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miyosei · 8 months

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TO YOU, MY WORLD.

premise. i assign them a oneus song based on what it’s like when they love you — ft. clorinde, lyney, navia, neuvillette

reader is gn, lowercase, written before the release of clorinde / navia / neuvillette, you don’t need to know oneus to understand ( but if you do please be my friend )

CLORINDE. champion duelist

you and i are in different conditions, it’s tiring approaching you cold — fragile

it’s almost frustrating—how incompatible you are, how suffocating the atmosphere is when she’s in the same room as you, how stiff the conversations feel when you force yourself to be cordial.

not to the fault of her, or even you for that matter. you are just so inexplicably difficult to grasp, like a sword just out of her reach and so close to the tips of her fingers.

but clorinde is an unstoppable force and is stubborn to a fault. and you are a cannon made of glass.

or maybe, you are the moon, pulling her in during the high tides and letting go once the sun begins to rise. a secret kept behind closed doors only when there are no prying eyes—the people of fontaine are notoriously known for their love of gossip.

maybe the truth isn’t that you aren’t incompatible, just opposite forces that are too powerful for their own good. because when she isn’t trailing behind your respective god or walking beside the chief justice, you find that clorinde the person and clorinde the champion duelist are rather different from each other. and much to your chagrin, just clorinde is regrettably more pleasant than you’ve led yourself to believe.

clorinde cannot afford to be emotional. it is nonnegotiable, a fundamental pillar that comes with her occupation—the one she swore her life to until her final breath.

still, she can’t help but want to be closer to you. stealing glances every so often during court trials, lingering near your home for just a second too long when she passes by on her patrols, stopping her hands from reaching out to you during the rare instances where you happen to cross paths.

clorinde has fought many battles and has come out of that same arena unscathed without a single imperfection on her skin. but when you stand before her face to face glaring daggers into her head with eyes that have long since put her in her grave, clorinde thinks this is one fight she does not know how to win.

LYNEY. spectacle of phantasmagoria

the long awaited curtains finally open, and the lights shine only on you — stand by

for lyney, it comes as easily as setting a stage. and luckily for him, he has had years of experience of entertainment to last him the next lifetime.

adjust the lights, load the sparklers, make sure all the props are perfectly prepared—because it has to be perfect, or it is not worth calling a show at all.

it has to be perfect because you’re sitting there in the center of his world, and he cannot handle the thought of disappointing you when your eyes twinkle and you have a smile that makes his heart flutter out of his chest. truly, he thinks you’ve been the one charming him and not the other way around.

and it’s your seat, nobody else’s. he’ll throw a fit if anyone else gets assigned that spot in the opera, lynette has seen it turn out so one too many times.

when did he become so lovesick, lyney tries to pinpoint where it started. it’s difficult to gauge, because even in his deepest memories, you were always there. in every corner of his heart, in all the gaps of his fingers. it all reminds him of you. the street performers sing choirs of love that make his heart melt, trinkets on display he wonder if you would like, desserts through the windows that he would love to try with you.

( correction: desserts that lyney would love to see you try. not because he particularly dislikes sweets, but because he fears his heart may just go into overdrive if exposed to both the melting flavors and your hypnotizing light. )

“how horrible, i’ve been ruined!” he falls dramatically into the cushions of his bed, face first into the pillows as lynette sits idly beside him with a cup of tea. the extravagant display is only two stops short of the truth. one that lyney is reluctant to accept for a number of regrettably selfish reasons.

the first: he buried the dull and boring pieces of himself and locked them away for no one else to see in favor of his charismatic prestige. it would not come so easily to let that go.

the second, and the more daunting: if he suddenly peeled back the facade, would you still love him? would you think him undesirable and remove yourself from his life? no, that would be just awful, he can’t have that happen.

of course, you’ve never had any explicit expectations for him. and of course, lyney doesn’t know if you love him. but he, as every other lovesick loser, truly hopes you do. because he isn’t sure if he can keep denying himself any longer.

but alas, he’s out of time—the stage lights flash and the curtains are drawn open. and lyney, of course, enters with the same dramatic flair. his eyes instantly find yours in the crowd. you’re in your spot, like you always are. your smile makes his chest pound, like it always does.

oh, he can only hope for you to stay once the show ends.

NAVIA. demoiselle of the spina di rosula

it’s like i’m crooked in front of you, my head is spinning round and round — zigzag

the world is moving so quickly, and navia can’t seem to see even two steps in front of her. the last she remembered, you were in front of her with a devilish grin. when she blinked, you were out of sight like she was never speaking to you in the first place.

oh, this is so embarrasing. spina di rosula’s big boss caught in a lovestruck daze, all because of an outsider with a pretty smile. melus asks if she’s feeling unwell when her faces runs red—to which navia only responds with a slam to the door of her private headquarters.

it’s all so black and white when it comes to you, like tunnel vision focusing only on the destination. as if you were the one thing she was looking for this entire time.

would you like this dress? or perhaps a matching suit would be better? would it be too over the top to get custom made matching outfits?

“demoiselle, it’s just a small banquet.”

navia almost has the nerve to look shocked. just a small banquet? impossible, nothing is small when it comes to you. everything has to be perfect. because you’re the greatest partner she’s ever had, her closest companion, her number one. of course it has to be perfect. how ridiculous people must be to think it otherwise.

regardless, it’s no secret to anyone that the two of you are most comfortable around each other. behind the flamboyant mask and an outfit with far too many buttons, your laughter rings through the open air and reaches her like a gust of wind—brushing past her hair and leaving her paused and dizzy.

this is absurd, is she tipsy? no—no, she is most definitely sober. sober and flustered and definitely staring far too obviously for her liking. but, if that sparkle in your eyes was any indication, then you didn’t seem to mind it much at all.

NEUVILLETTE. ordainer of inexorable judgement

i was always there just out of your orbit, if only i could tell you i love you — halley’s comet

‘when it rains in fontaine, the hydro dragon is in mourn.’

common knowledge to the people who hailed from the land of justice. and if that is to be treated as fact, then the emotional equivalent of the unforgiving weather must be grief.

but nothing has gone wrong in neuvillette’s life to warrant such a visceral reaction. surely, something is different, but each knob belongs to a door that does not open. an unusual—if not cruel—predicament.

the first time he saw you, it was raining. back then, you didn’t have any coverage and instead stood soaked down to the laces of your boots. what were you thinking about, he wonders. what are you thinking about now, where are you now?

in the moment, he thought you strange for standing out in the worst storm of the season. now, he likens that scene to a better time—cast in the shadow of your light when you turn with a bright grin and ask just what ‘monsieur neuvillette’ is doing out in the pouring rain.

he blinked, almost caught off guard. shouldn’t he be the one asking you that? there is no one else out in the city besides the two of you. any well-minded fontainian would know better than to frolic in the puddles and kick up water in the streets.

but neuvillette, while he does not know why, knows that you are a flame that cannot be doused.

you, always just out of reach from his fingertips when he opens himself with outstretched hands and eyes that don’t quite match his face. you, a searing comet that cuts through the sky without a second to spare, a trail of stardust left in your wake.

and if you were willing to wait for him, just this once. he would come to you open armed with his vulnerability exposed.

don’t talk to me about how lyney’s is so much longer than everyone else’s … i don’t know what happened also if you see me come back to this post to add the images don’t pay it any mind zzzz

#lyney x reader #clorinde x reader #navia x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #clorinde x you #lyney x you #navia x you #neuvillette x you #genshin impact #🌊 — miyosei

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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year

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Irish Breakfast

Pairing: Kim Geonhak x reader

Summary: The man you have no business pining over makes an unexpected reappearance in your life, albeit in less-than-ideal condition.

Word Count: 4.6k

Tags: mafia au, blood/injuries (<- despite the tags the whole thing is still soft)

Author Notes: another submission for the Oneus Trope Bingo hosted by @oneusficevents ! This is for my “mafia au” square. I’ve never written anything like this before so I’m nervous to post, but I hope it’s enjoyable

Annoying, you think, that an entire beverage is going to remind you of a man you can’t have. Especially a beverage as widely versatile as tea.

You turn off the timer and go back into the kitchen, taking the teabag out of your mug. You’ve been branching out to new teas since the first evening you’d tried it in the safehouse, sampling them little by little. You now own a small village’s worth of tea boxes, after watching in horror as your best friend swiped her arm along the shelf of teas at the store and into your cart, insisting it was her treat. You’ve found you don’t care for straight green tea or matcha (green bean water, more like), but you like jasmine just fine, peppermint too. English Breakfast is okay, just not as malty, and chai is good if you add more cream than usual.

Tonight, though, you’re allowing yourself to Admit and Mope Over having feelings for a made man. Which, naturally, means your tea is his favorite, Irish Breakfast. You set the teabag in your spoon and wrap the string around it, wringing extra tea into the mug. You’ve gotten rather good at it with practice.

You turn to throw out the teabag when you hear a muted thump from somewhere in your apartment.

You stare, unmoving, at the teabag dangling in your hand over the garbage bin. It swings gently back and forth, and you try a deep breath. One, two, three four. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight.

By the end of the deep breath, no more noises have come. You drop the teabag in the bin and turn back to your mug, only partly aware of reaching for the sugar. Pal, chill out. Someone came home across the hall and dropped their groceries. The box of Christmas decorations finally teetered off the shelf in the closet. Kids down below jumped too high on their bed and whacked into the ceiling.

