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[3:39pm] # jeong yunho.

“do you think your mom would like a tampa drill or a keychain?” you ponder, holding up both a tropical palm-tree keychain and a pearlish-purple conch-like shell. your boyfriend of numerous years, jeong yunho, furrows his brows acutely. his lips screw into an agog quirk as he fingers the fabric of his opened floral print button-up, glasses draped atop his curled baby blue tresses. the salt water from earlier’s endeavour landed his body in a refreshed but chilly state, locks frizzy and body reddened from the slight cold.

“mom likes anything you give her,” he informs, his relaxed posture practically dwarfing your own hunched one. “remember that mixed stem bouquet you got her? she wouldn’t stop bragging about how her ‘daughter in law is the sweetest thing!’” he imitates his mother with a haggard, high-octaved voice, laughing when you crack a simper. you’ve always had insecurities when it came to yunho’s family; albeit the fact that you all got along splendidly, many cliche worries harassed at you and hindered your ability to truly stay comforted.

yunho was raised properly, with boundless respect and his lovable personality birthed from familial support and care. at heart, he was and always would be a family man, no matter how often he denies it. you just didn’t want to leave a sour impression on the people he loved with his entire kind heart, knowing that their opinions have a great impact on his outlook of things. not only that, but you want to be someone that his mother and father regard with pride; proudness that their son is with someone approval-worthy; someone they can depend on to take care of him. 

and on the contrary, despite your mental exaggerations, yunho knew his family would welcome you with widely open arms and rather zealous smiles on their face.

“sweetheart, don’t worry! mom loves you, i promise.” the cliche doubtfulness you were experiencing made you rethink a lot of your choices. maybe getting a gift in general would seem too desperate for validation—or what if not getting a gift was unthoughtful? there were so many diffidences that bit at you boldly.

“yunho, i don’t know... are you sure she likes me?” yunho frowns at your lack of conviction to his honest assertion. befuddled, he pulls out his mobile device, quickly ringing up his mom while you questionably gaze at him. after a few beeps, his mother answers the phone with an enthusiastic prowess, her voice exhilarated and tickled with peculiarity at the oddity of yunho’s random call. she babies yunho with question after question of whether or not he’s eaten or how his day has been—but one inquiry above all sticks to you with anxiety.

“is y/n with you?” her voice is restrained but enthusiastic and you can hear the anticipation straining from over the phone. yunho confirms her question by mentioning that you’re right there beside him, enjoying the thrill of the beach and the tourist-centric gift shop the two of you were currently exploring. his mother gasps and immediately requests that she talk to you, voice rushed and impatient. you gulp and conspicuously shake your head adamantly at yunho who only smiles devilishly and pushes the phone into your hand, taking the keychain and ornamental but beautiful shell.

“he-hello, mrs. jeong...” you mumble, and the woman squeals and greets you with a motherly tone, requesting that you call her ‘mom’ before she asks questions similar to the ones she shot at yunho earlier. the shock on your face is quite obvious, mixed with the tinge of embarrassment you harboured for doubting yunho, himself. his mother fretted about the hot weather and how she had dinner plans for when the two of you returned home—she droned about how she misses you and how her other, smaller son misses you as well. it brings an subconscious smile to your face as you converse with her, walking the shop as she laughs and makes small talk with you. your tall boyfriend watches with a simple smug glint in his eye at the mere fact that without a doubt, his mother loved you.

his mother loved you because he loved you. and because you were a dazzling soul—someone considerate and intelligent and wonderful to everyone you know. it didn’t take a genius to figure that out, but yunho doubts that his mother would think otherwise even without his countless speeches about the upsides to dating you. lately, he’s been chatting with his mother while you sleep, and nowadays the aforementioned woman’s little rambles about her infamous and affectionately labelled ‘daughter in law’ have yunho thinking.

yunho toys with the velvet lined box holding a ring in his right pocket, observing as you fiddle with different multitudes of trinkets and knickknacks, laughing with his mom over baby stories and misplaced reminiscence. soon, he thinks—because looking at you right now? there isn’t an uncertainty in his mind.

back to me // s.mg

Pairing: military general!mingi x fem!reader

Word Count: 966

Genre: angst

Warning/s: implied major character death and just pure sadness

Prompts:

12- “Don’t leave me here.”

18- “Where did you go? I was waiting for you.”

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Heavy footsteps could be heard from the seven higher ups of Aurora’s military team as they walked through the crowd who were waiting for their own loved ones to arrive after the war. They all looked tired and exhausted but they captured the attention of almost everyone, noticing that someone’s missing to the usual pact of eight.

They didn’t even bother to look for their families as they decided to look for a certain person. All of them carry the most unbelievable news they’ve ever received and they’re readying themselves on how the person they’re looking for will react to it.

Looking around thoroughly, Yeosang was the first one who saw them, dragging his best friend along with him.

Wooyoung was filled with confusion as to why he was dragged but when they say where they were going, his expression immediately fell.

Running towards them was the girl that they’ve been meaning to talk to. She held a happy look on her face which doubled the guilt in their hearts. Reaching towards their place, she excitedly asked, “Where is he?”

The others held the look of guilt as the others looked away from her but Seonghwa still held a look that sympathizes with her as they made eye contact and from that, she knew.

With the smile on her face faltering, she couldn’t help but whisper as tears filled her eyes, “Oh my dearest Mingi.”

“Hey, look at that.” Mingi said pointing at the butterfly finding its location in a white camellia flower.

She looked at it, eyes wide with amazement as she excitedly pointed at it, “Mingi, it’s so pretty! Can we get a closer look?” She tried to pull him towards it but Mingi stood his ground.

