#I KNEW it wasn’t like. an idolization thing. or ‘I wanna be her’ thing. I just thought she was sososososo pretty and cute and funny

[seilon]

having the sudden realization that the suite life (+ on deck) put me through a bisexual crisis way before i fully considered not being straight and i just. chose to ignore it

[seattlesellie]

dads best friend!abby scenario cause why the hell not.

cw: sexual themes mdni, age gap, abby’s a cocky but charming asshole, power dynamics-ish? : ・ෆ・┈・┈・ᕱ⑅ᕱ・┈・┈・ෆ・ :

— "Oh and honey? Doctor Anderson's coming over for dinner" Everything felt oppressively hot and everything felt impossibly tight. The food seared your tongue, humid steam rising from the vegetables on your plate causing your throat to constrict and your eyes to sting with tears. Your right hand was clenched in a tight fist, left hand gripping your fork like it might grow legs and run away if you let go of your grasp. Your tights were itching relentlessly, tank top strap kept sliding off of your shoulder and built itself a home down your arm. Your lipgloss felt too sticky and your palms too clammy, you felt agitated, uncomfortable and way too goddamn nervous.

You felt consumed.

You didn’t know why.

Sure, Doctor Anderson was attractive, with palms twice bigger than yours. She wore a tight fitted muscle tee that had you squinting then turning your head around fast enough to crack your neck, noticing a goddamn six pack poking through maroon fabric. And yeah, she had an intoxicating scent of pine and wood and a hint of pepper that made your eyes nearly roll back inside of your skull, voice silky smooth, thighs firm and muscular, eyes icy blue, a smile that made you melt and all that stupid jazz,

but none of these things were a good enough explanation to why you were feeling this way — dazed, stupid, all bothered.

She sat down on the dinner table’s leather chair in a manspread as if she owned the place, and her thighs bulked up even more, veins of her arms becoming more prominent. She always knew what to say, and when you cracked a joke about orthopedic surgeons she cheekily told you to “watch it” — which made you thickly gulp and sheepishly smile down to the floor like your idol from age thirteen just told you they want to marry you and have you forever.

You needed an ice bath, but she also wouldn’t stop goddamn looking at you, even when you made it clear that eye contact with the surgeon, your father’s best friend, was a task that you apparently couldn’t manage to complete.

Her look made you nervous, and when she narrowed her eyes you nearly choked on a carrot, and when your father asked you “What’s wrong, kid?” you couldn’t even answer because what was wrong — was that you had to cross your legs together cause of some aching down there, and what was wrong is that his best friend made you feel like you were losing your mind at 9pm with a fork glued to your palm.

So you lied.

“M’just... tired, I guess” you murmured, then fake yawned, then internally cringed at yourself for performing the worlds fakest goddamn yawn.

“Already?” he voiced, shifting his gaze towards a visibly amused Abby. “Quite the night owl, that one... usually”

"What can I say, dad, loooong day" answered you, with a syrupy voice she wanted to stick her fingers inside and lick.

Abby chuckled, then smirked at you even though the response wasn’t directed at her. Then, she looked over to your father who was gnawing on some overcooked steak.

“She’s a kid, needs to get her sleep”

You scoffed, which made doctor Anderson poke the inside of her cheek with her tongue. “What...?” she murmured cockily, cracking a toothy grin. Your tights felt tight again, glued to your hot flesh, then you realized why they fucking call them tights because dammit they really are tight.

“I'm not a kid, can, y’know... drink, and stuff. Plus... M'busy, with... College"

You sounded like a damn idiot. All Abby did was chuckle and tilt her head back slightly, leaning further back in her chair.

“T'aw, I know, What'ryou studying again? Fashion science?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms. That bitch.

"Sorry I don't wanna go to medical school and spend seven years of my life sticking my hands down a corpse"

So you didn’t go to your room after that, caught up in a whirlwind of proving a point. You stayed stubbornly with your feet glued to the floor and listened to Abby and your father ramble and yap on about work shenanigans. Usually, you’d semi doze off at this point, go on your phone and occasionally throw a snarky remark, but this was different. She was different than any of his other friends. Abby was actually funny, she didn’t brag too much, and if she did it faded quick cause she really was that good.

Abby threw a reference to a book you thought no one else had read except for you. You timidly lifted your gaze and remarked, “Oh, i read that book, actually”

Abby smiled and flattened her hands on the wooden table. “Smart cookie, huh? Did you like it?”

You batted your eyelashes like a kitten seeking more strokes at the praise, not noticing that body language of yours.

But she did.

You talked about the book for a solid ten minutes. Your father was the one, surprisingly, to go on his phone and faux-snort when he felt excluded from the conversation ran by two intellectuals and a giant elephant who goes by the name of "Tension", in the middle of the room.

Abby made you laugh and she made you think and she listened to your anecdotes. It made you buzz with electricity, and it made you yearn for her attention.

it also made her long for yours.

Your father interrupted by showing Abby a picture from work. When her eyes lowered to his phone, she shot you a lingering gaze and a smirk. You, feeling a rush of heat to your cheeks, shyly looked away.

It was tight everywhere all over again.

So they talked more about work, Abby’s patients, their coworkers, Doctor Martha’s chicken pot pie, Doctor Johnson’s bizarre antics, the glass door no one bothered on calling to be fixed, blah blah blah, an endless stream of chatter.

And you listened, you listened with rapt attention, every ounce of your focus aimed at the prospect of another one-on-one conversation with Abby. Each time the older woman casted you with a quick glance, you flushed even harder. You waited, and waited and waited but your father was a blabber mouth, and you were oh so impatient,

you began mindlessly kicking the wooden table's legs.

Your sock-covered feet shifted restlessly from side to side, then you tucked them beneath your chair and resumed kicking, the movements gaining force. You curled your toes and continued to play with the table's handles. Abby winced, but you didn’t pay her any mind. You kicked again, with more force now.

You sighed.

Abby cleared her throat, and her cheeks suddenly bore a faint crimson blush. You couldn't help but notice, hm, must be the red wine finally catching on to her form. Ignoring, you kicked again, and the doctors back straightened and she stiffened in response. Your father asked her a question, and Abby… stammered.

“Yeah, that guys… uh— yeah”

You rested your chin on your hands and lightly tapped your fingertips against your cheeks thrice.

Then you kicked again, harder, you were bored and restless, waiting, give me some attention, Abby —

And then, you felt a pair of shoes encase your feet, ankles creating a cage around yours. It was then and only then that you had the startling realization: you hadn't been kicking the table at all. Instead, you had been unknowingly engaged in a game of footsies beneath the table with a goddamn world class surgeon.

And oh god did you want to die.

And oh god did abby sport a shit eating grin on her face that only you seemed to catch.

You froze, not even able to release your feet from her iron like grip. Unmistakably, she didn’t seem to release her grip either. So she kept them there, caged and locked.

“Alright,” your father sighed and cleared his throat. “Got some cuban cigars in the yard, shall we?” he gestured towards Abby, who was still holding your feet in her tight grasp.

“Yeah, go ‘head, I’ll just clear the table” she murmured absentmindedly. So kind and polite, huh?

You father chuckled and tapped abby on her shoulder, as he rose from his sit and straightened his back. “Nah, let the kid handle it”

Abby shot you a glance. Your pupils were dilated and your chest heaved rapidly up and down.

“She's not a kid, remember?”

Abby let go of your feet and you rose from the chair with such haste, you nearly had whiplash. When you lifted your plate, staying mute, looking like a deer caught in headlights as your father paced towards the yard, Abby gazed at you, and her eyebrow arched up in utter amusement.

“You uh, play soccer, by any chance?” quipped her, crossing her arms on her firm hard muscly chest.

You gulped.

“Huh?”

Abby lifted her wine glass to her lips, taking a sip that left a glistening sheen on her bottom lip. A chuckle escaped her.

“Jus’, y’know… with all the kicking, and everything. I mean, take a girl out for a drink before you do all that, yeah?”

You stood in shock, you didn’t speak, didn’t mutter a word, merely humming in response. Abby grabbed the plates from your hand, and then she grabbed the salt.

She furrowed her eyebrows and huffed. “M'just ’joking, smart cookie. If you wanna play, let's play"

Then you heard your father’s voice down the hall.

“Sweetheart?” he paced closer as Abby walked towards the sink. He leaned over the wall,

“forgot to mention it to you but, Abby’s staying over for the weekend”

[lani-heart]

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genre(s) -> angst, fluff, smut, non-idol, hybrid au, poly au paring(s) -> ( eventually ) ATEEZ x reader warning(s) -> smut, oral / receiving, words -> 1.8K

abstract -> “that white tiger has chosen you as a mate.”

seonghwa’s perspective

“What has he been saying to push your heat early?” Hongjoong asked me and I sighed. “Don’t wanna say” I muttered, making him laugh. His fever has already passed a week ago… now Yeosang has been endlessly teasing me, especially after seeing the endless hickies Hongjoong left. 

Undoubtedly the three were annoyed with the marks but they wouldn’t say anything to Hongjoong. Putting everything behind us, they respected him as the one of the oldest and even acted like the oldest. While me and Yeosang kept on butting heads… just not as mean as before but the teasing about my heat isn’t leading anywhere good. 

“You should tell her your heat is coming up, see what ends up happening” he suggested while he was writing in that notebook. He wasn’t any more innocent… he still smelled like her even after it being a week. The two still had hickies and he had scratches from only what I saw. 

I couldn’t stop imagining just where this bastard was able to touch…

“If you’re going to get horny by your own thoughts then do it outside our room,” he said and I scoffed. Rooming with Hongjoong was… definitely an experience. However, the other three had their own rooms… even though Wooyoung was currently in the process of moving into San’s room for memory help. 

While Yeosang stayed by himself still… I wonder if I asked her to have my own room if she’d let me. 

“This is not my fault” Yeosang corrected and I scoffed. “It’s not my fault you get so horny from words, I swear you're even more desperate than Wooyoung '' he said while scrolling on his tablet not even looking at me. 

“Besides I bet you couldn’t even do anything right,” he said and I growled. “You do know I'm not a virgin right?” I corrected and he laughed. “Having sex with humans is different from hybrids. Hybrids cum faster, humans are a little harder” he said and I rolled my eyes. 

“Besides, you'd need to be careful with her,” he muttered. “That’s just you, especially with being a canine,” I said while looking in the fridge. “Just say you're small” he grinned and I started to get annoyed. 

“Besides… I'm honestly surprised just how marked up Hongjoong left her” he said and I agreed. I knew he’s always been possessive of things he owns but… he’s never done that with his heat partners. 

“Then again I guess tigers are possessive. Too bad for you” he said and I guess he was right… “Yeosang!” I heard as I saw Wooyoung whine. “What?” he asked and scoffed. “y/nnie is setting up doctor’s appointments…” he said and I shuddered. 

“Already?” he asked and the fox nodded. “It’s been almost a year for San and me, while the tigers need a check-up and apparently so do you,” he said…

How was I supposed to hide my heat from the doctors?

“I hate this place” San muttered and I agreed. We were all seated in the waiting room with other hybrids and their owners. “You’ve got attention,” Hongjooong said and I noticed some of the female hybrids eyeing me up… it's the pre-heat smell, isn’t it?

Yeosang just laughed and I smacked his head. “You really want to fight here?” he threatened and I heard y/n sigh. We both just click out tongues and sink into our seats. 

“Okay, Seonghwa?” I heard the doctor call and y/n stood up. “Yeosang, Hongjoong you’re in charge,” she said as she smiled next to me trying to comfort me. 

The check up seemed extremely slow as they took my weight, height, temperature, etc. “You’re running a little hot” the nurse mentioned. y/n seemed confused… I didn’t want to tell her my heart was being pushed early. 

“Have you had your heat yet?” the nurse asked and I shook my head. “Hmm, we’ll do a check up for that otherwise Dr. Kim will come here shortly” she said and we nod. “Are you feeling okay?” she asked as she now stood up in front of me feeling my forehead. 

My thoughts were running wild while I looked up at her… “Perfectly fine” I answered just… needy. “Is your heat coming early?” she muttered and I shrugged. 

“Miss y/n, Dr. Kim would like to speak to you”

I was escorted back now that y/n was talking to the doctor. “Did they find you out?” Yeosang said and I scoffed. “Where's the rest?” I asked and he explained that they were taken already for checkups. “You'd have to take the suppressants” he taunted and I had to refrain from hitting him in public. 

“Yeosang… shut up,” I said while gritting my teeth and he laughed. “Besides, I doubt you could get her through your heat,” he said and I was confused. “What was that supposed to mean?!” I said and he chuckled.

“I doubt you could even make her cum to begin with,” he said and I sighed. Just when I thought his attitude couldn’t get worse. “You know what, I bet I could do better than you” I challenged and he looked at me with an unreadable expression. 

“You know, not even Wooyoung and San have found what makes her completely putty in your arms, what makes you think you can?” he taunted. 

“What’s your problem?” I said and he shrugged. “Don’t you ever get the feeling that we're too similar?” he asked and I sighed but nodded. “A little too much sometimes,” I said and he scoffed. 

“How about a bet?” he asked and I waited for him to continue. “If you can make her cum so many times she either taps out or passes out then I'll share her with you” he offered and I felt my eyes widen. 

“What?” I asked and he scoffed. “She’ll never approach you first, I’ll talk to her about helping your heart if… and only if she wants to. Besides, make her uncomfortable or hurt her, and I'll kill you” he threatened and I nodded. Not like I would hurt her.

“But if she does disagree… masturbation is always an option, hyung~”

y/n’s perspective

“What do you mean I should help Seonghwa with his heat?” I asked Yeosang as San and Wooyoung looked grumpy as always. “He’s getting worse, and his constant whining and even his scent are getting annoying besides... He also doesn't want to go to a hybrid hotel since he is compliant about diseases and dirt” he said and I sighed.

“But I don't want to betray you,” I said, feeling like I would be cheating on them. “We love you y/n… but honestly Seonghwa and even Hongjoong are wedging themselves into our relationship like how I did,” he said and I sighed.

“You like them…” he said and I looked down.

“There's no shame in that… we’ll get along with them. We already do… but that white tiger has chosen you as a mate.” Yeosang reassured me. He already chose me as a mate?

“But if you feel uncomfortable then you don't have to agree. You’re more important” Yeosang reassured me and I nodded.

“I'll help him” I agreed and he kissed me before I went off to Hongjoong’s and Seonghwa’s room. I let Yeosang have my bed for the amount of time Seonghwa’s heat lasts…

“Seonghwa?” I said and he opened the door. 

“y/n?” he said and I smiled. “Yeosang said you were in heat,” I said and he covered his face with the door. “I don't want a suppressant or a hybrid hotel… and you don't need to force yourself to help me, '' he said and I smiled.

“I’ll help you, Hwa,” I said and I even saw his eyes dilate.

“Are you sure?” he asked and I nodded. “Can I kiss you?” he asked and I nodded as he smashed his lips on mine. He was desperate and even forced his tongue through my lips… 

I was also lifted up but Seonghwa did not stop kissing me until he finally let me breathe and immediately went from my neck. 

“Hwa '' I whined as he sucked at my neck and continued marking me until I felt the soft bed on my back. “This is Hongjoong’s be– mmphm” he kissed me again as I tugged at his shirt.

He took it off and now started unbuttoning my pajamas and took off my pants. “So pretty… you’re so perfect,” 

no one’s perspective

“Can I?” he asked as he wanted to take off your panties already hooking his fingers around them. You nod, giving him silent permission when he took them off and went straight for my pussy. 

Everything was so overwhelming… and out of all hybrids he was determined to make you cum the fastest just on foreplay in his mind competing with the Doberman. 

“Hwa!” you moaned as you felt your orgasm hit. It looked like a cat lapping up milk… he wouldn't stop and continued to rub your clit and lick and nip at your pussy until you felt me close again. 

“Seonghwa!” you yelled and he moaned as you gripped his hair and ears. His moans cause you to feel vibrations making you cum again. Now adding a finger into you he continued to do a hither movement until he could add another finger that's when his true intention came to play. 

Your moans got louder as you came… your thighs trying to close around his hand when he didn’t stop. “Cum again, please” he begged as he kissed your clit “Hwa… I need… a break” I said and he chuckled.

“One more time, princess,” he said as he now rubbed my clit and g-spot. I only felt this familiar feeling with the Doberman hybrid.

He was proud to get that reaction out of you. He now licked his fingers clean while you tried your best to catch your breath. You suddenly however feel his tongue clean your thighs up before going in again and cleaning your pussy.

“Let's get this off,” he said as he took your bra off and started playing with your boobs. Your moans were evidence that everything felt like too much. That you could even feel how hot his hands were due to his heat, his tail wrapping around your thigh, his body heat was overwhelming.

However, tigers while in heat are very vocal and possessive, not to mention competitive. You wondered if a certain doberman or even his tiger companion played a part in this behavior from your most behaved hybrid. 

“Ready, princess?” he asked as he lined himself up, giving him the permission he slowly adjusted… out of the four hybrids he was the biggest causing a whine at the slight burn in which he just kissed your face saying sweet praises to help distract the burning sensation of the stretch…

Slowly moving and squirming, wanting him to continue cause him to chuckle… “Don’t be impatient, princess~” he said as he pushed down on your stomach where he was making you moan and squirm. 

“I’m gonna make you cum but be patient… I’ll fuck you until you only remember me, not your other lovers”

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[the-roo-too]

messy -> best friend! kang haerin

-“don’t ruin this for yourself.” as if she could do so more than she already did. what would happen to her friendship? what about her members? what about the group’s future? “play the part, date for a month. go on three dates and wait until they have a comeback. you can break up after that.”

warnings: haerin briefly has a boyfriend; foul language

genre: crack; friends to lovers

notes: i kinda yolo’d this, not proofread

*ೃ༄

haerin’s date didn’t exactly go as planned. her now ex-partner dropped her off at her dorms after the short outing, making the atmosphere even more awkward.

“so…” he made a finger gun gesture at her and smiled softly. “we’ll still keep in touch?”

haerin almost felt bad then. she was, after all, the one who broke things off. keeping in touch with your ex could go many ways, especially in this industry. “we’ll see. i told you, i think im gonna have to focus more on being an idol, kim…”

before the boy could say another word, she slammed the doors in his face. was it a nice thing to do? nope. but she was tired, with the comeback still fresh she couldn’t see herself being in a legitimate relationship.

“kim? is that your boyfriend’s last name?” haerin jumped upon hearing hanni’s voice. she swiftly swept past the older girl, hoping to close the conversation quickly.

“no, he’s not.”

“sure he isn’t.”

the older girl clearly missed the way haerin stormed off grumpily, consumed with the thought of catching her bandmate and her partner. if only she knew.

that night haerin texted her best friend—kim y/n. another idol, a member of young posse. the two used to be trainees together back in the day, before y/n decided her luck at a different company, and debuted soon after.

her phone set to the lowest brightness, it was still almost blinding.

haerinnie

u up?

y/n 🩷

yesssss

y/n 🩷

shouldn’t you be asleep tho?

y/n 🩷

i talked with yoona unnie the other day and she said you guys would be appearing on music bank

haerinnie

i know

haerin hesitated a little. not even her best friend knew of her (now ex) boyfriend. their relationship was extremely short—maybe two months? only her manager knew of him, as she had to mention going out and meeting ‚a kim’. fortunately there’s a lot of kim’s in the industry.

haerinnie

i guess i just wanted to talk with my best friend

y/n 🩷

omg

y/n 🩷

are you admitting in your best friend

haerinnie

no

haerinnie

im informing you

y/n 🩷

i’m honoured

haerinnie

you should be

y/n 🩷

that’s the main reason you texted me?

haerinnie

wanna hang this week?

y/n 🩷

omg yes

y/n 🩷

we’ll get over the details in the morning now go eep

y/n 🩷

ily

haerinnie

ilyt

*ೃ༄

a couple days pass after the breakup. haerin met with you two days after that, just a cutesy hang out in a cafe. now, haerin woke up to minji shaking her shoulders in disbelief.

“it was a girl?!”

the younger newjeans member rubbed her eyes in confusion. “wha… girl?”

“the kim!”

“what kim?”

at that moment, hanni ran into the room the younger shared with their ‘leader’. “why didn’t you tell me it wasn’t a boyfriend!”

haerin sat up slowly, glancing at her both members like they grew a second head. “what.”

“the guy? girl! a couple days ago your girlfriend dropped you of! i think?” hanni was definitely being delusional. maybe this was all a dream?

“what is happening…?” she asked in a small voice, looking lost in the whole situation. minji pulled out her phone, opening x and her private account. she pulled up a post and haerin’s eyes widened.

KANG HAERIN AND KIM Y/N SPOTTED ON A RUMOURED DATE.

there was a whole article, but the most important part were the pictures someone took of you two on that outing. she couldn’t believe her eyes.

that wasn’t the end of it though.

ADOR CONFIRMS THE DATING RUMOURS BETWEEN NEWJEAN’S HAERIN AND YOUNG POSSE’S Y/N.

haerin’s soul left her body. she must’ve been dreaming. how does one wake up to their company confirming an untrue rumour?

“manager-nim wants you to go with him to the company. you’re gonna have a meeting there, but we expect an explanation too.” minji snapped her out of her head, gesturing to her and hanni.

“y-yeah, sure…” the rest of her getting ready went by a blur. her members had questions, but she was debatably even more confused by the whole situation.

later on during the meeting, haerin could barely get a word in. there was so much happening all at once. her manager was just sitting there, his head in his hands, some pr specialist was drafting up a whole plan of where to go and when while she just sat there, mindlessly listening to the conversation.

why did they confirm the rumour?

“why was the rumour confirmed…?” she finally spoke up. all heads snapped in her direction and she winced internally.

“is that not what you would have wanted?” haerin’s manager gestured to his phone. she then remembered how hard normally coming out would be. could this be considered a hard launch? “you’re everywhere. and most idols dream of having the chance to go public with their relationship.”

“i’m not in a relationship.”

her manager blinked slowly. she could almost see the wheels turning in his head. “what?”

“i’m not in a relationship. especially not with y/n.” that last part felt forceful. they might’ve gotten the wrong idea. haerin wasn’t homophobic or anything—she just really wasn’t in a relationship with the girl.

one of the coordinators held up his pen, pointing it at the photo dispatch got of her and you. she could silently admit the picture was cute, if it wasn’t for the circumstances she’d send it to you. “you two were on a date.”

“we’re friends. i meet up with her every couple weeks.”

haerin almost jumped at her manager standing up all of a sudden. he placed his hand on his forehead in a gesture of defeat before speaking. “…it was a boy, right? the kim you were meeting lately.”

“yes.” she nodded slowly. “we’re not together anymore too. but it was a boy, not y/n.”

dots slowly connected with her head. kim y/n. how stupid of her to foolishly believe her manager would just forget about the person she told him she’d dated. and for her best friend to have the same last name?

“it’s not like we can suddenly deny it. we have to send some representatives to dsp media though. we’ve confirmed it, so we’re gonna get a bad image if they deny it. get someone to look into that. meeting concluded.”

shortly after that, people started leaving the room. haerin still sat there, awkwardly fidgeting with her phone, ignoring her manager’s gaze on her.

“i can text her, right?” it wasn’t a secret relationship or anything. well, it wasn’t a relationship to begin with. why would she call it that? “i mean, does she know?”

“i’m sure y/n knows, as you do. it’s not like news like that are dismissed by the public.” her manger pointed out the obvious. he had an annoying habit of doing that. she fought the urge to roll her eyes. “you know that, don’t you.” of course she did.

“what about my members?” minji would have her head. hanni too. danielle too, probably. maybe hyein not. maybe? no, her too.

“what about them?” haerin wished she could just disappear. what an absurd situation to find oneself tangled up in. “as far as everyone is concerned, you’re in a happy relationship with kim y/n, young posse’s member. if only she was a boy.”

“why would she need to be a boy?” she knew. of course she did. all that nonsense about queer people in the industry.

“you know that.” she couldn’t argue, even if she’d tried. “i do.”

“don’t ruin this for yourself.” as if she could do so more than she already did. what would happen to her friendship? what about her members? what about the group’s future? “play the part, date for a month. go on three dates and wait until they have a comeback. you can break up after that.”

they just had a comeback, haerin thought. stupid dispatch. “i’ll text her.” her. what about her ex? she should feel bad, now it looks like she was cheating on him because they broke up a week ago. “what about…?”

“about?” a pointed look from her made the manager nod in understanding. “the boy. i’ll look into it. solve what you have to do.”

there’s a lot of things to resolve here.

*ೃ༄

colour drained from your face the moment you woke up in the middle of the night (to be fair, it was more around 4), your phone buzzing with notifications. safe to say, you ran to meet with the ceo as quickly as you could.

to make matters worse, haerin wasn’t replying to your texts. you were so lost in that moment—what dating rumour? why was no one saying anything?

“so.” you looked up, wincing internally at the glare your manager sent your way. god bless the others were still asleep. how could you explain this later though? “got any thoughts you want to share?”

