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[agustdtown1]

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[eli-my-beloved]

I must ask the age old question.... Which one of the guys would love us if we were a worm?? Like what would they say if we asked them that? I can see Beau looking at us like we've finally gone insane

this is the question ever. thank you anon.

beau would definitely be confused, especially if you asked him this question in the original storyline. i guess if MC asked him that in the modern au, maaaaaybe he would understand that it's some sort of joke?

“beau, if i were a worm, would you still love me?”

“i—.... [y/n]. what is this supposed to mean.”

but if you took the time to nicely explain the joke to him, i'm sure he'd say yes and chuckle a bit.... but then he'd actually start treating the question like a serious one and he'll just be sitting here, his eyebrows furrowed as he asks himself, “but would i truly still love MC if they were a worm? what would that actually entail? would it be morally reprehensible of me to have feeelings for a worm?”

even though he'd be slightly confused at first, i'm a 100% sure winter white would end up saying yes. he just loves you a lot, and even though this is a very weird question, he assumes it's some sort of "test" you're doing to see if he really loves you. you're not doing that btw, you're just being silly.

“winter white, if i were a worm, would you still love me?”

“wh— i mean, of course, my mausebär! i'll always love you. even if you were a worm, or a fish, or an ostrich, or a penguin, or....”

tyrian would be a bit surprised by your question at first, but he'd just find it funny and endearing. of course he'd still love you.

“tyrian, if i were a worm, would you still love me?”

“of course i'd still love you... well, i guess it would be hard to really love a worm in the first place, since they're so small and unexpressive. but for you, i could try.”

alistair would definitely say no.

“alistair, would you still love me if i were a worm?”

“no. and if i saw you as a worm i'd crush you.”

maybe he'd apologize if his answer actually made you cry.

rampion is... well, how do i even explain this....

“rampion, would you still love me if i were a worm?”

“would 𝘺𝘰𝘶 still love me if i were a worm?”

“of course. and we'd be worm buddies, and we'd do worm things together, like, huh... eating dirt!”

“oh yeah, dirt is delicious.”

“WHAT...”

these were so fun to make, thank you again anon!

[chiekodivine]

fav recipe rn? it can be for a smoothie or a drink, i just want to try something new. ur so pretty btw!

ahhhhh thank you sm and these are some of my summer favs rn!! <333

good soup 🥢˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚♡ ︎🍲 + collagen**

- chicken bone broth**

- rice noodles

- grilled chicken (cook w olive, avocado, n sesame oil)

- bok choy

- celtic salt (not the ground kind)

- boiled egg (no egg yolk 4 me)

- mushrooms (cook w grass fed butter)

- turmeric

brown sugar blueberry matcha ˖⊹ ࣪ 🍵 ˖⊹ ࣪ ˖⟡🫐

**any fruit flavored syrup can be used

- unsweetened organic matcha powder

- hot water

- brown sugar

- unsweetened oat or almond milk

- blueberry syrup

[bobabeomii]

🥢 be looking real good rn 🥰✨

[skulltasticc]

I’ve been seeing you in my notes on all my blogs and it took me till today to realize your pfp is error sans- it’s really cool!!!

- crow collective

ACK. I'VE BEEN PERCIEVED

Nah, thank you though! He's a funky little guy and he's in headspace. Drew himself a while ago and we've kept it there since - Fresh

[nightzskii]

The disappointment I feel from opening this app quite literally overrides every logical outcome of when the universe ends.

[emmyrosee]

So Urm just a thought u got any…. Deep non curse sukuna angst I think it’s a good day to cry.

-anon🥢

Sukuna is nothing if not self sabotaging.

Things with you have been good. Borderline perfect; you’re the missing piece to the life he’s cursed to live, where he’s always self aware of his weaknesses and takes them out on those around him. There is no blessing, not when all he does it hurt. It’s a miracle yuuji and choso deal with his shit enough, he knows they should’ve dropped him off the face of the earth with the pain he causes.

Now, it seems, it’s your turn.

Your turn to be on the receiving end of his fury, his rage and heartbreak, your only chance to escape being to leave him; maybe that’s all he wants: you to leave him.

He stopped calling you. Stopped answering texts. When his brothers and parents ask about you, he merely stays silent, opting against making you sound more divine than they know you are.

You’re perfect. You’re not for him.

Theres a pounding on the door that goes unanswered by everyone in the house, and he groans as he gets up to answer it, only to reveal your frame in the door.

You look distraught. You’re angry, he can see that in your eyes, there’s a betrayal buried deep in them. Your face holds a scowl and your breathing picks up at the sight of him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes and walks away from the open door, knowing you’ll follow him no matter what. “So?”

“So?” You ask, offended. “You and I are supposed to be in love, supposed to be partners in crime-“

“Im hearing a lot of ‘supposed to be,’ and not a lot of ‘have to be’” he snaps. He hears you take a breath to say something, but you don’t. He screws his eyes shut. “Get over it. I didn’t sign a contract with my blood saying I have to come to your every beck and call.”

“Sukuna. Stop.”

“Stop what?”

“Being an asshole,” you say firmly. “Let me in. I’m here. What’s going on?”

“I’m sick of you.”

At his blunt words, you gasp, and sukuna feels the bile rise up his throat. He’ll do anything though. Anything to make you stop loving him. “What…?”

“I’m sick. Of you,” he echos. “You checking up on me, demanding we go out, flaunting me off to your friends like I’m some damn trophy-“

“Because I love you!” You hiss. “I want to show you off, make the world see how lucky I am to have you!”

“‘Show me off?’” He cackles, spinning on his heel to face you. “There’s nothing to show. I am nothing to you. You, are nothing to me.”

You reel back at his words, waterline swelling with tears as you are wounded by his words. “You think because I take you out on a few dates, we kissed a little and I held that little hand of yours, that you’re anything special to me?” He shakes his head with a cruel chuckle, “I’ve done that to every broad I’ve ever been with. You’re not special. Never were anything more than a body to me.”

You puff out your chest like an animal trying to protect itself, “then what about the nights we cuddled?” You demand. “What about our late night trips to McDonald’s or 7/11? What about the nights you cried in my chest about your miseries and hardships, and I carded your hair and cradled you close to my body?”

“What about them!” He yells, the cracks in his confidents breaking. Those moments mean the world to him, and for him to now force you to use them against him has his blood running cold. “Yeah, I let you see the softer bits of me. Who cares?”

“I do!” You wail. “Because it made me think, for one second, that we could be something special! Something we earned and worked for together!”

“I think you forget,” he snarls, “I lived a fine life without you in it. We can go right fucking back the minute you started thinking this bullshit.”

You flinch at the harshness of his words. It’s working. Sukuna feels it. The love you have for him dwindling, the connection being frayed and severed with every pass of his words-

“Then do it,” you whisper. “If your life was so great loveless, then go back. But just know, I’ll never stop loving you. Ever. You’ll never have the peace of the freedom of heartbreak when it comes to me.”

With that, you take a step back, followed by another, but your eyes never leave his. Your bottom lip wobbles and you grab your coat over the back of his chair. He watches as you cover your mouth with your hand before dashing out, slamming the door behind you and leaving a trail of tears. His eyes are fixed on the door that’s finally stopped shaking on its hinges from the slam, as if waiting for you to sweep back in and demand his love, demand him to care and want you back.

