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songbirdseung · 3 months

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for my pretty girl / sim jaeyun

synopsis: getting princess treatment from enhypen's own babygirl

pairing: idol!jake x nonidol!yn

You wake up to the sound of your phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groggily, you reach over and pick it up, squinting at the bright screen. It's a message from your friend Jake.

"Hey there, princess! 👑 I'll pick you up in an hour. Be ready! 😉"

You blink in confusion, you've been friends with him for a while now, ever since you met at a fan meet-and-greet, but he's never mentioned anything like this before. Curiosity piqued; you quickly reply.

"Sure, I'll be ready! But what's this all about?"

Before you can even finish typing, Jake responds,

"It's a surprise! Just trust me, you're going to love it. See you soon, princess! 💖"

You can't help but smile at Jake's playful nickname for you. Despite the early hour, you feel a surge of excitement coursing through you. What could Jake have planned?

As you hurry to get ready, your mind races with possibilities. Could it be a special event or maybe a VIP tour of their latest music video set? Whatever it is, you can't wait to find out. With a quick glance in the mirror, you make sure you look presentable before grabbing your phone and heading out the door to meet Jake.

Jake grinned mischievously as he typed out the message to you, his fingers flying over the keyboard with practiced ease. He couldn't wait to see your reaction to his surprise plan. Just as he hit send, he felt a sudden presence behind him and froze.

Turning around, he found himself face to face with Ni-ki and Jay, who were smirking at him knowingly.

"Hey there, Jake," Ni-ki said, his tone teasing. "Who are you texting so early in the morning? Could it be a certain someone?"

Jake rolled his eyes, trying to play it cool. "Just a friend," he replied, hoping to brush off their curiosity.

Jay raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Just a friend, huh? You sure seem pretty excited about it."

Jake felt his cheeks heat up, knowing that he couldn't hide anything from his observant bandmates. "Okay, fine," he admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "It's Y/N. I'm planning something special for her today."

Ni-ki's eyes widened in mock surprise. "Ooh, is this the day you finally confess your undying love for her?" he teased, nudging Jake playfully.

Jake's cheeks flushed even deeper at the suggestion. "Shut up, Ni-ki," he muttered, trying to hide his embarrassment.

Jay chuckled, patting Jake on the back. "Don't worry, man. We won't tell anyone… unless you chicken out and don't confess," he teased, earning a playful shove from Jake in response.

As Jake and his bandmates continued their playful banter, Jake's phone buzzed in his pocket. He quickly pulled it out to see your message.

"Hey, I'm ready! Can't wait to see what you have planned. I'll be waiting for you outside. 😊"

Jake couldn't help but smile at your enthusiasm, feeling a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending the day with you. However, before he could reply, Ni-ki and Jay leaned over to sneak a peek at his phone.

"Ooh, looks like someone's eager to see you, Jake," Ni-ki teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Jay chuckled, nudging Jake playfully. "Looks like Prince Charming needs to pick up his princess in his white carriage," he added, earning a laugh from Ni-ki.

Jake rolled his eyes, trying to ignore their teasing. "Alright, alright, enough with the fairy tale jokes," he said, though a small grin tugged at the corners of his lips. Deep down, he couldn't wait to see you and make your day feel like a real-life fairy tale.

As Jake made his way to the door, excitement bubbling inside him, he nearly collided with Heeseung, who emerged from his bedroom with a curious expression on his face.

"Hey, Jake, where are you off to all dressed up?" Heeseung asked, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Jake couldn't help but blush slightly under Heeseung's scrutinizing gaze. "Oh, uh, just heading out to meet someone," he replied, trying to keep his voice casual.

Heeseung's grin widened as he caught sight of Jake's outfit. "Ah, I see. So, is today the day you finally sweep Y/N off her feet?" he teased, his tone playful.

Jake's cheeks flushed even deeper at Heeseung's teasing. "Maybe," he admitted with a shy smile.

Before Jake could escape the interrogation, Sunghoon and Sunoo appeared from the living room, their eyes lighting up as they spotted Jake.

"Ooh, look at you all dressed up!" Sunghoon exclaimed, a grin spreading across his face. "Are you going on a date, Jake?"

Sunoo nudged Sunghoon with a playful smirk. "Yeah, with your princess, right?" he teased, earning a chuckle from Heeseung.

Jake couldn't help but laugh along with his bandmates, feeling grateful for their support and good-natured teasing. With a final wave goodbye, he headed out the door, eager to begin the day's adventures with you by his side.

You stand outside your apartment building, your heart pounding with excitement and nerves as you wait for Jake to arrive. You can't help but fidget with the hem of your shirt, feeling a rush of anticipation coursing through your veins.

Despite your nerves, you can't stop the smile that spreads across your face as you think about the day ahead. Whatever surprise Jake has planned for you, you know it's going to be amazing. After all, he's never failed to put a smile on your face before.

As you wait, you take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. You glance down at your phone, checking the time and wondering when Jake will arrive. Just as you start to worry that he might be running late, you spot a familiar figure approaching from down the street.

Your heart leaps with joy as Jake comes into view, a bright smile on his face as he waves to you. You return the gesture eagerly, feeling a rush of warmth at the sight of him. With each step he takes closer to you, your excitement grows, and before you know it, he's standing right in front of you.

"Hey there, princess," Jake says, his voice soft and gentle as he looks at you with a fond expression. "Are you ready for our adventure?"

You nod eagerly, unable to contain your excitement any longer. "Absolutely! I can't wait to see what you have planned," you reply, your voice filled with anticipation.

With a smile, Jake offers you his hand, and you take it without hesitation, feeling a surge of happiness as he leads you away from your apartment building and towards whatever surprises the day may hold. As you walk hand in hand with Jake, you can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world, grateful for the opportunity to spend the day with someone who treats you like royalty.

As you walk alongside Jake, chatting excitedly about what the day might hold, he suddenly comes to a stop, causing you to halt in surprise. You look up at him, curious about the sudden pause in your journey.

"Hey, why did we stop?" you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

Jake's eyes sparkle with excitement as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a soft fabric blindfold. "We're getting close to our destination," he explains, holding up the blindfold with a grin. "But I need you to trust me and put this on."

As Jake presents the blindfold to you, your initial excitement is tinged with a hint of hesitation. The thought of being blindfolded in the middle of the city makes you feel a bit nervous, despite your trust in Jake.

"Um, do I really have to wear this?" you ask, chewing nervously on your bottom lip.

Jake's expression softens, and he gently brushes a stray strand of hair from your face. "I promise it's all part of the surprise," he reassures you, his voice soothing. "But if you're not comfortable, we can skip it."

You pause for a moment, torn between your curiosity and your nerves. But as you meet Jake's gaze, filled with warmth and understanding, you find yourself nodding.

"Okay, I trust you," you say with a small smile, feeling a surge of bravery. "Let's do it."

With a gentle touch, Jake carefully places the blindfold over your eyes, his touch grounding you in the moment. As darkness envelops your vision, you feel a sense of vulnerability but also a growing excitement for what lies ahead.

The world around you fades into darkness, heightening your other senses as you rely solely on the sound of Jake's voice and the feel of his hand in yours. You can't help but feel a thrill of anticipation as you wonder what surprises await you on the other side of the blindfold.

"Okay, princess, trust me," Jake says softly, his voice reassuring. "I promise you're going to love what's waiting for you."

With your trust placed in Jake, you allow him to guide you forward, each step filled with anticipation and excitement. You can feel the warmth of the sun on your skin and hear the sounds of the city bustling around you as you walk hand in hand with Jake.

As you continue onward, your other senses become heightened in the darkness of the blindfold. You catch the faint scent of flowers in the air and the sound of laughter drifting from nearby cafes, adding to the mystery of your surroundings.

Finally, after what feels like both an eternity and a mere moment, Jake comes to a stop once again. You can sense his presence beside you, his hand still clasped firmly in yours.

"We're here," he whispers, his voice tinged with excitement.

You can feel your heart racing in anticipation as Jake carefully removes the blindfold from your eyes, allowing you to blink in the sudden brightness of the sunlight.

As your eyes adjust to the light, you find yourself standing in front of a breathtaking garden filled with vibrant flowers of every color imaginable. The air is filled with the sweet scent of blooms, and the sound of birds chirping fills your ears.

You turn to Jake, your eyes wide with wonder and gratitude. "Jake, this is incredible," you exclaim, unable to contain your excitement.

He smiles warmly at you, his eyes shining with joy. "I thought you might like it," he says softly. "Welcome to your own private garden, princess."

You find yourself standing in a picturesque setting—a lush green meadow adorned with colorful blankets, cushions, and a spread of delectable treats.

Your eyes widen in amazement as you take in the scene before you. There, in the center of it all, is a beautifully set picnic, complete with a variety of your favorite foods and drinks.

"Jake, this is… incredible," you exclaim, feeling overwhelmed by the effort and thoughtfulness he put into creating this magical moment for you.

He grins, his eyes sparkling with delight at your reaction. "I'm glad you like it," he says softly, his voice filled with warmth. "I wanted to create a special space just for us, where we can relax and enjoy each other's company."

You can't help but feel touched by Jake's gesture, and a sense of gratitude washes over you. Without hesitation, you step forward and wrap your arms around him in a tight embrace, overcome with emotion.

"Thank you, Jake," you murmur, your voice filled with sincerity. "This means the world to me."

As you pull away from the hug, Jake's smile widens, and he brushes a gentle kiss against your forehead. "Anything for my princess," he whispers, his words filled with affection.

As Jake's lips brush against your forehead in a tender gesture, a rush of warmth floods through you, sending shivers down your spine. In that fleeting moment, you can't help but feel a surge of emotions swirling within you—gratitude, affection, and a hint of something deeper.

As you settle down beside Jake on the picnic blanket, your mind begins to wander, thoughts spinning in a whirlwind of confusion and uncertainty. You find yourself replaying the countless moments you've shared with Jake—his lingering gazes, his gentle touches, his playful teasing—all of which seem to blur the lines between friendship and something more.

But as much as you try to decipher Jake's intentions, his actions remain a mystery, leaving you with more questions than answers. Does he see you as just a friend, or could there be something more between you?

You steal a glance at Jake, who is engrossed in setting up the picnic, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the afternoon sun. He looks so effortlessly handsome, a faint smile playing on his lips as he focuses on the task at hand.

A pang of longing tugs at your heart as you realize just how much you've come to care for Jake—the way his laughter brightens your darkest days, the comfort of his presence by your side, the way he makes you feel like the most important person in the world.

He glances over at you, noticing the distant look in your eyes. A flicker of concern crosses his face as he realizes that you're lost in your own thoughts.

"Hey, Y/N, is everything okay?" he asks, his voice laced with concern.

You startle slightly, snapping out of your reverie as you meet Jake's gaze. The worry etched on his features sends a pang of guilt through you, knowing that your distraction hasn't gone unnoticed.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," you reply quickly, offering him a reassuring smile. "Just got lost in my thoughts for a moment."

But Jake isn't convinced, and he reaches out to gently place a hand on yours, his touch grounding you in the present.

"Are you sure?" he asks softly, his eyes searching yours for any sign of distress. "You can talk to me, you know."

His words wash over you like a comforting embrace, and you feel a swell of gratitude for his unwavering support. Despite the turmoil brewing within you, you find solace in the warmth of Jake's presence, knowing that he'll always be there for you, no matter what.

You squeeze his hand gently, offering him a grateful smile. "Thank you, Jake," you say sincerely. "I appreciate it."

With a reassuring nod, Jake returns the smile, his concern easing as he leans in closer to you. And as you continue to enjoy the picnic together, the weight of your worries begins to lift, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment in the presence of the one person who means the world to you.

As the two of you sit in comfortable silence, enjoying the tranquil surroundings of the picnic, the question weighs heavily on your mind. You can't shake the feeling of uncertainty that has been gnawing at you, and you know that you can't ignore it any longer.