“yeah.” you slowly leaned back in the chair, trying to relax. nothing big, just your first scandal. maybe you could play it off, that shouldn’t be too hard? “this feels like i’m being scolded by my teacher…”

“this is not the time, y/n.” your ceo spoke up. you slowly nodded your head, that might’ve been the truth. it wasn’t your fault you reacted to stressful situations with awkwardness.

“i don’t- me and haerin aren’t together, i don’t even think she’s…” it doesn’t feel like it, does it? she’s only ever showed you pictures of ‘cute boys’. “you know.”

“maybe-“ your phone buzzing aggressively for the second time that day cut you off. you glanced at the other people in the room, quietly apologising for the disturbance.

“no, check it. maybe it’s a follow up to the dispatch post?” nodding to agree with the ceo, you checked the notifications and your face went pale.

“they… ador confirmed it…?” your phone was snatched out of your hand as your manager hovered over you. “what’s going on?”

“they sure did.” the ceo placed his hands on his temples, rubbing them gently. the situation was starting to look worse and worse. what on earth was happening? “get someone to contact hybe. it’s still early, so we should be able to play off not responding right away. and you-“ his glare settled on you, making a shiver run down your spine. “contact that haerin. ask her to sort out whatever the fuck this is.”

“yessir.” oh yeah, haerin had a lot of explaining to do.

*ೃ༄

as it turned out, resolving all of that had to wait until you could peacefully leave your dorm. just a couple hours after ador confirmed the news, a bunch of (concerningly old) bunnies gathered outside your dorm. damn sasaengs. scratch that, damn creepy adult newjeans’s fans.

your manager was arranging some additional security to drive you away from the dorm, but he told you to play along with the rumour for now. that meant lying to your members. you were sneakily glancing through the window when the leader of your group suddenly appeared behind you.

you jumped slightly at sunhye’s sudden appearance. “i told the rest not to bother you for now. must be hard, huh?”

“…” your eyes followed her figure as she leaned on the windowsill next to you and also observed the crowd below you. “aren’t you mad?”

“i’m frustrated. partially with you, but i understand it’s not your fault, y/n. i just thought you’d tell us if you were in a relationship.” she gave you a pointed glare and you hummed softly. sunhye was getting suspicious of the whole situation, but you’d let her. haerin first—then you could argue with others.

“we didn’t mean for it to go that way. the relationship was still fresh too…” that was your best bet. you could play it as if you two only recently started dating.

“okay.” sunhye nodded her head with a small sigh before a soft smile appeared on her lips. “i’m happy for you. the girls-“ she gestured with her head subtly towards the bedrooms. “i’m sure they’re happy too. just be careful, okay?”

“i will, unnie…” your phone buzzed, information you of a new message. it was your manager telling you to take the lift downstairs and wait for him there. “i have to go..”

“good luck.”

“hm.” you rushed to the elevator, grabbing a face mask, pair of sunglasses and a cap on your way out. would hiding your face now change a lot? no, but it was still better to be safe than sorry—oh, the irony.

you saw a green mark appear next to haerin’s icon, signalling she was finally active. three dots appeared next to her user as she started typing. you sighed softly, pressing the ground level button in the lift.

haerinnie

we have to meet up

y/n 🩷

we sure do?

y/n 🩷

you’ve got some explaining to do.

haerinnie

i know

the elevator doors slid open with a small ding and you were greeted with your manager waiting for you. behind him stood a couple guys and a girl you’d recognise as your makeup artist. you quirked your brow softly before glancing at the man.

“public appearance.” he replied shortly before ushering you to move.

haerinnie

meet me at xxx in 20? i promise we’ll talk there

y/n 🩷

see you there

you gave your manager the address and before you knew it, your small group (meaning the security, manager and makeup artist) were all loaded into a car. somehow you managed to slip through the sea of newjeans fans.

the girl immediately told you to take off your mask and the rest of your ‘identity protection’ gear so she could start working on your face. when you gave a questioning look to the manager, he sighed and replied. “you’re going on a date for all the media knows. your relationship just has been confirmed. ador sent out representatives to talk to as just after the meeting and it might’ve been an honest mistake on both sides, but the both of you will have to keep it up.”

“honest mistake?” how can someone confirm a relationship and then call it an honest mistake.

“young posse will have a comeback sooner than we initially assumed.” he licks his lips before continuing. “you’re free to break up then. the scandal will keep both of the groups relevant for now, even if the event was a mistake.”

by the time you realised how absurd all of that sounded, you’ve arrived at the meet-up place. you could see haerin sitting inside, as as her best friend you could recognise her in the stupidest disguise.

“keep in touch. we’ll leave as not to attract any more unnecessary attention.” you nodded at the manager weakly and sneaked inside the little cafe before anyone could try to spot you.

haerin lifted her head before giving you a weak smile as your approached her table. “hi there…”

“what the fuck?” you realised there was a better way to approach the subject, but you were too tired to give a damn. “why would ador confirm the news?“

“it’s my fault.” with the way she groaned and hid her face in her hands at your reaction, you must’ve looked like you were about to murder someone. “your last name is ‘kim’. i used to date this boy who’s last name was also-“

“you had a boyfriend?!” you didn’t know if anything could surprise you anymore. your best friend had a boyfriend she never told you about and now she was in a supposed relationship with you. how crazy could life get?

“we broke up.” she nervously avoided your gaze as she spoke. “we were together for only a while… i thought we might click but he wasn’t really all that. and i wanted to focus on my career. but we’re besides the point.”

haerin pulled out her phone and showed you the article again. the header presented both of your full names.

“my manager knew i was dating ‘a kim’. i never told him who it was just because i thought it was too soon to introduce him officially. when this-“ she gestured to the article again. “came out, he just assumed it was whom i was meeting the past couple weeks. they didn’t consult me, just confirmed everything quickly.”

you slowly nodded along to everything she said. her explanation made sense and it wasn’t technically her fault, like you initially assumed. the situation was brutally messy, but knowing your best friend didn’t loose her mind made you feel better.

“what do we do now?” you finally asked. she fidgeted with her hands before looking around the cafe. of course there must’ve been a camera here—someone was always on the lookout for gossip. haerin leaned close to your face, from the side it looked like she was kissing your cheek.

“we play along.” she whispered. “give it some time. people will forget and then we can ‘officially break up’.”

sure. that sounded fair.

*ೃ༄

there was a small flaw in the plan as it later turned out. for starters, people didn’t forget. on the contrary—after the initial shock died down and you stopped getting random threats on the internet, the fans started showing you two a lot of love. #y/nrin and #y/n&haerin were trending all over the social medias.

that meant you two couldn’t just hope for them to move on and then break up.

there was also another small problem. see, while haerin told you she wasn’t truly interested in any relationship now, you were quite the opposite. a hopeless romantic, if you would. and your best friend was such a caring fake girlfriend…

it wasn’t entirely your fault you fell for her. she wasn’t making this easy. deep down you knew she was most likely straight and wouldn’t go for you. you did the best thing you could come up with—distance yourself from her.

the consequences of your actions came to bite you sooner than you’d expected as after three days of ‘postponing’ your fake dates with haerin, you found minji angrily banging at your dorm doors.

a little groggily, you let the leader of newjeans inside before she basically slammed you against the doors. “y/n!”

“w-what?!” her semi aggressive behaviour made you wake up fully. she looked pissed and you made a mental note not to ever anger her like that again. “what happened?”

“haerin is sad because of you.” she said simply, as if expecting you had a good explanation.

“huh?” you tilted your head to the side and minji looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but there. “what do you mean…”

“she let it slip that you’ve been ghosting her, y/n. now i don’t know the details but you don’t get to hurt my band made just because.” you nervously grinned at her. haerin was sad because of you? sure, you were her best friend, but before all of this, you’d only meet up every couple weeks.

“i’ll talk to her-“

“you better.” minji let you go and left the dorm as quickly as she appeared there. you decided that you owned her this much at least. it was better to come clean, no? maybe you two could have an actual reason to ‘break up’ if you talked with haerin.

y/n 🩷

meet me at our cafe in 10? please?

it took a couple minutes for haerin to reply. you didn’t know if she was purposely ignoring you to give you a taste of your own medicine.

haerinnie

why should i

y/n 🩷

please

haerinnie

you’ve been ignoring me

haerinnie

why should i agree to something for you

y/n 🩷

i’ll explain myself, i promise

y/n 🩷

just come there?

another two minutes passed and you were starting to lose hope. maybe she got more annoyed than you initially assumed.

haerinnie

be there in 10

you hurried to the cafe too. saying it was a 10 minutes walk from your dorm was a stretch, but your friendship was on the line. your leader yelled something after your when you were leaving the dorm, but you didn’t hear her. there were more important things than being an idol in that moment.

the bell above the doors dinged quietly when you finally made it inside the small coffee shop. you saw haerin sitting there, but she didn’t bother looking up at you.

“you’re late.” her tone was a little colder than usual. the same voice she used to talk with everyone—but you weren’t like everyone, you were her best friend.

“i’m sorry…” she finally looked up when she heard you practically hyperventilating. you ran there as fast as you could, and now you needed a moment to regain your breathing. “i-i should’ve said 20 minutes…”

you saw a ghost of a smile appear on her lips before she cleared her throat. “i ordered your favourite… it should be here soon.”

you plopped down on the chair in front of her, nodding your head in a grateful manner. even annoyed, haerin was a caring individual. “i’ll pay you back later.”

“no need.” she straightened in her seat. haerin wanted answers and she wanted them now. “just tell me. what did i do?”

“what?” she wasn’t seriously thinking it was because of her, was she?

“did i hurt you or something?”

“no, haerin! i-“ you leaned your face on your palms. it was hard to explain without bluntly giving yourself away. “you didn’t do anything wrong. i swear on my group.”

“then what is it. i know you, y/n. you don’t just do shit like that unless something happened.”

she knew you too well for her own good. did she knew you liked girls too? did she knew she was the prettiest girl in your eyes? “haerin, i don’t… i don’t want out friendship to end because of this.”

“hm?” her eyes widened subtly. she tilted her head to the side, looking like a cat. oh how you hated how cute she was sometimes. “i’m not following.”

“haerin… i like you.”

“i like you too.” she nodded to herself. “you’re my best friend. dani almost got mad over the fact that i said you’re my best friend and she’s-“

“haerin.” you placed your hand on hers, gently drifting her attention back to you. she looked into your eyes, and you saw a sudden flash of understanding. “i like like you. i don’t want to fake date you.”

she stayed silent. her eyes slowly blinking at you as if she was processing the information. that wasn’t the response you were hoping for. she was supposed to say something. anything. you felt your eyes stinging, tears slowly appearing in them before she spoke up.

“okay.” haerin nodded to herself again.

“okay?” what kind of response is that?

“is this a date then?”

“haerin, i just confessed to you-“

“okay.” she repeated, this time with a small smile on her face. “you’re easy to fall for, y/n. or at least i think that. i don’t know if i like like you yet… but i think i want to date you too.”

“…really?” you couldn’t stop the grin from appearing on your face. “100% serious?”

“yes. but i’m paying for the date.”

“i asked you out tho!”

“and you were late.”

*ೃ༄

[ebony-blood]

OH MY GOODNESSS I was wondering, if you can pretty please do a lost boys X reader (poly if your comfortable with it) but she’s a wallflower? Like maybe she moved to Santa Carla and she’s bullied? Maybe a sprinkle of insecurity but ends up meeting the lost boys at the boardwalk and they just. Can’t. Leave. Her. Alone? She’s their mate and she’s so flustered cause the HOTTEST guys she’s ever seen are paying attention to her? Pretty pretty please?🥹🥹🥹 I’ll love you forever

Poly! The Lost Boys x Shy! Fem! Reader

Author's notes!: I had to look up what 'Wallflower' means lol, for those who don't know, a Wallflower is basically someone who kinda hangs back during parties because they are too shy. TW: READER IS FEM!! Bullying, mentioned violence, vampire stuff, the boys being obsessed right from the start. I tried so hard not to describe Reader in this, I try to be as inclusive as I can, but if anything is mentioned it's because I'm tired lol, I'll fix it, just bring it up in the comments and I'll track it down o7. This probably sucks, I'm sorry.

You had moved to Santa Carla looking for a fresh start a few weeks ago. You weren't used to the weird styles, the smell of weed and gas that seemed to constantly cover the streets, the loud boardwalk parties, none of it. So naturally, you kept to yourself, hanging back during parties and avoiding eye contact, unfortuantely, Santa Carla was not a place people like you, shy wallflowers, were treated right. 

Some people ignored you at best, they’d glare at you when you waved or smiled at them, they’d ignore you if you asked questions, they avoided you. But a lot of people were downright cruel to you. They mocked you at parties, some openly tried to take things from you or would push you around. People were never openly violent with you, at first, but after a few weeks they started getting more violent, pushing you around and screaming in your face. It was mostly the people who were either on drugs or drunk. It was mostly the men and their girlfriends who were openly hostile and mean to you. You wished you’d never moved to this place, it was gross, the people were indifferent at best and downright cruel at worst, and you missed people you knew in your past. You wish you weren’t like you were, so quiet and shy. Hell, it had been years since you could look in the mirror and see someone you didn’t view as hideous looking back at you, but Santa Carla made it so much worse.

It was yet another late night in Santa Carla. Another night of wandering the boardwalk while you tried to avoid the harassment you got from people. You weren’t surprised every time you were shoved aside, or shouted at by a familiar group. Honestly, you didn’t wanna deal with that tonight, you wanted to walk around, maybe go see whoever was playing a show that night and see if they were actually good, and then head back to your apartment, but it seemed whatever form of fate you believed in had a different idea, because the group just wouldn’t leave you alone, shouting random shit, from ‘Weirdo’ to one girl just straight up calling you ugly. You were fighting back tears.Why the hell were people so needlessly cruel? Whatever, it’s nothing new. 

You stopped by some area where people on the beach park their bikes. You took the biggest breath you possibly could when you realized your tormenters weren’t following you anymore, so you could finally breath. 

That was until you heard voices, four guys, you guessed. You looked in their direction and, for the first time since moving to Santa Carla, you got that butterfly feeling in your gut. That wasn’t a thing you had felt since high school. You swore the bullies you faced then laughed the feeling out of you, but these four seemed to knock the breath you had just taken out of you. Damn, they were hot. Three of the four men were blonde, one had curly hair, one had fluffy hair, and the third guy had a haircut that kind of reminded you of Billy Idol, he was smoking a cigarette. And then there was the one that seemed to be trailing behind, observing people around them while the other three, mostly the ones with curly hair and fluffy hair, laughed and joked. The fourth guy had long, dark brown hair. You stared for a minute longer before snapping yourself out of whatever daze you had been in. 

They had stopped walking, they were staring right at you, and you immediately prepared your apology in your head. Quietly standing up, and then one of the four, the fluffy-haired one, said something you assumed wasn’t meant to be said out loud.

“Holy shit, Marko, she’s hot.” 

You looked over at the four, confused, the man was immediately smacked across the back of the head by the one with the cigarette.

“Don’t say shit like that out loud, dumbass.”

You were staring at the four, your face suddenly warming up at the idea that they were talking about you. You figured it was a stupid thought, there were other hot girls around the boardwalk, why would any of these four think you were hot? Then, the one with the cigarette cleared his throat.

“Sorry about that, doll. Paul can’t seem to keep his mouth shut around pretty girls.” He said, glaring back at the one with fluffy hair, you assumed he was Paul.

The one with curly hair snickered a bit and looked over at Paul, before the one with the cigarette spoke up again, he quickly shut up then.

“I’m David, The guy behind me is Dwayne, and those two are Paul and Marko.” He said

You nodded softly, even their names were hot, what the hell? David and the other three were staring at you with a confusing amount of attention. 

Paul had an almost immediately obsessed or enamored look in his eyes, like you were just the prettiest thing he’d ever seen, Marko also looked absolutely in love with you already, both had the same look in their eyes, the other two, Dwayne and David didn’t seem in love, if they were, they were hiding it well enough. 

“So, where ya off to, sweets?” Paul said, giving you a soft grin.

“Oh, I was about to head home,” You reply, and they all suddenly seem to perk up a bit.

“Oh, really? Well, maybe, instead of that, you could come and hang out with me and the guys?” David asked, motioning to their bikes. 

Something about these four felt…supernatural. They carried themselves with such confidence, and something unseen seemed to be pulling you to them. You thought for a minute. Was it a good idea? Maybe not. It felt too good to be true, four hot boys, paying attention to you? They stared, waiting for your answer. Against your better judgment, you made your choice.

“Sure, I don’t see why I couldn’t.” 

Paul and Marko got visibly excited. Paul grabbed your hand quickly and led you over to their bikes, the other three following behind him, laughing at Paul’s excitement. You were carefully put on the back of one of their bikes and David got on in front of you, looking back at you when you wrap your arms around him.

“Hold on tight, alright?” 

You could only nod before the four sped off, David following behind the more rambunctious two, with Dwayne behind him. 

At the time you didn’t know it, but come the end of the next week, you’d be theirs, and you’d have no complaints about it.

This got so long lol.

Sorry it ended like it did, it's 4 am here and I'd dying.

more coming tomorrow <333

[izzyy-stuff]

Hi Izzy! So i wanted to request a smut fic tehe. So reader is like the new member of a new group under HYBE. And on their first day at the company, they walk into the wrong practice room. When txt sees reader, they all instantly straighten up and bc reader is so pretty, they all wanna talk to her. But duh, it’s gonna be a gyu fic. after reader accidentally bumps into them, she clicks w/ gyu right away. So on a music show, TXT gets another win n’ reader decides to congratulate gyu 😏(ifykyk) TY!!

𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐘 - 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔

idol!beomgyu x fem!reader

in which After accidentally walking into his practice room and cursing as if fuck was the only word in your vocabulary, you manage to befriend one of the TXT members; Choi Beomgyu. But your friendship soon turns into something messier as you spent more time with him.

wc 2.8k

warnings smut, brunette!Beomgyu, mostly sub!Beomgyu and dom!reader, fwb lowk, blowjob, unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of cursing

↪ izzy speaks... mhm I like this one :3 When Yeonjun dropped those concept pics and thought he might finally be able to steal me, this gyu reminded me where I belong again

“I’m running there now,” you assured her, your breath shaky as you stopped at the red light, taking a moment to breathe properly. “Yeah, I can hear that,” your group leader scoffed, and you could practically hear her shaking her head at you. “No one came here to look for you, so they probably haven’t checked the cameras yet. I’ll try to cover for you, but don’t take long.” You nodded, a quick ‘thank you’ escaping your lips as you hung up, stuffing your phone back into your pocket, getting ready to run again in the hopes that you wouldn’t be too late for your first practice after debut. 

It hasn’t been that long, and honestly, it still felt surreal. Your debut was only two weeks ago, and you already had people here and there cheering you on. It was a warm feeling.

But you weren’t sure how long you could keep that feeling for. You were worried that if people knew you were a mess outside the cameras, they might change their view of you. You were usually late due to your non-existent time management, and you were forgetful. Honestly, you’d be surprised if you still remembered your debut date after six months. 

 If you were to put it simply, numbers were your biggest enemy. 

So it didn’t surprise you much when you ran through the HYBE hallway, looking for practice room 4. You were convinced you remembered your schedule this time. You were confident your practice room was number 4. 

But it wasn’t. 

And you had to learn the hard way. 

“Fuck, sorry, girls. I completely lost track of time. Has anyone looked for me yet? I hope… not,” you froze, the sound of the door closing behind you the only thing you could hear now. It was as if everything froze with you. “Fuck, sorry,” you apologized immediately, scanning the room as fast as you could. “Shit, I should stop saying fuck,” you muttered, causing a laugh escape from the brunette opposite you. 

“Hey, sorry. Can we help you somehow?” The seemingly tallest of the five boys you noticed in the practice room asked, taking a few steps forward to you after exchanging a look with his bandmates. “Uhm, actually, maybe,” you mumbled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck as you watched them. They were sweating, two of them even panting. Right, people sweat when they practice like they should, you reminded yourself. “I was looking for room 4? Isn’t this it?” 

“Seems like you are in the right place, then.” Your attention shifted from the tallest to the one behind him, your eyes widening immediately. Yeonjun. Choi Yeonjun was in front of you. You wanted to slap yourself for not realizing who you were talking to sooner. “Fuck,” you exhaled, the curse slipping from your tongue on instinct. 

“I thought you said you weren’t going to say fuck anymore?” The brown-haired guy smirked, stepping forward with the rest. Choi Beomgyu, you noted mentally. You could recognize the famous faces now that you looked at them again. “A bit hard when Tubatu is standing in front of you,” you admitted, watching their lips curve into a smile. 

“I’m sorry, I guess I had the wrong room number. I’ll-” Before you could finish your sentence, your ringtone interrupted you. You squeezed your eyes shut, knowing you were in trouble now. It was either the staff calling you or your group leader. You weren’t sure which one was the worse option. 

You reached into your pocket, looking at the caller ID: Nari, your leader. “Alright, I’m so sorry I ran into your practice. I’m going to go right away. I have my own practice to attend,” you smiled awkwardly. Not waiting for their response, you quickly turned your back to them, rushing out of the practice room before you accepted the call. You didn’t give her any time to yell at you as you asked her where your practice room was. 

♡⸝⸝ 

“Alright, that’s it for today,” your group leader clapped, looking at your six-member group. You finally took a deep breath, sliding down to the ground. “I am so tired.” Your best friend scoffed, sitting down beside you. “You’re not done yet, babe,” she proclaimed, making you whine. “What now? I already said I am sorry for being late. Please don’t make me dance for another hour as punishment!” You pleaded, dramatically spreading your arms and legs. 

“Not an hour-long practice, but you are filming our next dance challenge,” Nari informed you. “In,” she started, looking at her arm as if she were to see the time on her non-existent watch. “An hour. If I were you, I would run to the shower and start getting ready. They don’t have the whole day for you.” You whined again, closing your eyes tiredly. “With who? I already did the dance challenge with Hoshi and Chaewon last week! I embarrassed myself enough! They totally outdid me!” 

“If you weren’t late, we would send Eunji. Don’t be dramatic about it now, and get ready. Yeonjun should be waiting for you later,” Nari stated. You sat up immediately, your eyes widened. “Yeonjun?!” You repeated after her, getting a confused nod in return. 

You sighed, finally accepting your fate before you looked at your leader again. “Alright, I’ll do the challenge with him, but be prepared for a call once I am done. The craziest thing happened when I was going to practice,” you said, jumping on your feet again. 

♡⸝⸝  

It might have been the first time you weren’t the one late. You sat on the couch in your practice room as your two staff members prepared everything, waiting for the famous fourth-gen IT boy. You sighed, turning off your phone in annoyance. It might have been the first time you were the one waiting for someone else, and you hated it. You started to understand how others felt when you were constantly late. 

“We are so sorry for being late. Practice was longer than we expected,” you heard the familiar voice, turning your head towards the door. We? “I couldn’t miss out on the opportunity to hear you cursing again, could I?” The brown-haired boy smiled, as if he could read your mind. “I’m not going to curse again,” you stated, but honestly, when you didn’t believe it yourself, how could he? “If you say so,” Beomgyu chuckled. 

The two males learned your choreography in the blink of an eye, finishing the video in just two takes. You admired them a lot. Especially after you’d tried to learn their latest choreography. You couldn’t process the moves properly. It felt nearly impossible and you whined, dropping down onto the floor.  

Beomgyu didn’t hesitate before squatting down beside you, ignoring the panicking glances from Yeonjun. “Maybe we should take a break,” he suggested, looking over his shoulder at the staff. “You can go for a coffee, or something, and I’ll go over it again with her.” The two staff members exchanged a look, unable to turn such an offer down. Before you could even realize it, they were long gone, leaving you in the practice room alone with Beomgyu and Yeonjun. 

“This is embarrassing. I’m an idol, too. I shouldn’t be so incapable,” you covered your face with your hands, trying to avoid them as much as possible. It was embarrassing enough when you ran into their practice room earlier that day. You didn’t need all this on top of that. 

“You aren’t–” Yeonjun started, but before he could finish, the younger male interrupted him, making him lose your attention before he could even receive it. “You aren’t incapable,” Beomgyu assured you. “When we were learning it for the first time, I felt the same way. The choreography is hard, but I know you can do it. I saw you dance earlier. You are fully capable of learning the moves. Heck, you might even end up being better than Yeonjun,” he tried to ease the mood with a laugh, and it worked. You shook your head, giggling as you stood up again, refusing to look like a crybaby. “Alright, show me again, please,” you pleaded. 

Yeonjun stood on the side, regretful as he watched you dance with Beomgyu. You mastered the choreography after a few more tries, reviewing it now. He sighed, realizing it was all his fault. When the staff told him he should bring one more member for the dance challenge, he thought Beomgyu was the safe choice. That he could charm you while Beomgyu would be the crackhead he usually is, but it turned out the other way. Somehow, Beomgyu managed to charm you right in front of his eyes instead, and there was nothing he could do. 

