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Has anyone published a research paper in a national or international journal? Can you give me tips or advice? I need this to get into a research program.

Hi! I’m actually I’m in university right now and have written lots of research papers that are scientific/data based, but I haven’t attempted to go through with publishing yet. If you have any questions feel free to directly message me and I can help you as much as I can. Here are some general tips though about research papers and ones that can be published:

1. Use accredited, non biased, and trusted sources. There are lots of unbiased websites out there, you just have to look. Your sources should back your idea/research, not harm it. Although, it is highly encouraged to include an antithesis/opposing claim or data in order to fully discuss your research in full from all angles. I will say though, if you want to publish it, do not use any source you find on google. Assuming you’re applying for an academic research program at a university, most universities have paid research websites/journals that hold peer reviewed articles you can use. If not, the use Google Scholar and just do your own research on the publisher and author and only use peer reviewed things.

2. Data is very very very important, but only use data in your paper if you feel like you don’t have to twist it around to work or exclude things. Numerical/Statical data can be used in manipulative ways, so make sure you use data in ways that doesn’t skew the data from it’s original meaning. Socioeconomic and Black American centered data, for example, is often used in politics without it’s original context which can cause in turn cause misinformation and biases. For example, the “black on black” crime data that’s used by racists in media does not include socioeconomic, excessive police patrolling, poorer education levels, and other factors that heavily effect and make that statistic. So, if you want to use statistical data, you’re going to have to do a lot more research or else your argument will be too weak and might be rejected for biases or misrepresentation/ usage of data/information. .  

3. When you find research, check the author and date! The general rule is to not use anything from farther than 5 years ago! Depending on what you’re researching, however, you can probably get away with like 7 to 10 years if it’s historical or something that’s no longer studied and viewed as a completed topic research wise. Author’s are very important and how they present their information matters a lot, so check their occupation, where they’re from, and age. All of that factors into their biases and overall knowledge level. (Also use the data mentioned in their research so you can find for more data, it’s like my favor it trick to finding more sources.)

4. APA APA APA APA and more APA only. And that abstract? ohhhh boy that abstract. 

5. To my knowledge, to be published you have to first submit your research for peer review, so find some trusted colleagues and professors for that. Your paper must offer new analyses, methods, technology, and thinkings first and foremost. If it’s just merely reflects a paper that someone else has already done without deviation, then it most likely won’t be published or peer reviewed well. Older thoughts, regurgitated things, biased, poorly written papers, and things that express the same idea are also likely to not be published. After reviewal, find a journal that aligns with your topic, viewpoint, and interest. Journals have their own set of rules and processes, so I can’t really say what that’s like. Fir National and Internationals, you’ll probably have to conference a bit around and really get your research out there. Internationally is reserved for the best of the best, but don’t be discouraged! You got this! 

That’s all I can think of as of now! But here is a wonderful link with more info for you! Good luck with your research program Anon!

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 4

Word count: 3232

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader, ??? x reader

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of hyungs

Genre/Warnings: Min Yoongi is not very good at meeting people, but Park Jimin is. 

Tag List: @luvtaeha @holaaaf 

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“Do you know what’s going on?” 

“Nope.”

Jeongguk and Hoseok whispered to one another huddled over a family size bag of chips, crumbs falling each time they shifted. Their eyes danced between (Y/N) to Yoongi while they mindlessly shoveled chips into their mouths. Yoongi had let Jeongguk and (Y/N) into the studio twenty minutes ago and beyond introductions not much had happened. Hoseok almost pouts from disappointment. Where's the flare? The dramatics? Why hasn’t Yoongi pissed himself yet from nervousness? 

“Are you love birds gonna stand outside holding hands or are you gonna come in before you waste time?” Hoseok’s grip on the door was light as he narrowed his stance and let the two past him. “Hi (Y/N), you look cute today. Jeongguk you look cute too, I guess.” Hoseok smiled to himself as (Y/N) skirted past him with an embarrassed smile. Jeongguk followed suit with a wave to Yoongi, who was too occupied trying to make himself look busy, and a pinch to Hoseok’s arm for the added embarrassment. 

“You speak Korean right?”

“Hyung!” Yoongi barely spared Jeongguk a glance as he glanced toward (Y/N) from his seat. Yoongi noted that she was a small thing with her head barely past Jeongguk’s shoulder. Her head bobbed up and down before she fell into a bow. 

“Hello, My name is (Y/N). I’m a commercial music and production major at KNU. It’s nice to meet you, please take care of me.”

Yoongi blinked a few times and shook his nearly empty coffee before responding. “So.. do you speak Korean or..?”

“Hyung, she just spoke Korean!”

“Jeongguk-ah, you and I both know she could have prepared that.”

“She goes to a Korean university in the middle of Seoul, I highly doubt that.”

Yoongi gave a small shrug before reaching his hand out. “You shake hands where you’re from right? I’m Min Yoongi. It's nice to meet  you.”

Hoseok was loving every second as he watched from the couch. 

“Should we say something?” Jeongguk watched as (Y/N) tapped her fingers against the table. Jeongguk recognized a few familiar hand positions from the few piano lessons Yoongi had reluctantly given him his sophomore year. 

“I don’t know. I’m kind of intimidated right now. Hyung looks like he wants to jump out a window or run out the door any minute now.” Jeongukk shrugged and leaned closer to Hoseok crumbling the chips between them in the process. 

“It would be great if we could hear what they were listening to instead of listening to each other finish an entire bag of chips. Did you know you eat with your mouth open? Fucking heathen, I didn’t raise you this way.” Jeongguk smacked his greasy crump covered hand across Hoseok’s shoulder for that. Hoseok just whines and rubs at the spot tenderly. 

Yoongi and (Y/N) sat adjacent to one another as Yoongi’s soundboard desk shuffling through the drive she had brought. Yoongi had asked (correction: forced) Hoseok to wheel in another chair for (Y/N) to sit in while they listened, but her feet barely reached the floor as she swung them back and forth with nerves. Jeongguk was sure she was overwhelmed as Yoongi usually chose to sit in silence while he listened to tracks and Yoongi’s silence was nothing short of intense. A plain matte black pair, a pair Yoongi had pulled out from a random drawer, sat on top of her head just slightly too big. Jeongguk had never seen the pair before and felt a small flutter on his stomach at the thought that Yoongi had bought a new pair for her to use. He knew Yoongi tended to shy away from leading or teaching, but felt grateful his hyung was willing to even try. The flutter had nothing to do with the fact that he thought she looked cute as the headphones slipped around repeatedly off of her head. Nope, none at all.

“How many songs has it been? Like 6? My back is starting to hurt from this couch. Hyung should really get another one.” 

“It’s uncomfortable for a reason, you brat. How long are you trespassers going to keep talking?” Jeongguk and Hoseok jumped up, effectively smacking their heads against one another at the sudden voice. Both met Yoongi’s stare as he looked over his left shoulder, one ear free from his headphones.

“Sorry, Hyung we’ll stay quiet.” Hoseok nodded along with Jeongguk’s words, even going so far as to mime zipping his lips closed and tossing a key over his shoulder. 

Yoongi rose his eyebrows up before lifting his headphones off of his head with a deep breath. (Y/N) followed suit, although slightly more hesitantly. “You guys can leave, actually.” 

Jeongguk’s eyes darted over to (Y/N) as he watched her body freeze. The hand that had been tapping chords onto the table unplugged her headphones before stiffly beginning to neatly wrap the cord. He wished he knew what was going on in her head as he watched her eyes dart back and forth along the floor. His hand itches to stop her small trembles as she reached to pull out the usb drive. 

“Yoongi-hyung don’t you think you’re being too harsh. It’s only been like twenty minutes...”

Yoongi threw a confused look at Hoseok before spinning his chair fully to face the couch behind him. “I kick you guys out of my studio like twice a week, this is nothing new. Now out.” Yoongi emphasized the “now” with a flick of his chin towards the door before turning back to his monitors. He hadn’t even acknowledged (Y/N). 

Hoseok loved his friend, he did, but watching Jeongguk beat himself for bringing (Y/N) here made his skin boil. A look at (Y/N) left him even more mad. Her shoulders were squared inward as she shoved her things into her bag as quickly and quietly as possible. They weren’t close in any way, but Hoseok had grown up with a sister and hated seeing anyone, especially girls, cry.  

“Fine. we’re leaving you hermit. Don’t think we won’t be having a talk about this later when you get home.” Hoseok heaved Jeongguk up from the couch by his elbow and did the same for (Y/N). Their eyes met and Hoseok mentally cursed in his head for Yoongi’s asshole tendencies. He knew Yoongi wasn’t an actual asshole, nor was he intending to be mean, but this just is how Yoongi was. ‘All think, few words' is how Hoseok described Yoongi’s communication style or lack thereof. Yoongi could feel a million things and somehow sum it up in twenty offensive words or less. Looking at her again Hoseok leaned down and whispered, “Let’s get some ice cream, yeah? My treat!” His heart eased little when a small smile and a squeeze to his hand on her elbow were returned. 

“Where are you going?” Yoongi looked up from his now blank monitor confused and blinked in (Y/N)’s direction. All think, few words indeed.

Jeongukk, Hoseok, and (Y/N) looked between each other. Jeongguk had his head wrapped around the door’s handle ready to storm out toddler style while Hoseok’s hand slid from her elbow to her wrist. 

(Y/N) shook a little while she stuttered, “I thought that you-- I mean you said to--” 

“I thought you said you could speak Korean?”

“I can! I’m-uh just confused, I think. You said to get out?”

Yoongi met her eyes for a few seconds before furrowing at the ground. “I meant them. Why would I kick you out? That’s dumb.” 

(Y/N)’s hand swung to Hoseok's wrapped around her elbow and threw him a brief bright smile. Hoseok, confused but slowly understanding the situation, smiled back just as big and gave their hands a small shake in victory. Another crisis avoided, he supposed.

“You’re right, I’m sorry for misunderstanding Yoongi-shii! Where were we? Let me get my hard drive back out!” 

