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chaerincore · 2 years

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╰┈➤ ❝ INTRODUCING . . . JIHUN ! ❞

BORN ON JULY 1, 1997 IN ESSEX, UNITED KINGDOM AS JEON JIHUN, JIHUN IS THE SECOND OLDEST MEMBER OF P NATION’S UPCOMING CO-ED GROUP: DISTRICT4 (D4), THE NEWEST EDITION TO THE HIGHLY ANTICIPATED "UNIVERSE-4" PROJECT. JIHUN’S POSITIONS INCLUDE BEING THE PRODUCTION CAPTAIN, LEAD MALE RAPPER, AND THE MAIN VOCALIST OF DISTRICT4.

AS A FORMER CUBE ENTERTAINMENT ARTIST, JIHUN WAS FIRST INTRODUCED TO THE PUBLIC WHEN HE DEBUTED AS A VOCALIST AND RAPPER FOR THE BOY GROUP PENTAGON IN 2016. HE WAS ONE OF THE FEW WHO PASSED THE FINAL AUDITION (ACCORDING TO THE SURVIVAL SHOW, PENTAGON MAKER) AND WAS ADDED TO THE FINAL LINEUP.

IN 2019, JIHUN WAS REMOVED FROM PENTAGON. HIS STATEMENT REVEALED THAT HE WAS DEPARTING DUE TO MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES — BUT JIHUN DIDN’T LEAVE FOR THAT REASON. THE CEO OF CUBE ENTERTAINMENT CONSTANTLY MISTREATED & PICKED ON JEON, THREATENING HIM INTO LEAVING. THE STATEMENT WAS RELEASED A WEEK AFTER HIS BIRTHDAY, WHICH WAS THE SAME DAY JIHUN WAS REMOVED BUT ALSO WHEN HE MET D4’S VICTORY.

JIHUN AND VICTORY AUDITIONED FOR P NATION’S NEW CO-ED PROJECT TOGETHER A MONTH AFTER MEETING AND ENTERED THE AGENCY TOGETHER AS WELL. DESPITE AUDITIONING FOR D4, PSY ORIGINALLY INTENDED FOR JIHUN TO BECOME A SOLOIST LIKE HIS FELLOW FORMER MEMBER, DAWN, UNTIL HE SAW THE KIND OF MUSIC HE CREATED ALONG WITH CORE4 SEEING HIM AS PART OF THE UNIVERSE-4 VISION.

2019

jihun’s ceo scowled bitterly from across the room in his office on the eighth floor of the cube building, venom laced with his words as the young male looked down at his shaking hands — holding them tightly so it wouldn’t be visible to choongmin.

“listen, i’ll offer you a deal.” he started, crossing his arms against his chest as the boy sank deeper into his seat, choongmin could sense jihun slowly shattering so he realized he might’ve been acting too harsh on the young male, “leave the company. we’ll say that you terminated your contract for mental health reasons, and you can re-debut elsewhere… i don’t care. but not with pentagon, not ever. or, you can stay with your group, but just know that i won’t be as easy on you.”

“you have talent and that’s not something up for debate, but it’s the kind that’s just not meant for pentagon or boy groups. i’d say you could do well as a soloist but i won’t even promise you that, either. maybe consider co-ed, kid, or just give it up.”

since that day, jeon jihun ended his contract. from that moment, it seemed like the shimmering light was taken from his eyes.

later that evening, jihun distanced himself from his members and decided to countdown to his birthday alone — carrying himself to a bakery near the cube building to buy himself a small cupcake and candle before everything started closing for the day.

“i hope you have a wonderful birthday, miss.” the baker sweetly said to the only other person inside, a short young woman with blonde hair and a bright smile.

“thank you! i hope so too, goodnight!” the mystery girl bid farewell, holding a small red velvet cupcake with a ‘21’ candle in her grasp, shifting her body towards the exit but was met with jihun’s drained and sad figure — but he perked up a little when he overheard that it was her birthday, and she was turning the same age as him.

“it’s your birthday, too?” he asked politely, motioning towards the sweet treat in the woman’s hands with a nod of his head.

“technically it’s tomorrow, but yeah! is it yours as well?” the bubbly girl responded, her eyes had the same sparkle that jihun had just lost, he missed what it felt like to feel as happy as the girl clearly looked… or let on.

“it is… i’ve never met someone with the same birthday as mine.”

“well, i’m spending my birthday alone for the first time if you’d like to ring in our birthdays together in an hour… my name is mars… do you like red velvet?” the blonde, whose name is mars, asked curiously, referring to the cupcake she had just bought for herself (not the group).

“i do. and your name is actually mars?”

“obviously not, i don’t give my real name away to strangers when i myself am a trainee.” mars quietly retorted playfully, shrugging her shoulders as she let jihun go up and order, “tell you what: you hang out with me tonight, and i’ll tell you my real name when i feel like i can trust you.”

“deal. i’m jihun, by the way.”

and the next thing jihun knew, he sat in a quiet and empty park on a bench beside mars. “so… jihun, you look so sad… right before your birthday, what happened?” she asked, her gaze was bubbly and bright, despite the look of concern she sported.

“i had to terminate my contract with my agency tonight, when i go home i have to break the news to my members. i’ve been dreading the thought of it since i walked out.” jihun confessed, staring emotionlessly at the concrete beneath his feet, his eyes flickered to the way that his new friend’s feet swung — they barely touched the ground when she sat, it almost made his heart swell from how adorable she was.

“wait a minute, i think i’ve seen you on the TV! have you already debuted?” mars asked, eyeing the man just inches away from her, trying to figure out where she’d seen him from.

“i did, but now it’s gone to waste. i wanted to be an idol, i’m thinking about just giving it up, apparently i’m not fit for a boygroup or even as a soloist and it took me debuting for my ceo to recognize it.”

“i’m sorry to hear that… i really am, jihun… i’ve been told that before myself, it hurts.” mars frowned, putting a gentle and sympathetic hand on jihun’s shoulder to comfort him, not wanting to overstep her boundaries yet she still had an intense urge to help him — and that’s when her eyes lit up at a potential idea.

