#call me yln foreign

[flormaracuja]

some khh wallpapers/posters

[f-ngrl]

3 current albums

that i like/recommend :) if korean trap is dying, these albums are saying “not yet”.

Jayci yucca, dnss - S3X AND THE CITY. 10 songs, 29 min 38 sec.

it’s a dream come true for me!! i usually don’t like ballad-y and pop songs, but jayci yucca was always my exception. i liked all his cute and sweet songs and rock songs. i never imagined he would actually make a trap album just for fun some day. and it is so much fun for me too! it’s very much a no skip album. and ofc producer dnss needs to be mentioned. after they made an album with love songs together, i love how they decided to do a multiple-album project together ^_^ features: kid wine, the quiett, lobonabeat!, skinny brown, leellamarz, don malik, yukon from 0wave, kvsh, street baby, ys block, ny kid.

youtube | apple music | spotify

Mac Kidd - RAMPAGE, 11 songs, 25 min 28 sec

I’m so glad i finally remembered to follow mac kidd on spotify just a few days before this album came out. i was so happy! lately i couldn’t find many rappers that i like but i found him. it isn’t as aggressive as his other songs that i like so much, but still nice and solid! the songs are very short but that’s not unusual. this is what you’d expect from a nice fine underground album. no song gives reason to skip. features: roh yunha, bill stax, choo, yln foreign, oygli, paloalto, huh!.

youtube | apple music | spotify

Koreangroove - RED GROOVE, 7 songs, 15 min 53 sec

the man is unstoppable! founder of friemilli is setting an example and releaseing soo much (good!) music this year and last year, i love it! and finally i understand the meaning behind the colors :D his name is koreangroove right, and this series of EPs are called “white groove”, “blue groove”, “red groove” - the colors of korea. it seems the series is completed with this one. once again, all songs are good! features: chilln homie, dawn dox, rosy barbie, dj 2bae, m!kyle, lil poet, ny dogg, kitsyojii

youtube | apple music | spotify

[noweyesee]

hello! here for the free reading game(?) i hope its still available:)

my question is how will my future spouse be?

L.S, pisces sun, virgo moon and gemini rising:)

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tommy shelby

marital bliss. tommy shelby.

part two

concept: yn’s family is down on their luck, for want of a better phrase. tommy comes up with a rather extreme solution.

The walls of YN’s house were thin, so it was inevitable that everyone would have heard her sobs, no matter how hard she tried to keep them quiet. She didn’t dare dabble in the thought of what everyone was saying about her after her… let’s say dramatic exit. Though she tried, she imagined the widened eyes and passing comments, and that only made her sob more.

She had resorted to smothering her face with a pillow, but that, too, was thin and acted as no barrier.

Outside, Tommy, despairingly, listened to her cries. He had come with rather strong intentions, marching after her not long after her outburst, once the residual shock had passed. The stairs thumped under him as he followed her, calling her name to no avail until she resoundingly slammed the door in his face. Trying to keep a bottle on his anger (he certainly wasn’t used to not being adhered to), he stood poised outside the door, teeth clenched as he debated whether there would ever be a good time to knock, rather than when it would arise. He exhaled deeply, struggling to listen to her sobs. Every time she went quiet and he found the courage to raise his fist and knock, she started again, and Tommy felt like a trespasser.

Still, he was glad he was here rather than downstairs, where the atmosphere was just as, if not more, awful. YN’s mother began to cry immediately after her daughter left, and Jack was left with wide eyes and to question why his mum was crying, innocent curiosity and all. Arthur, John and himself stood confused and hesitant, watching how Aunt Polly reached forward to console her. They had often admired Mrs YLN’s commitment to strength, and so watching her fragility was like witnessing the family dog speak. Therefore, he went after YN, not his discomfort of the dining room being the sole reason for his departure, of course. The thought of YN being alone, sorrowful, made his feet itch. Yet, he’d been listening outside her door for a while, withstanding any further action.

