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Like Butter | MYG, KNJ | 01: Flavor

pairings: namjoon x reader, yoongi x reader

rating: 18+ / Mature

synopsis: Letter to the Editors of Butter Magazine,

Longtime reader, first-time writer. I have loved reading your publication for decades. It was the one cultural touchstone that I was able to hold in my hands, the one social tether that I could grasp to pull my way out of my tiny, toxic town. You helped me become part of something bigger. And so it is with great love and admiration that I have to tell you that your work as of late has been, for lack of a better word, uninspiring. Boring. Derivative. What happened to the forward-thinking magical book that arrived in my mailbox every week? Why has Butter lost its sheen? Hoping that this lands meaningfully rather than painfully with you. You haven’t lost this reader, but I’m calling to check up on you.

Signed,

Nobody Likes Bland Butter

When Director (and secret, unrequited love of your life) Kim Namjoon reads this, he knows he’s going to have to shake things up in the Creative department and challenge everyone to evolve. Fellow photographer Min Yoongi doesn’t particularly like challenges, but whenever he’s been faced with a challenge, he’s made it his own. And You’re proving to be one of the greatest challenges he’s faced in quite a while.

c/w, themes, & more info: fic page; at the beginning of this chapter, there is mention of past s*xual assault (side character), main characters are writing a magazine article to share someone’s survivor story

chapter 01 preview:

“Leads, you’ll receive further instructions from the Admin Team --- which will be the only team that stays intact for this, well, this little experiment.”

Namjoon can’t help but let a smirk through at the thought, and you know he’s having the time of his life right now.

“You’ll each focus on a single concept, be it a topic, or a product, or a trend. I’m hoping that this change in structure elicits a different kind of creativity.”

He smiles fully now, finding you again.

“Impress me. I want a taste of something new.”

The wink that he sends you brings tingles throughout your entire body.

01: Flavor

“Turn just a little to the left for me.”

She does, and you grin at the appearance of the exact angle that you were hoping for, the sunlight catching her profile in a way that illuminates her naturally gorgeous cheekbone, which happens to have a meaningful scar that parallels its line.

Your shutter clicks a few times.

You pull the viewfinder from your delicate eye.

You scroll through the last ten or so shots that you’ve captured.

And then you smile warmly.

“I don’t look stupid?” she peeps.

“Yong,” you reassure gently, “you’re a strong, smart, wonderful person, beautiful inside and out.”

Yong smiles sheepishly at you, her lithe frame shaking as she starts to laugh. Given that the article you’re photographing her for is on a piece on champions of women’s rights, you can’t imagine any instance in which she would appear to be less than the fierce warrior that she is.

“I hope that these photographs help to capture your essence as well as the article does.”

You stand from your spot kneeling in the middle of the empty street and walk over to the curb where Yong is sitting. As you scroll through the pictures, starting from the first one of the roughly hour-long shoot, she gasps here and there, remarking in little ways at surprising things you’ve captured.

Her favorite freckle.

The way her eyes look lighter in the sun.

And that scar.

“It doesn’t even really look like a scar,” Yong observes. “It looks more natural than that? Like a… a…”

“A birthmark.”

The two of you look up to Dasom, the author of the article, who is standing off to the side and watching happily.

“Or,” Dasom corrects, grinning, “a birthright. An indication of the challenge that was bestowed upon you, and that you faced head-on.”

“Jot that down,” you grin, feeling so fond of your best friend and co-worker.

You love having Dasom on shoots with you, and Dasom has shared that she loves having you around while she’s writing. You’ve always made a fantastic team, but not just because you happen to work well together. The mutual respect you share for each other’s craft stokes an atmosphere of inspiration, your conversations tending to spin off into sandboxes where you play with ideas that grow from sandcastles into glittering towers stretching into the sky.

And it’s a privilege to get to watch her play.

“That’s incredible. Thank you, Dasom,” Yong says, as you help her up. “I’d never thought about it that way before.”

She dusts the gravel off of her hands and thighs before looking back at the mural you’ve photographed her sitting in front of, a painting that a local street artist completed to commemorate the event that Yong now represents.

The bold-lined mural depicts a local branch of a national human rights group as they march toward city hall via the main street --- the street that you’re on now. The mural shows how the group was marching in support of equal pay for equal work, as well as progressive reform of sexual harassment policies.

During the march, a man dragged Yong out of the crowd and sexually assaulted her in this very alley, against this very wall. Luckily, event organizers noticed she had gone missing, and they were able to track her down using her phone’s location. They found and scared off the man that had attacked her, but by that point, Yong had been scarred in more ways than just the scuffle that scarred her cheek.

She walks up to the brick wall, running her fingers across one particular brick that is eye-level with hers. “Hmm.”

“I don’t mean to romanticize what happened to you,” Dasom replies quickly. “I just want to convey how embedded the problem is, and that we need to take action to resolve it.”

“No, I get it,” Yong answers. “In one way, I’m kind of glad it happened to me. I happened to have people and resources to lean on afterwards. Had it happened to someone less supported… well, who knows where that someone would be?”

You and Dasom exchange heavy looks.

“I’m hoping this article will help people in that very position,” Yong says, smiling. “I’m really impressed with how the article’s coming along, Dasom. Thank you.”

Nodding, and smiling warmly, Dasom looks a little relieved. “It’s an honor to get to tell your story.”

Yong smiles. “To be honest, I didn’t think Butter Magazine did these kinds of pieces.”

“Really? We’re kind of known for them,” you reply, though you know where the criticism is coming from.

“Maybe a decade ago. Your stuff last month was…” Yong smiles sheepishly. “Well, let’s just put it this way. I almost said no to the article when I saw it.”

You purse your lips. “That’s fair,” you remark.

You know exactly what she’s talking about. Last month, and for months and months before that, your magazines have been lackluster. It was a slow warp, not a death, but decay, hollowing out the bone so steadily that the cracks come as a surprise. In stark contrast to the days of its inception, Butter Magazine is now largely staffed by agency contractors. With them come multiple deadlines for various publications, resulting in a lack of focus. This has cultivated a cutthroat, savage warzone rather than a true creative collective; aside from your core team of designers, writers, and photographers, the work has been inexcusably sloppy, and Butter’s Public Relations team has had to handle accusations of plagiarism, ignorance, misrepresentation, and cultural appropriation.

“Hey,” Dasom says, looking at her phone, “you get this message?”

You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone.

Namjoon (2:18 PM): All-hands at 3.

Exchanging glances, you quickly stuff your phones back into your pockets.

“Everything OK?” Yong asks nervously.

“Yeah, our boss just called a mandatory meeting.” You smile. “Can’t wait to show him what we’ve got so far. Thanks for the session today. You’re a natural.”

Yong smiles, blushing, and leaning on the mural, proud.

“Where is everybody?” Dasom asks nervously, as you and 50-odd other core team employees gather in the front and center of a now hauntingly large media room built for hundreds. “And why a text? Usually we get one of those stupid emails with all those fucking emojis in the subject line.”

“Who knows,” you say.

Your scrupulous eyes search the room for clues, but everybody seems to have the same level of information, which is that there will be an all-hands meeting starting in approximately seven minutes.

“Dasom!”

She turns her head toward the quick, bright whisper and smirks. “Hey.”

A long, firm arm wraps around Dasom’s shoulders, pushing into you slightly. “Do you know what’s going on?”

Dasom shakes her head no, her short bob and brow-length bangs bouncing. “Was out doing a shoot for my women’s rights piece.”

You shift awkwardly in your spot, drawing a glance.

“What about you?”

The owner of the limb leans forward, and you now see the gorgeous face he also possesses. Eyes as bright as his earlier whisper, a pleasant grin, hair up and swooshed back over an incredibly attractive forehead.

You instantly smile at this forehead, unspeakably taken by it.

“Oh,” you falter.

“Jin,” says the forehead.

“You don’t know each other?” Dasom asks, looking back and forth between you.

You shrug, and Jin shakes his head.

“Well, meet my brother in arms,” Dasom replies. “Jin’s a writer on the Wellness Team. He wrote that really cool piece on mani-pedis for men that turned into an examination of gender stereotypes in self-care routines.”

“Oh, I loved that piece!” you exclaim. “I appreciated how thought-provoking it was.” Technically, Jin's assigned to cover men's health, but what you come to appreciate about Jin's approach to the work is that anyone could read the article and find something for themselves.

“Aw, thanks.” Jin’s ears endearingly turn a gentle shade of rose, and you’d pull your phone out to capture it if he weren’t so bashful. “And you’re Flash, right?”

People say your nickname every day. You’re usually safe when you leave it up to people to put two and two together. You’re so lucky that it’s the perfect name for a photographer.

“Dasom here start calling you that?” Jin asks.

Stifling a laugh, Dasom bites her lip, lowers her eyes, and glances sideways at you.

“Uhh,” you mumble, “…yeah.”

When somebody asks about your nickname, though, everything becomes awash in red, green, and lo-fi versions of Christmas songs, and you’re thrown into the end of your first year at Butter, serving as a lowly intern. During the holiday party, you and Dasom get a little drunk, not just on the five or six glasses of eggnog and punch that you’ve had, but also the fact that you’re part of the cohort that has been offered assistant jobs starting in the new year.

“Fucking amazing,” you snort-laugh, shaking your head at the Christmas decorations as you teeter on your heels. “So many photographers that I admire got their start in exactly the same way.”

“Mine too,” Dasom says fondly as she boops your nose, her friendly smile as charming as ever.

She stops in the middle of the gallery, in front of an interesting modern sculpture, a 20-foot metalwork with lots of hooks. Though there are clear signs instructing you not to touch the pieces on display, she hangs her finger on one of those hooks and looks at you meaningfully.

“All those nights in our college dorm, chasing this dream. And now we’re doing it.” Her lips part to make way for a beaming smile. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing it!”

“We’re doing it!” You giggle and wrap her up in a hug. “I fucking love you!”

“I fucking love you!” she cries out, over a chillhop Rudolph.

Namjoon joins you with three more glasses of punch in his monstrous hands.

“Goddamn are you guys wasted,” he laughs. “Maybe I shouldn’t have gotten you these.”

But Dasom’s already sipping, and you wouldn’t miss a chance to receive whatever Namjoon might give you.

“Thanks, Joon.”

“Sure.”

You’re gazing at him with what Dasom calls your patented Namjoon twinkle, equal parts awe and want, as Namjoon swats Dasom’s hand away from the art installation.

He stands next to you as he sips his punch and looks around. “Crazy that we officially work here now.” He chuckles. “I know we’ve been here for a year, but I suddenly feel unworthy to be in this building.”

“Hallowed halls,” Dasom nods, looking at you. “We were just saying.”

Namjoon has to have had just as many drinks, as he’s been the one serving you. But he looks so steady and strong, eyes continually panning over the crowd. You see people dancing, laughing, eating, and drinking, but you know Namjoon sees something else.

“It’ll be our turn soon enough,” he says. “Our rules. Our voice. Our magazine.”

“Whoa there,” Dasom chuckles. “Are you planning a coup?”

