.

“Killing Gaia my way was the only way, and I can prove it,” you counter. “Rose did the right thing. She saved the world.”

Mark, your little brother, steps forward and places a comforting shoulder on the small of your back.

“Jungkook is right,” Mina adds, “We were on a quest for six months to find you. She should have said something, but she didn't. She committed a crime against the Roman Legion."

At the mention of Jungkook's name, your gaze shifts toward him. He's leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, eyes trained downward.

You shake your head. “The Physician’s Cure was a prototype. We both knew that it probably wouldn’t work. What’s the point of bringing it up? To turn the six month quest into a year long quest? You have to understand her-“

Jaehyun grimaces, biting his lip, immediately speaking up. “Y/N, you don’t get it. After you died, it was rough. Really rough. Rose is in the wrong. She should have said something. She alone could have provided us more clarity, more closure.”

"And this isn't just about you; it's about the entire quest, the well-being of everyone involved,” Namjoon adds, his expression grave. “Hiding the details of your death is a serious offense in the eyes of both gods and mortals.”

You pause. “I get it. I really do, but what was she supposed to do? Would she have gone to jail for ‘conspiring in my death’ if she said anything? The reason we planned it out without telling you guys was because we knew you would stop me. The quest takes precedence. We had to put the quest first. And that’s what we did.”

Jisoo intervenes. “Y/N has a point. If Rosie mentioned the Physician’s Cure, would that have made a difference? It would have just left us with uncertainty, and we would have gone in circles around the world clinging on to hope. Isn’t it good that we moved forward?”

The room stills at Jisoo’s comment, silently acknowledging the validity of her point.

Ignorance is bliss, and Rose left both camps blissfully ignorant, free to move forward with the closure that they exhausted all efforts to find you.  

You venture to ask something at that moment. “If I told you guys what I was planning… would you have stopped me?” You finally ask, eyes flickering to the demigods present on the quest.

Mina shakes her head almost immediately. “I wouldn’t have. You’re right Y/N. The quest takes precedence and the prophecy clearly states  ‘To storm or fire the world must fall’.”

“I would have,” Taehyung states. “100%, and I wouldn't do anything differently if it happened today.”

“I-“ you look around, “I can prove why it had to be fire and not storm. Mingyu, your plan would have never worked in the sense that there would have been too much collateral damage.”

Mingyu tilts his head at your comment, and you whip out a white board marker, approaching the white board on the wall.

“Do you know how hot I burned to incinerate Gaia?” you ask everyone, and everybody’s eyes follow you- even Jungkook’s, listening and watching intently.

In bright red letters, you write 1,200-2,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

“That’s how hot lava burns,” you explain, pausing before you write another figure on the board. 

10,000 degrees Fahrenheit.

“I burned at 10,000 degrees when I finally incinerated Gaia,” you state, and everybody looks dumbfounded at the number, unable to comprehend how hot 10,000 degrees actually is. “That’s as hot as the surface of the sun. At 10,000 degrees, matter does not exist, atoms do not exist- it simply implodes.”

The next thing you write on the board is 

Saffir Sampson Hurricane Wind Scale. 

Pointing to it, you explain, “This is how we measure intensity of storms. It rates hurricanes from Category 1 to Category 5 based on wind speeds. The deadliest hurricane on this scale was Hurricane Mitch in 1998, with wind speeds exceeding 155 miles per hour,” you explain, writing 155 MPH on the board. 

Everyone appears to be aware of the direction you're heading, yet you still need to articulate it to drive your point home.

“Hurricane Mitch resulted in 11,000 to 19,000 fatalities, and I’m not even talking about injuries or displacement. So imagine the devastation of a storm with an intensity equivalent to 10,000 degrees Fahrenheit!”

Namjoon tilts his head, rising. “I get what you’re saying but that argument won’t hold up in court. Conversion metrics between temperature and speed don’t exist in Science- but hypothetically, a storm strong enough to kill Gaia would also kill a lot of people in its wake.”

You nod vigorously. “So Rose, by keeping a secret, killed Gaia and potentially saved the lives of thousands! Beyond that, you’re free to question her moral integrity, but it wouldn’t make a difference anyways!”

The features of Mingyu, the man who is responsible for stirring this hypothetical storm, morph into deep contemplation. “You’re free to argue that in court, Y/N. Our job is to uphold Roman law. I’m sorry.”

-

Your testimony for Rose in court reveals to be successful. The charges are dropped against Rose, and she is reinstated as the Official Healer for the Roman Legion.

However, Rose’s acquittal fails to supersede the animosity, hatred, and damage that have infiltrated the once-unbreakable bond among the seven demigods who triumphed over the Earth mother Gaia. 

While the evil primordial goddess was physically dead, she successfully sowed her seeds of disdain within your group of friends. 

The tension between Rose, Mina and Mingyu is more palpable than ever. How can a friendship be repaired after your best friends send you to jail?  Rose refuses to talk to Mina and you can’t blame her. Nor can you blame Mina and Mingyu. You understand the rigidity of the role of Praetor, and Mina and Mingyu were simply fulfilling their duty.  

At the same time, Jungkook still refuses to acknowledge your existence. If he sees you, he turns the opposite direction, not batting a lash at you. 

The hurt in his eyes and the bitterness in his actions show how horribly he feels betrayed, and it makes you sick to your stomach. Despite Namjoon and Taehyung's assurances that he'll eventually come around, your intuition tells you that Jungkook's actions aren’t a choice he’s making willingly, but rather a burden too heavy for him to bear.  

The bonds that once held your group together are now strained with secrets, regrets, and the harsh realities of the decisions you made.

You can’t even fathom how or if your friendships will ever be repaired. The wounds go deep, leaving scars that aren't just physical – they're emotional and psychological, ingrained in the very essence of your shared history.

-

It’s only three months after your miraculous return that Jungkook speaks to you. 

By this time, the construction of the 18+ cabins were complete, meaning that all demigods over the age of 18 were given their own quarters separate from their little siblings. 

Jungwon, a thirteen year old kid from the Ares cabin, established his name amongst Camp Half-Blood as the next best swordsman after Jungkook, of course. 

Last month, he ventured on a quest now dubbed the Quest to the City Stuck in Time. Eldritch Haven, a quaint city in Maine, became seemingly stuck in time. The Oracle only called for a 13 year old Jungwon, calling him to eradicate the threat of the Lamented Souls- vengeful spirits ensnaring the city in a temporal web.

As requested by Chiron, you forged Jungwon a brand new Celestial Bronze blade called Kataklysmós, or Cataclysm, the forthbringer of destruction. 

Armed with the freshly crafted blade, you secure it in its sheath and make your way to the Ares cabins. Of course, Jungwon resides in the cabin for minors, so you politely knock on the door to present him with his newly forged blade. 

The door knob turns and to your surprise, Jungkook greets you. 

He gazes at you, his expression devoid of any emotion, and his eyes pass from your face to the sword held in your hand.

“Come in.” 

You abhor how he addresses you with such formality.

You follow Jungkook to the living room within the cabin, gingerly taking a seat on the leather sofa before Jungwon pops out from the adjacent room. He greets you with a firm and brief handshake before sitting on the couch in front of you. 

Jungkook looms behind his younger brother, arms crossed as he scrutinizes every inch of your face. Gods, as handsome as he was, he also is the most terrifying and intimidating man you’ve ever encountered. 

You clear your throat and unsheathe the blade. “Jungwon, I present you with the Kataklysmós. Henceforth, this blade shall be your weapon of choice on quests and your primary tool against monsters. Your skills were recognized by Chiron, and he prompted me to design and construct the finest sword I’ve ever created.”

Jungwon's eyes gleam as they lock onto the sword, sparkling against the silver reflection of the blade. Anyone could tell that this kid has fallen in love at first sight. 

Honestly, you feel the same. This blade is the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen. Kataklysmós is a celestial bronze blade adorned with intricate engravings depicting scenes of Jungwon slicing through the Lamented Souls. Its hilt, crafted from Stygian iron, features a blood-red gemstone at its pommel, a gemstone embedded with divine magic. 

