#after this i will finally specialize in my chosen field: english as a second language teacher

[louiswilliamtomlinsons]

just registered for my classes. two more and i will be graduating from community college by the end of may!!!

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“The Banquet Rooms of the Grandeur Campus”

③ Human Interest Story ┊ ʸᵒᵘ ʷʰᵒ ʸᵉᵃʳⁿˢ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵘᶦᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʸᵒᵘᵗʰ···ᵗᵒ ᵍᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᵉ ʸᵒᵘⁿᵍ ᵍᵉⁿᵘᶦˢᵉˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵍʳᵃⁿᵗ ᵍᵉⁿᵉʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵍᵒᵒᵈʷᶦˡˡ·

꒰⁺˚₊·₍₍loading...₎₎ ✎...۪۫❁ཻུ۪۪ -ˏˋ 📨 ˊˎ-

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- - ——— ꒰ An article by Nicole “Nikki” Elaine S. Chua ꒱

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On a scorching afternoon where the shouting of children, chasing each other after classes have concluded, and the chattering adults have started to lock up the messy rooms, there was not one place that was quiet. I, on the other hand, had a quest to fulfill under a time limit! The red ballpen flung onto my chair desk when white sheets of paper were clenced by my thin palms. I ran outside past our broken doorstep to our class, over the pastures, and on top of stone-edged floors. Time is ticking... 4, 3, 2, and those squeaky black dull shoes made it! In opening the slim door to the right side of the room, they were like glorifying gates that screeched wide open—awaiting for my arrival. Well, it wasn’t that dramatic, but I was perspired out of sprinting under the gleaming sun. My short legs wobbling for a tiny second. The beads dripping on my worried face were shaken when I entered the room at around the size of a studio-type residence.

It was normal for me to be an errand girl who assists her class and obey her teachers with respect, no matter what school my identification card is designated to. I grew up with that kind of personality: helpful, caring, kind, diligent, and patient. Hence, these exhausted shoes have travelled to many places across gymnasiums, libraries, storage rooms, and laboratories. Though, sometimes, my mind still can’t get used to such a huge room, like that of the faculty rooms. I still become staggered over the hectic aura of the space, where long tables sat in rows, and people in pink & blue uniforms kindling the noise from the outside within. I would look around to see piles of examination papers, rolls of cartolina squeezed into a box, and scattered gadgets for teaching being charged to full energy. This is an article featuring the 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙉𝙚𝙬 𝙀𝙧𝙖 𝙐𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙮: 𝙄𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡.

Throughout the years I’ve walked on those narrow corridors, and climbed up stairs to different floors of the vintage buildings, I also meet ways with many generations. One generation was younger than me—that of clumsy children innocently playing in the fields endlessly. The other was of my age, those who exist with me, as they attempt to finish their studies without tilting their heads to nudges of distraction. Then, there was this generation who were much similar to us—like students in a classroom laughing and sharing stories with each other. They had the knowledge of the world in their hands. In their arms, they carry heavier packages to unbox. Though, unlike the previous generations I meet who simply stepped up and down the stairs, the prudent grown-up smiled back to me, walking slowly pass my agitated shoulder.

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ㅤㅤ ❝ That room that I remember the most, ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ was under construction before the pandemic began. ❞

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I had the desire to help them lift their troubles by standing by their side, but they refuse because it is the role they signed up for, and my position had no power to be elevated to their level. Though, through these words, I know I would be able to do something to display their everyday lives behind teaching the New Era youth, giving the best advice, and serving the school with unconditional love. I was given the chance to be closer to the people who inspired me to present the compassionate self with the direction, ambition, and deduction to offer my best contribution to the world I belong to.

At the back of those generalized comforting grins and caring embraces, come their different fairytales that make the generation a community of teachers—young or old, millennial or Gen X, whatever gender and status they may have. They were a social generation, with hundred of stories to unfold and share to the youth. That was one thing I admired about them the most.

Well, I have encountered many teachers in my life since entering school, but the memory that always stick to my mind is my experiences with the teachers of New Era University: Integrated School. For some, they would cover their face when they recognize their teachers riding on a public vehicle rushing to its detination. Others simply ignore their respected educators when they spot them being at school even if the sun has already tucked in for the day.

However, I was one of those students who waves and greets them with my two-front teeth sticking out in happiness—trekking my way to school, riding shiny metallic jeepneys, and walking through scrapped walls that used to be fully painted. The inspiration flows out when I’m with them—a witness of their trials and ever-changing biographies in their very own home, the school, itself. Yes, the school becomes their shelter, figuratively, because that is how passionate they are in the path they’ve chosen to wander upon.

Then, there’s this vague image that I always remember—a banquet room where teachers eat together side-by-side during lunch breaks. The clanging of plates and utensils compliments the happy vibe of the room. The meals packed in transparent plastic bags from the canteen look fancy because of the optimistic mood all throughout the proximity in between me and the busy adults. Oh, and how could I not forget to mention the signature pancakes by New Era University: Integrated School that some teachers indulge in the most?

