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Eight thoughts on my biases* while watching the music video for Ateez's hit Fireworks (I'm the One)

#1: Wow. Good thing Yeosang isn't afraid of heights. He should always wear black and red, too.

#2: Yunho needs to steal that very fine bat-sleeved shirt -- or just borrow the Hummer to take the boys on a joyride.

#3: I actually teared up a little when FIX ON appeared on the transceiver and Mingi started rapping. Miss him a lot.

#4: No one can top San's dancing -- except San, of course. Those vaults he does always scare me a little, though.

#5: Wooyoung's vocal performances keep surprising me; his voice sounded really beautiful in this song (seriously).

#6: Jongho looks like he got tired of snapping apples and set fire to the tree. P.S., I would not mess with Jongho, ever.

#7: If Seonghwa gets anymore intense and dangerous . . . hang on, I said the same thing after Wonderland, so no doubt he will.

#8: If Hongjoon's blue jacket goes missing I'm the one who stole it. Also, his legs look six feet long from one camera angle.

If you'd like to check out Ateez's comeback music video -- which I should mention got over 21 million views in one month -- click here.

*I'm a one true eight fan -- love them all. :)

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