Your phone vibrates sharply against the counter, and you drop your spoon with a clatter. You crane your head aside to glance at the screen.

LEEDO: u can say no but do u mind if I stop by?

You snatch your phone clumsily and fumble to the app with live feeds of your security camera. A raven-haired man in office slacks and dress shirt is leaning heavily against your front door. As you watch, his knees buckle under him, and you hear another thump as he crumples against your doorframe.

“Shit,” you hiss. You drop your phone on the counter and hurry to the front door.

Geonhak catches himself heavily on the doorjamb as you ease the door open, a final defense against collapsing entirely.

“Hi,” he murmurs, sounding for all the world like he’s fine and not a man who can’t stay upright.

You drop to your knees, trying to figure out where it’s safe to touch him. His entire left side, from head to toe, looks to be spattered in blood.

“Jesus Christ,” you mutter, guiding his right arm over your shoulders. You brace your hand against his back, heaving upward.

You manage to stay balanced, most of his weight on you, and stumble back inside. You’re careful to keep your hand at the center of his back, away from the side that’s drenched in red.

He sags back against the door as you shut it again, relieving you of crutch duty. Flipping on the front hall light, you try to get a better look at him. His side is littered with bloody hand- and fingerprints—probably from staunching the blood flow, you take a guess. There’s so much blood, it looks like so much. The blood on his face has trickled down from a matted spot in his hair.

“What can I do?” You ask, surprised at how calm you sound. “What do you need?”

A corner of his mouth quirks slightly. “Just towels.”

His voice is cottony, so un-Geonhak-like. A sliver of ice sinks into the pit of your stomach.

“Just….” You take a tentative step back from him to see if he’ll stay upright. He leans more heavily against your front door, and your hands hover there in front of him. “Just….don’t move.”

You fly into the kitchen, feet barely touching the ground, and yank open the drawer of tea towels. You grab the entire stack and flip on the sink, running a few under cool water. Your eyes catch on your mug on the counter, and after a second you grab it and bring it all with you.

Geonhak’s face is tilted towards the ceiling when you return, eyes closed. A thin line of blood is slowly trickling down the side of his neck. In the light of the entryway, positioned as he is, he looks like a hero straight out of a classical painting. Lordy. No man has any business looking this good bleeding out.

You set the mug gently on the hall table next to him and close the distance with the towels.

His head drops back down, eyes opening at your approach, and you offer him a wet towel. He murmurs his thanks, taking it and mopping his neck and face roughly while you unfold a dry one.

You rake your gaze over him carefully, heart pounding. His hair has grown out a bit since you saw him last. You note in the part of your mind that isn’t panicking that it suits him, although everything suits Geonhak. Gingerly, you scrape your fingertips along his hairline, combing his hair off his face and checking for more injuries. His jaw works and his throat bobs once, and you replace his thoroughly bloodied hand towel with another damp one.

“‘Woong’s in Chinatown tonight, won’t be able to get here for a half hour,” Geonhak says as he works, and you realize he’s apologizing. “He’ll take me to the safehouse and out of your h—”

“Like hell he will,” you say, swapping him for another fresh towel. “Finish mopping up and we’ll take my car.”

“Hwanwoong will come get me,” Geonhak mumbles, eyes closing as he prods at the spot on his head.

“And I said like hell,” you reply, your free hand going to the buttons on his shirt. “This needs to…move…so you can get to the spot on—oh, don’t look at me like that, you’re bleeding.”

“Interesting way to ask me to take my shirt off,” he murmurs with a shrug, smile as dangerous to your pulse as ever as his free hand starts unbuttoning.

Once he’s undone the first four, you shove another damp towel inside and grip at the injured place on his side firmly, making him hiss. Serve him right, flirting while bleeding out on my doorstep.

“Hold this there, tightly. Be right back,” you say, taking another bloody towel from him and scooping up the others.

You pause for a second, then gesture at the mug of tea. “For you.”

Within moments, you’ve thrown the bloodied towels in the drum of the washer to deal with later and grabbed several other things on the way back.

Geonhak’s finishing a long sip of Irish Breakfast when you return. Wordlessly, you hand him a few ibuprofen. A smile plays at his lips as he accepts them and downs them with tea.

“Off,” you say as he sets the mug down, waving vaguely at his blood-sodden shirt. “I’ve got something clean.”

“It’ll just get dirty, too,” he says, already undoing the final few buttons and shrugging it away.

Any other time you would admire him shirtless, but your focus now lasers in on the injury. After all the blood he was wearing, it’s surprisingly smaller than you feared. “I don’t care if it gets dirty, too. I have my first aid kit—”

“Just—” he winces when he presses against his side wound too hard, then sighs softly, “just…if you’ll drive me to a safehouse, I’ll get Keonhee to patch me up.”

Ah yes. Keonhee. A trained medical professional. Someone of actual use to him. “Let me get my shoes.”

You watch from the corner of your eye as he takes the oversized hoodie you offer him and finagles it on gingerly. You’ve grown so accustomed to Geonhak in office attire that anything else looks unfamiliar on him. You’re right, though; anything suits him. Your heart doesn’t seem to notice the oddness, twisting at the knowledge that the hoodie is yours.

Your staring doesn’t escape Geonhak’s notice.

“Don’t usually wear this kind of thing,” he says as you exit the apartment together. He leans into you for security as you lock your door.

“And why not?” You ask, heading for the stairs at a stilted pace.

Your face bumps into his neck as he stumbles, and he swears and apologizes under his breath. Despite the clear excitement he’s had tonight, you notice he still smells like the pine and eucalyptus soap you’d seen in the safehouse shower. You immediately try to ignore this.

He shakes his head as you both begin slowly down the stairwell. “Not taken seriously in street clothes. Look too young.”

You can feel him wincing with each descending step, and you slow your pace, keep the hand at his back soothing.

“Well, who wouldn’t take you seriously right now?” You ask as you reach the exit. You pause to heave your free shoulder against the door when it sticks. “Now? When you’re bleeding a concerning amount?”

“I’ve had worse,” Geonhak says mildly, misstepping and staggering against you as you exit into the night. You catch him, free hand landing against the front of his torso, and you mumble an apology as he winces and straightens again.

“Surprised you survived with these reflexes,” you mutter, hobbling with him through the parking lot in the warm summer night air.

You lay a towel along the back of the passenger seat before Geonhak sits; blood sounds horrible to get out of a car. He wordlessly plugs an address into your GPS once you start the car, and then you’re on the road.

The car is quiet as you follow the first few directions, save for the occasional GPS voice. Geonhak extracts his phone from his back pocket, wincing all the while. He taps away at the screen, likely notifying the safehouse and Keonhee, as you follow the directions onto a street that sounds vaguely familiar.

“Should I, um. Worry about being followed?” You ask, glancing at the passing headlights in your rear view mirror.

“Mm-mm,” Geonhak says, shaking his head slightly and pocketing the phone again. “Our guys got him.”

You refuse to consider what “got him” means in this context.

“I’m sure it’s pointless to ask, but what happened?”

Geonhak sighs, leaning back in his seat with a wince. The silence carries for a few minutes, and you begin to assume he won’t answer when he finally speaks.

“He didn’t like what happened at your shop this week.”

You stiffen as you stop for a red light. A blue-eyed smirk you’ve come to hate flickers to mind. The man who was the reason you’d met Geonhak in the first place; the man who was the reason you’d had to hide for a week in a safehouse meant for organized crime members. “Him?”

Geonhak leans his head back against the headrest, eyes shutting as he adjusts the towel against his head. He gives no indication to confirm or deny.

That isn’t allowed to be the end of it. “But nothing really even happened. He just…came in, to intimidate me again. And then he got spooked by your uncle and left.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth curls. “Technically, he was humiliated by a crime boss over muffins. To a lot of these guys, that’s something.”

Over muffins. The space in your chest for breathing begins to shrink. It was your fault. That man, the one who’d tried to convince you to let his boss run dirty money through your store, who kept showing up at your new storefront to intimidate you, had hurt Geonhak. He’d been so mortified by Geonhak’s uncle, who was there to defend you, that he’d taken it out on the man’s nephew for good measure. Not on you, who actually owned the store; him. Geonhak was hurt because of you.

“Breathe,” Geonhak says, voice firm.

You gasp in a breath and blow it out shakily, easing on the gas as the light turns green.

“Slower than that. There’s enough air,” Geonhak soothes.

You shake your head, each breath coming heavier and quicker. I did this to him.

He starts counting, and you take a deep breath and hold it like he taught you, blowing it out unsteadily. It does little to settle your jittery pulse, your whirling thoughts.

“Promise it’ll be over soon,” he says, glancing at the GPS. “In six minutes. Just drop me off at the front door and—”

“I—you’re kidding, I’m not just, just—leaving you somewhere,” you protest, grip tightening on the wheel. “You’re covered in…Geonhak, I did this to y—”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.”

His voice is so suddenly sharp that your mouth snaps shut without another thought. His mouth is set in an even line, blue flame behind his eyes as he stares out at the road.

“You are good, and you are innocent, and you did not do this to me,” he says, voice dangerously even. “I won’t have you taking blame for that shithead. I won’t.”

