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@/chaeunmoo - whᥱrᥱ ყoυ ᥲrᥱ ι rᥱmᥲιᥒ ❤️

PROFILE 《

SOFT TIES

Disclaimer: This is all fiction and purely for entertainment purposes only. Pictures or any other type of visual content are taken from various sites, as they are not owned by me. I do not claim to be Cho Miyeon or know her.

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miyeosin

CHO MIYEON "Don't Ever Say Goodbye" Official Music Video - NUTOИ (Feat. MIYEON)

#🥀.miyeon aesthetic

idles-neverland

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환경의 날 기후행동 홍보대사가 되었어요🍀💕 녹색 대한민국 함께해요☺️ @ mceekorea

#🥀.cho miyeon

idles-neverland

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｡* .ᰔ ଘ(∗ ɞ̴̶̷ ·̮ ɞ̴̶̷ )੭່˙ .⁺ ˖ ⌒ 좋아 죽게써~🐶 (흑발 와따)

#🥀.cho miyeon

yourmiyeon

Sleep never came. not even close. She had spent the last hour staring at the ceiling, thoughts circling endlessly until a sudden light cuts through the darkness of the room from the bathroom doorway. For a second, she ignores it. Stubbornness first. Hurt second. But curiosity always wins eventually. The blanket slips from her legs as she quietly gets up, walking toward the bathroom where the phone still rests on silent on the counter, the notification illuminating faintly against the dim space. her brows knit slightly before pressing play. And the second his voice fills the room again. Something in her chest loosens painfully.

She stays still through all of it, fingers tightening slightly around the phone the longer he speaks. Because somehow, hearing him say it out loud hits harder than she expected.

..all I could think about was how badly I wished I was standing there holding the banner and watching you instead…

Her eyes close briefly. A quiet breath.

"Idiot…" the word comes out softer than intended, affectionate despite everything.

The tightness in her chest eases just enough to breathe properly again, guilt creeping in almost immediately afterward for hanging up on him in the first place. Walking back to the bed. Thumb hovering over the screen. Once. Twice. Then finally.

VOICE NOTE:

"Dongmin-ah…" her voice comes quieter this time, worn down by the hour and everything sitting heavy on her chest. Soft fabric rustles faintly in the background as she shifts beneath the blankets. "I know…" a small pause follows, "but we said we’d see each other and it’s been so many weekends now…" Her breath catches slightly before she continues, more honest than she meant to be tonight,

"..and it still doesn’t make sense to me why they won’t let you take off, so I keep doing this stupid thing where I look for you anyway. In the crowd… backstage… whenever someone hands me flowers…" a quieter breath leaves her.

"I keep thinking I’m just gonna look up and see you standing there.." Silence lingers for a second after that, like she almost says something else. Something heavier. but she stops herself before the words fully form.

"…anyway.. you should sleep now.. it’s late and I don't want you tired when you have a long day ahead. Good night."

Send.

chaeunmoo

Night folds around the barracks making it quieter, not silent. Never silent. Mechanical humming of the old ventilation units continuing their endless labor through concrete veins. Long surrendered itself to the hour. Not sleep. Not peace. Distant rustling somewhere from an upper bunk, possibly Private First Class Kim Seojun. Springs protesting beneath every shift of weight. Someone coughing two rooms over. That same sliver of fluorescent gleaming beneath the doorway remains the only interruption against this fragmented darkness.

Still pale. Still clinical. Unchanging. Still awake.

Thumb resting along the side of the device without moving, screen darkening thrice on separate occasions already... who's counting? He is, knows exactly how many times. Brief vibration cuts through, attention shifting immediately.

Her contact name...

Her.

Yeon-ah 🩷

Screen illuminating, uncovering the voice note. Something so simple, something so harmless... Thumb taps play and there she is again... Not physically. Worse. Her voice arrives, each syllable wrapped in blankets and exhaustion that's uniquely hers coupled with that peculiar intimacy only lights out and late hours seem capable of conjuring.

Dongmin-ah...

Eyes lowering in instinct, listening word for word... Every pause. Every hitch of breath in between. Soft fabric rustling faintly in the background. Blanket. Not sheets. Thicker. A lot closer to the microphone, already lying down once she pressed the record button, phone held too close, curled onto her side. Or at least trying to. Sleep rarely comes after crying. Not that she'd admit that specific part directly...

Jaw tightening.

The recording continues to play.