“Didn’t you know?” Liquid courage is fueling the fire in your belly, which tightens when you notice the way Namjoon’s bicep curves in his form-fitting sweater as he raises his cup to his lips. “Namjoon has plans for this place.”

Namjoon blushes when he looks at you. All those coffee runs, in the middle of city construction and chaos, and the only things either of you ever spilled were ideas about where you wanted to take Butter Magazine next.

“It’ll be great,” he’d say breathlessly, as he hailed a cab or walked through a turnstile. “You’ll take these amazing blinks of an eye, use your magic to make them immortal, and share them with people who would’ve missed them completely. And then I’ll tell you what’s coming up ahead. Where to look next.”

It was then that you fell for him, both of your noses to the grindstone, pounding the pavement, chattering about this concept or that idea until you were blue in the face.

“It’s all gonna come true,” Namjoon tells you, smiling at you knowingly. His brilliant mind must have been cataloging each enthralling conversation the same way yours has, tagged and sorted, able to be filtered by the day of the week, or the color of the shirt he was wearing, or the mood he was in. Happy Green Monday Joon and his elevator pitch on the role that fashion plays in political identity. Frustrated Pink Tuesday Joon and his ongoing crusade against toxic masculinity. Serene Blue Wednesday Joon and a meta-analysis on the increasing use of minor chord progressions in pop music.

“I know it is,” you say dreamily, leaning a little too close to the art installation. “Y-you’re resplendent, Joon. It’s your destiny.”

Namjoon and Dasom raise their eyebrows, the former charmed, the latter cringing.

“You’re going to mmmmake this place into something even moooore incredible. More… more accessible!”

Namjoon and Dasom widen their eyes, the former flattered, the latter increasingly concerned about your similarly increasingly slurring speech and wobbling stance.

“Ssssoon, everybody in the world is gonna have a copy, and you, you--- you are gonna be like, using this m-magazine to introduce them to things! New things, cool things.” Your voice gets a little raspier. “Mmm. Deep things.”

Namjoon snorts.

“OK,” Dasom warns, laughing. “You’re officially cut off.”

“It’s gonna be like, this mmmmagazine gets to everyone’s door, and knock, and say, ‘Well, hello-oooooOOOO!’”

You shift your weight too far over the edge that your heels give you, your shirt getting stuck on the hooks and ripping completely off as you fall to the ground.

Not everyone knows the full story of what led to this moment. All that anticipation. All that excitement. All that liquor.

But everyone hears the crash of the sculpture, which, thankfully, doesn’t break, or else you would have immediately lost the job you got that day, but rather, given its hard, metal medium, scuffs up the floor just enough that your first Butter paycheck isn’t totally drained.

And, most importantly, everyone learns that you didn’t go for a bra after all, that night. You had tried the padding-included, curve-hugging top with and without one, over and over again, but you disliked the lines that each of your bras made, on your shoulders, or around your bust line. You felt a sort of weakness when you wore a bra in this particular blouse. You wanted to look smooth. Like you didn’t need any support. Like you could hold your own with the likes of Namjoon. Stand on your own two feet.

“Well, hello,” Namjoon jokes, biting his lip in amusement, and, like everyone, taking your naked breasts in before helping you back onto those feet, right before you black out.

“Well, hello.”

This time, the words are coming not from Namjoon the Assistant but the speaker system connected to the mic in front of Namjoon the Creative Director, older, wiser, and no longer joking.

“He looks like shit,” Dasom whispers to you.

You frown slightly, seeing the bags under his eyes and the weary look on his face.

Namjoon towers over most people, and now, standing on the makeshift stage and gripping the podium, he looks almost as tall as that art installation.

He looks out at everyone, eyes always scanning.

And then he steps off the stage.

Everyone exchanges glances as he walks into the middle of the crowd.

“Hello,” he repeats, his voice sounding less intimidating.

More accessible.

Everyone falls completely silent.

And your heart races.

“Thanks for clearing your schedules for this,” he replies. “I know I’ve interrupted you during a particularly busy part of the day, but I wanted to share something really important with you.”

“He’s leaving?” Jin questions.

“Nah,” Dasom says, shaking her head animatedly. “He wouldn’t quit. He never quits. And he certainly hasn’t done anything that would have gotten him fired.”

“Certainly,” you say under your breath.

“We received a letter last week from a reader,” Namjoon begins. “I want to read it to you.”

He pulls out a letter --- not his phone to read an email, and not even a printed email, an actual letter, kept in the envelope that brought it --- from his shirt pocket. His fingers slip into the top of the envelope, not torn apart like an eager child would do to a Christmas present’s wrapping paper, but carefully sliced open with a letter opener. Clean. A surgeon’s skill.

“Letter to the Editors of Butter Magazine,” Namjoon begins.

Longtime reader, first-time writer. I have loved reading your publication for decades. It was the one cultural touchstone that I was able to hold in my hands, the one social tether that I could grasp to pull my way out of my tiny, toxic town. You helped me become part of something bigger. And so it is with great love and admiration that I have to tell you that your work as of late has been, for lack of a better word, uninspiring. Boring. Derivative. What happened to the forward-thinking magical book that arrived in my mailbox every week? Why has Butter lost its sheen? Hoping that this lands meaningfully rather than painfully with you. You haven't lost this reader, but I'm calling to check up on you.

Signed,

Nobody Likes Bland Butter

Dasom finds your eyes, and you know that you’re both thinking of the conversation that you were having with Yong.

The rest of the crowd shares this awareness, everyone’s pupils filled with “I knew it”s and “This is what I’ve been thinking”s and “Finally someone said it”s.

Namjoon feels the sentiment most of all, down to his marrow, his bones nearly giving in every time he has to sit at that rectangular boardroom table for a meeting that plays out more like a circle jerk.

He continues, “Our shareholders and senior leadership are finally listening. The past issues---”

He clears his throat.

“---uh, that is, the past, uh, events, that have led up to this week, like the recent article retraction, and the senior core staff walkout---”

People start to murmur.

“---well, it was explained to me that leadership dismissed---”

He interrupts himself, shaking his head.

“---that is, uh, attributed to, differences of opinion.”

He relaxes a little.

“But this letter is telling them something different. This letter is telling them that Butter’s gone bad. So, they’ve finally empowered our department to make some changes. Good ones.”

Everyone starts chattering excitedly, but you hold your breath.

“Oh shit,” Dasom mutters. “He’s doing it.”

Jin cocks his head to the side, curious. “Doing what?”

“Unveiling the master plan,” Dasom jokes.

You share her chuckle, but you also feel a sense of excited urgency. Things have swung and shifted, but Namjoon is nothing if not a planner. You can see him taking the elevator down from the top of the building, turning left at the floor reception desk with the purple irises, and running simulations over and over in his mind just before entering the media room.

He’s not quite there. The squint that his eyes have formed tells you that he’s vamping, using trite but true epithets to stir the crowd up, to get them on board, but also because he’s still mid-analysis.

“This is a team with world-class talent. This is a team of descendants of the greats. All of our heroes started here, walking past that desk in reception, flashing their badges.”

He widens his stance, placing his hands on his hips, grazing the belt securing his tailored pants and tucked-in button-up. Passionate White Thursday Joon and his exhilarating course correction.

“They created pieces that inspired people,” Namjoon continues, “changed lives. Changed our lives.”

As his eyes settle on you in the crowd, the vision seems to fully bloom.

“We haven’t been doing them justice. We’ve been releasing issues that don’t look, or feel, or sound like us. We’ve been underperforming for quite some time. And I think --- actually, we all know --- that we’ve underperforming because we’ve been overcomplicating. Overdoing.”

His eyes go clear, and yours fill with pure admiration.

“So, let’s simplify things a bit.”

Before the full group starts to misinterpret this as a round of layoffs, Namjoon raises his hands to calm them.

“The reason I called everyone here today is to let you know that we are rethinking our relationship with the dozens of contract agencies that we’ve been working with. Now, that doesn’t mean that they will lose their jobs. We just need our next issue to be more focused. To do that, we should spend time getting to know each other again. Highlight the diverse talents and specializations that were hidden in the chaos, and that brought this core team together in the first place.”

He holds up the letter.

“This missive shook our core, and I say we go with it. Let’s keep shaking things up.”

His voice switches to more of a comfortably authoritative air as he tucks the letter into his shirt pocket, and you know that means he’s switched to the next track, always ten steps ahead of everybody else.

“Instead of being divided by subject matter, you will be re-sorted based on your roles. For the next four weeks, forget the Tech Team, or Wellness Team, or Trend Analysis Team. We’re going back to basics. Small groups: Stylists. Designers. Writers. Photographers.”

Your heart does a little flip at the smallest mention of anything having to do with you.

“Leads, you’ll receive further instructions from the Admin Team --- which will be the only team that stays intact for this, well, this little experiment.”

Namjoon can’t help but let a smirk through at the thought, and you know he’s having the time of his life right now.

“You’ll each focus on a single concept, be it a topic, or a product, or a trend. I’m hoping that this change in structure elicits a different kind of creativity..”

He smiles fully now, finding you again.

“Impress me. I want a taste of something new.”

The wink that he sends you brings tingles throughout your entire body.

“You beat the rush,” Jungkook replies, smiling at you when you approach the office door.

“Namjoon did mention the Admin Team,” you playfully warn. “Wanted to be first in line.”

“Your name has so many levels,” Jungkook teases.

There’s a rumbling thunder that starts to pick up from outside, in the main traffic area.

Jungkook’s eyes nervously glance over to the red door that brought you into the Admin Team wing. “He’s free. Go on in. I’ll deal with the stampede.”

You smile happily and open the door to Jimin’s office, finding him buried in work.

“Where were you earlier?” you ask.

Jimin rolls his eyes as he types at a blinding speed, eyes never leaving the screen of his desktop.

“Randomizing and rebalancing our entire core team into re-sorted groups,” he mutters, reaching for his mouse and clicking rapidly. “What can I do for you? That is, if I’m not already in the process of doing it?”

You smile as you take a seat across from him. As breathless as you get trying to hold onto Namjoon as he spins through the universe, you can also see how reckless Namjoon can be. Namjoon can utter a single word, and Jimin’s entire world must break and reform.

“There’s a line forming outside.”

Jimin pauses to look up at you with complete disbelief.

“Fuck! Can Joon let me breathe for one goddamned minute?!”

The slender chain around his neck transmits Jimin’s dramatic neck movements to the gold pen affixed to the bottom. The Butterstick, everyone calls it. Oftentimes, its mark tells you what does or doesn’t make it into the final book for editing. It can help you grease the wheels, but it can also clog your arteries.

“Sorry.” The Butterstick gleams and catches your eye. “At least your star pupil Jungkook is corralling them.”

“Well, thank god for that.”

Jimin immediately returns to typing, trusting that the situation is being handled for the time being.

“Jungkook’s the only one who gets it,” he admits. “All the rest of those interns and assistants need to be spoon-fed.”

He types something with an air of finality, clicks a couple of times on his mouse, and the printer on his desk springs to life.

Looking up at you, he adds, “I bet everybody else in The Playpen is just sitting on their asses, aren’t they?”

Swiveling your head around, you see Jungkook following the line of people behind you with smiles, small talk, and offers to bring them coffee while they wait, while the rest of his cohort just kind of dicking around at their shared desks.

