Don’t Mess Up My Tempo

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[guzhufuren]

ATEEZ Yungi for beloved @thirstkanaphan

[thirstkanaphan]

Yunho actually lost a game to Mingi!

The reactions are priceless -

the split-second of rage on Yunho's face is the best holiday gift I could receive this year.

[syster19]

me, a fool, two years ago: clearly mingi is more obsessed with yunho than yunho is with him

yunho, literally all the time: mingi needs to be looking at me at all times

[whoisthetank]

🐶: Mingi keeps asking me permission to post, but Mingi didn't ever ask for permission when he tore his shirt (LAST YEAR) on Akaraka Festival, at Yonsei University stage and its worse because we were on stage performing and that everyone was confused he suddenly felt him self and did it. So he did this things but wants me to ask him permission?

Yunho is talking about this day:

Apparently the prince catholic yaoi is holding a grudge, and I hate to admit it but I think he's right. Mingi has been taking his clothes off without asking him for permission, but wants he asks for? And is it wrong to find it cute how he talks in chat as if we were in a girls night?

Yunho's reaction: (I can't put the video so I divided it into 3 gifs, in order first he is speechless and then he stands up as if he doesn't care, but aparently not liking the situation and in the end he smiles when he realizes that everyone is having fun with Mingi ripping his shirt)

What do tou think?

[hoshingi]

have you heard of the hoshi-woozi combo? 🐯🍚 cr. dadeuthannie, scoupsy, like17subs

[hoshingi]

dr. heo eojun's holistic therapy exercises for laughter 🫶

[hoshingi]

[skulandcrossbones]

eyes on you 👀

[shoot-me-and-go]

lee jihoon, stand up?

[hoshingi]

hoshi visiting woozi's birthday live and giving him a gift 🥹 (translation 1, 2)

[mzlova]

MY BOYFRIENDS CHANSOO!!!

[collisiondiscourse]

Hello I just saw your art of the different Kacchans and now I desperately need a list of bkdk fanfic recs from you

IVE BEEN PSYCHICALLY BEGGING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ME THIS THANK FUCK!!!!! ok SO. i have my own particular lists of fic recs. theyre all organized in diff ways depending on how im feeling, but for the sake of aligning with the fics i rec'd in that post, im gonna suggest long and plotty fics!

warning that some of these fics have triggering topics and/or are nsfw! so be sure to read the tags n protect yourself as needed ^^ all fics have a wordcount of 5+ digits

FIRST you got the fandom classics. the way you used to do, incinerate, zero: birth of the worlds best hero duo, and fire lily -- these are all EXTREMELY plot heavy n angsty, meaning you'd kinda need a break right?

SO then you have your fluff monsters. surprise reunions and childhood rekindling and you left a sour aftertaste by my wife, @lady-of-snails, sugar stardust, and dance with me

then you move on to the canon divergents! not too much of an AU to leave heroes, but enough to alter the plot. before midnight, second chance, landscape after cruelty, and while you were sleeping,

and then then THEN you get to the REAL AUs. the shit thats out of scope. fluff monsters were kind of these, but i had to separate it cause these next ones are ANGST BEASTS.... someone borrowed, mechanical bull, and beyond sea and storm

but at the end of the day, we all gotta return to the basics at some point right? so here i end it with the naturally fluffy (relatively shorter) canon compliants and future aus. grief counseling, play it cool, do not disturb, and sneku

[ana0072]

My english teacher really assigned us an obligatory essay writing competition "for education and for fun" and each essay is only approx 100 words long??? Am I a joke to you??

I'm literally writing a 10,000 word Soonhoon fanfiction on Google Docs, single spaced, 11 Arial font and am now 4 pages in and that already is 7,700 words.

I HAVE CASUALLY READ 20,000 WORDED FANFICTIONS IN ONE SITTING WITHOUT STOPPING??? Malaysia's educational system is weak, its probably why we churn out sub-par human beings.