 “Not only does this sword enhance the weapon's slicing capability, it is magically embedded with divine magic. So, long as you form a soul link with your weapon, Kataklysmós will absorb the essence of fallen enemies, temporarily enhancing the wielder's strength and combat prowess.”

A small gasp leaves Jungwon’s lips and  his gaze shifts from the sword to you. “What?” he asks like his breath has been taken away.

“A soul binding link,” you clarify, “You have to form a bond with your weapon for its celestial energy to be channeled,” your eyes flicker towards Jungkook whose features are twisted in a mixture of confusion and curiosity, and his face slightly disorients you so you clear your throat.

“This is new technology. My little brother Mark, Chiron, and I have been working on forging weapons with magical enhancement,” you elaborate.

“Weapons with divine energy from ancient times exist, but creating one has been a significantly challenging process” you continue, looking back at Jungwon, “So I don’t know exactly how you’ll form a soul tie with your blade, but I know you can do it. Chiron chose you to be the first wielder of a magically enhanced weapon for a reason.” You offer Jungwon a sisterly smile, and he appears like a fish, unable to comprehend your words.

“If this is the first weapon, doesn’t Cataclysm run the risk of causing harm to Jungwon?” Jungkook jumps in, question stern and abrupt.

You shake your head, locking eyes with him. “Magical enhancements don’t work that way. It only runs the risk of not working. It can only cause harm to its user if I enchanted it with some evil spell,” you confirm.

“Gonna pull out a whiteboard to explain that too? We have one in the other room,” he shrugs.

You wish there was someone you knew to exchange uncomfortable glances with, because was he cracking a joke after not acknowledging your existence for three months?

“Um-“

“Excuse my brother,” Jungwon intervenes, “It truly is a blessing to be the first candidate chosen to weild an enchanted blade. Thank you, Y/N.”

Observing Jungwon fixedly gazing at you with earnest eyes, you can’t help but think that 13-year old Jungwon is a stark contrast from 13-year old Jungkook. Jungwon is polite, a sweetie pie if you’ve ever seen one. 13-year old Jungkook cursed at Chiron, was a fireball of impulsivity, wreaking havoc everywhere he went.

You smile. “Yea Jungwon. I know you can do it. Congratulations on your last quest.” 

“However, I do need you to keep a log of your progress," you add, retrieving a small notebook from your pocket. "Every day, as you work on forming a soul tie, fill out the form in this book. It's straightforward, covering things like the time you spent practicing with the sword and your thoughts during the process."

Jungwon nods, taking the logbook from you before flipping through it. “Got it, Y/N, and can I find you in the Hephaestus cabin if I have any questions?”

You nod. “Any time.”

With that, Jungwon gives you a final handshake before hurrying off to the dueling arena to practice parries and strikes.

You're on the verge of leaving when Jungkook clasps his arm around your wrist. His touch feels electrifying, and you look up at him.

"Let's talk."

-

Jungkook takes you to the 18+ Ares cabins, where so far, he is the only resident. The cabin looks different from how you constructed it, littered with his own personal Jungkook touch.

A sleek flat screen TV sits in the front of the room of the TV, a leather black couch you don’t recognize is littered with Hello Kitty plushies, probably from his girlfriend. The thought makes you nauseous.

You sit on the leather couch, watching as Jungkook whisks towards the kitchen to fill up a glass of water before handing it to you.

He sits next to you, his hands resting on his thighs. “I’m sorry, Y/N,” he states, and you’re a bit taken aback.

“Do you.. do you know what my fatal flaw is?” he continues, addressing you directly, not looking away even when you fail to meet his eyes.

Despite the years of separation, the answer is clear to you. With Jungkook, it was painfully obvious, and you caught on immediately during your adventures in Tartarus. 

“Yea,” you respond, “Love. Your fatal flaw is love.”

He nods, seemingly a bit taken aback before releasing a relieved laughter. “Of course.” He smiles cheekily to himself, a wave of nostalgia seemingly crashing over him. 

“That’s why..” Jungkook trails off, “That’s why I was so sensitive to… to your death,” he finishes. “I led the quest for six months around the world, and when we couldn’t find you, I left Camp Half-Blood for a year.”

You nod. You heard from the others what had occurred during your absence, but hearing it from Jungkook still makes your stomach drop. “I’m sorry Jungkook-“

“No,” he cuts you off, “I get it. You were right. Mine and Mingyu’s plan would have never worked. In the end, it was my fault,” He looks forward, a gleam of despondence reflective in his eyes, “I couldn’t protect you. It was my weakness that forced you to do something so dire, and you paid the price with your life.”

“This whole thing,” Jungkook continues, “This whole thing is a mess. The more I think about it, we were so young. Why did we have to go through all that?” He shakes his head in disbelief.

“If you told me about your plan, I would have gone ballistic,” he describes, face twisting with emotion, “And- and if Rosie told me what actually happened, gods, I would have destroyed Apollo’s shrine with my bare hands.” 

“So maybe you were right to hide it from me. It sucks to say it, but our relationship was a small price to pay for saving the world, and as demigods we have to bear that burden.”

Your hands still, and this impulsive little demon living inside you is screaming tell him you love him, tell him you want him! Instead, you shakily exhale, blinking tears from your eyes. 

Usually, when you cry, Jungkook wipes your tears or counsels you with his embrace.

  This time he does nothing.

“We were kids,” he concurs, “The gods put us in this situation. You did your best, Y/N. Thank you for serving diligently.”

Unknowingly, your hands grasp onto the Hello Kitty plushie by your side, mistaking it for a pillow to hold. When you realize what you're clutching, you quickly set it down. “Sorry. That’s from... your—your—“

“My girlfriend?” Jungkook finishes, “My girlfriend…” he trails off, “Do you think I would even be speaking to you if I still had a girlfriend?”

You blink at him. “Did you guys.. break up?” You don’t realize you're holding your breath until you sigh in relief at his response.

“Yea,” he agrees. “Sofia’s a good girl. She needs someone who can love her, take care of her. I guess a kid of Ares isn’t that guy. She said I was too emotionally unavailable and found some other guy in Camp Jupiter.” He shrugs it off.

You’re a bit taken aback by that. Sofia seemed so enamored with Jungkook; you can’t fathom that she was the one to break it off.

Jungkook bitterly laughs. “The gods fucked us up so bad no one in our generation will ever get married.”

You know Jungkook is doing his Jungkook thing by coping with humor, but you can’t bring yourself to laugh along. Looking down with despondency at the Hello Kitty plushie, a sad “Yea,” is all you’re able to conjure.

As you both stare at the Hello Kitty plushy, Jungkook breaks the somber atmosphere with a casual tone. "So Y/N, friends?" he asks, a small smile playing on his lips. "It sucks to not talk to you—I mean, I still use this stupid knife all the time," he says, pointing to the Celestial Bronze knife you crafted for him all those years ago.

You smile, nodding at Jungkook. “Yea,” you concur, “Friends.”

-

Rebuilding your friendship with Jungkook was a lovely experience. You loved him and wanted him in any way, and if that was to be platonic, you would take it.

Countless hours were spent in the 18+ Poseidon cabin, immersed in the cool waters of Taehyung’s pool. Jungkook joined you in the forge, learning how to craft magically embedded weapons, and for an Ares kid, he wasn’t so horrible at it. As counselors for your cabins, you both emerged as pillars and leaders for the young demigods, echoing the very positions you once occupied years ago.

Neither of you dared to cross the boundary between friendship and love, and maybe it was better that way. It was too painful to love. There was too much at risk.

At 23, Jungkook embarks on a one-year journey to Camp Jupiter, assuming the role of Assistant Commander for the Roman Legion. A Greek in the Roman Legion was almost unheard of, but Jungkook who was highly respected for everything he accomplished, seized an unprecedented opportunity. 