Yoongi handed her a reconnected pair of headphones, keeping his hand out for the usb drive she had taken back. Her hands left hoseok as she excitedly ruffled through her bag. The usb fell onto the open palm before her as she threw the headphones over her ears. She made sure to throw a smile and thumbs up to Jeongguk still standing by the door. Crisis very much so avoided, actually.

Hoseok patted (Y/N)’s head before grabbing Jeongguk’s elbow in tow. “We should probably get out before Yoongi-hyung starts throwing pens at us. I think he started sharpening them down after Jin-hyung took an HDMI cord.” 

Jeongguk opened his mouth to reject Hoseok’s idea, but was interrupted by (Y/N) spinning her chair away from the soundboard to face him halfway. “I’ll text you when I’m done and let you know how it went okay?” Jeongguk nodded, mouth a little too dry from the smile lingering on her lips, and tried to return it. “Bye Hoseok-shii, we can get ice cream later maybe? Bye Jeonggukk-oppa!” 

Hoseok kept his giggles in as he dragged a flustered Jeongguk out the door. 

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God he was intimidating…

Yoongi had chosen to forgo any excessive speaking and instead settled for minimal verbal explanations with lots of subtle grunts and pointing. It worked for a bit as Yoongi pulled up the tracks of my songs in a much more advanced version of Logic Pro than I owned. College budgets don’t really allow for excessive spending these days, ya know? 

“Uh Yoongi-shii, I really appreciate everything we’ve done today, but I have no idea what you’re saying right now.” Yoongi, I had noticed, tended to mumble and despite having spoken for Korean for a couple of years now satoori and mumbled things tended to make understanding someone very difficult. 

Yoongi looked at me sideways and blinked before taking a deep breath. He had looked more sure of himself when Hoseok and Jeongguk were here, so I chose not to mention how his shoulders seemed to move inward as he inched to face me. “You distorted this sample right?” I nodded in response. “Right, well I was just wondering why you added so much reverb if you’d already added distortion. It throws the whole thing off after the second verse, no flow really. You should probably scrap it and start over.” 

“Oh uh, I mean you’re right actually. It’s kind of an overkill. You’re very honest, Yoongi-shii.” 

I watched as Yoongi finished off the last of his now mostly water iced coffee with a nod. “You could say that.”

“In that case, I’ll be honest too. I think you’re being a little picky because you don’t know what you’re doing or what to do with me, specifically.” 

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and leaned backward in his chair, the joints squeaking slightly as he did so. So much for a cool guy move. “Picky? Did you expect me to graze over your mediocrity? I’m a professional kid, we don’t take mediocrity in the big world and Daddy’s money isn’t gonna get you far.” Yoongi whipped his hands on his pants as he clicked around. 

My arms tingled as a heaviness settled in my chest, something akin to disappointment and failure making a home. “Daddy’s money? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Yoongi turned and refused to look at me any longer. “It means I can smell the money rolling off of you and I don’t think working in a cafe can get you the program needed to mix music like this.” 

My chest felt heavier than before as I geared myself up to respond. “You’re right. That was expensive and maybe I do come from money, but that song was made in 2014 and I’ll have you know that I’ve been living on my own in Korea since I was fucking shipped off in 2015. I didn’t come here to get profiled Yoongi-shii, I came here because I thought you were a professional who knew how to scroll and find my recent tracks.” Fuck Min Yoongi if he thinks he can walk all over me.

Yoongi clenched his jaw with a slight tilt of his head to the side before visibly gulping down whatever was in his throat. His free hand meanwhile gripped the mouse and clicked into another folder. _______________________________________________________________________

To: JJK-Oppa 

Heading home now Yoongi-shii is weird and mean 

From: JJK-Oppa

How was it? I’m sorry about earlier by the way. Yoongi-Hyung isn't the best at expressing himself or talking really

To: JJK-Oppa

I figured as much, he seems harmless though just a little idk??? So much attitude in a tiny body Don’t tell him I said he’s tiny oh god I already kinda sorta maybe went off on him

From: JJk-Oppa

Secrets safe with me :) Why did you go off on him???  I’ll beat him up for you >:)

To: JJK-Oppa

Jeongguk-oppa, I don’t think you could hurt a fly but thank you <3 Do you think Hoseok-shi would still get me ice cream? I’ll give you all the juicy details later

From: JJK-Oppa

Hyung said he’s always down for ice cream We can pick you up..?

To: JJK-Oppa

Say less <3 

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“(Y/N)! Over here!” My head flew right as I looked in the direction of the voice. Jeongguk stood half in the back door of a black SUV. I threw a hand up and waved back noticing he had changed from a casual oversized sweater and jeans to a matching baggy grey sweatsuit. 

“Hi Jeongguk-oppa, it’s nice to see you again.” I gave a small bow of my head before ducking beneath his arm holding the door open and sliding in. I released a happy sigh when I felt the heat coming from the vents. “Hi again Hoseok-shii, thank you for picking me up.” 

Hoseok and scoffed and rolled his eyes. “Back it up women, what’s this “Hoseok-shii” business all about? You call Jeongguk Oppa and not me? You’re soon to be dance captain too?”

I smiled and leaned forward to place my cheek against the side of his seat. My eyes fluttered and smiled up at him. “Would you like you to call you oppa hoseok-shii?” Hoseok turned to face me and pinched my other cheek with a scrunch of his nose

“You brat, it’s Hobi-Oppa now okay? You’re gonna be trouble. I can tell already.” I rolled my eyes and pulled his hand from my cheek before slumping back. “This is Jimin, by the way. He wormed his way into the car before we could stop him, so I apologize for anything he does beforehand. He is also trouble.” 

Jimin, for what it's worth, only smiled and turned from the passenger seat to smile at me as I buckled my seatbelt next Jeongguk. “I heard there would be free ice cream and gossip about Yoongi-hyung, so I had to come.” His eyes melted into crescents as his smile grew in a way that I can only describe as heart clenchingly cute. God dammit another member Jeongguk’s posse.

“It’s nice to meet you Jimin-shii. Free ice cream is the best kind of ice cream, so I don’t blame you for tagging along.” 

Jimin studied me for a few minutes with a small smile before Hoseok yelled at him for not wearing his seatbelt. 

���You think I want your dead body on my hands if we get into an accident? I’m all up for living on the edge Jimin, but please put your seatbelt on so Jin-hyung doesn’t have a heart attack, please.” 

“I’m too cute to be a corpse.” 

“I hate to break it to you, but being cute doesn’t constitute not dying Jimin.”

“God clearly has his favorites, look at me! I’ll be fine.”

“Do not tempt me into killing you with this car to prove you wrong. I’ll do it. (Y/N) tell him I’ll do it.” 

“(Y/N) sweetie, you stay out of this okay? Just sit there and hold Jeonggukie’s hand while Hobi-hyung and I sort this out.”

Jeongguk, most likely used to this kind of conversation, was glancing out the window in thought as a nudged him. Though the flush on his cheeks that matched mine told me that he was still listening. “Is this normal for you guys?”

“Hm? Oh you mean Hobi and Jimin hyung? Yeah, all of my hyungs bicker like old married couples. Says is what they get for raising me.” 

Before I could respond, Jimin was tapping my knee closest to him with a pout. “Ya! Weren’t you listening? (Y/N), you’ll call me Oppa right? Hobi-hyung and Jeonggukie aren't the only ones, right?” Hoseok and Jeongguk both scoffed from their seats.

My eyes widened as I gave a quick glance to Jeongguk only to receive a shrug in response. Just great, thanks for the help. “Uh yeah Jimin-shii, I guess I’ll call you oppa one day.” 

“One day?” Jimin scoffed and pinched my knee. “You call me Jimin-oppa right now, young lady. I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other more often. Us cute people have to stick together against people like Hobi-hyung.” The hand that pinched my knee returned and gave it a few pats. My mouth hung open slightly before I nodded and fought off a few giggles as a response. 

Things settled down for a few minutes before Jugguk shifted in his seat away from me slightly. His head was no longer facing the window, but now towards his lap as he flipped his phone between his hands. I was happy to see him not ripping at his fraying sweater sleeves, but curious as to what was causing the furrow between his brows. The atmosphere was light as Jimina and Hoseok continued to bicker about ice cream shops, so his look only made me worry. I snuck a glance at the two up front and decided texting was probably better than announcing any worries out loud. Jeongguk seemed like the private type anyways.

To: JJK-Oppa

Everything okay?

Jeongguk blinked as his phone lit up with my text message. He read it before furrowing his eyebrows deeper at the screen. I motioned for him to text me back with a pout. 

From: JJK-Oppa

Why are you are texting me

To: JJK-Oppa

Do you not want me to text you? :( 

Jeongguk looks at the screen with wide eyes before shaking his head no at me. It’s dark but I can still see the pink dusting across his skin nonetheless. Cute.

To: JJK-Oppa

I’m kidding, but really what’s up? 

Jeongguk goes to type again, but freezes his fingers a couple of times before typing and erasing a few times. Trying not to overwhelm him and give him some peace, I look away to listen to Hoseok and Jimin talking about which chores are overdue at their place. A chime of my phone brings my attention back to my phone.

From: JJK-Oppa

It’s nothing

To: JJK-Oppa

It’s okay. Sprinkles make everything better :)

Jeongguk’s small giggle eases the worry in my chest and any residual hurt lingering from my meeting with Yoongi as his eyes crease at the ends. It’s then that I suddenly remember why Jeongguk and his friends were so well known around campus. He’s so pretty. I hear Hoseok and Jimin cackling from the front and give my chest a few pats as it races. Correction: they’re all pretty.

[A/N: Hello~ I feel very ehh about this one, but honestly props to me for putting this out despite working two jobs, being a full time student, AND being major depresso espresso lately. Let me know what you guys think!]

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Hewwo! I wanted to know if you had a tag list bc I couldn't find it... if you do, can I please be added to the tag list for Normalcy of the Pretty Posse?

