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스키즈 ; s k z

` *° . • ☆ when you hold their face .. .

a note from kari; hello, hello! I'm making a comeback teehee >//< I hope I'm well received back into stayblr ;-; I missed you all !! ;3

✧. ┊chan .. .

he gets so shy! any time you cup his cheeks and coo at him softly, chan twists his mouth in an expression of embarrassment and squeezes his eyes shut. it's actually impossible for him to make eye contact, and if he laughs at all, it's a flustered giggle. those lovely ears and cheeks will turn the cutest shade of red. kiss his nose or his lips and he'll probably combust right on the spot.

✧. ┊minho .. .

he's called tsundere for a reason. the second your hands cradle his face and you gaze at him with soft eyes, his eyebrows quirk. but it's the kind of eyebrow quirk that's less confused and more "I'm questioning your sanity right now". but if you remove your hands, mumble an apology, and try to escape, withering inside with embarrassment, he just chuckles and grabs your wrist.

"yah, get back here~"

 he tugs you against his chest and takes a careful hold of your chin so he can give you a slow, tender kiss. 

✧. ┊changbin .. .

he immediately degenerates into pure, blushy aegyo. those sweet eyes of his sparkle, and his voice goes up about 5 octaves. 

"am I cute?" 

of course, you have to say yes! he smiles blissfully before puckering up his lips and pouting at you until you plant a sweet kiss right on them. and then when you move away to smile on his pink-cheeked face, he keeps pouting, wanting more and more kisses.

✧. ┊hyunjin .. .

he gets all flustered! his jaw drops into a faux-shocked grin whilst his eyes look at you shyly. his immediate response is to quietly and timidly ask you for a kiss. and when you coo at him softly, saying of course and tapping his nose, he gives you that cute smile-pout he always makes. the shyness backs off the tiniest amount when you move forward to grant him that kiss: his hands snake around your waist and he gives you the slightest smirk. 

✧. ┊jisung .. .

hannie gets nearly as flustered as chan! he scrunches his nose in embarrassment and reveals that lovely, gummy smile of his. 

"yah, stop it~" he whines, except he's still smiling and blushing, so you can tell he likes it. 

when you reveal your observation to him, brushing your thumbs over his chubby cheeks, his eyes narrow into a playful glare that matches the bratty pout now resting on his lips.

✧. ┊yongbok .. .

felix is nothing short of an angel. when your hands reach over to gently hold his cheeks, his eyes curl up and his face turns pink under the dusting of freckles. he wiggles happily and purses his lips into an exaggerated pucker, making silly kissing noises at you. and when you do give him his eagerly anticipated smooch, he sighs dreamily and then proceeds to smother your face in kisses as well. his hands reach up to cradle your cheeks, so now you're both holding each other's faces!

✧. ┊seungmin .. .

min teases you!! you thought he'd be touched and soft when you gently took his jaw in your hands? wrong! those lips quiver into a smirk, and his brows ask you his silent question of so you like me that much, huh? he'll probably say something along the lines of aren't I the one who's supposed to hold your face in this relationship? expect him to remove your hands from his cheeks so he can hold yours instead and give you lots of teasing kisses~

✧. ┊jeongin .. .

he pretends not to like it… being the menace to society that he is, jeongin puts on an act that's obviously fake. he looks at you with faux disgust and tries to move his head out of the way of your endeared kisses. but if you don't give up, he'll eventually drop the charade and let you pamper him with smooches. but not without releasing a fake sigh of resignation first...

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@emeraldelysian I don't even have words and yes, I intend to tag you in every cute yeosang fic that I come across on here.

This is insanely adorable and well written, your work is amazing, thank you for showing Yeosang as the rose he sure is.

no rose without a thorn (but they're even more beautiful)

yeosang is the most beautiful rose in the world, and you can’t help but feel lucky to know that (alternatively, your boyfriend is stunning in just about every way, especially when you take the time to know him)

warnings: kissing, yeosang is secretly clingy in private + very much in luv

plotless fluff, 1054 words, author!yeosang x gardener!reader

“What’re you doing?” a low voice mumbles into your ear, its owner’s arms coming to wrap themselves around your waist despite your squatting position in the dirt. 

