#Twelve Percent Beer Project

[boyfhee]

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﹙10097﹚ SYNOPSIS . . . the dating scene sucks, especially when the only person you want to be with is your roommate.

꣑୧ GENRE . . . roommate au, 'i hate them but they're hot' kind of energy

꣑୧ WARNINGS . . . profanities, drinking i mean lots of drinking we need alcohol shortage here, sunghoon smokes, mentions of one night stands, one very suggestive make out scene in the fourth section, undertones of cheating but not from sunghoon or reader, implications of sex although it's very light

꣑୧ NOTES . . . hi ( _ _; ) drowning in nervousness as i'm posting this. it's my first long fic after months ... i think the last one was in may or june 23 ... so please be nice >< don't know why but this didn't turn out how i wanted it to and it's definitely not one of my proudest works, but i hope u guys like it nonetheless huhu TT happy reading and please rb and drop feedback, it's highly appreciated ^_^

001. WHERE THERE’S HEAVEN THERE’S HELL

sunghoon is spiralling again. 

a part of it is because of the endless assignments from classes, but that’s no news. he knows it’s his fault for procrastinating and waiting till two days before the due date to even think about working on them— unlike jake who somehow attends classes probably four times a week and is seen in the football fields instead, and still manages to be the first one to submit his essays. it’s admirable, annoying at most. when he sat down to do his sports science project three days before it was due, sunghoon realised why his professor gave them two months to finish it. 

but realising your mistakes and working on them to be a better version of yourself are two different things.

for one, sunghoon believes those assignments are useless. no one cares about the impact of sports on society, maybe except heeseung and jake but again, in sunghoon’s mind, those two are never important. second, he’s too perfect to be working on himself. sunghoon is the best version of himself. he was born the day his uncle died, and his dad inherited the entire chain of restaurants his family owns across the country. he’s too amazing to be worrying about getting a degree he can buy— he thinks the university should be honoured he’s choosing to study— but that’s simply because his mother doesn’t want him to turn out like his sister. 

back to the matter at hand— as he puts the beer can on the table and sits back on the couch, his eyes travel to the door yet again. seventh time in just a minute, he’s keeping a record of how you make him wait. 

if there’s one thing he hates is being irresponsible ( coming from the great king of irresponsibility himself. ) you said you’d be back by twelve, and it’s half past one in night and not a soul knows your whereabouts. thirteen texts, seven missed calls, his phone is at forty-one percent and sunghoon is at his limit. if it wasn’t for your mom he wouldn’t give two flying fucks about where you are and how you’ve been.

sunghoon is actually surprisingly obedient and well-mannered, as opposed to the popular belief. he gave you and your mother the whole tour of the apartment the day you moved in. even made some coffee which isn’t much but your mother had loved him. he could see it in the way she looked at him with those sweet eyes, holding his hands as if he was her own son, and asking him to look after you. 

‘please take care of my daughter,’ sunghoon thought he was getting married. instead of a wedding bell there were warning sirens going off. to this day he doesn’t know why she asked him that, minutes after she saw a dead cactus in the balcony that he killed by overwatering. he couldn’t even say no to her and just nodded, looking over at you briefly and noticing how you look like you were a bit embarrassed. sunghoon doesn’t know why he’s so serious about ‘taking care’ of you. he thought it would be easy, but you had to be devil’s favourite spawn and sunghoon happens to be your target.

however, he can’t take this anymore. he has a morning class and waiting till two am while drinking beer has done more damage to sunghoon than it should. he gets up from the couch with a sigh, leaving the empty cans unattended for a night as he makes a mental note to clean tomorrow. it isn’t until a click from the door stops him in his tracks. 

“i’m back,” your voice is quiet, a yawn following immediately after your words as you look down while taking off your shoes. you’ve been drinking again, sunghoon can tell it from a mile away. 

“you’re late,” he speaks over the silence, hands on his torso as he’s giving you those squinted eyes and doubtful looks. if sunghoon didn’t know any better, he would assume you fucked someone at the club with how messy you look at the moment.

“yeah well, we had to take gigi to the hospital,” your lazy voice isn’t much louder than a whisper. you stumble towards your room, a hiccup followed soon after by the same quiet and slurred tone. “she ate something weird,”

he huffs at your words, knowing it would very well be just another excuse. “you could’ve at least texted,”

“my phone died,”

“i’m sure your friends would be happy to lend you their phone,” he pauses when he feels himself getting a bit annoyed. a soft sigh falls off his lips as he looks down at the tiled floor before looking up and speaking in a much calmer voice. “i’m just saying it’s not exactly safe to be out alone on the streets this late at night,”

“i wasn’t alone,” that piques his interest. “jay drove me back,”

and sunghoon felt his whole world stop. “jay?”

“yeah, jay, park jongseong,” your voice is surprisingly sweet when you take his name and it bothers sunghoon for some reason. his face scrunches up when you bite back a smile, hoping it’s the alcohol not because of what he thinks it is. “he’s nicer than i thought,”

sunghoon is not unfamiliar with the name park jongseong.

he hears it every day on and off the campus, more often than he likes. first things first, he’s just as popular as jake, for being american, which brings sunghoon to the question— why in the world would he leave america to study in korea when jay could have attended one of the ivy leagues with his face and money?

and the second and more important question, why in the world is park jongseong dropping you home at two in the night?

sunghoon only watches you in disbelief and astonishment as you stumble to your room, mumbling something incoherently. your words ring in his ear like sirens. ‘he is better than you’ jay is better than sunghoon. he scoffs almost offensively in your direction. that has to be the biggest lie of the twenty-first century.

he follows you to your room, reaching out to grab your arms when you almost trip but you manage to balance yourself. he opens the door and turns on the lights for you. “why were you with him to begin with?”

“oh, you don’t know?” and you turn around with eyes wide open as he shakes his head like a deer in the headlight. “he asked me out,” 

sunghoon didn’t get a single ounce of sleep last night. 

it’s your fault, clearly. had you been back earlier on the time, nothing would’ve happened. and jay— sunghoon sights at the thought of him, eyes narrowing as he grits on his pen as if he’s going to break it into two. 

“dude, are you hungry?” jake pokes sunghoon by his shoulder, dragging the latter out of his trail of thoughts. 

“what?” sunghoon shoots a blank look, one that makes his friend sigh in concern. afterall, it’s not everyday he sees sunghoon chewing on a pen. “i’m not,”

“you’ve been out of it since the morning,”

and sunghoon has been out of it since jay’s name fell from your lips. 

he’s not your friend, definitely not the first guy you’ve called by his name after sunghoon. but something doesn’t sit right. even after tossing and turning in bed for the whole night, he can’t figure out what bothers him more— the fact you said jay is better than him, or the fact that he asked you out on a date.

it’s the first one, he convinces himself. who you date is none of his business, he can’t be arsed enough to care about your love life or relationship status. ( although, he does care a little because he’s nosy. ) what bothers him more is that jay is, to put it in simple words, a player. all that face and no empathy for emotions is a waste, and to think you don’t know this— or maybe you do and yet still chose to go out with him, is beyond sunghoon’s comprehension. 

“what do you think about jay?” he asks abruptly, catching jake’s attention, looking at him a little too intently for an answer. 

“he’s a nice guy,” a casual reply before he gets back to his assignment before jake looks back at sunghoon with newly found interest. “he turned in my spanish essay last week, oh and drove me back from the bar a few days ago after you ditched me. why?”

sunghoon simply shakes his head, getting back to his books even though his focus is nowhere near studies. at this point, he doesn’t know if it’s jay distracting him or you. even your words keep playing over and over again in the back of his head. jay and nice in the same sentence doesn’t seem fit. sure, he helps his friends and drops his girl back home, but that’s only three days before there’s a new girl in his arms. 

002. RUNNING OUT OF SANITY

sunghoon doesn’t hear the door click open when you come back from your classes, too busy in the balcony while humming a tune that you recognise immediately. you take off your shoes, noticing how he taps his foot along with the melody, and it’s quiet in the apartment, apart from the sound of traffic and wind rustling through the trees around.

“i don’t like people who smoke,” smoking is not on your list of likes, but you find yourself next to sunghoon whenever he’s with a cigarette. just like now, when you return from yet another one of your dates— or meet-ups as you prefer to call it right now— with jay. it wasn’t really planned. you bumped into him after classes and he was on his way back home, so you asked him for a coffee. 

he almost jumps at your sudden voice but manages to compose himself, scowing at the distaste in your expression before scoffing, the cigarette still dancing between his lips. “good think, i’m not looking forward to be liked by you,”

he studies the frown on your face, glares as if your eyes are shooting daggers in his direction. it’s amusing to him how easy it is to get on your nerves. he leans against the metal railings, hair falling over his forehead. his eyes stay on your for a few seconds before he holds the cigarette between his index and middle finger, putting it away from his mouth and blowing out the smoke in your directions. he laughs mockingly when you step back, fanning out the smoke with your hands, cursing under your breath.

“are you crazy?!” you exclaim in annoyance, coughing slightly at his poor attempt at entertainment. your frown deepens when he mumbles a quiet apology although not meaning it, from the looks of it, and lifts the cigarette back to his lips. 

“you’re back early,” he states casually, tapping the cigarette butt and watching the ash fall down from the balcony before a taunting chortle falls off his lips. “did jay dump your ass or something?”

your nose scrunches up at his actions, although mostly at the tobacco you can still smell in your air. you look down at the road, watching a mercedes passing by. “no, he had to go somewhere so he left early,”

“i knew it! he’s good for nothing,” and he drops the cigarette to the floor, crushing it with his foot even though at the back of his mind, he knows you’re going to yell at him for cleaning that up. “what kind of guy can’t even spend time with his girlfriend?”

“we’re not dating,”

“that’s worse!” he emphasises, and a pause follows as he looks at you with a confused expression. “wait— didn’t you say he asked you out?”

“he did, but he said he wants to wait until exams are over,” there’s a hint of displeasure in your voice. his eyes travel down to your fingers, especially the ring you’re fiddling with before they’re back on your face when you speak again. “we just decided to hang out,”

he practically scoffs at your words, quite literally in disbelief. a knowing sigh comes out of his mouth as he stands straight, this time standing with his back against the railing, feeling the cold metal though his thin white t-shirt. a part of him wants to laugh at your stupidity and point at how naive you are, while another part of him wants to find jay and beat him to pulp. he doesn’t know why there’s anger pooling in his stomach at the mere thought of jay just messing around with you. 

“what a sick bastard,” he huffs with a tincture of annoyance in his tone. “how much do you want to bet he’s playing with you?”

“you’re the one who’s sick,” and even though it clicks with him that you’re referring to a few minutes earlier when he smoked all in your face, sunghoon still frowns when you call him sick. “he’s just prioritising his studies, there’s nothing wrong with that. at least he doesn’t smoke while being all up my face,”

you two just bask in silence after that.

he doesn’t have much to say— actually he does, but he doesn’t know how to put it in a decent, coherent way. of course, your reaction won’t be the most pleasant if he told you he wants to punch jay’s good for nothing handsome face. he wonders what you’re thinking when he looks over at you. you seem happy whenever you talk about your supposed ‘future boyfriend,’ yet it’s evident that you’re upset. he likes to think you’re having your doubts too. it's reassuring to him for some reason— because that’s good for you, of course. if you’re upset, you have your doubts, and if you have your doubts you might not fall victim to whatever sick game jay is playing. 

“oh, actually, he doesn’t smoke,” but then you speak in a matter-of-fact way, as if comparing him to jay before giving him a mocking smile. “he’s better than you,”

those words ring in his mind for a good while. 

you go back inside and he hears you shut the door to your room as an annoyed sigh falls off his lips. hearing that jay is nice from jake was another thing, but hearing to say he’s better than him leaves a bitter taste on his tongue. and he doesn’t know why he’s feeling this way, these little changes in how he usually is, it’s new. it’s frustrating him out. 

it isn’t until his phone vibrates that he’s dragged out of his ocean of thoughts. his brows furrow when he notices the time, having realised that he basically wasted the entire noon even though he didn’t attend classes after giving heeseung an excuse that he’s sick. his eyes squint at the sender, and then a groan escaping his lips when he opens to read it. 

noh chaeun  4:15pm hoon! my last two classes have been cancelled are you up for some coffee?

sunghoon doesn’t reply, rather leaving his classmate’s messages on seen, too bothered by his inner turmoil to spend time with her. it’s not like him to be this way, to be so bothered over something that doesn’t concern him. you’re definitely not someone so significant and jay is definitely not the first guy you’re with. in fact, he has seen you kiss that guy from one of your classes— as much as he hates to recall that incident now— and had sneaked up to tell your mother about it over the phone when she had called you.

you’ve never had a serious relationship, not after meeting him. in his head, you always came back to him and he’d be lying if he hadn’t joked about it with his friends during the initial few weeks after you had moved in. when he had mentioned to jake that you’re pretty and his friend had teased him a few days later, saying his ‘crush’ was with this other guy, sunghoon, did in fact, say he doesn’t care because you always come back to him; or rather his apartment, actually, but whatever fits the joke. 

that day, he had a good laugh out of it and the joke died back then itself, more so after he started complaining about you to his friends. your habits, your actions, the things you say that tick him off, your quirky and quick remarks— everything. perhaps, even about your habit of arriving late on weekends from parties and ruining his sleep because you forget the key most of the time, so he has to wake up and open the door for you, but not guys, never guys. 

it hurts his head to even try and figure it out, to find the reasoning behind the pang in his chest every time you mention jay. he likes to think it’s just harmless competition although for no reason, even though both of them have done plenty of things to piss each other off just for the fun of it. sunghoon thinks he can live with it and walks back inside to the living room, until he sees you walking out of your room on phone with someone, the name of he who shall be mentioned rolling off your tongue again, and he finally pulls out his phone with a frustrated sigh. 

sunghoon  4:21pm sure, i’ll pick you up in ten

“actually, my mom wants to invite your family over for dinner this weekend,” the girl in front of him speaks with a smile after muttering a quiet thank you to the waiter after he gets their order. “she’s very grateful  for the donation your dad made for our art gallery and wants to thank properly,”

“talk to my parents, then,” it’s a simple reply, too bland and forced for her liking.

sunghoon hasn’t spared her a single look in the past ten minutes that they’ve been sitting together at the table. firstly, he doesn’t know why he drove to a restaurant when she asked for a coffee. it’s not even close to dinner time, and the awkward yet sweet smile on her face didn’t make it better for him, so he ordered starters and drinks to drag their little impromptu dinner out. 

“sunghoon, to be honest,” chaeun tries to strike up a conversation again, despite the constant lack of effort from his side. “i want you—”

“hey, isn’t that jongseong?” and he cuts her off immediately, finger pointing outside the glass panes beside them as he stares in the direction behind her with brows knit together in shock. “who’s that with her?”

