#kyu posts

[kyunghwannie]

Cutie Patootie 🐤💜

I couldn’t resist smiling at this :)

[kyunghwannie]

I am assuming Tzuyu and Nayeon at the Victoria's Secret show have killed you.

I have no words.

(I feel bad for Tzuyu if she was actually sick. Plus i just woke up from sleep rn and watched it on the spot and died and got revived. Nayeonnie killed me)

We can't forget Mo-Hyo🗣️

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PLEASE, INJECT HER INTO MY BLOOD 😭😭😭

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Instead of Doing pocket Nayeon in honor of the Victoria Secret show how about a pocket you for Nayeon?

On Pocket Kyu & A Certain Bunny During Her Victoria's Secret Gig...

Okay, so my inbox has been a "mess" ever since that Victoria’s Secret show, but one ask in particular from my friend caught my eye and his name is written in the ask

Instead of doing pocket Nayeon in honor of the Victoria Secret show how about a pocket Kyu for Nayeon?

You know what? That’s a fair question. A very very fair question. And since you asked so nicely, I guess I can finally tell the story of what really happened backstage that day. You guys only saw the flawless performance, the smiles on the runway, and the iconic pink outfits. But the reality, for me, was a whole lot smaller, warmer, and smelled faintly of vanilla and mischief.

So, let’s rewind. Picture this:

The backstage area was absolute, beautiful chaos. It was a hurricane of hairspray, glitter, and nervous energy. Models who looked like they were carved from marble were stalking around in silk robes, while stylists and makeup artists buzzed around them like frantic, artistic bees. And in the middle of it all was the TWICE dressing room, our own little pocket of hyper-focused energy. Jihyo was doing vocal warm-ups, Momo was stretching in a way that defied physics, and Tzuyu was meditating in a corner, looking like a serene goddess amidst the storm.

And then there was Nayeon. And me. A 2.5-inch-tall me, to be exact.

For most of the prep, I was perched safely on her designated makeup station, navigating a landscape of giant lipstick tubes and mountains of fluffy powder puffs. From my perspective, it was like being in a futuristic city of cosmetics. But it was hard to get her attention. She was a giantess, a beautiful, towering deity being prepped for worship.

After the final touch of gloss was applied to those perfect, heart-shaped lips, she finally turned her full attention to me. Her face, descending from the heavens, filled my entire vision.

I could see the tiny, almost invisible flecks of gold in her dark brown eyes, the flawless texture of her skin, the way her long lashes cast delicate shadows on her cheeks.

Her voice, when she spoke, wasn't just a sound; it was a physical presence, a warm, gentle vibration that washed over me.

"Are you getting a good view from down there, my tiny Kyu?"

she murmured, her breath a sweet, warm breeze.

Before I could answer, she giggled, a sound that rumbled through the vanity table. "No, that’s no good. You can’t see me properly."

Her fingers, impossibly gentle, approached me. It was like watching two plush, perfectly manicured pillars descend. She carefully scooped me up, her thumb and forefinger creating a secure little seat.

The heat from her skin was immediate, seeping into me, making me feel safe and utterly possessed all at once. She lifted me up, up, up, until we were finally eye-to-eye.

And what a sight she was. 🫣

From this vantage point, I could fully appreciate the art that was her outfit. The bra, a delicate confection of baby-pink lace, was the "Wink Push-Up Balconette Bra" they called it.

And damn, did it push up. It lifted her adorable, round breasts, creating an albeit small but cute valley of cleavage that looked like the most inviting place on earth.

The lace was intricate, a soft web over her warm, glowing skin. Below it, the mini skirt—cleverly fashioned from some kind of soft, casual hoodie material—hugged the top of her hips, a playful contrast to the overt sexiness of the bra. It was short. Dangerously short. Every time she shifted her weight, it threatened to reveal more.

And the boots. My god, the boots. Knee-high, covered in fluffy baby-pink fur, they made her already long legs look infinite. She was a vision of soft, playful, powerful femininity.

She held me there for a moment, her gaze locked on mine. A slow, devastating smirk spread across her lips.

"Better?"

I must have nodded, probably looking completely star-struck, because her smirk widened, revealing those iconic bunny teeth.

They can kill me, yes. She is just that lethal Sometimes

"Good," she said, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "But the show is about to start. I can’t just leave you here… and I can't hold you the whole time." Her eyes darted around, a mischievous glint in them. Her gaze landed on the plush, white fur jacket draped over her chair—the final piece of her stage costume.

"I have an idea…"

She brought me closer to her chest. The scent of her perfume was intoxicating, a cloud of sweet florals and warm vanilla. She slipped on the fur jacket, leaving it unzipped. It was an ethereal halo of light pink fluff around her pink-laced form.

"I need to keep you somewhere safe," she purred, her eyes twinkling. "And warm."

And then, she did it.

With the same impossible gentleness, she lowered me down… right into the valley between her breasts.

My world exploded into a sensory overload of softness and warmth. On one side, I was pressed against the incredibly soft, feathery lining of the fur jacket.