Taking a deep breath, you gather your courage and turn to face Jake, your heart pounding in your chest. "Jake," you begin, your voice steady but laced with vulnerability, "I've been thinking… What are we?"

The question hangs in the air between you, heavy with implications and possibilities. You hold your breath, waiting for Jake's response, unsure of what to expect.

Jake's expression softens as he meets your gaze, his eyes filled with warmth and understanding. He takes a moment to consider his words carefully before responding.

"You mean everything to me, Y/N," he says earnestly, his voice soft but unwavering. "You're my best friend, my confidante, my rock. I cherish our friendship more than anything."

Your heart swells at his words, and a sense of relief washes over you. But there's a lingering question in your mind, one that you can't seem to shake.

"But Jake," you press on, your voice trembling slightly with uncertainty, "is there… more than just friendship between us?"

The question hangs in the air, heavy with anticipation. You hold your breath, waiting for Jake's answer, hoping against hope that he feels the same way you do.

Jake's gaze softens as he reaches out to gently cup your cheek, his touch sending a jolt of warmth through you. "Y/N," he murmurs, his voice filled with tenderness, "I care about you more than words can express. And if you're asking if there's something more between us… then yes, there is."

Your heart skips a beat at his confession, and a rush of emotion overwhelms you. In that moment, surrounded by the beauty of the picnic and the warmth of Jake's love, you feel a sense of peace and certainty wash over you.

As the tension builds between you and Jake, you can feel the weight of your unspoken question hanging in the air. You want to take the next step, to lean in and kiss him, but you hesitate, unsure if he feels the same way.

Before you can gather the courage to act, Jake's gentle voice breaks through your thoughts, drawing your attention back to him.

"Y/N," he says softly, his eyes searching yours with a mix of warmth and sincerity. "I want to make sure you're comfortable with this. Can I kiss you?"

His words catch you off guard, filling you with a rush of warmth and appreciation. The fact that Jake would ask for your consent before taking such an intimate step speaks volumes about the respect and care he has for you.

You meet Jake's gaze, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips as you realize just how much he values your feelings and boundaries.

"Yes, Jake," you reply, your voice barely above a whisper. "I want that too."

With a tender smile, Jake leans in closer, closing the distance between you until his lips meet yours in a gentle and passionate kiss. In that moment, all doubts and uncertainties fade away, replaced by the overwhelming sense of connection and love that binds you together.

As the day goes on, Jake takes your hand and leads you away from the picnic area. You follow him, curiosity piqued by the secretive smile on his face.

After a short walk, you arrive at a small, private amusement park tucked away from the public eye. The park is bathed in soft, twinkling lights, and the sound of laughter and music fills the air.

"Welcome to our own private amusement park," Jake says, gesturing to the rides and attractions around you. "I thought we could have some fun together, away from prying eyes."

You can't help but gasp in delight, feeling like a kid again as you take in the sights and sounds of the park. Jake leads you to a carousel, where a beautifully decorated horse awaits you.

"Care to take a ride with me?" Jake asks, a playful twinkle in his eyes.

You nod eagerly, and together, you climb onto the carousel horse, the music swirling around you as the carousel begins to spin. As you ride, you can't help but laugh and shout with joy, feeling completely free and carefree in this magical moment with Jake.

After the carousel ride, Jake takes you to other attractions in the park, from a Ferris wheel with breathtaking views of the city to a cozy, romantic tunnel of love. Each moment spent together deepens your bond, creating memories that will last a lifetime.

As the night draws to a close, Jake leads you to a quiet spot in the park, where you can sit and enjoy the beauty of the night sky. Wrapped in each other's arms, you watch the stars twinkle above, feeling grateful for this moment of peace and happiness with the person you love.

As you lean against Jake, you can't help but feel like the luckiest person in the world. And as you drift off to sleep, the sounds of the amusement park fading into the background, you know that this day will be one you'll never forget.

As you and Jake explore the small amusement park together, laughter and joy filling the air, Jake's phone buzzes with a notification. He pulls it out of his pocket and chuckles as he reads the message from his members' group chat.

"What's so funny?" you ask, tilting your head curiously.

Jake grins and shows you the message, his eyes crinkling with amusement. "It's from the guys," he explains. "They're asking how our day is going."

You glance at the screen and read the playful messages from Ni-ki, Sunghoon, Sunoo, Heeseung, Jungwon and Jay, all filled with teasing remarks and cheeky emojis.

"Looks like they're curious about our little adventure," you comment, unable to suppress a smile.

Jake nods, his laughter infectious as he replies to the group chat, giving them a brief update on your day so far. The playful banter continues back and forth, with each member chiming in with their own witty remarks and jokes.

As the night wears on, Jake leads you to the final location of your adventure—a secluded spot overlooking the city skyline, bathed in the soft glow of the moon and stars above. You can't help but marvel at the breathtaking view, feeling a sense of peace wash over you as you take in the beauty of the city below.

As you settle down together on a blanket spread out on the grass, a comfortable silence falls between you. The gentle rustle of leaves and the distant hum of the city provide a soothing backdrop to your thoughts.

After a moment, you turn to Jake, your heart heavy with the weight of the conversation you know you need to have.

"Jake," you begin softly, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I… I can't help but think about the challenges we'll face if we decide to pursue this… relationship."

Jake's brow furrows in concern as he looks at you, his gaze filled with understanding. "I know, Y/N," he replies, his voice gentle. "It won't be easy, especially with my career and the public scrutiny that comes with it."

You nod, grateful for his honesty and empathy. "Exactly," you continue, a hint of sadness in your voice. "I don't want to hide our relationship or constantly worry about being discovered by the media or fans. But at the same time, I don't want to put your career at risk."

Jake reaches out to take your hand in his, his touch reassuring. "I understand, Y/N," he says softly, his eyes filled with determination. "And I promise to do everything in my power to protect you and our relationship. We'll find a way to navigate this together, no matter what challenges come our way."

You smile at his words, feeling a surge of hope and gratitude. With Jake by your side, you know that you'll be able to face whatever obstacles lie ahead, united in your love and commitment to each other.

As you lean in to press a gentle kiss against Jake's lips, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you, you know that no matter what the future holds, your love for each other will always be your guiding light.

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arcadia345 · 8 months

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The Natal Astrology chart of Jeon-Jungkook

‼️🔞🔞🔞 not a real astrologer just my observations :) paid readings

Born in Busan, South Korea on Monday Sept. 1st 1997 at 3:23pm

ASC: Capricorn 6°

the first thing to stand out on him appearance wise would be his hands and arms, shoulders, teeth, hair, legs and thighs, but especially his torso! With his dreamlike and eccentric presence they didn’t take him seriously Saturn influence but as time passed and he worked on his crafts and himself everyone seen him as the star he is. Capricorns are known for having to mature quicker than others because of responsibilities. As a cap rising with Uranus and Neptune in the first just like him I KNEW he was a Capricorn bc of how his nose has always been prominent throughout his life but now he’s grown up/ into his features 🥹 and also how everyone always projecting (Neptune)onto him like???? Like when did he tell you this?? Definitely the dissociation king 👑. Very easy to dream about him I feel😭 he brings out our subconscious desires. His rebellious Uranus side popped out when he came out with his piercings and tats you could tell he was tired of being projected onto but also iconic because he’s kinda like the first A-list K-pop idol (bts in general tho)to go out of social norms appearance wise. In a way they kinda broke a generational curse 🥹 I remembered how he said he got the scar on his cheek because he was fighting with his brother which correlates to his Aries Saturn (his chart ruler) in the 3rd(siblings). Style wise he gets bored quickly so he’d like to switch up his appearance often. Most of the time he’d go for comfortable but still fashionable clothing, like you may see him in a chill outfit but it’ll cost more than ur rent💀. He could like to switch it up with odd/bold/flirty colors & fits but mostly he loves his darker colors like grey and black.

2nd house: Aquarius 14°

Lemme tell y’all right now…. This man is WIERD at heart🤣🤣 like he’s genuinely quirky lol it’s not a front like fr he’s so down to earth it’s crazy🥹 also his whole chart points to being very spiritual? esp with that 8th house stellium like he’s very into expanding his mind in any way possible so his could be heavily gifted and in pretty sure he knows this by now. He definitely ask himself “why me?”all the time like what did he do to end up so blessed/different?. He definitely would’ve had money regardless of fame as long as he stays true to himself and learns to give enough without being taken advantage of. He loves watching television/listening to music to pass the time. (Any other Neptune in 1st feel like they were raised by television??) Jupiter is all about indulging so in the 2nd house he loves all the simple pleasures, he LOVES FOOD like omg & nice clothes and smells everything that makes you feel good, he likes to collect things that’ll make you go????🤨😃 also he’s DEFINITELY CHRONICALLY ONLINE AND STALKING US BUT HE CANT HELP IT he’s just really nosey lmao😂. He’s the type of celeb to be like “I’m bored, what are my fans doing?” Like omg pookie you genuinely curious what I’m up to??? I feel so special😭 he feels his real persona can come out online better than irl? I think it’s a shyness thing.

ꪔ̤̥ Now since he grew up in the spotlight please take into consideration since bts is his 2nd family a lot of the things I discuss would include them especially 3rd and 4th house but I’ll just call them family also

3rd house: Pisces 23°

First off we already know how dreamy and passionate he is when it comes to his communication skills, in school years he could’ve been the kid nobody noticed in class, also bullying could’ve been a issue, the type to sleep through class, also his siblings could be talented as well, he/they could have many secrets they share between each other. I’m getting that it could be hard for him to remember his upcomings sometimes because like it genuinely flew over his head💀 like yes he was there but he wasn’t there mentally sometimes lol same. Saturn in this house his siblings/ family were strict on him he could be shy when it comes to expressing his emotions like it’s hard to just pinpoint one emotion when you feel everything all at once so that could discourage him from expressing himself. Also he could’ve been lied to /left out often and didn’t even know it omg😭 now don’t get me wrong even tho a lot of things fly past his head he’s VERY MUCH self aware he just doesn’t care fr💀 also since his 3rd house ruler is in the 1st the scenario that comes to mind is like someone seeing your sibling out and public and the first thing they ask is “where’s your brother(Jk)?” Saturn can represent the father and discipline🥺 trying not to cry while type this) him and his siblings went through a lot of difficult times together but also they taught him so much he has sooo much respect for them he knows he wouldn’t be the same person today without them omg like they really raised him🥺🥺😭

4th house: Aries 26°

Now he could’ve had an erratic home life he could’ve moved around a lot & moved far away at a young age since Venus is in the 9th. There is a lot of mars masculine energy here so he likes chaos/excitement in his home also lots of sporty/action stuff around the house I feel like when he first met bts it was like his first taste of freedom in a way. I tell ya rn there was never a dull moment where he lived lol. Him and his family were always in competition with someone they had to fight for their place. Struggle wise at times he could’ve been FIGHTING for his life lots of arguments and aggression (which makes sense since they said they didn’t really get along at first)but with the Taurus degree there was definitely struggles with money and food / stability and personal possessions which drove him to work even harder. His 4th house ruler being in the 10th is giving I grew up at work😟😔

5th house: Taurus 22°

Firstly he’d be such a great dad 🥺 a really funny one too 😂 . His flirting style is not flirting at all😎 well kinda he’s more of gift giving person. His love language is genuinely opening up to you because he barely gets to do that fr, for Capricorns that’s a big thing. Things like showing you the most simple smallest things that means sm to him🥹🥹 to things he created. also food is big to him like the key to his heart actually, that man loves his food! be ready to be wined and dined and spoileddd. He loves traveling, dancing, music, philosophies & beautiful things so he’ll want to get your input on almost everything he wants to pick your brain lol. Also he’s really clingy that’s important to him physical touch but he really doesn’t open up much because he knows he has a lot to lose so he definitely isn’t a fling type of guy he likes to build a foundation with someone unless it’s like a one time thing out of the country where he knows he’ll probably never see you again so might as well act on his instincts. He could be into choking/restrictions, taboos, spontaneity, feet??? One of his erotic zones is his neck. Also his siblings influence his creativity heavily because he knows they know what’s best for him. What he considers as fun is eating😭😭👀 playing some games, cooking, listening to his fav music, drinking, cleaning doing laundry like he’s such a simple man that a good day for him would be staying home all day 😂