If anyone knew YN most, it was Tommy. They’d been friends for a long time now, in retrospect, their whole lives. Growing up alongside each other led to a certain connection YN feigned to find with anyone else, not that she’d really want to. She found it interesting how quickly time had passed them by, and how they’d both grown and matured so differently. Watching how Small Heath began to revolve around Tommy was odd, too, and only furthered the feeling that they were in completely different spheres. Though this separation persisted, the relationship between the two didn’t falter for a moment, and YN was eternally grateful.

Tommy wasn’t exactly gifted in the emotion department, and, despite their closeness, this showed. When it came to those he held dear, however, he had no option but to try his best. A little joke and a ruffle of the hair worked best for his brothers; he didn’t know how well that would go down with YN.

Still, he persevered.

A knock to the door seemed to work a treat at stopping her crying, but it remained closed, even after a few seconds. He furrowed a brow, leaning a fist on the doorframe before knocking again. While the anticipation gnawed away at him, he rubbed the nape of his neck, actively sighing in a lack of patience.

“I– I don’t want to talk to anyone,” came a muffled voice behind the door, interjected by hiccups from sobbing.

“It’s me,” Tommy said, as if that would make any difference.

Yet, it did. He heard distant footsteps, and the door creaked open not too long after. He peered intently through the gap, meeting YN’s reddened eyes, her nose running and eyelashes clumped together above the blotchiness of her cheeks. He offered a warm smile, noting the foreign feeling on his face.

“I still don’t want to talk to anyone,” she said, stubbornly, turning away. A good sign, however, being that she didn’t close the door.

“Fine,” he replied, following her inside. “We’ll just, sit here in silence, if that’s what you want.”

YN dumped herself down on the edge of the bed, clasping her hands in her lap, defeated. She didn’t have the capacity to laugh at Tommy’s preposterousness, aiming at tricking her into seeing her own.

He sighed, placing his hands in his pockets, quietly shutting the door behind him and shuffling to stand in the corner of the room. YN could have rolled her eyes, had she had the energy, at his distinct inability to even pretend to be remotely human. When they were younger, Tommy was particularly talented at making everything seem okay again, the man that had come back in his place had changed a bit. He was rougher around the edges, a statue that had been carved out by his trauma with a rusty chisel. YN feared that if it wasn’t for their time together already established, what they had would cease to exist. YN shook her head of the thought. Tommy watched her bite her lip, tears trailing past her cheeks with a blank expression. In distress, he scratched the top of his head, he hadn’t had to deal with this in a while.

Eventually, after possibly the longest silence in mankind, Tommy gave in. He pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and strode over to the bed, staring at the space beside her as a signal for her to move along. Begrudgingly, she did, scoffing at him in the meantime. He grunted when he sat down beside her, exhaling deeply with a drop of his shoulders. Resting his hands on his knees, he turned to YN, who had resorted to staring at the floor.

“Here,” he said, brandishing a handkerchief from his chest pocket and dangling it in front of her. She gulped, rolling her eyes and snapping it off him. He retracted his hands, eyes wide at her predator-like nature.

She wiped her nose, sighing.

Tommy crossed his hands in his lap, looking forward, searching for the words to say. The last time he saw YN cry was when he returned from the War, and they were at least happy tears.

Here, he felt this was entirely out of his reach. Tommy didn’t know how to make this one better. It seemed entirely personal, in fact, Tommy felt like they were in completely different lives, distances apart. He’d missed out on all the signs that YN was struggling.

A deliberating quiet ensued. Tommy opened his jacket, delved in an inner pocket and wielded his trademark silver box. When he clicked it open he offered the cigarettes inside to YN, giving her a knowing look.

“I don’t even know where to start,” she confessed, taking him up on his offer and snagging a cigarette from the box. Tommy was quick to light a match and hold it to her lips, watching as she puffed the first drag. With it, her countenance fell to one of unsustained relaxation. Tommy followed suit, sticking one in his mouth and protecting the flame as he lit it. He waved out the match, taking a drag of his own. He waited a moment, savouring the nicotine, concluding that maybe all YN needed was a presence.

His head shot up at YN taking a stand, eyes eager to follow where she was heading. She crossed the room, and Tommy observed the frailty of her limbs in the quest to crack open the window. Arms poised, she grunted as she pushed the frame upwards. Frankly, the last thing she wanted was cold air, but she waved at Tommy and urged him to stand beside her.

