although seoyul is korean, she’s got a lot of japanese relatives by marriage, and they gave her a japanese name to use while visiting. she uses it elsewhere too because she thinks it sounds cool.
that was the inspiration behind her stage name! she wanted something cool sounding other than her korean name.
most likely the one responsible for getting dal into anime. she talks about her favourite animes a lot, including the story where milo had to talk her out of getting a phantom troupe spider tattoo on her back.
she’s fluent in japanese, korean, and english. she gives the other members japanese lessons occasionally. she’s the self proclaimed representative for their japanese fans.
the other members joke that she acts a lot taller than she is. 5’5 with a 6’2 personality.
— in which yeonwoo picks up honghui off his ass and attempts to help him get over his ex
“dude, this is getting ridiculous,” yeonwoo said loudly, pounding on the door of the bedroom, “get out here.”
it’d been over a day since honghui had left his room for more than two minutes. the only people that had seen him were minjae and jihoon, but even that’s just because they share a room. they’d tried multiple things to get him out of bed, minjae started jumping on the bed with him on it at one point, and not even that worked.
he’d been sulking all day over hayoon, and frankly, yeonwoo was sick of it.
“i’m not gonna stop pounding on the door until you get out here and stop being sorry for yourself!”
after a few seconds, yeonwoo heard a muffled, “why should i?” from inside the room.
“because i ordered kimchi fried rice from your favourite takeout place,” she answered, “so you can either stay in there wallowing in your own self pity or eat.”
it took a few seconds, but soon the door cracked open and honghui poked his head through.
“you can come in,” he said quietly.
“i know that would work,” yeonwoo said, smiling to herself as she opened the door further, letting herself into the room with two takeout boxes in her arms.
while the two of them sat on honghui’s bed with him scarfing down his food like he hadn’t eaten in a week, yeonwoo suddenly piped up, “so, spill it. what happened between you two and why are you so upset about it?”
honghui swallowed, sighing dramatically, “it was... it was a lot of things honestly. a lot of things that kinda just built up until i- realized this wasn’t gonna work- i guess.”
yeonwoo nodded solemnly, “do you wanna... elaborate?”
“god, you sound like a guidance counsellor.”
“i’m trying to help, hong,” he couldn’t help but chuckle at yeonwoo’s dramatic, drawn out tone when saying the stupid nickname she gave him. “consider me your part time therapist.”
“definitely not. i don’t think you’re qualified to be my therapist.”
“says who?”
“says me.”
“just tell me what happened between you and this bitch!”
“she’s not-!”
yeonwoo quickly shushes honghui’s protests, “don’t even. she’s a bitch. i don’t know what happened, but she’s a bitch.”
“it was just...” honghui jabbed his utensils into his takeout box while he tried find his words, “like i said, it was a lot of things that just built up over time- like how she only seemed to want to hang out with me when her friends were around? like she wanted to show me off almost?”
yeonwoo hummed in disapproval as honghui continued, “this one time i overheard her talking on the phone to one of her friends about me, and another time i saw some texts her friend had sent her. the whole thing just felt- off.”
she furrowed her eyebrows and simply replied, “that stinks. what did the texts say?”
honghui took another jab at his food, “her friend said something about how i was ruining their friendship... she also mentioned how hayoon thought i was clingy.”
“the fuck was she expecting?” yeonwoo blurted, “if you’re gonna be in a relationship it’d be nice if you were somewhat committed to the relationship.”
“i was pretty clingy though-“
“shut the fuck up,” she replied in a harsh yet reassuring tone, “being committed to a relationship isn’t clingy.”
honghui sighed, knowing that yeonwoo was defending him much more than she should’ve been, although it was probably in an effort to get him up off his ass, which he appreciated. instead of saying any of that, he rubbed his eyes and groaned, “i can’t believe i lost my virginity to her.”
yeonwoo scoffed, “what’s the worst she can do, write an angry tweet about your tiny dick?”
“hey-! i’m average.”
“you measure?”
“...who doesn’t?”
“anyways...” yeonwoo took a bite of her food, continuing, “you need to get up and get over her, she’s not worth your time! i can make plans with some friends for dinner tonight somewhere?”
honghui hesitated, not wanting to leave his bed but also realizing that he needed to sometime soon. he finally replied, “sure, just not minjung and jaemin, i don’t wanna see any more couples right now.”
“yeah, yeah, get over it you big baby,” yeonwoo laughed, “i can text dahyun and chaeyoung, how about that?”
“and tzuyu?” honghui asked.
“yeah, of course, tzuyu too,” she replied, pulling out her phone.
honghui sat up straighter, setting his empty takeout box on his bedside table, “since we’re going out tonight, i’m gonna go shower.”
“good idea, you haven’t left your bed in a day,” yeonwoo said, crinkling her nose. she stopped honghui before he left the room though, clapping her hand on his shoulder.
