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myriadismx · 3 years ago

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He compartido 812 publicaciones este 2022

86 publicaciones originales (11 %)

726 reblogueos (89 %)

Estos son los blogs que más he reblogueado:

@lightningstrikes-art (Their JJK Tiger Cub AU gives me life!)

@kweenkatsuki (My big fat tumblr crush v2!)

@mindninjax (My big fat tumblr crush v1!)

@katsukikitten (Love this bae as well)

@sdrawberrii-mochii

He etiquetado 657 publicaciones en 2022

Solo el 19 % de mis publicaciones no incluye ninguna etiqueta

#katsuki bakugou: 142 publicaciones

#jujutsu kaisen: 68 publicaciones

#fanfic recs: 65 publicaciones

#eijirou kirishima: 56 publicaciones

#megumi fushiguro: 56 publicaciones

#toji fushiguro: 51 publicaciones

#dynamight: 42 publicaciones

#yuuji itadori: 42 publicaciones

#keigo takami: 37 publicaciones

#jjk tiger cub au: 37 publicaciones

Longest Tag: 80 characters

#i'm also that friend everybody turns to when in doubt about a particular subject

I've learnt to not be afraid of long tags! It's true! I'm knowledgeable about many things. In theory, at least.

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Your Call | Part I

Pairing: Bakugou x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 5669

Summary: As the only daughter from an affluent family, Y/N must fulfill a role inside the golden cage she escapes from at every opportunity. But as an enthralling and mysterious boy comes into her life, she's about to discover there's no escaping her true self.

Warnings: Implications of incest.

Author’s Notes: Jaguars are not native from Japan but the Americas, however, I've always been fascinated with nahual legends that hail from my country. So, I took many liberties regarding jaguars and did my best to accomodate nahual elements into the story. Enjoy!

Taglist: @riotsragdoll @ofallthingsnasty

@ajaviary

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67 notas. Fecha de publicación: 26 de enero de 2022

OMG BakuDeku is getting their own DanUp yogurth bottle in Mexico! 🤣 Courtesy of Danone (Dannon) shipping contest.

But the shippers went to rub it in to KiriBaku shippers' faces and it's chaos out there 😅 I honestly didn't see this coming.

92 notas. Fecha de publicación: 18 de marzo de 2022

I later found out these fuckers didn't sell any BakuDeku yogurt bottles but were giving them away for free at selected spots! 🤬

Hawks in the new trailer for season 6:

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200 notas. Fecha de publicación: 19 de junio de 2022

This was way better than I expected once I saw the real deal 🥺💔

Imagine being Toji's second wife and Megumi's stepmother, and a good one at that. One that didn’t leave him and Tsumiki behind.

The first memory Megumi has of you is when you offered him cake the day you married his dad, and making a funny face when he refused it. You're a breath of fresh air in Toji's life after the passing of his beloved first wife: You're sweet, cheerful, understanding, and self-sufficient. He appreciates your kindness and patience towards him and Megumi, but still, it's not enough to make him give up his bad habits.

Every time Toji goes "job-hunting", he's gone for days, and returns home with lots of money, which he quickly gambles away. You've learned to be quicker and make sure to grab enough from the pile to pay the bills. However, you point out to him the importance of being a father to your children since Megumi is barely aware of his presence and doesn't remember his father much.

Your sincere dedication to his son coupled with your undying loyalty to him has Toji thinking that you have a poor taste in men and deserve more. But still, he holds you close one night and promises to take you all to a fancy restaurant once he gets another big job.

It's a promise that Toji never fulfills. After going out for said "big job", he doesn't return home. You looked for him relentlessly, but it's like he never existed at all.

When many weeks go by, you choose to believe he ran off with another woman rather than think he messed with the wrong people and was in danger. It's a very painful scenario, but you keep yourself grounded by focusing on raising your darling Tsumiki and dear Megumi, working harder to support them on your own.

Megumi is in elementary school when he starts seeing "ghosts" (curses, actually) and has two dogs following him around, and he becomes sullen as a result. Neither Tsumiki or you can see a thing, but you do believe him because you can perceive there's something off. Instead of freaking out or treating him differently, you told him he should use his gift wisely to help others. Also, you tasked Tsumiki with looking after her younger brother, which she gladly did.

When you spotted Satoru Gojo introducing himself to Megumi on the street, you mistook him for a pervert that was trying to kidnap your boy, and hit his head with a broom. He explained to you everything regarding the sorcery world, curses, Megumi's distinguished heritage, and Toji's deal with the Zen'in.

Although it vexed you to find out what Toji had done, you acknowledged that the Zen'in were better equipped to help Megumi handle his power. Yet, you weren't eager to part from your son. You were willing to give up your life savings to prevent the Zen'in from taking Megumi, and to avoid placing over his shoulders the weight of becoming a sorcerer in exchange for the financial aid you all needed and cancelling his sale to the Zen'in clan.

You tried hard to hide you're struggling from your children. Megumi knows you have two jobs to support them, and that you insist in putting them to bed early so they won't find out you take extra shifts. He knows there's exhaustion behind your blithe expression, and so, he decided to take on Gojo’s offer and you respected his choice.

But that doesn't stop you from feeling like you didn't do enough for him. Like you also sold your son.

Apparently, the whole thing did take its toll on Megumi as he hit puberty. He grew into a morose, impersonal, and cynical young man. You frequently had to bail him out of trouble at school for fighting, and Tsumiki always tried to reason with Megumi that fighting was not the ideal solution. Though you joked that he probably was going to be a boxer one of these days, in private, you told him that there were better ways to do justice that didn't involve getting detention. You also reminded him he had been born with a gift he could use for that purpose, and encouraged him to make friends, as they made life more bearable.

Megumi often wonders why a woman that was abandoned by her husband chose to burden herself with a child that's not biologically hers. You're a saint for refusing to speak ill of Toji and remembering him fondly. Megumi doesn't understand why you're always doting and smiling at him, even when he refuses to acknowledge you as his mother and openly tells you that your attitude gets on his nerves. You take his comments with a grain of salt, because you know that underneath his cold exterior, Megumi is a good boy, and you make sure he knows you’re proud of being his mother.

"We're family and we love you. Of course we care about you. But you already know that, do you?"

You said so casually, not judging Megumi for questioning your actions. He was taken aback with your earnest words, but Megumi came to realize that you held a special place in his heart that no other person had...

"I just wish that you'd call me 'Mom'~💕" You added with a playful tone and hugging him tightly.

...Even when you annoyed him sometimes.

Then, one afternoon you receive a dreadful call from Tsumiki's school telling you she collapsed. You picked up Megumi from school and reassured him with a smile that Tsumiki probably had skipped breakfast and she fainted because of that. He immediately noticed how your fingers trembled on the steering wheel and you gnawed your lower lip as you drove to the hospital.

The harsh reality hit you like a ton of bricks: Tsumiki had fallen into a coma because she had been cursed by an unknown force, and there was no way to know when she was going to wake up, if ever. For the first time, Megumi saw the joy disappear from your eyes and you broke down in tears, despairing over your daughter's condition.

Seeing his kind sister bedridden and his gentle mother sadly watching over her struck a chord in Megumi. Having his family break apart and becoming aware of how wrong he had been all along was what drove Megumi to take your advice and fully embrace his fate as a sorcerer to help others.

Before departing to Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College to start his training, he promised you to help Tsumiki regain consciousness and be safe. But not without apologizing for being so awful to both of you, and regretting not giving you a chance to be closer earlier.

"You really honor your name." You smiled at him for the first time in weeks. It wasn't enthusiastic, but it held the same love and kindness as your other smiles. "You are a blessing, Megumi."

"I'm the one that is blessed to be your son, Mom. I've always been."

This was something that I wrote half-asleep, it came to me out of the blue and was fueled by my suppressed maternal instincts. Megumi seriously needs a loving parent. I tag you @kweenkatsuki because we relate to each other and you encouraged me to finish this lol

383 notas. Fecha de publicación: 10 de agosto de 2022

I'm trying to work out a one-shot for this! I keep thinking of more scenes between Reader and Megumi but I'm so bad at making my ideas come to fruition! 😣

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768 notas. Fecha de publicación: 14 de marzo de 2022

I FUCKING KNEW THIS MOMENT OF HORNY DUMBASSERY WOULD COME TO BITE ME IN THE ASS BY THE END OF THE YEAR! 🤣 No regrets tho (maybe not making it more generalized)

Descubre tu resumen del 2022 en Tumblr →

#tumblr2022 #resumen del año #mi resumen del 2022 en tumblr #tu resumen del año en tumblr #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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not-all-dead · 4 years ago

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welcome to the massive list of things that i’m not i am going to finish with time

current count: 96 (individual counts beside section titles)

writing - 57

planned (random rants) - 4

literally all of tlok, kyalin version (rewrite of first few chapters + writing the rest)

lin adopts asami au

university au, lin

villaneve style kyalin

planned (notes) - 18

62+72, linzumi

32, kyalin

43, linzumi

43, suyin

22+27, lin

38, mako and bolin

angstpril day 25, lin

angstpril day 26, kyalin au

angstpril day 27, kyazumi, parts one and two

angstpril day 28, lin

angstpril day 29, suyin, parts one through five

angstpril day 30, kyalin, parts one and two

kyalin top lin smut

partners in crime chapter 13

partners in crime chapter 14

partners in crime chapter 15

partners in crime chapter 16

slow burn linzumi with an absurd amount of canon noncompliance

planned (continuations) - 6

memory loss kyalinzumi

deaf/coma kyalin

hundred year war continued, kyalin, evil izumi

lin suicide reaction etc.

mommy lin smut

87, kyalin, turtleducks

started (in writing) - 7

partners in crime chapter 12

partners in crime chapter 17

linzumi smut

fuckboy lin chapter two

trust thing (oneshot?)

kyalin line without a hook

kya lingerie assassin (blue spirit???)

vague ideas, songs, requests without notes, etc. - 22

kyalin inspired by @mgthejerkbender’s post about lin shielding kya with her body as they leave the restaurant

apocalypse kyalinzumi au

american pie that one verse kya or izumi talking to lin

aang dies 10 years earlier, older korra au

kyalin based on that one tiktok

at least a few of the arranged marriage aus from that post

at least a few tropes from that other post

once more to see you by mitski, kyalin

thing inspired by/using the line from this post

vices by mothica, lin

48, linzumi

linzumi perfect date night

lin service animal

linzumi cooking

linzumi omashu

painter lin + izumi missing her wife

gaang kids pop band

red lotus korra au

equalist lin

werewolf x vampire kyalin

lin trench-coat smut

fanfic of fanfic (afterwards of in a week by @dont-blame-it-on-the-kids)

art - 39

planned - 23

g6 lin and a9 kya existential crisis

d5 kya

d3 izumi

b10 lin pspsps

g10 ikki kin list

f4 kya fistfight with god

a6 mako and lin existential crisis

h5 suyin catjam

c4 bumi arson

d10 bumi fistfight with god

e1 pema kin list

e4 tenzin sounds of crying

a3 kai minecraft

b2 kya sounds of crying

g1 kya minecraft

b10 izumi

c3 lin existential crisis

e1 lin

d6 lin kermit

e9 lin kermit

mermaid kyalin

kya being hot

angsty kyalin

in progress - 16

sad kyalin (ghost lin)

surprise for @sour-mochii

the *ahem* slightly (very) nsfw lady d

lady d and the flybabies

kya billie eilish 1-8

catgirl lin animation

another ship dynamics kyalin

lin with swords

line without a hook kyalin animation

kya and eda crossover animation

that,,, is a lot,,, oops

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fluttershys-lament · 5 years ago

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Top 5 friends you have on Kirby Tumblr

you absolute fool, thinking i have friends /j

mmmmmm ok, i have no idea if they count as friends because, well, idk im just stupid :^)) BUT these are the ppl i’ve met here (thanks to kirby) that i really like!!

-anasokn

-adhdmarx

-void

-mememetaknight

-notkirbynut

-mochii

-rainbow reverie

EDIT: -will!!!! you too!!!!!!!!!

and i dunno if im forgetting someone else? anyway love y’all!! /p

take care guys or im gonna break into your house and steal all your nintendo consoles and pencils (well ofc not because stealing is no good but,,,,,,you’re warned /j)

#ask #edit: anon ik you had good intentions but next time try to not ask ppl to rank other ppl ?? idk if i said it well but Ok sfkgjskfgf #you did nothing wrong tho!!!! but what you tried to said can be misinterpreted

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femme-stuffer · 5 years ago

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Do you have any favourite feedees/gainers? Mine was CGV (Chubby Girl Videos).

If I’m only counting people who post regularly I would say those I most regularly reblog. A few lovelies that I can think of right now are: mochii, @bratguts, @lilchubster, & @m-ary.

#everyone i reblog is my favourite #asks

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fox-guardian · 6 years ago

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Nine people, Six things

Tagged by @duskbg

Favorite color: Sage/olive greens

Top 3 ships: Jekson, Dorsil (is that the ship name lol), aaaaand Hydenfield somewhat. (I would put my ocs but nah)

Lipstick or Chapstick: Chapstick, but I occasionally do lipstick for special occasions.

Last Song: Uhhhhhh idk let's go with Creep City - Jake Shears.

Last Movie: The Addams Family (1991)

Currently Reading: Uhhhh 20+ Webtoons including but not limited to Heir's Game, LORE Olympus, Hoof Fellas (I'm counting it because it is on Webtoon) Refund High School and many more. Also The Glass Scientists.

