#even still….hyuna what the fuck
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has anyone on here mentioned hyuna is possibly dating yong junhyung, former member of highlight who was involved in the burning sun scandal? bc i havent seen it around here yet
#saw she was tending in twitter as was excited until i saw why 😑#also i say Possibly bc she just posted a pic of them holding hands on insta. there wasn’t a statement or anything#even still….hyuna what the fuck#🎆.txt
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just speed watched the entirety of alien stage!!! some notes on my experience
what the fuck
#alien stage fucked me up.#best way possible though#i'm so hyped i love hyuna already#which is very funny cause i realised i'd watched all in before knowing alien stage FGVHBJKNLK:#anyway what the fuck mizisua really#set the stage for the tragic gays.#then i was introduced to ivantill#chat is this real. ivan is still real and sua is still alive god please GOD PLEASE#anyway. ivan my pathetic blorbo who i now love and kin a bit. i guess. i fucking#cries.#the entire premise is also so intriguing#and i love the whole. luka situation too even if he's a bit yknow#but i hope he genuinely dies having taking down the entire fucking system#or hyuna beats some shit sense into him#ON THAT NOTE SHORT HAIRED MIZI!!!! and till my blorbo too#but still. ivan ivan return my calls sighs the entire round 6 eviscerated me#and you expect me to return back? from this? like a regular person? FOR SHAME>#anyway expect the hyperfixation to hyperfixate#i want to cry.
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Hi there! Hope you are doing well! thanks for responding to my ask, I totally don't expect you to respond immediately. I really enjoyed the latest fan videos and social media posts you've uploaded!!! I'd also love a Minnie-Dino video! She'd be so supportive of his mixtape <3 All those variety shows you listed would be fun, also seeing how she and BM can bond over being in co-ed groups would be interesting. I wish Jessi's showterview was still a thing. Maybe Somi's yes or hot? --boo's pld anon
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a/n: I had troubles with the tags, but I think this will show up… let’s hope so🥲 thank you babes for your opinion and help! I decided to start with the minnie x dino fan video since I’ve also gotten private requests on my google form for a chapter like this so a big thank you to everyone you has sent in ideas for this through my form ˙ᵕ˙ Minnie and BM would be PURE chaos as well and I can’t wait to write something about them hahaha I thought maybe about doing a past Jessie‘s showterview kind of chapter bc I just love those videos so much, she’s so unhinged😭 but yes! Somi‘s yes or hot could also be an idea, I’ve only ever seen clips from her with hyuna, but I loved it hahah🩷 anyways, I hope you and everyone else enjoys this chapter, thank you as always and please stay happy and healthy🫶🏼
minnie and dino: the adorable noona-dongsaeng duo of seventeen
[welcome, welcome]
[this video will for one, warm your heart]
[and two, tear you to shreds when you remember that you neither have a minnie or a dino in your life]
[have fun]
[GOING SEVENTEEN] EP. 36 SVTSIDE OUT
[when I tell you, this woman would literally defend this man with HER LIFE]
[i mean it]
The mood was abruptly changed to 'anger', already calling out for chaos as Minghao was just passing around the bottles of different drinks he had brought for the group. Speaking normally was unknown to the members from that moment on. They only knew how to converse in shouting.
Hoshi had come up to the '97 Liner, ordering him to go back again and get more drinks.
[the entire episode was so chaotic, good god]
He got on his way but stopped a few feet away from the rest of the group to ask for specific wishes as to what drinks the members would want. When Dino offered to come along and help him, Hao shouted at him.
"Sit!"
[everything about this scene was so freaking funny]
[i literally almost peed my pants]
[#tmi]
Getting an immediate response from the maknae in doing exactly that. The girl next to him chuckled, hiding her grin behind her hand as she tried to keep the juice she had just drank from the bottle in her mouth. It was rare to see Minghao in such a state of anger, even if he was just acting. The dancer disappeared around the corner when at the same time, Jeonghan decided to speak up.
"Dino, go with him!" He demanded.
The youngest, who was just about to sit back down between Minnie and Jun, decided to stay up and turn around.
"But he- he doesn't- he said DON'T!" He shouted out, making all of the other members chuckle and laugh out loud.
[okay but why do i kinda want dino to scream at me now...]
Hoshi leaned onto the female member, almost unable to control his laughter.
"I want to, but he says not to!" Dino continued to argue with the '95 Line on the far left in the camera view as they continued to order him around, trying to get him to follow Minghao.
"Ya!" Minnie surprised everyone by suddenly standing up, "Leave him alone!"
[minnie not taking shit from man, even if it's just acting, even if it's her own members, LET'S GOOO]
Getting a hold of the maknae's lower arm. "If you want your drinks, go get them yourselves!"
[her defending him is so fucking cute omg]
"You can go with him if you talk back to us like that!" S.Coups stood up, making the girl subconsciously take a small step back.
[not minnie or dino related, but i just KNOW that was muscle memory and our girl here was SCARED]
[i mean, who wouldn't be, yk]
[but i'd also be turned on bc it's scoups]
"Yeah, go with him!" Joshua joined.
Followed by Jeonghan, "You have to respect your elders, Minnie!"
[why could i actually hear them fr using these arguments with her omg]
She was just about to open her mouth again, a small smirk making her lips curl that she tried to hide so hard when she felt a soft tug on her arm.
[oh she was ready to go OFF on them]
[i'm so sad she didn't]
[i need the evidence of scoups constantly talkign about minnie talking back to him]
[i need it]
"Come on, noona," Dino dragged her along with him. "They're not worth it."
['THEY'RE NOT WORTH IT']
[OMG]
With a sarcastic shake of her head, she sent one last glare towards the three eldest of the group before following the younger member.
[the comedic duo we never knew we needed just disrespecting elders]
[slay]
-
In the Soop 2 Ep. 2
[there's wayyyyy too much in the soop content]
[i should make a solo video of just minnie moments with certain members from in the soop bc it's literally my fave thing ever]
[but anyways, here we go]
Some of the members had gathered outside, drinking a bit and eating their dinner even though it was already late at night. Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Dino, who before had been on their own in a tent a little further away from the others, joined them - some other members, like Wonwoo and Vernon, had already left, leaving Seungkwan, Dino, Dokyeom and Minghao on one side of the table, while Seungcheol and Jeonghan were occupying the other seats opposite of them.
[they're were just enjoying their time together so much and i'm praying they'll get to do this OR things with na pd more often]
[pledis pls]
[but i know these bitches won't listen]
Minnie and Mingyu had decided to stand up with the rapper standing closer to the maknae line, his position fixed at the grill, and the girl resting her hands on Cheol's shoulders. The oldest member had put his right hand on top of hers, his thumb gliding over her skin comfortably.
[again: not dino-minnie related, BUT LIKE...]
[are we interrupting something here?!]
[i mean we know how close they are... platonically... right...]
[anyways]
[we'll never know]
[but it was a cute scene either way, so you better bet i kept it in]
After the not-so-few few drinks she had had, she needed every little bit of support she could get.
She had blended out most of the conversation that was going on around the table, too occupied with trying to understand what Mingyu was trying to tell her - how the hell am I supposed to be able to read lips while drunk, she thought to herself.
[i don't know what kind of messages they were sending each other but istg minnie and mingyu are something else]
[ESPECIALLY WHEN DRUNK]
[or maybe just when they're in the soop, i don't know]
[but i freaking love it]
Only snapping back into the present when Dino's voice rang through her ear.
"Have you ever lit a campfire before?"
Jeonghan's answer, was, as expected, "No, I haven't."
"Oh, he hasn't!"
"So, let's try lightening it tomorrow," the '95 Liner proposed.
Minnie let her hand drop from the leader's shoulder before walking to the other side of the table, passing Joshua, who had also joined them again. S.Coups' eyes followed her form as she walked up to Mingyu. To whisper something into his ear, she placed her hand on one of his arms, that he had crossed over his chest, to make him lean down to her height. As he raked himself up again only two seconds later, he smiled with a nod.
[?!]
Her attention was then immediately back on the maknae.
"If there's no fan with your mouth-" he spoke but stopped to show them how to blow onto the imaginary fire he was trying to create. "You have to blow like this to light it up," he continued explaining.
The female member was already grinning from ear to ear, listening attentively to every word the youngest was saying.
[BE MORE WHIPPED FOR HIM MINNIE, MY GOD]
[she loves him so much, i can't]
[he's literally just talking and our girly here is looking at him like that]
"Honestly," Jeonghan pointed at him, "You did this to look cute, right?" Minnie smiled to herself as this was exactly what she was also thinking.
[oh he most definitely did]
[gotta impress the noona]
As soon as the '95 Liner and Seungkwan started to imitate Dino's antics, there was no going back for him. They reenacted his pretended cuteness, getting chuckles from everyone at the table.
"Ok ok, then let's say that's not it and say it again," Jeonghan tried his best to get the maknae to repeat himself.
"Yeah," Dino started again. "When I went camping with my friend, we tried to light a fire, but we couldn't."
The '95 Liner played along. "Oh, then how did you light it?"
[jeonghan is such a parent HAHAHAHAHA]
[gotta love him]
"So, I just- I thought I should blow on it a lot. Like this-" the youngest repeated his action, adding an extra tint of cuteness as he imitated a 'blowing onto a fire' facial expression.
[STOP]
[WHAT A CUTIE]
[LOOK AT HIM]
Not able to hold back anymore, along with the rest of the members, Minnie started cheering and laughing out loud at the over-the-top cute antics of their maknae.
[GIRLY HAHAHAHA]
With quick steps, she was right behind him, throwing her arms over his shoulders to pull him back against her.
"Aaaah, our Dino's so cute! So grown up, but still so cute!" She squealed, getting a chuckle from the man in her embrace as he petted her arms.
[SHE'S SO CUTE]
[HOW CAN SOMEONE LOVE THEIR LITTLE BROTHER LIKE THAT]
[mine's a rat fr]
[but for minnie...]
[it's like once she looks at dino, nothing else is important anymore]
[but tbh, same]
The two swayed slightly before she released him again. In the next second though, her hands hand his cheeks, squishing his face in between her palms.
"Look how cute he is!" Getting another round of giggles from the guys surrounding them.
[i love how this seems such normal behaviour for them]
[i desperately need to drink with them one day]
[i want to be hugged and squeezed like that by minnie]
"Our little maknae!" She let go of him completely after pressing a kiss on the top of his head.
[AAAAAAHHHH CUTIESSSS]
-
Minnie Birthday Live 231222
The female member's eyes were fixed on the screen in front of her, frantically moving up and down and left and right as she tried to read through the comments Carats were writing. The cake she had only eaten a little bit of, was still in front of her, on the table in the hotel room she was staying in.
[i have so much to say about this birthday live]
[and just want to quickly adress how proud i am of her for adressing the airport issue]
[a queen]
[and now back to how much dino and her love eacht other]
"'What are you listening to these days?'" She read out loud, a small smile immediately appearing on her lips. "Well... I don't know if you've heard about it, but there's a new song that came out in... November- at the end of November. It's called 'Wait' and it's by this really cool artist called Dino," she couldn't help but chuckle at her own antics.
[and y'all are still arguing over who is the biggest dinonara, when this girl right here exists]
"So, yeah. In case you haven't looked up that song, I highly recommend it."
[of course you'd just try to mention him literally whenever you can]
[and of course, i've already listened to the song]
Right away, the comment section was filled with different coloured hearts - mostly pink and blue ones.
She giggled. "But jokes aside, I really have been listening to Wait a lot. It's really good and I really enjoy seeing this side of Dino. It's different... a little. But... it's good. And I'm really proud of him, so I want to support him, of course."
[she really is the best big sister ever wtf]
-
"Oh, is Dino watching? Some of you guys are saying Dino's watching."
[OF COURSE HE IS]
[he can't miss his noona's live]
The girl looked down at her own phone, which she wasn't filming with, chuckling down at the screen. "Ah yes, he is watching. He asked me how much longer I'll be live. Wait a second, Carats."
[he's actually a fan just like us, i'm telling you]
After a few taps on her phone, she put the speaker up to her ear. Only a couple seconds later, she spoke up.
"Hi, I think I'm still gonna be live for a while. Do you want to join me?"
[i'm actually convinced her voice changes slightly whenever she talks to him]
[but i'm also delusional af, so it's probably just my brain telling me that tbh]
The corners of her lips curled up at what came from the other side of the call.
"Ok, ok. I understand. Of course, yeah. Alright, we'll see. Bye-bye." She ended the call and looked back into the camera.
"Dino's gonna make a quick trip to the gym downstairs, and then he might join us," she explained and grinned at the end of the statement.
[LOOK HOW EXCITED SHE LOOKS]
-
A knock echoing through the room made her head shoot up towards the door.
"I'll be right back, Carats." She was quick to leave.
[girl is SPRINTING to let in her favourite little brother]
In the background laughter could be heard, coming from both male and female voices - everyone obviously immediately knew who was out of the camera's view.
After a few short moments, steps became louder and heavier as the two got closer to the table again.
"Look who's joining me!" Minnie called out, letting the maknae appear on the right side of the screen. "Dino-yaaa."
[shout it out girl, yes]
With a big smile, she patted the empty chair next to her. Without having to be told twice, the youngest sat down and right away, scooched closer towards the female member, both now perfectly filling out the screen.
"Hi everyone!" He greeted into the camera, waving his hands. "How was the live so far? Is Minnie entertaining you enough?"
[i could literally watch her just sit and it would be entertaining enough]
[i wish i was joking]
With a smile, the girl shook her head. "I've been entertaining them very well," she answered for herself.
[facts]
"Have you been enjoying the cake?" He turned towards her, looking at her with expecting big eyes as she nodded.
"Yess. It's really good, thank you." She patted his arm comfortably. "Do you want a little bit?" Not even waiting for his answer, she was already putting some of the cake's dough, along with the icing onto a fork. But before she could bring it up close to his mouth, he stopped her.
"No, no, thank you."
[he broke her heart with that, i just know it]
With a pout, she glanced at him. The fork still in midair. "Why not?"
"I just came from the gym. I have to be careful what I'm eating."
"Because of your diet?"
Dino nodded quietly. Minnie wasn't going to let him go off like that so easily.
"But it's good if you have a little bit of cake. Just a little."
[minnie lot letting him diet is soo big sister of her]
The maknae chuckled at her. "Says who?"
"Me!" She exclaimed as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, chuckling afterwards along with him.
[i agree]
A few seconds later, she was back in her 'big sister agenda', "But it's really not good to diet too strictly. If you eat cake you'll be happy. And being happy is more important than to be in good shame." She kept up her guard by still holding the fork.
[YES]
[I KNEW I STANNED THE RIGHT GROUP]
[i love her so much]
With a sigh, he gave in. "I know, you're right." Leaning forward to eat the small piece of cake. "Noona's always right."
[jesus christ]
[they're so much closer than just siblings]
[this is the kind of platonic love i just don't get]
[but i love it]
Minnie laughed out loud as he chewed. "I'd be careful with that statement. I might use that against you later," she pointed out.
[HAHAHAHAHAAHA]
[i mean, at least she's warning him]
"Oh," his face dropped immediately, "you're right."
[this, my friends, is the look of immediate regret]
Before laughing together with her, knowing damn well she will FOR SURE use it later at some point.
-
The two continued to spend a comfortable time together, going through some more comments, and talking about the tour, the upcoming concert, a little bit about the Christmas time, and his mixtape.
[they kept talking and talking and talking, like damn...]
"'Minnie and Dino haven't done the 'Wait' challenge yet', you're right!" The youngest member pointed at the screen in front of them. "We haven't yet. We still need to."
[fr]
[i was actually so surprised that she wasn't one of the first ones though]
Without missing a beat, the girl just spat out, "Do you wanna do it now?"
[i love her]
Dino turned his head to look at her. "Do you know it?"
[RUDE]
"Of course, I know it!" She scoffed. "How dare you think I wouldn't!"
[she was so offended omg haha]
He raised his arms in defence. "I don't know! We haven't learned it together yet, so I wasn't sure."
"Let's do it now," Minnie impulsively decided, standing up quickly and getting her chair out of the way - Dino copied her every move.
[there wasn't even a 'yes' or 'sure' from him]
[she just wanted to show everyone that she knew the dance even without actively learning it]
[bc I BET she watched that mv an unhealthy amount of times]
[girly is probably half of the streams]
Soon enough, they had also moved the phone they were filming with a little further back, giving them more room and showing more space of the hotel they were staying in.
"Wait, we need the music," the maknae remembered, looking around to find his phone.
Minnie pointed towards something on the right side of the screen, "You can take mine."
Dino looked at her with scrunched eyebrows. "I thought you were using your phone for the live? Who's- ah, ok," he started but cut himself off before walking over to where she had pointed, coming back into the shot with the female's member phone in his grasp. He unlocked it, and a few taps later, the intro for his Mixtape was already playing.
[such a small thing, but i just noticed it: he knows her passcode?!]
[THE TRUST]
To get to the chorus quicker, he moved the bar on the music app, stopping shortly before the part they'd be dancing would start.
"Are you sure you know it?"
Minnie just nodded enthusiastically. "Of course!"
And sure enough, she did.
[she freaking killed it]
-
[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] Golden Disk Award Sketch
The group was in the middle of their practice session for the upcoming award show. Diverted into different small groups, the members were scattered around the room.
The group consisting of Jeonghan, Dino, Seungkwan, Hoshi and S.Coups, was up next to not only practice their own little moment but also ready to perform it and let their choreographer film it.
Youngjoon growled as soon as Seventeen's leader walked up to the camera. But once Dino had stepped into view, it was Minnie's voice that called out from the background.
[wonwoo and minnie are fr fighting for biggest dinonara and she is giving it 110%]
"LET'S GO DINO!" Getting a smirk from the maknae before he started his solo movements.
[HE GETS SO SHY]
[UGH I JUST WANT TO SQUISH HIM]
"WOW, SO COOL," she continued to cheer him on, making not only him but every other member too, chuckle, along with their choreographer.
[imagine being loved as much as dino is]
[damn...]
As soon as Hoshi moved into the middle, she fell quiet again.
In the next shot, after the practice round was finished, the camera was on the '96 Liner, who just looked at something out of view. A pout was evident on his lips.
Minnie chuckled, making the cameraman move over to her, letting everyone know that it was her, who Hoshi was looking at. "What?" She giggled.
"Why were you only cheering on Dino? What was that?" He asked her, keeping up the disappointed expression.
[HOSHI IS SULKY TOWARDS HER?!]
[compare this moment to all those stories they told about minnie being literally terrified of hoshi]
[how are these the same people HAHAHA]
This only made her chuckle again.
"Well," she sighed, "I guess you just have to work harder for me to cheer on you too."
[WOW...]
Before the performance unit leader could say anything, their maknae appeared from the right side, rushing over to the female member.
"No, Minnie just likes me more than you," immediately throwing an arm around her shoulder.
[HE'S THE CUTEST LITTLE BROTHER EVER]
[MY GOD, JUST LOOK AT HIM Y'ALL]
The girl giggled against his side before wrapping both arms around his torso, cuddling even deeper into him, as he put his other free arm around her frame as well - both now just standing in each other's embrace with big grins decorating their faces.
[i would actually do anything and everything for them]
Hoshi just continued to stare at them.
-
SEVENTEEN ‘손오공’ M/V BEHIND THE SCENES
Dino was in the middle of getting interviewed by the cameraman when in the middle of the sentence, the female member of the group surprisingly appeared. She engulfed him in a side embrace, her arms around his upper body and arms, holding him close as she let her chin rest on his shoulder.
[just IMAGINE being minnie and just getting to do that on the regular]
[he literally just continued talking as if this was nothing new to him]
Absentmindedly, she nodded along to everything the youngest was saying. After a few moments, he stopped and looked moved his head to look at her.
"Cold?"
She answered him with a simple nod and smile before opening her mouth to answer him.
"But don't worry Carats, Dino's body will keep me warm." Her comment got a chuckle out of the maknae, whose hands had started to rub her arm, trying to create some form of warmth, knowing she was one of the members to easily get cold.
[HOW DO I FIND MYSELF SOMEONE THAT LOVES ME THIS MUCH]
[DINO PLS I WILL BE GOOD TO YOU]
"You know," she glanced into the camera. "Whenever I'm hugging Dino these days, it feels like I'm hugging Mingyu."
[THE WAY SHE'S RUBBING IT IN]
[WE KNOW HE'S BEEN WORKING OUT]
[WE CAN SEE THAT]
[but she just had to mention it once again]
She dropped her arms to free him just in time as her compliment made the maknae laugh out loud, giving her his signature contagious bright smile as he threw his head back. She grinned at him.
[THAT SMILE IS PURE LOVE AND ADORATION]
He shyly smiled at her, "Ah, noona, don't overreact-"
[don't get all shy now]
"Hugging Mingyu?" Suddenly the familiar voice of her fellow '97 Liner appeared from the side she had just come from as well. "What about hugging me? Do you want a hug?"
[this man has ears EVERYWHERE when it comes to minnie]
[my god, my guy, she just mentioned you, calm down]
Without waiting for an answer, Mingyu copied her stance from before, wrapping both of his arms around her shoulders, her left arm buried into his muscular chest as she chuckled.
[?!?!?!?!?!]
[SO THIS IS WHAT IT'S LIKE TO BE MINNIE?!]
"I just said that hugging Dino feels like hugging you nowadays," Minnie glanced up into his eyes. "He's been working out a lot."
[also: can we talk about when the hell minnie went from pushing mingyu away to literally MELTING in his embrace?!]
[what chapter did i skip?!]
[bc i literally remember her avoiding his hugs to annoy him like it's yesterday]
[and now she's suddenly like this?!]
[girlyyyyyyyy]
The rapper nodded, both of the '97 Liners smiling at the youngest, who had a subtle, yet noticeable blush brightening his cheeks.
"That's true."
"But be careful not to get too big, Dino," the girl added, still in the embrace of the older member.
With a frown, Mingyu looked down at her, his arms loosening around her frame. "Are you saying I'm too big?" He wondered.
[THE WAY HE NEEDS THE VALIDATION]
[no mingyu, don't worry]
[minnie noona is just looking out for her favourite little dongsaeng]
No answer, just a pat on his chest and a loud laughter from the maknae followed.
-
'sleepover live hihi'
[i really do think that we as carats have moved on way too fast from this]
[their sleepovers... who seem to be like an almost REGULAR occurrence?!]
[but anyways, here are some of my favourite moments]
[mind you, this live is almost two freaking hours long... it's so hard to cut out only a few parts for this video]
The live started with no members in frame. The only thing Carats could see was the edge of a table and a navy couch in the background.
The comments were skipping over the screen at a quick pace.
'Who is this?'
'Which member put on the live and forgot?'
'Who's sofa is this?'
'omg they're having a sleepover????'
Then all of a sudden, two heads popped into the frame from each side.
"Hello!"
"Hii!"
Minnie and Dino greeted the livestream with wide smiles as they showed their faces, scooching in closer to sit right next to each other. Both of them were not wearing any makeup and in sweats, along with him in a black sweatshirt and her with, what appeared to be the same one in cream.
[CUTIES]
[LITERAL CUTIES]
[ANGELS]
[BABIES]
"Hi Carats," the girl leaned forward with a grin, her eyes scanning the comments. "Ah, everyone's so shocked to see us."
[not surprised]
[but i definitely wasn't expecting it ngl]
[but this has to be one of the best lives in svt history]
"That means our surprise worked," the maknae added, a proud smirk on his lips. He leaned back against the sofa, swiftly brushing a hand through his hair.
Minnie nodded, "Looks like it." She stopped for a second before continuing. "'Dino and Minnie look so cute so late at night'" Thank you," she chuckled. "Even though we've already had a few drinks, Carats still say such nice things about us."
[i feel like she gets so giggly when drunk and just even more beautiful fr]
[y'all see that GLOW?!]
[gorgeous]
"Mm," the youngest nodded, now joining the girl by leaning forward to also read through the comments. "Yeah, we've already had a few drinks, but we only now decided to put on the livestream."
[AND HIM?!]
[YUM]
"I think not a lot of Carats expected us to drink together like this."
"Hm, yeah, that could be true," Dino stated before his eyes fixed on one specific comment. "'Are you really having a sleepover?'-"
"Yes!" Minnie showed a bright smile to the camera, stretching out her arms to the sides.
[SHE'S SO EXCITED ABOUT IT AAAAH]
[you gotta love her, come on]
The youngest changed his seating position slightly. "Minnie invited me over to her place."
[defo not crying]
"Because you haven't slept over here yet," she glanced at him as he nodded.
"That's right, not here yet."
[didn't know wtf they were talking about back then]
[now we know: mimiwon moved into a new apartment]
[and minnie needed dino and her to have a sleepover at the new place]
[CRYING]
A yawn escaped her lips, making Minnie cover her mouth and close her eyes for a second. "But I'm more tired than I expected, to be honest," she commented.
Dino smiled at her, his hand patting her shoulder comfortably. "We've been preparing for the album very hard, that's why maybe."
"Mm, probably."
-
After a few minutes of just casual conversation flowing between the two idols, as if the camera wasn't even recording, the girl had gotten up to get them something more to drink.
It was now Dino who was in charge of entertainment.
"Okay," he looked down at his own phone, which he had put on the livestream, so he could read through the comments more easily. "'Do you have sleepovers like this often?'" He read out before speaking up slightly louder, looking to the right side of the screen where the girl had disappeared into. "Would you say we do this often, noona?"
[there's just something... about him... he's just too adorable]
Minnie's distant voice could be heard in the background. "Not as often as I would like to." Her comment got a wide grin from the maknae in return, who tilted his head to the side.
[GIRL YOU CAN'T BE SO CUTE WHAT THE HELL]
"Awww, noona! You're so cute!" He almost squealed, making her laugh out loud.
[FACTS DINO]
"Carats, Minnie-noona is really so sweet, right?' For a second he went quiet, now back to looking at his phone. "They're all saying how sweet you are!" Dino called out to let her know.
[well, gotta let the queen know that we love her, yk]
Minnie chuckled, "Thank you, guys!" She shouted out to make sure her voice could be heard in the live.
"Oh-" the maknae suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
"What?"
"Some are saying Vernon is watching- is he watching? Hold on" After tapping around his phone, his lips curled up. "Aaah, he really is watching. He commented 'Wow, now I'm jealous', 'Minnie is making drinks for you?'"
[OF COURSE]
[of course vernon is jealous of them]
[i'd be too]
[minnie pls take good care of him as well]
[god... minnie and vernon are also so adorable together]
With quick steps, the girl was back in the living room,
"What? No! I asked him if he wanted to come too, and he said no!" She whined out loud as the sound of clinking glass rang through the background, coming from everything she was placing on the table for them to drink.
[missed his chance i guess]
"He's regretting his choice now," Dino stated.
[i'd be regretting it for weeks tbh]
Once the girl went back into the kitchen, the youngest's eyes went wide as soon as they landed on the amount of liquor on the table that was hidden from the view of the livestream.
"Noona! You really think we're gonna drink that much?"
[let's gooooooo]
"I don't know, maybe," she just answered. "Maybe Mingyu wants to drink something too."
[she really thinks of everyone, doesn't she?]
[god, i'm gonna cry]
"Aaah, ok ok," Dino nodded, going back to reading through the comments while the girl came back with takeout containers, putting them somewhere behind the camera and onto the floor before she made herself comfortable again next to the maknae. "'Is Mingyu invited too?' He... I don't- I don't know, is he invited?" Directing the last question to the girl, who just chuckled.
"I can't not invite him. He lives here."
[she knows that we know and i know that we know, but will i ever get enough of mimiwon living together? No.]
[i need all the domestic shit about them, pretty please]
[including dino, their child, having fun sleepovers at their place]
"Exactly!" A loud voice surprised the two younger members, making them jump up and look to the right side, groaning when they came to sight of the culprit.
Minnie was holding her chest. "You idiot! Stooop! Don't scare us like that!"
Mingyu ignored her scolder and started chuckling, "Did you buy the entire liquor store? Are you crazy?"
[not him judging her for that]
[bro, when i tell you i bet he drinks even more than her]
"I can buy whatever I want. It's my money, and I'm an adult," she fought back and sat up straighter, making the maknae clap and nod proudly as he was just sitting there, listening to the two '97 Liners bickering around.
[POP OFF MINNIE]
[love supportive feminist dino]
"Wow," the rapper sighed, "You two... you guys are really- wow..."
[he's so done]
[he is sooooo done HAHAHAHA]
-
"'Dance cover now please'" Minnie chuckled after reading a comment she found amusing, "Right now? I don't think that's a good idea." And oh how right she was, but that wasn't gonna stop the maknae.
"No, noona, let's do it!"
[HOW COULD SHE EVEN SAY NO IF HE LOOKS AT HER LIKE THAT AND LITERALLY SPEAKS IN POUT?!]
He turned towards the camera, "We've been wanting to film a Danceology video, but we can never decide on just one song. We have so many songs we want to do, so it's hard. But we can show you now." Without wasting another second, he pushed himself up from the floor, only for Minnie to quickly reach out for him.
"No, Dino, stop," she laughed, "You're gonna hurt yourself. Don't. We can do it another time, but not after drinking," she assured him with a nod.
[...]
[when i tell you: she will in fact be the most amazing mom]
[i don't care that they're 'only' two years apart]
[the way she acts with him, takes care of him, AND TALKS TO HIM]
[perfect sister and perfect future mom]
[minnie pls adopt me]
Slowly, but surely, Dino lowered himself onto the floor again, landing on his butt with a heavy sigh. "When did you become so responsible?"
[SINCE SHE CARES ABOUT YOU]
[but in all seriousness: jesus, just call her out like that]
[minnie just gets responsible when it's about dino]
[her favourite]
Making the girl laugh out loud.
-
"Noona?"
[melting every single time.]
"Hm?" Minnie hummed in wonder while her eyes were still trained on the comment section on her phone in front of the duo.
Dino, who was still looking at his own screen, leaned forward, tapping his older sister on the shoulder to make her turn towards him as he pointed at the screen.
"Read it," she told him with a nod, but he shook his head.
"I don't know how to pronounce it."
Her frown at first quickly turned into a kind smile as she tilted her head in awe. "Yes, you do. You can speak English. Read it."
"Ah, noona, I don't want to. You do it." Pushing his phone towards her.
But even with his cute voice ringing through her ears, Minnie stood her ground, "No, you can do it."