“Do you have any schedule after this?” Beomgyu asked, sitting down and pressing his back against the mirror. “Not that I know of,” you said, glancing over at Yeonjun, sitting on the same couch you sat on while waiting for him. A part of you felt bad for him. It felt as if you were leaving him out, forcing him to be on his phone while you and Beomgyu engaged in a conversation. “How about I treat you to dinner?” He suggested, making your eyes widen. Whatever amount of your attention Yeonjun had seconds ago, it was all gone now. “What?” 

“As a reward for learning the dance.” 

♡⸝⸝ 

After that day, you and Beomgyu became close friends. Friends. You weren’t actually sure if that was what you could call it. You were friends for some time, but both of you knew it couldn’t last long. You couldn’t be just friends when all you could think about at night was having him in your bed next to you. You thought about him at practice, about how hot he looked when he danced. You thought about how his lips moved when he talked to you, about how the same lips would feel against yours. You couldn’t stop thinking about him, no matter how hard you tried. 

You hung out together after practices. You had gone out to eat with his members, and he went out with yours. You had spent every free minute of your time with him in the past two months, so it wasn’t a big surprise to anyone when you showed up at Music Bank at the same time he did. What did surprise your members, though, was that you weren’t late.  

“Damn! Beomgyu really does have a good impact on you!” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, ignoring her comment and greeting your stylist, already looking at the outfit she had prepared for you. 

♡⸝⸝ 

You couldn’t lie; you hoped for a win for your group, but a part of you always cheered for Tubatu. They deserved the win, Beomgyu deserved the win. And you soon realized, their win meant a win for you too. 

You kneeled in front of the brown-haired boy, your hair in his hands as he held it up for you in a ponytail, his head thrown back. “You did so good today,” you praised him, your mouth stuffed with his cock. “S-Shut up,” he whimpered, a few of your hair strands escaping his fingers as his grip loosened. You smirked, pulling your head back when you felt him thrust his hips forward to reach deeper. “You want me to shut my mouth, hm?” You teased him. “No, please,” he pleaded, his breath trembling. “Need you.” 

You weren’t sure when your relationship started evolving in this direction. It happened in the blink of an eye. One second you were walking with him to your dorm, and the next thing you knew, your lips were pressed on his. The kiss was full of need then, and it felt the same way now. Whenever Beomgyu kissed you, you could feel how much he wanted you. 

So when his group won, you thought you would congratulate him with a simple peck until you felt the need in the kiss once again. When his hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer, you knew it wasn’t ending with just a kiss. 

“Please, I’ll be so good,” Beomgyu whined, holding onto the edge of the table behind him for support. “Will you now?” Your lips turned into a smile. You loved teasing him, but you knew your expressions always gave you away because nothing could get you more turned on than a man begging to have you. 

“So good,” he repeated eagerly. 

“Good boys deserve a prize,” you said softly before your lips found his trembling cock again, giving his tip a quick peck before you opened your mouth wide, your tongue wrapping over his whole length. As your name slipped past his lips with an almost pornographic moan, you couldn’t help yourself and rub your thighs together, your panties soaked. 

It only took a few kitty-licks over his tip for the male to cum in your mouth, his release sliding down your cheek when you pulled away. Beomgyu was a whining mess, his hands still holding tightly onto the table as you stood up from the floor, cupping his cheeks. “A bit more,” he whimpered, his right hand wrapping around your waist to pull you closer. You moaned out, too, as you felt his still hard cock slide between your legs, pressing on your clothed pussy. 

You couldn’t say no when he asked you so prettily. “You’ll have to be extra quick, okay?” Beomgyu didn’t even process what you just said before he nodded. He didn’t need to know because he knew he would do anything you asked him for. 

You took Beomgyu’s position, jumping up on the table, teasingly opening your legs with a smirk as you watched him, his eyes flitting between your panties and face. “You enjoy this, don’t you?” – “Absolutely,” you nodded, grabbing his arm and pulling him between your legs. “I love seeing you whimper for me as much as you love being in me.” 

It was safe to say you were driving him crazy. His cock twitched at your words, begging him to finally slide into you. He groaned, yanking your panties down. A yelp escaped your lips as the cold air hit you, making you wrap your legs around his hips in order to feel some warmth. 

His cock was soon deep inside you, hitting your g-spot almost immediately. You were both a whining mess by now. His forehead was sweaty, just like when you first met him, except this time, it was for a different reason. The mini skirt your stylist put you into earlier was rolled up, fully exposing your lower body to the brunette. 

“Fuck, fuck, baby, ‘m close,” you gasped when he managed to hit your g-spot simulately, driving you over the edge. “Shit, I’m–” he couldn’t even finish his sentence before he pulled out, groaning as he released all over your stage outfit. You could hear his breath trembling as he collapsed into your arms, his forehead resting on your shoulder. You chuckled, rubbing his back. “It’s fine, take a moment to breathe,” you whispered, unable to hide your smile. He was adorable. 

“Can I stay with you tonight?” Beomgyu asked casually as he pulled his pants up again. You, on the other hand, didn’t find that casual at all. You froze, blinking a few times, trying to figure out if you heard him right. “You want to…sleep at mine?” You asked, making him look up at you. He nodded, his eyes wandering all over your face, hoping to read you. “Unless you mind? I mean– forget it, I didn’t say anything,” he shook his head, turning around and looking for his phone. 

You closed your eyes, sighing. “Beomie, of course you can stay with me,” you assured him, walking over to him. He faced you again upon feeling your touch on his arm, his eyes soft. “I just don’t know what I’ll say to my members, that’s all.” 

“You think they don’t know?” 

“Don’t know what?” 

It was Beomgyu who froze this time, rethinking what he wanted to say. “I mean, I don’t know like… that we are together, kind of.” 

“That we are ‘kind of together’?” You raised an eyebrow at him, making him sigh. “Alright, yeah, I know I didn’t ask you out properly until now, but…please?” It only took you one glance for him to continue, knowing you weren’t vibing with his half-assed suggestions. “Please, I want to be your boyfriend,” he added, holding onto your hand. “Please?” 

You chuckled when he pleaded again, rolling your eyes playfully before you nodded. “Yes, Beomie, I’d love for you to be my boyfriend.”

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Good Luck, Babe! #2 ☆ jeon jungkook

what happens when you leave everything behind, only to be faced with it again years later? eunbi is convinced she was given another shot at keeping all she ever wanted, but it’s difficult when that all is her childhood best friend who doesn’t want to do anything with her anymore. how to earn his trust back?

☾ pairing: non idol!jk x fem!oc

☾ genre: childhood friends to strangers, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, smut

☾ word count: 9k +

☾ warnings: alcohol consumption. explicit language. underage drinking. this whole thing is fluff vibes imo. like jk is just a little loser who misses his best friend. gureum debut! i love this dog so much he deserves his own one shot.

☾ author’s note: hello !!! i hope this chapter isnt too slow for u guys.. i like this pace tho! we r starting to get to know our ggukkie better. but we’ll get to eunbi too! oh also, theres little hints that help understanding the timeline of the whole story so 👩🏻‍💻 thank u for ur time!!

ps : dal = moon in korean; boreumdal = full moon in korean. it’ll be useful as you read hehe.. ok bye!

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two ⋆ ribs

The first time Jeongguk got drunk, it was with his best friend. At the age of 15, the number of coming-of-age movies he had consumed with her by his side was more than he could count on both his hands and feet, never having enough of getting lost in a world that seemed so entrancing yet far. Not only because his age wasn’t exactly the one depicted in those films, but mainly because Busan didn’t offer such scenarios. Jeongguk was continuously inspired by those, so much so that he’s confident when admitting it was exactly that genre which got him to take directing and film production not only as a silly dream, but as an ambition. No matter how crazy it sounded to everybody’s ears, he wanted to follow that path, because only then he could translate his wild and eager imagination into somewhat of a concrete, tangible reality.

Having Eunbi by his side was only a bonus. At the end of every movie, after impatiently but silently waiting for the credits to roll (she knew Jeongguk took those very seriously, almost as a ritual), she would vomit every single thought she had harboured regarding what she had just watched and Jeongguk felt seen. His same hunger was reflected in his best friend’s eyes, and words, and passionate gestures when yearning for those experiences. The only difference was that, if Jeongguk was content with only jotting down their endless brainstorming after a long session of movie watching for future ideas that he hoped he could bring to the big screen, Eunbi was longing to bring those to life.

”I really wanna get drunk,” she whined in the older boy’s ears while munching on some remaining snacks, attentively observing Jeongguk’s skilled hand doodling what looked like two people watching the sunset on a beach. With time, he got used to staying focused on whatever task he was leading even with the girl going on about whatever passed her mind, but this time he released a chuckle and let his pencil roll down the couch, shifting his attention to his sulky friend.

“Why would you want that?” He said with a curiously amused expression, entertained by the pout on the girl’s face while she took his sketchbook and delicately traced the beer bottles he had scribbled earlier.

10 Things I Hate About You had been the current topic of discussion, being the last of three movies they had watched that afternoon and the one that Eunbi liked more. She couldn’t stop geeking about how cool Kat was and how she wanted to be her when she grew up. Jeongguk thought her little moment of admiration was funny, and let her go about it, “Everybody says it’s bad for your health and bla, bla, then why would they make it look so exciting?”

For the first time since their five years of friendship, Jeongguk thought of himself as the more rational one of the pair. Even if older (by one year), he had always been a bit childish around her and seemed to need his best friend to scold him with her witty, book-obsessed vocabulary. Thus, saying he was surprised by Eunbi’s claims would be an understatement. It was like the roles had switched when he said, “Well, it’s fiction. It’s supposed to be exciting.”

In response, he got the same glare he would reserve for her anytime she would tell him off for his immature behaviour, with an addition of an eye roll and an even sulkier expression, emphasised by her crossed arms. The boy giggled at her disappointment and snatched his sketchbook back from her hands, retrieving the pencil from where it had been buried under the cushions so he could resume his earlier activity.

However, the sudden silence was unsettling. It gave him a moment to realise he had never really been surrounded by quiet when hanging out with his neighbour. The Converse-lover girl would always fill any empty space with words, thoughts, songs, even random sounds made with her mouth, or hands. He was not sure if he should be thankful for such unusuality or if he should search for hints that could be hidden behind her odd quietude.

He went for the latter, and he was proved right when he lifted his head from his drawing and found his friend torturing her lower lip with her front teeth, staring into the void with narrowed thinking eyes. When she noticed his gaze on her, she exchanged eye contact and, unable to hide it longer, a mischievous smirk made its way to her mouth. Jeongguk shook his head, “You’re not seriously considering-“

”I’m just saying!” Her talkative self was back, sitting cross-legged on the couch and fully facing Jeongguk, trying to get him to direct his whole attention to her, “Dancing on a table seems fun…”

Jeongguk scoffed, amused by the way this one movie seemed to have had a huge impact on Eunbi’s running imagination, which he was very familiar with but, as he was having this conversation, he doubted if there was more he needed to discover, “Do you realise Kat was about to fall-“

”And! Got saved by hot Heath Ledger. Twice!” Jeongguk was used to being interrupted, especially when the conversation was about one of the girl’s favourite topics. He didn’t know Heath Ledger was on that list, though. He frowned, “You think he’s hot?”

Her response was as simple as a Duh!, making the boy feel stupid for questioning what seemed to be an ultimate truth. He rolled his eyes and went back to doodling meaningless details that would complete the image that had been clouding his mind, only for his shoulder to be shaken by a whiny Eunbi, “That was not the point. I’m telling you I wanna drink alcohol.”

Jeongguk snorted, taken aback by the unexpected outburst of confidence, then widened his already big eyes at her, signalling to quiet down, “My mom is literally in the next room.” That only got the daring girl to shrug her shoulders, eyebrows raised, and expecting an answer to her admission.

The older one sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes closed and contemplating. His meditation was interrupted by his determined friend rocking his body back and forth by the sleeve of his t-shirt, in hopes of getting what she wanted. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was, but figured Jeongguk could find a solution for her. Said boy tried to get the constant pulling to stop, only when it wouldn’t he could only lightly push the younger one away, knowing it would cause a huge reaction. And not even three seconds after, she laid down and acted as if her arm was broken, and her whole body severely injured, faking cries and whines. Jeongguk laughed, “What do you want me to do? Where would I even get it?”

It’s like she was waiting for that exact question, because the moment it was asked her acting immediately came to an end, as she lifted her body up again and sat straight on her heels, “Your dad has a whole collection of random bottles. He won’t notice if one is missing.” The quick response sounded strangely rehearsed, and Jeongguk furrowed his brows.

A smile danced on his lips at seeing his best friend trying not to break too and instead maintain a serious composure, wanting to make her intentions clear and unmoved. Jeongguk was surprised at her sudden resolution, figuring it must not have been so sudden after all, ”How long were you keeping this inside?”

”Literally forever,” she eventually broke, releasing a long breath, her body bending down with it but then regaining its straight posture, resuming her Convincing-BFF-To-Get-Drunk plan, “Movie was the last straw. Please Ggukkie?” She mustered her best puppy eyes and Jeongguk narrowed his, unbelieving of all the tactics she was using to get to her goal.

”No.” He strangely managed to sound firm, despite Eunbi insisting and now deepening her pout, making it hard for the boy to deny her request, “Dad will kill me.”

”I’m sure he won’t notice,” the way she was talking made it sound like she knew exactly what needed to be done, as if she was explaining something as obvious as Heath Ledger being hot. The look in her best friend’s eyes, however, let her know he wasn’t fully on her side yet, so she came up with something unexpected even to herself, as proved by her dubious expression after uttering out, “I will also steal a few beers from mom.”

Jeongguk fully broke out laughing then, nose scrunching and eyes squeezing, hand over his belly while muttering something close to You’re insane, and that went on for a minute, the reaction carrying at seeing his neighbour being as serious as ever, not even hinting a smile (even if she was doing her best to suppress it).

When the chuckles eventually came to an end, the brown-haired boy shook his head and went back to his drawing, leaving the girl incredulous at being ignored like that by who she thought would always be her Number One Supporter. She gasped, mouth hanging. Jeongguk smirked amusedly, seeing her through his peripheral vision, “What?”

The younger one whined and fussed on the couch, impatient with Jeongguk being seemingly impossible to convince but stubborn with wanting to make him agree. When not even her begging worked, going ignored as everything else she was doing, she sat silently just following Jeongguk’s hand on the paper. The boy thought it was over, until Eunbi let her mind speak again, this time more spontaneously, “You know, this thing you’re drawing, it could be reality. Not just film reality, I’m talking about us two drunk on the Busan beach, enjoying everything it has to offer. Can you really resist it?”

Eyebrows wiggling and a mischievous smile on her face, Jeongguk knew he was being difficult just because, the idea of getting drunk with his best friend had sounded inviting right from the start. Little by little, he was breaking, still hesitating when he admitted, ”Busan beach doesn’t sound that exciting but… Yeah, that would be pretty cool.”

At that, the girl’s eyes went sparkling, hopeful of finally winning her battle, ”That would be suuuper cool! C’mon, Ggukkie.”

Her hands were back on his shoulder, shaking him with less vigour this time but still making the boy giggle, “How would that even work-“

”We sneak out.” Once again, her rapid reply sounded so sure, it almost scared Jeongguk. He wanted to laugh again, but something in the girl’s expression made him hold back, slowly being persuaded by her convincing tactics, “I got everything planned. Let’s put the movie brainstorming aside and keep the get-drunk plan brainstorming going and I’ll tell you exactly how we’ll move through it.”

Jeongguk hesitated. The light in her eyes made him put the doubts to the side, ”Alright.”

That same night, they put the plan into action. It wasn’t too thought-out, but Eunbi had a way with words that made anything sound magical and captivating, just as those directors Jeongguk admired could depict their young age in a way too fascinating vision. They had decided to sneak out of their windows at 1 a.m., and before that, they would get their hands on what they had agreed and figured would get them drunk enough: whatever hard liquor attracted the boy more out of his dad’s collection, and two beer bottles from Eunbi’s fridge.

Both of them were clumsy with their actions. If they had to complete this initial part being together, the whole plan would have failed with how much one would have laughed at the other, and vice versa. Jeongguk made the bottle clink with another, while his best friend in the house next to his closed the fridge too hard, causing uncalled-for noise. The sounds were amplified by the quiet of the night, making the youngsters awkwardly stand still for a second, terror-stricken in hopes they wouldn’t get caught. What followed after was hastily placing the contents in their backpack and waiting some more by their window, ensuring no odd movement was heard from their parents’ room. When everything seemed under control, they nimbly climbed out, landing on their feet.

The first to appear outside was the younger one. With every fast and speedy beat of her heart, she felt it coming up her throat. All her senses were ten times stronger at that moment, and she could feel a jittery sensation travel through her whole body, running in her veins and seemingly unstoppable. She tried to, by harshly biting her lip and clasping a hand over her chest. Where the heck was Jeongguk? And why was she so cold? She wished telepathy existed, as she hoped with all her might that her friend had brought a jacket she could steal.

When a minute passed and there was no sight of the older boy, she felt utterly betrayed, and tried to come up with any excuse that could justify Jeongguk’s delay: there were none. If she could make noises she would whine, both the cold and the wait being unbearable.

Jeongguk appeared seconds later, looking like a deer caught in headlights as his feet landed on the ground with a stomping sound. Eunbi couldn’t help the snort escaping her mouth, quickly clasping a hand over it while the boy made his way to her with big eyes and his pointer finger laying over his lips, demanding absolute silence.

The two didn’t utter a single word until they were at a safe distance from their houses, and when they looked back and noticed how those were becoming smaller with each step they took, the smiles on their faces grew bigger. The girl in her Converses giggled and incredulously shook his friend’s arm, “What. The. Heck. We did it!”

Jeongguk let a nervous chuckle escape his lips, sharing that same excitement mixed with tension that he could feel oozing from his best friend, now hanging from his arm, “We did it. Now, where do we go from here?”

“Trust me, Gguk. I told you I know my way,” once again, the younger one managed to sound convincing enough, and Jeongguk let himself put his whole trust in her, too agitated to argue. However, Eunbi expertly noticed the unusual edginess in her friend’s nodding and lost gaze, so using the time it took to get to the beach through the route she knew best, she let out every single thought that passed her mind. Just as the dynamic between them was often like, but this time it served as a way to distract Jeongguk; and it did. The boy chuckled there and then at various comments, adding to them too. He laughed loudly when Eunbi admitted she brought some strawberries and water, just in case, and called her a dumbass. They then proceeded to have a meaningless argument about it, all while he took note of how the girl’s skin seemed to prickle with the soft wind, and laid his hoodie on her shoulders. They had a subtle way of caring about each other, which nonetheless never went unnoticed, but still not really mentioned.

1 a.m. was dark, darker than they’d ever witnessed, and if it wasn’t for the tall buildings behind them, the beach would have been completely surrounded by obscurity. The closer they got to the sea, the more the moon also helped reduce such blackness, with its light reflecting in the water. The pair sat down on the sand, picking the spot they had claimed as theirs during one of their many beach days on the hottest days of summer. There wasn’t much talking now, both of them eager to start the final and main part of the plan, but none of the two brave enough to break the seal.

Eunbi wrapped herself around Jeongguk’s hoodie, her knees to her chest and her chin to her knees, observing the boy sitting by her side with a playful smile dancing on her lips. Her nose scrunched tenderly when he reciprocated it, and her voice was suddenly small, “You want a strawberry?”

”You dragged me all the way over here to eat strawberries?” He chuckled at the girl’s out-of-character embarrassment and lightly shoved her shoulder, getting a lively giggle out of her. She shrugged, putting up her best innocent act, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Jeongguk didn’t say anything while he unzipped his backpack and took the main character of the night out, a bottle of Absolut Vodka, the one that had scared the boy less out of the whole collection, its liquid clear like water and seemingly free from danger. Who knows, maybe it also tastes like water.

He was proved wrong not much later, when he brought his mouth to the rim and gulped the first sip, its burning taste firing up his throat, then extending to his chest and finding home in his stomach. Jeongguk emitted a loud groan, eyes squeezing shut with the force of the foreign feeling, and distanced himself from the bottle to cough. The younger one had watched the whole scene with big eyes, unconsciously following every movement of his with her head, attentively studying his reaction and then laughing at his disgusted expression. She stole the bottle from his hands and repeated the same actions.

Unexpectedly, she accepted the sensation much better than the older one, only shaking her head fast in hopes the liquid would go down rapidly, and then taking another huge gulp right after. Jeongguk snatched the bottle from her hold to clasp it to his chest, his brows furrowed, “Woah, slow down there.”

”If I focus on how shit it tastes, I will never get drunk. Let me finish it,” her eagerness triggered Jeongguk’s competitive side, bringing him to swallow down a bigger amount than he had seen her sip, gulping loudly and then standing still, as if to prove a point. See? It doesn’t affect me either, that’s what his eyes were screaming. Of course, Eunbi didn’t back out, a silent race starting between the two the moment she claimed the bottle again and looked him right in the eyes while drinking. Jeongguk laughed too loudly, but he couldn’t control it, “That’s how it is?”

In between sneers and roasts, the competition went on until Eunbi announced her whole world was spinning, and the liquid covered a little less than half of the bottle. Jeongguk felt irrational contentment brimming his mind, making his body feel light yet still shaken by adrenaline. Unlike his friend, he could at least form coherent sentences, though. He had regulated the amount of alcohol he was ingesting, so that he could ensure one of them could still lucidly operate in case anything happened. He had also pulled the bottle away from Eunbi’s mouth multiple times whenever she would overdo the quantity she was drinking, but he figured it still affected her way more than it did him.

Indeed, a whole 10 minutes had passed of her munching on those strawberries she just had to take with her while walking in circles around Jeongguk’s sitting figure. Before going on that ritual-like path, she had also tried one of the two canned beers, and the littlest sip of it had made her declare it as the worst beverage on earth. Jeongguk didn’t mind it, surely liked it more than the clear vodka, but made sure to empty the opened can and hide the other in his backpack, in case his very tipsy friend wanted to try some more.

From his sitting position, he looked at her grinning when she would share bitten pieces of the red fruit with him, while still keeping up the constant walking and the random babbling. In the midst of it, she would also laugh to herself, and then resume her muttering, making the boy laugh as well with no exact knowledge of what she was saying. He just went along with it, didn’t get what was so funny but figured he was too tipsy to entertain meaningful conversation.

As he kept observing her, he saw her look up at the sky, the movement too fast for her spinny head, “Ouch.” She squeezed her eyes shut and quickly reopened them, only to be welcomed by black patches appearing and disappearing from her vision. Then, the starry sky is what she saw; the moon was next. She laughed at that too, spinning around a few times with her arms wide open.

Jeongguk does find a reason to laugh along with her now, his friend acting too silly his heart feels content just watching her, ”You look so dumb. What are you even doing?”

Giggles are her first response, followed by her suddenly sitting down on the sand, on the spot next to him. Jeongguk noticed some of the strawberry juice had dripped down her chin, so he cleaned it carefully with his thumb until there was none. She hiccuped, “Gguk, I think- I think I love the moon.” The sudden admission was out of context, but he accepted it. A little over an hour had gone by at that point, but once again she assumed the position she was in when they first arrived, knees to her chest and chin to her knees, with that same soft smile directed at him, only with sleepier eyes.

With the hand that was already close to her face, the older one moved some of the locks that were blocking her vision, then gently placed them behind her ear. He melted at the pleased expression on her face, her eyes gently closing. Jeongguk had always felt a sense of protection in her regards, just like a brother would to her sister. He wasn’t much older than her, but he still felt like he needed to be someone Eunbi could lean on and look up to. He followed along, nodding, “Yeah? You do look like the moon.” The tender moment seemed to have been interrupted by his comment. Her soft smile was replaced by a frown. Huh? Did he say something wrong?

With Jeongguk seated next to her, she turned to fully face him (the fast movement probably causing her head to hurt again) and furrowed her brows, “You do realise that’s not a compliment,” the same confused expression was now mirrored on her friend’s face, so she kept explaining, “You’re saying my face is round and puffy.”

The boy sitting cross-legged also fussed so he could be directly in front of her, facing the tipsy girl when he smirked, “Your face is round and puffy, Bee.” The grin turned into a full laugh when she hit his shoulder with a stronger force than usual, making him stumble. At that, she shoved him again, intent on making him fall on his back.

”What the hell? No, it’s not.” When she realised how weak alcohol was making her, she backed down from her mission and instead sat on her heels and crossed her arms, annoyed by the stupid smile on his face. She narrowed her eyes, “If anything, you look like a coconut. Fuck you.”

The boy feigned his shock, the act quickly being revealed by his uncontrollable giggles. The alcohol was getting her way sassier, and she was already too mouthy for his liking. Still, he was never intimidated by that, instead living off these moments just to make fun of her and wind her up further, “Should I call you Dal? My little Boreumdal?” His sickeningly sweet mocking voice was aggravated by his tickling under her armpit. She swatted him, “You’re being disgusting. I’ll throw up everything I drank on you.”