The giggles never end when I hear their jokes from afar, while I am walking through their room to return the checked papers I’ve finished to my Filipino teacher in Grade 10. Everyone was like workers in a castle of royalty—busy and preoccupied with their own duties, yet working towards one united purpose, that together creates a vibrant mix of emotions in the great hall. The harmonized melody it produces once the sweat and tears has finally been paid off, truly, the lunch breaks are what makes the banquet more lively. It’s a feast to behold!

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ㅤㅤ❝ Whenever I catch my name, I return it, ㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤwith my good-natured, ‘Hi po, Sir and Ma’am!’ ❞

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On one side were the lockers, where old and new student’s projects filled the barren storage with interesting information. There are multiple brown wooden tables overlapped with colorful designs where groups of teachers sit together. The masters of Science sat at the bench to the wall at the right, while the experts in English stay behind a counter adjacent to the door on the right. People who speak of Filipino, Math, Computer, and MAPEH had benches next to each other in the middle of the bustling hall that was their faculty room. They are not divided, literally, for their workplaces are not distanced from one another. Each part of the table has a customized area per teacher, whose pictures of blood-related family and schedules are inserted under transparent cover—giving them motivation to carry on their sworn responsibility. However, just like BFFs who stick together, some teachers transfer to other tables to enjoy the rest of the day with their close co-faculty members.

They would talk about their personal lives, their interests, and at times, the students & problems they encounter in classes. Some gave glee, but of course, there were also those that gave headaches. That’s why whenever I am presented with a new subject teacher per grade level, I can understand if the they know me well from the narrations of the teachers who’ve handled me. They are aware of my struggles, efforts, and kindness as a pupil of New Era. They are familiarized with this face, the expression, and its body language.

Though, I am still proud that they recognize my batchmates dedication, too. Each teacher imparted values to all their children equally. There was no favoritism, and everyone gets a chance to participate. When we make mistakes, we are still accepted and loved. All this, even though they are humans who are aroused by intense feelings? No matter how impressive, or lowly we are, it is that chance to be better that we are most thankful about in this palace of high education.

All the pictures you’ve seen so far contain significant beings in my life as a student-soon-to-be-adult. That’s the magic of being someone not so known in society or history, but will remain a treasured person in your life—a special connection only you and that person understands, and not everyone else does. Even though I tend to stutter and zip my mouth when I am often in the loud banquet when I do not want to disturb the delightful get-alongs by our educators, eventually I am noticed and asked, “What are you doing here, Nicole Chua?” It’s the admiration that regardless if I was hidden or completely revealing of myself, they help me to speak out and be more confident with the adults. That is something that I also want to influence my classmates with, because these teachers outside lessons and activities are not so intimidating & looming at all!

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ❝ I can recall the cooked dishes and the grades for judging, and I cherish them knowing you cannot taste them again. ❞

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They are friendly, approachable, and absolutely considerate of the many kids they manage from Mondays to Fridays. Off campus is a different story that I can’t personally share for the privacy of their lives, though I would say it’s rough. It’s rough to come back home—to take care of your very own children while finishing school records, bringing along the stress from work into their real dwelling. They are not just mothers and fathers of the campus that caters hundreds of beautiful princes and princesses. They are also parents worried of their own children’s future.

The sicknesses, the loans, the quarrels, and the trickling hourglass—all this is what they must face in the cold, dry evenings. They are vulnerable to all these things that makes them a part of reality, and not just some fantasy with no flaws. It didn’t matter if they were in the coordinator’s office, the cookery laboratory, the office in the second floor, or that special place on the fourth floor. I was there to hear their encounters with their rude children, or the sweet marriage they had. If I clean harder, dart quicker, and volunteer even more, I can appreciate them who were not supernatural beings veiled in fiction. They sacrifice for that hope, that they will teach the next generations how to educate those after them, and those before them. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙢𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙨 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺.

One time, I was holding onto the dream of being a part of the school’s newspaper—it was my “𝗛𝗨𝗗𝗬𝗔𝗧” to fulfill the vision, reflected by that tender link I had with that story. The tension was still on me when I came to the opening. I had no clue why I felt that way, even if I’ve entered too many banquet halls at that point. Though, I was determined to open that door and introduce myself with the passion I had. She was someone I did not know so much back then, but now, I’m writing this article because of her instruction. Her proficient Filipino words, and the lectures she offered to us. There was the excitement, the uplifting compliments, and the will to keep on writing. This may be the last time that we will be coupled for education, but I’m hoping to see our names as staff on the front page. Am I too much, or was that a mysterious ending?

Teachers in general only want the best for their learners, for influencing their lives is the greatest fulfillment. They can be strict or relatable, but together, they spend the rest of the day in the banquet room, merrily toasting for a job well done. In this monumental learning institution, many important people shall rise and do their part in society, away from the fairytales and fictional playtime. Perhaps, next time, if you can also observe your own school’s faculty room, you can hear their stories—the sounds of a feast, and assist them in preparing for the afternoon festivities.