Tagging: @thejeksburyguy @monmuses @angel-mochii @splatthecrystal @tonystarklivesinmydreams @kindagothbottom @kurakuradon @bobblydoctor @scribbledlemons

#tag meme

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zayneternal · 7 years ago

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pjm || drabble

prompt ↠ “Don’t you sleep anymore?” ↳ a smol mochii is overworking himself, so you come to the rescue

genre ↠ FLUFF, idolverse member ↠ park jimin warnings ↠ v soft jimin: may induce serious feelings of “hold-a-pillow-and-cry” word count ↠ 1.4k

moodboard by @jiminspjm || my love

You wipe the back of your hand across the hills of your eyelids, the weight of your knuckles attempting to rub away the sleep induced fuzz clouding them. Yawning lazily, you pull the soft pads of your feet along the dimly lit corridor, wrapping your arms over your middle to pull the oversized, well-worn denim jacket tighter around your frame in an effort to salvage what small amount of warmth remains. With lethargic steps and heavy limbs, you finally reach the entrance to the studio at the end of the vacant and dark hall, the stream of light filtering out of the crack in the door all the confirmation you need to know that Jimin is still inside.

Soft, lilting music, the now familiar tune to the boy’s newest release, meanders through the wood, getting a little louder and more distinct with each stride closer. You gingerly lean into the door, pushing the dense obstruction open wide enough to slip your head through and peek at the scene waiting for you inside.

Jimin is alone, oblivious to your intrusion as he throws all of his focus into the lithe, powerful, and languid movements of his body, his muscles coated in a thin sheen of sweat as they contract and expand under his pale skin. His muted blonde hair is tousled with exertion, the damp strands hard evidence of the hours he’s devoted to being holed up in this room today working.

You stand for a moment longer, leaning your head on the door frame as you quietly breathe in the sight of him. Even at almost 2 in the morning, sweat covered, and worked over, he still manages to embody all things good and sweet in this world. You watch the blush red of his plump pout in the reflection of the mirror, his plush lips hung slightly open in a pant. The plain, white t-shirt he’s fashioned in clings to his narrow and defined shoulders, sloping down into the dip of his spine with the weight of sweat. The joggers that sit loosely on his slim hips sag just enough for the bottom of his tummy to peek whenever his hands raise too high, causing a shy and sweet smile to curl the corner of your lips as you admire. He never ceases to set the butterflies free when you see him. Whether it’s been a month or an hour, his presence fills you with a sedated warmth the equivalent of home mixed with a lethal dose of pins-and-needles excitement.

Squeezing the prickly feeling from the tips of your fingers, you languidly swing the door open, traipsing inside with gentle steps until Jimin catches sight of you in the mirror’s reflection. His movements stutter at your appearance, his head whipping around to confirm your presence before a lazy smile spreads across the span of his cupid lips. Ceasing his practice, he stands straight, lifting a small remote from the floor nearby to decrease the full volume of the music to a delicate whisper in the background.

“What are you doing here so late?” he wonders, extending a hand in your direction to usher you over to him. You don’t hesitate, a tender grin that matches his own beginning to grow as you slide towards his panting stature, reveling in the tingles that spread throughout your palm as it’s encased in his. He gives a playful tug, pulling you into his sweaty embrace as he snakes his arms securely around the span of your shoulders, pressing his cheek into the waves of the sleepily disheveled hair that you hadn’t bothered taming before leaving the dorms to find your Jimin. A low and satiated moan rumbles through his throat as he breathes deeply, his overexerted body mollified by the ginger menstruations of your nails combing up and down his back.

“I was just going to ask you the same thing,” you hum in response, your sleep filled eyes on the edge of giving up as you lean your head against Jimin’s chest. The damp feeling of him underneath your touch is a familiar and welcome sensation, much preferred to the empty and cold bed you were in only a half hour before.

“We got some new choreography today, and I just wanted to get it right before coming home,” Jimin explains, stalling when you pull your face away from him and meet his eyes, an adorable and sleepy pout manifesting over your features that makes his heart thump excitedly.

“It’s almost 2 in the morning,” you blanch sulkily, a slight whine in your voice as you scan over his porcelain face, his eyes slightly squinting with hidden amusement as he looks at you.

“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t realize how late it was getting,” he mewls in apology, the perfectly unfair purse of his lips pecking away at your resolve. “I’ll be home soon, I promise. I only have a little bit more to go. Go back and get some sleep.”

It’s with great dismay that you feel his arms release their hold on you, only after a swift and sweet kiss to your forehead is left behind to burn. Jimin turns and begins to resume the disciplined and diligent expression of the choreography, moving with enough grace and ease to convince you that he’s had it right for a while now.

Huffing with indignation and perseverance, you stumble forward, your own arms finding purchase around the thin circumference of his mid-section, halting his movements once more as he stares into the reflection with humored confusion. “Don’t you sleep anymore?” you ask--whine--pressing your face into the dip between his shoulder blades, squeezing him ever tighter in your arms in hopes that your insistence comes across. He’s been in the studio after hours a lot more than usual lately, and his lack of body heat at night has left you wanting and upset.

Jimin’s beautifully child-like chuckle echoes softly around the room, the sound of it settling a degree of your annoyance. “I’ve scheduled a nap a week from next Tuesday,” he teases, smiling fondly at the peeking of your frame behind him.

“You’re warm,” you venture, your sleep-deprivation tugging your subconscious thoughts into the open.

“I’m sweaty,” he corrects through the remnants of his sweet laughter.

“Same difference.” You adjust your stance so you can place a chaste and lingering kiss to the back of Jimin’s neck, an innocent prodding. “The bed is cold without you in it,” you whisper sadly, your lips curling down behind the cover of Jimin’s back.

Something in the serenely endearing way you speak those words tugs Jimin’s heart, his fond grin giving way to something more sympathetic as the weight of your current state, streets away from where you should be sleeping, settles in. He gazes longly at the mirror of your bodies stuck together, soaking in the feeling of the small prods of your fingers at his stomach, the tickle of your hair at the nape of his neck, and the way he can feel your petaled lips carefully massaging across the plane of his shoulders. Your safe touch has him melting in your arms, the tiny whine of your voice sending him careening into your hands.

He suddenly shifts in your embrace, surprising you as he turns and coils his arms around you once again. He stares down at you affectionately, only half aware of the way his lips twitch with doting as he stares. Slowly and deliberately, your body hyper aware of every move, Jimin’s hand falls away from where it had been wrapped around your waist, trailing up to rest warmly around the curve of your sleepily puffed cheek. You steady yourself as Jimin leans down and carefully situates his soft pout against yours, sending vibrations through the entirety of your limbs as he leisurely pushes and pulls. The kiss is coated in an innocence, a delicate desire to be intimate in the smallest of ways, and it’s pure bliss, the protective and steady hold on you making your knees go weak as you feel Jimin smile against your lips.

He pulls away all too soon, but you’re too weary to protest, your body falling victim to the early hours quicker and quicker as you lean limply into Jimin’s chest. He reaches up to lovingly stroke the messy strands of hair away from your forehead as he leans down to finally whisper, “Let’s go home, Jagiya.”

“Really?” you beam like a child, wide and hopeful eyes amusing your boyfriend’s gaze.

“Yes, really,” he responds, laughing as he quickly kisses your nose before you have time to flinch away. “And tomorrow, I’ll come home right after practice. I promise. I don’t want my baby getting cold without me.”

You don’t even try to hide the lazily giddy smile that spreads in victory across your mouth, your eyes wavering with the weight of ensuing sleep. “Let’s go home.”

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thediebutterfly · 8 years ago

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B.A.P Stan-cyclopedia

Yongguk stans: Calm, strong and steady, they hardly ever waver from Bbang. Despite the truly harrowing times they’ve experienced - they, like their bias, can always be counted on to be sage, positive and mostly relaxed. They give great advice and are fun, and even giddy, once you crack them open. Also, watching the YAMAZAKI-meltdown of 2017 was downright hilarious. Yongguk stans are loyal, talented and truly good people. The glue that holds the fandom together.

Majority ship: Banghim or Banglo. But arguments can be made for Bangdae and Bangjae. Strong arguments. Also Tigguk, obviously.

Majority bias-wrecker: Himchan, Daehyun and Youngjae. The other two are their babies, and always will be.

Hicmhan stans: They will defend and protect Himchan to their very last breath. And quite rightly so. No one has gotten more industry and fandom crap than him. While the rest of us are watching Himchan glide along like the swan he is, all beautiful and elegant, slightly goofy (in the neck), they are underwater, watching as his legs work furiously and without end as they propel him along. Don’t mess with Himchan stans. But love them, cause they’re great. And would probably defend you, if you ever needed it.

Majority ship: Himup. Duh.

Majority bias-wrecker: Youngjae. But they love Daehyun too.

Daehyun stans: Very active. Very sociable. Extremely vocal. Always screaming about Daehyun, thinking about screaming about Daehyun, dreaming about thinking about screaming about Daehyun. They admire Daehyun’s many talents but they are also the among the first ones to admire all the members for their numerous talents. If BABYz were a cake, they’d be the rainbow sprinkles on top, i.e they’re delightful and there are a million of them.

Majority ship: All Daehyun ships are evenly represented (more opportunity to scream about Daehyun)

Majority bias-wrecker: None. Unless you count blonde Daehyun. AND THEY DO.

Youngjae stans: Hyper-aware that they are a slightly smaller group. Painfully aware that Yoo Youngjae is everyone's bias-wrecker as opposed to straight-up bias. Furiously aware that sometimes ‘jae’ is seen as just a part of ‘daejae’..... But, if anyone can clue in the clueless, it’s Youngjae stans. Blessed with real, farm-to-table talent, the artists that stan Youngjae know he’s on the cusp of true greatness, and that it’s only a matter of time. He’ll get everyone in the end.

Majority ship: Younglo and Daejae (although Bangjae, Himjae and Youngup are all on the rise. Seriously, everyone loves Youngjae)

Majority bias-wrecker: They love everyone. But they are in love with Youngjae. Tbh, that face/shoulder combo would leave anyone destroyed.

Jongup stans: Like the man they stan, they’re a quirky bunch. Quietly, yet constantly, supportive of the whole group, they spend their time lolling about, not afraid to gush over another member or gently rib Uppie for his more gobbish ways. And then stage-Jongup appears. Mr. Moon pulls one pose, and they all lose their collective shit. Screaming, weeping and in various stages of dying, the cry often heard is ‘i can’t, I can’t, I CAN’T’. It’s down to a science.

Majority ship: Daeup (Daejong?). Either way they love it. Also Himup, because even his stans accept that no one will ever love Jongup as much as Himchan does. No one. Ever.

Majority bias-wrecker: Daehyun or Yongguk. The two extremes.

Zelo stans: Creative, sweet and kind. The kindest of kind. Their blogs are truly refreshing, drama-free spaces. Their total care and adoration of our youngest sometimes seems beyond words, like they’ve wrapped him up in fluffy clouds and quietly watch over him as he sleeps. So instead of loud flailing, we are blessed with beautiful edits and gifsets. And Mochii. Lots and lots of Mochii.

Majority ship: Banglo or Younglo (although Daelo is always hovering) Most likely due to the fact that although he’s everyone's little brother, Yongguk and Youngjae are clearly his primary caregivers.

Majority bias-wrecker: Daehyun, Jongup or Mochii (the bae)

#StanBAP #SupportBABYz

❤

#B.A.P #BABYz #SupportBAP #bap #these are obviously my opinions #and they're all thoroughly unscientific #lol #I LOVE YOU ALL #that's a fact.

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coffee-for-himchan · 8 years ago

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Just Kiss Already (Jongup x reader)

Requested by: a lovely anon

Word count: 5.1 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: Who knew that upon meeting your best friend Youngjae’s bandmates, Jongup would catch your eye to such extents you wouldn’t be able to think about anything else properly anymore? And who knew you’d do the same to him? Completely shy and oblivious to his feelings, you beg Youngjae to set you two up, only to be surprised by the further events involving nagging mom Himchan, a very awkward car drive and hilariously poorly(or maybe well)-timed confessions. Oh God, the shyness and oblivion was real, but so was the attraction, which is all that mattered.

“What if they won’t like me?”

Youngjae glanced at you in amusement, but understood where your worries were coming from. After all, being introduced to a whole idol group and having to spend the whole evening with them afterwards was quite burdening. Especially when one of the six idols was already a best friend of yours and you had to leave a good first impression to the other five.

“Then it’s the end,” Youngjae carelessly threw out, motioning for you to come along as he went up the staircase to their dorm, “We can’t be friends anymore if they don’t like you, because they can’t possibly think that I hang out with uncool people, understood?”

When he heard no quiet “yessir!” and no noises of approval, his smile died down a little and he turned to face you. Standing in the middle of the stairs, you looked like you were about to either cry or run away. Youngjae’s reaction about your nervousness and slight anxiety had turned from amusement to worry, and he went a few steps down, facing you.

“I’m kidding, I hope you know that,” he said, looking into your eyes and pinching your cheek a second later, “You’re soooooo cute, they’re gonna like you, no matter what. Got it?”

Slowly but steadily, you took a step forwards alongside with him, and with a few more encouraging words resumed walking completely.

“You really have nothing to worry about,” Youngjae did his best to try and sound convincing, “Yongguk hyung is going to be somewhere around, but you literally won’t even catch a proper glance of him. He’s just gonna come over and say hi, and then hide away in some room with the blinds closed and the door shut, making Himchan go check on him every once in a while to see if he’s not dead or something. Himchan hyung’s gonna be all about the cooking tonight, so just expect endless babbling from him when you enter the kitchen. Tip - saying something nice about his dish will brighten his mood like five times.”

