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THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE: CHAPTER 4: the start previous, masterlist, next wc: 1.4k

you’re standing in the middle of your room, showing lily how the 5th outfit she’s picked out looks. she’s sitting on your bed, hand holding her jaw as her eyes trail over the pieces of clothing. she nods softly and speaks. “perfect! you look amazing, yn.” you smile and she gets up and fixes your hair, making sure it laid nicely before patting the top of your head and gently shoving you out your bedroom door.

she rambles on about who knows what as she gathers your belongings into a cute purse that matches your pants. you watch as she scrambles around with a fond smile on your face, but your outside demeanor does anything but match how you’re feeling on the inside. your insides are all fluttery and you feel like your heart is in your throat, blocking your airways. you can’t remember the last time you felt this nervous about anything and it terrifies you in the best way.

minutes later you’re being pushed out of your apartment with nothing but your purse, phone and a cheery “have fun!” from lily. you take a deep breath and start down the hallway, exiting the apartment complex after a short elevator ride and walking towards the cafe.

every nerve in your body feels like its on fire, hypersensitive to everything happening. you feel like vomiting with how many butterflies are in your stomach right now. your mind flits through every possible outcome to what could happen. what if he stands you up? what if it goes horribly? what if he turns out to be a terrible person?

while your mind was off considering the possibilities, you grew closer to the agreed upon meeting point with each step. before you could drive yourself crazy with your own thoughts, the familiar cafe sign comes into view and you exhale deeply, preparing yourself for whatever might happen next.

you spot a figure standing by the entrance, facing away from you but you can tell it’s minghao from his stance. he’s in an outfit very similar to your own, the both of you in baggier jeans and tight tops, however he’s wearing a dark grey collared shirt as an extra layer overtop. when you get close enough to see what’s going on inside the cafe, you speak up. “minghao?”

he turns to face you and your eyes go wide when you see the small bouquet of flowers in one of his hands. he smiles when he sees you and extends the flowers towards you. “hey! i, uh, got these for you,” he says, stepping closer to meet you halfway.

your gaze flickers between the flowers and his face, before reaching a hesitant hand out to take the flowers. you bring them to your chest and smile at their beauty, lifting your head. “thank you, minghao. they’re beautiful,” you say, minghao mirroring the small smile tugging at your lips. “good, im glad,” he says, “you look really nice, as well,” he compliments and you look down at your outfit before looking back up at him. “ah, thank you! you do too,” you laugh a bit and he does too.

after a moment he claps his hands and speaks again. “well! let’s get going, hm? it’s only a bit of a walk, so i hope you like it,” he smiles and turns so the two of you are standing shoulder-to-shoulder now, with him on the part of the sidewalk that borders the road. you nod, “lead the way!” you say, giggling a bit as he smiles and starts walking.

the two of you walk in step, conversations about anything and everything flowing easily. the walk feels short as you approach the small building a few blocks away from heaven’s cloud, a small gasp leaving your lips when you read the sign sticking out form the side of the brick building. “an arcade? oh my god i haven’t been to one of these in ages!” you exclaim, doing a small jump as you look up at minghao. he’s looking down at you with a fond smile, eyes filled with adoration as he watches you.

the two of you enter, the inside being decorated with vibrant colors and the ambience of kids laughing and video game sound effects providing a sense of nostalgia that you’ve never experienced before. while you were just standing there, awestruck, minghao had slipped away to get you both game cards. he taps your shoulder after a moment, a smile on his face as he hands you a card, speaking over the noise. “where first?” you take the card as a grin spreads across your face, grabbing one of minghao’s wrist as you drag him to the first game.

the two of you play endless games with each other there, a good two hours passing before you both walk out of there, stomachs grumbling with the crave food, smiles on your faces, a headband with two hearts on the top placed in the middle of minghao's hair, and a stuffed animal in your arms from the claw machine minghao somehow managed to finesse.

the pair of you walk back towards your apartment complex—after minghao insisted he walk you home—talking and laughing about what just happened. “no, i still can’t believe that kid beat me at air hockey!” you exclaim through shared bouts of laughter. “seriously, he looked like he was probably 6 or 7! how long has it been that i can’t beat a kid?” minghao is holding his stomach at your words, taking a breath before replying. “i don’t know, i mean for all we know that kid could spend all his free time at the arcade while we’re out doing important adult stuff with our lives,” he says, running a free hand through his hair.