I hope you were able to see the beautiful reality of the teachers of New Era University: Integrated School with my own eyes. Do greet them hello, or help them in your tiny acts the next time you see them, and it will definitely brighten their day. Thank you for reading their ordinary tales! Come back again in another blog where my fantasies become realities! A Nikki reminder: let’s help one another to rise up to success, instead of degrading one another to failure!

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ It’s the ultimate desire, and yet I felt so anxious, ㅤㅤ ㅤbut now we’re so close, yet so far between screens. ❞

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· * ✫ * ⊹ * ˚ . . 　　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · . * · . · · + . ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ· ** ˚ . . + 　　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · . *

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ. . + 　· ⋆ * . * . . · . · .˚ ⊹ · * ✧ ⋆ · * . · . · · .. . .

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ· + ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ· * ✫ * ⊹ * ˚

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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ. · + . *

ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ⋆ * . * . .

ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ . · ·

ㅤㅤ﹙dedication. ﹚ ୨˚୧ ˚ ༘♡.↳ ₊˚‧

This blog is dedicated to “I am a Teacher,” for her patience, remarks, rainbow scarfs, adorable dogs, and wonderful words given to me. You are My Most Precious Treasure in this writing journey, from blandness to vividness.

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➫ Ma’am JB

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➫ Sir Prince

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➫ Teacher Med

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➥ Source of Information

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➫ Briefly shared stories by her teachers

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[ddaengsopemin]

Worlds Away - Ch 4 (Final)

Genre: Online Dating!AU - Smut & Fluff

Pairing: Jimin x Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Language, Slight Dom/Sir kink. Let me know if I am missing anything! ^^;

Plot: You met Jimin through your favorite online video game. Finding out that he lived on the other side of the world from you. You both quickly fell for each other, and dealt with the issues that come with online dating. Although, some temptations are too hard to turn away. Especially when your significant other is nowhere near.

A/N: Well….This took so much longer than it should have to be finished. I got a random burst of inspo, so I hope you like it. Thank you for giving the rest of the chapters so much love. ^^ (Any quotes in italics is being spoken in Korean)

Four years.

It had been four long years since the day Jimin stepped over the threshold of your small apartment and walked away.

You would have been lying to yourself if you said it was easy to let him walk away. Easy to not pack up your things and take the next flight to Korea. No, it wasn’t easy. It was one of the hardest things you have ever had to do, as you closed your door behind him and cried harder than you ever thought you had in your life.

Not much had changed between the two of you, other than the heightened sexual tension, and even worse, the longing to be in each other's arms once again. You still spoke over skype every day, and every once in a while you would join him and Taehyung for a round or two of video games. Before your job and your intense studies sucked you in like a black hole.

There was one thing that had changed since Jimin left, and that was within yourself. You were firm in your decision to change your major half way through your freshman year of university. Moving from a business major, to a linguist major had been fairly easy, since it was your first year and you were only working on your basics. Your counselor raised her eyebrows so far when you told her you were going to specialize in Korean that you thought her eyes were going to pop out of her head, as it was not an often occurrence for the language to be chosen. Most students chose French, or Spanish when entering this field. But, you had made your decision and you were sticking with it no matter who tried to detour you.

At first, learning the alphabet and how to pronounce the words had seemed daunting, but once you got into the flow of it it was like second nature. The letters and syllables forming the words roll off your tongue as if it was your native language. After receiving the highest marks of your class, you graduated Summa Cum Laude. Walking the stage to receive your diploma was the happiest you had been in those 4 years. As you looked over to where your parents said they were sitting, and met their gleeful, cheering faces, you felt your heart sink and your smile falter. Jimin wasn’t there. He should have been there. Cheering for you alongside your parents. You understood, however. Things were tight with his schedule, as the boys had come a long way since you started dating. He was very busy, and you knew that. It still did not stop your heart from longing for him to be there. You nodded to yourself, thinking the long haul was over, and now was the beginning of your lives together.

Your parents were thrilled, as were your closest friends. All of you were sitting around the table of your favorite restaurant, chowing down on some appetizers. 

“Y/N.” You mom called your attention from the plate you were zoning out on. “When will you be leaving?”

“Ah. My flight takes off in a week. I figured that would be enough time to get everything I need in order.” You nodded.

“Have you found a place to live?” Your best friend chirps from beside you.

“No.” You sigh. “That has been the most difficult part, unfortunately.”

She pursed her lips and nodded, you looked up just in time to see the concern passing over your mom’s face before quickly disappearing. “I will make sure I secure a place before I leave, so you guys do not have to worry about that.”

“Okay!” Your best friend held a thumbs up before turning to continue the conversation going on with the rest of your friends.

“Just don’t let anyone take advantage of you while you are there.” Your father gruffed. “I still do not like that we have not met this Jimin, but you are moving across the globe to be with him.” He was almost pouting at this point.

“Dad, don’t worry about me.” You said as you grasped his hands in yours. His thumbs rubbing over the backs of your hands. “I will call you both every chance I get, and you can come visit me whenever you want. I will scold Jimin for you for not visiting last time he was in your area.” You smirked, a devilish gleam behind your eyes.