At 24, you find yourself presented with the opportunity to work in your father Hephaestus's forge for a year. Immediately, you accept it and bid goodbye to your friends in Camp Jupiter and Camp Half-Blood. 

And at age 25, you return to Earth, reuniting with Jungkook at Camp Jupiter for a meeting- a meeting of seemingly great importance, considering that the most powerful demigods have been summoned to gather.

-

25 years old

As Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook, and you meander around the grounds of New Rome, you explore the coffee shops, savoring the thrill of the bustling city and immersing yourselves in the rich tapestry of its culture.

You’re standing by a statue of your father in his Roman form Vulcan, posing with Namjoon for the photo while Jungkook snaps a shot. 

You skip over to Jungkook, looking over his shoulder to view the photo before you’re tackled to the ground. 

“Y/N! You bitch!” Rose, daughter of Apollo, is on top of you, holding her Imperial Gold dagger to your neck. She’s fuming, her face scrunched in hatred, and you already know what this is about. 

Jungkook, Namjoon, and Taehyung aren’t sure if they should intervene; perhaps this was the cute new way you girls greeted each other (?)

Namjoon intervenes only when Rose starts drawing blood from your neck, and somehow, Rose has acquired monstrous strength, as she doesn't budge an inch when. Instead, she elbows him in the crotch and Namjoon falls to the floor with a thud. 

Apollo: 1. Athena: 0.

“Y/N, you fucked my dad?!” Rose seethes, threatening to push the dagger further into your neck.

“Get off!” You employ your feet to push her away from your body and start wiping the blood from your neck.

Romantic entanglements between gods and demigods weren't uncommon. In various stories from Greek mythology, gods were known for their pursuits of mortal beings, including demigods. Quite frankly, the gods didn’t care that demigods were children of the other gods- they really had no decency. Anyone was free game. 

“I did not fuck your dad!” you enunciate, “He came after me. I turned him down every time.”

“You liar!” She hisses, and suddenly she eerily resembles Lamia- the same demon who tried to kill you multiple times- before she pounces after you. Before you can comprehend it, you’re sprinting away. 

Thank the gods Taehyung, your knight in shining armor, restrains Rose, locking her wrists behind her back. “Gods Rose, it’s not Y/N’s fault your dad is a slut,” Taehyung murmurs, looking up and raising his brows in amusement. 

Rose quite literally growls at that, trying to release herself from Taehyung’s grip, and honestly you’re scared she’s going to kill you. 

“Y/N, I swear to the gods- if you fucked my dad, I’m going to murder you,” she hisses, fuming from her ears. 

“I did not fuck your dad! Are you insane?!” 

“Taehyung, let me go!” Rose screams, “I’m not going to do anything, just let me go!” She screeches. Taehyung obliges and she falls on her face. 

Her chest rises up and down while she catches her breath. She looks up at you,  murderous intent still in her eyes. “Tell me everything that happened.”

-

During your time on Olympus, the god Apollo approached you in the forge multiple times, attempting to coax you into sleeping with him. You weren’t flattered, nor were you offended. It was Apollo being Apollo. 

Under the protection of your father, you were able to pretend that he didn’t exist. Hephaestus soon got fed up and engineered a metal net to put an end to Apollo’s visits. 

That’s how you, Namjoon, Taehyung, Jungkook and Rose end up at a nearby cafe, chowing down on pizza while you retell the story. 

“Why are you blaming me for this?” you deadpan, “In what world would you be blaming me for your dad trying to sleep with me?” 

Rose slams her face on the table, “I had a dream, Y/N. Not a dream, a fucking nightmare. I had a very vivid and repulsive dream of you and my father and I- I- Gods, my daddy issues are so horrible,” she mutters into the metal surface. 

Jungkook places a comforting hand on her shoulder. “Yea, me too,” he concurs, blankly staring into the atmosphere. 

Taehyung dismisses the notion with a wave of his hand, “You should’ve known it was a dream and not a vision. My Y/N’s a good girl- she doesn’t do stuff like that.” Teasingly, he inches closer towards you and drapes an arm over your shoulder.  

Your features twist in disgust and you whack him in the head with a rolled up newspaper. 

Jungkook shrugs, "Y/N is beautiful. We all know that. It was bound to happen eventually," he takes a sip from his iced coffee, so nonchalant, like he doesn’t know how you desperately cling on to his every word, dying a little inside at his little compliment.

Namjoon side-eyes you. 

Rose scoffs, glaring at Jungkook, “My father. My father tried to fuck my best friend. That wasn’t just bound to happen.”

Taehyung grins, “Y/N kissed your brother and then fucked your dad. Are you sure she’s your best friend?” he muses, so blatantly trying to trigger another cat fight between you and Rose. 

Instead, you both frown deeply at him. 

“So are you going to apologize to me for elbowing me in the balls or-” 

“Gods Namjoon, I’m sorry. I was in the wrong. Blah, blah, blah,”

While Taehyung, Namjoon, and Rose bicker amongst each other Jungkook turns towards you, pointing to his neck, prompting you to look down at yours. “Want me to bandage it for you?” he mouths, to which you shake your head.

Rose didn’t cut you that deep. A sip of ambrosia would do the trick. 

“You sure?” he mouths. 

You nod. “It’s all good.”

-

The Senate House is home to important gatherings, crucial decisions, and the collective wisdom of the Roman demigods who shape the destiny of New Rome.

As you enter, you can feel the palpable tension in the air, making it seem colder than the rest of New Rome.

Jennie, daughter of Hades, stands at the podium, her stunning features clouded with pure exhaustion. She looks like a walking corpse with her cheekbones caved in and a gray shadow casting over her face. The aura she exudes is so dark that you can feel its weight from meters away. 

She locks eyes with you but quickly averts her gaze, beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead. She begins trembling intensely, and Mina, daughter of Venus and the Praetor of the Roman Legion, rushes over to hand Jennie a bottle of water. 

In the corner of your eye, you notice Mingyu conversing with another soldier in the Roman Legion. He seems taller and more muscular, his usual playful demeanor crushed under the weight of a serious expression on his face. He oddly resembles Atlas, a titan forced to hold the weight of the sky, and it sends chills down your body. 

Timidly, you take a seat in the audience and wait for the meeting to be called into order. 

Mina and Mingyu step in front of the podium. "Senators and esteemed demigods of Rome and Greece, your immediate attention is required. We gather here not in routine matters, but in the face of an unprecedented and dire threat. Our very existence is under siege, and the safety of our camp hangs in the balance,” Mina begins

“I beseech you, lend me your ears and hearts, for what I am about to reveal is of utmost gravity. Recent developments have uncovered a menace that surpasses any we have faced before. The threads of fate are unraveling, and the forces that threaten us are ancient, powerful, and malevolent,” Mingyu continues before glancing at Jennie. 

With a gulp, she addresses the assembly through the microphone. “Hades, my father, has lost his reign over the Underworld. The primordial god Tartarus has plunged the Underworld into chaos and is plotting to ascend to the surface, aiming to annihilate both demigods and gods.”

Her gaze shifts towards you and Jungkook. "He has somehow taken control of my body, sending me vivid and disturbing dreams. He's furious and demands a sacrifice – a sacrifice of the demigods who once intruded into Tartarus six years ago. If we don't comply, he threatens to rise to Earth through the surface of Camp Jupiter, annihilating Camp Jupiter completely upon his return."

-

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author’s note

[astroyongie]

My ask will be if you could answer on what you think that this idol gives major their zodiac sign vibes like for Aquarius is Jaehyun and for other signs as well. I simpler words I mean that the idol gives the major vibes of their own respective zodiac signs. There can be multiple too.

Ohh this could be interesting to do!

