So, I did a thing. SKZ JYP official website has promo pics of all Eras but there is NO FILTER SYSTEM! So I tried to put them in order. This does not include The Japan Branch I’ll have to see if they also have a gallery.
This took me like 3 hrs so its not pretty. Ill do that later lol. I think for funsies Ill be linking the Music Videos or bts vids that have the outfits. I do want to find more promo stuff to link. I know we have a fansite that has videos subtitled like Kindgom & Survival Show so ill be checking it out too. Im the kind of person that wants to have everything in one document for easy access. 🤭
So, I did a thing. SKZ JYP official website has promo pics of all Eras but there is NO FILTER SYSTEM! So I tried to put them in order. This does not include The Japan Branch I’ll have to see if they also have a gallery.
This took me like 3 hrs so its not pretty. Ill do that later lol. I think for funsies Ill be linking the Music Videos or bts vids that have the outfits. I do want to find more promo stuff to link. I know we have a fansite that has videos subtitled like Kindgom & Survival Show so ill be checking it out too. Im the kind of person that wants to have everything in one document for easy access. 🤭
miniseungkim: there are moments when it feels like ‘this is enough’ only to find yourself standing at the beginning once again. to us, who have stepped out into the world but are still caught in the flow, on the path that doesn't end but keeps continuing, i hope this song can reach all the moments we've been through today as well! 🌊 this song has finally out into the world.. thank you @._doolsetnet
I finally get to share this precious song Han wrote for me.
To some, it might just be a short YouTube video that passes by…
I started recording and refining when it was extremely cold, and after contemplating how to interpret the meaning and structure to present it in an easy-to-watch video, I submitted the request~
I put so much effort into this skzrecord that I kept postponing the upload schedule just to make revisions, hoping to add more depth to the song's color and vibe and leave a lasting impression… haha (Thank you…).
not my tweet or my fic (and there’s a good chance of this comment being a bot) but yeah, don’t do this. sure, some writers wouldn’t mind having fanfics (or direct continuation) of their fanfics written by someone else. some may even be thrilled and happy. but the fandom etiquette is that if you want to write a fanfic or a continuation of someone’s fanfic, YOU POLITELY ASK THE WRITER FOR THEIR PERMISSION. not their readers.
also 5 months isn’t long at all. 5 months is 5 minutes when it comes to fanfics. I’ve waited years for my favorite fics to get updated (one of my favorite fanfics was updated by the author after 13 years) and I’ve never said anything to them about “it’s been ___ years, I don’t think it will get updated anymore”. because another fandom / fanfic etiquette is that fanfic writers write for free in their free time, they don’t owe you anything. maybe they will update one day. maybe they won’t. if you want your favorite fic to get updated, you comment something like “this is good!! I’m excited for what happens next” and maybe your positive comment will motivate the author to update. but you don’t say “it’s been ___ months or years”. fanfics writers write for themselves and their own enjoyment. they’re just kind enough to let you read their works for free. stop being rude and entitled to fanfic writers.
Warnings: Mentions of Jisung thinking you and Minho are out to murder him.
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Summary: A sleep-deprived Jisung is certain you want to murder him.
Recently, you had really gotten back into true crime documentaries and podcasts. You just found them so interesting. So, had you started listening to them whilst writing lyrics? Yes. Did it bother you? No. Was it starting to worry your boyfriend? Very much so, yes.
Jisung couldn’t take it anymore. How could you listen to something so gruesome whilst writing such an upbeat song? He locked eyes with you for a moment. He swore he could see you plotting his murder. He got up, left your shared room and made his way to Minho’s room.
He knocked on the door and entered once Minho allowed him to. “Hyung, you have to help me. Baby wants to kill me.”
Minho looked up from where he was sitting on his bed. He raised an eyebrow. “I highly doubt that. For some reason, she thinks you're too cute to kill.” He said as he scrolled through his phone.
Jisung smiled for a moment before shaking his head. “This is serious. She’s listening to another true crime thing.”
Minho’s head snapped up. “Which one? She better not be listening to the one we said we’d listen to together.” He stood up and walked past Jisung to check which one you were listening to.
Jisung scoffed. “Hyung!” He whined out. “Pay attention to me! Not her, Hyung! Hey! Ugh.” He threw his head back in annoyance as he was ignored. He walked to the front door, putting on his shoes and a jacket. “Hyunjin will listen to me.”