Your dad chuckled as he let go of your hands. “You were always a tough girl. You can’t blame me for worrying.”

You nodded as your plates heaped with food were placed in front of you, the rest of dinner going by filled with laughter and reminiscing on various memories throughout your life.

As you were all leaving the restaurant, you hugged your mother and your father tightly. Thanking them for everything, and promising to visit them as often as you could. You did the same to your friends, lingering a little longer when it came to your best friend. You cried as you hugged her, thanking her over and over for being in your life. She pulled apart from you, wiping your tears.

“This isn’t goodbye, silly. I will still text you everyday, and will come visit when I can. You best do the same for me! Okay?” You nodded and brought her back into your embrace. Only letting go once her Uber arrived and you were forced to leave each other.

“One last thing,” She yelled, one foot in the car. “You tell Park Jimin if he ever hurts you, it’s not hard to get a flight to Korea!”

You laughed, wiping more tears that fell from your eyes. “I will! I love you!”

“I love you too!” She said as she got into the car. Blowing you a kiss and waving through the open window.

Crazy girl….She’s going to get into so much trouble without me… You thought as you made your way to your own apartment.

-1 week later-

You slipped your cab fare into the driver’s hand as you tugged your backpack over your shoulders and made your way inside the airport. You don’t know how you did it, but you managed to secure a place to live and movers that would have all of your belongings in your apartment in time of your arrival. You had also been offered a job at a company almost as soon as you woke up the day after your graduation. Your salary was much, much higher than you had expected, as it was difficult to find linguists who would move to Korea. They would be paying you more than enough for your expenses, and you would have lots of play money left over. That did mean that you would have to be on call at all times since you were fluent in English, and would have to account for time differences.

Your parents bought you a first class ticket, among other things for your new apartment, as a graduation present. What you didn’t expect, was for them to buy you a pod of all things! You would have been perfectly comfortable in a regular seat, but now that you were here and saw everything that came with the pod seating, you happily accepted their gift.

The long flight went by without any issues. You mainly slept, but spent your time eating and watching movies where you were awake. You were surprised when the pilot called for all passengers to return to their seats and prepare for landing, as you did not think that much time had passed.

Thanking the flight attendants as you walked off the plane, you secure your backpack and took a deep breath, heading to baggage claim. Finding your bags was rather easy, as they were bright pastel blue and purple.

There was a line of taxis outside the airport, eagerly awaiting passengers needing a ride. You hopped into the nearest one and gave the driver your address. He said it wouldn’t be a long drive, as you bucked up and nodded at him with a smile.

As he drove you took in the sights of Seoul. It was much more beautiful than you had ever imagined. The bright blue sky, further illuminated by the sun beaming down on the tall skyscrapers, basking in its warmth.

“May I roll down the window?” You asked.

“Of course, my car is yours while you are here.” The driver responded.

As you rolled down your window the spring air whipped around your hair. You took in a deep breath and smiled. Letting go of all the stress and heartache the last 4 years had brought you. You were glad it was all over, but now the real stress of a new job begins. A thought you didn’t dwell on for long, as the excitement of being in a new city, and so close to Jimin was stronger. Much stronger.

The driver pulls up to your apartment and helps you get your bags out of the trunk.

“Thank you.” You said to him with a slight bow, he returned the gesture and told you to have a good day.

Typing in the code your landlord gave you, you opened your apartment door to all of your belongings neatly placed in their respective areas, according to what was written on their box. You sighed as you walked into your new home. A closet for your jacket on the left, and a rack for your shoes on the right. You took off your shoes and put on your slippers as you reached out and ran your fingers along the counter to your left, the kitchen sitting on the other side of that counter. To your right, your TV had been neatly mounted to the wall, built in bookshelves framing it on either side. Straight ahead down a small hallway and to the left was the door to your bathroom. A normal bathroom as any, but what made your heart swell was the his and hers sinks. You pictured yourself standing next to Jimin, brushing your teeth getting ready for your day. At night, sloppily trying to take off your clothes between heated kisses, trying to stumble over each other to get into the shower. Shaking your head and tapping your now heated cheeks you closed the door and stepped into what would be your bedroom. To your left stood a door that led into your bathroom. A little bit further to your left was the door to your closet, again it wasn’t anything too special. The flutters returned to your heart at the thought of Jimin’s clothes being nestled tightly next to yours. In the center of your room was your bed. Side tables and dresser being placed exactly where you would have put them if you had moved them yourself.

“Wow...they really didn’t have to go to this much trouble….” You whispered as your hand ran along your dresser, looking at your TV that had been mounted just like the one in your living room. You spoke a quiet thank you to whomever was listening that the kind movers did this, as you did not think you would have been able to do it yourself. To the right of your bed was a sliding door that led out to a small balcony. The view from your balcony almost took your breath away. Since your company was paying you much more than you had expected, you decided to splurge a little on an apartment almost smack dab in the center of Seoul, and if you looked to the left you had a nice view of the mountains outside of the bustling city.