…so I keep doing this stupid thing where I look for you anyway. In the crowd… backstage… whenever someone hands me flowers…

Flowers... not bouquets. Flowers. Which meant hands. Many hands. Singular would have been easier. Image forming automatically. Too quickly. A hand existing. Her accepting them. Smiling. Polite. Grateful. That same smile she gives strangers. That same smile she gives the staff and crew. That same smile she gives at interviews. That same smile she gives everyone, because she has never understood how careless generosity can feel like cruelty to someone starving. The thought should have eased into comfort, instead it's something that settles beneath the ribs that's both ugly and unpleasant.

Gone almost immediately. Embarrassing.

Because jealousy requires entitlement... And for him? None.

Not from here.

Not like this.

I keep thinking I’m just gonna look up and see you standing there...

Look up...? Interesting. Not find. Not notice. Not turn around. Look up. As though in her mind he is already there. Standing somewhere visible. Waiting. Present. A fixed point. That lodges immediately. Sharp. Precise. Unwelcomed. Gaze lowering at the progress bar, exactly twenty-three seconds remaining. The silence afterward is already telling the unfinished sentence, the hesitation, the retreat, the good night. Exactly where he expects it to be...

The recording ends, two minutes and forty-seven seconds.

Replay.

Her voice filling his ears once more, that same rustle, that same hitch of breath, that same pause, that same sentence... Each iteration becomes worse and worse because now he isn't just listening. Anticipation now comes with teeth, sharpening between the first replay and the second, the third, fourth.... Knowing the sentence and precisely knowing when it arrives word for word, breath for breath.

Click.

Cursor blinks, breathing in the space between passing seconds, a reply waiting... not written, not even begun. To answer would give the feeling somewhere to go. It remains restricted. Tomorrow's schedule surfaces—morning drills, physical conditioning, instruction, field exercises. No, not enough. An earlier run, with additional laps. Extra drills. Dishwashing and cleaning duty. Equipment check. Night watch. Volunteer duty. Football practice, orchestra practice...

Anything and everything. Every day, including weekends.

Again.

And again.

...And again.

yourmiyeon

A few days pass. Not many. Enough. Enough for the silence to start feeling intentional. Enough for Miyeon to stop checking her phone every five minutes and start checking it every thirty instead. Which somehow felt worse. The messages hadn't stopped entirely. But somewhere between Bali and now, everything had become... thinner. Shorter. Drier. Like they were both standing on opposite sides of something neither of them knew how to name. She told herself she understood. Military service wasn't exactly designed to make relationships easy. But understanding something didn't stop it from hurting. Especially when she'd send him photos and stare at the screen afterward waiting for some reaction. Anything. A teasing comment. A heart. A "pretty." Instead she'd get a reply hours later about something completely different. And every time she'd tell herself not to take it personally. Every time she'd fail a little more. So when the schedule arrived and she saw the location listed, her heart betrayed her before her pride could catch it. The military base. His military base. Her eyes lingered on the information longer than necessary. A strange mixture of anticipation and irritation settling immediately in her chest. Because of course she'd get to see him like this. Not because he finally got leave. Not because they planned something together. Not because they missed each other enough to make it happen. Because of work. Again. She never told him they were coming. Partly because she knew he'd find out eventually. Partly because she wanted to see if he'd mention it first. Mostly because she was still upset. The van hums quietly beneath her as the scenery passes outside the window. Managers talking. Members chatting. Someone laughing a few rows back. Miyeon barely hears any of it. Instead her forehead rests lightly against the cool glass. Thoughts circling the same place they always seem to return to lately. Dongmin. The stupid dry texts. The weekends that kept passing. The voice note. The silence afterward. The way she could miss someone so much and somehow still be angry at them at the same time. A soft sigh escapes her. Because the truth is she already knows what will happen. The second she sees him, half the frustration she's been carefully holding onto will probably disappear. Which is annoying. Deeply annoying.

Her fingers tighten slightly around her phone.

Were they okay?

Actually okay?

Or were they both just pretending distance wasn't slowly making things harder than either of them wanted to admit?

The thought settles heavily. For a moment she glances at the dark screen.

No new messages.

No missed calls.

Just her reflection staring back. "...you're really lucky I love you.." The words leave quietly enough that nobody hears them. Not even herself, really.

A beat passes.

Her lips press together.

No.

Missing him and being annoyed with him could apparently exist at the same time.

And while she was very much looking forward to seeing him..

He still owed her a few answers.

#❤️: whᥱrᥱ ყoυ ᥲrᥱ ι rᥱmᥲιᥒ

idles-neverland

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My lovely Sydney NEVERLAND 💕 Your cheers were sooooo loud tonight!!! 🥹☺️ You gave me so much energy and made the show even more special. It had been a while since we last met, so last night felt really meaningful and precious to me. Next time, let’s make sure we meet again with all five members!! We’ll soon be uploading our Melbourne pictures ☺️💕 Love you all so much, and until then, please stay healthy💕💕💕

#🥀.cho miyeon

yourmiyeon

The moment Miyeon received the pinned location earlier that week, she already knew she would show up. There was something oddly comforting about the effort coming from Ni-ki of all people, someone usually too laid-back to properly plan things first. And honestly, after spending more and more time either working or staying locked inside her apartment lately, she needed a reason to get out for a while.

