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cheekyquokka

I’m not familiar with the group but I just wanna say I’m so sorry for the fans and even more so his family, friends and members. I also wanna say, do not feel silly if you are upset. You are allowed to grieve people that you don’t know personally. Whenever stuff like this happens, there are shitty people who go out of their way to try and make people feel stupid for reacting. Ignore them. Again, you are allowed to grieve for people you don’t know personally, there’s nothing silly about that.

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my deepest condolences go to his family and friends. if what the media is saying turns to be true i hope we all learn that idols are human too, they suffer too and they must be going through harsh things we will never know about so please please try and be kind and understanding. please remember that your idol is not only a little doll or a robot on your screen, not even your emotional dumpster or punching bag; they will need help, they will break down too and the pressure from the media, fans and haters will only make their dark times even worse.

from the bottom of my heart i wish moonbin a good rest and much needed peace. i actually hope the media gives the family their rightful time to mourn and nothing gets outed without their consent. moonbin’s death is a matter of his loved ones first and foremost, so also remember to not pry or make speculations about what must have driven him into this fatal conclusion. remain respectful (and also, in case you lack any decency and braincells, do not make jokes about this on twitter or any social media for the love of god).

yunwooz

people are going to make thinkpieces and use this as an argument for whatever agenda they're trying to push but im begging you please respect moonbin and his life and his family and those close to him, please be delicate and respectful, please let him rest in peace and let those around him grieve in peace too

krushing

what i want to say is that music is a thing of joy for most people. to love an artist or their work, to root for them, is mostly because the music makes us feel happy and supported and seen. sometimes it just makes passing the time easier. feeling saddened or hurt now is valid and real. a connection like this feels and is personal. you’re a human being with a heart. we all are. take care of yourself and look after yourself in any way you can. processing something like this can take minutes to hours to days. look after your heart and your well-being. take it slow if you need to. be gentle with yourself and be gentle to those you know, if they may need it too. let that gentleness and care echo.

februaryflowers

the way to a choi san’s heart is through his maruchan ramen

san randomly strolls into the dorm kitchen one day and also strolls into your heart at the same time

warnings: loud noise, hot take san is a cs major… (sorry…im not that sorry though…im standing by this decision), yeosang is an implied engineering physics major (i am, however, sorry to yeosang for that one…)

straight up fluff, 2987 words, san x reader | college au (has a lot of american college experience elements like dorm building living n stuff), a little love at first sight vibes??

a/n: im sorry but if i have to be stuck in stem then im gonna force uni au ateez to be too 💔 also fish tofu mention bc fish tofu is my love and part of this fic was inspired by real events to some extent LOL

Watching pedestrians shiver in their coats outside through the window makes you wince. It’s a good thing you didn’t go outside tonight. You don’t think you would’ve survived all that wind in the freezing temperatures.

But alas, you still need something to eat for dinner, so it’s a night of instant ramen for you. Standing in the toasty dorm kitchen boiling noodles is plenty good enough for you, though, as long as it means that you don’t have to go out today.

Turning back to the stove, you place the brick in the pot, submerging it fully with a fork before you turn on a timer. With everything set, you return to the glass, watching the world go by below you.

However your peaceful reverie doesn’t last long, a crash coming that makes you jump and grimace.

“Sorry!” sounds through the air, and when you finally open your eyes, the voice’s owner is squatting on the ground, picking up his own pot and a small bag.

As he rises to his full height, he finally finds the courage and meets your eyes, his cheeks growing a pink similar to that of some of the bustling students down on the street.

“Oh, sorry!” he exclaims again. “Were you making something? I can come back later.”

“It’s okay,” you smile, stepping to the side to give him room at the counter. “You can use that burner; I’ll be done soon anyway.”

With a quiet nod, he goes to the sink before placing his cookware on the stove. “I didn’t mean to startle you, sorry.”

“It’s alright,” you chuckle. “Accidents happen…”

“San,” he finishes. “I’m San.”

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