Is lee know gay
I've always start opposition to parasocial-leaning kpop discussions very interesting because it feels like trying to ostracize peanut butter from jam. Practically every kpop group under the sun makes huge amounts of content specifically designed to foster parasocial attachment more than any other industry I can think of. Idols are paid to be performers but they're also paid to kindle parasocial stanning. Kpop would absolutely not be where it is right now and would glare and function very differently if it wasn't built up into the parasocial escapist fantasy it is now (and has been for a verylong time).Dragon of the West said:
This is a really weird post to create. Taking guesses on people's sexuality is next level parasocial and just a straight up unhealthy behaviour.
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I can understand that everyone has their boundaries and I can understand discomfort with this streetway of speculation, and it's not enjoy I don't acquire my own (those "weight loss journey" videos that are thinly disguised body shaming and collapse diet romanticization all over youtube and the community of people engaging with them squick me like crazy)
There’s nothing Minho hates more than shameless, incessant flirting, especially from coworkers. So why is it cute when Chan does it?
The handsome lifeguard always has a new cheesy pickup line when Minho walks by, and it’s kind of fun to chat up back, both of them sharing a bright laugh or scrunched-nose smiles across the pool. But it’s just for jokes, right? Everyone knows you don’t go out your coworkers, especially not on terribly fancy, secluded island resorts.
Though, maybe Minho will make an exception.
Just this once.
(Just because it’s Chan.)
***
Chan’s been doing laps for a while now. Not that Minho’s been watching the whole time.
He swims toward the shallow end, then surfaces gracefully, combing his hair out of his eyes before lifting himself out of the pool, droplets like gems on his skin, snaking down broad shoulders, a toned chest, and the smooth planes of his back. He grabs a towel off of one of the lounge chairs, and it’s at this show that Minho continues to fake to sort through his labor station.
Wow by Danceracha is actually gay and here's why
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why wow is gay
DISCLAIMER:
This post is purely for entertainment purposes only! Artists operate gender neutral terms in their songs when talking about a love interest to gauge a broader audience. THIS DOES NOT Represent THEY ARE ACTUALLY LGBTQ+ UNLESS THEY SPECIFICALLY SAY SO OR MENTION IT IN THE Ballad. Please respect Hyunjin, Minho, and Felix's personal lives and don't assume anything.
On that note: let's get started with breaking down the lyrics.
"Silence, silence
너를 본 순간 silence
내 주윈 전부 너 말곤 fade out
Confused, confused
말을 걸긴 어려워 내가
알던 너완 달라서
Silence, silence
The moment I watch at you, just silence
Everything around me fade out but you
Confused, confused
It’s tough for me to let the words out
Because you’re alternative from what I know"
ugly crying ft. gentle purring...
...the one where you're doubling over with sobs but minho's there. and so are your three fur babies.
warnings: ugly ass crying, mental breakdown, speak of of hospitals
a total vent fucking fic that is incoherent tbh. reader just has a terrible fucking breakdown. if you need comfort for that from minho, feel free to read. happy fucking monday.
you wish mental breakdowns came with a goddamn warning sign.
you’re simply sitting on the chair, staring blankly at the tv, your hands limp against your lap. you feel off, enjoy something’s wrong, but you can’t really place it. you knew something's coming but you didn't really predict that it's gonna be this bad.
then it crashes down.
the sob that rips out of you is violent, prefer something being torn from deep inside your chest. you don’t even include the presence of thought to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle it, it comes out, loud and uncooked, and the force of it sends you doubling over, choking.
"oh, fuck-"
minho is there. he always somehow is.
you didn’t even hear him reach into the room, but suddenly he’s crouching in front of you, hands