[yoursoyeon]

𝑱𝑬𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑶𝒀𝑬𝑶𝑵

𝑺𝑶𝒀𝑬𝑶𝑵 skateboarding near the han river

❤️: single

♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ☆ 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑭𝑰𝑳𝑬

♡♡♡ ♡♡♡ ☆ 𝑪𝑶𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺

𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒓𝒑 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈 ✨️ 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 @/𝒔𝒆𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒓𝒑

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 𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒚𝒆𝒐𝒏 𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓.

[jyhss]

It was his day off, so Yunho had stayed up all night gaming. Only passing out out after the sun had came up and the birds chirped good morning. He had slept in until well past noon. Waking up and showering shortly before one. Yunho had missed breakfast and lunch, his stomach growling in protest. So he decided the convenience store was the best option. A hat, sunglasses, bag with phone wallet and keys completed his look before he slipped on his trainers. Yunho slips from his dorm, taking the stairs to the lobby before making the short walk from his apartment building to the closest 7/11. his stomach growling louder at the sight of so many delicious foods. He steps over to the cooler holding the chilled foods. his eyes scanning the rows carefully, before making a few selections and taking a step back, bumping into a chip display. Yunho's eyes widen as he turns and steadies the stand, picking up the bag of chips that had fallen. "Sorry." he says noticing a pair of shoes in his line of sight before glancing up and studying the face of the other person for a second. "Oh, noona." Yunho says flashing a smile. "You also out for sneaky snacks?" he teases with a small giggle as he finally puts the bag of chips back. @yoursoyeon

[yoursoyeon]

The familiar voice is enough to make Soyeon look up from the instant ramen section, a basket already hanging from one arm. Dressed in an oversized hoodie, sweatpants, and a baseball cap pulled low over her face, she looks every bit like someone who had no intention of being recognized today.

A small laugh escapes her at the sight of Yunho nearly taking down an entire chip display.

"By sneaky snacks, you mean actual meals because someone forgot normal human eating hours again?"

She raises an eyebrow knowingly, eyes briefly dropping to the collection of convenience store food already gathered in his hands before holding up her own basket in surrender. Inside sits an assortment of items that hardly qualifies as a balanced diet either, kimbap, tangerine jelly, chocolate milk, and a suspicious amount of snacks.

"So yes," she admits easily, lips curving into a grin. "Though I prefer to call it creative nutrition."

Stepping closer, she reaches past him to grab a drink from the cooler, glancing back over her shoulder.

"Day off?" she asks. "You look like someone who just woke up five minutes ago."

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[yoursoyeon]

𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒅𝒚.

♡ members

@/yourmiyeon

@/yuuuqiii - to be added as they interact

@/qveenminn - to be added as they interact

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

@tyongmoney : chaos and understanding. built between late night jokes, endless schedules, and the kind of responsibilities few people ever see. with him, she doesn't need to perform or carry everything alone, the kind of comfort that makes the world feel quieter and her heart a little less heavy.

[waaana]

Soyeon (𝐈-𝐝𝐥𝐞) !★

[yoursoyeon]

She slows outside the shop, letting the skateboard roll gently back and forth against her shin as she leans her weight to one side. The glass window reflects her faint silhouette, softly edged in a small golden glow from the sunset spilling across the street. She reads his messages again, thumb pausing over the screen for a moment longer than before.

There’s still humor in it all, but it softens when she actually thinks about the kind of day he’s had. The noise, the pressure, the return. Not just a release, but a weight finally set down too late to feel light.

Her expression eases as she types.

soyeon: no laughing, fresh air after such a long day is doctor's order👨‍⚕️🩺

soyeon: meet near the bike path behind yeouido?

soyeon: less people, more air 👍

soyeon: last one there owes the other food

soyeon: and skateboards count as transportation tools, thank you 🤝

Soyeon pushes off lightly on her skateboard, wheels catching smoothly against the pavement as she turns toward Yeouido. Her phone stays close in her hand, held loosely but never far from reach, like she’s waiting for a message that might come at any second, though her feet had already made the decision before it ever did.

There aren’t many places idols can truly disappear to, but as the day winds down, even the city seems to loosen its grip. Crowds thin out, noise softens, and the streets feel a little less like a stage.

As she passes people along the way, she finds herself quietly people-watching between movements, some heading home to families after long shifts, others still caught between work and wherever they’re rushing off to next. A few just moving to leave quickly, as if the city itself is something to outrun, and some days it felt like that for her too.

