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lushta1es0nm3 · 3 months

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Bad Liar

Pairing: Bang Chan x reader

Summary: You can try to hide it, but only for so long. 💋

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. 😊

“You’re late!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You replied as you walked into the staff meeting with your head hung low. You were tired and stressed the fuck out, you didn’t sleep well last night and the culprit as to why was standing across the room.

The meeting ended and you were heading out the door, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned and looked Bang Chan in the face. You sighed and rolled your eyes as he smirked, following you out and into the hallway.

“I still don’t like you.” You stated right out.

“Right, keep telling yourself that.” He replied with his hands in his pocket’s looking down at you.

You huffed “Don’t you have practice-”

“I’m done with practice,” he cut you off.

“You’re not spending the night at my house.” You stated with a whisper so no one else could hear.

“You can’t stop me,” he whispered, “Y/B/N gave me the passcode and told me to come over and play whenever I had time.”

You swore calling your brother a little motherfucker before turning to walk away, “Quit looking at my ass.” You commented knowing he was looking.

You succeeded and disappearing from his sight, you could feel his eyes watching. You pulled out your phone sending your brother few choice words. Well, bitch, your brother came to the company a few weeks ago to give you something but he ended running into Bang Chan.

Let’s just say, your kid brother was excited as fuck to meet his idol and invited him over after telling him that you were his sister. Not knowing that you had unsolicited beef with Bang Chan. Imagine your surprise one late night when you stepped out of your bedroom, in your booty shorts, bra-less and in a thin crop top, to get a snack. And the first thing you run into is Bang Chan coming out of the bathroom. The hallway was dark, you’d walked right into him and he caught you……well he accidentally caught a handful of your ass. But nonetheless he caught you, keeping you from falling.

You swung and slapped him thinking it was an intruder because you could hear your brother talking loudly to the game in his room. So it couldn’t be him. Bang Chan let out an ouch and issued a low comment about you being soft but feisty. He knew it was you, and when he said what he said you knew it was him. You found the hallway light and turned it on, being met with the sight of Bang Chan looking you up and down while holding the cheek you just slapped.

“The fuck are you doing here?” You asked.

He was still eyeing you as he explained why and how, he even went so far as to tell you he’d been there multiple times and has caught glimpses of you walking around unaware of his presence. You called him a pervert and he scoffed with a smirk. And further explained that your kid brother told him to ignore you while at home because you always dressed like that and you were either always hiding in room unless it was food related or something serious.

Let’s just say, you burst into your brothers room dragging Bang Chan with you, by his shirt might I add. Your brother threw a pillow at you and said something about clothes when his friends were over. You were confused for a second and was later informed, after much going back and forth between you and your brother that other members hand been over. You instantly kicked Bang Chan out because of the shit eating grin on his face followed by random comments. But that didn’t help anything because now, you’d come home some days and see Bang Chan and/or other members on the couch in the living room watching tv, hanging out or playing video games with your brother.

You gave up on walking around damn near nude, because you never knew who you’d run into. The irony of all of this was that no one knew about the beef between you and Bang Chan. He himself didn’t know why you hated him so much, all he knew was one day, after practicing for hours. You looked at him and said “I don’t like you, I wanna fight, you get on my nerves.”

Confusion over his face as he asked why and your answer “because, I just do. With all due respect fuck you.”

He issued a freaky statement, that made you unconscious blush. Which for the most part didn’t help with shit. It was at that moment, he started doing little things to get your attention and to get on your nerves or he’d say something that would make your face flush crimson, resulting in you flipping him off while telling him he’s not funny or cute.

Your brother was unknowingly helping him achieve that. But that all changed a few nights ago, you came home drunk, Bang Chan was staying the night, it was very late. Your brother told him to stay the night saying you wouldn’t mind, since you knew how hard he worked.

You arrived home, not knowing this and since you were met with silence, you thought you were free to start stripping out of your clothes as you headed to your bedroom. Bang Chan was coming from the kitchen with a snack aiming to get some sleep, when you tossed your shirt down, pants and socks were long gone by now.

Bang Chan called your name with a mouth full of the snack cake he was eating, just as you took off your bra. You turned around and strolled up to him and grabbed his arm. He tried to shove you back but failed the moment you hugged him bra less and looked up at him. He was slightly turned on by this, but he knew you were tipsy and clearly in a in an ‘I don’t give a fuck type of mood.’

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He questioned trying to keep an unimpressed expression as he took the last bite of the snack cake.

“You,” you replied without a thought, “since I you’ve been coming over here, I can’t stroll around half naked at night. While he’s asleep, nor can I sleep properly knowing you are in here. This is your fault,” your arms made their way around his neck, “come on, I’m tired and your arms look cuddly as fuck.”

“Put on some clothes.” Bang Chan ordered swallowing the cake and raising an eyebrow.

You rolled your eyes, “This is why I wanna fight you,” you commented, “stop looking at me like that.”

He gave you a very confused look, too busy tryna figure out what the fuck you meant. You dragged him to your room and plopped him down on your bed and laid down on him, after pecking his lips. The man was stunned, as you swung your legs around him.

“You are violating me right now Y/N.” He commented.

“You have a hard on,” you blunted out with your eyes closed, “so stop pretending you don’t want to squeeze my ass.”

“You’re a real-,”

You cut him off by placing one of his hands on your ass and shushing him. He grumbled out some words, confused on how to take all of it. But let’s just say, he did a few touches here and a caresses there which lead to Bang Chan spreading you like butter. Morning came and you were alone as you recalled everything you did that night. Mentally kicking your own ass for doing what you did, but the icing on the cake was the picture Bang Chan sent you. It was of you and him cuddled up after. Followed by a video of a make out session. When you finally saw him, screamed at him and tried to make him delete it, but he wasn’t budging.

That was two weeks ago, now whenever he saw you at the company, he’d give you a look and when you were home, he’d pull you into him, intimately and try to kiss you. Succeeding the majority of the time. You still swore up and down that you still didn’t like him.

Today was a rough one, avoiding Mr. Bang Chan was easier said than done. He was constantly teasing you and wherever you thought he wouldn’t be in a place he was there. Only making you think something was really wrong with him, you even slipped up and called him a perverted psycho in front of other staff. He played it off as a joke and they fell for it.

Leaving the company with a sigh, it was getting late you called your kid brother and asked him if he wanted something to eat, but he didn’t answer, meaning he was asleep. You reached into your bag for your headphones, wanting to listen to music on your way home and realized they weren’t there. You quickly recalling where you last used them, you spun on your heels and went back inside. It was quiet, everyone was at home, or so you thought.

You walked into the practice room to retrieve your goods and was meet with Bang Chan practicing the choreography for the next comeback. He instantly spotted you in the large mirror and stopped. He cut the music off and called out to you just as you reached the door to leave.

You turned around and looked at him with a small sigh, he gestured for you to come over to him and you just stared at him. He called your name again telling you to come over. You did, stopping a few feet away from him you asked what he wanted.

He abruptly hugged you, covering you in his sweat. You shrieked and started trying to fight your way out of his arms. After a bit of wrestling, he finally let you go.

“Ban-Christopher,” you cried out, “you fucking stink!”

“Now, you stink too,” he replied laughing at your expression, “I had to mark you before letting you leave.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” You aspirated, “marking is fine but not that kind of marking.”

“What kind are you talking about then,” he questioned walking towards you, “this kind?” He grabbed you yet again and picked a spot on your neck and issuing a hickey.

You yelped and squirmed before letting out an unsolicited giggle, “stop Chris, that tickles. You pervert!”

He finally let you go and looked at his handy work with a smirk, “That color suits you love.”

“I’m not your love,” you pointed a finger at him as you rushed over to the giant mirror to assess the damages, “what is wrong you?!”