6th house: Gemini 14°

He’s very versatile he likes learning he hungers for knowledge. He keeps a strict routine but still likes to switch it up cause he gets bored easily. He was very young when he started working and also he was one of the youngest of his peers so Gemini here makes sense also as he is naturally curious he likes working with his peers/ siblings and unique personalities. He likes traveling also and trying the different types of food they have and shopping there also he obviously spoils his pets feeds them the best food keeps them well groomed, it’s in a mutable sign so I wouldn’t be surprised if he had many types of animals but he’ll want to cuddle a lot with them so idk if he’ll be keen to reptilians with such a busy career atm. He’ll also be very vocal with them they could know a lot of tricks that he taught them. He’d like to travel with them also if he has the chance to, Taurus in his 5th he loves to dress them up and pamper them, wouldn’t be surprised if he was having danceoffs against them lmao 😂

7th house: Cancer 6°

Let me tell you something…. This is HUSBAND MATERIAL RIGHT HERE. The type to be like “I can fix them.” Cause he loves a challenge but he’d actually be able to fix them ngl😭. But first let’s get into how other people perceive him on a 1-1 basis. Now with both these planets being in the 8th it’s very evident that they’d want to jump his bones/ spiral into obsession/ an awakening after meeting him. People naturally spill their hearts out to him, definitely a trauma dumping placement. Ofc people are gonna baby him it’s like he brings out people’s maternal instincts they just wanna keep him safe🥹 but this is also how he treats everyone, with genuine love and respect❤️ also he could get shy easily like the bunny Thumper from Bambi 🥹

8th house: Leo 14°

Okay now bare with me on this one because it’s hard to really understand stelliums if you don’t have one in ur chart, but what I’ve noticed is no matter what they seem to get put in situations that correlate with the house the stellium is in, which causes them to focus on the opposite house to balance the energy’s out. Now first off this man has some HEAVY good karma from the past life he honestly deserves every abundant thing that comes to him x2. As you know he is very keen on perfectionism and order, I refuse to believe he wasn’t some cult leader /powerful witch or something in the past life. Especially a VIRGO stellium in the 8??!!? He was/is a natural born healer 🥹🥹 no doubts about it especially with his moon at a 0° so the moon is in its pure element no matter the sign he’s here to experience those raw emotions. I’ve never met someone with their moon degree at 0 cause its hard to find but i had a manager that had a cancer Venus 0° and when I tell you she made me feel soo special 🥹🥹 like you can feel how genuine she is she loved giving gifts and making sure everyone was okay like the energy was so PURE and innocent in a way it reminds me of jungkook and his acts of service . Also which is why I get why everyone thought he was a Leo moon cause he is in sidereal Astro but I don’t get that egoistic attitude from him if anything it’s the opposite. I don’t want this section to be too long so I’ll move on to his pleasures😈 he’s into praising, teasing, creampies, being rough, nipple play, playful banter, degrading, car s*x, breast/chest, backshots, anal, heavvvy on oral and hand play the type to tie you up 😳 he could possibly be LGBTQ+ friendly if ykwim since he has prominent Aquarius and Virgo is a mutable sign known for their curiosity and versatility, and yk Virgos are obsessed with perfection and cleanness so I’m assuming he likes to get extra messy and wet during the act and he’s not finished with you till you BOTH climax he refuses to be known for bad s*x😤 he likes to make a scene/put on a show. But like I said earlier with his moon and mercury conjunct he needs a strong emotional and mental connection with you before he does anything. His 8th house is so interesting I could go on and on but no😏

9th house: Virgo 23°

Jungkook is very sharp when it comes to the 9th and 8th house since they’re very important in fulfilling his life purpose. In later years school people could’ve seen him as perfect in a way very organized and on point probably a teachers pet or honestly it could’ve been the other way around 😹 ofc half the class had some type of crush on him or was just naturally curious about him but still with that Pisces degree he lowkey didn’t care to be there in a way he probably was absent often but the teachers didn’t care cuz hello??? It’s jk.🥴 Let’s not forget his Libra Venus is in this house as well so he’s natural charming without trying esp to foreigners (9th). He has a strong connection to his past life so I’m thinking he’s like a green witch in a way? Like healing/manifesting when cooking or in nature around plants and animals, singing or just by listening to someone who needs to vent or vise versa. When he travels he needs EVERYTHING to be clean and in place to make sure him and his people are safe bc if not he’ll spiral also he could get jet lagged easily but by now he probably has a routine that helps with that. Also I wouldn’t be surprised if he got married to a foreigner, someone in his circle that he’s known for a long time. Ngl I have Libra 19° in 9th and I tend to get reallly curious when I travel ifykwim 🥴🫣 I really like to experience the people aswell as the location that I’m in to get the full experience. Also with the Pisces degree he’s more likely to do substances like 🚬 and drinking when he’s with his siblings/cousins/ traveling

Mc : Libra 26°

His mother has a heavy Venus influence on him, I’m getting his family altogether was close-knit growing up. He’s known for his worldwide aesthetics, and basically being perfect boyfriend/husband material. Hes known to be easily loved by many, but he’ll mostly be know for the pain he’s experienced, his healing abilities, and his versatility in skills. His Chiron is in this house so most of his pain comes from the industry he’s in, authority, and his public image, with it being at a 29° his ego can hurt him the most😳 which is why I don’t understand why people would get that cocky vibe from him other than his mars. With a Scorpio mars here he’ll also be known as a big sex symbol/someone who brings strong reactions out of people. Since it’s also the ruler of his 11th house so he’ll be known for his viscous and obsessive fans especially online. He’s prone to getting many stalkers/sesangs with how heavy his 10th and 11th house is with Scorpio energy and peers see him as competition even though they see he��s not a malicious person. On the positive side tho he’ll have the ability to feel & see what goes unseen, people’s hidden motives and desires, and so will his fans!! Iykyk👀 Also mars represents passions and pleasure so he could have a thing for love at the workplace, maybe into older/mature people or power play. He could have a porn addiction, definitely into some kinky 💩 with that Aquarius degree. yall plz don’t cancel me I’m just reading his chart. 😭

11th house: Scorpio 22°

His internet presence with have good longevity, this house has to do with our wishes, I’ve been saying I really feel like he did something in the past life to “seal the deal” fame wise because that’s what his chart is giving doesn’t necessarily mean he did something bad but there was definitely intentional manifestation there. Esp with the kill or be killed degree here you don’t have room for mistakes. Yall this man is a stalker big timmme like he stalks us reallll bad but also so does his fans 😹😹 it’s definitely a 2-way street I wouldn’t be surprised if he had a spam twitter account to watch us start army wars💀. If you have Pluto in 11th you know how hard it is NOT to stalk people online😩??? I don’t even care about the people I stalk I’m just nosey asf lmao. His Pluto is at 2° so he could get a lot of gifts from seasangs esp food and material things I’ve heard him speak on these topics also. They’ll try to expose him for having fun since Taurus is in his 5th house,ie while out at restaurants, shopping, his creative endeavors, his love life, or just when he’s at his most comfortable, and children.(Omg? The way that sesang incident with Enwoo just happened right after I typed this wth😳)He understands how crucial his privacy is for his protection so he’ll choose not to post as much. He’s the friend in the group with the silent power/ magneticistm, he prefers to befriend people who understands his deep emotions, friends that have also went through traumatic experiences, I wouldn’t be surprised if he was apart of a online community secretly so he can feel normal for once. Also he’s known as the sexy emo friend lmao with the cool tats and piercings that smokes cigarettes to look cool 😎 he also prefers to befriend people who look like this also

12th house: Sagittarius 14°

Sag in your chart is where your blessings are & what you’re optimistic about. Also where you tend to be a little pessimistic. Sagittarius reminds me of the feeling a sugar rush/liqour gives you, while Capricorn reminds me of the come down afterwards regretting all the decisions you made and how you’ll never do it again. Like I’ve said this whole time he is spiritually gifted and he has strong connection to his past life. He has a lot of Deja vu moments, the things/hobbies he loved then he loves in this life also it brings him a lot of fulfillment. He’d prefer to be in solitude than to be around people but his Jupiter is in Aquarius so this part is a bit odd… he’s comfortable having cameras around when he’s secluded esp with friends but in public??? He hates it especially when he’s not with anyone he knows I think he has social anxiety 🥺 could’ve been overweight in the past life that’s probably where his love for food comes from, he’ll be blessed with assets abroad from his homeland. He could look really similar to what he did in the past life I wouldn’t be surprised if he was a bunny or something.

ꪔ̤̥ That’s it for now till next time❤️ check back for updates

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sweetlittlehoneybunny · 1 month

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Tiffany Rose...

...one of my idols! She is beautiful with her black hair and green eyes. And she has a wonderful Body.🥰🥰🥰

What do you think? Hot 👑 or not 🤡?

#bimbo training #bimboification #bimbofied #bimbo doll #pink aesthetic #bimbolife #think pink #pink

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plushdani · 16 days

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　　　❋　˚　⟡　💎⸝　⿲　disney event.

　　　tysm for 50 followers! i'm so ecstatic to even make this event rn 😭, thank you guys so much for all of your support i did not expect to even get to 30 followers but here we are, this is my first event called " disney princess event " so sorry if there are any mixups!!

　　　❋　˚　⟡　🏰⸝　⿲　how it works. ┄❥ you must comment “joining” + mention your fave disney princess/queen. reblog this post and mention 3 (or more) friends who want to join!

┄❥ message me within 1-15 and i will give you your disney princess/queen.

┄❥ you must add “#┄　plushdani‘s　❋　 disney event!” and mention me in the mbd or the comments, otherwise, it wont count. (preferably copy and paste the tag!)

┄❥ your mbd must be at least 95% made by you, using locs or divs made by others is completely fine, dont take too much inspo from other mbds.

┄❥ event ends on june 21th i will extend it if you need more time.

　　　❋　˚　⟡　👑⸝　⿲　prizes.

　　❥　⸝　✺　ᴥ　first: 10 mbds of an idol + theme of your choice, 5 layouts and 70 robux, a shoutout, 5 headers, 5 fgs.

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　　　❋　˚　⟡　🌈⸝　⿲　fave blogs + mentions. 　　:　　　 @eyedblue @popteiny @hyefilms @fawvns @i8maya @hyefilms @hyerify @haesite @aericita @plushhanni @jellyhqzel @dwollbows @m7nju @pawselly @dosiess @irenelife @pawfeti

#┄　plushdani‘s　❋　 disney event!#❥　˚　❀　plushdani.　❛　⸝⸝#event #new event #tumblr milestone #sorry for the mentions #dont let this flop #tysm for 50 followers

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readyforevolution · 2 months

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Earnie Shavers on Muhammad Ali 👑🏆

Earnie Shavers: ''Fighting Ali was hard for me to do because he was such a good man. He was my idol. Before we fought, he'd helped me out several times, letting me use his training camp for free, giving me advice on what to do against other fighters. I loved him personally, and you hate to see a legend defeated. But at the same time, I was fighting for my family and myself.'' 🥊🙏💯

#muhammad ali #earnie shavers #blacktumblr #black history #black liberation #african history

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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Tattoos and sex

→ PAIRING: Bang Chan x fem!reader

→ GENRE: idol!au | mua!au | fluff | smut — MDNI!

→ SYNOPSIS: Being the only MUA that can cover up chan's intimate tattoo, one thing led to another, however, the fun didnt stop there.

→ WORDS: 7k ~ (7097)

→ requested by: 💀👑 | requests are currently: closed!

Feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

→ m.list — → you can also read it on my ao3

Clutching the red plastic tray, you walk up the array of food. It's lunch time which means you're on a break. The canteen is slowly but surely filling up with numerous people and idols - some you recognise and some you don't.

Salads, dressing, meats, tofu, the selection of food is overwhelming but also good considering the cooks cater to everyone and everything.

You settle on piling your plate up with something small and light, noticing that you're not terribly hungry but need something to eat to carry on functioning these last hours of your shift. You grab the utensils and a small, ice cold bottle of water before taking a seat.

You look around as you munch on your food, idols sitting with their group members, managers sitting with other managers. Words buzzing around the hall, idle chit-chat here and there.

You rub your shoulder, giving yourself a massage to relieve yourself of this harsh knot you didn't know you had until now - until you had time to relax.

“Need a hand, pup?” A soft voice behind you, tray plated high with food situating beside you.

“Mhm. If you're offering.” You hum.

“Anything for my darling.” You flush pink, feeling strong hands on your shoulders, fingers digging deep in the muscle to relieve you of your pain.

“You two are so sickeningly sweet.” You laugh, watching Changbin sit opposite you. His tray stacked with a variety of meats and salad, protein shake to accommodate.

“Are you exercising after?” You nod your head at the shake. Changbin nods.

“Planning to. That's if we have enough time.”

“Y'all busy?”

“You could say that.” You hum as a response, feeling yourself relax.

“Better pup?” Chan asks softly, rubbing your shoulders.

“Mhm, much." You smile softly at him, watching him sit beside you.

“I can do a more in depth massage once we're home, if you get what I mean.” Chan smirks, wiggling his brows seductively. You slap his tattooed bicep gently, flushing pink.

“I take back what I said about you two being sweet.” Changbin pulls a face, causing you to laugh softly.

“Sorry Binnie.” He laughs, waving his hand as if to say ‘It's whatever’ “How's the new tattoo healing up?”

Changbin looks at his fresh tattoo, a simple design of a tattooed dweakki on his arm, surrounded by various other tattoos scattered here and there.

“It's healing at least. Takes time, y'know.” You hum as a response, munching on your food. Chan's hand rests on your thigh, occasionally stroking it.

“How did Jisung manage with the compass tat?” Changbin and Chan both give each other knowing looks, before laughing softly.

“He urm, complained a lot.” Chan laughs softly.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah. I think where it's placed, it hurt twice as much for him.”

“We did try and tell him it would hurt, but did he listen? Nope.” Chan sighs, shaking his head before letting out a small chuckle.

“When does Sungie ever listen?” You pip in, raising a brow.

“True.” Changbin says with a mouthful of food. “You do have to tell him several times to do the simplest of things.”

Chan nods his head and hums, agreeing with Changbin. His hand squeezes your thigh softly, making you feel butterflies in your stomach. His hand is warm, soft yet coarse.

The hands of a working man.

“You can't deny though.” You begin, swallowing your food, “He does make some good music. Lyrically, he is a genius.”

“Ya think?” Chan puts down his utensils, attention all on you. You nod, looking at him.

“Yes. You could say I have a few favourite songs that happen to be Sungies.”

“You mean, I'm not just your number one fave?! You have more?!” Chan pouts, hand over his heart as he sniffs. You roll your eyes, taking his hand in yours. You play with his tattooed fingers, slowly tracing the small patterns of hearts, diamonds and words.

A few of his nails coated in black polish, the remaining bare with a simple black design that he drew himself. His ring finger holding a promise ring you gave him months ago.

“You'll always be my favourite, Channie. You know that.” You pout, preoccupied with his hands.

“Mhm.” He hums, watching you trace the patterns. He gently intertwined his fingers with yours, your hands looking tiny beside his. You blush, looking up at him to see his eyes sparkling and laced with love and admiration for you.

“My beautiful pup.” He hums, cupping your chin gently. You flush pink watching the space between you both lessen as Chan leans in.

You close your eyes and pucker your awaiting lips. Just as Chan becomes close to pressing his plump lips against yours, you both get interrupted by Jisung.

“Ew! Can't you guys do that elsewhere?! I'd like to keep my lunch in my stomach, thank you very much.”

“Cockblock.” You mumble loud enough for Chan to hear. He chuckles and nudges your side with his elbow, winking at you.

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Y/N! Do you have some concealer?”

“Y/N, I need a blush brush, I don't know where mine is! ”

“Y/N, what lipstick shade are we doing?”

You take a deep breath, pinching the bridge of your nose. You took the liberty of hiding in the bathroom, needing a few minutes. You didn't think you could get sick of hearing your name – yet here you are.

“I'm seriously considering changing my name.” You mumble to yourself, pulling your phone out of your pocket.

Your sleeves rolled up to your elbows, hair scrapped in an unkempt messy bun. A strap around your waist with a pocket full of your makeup tools.

“Three forty.” You sigh. “I still have several hours left until this hectic shift is over.”

It's the biggest con of the year – kcon. People travel from all over the world just to see their favourite group/idol perform. You love kcon, however, being a make-up artist and the head in charge, it's a stressful day.

Deciding that you have been hiding for long enough, you push yourself up to your feet and walk out, preparing yourself for another game of “Where's this?” and “Where's that?”

You walk up to the idol who's make-up you were currently doing before you had to excuse yourself. Maintaining your professionalism, you smile politely as you take out your tools.

“So sorry for leaving you like this! Now, where were we?” The idol politely smiles at you, claiming that they understand. They even teased you, saying they would keep your ‘absence’ a secret. You both laugh and joke, make small talk about this and that.

Your colleagues continue to ask you twenty questions, that distinct pinch slowly returning between your brows.

“Just a few more hours. You can do this, y/n!” you tell yourself, taking slow, deep breaths. You resume your task of covering up the idols tattoos that situate on his arm. You, plus one other MUA, are the only two who are qualified enough to do tattoo cover ups as well as the typical makeup.

As you apply the final touches, a colleague knocks on the door before walking in.

“Ah! There you are, y/n!” You stand up straight, gently putting your brushes down as you look at your colleague.

“Oh, hi! What's up?”

“Uh, well–” They start. You tilt your head to the side, watching their cheeks flush pink. They shift on their feet, hands clasped together.

It felt… Awkward.

“You know that you and Chan are together.” You hum.

“Yes, have been for a couple of years now.”

“Uh, yeah! So uh, you know how I do skz make up and you do others even though you want to do skz.”

“Mhm.”

“And you know how Chan has that crazy tattoo that travels to his – uh… area.” You giggle softly to yourself, humming.

“I do indeed, darling.”

“Well, uh. His stage outfits is crop tops and well, his tattoos need covering and–”

“And you don't feel comfortable covering it so need me to?” You interrupted, voice soft and understanding.

“Yeah. I don't feel comfortable covering up someone else's boyfriend's intimate tattoo.”

“I totally understand! Just give me a second to grab some extra things and I'll be over in about ten minutes.” Your colleague grins, thanking you before dashing out.

You collect fresh, new tools before quickly explaining to a colleague that you will next door is they need anything - which you hope they don't

You walk out of the room, knocking on the next door before walking inside. Compared to the room your currently working in, skz's dressing room is much more calmer.

“Oh, hey y/n!” Felix walks out topless. His arms decorated in various small tattoos, the same compass laying dormant on his neck. His hair dyed black, the hair stylist giving Felix bangs that are long enough to cover his eyes. He munches on some bread, his lips turning upwards in a big grin.

“Hey Lixie!! Looking good as always.” You wink, noticing how defined his body looks.

“Oh please! This is nothing.” Felix blushes softly, brushing off your compliment. “You, however, look stunning!”

You raise a brow as you look in the mirror then back at Felix.

“I appreciate you being polite Felix, but uh, I've looked better.” You scoff. Felix rolls his eyes, chewing the last of his bread. You lick your lips, stomach growling.

You've been so busy, you haven't realised how hungry you are until now.

“Are you hungry?” Felix asks, frowning. You nod slowly. “Come, I'll bring you to our little snack tray. Take something.”

“Oh, you really don't have t–”

“Shut up, y/n and take something.” Felix laughs heartily, grabbing your hand and dragging you to the snack tray.

Bags of fruits and nuts, bread, crisps, sweets and chocolate. You look around, struggling to pick. As you reach out to pick the last bread, a tattooed hand comes into view, snatching it away.

A hand you all know too well.

“Chan!!” You whine, pouting. He laughs softly, opening up the packet and taking a bite out of the bread. You glare at him, failing to notice that he's in nothing but his stage pants and shoes. His hair straight, make-up to perfection. A wolf sleeve on one arm, various shapes and pictures on the other – his ‘memorial arm’ he likes to call it purely because it's decorated in things that remind him of the things and people he loves the most.

The side of Chan's body is decorated in various flowers, leaves and your favourite bird, trailing down his V lines to his intimate area. This tattoo is his most precious and valued tattoo because it reminds him of you. It's your favourite flowers and your favourite bird. With Chan being an idol, he is away most of the time, meaning you two get to spend little to no time together.

He got the tattoo on a whim. Promotions finished, it's holiday season and you both finally got to spend time together. The day he got the tattoo, he lied to you in the sense of him claiming he had ‘errands’ to run, and by ‘errands’, he meant getting the tattoo.

You were shocked when you saw it, but overwhelmed that Chan would do something like this for someone like you. He said he had been planning the tattoo for a long time, designing it and putting it together piece by piece. When you asked him why he got it so big, he replied in his typical, cheeky way;

“Because you own me.”

“There's plenty more food in the tray, pup!” You scowl at him, eyes turning into thin slits. Your gaze could burn holes into him right now. He smirks, teasingly taking a bite out of the bread, the very bread you wanted.

“But I wanted that!!” You point to it. Chan looks at it, then at you and gasps.

“Really? Oh no!”

“Chan!!!” You whine, becoming close to tears. You go to snatch the bread out of his hand, failing when he puts it out of reach in the form of him raising his hand up high.

“Now you're being an asshole.” You mumble.

“Yeah, c'mon hyung. Don't be a dick.” Seungmin laughs, clearly enjoying the show.

“Not being a dick, but she can have it if she begs.” Chan smirks. You flush pink, swallowing thickly.

“H-Have what?”

“You know–” Chan leans in, his hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear. Your heart thumps against your chest, threatening to burst free. “The bread.”

You whine, slapping his bare pec as he laughs.

“You're an asshole, Bang Chan!”

“Ohh! She used your full name, Hyung. You're in trouble.” Minho pipes in.

“Oh please, lino. My lil pup couldn't punish me if she tries. I know all the places that make her squirm and wiggle beneath me. She'll succumb to me in less than 5 minutes.”

Your mouth hangs open, rapid blinking at your words gets lodged in your throat. A cocky smirk plastered on Chan's face as he takes a bite out of the long forgotten bread.

“Pft. Cat got your tongue, y/n?” Minho laughs.

“I–” You stutter.

“I rest my case.” Chan says in a sing-song voice, winking at you. With your words still lodged in your throat, brain failing to come to terms, you settle on slapping Chan's bare pec once again.

“Ouch!” Chan pouts, rubbing the spot where you slapped.

“Fuck you.” You mumble, glaring at him.

“You wish.”

“Chan!!” You whine, groaning and kicking your head back. “Stop!! I came here to cover up your tattoo, not to be teased.”

“Right right. But you love it, pup.”

“You're such a menace.” You whine. Chan winks, humming in acknowledgement. He finishes the bread, licking his lips in a teasing way.

“That was delicious!” Chan rubs his stomach, acting like he's just had the best meal in the world.

“Just you wait, Chan. Just you wait.” You frown, making Chan laugh softly.

“I'm sorry pup. Am I teasing you too much?” Chan coos, stroking your cheek gently. You hum as a response. “Want me to make it up to you? Show you how sorry I am?”