“you should try out for P NATION’s new co-ed group with me!” mars offered, trying to be hopeful for the boy as she felt a warm breeze blow by, “i mean, i know you have a lot to do in order to leave… but i-i know what it’s like to try out for a group and be convinced you’d make it, but then it backfires at the least unexpected moment… my boyfriend debuted a few months ago, it’s been hard to watch him when it’s all i’ve ever dreamed of. so, let’s take what’s holding us back and use it as an advantage.”

jihun didn’t realize it then, but that was the very first time the universe made it known that his dream isn’t over yet. it was all because of his future group member, and a red velvet cupcake.

@skzfairies @m00niesk7

#deluxeocnet #DISTRICT4 #d4 :: jihun #kpop au #kpop ocs #kpop imagines #kpop coed group #kpop extra member #fictional idol community

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1uckygold · 2 years

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Jack-IN-The-Box

Summary: High School was a pain, but now it’s time for the next chapter… College. Except this time, what happens when packing up for the dorms, you come across an old childhood toy? Memories say inside the box held a friend—But what are you worried about, right? It’s in the past, a child’s imagination.

WRONG! Innocent eyes see farther toward the unknown… But sometimes, the unknown can see you too.

~Pairing: Jung Hoseok (BTS) | Yandere/J-Hope x f! Reader

~Genre: Yandere au, Imaginary/Monster au, Angst & Mystery

~Word Count: 3.7K

**Warnings: Hallucinations and slight blood.**

“Okay… This is the last of them,” You grunted, huffing to a complete stop and gently stacking packed boxes that held your things, inside the moving truck—Today was the day, you’d be finally moving out and heading off to college in the big city on your own.

A smile stretched across your face when remembering the exact date you’ve got accepted into the most elite Academy: HYBE University of Music & Arts. It was said for this school to be the best in the world, campuses spreading across Korea, Japan, and even America… A place known for their different departments and diversities. Somewhere to be proud on doing what you love, without judgement or someone telling you it’s a waste of space and time.

Honestly, it was an artist’s dream and fantasy to study there! Especially when the campus is private and only takes chances on ones who they believe have potential—It didn’t matter if they were in the music, art, dancing, or acting industry.

Walking inside the house, the need filling you to double check once more to make sure the bedroom was completely empty, and nothing was getting left behind. Sighing in content and sadness when seeing nothing but furniture, looking bare as a guest room.

Little sniffles were heard from behind, as if someone was softly crying that had you turning around to see an older women standing near the door with clear tears shining in her eyes. A single hand over her mouth in a sobbing moment while scanning the room that use to belong to one of her two children.

“Eomma… You promised not to cry,” You whined, eyes narrowing playfully in her general direction. Although there was no use trying, you knew this was a losing battle before it begun… Your mother waving off the comment with a light glare that didn’t have much edge to it.

“Oh hush, I’m allowed to cry! My baby is leaving me, and in a few years, Jihun will do the same,” She said, wiping her tears in a dramatic way that you couldn’t help the eye roll from escaping—Your little brother… Jihun L/N. While you’ll be leaving for college, he’ll be starting his sophomore year. The time passed so fast that it was starting to scare you… Especially when the days go faster the more your older.

“Well, there’s always a possibility Ji will decide never to leave and stay here forever,” You teased, a grin forming at your mom’s scrunched up expression. Sadness immediately fallin’, rather forming into something more horrified at the idea.

“Don’t even joke like that!” She shouted, only for her eyes to soften the longer she gazed upon your delicate features. The women entering further into the bedroom to place a single hand on your cheek with a proud smile, wanting to remember this moment before you leave for the city—Knowing there won’t be a time you visit until Christmas, or longer.

Although the peaceful atmosphere was cut short, your right hand resting on her own… Eyes instantly zooming in on a visible scar. A scar that could be seen at a certain angle from your inner wrist—The women who raised and gave birth to you, flinched from your proximity as her expression turned cold.

It was like she was in a trance of sorts the longer the stare, deep in her memories.

Honestly, you actually didn’t know how the scar came to be… Not being able to remember much past your fourteenth birthday, and it’s not like anyone would tell you. Though from your family’s glazed out expression whenever seeing the slightly pink and scared flash, you could tell it was something they must’ve blamed themselves for—The scar, however, didn’t bother you as much as it did for them; being shaped almost like an “H”.

You’d always joke around, saying it represented hope for the future. Yet, your mother would instantly shut seeing the smiles fade and disappear from your parent’s faces whenever mentioned—Now, even your cousins refused to spend time with you… The only ones that seemed to be left in the dark was Jihun and yourself.

“You’re father…” She trailed, and if the room wasn’t so eerily quiet… You wouldn’t have been able to hear from how faint the tone was. Your mom seemingly snapping out of it, forcing a bright smile and quickly stepping back outside the bedroom as if it brought a sort of trauma to her now. “You’re father and brother will be following you from behind so they can help unpack boxes when arriving at the campus—Don’t forget your last box sweetie!”

Last box? But you…

Glancing around the room with a frown, you froze seeing a box sticking out slightly from underneath the bed. Confusion settling in at the sight—You were sure all the boxes were packed and downstairs in the moving truck. In fact, it wasn’t there before... Was it?

Shaking your head to rid of the paranoid thoughts, you knelt down and tried pulling the box out from its hiding spot. Curses leaving your lips when having a difficult time—It was like the damn thing didn’t want to leave!

“Argh… You stupid box, stop being so stubborn!!” You growled, yelping seconds later when tumbling backward into the dresser with a groan. Not expecting the box to give little resistance, the force causing it to slide across the floor until coming to a complete stop.

Rubbing your head and glaring in the direction of the cardboard box—You’ve noticed that it was pretty worn out to begin with, surprised filling you that it even managed to hold together in the first place. Although it was the pictures that caught your attention the most.

The box was practically covered in detailed drawings of chalk and crayon, some colorful and others just straight up… Unnerving.

Especially one that was a sloppy picture of a tiny figure, nothing but black with what appeared to be bunny ears on top of its head. Something about the drawing gave you chills—This definitely wasn’t one of your recently packed boxes.

Biting your lip and standing up, you picked up the box to head downstairs, dropping it on the coffee table before going to fetch a pair of scissors in one of the junk drawers. Immediately cutting the flaps open that was practically covered in duct tape… You didn’t know what to expect inside, but anticipation and excitement built up anyways. Only for those emotions to flatline when peering inside to see nothing but old junk.

A single hand reaching for a black worn-out bear with bunny ears that appeared to have a skeleton design for a body, an eye was missing and instead having an “X” marking stitch where the other white button should’ve been—Actually it was pretty cute, not scary then you would’ve thought for a toddler.