“I like it, so I marked it.” He shrugged

“I don’t like you.” You replied, you went to turn and look at him in the face. But the moment you did, he’d pinned you against the mirror.

“Y/N,” he started slowly as he began pecking your lips between words, “I’m frustrated.”

“I’m not…..” you trailed off at the end, feeling hot as usual whenever did this.

“Dance with me.” He offered.

“I can’t dance.” You responded, he gave you a look before burying his face in your neck, “you stink, but what’s really bothering you?” You asked as he took a few deep breath and let you go.

“Everything and nothing.” He replied with a sigh, he looked at you and smiled a little, “come on, I could teach you a few moves.”

“Ha, bullshit,” you scoffed, all the while you could see something was really bothering him and he wasn’t going to tell you. Even if you asked him persistently, “I’ll dance with you,” you started, “but only for a few minutes. Y/B/N is at home by himself,” you started walking towards him, “I don’t know if you noticed but he can’t be left alone for too long.”

Bang Chan let out a low laugh watching as you stood beside him, readying yourself in a dance position. He looked at you through the mirror and laughed at you, he immediately started correcting your posture. After which he taught you easy steps. It was all good until, he made a remark that made you flip him off and say you’re leaving. A game of chase took place, which lead to play fighting. Eventually, he caught you in a back hug and spun you around.

“Can you please release me,” you huffed out of breath, “you stink…..we stink.” You complained

He stopped, still holding you, swaying back and forth slowly, while he burrowed his face into your neck and took a few deep breaths. He was quiet, you started to wonder what was wrong. Than you recalled somethings that were said about him and the other members. You’d overheard them in passing, you blew it off earlier, but now you wish you hadn’t have.

“Stop being sappy,” you started, “you’re doing a wonderful job. If anyone says anything bad about you, send them to me. I’m the only one who can diss your existence.”

He scoffed but said nothing, “Bang Chan,” you started again, “I can tolerate this for only so long.” You started to squirm again earning a laugh from him.

“What are you a worm?” Bang Chan asked letting you go finally.

“Hey, you’re the one with the big forehead.” You pointed.

He smacked his lips and chased you a little, he caught you again. This time, he back you up against the wall. You rolled your eyes as you looked up at him. He cupped your face with both hands and kissed you. Gently and earnestly, might I add. Your hands founds his hands after a few moments and pulled away.

Bang Chan rested his sweaty forehead against yours, “I still don’t like you.” You remarked out of breath.

“I don’t care,” he replied without a thought, “you’re actions say otherwise.” He kissed you again more eager this time.

“You make me sick.” You commented, feeling your face grow hotter and hotter.

“You’re such a bad liar,” he stated lifting you up by both your legs and holding you up by your thighs,“I know you want me to fuck you again.”

“Ha,” you scoffed between kisses, “as if, in your dreams.”

“You little liar,” Bang Chan smirked, “you want to be my fucked out slut. That’s why you hate me. You fucking brat.”

“Is that so,” you scoffed, throwing your head back and letting him eat at your neck, “I feel you through your sweats.”

“Good, sweetheart, ” Bang Chan let you down and grabbed your hand, he quickly began pulling you with him out of the practice room, “let’s go somewhere with more privacy.”

Neither of you said a word as he dragged you to his studio. Where he tossed you on the small couch and locked the door. And it didn’t take long for you both to get down to nothing but your underwear. It was hot so quickly that neither of you cared to breath as you kissed each other and felt up each others flames.

It was Bang Chan who pulled away finally, he freed his hard cock as he kissed your neck, he muttered a soft fuck as he pushed your panties to the side and began rubbing your clit.

“Damn,” he mumbled, “you’re so wet.”

He couldn’t take it anymore and began rubbing his cock against your folds before entering you slowly, causing a low whimper to escape your lips. Bang Chan took one of your breast into his mouth as he started to thrust into you deep and slow. Rocking your body at an even motion as he held you by your waist to keep you from moving away from. Because with each deep thrust, you clenched around him, driving him mad.

“I love that face,” he remarked after he pulled away, “bite your lip for me.”

You did as told rolling your eyes and he speed up a little, still going deep and hard. Your head fell backwards when he began rubbing your clit again as he fucked you.

“Fuck you...” you whimpered out softly, fondling your breast as you looked up at him.

Bang Chan scoffed and pulled you closer, holding you chest to chest. He looked you in your eyes and smirked inches away from your face, “Open,” he ordered. You shook your head no, biting your lip, like the defiant and disrespectful brat that you are.

His thrusted into deep and harsh, making you gasp as your stomach clinched due to the sudden movement. Opening your mouth to him, now, he gripped your chin and began kissing you harshly. All the while fucking you harder, making your legs tremble and your walls clench.

He abruptly pulled out causing a whimper to escape your lips, you were almost there. And now you were frustrated by his absolute denial to allow you to cum. Aiming to do it yourself, distracted now completely as you began rubbing your own clit.

The moment you threw your head back as you pleased yourself. You felt his hands stop you, he held both your hands together with one of his hands. He scoffed at the state you were in, the needy, slutty look in your eyes made him smirk.

“I don’t remember saying you could finish, love” he stated. You looked at him through pleading eyes, and noticed him holding his phone.

“I’m not your love, you fuc-,” You started but stopped with a whimper as Bang Chan had again buried his hard cock into your tight folds. hands free this time.

“What were you saying,” he taunted as he began fucking you painstakingly slow. You whimpered out a soft, please. Earning a scoff from him, “look at the camera,” he ordered you going deep and watching as your breath hitched when he hit the right spot.

“Please,” you moaned out, with a shaky breath, “fuck me, you’re so thick.” You pleaded.

“Why,” he asked sadistically mocking you as he keep thrusting into you slow, “if I let you cum will you stop being a brat love?”

Tears began to fall as you issued a “fuck you,” through your soft moans.

Bad move because he pounded into you a few times making you yelp and quiver with pleasure from the sudden movement, “Tell, the truth,” he ordered calmly fucking into you slow and deep again, “what’s your issue, you want me don’t you?”

“Mmh,” you began to form words through your soft moans, “mmh, yes..Mmh, fuck.” You answered honestly sounding out of breath.

“Then be my bratty little slut.” He bargained a sadistic smirk on his face.

“No,” you let out, throwing your head back, “I’m no one’s slut.”

“Lying bitch,” he scoffed out, “I know you love taking my cock.”

“Fuck you,” you replied, “you started this,” you began spilling your guts as to why you had beef with him in the first place. Something about him gave you dom aura and you weren’t fucking with it. Amused now, he raised an eyebrow at you and slammed into you causing your body to tremble.

He stayed there buried inside of your soaking wet folds looking down at you with a daring smirk. You moaned as you began rolling your hips against him, you watched as his jaw clenched. You threw your head back thinking you were winning, until he slammed into again causing a cry to leave your lips.

“Y/N,” he began in a low tone, “look at the camera,” he ordered one last time, knowing you had folded by the way you went limp as your body shivered. You’d stopped putting up a fight, you did as told through teary eyes, “what are you?” He quizzed.

“You’re little bratty slut.” You answered wanting nothing more than to cum

“Do it properly.” He ordered grinding into you, adding pressure and causing your breath to hitch and your chest to rise and fall rapidly as your legs began to try and close up, “open your legs and do say it properly.” He reiterated grinding into you again.

“I’m Bang Chan’s little slut,” you whimpered out, he gave you a look and you continued, “I’m his- Christopher’s brat.”

“You made that so hard love,” he pulled out and slammed into you again.

“Fuck you,” you moaned, “this is why I hate you.”

“No, darling,” he scoffed as he finally let go of your hands, “you hate me because you’re a very bad fucking brat. Like a smart brat, you knew that I could put you in your place, now be a good girl,” he gripped your chin, and kissed you, making sure to get it on camera before cutting it off and tossing it to side.