While you jump at the sudden noise, the warmth is familiar, and you quickly settle in it, your hands returning to the small plant in front of you.

“Just planting this rose,” you hum.

Yeosang nods against your back, his head resting against your skin. His favorite thing about your garden is how beautiful it is, all the strong and healthy flowers and leaves that you’ve put so much time and effort into. It really shows how much love and time has gone into this wonderful place. And that leads into his second favorite thing about your garden: how peaceful it is. The sun shines brightly and sweet scents blow in the wind. It’s so quiet that you can hear birds chirping in the distance. 

When he first met you, he didn’t really understand why you brought your work home like this. You were surrounded by plants all day in your store. Wouldn’t you get tired of them? But it wasn’t like that at all. As the days passed and spring turned to summer to fall, he learned. This isn’t just work to you; it’s your passion, a way of living. And, even more, it’s just nice…nice to sit out here and admire all your hard work, nice to do something with your hands, nice to have a quiet hobby on days when the noise of the world is too much.

“It looks beautiful,” he murmurs. 

Continuar lendo

Hi it's me again and I'm currently in love with this San energy. Can you tag me when you post the aftermath of these?? Please?? Thank youuu. These are so so cute and I'm so embarrassed for Jongho's one, I'll be throwing myself out of a window fr

ʚ wrong number ɞ - ateez reaction (maknae line)

hyung line here

pairing: ot8 x reader (separate)

warning(s): language, drugs (mentioned, not taken)

ʚ san ɞ

ʚ mingi ɞ

ʚ wooyoung ɞ

ʚ jongho ɞ

Your fan, Mingi (part 1)

🎤 pairing: mingi x rapper!reader 🎤 genre: slice of life, mix of fluff and angst, music and the industry, slow burn 🎤 summary: a bulletpoint-style wordstream of what it would be like if mingi was stanning you 🎤 wordcount: 3.4k 🎤 warnings/tags: language, reader is an underground rapper, mingi is totally starstruk, producer hongjoong energy, activism, criticism of music industry, dark side of idol life, hongjoong-ah instead of hyung, yunho is supportive friend (TM), mingi being a rebel, sneaking out, potential rap battles incoming, reader with that mic drop, let me know if anything else 🎤 a/n: Hello there <3 thank you very much for your support, feedback and appreciation, it means the world to me! Here is the next installation of the "Your fan, _____" series, for none other than Song Mingi!! Any reblogs, asks and love is appreciated, and stay tuned for part 2~

You were an established independent artist, having made a name for yourself among the real veterans and rap appreciators.

Years of tracks, freestyles and collaborations that you had published or appeared in under your belt, you were dead set on making a permanent home in the underground scene, deeming it to be the place where real art was made.

As such, you had openly turned down offers to get signed to bigger labels, spitting on their fineprint.

Besides, after trying to connect with you over music, they had always immediately veered off the trail to discuss image, visuals and something or other about them helping you develop your own style.

Blocked without a second thought. What bullshit was this? You? Not having your own style? Please.

You made it this far riding your own wave, making your own connections, and you sure as hell were not about to sell that off to entertainment industry vultures.

It was the managers, the bureaucrats that you did not want to face. The casting directors with ulterior motives.

You were an activist for creative freedom and helping new artists break through properly. You were vocal about these issues, both in general and through music.

You had first hand experience with how hard it was to become an idol, having actually been cast as a young teen and being a trainee for 2 years, but it turned out that the agency was... questionable, to say the least. And thus your independent journey started, and your doubt of any larger music-related organisations grew.

And the last thing you wanted was to, in front of all those people you were fighting for, who trusted you and saw you as a role model, support those who had questionable intentions. No.