“jongseong?” she repeats the name before turning her head, forming an ‘o’ when she spots a familiar figure through the multitude on the streets. “ah, that’s myung jihye. she has been pursuing him for a while. i guess he finally agreed,”

“they’re dating?!” his voice is full of surprise and disbelief unlike hers, so seemed to be happy for the girl instead. he stares outside with a heavy silence as the couple disappears between the crowd before looking at the girl in front of him.

“oh, i wouldn’t say that…i don’t know but it’s possible they are.” it doesn’t miss her attention how sunghoon’s fingers tighten around the fork. “everybody in our major knows jihye has crush on him and they’re probably a thing by now,”

and he wishes you were here with him right now so that he could show you the true colours of the dear guy you’ve been going out with, the one who’s supposedly ‘better’ than him. he wants you to realise that his words weren’t false and he isn’t sick, after all, and if you’d cry, he would be down to tell you it’s not the end of the world. that there are a hundred other guys better than jay, ones who won’t even breathe in front of another woman, who’d treat you better— hell, i can treat you better if you ever give me a chance— and then a pause in his train of thoughts.

he looks at chaeun, who’s looking back at him with a perplexed look and her own set of questions. his mind replays those words yet again, and he screams internally.

what the heck?!

surprisingly enough, sunghoon has been thinking about jay for the whole evening now, obviously not in a good way. his eyes keep travelling to the knife stand on the kitchen island occasionally and every single time, he has to convince himself that murder is not the right answer to anything. 

for some reason, he can’t stop imagining your smiles while on date with jay. not that he has ever seen those— wish i could— as he slaps himself out of his state of mind yet again. not only that man is playing with you but on jihye who’s apparently his girlfriend? he lets out the ugliest scoff known to mankind, because in sunghoon’s head, jay is a sick joke made by biology.

he waits for you to return from your shopping spree for about an hour, having beer as a company. he tries to stay awake although his eyes get droopy, and then every ounce of sleep leaves his body when he hears the door unlock. 

“yn,” he practically jumps out of the couch, it almost scares you. he accidentally bumps into the living room table on the way, knocking an empty can of beer to the floor but too busy to bother picking it up. “i have to tell—” his eyes go down to the eleven shopping bags in your hands, as he counts them. “— wait, what did you shop so much for?” 

“oh, i have to attend a family wedding next month,” his chest feels warm when he sees you smiling and looking so excited, and it’s making him go crazy on the inside because he doesn’t know what is happening to him. for some reason, he starts imagining you in a gown, like the one you wore for the fresher’s party, but then he forces his mind to get back to the point. “i’m thinking of asking jay to be my date,”

and his heart drops down to his stomach.

this has to be a fucking joke, and he tells himself. for a split second, he thinks he didn’t hear you properly. maybe you said jake because, well, jake did tweet a ‘date for rent’ form five months ago when he needed money to buy tickets for a post malone concert that cost more than his gentle monster glasses ( not that he got any money but at least they got a good laugh out of it. ) 

you remove your shoes and put the shopping bags on the couch before sitting down as well, letting out a heavy sigh. “you look like you saw a ghost,”

“a ghost would’ve been better,” he catches you looking at him when he mumbles under his breath, sort of grateful you didn’t hear him before sunghoon would rather not have another argument with you over how jay is not only a bad choice, he’s the worst choice. 

he looks over at you when you pull out your phone, fingers fluttering over the screen as you text someone with a giddy smile. he considers telling you what he had seen earlier, but god, he loved to see you smile like that. the way you press your lips together to suppress a grin, looking ever so happy as if you have won a lottery. he doesn’t think you’ve ever smiled like that at him, and it aggravates him even more when he realises that you probably smile like that every time you see jay. 

jay is getting everything he isn’t deserving of, and it pisses sunghoon off down to his bones. 

but again, he can’t bring himself to tell you the truth. you look too happy for your own good, it pains him physically to even imagine your reaction when you’ll come to know the truth. and then he pulls himself together, telling himself that it is your fault in the first place to trust someone like jay and ignore the warning signs he was giving you. 

in the end, he leaves without having any further conversations with you, going to bed two hours earlier than usual even though he knows he isn’t going to get any sleep. sunghoon is convinced he’s losing his mind, faster than a day ago actually. he lets out a frustrated groan and covers himself with his blanket, hoping to catch some sleep. 

it’s going to be yet another long day tomorrow.

003. A CHANGE OF STANCE

sunghoon thinks you’re hot.

what the fuck?

“i asked something,” you remind, pulling him out of his trail of thoughts and he flinches slightly, making your brows furrow in confusion. “how do i look?”

“huh— what? oh,” he takes in your appearance again. hair down, make up done— you’re wearing your favourite lip tint? and the best dress he has seen you in so far, looking so mind blowing it actually blows his mind and short circuits his brain. 

even your favourite lip tint … sunghoon doesn’t know why he’s looking at your lips in the first place but little does he know he’s fucked. 

absolutely. completely. fucked.

nonetheless, he manages to compose himself, clearing his throat and sitting up ever so elegantly on the couch, legs crossed, the magazine still in his hands. “you look…t-terrific,” 

you can’t help but get even more confused at his words, wondering if it was a bad idea to even ask him for his opinion, even though you play along. “like in a good way or a bad way?”

“in a terrific way,” he blurts out, eyes wide open as panic settles in slowly inside his stomach, and he’s stuttering, shocked, surprised, fucked, again. “you look terrific in a terrific way…so terrifically terrific in the most terrific way possible,” 

“are you high?” 

well, he would say he is! never in the two years that he has known you did sunghoon think he’d find himself floored, figuratively, and speechless, literally, at the sight of you. and he’s not saying you look bad on other days. you look good, in fact. good as in plain and presentable, but never in a good good way and definitely not in a hot way, of course. 

“anyway, i’m going out. receive my parcel for me if it arrives,” you move to put on your shoes, taking a few seconds to pick between the two you think would suit your outfit. for a moment, you consider asking him to help you choose— as you look at him up and down peripherally, and he looks terrified. and you shrug it off, grabbing one of your loafers.

“where are you going?” he asks after a good minute of silence, sounding calmer than earlier as he gets off the couch and walks up to you. his nose scrunches up in disapproval as your hands move to one of your jimmy choos for a brief second, before you decide to go back to your initial pick.

“date,” he takes a moment to register your words, despite this happening many times.

a date. he scoffs softly, looking away, arms crossed. 

a date, again. sunghoon doesn’t give a fuck. 

“with jay,” you continue, this time with a sweet smile on your face that makes his heart flutter for some reason. maybe, he does give a fuck. 

now, sunghoon should feel bad for his fellow friend of a friend because he’s on a date with you, but instead he wants to snap his neck in two. the name is starting to give him an ick— jay this, jay that. you’re hanging out with jay, having coffee with jay, going on a date with jay, shopping with jay, next would be going to bed with jay— he pauses immediately, shaking his head. he doesn’t really like the sound of that.

“whatever,” he tells himself when you walk out of that door, looking all pretty and excited. he doesn’t know why he’s getting so worked up over a date, that too with someone who— according to sunghoon and chaeun— is dating someone else. he would pay to see you back home all miserable and he would point fingers at you and laugh, saying he told you already while you had your conscience and rationality clogged up with the possibility of getting dicked down. 

but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re on a date with jay fucking park. and you’re looking hot. 

he sighs, slouching back on the couch, looking outside at the bright blue skies and then sighs again. he needs to be lobotomized.

it’s three in the noon and sunghoon is drowning himself in misery and pity. and soju.

a glass after another and then another, along with two empty bottles already on the table. even the owners are giving him a weird look and heeseung can only let him ruin his reputation so much.

“there, there,” the senior takes the half empty bottle of soju from his hand and puts it aside, sighing pitifully at sunghoon. “that’s enough for today. you need to stop drinking,”

“heeseung,” sunghoon looks up at the guy in front of him, looking horribly pitiful, eyes a bit unfocused from the alcohol settling in his system. “do you know yn?”

and heeseung pauses for a few moments, not knowing what prompted him to ask this question. more so when you and heeseung went to the same highschool and even were in the music club. he nods slightly in doubt, raising his glass to his lips. “of course,”

“do you think he’s pretty?”

“of course,”

“do you think she’s hot?”

“of course,” it takes heeseung quite a few seconds to respond and sunghoon sort of wants to punch him in the face for agreeing because he feels a certain way when others find you hot— but he would claim it’s soju giving him heartburns. “why are you even asking this suddenly?”

“she went on a date with jay,” he responds in the most miserable and sullen voice known to mankind. his shoulders practically slouching at the mention of he-who-shall-not-be-mentioned, finger tracing the rim of the glass in front of him with incoherent whines falling off his lips.

“so what?” jake interjects, beckoning the owner for yet another bottle for soju. it was necessary, as heeseung had warned earlier while arriving at the restaurant, considering sunghoon’s impromptu text about wanting to meet up. 

“jake, did you hear what i said? she’s on a date with jay. park. jong. seong,” the youngest spells out every syllable, sitting up straight as he gets defensive. “she thinks he’s madly in love with her or something but she’s wrong! the day i went out with chaeun, i saw him with jihye and guess what? chaeun said everyone knows they’re a thing but apparently, yn doesn’t know this. i’ve told her so many times that he is not worth it but she won’t understand she’s fucking dumb oh my god,”

and…silence.

absolute fucking maddening silence that made sunghoon go even more insane before jake finally decides to speak, albeit in disbelief. 

“that monologue was unnecessary,” the foreigner pours in another glass for the three of them, filling them up completely, knowing this is going in a new direction yet a one that has been anticipated by both him and heeseung. “besides, since when do you care about her?”

“she’s my roommate,”

“you like her,” heeseung exclaims, and silence follows again for a few seconds before sunghoon gasps scandalously, slamming his glass down on the table which turns a few heads in their direction as jake mutters an embarrassed apology for it.

“i don’t,” sunghoon speaks in a voice much calmer than his previous tone, even leaning in towards the table to put emphasis on his words. jake pours himself another glass, scoff at his words while shaking his head mockingly which only pisses him off more.

“i knew this would happen,” heeseung continues, stating it as a matter of fact while nudging jake to pour him a glass as well. “saw this coming from a mile away when you cried over her going on a blind date the last time you got drunk,”

he can’t point out when that must’ve happened, but he doesn’t refute his words, simply letting his eyes travel across the room for a few moments. the frown on his lips deepens when he meets jake’s knowing gaze as he gets defensive once again. “i’m telling you, i don’t like her,”

“you said that about hello kitty but she’s everywhere in your room now,” he turns his phone with the screen up when he feels jake’s eyes on it, or particularly on the hello kitty sticker on his phone cover as the boy nudges him for another glass. “go on, you’ll need it.”

and sunghoon does, drinking more than he usually does thanks to jake filling his glass again and again for the sake of his sob story. the cab drops him in front of his apartment and he stumbles his way to the elevator. the silence sobers him out for some reason as he leans against the walls of the elevator and thinks about you.

perhaps you’re still with jay, sharing smiles and stories, kisses if you’re brave enough. he likes to think you are not, that you would chicken out— it makes him feel better about himself. he imagines you holding hands with him and then shrugs that thought off his mind just as quickly, huffing at the bitter taste it leaves in his mouth as he walks out of the elevator once it reaches his floor.

sunghoon planned to take a shower and sleep, but every thought water downs to nothing when he spots you crouching next to the door with knees pressed up to your chest. he can’t see your face, but he knows you’re sad, and it makes him stop in front of you, his heart accelerating when you look up at him with glistening eyes.

you look miserable.

and sunghoon has no reaction. he’s frozen, hands on his side as he stares at you. he was supposed to laugh at you for your stupidity. but you look so utterly sad and heart broken, god, he wants to punch jay in his throat. yet again, every single thought leaves his mind when his eyes fall back on your face, his hands instinctively opening out to you as he speaks in a voice as soft as a feather.

“let’s go inside,”

004. CANDLELIT 

“he said it was a bet,” you speak over the silence, fiddling with your fingers. you look up at sunghoon— who’s sitting with legs crossed in front of you while you’re curled up in one corner of the couch. “and that he never meant to drag it out for so long but he didn’t know how to tell me,”

“a bet?” he scoffs bitterly, looking away for a fraction of a second before his eyes are back on you. “what an asshole,” 

it’s not the first time sunghoon has said that. in fact, asshole is all and the only word he uses to define jay. you still think it was a stretch, for jay isn’t that bad. sure, he lied to you and played with your feelings— which you will never accept that you had feelings for him because you don’t want to look pathetic— but he wasn’t rude. well, at least he paid for all the three dates you two went on with the locations being some high end restaurants or bakeries. 

on the other hand, sunghoon stares at you in silence. his eyes trace over your sullen face, and then to your fingers. for a second, he considers holding your hands…roommates can do that at least, right? to comfort one another, but then he catches you looking up at him and he averts his gaze to a distant corner. “don’t start crying now!”

“i’m not! i didn’t even like him that much…” and he can’t help but suppress his smile at the pout on your face as you refuse to look at him. it’s adorable, he never thought he would ever say that, but it’s true. your mannerisms are cute, you’re cute, and it’s eating his brain cells.

“is that so? you talked about him like you two were in love or something,”

“stop it!”

he stares at you quietly for a few seconds again. even though you’re being defensive out of embarrassment right now, trying to prove to him that you’re not heartbroken, sunghoon knows you’ll be crying the moment you’re behind the closed doors of your room. on other days, he wouldn’t care so much. not more than giving a few pats on a back and telling you to suck it up despite the concern in his voice. today, however, he feels differently.

you got played. it’s your heart that’s broken. you feel like a fool, and yet sunghoon is sitting in front of you, trying to find words amidst awkwardness and hesitation. his heart feels heavy for you. it’s unfathomable on his part.

he suddenly remembers the day you mentioned that jay is better than him. he almost scoffs at that, again. well, you might harbour feelings for the american guy but at least sunghoon never had you holding back your tears. and he swears it would never come to that, if you ever have feelings for him because sunghoon would be a better boyfriend— and then he comes back to his senses as soon as those words register inside his brain, cheeks heating up at the sudden thought before he clears his throat. 

“do you want ramen?” he manages to change the topic ever so swiftly, getting up from the couch and already walking to the kitchen without waiting for your response. apparently, getting away from you would ease his heartbeat, although hearing your voice has just as much effect on him as your presence or a mere thought of you.

“are you cooking?”

he lets out a breathy laugh at your words, getting two packs of ramen from the shelf. “of course, do you think i’d ask you to cook when you look like you went through a divorce and lost the custodies of all your three kids?” 

you frown at his words, although ending up laughing at them just a second later. it’s hard to not laugh at how silly he is sometimes, if you ignore his annoying tendencies. sunghoon puts the water to boil, fighting back a smile at the sound of your laughter. it’s better than seeing you all sad over a guy who doesn’t deserve you.

you get off the couch as well, making your way to the kitchen, wanting to help him since he listened to your sob story. it’s quiet, and you hear slight rumbling outside as you take a quick look at the weather outside through the windows and then within a few seconds, thunder pierces through the silence hanging in the room. 

sunghoon flinches visibly, freezing in his stance before the sound of heavy rain fills the kitchen. he turns on the electric stove and it blows out. all the lights in the apartment go out, darkness settling in and disturbed just as quickly as the room fills with bright flashes of light, illuminating your face for a short second before it’s dark again.