“What are you going to do with that?” You asked wearily as his hand found your waist as he kissed at your neck again.

“It’s evidence, for my eyes only,” he spoke while he began thrusting into you at an even pace, “now, be a good slut,” he growled, “shut up and take my cock.”

You wanted to protest but you couldn’t get a word out as he fucked you deeper and rubbed your clit in rhythm to his thrust. Your walls soon began to clench and your legs began to shake as bliss washed over you. Bang Chan stopped, he kissed and ate at your neck and lips until you were done creaming all over him.

He’d become gentle again, as he started back fucking you. In no time, his hands found your thighs, where his grip tightened and the veins in his hands became more prominent. He held your legs wide open by your knees and began pounding away. Causing your body to jump with every thrust, you began to rub circles on you clit, and just as you felt yourself creaming for a second time.

Bang Chan slammed into you harshly a few times as he began to cum. He low grunt emitted from his throat, and his hips bucked as he filled up you. Draining his cock of every drop, he cupped your face, kissing and caressing you until both of you were done and fucked out. He pulled out after a few moments, and looked down at his handy work with a breathy smirk.

He buried his face in you neck and began laying marks in strategic places. Earning a huff from you as your body reacted to his touch. He won and you couldn’t fight it, he called you out on the red carpet. Fuck, well, that’s one way to squash a unsolicited beef……

A few months later, you were rushing about your day as normal. On the phone running errands, when you breezed past the practice room. Bang Chan spotted you, they were taking a break after being at it all morning.

You guys hadn’t seen each other today and had only spoken to each other over texts. So that being said, when he spotted you with your hair pulled into a low bun, wearing black jeans and a white crop top, he almost choked. Not because of what you were wearing, you looked hot, but because the large hickies he laid on your neck, waist and side a few nights before were still visible.

He swore inwardly for not thinking it through, thinking you wouldn’t wear something like that. Knowing he painted you and covered you in strategic spots. But of course you would, it was humid and you were busy.

Alas he watched as you were stopped and told to go grab the food delivery and bring it to the practice room for the members to eat. Bang Chan waited for you to appear again, and the moment you did, he coolly called your name as you set the bags of food down on the table in the corner of the room.

You looked up at him confused along with all the other members because the moment he reached you, he’d began putting one of his large shirts on you.

“What are you doing?” You asked him confusion lacing your voice.

“I don’t know, I should asking you the same thing,” He asked you, you furrowed your eyebrows, “love,” he started again, “you’re very polka dotted today.”

“First of all, I told you, don’t call me love,” you huffed, “and I don’t want to wear your shirt, it’s sweaty.”

“Little brat,” he began again lowly, stopping your from taking it off “you’re wearing it, don’t make me repeat myself, my marks are all over you. I’d love to show them off but now isn’t the time.”

You scoffed and took a step back, about to make a smart remark, but the look in his eyes told you otherwise. So instead, you rolled your eyes and earned a “What was that love?” From Bang Chan. Dropping your head, you looked down at the massive shirt that basically swallowed you whole and said nothing.

“I thought so.” He said watching your expression as you looked up at him in complete disbelief. Your phone began buzzing, you picked it up and answered it, as the person on the line gave you instructions on what was next on the list of things to do. You left as giving Bang Chan the middle finger, but not daring to take his shirt off.

Later that night, you were making your final rounds, making sure they didn’t need anything before you left. Alas you came upon the practice room again, you asked the question and got a no from everyone. Sighing to yourself, you took a step to leave but stopped. Bang Chan was standing in the doorway.

“What happened to my shirt?” He asked in an aspirated tone.

“I took it off….” You trailed off, “because I didn’t want to stain it…..” you added, trailing off again at the end.

“You’re a very bad liar.” He stated with a blank face as he lifted up the shirt he held in his hands, your face flushed, “whose sweatshirt is that?”

“Mine,” you started, “fine,” you finally admitted after glancing at him, “I stole it from Felix.”

“Do you like him,” He started, “do you like him more than me?” He added with a frown.

“No, I would never,” you admitted, “it just looked comfortable.”

“What did I do?” Felix asked making his presence known, “Y/N, I’ve been looking for that all day.” He pointed at you.

“Why do you look so upset,” Changbin asked Bang Chan, who facepalmed himself and huffed.

“Wait,” Han pointed between the two of you, he connected the dots and let out a loud gasp, “no way! With her? I thought she hated you!?”

“I knew it was going to happen eventually.” Hyunjin scoffed with a smirk.

“See this is why I didn’t want to wear your damn clothes.” You sighed at Bang Chan.

“Babe,” Bang Chan tried, “I talk about you all the time. They were going to find out anyway.”

“We can put a face to a name now,” Changbin commented, “I was wondering why all of a sudden he was hanging at your place more often.”

“Not to mention the eyes he gives you sometimes.” Felix added with a small shudder, “good job me for letting my clothes go missing…..well not like that….but you get the idea.”

“I’m going home.” You you stated, “I’ve heard enough.”

“Wait, babe, give him back his sweatshirt,” Bang Chan pointed out as he began taking the shirt off of you, “you can have one of mines.”

“I don’t want it.” You folded your arms.

“Liar,” he called you out, “you’ve got one hidden under your pillow for when you miss me.”

An eruption of laughter filled the room at your expense. You facepalmed yourself and sighed from embarrassment as the teasing began. You dismissed yourself quickly but not before your man’s a hug. He himself felt bashful for his actions and tried to stay cool. But failed, earning more teasing from the others.

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sirenscall1031 · 2 months

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Back at it again, this time the wallpapers are in honor of Milan Fashion Week and the luxury brands the boys have either collaborated with or are brand ambassador for.

Chan- Givenchy

Lee Know- Gucci

Changbin- Ferragamo

Hyunjin- Versace

Han- Tommy Hilfiger

Felix- Louis Vuitton

Seungmin- Magagrid

I.N.- Alexander McQueen

#kpop fandom #stray kids #skz stay #hwang hyunjin #hyunjin #kpop wallpaper #bang chan #christopher bang #han jisung #kim seungmin #lee felix #lee know #seo changbin #yang jeongin #fashion student #fashion week #brand ambassador #collaboration

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beautifulpersonpeach · 5 months

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I’ve been reading your blog for the better part of the year and it’s helped me rethink many things. This year was weird for me and I’ve been reflecting, I finally got courage to write this confession and I only feel comfortable sending it here. It’s okay if you post it. I think there are other people like me.

My Confession:

I’m an Orbit-Blink shooter who used to fight with an Army shooter daily until she died during the earthquakes in Turkey this year. I didn’t realize how much of my life and fan experience was tied to her until she died BPP. The way I got into shooting was through my Blink friend who introduced me to Loona when they debuted. At first I thought I was defending Loona and then defending Blackpink, but at some point shooting on its own for any reason became addicting. I would jump in on a ratio, throw insults and post gore and graphic images to people’s DMs for any small reason.

There was one Army shooter I hated because she was always there with screenshots or videos to drag Blackpink. Whenever there was a fanwar I knew I would see her there. And times when she wasn’t in the fight, I would use another account pretending to be an Army to tell her what was happening so I could rile her up to join the fight. I didn’t know it at the time but I loved fighting with her. She made me feel alive. The way she was passionate about BTS made me want to get some of that passion directed at me in any form.

Now, after months of reflecting, that’s what I realized. Because when the earthquake happened, I didn’t know she was dead. I kept checking her account for days, sending DMs from my fake Army profile, wondering why she was not replying. I even created a new scandal for Taehyung in our shooter group but she didn’t tweet. Then 2 weeks later her cousin tweeted from her account to say she died in the earthquake. BPP, it was like my whole life stopped. I became extremely depressed and dealt with extreme self loathing. I couldn’t look at any fandom fight without thinking about all the things I did to her. I hated myself and wanted to die. I went through that Armys profile and saw how her love for BTS was genuine. After months of therapy now I understand more why I acted like that, but it’s something I’ll forever be ashamed about.

