LIKE A PHANTOM.

➷ to romanticize the little things .

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﹒ﾟ➴ everything’s on hold for now ! i haven’t really felt .. connected to writing, but i hope to be back with either new parts to things or new works venturing more into things outside romance ! 💗

.﹒ﾟ→ [ golden child ] ✩ [ nct ] ✩ [ misc. idols ] .ﾟ

ﾟ.﹒💌 please let me know if any links don’t work ! ♡

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[ WHISPERS ]

in which a temporary stay at a foreign base with ten other people becomes more and more unsettlingly terrifying as weeks go by — especially with the sudden, and sporadic, disappearances.

gn!reader & non-idols!golcha . (govern. agents? kind of?)

PART WARNINGS: disappearances, auditory hallucinations, mentions of panic, grief, etc., angst, open ending … (word count; 500+)

NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.

this idea came about when i listened to a podcast that talked about the strange happenings in alaska, so … yeah ! very sorry <3 hope you still enjoy this half of it tho !

You knew that there wasn’t an actual person at T11A7 with you — not anymore.

You knew that all ten of your teammates had strangely disappeared one-by-one, starting with the lead mobile-navigator — and your leader’s right-hand man and best friend — Choi Sungyoon, only a month after arrival; a disappearance that quickly affected the stability of everyone’s stay within T11A7 a lot shakier, and creating a second mission within the first one.

With your oldest teammate and leader, Lee Daeyeol, obviously struggling with both the loss of his best friend and second-hand, but also trying to keep up with the daily logs of how the main mission was going while also still trying to quietly search for the missing, doe-eyed man —

— it was only a matter of time before he, too, disappeared without a trace only two weeks after. Which silently left your third-oldest teammate, Lee Jangjun, in charge of the mission logs and the team; something that slowly took pieces of him.

Though he — whether you think it as fortunate or not — was not the next to disappear shortly after Daeyeol. It was one of the youngest teammates and technicians, Kim Donghyun, who’d been so quiet, but still so curious. The morning you’d woken up to Jangjun’s pure panic and grief had been the hardest — Jangjun had always been so protective of the younger man; having watched Donghyun the longest out of all the younger men grow throughout the training program, he’d always been so much more fond of him. (All three of the oldest in your team had, actually.)

But, with all the grief and panic, came the realization that there was a subtle whisper in, and around, the base; that when it used to be — when it was supposed to be — quiet, it wasn’t. That you never really felt alone anymore. And you had said this much to Jangjun — only to be given a look of indifference and it's just the wind, Y/N.

Which, as it would anyone, only made you frustrated.

You understood that he was grieving — that all of them were; they’d all grown up with each other, they’d become more of a family than just co-workers, and missing people from your family hurt.

You also understood that you were an outsider to them, having only been added to the team last minute — that you weren’t even supposed to be there with them; you’d only been added when Hong Joochan, one of the main mobile-navigators, had injured his leg during the last practice test before they were sent off, and needed to be substituted for, at the least, three months — that being your temporary stay. They were never out-right hostile about you being there — you could just tell that they were uncomfortable having someone looking in on them during their most vulnerable times.

But there was just something so wrong with the area that they — that you — had been sent to. And the disappearances only further added to it; with three men — three healthy men (not counting the last two being stressed and grieving for the first) — just disappearing without a single clue as to where or how, only made it worse. Sure, the mission was to figure out the state of the area and if it was safe to live, but it was beginning to feel like the team was sent to be sacrificed.

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[ WHISPERS ]

in which a temporary stay at a foreign base with ten other people becomes more and more unsettlingly terrifying as weeks go by — especially with the sudden, and sporadic, disappearances.

gn!reader & non-idols!golcha . (govern. agents? kind of?)

PART WARNINGS: disappearances, auditory hallucinations, mentions of panic, grief, etc., angst, open ending … (word count; 500+)

NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.

this idea came about when i listened to a podcast that talked about the strange happenings in alaska, so … yeah ! very sorry <3 hope you still enjoy this half of it tho !

You knew that there wasn’t an actual person at T11A7 with you — not anymore.