You turned around and walked back into your apartment, throwing yourself on your bed letting the sleep that was nudging at the back of your mind since you walked into your apartment take hold, falling into a deep sleep without the weight of school, jobs, or the move slipping from your shoulders as you inhaled deeply.

When you woke up, the sun had already set. Stretching your limbs, groaning as your muscles tightened, and your bones cracked. You looked at your phone, eyes widening at the 20 text messages from Jimin, and the 5 missed calls on your skype. “What is with him?” You tisked. Soon realizing that you were not in your home town anymore, you were across the globe, where the time is different. Slapping yourself on your forehead, you quickly responded that you had just fallen asleep, and that you were in fact fine. Keeping your move a secret from Jimin had been one of the hardest things to keep from him. Making things up about your supposed major, threatening your friends and family within an inch of their lives not to say anything. You were happy that you would soon not have to keep your little plans a secret. You made a quick trip to the nearest market to grab some dinner and necessities for your home. Giggling to yourself as you picked up a blue cup and toothbrush, and a matching purple one to go alongside it.

After you ate, you began unpacking your living room. Putting your various books, video games, movies, and plushies on the shelves next to your TV. The kitchen was next, followed by your bathroom, and then your room. It did not take you long to unpack as the movers had done a lot of the work for you, and you brought as little as possible from your old home and sold or donated the rest. You smiled a wide smile as you brushed your teeth, looking at the cup and toothbrush that Jimin would soon be calling his own. Turning off the lights and giddily hopping into bed, you texted Jimin goodnight before putting down your phone and quickly falling asleep.

“Goodnight? Why is she texting me goodnight?” Jimin asked as he showed his phone to Taehyung. Who just shrugged in response.

“I mean, it is 1:00 pm her time….” Jimin twitched his head to the side, staring at his phone.

“Who knows man, maybe she is just taking a nap and misspoke. Focus on the game now, will ya?” Taehyung tutted as he tossed a pillow at his best friend.

“I know. I know. I just miss her. Maybe I’m reading too much into it. Maybe I should go visit her.” He sulked.

“You know you can’t. Our schedules are just too tight right now.” Taehyung sighed. Jimin huffed, and nodded before putting his full attention back into the game they were currently playing. Jungkook screaming in his ear as they won, yet another, match.

The only person, other than your friends and family, that you had let in on your plan was Taehyung. You needed someone to help you find various items, and of course an apartment to live in. You needed to thank him later for finding you such a good place. “It’s a 5 minute walk from the dorms, too.” You laughed as you heard the playfulness behind his voice. You could almost hear him wiggling his eyebrows through the receiver. “Ah, Tae! Stop it. Just remember, keep him busy and DO NOT say a word to him about this.” You nagged him.

“Yeah, yeah. My lips are sealed. Wouldn’t want to ruin this for our precious Jiminie, now would we. Bye bye now!” You heard the click of his phone directly after that, shaking your head and laughing before diving back into studying for your last exam.

The next morning you woke up to hear the birds chirping from outside your window. Pulling yourself out of bed, you wrapped a robe around your frame and quickly made yourself a cup of coffee. You sat on your porch inhaling the scent deeply before drinking the warm liquid down. As you were about to jump in the shower, you texted Jimin and asked him for a favor. You had wanted him to pick up something you had ordered online, and send it to you. He asked a million questions a second, before agreeing once you had thoroughly calmed him down. You patted yourself on the back for quickly thinking up the fib. Telling him you found something you liked online, but did not feel comfortable giving the person your address, even if it was so far away. Jimin agreed with you, and said he would be at the address you gave him in an hour, and would text you when he picked it up.

You showered quickly, and wrapped a towel around yourself as you began blow drying your hair. When you were done, you applied a little bit of makeup. You pulled out the lingerie that you had bought specifically for this moment. A black bustier, that hugged your curves perfectly, ending at a pair of lace black boy shorts that you were sure would have Jimin’s eyes bugging out of his head. As a final touch you put on some thigh high stockings, that had cute blue bows at the top. Nodding in the mirror at your appearance, you moved to top it off with your favorite pair of jeans, and a t-shirt. Inconspicuous indeed Y/N….. You laughed to yourself as you checked the time on your phone. Jimin had texted you 10 minutes ago that he was on his way. He should be almost here then… You thought.

You anxiously paced your living room for what felt like hours, before those 3 magic knocks wrapped upon your door. Your heart lurched itself into your throat as you tripped over your own two feet trying to get to the door. With your hand on the door knob you took a deep breath, and put your hand over your heart willing it to stop beating so hard before turning and unlocking the door.

As you opened it, you were met with the top of a black baseball cap with blonde hair wildly poking out of the sides of it. The boy wearing thick rimmed glasses and a face mask staring down at his phone, oblivious to someone opening the door.

“Now, where are your manners, Park Jimin?” You asked in a sultry voice, grateful that it didn’t crack or show how absolutely thrilled you were to have him standing in front of you.

He visibly stiffened as he looked up from his phone, his mouth hanging wide open under his face mask. His eyes opened as wide as they probably ever have, staring at you as you stood there.