You were already chuckling at this point, and Youngjae knew he’d done right.

“Daehyun-ah is just gonna be very loud, that’s a trigger warning for ya. Laugh at his jokes and you’ll be fine. Junhong-ah is a kind tall giant and there’s literally no warnings for him. You know how to ride a skateboard, right? Let that slip in a sentence and conversation’s going to flow like a waterfall. As for Jongup..”

“.. Hell knows what he’ll be up to. Or what you have to do to leave a good first impression. Just, I don’t know.. Be yourself. And don’t be taken aback by his weirdness. He can sometimes be lost in his own tracks.”

B.A.P had just recently moved from their old dorm into a new one, and despite not living at the dorm anymore, Yongguk, Daehyun and Junhong came along to this little celebration dinner of finally having everything set up there that the other three had planned. You felt a little awkward for crashing their little party like that, but Youngjae reassured you it was fine. After all, he’d told them you’d come beforehand and they didn’t mind at all. In fact, they were eager to meet you, or so Youngjae had said at least.

A nice smell coming from the kitchen was the first thing that you felt upon entering the apartment, and next thing you knew there were two little, cute dogs at your feet, wanting to properly greet you and get to know you.

“So Mochii and Tigger were invited too?” Youngjae called out, chuckling as he earned a “yeah, I mean, why not?” from Junhong who was seemingly somewhere in the living room.

“Jae, you should’ve told me there would be dogs,” you told him playfully, “I would’ve came over without hesitation and thinking twice.”

“Same. Where there’s dogs, there’s me,” a voice called from in front of you, and upon lifting your head up, you noticed Junhong had jogged over to properly meet you and introduce himself, even though you already knew who he was.

It all went relatively smoothly from then on, and with Youngjae’s little but useful advice, you managed to get along with everyone more or less quickly. Yongguk was present in the main room, though mostly on his computer or caught up in his thoughts, and Himchan was being a master chef in the kitchen, having just enough time to introduce himself and smile proudly after hearing your comment about the nice smell coming from whatever he was cooking. You figured how Dae paired up with Jae was a combo that could only be considered a complete screaming and teasing mess, but hey, it was fun to watch, at least. And Junhong was the one who engaged into conversation with you for most of the time, playing around with Mochii and occasionally Tigger as well meanwhile.

“Hey, (Y/N), can you go and ask Himchan real quick when he’ll be done?” Youngjae called out, making you nod in response, “I’m starving and he’s taking so long.”

“How dare you order girls around just because you’re too lazy to go and ask yourself,” Daehyun laughed out, about to get up and go ask on his own.

“No, it’s fine. I’ve known him for so absurdly long that I’m already used to it,” you laughed with him, and left the room to go and investigate.

Just to bump into someone in the hallway.

“Oh, I’m sorry.. Noona?”

Jongup. You hadn’t even noticed how he was missing in the environment, since you’d been so busy trying to come off as nice and cool to the others. But now when he stood there in front of you awkwardly, having bumped into you as he exited his room, you were completely nervous. This wasn’t a good start, was it?

“Not a noona, I guess at least,” you corrected quietly as you weren’t really sure about the age difference between you two, making him crack a smile and feel less awkward about the situation.

“I’m (Y/N), Youngjae’s friend.”

“Oh yeah, I remember he said he’d have someone coming along with him today.”

Silence hung over the two of you, and you couldn’t help but stare at the floor in embarrassment. There was something about him that had sparked a different type of reaction in you than the others had, and you simply couldn’t wrap your head around it.

Was it because he was so awkwardly cute? Because you definitely felt like you wanted to get to know him better? And if he’d still be just as interesting to you, maybe plan for something bigger ahead..?

Way to start off a meeting. You’d met him less than a minute ago and were already planning for the future. Good, right?

“I’m Jongup.”

“I know,” you chuckled a little as he scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. Of course you knew, how could he think you didn’t.

“Well.. Welcome then. Try to tolerate us as good as possible,” he smiled at you shyly, feeling the need to do something, but not knowing what.

“A handshake’s too formal, let’s just hug already,” he quickly and quietly blurted out and before you could react, wrapped his arms around you to give you a nice, little welcoming hug. You were barely able to react when he was already off to the living room, leaving you to stand alone in the hallway.

Why was he so cute?

Himchan was in fact almost ready, and soon everyone was gathered to have dinner. It definitely was something, as all the food tasted very nice. Sitting in between Youngjae and Daehyun, you couldn’t help but stare at Jongup who was in front of you, smiling shyly every time your eyes accidentally met.

Being on the edge of blushing was exactly how you felt for this whole evening, and after the goodbyes had been said and you and Youngjae were walking down the staircase since he had promised to drive you home, there was still only one person occupying your mind.

Jongup.

“Say, were my eyes tricking me or were you actually staring at one particular person this whole evening?” Youngjae teased as he drove down the street.

“Youngjae-ah, why the hell didn’t you tell me he was like this?” you basically squeaked, making him let out a laugh and raise a brow in surprise.

“What is it about Jongup that left you so mesmerized?”

“He’s so cute,” you mumbled, causing Youngjae to laugh a little, “And with so cute I mean so cute I can’t handle it. Youngjae-ah, he’s awkward and shy and he doesn’t know how to get his point across sometimes because he’s nervous, just to be a complete savage the next time around, and-”

“Okay, okay, I get it. It’s not like you weren’t drooling all over the place already when we watched his live stage together back then. I figured you had a thing for him,” he laughed, making you blush a little. But Youngjae was a friend who you could have these talks with. And you didn’t hesitate to be bold in your desires.

“Youngjae-ah, you’ll need to help me.”

“Help you with what?”

“I need him to like me back-”

“Wow wow, hold on. So basically you’d just met him today in person for the first time, and you’re already saying you like him in full seriousness?”

A little silence followed, with an ashamed “y-yes” right after.

“That sure escalated quickly-”

“Look, are you on my side or what??”

He laughed even more, making you feel a mixture of amusement and frustration.

“Oh, should I be?”

“Yes!! You have to be on my side, and you have to help me, because Jongup is cute and he’s quite cool and I really like him and I want to get to know him and-”

“Okay, okay, stop babbling,” he cut you off, stopping at a red light and facing you, “I got it. Jongup’s cute. Cuter than Mochii and Tigger together. He’s the best. He’s so awkwardly cute it breaks your heart, and-”

“I’ll hit you if you continue-”

“And I should help you or you’re never going to let me live in peace ever again, right?” he said, seeing you frantically nodding.

“Okay, wish granted in that case. Call me Cupid from now on,” he said, making you relax in your seat and stare out of the window. Were you acting stupid? Definitely. But Jongup had just sparked a feeling of desire in you from the very first encounter, and you wanted to get to know him properly. Oh, and leave him wanting another meeting with you, causing him to feel the same type of emotions.

You felt quite awkward and embarrassed the following days, but despite all of that Youngjae had seemingly gotten invested into his new position as “Cupid”. He took it in full seriousness, and had already made various plans to set you two up, all of them hilariously absurd and stupid.

“And what if, like, you suddenly trip and then, like, accidentally knock him to the ground with you?”

“Youngjae-ah, are you stupid or what-”

“And then like do it so he accidentally kisses you in the process too-”

“YOUNGJAE-AH, stop it, I-”

“But like, react shocked. Don’t be all over him in seconds, clinging and basically screaming “oh yes, Jongup-ah, yes, take me,” and-”

“HAJIMA, YOUNGJAE, HAJIMA.”

Despite his rather hilariously stupid behavior, Youngjae was a big help with dealing with your crush. He’d made various plans for how to possibly get you two into conversation, but what pained you the most was that most of those involved some type of lies.

Tell him you’re that, or say you have this and that and can do all of those different cool things. You couldn’t say that, because in reality you possessed none of it, and you wanted him to like you for who you were. For the same reasons you liked him - you wanted him to like you for your personality, talents and behavior. So while Youngjae made up different rather stupid and unrealistic plans, you simply sat there and thought about it.

What did you have to offer?

You were invited over on various occasions from now on, no matter where the guys were - in the practice rooms or at the dorm, hell, maybe even somewhere at the studio or on the streets mid-schedules to get lunch or something. And it was always a three-piece type of thing, with only Youngjae and Jongup involved while you seemingly tagged along.

“He’s suddenly so nice to me, I don’t know what hit him,” Jongup had told you once, making you chuckle because oh boy, he sure knew nothing about what was going on. And, to be honest, you hoped he’d never find out - it indeed was quite embarrassing.

It would sometimes go to absurd extents. Youngjae would leave you two alone in situations where you simply wouldn’t be able to sit in silence, and sometimes would excuse himself to go away at the most random times, telling you two he had things of first importance to do. Jongup never seemed to mind though, and it even surprised you. He’d just softly smile at you, and tell you he was sorry you were stuck with only him from then on.

“Why are you sorry though?” you asked him, eyeing him up and down in confusion as he seemed to be a little embarrassed.

“I mean, you probably wanted to hang out with Youngjae.. I don’t even know if you don’t mind the fact he’s always taking me along nowadays.. And now he’s away and you’re stuck with just me again.”

“Are you serious?” his head shot up at the sentence, and once again he’d left your heart beating a little faster. He was so perfect, yet so shy and unsure about himself and his personality. Like a lost puppy, and that made you love him even more.

“Jongup, I really like hanging out with you, actually,” you said, hoping it wouldn’t sound that bold and would come out rather friendly, “And I’m glad you’re always tagging along.”

“Youngjae’s a bit of a pain in the ass to be honest, don’t you agree?” you said and heard a little, heartfelt laugh escape him, making your heart flutter at the sound of it. Despite always chuckling, an audible laugh rarely escaped him, and the rare, unusual sound immediately got caught up in your ears and your heart.

“He’s got no chill. And he never stops screaming. So let’s just enjoy some solitude together while he’s away, that is, if you don’t mind..”

“Not at all,” he was smiling sheepishly, with half-closed eyes, “In fact, I don’t mind him being gone. I like spending time with you.”

* * * * *

“YOUNGJAE-AH!!”

“Wow, stop screaming already,” he told you once he picked up the phone that evening, making sure to lock the door to his room so no one would walk in or hear your conversation.

“I could always say the same to you-”

“C'mon, spill it out already,” he was sitting on the edge of his bed, and suddenly felt like a schoolgirl for acting this way. Eager to know some romance-related gossip from his best friend.

“He likes spending time with me, Youngjae-ah! Do you hear?” you basically squealed as your giggles filled the room.

“You’re acting like a teenager again, c'mon, get it together-”

“Oh shut it, what do you know,” your voice sounded a mix of happy and dreamy, and to be completely honest, he liked hearing you sound like this. You were happy, and that was the main thing.

“I know a few more different plans to get you two together,” he announced, and started talking, despite your groans of disagreement.

Meanwhile Himchan was just minding his own business in his room, casually listening to music and browsing through Instagram, when the door creaked open and the shadow of a familiar silhouette peaked through the doorway.

“Jongup-ah. What’s up?”

“Himchan hyung, I need advice,” he simply said, and upon getting a nod that he could walk in and make himself comfortable on the bed, he simply started talking without any ceremonies, getting straight to the point.

“I like (Y/N).”

“Congrats, I guess?” Himchan simply answered, not taken aback by the statement at all as for him, it had been bloody obvious all along, “So what am I supposed to give you advice for now?”

“How do I make her like me back?”

He wasn’t an expert, but Jongup knew he could be the most romantic and thoughtful of all when it came to talking to girls, so he decided to ask Himchan over anyone else.

“Why are you coming to me though? You should go and ask Youngjae, he’s her best friend after all-”

“But Youngjae hyung will just tease me and ruin everything. Not to be mean, but I’m like a 100% sure that’s how it will go.”

“Jongup-ah, I don’t know what to tell you..” Himchan trailed off just to be met with Jongup giving him puppy eyes, begging him for any type help or advice.

“Oh God, if this was for anyone else, I swear..” he saw Jongup smile in return, and smiled himself.

“I just recalled a situation from a year ago when I met a girl that had sparked an interest in me. I waited for too long, and she found another,” Himchan trailed off, but collected himself before Jongup could say anything comforting, “Anyways, don’t make the same mistake. We’ll think of something.”

Jongup wandered back to his room, lying down on the bed and staring at the ceiling. He was convinced he’d never met another that resembled you, or at least no girl had ever occupied his mind to such extents. You had the prettiest smile, the cutest laugh and the most open and beautiful personality he’d ever seen. And he suddenly found himself thinking about you late in the evenings, wishing you’d be there with him to help him fall asleep.

It was a particular Wednesday when everything went down. Went down swinging, and in a more awkwardly hilarious fashion you’d ever expected.

“C'mon, we’re waiting!!” Youngjae exclaimed when he noticed Jongup leaving the building. You both were sitting in his car and waiting for him to come join the two of you. You were in the passenger’s seat, smiling widely until you noticed another figure leaving the building and following Jongup closely. Himchan.

“Hyung, what are you doing here?” Youngjae asked in an a little irritated tone as he approached with Jongup, smiling innocently and sheepishly.

“I need your help.”

“Make it quick, in that case. We’re leaving soon-”

“Wow, how rude. Have some respect.”

“Okay, okay, hyung. Just what exactly do you need?”

“Come along. It won’t take long.”

With grumpy, sarcastic remarks thrown all around the place, Youngjae got out of the car and followed Himchan back to the studio building while Jongup quietly got into the backseat, lovingly greeting you right as he climbed into the car. Even he was clueless on Himchan’s plans, but he figured he just had to trust him.

