Andy 😨
You're really stiff
what😭
You when I hugged u 🧍
oh lol
i was surprised
I'm taking offence to that btw
wait that cat is so cute 😄😆
Ikk
I saw Jaemin had kittens they look so cute
yeah he has 3
Omgg 🥺🥺🥺
I wanna meet them
wait
You have 3 kittens in ur dorm
lol no he moved out into his own place
Ohh nice
What happens when you guys have schedules or tours the poor kittens
he takes them to haeri
she loves them
Well if Jaemin needs a kitten babysitter tell him I'm free 🤩
they are kind of crazy sometimes though
a bit scary 😨
Don't tell me ur scared of kittens
only when they do something scary 😖
😭😭
Do you have any pets
no i dont think i could take care of a pet tbh 😅
do you
nopeee my brother is allergic to cats so we never and my sister is scared of dogs 💔
I have practice now so I gtg
same loll it feels like we are always practicing
Ikkk 😭 have fun tho
you too 😄
Hayuniverse's story
"Honey, I'm here!" Hana's voice called out as soon as she stepped into the practice room to see Hayun.
The room was bathed in the soft glow of fluorescent lights, casting shadows on the polished wooden floor. Everlast had gathered for another rigorous session, their dedication evident in the way they stretched and warmed up with precision.
Hayun flashed a tired but grateful smile at Hana's arrival. Everlast was her sanctuary, a place where she could lose herself in the music and movement, leaving behind the weight of the world- even if only temporarily.
As the other members, Seola, Suyin, and Akari, joined them, the atmosphere crackled with energy and anticipation. They exchanged nods and encouraging words, a silent understanding passing between them. Together, they were a force to be reckoned with, a seamless fusion of talent and determination.
With a nod from Hana, the music began to pulse through the speakers, filling the room with its infectious rhythm. They started with a series of synchronized steps, each movement fluid and purposeful. Hayun threw herself into the choreography, her body responding instinctively to the music.
But as she danced, a nagging voice crept into her mind, insidious and persistent. It whispered the harsh critiques and hate-filled comments that plagued her online. Hayun had always prided herself on her resilience, but in moments like these, the wounds felt raw and unhealed.
She forced herself to push through, to bury the doubts beneath layers of determination. But with each move, the memories threatened to engulf her, pulling her down into a swirling vortex of self-doubt.
Seola, ever perceptive, caught the tension in Hayun's movements. She exchanged a concerned glance with Hana before subtly adjusting her own position, drawing closer to Hayun with silent solidarity. Suyin mirrored her actions, offering a small smile of encouragement that spoke volumes.
Meanwhile, Akari's infectious enthusiasm seemed undimmed as she threw herself into the routine. Her boundless energy was a beacon of light in the dimly lit room.
But it was Hana who truly anchored Hayun, her unwavering support a lifeline in the storm. With a gentle touch, she guided Hayun through the steps when she groaned in frustration, her presence a steady reassurance amidst the chaos. And as they danced, side by side, Hayun felt the weight begin to lift, replaced by a renewed sense of purpose and determination.
After the intense routine, the group decided to take a well-deserved break, sprawled out on the floor in various states of exhaustion. Hayun, however, found herself drawn to the full-length mirror at the edge of the room.
Despite the beads of sweat glistening on her forehead and the slight tremble in her limbs, she couldn't resist the urge to continue dancing.
As the others chatted and caught their breath, Hayun stood before the mirror, her reflection a blur of motion as she improvised to the faint echo of the music still lingering in the air.
Seola watched from afar, a fond smile playing on her lips as she observed Hayun lost in her own world.
Hana sensing her friend's need for support, rose from her spot and made her way over to the mirror, silently joining her.
At first, Hayun didn't notice Hana's approach, too caught up in the rhythm pulsating through her veins. But as their eyes met in the reflection, a sense of calm washed over her, grounding her in the present moment.
"You're incredible, you know that?" Hana said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Hayun blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity in Hana's words.
"I don't know about that." she murmured, a hint of self-doubt creeping back into her voice.
Hana shook her head, her gaze unwavering.