”I dare you Dal,” he wiggled his eyebrows and shortly after he figured that was the last teasing comment he could allow himself to throw at her before being pushed fully to the ground this time and receiving harmless punches on his stomach, which made him burst into lively laughter. The sand was getting in his hair and all over his clothes, but he didn’t care, his only goal being winning the nth fight between them, “Ouch, Dal stop-“

“Don’t call me that!” She was fully screaming at him now, her vodka breath fanning over his face while she kept tossing him on the sand, giggling along, “Stupid coconut.” Between laughs and jabs she didn’t realise how close they got, Jeongguk also working his way to free himself from his spot on the ground, resulting in her determined attitude trying to block him by sitting on his stomach and pushing his shoulders down.

However, when she felt his hands on her wrists, the contact triggered sudden awareness in her mind, registering the compromising position they were in, her whole face changing colour. With her movements being haltered, Jeongguk also seemed to notice the quick change in her expression. After a moment of silence, of her staring big-eyed in his starry eyes, a tipsy 15 year old Jeongguk could only come up with, “This is the first time I’m seeing a red moon.”

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It’s the echo of her voice, yelling Shut up! in his face that startles him awake. When he takes in his surroundings, he relaxes in the bed again. Jeongguk was right when he predicted how hard the simple act of falling asleep would have been, following being so close to the cause of his nightmares after years. He checks the time displayed on his phone, 6:08 a.m. His alarm isn’t set to go off for another hour. Sighing, he’s aware trying to get some more sleep after it had failed to find him would have been useless, reason why he goes on a staring contest with the ceiling.

It becomes a canva for his running mind, which projects the last image that he saw behind his closed eyelids: Eunbi’s face being centimetres to his, her head crowned by a shining white full moon. He’s unconscious of the smile creeping up on his mouth, but when he feels its sides twitch it turns into a deep frown. He hates his own brain for doing this to him, but is also aware the girl coming back so strong and unexpected in his life played a huge role.

It’s not like he was ever confident with the possibility of fully forgetting about her. How does one forget about the moon? But he could still say he had done a great job at keeping her locked in one dark room in the back of his mind; until not more than three months ago, when she showed up beside Dahye, her big smile greeting the rest of the group, but breaking in pieces when she spotted him. Had it been such a disgrace for her?

Jeongguk can’t blame her if she felt like that, because after an initial, very brief moment of surprise, excitement and sparks, he was surrounded by doom. It had been gruelling battling against the kid inside him, probably confused as to why his first instinct wasn’t to hug his Dal. It’s as if that version of him got stuck right in the place he was left, and when he saw her again he wished to pick up from where they had stopped, never having gotten closure. Last night would be an example: the urge to keep an eye out for her, care for her safety. It’s like telling a child Santa Claus isn’t real, and watching his world break. But Jeongguk needed the kid in him to be faced with the truth badly, before a light gets switched on in that dark room of his brain he keeps her in, and next thing he knows she finds the key to open it and escape.

That truth being the fact that everything changes, and people do too. Although, compared to the first time he saw her drunk, he wouldn’t say there were any changes: she would still mutter incoherent nonsense under her breath, and laugh for no apparent reason. And it had the same effect on him, pure amusement and adoration. But this time, he couldn’t let himself indulge in it.

Jeongguk can’t stand his brain being manipulated so easily by his heart, and rather having to sit helpless while witnessing such conflict, he figures he can start his day ahead and get up from his bed. What awaits him is a train journey to Busan in exactly two hours. With summer break starting, he had concluded he could use the most of it to be with his parents, starting by the weekend ahead. He’s fairly excited to be in his hometown again after months, and with the way his mind has been taking him back in time through the memories, he finds it funny how he used to depreciate Busan and fantasise about Seoul, when right now he would do anything to not be surrounded by the capital’s chaos. You truly never know what you have until it’s gone.

Jimin, being also from Busan, had offered to drive him there and go with him, but Jeongguk refused. He’s aware his best friend was just being nice, a leading characteristic of his nature, since he also knows Jimin doesn’t really enjoy being back in his city, and tries to stay away from it as much as he possibly can. The blonde had opened up once to his flatmate, admitting how home wasn’t really that for him. Seoul was his one and only occasion to escape it; he loved it here, and had finally built what felt closest to a home. The fact that Jeongguk is part of it makes his heart swell with joy.

He’s as quiet as ever while he packs the last things in his backpack and exits the flat, making sure the door isn’t shut too loud so as not to wake Jimin, who’s probably going to suffer from the worst hangover as soon as he opens his eyes. Still, the brown haired boy now wearing a baseball hat over his head shoots his friend a text to let him know he’s left the house. A cheeky Don't miss me too much :p is sent after that.

Considering he still has a significant amount of time left before the train leaves (more than he had deduced yesterday, when he had set his alarm at 5 a.m. for 7 a.m. and had gotten even less sleep than that) he picks walking to the station over taking the bus, in fear if he sits anywhere he will fall into deep slumber due to his single hour of sleep and fuck up his whole getaway plan. The walk contributes to waking his senses and shaking off the weariness, his mind finding it especially hard after the previous hours spent in the small suffocating club, swimming in the smell of alcohol and weed, and being surrounded by blasting music.

When he gets to his destination, there’s still 30 minutes left before the train arrives. He sighs while he sits on a bench by the platform, and waits. Two cigarettes later, he figures there’s nothing else he can do but put his earphones to use and play the first album in his recently played. When not even Twenty One Pilots’ Vessel can avert his eyes from batting until they’re slowly closing, Jeongguk forces himself into a staring contest with the nothingness, in hopes the illusion of having to win a fight keeps him awake. Until even then his vision starts to unfocus, and in his zoned out state he feels like passing out on that same bench.

His phone is his last resort, mindless scrolling on social media apparently the only activity capable of avoiding his mind from completely shutting down. When he gets to Instagram, rather than checking the new posts on his feed, he clicks on Dahye’s story popping up as the first one of the list. Stories are a fairly new feature to the app, but he soon came to learn how much his friend loved it, documenting every piece of her life through them. What he didn’t expect, and surely didn’t need, was her recent updates to be a rundown of Eunbi’s recovery from her drunken state last night: firstly, a close up of her baby face, with cheeks covered by smudged mascara and what looked like tears, and a pout so pronounced with furrowed eyebrows; soon after, a sneaky shot of the girl completely bent over the toilet, almost hugging it, Dahye captioning it with her new BFF!; then, an hour later, Eunbi peacefully sleeping surrounded by all sorts of pillows and plushies. Dahye ended the small series with a short apology to her roommate, adding i love u @song_eunbee hehe.

When he realises the unconscious, dumb, stupid, smile on his face, he jerks his head up and shuts his phone, violently shoving it in his sweatpants pocket. Blinking a few times, he also notices how he quite literally almost missed the train, only then registering it had stopped in front of him and was ready to depart again. Jeongguk quickly gathers his stuff and makes his way onto the train, searching for any seat that is close to a window overlooking the outside. He thinks if he can focus on the view for the rest of the ride, he’d be able to shut off the urge to go on a three hour Instagram spiral. He knows he’s so wrong when not even two minutes in, he physically can’t stop his hands from retrieving his phone and looking up song_eunbee on the app’s search bar.

He’s relieved when he clicks on the first account that pops up and finds out it’s not private. In her profile picture her face is half covered by her hand, but the dimple adorning her cheeks doesn’t hide the fact that she’s smiling. He’s welcomed by quite a few posts, varying from landscapes, friends, family, baby photos, random kittens on the streets, club nights, and some selfies. He learns she’s pretty big on Ariana Grande and that she still loves the moon, as confirmed by the crescent moon emoji being the only thing in her bio. He can’t help but foolishly wonder if looking at it at night makes her even subconsciously think of him, and the fact that he kept calling her that nickname even after her protests. A handful of the pictures on her feed portray the moon too, and one of them is captioned with Kat Stratford’s unmistakeable monologue: but mostly i hate the way i don’t hate you; not even close; not even a little bit; not even at all.

Jeongguk was right when he predicted he would be a victim of an Instagram spiral, because for the next hour he studies her posts more attentively, the people she tagged, the people in her comments, the places she visited, the quotes in her captions. He is so consumed by curiosity, and maybe something more (awfully close to envy, anger and misery) that he doesn’t even notice the sleepiness completely dissipating from his body, his mind now running to connect every single pin on the imaginary board his own brain had offered for him to better analyse her account.

Until, after being extremely careful for the entire endless minutes spent on her profile, he accidentally clicks on her story and before he can react, he’s left to stare at the picture until the 15 seconds finish. He blinks. Keeps his eyes shut for a few seconds. Reopens them. Clicks on the story again. Only one side of her face is showing, and beside it it’s her middle finger, on top of it FUCK YOU @dahye.lee96 !!!!!

He shuts off his phone and puts it on his lap, squeezing it in his hand from time to time. He takes deep breaths every one minute. Considers deleting his account, or his whole existence. He doesn’t know what to do with himself now, his eyes closing but not with the intent to sleep. He’s trying to block his flow of thoughts, unsuccessfully.

The incident haunts him for the rest of the trip, causing him to check his phone constantly and contemplating flushing it down the train’s toilet. Only when he sets foot in Busan’s station he’s able to distract himself from it. He sports a boyish smile when he sees his parents’ car parked outside, and bashfully lets himself be coddled by his mom’s praises and his dad’s content grin before driving away. He’s almost 21, most people his age feel too grown for this type of affection, but he will never deny it. That’s enough for him to stop worrying about his earlier slip. It’s still in the back of his mind, though.

Opening the door to his childhood home, he’s greeted by a fawning Gureum, his tail wagging so hard his whole body moves with it. The white Maltese has been the family dog for almost six years now, and giving him a new life after rescuing him from a shelter had cured Jeongguk’s loneliness and heartbreak; he hopes it did the same to the dog. He blocks out all kinds of noises and questions from his mom while he spends the first ten minutes in his house entertaining Gureum’s zoomies, using a sickeningly sweet tone that is only reserved for the small pet. To the point Gureum almost looks like he’s had enough of being called a good boy, feels like he can confidently reply to who’s the best boy ever? with the correct answer. Me! He just barks.

After settling his stuff and catching up with his parents on university and life in Seoul (he doesn’t mention that Eunbi is a new entry in his friend group, yet) he spends the whole morning in between naps, sleepiness eventually catching onto him. He dozes off after lunch, his tummy full and content with his mom’s cooking, which he had dearly missed, and ends up sleeping for more than intended. Next thing he knows, it’s 5 p.m. and it takes him some time to readjust to the reality surrounding him. He drags his feet to the kitchen to retrieve a snack, only to sit again, this time on the couch, Gureum finding home on his lap. The sleepyhead is close to spacing out again while munching on some Peperos, until his dad asks for help, his voice coming from upstairs.

Jeongguk finds out his most recent obsession has been decluttering, and that’s what he was called over for. His dad had collected old stuff that belonged to Jeongguk in two boxes with the intention of getting rid of it, but he still wanted to make sure there was nothing his son still needed, or valued. The boy is glad for such consideration the moment he spots his old Samsung camcorder in between worn plushies and damaged toy cars. He can’t imagine what would have happened if he wasn’t there; he figures the camera would have probably got thrown away, with his dad’s eagerness. He gets sensitive over it, entertaining a small argument with his father about it and forgetting the task he was supposed to complete, instead returning to his room to check on the camera’s contents.

Leaving the door ajar, he can still hear his dad’s faint voice calling for him and asking for truce, and even if Jeongguk’s little fit of anger is already over, he is too enthralled by the device to acknowledge any other sound around him. It had been a while since he last picked it up, not only because ever since he started university the boy had managed to afford better equipment for his short films and casual moments of inspiration, but also because what is stored in there could potentially break the thin line of sanity he has been walking on for the past weeks.

The first videos he’s met with make him chuckle, his big 10 years old eyes reflecting in his equally wide 20 years old ones, still sharing that same love for filming and blabbering on about his passions and ideas. With time, the contents captured by the camcorder changed, from video diaries of family trips and shared meals, to dramatic storytellings starring any toy that could be put to use. He can see the exact moment he began developing a bigger interest for directing, and his various attempts at finding new original shots and angles put a sweet smile on his lips.

Until, one particular clip marked an important switch, and the introduction of who soon after became the main subject for the rest of the images filmed on the device. From the moment she met him, Eunbi had been a constant presence anytime he would hit record on the camera. Their very first encounter is documented by it, when Jeongguk had forgotten to stop the recording, too startled by the sudden changes occuring right in front of his eyes; nevertheless, it resulted in a pure, authentic fragment that he’d never been able to replicate. There is no way to, the earliest smile she directed at him was captured by those lenses, and that started everything which followed.

He can spot the point in which they eventually got tired of making up stories to play out through their toys, even with the addition of Eunbi’s impressive Barbie collection. They also tried replacing the dolls with their own selves, but changing outfits and makeup for every single clip was only fun for a short while. Four episodes later, the both of them left the telenovela they had started taping unattended, and looked for a new reality to portray, even if it was always only for their own eyes and enjoyment.

Jeongguk was searching for something more simple than cliffhangers and plots. He now remembers how even his little self would always go back to that initial scene that saw them together for the first time, Eunbi’s small voice greeting the camera with the sun beginning to set behind her. He wanted his shots to be characterised by that same unadulterated, filtered feeling.

That is most probably what led him to start a documentary about their friendship, just what he had said behind the lenses while his best friend tilted her head to the side, sporting a confused look on her features, unaware of Jeongguk zooming in and out on her face (which probably got Eunbi to yell at the top of her lungs later on), “Was I unaware of you being a National Geographic reporter?”

“Are you calling yourself a beast?” Jeongguk could be heard chuckling in the microphone at Eunbi’s incredulous reaction. That was how it would always go between them, a constant back and forth to battle on who had the last word in. The girl just scoffed, clearly scrambling to find a quick reply, but only managing to roll her eyes with crossed arms and muttering something close to says you. It seemed the older one was ahead, for now.

Jeongguk grins at everything that follows next, and he tells himself it’s because he’s amused by his younger self’s manners, but it’s not like those were the main subject of his shots. He quickly comes to terms with the fact that if he wants to keep scrolling through the videos, he’d have to be constantly faced with Eunbi; there is really no way of escaping it. Jeongguk had underestimated the amount of clips portraying her, to the point the idea of a documentary seemed more like an excuse to film his friend. Make her his first muse. It was Eunbi playing, doing her hair, secretly trying on her mom’s clothes, blowing candles on her birthday cakes, revising for tests, baking Christmas cookies, coming up with friendship jingles; and everytime, she seemed so natural, as if being in front of a camera was all she was ever created for. She insisted she always wanted to be a teacher, though. He wonders if that changed.

He doesn’t know how much time he spends crouching on his desk with the recorder in his hands, but he knows it has to be hours when he gets to a close up of Eunbi’s face, her sleepy eyes and sheepish smile immediately taking him back to the night that infested his dreams hours earlier in his bed, his assumption being confirmed when he can see the sand extending behind her figure. At that point, he figures the relatively small amount of alcohol they had drank had already dissipated from their bodies, only leaving them feeling hazy, but in a good way. The wind makes it hard to decipher their slurry dialogue, and he misses the reason why Eunbi suddenly stole the camera and pointed the lenses at him. It makes him realise how little he showed himself in front of those. His timid smile probably gives out why: contrary to his friend, he wasn’t a natural. Still isn’t. He works better behind them.

He rewinds the clip a few times, curious as to what they were talking about. He can faintly hear Eunbi mention how that scenario looked so much like the drawing Jeongguk was working on that same afternoon. He doesn’t remember what it was, wishes he still had it. Then, the girl balanced the camcorder on the half empty bottle of vodka and stood, struggling to bring the older boy up with her. Now next to each other, Eunbi looked like she was instructing Jeongguk how to pose, and he figures she was trying to recreate that same doodle. She laughed hard when the boy shoved her, visibly annoyed with being moved around, more so with the girl seemingly repeating something again and again in his face. Her voice got louder, but the recording couldn’t quite catch it. From her lip movement, it looked like she was saying Put this in your movie! Put this in your movie! Jeongguk giggles. Was he already working on something? He wishes he could return to that moment to know, and maybe stay there for some more just because.

The boy is startled by sudden soft knocks on his door, jerking his head up and placing the camera on the desk, his hands sweaty from holding it for such an endless amount of time. He hums, signalling to come in, and he smiles when it’s his dad timidly peeking out and lifting his brows expectantly. Jeongguk giggles, “Dad, I forgive you.”

The older man sighs with way too much energy, exaggerating his relief and then coming to his son’s side. He smiles, ruffling his hair, “Are you hiding a girlfriend from us? This thing keeps going off,” handing him his phone, he cackles when he sees Jeongguk’s panicked expression. He must have left it on the couch earlier. And what does his dad mean with “girlfriend”? Phone going off? Does this have to do with him viewing Eunbi’s story? Is she publicly shaming h-

“Anyways. Dinner is almost ready, Gguk.” His dad pats the still alarmed boy’s shoulder and exits the room. As soon as Jeongguk hears the door close, he dashes himself on the phone and unlocks it. It keeps pinging with texts from his friends’ group chat, but there’s no new notification from Instagram. He releases a breath he didn’t know he was holding, but his relief is short lived when he comes up with another thought: was he that irrelevant to Eunbi? She didn’t even think of requesting his account? He frowns.

His initial idea was to quickly scroll over the messages as to join his family downstairs, positive it was probably just going to be either Seokjin sharing awful unfunny memes or Hoseok updating the group on the next possible catastrophe looming over human beings. He furrows his brows when, instead, he’s met with the whole group chat coming at Jimin, for no apparent reason, after his own name was mentioned.

Jiminssi, 7:48 p.m.

heeeyyy so…. ggukkie’s bday is very soon guys

Dahye, 7:50 p.m.

jimin.

Yoongi hyung, 7:50 p.m.

Park Jimin.

It’s in two weeks

Jiminssi, 7:51 p.m.

what

im just saying

its gonna be exciting!

Dahye, 7:51 p.m.

shut your mouth rn.

Joon hyung, 7:52 p.m.

Bro I thought I could trust u w this

Jeongguk is even more confused when, as he goes on reading, his friends keep brutally bullying Jimin, going as far as threatening to ban him from the next club nights out that he himself had planned. He chuckles at his friend’s misery, but soon remembers he is somewhat involved in it. He pouts, angrily typing.

Jeongguk, 7:58 p.m.

What is this about

Hobi hyung, 7:59 p.m.

baby it’s nothing

Jeongguk, 7:59 p.m.

???

Its not nothing

I wanna know

Like the baby he truly is, he keeps spamming the chat with messages to make himself noticed, until he sees Jimin’s texting bubble going on and off.

Jeongguk, 8:01 p.m.

My dear jimin what is it

I know you wanna tell me 🌀🌀🌀

Jiminssi, 8:02 p.m.

WE R GOING CAMPING FOR UR BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

The next thing displayed on his phone is an incoming group videocall from Namjoon, but Jeongguk remains still staring at himself on the screen for more seconds than necessary, registering the sequence of events that had just occurred. Camping? His birthday?

He slides to answer the call, and he giggles at the imminent chaos he’s welcomed with, all his friends throwing shade at Jimin while he just laughs along with his roommate. As all the members keep joining, he still doesn’t notice a certain someone missing.

”Was this supposed to be a surprise?” Jeongguk finds it hard to stop his laughter, both because of Jimin’s incapability at keeping secrets, but also — and mainly — because of the excitement he feels at the news just revealed to him.

”Well, duh. Jimin just had to ruin it,” It’s Dahye who replies, and Jeongguk can see the indignation on her features even in the little pixelated box she’s now displayed in. She then proceeds to entertain an argument about it with the boy she mentioned, and as everyone just listens and tries to excuse Jimin’s reasoning, Jeongguk searches for Taehyung on the screen. When he finds his eyes, he’s already wiggling his brows and the younger boy silently chuckles, mirroring his actions. It’s been a couple months since the two of them started suspecting something going on between Jimin and Dahye, even with the former always denying it. What is undeniable is the tension between them, though. It is showing right at that moment.

Jeongguk decided to intervene, having to raise the volume of his voice to be heard over the soon to be (in his and Taehyung’s opinion) lovebirds, “Guys, guys. I’m not mad. This is amazing. Thank you, really. Are we the only ones going?”

He questions just because in the last period they were often times joined by Seokjin’s girlfriend, as well as a couple of Dahye’s friends, and he genuinely enjoys their company, would be totally okay with them being present to celebrate his birthday. Seokjin himself speaks, “Sora is coming, and I think Iseul and Aera are also gonna be there. Oh, and of course-“

”Guys!” His phone tings, signalling a new person joining the videocall. It’s Eunbi. Oh. He almost didn’t consider the fact that she is most probably going to be invited too. Well, obviously. From what her camera is showing it looks like she’s outside, more specifically waiting at a bus stop, headphones on, “Sorry, I just saw the texts. Jimin, why the fuck would you do that?”

As the topic of the conversation moves once again on Jimin being awful at secrets, Jeongguk dissociates for a minute, no longer giggling along. He realises this would be the first birthday of his he shares with her by his side after years. He’s not sure how he feels about it. Can only sense a nervous sensation travelling his body, and making him feel uneasy. His furrowed brows and sudden silence don’t go unnoticed by Jimin, while on the other side Jeongguk surely doesn’t seem aware of his internal battle showing on the outside. He can’t let one person ruin his own birthday. He just has to ignore her. How hard can that be?

When he returns to the reality surrounding him again, he absent-mindedly listens to the others talk and can only distractedly pick up that the attention has been shifted to a complely different matter, Eunbi seemingly finding it funny assuming from her loud pearly smile. He frowns, his confidence wavering. It doesn’t look like it’s going to be easy to ignore her. Still, not wanting to dwell too much on it at that moment, leaving it for his future self to worry about, he leaves the call not before thanking his friends again. He misses Eunbi’s fond smile as the others shower their baby with praises, dismissing his gratitude with this is the least we could do for you, Ggukkie boy.

When he joins his mom and dad downstairs, it’s oddly quiet as they eat. Gureum places himself under the table and sighs, laying his head on Jeongguk’s feet. The boy can perceive the eerie atmosphere, so he asks about Gureum’s health and shows genuine interest when his dad updates him on the dog’s improvements. His mom, however, defines herself as an expert when it comes to her only son. She can spot even the tiniest change in his demeanour. Still, she knows to be delicate when asking about it, “Is everything okay, honey?”

Jeongguk stills with the fork in his mouth, looks at his mom with wide telling eyes, then nods. He hesitates, gulping down the previous bite, “Uh, my friends and I are going camping for my birthday.”

His mother smiles a big one, “That’s nice!” She seems aware something is being left out, so she inquires further, “But…?”

The questioned boy plays with his food while still munching on a big bite of it, “I guess I kinda forgot to mention it,” he starts, trying to mask his embarrassment by talking with his mouth still full. When his mom glares at him, he forces it down, “But, huh… Eunbi is in Seoul. And she’s Dahye’s roommate, so she’s coming too.”

It’s his mom’s turn to be silent. She looks like she’s taken aback, her mind working slower than usual to register a name she hasn’t heard in a long while, “Eunbi as in Song Eunbi? Our neighbour?”

Jeongguk unconsciously furrows his brows. The girl hasn’t been their neighbour for years, and never will be again. He doesn’t know why such a simple definition of her makes him feel edgy, “Yeah, our old neighbour.”

”Right… Well, that’s good, no?” Mrs. Jeon tries to lift up the atmosphere, even while knowing the mentioned girl could still be a touchy subject for the boy. When everything happened, a piece of him had been taken away with Eunbi’s sudden departure. There was seemingly no way to mend his heart, and as time went by Jeongguk closed up more and more every time his old friend was brought up, to the point she was never mentioned again, as if she had never existed. That illusion seemed to help the boy move on. His mom is not sure how her son feels about it now, but she unknowingly figures the scar has to have healed after all those years, and maybe seeing Eunbi again even brought her son to the closure he needed. When Jeongguk just nods, she hopes that is the case. His mom smiles, ”Invite her over sometimes?”

“… Yeah, mom. Huh, I will.”

[whats-it-mean]

What having your very own Knight is for ☆

KNIGHTS x Reader (separate) saving you from a creep

A/N - celebrities and idols get harassed fairly often (sadly) so i felt like this made sense ^^ also im not very good at writing arashi or leo VERY SORRY il try to improve as i write more for Knights. Most of these can be read as platonic but Izumi and Ritsu’s parts are slightly more romantically-coded because… im down bad

TW - People who wont take no for an answer >:(

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Intro

You clenched your fist as you desperately tried to pull it away from the grasp of the person in front of you, who had grabbed you by the wrist to stop you from getting away.