“wait, i’ll get my phone— oh,” you reach out for the back pocket of your trousers, quickly get your phone and turn it on for the flash light before it powers off. “out of battery,”

he takes a blind step into the darkness when it thunders again and he notices you standing with your arms around yourself when the light surges in the room for a moment again. he hopes you won’t push him away if he puts his arm around you, but then you two bump into each other. a quiet apology finds its way out of your lips, and he can tell you’re flustered. 

“where are the candles?” he asks to distract you from the fact that he’s holding your hand and pulling you aside gently, so you don’t crash into each other again. your hands feel oddly warm in this cold weather, and it only flutters his heart even more.

“second shelf from the right i think,” your voice is interrupted by thunder again and your hands instinctively tighten around his fingers. and then a loud thud follows, causing you to gasp slightly. “are you okay?”

“i can’t fucking see,” his voice is strained, oozing off pain as he lets go off your hands. you open your mouth to speak before he bumps into something again. something falls off the counter, perhaps the spoon by the sound of it and he apologises shortly after. it’s harder to navigate around his own apartment, more than he had imagined.

sunghoon manages to find the candles, setting them on the counter with pure intuition before lighting one of it up with the lighter he always carries around in his pocket. he turns around, almost bumping into you and before he could say anything, he sees you pressed up against one of the counters, face illuminated by the dim candle light. 

you’re close, too close, he’s afraid you can hear his heart going crazy at the proximity. his mind is telling him to step aside but he’s too lost looking in your eyes, ( as you are too ) with you looking so impossibly beautiful under the faint golden glow. 

“is this okay?” he whispers softly and you simply nod, not a word coming out of your mouth as you find yourself entranced by his face. sunghoon has always been aphrodite’s son, as his admirers would call him, and now that you’re seeing him so closely, you’re realising he’s something much more beautiful.

it doesn’t slip your attention how his gaze settles on your lips for a quick second, your body tensing up at the sudden movement. your breath hitches as he leans closer, dipping his head down. your heart is racing while he feels like his heart has stopped— it’s timeless, as he finds himself just a few centimetres away from your lips, not wanting to stop even though he gives you a chance to pull back, whispering softly, “can i?”

you nod. and sunghoon doesn’t waste another second, capturing your lips with his. 

it’s still at first, with your lips only pressed up together for a few seconds. it’s only a few seconds after he pulls back ever so slightly, and then tilts his head to the other side and goes in for another kiss, this time moving his lips slowly against yours. he feels you tense up for a brief while and then melting as you kiss him back, your fingers lacing around his tenderly. you flinch when it thunders again, breaking the kiss, but feeling shivers down your spine as you feel his breath on your lips. 

he takes a few seconds, fingers ghosting up your hands to rest on your waist, tugging you closer as he brushes his lips against yours. “focus on my lips,”

and he kisses you again, this time a bit more firmly, albeit it’s slow and gentle at first, his lips moving against yours in a way that's both comforting and exciting. but as the moments pass, he presses in deeper, more insistently. he lets his body press more firmly against yours, his chest touching yours as his tongue gently teases at the seam of your lips. it was working, the way his lips move against yours, it calms your nerves from the thunder but lights them up again when he nibbles gently on your lower lip, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he continues to kiss you so fervently. 

it takes a passing second for you to realise what you’re doing. it surprises you, however not enough to pull back, or maybe the way his tongue feels against yours stops you from doing so. you’d be lying if you say you hadn’t thought of kissing him before— as early as two days after moving in. and now that you’re actually kissing him, everything feels like a fever dream.

he tucks your chin up with his fingers, pulling you in closer to deepen the kiss. he is a good kisser, sunghoon uses that to boast about himself, he has always been good at this— kissing, bragging, making your knees weak, and all you could do was melt into him wet and sloppy kisses that he plants on your skin. 

he dips his head down to your neck, pressing sloppy, open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat, pulling your blouse aside to get a better access to your collarbones and shoulders. it felt like his body has a mind of its own, and he’s only following right behind. when a soft gasp leaves your lips, he moves back to your lips again, wanting to swallow every little sound you make that makes his mind haywire. 

your breaths are heavy, hands around his neck with fingers grazing the skin of his nape. a movement that makes him moan softly in the kiss as he presses you against the counter, holding you between his arms. his hand that's resting on your hip moves up, tracing the curve of your waist and then sliding under your shirt to rest on your bare skin, lips curling up in a subtle smirk as he hears you gasp yet again. 

“sunghoon—” you pull back, getting a quick glance at his half-lidded eyes when the lightning from the thunderstorm fills the room. he can still feel your laboured breathing on his lips and it does nothing but pull him in even more. after all, sunghoon would be lying if he said he didn’t imagine doing this with you.

“we’ll stop,” he pecks your lips, then trailing his lips down your jawline and to your neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses along your skin. “when the candle goes out,” 

005. WHERE THE LINE FADES

when sunghoon wakes up the next morning, he’s met with cold empty sheets on the side and the memories from last night start flooding his mind. his heartbeat accelerates at the mere thought of you, especially how you were last night and every time his name fell off your lips in bliss and pleasure— he would’ve preferred waking up to you rather than emptiness. 

he lays idly for a few minutes and stares at the ceiling, looking for where it all had started. was it the day you told him jay asked you out? maybe not, he doesn’t like to think of himself as a jealous person. it must’ve been when you asked for his opinion on your outfit, he tells himself, you looked too good to be true that day. a few seconds more and he sits up with a soft groan, seemingly unable to find answers to any of his questions.

the weather seems to have improved as he notices the cosy sunlight outside. he slips on this shirt before walking down to the shared bathroom, rubbing his eyes softly and brushing his fingers through his hair with a sigh. he puts his hand on the door knob and looking up in surprise when it opens on the other side.

“oh,” the slight hint of shyness on your face doesn’t escape his gaze, just like how enchanting you look this early in the morning with hair wet from the shower. you bite slightly on your lower lip before the awkwardness in the air is disturbed by your voice. “morning,”

actually, it must’ve all started the day you moved in.

“morning,” he replies back, rubbing his nape and looking away. the weight of questions lingering around makes it hard for him to look in your eyes. “would you like to have breakfast?”

you nod and follow him into the kitchen after making a short trip to your room. 

you steal a few glances at him while eating your breakfast, feeling your palms sweat at the thought of bringing it up to him. you avoid it for a few minutes, tossing the question around in your head while trying to make small talks about the ketchup, as bad as it could get. it feels a bit suffocating until you finally decide to address the elephant in the room. “so about last night—” 

“it was a mistake,” he cuts you off immediately, a heavy pause following shortly after. he looks up in your eyes for the first time since the morning. “let’s just forget it,”

and his words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. it could’ve been just another one night stand for you had it not been with sunghoon— your roommate, the person you see everyday, the person who managed to give you butterflies the day you moved in. your fingers tighten around the spoon and you consider arguing back for a moment before you push that idea further back in your head.

it could be just another thing added to the lists of things that have been buried, like the time you and sunghoon almost kissed in the elevator last year.

“right,” you nod quietly, convincing yourself that it’s not a big deal. that he’s just another guy in your life like jay. actually, you don’t feel like wanting to compare them anymore. you don’t know where the line marking the difference fades. “of course, yeah,”

you don’t even like the sound of that.

“yeah,”

you don’t wait another minute before leaving your unfinished breakfast on the table and going to your room. his eyes follow your movements, conscience nudging him to chase after you. he contemplates it for a while, and then you walk out with your bag. “i’ll see you after classes,”

and then sunghoon doesn’t see you for the rest of the morning.

or the day, in fact. usually, you two end up bumping into each other at least once, but sunghoon doesn’t see you around for the whole day. he skips spanish, deciding to go back to his apartment earlier than usual. he turns on the tv, deciding to watch a football watch with beer on the side while waiting for you. an hour passes, then another, and another.

there’s no sign of you.

it isn’t until he rings up a few of your friends that he hears that you’re staying over at giselle’s for the night. he wouldn’t blame you, couldn’t, not after everything that went down a night ago. you needed some space and so did he, but somewhere inside he wondered if he should’ve been honest with you when you brought up that topic during breakfast instead of saying the first thing that came to his mind and dismissing it.

but, he dismisses it again, letting you be on your own for as long as you need, knowing you’d come back soon.

which you do, the very next day, much to his surprise. he had expected you to avoid him for at least a week. he notices the way you look when you return early in the morning, tired and exhausted as if you hadn’t got a single ounce of sleep. there’s silence engulfing him but you walk to your room before he could even open his mouth to speak. and then you ignore him for the rest of the day.

he starts feeling annoyed at some point, trying to come up with a reason for your actions. he tries striking up conversations with you and you give short responses, or just nod. when you walk away without answering him when he asked about your day, sunghoon wanted to grab your wrist and pull you back for a second, but he dismisses that idea just as soon as it pops up in his head. he doesn’t even realise how quickly time passes in silence, not until he returns from heeseung’s apartment after spending two nights and one day with him and jake and checks his phone, realising it’s already close to being a week till you’re gone radio silent. he notices a few texts, mostly his study group that have been planning meet-ups to study, one that he rarely attends. his eyes especially squint in confusion at the texts from your mother, saying she had been trying to get in touch with you but getting no response. 

he was on his way to his room when he heard the door unlock. a pause, the click of the doorknob strikes through the silence, followed by your footsteps. he takes a few seconds to sort out his thoughts before speaking. “your mom texted me since you weren’t picking up her phone,”

“my phone died,” you give a simple response, almost too quickly for his liking. he lets his eyes follow your movements as you take off your shoes and jacket, putting it on the couch. 

it takes him back to the day you told him about jay asking you out. 

it was exactly the same— you arrived late, your phone had died. he was asking the same questions, albeit laced with annoyance. today, it’s hesitation, maybe slight doubt. sunghoon can’t stop you from seeing jay, but the idea of you being with him bothers him more than expected. so, he follows up with yet another question. 

“where have you been?” he asks, wanting to maintain a casual demeanour even though his heart is pounding in his chest just from being near you. he isn’t expecting any response, actually, however he’s met with surprise when you actually reply. 

“with jay,” the words fall from your mouth as if you’re used to them, used to saying his name. there’s an awkward pause before you clarify. “we had dinner together. he wanted to apologise properly,”

“that’s— that’s great,” he manages to squeeze out, but sunghoon thinks jay could’ve left you alone instead of meeting you if he wanted to apologise so bad.

you definitely had feelings for jay, even though they didn’t go as deep for you to come home sobbing your eyes out the day you learnt the truth. to sunghoon, that is enough of a reason to hate him even more. just the mere thought of your heart sinking whenever you’d even think of jay made him fist his hands, nails almost digging in the palm of his hands. 

sunghoon doesn’t have much experience with girls. in fact, none at all. flings are one thing, and girlfriends another. he has had both— none too serious. the first time someone asked him out was in highschool, although he’s surprised it didn’t happen much earlier. that time, just agreed to go out with her because his friends were in relationships too and he didn’t want to fall behind. it wasn’t soon before it turned into a competition after he got into university. not his best self, it isn’t something he’s proud of now that he thinks about it. 

and sunghoon isn’t half better than jay in that aspect, although obviously not as bad as to bet on going on a date with another girl while he already has a girlfriend. however, if you had feelings for him— as he thinks while watching you walk to your room— he wouldn’t let a single tear fall from your lips. 

“about that night,” he follows you into your room, practically hearing his heartbeat echo through his ears. he gulps nervously when he notices you looking at him with a sliver of hope in your eyes. “it wasn’t a mistake,”

“oh,” and you stop in your tracks, having no idea how to respond. an awkward pause follows as you bite your lower lip habitually before speaking, feigning a casual tone. “well, we can still put it behind—”

“i don’t want to,” he blurts out, cutting you off mid sentence. you notice how his voice is quiet as always, yet there’s panic and anxiousness behind those eyes. “i mean, i tried to, but it’s difficult. you’re always on my mind,”

there’s a silver of determination behind his voice. it’s surprising and equally anticipated. sometimes, he feels like he thinks of you every minute no matter what he’s doing. it was never this bad, these days even the regular banters between you two give him butterflies. and sunghoon understand that he might be far from your type in men. perhaps, you actually prefer someone like jay, who treat you to a fancy dinner to apologise, or maybe that guy from a few months ago who can’t remember the name of. 

you and sunghoon can be polar opposites and he would still be standing here, fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of his denim jacket, looking so uncharacteristically out of place. he would choose to have this talk again, as much as he hates confronting, because it never about who your type is and always about the fact that you’re sunghoon’s type— as he realises this when you tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, looking at him with lips pressed together. you look cute, more so when you’re awkward, and he can’t believe he’s coming to terms with this but god, he is falling for you. 

he is falling hard, and falling deep. it’s nothing like him, you make him nervous, almost as if knocking him out of air whenever your eyes meet, and he would gladly suffocate to death. it was quiet with too many questions hanging above his head, and he noticed the way you fiddle with your fingers with the cutest expression known to mankind and sunghoon knew he was screwed. 

“i’ve got it so bad for you, yn, really,” —he speaks as if he’s out of breath due to the nervousness— “really bad. i tried to keep you out of here,” he said, pointing at his chest, cheeks flushing red as the words fell off his lips. “but you won’t go, you just won’t.”

and sunghoon has never been so…out of place, for the lack of better words. it’s amusing, even to you, the way he is right now. the sunghoon from three weeks ago wouldn’t even care but he, now, is pouring out all of himself, as if stripping him naked of his emotions and letting him see what lies behind the suave smiles and prideful words. as if showing you how easily you have him going crazy, right out of his mind and how he can’t help but just stare blankly as his eyes travel down to your lips occasionally— as they do now— and it leaves you in a frenzy when you notice it. 

“i can’t stop thinking about that night— not in a weird way, just…” and you’re just standing in front of him, trying not to laugh at his antics. he’s cute, a pause, what the fuck. and then you just go along with it, knowing there’s no point denying it anymore now that you two are having this conversation.

you notice his little mannerisms, like how he can’t look in your eyes for the life in him, how he keeps shifting his weight from one leg to the other. it’s adorable, especially the way he can have all the attention in the room with just his mere presence. that’s sunghoon for you, with a presence so heavy it’s loud even when he’s silent. it’s so loud you can practically hear his mind, of all the words you know he wants to say but can’t. there’s a hitch in his breath, his eyes meet yours for the first time in the past few minutes— i like you— they say, and the next thing sunghoon knows is that you’re kissing him. 