The bullpen is usually meant for unstructured interactions --- gossip, chatter, brain-picking --- the kinds of conversations that you don’t expect to have but oftentimes end up making all the difference. Unfortunately, this particular troupe isn’t having them. It’s not their fault; with all the contractors that were hired, there are increasingly fewer opportunities to cut their teeth. It doesn’t help that this cohort also happens to be quite youthful. And so, what is now referred to as The Playpen follows Butter Magazine’s general trajectory: something once great, a staple in the field of journalism, but a victim of bad management and poor timing.

You fold your arms, chuckling at Jimin in agreement, but feeling incredibly sympathetic. “It wasn’t that long ago when we were sitting where they sit,” you point out. “And if Namjoon will have anything to say about it---”

“Which he definitely has,” Jimin sighs, setting another stack of documents to print.

“---then they’re about to get their shot.” You grin. “So maybe we should set them up for success and stop calling it The Playpen?”

Jimin grins fondly at you. “Powerful, just like your photographs.” He laughs a little. “I guess you’d know something a little about not writing people off, huh, Flash?”

You pout playfully, and Jimin stands to take the two stacks of papers that he’s just printed out to hand to you.

He bends slightly and uncaps The Butterstick to scribble your name on one, and someone else’s name on the other.

“Your bible for the next four weeks,” he says, as you rise from your seat. He taps the cover of the second stack. “Min Yoongi from the Tech Team is gonna be your partner. He’s down on the seventh floor. Go through the blue doors and make a right at the end of the hall.”

“Thanks.”

As you turn to leave, Jimin places a hand on your shoulder.

“Give him some time to… open up,” he advises, smirking.

“Quiet guy?”

“Can be.” Jimin nods. “A little shy.”

“Shy’s good. I’m used to shy.”

“Bet you have a lot of shy subjects to photograph for the Human Interest Team.”

You shrug and smile. “I think it’s more me.”

“You?” Jimin asks, surprised. “Shy?”

“Well,” you say, “I like to be behind the camera, and not in front of it.”

Each floor of the building is sealed off from the public, high-traffic welcoming areas by two massive, trapezoid-shaped doors painted a bright, buttery yellow.

You scan your badge at the door before heading inside, heeding Jimn’s instructions. The red and green doors splinter off to other teams, but they’re wide open and stretching out from their frames, people passing freely to and fro, now that those teams are on pause. The blue door that awaits you is still closed, and being someone who pays attention to these kinds of details, you wonder what that might signify for the conversation you’re about to have.

When you reach for the door and find that it’s locked, you start to feel a little nervous.

“Flash!” someone calls warmly.

You turn to find Jin sitting at a cluster of desks with someone else who’s drinking from a mug.

“Oh.” You smile and join him. “Hi.”

“Welcome to the seventh floor.” Jin spreads his arms out. “My kingdom.”

The other one spit-takes into his mug as he laughs.

Jin furrows his brow at being cut down.

“With all the field pieces you do, I’m surprised that you even remember that your desk is up here.” Eyes roll to meet yours. “I’m Hobi. I’m on the Trend Analysis Team.” He smirks. “Or, at least, I was. In the before times.”

You grin. “Trend Analysis, huh? Your team’s track record is flawless.”

Butter's always so quick to pick up on trends because of Jung Hoseok, or, it seems, Hobi to his friends. The team is a bit new to the magazine, but when you read his team’s work, you wonder where he's been all this time.

His writing suggests a sharp edge. But this man? His easy shrug. His kind smile. These aren’t the things that accompany a killer instinct.

“How do you do it?” you ask. “How do you move so fast? How do you always get it right?”

“I don’t know. Our team has a bunch of analytics, but all I really know is that I like what I like.” His eyes thin, and he looks so playful, like he’s about to let you in on a secret. “This will sound crazy, but I kinda feel like if something makes me happy, I just keep doing it, and kinda sorta almost will it to become popular so that I can continue enjoying and sharing it?”

“Or maybe you’re just lazy,” Jin jokes.

Hobi’s smile brightens to its maximum wattage, and you understand the power that lies within. Maybe featuring his work a bit more and adopting such a manifesting attitude would help breathe some life back into the magazine.

“Well, everyone knows your and Dasom’s work, obviously,” he goes on. “The profile you did on that artist a few months ago? The one who lost their sight and ended up creating those ‘sound paintings’?” Hobi sighs and clutches his heart. “That was an incredible story. I went to the exhibit at the museum five times after that.”

You smile. “It was a privilege to get to share it. But it’s gonna feel weird not working with Dasom,” you say, realizing it as the words form, your heart catching slightly in your chest.

But then you clear your throat and look back at them. “What about you two? Are you working together?”

Jin shrugs. “Don’t know yet. We were just hanging out and waiting for the line to die down at Jimin’s office.”

“He’s gonna kill Namjoon for springing this on him,” Hobi giggles. “He’ll probably stab him in the neck with The Butterstick.”

Jin eyes the veritable tomes that you’re carrying, hugging them close to your chest. “Is that your assignment?”

“Yeah, I happened to get to Jimin pretty early.” You shift your weight. “Actually, that’s why I’m down here. I’m looking for my new partner for the month. Do either of you know Min Yoongi?”

Jin and Hobi look at each other and laugh. “Yeah. We’ll take you to him.”

You follow them back to the blue door, and Jin does a special knock. One solid hit, a pause, and then three quick raps.

A smirk forms across your lips, and Jin and Hobi glance at you with curiosity.

Wide, unfocused eyes and the top of the bridge of a nose peek out from the blue, head tilted a full 90 degrees so that those eyes lie vertically, the rest of them hidden, as they’ve only opened the door a little bit.

“Oh. Hey, guys.”

The eyes settle on you questioningly.

You smile warmly. “Are you Min Yoongi?”

The eyes just blink.

“Um,” you say carefully, heeding Jimin’s advice, “is one blink for ‘yes’ or ‘no’?”

The eyes crinkle a little, amused.

“This is Flash,” Jin says, placing his hand on your shoulder. “She’s your partner for the month. Y’know, from the whole Namjoon announcement thingy.”

The eyes blink again. “What Namjoon announcement thingy?”

“The all-hands?” Hobi replies. “Didn’t you go?”

“No. Still working.”

“Alright, well we won’t disturb you.”

“Do the knock if you need something.”

Your smirk makes a reappearance.

“What?” Jin asks. “You ninth floor people too cool for secret knocks?”

“Just funny that you referred to this as your kingdom when you don’t even have the keys,” you remark.

Jin sulks as Hobi points and laughs, and the blue door opens wider as Yoongi rights himself.

There’s a familiar air about him. It’s instantaneous. You know the cloth from which he’s cut. This is everyone you went to art school with. Black, tailored pants, probably several of the same pairs in his closet, leather or denim only. A lightweight, white t-shirt on a willowy frame. Little accessories, rings and bracelets, nothing too loud so as to pull focus, sitting on sculpted hands. A shock of black hair standing up in every which way. Legs planted to the floor by scuffed Docs. He’s not uncaring; he’s a photographer, and aesthetic is everything. It’s just that everything about his everyday look is in service to his craft. It might be a little sacrilege to say in a magazine’s headquarters, but it just doesn’t make sense to worry about brand or style, when what you need is comfy, protective, secure, but unrestrictive clothes that allow you to nab the perfect shot wherever and whenever it comes up.

He knows you well, too. Black leggings. Oversized, cable-knit sweater. Hair down, but usually tied up when it’s time to start the work. The most personality you’re showing off as you tuck your hair behind your ear is the industrial piercing on your left ear, the gold bar a pleasant match for your skin.

Yoongi latches there, and because his eyes have disappeared into the low chuckles prompted by your joke, you latch onto his soft, kind smile instead.

Until they fall to the stacks of paper you’re holding.

“Oh,” you say. “This is related to the info we got during the all-hands. But I can come back later.”

He blinks at the amount of pages separating your arms from your chest.

“Looks like there’s a lot.”

“Kind of is.”

“I should be free in five minutes,” Yoongi offers. “Can you hang around ‘til we start breaking down the set?”

“Alright.”

“We’re gonna go check out Jimin’s and see if he’s blown a gasket yet,” Hobi says.

“If he hasn’t, maybe we’ll get some super cool packets of our own,” Jin pokes sarcastically. “Way better than a secret knock.”

You laugh and send Jin and Hobi off with a wave, and then you step into Yoongi’s world behind the blue door.

The Tech Team is only four people large. It makes sense that it’s one of the smaller groups in Butter’s organization, given that Butter really started as more of a fashion magazine.

The only team that’s smaller is yours --- and that’s because you and Dasom make up the entirety of the Human Interest Team.

You tell Yoongi so when he asks you about your work.

“I’ve seen your stuff,” he says, leading you over to the makeshift set. “You do mostly film?”

“Only film,” you say.

“A purist.” Yoongi gestures to himself with his thumb. “Only digital.”

“Makes sense,” you say, “given what you do.”

Yoongi nods. “You’re really good, by the way.”

You smile sheepishly. “Oh. Um, thanks.” You weren’t expecting to jump into the niceties so soon. “I’m, uh, admittedly not as familiar with your work, but I’m excited to see you in action now.”

“Hope you like what you see.”

Yoongi tosses the comment over his shoulder as he lazily walks to his team.

He quickly introduces everyone to you before returning to work setting up the last shot. “We’re done with all the technical close-ups and competitor comparisons, so all we’ve got left is the decorative stuff,” Yoongi explains, glancing back at you as you nod.

The Tech Team also consists of one photographer, Yoongi, but there are three other people helping him out: a product manager, a writer, and a specifications specialist. Yoongi provides the visual content and final design for their articles. The product manager maintains business partnerships and secures the technology that will be written about in the magazine. The specs specialist compares the product to competitors in the space and runs performance tests. And the writer is in charge of helping the team test the user experience of the product before integrating everyone’s feedback into the verbal content.

With all of this collective expertise, you think it’s funny that they’ve ground to a halt due to a simple air pump.

“The hydraulics are working, but the air pump --- i-it’s, like, stuck or something,” the writer explains. “Whenever I flick the switch, I hear the motor running, but no air comes out.”

“We should’ve gone with the battery back-up,” the specs specialist replies.

“Never buying this brand again, that’s for sure,” the product manager complains.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. “OK. Enough. Let’s take it back. Old school.”

“What do you mean?” the product manager asks.

Yoongi gestures for all of them to circle around the large, white, rectangular table in the center of the room, which is displaying the newest smartphone hitting stores next month. He sets the table on its short side, creating a white background. Then, he looks around, finding his iced coffee on a table nearby. He walks over and pulls the straw out of the cup before handing the straw to the product manager.

“Hold this.”

Then, Yoongi reaches for a bag of some kind of colored powder, a lilac purple that plays off of the plum color of the body of the phone. He shows the grimacing product manager, who is wiping Yoongi’s straw with his sleeve, how to dip the straw into the bag to load it up. And then he instructs the product manager to kneel behind the table and blow the powder straight up into the air as the specs specialist and writer toss the phone back and forth to one another, spinning the phone in their throws.