In the depths of my depression I deleted Twitter, TikTok, and Instagram. After some weeks of missing what’s happening, I got Tumblr and found your blog talking about fandom behavior. In so many ways you’ve saved my life BPP. The way I was shooting was more for other shooters than Loona or Blackpink or even myself. I realize now there’s a whole subculture of kpop shooters and I think what they have is an addiction. I notice the same things with how solo stans behave. They think they’re doing it for the idols but it’s for them and other stans they’re fighting. It creates destruction. Life is short. Why spend it on something destructive?

I’ve changed everything about how I behave online. Through therapy and reading your blog, I realize people use fandom to express themselves, and if that expression is mostly negative, there’s deeper problems with that person that needs solving. Now I curate my space and avoid shooters and fanwars completely. I now focus on what I enjoy which is good lore and good music (I still enjoy a good fight but I now satisfy this need by getting engaged in Munk Debates in my city). Loona’s lore was the reason I was interested in them, so after weeks of stalking that dead Army’s profile, I learned that BTS has lore too. I fell down the BTS rabbit hole and officially became an Army on Jimin’s birthday (after reading your blog I’m now Yoonminkook biased hehe)

I’m a very new Army but an ‘old’ kpop fan and reformed shooter. I’ve committed to live a life that’s critical and compassionate. Because of how I’ve become Army, some things I’m seeing in how fans of diff fandoms act has a different meaning to me. I still struggle with shame and sometimes when I see fanwars or see solos trending hashtags and things, I remember me from what feels like long ago. I remember that Army shooter who feels like someone I owe my life to. I remember how so much is going on in the world and we could do with more kindness but people use fandom to be awful assholes. I was one such person, attimes I still have to bite my tongue. But what I do now is log off, go do something physical and positive that makes me tired, or scroll through your blog archives.

There might be people like me trying to get away from the shooter mindset and struggling because it’s hard. It’s like an addiction. I want those people to know it’s doable. Recognizing the problem is the hardest part for real so if they are at that point, it gets easier from there.

Thank you for having this blog BPP. I hope you stay here in 2024 as well.

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Happy to hear you’re in a better head space than earlier this year.

Take care of yourself. Really.

#bts #kpop #kpop fandom #fandom behaviour #BTS army #BTS fandom #bts solo stans #fandom shooters

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sanspuppet · 6 months

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seungminsbaldspot · 4 months

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New Year's with Han

Pairing: Jisung x reader

Synopsis: Celebrate the new year with Han Jisung!

Spoiler: None!

Word Count: 767

Genre: New Year’s Special!

Warnings: ONE CURSE WORD NEAR THE END; mentions of drunkenness and being high but not main characters so not that big of a deal; New Year's kiss! Partying but nothing too heavy! It’s pretty chill tbh

Note: Omg another Jisung fic! Who would have guessed?

New Year’s Eve always comes with a grand party. Not that it was fancy, no, actually it was just huge. Jisung has always had many friends, so it was pretty regular for you to be invited to one of his parties.

You have never been much of a party girl, But New Year, New You, right? This party may do you some good. So with this mindset, You set off to JIsung’s New Year’s party.

Upon arriving, you immediately regret your decision. There’s like five hundred people here, all out of their minds drunk and or high. As you look around at the chaotic scene of Jisung's New Year's Eve party, the overwhelming noise and the sea of unfamiliar faces hit you. The music is blaring, lights are flashing, and the atmosphere is thick with the scent of alcohol and excitement.

Taking a deep breath, you decide to give it a chance, reminding yourself that it's a special occasion and a time for celebration. You start by scanning the room for Jisung, hoping to find some familiar face in the midst of the crowd. As you navigate through the mass of people, you notice groups laughing, dancing, and engaging in various levels of revelry.

After some time, you finally spot Jisung in a lively group, clearly enjoying himself. As you approach, he notices you and his face lights up with a smile.

"Hey! You made it!" he exclaims, the music making it necessary to speak loudly. "How are you liking the party?"

You attempt to mask your discomfort with a smile, "It's... certainly a party, Jisung."

He chuckles, "I told you it was going to be big! Come on, let's grab a drink and join the fun."

You follow Jisung to the makeshift bar, where the chaos seems to be at its peak. The bartender hands you a drink, and you take a sip, trying to acclimate to the lively atmosphere. Jisung introduces you to some of his friends, and you find yourself engaged in conversations that gradually make you feel more at ease.

As the countdown to midnight approaches, the energy in the room intensifies. The crowd starts chanting, and Jisung pulls you into the midst of the countdown. When the clock strikes midnight, fireworks burst in the distance, and cheers erupt throughout the room. Jisung grabs your hand and pulls you into a spontaneous New Year's kiss, the excitement of the moment overcoming any reservations you had.

The kiss lingers for a moment, and as the cheers subside, Jisung looks at you with a grin. "Happy New Year!" he shouts over the remaining noise, and you can't help but smile back, the warmth of the moment melting away some of your initial discomfort.

With the formalities of midnight behind you, Jisung suggests heading to a quieter area where you can talk and enjoy the rest of the evening in a more relaxed setting. As you move away from the chaotic dance floor and towards a quieter corner, you begin to appreciate the effort Jisung put into making sure you felt included in his celebration.

Seated in a more intimate setting, the two of you continue chatting and laughing. Jisung shares stories about his friends, the wild parties he's hosted in the past, and the amusing anecdotes of his life. You find yourself opening up more, letting the atmosphere of the night and Jisung's infectious energy guide you.

Jisung grabs your hand, pulling you into a dance circle. “Let’s Dance!” He says! You could only laugh at his odd faces and the dance moves he’s pulling. Eventually, you start to dance alongside him. His energy rubbing off on you. Perhaps being this close to Jisung all of the time was good for your heart. The music becomes a backdrop to the unspoken understanding that this celebration is not just about the turning of the year but also about the shared experiences and connections that make life vibrant.

As the two of you twirl and move to the rhythm, the crowd cheers and claps, creating a shared experience of celebration and camaraderie. The dance becomes a carefree expression of the moment, and you find yourself enjoying every step and spin.

When the clock strikes the early hours of the morning, and the party begins to wind down, Jisung looks at you with a grateful smile. "Thanks for coming. I'm really glad you were here to celebrate with me." You smile, hugging him, “New Year, New us?” You mubble into his ear.

Jisung returns the hug warmly, and as you mumble into his ear, he grins, "Hell Yeah!”

it’s very last minute as New Year’s eve is tomorrow and it’s a little rushed but better late than never right??

also notes, reblogs, and feedback are always appreciated!

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whyamichemicallyimbalanced · 2 months

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Can I just post my edits on here? I might as damn well, at least the ones I am proud of.

(The watermark is my tt, shhhhh)

#stray kids #skz #seungmin #kim seungmim #hyunjin #bang chan #changbin #lee felix #lee know #han jisung #jeongin #my edit #edit #skz edits #stray kids edits #seungmin edit #kpop #kpop fandom #kpopedit

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lushta1es0nm3 · 21 days

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Accountability

Pairing: Yoo Kihyun x fem reader

Summary: “So,” he sighed, cutting you off again, “am I just a good fuck for you then?”

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Fluffy smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Also, I did not proofread any of this, I wrote a while back and was reading through my drafts and found this and decided to post it cause, why the fuck not. I miss MONSTA X. I also post with phone wallpapers I made for each storyline, feel free to use them if you like. Please, do enjoy 😊

“What the hell are you doing here?” You asked the man sitting on your couch as you clutched your chest in surprise. You’d just walked in the door, thinking you be able to think about your future.

He sighed and stood up “what do you think,” he started, “I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“For what, we’re not a couple, remember?” You cut him off with a scoff.