Jisung left, shouting to you both that he was leaving. Once he received an ‘okay. Stay safe’, he was out the door and making his way to Hyunjin and Changbin’s door. Then practically banged on the door.
Changbin opened the door. “Jisung? What are you doing here?”
Han made his way inside. “Where’s Hyunjin?” He asked as he took off his shoes and pulled his jacket off.
Hyunjin popped his head around the corner from the kitchen, where he was making drinks. “I’m right here. What’s going on?” He sounded worried.
Jisung walked over to the male. “Baby is trying to kill me. I know it sounds crazy, but she was listening to a true crime thingy, and it was about a woman who married men and killed them for their money. I have money. A lot of money.” He spoke seriously.
Changbin rolled his eyes. “So does Baby.” He scoffed.
Hyunjin shook his head. “Binnie-hyung, can’t you see Jisung is worried? Baby makes a lot of money, yes. But so does Ji; it’s valid for him to be worried.” He smirked at Changbin. Oh, Hyunjin was gonna play into this hard.
Jisung nodded his head and grabbed a cup. “Exactly, you get it. Minho-hyung didn’t even care. My life is at risk!” He bounced slightly as he whined.
Hyunjin patted his shoulder. “Don’t worry, I won’t let her hurt you.”
Jisung let out a tiny sigh. “Thank you. I just, I don’t know what to do. She’s listening to that stuff whilst creating one of the most upbeat songs I’ve ever heard. If I don’t show up at practice tomorrow, you’ll know Baby and Minho did it. They're plotting against me.”
Changbin groaned. “Oh, so Minho’s in on it too?”
Jisung nodded. “Exactly. They plan to off me and run off together. It makes perfect logical sense.”
Hyunjin nodded mockingly. “Yeah, Changbin. Obviously, Baby and Minho are plotting this together.” He stuck his tongue out at Changbin.
Changbin shook his head. “Ji, when was the last time you slept?”
“Day before yesterday, why?” That explains it. Despite how much you and Minho had tried to get Jisung to sleep. He just wouldn't. He had been so focused on work.
Changbin left the room to grab his phone to call you. Jisung needed to sleep before he thinks anyone else is trying to murder him.
Hyunjin pulled Jisung in for a hug. “It’s okay. I’m here. Maybe you can convince them to off someone else?” He suggested.
Jisung nodded. “But who? I’m their favourite person, and I’m not even safe.” He wrapped his arms around Hyunjin and snuggled close to him.
Hyunjin bit back a laugh. “Umm…what about that staff member who hit on Baby the other week?”
Jisung thought for a moment. “That could work. They could make it look like an accident. They know how to.”
Changbin walked into the room. “Your girlfriend is on her way to get you.”
Jisung let out a scream. “He’s trying to get me killed!”
Hyunjin let out a laugh. “No, he’s not. He’s just helping you with our goal. Go home, sleep and then talk to them about changing targets, easy peasy.”
Jisung nodded his head slowly. A knock came from the door, and Changbin let you inside.
“Time to come home, Ji. Minho agreed to watch the show you wanted to watch. Singles Inferno.” You said with a small shrug. There were so many dating shows he enjoyed that you were losing track. So you just hoped you got the correct one.
Jisung pouted at you. “I wanna watch anime.”
You nodded. “Anime it is then. I’ll finish the song tomorrow. We can go home, nap and watch anime.”
Jisung looked at Hyunjin, who nodded encouragingly at him. “Alright. Sounds good.”
You grabbed his hand and walked with him to the door. He put on his shoes and jacket. “Thanks for calling me, Bin.”
Changbin nodded. “Anytime, Noona.” He smiled lightly at you.
You took Jisung home. You got him to your room, where you both got ready for bed. You both climbed into bed, and Minho joined Jisung’s other side. The three of you watched the anime of Jisung’s choice on the TV, though Ji didn’t last five minutes before he was flat out asleep. His head on your shoulder as he slept.
You and Minho shared a soft, fond look as you both watched the younger male. He was dramatic, but he was yours, and you wouldn’t change him for the world. Though Hyunjin was on your hit list for riling him up. So quietly as not to wake Jisung, you and Minho discussed a plan to get back at Hyunjin for playing into the dramatics.
Back in the HyunBin dorm, Hyunjin woke up with a gasp. He was shivering. He frowned. He had gone to bed not long after you and Jisung left. He shivered again.