"No, really. You have this raw talent, this passion that shines through in everything you do. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise."
Touched by Hana's unwavering belief in her, Hayun felt a lump form in her throat. She had always admired Hana's strength and resilience, but in that moment, she realized just how lucky she was to have her as a friend.
"Thank you," Hayun whispered, her voice barely audible over the faint strains of music. "I needed that."
Hana smiled, reaching out to squeeze Hayun's hand in reassurance.
"Anytime, babe. We're in this together, remember?"
And as they stood there, bathed in the soft glow of the overhead lights, Hayun knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, as long as she had the girls by her side, she could overcome anything.
Together, they were unstoppable.
With the intensity of practice momentarily set aside, the members of Everlast gathered in a circle on the floor of the practice room.
"So, who's up for some storytelling?" Akari exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked around at her friends.
Seola chuckled, leaning back against the mirrored wall.
"I'm game. Who wants to start?"
Hana raised her hand with a grin.
"I'll go first. Let me tell you about the time we got lost on our way to a practice."
Hayun, the newest member of the group, leaned in eagerly, her curiosity piqued. She had missed out on the trials and tribulations of their trainee days, but she was eager to learn more about her friends' journeys.
As Hana launched into her tale, the room was filled with laughter and animated gestures. She recounted the misadventures of their rookie days, from missed train transfers to getting stuck in a sudden downpour without an umbrella. With each passing moment, Hayun felt herself drawn deeper into their shared history, her laughter mingling with theirs.
Seola was next, sharing a story about the time they had to perform in front of a notoriously tough panel of judges.
Suyin followed suit, her stories were filled with warmth and affection.
Finally, it was Akari's turn. She grinned mischievously as she launched into a story about the time they had crashed a senior group's practice session, much to the amusement of everyone present. Her lively storytelling drew raucous laughter from the group.
As the evening wore on, the conversation turned to more personal topics. They shared their hopes and dreams for the future, the challenges they had overcome, and the moments that had shaped them into the dancers they were today.
Hayun listened intently, her heart swelling with gratitude for the opportunity to be a part of such a special group. Despite her initial apprehensions about joining Everlast, she felt a deep sense of belonging in their midst, as if she had finally found her place in the world.
And as they sat there, basking in each other's company, Hayun knew that no matter what the future held, she had found not just friends, but family in Everlast. And that was more than enough to fill her heart with joy.
♮
As much as Everlast bought her joy...Hayun couldn't suppress the feeling of immense sadness everytime she remembered the hate that surround her.
Alone in one of the small empty practice rooms, Hayun sat cross-legged on the floor, her phone in hand. The harsh glow of the screen illuminated her face, casting deep shadows in the hollows of her cheeks as she scrolled through a sea of comments.
Her eyes were glued to the screen, tracing each word with a mixture of nausea and dread.
The comments were a relentless barrage of negativity, a reminder of the scrutiny and judgment that came with being in the spotlight. They criticized her appearance, her talent, her worth as a performer. Each word was like a dagger to her heart, reopening old wounds that she had tried so hard to heal.
She knew she shouldn't be reading them, that it would only feed into the cycle of self-doubt and insecurity. But like a moth drawn to a flame, she found herself unable to tear her gaze away, unable to resist yearning for validation. She found herself reading more comments, even if it came in the form of cruel words from faceless strangers.
As she scrolled, her heart sank lower and lower with each passing comment. They called her untalented, mediocre, a disgrace to the industry. They mocked her dreams and belittled her aspirations, tearing down everything she had worked so hard to achieve.
Hayun felt a lump form in her throat, choking back the emotion that threatened to spill over. She had always prided herself on her resilience, on her ability to rise above the hate and negativity. But in moments like these, the weight of it all felt too much to bear.
She tried to remind herself that these comments were just words, that they didn't define her worth or her talent. But no matter how hard she tried to rationalize it, the sting of their words lingered, festering like an open wound that refused to heal.
In the silence of the empty room, Hayun felt utterly alone, adrift in a sea of doubt and uncertainty. She wondered if she would ever be able to silence the voices of doubt that haunted her, if she would ever be able to find peace in a world that seemed determined to tear her down at every turn.
