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synopsis: SEVENTEEN’s Luna and Jeonghan put their relationship to the test as they answer how well they really know each other in the Couple Quiz by GQ.

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backstreet’s back alright~ what could this possibly be about ?? it’s jeongna’s first public couple interview, but why now ? why are they both in white ? why now that jeonghan is almost finished with his service ? why not after he finishes ? why are jeongna everywhere ? what are they preparing us for ? . . . the wedding of the century perhaps ?!

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✧.* Aria (아리아), born on July 9, 2008, is a singer, dancer, lyricist, and assistant director under BIGHIT Entertainment. She debuted as a member of the sub-unit group TRILIS on August 1, 2026, with the release of their 1st EP Through the Collapsing Prism, which featured six tracks. All four members of TRILIS were credited in writing, producing, and directing the project. On September 25, 2026, TRILIS was later united with their twin group CORTIS, who had debuted earlier on August 10, 2025, to form the co-ed group TRISOL.

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Ashes of a promise

Some promises weren’t meant to survive

pariring: idol! Mingi x reader

genre/tags: Heavy angst, Secret relationship. Betrayal, cheating. Mingi is a cheater. Reader has financial issues. Mingi is just a jerk. Emotionally matured reader. Mingi regret. Heartbreak and crying from both sides. Summer setting/ country side. Mentions of the other ateez members. Family support. Let me know if I forgot anything🎀

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You learned to live with silence.

Silence was the safest companion when you loved someone like Song Mingi.

When ATEEZ debuted, their company imposed rules stricter than steel: no dating for the first years. It was an unspoken contract, one carved into the lives of every idol who stepped into the spotlight. For Mingi, it meant that you—his girlfriend, his first love, his home—existed in the quiet places no one else could see.

Your love lived in the gaps. In the late-night visits to your apartment when the rest of the dorm was asleep. In the hoodies and masks pulled low when you bought groceries together. In the secret smile he wore only when the cameras weren’t pointed at him. To the world, he was untouchable. To you, he was just Mingi.

And for years, that was enough.

Even as you juggled school and two jobs, even as you carried the crushing weight of supporting not only yourself but your family back home, it was enough. You never told him how deep your struggles went—how your paychecks vanished into bills that weren’t even yours, how your bones ached from exhaustion. Mingi thought he was protecting you by paying your rent, refusing to let you cover your own bills. He didn’t know he was saving you. He didn’t know he was keeping you afloat in ways you couldn’t even say aloud.

He didn’t know, because you never told him.

And maybe that was the beginning of the mistake.

But still—he was worth it. Every sacrifice. Every long shift you dragged yourself through. Every secret you bit back so that he wouldn’t feel guilty.

That’s why, when he started to grow distant, you told yourself it was nothing.

—————

Three months ago, the warmth of him began to change. His texts came later. His visits shortened. His laughter carried a hollow edge. Excuses piled up like bricks between you, but you never pushed. Idols had schedules that stretched them thin, and he was already risking everything to love you in secret. Who were you to complain?

So you stayed. You waited. You believed.

His birthday was coming, and you wanted to remind him how loved he was. You wanted to remind him that, even in the shadows, your love was real and unshakable.

Money was tight that month—exams kept you from working as much, and your paycheck was pitiful. Still, you sent most of it home to your family. The scraps you had left could have bought you groceries, maybe even some rest. Instead, you poured them into him.

You bought decorations. A cake. Little touches that would make his surprise party glow. With the help of the other members, the dorm filled with streamers, food, balloons, and the kind of warmth he deserved. Tonight, he would walk in, and for once the world would celebrate him as simply Mingi—not the idol, not the performer, just the boy you loved.

And tonight, you would finally tell him. You would finally confess what you had kept hidden: that by paying your bills, he had unknowingly saved you from drowning. That you were grateful beyond words. That he was the brightest thing in your life.

Everything was set.

—————

You were curling your hair when the doorbell rang.

You almost ignored it. Your hands were tangled with heat and spray, and you wanted to be ready on time. But it rang again, sharp and insistent. With a sigh, you set the iron down and hurried to the door.

No one.

Only a small chip and a folded note on the floor.

Your stomach dropped before you even bent to pick them up. You shut the door behind you, heart thudding, and unfolded the note.

“Plug this into your computer. I’m really sorry. I didn’t know he was taken.”