You knew that all ten of your teammates had strangely disappeared one-by-one, starting with the lead mobile-navigator — and your leader’s right-hand man and best friend — Choi Sungyoon, only a month after arrival; a disappearance that quickly affected the stability of everyone’s stay within T11A7 a lot shakier, and creating a second mission within the first one.

With your oldest teammate and leader, Lee Daeyeol, obviously struggling with both the loss of his best friend and second-hand, but also trying to keep up with the daily logs of how the main mission was going while also still trying to quietly search for the missing, doe-eyed man —

— it was only a matter of time before he, too, disappeared without a trace only two weeks after. Which silently left your third-oldest teammate, Lee Jangjun, in charge of the mission logs and the team; something that slowly took pieces of him.

Though he — whether you think it as fortunate or not — was not the next to disappear shortly after Daeyeol. It was one of the youngest teammates and technicians, Kim Donghyun, who’d been so quiet, but still so curious. The morning you’d woken up to Jangjun’s pure panic and grief had been the hardest — Jangjun had always been so protective of the younger man; having watched Donghyun the longest out of all the younger men grow throughout the training program, he’d always been so much more fond of him. (All three of the oldest in your team had, actually.)

But, with all the grief and panic, came the realization that there was a subtle whisper in, and around, the base; that when it used to be — when it was supposed to be — quiet, it wasn’t. That you never really felt alone anymore. And you had said this much to Jangjun — only to be given a look of indifference and it's just the wind, Y/N.

Which, as it would anyone, only made you frustrated.

You understood that he was grieving — that all of them were; they’d all grown up with each other, they’d become more of a family than just co-workers, and missing people from your family hurt.

You also understood that you were an outsider to them, having only been added to the team last minute — that you weren’t even supposed to be there with them; you’d only been added when Hong Joochan, one of the main mobile-navigators, had injured his leg during the last practice test before they were sent off, and needed to be substituted for, at the least, three months — that being your temporary stay. They were never out-right hostile about you being there — you could just tell that they were uncomfortable having someone looking in on them during their most vulnerable times.

But there was just something so wrong with the area that they — that you — had been sent to. And the disappearances only further added to it; with three men — three healthy men (not counting the last two being stressed and grieving for the first) — just disappearing without a single clue as to where or how, only made it worse. Sure, the mission was to figure out the state of the area and if it was safe to live, but it was beginning to feel like the team was sent to be sacrificed.

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[ a beautiful dream ]

gn!reader x chosen ones!jangjun/golcha . (unrequited tho.. yikes)

magic au (insinuated) ! (word count: 100+)

WARNINGS: angst, open ending, beginnings of heartache.

this is past 2am rambles…. hope you enjoy <3

It was strange to see how his heart belonged to another — to realize that he’d fallen for another months ago, and you’d just been too in denial, too enamored with the fairytale-like glow he often had. That all the things you thought were something, were nothing more than him being kind — nothing more than him being your friend.

How silly, you thought, your heart aching a bit, how silly of me to fantasize of such a fate beside a Chosen One - especially the one with such a warm gaze and stubborn heart.

After you sneak in to watch their practice, you begin to notice them; the adoring gaze, the softening tone, the gentle teasing, the worry during their small, five minute breaks — every little thing that gave away Jangjun’s heart belonging to his teammate.

Every little thing that you should’ve noticed months ago - the things that made you realize that his heart ever being yours was nothing more than just a beautiful dream.

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omg your writing is just so good 🥺💗 i loved

awww — thank you so much, darling 🥺💕 i’m so glad you’ve enjoyed it !! <333

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[ HAUNTED. ZERO ]

in which you, one of the few healers left, are summoned to help figure out what has turned a bright, warm aristocrat into nothing but a haunted, reclusive shell of who he used to be.

gn!reader X aristocrat!sungyoon .

PART WARNINGS: just ominous things <3 nothing triggering ! (word count: 600+)

NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; please do not take it as such.