“All that changed when I found out.” He stated angrily.

“Found out what, Kihyun, we broke it off, a week ago-” You started

“But your pregnant, right.” He stated matter of factly cutting you off.

You froze and stared at him, “How’d I find out?” Kihyun asked the question you were thinking, “this,” he pulled out a positive pregnancy test and tossed it on the table, “I found it in the master bedroom at the condo. I went back to clean things up before selling it. Why didn’t you tell me? I had to search high and low to find you, is this why you wanted to stop? Is this why you broke it off.”

You sighed and dropped your head, “We’re not a couple, this was supposed to be a no strings attached thing. It was an accident, it wasn’t-”

“Accidentally or not,” he cut you off, “I had to find out this way. Why didn’t you tell me-,”

“Tell you for what,” you yelled, “so you can tell me to get rid of it!”

“You know me better than that,” he yelled back, you watched as tears formed in his eyes, “yes, we’ve been fucking for over a year,” a tears slipped from his eyes as he blinked and lowered his voice, “regardless of that, why didn’t you tell me, when you know I’d be glad to have a family.”

“We don’t love each other,” you stated, “we get our fill and go our separate ways.”

“That’s a lie,” he countered, “how many nights did we spend together talking without the sex? Did we not tell secrets?” He was laying down facts.

“It doesn’t matter now,” you replied, “it’s gone.”

“It’s gone?” Kihyun asked, hoping it wasn’t what he thought it was.

“I got rid of it.” You said, “I’m not ready for a kid.”

Kihyun dropped his head and fell silent, he was hurt, but deep down he knew he had to respect your decision because it was your body. He took a deep breath and decided it would be best to just leave. He took a step and almost tripped, you instinctively reached out a hand to catch him, but he snatched away from you and left without saying another word.

This, this thing that you both had was good and bad. You both stumbled upon each other by chance at a very small bar you had begun to frequent, he was alone and you. Both of you shared a drink or two and exchanged stories, which led to sleeping together. Hoping it was a one time thing, you let it go at that. But you ran into each other a few more times and then decided to just use each other as a way to find some relief in this world of madness.

Relief with no string attached, he bought the place and you both paid the extra expenses to keep this good thing going. It was so good it last well over a year. So good that after one night of drinking and talking you both went at each other with no protection. But really, the only thing you lacked, that couples shared was, the dates and introducing each other to your friends and family. Let’s or forget to mention the fact that you only meet up in the late evenings and night. But this was something hidden in plan sight.

You sighed and sat down on your couch and rested your hands in your hair for a brief moment and then reaching out and grabbing the pregnancy test off the table and placing a hand on your stomach. You lied to him, it was still with you, meaning you hadn’t made up your mind on rather or not to keep it or to get rid of it.

Another sigh passed your lips as you put the test down and stood up. This was just too much at one time for you, you were thinking, how’d he find out where you live? Neither of you had ever been to the others house, so how in the fuck did he find you? You abruptly threw the test against the wall in aggravation, shattering it into pieces. With that being enough for the night, you decided to just sleep, sleep would be the best stress relief. But sadly for you it didn’t come so easily.

To be honest, you couldn’t fall asleep properly for a week. And that was because by then you’d started the early symptoms of pregnancy. So that being said you kept it, it became her, your baby had grown to be a year old. But it wasn’t easy, the sleepless nights and constantly feeling like you weren’t a fit mother plagued you some days. But still you toughed it out and held your head up all while working to keep a steady flow of income.

That being said, today was one of those tough days, you had meetings back to back and you’d kept getting calls from your sitter, who kept saying she had to leave. But you had to complete this one last meeting before running off, for the day. It had gotten dark out, one more and your out. You took a deep breath before walking into the conference room, telling yourself it wouldn’t take long. There were only three people, plus you and your two team members and your boss. Easy right?

The moment you turned away from the board to introduce yourself, you froze at the sight of Kihyun sitting at the table glaring at you. Ah fuck, be cool sis. You cleared your throat and started the meeting as if he wasn’t there. It went smoothly because you didn’t look at him because you knew that if you did, you stumble over your words and that wouldn’t be good for anybody.

Once the meeting came to and everyone exited the conference room, spilling out into the hallway. They were conversing while you were trying to get away. The moment you began walking away from the crowd, you felt a light tap on your shoulder. You turned around, it was your sitter, she was frowning.

“Ms. Y/L/N,” she started handing you your little girl who smiled at you, “I’ve called your phone many times and you didn’t answer.”

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “I’ll pay you extra,” you promised, “I’ve had meetings all day and I left my phone at my desk.” You apologized again after she complained about being late to hang out with her friends. She still agreed to come back the next day to babysit.

You sighed after she left and looked at child with a smile, “Let’s go Ki, mommy misses you.” You tossed her in the air a little making her giggle as if it’s the funny thing in the word. You kissed her cheek and started walking back to your desk to gather your things.

On your way out of the building, you froze at the sight of Kihyun sitting waiting on you. He approached you glancing between you and the child, you knew he wanted an explanation so, you spoke first.

“Let’s go somewhere and talk.” You suggested looking at your baby and then back at him, “it’s a little chilly out here, I don’t want her to get sick.”

Kihyun nodded and followed after you, to a small cafe. He didn’t say anything, he just stared at the little girl with eyes like his. He couldn’t fix his lips to say anything, he felt that he’d cry if he did.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized, “I lied. I was lost and scared. I hurt you and I didn’t even think about your feelings at all. I was being selfish.”

“Why…….why didn’t you call me,” he started slowly, “you-,” he paused and looked away as he took at deep breath to control his emotions, “she looks just like me.” He stated the obvious. His eyes held longing.

You stood up abruptly and placed her in his lap, she immediately smiled at him and started baby babbling to him. A tear escaped his eyes as he finally smiled at his child, he apologized to her for not being there but that wasn’t his fault.

“Hi, I’m your dad.” He spoke softly as a small grin finally graced his face.

She giggled and stood up in his lap, before randomly giving giving him what was meant to be a kiss but ended up being a cheek full of baby drool. Kihyun let out a small yell as shock took over his face.

“You’re feisty.” He said looking at her with wide eyes, holding her a little distance from his face, to keep from her from doing it again, “where do we go from here?” He asked you.

“We can start slow,” you answered, “come and see her whenever you want, just let me know ahead of time.”

He agreed, you both slowly caught up that night, talking mainly about your child. At some point it felt like nothing happened as you two conversed back and forth like old times. Eventually you both parted ways, but he came by every chance he got. He wanted to see her as much as he could. And you, my dear, was fine with that.

A month turned into two and with it, you might as well say you were living together. Because somehow, Kihyun had begun to spend nights and days at your place, going so far as to leave some of his things there. Well ma’am, this was going on the third month, you woke up in a hurry. Both of you did.

Scrabbling to get dressed and ready for work, the sitter would arrive at any minute. You tossed your earrings in your purse as Kihyun fought with his necktie. He swore as you made your way over and helped him quickly. He kissed your cheek and said thanks. You paused after a second to realize what had just transpired. While Kihyun was oblivious to what he’d just done.

You opened your mouth to say something but the front door opened and your sitter walked in. You spoke to her hurriedly, trying to explain to her what was where and why, when Kihyun spoke cutting you off briefly.

“Good morning,” he greeted the sitter as he kissed the top of the babies head, “I’m leaving now honey, I’ll see you later tonight,” he spoke to you, “I’m going to be late, their so much going on. Bye.”

He full on pecked you lips before leaving, you stood there in a little shocked, the sitter grinned thinking it was cute.

“Stop that,” you told her, “we’re not together,” you explained, “what the hell is wrong with him?”

“Nothings wrong with him,” your sitter smirked, “what’s wrong with you?” She pointed and picked up your kid before walking away leaving you a little shook.