you’re about to reply before the two of you spot something across the street: a tteokbokki stand. you and minghao share a look before running across the street—after making sure it was safe of course—towards the stand. minghao gets there first and you follow shortly, both of you out of breath. “excuse me? hello! can i please order 2 servings of rosé tteokbokki?” he orders. you try to pay, but he’s quicker and taps his card first. after a moment the woman passes minghao your orders and you both take off to find a place to sit and eat these.

you end up walking back across the street to sit at a bench in a park next to a river. by now the sky is dark and littered with stars, the city around you alight with the lights from inside buildings and various streetlights. the two of you sit and eat, appreciating the beauty around you before minghao speaks quietly.

“i had a lot of fun tonight,” he starts looking over your features. you look up to meet his gaze, chewing a rice cake as you nod. “thanks for coming on this date with me, yn,” he smiles, eyes drifting to the plushie and the flowers he gave you earlier placed carefully away from your food on the table. you smile and swallow your food. “me too. thanks for taking me, minghao,” you hum.

you both finish eating and throw out your trash before continuing to walk back to your apartment. the low hum of the city filled the silence between your footsteps. you enter the building and make it back up to your floor in no time, turning to face minghao when you reach your apartment.

“thanks for tonight, minghao,” you smile, hugging the stuffed animal and flowers to your chest. he smiles back down at you and brings a hand up to pull some stray hairs behind your ear. his gaze returns to meet yours and he brings his hand back down. “anytime, yn,” he speaks softly, a smile still tugging at the corner of his lips. “text me when you get home!” you say as you start unlocking your apartment door. he smiles fully and nods, “will do. goodnight, yn!” he calls as he starts walking down the hallway. “goodnight, minghao!” you reply as you slip into your apartment, the click of the door following shortly after.

you take off your shoes and go into the kitchen, grabbing a small vase and filling it with some water before you start walking towards your room. you close your room door behind you and place the water-filled vase on your desk, pulling the flowers from their paper wrapping and placing them in the glass container. you crumple up the paper and throw it out. you come back and adjust how the vase is sitting on your desk, smiling when you finish. flopping down onto your bed, you place the stuffed animal in the middle of your pillows and pull out your phone.

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yourenzoo · 2 months ago

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THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE: CHAPTER 3: :0 previous, masterlist, next wc: 2.5k

a.n: oh my god im so sorry i like ghosted you all😭 ngl i forgot i was writing this and just now remembered- i promise i'll try to be more steady with my posts in the future so heres chapter 3!

day 3

you keep going back to that little cafe. you’re not totally sure of the reason, but it’s likely a mix of the sheer amount of work you manage to finish while there and that one guy you keep seeing. it’s the third day you’ve gone back, and the tall guy behind the counter recognizes you and smiles. “oh, hi again!” he exclaims, a small wave pairing with his actions. you wave back, offering another smile while you walk over to the table you usually sit at, putting down your stuff and walking up to the counter like it was routine.

“hey! what can i get you today?” the guy asks, still smiling from his working spot. you smile back and look over your options. “hi! i’ll just get an iced latte and a chocolate croissant, please.” you say, looking up from the case as you finish. he nods and starts to ring you up. “yn, right?” he says, and you nod. he just nods in return and starts making your drink.

“you’re here pretty often now, hm?” he hums while turned away from you. you nod. “yeah, i mean, i found it, and i love the place, so,” you trail off a bit. “my name’s mingyu, by the way.” he adds. you both converse for a moment before you notice the guy walk in. from the back? you turn to mingyu and take a chance.