With a trembling hand, Hayun closed her phone, the screen going dark as she finally tore herself away from the toxic cycle of negativity. In the silence that followed, she took a deep breath, steeling herself against the storm raging within her.
It felt like a dark grey storm cloud lingered over her as she exited the room and began to walk through the building. Each step weighed heavily on her heart. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed harsh and unforgiving, casting long shadows that mirrored the turmoil within her.
As she navigated the corridors, Hayun couldn't shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at her insides.
The laughter and chatter of those passing only served to deepen her sense of isolation, highlighting the gaping void that existed within her.
Each passing face blurred into a sea of anonymity, their smiles and greetings ringing hollow in her ears. She tried to force a smile in return, to mask the pain that threatened to consume her, but it felt like a futile effort against the overwhelming tide of despair.
Needing somewhere to just sit and relax, Hayun found herself heading to the cafeteria. She was also thirsty, head pulsating with pain and throat dry.
The chatter around her blurred into a meaningless buzz, the voices blending together into a symphony of white noise. She felt like a ghost haunting the edges of reality, invisible and forgotten in a world that had no place for her.
As she stood there in front of the various drink, lost in her own thoughts, she couldn't help but wonder if things would ever get better.
She wondered if she was really made for this.
Her gaze was unfocused as she stared at the colorful array of beverages. The noise of the cafeteria faded into the background, replaced by the sound of her own racing thoughts.
Suddenly, a voice broke through the haze, jolting her back to reality. Hayun blinked, turning to see Jisung standing beside her, a hesitant expression on his face. There was a subtle tension between them, and seeing him in person reminded her of him seeing her in a state she didn't want to show much of.
"Hey..." Jisung said, his voice soft and tentative but slightly shy. "Are you okay?"
Hayun hesitated, unsure how to respond. She wasn't used to people reaching out to her, especially not someone like Jisung, with his awkward but cute smile and a pure aura about him. But there was something in his eyes, a genuine concern that touched her in a way she couldn't explain.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she murmured, forcing a smile that felt like a mask. "Just... lost in thought, I guess." Hayun reached for a bottle of water, fidgeting with her rings as she stood in line to pay, feeling his presence join behind her.
There was a silence, one Hayun didn't try to fill like she usually did and it left Jisung unsettled. He was so used to her talking at him that he didn't realise how much effort she put into their interactions.
He bit at his bottom lip, contemplating what to do.
"...um," he began, clearing his throat. He didn't look at her but he knew she had turned her head to look at him. "I-if you ever need someone to talk to," Jisung began, his voice slightly wobbly with nerves, "I'm here- but I know you'd rather talk to your members or someone, they're all there for you too."
Hayun looked up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his words. She had always seen Jisung as someone who didn't necessarily think much of her or care too much about her, but now, in this moment of vulnerability, he surprised her.
"Thank you," she said softly, her voice trembling with emotion. "I appreciate that."
Jisung smiled, a genuine warmth lighting up his features.
"Anytime. That's..." he trailed off, cheeks tinting pink. "w-what friends are for?"
Hayun felt a smile of her own breaking on her lips.
"Yeah, you're right."
And as they stood there, side by side in the bustling cafeteria, Hayun felt a glimmer of hope ignite within her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn't as alone as she had once thought.
As they made their way through the line, Jisung's eyes lit up in awe at the sight of the array of dishes laid out before them. His enthusiasm was contagious, and Hayun found herself drawn in by his excitement.
"Wow," he exclaimed, his voice filled with wonder. "Look at all this food! It all looks so good!"
Hayun couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm, her own worries momentarily forgotten in the face of his infectious energy.
"Hey," Jisung said, noticing her hesitation. "What are you going to get?"
Hayun's smile faltered, a surge of embarrassment washing over her. She had been so lost in her own thoughts that she hadn't even realized she hadn't eaten much all day.
"I, uh, I'm not really hungry," she stammered, trying to mentally shake away the memory of him overhearing the conversation with Seola.
Hayun didn't want people to know the extent she struggled with food, she could barely come to terms with it herself.