The day progressed slowly and as dinner time rolled around, you realized you’d be seeing Kihyun earlier than anticipated because your companies agreed to have a dinner gathering. I mean there was a joint project going on.

But all things were good and dandy as you sat at the large table alone scrolling on your phone looking at cute clothes to order for your baby. The chair beside you slid out and you looked up into Kihyun’s face.

“Oh that adorable.” He pointed out, taking a seat, he himself pulled his phone out to show you something he’d found, “take a look at this one,” he showed you as you leaned over to get a better look, “yellow would be so cute on her right?”

“Yes,” you answered, “adding a little bow would be to die for.” He swiped away from the item and you caught a glimpse of matching family wear. You sighed before speaking, it was just the two of sitting at the table anyway, “Kihyun,” you called his name and he looked at you curiously, “why’d you kiss me this morning?”

He thought for a second, “I don’t remember kissing you.” He honestly replied with a small shake of his head.

You were about to speak but was cut off by the sudden chatter of the others coming to join. You smiled and so did he but he didn’t miss the look of pure annoyance when a guy you work with made an appearance. He wasn’t working on the project so why was he there? To make matters worse, he sat next to you and Kihyun didn’t miss you rolling your eyes and letting out a low huff.

Halfway through dinner, when everyone was talking about dating, for some fucking reason. Your coworkers brought up the fact that you and said annoying coworker were both single. It was as if they were trying to hook you up with him. But as if on cue, Kihyuns coworkers also pointed out him and another guy being single and asked you which of the men you’d pick.

“I have a whole cute little baby girl,” you smartly answered, “I don’t think any one can top that.”

The table erupted with laughter, but the question was reiterated, almost as if they were pressing for an answer. But none came, so everyone went back to chatting about whatever. It was almost over when you let out a small sigh. As you did, Kihyun put his cup down after drinking from it, he got a little food on his sleeve.

Now bitch, as if on instinct, you reached over and started cleaning his sleeve with a paper towel. He smirked as you two started exchanging whispers. You made a remark about your child being clumsy and he giggled before saying that she got it from you. After a small bit of playful back and forth, you felt a tap on your shoulder, with that, your smile dropped as you turned to see what your coworker wanted.

“What’s so funny?” He asked looking between the two of you, “do you two know each other?” He added when he saw the look on both your faces.

“None of your business.” You answered coldly.

He smirked “Don’t be like that Y/N, you know how I feel about you.” He added.

You rolled your eyes, “I’ve told you no multiple times.” You flat out rejected him.

He sighed and went to speak, but you stood up and excused yourself to the restroom. Or more like to get some air, outside you stood taking a deep breath. The sudden presence beside was only one person.

“Are you alright?” Kihyun asked taking in your tired demeanor.

“I’m fine,” You replied, “I just wanna go home to our little cutie.” You looked at him and smiled a little.

“Honey,” he called you sweetly and unknowingly as pulled you into a hug, “the day will be done in no time, it’s almost over.”

“You just did it again.” You remarked pulling away from him.

He looked at you and for a second as shock took over his face, he apologized. Just as he did, your coworker appeared, he completely ignored Kihyun as he spoke directly to you.

“Are you okay,” he asked, “I don’t want anyone bothering the things I like.”

“Funny,” you huffed, “bye.”

You walked away and went back inside, after sometime of drinking a little bit, you could finally go home. But good old Kihyun offered you a ride in his car because, I mean of course you weren’t driving in that state. Him being caring and looking good while he was doing so brought back memories and with memories came feelings….the feelings brought up a flame, that you thought was put out and away. But no, this flame had begun to burn.

So imagine Kihyun’s expression when he tried to get you into his to take you home. You stopped him and pulled him closer by his tie and took a deep breath. Damn he smelled good.

“Y/N,” he bargained, “stop, this isn’t fair.”

“Why not,” you urged as one of your legs slowly moved up and around his waist, “you want it, just as much as I do,” your hand wrapped around his neck, pulling him even closer as you whispered in his ear, “I’ve missed you, I still remember everything about you. Especially your touch, please, burn me up, like only you know how.”

By now, he’d pulled away enough to lock eyes with you. So close to his lips and wanting so bad to taste them, you kissed him gently, but quickly.

“Y/N, you always like to tease,” he stated, by his tone, you knew he had folded, but he was holding back, “now isn’t the place for this.”

You scoffed and pulled away from him, opening the door to the back seat, you pulled him inside like some kind of alluring sagacious succubus. Once the door closed, you climbed on top of him and embraced him in a kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

It didn’t take but a moment for Kihyuns hands to find your bra and undo it. He took off easily as he felt you up and down leaving no parts of you untouched. His hands cup your face he kissed you gently, damn you both were in a trance.

“Why are you doing this to me?” Kihyun muttered pulling away to get some air.

But you didn’t want to breathe, so you instead kissed his neck while his hands played in your hair. You began began to grind on him, feeling how hard he was through his pants, that had long since become uncomfortably tight. You wanted it, you wanted to feel him and experience his sinfulness.

You took it upon yourself to pull his member out and push your panties to the side. You slipped down onto him and let out a soft moan and a whimper. Fuck you missed him you thought as you buried your face into his neck again as his hands found your waist. He let out low grunts as you rode him steady and slow.

Damn you hadn’t been this needy in a long ass time. You let out a shaky “fuck,” you were so tight around him as he filled up. Your legs trembled the moment you felt his grip on your waist tighten as he started fucking up into you.

You wanted to let out a loud moan but stopped yourself by covering your mouth, luckily Kihyun pulled you into a kiss and slowed down his pace just in time. Outside, a group of people were walking and stopped at a car nearby.

Kihyun’s hand found the back of neck, he pulled away as he kept bouncing you up and down on his cock slowly as to not draw attention. All the while he’d locked eyes with you. Your face was scrunched up in pure bliss as you bit your bottom lip.

“Don’t make one fucking sound.” Kihyun lowly gritted out, making you take all of him. He kissed you and slapped you cheek before gripping your chin with his free hand, “fuck me,” he demanded, kissing you again, you did but couldn’t take how hard he was, “take all it,” he ordered thrusting into hard making you let out a soft muffled whimper.

You did the best you could, taking all of his stiff cock, he let go of your neck and your head fell backwards. You were about to come, so you put your hand over your mouth to stop the sound from coming out. You couldn’t see where the group of people were standing and they couldn’t see you but by the sound of their voice, they were close.

You legs began to shake and your body began to tremble, you wanted to stop. But Kihyun had other ideas, he again gripped your waist. Holding you in place, he kept thrusting into you hard, deep and slow. Until you creamed on him and your body began to convulse. Tears streamed down your cheeks, you wanted to moan, Kihyun knew that. So he kissed hard and let you go just as the group of people outside began walking away.

As the did, his slow thrust turned into a quick rough fuck that made you moan and grip his shirt for dear life “Take it,” he stated, “look what you made me do,” he gritted fucking you harder.

Kihyun’s grip remained tight as he used one had to rub your clit. He fucked you into another orgasm as he came finally, you panted as you shivered. Kihyun shoved you off of him, out of breath himself. You both fixed yourselves quickly, regardless of how fucked out you were. You stayed in the backseat as Kihyun got into the drivers seat. By his demeanor, you knew this wasn’t over………..

When you woke the next morning, you were baffled as you recounted the events of last night. Finally you sat upright in bed and looked around, why was it so quiet? You hurriedly jumped out of bed and rushed into the living room.

You were meet with the sight of your sitter watching tv on low volume as your baby slept quietly. She looked at you puzzled and confused as to why you woke up distraught and running through your apartment like that. When you asked where Kihyun was, she informed you that he’d left very early as he was the one to call her in so early.

You checked the time, damn it was a little passed nine. Letting out a sigh, you knew you needed to talk to him. So you pulled out your phone and was met with his voicemail. You shot him a text and quickly got dressed for work. You kissed your kid on the way out and made it to work.