“Y/N! Get your lazy ass outside, appa is waiting and… What’s that? Aren’t you a little too old for stuffed animals?” Jihun shouted throughout the house, stopping mid-sentence seeing the bear/bunny still in your hand. Raising a single eyebrow and smirk breaking through, not bothering to conceal his laughter as you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, this was the only thing left in my room that I found. Looks like old toys… Funnily enough, I can’t remember playing with any of these,” You said, putting the teddy down, nose scrunched up when reaching to pull out a dry-erase board and throwing it to the side with disinterest—Most of the toys contained dried up markers or clay, but Jihun did take interest in a rubric cube while rummaging through the box.

“Hey, weren’t you like… I don’t know, obsessed with this growing up?” Jihun said, lifting out and showing a steel tinplate box that was white/black with a bunch of doodles that appeared to look like someone wrote on it with permanent marker.

“Yeah… I mean, I think so?” You whispered, not realizing how you pulled—yanked—the object out of your brother’s hands. Observing the toy in a trance state, unconsciously shaking it but only hearing slight thumping and gears banging together.

A Jack-In-the-Box… You couldn’t remember anything from your childhood past, but there was this foggy piece of a memory surfacing. Little flashes of a younger version carrying the toy everywhere: Grandparent’s house, vacation, sleepovers, even something ridiculous as putting it outside the bathroom door for the box to “guard” you.

It didn’t matter where or how weird you appeared; the toy never once left your side… Until it did.

“If I remember correctly, you were convinced there was a boy living in there. Even gave him a name, I think it was Hopie, Hope? Or maybe it was Jay…” Jihun trailed, shrugging and snickering at the time his older sister acted more childish than he was whenever it concerned her imaginary friend. “Whatever it was, you’d talk to it all the time and would even stuff sandwiches inside. I’m surprised its clean from how much food you shared with the damn toy.”

“Hmm, none of that rings a bell,” You said, lips pursing to try and process this new piece of information. Fingers tracing along the box until finally reaching the handle that has yet to be turned—A single key barely playin’ before a glass shattered across the floor echoed throughout the room. The startling and loud sound causing you to accidently drop the toy with a clank, two jumping in fright.

There, your mother stood, glass surrounding her shoe covered feet… Facial expression twisted funny, almost fearful? It was such an odd reaction, especially when she refused to say nothing and preferred to stand like a statue. Blank eyes not once taking off the Jack-In-the-Box, almost like your mom was waiting for something to happen as it laid there.

Preparing for an action that was impossible for it to take by itself.

“Eomma…?”

“W-Where… Where did you get that?” It was faint, but there was more emotion inside than you’ve ever heard. Your mother practically trembling from head to toe.

“Uh, from this box… It seems to mostly have childhood toys and a few coloring books,” You explained, shaking the box that still held a few things inside. Jihun and you shifting nervously, voice low and calm to not startle her any further. Cautiously watching your mother curse underneath her breath, in fact, you could’ve sworn hearing that she said something about having thrown it away a long time ago?

“Y-You’re not,” She trailed, taking a deep breath in to steady her beating heart, “You’re not keeping it are you?”

“No, I wasn’t planning on it—I was actually considering donating and throwing some of these items away. Though this bear is cute, I might keep this,” You said, humming in thought at the skeleton bunny/bear… You never could resist stuffed animals, even being an adult. Though a scoff ringing through the air had you glaring, throwing anything your hands could grab toward the culprit… Grinning in satisfaction when hearing Jihun hiss.

“Alright, then why don’t I take these old things out of your hands… Don’t wanna keep your father and the movers waiting more than they have, right?”

Frowning, you nodded while Jihun helped throw all the old toys back into the box… Along with the Jack-In-the-Box. The only thing that wasn’t inside was the stuffed animal that you planned to keep, although something inside was hesitant to hand over the old toys to your mother.

You didn’t know why—There was this pit in your gut, especially when seeing an unusual smile upon your mom’s face.

Something just felt… off.

Whatever the case was, you glanced one last time at the cardboard box that wasn’t properly closed anymore before finally releasing it as your mother beamed. The older women not wasting time to walk out the back door where a giant dumpster was waiting in the alleyway behind the neighborhood.

“What dormitory is yours?” Your father questioned, frowning at the multiple signs pointing in different directions. Although you were too busy aweing the large campus, doing a little happy dance after coming back from the main office with your ID badge, dorm key, and class schedule in your bag—Coming back to reality when hearing fingers snapping.

“Oh! Uh, I believe it’s this way… Between the PLEDIS and SOOP dormitories—Just look for a sign that says BigHit on it,” You muttered, trying to balance between holding your schedule and the map of the campus, roughly tugging suitcases along.

“Aha! This is it,” You cheered, stumbling toward the door and nearly dropping everything to open it.

Except… The door wouldn’t budge, no matter how many times you pulled and pushed against it.

You didn’t know how long you’ve been standing there, practically shaking the glass doors until a sudden cough grabbed your attention. Wincing to turn and see a tall figure pulling down his medical mask, the random male gently smiling and showing off his dimples.

A single hand reaching into his hoodie to unhook an ID badge from a keychain-styled necklace, swiping a boxed security system until a click was heard as the lightbulb blinked green. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment when seeing him hold open the door for you and everyone else to get inside before taking off down the halls until out of sight.

“You didn’t mention these dorms were not Co-ed,” Your father commented, breaking the silence with a grumpy tone. Jihun biting his tongue to keep himself together, trying not to full-blown laugh or else the boxes he was carrying would tumble down.

Huffing, you didn’t say a single word and instead choose to rush down the hall where an elevator was located—Your dorm number being on the top floor.

The halls were completely quiet, no one in sight… Either from it being late in the afternoon or because it was the last weekend before class officially begun. You didn’t know.

“Woah…”

“I don’t remember dorms being this nice.”

Your father and brother whistled when entering the dorm, even the movers seemed impressed at the modern styled dorm. Honestly, it looked more like a mini apartment than a dorm… A really expensive miniature apartment.

Shock clear on your face when glancing around—HYBE was definitely not playing around.