“i like you too,” you whisper against his lips after pulling back, your lips brushing against his. sunghoon feels like every single nerve in his body has been sparked, giving him goosebumps when you slowly intertwine your fingers with his.

of course, you know how he feels even before he could say it out loud. maybe, he just made it obvious for you to guess, otherwise sunghoon likes to think of himself as someone who can hide his feelings well. he lets go of your hands as soon as he feels you lace your fingers with his and instead, cups your cheeks ever so tenderly and leans down to capture your lips with his, smiling in the kiss. “i love you,”

˃ᗜ˂ : if you made it till here, i'm sending each one of u kisses >< thank u for reading, i hope u liked it. ps i had to put my heart aside and write jay's name ... never again will i put my man thru this huhu TT he's too good to do these things

[rhinokck]

Oktoberfest Bier Marzen Style Lager from the Twelve Percent Beer Project out of North Haven, CT. Saw it on a clearance rack yesterday, $5 for a four pack. Totally worth way more than that, super tasty.

[kristipetersenschoonover]

BREWS & BOOS was a success!

BREWS & BOOS was a success!

[johannstutt413]

(requested by mathmaticalknight; continuing from this) Archetto joins the group

“Hey, Archetto!” Blaze waved the cleric over to her table, where Hoshiguma and Schwarz were finalizing a wager. “You busy right now?”

The Liberi was there before you could say ‘partnership.’ “Certainly not too busy for business! What can I help with, Blaze?”

“The girls and I were curious: did you really sign up for that idol project to help support Landen Monastery?” The question was quite literally worth a thousand LMD - actually, more like twelve thousand, thanks to the raises the trio had gotten recently for all their hard work in the field and on-base.

“O-oh, that?” She hesitated for a moment but eventually sighed. “Yes and no.”

The Oni patted the empty chair. “Mind elaborating? We’re drinking Landed tonight in honor of your debut.”

“I don’t like many beers, but yours is great.” The other Sniper at the table sloshed her mug in solidarity.

“Really? On behalf of the monastery, thanks for the business!” That seemed to put Archetto in the mood to talk as she took a seat and, at Blaze’s insistence, poured herself a mug from the barrel the trio’d purchased. “First off, the first time I was offered a job like this, it was a small company, and they tried to trick me into it. Only reason I didn’t take the offer, honestly, was because the check wasn’t nearly enough to make the hours worthwhile…Ahh~ Tastes like home.”

Schwarz gave her a quizzical look. “How’d that nearly work?”

“Well, you see, when I started talking to them about opportunities, I was talking about the monastery buying some ad time - not much, but free publicity across the whole city would’ve been nice - and I demoed a potential jingle for them to use. That’s when they agreed to draw up some paperwork overnight for me to take a look at the next day, and they were really pushing me to sign without getting into the details of the wording, so I looked extra-close because that’s suspicious as Kazdel. If they’d been more upfront about it and given me a chance to haggle a bit on benefits and whatnot, I might’ve made my debut much earlier…But then I wouldn’t have made it here, or met the Doctor, and that would be a real shame.”

“I’m sure MSR and MountainDash appreciate you gettin’ here without being snatched up by some other agency, too.” The Guard practically guzzled the rest of her tankard to have room to freshly refill it to the top. “How’d they find you, by the way? Sing them your beer-and-bread jingle, too?”

The cleric shook her head. “That company ended up advertising for the monastery after all - someone recorded when I sang for them, and they used that to bring attention to both themselves and Landen. Bison told me his dad saw some of those commercials and started the whole ‘MountainDash Logistics Idol Concert’ idea, and when they watched the commercials together, Bison realized I was the one singing, so they reached out to me.”

“But it was your jingle that got their attention,” Hoshi emphasized, giving her opponent a sly grin.

“Basically?” With that, the Oni cheered and claimed her prize from the other Feline. “Wait, did you- was I the subject of a bet?”

The other three suddenly recognized what they’d done unintentionally. “Uh…sorry about that,” the Guard repli-

“Oh, I don’t mind, I just want my cut. Five percent should do it.” She held out a hand to the Defender, wiggling her fingers even.

“Heh…hahaha!” Hoshiguma gave her 1000 LMD in 200-count bills. “There, you’ve earned it. Funny thing is, that’s not the only bet we’ve got open about you.”

Ceylon’s bodyguard sighed. “Cat’s out of the bag. Archetto, are you interested in the Doctor?”

“...Eh?” Archetto.exe had stopped responding.

“Yeah, are you interested in him?” Blaze leaned forward. “You know he’s single, right?”

The Liberi swallowed the last of her mug’s precious nectar and went for another cup. “One moment.”

“I feel like that’s telling enough,” the other Sniper interjected.

“No, it’s fine; I don’t want money changing hands wrongly because I wasn’t clear.” Once she’d had enough liquid courage, the cleric nodded to herself. “But…yes.”

All three of them handed her 500 LMD. “None of us thought you’d admit it so easily,” the Guard explained, patting the victorious Liberi on the back.

“Really? Do you guys think I’m that bashful? Well, definitely not after a few pints of Landen!” The cleric lifted her drink in the air triumphantly before starting to chug.

“No,” Schwarz observed, “but he’s standing behind you.”

She finished the tankard before looking behind her. “Hey, Doctor! Wanna sit down for a pint?”

“Certainly.” The Doctor set his cup at their table before sitting down; Blaze poured him half a mug from the barrel, knowing he wouldn’t be having much.

“That was a good setup,” Archetto beamed at the girls before throwing her arm around the Doctor’s back. “Now as for you…”

When the Liberi didn’t say anything else, suddenly freezing up, he put his arm around her shoulders. “As for me? I’ll see you tomorrow morning for a shift as my assistant.”

“...Tomorrow?!”

“I stopped by tonight to tell you; I didn’t get to finish my schedule earlier today as I’d originally planned.” He sipped his beer with an entirely asynchronous amount of refinement. “I’m surprised the three of you were willing to pretend you made that bet.”

Hoshiguma pulled out her phone. “That bet was real, Doctor. We saw the schedule before we sat down at the table.”

“Ah, I see. Well played…However, I do believe I’m also entitled to a cut of the pot, then?” The Doctor’s eyes flashed; with his mask down, his smug grin was plainly visible.

“A cut of the pot?” The cleric repeated to herself in a soft whisper. “He really is perfect~”

Another 1500 LMD made its way to the Doctor, and from there, the night went rather smoothly. Before he left, escorting the half-asleep Archetto home, the Doctor slipped his mask back over his face. “Thank you for the entertaining evening, girls, but I’ve got a long morning ahead of me tomorrow. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

“You, too, Doctor,” Blaze replied with a mischievous smile.

“...Blaze,” he sighed, shaking his head, “I would never.”

The Oni shrugged. “But you knew what she meant anyway. Almost as if you thought about it.”

“Only the impression. Good night.”

“Well, he’s gonna be a lil’ sour with me tomorrow,” the Guard chuckled. “Mission accomplished?”

The other Feline clinked mugs with her and Hoshi. “Success.”

“And not a moment too soon. He said he enjoyed playing matchmaker, but his true colors came out on the retreat, didn’t they?” The bar was close to shutting down for the night, but the trio had a keg to finish. The Defender had the honor tonight, drawing up the last cup of Landen’s for the night.

“Oh, I don’t think he hid it that badly,” Blaze shrugged. “We just know ‘im a lil’ better than most.”

Schwarz gave her a curious look. “Do we?”

“Sure do! Well, at least Bunny and I do.” No small amount of pride in her voice as she said that.

“Speaking of Bunny,” Amiya whispered in her ear, “it’s getting late, isn’t it?”

The perfect way to end the night like that, or at least, they way that night ended for Hoshiguma and Schwarz: getting splashed in the face by Landen’s pride and joy as a Feline flips a table in surprise.

[thedaily-beer]

Twelve Percent Beer Project Sean Piel Homegrown NE IPA (Picked up at Capone’s in Norristown, PA). A 3 of 4. Really beautiful hazy body and lots of tropical fruit juice up front. On the sweet side, but thankfully there is some bitterness that fades in relatively aggressively towards the finish. This has everything it should and lots of great qualities, but it still fades into the pack of so many great hazy IPAs these days.

[revisionaryhistory]

Three Days ~ 3

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~*~Sebastian~*~

I straightened my clothes when I got out of the SUV. I realize my first impression is already shot to hell, but I'm attempting to make up some ground. In front of her door I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths before knocking. I tried to re-frame my sudden nervousness as excitement. When she opened the door two things happened. My mouth started to water and my jeans shrank at least one size.

I went with it. "You look beautiful." I kept my voice soft and smiled.

The peach shirt and white jacket set off her eyes and slightly tanned skin. I liked the slight swell of her breasts showing out the top of her shirt. Just sexy enough. I mean, I have nothing against naked breasts, rather like them, but this was a good first date look. Believe it or not, there is such a thing as too much. And there's time and place for more. This wasn't it.

Emma smiled and put her hand on my bicep, "Thank you. You clean up nicely."

I laughed, "I didn't really pack for a dinner date."

"I thought you might be limited, so I went with jeans."

My head jerked a little in surprise. "That's really nice. Thank you." I had to stop myself from staring. I'm not sure what I'm more amazed by: her kindness or the ease with which she speaks about her thought process. She says it like it's no big deal, but it is. Or maybe I'm more jaded than I thought. I snapped myself out of my thoughts, "Ready to go?" She nodded and I put my hand on her lower back, leading her to the vehicle.

I started backing out and remembered I didn't know where we were going. I put on the brake, rested my hands on the steering wheel, and looked over, "Which way? Where we going?"

"I had two ideas. In town there's a pub. Typical pub food. Bar on one side. Restaurant on the other. Probably live music, but its not loud on the restaurant side. Or about five miles north there's a place on the river with outdoor tables. They specialize in ribs and barbecue, but have everything from steak to seafood."

"Outside on the river sounds good. Nice night for it." I pointed at the navigation screen. "You put it in. Then we can talk without getting lost."

She laughed, "Are you sure we haven't met before? I'd completely get talking and forget to tell you where to turn."

"I think I'd remember." I smiled and watched her press the buttons. Her nails where longer than her fingertips. Long enough to feel, but not so long as to do damage. I should probably stop thinking like that or my my pants are going to shrink more.

"How is the moving going?"

"Good. They hired movers for the actual move. I'm here to shift boxes to other rooms, hook up electronics, and hang things. I think mom used the move as an excuse to get me to visit. When my step-dad retired they moved upstate. Now they're closer again, so it'll be easier."

"Are you an only child?"

"I am. Mom and I left Romania when I was eight then moved to New York when I was twelve." I didn't know if she knew my history or not. It was very vain to think she'd googled and read interviews. I wasn't sure if she was a fan. I liked how my job wasn't part of the conversation. That couldn’t last, but it was nice for now. "What about you?"

“I have an identical twin. Amelia.”

I don't think she was done talking, but I burst in. “That's so cool. Emiliana and Amelia. Did you switch around to fuck with teachers and boyfriends?”

An evil grin crossed her face. “All the time. Our parents mostly. They could never tell us apart. They tell this story about how my dad was so sleep deprived that he forgot to put on our color coded booties and they're not one hundred percent sure which one we really are.”

“Oh fuck! Priceless.”

“Once we hit our junior year Amy cut her hair and started dying it red. If we wanted to pull anything off we had to pull our hair up and shove on a hat. She's got a daughter now and since we're identical twins Katie is genetically my daughter too.”

My mouth dropped open, "I'd never thought of that." I raised my eyebrows, "Never been out with a mom before."

"First time for everything."

We laughed and conversation was easy the rest of the short drive. She pointed out the river walk and restaurant as we drove across the bridge. I was thinking an after dinner stroll was a good idea.

It was early enough that getting a table by the water wasn't a problem. Either the time or the hostess recognized me. She sat us in the corner of the deck with water on both sides. It was a beautiful view. My date and the scenery. Date was better. Before the hostess left she looked at me, "I'll send your server right over, Mr. Stan."

I guess that answers that.

There was a drink menu on the table. I picked it up and looked at Emma, "Do you drink?" She nodded and I handed her the menu. "A beer on the water sounds good."

The server showed up, took our drink orders, and by the time she brought our beers we were ready to order. There was a lull in conversation between discussing the menu and whatever was going to come next. We both took a drink to fill the space. I pulled at the label on my bottle nervously. "What do you for a living?" I knew I was opening the door for the same question, but it was the next logical topic.

"I teach first grade."

I never had a teacher who looked like her. "Why first?" I liked finding out why people made the choices they did.

"I like teaching the little people to read. Kindergartners are too squirrelly. There's a lot of time just teaching them how to be in school. Lots of crying in Kindergarten. Fifth graders are starting to be smart asses."

I nearly spit my beer across the table.

She laughed and handed me a napkin from the dispenser on the table, "They are! The hormones are starting to kick in. No thank you. Third and fourth are assessment years and it's all about getting them ready. Second is this weird hybrid where you're reteaching what they missed in first and getting their basic skills ready for third." She took a drink and continued. "First graders are perfect. They get so excited when they can put sounds together to make words and then read the words in a book. Or when they figure out three plus two is the same as counting three stars and two stars, figuring out the algorithm. I love teaching them to subitize. That’s knowing how many things there are without counting them. We play songs and games. Their little faces light up and they're so proud of themselves. The ones who struggle. It's hard to figure out how to help them and keep their confidence up. They break my heart." She put her hand over hers.

Her love of what she did was obvious. I couldn't remember talking to a teacher after I left school. My teachers just tortured me with homework, papers, projects, and group work. I shook my head, "Until right this second I had never thought of a teacher being excited about their students learning."

"You either had shitty teachers or hated school."

"Both." I looked up, searching my memory. "Leaving Romania was good, but I didn't speak anything but Romanian. I was a good student, but when we moved to Vienna I had to start over. I couldn't communicate. I couldn't read. It was hard. Mom threw a fit because my teachers used the language issue to not push me. She wasn’t having it. Then we moved here and it was starting over again. I was in that awkward stage, had at least three chins, didn't have any friends, and could barely speak English."

She cringed, "I don’t like your teachers. You have to work harder. There's always kids with stories. Whether they’re new, or a parent has died, or they don't speak English, or they've been abused, or they’re just different. You have to work harder to find a way to connect with them and be different for them. You have to have the relationship to help them learn. I'm not going to lie, sometimes you don't like a kid, but that's the job. You're the adult. Figure out how to make it work."

"Yeah, I didn't have teachers like you. It got better. Puberty helped and so did partying." I smirked around my beer bottle as I drank. "My teachers didn't look like you either. Would have paid more attention if they had. Well, maybe not paid attention, but enjoyed class more."

Her shoulders raised a little and one side of her mouth curled up, "Want me to teach you to read or something, Seb?"

"Now there's a loaded question." She’s still figuring out what to call me. Fuck.  I might be sad when she figures it out and sticks to one name.

Luckily or unluckily our appetizers arrived. The flirting was fun, but we’re early into dinner. Lots of time for flirting. Good to mix it up.

We'd ordered a sampler. I picked up one of the fried pickles, "There's a place in Atlanta where these are called frickle pickles."

"I grew up in Alpharetta."

"Did you? I've spent a lot of time in Atlanta." I kept going without even thinking. "The Marvel movies filmed there and most of Falcon and the Winter Soldier will be filmed there." I stopped with a pickle about to my mouth. "Umm."

