Your tags abt Bora!! So true bestie <3 I feel like you'd also really like Chaerin! Also have you listened to their other releases yet? My personal fave songs from them are ping pong, whatever and follow me. Their discography is p short but cohesive and that's what I like abt them.
PLEASE chaerin is so cute i love her ;—; also i have! a little, i like follow me i think when i first heard it i thought it sounded like a fun song wjsn wld make which is totally a compliment
my bias + bias wrecker: there’s so many of them so it’s hard to choose.. i bias minghao, mingyu & dino, and jeonghan, jun & hoshi are bias wreckers for me
first time i heard of them: oof i can’t remember.
when i became a fan: i’ve been listening to their music for a while but i think i got into them in 2019? before an ode came out
favorite (and least favorite) title track: favorite: 24H. i love that song so much. least favorite: ready to love maybe? idk
favorite (and least favorite) b-side: favorite: trauma or fearless. least favorite: i can’t think of any
favorite (and least favorite) mv: favorite: fear or clap. least favorite: don’t have one
favorite (and least favorite) album: i don’t think i can pick one for either tbh
a concept i wished they’d try: hmm i feel like they already do a lot of different concepts so idk
what i like most about them: their choreos!! it’s always so beautiful and satisfying to watch <33
stray kids:
my bias + bias wrecker: changbin <3 bias wreckers are felix & minho
first time i heard of them: i think it was right after they debuted it seemed like everyone was talking abt them & hyping them up
when i became a fan: my pace era i think
favorite (and least favorite) title track: favorite: i am you/miroh. least favorite: levanter
favorite (and least favorite) b-side: favorite: chronosaurus/grrr/mia. least favorite: astronaut/you can stay/any
favorite (and least favorite) mv: favorite: get cool/19. least favorite: idk
favorite (and least favorite) album: favorite: miroh. least favorite: levanter/in life
a concept i wished they’d try: i feel like everyone says this abt every group but i’d love to see them to a true horror concept
what i like most about them: they’re really good performers & have good chemistry together :)
A long while back my friend @flerpdederp, the rest of the JDC Discord server and I were shitposting during one of the fluffy Fridays and accidentally developed a reader-insert AU where Anti was a sassy Suburban Mom adopting all abused kids in his vicinity and getting rid of the abusive adults. Y/N character was one of the adopted kids.
Did we care about canon? No, was it fun as hell? Absolutely.
Anyways, we made it have an angsty backstory later, trying to tie it somehow to JSE canon. In the process of doing that, we may have fucked Henrik up the most.
This is an old one-shot set in that universe.
Potato Casserole, aka that one fic where Henrik isn’t really having a good day
614 words, cw: hallucinations, soft Anti?, flashbacks to not-so-soft-Anti
Henrik woke up with a scream.
Instinctively, he clamped his hands over his mouth to muffle any more sounds. He looked around, trying to figure out where he is. Something that's become a ritual for him, ever since he got back, even though the nightmares weren't haunting him as often as before. Still, every morning, it was-
Bed, bedroom. Home.
Or-
Couch, living room. Home.
But most often, as it was now, it was basement, laboratory. Home.
He could feel his heart pounding violently in his chest as he checked the clock - the glowing red numbers indicating it's 2:30pm. Henrik sighed, his breathing heavy and laboured as if he had just ran the marathon. Sleep schedule was not something he was even remotely close to having, so it was not unusual for him to pass out during the day, but still. He could not remember what he was working on before it happened, and it was not a good sign. Rubbing at his eyes, his hands trembling every so slightly, he decided figuring out that mystery can wait.
Coffee, however, could not.
There was a quiet voice in the back of his head reminding him that caffeine won't help with calming down his nightmare-induced anxiety that he chose to ignore. He needed the comforting smell of freshly brewed coffee more than anything else right now.
It's been weeks since the last time he had that dream.
***
Stumbling into the kitchen few minutes later, slightly more collected, he was greeted by a peculiar sight. Then maybe...not so peculiar anymore? Anti and Y/N were standing shoulder to shoulder, preparing what seemed to be a potato casserole. They did not notice him entering the room, too busy preparing the masterpiece of a meal, and he smiled softly. Anti was the last person he expected to find in this situation, but somehow, for some reason, it worked for him. For the both of them - Y/N was more relaxed and at ease with every passing day. It was good, seeing them like this. He took a step further into the kitchen, meaning to walk over to the coffee machine-
And Anti heard that and turned around swiftly, pointing a knife he was using to cut potatos into thin slices at Henrik, about to speak up-
...and all Henrik heard were maniacal giggles of the Glitch-
He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide with sudden panic. "Y/N, it-it's dangerous, come here-" he choked out the words, eyes not leaving it's face that was now twisted in a grimace he could not decipher. It was not a triumphant smirk that he's learned to fear, nor was it anger that he learned to cherish, because it's anger meant that they are winning-
"...Henrik?", he heard, along with the sound of the knife dropping to the ground. The word was soft, vulnerable, hurt, and it was like a slap to his face, cutting through the terror that took over his mind.
It's not the Glitch anymore.
It's Anti.
It's Anti and you just treated him like a monster you work on convincing him he's not.
Henrik blinked and suddenly he could see the scene before his eyes clearly. Y/N looking confused - scared? you scared them - Anti with his hand reaching out to you, empty this time, his face carefully devoid of emotions except for his eyes that were filled with concern as much as with disgust, at what, you did not know - a knife on the floor, but not bloodied, not a weapon-
He turned around and fled the kitchen, the silence following him somehow louder than the sickening laughter still echoing through his head.