“mingyu,” you start, and he turns around, holding your stuff and handing it to you. “yeah?” “do you know what that guy’s name is?” you point subtly towards him and hold out hope that mingyu knows. “that guy? oh yeah. that's my friend minghao.” he answers, and you just nod, happy at your newfound information.

minghao. that’s a nice name. you think to yourself. you pull out your phone to text a quick message to your friends once you’re back at your table.

day 4

day four in a row of going to this cafe, and you had a nice conversation with mingyu while he was making your drink; something about classes slowing down because of spring break coming up. once you settled back at your table, you instinctively looked up at where minghao would be, smiling a bit at the sight of him focused.

something caught your eye though. his own gaze seemed to avert from whatever he was just looking at before. he looked a little… panicked? you brushed it off, but a small giddy sensation filled your body, accompanied by a flutter in your stomach.

minghao looks back down at his laptop screen, eyes widened a bit as he pretends he’s in the middle of a task. fuck, i cut that close. he scolds himself silently before something clicks in his head. wait. we almost met eyes… which means she is looking at me too. he feels his heart get a bit louder in his chest at the thought.

day 5

another day at heaven’s cloud cafe! you’ve fallen into a routine of walking in, setting up in your little corner, having a nice conversation with the barista you’ve seemed to befriend at this point, and then scanning the rest of the area for minghao.

minghao sighs for the nth time that day, trying to use his brain and think of an idea for this damned project. why was this so hard? it really shouldn’t be. he takes a few sips from his drink, looking up from the screen, making him want to rip out all of his hair for a moment.

his eyes land on you, working on a mix of your laptop, ipad, and notebook. you were effortlessly beautiful, your hair making a nice silhouette of your head against the bright window behind you.

his first instinct was to get up, go over there, and ask you on a date right then. but then the doubt started to creep in. what if you didn’t find him as intriguing as he found you? what if you were weirded out by this stranger asking you on a date? i mean, you didn’t even know each other.

the doubful thoughts (realistically, as well as the impending task of figuring out his project theme) stopped him from acting, staying silent at his seat as he fantasizes of what could have been.

day 6

wow. the cafe is busy today. those are minghao’s first thoughts when he enters the cafe on the thursday afternoon. he can’t help but feel bad for mingyu who is doing his best to handle the rush despite working alone today. he moves toward where he usually sits, stopping in his tracks when he notices that the table is taken. someone is already sat there.

he just blinks as he processes this information. he lets out a sigh and looks around for another seat, finding an empty table and setting his stuff down to save the spot. he decides that he can wait to get a coffee today, hopefully lessening poor mingyu’s workload a little bit. he pulls out his laptop and starts to reopen the tabs he needs to start this homework.

before he can settle down from the buzz of the crowd into his own rhythm, something catches his eyes from his peripherals. you. had he accidentally chosen a table closer to you while looking for a new place to sit? he wonders, subconsciously straightening himself. he tries to ignore the thought that you’re only a few feet from him, but his heart is pounding in his ears, and it won’t quiet down for the life of him. he lets out a small breath and refocuses, putting on his headphones to hopefully pull his attention away from your presence.

he gets a surprising amount of work done with the amount of movement in the cafe, but something keeps nagging at his nerves. was he imagining the feeling? you could feel it too, right? he felt this tension between the two of you, thick and humid. he shakes his head a bit, fixing the hair falling in his eyes before getting back to work, mentally scoffing. why would you feel it? he’s being delusional.

you sit at your usual table, thankful today of all days that you chose one in the corner of the small cafe. for whatever reason, today the cafe was unfathomably busy. like you-can-barely-breathe-without-being-on-top-of-someone busy. luckily, you got there before it got too busy, so finding a table wasn’t much of an issue for you. you refrained from getting anything, not wanting to put more on mingyu’s shoulders.

you were absorbed in your work, completely focused and getting a shocking amount done until something broke you from your focus. you feel like someone’s eyes were on you? you look around for a moment and shake it off. however, just as you turn to go back to your work, something catches your eye. is that minghao? sitting at the table next to me? oh my god, why is he so close? your mind races.

from this new angle you could clearly see his full body, and god were you right about his style being enviably good. you could now clearly see his hair—dark and a sort of mullet cut with a bit of texture—and his side profile. oh, he was gorgeous. you exhale softly, turning back to your laptop in fear that you looked a little weird staring at someone like that. oh, you’re fucked. you also think, noting that you’ll need to rant to yunjin and lily later today.

you actually manage to get a good amount of work done despite the constant distractions of someone talking too loudly, being uncomfortably close to your seat, and minghao sitting within just a few feet of you. unfortunately, the chaos did not end there.

someone lets out a high-pitched squeal as they trip on someone’s chair leg, spilling their drink on the floor next to you. you look down, sighing when you see it didn't get on you until you feel a wet sensation on your left shin.