You swallow, trying another slow breath in, out. You nod.

“Sorry,” you whisper.

He blinks, still watching the road, but the hardness in his eyes dissipates.

“Me too,” he admits. “Shouldn’t have dragged you into this.”

“No, it…I mean, I don’t mi…it’s—” You stammer, trying to figure out how to say you missed him without saying it outright.

Eventually you snap your mouth shut, face burning. You see him glance at you out of the corner of your eye, then lean further back into his seat.

“You, um.” A smile is playing on his lips. “The tea, earlier....I didn’t think you drank tea.”

Your face feels even hotter. You swallow. “…I do now.”

He doesn’t say anything the rest of the drive, but that smile stays in the corners of his mouth.

The address, an old brick bungalow, is different from the last safehouse—probably closer to where you live, you assume. The porch light is on, and you see movement in a window as you park along the curb.

“Stop, just—would you hang on a minute?” You huff as Geonhak opens his door, unbuckling.

You hurry out of your seat and around the front of your car as Geonhak tries to ease out by himself. He grunts in pain and stumbles over into you, and you sway as you attempt to keep balance for two people.

“I got it,” he says, trying to straighten, face twisting in pain.

“You really don’t,” you say firmly, locking your car and helping him up the walkway. “Cut the heroics.”

It’s Keonhee who opens the door as you reach the five little stairs up to the porch. You’re surprised to see him in pajamas and glasses.

“Up you get, come on,” he says, coming to Geonhak’s injured side and gingerly lifting his other arm over his shoulders. Keonhee glances over Geonhak’s shoulder and smiles at you, somewhat of a grimace. “I’d say it’s nice to see you again, but…”

Your smile is also half grimace, remembering the first time you met him, when he treated your black eye. “Agreed.”

Keonhee’s taller than you, so when he straightens, Geonhak’s arm stretches up higher, and he hisses.

“Son of a bitch, Keonhee, ow,” Geonhak grits through his teeth.

“Yeah, yeah, get inside, you big baby,” Keonhee mutters. “I know for a fact you’ve had worse knife wounds before.”

Ice drops into your stomach; a knife. That man had gotten close enough to hurt Geonhak with a knife.

With Keonhee in the lead, the three of you shuffle sideways up the porch stairs and through the front door. To the left of the entryway is a little kitchen. To the right you see a small sitting room, with a couch covered in a few sheets. The coffee table has a spread of little tools that remind you of emergency room procedurals on TV.

“In there, if you don’t mind,” Keonhee says. “I made coffee before I remembered you drink tea, Geonhak, so there’s coffee if you want it.”

“Water for them,” Geonhak manages, panting as you help ease him to lie down across the couch.

You stick your tongue out at him but don’t argue. Your mind and body are starting to catch up with the shock of an injured Geonhak, and you don’t want to make yourself even more jittery.

Keonhee disappears briefly into the kitchen, emerging with a glass and a mug. You take the water gratefully, hiding yourself in the glass as you swallow back half of it.

When you lower it again, Keonhee is seated beside the couch and inspecting Geonhak’s head wound. He swabs at it with alcohol wipes and clucks his tongue.

“Stupid, but not awful,” Keonhee says, fighting a smile as Geonhak swears violently under his breath at a firmer prod. “Probably won’t even need stitches. Just bled a lot.”

“You’ll bleed a lot if you don’t cut that out,” Geonhak grumbles. Keonhee snorts and scoots back, lifting the hoodie to get a better look at his side.

“Need a few stitches here, though,” Keonhee says, pausing when Geonhak jolts from the rubbing alcohol sting. “Ribs hurt at all?”

“Not as much as yours will if y—shit,” Geonhak hisses at another pass of the alcohol wipe.

“Look at you, king of the streets, brought to your knees by antiseptic,” Keonhee says, grinning.

Geonhak glares at him, breathing heavily. “I say king of the streets one time, back in high school, and you won’t let it die.”

“Nope.” Keonhee pops the “p” and reaches for a few things on the coffee table.

You take a deep breath, setting down your glass with shaky hands. “Uhm, if I needed the bathroom, where…?”

Keonhee’s eyes are understanding. “Down that way, on the right. I’ll be quick. He’s seen worse.”

You hear Geonhak’s “fucking hell” from the living room before you close the bathroom door behind you.

You lean heavily on your hands against the sink and rest your forehead against the mirror, allowing yourself a moment in the whirlwind of thoughts. Knife wound. They got him. He’s been hurt worse before.

He came to me. When he got hurt, he came to find me. I got to see him again.

That’s what feels the most shocking, that he’s here, you’re here, back in his world, when you didn’t think you’d ever see him again. You know he’d told you it was for your own good that he keep a distance, and you didn’t think his reasons were bad. It still hurt, though, to make such a connection with him and then watch him disappear from your life like he’d never been there.

Well, now you’ve seen him again—covered in blood, admittedly, but nonetheless. He hadn’t been a figment of your imagination, after all. He’ll be on the mend soon, and then…

You gulp. That’s what’s scariest. How fleeting being here, being back in his circle, feels. You wish for selfish things for a brief moment—for a few more nights of Irish Breakfast, a few more conversations, even one more exchange of banter, for wounds that need time to heal, time you can spend with him. The thought that he’ll slip away again forever after this is…

A soft knock on the door startles you a little too much. “Hm?”

“He’s all patched up now, all fine,” Keonhee says. “Just needs a couple days of low activity and he’ll be back to normal.”

You sniff, leaning back off of your hands. “Good. I…good.”

There’s a pause. “I’d like to take a look at you when you come out. Customary check.”

“Oh, uh, sure, yeah, coming out.”

You reach up to itch a spot on your cheek and blink when your hand comes back wet. You wipe under both eyes, hands coming away damp. When you glance at your reflection, you grimace at how blotchy you look. There’s no way to hide it, so you sigh and brace for the inevitable, opening the door.

Keonhee studies you for a moment, then says, “let’s see if I’ve got tea somewhere after all, hm?”

It feels a bit wrong to dig through his cupboards and pantry like this, but Keonhee encourages it, clapping your shoulder when you find an old box of orange pekoe.

“You’ll be staying tonight, of course,” he says after he cleans out the coffee pot and begins brewing plain hot water. “At least until the shock wears off.”

You purse your lips as you retrieve two mugs. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome…”

Keonhee scoffs, putting a tea bag in each one. “Please. You’re more tolerable than he is, swearing at me over a little scratch.”

“Is it really that minor?” You ask, watching yourself run a thumb over the lip of a mug.

“He’s just fine,” Keonhee says, firm and reassuring. “He’ll be back to intimidating us all at full capacity far too quickly.”

The nobler side of you relaxes at this. Your less noble side wishes for a few more days of bed rest. You try to ignore the less noble side.

“Perhaps I should worry more about you,” Keonhee says, studying you. “You’ve been well?”

You laugh once. “Oh, yes. I’m just fine. I’ve seen neither hide nor hair of a single made man until this week, much less tangled with any of them.”

You wince inwardly at how bitter you sound. Ridiculous.

Keonhee hums, taking the now-filled pot of hot water and pouring it into the mugs. “I see an awful lot of made men, but that doesn’t necessarily add or detract from any tangles. Surprising, how much you can see of them without being involved.”

You don’t know what to say to that. You realize with a pang that you’re almost jealous of him, of his ability to be involved but not involved.

He frowns at one of the mugs as it steeps. “I should go check how he takes it, I can never remember—”

“That’s alright, I’ve got it,” you say, waving that away and preparing both mugs.

Keonhee’s quiet as you labor over the tea. When he speaks, you can hear a slight smile.

“Good. I’ll go make up the air mattress, then, if you’ve got this under control.”

You make your way back into the sitting room slowly, trying not to spill either mug. Geonhak has every pillow propped up behind his back, an arm slung over his eyes. You frown when you see one of his ankles in a brace.

“You didn’t tell me your ankle was hurt.”

A corner of Geonhak’s mouth twitches. “Only twisted a little. It’s why I couldn’t keep better balance.”

He lowers his arm from his eyes and looks up at you. You lift his mug, nodding at it, and he inches his way further upright, grimacing.

“Let’s see how badly Keonhee did on this cup,” Geonhak says as he takes the mug.

“He didn’t make it. I did,” you say, sitting gingerly by his knees and blowing on your mug. “Two sugars, no cream. Strong. Brought the spoon when you want the bag out.”

You set your mug on the coffee table, now cleared of surgical instruments, and lift your teabag into said spoon, twisting the string round and draining the excess. You feel Geonhak’s silent, studying gaze and try not to let it fluster you as you find a wastebasket at the end of the couch to toss the teabag.

You take a sip of the tea, then blink. “You know, I always thought orange pekoe would be…well, orange flavored. But this is just another black tea.” Hmm. Suppose it can’t hurt to have around for guests, so the nicer teas can be for you.

“Damn it,” Geonhak sighs softly.

You glance over at him as you blow on your tea, raising an eyebrow. He’s cradling his tea placidly against his stomach, eyes shut.

“You make it so difficult.”

You blink. “So difficult to what?”

He opens his eyes and meets your gaze. “To stay away from you.”

Your lungs feel suddenly empty. Oh. Some warm and electric feeling zings up your spine.