"There's the elephant in the room." Emma popped a french fry covered in cheese and bacon in her mouth.

I chewed my pickle slowly to buy a little time. What for I don't know. It's awkward. I wiped off my hands and finished my beer. "I was enjoying ignoring the elephant." I leaned forward onto the table. "I liked just being a guy on a date."

"You still are." The look on her face was showed she was amused.

I liked that she wasn’t taking the topic seriously. I'm pissed I brought it up. We were doing fine getting to know each other without the complications of what I do. No one explains that part to you in acting school. You just learn about the craft, business, and what not to do an audition. They don't teach you about someone posting a picture of you laying shirtless in the park. You're doing what everyone else is doing, but if you were anyone else no one would care about you laying in the park getting some sun. This is why actors, and models, and sports stars date other actors, and models, and sports stars. All of those things which become a normal part of your life are normal for them too. It's not normal to other people. And until I mentioned filming in Atlanta I was having a damn fine time being a guy helping his parents move.

I want to fucking scream.

I drummed my fingers beside the plate. "I liked being the homeless guy you met in the baking aisle."

She frowned and put her hand over mine, "I didn't think you were homeless. There's a rehab facility up the road. I thought you were an addict stopping for chocolate before checking in. To help with the withdrawal."

I threw my head back and laughed hard. "Even better!" I turned my hand over, holding her fingers, and rubbing my thumb over her soft skin. "Can I go back to being that guy?"

“You're still the sweet guy running errands for his mom. The one I waited for at the check out. Before I knew his name or recognized him."

My eyes were wide and I was doing that thing I do where I'm licking my lips and playing with my tongue. That can mean lots of things. Right now is intrigued with a side of slightly nervous.

"It's going to be hard to get to know you if you don't tell me about your friends and what you do with your downtime."

She had a good point. I wasn't sure what my plan had been. Her talking about herself all night wasn't going to work. "I can do that. Talk about my friends."

Things have gotten more complicated. Not for the reason I expected. We've pretty much worked around the how do I be an ordinary man with a not so ordinary job problem. Now the problem is I'm holding her hand. It's soft and warm and I don't want to let go. I want to stay touching her. I can not figure out how we're going to eat.

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Pairing: Yoongi x Jimin Rating: E Genre: angst, comedy, android au, ai au, summer au Word count: 4,507 Summary: yoongi is like the blur of a dream jimin can’t grasp – pretty, enigmatic and an android

FOR @btssmutclub Summer x Smut Project!! 

Masterlist | Group 6: Down by the lake 

A/N: Thank you fellow group members, it has been such a ride! @ironicarmy @jiminniethemarshmallow @jhspetitegf ! shout out also to @jhspetitegf for your wonderful banners and masterlist x Our universes are linked so i urged you guys to read all fics too, because why the heck not.  leave kudos on ao3!

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DOWNLOADING FINAL UPDATE.

ALL FUNCTIONS: ON.

LOVE FUNCTION — TURN ON?

DROID MIN-YOON-GI IS READY.

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Jimin is running. He’s running for his fucking life, the harsh pants like fire in his chest, the weight of his shoulders sinking into the ground. The air is hazy and the skies are gray and yet he feels shadows chasing after him like vines on a fence. He steps on a puddle, and dirty, murky black water sloshes and stains his calves, white shoes, and blue pants. He feels the grime on his skin and the race in his chest, and the fear the gripes him but Jimin doesn’t slow down, can’t slow down, runs and runs and fucking runs—

“Jimin!” Taehyung shakes him awake, drool running down his chin, dotting at the neckline of his shirt.

Jimin rubs fatigue away from his eyes and stares blankly at his friend.

“We’re here, Jin’s lakehouse. Look at the waters!” Taehyung points excitedly at the calm, blue waters, and then he sees the grandeur of the lakehouse, a pretty exquisite building slightly far off beside it. The car rounds up another corner before turning in, looping, and Jimin promptly forgets about his dream that almost got his heart out half his chest.

They get off the car and wait for Jungkook as he pulls over. Hoseok spills out of the car, lanky limbs and loud presence. Jimin watches him and when their eyes meet, they both grin, his mind firing up and remembering of the plan everyone devised for Taehyung (bless his stupid, stubborn ass) and waits for chaos. Jin talks about sorting roommates and Jimin hollers the same time Hoseok cries for Jimin’s name. The look Taehyung gives Jimin makes him double back a laugh, throwing his head back.

“I don’t want to room with Faye!” Taehyung murmurs under his breath.

Jimin just throws a smirk and shrugs.

“Y’all just gonna stand there and fuss or help me with the bags?” comes Zoe’s voice from the boot of the car. Everyone rushes over, laughter melding with the summer air.

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Hoseok snaps his fingers and Jimin returns to the present, sitting on the bed with his bags by the side on the floor. His feet hang by the edge of the bed.

“What are you thinking about?” Hoseok’s warm smile melts away Jimin’s worries even for a bit.

“Nothing much,” He returns a smile. If Hoseok sees through the cracks he doesn’t point it out. Jimin is grateful for it. That’s the whole point of this summer trip isn’t it? Leave all your damn worries and burdens behind, bury your head in the sand and just burn your youth away for a few days.

“I’m gonna head down now, you coming?” Hoseok stands by the door.

“Just a bit. You go ahead first.” Jimin replies.

“Don’t take too long! I think Jin wants to show us something—” Hoseok’s voice trails off as he heads down the stairs.

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When Jimin sees Yoongi he hates to think of it cliche, but he feels his breath knocked out of his chest and his brain short-circuiting a little. Attraction is such a funny little thing.

He finally finds the rest of them by the dining area and rejoins the group, pulling a chair beside Hoseok.

“Hyung I probably saw the man of my dreams.” Jimin says dramatically.

Hoseok laughs.

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He learns the name of the stranger with dark but pretty eyes – Yoongi – when Faye calls out to him for some help. Is he a helper here? Must be earning some big bucks helping out in Jin’s family.

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“Are you going for movie night later?” Taehyung asks Jimin as they explore the area a bit.

“Of course! Why you’d even ask?” Jimin slurps noisily on the fruit juice Yoongi prepared. He cut each fruit into precise little cubes before blending them together. Jimin knows because he was by the kitchen island staring at another man preparing drinks. It really isn’t creepy. It’s for future references.

“Oh I don’t know your ass can’t seem to leave Yoongi’s alone.” Taehyung teases.

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Am just curious is all.”

“And you know what they say?” Taehyung takes a dramatic pause as he sips his drink.

Jimin waits.

“Curiosity killed the cat.” Taehyung grins as he heads into the gazebo.

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Yoongi walks in and out carrying food and drinks to the tables outside and Jin helps. Namjoon and Hoseok argues about what movie to watch in the background.

“Shut up, you’re beautiful,” Jungkook suddenly shouts out of nowhere. Sooyun looks like a deer caught in headlights as the meat she grills probably grows charred.

Faye tells her the food is burning and she scrambles to get rid off it and Jimin cackles.

“Shut up, you’re beautiful.” He mimics with a stupid face. Taehyung guffaws.

“Oh baby, stop.” Taehyung fake gushes. Jimin makes kissy faces and glances back at Jungkook every other second. His face grows both ten shades redder and darker and the duo doesn’t stop shitting on him.

“God the two of you.” Jimin spits out as his laughter eventually dies down.

“Shut the fuck up.” Jungkook seethes.

“Tell me I’m beautiful first.” Jimin puffs his chest out.

Jungkook whacks him instead.

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Jimin doesn’t really know what he’s trying to accomplish whenever he sees Yoongi by himself (which is ninety percent of the time), and takes every opportunity to speak—flirt—with him. Yoongi seems entirely unfazed, or at least pretends to (how nice, but Jimin doesn’t want nice, he’s trying to push his buttons) and tries his best to answer to every of Jimin’s ridiculous questions.

He’s by the lake with Namjoon and Hoseok, who brought unicorn floats out and are lazing in the calming waters.

“You know what would be nice right now?” Hoseok says lazily, his shades sliding slightly down his nose.

“What?” Jimin humours him when Namjoon doesn’t.

“Some iced cold beers. I’m gonna tell Yoongi to bring some.”

“Oh I can call him for you—” Jimin brandishes Hoseok’s phone, being the only one still on land, waiting for Taehyung and Jungkook to show up before heading in for a swim.

“Oh it’s fine! I beeped him already.”

“Beeped?”

“Yeah you know, Jin gave us all a wristwatch to call for Yoongi whenever.”

“What watch?”

“Babe, he wasn’t there.” Namjoon quips after a beat.

Hoseok looks at his boyfriend then leans back. He laughs.

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

Within minutes Yoongi arrives with two buckets of beers. He places them besides Jimin.

“Throw one to me please dearie.” Hoseok cooes.

Yoongi throws, a perfect swing, and Hoseok catches easily.

“Just twist the cap, it comes off easily.” Hoseok does as told and flicks the cap bottle back. Yoongi doesn’t miss.

Taehyung and Jungkook eventually joins, loud brash energy pouring in. They spot the beers and cheer, each taking one. Jimin uncaps his as well.

“Anyone seen Jin and Zoe anywhere?” Taehyung asks, squinting his eyes. Nobody responses. Jungkook shrugs, a smug grin on his face.

“Where are the girls?” Namjoon asks.

“They say they’ll join in a bit.” Taehyung supplies.

“Shall we, comrades?” Taehyung gestures to both Jungkook and Jimin. Jimin takes another swig of his beer and he’s near two gulps left.

Jungkook gives a dramatic ah before finishing his beer then shredding his clothes off. Taehyung follows suit. Jimin starts stripping too. They leave their boxers and jumps into the waters causing big splashes, deliberately getting Namjoon and Hoseok wet, much to their chagrin.

“What do you expect, losers!” Jimin shouts, laughing, brushing his hair back.

“Are you coming in hyung?” He diverts his attention to Yoongi, who watches.

“Wait, can he be in contact of water?” Jungkook muses.

“I think so? I remember Jin hyung mentioning Yoongi is made with some sort of premium skin.” Taehyung replies.

“Premium skin? Skin that doesn’t prune perhaps.” Jimin jokes.

“It’s true. My skin doesn’t prune.” Yoongi confirms.

He lingers at the waters before snapping his gaze up again. “As much as I’d like to join, I have some other matters to attend to.” He smiles before leaving.

“What the fuck?” Jimin says.

“Stop, you guys are terrible.” Comes Sooyun’s voice.

“What?” Jimin looks around. The boys start snickering to themselves.

“Yoongi is a droid Jiminie.” Zoe supplies. “He’s custom-made by Jin’s dad and he’s stationed at the lakehouse to help out.”

Jimin takes a moment, before he cracks a laugh. Everyone joins him.

“Got me good guys, you fuckers.” He jokes. Then submerges himself underwater, holding his breath, to drown the voices out.

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Day turns into night faster and Jimin dreads the end of this vacation. He doesn’t want to think about school and real life problems like moving out of the orphanage, away from his family. He’s already made peace at twelve he’d probably never have a foster family, so he made a home at where he was. Aunt Megs has become the mother in his life, Joan sometimes acting like a dad, and every other unwanted kid his brother and sister. But when you turn eighteen you’re supposed to move out and get an apartment of your own. Megs been pushing it as long as she can with the papers and authority but Jimin has this niggling feeling he can’t fucking shake off.

“Hey, sorry we didn't tell you Yoongi was a droid.” Taehyung snaps him back to the present, back to the bonfire, and hands him a beer.

“Nah.” Jimin shrugs.

“Thought it was quite a joke at first.” Taehyung says.

“I mean I’d do the same so.” Jimin says.

“Then you tailed him everywhere like a puppy.” Taehyung laughs.

“What can I say, he’s beautiful.” Jimin declares.

“What’s going on up here?” Taehyung taps the beer bottle at Jimin’s temple.

Jimin laughs and shrugs it off. “Nothing much.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” Tae says, his eyes shining. And Jimin trusts him, with his fucking life. But it’s a vacation and he doesn’t want things to grow somber.

“Yeah I know.” Jimin smiles.

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“You know Tae actually really likes you,” Jimin word vomits it out later during the bonfire. He feels like he said something he probably shouldn’t have, judging from the incredulous look  on Faye’s face.

“What?” She says.

“S’true.” He slurs. Shit, he probably drank too much, he can feel the heavy pound on his head, the alcohol running in his blood and sudden burst of mirth in his chest. Jimin giggles.

“Well I think you’re entirely misinformed.” Faye declares.

“No he does, he really likes you.” Jimin waggles his brows and jabs a finger in the air.

Faye grows silent, before she bites back, “Well then who do you like?”

And Jimin really doesn’t want to, but his mind wanders off to a blur of a pretty face with a sharp gaze.

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Friends do stupid stuff together. Best friends do fucking stupid stuff together. He doesn’t know how and why the fuck he got dragged into this ridiculous plan of a mess Taehyung came up with: to string him and Faye together so they can talk— fuck— it out. All he knows is that he’s in the middle of the damn woods and he’s gone sober as fuck and he really really needs water. He may have lost his voice at this point.

“Tae!” Jimin whisper-shouts.

“What?” He whisper-shouts back.

“I really need to drink water so I’m heading back first.”

“Noo I need my comrade with me—“

“And listen to you both fuck the angst out of each other? No thanks.”

Jimin loves Tae to bits he does, but right now he loves his bed more.

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Jimin feels the pull of of his muscles and the sores at his shoulders as he trudges back to his room. When enters the room, he doesn’t expect to see Yoongi splayed so prettily on all fours, ass up in the fucking air, hands and legs bounded with ribbons. Where the hell did he get even get those from?

He hears Jimin enters and turns, head in a funny angle, hair in a mess. Sin is on Jimin’s mind and Yoongi wears innocence on his face.

“Is this what you meant by I want you bounded on all fours Jimin? I did extensive research online and replicated the most common imagery that kept cropping up.” Yoongi says.

“Jesus, hyung,” Jimin breathes. He quickly shuts the door and paces towards Yoongi.

What the hell is he to do, on one hand the sight is making him feel some type of way, fuck, on another hand he feels like he’s cheating Yoongi into something.

“Hyung,” Jimin calls.

“Hyung,” Yoongi repeats, his head facing the pillow and his ass still in the air (and Jimin can’t stop staring at his skin, he wants to touch, fuck). Yoongi doesn’t turn back, just mumbles to himself where Jimin can’t see him.

“Hyung.” Jimin presses.

“Are you displeased? Shall I change—” Yoongi shifts, tries to sit up – a feat any other human might have failed hilariously but he does it with such poise and ease, turns and sits his ass on his heels and has the bounds on his arms undone. Yoongi’s cock is curved up, red and thick against his tummy. This is entirely unfair. Just how advanced are these damn droids?