You were a wildfire, spinning things around, remixing reality into raw and emotional lines, your only goal being that at least one person out there could find comfort in your songs.

Fully aware of the responsibility you had as an artist, you breathed your work and never backed down until just conditions for all collaborators, agents and assistants were met.

Though this was honourable, you became notoriously difficult to work with, often deemed to be a pain in the ass.

You would only shrug at that - it wasn't your fault that the music industry was full of self-centred manipulators. Your agent kept assuring you that you were exaggerating, but who said that a nice person couldn't have malicious intent?

Maybe you were overly cautious at times, seeing as you did not enjoy letting people close to you.

Were you alone? No, not at all. You had strong friendships with some legends, attended major events, hell, even gave whole press conferences and readily used the media to spread your message.

You even had some friends who were idols (albeit few), and connected with them deeply over shared passions and visions for the future.

But your soul? Strictly off limits.

Though you did, when the moment called for it, elaborate on one verse or other, either giving it a relatable backstory or linking it to a national or global issue, not once did you bare all.

That was not your style.

Neither was it your fans'.

They did not need to be spoon-fed pretentious monologues to understand.

Your fans were a real unit, many connecting with each other and becoming life-long friends. Since you never tried to gather the bigger venues, even if you were touring the country, you had a chance to interact with them. Reassure them. Connect with them. Human to human.

You understood each other. No accessories. That was the most powerful way to bare all.

It was through these concerts that Mingi had gotten to know you, and soon enough you had become his idol, for the lack of a better word, and muse.

One time he had snuck out of the dorms late at night having heard that a new artist he had heard and liked the sound of was going to be opening for another artist.

By sheer luck he managed to swipe the last ticket available, hours before the concert, and was off, having only alerted Yunho that he was "going out".

The event was held at a club, which technically was forbidden for him, but he was feeling rebellious and wanted to immerse himself in the underground atmosphere for once.

He had to squeeze past many bodies to take his place by a pillar off to the left. There were no seats, as he had expected so he perched himself against the structure, waiting.

The opening act was pretty good, as he had hoped, with the teenage boy on stage having a confident flow. There was that yearning in his eyes, hope for something bigger, like this venue was not enough, but maybe with some time and practice that dream could be achieved.

Mingi was about to leave, turning to try and snake through the crowd that was practically pressing him into the pillar, but their screaming that turned into a hypnotic chant, cult-like made him freeze and turn back.

And there you were. In all your glory. Sitting on a high stool that you had dragged after yourself onto the stage, a wired microphone in your hands that were folded in prayer as you bowed your head repeatedly to the audience.

A single spotlight illuminated your form, clad in pitch black industrial-style trousers, chunky sneakers and matching jacket that was zipped up half-way revealing a black tank top loosely hanging off you.

The aura that spread from the stage into the room was unlike anything he had ever felt before, and it only got stronger as you began to perform.

And not just run through the lines as if you had somewhere better to be, no, you were living through the song, riding the beat, eyes ablaze.

The song you had started with, (which he later found out was something you had written in response to some hate your fanbase had gotten), called "Welcome home, to the show", started with a low hum. It reminded him of a rumbling thunder, your voice distorted by intentionally added digital noise.

Then, you broke into a quiet mutter, each phrase so perfectly constructed that it was sending wave after wave, and he was being swept in. He looked around and noticed that all present were whispering along with you, eyes not leaving the stage a single time.

He was also in shock at how few phones there were, being used to seeing thousands.

And after a few more bars, all hell broke loose, and he was ready to rip his heart out and give it to you then and there.

You were captivating, your message and vision resonating beyond the walls of this club. Connecting philosophy, ethics, even politics and popular culture, you were the truth.

You were alive and resurrected those who had broken away from routine to see you.

The concert was as though you were telling a gripping saga, in one breath. No wonder your fans were near mad towards the end, while you finished up with a 'classic' of yours.

The audience begged for an encore.