But it doesn’t come. You don’t come back.

He can’t fight the urge to swipe everything off the counter with his arms in a fury, plates and cups flying off and shattering under the force. He pants like a voracious beast, angry and predatory, but he’s grounded as he steps on a shard of crystal from his mom’s wine glass.

And now, rather than chase you down the street, begging for your forgiveness, he sits down, using his hands to pick up the bigger shards. There’s an unfamiliar trickling down his cheek of hot tears, one splatters to the floor, and that’s it. Sukuna, with the monster he worked so hard to keep at bay, ruins another paradise in his life.

He cries alone.

All alone.

[hwanchaesong]

━⁠☞🍽️ Second Course: He treats you so well, and you're naive enough to believe that only you have the key to his tasty heart. Or his pants. 🥢

🎧: Olivia Rodrigo - Traitor

wc: 1.0k

genre & warnings: angst, some fluff, mentions of sex, cursing, crying, there's another girl, lovers to exes, pure heartbreak :D , Yeji of ITZY special appearance etc etc

a/n: this is a part of The Sour Restaurant series. if y'all want, you can read the other album inspired fics of other groups here.

ps. i've already reposted this but it still won't appear under the tags that i've put so ig i'll just let it be lmao. imma just post it the way it is bc i'm tired of trying and thinking on what to do to make it work.

At the tender age of 13, you took note of everything that was written in an article that you accidentally opened and read on a fishy website entitled, 'Signs that your partner is falling out of love.'

You thought it would help you avoid conflict with a future partner, it would help you evade an impending heartbreak, but nothing can prepare you for the real world, it seems.

Your boyfriend, Park Seonghwa, was the definition of a picture perfect man.

He's kind, respectful and loving. He had all the love languages.

He never shunned away from skinship, and most of the time, he's the one who's initiating it. Giving you hugs and kisses even in public without any ounce of shame.

Even when he's busy, he still gives you the time of his day. Often, he would choose to lose sleep if it means that he'll be able to talk and see you after a long, tiring day at work.

He's also the type to buy 'just because' gifts. Randomly walking around a park then he'll see this cute bunny keychain, buying it immediately so he can give it to you because the bunny reminds him of you.

Fixing collars, tying shoelaces, cooking you food— he does it all, and naturally too. The way he pampers you like a mother hen is the sweetest thing you have ever seen in a man.

The most important thing though? It's his ability to listen and soothe all your worries away. He tells you that if you're overthinking, you can simply say it to him and he'll gladly give you all the assurance that you need.

So, what went wrong? Where did it go wrong? Is there something wrong with you?

The situation at hand made you question yourself, then again, are you really the problem here?

"The least you can give me is a reasonable explanation!" you yelled, gripping Seonghwa's arm that was holding his suitcase, attempting to stop him from leaving you without any form of closure.

"Well, what do you want me to say?" he snapped, raising his usual soft voice at you, something that he has never done before.

"A reason! Explanation, anything! Why are you suddenly breaking up with me?!" you blinked rapidly, the itchiness in your throat makes it harder for you to breathe, and the sinking feeling of dread in your stomach is urging you to vomit.

This is so fucking messed up.

Just last night, Seonghwa was fine. He even made love to you in your shared bed, whispering how good you are for him.

Last week, he brought you flowers. Last last week, he took you to a nice restaurant for dinner. Last month, he took you to Maldives for a summer getaway.

Nothing changed and everything felt the same, thus, the current happenings don't make sense.

You come home from work and the next thing you know, your significant other of how many years are mumbling nonsense of going separate ways. That you two are better off without the other.

You just don't fucking understand what the hell went wrong.

"I don't love you anymore."

You never knew that a mere sentence that is composed of five words is more than enough to break your heart, your world.

He doesn't love you anymore?

"Since when?" you weakly muttered, wanting answers that will probably hurt you more.

"For the last few months."

You winced, there were no signs of him not loving you. He must be lying, his shaky chocolate orbs say otherwise.

"Okay." you speak, no more energy to fight for him, to fight for a battle that is not worth the blood, sweat, and tears.

Just like that, you watched him walk away. Out of your home, out of your life, and you were left alone. Crying your heart out, gripping your chest as it physically hurts as well, the pain searing through you.

Two weeks later.

Your friend, Yeji, was making a ruckus, she was basically shoving her phone in your face.

"Y/N, look! Isn't this your ex?"

You peeked at the device, and your heart dropped along with your mood.

What the fuck?

That is your only reaction at the photo posted on Seonghwa's instagram because it hasn't been a month, and here he is, with a girl that he's being lovey-dovey with.

A girl.. a familiar one.

"That fucker." you uttered menacingly, your fists tightly clenched on your lap as your friends worriedly glanced at you.

Isn't that the one you asked him about? The fucking girl that was lingering around him all the damn time like a wretched fly. He told she's nothing but a co-worker.

Sure. Kissing your co-worker on the cheeksin a field of maple trees is very professional, isn't it?

You are not sure what to feel. He broke up with you so he could date that girl, it seems.

Should you be thankful? Or should you curse him until he dies?

Either way, now that you're thinking about it, maybe he really didn't fall out of love with you, just that he found someone that he loves more. There was no proof, but there was evidence of his upcoming betrayal.

The way he was always on his phone, and maybe, all the things he had done for you before were nothing but distractions so you wouldn't notice what he was doing behind your back.

A lady's gut never lies, yet you choose to ignore it, and this is what you get.

You laughed yet the tears dripping down your cheeks is the complete opposite of your actions.

Not once did you hear him apologize during the argument about the break-up, and my god, did you hate him so much for entering your life like a storm and leaving such a mess behind.

Park Seonghwa is no cheater, but he is a raging traitor.

Then again, no one is at fault here but you, as you should've seen this coming. You should've been alert, using your rationality instead of your useless heart, and now you're paying the price for his treason.

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[bonny-kookoo]

Yoongi: Eat The Rich (2)

Yoongi has been called a lot; wild, insane, dangerous: but never has one seen him excited, happy- and in love.

Tags/Warnings: cat hybrids Yoongi & mc, Violence, murder, strangers to lovers, blood, angst, graphic descriptions of violence, adult themes, fluff, romance, detective Min is introduced oh my

Length: Long

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"I hate that I never know where you sleep." Yoongi growls a little, opening the bottle of juice for you before you take it from him, eagerly drinking the cold beverage. You've both grown closer since everything happened, and Yoongi has made it clear to you that while you're clearly mates, that doesn't mean that you're obligated to love him.

You sigh as your lips leave the bottle, legs stretching out a little before you lean back, your head tilting towards him with am impish little grin. "Why?" You challenge. "Cause you wanna cuddle, s' that it?" You tease, and he chuckles.

"Maybe, if you're into that." He bites back, and your eyes widen for a split second before you occupy yourself with your drink again, looking away from him.

It's something that amuses him greatly.

You're pretty cheeky, a brat all the way, but whenever he gives you answers like that, you show that he's capable of getting under your skin with ease. But you don't let him have you that easily- and it excites him, the way you have him work for it.

"Hm, Yoongi?" You ask, empty bottle at your feet while you're now laying on your back uncaring of your clothes getting dirty, looking at him while your tail swirls around. "Can you buy me Naengmyeon?" You ask, eyes all round and sparkling.