you close your eyes and sigh, standing to go get some napkins. before you can even take a step, minghao is on the floor, cleaning up the spill with a handful of paper towels. when did he even leave his seat? he looks up and grabs a few, handing them to you and gesturing to your leg. you take them from his hands, nodding wordlessly as you sit back in your seat, bringing your leg to start wiping down and drying where the drink got on you.

you finish relatively fast—only a bit having gotten on you—eyes trailing to minghao’s form, still on the floor as he gathers his, now wet, paper towels. he stands, your eyes follow, and he starts to make his way to a garbage can. you just sit at your table, now facing your laptop as you think about what just happened, a small, fluttery feeling making its way into your stomach.

day 7

wow, seven days at this cafe? how you haven’t gotten bored yet is beyond you. you’re sitting in your favorite seat as usual, latte and pastry sitting next to your laptop. however, minghao isn’t here yet, somewhat dampening your mood. your laptop is open, but the screen is black. you’ve resorted to just scrolling on your phone for the time being. after about an hour of you being there, minghao still hadn’t shown, and you find yourself scoffing at how crazy you must be. waiting in a cafe for some random person you find attractive. you haven’t even spoken yet!

you gather your things, throw out your trash, and call out a goodbye to mingyu, turning back to look at him waving when you crash into something in front of you. you turn back and let your eyes widen at the sight in front of you. you just ran into minghao. his hand was loosely around your waist, his own eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort as he let go. he clears his throat, and you both stand there for a moment, just looking at one another.

“my bad,” he says, and you almost melt at the way his voice sounds. you nod softly and adjust your bag on your shoulder. “it’s alright,” you say, walking past him and out of the cafe.

minghao stands there for a minute after you leave, just staring off into the distance. a shrill sound pulls him from his mind, eyes moving to where mingyu is doubled over, cackling. minghao furrows his brows, huffing softly and walking back to his table. “my bad” ?!@?@?! that’s it??? that’s the genius flirt you came up with??!@?!? he thinks to himself, absolutely dying in his own skin because what do you mean he had the perfect chance to say something flirty and said, “my bad”?? his first words to you were “my bad” ??

he sits down at his usual table, burying his face in his hands as he cringes at his own actions. mingyu’s laughter dies down after a while, and when minghao brings his head up to see what happened, an iced americano is in front of him. a message in mingyu’s handwriting, in sharpie, splayed across the front of the plastic cup. “MY BAD.” minghao lets out a soft groan and drops his head on the table, sighing to himself.

that’s it. he can’t do that again. next time he sees you, he’s going to act.

day 8

minghao straightens when he watches you walk into the cafe, hiding his phone behind his laptop as he panickedly texts mingyu. for once, he came in before you, coming in with mingyu at the literal opening of the cafe this morning just so he could be there first.

minghao lets out a breath, closes his laptop, and stands up, his feet moving forwards before he can have a second thought about it.

you’re doing work, nodding your head along with whatever song is playing in your headphones, fingers flying over the keys on your keyboard. for lack of a better phrase, you were locked in. that is, until something interrupted your focus. or rather, someone.

a hand taps one of the corners of your laptop screen, and you feel a spark of annoyance before it melts away the second you look up. mingho stares back down at you, and you just blink before pulling your headphones off. “can i help you?” you ask, cursing yourself mentally when you hear your voice wavering a bit. he just looks down at you, swallows, and then blurts something out so fast you’re not even sure it was a real language.

you blink up at him, eyebrows pulled up in confusion. he exhales and speaks slower this time. “you’re really pretty and i’ve seen you here a lot and i was wondering if i could have your number and if we could go like do something tomorrow,” he blurts out, still speaking fast but understandable now. you blink up at him again, eyes wider this time as you practically feel your heart pounding out of your chest.

“uh,” you say, clearing your throat and swallowing before continuing, “yeah, uh, that sounds great.” you watch as his figure untenses and a soft smile takes form on his lips. “great. can i have your phone? i’ll put my number in,” he says, eyes moving to where your phone was before returning to your face. you nod and grab it, unlock it, open it to a new contact, and then pass it to him.

you watch as he bites his lip softly in focus as he puts in his contact information, passing your phone back to you. you look at the screen; he had sent a smiley face to himself. “i’ll text you later, then,” he smiles, turning to walk away. “okay, bye,” you mumble softly, still in shock as to what just happened.

you get up from your seat, getting your stuff together before exiting the cafe (but obviously not without bidding a goodbye to the grinning mingyu), the butterflies in your stomach practically making you want to throw up out of excitement.