“No I am very pleased, actually.” Jimin starts. Yoongi watches him, with curious eyes, unabashed. Jimin takes in all of Yoongi: the curved ends of his fringe, the slant of his eyes, the slope of his nose. How he takes in a breath and his chest actually expands, his shoulders heave, his collarbones jut. Yoongi stares back just as Jimin watches him. The only difference is Yoongi doesn’t blink. He usually does, Jimin remembers. But he doesn’t question, just watches, tries to piece him apart just as much as how Yoongi is probably memorising him.

Jimin wonders what’s it like to have accurate eternal memory.

“Jimin?” Yoongi asks.

“Shh,” Jimin takes his hand and gently swipes his thumb over Yoongi’s lips. He can feel Yoongi’s breath against his skin. Yoongi will have eternal memory of this night. Jimin will remember how his heart slammed against his chest.

“Do you feel love hyung?” Jimin asks, softly. His rubs his finger gently, tries to commit to memory the plush of Yoongi’s lower lip. Yoongi parts them slightly.

“I have a love function, if that’s what you mean.” Yoongi answers.

“I can have it turned on for you, if you’d like.” Yoongi offers.

Jimin smiles.

“No it’s okay hyung. I like you like this. Whatever it is.” Jimin gets up on the bed slowly, his knee dipping the mattress, Yoongi staying rooted to his position, his arms crossed over his stomach shyly.

“I just want you to relax? To feel good?” Jimin breathes, mere inches apart from Yoongi.

“Feel good,” Yoongi repeats. Jimin leans in close, smelling the sweet scent of musk and presses chapped lips against soft ones. His heart jackrabbits in his ribs and Yoongi kisses him back gently first, tentative. Jimin wonders how are droids programmed to feel this real like human, yet not.

“I can do that.” Yoongi thinks aloud.

It’s the sweet taste on his tongue that gets Jimin wanting more, roaming hands against milky, white skin, and he inches to reach every expanse. He wants to leave marks, he wants to ruin this perfect picture.

Yoongi moans into the kiss and Jimin pulls him back and they both fall onto the bed, drinking each other up as if parched.

He’s hard, Jimin can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, can feel it curve and it bulges uncomfortably, and he kisses harder, scratches at Yoongi’s back, for purchase, for comfort, for release.

He doesn’t expect, but Yoongi grinds against him, ruts in slow, circular motion, and Jimin’s jaw go slack. Yoongi kisses him, trails wet sloppy ones (aren’t they build for perfection?) along his jaw, down his neck, licks a stripe of skin against his collarbone. Jimin sucks in a breath.

Yoongi easily removes Jimin’s pants and tosses it aside and Jimin watches with lidded eyes as it hooks swiftly onto the doorknob. He leans back again, feels his head meld into the fabric (darn this memory foam mattress shit Jin has), feels his skin on fire and his heart at his throat. Yoongi starts fisting at his cock, his hands slick and already wet but Jimin is too goddamn lost in his head to comprehend shit. Yoongi grips tightly, hard, squeezes even at one point and strokes his cock slowly, so sweet of a friction that drives half Jimin into a frenzy, writhing under the sheets, pretty dirty noises spilling from his lips.

“Yoongi,” Jimin breathes.

Yoongi flicks his wrist and thumbs at the underside of his head. “I’m guessing from the way your heart rate is hitting 127 beats per minute, I am doing this correctly?” Yoongi slurs at the shell of Jimin’s ear.

“Wow yes, talk dirty to me hyung,” Jimin almost cracks a laugh.

Yoongi stops and hovers above Jimin, and he doesn’t want to, but Jimin eventually looks into his eyes. Yoongi smiles sweetly, his eyes like stars glistening back and Jimin feels his heart skip two beats. Yoongi leans in to kiss him, tenderly and slowly and Jimin licks into the roof of his mouth. Jimin pushes Yoongi up, who gets the hint, and brings Jimin up with ease until they sit on the bed once again. They don’t break their kiss as Jimin guides Yoongi into straddling him, Jimin’s hand sliding down Yoongi’s back, gripping at his waist and eventually cupping his ass sitting it nicely on his wet cock.

“Shit, hyung, Yoongi,” Jimin groans, voice wrecked and they had barely done shit.

Yoongi looks at him, and there’s a glint in his eyes, black and wild. The sheets are a wrinkled, wet mess, and both pay no mind to it. Yoongi jerks up and slams his ass down again, wet and slippery along Jimin’s cock.

Jimin is actually fucking proud he hasn’t come right there and then, at what his peak youth of age but he’s going to explode soon at this rate.

“Hyung, need your ass. Can I fuck you?” He splurts.

Yoongi says nothing and strips Jimin’s shirt away. His kisses grow hungry, and Jimin swears Yoongi might leave a bruise from the way he kisses.

“You can do anything you want to me,” comes his breathy reply. And it’s moments like these that Jimin entirely forgets what Yoongi is, and feels what comes from his heart. After tonight, he’s finding who developed and pieced Yoongi together and sending them a fucking nobel prize.

“Lube, condoms, drawers—”

“We don’t need condoms.” Yoongi reminds him. Jimin almost feels stupid.

“Lube? I like it when it’s really wet,” Jimin confesses shyly, in between soft kisses. Yoongi stops grinding into Jimin and places his hands at Jimin’s shoulders. He thumbs at Jimin’s collarbone, and Jimin exhales a breath. You’re so pretty. I wish you were real. (But I am real?)

“I have a self-lubricant function. I’m made for this.” Yoongi says.

I’m made for this rings at Jimin’s ear and he lets Yoongi line himself up along Jimin’s cock, the mattress dipping low at his side.

Right before Yoongi sinks into Jimin’s aching cock, he looks up into him and asks, “Shall I turn my settings up so it’s tighter for you?” He almost smiles.

“No,” Jimin holds his wrist.

“I like you like this. Whatever it is.”

Yoongi looks away as he sinks his ass into Jimin’s cock and Jimin half loses his mind. It’s so tight and it feels so fucking amazing. Yoongi shifts, slowly until his balls deep and Jimin sucks in a breath.

“Fuck.” It’s shaky and chipped at the edges Jimin barely recognizes his own voice.

“Fuck me?” Yoongi stares into Jimin’s brown orbs.

Jimin rocks them slowly first, his thighs clenching, his whole body clenching, his breathing heaved and Yoongi starts grinding down, riding him, and they find a heated rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin and wet, slick noises the only thing reverberating across the room.

“Yoongi,” Jimin gasps when the android whines at one point, when Jimin snaps his hips up and Yoongi slams his ass down, his lips parting and his eyes tightly shut. Yoongi has his head lolled back and his neck exposed, his adam apple bopping as he swallows. Jimin sucks at skin there hard enough to bruise.

He doesn’t remember exactly who finds who, but they meet in the middle, and Jimin finds their hands interlocked as he fucks into Yoongi, fucks him into oblivion, and he loses his self.

                                                            ✩

Androids sex are a thing. It’s a commonality in the world they now live in. It’s in fact very popular, in different districts and there are shit ton of kinks, settings and demand for droid sex because they aren’t human. They do things no human can and people like that shit. They crave it. People can fall in love with droids too; they fall in love with them all the time. Jimin doesn’t know if droids can actually fall in love, but he’s heard of cases, where droids had to be overwritten of their motherboards, or entirely re-coded because they supposedly fell in love. Most of the time with their makers since they probably spend the longest periods with. Other times with their owners. Jimin doesn’t really remember the news reported much about AI, frankly.

He wonders why the news doesn’t report or research on shit like how droids sleep (charging?), how peaceful and serene they can look sleeping. He sees the marks littered across Yoongi’s body and wonders if they fade over time like how his will. Or he can easily have them removed in a blink of an eye. Or do they actually stay on, permanently?

Yoongi sleeps on quietly, the lull of the aircon the only noise in the background. Jimin leans in and presses a soft kiss on his forehead, dresses up and leaves. He doesn’t like the way his heart squeezes.

“Oh Jiminie hyung,” He hears Jungkook call him from behind. He turns and smiles.

“Wild night?” Jungkook expression changes when he spots something at Jimin’s neck.

“Wilder than yours could ever be.” Jimin smirks. Jungkook coughs then heads off.

Jimin ends up running around the lakehouse for the next hour.

                                                            ✩

Everyone’s all packed and ready to leave but Jimin’s the last because after his run he decided to walk by the woods, taking in the freshness of the air and the calmness of the space. He fell asleep on the grass with the sun shining gently on his face. Taehyung found him and half carried him back to the lakehouse.

Jimin places his last item in his luggage and ignores Jungkook who honks every two minutes. He hears laughter and shouts from his window. When he gets up and reaches for his duffel bag he sees Zoe by the door. She looks at him intently. Jimin grins at her – what a sight to see her without Jin for once, a tease ready at the tip on his tongue, but she beats him to it.

“Got everything Jimin?”

“Yeah.” He smiles, pulling his luggage along. They meet by the doorway and she doesn’t move just yet. Holds his his wrist and asks, “You okay?”

It feels like a punch to the gut because it’s unfair how easy he’s read open like a book. Or maybe Zoe’s just really good at pulling apart frayed seams.

“Yeah I’m great.” Jimin beams brighter than usual. Zoe doesn’t prod and releases her grasp.

“Well, Yoongi is looking for you. He’s down by the lake.”

“Jungkook⁠—”

“He’ll wait⁠.” Zoe sing-songs then pats at Jimin’s arm before whistling down the stairs.

                                                           ✩

The droid stands by the pier, hands in his pockets, the wind ruffling at his hair.

“Zoe said you were looking for me?” Jimin clears his throat. Yoongi turns, and it’s odd seeing him in simple casual wear like an oversized shirt and basketball shorts. It’s odd how natural he blends in.

“Yes I wanted to say goodbye. And give you a hug.” He adds awkwardly. Something tugs at Jimin’s heartstrings.

“Oh. Sure. Well, I’m leaving now.” Jimin laughs nervously.

Yoongi walks towards him, and wraps his arms around his neck. The hug is tight and last longer than usual (Jimin doesn’t mind) and for a moment, he thought he almost felt Yoongi’s heartbeat through his thin black cotton.

“Thank you for last night. I have it favorited and stored under your folder.” Yoongi informs. His eyes curves into crescent and his lips curl upwards into a small smile. He thinks Yoongi looks so pretty like this.

“My folder—”

“Yeah you know—”

“—I know.” Jimin cuts him off. He has always been a curious kid, blazing into the world like fire through a barren forest. He burns like the summer’s air and cut like December’s frost. Yet when it comes to Yoongi, there’s a shake in his heart and he’s off-kilter and Jimin doesn’t like how it feels. Maybe he’s better off computing, storing, like Yoongi.

“Bye Yoongi.” Jimin smiles.

“Goodbye Jimin.”

Jimin never did well with farewells. That’s why he avoids it altogether.

“See you when I see you.” He laughs, when the air got a bit heavy and his eyes stung a little.

Yoongi just grinned. Jimin turns and half-runs back to the cars, lest he decides he never wants to fucking leave this place.

                                                                ✩

Yoongi watches, as the cars drove off, leaving smoke in the trails, melting into the summer air and the clouds decide it’s time for the sun to come out again.

There’s an automatic update Yoongi senses coming on and he doesn’t bother heading back into the house, in the shade. It’s not like he can feel the sunrays. He senses the heat, as he’s wired to, coded, to be as life-like as possible but he doesn’t perspire and his skin doesn’t actually prickle so he just stands there, by the road.

When the update finishes Yoongi roars back to life, and he...feels different. He accesses his drive and finds Jimin’s folder tucked in an entirely different independent drive, one he’s never known before. Yoongi frowns, and heads back to the house, his call sensor beeping from Jin’s dad, many miles away from here.

Yoongi writes a short message as he walks and sends it to his maker. Perhaps he would schedule an appointment with her, and asks about the independent drive.

He dreams of Jimin that night.

                                                               ✩

INPUT NEW: LOADING. . .

WAITING. . .

GENERATING. . .

NEW INPUT GENERATED

ADDED INTO ‘JIMINIE’

FAVOURITED.

01001001 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01111001 01101111 01110101 00100000 01101100 01101001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101000 01101001 01110011 00101110 00100000 01010111 01101000 01100001 01110100 01100101 01110110 01100101 01110010 00100000 01101001 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110011 00101110

                                                              ✩

END

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[brewyork]

With a nod to a departed brewery, Schenker Beer Company launches

Back in October of 2021, the New York beer scene was shocked over the sudden closure of Folksbier, a brewery in Brooklyn that had an production space and taproom in a small space on a residential street in Carroll Gardens. At the time of its closure, brewer Joey Pepper-Mellusi was at the helm and had gained a reputation for simple, beautiful beers, and it left many wondering what he’d get up to next.

Now, for the first time since 2021, Joey’s beers are available in New York City with his new brand, Schenker Beer Company. The Schenker beers are being brewed at Twelve Percent Beer Project in North Haven, Connecticut, but the beers will feel quite familiar to those who drank in the Folksbier taproom. The first three beers in the lineup include Emerald Gardens, an IPA with New Zealand-grown Nelson Sauvin and Motueka hops; Hellbier, a German-style Helles with heirloom barley and Perle, Hersbrucker, and Saphir hops; and Mandarin Glow-Up, a Berliner-style Weisse with mandarin juice and zest. If the Glow-Up seems familiar, the latter was a popular beer in a series back at Folksbier, though all three beers are continuing in the tradition of what Joey brewed in Brooklyn.

Schenker Beer Company will host two launch events this week in New York City, at Proletariat in the East Village Thursday, April 20th starting at 5pm, and at Gold Star Beer Counter in Prospect Heights Friday, April 21st at 3pm. Cans are already out in market at some of your favorite beer shops, too.

[nwbeerguide]

Breweries from the Pacific Northwest in cooperation with others across the nation, to support Sierra Nevada Brewing Company and the Camp Fire victims by brewing "Resilience IPA"

"Alone we can do so little; together we can do so much." – Helen Keller

Human beings by their very nature are competitive. It's the driving force, the fuel perpetuating evolution and it's the very reason we are the most dominant species on the planet. It also explains why every facet of our lives is inspired by competition. Without competitiveness, you would not have the smartphone in your hand, the garments adoring your frame, or the fuel transporting you from point a to point b. On rare occasions, competition can be reforged into cooperation as like-minded businesses collectively support of a cause.

Straight from the headlines from the past month, Sierra Nevada Brewing Company recently announced their support of families, friends, and strangers impacted by the Camp Fire; by brewing a special IPA called Resilience. with the goal of donating proceeds from every pint and keg sold towards the victims of the Camp Fire, Sierra Nevada has asked breweries across the nation to join them by brewing Resilience Butte Proud IPA. And the cooperative of independently-owned, craft breweries, didn't just respond by the tens, or hundreds but instead have responded by the thousands. To date, well over a thousand breweries have answered the call including breweries in Idaho, Oregon, and Washington.

More on Resilience Butte Proud IPA

As many of you are aware, Sierra Nevada Brewing Co. and our surrounding communities are in the midst of dealing with the still-active Camp Fire. Even though we are all living moment to moment trying to figure out who is safe and if our homes have been spared, the beauty of the human spirit still shines through. Learn more about the Resilience collaborative brewing project!

