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↳ CHOI SOOBIN: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °stay stay stay ꒱ by @tyunlatte ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °demonstration ꒱ by @mimziie🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °garden ꒱ by @beom-pyu🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °misleading ꒱ by @jungwnies☁️

- ≡;- ꒰ °prettiest in the room ꒱ by @jungwnies☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °utterly infatuated ꒱ by @aakomii🕊️

↳ CHOI YEONJUN: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °about love ꒱ by @tyunlatte🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ ° (so tell me more) about love ꒱ by @tyunlatte🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °under the stars ꒱ by @i5gyus🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °the midnight library ꒱ by @yevnnie🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °please...stop it ꒱ by @yevnnie☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °make your heart stop ꒱ by @tyunlatte🕊️

↳ CHOI BEOMGYU: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °ephemeral ꒱ by @beom1e ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °not your average boyfriend ꒱ by @slytherinshua☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °monster among men ꒱ by @tyuninthemirror☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °giddy! ꒱ by @gyusluvs☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °disconnected ꒱ by @scintillasofbeomgyu🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °totally unlabeled kisses ꒱ by @heart2beom🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °the colour red ꒱ by @joyofkinoko☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °enchanted! ꒱ by @ihrtrep ☁️🕊️

↳ KANG TAEHYUN: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °the case (series) ꒱ by @tinietaehyun☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °star crossed lovers rivals ꒱ by @tinietaehyun☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °kiss the boy! ꒱ by @ihrtrep🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °she looks so perfect ꒱ by @tyuninthemirror🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °valentine ꒱ by @tyuninthemirror🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °2:54 ꒱ by @agustdiv1ne🕊️

↳ HUENING KAI: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °talk fast ꒱ by @tyuninthemirror🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °stuck by glue ꒱ by @tyunlatte🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °coffee date ꒱ by @gyudiarys🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °fairy of shampoo ꒱ by @beom-pyu🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °end up here ꒱ by @tyuninthemirror🕊️

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↳ CHOI SOOBIN: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °paper hearts ꒱ by @soobmint ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °copyccino ꒱ by @fairybinie ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °red string of fate ꒱ by @cathyun ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °somewhere only we know ꒱ by @loveliestfelix☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °nineteen ꒱ by @yeonjunszn☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °twenty two꒱ by @yeonjunszn☁️🕊️💌

↳ CHOI YEONJUN: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °until you’re home ꒱ by @lost-leopard-beanie ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °mine again ꒱ by @boba-beom 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °how to fall back in love with yeonjun ꒱ by @gyu-xiao ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °the way i loved you ꒱ by @eundiarys ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °no one but you ꒱ by @yeonboy☁️🕊️

↳ CHOI BEOMGYU: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °your place is empty ꒱ by @theynchapter ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °what about us? ꒱ by @beomgyuls ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °run ꒱ by @loveliestfelix ☁️

- ≡;- ꒰ °voices ꒱ by @soobmint ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °amortentia ꒱ by @bffsoobin ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °doomed from the start ꒱ by @gyumlkyway ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °how to get the girl ꒱ by @ijhyo ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °ugly district ꒱ by @jjuxii ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °balance game ꒱ by @yeonjunszn ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °teddy bear ꒱ by @simplygyuu 🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °create a sim(p)! ꒱ by @ssunnae ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °mikrokosmos ꒱ by @soobpricity ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °casted ꒱ by @iyeonjuni ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °e-daters! ꒱ by @suwbuns ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °our love in dandelions ꒱ by @hyuukais ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °take me where your heart is ꒱ by @loveliestfelix ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °be sweet (i wanna believe in you) ꒱ by @beomsight ☁️

- ≡;- ꒰ °call you later ꒱ by @heart2beom 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °a recipe for love ꒱ by @tinietaehyun 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °14:56 ꒱ by @taegyuun 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °nouvelle crown ꒱ by @simplygyuu ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °for worse and for better ꒱ by @jjunis ☁️🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °kiss, don't tell꒱ by @fairybinie ☁️🕊️💌

↳ KANG TAEHYUN: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °against all odds ꒱ by @fairyofthestar ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °valentine ꒱ by @fairyofthestar ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °mind over heart ꒱ by @fairyofthestar 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °blurry lines ꒱ by @pr0dbeomgyu ☁️🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °rain and vanilla lattes ꒱ by @tyunlatte 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °beverly hills ꒱ by @angelictaehyun 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °game over ꒱ by @tyunlatte 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °little wishes ꒱ by @heartchoi 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °it’s a cat! ꒱ by @cathyun 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °americano ꒱ by @boba-beom 🕊️