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yourenzoo · 3 months ago

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THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE: CHAPTER 2: day 2 previous, masterlist, next. wc. 1.4k

the next day you find yourself lounging around in your apartment, with nothing to do that interests you on a saturday afternoon. you let out a loud sigh and flop back against the couch, the faint sound of lily’s laughter coming from the kitchen at your antics. “you’re actually ridiculous, you know that, right?” she says through laughs. you just laugh a bit back and sit up on the couch.

“i just have no idea what to do,” you complain. “you’d think i’d be busier, but i actually got a decent amount of work done yesterday at that cafe.” lily just lets out a soft giggle and comes to join you on the couch. “did you now? i couldn’t have guessed with how much you were drooling over that stranger.” she teases, getting hit by a pillow you flung her way before perking up with an idea. “we should go back there! what if he’s there again and you can see him again?” she proposes, and you perk up.

it's actually not a horrible idea. and the thought of seeing that guy again makes you a little giddy inside. “that actually sounds really good!” you respond, already getting up to start preparing to leave. “and then i can also show you how good their food and drinks are as well!” you say excitedly. “two birds with one stone!” lily laughs and follows suit, putting on a pair of shoes, grabbing her bag, and putting on a coat due to the cold weather. you do the same, and in less than 5 minutes of her proposing the idea, you both are already on your way there.

the walk there is filled with lightheartedness as the two of you just enjoy one another’s presence while going to the cafe. the air is brisk and chilly again, the two of you trying to sink as far into the jackets you brought as possible. you fill lily in with all of the details regarding the guy while she makes faces and teases you the whole time, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. she seems intrigued and is laughing with you when the group chat conversation from yesterday makes its way into your conversation.

you both finally make it to the cafe, and you hold the door for lily as she walks in behind you. her eyes widen when she enters, taking in her surroundings as you laugh a bit at her reaction. you lead her to the table you sat at yesterday and instinctively look over at the table where you saw the guy yesterday, only to be slightly disappointed when you didn’t see him there.

“he’s not here,” you say deflatedly, and lily just pats your back, laughing a bit. “it’s okay. i just wanted to spend time with you anyways; this dude was just a bonus.” she hums, nodding over at the display case, filled with fresh pastries. “now, i wanna go look at that.” you laugh at her eagerness and put your bag down on your chair, grabbing her hand excitedly and walking with her over to the case, showing her each small dessert.

minghao enters the cafe from its back entrance, getting special access to it due to the fact that mingyu worked here. perks of being friends with said giant, i guess. he had planned to stay in today, it being a weekend and all, but there was this unrelenting feeling that he had that gave him the urge to come to this cafe. he’s unsure why he listened, but he has a small hunch.

he walks over to the small table he’s been sitting at for the past few days, dropping his stuff and trying to get situated. he’s about to get up to go order a coffee or something when he feels his eyes travel over to where he saw that girl yesterday. he frowns a bit when he doesn’t see her, only a pair of bags and coats.

he’s a little disappointed because part of the reason he was motivated to come here on a saturday was the chance to see her. he exhales softly, wishing he had gone up and said something to the girl yesterday, remembering what happened clearly.

minghao lets out a small sigh as he leans back in his seat, running a hand through his hair in frustration. this photography project was going to be the death of him. he reaches for his americano, taking a small sip as he looks up for a split second, eyes locking on a figure sitting a long ways away from him.

his eyes widen, and he puts down his drink, eyes still lingering. he lets them trail over the girl, observing her actions. she had a leg up on the cafe’s chair, her phone in her hands as she swiftly seemed to be texting someone. her eyes are sparkling, and she has a radiance that cannot be described with words. he feels like he’s stuck in a trance, unable to look away.

he observes her for a little longer before starting to realize it might be a little odd. he looks away, the tips of his ears turning a little pink with embarrassment. he pushes up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, turning back to his work before he can get distracted again. however, now, he had a small smile on his lips.

he lets the thought go, not worrying too much about it because who has time for that anyways? he’s had this project for a day and still has not even the slightest clue what he’s going to do for it. he finishes setting his stuff up and, hands in his pockets, walks over to the counter to grab a coffee or a snack if he’s feeling it.

you and lily get your food after a short wait, sitting back down at the small table you had chosen. you turn your head as someone passes, eyes widening a bit. you sit there, frozen. you feel your heartbeat stronger than you did in the few seconds prior, blinking as you start hitting lily’s arm gently. she looks at you, annoyed. “what?” you turn back to her with a small smile on your face. “he’s here!” you say, your smile growing. lily just laughs a bit as she looks at you and your expression.