“Are you gonna come in, or not?” You said as you lifted your fingers to his chin and pushed his mouth closed. He simply nodded and followed you into your apartment. The second he got his shoes off, his brain seemed to have caught up with what was going on. He turned you around and crashed you into his chest. Wrapping his arms tightly around you, burying his face into your neck. Deeply inhaling the scent of everything that is you. You wrapped your arms around his waist, giggling at his reaction to you being here.

“How, when, why?! Why are you here?!” He asked, you were not sure if he was on the verge of tears, or excitement.

“If you don’t want me here, I can always go back.” You laughed into his chest. He looked at you and firmly shook his head before slotting you back into place against him.

“Let’s have lunch, shall we?” You asked as you pulled away, taking his hand in yours and leading him to the table where you had already placed the take out you ordered shortly before he arrived.

As you were eating, you told him everything about how you had come to live in Korea. He cursed at the fact that Taehyung knew this entire time, but after you told him not to be mad at the poor boy, he nodded and said he understood why he kept it a secret.

“I’m going to have to punish you for lying to me this whole time...you know that right?” He was looking at you from the corner of his eye, but you didn’t miss the mischievous glint swimming behind them.

“Of course, sir…” You replied in perfect Korean.

Those 3 words turned the mischievous glint, into full blow lust. You saw the change in him as he sat a little straighter, started licking and biting at his lips, and of course the way his pupils were blown wide as he looked at you.

He stood from his chair and stalked towards you like an animal hunting his prey. He held out his hand to you, and expectantly raised his eyebrows. You put your hand in his. As you stood he spun you around, your hands bracing the wall as he molded his body to your back. His lips attached to your neck and you sighed into his kiss.

“Do you know how much I’ve missed you? How much I have craved you? To feel you against me, under me, above me?” He said as he punctuated each question with a sharp roll of his hips into your backside.

All you could do was groan as you put your head back to lean against his shoulder. He took the opportunity as your chest pushed upwards to roam his hands from your hips to your breasts. Massaging them in each of his palms. You took one of your hands and pushed it in between your bodies to palm at his clothed erection. His eyes snapped open as he spun you around, pushing you back into the wall while pinning your arms above your head.

“Now, now. I didn’t say you could touch me, did I?” He said as he ran his nose along your jaw, causing you to shiver under his touch. “Words, princess.”

“No, sir. You didn’t say I could touch you.” You sighed out as he pressed his body flush with yours. Eyes looking deeply into yours as he nudged your nose with his own.

“Naughty girl.” He chuckled darkly. “We’re going to have to do something about that now aren’t we?”

You didn’t have the chance to answer him properly, as the second he got the last syllable of his question out he crashed his lips into yours. Tongue immediately swiping your bottom lip to gain entrance to your enticing mouth. As you kissed, he hugged his body to yours, relishing in the feeling of having you with him again. He could break out into tears at the fact that he would now have you with him for good, that you wouldn’t have to part from each other. At that thought he pushed both of you off the wall, leading you into your bedroom without breaking the kiss.

He tossed you down on the bed, with him following shortly after. Settling himself in between your legs as he kissed you deeply, not willing to part from you for a single second. Not yet, at least.

You had been lazily making out for what felt like forever, but seconds all at the same time, he lifted off of you. His fingers skirting the hem of your t-shirt.

“Let’s see what you’re hiding under here. Shall we?”

You returned his mischievous smile from earlier as you stood up from your bed, pushing his shoulders until he was laying flat on his back. Propping up his head on the hands he had laced behind his head. You made a show of taking off your shirt, swaying your hips as you moved to remove your jeans. You noticed Jimin licking his lips as you revealed what was underneath. Climbing up on his lap, your knees on either side of his hips, you continued to put on a show for him.

You put your hands on his chest and rolled your hips against him a couple times before leaning down, giving him a nice view of your chest, and kissing the length of his neck, moving along his jawline, before reaching his ear on the other side.

“I bought all of this just for you, sir. They’ve been under my clothes this whole time and you didn’t even have a clue.” You practically moaned into his ear. You gasped when you felt the palm of his hand reach your cheek in a loud smack. Even more to his liking, you groaned when his hand did the same thing to the other side. His hands slid up your body, landing at your waist as he began to side you over his clothed length. You delightfully moaned into his ear, a sound he wished to hear more of.

He tapped your thighs, signaling for you to sit up. When he did he ripped his shirt off his body, and undid the button on his jeans and you eagerly helped push them off his body along with his boxers. You slid your hands along the length of his chest, spending a little extra time feeling the deep ridges of his abs along your fingertips, moving to sit on your knees on the floor as you did so. He raised himself up, propping himself with his hands, and looked down at your expectantly. He threw his head back and groaned when you wrapped your hand around his cock and gave an experimental squeeze. While he was distracted, you took him into your mouth. Rolling your tongue around the head. Your actions caused him to completely lose strength as his arms gave out and his back hit the mattress. As he regains his composure he completely sits up, pulling your hair out of your face and bunching it up into his fist. You took the action as him wanting you to take him deeper, which you happily obliged. It took your gag reflex a moment to settle down, but once it did you were able to take all of him down your throat. Stilling for a second, he began to lose patience as he began to thrust up into your mouth.