↳ HUENING KAI: ༉‧₊˚✧

- ≡;- ꒰ °bus 304 ꒱ by @iyeonjuni 🕊️💌

- ≡;- ꒰ °apple cider ꒱ by @tyunlatte 🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °new adjustment ꒱ by @gyua🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °marmalade memories ꒱ by @itgirlgyu🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °oh! my mistake?! ꒱ by @tyunlatte🕊️

- ≡;- ꒰ °take one, scene one & action! ꒱ by @angelbythewindow🕊️

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pairing: five hargreeves x f!reader

summary: in which, she learns the hard way that things don’t always last forever

pronouns used: she/her

Y/n Alora Blackwood, 'the light', was a peculiar child, not only because of her personality, but also because of the special abilities she possesses. She could control light, meaning she could absorb, create, shape and manipulate light. However, that wasn't her only ability, the young girl was also able to move at light-speed, travelling from one place to another in a blink of an eye.

Her mother, Alora May Blackwood was one out of the forty-three women that had gotten pregnant out of nowhere on October 1st, 1989. Although shocked and confused, Alora couldn't help but grow fond of the cute baby girl, so she had made the decision to keep her, even when Sir Hargreeves had tried to bribe her into trading her child for money.

Now, despite not being an 'official' adopted child of Reginald Hargreeves, she still managed to get along with the seven siblings, well- all except for one, Five Hargreeves.

She didn't know how it began, but as each training session and missions went by, the two suddenly felt the need to prove how they were better than the other, going from bickering on whose power was more great to arguing every second of the day over the most littlest of things -- and honestly, at that point, every Hargreeves sibling knew that there was no way any of them would be able to stop an argument between the duo as soon as they catch sight of one another.

It was stupid, really, but Y/n couldn't help but smile at the memories whilst she lays on her bed late at night, staring up at the ceiling window as the moonlight shone on her face, her pretty (e/c) eyes glimmering in the dim room.

But her joyful thoughts of the boy were soon crushed. Then again, all good things must come to an end, right?

───

A familiar ring of a bell rang through the academy, signalling the kids that it was now time to eat dinner. One by one, each young Hargreeves and Y/n ran down the stairs and into the dining room, standing up straight behind their seats as they waited for Reginald to arrive.

On one side of the table sat Luther, who was exchanging love eyes at Allison — next to him was Diego, who was too busy using his knife to carve into the wooden table to even pay attention to what was going on around him. Five, who was beside him, had a tight grip on the butter knife in his hand as he glared at his father during the entire mealtime.

At the head of the table, across Reginald, was Vanya, who kept glancing quick and worried looks towards Five.

Then, on the right hand side of the table sat Y/n, her cheek resting on her fist as she played with the food on her plate — possibly daydreaming about what her future could look like. Ben sat beside her, holding a book in one hand whilst he held a fork in the other to eat. On the other side of him was Klaus, who was sneakily rolling up a joint under the table. And lastly, Allison kept smiling and sending flirty looks towards the boy across from her.

Suddenly, the peaceful silence was soon interrupted by the sound of a knife being stabbed into the table. Everyone looked up or was snapped out of whatever they were doing and glanced towards where the sound came from.

Five.

"I have a question," the boy said, ignoring the looks of his siblings and Y/n as he continued to stare at his father.

"Knowledge is an admirable goal," Reginald responded, "but you know the rules, no talking during meal times. You are interrupting Herr Carlson!"

Five glanced at his plate for a quick moment before pushing it away from him, causing it to clank against Y/n's own.

She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, but his head was already turned to the direction of his father.

"I want to time travel," he announced, noticing the way Y/n frowned from the corner of his eye.

"No."

"But I'm ready," Five then stood up from his seat, "I've been practicing my spatial jumps just like you said."

One second he was in front of her and then the next, he was suddenly in the space between Reginald and Allison.

"See?"

"A spatial jump is trivial compared to the unknowns of time travel. One is like sliding along the ice. The other is akin to descending blindly into the depths of the freezing water and reappearing as an acorn."

Five seemed to have thought over his words for a moment before speaking up again. "I don't get it."

"Hence why you're not ready."

The boy turned to his sister, Vanya, who shook her head in disagreement — hoping that he'll sit back down and continue eating his food like the moment never happened.

Seeing as he didn't get the answer he wanted from her, he turned towards Y/n, who watched him with worried eyes, mouthing the words 'don't do it, five!'