On the other… was Nayeon. Her skin was impossibly smooth, radiating a heat that felt like a low-grade fever. I was nestled right against the delicate lace trim of her balconette bra.

From my new home, I had the most obscene, incredible view imaginable. I was literally tucked between the soft, pillowy mounds of the infamous Nay-Boobies–, ahh pillows, yes

They were magnificent. Two perfect, warm globes of flesh, pushed up and together by the engineering of her bra.

I could feel the steady, powerful thump-thump-thump of her heartbeat vibrating through her entire ribcage, a rhythmic drumbeat right beside my ear.

Every time she took a breath, I rose and fell with the gentle swell of her chest. It was like being on the world’s softest, warmest ocean.

She looked down at me, her chin tilted, a look of pure, satisfied amusement on her face.

"Comfy in there, my tiny Kyu?"

Her voice was a deep, resonant rumble that vibrated from her chest straight through my entire body.

"Don't get lost~"

she teased, before wiggling her shoulders just a little, making her chest jiggle and shift around me. It was a deliberate, torturous movement. I was completely at her mercy, not that i mind it hehe.

She then reached up and pulled me out of my heaven before gently putting in the inner pocket of her fur jacket which was so small but just enough to conceal my hiding spot from the world, creating our own little secret, heated paradise. The jacket was so small that the pocket was nesr her side of chest lol.

Well, who complains? If i Don't move much, we will be fine.

Maybe her dancing would give me leverage to move without being caugh– No, Kyu! No horny! Be good

Then i heard her voice,

"There,"

she whispered, her voice a secret promise just for me. "Now you’ll have the best seat in the house."

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So, to answer your question… yeah. It was definitely a thing. It happened.

And I can tell you, as she walked out onto that runway, her hips swaying to the music, her body moving with that electrifying confidence…

I felt every single heartbeat, every breath, every vibration.

And let's just say… the view was divine. 😉💖

And she didn't totally torture me with that outfit later at hotel ofc

[kyunghwannie]

Guess who just decided to make their late-night hyperfixations everyone else’s problem?? 🙋‍♂️

After staring at my ceiling for entirely too long and realizing my brain won't stop generating plotlines, i finally bit the bullet. i made an official fanprose account!

Come validate my questionable writing choices over here before the sheer weight of my unwritten drafts physically crushes me. i will be taking no further questions at this time.

Kyunghwannie

Just a bird writing about it's queens – TWICE 🍭

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HMMMMMM.... Guess what i have in...some store..

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[kyunghwannie]

IT IS JIHYO DAY (ノ°Д°）ノ

260201 // happy birthday, jihyo.

> park jihyo (n.) : the switch type of leader personified; the girl who waited ten years to hold the world in her hands.

it’s the way she looks at her members like they are the only things that matter. it’s the way her voice can fill a stadium but still feel like a personal lullaby. to our fearless leader, our god jihyo, our eternal center.

thank you for never giving up. thank you for the ten years of waiting and the years of running that followed. thank you for being the pillar that holds twice together, for being the shoulder they lean on, and the smile that brightens our darkest days.

twenty-nine looks beautiful on you. may this year be filled with as much warmth as you give to us.

now playing: closer – jihyo

1:01 ───⊙─────── 3:24

I physically cannot comprehend that Park Jihyo is 29. TWENTY. NINE. Like??? Ma'am??? Did you discover the fountain of youth during Signal era and just gatekeep it from the rest of us?? She is literally aging in reverse while I am here rotting in front of my laptop refreshing AO3. 💀💀💀

Let’s look at the material, folks:

THE VOCALS: 🗣️🎤 When she hits those high notes, my skin clears, my crops water, and my writer’s block is miraculously cured.

THE LEADER ENERGY: The way she herds 8 chaotic feral cats (affectionate) is the only leadership inspo I need.

THE THIGHS: I don’t even need to elaborate. If you know, you know. I am looking disrespectfully. 👁️👄👁️

AS A FANFIC WRITER, TODAY IS A HOLIDAY.

Every photo dropped today is fueling at least 3 new AUs in my head and I am struggling.

Jihyo in a suit? CEO AU where she buys my company just to fire me.

Jihyo smiling? Fluff oneshot where she's the barista who remembers my order.

Jihyo existing? 500k word slow burn Enemies-to-Lovers soulmate AU.

(btw update on my "When Hearts Remember" fic coming soon, i swear, stop yelling at me in the comments 😭✋)

To our God Jihyo:

Thank you for years of training hell just to emerge as the diamond you are. Thank you for being the glue of TWICE. Thank you for Killin' Me Good and absolutely destroying my sanity. 🛐🛐🛐

I hope you eat all the good food and Sana gives me (yes, me, not you) a kiss (ON CHEEK OR LIPS I DON'T CARE I WILL WRITE ABOUT IT EITHER WAY).

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ:･ﾟ✧ ALL HAIL GODDESS JIHYO ✧･ﾟ: ヽ(◕ヮ◕ヽ)

Now if you'll excuse me, I’m going to go stream Zone until my neighbors call the police and cry over fancams from 2018.

BYE. 🏃‍♀️💨