“hayoon isn’t worth your time, or energy,” she said, “but if it’s still bothering you, you know you can y’all to me, right? or minjung, or yongmi, or jihoon- or anyone.”
honghui smiled warmly, feeling a sense of relief wash over him that he hadn’t felt in weeks.
summary : why are milo and eri so close, yet so awkward with each other?
characters : zhao honghui , jung yeonwoo
genre : eighdj i wanna say angst but i dunno i’m bad at writing angst ig it’s kinda an angst/fluff hybrid
warnings : yhh probably none?? jus sad boy hours n a breakup but the breakup was mostly on good terms so it’s fine. also the entire thing might not make any sense i dunno
words : 1.5k
[ november 2018, 8:54 pm , behind the smke building ]
honghui’s phone lit up.
[ new message from : yeonwoo <3 ]
[ yeonwoo : are you still here? i want to talk to you ]
a feeling of dread instantly overcame honghui. yeonwoo never texted him like that.
he sighed, running a hand through his hair, which was damp from sweat. he’d stayed a little later than usual that night to get some extra training in, just to make up for a few practices he felt like he could’ve done better in. he never felt like his practice was enough, like he wasn’t able to show his full potential. although he tried to convince himself, with the help of yeonwoo, that he was doing great and he would improve.
he read the message again, and then sent one back.
[ honghui : i’m still here, i’m staying a bit late. is everything okay? ]
it took a minute for yeonwoo to respond, but he received another short message from her.
[ yeonwoo : everything’s fine, i just wanna talk about something. meet me behind the building? where you and the others used to go ]
he knew exactly where she was talking about.
before honghui started dating yeonwoo, and before yeonwoo helped him quit smoking weed, he had a certain spot he’d go to with a few other trainees who had picked up smoking, they had a name for this place, “the spot”. simple, but they all understood what it meant.
“the spot” was a small place behind the smke building where the security cameras didn’t reach, it was sort of a little hideout for trainees to go where they wouldn’t be caught. honghui hasn’t been there in a long time, this only worsened the feeling of dread growing stronger in the pit of his stomach.
he typed one more message to yeonwoo before grabbing his things and leaving the practice room.
[ honghui : i’ll be there soon ]
before heading to the door, honghui made a quick stop at a bathroom on the way to wash up. he had just gotten out of practice, and would prefer to freshen up a little bit before meeting up with his girlfriend.
he splashed his face with water from a running faucet and attempted to fix his hair a little. he found a hoodie in his bag from earlier, so he took off his sweaty practice shirt and put the hoodie on.
“ugh, that’ll have to do,” he mumbled to himself, sighing quietly. with that, he was out the door and heading to the spot. the spot where really nothing great happens, the spot where the druggies go, what could go wrong! he thought to himself.
what a stupid question! a whole lot could go wrong!
the fresh air outside was kind of nice. he hasn’t been outside much that day, and the cool breeze comforted him a little. the light of day had long since dwindled, replacing the brilliant hues of the pink and orange sunset with darker blues and purples. the moonlight illuminated the concrete in front of him, and he could see a shadow just around the corner of the building.
he turned the corner, and yeonwoo was standing there.
“hey.” she was wearing his hoodie, that was the first thing honghui noticed. the grey hoodie he let her keep on their first date, it was huge on her, it almost covered her shorts.
“hey,” honghui replied, “sorry, i just got back from training so i’m kind of sweaty.”
“it’s fine. can i just talk to you about something? i’ve been thinking about it for the past week.”
the feeling of dread returned almost instantly. mentally shoving the feeling aside, honghui replied, “of course, what is it?”
yeonwoo took a deep breath, “okay, you know how the final lineup for the new group has been confirmed, right, and you know how we’re both supposed to be in the group?”
honghui nodded.
“well... i’ve been thinking...” yeonwoo fiddled with the strings on the hoodie, “i... ugh, i don’t know how to word it.”
“it’s okay, take your time,” honghui replied reassuringly, even though he could sense what was coming.
“uh, i- i think we should take a break.” yeonwoo stuttered through her words.
honghui froze, feeling his chest tighten. he was right, he was dreading this conversation for a reason.
yeonwoo continued, “it’s because we’re debuting soon, and- uh- i just think now isn’t really the time for a relationship. we’re gonna be so busy, and i think it’ll be better for the group as a whole.”
honghui still stayed silent, was this really how it would end? they were only together for four months, sure, but honghui genuinely loved yeonwoo. she was his first relationship, and she helped him through a lot in those four months. she helped him quit doing drugs. he thought they were perfect together.
although, he supposed, it wasn’t her fault, it was their schedules’ fault she decided they had to break things off. being an idol isn’t exactly a laid-back career, in a few months time, they would be booked 24/7. it didn’t seem right that it was going to end like this.
yeonwoo met honghui’s gaze for a split second, pale moonlight illuminating her glossy eyes, before she looked back down at the ground, “i- look, i’m really sorry, but i think it’s for the best. i- i know you don’t deal with super busy schedules super well, so it’s already gonna be a lot for you, and-“
“it’s okay, i get it,” honghui reassured her. he didn’t think it was fair, but he understood it was for the best.
“oh.” yeonwoo froze, “i didn’t think you would take it that well honestly.”
“no i actually appreciate you making a decision now, instead of a few months down the road when it becomes too much to handle.” honghui replied.