"I'm not afraid," said Five once more.

"Fear is not the issue. The effects it may have on your body, even your mind are far too unpredictable," Everyone could tell that the old man was starting to get frustrated as he threw down his cutlery. "Now, I forbid you to talk about this anymore!"

Much to Y/n's horror, Five turned on his heel and marched for the exit.

"Shit!" The girl whispered, scrambling up from her chair as she ran after the boy.

"Number Five! Y/n! Come back here this instant! You haven't been excused!" The old man's voice boomed throughout the hall as she used her powers to speed towards Five.

"Five!" she shouted as she tugged on the back of his blazer, putting him to a stop. "Don't, please."

Scoffing, the boy finally turned to come face to face with a worried-looking Y/n Blackwood. Though he doesn't want to admit it, the expression on her face really made him want to rethink his entire decision.

"If I can have the chance to prove that I'm better then I'll take it, Blackwood! I've been waiting for this my whole life and I am not going to back down from this."

"Yeah? And what if you don't come back, huh? What if you get stuck in time and never find a way home?”

Five narrows his eyes at her, noticing how she was still clutching onto his sleeve. "Are you really doubting my skills? My abilities?"

"This is your first time time travelling, you idiot! Of course, I'm going to have doubts and you should as well!"

"Listen Y/n," the boy lowered his voice as he neared the girl. "This isn't any of your fucking business, alright? It isn't your place to tell me what I should and shouldn't do! I'll do whatever I want and no one, not even you, can stop that, okay, starshine?"

His voice was sickly sweet as he hissed in her ear.

And with a blink, he disappeared.

Defeated, Y/n dragged herself back to the Academy where Allison and Klaus stood by the door, waiting hopefully for the both of them to come back. Their expressions soon faltered once they caught sight of the girl returning all by herself.

"I really tried to stop him."

Immediately, she was brought into a warm embrace by the two siblings, causing her to smile sadly as she nuzzled her nose into Alison's neck.

"He'll come back, Y/n," said Allison in hopes that it'll comfort her. "You know how Five is, he always has to prove how he's better than all of us. Surely it won't be that long till he comes back."

"Yeah," Klaus spoke up, "He might be back in an hour, you know?"

Unbeknownst to them, in that same very spot — seventeen years later, stood a boy, staring at what seemed to be left of his home.

"Y/n! Vanya! Ben!" His shouts echoed throughout the nothingness as his breathing began to quicken.

Giving up, Five dropped down to his knees as he looked at his home with teary eyes.

He had no way out of here. He was stuck in what seemed to be the future.

If only he had listened to her.

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let’s all pretend that this is definitely not the prologue of my upcoming five x reader book

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holyfuck okay i don’t know if you would be okay with writing this but like the last requester, the wedding scene just did something to my feelings and what if,, five and reader broke up in 1963 texas and during the wedding scene they ended up sitting in the same table and the reader says “don’t look at me like that” and five asks what look and she says “like you still love me” and it’s just mutual pining since they still love each other and angst and deargod my heart

I HAVE MORE ANGST TODAYYYYYYY

warnings: long for me; five says fuck a lot; swearing; five breaking the reader's heart; angry confession; reader being set; reader denying anything and everything; reader being hurt (emotionally); female reader; reader is a fan of chocolate

tags: @mad-elia

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE

He had wrecked you.

“I don’t think… I-” He pinched the bridge of his nose, his eyes scrunched up. “We can’t do this anymore. You’re my wife, and I love you. But I’m not… in love with you. Do you know what I mean?”

He had wrecked you, but you stood taller, agreeing with the man child. So he didn’t love you after every piece of you was offered to him on a silver platter. He didn’t love you after you nursed him back to health in the apocalypse. He didn’t love you after you assured him that it wasn’t his fault all of you were separated, stuck in time. 

He didn’t love you.

“No,” you laughed breathily, strained. “I get it. I totally get it. It’s no problem-”

“I’m glad,” he said, giving you a tired smile. “Now, I suggest we both go get some sleep. It’s been a hellish twenty days, hasn’t it?”

~*~

You had grabbed a tight-fitting sweater and overall shorts. It was much better than the uniform, you had to admit. 

You hopped down the stairs of the hotel, greeting your brothers and sister in law. 

Correction: Ex-in-laws.

“Good morning, peeps! How are we all doing?”

“Excellently, dear sister of mine,” Klaus responded. You stiffened; he didn’t notice. “And how are you this morning?”

You were crying all night.

“I’m amazing. Best sleep of my life.”