“you’re so whipped, and you don’t even know his name.” she teases, still laughing. you laugh along, also finding the situation funny. “hey, i’m not whipped. i just find him attractive; that’s all.” you clarify, lily’s eyebrows raising as she looks at you. “sure, and i’m not australian.” she rolls her eyes playfully, still laughing. you both laugh for a moment before calming down, finally getting to try the food you bought.

you and lily have a blast pretending to be food critics as you try the snacks, laughing at the other’s impression. this goes on for a while and you guys take a few pictures and update your socials, of course. eventually you run out of food to ‘judge,’ calm down, and come to the realization that while you’re here, you should try to get some work done.

you both take out your laptops, lily focused on trying to find inspiration for her photography project and you trying to finish this one research paper that’s been taking forever. the two of you work for a good while, you finally finishing your paper and lily, having gotten nowhere past the rubric for the assignment.

lily groans and leans back in her chair, hands reaching up to rub her face. “this project actually sucks,” she starts complaining. “at this point, i’m seriously considering using dino’s idea.” your eyes widen, and despite knowing it's a joke, you still say, “no, no. do not do that.” you turn to fully face her now. “when is it due?” you ask. her eyes dart around her laptop screen for a moment before she says, “like next month,” she practically breathes out. “but still, if it takes me a week to come up with the idea, that only leaves me with three weeks to gather the photos.”

you nod along, realizing her problem. she lets out a sigh and closes her laptop, standing. “well, let's not worry about that, hm?” you just look up at her weirdly. “i don’t want to worry about this right now, so let’s go and watch a k-drama at home or something.” you laugh at her behavior and start packing up as well, sneaking a final glance at the working stranger who you’re ‘whipped’ for already.

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yourenzoo · 3 months ago

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every. word.

i had to speak about this because this is genuinely eating me alive. so fucking disappointing and upsetting.

i swear, some of y’all are the most disrespectful, entitled people i’ve ever seen. what the actual fuck is wrong with you? the kids are finally on the south american leg of their world tour, their first time in brazil, and instead of giving them the love and respect they deserve, some of you are out here acting like complete clowns.

stalking their hotel? crowding outside and filming them while they’re on the goddamn balcony? are you kidding me? they can’t even step out to breathe without a fucking camera shoved in their face. that’s not admiration, that’s obsession. and not the good kind.

and then they go to the beach, probably thinking they could relax and enjoy a moment of peace.. but no. y’all are out there too, filming them like they’re fucking zoo animals. make it make sense !!!!! what part of the word 'privacy' is so hard to understand? these are real people. human beings. the level of audacity is insane. do you even realize how suffocating that must feel? they’re literally on the other side of the world from home, wanting to meet their fans, their supporters from around the world, excited but probably exhausted, and this is how you treat them? so fucking disappointing.

but no, it doesn’t stop there, because of course it doesn’t! let’s talk about the absolute vile shit that happened after the chile concert. some of you had the nerve, no, the fucking gall.. to bash chan. over what? ghosting bubble for a week? after his group was mobbed at the airport? after one of his teammates nearly fell because of fans trying to stick to them? really?

a line of enlightenment, he’s not your personal entertainment service. he’s a human with a life, responsibilities, and feelings. he needed a damn break. he deserved it. maybe he was tired. maybe he just wanted to exist without the constant pressure of pleasing millions of people. but no, that’s too much for some of you to comprehend.

and then, when he finally comes back, the first thing he does is check in on his home country. because, in case you missed it, oh wait, you didn’t, you just didn’t care— sk was dealing with wildfires. literal, destructive wildfires. but y’all wanted him to just pretend that didn’t exist? the man asked if the weather was okay in his home country, and you psychos lost your shit.

