It’s finally happening. This blog is coming to an end.
I’ve decided that I’m going to close down this blog after a long time of thinking. My reasons? I’m not active pretty much at all now, I don’t have time or inspiration to write, and I mostly write about a couple members.
I’ve had this blog for about a year and a half now, and it’s been fun (I don’t know how people run blogs for so long). I made this blog to move away from AFF (the birth place of my writing), hoping to move to a bigger audience. Fortunately, I was able to garner a following and compliments on my writings and imagines. I won’t be deleting this blog though.
I just want to thank everyone followed me, reblogged, or liked my posts!
If you want to follow my other blog @woozidimples , go ahead! I post mostly woozi or shit and personal posts. I’ll probably post some writings there if I ever get around to writing some!
Over the last months (too many to count) I’ve barely uploaded any writings or imagines. Lately, I’ve been thinking about this blog and how I don’t really post anymore on it. I sometimes have thoughts of quitting this blog and only posting on my personal since I don’t have time to write anything anymore. I don’t have any good ideas anymore and it stresses me out sometimes because I love writing (even though I’m bad at it) and I don’t have content to post. I also didn’t want to post things like “imagine X cuddling you at night” or simple, general things. Plus, I write so much of Woozi that I disregard the other members and I feel bad, but Woozi is my bias so I generally imagine scenarios with him more. Before I used to love writing and coming up with cute scenarios even if it felt like a chore, but now I feel guilty when I open up tumblr and get notifications for this blog. I feel like the writing phase is over for me.
I don’t know what I plan to do with this blog, whether it be to try to continue it but with like 3 updates every 4 months or just completely quit.
Summary: A long night at the studio with a tired Jihoon who doesn’t want to leave
Word count: 1297
“Do you think we should change this part? I feel like it’s lacking a bit…”
Seungcheol shook his head. “I think it’s fine.”
Jihoon adjusted himself in his seat and drummed his fingers against the table, considering Seungcheol’s opinion versus his own.
“But hyung, look, if we added this part instead, and shorten the lyrics…” Jihoon pointed out. He tapped the end of his pencil on the part he wanted to change.
Seungcheol sighed. He rubbed the back of head and ruffled the strands of hair sticking out in odd places. He thought for a moment before giving in and letting Jihoon try his change. “I think it’s fine, but if you want to try something else, go ahead.”
Jihoon began scratching out some lines and adding new lyrics in their place. Seungcheol watched him transition from his pencil to his computer mouse, highlighting the unsatisfactory part. He turned around in his chair.
“Y/N, aren’t you tired?” he asked, watching your energy dim on the sofa.
You shook your head and shot him a small smile, trying to assure him that you weren’t tired even though you were. You look over at Jihoon who was engrossed in fixing the song. You had been in the studio with the two for several hours, just listening to them bicker about the lyrics and sound of the song.
Seungcheol stood up and stretched his arms upward as he yawned, causing you to yawn too. You tried to stifle your yawn but you were too tired to resist. He looked at the time and heaved out a sigh. It was nearly midnight. He dragged his feet over the couch and dropped down on your left. He leaned his head against the wall behind him and closed his eyes. Seungcheol’s fatigue seeped into you, making your tiredness worse. You too, closed your eyes and rested your head against the wall. You slowly lose consciousness. Your head began leaning forward while your body began leaning to the right. Seungcheol eyes opened in time to notice and catch you. You wrapped your arms around Seungcheol and leaned against him. He pursed his lips.
“Jihoon,” he called. “She’s doing it again.” Jihoon turned around and saw you cuddling Seungcheol. He sighed and shook his head, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned. You always cuddled the closest person to you when you got extremely tried. Jihoon found it cute, even though you were hugging another member. Seungcheol motioned for Jihoon to come over.
“Take my place. You need to take a break anyway.” Seungcheol said as he tried to pry your arms off him. He held onto you until Jihoon had fully taken over his spot so you wouldn’t collapse on the floor. Your arms found their way around Jihoon’s body and your head found its place on his chest.
“I’m gonna head out, okay?” Seungcheol said, smirking. “Make sure you get some rest.”
Jihoon sighed and looked down at you.
“Why does she have to cling on to whoever is the closest to her…?” he thought. “I guess I should get some rest.”
He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall. Without realizing it, Jihoon drifted off into sleep.