You look down into your mug, pulse skipping. “…I see. My hopelessness when it comes to tea, back at it again.”

When he speaks, you can hear his smile. “Might play a part, maybe.”

You take another swig of tea, bracing yourself. “I wish…I wish you wouldn’t stay away, but I, you know, I get it. Promise.”

You shrug a shoulder, grimacing.

He purses his lips, then sets the mug down. “Mind getting the bag for me?”

You set your tea down and grab the spoon, finagling with the tea bag in his cup.

His fingers brush against your knee, backs of his knuckles rubbing gently back and forth. You swallow, throat surprisingly dry for how much tea you’ve drank, tossing his teabag and setting the spoon aside again.

“Don’t like when you’re in danger,” he murmurs.

You nod, picking your mug up again with shakier hands than you’d like.

“Don’t want to be the reason you’re in danger,” he says quietly.

You nod again, tilting your head thoughtfully and taking a sip of tea. “Keonhee’s got a lot of your guys in his life and he’s not in danger.”

“He’s under my uncle’s protection,” Geonhak says, not unkindly.

You shrug a shoulder. “Well…think I might be now, too. He intimidated that man into leaving and then left a hundred dollar tip for his muffins.”

Geonhak laughs once, and his hand opens on your knee, resting warm and firm.

“Touché.”

You take another sip of tea, gathering courage, then drop your hand to your knee and curl your fingers around his hand.

His gaze makes you feel shy, but you don’t look away, drinking in the way it feels to be looked at like this.

He shakes his head at himself, smiling wryly. “Knew exactly what I was doing tonight. Might’ve been easier to go to a few different places, but I went out of my way.”

His fingers squeeze yours.

“I just missed you,” he whispers.

It’s a good thing you hear Keonhee clattering back down the hall. You’re not sure you have the power of speech anymore.

Keonhee forces Geonhak to give up two pillows (“you have all the other pillows in my house, fiend, surrender one to me and to the guest”) and pushes aside the coffee table to make up your bed. It’s a good thing you were already in pajamas, you think as you sit at the edge of the air mattress. No need to sleep in clothes, unlike Geonhak, despite your hoodie.

When the lights go out and Keonhee goes back to bed, you spend a while staring up at the ceiling. You realize, too late, that there was caffeine in both of those teas. Late night caffeine intake versus shock exhaustion, fight.

“There’s, um.”

You glance over at Geonhak on the couch. He’s looking up at the ceiling, too. “There’s this place on the other side of town, a bar? But it’s got cats, like a cat cafe. Hwanwoong tells me you’d really like it.”

You purse your lips, fighting the massive grin threatening to take over your whole face. “I’ve heard of it. It’s got some cat pun name, yeah?”

“Yeah, I can’t think of it, either,” he says, laughing softly.

His hand reaches out and finds yours in the darkness. “Wanna try it with me, maybe? Like, in a week or two, obviously, or Keonhee will put my head on a stake.”

You laugh quietly, squeezing his hand. “I’d like that.”

His thumb brushes over the back of your hand, gentle. “Okay.”

When you finally fall asleep, your hand is still in his.

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mirisss · 3 months

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Droplets of Water & Love

Oneus OT5 x fairy! afab! reader

Wordcount ≈ 1.6k

Warnings: slight anxiety, kind of stalking but not with malicious intent, I think that’s it

Thank you for the request! I hope you like it!

Third Person POV

Living a double life that transcends between the normal and what could only be seen as an imaginary world, is difficult. (Y/n) appears completely human, however, that is far from the truth. (Y/n) is a fairy. A water fairy to be precise. She sneaks out of the home she shares with her five boyfriends, Seoho, Geonhak, Keonhee, Hwanwoong, and Dongju, also known as the idol group Oneus, every morning not returning until late at night. At the beginning of the relationship, the boys didn’t notice (Y/n) leaving early and returning late because, well, they did the same thing, considering their job. However, after a whole year of being together, the boys began noticing some things, (Y/n) left early every single day, never having a day off it seemed, returning in the afternoon, completely drained of energy, whenever they asked about her job she just answers with something vague, and things like that. Because of this, the boys decided to follow (Y/n) one morning when they had a day off from their idol work.

(Y/n) got up at 5 am, got dressed, and left the apartment. The five members of Oneus quickly got up as soon as the door closed. All of them were already dressed so they could follow (Y/n). Soon enough, (Y/n) turned into an alleyway that led nowhere, the boys sneaked around the corner to find (Y/n) standing with her back towards them just staring at a wall. The alleyway was dark but something seemed to be glowing around (Y/n)’s hands. The five boys tried to quietly walk closer to their girlfriend, which went well until Dongju stumbled on a rock, making a loud bang with his foot as he found his balance. The ruckus made (Y/n) turn around as she was surprised by the sound. (Y/n) was scared that whoever had made the noise was a drunkard or something, she was slightly at ease when she saw her five soulmates but then she became nervous.

“What are you guys doing here?” “We wanted to see what you do for your job but whenever we asked you never answered,” Keonhee began, followed by Hwanwoong. “So we kind of decided to follow you, sorry,” “I mean, I guess, it’s okay. It’s my fault for not telling you, it’s just, you see, the thing is… um it’s kind of hard to explain,” (Y/n) wasn’t sure how to bring up the fact that she wasn’t exactly human, she was a fairy, and her job was collecting morning dew and other water droplets for her village so that other fairies could distribute the water. On days when she wasn’t working she visited her family, she didn’t get to see them much so if she mentioned visiting her family around the boys they would surely want to come with her.

“(Y/n), whatever it is you can tell us,” Seoho said as he took a step closer to (Y/n). “It’s really weird and complicated and I don’t know, I’m scared, I guess,” “What are you scared of? I mean when we first met we seemed sketchy and stuff because we couldn’t tell you about our soon-to-be debut and everything,” Geonhak said. “Just one question, do we have to be in this alleyway for this?” Dongju asked with a small chuckle. “We kind of do,” (Y/n) answered, nerves and something close to shame on her face.

“Okay, promise to hear me out before you walk away?” “We promise,” Geonhak answered. “We would never just walk away from you, no matter what,” Hwanwoong said as he put a loving hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder, all the boys giving her encouraging smiles. “This is going to sound crazy, but I’m a fairy,” And so (Y/n) explained what she was and what she was doing for work, the boys stood there, at first thinking (Y/n) was just joking with them but as she continued explaining everything she also showed them a bit of her magic.

“I can’t do as much in my human form but I can do this,” The five idols watched in awe as a baby blue light emitted from the girl's hands, small sparkles danced around her and the five of them. Soon a strong light blinded them, once they opened their eyes, the world around them seemed much bigger. They all spun around, not understanding what was happening. After a few seconds, Dongju laid eyes on (Y/n). Translucent blue wings on her back, her hair shinier than ever, and a marine blue flower-like dress adorned her body.

“Woah,” Was all the youngest boy could say. The other four noticed (Y/n)’s new appearance as Dongju tried to say something. All of them realized that what (Y/n) just told them, was real. “So, yeah that’s almost everything,” “Almost?” Keonhee asked, wondering what more she had to tell them. “You see, fairies like many other creatures, have fated bonds, a person or people whom they are destined to be with, soulmates I guess you could call it,” As (Y/n) explained the situation to the boys her wings began moving, her now tiny form levitating around the air in front of them.

“Does that mean that we are soulmates? Or do you have a soulmate somewhere out there?” Geonhak asked, a bit worried that they would lose her. (Y/n)’s wings stopped flickering, her body once again landing on the ground. The fairy took a few steps closer to the five boys that she loved with all of her heart. “I love all five of you, with everything that I am, and I could never imagine my life without you guys now. You are my soulmates, I wouldn’t have been with you guys for this long otherwise, it would have felt wrong,” The five idols all broke out into happy smiles while tears filled their eyes, relief, and happiness flowing through their bodies.

The boys pulled (Y/n) into a tight and warm group hug, all six of them crying and sniffling. (Y/n) felt safe in their arms, she felt accepted, a huge weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, and she finally felt like she could breathe. “Wait, so all this time, you’ve been sneaking off like this to work? Are we holding you from doing your job right now?” Hwanwoong asked, worry evident in his voice. “Well yes to the first question, mostly, and no for the second one. I was sneaking out to visit my family today,”

“You’ve never really talked about your family before,” “I know, what was I supposed to say, hey guys my family consists of fairies and they’re tiny,” (Y/n) answered Seoho’s question as she chuckled. “Yeah, I guess it’s hard to explain that one, but just so you know, you can really tell us anything, we won’t judge you, because we love you,” Keonhee ended his sentence with another tight hug. “Do you guys want to come with me? Meet my parents?” “YES!” They all screamed in unison. (Y/n)’s hands began glowing once more, small sparkles erupted around the boys, followed by another blinding light. Once the light calmed down, the boys found themselves dressed in flower-like clothing and blue translucent wings adorned their backs.

“WOAH! We have wings!” Dongju exclaimed as he and Keonhee jumped around in excitement. “You’re going to need them, the only way to get to my village is by flying there,” “We’ve never flown like this though,” Geonhak said, a bit sceptical. “The wings knows what they need to do, it’s like a copy of my wings, so as long as I know how to use them, you’ll be able to use them,” “Let’s fly then!” Hwanwoong said as he ran up to (Y/n), giving her a quick kiss on the lips. (Y/n)’s cheeks reddening with a blush, even after a year of being in a relationship with them she always blushed after kissing.