By the time she reached the narrow alley, cool evening air brushing softly against her cheeks, her eyes found him almost immediately beneath the warm lantern glow. A small smile tugged at her lips. He looked put together as always, almost unfairly so for someone claiming this was “just ramen.” Her steps slowed slightly as she approached, returning his polite bow with one gentler and more familiar.

“Yah… why are you being so formal tonight?” she laughed softly, clearly amused by the respectful greeting. “You’re making me feel old.”

But the warmth in her eyes gives away that she doesn’t dislike it at all. If anything, she finds it endearing.

“And thank you,” she adds after a second, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “You look nice too. Very suspiciously stylish for someone eating ramen at 9 p.m.”

There’s something comfortable about being around him tonight. Easy. No cameras shoved in her face, no expectations sitting heavy on her shoulders, no thoughts lingering too loudly in the back of her mind, well almost. Just good company and warm food. As he gestures toward the entrance, Miyeon glances at him once more before stepping closer beside him, the smell of broth and spices already drifting through the cracked doorway.

“I’m glad you asked me to come,” she admits quietly, genuine this time. “Otherwise I probably would’ve stayed home again.” Miyeon’s eyes drift around the ramen shop almost immediately, taking in the warm lighting, quiet conversations, and the comforting smell of broth filling the air. To their luck, it wasn’t too crowded tonight either just busy enough to feel alive without overwhelming her. A faint smile settles on her lips as she slips her hands into the sleeves of her coat again, glancing back toward him.

“Okay… this is actually nice,” she admits softly. “Very good choice, Niki-ya.”

nikiminaj7

The teasing lilt in her voice when she called him out for being so formal caught him entirely off guard. "You're not old, noona. You're very pretty," he murmured, the compliment slipping out with a polite, matter-of-fact sincerity completely devoid of any flirtatious pretense. Truthfully, he didn't even know her exact age, he just knew she was a senior in the industry who carried herself with a quiet elegance he deeply respected. To him, the bow was standard courtesy for someone he genuinely wanted to impress, even if his typical reputation suggested a much more rebellious attitude. When she teased him about being suspiciously stylish for a casual ramen run, a small, sheepish smile pulled at the corner of his lips. He looked down, the heavy silver chains layered around his neck clinking softly together against his shirt as he shifted his weight in his baggy jeans. "You know...I just didn't want to look like a mess when hanging out with you," he admitted softly. Her quiet confession that she would have stayed home if he hadn't text her made something soften behind his eyes. Turning toward the shop, he reached past her to catch the handle of the sliding wooden door, his tall frame naturally shielding her from the chilly alley wind as he ushered her inside ahead of himself.

The heavy door slid shut behind them, instantly enveloping them in the rich, savory steam of simmering broth and the low hum of the late-night crowd. Ni-ki didn't even glance toward the exposed counter; instead, he scanned the room until he spotted a high-backed wooden booth tucked away in the deepest shadow of the far corner, offering them total privacy from the rest of the world. He waited for her to slide into the booth first, standing by until she was settled before taking the seat opposite her. Slipping off his oversized leather jacket, he draped it over the back of the bench and leaned forward, resting his forearms on the dark wood.

"I'm glad you came out too," he said, his tone warm as he immediately slid the laminated menu over to her side. His hands moved with a practiced courtesy, reaching for the utensil basket to lay out a clean pair of chopsticks and a spoon neatly in front of her so she wouldn't have to lift a finger. "I don't mind being the excuse you need to take a break. Take a look, noona. Order whatever you like, it's all on me tonight."

yourmiyeon

The smile that appears on Miyeon's face at the compliment is warm and genuine. There was a difference between compliments given because she was an idol and compliments given simply because someone meant them. Ni-ki had always fallen into the latter category.

Following him inside, she settles comfortably into the booth across from him, taking in the warmth of the restaurant as the chill from outside slowly fades away. Her eyes immediately catch the chopsticks and spoon already waiting for her. "Thank you, dear." The words come naturally. Soft. Familiar. Maybe other people saw the rebellious side of him first, but somehow Miyeon rarely did. Around her, he'd always been surprisingly thoughtful beneath all the confidence and teasing. It was something she'd quietly come to appreciate over time. More than that, she was grateful he felt comfortable enough to show that side of himself around her at all. Opening the menu, her eyes scan over it briefly before settling on a rich tonkotsu ramen. Warm broth, extra chashu, and a side of gyoza sounded exactly right for tonight. "Mm. This one." She taps the picture lightly before setting the menu down. "See? Very easy."