Idols Who Give Me Their Sun Sign Vibes

Aries: Seonghwa, Irene

Taurus: Baekhyun, Jiu

Gemini: Hoshi, Natty

Cancer: Taeyong, Lia

Leo: Woodz, Hwasa

Virgo: Jinyoung, Wonyoung

Libra: Jooheon , Ningning

Scorpio: Changmin, Momo

Sagittarius: Shotaro, Harvey

Capricorn: V, Jisoo

Aquarius: Jaehyun, Seulgi

Pisces: Hyunjin, Sakura

[digitalgirls]

JINYOUNG ‘Cotton Candy’ M/V (2023)

[wannaeatramyeon]

Vin Jin with Unhinged F!Reader

Unhinged F!Reader: Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene

Enough with the games.

"Come on, let me see."

Even in his half dead state, Vin's hands remain glued to his eyes. You grab both wrists and pry them off effortlessly.

Of course the bastard's eyes are closed. You should have seen that coming.

"I'm gonna make you puke blood all night!"

Your eyebrows lift in amusement. Well well, this boy still has a surprising amount of bite.

"In your current state?" The snap of bone fills the air, closely followed by screams. "See? How do you expect to do anything to me."

"Y-you're crazy, you b-bitch!"

Vin's wrists juts out at an unnatural, opposing angle.

.

.

Your hand hovers uncertainly.

You're not sure if fighting someone in.. what was that again? Cheongliang? Gang? Fam? would be worth your time. This guy's reputation seems bigger than his actual feats.

So what if he's killed somebody. Hasn't everyone?

But rumours of his monstrous strength had crept through the grapevine, along with his penchant for wearing tinted sunglasses.

Seriously, what a freak. You smile. Well, you're a freak too.

You make up your mind, scribbling down his name.

.

.

Is it worse to be proven right or wrong? Probably the former in this case.

The judo moves and grappling are predictable from the onset. You don't receive so much as a scratch.

It's a bit too easy to be fun. However, his foul-mouthed insults and antics delights you.

The way this guy seems to pull countless pairs of sunglasses and goggles to instantly replace the one you shatter keeps your interest.

And it's been so long since anyone has managed to do that.

You shriek gleefully and your demonic grin stretches a little more each time Vin places a new pair upon his face.

How far does this rabbit hole go?

Fuck.

How was he supposed to know the moment he stepped out of the bathroom you would be there.

You're relentless. Vin has been cornered from the get-go and hates anyone, especially some random psychotic bitch, have the upper hand.

He considers leaving the glasses off to fight you. But proud as he is, it's plain to see the vast skill gap even without the handicap.

The first hit you landed proved that much.

It's one less humiliation to not show his deformity.

.

.

No longer having the use of his hands, the angry shouts and threats soon devolve to pathetic whimpers and pleading.

"Please... Don't look..."

That's more like it.

Your index and middle finger, taking on a V shape, start to lightly press on both eyelids. Digging a bit more with each passing second.

"How about I give you an out? Either you open your eyes, or I pluck them out to see what the fuss is about."

"You fucking..."

Your talons finally breaks skin, dots of crimson appearing from the punctures.

He gives in.

Opening his eyes, Vin looks at you like how everyone else looks at you. Abject terror and burning hatred. You wouldn't have it any other way.

Except... His eyes?!

"Holy shit, that's hot as fuck."

The terror and hatred melts into something else.

"What?"

"I said, you little freakshow, that your eyes are sexy as hell."

Oh you really do like this one. Those eyes would make such a pretty trophy.

Although-

You wonder about having those eyes reflect his soul breaking as you destroy him. Seeing them swim with emotion as you irreparably wreck him.

To you, victory is meaningless without ruining them physically, mentally, completely. This one still has too much life.

Perhaps a rematch is in order instead.

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 442 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made. The sole purpose of this is to provide summaries/reviews for each chapter so if you don’t want to see the rest of it, then just keep scrolling. It’s your choice.)

Time to cry all of our hearts out. 😫

Nuuuuuuuuuu poor babies 😭

OMGGGGG THE FIRST GEN. KINGS ARE HERE!!!!! AHHHHHHHH BRO I GOT MAD GOOSEBUMPS 😩

Ugh, this is making me feel touched and all. Everyone gathered in one place because they really respected him. Bruh, Imma cry again 😭😭😭 I hope Taesoo Ma, Gongseop Ji, and the rest of the First Generation would somehow investigate his death and avenge Jichang. 🙏🏽

YEEEEESSSSS DANIEL HAS ANOTHER ALLY!!!!! YESSSSS LET'S BUILD THIS CHARLES CHOI HATECLUB!!! 🔥

OHHHHHH. MYYYYYYY. GOOOOOOOD. JAKE IS SO FREAKING CUUUUUUUUUUUTE AS A LITTLE KID!!!!! AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH GOD, I JUST WANNA HUG HIM AND CRADLE HIM IN MY ARMSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! 😩😩😩❤️❤️❤️❤️

HE REALLY IS CUTE THO WHEN HE WAS LITTLE. WHO WOULDN'T WANNA JUST GRAB HIS CHEEKS, PINCH THEM, GIVE HIM A PIGGYBACK RIDE, AND HUG HIM AND SQUEEZE HIM????? 🥺🥺💞💞💞💞

Ohhhh shiiiii, Jake gonna meet with Daniel there and THEY'RE GOING TO TEAM UP AND FIND JINYOUNG PARK AND TAKE DOWN THE FIRST AFFILIATE LIKE THE ACTUAL BOSSES THAT THEY ARE. 😎

Ohhhhh my- LINEMAN ABOUT TO GET AN UPGRADE!!!! IS THIS GOING TO BE HIS TRAINING ARC??? 👀

AYYYYYYYYYYYYY LETS GOOOOOOOOOO!!!! TIME TO TRAIN LINEMAN!!! BULK UP AND SHAPE UP BRO 💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽💪🏽

Oh shit... 5th Affiliate. 💀 Did I mention that I don't like this phase of Eli? I mean, sure. You're doing this all for your family in Hostel, but there's another way to settle this and provide for them, no? I mean, you got friends bro. You don't have to shoulder the burden on your own. Learn how to depend and rely on those who you hold dear too.

King, it's ok. Just undrown yourself and stop siding with Workers.. 😀

I stg, this twink of a crew leader is afraid of Daniel Park. Little did he know, Daniel and James Lee are actually a team lol. I swear, it's like Eugene blames Daniel for everything now that Daniel tried to interfere with his plans. Mf would now blame him for everything and anything that doesn't work out.

Mandeok: *suddenly walks into Eugene's office* Eugene, the coffee maker isn't working anymo-

Eugene: IT'S HIS FAULT! IT'S ALL DANIEL PARK'S FAULT!!! HE ERADICATED SOME OF MY AFFILIATES, AND NOW HE'S AFTER MY COFFEE MACHINE?! Yuseong: *starts to rock back and forth in his chair, cradling himself while afraid of his brother's psycho outburst*

Come on stink, get it together. You're going coo coo now. I don't know why I thought of Eugene in this scenario. It was funny in my head.

Oh great. NOW, THEY'RE THERE. 🙄

WHO'S GOING 100 MPH ON THE MAIN STREET BRUH??? Also, who tf are YOU mf? 🤨

Also, omg. PTJ, do you always ctrl + c and ctrl + v on your characters' hairstyles or something? Because Warren doesn't look like Zack anymore, but now he looks like-

Like ok, I get it. You're addicted to the copy + paste hairstyles, but I don't wanna have to do this, but... Imma hand over the scissors to Eli and have him end the ctrl + c, ctrl + v era. 😭 Bc, wth is this shit? But they look good tho, ngl.

OHHH NAH NAH NAH NAHHHHHHHH. SOMEONE TAKE HIM BACK, FR. GOO, COME GET YOUR BRO LMAAAAOOOOOO. But oml. EVERYONE'S GOING TO BE AT THE FIRST AFFILIATE, I STG. THEY ALL GOING TO HAVE AN EPIC BATTLE LIKE SMASH BROS. OR SOMETHING, AND THEY'LL GO AT IT, IN ON FINAL BRAWL. And fr Warren, wth have they been feeding Logan for him to get THAT BIG? STEROIDS???