Yoongi takes his place behind the camera, and just when you think they’re about to start, they all fall silent and wait. Yoongi pulls out his own phone and starts to play some music through hidden speakers in the room. And then, when he gives a single nod, they begin.

They repeat the process over and over again with more powders, electric yellow, tangerine orange, sapphire blue, neon pink, fun accent pops of color to draw the eye.

In about fifteen minutes, the crew has created a fabulous header shot for the article, plus gifs and video for the abridged article for the website.

You smile as they celebrate, congratulating Yoongi on his genius.

“So clutch,” the writer says, chuckling.

“Yeah,” the specs specialist laughs, “we wouldn’t have even thought to just throw the phone back and forth.”

You join them to help break down the set and clean up, watching as Yoongi gives very specific instructions to his team, down to how things should be placed in their studio’s cupboards. The team doesn’t seem to mind, and you hope your goodwill extends into your own collaboration with him. Given Jimin’s suggestion, and if you hadn’t met Yoongi without having met his friends first, you might’ve been a little intimidated by him. Especially his deep gaze, intense whether he’s looking at you, or at the straw that came with his coffee.

“So, tell us,” the product manager replies, as you’re all sitting around the conference table in the back, Yoongi cueing the file uploads at his station before joining you, “what’s this text about? What happened at the all-hands?”

It’s hard not to evoke the fervor Namjoon had put into his speech, and you hope that the Tech Team is chuckling at you because they find it endearing rather than ridiculous.

So, it’s unfortunate when the specs specialist rolls their eyes and says, “This is ridiculous.”

“Maybe it’ll help, though,” the writer offers. “You know I love working with you all, but it’s been weird not having another writer to brainstorm ideas with. I missed that sense of connection.”

“But the strength of Butter comes from its holistic approach to everything,” the product manager replies.

They look over to Yoongi for his opinion, but he just sits motionless on the table. His computer beeps, and he glances over before looking back at the team. And then at you.

“Well… not like we have much of a say,” Yoongi reflects. “Not like we ever have much of a say.”

You almost wish he hadn’t chimed in. Not just because you immediately know that you’ve completely lost him and the team. Not just because you now fear your upcoming collaborations with Yoongi --- if he’ll even work with you. But because with one simple comment, he’s got you questioning things.

Questioning Namjoon.

Which you never do.

The rest of the team packs up for the evening and heads down to Jimin’s office to receive their assignments, but you stay behind and remain in your seat, looking at Yoongi as he swings his legs back and forth under the table.

“Interesting take,” you say finally, no longer able to bear the silence.

Yoongi nods. And then he looks at you. “You don’t like that I shared it.”

“Always open to opinions.”

He laughs. “People say that when they’re not open at all.”

You tense up as Yoongi hops off of the table and slides out the chair next to you.

“Relax,” he replies. “I’m the same way.”

“And what way is that?”

“I have a process. I’m used to things following a certain order. The sooner you learn that about me, the better we’ll get along.”

The defenses come up --- not in Yoongi, surprisingly, but in you. Why do you have to be the one to learn? Why do you have to be the one to acquiesce? You also like to do things the way that you like to do them. That’s precisely why you’ve only worked with Dasom. And didn’t Yoongi just admit that you did good work? Besides, this is a company directive, something you both need to abide by.

You take a breath and set a packet in front of Yoongi.

“Well, I guess I’ll be learning about your processes as we work on these concepts for the next four weeks.”

As you flip through the booklet, you realize that everyone has received the same information. It would have been a superhuman effort for Jimin to create individual packets with literally no notice, but in the end, you find it helpful. This way, everyone knows what everybody’s doing.

Yoongi frowns slightly as you flip to the first section.

“Flavor,” he reads.

You grin at remembering Namjoon’s plea: to give him a taste of something new.

You scan for your names, and you find that there are two parts to your assignment. The first is to do a tech product review of anything that Butter Magazine’s readership might be interested in, and to put a human interest spin on it. You’re supposed to jot down a few bullet points and then send your summary and photographs over to the writers, who will then build out the article from there.

“Should be easy enough,” Yoongi replies.

“Do you have any products in mind?” you ask.

Yoongi shrugs. “We can take a look at the queue and pull the next product in.”

“OK. I know I caught you off-guard at the end of the day, so maybe we can meet first thing tomorrow and start going through the list?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He watches you as you stand and take your packet from the table.

Feeling self-conscious, you slow your movements and look back at him.

“Everything OK?” you ask.

Yoongi blinks once.

“That’s ‘yes’, right?” you ask, smirking.

Yoongi blushes a little, and a small smile appears just under his nose, his round, soft cheeks popping out and catching the light.

“Night,” you say with a chuckle, before you disappear through the blue door.

“A bit strange,” Taehyung tells you, when you catch him on the elevator.

“I’m so glad you said that.”

Hearing it from Taehyung makes you feel a little less unsettled. To you, Taehyung’s senses are the most attuned to existential truth. There’s a certain spirituality to the commune-like world of the Fashion Team, all sorts of stylists lounging about over the coolest, funkiest furniture you’ve seen as they dream up genre- and era-bending looks for all sorts of faces and bodies. To be able to house a person so fully, and so beautifully, one has to start with truth.

“Was he mean?” Taehyung asks. “Sometimes people say Yoongi can be mean.”

“No, not at all,” you say.

“Yet,” Taehyung offers. “We can all be mean.”

This is exactly what you’re talking about. Raw truth.

You smile and say, “Well, sure. But I’m glad to say he was perfectly nice. Not thrilled about Namjoon’s whole experiment, but he’s at least willing to meet with me tomorrow.”

Taehyung nods. “Good to know.”

“How’s the Fashion Team taking the news?” you ask.

“We’re all in the middle of a team heart-to-heart,” he says. “I’m getting more tea for everyone.”

You step off at your floor, and Taehyung waves goodbye as you wander back to your desk. Funny how everyone is reacting so similarly to the news. Those who float through life see it as just another day. Those who require specifics find it a little daunting. And those who need to process their emotions are doing just that.

When you see Dasom at her desk, across from yours, drumming her fingers on the table, you wonder how she’s feeling about everything.

“Hey.”

“Hey, there you are,” Dasom says, smiling.

“How are the writers doing?” you ask.

“We’re all little balls of anxiety,” she sighs, watching you pack your laptop and camera into your bag. “But who’d be surprised by that?”

You chuckle to yourself.

And you chat a little more as you catch another elevator to the lobby.

“Obviously, everyone’s a little worried that there isn’t enough content to go around. Bylines and what not. Cliques are starting to form.” Dasom frowns. “This is why I only ever want to work with you.”

“I only ever want to work with you, too,” you admit. “But surely you can’t be all that worried. Enough content? There’s a whole world out there.” You hold up your packet. “There’s a whole world in here. And the prompts seem to be open enough to play around with.”

“Which I pointed out,” Dasom replied. “But I think it’ll take a couple of days before we can have a reasonable conversation. We were too busy doling out zannies to come up with any sort of game plan.”

“Did you find out who your partner is, at least?” you ask.

Dasom sighs and says, “Sejin.”

Sejin isn’t a particularly loud or overbearing person. He writes well, but not particularly passionately. He just kind of likes to lay in the cut, always happy to help out.

“Then it’ll be like you aren’t working with anyone at all, right?” you laugh.

As you and Dasom reach the sidewalk outside, she leans and collides into your side, frowning and whining, “But I wanna work with you.” Grumpy, she folds her arms and huffs. “Maybe I’ll feel better after eating. How about soup? Ramen or pho or something?”

“Actually, there’s this---”

When you check your phone to consult your restaurant recommendations list, you see that there’s an unopened text message.

Namjoon (5:23 PM): Waiting.

“There’s this what?” Dasom asks, leaning to peek at your phone.

“This, um, thing,” you say quickly, starting to sweat and shoving your phone into your bag. You look up at Dasom and smile apologetically. “I have this thing that I forgot that I have to do.”

“Alright. Well.” Dasom raises her eyebrows. “Call me after?”

You nod, and then you go your separate ways, heading home.

Usually, you and Dasom grab something to eat to wait out the traffic, and then Dasom catches the red or purple lines north, and you grab the blue line west.

Today, you forgo the train altogether.

You order a rideshare, and you race over to Namjoon’s place uptown. Sitting in the backseat, you replay Namjoon’s speech over and over again in your head, even closing your eyes at times to remember the way he’d smirked, or raised his eyebrows.

Or winked.

By the time you pull up to his fancy loft, your hands are clammy, your vision is blurry, and your heart is threatening to sledgehammer through the walls of your ribcage.

You jump out of the car and race inside, catching the door as someone else is leaving. The elevator is too slow, so you fly up the staircase, two stairs at a time, eyes crazed with the thought of Namjoon talking about tasting something new.

You find his door, and you knock gently.

“Hi,” he says, smiling.

“Hi,” you say.

You step inside and set your packet down on his kitchen counter.

And then he pulls you into the most delicious kiss. Not a new taste by any means. A familiar one. The most familiar one to you now, having spent years in it. On his couch. On yours. Stolen at a work event. Saved for a weekend getaway. Your life is merely moments between these kisses, spent haunted and yearning for the next time his lips will meet yours.

Not that there isn’t any variation. This kiss is rushed and eager, but it can sometimes be soft. Languid. Annoyingly so, when he’s teasing you and wanting to see you beg for him. How he so loves to see you beg.

“C’mere.”

You follow him to his bedroom, and you start to feel giddy. Namjoon pulls you into the bedroom when he’s particularly heated, and you guess that the day’s excitement has shifted into his muscles, with the way that he’s ripping your clothes off and grunting into your skin.

He traces the outline of your bra, gazing wantonly and biting his lip as he pulls the bottom of the cups with both hands, your nipples grazing against the top and the fabric scratching you slightly as they’re set free.

“God, you looked so good up there,” you moan, fueling the fire, letting your head loll back.

He bustles, bending down and licking your breasts while his hands work at your spine to undo the clasps.

Your bra falls away, and you run your hands through his hair, gripping him and holding him there, pushing your chest up against him to feel more.

“So confident. So sure.”

“Yeah?”

You moan again as he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, before sitting down on the bed, and you start to grind slowly on his lap.

“Yeah.” You smile. “It’s happening.”

“Oh, things are happening alright.”

You giggle as he turns you around and lays you down, leaning over you and bracing with his hands on either side of you, your own hands working at his buttons.

He looks down at what’s taking so long and frowns at the finger-shaped sweat stains you’ve made as your hands slip on his smooth buttons.

“Why are your hands so wet?”

“Got excited. A little nervous.”

“Nervous? For what?”

Brow raised, you smile. “To see you.”

Namjoon beams at you, eyebrow arching. “Me?”

“That’s always how I feel about you,” you say for the millionth time. “How I’ve always felt.”

He groans and kisses you. “Well, hurry up. I wanna feel things too.”

You make quicker work of his clothes, and as he bends over to step out of his pants, he reaches up for your panties, sliding them off of your legs and kissing your thighs and calves as he goes.

He finds his way back to you, littering your body with kisses and touches until he’s leaning over you again.