Your eyelids were heavy as you opened them. It was dark in the studio. You squint your eyes as you tried to look at the clock that hung over the computer across the room. It was almost 2 am. Jihoon was passed out, his lips slightly parted. You untangle yourself from him, slowly moving his arm that was wrapped around you, and stand up to stretch. Jihoon stirred. His hand searched for you, but when it didn’t find you, he opened his eyes and looked around.
“Y/N…” he whispered. He stuck out his hand and tried to grab yours. You grabbed it and tried to pull him off the couch.
“It’s late, let’s go home.” You said softly.
Jihoon pulled back and shook his head. “I’m too tired to go home.”
“You can’t sleep here, and you’ll be alone.”
“No I won’t.”
Jihoon smiled and pulled you onto the couch. Your face falls into his chest.
“Jihoon, I can’t stay here.” You protest.
“It’ll be fine. I’ll protect you and keep you warm.” He wrapped his arms around you and rested his chin on the top of your head.
“You can’t keep someone warm if they suffocate to death, Jihoon.” You laughed. Your face was being smothered by his chest. You pushed yourself off of him and readjusted yourself.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
“You want a snack, don’t you?” You asked rhetorically.
Jihoon loves eating at midnight and usually had a snack or two almost every night. He nodded his head and you ventured down to the first floor of the building to see if you could find some snacks laying around. You luckily were able to find a few bags of chips and a package of cookies. You trudged up the stairs and pushed on the studio door. Jihoon was leaning on the arm of the sofa trying to not doze off again. The crinkle of the bags of chips revived him. He cheered as you made your way closer to him, tossing the bags next to him. He eagerly ripped a bag open and began munching. He held a piece in front of your mouth and you engulf it, not even lifting your hand to grab it. You open the package of cookies and took a small bite out of one. You offered the rest of your cookie to him, and he gladly accepted, nearly taking your finger as well.
With empty bags and a crumby package sitting in between you and Jihoon, you stretched out your legs, getting ready to walk again, and picked up all the trash. Jihoon tried his best to pick up the crumbs that scattered the sofa.
“I’ll be back.” You said as you walked out the studio to throw out the trash and get something to drink. You walked downstairs and dumped the crinkling trash. You checked the time and sighed. You made your way upstairs again and stumbled into the studio. Jihoon was laying on the couch, his head propped up against the arm of the sofa, with his arm out. He motioned for you to come over and patted his arm. You comply and sat down on the sofa. You lay down and position yourself so you’re facing him.
“I don’t know why we can’t just go home,” you grinned. He smiled and wrapped his other arm around your waist and pulled you in closer.
“I told you, I’m too tired to go.” He whispered. He smirked as he brushed a couple strands of your hair out of your face. As he smirked, his dimples appeared and got deeper the wider the smiled. You poked one of them and he couldn’t help but smile more.
You snuggle your head on his chest and wrapped your arm around Jihoon as you slowly drifted off into sleep. Jihoon hugged you tight and too, drifted off.
A knock whispered from the door. Seungcheol slowly pushed the door open.
“Look at these kids…” he murmured with a soft click of his tongue. He shook his head. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of you two cuddling. “I’ll use this against him.” He said, his phone illuminating the sly smirk across his face. He slid his phone in his pocket and walked out of the room. A few minutes later he came back with a blanket in his arms. He draped it over your bodies and made sure both of your feet were covered. He shook his head one last time before turning off the lamp on the desk and shutting the door.
I made a quick little survey for Carats! I saw an infographic by lovelettertosvt on Instagram and I thought it would be fun to make one myself! It will be open for 4 weeks so there can be plenty of responses!
Summary: The idol life isn’t easy, especially for someone who can’t stand it.
Word count: 781
Your thumb hovered over the send button. Your heart raced as you sent the text that you’ve had typed out for about ten minutes. You tapped your fingers against the back of your phone as you waited for a reply.
-Hey, Jihoon! I was wondering if we could meet at the park? I have something to tell you.-
The phone softly buzzed in your hands as a new message popped up from Jihoon.
-Sure. I’ll be there in about 15 minutes.-
The wind blew through your hair, rustling it and tossing it in your face. You zipped up your jacket to prevent the wind from tickling you. The swings looked tempting and you thought why not swing your worries away for the next 15 minutes. You headed over to the swings. You barely push yourself and let the swing go back and forth. The moon was shining brighter than usual tonight and you got lost in it. Before you knew it, 15 minutes passed. There were footsteps coming from behind you but you were too spaced out to hear.
Two fingers poked you on both sides of your waist. You screamed and squeezed your eyes shut, your grip on the swing tightened.