[the way she keeps insisting on him reading it]
[like yes, go on]
[i love how supportive he is of every member whenever they speak english or want to speak it]
"Then I will look for a different comment," he shook his head and leaned back against the couch, getting another chuckle from the girl.
[but then, she also doesn't push him to make him feel uncomfortable, but just lets him do his thing]
[UGH, probably looking way too much into this, you don't have to tell me, but just leave me to it pls]
-
"'Is Dino... your... fa-vourite member?'" Dino read out loud in English.
With a wide smile, the girl turned her head to glance at him, "Of course, you are."
[GIRLY DIDN'T EVEN HESITATE FOR A SECOND]
"Ah, noona!" With a shy squeal, he hit her arm, making both of them chuckle in synch. "You are my favourite member... too."
[HIS ENGLISH]
[stop, he's actually the cutest]
"I'd hope so."
"What?"
"It means I would hope that that's true."
-
The maknae surprised the female member with his sudden laughter.
"'Minnie and Dino have couple hoodies?'"
"What?!" She whipped her head to look at him, shock written all across her face. "Those aren't couple hoodies!" Minnie whined out while all Dino could do was fall onto the floor, his laughing continuing.
[SHE SOUNDED SO OFFENDED]
"Why would we own couple hoodies?!" She wondered out loud, more to herself than to anyone in particular, before looking back into the camera. "You guys," she pointed a strict finger. "Ew, why would we wear something like that?"
"Hey!" The youngest pushed himself up again, glaring at the girl. "Why 'ew'?"
[oh no dinooo]
Minnie sent him an unamused facial expression. "What else am I supposed to say? It's weird."
Dino shrugged, "It's funny. Maybe they are couple hoodies and we didn't realise when we bought them."
With a pout, the female idol leaned back against the couch. "Now I don't know if I want to wear them anymore."
[she's so dramatic, i love it]
"No, you can't take it off," the maknae was quick to tell her, his eyes giving her a serious look.
"Why not?"
"Because... I would be really hurt," he simply told her, making Minnie giggle.
[well now she REALLY can't]
[she'd never do that to him, we all know that]
She threw her head back against the cushion, reaching forward with one hand to push the younger member away from her.
Dino chuckled at her reaction, touching the spot where she had shoved him. "I mean it, noona. Let's just continue wearing them."
[love how persistent he is about this]
"Okay, okay," Minnie agreed, running her fingers through her hair to get them out of her face. "But let's not call them couple hoodies."
"Yeah... it feels a bit weird," the youngest admitted shyly, sending a quick look towards the camera when a sudden touch from the girl surprised him.
"I told you!"
-
[you gotta understand]
[if dancers do a livestream, they gotta also dance]
'That That' by Psy feat. Suga was blasting through the speakers in the living room of the apartment. The coffee table had been pushed back, the phone still prompt up on it. Minnie and Dino's bodies were eliminated by the colours reflecting on them from the video the beamer was displaying on the wall. The duo had the choreography perfectly memorised- of course, they did.
[i just imagine wonwoo and mingyu somewhere in the apartment, just praying that minnie and dino will get tired and just go to sleep]
[it was way too late for them to be up and have this much energy for dancing like this istg]
Along with the, at this point probably too much, alcohol in their system, singing and dancing had become much harder than each of them expected - now rather slurring and panting through the lyrics of the song.
Shortly before the song had reached the end, the female member fell to the floor, her hands on her knees.
"Jesus..." she breathed out heavily.
A laugh erupted from the maknae as his eyes fell on her crouched frame. "Noona! You're a main dancer, come on!" Reaching out and grabbing her arm to pull her back up.
[oh to have dino's energy]
Minnie groaned as she straightened her back, "I'm not as young as you anymore, Channie." Only making him shake his head and laugh even more.
[PLS]
[she really just took over jeonghan's old person personality]
He turned around to snatch the phone from where he had thrown it onto the couch and tapped on its screen. "What do you want to do next?" He moved his body around to let the girl get a look at the screen as well. "This?" He asked her, to which she nodded,
"Let's do that."
[whatever the baby wants, the baby gets]
-
DINO Mixtake 'Wait' M/V BEHIND THE SCENES
Vernon stepped into the shot first, greeting the camera with a quick "Hello" as he passed the cameraman. Dokyeom, Wonwoo and Minnie were already taking their seats by a table that wouldn't be used in the scene the crew and Dino were filming.
"Our Dino's first mixtape," Seokmin smiled into the camera as he spoke. Behind him, the girl was standing up with her phone in her hand, filming and taking pictures with a big grin on her face.
[insert kris jenner's camera meme]
[YOU'RE DOING AMAZING SWEETIE]
Wonwoo took a quick glance to his left, the same direction Minnie was focused on. "Woah, so cool!" He shouted out proudly, getting a chuckle from the other members.
[again: the fight for biggest dinonara continues]
[why not just agree they're both the unofficial parents and leaders of the dino fanclub?]
"Dino-ya!" The female member called out, making the maknae turn around, immediately smiling when he saw her with her phone on him. He sent her a quick grin and a thumbs up. The girl's smile widened.
[she's such a mom omg]
One last picture later, she put her phone down, turning towards the other members, who were looking at her in amusement, when she noticed the camera was still filming her.
"I'm gonna send those pictures to Dino's parents." She explained, taking a seat opposite Wonwoo, who was still gazing at the youngest member.
[HOW COULD SHE BE SO ADORABLE?!]
[her sending his parents pictures of their son, omg stop i'm already about to cry myself to sleep]
[this is too much for my heart]
-
Seungkwan and Mingyu had joined the group, also deciding to visit their maknae on set. The younger of the two was speaking into the microphone as Minnie joined them, walking up to them behind her fellow '97 Liner to stop by his right side. With her arms crossed she kept her eyes on the younger member, who had started to comment on Dino's hair.
[i love how literally whenever there's seungkwan bickering with dino, there's minnie showering him with even more love]
The girl suddenly got closer to Seungkwan, motioning for him to hand her the microphone, not wasting a second, to voice her opinion.
"I love your hair, Dino-ya!" She smiled brightly. "And I love you too!"
[gotta let the world know yk]
Her quick addition earned her a gentle smack on her arm by the '98 Liner while Mingyu just chuckled at the duo, as Minnie had started to hit him back.
[don't even get me started on seungkwan and minnie, my god]
-
DINO Mixtape 'Making of Wait' EP.1
The youngest member was in the studio with Seventeen's main lead vocalist and producer. The two were going through the lyrics Dino had written for his upcoming solo.
"Minnie said she'll be here in ten minutes," he explained to Woozi. "I want to show her before we record."
[NOW THIS IS WHERE I ACTUALLY START WHEEPING]
[HE WANTS TO SHOW HER HIS LYRICS FIRST?!]
[stop being so adorable, dino, please]
[for the sake of my well-being]
"Ok ok," came as an answer from the '96 Liner who was out of the shot, his voice only barely noticeable.
The maknae turned towards the camera after reaching for his water bottle on the couch behind him. "I really trust noona when it comes to lyrics. Maybe she has better ideas for them."
[...]
[you don't want to know the noise i made when he said that]
The next moment, Minnie entered the studio, greeting the room with a cheery, "Hi!" Getting a wide smile from the '99 Liner in return. His eyes lit up as a plastic cup of coffee was placed right in front of him, slightly covering the camera's view.
"Wow, thank you, noona." As Dino reached out for it, the female member gently patted his head with a grin before letting herself fall onto the sofa.
[AGJFKSJOIFHEIBIF]
"Oh-" he stopped himself before he went to take a sip, snatching a piece of paper from the table the camera was placed on. "Here are the lyrics." Turning around to face her, Minnie stopped him by waving her phone.
"I read through them on the file you sent me."
"You already looked at them?"
With scrunched eyebrows and a slightly shocked facial expression, the girl gazed at him. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"
[exactly]
[how dare him even question this]
Dino shrugged, taking a sip from the Iced Americano. "I thought you were busy maybe."
[STOP]
Minnie had started to hunch over her phone, her screen brightening up the lower half of her face as she looked up at him. "Yeah, but this is important to you. Of course, I'm gonna look at it right when you send it to me."
[...]
[I...]
[... i am so not okay]
[i don't even think i know people that care this much]
[LIKE HOW]
Before the youngest could answer her again, Woozi spoke up from the right side of the screen. "You never do that with my lyrics. You always text 'I'll take a look later, I'm busy now.' And then you never do."
[OH HERE WE GO]
[lee, i'm so done with this girl but i also love and cherrish her so much and even let her stay in my studio when i'm not here and will always support her but also annoy the hell out of her and be an annoying ass brother who just loves her so dearly and will support her till my last day, jihoon]
"Stop lying!" Minnie exclaimed. "I don't say that! And you never look at MY lyrics!"
[the money i would pay to be a fly on the wall in the studio when they're there]
The maknae chuckled at the silly argument going on behind him, laughing out loud as Minnie tried to throw a pillow at their producer.
[and he's just sitting there enjoying this PLS HAHAHA]
-
"Alright," she took a deep breath as she pushed herself up to her feet. "I'm gonna go now."
"You're not staying?" Dino turned around, looking up at the older member.
[IF SOMEBODY LOOKS AT YOU WITH EYES THAT BIG, YOU STAY]
Minnie stopped in her tracks, "You wanted me to stay?"
He shrugged, "No no, I just thought maybe you want to."
[DINO PLS I CANNOT HANDLE THIS ANYMORE]
[HE IS TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD]
"Aah..." she let out a sigh, "I'm sorry. I'm meeting up with someone. If I knew you wanted me to stay, I wouldn't have made plans."
[just drop them, minnie]
[drop them]
[stay with him]
[pls he needs you]
[LOOK AT HIS EYES]
"It's okay, don't worry," he assured her. "Go, don't make them wait."
[noooo dinooooo]
The girl couldn't help but chuckle after she finished putting on her jacket again. "I shouldn't 'tell them, wait'," she imitated the sound of the song he was about to record, getting a laugh from him in return.
[... girl has been spending too much time with wonwoo bc good god, that was even worse than a dad joke]
"Exactly," he chuckled.
Before she left the duo to finish the recording, Minnie leaned down to be back in the camera's shot.
"Carats, please support Dino's solo well. It's gonna be really good and I know you're gonna love it."
[and she was right]
[we did]
-
[INSIDE SEVENTEEN] UNESCO Youth Forum Special Video Sketch
Seungkwan was grasping onto the sheets of paper in his hand, the maknae of the group right by his side as they read through the lyrics they had printed out. They were going through the English version of the group's song 'Together'. With both of them unsure about their pronunciation, Dino started looking around.
His eyes stopped scanning the room. "Noona!" He called out for the female member who was out of the cameraman's view.
[i could literally make a compilation of just him shouting out for her and wouldn't get tired of it]
"Can you help us?"
[OF COURSE BABY]
With quick steps, Minnie jogged up towards the two, coming to a halt by his left side. "Hm?" She hummed as her eyes fell onto the black-on-white text in front of them.
[girl was so quick]
[she'd definitely drop everyone and everything to help him]
[reminds me of when wonwoo called her with na pd-nim and she was on her way literally while they were still talking]
[she loves them so much, like HOW]
"You and I are never losing our way. You and I, we will be walking straight." The two younger members sang along to the song that was playing in the background. Seungkwan went over the lyrics with slightly more ease than Dino, who started chuckling at his own struggle.
"Try going slower first," the female member placed a comforting hand on the younger's upper arm.
[she is so patient]
[... god... please let me have my own minnie]
[or dino honestly too]
"But it's supposed to be sung at a quick pace," he told her.
Minnie nodded. "Yeah, but try speaking the lyrics slowly first and then increase the speed. That way your pronunciation will be clearer and you won't stumble over your words."
[THE PATIENCE]
[the way she's also explaining it to him so softly]
[as if he was delicate keramic]
[what a comparison, wow...]
With a grin, Dino turned towards the camera, "Everyone," his arm was thrown over the petite shoulders of the '97 Liner. "I have the best English teacher."
[AWWWWW STOP]
Getting a shy giggle out of her and a smack towards his chest, making him chuckle.
-
After his somewhat decent acrostic poem to UNESCO, Dino called out for the girl as she walked past the cameraman's back. Without having to be asked twice, Minnie showed up right next to the younger member.
"We're filming for UNESCO right now and we'll be in Paris in a few days, right?"
"Mm," the female performer nodded with a grin, the strong wind blowing through her hair, making her squint her eyes and tighten the colourful jacket around her body.
"Are you excited?"
"Of course," she smiled, "I can't wait to finally be in France with almost all of the members."
Dino nodded along with her answer. "Should we learn a little bit of French? Can you teach me something?"
[he really wants her to teach him, stoooop]
[omg imagine if he just started learning french from her]
[he'd be unstoppable]
Minnie chuckled, "What do you want to say?"
The maknae looked around the open field for a second as he thought to himself, the girls' eyes never leaving his form. He turned back towards her. "Something like 'thank you for your support'."
"Merci pour votre soutien."
[fuck, she's so hot]
"W-What?" Dino just glanced at her dumbfounded, taken aback by her quick answer, not remembering a single syllable that just dropped from her mouth. "What did you just say?"
[same dino, same]
Minnie couldn't help but laugh out loud at his reaction, stumbling back a few steps. Her cheerful sounds must've caught the attention of Wonwoo as he suddenly showed up next to her, bringing the girl into the middle of the two male members.
[and oop, there we go, the next dinonara appeared]
"'Thank you for your support' is 'merci pour votre soutien'"
"Ok," the youngest nodded slowly, "Merci-"
"Hm," Minnie supported him with a smile, "pour."
"Pour."
"Votre."
"V- Votre."
"Soutien. Sou-"
"Sou."
"Tien."
"Tien. Soutien?"
"Exactly," she nodded proudly.
[SHE'S SO PROUD OF HIM]
[LOOK AT HER SMILE]
[AW MINNIEEEEEE]
"Merci pour-" Dino stopped himself before continuing, glancing at her with squinted eyes as he tried to remember the correct pronunciation.
"Votre soutien," Wonwoo suddenly spoke up. "Merci pour votre soutien."
[HUIDHNIFJBHUZDGBP]
[I ACTUALLY JUST THREW MY PHONE AGAINST THE WALL]
[THIS MAN JUST DROPPED THIS SO EASILY]
[WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK]
[just when we thought he couldn't get hotter...]
With a shocked facial expression, the maknae looked at the '96 Liner. He pointed at him, "Who on earth do you know how to say it so perfectly?"
[RIGHT?!]
[i mean i'm no french expert but that sounded pretty freaking good]
[also: if you have minnie as a teacher, you're gonna learn well either way]
Getting the rapper's signature deep laugh in return.
"I already taught him," Minnie chuckled, looking back at the other member as he caught himself again, a small smile still on his lips.
[this is a minnie x dino video, so could you quit acting like the cutest freaking lovebirds, my god]
[:)]
"Aaah, ok ok," the '99 Liner smiled along with the older duo. "Ok, so... Merci pour... votre... and then?"
"Soutien."
"Soutien is support?"
Minnie nodded.
"Merci pour votre soutien," Dino repeated her phrase slowly, looking straight at the French speaker of the group, whose eyes went wide in pride.
"Yes!" The girl clapped her hands, Wonwoo joining her.
[#proud #oursonisagenius]
The youngest turned towards the camera. "Carats, merci pour votre soutien."
"Well done," she patted his back, the proud grin not leaving her face.
[i could actually cry from the way she looks at him]
-
[Relay Pick] BALANCE GAME with SEVENTEEN ┃Performance Team
[teacher minnie strikes again]
[but yk, sometimes you gotta teach 'em about life]
The next two scenarios were presented to the unit.
"Peeling perilla leaves or peeling shrimps," Hoshi read out loud. Minnie's head popped out from behind his shoulder, trying to get a look at the screen ahead of them.
Dino, who was standing right behind her shook his head, "I don't really know this."
"Really?" The female member whipped her head around, looking up into the wide eyes of the maknae. "You never heard of that?" But he just shook his head.
"Do you know this?" He asked her, to which she nodded.
"Of course, it was a big debate."
Jun, who was just as lost as the youngest of the group, had walked up to the screen, disappearing out of the camera's view.
"Look, it's like this, Jun," the performance unit leader started explaining. He took a step back, urging the others to do the same to create more space between them as he started.
"But why must it be perilla leaves?" Dino suddenly wondered, getting a chuckle out of the female member and making her turn around to describe the situation to him.
"Perilla leaves get easily stuck together, that's why they chose it."
He nodded along, "Aaah, ok ok."
[just accepting everything she tells him]
[i love them]
Mingyu's sudden voice surprised the duo that was deep into their own conversation.
"You're seriously so old fashioned," the '97 Liner commented, "it's a famous topic nowadays-"
"But that just means that he doesn't get jealous easily, that's good," Minnie fought back to the man she shared an apartment with.
[oh- there we go again hahahahaha]
"But he's part of the MZ generation, come on."
"No," a gentle pout formed on her lips as she took a small step back to place a hand on Dino's upper arm, "He's not the jealous type, it's a good thing. Old fashioned isn't bad anyways."
[THE WAY SHE DEFENDS HIM SO HARD]
With a smirk, the youngest turned towards his older sister. "But that means that you're really jealous, right? You know a lot about this topic."
[AND HE THROWS HER UNDER THE BUS JUST LIKE THAT]
[wow dino...]
[she got called out fr]
Minnie's expression changed when she glanced up at him with an open mouth, surprised by his statement. Hoshi moved to the side to take a look at the duo, chuckling at the situation when laughter in the background could also be heard, followed by Minghao and Jun who joined in.
"No!" The girl defended herself quickly, shoving him away from her. "I'm just... I'm into popular stuff at the moment, so I know about discussions like this."
[MH, sure...]
"No, noona. You just admitted that if you know about this, you're a person that gets easily jealous-"
"Alright, but it's not a good thing!" She quickly gave in, getting another round of laughter from the members in front of and behind the camera.
[this is were the real sibling energy is coming through]
[why would he call her out like that in front of the camera hahahaha]
"But how can it be considered normal for a friend to do things like that with your partner?" She whined out loud.
"Well," Hoshi answered her, "It depends on how good their relationship is, I guess."
"It's TOO GOOD if my friend does these things!"
[ngl... i feel a very deep and desperate need to see jealous minnie]
[pls]
[i NEED it]
A soft hit on her shoulder made her chuckle. Turning to the side, she found the youngest leaning into her, his laughter ringing through her ears.
"It's okay, noona." Infecting her with his joy.
[YEAH, CALL HER OUT FOR BEING JEALOUS BUT THEN TELL HER IT'S OKAY]
[little siblings, istg...]
"I'm okay with peeling shrimps," the leader made his final decision, "but the perilla leaf one is weird." He stepped to the side to leave a stunned Minnie in the middle - Dino, with a matching facial expression, right behind her.
"What?"
"Why?"
"Amazing..." Minghao added to the shock.
[they were NOT having it]
[but i get it bc same]
"Peeling it by hands like this," the maknae imitated the action of peeling a shrimp to the rest of the group.
"That's so much worse!" The girl agreed with him. "You take your time to peel it... only to then give it to the partner of your best friend?!" She turned to Hoshi. "That's not okay."
[SHE GETS IT]
"I agree," Dino nodded, linking his arm with hers as he dragged her in the opposite direction in which their leader had gone.
[dino went from not knowing anything about this topic to agreeing with his noona]
[gotta love them]
-
[GOING SEVENTEEN] COMEBACK SPECIAL: God of Light Music #1
[i'm so obsessed with every pi cheolin x minnie/a minnie character interaction]
[why do her characters literally ALWAYS have beef with him HAHAHA]
[but i think that might need to be a seperate video ngl]
[anyways, the following few scenes have still made it into this video just bc i love them so much]
"And I've also been working with a lyricist recently," Woozi explained to the man in front of him.
"Ooh," Pi Cheolin sat up straighter, "Who is this new lyricist?"
"Her name is Minnie, but she sometimes goes by Minhee."
"Minhee?" The man's face scrunched up in almost disgust. "I don't like that name."
['i don't like her name' when it's literally her government name😭]
Getting a chuckle out of Woozi that he couldn't hold back. "Where's she from?"
"She's from abroad. Europe," the '96 Liner continued. "Young and very talented."
"I see..." Dino, deep into his character, glanced around the room. "Then she must be really good in English, right?"
Woozi nodded, "Yeah, she lived in England before. She writes a lot of her lyrics in English, actually. And I, ehm-" he cleared his throat. "I actually asked her to accompany me here today to this meeting, I hope that's okay."
"Oh, of course, of course!" Pi Cheolin raised his arms up into the air. "The more, the better!"
The producer nodded with a smile, "Good, good. She should be here any second, I think." Just right after he had said that, a knock shook through the door.
"Come in!" Pi Cheolin shouted out.
Only a second later, the door opened to reveal the face of the girl they had just mentioned, peaking in to look around. Her eyes held still on Woozi's form, but before she could say anything, the man in the hat shot up from the chair.
"Minnie! You must be Minnie!" With a hard push, he jumped up onto his feet, his chair hitting the wooden shelves behind him before rushing over to the female member.
[bruh HAHAHA]
"What a beautiful young lady!"
[he's too good in this role, i love him]
Without warning, he grabbed her by her upper arms and pulled her in, letting first their right cheeks touch, then the left ones. Each time, he added an overly dramatic kissing sound.
[STOP]
"O- Oh- ok-," Minnie looked at him taken aback as soon as they were face to face again.
[so this was definitely not scripted, i guess]
[HAHAHAHAHA]
Pi Cheolin smiled brightly at her. "That's how you greet people in Europe, right?"
"I- sure? I guess?" She just shrugged.
[her new personality: europe]
Harsher than needed, the man patted her arms, making her almost wince.
[i can't]
"I'm glad to finally meet you!" Without looking at her again, he turned back around to go to his seat. "Please, take a seat! I heard so much about you."
Minnie directed her eyes towards Woozi as she claimed the chair right next to him, raising her eyebrows to ask him 'Really?"
He shrugged, "I only just started telling him about you. I don't know what he's talking about."
With a slow and unsure nod, she sat down.
[they're too good]
-
"I have to be honest with you, Minnie," Pi Cheolin suddenly turned seriously after the three had just negotiated the producer-writer duo to join his agency.
"Ok..." the girl carefully answered, fiddling with her fingers in her lap.
With his teeth tightly pressed together, he hissed in a breath. "Minhee. Your other name."
"My legal name, yes."
"We have to change it." He simply stated.
"What?" Minnie stopped with every little action she was previously doing, glancing over at the man. "But that's my real name. My grandma gave me-"
"We need to change it," he interrupted her, making her send an unamused look right into the camera.
[he really don't give a fuck about the grandma huh?]
For a second the room fell into complete silence. Pi Cheolin had a finger on his chin, looking like he was deep in his thoughts. "What about..." he spoke before stopping for a bit again. "Minstar!" He shouted out, surprising both members, making them cover their mouths as chuckles escaped their lips.
[HOW IS HE NOT DYING FROM LAUGHING]
[MINSTAR?! HOW DO YOU EVEN COME UP WITH THAT SHIT]
"Minstar?" The girl wondered.
The man nodded. "Yeah. 'Min', from Minnie. And 'star' because you are A STAR!" The sudden change to English was all it took for another round of quiet chuckles to fill the room.
[he's so random for what]
After not getting an answer in return, with Woozi covering his face with one hand and Minnie turned around towards the wall, trying to calm down her laughter, Pi Cheolin continued.
With his arms opened wide and a big grin plastered on his face, he stared at the two. "Do you love it or do you love it?"
The girl just sent him a thumbs-up.
[i just KNOW i could never hold it together in front of the camera]
[i know, out of all the members minnie falls out of character the most, but i would be so much worse omg]
[how could you not if you have someone in front of you playing this old man just a little too well for it not to be real?!]
-
As soon as the three walked into the recording studio, where Wonwoo, Jeonghan and Dokyeom aka Leo, Charles and Seokmin, Minnie was holding her hand up to cover her mouth, unable to keep any grins hidden as soon as her eyes fell on her fellow members.
[she was having a hard time keeping it together for literally the entire episode]
[but who could blame her]
They stood up to greet the CEO, producer and lyricist.
"Have you seen these guys before?" Pi Cheolin asked, pointing at the trio in front of them.
Minnie and Woozi shook their head. "We've never met them before," the '96 Liner answered for both of them as the female member was busy wiping away the tears that had fallen from her eyes due to her laughter.
"Oh, is that right?" The man exclaimed. "Then I'll introduce you-" As soon as he turned to the girl, who was crouched over, he stopped. "Are you okay? What's so funny?"
She was quick to catch herself, standing up straight again, "Nothing. Nothing. I'm okay."
With a slight squint, Pi Cheolin glared at her. "Lyricists need to be a bit more serious, I think."
[oh okay]
"I'll try my best," she promised him.
"Well then, let me introduce you to the best singers in the industry! Say hello, starting with you," he pointed at the '95 Liner, who revealed his age and name, followed by Wonwoo until they landed on Dokyeom.
But instead of talking to them, the '97 Liner started moving around, showing them a variety of what could only be described as 'tiktok moves from 2019'. Minnie couldn't hold it again and gave in as she turned to the side slightly, trying to ignore her fellow member in front of her. Pi Cheolin was having none of that.
"No, no," he grabbed her shoulders and turned her back around. "It's rude not to look at people when they introduce themselves." The girl just nodded.
[PLS LET THIS GIRL LIVE IN PEACE]
After a few more seconds, the CEO took the word again. "Your name... what's your name?"
"Seokminie," Dokyeom answered him.
"Oh, Seokminie?" Pi Cheolin's eyes widened. He surprised the girl with a slap on the back.
[why is he like this]
"See! Another reason why you have to change your name." But she just continued to stare at him. "So people don't confuse you two!" Pointing between the '97 Liners.
"So they don't confuse us?"
[...]
"Yes! Look at you two. You could be twins. Both young. Both attractive."
[DINO😭]
No comment was made to his statement as everyone was trying to hold in their giggles. Minnie shook her head.
After a few more jokes back and forth, including Seokmin shouting into their ears and bursting their eardrums, everyone had sat down.
"So!" Pi Cheolin suddenly stood up again. "Now, I'll introduce my trusted people right here." He placed both of his hands on the female member's shoulders, making her tense up slightly, which he noticed right away.
"Aah, don't be so tense, Minstar," he started massaging her shoulders, clearly not in a comforting way though as her face scrunched up and she tried to free herself from his grasp.
[MINSTAR]
[he's really going through with it]
After a few seconds, he stopped, only to squish her face in between his hands. "This is Minnie. We call her Minstar because she is A STAR!" His hands started moving around, squishing her cheeks a slight bit more. "
[minnie is so much stronger than i am bc i would actually beat him up as soon as the cameras go down, but i just know she lets him do this bc he's dino and she loves him]
[bc imagine if this was seungkwan]
I mean look at her." The room went quiet. "Look at her beauty. Her talent. You can smell her intelligence." Another moment of silence washed over the group after he took a big and loud sniff.
[JUST WHY]
"I see, you agree with me." He freed her again, making her touch her own cheeks again and frown at the camera.
"Let's move on to Woozi, the genius producer!"
-
[GOING SEVENTEEN] Don't Lie III #1
[something about dino in this episode was just so pure and cute]
The members cleaned up nicely. Each one of them was wearing a personalised, colour-coded outfit for the filming of the third part of their Don't Lie series. Minnie was sharing the couch with Minghao, Seungkwan and Jeonghan, sitting between the '95 and '98 Liner.
After going through the casualties and flaming Mingyu along the way, the group decided to let Dino be the first in the starting round of the Lie Detector test.
He got down to the floor, to sit right in front of the coffee table with the machine on top of it. After securing his hand with the velcro seal, one of the producers behind the camera started to explain the rules.
"After detecting your heart rate, when you're asked a question, press the button and answer-"
The members listened attentively, some nodding along to her words, but the maknae seemed as lost as he possibly could be. Dino looked to his left, making the girl chuckle as she could practically see the wheels in his head turning.
"How?" He suddenly asked, his eyes wide in lostness.
[THE CONFUSION]
[oh dino]
The group couldn't hold back laughing at his reaction.
Not even a second later, Minnie was already up on her feet, Jeonghan's hand on her back, dropping down to his side.
[she literally only smiled before she SHOT UP to get to him]
[the older sister instincts KICKED IN]
[also: pretty sure jeonghan kinda like pushed her forward bc he saw his baby in need]
She walked over to him and crouched down on the floor, her knees hitting the carpet as she tried to explain it again in simpler terms. But his eyes told her everything she needed to know - he still had no idea what to do. It just made her chuckle even more.
[minnie pls he just needs your help]
[pls help him]
"I'll do it for you. I'll activate it," Minnie placed a hand on his shoulder while her other one was on top of the coffee table, close to the lie detector. All Dino now had to do was listen to the question and answer truthfully.
-
"Noona!"
The female member whipped her head around at the sound of the youngest's voice. An awaiting smile was already plastered on her face.
With quick but short steps, Dino was right in front of her within a second.
"Is there a pharmacist?" He wondered in a hushed tone.
[i love how she was the first person he thought of to ask]
With scrunched eyebrows, clearly confused by the random question, the girl looked at him.
"What?"
"Is there a pharmacist in the game?"
"A pharmacist? Like... someone that works in a pharmacy?" She repeated his words, still unsure if she had understood him correctly. After getting a nod from the maknae, she spoke up again. "Why?"
Dino quickly glanced at his left and right, before leaning into her just a little bit closer and lowering his voice. "Jeonghan said he's the pharmacist," he explained, "I didn't even know there was such a role."
[well ngl i wouldn't believe anything that comes from jeonghan's mouth after being with him in the same group for this long of a time]
[the trust issues i have with this man are unreal]
"Aaah," Minnie nodded, almost unable to hold back her chuckle. After having dealt with the older's mischief for far too long, and getting involved in it for just as long, she immediately saw right through the lie.
You could see her eyes looking around the room as she debated her next statement - she could play into it, or she could tell him the truth.
But with those boba eyes looking right at her, she only had one option.
"No," she shook her head with a grin. "He's just joking with you. There's no pharmacist role."
[BUT DINO AND MINNIE, TRUST ISSUES?! NEVER]
"Really? Are you sure?"
Minnie nodded.