“Ready for me?” he asks, stroking his massive cock, already oozing.

“God, yes.”

He reaches over into his nightstand and grabs a condom. You watch, utterly seduced, as he glides it over his tip. What might it feel like without this second skin? You’ve wondered. You’ve even tried to approximate, with your hands. With toys. Always in search of the characteristics you know he holds. The soft curve upwards. That girth. A naked taste of it would be exciting. You’d only gotten to once before, in a passionate moment, when neither of you were prepared and settled for each others’ hands and mouths. But there’s a part of you that still wants.

He smiles at your curiosity. Tossing the wrapper aside, he leans back down and chuckles. “You always watch me with that look on your face.”

You smile and shrug, following where his lips lead you. Back to the mattress. Back to the moment.

He presses his tip against you, and he moans when he so easily slides in.

“Always so wet for me.”

You can’t help but giggle and watch him devilishly as he starts to pump, his throaty voice rumbling against your cheek when he just has to pull himself away from your lips to tell you so.

His strokes are still so hard to define for you. Perfect is all that comes to mind. But why? Because he fills you up so fully on each one? Because he somehow finds a way to hit every spot? Because he awakens new ones, spots that, due to awkward or impossible placement, you didn’t think would let you feel much but let you feel it all?

You start to shudder, and Namjoon laughs softly. “Know what that means.”

He starts to pull away from you, and you start to clench your jaw, tight. Clench your fingers around the edge of the mattress. Clench your torso. Clench your pussy, squeezing him and making him clench his hands around your waist, your thighs clenching around his hips and crossing in the air as he scoops into you, pushing you into the mattress, the box springs clenching tightly too.

Harder.

Tighter.

“Joon!” you whine tremulously.

All he can do is grunt back at you before his hips still, and he falls on top of you, spent.

Your muscles have relaxed. All but the ones in your lips. You’re still using them, as he kisses you down from the high. You wonder how many there are. Muscles in your lips, that is. You’ve always wondered while and after kissing him. It always feels like you’ve worked out your entire body when you do.

But then comes the part that you hate.

He sighs, content.

And then he pulls out of you, tying off the condom and going to the bathroom.

You lie there to strike each bullet point as it happens. The shower runs. Namjoon whistles a bit. Sings, if it was really good. He sings now, and you smile to yourself. In a few short minutes, he returns, drenched and naked, his towel hanging around his neck, his hand tossing a clean towel over to you.

And then he says, “You’re up, Flash.”

You don’t know why you lie there when you know he needs you to leave. Maybe it’s because you still think that, one of these times, he’ll invite you to stay.

You’d ask Dasom for her take on things, but not even she knows about this connection that you have. The connection that started the night you earned that nickname, when Namjoon helped you home and tucked (well, fucked) you into bed. But as time goes on, that connection is threatening to break.

Namjoon’s impatient eyes hover over yours when you don’t move.

“Flash?”

“Yeah, sorry, just a little…” You smile sheepishly. “Well, you know what you do to me.”

Namjoon grins.

You prop yourself up on your elbows. “You got anything going on tonight?” you try. “I’m starving. Maybe we could grab a bite to eat.” When was the last time you tried? Does it matter? You know he’ll say---

“I can’t.”

He reaches for the gold watch on top of the neatly folded clothes sitting on top of his dresser. Were they already there? His post-coital costume was already ready?

You really are running out of time.

“Isuel’s flight lands soon. Having dinner with her at 8.”

He locks his watch into place, the metal clicking with a sense of finality.

You wince at his fiancé’s name. “Oh.”

He smiles happily at you as he reaches for his shirt next. A black button down, an inverse of the one you got your sweaty hands all over.

“But this was the perfect way to kick off the celebration,” he says. “You know what this means to me. Thanks, Flash.”

“Oh.” You smile. “Well… you’re welcome.”

He looks down at his shirt and laughs. “Underwear,” he says, shaking his head at himself.

He reaches over for a dresser drawer, and you raise your eyebrows as he moves. Just like you’ve only seen parts of Namjoon’s life outside of work, you’ve only seen parts of Namjoon’s life in his apartment. You know which doors lead to which rooms, what drinks he keeps stocked in his fridge, and where all the guest soaps are in the bathroom.

But you don’t know how he organizes his underwear drawer.

He turns to look at you over his shoulder, waiting for you to leave.

“I’ll be quick,” you say, in defeat.

Namjoon smirks. “Cool.”

You take the towel and your clothes, and you go to the bathroom.

And though this isn’t what you’ve always done, because you were so foolishly optimistic in the beginning, you do what you’ve become accustomed to doing over the years.

You tie your hair up. You run the shower. And then you cry silently as you get dressed, wanting to leave as much of him on you as possible for the ride home.

Kim Iseul.

It doesn’t help that she already happens to share Namjoon’s last name.

But then again, could anything help?

You lie on your couch with your laptop, scanning through the most recent headlines that the famous, gorgeous model has made. Something about charity donations and a new campaign with Florilège fashion house.

She and Namjoon probably only get to see each other for a long weekend every quarter. But he’s so mad about her. You can tell from the way he holds her on red carpets and power couple photo shoots. She’s so sweet and kind. Charitable, apparently. And obviously gorgeous. A delicate, pale swan neck that Namjoon probably nibbles on. Long, sleek hair that Namjoon can just run his fingers through without having to be told to wait until she’s done taming it with irons and product.

A perfect body.

A perfect face.

Those high cheekbones. That luminous smile. Those eyes that somehow always find the light.

Even you love her, a little bit. Who wouldn’t love her?

You take another sip of cider and shiver as the cold liquid flows through your body, combining with your cold, damp hair and skin to accentuate Namjoon’s freezeout.

“…which means I’m probably going to end up with whatever trash ideas come through the hopper,” Dasom says.

You clear your throat and check the time. You’ve missed about fifteen minutes of conversation.

Panicking, you look away from your laptop to reduce the distraction. “You’ll figure out something,” you say, in the most reassuring tone you can muster. “You always do.”

“Thanks.” Dasom sighs. “Would’ve liked to have this talk over dinner, though.”

“Sorry,” you say.

“How was it?”

“Huh?”

“The thing?”

“What thing?”

“The thing that you just did,” Dasom says, annoyed. “The thing you ditched me for.”

“I said sorry,” you reply, grimacing even though Dasom can’t see you.

“I know. Just giving you a hard time.” She sighs. “What was it, anyway? The thing? Can I help?”

You look around, searching for an answer. “Oh. Um, no, I was just doing some stuff my mom was asking for.”

Vague. Family-related. Dasom will back off.

And if not, you say, “I should probably go now. I’m a little fucked up---” You scoff. “Fucked out---” You clear your throat again and grunt. “Tuckered out,” you sigh, disappointed in yourself for slips and slip-ups so Freudian.

Dasom laughs. “I can tell. Everything’s OK?”

You stifle a whine that might turn into a sob if you aren’t careful, and if you don’t go a little easier on these ciders.

“Yeah. See you tomorrow.”

“Night.”

“Goodnight.”

You end the call and resume your clicking.

Kim Iseul.

Typing furiously into your search bar, you begin the third phase of a night with Namjoon. It’s about the little things. They matter so much to you.

When was she born? May 17. That makes her a Taurus, and a near-perfect match for a Virgo like Namjoon. Awesome. So their love is destined by the gods.

What are her hobbies? She loves art museums, taking walks in the woods, and has a penchant for dried flowers pressed in her favorite books? How beautiful. Sounds like some bullshit Namjoon would wax poetic about when talking about his dream girl on one of your intern coffee runs.

What’s her favorite food? Anything except seafood. Amazing. You hear Namjoon excitedly talking about the cute crabs he saw while on vacation with her in Fiji. You set it in your mind to talk about how good crabs taste when you see them next. Your wedding present could be a cookbook. 101 Ways to Prepare Crab.

You start looking up recipes. Crab cakes. Crab rangoon. Crab bisque. Marinated crabs. Florida stone crab. Chinese mitten crab. Louisiana crab boil. Singaporean black pepper or chili crab.

Your stomach rumbles, reminding you that you haven’t eaten dinner.

Your pussy twitches, when you look up and see a photo of Namjoon in a tailored tux.

Horny, angry, and hungry, you start to feel the impulse to throw your laptop out of your window.

But then, an email notification shows up on your screen, the banner crawling in at the bottom right of your screen. It’s a work email.

From Min Yoongi.

Part frustrated that he’s stopped the near-weekly spiral that you send yourself down, and part thankful that he’s given you something else to focus on, you click on the notification, and your work inbox pops up.

From: [email protected]

Subject: work stuff

Was thinking about our meeting for tomorrow. Here’s the stuff we had queued up next. Thought you might want to take a look and see what interested you.

-Yoongi

P.S. I like the idea of just starting at the top of the list and moving sequentially. But I’m open to opinions.

You scoff at the in-joke and click the attachment and read through the list.

Still horny, angry, and hungry, you land on a particular item.

And a plan forms in your mind.

“And you sure?” Yoongi asks, panic deeply set into his eyes.

“Yes,” you say resolutely.

Yoongi gulps. “Well… It’s… certainly never something I’ve…”

He looks down at the box.

The vibrator touts earth-shattering orgasms. You don’t know how they’ll come from something so compact and discreet. But you don’t need to know. You just need to write about it so sensually so as to get Namjoon’s attention.

“How’d you--- Where’d you---” Yoongi blinks rapidly. “You got your hands on this product so… quickly?”

“Well, when you sent me the list, I glanced over it, and this one interested me. Dasom and I met up and grabbed it at a sex shop on our way into the office.” You grin, thinking of the fun morning you had, perusing other items and making a note to visit that place again. “I know it’s number 23 on your list, but you did say you were open to opinions.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes. But then he mulls over your idea.

“What do you think?” you ask hopefully.

“I think…” Yoongi sighs. “I think I’ve never met technology I couldn’t photograph.”

He shyly takes it out of the box and sets it on the white table. It’s pink, with two… handles? Sides? Branches? One for g-spot stimulation, and the other for clitoral stimulation.

He pushes out his lips as he decides what angle to place it at.

“OK. I’ve got some ideas.” He looks at you “But what about the review itself?”

You wave your hand dismissively. “I’ll make something up.”

“No, no, no,” Yoongi says, shaking his head. “We always try the products ourselves.”

“Fine. Then you try it, and I’ll write the bullet points to send to the writers,” you reply. “Done and done.”

“No,” Yoongi replies. “I did all the work here. You’ve gotta do something.”

“I can take the photographs, then.”

“No,” Yoongi says, making you already tired of hearing that from his lips, “I’m the tech photographer, and you’re the human interest angle.”

And then Yoongi smirks.

His realization dawns on you.

“Now it’s my turn to say no,” you reply.

“It’s your vibrator.” Yoongi laughs. “And you want to review it so badly. So review it.”

You fold your arms. Yoongi’s really throwing a wrench in this plan.

“Why’d you want to buy it anyway?” he asks. Not in a mean or teasing way. It’s an honest question. He’s genuinely curious. “Are you just wanting to experiment, or…”

You shrug. You think of Namjoon. All the approximations you’ve done.

“Just curious, I guess.”

“Curious about…?”