And so the six soulmates set off into the sky, the five boys marveling at the feeling of flying. The wings flickering behind them. The way the world looked from the eyes of a small fairy. They laughed as they danced around with the wind, the sun slowly rising over the horizon coloring the world in a bright yellowy-orange hew. After a few minutes, the group arrived at a clearing where ther saw hundreds of other fairies dancing around in the sky as the collected morning dew and sunlight and whatnot.

“Come on this way,” (Y/n) showed her soulmates around the village, introducing them to some of her childhood friends before they finally came to a stop at a cute little house. A house that (Y/n) grew up in before she moved to the city, living more as a human rather than a fairy. “It’s so pretty, everything around her is so nice, it seems so right that you come from here,” Geonhak said. “What do you mean?” “You shine just like the sun, it’s like you sparkle. You seem like a goddess, ethereal, as a human but seeing you like this, this place and you just makes so much sense together,” “That’s exactly how I feel when I see you guys standing on stage, singing, dancing, performing,”

Magic exists in everything alive, the most special magic in the world is the one found in true love and happiness.

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hrts4xinlong · 7 months

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— The Café Playlist ⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊

the songs that we usually play at the café on repeat!

updated occasionally so be sure to come back!

Total Songs: 104

any new song to the playlist will have [NEW] next to the artists name! (these are removed after a week)

spotify playlist:

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Blue Hour - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wishlist - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crown - TXT

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ghosting - TXT [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Candy Sugar Pop - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baby - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Crazy Sexy Cool - ASTRO

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ In Bloom - ZEROBASEONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Utopia - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Stay - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dancing Like Butterfly Wings - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wave - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Eternal Sunshine - ATEEZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Pretty U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Adore U - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Healing - SEVENTEEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Energetic - WANNA ONE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine A Light - JO1

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Venus - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Radiovision - JO1 [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rocketeer - INI [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Astronaut - STRAY KIDS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ring Ring Ring - VERIVERY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Changer - A.C.E

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cheer Up - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TT - TWICE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ HELLO - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GOING CRAZY - TREASURE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Taste The Feeling - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad News - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bad At Love - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Loving Number - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Just A Little Bit - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Can’t Stop Shining - TEMPEST

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shout Out - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ TFW (That Feeling When) - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ 10 Months - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Not For Sale - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Polaroid Love - ENHYPEN

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Bloom Bloom - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Keeper - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ D.D.D - THE BOYZ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Euphoria - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anpanman - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Go Go - BTS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Cinema - CIX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Breathe - AB6IX

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Like You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ How R U Today - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Lovefool - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Anyway - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Fall With You - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Good Bam - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - N.FLYING

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Up All Night - GHOST9

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Life is Beautiful - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Skydivin - ONEUS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Baila Conmigo - ONEUS [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ End of Spring - ONEWE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Feeling - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Dance Dance - DAY6

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ California - THE ROSE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Let Me - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DamDaDi - GOLDEN CHILD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love Scenario - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rubber Band - IKON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ My Flower - JBJ

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Hola Hola - KARD

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Model Buses - Lovejoy

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Play - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flowering - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Jogging - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Rolling Rolling - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Haze - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ I Got U - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Wonder - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Unbelievable - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Flare - LUCY

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Super Shy - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ETA - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Attention - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ New Jeans - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ OMG - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DITTO - NEWJEANS

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Get A Guitar - RIIZE

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ ON/OFF - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Popping - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Beautiful Beautiful - ONF

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Shine - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ DO or NOT - PENTAGON

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Red Flavor - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Power Up - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Ice Cream Cake - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Russian Roulette - RED VELVET

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Magic Hour - TOZ [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ BYOB (bring your own best friend) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ RING X RING - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ GingaMingaYo (The Strange World) - Japanese Version - BILLLIE [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love In Space - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Love So Sweet - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Q&A - CHERRY BULLET [NEW]

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ Sixteen - Kim Samuel

⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊ What Are You Up To - Kang Daniel

#kpop shifting #reality shifting #shifting #shiftblr #my uh cafe dr playlist!#listen to the songs pleaaase #thanks and that’s all from chan #Spotify

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candescentkpop · 5 months

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Light up my life

Oneus: Valkyrie

Oneus Part 78 / ∞

#oneus #oneus valkyrie #xion #ravn #hwanwoong #keonhee #seoho #leedo #i recently went and saw oneus live #(it was one of the best nights of my life i was SO CLOSE)#and i wanted to go back and do their first mv even though the quality might be a little iffy #and i'm going to use the tags to rant about the concert so sorry in advance #one thing i noticed was that how they have barely changed? like they look the same then and now #it's insane #immortal beings confirmed

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eternalmingki · 2 years

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Passing Reflections (y.hw)

❊ Pairing: prince!yeo hwanwoong x fem!reader

❊ Genre: fluff, a little angst, time travel, ancient korea, royal au

❊ Warnings: angsty talk when it comes to the reader’s life, talks of relative deaths

❊ Wc: 2.2k

❊ Featuring: the rest of oneus

❊ Summary: your life has been one mishap after another. you had once accidentally stumbled across this mirror that allowed you to travel. to another world or another time, you weren’t too sure. but either way, you were happy while you were there. now, after having been away for more than a year, you were aching to see your prince and his brothers once more.

❊ a/n: comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated since that’s how the algorithm here works. So if you could reblog my works or leave a comment that would be greatly appreciated!

Your life was hell, and that was putting it lightly. In the last year, both of your parents had passed away, within a month of each other, then your aunt who you were super close with. You had grown distant from your brother due to all of this family trauma so you were practically alone.

Most of your life now was to wake up, go to work, come back and sleep, and repeat. But, unfortunately, that cycle would be broken.

“What? What do you mean you’re letting me go?” you asked your boss as he counted a till. He looked at you with a bored look on his face.

“It means you no longer work for me. Listen, y/n. You’ve been a good worker. But you’ve been very distracted lately and things aren’t being handled properly anymore. I had to make a decision and I’m sorry this was it.” he said and you felt close to tears. But you bit back your tears as you nodded.

You didn’t say much else, just handed in some of your things and left. You felt so hopeless. Why couldn’t you just have one week where you didn’t feel drained or where something went wrong? You started thinking and you made a spur of the moment decision. You still had the fan that was given to you by someone you knew. So you quickly went home and grabbed it. It was a beautiful handheld fan. It was made with delicate paper connected by delicately engraved wood, stained red. The paper had thin black lines on it and at the end of these random looking lines were pink painted flowers. The person who had painted the cherry blossom tree on your fan was the same person who had gifted it to you. And the one who had carved into the wood was the one you missed the most.

So you tucked the fan away and walked away from this life as you knew it. And you walked to the museum that was a few blocks away from your home. You walked inside and looked around, not having even bothered to bring your keys or your phone. You didn’t need them where you were headed anyway.

It was close to closing, so what you did after looking around for a while was you went into the bathroom. You entered one of the stalls and you waited. You waited for a while. And then a little while longer. Luckily, there wasn’t too much security so as the sun was setting, you quietly exited the bathroom and headed off to the exhibit of ancient Korea. There, a mirror was on display amongst other ornate things. You looked around as you came closer to the mirror.

You were making a gamble here. You’d only done this once. And you had no clue if it would work again. But anything would be better than this life. You wanted to go back. You wanted to see him again. You slowly reached your hand out and pressed it against the cool glass of the mirror. And before you knew it, your vision went.

・❥・

When your vision finally returned to you, you were slightly disoriented. You looked around as you took in your surroundings. You were inside of an empty building. The same building you appeared in last time. The mirror was nowhere in sight, but you knew where it was. You looked down at yourself and smiled. You were a beautiful hanbok, the skirt a light pink and the shirt was light grey. Your hair was in an updo, held together by pins and beautiful clips. And the fan was held in your hand.

It worked. You were finally here. You smiled your first smile in months as you started off through town. The sun was setting and there were people setting up lanterns since the night was approaching. But you weaved your way through the crowd towards the palace. The way to get there was surrounded by forest and you had to travel a little ways up a weathered dirt path to get there. You saw a couple of different guards out front as you approached. They looked at you and stood just a little more at attention as you approached.

“What is it you need?” one of them asked.

“I need to see the princes. Please, I’m a friend of theirs.” you insisted as they looked at you strangely.

“Please. Don’t try and lie. What proof do you have that you know them?” they asked as you huffed a little. You gently opened the fan and showed it to them.

“This. You recognize this art and this work, don’t you? It was gifted to me by one of your princes, please. Fetch them and let them tell you who I am.” you said quietly. The guards looked at one another before one of them sighed.

“Stay here. I will send for the princes.” he said, walking inside of the gate to the palace. You nodded as you looked around, lightly fanning yourself to pass the time as you waited.

・❥・

Hwanwoong simply was looking out of his window as he watched the sun set. Ever since you had left, he hadn’t been nearly as cheerful. Everyone could see the connection you and he had. So when you left, he became reclusive. He only ever slept, ate, worked on carvings, and walked the gardens. That had been his days for a year. When there was a knock at his door, he didn’t even look over. “Enter,” he called quietly.