*Supported by Resilience, a side project and registered trademark of Schilling Beer Co.

Available in cans and draft, Sierra Nevada Brewing represents the beginning of a unique opportunity to support

Some of the breweries in the Pacific Northwest shared their inspiration behind supporting Sierra Nevada Brewing Company’s goal of raising money for Camp Fire victims.

We are proud to announce that we are joining Sierra Nevada and many others to brew Resilience IPA! 100% of all Resilience sales will be donated to the people who lost everything in the Camp Fire. 

In these increasingly divisive times, we need to support one another in the fight against climate change, discrimination, and stand against those who try to divide us!

Hunga Dunga Brewing Company of Moscow, Idaho

Also, look out for the following breweries in your area.

Payette Brewing Company LLC - Boise

Sockeye Brewing - Boise

Sawtooth Brewery - Hailey

Broken Horn Brewing - McCall

Edge Brewing Company - Boise

Lost Grove Brewing - Boise

Bear Island Brewing Company - Boise

Mad Swede Brewing LLC - Boise

Meanwhile, in Seattle’s Ballard neighborhood, brewery Lucky Envelope shared this.

We are proud to be contributing to Sierra Nevada's Resilience IPA campaign with 100 percent of the beer sales benefiting the Camp Fire Relief Fund. Over 1,000 breweries are participating to help California wildfire victims. Our take on the Resilience IPA will be available in about 2 weeks, so keep an eye out on social media for an official announcement!

Besides Lucky Envelope, here are a few of the breweries in Washington who have registered with Sierra Nevada to brew this beer:

Paradise Creek Brewery - Pullman

Wander Brewing - Bellingham

Silver City Brewery - Bremerton

Whipsaw Brewing - Ellensburg

Well 80 Artesian Brewing Co - Olympia

Postdoc Brewing - Redmond

Lantern Brewing - Seattle

Georgetown Brewing Co - Seattle

Hellbent Brewing Company - Seattle

Stoup Brewing - Seattle

DRU BRU - Snoqualmie Pass

Iron Goat Brewing - Spokane

No-Li Brewhouse - Spokane

Twelve String Brewing Co - Spokane

Everybody's Brewing - White Salmon

Bale Breaker Brewing Company - Moxee/Yakima

In Oregon, breweries like Ecliptic have stepped up and spoken up.

We are honored to be joining Sierra Nevada Brewing and many other breweries across the country to brew Resilience IPA. 100% of the beer’s proceeds will be going to support those impacted by the Camp Fire. It will be on tap in the pub in the upcoming weeks. #buttecountyproud

Besides Portland’s Ecliptic Brewing Company, breweries in every part of Oregon have submitted their support, including:

Double Mountain Brewery - Hood River

Hair of the Dog - Portland

Caldera Brewing - Ashland

Rogue Ales - Newport

Pelican Brewing Company - Pacific City

StormBreaker Brewing - Portland

Worthy Brewing - Bend

Crux Fermentation Project - Bend

Barley Brown's Beer - Baker City

Wild Ride Brewing - Redmond

Boneyard Beer - Bend

Allegory Brewing - McMinnville

Buoy Beer Company - Astoria

Deschutes Brewery - Bend

Level Beer - Portland

Flat Tail Brewing Co. - Corvallis

Oakshire Brewing - Eugene

7 Devil's Brewing company - Coos Bay

Salem Ale Works - Salem

As of this publication, 50+ breweries from Oregon, almost 50+ breweries from Washington, and around 10 from Idaho have announced their support of Sierra Nevada Resilience Butte Proud IPA.

I believe the list of participating breweries from our region is far from complete which is why I’m encouraging you to visit https://www.sierranevada.com/resilience-butte-county-proud-ipa to see if your favorite brewery is on the list. If not, we encourage you to reach out to the brewery and see if they are aware of this unique opportunity to support cooperation in spite of competition.

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[johnboothus]

We Asked 11 Brewers: What Classic Craft Beer Are You Drinking Right Now?

With the majority of the world under varying degrees of lockdown as governments attempt to combat the devastating effects of the novel coronavirus and subsequent Covid-19 pandemic, many beer drinkers are seeking comfort, relaxation, and familiarity in their beer choices.

Whether it takes the form of drinking your cellar, raiding the stash of bottles squirreled away for a rainy day, or returning to old, familiar classics, brewers and beer consumers alike are looking for the liquid form of pulling on your favorite sweatpants, but in a pint glass, bottle, or can.

From the OG Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, to beloved Belgian stalwart Orval, here’s what 11 brewers around the world are reaching for during this scary time.

“I’ve been getting down with some Ska Brewing True Blonde Ale. Crisp and delicious, this low-ABV classic American blonde is perfect for an all-day drinking session, especially with the weather in Denver warming up. It has also been helping in quarantine to help feel connected to some of my favorite homies. Ska has been one of my favorite breweries for the last 13 years and the people there are some of the nicest and most modest in the industry. Cracking this beer brings me back to anniversary parties of years past, skanking in the parking lot to some legendary ska bands, celebrating with friends that are more like family. I can’t wait for the day when I can make the trek back down to Durango to dance, hug, and crack a cold one with all of the rude boys and girls of the ska fam.” — Bess Dougherty, Head Brewer, Grateful Gnome Sandwich Shoppe and Brewery, Denver

“The classic craft beer I’m currently drinking is Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. The quality, consistency, and deliciousness is undeniable. I’ve been fortunate enough to have visited both of their beautiful, awe-inspiring campuses over the past few years and to say the experiences are life-changing for a small brewer is an understatement. Each sip takes me back and renews my gratitude to be a part of this industry and community.” — Joel Kodner, Head Brewer, West Palm Brewery, West Palm Beach, Fla.

“These days, I find myself drawn by session beers in general. Currently I am drinking Verdant Brewing Co.’s Lightbulb. I think this beer is one of the true bridge builders between modern and postmodern beer. It embodies many of the fruity elements that the NEIPAs have come to symbolize but with a remarkably low ABV for the style, and body enough to keep you interested.” — Søren Parker Wagner, Founder, Dry & Bitter Brewing Company, Copenhagen, Denmark

“Recently I have been getting reacquainted with Adnams, and in particular, Broadside. It’s autumn down here, and lockdown means time to cook up hearty dishes that scream out for this fruity malty masterpiece. I’m not sure I get the whiff of the salty sea air that Roger Protz once romantically tasted in the Adnams beers, but it does taste like Christmas cake, and spiked prunes. Delicious.” — Kieran Haslett-Moore, Head Brewer, North End Brewery, Waikanae, New Zealand

“During quarantine, I’ve mainly been supporting local breweries but I recently bought four bottles of Orval, and it reminded me why it’s always on lists like these. It’s appropriate for any mood or occasion. I had one right out of the bottle while grilling in my backyard and I served it in flutes on my wedding anniversary because I didn’t have any Champagne handy. It was perfect both times. Like a Pixar movie, Orval can be enjoyed on multiple levels. On the surface, it’s a simple, balanced beer that you don’t have to think about to enjoy. But, if you do feel like thinking about it, there’s so much to appreciate. It’s one of the few beers to truly showcase each ingredient — water, malt, hops, yeast. They are all there in perfect balance, but somehow each stands out on their own. It’s all elevated by a prickly carbonation from the secondary fermentation in the bottle, which also gives it a nearly unlimited shelf life. A perfect beer for any occasion that lasts forever — what else could you ask for in a quarantine beer?” — Michael Graham, Co-Founder, Austin Beer Works, Austin, Texas

“The lockdown situation has made us anxious to linger in the supermarkets perusing the craft beers on offer (usually Scottish or behemoth, no in-between) and with no local speciality shops, we’ve been enjoying ordering from similar-size breweries. So rather than relying on classics we’re delving head first into trying completely new things. The communal hashtag #CraftBeerHour has introduced us to so many small breweries all over the place and we’ve been loving having weekly care packages arriving. Most recently, Simon was sent a case of Belgian goodies from his family including his all-time fave Orval and my all-time fave Tripel Karmeliet, which are undeniable classics… but I’ve been getting stuck into everything I can get my hands on, from The Wild Beer Co. and Brass Castle. Next on the wish list is The Kernel. It’s a pain living hours away from any real beer scene, but we’re hoping things are changing and everyone is really pulling together at the moment and which we’ll truly applaud. Slàinte!” — Freja MacDougall, Co-founder, Ben Nevis Brewery, Glenfinnan, Scotland

“Jaipur is one of my favorite beers. It’s always been a safe port in a storm and one of the beers that really changed the game for me. Back in my Marble Brewery days, myself and fellow brewer Dom Driscoll spent quite a lot of time hanging out with Kelly Ryan, who was head brewer at Thornbridge at the time, and I remember them trialing early keg batches when everything around us was in cask, it felt like a giant step for both the beer and the U.K. scene… But the cask will always be my love. The body, honey notes, bitterness, and citrus notes all present in exact amounts for perfect balance to occur. There are a lot of happy memories in that beer and I’m sure there will be many more.” — Colin Stronge, Head Brewer, SALT Beer Factory, Saltaire, U.K.

“In the midst of all the new breweries and beers hitting the market these days, looking back at classic craft brews is not a bad idea. The first De Dolle Brouwers (DDB) beer I had was the revered Stille Nacht (around 2005). However, my favorites of theirs are probably Arabier and Oerbier. But, it is springtime, so I’ll go for the Arabier today. Arabier pours a beautiful pale orange with a frothing, white foam. The nose is estery, herbal, citrusy, floral, and messy in that beautiful DDB way. Tripel meets a strong Belgian pale, you could say. Well attenuated (but certainly not anorectic) and perfectly carbonated (high!). I love the integration of light fruity notes, herbal/grapefruit hoppy goodness, and a firm, rounded bitterness that coats my entire mouth. This beer represents what is so great about Belgian brewing: Brewers do whatever they want (I am sure there is a Flemish word for “f*ck rigid beer style guidelines”). I was lucky enough to visit DDB for the first time earlier this year, fell in love with the 100-plus-year-old brewhouse, and can’t wait to go back. Kris and Els are running a magical and uniquely personal place. But please don’t tell anyone — we want to keep it that way!” — Rune Lindgreen, Beer Developer & Ambassador, People Like Us, Copenhagen, Denmark

“One of my favorite breweries is Pizza Port. I grew up down in Orange County [Calif.] and was introduced to them when I came down to San Diego for a marathon in 1999. I loved the pizza and brewery vibe in Solana Beach and have been a fan ever since. In more recent years, I have been fortunate to pour beers at the same festivals, connect with their brewers and sales staff (hi, Jill!) and visit their San Clemente spot a few times a year while visiting friends and meeting with our sales team and distributors down there. My go-to Pizza Port beer is Swami’s IPA. It’s a classic West Coast IPA that instantly brings me back to beach town vibes. Swami’s is vacation mode in glass. I was fortunate enough to secure a sixtel for my home kegerator just as we were entering this new normal of sheltering in place. Suffice to say it did not last long, and I’m once again longing for my next pint of Swami’s IPA!” — Phil Cutti, Co-founder & Brewer, Headlands Brewing Co., San Francisco

“Right now I’ve got a triple-decocted Czech Pils from Notch in my glass and it’s absolutely gorgeous. When I’m brewing something similar, I try to seek out fresh (local) versions of the style. I love trying what my peers are putting out and learning from it, especially when it’s clean, crisp, and delightfully nuanced like this Pils!” — Gordon Whelpley, Head Brewer, Twelve Percent Beer Project, North Haven, Conn.

“To be honest, I have been drinking a lot of lagers that fall out of the craft category, or some by craft breweries as they try to introduce more of the style into their portfolios, but as one-offs do not fit into the classic category, either. However, if we were to discuss craft classics, there is one I always have in my cellar, and that is Orval. Orval is like the Kinder Egg of beers, because every bottle you open is a surprise. For each pour it feels like a different and exciting experience, and I can never figure out the precise age in which I prefer it, though I can definitely appreciate it fresh with the DH being present as well as an older, more Brett-forward version. And regardless, it is always delicious and will always warm my heart, quench my thirst, and bring a big smile to my face. When in doubt, Orval <3.” — Mariana Schneider, Brewer, Amager Bryghus, Copenhagen, Denmark

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Near North Haven, CT? Join us for spooky fun this THURSDAY, OCT 14, 6:30-7:30pm

Near North Haven, CT? Join us for spooky fun this THURSDAY, OCT 14, 6:30-7:30pm

The Twelve Percent Beer Project presents Brews and Boos: Talking Terror with E.C. Hanson and Patrick Moody Thursday, October 14, 2021 at 6:30 pm sharp at the Twelve Percent Beer Project 341 State St, North Haven, CT. I’ll be moderating this event, where we’ll talk about all things horror and some behind-the-scenes on what it’s like to be in Halloween mode all year long! E.C. Hanson earned his…

[isaiahrippinus]

We Asked 11 Brewers: What Classic Craft Beer Are You Drinking Right Now?

With the majority of the world under varying degrees of lockdown as governments attempt to combat the devastating effects of the novel coronavirus and subsequent Covid-19 pandemic, many beer drinkers are seeking comfort, relaxation, and familiarity in their beer choices.

Whether it takes the form of drinking your cellar, raiding the stash of bottles squirreled away for a rainy day, or returning to old, familiar classics, brewers and beer consumers alike are looking for the liquid form of pulling on your favorite sweatpants, but in a pint glass, bottle, or can.

From the OG Sierra Nevada Pale Ale, to beloved Belgian stalwart Orval, here’s what 11 brewers around the world are reaching for during this scary time.

“I’ve been getting down with some Ska Brewing True Blonde Ale. Crisp and delicious, this low-ABV classic American blonde is perfect for an all-day drinking session, especially with the weather in Denver warming up. It has also been helping in quarantine to help feel connected to some of my favorite homies. Ska has been one of my favorite breweries for the last 13 years and the people there are some of the nicest and most modest in the industry. Cracking this beer brings me back to anniversary parties of years past, skanking in the parking lot to some legendary ska bands, celebrating with friends that are more like family. I can’t wait for the day when I can make the trek back down to Durango to dance, hug, and crack a cold one with all of the rude boys and girls of the ska fam.” — Bess Dougherty, Head Brewer, Grateful Gnome Sandwich Shoppe and Brewery, Denver

“The classic craft beer I’m currently drinking is Sierra Nevada Pale Ale. The quality, consistency, and deliciousness is undeniable. I’ve been fortunate enough to have visited both of their beautiful, awe-inspiring campuses over the past few years and to say the experiences are life-changing for a small brewer is an understatement. Each sip takes me back and renews my gratitude to be a part of this industry and community.” — Joel Kodner, Head Brewer, West Palm Brewery, West Palm Beach, Fla.