"But he keeps on collecting little pieces of paper that he finds," Dino imitated the size of the mentioned paper slips.
"I don't know... maybe he wrote them earlier? He was writing something before we started filming." The female member dropped the truth, making the youngest look at her with an open mouth.
[she even reveals jeonghan's secrets to dino, like what]
"Aaah... wow..." he shook his head. "He's really passionate about this game."
[he IS REALLY passionate about that game]
[but so is everyone else of you, sooo...]
The female member laughed as she agreed with him by nodding again.
-
[GOING SEVENTEEN] Runner-Up Sports Day #2
Part of the members were standing in a line, waiting for the next instructions during their filming. Vernon was holding the ball they'd be using for the dodgeball match that was coming up. It was fairly windy, but Minnie had found out the Mingyu was a good wind blocker, explaining why she was standing to his left.
[the gose producer's caption 'the great wall of mingyu' was perfect]
Dino was next to her, on her other side.
The group had fallen into a comfortable conversation, forgetting about the multiple cameras on them for just a few minutes.
After finding out that the only members to know about 'Shaun the Sheep' were Vernon and Minnie, Dokyeom had another question,
"Who knows 'Fairly Odd Parents?"
The youngest member of the hip-hop unit turned to the '97 Liner, continuing to subconsciously play with the ball in his hand.
"Ah, the Nickelodean cartoon?"
Dokyeom confirmed his wonder.
Minnie was fixing her hair when the maknae spoke up after a chuckle fell from his lips,
"My nickname in elementary school was Jimmy Neutron." The girl next to him fell into a fit of giggles, her head falling back as she was surprised and most definitely amused by the sudden comment. "My head was so big back then," Dino continued to explain.
[AWWWWW]
With a pout, the female member reached out to touch his arm, leaning forward to rest her forehead on his shoulder, hiding her amusement.
[she adores this man so much]
Without even thinking twice, Mingyu opened his mouth, "It still is." Followed by a chuckle.
[PLS]
[MINGYU]
[no filter]
Minnie's head immediately shot up. Her eyes wide, but her lips pressed together, trying to keep the corner of her lips from curling. She turned to her side and got a groan from her fellow '97 Liner in return as his hand flew up to where she had just smacked him on the chest.
[go off big sister minnie!]
[getting ready for defence]
With a sarcastic unamused facial expression, Dino commented on his statement. "You say such nice things." To which the girl was quick to turn to him,
"Awww," she laughed out and let her hand come up to cup his cheek, leaning onto his shoulder once again.
[PURE ADORATION]
-
In the Soop 1 Ep. 2
[what i want to say:]
[i am very sorry to end this video with this in the soop moment]
[BUT]
[it's literally probably my all time favourite minnie x dino moment, EVER]
[we see them always acting all sweet and loving and just caring for each other]
[but this... this was so much than that]
[and i still cry whenever i watch it]
All of the members left to do their individual things. Some had started getting ready for bed. Others were already sleeping. A few had gone into the kitchen for snacks. The only ones left outside were Dino and Minnie. As it was starting to get colder, Minnie had thrown a blanket around her body, while the maknae had chosen a jacket to keep him warm. The girl had started to collect some of the trash left behind by the other guys and put together the empty bottles of alcohol, so they'd have it easier to throw away.
It was quiet. The only sounds filling the open outdoors were coming from the river from a distance and the crickets and other insects that you'd find close to the woods.
Dino's eyes were trained on the female member, following her every movement.
[i don't know what it is, but dino just gazing at her is something that hits me so hard]
[like, a lot of the members look at minnie in a specific way, but dino... it's very special]
[again: pure adoration]
He stayed quiet, feeling just a bit sorry that he wasn't helping her, but the sudden rush of tiredness had surprised him - Minnie knew that and wouldn't comment on it.
Then the maknae suddenly broke the comfortable silence, "I'm really proud of you, noona."
[LITERALLY STARTED TEARING UP ALREADY]
The girl stopped in her tracks. She lifted her head to meet his gaze. "What?" She chuckled. "All of a sudden?"
"No," he shook his head almost shyly, immediately crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I've been wanting to tell you things like that, but... I've never found the right time."
The female member stopped her actions, taking a seat in the chair that Seungkwan had previously occupied.
[notice how she literally dropped everything and just sat down to listen?]
"Well..." she took a deep breath, "Do you think now is the right time? Do you want to talk to me?"
"I always want to talk to you, but...," Dino admitted, looking down at his hands before up at the older member again. "I don't really know... how to say it well."
"You can always talk to me. I'm always all ears for you, you know that," Minnie reached out to get a hold of the glass of water one of the members had left for her.
[first tears started falling]
"I know- Of course, I know." The maknae gulped. "But I really am proud of you."
The girl's eyebrows shot up as she tried to fight a pout. "Thank you, I'm really proud of you too."
Dino nodded. "You've been working so hard, so I... I just wanted to tell you that. Especially this year, you've been working a lot- I mean, you've always been working very hard with writing lyrics and helping Woozi... and also doing photoshoots and promoting Seventeen so well."
"Thank you, Channie," she smiled at her younger member who had been trying to avoid her gaze.
[something about her using his real name seems so special]
[i mean, maybe it was the alcohol]
[but also maybe not]
She continued, "But you should be really proud of yourself too. You've been doing a lot for not only the group but also for yourself. You've grown a lot over the past few years. You can be very proud of that."
Dino's eyes were fixed on nothing specific as he just glanced into the dark emptiness to his right.
"Do-" he suddenly started again. Minnie was still waiting patiently for him to speak, a soft smile plastered on her face as she couldn't take her eyes off the maknae. "Do you ever feel like you've missed out on something?"
She scrunched her eyebrows, "What do you mean with 'something'?"
He took a deep breath, brushing his hands over his thighs as he looked down. "That's something I've always wanted to ask you... but I was never sure if... if you wanted to talk about it." He took another second to let the question fall from his lips. "...Do... you ever feel... like you've missed out on something because you're in a group with us?"
"Because you're guys?" She wondered.
The maknae nodded. "I've been wondering about that for a long time I think, but especially now... and... after our contract renewal- I don't know-" he shook his head slightly. "I just... I was asking myself that. And if... like- do you ever think about how you're life as an idol in a girl group would've been?"
[HE WAS WORRIED ABOUT HER FOR SUCH A LONG TIME]
[AND NOW HE'S ASKING HER ABOUT THIS]
[bc of the contract renewal]
[makes me kinda think what if he was scared that she wouldn't want to renew it bc of that exact reason]
[brb gotta dry my tears]
A nearly sad chuckle tumbled from Minnie's lips as she looked at the younger member in front of her. "Why are you wondering about that?" Sounding almost concerned.
[fr don't make us cry like that]
Dino shrugged. "I was always wondering about you... and the group... but... when the contract renewal became a topic... I... almost started to feel bad, I think." Minnie decided to stay quiet to let him continue and give him as much time as he needed. "I was thinking about if...if we were maybe taking something from you... or... just in general... if you feel pressured into resigning maybe for some reason."
[...]
[...]
[...]
[WE DO NOT DESERVE THIS MAN]
"Ah..." Minnie sighed, looking down at her own hands, "Why are you worrying so much, Dino?" As soon as she looked up again, the camera, as well as the youngest, caught her glassy eyes. She didn't get an answer from him in return as he just continued to look at her.
"I..." she started quietly, her right hand brushing through her hair as she looked up at the sky and gulped. "I definitely- during the contract negotiations, thought a lot about the future and... also, of course, the past and... everything that has happened and what we've been through and... also how my mindset used to be in the beginning, you know? Because it changed a lot."
"What do you mean?"
"I... I- like you asked about me missing out on something. I never felt like that. I never thought that I was missing out on... for example, being in a girl group. Because... all of you make me so so happy. And... I know that every single member is, like- I know that all of your guys' kindness and support, and... just everything about you... I couldn't ask for anything more, because... it's so much more than I could've ever imagined already. And so much better and... I don't deserve any-"
"No no, stop," he was quick to interrupt her. "You deserve everything, noona. You deserve so much more."
[i don't want to interrupt this beautiful moment but yes, I'm crying]
"No, stop!" She chuckled.
"You really deserve this."
"Well, you do too!"
"But you're doubting yourself right now!" He argued back with a sad smile.
Minnie stopped him with a wave of her hand. "No, no, I'm not, don't worry. I mean... I don't know who even in this world would deserve a group as wonderful as Seventeen, you know?"
[facts]
"You do, noona."
[BUT EVEN MORE FACTS]
"Ah, stop, you're gonna make me cry!"
[you and me both sis]
The female member chuckled as she covered her sight with one hand before trying to wipe away the tears that had gathered in the corner of her eyes.
"No, don't! Please don't" Dino giggled along with her trying to find a napkin he could hand her. After his eyes landed on one clean one, he reached out with it for her to grab. Minnie thanked him.
"There were definitely times where... I doubted if I should be in a group like this, you know?"
[NO MINNIE DON'T DO THIS TO MY HEART]
She continued, and the maknae nodded while listening attentively. "Especially shortly after our debut... and during our trainee years," she cleared her throat, sitting up just a bit straighter. "None of the members have ever made me feel... like... I'm not a part of the group. You've always made me feel very included and... accepted... and just... never made me feel different, but... just... my own mindset and a lot of other things, you know? It sometimes told me that... I'm not- I'm not supposed to be here. That it's supposed to be only you guys-"
"But without you, something would definitely be missing."
"Thank you," she whispered, feeling the tears pool up again. "But I've learned not to listen to that and... just enjoy the time that we have right now. And... that made me realise that there is nothing better I could ever ask for. During our trainee days, I- I've definitely felt a bit lonely at times, of course, because... I was also growing into an adult, and that's a hard time already. But... I'm just so thankful for all of you... that's why I renewed it. I definitely didn't feel pressured by anything. I just... I couldn't imagine what else I would be doing, you know? I love you all so much, and I'm so thankful... I just want to hold onto every single member for as long as I can."
By the end of Minnie's speech, Dino's eyes had also turned slightly more glassy than before, but he continued to nod along to every word she spoke.
[seeing him like this in front of her is actually breaking my heart]
"During our trainee days, I don't think I thought much about it, but as I'm getting older, I started to realise that some times must've been very lonely for you. And I couldn't help but to feel sorry about that. Because... I don't want you to ever feel lonely. We all appreciate you so much and we hope that you can see and feel that... we really do. But when I was younger, all I thought was that it was weird but cool to have so many older brothers and one older sister because I never had that. And then... especially to have you as a sister... someone I know I can always rely on and ask for help and who I know will support me... but getting older, I just had to start thinking about what this all must be like for you. And that it must be very- ah, noona!"
And this point, there were already too many tears to count that were running down Minnie's face. She chuckled at the youngest's reaction, trying to pat away the stains on her cheeks, the silence of the night now also filled with her sobs.
"I didn't want you to cry, I'm sorry," the maknae spoke gently as he stood up, quickly wiping away his own tears that had started to fall before he pushed one of the chairs as close as possible to her. After taking a seat, he was quick to wrap his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into a comforting side hug.
"I just wanted to talk to you about this because I was thinking about it and I noticed that you're never complaining about it and have never said anything about this."
[i will stop interrupting now bc i don't even know what to say anymore]
[i love them so much]
[both of them deserve the world]
"Dino..."
"What?" He chuckled at her sigh.
"You've grown so much. You shouldn't be worrying about me or us in general like that," the tears were still running down her cheeks, but she was able to speak normally.
The maknae shook his head, "Don't say that. We all worry about each other."
"Yeah, but," she snuffled, "You're our maknae..." and looked up at him as his grip around her softened. "You haven't acted like a maknae since... I don't even know... since never. And... it's kind of... really hard to watch you grow up so quickly because... it's okay if you want to act like the maknae. You can act like a maknae! It's okay. That's what we expect from you. To see you all grown up like this and think so much about worries that shouldn't even cross your mind is really scary..."
Now it was Dino's time to look up, trying to blink away his tears. Minnie took his hand into her grasp with a sad smile.
"Please don't think that you have to grow up quickly. I feel like you couldn't even enjoy your youth much because you became a trainee so young-"
"You became a trainee at 13 too," the youngest told her with a somewhat chuckle.
Minnie nodded with a smile, "Yeah, but I was almost an adult when we debuted. You weren't. And... I feel like that may have made you want to grow up quicker than we wanted you to." She reached out to touch his cheek, running her thumb over the fresh tears that had escaped his eyes. "Please don't worry about us so much. Focus on your youth and enjoy it. And be a maknae at times. Don't be so mature, you're gonna make me sad to see you grow up!" Her scolding made both of them laugh and lean into each other.
"But-" Dino cleared his throat, "I feel like you never talk about your struggle and that worries me. I can't help but worry. You're a special person in the group. Of course, I'm gonna worry about my older sister."
"But you shouldn't," she patted his hand again. "I... I sometimes do talk to... Coups-oppa, especially. But you know... everyone has their own worries, so I don't want to hurt anyone with my worries even more."
"I know..." the maknae copied her soft tone.
"It's hard sometimes, but... yeah... everyone is struggling a little bit differently, but we all learn how to deal with it. And... we know that we can always rely on each other."
Dino nodded again. "And I just wanted you to know that you can always also rely on me."
"I know," Minnie told him in a whisper, another round of tears already making their way down her cheeks again. "But don't worry," She took a deep breath, "A lot of happy things have happened recently, so... I'm very happy as well." And smiled shyly, making the maknae copy her expression.
"I'm really happy for you." His whisper hit her ears oh so softly.
"Thank you." With a big smile, she wrapped her arms around the muscular frame of the '99 Liner. "Just remember that you'll always be our maknae. You're not the oldest here, so don't feel pressured to act like it."
"I know," he buried his face deeper into her neck. "You're a very important part of the group. And also to me. I mean it... I don't know what I would do without you, noona. I really love you."
"I love you too, Channie," she tightened the hug, noticing him doing the same, making her smile. After they released each other again, the female member took another look at the maknae.
"And you can always talk to me. You don't have to wait for a good moment or something like that. If you need to talk to me, I will listen. Doesn't matter when or where."
Dino decided to just nod, scared of the lump in his throat that was about to appear again.
[they both have been through literally so much individually]
[i'm so glad they found towards each other]
[if none of the moments from before convinced you that they need each other, i hope this one did]
[i really hope that they will be forever happy and healthy]
[also:]
[i'm actually convinced that finding someone that cares about me as much as minnie and dino care about each other would heal me from inside out]
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oh and DONT GET ME STARTED on how selfish ivan had to be to do what he did
one thing is certain is that for one reason or another, till wanted to die during round 6, or at least intended to. he stopped singing deliberately, he was trying to lose to ivan. and it was when he stopped singing that ivan went into panic mode and did... that
see i dont think ivan planned that at all. he was definitely planning to go the same way as sua, deliberately lose while not making it look intentional. he didnt expect till to throw like that and so he panicked
and obviously the kiss was selfish. there were surely other ways to lose points rather than forcing himself onto till (and ivan didnt even look like he enjoyed it either fwiw, neither of them looked happy) but maybe a part of ivan saw a chance to get that affection he had always wanted?
BUT ALSO, what does he expect till to do now? he has to go up against luka next, and ill be honest, short of literally beating him to death, i dont think till has what it takes. ivan was the prime candidate for beating luka, but now hes gone and left till to go up against him, all because he couldnt bear to see him die. for all he knows, till will still die, he just didnt want to have to be around to see it. how fucked up is that.
and they were SO CLOSE to being saved!! mizi and hyuna were in the building, they could have saved them they were so! close!! godammit!!!
istg if i get autistic enough i start writing entire essays, i am losing my goddamn mind rn AUGH
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This round has left me speechless. I watched it twice, with subtitles on and one without and so now let's get straight into the analysis. My hands are still shaking.
To begin, the human experimentation isn't as touched on as we thought, however it DOES foreshadow what the fuck is gonna happen in Luka's round. That, at least, seems to be what they are building up to.
This melody they have eeriely resembles what Ivan had for his round, which makes this all the more tragic. The lyrics themselves, however, are a mix of the two boys. Both of them had love songs, but Till's portion is more rough around the edges with it like his song while Ivan is straight to the point.
While they don't focus on human experimentation, it does seem to look like there was an intermission phase where both of the boys were advertised. This shows a soft moment between the two as Till lays unconscious and Ivan huddles up to him and does a very awkward cuddle.
Now, getting to the part where we all kind of lost our shit. Ivan sees the scoreboard off screen, looks at his mic and the Till and throws it as he walks to Till and makes out with him. This isn't an exaggeration, as a kiss implies one but he does multiple.
Till at first doesn't realize what is happening, he is still very much traumatized and zoned out over what happened to Mizi. Even the aliens that are caring for him seem to be hanging it over him. Whether they know his feelings for her or are just doing it because he is another contestant, who knows.
However, once he gets a handle on things, he pushes Ivan away who comes right back. This is when Ivan "chokes" Till and this, I took note of. Ivan does a specific hold, a safe-choke hold, when choking somebody that isn't actually choking the person. He purposely does this to protect Till and to fool the audience. This is when he begins to get shot at, the entire time his eyes are on Till.
I think it's also important to mention that they are wearing black and white, complete contrasts. However, it mimics Sua and Mizi who had the same fate. Sua and Ivan even had an interaction before all of this at Anakt Garden where Ivan made fun of her wanting to sacrifice herself for Mizi, and yet he shows himself to be a hypocrite as he smiles at Till before closing his eyes one last time.
Till has advanced to the next round to go against Luka and quite frankly, I'm terrified on how it's going to end. Mizi is a peace keeper but Luka was able to push her to violence. Till also has a personal vendetta against the blond for pushing Mizi. This won't end well.
Finally, for those that didn't watch till the end (HA), Dewey and Isaac are freaking out as their walkie-talkie system seems to be going off because Hyuna got injured. Mizi is fretting over her as she tries to stop the blood flow but it does seem that they have gotten caught.
Theory wise, I'm going to think that Hyuna is going to make Mizi a. Run or b. Hide to protect her as she gets taken away, and that's going to get her into Round 7.
Okay bye, I haven't emotionally recovered from Round 6 sorry pookies
#alien stage#alnst#vivinos#qmeng#alien stage till#alien stage ivan#ivantill#till#ivan#ITS SO JOEOVER
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Moments That I Want Tattooed On My Forehead From S-Classes That I Raised Chapters 30-50
BEWARE OF SPOILERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!
things are starting to get going. and by get going i mean starting to get unhinged but its still nothing compared to the shit going on by the 300s
chapter 30-40
lmfao yoojin forgetting he blocked yoohyun’s number...king shit
yoojin daring yoohyun to call him out on his suspicious behavior...also king shit
chapters 40-50
let’s go sung hyunjae makes his debut!!!!
YOOHYUN ACTING INNOCENT IN FRONT OF YOOJIN AS HE MEETS THE GUILD LEADERS AKFJEIDIDOODSOOS highkey one of my favorite scenes ever. “my brother is more mild mannered than me” “yoohyun is an angel” everyone else in the room: press X to doubt
moon hyuna woman that you are. my beloved. you’re too good for this world
i live for yoohyun generally being a freak about yoojin
i need to know what blackmail he has on moon hyuna. what happened at the convenience store????? moon hyuna what did you do???
thank u yerim and moon hyuna friendship. we love to see it. Now s ranks also passes the bechdel test!!
ah yes potion addict yoojin has arrived. rip buddy at least you get better flavors later down the line
it’s only chapter 44 and yoojin is already being overworked. true cale henituse moment. rip your slacker life!!!
everyone ganging up on him to start enforcing self care. oh honey it only gets worse from here!!!
so far yoojin is: a monster tamer, social media account manager, recruiter for hayeon, owns a building with a research lab…my guy was speedy with it
yoojin going "i just need to complete one (1) more task and then I can live like a slacker" in the early chapters is. oh wow. famous last words. truly need to learn from cale
even peace is a borderline freak when it comes to yoojin. doesn’t give a shit about anyone else
YOOJIN ANSWERING SPAM CALLS JUST TO MESS WITH PEOPLE SKDJEIODO…he enjoys it…this explains so much about him…he’s bragging about how much experience he has answering them…
yoojin guessing who the kidnappers were because they didn’t call Peace cute is so valid. Anyone who doesn’t like Peace is an enemy
we’re starting to get into “oh wow fear resistance is kind of fucked territory”!!! yoojin is a little freak!!! he’s committing war crimes but sometimes it just be like that
rip blackie chapter 46-47 :(
yoojin treating the s ranks like normal people and them not knowing how to handle it ;((
GIVE YOOJIN HIS OSCAR NOW “uwu i’m a poor kidnapping victim” like sir. you dissolved your kidnappers in acid. sir.
all the details about yoojin’s life as a low ranked hunter pre-regression :(((
like not yoojin casually mentioning he used to be an alcoholic and yoohyun sent him to rehab pre regression. ok king. we don’t have time to unpack all that
kang soyoung intro!!! i so desperately need to know what her deal was with yoohyun pre regression. why does yoojin think of her as his sister in law. why did everyone believe they were dating.
next chapter brings us a real introduction to sung hyunjae character of all time
#losttalks#han yoojin#s class#s classes that i raised#sctir#the s classes that i raised#the s ranks that i raised
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❦ Deja Vu ❦ Jeon Jungkook
PAIRING: Jungkook x reader
SUMMARY: your childhood best friend is all grown up.
WARNINGS: stalker!Koo, unprotected sex (pls don’t), he nuts inside her, kinda toxic relationship between oc and Daniel (her ex), hickies, back scratches, skin marking, oral sex (f. Receiving) idk? I think that’s it?
WC: 3.2K
Really rushed because I’m half asleep lol also not edited.
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Sipping on your drink in a musty club was not what you imagined to happen right after your last college exam ever. But Hyuna is a very convincing individual, and that is how you ended up in said club, tipsy and laughing with your best friend, wearing your skimpiest little black dress.
It was too hot in the club, your makeup felt like it was melting away even though it remind looking perfect and fresh, Hyuna was drunk, and you were tipsy, you needed to pee so badly but, it was all perfect. It was exactly how every weekend used to go back in your first year of college.
There was many men and women that were hot, but for some reason, through all these college years, no one ever piked your interested. No one but Daniel, back in second year of college, it’s a sticky situation. You wouldn’t call it love, but, it’s been so long and the fact you defied your parents for him, it’d be shameful to breakup with him now.
“And so, we broke up” Hyuna finishes, shaking her hand in a funny way. Hyuna was too cute for her own good.
“I know babe, I was there.”
“Alreast we ended on good terms” she pouts slightly while you nod in agreement.
You excuse yourself to the bathroom, releasing the heaviness in the pit of your stomach. God you hated holding your pee in. Washing your hands and drying them, you rip a bit of tissue, tapping away the slight sweat by your hairline, and adjusting your bangs. You give yourself a once over, before returning to Hyuna.
“Yeah she’s about medium height, listens more than talks when tipsy, eh has huge eyes..” as you near Hyuna you over hear some tall guy in a black button up explain someone to her.
“Mmm that must be my bestie Y/N, she went to empty her weak bladder love” she says sipping on her drink.
“I heard my name-“ you gasp, heart immediately quickening at the familiar doe eyes staring back at you.
“Jungkook?” You ask in disbelief.
He smirks, “long time no see huh?”
You almost do a double take as Hyuna excuses herself, winking at you swiftly.
What has happened to him? Why is he so tall, and hot? So fucking handsome out of nowhere. You remember him as a shy 18 year old, heading off for college with big doe eyes and short spikey hair. This, this is not the same Jungkook that’s left you behind. Sure he’s older by two years, but goddamn. Time did him good.
“Yeah I mean 7 years is a lot of time but wow,” you scoff in amusement, “time did you good Jungkook.”
“I can tell you the same thing,” he eyes you up and down, “you became a woman. Wow. A smart one at that, masters degree in law? I’m proud of you.”
Sitting down at the stools by the bar you smile softly, “thank you.”
“So catch me up, I haven’t seen you for a long time. How are you? Are dating? How are you parents”.
Chuckling you make a mental note of the fact he no longer is the shy boy you know, he’s straight forward and to the point, no beating around the bush anymore, “I’m doing good, and yes I’m seeing someone. And my parents, they’re not talking to me.”
His brows pull into a frown, eyes glancing at you as yours land on his large hand wrapped around the shot glass, “seeing someone? Dating or trying it out?”.
“Dating, for awhile now actually.”
He nods, swallowing the drink in one swing, “and your parents? Why aren’t they talking to you hm? Do i need to talk to them?”.
“You’re still in contact with them? And no you don’t need to. They don’t approve of Daniel. They think he isn’t good for me, we had an argument, and they never called me again. To cut it short for you.”
He hums.
You take a minute take a really good long look at him. He’s dressed in all black, hair dark and eyes still doe but yet so alluring and seductive. Lips still the same just a lot more blushed and juicy, mature in a sense. Jaw sharp and skin glistening. His right hand sharing hints of tattoos and you smirk at that.
“What are you doing here by the way? If you don’t mind me asking.” You ask, sipping on the drink the bartender just slipped to you.
“I moved back, got my own apartment. Thought it made more sense to move here since the main company is situated here.” He says, eyes so attentive to you, you could swear you were spiking a fever just by the way you’re blushing.
“Mhm what company do you work for?” You ask, trying to mindlessly keep the conversation going.
“R.A.M & Co” he answers smoothly.
“Ooh I heard about them, apparently very successful.”
“You could say that” he smirks once again.
Your phone buzzes and you apologise. Answering swiftly, Daniels voice rings on the other end, asking you to come home and sighing you agree.
“I’m going to head out now Kook, take care of yourself hm?” You nod goodbye to him.
“Get home safely” he smiled back at you.
Walking home wasn’t necessarily alarming, or scary for you. You’ve know this big town for awhile, walked the streets thousands of times. Throwing your head back and exhaling, you think about Jungkook and how much he’s grown to be a man. The cold night drawing as cloud of fog to escape your lips.
Jungkook became a man whose begging to be worshipped. You’ve never been a disloyal person, but it’s not like your current relationship actually has any love there. You know Daniel sees other women on a regular, you just choose to ignore it. You’ve made a mess between yourself and your family, it would be embarrassing to break up now.
Scanning the streets, your eyes mimics the street lights and the many neon signs embracing the vast city. But somewhere in the back of your mind, actually no, right in the middle of your mind, you see yourself with Jungkook. Hands wrapped in his black hair, lips on his and bodies heating up with the activities you partake in, and for the first time in awhile you feel the buzz of some form of a good feeling. Perhaps, lust?
Huffing to yourself, you pull your dress down your ass. How could you imagine such vulgar things with a man who used to be your best friend? But good god, how could you not? The man is literally sex on legs, fuck he drove you crazy and it took him just a mere half an hour to talk with you. You wonder just how many girls begged to have him just for one night.
Lazily pulling out the keys to your apartment, you sigh, knowing Daniel is inside of it, about to scold you for going out and living your life once again. You should have never gave him a key to your place. That was your first big mistake.
Stepping into the house, you slip your shoes of, hanging your bag on the coating rack and strolling into the living room. Where of course, he’s sat on the couch, head in his hands that were supported on his knees. By all means, Daniel wasn’t a bad looking guy. He was hot, abs for days deep black eyes with a buzz cut.
“We need to talk” he mutters.
“Daniel if you’re going to scold me for going out again save I-“
“I’m breaking up with you.” He says, getting up of the couch and staring across the room at you.
Your hands stop pulling the grapes of the branches, your stomach pausing in the middle of your inhale. What? The edge of the kitchen island dug into your belly uncomfortably. All of a sudden?.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me Y/N, i can’t keep being with someone who has no respect or love for me.” He continues.
You Scoff, smirking in anger as your jaw slacks, your hand slaps against the marble and your rock back and forth on your heels, “oh save the crap. I’ve stayed with your two years Daniel, despite the fact you’ve been fucking all the girls behind my back, and I’m the one that doesn’t have respect for you? Oh go fuck yourself honestly.”
He pales slightly, his figure stiffening at your angry form, “leave my house Daniel.”
He does as you ask, not muttering a single word as your eyes begin to swell with tears once the door of your apartment shuts. You couldn’t believe you wasted all this time on someone whose so fucking useless and disrespectful. But that’s what you get for being naive, for not putting yourself first.
On the counter, your phone buzzes. An unknown number pops up and you think for a second if you should answer, after a second you press the green circle and put the phone to your ear.
“Did you get home safely?” You recognise that smooth voice, and it sends shivers down your spine.
“Yes,” you replied “how did you get my number.”
“Hyuna” he mutters lowly.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect,” he chuckles, “are you?”
The beat of silence gets loud, pounding between your phone lines as you inhale sharply, “he broke up with me.”
He laughs lowly, “mhm good. You didn’t love him anyway, and correct me if im wrong, but don’t you deserve better?”.
“What are you getting at Jungkook?”
The line on his side goes quiet and for a minute you think he hung up on you, “you really think I don’t know who he is? Baby, I know everything about him. He’s nothing but a fake. He’s merely a man of his words.”
Furrowing your brows you sigh, “I still don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”
“I could make you feel things he’d never be capable of.”
“Jungkook-“
“Would you let me in if I knocked on your door right now?”
Stilling, your frown deepens in confusion, “what?”.
A knock echoes through your apartment, and your lips part. How the fuck does he know your address?
“Jungkook how do you know where I live?”
“Answer the door baby, I’ll explain everything.”
Your heart rate is probably through the roof, but you cannot decipher if that’s the result of Jungkook’s impeccable stalking abilities, or because he makes you want to give him your body right that second. Despite that, you open the door and there he was, in all his glory, black leather jacket now engulfing his body.
You let him in, following behind him as he looks around. His eyes find yours within seconds, and god did they look anything but innocent this moment.
He stalks towards you, cornering you into the wall, arm above your head as he leans down to be eye level with you. At this second, he could murder you, maybe even kidnap you, but something inside you would let him do both of the things. He looks like he’s famished, ready to devour whatever meal you give him and god do you want to give him the best meal of his life. His dark eyes, pierced through yours as they watched the metal ring around his lip. Why is he so damn fucking attractive right now?
His single look, makes you feel everything you haven’t in your two year relationship. You feel high, ecstatic as if you’re in cloud nine right now. As if nothing, absolutely nothing could hurt you or touch you but him. And you’re so fucking good with that, actually, you’re in love with that.