Allison’s shirt was soaked.

“Mimosa, (Y/N)?” Five called out from behind the bar. He was dressed in a t-shirt, a flannel and a vest…and a fedora. A plaid one.

“You look like you’re retiring and about to go on a fishing trip with the grandkids.”

“Oh ha ha,” he mocked, starting to pour you a drink. “You sleep well?”

“Best one yet. I don’t care if the mattress smells like sweat.”

His nose wrinkled. “Do you need me to run and grab you some new sheets?”

“I think I’ll take a trip today; I have nothing better to do anyway.”

He nodded. “Just be careful- there are a lot of alleyways that weird shit happens in.”

“Oh, well that makes me feel better.”

Before he could respond Klaus ran up to the both of you. “Okay, so I know that you’re retired Five, and I’m assuming your lovely wife-” You both winced; again, he didn’t notice…or he didn’t care. “-is also in retirement. What do you two say to a road trip? It’s what retired people do! You two, me, the countryside! What do you say?”

Five looked at you; you looked at Five and shrugged.

He won’t go. He would never.

“I got nothing better to do,” you said, smiling up at Klaus. He clapped his hands together in child-like joy, bouncing up and down slightly.

“Wonderful! And you, you old geezer?”

“I guess I’m in.”

Well, fuck me.

~*~

Five had pulled out a map of tourist locations in Pennsylvania, pointing things out to Klaus as he was driving. He ranted on and on about these things, just like an old man in retirement. He turned around and pointed them out to you, too, explaining things that may cater to your tastes.

“Okay, okay, listen to me, Five. Hold on.”

“Alright,” he said, smiling sarcastically. You felt bad; this was the first thing he was really enthusiastic about- the happy kind of enthusiastic. Not the obsessive, overbearing cloud of stopping the apocalypse. “I’m all ears.”

“So, I lied. We are going to Pennsylvania to find my birth mother!” he shouted, as if he were making an announcement. Your mouth dropped open. Well, now Five would be really pissed. 

“Are you kidding me?!”

“No! But if I told you, you wouldnt’ve come. (Y/N) would’ve because she’s just a sweetheart like that-”

“Thank you?” 

“You’re welcome, (Y/N/N), you beautiful soul.” You made a face- something between confused and unsurprised. “You would not have come! I chose you two for emotional support?”

“Emotional support?” Five hissed. “You-”

“I did.”

You buried your head in your hands.

“BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE!” you heard Five shout. You shot up, only to see the sign presenting the words “WORLD’S BIGGEST BALL OF TWINE.”

“No, Five!”

“Come on-”

Five leaned over the seat quickly, gaining control of the wheel. You squeaked as the car made a sharp turn, almost running into two others. One nearly grazed your door.

“We’re going to die!” Klaus shouted.

You agreed.

~*~

Five was impressed with the ball of twine. It wasn’t a bad trip, you realized. You’d witnessed wonderful things there, including the validation Five had been craving from his siblings.

It was so nice, in fact, that Five had held your hand lightly as he was looking at it. Your eyes were wide and staring at your hands, but he was just looking at the twine.

He’d broken up with you in Dallas about fifty years before, technically. But to you, it was a few days. 

You’d been crying every single night. You haven’t been eating as much. 

So you pulled it back, crossing your arms, playing it off as if you were cold. He noticed. He noticed nearly everything, really. He quickly looked down at his empty hand, and then back at the ball of twine, something unreadable in his eyes.

So, here you were. One of Five’s favorites was playing, and he was singing along. You were sitting on top of the car, looking out upon the cows in the field.

He kicked the top of the car.

“Yes, Five?”

“What do you think about Hershey Park?”

“Won’t we need money for that?”

“Not if I can jump us in-”

“That’s illegal. And, along with that, I was making plans to move to New York. There’s a few jobs in my department; I can go to high school there, apply to a couple colleges. I can start over.”

He was quiet for a few seconds, the silence fragile.

“I see.”

“What are you going to be doing with your retirement, Five?”

“Go to Hershey Park.”

You cackled, throwing your head back. “Yes, because you love chocolate so much.”

“No, but you do. I thought you might want to go.”

Your heart stilled. “Thanks for the thought, Five. I appreciate it.”

The wave came through then; you could feel it rush through your system. And gone were the cows. Five clearly realized that too, stumbling out of the car, immediately looking at you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, but I don’t think the cows are,” you said, looking at the empty field.

“Can’t I get one fucking day off?” he whispered to himself.