“Let go of me-”

The person in front of you only scoffed, tightening their grip on your wrist before grinning down at you. You could feel your fight or flight response kicking in, and you mentally flipped through your options in that moment, before you snapped your head up at the sound of footsteps drawing near.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Leo Tsukinaga

You could barely process everything with how fast it happened, but suddenly you felt your wrist being released, and the next thing you could see was the well known King Leo, standing in front of you with an arm outstretched, his eyes narrowed in an uncharacteristically serious expression.

There was a moment of silence, Leo staring directly at the individual across from him, before breaking into a pout and placing his hands on his hips.

“That’s not very nice, ya know.” He huffed, taking a moment to glance over his shoulder towards you. “You okay?” You nodded, to which he properly turned around to face you, now completely ignoring your aggressor. “How could he!? Are you hurt? Here, we should go back to the Knights’ practice room…” He turned back around to face the other individual, who was watching, dumbfounded. “I’m not done with you, either! Hmmph. rude. What makes you think they’d even wanna hang around with a loser like you?”

You blinked at the boy’s antics, simply watching in awe as he continued to fire off insults and them, grinning slightly any time that they showed a reaction. After a moment, you heard a scoff and they simply turned and walked away, clearly upset.

Leo turned back to you. “Well! Now that that’s taken care of… Let’s go do something fun, ‘kay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Arashi Narukami

It was as if the breath left your body as Arashi resorted to grabbing you carefully by the hand and glaring directly into the eyes of them, showcasing a surprising amount of strength as she pulled their hand away from your wrist without a word. She paused for a moment, giving them the dirties glare you had ever seen her give, so much so that you got shivers.

The moment she could, she turned on her heel and ushered you away in a rush, making sure to keep her touch on your hand gentle, her expression slightly anxious. The moment you two rounded the corner and she felt you were far enough away, she placed her hands on your shoulders.

“Are you alright? Did they hurt you?” She asked, voice pitched slightly higher than usual.

“I- Im fine.”

Arashi looked you up and down as if inspecting for ay sort of damage, glancing once around the corner once to make sure your aggressor was gone before leaning forward and bringing you into her arms, holding you as close to her as possible as if it would bring her some solace.

“I was so worried for you. Next time that happens, call me, okay?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Izumi Sena

“I said let go of---”

You were cut of by the undeniable feeling of Izumi’s arm wrapping around your shoulder, as without even sparing a glance behind you, you knew he wasn’t happy. At the sight of him, the person in front of you released your wrist instantaneously, and Izumi slowly stepped back, bringing you with him.

All the silver-haired boy did was sigh, holding you ever so slightly closer before finally averting his glare, which had been trained on your aggressor the whole time.

“You really shouldn’t touch what is’t yours.” He muttered, taking one moment to glance over the other’s figure- most likely to memorize their face in hopes of talking to them later, in private- before starting to walk away, arm still around your shoulder to assure you stayed by his side.

“You had me worried there, you know.” He huffed, glancng around like he was on edge. “It’s a good thing I’m here to keep you safe.”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Ritsu Sakuma

All you could see when you looked up from the ground was the familiar white of Ritsu’s favorite sweater as he stood in front of you, reaching out a hand and giving a lazy shove to the person in front of him. Despite his usual tired way of going about things, you could sense how tensed up he was.

“Oi. Leave them alone.”

An immediate sense of safety washed over you, as you took a step forward to peek over his shoulder as he stared down at your now very nervous aggressor. He glanced in your direction for a moment, assuring himself that you were alright, before turning back.

“You know-” He let out a quick yawn. “Me and my brother are vampires. I wouldn’t suggest messing with people dearest to us” He narrowed his eyes at them for a moment, watching until they left in a hurry. Ritsu turned to you, almost immediately leaning onto you and closing his eyes once they were gone. “You okay?”

“Yeah- Thanks, Ritsu.”

“Any time. I can’t have you getting hurt, now can I?”

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── Tsukasa Suou

You could tell when he stepped protectively in front of you that Tsukasa was nervous, but he stood his ground nonetheless, keeping up his chivalrous nature. He kept his chin tilted upwards, attempting with as much confidence as he could muster to look like he wasn’t anxious.

“You need permission to touch someone.” He said, voice sharp as he stood there, staring down at your aggressor. 

They opened their mouth to say something, most likely some sort of shitty comeback, but you didn’t really hear as your mind was still struggling to catch up to you- all you could really focus on was how thankful you were that Tsukasa had arrived to save you. And the fact that he was trying so hard to appear strong for you- it was adorable.

You could sense Tsukasa falter at their comment, but he maintained his disposition. He muttered some sort of threat regarding ‘The student council president’, and they finally gave up and left. The moment they were out of earshot, Tsukasa let out a sigh of relief and turned to you, fawning over you in a rather panicked manner until you assured him you were fine and they hadn’t done anything.

“God… I’m so glad you’re safe. I’m not sure if I’d forgive myself otherwise.”

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     Not everything worked out. That’s what Y/n kept telling herself. 

     She and Seungmin broke up six months ago. Life just wasn't kind to either of them during their time together. Work was a mess for her and him being an idol and touring, nothing was working out. But it was a hard six months. 

     Especially without talking until he reached out one day and asked if she wanted to talk. She thought everything was fine till she saw him. Shoved in a hoodie and a face mask to hide himself. Y/n giggled a bit at his appearance before walking to the booth he had taken in the corner of the coffee shop. Two drinks on the table. 

     “Hey,” Y/n said as he looked up from his phone.

     “Hey. Ordered you fav,” He said as she took a seat across from him

     “You still remember it?” Y/n half joked

     “Why wouldn’t I?” 

     That made her heart flutter. Six months of no contact and he still remembered things about her. 

     “How’s work?” Y/n asked him

     “Still busy. Getting ready for comeback,” Seungmin sighed, “How’s your work.”

     “Calmed down. Things are a bit easier and I got that promotion.”

     “I’m proud of you. You deserve it.”

     “Thanks. How have you been?”

     “Okay, I guess? I’ve had better days,” Seungmin pulled his mask down to sip his Americano

     “Have you moved on?” The words came out before she could stop them. Both of them just looked at each other for a moment. 

     “Do I look like I moved on?” He asked 

     “I haven’t either…”

     That hung in the air. Neither said anything as they finished their drinks. Only the occasional question about something random. Eventually, they got up to leave and Seungmin offered to walk her home.

     Wanting to spend as much time as he could with her. Selfishly so. Comeback right around the corner, it was busy, before and after. He wanted to try again, that’s why he reached out. He missed her. 

     They weren't perfect, no relationship was. But he knew when they first got together that he wanted her by his side, no matter what. Six months felt like years and he tried his best not to let it show how much the breakup was affecting him. He knew the guys knew it hurt him, but he didn't let anything get in the way of work. 

     He finally broke down and ended up ranting to the rest of his bandmates who were more than supportive of him reaching out and trying to see where she stood and if rekindling the relationship was possible. So he silently walked with her back to her apartment, trying to think of something— anything— to say. Feeling bad when they got to her door and he hadn’t said anything. He was the one who asked to talk to her and their conversation ended when they both established that they hadn’t moved on from each other. Six months later.

     “Do you wanna come in, Min?” Y/n offered

     “Yeah,” Seungmin smiled at her before they both went inside.

     He had been to her apartment so many times before but it felt so weird standing in her entryway. He slipped off the face mask and his hood, shaking his hair out and letting it fall back into place perfectly. Y/n looked at him the whole time. He still made her weak to her knees.

     They made it over to her couch and just sat there. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable but not comfortable fully. Y/n picked at one of her throw pillows, both trying to find something to say.

     “I’m sorry,” Seungmin finally said

     “It’s okay Min. We weren’t in a good place when we were together.” Y/n answered

     “I know, but… I don’t know.”

     “Why did you want to talk today?”

     Seungmin tilted his head back and looked at the ceiling before looking over at her. “I missed you. A lot. I could barely focus at work, wondering if you ate the day, got enough sleep, and if that co-worker you hated was still bothering you. The last six months felt like absolute hell without talking to you. I’m pretty sure there were a couple of times I woke up thinking you were next to me and when I realized you weren’t, I just kind of broke down…”

     Y/n felt her tears pricking her lash line. Sniffling a bit, “She is still bothering me,” Y/n laughed, “I missed you too, Min. The first week was hard for me. It was better for a bit but then I was still getting all the fan edits on social media and there wasn't any way I could let you go.”

     “I know we are having a moment and you're about to cry but you look really pretty and I wanna kiss you.” Leave it to Kim Seungmin to say randomly that made her heart flutter

     “I’ll let you do anything if you touch me right now,” Y/n blurted out

     “Anything?” Seungmin asked 

     Y/n nodded her head and Seungmin crashed his lips onto hers. She didn't even register him moving as he was slowly pushing her back on the couch. Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck as her lips moved in sync with his. Both were desperate to feel the other's lips after months of being apart. The kiss getting more and more desperate and heated. 

     “Min,” Y/n mumbled against his lips before he shoved her tongue down her throat. 

     Y/n moaned into his mouth as she tugged his hair. He didn't dare move away from her till he ran out of breath. Looking down at her, lips all puffy from kissing. “Tell me to stop, Y/n,” His lips attached to her neck, “Need you so fucking badly, in every sense of the word.”

     “I won’t,” Y/n told him as she pulled him up to look at her, “I need you too.”

     “Fuck,” Seungmin groaned, slamming his lips onto hers again. 

     Both moaning into the kiss and Seungmin grinding his hips into hers. Y/n could feel his erection through his jeans, pressing into her. “Fuck me Min. Please,” Y/n said between kisses

     “Take me back. Let me be a better boyfriend this time,” Seungmin said, pulling away from her lips, “Let me fuck my girlfriend and not my ex.”

     “Yes, the answer is always yes, Min.” Something about the way he said it had her pussy fluttering.

     Seungmin smiled and kissed her again. Hands grabbing her hips to hold her still as he grinded into her more. Y/n easily managed to coax him off the couch and drag him to her room. Seungmin stripped himself of his hoodie before pinning her down onto the bed. 

     Hands working in a frenzy to throw off all their clothing. Letting it land in random places in her room till they were fully exposed to each other. Their hands didn't stop once the clothing was off. Needing to feel each other in every way possible. 

     Y/n trailed one of her hands down his stomach and wrapped her fingers around his hard cock. Seungmin moaned into her neck where his lips were currently marking her skin. Y/n worked her hand up and down on him as his fingers made their way between her legs. Slowly rubbing circles into her clit. 

     Slowly his fingers moved down to her entrance and collected her slick before pushing inside. Slowly working her open for him as he pulled his lips away from her neck to look down between them. Y/n threaded her free hand into his hair. 

     His thumb rubbed across her clit as he kissed up her neck and landed on her lips again. Y/n moaned into his mouth as he pushed deeper into her. Both somehow falling into the same pace and stimulating the other.

     “Need to be in you,” Seungmin groaned as he pulled his fingers out of her and moves her hand away from his cock so he didn't blow. 

     “Min,” Y/n whined at the loss of stimulation as he grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer.

     “I’ve got months of making up to do bubs,” Seungmin tore open the wrapper and rolled the rubber on “I’ll make you come all night if that's what you want.”

     Seungmin spread her legs open and lined himself up at her entrance. He leaned over her as he slowly slid into her. Y/n grabbed on his arms as her walls parted making way for him. He took his time to sink into her, letting her warmth wrap around him till he was fully inside her. 

     Seungmin leaned down and kissed her again. Moving down to support himself on his forearms as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. Pulling him as close as possible, needing to be enveloped by him entirely. 

     Slowly he pulled back and pushed back in. Building up his pace as their lips moved together. The idol pushed his tongue into her mouth as his pace sped up. His hips slamming into hers as she moaned into his mouth. She was positive her eyes would’ve rolled into the back of her head if her eyes weren’t closed. 

     Sex was rare for them the first time they were together. Schedules made it difficult to even see each other but when they were together, Y/n was never unsatisfied. How could she be when the man above her always paid attention to her pleasure.

     Eventually pulling away from the kiss the catch their breath— seemingly more difficult for Y/n as Seungmin just knocked the air from her lungs with his dick. Her fingers gripping at his back. Seungmin moved up onto his hands, using the leverage to move quicker.

     “Min, more.” Y/n moaned

     “Whatever you want bubs.” Seungmin smiled as he moved one of his hands from the mattress and rubbed her clit again.

     Y/n arched towards him as her walls clenched around him. His grunts hit her ears like a masterpiece. Nights she had spent thinking of him when she couldn’t sleep couldn’t compare to the real Seungmin. The image in front of Seungmin couldn’t compare his own lonely nights. How did they ever think letting each other go was the best and only option they had months ago?

     “Fuck. Never gonna leave you again,” Seungmin groaned as he pressed harder into her clit

     “‘M close min,” Y/n moaned

     “Already? Gonna give me more later?”

     Y/n simply gave him another moan as a response as her hips jerked against him. Six months without being intimate took a toll on both of them; neither of them really knew. 

     Both their highs buildings and washing over them before they knew it. Y/n’s tumbled down first as she rocked against him. Seungmin let himself explode in the condom as she was coming down. Stilling inside and leaning over, thin layer of sweat on them.

     Seungmin slowly pulled out and took off the rubber, tying it and tossing it in the garbage as he went into her bathroom to grab a towel. Coming back and cleaning her up, being as gentle as possible before throwing the towel in her clothes hamper and cuddled up with her under her covers.

     “I love you. I hope you know that,” Seungmin told her

     “I love you too Min.” Y/n smiled

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how everyone reacted to you and neteyams death. (requested.)

includes: jake feeling shitty about himself. sullyfamilyxgn!reader. angst. if you haven’t read the main story, read it before reading this here

jake:

probably felt the worst. you always voiced how he was too hard on the both of you, you really only having the courage to stand up to your father. he didn’t really have time to grieve the loss of his two children but when he did , it hit him hard. jake isn’t one to cry, but realizing you two were gone forever tore that wall down he tried so desperately to keep up.

neytiri:

i feel so bad for her. her grief turned into anger. she wished it was her instead of the two of you. she carried your body while jake carried neteyams body to the bottom of the ocean. she was mainly upset and confused. why did both of you have to die? neytiri knew she wasn’t going to get that answer till the day she was reunited with her children. she just misses the lights of her life. her first steps into motherhood

lo’ak:

oh god. lo’ak was a mess when you and neteyam passed. frantically asking everyone if they knew why this happened, nobody could give an answer, they just didn’t know. baby beats himself up over it pretty badly and blames himself like it was all his fault :( you were his rock and neteyam was his idol. now it’s all up to him to carry your legacies until he takes his last breath, finally getting to see his siblings. probably doesn’t wanna go to the tree of souls, he’s only 14 it’s a lot of emotions to handle.

kiri:

shuts down immediately. probably stops going into the water since it’s possibly a trigger for her. definitely keeps your guys’ things in her hammock and sleeps with them since they still smell like you both. probably gives lo’ak a few items to give him peace at night. she probably has nightmares as well :( constantly huddled under neytiri telling her she misses you guys.

tuk:

it breaks my heart to write this ngl. poor tuk cries nonstop. it’s hard to get her to stop but when she does she kind of forgets. toddles her way over to your hammocks to ask to play and jake has to quietly remind her that you both aren’t coming home. cue waterworks. probably sits in neteyams spot for dinner and yours for breakfast. poor baby didn’t wanna move from your bodies , convincing herself you both were just sleeping :(

bonus!

neteyam:

it took him about a few days to process you both had died. he didn’t wanna freak you out or anything so he didn’t mention it to you, he wanted you to come to terms with it on your own. he felt like it was all his fault , you were robbed of life because of him. neteyam felt so guilty . like the guilt was eating him alive almost. constantly apologizing. he wanted to make the best out of it so he would constantly take you to meet passed family members he’d already met and take you to do your favorite things you did while you were alive.

a.n// NOW YALL DEF HATE ME FOR THIS. i hoped anonie who requested this likes it mwah mwah

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late night chats

pairing: non-idol!bang chan x fem!reader

genre: fluff. silly lil fluff.

warnings: food. its just a silly lil fic abt making plans w chris. mentions of past panic attacks and a not great ex-best friend.

word count: ~1.2k

daisy's notes: oh to go see the tigers with someone i love......

Chris turned over to wish you a happy birthday right at midnight, for once in bed… Only to find that you weren’t there.

He pushed the blankets off, stretching as he sat up before slipping into his house slippers. For once, he was half-asleep (the things he did for you), and pushed himself up. With a slight sway, he rubbed at his eyes before groping around for where he’d thrown his hoodie… Only to find that it was missing, too. No doubt your doing. Not that it bothered him: you liked stealing his hoodies. You told him once that you liked the smell of his cologne, and hugging or draping his hoodies around your shoulders often made you feel closer to him. Sure, sometimes you’d wear his larger ones, but you liked draping them over your shoulders the same way he would sometimes while you were working. 

Easily enough, he found you in the kitchen, standing over a pot of ramen, a pan sitting next to it with nothing in it at the moment. You had tied the sleeves of his hoodie so that it hung around your shoulders, some video essay playing off of your phone. The carton of eggs sat next to you, and you reached over to pop it open.

“Birthday ramen?” He said, trying to make a joke out of it. Except you jerked back, a sharp gasp escaping you as you turned to face Chris.

Instantly, you were relieved, even though you likely knew how silly it was to be startled by him. “You can go back to sleep, Chris,” you said after a moment, turning back to your ramen. “I’m just hungry.”

“Nah.” He made his way over, leaning against the counter. “I’m not tired.” He paused, glancing down at your ramen. “... Do you wanna share?”

With a sigh of relief, you bumped your shoulder against his. “I don’t think I could finish this alone. You want an egg?”

Chris then watched as you cracked a few eggs into the pan—one for him, one for yourself—before changing the topic. “So… Any plans for the day?”

You shrugged. “I dunno. Bare minimum was taking the day off, and since I did get it…” You chewed at the inside of your cheek for a moment. “Didn’t think ahead past a vague ‘enjoy freedom.’”

He nodded along, arms folded across his chest. “We could… go to the aquarium.” 

“We went a few weeks ago,” you said. “With Felix and Jeongin.”

Ah. Right. It’d been your idea to invite the two. Chris hummed to himself. “Amusement park?”

“Ehhh.” 

“Oh.” He looked at you again, “Right, you don’t like roller coasters.”

“It’s not that I don’t like them—”

He shook his head. “No, I remember the story you told me. High school best friend forced you onto a ride you didn’t want to go on, and you had a panic attack afterward.” Chris frowned at the thought. You’d laughed off the story when you first told it to him, but it was half-hearted. He’d held your hand and promised he’d never push you into anything you were completely sure you didn’t want to do (and he’d keep holding your hand if you decided you wanted to try something). “Still can’t believe she fucking laughed at you.”

You shrugged it off, not meeting his gaze as you pressed your lips together for a minute. A few seconds later, you forced a smile. “Eh. It is what it is.” 

Except you deserved better than that, he wanted to say. Sometimes Chris imagined how different certain situations in your life could have gone if he had been there to hold your hand and speak up where you were too afraid to. He would have told her that it wasn’t funny. He would have split a funnel cake with you and called you cute. Maybe next time some of his friends wanted to go, he’d get you to go with him and he’d split one with you there and keep you company when they wanted to go on rides you didn’t like. 

Something stuck out in his mind, though. “... Zoo?”

Immediately, your head jerked up. “Hm?” But he could see the look in your eyes, a new idea planted right then and there in your brain. 

He giggled. “You’re like Berry when I ask her if she wants to go for a walk.”

With a snort, you rolled your eyes and turned back to the ramen. “Still…”

“If you wanna go to the zoo, we can go to the zoo.” He smiled to himself, already planning out the trail the two of you could take. He knew one of them was called the tiger trail, and, well… If the tiger plushies that littered your bedroom weren’t proof enough of your love of the big cat, everything he knew about you did. He shimmied his shoulders playfully as he moved his way over to you, “We could see the tiiigers—”

In the tiniest voice, you spoke up shyly, “... Could we?”

He just pulled you into his arms with a laugh. “If that’s what you wanna do! It’s your birthday,” he kissed the side of your neck before nuzzling his nose against it. “If you wanna see the tigers, we’ll go see the tigers.” Chris could feel the way your skin warmed up, and he just giggled again at how flustered you’d become. “Baby?” He turned you around to face him, caging you in between himself and the oven. “Say it.”

You buried your face into your hands. “You’re embarrassing.”

“I’m not gonna make fun of you,” he said, poking your sides just to see you jolt. “I just wanna hear you say it.”

Even after dating him for this long, you were still so shy sometimes. “Chris?” You peeked at him from between your fingers. “I wanna go see the tigers.”

He pulled your hands away from your face all too easily, peppering your face with kisses. “Then we’ll go see the tigers!” He held your face in his hands. “You’re so cute.”

You averted your gaze, and then finally spoke up after a few seconds, “takes one to know one.”

Fine. He’d let you get that one for today. Other days, he’d deny it and try to paint you as the cutest one in this relationship (truly, there was no competition in his eyes), but for today? He’d let you win. He just kissed you, warm and sweet, before drawing back. “Happy birthday,” he said. And then he pinched your cheeks one last time. “Gonna go see the tigers with my baby…”

You finally let out a groan, yet it was clear how much you still loved him. He might be a dorky mess of a partner, but he was yours. “We can go see your family, too, y’know,” you turned back to the stovetop to make sure nothing had stuck over overcooked. “There’s kangaroos.”

He just laughed, wrapping his arms around you. “Whatever you wanna do,” he said. “I’ll be right there with you.”

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[baileypie-writes]

hii so can you do a velvet x fem!reader where reader is #2 artist on the charts and velvet expects her to be super competitive but really, reader just admires and idolizes velvet and they get together over time. pretty please and thank you :) <3

A/N ~ Sure! Hope you enjoy!

~In Love with my Idol~

Velvet x Fem!Pop Star!Reader

Part 2 here!

Fandom: Trolls 3: Band Together

Relationship: Friends to romantic

Synopsis: Velvet was expecting to meet her rival, but as it turns out, you idolize her.

Warnings: None!

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“So, I finally get to see you in person, huh? You look pretty much the same in your pictures.” Velvet thought as she spotted you from across the clothing store.

You were the second most popular pop star. Your songs were always right under her’s on the charts. Velvet thought you were a pretty good singer, but obviously not as good as herself. Who knew she would see you in such a random place?

“Shoot, she saw me. Is she gonna come over here? Oh god, she is.” Velvet silently panicked a bit. She prepared herself for a less-than-friendly conversation with you. After all, anyone would be rude talking to the person who always beats them.

“Oh my gosh, hey Velvet! It’s me, (name)! Wow, I can’t believe I get to finally meet you! And here, of all places.” You laughed. Velvet was thrown slightly aback by your enthusiastic greeting.

“Oh, uh, hi.” She greeted back, trying to seem cool. Your eyes sparkled in admiration.

“I um… I just wanted to say that you’re such a big inspiration to me!”

What? “A big inspiration”? Where was the passive aggressive comment?

“Oh, really?” Velvet’s ice cold exterior was slowly melting away at your warm aura.

“Yeah! You’re the main reason I got into making music in the first place.” Your face turned a bit red, and your expression became more shy. “Ok, this is kind of embarrassing to ask, but can I get your autograph?”

That was the last thing Velvet expected to come out of your mouth. But nonetheless, she happily obliged.

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It’s been a few months since your meeting, and your relationship has only gone uphill. The two of you had become very close friends.

Velvet was still a bit shocked at your lack of competitiveness. Whenever her song was, once again, number one on the charts, you’d be the first to congratulate her. And there wasn’t a hint of bitterness. You even occasionally asked her for some advice, and Velvet loves being your mentor.

Velvet often found herself thinking about you at the most random times. And whenever you two locked eyes during concerts, whether it’s hers or yours, she found that she didn’t want to look away.

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You two were hanging out in the lounge backstage, just about ten minutes before you had to go on. You were visibly nervous. Your hands were shaking as you tried to apply the last of your makeup.

Tired of watching you struggle, Velvet took the mascara from your hands, and applied it for you.

“I’m surprised you still get nervous before concerts.” She teased.

“Oh, it’s not the concert I’m nervous about.” You said.

Velvet raised an eyebrow, and put the mascara down on the vanity. “Then what is it?”

You prepared yourself, taking a deep breath. “Okay.” You whispered to yourself, before speaking directly to her. “Velvet, I think you’re awesome. You’ve been, like, my idol for a long time, and thanks to your advice and support, I believe I’ve truly improved. You mean a lot to me so…” You look another deep breath. “Do you wanna go out with me?”

You avoided eye contact with Velvet, preparing yourself for a possible rejection. But instead, you got a lighthearted chuckle.

“Looks like you finally beat me at something.”

Your heart rejoiced, beating twice as fast as before. You took a step closer to hug her, but your action was interrupted by the door opening.

It was your manager. “(name)! You’re on in two minutes!”

“Oh, ok.” You turned towards Velvet, giving an apologetic smile.

“It’s fine, we can talk later. Go on.” She lightly patted your shoulder.

You nodded, and waved goodbye before exiting the room.

You’d never thought you’d say this, but you couldn’t wait for your concert to be over!