“Okay, spill it, hyung. What is it that you want me to do in order to let us live in peace and without disturbance?” Youngjae spat as Himchan took him by the arm and pulled him along.

“You know, I’ve left quite a few instruments here over the time, and I need them back at the dorm now. There’s two guitars, and the janggu, and-”

“Stop right there. Do you want me to drive you and your instruments back to the dorm now?” Youngjae laughed out loud, “My car trunk’s full, and we can’t really get all of that in the backseats and still have four of us in the car at the same time, so sorry, hyung… Wait a minute.. Why don’t you use your own car anyways!?”

Himchan only smiled sheepishly in return, which made Youngjae let out a shaky, irritated breath.

“Look, I don’t have time for this,” he said, deciding it would be best to spill, “I’m on a “get-Jongup-and-(Y/N)-together” mission, and we have to leave now. So why don’t you bother someone else-”

“What a coincidence. Looks like we’re on the same mission,” Himchan said, folding him arms and making Youngjae gasp in surprise before laughing out.

“So he likes her.”

“He won’t shut up about her.”

“Wow, same here. My ears already hurt from all of the lovey-dovey confessions-”

“In that case, just do as told to finally make those two confess. And trust me,” Himchan said, having a rather good idea in mind, “We could get this sorted even today if we tried properly-”

“But let’s tease the hell out of them first! Oh, please!!”

“Fine,” Himchan rolled his eyes, walking further down the hall with Youngjae who was now bouncing at every step he took, all happy and energized once again.

You were more than convinced conversation with Jonghp had become rather awkward over the past time, since you couldn’t even look at him without blushing anymore. But as Youngjae and Himchan came back with a bunch of instruments in hand, you were more puzzled than embarrassed.

Filling the backseats of the car up with the instruments, because according to Youngjae his trunk was already full, there was mild confusion on what to do now. Jongup was sitting at the back, with no space for another person next to him whatsoever, and Youngjae was behind the steering wheel.

“Hey, Jongup-ah,” Himchan called out as he opened the passenger’s door up, leaving you puzzled beyond belief, “Do you mind letting (Y/N) sit in your lap until we get all of this back to the dorms? There’s simply not enough room in the car, and I doubt you’d want to let me sit in your lap instead.”

“Um, e-excuse me?” you quietly yelped, looking up at Himchan who didn’t seem to spare you a single glance. You didn’t even know what to do anymore. Should you be happy, or should you run away in shame and embarrassment? You didn’t have the time to think, as Jongup spoke shyly from the backseat.

“I mean, I-I don’t m-mind..”

Way to make it awkward, but you had nothing other left than to obey. Upon opening up the door on Jongup’s side, he looked up at you and smiled shyly, making your heart burst from how cute and awkwardly lost he seemed.

“Move it, (Y/N), c'mon. We don’t have the whole day ahead of us,” Youngjae called, and before you could react, a hand was gently placed on your wrist, tugging you a little to come forwards.

“It’s alright, (Y/N). I don’t mind,” Jongup said quietly, and you carefully got into his lap, closing the door and yelping a little as Youngjae started driving rather harshly.

He did it on purpose, you were more than certain, as you couldn’t recall him being a this bad driver - taking sharp turns, stopping abruptly and speeding up the vehicle without any previous warnings. But it made Jongup wrap both of his arms tightly around you and hold you close, just so you wouldn’t smash your heard somewhere.

“I’m sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,” he quietly said just for you to hear, and only now you realized how stiff and numb you’d been this whole time, sitting up straight with your body as far as possible from his.

“No, no, it’s alright,” you reassured him, trying to somehow seem a little less stiff.

“It just doesn’t seem like it. You know, you can, like.. Lean back if you want to. It will be much more comfortable,” he quietly said, and you decided to obey. Slowly sinking back, you found yourself fully leaning against chest, with his head resting on your shoulder.

“See? I think this is better,” he told you shyly, making you chuckle.

“Maybe it really is… ”

You’d gotten so used to the position what when Youngjae stopped his car in front of their apartment complex you cursed a little. Taking out all the instruments, him and Himchan promised to be back in a minute and headed to the staircase.

“Too bad,” you chuckled, about to slide out of his grip, “I was quite comfortable.”

“Then stay here,” Jongup blurted out, making you freeze on spot.

“A-are you sure?” you threw him a glance, earning a cheeky grin.

“Yup.”

Youngjae and Himchan got in the car, and seemingly didn’t mind the sight in the backseat at all. The decision to drive off to get some food was made rather quickly, and you even let Youngjae pick the place. After all, you didn’t quite care anymore, did you?

Getting out of the vehicle was rather displeasing to you, but as you headed to the entrance of the cafe Youngjae had chosen, Jongup managed to quickly blurt out “I don’t mind if there’ll be only three free seats in the cafe either” before leaving rather shyly to go and discuss something of first importance with Himchan.

There were four seats though, and you felt a little releaved when you sat across Jongup and next to Youngjae, ordering some food and throwing jokes around until the next move from both masterminds was pulled.

“Where are you going?” Jongup asked quietly as they both stood up, leaving.

“Oh, we’ll be back soon. I feel like I left the lights on in the apartment, so we’ll just go and check real quick.”

They headed out, leaving you two alone to mind your own business.

“That’s not the actual reason they left, is it?”

“I doubt it is. It’s daytime. Why would they even need to turn on the lights in the first place?”

“What’s up with those two!?”

Despite everything they said they’d do, they simply sat in the car and waited for further events.

“Okay, so you just left them to eat together. What now, commander?” Youngjae asked rather harshly, knowing he had no ideas left himself, but being aware they needed something better than that to make it work.

“I’ve got another idea up my sleeve. But don’t call me stupid.”

Oh, Youngjae indeed was about to call him stupid when they stood in front of the roller skating rink, but all doubts and mean comments vanished when he realized what all of this was about. You couldn’t roller skate. And neither could Jongup.

“Youngjae-ah, help me!” You cried out and laughed as you tried to skate, but found the floor to be too slippery to properly do so.

“You’re too slow for me,” he said, skating past, “But looks like Jongup’s having trouble. Maybe you can go and fall together, and stop bothering me.”

Hell, even if you didn’t want to you were still made to do it, being constantly pushed into each other’s arms by Himchan and Youngjae. What seemed awkward at first soon felt appropriate, and at some point he even shamelessly got a hold of your hand, telling you he thought he’d gotten a grip on it and pulling you along, making you feel at least halfways stable on those damn roller blades.

Despite everything, you had to admit it was more than simply fun. There wasn’t anything that indicated Jongup wanting to let go of you, as he constantly kept finding excuses to get a hold of you. You fell? Oh, he had to hold your hand from now on so you wouldn’t fall again. You were bored of simply skating around? He tried to spin you around, just to get a hold of you and wrap his arms around you afterwards, chuckling right into your ear happily as you did the same. It was like you’d found a little piece of heaved, and you never wanted to leave or let go.

It was already evening and it was quite dark when you exited from the skating rink, laughs filling up the air at Jongup’s sudden savageness towards Youngjae. His arm was loosely thrown around your shoulder, and you had to admit you’d never felt this comfortable. And you’d never felt like he could have a thing for you, but after all of today’s events you thought it was more than simply possible.

The last drop needed was Himchan’s little bump into you that made you stumble to Jongup’s side, causing him to put his free hand on your side and hold you close. All attention was suddenly on both of you, and at any other point you would’ve been simply embarrassed, and would’ve scurried away as soon as possible. But things had changed along the line, and you felt like staying in his grip for a little longer.

The car ride came first. After all, he could’ve told you to get off, but he didn’t - he told you to stay. Then the cafe when you simply had fun one-on-one time, laughing and joking around cutely and silently thanking that you were left alone. And everything that followed - the roller skating, and your constant clinging at each other. Plus, the sentences that had escaped him all through the day sounded oh so genuine and loving you couldn’t not believe them.

“You are so pretty, (Y/N).”

“I’m glad they left, I like being alone with you.”

“Do you mind if I hold your hand? I just want to make sure you won’t fall, I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Hell, you couldn’t take it anymore. It all seemed like a bunch of green lights to you, and to him as well. It was a moment when everyone had suddenly understood what had happened, without any previous warnings.

“Are you and Youngjae on the same team?” You simply asked Himchan, receiving an approving nod.

“What a plot twist, right?”

“I mean, if you ask me it was pretty obvious from the start,” Youngjae said, earning an immediate glare from Himchan.

“Pretty obvious!? You didn’t even figure it out yourself until I told you! Yah, the things I do for Jongup-ah. I even put up with your annoying existence for the whole day just to try and get him and the girl of his dreams together-”

“Ahh, so you’re the one with issues here, yeah? Don’t think I’d be alright with listening to your nagging without a single comeback for the whole day if it wasn’t for my best friend (Y/N) over here who’s been talking about nothing but Jongup ever since she first met him. God, I wanted them to be together so we could talk about something normal once again.”

“Do you hear guys? Just kiss already-” Himchan and Youngjae turned to face you both, stopping mid-sentence after realizing it wasn’t necessary anymore.

You were doing it already anyways.

“Take a picture.”

“Working on it already.”

Yeah, they were babbling about something in the background, but who cared? You didn’t, and either did Jongup. As soon as the first words about the plot twist left Himchan’s lips and he turned to playfully argue with Youngjae, you both were left chuckling at your own childishness, oblivion and stupidity.

“You really asked Youngjae?”

“Well, you asked Himchan…”

But nothing really mattered, including the people you’d asked to help you out. It felt like only the two of your were left on this planet, and he didn’t hesitate to let you know how he truly felt about you, putting a hand on your cheek and tugging your face closer to his.

“Guys, ew,” Youngjae exclaimed as you pulled away, making both of you start giggling right at each other’s faces.

“Look at them, all happy and giggly. And kissy and cuddly and everything. Just ew,” he continued, just to get slapped in the arm by Himchan.

“Wasn’t this the main objective!?”

“I thought it was, yeah, but now that I think of it the thought of them being together just seems weird.”

“Oh, shut it, too late,” you said just to be shut up yourself by another kiss, one that you didn’t anticipate in the lest, yet returned fully, smiling happily all through it as you felt like you’d just won the lottery.

It was a long evening of “omg”, “stop it”, “ew, gross” and thousands of other different phrases and remarks by Youngjae-yours-truly as Himchan tried to get him away from both of you to leave you to live in peace. But nothing really mattered anyways, as at the end of the day you’d gotten just what you’d been wanting the most in the past time, and Jongup got what he’d desired too.

Sitting in the backseat of the car as you were driven back home, you couldn’t help but lean your head on Jongup’s shoulder, just to earn a soft, little kiss to your temple.

“I thought I was stupid, but you’re just as dumb as me,” you chuckled, making him laugh as well.

“Let’s be dumb and dumber together then, in that case.”

“Is this your way of asking me out?”

“Well, would that work?”

“Moon Jongup, do you really think it wouldn’t at this point?”

And the rest was history. A history full of an awkwardly cute relationship accompanied by the never ending “ew, guys, stop it” by Youngjae and the punches to Youngjae’s arm or gut for saying such remarks by Himchan. Nothing ever changed, and that was by far the best about the whole situation. You’d always love Jongup, and he’d always love you. And you’d forever continue being awkwardly cute together.

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Part 10

Kagetsu: AW, YEAH! Onward to the final battle!

Aoki: Indeed.

(Scene: Kaii Town. The five, the fox family, Mochiie and the tsukumogami head through the streets.)

Mochiie: Well, I must say, not once in my life did I expect to assist in saving the realm.

Nakaari: It’s not just the spirit realm that’s at stake. Shina obviously plans to use the jewel to do whatever she pleases to humanity.

Shigeto: Yikes. Good thing she didn’t count on us.

Hisaaki: So, the yokai in charge lives at the center of town?

Bunto: Yup! Ya can’t miss it! He’s got a big palace and everything!

(As they near the palace, there is a commotion: some yokai are trying to break in using a nurikabe as a battering ram, while others watch, concerned and alarmed. Maka goes up to an abura sumashi.)

Maka: What’s going on here?

Abura Sumashi: Lord Nurarihyon‘s been taken hostage. We’re trying to get inside to rescue him, but the entrances are sealed.

(A taka onna peeks into one of the higher windows.)

Taka Onna: Some spider lady and a giant spider’s got him! There’re monkeys helping them, too!

Shigeto: Oh no...

Hisaaki: We’re too late!

Ryumi: Not yet.

(She steps forward, and holds out her hand.)

Ryumi: If Mom can do it, then...

(After a few moments, a portal opens in midair, stunning everybody present. This portal leads to the lower levels of the palace. A hone onna’s jaw literally drops.)

Ippondatara: Sweet child of Yamauba...!

Maka: She actually did it...!

Ryumi: C’mon guys.

(The others follow her through. In one of the higher floors of the palace, Nurarihyon is brought before Shina by two of the sarugami, who are dressed as samurai. She steps out of the shadows, brandishing a scepter onto which she has attached the jewel.)

Shina: (to the sarugami) Good. Guard the door. And this time, do. Not. Fail me.

(The sarugami oblige, leaving the room with the tsuchigumo.)

Nurarihyon: Of course, you do know that you’ll never get away with this.

Shina: (chuckles darkly) I already have. Now bow.

(Meanwhile, Sana and Mego are suspended in a cage made of webbing. Mego is downtrodden, and Sana takes notice. She puts a reassuring hand on the younger girl’s shoulder.)

Sana: You shouldn’t blame yourself for all this.

Mego: Why shouldn’t I? I listened to Shina. I gave her what she wanted, just for something I’ll probably never get.

Sana: You couldn’t have known.