He was too good to be true, his whole demeanour possessive, manly and dominant. The siren eyes, the smirking lips and confident body language was driving you insane and if humanly possible, you’d orgasm right there and then.
The tension in the room was strong. Thick like a million bands carefully weaved together to create a sheath of nothing but sheer lust, and sex crazed energy. It could raise the roof if it was physical, whining like a whistle of a boiling kettle, threatening to blow the windows around you within a millisecond. Even the air around you was hot heavy and so dangerous. One word could break it or make it and the longer you stared at each other, the tighter the band tied. Threatening to snap at any given moment.
“Take me,” you whisper, “Jungkook.”
His smirk deepens, eyes becoming even darker than before and you knew, you knew this was going to be the best time of your life. Like the flash of thunder, Jungkooks lips latched onto yours. Sucking on them like a hungry man, tongue poking through to wander around your mouth, fighting tugging massaging your own as you moaned into the heated kiss.
“Bedroom, first door on the right.” You muttered hurriedly, peeling the black leather jacket of him and tossing it somewhere there in the living room.
Untying the laces of your dress, he smirks, “oh yeah?”.
“Fuck Jungkook don’t be a tease right now” you whined.
Chuckling he follows you into the room, discarding your clothes haphazardly everywhere around your house, cluttering your floors with a mix of yours and his clothes. You stand before him in a red lace bra and underwear, and scoffs in amuse.
“He was missing out on all this?” He shakes his head tsking.
You stood before him, skin caramel and glistening even in the dark, the only source of light being the glowing moon seeping into your windows, painting you in a blue light. God you were beautiful, your skin soft and smooth. You were a wonderful woman and he was in disbelief that your ex didn’t worship you the way you should be. He’s never expected to find you to be this grown. Breasts spilling out of your bra, ass round a plump and he could smell the femininity of you. The smell of woman and maturity and he loved it.
With no time to waste, he ripped the materials of your body. Lips immediately finding place in your skin, kissing, biting licking. You squirmed underneath him, begging to feel him in you already, but he was a patient man, and he knew he had to give you a bit of time.
Finger rubbing up and down your seeping slit, he groans. Fuck your were so wet, it was trickling down your ass you could feel it. His finger prodded your entrance, slipping in slowly mouth finally finding place in your clit and you gasped, moaning softly as his finger hooked inside you, thrusting carefully and gently inside you. Maddening you every second that goes by and he knew, he loved it.
His lips suctioned on your clit, tip of his tongue flicking up and down, stimulating your mind to a whole different dimension. Your body electrified, buzzing with a certain high you haven’t felt for what felt like ancient time. Your flesh felt like it was crawling with a million ants, tingling, tickling you all the way from your toes to your head, sweat began formulating on your skin, turning to a light blush pink hue, your fingers itching to tangle in his hair, feeling the silk locks falling through your fingers.
The pit of your stomach felt like it had a rock inside it, begging to be relieved, lifted out. Your legs closing in around his head as he moaned onto your pussy, your moans pitching to a melody he hasn’t heard ever be this beautiful. His finger rubbing up into your flesh, curling, thrusting, triggering your pussy to flutter. Your arousal coating his chin, his hand, your legs and anything close enough to it. Your stomach falling and rising with your quickened breaths, your ribs flaring as your back arched, walls clenching around his finger, and with a final suck of his lips, you cummed around his finger, whining as you smacked your lips together to poke your tongue out, moisturising the dry flesh.
“You good?” He asks, coming back up your body like a snake weaving around you.
You hummed a yes, nimble fingers trailing from his broad shoulders to neck and finally at the base of his head, urging him to close the distance between your lips. He tasted of you, with a hint of mint.
“I need you, now”
He smirked, blinking lazily as he reached behind him, successfully pulling his boxers off himself. His dick was hard, you could feel it between your folds, rubbing up and down to coat itself in your essence. Looking right into his eyes, he held your stare, pushing the tip of his cock inside, slowly, filling you up. Your walls stretched with a sting, nothing too painful, at least not to a point you didn’t enjoy it.
You could feel him in the base of your stomach, both of you gasping right as he bottomed out. Your head lifting of the pillow minimally, left hand still wrapped into the base of his locks. He gave you a few minutes to adjust, before dragging himself out, barely living the tip in, before thrusting back in. Your moans bounced of the walls, hanging in the air ghostly. Skin on skin, heat rushing between both you as his pace picked up, his head in buried in the crook of your neck, where occasionally, his lips would suck with the intent to leave a mark behind.
The electricity between you felt like it was almost igniting bigger sparks every time your skin would rub of each other.
With his cock dragging in and out of you rhythmically, your eyes shut. Back arching into hot and sweaty body, head tilting back into the pillow, throat so attractive to Jungkook eyes he couldn’t help himself but to suck another pretty purple bruise right there. With your hands trailing down his back and landing on his ass, he chuckles softly, feeling the way you begin to clench around him again, sucking him in tighter, and he lets out a strangled groan right into your ear, prompting you to whine just as beautifully.
But as the coil in your stomach begins to warn, your moans pick up in volume. Nails dragging around his back, surely marking him just as his tight grip is on your hip. Leaving finger prints right there and you loved it. Before you knew it, the knot snaps inside you, ripping a loud moan out of you, before it got stuck in your throat, and all that Jungkook could do was chase his high, staring at your face, watching as your features pulled into ecstasy, and it was enough to send Jungkook soaring, filling you up with his warm cum.
You stayed wrapped around each other for another minute, before he dropped on the other side of the bed beside you. Smiling crazily to himself almost not believing he just nutted into the woman he’s loved since he was a 14 year old shy boy damn.
Looking at each other almost instinctively, both of you burst into laughter. Before the rapid knocking of your door sends you into dressing yourselves in a hurried rush. Jungkook followed behind you slowly, watching as you opened the door, gasping.
“Mom?”
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A/N: no stop I actually don’t know how to end anything I write lmfao.
DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REWRITE MY STORIES IN ANY WAY SHAPE OR FORM!!
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What if Luka expects Hyuna to come like she did in his round with Mizi and he is plotting something.He has the trust of aliens,the love of the public and no one would suspect him to do something outside the box,far from the image he created of himself.Hyuna made her appearence in round 5 when we didn't expected it. If the round isn't entirely dedicated to Ivan and Till,this may be an option.He may confront Mizi and Hyuna,they may not be able to rescue Ivan and Till and not make it in time. Luka may not appear at all.
(Me overthinking things: OMG Akugetsu will cover Hyuna's song this must mean something | The other me: OMG I can't wait,this song literally suits him!)
(I like the style of your drawings,the way you use colors and the way you phrase things! When something about ALNST comes out I just wait for your updates! I can't imagine what will happen on tumblr when round 6 is out. And then all of us will wait for the next one over again XD)
Till the end.
TILL... the end...
Ok this is the worst joke I could ever make.
Oohh. Luka appearing in ROUND 6 would honestly be insane. I thought about him making an appearance in the short teaser scene before credits, but if he actually confronted anyone himself that would be so interesting. Imagine all 6 of them in the same episode... the same room... no way... the Alien Stage would be real...
Luka attempting to sabotage Mizi and Hyuna is such an intriguing concept. I do think he's figured out that Hyuna will be returning, he grew up with her, after all. He's most likely aware of her penchant for protecting people. He probably expects Mizi to come back for the only friends she has left, too. He couldn't do anything the first time he saw Hyuna after ROUND 5, but he might be more eager to get his hands on her now. If we get our first adult Hyuna and Luka interaction during ROUND 6 I'd actually go insane. as much as I hope for it though, I'm not sure whether or not it will actually happen. ROUND 6 already has a lot going for it. A final confession of love already makes for a heavy episode, but with Till's newly revealed backstory added to the mix? Mizi and Hyuna's attempt at a jailbreak? The whole video would probably need an entire week to be processed and even comprehended, especially if they want to go into extensive detail on each aspect. Still, though, if Luka interfered... if Mizi and Hyuna were unable to save anyone and had to defeatedly return to the rebellion base carrying the weight of their failure, well, I DON'T THINK I'D BE REACHABLE FOR AT LEAST 10 BUSINESS DAYS I'd have to go into hiding in order to cope with that. But who knows! The fun part about VIVINOS videos is that they're always gonna leave you fucked up in one way or another!
AKUGETSU COVERING ALL-IN. TILL COVERING HYUNA'S SONG. I've posted so many times about this day holy shit its finally real. It really does suit him! Do you think AKUGETSU is
1) hinting that Till is joining the rebellion
or
2) giving us the All-In cover as compensation for whatever bad thing is going to happen to Till
(or a secret third thing: he literally just did it for fun and we've just gone insane.)
Ahh thank you so much for enjoying my stuff! I'm so happy, everyone's been really nice to me as of late and I don't know what to doooo hahaha I'm just really glad to share everyone's excitement for ALIEN STAGE :)
You wait for my updates??!! oh no I'm so sorry 😭 I'm quite late at times because I've had some stuff going on (I've barely said anything about the April Fools actor au 😭) but hopefully I'll be free to go absolutely nuts after the release of ROUND 6 tomorrow!! If you're ever in need of someone to scream about ROUND 6 with my inbox is always open!! Thank you for your kind words!!
Can't wait till I get to hear from you again! :)
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Okay anyway what I understand about Hyuna and Luka's backstory so far goes like this:
The two of them were part of a trio of really close friends. Hyuna seemed to be closer with their third (unnamed) friend, possibly had feelings for him. Luka liked Hyuna and came onto her (at the very least tried to kiss her and was possibly being forceful or at least sudden about it) but she rejected him in some way. He blamed their other friend so the next time they saw each other they got into a big fight, where he ultimately killed him. It's hard to tell if that was 100% his intent going in, given that prior to this whole thing he seemed to be the more timid type that we were expecting from before his introduction, but either way he ended up murdering him and was smiling about it (his smile while bloody and beaten reminded me of his smirk after Mizi beat him up, knowing she'd also be killed). In any case I think that's the moment our Luka was born, something inside him completely snapped (either from the rejection or the murder) that might have been festering for a while given the whole alien stage system he's also in... We know the gist of it but not the details, and maybe we never will because they're not necessarily the important part. But yeah Luka's fucked up and I completely understand Hyuna's hang-ups.
The person she potentially loved, (or at the very least was close friends with, but given the themes of unrequited love and death and love=worship I'm believing it's the latter) was murdered right in front of her by her other close friend, for her. And from there they both went in completely opposite directions. Luka completely bought into the Alien Stage system, exploits it as much as he can while still being a pawn in it, and continues to hurt and kill through it- losing his humanity. Hyuna escaped somehow (I'm assuming before the proper Alien Stage competition, similar to how Ivan and Till almost did, and probably lost her leg in the process) and she became a revolutionary for humankind. Singing for herself and not for the aliens as we saw here. Retaking a uniquely human thing that has been commodified...
What I find interesting is that you can see their backstory as a dark version of the current generation of contestants. They also had plenty of heartache resulting from unrequited love, even though they're also friends. Things could have turned out like this for them too, but things are different now. Even though Sua has been killed (and this pain of Mizi's is one Hyuna can relate to) Mizi has literally been broken out of the Alien Stage cycle. About to crash the performance of the Ultimate unrequited love drama (The guy that loves her, and the guy that loves the guy that loves her lol) and they'll be able to come out of it for the better, together, I hope.
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; VERTIGO (m) ║ secret agent!taeyong x reader
↳ :: SUMMARY even though your boss leaves the hands-on work to your capacity, agent cadet taeyong joins you for a new mission. on a plane ride, the job begins to escalate.
wc. 14k words | smut, action, angst
warnings/tags. ⚠️ 18+, femdom!reader, established relationship, violence/weapons, use of poison, body worship, protected sex, breast sucking, corruption kink, vanilla & taeyong subbing, choking, fingering, cum play, reader taking care of him 💕
published: july 1, 2022
READ IT ON AO3
⇢ note. | the prologue is pretty descriptive to set the mood, there’s bits and pieces of smut and story details, but it has a later crime plot and Ten + HyunA + Yeji guest appearances (idk i just could picture them so well in this agent universe) on top of some couple loving in depth. let’s go take down some bad guys with a sexy sidekick 😉
PROLOGUE
Another trail of sweat took on its frequent path. Approaching the hemline of his white tank top, the shallow droplet went on trickling further down Taeyong’s neck. Which you, and it was becoming a recent favorite, loved to bend towards ever so closely: Always ready to brush your open lips against it — connected to the rhythm of moving your waist.
Although he had grown painfully hard, Taeyong would resort to clenching his teeth shut for the moment and last. No strain more wonderful than this. A thumb between your labia: Keen to put the cherry on top no matter what. You liked it a lot, maybe because it was so drastically different from what your usual day was all about. But that situation was naturally complicated.
You let his neck pick up your breath to have him shiver, whine, and bite his tongue down, but in a good way: Playfully savoring it. Taeyong’s reactions were gentle music to your ears. They always peppered the wide living room with a string of deep moans, and you adored his voice not needing to say it.
If you were honest, which was the best policy in your profession, you’d reach your climax far too early if you overdid the licking on his neck. And still, it was the forbidden fruit that constantly turned you on without a fail. That was, every time you took to bouncing on his lap to see his face and voice come right undone below. There was no sunlight in here, but the warm lamps and his thoroughly fucked-out smile made up for every missing ray. No public: No problem. Privacy was the real priority. And that way, you could meet.
Once you were comfortable, a little smile meant: Reassured. A little arm touch meant it’s okay. Although everyone thought him a nervous wreck and the immediate surface never suggested it, Taeyong was a certain baseline calm with you, and inside of you, and under you. He had a certain relaxed aura that only showed when you retreated to your secret nest.
Those things were imperceptible to outsiders and only read by the pattern of his breath, which you could memorize since you started sleeping in his bed. It was not conduct favored in this business or beatified by much luck in the long run. But you wanted him. Body, mind, scent, and everything else. Taeyong was arguably shy. Still, the feeling established itself as very mutual within only a few missions, especially in Prague and Buenos Aires, or maybe it was Milan that sealed the deal.
Although he was never outright needy, his readiness to bare himself for your eyes only had taken you by a slight surprise at first. By now, you knew why he was quick to say yes, not even via text: Eye to eye. The reason was, he really liked you. There was a genuine admiration that Taeyong didn’t feel the need to examine despite the risk of his job and position. Even if it was dangerous, he wanted to be in your arms for that little while available. And that’s how you again came together today.
Despite all goosebumps, Taeyong’s skin was warm and smelled almost softly neutral. It gratified you in a way and had an ease to it, especially when you embraced during sex. It was all unlike the dull and freezing practice range where you had spent over two days by yourself, emptying some magazines and trying out new maneuvers — as far as that was possible indoors. Routine be damned, it was good to drive back here to eat what he’d been preparing. Taeyong’s cuisine? A hundred, if not a thousand times better than the cafeteria at the godforsaken main quarters.
Agents had nothing better to do than gossip in there, and the food was all but well-cooked. Mashed, soppy, shapeless. Every last nutrient had been boiled out of it. You almost felt like that taste was still in your mouth. Recently, the staff’s idea to cover up the lack of taste with too much chili overwhelm had you running for the hills entirely, vowing to solely return for a good wantan soup — if they ever even served one. What resulted in a `so who can take more spiciness´ competition among your male colleagues to prove who had the sturdier gut and restroom at home, made you take your car and consult the real maestro of zesty food: Every other noon and night since then.
Taeyong had dumplings to share galore, the hospitality of someone who had lived alone for a too long time, and a sound feel of applying the right Scoville with a far more pin-pointed taste. It was not about the best intestines and going as pungent as possible, but what blended best on your tongue: He took that literally in other contexts as well. Which, you admitted, did entice you. Ever since Taeyong opened the door to his table, you didn’t regret staying away from the usual business at work — even if that meant driving in public, which was an inherent danger.
Little did anybody know, though, that you sat behind the steering wheel with a tightly sculpted latex disguise. It was far from easy to wear. But who suspects a confused grandpa with his rusty Japanese car, creeping through the traffic while listening to bygone music? That’s right: Not the sniper searching for a secret agent in a polished German vehicle, headed for a lunchtime date and stealthy sex with a handsome young man. So far, not a single person had bothered you on the street. People were misled so easily, so fuck `em. The costume was so believable, you didn’t even have to exchange and rotate it with another one. Down the line, you probably still will, and it’s gonna be another old confused man disguise — pragmatism.
On Fridays, Taeyong’s potatoes had a rustic several-side crisp, parting under your fork to reveal an extra buttery texture inside. They were served with slender green asparagus, one that would deliciously yield to a proper chew just how you liked it. Anyone else you knew would buy and cook them stringy, limp, and empty of all tasteful juices. Only Taeyong’s potatoes had to be cut with an extra sharp knife because their crunch was so generously thick like well-made fries.
It was not all a matter of how much salt and pepper one was using as a chef. Letting the produce roast in quality oil without turning it every five seconds, that was the key to a good meal. And you really needed one, with the reality outside of his and your flat as the ever-looming backdrop of your rendezvous. Even secret agents get hungry.
Compared to the simmered-down variety they were serving in the canteen, Taeyong’s herbs were terracotta pot-grown, being constantly rebought due to the lack of sunlight. And: freshly chopped. On an actual wooden cutting board, oaken and solid, rather than being deep-frosted or dried in one go. All to garnish a creamy dip that he had placed in the refrigerator around an hour ago already. It would melt just right on the plating without a sting that was too oniony or carrying an overload of chives. Secluding yourself like this also came with the benefit of watching each other eat in peace, far from constant surveillance, with real relish.
If you were honest. It didn’t take you a long time to figure out that Taeyong would become as well-versed in bed as he was in the kitchen. By the way you read his shifty eyes, he had a real investment to make you feel amazing head to toe. That made putting on a disguise less of a hassle, and at some point, it came naturally. Winding the stress out of each other would always be better than wasting time elsewhere, and you had no intentions of listening to your colleagues talking shit off duty.
Taeyong always put on a rose lotion after he showered, which he religiously did before you took the concealed elevator down to see him. Sometimes, you could smell a trace of new fabric conditioner on him as well. Unsurprisingly, his groceries came via online shopping. All anonymous — but he ordered quite the amounts, and new things that interested him. The post staff dropped it off in an inconspicuous black garbage can, which was actually a long slender downward tunnel, or slide actually, towards his apartment that could only be unlocked from the inside.
The scent of whatever he bought himself last week was sort of cottony and perfume-like, but nothing harsh that deterred from the night-time mood the two of you shared on his sofa: A towel underneath, full-well knowing how things always turned out when you straddled him, his face in your palms.
Taeyong had one gorgeous scarface. Dark eyes, dark brows, and a unique chin line that you could spot from a mile away. Taeyong had received the scar in a bar fight down in Manila, south of the Basilica, where you were busy wrestling a corrupt panderer onto a wooden counter. A lackey came to join, and Taeyong got a blunt knife handle to the cheekbone, thankfully missing the eye. He was lucky it was not the sharpened blade. As of today, his right eye still carries the double mark, which you said was shaped almost like a tooth, or a pair of wings. Maybe even a rose.
In person, the story was not so romantic. The sheer force of the backhand had Taeyong pass out on the spot, which sped up the process of you finishing the job by going crazy. Taeyong was entirely new on the job then, with no outdoor training hours to speak of. As soon as you completed the mission, you patched him up, reported back, moved on. On paper.
His face hurt pretty badly for two weeks, the bruise was actually throbbing. Which made you more concerned than expected. Taking him to your home hideaway for a healing week led to a first unexpected hookup. Which was no longer the appropriate term a month later, when you took the informal and rather covert step of making Taeyong your boyfriend off work with a bouquet of red roses delivered through the tunnel, and he was too drunk in love to feel any more pain in the eyes.
As of now, Taeyong may still seem a little shame-faced in the way he kisses you, but he never rejected a call on his available days, dusk or dawn. You were crazy hot in the mornings and he gave the relief. Even tonight, which meant waiting to get the permission of your bosses’ bureau to show up and receive a new mission’s task, he’d not leave you high and dry beforehand. A big task ahead had no way of stopping what you did privately. Long as there was enough time.
Being a cadet, Taeyong wasn’t entirely involved in the day-to-day of main agents. He had the spare hours to create a little love nest in this cellar flat. He stayed on demand to assist as per the bosses’ judgment. The way things were set up worked out. It wasn’t an ivory tower, but the area definitely kept him far from harm off duty and immersing himself in projects that were still too dangerous for a beginner. One of your closest colleagues had never returned from California four years ago, leaving you with a Christmas tree without a single present underneath.
Taeyong knew from experience he had to be realistic, protecting himself by saying no rather than yes too quickly. He asked you for a few measured words of advice more often than not. And — you could fuck without anyone in the know about how far your relationship had progressed. Which was a huge point of vulnerability for any agent: something to be obscured as rigorously as possible. But you still tried your best not to lose momentum. So many restrictions. But then again, you wanted to enjoy it.
The caress of your nose against his jaw was usually brief. You wound up focusing on the movement of your knees on the sofa padding, grinding your shins into the elastic pillow. The more you sat upright, the easier and more pleasing it was, so you focused on stabilizing your posture. Taeyong could barely keep his eyes open nor his own lips shut in any way.
His head was tilted back until its farthest point was met with stable cushioning. The leaning left his chest and shoulders exposed to your view, and gave you ample space to hold onto once the tanktop found its way flying on the — as always: clean — floor. His exhales were all so unrestrained and started to pick up a colorful variety that was far from being monotone.
„You know I missed you big time,“ you went on guiding his hands, his arms around your back, which automatically pulled you closer, making every thrust a little more accurate in a pace akin to slow-mo. Taeyong gave you a good time so juicy, other people couldn’t even fathom it. Gladly. Whenever he was dipping inside of you to the brim, the stretch felt wet and open, making it convenient to pick up some more passion and give it to him, see his jaw drop, and whisper all kinds of sweet things.
Taeyong always asked before touching your ass, and you allowed him. His arms were so long and thin, the fingers bony, arching from a rather broad palm. It was nice to hold casually, and he kneaded pizza dough like he was a professional baker. You wanted all of that to cup you, and not just your ass. Whether it was that or your breasts or your waist or your shoulders, and sometimes the nape or the face, the way your boyfriend touched you was light and feathery on your skin.
His veins, however, clearly showed as he did, something you liked to look at up close. You gave this man a healthy circulation, and you could attest to the same effect on your own body. A+ on every fitness test. They didn’t know about your secret workout, did they. If it was Taeyong, you were throbbing hard and thought of his touch between your legs. Other agents didn’t interest your eyes, they already picked Taeyong for you.
And it was not just the extra stamina because you spent some extra hours in bed. No matter how suave or fast, the wow factor of Taeyong’s bendy coordination was more than just a private show of personal adult entertainment. It also had you way ahead of the curve compared to your spiteful colleagues. Not the female agents. The guys.
According to a majority of them, Taeyong was actually no good. Devoid of talent or manliness, a skinny `piece of gun fodder´ at best. One asked you, right to your face, whether you picking Taeyong as a junior partner was a poorly concealed lavender marriage, and if he could see anything at all during target practice. Said one-way conversation resulted in a two-time fractured shoulder joint that your boss turned a blind eye to. You hardly snapped, but that time, you did.
Taeyong had no clue what a lavender marriage even meant. He was instead busy attempting to comprehend why you would even partner with him of all people. Looking at your profile, he thought himself nowhere near your league. You had simply walked up to him who was hidden in the last row during the recruit. Taeyong was the one who had no outlook or clarity on whether signing up at the HQs had been a good idea. Turns out, it was.
„Then give me the hardest guy to train“ was your rebel yell after your boss had convinced you to direly choose a co-agent. You’ll have more options and range during missions, she said, being faced with your stern rejection at first. You really wanted to put the breaks on that project at first until you had a good look at the novice files on your desk. For some reason, they appeared far more promising than your seniors and equals. The naive headshots looked yet-untainted by the general culture of the headquarters, which notoriously ruined even the best of personalities. Maybe it was time to give your own spin to a new generation. You could still avoid eating at the canteen.
You went to bed with the sudden thought of instructing someone so virgin to the business, someone who could be taught some of your ways. Maybe they had their own perfect strategy slumbering in them, too, and it only had to be discovered, and developed, and guarded against other people’s opinions. That night made you understand why your boss was so hellbent to play match-maker in the first place. Sharing your knowledge meant, to a certain degree, preserving it. Her suggestion came from an unexpected place of respect.
A recruiting round was assembled the next day. You gave a quick pep talk in front of the gathering and had a fair warning speech ready — and then, you made your way through the crowd. Looking each contestant in the eye: And down on their shoes, which could tell you every secret and story of their life.
Consisting almost entirely of rapid-fire gunslingers, the first row was both overconfident and taunting, which you often found yourself mirroring back to them on other occasions already. So that was exhausting enough since it made you contribute to the madness by provocation. They were the majority, but a pure nuisance in the way their smirks were lopsided, always trying to challenge you over your status. Against all standards, though, none of the present mid-rankers were impressive to your eye. Being muscular did not make a good agent in your book, nor did a sordid smile. Only a crime prevented constituted some bragging rights. Especially in the upper tier.
Then again, the merely five high-rankers in the company were utter bores. Bores knew what they were doing, didn’t need any more credit, minded their own lane, had decent popularity, and didn’t attract unnecessary attention. Perhaps, the true sign of a professional. There was a reason you were only third-best, not first, and other agents were more respected. Being quite as subtle and demure was not your method of choosing, and you chronically went against most of the grain in your quite literal field.
Number one and two were loners themselves, staring you down or refusing to attend at all: Just like you would have if someone else needed a partner. In fact, only Agent C, fourth in excellence, had seriously volunteered to be checked out by you, not fearing to be diminished. A man commonly nicknamed Ten — who actually had a memorable face to go by and a convincingly cool way of presenting himself, which made you consider him.
As far as hearing things through the grapevine was concerned? The name ‚Ten’ referred to the amount of bullets he needed to incapacitate a hundred members of any given organized crime ring. He seemed highly flexible in build, level-headed, witty even. But after a brief handshake, you could tell he was in his own category just like you.
Ten‘s shoes were worn-down from constant practice and cat-like climbs. His feisty glance was demanding rather than accepting. To the disappointment of your boss, you discarded the possibility of partnering up entirely for now. Set in his ways, there was nothing you could mentor Ten in, and he was more efficient on his own. He was not a prick, but he could exert control. Although you likely would communicate very well, your strategies would clash in a hot minute. So that was Ten.
After your boss had figured out that you would rather teach than collaborate and had a “peculiar, uncontainable protection fetish“, she proposed you take a really new cadet under your wing. The ones at the back. Freshmen. Sophomores. So far, so good. But even that made her raise each brow after you nominated Taeyong, who was about the worst aiming sniper among the crowd and by far the frailest. In the words of the first row, his body had assets that his future profession had no use for: „Unless he wanted to work as a rent boy and take drugs“.
Taeyong stood out to you exactly because there was no glace to meet nor speak of. Everyone else had such a steely gaze. He, however, avoided looking up and had concealed himself almost entirely in the crowd. You realized the spontaneous intelligence of standing behind the last row. It avoided the direct trouble of being inside the heated mid-rank agents’ atmosphere where malice was darted left and right. Taeyong hadn’t heard about `Agent Y’ in detail, but his instinct told him you were the biggest possible threat in the room besides your boss. He was entirely correct without any prior knowledge, which you gave him props for.
A suspiciously long handshake told you that Taeyong would not at all be helpless if he was hanging from a rooftop rail with one hand: And that he was more interested than he thought. His shoes were also custom sown — actually by himself, which he confirmed to you when questioned. They were mismatching the color of the classic black agent equipment and outfit that everyone else was wearing. If he could hide with bright red shoes in a sea of black clothes? Violate the dress code on a day that could be the opportunity of a lifetime for even upper-ranking agents? He could do anything. „Blatantly obvious talent,“ you told your boss.
On top of his unusual getup, Taeyong had actual high-quality foundation on his face, and the hair was taken care of strand by strand. You knew he could be a master of disguises, and he was meticulous. The crowd, however, did not react well when you unceremoniously declared Agent T your counterpart. It was weird to you that they wanted him to be the cocky and more experienced one. You started to understand the implicit code that the agents were pursuing, so you deliberately praised Taeyong’s good posture and way of presenting himself in front of the crowd just to spit on them. You had the mic. They did not.
You were soon well aware that Taeyong did not have a reckless bone in him indeed. Which, vice versa, some agents commended you for on the other hand — but overwhelming envy was the usual price. Which meant two being envied, since his position next to you should have been other people’s career launch. At lunch, Taeyong and yourself often had to overhear their talk about his supposed weak mentality, lacking stature, and no sensibility at all. In the end, both of you found yourself stared down and talked of, but more comfortable with being ostracized than slandered every waking minute, in the hawkeye presence of most other agents.
You got to know Taeyong’s character first-hand. At least five times a week when you met outside of work. He was far away from a walking human shield type of bodyguard, or a readiness to give an order as a superior. He had a quiet endurance with the will to exercise finer techniques. That he was friendly made his good looks be the exact cover to his book, Taeyong was pleasant to be around (which was not even remotely the task of an agent), and surprisingly people-savvy during missions: Which was exactly your blind spot. You tended to ignore its importance. Taeyong, on the other hand, was good at dealing with citizens. He had social intelligence. People smarts galore. Which is why he was a good lover.
Besides a nod he wouldn’t answer, because you felt what he was gonna say. Where Taeyong’s hints of dialogue, soft-spoken as they always were, had been a primary way to turn you on twelve months ago, his concentrated wordlessness was now a natural consequence of a deeper pleasure. You felt how his entire body made you feel tingly and excited. The slip and slide came pretty much on its own, and he had no problems keeping up.
Although he loved to cuddle up to you in the latter, Taeyong’s sofa clearly had the upper hand over his bed. The proper, ‚human‘ shape allowed for both of you to let it out, crawl around, roll around, while at the same time having a back-up to find relaxing positions on. Being seated together was easy to maintain since you both loved to draw it out and interrupt with kisses, which took all of your attention and stopped your either hip thrusts dead in their tracks. Then again, you would shy away from keeping things too rhythmical and all-the-same for more than five minutes. The secret was to allow the surprise.