“i just think it’d be good for the group as a whole, too, like in the long run, you know?” yeonwoo continued, “someone would no doubt find out about us eventually, and knowing the public, they probably wouldn’t take it well. idols dating is already a touchy subject, imagine two idols from the same group.”
“i can only imagine,” honghui said. he never understood why certain subjects, like dating, were such a taboo in the industry. he always thought the standards for idols were ridiculously high, and he thought that idols got treated less like humans and more like... a vintage porcelain dolls in a glass display case, or something like that.
“well, thanks for understanding. that’s one of the things i love about you, you’re such an understanding person. i know this isn’t the most ideal way we could’ve ended things, but better now than later.” yeonwoo looked back up at him, smiling a little sadly.
“hey, it’s not like we’re never gonna see each other again,” honghui said, “we’ll see each other every day, and even if we’re not together we’ll still be best friends, right?”
“of course we will be! even if it’s awkward for a while...” eri said reassuringly.
“yeah...”
the silence that almost instantly filled the air seemed deafening. the pair didn’t know what would happen next. it was over, now what? you could practically hear all the thoughts bouncing around both of their heads.
that was interrupted when honghui heard yeonwoo sniffle. “are you crying?”
yeonwoo had her head down so honghui couldn’t see her face, but when she looked up, honghui noticed tears streaming down her cheeks. “i- i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to cry. i just feel so bad...”
when honghui heard yeonwoo’s voice quiver, he immediately crouched down to wrap her in a tight hug. “don’t cry! you didn’t do anything wrong!”
yeonwoo sighed and laid her head down on his shoulder, “it just doesn’t feel like the right way to end things,” she mumbled.
“it feels like that a bit, yeah,” honghui replied, “but you had a reason, and i understand. i think now would be the best time anyway, what if we had a rough breakup while promoting with our group? i don’t think i’d wanna see something like that go down.”
“i guess so,” yeonwoo said, wiping under her eyes with her sweater sleeve, “do you want your hoodie back?”
honghui shook his head, chuckling softly, “it’s okay, you can keep it. do you want to go back inside now? it’s getting cold.”
yeonwoo nodded, “yeah, let’s go.”
strangely, honghui felt a sense of relief as him and yeonwoo walked hand-in-hand back inside, almost like they hadn’t broken up. of course, they’d still see each other probably every day from then on, and he knew they’d always be best friends, because he knew they got along great even when they weren’t dating.
they didn’t have to be boyfriend and girlfriend to help each other, and yeonwoo would still remain one of the best things that ever happened to honghui so far.
“NSFW stands for never saw frickn’ whales.” to the pairing of your like 💕🥺
summary : min tries desperately to protect orion’s innocence, and eri is not helping.
pairing : kang minjung + jung yeonwoo + appearances from song jihoon (!! platonic !!)
genre : comedy ?
words : 0.4k
“minjuuuuung! get over here!”
minjung practically jumped over a chair to get from the kitchen to the living room. in the living room, jihoon, the one who called her, was sitting on the couch with his phone in his hand. across from him, next to where minjung stood, yeonwoo was on a separate armchair with a glass of water watching some tv show that minjung didn’t recognize. not like she watched much tv anyway.
“jihoon? what is it?” she asked.
“what does nsfw mean?”
minjung’s eyes shot open, mouth slightly agape. “and why the hell do you need to know that?”
jihoon shrugged, “i found this weird website called ao3. its got a bunch of stories about other idols, so i looked us up on it,” he explained, “i found this one, apparently it’s about yeonwoo and honghui, and in the description it says nsfw.”
yeonwoo nearly spit out her drink, “it fucking WHAT?”
jihoon, a little confused by yeonwoo’s sudden outburst, said, “what, is it something bad?”
“nope!” minjung said quickly.
“it’s-“ yeonwoo started, but was quickly cut off by minjung.
“so,” minjung started, stumbling over her words while desperately trying to protect jihoon’s sweet sweet innocence, “nsfw is like- it’s- it’s like a way of saying-“
“it’s-“ yeonwoo started before getting interrupted by minjung once again.
“NSFW STANDS FOR... nnnnever saw frickn’ whales,” minjung blurted. yeonwoo looked at her with a look of confusion, as if saying ‘what the fuck?’ with her eyes. “yeah. never saw frickn’ whales.”
“okay...” jihoon said, obviously not sure if he should believe her or not, “why would that be on a story about us then?”
minjung shrugged, “pfft, beats me. now, that my work is done here, i’ll be back in the kitchen, goodbye.” she turned around to walk out of the living room, but as she did, yeonwoo leaned closer to her whispered something to her.
“dude, what was that all about?” yeonwoo whispered.
“i’m not telling him what that means!” minjung whispered back.
“he’s literally 16. he’s old enough to know what that means.”
“i didn’t when i was 16!”
“the hell kinda sheltered life are you living? anyway, i think we should be more concerned about to fact that someone is writing smut between me and honghui!”
minjung snorted at that. yeonwoo didn’t reply but simply punched her in the arm.