“This is why you can’t be left alone.” a familiar voice laughed.
“Jihoon! Next time say something! You know I hate it when you do that.” you said, threatening him with your foot.
He sat down on the swing next to you and heaved out a heavy sigh.
“So what did you want to tell me?” he asked as he began to gently swing.
You suddenly remembered what you were going to say. Your stomach began to do flips.
“Uh…” you mumbled.
“Hmm?” Jihoon hummed, turning to you. He waved his hand in front of your face when he noticed you were starting to space out again. “Hellooo…?”
“Oh. Right, sorry. Uh. I just wanted to tell you…” You took a deep breath and looked at the ground while your fingers fiddled with each other. “Jihoon. I-I…”
You were surprised he wasn’t catching on to what was happening. He just stared at you with a smile on his face, laughing at how cute and nervous you were being.
“Honestly, Jihoon. Are you not catching on?” you sighed when you realized how clueless he was being.
“What?”
“Jihoon. I like you.” You blurted.
Jihoon just stared at you. It took him a second to register it. Before he could say anything, you tried to explain yourself.
“I’ve liked you for a while now. I liked you before we became friends actually. Ever since I saw you on stage, I fell for you. You were so charismatic and charming. And then when we became friends, I just,” you paused. Jihoon was staring at his shoes as if everything you were saying was written on them. “I really like you. You’re so nice and caring to your fans. There’s just so much about you that I like.”
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
“Listen, Y/N. I—“
“It’s okay. It’s okay if you don’t like me back. I don’t know why you would… You have your fans too worry about too.”
“No! That’s not it!” he yelled suddenly. “Why would you like me and think what you see on TV and at fansigns and meetings that that’s the real me?!”
Your eyes widen in confusion and fear. What was he saying? He turned to you, his brows furrowed in frustration.
“Don’t you know how hard it is?! To smile and act like I’m happy?”
Your hands were shaking as they held onto the chains suspending the swing. Your bottom lip shook, trying to utter some words but failed. You could barely register what he just said.
“Constantly doing aegyo and acting happy and nice all the time?! I can’t—“ His voice trembled as he tried to hold back from yelling anymore. “Every day is the same! I wake up after two hours of sleep, travel somewhere, smile and act cute, go home, and do it all over again the next day! It’s a constant cycle.”
His grip around the chains of the swing was tight as he bit his lip. A slow stream of tears fell down one side of his face. He swallowed hard, as if he was drinking nasty medicine.
“Jihoon, I-I…I—“ You stuttered. You stared at the ground, too scared to look him in the eye, afraid that he would burst again.
“I gotta go.” He said firmly, breaking the silence between the swings. You opened your mouth to stop him, but stopped yourself instead and watched his moonlit silhouette fade into the night.
NOTE: I know Jihoon is not as bitter as I wrote him to be! This is just a little story, please don’t think that I think bad of Jihoon and that he puts up an act at public events. I got the idea from his song Simple and Healing and the fact that he’s so adorable at fansigns and stuff while the members say he’s “상남자” which means like “manly man”, off camera.
Sorry if this didn’t really hit your emotions! I’m not really good at writing angst. This is like my second time writing angst…? Plus I haven’t really written anything in forever so it’s really bad!
I haven’t had the proper chance to say this but happy holidays and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it! I hope everyone is spending good time with their families and friends!
You stuff your mitten-covered hands in your pocket to further protect them from the frigid cold. The building you were eyeing wasn’t that much further ahead. The red letters above the entrance, spelling out Pledis, glowed through the somewhat dreary day. You swept your hair behind your ears and shuffled up the stairs to the entrance doors. On the doors were little red bows that had every artist’s name written on them. Naturally, you searched for Jihoon’s bow, and when you finally found it, you smiled smile to yourself. You pulled on the door and then punch in the code to get through the second door.
“Maybe I’ll finally get Jihoon to kiss me this year…” you whispered to yourself. Even though Jihoon was mostly somewhat willing to kiss you any other time of the year, he never kissed under the mistletoe.
“Oh, hey Y/N! Why are you here? It’s Christmas Eve. No one’s here.” Seungkwan said.
“But you’re here…” you countered.
“Oh, hah, you’re right.” Seungkwan laughed. “Jihoon is in his studio, as usual.”
You bid him merry Christmas and head upstairs where Jihoon was probably clicking away at his keyboard or making melodies on his piano. You climb the stairs, still a little bit numb from walking outside. Jihoon was walking out of his studio the moment you reached the top of the stairs.