Taeyong anticipated a plunge-in every second when the later phase approached but was always left in perpetual gnawing shock at how you would glide down on him. Sometimes sharply, then retreating, sometimes slowly pushing, with your fingers squeezing just below his jaw to take his luscious breath. During those heartbeats, you felt his hard swallows and struggle with suspense, the tremble of his eyelids, the plushness of his fuzzy lips, keeping Taeyong on a burning hot edge, and yourself in filled-up, dripping anticipation that was very much the same patience required for your job. Sex was unintentional training.
A balance of keeping it going and some quick adjustments made for an enjoyable half an hour. Sometimes, you deliberately gripped him by the base to have him slip out, holding him tight, only to dip him in again. Things like that made Taeyong go crazy. If you brought your feet up on the couch padding to squat on him, Taeyong would use his every ounce of core strength to meet you halfway, resulting in a sloppy mess of pre-cum inside the condom, and an even juicier aftermath when he used his skinny fingers rubbing zig-zag motions into your clit by the millimeter.
Every time was different, but your lips loved to engorge and surround him, coat him evenly with a glazing wetness. It was not a bad thing that you’d gotten fully used to Taeyong being inside of you so often now. It wasn’t a rut. The contrary was the case. He really fit you well, and it was fun. You were grateful you found him at the agency, but you also cursed it for making your life more difficult than it should be — by the virtue of certain individuals being there. A complex mission you could handle. An insulting comment? Pissed you off.
CHAPTER 1 - AT THE OFFICE
„No,“ she shakes her head. Then, your boss adjusts her glasses to pass you a stamped-up stack of documents. „Your goal: Is to find and arrest the Target. That’s all. As of 5 PM, you’ll be flying to Turkey.“
„Flying. Really.“
A quick glance across the material tells you everything your boss thinks that you think you already know. If that in and of itself is a ploy, you don’t bother as much as with the two glasses of mineral water in front of you. That is where the real conversation takes place.
You currently spin around your designated one in either palm, observing the texture of its content. Your boss keenly watches.
„What, does any of you prefer to go by bike?“ she laughs, and retreats the documents from the desk in one efficient swipe. The papers land below your vision. As always, in an audibly large drawer that locks shut automatically with three metal bolts. „You see. He can still stop and smell the roses afterward. I have nothing against that.“
„Ma’am,“ you cross your arms. „It’s not that.“
„Do you doubt his ability to assist you, then? Many of your fellow agents do. I’m hearing a lot of things.“
You don’t let yourself be distracted from the water glass. At this point, you think you figured it out. On most work days, your boss and you play the game of ‚is it spiked or not?‘ for the sake of a tradition since you debuted here six years ago. Which, to make it extra difficult, includes not being caught while spiking the water. So far, she didn’t have to pass you an antidote, and vice versa.
Today, you’re sure your drink has some kind of generic sedative in it. Hers you prepped with a harmless dose of simple raspberry flavor. Transparent, but not too hard to detect by nose. To be fair — the bosses’ office was a half-dim, overly modern dark grey room. Then again: You always trained each other for any scenario, in any environment. Being ready was everything. The rest was just banter.
„Well. What you hear is your business, but I just don’t agree with idiots,“ you quip, wondering if she’s the one who’s doubting.
„Whatever you say.“
„And, I didn’t recruit Taeyong to be my partner so he can show that he’s capable of this or that. His job is different from mine.“
With the raise of a brow, you get cozy lounging in your seat, which is deliberately crafted to turn awkwardly uncomfortable after ten minutes. It’s not a bad design in your eyes. Your boss has figured out a way that people would stop wasting her time. You always bring a pillow.
„I’m aware of your strategy. But I don’t believe you picked out Agent T just because he’s such a natural distraction within any operation environment.“
„To be frank, Taeyong is the sexiest in here.“
„Agent Y. Please.“
„It’s not like I’m not gonna shoot my shot with him one day.“
„Could you be more constructive.“
„Huh?“
„Just, just tell me what the problem with flying is already.“
It took forever until you had her there. You thought, maybe she was the one pulling a wasted-time trick on you instead. People would usually only cave when they were uncomfortable, and only then listen to you properly, and cut to the chase. You sighed out loud.
„Taeyong doesn’t have a fear of flights. He has literal flight panic. Like, the really serious version. He doesn’t function anymore.“
„Why did you not say that earlier!“
„Well. You wouldn’t let me.“
„You were free to talk.“
„Like, come on. You just let me speak after you fell for the strategy yourself. Not too aware— are you.“
The strategy being: The subject of Taeyong distracting anyone so much, they would finally do what you wanted.
The trick was almost lethally effective. Especially `admitting´ that you were `flirting´ with him would have people on your strings like a puppet. They were either too nosy or repulsed to retain their own goal focus. For the most part, though: They were nosy, feeling a compulsion to know more. That made them dependent and far out of their lane.
Using fake scenarios about personal relationships was the single-most insidious tactic to pull. It was trivial, juicy, loaded with emotion and weakness, while nobody could really tell if it was a trick or not. However, most people did believe that you wanted to shoot your shot with Taeyong, and fell for your gossip bait. Which had them neglecting what they actually wanted to do, which could be exploited in your favor. A dating rumor and people’s double standards always had more power than a single round of ammunition.
They did not suspect you had been dating forever. At least not for that long. You as a team had specialized in fooling people through their own curiosity, or even their discomfort with you being horny for him. The other way around, they would cheer for Taeyong and give it all green lights. But this way, people got mad and slammed the door shut in disgust — which was easy to deliberately trigger when you wanted to be left in peace. Even your boss was not immune, which was amusing since she knew about this strategy. But maybe — she could also fool you by playing along to make you believe it was an efficient tactic, could she.
„Agent Y, I don’t like you applying your own tricks on me.“
„They’re working. So I wouldn’t care who it is I’m using them on.“
„Goodness. Well, but what about him, then. If he has fear of flights. You should pick another agent to come with you. Like Agent L.“
„His name tells you exactly what he always takes.“
„Then Agent W.“
„He’s a bully. I don’t work with bullies. Haven’t you noticed he’s kind of strange? There’s a reason why nobody wants to go near his office.“
„I’ll look into it. What about Agent R.“
„He might be tall and muscular, but it slows him down on top of the lacking talent. He just looks like an agent rather than being one.“
„You might be correct,“ your boss reaches for the glass of water, drinking a decent amount now. „But say, Agent P has had plenty of successes recently.“
Was she testing you? Your blood was already boiling. Maybe that was her own strategy, then: Making whack suggestions to quiz people’s morals.
„Successful at being a sly ass jerk. I don’t want your C-list celebrities, boss. I only work with Agent T, nobody else. He belongs with me. We are a team.“
„If you stick together so much, see how you’ll manage him puking around for the time being. You can go by train on your way back, whatever. But it’s urgent right now.“
„That’s why you’re recommending my absolute dumbest `colleagues’? Being in a hurry messes with our organization and rationale.“
„You sure preach a lot, but I guess I need to check up on them more often.“
„I prefer to call it firing. But that’s just me.“
„Listen. I need to work with what I have in an emergency. Ten is not available yet. This is not a joke. Especially if it’s Istanbul. The spy is currently said to be somewhere in the Eastern boroughs. If you manage to meet her in time, Agent B will have more recent information about our Target’s whereabouts. That’s all I have to say.“
„You do?“
„Have a good flight. Do your best. Seems like I can’t help you.“
„I’m not the one who has to be told to step their game up.“
„At least you admit that. Somebody really should tell him. Why not you? In case he’s so unwell, Agent T might just put a roadblock in this mission. You need to give him a real pep talk. If what you say about his condition is true, though.“
„No, I meant you. Not Taeyong.“
„Are you sure?“
„If you want to test if I’m paying attention, you should hold your other agents to the same standard.“
„I will refrain from recommending you partners in the future, then. But I seriously need you to stay focused. We don’t go after this man for fun and banter. There are some spies out there who exist to extract very vital information.“
„I’ve seen the briefing. I know the Target found a way to get the file.“
„Really? I thought you were busy winking at Agent T.“
„I flirted with him at the same time as learning that the Target hacked our damn supercomputer. Using a virus program called The W.B.E Plus, which works on a code that employs a string of calculated—.“
„Okay. You did listen. Just get me that guy.“
„Now we’re talking.“
„Good luck with your job. I know it’s not an easy mission.“
„…to mess up.“
The last project was times tougher. You had to in-ear maneuver Taeyong out of a noose around his neck, a chair barely under his feet. The trick was simply to step through his back-tied arms, grip upwards, and kick his legs up on the beam where the rope was hanging from, and climb underneath the attic. A local New York clan of wealthy brokers had been smuggling stolen diamonds, which turned out to be hidden in an air duct Taeyong proceeded to climb through after he was free. Having to get the hell out because the brokers were shooting every available rifle in his direction. You had to get him off the roof with bare hands, and his bulletproof vest had to shots in them. Talk about easy.
„I bet my barber that Agent T is not actually afraid of flights and you’re trying to cause confusion,“ your boss readjusted her jacket — for no reason whatsoever, it was her habit.
Said barber is a lot to go by, her haircut is always trimmed to the millimeter at the nape. All while people never seemed to figure out when she got the haircut downtown, which would make her vulnerable to attack, as any agent going out in public. Only you figured she cut her own hair at home. You commend her swearing by yourself, but remained skeptical in your chair.
„You need more luck fixing that shit firewall. And our Target already sounds like the biggest amateur in history.“
„He managed to obtain intel even you couldn’t access.“
„Boss. The fact that we learned of his existence in time already shows he’s leaving every trace he can. Because he’s dumb.“
„Deliberately, I think. That’s why I want Agent T on his best performance. You might walk straight into a trap. It all looks like it.“
„50-50. This guy is trying way too hard.“
„If you say so. Better watch than make a guess. We’ll see each other in three days.“
„Three days?“
„Don’t tell me you need four.“
„Please. I’ll have him delivered to the officers by the time you have your breakfast tomorrow. We’ll absolutely be smelling the roses by then.“
„Then your strategy really must be excellent.“
„Count on it like your black suit. Now hand me the equipment already. We’re flying to Istanbul. If you want me to be serious, let’s get serious.“
CHAPTER 2 - THE PLANE
The sleek private jet had a comfortable beige interior, but Taeyong was still tilted sideways in his seat. A rather large construction for three people in a row, padded with a smooth material. He’d already walked in wary. Little exasperated sighs, looking around, quickly retreating to his spot. Taeyong was not secure on his feet at all. And, you feared, he would be until a longer time later.
Now, his face looked even more preoccupied. If you were honest, it seemed like he could pass out any second. Even if the altitude was now stable, something wasn’t right. The take-off had already been rocky, causing Taeyong to squeeze his eyes shut and not move for minutes. Complete shutdown, the breath in hitching panic. He sat there like a statue of rock. If you wanted to catch a spy together, he’d have to recalibrate his every cell at Istanbul airport before you could even start.
You handed him your own black coat to wrap around himself, which revealed the knives and rifles strapped to your shoulder harness. Since they were used to helping out agents, the flight attendants weren’t looking — but the pilot was. One gun on the left, one on the right. An especially well-crafted design of a Glock model, easier to load than ever, easier to aim than ever: Not much recoil either. The knives, one combat, and one utility: To use for cutting Taeyong an apple, so he had something to chew on. Slowly, but surely, but without any interest. He was staring into space and continued to freeze. The temperature in here did suck ass.
You closed the blinds of the window he was seated next to, and ushered Taeyong to sit further away from it. Although you took his seat and the dangerously steep view was now blocked, his eyelids seemed heavy, and Taeyong was dazed in his seat, sort of caught in his own world. He had accepted your coat and the apple slices wordlessly, with a mere nod, which was uncharacteristic of him. Taeyong always said thanks and smiled.
„Miss Hwang — if you could get Agent T a warm glass of mint water,“ you addressed one of the attendants, who asked you to call her Yeji. Some minutes later, she also brought along a freshly made sandwich for you to stack up on a plate. Meanwhile: The plane, as much as it irked you, was not steady in the clouds. It felt like a strange kind of turbulence.
„Thank you,Yeji,“ you said. „Is there any problem with the aircraft?“
„The pilot just joined the crew,“ she answered. „It takes him a couple minutes to get used to the cockpit and route. He’s usually flying to South America and the Pacific.“
„I see. New to Europe, huh.“
„We’ll manage.“
To your surprise, the mint water took a while to arrive from the cabin. You decided to relocate the two of you into the bedroom at the back of the plane, so Taeyong could lie down supine. It took three minutes to even get him there. Beforehand, though, you had to slam the cabin blinds shut — of the more than panoramic window that allowed for a ginormous view onto approaching cities. Taeyong had quickly averted his gaze and just let himself drop on the mattress. His cramping upper body told you he was completely nauseous from walking.
The actual cabin bed was rather slim, but still broad enough for you to sit at the edge — after you had chucked the mint water into a sink of the adjacent bathroom.
It was fucking loaded with chloride tincture.
Which had no business being in there.
In fact, it was one of the ways to poison a drink that your boss had warned you about the very most. Taeyong did not have a sip.
A blurry residue had shown at the bottom, and the smell was slightly off. Chloride never mixed well with mint. You didn’t tell Taeyong, but grabbed a lemonade bottle from your suitcase instead. He didn’t seem to care that you gave him something else to drink but went on rubbing his stomach. You put your hand there, on top of his.
„Sorry. I’m so lightheaded…“
Because he was so short of breath, Taeyong’s mumbled apologies were easily cut up by the plane’s approaching turbulence. A bumping and side-to-side motion that slowly increased, with Taeyong gripping your hand wide-eyed in shock. You even started to feel it yourself, in your stomach, just how uneven the trail of flight through the air was. It was starting to get really annoying. And time-consuming. In an ideal case, you would be reading up some extra files on the case together, or have a chat with Agent B over the intercom. That one seemed to be disabled right now — what a coincidence.
„They’ll crash it,“ Taeyong breathes out hard. His blonde hair sticks to his scalp, and you can tell by his face and hands how he’s breaking into a cold sweat. On the job, Taeyong’s subtle makeup never slacks. You’ve never seen it runny, or even ill-applied. But now, it’s caking up on his forehead and nose. The bumps return, and the air pressure drops. The temperature is unbearable. Since Turkey is piping hot, of course you didn’t pack something any warmer into your suitcase.
„That’s not a damn weather thing, man. What’s going on in this plane.“
„I really feel like dying…“
„Come here,“ you lift him, reaching under his right armpit, hoisting up Taeyong to stumble across the bedroom area. „The bathroom has wall grips to hold onto. I’ll handle the rest, okay. Just stay there.“
The promise of a smaller room seems to be the only thing you can come up with. Taeyong is not claustrophobic. As you’ve observed him, it’s the opposite. A tight windowless area seems to relieve his vertigo, but how to deal with the shaky ground: His legs are none the wiser. At least he has something firmer to hold on to.
„Sit down on the floor. Here.“
He does, he coughs, and fumbles to get a towel, which you help him wet with hot water. Taeyong buries his face in the wet fabric, with only a slight relief following. If only this shit bathroom had a thermostat. The bumping doesn’t really slow, how would it. Because Taeyong continues to have chills, you knot the belt of the coat tighter around him. Somehow, the ground feels like it lost most of its gravity. He already started to cry. You stroke his back in a short embrace.
„I’ll be right back.“
CHAPTER 3 - THE COCKPIT
„Don’t look at me like that. Yes, I can just barge in like this!“
You briefly settle yourself into the creaky co-pilot seat, adjust the steering wheel on either side of the board, smack away the hand of the pilot that tries to interfere — and press what you deem worthy of an AUTO-PILOT button. Click. There we go.
And now you hope the turbulence is tamed. Sure, your boss had you take helicopter and related lessons, knowing you’d need them. But every plane was different. So, the shot in the dark is more like a shot in the dark, in outer space, while a black hole is sucking you in. The motor of the plane did sound different now if flying by ear was anything to go by.
„Hey! You’ll make us crash!“
The pilot was still furious that you just stormed in without further ado, trying his best to reverse what you just did.
„Huh. Oh really.“
You simply protected the AUTOPILOT button by shielding it with your foot.
„What are you doing? Ga— get back there! The back of the plane! You’re not authorized to be here.“
The uniformed pilot, tall and bearded, an East Coast white American, especially going by accent — someone most agents would describe as conventionally attractive, in fact — looks even more indignant than your boss after she learned that some troll used up all her spare ammunition in the practice shooting range last Friday. Well, tough luck for that person.
„Your flying’s the most terrible I’ve seen, man. You get out of here. We still gotta arrive in one piece. So?“
For proper emphasis, you decide to pull your left gun from the harness, and prop it firmly against his temple.
„This is my plane! Put your .44 away, what is this! I will report you!“
„Not really. That’s my bosses’ private jet, frickin’ idiot. We’re just borrowing it because it’s extra fast.“
From behind the curtain, Yeji and one of her colleagues begin to peek into the cockpit now, alarmed by the rise in tone. The other lady with an updo seems to be a little older, and her nameplate simply reads Hyuna rather than a last name.
„What’s going on here?“ she says. „Any problems?“
Which almost makes you laugh given that you’re in here with your gun pulled.
„Simply open the curtain,“ you address Yeji, while the pilot keeps on raging.
„She’s attacking me!“
„You’re the safety hazard,“ you proceed to point your gun down south. Maybe that will drive the point home. „Stand up or I’ll turn your crotch into a kitchen sieve. I don’t want you crashing us dead at fucking 11 AM, you amateur.“
„I’m a licensed pilot!“
„Hyuna, Yeji. This gentleman wants to be escorted out.“
„Have you gone insane?“
„Pardon. This jackass wants to be escorted out.“
Hyuna seems to have experience with these kinds of situations judging by how she tugs the pilot out of his seat in just one go, merely using his collar — by virtue of knowing it would strangle him otherwise if he tried to stay seated. He’s flailing around, but already out of balance. The collar pull seems to be the latest genius hack in the agent academy, where flight attendants are typically recruited: Which you now see on full display.
In fact, you’ll send a nice present to your boss for providing you with this competent crew.
„Thank you very much,“ you smile, politely, then kick the pilot to the ground aiming at the backside of his knees. He goes down outside of the cockpit, struggling, head first on the ground.
„Got any masking tape lying around somewhere, ladies?“
„Just a moment, Agent Y. We are fully stocked,“ Yeji turns to the side of the attendant’s cabin, opening a closet.
For good measure, you knock the gun across the back of the pilot’s head twice while Hyuna climbs into the cockpit, flicking switches, turning nozzles, and belting herself into the main chair. Maybe a third hit is not a bad idea, just to make sure he’s entirely unconscious. For a guy this buff, he seemingly forgot to work out his temples and build some muscle there. Just a thought of yours.
It’s hard to drag the pilot along a meter or two, but Yeji has dealt with drunk passengers before, she says. The two of you lift the more-than-limp man’s body into the first seat in sight. The one with an absolutely brilliant view. A couple feet of tape secure him fast in place. Eyes, hands, feet, chest. The fabric of his stupid fucking uniform sticks to the tape like velcro. Nice job.
You exhale in one go, locking your gun back in its holster. Finally a safe flight — the plane is steady in the air. Captain Hyuna is in charge, baby. Istanbul here we come. Yeji opens the snack bar and fridge with sweets and cake, serving some chilled beverages on top of it.
You stride back to Taeyong’s cabin to inform him about the fight, but he’s firmly locked into the bathroom. Knocking twice, he emerges, asking if there’s no threat and whether you’re okay. He does look a little better — not as shaky. So it actually wasn’t a weather thing indeed. Just bad fucking flying.
You compliment him for doing the right thing protecting himself. What was he gonna do, charge out of his room to help and faint on the spot instead? Be the easy fodder people taunted him about? Taeyong is now best suited for lying down in bed and warming up properly since Hyuna dialed up the temperature. You sort out your things to carry and then proceed to just relax. Half an hour before touchdown: Turkish delight and apple tea — spiked with nothing else but a dash of cinnamon.
„So here goes our Target,“ you give a nod towards the arriving congregation of agents. They arrive in a loose formation, about six of them in total. „Sorry for the delay.“
After Hyuna gives him a firm push between his shoulder blades, the tied-up pilot lands between two officers who promptly snap some handcuffs around his wrists. Hyuna must have a magic touch for hurling big guys around like that. Well, sometimes — you can learn from a cadet, not just your boss.
„Good job ratting him out,“ Agent B shakes hands with you. „Boss already texted me saying it’s actually five minutes before her breakfast time now.“
„Right. Slight time shift.“
„We’ll get this guy transported to the headquarters in Cyprus, actually,“ B checks her watch.
Cyprus being code for Athens — just to fuck with anyone who might have installed a spy cam somewhere around here.
„You’ll have fun,“ you drag along your suitcase, which is jam-packed with snacks that Yeji gave you. Who knows. It’s always time for snacks, right. „He’s even more of an amateur than I thought. Unskilled pilot my ass.“
„Copy. Is Agent T okay?“
Climbing down the airstairs extra slowly, Taeyong now wobbles onto his feet next to you, hands on his knees after his lopsided descent. You hook your arm around his shoulder to have him standing properly. He’s sort of back to balance, or, well, getting there.
„I didn’t even know what was going on…“ he shakes his head, clearly dizzy with fright and sweatiness still. Agent B courteously helps him out of the coat, as the heat on the airport is simply scorching head to toe. At least someone would treat Taeyong well instead of just dismissing him. Maybe the Turkey division was ahead of the curve. They valued results — not looks, nor being an unusual character.
„Taeyong, you’re actually the reason I found out,“ you strike an encouraging tone, watching the officers frame the pilot while walking off to a black van. That one must be a cooking pan inside, with that level of heat bouncing off the glossy surface.
„I was?“
„As always.“
A final nod. Agent B waves across her shoulder, then grabs the van keys while picking up a phone call in the distance. A turquoise little taxi appears in the meantime, the driver lurking out of the window in search for you, whom you beckon with a loud Merhaba.
„Really, what was the clue, then?“
„Back at the hotel Taeyong,“ you put your index across his lips, then pick up your luggage. „Relax now. Gotta ground yourself first here. I’ll pay the taxi driver extra to turn down the radio and drive slower than slow.“
Which wouldn’t be a problem: Today, the immense traffic was actually a blessing. And now, an aircon was actually necessesary.
„This all happened so fast,“ Taeyong holds onto his suitcase that now serves as a walking aid across the concrete of the airport. The food and drink have definitely raised his mood a little, but his legs are still going a bit side to side.
„I know,“ you mumble. „I mean. You almost got poisoned.“
Probably not with an instantly lethal substance, but still. Taeyong, however, doesn’t seem to be shocked about it. Now that you think again — you never passed him anything that has lemon in it, and why would you pour away the mint water. Taeyong doesn’t really like acidity.
„I knew you were acting strange about that glass of water,“ he says, and you open the trunk of the taxi to put the luggage in.
CHAPTER 4 — THE HOTEL ROOM
You’re reassured when he comes back knocking. Sometime earlier, you sent him there with all the time of the day available. In fact, the whole thing took a whopping three hours that you could use for a bit of your own me-time, food indulgence, antique market barter, and incognito sightseeing. Yes: You had your confused old man mask with you at all times. What else! It was just as effective as anywhere else, just a lot warmer underneath.
But back to Taeyong. Around 10:30 PM, he returns from the hotel’s spa and hammam fully exfoliated, massaged, steamed, soaped-down, heated up, joint cracked, thermal bathed, gently oiled, shaved, waxed, groomed, and pampered with extra heavy, but aromatic Turkish coffee as a perfect finish. But most importantly: Happy. Smiling ear to ear.
As part of the package, they even had a barber niche. A broad, bearded man from Eastern Anatolia decided to comb and razor Taeyong’s hair into a dynamic shape — and dyed it back to jet black on his own accord: „More handsome!“. Which Taeyong was decisively fine with, and you anyway.
Although the previous crisp blonde dye already gave him a fresh and masculine look, black was more mysterious and framed his face in a sensual way. Which, as you could tell by his cheeks, the barber had massaged all over, ardently moisturizing the skin full throttle like Taeyong’s life depended on it. You can tell they truly pulled his body in all directions and most likely karate chopped his back. Still a more harmless ride than flying with an amateur spy pilot.
Inside his fluffy white gown, Taeyong flops down on the hotel room’s queen-size bed. Humming and sighing, but this time, with bliss, head still in the old thermal bath under the vaulted ceilings. You knew he’d like the area and how challenging the massage techniques were. You could never, but he was into those kinds of things. Essentially boneless, he’s flushed and gooey in the limbs all over. The shock of the flight? Taeyong’s masseur slapped it out of him with a record-speed neck massage.
You, on the other hand, got some new detailed intel on your phone, then popped under the shower and stored away your guns — within reach, at least. As far as you know, Hyuna and Yeji have since gotten due praise from the academy chief, heading out to a café undercover for the night. While Taeyong’s arms and legs got squeezed in ten different directions, you were brushing your teeth after having a little cup of sage tea with biscuits at the hotel’s Orangerie.
You even played with a striped little cat that somehow managed to climb onto your room’s tiny balcony. Or, well — you always choose a lower floor because of Taeyong’s fear of heights, even if that makes you predictable in the eyes of an enemy. But who cares. Your black blade knives can deal with anybody’s vital points, nobody’s above their own humanity. As of now, you’re leaning in a chair and enjoy a lit-up evening sight of the Bosphorus Strait beyond the window. Your light PJs are comfortable in the temperature of the room, and loose, and there’s busking music playing from somewhere. Life is good in Istanbul.
Because he still feels so hot and steamy, Taeyong discards his bathing gown and lays on the bed sheets naked, holding a small hand mirror to reapply his makeup.
At this hour, nobody used the elevator, and the hotel was safe and sound by your standards— but you still had him carry a device to contact you or the boss within a matter of seconds. That one he could discard by now, although he kept his phone within reach.
„Thank you for looking out for me,“ he says.
„Goes without sayin’.“
Lord knows Taeyong has done more strenuous things for you after a certain Agent Y caught malaria in Brazil. All while hunting after a Target. And Taeyong’s far away from being a born sniper, so he has to rely on more complex methods to fend someone off without them opening fire.
„All I know is,“ Taeyong presses a white undereye patch flat against his skin, „I think you figured it out when you brought me to the bedroom and pulled the blinds.“
As expected: He looks good with nothing but a hydrating eye mask on. But nothing like that even remotely surprises you.
„Well-observed. I knew the pilot was the culprit after I looked outside.“
„Hm— Outside? Give me a hint.“
„What does one typically expect to see in Turkey while flying past?“
„Turkish people? Turkish food?“
„Taeyong. Not at that altitude.“
„Turkish… landscapes?“
„We were traveling across a city at that point. Only houses and sights, no mountains and hills.“
„Then, I don’t really know.“
„What do you see when you fly across a Turkish city? A minaret! Literally at least one.“
„Ah, of course.“
„When I looked outside the panorama. Not a single one in sight. We were actually way above Eastern Europe at that point. The Balkans, not Turkey. The pilot was taking us way elsewhere.“
„What?“
„The man who should receive the spy’s intel— Andrei Strago. He’s Romanian. Strago is responsible for one of our agents’ family disappearing. Agent B found out two months ago that Strago actually runs a human trafficking ring for three years now. Down in Walachia, where most of his preferred route crosses inland from the Black Sea. That’s exactly where the pilot wanted to fly us to. We’d be in Romania as we speak.“
„Really now…“
„Yes. Strago was smart enough to pick a foreign spy for the job. An American, for that matter. But the pilot gave himself away knowing the exact caliber of my gun— and not flying like the expert he pretended to be with his bedazzled shit uniform.“
„I think I almost lost my mind in that bathroom.“
Strago really sent the worst pilot in history. At least you knew he was running out of money now.
„He also stuttered right into my face. It made me realize he’d been speaking another language as of recently. I swear this guy slipped up more than Agent P on a stamina test. The glass of water also took so long to arrive since he was busy prepping it somehow.“
„Right. It wasn’t Yeji. She would have been faster to spike my drink. I mean…she handled the food. But, how did he do it then?“
„I’m only guessing here. Maybe he stopped Yeji before she could bring the food trolley to us. He wanted us to suspect her so fucking bad, it’s ridiculous. But the officers who searched the plane after we took the taxi actually found chemicals in his personal bag. Lab texted me, it was chloral hydrate. They also found out that he dripped some ketamine into my sandwich.“
„But you didn’t eat anything of that!“
He almost drops his mirror.
„I’m still standing, so. Obviously not. I only ate some Turkish Delight straight out of the cupboard later when we already caught him.“
„Those were fine? No late effects, damage, nothing?“
„Guaranteed.“
Taeyong looks more than bewildered about the fact that you’re doing your ‚see everything, hear everything‘ job the way you’re supposed to, without a damning mistake. You always tell him, he can take it for granted. He worries regardless. But, you have to admit it, his concern is far more caring than what most people extend to you. Envy, anger, overwork — those kinds of things.
„How are you always prepared to find those things even if you can’t actually see them?“
„Boss taught me. We practice daily. You need to be able to spot what’s irregular. It’s all just chemistry, then. And you know I carry my antidotes.“
„So you’re okay, then,“ Taeyong nods, picking up his mascara again.
„I am. Thank the boss for hiring Hyuna.“
„It was a good team effort from you, seriously.“
And your boss thought Taeyong being ill was the trick. No, it was just Hyuna’s iron fist. Nothing less, nothing more. A strategy was a chance, but it could also weigh you down. Maybe, the best approach was simply adapting fast enough.
„I overlooked the geographic coordinates being set to Romania in the cockpit, and Hyuna did a better job at busting his nuts. But we actually managed the rest. The USB in particular.“
You purposely lower your voice now. Taeyong looked confused but also toned it down a notch.
„The USB?“
„The actual purpose of our mission.“
„Was there a second one?! Do we hunt for Strago and his gang now?“
„Boss gave me a data stick for Agent B to retrieve. Our flight was a messenger mission. All the collected intel about Strago’s business is on said USB. I didn’t tell you about it to minimize anyone finding out.“
„So we did take that data stick to Turkey already?“
Taeyong can hardly continue with his makeup again because his face is like an audible gasp.