"Oh," he said, pointing to some of the food. "You've got to try this. It's amazing!"
And before she knew it, Hayun found herself following his lead, her own plate soon filled with some food.
Jisung wasn't stupid, he knew she only got the food because of him- not wanting to seem rude. He just hoped maybe she would eat a little.
Jisung stopped by the end of the line, turning around to get her attention. Her sight followed his where he was smiling towards in humour.
There in front of them were two cupcakes, the last two.
She laughed, reaching forward to get the last one after Jisung.
"You know..." she began, following behind Jisung who started walking to a table. "I'm gonna have to start calling you cupcake or something."
Jisung spluttered out in surprise, laughing at the absurd suggestion.
"Cupcake?" He repeated, bewildered.
"Yeah." She grinned, tilting her head with a frown painting her lips now. "You don't like it?"
"Uh..." Jisung wasn't sure how to handle her sad expression, about to backtrack on himself but she burst out laughing.
"I'm joking." She said, taking a seat, as did he in front of her.
Their conversation flowed easily, the awkwardness of earlier dissipating into the background as they talked.
"Um. So, how's practice been going for you?" Jisung asked.
Hayun shrugged, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"It's been...a bit hectic, to say the least. But I'm getting there."
Jisung nodded sympathetically, his eyes filled with understanding.
"Yeah, I get that. It can be tough, especially with all the performances."
Hayun felt a pang of gratitude at his empathy, a reminder that she wasn't alone in her struggles.
Jisung just understood.
The two of them were sat at a table tucked away in a quiet corner of the cafeteria, away from the noise and chaos. Hayun sank back into her seat with a sigh of relief, the weight of the day settling heavily on her shoulders.
For the first time in what felt like ages, Hayun felt like she could breathe again, the heaviness in her chest lifting with each passing moment. Jisung's presence was like healing to her soul, a reminder that there was still goodness in the world, even in the darkest of times.
The two of them somehow ended up on the topic of childhood.
"What's your favorite childhood memory?" Jisung said, his voice filled with genuine curiosity.
Hayun paused, a wistful smile playing at the corners of her lips as she recalled fond memories from her past.
"Hmm, there are so many to choose from," she mused. "But I think one of my favorites would have to be the time my family went camping."
Jisung's eyes lit up with interest as he listened intently to her story.
"That sounds amazing," he said, his voice filled with admiration. "What was it like?"
Hayun's smile widened as she painted a vivid picture of her childhood adventure, describing the crisp mountain air, the crackle of the campfire, and the thrill of sleeping under the stars. She spoke of roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories with her brother, the memories flooding back with a warmth that spread through her like sunshine.
As she spoke, Jisung listened with rapt attention, hanging on her every word as if he were experiencing the moment himself. It felt like they were transported back in time, reliving the magic of her childhood together.
When she finished her story, Jisung's eyes were alight with wonder.
"Wow, that sounds like something out of a movie." he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe.
Hayun chuckled, feeling a surge of happiness at his reaction.
"It was pretty special." she admitted, her voice soft with nostalgia.
As they continued to talk, Jisung shared his own childhood memories, telling Hayun tales of practice adventures and trainee birthday parties. His stories were filled with joy, a testament to the happiness he had experienced growing up.
Childhood memories faded into the background as they forged new memories together, their bond growing unbeknown to them.
Hayun couldn't help but feel a sense of hope blossoming within her heart. She knew that the future held endless possibilities, but in that moment she hoped something.
That Jisung wouldn't end up leaving, she liked his company.
As Jisung spoke, his features came alive with animation, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm and his smile lighting up his face. Hayun couldn't help but be captivated by the way his eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed, the way his voice carried a hint of warmth and sincerity that made her heart flutter.
She found herself watching him intently, her gaze tracing the curve of his jawline, the way his lips moved as he spoke. There was a boyish yet innocent charm to him that was utterly endearing, a magnetic energy that drew her in like a moth to a flame.
His hair was dark, framing his face in a way that made her fingers itch to reach out and move it out of the way of his eyes. And his eyes..., not that he made eye contact at lot but his eyes were pretty.