“Oh, Jihoon, hi!” You greeted him with a big grin and a small wave.
“Oh, Y/N, you’re here.” He said nonchalantly. He stuffed his hands in his pocket and walked over to you. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see you.” You tried to act like you weren’t trying to pull a mistletoe attached to a headband out of your bag. “I have something for you, actually.” Your hands quickly pull out a red headband with a small mistletoe neatly attached and hastily put it on. Jihoon smirked at your actions.
“What is this…” he laughed softly, “You have something on your head.”
His hand reached your head and pulled off your headband and tossed it on the table that took up the center of the room. Your mouth formed a pout as you witnessed your plan fail so easily.
“There we go.” He said. He ran his hand through your hair, evening it out and getting rid of the slightly tangled strands the headband left on you. He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stairs. “What do you want to do? I’ll make coffee.”
You followed him downstairs. He strolled to the coffee machine that was softly humming and producing a lot of the heat that swarmed around the first floor of the company building. He began to pull out cups and other equipment to brew a nice, steaming cup of coffee.
While he was occupied, you pulled out another mistletoe, attached to a piece of string, from your bag and rush over to the table by the window. You stood on one of the chairs and hurriedly tape the end of the string to the low ceiling. Just about when Jihoon was pouring the coffee into mugs, you folded your legs and sat down in the chair. You smiled at him innocently when he turned around and eyed you. His eyes glanced at the swinging mistletoe above you and smirked.
“Here,” he said, placing the hot cup of coffee in front of you. You wrapped your hands around the cup. Jihoon sits down in the chair across from you and sips his coffee. You casually look up and act shocked.
“Oh wow. Look Jihoon, it’s a mistletoe.”
You nonchalantly sip your coffee and stare at him.
“Oh right. I forgot something upstairs.” He said, getting up. “Come with me, I don’t like going alone when the building is empty.”
He grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the stairs, leaving behind the swinging mistletoe and your hopes.
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“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“Yeah.” You said simply. You finally gave up on trying to get Jihoon to kiss you under the mistletoe. He noticed your dejected attitude. You push past the two sets of doors with Jihoon following behind.
“Bye-bye,” you said. You turned around to hug him when a tall figure pushed through the door with his hands behind his back.
“Oh, Mingyu. I didn’t know you were here too.”
“Yeah, I thought you went home.” Jihoon was confused. “What’s behind your back?”
Mingyu just smiled. He slowly pulled his hands from behind his back and extended them over you and Jihoon. You both look up and see tiny green leaves. You laughed and looked at Jihoon. He smiled back at you and sighed.
“I guess I can’t get out of this one.” He laughed.
“Come here.”
He pulled you in close and rested his forehead on yours.
“Merry Christmas,” he whispered before pressing his lips against yours.
The wind sneaked its way through your thin sweater and jeans, sending chills down your spine. You hold onto your arms and shiver as you shuffle down the sidewalk. Gray clouds hung over you, darkening the sky with gloom and bitterness. You felt your phone vibrating in your pocket.
“Hello?”
“Where are you? I’m already here.” A deep, monotonous voice asked on the other end.
“I’m almost there. Sorry!”
“Okay, I’ll be waiting.” He said, hanging up the phone.
You stuffed your phone back into your pocket and picked up the pace. The wind blew again, sending your hair into your face. You huffed and blew the loose strands away. Nearing the corner, you saw a giant figure with a long, grey coat reaching down to his knees engulfing him.
“Wonwoo!” you called to him.
He turned around, his face lighting up when he saw you, but his expression quickly turned into concern.
“What are you wearing?” he asked, scanning you up and down.
You looked down at your clothes and realized how thin your sweater was.
“I lost my coat.” You said innocently, rubbing your sweater between your fingers. “It’s somewhere in my apartment. I didn’t have time to look for it.”
Wonwoo clicked his tongue. You looked up at him, waiting for him to start leading you to the movies.
“So are we going to the movies or not? It is kinda cold out here.” You grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his. He tightened his grip on your hand and you lightly swung it back and forth. You looked up at him and grinned. He looked down at you, his lips pulled into a small smile.
“Your hands are so cold,” he said softly. He covered the backside of your interlocking hands with his other hand and brought it to his face. He pressed the backside of your hand to his cheek, attempting to warm them up a bit.
“You’re so cold.” He whispered as he cradled your hand.