Hello~ I do have a tag list! I haven’t uploaded a new chapter to add the tag list yet, but I will be sure to add you to the list for the next update.

thank you for the message! ❤️

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Redolent

Word count: 1494

Pairing: Jhope/Jung Hoseok x reader/OC 

Description: Redolent - strongly reminiscent or suggestive of (something)

Genre/Warnings: very sad and very angsty (I got a little emotional writing this, oh gosh)

[See author’s note as the end, please] 

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To, My Sweet Angel

I feel dull. My ears ring from the grey static bouncing off the walls. My hands ache from the cold, no sufficient source of heat able to insulate the missing warmth. Had the cold always stung? My eyes and head are dotted with dizzying spells as I sway and attempt to clear the fogginess of my sadness. My feet, although stiff and pained, continue to dance. It’s a forced two-step filled with hiccups and short fits of uncontrollable sobs. A slow regression of minor notes has taken over the once lively accompaniment. My ears ring, but I can hear the haunting cadence of D minor. A key so soul-stirring, Schubart, a German Poet, once claimed it was a key “of brooding despair, of blackest depression, of the most gloomy condition of the soul.” Oh, how correct he was.

My suffering is not all for naught, for eventually, with time, I will learn that my feet will only add to the despair around me. Any melody was better than none at all, perhaps.

Eventually, a routine is set and so the dance continues.

My lips sip at the same mug filled with coffee every morning. The carpet still receives the same brutal dragging of feet as I force myself back and forth between the empty apartment, trying to ready myself for another day. I learn to memorize a routine from before. It’s new and familiar all at once. 

Months go by and the dance becomes easier. My feet no longer remain planted and instead have found a slow progression of turns. But turning makes my body ache and creates a dizzy haze. My feet have twice now developed rug burns as I get excited and twirl more than I am able to do so. Eventually, however, I collapse. There are hands set to catch me, but they remind me of you too much and I find myself wishing they would’ve just let me fall. Let my bones feel the same burn my feet do everyday. 

I expect their hands to retreat and for me to stagger, but they stay. Firm and sure despite everything. They hold no pressure, but serve only as a gentle reminder of company. Of care. I try to shake them off, but they are firm and steady. My faint grip proves fruitless, and I continue to let them guide me. I am delicate within their hold, as they never push nor pull too hard on my frail form. They’ve given me a new dance and are kind enough to guide me through it as I stagger. Eventually, I’ll grow attached to the feeling of someone being near, and find the strength to return their hold. One day, may we hold each other up. One day, I will not be a dead weight for their arms. One day, I will them and myself in a waltz set upon marble where we may glide with the burn.

Times proves me correct once again.. 

I do learn to stand on my own… only to feel my knees collapse once more beneath me.. 

What would you think of me? So weak and helpless, nothing like the person you had once known. My appearance has faltered from what you once knew, from what you had once deemed beautiful and kind. The dancing has halted to a complete stop, and the only sound that echoes from me is the sound of my own deafening sobs and painful hiccups. It causes a pain in my chest too deep to just be from my wailing. The dissonance continues once again as I claw numbly at the hollow spot where my heart used to lay. Rain swallows my form as I wallow in the bitter saltiness. 

I feel hands return once more in my time of need, and I try this time to keep them from me. I cry harder and swing wildly at the pressing form. Do they not understand that I don’t want their hands? They’re too large, too warm, and too suffocating. They are not your hands. They will never be your hands. Never again. 

“Let me go!” I beat against them screaming. “Didn’t you hear me? I said, let go! You fucking piece of shit…” My voice chokes and I find myself heaving against their chest desperately. My throat aches from screaming, leaving my mouth to silently open and close as I let the rain pour once more, this time over the two of us. How long had it been since i last heard another’s heart beat? How long has it been since I last heard yours?

Their strength proves to be enough for the both of us once again as they lift my drenched form onto wobbly legs. they know that I’m weak, that if I try to stand I will fall, so they hold me; but, it feels wrong. Everything feels wrong. The air feels too harsh, children’s cries overpower laugher and the sun sets too earlier. Every cliché feels real and everything is too much once again. Every color has faded to match my dull mood despite the copious amount of stimulation running through my mind. 

Someone runs their hand through my hair and hushes over my silent crying. The night greets me sweeter than the sun, and I gladly retreat under the stars. 

“I’m sorry.” I whisper to no one after they’ve left for but a moment. “I don’t want to be weak anymore.” I need you. 

My shoulders shake as I begin to cry again, but my upper body is stuffed between a pair of arms around me. They know the dance well, but my shoes have filled with the bitter rain and weigh down my legs. My bare feet still feel the rawness from my previous lonesome dance. But together, we move. It’s different from before and my body screams in agony, but I let him lead. I let the dance continue because I do not know how to. 

Would you scowl and disapprove of our clumsy movements? It’s nothing compared to your skillful movements of grace and love and care. It’s nothing compared to our dance. A waltz unlike another other filled with hundreds of sympathies and years of practice that if I look hard enough, can still see our tracks along the carpet in the living room. Perhaps, if you saw our dance, our flimsy excuse of a dance, you could come back under some miracle. I always thought you had some sort of magical ability with the way you smiled fluttered about our home. They are not you, no one could ever compare my dear, but they help me live and keep me afloat. I can continue with them. I hope you can forgive me for continuing without you with another. 

The music changes when they hold me upright once more, and I can keep the rain at bay longer than before. Together we shift from a minor to major and raise the tempo to something more lively. It’s not entirely too happy of a melody, but it leaves me humming nonetheless. 

Inside I am sure they know I am comparing the two dances, but they say nothing. I stumble in our new dance, falling into our old forgotten one by mistake, but they only gather my hands while silently guiding me back to them once more. They are kinder than I deserve, but I say nothing selfishly absorbing every contact and movement.

They remind me of you in many ways and I suppose that’s why I let them linger for so long. they care for others just as you had, and smiles for my sake despite my actions inflicting their pure heart at times. I don’t mean to hurt them, but you’ve strung yourself deep within the walls of my heart that it’s hard to look past the intricate woven patterns. One day I will back and apologize for using their kindness to better myself. And one day I know they will respond with only more love. Love I am not sure I am deserving of, but love I will accept nonetheless. You would want that wouldn’t you?

With time I know I will improve. I will continue to dance for you, but this time with someone else. I hope you will forgive me for this, but know that I am happy. That one day I will be very happy. I will smile for you, showing the world what was once a smile as blinding as the sun. My eyes will continue to search for you as I hold onto someone else, and I hope you don't hold too much hate in your heart for me when we see each other again. I can not wait to see you. I can not wait to hold you and see your smile without feeling as if I am piercing my own chest. I miss you. I will always miss you, my dear. 

With more love than you could imagine, 

Your Love.

Notes: Hey guys, Happy New Year! This one was a little sad, but I wrote this to cope with a lost loved one who committed suicide in January a couple of years ago. January has been a little hard for me ever since then, so I felt like I needed to express that somehow rather than keeping it in. This is meant to be a little vague and open for you guys to imagine who is writing this and what’s happened, however. I wanted this to express the pain of trying to “move on” and cope with losing someone or something. If you or someone you know is having a hard time, please reach out to someone let them know they’re being thought of and loved or that you need someone. 

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NPP is incredible. Truly! Can't wait for more!

Thank you Anon! ❤️ I have the next couple of parts mapped out, so I just need to sit down and actually write them. Maybe I can post chapter 4 as a New Years gift tomorrow? Who knows... 👀👀

ALSO: Happy New Years Eve (and Day to everyone!) thank you to everyone who’s being giving my little stories some love. You guys are so sweet and seeing everyone give feedback makes me super duper happy to have everyone. Let’s hope 2021 is better for everyone. Stay happy and healthy you guys!

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WE LOVE AND APPRECIATE FOLLOWERS/READERS LIKE YOU @holaaaf 😤😤😤😤❤️

Vulnerable - Suga/Min Yoongi (BTS)

Type: Pure Fluff ~ you’ve been warned Word count - 1418

Description: He is a fragile man with so many complexities, being able to see him, truly him, was a jewel.

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HELLOOOO !! i love your work ??? i saw normalcy of the pretty posse in one of the tags i follow and let me tell you that i have scheduled to reread it again soon while waiting for your next updates 😍 baby writer or not, this was amazing and im excited to see you grow more in the future ❤️ will you be having a taglist for this because if you are, may i be added? 🥺

Thank you so much 😭🥺 I don’t have a tag list, but I will surely make one for you! NPP is like my baby right now and I’m working super hard for everyone enjoy to enjoy it with me. I have a 4 page document of just the characters and their personalities and such because I wanted them to feel like real people, you know? Anyways!! I’m extra and super duper happy you like NPP. Thank you again ❤️❤️

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Kim Seokjin

:( nothing yet

Min Yoongi

Venerable 

He is a fragile man with so many complexities, being able to see him, truly him, was a jewel.

Jung Hoseok

Redolent 

Redolent - (adj) strongly reminiscent or suggestive of (something)

Kim Namjoon

part 2 of nothing to see and nothing to read yet :(

Park Jimin

nope, whole lotta nothing here I guess :(

Kim Taehyung

Cadence

Cadence - (n) a sequence of notes or chords comprising the close of a musical phrase

Jeon Jeongguk

Normalcy of the Pretty Posse   2   3   4 ...ongoing

Stupid Jungguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of Hyungs

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse   2   3   4 ...ongoing

Stupid Jungguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of Hyungs

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 3

Word Count: 1763

Pairing: Jeongguk x reader, ??? x reader

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of Hyungs.

Genre: more fluff and cuteness but this time with holding hands and id checking

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[This is kind of short I’m so sorry. I have more written, but it just felt right to cut it here when I was writing because of the next sequence of events. Chapter Four is like half written and the other half is already planned, so it’ll be out soon. I just finished all of my finals for university and I have so much more time now! I’m a full time student and work two jobs, so finding time to write this was so hard before. I’m only working one job right now, so I’ll be writing as much as I can over break. ALSO(last one agh sorry) Thank you to everyone for reading this. This started out as something for me, but I now I have you guys in mind. I like writing with the thought of your guys’ reactions and thoughts. okay now I’m done. Enjoy~]

Yoongi is many things and being wrapped around his friend’s fingers is not one of them. At least, that’s what he tells himself as he spins one more time in his desk chair. Hoseok sits behind him on a couch sipping at a pink fruit smoothie, far too floral and sweet for his taste. 