Mego: Well, I should have known...

Sana: It’s okay. We’ll get through this.

Mego How do you know?

Sana: Because there’s one thing Shina didn’t count on.

(As if on cue, the door opens, and...)

Ryumi: Mego! Mom!

Sana: You see?

(The five enter the room.)

Shigeto: We came to rescue you two and squash some spiders!

(But as they approach the cage...)

Mego: Be careful! That big spider may come back any-

(There is an awful chittering noise from above: the tsuchigumo is now on the ceiling, and it’s furious.)

Ryumi: ...Oh-

(The tsuchigumo pounces, forcing the group to scatter.)

Sana: Ryumi!

Ryumi: It’s okay, Mom!

(As the tsuchigumo thrusts its barbed leg towards Ryumi to impale her, she concentrates, and quickly levitates out of the way of the attack, landing on a rafter. Sana is stunned and impressed. As Ryumi looks around, she spots a large decorative gong displayed on a platform. An idea forms in her mind.)

Ryumi: Shigeto! Hisaaki!

(They, too, see the gong, and get the hint. As Ryumi, Akako and Maka keep the tsuchigumo occupied, the two boys climb onto the platform. Hisaaki pulls out a tantō blade and cuts the gong loose, while Ryumi leads the monster beneath him and Shigeto. Just as the spider is about to bite her in half, the gong falls. The two sarugami guarding the door hear the sickening CRUNCH, and go to investigate. The youths are cheering, as Maka uses her neck to help Sana and Mego climb down from the cage.)

Youths: Yeah!/Alright!/We did it!/We killed the monster!/Nice one!

(The sarugami enter to see Shigeto triumphantly kicking a leg sticking out from underneath the fallen gong.)

Shigeto: How’s it feel being so dumb?!

(He kicks a little too hard, and the leg breaks off.)

Shigeto: WHOA!

(The sarugami proceed to freak out and bolt. They run into their leader along the way.)

Sarugami Leader: Hey, where are you goin’?!

Sarugami#1: (terrified) Those guys killed the big spider!

Sarugami#2: We can’t fight them! No way!

Sarugami Leader: That’s preposter-

(Just then, the group show up, Shigeto brandishing the tsuchigumo’s leg as a weapon.)

Shigeto: (noticing the sarugami) Oh, hey.

(The sarugami leader takes one look and runs, his cohorts following after.)

Shigeto: What’s their problem?

(No sooner do the screaming sarugami literally launch themselves out of the palace in a panic then they find themselves confronted by the other yokai, the tsukumogami and the fox family included.)

Sarugami: Uh oh.../Oh, no...

Kagetsu: Y’know, it’s a shame that we don’t get to see the monkey beatdown.

Aoki: That’s not important, now.

(Meanwhile, the group run up the stairs to the room where Shina and Nurarihyon are.)

Shina: Don’t be so arrogant, old fool. Either you kneel, or I take this realm by force. Make your choice.

(Nurarihyon, however, fixes her with a firm, unwavering look.)

Nurarihyon: Do with me as you will, but you will never take this land.

Shina: So be it.

(Her scepter charges up with energy...)

Ryumi: He’s right, Shina! It’s over.

(As Nurarihyon calmly moves aside, Shina turns to see the group... and recognizes the leg in Shigeto’s clutches.)

Shina: (seething in rage) You... murdered... my baby...?! Ryumi Kawakami... You... and your friends...

(Before the group, the irate Shina rises up, revealing the legs of a golden orb-weaver spider.)

Shina: ...ARE ALREADY DEAD!!!

(She lunges at the group, who scatter, as Maka elongates her neck to defend the youths.)

Maka: DON’T YOU DARE HURT THEM!

(She coils her neck around Shina, trying to restrain her as the jorōgumo furiously attempts to blast her in the face with the scepter. Finally, Maka pins the arm holding the scepter to Shina’s side, but the spider lady whips out a kaiken dagger with her free hand and begins slashing at her adversary’s long neck. Akako, seeing her chance, quickly hops onto the scepter and begins tugging on the jewel, until she finally yanks it free.)

Akako: I GOT IT! I got the jewel, Ryumi!

Shina: NO!

(Before Shina can stop her, Akako throws the jewel to Ryumi, who catches it. With a scream of rage, Shina breaks free from Maka’s neck and lunges at Akako. There is no time for her to dodge the attack. The dagger strikes Akako, and, as the others look on, she falls to the floor, where she lies prone.)

Ryumi: AKAKO!

(The good guys gather around Akako.)

Ryumi: Akako, speak to me! Say something, please!

(Akako is still alive, but barely breathing. Shina rises up behind them.)

Shina: GIVE ME THAT JEWEL!

(The group scatter a third time, Maka clutching Akako close to her chest, as Ryumi runs out of the room with the jewel, pursued by the enraged Shina. The girl shimmies up a pillar, only for the jorōgumo to pull out a wakizashi sword and cut it down, sending it and Ryumi through the wall. Ryumi jumps up and grabs onto the roof and pulls herself up.)

Yokai Citizens: On the roof!/Look!

(Ryumi climbs onto the roof and looks around. Behind her, Shina crashes through the roof and shoves the girl down with one of her legs. The jorōgumo smiles maniacally as she raises her sword. Ryumi squeezes her eyes shut. Shina brings the sword down... CRACK.)

Shina: Wh-

(Ryumi has teleported away, leaving only the jewel... which now has Shina’s sword thrust into it. As cracks begin to form, it begins to glow, dimly, then brightly. Immediately, a vast surge of magic bursts forth as the jewel completely shatters. Shina lets out a bloodcurdling scream as magical wave after magical wave strikes her. She dissolves like a lump of sugar in tea, still screaming in agony all the while, until there is nothing left of her. The night sky is illuminated with colorful energy, as Ryumi, having found herself back on the palace steps, watches. The others look on as well, until their attention is drawn by Akako glowing and rising out of Maka’s arms: the magical energy has reached her.)

Maka: What the-?!

(The group watch until the glow surrounding Akako slowly subsides, and she floats back down to the floor. She stirs, then opens her eyes. The others are stunned, but relieved.)

Akako: What happened? Did we win?

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gingus-doon · 5 years ago

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( thanks 4 the tag man :'D )

- APPEARANCE -

I’m over 5′5″. I wear glasses/contacts. I have blonde hair. I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. I have one or more piercings. (assuming ear piercings count–) I have at least one tattoo. I have blue/green eyes. I have dyed or highlighted my hair. (it's not dyed right now tho–) I have gotten plastic surgery. I have or had braces. I sunburn easily. I have freckles. I paint my nails. I typically wear makeup. I don’t often smile. I am pleased with how I look. I prefer Nike to Adidas. (sCREW BRANDS LOL) I wear baseball hats backwards. (I ROCK A BACKWARDS SNAPBACK ITS NO BIGGIE 🤙)

- RELATIONSHIPS -

I am in a relationship. I have been single for over a year. I have a crush. I have a best friend I have known for ten years. My parents are together. I have dated my best friend. I am adopted. My crush has confessed to me. I have a long distance relationship. I am an only child. I give advice to my friends. (i try to at least-) I have made an online friend. I met up with someone I have met online.

- AESTHETICS -

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell. I have watched the sunrise. I enjoy rainy days. I have slept under the stars. I meditate outside. The sound of chirping calms me. I enjoy the smell of the beach. I know what snow tastes like. I listen to music to fall asleep. I enjoy thunderstorms. I enjoy cloud watching.(? i dunno :0) I have attended a bonfire. I pay close attention to colors. (maybe i dunno-) I find mystery in the ocean. I enjoy hiking on nature paths. Autumn is my favorite season. (fall is pretty cool tho)

- MISCELLANEOUS -

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle. (it's so calming-) I am the mom friend. (i don't know ask my friends-) I live by a certain quote. I like the smell of sharpies. I am involved in extracurricular activities. I enjoy Mexican food. (who doesn't?) I can drive a stick-shift. (i can't even drive lol) I believe in true love. I make up scenarios to fall asleep. I sing in the shower. I wish I lived in a video game. I have a canopy above my bed. I am multiracial. (ask me about my three ethnicities 🤙) I am a redhead. I own at least three dogs.

- TAGS -

@carpiniinas @twinkynorsk @mochii-denchii hey you guysssss

Rules: bold everything that applies to you & tag 10 people you’d like to get to know better.

I was tagged by @throwingoftheshade

A P P E A R A N C E

I’m over 5′5″. I wear glasses/contacts. I have blonde hair. I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing. I have one or more piercings. I have at least one tattoo. I have blue/green eyes. I have dyed or highlighted my hair. I have gotten plastic surgery. I have or had braces. I sunburn easily. I have freckles. I paint my nails. I typically wear makeup. I don’t often smile. I am pleased with how I look. I prefer Nike to Adidas. I wear baseball hats backwards.

R E L A T I O N S H I P S

I am in a relationship. I have been single for over a year. I have a crush. I have a best friend I have known for ten years. My parents are together. I have dated my best friend. I am adopted. My crush has confessed to me. I have a long distance relationship. I am an only child. I give advice to my friends. I have made an online friend. I met up with someone I have met online.

A E S T H E T I C S

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell. I have watched the sunrise. I enjoy rainy days. I have slept under the stars. I meditate outside. The sound of chirping calms me. I enjoy the smell of the beach. I know what snow tastes like. I listen to music to fall asleep. I enjoy thunderstorms. I enjoy cloud watching. I have attended a bonfire. I pay close attention to colors. I find mystery in the ocean. I enjoy hiking on nature paths. Autumn is my favorite season.

M I S C E L L A N E O U S

I can fall asleep in a moving vehicle. I am the mom friend. I live by a certain quote. I like the smell of sharpies. I am involved in extracurricular activities. I enjoy Mexican food. I can drive a stick-shift. I believe in true love. I make up scenarios to fall asleep. I sing in the shower. I wish I lived in a video game. I have a canopy above my bed. I am multiracial. I am a redhead. I own at least three dogs.

I tag: @lovebytes @yoorana-rising @jcmorrigan @obscurusvii @shaggykin-28 @omg-bombur-fell-into-the-water @muddledmenagerie @thepathogenicruler @renee-niles @worm-does-shit @mostly-headless-horseman aaand anyone else who wants to!

#me putting notes all over this knowing no one's gonna read it': 🤙🤙🤙#i just like that hand sign ok

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candycryptids · 1 year ago

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🍷: What's one of your OC's pet peeves concerning food? for Mochiie

🍻: What's your OC's favourite comfort ritual? How do they calm themselves down after a rough day? for Levraut

🍒: Has Your OC had their first kiss yet? If so, with who? for Ishi'li

🎂: Has your OC have any contradictory interests or traits to the first preception people have of the? How do they surprise people? for Chuusday

🍰: What's something your OC counts as unforgivable? for Tuesday

So firstly I’m showering you in flower petals and handing you a party napkin (Pokémon themed) with three cookies on it

🍷[Food Rituals; Mochiie] Mochi’s peeve is food made for the sake of making ‘pretty/aesthetic/art’ food (things like, you get a plate of one bite. He wants food to be filling and nourishing and shareable lmao.) His other peeve is making food spicy just for the sake of it being spicy, disregarding flavor (Zero makes him so nuts. The fact that the smell alone of her preferred curry makes him physically Ill doesn’t help, lmao)

🍻 [Comfort Rituals; Levraut ] depends on if it’s been a STRESSFUL day or a SAD day, lmao. Stressful days, nothing a round of drinks at the drowning wench can’t help fix (and a rowdy brawl, probably; flirting badly with another man’s girl is a great way to catch a stray fist, which leads readily to an intentional fist, which leads to a bucket of ice water and being thrown out for the evening, but as it goes.) Sad days tend to be soothed with three pints and then sitting on the dock and staring at the reflection of the sky (hopefully there’s a moon to look at!) and. Reflecting. Possibly writing down a mess of words for later, to work through what he’s thinking/feeling at the time

🍒 [First Kiss; Ishi’li] Ishi’s first kiss is, I Think with Keathan ( @zombiesockfuckinglovescardfight is that right?) but its for the silliest reasons which is that he wanted to. Have Experience and. He’s been adventuring now for at least a year and hasn’t done ANYTHING like other adventurers beside sleep on the hard ass ground and take down an empire and have a rivalry turned friendship with tension and nonsense with Kizuna (the main WoL) (his first kiss with Kizuna I thiiink doesn’t occur for quite some time after…. Not one they’d both qualify as a First Kiss. I think it’s Late-Shadowbringers….)

🎂 [Contradictory/Surprising Interest/Trait; Chuusday] Chuu’s first impression on people is usually less than hinged woman who will become scarce the moment the situation no longer interest her; I.E. there’s no more allagan/Garlean tech to look at.. her surprising trait would likely be intense love for Carbuncles. Since she disregards most other Organic Creatures (her Chocobo, Friday is cared for by Tuesday or the stablehands, they have a very Professional relationship and it’s tailored towards combat rather than Transport) she’s not even a proper summoner; her skills extend as far as being able to summon a Carbuncle because they’re the ideal creature. No need for food or water and when you’re busy they can be dissipated into the aether… (but you CAN feed them table scraps… most excellent creature) (Talia and Cid might be the only people to KNOW this, though)

🍰 [Unforgivable Action; Tuesday] it’s hard to find the morality line for him the earlier in his lifetime you get. A lot of his lines had to be programmed or Taught through experiences- but by the time Shadowbringers comes around an unforgivable action ends up being an action that violates someone’s Self (G’Raha was on thin ice for a while because of the soul snatching, the thing Lahabrea did to Thancred in ARR would also fall under this but obviously happened before he was alive lol. The way Minfilia’s were trained and made to do one specific thing, the, being a chosen hero shaped into a Hero’s image, it hits a gray area, but Ranjit firmly placed himself in the red zone through his use of force against Ryne… this was an interesting thing to think about 🥰)

[Ask Meme !]