Yoongi blinks at you. Slowly.

“I don’t know.” You think of Namjoon again. “What it might feel like.”

“Then I don’t see why you don’t try it out.”

“Fine,” you say. “That can be the human interest piece, I guess.”

Yoongi picks up the vibrator and the box it came in, but he hears something rattling inside. He reaches into the box to find a battery-operated remote control.

He looks at you, making you feel self-conscious, like when you had first met him.

“What?” you ask.

“What are you curious about feeling?” he asks.

Instead of saying “Namjoon’s naked cock”, you just shrug.

“Well, the assignment is to find a new flavor,” Yoongi replies, looking back down at his packet, and making you realize that you’ve left yours at Namjoon’s apartment.

Realizing this makes something just snap.

You start to seethe. Why is Yoongi asking you all these questions? Why does it matter? All you want to do is something, nearly anything, to get Namjoon’s attention.

Yoongi turns to you. “Have you ever used a vibrator at work?”

“What the fuck kind of question is that?” you ask angrily.

Yoongi just smiles.

“I think we found the real human interest angle,” Yoongi says, holding up the remote. “Let’s go. I haven’t had my coffee yet.”

Yoongi watches you as you nervously squirm in your desk chair.

“It’s not even on yet.”

“I know.”

“Hey,” Yoongi says, furrowing his brow. “Why are you so upset?”

“Sorry. I just---” You sigh and roll your eyes.

The floor isn’t too busy yet, but there are some familiar faces. You don’t think they should see your o-face by any means. In retrospect, you don’t know why you suggested doing it at your desk. Maybe it was because it was the most comfortable spot for you. Maybe you thought Dasom would be there to help you get out of it. You don’t know why you went along with Yoongi’s idea at all. If you had to guess, it was just to finally shut him up and get him to do what you wanted to do.

“You ready?” Yoongi asks.

“Yeah.”

You hold the remote in your hand, but there’s absolutely no motivation or will behind your thumb. After ten or so minutes, the buttons remain unpressed.

Yoongi smiles at you. “Chicken.”

“Am not.”

“You won’t do it.”

You frown and lean forward. “I put the damn thing in, alright?”

“Yeah, but you won’t actually turn it on, will you?”

“Will too.” You look down at the remote. “I just need… some time.”

Yoongi rolls his eyes and brings the straw of his iced coffee to his lips. “Waiting.”

Waiting, you think.

You mash the button, and you feel a buzz. Yoongi hears the vibrator working, quiet, but audible at your table, and he laughs. He brings the coffee up to his lips for another sip.

“OK, I tried it out,” you say, the vibrations admittedly pleasant. “We can go now.”

“No. You need to try it out until…” Yoongi laughs. “Well, you know.”

You frown again and cross your arms, setting the remote down on the table.

He arches an eyebrow.

“Something else Namjoon said,” he replies, and your pussy twitches at the mention of his name.

“What.”

“Experimentation,” Yoongi replies.

He picks up the remote and waves it in your face. You do everything you physically can to get that remote back, but the vibrations are picking up now, and you’re kind of left in a daze.

“Trust me?” Yoongi asks.

“I just met you,” you reply.

“Yeah, but you know whether you trust me or not by now,” Yoongi points out.

You fold your arms again and try to focus on not losing control completely.

Yoongi looks at the buttons. “What do these symbols mean?”

He presses the other button. The clitoral stimulator, designed to mimic a sucking sensation, turns on, and you lunge forward, grabbing onto the table for stability.

“Whoa,” Yoongi says, raising his eyebrows in surprise.

You let out a little gasp and try to right yourself, but your eyes screw up.

Yoongi watches you in awe, and when you can get your eyes open again, you watch as he slowly brings his iced coffee up to his lips again. He’s so distracted by, well, whatever you’re doing with your face, that his straw bumps up against his nose, nearly going in.

He laughs sheepishly, keeping his eyes on you.

And, to your surprise, you laugh, too. His cute cheeks. His embarrassed smile. And his gaze, growing deeper by the second.

It all feels…

“Fuck,” you whisper, eyes going blank again. “I feel…”

“Feel…?” Yoongi asks.

“I feel… it feels…” You sigh, starting to sweat. “I feel… good.”

It comes out as a half-moan, and Yoongi bites his lip. “Damn. I did not think this was going to be what I did at work today.”

“Shit,” you sigh, crossing your legs, but that action only makes the sensations more intense.

You close your eyes, and when you open them again, you see Yoongi looking at his phone. Maybe trying to give you some privacy.

“Fuck. Um, uh, Yoongi, would you mind if we turn it, uh, if I-I---”

Yoongi moves to turn off the toy completely, but the symbols make no sense. Instead of turning off, he’s really, really, turning you on.

You let out a whimper, and people are starting to notice that something is… wrong?... with you.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you whisper through grit teeth. “I need to---”

The first wave of pleasure threatens to break you, so you jump out of your seat and, the toy still snug against your mound due to its placement in your underwear, you bolt for the first room you can think of.

The darkroom is located not too far away, just a few feet from your and Dasom’s desks. No one is ever back there. No other photographer uses film.

You run to the back corner of the room, the red light comforting you like welcoming arms, while also tickling the edges of your sensuality, making everything a little softer. A little hazier.

Yoongi bursts in after you.

“Are you OK??”

“Yeah, I just---”

You nearly fall to the ground, but Yoongi closes the door behind him and runs over to you to make sure you don’t hurt yourself.

He sits on the floor in front of you and watches as you squirm.

“The remote,” he realizes. “I’ll go---”

“No,” you sigh, grabbing his collar and holding on. “I’m going to…”

You shudder, and Yoongi isn’t sure what to do. So he stays with you. Watches you. Those eyes, bathed in red, slowly blinking.

And then, unable to help himself, he bites his lip, and then kisses you. A rougher kiss than you might’ve expected. You moan into it, your orgasm overtaking you, forcing your leg on top of his. The feel of his hands on your arms, and then your ass, and then around your waist. It’s all so deliciously weird and wrong. You barely know him. What are you doing?

As Yoongi kisses you down off of your high, you notice the vibrations have stopped.

“Is it…” Yoongi chuckles. “Is it over?”

“Yeah,” you say, surprised, as the two of you come apart. “Actually, it might’ve already stopped when I got here.” You furrow your brow. “Maybe the batteries ran out?”

“Or maybe the Bluetooth.” He looks back at the door. “Maybe we’re too far away for the connection or something.” His eyes find yours again. “How… How’d it feel?”

You smile and think of something.

“Lips,” you say.

You’re bathed in red, and yet, you notice Yoongi blushing. “Uh… which… which ones?”

You feel yourself blushing, too. “The ones on my face.”

Yoongi blushes even deeper. “I meant… yours or mine?” He frowns. “Oh god. Was that OK to do? Was I---”

“I was thinking about… well… whenever I have a really good, um… experience, like a good… um, kiss,” you say, carefully, “I always think about how many muscles there are in our lips.”

Yoongi studies your face. Yes, you enjoyed it as much as he did. And you were similarly taken by surprise. But you don’t regret it. And at this, he softens. Relieved.

Thrilled.

“Six,” Yoongi says simply, in a whisper that sounds so appealingly breathless.

You’re still catching yours. “Huh?”

“There are six muscles in your lips,” he answers, smiling.

He reaches down, his thumb pressing against the corner of your mouth and running along the edge, stroking the skin that still contains his spit. It returns to the center, where his deep eyes are so fixed, just under your Cupid’s bow. He parts whichever muscles exist there, your mouth hanging slightly open, and you find yourself surprisingly panting at his touch.

“And I’m pretty sure we used them all in that… kiss.”

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Korean MVs that came out in 2018

~Since i’m not into most kpop groups i might forget to write a comeback so feel free to tell me some that i haven’t written yet or if i have done a mistake.~

*The songs are not in order

**I’ve already made 2016 and 2017 lists

January:

Drug Restaurant - Her

Trcng - Wolf Baby

N.Flying - Hot Potato

Momoland - BBoom BBoom

Oohyo - Honey Tea

Mamamoo - Paint Me

Block B - Don’t Leave

Infinite - Tell Me

JoWoochan, ParkHyunjin, Achillo - OGZ

Stray Kids - Grrr

Stray Kids - Young Wings

Kim Dong Ryul - Reply

Sunmi - Heroine

Chungha - Roller Coaster

JBJ - My Flower

Girlkind - Fanci

Cheetah - Stagger

Ohhyuk, Cifika - Momom

Jane Jang - Button

Ashmute - Ghost

Oh My Girl - Secret Garden

Jay Park - Run It (ft. Woo Wonjae & Jessi)

Kassy - I Want Love

Jimin - Hey

Holland - Neverland

Sik-K - YeLowS Gang (ft. Herr Nayne, Woodie Gochild)

Jonghyun - Shinin’

Jonghyun - Before Our Spring

Dean - Instagram

Red Velvet - Bad Boy

Standing Egg - From the Star

Ikon - Love Scenario

Penomeco - L.I.E

Suzy - Holiday (ft. Dpr Live)

Suzy - I’m In Love With Someone Else

Golden Child - It’s U

Jeong Sewoon - Baby It’s U (ft. Kiggen, earattack)

Davichi - Days Without You

KCM - Dawnpark

Ravi - Nirvana (ft. Park Jimin) + Alcohol Remix

Vav - Spotlight

Rainz - Turn it Up

Jay Park x Yultron - Forget About Tomorrow

Na Haeun - So Special

BoA - Nega Dola

Jong Shin Yoon - Slow Starter

February:

gugudan - The Boots

Seventeen - Thanks

CoCoSoRi - Miamor

Jung Seung Hwan - The Snowman

Jung Seung Hwan - It’s Raining

Ailee - Rewrite…If Can

Eden - Good Night (ft. Jukjae)

Naeun, Jinsol - My Story

Hong Jinyoung - Good Bye

Yang Yoseob - Star

Yang Yoseob - Where I Am Gone

Vav - Gorgeous

Hyolyn - To Do List

Roy Kim - Only Then

Suzy - SOberR

Nct U - Boss

Min Kyung Hoon x Kim Heechul - Falling Blossoms

Kim YoungChul - Andenayon (ft. Wheesung(Realslow))

Kang Hodong x Hong Jinyoung - I Kicked My Luck Off

I.M - Fly With Me

CLC - Black Dress

Weki Meki - La La La

Vromance - Star

Cheeze - Just as a Lie

Hash Swan - Wang Like Alexander (ft. Gray)

SF9 - Mamma Mia

Red Velvet - I Just

Nct U - Baby Don’t Stop

WJSN - Dreams Come True

Cheetah - I’ll Be There

Jeon Soyeon - Idle Song

I.C.E - Shameless

Sha Sha - You & Me

Yoyomi - Who’s That Guy

Kisses - Blue Lagoon

J.yung - Can I

Trax x Lip2shot [STATION] - Notorious (ft. Sophiya)

Roydo - Crzy

Martin Smith - Crazy (ft. Jung Sungha)

Kim Sung Kyu - True Love

Marvel.J - Really (ft. New Champ, Olltii)

Got7 - One And Only You (ft. Hyolyn)