"Thought you didn't wanna go on a date with me." He teases, looking down at where you're laying, part of your stomach showing. He feels weirdly protective of you showing such a vulnerable part of your body like this, wants to reach out and pull down your shirt to cover you, but you're not his to protect yet. He's got no right to touch you with such intentions.

Yet.

"Pfff." You pout at him, crossing your arms as your foot kicks the bottle away. "Dont be mean.." you mumble, and he shakes his head laughing.

"Am I?" He questions, standing up from where he was sitting next to you. "Come on then, get your ass up." He says, getting out his cigarettes to light one up, while you jump into a standing position, tumbling into him however. And for a second, he wants to joke, tease even- but he notices how you have to visibly regain yourself, blood pressure having probably tumbled down from your quick movements.

But you don't ever let him see you vulnerable, clearly used to covering up any weaknesses you might have. "Last one at the restaurant has to pay!" You yell out, running off laughing, while he sighs, opening his arms in defeat.

"I have to pay anyways!" He yells after you-

Though he does start to dash after you, uncaring of people looking at you both oddly.

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"Tell me about him." The cleanly dressed detective asks, standing behind the table across from you, leaned forwards on the edge of it.

"You guys must love chaining pretty girls up in here like this." You say, leaning forwards to push out your cleavage as if to prove your point. "Play bad cop all you want if it's fun for you." You shrug, setting back into your chair.

"You'll sing like a bird soon, don't worry." The man chuckles, watching you like he's got you all figured out. "They all do at some point." He claims.

"I won't." You simply answer, before leaning forwards again, so close you can clearly see the indent from the scar in his face. "Wanna know why?" You ask, and he doesn't move an inch.

"Humor me." He challenges lowly, and you break into a grin.

"Cause the cat eats the bird, never the other way 'round." You giggle, moving away from him again.

"You don't seem to be bothered to be here." The man simply moves on, opening a folder with documents. "I guess because you're more than familiar with the interior of this room." He shrugs, now finally sitting down. "Multiple acts of theft, driving without a license, arson, attempted manslaughter. You've spent some time but got released due to good behavior." He reads aloud, and you don't move a single muscle as you hear those things. "Would be a shame if we had to put you back into a shelter again, no? After all, you strays love living on the streets."

"And you love pretending to be human." You giggle, making the man's eyes sharpen significantly. "Oops, did that hit a nerve?" You tilt your head.

"Where the fuck is Min Yoongi." He asks yet again, hands flat on the table.

"Who knows." You shrug. "None of my business."

"Bullshit." He slaps the tabletop, standing up again. "You're fucking him, so you know where he is." He barks at you angrily, and you laugh.

"Maybe in his dreams I am!" You laugh, head leaning back before you look at the detective again. "You really do know nothing. You're so desperate to find your baby brother, it's cute-"

"That is not my brother!" He yells, visibly getting heated now, before he takes a deep breath and sits down again. "How do you know?" He wants to know.

"A bird sang it to me." You simply shrug, watching him.

"Stop fucking around." He suddenly says, pushing the table to the side in a rough manner before he holds onto the arm rests of your chair, face only inches away from you. "I've got free reign to do whatever I want to get any Intel I need, so I'll ask once again, one last fucking time because I'm nice-" he snarls. "How do you know?"

"You smell just like him." You whisper almost, and his gaze stays on you as if it's a camera lens trying to get the focus right. "I just assumed you were, and got it right by pure luck." You shrug, never pulling away from him, even though he's so close your nose could touch any second now. "Do you hate him because he's a hybrid? Or because he at least knows what he is, where he belongs? Must be confusing to be a cat with nothing to show for it." You say, and for once you don't sound like you're mocking him.

No, there's almost a hint of true pity in there.

"Bet the officers at the station talk shit about you behind your back all day." You say, cat ears twitching a little. "Probably mock you, too. Is that why you hate your brother so much? So the humans like you?" You wonder, your tail gently swaying behind you. "You're acting like a child, bullying others just to be the cool kid. What does that say about your character, detective Min?" You ask, and he chuckles, gaze dropping down to your lips before it raises again to your eyes. There's something else in his eyes now, something heated, as he retreats, closes your folder.

"I'll find him." He says, looking back at you as he walks around your chair, keys jingling as he moves behind you, hands on your wrists. "And I'll find you, too." He hums into your ear, chuckling at the surprised face of yours when he simply opens your handcuffs, opening the door. "Go." He orders, and you stand up, now visibly confused and wary as you walk towards the exit of the room- but he just looks after you, never breaking his gaze on you-

Not even once you leave the station, detective Min still watching you from the windows, arms crossed and smirk on his lips.

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"You never told me you had a brother." You say, and Yoongi chokes on his bottled water, both from the scare of you speaking put of nowhere, and the words you'd said.

You're leaning over the edge of the shabby ceiling of the small shed he'd rented out as a second safehouse if anything was to happen, watching him standing down ok the ground, now looking up at you with angrily furrowed brows.

"What the fuck?" He asks, probably both as a genuine question, and as an accusation to scaring him. "And also stop sneaking up on me you creep." He tells you, wiping his mouth.

"Sorry. But it's funny." You giggle, visibly at ease with him now.

"How'd you hear of that?" Yoongi wonders.

"Oh, got arrested last night, dragged into the police station. The detective looked like you, and smelled kind of similar to you too, so I just guessed." You shrug, leaning your chin on your hands.

"Yeah well I don't consider him my brother at all, so don't ever bring that bastard up again." He shakes his head, crossing his arms. "Son of a bitch thinks he's someone special." He mumbles more or less to himself, not looking at you anymore.

It's silent for a moment, until you talk again. "Sorry." You simply say, and he looks up at you hearing that.

"Its okay." He sighs, before properly turning towards you. "Now, will you come down, or..?" He asks, and you perk up at that, easing his mind immediately. He likes seeing you happy.

And that's not because he's your mate.

"Or..?" You ask teasingly. "Will you come and get me instead?" You wonder, and he furrows his brows.

"Absolutely not, I had to beat someone up today and my muscles hurt." He argues, shaking his head.

"Heeh, what muscles huh?" You tease, squinting your eyes as if to try and spot them. "You've got such noodle arms, what muscles are you talking about?" You laugh, making him growl a bit down on his spot, his arms crossed and tongue pushed against the inside of his cheek.

"Your game doesnt work with me love." He simply tells you. "Get down yourself, let's go grab a bite to eat." He says, watching you move around to have your legs dangle off the edge of the roof, the height now ending up making him a little uneasy after all- stepping forward to catch you mid-fall, your hands on his shoulder while his arms are wrapped around your legs, holding you.

And you grin down at him, sparkle in your eyes warm with a hint of something more intimate in them. "Hm, I'll take it back." You say a lot quieter now, no need to talk loudly with the close proximity you're both in, before you kiss his forehead, breaking free of his grip after stunning him with your actions.

"Come on, old guy!" You laugh, a jump in your step as he walks next to you, colorful lanterns and neon signs leading the way, while Yoongi thinks about what you've said.