You were instantly asked a million questions as to where you disappeared off too and with whom. You managed to lie your way out of the conversations and went right to preparing for the meeting you had later that day.

The time rolled around and you checked your phone for what felt like the millionth time, Kihyun still hadn’t answered or text back. You huffed and cursed at him in your head as you walked into the conference room to girlish giggles and flirting.

You looked up, Kihyun, the culprit of why you had an attitude, was chatting it up with a girl from your department. The stack of files you were holding, somehow managed to slam down on the table loud enough to startle the two.

“What the hell are you doing?” You asked without thinking.

“He was just showing me a cute picture,” she answered, not realizing you were talking to Kihyun, “you want to see?” She offered.

“No thank you.” You declined and plopped down in a seat. She shrugged and went back to gushing and giggling over whatever it was on his phone. With frustration you huffed and went about flipping through files and slamming down paperwork………Bitch don’t be jealous.

“Ms. Y/L/N are you okay?” She asked you full of concern. You went to speak, but someone called her out into the hallway, leaving you and Kihyun alone.

You stared at him as he started flipped through paperwork of his own, almost ignoring your existence. You frowned and huffed and just as you went to start swearing, the annoying guy coworker came into the room. Now it was Kihyun’s turn to get jealous, his was instantly though.

“Y/N,” the guy started sitting on the edge of the table looking down at you, ignoring the fact that Kihyun was in the room, “I was worried last night after you walked away,” you looked at him and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes, “I really like you, please, just go out with me just once.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw the quick look of anger on Kihyun’s face. But you weren’t one to play games. You sighed and stood up finally and took a step back.

“No thank you,” you answered calmly , “I’ve told you, I’m not interested,” you sighed and turned to walk away.

“Y/N,” he called your name as he grabbed your arm. He pulled you closer and began speaking lowly, so Kihyun wouldn’t hear, “I don’t think you understand. Go out with me and I’ll make sure you get a promotion and a raise. Why work hard when you can do it easily.”

This prick, all while speaking had begun snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you even closer, “I mean your really pretty, even with a bastard kid.”

That part, Kihyun heard, the book he was writing in somehow flew across the room and hit the guy in the back of the head. You shoved away from him and slapped him as hard as you could. All of these actions occurred simultaneously and quickly. You wanted to claw his eyes out, but Kihyun wanted him to bleed.

Thankfully what kept him from getting his ass whooped at that very moment was the others coming in, all them being very loud and chatty. Someone asked what was going on, but the guy dismissed himself and returned shortly. You rolled your eyes and sat down, you were pissed and annoyed beyond belief.

Alas the meeting went smoothly, despite the icy look that Kihyun was giving the asshole. It was during this meeting that you learned that he’d be joining the project and that he was paired up to work with you. It was already decided by the higher ups, leaving you no room for any say in the matter.

Two week later with more of Kihyun ignoring you, the only time you saw him was at work and briefly at home. He’d stop by to see y’all’s kid when you were out and then leave, claiming he was too busy to talk.

Adding to the fact that you had to work with the asshole. Whom you kept at arms length at all times, if it wasn’t at work around people or even about work for that matter. You kept interaction with him at bare minimum.

Well bitch, again, another company dinner was planned at you had no choice but to attend. You walked into the restaurant venue and instantly spotted Kihyun sitting at a table with the same woman from the other day, giggling it up.

You walked over and sat down on the other side of him and the moment you did, she got up and left, mumbling something about your attitude being bad lately. Kihyun scrolled through his phone, again ignoring you.

You huffed and tapped his shoulder, “What’s your problem?” You asked when he finally sat his phone down and looked at you.

“Be honest with me Y/N.” He started cutting straight to the point, “what do you see me as.”

“It’s hard to place,” you answered honestly “I couldn’t place my feelings about you into any specific category before.”

“So,” he sighed, cutting you off again, “am I just a good fuck for you then?”

“No, it’s not like that-,” you tried.

“So, you have no emotional attachment to me at all.” He cut you off.

“Kihyun,” you fumed “what do you want me to say? If I don’t see you, I get mad. If you don’t say anything I get worried. I hate seeing you sad and upset! Most importantly, damn it, why are always laughing and talking to her?”

“Why are you upset about it?”

“Because you’re making me feel complicated and fucking confused.” You huffed.

He went to speak but a certain person’s presence stopped him. The prick sat on the other side of you and throughout the entire dinner, you were doing a solid job of ignoring him and not dragging Kihyun out the door to yell at him.

You thought you were completely safe until…..

“Y/N,” a coworker called your name as you sat down your cup after taking a sip of water, you hummed at her in response, “why are you two not dating yet?”

You choked on invisibility because excuse me what the fuck, “I’m fine,” you choked out, “we’ve talked about this already guys.”

Instinctively Kihyun handed you your water and patted your back. He followed up by giving you a paper towel and asking if you were okay. Your coworker pricks hand somehow, someway thought that it would a good idea to put his hand on your leg.

Kihyun had turned his full attention towards the man, while everyone else was conversing oblivious to what was happening. Before you could reach over and shove his hand off, Kihyun did it for you. When your coworker looked in your direction, he was met with a glare Yoo Kihyun.

“Let’s get out of here,” you whispered to Kihyun noting how visibly pissed he was becoming.

It take but a moment to get him outside, the moment you thought you were in the clear, Kihyun went on a full rant.

“Who,” he started passing back and forth in front of you, “who the fuck is he? Huh? What right does he have to touch those legs…..my legs,” he pointed at your legs, and made an up and down motion with his hand “I should’ve punched him in the face instead of throwing a book across the room. Ugh! Also,” he redirected his thoughts towards you, “what are you wearing that skirt anyway, I thought I hid it.”

“You’re the one that hid it,” you cut him off, pointing a finger, “this is one of my favorite skirts.”

“Mines too, that’s why I hid it, you look too damn good in it!” He huffed.

“So, that’s the purpose!” You countered

“To look good for other guys or is it for yourself?” He asked.

“It’s your favorite color, you do the math.” You folded your arms and took a step towards him.

“It’s f-for me,” he stuttered out, lowering his voice the moment you got in his face, “well when you put it that way,” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry for hiding it.”

You went to speak but was cut off by the sound of your name being called. You took a step back from Kihyun to see who it was. Low and behold it was the prick from work. You both sighed and swore. You told Kihyun not to say a word. But, he can only hold back so much aggression.

“Is he bothering you?” He asked gesturing toward Kihyun, who’s hands were on his hip.

“It’s none of your business, take a hint and leave me alone.”

You took a step and he stopped you, “why are you being difficult?” He asked.

You went to speak, but Kihyun cut in, he looked at your coworker and scoffed “Are you deaf, she said get lost.”

“I think you’re the one who should get lost.” He demanded.

This side of Kihyun, you’d only seen once and you didn’t want to see him like that again. You noted how his ears had begun to turn red. So you grabbed his hand “Nope,” you started, “not today.”

“Baby,” Kihyun started raising his voice a little, “this man, is bothering you and me, at this point-,”

“So what,” you went back at him, “that doesn’t mean start a riot.”

“Says who,” he yelled finally pulling his hand away as he expressed himself, “you can’t stop me.”

“Ummm, Yes I can!” You frowned.

“Ha,” he laughed at you, “how, you can’t even tell Y/baby’s/N to stop throwing her food.”

“Hey,” you yelled back, “she’s stubborn because of you!”

“I’m not stubborn!” He huffed.

“Than what are you being right now?” You asked.

“Being protective over my wife!” He yelled with his whole chest.

“I’m not your wife!” You stated.

“Then marry me already!”

“We’re already married!” You replied

It fell silent as you both registered the entire conversation or argument….