#I am blowing you many kisses mwahmwahmwah #ask game #ffxiv Mochi #ffxiv Levraut #ffxiv Chuu #ffxiv Ishi #ffxiv Tuesday #🥺 Thabk yuuuu #also I hope this isn’t Too Long ?? I try to use readmore when it feels like a dash extender but…

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coffee-for-himchan · 8 years ago

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Mochiiphobia (Zelo x reader)

Requested by: a lovely anon

Word count: 4.3 k+

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: Your and Junhong’s relationship has been like a movie scene from day one, and there was almost nothing you ever wanted to complain about. Just one little thing prevented you from calling the situation “perfect”, that thing being his beloved dog Mochii. Yes, he might be a ball of fluff on four legs, but you were still scared of him nonetheless, just like you were scared of every single other dog in this universe. Not wanting to hurt Junhong’s feelings, you kept your fear a secret for as long as possible, but when Junhong finally found out the truth, he simply laughed, trying his best in order to help you overcome your fear - if not from dogs as a whole, then at least from Mochii.

(A/N) I’m aware the title is quite stupid, but my sleep deprived mind came up with it and I thought it was cute, so I left it in! ^.^

It was a regular autumn day, and you were walking down a busy street in order to get home from your just-finished workday. Tuesdays were your favorite, because you got to be home earlier than any other day of the week. It was barely mid-afternoon, and you were already free, happily making your way back to the place you could relax and get some rest at... or maybe not? You suddenly came to a stop just to inspect the situation. There was a rather small park to your right, and a zebra crossing to your left. It was such a nice day, and it's been ages since you last took a walk, so you stood there, considering if you should head to the left and go straight home or if you should maybe spend some time at the park. People kept bumping into you, and the more they did it, the more you understood you didn't want to be like them - hurrying to different destinations and not seeing the beautiful view around them. With another quick glance thrown at the park, you soon gave in to the beautiful view of colorful leaves and the yellowish sun poking right through them and creating beautiful silhouettes of light on your coat, and walked over to the tiny gate that parted this autumn wonderland from the grey and lifeless, crowded street you were on. You walked down the cracked pavement, and wondered why this place seemed so abandoned even thought there were quite a few people around. The cracks and the grass that was poking out of them indicated that no one thought it was necessary to keep the park in mint-condition, but you didn't quite mind. It was charming in a slightly unusual and different way, giving you a feeling of peace, gratitude and solitude. ... Until a certain moment when someone managed to ruin it. It was a man, dressed in mainly black and with a phone that he was angrily talking on in one hand. He was too caught up in his own world to notice anyone around him, and, when he passed by you, he bumped into you quite harshly, knocking the few file folders that you were holding in one hand and the brown leather bag that was hanging on your right shoulder down on the ground. If only you'd be less shy, you'd maybe give him a piece of your mind, as he didn't bother to stop and say sorry or even spare you an apologetic glance. But, to your surprise and maybe even luck, you didn't have to bother speaking up on your own, as an unfamiliar voice said all that had to be said instead, sparing you the trouble.

"Hey, watch where you're going! Don't just bump into people without even saying sorry afterwards!!" you heard a male voice right ahead of you, and soon enough there was a young man kneeling in front of you, helping you to pick up those folders while you got hold of your bag. A young man... Yeah, he looked so surprisingly beautiful, with a shy smile on his face and the cutest little dimple on his right cheek that appeared when he silently chuckled right after picking up the last folder.

"Some people just have no manners, right? Here you go.." he stood up straight in front of you, passing you the folders. You didn't even notice how close he was until he straightened himself out to his full length, and you suddenly felt so, so tiny, as now his face was basically hovering above you. "Is everything fine?" he asked when he saw the way you looked up at him, hesitant to take back your belongings. A blush crept across your face as you realized you were incapable of moving and were simply staring at the face of a stranger, and your mind started racing, thinking of what to say to make yourself look normal, or at least somewhat close to normal. "Oh my God, you're so tall..." you blurted out, instantly regretting it. There was exactly one second of silence, and in that second your whole life passed in front of your eyes, as a little voice inside your head spoke. "(Y/N), you'll be alone forever because you keep scaring cute guys like this one away by saying stupid things." He laughed, his laugh piercing right through your ears, and maybe even your heart, as it was so melodic and simply beautiful. "Oh, yeah, sorry if I intimidated you with my height. There's nothing I could really do to stop my body from stretching out to such extents, you know.." he said and chuckled when you finally took your folders, still mesmerized by how you'd just met such a beautiful and genuinely nice stranger by complete accident. Feeling like you've been awkwardly staring at his face for too long at that point already, you turned you head away a little. "No, no, don't get me wrong.. it's not really scary, it’s..." "What is it then?" "Kind of cute," you said quietly, but apparently loud enough for him to hear as he laughed again, scrunching up his nose in the most adorable way possible while doing so. "Good to know it isn't intimidating at least. I'm Junhong, by the way," he said, offering you his hand for a rather playful handshake. "Junhong-ah..." you took his hand in yours and repeated quietly, realizing you'd just unintentionally and unconsciously added the little "-ah" to his name. Oh, and probably said it too loud again as well. He gave you a questioning look, raising a brow, and if he didn't smile even more than previously about it you'd think he actually took offense on it. "J-junhong, I mean," you quickly corrected, wanting to fade away from the spot, or wanting to run home and hide under the blankets. And possibly even cry while you were at it, because you seemingly couldn’t stop embarrassing yourself today. "No, no, keep the "-ah" attached to my name, simply "Junhong" sounds kind of plain and boring. And less cute," he made your heart skip a beat, and as you thought of what to do next (because a cute tall guy standing too close to you and showing interest wasn't an everyday thing that you were prepared for and knew how to handle), you suddenly heard something you never really liked hearing not too far away in the distance. Barking. "Cody, stop!! Come here, boy!" you heard a man yelling in the distance, and saw a bulldog running your way, the dog's leash dragging behind it as the man tried to get a hold of it. Dogs... Yeah, they were a rather.. Touchy subject. You've never had a bad experience with a dog, but for some reason you were still terrified of them. Just because a dog hadn't bitten you yet didn't mean it couldn't or wouldn't sometime in the future, so for as long as you could remember you've always been tense and wary around them, not really wanting to be in the area if any type of dogs were around. Junhong, on the other hand, seemed not to mind at all. He stepped away from you a little, and knelt down, gesturing to the animal to come his way. "Come here, buddy. Let's be friends," Junhong simply said as the dog ran to him, and petted him instantly once he was in reach. You stood there, trying to hold onto your folders with both hands so it looked like you simply couldn't join in to pet the dog because your hands were full and not because your heart was about to give up on you and you were scared to the last bone. The owner ran up to you in seconds, panting heavily from all of the running he'd done, but seeming happy he could finally stop now. "Thank you so much," he said, looking at Junhong who was still busy becoming friends with the dog, "He's a harmless but sneaky one. Escapes me from time to time, and then I have to run all around the place to collect him." "No worries," Junhong replied, giving the dog one last stroke and picking up the end of the leash, slowly standing up and handing it to the owner, "Just make sure he doesn't scare anyone running around like that." "He's talking about dumb people like you, (Y/N) - people who are scared of dogs for no reason" you thought to yourself, trying to relax your muscles and look unfazed by the unfolding event. "Thanks again, may you and your lady have a good day!!" the dog owner smiled and waved, walking off into the distance. You yelped a little at that statement, and even Junhong looked a little surprised at first, but he soon collected himself, smiling at you and making you relax a little with just one reassuring look. "I never really got around to finding out your name, my lady," he teased, and despite his seeming confidence you could see a blush creeping up to his cheeks as he wasn't sure if he was being too bold or not. "(Y/N)..." you said, adding a quick "-ah" at the end of it, just to make it fair. He chuckled in response. "Yeah, yours sounds cuter with the "-ah" too," he said, and started slowly walking, "I was just going for a walk, trying to clear my mind from all the work. Mind joining me? If you aren't in a hurry, of course..."

You joined, and kicked off what would become a new, beautiful relationship. That was how you met Choi Junhong, your new best friend and, as it later turned out, boyfriend as well. In your eyes, he was one of a kind, as you’ve only seen guys like him in movies and books, and were convinced no real person actually acted this way. He was a very tall, very cute dork. Despite wanting to come off as a serious adult and a grown up who knew what he was doing at first, his baby face and the fact that he was a living meme made it hard for him to be taken seriously, especially by you, so at some point he simply gave up, accepting all of the cute nicknames you gave him and joining in to the jokes and the fun.

Every time you saw him in the distance, taking big steps to get to you as soon as possible, you remembered how you first met him, and how beautiful he looked back then. With that long coat of his that looked shorter on him than it was actually supposed to be, and with that giant scarf he covered half his face with, the same scarf he struggled with later on when he wanted to gracefully kiss you for the first time, but wasn’t able to do so because it was in the way.

That was only weeks after you’d met each other, but even at that point you were already used to the both of you being two young and clueless walking disasters, who didn’t quite know how to act gracefully and non-awkwardly around each other because of the confusing mutual feelings you shared. You remember how you brought both of your hands up to that scarf and pulled it down a little, letting him kiss you right after and tell you that he may be tall and awkward, but he’d shower you with love if you accepted him as your boyfriend.

And boy, he wasn’t lying.

He was simply amazing, and you quickly became attached to him, liking his presence emotionally, as well as physically. He was nice and gentle, and just right for you. And, on top of everything, there wasn’t a thing you had different opinions on. Well, except one...

“You know, I have a dog too,” he told you at one of your walks in the park that became a regular thing after you’d bumped into each other accidentally back then, “Believe it or not, he’s even cuter than me.”

“Why wouldn’t I believe?” you teased, trying to sound careless, but actually feeling slight tension building up inside your gut.

“His name’s Mochii,” Junhong said happily, trying to find a picture of his little buddy on the phone, “And he’s the only one who’s absolutely never been mean to me, everyone else has been at least once in my lifetime..”

“Hey! Stop lying, I haven’t been mean to you like ever!!” you told him right as he stopped walking and shoved his phone in your face.

“Now that I think about it.. Yeah, you’re right. You haven’t been mean yet.. Or no, you have! You just said Mochii was cuter than me, now if that isn’t mean!” he exclaimed while you held his phone in your hands, carefully examining the picture.

You chuckled as you heard that phrase slip out of his mouth, and it warmed your heart when you saw him getting a little shy because of it, since, even if for everyone else around you it was more than bloody obvious that you both were head over heels for each other, none of you two knew how to go about it and how to admit it.

Mochii was actually cute, you had to admit. But nonetheless, Mochii was still a dog, and you didn’t trust any dog, even if it was Junhong’s.

“How is that being mean? You said that yourself,” you said, giving the phone back to him and starting to walk again, “Okay, don’t get offended. You’re both cute.”

“I can’t wait for you to meet him!! I promise you’ll love him,” it pained you to hear how excited Junhong was, simply because you weren’t excited at all. Only managing to give him a faint smile and a nod in return, you tried to hold yourself back from screaming in frustration, because you didn’t want to meet the dog at all, no matter how small or cute he was. Or fluffy.

You took notes that day, and have been avoiding the inevitable meeting with Mochii ever since. Whenever Junhong asked you out to go for a walk or something, you always made sure he came to meet you straight from the studio or anywhere else where he couldn’t have possibly had the dog with him. The few times he invited you to his place you always told him you were tired, and asked if he could come over to yours instead. You somehow had managed to stay away from this significant part of his life for a few months already, until one day he surprised you by knocking on your door late in the evening.

“Junhong-ah!” you happily exclaimed as you opened the door, but froze dead in your tracks when you saw the thing he was gently holding in his arms.

Mochii.

“Look who I’ve brought with myself!” he said, and your heart broke into a million pieces when you saw him smiling brightly, really looking forward to this evening where two big, important parts of his life would meet for the first time.

You were very glad he didn’t want you to take the dog from his arms into your own the second he set foot into the apartment, and you immediately excused yourself to the kitchen, telling him you’d get some tea and snacks while he could pick a movie and make himself comfortable on the couch.

You hoped he didn’t notice how tense you were, and you hoped he didn’t see how fast your walk to the kitchen was while he was struggling with untying his shoes and taking off his jacket. You put on the kettle and leaned against the kitchen counter, breathing in and out a few times, trying to calm your nerves and think rationally.

There was a dog in your house.

You knew how much he loved Mochii, and the fact that you weren’t accepting something that was so important to Junhong made you feel like the worst girlfriend he could ever have.The fact you weren’t even trying to accept Mochii because of a stupid fear whose origins you didn’t even know, yeah, that’s what bothered you the most.

That wasn’t just “a dog”. That was Mochii, and you had to be nice to him and get along with him.

With another deep breath, teacups in hands and snacks on the table, you made your way into the living room to set the cups down on the coffee table. Junhong had somehow managed to take up the whole couch, lying on his back and bending his way too long limbs in mysterious ways as he tried to find a movie that interested him. You were surprised to see Mochii was nowhere to be seen, so you tried to shake it off, and walked back to the kitchen to grab snacks.

After you’d put them on the coffee table, you were about to join Junhong on the couch when you heard a quite high-pitched but well audible bark somewhere not far away from you. Your reflexes instantly made you jump, and that didn’t help at all as at that exact moment you were in an about-to-sit-down position, so instead of gracefully sitting down on the edge of the couch like a lady, you popped down on the couch and onto Junhong with a thud.