“What if she sucks?”

Hoseok exhales and looks up from his phone to sigh at Yoongi who continues to spin absentmindedly and sip his black coffee. The brief question of how Yoongi doesn’t get dizzy or choke on his drink crosses through Hoseok’s mind. “Are you really stress spinning in your chair right now, Hyung?” 

Yoongi drags himself to a stop and gives Hoseok a blank stare over his drink. “Leave my nervous habits out of this. You’re the one who invited some random girl into my studio and promised I would mentor her. I’m nervous she’s gonna suck and I’m gonna have to fake liking her shit. Jin-hyung’s the token theatre kid, not me.” 

Hoseok rose an eyebrow before looking back at his phone. “I’m telling Jin-hyung you said that. Besides, Jeongguk really likes her, Hyung. You would've thought she hung to stairs every night for him or something. Plus, she’s cute. You sure that’s not why you’re nervous?”

Yoongi coughs as he chokes on his coffee. “I am a grown man, why would I be nervous around a girl?”

“Because you haven’t so much as looked in the direction of any girl in 2 years. If I hadn’t walked in that one time while you were jerking off, I would’ve sworn you were asexual or some shit.” Hoseok took great pride in the flesh that fell over Yoongi’s body. 

“Hobi, I thought we agreed to not talk about that anymore.” Yoongi wasn’t sure if he wanted to smother himself or Hoseok with one of the shitty throw pillows on the couch. 

“Didn’t know it was such a sensitive subject for you Hyung what with how well endowed you are, if you know what I mean.'' Hoseok gave a small smirk as he sipped, not once looking up from his phone.

Yoongi decided that smothering Hoseok and then himself was the best course of action.

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 There was something entirely too enduring and slightly destructive about the way Jeongguk fiddled with his sleeves. I hadn’t noticed the first time we spoke, but sitting next to him in the café closest to Yoongi’s studio now, the frayed ends on the arms of his sweater were prominent. His fingers, covered by the sleeves of his sweater, fiddle over the cup between his hands for each other as they snag loose strands of fabric. We haven’t really spoken much in the 20 minutes we’ve been sitting, but every time I go to say something he looks more and more nervous. I watch as his left sleeve receives the blunt of his nervousness, possibly one more pull from completely unraveling. It makes me want to hold his hands. 

“You’ll ruin your sweater if you keep pulling at the yarn.” 

Jeongguk snaps his eyes from the lid of his cup to me as he blinks and looks back down at his sleeves. He flushes and lets go of his cup, probably unaware he was even fiddling with his sweater.. “Sorry, it’s a bad habit of mine. My mom used to roll my sleeve up to my armpits when I was younger to get me to stop.” 

I giggled at the image and brought my drink up to my lips. “I used to drink water when I got nervous because some doctor told me it would calm my nerves when I was younger.”

“I don’t see how hydrating yourself is as bad as ruining half of your favorite clothes.” 

“It is when you piss yourself on your first day of school as a transfer student.” 

Jeongguk stiffens a little and tries his best to suppress his laughs. He fails and a loud cackle rings through the café as he scrunches his face and throws his head back with a smack against wood. I gasp and lunge towards him to cradle the back of his head. A hiss leaves his mouth before he flushes. 

“Sorry, I uh…” I go to let go as my cheeks get warmer, but his head leans into my hand again. Oh god he’s the cutest...

“I pissed my pants at a frat house party Freshman year.” My hand, rubbing soft circles where he bumped his head, freezes as he speaks. Jeongguk briefly looks me in the eye before looking at his drink again and licking his lips. “Some guys thought it was a good idea to dare Freshman me to chug from the keg upside down. Apparently, drunk me is more competitive than sober me and can’t hold in their piss while upside down.”

My body falls forward as I laugh, imagining a freshman Jeongguk held upside down by his ankles with piss running down his shirt. I don’t notice how close I’ve leaned on him until I go to speak. “This is gonna sound horrible, but I would’ve loved to see that.” The heat from my breath bounces off his shoulder and back onto my face as I relies how close we are. My head is nearly tucked against his shoulder with less than a couple inches between us. 

“Flowers…” Jeongguk’s stiff as he whispers under his breath. 

“Uh... flowers?” I slowly retract my hand and lean farther away. 

Jeongguk blinks a few times before avoiding eye contact to grab his phone. “W-we should probably go. Hobi-Hyung said he already buttered up Yoongi-Hyung with some iced coffee, so we should be good to go.” He stands from the booth and hands my bag to me from the floor. I nod and swallow down the thought that I probably made him so uncomfortable that he wants to leave early. We didn’t need to be at the studio until 2:30. It was only 2 o’clock. 

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“You’re sure this is okay, right? I heard he doesn’t let anyone in his studio.”

Jeongguk nods and gives me a gentle small. “that’s only partially true. Yoongi-Hyung doesn’t let strangers into his studio.”

My eyes  close as I throw my head back and let out a whine. “Jeongguk-shi I’m a stranger. This is probably really weird, oh god. What if he hates everything I made? I spent like four days perfecting everything on my flash drive.” I can feel my chest rise and fall as I bite down the bile rising in my throat. 

Jeongguk twitches his hands out a little, nervous to make any sudden movements, before he settles on grabbing my hands as they twist the straps of my bag. “You’ll ruin your bag if you keep doing that.” 

I pout my lips and fix my posture to meet his eyes. He’s too damn tall. “At least give me credit if you’re gonna throw my words back at me.” He doesn’t move his his hands from mine as I relax my shoulder with a small roll. “I’m just really really nervous to meet him. My entire class grade depends on this going well and he’s supposed to be this freaky musical genius. How am I supposed to impress him?” I twist my hands little and give his hands a squeeze back as thank you. God I hope my hand aren’t sweaty right now. 

Jeongguk, seemingly to having forgotten about the fact that he was basically holding my hands between his, retracts his hands and wipes them on his pants. “I think you’ll do fine. Besides, Yoongi-Hyung owes a favor or two.” 

My mind knows that he doesn’t mean it a negative way, but I still feel my face drop and a heavy feeling settle in my chest. I don’t want Yoongi to agree if it’s just because of his friendship with Jeongguk. I want my talent to be enough for Yoongi and everyone else to see. 

Jeongguk seems to notice my mood has soured as he licks his lips and throws a hand through his hair. “Not that I don’t think your music isn’t good enough! I’m just saying that if Yoongi-Hyung says no and you guys don’t, and I quote, “vibe well”, then I'll talk some sense into him. He’s not some big scary producer guy who’s gonna yell at you for not being at the same level as him. He’s barely 5′9″ as it is.” 

My head falls to my chest as I watch his fingers fiddle with his sweater. 

“I’m gonna be out of the bag and you’re gonna be out of a sweater if we both keep trying to rip them up like this.” My hands do what they’ve been itching to do since the café and gently pry his fingers from beneath the safety of his sleeves. If Chaebin and Yoonjin could see me now they’d be screaming. Me, who took three weeks to  hug them without feeling uncomfortable, is now grabbing a boy’s hand all by myself. Look at me go, I guess. “Thank you though, Jeongguk-shi. I knew what you meant, so no hard feelings. Okay? now, let’s get this over with shall we?” 

I let go of his hands, which are much much larger than mine and much more tatted now that I give them a glance, only to feel his tightening on mine at the last moment. My head tilts upward as I raise both eyebrows in question. 

“You can call me Jeongguk.” 

Something in my chest lightens the heaviness from before as I pinch my lips to hide a grin. “Haven’t I already been doing that?” Teasing him is too much fun sometimes.

Jeongguk in all of his tall, and surprisingly tattooed, glory pouts as his shoulder slump inward with a huff. “You know what I mean! We’re friends and the same age, so you can drop the honorifics, (Y/N).”

My eyebrows furrow as my head tilts sideways slightly. “What are you talking about? You’re older than me.” 

Jeongguk mirrors my expression before scoffing. “No you’re not, you’re just going by International age. We’re in the same grade, so we’re the same age obviously.” I press down the minuscule laugh that bubbles up and give Jeongguk’s hands over mine a small squeeze before sliding a hand into my bag. I let the smile break across my face as I find what I’m looking for and replace my other hand in his with it. 

Jeongguk brings my government issued id closer to his face, no glasses today sadly, before his eyes widen.

“How does Jeongguk-oppa sound?” 

Jeongguk clears his throat before handing my id back to me. “Oppa sounds great.”

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normally i send message on anon to people just letting them know how amazing their fic is but i really just wanted to let you how much i genuinely enjoyed reading NPP ( i hope it’s okay that i just said the initials). you gave all of the characters so far a real personality which is my absolute favorite. i just so happened to find this on the bts x reader tag and decided to read it. best decision ever ! it doesn’t matter that you’re a baby fic writer when the content produced is extraordinary !! i look forward to seeing more. i’m very glad that i found you and i will be following.

When I tell you that I’m screaming rn I mean I am in the back storage of Starbucks on break screaming because of my poor heart! Thank you so so much 🥰 I’ve been so nervous about writing and like putting angthing up because I just think I’m a little too new and have zero affiliations other Tumblr people. I want to give all my characters the justice they deserve because each of them have a small little place in my heart. I have so many ideas for NPP (the abbreviation is too cute ahh) so I think it might be longer than I intended. I’m so happy you found my blog and that I found you too cause you just made my day 😭❤️❤️

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Hello!! 🥰 I’m doing a lot better these days, thank you so much. also??? Thank you for enjoying my writing?? I’m still kinda confused that people actually read my stuff since I’m like a baby writer and all, but just know that I’m squealing every time I see someone interact with something I’ve written. I hope you have the bestest of days Anon cause this message just made mine!

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 2

Word Count: 3708

Pairing: ??? x reader

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of hyungs.