You were smiling wide, pure ecstasy on your face like you were just coming down from a high. The jacket had long been forgotten, and you were currently wiping sweat off your tattooed arms.

And just when your fans began to quieten down, you raised your mic, and in one motion summoned a beat.

Another roar erupted as you admired your followers. Mingi swore you locked eyes with him, piercing his body.

There it was. A freestyle where you managed to incorporate an impossible flow change, and personally addressed some of the fans you knew personally and spotted in the audience.

After the performance, there was a near total flip in your demeanour. Mingi observed as you settled on one of the seats at the bar, changed in a different top and now sporting a beanie

Both you and your fans were beyond respectful, sharing embraces and kind words like you were old friends. Maybe you were, he still had so much to learn. You looked at each one of them like they were your entire world, recalling and asking about personal troubles they had shared with you before.

Mingi was starstruck, he wanted to learn what you knew. Learn what drove you. Learn how to be like you, even just a fraction.

And that was how you became his definition of an artist, rapper and role model

Needless to say, after the concert he could not just ‘stay the same’.

The members noticed that Mingi was walking around the dorm, travelling and even taking breaks between schedules with earphones in and eyes glued to his screen.

He had also grown to prefer being immersed in his thoughts, more often observing chaos among the members rather than participating in it.

The collection of changes began to alarm the others, as they had no clue what the source of this Mingi switch up was.

All except Yunho, that was. The lad quickly put two and two together, since he was in the know about Mingi's escape to attend a concert, and was homie goals to not spill this information to the others as there had not been any press or spottings.

So during a day when the group was miraculously free, Yunho approached Mingi to go for a drive together, and the latter not suspecting the interrogation incoming, agreed.

While they were navigating around the city, eventually settling for their final destination to be a quick visit to Bucheon, Yunho, passively, in an even tone, inquired:

"So what happened that night?"

Fully not expecting Mingi to BURST. The boy was literally bouncing in his seat recounting the experience, to the point where Yunho had to use "the mom hand" to try calming his best friend.

After agreeing to not act like a car crash risk, Mingi delved into explaining why exactly he had been acting the way he was, happily answering any and all questions that came his way.

Really, he was waiting to fanboy all this time.

He took out his phone and attempted to show Yunho some screenshots and notes, once again forgetting that road safety was a thing that existed.

"Man you really want to Tokyo Drift off this bridge huh?"

So he spent the rest of the drive reading out extensive analysis he had conducted, picking apart your rap and diving into what everything could potentially mean, how the rhyme and structure worked and how he could potentially take some patterns to experiment with.

Yunho was in awe - he could not get enough of professional Mingi, so he was more than happy to hear that he found such a good role model.

It was that sparkle in his friends eyes, the grin that would not leave his face as he talked about a rare video he found on YouTube of you freestyling during a radio show, his pride as he exclaimed that he had found some of your earliest recordings in the depths of SoundCloud, diving into babbling away about how your sound, though had always been unique, had indeed evolved over time.

To Mingi, you were a daring character, not caring for the blueprints or trends, and inspired him to work harder than ever before, hone his skills further so that he could enjoy the music as much as you did. He wanted to live every line.

He already had the ability to feel the music coursing through his body, and move impeccably to every beat, but there was something indescribable about how you created your creations, something unreachable, that drew Mingi in.

He desperately wanted to crack the code - maybe in a way of natural competition, as he was also in the music industry, hell, also a rapper, but when he tried that theory on it did not sit well. Mingi did not see himself ever having even an echo of a thought to surpass you or wrong you – to him, you were in your own unique realm.

The young man had nothing but respect for you and wanted to simply translate that into a deeper understanding of your skills. He knew far too well just how hard it was to make performances like yours appear effortless.

As he listened and listened to studio recordings and compared them to the live versions he had replaying in his head, he noticed how you had even changed up the emotional landscape for the specific audience. There was no limit to how much variability there was.

Seeing how he had won over Yunho and even got him into being one of your listeners, albeit more casual, Mingi became even more bold about his passion for your music and his professional growth.