“Come on, Jack sleeps in ‘ere too, I don’t want it stinking of smoke.”

He stood, sauntering over. They both remained hushed, repeatedly exhaling smoke out the parting of the window. YN rested her head against the frame, staring at the row of houses opposite her.

She turned to Tommy after a quiet, and saw he was looking at her helplessly. He even shrugged his shoulders at her, eyes wide as he rummaged his brain. God, Aunt Polly would be appalled with his behaviour. She always said he was lucky to have such a face, because the minute he opened his mouth (or, rather; didn’t) all hope was lost. Thankfully, though, this was the one thing to finally make YN laugh.

Retrieving the handkerchief she’d balled in her fist, she used it to cover the grossness of her snotty laugh, amazed he’d given her such fine material to be ruined by her meltdown. She guessed he could afford to get another one.

“I can’t stitch those trousers in time, and he doesn’t have anything else to wear to school,” she whispered, the smile quickly falling.

“He can borrow Finn’s. If worse comes to worse Finn’ll have to wear a skirt off Ada,” Tommy replied.

YN snorted, and Tommy exhaled a grateful sigh, leaning back, more relaxed now at her reacquaintance with brief exultation.

“I lost my job today,” YN said, the scarce joy of the exchange deteriorating as quickly as it had come.

“Eh?”

“Artillery closed down,” she confirmed. “I don’t know what I’m gonna do.”

He paused for a moment. “I didn’t know you worked at the Artillery.”

“Yep. And the library, and the corner shop,” YN listed. “‘S still not enough.” She mumbled.

Tommy’s eyebrows were fixed in an almost permanent furrow, his cigarette hanging on the tether of an agape mouth as his mind placed all the pieces together.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He asked.

“Because it’s embarrassing!” YN scoffed, turning back to the window.

Tommy looked around the room, allowing the awkwardness to fill it up. He rubbed his face with one hand, internally cursing himself for not noticing sooner. He leaned forward, pushing himself into YN’s sphere, who stared at him bewildered to the lack of space he’d left between them.

“I’ll give you some money,” he said.

She shook her head, “no. No, Tommy, this is exactly what I didn’t want,” she objected, already walking away from him, snuffing out her cigarette on the window ledge. Tommy grabbed her hand on her way past.

“YN, this is no choice. I’ll give you enough until you can get back on your feet,” he pat his jacket for his cheque book. “Get Jack some new trousers, get your stove fixed. Pol’ll probably make youse some tea– proper tea, not sandwiches.”

“Nowt wrong with sandwiches,” YN mumbled.

“Here,” Tommy stood, retrieving the book and stealing a pen off her bedside table. He began writing until YN smacked his hand.

“Stop it, Tom! I don’t want your charity.”

“Not charity, I’m helping a friend.”

“I don’t want your help. It feels wrong.”

“Now we both know you’d do the same for me.”

YN sighed, crossing her arms. She knew that when Tommy set his mind on something it was impossible to persuade him, but she could certainly give it a good go.

“I won’t accept it.”

“Yes, you will,” he said, tearing off the cheque and grabbing her hand again to force it into her grasp. Annoyed, she glanced at his characteristically scrawny handwriting. Upon reading the content, she looked at him, deadpanned.

“What? Not enough?”

“Too much!” She clamoured, shoving the paper back into his chest. In the limited space of her bedroom, she wasn’t granted much of a liberty to put him out of her sight, but she could surely sit down on the bed in a huff and stare at the floor for a significant amount of time, which was just as good.

Tommy rolled his eyes. He’d watched YN grow up, but this one aspect of her had always remained the same. She was still the most stubborn person he had ever met. Funnily enough, YN thought the same of him.

The crumpled cheque balled in his hands reminded him of his helplessness. The only thing that could help YN, and she refused to take it. Well, what was he supposed to do? Sit back and watch his best friend and her family die? He simply wouldn’t allow it.

The Peaky Blinders were notorious for a lot of things, and while, admittedly, not all of them may be good things, Tommy liked to think they were perceived as some sort of guardians for Small Heath, at least. To the rarity of people that didn’t find him fatally intimidating, and approached him for help, Tommy prided himself that he could aid the needy. He had abundance, therefore he’d be one hell of a fool to not utilise it well. Here, however, was when it proved difficult. YN, really, had never been one to accept help, nor admit she needed it.