A grin spreads across her face. "Years of professional experience. Managers have been ordering for me since I was basically a child."

A dramatic sigh follows.

"I'm not saying I've forgotten how menus work, but if someone handed me one during a busy schedule, I might genuinely panic."

The laugh that follows is light and effortless, lingering for a moment before her attention settles fully on him.

"So." She rests her chin lightly against her hand. "How are you doing?" The question is simple, but sincere. "What's new with you these days?" Her head tilts slightly. "It feels like forever since Bali." A small smile tugs at her lips. "I swear every time I think I'll see you again soon, another schedule appears out of nowhere." The warmth in her eyes never leaves. "And you've probably grown another five centimeters since then too." She points at him accusingly. "Which is rude, by the way."

A soft laugh escapes her before her expression settles into something gentler again.

"Really, though... I've missed hearing how you're doing."

#🥀: gᥱᥒtᥣᥱ troυbᥣᥱ wᥲrm hᥱᥲrt

the deepest connections are hidden inside the smallest moments, all the things that end up meaning everything

♡ @chaeunmoo (dongmin-ah) — her favorite eyes. her favorite smile. her safe haven even when he is far now. chaos and calm all at once. the only side she always remains on.

☆ @yehxshaa — softness in its purest form. around her, miyeon becomes gentler too, their bond filled with quiet affection and girlhood comfort.

☆ @yuuuqiii — a firecracker in human form. loud, protective, and full of warmth in ways only miyeon truly notices. someone who looks after her without even thinking about it.

☆ @/qveenminn - (to be added as they interact)

☆ @/yoursoyeon — the leader, yet somehow the older sister too (even if she is younger). steady, dependable, and one of the few people who makes miyeon feel truly taken care of.

☆ @rosieisroses — a familiar warmth from her trainee days. built on quiet care, mutual respect, and the simple happiness of always finding each other again.

☆ @gnhabsirhc — always bickering and getting on each other’s nerves in the most affectionate way possible. equal parts teasing, chaos, and comfort.

☆ @nikiminaj7 — little brother energy through and through. playful, effortlessly charming, and someone miyeon naturally finds herself looking out for without even realizing it.

☆ @/hyungjin — (to be added as they interact)

☆ @wonheelp — a bright, soft chaos who reminds miyeon of her younger self before idol life changed her. in their brief moments together, especially when carefreeness slips through, miyeon is gently reminded that that version of her still exists within her.

#❤️: lιттlε мoмεɴтѕ lαѕтιɴɢ вoɴdѕ

nikiminaj7

𝖇𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖚𝖗 & 𝖗𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖓 𝖇𝖔𝖜𝖑𝖘, 𝟗:𝟎𝟎 𝖕𝖒 @yourmiyeon

For Ni-ki, comfort wasn’t something that came naturally, especially not around a noona who carried herself with such a flawless princess grace. Yet, Miyeon had a way of completely dismantling the walls he usually kept high, trading rigid industry boundaries for a rare, platonic camaraderie that he genuinely wanted to keep around. He wasn’t the type to initiate plans either, but the text he’d sent her earlier that week had been effortless: a pinned location to a low-key, late-night ramen place tucked into a quiet alley. True to form, his meticulous styling routine back at the dorms had run right up to the wire. Every piece of his outfit had to sit exactly right, resulting in him pulling up to the curb exactly on time rather than a minute early. He stood just outside the glowing lantern of the shop’s entrance, checking his phone screen one last time to make sure he hadn't missed a message. When her silhouette finally appeared at the mouth of the alley, Ni-ki immediately slipped his phone into the pocket of his oversized leather jacket. Even in a casual setting, she looked like she belonged on a curated runway, a sharp contrast to the gritty, shadowed street.

For some weird reason he couldn't quite put his finger on, he found himself wanting to be on his absolute best behavior tonight, subtly shedding his usual aloof persona to be a genuinely good boy around her. He stepped forward to bridge the distance, offering her a formal, polite bow that showed total respect. When he straightened up, a soft, sincere smile replaced his usual sharp smirk. "You look really nice tonight, noona," he said, his voice dropping into a quiet, low register that carried a warm, polite tone. He took a half-step back, gesturing toward the sliding wooden door of the shop with a subtle, protective tilt to his shoulders. "I'm really glad you made it. Come on, let's head inside out of the chill so we can grab a booth and order."