Him and his brother had been like this for years now, probably ever since he could think of. If he's got his eyes on you now, there's a high chance he will try and use you against him- and it worries Yoongi, because he knows deep down that it would work. He's too invested in you at this point to just sacrifice you to safe himself any longer, no matter if mate or not. Even if he wasn't, he couldn't just leave you alone any longer.

There's something about you he can't explain. Maybe it's the way you just seem.. raw. No mask, no sugarcoating, no act put up to please him or the people around you. You have fun with no regards if people find you weird, you run if you want to, stay still if you feel like it. You're in a way what he himself always thought being free meant down the line. You don't hurt anybody- you just live.

And these days, you kind of evolved, too. From the silent and withdrawn stray that would occasionally spend some time with him, to what you show him now; someone who didn't deserve the harsh treatment this world offered you, someone who doesn't deserve the constant problems thrown your way.

He orders your favorite, sits down with you at a table, watches the streets outside like a guard dog ready to act if something was to happen. He doesn't know what he's waiting for, doesn't know what's to come-

But the scarred face looking at him, man with his hands in his pockets, reminds him of the ever so present danger, just waiting to strike. Yoongi tenses up for a second, before he watches the detective simply walk off, disappearing into the crowd, vanishing out of sight.

"Is your place big?" You wonder, snapping him out of his thoughts as he looks at you, eating your cold noodles with red chopsticks.

"Hm, it depends what you call big." He shrugs. "Guess you'd have to see for yourself?" He wonders, leaning back in his chair as you lift the bowl, savoring every last bit of your meal before you set it back down, licking your lips.

"Guess so." You shrug, not looking at him.

"Is that your way of telling me you wanna stay with me tonight?" He chuckles, and you shrug again, clearly a bit shy- it's new, and he decides that he loves the way you squirm in your seat a bit, unable to look at him.

"Maybe.." you mumble, finally looking at him. "But no funny business!" You accuse, making him lift his hands in playful defeat.

"I'll keep my hands to myself, promise." He laughs. "I can be a gentleman too, you know." He offers, and you cringe. "What?"

"You? A gentleman." You tease, shaking your head.

"You just don't give me a chance to be one, you brat." He grins, tilting his head. "Give me a chance and I might just show you how nice I can be." He offers, and you're not sure if he means it or not.

"..." You're not sure what to answer, when he reaches out to pull the chopsticks out of your hands, placing them onto the table instead. "Guys like you aren't nice." You mumble, and he chuckles.

"True." He agrees. "But I could be just for you."

"You're really tied up in this whole mate-stuff." You giggle, but he shakes his head.

"Even if we weren't, I'd say the same things." He tells you. "It just gave me an extra push to talk to you, that's all." The cat hybrid shrugs, and you scan his body language for any hint of a lie.

But there's none.

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His place is neither big nor small, but surprisingly vibrant.

"I like the view." You say, watching the streets below. "Its cozy." You comment, looking over at Yoongi who's throwing some pillows and a blanket on a mattress.

"Yeah, but don't sleep near the windows." He mumbles. "You never know what sick fuck might try and shoot you in your sleep." He says mostly to himself, something that makes you wonder if such an attempt on his life had ever been made. It's possible with a life like his- and in a way, it makes you worry that one day he'll be taken out like this, dragged away from you.

You're not sure if you can handle that. He's gotten too close to not be bothered by this chance of things happening.

"Where do I sleep then?" You ask, watching how he shrugs.

"Right here? I don't know.." he says, scratching the back of his neck.

"Where do you sleep?" You ask, and he points to another few stacked up mattresses in a corner, and you nod, dragging the mattress closer to that spot. "What-" he starts, though doesn't finish his sentence.

"I.. uhm, I mean, I wanted to stay here to feel safe after all, and.. you know." You try and explain, and he laughs, watching you sit down on the mattress, slipping off your shorts and socks, leaving you in only your top. The glimpse of your naked skin is shortened though, because you quickly crawl under the blanket, your back turned towards him a clear sign that you want to sleep.

So he gets ready for bed himself as well, careful not to make too much noise in case you fell asleep at any point.

And for the first time in years, you sleep deeply, even dream-

For once, the dream being of nothing but happy things.

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[thiscrying]

She looks like fun.

single chapter: kenny.

━━ 🥢 A/N : I am writing this at 04:46 in the morning as a way to thank the repercussion in my other posts, I never really expected that I would receive so many likes, since I am new here, love you all of you and thank you for all the support.

━━ 🍷 WARNINGS : NSFW, bad cliché story

━━ 💋 SYNOPSIS : "dance as if somebody is watching, 'cause they are."

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You were at a big party, you didn't really know anyone and you were only there because you needed to get together since you're new in the city, people seemed to have a really good energy and the atmosphere of that place was really nice so you decided to buy a drink to let go more. As you walk to the bar in your high heels, you notice some guys staring at you, this felt fucking amazing. "Hi! Can I get a mojito, please?" You said, standing at the bar and turning to see people dancing behind you, it seems that everyone is pretty excited to be here. You notice a blonde-haired boy in a orange parka staring at you, he looked confident and he got even hotter when he smiled at you. You get your drink and walk confidently with your black short dress to the dance floor, as you start dancing, you notice looks fixed on you, also listen to some compliments and superficially hear a interesting conversation that caught your attention. "Fuck, I've never seen this girl here before" A dark-haired boy said, looking at you with his eyes widened. "I've never seen anyone dance like this, look how she moves her hips, dude" "Yeah man, she must be wild in bed, and look at those tits, bro" You keep dancing while listening people talking about you, you felt like the main character for the first time in you whole life. Then suddenly, a group of girls approaches you. "Hey girl, you look totally amazing" A blonde girl with a red dress said, you were too drunk to remember this conversation the next day so you just listened to her. "Yeah we were talking about that, we've never seen you here, are you new here?" This girl asked, playing with her, are they friends? You ask yourself, trying to get your mind off your thoughts and answer her. "I actually am! I came from another country" You said, taking a sip from your mojito, it tastes different but still good. "That kind of explains why you dance so well, have you been interested in someone already?" The brunette said curious with a cute smile on her face, you couldn't hear much because of the loud music, but you still understood some words. "Well, there are a lot of hot people around here, especially the girls" You answered laughing a bit because of the alcohol, you didn't had any kind of expectations about him, it still worth a try. "But there's this specific guy, i haven't taken my eyes off from him since I got here" You point to him and he waved for you, smiling again. "Oh, Kenny? The blonde one? He's a man whore, i could totally make it for you" When you hear her words, you started smiling automatically, Bebe looked at Wendy smirking. "And if you really want to know, he has also been keeping an eye on you since you stepped here, most people have been, but he in particular? He didn't take his eyes off you for a minute" Really? he seemed so out of my league! "Would you really do this to me? Thank you so much! I'll go grab another drink" You walked away from the girls, left your mojito glass on the bar table and asked for another one. The blonde boy you were interested in approaches you, the lights were reflecting at his hair and face. "Hey cutie, do i know you?"