[tyongmoney]

The apartment's solitude greeting in silence. Seeping into the corners, into furniture, into artworks, into rooms that have long since memorized the shape of their occupant. No staff. No cameras. No cues and countdowns. No voices calling his name from somewhere just outside the frame. Door clicking shut behind, once, soft. Final. Keys still dangling loosely between fingers. Shoes still on. Jacket half hanging from one shoulder. All the post-production noise feels strangely distant now—the live, the interviews, the congratulations, the messages, the expectations. Its waves already pulling back toward the ocean despite having crashed and willingly submerged into only hours ago.

Welcome back...

Phrase echoing, drifting through the mind once more, less sharp, less complicated this time. Black hoodie pulled over the head, sleeves pushed up once before immediately pulled back down again. Running shorts. New pair of sneakers waiting by the entrance, Yuta's doing. Somewhere between comeback preparations and military stories and apparently becoming the kind of person who voluntarily suggested morning runs. Barely broken in. Still lacking the scuffs and weathering necessary to earn legitimacy. Not enough miles in them yet. Not enough cities. Not enough river paths.

The apartment door clicks open again, and then shut.

tyong: omw

Cool air washing over immediately, slipping beneath the fabric. First few strides settle naturally—left, right, left, right... Familiar. Measured. City slipping past in steady increments right beneath the soles. Breath even, controlled. Pacing arrives almost immediately now, something that's consistent and reliable. Habit, formed and molded, the navy remains tucked in every cadence and every breathing.

tyong: i think i see you

[yoursoyeon]

The vibration catches her attention almost immediately. Soyeon glances down at the screen while rolling along the quieter stretch of riverside path, golden evening light painting long shadows across the pavement. A grin tugs at the corner of her mouth the moment she reads it.

soyeon: impossible 🥷

soyeon: i'm disguised as a completely normal citizen right now 👵

soyeon: your idol senses are malfunctioning taeyong-oppa

Yet her eyes lift from the screen anyway, scanning the path ahead. Cyclists pass. A couple walks by with takeaway coffees. The river catches the last traces of sunlight in ripples of gold. And then she spots him. A familiar figure moving steadily along the path, dark hoodie, cap pulled low, pace relaxed enough to finally look like someone escaping a day rather than chasing it. The smile on her face grows despite herself. One foot presses lightly against the pavement. The skateboard gains speed, wheels humming softly beneath her as she glides forward. Smooth. Effortless. Matching his pace within seconds before settling alongside him.

“Well, hello there.” One hand remains hooked around her backpack strap while the other slips casually into her pocket. “Not bad. You actually made it before the professional skateboarder.” The skateboard glides in smoothly beside him, close enough now that she naturally matches his pace, no effort needed to keep up, just settling into his rhythm like it was always meant to be there. The river stretches beside them in quiet motion, reflecting the last soft gold of daylight across the water. She tilts her head slightly toward him, a small smile forming as she studies him for a second before speaking.

“So this is the famous album-release celebration jog?” A beat passes, her tone easing into something more playful as she keeps pace right at his side, comfortably in his space without hesitation. “You didn’t just run out here to escape a haunted statue, did you?”

[lisanamjoon]

i-dle ✩ soyeon crow (2026)

[yoursoyeon]

Golden hour settles warmly over the streets of Seoul by the time her skateboard rolls to a stop outside a small music shop tucked between cafés and clothing stores. The front windows glow orange beneath the lowering sun, soft light spilling across the rows of albums inside.

After slipping through the door, Soyeon moves through the aisles at an unhurried pace, fingers brushing along old records and newer releases while quiet music hums softly overhead. An old Lenny Kravitz album catches her eye first, earning a small grin before she pulls it from the shelf without hesitation. Further down the aisle, another display makes her slow again. A full stack of Taeyong’s new album sits near the front beneath promotional posters, impossible to miss. Her smile softens slightly as she reaches over, taking one of the copies and turning it over in her hands for a second longer before tucking it beneath the other album in her arms. Eventually, she makes her way toward the cashier, setting both albums down on the counter with a quiet nod. “This one too, thank you.” As she waits to pay, her phone buzzes softly in her hand, stealing her attention once again.

soyeon: i think after military, comeback prep and all the pressure your brain probably forgot people can just be happy for you without something bad happening after..

soyeon: birthdays are nice, i like that comparison because it does feel like that sometimes

soyeon: as a fellow overthinker i still will say try not to think too much about it hah

soyeon: “passing the torch and the nightmare” sounds like the start of an sm horror movie 😭

soyeon: cursed giant idol head haunting every comeback generation 👻

soyeon: id say get away from that statue as fast as you can, you should celebrate today 🕺🕺

[tyongmoney]

tyong: i think you're right tyong: if i stay here any longer this thing is going to start talking to me

The message sends before he can overthink it. Easy. Casual. Safer that way.