Junhyeok - Stay

DongWoo - My Half

Joypark - Missing You

E Hyuk - Come Up To Me Like The Wind

Chris Kim - Miss U

BeautyHandsome - Where Are You

March:

j-hope - Daydream

Jooyoung - Dive

Sleepy - iD

Nct Dream - Go

Nct 127 - Touch

Got7 - Look

Heize - Didn’t Know Me

Heize - Jenga (ft. Gaeko)

Heize - Mianhae

Mamamoo - Starry Night

Mamamoo - Everyday

Suho x Jane Jang [STATION] - Dinner

Jane Jang, Suho - Do You Have a Moment

Noel - Our Last Day

Minseo - The Grand Dreams

Suzy - Midnight (ft. Yiruma)

April - The Blue Bird

Cheetah - Bumpkins (ft. Minos)

Golden Child - Lady

Most Badass Asian - Want

Most Badass Asian - 2018

Choi Ye Geun - To Say Sorry

Junoflo - Grapevine (ft. Jay Park)

Yong Junhyung - Sudden Shower (ft. 10cm)

Wanna One - Boomerang

Yeesang - Here (ft. Loco)

Filmisland - it’s Love (Vocal by OFA)

Monsta X - Jealousy

Stray Kids - District 9

Stray Kids - Grow Up

Jung Joon Young - Fiancée (ft. Microdot)

Samuel - One (ft. Jung Ilhoon)

Hoya - All Eyes On Me

Kisum - It’s Okay (ft. Heize)

San E, Mad Clown - Butterfly (ft. Bumkey)

TVXQ! - The Chance of Love

Super Junior [STATION] - Super Duper

Honey Popcorn - Bibidi Babidi Boo

Crazy Music - We’ll Always Love (ft. Yejoon.E)

Sunwoo Jung A - Fine (ft. Lim Heon Il)

Marmello - Wake Me Up

Kid Milli - Why Do Fuckbois Hang Out On The Net

Sweden Laundry - Scene

April:

Nct U - Yestoday

Oh My Girl Banhana - Banana Allergy Monkey

Pentagon - Shine

Winner - Everyday

Exid - Lady

The Boyz - Giddy Up

YDPP - Love It Live It

Flowsik x Jessi - Wet

LOONA / Olivia Hye - Egoist (ft. JinSoul)

Jeong Jinwoon - Erasing

TVXQ! - Love Line

D:amant - Sick

CLC - Distance

Bigone - Wavywavywavy

Primary, Anda - Moonlight (ft. Xin Seha)

Primary, Anda - Dressroom

Primary, Anda - Zeppelin

Primary, Anda - The Open Boat (ft. Colde)

Twice - What Is Love?

Eric Nam - Potion (ft. Woodie Gochild)

Eric Nam - Honestly

Noir - Gangsta

UNB - Feeling

GreatGuys - Ganda

Hyeongseop x Euiwoong - Love Tint

Badkidz - Just One Day

Exo-CBX - Blooming Day

Ten [STATION] - New Heroes

N.Tic - Once Again

Jo SoJeong - Stars

Gunmin x Heedo - Don’t Worry

Lee Hong Gi, Yoo Hwe Seung - Still Love You

Yoo Seonho - Maybe Spring

Mad Clown, Ailee - Thirst

Super Junior - Lo Siento (ft. Leslie Grace)

Drunken Tiger - Yet

The Rose - Baby

E Hyuk - I’ll Live

Vanilla Acoustic - Travel

Eddy Kim - Whoa Whoa

Jo SoJeong - Lost Sea

WeAreYoung - I Know

Carla - I Don’t Need You

Shin Yong Jae(4Men) - Today

Young Jun (Brown Eyed Soul) - Don’t Leave Me

Imfact - The Light

Soma - Spring

Vixx - Scentist

Whee In - Easy (ft. Sik-k)

JBJ - Call Your Name

Hyo - Sober (ft. Ummet Ozcan)

Hoons - I C U

Highteen - Timing

Jo Hyun Ah - After You

June - Sérénade

Sei - Nobody Knows

HA:TFELT - Pluhmm

H.U.B - When A Blossom Day Of Cherry Blossom

In2it - SnapShot

Apink - Miracle

Cando - Rain Drop

Yoonmirae - KawiBawiBo

Nano - Punishment

Solar - When The Wind Rises [original: Kim Kwang Seok]

Solar - Nada Sou Sou [original: ??? (jp)]

Solar - It’s Been a Long Time [original: Love & Peace?? (not sure)]

Lovelyz - That Day

Hyolyn - Dally (ft. Gray)

Yun Ddan Ddan - It Will Be Okay

Yun Ddan Ddan - In My Room

Yun Ddan Ddan - Let It Flow

Stray Kids - Mirror [Performance]

Hwang In Sun - Dead Clock

Jackson Wang - Dawn of Us

Snuper - Tulips

Hwang Chi Yeul - The Only Star

Luna - Night Reminiscin’ (ft. Yang Da Il)

TheEastLight - Are You Okay

Kim Bum Soo - I Love You

MeloMance - Just Friends

Monday Kiz - Every Moment

Bang Yongguk - Portrait

Zai. ro - When Are You Coming

BrotherSu - What’s Wrong With U (ft. Gaeko)

Sunwoo Jung A, The Barbarettes - Outside The Chart

Kyung Dasom - Fall In Love

Gfriend - Time For The Moon

JBJ - Just Be Stars

Iz - Granulate

Park Hyo Shin - The Other Day

Temperature of Saying ‘hi’ - If You Tell Me

Halo - O.M.G

Colde - Your Dog Loves You (ft. Crush)

May:

Jay Park, Simon Dominic, Loco, Gray - Upside Down

Iz - Angel

ii - I’m Already You

(G)I-Dle - Latata

Jung Up - Nothing Left

Loco - Party Band (ft. Punchnello, Thur)

So Soo Bin - Sweet Nothings

Gaho - Stay Here

Crush - Bittersweet

Teen Top - Seoul Night

Vinxen - Sinking Down With U

Yong Jun Hyung - Go Away

Dreamcatcher - You And I

Seo Eun Kwang, Changsub - My Day

K.Will - My Star

Cross Gene - Touch It

Woodz - Pool

Jay Moon - Fire

N.Flying - How R U Today

Kanto - Salty

Doko - Don’t

Paul Kim - Additional

Bts - Fake Love

GB9, Park Bo Ram - If You

Eyedi - Luv Highway

Uni.t - No More

Trei - Nike

Eluphant - Welcome

PLT - Hocus Pocus

V.O.S - Door

Jisook - Edelweiss

Gross Gene - Believe Me

Moonbyul (ft. Seulgi) - Selfish

Moonbyul - In my room

Victon - Time of Sorrow

Jinjin (Astro) - Like a King (ft. Superbee, MyunDo)

Khan - I’m Your Girl?

Bang Yongguk - Drunkenness

Shinee - Good Evening

AOA - Bingle Bangle

NTB - Dramatic

Boyfriend - Sunshower

The Rose - I.L.Y

TST - Love Story

Eyedi - A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Junoflo - Real Ones

Adoy - Young

Han Yo Han - Helicopter (ft. Kid Milli, No:el)

The Night of Seokyo - Falling in Moonlight (ft. Dawon)

Bol4 - Travel

Bol4 - Starlight

Bol4 - Wind

TheEastLight - Love Flutters

24K - Bonnie N Clyde

Risabae - E.N.C (ft. Kisum)

ii - I’m Already You

C.A.P - For

Sung Si Kyung - Eternally

Pristin V - Get It

Marmello - Moonlight

Crucial Star - Night Alone

Jane Jang - Seoul Noir

Samuel - Teenager (ft. Lee Rohan)

Thama - Like That (ft. Giriboy)

Elo - Osaka (ft. Zico)

Hyukoh - SkyWorld

Hyukoh - Love Ya!

South Club - Outcast

Pudditorium - Paradise

Stagger - DnA

Stagger - 4 Your Eyez Only

June:

Girlkind - S.O.R.R.Y

Shinee - I Want You

Shinee - Our Page

A.C.E - Take Me Higher

Yu Seungwoo - Slowly

Dpr Live - Playlist

Blackpink - Ddu-du Ddu-du

Rothy - Sullae

Kobel - Don’t Hit My Line

Longguo - Clover (ft. Yoonmirae)

Koh Na Young - Humming

Jay Park - Soju (ft. 2 Chainz)

Like A Movie - Twilight

Yubin - Lady

1sagain, Nuun - Fade Away

Minseo - Is Who

Red House - Endless Night

Taeyeon - Something New

Kim Dong Han - Sunset

Bloo - So Rude

Busters - Grapes

Katie - Remember

Melodyday - Restless

Day6 - Shoot Me

It’s - Sleep

Momoland - Baam

Tenny - 159cm

UNB - Black Heart

d.ear - Rain is Fallin’

Onf - Complete

BTOB - Only One For Me

Kang Gogh - Stay

Arkay - Because Of You (ft. Le.Ju’ce)

[HNB] Woo Jin Young, Kim Hyun Soo - Falling in Love

Park Kyung - Instant (ft. Sumin)

Nano - Maladgjustment (ft. Yezi)

NeonPunch - Moonlight

Lee Jin Ah - Run (ft. Gray)

July:

Apink - I’m So Sick

Gyeong Ree - Blue Moon

Yoonmirae - You & Me (ft. Junoflo)

Jay Park - FSU (ft. GAshi, Rich The Kid)

Holland - I’m Not Afraid

Holland - I’m So Afraid

Jessi - Down

Twice - Dance The Night Away

Oohyo - Papercut

Golden Child - Let Me

Hickee - Fragrance

Epik High x End of the World (Sekai No Owari) - Sleeping Beauty

MyTeen - She Bad

Aivan - Tell The World

Sugarbowl - Getting Better

Target - Is It True

gugudan Semina - Semina

Seenroot - Paradise

MeloMance - Tale

Jeonghan - Think About It

LambC - Beauty

Crush - Cereal (ft. Zico)

Jaejooboys - First Trip

No:el - Parrot (ft. Giriboy, Han Yo Han)

The Boyz - KeePer

Moti - Blue

Suran - A Pleasant Meal

Louie, Geeks - Penalty

Park BoRam - How About U

Jvcki Wai, Kid Milli, No:el, Young B, Swings - Work Out

Jvcki Wai - Enchanted Propaganda

John OFA Rhee - Brightest Star (ft. Kim Minseok)

Geupsik-Dan - Geupsik

Prep - Cold Fire (ft. Dean)

Mamamoo - Egotistic

Seventeen - Oh My!

Han Yeoyoo - Bang Bang Bang

Lee Seung Hwan - For Your Ears Only (ft. Stella Jang)

Ashley - Here We Are

Uniqnote - Like Gentle Rain (ft. Crucial Star, Park Jeonkoo)

Myteen - Martian

TaPi - Croquette

Triple H - Retro Future

Chung Ha - Love U

Varsity - Flower

Saturday - Mmook Jji Bba

Bassagong - HBD

GFriend - Sunny Summer

Hyolyn - See Sea

Mudskipper - Universe

Seungri - 1,2,3!