Genre: again like 90% fluff, 5% humor, and another 5% of reader literally forgetting how to function a little

(Some rambling because I have no life: here is part 2! I honestly didn’t expect any one to find part 1 so??? thank you guys so much. I’ve missed writing lately and this has been such a good outlet for me. I hope you guys like it.)

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“Hyung…” Jeongguk skids to a stop just before one of the sets of speakers. A whine leaves his mouth as he puffs out some air before tossing his bag haphazardly against a random speaker. “I messed up. Big time.” His legs, just slightly too long for the childish behavior, fold underneath him awkwardly as he flops against the dusty linoleum floor. 

Hoseok looks down at his younger friend as he folds another chair and places it against the wall. “Messed up as in pissing your pants again like that one time Freshman year or getting another C on a test?” Hoseok only laughs when Jeongguk throws a pen from his pocket at him. Jeongguk’s pout settles deeper on his face as his eyebrows furrow and Hoseok knows that whatever is bothering Jeongguk is something a little more closer to the heart than pissing his pants at a frat party after chugging an entire keg upside down.

“Hyung, I’m serious.” Jeongguk closes his eyes and wraps his sweater tighter around his body as he rolls on his left side to look at Hoseok. “You know that girl that dances in the back in your Thursday workshops?” 

“I’m gonna need you to be a little bit more specific, Guk. There are a lot of girls who come here.” Hoseok is only kidding, of course. He and all of Jeongguk’s hyungs know of his crush on the girl who comes every Thursday to his workshops. Jeongguk had originally only come to the workshops because Hoseok was nervous no one was going to come, but that was 2 months ago and despite the sign up list being full every week, Jeongguk still came despite being a little bit more advanced than the beginner classes he attended. Hoseok had offhandedly mentioned that Jeongguk tended to glance at the back, at a particular girl, during another one of their game nights and Jeongguk, wine drunk off of two bottles, giggled as he explained his small crush on a girl who attended Hoseok’s beginner class. 

“Hobi-hyung, she’s not a beginner like have you seen her dance? She just looks so pretty and her hair is just so..” Jeongguk giggles as he wraps a finger around his hair. “...fluffy after she dances.” A small hiccup escapes him as he finishes his glass. “It’s so cute.” Jeongguk, in silent awe, squeals a little into his glass, one of the many stolen from his favorite bar, as he scrunches into a ball and bangs his knee against the table. A smile never leaves his face as he continues to giggle into the fogging glass. 

Hoseok’s heart strings tug at the fond memory he has of his younger friend and decides to leave putting away the rest of the furniture to the workers who litter around him. Jeongguk lays his head against his knee when he sits next to him. “Tell Hyung what happened, Gukie. It can’t be worse than vomiting on the poor girl…..” Hoseok grimaces before giving Jeongguk a look. “You didn’t vomit on her right?” 

Jeongguk shakes his head no before huffing. “I asked her friend last week if (Y/N) was okay since she hasn’t been coming and I don’t know I panicked because like what if I missed my chance to even talk to her. A-and I saw her outside and I walked over and like spoke to her?” Jeongguk knocks his head a couple of times against Hoseok’s knee as he relives the moment in his head. “I was so nervous and sounded so stupid. She probably thought I was stupid and weird for coming up to her. What kind of person asks a stranger if they plan on coming back to some stupid dance class. She probably thinks I’m a creepy ass stalker who watches her dance every week.” 

Hoseok runs his hand through Jeongguk’s hair for comfort as the younger beats himself up mentally. “Are you saying my dance classes are stupid?” It’s meant to be a joke, but Jeongguk shoots his head up and sputters out incomprehensible words. “Guk, I’m kidding. I know you don’t think my classes are stupid, you’re just frustrated at yourself because your first interaction with your crush didn’t go as well as you planned.” Jeongguk flops back down against Hoseok’s thigh as he groans. Hoseok just smiles softly at him wondering how Jeongguk, handsome and all, was someone inept at talking to a simple girl. 

“I may have also lied and told her that you have me here to help out with teaching.” It’s muffled against his leg, but Hoseok hears every word. 

“So you chose to lie, for what?” 

“I panicked! I told her that her coming helped me with the others since she’s obviously experienced. How else was I supposed to explain that I, a complete stranger, noticed she was gone for two weeks? She’ll think I’, watching her or something.” 

“That’s all you ever do, Jeongguk. And besides, I didn’t even notice she was gone and I read the roster every night.” 

Jeongguk smacked his hyung’s hip closest to him as he huffed. “You’re not helping Hyung! Even if you didn’t notice she wasn’t here, she probably thinks I’m a stalker now. A big stupid stalker who can’t even look her in the eyes. I’m gonna be alone forever!”

Hoseok wanted to laugh at him, but decided that he needed to play the role of the helpful caring hyung for now. He’ll let the others clown him later once he retells everything to them tonight. “Gukie, you’re not gonna be alone forever. You’re smart and stupidly handsome. I don’t think you should’ve lied to her, but it’s not life or death, so you should be able to save yourself from this. How about you let your hyung help you a little tonight? Let me work my magic.” 

“You would help me?” Jeongguk throws his arms around his waist and gives a tight squeeze.. Hoseok grimaces from the too tight hug and the dust from Jeongguk’s sweater falling onto his new clothes. He ignores both in favor of giving Jeongguk’s back a few solid rubs. “You’re the best, Hobi-hyung.” 

“You’re on your own after tonight though, Gukie. No more help from your one of kind, amazing, most handsome Hyung.” 

“Jin-hyung isn’t here though?’ 

Hoseok scoffs and pushes Jeongguk off of him as he cackles from the floor. “Go open the doors you ungrateful brat.” 

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Tonight had been… interesting to say the least. 

Yoonjin had chosen to nudge me every time she thought Jeongguk had glanced in my direction resulting in a dull throb in my ribs. 

“Don’t look but he’s looking again… Oh my god, I said don’t look!” 

“You said that the last 4 four times and every time I look back he’s literally looking at Hoseok-shii.” I huffed and rubbed at my right side. Yoonjin has always been stronger than she looks. “Yoonjin, if you ram your boney ass elbow into my ribs one more time I will drop kick you into the wall.”

Yoonjin blinked at me before rolling her eyes. “He keeps looking away. Just trust me why don’t you! Why would I joke about this.” I rolled my eyes and refocused on Hoseok as he explained some of the footwork again. House dance had never been my speciality. 

“I don’t know, maybe you like to see me suffer.” 

“I’m literally trying to help you get a man.”

“No, you’re trying to break my ribs.” 

9 o’clock rolled around sooner than I expected as Hoseok wrapped up his lesson. Many of the students who endured the class in its entirety were shuffling to the walls of the room where their water bottles had long ago since turned lukewarm. Hoseok was not one for lots of water breaks. Used to long durations of exercising and cardio, I had chosen to hang back and stretch out while Yoonjin made small talk with the others around her. I held in my laugh as she shot me a look or two of ‘what the fuck is going on’ and ‘please help me’ while talking to the animated girl with sweat drenched pink ponytails. Figuring that whatever kind of conversation she was wrapped up in was payback enough for the bruising I was sure to have on my ribs for the next week, I chose to let her suffer. 

“You know I think you’d do a lot better in a higher level class.” There stood Jung Hoseok in all his beautiful glory as I attempted to straighten my legs from their lunge. I tried to blame the jittery feeling settling in as adrenaline from the cardio, but I knew my body was just buzzing from having him stand so close. Did he even sweat? How did he manage to smell like fucking flowers after dancing? Damn Jeongguk and his pretty posse. 

“Uh sorry?”

Jung Hoseok smiled and offered a hand to me. I smiled back, although less brightly, and hoped my hands were not as sweaty as the rest of my body. “I just meant that you seem a little more experienced than what this class has to offer. It’s a shame to see talent be wasted on some basic combinations.” His eyes took a quick over my body and I flushed at movement. If he looks at me like that more time, I will be internally combusting. 

“I-uh used to dance growing up.” My hands gripped my shirt as Hoseok proceeded to make eye contact. Does he have to be so nice and beautifully intimidating? A deadly combo for my poor nerves. Do I look away? Is it rude to keep eye contact? Would a wink be appropriate for a first conversation? 

“How long did you take lessons?” 

“Like 14 years maybe? My mom tried to put me in baseball like my brothers when I was 4, but after I started spitting and grabbing my pants before I batted she decided it probably wasn’t a good influence to be surrounded by all boys at home and during practice.” My lips pressed together as I pinched my face in horror. Oh god, why did I say that? Hoseok on the other hand was having a jolly good time as dropped his jaw and choked in a fit of laughter and I screwed my face shut in embarrassment. “I don’t know why I said that. Oh my god, please forget I just said that! I’m just nervous and I say stupid things when I’m nervous. I’m an idiot and I just don’t know how to shut up sometimes.” 

Hoseok continued to laugh as I covered my overheating face with my hands wishing I had grabbed Yoonjin and left before we both got wrapped in unwanted conversations. “Y-you’re too cute. Oh god, I can totally see it!” Hoseok laughed for a few more breaths before settling down into giggles. 

“Hyung...? Is everything okay?” Jeongguk shuffled over with both his and Hoseok’s bags as he glanced between Hoseok and I. 

Hoseok giggled a few more times before accepting his bag from Jeongguk. “I was just just asking if...”  Hoseok titled his head before looking back at me. “I forgot to ask for your name actually, I’m sorry.” 

Not used to having 2 out of 7 members of Jeongguk’s Pretty Posse’s attention on me made me flush even warmer. “No worries, I’m (Y/N).” 

Hoseok smiled at me before swinging his bag on his shoulder and went back to addressing Jeongguk. “I was just complimenting (Y/N) on her dancing. We could do with another dancer on the team don’t you think Jeongguk?” 

“We could?” Jeongguk bugged his eyes out a little at his hyung before throwing a confused look his way. 

Hoseok raised his eyebrows and tiled forward a little bit. “Of course, we could Gukie! Remember we had that talk earlier about adding a new member? Junhoo graduated last semester, so we don’t have anyone to fill his spot.” Jeongguk stared at Hoseok wondering who the hell Junhoo was and when this conversation happened. Hoseok starred a little harder before-Oh! “How about you let your hyung help you a little tonight.” 