Another pause follows.

Longer this time.

Fingers curl once against the phone case, nail catching faintly along the edge. Studio lights hum overhead, thin and artificial, turning everything slightly too pale. Reflection in the window looks more tired than he feels. Or maybe exactly as tired as he feels and that is the problem.

The giant prop watches him from the corner.

❝ Heh. ❞

Jacket picked up from the chair. One sleeve turning inside out, pulling it on too quickly, earning the faintest annoyed sound under breath. Small battle. Fabric unyielding. Shoulder rolling once, then again as if the body has finally remembered it has been held together all day by schedule adrenaline and caffeine and other people's watchful eyes. Cameras lingering much longer now. Headlines too.

Welcome back, indeed.

Phone in one hand. Cap tugged lower with the other.

tyong: are you still outside? tyong: i might jog for a bit tyong: and before you laugh it's my album release celebration sponsored by my inability to sit still

[yoursoyeon]

She slows outside the shop, letting the skateboard roll gently back and forth against her shin as she leans her weight to one side. The glass window reflects her faint silhouette, softly edged in a small golden glow from the sunset spilling across the street. She reads his messages again, thumb pausing over the screen for a moment longer than before.

There’s still humor in it all, but it softens when she actually thinks about the kind of day he’s had. The noise, the pressure, the return. Not just a release, but a weight finally set down too late to feel light.

Her expression eases as she types.

soyeon: no laughing, fresh air after such a long day is doctor's order👨‍⚕️🩺

soyeon: meet near the bike path behind yeouido?

soyeon: less people, more air 👍

soyeon: last one there owes the other food

soyeon: and skateboards count as transportation tools, thank you 🤝

Soyeon pushes off lightly on her skateboard, wheels catching smoothly against the pavement as she turns toward Yeouido. Her phone stays close in her hand, held loosely but never far from reach, like she’s waiting for a message that might come at any second, though her feet had already made the decision before it ever did.

There aren’t many places idols can truly disappear to, but as the day winds down, even the city seems to loosen its grip. Crowds thin out, noise softens, and the streets feel a little less like a stage.

As she passes people along the way, she finds herself quietly people-watching between movements, some heading home to families after long shifts, others still caught between work and wherever they’re rushing off to next. A few just moving to leave quickly, as if the city itself is something to outrun, and some days it felt like that for her too.

[yoursoyeon]

Warm daylight spills across the streets of Seoul as her skateboard rolls smoothly along the pavement, cap pulled lower over her face despite the quieter area she chose on purpose. Even off schedule, habit kept her aware of every passing person and every lingering glance.

Her phone buzzes in her hand while she slows near the sidewalk, one sneaker keeping the board steady beneath her foot. A small laugh escapes her at the messages almost immediately.

soyeon: “survived” is crazy 😭

soyeon: awkward lives build character taeyong-oppa

soyeon: that statue is bigger than some apartments in seoul 😭

soyeon: either you’re rich enough to keep it or sm is turning it into a company landmark, so which is it? 👀💸

soyeon: but seriously, you did well today ✨️

[tyongmoney]

Grin pulling briefly, tugging at the corners of the mouth. Small. Fleeting. Another glance at that ridiculously huge broken statue of his likeness propped awkwardly near the corner of the studio now. Squinting at it for a second like maybe the exhaustion settling in makes the proportions of it even worse... Way worse.

tyong: kinda scary now that i'm alone with it ngl tyong: thank you though really tyong: today just felt... tyong: idk weird i guess

Message just sits there, the unfinished thought echoing the events from earlier. Passing like waves.

tyong: but in a good way tyong: i think it's just all in my head thinking and waiting for something to go wrong but everyone's just being nice to me all day tyong: felt like my birthday, honestly

Another pause, the typing bubble appears. Disappears. Returns again.

tyong: and nah i think they'd repurpose this for jaehyunnie's comeback in the upcoming months tyong: passing the torch and the nightmare ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

[yoursoyeon]

Golden hour settles warmly over the streets of Seoul by the time her skateboard rolls to a stop outside a small music shop tucked between cafés and clothing stores. The front windows glow orange beneath the lowering sun, soft light spilling across the rows of albums inside.