He heard the door creak open and a quiet voice. “Hwanwoong? Our presence is being summoned at the gate.” he heard Youngjo speak.

“You just go, Hyung. Not all of us are needed.” he said.

“Unfortunately, we are. The others are waiting.” Youngjo said softly, watching as Hwanwoong sighed and stood.

“Fine. Let’s go.” Hwanwoong said quietly, following the eldest out of his room and through their home in almost complete silence. They arrived at the front gate and saw the other four standing with one of the guards.

“There you guys are.” Seoho said with a smile.

“What’s going on exactly?” Youngjo asked as he looked to the guard in question, Hwanwoong’s face stoic as he stood next to him

“Well, sire. There was a young woman who came to the gate, insisting that she knew the six of you and wanted to see you all. Naturally, we told her to leave. And if she had actual proof, then to provide it. That’s when she showed us a fan that was very clearly Prince Hwanwoong’s woodwork and Prince Leedo’s artwork. It looked specially made.” the guard said. The others all froze and quickly looked at one another. Hwanwoong very quickly got his hopes up as the guard opened the gate back up and exited with the princes.

The sound of the creaking hinges caught your attention as you turned around, fan hiding your face a little bit as the six princes followed the guard out as you stood there, slowly lowering the fan as you smiled at them. They all stood in shock.

“I’m back.” you said quietly. Keonhee, quickly and in a very non-princely manner, ran forward and hugged you.

“You’re here!” he proclaimed as the others broke their princely attitudes and quickly came forward, all talking happily. You smiled as you talked with them all happily, looking to see Hwanwoong hanging back. He looked close to tears as he looked at you in shock. The others caught on and Xion smiled softly. “Let’s all head inside and you and Hyung can talk.” he said softly and you smiled, nodding.

They all led you inside and you saw Leedo whispering to Hwanwoong. And you felt a pout form as he left the group. Leedo fell to walk next to you and smiled. “He’s just going to his room for a moment to compose himself. We didn’t know you’d be returning. You can meet him in the gardens.” he said in his low voice. You smiled up at him, given that he was so tall.

“Thank you, Leedo. I’ll see you all in a bit.” you said, parting from the princes who all were talking happily. They had greatly missed you, almost as much as Hwanwoong had. You walked quietly, the sound of the pond’s small waterfall in the garden reaching your ears as you arrived. By now, the moon had started to rise, but it was still very warm, being in the summer months. But there was a slight breeze that rustled the leaves of the trees. It was beautiful. This was your favorite place in the whole palace, besides Hwanwoong’s study as it always smelt of fresh wood shavings.

It was nearly silent besides the sounds of water and leaves. And that’s when you heard a pair of footsteps approach, making you turn to face the person. It was Hwanwoong. He still looked shaken and shocked as he approached you on the pathway that cut through the garden. He looked at you and didn’t know what to say. After a long year without you, what could he say? There was too much.

“I never thought you’d come back.” that’s what he was able to muster to come out. And even then, his voice was embarrassingly shaky.

“I honestly didn’t know if I would. Like I told you when I left the first time, I had a life to go back to. I wanted to reconnect with my family. Because seeing you with your brothers and your parents made me miss my own, so I went back and reached out.” you said and he nodded in understanding.

“Then why did you come back?” he questioned.

You sighed. “My parents passed away within a month of one another. And then my father’s sister whom I was very close to passed soon after. And then because of it all, my brother and I gree apart again. And just before I came here, the job I was working, they let me go. So I had nothing. Except the hope to come back here again. I didn’t want to spend another moment away from this place. Away from you.” you confessed. You didn’t miss how Hwanwoong’s ears went pink under his black hair. “But enough about my unfortunate life. How have you been since I last saw you?”

How should he answer this? He didn’t want to admit how many nights he stayed awake, longing for you. How desperate he was to have you by his side again. But he couldn’t help it. “I…was honestly just as miserable. But for other reasons.” you cocked your head to one side in confusion, but waited for him to continue. “Obviously, as you saw, my brothers are still in good health. My parents are traveling currently and are in good health as well. But…since you left. I have felt as if a part of my heart has been missing. Part of my soul. I have been…rather depressed since you left. I only wished for you to return and I didn’t even know if you would.”

Now it was your turn to blush. You and Hwanwoong both knew of your feelings for one another. But it had been too soon when you first met, not to mention you did have a life to go back to before. But now, the feelings you harbored for one another couldn’t be ignored. “You know. You could just say you missed me.” you said, smiling shyly and awkwardly. He couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“That is a more simplistic way of putting it, yes.” he said with a smile at you. And that smile blinded you. He was so radiant. You felt like the past year, even with reconnecting with your family, a dark rain cloud had been over you since you left. But now. Being here in the place that feels the most like home you’ve ever felt and with the man you know you want to spend the rest of your life with, it was like the sun had come again. And was right in front of you. “y/n. May I do something? It’s something I’ve wished to do ever since you left.” he asked and you nodded.

You didn’t expect what happened next. Your fan was folded and held in your right hand. And Hwanwoong gently wrapped his fingers around that wrist, sparks seeming to light up your skin where he ever so gently touched. You then felt yourself be pulled forward until you were practically chest to chest. And the next that happened was so cliche you could cringe. But it felt so right with Hwanwoong.

He kissed you. It was so gentle yet powerful in all the feelings behind it. And you found yourself kissing back readily. And just at that moment, an especially strong gust of wind knocked many cherry blossom petals free from their hold, causing them to flutter around the both of you. It was straight out of a drama you would watch back in your world. And straight out of a story that could be written in his. It felt so right, this storybook moment. And amongst the moonlight and falling cherry blossoms and the smell of shaven wood, this was a moment you two were writing together. You didn’t know what the rest of your story held. But you were ready to continue to turn the pages, excited for what this world held for the both of you.

taglist: @ddemonseonghwa @captainjoongiekissme

#hwanwoong oneus #ficscafe #underworldnet #hwanwoong fluff #hwanwoong au #hwanwoong x reader #hwanwoong fic #hwanwoong fanfiction #hwanwoong imagine #hwanwoong sfw #oneus fluff #oneus au #oneus x reader #oneus fic #oneus scenarios #y.hw

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winterviolet1 · 1 year

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Vampire Oneus x Male reader

Warning: Swearing, name calling and mention of abuse

Fluff angst

Chapter 1: First Meeting

Early in the morning. I took the cab to the house I was moving into in Seoul. I was starting a life after a bad incident happen in America. "Your a long way from America Sir, are you visiting someone?"

The cab driver ask when he stopped at a red light. "No, I just moved here to get away from America" I said to driver when the light turned green. As we were having a simple conversation. The driver got me to my new place as I paid him the money before he left.

Seeing the moving truck with the people unloading it. I walked over to see James giving orders as he turn to see me. "Hey Y/n, glad to see you finally here. Here your keys" James handed me the keys to my place as I went to unlock the door. Walking inside and checking the place out. I felt happy to have this place to myself without anyone I know in America here to bug me.

"Bring the sofa and stuff in guys!" James said as his co-workers started to bring in the furniture's I bought. When everything was brought in and got set up. I thanked James and his co-workers as they left so I can get settle in.

When I was about to take a seat on my sofa. My phone went off as I look to see who it was. "Why is she calling me now" I saw that it was my mother calling who is one of the reasons why I left america. I let it rang a few more times hoping that my mother would hang up. When I saw that she wasn't hanging up, I sighed and answer the phone.

Y/n: "Hello"

Mother: "Finally answering my damn call huh"

Y/n: "What do you want or I'll hang up before you know it"

Mother: "You ungrateful shit, is that how you talk to your mother!"

Y/n: "Last time I knew, your the one who fucking kicked me out and told me to unalive myself!"

Mother: "This is why your brother is better then you, I would've hit you harder if it wasn't for your father stopping me!"

Y/n: "This is why I am glad to no longer be around you guys anymore you bitch! Now goodbye"

Just when my mother was about to yell. I immediately hang up and blocked her number. Irritated and piss off, I laid on my sofa to relax. "I'm so glad to be away from them" I said to myself before I heard a knock on my front door. Confused on who it was, I got up and open it to see a gentleman around my height standing in front of me:

"Hello there, you must be our new neighbor!" The gentleman gave me a smile of welcome. "Hi, who are you?" I wasn't excepting to meet my neighbor so soon already. "I'm Lee Seoho, the other would be here to meet ya but their busy right now" Understanding on what he meant. I bow to give Seoho a proper greeting.

"I'm Y/n, it's nice to meet you Seoho" Seoho smiled more as he reach down and handed me a basket. "I know we just met to please accept this warm welcome basket" I was surprised and nodded as he handed me the basket fill with random stuff like snacks, a bottle of wine and a few other things. "Well thank you for the kind gesture Seoho, this is a nice surprise" I gave Seoho a small smile of my own since this definitely lighten up my mood a bit.

"I'm glad, maybe when your settle in some more. The guys and I could invite you over for a neighborly dinner"

#sub!kpop #sub!oneus #oneus #oneus hwanwoong #oneus seoho #oneus xion #oneus imagines #oneus leedo #oneus keonhee #sub oneus #oneus scenarios

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mimikittysblog · 1 year

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💕 Discography tag game 💕

Tagged by my love @tfwheeseung 💖

rules: pick an artist or band and share your favourite song/s from each of their albums and then tag some mutuals!