“Think of Jack, alright? Think of your Mum. Don’t you think they need this, just as much as you do? If you’re too stubborn to do it for yourself, at least do it for them.”

YN gulped, making sure to avoid eye contact with Tommy like she always did when she knew she was wrong and he was right (something that happened once in a blue moon). Persistent, still, she crossed her arms and focused on her shoes; it seemed embarrassing to backtrack now, even if she wanted to. But, the fact still remained: she couldn’t take money off Tommy.

“I… I can’t.”

“Fine,” Tommy sulked. Then, “marry me instead.”

That made YN look up.

“Beg your pardon?”

“Marry me,” Tommy shrugged. “You’ll be financially stable that way. And a roof over your ‘ead. We’ve got enough room for Jack and your Mum. No more sandwiches for tea.”

YN couldn’t believe what Tommy was suggesting. In fact, she hadn’t fully grasped if he was joking or not yet.

“You’re mad,” she scoffed, looking away, trying not to let her imagination run away with her.

Living at the Shelby house. God. Tommy’s house was magnificent. It was more a mansion, to be honest. Every time YN went round there she got lost, and had to seek a maid’s help on how to navigate herself back to the group, because –of course– Tommy had maids. And they ate so well there! Tommy was right, she would never have to have a sandwich for her tea ever again. The prospect of warm food made her want to cry, and not even having to cook it herself.

She told herself to stop getting excited. There was no way in hell she was marrying Tommy Shelby. It would be too… inappropriate. They were best friends, for crying out loud. She didn’t need to marry him, she was just fine on her own. Tommy Shelby being her husband, the thought made her gag.

“‘Ere, what, you want me to get down on one knee?” He said, proceeding to do just that, kneeling before her as she sat, baffled, on the edge of her bed. She never thought she’d see the day where Tommy got on his knees. She raised an eyebrow at him. She knew he was constantly drunk, but this had to be a whole new level.

“Get up, Tom,” she told him, whacking his arm for good measure. The sly smile on his face dropped.

“Eh? Come on. This isn’t the worst idea I’ve had.”

“You’ve had a lot of terrible ideas. I think this one takes the cake. Get up.”

“YN,” he turned solemn, YN subsequently grew terrified. He removed his cigarette, searching for somewhere to snuff it before deciding to do so on the frame of her bed. YN’s eyebrows fell into a deadpanned gaze while Tommy proceeded. He clasped her hands in his. “I’ve seen a lot of bad things happen to a lot of people who didn’t deserve it. I’m not going to sit ‘ere and watch you die. Youse are all coming ‘ome with me, married or not.”

YN usually was against being told to do anything, but the way Tommy looked at her so endearingly begged her to, for once, not fight back. There was no denying that she needed help; this was a deep hole she was in, one she couldn’t pull herself and her family out of all on her own. Hardly believing Tommy’s generosity, she gripped back his hand-hold, letting her head fall atop his knuckles in a succinct rest. Grateful, was the only word that could describe what she was feeling.

She felt a kiss to her forehead, a stroke to her hair. When she glanced up at Tommy he looked as if he was still awaiting an answer.

“Fine, I’ll marry you.”

A smile bombarded his cheeks, and YN thought even if this was the worst decision she had ever made, seeing Tommy grin had to be worth something.

“You could sound a bit more excited,” he said, shuffling to rise. YN cringed as his knee cracked.

“Oh, sorry,” she mocked, dropping his hands. “Yes, yes, a thousand times yes! I thought you’d never ask!”

“Alright, don’t milk it,” he muttered.

The rare moment of laughter subsided, then the two couldn’t help but stare at each other in an uncertain trepidation. When Tommy pulled out his box again and offered her a second cigarette, YN couldn’t help but wonder what she’d gotten herself into.

part three

[dreamcatcherjiah]

Hey lovely i realised you were taking requests still...i have a bit of a dramatic one so i dont mind if you dont wanna do it so i have anxiety and depression and when i am feeling really down i sometimes dont answer my phone there was a situation where i was overseas for work and bc of being far away from my bf i got rly depressed and didnt answer my phone and he panicked and nearly flew out to me would you mind recreating that situation with yoongi (seeing he deals with mental illness too)?