( apologies for this being late !! hope you enjoy 💕✨ )

Sungyoon hadn’t moved from his spot in the windowsill in a long time; he had yet to even speak since he’d gotten up hours ago, and he couldn’t quite find it within himself to do so now — despite the worried looks Jangjun, who’d left with Youngtaek earlier for reasons unknown, and Daeyeol had given him as he continued staring out into the garden maze. His silence wasn’t necessarily an unusual thing — it hadn’t been for months — but he would, at least, usually greet the few people he saw first thing in the morning. It was a habit he’d had for so many years that he wouldn’t ever be able to quit — one incident couldn’t knock that out of him.

From where he was, Sungyoon was able to watch as the two remaining gardeners — Jibeom and Jaehyun — slowly made their way through the maze; Jibeom brightly talking, his hands carrying buckets full of freshly-pulled grass, and Jaehyun nodding to whatever the other was saying with a smile, pulling a small wagon full of mulch and miscellaneous flowers.

“Bomin’s been gently fussing for the garden to be brighter to look at.”

Sungyoon lightly jumps in surprise, before looking toward where the voice came from; finding Daeyeol sitting at a table a few feet away, looking up at him from where he’d been fixing a torn shirt. Noticing the surprise and confusion on his face, Daeyeol adds, “He kept saying that the dark roses your mother picked were too dreary to see every day. He wanted to add more color to the garden now that he has the power to — and he thought it’d be better for everyone since…whatever happened to you two out there’s created some unwanted talk.”

“This would,” Sungyoon’s voice cracks, making him clear his throat as he tries to relax before hesitantly restarting, “This would be the first time the flowers have been changed since he was born, right?”

Daeyeol lightly hums as he thinks, lifting an eyebrow at the obvious swerve into a lighter topic, before returning his gaze back to his sewing as he replies, “I believe so. Either that, or your twenty-first birthday.”

Ignoring the slight hiss Daeyeol lets out after pricking his finger after he finishes speaking, Sungyoon hums, “Bomin’s twenty-first is coming up, isn’t it? In a couple weeks?”

“It is, yeah.”

“Do you know if he’s wanting to have a traditional celebra—”

“He’s decided to have a household-only party, if what Donghyun’s told me is true.” Daeyeol gently cuts him off, as if he were already expecting the question before Sungyoon had even thought of it. “Who’s left of the household, anyway…”

“Ah, yeah…how many more left this week?”

“Ten,” Daeyeol lifts the shirt he’d been sewing up to check it, “which means that it’s just us, Bomin, Jangjun, and the five that Jangun’s collected under his wing left here.”

“‘That Jangjun’s collected under his wing’ as if you haven’t taken to parenting them as well.” Sungyoon teases him, “Distancing yourself from the fact you co-parent with Jangjun won’t happen with me, ‘Yeol.”

Daeyeol pauses in his movements, opening his mouth with a look of offense, but a set of light knocks on the door interrupts; Seungmin’s cherry hair poking through a moment later as he peeks into the room, quietly shuffling toward Daeyeol once catching his eye.

As Seungmin bends down to lightly whisper to Daeyeol, Sungyoon watches for a second with a slightly puckered frown, curiosity beginning to eat at him from the blatant show of secrecy, before he turns back toward the window; Jaehyun and Jibeom now beginning to tear into the fresh bags of mulch, their large grins showing that their conversation was still as vibrant as it was before Daeyeol spoke, and Sungyoon’s body fully relaxes when noticing their relaxed state as they work — willfully ignoring the hushed conversation of guests, a healer and their willful friend, having arrived along with Jangjun and Youngtaek only a few minutes prior going on behind him.

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[ THERE’S NOTHING MORE ROMANTIC THAN DYING ]

gn!reader X non-idol!golcha/jibeom(romance is insinuated)

zombie apocalypse au ! (word count: 800+)

WARNINGS; bruising mentions, zombies, death, gun insinuation, open-ish ending. (& 1 cuss word)

this all just … tumbled out throughout this past week so .. only slightly edited + can only hope it makes any sense PFPFPF — hope you enjoy ! please like/rb if you do :)

With his hand in yours, Jibeom watches the zombies bang on the doors as you settle back down onto the small couch; the feeling of fear having faded into one of acceptance in your heart, but your hands still tremble ever-so-slightly as you accidentally make eye-contact with one of the bearers of your end after pulling a blanket over your thighs.