So, day in, day out he had begun to learn some of your rap, slowing it down, trying to repeat it after you. He had attempted to record himself on his phone to review progress, and then, for the final challenge… he needed Hongjoong’s help.

Upon hearing that the younger member wanted to go to the recording studio Hongjoong quite literally shot up from his sprawled position on the floor, dropping his paint brushes (much to Seonghwa’s rising discontent) and rushing to get ready.

He knew that when inspiration struck, it was a race against time to try recording anything.

Once they were in the studio and Hongjoong checked that all equipment worked, Mingi decided to sit him down and elaborate on what he wanted to do and why.

What he did not expect, however, was for Hongjoong to have a smug expression on his face, leaning back as if he… knew something. And knew it so well that it seemed he could maybe even fact check the information he was being given.

Soon enough, Mingi stopped his monologue to stare his captain down, eyebrow raised.

“Do you want me to text them?”

Mingi.exe stopped working.

What did Hongjoong mean by that? That he could text you? Did he mean to message you on social media? Or to try reaching out to you indirectly through management perhaps? That all seemed more realistic-

“No, for real, I have her number, lucky for you we are what one could consider friends.”

Mingi felt as though he was on some hidden camera prank show, quite literally turning his head to check if that was the case. When the first wave of shock did pass, he managed to mumble:

“But… how? How did you meet?”

“At a speaker and networking event, of all places. It was one dedicated to fusion of different disciplines that fall under the umbrella of creative arts, a few months back.”

“Oh, I think I remember! And wait wasn’t it the event where you presented about combining fashion and music and stuff like that, right?”

“Yes, exactly. So, really, it wasn’t a talk that I exclusively gave. There were a couple of others on the stage with me, and it was like a panel discussion. And guess who was one of the guests there? Your new celebrity crush! We had talked previously on occasion, but after that panel it was a 180 flip.”

“And that is when you got her… number?”

“Yeah. She gave it to me.”

Mingi did not want to admit but he was experiencing an odd pang of jealousy, at how serendipity had led you to Hongjoong and not him. How the older member could consider himself a friend of yours, but Mingi was just a fan. But he could not stay in this state for long – after all, this second level connection was an opportunity. He was sure to be able to reach you now.

A silence fell over the two members.

Hongjoong finally broke the silence with a chuckle, returning to what Mingi had been meaning to do:

“So, you want to record a cover, right? Or what was it again?”

“Yep… there is that one track. From her second album. ‘Dum Spiro Spero’. It blew me away. The title means 'While I breathe, I hope', and it tells a story of a child dreaming of making it on the big stage and working hard, and then finishes with them achieving it. When I first heard it... it just spoke to me."

Hongjoong shifted in his seat and moved to search up the track on the studio computer. Once on, he began to nod his head to the entrancing beat.

“This one is one of the less known ones, isn’t it? How did you come across it?”

“Setl-” Mingi slapped his hand over his mouth, realising that he may or may not have just exposed himself and set himself up for the scolding of a lifetime.

“Setl… setlist? SETLIST? Song Mingi… Are you meaning to tell me that you attended a public concert… without telling anyone?”

Mingi contemplated whether he wanted to drag Yunho into this, but chose not to as he merely lowered his head and gave Hongjoong a sheepish smile.

“Mmm… perhaps?”

“Boy, I don’t even need to ask you to come to my room, everything’s prepped already. You are about to get that breath knocked out of you Mingi.” Hongjoong’s expression darkened as he stood up to approach the younger man. But then the latter had the audacity to stand up too.

Ah, the benefits of having a height advantage. “You were saying?”

“Listen here you big little shit-”

After indeed having to listen through an extensive collection of colourful words and a stern warning to never do such risky things (at least without Hongjoong knowing) ever again, they moved to recording the cover.

Since they did not have the instrumental for your track, Hongjoong had laid a beat that was similar and, in front of Mingi’s very eyes sent you a message asking if it was okay to even attempt to do what they were about to do.