Hello love!! Thank you for requesting 💖 For this drabble I’ve drawn from personal experience of how I felt a while ago, so if this is not what you had in mind I'm sorry love. If you feel the need to talk to anyone, please reach out to me, I can be a listening ear or just be there 🥺💖

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Word count: 1.7k

TRIGGER WARNING: DEPRESSION AND ANXIETY

When your boss told you about the business trip to Germany you were so excited you immediately texted Yoongi. This was a huge opportunity for you, enough to shake you out of the new slump you had found yourself in. The trip in and on itself was a piece of cake. You would fly out to Germany a Sunday to be there by Monday, manage a couple of new transactions and write a report for the CEO and fly back by Friday. Simple. Yoongi was ecstatic, so happy about this new opportunity that he couldn’t stop bragging about his wonderful girlfriend who had been promoted and would be travelling the world in no time.

This bragging was endearing and so you had been telling yourself since you told him the news; the problem was that you couldn’t help the tingling at the back of your head telling you that spending time away from him wasn’t what you wanted. You already spent a huge amount of time away from each other when he was on tour, but now you were the one flying away from him, alone, to a foreign country. You didn’t even want to start thinking about how much you would miss him, even less the whole week you would be sleeping alone in a strange hotel room. 

Busy with packing and organising documents you just set your phone in the kitchen table and went about your apartment picking things here and there, double and triple-checking if you had everything you would need. Your laptop and phone were inside your little carry on bag and so was your phone charger. The one you couldn’t find was the laptop’s. You put everything upside down looking for it, looking even under the bed, only to find it rolled and tucked in a corner of your suitcase. The sunglasses were in your bag, so was your lip gloss and your purse, all your credit cards and your ID, your passport. You were double-checking everything again when you heard the code being punched in the keypad. Waiting just a little longer, you heard the pit-pat of Yoongi’s feet against the floor getting closer and closer to your room. 

“I should have known you were packing,” he said, hugging you and leaving a soft kiss to your cheek, “you weren’t answering your phone.”

Giving him a guilty look you apologised for worrying him and kept on packing while he showered. That night you were laying awake waiting for the alarm to ring while Yoongi snored away on the other side of the bed. You would miss him so much, his soft snores and the little pout he made when he slept deeply. Noticing the numbness enveloping your head again, you turned your whole body and buried your head in Yoongi’s chest. He was the best buffer against your darkest moments. 

Before going to the airport and against Yoongi’s moaning — “you have checked this already a hundred times, love.” — you checked everything again, turning off the electrical appliances and closing all the taps. You were really bad at saying goodbye and your boyfriend did know that. With a sweet kiss and several whispered I love you’s you took the taxi to the airport and silenced the tiny voice in your head that was trying to list every single thing that could go wrong. 

Conference after conference you noticed how your brain got slower. You were alone all the time while you managed to do your job by keeping yourself busy and not thinking much. You arrived at your hotel so late at night that the only thing you had the strength to do was showering and dropping on the bed to try and get some sleep. 

You were missing Yoongi so much it physically hurt but you didn’t want to call him. He was three times as busy as you were, even forgetting to eat or sleep if he got too hooked in producing a song. Calling him and telling him you were feeling numb again and that you wanted to hold him and never let go would only worry him. When he called there were two possible scenarios; you either felt guilty for not picking up and worrying him further, or you felt a sudden rush of tears filling your eyes seeing how you longed for him to be there with you. The slower the days passed, the stronger the urge to bury yourself amongst the blankets in the hotel bed and sleep grew. By Wednesday it took you nearly half an hour to convince yourself to pull your body out of the bed. Yoongi had given up calling and started flooding your phone with texts since he woke up until he finally fell asleep quite later than recommended. You were making him worry and that made you feel worse. 