"Well, not at all! I'm new here" You could barely hear his words, but you still answered "You're kind of my type, you know? Can I get you a drink? It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Kenny, and you are?" Kenny said, kissing your hand. He had such an intense look that I could spend hours looking without getting tired. "I'm Y.N and it's my pleasure." Looking deeply in your eyes, he just approached your face, staying a few inches away from your lips. "Should we go to somewhere else to know each other better?" God! He was so attractive, i could kiss him right now. "I have a better idea..." You push him and drag him to the dance floor, dancing wildly on him as he presses your waist, you take a quick look at Bebe and she gives you a wink, you knew exactly what you had to do. "You look so fucking hot" He approaches your lips and press it a kiss while the loud music plays, thus pinning you to the nearest wall and intensifying your kiss, he was definitely one of your best kisses, his hands roamed all over your body, squeezing your thighs and making you want more and more. Separating yourself only by shortness of breath, after a while kissing, you notice a boner in his pants. "Will you fix this?" You didn't answer him and you just holded his hand and took him to the bathroom, locking the door and making him sit on the toilet lid.

"Get on your knees, princess." You without stalling too much, did what he asked, he smiles eagerly, lowering his head to kiss you once more before reaching into his underwear and pulling out his hardened member. "Will you take it all?" You nodded with your head and his breath hitches sharply when you begin licking him. "Oh god..." He breathes heavily, running his fingers through your hair as you continue pleasuring him. He wasn't caring about people hearing him, he lets out an audible moan as you wrap your mouth around his shaft, sucking gently while stroking it slowly. You stand up and starts undressing yourself, taking off your dress and climbing on his lap. As you start moving, bouncing up and down on his erection, he moans loudly. "Fuck Y.N!" He grips your waist tightly, unable to control his movements as you ride him. "This feels amazing." He groans deeply, gripping your hips tighter as he thrusts upwards meeting each bounce of yours. He wraps his arms around your waist, holding you tightly as he continues pounding away inside you. His breathing becomes heavier as sweat drips roll from his forehead. He smirks devilishly, pushing you off his lap and flipping you over onto your stomach. He pins your wrists above your head, pinning them in place with one hand while he slides himself back inside you with the other. "You like that, don't you? Being taken by me like this?" He leans down and begins to nibble on your neck, moaning deeply as he slides himself in and out, hard and fast, causing you to let out moans of pleasure each time he hits your g-spot. "That's it, let it out. Scream for me." He teases, to rubbing your clit slowly. He looks at you with an evil grin, knowing exactly what he has planned next. "I see... Someone is getting crazy with this big fat ass" He was looking into your eyes and squeezing your butt "Oh I am definitely getting crazy with your big fat ass" He growled seductively before capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his hands roaming over your body, exploring every nook and cranny he could find. "Oh, I can feel that, Y.N. I can feel the heat radiating off of you. You're so turned on right now" He moved back slightly so he could look deep into your eyes. "Tell me how much you want me inside of you." He demanded playfully, pressing himself harder against you, he let go of one leg and grabbed both sides of your hips firmly, pulling you towards him forcefully. "Beg for it, sweetheart. Beg for what you need now." he commanded sternly, staring deeply into your eyes as he pushed himself inside of you. "Please Kenny, fuck me!" He smiles smugly, reaching around behind you and grabbing hold of your ass firmly. "Good girl." He begins rubbing himself against you slowly, enjoying every second of your reaction. So, he puts everything inside you at once, picking up the pace and slapping your ass. "F-Fuck Ken! I'm getting close!" He grabs your tits and plays with your nipples, making you moan louder and cum all over his dick. The feeling of your walls tightening around him makes him cum too. "Now, put on your clothes before they think we died here" he says, laughing and putting his clothes back too. "Hello, you pervs! We heard everything!" You come across Bebe and Wendy waiting for you at the bathroom door, you got into serious trouble.

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This is definitely shit, i hate this so much, I wrote in the form of thanks for the repercussion in my last posts, I love you! 💘

[agustdtown1]

Forever grateful is so good I neeeeed more context on their relationship tho omg u should make a mini Drabble series on it

im glad you liked it <3, as for the context on their relationship, this fic is a remastered version of one i wrote for my old blog, which was an extension of a full mafia au one shot i also wrote

so if anyone is interested i could write some drabbles and answer any questions you might have about the characters :)

[eli-my-beloved]

I was just looking through your blog, and the headcannons are soooo good!!! 💛

Honestly I think I agree with almost all of them

This blog is awesome, and I'm looking forward to seeing more of your posts!!!!!!

(^ this was me when i saw this) thank you so much! knowing you appreciate my headcannons make le really happy! and don't worry, as long as iaptbap is around (and people send me asks-), this blog will be up!

[nomizombie]

König’s first CNY 🧧🥢🎊

boyfriend!König x afab?GN!reader

[SFW/Fluff/Wholesome] ; basically celebrating lny/cny with ur boyfriend, könig (very self indulgent haha), i guess this one is aimed towards people with female bodies? … since the reader wears a qipao, but if you wanna wear one and you have a male body thats okay too! :)), no usage of pronouns, no y/n

[A/N] ; 新年快乐 (xīn nián kuài lè) to my fellow chinese/singaporeans/anyone else celebrating!! Just got my ang paos from my extended family. Ahh I think my back is gonna break from the amount of bowing i had to do tho…

He had never seen so many people wearing red at the same time. Red floral qipaos, red bows, red shirts, and of course… red envelopes.

That morning, you handed him one too, although you arent technically aren't supposed to.

He accepted it, a puzzled look in his eyes as he opened it and expected a letter of some kind. Instead, a couple euros laid within.

“Lieb, what is this?” He asked, very very confused.

“It's an ang bao, silly.” you laughed.

He stared at it again, even more confused. Perplexed eyes roaming all over the package.

“An, ang… bao?” He struggled to pronounce it, german accent and all.

“For chinese new year.” You happily smiled at him while he clutched the bright red envelope in between his massive fingers.

“You give me… money?” He asked again, worried you thought he was in need.

“You really dont have to i have enough schatzi-“

“No, no, no! Its a tradition!” You giggled, “every CNY you give away red packets to kids and other adults!”

He blinked at you.

“So you give me money for…?”

“Just take it!” You pressed the envelope against him.

He smiled at you.

“Chinese new year is awesome.” He laughed.

Later that day, as the two of you were getting dressed to visit your relatives, he stumbled into your room looking for his watch. Thats when he found you staring at yourself in the mirror, donning a scarlet qipao.

He couldve sworn his jaw dropped.

You turned around, red, fitting since its chinese new year.

“König! Youre done already?”

He continued staring at you, eyes wide and mouth agape.

“You look… really good.” Is all he could manage. How was he supposed to put your beauty into words?

You stared up at him as you tugged at the sides of the floral garment nervously.

“Thanks.” You said, eyes dropping to the floor in embarrassment.

He smiled at your bashfulness. He had seen you wear dresses a million times at this point but for some reason, a qipao was different.

Once the two of you arrived at your relatives home, he was immediately bombarded with a tsunami of aunts and uncles fawning over him. Labelling him as your “tall boy”.

While he was left in a encircling swarm of relatives pinching at his cheeks and asking him questions that were much too personal, you were free to eat as much of the feast without any ‘thats too much’ remarks. Also free to pray to the shrine in the corner without some stingy uncle saying your ‘qipao was too short’.

You would have to cuddle him for a few hours at least as an apology. His limit is 2 people for a maximum of half an hour.

When he finally broke free from the crowd of relatives, he found you curled up on the couch watching a lion dance performance on TV. He playfully slapped your shoulder, clearly feeling betrayed after you abandoned him.