~*~

It had been days since then. Five had gotten you new sheets; you had thanked him; he’d been looking at you; you’ve been looking away.

And on and on and on goes the cycle.

So here you were, watching the happy couple dance, nursing your drink. Maybe your last one.

But suddenly he was in front of you, his hand outstretched, beckoning you forward.

Wordlessly, you took that oh-so-familiar hand, and let him lead you to the dance floor.

He held you closely, a little too closely, your chests pressed together, his chin on top of your head.

“What are you doing, Five?”

“I’m dancing with my wife, what else do you think I’m doing?”

“Uh- Five…I thought we broke up. You aren’t in love with me, remember? You just…I don’t know. Love me? I’m not your wife anymore, Cinco.”

“We’re not divorced yet, Sweetheart.” He dipped you, you looked into his eyes. You looked into them and saw everything. You didn’t understand any of it.

He hadn’t called you “Sweetheart” in a long time, either.

“Don’t call me that, Five. And don’t look at me like that, either.”

“Like what?”

“Like you love me.”

“Darling,” he whispered, moving one of his hands to your head, threading his fingers through your hair. He moved his head lower, too, burying his face in your hair. He pressed his lips to your head. “I do. I was wrong. I don’t know what came over me- maybe it was…I don’t know. What I do know is that I am desperately and wholly in love with a woman that deserves so much more than me. But, by some miracle, that woman fell in love with the scum on the bottom of her shoe, and that little shit took it all for granted.”

You stiffened.

“I’m in love with you, (Y/N) Hargreeves.”

“Not a Hargreeves.”

He pulled you in a little closer.

“We’re not divorced yet.”

“Yet.”

“And it won’t happen.”

“And how do you know that?”

“Because I don’t think there are any lawyers around here to make it official. Just because the ring is off doesn’t make it legally undone. And-” He stopped himself, pulling away to look you dead in the eyes. You turned your head away; he gently turned it back, keeping it in place. “-I will not be stopping until I earn that love back, even if I’m still about as much as the dirt on the bottom of those heels.”

You pulled away for the final time, abandoning the dance floor, leaving him alone.

~*~

You two were stuck together again for the first time since the wedding. None of you spoke, you just stood there, wandering the hotel.

You decided to break the silence. “So is this the other shoe, or did it drop a while ago? Oh my god, do you think these monster guardian things have multiple pairs of legs?”

He wrinkled his eyebrows, but answered. “I hope they don’t. More work for us.”

A noise erupted from the silence, he pulled you to him by your waist.

“Five, really?”

“I told you. I’m earning love back.”

“Protecting me isn’t gonna-”

“Then what will? I don’t care that we may have minutes to live and that everything outside of this God-forsaken hotel is destroyed. I’ll find a way to make it happen. Here-” With sure, and oddly steady, hands he reached into his pocket, producing something you thought you left behind. “I have this. Do you remember the day I gave you this?”

Your ring. The silver band you’ve worn since what felt like forever. 

“I remember.”

He slid it onto your finger; you let him.

“Then you remember what I said to you-”

“You don’t- Five, you meant it then. That doesn’t mean-”

“Oh, (Y/N),” he snarled, angry now. Your eyes widened at the change of tone. “You can’t honestly think my feelings have changed. I was a fool. I was being stupid. I don’t know what the hell was going through my head, but I broke you the fuck apart. I knew I was wrong the second I said it. I’ve been trying, (Y/N). I’ve been trying to work up again, but clearly you need for me to tell you because you are in such fucking denial that you can’t see what’s right in front of you. I am in love with you, Mrs. Hargreeves. And that’s not changing for shit, so you better get used to it, whether you want to stay together or not.”

You wanted to stay. You did. 

But his mind could change just as easily as it did before.

“Five, your mind-”

“Is set. You’re it. Sorry for the inconvenience.”

And then you laughed. It was breathy, and marred by your tears, but he began to laugh too. He pulled you into his chest, breathing you in.

“Please. Just… stay. Please. If we do this, if we save the universe in the million to one chance we have, I’ll spend every day for the rest of my life making it up to you.”

“Starting with Hershey Park?”

“Most definitely.”

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I know that I say this a lot, but I am so proud of BTS. Beyond proud. They continue to amaze me with all that they achieve, and all that they are able to do. Watching the press conference at the White House was surreal to me, as I am sure the experience was for BTS. Being invited to the White House to discuss a matter so important with the President of the United States is something no one in Korea could have ever imagined for an idol group. It’s just not something that happens. However, when it come to BTS, it seems that just about anything is possible.