“Yes! You’re totally right Hobi-hyung! (Y/N), you would love our dance team! You’d fit right in too!” Jeongguk bounced on his heels a little as he turned to me. Back on was the sweater he had been wearing earlier. Damn. The sweater paws have returned too. 

“Isn’t it all guys? How would that even work? I’m literally like half Jeongguk’s size.” My glance danced between Hoseok and Jeongguk as I bit my lip. 

“Where there is a will, there is a way (Y/N). And I’m sure you won’t pick up any bad habits this time (Y/N). We’re all mannered and hygienic, so no worries!” My jaw dropped as Hoseok poked fun at my previous story and raised his eyebrows at me. That little-

I scoffed and stomped my foot to turn his direction fully. “I wasn’t even talking about that! I can’t believe you! I let one thing slip and you use it against me!” I jutted my lips out in a slight pout as I crossed my arms. 

Jeongguk deflated a little as he watched Hoseok’s teasing glance and my pouting. “Am I missing something?”

“No!” 

“Yes!” 

My finger found a place on his chest as I leaned closer. Are those pecs…?  “Jung Hoseok, you keep your mouth shut!” Those are definitely pecs. 

“I will if you join our team.” 

My mouth fell open as I removed my finger with an inaudible gasp. “I see you play dirty, Jung.” I tsked at him before turning to Jeongguk. “Get your hyung before he embarrasses me more and I combust.” Jeongguk blinks as I give him my sole focus and nods softly, most likely lost on what’s happening. 

“So if that is a yes?” 

Defeatedly, I face Hoseok and shrug my shoulders as I grab my bag from Yoonjin as she approaches. “You’re in luck. I was actually looking to join something a little more advanced dance wise. My body misses dancing despite how old it makes my bones feel.” 

“So.. is that a yes?” Jeongguk reiterates as he bounces forward a little, eyes wide as his hair flops a little. I smile a little as my heart flops along with his hair. I give Hoseok a quick glance and will the oxygen to return to my lungs and brain at the focussed look he gives me. 

“It’s a no.” My heart sinks at Jeongguk’s sudden smile. “Not that I wouldn’t join; I totally would! It’s just I have to find a music production mentor for my Music Composition and Engineering class and I’m basically meeting with strangers every other day until one decides to take me under their wing. I really need this class to graduate and I can’t afford any breaks until I find someone.” My hands are flying everywhere as I try to make my rejection lighter on Jeongguk. 

Jeongguk nods a little and licks his lips as he gives Hoseok a quick glance. Hoseok seems to understand whatever is going on in his head and tilts his head toward him with a hard look as a warning to think before you speak, you love sick idiot. Jeongguk, with a heart often bigger than his brain, ignores his hyung and blurts out, “Yoongi-hyung is a music producer! I can introduce you to him and see if he’d be willing to mentor you.” 

Hoseok closes his eyes and drops his head forward into his hands. Dammit Jeongguk. 

I blink a few times before trying to stop my smile from spreading. “Are you sure? I mean I’d really appreciate it of course, but I know it might be a lot to ask. I’m also a total stranger, so you don’t have to at all!” My mouth suddenly feels dry as I lick my lips. “It would be really great though! Some of the guys I meet are total creeps and I don’t know how many coffees I drink everyday while one of them tries to feel me up.” I force a laugh to lessen my discomfort and hope it comes across as less awkward than I feel. 

Jeongguk looks to Hoseok after I’m done exhausting my voice and they seem to share a meaningful look before Hoseok reaches into his pocket. “Here, give me your number. Jeongguk and I will talk to Yoongi-hyung and see what we can do. He might be willing to meet with you and see if you guys ‘vibe.’” 

My eyes flick up to meet his as I smother another smile. My attempts fail and I grab his phone and giddily put in my number. “You guys are the best! I promise to join you guys if I can resolve this whole mess.” My grin widens as I think about not having to stifle through conversation after conversation every other day in some overpriced cafe with another self employed music producer as they critique every layer of my pieces. “Do guys like cookies? I’m totally baking you guys some cookies as thanks!” 

“Are you ready to go (Y/N)?” 

“Yoonjin! We’re going to be baking cookies for Hoseok and Jeongguk!” Yoonjin furrows her eyebrows as she loops her eyebrows with mine. 

“We are?”

“We are! Is chocolate chip okay?” I offer her no other explanation as I ask Jeongguk with a sweet smile. These pretty boys were coming in handy and so were my depressive episodes’ baking habits. 

“Chocolate-chip sounds great.” Jeongguk licks his lips as he feels his heart rate border an unhealthy pace. “Hyung, we-uh should probably head out and go pick up your package.” 

“My package?” Hoseok finishes adding a baseball bat and a flower emoji to his new contact before catching the look Jeongguk is sending him. “Oh! Yeah, uh, I’ll have Jeongguk text you about Yoongi-hyung. It was nice meeting you (Y/N), get home safely!” 

Yoonjin and I watch them both leave the room before facing each other. 

“What the fuck was that?” 

“I honestly have no fucking clue, but I think I’m gonna die. Please check my pulse.” Yoonjin feels at my neck and sighs. 

“Nope, still alive. Maybe next time though.” 

I re-loop our arms and pull her out of the emptying room. “Come on we have to go get Chaebin from the library before she has another aneurysm over her homework. I’ll fill you in on the way there.”

Yoonjin shrugs and follows along. “I hope you know that if this progresses into some dramatic fated love story I will be living vicariously through you.” 

“I expect nothing less.”

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Normalcy of the Pretty Posse

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 2494

Pairing: reader x ?????

Genre: like 90% fluff, 10% stupid jokes and bad humor

Description: Stupid Jeongguk and his cute sweaters and pretty posse of hyungs. 

(Disclaimer: This will probably have some typos. I started writing this instead of doing some Statistics homework and spent so long on it that I have zero time to edit. Sorry~)

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There was no game plan. There never really had been, at least not for me. Making it past 16 was something I had never foreseen, never imagined I could do. And now, here I am, alone in a country in a university far from home with no idea how life is supposed to go. Okay, maybe I’m being pessimistic because I’m not completely alone. I have friends if you count the two idiots who don’t let me drown in takeout boxes on weekends. They’re wonderful, they really are, I promise. 

Yoonjin is the sweetest person I’ve ever met no matter how much I want to strangle her into putting herself first. She’s the one who calls me about anything and everything. Don’t tell her that I secretly love that she calls me first when something happens. Chaebin is my right hand gal. My broski. My homegirl. My uh… well she’s great honestly. She’s all bark and no bite with the strongest affiliation for cute things, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. These two are pretty much my whole life other than the impending doom of my failing future that I have chosen to personally personify. Makes it less scary if it's punchable, honestly. 

“Are you gonna actually do your work or are you gonna stare at your coffee all day?

Rolling my head to the side, I eye Chaebin with the blankest face I can muster. 

“I didn’t ask to be criticized when I asked you to come to the library with me.” 

“No, but you did ask me to make sure you finish your paper in time for practice tonight. Yoonjin will cry if you let her go by herself again.” I groan, throwing my head against the cushion of the booth’s chair. She’s right, I know she is. I’ve missed two weeks of dance workshops and Yoonjin, without missing a beat, after every workshop comes knocking on my door teary eyed and sputtering about how she was all alone and lost without me there. Food usually helps soften her up. 

“You think she’ll forgive me if I miss just one more week?” Chaebin twitches her eyebrow up as she side eyes me from her computer. I slump even further and push my laptop farther away in favor of laying my head down. “You’re right. She’ll probably accuse me of abandoning her and our friendship if I skip one more time.” 

“I’ve literally seen you pump out a 12 page research paper in 3 hours, just go dance or whatever tonight and stress yourself later.” 

“Anxiety and Red Bull are a toxic combo, but I’ll have you know that I got a 94 on that paper.” Smiling smugly, I turn my head to look at her. She’s not wearing her glasses today, so it’s hard to tell if she’s glaring at me or blind today. “If I bail, are you gonna be okay by yourself? I can swing by afterwards with Yoonjin, so you don’t have to walk home alone tonight.” 

Her glare softens as she shakes her head no before grabbing some eyedrops. Oh. So she is wearing her contacts. “No, I’ll be okay. I came packing.” Her right hand pats her bag before she smirks and continues searching through her syllabus. 

I eye her bag warily and half jokingly say, “Please, tell me you don’t have a gun.” 

Her face scrunches as she stares at me. “Are you stupid? Why would I have a gun? I meant I have my phone and a taser. Do I look like I know how to shoot a gun?” 

I shrug and start packing up my bag. My joints scream and pop from being stationary so long. “I am, do I look like I know how to shoot a gun? You never know Chae, I could be a highly skilled marksman just waiting to take someone out. I might not even be a real college student, just a really good undercover assassin.” 

Her nose twitches as she clicks open a few browsers. “You almost cried last night when you saw a stray cat ignore you. I highly doubt you’re killing anyone these days.” 

“Animals love me and that one hurt, don’t use my feelings against me. Don’t you remember when you cried because you thought I was ignoring you last year?” Her face dropped as she coughed into her shirt, trying to hide the red splotches. “I was literally sick for three days and you came to my apartment with food because you thought I hated you. What was it you said? Something about not being allowed to hate you if you fed me.” 

“We don’t talk about junior year, I was going through it.” Her voice was tight, but I could tell she was amused. “It’s almost 6 o’clock, you should text Yoonjin and tell her that you’re not abandoning her tonight.” She slides my bag towards me and lets me scoot past her out of the booth. 

“Yoonjin and I will be by later to walk you back to your apartment around 9:30. Sound good?” My legs wiggle as I try and get a feeling back into them from sitting so long. When I stand there longer than normal, her eyes flash up as she nods and waves her hand at me to leave. 

To: Yoonjin the Trash Bin

You wanna meet outside the commons tonight or walk over together?