“Later. I'm still on the clock and you, Mr, need that tattoo covering.” You gesture towards his tattoo, to which Chan sighs and rolls his eyes at.

“I don't understand why I have to cover it.” He mumbles, walking to a separate room to allow you both more privacy. You follow him, laughing softly.

“You knew this when you got it, babe.”

“Mhm. If the stylists just didn't put me in crop tops 24/7, then I wouldn't have to have it covered.” Chan walks into the room, you following behind. You close the door, locking it purely for the purpose of saving yourself and the unfortunate soul who decides to walk in, some embarrassment.

“I don't mind.” You mumble. “Just means I get to see your well defined body.” You wink, trailing your hand slowly down his chest and abs.

Now it's his turn to blush. His soft, milky skin turning a rose colour, breath hitching in his throat as he watches your hand.

“Pup…” He mumbles.

“Mhm?” You cock an eyebrow, finger hooking on the belt loop of his stage pants. You tug at them indicating you want off.

“You need to either lower or remove these Chan so I can cover up your tat.” Chan groans, rolling his eyes as he unbuttons and unzips his pants.

He drops them half way down to his thighs, pulling his boxer shorts low enough for his full tattoo to show. You hum in contentment, kneeling down as you grab your concealing kit.

Kneeling to the ground, you become eye level with his penis. You swallow, ignoring how you can imagine his length and size just from the bulge. “Act professional y/n. you're still on the job!”

His boxer shorts are low enough that his v lines are visible, some of his perfectly trimmed pubic hair peeking out from the waistband. You load up a brush with some concealer, carefully dabbing it on his tattoo. You soon become fixated on getting your job done, lips parting due to concentrating.

Chan watches you, watches you do your magic. He's impressed and proud of you for being able to do something like this. His heart swells with love and admiration for you, a warm smile pulling up on the corner of his lips.

The bristles of the brush tickle him slightly, goose bumps rising to the surface of his skin as you dab and swipe the brush. You place a hand on his muscular thigh, your lips staying parted.

Chan's bottom lip gets caught in between his teeth. He can feel your hot breath fanning against the material of his boxer shorts, hitting his cock. He squirms a little to which you frown at.

“Channie, stay still.” You pout.

“Sorry…” He whispers. Minutes went by painfully slowly. Chan has to think of things that turn him off in order to stop his blood from flowing down south - but to no avail.

The longer time went on, the more he thought. He checks out the position you're in, swallowing as his mind taking him back to all those times he's fucked your cute little face raw, hands planted firmly on his thighs, tears spilling down your cheeks slowly becoming mixed with the cascade of drool.

Your eyes telling him, begging him to continue, to have his way with you.

“Chan…” You whisper. Your voice brings him out of his train of thought. Then, did he realise that you had stopped what you were doing, hand hovering in the air.

“What's up pup? Why did you stop?”

“Uh, C-Chan, you're –” You place your brush down, swallowing thickly, eyes fixated.

Instead of acting all embarrassed and shy about it, he smirks, cupping his own erection and squeezing. You let out a small whimper, pressing your lips together in a thin line. You feel your core throb, lust and excitement pooling in the pit of your stomach.

“Like what you see, pup?” Chan groans, his tendons visible as he rubs and squeezes his own cock.

“Y-Yes.” You whisper, watching the way his hands move, listening to every soft groan and grunt fall past his lips.

“Want a taste?” He purrs. You swallow thickly feeling like you're under some sort of spell just from those three words.

“Yes.” You shakily whisper. He hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his boxer shorts, pulling them down and letting them rest halfway down his thighs.

Your heart beats against your ribcage hard, your wetness coating the material of your panties. His hard cock springs free before standing proud in front of your face.

You gently blow on it, causing it to twitch. You giggle, watching his pre-cum slowly trail down his length.

You wrap your hand around the base, fingers barely making it all the way around due to his thickness. Chan grunts, loving how small your hands look around him. You look up at him with lust filled eyes, tongue darting out to moisten your lips.

“Can't have you going out on stage like this, can we?” You purr as you slowly pump his length. Chan hums softly, tilting his head to the side as he watches.

“What are you going to do about it, pup?”

“Whatever you want.” You press your tongue flat against his tip, swiping some of his pre-cum onto your tongue. Chan grunts, hips bucking at the contact. You giggle at his reaction, settling on giving kitten licks on his cockhead.

You pump him at a reasonable pace, soft hums and grunts from the man standing before you cause goose bumps to rise on the surface of your skin. His skin is hot to the touch, his veins protruding along the sides of his length.

“C'mon pup. I know you can do better than that.” Chan hums, his thumb stroking your cheek. You look up at him through your lashes as you wrap your lips around his cockhead. Chan let's out a throaty grunt, your tongue swirling along his cockhead before giving him soft sucks.

With each grunt and moan, it encourages you more and more. You push your head further down, trapping more of his length inside your warm and wet mouth. You hum, closing your eyes as you manage to stuff half his length in your mouth.

Due to his thickness, the corners of your mouth burn and sting from the stretch. You focus on sucking Chan the way he likes it, the way that makes him moan like a whore. You pump what your mouth fails to reach, your saliva coating his length well.

You pull away for a split second, gathering some saliva in your mouth before spitting on his cock. You pump him fast, using your saliva as lube before reinserting his cock back into your mouth.

“F-Fuck pup. You suck cock so well.” Chan grunts, his toes curling inside his shoes. He reaches down, holding the side of your head still.

You know what this means.

You still your movements, hands placing on his thighs as he pushes his cock further into your mouth. You close your eyes tightly, feeling the ability to breath becoming a struggle, your gag reflex activating due to his cock reaching down your throat.

“Just take it like the good girl you are.” Chan purrs, watching his cock slowly disappearing down your throat. Tears stream down your cheeks, gag reflex activating several times making saliva accumulate and pool in your mouth.

The tip of your nose hits his pubic area, a hum of contentment coming from Chan as he grips the side of your head

“Let me use you pup. Let me use you for my own satisfaction and I promise, I will treat you like a queen later on.”

You whimper the best you could, thighs rubbing together for some sort of friction. Your panties are soaked with your juices by now, your body hot and sweaty as lust and hormones fill the air around you.

Chan slowly and cautiously thrusts his hips, careful not to hurt you at first and to test the waters. You dig your nails into his thighs, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Chan shivers, growling as he becomes fixated on your face.

“Such a pretty sight.” His hips pick up in speed and power, his cock rubbing your mouth and throat in a delicious way. Drool bubbles from the corners of your mouth, spilling down your chin as your tears fall down your cheek, mixing together with your drool.

“Shit.” Chan grunts, his movements becoming faster and powerful. You swallow in an attempt to swallow the sea of saliva. You fail, deciding on letting it just spill. As you swallow, your throat clenches around Chan, squeezing his length in a delicious way.

Your throat starts to feel sore from the continuous abuse from his length, jaw feeling slack and knees sore, however, you don't mind. You love this, love being used by Chan. It excites you to no end knowing that you're the reason Chan is losing all sense of self.

His cock twitches, pleasure rushing through his body and veins. He kicks his head back, panting and moaning as he fucks your face raw. You slowly start to feel dizzy with lust, desperation kicking in.

Chan's cock twitches, a peripheral of curses and moans leave his lips as he struggles to maintain his composure. The knot in the pit of his stomach tightening with each thrust.

“I'm going to cum down your throat and you are going to swallow every last drop.” Chan growls, looking down at your tear and drool stained face. Your lashes flutter, a soft whine emitting from your stuffed mouth.

“That's my girl.” His body tingles, balls becoming tighter with each thrust, cock twitching endlessly. You help him reach his orgasm by swallowing him, as well as wrapping your tongue around his cock before flattening it to allow him to reach further - if that's even possible at this point

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Chan pants erratically. Your eyes squeeze shut as he halts his movements. You feel his cock twitch, hot ropes of cum shooting down your throat. You swallow some of it as Chan pulls his cock out of your mouth.

You look up at him, giggling and opening your mouth wide to reveal the leftover cum you purposefully failed to swallow. Chan grunt as he kneels down. He shoves his tongue into your mouth making you whimper against his lips.

Your tongues collide as Chan collects your saliva and his cum on his own tongue, tasting the salty taste of himself. He pulls away, a smug look on his face as he looks down at your dazed and stained face.

“For being such a good girl, I'm going to treat you real good later.”

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“C-Chan, wait.” You whimper.

“No.” He simply replies. He picks you up and throws you over his shoulder, walking to the bedroom where he throws you on the mattress.

You softly grunt, leaning up on your elbows as Chan kneels between your legs. His eyes dark with lust, hands shaking as adrenaline and hormones pump through his veins.

Animalist growls erupt from his throat as he grabs your work shirt. He rips it open, the button popping and flying across the room.

“C-Chan.” You whisper, swallowing thickly as he grabs your breast firmly in his hand from over your bra.

“Since the blowjob, I haven't stopped thinking about you. That perfect mouth of yours, your cute adorable moans. Do you know how much willpower it took for me to not get hard, to calm myself down?!”

You cheekily grin, fluttering your lashes innocently. “But Chan, you wanted me to suck your cock. Did I look pretty for you? With your cock between my lips?”

He shivers, squeezing your breast roughly. “Don't test me, pup. I'm already hungry for you.” He leans in close, breath fanning against the shell of your ear. “And the night is still young.”

You shiver, allowing him to take off your shirt. His lips attack the skin of your neck, teeth sinking and nipping at the skin as he expertly unclasps your bra with one hand. He hastily unbuttons your jeans, pulling them down your legs before they soon join the rest of your clothing.

You whimper, watching Chan eye your body.

“Fuck.” He shakily whispers. He dips his head low, kissing the valley between your breasts as he squeezes both your breasts. His lips trail to the left, tongue finding your hard nipple.

With the tip of his tongue, he flicks it over the sensitive nub, causing you to shiver and whimper his name. He hums in satisfaction, removing the remainder of his clothes until he is just in his boxer shorts.

He captures your nipple in between his teeth, nibbling and biting it before harshly sucking. His tongue swirls around your nipple, his fingers taking the right one to tug and roll it between his fingers.

You bury your fingers into his hair, hips bucking upwards to meet him in a desperate attempt to grind on him or just to simply feel friction.

“Such a desperate pup.” Chan tsk before kissing and sucking the skin of your breast making sure to leave purple marks.

“C-Chan…” You whine pathetically, tugging at his hair by the roots.

“Listen to yourself, you want me that bad huh?”

“Y-Yes! I need you so bad Chan. I need to feel you deep inside me.” You whimper, pathetically begging. Chan shivers at your words.

“Good things come to those who wait, pup.” He trails his lips down from your breasts to your stomach, kissing along the waistband of your panties. He pulls down your panties slowly, throwing them on the floor before situationing himself comfortable between them.

He groans deeply, feeling his cock twitch in his boxer shorts as he comes face to face with your glistening core. It throbs, silently begging for something to enter, to feel full and euphoric. He becomes dizzy at your scent and sight, licking his lips animalistically.

“My gosh, pup.” He whispers. You flush red, feeling embarrassed about how wet and needy you are. Your juices coat your folds, much to Chan's pleasure.

He leans in, tongue instantly pressing against your aching clit. Your back arches as you feel him swipe his from your entrance to your clit, repeating the process several times. Your taste coats his tongue causing him to shiver and bask in the flavour.

“You taste delicious, y/n. fuck, in addicted to you.” His voice is shaky, adrenaline and hormones on high alert causing him to feel dizzy and shaky. He laps at your entrance, humming at the taste of you. His tongue poking your entrance, daring to enter. “I have a better idea.”

He moves away causing you to watch him, brows pinching together. He lays flat on his back looking at you and smirking.

“Sit on my face.”

Those four magical words charmed you, your body automatically moving on its own. You shuffle to your face, legs either side as he holds onto your thighs. Your dripping cunt inches from his mouth as he licks his lips, your scent causing him to go dizzy.