After slipping through the door, Soyeon moves through the aisles at an unhurried pace, fingers brushing along old records and newer releases while quiet music hums softly overhead. An old Lenny Kravitz album catches her eye first, earning a small grin before she pulls it from the shelf without hesitation. Further down the aisle, another display makes her slow again. A full stack of Taeyong’s new album sits near the front beneath promotional posters, impossible to miss. Her smile softens slightly as she reaches over, taking one of the copies and turning it over in her hands for a second longer before tucking it beneath the other album in her arms. Eventually, she makes her way toward the cashier, setting both albums down on the counter with a quiet nod. “This one too, thank you.” As she waits to pay, her phone buzzes softly in her hand, stealing her attention once again.

soyeon: i think after military, comeback prep and all the pressure your brain probably forgot people can just be happy for you without something bad happening after..

soyeon: birthdays are nice, i like that comparison because it does feel like that sometimes

soyeon: as a fellow overthinker i still will say try not to think too much about it hah

soyeon: “passing the torch and the nightmare” sounds like the start of an sm horror movie 😭

soyeon: cursed giant idol head haunting every comeback generation 👻

soyeon: id say get away from that statue as fast as you can, you should celebrate today 🕺🕺

[yoursoyeon]

A quiet laugh slips out of her as she pushes open the practice room door again, the familiar noise of music and exhausted staff greeting her instantly. The phone is still in hand. She types back without much thought.

soyeon: it was genius you just won't admit it 😔

soyeon: minty fruit.. like decide, is it a fruit or cheewing gum? 🤔

Another concert video plays across the screen, then another, fingers lazily skipping through clips from the previous stops of the tour.

At this point, it was almost muscle memory. She barely needed to focus anymore to notice when something felt off, a step half a second late, spacing slightly uneven, a camera angle missing the right timing. Even while half distracted by messages and exhaustion, her eyes still caught everything automatically.

soyeon: maybe those few hours of boxing could come in handy 🤔

soyeon: cube would finally respect me more after surviving australian wildlife

soyeon: so i cant add taeyong oppa as an emergency contact 💔

soyeon: if i disappear just assume the kangaroo debuted in my place as the new i-dle member

[tyongmoney]

Posture remains half-slouched now against the mirrored wall, one knee raised slightly while his phone does a balancing act against it. Hoodie discarded somewhere near the speaker an hour ago. Damp black tank top clinging cold against skin now that the adrenaline from rehearsals finally started wearing off, much like the towel already dried up long forgotten beside him.

Screen lighting up notification stacking after notification, mostly from her. Each progression slowly pulling another snicker out of him.

tyong: yah chewing gum? tyong: can't it be both it's called lime crush for a reason tyong: also i don't think boxing classes can save you from australian wildlife tyong: i need you to understand kangaroos are built like 백수 (unemployed) gym bros tyong: lesson 1: know your enemy

Faint huff escaping his lips at the thought alone. Head tipping back briefly against the glass while the rain continues to rattle harder against the windows. Louder. The beat filling the pauses between the exchange of messages naturally.

tyong: mm cube respecting you after surviving one sounds unrealistic honestly tyong: you've survived much more by now anyway :P

Another message, thumb hovering longer this time at the mention of him being a potential emergency contact.

tyong: i mean tyong: you can tyong: just know there's 23 more of you tyong: and if a kangaroo replaces you in idle tyong: at least make sure it knows the choreo better than your dancers in the last tour clip ㅋㅋㅋ

Corners of lips twitching again before settling, then finally...

tyong: anyway go get some rest before your manager starts haunting you again

[yoursoyeon]

Her laugh echoes a little too loudly in the quiet studio, cutting through the faint hum of the playback video still looping on the monitor. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she leans back slightly against the mirrored wall, phone tilted in her hand as she reads through his messages again.