Group: Oneus!

LIGHT US

Valkyrie (one of the best debut songs ftw)

RAISE US

English Girl (This song is so cute 😫)

FLY WITH US

LIT (THIS ONE WAS HARD 🥺 A close second is Level Up!)

IN ITS TIME

A Song Written Easily (I CANNOT EXPRESS. HOW MUCH. I LOVE. THIS. SONG!!!!!!!)

LIVED

Come Back Home (Masterpiece me thinks. But it was hard to choose between this and To Be or Not To Be 😭)

DEVIL

What You Doing (the way I screamed when I heard this song for the first time. Like gawddamn)

BINARY CODE

Connect with US (I might've said Black Mirror but I'm kind of bored of the song rn. However no one can do Michael Jackson inspired concepts like them!)

BLOOD MOON

Life is Beautiful (OKAY WE ALL KNOW LUNA IS THAT BITCHHH AND WE ALL LOVE HER! However Life is Beautiful is just something else ❤️ It helped me through very tough times and the Oneus: Theater is based off of one of my favorite movies so it really has a place in my heart)

TRICKSTER

Intro: Who Got the Joker (Bring it On is FUCKING AMAZING I LOVE IT TO BITS. But this FUCKING INTRO?? Life Changing. And its a CRIME that its so SHORT)

MALUS

Same Scent (Queen. Love her. She's amazing. I rest my case. No one can say anything bad about her. I won't allow it.)

Tagging: @hello-stranger24 @end-hyphen @heeverseblog @seohotonin @seolboba @dearkamal @enhaheeseung and anyone else who wants to play!!!

#tag game #oneus

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berriesandjunnie · 2 years

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❝ dahlia’s album collection ❞

an updated and ongoing list of my albums that i will update regularly upon arrival of new albums (i will also link in my pinned post).

┆˗ˏˋ current total: in the process of recounting ࿐ྂ

♡ ab6ix

6ixense ;; sense version

♡ aoa

red moon

♡ astro

all light ;; green version

one & only

♡ ateez

treasure ep.2: zero to none

the world ep.1: movement

♡ blackpink

square up ;; pink version

♡ bts

persona ;; all versions

wings ;; n version

love yourself ;; l version

young forever ;; night version

proof

♡ chungha

flourishing

♡ eric nam

there and back again

♡ exo

the war: power of music

♡ gfriend

fever season

♡ (g)idle

i never die ;; chill version

♡ got7

dye

♡ jonghyun

she is

poet | artist

♡ kep1er

first impact

doublast

♡ key

bad love

♡ kihyun

voyager

♡ mamamoo

where are we

♡ monsta x

fantasia x

all about luv ;; version 1

♡ nct 2018

empathy

♡ nct 127

superhuman

neo zone punch the final round

♡ oneus

fly with us

♡ purple kiss

into violet

♡ seventeen

17carat

boys be ;; hide version

first love&letter ;; love version

love&letter repackage

going seventeen ;; make a wish version

al1 ;; all version

diamond edge concert dvd

teen,age ;; all 4 versions

you make my day ;; meet version

you made my dawn ;; before dawn version

an ode ;; poet & truth versions

henggarae ;; net version

semicolon

your choice ;; all 3 versions

attacca ;; all 3 versions

power of love concert dvd

face the sun ;; mingyu, seokmin & jun carat versions // all normal versions

sector17 ;; both versions

happy ending ;; limited edition a version & normal b version

not alone ;; limited edition a, b, c, d versions

we make you ;; limited edition a version & normal version

24h ;; limited edition a, b, c versions & normal version

power of love ;; limited edition & normal version

2022 season’s greetings

2023 season’s greetings

♡ sf9

narcissus ;; all versions

♡ stray kids

clé: levanter

in life (repackage)

clé: yellow wood

oddinary (scanning version)

maxident (t-crush version)

i am not

christmas evel (limited version)

♡ superm

superm ;; taeyong & baekhyun versions

♡ twice

the story begins

more & more

eyes wide open

♡ txt

the dream chapter: eternity

♡ wanna one

power of destiny ;; adventure version

♡ wayv

take over the moon

♡ wjsn

as you wish ;; red & blue versions

♡ lightsticks

seventeen: carat bong version 2

seventeen: carat bong version 1

#cafeshuaaa #lia's collection #dahlia.txt

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chanyoungies · 2 years

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MEOWIE… itzy n a FREE CHOICE … group no one asked yet :3c

MY MEOWEKS hewwo welcome to: my inbox! hope uve been cozy here!!! (i say this like u havent been there before) ALSO OMG a free choice that's so fun.... and since it's u we will go w oneus <3

not shyy not me (itzaaayyy)

first bias: yeji loml !!!!!!!! (also from the 00 leader dancer line woah!!! my gf!!!!)

current bias(es): still yeji & mayb ryujin i'm kinda undecided on this but .

album ranking: crazy in love = it'z me > it'z icy = not shy = checkmate > voltage = it'z different > guess who

how i got into them: im a jype stan im sorry . like not in that way like im Normal meoweks i promise . to a degree . but like . (gestures) u know .. but i was still sad abt somi leaving jype when they debuted & got more excited for cherry bullet instead but somehow . i know nothing abt the chebul girls rn nd im stanning itzy so like . life's weird ?

which member would be my best friend: ryujin & yuna remind me of my two childhood besties n like . sure we r not besties anymore at all but so like i keep like . coming back to that thought u know . so them !! ryujin especially

something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): yeji iconic pink streak & like ... handing someone u like handmade chocolates on valentine's day... ryujin blue !! blue. blue ! blue. yuna the... this is gonna b really vague n weird but like ... what i Think the idea of the american dream (which i know is false n all that but bear w me) feels like ?? lia lemon cookies & like ... rich ppl apartments ??? n chaer mean girls & (i havent seen these rlly but like the Vibe) legally blonde n clueless ?? as a group like .. youthful joy u know ... meeting a group of besties going out together ... u know

intro kings

first bias: hwanwoong (and seoho i THINK ??)

current bias(es): seoho & youngjo (ft. hwanwoong?)

album ranking: light us = devil ?=> lived => 808 > fly with us => trickster > raise us => in its time > binary code nd i have to confess that i still havent heard blood moon im so sorry ill do it . someday (i do love luna w my entire life tho)

how i got into them: i saw broduce ... and then ive been a casual listener since debut .. but i actually got into them recently i think ?? possibly w rtk ??? im unsure ??? but i think i got into them around the same time as i was getting into onewe (weus beloveds etc) ?? n onewe was definitely during lockdown that's all i remember . mayb i should have chosen onewe for the free choice . i may be wrong tho maybe i got into oneus earlier idk i know Nothing i can't remember anything from before like . saturday

which member would be my best friend: seoho wld be my bestie and i KNOW it .. like i . KNOW it ... also dongju !! another one of my son-shaped besties like who i call son n all but they actually take better care of me than i do w/ them im sorry bestie . ALSO icb i forgot keonhee keonhee wld be a great friend wed be great friends but like keonhee wld b friends with like everyone so

something i associate with them (or with a bias/any member): one of the groups i associate w a slightly royal concept even tho it's been 23987329 years.....vampires also.... ALSO shadows ??

#thamk u my meoweks i lub u so vewy much #millie's rep #meoweks 🐱

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hhappylliving · 11 months

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I was legitimately living my best life around this time last year.

Early 2020 I bought my Virginia BARRICADE ticket to MonstaX with ULT Vip [got a free album/lanyard/signed poster/hi-touch(which means giving all the members a high-five)]- I FINALLY got to go to that concert end of May.

The first time they rescheduled their tour, I bought another ticket to MonstaX for their Michigan date. I got to go to that one literally 2 days after their VA date.

I had about a week until my friend and I drove down to Atlanta to go see The Boyz... ... except we both saw MonstaX was playing on Saturday while The Boyz were playing on Sunday... so I got another ticket. I’d been dyyyyin to see The Boyz and finally got to see them early June.

Music and concerts make me so fuckin happy. Specifically kpop concerts. They start ON TIME ON THE DOT- Oneus started literally 2 minutes late at their show in January and APPOLOGIZED FOR STARTING “LATE”. I don’t know what the fuck to do with my hands without a lightstick at a concert now- Eric Nam’s concert felt kinda weird without one- Their lights and graphics are always good- even small groups have good backdrops.

And then there are some people on tour, or starting their tours soon and I’m not going. Because I’m a pretty responsible adult when it comes to money... so since I’m not making anything, I’m not buying anything out of necessity. Woof. Last years 9 concerts were so fucking fun. There’s always so much freaking travel to get them for me cause kpop usually stays in larger cities (AKA on the east side NYC and ATL, there are more people stopping in DC now, but still not enough)

weeeee

#idk wtf this is #this was super random #I miss concerts even though I literally just went to one 2 months ago #last year I had concerts like every 2/3 months and if I didnt I had a ticket bought for the next one already

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ppoppokari · 2 years

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~you want to know more?~

nothing was off of the table (including the waffles that you had just ordered).

~the general stuff~

hi there, my name is ty! i prefer to go by eden on here but if you know my real name or know my face it’s no big deal.

~i’m a he/him

~i’m twenty-three years old (okay grandpa) and my birthday is the 12th of october.

~and my possible winning point i’m from australia.