You cautiously sit on his face, whimper when you feel his tongue flat on your clit. You hover, not wanting to put all your pressure on Chan because you don't want to hurt him in any way possible - however, Chan isn't satisfied.

“I said, sit on my face!” He growls. You whimper loudly, feeling his hands cup your ass and squeezing harshly.

“Yes sir.” You whisper, obeying him as you sit properly on him.

“Good girl.” He hums before sucking on your clit straight away. You moan his name loudly, pleasure rushing down your spine. As he sucks and licks your sensitive bundle of nerves, you take liberty in gliding your hands up your stomach to cup your own breasts.

You tilt your head back, moaning Chan's name repeatedly as you knead your own breasts, occasionally rolling and tugging at your own nipple.

You feel Chan's tongue lap at your entrance greedily, desperately trying to catch every drop of your essence as his tattooed hands squeeze and part your ass cheeks in the process.

“Fuck, Chan.” You shakily breath out, running your fingers through his curls. His tongue effortlessly enters inside, his tongue caressing your walls.

“C-Channie…” A simple hum can be heard from the man below you. You look down at him, his piercing, lust blown eyes meeting yours causing you to shiver.

Before your brain could register what you were doing, your hips started to move on their own, the tip of Chan's nose nudging and rubbing your clit as you grind effortlessly on his face.

Normally, Chan would punish you for this because he didn't give you permission to do so, however, seeing you look so ethereal to him. Your head kicked back, fingers tugging and pinching your nipples, lips parted as your hips move erratically, desperate for release - it's enough to make him blow in his own underwear.

“Chan, fuck! Good, so good!” You cry out. One hand releases from your ass cheeks in order for him to pull his cock out of his underwear. He pumps himself slowly, wanting to savour the moment. He uses his own thumb to rub the tip of his cock, smearing his pre-cum around which makes his own hips buck.

Pressure builds up in the lower half of your stomach, your mind becoming foggy with lust. All you want is Chan, all you need is Chan. He's plaguing your thoughts and he doesn't even know about it.

With every lick, suck and nibble brings you closer to the edge. Your thighs burn and shake from grinding down on him, desperately wanting to close but unable to do so. Chan knows your close, your exhibiting the tell-tale signs, the signs he knows too well.

Body shaking, lips parted but no words coming out. Your stomach clenching and being sucked in as you struggle to hold on.

“C-Cha– I can't!” You sob, the pressure being too much to bear. Chan hums, giving you the go ahead. You tug at his curls harshly, feeling your orgasm hit and wash over you in waves, causing the hair on your arms to stand straight.

Your juices squirt out on Chan's face, his already open mouth, catching each drop. With each droplet, he hums making sure to swallow. Once calm, you pant heavily, stroking his hair.

In one swift movement, your back on your back, Chan between your legs. He licks his lips clean of any remaining juice, wiping his chin with the back of his hand.

“More.” He whispers, taking off his boxer shorts. You swallow thickly, expecting him to slide between your legs and fuck you hard and rough, but Chan has other ideas.

Instead of his cock, he inserts two of his fingers deep inside you. You groan deeply, back arching as he pumps them, fingers curling along your sopping and tight walls.

“C-Chan!!” You cry out, gripping onto his wrists. “W-Wait!”

Ruthless. His movements ruthless, fingers curling and abusing your g-spot making you uncontrollably shake and wither. Your hair sticks to your forehead, sweat coating the ends as your body burns.

He rubs your clit from side to side, rubs matching the tempo of the thrusts. You let out strangled moans, the oversensitivity burning, causing your nerve endings to be on high alert.

“Ch-Chan!”

“That's my girl. I know you can take it.” He kisses your thighs, biting at the skin as his hair tickles it. ”Can you take it, princess? Bear with it and cum for me again like the good lil pup you are?”

“Take it.. I can take it! 'm good girl.. I'd do anything for you.” You whimper, nails digging into the skin of his wrists.

“That's my girl. You're such a good girl for me, y/n.”

“G-Good girl. I'm good girl. Channie's good girl.”

“That's right. Who do you belong to?”

“Y-You!” Your head flops from side to side, the oversensitivity burning and becoming painful. Your juices spill out of your cunt, slipping down the curve of your ass and onto the sheets. Before you could warn him, your juices suddenly squirt out, landing on Chan's forearm.

Chan watches with a smirk on his lips, his fingers showing no signs of slowing down. He watches the way your body twists and turns, legs shake and your hands gripping onto the bed sheets. He pulls his fingers out before taking off his boxer shorts, situating himself between your legs straight after.

He tugs at his cock, lining it up to your entrance as he holds onto your waist.

“You've been such a good girl for me, pup. Now I'm going to give you what you've been waiting for.” He purrs. You give him a dumb smile, hissing as he pushes his cock inside your tight and sopping cunt.

He pushes all the way to the hilt, your walls contracting around him. He grunts deeply as he hangs his head low, the feeling of your tightness suffocating him.

“Shit.” He mumbles, before thrusting at a slow and steady pace. “Shit, you're so tight pup.”

“C-Chan. More… need more!”

“Does my pup want more of my cock? Are you greedy for it?”

“Y-yes. faster, harder. Chan, please I beg you. I need to feel so much more of you!” You eyes silently beg him, tears pricking your lower lash line

“Awe.” He coos, stroking your cheek. “Look at you begging for it. You know what I like, such a slut.”

Your body jolts suddenly, Chan's hips snapping harshly against yours as he fucks you raw. Your back arches, his cock instantly hitting your g-spot making you see stars. Your toes curl, the wet sounds of your soppy cunt filling up the bedroom.

“C-Cha–'' You struggle to say, feeling your mind slowly become clouded. You feel yourself slowly losing all sense, Chan being the only thing you're able to focus on. The way his cock drives deep inside you, his length rubbing your walls in the most delicious way that drives out every pant and moans.

“I can't! Chan, i– deep, you're so deep!” A dumb smile plasters on your face, lips parted as tears spill from the corners of your eyes. Your body becomes consumed with too much pleasure, the tips of your fingers and toes tingling, your skin feeling like it's on fire.

Your juices coat Chan's cock with each pull back, spilling from your soppy cunt. Chan growls and groans, his fingers digging into your waist harshly, purple bruises slowly forming in their wake.

“Such a tight cunt. Your walls are squeezing my cock.” Chan groans deeply, tingles of pleasure run down his spine to his cock and balls, making it twitch inside you. “Shit pup!”

“C-Channie–” Your body tosses and turns, sweat coating your body. Chan pushes back his sweaty curls with one hand before leaning over you, resting on his forearms. His tempo slows down, but he stays deep inside.

“Look at me, pup.” He whispers, hot breath fanning against your face. You slowly turn your head, giving him a dumb smile. Eyes hazily and lidded, nothing but thoughts of Chan swimming around in your head.

“My dumb pup. Did you get fucked dumb from my cock?” He coos. You simply nod, unable to form sentences. “Cant even speak, huh? You really are a dumb slut.”

“Yes.” You whisper, unaware of what you're saying. “Chans dumb slut. I'm channie's dumb slut.”

“Good girl.” He growls, his lips pressing against yours. The kiss is sloppy, teeth and tongues bashing and colliding. Spit mixes together, spilling from the corner of your lips.

He leans up once again, towering over you. Holding onto your waist tightly, he resumes his powerful and ruthless thrusting. Skin slapping on skin, the back of your thighs turning red raw from the constant abuse.

“I'm going to breed my pup. Give you my seed.”

“Yes! Give it to me Chan. Breed me, please."

“You want my seed, little one? Going to milk my cock dry just to get what you want?” Your walls clench around Chan from his words, a deep grunt falling past his lips.

“Y-Yes!” You choke out, throat and mouth feeling sore and dry from the continuous pants.

“Fuck, such a greedy little girl.” His own voice raspy from overuse, his hips faltering at the thought of filling you to the brim.

“I might not last long.” He whispers, his eyes trailing to the space that connects you both together. His body shivers as he watches his cock penetrate you over and over again.

Your walls clamp around Chan, that familiar pressure building up once again. You claw at Chan's arms, red welts appearing on his skin and you wither.

“C-Chan. I-I'm…” Chan simply hums in acknowledgement, watching the way your juices continually spill from your swollen and overused cunt.

A couple more thrusts and hits on your g-spot and your orgasm hits you, hard. You gasp for breath, back arching violently from the bed as you squirt your juices all over Chan's cock, his lower half of his body and the sheets.

Chan's eyes widen, his movements coming to a stop as he watches. “Holy–” He simply whispers.

Your body violently shakes, the ability to breath is apparent. You whisper and moan Chan's name over and over again, like a ritual.

“Still, to this day, you never fail to amaze me.” Chan growls, showing no mercy on his thrusting. He's being selfish, wants to chase his own high, fill you up nice and deep with his seed.

The oversensitivity causes you to pant heavily, choke on air. Body withers side to side, hands gripping onto the sheets tightly as you struggle to comprehend.

“C-Ch–” You sob, toes curling as tears spill down your cheeks.

“I know, I know pup.” His head dips low, eyes squeezing shut as his balls get tighter, the pressure becoming too much. “Just, a little longer.”

Your muscles scream at you, body slick with sweat. Your cunt burns and stings from overuse. Soft praises emit from Chan's lips, his orgasm approaching fast.

“Shit!” One final thrust was all it took. You feel his hot cum shoot out, coating your walls. His cock twitches with each release. You hum softly, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel him filling you up.

“It's so much.” He whispers, embarrassed as he hangs his head low. “I'm sorry pup, it's so much.”

“More.” You simply whisper. Chan slowly pulls out of you, his cum seeping out from your swollen pussy. Your face scrunches up as your hips buck from the sting. “I want more.”

“No more, pup.” Chan softly speaks. Your bottom lip quivers.

“Why?!”

“Because–” Chan grabs some baby wipes, gently cleaning the cum from your cunt. You whimper, your cunt still too sensitive. “You're sore.”

“I can take it! Please chan!” You weakly lean up on your elbows.

“As much as I would love to fuck you into the night pup, I can't. You're too sore for any more.”

“But–”

“No buts pup. We go take a bath, get some food and calm down. You're sore and tender and I don't want to hurt you anymore, even if it is intentionally. I get off knowing that you feel good, that's the main reason why I feel good. If I go back to fucking you at this moment in time and I see that you're in pain, it's not fun no more, pup.”

You pout, looking down. Disappointed? Yes, but you understand. Now that your hormones are slowly calming down, your head slowly becoming clearer, you understand his reasoning.

“Fine.” You mumble, pouting. Chan chuckles softly, pressing a sweet and gentle kiss on your sweaty forehead.

“I'll run us a bath, where we can relax, clean up and talk about our day.” Chan shuffles off the bed. ”After that, I'm going to smother you in so much love and kisses!”

You squeal as you get picked up in his strong, tattooed arms. You wrap your legs around his waist, arms around his neck as he cups under your ass to keep you stable.

“How does that sound pup?” He whispers softly, lips brushing against yours.

“It sounds perfect Chan, just like you.”

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koalaty22 · 6 months

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🩷 Kinjou is my bestie, we both love idol princes~👑🎤

#my new boss is goofy #my art #fanart #新しい上司はど天然 #god I love Kinjou #he's just like me fr~

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wweskywalker · 2 years

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“I am aware that I am surrounded by people who feel that they could do the job better, strong people with powerful characters, but for better or worse, the crown has landed on my head.” 👑

-Queen Elizabeth II, The Crown.

I labor day and night for 2 days for this so here’s a breakdown: Queen Rhaenyra. Before her, came the princesses Alyssa and Daella, her grandmothers. And then Princess Rhaenys, The Queen Who Never Was, her aunt and, possibly, mentor. Then, Queen Aemma Arryn, late consort. And at the top, Queen Visenya, Conquerer of The Seven Kingdoms. Rhaenyra’s heroine.