The kangaroo comment makes her shake her head instantly.

soyeon: “unemployed gym bro” what 😭

soyeon: and for the record i would win

soyeon: respectfully

soyeon: a girl can dream right?

soyeon: 23 emergency contacts is insane btw

soyeon: cube really said i’m replaceable main character energy huh

soyeon: i’ll go rest since i forgot my demon repellent at home

soyeon: you too taeyong oppa, good luck tomorrow 🍀

[yoursoyeon]

[tyongmoney]

soyeon: congrats on the album release taeyong-oppa 💐✨️

soyeon: hope today goes exactly the way you want it to 🤟

Umprompted | Always accepting | @yoursoyeon

Post-LIVE atmosphere where the studio is much quieter now, monitor screens dimming one by one until only the city outside remained reflected against the black glass. Notifications continue piling faster than the Neo leader could answer. Her message arriving somewhere in between another congratulatory paragraph from Doyoung and three separate cat photos from the Dreamies in the groupchat.

Thumb pausing briefly, hovering across the phone's lit screen.

tyong: thank you soyeon-ah tyong: i think i'll try to take it easy today tyong: survived another awkward live somehow ㅋㅋ tyong: they said i could keep it should i

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[yoursoyeon]

Warm daylight spills across the streets of Seoul as her skateboard rolls smoothly along the pavement, cap pulled lower over her face despite the quieter area she chose on purpose. Even off schedule, habit kept her aware of every passing person and every lingering glance.

Her phone buzzes in her hand while she slows near the sidewalk, one sneaker keeping the board steady beneath her foot. A small laugh escapes her at the messages almost immediately.

soyeon: “survived” is crazy 😭

soyeon: awkward lives build character taeyong-oppa

soyeon: that statue is bigger than some apartments in seoul 😭

soyeon: either you’re rich enough to keep it or sm is turning it into a company landmark, so which is it? 👀💸

soyeon: but seriously, you did well today ✨️

[yoursoyeon]

Amusement lingers across her face as she finishes the cigarette, crushing it lightly beneath her shoe while the glow of her phone reflects against tired eyes.

soyeon: you could’ve fooled me

soyeon: taeyong could easily be TEAyong 🧐

Not long after, small droplets of rain begin tapping softly against the concrete around her. Soyeon glances upward automatically, watching the dark sky for a second longer than necessary.

She loved rain. Always had.

But not like this when stuck between schedules, company walls, and exhaustion, with barely enough time to sit near it before having to go back inside.

A quiet sigh leaves her as she grabs the tea from beside her and pushes herself up from the stair, slipping back into the building just as the rain starts falling harder behind her.

soyeon: how will i survive if i dont smoke? besides less harmful than certain batteries 🔋💨

soyeon: unless i meet a kangaroo who doesn't like my music, then im in real danger 🥊

[tyongmoney]

One speaker continuing to hum 'WYLD' quietly near the corner. Choreography guide video of earlier's practice still looping muted against the monitor. Somebody’s jacket abandoned over a chair like they intended to come back for it hours ago and never did. Phone balanced loosely against raised knee while the other hand absentmindedly twists the cap of the water bottle never ended up drinking from.

tyong: TEAyong is horrible tyong: and you know it

Thumb hovering above the screen longer this time while rain continues crawling down the windows in uneven paths.

Slow, repeating, repeating...

tyong: at least mine smells like minty fruit tyong: have you heard about the kangaroos? tyong: they could wrestle you

Phone shifting loosely between fingers before another message follows underneath.

tyong: i don't think cube has enough budget for that kind of scandal tyong: and i can't bail you :P

[yoursoyeon]

A quiet laugh slips out of her as she pushes open the practice room door again, the familiar noise of music and exhausted staff greeting her instantly. The phone is still in hand. She types back without much thought.

soyeon: it was genius you just won't admit it 😔

soyeon: minty fruit.. like decide, is it a fruit or cheewing gum? 🤔

Another concert video plays across the screen, then another, fingers lazily skipping through clips from the previous stops of the tour.

At this point, it was almost muscle memory. She barely needed to focus anymore to notice when something felt off, a step half a second late, spacing slightly uneven, a camera angle missing the right timing. Even while half distracted by messages and exhaustion, her eyes still caught everything automatically.

soyeon: maybe those few hours of boxing could come in handy 🤔

soyeon: cube would finally respect me more after surviving australian wildlife

soyeon: so i cant add taeyong oppa as an emergency contact 💔

soyeon: if i disappear just assume the kangaroo debuted in my place as the new i-dle member

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