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~~baileypie-writes

[angelbaby-fics]

i just saw requests are open so sorry if it’s too late to ask!!!

could i request something along the lines of Daddy!Stucky with a little who loves coloring/drawing/crafts and Steve usually does them with the reader cause he’s artsy but he’s not home so she asks Bucky to do it with her, but he’s not artsy so he’s hesitant but he obviously still does it cause that’s his baby. And it turns out he’s really good at it and has tons of fun

(sorry i just kinda word dumped i hope that made sense)

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Masterpiece

Word Count: 1k

A/N: Okay, first of all can we just appreciate this gif??? he looks so pretty & squishy & i just wanna kiss him all over hehehe 💕 anyways i really really love this idea!!! and i had a lot of fun writing it! :D so i hope you have a good time reading it 💕

When it came to artistry, your daddy was your idol. Steve had been drawing since he was very young, very long ago, and so he was rather good at it. You loved to color alongside him, each drawing the same subject and comparing your masterpieces when you were finished. You were so mesmerized by the way he intuitively connected one line with another, visualizing the whole picture in his head as he brought it to life on the paper. Steve always told you that yours was better, and even though you knew he had to say that because he was your daddy, the compliment still made you beam. 

You’d recently gotten a brand new sketchbook, and you were hopping with excitement to fill it up with art. When you woke up that morning, the first thing you did as you tumbled out of bed was grab your bucket of markers in one hand, sketchbook in the other as you sprinted out to the living room. You scanned the room for Steve, drinking his morning coffee on the couch like he usually was. But he wasn’t there today. Instead, Bucky was on the couch, and he looked up from his book as you burst into the room.

“Good morning, pumpkin,” he said with a loving smile. “Where dada?” You asked, your artistic tunnel vision making you ignore your Baba completely. “Well hello to you too,” Bucky said with a cheeky grin. “Daddy’s gotta work today, so you’re stuck with me, muffin!”

“Oh, okay.” You said, putting down your art supplies and joining Bucky on the couch. You tried to hide your disappointment - you loved spending time with Bucky after all - but you’d been so looking forward to drawing with Steve that day. “What’s wrong, doll, don’t you like me?” Bucky joked.

“Of course! But… wanted to draw.” You replied, whispering the last part. It was no secret that Steve was the one you always drew with, and Bucky played the role of a high end art dealer or a museum curator when you were ready to display your work. You’d never drawn with him, and you weren’t opposed to it, but it just wasn’t something you were used to. “Well I could try to draw with you if you’ll let me, sugar.” Bucky suggested, hoping to still salvage your perfect day. 

“Really?” You asked.

“Sure! In fact, why don’t you teach me how, since you’re the one who’s good at all this art stuff.”

That about changed everything. You were more than eager to teach your Baba a new skill, feeling quite proud of yourself being the highest authority on art in the family now that Steve was away. You tore a page out of your sketchbook and placed it on the coffee table in front of Bucky. Then, grinning mischievously, you dumped your bucket of markers out onto the table. Bucky’s eyes widened at the mess, knowing it would more than likely be him cleaning it up when you were finished, but this was simply part of your artistic process.

“It's good to have all the colors in front of you so you know which one to use next!” You explained.

Bucky didn’t see why you couldn’t have all the markers in front of you in the bucket, but he decided it was best not to argue with an expert. You picked up your first color, dark green, and motioned for your Baba to do the same. You’d easily decided on a simple topic for his first picture, something simple. A scene in the park. It had all the components of a classic coloring picture: trees, grass, birds, butterflies, and anything else your heart desired. 

Once you explained the concept to Bucky, the two of you got to work. Your face down, you were laser focussed on your own artwork. You never once popped your little head up to check on Bucky’s progress. The same couldn’t be said for him, however. Your Baba glanced over every few minutes, smiling to himself at your concentrated face, tongue poking slightly out of your lips as you determinedly colored in each blade of grass and tree leaf. If only he could get you to focus this hard on cleaning your room. Only when you’d finally completed your work did you break your concentration, setting down your final marker with a flourish as you looked up expectantly at Bucky, waiting for the praises to start.

But something caught your eye.

Bucky’s sheet of paper, sitting just in front of him on the table, was an explosion of colors. Abstract shapes swirled into the familiar forms of trees and flowers, but only when you squinted. The sky was purple, the grass was red, the trees burst with fiery orange leaves. Your brow furrowed; this art was gorgeous, but it made no sense. 

“You drawed that?” You whispered in awe.

“Yeah, you like it, babydoll?” Bucky asked proudly.

“It's so pretty and crazy!” You said, looking up at him with wide eyes.

Bucky chuckled. “Is that a good thing?”

You nodded eagerly, not wanting him to think you were insulting his talent. 

“How did you even think of that, Baba?” You asked, shocked at his unconventional approach. It had never occurred to you to portray things in a way other than what you considered normal. Bucky had opened a whole new world for you. 

“I don’t really know, it just came to me.” He replied modestly. “Do you wanna try?”

Bucky offered up a clean sheet of paper to you.

When Steve came home a few hours later, he wasn’t greeted at the door as usual with a kiss from Bucky and you jumping into his arms. Normally your absence would make his heart race, but it only took him a minute to turn the corner and see the two of you, his husband and his precious baby, working hard together over a piece of paper. A rainbow rendition of Steve’s famous shield, the star in the center made up of tiny swirls and dots. He already knew he’d treasure this masterpiece forever.

[theslut4smut]

𝗳𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀 | 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝘆: fluff & eventual smut

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: y/n just moved into her new apartment and befriends her neighbor

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 8.3k

𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝘀: strangers to lovers & non idol au

christopher is kind of sad guy, y/n is an imbecile who can’t do the simplest things… but at least she tries! semi-slow burn, flirting, eventual smut, oral (f receiving) , unprotected sex, loving, small felix appearance!! so much 🧀 at the end

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: i came up with this scenario when i was like… sixteen? maybe? and have just been using it with whoever my crush is at the time for years, so you know i just had to do it with one of my favorite guys! it’s so silly, but i hope you like it!

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“damnit! how am i struggling this much?” you whine out in frustration at yet another failed attempt to get this fitted sheet on your mattress.

you had just moved out of your parents house and it was safe to say it was starting out a little rocky.

you were very coddled throughout your child and early adulthood, and it was definitely affecting you now.

maybe having your mother make your bed crisp and clean every sunday morning wasn’t the most beneficial in your life skill learning.

you huffed as you crossed your arms across your chest.

“i need a drink.”

you made your way out into the mess of the living and dining room, searching around for the box that held all of the glasses.

tidiness definitely wasn’t something you entirely knew how to do on your own. or any sort of organization. you were so used to your parents constantly picking up the smallest of messes while growing up that it just simply wasn’t a habit you picked up on yourself.

you appreciated your parents so much. they gave you the most fulfilling and care free childhood a kid could ask for, but their need to constantly help with and eventually do everything for you was quickly becoming a hard slap across the face now that you were on your own.

you knew that they were always just a call away, but it was clear that that was the whole problem.

after a few minutes of searching, it was clear you had forgotten the box in your car.

you groaned a little, the thought of going out into the cold and wet november night sounding dreadful to you.

you walked over to the door and opened it, a shiver running down your spine as you quickly sprinted out to your car and back.

“oh, hi.”

you quickly look up from your hand that was reaching for the door handle of the apartment to see a man smiling at you.

a very handsome man for that matter.

you smile back before letting out a soft. “hi”

“i’m guessing you’re my new neighbor?” he says, tilting his head to the side and extending his hand out to you, still smiling. “i’m chan.”

you take notice of his australian accent, feeling butterflies fill your stomach.

you take his hand into yours, nearly melting at the warmth of it. “y/n, and… looks like it.”

he chews on the inside of his cheek before furrowing his brows. “you look a little flustered. everything alright?”

“oh, y-yeah. it’s just- ugh, it’s so stupid.” you let out a small laugh before rubbing the side of your face.

“ah, come on. i won’t judge. you need help with something?”

you bite your lip and look down at your feet.

“i… cannot get my sheets on for the life of me.” you say, your cheeks immediately flushing red at the embarrassment.

he chuckled before nodding his head. “fitted sheets can be tricky.”

you laughed along with him, awkwardly looking around and picking at the sides of the box placed upon your hip.

“uh… would you… mind if i helped? i- i mean, if that’s alright with you. i don’t mean to be creepy or anything.” he scratched the back of his head, smiling nervously.

“no, no! that’s not creepy at all. you totally don’t have to do that, i wouldn’t wanna be a bother.”

“oh please, there’s nothing wrong with asking for help. i really don’t mind.”

you thought about it for a moment.

this would be beneficial to you. you didn’t even know the first thing about making a bed.

if someone didn’t help you, you’d surely be sleeping on a plain and unprotected mattress for the rest of your life.

“okay.” you say shyly with a nod before opening the door.

“please excuse the mess, i’m a bit of a mess.” you giggled awkwardly as he followed behind you.

“ah, no worries. no place is perfect on the first day.”

you smiled back at him, leading him into your room.

“well… here it is.” you say, gesturing towards the explosion of sheets and covers all over the floor.

he laughed, raising his brows. “we made several attempts, i see.”

you rolled your eyes as you smiled coyly.

“alright.” he started, grabbing onto one corner. “i’ll take this side, you take that one.”

you obliged, taking the sheet into your hand and attempting to pull it over the corner of the bed, only for it to pop and snap off.

you sigh as you throw your head back.

chan looks at you with a dumbfounded stare.

“… what?” you ask.

“is that seriously how you put it on?”

you furrow your brows. “is there more than one way to do it?”

“have you ever successfully made a bed before?”

“i haven’t ever actually made a bed before.”

“what?! you never- you know what? whatever. y/n, when you’re putting a sheet on a mattress, you have to lift it up to secure it onto the corner.”

“i have to lift up the mattress?!”

he sighed, rubbing his face with his hands.

“just watch me, k?” he says as he lifts the mattress with one hand and places the sheet onto the corner with the other.

“see? just like that. then you’ll smooth out any wrinkles as you move onto each corner.”

you nodded, truly intrigued by this simple lesson.

“wanna give it a try?”

you groaned. “not really.”

“ah, come on. go ahead.”

you took your side and did just as he did, looking to him for approval.

“there you go. also, make sure you pull it as tight as you can so there’s not weird parts with air in it. like that.” he says as he points to a particular spot on the sheet.

you followed his instructions and corrected it.

“nice! sheets are done, now onto the pretty parts.”

you whine jokingly, eliciting laughter from him.

“alright. let’s start with the pillows. your biggest ones are always going to go on the back against your headboard. it’ll gradually get smaller until you get to the decorative ones on the front.”

you messily place them against each other, smiling at chan as you wait for a response.

“um… not bad but… also not great.”

you pouted, crossing your arms.

he took a pillow into his hands, grabbing each top corner as he began to demonstrate.

“you wanna shake any wrinkles or lumps out before you put them down. try and make them perkier. this’ll help them stand better instead of being slumped over.”

he placed his perfectly fluffed pillow against the headboard, smiling at you.

“hmm” you hum as you copy his movements with your own pillow.

after his nod of approval, you continue with the rest of the pillows, smiling proudly once you finish.

“great! and last, the blanket.”

you picked it up from the floor, ready for his instructions.

“you just lay it across the bed, pull it up until it’s almost touching the pillows, fold over the top and smooth out any imperfections. simple enough.”

you do as your told, mumbling the steps in order as you did, causing him to giggle as he shakes his head.

“i did it!” you exclaim.

“see? knew ya could!”

“time to celebrate!” you say, running out into the kitchen and digging through the box you had brought in, pulling out a glass.

he walks out of your room, a questioning smile decorating his face.

you pour yourself a glass of wine before looking over to him and holding the bottle up, “could i interest you in a glass?”

“ah, i’m okay. i don’t really drink.”

you hum before tilting the glass and taking a swig.

“well, i’m glad i could help you out. it was really nice meeting you.” he says with a sweet smile.

you let out a squeak of some sort and held up your hand to him, indicating you wanted him to wait.

he cocked an eyebrow as he smiled intriguingly at you.

you swallowed the remaining drink left in your mouth.

“i’ve got take out that should be here any minute. did you wanna stay and help me eat it? i mean, as a thank you for helping a grown adult make her bed.”

you both laugh together.

he looks at the ground with a wide smile before looking back up at you. “are you sure? i’d feel bad taking from you. you really don’t need to do anything in return, i enjoy helping when i can.”

“oh, please! i can’t finish all that food myself anyway. i would love to chat about each other more over some dinner.”

he clicked his tongue before smiling wide. “since you insist.”

[ 🤍 ]

“so… you were never taught or required to do household chores growing up?” chan asked before taking a bite out of an egg roll.

you sighed. “pretty much. i was the only one out of my siblings that ever wanted to learn, but they would always end up taking over. i eventually just gave up.”

“wow. sounds awesome to me. that would have never been a thing when i was a kid.” he giggles.

“trust me, it comes back to bite you in the ass when it’s time to be on your own. they were so terrified of me leaving. came up with a million reasons for me to stay, but i was just so sick of feeling like a kid.”

“i guess that’s true. it’s useful to know these things.” his expression became slightly worried as he looked at you, “n-not that there’s anything wrong with you for not knowing. it’s not your fault. i did-.”

“chan.” you start with a slight giggle.“it’s okay.”

he smiled softly, nodding his head.

“anyway, what about you? anything interesting i should know? i see you’ve got a pretty sweet accent going on there.”

he blushed, scratching the back of his head.

“oh, y-yeah. haha. i’m from australia.”

“tell me about it.” you smile, taking a drink from your glass

“well, not much to it. lived there until i was about fourteen before moving here to pursue a career of… uh…” his face turned a bright shade of pink.

you sit up straighter as your eyes and smile widen. “tell me!”

“no, it’s so embarrassing!” he laughs, covering his face.

“chan!”

“no! just forget i said anything!”

“that’s not fair! i told you about my pathetic reasoning for why i don’t know how to adult. i don’t think anything can be more humiliating than that.”

he groaned, putting his head down.

“tell meeeeee” you say, smacking the table loudly.

“okay! but you can’t laugh.”

“i won’t.” you start, holding up your little finger. “pinky promise.”

he smiles, looking down at it and back to you.

you nod your head. “go on.”

he sighs and throws his head back before interlocking his finger with yours.

“i… wanted to be a… hip hop dancer.” he buries his face into his hands.

“what’s so embarrassing about that? lots of people want to go into dance. i think that’s endearing.”

“i just never succeeded, so… i’m ashamed.”

you placed your hand over your heart as you slightly frowned at him.

“chan, all that matters is that you tried. i’m sure there’s so many other things you’re gifted at. don’t let this one failure hold you back.”

“i don’t know. it took a lot of convincing to get my parents to let me come here and i feel i just let them down. it’s a pretty crazy idea to let your barely teenage child move to a completely different country and live with other kids their age without supervision, you know?”

“i think it’s so great that you at least got the experience. and who knows? maybe this whole thing not working out was meant to lead you somewhere else.”

he smiled. “that’s very true. thank you, y/n.”

“of course.” you respond “was there anything positive you could say about it? even though nothing ever came to be, was it all horrible?

“i mean… if i wouldn’t have gone through with it, i never would have met my best friend. we bonded over both being from australia.”

“see? how sweet. is he still dancing?”

“yes.” he answers in a sad tone. “it hasn’t been going well for him either. i’m glad he’s got so much drive and motivation, but i also hate to see him going so crazy and neglecting more important things for it instead.”

“oh no. i hope he’s able to work things through.”

“me too.” he sighs, twirling his fork in his box of noodles.

“what made you stay?” you ask.

he straightens his posture before crossing his arms over his chest. “well for starters, i was so humiliated that i wouldn’t dare show my face back at home. they’ve contacted me time and time again trying to convince me that they’re not upset, but i won’t hear it. i just can’t. and… probably the most important part was… there was no way i was leaving him here by himself. i just grew so protective of him throughout our time together. you know, practicing moves, going to practice, studying how to improve our performance skills. and he’s so sweet too. like, the nicest person you’ll ever meet. so full of light. it doesn’t matter how bad of a place he’s in, if you’re upset, it will become his number one priority to change that. there’s just a lot of innocence to him and… i don’t want anyone to crush that.

“i’m so sorry to hear that, chan.”

“ah, i’m sure it’ll be alright. he’s a great kid. i love him like a little brother. maybe you can meet him one day. names felix.”

your heart fluttered at the thought of being in chan’s life more than just this one time or as casual neighborly greetings. getting to see new and deeper sides of him.

“i’d love to.”

[ 🤍 ]

it was a sunday.

exactly one week since you last saw you chan.

the only reason you remembered? you were right back where you were seven days prior; trying to get this damn sheet to stay.

there was no way you could ask again.

he literally took time out of his evening to come and show you, a grown woman, how to make a bed.

it was too embarrassing.

the two of you hadn’t seen each other since the last time. the craziness of living in a new area with a new job being the only thing to consume your thoughts.

but now, he was all you could think of.

you remembered his voice. so thick with a slight playful tone to it. the way his perfectly straight teeth would flash when he laughed his adorable laugh. his big brown eyes that held so much emotion in them and his cute lips that would curve when he tried to suppress a giggle.

you smile at your mental image of him.

maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to go and ask for help. 

he seemed to genuinely enjoy your company. no one would share such an intimate detail about their life with a person they didn’t like.

and as if the universe was sick of the two sides of your brain arguing back and forth and decided to just bring the opportunity to you, there was a knock against your door.

you spin around, your heart practically pounding out of your chest as you were snapped away from your thoughts.

you made your way over and opened it to chan, a slight brush creeping upon your cheeks. 

“chan, hi.”

“morning, y/n. i uh... one of the parents at my work brought me a cake and... i was wondering if you wanted some.” he says, looking down at a box in his hand.

you smile and open your mouth to speak, only to be cut off by him.

“it- it’s just because i’m not a huge sweet tooth. i’m not trying to intrude or anything.” he begins to slightly ramble.

“chan.”

he stops, looking into your eyes.

“will you shut up and just come in?”

his cheeks turn a slight shade of pink as he giggles before walking inside.

“that’s so sweet of them to give you this. do they do this often?” you ask as you carefully take the box from him and set it on the countertop.

“yeah. at least once a week. she’s very sweet.”

“how fun! you know, out of the short list of things i can do, baking happens to be one of them.”

he widens his eyes as he smile, “oh, really?”

“mhm. my dad had a passion for it, so i grew up being taught by him.”

“wow.” he starts “guess you’ll have to make me some brownies sometime, huh?”

you playfully shook your head as you opened the box.

“so, what are you up to this sunday morning?” he asks.

you bite the inside of your cheek as you awkwardly look up at him. “uhh… just the last bit of unpacking and tidying. been a hectic week with the new job and all. you know.”

“ah, right, right. how is it...”

you notice his glance move towards the open door of your bedroom and his brows furrowing.

you silently scold yourself for not closing it before answering the door.

he smirks, squinting his eyes as he looks at you. “you can’t get your sheets on, huh?”

“yes i can!”

he immediately bursts into laughter.

“i had just started when you knocked. i… still need to finish.”

“well, go ahead then.”

you bit the corner of your lip as you thought.

“b-but what about the cake?”

“nah, we can have cake after the bed is made. i don’t mind waiting. got nowhere to be today.”

you pouted before trudging to the room, chan following behind.

you looked down at the mess of covers and pillows on the floor.

“step one?” he asks with a smirk.

“i remember step one, chan. thank you.”

he cocks an eyebrow, gesturing towards the bed.

you reach for a pillow before chan hums, causing you to stop and turn towards him.

“why would you be grabbing the pillows when the sheets aren’t even on the bed yet?”

shit.

“i’m… obviously just fluffing them. making sure they’re ready for when i do put them on.”

“ohhhh, gotcha.” he says sarcastically.

alright… now you know what isn’t step one.

you awkwardly fluff the other pillows and set them in a pile to the side before grabbing the comforter.

“y/n, you don’t think i actually believe you, right?” he looks at you with a wide smile on his face.

you huff before dropping the comforter. “no.”

he laughs as he reaches for the sheet.

“why didn’t you just ask for my help?”

“i didn’t want you to think poorly of me. i mean, you already showed me how to do it. broke it down. step by step. i was embarrassed.”

he laughs softly as he shakes his head and makes his way over the the side of the bed closet to him. “y/n, i’ve already told you that i don’t mind helping out. you have nothing to be embarrassed about. you’re fun to be around.”

an explosion of sparkles and tingles erupted throughout your body at his words.

you smiled coyly.

“now, go to that side.” he says.

you oblige, waiting at your side of the bed for further instructions.

“now, remember” he says, lifting up the bed with one hand and sticking the sheet on the corner with the other. “you have to pick up the bed in order to get the sheet fully on.”

he does his side before looking to you.

you follow his directions.

“perfect. now comforter and pillows.”

you do the rest by yourself, earning a clap from him.

“stop it!” you whine.

“y/n, i really think you’ve got this. you definitely didn’t struggle like the last time.” he nods as he crosses his arms over his chest.

you sigh. “i think i just need someone to be here to reassure me.”

he laughs. “yeah. making a bed is a lot less mundane when you have another person doing it with you.”

you smiled softly at him. “exactly.”

“well then… guess you’ll be seeing me every sunday, huh?”

your eyes widen a bit. “you would actually come over every week just to make my bed with me?”

“of course. if it makes you happy… i’d love to.”

you two stare at one another with small smiles for a moment.

“let’s go eat that cake now. i think we’ve earned it.” you say, earning a small giggle from him.

you leave your room first, getting plates and a knife to serve the two of you.

“how’s the new job going?” chan asks as you cut into the cake.

“oh, so nice. i’m not the quickest learner, so i was definitely nervous about the adjusting part.” you hand him his plate, continuing. “but it’s been going great. very easy stuff to retain and my coworkers are amazing.”

“i’m glad to hear that. it’s good that you’re happy.”

you smile at him, tilting your head. “thank you, chan.”

he giggles softly.

“you said a parent gave you the cake. what do you do for work?” you ask.

he sighs as blushes as he leans over the counter.

“you better not do this again.” you playfully snap at him.

his eyes and smile widened. “i was about to tell you, geez.”

he scratched the back of his head as he smiled.

“i… work at a kids hip hop studio.”

you smile. “that’s the cutest! why are you acting all bashful?”

“it’s just pathetic. i just couldn’t leave dancing behind. of course i don’t do any of the teaching. they’ve asked me, but because of how things went in the past, i just can’t do it. i’m there as a sort of desk person, in charge of enrollment, they have me plan, coordinate and lead all field trips or activities.”

you pout. “i wish you were happier about it. i’m sorry you feel that way.”

he shakes his head. “oh, i didn’t mean to sound like that. it’s definitely a fun job. i love kids. and getting to be around music and a lot of energy is really great for me, i just… didn’t see myself doing this.”

you felt a pain in your chest as you remembered him telling you about his unsuccessful dance career.

chan was such a genuine and kind person. seeing him anything but happy truly broke your heart. he deserved the absolute best this world had to offer.

you place your hand on his forearm, causing his eyes to slightly widen as he looked at you.

“i know it’s hard when things don’t go the way we planned. it can make you feel like you’ve lost a piece of yourself. and i know i’ve only known you for a short amount of time, but i think you’re amazing. and you are capable of whatever your heart desires. this doesn’t have to be it.”

he blushed as he looked down, nodding his head. “thank you, y/n. that really means so much.”

you smiled softly at him.

“now, no more sad talk. let’s have some cake!”

you poke a piece with your fork, taking a bite and freezing.

“this… is so dry.” you chew the piece slowly.

“yeah… she loves to bake, she’s not good at it.” chan replies, earning a slap on the arm from you.

[ 🤍 ]

the weeks were agonizing to get through.

of course you loved your job, your coworkers and your lovely new home.

but having to get through the six days until sunday felt impossible.

chan would come over to help you make your bed and you’d show your thanks through baked goods and attempted meals that usually ended up being burnt and replaced with takeout.

then hours of laughter and chatting as you got to understand one another even more.

you loved chan’s company. you loved how he made you feel. how non-judgmental and laid back he was. how he was more than happy to lend a helping hand, show you that metal cannot be microwaved.

you wanted him outside of sundays.

one day with him simply just wasn’t enough.

but you were scared. scared that he might not reciprocate those same feelings.

maybe he truly just wanted to help and nothing more. maybe he doesn’t see you as anything more than a friendly neighbor he’s bonded with.

you just couldn’t risk what you had with him.

so you’ll take your few hours with him every seven days.

he’s more than worth it.

there were two loud knocks on the door, causing your heart to skip a beat with excitement.

you opened the door to chan’s smiley face.

“morning, sunshine.” he said, causing you to giggle.

he followed you to your room.

“sheets are fresh out of the dryer and your snickerdoodles are in the oven.” you give him a wink.