If he took, "I need a big boy" to heart, then I don't want it. 💀💀💀

Nah, it must be all that coke protein powder. Goo gave him a whole bucket of protein powder and Logan would be sniffing and eating it all.

Well, obviously "No." Logan. Also, HOT DOC IS BACK!!! Ofc he is. He's the main star of the First Affiliate.

THERE HE ISSSSSSS, THE MAIN MAN OF THE HOUR!!! 😩 LOOK AT HIM BEING ALL TOUCHY WITH ELI!!! Tbh I didn't know how to feel ab that. "Put these away, motherfucker." YTFJTYFGUYKGFJYGUHKIFUDFKILLUGYKF I'M LMFAOOOOOOOOOO ELI REALLY DOESN'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE. HE'S SO DONE.

What did he mean by "I'm not sure though?" 😀 Also, the way Logan said, "How cute is this bastard... Should I give you a kiss?" and Warren replying with, "I'm taken, so no thanks." MAN, WHAT IF YOU WEREN'T TAKEN? THEN WHAT? 🤨 ALSO, THE WAY HE SAID HE'S "taken" NOW BC HE HAS SALLYAHSIDFHSDFIUSHDFIUW. AAAAAGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH THAT GOT ME SCREAMING.

AWWWWWW MAAAAAAAAN, I wOnDeR wHo CoUlD tHaT bE ??? Definitely, not Daniel Park.

OH MY GOD. ARE WE FR GETTING A LOGAN LEE VS. DANIEL PARK SHOWDOWN NEXT CHAPTER???? AYOOOOO??? HE'S GOING TO SEE DANIEL'S CURRENT FORM????????? AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH I'M SQUEALINGGGG!!! 😆😆😆😆

"Will Logan Lee face off with Daniel Park soon? Will they ever find Jinyoung Park now? Who will be the next to arrive at the First Affiliate??? Tune in, next time ONNNN-"

Yeah man, F this.

[daily-twice-content]

Kaikaiko Instagram Story Update - Actor Kai Ko with Jung Jin-young and Dahyun

[k-star-holic]

"Charles V, Holy Roman Emperor Divorce" Jo Seung-woo, Niece and Nephew.

[papermatisse]

† An Anthology of the thoughts which keep me up at night.

† My contribution to October (and possibly November lol). There's only one that is pure fluff; everything else is horror.

Contents

I. Stranger || Byun Baekhyun; body snatcher

II. Into the Woods || Yoon Hyunsuk; fae

III. Don't Look Back || Kim Junmyeon; automatonophobia

IV. Solace || Bae Jinyoung; scopophobia

V. Perchance to Dream || Lee Sangyeon; somniphobia

VI. Deadend || Yoon Jeonghan; persistent predator

VII. A Rigid Dichotomy || Kim Yonghee; mind control

VIII. Whispers in the Dark || Kim Sunwoo; possession

IX. Enter Bedlam || Oh Sehun; Eldritch

X. Security Blanket || Choi Seungcheol; demon

XI. Beckoning || Joshua Hong; siren

XII. Rainy Day || Ji Changmin; astraphobia

XIII. The Somnambulist || Park Chanyeol; somnambulophobia

XIV. Portrait of a Man || Lee Juyeon; Gothic

XV. Lore || Kwon Soonyoung; vampire

© papermatisse, 2023. please do not repost, copy, or translate any of my works here on tumblr or any other other platform

[daebakinc]

Dirty, Dirty Dancing Pt. 2 (M)

A Dirty Dancing AU

Pairing: Yunho X Female Reader X Hyunjin (polyamorous relationship)

Word Count: 4.6K

Synopsis: The college campus where boyfriend, Yunho, is a visiting dance instructor seems like every other university you’ve visited until a secret party reveals it’s anything but. After a drunken mishap, promising dance student, Hyunjin, is left without a dance partner. Enlisted in helping him before a big audition, you begin to catch feelings for him. Can you help him and maintain a relationship with your boyfriend?

Part 1

~Admin V

           The three of you stood outside the door with your watermelons in hand. Your eyes had to be as big as saucers. Sure, you’d seen videos of pole dancing, or when there were performances on talent-search shows, but never in person, or so many.

             There was a cacophony of students on the poles. Some poles had only one person, but there were some with two. Some students were fully clothed, others in shorts or less. Legs and arms dangled in the air as the dancers spun in circles. If their feet were on the ground, they rolled their bodies against the poles or clung to the pole with one hand as they did floor tricks.

             There was so much to see and take in you didn’t know where to look. “Where’d they learn to do that?”

             Changbin cracked a smile. “Kids are doing it back home in their basements.”

             Felix shook his head. “There’s a couple of classes they teach here, hence why there’s so many poles.”

             You mouthed an “ah” and looked back to all the dancers.

             Nudging against your shoulder, Changbin wiggled his eyebrows and hips at you. “Wanna try it?”

             You quickly shook your head and looked away from him, which made him chuckle. Yunho was the dancer of the two of you. You were lucky not to step on feet when dancing. You couldn’t fathom being able to dance on a pole.

Felix was also smiling. “Come on.” He led the way through the mass of students.

             Those who weren’t on poles were paired off or in groups, dancing very close together and grinding. Felix expertly weaved between them. You tried to make yourself as small as possible to not touch anyone until you were all at the back of the room. There was a table filled with snacks and drinks, which is where you set down the watermelons.

             Once your arms were free, the three of you turned and leaned against the table as you watched all the excitement in the room.

             Changbin nudged you again. “Can you imagine if they did dancing like this in the student performances we saw tonight?”

             “Well why not? If the school provides classes, why wouldn’t there be performances with the poles?” You looked on with fascination as a dancer at the top of a pole dropped down quickly, stopping before reaching the floor and spun around like it was nothing.

             Felix leaned in so you could hear him over the music. “Our professors might be progressive, but the president and alums are not. They’d close the school down first before ever allowing a pole performance.”

             “How’d the school get the poles then if they’re against it? Aren’t those the people who would pay for them?”

             “Dance department has its own funding. And even if the president had to sign off on something, he’s so stupid, he’d probably assume they were just ballet bars or something.” Changbin chuckled to himself before bringing a red solo cup to his lips. “Fuckin’ Jinyoung Park”

             So, conservative president and alumni. How did that work at a liberal arts school? You wondered if that’s why Hyunjin and Yeji made no contact in their performance.

             Think of the devil, the couple walked into the room, eliciting some cheers from the other dancers present. Someone handed Hyunjin a beer, which he sipped from and handed back then shook his hair from his half ponytail. Yeji was grabbed into a huddle of girls.

             It wasn’t long before she took hold of a pole. Hyunjin was quickly behind her. As he grabbed the bar, she supported herself on his arms. He held them both up with his arms and began spinning. Yeji lifted her legs, allowing Hyunjin space to wrap his legs around the pole. As he raised them, it allowed for Yeji to sit in his lap as they continued to spin.

             Hyunjin was the one supporting them, but the way Yeji clung to him, or moved in her own way on the pole made it look so beautiful. Artistic even.

             “You’d think they were a couple, wouldn’t you?” Felix popped a pretzel in his mouth.

             “Well aren’t they?”

             “No,” Changbin chimed in. “Not since freshman year.”

             Looking at Changbin, you instantly knew he had no beef with Yeji. He was in love with her, and just as mesmerized by their dancing as you were.

             You refocused your attention to watch them twirl to the music. It was a shame they couldn’t do a pole performance, especially for an audition. Not that there was anything wrong with the performance they did at the banquet, but this was way more intriguing. They made the dancing on the pole look so easy, but you could see from the strain of each of their muscles that it was anything but.

             The song ended. Hyunjin carefully lowered them back to the ground. He whispered something to Yeji, in which she nodded her head. Then he left her side and was walking directly toward you.

             The moment he saw you, something sparked in his eyes. He reached on the table for two drinks, then looked to Changbin and Felix. “What’s she doing here?” The confusion from the banquet was no longer in his gaze.

             “She came with us,” Felix popped another pretzel in his mouth.