The first walk inside was through a small and narrow hall… Further up in the main room, the first thing you’ve noticed was a small kitchen on the right side. Imported with cabinets, a sink, miniature refrigerator/freezer, and a microwave—Although there wasn’t a stove/oven or even a bathroom… Needing to go somewhere in the dormitory building for that.

But it did have a small living room with two black sofas that were facing toward a flatscreen. Although what amazed you the most was the window view… Behind the living room, floor-to-ceiling windows showed a generous amount of the campus ground.

Now that you thought about it… You may have gotten a full-ride scholarship, but that only covered so much—How much was this dorm styled-apartment?! The possible price had you paling considerably.

There was no doubt, you needed a job. Thankfully you also requested a roommate first hand too, however from how empty and quiet it was, they haven’t arrived just yet—Humming, you instructed where to put all the boxes as your family and the movers finally bid their farewells.

The best thing about coming first before your roommate… You get to pick the best room first! Not wasting time to unpack your things and spread them out in the new bedroom.

By the time you were finished, it was already dark outside, and your stomach was grumbling for food—Sighing, you walked out the bedroom with an empty box only to shriek, tripping over something that had you falling against the floor with a groan.

Hisses escaping, glancing toward your feet only to freeze in fear… The Jack-In-the-Box toy was sitting there. In fact, it didn’t seem like tripping against the toy fazed it at all, standing upward perfectly and not thrown into a mess—What was this doing here? M-Maybe Jihun snuck it in your boxes to be a jerk… but that wouldn’t explain why it’s on the floor.

Nervous, you reached the counter and rummaged throughout the bag for your cellphone. Getting ready to lecture your brother, only for the number to immediately go to voicemail.

“O-Okay… It’s fine. You’re just overthinking this,” You whispered, trying to motivative yourself for positive thinking. Gently picking up the toy, fingers hesitantly touching the handle before turning it as the melody echoed throughout the dorm. The sound creeped into your heart, needing to constantly be looking around… Swearing to hear breathing every time the handle was turned.

Suddenly the door slammed open just as the Jack-In-the-Box popped, the two actions causing you to let out a blood curling scream and drop the toy.

“Holy shit, I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you,” A female voice said, worry and concern etched on her face as you stared at the popped open black/white doll with a mint-green jester hat—You felt foolish… Letting your brothers stories get to your head. What the hell did you expect?

“N-No… I’m sorry—You must be my roommate. Names Y/N,” You said, wiping sweaty hands against your hoodie before reaching out to shake her hand with a polite and tight smile. Unconsciously kicking the Jack-In-the-Box aside to hide among the empty cardboard boxes.

“Ji-eun!”

“Well, I’ll let you get started unpacking… I’m going to go throw these empty boxes away and get food. Do you want anything?” You asked, listening to the order while secretly placing the toy inside the old boxes without closing it properly. Gathering a bunch of boxes and snatching your bag from the counter, waving bye and leaving in a rush to throw the trash away.

“Y/N…”

Your breath hitched hearing an unfamiliar voice call out for you, slowly turning around to see no one in the hall—It was probably nothing… Yeah, nothing. Inhaling sharply, you resumed the walk toward the elevator. Speeding up once the lights started flicking, it felt like a horror film, but this was reality—Reality you were just overwhelmed about being in the big city, that had to be—

“Noona… Come out and play with me~”

This time, you didn’t hesitate to run… Reality or not.

“You wanna play tag? I’ll be it then~” Screams bounced off the walls feeling a tug on your ankle, tripping you in the process. Refusing to turn around, you scrambled up as the elevator felt like it was growing farther… The walls starting to twist and turn.

The only thing that was ringing—beside your beating heart and ragged breathing—was the familiar tune of the Jack-In-the-Box. You didn’t know how no one was hearing your pleas for help… Fear crippling your ability to do anything but run.

However as soon as you got closer toward the elevator, a sudden force gripped your shoulder causing you to cry out… Feeling nails dig deeper until your whole back felt like it was getting wet as red paint dripped to the floor beneath. While bite marks appeared near your inner wrists with scratches…

Only then were you literally thrown into the opening elevator. Vision blurry from the rough impact as you focused on the hallway… Eyes widening in fear seeing a dark silhouette practically glowing, the figure getting closer as each time the lights flickered—A thumping noise beating around, in fact, you didn’t think the figure was gaining closer steps.

It was more like the entire hallway was shrinking and coming forward.

“W-What do you want?!” You shrieked, a blood curdling cry coming out your mouth… Tucking yourself into a fetal position with tears streaming down. Feeling a forceful blow of wind, light breathing brushing against your neck as what felt like lips grazed your ear.

“You~”

“…hey…”

“…You… are?”

“Hey… Are you okay?”

Eyes snapped open feeling a soft touch shaking you, slowly looking up with a startled expression to see a kind face staring at you in concern—It was then you realized how many people were outside their own dorms with different types of expressions as you laid upon the floor outside the elevator.

Everything was back to normal… In fact, there was no evidence that what just happened was real.

Throwing your hoodie up to shield yourself from the many judgmental and worried faces, you jumped up and started running back to your dorm with tears. Not bothering with the cardboard boxes that laid there, only grabbing your bag.

Slamming open the dorm, you made sure to double lock it… Everything was quiet and dark, figuring your roommate must’ve gone to sleep since you didn’t know long you’ve been in the hallway. It all felt too much, practically barricading yourself into the bedroom and crawling into the bed to hide away, maybe forever.

And it wasn’t long before sleep welcomed you…

00:00 (Zero O’Clock)

…The closet slid open with a creak, the same familiar jingle echoing throughout the bedroom but not being able to reach your ears. As a tall figure stepped out with a dancers grace… Glowing eyes narrowing at the lump in the bed before a grin broke out—A grin that was more threatening than nice, something you’d fear instead of love.

The male wore nothing but black, his bunny/jester ears bouncing with every step as he silently crept closer. A single bloody hand reaching to pull down the covers until a known scar was visible, reaching into their pocket to pull out a small blade… Finishing off their work as you hissed in your sleep, blood dripping down your wrist.

Immediately leaning back when done with the completed word—Hoseok.

A sharp smiling breaking out, eyes darkening into a sinister and affectionate way. Hoseok leaning down to lick the extra blood trail, before kissing the wrist lightly.

“Welcome home, my sunshine… I’ve missed you.”

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Welcome to Jack-IN-The-Box!! I've been playing Yandere Simulator recently and got inspired with Jay. Hope you enjoy the new story... Maybe Part 2??