[beholdingslut]

Robert de Niro in heat and I’m not apologising

i forgot heat was the name of a movie and i had my finger on the block button

[ksooandwoozi]

Cursed Part Two

So I’ve been getting a lot of requests to make a part two of cursed. It pained me to write, but here it is! I know I haven’t posted in forever and this was promised almost a year ago, but it’s finally here. It’s in Hansol’s pov, and it’s very angsty so please don’t read if you’re feeling sad :(  Hopefully this gives some closure into how Jihoon was feeling, and now I kind of want to make a third part with a happy ending to cursed, because I very sad after writing this. 

I’ll be writing more new stories as well so please look forward to some writings that are fluffy in the future! 

Hansol couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something terribly wrong. After you had left the party in a flurry of tears into the torrential downpour, your sister had asked everyone there to assist in looking for you. Although your sister wasn’t the most attune to your emotions and feelings, even she could see that there was something wrong in the way you had left the party so suddenly. Your family was obsessed with appearances, and even though the party was only filled with yours and your sister’s friends, she knew that you wouldn’t just leave like that without a proper and good reason. 

Currently, Hansol was checking the gardens for you, shouting your name in a shrill voice, cold racking his body. He had no clue how you were surviving out here right now; he had only been outside for ten minutes and yet he was shivering, fingers beginning to turn numb and the cold rain biting into his skin. He had seen you go up to your room earlier in the night, and had assumed it was to cough up the roses that symbolized your love for Jihoon, but he hadn’t actually seen the boy for the entire night. 

Hansol wondered where the boy could be. He figured that the sight of seeing him after so many days was a shock to your system; maybe that was why you left the party in a rush. Maybe that was why you had left without a warning. 

He had never had the hanahaki disease, never had been subjected to the utter torment it put its receipts in, but after seeing two of the most important people in his life go through it, he decided then and there that he would do absolutely everything he could to help you through it. He would move to a different country with you if needed. He would do basically anything. 

Hansol calls out your name again, this time with renewed vigor. If you didn’t prove to be here, then he would check all your other favorite places. You were bound to be somewhere. But before he’s able to check behind the little stone wall that was situated towards the front of the garden, he hears his name. 

Hansol turns around and sees the last person he would’ve expected to hear call his name. It’s Jihoon’s girlfriend, the one he had been introduced to a week or two ago. He couldn’t recall her name in the slightest, because the only thing that had consumed his thoughts during their introduction was the fact that this girl was the one that made it impossible for Jihoon to fall for you. He couldn’t help but hate the girl, even though he knew it wasn’t her fault at all. She hadn’t even met you yet. 

“Hansol?” Jihoon’s girlfriend says again, “It’s Jihoon- could you please help me? I don’t know what to do and I know you’ve known him for longer. Please.” She whispers the last part, and Hansol is barely able to catch the plea because of their distance. 

“Uh sure, I guess. Where is he?” Hansol asks, turning to follow his girlfriend back inside the house. Frankly, he wanted nothing less than to check up on Jihoon. Not when you were still outside, cold and wet and broken. 

“He’s in here. He just started breaking down and he literally won’t stop crying.” Jihoon’s girlfriend states, before pushing open the door into the parlor. “I’ve been trying to calm him down, but nothing’s working.” 

The sight that greets Hansol is nothing short of heartbreaking. Jihoon is curled up into a ball against the back of a chair, sobs racking his body. Hansol finds a wicked sort of glee that courses through him at the sight of normally stoic and calm Jihoon breaking down. Maybe he was beginning to feel even just an ounce of the pain he was putting you through. 

Regardless, Hansol moves forward to kneel in front of Jihoon. No matter what, Jihoon was still his friend, even though he hated the man’s guts just a little bit for being so freaking dense towards your love. 

“Jihoon. What’s wrong?” Hansol asks, bringing a hand to brush his friend’s shoulder. He figured Jihoon had found out the truth, nothing bringing more shock to your body than the fact that your best friend of seventeen years was head over heels in love with you. He couldn’t imagine the emotional turmoil that was racking through him right now, but knew it was nothing close to what you were going through. 

“It’s (Y/N).” Jihoon manages to choke out through his crying. “She has hanahaki and I fucked up Hansol. I royally fucked up.” 

A cold feeling settles on Hansol’s chest at that point, not sure how to respond to the fact that Jihoon “fucked up.” Did he do the one thing he wasn’t supposed to do and mention the love he had for his girlfriend? Did he break you beyond repair this time? 