Seungri - Where R U From (ft. Mino)

Aoora - Harder (ft. $mili, B.E, Eili)

Woodz - Different

Rocoberry - Telephone (ft. Punch)

Minseo - Zero

Super Junior ~ D&E - Sunrise {Japanese}

Standing Egg - Oh, Wait

Jeong Sewoon - 20 Something

Choiza, Microdot - Hit!!!

FtIsland - Pretty Girl {Japanese}

FtIsland - Summer Night’s Dream

Astro - Always You

MaseWonder - Love Me (ft. Choilb)

In2it - Sorry For My English

Kard - Ride on the Wind

Laboum - Between Us

yeesang - Game

John Park - Understand

Boi B - Neymar (ft. Ted Park)

Ben x Kim Won Joon - The First Night

Band 88 - Windmill

Carla - Hate U

RPR - Dang Diggi Bang (ft. Beenie Man)

Leo - Touch & Sketch

Zico - Soulmate (ft. IU)

SixBomb - Hiccup Hiccup

SF9 - Now or Never

Joo Jin-Woo - Ever

Park Ki Young - Mercy

A-Yeon - You & I

Kevin Oh - Lover

Miryo - Yellow

Kisum - 100%

Hanscur - Toomuch (ft. Charles Shin)

Jo Gon - Old Notes

Heygirls - Nog-Yeojwo

August:

South Club - Grown Up

Ikon - Killing Me

Btob-Blue - When It Rains

Voisper - I Believe

Yerin Baek - La La La Love Song

Yeoone - Pat Pat

Glabingo - On My Body

Cho Kyu-chan - Deja Vu

gracie - 25/7

Villain - Manitto

Nature - Allegro Cantabile

Stray Kids - My Pace

Red Velvet - Power Up

Loona - favOriTe

D-Crunch - Palace

Giriboy, Kid Milli, No:el, Swings - Flex

Apollo, No.11, Ekko, SungJoo - Honey

WooIn - That Night

Hollen - Shimmer

DailyNote - Where Are U

12Dal - A Second

Honk - Perphaps

Aivan - Curious

Somdef - One Plus One (ft. Loco, Bravo)

E Mel - Tomorrow

Cherry On Top - Hi Five

Yoo Hyung Kyun - Diamonds In Your Eyes

Sundae - How?

Imfact - NaNaNa

Super Junior-D&E - ‘Bout You

Hyolyn - Bae

Mc Sniper - Skyfall

BerryGood - Green Apple

(G)I-DLE - Hann

Penomeco - Coco Bottle

Coco - Sugar Cake (ft. Microdot)

Jannabi - Good Boy Twist

Hoons - Sweet & Salty, Sweet & Salty

Bigflo - Upside Down

We Higher - Like You Better (ft. Douner)

Yang Hee Eun, Sung Si Kyung - You

GrimGrim - Rooftop Bird

Loona - Hi High

Red Velvet - Power Up

Gaeko - Vacation (ft. Sole)

10cm - Mattress

BTS - Idol

Sha Sha - What The Heck

Norazo - Cider

Shinhwa - Kiss Me Like That

Leebada - Night Dream

Rothy - Burning

Stray Kids- My Pace

Stray Kids - Awkward Silence

NCT Dream - We Go Up

Jin Longguo - Friday n Night

Part Time Cooks - California Butterfly (ft. Jay Park)

Baekhyun X Loco [STATION X 0] - Young

June - Sérénade

Drug Restaurant - 403

Jooheon - Red Carpet

DyoN - #Life_Is_Pain

Ovan - Twenty (ft. Shaun)

EZ Kim - Straw

Young B - Polo

the Night of Seokyo - City Girl City Boy (ft. Dawon)

September:

Jeong Jinwoon - All I Need Is You

Nana Mellie - Falling

KwonMilk - Guitar Man

100% - Heart

Nam Woo Hyun - If Only You Are Fine

Nam Taehyun - Star

Blanc7 - Drama

Sumni - Siren

Jimin Park - April Fools

James - Up [not a korean mv but a lot of us know james]

WINee - May

The Boyz - Right Here

GWSN - Puzzle Moon

SoRi - Touch (ft. Basick)

Great Guys - Illusion

Elaine - Wake Me Up

Bravo - Sunny Day

Yook Sungjae - Confession

Thama - Nuuh

Jjangyou - Koki7

Blue Lamb - Universe

Chanyeol x Sehun [STATION x 0] - We Young

Got7 Jackson - Made It

Got7 BamBam - Party

Got7 Jinyoung - My Youth

Got7 Yugyeom - Fine

Got7 Youngjae - Nobody Knows

Got7 JB - Sunrise

Got7 Mark - OMW

Got7 - Lullaby

Haon - Noah (ft. Hoody)

12Dal - Day Off

Day6 - Beautiful Feeling

Pentagon - Naughty Boy

Oh My Girl - Remember Me

Jay Park - V

SHINee - Countless

seizetheday - Ocean View (ft. Sleepy)

ms. isohp romatem - Trauma

ms. isohp romatem Distance From You And The Stars

Hyomin - Mango

Giriboy - Used (ft. Kid Milli)

Hoya - Baby U (ft. Hanhae)

EB - Wanna Know

JooYoung - N/A

Gavy NJ - I’m Fine

S.I.S - Say Yes

Orange Fang Fang Boys - Ready To

Roy Kim - The Hardest Part

Uni.T - I Mean

Uni.T - Begin With The End

Lucente - Your Difference

DinDin - Insomnia (ft. Lee Hongki)

Mommy Son - Shonen Jump (ft. Bae Gisung)

PLT - Igoholic

Vinxen - Yoo Jae Suk

Modsdive - Buran

Lof.T - 밤이 피네

Dreamcatcher - What

WJSN - Save Me, Save You

Day6 - Breaking Down {Japanese}

Gwon Youngchan - Weak

GFriend - Memoria {Japanese}

Spectrum - Dear my

Girls’ Generation-Oh!GG - Lil’ Touch

Heo Seongjeong - Sound

VeriVery - Super Special

Onewe, Oneus - Last Song

Giriboy - acrnm (ft. Goretexx)

Boy Story - Enough

Amber - White Noise

Eyedi - Red

Vanmal - Unification Road March

Bambi - Violin (ft. Dunkin Downer)

Park Sanhee - Over The Blue

Soran - Zamianwa (Can’t Close My Eyes)

JooYoung - Inn

The Black Underground - Slow Life

Krr - The Night Time

Shirts Boy Frank - Foam

Jay Park - Sexy 4 Eva

Seulgi x SinB x Chung Ha x Soyeon [STATIONx0] - Wow Thing

Tiffany Young - Teach You

Woodie Gochild, Haon, Sik-K, pH-1 - Kitkat

SOMDEF - Slip N Slide (ft. Crush)

Sik-K - XiBal

October:

Lee Hongki - I Am (ft. Cheetah)

Lee Hongki - Cookies (ft. Jung Ilhoon)

Park Won - Rudderless

Ikon - Goodbye Road

Nu’est W - I Don’t Care (ft. Spoonz)

S.O.U.L - Get Myself With You

Noir - Airplane Mode

Hangzoo - Drive Thru (ft. Gaeko)

Lay - Give My A Chance

Cheeze - Everything to

Yoo Hwe Seung (N.Flying) - Expectation

Soyou - All Night (ft. Sik-K)

Seven O’clock - Searchlight

Seven O’clock - Nothing Better

Epitone Project - First Love

Super Junior x REIK - One More Time (Otra Vez)

Ashmute - Summer’s Gone

UV - Who Am I (ft. Yoo Hee Yeol, Jung Jae Hyung)

Loco - It Takes Time (ft. Colde)

fromis_9 - Love Bomb

NCT 127 - Regular

San E - Wannabe Rapper

IU - BBIBBI

Wheesung (Realslow) - Breaking Down

Haebi - Wolfboy

Yoonhan - Saryuni Forest

Weki Meki - Crush

VAV - Senorita

NakJoon (Bernard Park) - Still (ft. Luna)

NC.A - I’m Fine

Park Bo Gum - Let’s go see the stars

John Legend x Wendy [STATIONx0] - Written In The Stars

The Black Underground - Love Is Love, Life Is Life

Eddy Kim - Trace

Yu Seungwoo - Always

Deepshower - Summer (ft. Jeebanoff, George)

Yang Da Il - sorry

April - Oh! my mistake

Zion.T - Hello Tutorial (ft. Seulgi)

Crush - none

Kim Dong Han - Good Night Kiss

Jeong Eun Ji - Being There

The Rose - She’s In the Rain

Sohee - Hurry Up (ft. Bol4)

Stray Kids - I am YOU

Monsta X - Shoot Out

Charari Danchu - 노잼시기

Hoody - Sunshine (ft. Crush)

Sam Kim - Make Up (ft. Crush)

Sik-K - Fire

Hailey - Truly

the Night of Seokyo - Hug You (ft. Dawon)

RM - Forever Rain

RM - Seoul

son&johwa - Mokhwa

Lee Moon Sae - Between us

BOiTELLO - Stay

UV - Sorry

Golden Child - Genie

BoA - Woman

ATEEZ - Pirate KIng

ATEEZ - Treasure

Horim - Street

Lee Kichan - 지구인

gwon.u - Home Sweet Home

LYn - Run to you

Kiha & The Faces - Cho Shim

N.Flying - Like A FLower

Jin Ju - Petal

Flowsik - Bbung

Eian - Me in the A.M

Ha Hyun Woo - Home

Horan - Wanted

Marychou 2018 - Beacuse of Weather

IZ*ONE - La Vie en Rose

Paul Kim - Me After You

Black6ix - Swamp of Despair

Richard Parkers - Stay with me

Eric Nam - Miss You

JBJ95 - Home

Monday Kiz - The World That is of You

Samui - Today Of All Days

Peterpan Complex - Ghosting

November:

TST -

Fromm - Hold Me Like It’s Forever (ft. car, the garden)

B.A.P (Jongup) - Annoying (ft. Zelo)

South Club - I’m Crazy

Twice - Yes or Yes

Bloo - I’m the one

Hwang Chiyeul - Learn to Love

[i’ll do this month soon]

December:

Hong Jinyoung - Seoul (ft. Bray)

H M Moon - The Poet’s Winter

Got7 - Miracle

Sam Kim - When You Fall (ft. Chai)

Kream - You can take my youth away, but you can never take my dream away

Holmes Crew - Holmes Delivery

O.O.O - Seesaw

Avatar Darko - C U When I C U (ft Jay Park)

Ezen - Fly Away

Jung Key - Star With ME (ft. Yoo Sungjae)

Jung Key - Honest (ft. Minseo)

Onew - Blue

Soran - Happy

Up10tion - Blue Rose

Laboom - Turn It On

Minyong - I can’t do that thing

Junoflo - Autopilot (ft. BoA)

Starship Planet - Christmas Time

Bay P - Snow In Your Eyes

Coogie - Justin Bieber (ft. Jay Park)

Well - Settle (ft. Realslow)

Rira - Love Spoon

B1A4, Oh My Girl, Onf - Timing

Day6 - days gone by

anna - Let It Snow

Changsub - Gone

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