You found yourself getting distracted from the most insignificant task with memories from the first days of your relationship, how shy Yoongi was and how he wouldn’t call you after a day afraid that he was being pushy. The day he had opened up to you about how he felt and you both cried when you found out you had more things in common than met the eye.  On Thursday your boss called you out for being absentminded in the middle of a meeting, he had caught you daydreaming about what Yoongi would be doing back home. You wouldn’t know even if he was already awake because you had switched off your phone, overwhelmed by guilt, nostalgia and the numbness on your head that didn’t let any rational thought go through. Missing him, the crushing sadness and the tight knot in your throat were making it difficult to breathe and function properly. When you got to your hotel room that night, slipping off your shoes and checking your work email on your phone, a notification pops up and you frown, opening your personal email.

Min Yoongi

To: yn-yln@xmail.com

Subject: I am desperate.

My love, you have stopped answering my calls, you ignore my texts and you’re alone in a foreign country. I know what loneliness can do to you and I only want you to be safe. If I don’t receive an answer to this email or any of the thousand texts I’ve sent you I am flying to Germany to make sure you’re alright. I just want to know you are safe, if not okay. 

I love you with my whole heart. 

Yoongi.

Tears had started flowing halfway through the message, making you feel so guilty that you closed the email and were calling Yoongi, not caring about anything that wasn’t hearing his voice at the other side of the line. The tones of the call were low reminders: you have time to hang up, he will be worried, you will only worry him more. But you pushed on, ignoring your anxiety’s voice and waited with bated breath until you heard Yoongi answer the call. 

“Y/N, are you feeling okay? Where are you right now? Have you showered?”

You silenced his endless questions with a quiet sob and sat on the edge of the bed. Oh, how you’d missed his voice! And you told him while sobbing, how hard it had been, how lonely and sad you had felt and how anxious of disturbing him that you had gone back to not picking up the phone and wanting to sleep all day long. He sounded agitated and out of breath but you were so focused on not letting your anxiety drive you into a panic that you didn’t notice. 

“Do something for me, sweetheart,” he was saying, now slower and calmer after finally being able to contact you, “get out of your work clothes and take a hot shower. I won’t hang up and be here with you okay? Can you do this for me?”

Your heart swelled at how he was still taking care of you from so far away. He knew exactly what to do when your thoughts numbed. He would always make you take a shower, drink some water if you couldn’t stomach any food and lay with you while his breathing brought you back. He was not pushy, he didn’t make you talk or explain why you were feeling the way you felt. He was just there, a strong dependable presence that kept you sane. 

Listening to him hum to you about his day and things the rest of his friends had done, you went into the bathroom and undressed slowly. You sat a short bit on the toilet lid and just listened to his voice until you almost smiled at some funny thing Jungkook told him to tell you. In a better mood, you entered the shower and let the spray run down your head, the hot water untangling the many knots on your back and shoulders. You imagined that the heat from the shower was a hug from Yoongi, a warm embrace that you could feel through the distance and you loved him even more than you thought possible. Hearing him still talking while worked away at his keyboard made you smile and you switched off the water, getting out and covering your body with a huge white fluffy towel. 

“You’re finished, my love?” He asked and your heart swelled again.

“Yes. And I’m feeling much better, Yoongi. You’re the best.”

“Well, your day with me isn’t over, missy. Now, I have a ton of new songs separated into genres that I want you to listen to while you lay on the bed and we talk until you fall asleep, okay? Tomorrow, before you know it, you will be back here with me and I’ll be able to hug you to sleep. Is this good enough for now?” He whispered into your ear, as if unsure if you wanted that, but as always he knew perfectly what you needed.

Wearing your pyjamas and under the blankets of the huge bed, Yoongi played songs, melodies, beats, anything he was preparing for release or working on. You two chatted away about where would you go once you could go on vacation together and you fell asleep with a smile on your lips hearing the man you loved telling you he loved you back and finally feeling comfortable and safe again.

[persephonelovesbts]

The Line of Kim Chapter 36

Warnings: none just a cute sweet background chapter before I make it sad and crush your feelings

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It’s been a week.  Namjoon barely lets you sit up, for fear that you’ll run away or attack someone.  Honestly, at this point, you just wanted to stop being so outrageously uncomfortable. Your back ached, your body was swollen up like a balloon, you were almost always hot.  On top of all that, your cravings were intense.  As a vampire, you would think your cravings would be limited to blood, but no, you wanted fucking pickles covered in peanut butter.  You did have blood cravings though, you wanted to Namjoon’s blood so bad every time he walked in the room your eyes would darken and your fangs would elongate.