Midway through recording, the phone buzzed with a simple offer. To come to your studio so that the three of you could make something even better.

If it was possible for a human being to literally light up a room, Mingi was sure to be the brightest star. Glowing, he stepped out of the booth, mouth wide open, morphing into the most adorable grin.

"Is... that... is that really them?"

"Yep, and you should be getting added to a group chat right... now."

His phone dinged, and he could not believe his eyes. It was a number, your number, on his screen, a notification saying that he was added to 'triple threat trio' and a quick text of you informing that this, indeed was yourself and no one else.

Hongjoong was genuinely afraid that Mingi was going to hit the ceiling because he jumped that high.

A giggly mess, the young rapper and your fan fell back onto the sofa behind where Hongjoong was seated, and typed out a response introducing himself and adding that he really liked your work.

"HYUNG SHE SAYS SHE LIKES OUR WORK TOO AHH"

"You know I sent her some of the tracks from our album before they were even officially released, right?"

"You did what now?"

"Yeah, but don't worry it was just snippets and I had it cleared with the producer. He knows her too so it was easy enough."

"WHY WAS I IN THE DARK ABOUT THIS!!!?"

"BECAUSE YOU NEVER ASKED?"

"I am going to stop calling you hyung I have not an ounce of respect left-"

"Now that's too far boy one more word and I am asking Y/N to write a diss track about you."

"And I would thank you, HONGJOONG" he exclaimed, still beaming, making a run for it out of the studio and into the corridor, the captain hot on his heels.

The only thing on his mind was that he was going to be recording with you. He would be able to hear you, basically one on one, doing what you did best. And on top of that, you would be creating art together.

에이티즈윤호; atz’s yunho

` *° . • ☆ morning glories .. .

wc 539. general audiences. lowercase intended.

content; your husband doesn’t want you to get out of bed, he wants cuddles >:[

✧. ┊soft, melodic tones playing from your phone were what drew you out of sleep. it wasn't the stripes of sunlight glowing through the blinds and onto the bed, nor was it the warmth of your husband's tight embrace around your body, his chest slowly rising and falling against your back. so of course, you were immediately put into a bad mood. 

"damn it," you sighed heavily whilst dismissing the phone alarm. 

normally, beautiful mornings like today were the things you lived for. there was absolutely nothing better than waking up to golden sunlight and safe, warm cuddles, hearing the birds chirping right outside your window. you loved to bask in the glow of sunrise, enjoying just how safe and loved jeong yunho made you feel. 

unfortunately, waking up to the soft (but persistent) strains of your alarm could only mean one thing: there was no time for cuddles. had you woken before your alarm as you did on most days, cuddling would have been a luxury you could afford. but today, running late was a real possibility, avoidable only by getting out of bed now. 

with another sigh, you rolled out from underneath the covers. or you tried to, anyway. 

yunho's arms tightened around your tummy, trapping you in his hold under the sheets. "stay," he groaned sleepily. "stay with me."

you smiled a tiny smile as he nuzzled his cold nose into your neck. 

"I can't, baby," you said with regret. "I have work today, remember?" 

you could feel his sweet little pout against your throat. "don't go to work." his hold on you became possessively tighter. "I'm more important."

you giggled at that - he wasn't wrong, after all. 

"yunho - "

"no." he said it cutely, shaking his head. "m keeping you here forever."

he swung one of his giant legs over yours and once more tightened his arms around your torso so that you were completely caged in his warmth, hardly able to move. 

with a playful groan, you attempted to wriggle out of your husband's grasp. "yunho~" you whined.

but he only shook his head again, kissing your neck and humming cutely in protest. "think of your priorities," he chirped happily. "which is more important - cuddling with your adoring husband, or making money so we can pay the bills?" 

you raised one eyebrow, despite knowing he wouldn't be able to see it. "how is that even a question?" 