“Ah, princess. That feels so good…” He groaned as he thrust his hips upwards. As he did this, you rubbed your hands up and down his thighs, letting him know you were okay and he could keep going. It was when you cupped his balls and began rolling them in your hand that he pulled you off of him with a loud pop.

“You want me to cum in that filthy mouth of yours, don’t you?” He asked. His voice dropped an octave as he fell deeper and deeper into the lust that was clouding his brain. You wiped your lips as you looked up at him with the most innocent eyes you could muster, and nodded.

“Come here.” He said as he held his arms out to you to pull you back onto his lap. He reconnected his lips to yours for a brief moment before he flipped you onto your back. His hands finding their way to the hem of the stocking you were wearing, he moved to the floor as he began pulling them down. Kissing every area they were once covering, pulling them off as he reached your ankles. Then did the same thing to your other leg. His hands roamed their way back up your body, and slipped under the waistband of your lace boyshorts. He looked up at you, when you nodded your underwear were discarded with your stockings. Leaving the bottom half of you exposed to him.

He maneuvered himself back up until he was eye level with your dripping core. “All of this, for me?” He sighed as he took in a deep breath. When you didn’t immediately answer him, he smacked the outside of your thigh. “Yes, yes. Only for you. Only ever for you.” You yelped. “Now please, Jimin….Plea-ohhhh..” You stuttered as he licked a long stripe from your entrance to your clit. Where he stayed, flicking the bundle of nerves as if his life depended on it. Your back arching off of your bed and your hands intertwining with the light strands of his hair. He chuckled as you gargled out a moan as he entered two fingers into you. Curling his fingers just enough to reach the spot inside you that had galaxies twisting and turning behind your eyelids.

Goosebumps rose along your skin as you reached your high quicker than you thought was ever imaginable. You didn’t even have time to warn Jimin, not that he cared. “Jimin!” You screamed as he continued on his mission, Not letting up for even a second. You tried to push him off of you, but your limbs weren’t working correctly as the pleasure started to overwhelm the pain of overstimulation.

“One more...hmm?...I know you can be good and give me one more.” He whispered as his fingers continued their movements inside of you, moving his mouth back to your clit once you nodded. Your hands were gripping his hair tighter as he sent you hurtling towards your second high in mere minutes. You cried out, your body convulsing uncontrollably as you orgasmed around his fingers. You could barely hear his coos of praise as the rushing waves of pleasure took over all your senses. He waited for you to come back to him before he moved on, stroking your hair, and making sure you were okay. He was sure that was the first time anyone had ever done that for you, and he didn’t want to push you too hard.

“Are you okay, love?” He asked when he saw the light return to your eyes. You nodded with a smile and he put his hands on the front clasp of your bustier, not moving an inch until you gave him the okay. When you simply nodded, his face set into a deep frown. “How many times must sir tell you, I need to hear words, princess. Do I need to make this ass red again since you can’t listen?” He asked while grabbing a handful of your cheeks and squeezing. “No! I’m sorry, sir. I will be good. Please, please, continue.” You rushed the words out so fast you weren’t sure he understood. Your body already alight for more pleasure that was guaranteed to come from the man draping himself across your body. After a quick peck, he moved his hands back to the front of your bustier, undoing the clasp and sliding the garment away from your body. He massaged your breasts as he lavished your neck with all the bite marks and bruises you could ever need or want. When he pinched your hardened nipple, you shoved your chest into his hand with a gasp. Moans escaping your lips as he rolled the pebbled bud between his fingers, while flicking the other with his tongue. He switched sides, drinking every single noise you made in, remembering the sounds as if this were the last time he would ever get to hear them. When he felt like they had gotten the attention they deserved, he moved back up to your mouth. Lazily rolling his tongue with yours as he had done before. As if he had all the time in the world. You reached for his cock, which had been angry and leaking for a good amount of time now, and lined it up with your center. After one final kiss, he slowly began pushing himself in. Dropping his head into your neck, groaning at the way your heat enveloped him, a feeling he was certain he would never be able to get over.

“Jimin, move. Please move.” You signed as you felt him bottom out. “You don’t need to tell me twice.” He chuckled as he began thrusting in and out of you. You thanked Taehyung and his smart brain for finding you an apartment that was on the corner of your building. You didn’t have to worry about your headboard knocking against the wall, clueing your neighbors in on what you were doing.

Jimin’s bangs began sticking to his forehead as he propped himself up above you on his arm. He used his other arm to prop your leg on his shoulder. With one thrust at this new angle, he pushed deeper into you than you thought was possible. He stilled for a moment, looking up at the ceiling and moaned as your nails raked his arms. Leaving crescent shapes in the taut muscles. When he began slamming into you, reaching down to draw sloppy figure eights into your clit is when you lost all coherent thought.

“Are you gonna cum, hmm?” He cooed. “Are you gonna cum around your sir’s cock and make yourself all messy for me?”