Confusion twisted in your chest. Then dread.

Your hands trembled as you turned off the curling iron, sat at your desk, and slid the chip into your laptop.

The screen lit up. Folders. Images.

And then your world ended.

Mingi. Smiling, but not at you. Holding a girl you didn’t know. Kissing her. Cooking together. Whispering, touching, laughing—moments that should have been yours but weren’t. Photos stretching back three months, each timestamp a knife.

Your breath shattered. A sob clawed its way up your throat before you could silence it. You pressed your hand against your chest as if you could hold yourself together, but the pieces were already falling.

Three months. That was when he had changed. That was when he had started leaving early, when his texts grew cold. You had told yourself to trust him. You had blamed the distance on work. You had believed in him.

And all along, he was giving his warmth to someone else.

Your body moved on autopilot.

You stumbled into the bedroom, pulled out your suitcase, and began packing. Clothes, essentials, the things that were yours. Everything else stayed. The gifts he had given you—the jewelry, the stuffed animals, the photos in frames—you left behind. They burned to touch.

The promise set—the ring, the bracelet, the necklace—came off your body like it was poison. You placed them gently on the table. Your hands shook as you wrote a letter, tears blotting the ink, telling him everything you hadn’t said before. Your gratitude. Your love. Your heartbreak. Your goodbye.

You ignored your buzzing phone. You ignored the calls from the boys. You sent one final message—I’m sorry. Mingi will explain.—and then blocked them all. Blocked him.

When the suitcase was zipped, you pulled it to the door.

In the garage, his car sat waiting for you. He had bought it for you, another gift. You sat inside for a long moment, staring at the wheel, before you broke. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t take another piece of him with you.

So you left it.

You dragged your suitcase down the street, caught a bus to the station, and boarded the night bus to the countryside. Back to your parents. Back to the place you had once fought so hard to escape.

As the city lights blurred past, you pressed your forehead to the cold window and cried silently. Your phone in your lap, you opened the photo album, and one by one, you deleted him. Deleted you. Deleted us.

Every swipe was a death. Every delete was another grave.

And still, through the hollow ache, you whispered a prayer he would never hear:

“Happy birthday, Mingi.”

—————

The summer air hung heavy and humid over the city, sticking to Mingi’s skin like a second layer he couldn’t peel off. Streetlight glinted against the heat-shimmered asphalt, neon signs buzzing in the sticky dusk. He tugged at the collar of his shirt, sweat prickling the back of his neck, but it didn’t matter. He wasn’t uncomfortable. He was worried.

You were late.

He glanced at his phone again. 7:10 p.m.

You were never late. Not for him. Not for this date.

This wasn’t supposed to be anything fancy. You had texted him days ago, insisting on a “just us” night out—a date, even though his birthday had been yesterday. You had sounded excited, shy, almost giddy in the way you never allowed yourself to be in public. He had smiled then, thinking it was sweet, thinking you just wanted a normal evening together.

And now you weren’t here.

Mingi ran a hand down his face. He called. Nothing. He texted. Nothing. He called again. Voicemail. Nothing

Panic seeped into him, slow and suffocating.

He swallowed hard. Something was wrong. Something terrible. He could feel it in the tension in his shoulders, in the tightness in his chest. He glanced at the empty restaurant entrance again. The street was full of laughing couples, friends spilling out of cafés, taxis honking, the city alive and oblivious—but you weren’t here.

He got into his car and drove to your apartment.

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The apartment smelled the same. Vanilla. Laundry. The faint residue of your perfume that always lingered. But the air was wrong. Still. Dead.

His eyes roamed the room, taking in the changes. Your favorite hoodie wasn’t draped over the chair anymore. His stomach sank deeper with every empty space. Your shoes gone. He frantically searched the whole apartment.

And then he saw it.

On the table.

The promise set. Ring, bracelet, necklace.

His chest tightened. He had worn his own set today, expecting to see yours as soon as he see yours. That vision had been enough to make him smile this morning. Now, it felt like a grave marker.

Beside it, a letter.

Your handwriting. Shaky but. His hands shook as he took it into his hands.

The words tore him apart

Mingi fell to his knees. His phone in his pocket vibrated insistently, but he didn’t answer. He couldn’t.