He instantly understood what had happened, and started laughing his head off.

“Oh god, (Y/N), did Mochii scare you?!” Junhong said in between his giggles while you were sitting on the couch, feeling more than just grateful he didn’t think you were clumsy or anything. Mochii probably found it amusing too, as he barked a few more times, making you slightly flinch every single time his high-pitched voice rang through the whole room.

“C’mere, buddy,” Junhong tapped a spot that was right next to you on the couch with his hand, and Mochii started sprinting towards it, being on the couch in no time and letting Junhong pet him and give him some much needed attention.

“Hey, (Y/N), don’t you wanna...” he trailed off as his eyes met yours, and you cursed to yourself. He stopped moving, and simply looked at you for a while, making sure he wasn’t mistaken in all of these assumptions his brain had just come up with on the spot.

You were sure now, he knew.

It wasn’t really hard to tell, because your eyes displayed utter fear, and you’d moved further away from where Mochii was, keeping your body tense and stiff for this whole time. Junhong’s hand wrapped around the dog, and he held Mochii in place while he sat up, keeping a strong grip on Mochii so that he wouldn’t be able to escape, no matter how hard he tried.

“You’re afraid of dogs, aren’t you?” Junhong asked quietly, and only got a silent nod in response. Silence hung over the room for a moment, and you started feeling a knot forming in your throat. You’d ruined the moment, and it was your fault it had come to this.

“Junhong-ah... I’m sorry.. Mochii is cute as hell, but for some reason I just can’t bring myself to relax around him...”

“It’s okay I guess..” Junhong drifted off, trying to think of a solution, “Should I lock him up in another room, or should I maybe bring him home and come back later again?”

You hated being the cause of this situation, but even more than that, you hated your stupid fear of something that was so tiny, cute, fluffy and... harmless?

“I mean, Mochii has to be harmless, right?” you thought, and sighed.

“(Y/N)-”

“Junhong-ah, I really want to like Mochii. But I’m going to need your help. A lot of it,” you said, trying to smile a little, “So if you promise he won’t bite me or anything.. And if you promise not to laugh because I might scream in fear at first.. You can.. Let him go, you know..”

“How about this instead...”

He let him go, setting him down on the floor and acting fast before Mochii could be back on the couch. Junhong’s arms reached for you, and he pulled you into his lap, pinning your body close to his and putting his chin on top of your head.

“Okay, (Y/N), now listen. He’s tiny and cute, and I assure you that even though he knows how to bark more than well he will never bite you. He’s only barking because he is used to being the only one who has my full attention, and now since you both have to somehow split and share it, he’s just curious who his new friend that he’ll have to share the attention with is...”

“I’m right here, so don’t worry. I’ll call him over now. Be ready, but don’t be afraid,” Junhong said as he mentioned for Mochii to come over and climb into your lap.

He felt how tense you got when Mochii hopped on, so he placed a kiss on top of your head, whispering and reassuring you that you were doing great and that you had nothing to be afraid of.

Junhong’s hand started patting Mochii, and you tried to do the same, but flinched as when your hand came into contact with the fur, Mochii threw a curious glance, turning around in your lap and poking at your hand with his wet nose.

Junhong chuckled, and the rising and falling of his chest made you calm down a little.

“Here, put your hand on mine..” he said, and you did as told. He slowly put his hand on Mochii, stroking him a little before simply letting his hand stay still on top of the dog. You felt his hand slipping from underneath yours, and soon it was gone, leaving your hand to rest on Mochii.

“Don’t be afraid now, stroke him a little,” Junhong instructed, and it took you a second, but again, just like the previous time, you did as told, being a little surprised by how soft Mochii was and how he didn’t mind the attention you were giving him at all.

The fact he wasn’t barking anymore or turning around that much made you relax a bit, and Junhong felt your body leaning back against his. He smiled as he toyed around with Mochii, making sure he wouldn’t scare you with any sudden movements.

“You still alive?” Junhong asked after a few minutes, chuckling a little as for this whole time you’d stayed quiet. He watched you getting less and less scared and worried every passing moment, and felt his heart flutter at the sight of you getting along well with Mochii this well, despite your fear of dogs.

“Hey, Junhong-ah,” you questioned, the tone in your voice indicating surprise, “Why isn’t he scary anymore?”

“He’s never been scary, I guess you just aren’t that afraid of him anymore,” Junhong laughed, making you chuckle along as well.

Mochii loved the attention, and soon enough started being a little jumpy, wanting to officially make you his new friend by licking your hand a few times.

“Mochii, stop-”

“No, it’s fine,” Junhong was surprised at your happy tone and the chuckling that followed, “He’s not doing anything bad or misbehaving, is he?”

It took Mochii a few more minutes to finally decide he had had enough, and with a last quick look he jumped out of your lap, hopping down on the floor and running off to inspect your apartment, as apparently that was much more interesting at this point.

“Junhong-ah,” he heard you say, and felt you moving and turning your head so you could face him, “What was I scared of this whole time?”

“You tell me, I really don’t know,” Junhong chuckled, pulling his body away from yours a little so he could look into your eyes, “You know, there might be evil dogs out there, but Mochii isn’t one of them.”

“Yeah, cute and harmless. Like owner, like dog, I guess...”

There were a thousand different feelings in Junhong’s heart at that moment, and they all screamed at him to lean in and kiss you, so he did. His kiss displayed true gratitude and pure affection, as well as admiration for the fact that you’d just faced one of your biggest fears in order to keep him happy. He took only short and little breaths in between, not wanting to take his lips off of yours even for a second, and as he wrapped it up and let you lay your head back on his chest while his fingers played around with yours in your lap in the meantime, he said a few words that you swore you'd never forget.

“Thanks for facing your fear for me, it felt so good to have the two things that matter the most in this whole world to me in my arms, both at the same time..”

You almost felt a little sad when Junhong said his goodbyes that evening and held Mochii on a leash, about to go back home to rest a bit before another hectic workday. Almost.

“Junhong-ah, bring Mochii over next time as well,” you said, laughing slightly, “He still scares me a little and makes me jump at times, but I feel like we could become friends..”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” he said, smiling and showing that dimple you loved oh so much, soon leaving after another set of goodbyes and a sneaky kiss he stole, simply because he couldn’t resist you.

The door closed, and you stood in front of it for a little while, thinking about today’s surprising events.

Dogs were still scary, you were more than certain of it. They barked loudly and had big, sharp teeth, and they could be quite mean and unpredictable at times. But there was one thing you’d understood today - not all dogs acted this way.

Mochii was nothing but a ball of energy and fluff who only wanted attention and affection, and you couldn’t help but feel a little foolish for being scared of him at first. You laughed to yourself, turning around to go into the living room and clean up after the little movie evening you’d just had.

“The things I do for you, Junhong-ah,” you thought to yourself, smiling at the fact your only worry about this relationship had been cleared today, “You better know exactly how much you mean to me and how much I love you.. And Mochii as well, of course.”

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coffee-for-himchan · 8 years ago

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Mirrors (Zelo x reader)

Word count: 4.4 k+ (minus the quoted song lyrics)

Genre/warnings: fluff ❤

Summary: An old song that you had known for years and loved with your whole heart suddenly came on when you and Junhong were casually chilling in your apartment. When he started dissecting the lyrics out of plain curiosity, he was slightly freaked out by how well they fit your relationship, except he started questioning if you really were “the love of his life”, as stated in the song. You both were still so young and how could he be certain, because you still had a bunch of years ahead of you and a thousand miles to go. Unable to think about anything else, he got straight to dancing in order to get all of his emotions out.

(IMPORTANT A/N) This scenario is based on Justin Timberlake’s song “Mirrors” (a song that has been my guilty pleasure ever since it came out). I was casually listening to it and, for some reason, I imagined Zelo dancing the second part/extended ending part of the song, and it seemed so aesthetically pleasing to me that I decided to write this. You don’t really have to know the song, all of the needed lyrics will be quoted, but, just saying, Zelo dancing to that was such a cool and vivid image in my head.

He glanced at his phone, sweat pouring down his face as he stood there in the practice room, breathing heavily from all the dancing he’s done up till now. Everyone had gone on break, so he was the only one in the room, left to stare at his reflection in the gigantic mirrors as he shuffled from song to song on his phone that was connected to the speakers and let his body move just as it desired to the different tunes and rhythms. Although his body screamed out for some much needed rest, his lungs setting more and more on fire with every sharp breath he took and his spins becoming sloppier and sloppier every time, he clenched his teeth together and kept going, as he knew this was the only time of the day when he could properly dance. As the song came to and end, his tall frame stopped moving and stood there, his head hung down low, looking at the ground. He took off his cap and gently let his fingers slip through his wet hair as he slowly made his way to disconnect the phone from the speakers. Seconds later his back hit the cold wall behind him, and he slid down to sit on the floor, his hands tightly clenched onto the phone and his fingers tapping away to find your name in the contacts list.

“Choi Junhong, you’re such a mystery. I can call you and text you at literally any time of the day and you’ll never respond. Instead you’ll just video call me when I least expect it,” he smiled at his screen as he saw your gorgeous face pop up on it, greeting him the same way you always did. “Hey, you know I always call you whenever I have a little bit of free time, so don’t complain,” he laughed at the screen and so did you. “I’m not complaining, as long as you call me at all, any time of the day, I’m happy,” you told him, genuinely meaning every word you said, making Junhong slightly blush at your boldness, but not too much. Just enough for nobody except of you to notice. “I’m coming over tonight, that is, if you don’t mind,” he said, slightly tilting his head and putting his cap back on, leaning his head back against the wall after he did so. “Sure thing, except I’m not sure if I’ll be done with studying until then. Or if I’ll be done with dinner…” “No worries about that,” he told you, almost cutting you off, “I won’t come over too early though, as we still have a bunch of plans for the day here, and, looking at our very slow pace, we probably won’t get done here anytime soon, with Yongguk hyung constantly vanishing somewhere, Himchan hyung always complaining about the choreo and Youngjae hyung screaming until all of our ears start bleeding,” you chuckled at his explanation of how his day had been so far, and for a second in all seriousness wished that your life was at least half as exciting as his, instead of just being filled with a bunch of assignments and worksheet deadline dates. “Oh, and don’t worry about dinner either, I’ll just get takeout,” he snapped you out of your thoughts, and you happily nodded, a little bit relieved that he spared you the cooking today. “Thanks, babe-” “Ooh, I think the hyungs are coming,” Junhong’s head snapped at the direction of the door when he heard footsteps approaching, “sorry that this was a short one.” “It’s fine, babe. Don’t overwork yourself will ya? See you soon, bye,” you gently blew a kiss at the camera, and he cutely acted as if he caught it and put it on his cheek, waving at you a second later and ending the call when the door creaked open and Daehyun and Jongup walked into the room, or so you thought at least, as it was hard to tell apart the member’s voices through the phone. The day flew by in seconds, and even with all the previously mentioned issues Junhong and the guys managed to wrap up practice earlier than expected. Junhong, as promised, got both of you takeout, and on the way to your apartment grabbed Mochii along for a little adventure. If there was one thing that could boost your mood faster than Junhong’s presence, it was Mochii, and Junhong wasn’t even mad. He just had to admit that he had not only the cutest girlfriend in the world, but also the coolest little doggo. He greeted you with a kiss, picking you up and letting your legs wrap around him as it was mission impossible for both of you to gracefully kiss just standing there, all because of his close to abnormal height. He brushed a few strands of your hair that were falling in your eyes out of the way as he gently cupped your face with one hand, firmly holding you so you wouldn’t fall down with the other, while your own hands were loosely wrapped around his neck. Mochii was barking and being an annoying little bundle of joy, signaling for both of you to stop and give him some much needed attention, and as you broke the kiss, laughing at each other’s face about this nice and homey atmosphere you were currently in, that’s exactly what you did. Soon enough, all of your assignments were done, and you and Junhong were casually lying on the couch, tangled up in blankets and each other, with Mochii joining both of you every now and then. Enjoying some takeout, TV shows and casual discussions, you spent a good few hours like that. Soon you noticed the TV was distracting you from conversation, so instead you put on a YouTube playlist of old and new pop songs just for background noise. “Oh, do you know this song?” you said completely out of the blue after a moment of complete silence when both of you had already almost fallen asleep because of how tired you were. “Hmm? I’m sorry, I don’t think so,” he told you, curious about the song now because it had instantly attracted your full attention. “Oh, what a shame. I love this song so much,” you told him, snuggling a bit closer to him. At this point it was more than obvious that you both were sleeping tangled up on the couch like this tonight. “It’s feels weirdly familiar in some way, but I don’t think I’ve ever heard it,” Junhong scratched the back of his head, trying to think of how old this tune was, and where it even came from. “It’s a song called "Mirrors” by Justin Timberlake,“ you let him know, quietly mumbling so that you could still properly hear the music, "and for some reason I’ve been clinging on to it ever since it came out. Just hits close to the heart, you know?” you felt him place a tiny kiss at the top of your head, and you smiled. “Was it a personal thing?” he questioned. “Not really, but I’ve always hoped it would be someday,” he felt by the tone of your voice that you were drifting off to sleep, so he didn’t question you anymore, listening to the song instead and letting you fall asleep in his arms as he gently stroked your side and stared off into the distance. The more he listened to it, the more he payed attention to the lyrics. Usually these types of lyrics seemed rather cheesy to him, but in this case he thought it was so well-worded and simple but sweet. He listened to the whole eight minute track without a single thought in mind other than how genuinely sweet and true the lyrics sounded, he seemed completely zoned out, just staring off into the distance and blinking a lot. When the song ended, he quietly paused the playlist and turned off all working devices, feeling that he needed to sleep, but instead of closing his eyes he laid there, looking at your sleepy face, his mind racing from what he had just heard.