“Sorry.” You cheekily grinned at him. You were full of delicious food and he was drained of all his energy. Eh, he’d live.

“Can we go home now..?” He said meekly, voice raspy from all the answering he had done. More words said in one hour than he had ever said in a year.

You rubbed his head as he dropped it into the crook of your neck.

“Sure. Just let me get one more bite of the roast duck and then-“

He stopped you, pressing a finger to your lips.

“I swear I will die here, schatz. If we dont leave now, I might go insane.” He hissed at you.

You laughed. He was always so dramatic. Either way, he would have to get used to it. You planned on bringing him to every gathering from now on.

“新年快乐, König.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, snickering.

新年快乐 = xīn nián kuài lè ("happy chinese new year")

oh god my back still hurts from all the bowing 😭😭 ang paos make the pain worth it tho :33

[delopsia]

del, can rhett handle spice the way robert “two chicken sandwiches with extra hot sauce, please” floyd can, and why is the answer absolutely not... but in the way that rhety absolutely thinks he can?

— this question was brought to you by the slight high i just experienced after putting one too many shakes of korean hot sauce in my bowl of ramen ❤️‍🔥🥢

*whispers* also i say yes, please, post the unused ideas, i’m v intrigued because i was just re-reading dancing beneath the moon and thinking omfg this was actually such an interesting story concept and if you’ve inevitably got more of that lying around, i low key wanna know about it 💐👀🌷

sdjghf not Rhett and the spice😭I have to figure out where I stuck my idea lists (I organized my computer the other day, and now I don't know where anything is), but I think I will go ahead and post the unused ideas! 💐 There are some interesting ones in here, and I'm so shocked that I never used them???

Rhett's funny in the way that he thinks he can handle spice but absolutely cannot. "I ride bulls; a lil spice ain't gon' kill me." Spoken moments before his red-faced disaster.

Prior to meeting the Reader and Bob, his primary encounters with spice existed in the form of chips: Hot and spicy pork skins, Flaming Hot Cheetos, Jalapeno beef jerky...anything you can find at the gas station. Aside from chips, the next best thing was when Cecelia made wings every once in a blue moon, but those were usually...mild...

The problem is that Bob makes it look like a walk in the park. He's so adjusted to it that he doesn't really recognize how spicy things might be to someone else. So to Rhett, it must not be that bad.

Until he steals a bite and goes completely silent. Not saying a word, just staring back at Bob with these empty eyes until he finally remembers to speak, "The hell's wrong with you?"

"Whaddaya mean?" Bob's hand rises to cover his mouth as he speaks, caught in between bites of his chicken sandwich.

Rhett's reaching for his water, nose wrinkling, "'s horrible."

But he never really...learns...the problem with bull riders is that when they get bucked off, they turn around and get back on again. Every time Bob indulges in something spicy, he's entertained by an intermission of Rhett V. Spice™ But! Over time, he does earn himself a little bit of a spice tolerance. It's just never going to be as high as Bob's 😭

[honey-andmilktea]

𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲, 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬.

𝐔𝐧𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧

・゜゜・．🤎📜☕️ 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬: 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞

✒️ 𝟑.𝟒𝐊 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 | 🤎 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥!𝐉𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫!𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐎𝐂!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲!𝐎𝐓𝟕 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐎𝐂!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 | 🌙 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 [🧸], 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫 [🦉], 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 [🥢], 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔 [🏛️]

👜 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬.

🕰️ 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐍𝐨𝐧𝐞!

🍁 𝐈 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐎𝐂𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲! 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐁𝐓𝐒 𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐙!

✏️ 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭!

🐻 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝! 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐭! ^^

🍷 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤? 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞! | 𝐆𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚? 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫! [𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞!]

Jungkook and Chul spoke and joked around a bit more before they had to go their separate ways. They ended up exchanging numbers with Chul insisting it was necessary in case they needed some kind of help. What kind of help? Chul wasn’t sure. She just wanted an excuse to have the cute boy’s number. Walking to her brother’s house, a new skip in her step that wasn’t there before, she ran over what her Kook talked about. She learned that they were going to the same school along with him being a Freshman which meant he was younger than her. Another piece of information she had found out was that the man was new to the area and had asked her if whenever she was free, she could show him around. She smiled to herself when the image of the taller man came to mind, how happy and bright he looked when she agreed to do so. By the time she came back from her thoughts she realized she had made it to her brother’s house. She rang the bell and knocked on the door for good measure bouncing on her toes as she waited for the door to open and to be let in.

She zoned out again seeming not to be able to shake off the thoughts of the cute man she had met. She was pulled out of these thoughts when the door opens, and her brother stands in front of her eyebrow raised as he looked her over judgmentally. “Why did you take so long, huh?” He asked leaning on the doorframe. Chul let out a breath looking her brother over and realizing he was in slippers, shorts, and t-shirt.

“Are you not cold?” She asked incredulously while he narrowed his eyes at her.

“Don’t change the subject. Answer my question.” He said, no demanded. She rolled her eyes at him and whined a little shaking the bag of snacks at him.

“I got caught up! I was buying us some snacks and getting the little man a little gift.” She pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes. “Can I come in now Ha-Joon? It’s cold out here-.” He eyed her and the bag before sighing and nodding, stepping to the side and letting her in. She cheered with a laugh, giving her older brother a big hug as she entered. The bag was handed to him while she took off her shoes slipping on her own pair of slippers that she kept there. She bounced inside while Ha-Joon shook his head walking into the kitchen to put the snacks away.

She looked around with a hum smiling at the comfort the house always gave her. Living alone wasn’t a problem for Chul but sometimes she hated how quiet everything was. “Where’s my little man?” She called out and as if on cue she heard the pitter patter of small feet and tiny squeals. She laughed when her leg was attacked with a hug crouching down and quickly snatching her nephew and holding him in the air.

“I’m here!” He squealed out wiggling in her hands with giggles slipping from his tiny lips.

“Min-Joonie.~ My little baby.~” She cooed at him pressing little kisses to his face which just caused another group of giggles to escape him.

“What did you bring me Auntie?” He asked trying to put up his cutest face knowing that it helps get information from the older woman.

“Hmmm I might have brought you some snacks.~” She smiled big when the little boy squealed in delight knowing very well his Aunt knew everything he liked. “But you have to finish dinner first.” She said with raised brows. He pouted a little but nodded his head, shaggy black hair covering his eyes as he did so. He agreed this was a valid deal and promised to finish his dinner before touching any of the snacks his Auntie had brought him. Ha-Joon came back into the room with a small smile spreading on his face as he saw Chul and Min-Joon together. Being a single father was hard for Ha-Joon so having his son be so close to his Aunt made his heart warm. He knew Min-Joon would never be alone as long as Chul was around.  He took him from Chul’s arms, attacking him with kisses, smiling more when the same giggles from earlier came exploding out of him.

“Alright, dinner time you two.” He said, leading the way to the dining table, Chul following right behind with a smile. She sat down, putting her phone on the table as she dug in and started to serve herself food. Ha-Joon’s cooking was the best cooking. It was quiet for a while, them just enjoying their food and the company they had until her brother decided to break it.