As she listened to him, Hayun couldn't shake the feeling that there was something special about Jisung, something that set him apart from the rest.
Lost in her thoughts, Hayun realized with a start that she had been staring, her gaze lingering on Jisung's face longer than was probably appropriate. Heat rushed to her cheeks as she quickly looked away, her heart pounding in her chest.
But when she glanced back at him, she found him smiling as he spoke, unbeknownst to her thoughts, his eyes crinkled at the corners in a way that made her heart skip a beat.
And in that moment, Hayun knew that her crush on Jisung was more than just a passing attraction.
Shit
♮
The next day, Hayun found herself sitting in a cozy corner of the cafe, a steaming mug of hot chocolate cradled between her hands as she immersed herself in the pages of a book. The cafe was bustling with activity, the murmur of voices and the clinking of cups providing a soothing backdrop to her reading.
As she turned the pages, Hayun felt herself getting lost in the world of the story, her imagination taking flight as she followed the adventures of the characters. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, mingling with the rich scent of chocolate and warm pastries.
Despite the hustle and bustle around her, Hayun felt a sense of calm settle over her like a comforting blanket. There was something inherently soothing about being surrounded by the familiar sights and sounds of the cafe, a sanctuary away from the chaos of the outside world.
With each sip of hot chocolate, she felt her worries melt away, replaced by a sense of contentment and peace. It was moments like these that reminded her of the simple pleasures in life, the joy of getting lost in a good book and the warmth of a hot drink on a chilly day.
Chenle made his way through the bustling cafe, carefully balancing a tray of food and drinks in one hand while he fished his phone out of his pocket with the other.
As he scrolled through his messages, a sudden realization struck him- he needed to use the restroom, and there was no way he could juggle his drinks and his phone at the same time.
Frowning in frustration, Chenle glanced around the crowded cafe, searching for a solution to his dilemma. That's when his eyes landed on Hayun, sitting alone at a nearby table, engrossed in her book with a mug of hot chocolate in hand.
With a shrug, Chenle made his way over to her table, his steps hesitant as he approached.
"Hey," he said as he tried to catch her attention.
Hayun looked up from her book, surprised to see Chenle standing before her with a tray of drinks in hand.
"Oh, hi," she replied, a hint of confusion in her voice.
"I was wondering if you could do me a favour?" Chenle asked, looking down at her.
Hayun raised an eyebrow, curious as to what Chenle could possibly need from her. "Sure, what do you need?" she asked, setting her book aside and giving him her full attention.
Chenle gestured to the tray of drinks in his hand.
"I need to use the bathroom, but I don't know where to leave my stuff. Can I leave them here?" he asked, motioning to the table.
Hayun blinked in surprise, caught off guard by Chenle's request.
"Of course," she said with a warm smile, gesturing to the table. "I'll guard your drinks with my life." She exaggerated, the sentence making Chenle chuckle in amusement.
Relief washed over Chenle's features as he set the tray down on the table, giving Hayun a grateful smile.
"Thank you. I'll be right back," he promised, before hurrying off in the direction of the restroom.
Chenle returned to the table with a relieved sigh, casually sliding into the seat opposite Hayun.
As he settled back into his seat, his gaze lingered on Hayun, and she couldn't help but feel a flutter of nervousness in the pit of her stomach. It felt like he was about to interrogate her or something.
"So, what are you reading?" he asked, gesturing to the book lying on the table in front of her.
Hayun felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she glanced down at the cover of the book.
"Oh, it's just a cheesy romance novel," she admitted, feeling a little self-conscious under Chenle's scrutiny.
"Really? What's it about?"
Hayun couldn't help but smile at his question, she was pretty sure he wasn't interested that much but he looked curious about her hobby. "It's about a woman who inherits a bookstore and falls in love with this guy who comes to the shop." she explained, feeling a sense of excitement as she described the plot.
She didn't get to explain the books she read much with those around but Chenle genuinely didn't seem to mind.
Eventually, the topic turned to Chenle's drinks.
"So, you're waiting for your girlfriend?" she asked, her curiosity getting the better of her.
Chenle nodded, a smile playing at the corners of his lips.