The bite on your leg itches; as if to remind you that you were going to die whether your group’s safe-base was attacked or not, that the hoard was — if anything — speeding up the time you had left as you. Your goodbyes to the rest of the people you’d spent months with happened only — what feels like — a few minutes ago; Joochan’s ‘no goodbyes, only see you laters!’ still ringing in your ears, which reminds you that you should probably —

“You need to go.” You let go of Jibeom’s hand, looking toward him and away from the hallow eyes. “They’re waiting on you, dummy.”

You’re met with silence — or as much silence you can get with the banging and snarls — and you realize that Jibeom hadn’t even been looking at the crowd of monsters, but at the bruising bite on your calf. Fighting back a groan as you move it away from his sight to gain his attention, you say, “Jibeom.”

He finally hums, before looking over at you; his eyes shiny while his mouth was twisted into a frown. “I’m still not sure this is the best—”

“Don’t do this.” You sigh, looking away and bringing the blanket around your shoulders closer as if to shield yourself from Jibeom’s continuous protests. When he opens his mouth to continue his speech, you add, “It hurts to move anything below the waist at this point — this is the best.”

“And you need to go — your window of opportunity is closing.” His face scrunches up more after you add this, as if to try his best to oppose your decision in any way he can.

“I just hate the thought that your last moments are of us leaving you to them.” He finally states, all of his face flattening out aside from his mouth, which was still stuck in a deep frown. Your heart twists as you realize that that was what was bothering him — that you wouldn’t be able to comfortably pass away. You look at Jibeom for a moment, trying to ignore the feeling of hey, you’re dying! sinking into your bones.

“My last moments will be knowing that you guys are safe.” You point out, “Not of you guys ‘leaving me to them’. I’d like to think that you’d know I wouldn’t think of you like that.”

A sharp sound of glass breaking echos just as you were about to teasingly click your tongue, bringing your and Jibeom’s attention back toward the groaning monsters’ banging on the windows and doors. “Shit, okay —”

Your hands begin to lightly shake again, the fear of Jibeom not making it out in time growing larger at the sight of the large crack appearing on one of the windows; a clear sign that it wouldn’t be long before the entire window would give in to the weight of who-knows-how-many zombies. With a growing knot in your throat, you wince as you reach over to pull Jibeom’s bag over; a sharp pain spiking up your spine at the sudden movement.

“You need to go, love.” You state, swatting at his worried hands he had stretched out the second you moved to grab his bag. “Before we both end up food for them, and Jaehyun tries something stupid to get you.”

Although slightly slow — as if to still silently argue with you — in his movements, Jibeom finally stands up; pulling his bag over his shoulders, and shuffling toward the back entrance everyone else had earlier.

“But hey,” you start, making him pause halfway to turn to look at you one last time, “I’ll find you, alright? Maybe not as human - or one of those things - but maybe as something smaller. So stay safe, you hear me?” You give him a small, but stern, glare with a teasing smile, sitting back against the couch arm.

Jibeom hums, continuing his way toward the exit while shaking his head, “I’ll try - until next time, right?” And with a tight grin and two-fingered salute, he leaves; the sound of his footsteps just barely audible over the banging and groans of your soon-to-be-guests, and you wait ten more minutes after he disappears before moving again, grabbing an object off the floor with a shaky sigh.

There’s nothing more romantic than dying, you think one last time just before pulling the trigger; the sound echoing with a loud bang! just as the doors break under the monsters. The commotion causing Jibeom — and your group — to look over and watch as the monsters stampede the building that had once held a warmer life.

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[ HAUNTED . MASTERLIST ]

in which you, one of the few healers left, are summoned to help figure out what has turned a bright, warm aristocrat into nothing but a haunted, reclusive shell of who he used to be — all in the midst of wild rumors spreading about the elusive man’s family and estate.

gn!reader X aristocrat!sungyoon .

OVERALL WARNINGS; talks of insomnia, nightmares, insinuations of murder, mentions of blood, open ending, and light cussing . (RATED M.)

NOTE; any depictions of the real people in this are not a direct reflection of them in real life; do not take any of them as such.

⌗ [ ZERO ] ⌗ [ ONE ] ⌗ [ TWO ] ⌗

UPDATES COMING SOON !