From: Yoonjin the Trash Bin

WAHH 

YOU”RE COMMING? No more awkwardly standing in the back by myself!?!?!? :)))))))

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let’s meet in the the commons

To: Yoonjin the Trash Bin

7? By the double doors upstairs?

From: Yoonjin the Trash Bin

No, no, no my friend come ASAP. We have much to discuss.

To: Yoonjin the Trash Bin

Uh okay???? See you in like 10 minutes I guess??? 

From: Yoonjin the Trash Bin

See you! <3

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“You actually did come.” Yoonjin’s hand reaches out and pinches my arm before she settles back against the wall. “I thought for sure your text was all some weird daydream I had conjured up.”

“Chaebin convinced me that our friendship was on the line if I left you alone at another workshop for the third week in a row.” My bag landed on the ground as I slide down next to Yoonjin. Her hair, newly cut and dyed to a short choppy greyish purple bob, was still something I needed to get used to. Yoonjin had failed her midterm last week and as a result decided that her hair would rejuvenate her life and, thus, her will to study. I still don’t think she’s bought her textbooks for this semester yet, but that’s not my business. 

“As she should! It was your idea to start coming to these dance things, and you left me!” Despite her anger, she still turned her smoothie toward me as an offering. “I look like a loose limbed monkey in there. At least with you there, you explain the steps to me.” I choke on the smoothie a little bit, as she crosses her arms.

“Loose limbed monkey? Yoon, you look fine! These workshops are meant for people who don’t have dance experience. It was your idea to try dancing, I just found a place to do it” Her face contorts as she sips on her smoothie again, shaking it to mix it up and get some frustration out. 

“It wouldn’t be so bad if people like you or Jeong-fucking-guk didn’t kept coming. It’s not fair to suck and then have to watch you two just like magically do it.” Her head gets thrown back with a thud as she grunts. Immediately I laugh and rub the back of her head in oder to soothe the soon to be ache. 

“I can go if you want since you seem to not want me or Jeongguk here apparently.” Her eyes dart over to me in the most non threatening but threatening way possible for someone like her. “Okay, so I’ll stay. Make your mind up Yoonjin, I can’t keep playing these games with you.” I click my tongue against my teeth as she smacks my thigh closest to her. “You said something about Jeongguk coming right? Since when does he come out to these things? I thought he was a dance and choreography minor? Shouldn’t he be with the big dogs or something in like a real class dancing?” 

Yoonjin hums, offering me the rest of her smoothie. It’s a green looking health smoothie from a self proclaimed health bar down the street. It’s for sure my favorite, and definitely not her’s, so I take it and nudge her as a thanks. “That’s the thing, I didn’t even know he went to these things. Usually I just hang out with you and everyone else who hides in the back with me, but last week he came up to me and asked if you were still coming.” I raise my eyebrows in surprise and nod for her to continue. “I told him you’ve been busy and he kinda just nodded and shuffled away. He did tell me to tell you to take it easy though.” “Were you ever planning on telling me that a boy approached you about me?” 

“I'm telling you now and that’s all that matters. Besides, I thought you swore off men after the mishap freshman year with that one Tinder date.” 

Immediately my face heats up, and I grimace at the memory. “We don’t talk about that for a good reason, you brat.” If she’s mad I called her a brat, her smug smile doesn’t show it. I go to open my mouth and further yell at her for bringing up the traumatizing story when a pair of black heavy boots skids to a stop by my stretched out legs. 

Okay, so here's the thing about Jeon Jeongguk . He is terrifyingly good looking. So much so that looking at him hurts, like physically hurts. Jeon Jeongguk could punch me in the face and I would say thank you for the attention and bow before passing out. Okay, that’s perhaps way too far but he is attractive and built. God, is he built. And he’s not even an asshole about it! Most guys who exercise thrive on showing off their bodies and flaunting their muscles. Not Jeon Jeongguk , though., Nope! Jeongguk wears sweaters and button ups that make him resemble a Korean version of Mr. Rogers. All smiles and kind eyes with a heart of gold. Men like Jeongguk are the reason I have heart issues and top notch acting skills. 

“You’re back!” My eyes blink a few times at Jeongguk before I register that he's looking at and me actually speaking. When I don’t say anything Jeongguk fiddles with the sleeve of his shirt and looks at Yoonjin before letting out a cough. He speaks a little calmer now, more airy and rushed. “Yoonjin said you’ve been busy and I was worried you weren’t gonna come back ‘til next semester. Not that I worried about you or like not not worried about you, but uh…” He sputtered a little and lets out a small huff of air before ruffling his hair back. My lips pressed together as I swing from internally swooning over his cuteness to the attractiveness of him pushing his hair back. “It’s good so see you back. Hobi hyung, says it's good to have some experienced people in the class to encourage and help beginners.”

“Is that why you keep coming too?” 

Maybe he doesn’t expect my question or for me answer him at all, but he blinks a little too hard and shyly looks over my shoulder rather than my face. It’s cute and maybe it makes a smile break out on my face. Just maybe though. “Yes! Hobi-hyung asked me to help him since he can’t uh ya know help everyone at once.” He doesn’t sound too sure of himself, but I let it go seeing as this is our first comprehensible conversation. 

“That’s sweet of you to help your hyung for free. Does Hoseok-shi think I’m there to do the same? I feel a little bad missing the past two weeks if you’ve been doing it all by yourself.” I frown and pinch my eyebrows a little tighter, looking the direction of the doors. Should I apologize? Yoonjin beside me, I can tell, has grown more and more interested in our conversation as she undoubtedly is texting our group-chat with Chaebin about what's happening. She nudges me to focus when the conversation stalls a little. The nerve of her, I swear.

Jeongguk , getting redder and slightly more panicky, shakes his head no a little too roughly. His hair looks a little messed up, and I nearly squeal with the need to fix the adorable mess that he is right now. Outside, however, I just smile softly and encourage him to explain. “Hobi-hyung and I are okay, you’re just like an added bonus to class cause you know you obvious have some experience with your technic and seem to pick up the dances quickly.” It’s a little rushed, but I think I make out everything he’s saying.

“Are you trying to say I’m a good dancer Jeongguk ?” It’s meant to be lighthearted and playful, but Jeongguk physically widens his eyes and looks everywhere, but in my direction for a few seconds before he stops trying to voice anything out just nods. My hands clasp in my lap as a I suppress a smile and will the flush to disappear from my cheeks. “Thanks, you dance really well too. I can see why you’re studying dance.” 

Jeongguk whispers the faintest, “Thank you,” before shoving his thumb in the direction of the door indicating that he’s gonna help them set up for the workshop. I wave goodbye and watch as he does the same and dashes behind the door. Now that he’s gone, I can breathe a little easier. That was probably the weirdest experience I’ve had today, or this week for that matter. Pretty people don’t just go up to me and talk, let alone me of all people. And when I say pretty people, I mean pretty people like Jeongguk and his pretty posse of friends.  Jeongguk and his hyungs are just uncommonly so pretty and somehow together all the time. Even now Jeongguk is inside with Jung Hoseok, a graduate student who hosts the beginner dance workshops on Thursday. The fact that  Jeongguk even talked to me, or asked about me last is enough to twist my insides a little. Normal people talk to people all of the time, but  Jeongguk was not normal and his hyungs are not normal. I mean they are, but they project this ethereal aura that just intimidates everyone. So, why for the love of God was Jeon Jeongguk just talking to me?

“Are we gonna talk about what just happened or are you gonna keep staring at the door?”

“Shut up, I'm trying to process everything.”

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Cadence - V/Taehyung (BTS)

Type: Fluff

Word Count: 1265

Description:  Cadence - (n) a sequence of notes or chords comprising the close of a musical phrase 

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[Author~ I had to write this because I’ve noticed Tae play bits of jazz/blues songs while broadcasting on the V app and couldn’t help myself. He also used to play saxophone for those who didn't know. Also, I highly recommend listening to this while reading, it makes it really submersive.]

It began with the shrill of a piano, as every night did. Following the freestyle of scales and arpeggios of the slick black keyed instrument, a rising and falling pulse beat echoed from its neighboring companion; the cello. A cool, soft toe tap inducing beat, sounded from beyond the large stringed instrument; the drums were always my favorite part. Every night began like this, the swaying of bodies compelled by those who aroused such sounds from beyond the seats.

My eyes browsed beyond the wooden barrier, scanning the relaxed faces of those who seemed entranced by the skillful composers. I too succumbed the beautiful sounds surrounding me. It was one of the many reasons I had taken the job, to listen to beauty.

As always, I kept my ears open, not wanting to miss a single syncopated note as the night prolonged. I served from within the dark and skillfully designed wooden bar, smiling and nodding along with those who sat near me. If you stayed long enough, past the workers who struggled in after work, you would witness something truly magnificent. At 8 o’clock on the dot, his footsteps would silently make their way to a seat, simultaneous with the returning trumpet man. As first, I thought he had known the hired trumpet and that his returning figure was merely for support. In time I gathered that the recurring man was simply here as everyone else; to encompass himself in the sweet escape of music.

We had never spoken, only nodding to each other when he stood at the bar and nodded to his chosen poison for the night. He would slip his card my way and I would trade him for the liquid substance of the night. Our silent conversations never passed that extent. Neither of us moved to change the habit; I suppose we enjoyed it.

Until one night he swaggered in, head high and peaceful as he sat down. His usual seat was four tables from the bar, closest to the back right corner. Today he had abandoned his usual seat, choosing the most centered table in front of the small dance floor and stage. I watched from beyond the side stage currents, curious about why he had moved.

“Are you watching tall and handsome over there?” My eyes left his lean figure as I looked up at the kind bearded pianist. I scoffed and furrowed my eyebrows back at the said man as he repeatedly looked from the bar to his watch. “He doesn’t usually come on Thursdays, I wonder why he came today.”