“I’m fine. We’re going to be indoors soon. I can tough it out.” You assured him.
Wonwoo unbuttoned his grey coat. A gust of wind blew past both of you, carrying the cold and fallen, dead leaves.
“What are you doing? You’re going to get cold.” You said.
“I’ll be fine.” He said nonchalantly.
You tried to button up his coat, but you felt a two hands suddenly pull you. You stumbled forward a step. Your cheek landed on Wonwoo’s chest. He wrapped his coat around your body and hugged you. Your arms dangled at your side as he squeezed you.
“This is why you should’ve worn something warmer.” He said.
Inside his coat was warm. The smell of his cologne was strong, but not overpowering. You rubbed your face into his chest and wrapped your arms around him. A soft giggle escaped your mouth, tickling Wonwoo’s chest.
“Are you warm yet?” he asked.
You shook your head, your face still deep in his chest. He rubbed his hands up and down your back, trying to warm you up quicker.
“I think we’re going to miss the movie at this rate.” He laughed.
“It’s okay.” you said, your voice muffled by his sweater.
“I think we should’ve just gone to your place to watch a movie.”
“I think this is better.”
“What, freezing out here in the cold?” he chuckled.
You tightened your hug and looked up at him. He looked down at you and grinned, his eyes thinning into two crescents as his nose scrunched a bit. He picked you up, catching you off guard, and waddled, inching his way down the sidewalk.
Haha look at that this was supposed to be posted on Monday but I didn’t start writing this until like two nights ago hahaha i’m terrible i’m so sorry but I’m sorry if this is super short and terrible! I literally have no inspiration and lost all my writing skill over the last couple of months
You watched Seungcheol rummage under the tiny Christmas tree the other members had set up quickly. He neatly placed other presents with the members’ names on them aside while mumbling, asking himself “where did it go…”
“It’s okay, Seungcheol. You can always give it to me later.” You suggested, worried he would get annoyed when he didn’t find your present. He shook his head, still searching.
“It’s the only one that’s nicely wrapped so it can’t be that hard to find.” He laughed. He wasn’t wrong though. The other members hastily wrapped their gifts and drew a bunch of hearts all over the wrapping paper. You couldn’t help but smile at their efforts despite their busy schedule.
“I found it!” Seungcheol exclaimed. He held up a small neatly wrapped box and turned his head towards you, a grin plastered on his face. He stood up and walked over to you, holding out the present for you.
“Open it.” He said as you grabbed the box. You slowly tore off the wrapping paper to reveal a small white box. You slipped off the top while Seungcheol watched with a cheesy grin. You pulled out the tissue paper that was hiding your present.
“There’s only one…?” you asked. You looked up at him. He nodded his head and reached down to grab what was in the box.
“You needed mittens, right?”
“Yeah, but there’s supposed to be two of them, Seungcheol. I have two hands.” You laughed awkwardly, shaking your hands for him to see. He shook his head cutely and held up the mitten.
“No, you only need one.”
“Seungcheol…Two hands…” you said, showing him both of your hands again.
“Let’s go.” He said, pulling you up from the couch. He slipped the mitten onto your right hand and grabbed your other, and pulled you towards the door.
Outside, a brisk gust of wind swept through the street. Seungcheol adjusted your scarf, making sure your neck was fully covered, as you buttoned up your coat. He linked his arm with your left arm and shoved his hands into his coat pockets. Your left hand felt dry and frozen exposed in the winter air. You looked up at Seungcheol, who still had a silly grin on his face.
“Your hand is cold, isn’t it?” he asked rhetorically. He smiled. He took his hand out of his pocket and intertwined his fingers with your freezing, exposed hand. His hand was warm and soft compared to yours. He slid both hands into his roomy coat pocket.
“See, this is why you only need one mitten.” Seungcheol tried to say nonchalantly. He giggled, his fingers squirming in yours.
“What am I supposed to do when you’re not here then?”
“I’ll always be next to you, to keep you warm this winter.”
Hooooly crap!! This blog is finally a year old! I can’t believe that it’s already been a year! I just want to thank everyone who follows this blog so much!! I know I’ve been suuuuuuuuuper inconsistent and inactive (school comes first, and tbh it’s just so stressful). I really wanted to do something special for my one year anniversary but time doesn’t permit and I honestly didn’t know what I would’ve done. Thank you for following so much!!!!!!!
Hopefully I’ll be able to write during Thanksgiving break!