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MASTERLIST OF MISC. IDOLS ;

ANY POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT WILL BE MARKED WITH A ‘★’

( ⋆﹒➝ SKZ LIST . )

( ⋆﹒➝ kth/v , 11:12pm )

( ⋆﹒➝ pjh/jae/eaj , 11:30pm )

( ⋆﹒➝ cyj/yeonjun , 12:33pm )

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NEO CULTURE TECH. MASTERLIST ;

ANY POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT WILL BE MARKED WITH A ‘★’

[ taeyong , 1:31am ] [ yuta , 11:51am ]

[ mark , 11:24pm . 1:28am . 2:23am ] [ jaemin , 12:31am ] [ shotaro , 5:45pm ]

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GOLDEN CHILD MASTERLIST ;

ANY POTENTIALLY TRIGGERING CONTENT WILL BE MARKED WITH A ‘★’ !

[ jangjun , 1:14pm ]

[ ★ jibeom , there’s nothing more romantic than dying ] [ jangjun , a beautiful dream ]

CHAPTERED-WORKS : [ ★ ot10/sungyoon , haunted. ]

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[ 5:45 PM ]

it was endearing; dancer!shotaro’s little bounces in place as he warms up for his and his friends’ performance for your all’s school show. he was one of the quieter members of the dance group that had managed to have almost everyone whipped for them within the first week of their appearances around campus, and he was also one of your most sweetest classmates that you couldn’t help but crush on a little ( and grow a small bias toward because of how much he actually helped when you two had a class project together. )

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STRAY KIDS MASTERLIST !

⋆﹒➝ TRIGGERING THEMES ARE MARKED WITH ‘★’

( chan , 8:50PM . ★ 12:33AM . 1:59PM ) ( minho , 12:32AM )

( changbin , 11:10PM ) ( hyunjin , 1:06AM . 5:40PM )

( jisung , 9:41PM . 12:40AM ) ( felix , 11:20PM . 12:12AM . 12:59AM ) ( seungmin , 10:32AM ) ( jeongin , 2:24AM )

ANY NEW WORKS FOR THEM ARE CURRENTLY ON HOLD.

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[ 1:59 PM ]

as much as you couldn’t stand being outside when it’s cold, nothing could really beat hearing the booming laughter of best friend!chan as he watches you slip and fall over when trying to smash a snowball on him — the sound temporarily distracting you from the fact that you will being putting snow down his shirt once you’re able to get up, because he truly deserves it for using jeongin’s puppy-eyed look on you to come out in the snow. ( truly a dirty trick as he just knows how cold you are naturally — that, and he could’ve just asked you anyways as you can’t ever really say no to him. )

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[ 1:28 AM ]

even after months of dating him, boyfriend!mark’s hugs still felt like home. whether they be the quick, ‘see you later!’ ones as he rushes out the door . . . or the long, warm back-hugs with him tucked into your neck as you cook . . . or — and these are by far your favorites — the sleepy ones with small hand kisses as you tumble into light, silly conversations before falling asleep.

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[ 2:42 PM ]

with each key he lightly pressed on, the gentle sound of a piano echoed throughout the room as you watched best friend!joochan perform on stage; any sign of the nervous boy that was backstage completely gone as he flawlessly goes from note-to-note ( something you expected from all the hours he worked himself harder than what he should’ve. )

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[ 12:33 AM ]

you didn’t know how boyfriend!chan knew how each day’s touch-sensitivity was — especially the ‘my skin feels too fuzzy underneath to be touched by anyone without warning’ type of days; just that he did without having to be told.

you also didn’t know how he could tell when you were particularly freaked by something stuck on your mind — just that he knew how to gently distract you from it until you felt comfortable enough to talk about it; a type of treatment didn’t know you needed until you found him.

and you — just as he loved on you in little ways like that — gave back to him by gently taking him away from his studio when he begins to show signs of over-working himself, or just simply holding him while talking about random things for however-long when you saw that he needed to be pulled from his thoughts.

( you suppose that — just as you had picked up on chan’s little signs — he had picked up on yours over time of learning one-another throughout your relationship. )