„Exactly. The local agents will receive a copy. The trafficking ring can be broken up within two days time if all goes well.“
„That fast?“
„Agent B has done it before, ten times, twelve times. So we leave it to her and the crew we just saw. As for us, we specialize in single-target missions, not gangs. The experts are taking over from here. Rumor has it Ten was already flown in. They’re gonna shut this whole thing down. A crucial hint on the USB was that Strago owned a mansion on a Black Sea beach.“
„We… had this information with us the whole time?“
„It’s true. We could never send something like this through the airwaves. Sometimes, you gotta use antiquated technology. I actually stitched it into my coat. It was a safety measure. The USB was on you the entire time while the pilot thought I was carrying the USB. He thought he could grab hold of it while I was entering the cockpit, that’s why he got so handsy and flailed around.“
„Handsy? On you?! What did he do? Are you alright?“
„Don’t worry. He couldn’t manage.“
„Hyuna needs a serious raise. And, I really should have known. With the coat, you know. I’m stupid,“ he sighs.
„Because you didn’t pay any attention to it, that’s exactly why the pilot never even thought of finding it on you. Our flight route was so convoluted to buy time, though. I bet he would have searched you in your sleep at one point.“
„He attacked me with reckless flying, that was enough.“
Taeyong demonstratively drags a powder puff across his forehead, applying a finishing touch.
„Well, not anymore. So, now, that’s also why Agent B took off your coat, did you notice. She took it from you pretty damn fast.“
This guy is done for, and he didn’t even figure out where the USB was located. Although you were not complaining that your Target was an easier case. Taeyong would have been in serious trouble, and he certainly had his ways with poison in your food, too.
Although the sandwich in and of itself had looked far from appetizing anyways — nothing could beat a proper Taeyong-made bread from home. The snack that had arrived was so horribly below average, you wonder why the pilot thought you’d eat this willingly. Flimsy lettuce, stinking cheese, and an underwhelming condiment squeezed in between. That’s also how you would have described agents P, R and W walking down the hallway past your office.
„Sorry again. I was really too close to just fainting on the spot.“
„That’s why I booked ourselves a train back home. Day after tomorrow, we got nice bedding for two. Room service and everything, and 90% flat landscapes.“
It’s not just your following wink that sends Taeyong into a visible frenzy. He loves to go by train whenever. Lord knows you would have taken the Orient Express a thousand times if it weren’t for the risk of assassination.
„You did!“
„Uh-huh,“ you proceed to lay between his legs, now torso on torso with him. „We’ll have all the time in the world to use up our condoms now.“
His jaw slightly lowers, unable to form words at first.
„W—hat are you planning?“
„To start now, if you got some energy left. Coffee gave you a real boost, did it. We could almost fuck a marathon with the time boss gave us.“
„I think it did,“ Taeyong huffs out, flustered. „I’ve never had coffee this strong.“
„Figures,“ you smile at him. „And— You didn’t just put on your makeup for nothing, you see.“
He does those things pretty much automatically without thinking much about it. Even though it was 11:20 PM. Which must be due to the jetlag. Regardless: It all shouldn’t go to waste. And both of you were still buzzing with energy.
„At least… do I look halfway acceptable again?“
Understatement. You give him the eyebrow.
Taeyong’s visit to the hotel spa had clearly added five years of extra lifespan to his face and body in one smacking go. The silent and shaky little guy from hours ago is now glowingly refreshed as if he had been reborn. The flight was jarring, but a good haircut was the best pick-me-up.
„Much healthier,“ you smile. „You’re always `acceptable´. But I also would have made out with you in that sleeping cabin if you wanted a cuddle. Still better we can cozy up here, though.“
„I probably wouldn’t have gotten it up there anyway.“
Honest. Taeyong avoids eye contact, and he’s close to whispering. You know his body is very susceptible to moods. It doesn’t faze you. Hell, who gets turned on in such a state of dread. Taeyong’s vertigo is too strong.
„How I care if you hadn’t,“ you twirl at his hair, all the nonchalance in the world. „I like your hands and I like your lips. And— These.“
The thighs too, which you demonstrate to him with a little pinch on either side of them. They’re small, that’s why they’re handy — and easy to ride.
„True,“ he exhales, embarrassment in his eyes, but also clarity. Taeyong has slept with you for long enough to know that there are many ways to please you.
„We could do anything. A million ways we could feel good.“
„Yes. Maybe a billion.“
There it is. He’s adorable. Taeyong agrees you should be busy making some love instead of hurrying back to the headquarters. The paperwork can wait.
„You got it.“
„If you want a billion ways. Or a hundred for a start. I mean. If you’d like it…“
„Sounds like a good suggestion,“ you say, acting like a guest flipping through the menu at a restaurant. „I’d like to have everything at once, please. But with extra ice cream.“
CHAPTER 5 - THE BED
You wanted Taeyong to open his mouth and let the saliva pool, cooling on his tongue — as much as he could. You asked him to let the spit run over your labia. All of it, and he had to press his coffee lips between yours so it would reach the spot.
„Use your fingertips to spread it all around.“
So close to you. It’s what you always missed when you were busy and maintaining a protective front. Taeyong had you hot and bothered with his breath alone because it was so immediate. So immediate. He kept on licking, creating a mess. It was too good to be called just that. Taeyong’s mouth gave you a known appetite.
You wanted his dick, and it was erect and full where his robe once covered it up with its material — which gave him a little frottage. Your eyes: Liking what they saw. So sweet and almost pinkish, deep, thoroughly blushed in the middle. The tip, perfectly sculpted. You wanted Taeyong to whine for you because that very sweet spot made his body feel electric, too, now. But you weren’t just there yet. It was all building up.
Taeyong used all five fingers of his right to play with your pussy. You had an achingly bad desire to feel them brush back and forth, tease your clit superficially while it’s already soaked, and move around your labia for fun, not abrasively. Just playfully. He rubbed your best spot with three fingers flat on it, too, giving it a bit more focus. Taeyong is patient when you take your naughty time to lick his wrists and arms like a pervert. He didn’t judge you: He just watched and learned. It takes two perverts.
Going from a soft arousal in sobriety to full-on contact excited you to the bone now. You told him to put on the condom slowly, so you could observe his hands. Between your legs, he could make use of the final checking grip. Taeyong knew how to tease and work up your pussy with the tip of his cock, giving some little sideway nudges to your clit, and across, especially that. He learned that you liked it, so Taeyong hardly missed out on repeating that movement. You couldn’t wait for much longer. Your skin was almost buzzing.
The salacious view of Taeyong’s cock slicking in and out of you was heavenly, and it sounded just like that. Giving a bit of suction when he pulled back every time, and filling you up well when he rocked forward carefully. The penetration made your labia dance around his shaft that drove in slightly deeper and wetter than before, the more you fully relaxed around his slobbery member. Taeyong could never quite settle where he put his hands; your upper arms, or your thighs, or your shoulders. You liked how he switched places, it gave you so many new sensations. He didn’t lie with his billion ways.
He spit and drooled so much on himself, using his hands and good aim, it was immersing your pussy in clear little bubbles. Whenever he pulled out briefly, he could barely keep up playing with your clit side to side, dipping into it, pressing down on it, using his two long bony fingers. He had to penetrate you again because he was needy. Alternating between outside and inside stimulation made him want to go insane, and cry from the intensity. If his massage had been a 90%, this was one hundred on the scale.
You got off so much on his concentrated facial expression that always broke every time the friction was a few extra active nerve endings more profound than before. Taeyong made your pussy feel so soft and sloppy, he couldn't help but admire it, and really feel the way your legs would wrap around his slender waist. His mouth craved your breasts so bad, and once you asked him to, he was sucking uncontrollably. You were very pleased with his technique, you got a kick out of it.
Because he liked to gobble you up that way, he always opened his jaw wide so his lips could be in full contact with your skin, stretched around your breast rather than just kissing it: Which he also liked to do, though, but with enough spit again. His chaotic kisses were interrupted with moans, stemming from just how much his dick was feeling you accommodate him more loosely, giving space, letting him plunge in more easily. In all the excitement, your heart was about to explode with fast beats.
„I love your pussy,“ he buried his nose in your right breast, and he maintained the gyrating of his hip, the slapping thigh on thigh with you, while swiveling his dangerously heated sticky tongue. „Your pussy lips are amazing. Look how juicy they are. They’re so pretty and stretchy. I love them. I’m so sorry I can't get enough of them.“
„Don’t say sorry, baby,“ you tickle at his neck. He was absolutely griping, but tried not to be too loud — which made it even hotter to watch him melt down from pleasure, face to face. „They’re so greedy and sloppy for you. Just keep fucking them. Come on.“
Over the course of the evening, you switched positions a lot. At least fifteen times, if not more. One time at his home, you rode him until exhaustion, he was so knocked out. Taeyong always felt really meaty, but pleasant, and not all that thick. He penetrated you as deeply as his moans would become, loving the slaps of your ass against his loins when you did doggy. Taeyong could never really take it, so he had to think about vegetables that would sauté in a pan ever so boringly to get his mind out of the gutter.
You weren't afraid of speed and Taeyong being unrestricted in the way he stirred up your pussy. As long as he was consistent: The angle had to be ideal. No moments being stuck of hurting. Your lips, simultaneously, keeping in close contact. Aggressively, passionately kissing. There was nothing shy here. Kissing gave him confidence. Taeyong has a certain way of puckering up that you liked, it was cute but also sexy.
He was addicted to putting his cock into your soft, hot insides, so far in. Taeyong always moaned softly while gouging into you from behind, hands rested on your ass, either upper side. Your walls were clenched up the deeper he dwelled, but also swollen and craving like your clit. What you liked the most in this position, the roundness of his balls pressed over your clit and continued to give it softened skin-to-skin stimulation.
It felt best when he wouldn’t retreat that far, but keep his thrusts minimal, not even pulling back two inches. In his mind, Taeyong pictured an X-Ray of your moving body, showing him how steep and hard and fleshed out his dick was, wedged deep inside your pussy. He liked to imagine he could see your walls part and close depending on how he drove his shaft into you. Not pushing, but rather being accepted and putting his tip as deep as he could.
You wanted more. Taeyong watched you stretch around him eagerly with every new oozing drop of yourself widening your entrance, throbbing with a greed that made Taeyong afraid he’d make you cum too fast, and you thought the same. He had to be careful pounding you, he could only do it one stroke at a time without slamming his thin hips into your ass too recklessly. That feeling already made him want to blow. He imagined how it would be like without the condom. He’d fuck himself dumb in three minutes and scream.
Shooting his sperm deep inside of you, meeting you at the farthest, to make your cervix so creamy with fluid, spoiling it completely, making your insides feel amazing and spongy from a clenching orgasm. That fantasy was almost too much, so he was glad he was wearing rubber. He’d pour right into you otherwise and leave you hanging. No-go. And still, he had to take a little break, whimpering into a pillow and lying down on it. He beckoned to onto his face with a gesture he had done so frequently it became nature, and you took the offer with a little mischievous smile. You loved completely smashing Taeyong’s face.
Your boyfriend’s jaw, felt between and under your thighs, made you obsessed with his outline, the bone and contour. It’s almost as if you could feel him ten times more accurately as with your bare hands. Maybe your pussy just had a thing for his nose. You felt his skinny fingers desperately clinging around your ass, disoriented from all the thrusting that you were picking up. His makeup was nothing but a big smear. You could feel his smudgy black lashes against your ass, and you pitied this little kitty for putting so much effort into painting his face. Shame you were relentless.
The hammam had worked up his blood flow, so this was putting the cherry on the botto— I mean on Tae— well, on top. If you were gonna pound his face like that, you were gonna do it properly, with the right momentum. It was so much fun because all the room was: Bed creaking. Muffled little noises. Wetness. Skin. And that’s where your big appetite from the beginning came in.
Without the condom and a bit of your saliva already, his cock was freshly soaked and perky to actually medium-sized, decently so, pulsing and easy to gobble once you controlled it with your fist. He loved your eyes, so you didn’t sit down on him permanently. For a while, you took him in your mouth from a sideways position, sitting on your feet’s heels right next to him. Lips only, no major tongue yet, with both hands wandering down onto his little hips.
On many days, and that thought came to your mind to turn you on even more (well thanks), Taeyong would treat you going mouth to pussy endlessly with your legs comfortably spread, laying down in perfect deckchair position to take a good look at his tummy, and to observe his magic dick just doing his thing — pleasing and stimulating you smoothly rather than ripping into your pussy to split it from brutal friction, or ramming your throat until you couldn’t breathe or swallow. Rather, he took it slow, using his slightly shorter length and balanced girth to his advantage.
He would roll his hips in large, wide serpentine motions to gently stuff your wet pussy and dripping mouth very deliberately with enough width to make you tingle and enjoy it, and admire its lush shape. You loved how it gave you soft gliding sensations. Taeyong loved how your pussy engorged him, and how your mouth opened up to him so hungry to suck it. You always loved to close your lips to surround and feel him. As in life, Taeyong was also not very risk-loving with sex. He was turned on like mad, but he wouldn’t push or tear. Instead, he knew how to work you up with his hands or granting just the right look at his sexy sweat-covered face. Or both.
But this way, in a 69 position, just focusing on his dick for now, taking him like this made your throat so hot and welcoming. You worked your open teeth and lips down his glossy cock five times, up, down, up. You wanted it all. Back to how you started when he took a break, you could really fuck your face with him properly while Taeyong was drowning. His face ruined, choking on pussy. He tried his best to pucker his lips how you liked it best, and kiss your pussy all over as good as he can. But after a while, he fails miserably because you grind onto his face too unpredictably. If you asked him in this moment whether he had fear of planes, he probably would not care nor know.
„Sorry, busy, I dunno, I’m shy,“ would his reply be. That scenario makes you chuckle.
Taeyong is pathetic in how his face gets destroyed, but he loves it. Your boyfriend surrenders to how you wreck him with your ass, bouncing on him as if you were riding all the cum he had out of his balls and cock. He’s winding and wincing, but he can’t escape, nor does he plan to. Everything’s so mixed up and your pussy is too wet for him not to lick up, trying to gulp it down obediently. What you give him, he swallows. He makes his shoulders move into it, a little upward, to match with you, but he gets pushed back onto the mattress in an instant and has to endure it passively. Which, going by his mewling, he likes.
Whenever you gave him a blowjob, he couldn't stop cumming. Your mouth was getting filled up deliciously with his smooth runny semen that would make deepthroating him even easier. Today was no different. As he keeps pouring it up in your mouth, onto your teeth (you perversely like this the very most), you continue to slobber on his thick dick and squeeze him with your exceedingly puffy lips. Just around the middle of his shaft, where you can feel his amazing circumference the most.
You grind your pussy all over his face to finish him entirely, let your clit trail down his nose until you get goosebumps and want to scream from pleasure. Completely unleashed. Taeyong goes crazy working his nose and soft warm tongue, upwards, straining. You groan around his dick, which makes Taeyong even more desperate, and your pussy more swollen. You’re treating his cock with your teeth and spit, which comes out gooey from all the snot running backwards from your nose, inside. Taeyong is too slutty not to like that. His cock always stimulates your mouth so well, but especially the lips. Talk about spa — it’s like a deep massage. You love the noise they make, and your super wet throat. It wants to choke the cum out of him until he loses his mind and goes blank.
„Mmh, just give me that cum,“ is what you mumble, it’s hard to understand, but Taeyong has heard that phrasing very often, times before. He is always polite to oblige on demand.
Taeyongs two-hand embrace around your waist allows for movement enough to leave him dumbfounded from the downforce. Crushing your ass and pussy against his face makes Taeyong dizzy and even more uncontrolled with his seed-dripping cock. He shoots more and more soft treads into your mouth and fucks the whole length into your throat so you can take a good look at his big plump balls. They smell amazing, like everything about him. You wiggle your nose down into them, to shake them around side to side, and get even the last drop to shoot against the roof of your mouth.
Taeyong’s brain is melting down. It hurts him from overstimulation, but he never really wants this to stop. Unless you tell him to, or you’re cumming on his face. Which you do— and hard, and oozing. Into his lashes, dripping down his nose and nostrils, over his brows, across his cheekbones, his cupid lips, even the veiny neck. Taeyong can’t see anything. He’s killed by the heat and erratic riding-out moves that slowly descend, but he’s in paradise.
This guy is obsessed with your body. He needs it so bad, all the sensations, even if it overwhelms and fucks him up, and he can't think anymore, he loves you so much. That you spit out his semen to coat his dick a last time using your palms, you can hear him groan a final time until he goes dramatically limp. He’s hardly ever pushed himself to an orgasm like this.
„Gonna be a boring train journey,“ you postpone the encroaching fatigue for another few seconds, turn around from your position, and kiss Taeyong on his wet nose with his own cum on your lips. Spreading it out, admiring the masterpiece of his screwed-up makeup, and giving him a little laugh with a grimace you’re pulling.
EPILOGUE
The next morning, you woke up to a coded text from your boss. Taeyong was still fast asleep, barely making any breathing noise because his dozing was so peaceful. You had cleaned his face with a tissue during aftercare, and he was already half gone by the time you finished it up. The evening had turned him to a pile of jello, so his limbs were going all over the place, even hugging a pillow when he no longer registered you lying next to him.
You smiled, sat up, picked up a piece of paper to decipher the message — and the conversation proceeded.
boss: we’re getting ahead in romania
y: yes?
boss: the subject is caught
boss: andrei strago
boss: will report back to you with final details soon
boss: we have a good chance of tracking agent u’s abducted family
boss: they are still alive as per the pilot
y: good job
boss: all thanks to your team strategy
boss: and also
boss: i did find out who took my ammunition
y: do you believe it’s time to fire some people /now/
boss: already done
y: i don’t have to guess who
y: agent w has been stocking up our ammo in his office for fun right
boss: rather guess the new replacements. ten will be taking care of this mess when he returns
y: then the mess is as good as resolved
y: you just gotta know which project to hand to whom ;)
y: and by the way
y: i’d like to recommend our youngsters
y: yeji and hyuna
boss: you’re not the only one who thinks that way
- final note. thank you for reading this far! enjoyed the rollercoaster ride? 😄👀 reblogs and comments much appreciated as always <3 you can also >>> find this fic on ao3.
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Artifice - Hyuluka Oneshot
When Hyuna is coerced into accompanying her celebrity ex, Luka, to a lavish event, their troubled past and unresolved tensions resurface.
CW for an unhealthy relationship dynamic and manipulation!
For in depth tags, please check the AO3 upload. (Coming soon)
"Remind me why the hell I agreed to this?" Hyuna muttered under her breath, tugging at her too-short slip dress that clung tightly to every curve while simultaneously trying to adjust her thigh-highs, casting a glare at Luka across the limo. “… Send my compliments to your stylist for making me into a knock-off Barbie, and then tell ‘em to go play in traffic!”
Luka, of course, didn’t acknowledge her provocations. Nooooo, he was too busy prettying himself up, mascara wand poised. Figures.
Hyuna's frustration simmered as she watched him, his indifference stoking her anger.
Her eyes then fell once more on the infuriating list of 'rules' Luka had drafted for the evening. She had seen the paper before and thrown it away, but seeing that Luka went through the effort to print another one was enough to piss her off all over again. The neatly typed instructions on the crumpled paper seemed to mock her with their orderly bullets and condescending tone and Heperu’s letterhead.
“Now listen here, sweet cheeks, and listen good," she burst out, holding up the paper. “For the last time, I ain’t followin’ these rules, quit givin’ me more of these papers! You can shove ‘em right up your—“
"Please mind your language, Miss Hyuna,"
"Oh bite me! We all know I'm just arm candy, and it ain’t hard to stroke your ego for a few hours. Trust me. I’d know. So fuck off and lemme live a little! They're a joke.” She looked back down at the sheet with a scoff. “’Giggle, don’t laugh' - really? Who you tryin’ to turn me into?!”
God, the way they were arguing almost reminded her of old times. Back when he was her high-school sweetheart. Though, she was shocked he wasn’t being more argumentative toward her. By the end, Luka’s good moods were becoming rarer and rarer, and just being around him was like walking on eggshells. For a bit, Hyuna had made excuses for him — of course, with her temper, there was only so long until she was bound to explode.
Once she had blown up, the relationship was, of course, doomed. There was no recovery from the things she had said. They broke up over text. Yet, even though it was technically her fault, Luka leaving town soon after still wasn't just a minor plot twist; it was a full-on mindfuck. She'd catch herself getting all misty-eyed over their cheesy ice cream dates, where they'd crack up at the lamest jokes, or those beautiful nights in the deserted auditorium. Luka serenading her like she was the only girl in the world. Pity his dad slammed the brakes on that short-lived romantic gesture and forbade him from ever doing it again.
And then, after all that, Luka just had to go and get famous. Suddenly, his face was everywhere – magazines, billboards, you name it. Each time Hyuna saw that face, she reminded herself she should feel lucky to be rid of him, and that she had herself to thank for it.
But then, the tabloids started flaunting photos of Luka with his new girl of the month, and oh, did that grind her gears, even though Dewey and Isaac kept telling her it was nothing.
Was it jealousy? Boredom? Or maybe just an allergic reaction to being erased by some blond bombshell with a plastic smile? Whatever it was, hearing about each breakup was like savoring a fine wine; that was, until Luka had the nerve to show up at her door, needing a date for some swanky party after his newest beau gave him the middle finger.
Hyuna sank back into the velvet seat, her attention snapping back to the moment. Her fingers flirted with the edges of what was possibly the world's most irritating shawl, offering about as much modesty as a cocktail napkin. The silence was unbearably awkward; she had to fill it somehow.
“… A compliment wouldn’t kill ya, you know. Or is it too hard to admit you’re dazzled by all this?” With a teasing flourish, she let the shawl slip just a tad, winking and blowing a kiss for good measure.
Luka glanced up and quickly gave her a once-over, sighing in disappointment. “I would not say that. I feel like you should be more focused on having an amicable attitude rather than needlessly flirting.”
“Uh-huh. Yep, I’m totally flirting. Maybe if these heels weren't giving me so many damn blisters, I’d be in a better mood. But ‘till then, the only smiling I'll be doing is smiling through the pain. Now, pass the champagne, will ya?” She held out her hand.
Luka protectively moved the bottle away from her. “Please reference page four, line five of the contract. There is a clause stating that, should you be intoxicated or otherwise behave troublingly during the event, your payment will be voided and you will owe me three more dates as reparation.” He tried, in vain, to hide his smug little grin.
“There’s a what?!” Hyuna scrambled to pick the paper back up, and lo and behold; right there, in the tiniest font imaginable, was exactly what Luka had said. “Oh, you little—”
“Miss Hyuna.”
Hyuna forced herself to take a deep breath. ‘This shit is for Hyun-woo’, she reminded herself. ‘Do it for him.’
As cheesy as it was, her brother was the light of her life. For being an eleven-year-old boy, Hyun-woo was surprisingly sweet. Not at all like the assholes he went to school with, Hyuna had made sure of that much.
After she won sole custody of him, all of the expenses had fallen onto her shoulders: the bills, food, his allowance, and seemingly a million other things. Most of the time, she could make it work, even on her pathetic bartender’s paycheck.
But Christmas was a whole different kind of struggle. Living paycheck to paycheck meant there was never extra cash for Hyun-woo’s presents. The real sting was in the simplicity of his wishes – a DS game, a cheap Nerf gun, an outdated board game. That's all he wanted that year. Yet, no matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she saved, some unavoidable expense always reared its ugly head, draining away her meager savings. It seemed like there was no other way.
Finally, the limo pulled up to a grand mansion, its lights casting a cold glow over the entrance. Hyuna peered out the window, noticing two girls at the doorway: one in a suit with long pink hair, discreetly fiddling with a ring box in her pocket, and the other, with short black hair, clad in a white dress. At least some people were having a nice time.
“Well, ain't this just peachy," she muttered, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "A regular palace for Prince Charming and his temporary Cinderella."
Luka finally looked up, meeting her eyes. “Now that we're here, remember to smile and wave. It's all about appearances, isn't it?" He forced a smile himself as if to set an example, but it only soured her mood further. “Though, you are certainly at an advantage with how beautiful you are.”
“Too late for the compliment, buddy.” Hyuna rolled her eyes. “I'll smile and wave. Like I'm a damn parade float." She opened the limo door and stepped out, her heels clicking against the cobblestone driveway. The cold air hit her and made her wish, yet again, for a longer dress.
Luka, as if by magic, whipped out a plush white fur coat from the trunk and slung it over Hyuna's shoulders with a flourish. For a split second, she almost bought into it, the coat's luxurious softness tricking her into thinking he might actually care. Was he finally clued into how uncomfortable she was? To how exposed she felt? She let herself indulge in that thought, the tension in her shoulders easing off a notch as she grabbed his outstretched hand, her cheeks betraying a reluctant blush.
Then, wham. The scent hit her -– a blend of chrysanthemums and wilted roses, laced with bitter almonds. It was perfume, and definitely not her brand. That's when it clicked. This wasn't some chivalrous move; it was Luka’s version of peacocking, a display for the few nosy onlookers ogling at them. They were absolutely eating it up.
Hyuna’s grip on his hand turned from soft to vice-like, not out of romance, but so she didn’t facepalm right there and then.
How utterly 'Luka' to turn even a coat into a performance.
Hyuna shuddered, skin crawling under the perfumed fur. "Wow, so generous!” She whisper-yelled. “Real classy, Luka! Decking me out in a coat you lent to your last fling? What's the grand plan here, recycling her bling for me next?”
Luka tsked under his breath. "The one time I attempted kindness with you... How fascinating, though, that you care so much about what she did.”
They entered the glittering ballroom, all string quartets and designer outfits straight from the pages of Vogue. Hyuna sized up the crowd, mentally tagging each socialite with the most absurd names she could think of.
As Luka steered them towards the center, Hyuna operated on autopilot — a plastered smile, forced giggles at their pretentious bragging just as Luka asked. But, instinctively, she occasionally leaned over and muttered to Luka under her breath:
"You think that dude knows his fake tan is literally dripping down his arm?"
"Twenty bucks says that girl trips on her dress. God, it looks like she’s wearing a curtain…"
“Manners, darling.”
“It’s either I say it to you or I say it to their faces,” she hissed back.
‘Four hours.’, she chanted inwardly. Then sweet freedom and her even sweeter paycheck.
Hyuna continued to trail behind as Luka flitted from one circle of guests to the next. Her cheeks ached from keeping a smile while straining to laugh daintily at comments ranging from dull to outright crude and dehumanizing.
After the fifth round of banal small talk about vacation homes and polo tournaments, Hyuna found herself practically wilting into the plush fur coat. God, even the coat was getting on her nerves. Its cloying floral scent made her stomach turn, and she couldn't stop fidgeting with the garish ruffles lining the sleeves.
Luka suddenly clamped a firm hand on her wrist, stilling its motions. "Stop that. Honestly, your manners tonight..." He sighed, guiding her toward the dance floor where a few couples swayed lazily. "Just try to enjoy yourself a little?"
Luka drew Hyuna near, seemingly for a waltz. She opened her mouth to object, but reluctantly rested a hand on his shoulder, resisting the childish urge to stomp on his polished boots. As they began half-heartedly twirling, Hyuna felt remarkably disconnected — it was nothing like the way they used to dance — but it wasn’t long before a burst of coos and applause pulled her eyes toward the garden entrance. There stood the two girls from earlier, both with tears in her eyes. One had dropped to her knee, presenting a ring with trembling hands.
"Oh, would you look at that?" Luka smiled softly. "I suppose this manor would look awfully nice in the proposal pictures.”
Hyuna usually wasn’t a sucker for such cheesy moments. Still, she couldn't help but track the heartwarming scene over Luka's shoulder. A real proposal, she mused. No pretense or strings attached...
Hyuna started to turn around to watch, but everything was ruined by one uneven floor tile.
Mid-spin, her stiletto caught on it, sending her flailing backward. She crashed to the floor — thank God for Luka’s coat, or else it would’ve been even worse.
A horrified collective gasp echoed as every head swiveled her way, including the two girls. The applause and music ceased with a screech. In the excruciating silence, she felt hundreds of eyes boring into her, Luka’s especially. His grip closed on her arm, wrenching her upright with a sharp whisper. “What did I say about manners? You just ruined their entire proposal.”
Hyuna felt her cheeks burn red-hot, as guilt settled in the pit of her stomach. “Oh, yeah, ‘cause that was totally on purpose! Screw askin’ me if I’m okay, right?” She whispered back, wishing that Luka would just shut his mouth and try to cover for her.
"I cannot believe you've embarrassed me like this, after everything I've done." Luka's usual composure cracked, voice lowered to a harsh whisper. "The other guests can hardly look at me now. This appearance was crucial for my image, not to mention our agreement, and you..."
He trailed off, shaking his head. His fingers dug into the fur coat with white knuckles before he released her. When Luka raised his eyes to meet hers, he looked absolutely disgusted.
"Just get out of my sight. I need to salvage what remains of this wretched evening."
Hyuna weakly scoffed, then pulled herself free to sketch a barely passable curtsy to the crowd. “Sorry for the unplanned entertainment tonight,” she called out, trying to ignore the sobs. “As you were!” Ignoring the whispers echoing around her, she beelined away from Luka; anywhere but there was good enough for her.
Hyuna shoved through the murmuring crowd, cheeks burning under the weight of so many prying eyes. The stilettos clicked loudly against the tile floor as she muttered insults towards the gawkers blocking her escape. Just as the cool night air kissed her bare shoulders, a familiar voice called out.
"Heyyyyyy, Hyuna! Fancy seein' ya here!"
She whirled around, a biting retort poised on her lips. But there stood Dewey and Isaac, surprisingly dapper in their mismatched suits and shit-eating grins. Despite her overwhelming emotions, Hyuna couldn't restrain a hint of a smile. Leave it to these two knuckleheads to appear from thin air when she needed it most. Hyuna placed her hands on her hips, arching an eyebrow.
"What the hell are you guys doing here?" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "This ain't exactly an open-invitation party, geniuses."
Isaac rocked eagerly on his heels. "Oh it was easy peasy to sneak in the kitchen door while them fancy waiters were distracted. Plus, you mentioned you'd be ‘ere with, uh… Y’know, Mr. High-and-Mighty," he said, gesturing vaguely toward Luka's direction. “Wanted to see how it’d play out since he’s such an--”
Dewey quickly clamped a hand over Isaac's rambling mouth. "Can the chatter before we get tossed out!" He shot Hyuna a sheepish grin. "Just, uh, wanted to check in on ya. Make sure princey isn't being too much of a sleaze."
"A sleaze? Nah, try self-centered jackass," she replied, launching into a recap of the disastrous proposal scene. Dewey and Isaac's eyes grew wide as saucers.
"No way he blamed you for that!" Dewey scoffed. "What a prick."