Changbin entered the room, having heard Hyunjin. “Are you okay?”
Hyunjin looked at him for a moment and shook his head. “Nightmare.” He whispered. “It had to have been a nightmare. It felt like... something was cursing me.”
Changbin stayed with him for the rest of the night. It was just a nightmare, right?
Fanfiction is supposed to be cringy. You're allowed to write bad. You're allowed to be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be self indulgent. You're allowed to be cringe. Let yourself be cringe. Fanfiction is supposed to be fun. Stop putting arbitrary rules on yourself and be free.
pairing: bf!jeongin x chronic fatigue!reader x queerplatonic!felix
genre: hurt/comfort, fluff
wc: 1.7k
cw: gn!reader, dissociation, overthinking, cuddling + kissing (platonic + romantic), these bitches need to communicate, everyone is aspec* because I said so, petnames: my liege, angel
masterlist | synopsis: you need to be compressed to feel normal. unfortunately, your boyfriend hates physical affection.
a/n: if you can't comprehend the concept of platonic physical affection and have something to say about felix friendship with them I do not want to hear it !! allos** get more normal about close friendships NOW! not proofread
*on the aromantic/asexual spectrum **people who aren't aromantic/asexual
the world felt like it was all just out of reach. everything around you felt ever so slightly off, too dreamlike to be real but too real to be a dream. and your face, your reflection in the mirror… it looked more like a poorly made clone than yourself. like a shitty clay sculpture your spirit was inhabiting.
your body felt like clay, too, sluggish and heavy. moving felt like wading through thick mud.
tar filled your head, and it took far too much effort to form much thought past the awareness of how wrong everything felt, how painful your existence was.
all your usual methods weren't working very well today. your distractions weren't distracting enough, the weighted blanket didn't feel weigh you down, even eating ice didn't shake the fog from your brain this time. and the one thing that never failed to help was out of reach.
your boyfriend wasn't keen on touching. it normally didn't bother you, even if you often yearned to climb all over him and smother his pretty face in kisses, and wrap yourself around him like a weed and never let go. you could restrain yourself. but right now, all you wanted, all you needed was to be held and squeezed tight until you felt real again. maybe it wouldn't fix everything, but it would definitely help to cuddle your boyfriend.
you couldn't ask him for that, though. even if he agreed to it, you knew he would hate every second of it.
there was a soft buzz against your hand. distantly, you registered it as a text notification and slowly brought your phone screen to your face. felix was texting you again, some stupid video he'd seen. out of all of jeongin's friends, you were the closest to him. both of you were fiends for any kind of physical affection, and you were always able to sit close, drape yourself over him and cuddle whenever you wanted, satisfy the desire for the type of closeness you couldn't get from your boyfriend.
he didn't mind. the three of you had been around each other long enough that the lines blurred without question, quick kisses swapped in passing, soft, lingering touches and tender words that made the other boys side eye you more than a little. it made sense to you, and that was all that mattered.
felix's excitement practically radiated through the screen when you texted him to come over, and it took him all of five minutes to let himself into the apartment with his own, heavier weighted blanket and pain relief, your knight in shining armour.
"you called, my liege," he announced, with an air of grandiosity that didn't quite match his sweat suit and mussed hair.
"mm… thank you, ser lix," you replied with a weak smile, making half an attempt to shift yourself closer to him under the covers.
"ah, ah, stay there, angel. save your energy." he draped the second blanket over the bed before crawling in next to you, gathering you into his arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead. "is this enough? or do you need me to lay on you?"
"on me, please," you whispered, eyes already slipping closed from his warmth.
"alright." you were already asleep by the time felix settled over you.
you loved felix dearly, but it just wasn't the same. when you woke, for a few seconds you could almost convince yourself that it was jeongin crushing you against the mattress. still, you regained consciousness and it wasn't your innie touching you.
you knew what you were signing up for when you started dating him. you thought you could handle it. and yet… here you were, pining for someone you already had. maybe you weren't as compatible as you originally thought, and that idea scared you right to your core. he, aside from felix, was the only person who'd ever understood you properly and embraced every part of you in a way no one else had. you couldn't lose someone so close to your heart. if you did, you weren't sure you'd ever find it again. you needed to talk to him, but to be honest you were far too scared of what would happen if you did.
in the back of your hazy mind, you were vaguely aware of how desperate that sounded. you could stand to have more self respect, probably, but that was just another item on the list of things you were too tired to think about.