He stood up, when his eyes caught the chip at the edge of the table. His hand went to it automatically, numb and trembling. Mingi didn’t stop to think. He grabbed the chip, cradled the promise set and your letter.

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The garage was quiet except for the soft hum of the fridge. Your car sat there, untouched. Waiting. That meant you hadn’t used it. That meant it was a chance you weren’t gone yet.

He ran out to his car. His hands gripped the wheel until the veins on his arms stood out. He drove without direction, only instinct guiding him to the dorms.

When he arrived, his chest broke again.

The dorm was alive with color and noise. Balloons hung from the ceiling, confetti littered the floor, a cake sat untouched on the table. Streamers curled along the walls like frozen laughter.

His members and friends looked up at him, exhausted and tense.

“Where is y/n?” he asked, voice hoarse, shaking.

They questioned him in return. Where had he been? Why wasn’t she here? Why hadn’t he called? He ignored them, barely hearing, and rushed to his room, clutching the chip like it might burn him.

He plugged it in.

The photos.

Every single moment captured of him with her. Laughing. Kissing. Baking. Ordinary, intimate moments that had never been for you, the moments he had assumed you would never find out about.

Everything clicked.

The letter. The empty apartment. The promise set. The chip. How did you find out?

Mingi sank to the floor, the weight of his choices pressing into his lungs. He pressed the ring to his chest, sobs wracking his body. He had betrayed you. He had broken everything.

Even though it was his fault, even though he had been selfish, he still wanted you back.

—————

The bus window was warm against your temple, even at midnight.

Summer in the city never cooled, not even when the streets emptied, not even when the neon lights flickered themselves into exhaustion. The air had been heavy when you boarded, pressing against your skin until it felt like breathing through a wet cloth. You thought maybe it would ease as the bus left Seoul behind, trading concrete for fields, skyscrapers for open sky.

But the heaviness stayed.

It wasn’t the heat. It was inside you.

You had pressed your forehead against the glass and watched the blur of passing lights. They stretched into streaks as tears clouded your eyes, tears you had tried not to shed in front of strangers. The bus was nearly empty, only a few scattered passengers sleeping in their seats. You envied them. How could they sleep when your chest felt like it was collapsing?

You had left, because if you stayed, you would break.

The bus jolted to a stop. The driver’s voice called the final station. You stood, pulling your bag close, and stepped into the quiet of the countryside night.

The air smelled different here. Grass. Earth. Summer flowers carried on a soft breeze. You closed your eyes and let it wash over you. But peace didn’t come. The ache inside you was too deep.

By the time you reached the small house you had grown up in, your legs felt heavy. The porch light flicked on before you could knock. Your mother’s silhouette filled the doorway, her voice already thick with worry.

“(Y/N)? What are you doing here? It’s past three in the morning.”

Your father appeared behind her, pulling a robe tight around his shoulders, his brows furrowed. “Why didn’t you call? Did something happen in Seoul?”

You tried to speak, but your throat closed. The words refused to form. You had told yourself on the bus that you would be strong, that you would smile and pretend this was just a visit, that you would protect them from the storm clawing through your chest. But the moment you saw them, the dam cracked.

Tears spilled hot and fast down your cheeks, and your father was pulling you into his arms before you could stop him. The scent of your mother laundry soap, his warmth of his embrace—it undid you completely.

“Baby, what happened?” He whispered against your hair, rocking you gently like he used to when you were small.

Your mother’s voice came softer this time, though no less concerned. “Did something happen with Mingi?”

The name hit you like a knife. You choked on a sob, clutching tighter at your father’s shirt. You couldn’t answer. Not yet. If you said it aloud, it would become too real, too sharp to ever dull.

They led you inside, into the familiar comfort of the living room. The fan spun lazily above, stirring the warm summer air. Your suitcase sat like an accusation at your feet. Your parents exchanged a look—silent, heavy with questions they didn’t voice.

You curled into the couch, hands gripping your knees, eyes fixed on the floor. Your voice was barely a whisper.

“I can’t stay in Seoul right now.”

And that was all you could give them.

Your mother reached for your hand. “Then stay here. For as long as you need.”

You nodded, tears dripping silently onto your skin. The countryside night pressed close around the house, cicadas singing in the distance, the kind of sound that usually brought you comfort. Tonight, it only reminded you of how far away you were from the person you had thought was your home.

You had given him everything.

And he had given his heart to someone else.

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