“snickerdoodles? wow, i feel so special.”

the two of you began making the bed together.

you were at the point where you could make this bed with your eyes closed. and you were sure chan knew that too.

but who would want this to end?

it was nice doing such a simple task with another person. nothing was special about smoothing out wrinkles and fluffing pillows, but the way it made you feel to do it with chan was something you couldn’t describe.

you smiled softly at each other as you would hand the other person a corner of the comforter or a throw pillow.

to say you had butterflies was an understatement.

“nice and neat.” he says with a proud smile.

you giggle before signaling for him to come with you out into the living room.

“they smell amazing.” chan said, taking a seat on your couch.

you looked at him with confusion for a few seconds before realizing he was talking about the cookies.

“oh, thank you.” you respond with a giggle.

chan furrowed his brows as he looked near your tv.

“that’s new.”

you look over at the shiny white console.

“oh, that thing?” you walk over to it. “my parents brought it over last night. just another excuse to check on me. i used to love playing just dance on it.” you laugh as you shake your head with slight embarrassment.

he smiled endearingly. “that’s sweet.”

your eyes lit up with excitement.

“uh oh. what are you up to?” chan asks, smirking at you.

“let’s play it together! i’ve been dying to see you dance.”

his smile faded. “oh, n-no. i don’t-”

“chan, please! there’s no judgment at all. i couldn’t dance to save my own life. i just wanna do something fun. it would mean the world to me.”

he looked into your eyes for a few moments before sighing and standing up.

“fine.”

you squealed, bouncing up and down, causing him to laugh slightly.

“okay! we’ve got five minutes left on the cookies. that’s at least one song.”

you excitedly got the remotes for the two of you before turning on the game.

“well this is… dated.” you say.

“just dance 2013?” he says as he looks at the screen.

the two of you laugh loudly.

“starships by nicki minaj or gangnam style?”

he bursted into laughter. “oh my gosh! i can’t do this!”

“gangname style it is!”

he groaned with a smile before the two of you got into positions.

you were surprised with how easy it was to get him to agree.

you felt a little bad for pestering him do something that was such a sensitive thing for him. you didn’t mean to be so nosy, but you just had to see why the whole dance career was a fail.

but as you watched him hit each move with perfection and ease, the screen lighting up with stars and ‘GREAT’ or ‘PERFECT’, you were dumbfounded.

how did he not become successful?

you admired how lost he was in it. though he was immersed in the screen, you could see the joy in his eyes as he moved his body.

it made you happy. happy to know that it wasn’t completely bitter to him despite how things worked out.

seeing him enjoy something as much as this gave your heart a feeling that couldn’t be put into words.

the music stopped, bringing you back to reality.

he exhaled deeply. “that one always gets the blood pumping.” he laughs breathlessly.

“chan.”

he raises his brows as he looks to you.

“that was amazing!”

he blushed before shaking his head.

“don’t you dare. you are an incredible dancer!”

“the bottom part tells you what moves are coming up and how to do them.” he says, shrugging his shoulders.

“but you were different. you just- ugh! will you just accept my compliment?!”

“y/n-”

“no, chan. i know it’s hard for you to see it because of what happened, but you are so talented. the people that stopped you from ever fulfilling your dream were sad morons. anyone that doesn’t see how skilled you are is blind.”

he looked down at the floor, a shade of pink painted on his cheeks as he smiled.

the sound of the oven beeping caused his eyes to snap up.

you made your way over and pulled the treats out, setting them on a plate and presenting them to him.

“a yummy and warm snickerdoodle for the best dancer. that wii has never seen anything more than a two star from me.”

he laughed as he shook his head, taking a cookie.

“you’re amazing, y/n. really.”

it was now your turn to blush as you avoided eye contact.

“and i mean that.” he said, using two fingers to redirect your gaze back onto him, causing your breath to hitch and every nerve in your body to light on fire with excitement.

“it’s okay that there’s certain things you don’t know how to do.”

you bit your lip, feeling embarrassed.

“i kind of… like that you don’t know how to do them. cause now i get to teach you.”

at this point, your heart and stomach were both doing cartwheels and flips.

“i get to come over and not only help you, but talk, laugh, eat desserts.” he wiggled his brows, causing you to giggle.

“and i really look forward to that.” he says, looking deep into your eyes, his fingers still on your skin.

your heart is racing as you feel yourself get lost in his brown eyes.

was this actually happening?

the couple of months you had known one another were now swarming your thoughts. every moment, every conversation, every look that lasted a little too long.

did it all actually mean something? was it all just in your head?

he looked down at your lips before licking his own.

he pressed his chest firmly against yours, examining your entire face.

the sound of your phone ringing caused both of you to snap your head in the direction of it.

you sighed, throwing your head back before holding up a finger to him.

he nodded, smiling.

you picked up your phone to see your mother’s name on the screen, letting out a groan.

“hi, mom. yes, i did- mom. yes, all by myself.” you bite your lip and tap your foot as your mother begins to talk your ear off.

“no, i don’t think i really have the time to talk to dad- oh… hi, dad.” you look to chan who is now doubled over in silent laughter.

you smile too, shaking your head at him.

“yep. figured out the thermostat. pretty self explanatory. the buttons say what they do so...”

you could hear your parents both begin to speak at the same time, asking more questions and giving advice.

“oh! don’t know if you heard, but my doorbell just rang! gotta go!” you say, hanging up before they could protest.

you end the call, letting out a long sigh.

“i would have ignored that but… they would have shown up on my doorstep convinced that i was dead so…”

chan was still recovering from his breathless laughter, his face still a shade of pink. “wow. i didn’t think it was that bad.”

“yeah… now you see why i wanted out so badly.”

the two of you laughed slightly, awkwardly looking around.

it’s not like you could just go back to what you were doing before.

how would you even initiate something that didn’t fully happen again?

you weren’t gonna be the first to make a move.

but just standing there felt even more uncomfortable.

“uh… i’ve gotta get going.” chan said, pointing towards the door. “the kids have a field trip tomorrow, so we’ve got an extra early start.”

“oh, how fun!” you say with a smile.

“yeah!” he smiles back as he nods.

“well, i’ll… see you next weekend?”

“for sure!” he responds, making his way over to the door and opening it. “thanks for the cookies.” he says, giving you a wink as he holds up the treat.

you giggle as you wave to him before he shuts the door.

you sigh, trudging towards the couch before flopping onto it.

“how lovely.”

[ 🤍 ]

you couldn’t get the image out of your mind. it just replayed over and over.

chan’s delicate yet firm hold on your face, the look in his eyes, the close proximity.

you couldn’t focus on anything but the memory.

if the weeks weren’t hard enough to get through already, they sure were now.

you were always excited about chan coming over for your weekly hangouts, but today was different.

or tonight you should say. chan texted you in the morning that he wouldn’t be able to come over until much later, having something important to do first.

you were somewhat relieved though. seeing him again after what happened last time had your heart feeling like it could beat out of your chest at any moment.

you spent the whole day trying to ease the nerves, even going as far as telling chan it was okay to skip a weekend since you knew what you were doing now, to which he immediately declined.

it was now a little past eleven. you were exhausted. you hadn’t gotten much sleep since last seeing him. not only did you think about it at all hours of the day, but it made little appearances in your dreams too.

you sipped from your glass, hoping the alcohol would put your constant thoughts to rest.

your phone began to ring. you rolled your eyes, not in even the slightest mood to tolerate an overbearing conversation with your parents.

but to your surprise, it was chan.

“oh, god.” you say, feeling your breathing begin to increase.

you answered after a few rings, trying your best not to sound like you were about vomit.

“chan?” you say into the speaker.

“hey, sorry. i didn’t wanna knock this late. i’m here.”

“oh, okay. i’ll let you in.”

you end the call and make your way over to the door.

he looks up, a look of concern on his face. “hey. it’s not too late for you, is it?”

“no, no. i haven’t been able to sleep much anyway. come on.”

his expression softens as he follows you in.

you begin making the bed, having created your own little system with each other. each responsible for a certain side.

“so, what were you up to today?” you ask, trying to break the silence.

he let out a slight groan. “they last minute asked me to help at work. we got some new equipment that all had to be set up before tomorrow.”

“uh oh. sounds exhausting.” you say.

“it wasn’t too bad but, i am pretty tired.”

you make your way over to him and smile, tilting your head to the side. “it means so much to me that you’d still come to make my stupid bed with me. you could be at home resting after your hard work, but you’re here. with me. and that makes me feel so special, chan. i really appreciate you so much.”

his brown eyes were once again locked onto yours.

you weren’t sure if it was the chardonnay or the way he looked at you, but you wanted him.

it had been only a couple of months, but you swore he was your everything. you felt safe and warm with him. there was an overwhelming feeling of peace when you were in his presence. like nothing could ever go wrong.

and before you could even express how you felt through your actions, his hand grabbed the side of your face and his lips were on yours.

you gasped slightly before melting into the kiss. it was everything you could ever imagine and more.

he pulled away, his chest heaving. “i- i am so sorry, i don’t know what came over me.”

“don’t apologize.” you say, pushing yourself up against him and placing a hand on his firm chest. “i really liked it.”

he smiles excitedly before kissing you once again. this one more aggressive and desperate. “please.” he says as he pulls away, only to go back to kissing you again. “please let me have you.” he says against your lips.

his voice is deep and filled with hunger. you whimper as you nod, clawing at his big biceps.

he lays you onto the freshly made bed before kissing slowly down your jawline, neck and chest. you squirm and gasp underneath him, the pleasure already being too much.

he pulls away, causing your head to snap up.

“fuck i- my condoms are back at my place.”

“no, it’s okay.” you say, placing both hands on either side of his torso.

he looks at you with concern. “are you sure? i can make it fast.”

you shake your head. “no.”

he examines your face thoroughly.

you place a hand on his neck, your fingers slowly dancing up to play with his ear and the side of his face. “i’m serious. i want it like this.”

he nods before going back to kissing you passionately.

“is it okay if i take this off?” he asks as he plays with the neckline of your top. you nod, unable to do anything but whine and moan.

he smirks before removing the item of clothing and attacking your bare chest. you were so glad you opted out of wearing a bra today. you couldn’t bare another barrier between the two of you.

“mmm.” he let the nipple he was sucking on out with a small popping noise. “these are so nice, princess.”

you felt your walls pulse and contract at those words, causing you to moan desperately. “awe” he starts before harshly sucking the other breast, causing you to arch your back and cry out. “you like being called names, huh? gets you excited?” his fingers slowly trail down your torso before stopping at the band of your pajama shorts. “how about these, babygirl? can i take them off?” you nod desperately, feeling an immense amount of pressure between your legs.

“use your words for me, yeah?”

“yes, chan. please.” you huff, causing him to laugh softly.

his warm touch against your skin as he pulled your bottoms down caused goosebumps to decorate every inch of you.

you squirmed and whimpered at the feeling of the cool air on your exposed core.

“my god.” he growled. “such a pretty pussy, baby.”

“chan, please.” you claw at his biceps desperately.

“patience.”

you bite your bottom lip, trying your best to suppress your begs and pleas.

his black t-shirt comes off with a swift tug before he lowers himself back down.

he began nibbling down your thigh, massaging the other as he went lower and lower.

“you’re so good. so good and sweet. just a pretty little girl who does whatever she’s told.” he says with a groan. “i love how clueless you are. makes me wanna take care of you.”

you shiver at his words.

“yeah, baby? want me to protect you? that’s all i want. i just wanna do everything for you. teach you everything.”

before you could say a word, his plump lips attach themselves to your heat, causing you to cry out.

he groans deeply into your pussy, making your tummy to twist and turn.

“mine, mine, mine.” he moans as he sucks harshly on the area.

he’s lapping at your folds like his life depends on it and you’re practically seeing stars.

the feeling of his prominent nose nuzzled tightly against your sensitive clit has your head spinning and your breathing shaky. you had never felt so good in your life.

“does that feel good, princess?” he pumps two fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace. “i love those faces you’re making for me.” he gives your pussy a harsh suck as he rubs his mouth up and down the swollen area.

you let out a shriek and pull at chan’s hair as your legs began to shake.

he lifts his head up, the lower half of his face shiny with your arousal. “it’s okay, baby. let it happen.” he says before going back to ravishing you.

“ch-chan.” a loud moan rips through you as your orgasm crashes over you.

you snap your legs closed, holding chan’s head tightly in place as you ride out your high.

he grabs onto both of your thighs and kneads the skin roughly as you finish. you release him, throwing your head back with exhaustion.

he gets onto his knees, wiping your juices off of his face.

he smiles at you before leaning in to kiss you again.

you feel a tingle run throughout your body as you taste yourself on his tongue and lips.

“was that okay?” he asks, a look of sympathy washing over his face.

“yes.” you let out breathlessly, a soft giggle following. he laughs with you.

“it’s alright if i keep going? if that was all you can take, that’s totally fine.”

“no, no.” you start, grabbing his face with both of your hands. “i want you inside of me. please. need to feel you.”

he lets out a deep sigh as he closes his eyes. you loved that you had this affect on him. it was so much fun to see this new side of him.

he’s quick to remove his shorts and then boxers.

you felt your tummy curl and knot as you took in the sight of his cock. it was thick and hard with a pretty pink tip. veins decorated the top and sides.

“gonna put it in now. mkay?” he says, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. you look up to him, nodding before pecking his lips delicately.

you moan and twitch slightly as he runs the tip through your sensitive folds. “tell me if it’s too much.” he gently pushes in, causing you to gasp and grip onto his big arms.

he fills you up slowly. inch by inch.

“chan.” you moan softly.

“i know. it’s okay, baby.” he interlocks fingers with you before sucking at your neck. you whine.

“want me to move?” he asks, kissing your forehead. “or wait? take your time.”

“no, don’t wait. want it now. please, please.”

“shh.” he starts, placing gentle kisses all over your face. “you don’t have to beg, baby.”

he pulls himself all the way out before thrusting back in, causing you to moan his name.

he uses both hands to push your abdomen down, leaving you firmly pinned between the mattress and him. he picks up the pace and you’re quick to start moaning and whining for him.

“fuck, baby. you don’t know how long i’ve dreamt of this. having you like this. fuck.” the sound of skin slapping filled the room.

“you’re so big, chan. so big inside of me.” you whine, looking into his eyes.

you couldn’t believe this was happening. you couldn’t believe you were having chan like this. he went from being a friendly neighbor offering to help to the man you’ve found yourself falling for deeper and deeper each time you’re around him.

you didn’t want this to end. the sex or being with chan. you wanted him in your presence always. he was a dream. you felt so accepted by him. so respected. he never made you feel bad for who you are. he was always so kind and encouraging.

you didn’t want him. you needed him.

“baby.” you whine, more moans falling from your lips.

“tell me.” he says as he brings his face inches from yours. you feel the warmth of his breath against your skin.

“gonna cum again.”

“yeah?” he asks. you nod quickly as you whimper.

“cum for me, baby. cum. cum all over my cock.” he begins to thrusts into you at an ungodly pace.

your breathing picks up rapidly as you thrash around underneath him.

“let it go. i’ve got you.” he says.

you gasp before arching your back and calling out for him.

chan groaned deeply as you clenched and squeezed tightly around him. the feeling of your cum coating his girthy length made you feel light headed.

“yes, baby. just like that.” you hear him faintly encourage you in the midst of your pleasure.

his firm grip on you tightens as he lets out a loud moan before spilling himself inside of you.

your toes curl at the warmth of his cum filling you.

he smashes his lips against yours as thick white ropes spurt inside of your velvet walls. you swallow his deep moans and groans.

you both come back down at the same time, trying to catch your breath.

chan collapses on top of you.

“oh my god.” he says with a giggle before peppering your neck with kisses. “you were so amazing.”

you smile, letting out a deep breath. “so were you. that was better than i ever imagined.”

he smirks as he lifts his head up slightly. “so you’ve thought about this before?” he asks, wiggling his eyebrows.

“maybe…” you look away bashfully.

he grabs your face, redirecting your gaze back onto him.

“no need to be shy.” he smiles down at you, caressing your face. “i have too.”

the two of you giggle together.

“i meant what i said.” he looks deeply into your eyes.

“hmm?” you respond.

“all the things i said.” he places a strand of hair behind your ear. “i really do care about you. a lot, actually.”

you smile, grabbing the side of his face. “i know. i feel the same way.”

“yeah?”

you pull him towards you and kiss him, humming against his lips.

“thank you, chan. for all that you do for me.” you run your fingers through his slightly ruffled hair as you admire his face.

“thank you for letting me.”

you felt as if your heart could burst at any moment. the way the man above you made you feel couldn’t be put into words. every moment you spent together made you realize how complete you felt with him. like he was your other half.

it was like he made you a better version of you. always wanting you to do your best.

you couldn’t fathom being without him. and by the looks of it, you were sure you’d never have to.

[ 🤍 ]

“is he almost here?” you ask excitedly, grabbing onto chan’s forearm.

he laughs at your eagerness. “he texted he’s pulling up.”

you let out a tiny squeal.

“it’s not gonna be weird if i’m here, right? i know the two of you haven’t seen each other in awhile. i wouldn’t wanna ruin that special time.”

“baby.” he starts, taking hold of both of your hands. “there’s not a mean bone in his entire body. if anything, he’ll be happy to have another person to hang out with. don’t worry so much, okay?” he gives you a quick peck on the lips, causing you to blush.

a knock on chan’s door causes you both to look in that direction.

“that must be him.” chan says, making his way over.

a smile spreads across his face once opening the door.

“y/n.” chan starts, letting the smaller boy in. “this is felix. my best friend.”

you smile. he was adorable. blonde hair with brown roots and freckles that decorated his cheeks beautifully.

“hi!” you say.

he walks over and wraps his arms around you. “i’ve heard so much about you.” he says, his accent deeper and thicker than chan’s.

he turns and smirks at chan. “glad all those wishes about her becoming yours finally came true.” he wiggles his brows.

you laugh loudly as chan blushes.

“enough about that.” chan starts, coming over to the two of you.

he places a hand on each one of you before smiling mischievously.

“so.” he starts. “i’ve got a hankering for something sweet and i just so happen to be in the company of two bakers.”

“ah, that’s right.” felix says with a head nod as he looks to you. “i’ve also been told you’re quite the brownie maker.”

“guilty.” you say, framing your face with your hands.

“and snickerdoodles, cheesecake, lemon bars.” chan adds.

“well, what do you say we have ourselves a little bake off?”

you jump up and down excitedly. “yes, yes!”

“alright.” felix starts, heading towards the door. “i’m gonna grab my emergency apron from the car.” he points to you and squints his eyes. “prepare yourself. i don’t go easy when it comes to desserts.” he disappears behind the open door.

you clap happily. “i like him already!”

chan sighs as he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close and placing his chin on the top of your head. “i’m going to become so spoiled with treats.”

you roll your eyes, giving him a small poke to the sides and placing your head against his chest.

you were so ready this new chapter of your life.

[skzoologist]

Recording gone...right?

word count: ~1.2k

warnings: none

genre: flustering Bae, this is a new genre at this point

a/n: Any brainrot you have? Send them all. I need them, they are giving me that sweet, sweet serotonin. (This goes to everyone, because while I have my own ideas for stories, you guys always seem to think of something completely different and I love it.)

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!This is just fiction, my interpretation of Stray Kids. By no means is this how they are and how they behave in real life!

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Their fans didn’t even know their beloved idols would have another album coming out soon, yet the members were already working hard on it. They were all very excited, even more than usual -and that was hard to achieve-, because they would be working with a famous japanese singer this time, LiSA. She was known for several things, some anime openings being on that extensive list and you could bet that some of the boys knew at least one or two of those songs by heart. They were too big of a weeb to not.

Amongst them the worst ones were Jisung and Bae, the two socially awkward anime fans. Just from the mere thought of meeting her had their palms turning clammy and their hearts speed up, but only after leaping into their throats. Thankfully or not, they wouldn’t be meeting with the famous singer for a while, needing to work on the songs on their own first.

“Can you believe it, Hyung? Not only did Chan hyung laugh at me when I accidentally messed something up while recording, but he shouted into the mic!”

It was Jisung complaining after his day of recording, his tired form draped over Bae’s. It wasn’t by the latter’s choice, since the young quokka attacked him and started acting like his personal blanket the moment their eyes met. Bae knew he had no choice but to accept his fate, the man too stubborn to leave him be.

“Aaaaaah, Baeeeee hyuuung, it was so horrible, I think I got permanent hearing damage.” - at this, Bae just looked at Jisung with a raised eyebrow.

“I know, I know, we’re loud, you say it all the time, but I’m serious this time! Gimme a kiss! I need someone to kiss it better!” - the younger asked shamelessly, doe eyes glistening as he was craning his head to look at Bae.

Now, Bae really loved his members, he truly did, and he would never hurt them purposefully, but the thought of just shoving Jisung down onto the floor from top of him did cross his head for a second. Maybe even two. But instead he just took a deep breath, slowly exhaling as he just got up from the couch -with the clingy squirrel in his hold, who just squeaked at this lightly- and pushed Jisung into Minho’s arms, who just arrived because he was visiting them for something.

He didn’t even wait and explain his actions -something that Minho and Jisung were both asking and whining for-, just straight up walked away and left to his room. Right until Chan got a hold of him, the kangaroo’s head peeking out through the small gap he opened his door to.

“Bae, can you please come in for a sec? I wanna discuss something about tomorrow’s recording.”

He didn’t need to be asked twice, his feet immediately turning and pivoting into Chan’s room, closing the door behind himself. He sat next to his hyung, who had his famous laptop in his lap, the screen illuminating both their faces in the darkness.

“I know you have excellent english, but I wanted to go over some lines before we record them tomorrow. Especially because some of them might be a bit too high for you at first.” - Chan explained, no ill intent in his voice.

Bae nodded as he listened to his leader talk, singing sometimes in a quiet voice, carving the melody and the words into his flesh. He knew Chan only wanted the best for him, so he wanted to do his best in return. They spent their time like that, not even noticing it was past midnight already, several hours passing by as they started discussing things in great detail. They went over the already recorded parts, thinking about how to tweak them slightly, how other parts needed to be recorded in the future.

Sometimes the aussie forgot that Bae wasn’t part of 3RACHA, since the younger always let him gush about music production, understanding and curiosity glistening in Bae’s eyes.

Soon they wrapped the impromptu meeting up, wishing the other goodnight, before inevitably meeting up the next day in the recording studio.

Bae arrived there early, wanting to warm up his voice in time before the recording. He greeted all the staff members, doing a double take when he saw not only Chan, but every member of 3RACHA in the chairs. Those sneaky bastards just grinned at him and waved, causing Bae to huff and start regretting his life choices. Because he knew there would be teasing to be had, even though they were also recording for STAY. Although that never stopped them before, so why would it now?

After successfully warming up his voice and tweaking with the settings a bit, Bae was ready and signalled for the others.

Chan only commented a few times, needing a bit of correction here and there: sometimes for the rhythm, sometimes for the feel of a few lines. They were usually solved in the next take, making everything go smoothly.

Right until the boys started playing around.

You see, Bae had this habit of doing tiny dance moves while singing, the choreography singed into his body for the song already. And every single time, Chan and/or the others would comment on it, purposefully pressing the button so Bae would hear it. Giggles and comments about how cute he was would fill his ears, dusting his cheeks pink, causing the others to react stronger. It was a hellish cycle, one that continued usually only until Bae would take off the headphones and turn away from them, staring up at the ceiling in silence. This way the others and himself would slowly calm down, otherwise he would have to record his lines while Changbin was shouting pickup lines at him.

He really wanted to get out of there.

“Okay, okay, that was good. Now you only need to sing the part everyone has, and you’re done. FIghting!” - Chan announced, urging Bae to look the lines over on the paper and nod.

It only took a single take, the others on the opposite side of the glass loudly voicing their opinions, as always.

“Wooow, that was perfect, Bae! You got the emotion down to a t.” - Chan said, his voice firm over the headphones.

“Of course, Hyung’s my boyfriend, he is perfect!” - Changbin added in, proudly standing there with a silly little smile on his face.

“What?! No, you greedy pig. You want Hyunjin and him both? He’s mine!” - Jisung whined back, causing Bae to huff and go over to calm them after waving tinily at the recording camera, seeing the staff members fighting a headache already.

It was always like that with Changbin, Bae getting a handful of headaches just from being in the studio with him, helping with the songs. The little dwaekki was always loud and voiced his opinions strongly, and Bae could only silently grimace as he went to go buy some apology drinks for the equally tired and suffering staff members. And for himself. Gods, did he not like coffee and its taste, but he downed a latte or two sometimes, just to get through those recording sessions.

“What’ll make you two stop?” - he tiredly asked, a sigh leaving his form once again.

“A kiss.” - they answered in perfect sync.

“Forget I asked. Good luck, Hyung.”

“What, wait, and where’s mine?”

But Bae was already out the door, done with the boys’ shenanigans for the day.

[smileydk]

Dresses and Weddings

Pairing: Idol-Married!Jungkook x OC

Summary: Jungkook might be 33, but his idol career is still steady as ever, despite being engaged and with two kids born outside marriage. He's surprised, as is his finacée, over how well the fans are taking it.

cw/tw: Just fluff and domestic, wedding planning.