~ i’m part indigenous australian, tongan, scottish and part mystery (this is true and a whole story that i’ll leave for another day)

~ i have no idea if anyone wants to know my sexuality or romantic attraction, since it’s not like i’m gonna be dating any of you guys...unless... but yeah i’m pansexual and panromantic.

~personality~

kind of all kinds of awkward, but despite that i push through and try to appear as charming as i possibly can. definitely more on the quiet side until you get to know me. bubbly, clumsy and kind of childish but also a chronic flirt. has that star attitude where i want to be the best or famous but i don’t act like it. told that i can be kind of pretentious but i’m just a perfectionist. a fashionista who loves androgynous and out there clothing. a libra with scorpio energy. has resting dead behind the eyes face. lowkey cold, or maybe just blunt? a hopeless romantic. and judging by all the bdsm doms and sugar daddies hitting me up in the last year, probably the subbiest person in existence.

~ fun facts~

~ i occasionally mention it but i’m film student with dreams of being a music video director and producer.

~ i’m also into music production, though i barely ever show it. I can also sing (i have a legacy of being a soprano in various choirs, i was so competitive with that), i can rap and dance as well (another story is me getting kicked out of a dance class because young me was dancing too sexual for being so young). i can play the piano and drums and am learning how to play the guitar

~ i speak nine languages besides english. those being: creole, ngarrindjeri (both of these are indigenous australian), japanese, italian, french, german, russian, spanish and gaelic.

~i actually learnt these some of these languages to flirt with people but it never actually worked

~i’m also a photographer.

~relating to art i also do digital and watercolour art.

~i have synesthesia ( stuff like numbers having personalities, seeing colours when i hear music to give some examples).

~i love animals and have 12 pets- 3 cats, a rat and 8 rabbits

~ i volunteer at a hospital as a play therapist where i legit just play games with patients

~ addicted to dying my hair, if i ever post photos of myself i 100% dyed my hair at home

~big six- zodiac signs~

☉~ libra

↑ ~ aries

☾ ~ scorpio

☿ ~ scorpio

♀ ~ virgo

♂~ sagittarius

~mbti~ entj-t

~likes~

~plushies

~fairy lights

~coffee

~ bubble tea

~ cats

~ strawberry milk

~any type of gazing (cloud and stars)

~idk i don’t want to say anymore because i already sound so lame

~dislikes~

~judgemental people

~grapefruit

~ the two worst things in life

~main groups i stan ~ ateez, skz, txt, nct, enha, twice, mamamoo, oneus, kard, svt, gfriend, stayc, kep1er, twice, purple kiss, onewe, ive, monsta x, aespa and a.c.e.

~playlist~ ☀️

#about me

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baekhvuns · 1 year

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Shit bestie, I'm back I lowkey thought I replied to you again, but it was just in my head 😐

Did you do anything for Halloween? I went to another kpop party, made a friend who yelled the lyrics to Fireworks so loudly I respect that! And I saw Terrifier 2, they were handing out puke bags sfjffhdguldfkfjdfd I didn't use them, but we took them home lol

Bald Kai do not say that I do not wanna see

It was Kkoongie's birthday two days ago, when are we gonna get more of them, pls this whole acc is so cute!

Seriously I would be so into Holland, Hyuna, Hyojong (btw Mr Dawn's bald era soon too.... sad) collab, it would be so iconic

Alright so about the fake eggs thing, there are some liquid egg-y mixtures, I use them for omlettes and whatnot. You can add kala namak to make it taste extra egg-like. I feel like some meat replacements are more for non-plant based people unless you like meat, cause the flavour is a bit too intense sometimes. 🤚🏻 Like I tasted new faux tuna recently and why did it smelled and tasted SO FISHY. WE'RE FISHY FISHY LIKE

What a mooood (btw I still haven't re-read Mr-I'll-Guard-Your-Body, but I have to)...how is the cursed fic going bestie <3?

Two members of Pixy left due to personal/health issues and they added a new member, she seems sweet and will be another rapper since the other one is gone :/ the venue was soooo tiny, the stage was very limiting, but it was fun! I'm seeing DC soon btw. Girlies have our Europeans back, Sunmi, Loona, Pixy, Dreamcatcher 😘

The Itaewon tragedy is so horrible, I still can't believe it. I know Itaewon is crowded, but god.. I was worried about my friends, especially one who's staying in Itaewon. She sold her Ateez day 2 ticket, cause she just couldn't go... I know Ateez, DC and Oneus couldn't cancel their events because of contracts, but it was probably hard for them too :(

Congrats for predicting Dazzling Light! The set list is questionable, but oh well...

Me with Inception, The Leaders too, but Inception, DV... watch the person be Hongjoong or something, well idc square up little guy!

Why is he giving barbie girl core kinda, I can't explain it, but he does

This I- so pretty, so cute and so sexily rude

SICKNESS!!!!!!!!

Omg do you remember my friend who dreamt of long-haired Hwa three nights in a row? She's getting wrecked by him SO HARD, even bought an overpriced ticket because I quote "that hot milf won't leave me alone!" she was already impressed with him after seeing Ateez in concert for the first time 👀 Park Seonghwa continues to steal everyone's attention. I'm satisfied. - DV 💖

hi hello!!!

Shit bestie, I'm back I lowkey thought I replied to you again, but it was just in my head 😐

LMFAOOOO thats completely fine! <3

i had an essay on meat eating to write on halloween 😭😭😭 so unfortunately i did not do anything except see kids dressed in the weirdest costumes through my window + the firecracker’s 😭😭 FKABDSK AS UR FRIEND SHOULD!!! SCREAM SO LOUD THAT UR VOICES CEASE TO EXIST!!!! omg??? is that a scary movie? i heard it’s got some gore content in it and all— PUKE BAGS AND ALL??? DAMNNNN OKAY OKAY

Bald Kai do not say that I do not wanna see It was Kkoongie's birthday two days ago, when are we gonna get more of them, pls this whole acc is so cute!

LMFAOOOO bald kai in a gucci shoot would deteriorate my life <33 the way i let out a cry over the animation wHAT THE FUCK THATS SO CUTE 😭😭😭🤚🏼 ?????? stalked this whole acc in one sitting mf kkongie so cute in cartoon form too

Seriously I would be so into Holland, Hyuna, Hyojong (btw Mr Dawn's bald era soon too.... sad) collab, it would be so iconic

YO LITERALLY THEYD FIT THE SAME CONCEPT AS TRIPLE H but my guy hui 😭🤚🏼 stop is he also going with kai???? omg,,, military industry really about to take all the good ones in one go 😭😭

hUHHHH AND DO THEY TASTE LEGIT? oh ur making me want to try all of these fbdbd get the fuck out the way i had to double take at the kala namak bc i was like wHOS SAYING THIS,,, FAUX TUNA???? FBWMDBWM THE REAL ONES NOT GOOD EITHER BUT THE FAUX ONE ON TOP OF THAT,, bestie do u think they be adding fish oil and stuff in it u never know 👁🤚🏼👁

What a mooood (btw I still haven't re-read Mr-I'll-Guard-Your-Body, but I have to)...how is the cursed fic going bestie <3?

cursed fic is getting somewhere???? its reaching climax and everything!! is a big slow burn & i think it’ll reach 40k 😭😭😭

OHHHHHHH I hope they do well where ever they decide to go! OHHHHHH that’s a new thing in the new gen to do, switch members and debut new ones,,,, OHO PLS PLS PLS SCREAM FOR DAMI IF THEY SING BOCA ESPECIALLY

no it seems do unbelievable that it happened and the way it could’ve been avoided of only the deployed police officers there! that shitass president of theres 🔫🔫 omg are ur friends okay??? no yeah cancelling contracts and on the day of the show would be crazy considering the money too 😭😭 must’ve been disheartening to perform after the incident

Congrats for predicting Dazzling Light! The set list is questionable, but oh well...

THE SET LIST IS AS IF ITS THEIR LAST SUPPER THEY PULLED OUT ALLL THE TOUGH SONGS i just hope they don’t get exhausted immensely and no broken mic’s 😭😭

Me with Inception, The Leaders too, but Inception, DV... watch the person be Hongjoong or something, well idc square up little guy!

NO LITERALLY INCEPTION WOULDVE ROCKED ESP WITH THE BLOND HWA,, square up little guy 😭😭😭😭😭

Why is he giving barbie girl core kinda, I can't explain it, but he does /// This I- so pretty, so cute and so sexily rude /// SICKNESS!!!!!!!!

why. is. he. so. pretty. THE OUTFITS ???? SICK THIS MANS SICK SICK SICK,,, but this fit?? 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

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YES I DO HAS SHE HAD ANOTHER DREAM??? omg AS SHE MF SHOULD!!!! HRKWDJWHDKW HE GOT HER BY THE NECK PLEASE AND BUYING AN OVERPRICED TICKET??? BESTIES IN TOO DEEP,,, seonghwa continues to steal everyone id like to say my mother went 👁👁 at his concert videos <3

…. pt.1

HDKWHDKWDBM

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bestie,,, this photo is truly one of the scary photos of this man and its the BLUE EYES

how did ur friend survive this man

honorary saying that today its been 4 years to tempo’s insane bridge, FOUR YEARS, FOUR 😀😀😀

got a quiz!

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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