“So, I don’t believe you on why you were late. Real answer please.~” He mused looking at her through his glasses, eyebrows raised while he took some noodles into his mouth. Now interested in this new information Min-Joon also looked towards her, his own small eyebrows raised. Quietly they both looked at her and she pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing at the two of them.

“You two are so similar its scary.” She muttered, opening her mouth to defend herself until her phone vibrated with a message.

‘Hey! It’s Jungkook.’

‘I’m sure you saved my number…but just in case you didn’t it’s me! ^^’

She read over the messages and blushed a little at the look her brother had given her. Min-Joon was confused as he tried to read over the notifications trying to understand what they meant. “Who’s Jungkook. Hmm?” Ha-Joon said with a questioning look, Min-Joon following his dad more so finding this amusing and fun not really understanding what was happening. His name being brought up made her blush even more, face going from a blushy pink to a bright red.

“He’s just…someone.” She muttered, putting some rice into her mouth so she didn’t over speak.

“Someone? Who? You only have like 3 friends, and I know all of them. Who is he?” Chul gasped offended at his words and scoffed.

“I have many friends.” She said sighing when her brother gave her a face knowing damn well, she was lying. She didn’t have the normal social media platforms, preferring to stay away from them. She didn’t see the need to post her life online and only really posted her pictures, using it more as a portfolio of sorts. Because of this she didn’t have many friends, but she was happy and okay with that fact. Groaning as she knew that she wasn’t going to be left off the hook that easy, deciding to come clean. “It’s a boy I met at the convenience store I went to. He was cute and I had to ask for his number.” She purses her lips, looking away from her brother’s eyes, who so happens to be boring into the side of her head. “He’s new around and wanted to get to know the area and I may have also offered to show him around some day.” She heard a small ‘oh my god’ come from her brother before he spoke.

“He’s a stranger. What if he’s a serial killer!”

“He’s too cute to be a serial killer!”

“No! That’s not how that works Chul!” She whined and swayed from side to side knowing her brother was right. She let the charms of a stranger get the best of her senses and she was most possibly going to pay for it by ending up on some crime show or in the video of a true crime fanatics YouTube channel. But before she could speak the youngest in the room spoke first.

“Objection!” He yelled his little fist hitting the table top before looking at the two with a stern face. Both of them paused, blinking, and looking at each other. They both laugh once a second passes Min-Joon looking at them before joining them.

“You need to stop letting him watch those judge shows.”

“They’re educational. He could end up being a lawyer.” Ha-Joon rolled his eyes but smiled, kissing the side of Min-Joon’s head, and ruffling his raven black hair.

“Just be careful, yeah? I don’t want to get a call that my sister is hurt. In anyway.” He hummed looking at her with sincere concern. Chul smiled back and nodded her head knowing that her brother was just worried about her well-being.

“I promise I’ll be careful.” She mused, going back to eating and making a mental note to text Jungkook back eventually.

Deciding it best she just stayed over instead of walking back home in the dark, Chul stayed in her brother’s guest room for the day. She took a quick shower and got into some clothes she had left the previous time she had stayed over. She lay down, happy and relaxed, deciding to read a book on her phone before going to sleep. She sent Jungkook a quick message back saying that she had saved his number and that she hopes they can hangout soon before the semester begins. She turns to her side, opening up and book she had started reading and never finished. She got sucked into the world of fantasy and dragons, the main couple gripping her attention that she almost missed the notification of someone texting her.

‘Hey do you want to meet up before your first class next week?’

Ah, yes. Classes start next week. Chul was aware of this information but had thought they would start a little bit later than next week. San had made it sound like a month honestly. But she smiled happily she caught the notification knowing right away who it was.

‘Hello to you too Hongjoongie! ^^ I would love to hangout with you next week before class.~’

‘…Are you okay?’

‘Yeah. Why?’

‘Nooo reason. But bets I’ll meet you before your class, I don’t have any that day either so if you want to do something after you’re done I’m open.’

Chul smiled as she kept texting her childhood friend, Kim Hongjoong. They spoke for a bit longer, deciding on where to meet up and what to do afterwards. Her eyes grew heavy slowly falling sleep hit her suddenly mid conversation. She said a quick goodnight before wrapping herself in blankets enjoying the warmth and yawning falling asleep almost instantly.

For the rest of the week, she had left of vacation there wasn’t much that happened with Chul. She didn’t run into Jungkook even though they did text regularly trying, and failing, to make plans whenever the other was free but it seemed impossible. Chul had this week realized that the house next to hers had been occupied. For how long? She has no clue. Now feeling like a bad neighbor had decided that soon she would go there and introduce herself with a nice plate of cookies. Very friendly, neighborly and movie like. The only eventful things she managed to do was hangout with San whenever him and his boyfriend, Jung Wooyoung, hung out. Hongjoong was busy with a Summer job at a vinyl store, one they would go to a lot as kids, which she visited to say hey and have a small conversation with the man before he got too busy. She recently had made a friend…more so acquaintance on a walk in the park. Her name was Kyung Mi and they hit it off right after Chul apologized to her repeatedly after bumping into her and spilling ink all over the sheets she was writing on. After that nothing really interesting happened.

The day had come though, the day of wrecking.

First day of classes.

Chul sighed walking down the scenic way to school, not being able to get much sleep as she was nervous about school. Her camera was hanging from her neck taking quick pictures of whatever caught her eye. She hid her face in her fuzzy, chunky white turtle neck standing in front of a tree that had looked pretty in the light. She stood looking through the pictures she had taken deciding which ones were good enough to place into her portfolio. She was bumped into by someone, causing her to look up. The person quickly apologized, running towards an area she remembered had a small park. She hummed, looking in its direction, noticing a small crowd had started to form. Interest instantly peaked and she walked up to the crowd. She tried her best to dodge people and not bump into anyone as she tried to get a look at what was happening. She let out a breath as she got to the front and groaned when someone bumped into her again. She huffed slowly deeming whatever was being surrounded was not worth it until she looked up.

Her eyes laid on a man. It wasn’t just any man though. He was beautiful almost as if the gods themselves created him to be the most perfect being. He looked like he should be on magazines or in movies. Her eyes couldn’t move from him, and she didn’t realize he was looking directly back at her. He looked at her almost the same way she looked at him. ‘She’s so beautiful.’ He thought to himself looking her over. Even in casual clothing that was meant to keep her warm over anything else she looked perfect to him. Everyone else noticed him staring at the woman, confused as to why he was paying attention to such a common and normal girl. While they both were lost in their own little worlds, Chul didn’t realize she instinctively took a picture of him with her camera. You couldn’t blame her though; it was her job to take pictures of what was pretty and beautiful.

The sound of the shudder pulled them both out of their thoughts. Just now realizing that the handsome man was staring at her back when he gave her a soft smile. She went completely red, frozen from realizing what she had done. He stepped forward wanting to say something, anything really. Anything to get the pretty woman to stay so he could keep looking at her.  But before he could she turned and ran away, screaming inwardly and berating herself for everything she had done. The man couldn’t even process his thoughts until he started to get swarmed again smiling and accepting gifts along with pictures with his fans. The image of the woman in the back of his head.