Hyuna threw her hands up in exasperation. "Thank you! Guy drives me absolutely insane."
Isaac gave an enthusiastic nod and dove a hand into his suit pocket. "Yeah. Hey, uh, you guys tried the shrimp? I snatched a bunch when those waiter guys weren't lookin'." He held up a fistful of mangled cocktail shrimp, tails dangling limply.
“Dude, what is wrong with you?!” When Isaac raised the shrimp to his mouth, Hyuna swatted it out of his hand and onto the floor. “Rule one of stealing food! Bring a ziplock or tupperware!”
Isaac dejectedly stared down at the shrimp on the floor. “... I ran out of ziplocks.” His lip quivered like he was about to cry.
“Then buy more! You have a job!” Hyuna whisper-yelled, playfully hitting him in the shoulder. “Unless you got fired again!”
A prickling unease crept over Hyuna as she felt eyes boring into her back.
“Uh… girl? You might wanna turn around…” Dewey said, pointing behind her.
Luka was staring. His polished composure had vanished, replaced by clenched fists and an infuriated glare. Stalking over to her, his expression
"We need to talk. Now." Luka's grabbed tightly onto Hyuna's arm as he steered her away. She shot a helpless look back to Dewey and Isaac.
"Get your paws off me!" She shook out of his grasp. "You don't own me, Luka. I can talk to whoever I damn well please-"
Luka's bitter scoff cut her off as he took her wrist yet again. "Oh yes, cozying up to a pair of hoodlums should shine brilliantly in the gossip columns."
Finally, they reached an inconspicuous, plain door. Luka pushed it open, revealing a small, dimly lit linen closet. With a swift movement, he pulled her inside and shut the door behind them, plunging them into near darkness, the only light coming from the crack under the door. Hyuna bristled, backing herself away from him and towards the wall.
“Why are we here?! Someone definitely saw us come in here, and you know what they probably think we’re doin’ right now?! They prolly think--”
Luka leaned close, taking a deep breath. "This night was already disastrous enough without you flirting to make me jealous." He paused. "Go ahead, deny that's what you wanted."
“What are you talking about?! You literally told me to get away from you!” Hyuna's retort came out quieter than she intended as Luka’s hands found the curve of her waist, pulling her closer. The cold of his body against hers was so disgusting but oh so familiar, and Hyuna found herself melting into it. But she still felt his eyes on her, watching her every movement as he stared up at her from her chest.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Hyuna muttered.
Luka’s eyes finally closed, sighing softly. “Like what?”
“Like I’m something you own,” She finally found it in her to try pushing him away, and to his credit, his grip faltered. “You know damn well I hate when you get all possessive, ‘specially over Dewey and—”
“It’s not about them,” Luka cuts in sharply.
“Oh, please! They’re so gay for each other, you’d have to be blind not to—”
“That’s not the point, Hyuna!”
“Yeah, well, you’re choosing to be a dick about it!”
Before Hyuna could say anything more, his lips found hers in a kiss. Hyuna’s eyes widened. She didn’t kiss back, but she didn’t pull away either; for all she cared, he could kiss himself breathless.
Hyuna’s pulse raced as her heart, slowly but surely, began to betray her. She hated him, sure, but somewhere, buried under layers of hurt and pride, a fragment of what used to be lingered. This wasn’t about wanting him. It was about wanting what they used to have. She’d always been too stubborn to let go of things…
As his kiss deepened, Hyuna's resistance finally crumbled.
This was stupid.
She found herself responding with equal fervor, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The small space seemed to shrink further.
So stupid.
Hyuna closed her eyes, letting him close what little distance was left between them. But it didn’t feel close enough.
She hated herself for this.
Breaking the kiss, Luka’s breath was ragged against her lips. “This is the end for us, isn’t it?” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Instead of answering, she reached down, pulling him back up to her, their lips meeting yet again. This wasn’t just about pretenses or contracts. This was something raw, something real that wasn’t supposed to happen.
What felt like an eternity passed between them before she pulled away, a sad, sardonic smile playing on her lips.
Thank God the room was dark, or else Luka might’ve seen the angry tears clouding her vision.
"... ‘course, you had to start tryin’ to be sweet at the worst time.”
Luka looked at her, a hint of frustration in his eyes. "This isn't about timing, Miss Hyuna. This is about…"
"About what? Us?" Hyuna cut him off, sidestepping further into the shadows of the closet. "There is no 'us', remember? We're just a couple of fucked-up people who can't seem to stay away from each other, even after years." She crossed her arms, her heart racing. "I ain’t doin’ this anymore. That kiss? That was it. Now, are we gonna be adults about it and end this for good, or are you gonna keep bein’ in denial?"
"I wish it were that simple."
Hyuna let out a short, mirthless laugh. "Right, ‘cause everything's gotta be complicated with you. Newsflash, Luka, it doesn't have to be. We make it complicated. Mostly you. This was all supposed to be fake, but nope, you took me into a closet and started makin’ out with me.”
For a moment, Luka was silent. Then, with a sigh, he stepped back, his shoulders slumping slightly. "I suppose it's time we face reality. This... whatever it is, between us, it's not healthy."
The words, though expected, stung Hyuna more than she cared to admit. She should’ve been grateful that he didn’t keep fighting it, but nope. Her heart was sinking. But she nodded, her own resolve steeling. "Yep. It’s time.”
Luka reached out, his hand trembling with unspoken words. “Hyuna, I—”
“Don’t,” she interrupted sharply. “Just don’t. Spare us the dramatics.”
There was a pause, heavy and laden, as Luka seemed to process the information. Then, like a scene from a worn-out play, his charm slid back into place, smooth and unnervingly familiar. It was like he became an entirely new person in a matter of seconds, and Hyuna bristled.
“On second thought… Darling, you’re seeing this all wrong,” he said. “We’re a match made in heaven, you and I.”
Hyuna’s attempt to step back was futile; Luka’s grasp was firm yet gentle. “Luka, cut the crap. I know what you’re doin’.”
“But think of what we’ve shared. Our dates, the outings, me holding you when you cry.”
“And the fights? The tears? The screaming matches in the school janitor's closet? Dammit Luka, you were the reason I was crying!” Hyuna countered, her voice wavering.
“Hyuna, darling, that’s how relationships work. We bicker, yes, but we never fail to come back together…”
“You left,” Hyuna snapped. A knot of anger and hurt tightened in her chest. His words were half-truths and blatant manipulation, and yet she still began to feel swayed.
“You know very well that was my Father’s decision for my career and not my own.”
“But did ya fight back?! Probably not, ‘cause since when do you think for yourself?”
Luka lowered his voice, clearly giving up. “... Aside from that, who understands you as I do?” Luka’s voice was soft, almost persuasive, his words carefully chosen. “We’re inevitable, Hyuna. Stay with me, and your brother’s future is secure. That’s a promise only I can make.”
“You… really?” Her resolve wavered further. Luka was stupid rich; if he wanted to, he could pay for her brother’s college education. She’d never have to worry about paying for his gifts ever again. Luka was right. This was a promise only he could make.
“You’re so damn impossible,” she muttered, caught in the tempest of his gaze. Reluctantly, she found herself drawn into his embrace, their lips meeting in a bitter kiss of surrender.
Was it really so wrong to fall back into this cycle? To choose the devil she at least knew over uncertainty?
As their kiss deepened, her doubts seemed to dissolve into the heat of the moment.
#alien stage#alien stage hyuna#alien stage luka#fanfic#oneshot#hyuluka#alien stage hyuluka#divider credit; cafekitsune#no beta we die like sua
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220화
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탑에 갇힌 왕 (1)
Tower-Bound King (1)
It looked as though a typhoon had just swept through.
There wasn’t a single person that had managed to escape unscathed. The same went for those with the flight Skills. Because the broadcasting equipment had been thoroughly secured beforehand, things had turned out well in the end, but the feed might’ve been cut otherwise.
“Ahjussi, you got a good look at the way I clearly won, right?”
Yerimie said, flying over to us once she was back on the ground.
“Yes, you were spectacular! You avoided using your Skill on purpose?”
The latter part, I asked in a lowered voice. Quickly picking up on the cue, Yerimie nodded her head.
“If I’d used that, too, it would’ve been over too easily. It seemed like a waste, when I had both the seaside, and an S-rank Hunter as an opponent.”
Yerimie returned in a similarly lowered voice. Then again, there really wouldn’t be very many opportunities where she could practice her Skills as much as she wanted against another S-ranked Hunter. And on a perfectly tailored stage to go all-out, like this. There were oceanic environments inside Dungeons as well, but nowadays, the Dungeons… really didn’t seem stable enough for that. Since, if another error occurred, a high-rank monster might pop out right after your mana reached rock-bottom.
“Master of Water-nim, congrats on your win!”
Moon Hyuna said teasingly, and Yerimie burst into giggles. She—as well as Sung Hyunjae, who had approached with her—were soaked through. Myungwoo and Noah were in a similar state. It was a good thing that the weather was on the hotter side, at least, since if it had been late fall or so, then colds… wouldn’t have affected anyone but me. Since everyone else was inordinately hardy.
“Shishio-nim!”
Just then, from over there, Gakuto’s bellowing voice could be heard. When I turned my head to look, wondering what was happening, Gakuto was kneeling in front of mister Lion King. The Lion King was soaked too, huh. Maybe it’d been swept away by the water, because his beard was nowhere to be seen.
“This Iwahata Gakuto, for the sin of having betrayed Shishio-nim’s trust! Will make amends with my life!”
The fuck. Like anyone would be crazy enough to kill a precious S-rank Hunter over a matter as slight as this. They may have been foreigners, but the esteem of S-rank Hunters was indisputable.
“Iwahata Gakuto.”
Mister Lion King spoke solemnly. It was like I was watching a play.
“Winning or losing is of little consequence; such things can happen on the battlefield(1). Have I not proclaimed, that even if you were to lose your comrades and be forced to use a gate stone—so long as your life is preserved, the Dungeon can be attacked once more. For as long as you hold breath, an opportunity to redeem oneself from disgrace will be granted. As it is thus, commit the span of time you would grieve your defeat, to reproving and honing yourself instead.”
“My thanks! Shishio-nim!”
Gakuto shouted, his head shoved nearly level with the ground. It’s, he wasn’t wrong, but it did make me prickle with goosebumps. Saying that being able to return alive was more important, mister Lion King definitely did seem like an improvement over the Japanese government, though.
Seeing the Amaterasu guild members around me make deeply moved expressions, I wanted to quietly take my leave. Or was it that I should clap, or something.
“...let’s return quickly and wash up.”
Because it was seawater, it was a bit objectionable. In any case, it felt as though I’d spent at least half of every day submerged in water since I’d landed in Japan.
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After returning to our lodgings and showering, I checked on the ambiance of the broadcasts airing in both countries. Korea still seemed to be in a celebratory mood. Along with re-run clips of the fight, they were showing the citizens’ reactions as well.
[ Yes! That, right there, is the scene! The Izu peninsula, being swept away with just one gesture from Hunter Bak Yerim! Now this is what you would call an appearance befitting of one who holds the title of ‘Master of Water’! ]
[ Woah-oh-hoh, no matter how many times I see it, only exclamations of awe come out! How extreme~ly cathartic! ]
‘It seems like Yerimie’ll be busy for a while.’
All sorts of requests would probably pile up. The PR team at Haeyeon were likely trying to put out the fires on their phone lines at the moment. It might be troublesome, but if you handled these sorts of situations well for a brief bit, they returned dividends on investments.
On the other hand, the Japanese broadcasts were playing up a different angle following the defeat. Several times, they emphasized how the match being set near the sea had been too big of a disadvantage, and noted that the Black Forest Dungeon’s monsters were fairly low in value without a rearing Skill, which made for a non-significant loss.
[ That the first international S-rank Hunter match took place owing to Japan’s leadership, and opened on Japanese ground, is a meaningful outcome in itself. ]
[ Yes, yes. I do opine that Amaterasu Guild’s influence and ability were clearly demonstrated, as a result. ]
Ah, of course. Please do enjoy at least this small moment, while it lasts. Since it’ll become a funeral hall once word of the stamina potion gets out. If only because I was curious about what kind of justification they’d have to use for their mental gymnastics, I’d have to catch the Japanese broadcasts.
“Hunter Han Yoohyun-nim, Director Han-nim.”
While we were in the living room, eating tea cakes and watching TV with Peace squeezed alongside us, an Amaterasu guild member came calling.
“Shishio-nim would like to speak with you, regarding the care of the Black Bull Forest Dungeon.”
Since it was still being considered a Dungeon that was none too big of a loss, it didn’t seem like he’d be trying to renege on things now, so was it because of the Items. The loss of the Thunderbird’s Attire would be several times more regrettable than the Dungeon’s. When I made to enter my room to change my clothes, the guild member informed me that it would be fine to show up casually.
With Yoohyunie, we set off after the Amaterasu guild member. The location we were escorted to was a building attached to one side, like an in-law suite. Sitting on the spacious drawing room sofa was Shishio, and another man I’d never seen before.
“I am Sato Kiyoshi.”
He introduced himself as the Amaterasu Guild Leader’s advisor. He looked very young, to be acting in the capacity of a counselor. Only about his early forties, or so? Though the ones who worked in Hunter guilds tended to be on the younger side, since it was better to have someone who was well informed on Dungeon-related matters, with additional raid experience if you could help it.
“First, I will congratulate you on Hunter Bak Yerim’s victory. It was a clean loss on our part. Hunter Bak Yerim’s ability is most outstanding indeed.”
Shishio said, spreading his hands.
“The Dungeon, I will hand off without regrets as well. The issue lies with the Thunderbird’s Attire.”
“The original intent was to announce it was given as a gift to Haeyeon in a conciliatory gesture, following the transfer of the slime Dungeon after Hunter Iwahata Gakuto’s win.”
Kiyoshi said. They would’ve collected the slime Dungeon while making a show over it, and perhaps would’ve used it as leverage to try and pressure us about the matters related to the horned flame lion Dungeon. Since we gifted you a piece of SS-rank gear, despite winning the slime Dungeon in a fair-and-square match, surely you should fork over at least a horned flame lion baby as a goodwill gesture, was probably how they would’ve come out.
But we’d won. And since we’d already received the Attire, with the illicit agreement having drawn its conclusion, we could simply wash our hands of everything. But then, it’d become a bit bothersome to openly make use of the Attire. Since many people were already aware that the Thunderbird’s Attire had been in the Amaterasu Guild’s possession, if they were to start coming out with something like what’s your relationship with Japan, that would become troublesome.
‘In the end, having the Amaterasu Guild clearly announce that it was gifted to us would be the better option.’
Having to fork over the Dungeon, as well as a piece of SS-rank gear. This would really make him seem like a pushover, but.
“Since things have turned out this way, why not simply present it as a commemorative gift? Amaterasu is the top guild of Japan, you claimed. You would be announcing to the world just how much you can afford, how deep your pockets can go. It may have been labeled a Korea versus Japan matchup, but as the first officially broadcasted S-rank Hunter match, the world over will be watching to see how things turn out. Then, the day the Haeyeon Guild Leader sets foot back in Korea, he’ll appear with the Thunderbird’s Attire draped across his shoulders and reveal that the Amaterasu Guild Leader had gone to the extent of gifting an SS-rank piece of equipment. Not even S-rank, but SS-rank, just like that, an incredible generosity that knows no bounds!”
He was an incredible pushover.
“Hoh.”
Shishio made a contemplative expression. That’s right, you re-ally enjoy putting on a production, don’t you.
“To think that he would be this generous, it’s naturally befitting of the Lion King! Would not the boldness of presenting an additional gift, despite having lost the Dungeon in battle, indeed be a gesture reminiscent of ones made by heroes of ancient times. Rather than becoming grieved at having to give one thing away, you instead graciously offer yet another—that kind of magnanimous, benevolent heart would be something the populace could truly revere.”
I’d just tossed out anything that might stick, but the Lion King was smiling in a pleased fashion. It was nice that he was so simple.
“Of course, I possess a great deal of generosity and wealth both. This meeting certainly wasn’t called just because we feel regretful about having to give up a piece of SS-rank equipment!”
“But of course. I assumed that would be the case.”
“But to hand over an SS-rank piece of equipment, without any sort of recompense……”
That Kiyoshi guy tactlessly interjected. He might’ve just been doing his job, but both myself and Shishio wore faces that indicated he’d ruined the mood. Even so, Kiyoshi determinedly forged ahead.
“At the very least, that is to say, even if as an unofficial exchange, a remuneration of some kind should be in order… wouldn’t you say.”
You have it rough too, huh. Well, since if we came on too strong here, even the theatrics-loving mister Lion King might start to feel adverse to it.
“Ah, well, receiving too many things for free would leave us feeling somewhat troubled. Haeyeon’s Guild Leader-nim.”
I turned to Yoohyunie, who was sitting beside me, and spoke.
“How would you feel about extending an offer for priority in the first choice of a new baby horned flame lion, in repayment for the favor that the Amaterasu Guild Leader has shown us.”
“Priori, ty?”
Looking to me, Yoohyunie awkwardly stumbled through the formal language(3). It was fine if you lowered your speech, though.
“Yes. To be precise, the right to be the first to negotiate. There are an immeasurable number of guilds in the world who would covet a young S-rank magical beast, and the battle over it is sure to be fierce. In fact, as Amaterasu’s Guild Leader does not possess a fire-type Skill, without sufficient rationale, the likelihood that he will be pushed out of the runnings is fairly high. Therefore, the offer of priority would not be found lacking as recompense.”
When I asked him how he felt about it, still looking stiff, Yoohyunie nodded his head.
“It should be, as Director Han-nim’s said.”
Though it’d be fine for you to just speak informally, like that Lion King guy. At any rate, with Haeyeon’s Guild Leader-nim in agreement, I turned to face forward again.
“As a bonus, even from us at the rearing facility, I will provide priority in caregiving as well. You’ve certainly heard of the way all the foreign guilds have lined up out the door by now, correct? Since Amaterasu Guild is lavishing us with so much, well, it makes me want to help out in this and that sort of way as well, I suppose. The capriciousness of a human heart, really.”
See, we’re being very considerate towards you. Of course, we’d make sure to collect everything we were due, and it basically amounted to putting on a charade. When a baby horned flame lion would appear—if one would even appear—was uncertain to begin with.
Despite all that, Shishio wore an extremely satisfied expression. Beside him, apparently quicker on the uptake with better noonchi(3), Kiyoshi had a deeply shadowed face.
“Then it’s decided! It will be thus! In fact, we’ll make the announcement straight away!”
That was even better.
“We were hoping to enter the Black Ox’s Forest Dungeon right away tomorrow for inspection, would that be possible?”
Shishio easily agreed to order the arrangements be made. However, he cautioned that a proper raid might not be possible, as not long had passed since it’d finished being reset.
If you went in too quickly after a Dungeon reset, occasionally a boss monster would fail to appear, rendering the raid impossible. An exit Gate would appear once all the regular monsters were eliminated, but the raid instance would fail to complete. Therefore, in order to avoid expending unnecessary manpower, Dungeons that were A-rank or so would be given a grace period of a week after reset before another raid would be conducted.
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After sorting out the mundane details, we reemerged outside. Returning to the guest room, I spoke to Yoohyunie in a lowered voice.
“After we get back from the Dungeon, you can do as you want. Since he said he’d announce the Attire’s status as a gift immediately, there’s nothing to be worried about.”
“Even then, we’d still be fighting right after we’ve received the gift—will it be alright?”
“We just need to do a good job of baiting mister Lion King into biting. He’s not exactly the type to shy away. And we can always hold it privately. This place has a lot of islands, right? We can just use a deserted island that seems abandoned enough. Instead of being given priority to negotiate for a baby horned flame lion, frame it as certainty in the choice, for the bait. Yeah, let’s say that we felt too badly about just accepting the Attire, and suggest a light bout between the two of you with that as the reward, in recompense.”
“Mhn.”
Answering, Yoohyunie smiled. He seemed to be looking forward to it already, from his expression. What would we be able to get this time. Was there an S-rank weapon. Or something like an S-rank overcoat that would fit Yerimie.
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“Be careful, going and coming back.”
Myungwoo said, holding both Chirpie and Velare. It had been decided that, apart from Myungwoo, the rest of our company would be going into the A-rank Dungeon, the Black Ox’s Forest, together. At first, we’d been planning to leave at least one or two people with Myungwoo at the hotel; but Myungwoo had turned it down, saying that it would actually become a hindrance to have others with him in case of an emergency.
Something about it being unlikely that he would come to harm, and that being alone put him more at ease, since he could escape to the Forge at any time. Since dividing our team in two meant that the Japanese S-rank Hunters would outnumber us, moving together really was the better option.
“Be careful of Velare’s poison. Then, I’ll be leaving them in your care.”
“There are antidotes included among the poison-resistance equipment, so don’t worry.”
Saying that, since poison was weak to fire, he could call on Ismoire for help in a pinch, Myungwoo lifted his arm to show Velare wrapped around his wrist. Chirpie let out a cheep, and lifted one of its wings as well.
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The Black Ox’s Forest Dungeon was about a three hours’ distance away from Tokyo by helicopter. Escorted by an Amaterasu guild member, we entered the Dungeon building.
“Please be careful while we’re separated in the forest halfway. You for sure, Yoohyunie, and Sung Hyunjae-ssi, you cannot use your Skill as well. Since everything might burn up with one slip.”
“Got it.”
“I shall bear that in mind.”
The Dungeon raid itself didn’t look like it would take long. How many S-rank Hunters did we even have. Even a fly probably couldn’t have approached my vicinity, but I still set Eunhae to about A-rank level before stepping inside the Gate.
Along with a thick, earthy scent, a forest spread out in front of my eyes. Just when, as though telling me to ride, Peace had sized up and nosed his way to my side.
The space distorted. Before I could even react, my surroundings shifted as though everything around me was melting away, and my vision went dark.
‘What is this!’
Taken aback and without knowing what to do, I fumbled around the area around me for a moment, before my sight cleared up again. What came into view wasn’t a dense forest, but a vast, empty, room-like space.
There, everyone except for me, including Peace, were sprawled unconscious on the floor. For a moment, my heart dropped. The fear resistance message popped up in front of my eyes.
“Yoohyun-ah!”
I half-ran, half-stumbled over and all but fell next to my dongsaeng. Thankfully, he was still breathing. His heart was still beating.
“Yoohyun-ah, are you alright? Try to wake up!”
It didn’t seem like anything was wrong with his body, in particular. He just seemed like he was sleeping, but he didn’t show any signs of waking. After thoroughly checking over his condition another time, I checked on the other people as well. Yerimie, Noah, Moon Hyuna, and Peace—they all seemed like they’d just fallen asleep. Their coloring was unchanged, and they were breathing well enough too.
And Sung Hyunjae, too.
“...how unfamiliar.”
Seeing him stretched out in sleep felt awkward. He was actually unconscious, right?
“Look here, Seseung’s Guild Leader-nim.”
I furtively tapped the side of his face, but he didn’t so much as twitch. He really was irritatingly good looking. Even when I pinched his cheek and pulled on it, he didn’t move at all.
“Oi, Hyunjae-ssi, Hyunjae hyung, Hyunjae-yah, Hyunjae bastard.”
It really did look like he was out cold. Now, what should I do. Should I at least try using a potion, or should I just wait for them to wake up. While I was contemplating.
“Honey!”
A youthful, unfamiliar voice rang out.
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(1) 병가지상사(兵家之常事)
(2) 이즈 반도(伊豆半島)
(3) v much a situation where yh is trying his best to be on good behavior in front of hyung, so he’s reading the 눈치 of the situation/yj’s state (emotional+body language) to take cues on what he *thinks* he should be doing.
“우선권을, 요?”
유현이가 내 눈치를 살피며 어설프게 경어를 썼다.
in this context, ‘내 눈치를 살피며’ means that yh is carefully choosing his words while watching how yj reacts to see if he’s chosen ‘correctly,’ (and awkwardly attempting to use honorifics simultaneously (‘-며 어설프게 경어를 썼다’), which is why the ‘-yo’ is hastily tacked on at the end). yh is also being v passive in this scene, letting yj take the lead in negotiations, though ostensibly the negotiation is over haeyeon’s resources.
(4) 경어 敬語 → honorifics, bc yh is switching from intimate informal language to polite formal while replying, in deference to the ‘lead’ he thought yj was taking when yj addressed yh ‘formally’ as haeyeon’s guild leader. considering yh’s been speaking informally the whole time he’s been in japan until now, def stands out as something he’s doing intentionally, for brownie points. that’s why yj notes that ‘[yh] doesn’t have to do that,’ bc yh does have the social status to continue to talk informally with yj in this ‘casual enough’ setting (like shishio is doing), even if yj is speaking ‘up’ to him in public (but prob equally bc he believes yh shouldn’t have to talk to him formally, period). otherwise, typically yj → yh (해라체), yh → yj (해체), which is what they immediately swap back to once outside the room
+ch title is ‘탑에 갇힌 왕’ → ‘[The] King Locked(Trapped) In [A] Tower’; i actually needed it to be ‘five words(syllables)’ for reasons that will be revealed soon, but ultimately it’s meant to be read as a moniker, hence the decision to ultimately use ‘tower-bound king.’ just know that’s the reason when the ‘five words’ part comes up, since it is meant to correspond w the ch titles for the arc
room dialogue:
yj → shishio, polite formal; → yh, polite formal; → kiyoshi, polite informal
yh → yj, polite formal
kiyoshi → polite formal
shishio → 하게체 (neutral, medium formality; way of speaking used only among older generation, though his sentence structures differ from shj’s due to differences in speaking pattern), 해라체 (informal casual)
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cynics; jns
part v
masterlist
words; 4.7k
genre; angst
warnings; gross description of feces, graphic descriptions gore, mentions of non-con elements (not with johnny or mc), mentions of disturbing bullying, self-deprecating thoughts, let me know if I missed anything
preface; The whole Dream thing is a coincidence... not a reference. Should be 2-3 parts left now. Just an additional warning that this will not be an easy read. Even without the gore and shit, it's just a bit depressing lol. Also I hope that people don't hate mc-
Johnny was rigid with horror as he stared down at the feces in the toilet bowl.
"This is- you can't!" Johnny blubbers through tears as Hyojong grips him firmly by his hair. His fingers are laced so tightly within his locks that he can hear a slight ripping sound. Johnny shudders, pleading with the boy pathetically.
"Those should be happy tears." Hyojong rubs harshly at Johnny's cheek, "I could be stomping your brains into the pavement. Be happy I'm not." Hyojong pulls his head back so far that he feels a sharp pain in his spine. Johnny cries out.
"I-I'm sorry! I won't do it again! I promise!"
"You should've thought about that before you put your hands on my girlfriend."
The smell...
Johnny still remembers it vividly to this day. For about a month, he threw up at the thought of the incident. That was the day that solidified Johnny's fear of Kim Hyojong. Even after said incident, thinking about how all of that transpired still made Johnny burn with rage. Hyuna had forced you to follow her around like her pet. Johnny tried to snap you out of it but you were so happy to fit in. He couldn't get you to tell him exactly what happened, but he walked in on Hyuna fuming about something. Her kicking you in the stomach over and over. She must have been doing it for a while since when Johnny walked in, you coughed up blood. In a fit of rage, Johnny shoved Hyuna onto the floor and ran to your side.
It would be a very long time before Johnny could forget about those two, if he ever would. Still, he hadn't had nightmares about them since sophomore year. He had no clue why they were back, but he decided to blame it on your interaction. Everything that happened yesterday didn't sit well with Johnny. After you accused him of being worse than Hyojong and Hyuna, the two people that abused you physically, mentally, and emotionally, he was already in the wrong mindset. Then he had to deal with YangYang and his dubious motives. Johnny even waited by your door until every single person funneled out of your house. It was hard to find an excuse, not that he was proud of feeling like he needed one.
The way Mark looked at Johnny before he left made Johnny feel sick.
"You didn't, did you?" He asked quietly, the fact that he even had to ask filled him with dismay.
The words sat in Johnny's stomach like a brick. He'd like to think the shock from Mark's words was the reason he hesitated to deny that he took advantage of your vulnerable state. So bad, he wanted to. But deep down in the depths of his soul was a sordid, merciless, and demanding voice.
Sacrifice it plead. Or risk regression.
"No. How could you even ask me that?" Johnny shouted, trying to block out those thoughts.
Maybe the nightmares were a reminder. A reminder of what he sacrificed you for to escape.
-
How pathetic were you? You let them into your home, almost let YangYang have his way with you, and then Johnny? You wanted Johnny to feel pain so he could know what he put you through, but your stupid fucking heart was resentful. Over what? You refused to give it the time of day. You were already fucked up as it is.
"Did something happen? Did you talk to Taeyong?" Jisoo questions, growing impatient with your lack of urgency.
"Soo, I have it under control, I promise." You didn't mean for the exasperation to seep through in your voice. Before you could apologize she was shooting up from your couch.
"I'm not an idiot! Something happened, meaning you clearly don't have it under control!" Jisoo balls her fists, eyes sharp as she stares at you. It was beyond stressful for Jisoo to see you like this. You haven't spoken to her or Jungwoo in a week, you look like you've barely slept, and your house is a mess.
"If you truly think I'm not okay then why are you screaming at me right now?" You stand up as well, matching her volume.
"I just want you to talk to me about this! It's literally what I'm here for! I-" Jisoo cuts herself off with a defeated sigh. "I'm so worried about you I don't know what to do with myself. I'm so scared that they're gonna do something to you-"
"Oh please. They won't actually do anything other than talk shit." You say dismissively, waving your hand as a visual representation of how baseless you thought her claims were.
"Are we talking about the same people here? The same people who made you run to us sobbing because they were so awful? They put you through hell, and you're standing there trying to convince me they're harmless?"
Her words make you pause. You never considered how pathetic you must've looked to Jisoo and Jungwoo. "What, were you annoyed you had to help your friend through a hard time?" You ask, caution evident on your face despite how sturdy you tried to appear.
"We were annoyed at your carelessness." It wasn't easy for Jisoo to admit and it was even harder for you to swallow. "One day you'd be torn up over the horrible things they say to you and the next you'd happily show us a picture you took with them. As if nothing ever happened."
Embarrassed was one way to put it, but ashamed was more apt. Your crumbling confidence didn't deter Jisoo from adding salt to the wound.