“These days, I find myself drawn by session beers in general. Currently I am drinking Verdant Brewing Co.’s Lightbulb. I think this beer is one of the true bridge builders between modern and postmodern beer. It embodies many of the fruity elements that the NEIPAs have come to symbolize but with a remarkably low ABV for the style, and body enough to keep you interested.” — Søren Parker Wagner, Founder, Dry & Bitter Brewing Company, Copenhagen, Denmark

“Recently I have been getting reacquainted with Adnams, and in particular, Broadside. It’s autumn down here, and lockdown means time to cook up hearty dishes that scream out for this fruity malty masterpiece. I’m not sure I get the whiff of the salty sea air that Roger Protz once romantically tasted in the Adnams beers, but it does taste like Christmas cake, and spiked prunes. Delicious.” — Kieran Haslett-Moore, Head Brewer, North End Brewery, Waikanae, New Zealand

“During quarantine, I’ve mainly been supporting local breweries but I recently bought four bottles of Orval, and it reminded me why it’s always on lists like these. It’s appropriate for any mood or occasion. I had one right out of the bottle while grilling in my backyard and I served it in flutes on my wedding anniversary because I didn’t have any Champagne handy. It was perfect both times. Like a Pixar movie, Orval can be enjoyed on multiple levels. On the surface, it’s a simple, balanced beer that you don’t have to think about to enjoy. But, if you do feel like thinking about it, there’s so much to appreciate. It’s one of the few beers to truly showcase each ingredient — water, malt, hops, yeast. They are all there in perfect balance, but somehow each stands out on their own. It’s all elevated by a prickly carbonation from the secondary fermentation in the bottle, which also gives it a nearly unlimited shelf life. A perfect beer for any occasion that lasts forever — what else could you ask for in a quarantine beer?” — Michael Graham, Co-Founder, Austin Beer Works, Austin, Texas

“The lockdown situation has made us anxious to linger in the supermarkets perusing the craft beers on offer (usually Scottish or behemoth, no in-between) and with no local speciality shops, we’ve been enjoying ordering from similar-size breweries. So rather than relying on classics we’re delving head first into trying completely new things. The communal hashtag #CraftBeerHour has introduced us to so many small breweries all over the place and we’ve been loving having weekly care packages arriving. Most recently, Simon was sent a case of Belgian goodies from his family including his all-time fave Orval and my all-time fave Tripel Karmeliet, which are undeniable classics… but I’ve been getting stuck into everything I can get my hands on, from The Wild Beer Co. and Brass Castle. Next on the wish list is The Kernel. It’s a pain living hours away from any real beer scene, but we’re hoping things are changing and everyone is really pulling together at the moment and which we’ll truly applaud. Slàinte!” — Freja MacDougall, Co-founder, Ben Nevis Brewery, Glenfinnan, Scotland

“Jaipur is one of my favorite beers. It’s always been a safe port in a storm and one of the beers that really changed the game for me. Back in my Marble Brewery days, myself and fellow brewer Dom Driscoll spent quite a lot of time hanging out with Kelly Ryan, who was head brewer at Thornbridge at the time, and I remember them trialing early keg batches when everything around us was in cask, it felt like a giant step for both the beer and the U.K. scene… But the cask will always be my love. The body, honey notes, bitterness, and citrus notes all present in exact amounts for perfect balance to occur. There are a lot of happy memories in that beer and I’m sure there will be many more.” — Colin Stronge, Head Brewer, SALT Beer Factory, Saltaire, U.K.

“In the midst of all the new breweries and beers hitting the market these days, looking back at classic craft brews is not a bad idea. The first De Dolle Brouwers (DDB) beer I had was the revered Stille Nacht (around 2005). However, my favorites of theirs are probably Arabier and Oerbier. But, it is springtime, so I’ll go for the Arabier today. Arabier pours a beautiful pale orange with a frothing, white foam. The nose is estery, herbal, citrusy, floral, and messy in that beautiful DDB way. Tripel meets a strong Belgian pale, you could say. Well attenuated (but certainly not anorectic) and perfectly carbonated (high!). I love the integration of light fruity notes, herbal/grapefruit hoppy goodness, and a firm, rounded bitterness that coats my entire mouth. This beer represents what is so great about Belgian brewing: Brewers do whatever they want (I am sure there is a Flemish word for “f*ck rigid beer style guidelines”). I was lucky enough to visit DDB for the first time earlier this year, fell in love with the 100-plus-year-old brewhouse, and can’t wait to go back. Kris and Els are running a magical and uniquely personal place. But please don’t tell anyone — we want to keep it that way!” — Rune Lindgreen, Beer Developer & Ambassador, People Like Us, Copenhagen, Denmark

“One of my favorite breweries is Pizza Port. I grew up down in Orange County [Calif.] and was introduced to them when I came down to San Diego for a marathon in 1999. I loved the pizza and brewery vibe in Solana Beach and have been a fan ever since. In more recent years, I have been fortunate to pour beers at the same festivals, connect with their brewers and sales staff (hi, Jill!) and visit their San Clemente spot a few times a year while visiting friends and meeting with our sales team and distributors down there. My go-to Pizza Port beer is Swami’s IPA. It’s a classic West Coast IPA that instantly brings me back to beach town vibes. Swami’s is vacation mode in glass. I was fortunate enough to secure a sixtel for my home kegerator just as we were entering this new normal of sheltering in place. Suffice to say it did not last long, and I’m once again longing for my next pint of Swami’s IPA!” — Phil Cutti, Co-founder & Brewer, Headlands Brewing Co., San Francisco

“Right now I’ve got a triple-decocted Czech Pils from Notch in my glass and it’s absolutely gorgeous. When I’m brewing something similar, I try to seek out fresh (local) versions of the style. I love trying what my peers are putting out and learning from it, especially when it’s clean, crisp, and delightfully nuanced like this Pils!” — Gordon Whelpley, Head Brewer, Twelve Percent Beer Project, North Haven, Conn.

“To be honest, I have been drinking a lot of lagers that fall out of the craft category, or some by craft breweries as they try to introduce more of the style into their portfolios, but as one-offs do not fit into the classic category, either. However, if we were to discuss craft classics, there is one I always have in my cellar, and that is Orval. Orval is like the Kinder Egg of beers, because every bottle you open is a surprise. For each pour it feels like a different and exciting experience, and I can never figure out the precise age in which I prefer it, though I can definitely appreciate it fresh with the DH being present as well as an older, more Brett-forward version. And regardless, it is always delicious and will always warm my heart, quench my thirst, and bring a big smile to my face. When in doubt, Orval <3.” — Mariana Schneider, Brewer, Amager Bryghus, Copenhagen, Denmark

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Wandering Into the Fog with Abomination Brewing

Big beers and bold art are where it's at for Abomination Brewing

Like man breweries, Abomination Brewing was started in a garage by friends Joe Feldman and Josh Arno.  Word got around that they were making great beers and people started to ask them to brew beers for their events, finally growing to the point they needed to expand and become an actual brewery.  The pair tells us that the name comes from the abomination that was their homebrew kit.  Pieced together from whatever could be find, in the true spirit of the hobby.

Abomination is a nomadic brewer, partnering with Twelve Percent Beer Project.  You've likely heard this type of arrangement referred to as "gypsy brewing", but that term can be considered offensive.  Arno and Feldman speak very highly of their friends at Twelve Percent.  In a couple short years they've been able to get their beer into 32 states thanks to the partnership.  However, they are on the lookout for their own space.  Feldman tells us a bit about that, but says to stay tuned for the full story soon.

As the conversation goes on and the beer keeps flowing we dive into the more important topics, like a heated discussion on the best type of hot dog and condiments.  We talk long boils and blow the minds of Abomination when we tell tales of 24-hour boils which leads us to invent the "boil solera."  With art being a big part of their brand we also discuss the labels and artists and find out there is a common connection between beer art and cigar art.

Abomination Social Distancing Collaboration

A global pandemic can really put a damper on the community aspect of brewing.  Collaborations allow brewers to get away from home for a bit and share and learn from other brewers, all while making tasty beers.  Abomination Brewing was feeling down about the current state of the world (gestures broadly at everything) and decided to get their brewing friends together for Social Distancing Collaboration.  The goal is to "brew a beer together, but responsibly apart," with each brewery putting their own spin on this DDH DIPA.  Check out more info and the list of participating breweries right hurr.

We had a fun conversation with some great beer talk and a bit of going off the rails.  Make sure to check out the show and look for Abomination at your local stores.

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• At the University of Maryland, my first year I started off planning to major in art because I was interested in theatre design, stage design or television design. – Jim Henson

• Beaten biscuits: This is the most laborious of cakes, and also the most unwholesome, even when made in the best manner. We do not recommend it; but there is no accounting for tastes. Children would not eat these biscuits-nor grown persons either, if they can get any other sort of bread. When living in a town where there are bakers, there is no excuse for making Maryland biscuit. Believe nobody that says they are not unwholesome. . . . Better to live on Indian cakes. – Eliza Leslie • During the War of the Rebellion, a new and influential club was established in the city of Baltimore in the State of Maryland – Jules Verne • Every Maryland family wants financial security, schools that work, quality healthcare, safer neighborhoods, and ever-expanding economic opportunity. These are the building blocks of a superior quality of life. – Bob Ehrlich

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I took pride in our Italian American heritage and to be the first woman speaker of the House and the first Italian American speaker of the House, it’s quite thrilling for me. – Nancy Pelosi • I went from a naive, regular girl in high school to trying to realize my dream. When my family moved from the East Coast to California, I thought in my little brain, “Wow, I’m going to Hollywood. I could actually make this happen.” It was easier for me to think it’s possible living in a place like Los Angeles than trying to do it in suburban Maryland. – Joan Jett • I went to Goucher College in Maryland for the best possible reasons – to learn – but then I dropped out at 19 for the best possible reasons – to become a writer. – Anne Lamott • I’m about to challenge for the Maryland Cup in the next couple of years, as an owner, a trainer, and a rider. – Davy Jones • I’m so proud of Maryland’s firefighters, risking their lives to protect others, but we need to protect our protectors with the best equipment training and resources – Barbara Mikulski • In 1966 the ACS formulated a State Model Cancer Act which was instrumental in the enactment of anti-quackery laws now enforced in 9 states…In California (it is a) felony…The use of unproven methods is also a criminal offense in Colorado, Illinois, Kentucky, Maryland, Nevada, North Dakota, Ohio, and Pennsylvania. – Jane Brody • In my state [ Maryland] we’ve lost jobs to NAFTA, we did not gain jobs from NAFTA. But I think it’s very difficult when your state is right up against the northern border, you do see things differently. – Barbara Mikulski • In the sense of media saying this about themselves, I drive to my kids’ school in upstate New York through rural Virginia, Maryland, Pennsylvania, New York; [Donald] Trump signs everywhere. – Mary Matalin • In times of adversity – for the country we love – Maryland always chooses to move forward. Progress is a choice. Job creation is a choice. Whether we move forward or back: this too is a choice. – Martin O’Malley • Industrial agriculture now accounts for over half of America’s water pollution. Two years ago, Pfiesteria outbreaks connected with wastes from industrial chicken factories forced the closure of two major tributaries of the Chesapeake and threatened Maryland’s vital shellfish industry. Tyson Foods has polluted half of all streams in northwestern Arkansas with so much fecal bacteria that swimming is prohibited. Drugs and hormones needed to keep confined animals alive and growing are mainly excreted with the wastes and saturate local waterways. – Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. • It is hard to imagine, but in a Maryland school, a 13- year old girl was arrested for refusing to say the pledge of allegiance. There is more at work than stupidity and a flight from responsibility on the part of educators, parents and politicians who maintain these laws, there is also the growing sentiment that young people constitute a threat to adults and that the only way to deal with them is to subject them to mind-crushing punishment. – Henry Giroux • Living in Maryland, I saw that the opportunities were far greater in California than back home. – Christina Milian • Many Saturday mornings, I take 495 from Fairfax to Maryland in the morning, and I’m astonished by the speed of many of the drivers. Even when I drive 70 mph, I’m being passed by people driving 80-90+ at times. – Robert James Thomson • My capital budget maintains my commitment to the education of children, health of the Chesapeake Bay, and safety of all Maryland citizens. We will continue to focus on the five pillars of my Administration as we build today and look forward to the projects of the future. – Bob Ehrlich • My father was a preacher in Maryland and we had crab feasts – with corn on the cob, but no beer, being Methodist – outside on the church lawn. – Tori Amos • My problem with Obama is that he’s not a new paradigm; he’s an old paradigm. A new paradigm would be somebody like Harold Ford [former Democratic Congressman from Tennessee] or Michael Steele [former Republican Lieutenant Governor of Maryland], no relation, both of whom present themselves as individuals, and don’t seem to wear a mask. They don’t ‘bargain;’ they don’t ‘challenge.’ So, I see them as fresh, and as evidence of what I hope will be a new trend. – Shelby Steele • Now, a recent study from cardiologists at the University of Maryland, has shown that laughter may have a beneficial effect on the heart. – Allen Klein • Once I took a bus from my home in Maryland to Philadelphia to live on the streets with some musicians for a few weeks, and then my parents sent me to boarding school at Andover to shape me up. – Olivia Wilde • The constitutions of Maryland and New York are founded in higher wisdom. – Ezra Stiles • The four most dangerous words in finance are ‘this time is different.’ Thanks to this masterpiece by Carmen Reinhart at the University of Maryland and Kenneth Rogoff of Harvard, no one can doubt this again. . . . The authors have put an immense amount of work into collecting the data financial institutions needed if they were to have any chance of making quantitative risk management work. – Martin Wolf • There were just moments of the punk scene and I realized that I had to capture it. There was also this photographer in our preschool – I went to a Montessori school in Baltimore, Maryland – and they had this photographer come and take all these incredible photographs. They looked like they were from Life magazine. – Jeff Vespa • This grant gave me more than memories; it gave me a crucial experience that is formative to all writers: the ability to perceive that we become writers in exile, where what we write is the only link across distance and time…I became a Maryland writer because the community of Juneau took me in. – Paula Vogel • Virginia and Maryland attorneys argued this is a national problem and needs a national solution. I’m hoping that with a federal court agreeing this is inequitable, Congress will now act and do the right thing for the District. – Walter Smith • We moved to Baltimore, Maryland, in 1979, when I was five. The funny thing is that, even though Baltimore had one of the top murder rates in the country in those days, I grew up hearing about how dangerous New York was. – Philipp Meyer • Well I am from Annapolis Maryland. I went to High school in Baltimore, but I grew up in Annapolis. It was a cute town. We lived on a waterfront community. It was good, even though I don’t really fit the preppy boater kind of style. – Christian Siriano • While I am in favor of the Government promptly enforcing the laws for the present, defending the forts and collecting the revenue,I am not in favor of a war policy with a view to the conquest of any of the slave States; except such as are needed to give us a good boundary. If Maryland attempts to go off, suppress her in order to save the Potomac and the District of Columbia. Cut a piece off of western Virginia and keep Missouri and all the Territories. – Rutherford B. Hayes • Yeah, I did some small parts in high school and the first year of college and then fairly soon thereafter I settled into the backstage scenery, and then at the University of Maryland I was doing posters for their productions. – Jim Henson [clickbank-storefront-bestselling]

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