“What do you mean fucked up Jihoon? Just so you know she’s not even here anymore. She left through the front door and it’s a torrential downpour out there. Her sister is having everyone at the party look for her.” Hansol fills the other boy in, not sure if he was caught up with the current happenings. He had no idea how long Jihoon had been in the parlor for. 

“What?” Jihoon sputters out, his head raising from where it had been pressed against his knees. “She’s gone?” 

Hansol watches as Jihoon stumbles to his feet, legs almost giving out as he struggles to use them. He reaches forward to catch his friend, looping an arm around his shoulder to keep him steady as Jihoon’s girlfriend steps forward to help as well. 

“Hansol, I think I might know where she is. I’m so fucking scared though.” Jihoon manages to say, voice cracking with pure and unfiltered emotion. 

Hansol’s heart clenches at those words. “What do you mean scared? You don’t think anything’s wrong with her do you?” 

Jihoon turns to look at him, torment flashing through his irises. “I sure hope not Hansol. I can’t lose her.” 

Hansol chose to keep his mouth shut at that comment, not really sure how to state that it was his fucking fault they were in this situation to beign with. How it was his fucking fault that his best friend was in an unprecedented amount of pain because of him. How it was his fucking fault that you were currently outside in freezing rain, possibly hurt and surrounded by roses and a constant reminder that you were not loved back in the same way. How it was his fucking fault that all of this was happening. And Hansol didn’t know how to get all of that out in a tone that wasn’t angry and condescending, so he just chose to stay quiet. 

“Where do you think she is then?” Hansol chose to say instead, sort of curious as to where Jihoon thought you were. 

“You remember the cliff? The one we used to go to during the summer? For some reason I just have a feeling that she’s there.” Jihoon says, eyes unfocused as the three of them begin the walk towards the door. And even though she had been present for the whole thing, Hansol has to give credit to Jihoon’s girlfriend for managing to not say anything and not show a lick of emotion at this whole event. 

“Yeah I do.” Hansol states, vaguely recalling you mentioning something about a cliff that you frequented with Jihoon. He had never asked to be brought there, understanding that it was a special place to the both of you. Hansol knew that while he considered you to be his best friend, Jihoon was and had always been yours. Even though the amount of years didn’t really matter in regards to friendships, a whole seventeen years versus the five he had known you, seemed to outweigh the level of their friendship that you and him shared. 

The rain is heavy and weighs them down as they begin the walk towards the cliff. After a while Jihoon is finally able to walk again, albeit a little wobbly and he takes the lead, leaving Hansol and Jihoon’s girlfriend trailing behind him a couple of steps. 

Hansol takes the time to give Jihoon’s girlfriend a glance over, a little guilty that he can’t remember the girl’s name in the slightest. He knows it’s not her fault, but he still can’t help but feel a twinge of anger whenever he looks at her, knowing that she’s half of the reason why you were in pain. It was hard to have any sort of sympathy for her when Hansol didn’t even know her name. 

“We’re almost there.” Jihoon mumbles from in front of them, voice hard to hear over the pounding of the rain. Hansol’s entire body is soaked to the bone by this point, and once again he doesn’t know how you’re dealing with the cold. You must have been out here for over an hour, whereas the three of them had probably only been out for thirty minutes. 

If it’s even possible the rain gets harder, making visibility almost comically impossible, and Hansol has to put a hand over his eyes and strain them to even make out Jihoon’s back. That’s why they don’t see the crowd of people gathered until they’re right upon them. 

 He hears Jihoon mutter out a “what the-” clearly not expecting the crowd that’s gathered. Hansol breaks away from Jihoon and his girlfriend and fights his way through the people, not liking this one bit. The dark feeling that he had been feeling since the beginning has settled over his heart now, clawing its way and latching itself to him. As he gets nearer to the edge, he hears the sobs and tormented cries of your sister, her crunched up form becoming clearer and clearer the closer he gets. His stomach drops at the sight and he races towards her, not even knowing what to think at the moment. Fear courses through his body and he starts praying to whatever being that is up there that his best friend is okay. 