I tore myself from the velvet curtain, nerves setting in. “You ready little girly?” My head glanced at the piano nodding before straightening my dress with shaky fingers. In a matter of seconds, the comfort of dark blue velvet left me open and bare as the greeting of tables of people conversing silently opened before me. Their eyes traveled to my still form as I felt at the smooth material across my body, wishing away the nerves. But none of their eyes affected me like his did. I gulped, maintaining eye contact as a slow romantic beat resonated. My hips swayed unknowingly as a simple melody floated from the horn of a trumpet, joined by the soft pressing keys of a piano. As they conversed, bantering with harmonies and cannons, a new sound joined the choir. It was enchanting, slow and steady as it complimented the noise behind it. The enticing sound compelling the movements of others, luring them to the floor between the man and I. Our eyes met between the dancing bodies, each time moving slower and slower. Time itself yielding to the tempo of each song. And each song I could still feel his eyes.

After countless songs, I began to tire. My brain was working on overdrive, but my throat was straining and my body was growing tiresome from the refrained swaying and constant standing in heels. Finally, I bowed, my smile greeted the dancers’ clapping as a stepped from the stage. I felt the fabric of my dress sway as I made my way to the bar, motioning for water vaguely.

“I didn’t know you could sing.” Was the first thing he said to me.

My eyes left the clear liquid in front of me, focusing on his stature instead. “Surprise?” I shrugged my shoulders, turning my body to face the man before.

“It sure is.” His eyes crinkled as he smiled boxy and confident. “My name is Taehyung.”

“(Y/N).”

Our hands connected in a firm shake as I returned his smile, not matching its brilliant shine I’m sure. Nothing could match it. Our bodies remained in their positions as he silently ordered  some wine, placing one in my hand and clinking our glasses together with a smile. We returned to our previous silent conversations as we observed each other in secret.

His shoulders were broad underneath his suit, most likely tailored to fit only him. A crisp clean-cut black jacket and pants tied well with a matching black tie over a white shirt and shined shoes. His body screamed sophistication, but his smile betrayed his looks as it gave away his inner childlike demeanor. Deep brown hair flopped just over his eyes, complementing a matching pair of eyes that roamed from myself to the surrounding areas. When our wine began to run dry our eyes once again found themselves meeting, only this time I seemed to shy away, finding the proximity to someone so striking nerve-racking.

He stood with a jump, holding his right hand close to my body in an open gesture. “Do you want to dance?”

My eyes traveled up his arm to his face, returning his large smile with one of my own, while nodding. How could I refuse when he smiles like that? “I would love to.” His hand exceeded mine in size, consuming my small one entirely as he led me through the low lit room to the empty  dance floor.

I looked to side, hiding my reddened face as he placed his left hand on my waist, keeping my right enclosed in his as we swayed to the tempo of the band. I felt his chest rumble as he chuckled, gazing down at me in a way I could only hope to describe as fondness.

Minutes turned to hours as we continued to sway, our bodies molding closer as time passed. Our right hands left their grasps and settled for holding each other. His hands encircling my waist while mine wrapping themselves comfortably around his shoulders, allowing my head to rest on his chest. We hadn’t spoken a word in who knows how long, but we didn’t need to. The music told us all we needed to know, all we would ever need to know. And as the last cadence of the night sounded, I felt his hands tighten on mine while I lifted my head giving him a small smile.

“Alright you love birds, time to go.” Our eyes glanced at the spoken cellist as he winked and began sweeping the stage.

Our laughs mingled together as we detached from our warm embrace. I gathered my long forgotten heels from a nearby chair, as he grabbed his discarded jacket from the same table. I bid a goodbye to everyone within in range, waving slightly as Taehyung and I walked in step out the door.

“I’m glad we danced.”

“I am too.” Our footsteps halted as he grabbed my hand softly. “We should do it again.”

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Vulnerable - Suga/Min Yoongi (BTS)

Type: Pure Fluff ~ you’ve been warned Word count - 1418

Description: He is a fragile man with so many complexities, being able to see him, truly him, was a jewel.

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Cold chills of air ran against my face as I hung the damp cloth on a rack. My fingers rushed through my hair hoping to find a quick away to prepare it for bed. I sighed in defeat, leaving it to tangle as it pleased for the night.

“Jagiya! Hurry up you old woman, I’m tired.”

My mouth slacked ajar as I threw open the bathroom door connected to my bedroom. My face showing disbelief at the person laid across my mattress. “I’m younger than you! Who are you calling old woman? You’re the one with gray hair, grandpa!” I huffed whilst flicking off the lights and shuffling over to the bed. Not before flashing a faux look of annoyance his way of course.

“Ya! Don’t be rude.” Yoongi flicked my forehead lightly before adjusting his arm under my head and placing his body closer to mine under the duvet. A breath of air left my lungs as I drank in the familiarity of his touch. 

“Yes, because you can make all the rude comments in the world and I just have to take it?” My tone was of course playful and teasing, seeing as Yoongi and I’s relationship was based purely off of sarcasm. Before he could answer though, I reached up and wiped a finger on his cheek curiously.

“Ya! What was that for?” Yoongi turned his face from my reach as I inspected my forefinger closely. He eyed my reaction closely, most likely waiting for something odd to spurt from my mouth at my odd behavior. Instead, I turned my body to the nightstand adjacent to me and plucked a makeup remover rag from my drawer. Turning back to Yoongi, I used my free hand to rotate his face towards me.

Neither of us said anything as I carefully wiped away the applied makeup. His eyes heavily followed my every move, but I chose to ignore his stare and focused on each crevice and dip of his face. Finishing, I gave him a slight smile and placed the rag lazily on the nightstand. When my body turned back to look at Yoongi, his eyes lacked the stare from before. Now, they seemed to find interest in everything but me. I ignored it and returned to my spot. “It’s not good to sleep in make up you know.” When he didn’t reply I continued, hoping to make light of what ever was bothering him. “It causes wrinkles, we wouldn’t want you to look too much like a grandpa now would we?” His eyes shifted to me briefly before shutting.

Being level with his chest I found it easy to stare at its repetitive movements, not knowing what else to say. My hand gingerly placed itself on his chest, drawing lazy shapes in worry. It wasn’t like him to pass up banter, especially when I teased him for his ever changing hair.

My eyes trained upwards to his face, looking for any sign of discomfort. To my surprise our eyes met. It was short-lived however, Yoongi had already lifted his eyes to the ceiling before I could blink in return. I did not however, miss the traces of insecurity within his eyes. But that was a long shot; never in the months I had known Yoongi had I seen such a look of insecurity pass over his face. I had come to know Yoongi as a complex man with simple gestures, many of which I learned to understand and love. Raw emotions however, were rare and unseen by many who knew him.

“Yoongi are you alright?” His eyes still didn’t meet mine. “Jagi?” I inched closer to his face and brought my hand to his cheek, forcing his eyesight in my direction carefully. “Is everything alright?”

He seemed to struggle with his words before finally opening his mouth. For someone with such a way with lyrics, I had never seen him struggle to speak before. “I feel a little bare. You know… usually you only see me with makeup. To go without it in front of you it just feels a little…”

“Intimate?” I giggled, finding the new and shy side of Yoongi to be endearing.

Yoongi smile tightly as a light blush set in, nodding his head at my words. “Yeah.”

Seeing where this was going, I nodded my head before continuing to rub small circles with my thumb on his cheek, cradling his head. Neither of us spoke for quite sometime; I, myself thinking what to say to the impossible man in front of me, and Yoongi battling something inside his head. Finally I spoke.

“When I think of makeup I think of Suga.” My words were gentle and low, only meant for his ears. “I think of a confident guy, who knows what he wants and works to get it.” I could see Yoongi’s confused face as he failed to see where I was going with my words. I ignored his curious eyes and continued. “Suga is an idol who millions of people love, who deals with pressure he shouldn’t have to, yet works his butt off for ARMY and for his friends. Suga is someone I have to share with the world.” I could see his inner turmoil as he opened this mouth to respond, most likely to deny my words, but my words shushed him once again. “But Min Yoongi… now that is mine. The world can keep Suga and his perfect skin and confident attitude; I only want Min Yoongi.”

His eyebrows furrowed at my words, torn between my declaration for Yoongi and my dismiss of Suga; both of which he felt connected to. Nevertheless, he let me continue in silence.

“When he’s stressed he gets these cute little bumps on his cheeks that he likes to play off as nothing, but I know it’s because he gets to busy to wash his face when he works. And he has dark spots under his eyes that puff up sometimes and look absolutely adorable; although, I get the feeling he doesn’t like them.” My fingers traced over the said under eye spots and smiled at him once again, my voice never breaking its soft tone. “He even gets kind of shiny when he gets really lazy and I know he hates it because he always feels at it and makes a face.”

By now Yoongi had caught on to wait I was trying to do, causing a smile to stretch across his face. His hands found their way to mine own laid across his cheek as he held it firmly in place.

“I could go on and on about what makes Min Yoongi, Min Yoongi, but I’m feeling sleepy at the moment and there’s this really attractive guy staring me down and I just can’t ignore him any longer.” I giggled and brushed my nose against his, placing a gentle kiss afterwards in the same spot. “So I’ll finish it with this; What makes my Min Yoongi, Min Yoongi is that he is imperfect. He has faults and bad habits, and his skin isn’t porcelain, but it’s completely him. And I wouldn’t have him any other way.”

I felt his forehead touch mine as he gripped my hand on his cheek tighter. I smiled and closed my eyes, wiping the dampness from under his eyes. I had never seen Yoongi cry before, but I wasn’t going to call him out on it. He is a fragile man with so many complexities, being able to see him, truly him, is a jewel. Therefore, I sat in silence breathing in his warm ragged breaths that grazed my face, giving him the comfort that he needed with my presence.

“I love you.”

My eyes continue to gaze into his, shocked at his softly muttered confession.

“Y-you don’t need to say anything.” He continued in a similar tone to my own previous one; soft and gentle, despite the quiver. “I already know, you don’t need to say it.”

My finger stopped their gentle motions on his cheek as I smiled at the strange boy laid next to me. “Okay.” I kissed his lips, nothing more than a ghost of a touch, while grabbing his hand in mine and cradling it to my chest, placing a kiss to his knuckle muttering a sweet goodnight to the intricate boy known as Min Yoongi.