At least you had Hoseok.  He would help you shift positions as best as he could. He tried to convince Namjoon to let you be freed from your chains at least for a little while, at least when you weren’t alone, but Namjoon vehemently refused.  Having Hoseok there made you feel less alone though.  

You hadn’t felt so lonely since before you met Taehyung.  You bumped into him at a coffee shop on campus.  Well, he quite literally bumped into you, causing you to drop your drink. 

“Oh shit,” You said, “I’m so sorry.” You didn’t even look up at him as you tried to clean up the coffee that you spilled on the floor and his fancy shoes.

Then the sound of a deep chuckle floated to your ears, “I think I should be the one apologizing.”  He stooped to take your hand and help you up.  That was when you looked at him.  When you first see Taehyung, you assume you were actually knocked out and bashed your head so hard on the ground that you died, and he was an angel in heaven.  His smile was so radiant the people around you wouldn’t know you had just met him.  “Let me buy you another coffee.”  He said as he pulled you back to the line.  “I’m Kim Taehyung, second year.”  He bows his head to you.

You smile, “I’m YLN YFN, first year.”

He smirks, “That makes me your oppa.” He hums.

Was he hitting on you?  “Um, I guess.”  You respond as you blush.

He tilts his head cutely, “I’m sorry. Where are you originally from?” He asks casually.

“America.  I just moved here at the end of last year, for my father’s job.” You explained.

He nods, “Your Korean is very good.”

You chuckle, “I would hope so, I’ve been learning it since I was a child.  My dad has always worked out of Korea and he even lived here before, but we only just moved back.  He figured that we might have to move here at some point so he made sure I could speak the language.”  You clarify. You look up at him and can't help but notice the smile on his face, “The language I understand, it’s the customs that trip me up most of the time.”

He nods, “Yeah, compared to American customs our are probably really weird.”  He chuckles.

It’s your turn in line, your order and go to pull out your card.  You knew Taehyung had offered to pay but still… He beat you to the punch though and you again you couldn’t help but notice the black card that he has.  Okay… so he’s rich.  Great.  You spilled coffee on a rich guys fancy shoes and now he was buying you a new one.  You started to doubt his intentions now.  Hot rich guys don’t smile at broke foreign girls like that for no reason.

As you wait for your drink he turns to you, “How would you like to hang out with my friends and me?”

You raise an eyebrow at him, “Um… I have class soon.”  You reply shyly.  You didn’t want him to get the wrong idea and you didn’t want to be led on.

He smiles sadly, “Okay.”  They call your name for your drink and you grab it. He tilts his head at you, “Well, it was nice to meet you YN.  Sorry about the coffee.”  He smiles again, but it doesn’t meet his eyes then he backs away.

Later that same day, you met Jimin. He was adorable and sweet.  You liked how his eyes disappeared when he smiled. You got paired with him in a class for an in-class activity.  He was very kind and so upbeat and sociable.  He made silly jokes to make you smile because he could tell you were shy.

At the end of class, he turned to you, “Would you like to come hang out with my friends and me?”

You but your lip as you packed your bag. You didn’t have any friends here and Jimin was so sweet.  “Yeah,” you said shyly, “I think I’d like that.”  You smile up at him.

You followed him out, you saw Taehyung and you weren’t expecting to be walking up to him.  Jimin bowed to him and bro fived the boy that was with him.  “Hi guys, this is-”

“YN.”  Taehyung finished for him.

You blush when Jimin turns to you. “You know Taehyung?”

You nod shyly and look at your feet. Taehyung speaks up, “I bumped into her at the café and spilled her coffee.”  He tilts his head, “I asked her to hang out with us, but she told me no.”

“It probably looked like you were trying to pick her up, hyung.”  The other boy chuckles.  He bows to you, “I’m Jeon Jungkook, nice to meet you, I’m a first year.”  He was cute with his big doe eyes and bunny teeth.