"Think about it. We were just building you up so they could topple you over again like it was nothing. It was exhausting, ___." Jisoo's shoulder drop with a sigh. She didn't want to hurt you, but she couldn't deny how freeing it was to get that off her chest. You stand there, rigid as you contemplate how to respond.
"I'm gonna go, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I think you need to be alone for a while, including Taeyong and Mark. Everything happening all at once has to be overwhelming."
Jisoo reluctantly turns to leave. She wants to stay with you and keep you company so she won't have to worry about those imbeciles taking advantage of you, but there's no doubt in her mind that you aren't very fond of her right now. A hurt smile stretches and distorts your features as your next words get caught in your throat.
"You think you know what's best for me? You must think you know everything, little miss perfect- hey!" Jisoo stares blankly at you as you chase after her, closing the door in your face. Her expression says it all. She wasn't affected by your words because of your pathetic state. What could a damaged, sad idiot like you say that was actually significant? You, the person whose only source of dick was a taken man who pitied her. Only friends were people who looked down on her or saw her as a nuisance. An undesirable chore.
All you needed was half an hour with Jungwoo to make you feel better. You weren't even going against Jisoo's advice to spite her. You might even take it, but all you need is for Jungwoo to sneak over and help distract you even for a little while.
Jungwoo: ___... I can't.
Jungwoo: I'll call you when I'm not so busy, yeah?
The dark thoughts jabbing at you for the past week were cackling. Splitting their sides as they pointed and mocked you. An undesirable chore.
Though you wouldn't dare bring those thoughts to the forefront or god forbid speak them out loud, a stubborn part of you was screaming 'Fuck Jisoo's advice'. When Mark came over the next day, you let him in without hesitation. The two of you played video games while you listened to him rant. About the boys.
"Nayeon constantly being around is bad enough. Don't get me wrong, she was pretty cool at first, but even she became unbearable around the other guys. They're just so negative all the time. Ugh! Now listen to me, whining like a little baby."
Jisoo had no clue what she was talking about. This was a great idea.
"You're not, I understand exactly what you mean."
"And god forbid I speak for a second. They're constantly mocking me. Or even worse, biting my head off for interrupting their perv time. I looked over and Doyoung, Lucas, and YangYang were looking at pictures of naked girls. Doyoung even got a boner." Mark's face twists in disgust as his eyes flicker around your TV screen. "I just can't fight this feeling that they're up to no good. Planning something bad. Do me a favor and be careful around them. Especially Johnny."
Your eyes tear away from the game to gawk at Mark who kept his eyes trained on the TV. "Especially Johnny?"
Mark sighs, searching for the words to express his concerns. "He was getting better after the incident-that-shall-not-be-named... but I don't know." He looks troubled, all the fire snuffed out at the thought of the person he was closest to being malicious. "I-I just get this feeling."
Watching him, you couldn't stop feeling the deja vu. His passionate drive to protect you. A drive that only faltered when he thought about something that deeply worried him. It was all too familiar.
"I'll be careful, I promise."
Mark cheers when he wins after continuing to fight your defenseless character. He sets the controller down before raising his pinky toward you. "Pinky promise?"
You both smile as you wrap your pinky around his, pressing the pads of your thumbs together.
"Good, because I really want you to come to my friend's party. He's cool with YangYang, so all of them are probably coming. I was so bummed about you possibly not coming, but as long as you're aware of how creepy those four are acting, it should be fine." Mark sounds like he's convincing himself as he unlatched from your pinky.
A party couldn't hurt. You'd probably just drink and talk to Mark the whole time anyway. Jisoo would be fuming if she knew you accepted his invitation.
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The cracked door window. The nightmares. His fucking pansies. Now this. His friends were over again, loud and obnoxious as he swept up the debris of his shattered air conditioner. His living room was as hot as sin, only adding to his sour mood.
"Renjun's a really popular streamer, so a lot of famous creators will be there." YangYang raises his eyebrows with a silent implication. Lucas and Doyoung look up from their phones.
"D'you think that Naeun will be there?" Doyoung says quietly, leaning toward the other two.
"Who cares. She's so stuck up. The only games she plays are stupid. She's just there to nab a quick buck from sad saps stupid enough to fall for her schemes." Lucas spat, slouching further down on Johnny's couch.
"Aw, did she reject you, bro?" YangYang laughs as he nudges Lucas with his elbow.
"Who fucking cares. Is Johnny's girl coming or no?"
When Johnny looks up from the mess at the sound of his name, the three stooges were staring expectantly at him. "I dunno. She's not my girl."
"Who ___? She's coming. Little tiger invited her." Mark's eyes blow wide as Nayeon ruffles his hair.
"I-I don't know actually. She just texted me today saying she might have to cancel, so I wouldn't bet on it."
Johnny couldn't tell that Mark was lying, so he had the displeasure of feeling the hope draining from his chest.
"Bummer." YangYang mutters.
"Why? I thought you hated her?" Nayeon asked in genuine confusion.
"I dunno. I guess I might be warming up to her." YangYang shrugged with a smirk. Johnny didn't miss the way his eyes quickly flitted in his direction.
Whatever got into YangYang was a mystery, but it made him more antagonistic toward Johnny. He didn't have the energy for whatever he was up to. Everyone was always at his house and things keep going wrong. Now he has to worry about YangYang and his games.
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"I didn't think you'd come since your girlfriend wasn't coming." YangYang approached Johnny from behind, muttering into his ear. Johnny rolls his eyes. He was already getting a headache from the loud music and the strong drink in his hand.
"My girlfriend? You're the one getting weirdly close to her."
"Weirdly? Aw, is little Johnny jealous?" YangYang's hands shaking Johnny's shoulders drew him ever so close to burning with rage.
"YangYang I'm not in the mood." He spat, shrugging his hands off. The shorter male gasps as he turns toward the door.
"You're gonna be in a minute." He turns Johnny's head toward the front door with hands on either side of it.
Before Johnny could blow a fuse, his eyes landed on you. You look as stunning as you could underneath the obvious distress. Eyes sporting dark circles that no amount of concealer could hide. Still, the long-sleeved black dress you were wearing hugged your body nicely. It had a bit of lace lining your collar and the end of the skirt. How could he possibly miss the slit on your left leg that your upper thigh peeked through?
You were always so stylish, so it wasn't unusual to see how well you paired jewelry with your look. It's been a while since Johnny saw you dressed up like this.
"Go ahead. Go talk to her."
Johnny ripped his head out of YangYang's grasp. "No. Why would I?"
"Fine. Then I will." He pushes past him, in hot pursuit of you. He was walking too fast for Johnny to stop him without yelling across the room. Johnny had to do something. He started making his way toward you, but to his surprise, you were walking past YangYang in Johnny's direction.
Johnny opens his mouth to greet you but you breeze right past him. He tightens his grip on his drink.
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"Hey! Guys, this is ___." Mark beams when he sees you, sporting freshly dyed blue hair. You wave at each of the six boys standing around him. You recognized all of them from Mark's streams. They called themselves the Dreamies and were gaining popularity fast. It was kind of intimidating to be in their presence. Them being potential Twitch celebrities and all.
"It's nice to finally see you in person." Renjun pushes forward and extends his hand toward you. You accept his hand with a smile. Jisoo was wrong again. This was going to be great.
The sheer number of boys bickering and cracking jokes was daunting at first, but by the time you migrated to Renjun's couch, everything felt a little more natural.
"Let's ask the expert then, shall we?" Jaemin theatrically proposes, gesturing at you. You sit up, always up for talking about your favorite game. "Who is the best at being a survivor?" All of the boys look at you hopefully before they start chaotically pleading their case.
"I have never gotten hooked twice in my life!" Jeno announces.
"That's because your builds are toxic. I can run laps around any killer without crazy perks." Renjun explains.
"We've all seen how bad you are at looping. Let's not be silly, now." Jaemin condescends. "It's obviously me."
They begin to argue with each other about their strengths and weaknesses before you stop them with a loud 'Hey!'.
"From what I've seen on Mark's streams, Jeno is the best survivor."
Jeno smiles triumphantly as the boys all groan in protest. You get nervous for a moment. This is usually when people try to convince you that you don't know what you're talking about, despite being one of the best players in the country. It's very seldom that other streamers give you props instead of trying to tear you down to make themselves feel better.
"___... don't tell me you're about to defend toxic builds." Jaemin pinches his nose bridge.
"Never. But Jeno is very calculated. It's very interesting to watch him examine his surroundings and plan for the killer's arrival. I was shocked to find out he doesn't play often." You explain, trying to convince them that you're reasoning is sound.
"Alright, you guys heard her. She's better than all of you combined." says Haechan.
"Jeno's never going to let us forget this, is he?" Chenle sighs defeatedly.
"I don't think I would either." Jisung shrugs.
"Me either. We've got to play with her on stream one of these days."
Perhaps it's stupid, but you never ask anyone to stream with you. You always wait for them to ask first. It's probably the reason you're still not that big. The last thing you wanted was to seem like was a leech, but by avoiding that you've never streamed with anyone else but the boys. So the fact that the Dreamies were all nodding their head in agreement to let you stream with them made your eyes light up with excitement.
"Wait, really?" You sit forward, examining all the faces looking at you.
"I mean... yeah. I never get to stream with you because we don't play the same games. I think our audience would be excited to have someone so good." Mark suggests, checking his friend's reactions. "Why don't we start planning now?"
To say you were flattered would be a gross understatement. You knew you were good at all the games you played and had awards to prove it, but you never really got much recognition. It was finally happening. You paced back and forth in one of the bedrooms as you pressed your phone to your ear.
"Hello?" Jungwoo sounds slightly irritated when he picks up the phone.
"You'll never guess what just happened-"
"Where have you been? Is that music in the background?"
Your smile falters at the bite in his tone. "Uh, yeah. I'm at a party."
"I've been waiting at your house for ages now."
You got whiplash from the speed at which your emotions shifted. Why your stupid heart was filling with hope, you'd never understand. You shouldn't get your hopes up at the thought of him sneakily visiting you despite what Jisoo wanted. But dammit, it felt good.
"When are you going to be back?"
Was he really going to keep you company against Jisoo's wishes? You wondered how many more surprises today had in store.
"I can come back now if that's what you need."
"That would be great, Jisoo said her bracelet might be here. She's really worried and I need help finding it."
Of course you thought as the crack in your ego broadened. You hung up, chest hurting as you desperately tried to distract yourself. You had just received great news. This would significantly bolster your career. Everything was fine. And the guys are so nice to you, this was going to be great.
They're only nice to you because they want something out of you.
No, that's not true. I can tell they're genuine.
I guess we'll see.
The voice bellowed at you, only getting louder as you visibly shrink.
Nobody actually loves you. When they've had their fill, they'll toss you to the side.
"___?"
The nasty feeling brewing in the pit of your stomach only grows when your eyes land on YangYang. He watches you with a strange expression as he closes the door.
"I was looking for you."
"I'm not in the mood right now, YangYang."
He mutters something under his breath about getting deja vu before focusing back on you. "Why don't you tell me about it?"
"Look, that night I wasn't in my right mind. What we would've done was a mistake. A mistake I'm not looking to repeat tonight." You explain carefully, hoping you didn't have to expand on anything and he'd just leave.
"I saw you talking to the Dreamies. Seems like you were getting along."
"Yes, we were. They're kind and funny."
"They make you feel good, huh?" YangYang presses nearer with a lust-filled look on his face. You scoff, extending your hand to stop him from getting any closer.
"Funny how that works. You make someone feel good and they want to be around you."
He chuckles and you feel it rumble in his chest against your palm. "What's funny is how that's all it takes. Just a little flattery and you're all over them." The malice in his voice makes your smile fall. "Don't be like that, baby. You know I only tell you the truth to help you. To help you see the truth."
You marvel at the man before you. "Wow... you get the timing right and everything..."
It was almost impressive, his ability to manipulate. As if he knew exactly what you were talking about, he smiles. But it's cold and uninviting.
"If feeling good is your goal, I could make you feel good in a way that's actually beneficial." His voice felt like worms entering your ears and settling under your skin. You push against him with the hand that's still on his torso. "Come on baby. A little fun wouldn't hurt."
The female voice calling for YangYang was your knight in shining armor.
"He's in here!" You shout. YangYang's attempt at an unassuming disposition ceases, the real him on full display as he scowls at you.
Lee Naeun opens the door and looks around before her eyes land on his annoyed face.
"Oh! There you are! I was looking for you everywhere. I was beginning to think Lucas was lying about you being here to get rid of me." She laughs awkwardly, her crooked brows expressing her embarrassment.
"You were looking for me?" YangYang is already exiting the room and slowly shutting the door behind him. Before it fully shuts, Naeun's inviting facade drops for a moment to make way for worry as she looked at you.
For a moment it felt good. You successfully avoided doing something incredibly stupid. But just like before, you were alone in a dark room.
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Naeun flicked open her compact to reapply her lipstick. "You owe me one, Suh." She says, regretful over her actions.
"For sure. Let me know if you ever need anything." Johnny responds quickly. If it weren't for Taeyong, Naeun wouldn't even know he existed, and now they were acquainted enough to do favors for each other. He should be thankful for all the opportunities he's been given by his friends, but it just feels unfulfilling in a way he can't put his finger on.
"Nah, forget about it. I'm actually kind of glad I could help out. You're a pretty great guy, Johnny Suh." She punches his shoulder with an impressed smile. Johnny nods silently as she walks away. Though YangYang had seemingly been subdued, chatting in the corner contently with another girl, Johnny still felt uneasy. The bedroom door down the hall still hadn't opened. You were still in there.
As he made his way to the bedroom, he wondered if YangYang had already done something. Naeun said it didn't look like it so why were you still cooped up in there? That wasn't the only thing carrying him toward the door and he knew it. He found himself following you like a moth drawn to a flame, chasing your warmth in a time of frigid loneliness.
"Hey." A stern voice causes Johnny to stop reaching for the door. He turns around to see Mark's disapproving glare. He looked at Johnny as if he caught him red-handed doing something nefarious.
"I just want to check on her." Johnny wants to be annoyed with Mark, but he knows deep down that he has every reason to be suspicious.
"I do too. Don't you think it's better if I do it?" Mark asks. Johnny could tell he felt shitty about not trusting him. There was regret behind his eyes. After a few moments of silence, Mark can't find it in him to look at Johnny's hurt expression anymore. He turns the doorknob and disappears behind the door.
That night after Johnny left the party, he had the worst nightmare he ever experienced. Johnny's face was hovering over the dreaded toilet bowl again, feeling his stomach turn.
"Please Hyojong! I'm sorry!"
"Look at you, crying like a little baby. So pathetic. Have you no dignity?" Hyojong's voice was weird, it wasn't his at all. "Let's see just how pathetic you are. Repeat after me. I'm a waste of space and nobody loves me."
Johnny was suddenly watching himself being held over the toilet bowl. Except, it wasn't him. The person turns their head and horror fills Johnny's body as your eyes meet his. You look horrified as you plead with him to let you go. The words leave Johnny's mouth against his will.
"Say it or I swear to god, I'll bash your face against this fucking toilet." Pure venom poured from his lips. His heart was pounding in his ears. It was his hand gripping at your hair and holding your head in place.
"I'm a waste of space and nobody loves me." You sob, face soiled with tears, spit, and snot.
"Again!" His loud voice echoes, bouncing off every wall in the bathroom. The pain that filled his chest as you repeated it over and over again was unbearable. It felt like someone taking a dull knife and carving out his heart. You kept repeating it until all the emotion drained from your face. It felt like ages of Johnny sitting there. Pure torture. Your face was reminiscent of that night. Void of anything. Robotically repeating the phrase. Johnny's eyes sting with tears as a younger version of you stares back at him.
"I'm a waste of space and nobody loves me."
The words claw at his heart as they're spoken in your smaller voice. Dried fluids distort your image as you peer up at him. "Good. Almost perfect." He spoke as if on autopilot, and he couldn't switch it off. He strengthens his grip on your hair. What was about to come next crossed his mind before it happened and he was screaming for it to stop. His mouth never moved, the words never came out. He just shouts in silence, no use for the dominant voice.
"Just one more thing." His face contorts into a wicked smile as he sends your head crashing into the porcelain. The viscera left only your mouth intact. Johnny watches in horror as you cough up blood. Blood, so much blood. Blood seeping through your shirt at your stomach that looked like it had caved in. To his horror, you began to speak calmly as if your face wasn't completely destroyed.
"Are you happy now?"
Johnny gasped violently, hands clenching his bed sheets as he shoots up from his pillows. He shouts your name, tears already coating his face. "No!" He cries as the image of your crushed skull was still vivid in his mind. He could see it in every dark corner of his room. The moonlight did little to soothe his frenzied state. His hands fumble along the neck of his lamp, rushing to flick it on. As light floods his room, Johnny heaves in silence.
His phone rings and fills his empty mind. He looks over at his phone on his nightstand. It was Naeun calling at 4:18 am. He picks it up, voice wavering as he speaks. "H-hello?
"Were you fucking in on this?! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You're sick!" Naeun continues to loudly berate Johnny as he attempts to collect his thoughts.
"Naeun... what..."
"I can't believe you did this!" Naeun's voice cracks as she shouts before ending the call. Shaky hands open google and type in Naeun's name. Johnny looks numbly at the flood of articles.
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"Did..." You can't even finish your sentence. Partially because you'd be proving Jisoo right. Mostly because it made you sick to think about. You scrolled among countless articles with blurred pictures accompanying the headlines.
"EXPLICIT PHOTO OF POPULAR TWITCH STREAMER EUNPRIL LEAKED ONLINE"
Passing so many articles with similar names, your mind kept flickering images of her worried look. Your heart ached for her.
"Poor girl."
"And you were there. Did YangYang try anything with you?" Jisoo asked, sitting on the edge of your bed. You grit your teeth as you lean further into your pillows.
You were sick of people asking you this. Naeun asked with just a look alone. Mark asked when he came into the room that night. Jungwoo asked you in a text when you woke up. Now Jisoo was asking you. If you were honest, you'd admit it was because you felt like an idiot. But the reality that this could've been you filled you with unease.
"No. Nothing happened."
Plus, knowing Jisoo, she'd make it into a huge thing. That's the last thing you needed right now.
"Good, because look at this." Jisoo turns her phone toward you.
"ANONYMOUS SOURCE CLAIMS EUNPRIL'S PHOTO WAS LEAKED FROM AN EXPLICIT MATERIAL TRADING GROUP CHAT. A POLICE INVESTIGATION HAS COMMENCED"
"...I looked over and Doyoung, Lucas, and YangYang were looking at pictures of naked girls..."
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that one ask aabout specialized idols reminded me of the ask about all the kpop academies that are opening. I'll make the distinction now,,,, theres a difference between a regular casting and shopping around for a specific flavor of idol. for example, i liked to look at a groups debut lineup and see how many of them were approached by the company first. then look at the company to see if there are more casted idols than ones who auditioned. this shouldnt be surprising but most groups have idols that were casted. they were approached first with no previous hints to having a talent. so theres always been that "specialized" idol thing happening,,, however now that more academies are opening and more official kpop companies are opening academies where people can pay to train there and get private auditions, headshots, modeling lessons, the whole package its not really a surprise kpop companies depend more on those than combing through heaps of online auditions. they can make money while scouting talent they dont have to pay to train. yg has one, sm opened a whole school?? mnet the tv company has one, fnc, cube bought one in china etc. while its not the worst thing to happen to the industry i doooo think this correlates to how young idols are now. most of these kids have been training their whole lives already so they are skilled enough than a average kid/teen who dances as a hobby and hasnt gone to a arts school. companies dont wanna invest anymore.
what the fuck are you talking about. i don't even know where to start with this. how the fuck do you think casting WORKS????? you cast someone FROM AN AUDITION, that's what auditions are FOR?? like 95% of idols are literally casted from auditions??? and people that audition are ones that are usually already skilled at whatever they're auditioning with???? and also who cares if someone has a 'specialized' skill?? you have learn a lot of new ones to be an idol anyways? and also there's nothing wrong with kpop training academies existing? so by this logic all ballet schools and music conservatories and theatre schools and art schools are bad for their respective industries???? people that actively WANT to study and learn and train in art are inferior to people randomly found off the street?? also no it doesn't correlate to how young idols are now???? idols have always been debuting young did you forget about taemin hyuna minzy krystal changmin KANGTA??????????? none of those people went to specialty vocational schools and they still debuted as minors?????? also what the fuck do you mean companies aren't willing to invest in training anymore. what? establishing a fucking school isn't investing???? how much do you think it costs to run a fucking SCHOOL???????????????????
#look. a lot of art education its vastly overpriced in order to line university pockets for no reason other than capitalism#i know this i paid for a £40k piece of paper#but art schools are actually so expensive to run?? the amount of ppl that you have to pay + space + materials + equipment???#they are MASSIVE investments and almost never profitable unless you charge money for tuition??#also the logic of 'oh the company's not directly paying for the training anymore' doesnt even make sense?#you do know that these schools are not staffed by business people?#they will employ actual artists and teachers who are there to find the best performers?#like yes this is a deeply capitalist system but there are still artists that work in it???#genuinely what the fuck are you trying to say here. this is incomprehensible#also not to say this again but kids going to art schools and doing art is not a bad thing???? how the fuck do you think people get started?#text#answers
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Hmm turns out Lisa is dating a white nepo baby who apparently has a high status in the fashion industry. Not yall have been calling Jennie a leech for YEARS just bc she had a baseless rumor with YG, turned out it was her bandmate that dates vgly men for status 🤣 this is why you should never take stereotypes seriously, constantly calling J a social climber only for her to end up in a relationship that does nothing to her career but tarnish it, and well its safe to say that she asked for it.
????? and ???? what's your point cause ???? you're telling us this, which we appreciate, but some of your interjections is clearly coming off personally as a jennie fan. I'm going to speak on her the way I speak on TOP and this is coming from someone who was a hardcore BB / TOP stan, still favoring top more than jennie if I had to chose. Everything that has ever been said about jennie here is objective and not personal, when we have our chats like "I'm disappointed in newjeans, or top, or jackson wang cause xyz" then that's when y'all can jump in and say something y'know?
good for lisa and I'm not surprised, I always expected that of her, jennie just gives the general public the outward impression she would rush for that first but as we seen, she dates close to home i.e "kai" and GD while lisa is makinh networking moves dating up. Also No.
do not insert words into ours mouths, never did we use the word "leech" if that's your summary of what we've said about her, say it as such. Jennie is basically hypergamous but she hasn't landed a big well yet and tends to date people of familiarity in the industry. There is absolutely nothing wrong with dating an ugly man for status cause guess what? 95.95% OF FEMALES YO'VE EVER ADMIRED FROM THE 80S UP TO NOW HAVE BEEN ESTABLISHED OFF THE CHECKS OF UGLY RICH MEN.
Fuck, beyonce owes her fucking livelihood to jay-z and this is why she bizzarely comes off so weak wiled and always whining about her position next to him in music & elsewhere cause she's aware she wouldn't be shit had she not let jay come to her rebound off of aaliyah's rejection. the streets have the tea on bey on how Nas didn't want shit to do with her and the men who looked attractive and did couldn't do shit for her like sean paul. ask yourself why beyonce parents were so fucking voerly comfortable with their 18-19 year old daughter dating a very mature past criminal record old rappe? 35 dating 18? yeah ok.I could name 50 females in hollywood history and even kpop so far that are where they are cause of ugly but well off men, shit I love hyuna but a man made her as well.
you have to be very young or very immature and thinking like the crowd to not see dating an ugly man with means who wants to be with you even just for a brief hook up as lame. How the fuck y'all think she landed bvlgari in the first place next to ZENDAYA AND ANNE HATHAWAY!? and those two I can say were not made off the force of men cause they come from disney / teen movie backgrounds. and you never see them on a yacht aka escorting "yachting" i.e prostituting under the guise of vacation. Now if blackpink has a monster single one day and blows up in a BTS way here in america more than they have already? and I catch one of them on a yacht? then we can talk.
that's all. where you end up in a relationship does not negate your intention of being a social climber, jennie is and was a social climber. she chose wrong and it just didn't workout plus jennie gives me the vibe she's not as aggressively hypergamous and desperate to keep a spot nor cling to a man like she would be if she was 2nd gen, coming from a run down agency and gd looked her way. we've always established that she only fucks with secured idols or men but she isn't desperate nor seeking to get more she just only associates and dates them. Lisa, I can't speak on why she is dating that man but that's very forward thinking on her end. fuck, ashley benson from pretty little liars is marrying an oil heir. a fucking oil HEIR she's set for life if he doesn't run a tight prenup on her with no loopholes and even then she's set cause depending on how she carries herself and how she has this man whipped, she can always live off his money and not spend her own as shared income.
GD is nearly at the same level as the dude lisa is dating so all of this you said is invalid to me. y'all keep being obtuse and naive thinking she got handed fucking BVLGARI of all high end brands just cause. she is more accepted and more popular in the u.s than jennie, she has more western appeal but if you don't think lisa didn't work that connection with ole boy before they were officially dating or after? congrats, you've got a lot to learn and I'm saying this before anyonwe else pops up like "lol lisa got bvlgari before she met him" that's how it always starts.
it's a good move for lisa, now if she's smart and doesnt just rest on being seen with him and dating just to date, she can mingle with his friends or superiors and make contacts. if I see her land 2 more big deals no other kpop star or korean actor has landed? i'm chalking it up to this, period. also, your career can only be "tarnished" these days if you're dumb enough to let it be. she's fine, she's in blackpink and been pushed to fucking moon and back like how CL was monster pushed but 10x more than CL's push in 2ne1. She's good. But if you consider it tarnished? it's cause of how she herself handled all of this and the fact she does give off geninune impression when she dates. that's a personality and image flaw that's on her. like if suzy from miss a was landing whales back to back and that shit didn't last, I could see suzy and those relationships getting 'some' negative feedback but still looked at with positivity cause of her personality and how she carries herself with men.
being with GD is still a win and if it didn't last, then unless gd really pushed her away or broke it off himself? then that's on her and that shows for whatever reason she wasn't wanting or needing it go the distance, if you really need something to last, you'll make it last. you see beyonce didn't drop jay by sasha fierce era when she could have? cause she needed that and still needs that.
be for real.
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2022 is ending and the public needs to know what your most & least favorite kpop releases were this year! there was good stuff, bad stuff, underwhelming stuff, growers, etc. lets hear yours! :D
the way it would be easier to count the stuff i liked vs the stuff i disliked 😭😭 anyways here's my favorite releases this year...
20. generation - tripleS
fun, upbeat, the mv has a nice laid back "aesthetic" feel to it. the only ppl who didnt like it were miserable newjeans stans! 😭
19. hair cut - xdinary heroes
i actually liked the chorus... doesnt have much replay value but i do listen it whenever it comes on
18. antifragile - le sserafim
i DID love this one, it had to grow on me but its catchy af! 😭
17. forever 1 - snsd
this one had to grow on me too! but its super cute and sweet!,
16. mascara - xg
people who said they didnt like this are liars!! have you considered not messing with your mascara..?
15. nabillera - hyuna
there were a LOT of growers this year! even when i first listened to it i thought she was going for babe pt.2 and when i started liking it i knew that was in fact the case!
14. stupid cool - dawn
i got it on the first listen. i love the beat and i thought the lyrics were absolutely adorable :(
13. talk that talk - twice
pop perfection! the chorus is everything
12. aria - yerin
u either get it you dont! the two gfriend soloists deserve so much better it surprised me how much buddys slept on this release. but i was SEATED!
11. dice - onew
father was fathering through the whole album IDGAF!!! like every song is so good and well made, well sang. this is the superior kpop song named dice that was released this year. lol.
10. maison - dreamcatcher
its catchy af and the message is so REAL! ngl at first i thought they made that word up for the song but i looked it up and its french for "home" so 😭😭 extra points for making me think they came up with that word themselves
9. illusion - aespa
its cunty! catchy! i definitely got it on the first listen! (points off for the yummy yummy yummy in your tummy tummy tummy line tho)
8. bop bop! - viviz
if u hate this song you hate fun tbh! the thing i loved about this song is that it felt less like a debut song and more like a comeback song. we love you viviz.
7. good boy gone bad - txt
i had to pretend like i didnt get it on the 1st-and-a-half listen bcuz i was still very much in my txt anti era. but now im normal so i can appreciate what this song means to me ❤
6. jikjin - treasure
why were so many people pretending like they didnt fuck heavy with this song. perhaps broaden your mindset like. [korean korean] jikjiiiiiiinnnn woooooooooooooo. anw it feels like pop rocks to my brain and in the best way possible so its here.
TOP 5. These were the objectively best releases of 2022!
5. last sequence - wjsn
thats gay clubbing music baby! something about this song feels so... not 2022. more like i opened a time portal and went back to mid-2017. idk why. but i love that vibe.
4. shut down - blackpink
the lyrics, production, that violin, everything about this song was an instant hit. no im not just saying that because blackpink was my first group. their comeback this year ate and served cunt severely. we love you blackpink.
3. 2 baddies - nct 127
i like thot music! the way ppl complained about it was so 😭😭 its an nct song what were you expecting. shut up. you either rock with it or you dont. like the song was made BY baddies FOR baddies. so if it isnt hitting...
2. pop! - nayeon
ms. im nayeon put the POP in kPOP with tjis song! and it was her SOLO DEBUT? PLEASEEEEEEE........ i love the girly cutesy bubblegum-y fun of this one. so. so. so. much. like everything about it SO iconic. she not only solidified herself as a capable soloist but as a pop princess too!
1. brand new - xiumin
are you surprised? im an exol after all! but fr this song had me GAGGED since the mv TEASER dropped! everything about it is so good, the beat, the lyrics, the vocals... everything! when it comes down to the mv minseok had $10 and a dream but he still made it work. that song was MADE to be a hit!! when i heard it i knew NOTHING ELSE released this year was gonna top it!
very honorable mentions that didnt make the list for lack of space :( (imagine they are in 2nd place with pop by nayeon)
i don't even mind - chen, invu - taeyeon, hurdle - suho, feel my rhythm - rv, candy - nct dream, gasoline - key, gingamingayo - billlie, loveade - viviz, dreamers - jungkook 🤪,after like - ive
#this was a long but FUN list euheuheheueuhe#songs i disliked - whatever nmixx gidle bts nature & sk.z released#✉️#anon
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