Likes, Comments, Reblogs, and Follows are appreciated if you enjoy the story. Its always exciting to know that you like my writing, and it gives me more motivation to continue!

See you all soon, Stay Golden! <3

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blessedcvrsed · 1 year

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❀ *◦ jeon jeongguk. cis man. he/him. homosexual. ⇝ hey, isn’t that choi seokmin? i think that the twenty-four year old from seoul, south korea works as a tattoo artist at lightning griffin tattoos and snake handler at carnival of time, but outside of that people describe them as late night conversations on smoking decks, the constant blast of music that drowns out suffocating silence, arms decorated in old and new ink, shattered picture frames covered in dust. i hear they are haunted & withdrawn, but they are also known to be steadfast & heartfelt. consider giving them a visit at their home in the marionette and get to know why they’re called the dysfunction junction.

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TW: death, murder, kidnapping, abuse, mental illness

BASICS

full name: choi seok-min (formerly hae ji-hun)

age: 24 years old

date of birth: august 29, 1999

hometown: seoul, south korea

gender: cis man

pronouns: he/him

sexuality: homosexual

occupation: tattoo artist at lightning griffin tattoos, snake handler at carnival of time

spoken languages: korean, english

parents: hae min-ji (mother), hae seung-ho (father)

sibling(s): hae mireu

BACKGROUND

(born as hae ji-hun) with his mother dying in childbirth, father completely out of the picture, and no next of kin, one could say that he was born with tragedy in his blood. he ended up being placed in foster care for the first two and a half years of his life, until joining his adoptive family — a young couple living in seoul, when he was three. they had another son older by a few years, and the two were quick to become best friends.

his family moved to maine when seokmin was seven, though they did travel back to korea every so often. his childhood, as far as he can recall, was normal. happy. he excelled in school, developed a passion in art (and got in trouble a few times for painting on his walls), and lived about as regular a childhood as loving parents could hope. with any child, came dreams, and seokmin always vocalized how he wanted to be a famous artist, or "be friends with the cool animals at the zoo"; he was an imaginative kid of little worries and high hopes.

though, things could only be good for so long. on the night of his fifteenth birthday, his life would change forever. while his brother was away for the start of a university semester, an intruder broke into the family's home and would take the lives of both of his parents, and while seokmin tried to hide, the attempt was futile. for the next several years of his life, he would be captive to this murderer, taken away to a state he didn't know the name of. even after leads, the authorities never did end up finding the man or solving the case, which spread like wildfire across the world.

after living this way and sustaining abuse for a long period of time, seokmin conducted a successful escape after knocking him out in an altercation, running until he physically couldn't anymore. traumatized, a shell of his former self, and completely disconnected from any selfdom, the twenty year old wasn't sure what to do or where to go — he didn't know who he was.

it definitely took some time for him to get back on his feet. (*another wanted connection) distrustful of every person he saw, seokmin was lost and alone, until they found him, as battered, bruised and terrified as he was. they took him in, giving him a safe place to stay, no judgement or questions asked, and would come to be an extremely trusted friend.

a new identity was made. for his own safety, he rid himself of his birth name hae jihun, and created a new one — choi seokmin. it also cut ties with the case, not wanting it to follow him, not wanting to be known as him. he'd much rather stay hidden on a new slate rather than having to relive any of it, or recount his trauma just for the presses to badger him.

now as for his big brother, seokmin spent a lot of time searching for him. social medias and search engines would always come up with no results, rendering him completely unreachable. the only information he could get was from the articles surrounding the murders and his own disappearance, nothing more. a part of him felt guilty, and he still wonders to this day if maybe he had went to the authorities, he'd have his brother back by now, but it terrified him too much.

ending up far, far away from maine, a small town in alaska served as his shelter. as of now, he's been there for about two years, and works at the tattoo parlor and carnival (as a snake handler!!). though his past haunts him, fear still plaguing him, seokmin has slowly been rebuilding himself in anchorage.

HEADCANONS

seokmin has a very loved doberman named maeum (yes, the same breed as bam, i had to), who goes with him literally everywhere. if you stop into lightning griffin, chances are you'll get to see maeum ! he's a very happy and well-trained dog, and he makes him feel safe. originally, he wasn't trained to be a service dog, but all the qualities, traits (and general behaviour) suited it greatly, and now he's very efficient at his job. their bond is strong, and seokmin loves him so much.

biiiig tattoo and piercing guy. he's always trying out new piercings, or leaving the studio with a fresh piece of ink, so on. if you're wanting one of either but are hesitant, he will 100% hype you up.

he has been diagnosed with ptsd, panic disorder and depression, and is on medication for them.

he's an extremely private person — if you've been to his apartment, you're lucky and he trusts you, as he's reasonably hesitant to let people inside of his home.

despite his dark past and quiet, slightly, standoffish demeanour, seokmin tries to put on a brave face and be kind. he's not an asshole by any means, he's a complete sweetheart (and even goofs off with the right people), but it's probably clear to just about anyone that he's been through a lot.

when he's in public or otherwise out of the confines of his apartment, he pretty much always has on a black face mask, it helps his anxiety a lot.

someone needs to take this man clothing shopping for some COLOUR. his wardrobe only consists of black clothes and combat boots (i get it i really do).

NOTE

seokmin is a revamped version of one of my first muses and i'm very excited to play/develop him here with all of you !! i'll come back to this post and link things like his stats, pinterest, connections/wanted plots and the like when they're ready. come plot with us !!

#anchorintro #death tw #murder tw #kidnapping tw #abuse tw #mental illness tw

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bejihun · 2 years

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starter for @beyuji

why did his job always have him working the latest hours possible? sure, someone had to work part of the nightshift, but why did it have to be him? then again, if his boss were to ever pull him aside and ask him which type of shifts he’d prefer to work, jihun wouldn’t even hesitate to answer that, in a perfect world, he wouldn’t be working at the convenience store at all. while such an exchange probably wouldn’t end well, he still couldn’t help but imagine the scenario play out in his head and let out a dumb chuckle. it helped the dull work hours go by.

but not quickly enough. slumped over the front counter, he lets out a dramatic sigh. would complaining make his shift go by any quicker? probably not, but there had to be something that would. and just like an answer to his prayers, the electric ding of the door opening for a customer made him sit back up in his chair. while he may not have learned your name yet, it only took him a few seconds to recognize you as one of his favorite customers. not that the competition was very fierce. there were only two factors that made a customer turn into one of his favorites: if they were a pretty girl or someone who barely spent any time inside the store at all.

watching as you make your way down one of the small aisles, jihun wastes no time in springing up from his chair. with a sly grin, he grabs a small pack of chips and quickly walks into the next aisle over. he always joked about not needing to use the ladder thanks to his height, but it would prove to be useful for his ‘genius’ idea. climbing to the top of the ladder, he carefully peers over into your aisle before dropping the packet of chips in your direction. “oh! we’ve got a case of wild, flying snacks! can you believe the kind of world that we live in nowadays? it’d probably be a good idea for you to stay in here for a while. i mean, it’s probably more dangerous outside.”