calling him slurs? cursing him out? saying he only cares about k-stays? because he dared to check on his country? some of you even said you’re selling your concert tickets like that’s some sort of punishment. quite frankly, do it, i dare you. better and sensible stays are out there who actually deserve to attend their concert. go sell your tickets. stray kids don’t need “fans” like you there.

and what makes it worse? chan probably saw all of that. every disgusting comment. y’all made him feel like shit. you really sat behind your screens and tore down the most caring, selfless man who has done everything for his team pretty much his family, those around him, his company, and the fandom. after all the sleepless nights, the constant work, the emotional labor, this is what he gets? and then he comes back to bubble. those messages. are you fucking serious? that broke me. that genuinely broke me.

chan doesn’t deserve this. none of the guys do. i’m so goddamn tired of this toxic shit. y’all claim to love them, but the second they don’t cater to your every whim, you turn on them like a pack of wolves. being a stay isn’t about getting constant attention. it’s not about thinking you own them. it’s about supporting them, respecting them, and appreciating everything they do. if you can’t do that, leave. nobody fucking wants you here.

and before anyone says, 'but i didn’t do any of that!' — good! then this isn’t about you. but if you ever catch yourself excusing this behavior, staying silent while your so-called stay-friends act like actual bitches, or brushing it off as 'just criticism,' then yeah, you’re part of the problem. and i’m done sugarcoating that shit.

protect skz. respect skz. and for the love of everything, leave chris alone. i’m fucking done.

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yourenzoo · 3 months ago

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THE WEIGHT OF SILENCE: CHAPTER 1 : day one previous, masterlist, next

you shut off your phone with a small, breathy chuckle as you begin your way toward where the map told you to go. the air is cold and felt slightly damp due to the rain the day prior, but was still nice nonetheless. springtime was almost here, trees reaching the end of their dead season and approaching the time when they shine the most.

when you reach the cafe and open the door, you’re instantly hit with the most wonderful scent you’ve ever smelled in your life and from that moment knew this would not be your last visit here. you enter and instantly bask in the warmth the small shop provides, moving to go grab a good seat before it's taken. you snag one tucked in a cozy corner, a window at one of your sides so the natural daylight could shine through. you put your bag down to save the seat before turning around and wandering over to the display case at the front.

you take a moment to look over all your options before ordering a latte and a small pastry, planning to order something for your friends as you were leaving so it'd be fresher when you gave it to them.

while you wait for your drink, you look around at the scenery you find yourself in. the cafe was small but definitely cozy. it had warmly tinted lights and lots of windows. there were plants and small flower pots scattered on the seemingly randomly placed shelves on the walls. the shop carried this aroma of sugar and warmth, if that even makes sense. it was just the definition of comforting.

once your items are ready, you make your way back to the table you saved, placing down your latte and small treat. you make yourself comfortable, bringing up one foot to rest on the seat as you take out your laptop because even though you’d love to just enjoy the atmosphere and relax, you’re a college student and have this lovely thing called homework.

you set up your laptop and start finishing some assignments you had put off, occasionally taking sips of your latte and small bites of your food. a good 20 minutes passes, and you stand up to take the trash of your finished food to a garbage can. once you finish that little side quest, you sit back down and exhale deeply as you grab your drink and take a few sips, just looking around.

while you’re merely observing your surroundings, your eyes catch on a figure who seems to be very absorbed in his work. his black, shiny-looking hair falls over his forehead and parts of his eyes and glasses effortlessly, his features all screaming ‘focus’ while his hands move quickly over his keyboard. he’s wearing a bit of jewelry—a few necklaces, bracelets, and maybe rings?—and from what you can see of his outfit, he has enviably good style.

when you realize you probably seem like a creep for staring for so long, you turn back to your now black laptop screen. you place your drink back on the table and turn your device back on, shaking your head softly to refocus yourself as you reabsorb yourself into the work you still need to finish.

even though you really should be getting your work done right now, you feel the urge to tell your friends the discovery you’ve made instantly and can’t stop yourself as you pull out your phone and begin typing away to the group chat with some of your closest companions.

however, you fail to notice the pair of eyes analyzing you just as you had been doing only a few minutes prior, and lingering just a moment past what would be considered ‘normal.’

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