Chul whined to herself as she walked to the front gates of the school pouting as she waited for Hongjoong to appear and walk her to class. They had decided it would be best to talk instead of going anywhere just to enjoy each other’s company since it had been a while, they had been able to really enjoy some alone time. Hongjoong stopped in front of her, sitting on his motorbike and quirking an eyebrow at her when he took off his helmet. “What’s with the pout buttercup?” He asked, kicking out the stand of the bike making sure it was in a safe place before turning to look at her. She whined more, pout getting bigger as she crashed into his chest. Joong blinked in surprise patting the back of her head, stroking her hair softly.

“I’m so embarrassed.” She muttered into his hard chest. Her answer just caused more confusion to spread on Joong’s face.

“Alright…let’s walk to your building and you can tell me everything that happened. How does that sound?” He said gently, rubbing her back patiently. He was always gentle and Chul loved him for it. She nodded, pulling away and holding onto his arm as they walked into the campus, her rambling about everything that had happened just a mere minutes ago.

Chul huffed as she heard Hongjoong’s laughter fill her ears. He was laughing at her. How dare he! When she was having a crisis, he was laughing. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” He said repeatedly trying to calm himself. “It’s just not something I would think would happen to you.” He motioned to the camera before continuing to speak. “Let me see the picture. He might be a popular Junior or something, I might know him.” She nodded, pouting a little at his other comment, handing over the camera. Joong looked at the picture intently, eyebrows scrunched. “He looks extremely familiar.” He muttered, handing the camera back.

“Well, if you happen to remember who he is, please let me know. So, I can apologize to him.” Joong snorted and shook his head ruffling her hair.

“It’s not that bad. Maybe he was looking at you because he thought you were pretty.” Chul shook her head quickly in disagreement.

“Nope! Impossible! Now if you excuse me,” She stood up dramatically turning away from him, Joong just laughing more. “I have to go to class.” She flipped her hair even more dramatically, Joong standing and waiting for a second knowing she was going to come back. And he was right she jogged back giving him a quick hug before jogging back to her building. “I’m still mad at you!” She called out Joong shaking his head another time, a fond smile on his face as he waved her off walking back to the front gates and to his motorcycle. Inside the building she pressed the call elevator button. She patiently waited for it to land, stepping into it, and pressing the 4th floor button. The doors started to close before they could fully close though a hand quickly stuck out causing the doors to reopen. The person stepped in and stood next to her. She wasn’t fully paying attention, unsure as to who it was, and the other person was too busy with their music to say anything. By some miracle though they made eye contact both perking up as they realized who it was.

“Jungkook!”

“Chul!” He laughed, giving her a small hug, and realized they were going to the same floor. They stepped out and smiled at each other. “I didn’t expect to see you here. What are you doing here?” A realization hit her as she smiled sheepishly. “I never asked what your major was.” Kook giggled under his breath his iconic bunny smile stretching on his face.

“It’s alright, I didn’t ask either. I’m a Computer Science major.” He said with a proud smile and his chest puffed out a little. ‘Cute.’ Chul thought giving a soft chuckle and smile.

“I’m an Animation major with a minor in Photography.” She said with her own proud smile while Jungkook looked at her with sparkly eyes.

“You take pictures and animate? I everything you do is amazing!” Chul giggled a small pink blush dusted on her cheeks. She waved her hand dismissively at him.

“It’s not that amazing.”

“Nonsense! You lie and I won’t listen to it.” He covered his ears playfully and shook his head. Chul laughed more covering her lips with the back of her hand. While she was busy laughing Jungkook smiled down at her, a little fond with a small blush dusted on the tips of his ears. Her laugh sounded like such pleasant music and her smile was to die for. He never wanted to stop hearing or seeing either one.

“Since you’re a Computer Science major why are you in the art building?” Chul asked, pulling Kook out of his little fantasies, his blush growing darker.

“Oh, I’m here for a painting requirement. Which starts in like 5 minutes!” He said a little frantic, starting to speed walk towards the direction of the class. Chul bit her bottom lip to hold back a laugh especially when Kook turned and walked backwards waving at her frantically. “Bye! Let’s meet after our classes end! I’ll text you when I’m done.” He called out, she waved back nodding her head along to what he was saying. She turned to walk to her drawing class, texting Hongjoong a short message saying she might be a little late to meet him since she will be catching up with a new friend. The only response she got was a little shock emoji which caused Chul to roll her eyes before stepping into her class.

She smiled as she sat down, finding she couldn’t hold it back even if she tried.

She was actually looking forward to this.

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After begging and begging for sooo long (it only took him 5 minutes to agree cause he can’t resist ur puupy eyes) he finally agrees to let u do makeup or skincare on him.

-Anon🥢

You slip on a little headband for him, brushing whatever hair out of his face before giving him a pat on the cheeks comically, making him shrink up.

“Please, don’t make me regret this,” he murmurs, and you offer him a kiss on his cheek, to both, reassure him and humor him, just a little.

“Trust me,” you hum. “You get into a good skincare routine, you’ll be obsessed with it.”

“Is that why you spend all our money on this?” He chuckles. You nod and he sighs, motioning for you to begin your process on his skin.

You wet a warm wash cloth and dab it gently on his skin, making it damp enough for the cleanser to foam slightly. When you’re done, you grab some of your cleanser and work it into the skin, trying to ignore how cute he is nuzzling into your palm.

“Feels nice,” he says.

“See?” You hum. “It’s good for you too.”

When the cleanser has fully frothed, you wash his face again with the washcloth, rolling the fabric over his cheeks to soak up the suds from his now clean skin. You fan your hands to let it air dry, and he snickers and bats your hands away, “listen I can’t afford a black eye.”

“I would never,” you assure. Then, your fingers latch onto his cheek and pull, and he whines along with his grin. “Wouldn’t want to taint this pwetty face, hmm?”

“I’d hope not,” he says, shaking out of your hold. “What’s next?”

“Serums,” you answer, grabbing the small glass bottle, “I’ll give you a nice hydrating one, so your skin doesn’t fall off.”

“…what.”

“Yeah, acids can make your skin fall off,” you lie. But the way his eyes widen makes you laugh and break the facade, causing him to soften and let out a sigh.

“You know, you’re really good at making me regret bonding with you,” he grumbles.

You shush him softly, “you’re safe now, don’t worry. But acids would help the little black heads on your nose…” without warning, you move your fingers up to try and squeeze his nose, causing him to reel back with a small yelp, “please let me pop one.”

“No! Heel!” He panics. “God, just finish the routine, I’m scared of you now.”

“Fine, fine,” you relent, using the pipette to dribble some of the hydrating serum onto your palms. You rub it slightly to emulsify before softly patting it onto his skin, smiling at the way he angles into your touch. “Doesn’t that feel nice?”

“I just like the way your hands feel,” he murmurs. “It’s nice when you’re not trying to attack me.”

“One of these days, you’re going to let me at your pores, and then you’ll really hate the way my hands feel.”

“Is there any way I can talk you out of it?”

“No.”

He takes a deep breath in to ground himself while you scoop a healthy mixture of moisturizer in your hand.

“I already dread the day.”

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hq: tanaka, kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, iwaizumi, matsukawa, ushijima, semi, akaashi (whiney baby) atsumu, osamu, suna, sakusa

bnha: bakugou, shinsou, sero, dabi, aizawa

jjk: megumi, geto, toji, shiu

tr: mikey, mitsuya, draken, baji