#jihun & yuji !#— hope this is okay ! let me know if i should change anything !

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graphitecrystals · 1 year

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I would love to see Jihun and Jordan together. The two would cause so much trouble... Imagine dumb and dumber.

I should make a way to get the two to meet sometime. As of now the two doesn’t know the other exist.

#About;Jihun #About;Jordan

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that-is-tat-o · 2 years

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I really can't handle that nice, sweet, shy person is secretly super evil trope at all lol. Is like, imagine if they made Jihun evil lol.

#If a bug could talk #beyond evil

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xoteajays · 1 year

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nari 🧣

there’s an ‘undercover lovers’ scenario in wishbone where they have to get all dolled up and nari gets to wear a pretty dress that makes jihun swoon, its my fic i get to choose the tropes! i don’t know if it’s exactly this one, but i’ve been imagining it as a black and loose/silky dress, so this is pretty close. she’d also be wearing some bits of jewellery (including the ring min hee gave her) and low heels.

send me a🧣and an oc and i’ll show you a random outfit they wear at some point in their fic.

#darth caillic #tj talks #fic: wishbone

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cassie-and-ren · 5 years

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Christmas Bias Day 5 Jihun (KNK)

Recommended Song: None

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“I shouldn’t even trust you.” Heejun smiled to you,

“I can’t believe that.” You gave him a small glare, he chuckled. “Just relax, I promise I won’t mess with you, I know this is important to you so… I’ll help as best I can.”

“Why’d have that weird pause? I shouldn’t trust you.” He went over grabbing your shoulder,

“No, I just had to think about what I was gonna say. Please let me help you.” You stared at him still worried about his redeeming quality as a maknae: to joke around a lot. Though, with the way he was looking up at you, you felt you could trust him a bit more, especially with something he knew was serious.

“Fine then, but if you do anything to screw this up I’ll-”

“I’m sure you’re going to say some threat that’s sure to put me in the hospital with just saying it, but I have to cut you off for my conditions in helping you.” You crossed your arms. “All I ask is for ₩20,000.” You narrowed your eyes. “That’s not even a lot.” He whined. (For those who may not know, this is about 15-20 USD)

“Well what are you going to use it for?”

“A christmas Present, I just need a little bit more so I can get it.” You didn’t really want to dig into his personal life so you had to believe he was really going to use it on that. It didn’t even matter if he bought some snack he would just throw away later really.

“Okay, fair enough.” You found the money before giving it to him, he snickered taking it.

“Thank you.” He sung, you rolled your eyes.

“Whatever, now you know what to do.” Heejun nodded like a boy scout, “Okay, Seungjun should be ready to go shopping with me so good luck.” Heejun once more nodded and waited for you to leave. Once he was sure you had gone he went back to his dorm and found Jihun searching something on his phone. Heejun hung over his shoulder seeing him scrolling angrily at pieces of jewelry. He scoffed,

“She won’t want that.”

“Okay, so since you know so much, what would she want?” Jihun had been trying to find you a perfect Christmas gift, one that would hopefully convey his feelings very well.

“Clothes.”

“Clothes?” He repeated, Heejun nodded.

“Yeah, I mean you could do that, ooooooorrrr you could give you a stuffed animal. She’s a sucker for those.” Jihun was considered doing something like getting a bear or something but it seemed weak for Christmas.

“Yeah, but don’t you think that’s kind of small for Christmas?” He shook his head,

“Look I just remember her telling me that she really, really wanted this one in particular from the store we went too.” Jihun perked up,

“R-really?” Heejun nodded.

“Yeah, it was some kind snail thing, I think it was a telephone or something?” (I hope someone knows what I’m talking about, lol)

“Oh, that’s from that show she watches!” Heejun nodded.

“Well since you know where it’s at can you go buy it for me?”

“Why do you want me to buy it?”

“Well this way I can keep looking for something better.” He chuckled to him,

“Well if you insist.” Jihun went over to his wallet. “I think it was about ₩50,000.” (About 45-50 USD) Jihun turned to him.

“What kind of plushie is ₩50,000?”

“It was a BIG plushie.” Jihun sighed and handed him the money, “Okay, I’ll go buy it!” He moved to leave the room.

“Wait. When you come back do you think you can look out for (Y/N)? I don’t want her seeing it until tonight.” Heejun nods.

“I’ll do my best!” Jihun smiled hoping he wasn’t kidding and he’d actually do his best. Heejun left and Jihun returned to searching for something else he liked.

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You and Seungjun were going around to various jewelry stores in hopes of finding the perfect thing.

“Okay, I know I said rings were corny but maybe I can just get him a promise ring?” Seungjun went over seeing the rings she was looking at.

“You said you wanted something that when he looked at it he’d instantly think of you, I’d lost that ring.”

“Well you’re not Jihun!”

“Yeah, but we all lose things like that.” You sighed,

“Then back to the bracelets?”

“Why not a necklace?” He offered.

“Because, I can’t think of what to put on it.” You both went over to the necklaces on display,

“What about your name?”

“No, I hate those. I mean they just confuse me, if you bought the thing for another person why would you have your name on it?” Your logic made Seungjun laugh.

“Oh, then get the best of both worlds: the ring and the necklace!” He seemed impressed with his choice, you hadn't thought of it because you really wanted to get something alone, but hearing his suggestion it made a lot of sense.

“Well if I do that I want the ring to be plain, but with engravings.”

“Can you afford this?” You nod,

“Yeah, I saved up for this so I have enough.” Seungjun nodded and you went to select the ring and chain.