"angel? are you okay?"
oh. felix was awake. "yeah. yeah, i'm fine," you lied, keeping your eyes trained on the ceiling. a single glimpse into his half-awake puppy eyes would have you spilling your heart out through your mouth. it wasn't like he hadn't heard the whole spiel a hundred times before, anyway. you should stop beating the long-dead horse.
did jeongin even want to touch you at all? did the thought of it disgust him? was the thought of cuddling you really that unbearable? it ate at you.
"i'm going to go and get some water," you said quietly.
felix shifted off you, lifting the covers to let you leave the bed easier. "do you need me to come with?"
"i'm good." sitting up made your head spin, and you were already out of breath from even such a small action. it was almost enough to get you to give up and flop back into bed again, but you were determined to do this by yourself. you weren't good, but you needed some time alone.
you reached out to grip the cane resting beside your bed, pushing yourself up on shaky legs.
something about these kinds of days always made you feel like you should have been a tortoise, with your speed (or lack thereof) in getting to places just inside your apartment, hobbling around like you were already eighty.
your hands trembled as you filled your cup and took a sip, and out of the corner of your eye, you caught a flash of black hair by the sofa.
"innie…?"
no response.
limping closer, you leaned over the back of the couch, finding him curled up on the cushions, scrolling on his phone.
he was pouting. normally you'd think that was cute, coo at him and poke his cheeks until he swatted your hands away. somehow, it seemed different this time. he wasn't in the mood to be told he was your precious little baby.
"jeongin…"
after a few seconds, he rolled onto his back, staring up at you with his hands folded over his chest. his eyebags were so pronounced. had he been sleeping well? you hadn't seen him much this week since his schedule had ramped up so much before the comeback.
resting your cane against the back of the sofa, you reached your arm down, moving to cup his face, but you stopped yourself just in time, letting it dangle beside him. to your surprise, he grasped your wrist, holding your hand to his cheek and covering it with his own. jeongin's eyes fluttered closed, savouring the contact the two of you hadn't shared for far too long.
your breath stuttered in your chest when you felt his warm skin under your fingers. "are… are you okay?"
"why don't you touch me?"
"what?"
"why don't you touch me? like you do with lix-hyung?" he opened his eyes again, his soulful gaze making something crumble inside you. "do you not want to touch me?"
oh.
"i thought you didn't want to touch me," you whispered, and you could feel yourself twisting the knife further as you spoke. "you always hate it with the others. and when i asked for it you never seemed that interested. i thought… you were just putting up with it to make me happy. i didn't want to make you uncomfortable so i stopped."
jeongin sat up, hooking his chin over the couch cushions. "i did like it. i just… wasn't used to liking it."
he clutched at your shirt, pulling you closer as you sat on the arm of the sofa and wrapping his arms around your waist. "when you backed off i thought it would be fine, but… i missed you. i miss holding hands, and cuddling and even when you're smothering me in kisses in front of the guys. i can't help but feel like you're slipping away from me, and seeing you with lix—you know i don't care, but i wish you'd asked me, y'know?"
"innie…" you stroked his cheek with your thumb. "i'm sorry, i should have said something. i was going to ask you, but…" you chewed on the inside of your cheek. "i thought you wouldn't want to."
"i'm sorry too."
"do you want to join us?" you asked.
"yes. please." jeongin kissed your stomach over your clothes before scooping you into his arms, grabbing your cane and ferrying you back to the bedroom. he dropped you back on the bed next to felix, plucking your water out of your hand and placing it on the nightstand before climbing in with you under the covers.
"can you lay on top of me?" you murmured.
"are you sure? i don't want to hurt you."
"i'm sure."
hesitantly, he obliged, settling his body on top of you, pressing his face into the crook of your neck. he was warm and solid, and heavier than felix, and under two weighted blankets and your boyfriend, you finally felt compressed enough to relax. you sighed happily, one hand in jeongin's hair, running your fingers through the soft locks absentmindedly, the other beckoning felix closer again.
he shuffled over, cuddling into your side and kissing jeongin's shoulder and your cheek. "feeling good there, angel?"
you hummed in agreement. everything was finally right in the world, right then. there was something about cosplaying a squashed bug that always felt amazing, and having that with the people you loved most in the world surrounding you was your favourite feeling. even if your limbs were already going numb.