“I’m a first year too!”  You exclaim.

“Oh, cool.  I’m a 97er.”  He smiles.

You smirk, “I’m a 96er.”

He smiles cutely, “Okay, noona.”

After that, everything was history. You hung out around campus, then eventually in your dorm.  After a few months, you learned they were all loaded.  They would take you out on expensive friend dates.  Jimin and Jungkook were the worst about showing off their money at those times.  They became your best friends.  You never really got over the crush you had on Taehyung, but you never said anything about it.  

You were pulled out of your thoughts but a sudden flood of feelings, feelings that weren’t yours.  You bolted up as much as you could and looked around like you’d be able to see them.  You could feel them, Jimin and Taehyung.  They were in range; you didn’t know how close they were, but they were close enough to feel them again.  You began to cry with happiness.  They would be able to find you now.  They were coming for you.  you were going to be out of there soon.  Your boys were coming for you.

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💖 — Day 10 ● Messages for the signs

● Aries → Things have been going at a crazy rhythm recently, and though you might have found closeness with the one you love, it is important to take the time to go through everything that impacted you cleanly, so that those memories that hurt can remain in the past and not influence your present.

→ One More - Yaeji

● Taurus → Hey there, you have been through a lot to get to where you are right now. Remember to always put yourself first — just because you are used to something and that spot is comfortable due to being known, doesn’t mean it’s good or the best for you.

→ Hot - The Last Artful, Dodgr

● Gemini → There are some things that were lost for the better, and some things you lost that left a hole in your chest — that’s okay, and it doesn’t mean you’re now less than you were. Consider life as a curious chance to explore and try new things.

→ Same Girl - Randy Newman

● Cancer → There was a bumpy part recently, but now things are all pointing upwards — allow yourself to feel it, feel pride, feel giddy and feel confident! Think of it as reaching balance, and have as much fun as you had worried before.

→ Bofou Safou - Amadou et Mariam

● Leo → Hm, seems that things can either be going swimmingly well in your relations with others or you’re suffering from withdrawals from your focus. Either way, try to separate yourself (and your ego) from the other person’s actions. Remember that there is always a personal side to every interaction and decision, and sometimes it isn’t exactly connected to you.

→ Call Me - YLN Foreign and Sogumm

● Virgo → There seems to be a lot going on, and some of it is the past coming on to plant some seeds of doubt and sadness over the present. In this moment it’s important to choose and to not overwhelm yourself — that way you can guarantee a steady progress instead of a breakdown.

→ Sinister Purpose - Creedence Clearwater Revival

● Libra → Though it seems in this moment you’re finding strength through the bonds you created, it is important sometimes to realize that sometimes freedom comes as separation. Take some time and analyze what is worth keeping and what is not, this should help some.

→ Help - Sunset Rollercoaster

● Scorpio → Damn, seems like some of you are going through it — while some of you are busy going after things, it seems that with some Scorpios there has come a complicated time, specially of not feeling connected and secure in their bonds.Hey, take this as a good thing — and use it as a chance to see what are the bonds that are real.

→ Alone Again - The Weeknd

● Sagittarius → Seems a new attraction, or an old one, has got most of your view and thoughts. Honestly, just go for it, as it seems you have been craving that fluttering feeling — this will keep you awake.

→ Addicted to You - Scorpio Loon

● Capricorn → Seems like things have been a rollercoaster, between bumpy and great — all these ups and downs seem to have taken a toll on you. Taking some time for yourself, separating yourself from things you can’t control while establishing what you can do (and doing it so that you don’t feel guilty latter) will help you feel more grounded in the now.

→ Abre-alas - Thiago Pethit

● Aquarius → Well, things are going somewhere for sure, with a lot of movement and action. It seems most of you are feeling yourselves, as you should. Go and shine that confidence and pride!

→ Shake Shake Shake - Kc & The Sunshine Band

● Pisces → Hey, though things aren’t exactly going in the rhythm you wanted, you are getting there. Recognize how much you’ve achieved, and how much healthier (for yourself) your habits have become. You are getting there, so feel free to feel freedom and pride.

→ Not afraid - Takayan

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