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By the time you were all done with what you needed to do, you found Jihun and asked him to meet you in the practice room. He hadn't found anything else so he decided to just go with Heejun’s suggestion.

Jihun found you and saw you more dressed up than usual. You were still as beautiful as usual to him, but even more so today. Meeting you tonight he tried to dress a bit better as well, but he didn't know how well he looked compared to you. Seeing him you smiled and met halfway to him.

“Hey Jihun.” He smiled to you, “Um, do you have any plans for tonight?” He shook his head, with it being Christmas Eve there were sure to be people out and about ready to celebrate Christmas the minute it turned. Jihun chuckled to that.

“No, do you?”

“I’m here, does it look like I do?” He smiled, you both remained this way until you spoke again. “Jihun, I wanted to give you a gift for Christmas.”

“Really? What is it?”

“Well, a part of it is inside the practice room.”

“Then lead the way.” You smiled going to open the door. With the light peeking out at the bottom Jihun had only expected something amazing through the door. It was amazing. So amazing that you had tripped over it going in the room.

“(Y/N) are you okay?” The whole rest of the room was dark, so Jihun found the light and turned it only only to find the practice room he was used to. You got up and nearly blew a fuse. What you had tripped on were some lights that were crudely pushed under the door and plugged in by a long extension cord. There were only about twenty light there.

“I’m going to kill Heejun!” Jihun touched you.

“Wait a sec. Calm down. What we're going to give me?”

“Well it certainly wasn’t one string of lights! I-I had planned for this whole room to be like something out a movie, with lights all over the place and it looking really pretty. But because of work I haven't been able to do anything so I asked Heejun to do it for me… I wasn’t even asking for a lot he could just just put lights on the floor and roof and I’d be happy.” You sighed loudly.

“Well I appreciate the thought.” You looked to him,

“I don’t, I mean he ruined my chance to really surprise you.” You gave into disappointment, “I can’t even find my gift. I decided to just come in here happy and tell you about it and find it later but-”

“You got me a gift?” You nod, Jihun smiled. “(Y/N) Hey don’t sweat it, I mean I’m not sure about this room, but if you bought it it’s sure to be around here somewhere.” You looked at him as his optimism help you a bit. He moved to go over to the door on the other side of the practice room. “Besides don’t feel bad that Heejun didn’t help you, I had help from him too.” He took your hands walking you over to the door. Jihun was nervous to even do this since he hadn't personally thought of the gift, but he had nothing to lose and he was right. There was nothing to lose.

“Jihun… I think Heejun did us the same.” Heejun had explained that he hid the stuffed animal inside the closet, so Jihun was more than ready to present it to you. Instead he was greeted, along with you, to a stuffed bear he could have gotten for free at a hot dog stand. Just then you went up to it.

“No… Heejun you’re so dead.”

“What is it?”

“My gift is on yours.” Jihun saw that the only thing that was on it was a rose gold ring with a matching chain looped through it. You took it off the bear and held it in your hand.

“Well, there’s no point in a build up… Merry Christmas Jihun!” You presented it to him, “By the way, there’s something on there too.” Jihun turned the ring in his finger and found engravings on the inside. He read it aloud:

”My love My hope My Jihun” Jihun didn’t look up for a while, after a few seconds you thought he didn’t like it.

“I-If you don’t like it then just say so.” He looked up smiling.

“No, I love it!” You blinked up to him, “I mean… how much was this?” You shook your head a sign you weren't going to tell. He chuckled and handed you the bear.

“(Y/N) I… I really hope I’m getting your message right because I feel the same way.” You stared at him. “I mean I had hoped to get you something you really loved and then tell you: if you like that then you’d love me.” At him saying that you laughed a bit. “I’m serious (Y/N)!”

“I can tell… but seriously? A corny line like that?” He smiled to you.

“But I really mean what I said. I had hoped you could love me the same you do the things you’re into.” You got closer and touched his hand.

“Corny lines aside… I think we both got what we were looking for.” You stared up into his eyes, Jihun returned the gaze and the world seemed to disappear for a moment. When you came back, you took the necklace from his hands and asked him to lean over so you could put it on. While you were doing so you spoke.

“As much as I would love to just spend the rest of tonight with you I think Heejun deserves some thanks from us.” Jihun chuckled.

“I’m glad that we agree.”

#kim jihun #knk jihun #jihun x reader #jihun imagine #knk #christmas bias

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sunshinechii-scenarios · 6 years

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Hades, King of the Underworld and Wealth

Jihun ✿ For @justsomekpopstuff ✿ Chii ✿ Masterlist!

I DO NOT OWN ANY THE PHOTOS but please don’t claim moodboard as your own and please don’t do anything with it without my permission. If you don’t want it happening to you, don’t do it to others.

#oof #i missed class today again #ugh #rip math supplement #o well #jihun imagine #jihun moodboard #jihun scenario #knk imagines #knk moodboard #knk scenarios #My fav wine aunt <3 #mutuals project

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isitkpop · 6 years

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Music Producer!Jihun as your Boyfriend

Request: @milkteafairy-hyeri asked: Hi!! I love your Jihoon barista AU! It's so cute! So can I request a bullet scenario where Jihoon and his s/o are rival producer but eventually became lovers? Thank yiu!

Thanks for liking it! Sorry it took me so long to do this. I was trying to figure out how I could write this and then Thanksgiving holiday came up but now I’m in a writing mood. Sooo....here we go!

He’s a genius at what he does and everybody is always wanting him to write their next comeback.

But he’s very picky and only writes for certain groups who are worthy of his music

Like no joke...like he only writes for groups that have at least won an award already or something.

The public doesn’t really know his real name or anything.

He kind of remind everybody of a NEET but HE ISN’T he’s just not out a lot

You on the other hand is a genius too

But you write for groups who are worthy too but for COMPLETELY different reasons

You only write for groups who are determined to win their next comeback

It’s like you write music that brings out the groups strength you know?

EVERYBODY knows about you but it’snot like you enjoy the publicity...it’s more like it just kind of happened after his one group you write for at the very beginning of your job stated your name and brought you out for everybody to see what you look like

But no one follows you or anything but every once in a while you’ll get the occasional fan who would come up to you wandering if they could get your autograph and a picture

And Jihun hates it...

He hates your motives and how you work basically and your views of writing for groups

But truth is...and he doesn’t know it yet...he finds it motivating and admirable...but save this thought for later!