Note: Ara (youngest, daughter), 5 years old, Changmin (oldest, son), 17 years old. And everyone who's tagged, I'm sorry, I need “comments”

''Jungkook, don't worry about it. I'll take care of the dishes, you promised ARMY a live''

Jungkook looked at his finacée. ''Are you-''

Jiwoo placed her hands on his chest and pecked his lips. ''You go have a live, now. I'll take care of the dishes and the kids''

The man smiled. He was the luckiest man in the world with such an amazingly understanding fiancée. ''Okay fine. But don't hesitate to shout if you need help with anything''

Jiwoo sighed and shoved her soon-to-be husband out of the kitchen. She shook her head and chuckled slightly. ''Aish, he's impossible''

''Eomma, you're being mean to appa''

Jiwoo turned to her daughter and smiled. ''No sweetie, appa is impossible. That's not being mean, usually. It's just, he always wanna help eomma. Appa never does anything for himself anymore''

Ara giggled and handed her plate to her mother. ''So you mean appa is too nice?''

''Aish- no, he's perfectly nice. Now, let eomma do the dishes then we'll go look for a nice dresses for you, okay? Changmin, you're also going. I don't care if you don't want a tux, you're wearing one!''

Ara smiled and nodded happily. She loved dresses and pretty things. She walked out of the kitchen and into the living room. A moment later Bluey was heard through the house.

Changmin, who wasn’t a huge fan of fancy clothing, groaned. But he also didn’t want to ruin his parents wedding, so he could accept it this once. And he knew girls liked a man in a suit.

''You know what? Fine, Eomma. Only this once because it’s your wedding'' Jiwoo smiled at her son and hugged him tighty. ''Eomma~ stop it!''

''Never. Now, go and watch Bluey with your sister''

Changmin saluted his mother and disappeared into the living room.

Jiwoo smiled. She was happy her kids had such a great relationship despite the age gap. Changmin had always been amazing to his sister. Jiwoo knew that she never needed a babysitter. She had her son.

Of course she'd pay him for it. She would never force him to babysit his sister without pay.

The woman turned to the mountain of dishes let out a deep sigh. She had decided to make jjajangmyeon, but the nonstick pan wasn't clean, and she hadn't had the energy to clean it before cooking, so now the jjajang sauce had dried into the pan.

She filled it up with warm water and allowed it to soak while she did the other dishes.

When she finished the dishes, the promise of shopping with Ara and Changmin had completely slipped her mind.

She walked into the living room, laid down on the couch behind her kids, and fell asleep almost instantly.

Ara turned around since Jiwoo snored slightly. A she spotted her mother a pout grew on her small, doll-like lips.. She stretched out her small hand to poke her mother in the face, but Changmin caught her hand before she could.

''Ara, Eomma needs to sleep'' He said in a soft voice.

''But Eomma promised she would take us to buy clothes'' Ara pouted even more and turned on the charm.

Changmin took a deep breath to not give in. ''Let’s see if Appa has time, hm?''

That seemed to peak Ara's intrest as she nodded immediately. She quickly turned off the TV. She walked up the stairs with Changmin in tow, who was also ready to catch her if she slipped.

Jungkook's door was closed, since he knew he could be quite loud whenever he was live. Ara however did not see this as a problem and slammed the door open. ''Appa!''

The man flinched at her scream. ''Yes, love?''

''Eomma promised she would go buy dresses with me, but she's sleeping''

Changmin chuckled awkwardly and looked at his father. ''I tried stopping her''

Jungkook smiled. ''Don't worry. I'll take you shopping now, before I go live then. Let me just get changed''

The little girl smiled in excitement. ''Yay!''

The man changed into some baggy, black jeans, a black loose, oversized t-shirt, a beanie and a pair of sunglasses.

''Appa, you look like a thief'' Ara stated when Jungkook finsihed of his outfit with his watch and some additional braceletes.

Jungkook picked his little girl up and spun her around. ''Well, I managed to steal your mom's heart'' He set her back on the ground.

''You are the cheesiest man I have ever met'' Changmin mumbled and took out his phone.

''Changmin, which one of us is about to get married? Because I happen to know it's not you. My cheese works!''

The son shook his head in disappointment. ''You're so weird''

Jungkook ignored his son and turned to Ara. ''Do you want to wear your pink flower dress, Ara, my favorite child?''

Changmin looked at the his father with a bored look, meaning the use of favoritism had no effect on him whatsoever.

Ara's excitement only grew. One, she adored attention, like any five year old would, two, dresses! ''Yes!''

Jungkook smiled and carried her into her own room and helped her to get changed. ''Now you're all ready for shopping. Jiwoo already said you’re coming, and to be honest, she’s scarier than you’ll ever be''

They walked outside to the car. ''Appa, you’re a wuss. She’s your fiancée, be a man and tell her you don't want to go shopping, or rather the fact that I don't want to go shopping''

Jungkook shook his head and put Ara in her carseat before he got into the drivers seat. ''No, I prefer being on Jiwoo's good side a month before the wedding, you can argue with her'' He waited for Changmin to get into the passenger’s seat. As soon as his son had buckled his seethed he started the car and headed towards the mall.

The second they entered the shop all eyes turned to them.

Sure, Ara loved attention, but she was also very introverted and shy. She liked attention when it came from people she already knew. ''Appa, why's everyone staring at us?'' She grabbed her father’s hand and walked slightly behind his legs.

Changmin had his eyes glued to his phone. He was busy chatting his his friends, who the parents allowed to attend the wedding to make it less sufferable for the boy, about tuxes.

Well, chatting was maybe not correct. He was mostly complaining.

The man looked around. ''Probably because we're dressed different from each other, or because your appa is famous'' He squatted down and picked up Ara. ''Now, which dress do you want?''

''I don’t know. You choose''

Jungkook picked up his daughter and made a beeline to the white dresses. ''Pick any dress you want, Changmin, don't you even think about escaping'' Jungkook turned to his son, who had one foot out the store.

''Why do you have to know my every move!'' He whined and walked over to his father.

''Because I did the exact same thing before I met your mother'' Jungkook shrugged and smirked. Changmin groaned and stopped his escape attempt.

Ara, who noticed none of the squabbling, smiled as she went through the racks, looking for the perfect dress.

While he scowered the store, he noticed he was the only man in the whole store, except his son who stood by the entrance, looking as bored as ever.

And moments later the first article showed up on Jungkook's phone.

BTS band member, Jungkook, spotted at the local mall with his son and daughter. Jeon was seen dressed in head to toe in black, meanwhile daughter was dressed in a  beautiful, pink, floral dress and seemingly looking for a dress fit for the upcoming wedding. We can't even imagine how adorable she will be. Changmin was spotted by the entrance, looking less excited for the dress shopping (which is understandable for a boy his age) Here are some more pictures. See more...

When he finished reading the article, and finding no harm in it, he turned his phone off and noticed his daughter was gone. He wondered where she'd gone off to, and why Changmin hadn't stopped her.

Then again, his nose was burried in his phone.

Well, the mystery was cut short when Ara came walking with at least 5 dresses in her small arms.

''Ara, sweetheart, eomma is gonna kill me if I allow you to get all those'' Jungkook squatted down in front of his daughter and patted her head gently.

Ara pouted. She looked up at her father with big eyes, lip was jutted out in a pout and a sniffle left her nose.

Something Changmin had taught her to do to get her will through. Something the son had learned from his father, since he always did it to convince his fiancée about… anything.

''Ara, no''

She took it one step further. Her lip started quivering and tears started forming in her eyes.

''Aish... fine! I should put you in a drama class''

The little girl smiled and handed the dresses to her father. Jungkook smiled and took the hangers and led his daughter to the changing rooms. ''If we're buying all these, you're trying them all on''

Ara smiled and walked into the changing room with the dresses.

Jungkook was sure Jiwoo was gonna murder him when she saw the amount of dresses he bought for Ara, but he couldn't help it!

His soft spot was his daughter.

Besides, he liked shopping! And his son would do no shopping with his father, so he might as well spend his money on his daughter.

Jungkook chuckled every time Ara came strutting out of the changing room, giving a twirl before she walked back into the changing room.

They found some more dresses, Ara convinced her father to buy them, tried them on and headed to the check out.

''Since you bought 10 dresses, we will give you two tiaras'' Ara let out a happy squeal. The cashier took out a box of tiaras and held them out to Ara to let her choose.

The two paid for the dresses and headed towards the tux shop.

In total it took Ara almost 1.5 hour to find the dresses, try on the dresses, change some of them and get Jungkook to pay for them.

As soon as they entered the tux shop two men walked up to them, service smiles on their lips. ''Hello, Sir, how can we assist you?''

''So, my dear son here hates tuxes, but uhm, me and his mother are getting married so he’s got no choice. Uhm, yeah. Do with that information as you wish''

The men nodded and dragged Changmin into the shop. Changmin turned to his father and gave him a sharp glare. What a loving father, throwing his son to the sharks.

Jungkook waved happily at his son and took a seat on the futon together with his daughter and her dresses.

It only took Changmin about 2 minutes before he stood in a tux before his father. ''Happy?''

''You clean up nicely, Changmin''

''Is it good enough for your wedding?'' Jungkook nodded and chuckled. ''Good, let me change back and-''

''Nope, you're going home in that'' Jungkook took his son's clothes, threw his Black Card at him and ran out the store.

Changmin stood there for a moment. ''What the actual fu-'' He spotted Ara's big eyes. ''-dge, I really want fudge''

''Me too! Do you think Appa will allow us to get some?'' Ara's eyes grew even bigger in excitement.

Changmin smiled at his adorable little sister. ''With your face, he will say yes to anything''

The boy paid for the tux and turned to his sister. ''Here, I'll take them'' He took all the bags from his sister before he, somehow, managed to pick her up as well.

He headed out to find his father. The man stood a few feet away from the store with a smirk on his lips, mostly because he spotted all the girls staring at his son.

As the boy approached him he held out his clothes. ''Sorry, here's a bag with your clothes''

Changmin put his sister back on the floor. ''I promised Ara you'd buy her fudge''

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. ''Why?''

''It was either that or swear'' Changmin shrugged and shoved all the shopping bags in his father's arms. ''But there are no fudge shops here, so maybe we can get frozen yoghurt?''

Ara nodded excitedly.

''Fine'' Jungkook caved and groaned jokingly. ''Now, on a serious note you might wanna get a date for our wedding because I happen to know that all your friends got dates''

''Do I have to? I'm your bestman, I don't need a date''

''Oh, is that Hana? Staring at you?'' Jungkook pretended to look behind his son. Changmin whipped around with the speed of lightning. ''Ha! I knew it!''

''Fine! I'll take her''

''Good, I've already told her mother you would. She's very excited apparently. She's bought a dress, fixed her hair and nails... and whatever girls do to impress men''

Changmin chuckled. ''Fine''

''Let's get some frozen yoghurt for Jiwoo as well''

''Army, this is Ara. You've met her before. She's gonna answer some questions with me. Changmin might run around in the background for some school project about me''

@doublebunny: How old is Ara?

''How old are you, love?'' Ara held up three fingers. ''Silly, you're four. She's four years old''

@JayKay97: Is Jungkook a good dad?

Jungkook read the question for her, and Ara didn't even think twice before nodding. ''Appa is the best appa in the world. But eomma says he too nice sometimes and won't do things for himself''

Jungkook gasped jokingly. ''Is eomma teasing appa when I'm not around to hear?''

Ara nodded proudly. ''Yes, she also says you a blanket hogger. Whatever that means''

''Huh, she does? Well eomma is lying. Don't listen to her, she's mean and she's lying''

Ara giggled. ''Aniyo, eomma says the same about you''

@Army130612: Where is Jiwoo?

''She's currently sleeping somewhere. She was tired after her long day'' Jungkook continued reading comments, most of them compliments about how adorable Ara was.

@JayKays_RealWifey: Ara isn't even that cute, nor is Jiwoo. If I could I would kidnap Ara and hide her so that Kookie couldn't find her

Jungkook immediately banned the account that had commented and threw a quick look at his daughter.

''What did the person say? I saw my name''

''Uhm, that you're really pretty'' Jungkook lied. He hated lying to his daughter, but in moments like this, it was okay to lie.

@Jiwoo_is_hawt: Ara is the cutest girl out there! Don't bother with the mean people.

@JKs_lost_bananamilk: Yeah! And Jiwoo is gorgeous and the most perfect girl for Jungkook. You guys, and Changmin, make the perfect little family.

@V☑: Ara is so cute! Tell her uncle TaeTae says hi!

@Jin☑: ^^Uncle Jin too! Her most handsome, favorite uncle!

@J-Hope☑: ^^Nah, Hoba is her favorite!

@RM☑: ^^Nuh-uh, uncle Joonie!

Jungkook chuckled. ''Ara, sweetie, who's your favorite out of the uncles?'' Ara suddenly became very shy and hid in her father's chest. ''Hey, you know the guys, why did you become so shy?''

''I don't know... uhm... Appa is my favorite''

The man chuckled, causing his shy to vibrate. ''I wasn't an option, and I sure hope I'm your favorite''

''Uhm... Uncle Yoongi''

Another chuckle left the man's lips. ''There you go guys''

@Suga☑: Ha, I knew it! Suck it!

@Jin☑: ^^Hyung probably bribed her with candy!

@V☑: ^^Yeah!

Jungkook had planned to be live for another two hours, but Ara was slowly growing extremely bored.

''Appa, I'm bored. Eomma promised she'd play dress up with me''

''Appa can't play right now, but... you can... color my tattoos'' He took out a pencil case filled with a bunch of colorfull markers.

Ara seemed very intrigued by this idea and immediately poured out the markers on the table. She grabbed Jungkook's right arm and put it on the table. Meanwhile his left hand was wrapped tightly around her waist to keep her from sliding off his lap.

''Can you make my hair pretty?''

Jungkook smiled at his daughter and kissed her cheek. ''Of course, agi, if you can wait with painting''

Ara nodded quickly and sat up straight.

He continued reading the comments and answering questions while he braided his daughter's hair.

''Appa, where's the stupid book your group wrote like a billion years ago?'' Changmin asked and dug around his father's room, half naked, a habit he'd picked up from his father.

''You know I'm live, right?''

The boy stood up straight and stared at the phone. ''Yeah... absolutely...'' He slowly backed out of the room, which caused Jungkook to chuckle loudly.

@Changmins_onetrue_love: Does your son need a girlfriend?

''No, he's got a girl already. Not official-''

''Appa! Stop telling the world about my life!'' Changmin shouted from his room, which was wall to wall with Jungkook's studio.

@JeonChangmin_Official☑️: Appa, you're mean! Stop telling everyone about my life! I am single, right now, but I'm not looking for anyone but a... special girl.

Jungkook chuckled as he read his son's comment. ''Sorry, Changmin, I'll stop'' He finished Ara's braids and planted a small kiss at the top of her head.

The second his hand landed on the table again, Ara was quick to fill in all his tattoos in different colors.

Jiwoo woke up three hours later and was very confused. Her daughter was no longer on the ground watching Bluey, she assumed Changmin had just grown bored and did his own thing.

''Eh, she's probably with Jungkook- who’s live'' She hurried up the stairs and noticed that his door was open. ''Fuck'' She entered and spotted Ara in Jungkook's lap. ''Oh my god, Jungkook I'm so sorry!''

She was about to grab Ara out of his lap and leave Jungkook alone, but Jungkook shook his head.

''She isn't interrupting anything. The fans love her and she's making my arm very pretty''

Jiwoo looked down at her husband's right arm and smiled. ''Wow, very pretty. Well, I'll leave her with you then''

''No, come here. Look at her dress, we went shopping''

She walked around his chair and stood on his left side. ''How many dresses did you buy?''

Jiwoo was more than used with Jungkook going shopping with Ara instead of herself. She was also used to him buying an excessive amount of things for her, when in reality she only needed one or two.

''Ten...'' He mumbled into his daughters hair.

''What!?''

''Ten! Don't be mad! Ara is here, and about 10'000'000 people are watching you right now''

Jiwoo took a deep breath from her spot on his left side. ''How in the world have you not gone broke yet?''

''Doesn't matter. Come here''

''Why?''

He smirked and wrapped his arm around her waist. He pulled her into his lap pecked her cheek. ''Have I ever told you that you're beautiful?''

''You tell me that about every single day''

''Well, truth only'' He pecked her lips, making her blush.

@Jikook_endgame: Okay, my ship has been sailing since they got hitched, but I still fangirl whenever they kiss

@사랑해: ^^ I'm with you 100 percent!

''Jungkook, you're live'' Jiwoo wasn't a big fan of PDA, but sometimes she just couldn't stop Jungkook from kissing her in front of people.

''I know''

Jiwoo burried her head in his shoulder as she felt another blush rise to her cheeks. She wasn't unfamiliar with Army, or Jungkook's lives, but she didn't like kissing on camera.

''My two favorite girls''

@Jimin☑: My one true pair!

''Eomma! Stop making out with Appa live! I need help with something!'' Changmin shouted from his room.

''Gotta go'' Jiwoo patted Jungkook's head. ''Ara, be nice'' Ara saluted her mother and went back to her coloring.

She entered her son's room with a confused look. Changmin was running around the room, throwing clothes everywhere. ''I'm fucking freaking out Eomma!'' He shouted and continued.

''I can see that! Why!?'' Jiwoo shouted in the same tone.

''Hana asked if I wanna get dinner, and despite me not being hungry, I accepted and I don't know what to wear!''

Jiwoo grabbed her son's shoulders and stopped him from running around. ''Look just- wow, your shoulders have broadened, a lot- not the point, look, just dress like you usually would. Baggy pants, t-shirt, hoodie. Especially a hoodie, so you can give it to her when she insists she isn't freezing''

Changmin dug out some clothes that fit into Jiwoo's description. He put on the clothes and did a little twirl. ''Does this look good?''

''You know it looks good, you've got your father's fashion style'' Jiwoo patted his head. ''And you've got his hair- goddamn you've got great hair''

''Eomma, not time for that, which shoes'' He turned his mother to face his wall of shoes. It held almost every pair of Air Jordans ever sold, since Jungkook insisted he needed them. Why? Because Changmin mentioned he liked them, once.

He wasn't ungreatful. He loved his shoe-collection more than anything (except his family) and he took great care of them. But sometimes having a billion different pairs of shoes made choosing extremely hard.

''Purple hoodie, black pants, purple t-shirt, purple shoes? I don't fucking know! Jungkook looked at me a while ago and told me to change because I "didn't fit his vibe", I called him an ass but changed''

Changmin whined and threw himself on the bed face first. ''I have to cancel with Hana, I'm a mess!''

Jiwoo sighed at her son. ''You're too much like your father. Jungkook! Come here a second! Say no and I'll rub your shoes against the pavement''

Jungkook appeared in the room within ten seconds, Ara in his arms. His eyes were wide in fear. ''What? Don't touch my shoes!''

''Your son needs help with clothes''

Jungkook looked him over before he looked at his wall. ''These'' He picked the shoes Jiwoo'd mentioned, which caused the woman to smirk.

''I have great taste!'' Jiwoo cheered as her son laced up his shoes.

''Can I go back to ARMY?'' Jungkook asked awkwardly and backed out the door.

''Yeah''

Jiwoo walked over to her son's dresser and found one of his billion perfumes. ''This one'' She held up his Calvin Klein perfume. She sprayed a few pumps in the air and forced Changmin to twirl around in it.

She knew perfume, not clothes.

He looked at the clock and realized he was gonna be late soon. He slid down the stair railing, which Jiwoo'd forbid him from doing, but the rule didn't stick apparently.

''Changmin! What the hell?''

''I love you Eomma, but I’m gonna be late!''

''Okay, have fun!''

The wedding was getting closer and Jiwoo was growing extremely stressed. Jungkook was of great help, of course, but she was such a perfectionist, so that didn't really help.

Jungkook also realized it was better to just let her do her thing and back off.

Flowers?

Yeah, that was the current problem.

Jiwoo was sitting in the livingroom. Flowers were all over the place. All kinds of flowers. Roses, lilies, tulips, snow drops, daisies, sakuras, gladiolus, daffodils.

Changmin was allergic to pollen. Changmin was suffering, but he was also slightly concerned as his mother wouldn't leave anything undone. Which meant she hadn't eaten anything in the past 24 hours.

''Eomma, you need to eat, and I need to get out of this house before I die'' He sniffled.

''I can't right now, I have to-''

''Appa!'' Changmin cut the woman off.

Jungkook came downstairs. He looked between the two people in the living room. Changmin gave him a look, which meant "pick the woman up".

And so he did just that.

''Yah! Put me down! I need to-''

''Eat. I'm not putting you down until you promise to eat something. I can go get you McDonald's, just eat something''

Jiwoo sighed and fell limp on his shoulder. ''Fine''

''Good girl'' He put her down. ''You can continue now, as long as you eat when I get back with your food''

''Promise'' She put her hand on her chest. ''Now, what do you think about pink roses?''

''Whatever you choose will be perfect'' He kissed her head and disappeared out the door.

Jiwoo walked back into the livingroom and chuckled as Ara happily walked around, sniffing all the flowers. Changmin laid on the floor and suffered. ''Eomma, please be done soon''

''I promise, what do you guys think about these?'' She asked and held up a bouquet of pink roses.

''It's your wedding, eomma, not ours'' Changmin sat up. ''I believe that you'll plan the most perfect wedding ever''

''Like or not'' Jiwoo ignored her son's warming words and held the bouquet closer to him.

''They're gorgeous''

Jiwoo jotted down some notes and laid down the flowers. ''Good, now...''

Everyone were having fun, either because of alcohol or because it being a wedding.

Jiwoo was over the moon. She had been dreaming about this day since she first started dating Jungkook 17 years ago!

As they were slow dancing Jiwoo spotted her daughter sitting on a chair, impatiently kicking her tiny legs.

''I think someone else wants to dance with you'' Jiwoo nudged her head in Ara's direction.

''Well, then you're embarrassing Changmin in front of Hana''

''Deal- god we're amazing parents'' Jiwoo allowed her fiancée husband to dance with their daughter. She walked up to their son and held out a hand. ''I'm here per your father's request to embarrass you''

Hana chuckled at Changmin's horrified expression. ''It's fine Changmin, it's totally cool and I won't leave you forever''

Changmin wasn't necessarily embarrassed to dance with his mother, he loved dancing with her, but he kind of wanted to spend some time with Hana.

Altough he'd spotted her with her nose burried in her phone during majority of the wedding. He found it odd, especially since she blew up when he asked her to put it down during the cermony.

He laid one of his hands on his mother's waist and grabbed her right one with his left. As they started swaying Changmin smiled at his mother. ''Finally you're married''

''Why are you so happy?''

''Because you guys are meant to be, and now if you wanna separate it'll be way harder, especially since Ara's a toddler, and because I probably would've died if all those flowers were in our house any longer''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Sorry, should've thought about you more...''

''It's fine. I didn't die. And come on, it's was for your wedding, I can kind of accept the attempted murder'' Changmin released his mother as the song finished.

''Your wife will be the same in the future''

''I know'' He smiled at her and hugged her. ''Goddamn you're short''

''You've gotta stop growing''

''Never'' Changmin walked back to Hana while Jiwoo sat down and watched as her newly-made husband danced with Ara. Ara didn't exactly dance, she stood on Jungkook's feet and he danced for her.

Across the room she could spot her son in a heated argument with Hana. Hana apparently didn't like this and slapped him across the face, before she stormed out.

A moment later her son sat down next to her. His cheek was now bright red. ''So... we won't be seeing more of Hana''

''Jealous type?'' Jiwoo asked.

''Nope, but she's been streaming the whole wedding live since she realized she'd gain some attention from it. I said she was selfish and she shouldn't have done it, she called me a jerk, since "You don't know how it is growing up with weird parents", why she said that I don't know. You guys are the weirdest fucking people I've ever met''

''Changmin! Don't swear!''

The boy shrugged and shoved his hand into the champagne bucket. He got a hand of ice and pressed it to his cheek. ''But goddamn she can slap''

Jiwoo chuckled. ''Women are naturally good at some things''

''Why was I so blind? She's never actually had any intrest in me. Whenever we hung out she kind of just... existed''

''You do crazy things when you're in love. I tattooed Jungkook's name a year after we started dating. Probably the most stupid thing one can do. But so far it's holding up''

Changmin chuckled. ''Well, I shouldn't bring you down on your wedding day. Wanna dance again?'' He stood up and held out his hand.

''Thought you'd never ask'' Jiwoo smiled and took her son's hand.

A more upbeat song started playing for all the kids at the wedding, and Changmin gave his mother a knowing look. ''This is our jam!''

Jungkook watched his wife and son dance like idiots. ''Let's dance for real, Ara''

Ara smiled widely and ran over to the other half of the family. This was the most perfect evening so far, and many more to come.

Jungkook looked at his family adoringly as they made fools out of themselves.

''I wouldn't change this for the world''