“What’s going on?” He spits out, voice cracking as he crouches down next to your sister, hand going up to rub a comforting hand on her shoulder. Your sister immediately latches onto Hansol, fingernails digging into his chest, head crashing into his shoulder, and her sobs increasing tenfold. 

Hansol, without a second thought, holds her, pressing his chin onto her head, too freaking scared to ask what’s wrong. He can only imagine what happened for your sister to be acting like this and he hopes it isn’t true; he’s never wished for anything more in his entire life. There’s muffled shouting behind him and suddenly Jihoon is next to them, perched on his knees, fixing Hansol and your sister with a worried glance. 

“What’s going on?” He whimpers, tears beginning to make their way down his cheeks. Your sister wails at those words, fingers clenching tighter into Hansol’s chest, nails scratching and slightly tearing at his soaked dress shirt. 

Hansol goes back to rubbing your sister’s back, not even being able to spare a word of comfort for your grieving kin. He doesn’t even feel anything at this point, somehow knowing what has happened before your sister even has a chance to speak. Jihoon must know too if his tears are anything to go by. There’s only one reason why a crowd would be gathered here and only one reason why your sister would be crying this uncontrollably. 

“She’s gone.” Your sister cries and at those words Hansol’s grip tightens. He can feel his heart stutter and then it drops, a coldness settling on top of him that has nothing to do with the freezing rain. 

“Gone? What do you mean gone?” He hears from next to him and suddenly Jihoon is gripping onto your sister’s arm, eyes crazy and voice higher pitched than it normally was. “She can’t be gone. She was just at the party only an hour ago. There’s no way.” Jihoon is fumbling over his words at this point, a hand going up to push his soggy bangs out of his face to fix Hansol and your sister with a heartbroken look. 

“There’s no way.” He repeats, softer this time, eyes flitting to where the edge of the cliff stood. And through the haze of rain filtering around them, he zeros in on a dash of pink. Hansol watches as Jihoon unsteadily gets to his feet, stumbling across the uneven ground to reach the small heap of pink roses that are gathered there. He reaches a hand out, fingers grasping one of the flowers, a thorn digging into the tip of his index finger as he clutches it close to his chest. 

Hansol is forced to watch as Jihoon grips the rose tightly, blood trickling out of his palm to fall on the dirt and rocks as he bawls, crumpling into himself. Hansol wants to do the same thing himself, but he has to remain strong for your sister, and for you. He wants nothing more than to join Jihoon in his wailing, wanted nothing more than to just collapse on the ground and let his utter despair consume him. But he couldn’t do that, he couldn’t. Not when your sister was sobbing in his arms, not when your former love was bleeding and crying over you. He had to be the strong one. 

He chances a glance up and that’s when he notices a figure making their way up the side of the cliff. There was a little path that led down to the water and rocks below and he hadn’t noticed it when they had first arrived, too consumed with the need to find out what happened. As the figure gets closer he makes out that it’s your father and in your father’s arms there’s a shape. Hansol’s heart lurches at the sight and then he’s calmly disentangling your sister from in between his arms to make his way towards your father. As he gets closer he notices that the shape has your exact same hair color and is dressed in the purple ensemble that you were wearing earlier at the party. 

Hansol doesn’t want to believe that it’s true, but he can’t help it, wanting to make sure that you’re the broken body held in your father’s arms. He stumbles forward and sees that your dad is crying, tears leaking out of his eyes to make their way down his wrinkled cheeks, arms held protectively around you. 

He stops when he’s right in front of your father and looks down, seeing your face, lifeless and pale, blood staining your blue lips and the front of your dress. Hansol feels his limbs seize up and then he’s collapsing, not being able to handle the sight of seeing you without the usual blush that colors your cheeks. For the first time that night he’s crying, bringing his knees to his chest. He had never ever seen a dead body before and the fact that his first one was you, his best friend, was too much to handle. 

Your father settles down next to him, still clutching onto your lifeless body, and Hansol notices that your fingers are wrapped tightly around a pink rose. He doesn’t know what compels him in that moment, but then he’s reaching forward and untangling your fingers from around the thorny stem, choking on his sobs as he brings the flower close to his chest, much like Jihoon had done. 