Looking at him with eyes full of curiosity he filled in, “ I don’t want to disrupt that beauty but if you wish to see it up close, I’m afraid to say that this is the closest we could ever see it.”

She pouted at the information but still squatted next to him where she looked like a fairy beside its guardian, “Hey, don’t sulk,” Mingi said and squatted right beside her, “Here, let me give you something.”

He pulled out a necklace, similar to her favorite camellia flower and placed it around her neck. Seeing that it fits her perfectly he couldn’t help but smile.

“It’s for you. A gift.” He said and planted a kiss on her temple.

“It’s pretty,” She breathed out and noticed the same chain around his neck, “Is yours..?”

Mingi pulled out the necklace hidden under his buttoned up military blazer. His necklace has a butterfly facing sidewards that if hers and his necklace combined, it looked like a butterfly on top of the flower.

“That’s cute.” She giggled, “But why a butterfly?”

“So that even if I go somewhere far from you, there’s a possibility that I’ll come back to you.”

“Just a possibility?” There was a hint of sadness in her voice making Mingi let out a sigh. Pulling her close to him, he wrapped her in a warm hug, “You know that I’m always drawn to constant danger with my job right?” He received a nod of confirmation and continued, “But you know what? I’ll come back to you. I always do.”

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“Mingi, don’t leave me here.” She whimpered as she clung on to his jacket tighter.

Mingi only pulled her closer to him and planted a kiss on the crown of her head, “I’ll come back to you, love. I promise.”

She sniffled and then looked at Yunho who gave her a small smile. She detached herself from her boyfriend and cupped Yunho’s hands in hers, “Yunho, please keep him safe.” The desperation in her eyes made Yunho’s heart ache, “All of you, be safe please.”

Yunho was deemed speechless at the hard request, knowing what fate could possibly be ahead of them but he still nodded.

Filled with content, she looked back at Mingi and cupped his face, “I love you.”

Mingi planted a lingering kiss on her lips and connected their foreheads together, “I love you too, my darling.”

Yunho tried his best not to break down in front of his best friend’s partner as he fished something out of his pocket and grabbed both of her hands in his, “He wants me to give you this.”

She felt the cold metal meet her palms and even if without looking, she immediately knew. Breaking down, she puts it close to her chest, “Where did you go?” She whispered and placed a kiss on the butterfly pendant, “I was waiting for you.”

With her words, the other seven who her boyfriend considers as his brothers broke down crying, some resorting to just hide their faces in each other’s shoulders but Yunho just pulled her close to him, “I’m so sorry. I’m very very sorry.”

She sniffled, “No, Yunho, don’t be sorry. It’s not your fault. All of you, it’s not your fault.”

And then they were enveloped with silence, dedicating it for mourning, until Seonghwa broke it when he spoke, “Madam,” he tried to look at her without breaking into another set of tears, “We’re here to inform you that General Song Mingi died an honorable death.” He bowed his head down,” We’re so sorry for your loss and for our failure to protect him not only as his colleague but as his friends as well.”

She gave every single one of them a solemn smile, “I’m still thankful that you’ve been with him until his final breath.” She sucked in a deep sigh, “From the bottom of my heart, thank you for making my Mingi feel so important.”

Clutching the necklace close to her heart she said, “Thank you for bringing him back to me.”

Why can’t kpop fans just politely say they don’t like a song and move on why do they have to “justify” their distate with extremely hostile and angry language with at least one “fuck” and acting like the company shot their dog at point blank range...it is just a song we don’t need to put so much of our energy behind it

you don’t have to cancel everyone the second they misstep or do something dumb but you also DON’T have to defend everything that your fave does. you can say “hey this particular thing sucked” without getting into this all-or-nothing mentality. you are not an extension of the things you like. you can think freely and criticize the things (and people) that you like, and a criticism of something you like is not something that you should take personally or feel the need to correct/defend.

Okay so. To put it bluntly, 90% of the time? Your male idol faves probably aren't ♡~*woke*~♡.

Guaranteed.

They just know how to not trend for the wrong reasons and they have pr teams. When they do trend, from what I've seen, it's usually not something they did actively. Example: the NCTs and their smoking line. Sasaengs/sishengs were the cause of that, not the neos going out and boasting about their nicotine addiction.

They know how to, or rather, how not to act when the camera is on them. You cannot look me in the eyes and tell me that a bunch of teenagers and young adults who have slowly lost contact with regular peers are going to be developing in the same way. You cannot look me in the eye and tell me that teenage boys and young adult men who play video games are not saying gross things at some point. Especially when they know there's no camera on them.

Like, just a few weeks ago we saw Mark Lee do something rather vulgar when trying to describe rice cakes during a game of charades. And he's from the West. Where, in general, the culture is extremely different to South Korea.

Do I think that there are idols who are genuine and trying their best to become better people? 100% absolutely. I don't think that Ateez Hongjoong and the Polished Man campaign was a publicity stunt, and BTS even changed certain things in their lyrics to make sure Western, read: American, fans don't get accidentally offended by something. And I definitely don't think that Ten's answer about queer/LGBT fans was something SM would've endorsed had it been something more in their control.

But in general?

They just know what to do and say because they're trained and coached in it. They probably aren't doing it out of the goodness of their hearts.

Tl;dr: your faves at the end of the day are still just some guys and sometimes guys do and say stupid shit and you can't go around babying them because that doesn't help them learn or grow. Be critical of them like you would of anyone on the street. Just because their famous doesn't mean they're exempt.