“Yes! Yes! Please, sir, please make me cum around your cock.” You yelled as his thrusts became sloppier.

“Cum then. Hurry up, don’t make your sir wait.” He commanded, and with one final thrust you were a shrieking, shuttering mess beneath him. He put your leg down and grabbed your hips. Thrusting in and out of you so hard you had to brace yourself against the headboard to keep from getting a concussion.

“Finish inside of me, sir. Please. I need you to finish inside of me.” You begged, as he came closer and closer to his end. When you wrapped your legs around his waist in an effort to bring him impossibly closer is when his arms gave out, landing on top of you as you felt his warmth fill you to the brim, moaning into your mouth as he sloppily kissed you. Thrusting slowly in and out of you until he became too sensitive to continue. With one final kiss to your forehead, he shuffled off the bed and into your bathroom to retrieve a towel.

When he came back you noticed he was smiling and holding something. You looked over at him as he held up the blue cup and toothbrush.

“Is this….mine?” He said shyly, a complete contrast to the person that was just inside you, commanding you to cum around him.

“Yes…” You said. Ducking your head underneath the duvet. “I got it in case...you know….you ever wanted to stay the night. Or whatever.”

You felt your mattress dip under his weight as he pulled the blanket away from your face. “I would love to take you up on that offer. Now, let’s get you cleaned up.” He said as he set the cup on the bedside table.

You ordered takeout and watched movies wrapped up in each other for the rest of the night. The only difference was, this time when you fell asleep on the couch and woke up a couple hours later, Jimin was still next to you. Still fast asleep, without a care in the world. You began tracing his features with the lightest feather like touch, moving the strands of his hair out of his face before moving down his nose to his lips. You don’t know when he woke up, but you couldn’t miss the light peck of his lips against your fingers as his eyes fluttered open.

“Did you sleep well, my love?” You blushed at being caught admiring your boyfriend. You weren’t sure why, you’d been together for 7 years now. You had been caught staring at him more than once. Perhaps it was because this was much more intimate. Much closer than you had been over the past 4 years. Your heart swelled as you thought about how you would be spending the rest of your foreseeable life like this. You nodded as you cuddled closer into his chest, feeling his chest shutter with the chuckles rolling through him as he cradled you closer to his body.

“Let’s go get in bed. Yeah?” He said. His voice was heavy with sleep. You nodded and begrudgingly pulled yourself from his warmth and made your way to your bedroom. Pulling back the sheets and laying down, he took the other side of the bed and pulled you flush with him. Both of your breaths becoming deep and slow as sleep once again pulled you under.

-6 months later-

Life in Korea was far better than anything you expected. Although, if you were honest with yourself you did not know what you were expecting. Your job was fantastic and you got along well with your coworkers. Being on call 24/7 wasn’t that bad, as it was only once or twice a week you were called by a potential investor outside of work hours. Even then, you were able to speak with them from the comfort of your own home.

Jimin was spending more time at your place than the apartment he shared with Taehyung. Tae of course pouted at this, but you made him feel better by setting up a second TV in your living room so you could all play your favorite video games together. You also relished at the fact that you made Tae blush when you told him he could now find a girlfriend of his own to bring home, and not having to worry about Jimin being there. The rest of Jimin’s friends were great. You met them slowly, one by one, as their schedules are getting busier by the day. The couple of times you hung out with them all together, you compared them to a pack of wild hyenas. Which sent Jimin into hysterics at the picture forming in his mind, telling you it was true between giggle fits.

Jimin and his company made a deal that they wouldn’t force him to continue the fake relationship with Rose, if he would make his relationship with you public. Thinking it would boost their sales if his fans knew he was happy and healthy. That they would believe the words behind his music more than they already had.

You were lost in thought walking down the streets of Seoul after lunch, hand in hand with Jimin. Your thoughts had drifted to how happy you were to be here with him, and patting yourself on the back for making the decision you did.

“What are you thinking about, love?” Jimin asked, turning to face you, stopping you in your tracks.

Wide eyed, you answered him honestly, without so many words. “I love you.”

His eyes closed with how big of a smile he was wearing, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead before saying, “I love you, too. Always have, always will. Thank you for moving here.”

You began walking back towards your apartment when he ran around to face you, once again forcing you to skid to a halt. You looked at him as he began rummaging around in his pocket. You looked at him questioningly, before it all clicked in your head as he sank down to the ground.

“J-J-Jimin….?”

“Y/N…” He began, swallowing his nerves. “Will you marry me?”

You began crying as you nodded at him, your hands covering your mouth. You held out your hand to him as he placed the beautiful silver ring with a single diamond in the center around your finger. He wrapped you in a tight hug, tears of his own falling from his eyes. Even as the clicking of cameras could be heard from all around you, all you could focus on was Jimin, and all that made him, him.

He planted a loving kiss right on your lips, and whispered in your ear, “Thank you for making me the happiest man alive, Y/N. I will do everything I can to make you happy for the rest of yours.”

That was a promise that he kept, for the rest of your lives together.