As a Korean, as an Asian, I would have never in my wildest dreams imagined that those who look like me would be allowed such a privilege to walk the halls of the White House, enter the Oval Office, and take part in such a historic discussion concerning anti-Asian hate crimes, discrimination, Asian inclusion and representation with the President of the United States. And to think of where these boys started their dreams. Seven random boys from South Korea, signed to a bankrupt company with no prospects or support, have since become one of the most influential public figures of our generation. What are the odds? How was this even a possibility? The story of BTS is truly special.

Seeing how far they have come, I can say with full confidence that BTS are indeed one of a kind. They have transcended their music. They have become more than their performance. They have become more than an idol group. They represent more than what would be expected of them as a Kpop boy band. They represent a generation of Asians, and anyone who has been “othered.” There are so many who have found their voice, discovered their beauty, and strengthened their sense of pride in self and identity as an Asian, as a minority, as a result of all that BTS has overcome.

BTS continues to beat the odds. They continue to break down barriers once thought to be unyielding. They have proven that being Korean, being Asian, being foreign does not make you any less worthy of respect and recognition. They have become world class stars, and they understand the momentous platform that they stand on. They use their status for good, for change, for what’s right. They never waste an opportunity to spread love and kindness, speaking on ways to better understand one’s self and those around us.

They continue to stay humble and gracious in all their success. Their maturity and humility has bestowed on to them a great amount of admiration from their peers, their fans, and world leaders alike. From the Blue House, to the UN, and now to the White House, BTS has gone on a journey unique to themselves. Through this journey, they are helping to change not just the course of the international music industry, but the social constructs that have been uncompromising for AANIPI and other minorities. It truly is an honor to watch them in all that they do as a fan, but more so as a Korean, and as an Asian.

I can’t wait to see what else is in store for our boys!

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It wasn’t fair, but then again, when were things ever fair for you? The picture in your hand was stained with the tears that were falling down your (e/c) coloured eyes as you watched the pairing that was standing across from you. Cho Chang and Cedric Diggory; the ‘it’ couple of Hogwarts. You watched as they shared a laugh over a joke the Hufflepuff had made. You watched as Cho stood on her tiptoes to plant a kiss on Cedric’s lips, causing him to blush slightly when she had pulled away with a huge smile. It hurt. Every single second of it hurt. Why couldn’t you be the one to hold her hand? Why couldn’t you be the one to hug her. Why couldn’t you be the one to play with her hair? Why couldn’t you be the one to see how her eyes sparkle in the sunlight when she’s happy? Why couldn’t you be the one to take her on trips to the Astronomy Tower and gaze at the stars that shone above? Why couldn’t you be the one to kiss her in the moonlight? Why not you? Every day, you thought to yourself what was so special about the Diggory boy, and yet, you still came to no conclusion. You felt your heart cracking even more as you continued to stare blankly at the couple. To outsiders, it may have seemed like you were simply just admiring them — but if only they knew. If only they knew the pain you were feeling. If only they knew the way you were trying to hold back your tears. If only they knew how your head was going all fuzzy. If only they knew how it feels to have a broken heart. Not being able to bear to continue watching the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff duo, you looked back down onto the picture you were clutching tightly in your hand to the point it had earned creases in the corners. That was a big mistake as the picture broke you even more. It was a picture of you and Cho back in your third year — back when Cho prioritised you more than anything in the world — back when she used to love you back. You were both sat by the Black Lake in the photo. She had her back against a tree whilst your head was laying on her lap with her fingers brushing through your hair. It wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t things go your way for once? You wiped the tears off your cheeks with the sleeves of your robes as you stood up from the bench you were sitting on. Deciding that you wanted to be as far away from the couple as possible, you quickly made your way out of the courtyard and back into the castle, completely missing a pair of brown eyes that followed your shaking figure. Once you had made it inside and out of sight, you made sure that you took one deep breath before continuing your journey back to your common room. Whilst you walked, your eyes weren’t focused on anything else but the picture in your hands; one of the few pictures you had of her and one of the only memories you had left of the friendship you once had before it all crumbled apart because of a boy. Thoughts of the couple once filled your mind again as you slammed the door of your dormitory shut, thanking Merlin that it was empty so your dorm mates didn’t have to witness you have a breakdown in the middle of the room. You slid down on the door, burying your head in your knees that has been curled up to your chest. Your sobs echoed throughout the dorms — not having a care in the world if they were loud enough for the people downstairs to hear. You had lost the only person you have ever loved in your life, but she didn’t seem to care about losing you.

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