"exactly," he said with smug satisfaction. "I'm way more important." 

"jeong yunho!" you cackled. "you're ridiculous!" 

"but you're not denying that I'm right," he hummed happily, smooching your neck repeatedly. his fingers dug into your sides to tickle you, and you squirmed and giggled, struggling to break free of the cage his body created around you. 

"please! no more tickles!" 

for a second, yunho stilled, bringing his mouth near your ear. "I'll stop if we can snuggle for five more minutes." 

you rolled your eyes, but could not prevent a smile from coming to your face. yunho wasn't entirely wrong when he claimed to be your number one priority. 

"you're lucky I'm so in love with you."

your husband hummed smugly, leaning over your body to capture your lips in a sweet kiss. "I know I am."

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I DEVOURED THIS. I'm just in love with them, I'm excited to read the second season. Can I be tagged please?

HEAVEN NAVIGATION.

season one.

in a universe where humans owning hybrids is considered normal—even encouraged by society. hwang jiyu works at kq hybrid recovery facility and meets not one, but eight hybrids that turn her world upside down. little does she know that she provided them with what they call their home and heaven.

✧ release date: august 17, 2020.

✧ genres: ateez au, hybrid au, fluff, and angst.

mentions of abuse, blood, etc. if you are uncomfy with any of these topics, please read with discretion or don’t read at all.

✧ taglist: currently don’t have one, but if you would like to be a part of it, feel free to send me a dm or message!

✧ notes: this is spin–off of my ateez 9th member au! please feel free to check jiyu out! :)

✧ reading order for the full details:

seonghwa → yunho → hongjoong → mingi → yeosang → san → wooyoung → jongho

PARK, SEONGHWA

✧ as a feral wolf hybrid that was violent with all of the employees assigned to him, seonghwa was subjected to be put down. however, jiyu being the softhearted feral hybrid nurse she was, she decided to save seonghwa no matter what it took.

KIM, HONGJOONG

✧ the tiger hybrid managed to escape from south korea’s top illegal hybird ring fights. of course, they didn’t let him go so easily. losing his chasers in a forest, covered in blood—his and others’—he decided to accept his fate of death from his wounds until a female and two other hybrids managed to take him from death’s grip.

JEONG, YUNHO

✧ being abandoned by your owners is never fun. but yunho takes it as a chance to explore the world as his owners were never the kindest people. having wandered around jiyu’s condo, seonghwa discovers the lost puppy and said puppy is offered a second chance at a place to call home.

KANG, YEOSANG

✧ this fox hybrid was brought into the recovery facility covered in scratches, whip marks, blood, and every other injury you could imagine. due to this, yeosang has trouble trusting humans, as he was afraid they could just hurt him all over again. until he meets jiyu, his “angel nurse”.

CHOI, SAN

✧ this fellow stray cat hybrid has been hanging around jiyu’s condo for as long as he could remember, although jiyu may not have noticed him. the cold winter breeze and jiyu’s open bedroom window prompts him to sneak into her bedroom one night. it was just suppose to be one night, but the gods must’ve been smiling upon him.

SONG, MINGI

✧ this abandoned, shy bunny hybrid loves hanging around the open field area of the recovery facility. one day, with the help of jungkook, another bunny hybrid, jiyu meets mingi. after days of mingi being too shy and running away from her, a bag of carrots and mint chocolate ice chip cream was all it took to seal the deal.

JUNG, WOOYOUNG

✧ this mischevious dolphin hybrid escaped an illegal experiment lab and has wandered the ocean for almost a year. all he longed for was love and attention—maybe even a family. who knew his “little” prank on jiyu would be the beginning to all of his wishes being granted.

CHOI, JONGHO

✧ like hongjoong, this fluffy brown–bear hybrid was captured for hybrid ring fights. fortunately, he was rescued by a hybrid rescue team when they caught wind of the illegal fights occuring. he ended up being transported to kq hybrid recovery facility. fate has its ways and he ends up in jiyu’s care.