"Yeah, she should be here any minute," he replied, his eyes lighting up at the mention of her.
Hayun could see the genuine happiness shining in Chenle's eyes as he talked about her.
"Tell me more about her," Hayun urged, her curiosity getting the better of her. "What's she like? She seems really nice from what I've seen."
And as Chenle began to talk about his girlfriend, Hayun couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth spreading through her chest.
She loved seeing love.
♮
The night was still and quiet as Hayun tossed and turned in her bed, unable to find peace in the embrace of sleep. The weight of the day's worries pressed heavily on her chest, filling her mind with a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions that refused to be silenced.
With a frustrated sigh, she threw back the covers and slipped out of bed, padding softly across the room to the window. She pushed it open, letting in a cool breeze that carried the faint sight city lights. The night sky stretched out before her, a vast expanse of darkness dotted with the twinkling lights of stars.
Unable to resist the call of the night, Hayun made her way up to the rooftop, the stairs creaking softly beneath her feet. As she emerged onto the open space, she was greeted by the gentle caress of the breeze, its cool touch a welcome relief from the stifling heat of the day.
She found a comfortable spot to sit, her back against the low wall that lined the edge of the rooftop. From this vantage point, she had a panoramic view of the city below, the streets quiet and deserted in the late hours of the night.
Closing her eyes, Hayun let herself relax into the moment, allowing the soothing sounds of the night to wash over her. The distant hum of traffic, the rustle of leaves in the breeze, all of it served to lull her into a state of peaceful tranquility.
As she breathed in the crisp night air, Hayun felt the tension slowly melt away from her body, leaving her feeling weightless and free. It was as if the weight of the world had been lifted from her shoulders, replaced by a sense of lightness and clarity.
She leaned back against the wall, tilting her head back to gaze up at the starry sky. The stars seemed to twinkle with a special brilliance tonight, their light casting a soft glow over the rooftop and bathing everything in a gentle, ethereal glow.
Lost in the beauty of the moment, Hayun felt a sense of awe wash over her. She couldn't help but marvel at the vastness of the universe, at the sheer magnitude of the cosmos stretching out before her.
Hayun thought about going back downstairs to sleep but the very reason she couldn't sleep was because a memory wouldn't stop replaying everytime she tried to.
This one memory, the same one that haunted her.
In the soft glow of her bedroom nightlight, a young Hayun sat nestled under the covers, her eyes heavy with sleep as she clutched her favorite stuffed animal tightly to her chest. Beside her, her mother sat perched on the edge of the bed, a warm smile gracing her lips as she tucked the blankets snugly around her daughter.
"Alright, my little princess," her mother murmured, her voice soft and gentle as she brushed a strand of hair away from Hayun's forehead. "Time for bed."
Hayun pouted playfully, not quite ready to let go of the day's adventures.
"But I'm not tired!" she protested, her voice tinged with a hint of defiance.
Her mother chuckled, the sound like music to Hayun's ears.
"I know, sweetheart. But even princesses need their beauty sleep."
With a theatrical sigh, Hayun relented, sinking back against the pillows with a dramatic flourish.
"Fine," she conceded, her lips curling into a mischievous grin. "But only because you said so."
Her mother laughed, the sound warm and infectious as she leaned down to press a gentle kiss to Hayun's forehead.
"That's my good girl," she murmured, her voice filled with love and affection.
As Hayun settled into bed, her mother began to hum a soft lullaby, the melody weaving through the air like a gentle breeze. It was a song they had sung together countless times before, a comforting reminder of the bond they shared.
As the lullaby filled the room, Hayun felt herself growing drowsy, her eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. She snuggled closer to her mother, the warmth of her presence like a soothing balm against the chill of the night.
In those fleeting moments before sleep claimed her, Hayun felt a sense of peace settle over her like a blanket, wrapping her in its comforting embrace. And as she drifted off into dreams, she knew that no matter what tomorrow brought, she would always be safe and loved in her mother's arms.
Years later, as she lay in bed alone, Hayun would often find herself thinking back to that simple moment of childhood innocence, a bittersweet reminder of a time when her world was still whole and her heart still knew nothing of pain.