At the bottom are the men Rhaenyra adore most: King Viserys, her late father, and his lasting love for her. A past of her childhood. And there is her uncle Daemon, her consort and her passion.

*Rhaenyra’s idolization of Visenya must be acknowledged wether you want to or not: That braid is very common but everyone chose to note that Nyra wore it that way SPECIFICALLY to mimic Visenya.

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tafeekafee · 26 days

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⌛👑No more, keep your soul

Title from HALAZIA (ATEEZ)

Summary: The morning before a concert Yeosang starts feeling awful to a point where he wishes to just be unable to perform but despite Hongjoong’s protests he is forced to be on stage.

CW: emeto, fainting, medics, hospital, mistreatment, self-doubt, open ending

Sickie: Yeosang Caretaker: Hongjoong

„Hyung, I don’t feel well.“

The five words every hyung-line K-Pop Idol dreaded to hear. Especially on the day of a concert. Especially when a few moments ago they had been asleep.

Hongjoong was no exception. Every time one of his dongsaengs was in distress he had to try to keep it together in his worry for their health. San, Mingi and Wooyoung were the members most vocal about their wellbeing and so he heard those words often enough, though he would never get used to it.

Over the years and in the close, shared dorm illnesses used to spread like wildfire. Every time one of the members brought home any virus or bacteria be it a head cold, a common flu, the stomach flu or any other sickness soon most of them would be down. Now, in the new dorms divided into three groups and everybody with their own room, illnesses could be contained to one room or at least one apartment. Most of the time. Still, Hongjoong wasn’t any more happy about the words that had pulled him from sleep.

ATEEZ were to perform in about twelve hours in one of the biggest stadiums in Seoul. ‘At least they were in Seoul and not in a hotel in a foreign country’, Hongjoong thought to himself as he stared at his pale dongsaeng, who was clutching the door frame to his hyung’s room with one arm, the other wrapped around his stomach.

It was unusual for Yeosang to admit to sickness at times, even to his members, so color Hongjoong surprised and, most of all, very very worried. Besides, to have his shy dongsaeng wake him up was enough of a reg flag.

The hallway was flooded with light but as Hongjoong’s room was still dark, he concluded that it was very early. After a quick look at his alarm clock, his suspicion was confirmed. Not even six am. Despite wanting nothing more than curling up and going back to sleep, Hongjoong lifted his covers to invite the younger man in.

They had had a movie night the previous evening and Yeosang had fallen asleep half-way through. Jongho had carried him to his bed, none of them willing to wake him if he was so exhausted, and then had just decided to spend the night in Yeosang’s bed at the dorm he shared with Yunho.

Maybe they should have been more worried about Yeosang’s unusual behavior.

“Come in, Sang-ah, and tell me what is going on”, he encouraged and quickly Yeosang crossed the room and crawled under the covers to press himself to his hyung. It was not often that Yeosang willingly sought out skinship but Hongjoong supposed if he was awake now something must be wrong enough that he wanted a hug anyway.

Hongjoong wrapped his arm around the younger man, letting him seek any comfort he needed. Who was he to deny him that?

He briefly touched Yeosang’s forehead, feeling for a fever. He was warm, yes, but he had been under the bedcovers as far as Hongjoong knew and so he wasn’t warm enough to worry Hongjoong into leaving him to fetch a thermometer.

“Hyung, my stomach hurts and I feel sick”, Yeosang muttered, sounding close to tears. The captain sighed. It was really terrible timing but it wasn’t Yeosang’s fault.

“Did you throw up?”, he asked. Yeosang shook his head. At least something - though if Yeosang was up in the middle of the night because of the nausea, he didn’t doubt that it stood in their near future. How near remained to be seen.

“Think you are going to?”

“Maybe”, Yeosang whispered, “I don’t want to, hyung.”

“If you need to, you need to, Yeosangie. You might feel better after”, Hongjoong reassured him. If Yeosang truly was sick, there was nothing to be done, concert be damned. Either Yeosang got better soon enough to sing sitting down or they would need to perform as seven. It wasn’t ideal but there was no better alternative. After all, they couldn’t just cancel the concert.

Yeosang whined, not sounding convinced at all. “Hyung, I just want to sleep. I’ve been up for hours. Maybe I will feel better when I wake up.” He sounded hopeful but Hongjoong wasn’t.

“You could have woken me up earlier, baby”, he settled on saying.

The younger just shrugged, clearly not wanting to talk about it. “Can I just try to sleep here?”

“Of course”, Hongjoong said softly, running his hand through Yeosang’s hair to try to get him to calm down.

⌛

It didn’t work. Less than twenty minutes later Yeosang, who had fallen into a light sleep, jerked upright, a gag ringing in the otherwise silent room.

“Alright, okay, let’s sit in the bathroom for the moment”, Hongjoong said, pushing himself up to try to get his dongsaeng to the toilet in time. He pulled Yeosang to his feet, the younger not at all steady, and moved them to the bathroom as fast as possible. Hongjoong spared a fleeting thought to Wooyoung, hoping he didn’t wake up from their frantic run. He didn’t feel awake enough to deal with a sick dongsaeng and a panicked one on top.

They crashed to the floor in front of the toilet just in time for Yeosang to start gagging violently again. Hongjoong positioned him so he was kneeling down and sat beside him, one hand rubbing his back, the other gently holding his hair out of Yeosang’s eyes. He retched helplessly, over and over again, but nothing came up. A few strands of spit dangled from his lips but otherwise his efforts weren’t effective. He dry-heaved for a few minutes, Hongjoong whispering comforting nonsense into his ears.

“Baby, try to calm down”, the captain encouraged, heart breaking for his unwell member. Involuntary tears were running down Yeosang’s face and he was gasping for breath. Slowly, with Hongjoong’s help, the younger managed to calm down enough to slump into his hyung. Hongjoong kept running his hand over Yeosang’s back in a soothing motion and settled the younger into a more comfortable position against his side.

“I want my noona”, Yeosang whispered, voice a bit hoarse. Hongjoong took a deep breath. He felt about the same – he never had been that good with sickness and he longed for his eomma, who could comfort anybody who needed it. She would be so much better than Hongjoong in this position. It really wasn’t his forte, no wonder Yeosang wanted the reassurance of his older sister. Yeosang’s family lived so far away and due to their work the younger never had much time with them. He hadn’t seen them in so long – maybe Hongjoong could ask the CEO for a free week at one point.

“I know, baby, I know”, Hongjoong said helplessly. “How about I check for a fever and then you can lie down in my bed? I’ll get you a bucket in case you need to throw up?”

Yeosang nodded slightly but didn’t remove his hands that were clutching Hongjoong’s arm.

“Let me get up”, Hongjoong said and swiped Yeosang’s sweaty hair from his forehead.

Reluctantly the younger let go of him and Hongjoong walked to the cabinet, rummaging around trying to find where Seonghwa had placed the medical supplies last time Hongjoong had been sick. Maybe they even had something against the violent nausea.

Aha! Deep down in the cabinets Hongjoong never willingly opened he found what he was looking for and soon he crouched down next to Yeosang, holding out the forehead thermometer which was so much more hygienic than the in-mouth ones they had before.

“37.9”, he read out and leafed through the instructions to find out if that was a fever already. No matter how often he checked for elevated temperatures he never managed to remember the critical numbers. “That’s a low fever alright”, he muttered to himself, then looked up to the younger. “Do you think you can stomach some anti-nausea medication and something for the fever?”

Yeosang shook his head. “I don’t think I can put anything in my mouth.”

“Alright, let’s see if you feel better later on. Think you’re ready to go back to bed?”, Hongjoong asked. Yeosang nodded.

Carefully he helped the younger man up, letting him gain his bearings before they made their slow track back to Hongjoong’s bedroom. He laid Yeosang down on the mattress, pulled the covers over him and placed a kiss on his forehead. “Try to sleep, okay? I’ll get a bucket just in case and then I’ll join you.”

Yeosang nodded sleepily. Now that he was lying down again he seemed to be barely able to keep his eyes open.

Quietly Hongjoong walked out of the room towards the small alcove in the hallway where they stored their cleaning supplies, towels, bed sheets and so on. He grabbed one of the old, stained towels – a mirage to their constantly changing hair colors – and the designated sick bucket. When he entered his room again, he found Yeosang already deep asleep, so he silently crept the distance to the bed and placed the towel on the ground, the bucket on top. Seeing no possibility how he could crawl back under the blankets without waking his dongsaeng, he glanced towards his alarm clock. 06:09 am. He would take it – he had been up earlier often enough.

So he made his way back out and set about disinfecting the bathroom. While Yeosang hadn’t actually vomited (yet) he wanted to make sure the bathroom was as germ-free as possible. He knew it wouldn’t do much to calm Wooyoung’s nerves – the younger one so terrified of nausea and vomiting that he would probably refuse to use the bathroom nevertheless. Hongjoong sighed, not looking forward to the coming day.

⌛

Three hours and countless cups of coffee later Hongjoong had finished about two lines for their next comeback. Which wasn’t good but sue him, he was tired and he had been more focused on any sounds of distress coming from the bedroom than on his work.

Giving up on that particular task he took his phone out and sent a message to Yunho before calling Seonghwa. About nine o’clock on a concert day, most members would be up.

“Yeoboseyo”, Seonghwa greeted him, voice still deep from sleep. So much for expecting them to be awake.

“Sorry, did I wake you?”, Hongjoong said, hating if he disturbed some well deserved rest.

“Nah, I just haven’t found the motivation to leave my warm bed yet”, Seonghwa said with a laugh, “anyways, what can I do for you? It’s not like you to call so early.” Well, early was maybe a bit of a stretch but Seonghwa had a point. Hongjoong seldomly called first.

Hongjoong sighed and rested his head on his free hand. “It’s Yeosang-ah”, he answered and heard Seonghwa breathe in loudly in worry, “he’s sick. Woke me up at around five because he was nauseous and had a stomach ache. He hasn’t thrown up but I don’t doubt he will at some point. He really isn’t doing well.”

“Oh no, poor baby”, Seonghwa replied, sounding heartfeltly sorry for their younger member. “Does he have a fever? Do you need help? Did you talk with management yet?”

Hongjoong laughed a bit at the rapid questions. No wonder people always called him the mother of the group. “He was at 37.9° earlier. I haven’t called the manager yet, I wanted to do that as soon as I knew if it’s just Yeosang or if the others are feeling bad too. Are you feeling alright?”

“I’m fine”, Seonghwa reassured him quickly, “I’ll go ask the kids how they are feeling. I think Mingi and Yeosang shared dinner yesterday, if it’s food poisoning he will be down too. Otherwise I guess we’ll all soon have the stomach flu.”

“Yey”, Hongjoong said in the least enthusiastic way possible.

“Hold on”, Seonghwa said and then a bit muffled Hongjoong heard him speak to somebody else. He took the time to check his messages to find Yunho saying that he and Jongho were feeling fine and that Jongho would stay over for the day.

“Mingi-yah is feeling fine, he asked me to tell you that you should tell Yeosang to feel better. Sannie isn’t up yet but he was gaming until late, I won’t be surprised if he sleeps a few hours yet. If he hasn’t gotten up by eleven I’ll be worried”, Seonghwa concluded, having put the phone back to his ear.

“Alright”, Hongjoong said, “well, that’s good. I texted Yunho already and it seems like it’s just Yeosang-ah. Wooyoungie isn’t up yet though.”

“He’ll have a hard time today”, Seonghwa mumbled sadly, knowing how badly Wooyoung’s emetophobia was, “if he wants he can come over as soon as he’s up.”

“Thank you, Hwa”, Hongjoong replied, “I wanted to ask that too.”

“Of course.”

They chatted for a few minutes until Hongjoong decided that he better text the manager as early as possible.

To Manager-hyung (09:20): Good morning! Yeosang isn’t feeling well, he was up with nausea and a slight fever (37.9°) earlier. I can’t say for sure but I don’t think he can perform today.