             “I carried a watermelon.”

             Hyunjin just stared at you like you were an idiot, and frankly, after blurting something so stupid, you felt like one. He said nothing else and took the drinks back to Yeji.

             The song changed, which caused loud cheers from everyone. It must’ve been a line-dance the way most everyone left the poles and were gathering next to each other on the floor.

             “It’s the Wobble!” Changbin left your side to join the other dancers.

             “Come dance with us,” Felix waited for you to follow.

             “I leave the dancing to Yunho.”

             “You sure?” It looked like he was willing to stand with you and miss the song.

             “You go dance. I’ll be fine here. I should actually probably head out soon.”

             He gave a smile. “Okay. Well, I’ll see you for catering for the luncheon.” And he was off to join his friends.

             The Wobble actually seemed fun, just bouncing and shaking. Your self-preservation instincts were quite high, however, and you were not about to embarrass yourself in front of trained dancers.

             The music changed to another line dance.

             Busy watching Felix and Changbin have fun, you didn’t notice Hyunjin next to you until his arm stretched in front of you; an offer to dance.

             Raising your hands, you shook your head. “I’m okay, I don’t dance.”

             His arm remained, and even shook to signal to take it.

             Looking at him, you could see from his stare he wasn’t going to take “no” for an answer. Oh gods you didn’t want to, but found yourself taking his hand somehow.

             He led you to one of the now empty poles. You felt all the color leave your face. “I cannot pole dance. I’ve never done it before.”

             He let go of your hand, trusting you wouldn’t run. Hyunjin positioned himself on the pole, hoisting his frame one handed while wrapping his leg snuggly around the pole.

             You weren’t sure of what you were supposed to do. That’s when Hyunjin motioned with his finger to come to him. Feet moving on their own, you were next to him and the pole.

             “Sit on my leg.”

             He couldn’t be serious. “I can’t sit on you.”

             His eyebrow raised in amusement. “You can’t sit?”

             “I’m too heavy.”

             He quickly looked bored. Then his gaze moved to his arm, making you look at it as well. It was thick with muscle. His focus moved downward to his leg. It too, was quite impressively large. “I think I can handle it.”

             There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he could. Your choices were to run now while you had the chance, or sit on him as requested. Exhaling slowly, you reached for the pole and lifted yourself onto his leg.

             “Do you feel comfortable?”

             “I guess so. I have to let go of the pole, don’t I?”

             “Do you want to let go?”

             Not really, but you were already sitting on him. There was no turning back now. With one arm around his lower back, you rested your free hand on his thigh.

             He looked into your eyes. “I won’t let you fall.” As soon he said it, his foot holding you both steady lifted from the floor and you both began spinning. Scared from the sudden movement, you hugged against him.

             You were very aware that your face was on his chest, especially as his scent invaded your nose. It reminded you of being out on campus, flowery and woodsy. But you were too scared of falling to back away and sit comfortably.

             “It was you earlier.”

             Not saying anything, you remained in your clinging-for-dear-life position.

             “Down by the lake,” he continued. “You were watching me paint.”

             “Yeah,” was all you could muster.

             Realizing your fear, Hyunjin put his foot back on the ground to stop the spinning. “I told you I wouldn’t let you fall. Look at me.”

             Loosening your grip, you lifted from hugging his side and looked at him.

             His foot lifted again so you were twirling, but before you could koala-squeeze him again, he lifted your chin with his free hand. “Just look at me. You’re okay.”

             Moving his hand inward made the two of you spin even faster which didn’t help your worry about falling, but you convinced yourself to trust him.

             You stared into his eyes as the two of you spun and allowed yourself to feel the motion of it. Not brave enough to look away, you kept your attention on his face.

             He was staring at you intensely, maybe hoping to transfer some courage through his stare.

             Yunho came to mind as you stared at Hyunjin. The second you’d met Yunho, you found him breathtakingly handsome. As you got to know him, you saw his cute, puppy-dog features. But looking at Hyunjin, he was a different kind of handsome. He was stunning in his own way. Beautiful in his intensity. You wondered if he had any cute features that would offset it.

             He didn’t spin you for long before putting his foot back on the floor and helping you to the ground. “I would’ve tried another position, but you still seem too nervous.”

             “I don’t like making a fool of myself.”

             An expression like he was trying to figure you out while thinking about what you said crossed his face. He didn’t say anything else and walked away.

             Not realizing you’d been staring off once he left, you felt a hand on your shoulder.

             “Damn girl, you certainly caught Hyunjin’s attention.” Yeji, brought her cup to her lips, clearly seeking some hot gossip.

             You felt shy and pushed your hair behind your ear. “I think he just saw I was by myself and didn’t want me to feel left out.”

             “I wouldn’t be too sure. That move he just did with you is called the Cupid.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows at you. Hopefully, it was just the alcohol talking.

             “He probably just chose it because it made his leg available for me to sit on and I didn’t have to do anything.”

             She didn’t say anything more, but her smile became wider until she too left you in your thoughts.

             Thinking it would be better to leave before someone else tried to drag you on a pole, you were soon trekking across campus to the visiting artist guest house.

             From the looks of it, Yunho didn’t arrive home much before you. “Did you just get in?” You took your shoes off by the door.

             “I did. The guys had a lot of stories to share.” He took off his button-down shirt, leaving him in a tank. “I’m surprised you’re coming home so late.”

             “Yeah,” you shook your hair out of the tight, catering-approved bun. “My coworkers needed help with some watermelons.” Walking towards him, you wrapped your hands around his face. “Hi.”

             Yunho grinned. “Hi.” His lips pressed gently against yours.

             “You know the school has stripper poles?”

             “You saw them?” A look of envy crossed his face.

             “It’s where the watermelons needed to be.” You pecked his lips again.

             Pushing you back slightly to study your face, he asked, “Did you try it?” The grin on his face told you he already knew you wouldn’t try it on your own.

             “Actually, one of your students coaxed me into it.”

             “Nu uh,” he chuckled, thinking you were joking. He took off his tank.

             “Well, he used the pole, I just kinda held on to him.”

             “You’re being serious?” The laughter was now gone from his face.

             You nodded, which made Yunho beam in a new way,

             He hugged you into his arms. “Which student?”

             “Why, are you going to threaten them for touching your girl?”

             “Not at all,” he kissed your nose. “I’m gonna give him extra marks for making my baby try something new and adventurous.”

             “Does it really matter?”

             “No,” he went back to kissing your mouth, reminding you of the promise to continue the morning's activities.

             Groaning, you pushed against him. “I’m still gross from work. And after I shower, I think I’ll be too sleepy.”

             The smirk never left his face. “I can always shower with you.”

             Raising your eyebrow, you sighed. “How much showering would actually take place?”

             He knew he had you. “You’ll get clean. I promise.”

             Unable to resist his proud little smirk, you continued removing your clothes, causing him to take off the rest of his.

             It was a shower/bathtub combo, and once the two of you figured out how to switch the setting to shower, he was a man of his word. He massaged your scalp when shampooing your hair and scrubbed your back and other hard to reach places when soaping up. Of course, he couldn’t help himself when washing your chest and took longer than necessary to clean the area until your nipples were hard.

             You turned so your back was to him to wash your face under the water. That’s when his arms snaked around your chest and tummy to pull you against him.

             Turning your head, you looked back at him. “Cleaning is over?”

             “Yes,” he whispered before nibbling on your earlobe.

             The sensation sent a shiver through your body.

             Yunho’s hands were instantly over your chest again. He cupped your breasts in each hand. He was gentle as he massaged them, until his thumbs and forefingers reached to pinch your nipples.

             Your moan surprised you. The sudden pressure from the pinch sent waves of arousal through your tummy.

             “They’re still nice and hard from their washing.” You could hear the proud smirk in his voice. “Should I pinch them again?” His breath was warm against your ear.

             You pushed your head back against him. “Yes.”