No song up until now has made him think so much, and he even wished a little bit that he would’ve never heard it. The next day came around the corner soon enough, and you were forced to part ways with Junhong for a longer period of time yet again. Dance practice was on the schedule again, and this time it took much longer than the previous day, because Junhong was unable to concentrate. “You sure you’re alright?” Himchan placed a hand on Junhong’s shoulder at some point, and even though he was more annoying than helpful at most times, Junhong was glad he had a hyung who was worrying about him and checking if he was fine. “Yeah, it’s nothing, I’m just thinking about… Some things,” he answered as he walked off, letting Himchan’s hand slide off of his shoulder. Practice soon continued, and all Junhong wanted was for it to end as soon as possible. “Can you leave me the door key, please?” he told Yongguk after everything was wrapped up, and, after receiving a questioning look but no commentary at all (in classic Bang leader fashion), the key was tossed in Junhong’s direction. “Just don’t forget to lock the door when you leave,” Yongguk, who, besides Junhong, was the last person left in the room, stepped into the halfway and closed the door behind him. Phone connected to the speakers just like every previous day, Junhong sat on the floor, legs crossed and phone in hands. “Mirrors” was playing now, and he was careful enough to capture every sentence, every line, and clinge on to it. Why was it that he thought of you and only you upon hearing it? “Cause I don’t wanna lose you now, I’m looking right at the other half of me, The vacancy that sat in my heart is a space that now you hold. Show me how to fight for now, and I’ll tell you, baby, It was easy coming back here to you once I figured it out, You were right here all along...” It all felt so weirdly familiar to Junhong, even to the point that it freaked him out a little. But he couldn’t keep his mind from always trailing back to you, just as if he was a lost wanderer and you were the only true path leading back home. So he sat there and let himself think it all out. ”It’s like you’re my mirror, my mirror staring back at me, I couldn’t get any bigger with anyone else beside me, And now it’s clear as this promise that we’re making, two reflections into one, ’Cause it’s like your my mirror, my mirror staring back at me...” He was young, and you were too. All he’s ever known in life was how to perform and put on an amazing show, but, as adulthood slowly creeped up to him, he realized how not ready he was for it. He realized how many things he didn’t know absolutely anything about. He realized how he could rap 10.8 syllables per second, but couldn’t do some of the simplest daily tasks in life. He remembered how you, the total opposite of him, were able to survive on your own at such a young age, still being a grade A+ university student in the mean time. He recalled how you never made fun of him for not being able to, for let’s say, cook, or work some basic household appliances, instead just always helping him. He remembered how intimidated he felt by your intelligence whenever you talked about your uni work with him, and he remembered how amazed but intimidated as well you felt whenever you saw him rap and dance, instantly feeling like you didn’t deserve to be with him simply because you couldn’t do any of that. The fact that you balanced each other out so well made you two such a perfect match. Being good at many things, but each of you being good at different types of things. Despite being quite the opposite, you were his reflection, just as special and talented but sometimes sad and lost as he was when his busy life schedule got to him. Whenever he extended hid hand, you were like his mirror reflection, touching it from the other side of the glass every single time, without exception, and always being there for him. He really couldn’t get any bigger with anyone else besides of him other than you, or so he thought, as your constant presence, affection, care and encouragement was his fuel, and he needed a lot of that to power his engine in the form of a heart. As the music seemingly died down and he was about to turn it off, it suddenly continued, with one simple phrase being the base for the last few minutes of this track. “You are, you are the love of my life…” Were you? He was young, and so were you. Was it too soon to assume that he had already found the love of his life? And was he the love of your life? What would the older generations have to say about this? Hell, what would the guys think about this, if Junhong, just completely out of the blue, exclaimed “(Y/N) is the love of my life!” at some point? Especially someone like Yongguk. Would he start putting some sense into Junhong’s head as to that a lot could change even in the next few years to count and that he shouldn’t put his hopes up too high, or would he agree because he saw the way Junhong and you treated each other? “I’m still such a lost kid…” Junhong quietly whispered, hiding his face in his hand and slowly typing up a message. “How do you know if someone is the love of your life?” he quickly hit the send button without thinking about it for too long, otherwise he might change his mind and just sit there, completely lost. “Do I look like Yahoo to you?” the slowest man in Korea answered relatively fast, and surprised Junhong with his sudden and almost always absent savageness as well. But the main thing was that he wasn’t asking questions about why Junhong wanted to know the answer to such questions, and that calmed him down and made him less embarrassed for acting like an emotional teenager all over again. “You’re like 200 years old, at least mentally, so I figured you should know,” Junhong typed up quickly, still hoping to get a least some type of more or less inspirational response, and noticing how informal and maybe slightly rude that message sounded, especially when he realized that he had just sent it to his oldest and strictest hyung. “You never know, that’s the point,” Yongguk’s message interrupted Junhong’s worries about coming off as rude, and he was left staring down at his phone screen again. “Not until you have lived that whole lifetime that you are talking about with them, or at least the biggest part of it,” he added after a while, making Junhong’s heart ache a little. “So what you’re telling me is that I won’t be able to call anyone “the love of my life” until my death day?“ "Well, only technically. But don’t let that hold you back from calling someone that way if you really feel like it. Just, instead of a statement, let it be an assumption up until you’ll be a 100% sure than not only you see them that way, but they also see you the same way. Let it be a lucky guess,” this was probably the longest text message Junhong has ever received from Bang, but he smiled down on his phone, being more than aware that his hyung was trying to help as much as he could, not asking additional questions and answering all of the given ones, simply because he as well, just like everyone else, used to be very young and very lost at some point. Replying with at least a “thanks, hyung” seemed like the right thing to do, but Junhong’s mind was wandering places as he put the song back on from the very start and got back up on his feet. Feeling the need to set up a camera to record himself, instead of setting up one he set up a total of three, so he would be captured from a few different angles and perspectives, and started dancing. Not that he was usually aware of what he was doing, he never knew exactly what the dance would turn out like when he just put on some type of music and started jamming away to it, but this time it felt different. He wasn’t dancing for his own entertainment, and he wasn’t dancing in order to learn or create a choreography for the sake of his group or the fans. This was new, as he wasn’t dancing as B.A.P’s talented rap&dance machine and maknae Zelo, but as Choi Junhong, a barely-adult with tons of stress, self-hatred and the never leaving feeling of being lost (that you mended to the point he felt none of it every time you interacted with him) up his sleeves. ”Yesterday is history, tomorrow’s a mystery, I can see you looking back at me, keep your eyes on me, Baby keep your eyes on me... “ He danced with you in his mind, his signature footwork being more than on point, and his spins as fast and sharp as ever, simply ‘cause he knew he needed to do his best, because you would be watching. Every now and then, snapping back to reality and losing track of what he had in mind for the next few seconds of the song, he glanced at one of the cameras. Knowing that he was recording this for you, he allowed his stare to go right through the lens, telling you that he felt every single word mentioned in the lyrics, and that you were the person he felt that way forwards to. ”Now you’re the inspiration for this precious song, And I just wanna see your face light up since you put me on So now I say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone And I can't wait wait wait wait wait to get you home..” He did it over and over again countless times, resting before each and single take simply because at the end of the eight minute track he was a complete sweating and heavily breathing mess, with all of the passion he had for both, you and dance, being put out into this performance of his. At some point he had the grip on his emotions at least halfways back, and that is when he decided he was ready to get the final take done. Throwing another shirt on, he got into position, and danced for another eight minutes that the track went on, this time slightly more reserved and not so over the place, rather with an idea of what he wanted to express and how he wanted to do it in mind. He felt his previously well-timed but hectic movements become calmer, and he was satisfied with the way he glided back and forth, spinning like there was no tomorrow. He made sure to express every part of the song, until he got to the fade out into. Feeling confused and without a single clue of what to do, he smiled to himself, because he was back to his clueless, lost and childish state. He stood there, letting his fingers slide through his hair as he chuckled a bit, looking at the camera right after. Maybe this was stupid, who knew? Maybe what he was doing was cheesy, cliché or any other word used for describing things of such kind, but he suddenly recalled the many times you and him sat at home, just chilling, and you were singing along to cheesy love songs, shooting him glances that he could never catch because you turned your head away from him just as soon as you turned it to face him. There wasn’t the need for explanation, as it was simple. Although you were too embarrassed to admit, you were singing for him (and about him), which you both deep down knew. And now, when he’ll get you to watch this recording of him, you’ll know without any explanation as well. You always do. After editing what he had as good as he could and putting the actual track on top of it, Junhong realized it was around 3 AM already, and understanding that he had no point in going back home, he simply crashed out on the couch, feeling tired but satisfied. The next day, when Yongguk entered the practice room first of all the members, he made sure to wake Junhong up before anyone else arrived and could laugh at him or question him. After remembering why he had stayed there and hadn’t gone home, and after recalling all of yesterday’s debates with himself and his overflowing emotions, Junhong’s cheeks turned bright red as felt slightly embarrassed. “So I tried not to pay attention to it, but I gotta admit you got me curious. What is this whole “love of my life” thing about, and why didn’t you go back home yesterday?” Yongguk questioned when he sat down on the couch right next to Junhong and passed him a water bottle. Without any explanation, Junhong shoved his phone into Yongguk’s hands and turned on the video. Eight minutes of silence from Bang Yongguk. What could possibly be more torturous in this world? When the video had ended, and Yongguk still hadn’t moved or expressed any emotion, Junhong started worrying, thinking that it was probably a stupid idea all along. "It’s stupid, isn’t it? Ahh, why did I even think this was a good idea-” “No, it’s good. Gets your point across quite quickly and leaves a long lasting impact as well,” Yongguk surprised Junhong with his words, and, as Yongguk saw his friend’s puzzled facial expression, he felt like he had to add something. “It’s not just for fun and for yourself, it’s for her, right?” he didn’t even say a name because it was more than obvious. Junhong nodded. “I feel like this captures you as a person perfectly, because on the outside you look like an experienced dancer whose freestyle looks more organised than some other dancer’s choreo that they’d been working on for ages. But when you turn to face the camera, it’s more than clear that you’re just acting upon emotion, that emotion clearly being true and pure dedication to someone who means the world to you, and someone who you dedicate all of those lyrics to. Even if you’re not singing the words, your dancing is enough,” he said, giving Junhong a little slap to the chest as he got up. “Be right back,” Yongguk said as he stood up and walked off, leaving Junhong alone in the room again. A few minutes passed. “Here goes nothing,” Junhong exclaimed to himself as he found your name in the contacts list again, and sent you off the video, attaching a little note that said “I’ll try to get a free evening today so I can take you out for dinner. I’ll pick you up at eight, please watch this shortly before then” to it. Minutes passed, and he got a reply, from you. “Yessir, will do as told!” he read quietly and chuckled a little. You were so precious after all. Practice passed, today much faster and much more productive than yesterday. Youngjae stopped screaming all the time (only reason behind that being his sore throat though), and Yongguk wasn’t allowed to leave the room half the time he wanted to do so. Himchan’s never looked so invested in learning and training to properly do a choreo, and Junhong smiled at the thought of his hyungs liking the thing he and Jongup had come up with. He’d almost forgotten about the video, but as he glanced over to the clock and saw it was already six, he excused himself from the rest of practice to be able to go home so he could get changed and drive to pick you up on time. And of course, he started stressing about the dance again in the middle of all of this. The walk from his car to your first floor apartment was one of the most painfully nervous moments in his life, but all changed as you opened the door and looked up at him, eyes full with love, excitement and surprise. “So “Mirrors”, hmm?” you told him as you got on your tippy toes in order to wrap your arms around his neck. He saw you struggling, and since picking you up like last time wasn’t a good idea because you were wearing a dress, he stepped inside your apartment and closed the door behind him first, taking you by the waist and carefully lifting you up and seating you on top of the commode that was standing just a few meters away from the front door and was high enough so your faces were almost on the same level when you were sitting on it. Your arms never left their original place, and his arms wrapped around you right after he had put you down. “I have to admit I fell in love with that song just as quickly as I fell in love with you back then,” he told you, making you slightly blush. “With the love of your life?” you asked curiously, being a little selfish and wanting to hear it from him first. He sighed, but it wasn’t one of those unsure or tired sighs, because a smile formed right after.

“With the love of my life,” he said, pinning his forehead against yours.

“And I thought I was the only one in this relationship who felt that way,” you told him, feeling better than ever because of the happy aura that surrounded both of you.

“Baby, we still have such a long way to go, but let’s try our hardest to walk it off together,” your caressed his cheek as you tilted your head a little. Next thing you know, a small nod followed, and a kiss right after.

There were very few times Yongguk hyung was wrong, but this was one of them, Junhong was sure of it. Other people might have it harder with their love lives, but he had his sorted out the moment he made you his. His one and only. It was never too soon or too late to give this meaningful title away to someone, as long as you truly felt that way about them. And the fact that you both had just confessed and committed to each other for a whole lifetime, although maybe just because you were both being fueled by your youth and need to settle decisions as quickly as possible, made him wrap his hands tighter around you and move his lips slower and longer against yours.

“You are, you are the love of my life..”

It kept playing in his head. And in your head you could see the vivid image of him standing in front of the camera and smiling, not knowing what else he could possibly do. You were young, but you knew for sure that this was it. Both of you knew.

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