And then said boy is next to him, once again, and Hansol watches through his own tears as Jihoon takes in your cold and limp form. He’s still holding the rose that he had picked up from the edge of the cliff, his grip deadly tight around it as he rakes his eyes up and down your body, looking for any sign of life. 

Jihoon’s quivering hand reaches out to caress your cheek and Hansol almost wants to stop him, wants to scream and shake Jihoon, wants to yell at him until his throat is raw, wants to say that he lost the right to touch you with how freaking dense he was. But he does none of that and instead watches as Jihoon’s hand makes contact with your pale cheek, watches when he touches your skin and breaks down almost immediately. 

Jihoon’s then wailing, hands brushing your arms up and down as he starts muttering about how it’s all his fault. Hansol hears him choke out a sound that resembles your name and then he’s taking your limp body from your father and holding it close to his chest, rocking back and forth as he cries. 

“No. I’m so sorry (Y/N) It’s all my fault. I love you so much.” He stutters out, leaning his forehead down to meet yours. His tears leak out and drip onto your cheeks and that just makes Jihoon cry harder. 

Hansol can’t help but feel heartbroken over the sight. Even though he knew it was Jihoon’s fault, he could feel the utter despair radiating off of the smaller boy. Maybe Jihoon had discovered that he could’ve fallen in love with you after all. Hansol didn’t even know what there was to not love about you. 

Jihoon continues to repeat those same words over and over, still crying his lungs out as the rain falls around them. It almost seemed as if the heavens knew what was going to happen today and they were mourning with them. Hansol turns his gaze up towards the sky, to where he thought the moon might be and curses it. He had never wished the heavens for anything and he finds it kind of cruel that they were unable to even grant him this one thing. He knew that you were one of the only ones that didn’t deserve this fate. You were good and kind and so full of love for the people and animals around you. 

He almost wishes you had fallen for him instead, because he would’ve tried to return your love and knew he would’ve succeeded. You were just that easy to love. And just like that, the sick tinge of morbid glee flooded his system once again, knowing that Jihoon was probably in just as much pain as you had been in. Losing your best friend of seventeen years definitely had to be agonizing. And he can see how much excruciating pain Jihoon was in as he rocked your lifeless body in his arms, having not once stopped his continued words. 

Hansol figured he probably had no idea what he was saying anymore at this point. 

It’s a couple more moments before your dad is trying to grab your body back again, probably wanting to get you and the rest of the crowd out of the rain and back to the house. But Jihoon just clutches onto your body tighter, refusing to relinquish his hold. 

“No. Please don’t take her away from me. It’s all my fault.” He whimpers, putting his forehead on yours again. 

Your dad shakes his head, but stands up and helps Jihoon and Hansol to their feet as well, before they all start the journey back to the house with heavy hearts and heavy steps. 

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The funeral happens the next day and Hansol and your sister give speeches, Jihoon being physically unable to handle speaking more than one sentence before breaking down into a mess of sobs. 

And after the funeral, there’s just nothing. 

Hansol honestly doesn’t know what to do now. Does he just go on existing now that you were gone? Does he find a new best friend? Does he just continue on with his life when you were never given a chance to continue yours? 

He doesn’t know. 

Then it’s already a month later and Jihoon announces he’s moving. He’s going overseas to start a new job, having broken up with his girlfriend a couple days after the funeral. Hansol is happy for him, he really is. It must be nice getting away from the suffocating city they live in; must be nice to be able to leave the bad memories here and start anew. It must be nice. 

Hansol goes to send him off and sees Jihoon for the first time since the funeral. The boy is pale, eyes sunken, dark circles prevalent. He knows it’s not what you would have wanted. You always wanted Jihoon to be happy, ready to sacrifice yours in a second to make sure his stayed. He knew that if you were to see Jihoon now, your heart would’ve shattered into a million pieces, the bright, smiling, dimpled boy that you were so fond of replaced with this empty husk of a person. Hansol knew he probably looked no better. He couldn’t even remember the last time he showered. 

Jihoon notices him and walks over to him, immediately pulling the younger boy into a hug. It’s an all consuming embrace, full of emotion and pain and sadness, and Hansol revels in the fact that someone still feels what he feels. 