             He squeezed the hard buds again, giving way to another cry of pleasure from you. “How many times should I tweak them, baby?” He pinched them again. “Another?” Again. “One more time?” Again.

             Each press of your nipples sent a jolt through you. “Keep doing it, please Yunho.” 

             Yunho chuckled, the sound loud and deep as he spoke into your ear. “But what if I want to give you more?”

             His hands released your breasts, making you whimper at the loss of heat. With his left arm he held your chest and pulled you snuggly against him while his right hand slid slowly down your tummy. “Open your legs for me, baby.”

             You did as you were told.

             The arm over your chest pressed tighter against you, holding you firmly in place as his other arm slid down and you felt his fingers on your clitoris. There was no comparison to the feel of his skin versus the silicon of San. He’d barely begun touching you, and the swells of elation were already coursing to your toes.

             His fingertips moved slowly, stroking upward against you.

             Reaching up, your hands gripped against his arm. A moan sounded out as he switched his movements to slow, deliberate circles.

             He focused his lips on your neck now, pressing soft kisses against it, causing you to moan again. Your sounds were turning him on and soon you could feel the hard evidence against your back.

             “Yunho,” you breathed as he sped up his circling. Your legs began shaking from trying to hold yourself up as he was bringing you closer to orgasm.

             “You’re already so close for me?”

             Squeezing his arm, you pressed your head back against him. “You feel better than San.” You couldn’t help but whimper when he changed direction of his circles.

             He chuckled against your ear. “I love hearing that.” As he left kisses against your shoulder this time, his fingers slid down from your clit and pushed into your warmth. “And so wet for me, too.”

             His fingers didn’t stay in you long. Now slick from you, he rubbed them upward on your clit once again, the new potency wracking your body with endorphins and causing echoes from your moaning.

             “You’re ready, aren’t you, baby? You want to cum for me?”

             “I don’t want you to stop, it feels too good,” your response was louder than intended, making him laugh.

             His fingers went back to a circling motion, going at a devastatingly slow pace. 

             “Yunho, please,” you couldn’t help but whine.

             He wasn’t much for teasing, but he lived for evoking any sound he could from your lips. He moved the circles much faster. Then faster. Faster.

             With your legs shaking, you held onto his arm tighter, your orgasm finally going over the edge as water continued cascading down the two of you.

             Yunho moved his hand from between your legs and wrapped his arm back around your tummy until you were able to hold yourself up on your own.

             He kissed your ear then whispered in it again. “I want to be inside you, baby. Do you want to feel how much I want you?”

             Goosebumps raised up your arms.

             “Gods, yes, I wanna feel you.”

             Your answer made him chuckle more.

             Carefully spinning you around, his lips found yours. His hands pressed against your lower back, making sure your skin was against his. You knew he was needy, but he did a good job of hiding his desperation. He kissed you slowly, memorizing the shape of your lips, then their taste. When his tongue became involved, one of his hands slid down your back, over your ass and grabbed your thigh to lift it, pulling your leg to wrap around him. With your leg out of the way, he stepped his foot up on the corner ledge of the tub. Sensing your unease from the height imbalance, he pushed against you until your shoulder and upper back were against the tiled wall.

             Shifting only to make sure he was secure and that neither of you would slip in this position, Yunho pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes. “Okay, baby?”

             Your breath caught from his gaze, but you were able to give a shaky “yes” in response as you held onto his biceps.

             Not needing further prompting, he guided his length to your entrance.

             A thrill of endorphins encompassed your body when you heard the loud groan from Yunho. “Damn, baby. You feel so good.”

             You could only respond with a whimper of your own. He felt good to you, too. You felt so full as his girth stretched you.

             He moved his hips carefully, rolling them at a slow tempo to keep balance. Yunho held onto your lower back, his other hand pressed against the shower wall. Whenever he thrusted into you, his hand squeezed against your lower back, the sounds of his and your pleasure rising.

             The friction of his thrusts continued to stimulate your clitoris. Each gyration into you caused his tip to rub against your g-spot.

             Out of your control, your legs once again shook. The foot still on the shower floor slipped, and scared to fall, you quickly grabbed onto Yunho’s shoulders.

             Stopping his movements, he held you against him, his mouth over your ear. “You’re okay, baby. I won’t let you fall.” He continued slow, hard thrusts into you.

             A new shiver coursed down your spine. Your mind was no longer in the bathroom with Yunho, but back to the pole with Hyunjin. The heat of his chest as your face was pressed against it. The weight of your leg on his thigh. The intensity in his eyes as he stared at you, promising not to let you fall. His eyes pierced you, dark, focused, full of strength and curiosity. And you felt him pumping into you. Harder. Rougher. Faster.

             You felt dizzy like you were spinning with him again. You looked into the deep dark chocolate of his eyes. His thrusts were getting faster and harder and more aggressive and your clit was getting such pressure from the motion of it all.  I won’t let you fall. Look at me  rang through your ears and  you couldn’t control yourself from screaming out. You were reaching the peak of your breaking point.

             “Fuck,” your nails dug into Yunho’s shoulders as your climax took over your body, moans slightly stifled into Yunho’s chest. As you squeezed around him, you felt his body shake as he was close to his own orgasm.

             “Baby, hold onto my shoulders.”

             Once you were gripping him tightly, Yunho lowered his foot from the ledge and lowered your leg from around him. He pushed your hips away from him as he pulled out. His moan was deep and loud as he came, his ejaculate getting on both of your stomachs. He leaned his head on your shoulders. He pinned you with both of his hands on either side of you.

             The two of you panted trying to catch your breaths. It was hard to tell if the shaking was from your bodies’ satisfaction, or shivering from the water no longer feeling warm against your skin.

             Your hands rubbed against his shoulders to help him calm down, and to help you stay distracted. You were allowing yourself to focus on Yunho and not think too deeply about why you just came as hard as you did without him in your thoughts.

             When he quieted, he lifted his head to look at you. “I guess we should’ve saved the washing for after,” he grinned.

             “Yeah,” was all you could muster.

             Yunho chuckled. “It was a lot more passionate than I was expecting, too. I thought it at least would’ve taken longer after you already got off with San earlier.”

             Moving your hands from his shoulders, you took hold of his face. You loved this face. The sharpness of his jawline. The pout of his lips. The furrow of his brow. So why wasn’t it his face in your mind just now that pushed you into euphoria?

             He watched you in interest and mistook your silence as being overcome from the sex.

             “I can wash us again, my love.” He kissed your nose, then your lips, before breaking your hold and doing as he said.

             You on the other hand continued to overthink the situation. You didn’t exactly feel guilty. What was there to be guilty about? Yunho knew you’d done the pole dancing earlier. But, you didn’t disclose who you danced with. It’s not like you couldn’t just tell him. The two of you rarely kept any secrets from each other. However, you also didn’t want to hurt his feelings. Telling him it wasn’t only him who brought you to a withering mess  would certainly do that.

             Washed, dried, and in bed wrapped in Yunho’s arms, you still couldn’t control your brain. You’d decided to tell Yunho, just maybe not until a few days later. That way, there was also still a chance you’d forget all about it and there’d be nothing to tell.

             Listening to Yunho’s easy breathing, you forced yourself to concentrate on the sound and push away the shambles of your brain. Soon the heaviness of the day lulled you into sleep.

             It was late into the morning when you finally woke up. Yunho was already gone, probably having taught several classes by now. He’d left a note on his pillow that he'd see you for lunch.

             The school’s president’s luncheon wasn’t until tomorrow, which meant you could do some more exploring around the campus.

             Part of you wanted to head back towards the lake to see if Hyunjin was there. Not that you were dying to see him, but perhaps confronting him could clear your mind of him all together. However, there was also a chance that your brain would hold onto him even more and interrupt more intimate moments with Yunho.

             Thinking better of it, you headed in a new direction. The path you went down today took you on a hilly route, eventually leading you to the school library. A large gazebo in front of the building was filled with several musicians working on a composition. It took a bit of time to walk around the building, as it was quite large, before long  you were at the back of it, where a willow tree grew with a koi pond underneath it.

             Looking down at the fish made you smile. You wondered how Hyunjin would paint the fish and the pond. Would it be similar to how he did the lake; colorful and patchy?

             Your phone vibrating in your pocket brought you back to reality. It was a message from Yunho requesting for you to bring lunch to him. There was some kind of emergency in the dance studio.

             Spinning on your heel, you hiked back into the direction of the dining hall. You went in the front entrance this time, realizing you’d not actually seen it, just the kitchen. With round tables and tablecloths, it looked homier than a cafeteria.

             You recognized some of the waitstaff you’d worked with the night before and were able to get to-go boxes from them. You wanted to ask if they would know anything about the emergency, but you didn’t recognize any of them from the party. They could’ve been studying other artistic disciplines.

             Once the boxes were filled up and paid for, you walked to the quad where the campus map stood.

             Unlucky for you, the dance studio was about as far from the dining hall as it was to the guest house. This gave you time to worry about what the emergency was. Did Yunho get hurt in class today? There was drinking at the party last night. Did campus police bust it up and get the dance students in trouble? Maybe it was nothing too serious and one of the dance mirrors just got a crack in it.

             More of the same questions floated through your mind. You’d climbed a monster of a hill across campus, and now were confronted with a ridiculous number of steps leading to the dance studio. You wouldn’t have been surprised if one of the students tripped and fell down them and that was the emergency.

             Finally in the building, it looked similar to the setup as the one Felix and Chanbin lead you to the night before. You were able to find the studio Yunho was teaching in and pushed open the door.

             Your eyes found Yunho first. Though his face held concern, he looked fine otherwise. You recognized Christopher and Seonghwa who both also looked worried, but not injured. A lump grew in your throat when you saw Hyunjin staring back at you. Was he the emergency? Studying his face, you saw stress, but no pain. Looking him over, his body looked fine. That’s when you noticed Yeji sitting in a chair next to him with her leg in a bright pink cast.

[absolutebl]

And there it is again: In the first episode of Love in the Air, our young hero's buddy compliments him by saying he's handsome, that he "looks like Korean actor."

I've caught just enough of these references in my first year of BL viewing to realize that it's "a thing": Korea is the gold standard of ... something ... to other SE Asians ? Do I have that right ? If so, the ideal of what, exactly ?

Astro’s Eunwoo is generally considered/discussed as the perfect example of Korean masculine beauty. 

10 Korean Male Beauty Ideals

The checklist of Korean masculine beauty standards (as of 2022) is as follows: 

over 183cm (6″+) 

slim/skinny build but toned body (we talking swimmer over bodybuilder) 

a “small face” 

pale skin 

dark defined eyebrows

a smaller mouth

high cheekbones

v shaped or sharp jaw line 

double eyelids & bigger eyes 

high nose bridge 

Plastic surgery is often utilized to attain the final three in particular.* 

Add to the above the global procreative breeding standards for “healthy” masculinity such as: symmetry in face and form, broad shoulders, clear skin. 

SF9′s Rowoon is a great example of an idol successfully transitioning to leading man. He meets all 10 standards and is v tall at 190.5 or about 6″3. 

A Bit About Idols & Beauty Standards 

The visual of the idol group is (usually) the one who meets the most of the above checklist + photographs particularly well. As opposed to the center who is usually the best allrounder and/or most charismatic performer. Ironically the face of a group is usually the best representative in terms of communication and popularity style (handling fans + the press). But idols can/do hold more than one position in a group. 

Position distinctions are becoming less popular in 4th gen Kpop groups. While position assignments, including those based explicitly on Korean beauty standards, were pretty much expected of 3rd gen group formation. 

Idols “visual” judgement tends to be decided upon and called via the same standards as above checklist, but they are permitted to be more androgynous by branding than if they were leading man Kdrama actors.

That said, idols tend to transition to acting if they can meet more of the above named standards (and want to act, of course), specifically height. They will probably never get to play leading men if they don’t meet the height standard so that’s usually the biggest hurdle (pun intended) - except for if they do BL. Of course, there are exceptions if the idol is an extremely good actor or very very famous. My bias, Jinyoung, is short to be an actor, for example. He still gets rolls but it will always be harder for him to play a grown up leading man in a romance Kdrama than someone like Rowoon or Eunwoo.  

GOT7′s Jinyoung in Devil Judge 

How Does this Work Outside of Korea? 

Hallyu has had a profound effect on taste not just in other parts of Asia, but globally. But you asked about Asia.

Here’s a very good YT vid on the subject which basically is focused on women and China, but still addresses why Asian Beauty standards are the way they are culturally & historically. 

So when an Asian country (particularly in the south) calls a character “handsome like a Korean actor” that is code for particularly distinguishing the character as handsome by virtue of his “non local” features: like paleness and tallness. (Thailand also does this with reference to western beauty standards. Both Dean in UWMA and Tharn in TharnType are commented on/called out for/self identify as being handsome due in part to their “foreign” features, but the Thai word used is slang for a “foreigner of European decent.”) 

TharnType 2

Because of the popularity of both Kdramas and Kpop, Korean beauty standards are coming to dominate taste at least amongst specific age brackets of consumers/watchers and in countries where Kdramas and Kpop are particularly popular. In these case, the 10 point check list above comes into play when you get a comment like the ones we see in Thai BL. 

That said, Chinese beauty standards (somewhat different) are also in play in the culture itself (for primarily socio-political and historical reasons, so more prevalent amongst older generations, and places that were occupied by China or have intimate social-political relations with it, like Taiwan), as well as western standards (blame colonialism, Hollywood, and the fashion industry). Taiwan is an interesting case since it has intimate ties on all levels with China, Japan, S Korean, and the west, so their beauty standards are particularly varied. 

Japanese beauty standards (which used to dominate many parts of Asian because they cornered the market on music initially *waves at 90s Jpop* as well as manga, animation, cinema, and porn prior to Hallyu not to mention the whole, ya know, empire thing) have experienced significant pushback in the last 20 years, particularly from Korea. That said, their standards still hold pretty strongly within Japan (of course). They are a lot less formal and proscriptive. But, loosely, Japan tends to like a softer face shape, heavier jaw, and wider mouth and be less concerned about extreme tallness. They do love big eyes though. NCT’s Yuta is a pretty good example of one type of Japanese masculine beauty standard. But Japan has more than one. Remember the culture concept of kawaii is in play. Aka men are also allowed to be cute as a form of sexiness. 

Old Fashion Cupcake 

* Yes, I am well aware this is a terrible unachievable bullshit. I am answering the question not making a judgement call. 

Finally: 

Like most beauty standards, these are the result of classism, racism, and colonial occupational history. Not to mention trends, styles, permissive fetishization, gender binary, infantilization, and core linguistic symbolism and syntax around the meaning of worlds used to define and talk about beauty. 

I’m discussing this shizz from a cultural anth and pop culture analysts perspective. Don’t come at me in the comments because you possess the sadly ubiquitous inability to critically think about your own cultural biases and how these might impact your consumption of a different culture’s pop product. My patience is wearing thin and my ban hammer is immediate these days. 

(source) 

[lesbiansloveseokjin]

day 160/548 of hobi's military service

this selca was posted on 140822 with the caption:

Everyone was the best the best today at Music Bank~~~~~~ !!!!! Thank you so much to all the ARMYs who came today, the ARMYs supporting us from home as well thank you so much~~~ This week with Danger let's get dangerous !! Bba-shya V of passion! 

(trans cr: Denise @ bts-trans)

Through Hong Jinyoung senior's nomination, we participated in the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge. However, instead of a ice water shower, we decided to participate and add meaning onto the Lou Gehrig's Recuperation Hospital donation taking at the Seungil Hope Foundation. I hope many people will come together and become of help to Lou Gehrig's patients.

(trans cr: Hyejin @ bts-trans)

Danger performance from that day:

bonus bangtan bomb from the danger mv shooting