You also...hate Jihun’s views and his work and such...but you know your reason and it’s because you find him a bit arrogant and wayyyy to picky and needs to lighten up a bit because you know he would be a good producer if he just wouldn’t be such a picky person.

Both of your offices are right across from each other by the way!

Did I also mention that you both have a large window across from each other too so you’re both constantly seeing each other too

Did I also mention that you both was offered to write a song together for a group that wanted both of you??

So now you’re both sitting in front of the windows while glaring at each other and thinking to yourselves about why this had to happen and with you??

You decided to communicate through writing on paper because he is soooo not worth messaging or even talking to verbally

“I seriously don’t want to work with your arrogant ass.”

And Jihun’s writes back “Me either. You’re way too lose minded. No wander way your songs suck.”

You slam down your notebook and hit the mic button that’s a direct line to his office and yell into the mic about how he wants to say that again

And Jihun’s like covering his ear while glaring at you and hits his button “Your. Songs. SUCKS. ASS!”

And the group that wants you both to write their song is walking down the hall and stops at the windows as you and Jihun glare at each other without a care in the world

And the group....let’s say that it’s Pristin...they’re all sighing because they know that you and Jihun are totally into each other but mistaking it for hatred and shit like that and so they smile at you both and start talking about all the subtlety cute things you both do when you’re both ‘arguing’ and fan girling about it

You and Jihun sits back down in yall’s chair and still glare at each other and then Jihun hits the button and is like ‘Fine. Looks like we will have to work together anyways. But I don’t they’re worthy of my music but it looks like I have no choice.’

And you’re like “THEY HAVE DETERMINATION! I know they can win this next comeback you rude shit.”

And he sighs and told you that he will work with you but only if you’re in his studio because he would rather die than be in yours

So the next day he’s already in his studio but you walk in and you’re like “Holy shit! What kind of equipment do you have? Is this the latest model?”

And you’re eyes are sparkling and you’re looking at his equipment with a cute face and he’s in his chair just staring at you because he’s never seen you make that face before and nearly has a heart attack when you look at him and glare at him “What are you staring at you pervert?”

Jihun glares back and just turns his chair around to make sure you don’t see his SLIGHT blush and basically insults you with “A good for nothing producer.”

“You wanna say that to my face this time?”

And he’s turning around and get’s ready to say it again but Pristin and the company director walks in and interrupts you both and they’re all surprised tat you’re in Jihun’s office in the first place but Nayoung is like “You both finally decided to work together? That’s great! We’re going to rock this comeback this time girls!”

And you catch Jihun frowning because you know that he’s thinking that it’snot going to happen and you might just want to smack that damn frown off his ugly ass face after they leave

And when they do Jihun pulls up another chair and tells you to sit and gives you a notebook and a pen and crosses his leg and is like “Let’s both write down some themes and compare yeah?”

You agree and start writing but like halfway you look up and see Jihun’s concetrated face and it’s cute and handsome.

Especially when he places the top of the pen up against his lips and has this lost in thought look on his face

But you’re a blushing mess after he looks up and catches you staring at him and basically scolds you for not staying focused and writing some stuff down

You’re both comparing themes and brought it all down to five themes and then decide on three and decided to combine them all together and then leave for the day

Surprise Surprise...apparently you and Jihun lives in the same apartment complex AND your rooms are side by side but never knew until now because you both leave at different times and stuff like that

You both want to die because now you both know where each other lives and it just HAD TO BE THE SAME BUILDING AS THAT JACKASS

But you’re both laying in you own beds

Jihun’s thinking back on the look on your face at admiring his equipment and you’re thinking about his cute face of concentration but you both catches yourselves and scolds yourself

But the next day it’s kind of awkward because you’re both hoping that you’re not catching onto their thoughts they had about each other

Literally went on like this for like the rest of the week

You're both not talking as much or better yet arguing and Pristin is like...something is weird about them

You were in charge of the lyrics while he creates the actual music

And about a month later of awkwardness and hard work you both finally got the song draft made and you both sung the parts for the girls to hear the whole thing

But before they listen to it, you’re both in his studio listening to the song

And you’re like...damn this is good and fun and bouncy. It totally brings out the girls personality and it fits their image

And Jihun is thinking that you’re lyrics brings out each of their strengths and how the lyrics flow extremely well together.

But you both rather die than tell each other that

So after the girls finish filming the amazing M/V and it’s getting closer for them to perform it on MCountdown you and Jihun are starting to get nervous and Jinhun breaks down honestly and you’re surprised because he’s usually composed with no sign of weaknesses

And you go to find him and he’s sitting on the floor against the wall hugging his knees and you go up beside him and you can tell he tensed up

You asked if he’s okay and he’s like “I’m not. I’m so nervous that they might mess up and I really don’t want that to happen to them and we worked so hard on this song together and I don’t want to see it flop.”

“Hey now. That’s no way for a genius producer to think. You’re amazing! And your music you write is sooo good! And the song we both write WILL win! This is not like you at all Jihun! What happened to the guy who always told me that my music sucked ass and to quite huh?”

“It’s not true. You’re music is sooo much better. You bring out the best in everybody and it beats me on how you do it. Even when you’ve never met the group you still managed to bring out their strengths. So no...you’re music doesn’t suck ass because you’re wayy too good for that.”

“Holy shit...I’m totally done for.”

And Jihun realizes what he just said and he’s blushing and starting to sweat because what did you mean done for??

He’s look at you now and you’re looking away because you know if you look at him your heart is going to beat your chest to death and just fall deeper for him and Jihun grabs your hand and you’re looking at him and dammit!!

He kisses you and it’s amazing and you’re wide eyed and he pulls back and smiles at you and flicks you on the forehead and you’re like “What was that for?”

“Because you’re wayyy too cute when you look like you’ve just been kissed by your boyfriend.”

“How dare you! I’m going to sooo create a song that will beat your ass next time.”

He stops and looks over at you and is like “I know you will babe!”

And Pristin just happen to have accidentally been eavesdropping and they’re totally fan girling over you guys as you both walk back to the stage smiling at each while arguing at the same time by the way.

#kpoptrashtag #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #svt imagines #svt scenarios #woozi imagine #woozi scenario #jihun imagine #jihun scenario #jihoon imagine #jihoon scenario #woozi #jihun #jihoon #seventeen #svt

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