“Y/N, Kihyun…” you heard your names being called and looked up. Both of groups of coworkers all stood there stunned at what they had just heard.

“This is your fault!” You yelled at Kihyun, for no reason.

“How,” he countered, “it’s his fault to sticking his nose in our business.” He pointed.

“That’s bullshit,” you countered, “you’re the one that hid my fucking skirt and gave me the silent treatment for two damn week!”

“Honey,” Kihyun started after sighing again, ignoring everything else you said, “stop swearing, pretty lips shouldn’t curse.”

“These are my lips!”

“But they’re shaped like our little angels.” He stated matter of factly

“What you going to do about it,” you tested his patience like a dumbass, “ass, bitch fuck shit motherfucker!”

He just started at you with a unreadable expression for all of two seconds before you took off running. He called after you, apologized to everyone and then chased you down the street, leaving everyone shocked, speechless and confused…….

No shit, when he finally caught you, you begged for forgiveness as he picked you up and carried you to your apartment and took you to your bedroom. Where, let’s just say, he fixed your potty mouth.

Sometime later you both were sitting in the bathtub. Kihyun was sitting behind playing with you hands, while you rested you head in his chest. It was quiet for a while, then he sighed and you looked up at him.

“This is going to be fun to explain in the morning,” He started.

“Wanna just say we kept it a secret to keep our work separated from our personal lives?” You asked.

“Yeah,” he agreed as you stood up to get out of the tub, “sounds like a good idea.” he added getting out of the tub as well.

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beautifulpersonpeach · 9 months

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A few days ago I responded to an ask, explaining that Korean K-pop stans overall are the more intense version of whatever you see on the international side, and that one way k-fans perceive international fans is that international k-pop stans are easier to manipulate and rile up.

For anyone who is aware of the subway scare and the supposed link to ARMY and BTS, pay very close attention to what’s happening right now as a case study demonstrating what I wrote, happening in real time.

As a quick overview:

1 - This happened about an hour before Yoongi’s live where he showed his tattoo

2 - About an hour after this happened, an ARMY coming back from Yoongi’s concert, watching his livestream on their way home, reacts to his tattoo by screaming while in the subway. They record themselves and post the video on Twitter. The tweet itself is deleted now so I can’t link it, but I’ll link the OG video in point 5.

3 - After that ARMY posted their reaction to Yoongi’s tattoo, this Korean k-pop stan claims a fan screamed next to them on the train and caused panic and a stampede. This account’s most recent activity is from 2022, but the first thing they tweet in 2023 is that an ARMY caused a stampede because of Yoongi. Okay.

4 - One of the followers of that account then retweets that account to post an edited version of the ARMY reaction video, blurring out the reaction on the train, and further linking the two events (1) an ARMY screaming about Yoongi, (2) a resulting stampede that needed police intervention. This video is then used as the basis for user posts and articles written on k-blogs which then get translated as user posts on Allkpop and Pannchoa.

5 - For reference, this is the OG video from that ARMY showing what actually happened on the train. Note how there’s no panic in the train.

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Basically, two events separated by about an hour are conflated on purpose by linked anonymous accounts on the Korean side, quickly translated into English and spread on the international side through k-pop gossip blogs like Allkpop, which Korean soft media (blogs etc) then picks up and takes as further credit to the underlying claims, though those claims are false.

And voila, a scandal is born.

Now, this isn’t to say BTS, ARMY, and people affiliated with them never do anything wrong and can never have a legit scandal. For example, I think anybody screaming for no good reason in a packed subway train is an idiot and should face some kind of consequence if harm is caused. But that’s not what happened here. What that ARMY did was stupid but harm wasn’t caused and Korean antis instead used it as an opportunity to link BTS with an incident that happened an hour earlier.

Occasionally, some of you might’ve seen me write about ‘manufactured controversy’ before, usually in passing when discussing something else. I remember I’ve mentioned it a few times such as during Jimin’s missed insurance payments scandal, during Jungkook’s Itaewon scandal, and also Min Heejin re: NewJeans (after just 5 minutes of looking at the original claims in Korean. The only thing holding the majority of the claims against MHJ together is sheer willpower and vibes atp). Someone has also asked me about hate ‘slave rooms’ before (context was Twice attacked by slave room hate) and I responded that hate in Korea towards people in the k-pop industry, is incredibly organized and insidious. And the bigger the target, the bigger the fall and the bigger the payout.

Please keep that in mind when you read shit online. Keep your eyes open and your wits about you. Become more media literate and learn how to think for yourself. Seriously. Because in this machine called k-pop, nearly everything about it is designed to suck you in till you have no idea which way is up. Pay attention, please.

2026 is still a long way off and we’ll have many incidents like this before then.

Good luck everyone.

#bts #K-pop #kpop industry #kpop fandom #fandom behavior #fandom discourse #bts army #fandom behaviour

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amigozsan-blog · 9 months

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Taming Big Boobed Bitches - Chapter 1- Seolhyun

One of the most prominent groups in K-pop history was Girl's Generation. The number of people who lusted after the perfect bodies of the idols in the group was large. All of them were beautiful and especially sexy. Korean men would go crazy for them just by looking at their Images.

Seolhyun sat in front of the mirror, looking at her perfect, fair face. The youngest of the group has always been conservative, but now, looking at her reflection in the mirror, she felt a tingle run through her spine.

She never felt she was sexy, but now looking at her reflection and her perky boobs almost spilling out of her dress makes her excited. Even the stylist was surprised when she told them that she wanted to wear this dress. She wanted to show that her body was sexy. Her perky breasts, her milky thighs, her perfectly long legs What others around her didn't know was that she was fully naked under her clothes. She was not wearing anything underneath. She could feel her nipples erect just by rubbing the fabric of the dress. The sensation of the nipples rubbing along the dress fabric as well as her bare pussy just covered by her long dress.

She could feel that she had changed in just one week. All of this was due to that man, who made her body feel sensitive just by his touches. Just by thinking about him, her folds started leaking. The big, thick cock that ravaged her. Her perky boobs, which were squeezed and manhandled by him. She could not even fight back but was forced into submission by him. After that, she went crazy for his cock.

Seohyun squeezed her thighs together, thinking about his hard cock. She wanted him, but now was not the time. She had an award function to attend, and maybe after the award function he would fuck her senseless. Her body was aching for him. He wanted her to be naked under her dress. She wanted to show him her sexy side, so she chose this dress. She clutched her dress, which was just clinging on to her boobs, and wanted to pull it up but decided not to do so.

A sly smile formed on her lips. She was going to tease him throughout the drive. She wanted him to drive hard throughout the journey so that could be her revenge against him for making her weak on her knees for his cock.

Seohyun looked once more in the mirror and walked out of the room. She could see him standing outside near her car. Just a week ago, she wouldn't have even noticed him, but now her breath has fastened as she looks at him. The gray hair and the sly smile on his face He was looking at her like prey.

He looked from her toe to her face, and his gaze stopped at her exposed cleavage. Seeing the amount of her tits that were bulging out made him lick his lips. He wanted to taste them as soon as possible. Her tits were the perfect size, and he made them his. The beautiful woman who was an object of fantasy for millions of people was his b*tch.

Seohyun looked at the old man who was standing near her car with lust filling his face. Who could have thought that gorgeous idol Seohyun was having crazy sex with her driver, who was many years older than her?

I will be writing the second chapter with the sex scene about her and the driver. I am going to make this a series and include several idols and actresses, like a harem story. The situations will be different and exciting. What will happen when Seohyun enters the car? What happened when he first fucked her?

#kpop #bts #fanfic #kpop smut #seohyun #kwon eunbi #kpopfap #kpop fandom #kpop fanfic #kpop fanart #fanfiction #snsd #snsd yoona #snsd taeyeon #snsd tiffany #jihyo #park jihyo #twice jihyo #jihyo x reader

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