From Manager-hyung (09:22): Good morning, Joong-ah! We’ll have to see if he can sit out. If he absolutely can’t perform I’ll do everything in my power to keep him off the stage but I can’t make any promises. Sorry.

To Manager-hyung (09:24): Please do your best! I’m worried about him.

Hongjoong nearly suffered a heart attack when suddenly a voice next to his ear called a loud “Good morning, hyung!”. He barely managed to suppress the scream but might have hit Wooyoung who was grinning gleefully at him. Hongjoong threw him a dirty look.

“Who are you so intensely texting that you don’t notice me?”, Wooyoung asked with a small and very fake pout. Hongjoong sighed. He was very much not looking forward to telling the younger man about the events of the night.

“Morning, Wooyoungie. I was texting manager-hyung. I was up with Yeosangie early this morning, he isn’t feeling very well. Nauseous and a slightly higher temperature than I would like but he hasn’t thrown up”, he informed Wooyoung who immediately paled and had a slightly panicked look on his face.

“Oh”, he whispered and then: “I was just in the bathroom…”

“I disinfected everything and as I said he didn’t actually throw up. He’s just really nauseous, so you don’t need to wo…”

“Hongjoong-hyung?”, the panicked voice of Yeosang called loudly, followed by a harsh gag. It was like fate hated him.

“Sorry, Wooyoungie, why don’t you go over to Seonghwa’s?”, Hongjoong called over his shoulder, already half-way out of the kitchen.

He found Yeosang sitting on the edge of his bed, the bucket on his lap and his face buried in there. Coughing and gagging echoed from inside though Hongjoong didn’t hear the tell-tale sound of liquid hitting plastic.

“Oh, baby”, Hongjoong mumbled and took a seat next to Yeosang, gently rubbing his back. A glance into the bucket (though he would rather do anything else) revealed what he had already suspected – Yeosang was still not bringing anything up.

“Try to take a deep breath, love”, Hongjoong suggested when it became clear that Yeosang would not vomit at this point. “I’m sorry you’re feeling so sick.”

“I really don’t feel good, hyung”, Yeosang whispered and turned so he could bury his face in Hongjoong’s shoulder. With a sigh, Hongjoong drew him in his arms. He wished he could help the younger somehow.

“I already texted with manager-hyung”, he said instead, “he said you might be able to get out of performing tonight if you don’t feel better.”

Of course Yeosang immediately heard the other part of that sentence.

“I might have to perform?”, Yeosang asked, eyes wide and instantly teary. It was clear that he wasn’t in any position to work that day. Normally he would fight to perform so it must be really bad. “Hyung, I…?”

He was interrupted by the sound of Hongjoong’s phone ringing. As Hongjoong was about to decline he saw it was the same manager who he had texted with earlier. Maybe he had good news.

⌛

“I have bad news”, the manager started, sounding apologetic, “I called a few of the higher-up executives and they said unless Yeosangie is running a higher fever than 38.5°C or keeps throwing up he has to perform.”

“Well, shit”, Hongjoong said, running a hand through his hair. God, this was the worst possible outcome, “Hyung, isn’t there anything you can do?”

“I can’t do anything right now. I’ll have the medics check on him before the show though, maybe they are more helpful. I’m sorry I can’t do more for you.”

“It’s okay, it’s not your fault”, Hongjoong said, “thank you, see you later. Bye.”

Yeosang was looking at him with fear written all over his face. “I have to perform?”, he guessed from the parts of the conversation he had been able to hear.

“Not if I can help it, baby. If you get a higher fever or throw up you won’t set a foot on stage. I’ll try to convince the medics to declare you unfit for performing”, Hongjoong promised. If Yeosang did not want to perform then it really was bad. Normally he never even actively sought out anybody for help. Maybe it was the exhaustion of the past months, maybe it was something else but Hongjoong had a bad feeling about it.

Yet, for now, all they could do was wait.

⌛

Yeosang managed to sleep for most parts of the day. His fever wasn’t rising but it also didn’t go down.

The worst was the moments he was awake, feeling sick and gagging over the bucket for minutes at times without getting sick. Hongjoong was quickly becoming sick of that particular problem. It hurt to see the poor dancer this ill.

The manager was to take them to the venue in the afternoon so after a few hours Hongjoong had no choice but to go see if he could get Yeosang to wake up again. He had slept soundly for longer than an hour at this point and Hongjoong wanted anything but to wake him. He had no choice, however.

“Yeosang-ah”, he whispered, shaking his shoulder slightly. The younger man barely stirred, so Hongjoong tried a bit harder. It took a few minutes until he was looking into Yeosang’s barely awake but already teary eyes.

“It’s time?”, he guessed, his voice full of fear.

Hongjoong just nodded. “I’m so sorry, baby.”

“It’s not your fault, hyung”, Yeosang replied quietly, sitting up over the side of the bed. “I want to take a shower. Can you get me some clothes?”

Hongjoong nodded. “Do you need help getting to the bathroom?”

Yeosang shook his head and shakily made his way out of the bedroom.

Hongjoong sighed and followed him. He decided to get some of Jongho’s clothes for him - he knew that Yunho could bring over some of Yeosang’s own clothes but he knew it would bring comfort to his dongsaeng to wear borrowed clothes.

As Hongjoong knocked on the bathroom door, he heard the sound of the tap running. Concluding that Yeosang wasn’t in the shower yet, he decided to walk in and nearly dropped the clothes in shock.

“Yeosang-ah? What are you doing?”, he asked his sobbing dongsaeng, who was chucking back a glass of water - not the first one from the splashes of liquid on his shirt. Yeosang didn’t seem to hear him - or just straight-up ignored him - and refilled the empty glass to start drinking again.

Now Hongjoong did drop the clothes and ran over to him, grasping his wrist before the glass could make contact with Yeosang’s lips.

“What are you doing?”, he repeated frantically. He couldn’t make sense of the younger’s actions. Just earlier he had refused a few sips of water and now he was drinking it like no tomorrow?

“Hyung”, Yeosang cried and lowered the glass, “I … the manager said I can’t perform if I throw up, right? So I thought drinking a lot of water would actually make me sick and I could sit out but now I just feel even worse.” He started to cry at that and, feeling helpless and not knowing what to say, Hongjoong just pried the cup from his fingers and set it down before pulling Yeosang in an embrace.

Hongjoong had always promised himself he would never ever let his members get mistreated. Yet, here he was, stopping his dongsaeng from making himself throw up so he didn’t have to be on stage when sick. How had it come to this?

Why couldn’t he be a good captain? But he was too scared to boycott the concert – ATEEZ was just growing in popularity and they couldn’t just refuse to perform for some “minor illness”. Was he really such a coward?

“Oh, baby, I am so sorry”, he whispered and rubbed the sobbing younger’s back. There was nothing else he could do.

“Hyung, hyungie”, Yeosang sobbed, shaking like a leaf, “I can’t do this.”

Hongjoong took a deep breath, scared he would start to cry along with his dongsaeng. He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t force Yeosang to perform. There was no way. He hid his face in Yeosang’s shoulder to hide his own tears.

⌛

“I can’t do anything”, the manager said, “I tried, I promise, Joong-ah. He needs to be on stage…”

“Hyung, Sang-ah tried to force himself to throw up so he wouldn’t have to perform. You know him, Yeosang always wants to be on stage but he can’t do it today”, Hongjoong yelled.

After the whole ordeal he had helped Yeosang take a shower, the younger predictably feeling even worse than before. They had waited for the manager to gather them, hoping that seeing Yeosang would help sway the decision but it was clear that the manager was as powerless as they were.

“I … I am sorry”, the captain immediately apologized, seeing the hurt look on the manager-hyungs face, “I am sorry. Just … I’m so scared.”

“I know, Joong-ah”, the manager said and wrapped him in a quick hug. Hongjoong relaxed for a moment, letting himself and his responsibility be held. “I am too. I even tried to reach the CEO on his vacation but I couldn’t reach him. I know he would let Yeosang sit out. The best I could do was make his substitute allow Yeosang-ah to sit down while singing. He doesn’t have to dance.”

Hongjoong exhaled. At least something. It was like a tiny bread crumb was thrown to a starving man but he would take it. It minimized the risk of falling and injury if nothing else.

“I am so sorry, Yeosangie”, the manager said and bowed to the younger man sitting curled up on the couch with his arms wrapped around his bloated and churning stomach.

“Thank you for trying”, Yeosang said quietly, “at least I don’t have to fear puking on stage from moving.”

That was barely any consolation, wasn’t it?

⌛

“Hello ATINY”, Hongjoong yelled into the mic, causing the whole stadium to start cheering. He threw a glance at Yeosang, who was sitting off to the side on a chair as promised, before he continued: “Yeosang-ah isn’t feeling 100% today so he will stay sitting down. Please give him all your love.” The crowd cheered again and a chant of ‘feel better, Yeosang-ah’ started up.

For the first time today Yeosang smiled.

For the first time today Hongjoong thought they could do it.

⌛

The VCR break was much needed. Somehow it was always more difficult to perform with one member less dancing with them - it threw off their energy. None of them wanted to be on stage when they knew one of eight was off their game.

The members were all so worried for Yeosang and it clearly showed though they tried to hide it.

Hongjoong was taken to the side by the stylist-noona as soon as he got off stage so he had lost sight of the sick member. He was impatient to return to Yeosang’s side but he knew he had to let the stylist do her job.

Just as she was done fixing his make-up and he was already half-way out of his seat to look for Yeosang, Hongjoong spotted the younger man leaning against the far wall. His face was completely ashen, sweat was pouring down his face and body, leaving him more sweat-soaked than any of them and he was swaying slightly.

“Joong-hyung”, he called out weakly, as if sensing Hongjoong’s eyes on him. All members turned to face him.

Then Yeosang leaned forward, nearly falling flat on his face, and threw up. Huge amounts of the water he had drunk spilled from his lips to create a disgusting puddle on the floor which was growing rapidly as all of them were frozen in shock, except for Wooyoung who whimpered and was pulled into a comforting embrace by Mingi.

It was what Hongjoong had nearly hoped for but now as he watched his dongsaeng get so sick he couldn’t do anything but stare. How had they come to this? How was throwing up during a clothing change a good thing?

Between a few retches, Yeosang was able to look up at Hongjoong with teary eyes.

There was a smile on his face, so unfitting the position he was in. Then Yeosang mumbled: “This means I don’t have to perform anymore, right?”

Before Hongjoong could respond, Yeosang’s eyes rolled back into his head and it was as if it was in slow-motion that Hongjoong watched him stumble a few steps backwards before collapsing. Yunho, who had been sitting on a nearby sofa, jumped to his feet and barely managed to catch him before he hit the floor.

Everything happened so fast then. The managers called for the medics who came running, swarming him and Yunho, shoving an oxygen mask on Yeosang’s face, taking his vitals. The numbers flew right over Hongjoong’s head as he watched in shock.

“Hyung”, a small voice said and Hongjoong turned to see Jongho standing beside him, looking on with worry. But he grasped Hongjoong’s hand tightly and whispered: “Yeosangie-hyung is going to be fine, don’t worry, hyung.”

All Hongjoong could do was squeeze his hand back.

⌛

“He’s just exhausted and dehydrated”, the head medic concluded, “that’s why he passed out. We’ll take him to the hospital for fluids and medication but he will be fine in a few days.”

“Thank you”, the manager said, “I’ll go with him. Then I will contact the CEO by all means necessary. Hongjoong-ah, I’ll have the other manager make an announcement that the break will take a bit longer. Take your time to get the team’s nerves together and continue. For Yeosang and for ATINY! Hwaiting!”

Hongjoong closed his eyes and nodded. He didn’t want to watch the medics carry off his Yeosangie on a stretcher. But they were idols. They had to go on. People had paid to see them.

Suddenly an arm was wrapped around the captain and then more and more until all members held him in a group hug.

It was going to be a long concert.

Was it even worth it?

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