“It’s nice to see you again.” Jihoon says, and Hansol agrees. He hasn’t been out of his house to actually see anyone and he’s sure Jihoon’s been holed up in his as well. 

“Yeah it’s nice to see you as well. I’m glad you’re getting out of this horrible town.” 

Jihoon nods before reaching into his back pocket to pull out a small notebook. It’s the size of his hand, small and leatherbound with a strap to tie around and keep the pages closed. He opens it to a particular page and turns it around so Hansol can see. 

It’s the pink rose Jihoon had picked up from the edge of the cliff, dried out and preserved between the pages of Jihoon’s notebook. There’s little flecks of blood that stain the petals and Hansol isn’t sure what person they’re from. 

“It’s kind of awful how I feel now Hansol. On that night I was so sure that I could never return her feelings. She was my best friend since we were toddlers. It’s hard to look at someone in a new way after you’ve seen them eat grass while at a playground. After she confessed it was so hard to wrap my head around the fact that she loved me like that. But now I just think about all the moments we’ve had together and now I’m so positive that I could’ve loved her like she loved me. Now I can’t help but think that we would’ve been great together. And now she’s gone and it’s all my fault-” Jihoon pauses, looking down.

“I knew she was hurting and yet I still said that I could never return her feelings without even thinking about it. Like what kind of horrible person am I?” 

Jihoon finishes, closing the book and putting it back in his pocket, before grabbing his suitcase. Hansol sees wetness in his eyes before Jihoon’s blinking rapidly, trying to get them to disappear. 

“You know I blamed you for her death for a while after. But now I know it’s not your fault. You didn’t have to love her back. I mean you should’ve because she’s amazing, but it’s your own heart and your own feelings. Please don’t blame yourself Jihoon. She would’ve wanted you to be happy.” Hansol says, putting a hand on Jihoon’s shoulder. 

Jihoon just nods before giving Hansol a weak smile. “Thank you. Really. She was lucky to have a friend like you, and I am too.” 

Hansol returns the smile. “Thanks Jihoon. Come back and visit.” 

And then Jihoon is gone, boarding a train without looking back. 

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Hansol finds himself returning to the cliff after that. He dangles his legs over the side and leans back on his hands, gazing out upon the vast ocean, its waters looking dark and forbidden. He’s developed a hate of the ocean now, but returns to this spot every once in a while to ask the sky how you’re doing. It’s therapeutic, in a way. 

“Hey love. I’m back. Just wondering how you’re doing up there. I’m sure you know but Jihoon’s gone. I kind of wanted to join him too. This city is kind of horrible to be in alone now. Everyone’s asking if I’m okay and I don’t know how to tell them I’m not. It’s hard.” 

Hansol turns his gaze up to the sky, the sun starting to shrink as it sinks beneath the horizon. The first stars are starting to become noticeable and Hansol fixes his eyes on one particular one. It’s twinkling in the slightly darkening sky, and he stretches his fingers and cups it, almost like he’s holding it in his grasp even though it’s a billion miles away. 

“I miss you.” He murmurs before closing his eyes. 

[kjd-l-deactivated20230214]

Kim Junmyeon is EXO’s backbone

Kim Minseok is EXO’s strength

Zhang Yixing is EXO’s courage

Byun Baekhyun is EXO’s glue

Kim Jongdae is EXO’s ambition

Park Chanyeol is EXO’s passion

Do Kyungsoo is EXO’s treasure

Kim Jongin is EXO’s dedication

Oh Sehun is EXO’s heart

And EXO-L are EXO’s pride

[ksooandwoozi]

JONGDAE IS ONE OF MY ULTS AND IF I, AS WELL AS MANY OTHERS, CAN BE OVER THE MOON EXCITED AND HAPPY FOR HIM THEN Y’ALL “fake fans” can be too. You can’t like exo without liking all the members, because their motto is literally we are one.

Anyways congrats to Kim Jongdae for getting some and hopefully more idols can now feel safer about pursuing their relationships. I’ve seen so much support for him on Instagram and here and even on Twitter and it makes my heart happy.

That’s it.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk.