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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・1.2k / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・chan x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲𝘀・fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship, berry being the perfect girl she is. inspired by these bubble messages and @cosmic-railwayxo's treachery. (love u deni)

𝟬𝟲:𝟯𝟲 — “Where’s my baby, hm?”

This is the question on Chan’s lips the moment he lets go of the bedroom door, closed with agonizing caution as to not wake the figure still curled up under the duvet inside.

It’s early. Early enough so the walls are colored a rich beige by new rays of sunlight, so his footsteps are the only sound reverberating around the hallways when he commences his search. Early enough to evidence how he was only bestowed a few hours of sleep before waking up with a budding headache and leaden eyelids.

But he doesn’t mind the lack of rest, not this time. Not when there’s a wad of love with a freckled snout and floppy ears under the same roof for the first time in too long.

“Berry?” Chan calls, his voice tattered and low, like sandpaper. He rakes his eyes over the spots he remembers to be her favorite. Maybe they’ve changed since he was last home. Maybe everything has changed since he was last home.

The thought causes a familiar pang to go off within him, poignant and powerful, but the quiet scuffle of paws against hardwood takes the edge off the guilt straightaway.

Chan finds the beginnings of a smile on his lips before she even rounds the corner, and when she does, well. His grin might as well split his face down the middle. He’s on his knees in seconds, outstretched hands rediscovering home in the puppy’s silky fur as she clambers onto him with blown pupils and excited pants.

His adoring coos of her name falter into muted laughter, which then fragments into a sob. His vision narrows to his precious girl and then starts to blur. When Berry climbs up to give his cheek a few happy licks, she’s fascinated by its saltiness.

You emerge from the bedroom a little over an hour later. Sleeping is hard enough when you’re jetlagged, and even harder when there’s only mattress where you remember Chan’s warm solidity to be. The fabric of Chan’s hoodie suppresses your vocalization of his name as you ungracefully pull it over your torso, still struggling to rouse your body from sleep.

Your beckon produces no response. You wrap a hand around the nearest door frame and peek your head into the living room, a little more alert now.

“Chan? Baby?”

You feel silly. How many visits has it been for you to still feel this nervous, wandering around Chan’s family home? Yet you undoubtedly are, whether because of your absentee boyfriend or that his whole family is a few walls away. You pad through the silent abode with mounting trepidation and intense care to not make any more sound than necessary.

Then you reach the family room and instantly come to a standstill, hands drifting to your sides, features deliquescing to a soft smile. 

Lying on the nearest couch is your boyfriend, head propped up on top of his elbow, his fluttering lashes and gently oscillating shoulders indicating that he’s asleep. You can’t see his face below his eyes, as he has his nose nuzzled into the Cavalier spaniel resting securely in his arms, snoring tacitly into his sleeve, slumbering as deeply as her human companion.

You’ve been stumbling upon Chan sleeping in unexpected places for the better part of two years now, but you still liquefy every time as if it’s the first. These are the moments, you’ve come to realize, when you can care for him in ways he would never let you while conscious: a lift of his laptop off his thighs, a brush of your lips against his hairline, a cardigan draped lightly over his back. These are the moments when you understand in full how far you’ve come together, for him to trust you with his exhaustion with such transparency, to be so vulnerable as to leave you with memories of him that he’ll never have.

Despite your prolonged experience, it’s hard to describe what exactly you’re feeling in this moment. The mere mention of Berry has always dissipated the shadows that veil his face, has always chased off the burdens that cling to his spine. How do you put it into words, seeing your happiness at his happiest?

It suddenly occurs to you that the window beside them is cracked open. That, and you spotted extra quilts in the top shelf of Chan’s closet last night.

Chan’s eyelids lift when he feels the gentle weight of a blanket fall upon his body; so do the corners of his lips, when the culprit materializes before him. Sitting on the edge of the couch, a hand hovering over his frame, face creased into a flinch.

“Sorry,” you whisper, closing the distance between your fingers and the curve of his neck. The pad of your thumb moves over his cheekbone like a willow branch skimming water. “I didn’t think that would wake you up.”

Both of you up, you mentally amend, seeing as Berry has noticed your presence and is wagging her tail with enough vigor for it to thump against Chan’s chest. He lets her wriggle out of his arms and into yours; you emit a noise of glee and gather her into you.

If only you had seen the expression he wears then, watching your eyes scrunch closed at the frenzied kisses she presses to your face. His first love and his very last.

“Don’t apologize,” he answers. “I’m the one who should be sorry for leaving you in bed, I just…”

His voice trails off, but he knows by the softness in your irises when they meet his that you already know.

You move like clockwork. Chan presses up into the back of the couch, the quilt’s edge lifted in wordless invitation. It is your chest that Berry burrows into this time, the top of her head sliding into the space between your chin and the sofa’s cushion. It is Chan’s chest that you’re folded into, the arms around your waist like the coziest of cabins in a sun-spattered wood. It is the back of your neck that he nuzzles his nose into, but not before he litters gossamer kisses across the expanse of skin, as if printing the notes to a lullaby he knows well.

Everything is warm, so warm, so right, and jetlag starts to feel like a distant trouble.

You open your mouth while teetering on the cusp of a dream.

“Baby?” 

He hums into you, listening.

“Always be happy, okay?”

You don’t notice the solitary tear that traverses the bridge of his nose, lands in the cotton of your hood, and dyes the bunched-up fabric a few shades darker. You don’t notice how his embrace around you tightens marginally, like how one’s eyes can’t help but find their dearest possession when the building’s on fire.

“Okay,” he whispers, and kisses your nape once more. Your and Chan’s eyes close together. Berry licks your chin again, then follows suit.

(Another hour later, Chan’s parents walk into the family room. They decide to go out to breakfast for fear of making too much noise in the kitchen, Chan’s mother blotting away tears as she ducks into shotgun, Chan’s father laughing at her sentimentality while blinking back his own.

Another few hours later, Hannah takes maybe fifty-some photographs of the triad of unmoving heaps occupying their couch. Then she grumbles at Berry for being dead asleep at eleven in the morning: “Those two arrived here from across the world yesterday. What’s your excuse?”)

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ── ✧ sh. (i. spring day)

congratulations! you have been invited to the romance reality show 'We Got Married' where you will live with your co-star like a married couple. but what will you do when you find out you are marrying your favorite idol?

✿ pairing: idol!seonghwa x fem!idol!oc

✿ genre/tags: fluff, developing relationship, idol au, fake marriage, reality show

✿ word count: 1.3k words

✿ note: the first chapter is here! i honestly wasn't expecting to grab so many people's attention or be interested in the story. but tysm and i hope you all enjoy!

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❪ March, 2024 ❫

Spring awakens with a chatterbox of greens, cherry blossoms are bright and lively, and the winter snow uncovers a new beauty of nature.

The place is cozy with the delicious smell of fresh baked pastries, and brewing teas and coffee. Soon enough, a young beautiful woman steps inside the cafe like a radiant goddess.

All decked out in a spring outfit which consists of a pink flower dress, white cardigan, frilly socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. Her pretty face etched a timid smile. “Hello.” She politely greeted the employees behind the counter. 

But she didn’t notice that someone had been waiting for her. 

2 hours ago - KQ Building

“Okay, let’s take a ten-minute break!”

A male voice tells his seven members. He was panting heavily and paused the music on the computer. His aura gives off such confidence and demand yet with a loyal heart, like a true captain. Hongjoong takes a sip from his water bottle and his dark brown eyes watch his members. Some talked about the dance while some were lying on the floor to catch a breath.

Suddenly, Hongjoong notices a bright red object outside. The practice room’s door was a bit see-through, so he could spot it clear as day. Hongjoong puts down the water bottle on the desk to check it out. 

As soon as the captain takes a look, a whole PD crew is in front of him. A big smile draws on his handsome makeup-free face. “Oh! Hello!” Hongjoong politely greeted. The producer points at the red mailbox by the door to take it. Hongjoong snickers and brings in the object.

“What is that, hyung?” 

The maknae, Jongho, his eyes widened owlishly at the mysterious mailbox. Yunho, San, and Wooyoung looked bewildered at their captain.

Hongjoong shrugged. “I don’t know, but we will find out together. Everyone in the middle.” He tells them and they obey his command. After setting down the mailbox, Hongjoong opens it to pull out a pink envelope with a sticker sealing the letter. 

Yeosang’s eyes brighten. “Guys, look! It’s from We Got Married if you remember the show.” He points his finger at the iconic logo as a sticker. 

Mingi furrowed his full eyebrows. “There’s a new season?” The deep-voice rapper is bemused. Hongjoong responded, “Let’s see if you are correct, Mingi-ya.” He tears open the envelope to read the letter inside. 

Congratulations!

You are selected to join Korea’s #1 romance reality show “We Got Married” where you’ll spend a whole year with your co-star, living as a married couple. We will be sure to provide safety and care throughout the love journey. Plus, there are missions and thrilling events along the way. We hope you have a happy and healthy marriage, 🐰⭐

The emojis reveal who is chosen as the husband and groom. 

“Eh?! Seonghwa hyung?!” San perks his head at the oldest member.

Instantly, all eyes were on him. Seonghwa is speechless with boba eyes popping out of his socket. 

But within seconds, the members all burst out cheering for him. Jongho carries the still-shocked Seonghwa in bridal style and twirls him. Yunho and Mingi played with the lights while Hongjoong, Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung did a conga line and chanted, “Park Seonghwa is getting married!” 

After their mini-celebration, the group sat on the floor and discussed the future of Seonghwa’s future marriage. The PD crew even asked him who would be the lucky bride and sister-in-law. They all assumed it would be someone close to Seonghwa’s ideal type. But he admits to them, “I honestly don’t mind if they are not because I’ll still love them for who they are.” His response made the guys awestruck.

“Wow, hyung. I didn’t know you were that manly.” Jongho spoke with sarcasm. 

The guys laughed out loud when Seonghwa sighed in displeasure. 

He has the letter in his hands and keeps looking at it. Hongjoong could sense the uneasiness of his best friend. The captain pats the oldest’s right shoulder. “Hey, you should be excited. Why are you so nervous for?” He giggles lightheartedly. Seonghwa can get nervous, but this is the most he has ever been. 

His skittish behavior caught everyone’s attention. They had worrisome faces because Seonghwa was more than the oldest member of ATEEZ. He is like their big brother, whose gentleness and softness have so much adoration by many. Seonghwa shares his thoughts. “There was a moment when we talked about relationships. You all considered that I’ll be the best husband to my spouse. So, I’m uncertain if I can live up to the statement.” He confesses his vulnerability. 

Yunho is on his right and pats his other shoulder like Hongjoong. “You’ll do great, hyung. Not everyone is perfect or understands how marriage works at first. We also don’t know as well. But we can give you support and help if you need it.” He assured Seonghwa. 

Of course, they’re ATEEZ and more than just a group. 

A family and a safe place. 

Wooyoung hops out of his spot to back-hug Seonghwa. “We love you, hyung! We want you to be happy!” He presses a sweet kiss on the eldest forehead. Seonghwa grimaced by his overly affectionate friend. In a sincere voice, “Thank you.” He says and is forever grateful. In unison, the guys came to Seonghwa in a big, suffocating group hug.

“Yah!! I can’t breathe!!” He yells out loud and tries to move himself. Despite literally getting crushed by love, he is enjoying it. 

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

-Interview-

Replacing the casual look with a dapper appearance, Seonghwa sits on the stool and is wearing a refined dark gray blazer, white dress shirt, black pants, and dress shoes. His ebony locks are elegantly curled and set in place. 

“Hello, I’m Seonghwa of ATEEZ.” The man’s deep, velvety greets the viewers that are watching. 

Q. Are you familiar with We Got Married?

Seonghwa nodded. “Yes. I didn’t fully watch the show when it aired because I was still in school and training under the company. I’ve only seen clips of legendary artists paired up, and I was intrigued by how they handle marriage while having an idol life.” 

Q. Do you think you’ll live up to your group’s statement?

A sheepish laugh escapes from his plump lips. “At first, I thought it was a joke because we make up silly sayings. But I didn’t expect it to come true.” He takes a deep breath to compromise himself. “I’ll do whatever I can to make my wife feel like she is the luckiest woman.” Seonghwa declared genuinely. 

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚

Mission of The Day: Try to surprise your bride.

When the producer explained about the task, Seonghwa was giddy yet anxious. He’ll disguise himself as a barista at a dog-centric cafe and surprise his future bride. 

After freshening up, as in putting Seonghwa in a uniform and a mask to hide his face, the PD crew drives him to the destination. A camera on the headliner records him texting his members. Seonghwa says, “My group is eager.” He chuckles merrily. “They want all the information about today. It feels like they’re my parents.” In which, he is unsure to tell them about this reality show. 

Will he introduce his wife to his family?

Even though it’s for entertainment, Seonghwa becomes curious if they’re interested to know more about his fake spouse. Well, that has to wait. He brushes it off and cares more about the current time.

Subsequently, the producer announced the arrival at The Wal’z dog cafe. “We are here. Good luck, Seonghwa.” They give him their best wishes. He thanked them wholeheartedly because he hadn’t stopped the nerves from skyrocketing. 

When he enters the place, he is greeted by adorable furry friends. “Hi~” Seonghwa immediately bends down to pet their soft fur. “Wow. I feel less nervous now.” He is convinced that he just needs some comfort from the dogs. 

Seonghwa pouts, “I’m sorry. I have to work now.” He apologizes to the smiling furballs. However, they didn’t seem to care because they wanted pets. 

Eventually, the male idol begins his mission by heading to the counter and pretending to act like he is a barista. Although it may be for the show, Seonghwa actually wanted to learn how to make the drinks and pastries. 

He’ll possibly make them for his wife. 

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25. Finding comfort in their scent

These prompts are making me so soft 🥲

Miguel sighed as he leaned back against the headboard, eyes strained, head pounding. He'd been pouring over this paperwork for nearly two hours and he was beat. New land developments came with a lot of permits and contracts and he'd neglected them yesterday when he should've had them done by now.

He had been with you though.

He'd had his day all planned out, Nestor aware of the time schedule and making arrangements.

And then it had all gone out the window when you had called, your voice cheery and hopeful.

"Hey! Do you want to come with me to that farm today? Maybe feed the little goats and get some veggies?"

Did he want to be outside smelling animals and tossing feed to them? No, not really. But he did want to be with you, in any way he could, so yeah. If that was what you wanted, then that was what he wanted too.

And he'd gone. Spent the entire day with you, rifling through the piles to find the perfect bell peppers and holding your bucket while you scattered feed for the little animals. Watching you as you laughed and grinned, interacting with the livestock. And he'd loved every second of it. Whatever this was, it had started as a friendship, and maybe you still thought it to be.

But it was more for Miguel now. He was falling in love with you. He'd tried to convince himself that he wasn't. That he simply enjoyed your company. Eager to have a friend who had no idea who he was or what he did. Just someone who enjoyed spending time with him. He swore he'd never do it again after his divorce, but here he was. Enamored with you and all that you were.

He looked over to the side of the bed, down at the cardigan you had bought him at the market attached to the farm. He smiled and grabbed it, holding it in his hands as he sat there before lifting it up to get a better look at it. The motion wafted your scent towards him and he took it in, closing his eyes as he felt it soothe him.

You had clutched it to your chest the entire time you both had walked around, not wanting to drop it or put it in the basket with the produce. Now it smelled just like you, and Miguel chuckled at himself as the thought crossed his mind that maybe he wouldn't wear it, so it would continue to smell like you.

And he knew then that he was done for. He dropped the gift down into his lap and reached for his phone, hoping that he wouldn't wake you. The line rang twice and he smiled as soon as your voice came through.

"Hey."

"Hey. What are you doing tomorrow?"

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l'amour de ma vie — myg

L'AMOUR DE MA VIE | Love of my Life | Requested by anon.

Plot: Insecurities pile up in Yoongi's marriage after months of distance and neglect. Pairing: Pianist!Yoongi x Ballet Teacher!OC (Name: Kiku) Genre: Music & Ballet | Marriage on the Rocks Type: One-shot Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.6k+ Warnings: marital insecurities, unintentional neglect, jealousy, mentions of divorce, mild mentions of injury from ballet, explicit sexual content (rough sex, unprotected sex, squirting). Author’s Note: new one-shot, friends! i really hope you enjoy this one, I loved writing it! be sure to let me know what you think!

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Yoongi was a serious man. Kiku knew this well in the years she knew him. Their marriage didn’t flourish like fresh romances with many kisses and open affection but quiet trust helped their relationship stand strong.

When the doors closed, Yoongi often made up for his silence with soft kisses on her skin, calloused finger pads running down her neck and sneaking in between her core until she soaked the sheets.

However, things changed as the concerts began to pile up. When they were touring together as equal performers, Yoongi was active in ensuring that she heard compliments whispered in her ear. That he stared her way when she was on stage and she would sneak a look back whenever able.

Now Kiku wasn’t an equal performer and Yoongi’s attention on her was. . .low. Though Kiku understood why. It was concert season. Of course. That’s the only reason.

Of course, Yoongi was active and his face brightened like stars when he performed but lost the light in his eyes when he looked at her. It was exhaustion. It must’ve been. He would tell her if something was wrong.

Tonight was the same as the previous nights for. . .how long had it been? Two months, maybe three. Yoongi thrilled the audience with his performance, fingers dancing over the ivory keys like they were an extension of his own digits. Like the music was the air he breathed, exuding out of him. Kiku found it deliciously mesmerizing.

The audience roared with applause as the performance ended.

Yoongi bowed to the crowd, roses thrown his way before he walked backstage. Sweat slick on his forehead, pearling at the jawline. His grin disappeared immediately when he reached here. Kiku felt the weight of the lost smile but she leaned in and kissed his cheek anyway to congratulate him.

Yoongi barely leaned into it and rushed to change his clothes.

It was just exhaustion. Just exhaustion. Nothing more.

***

Today turned for the better. At least Kiku hoped as Yoongi received his first free day away from practices or concerts so he can enjoy the Italian sights for a while. The day was beautiful indeed, sun blazing gold amongst the sandstone buildings and flowers beds at the cafes burst in vibrant colour.

Kiku even wore her favourite silk corset dress with a thin cardigan over top for the spring breeze. Her black waves reached down to the small of her back and her enthusiasm thrumming to excitement. She felt as if she was waiting for a first date.

Yoongi finally entered the living room, wearing a white shirt and trousers.

“Did you want to go out to a café today?” Kiku asked, her voice kept soft and sweet. “It’s a beautiful day.”

Yoongi barely looked her way. “I have a small meeting with the producer. He wants some changes to the later performances,” he said. His tone was rushed and serious. As always. Everytime he began thinking of work, that was his tone.

Kiku knew this and she told herself this the moment her heart started squeezing unbearably. “When will you be back? Maybe we can go later.”

“I’m not sure. You can go by yourself and enjoy,” Yoongi said before rushing out without waiting for a response.

Breathing through the aches in her chest, Kiku did pick herself up and enjoy Italy. It was concert season. It was concert season. Everything will be back to normal once they’re home. It’ll be fine.

***

France was the next destination. This time, Kiku was invited to a ballet studio in Paris to teach some classes and have a studio room of her own to practice if she needed. It kept her distracted. Italy emptied Kiku and even the plane ride to France was Yoongi discussing things with his producer, Minho while she sat alone in her corner.

The dance studio brought her full of life again, the golden vines consuming the marble building like a living organism. The varnished wood floors, silk shoes and flowing dresses that returned Kiku to past days. To. . .happier days, she thought with a pain inside her.

Kiku and Yoongi fell in love during a different France tour years ago. Kiku was a prima ballerina in her early twenties. Lovely and enchanting, they called her. Yoongi played all her songs for her, watching her every move as if catering to her own movements and not the choreography itself. There was an intimacy behind that cohesion, that connection that not even six years of marriage managed to create. Perhaps that was a bad thought to have. To romanticise the first year of love as opposed to the commitment they were in now.

She should be happier now. She was happy. Happy, yes.

Was Yoongi happy? Was he happy that he watched her perform? Was it okay that Kiku was no longer that prima ballerina? She was no longer quite as lovely or enchanting.

Kiku danced every now and then but after an injury, her doctor encouraged her not to do performances like she used to. Otherwise it may lead to permanent damage. Yoongi supported her through her strained muscles, helping her through her exercises and reassuring her. But perhaps Yoongi didn’t plan on needing to take care of her. Perhaps the thought of her never being that ballerina again dawned on him and he grew distant.

No, it was silly. Silly to think it so. They were happy. Happy. Happy.

***

Kiku made her way to the stadium where Yoongi had his practice and performance later in the night. She brought fresh food from a nearby café with a small spring in her step. Sweet notes of the piano echoed in her ears. Even the tonality and energy of the notes made her know that it was Yoongi. It gave her both this nostalgia and fresh nuance of something new, like a first kiss or a sneaky touch on the back of her hand.

Kiku smiled at the people backstage, placing the food on the table.

“This’ll be good for the newer performances,” she heard Minho say as they looked out to the stage.

Kiku followed their gaze and saw the new addition. The reason why Minho wanted to have so many meetings. A young ballerina was on the stage, dancing freely to the notes played by Yoongi.

Her grin was bright and energetic, understanding completely the importance of her performance carried out. Lovely and enchanting.

Kiku knew it was normal for pianists to do this. To have different performances showcase creativity and enthusiasm. But the sight of it felt like stones crushing her slowly. It was normal for this to happen, she told herself. Yet Kiku felt it deep in her heart, deep in her gut, this unbearable pain when the reality sank in.

Kiku didn’t belong to his world anymore.

She was a wife who tried to be part of his world but not in his world.

Perhaps Yoongi knew this and stayed silent to protect her feelings. He never liked confrontation. Or it just didn’t matter and he would get rid of her after the tour.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?” Minho asked. “Back to his roots?”

Kiku attempted a smile as she always did. Attempting a smile. Maintaining an energy to make sure everyone else felt good. To make sure Yoongi felt good, without burden.

“I’m feeling a bit unwell,” Kiku said. “I’ll be going home.”

“Don’t you want to wait until he finishes?” Minho asked, confused. Kiku never left once she got to Yoongi’s practice, not even when she was sick.

How silly she was. Constantly leering at the edges of a place she didn’t belong to anymore. Trying to squeeze into a place in Yoongi’s heart that was probably getting smaller and smaller. He had no time for her. Kiku couldn’t force him.

Oh, the thought of it burned her eyes. Her stomach felt like it was singed.

Frustration pricked at her. “I’ll talk to him when he gets home.” She lied. He’ll be fine without me.

***

Yoongi adored having more performances linked to his piano pieces. While he enjoyed having his solo acts, it was nice to be in the background for a moment and allow for his music to be interconnected with dance or a story. The exhaustion and boredom that begun to linger in the past performances rejuvenated back into a sense of excitement. At least the final shows of the tour were something of energy and new light.

The ballerina bowed elegantly after the practice performance. Yoongi returned backstage with his heart pumping through his ribcages at asking Kiku whether she liked the new addition. She had grown a bit quiet towards the end of the Italy leg. Perhaps seeing some of her own art showcased on stage would bring her spirits up.

Except Kiku wasn’t there.

“Did Kiku not come yet?” Yoongi asked before gulping a bottle of water.

Minho, his producer, shrugged. “She said she felt unwell. But you have food.” He gestured to the apricot pastry, sandwich and coffee on the table.

Yoongi was used to having Kiku sit there with him as he ate or eat with him. Having the chair next to him empty felt cold and unwelcoming. She must’ve been really sick. “I can go early to check on her.”

Minho hummed. “I mean you can but it’d be safe to do another practice run.”

Yoongi stared at the empty chair for a while. Maybe she was asleep and he would only be disturbing. Besides, he had a few shows left. Might as well get it all out of the way.

***

Night already fell into a deep dark abyss by the time Yoongi was done with practice. He wanted to come back home in the afternoon but he got distracted at work. It was a habit of his, long rotting inside him yet hard to rip away. Moonlight painted their hotel room in a pale silver before Yoongi turned the light on for a splash of warm apricot light against the crème couches and opulent lamps.

“Kiku?” Yoongi asked.

There was no response for longer than Yoongi was comfortable.

But then Kiku walked through the bedroom door, wearing a soft cotton lace nightdress with her hair, a little messy from a nap. Her eyes were soft and glossed, her cheeks sweet and a little puffed. Kiku didn’t move from her spot, looking at him carefully.

A small part of Yoongi’s body had gotten prepared for her to walk to him and kiss him on the cheek. A more selfish part of him expected her to wait for him because she always did, even when she was sniffling from sickness. “You weren’t feeling well?”

Kiku stared at him, as if confused by Yoongi’s concern like it was foreign to her. Yoongi hadn’t seen that look on her face and something about it hurt her. “I’m feeling better,” she said softly.

“Is it your legs?” Yoongi asked, a little more careful this time.

Kiku still looked at him like that. Like Yoongi hadn’t spoken to her of such intimacy in a long time.

Well. . .he didn’t, did he? When was the last time Yoongi asked her if she ate well? Or slept well? Or even how she was? Yoongi tried his best to remember. He must’ve had asked her how she was this morning. Or kissed her. But he couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember the last time he had any conversation with her.

“I’m alright, Yoongi,” Kiku said. “Get some rest, it’s okay.”

Yoongi wanted to argue that he could give her a massage or help her get better but Kiku already walked back into the room. Without a smile or a kiss. The air grew cold again and Yoongi worried that his habits may have touched a nerve too delicate for his own good.

***

“An extension?” Yoongi had a single finger tapping softly on a D note, not pressing it for sound but thinking as Minho announced that he wanted to have a few more weeks of shows. “The tour has already gone on for months. We all need rest.”

Minho hummed, waving his hand. “You can rest later. This’ll be good for your career.”

It would be. Especially with ballet studios from France wishing to administer their own ballerinas into the mix, it would be so good for his career. But a shadow loomed over him. Kiku’s distance wasn’t going unnoticed by Yoongi. She hadn’t been to any of his practices since that day and it had been a week already.

Kiku wasn’t sick anymore. Something else was wrong.

“Kiku and I’s anniversary is in two weeks. I don’t want to be busy in a concert during that time, we’ve never worked on anniversaries.” Yoongi shook his head. He remembered how she worked around her training schedules to ensure that their anniversary was always free. Something was already wrong and for Yoongi to break a tradition along with it was stupid.

“Well, Kiku can come along with you.” Minho smiled. “She can even train the ballerinas herself, she’s a qualified teacher. Spend your anniversary in Paris.”

Yoongi could try to get a free day during the tour again. He had a free day in Italy, which he used to have a work meeting. Maybe this time, they could explore France. “Alright, I’ll talk to her.”

***

Kiku was at a ballet studio, Yoongi was told. Not by Kiku but the hotel receptionist who was asked to send a message if Yoongi tried to look for her. Kiku always texted him directly if she wanted to communicate something but they’ve resorted to this now, he supposed. Yoongi made his way to the ballet studio, the smell of wood and perfume wafting in the air as he walked up the stairs to the top level practice area.

Kiku was there, wearing a flowy white skirt, transparent, crème with a black top. Her hair was open as she always kept it when practicing dances on her own. Even after the injury, her every move was precise, the pointe of her toes like an ethereal being and her form like a swan.

Yoongi remembered watching her all day. He had become so used to her presence, close to him like his own extension. After all this distance, he was once again the humble pianist watching a prima ballerina conjuring magic with her dance.

Dark, pretty eyes flickered to him then and Kiku stopped, her expression neutral again.

Yoongi tried to push down the squeeze in his chest. He wanted her to smile at him again, to rush to him and kiss him. But she stood there, distant and unmoving. “I—Minho wants to extend the tour.” He wanted to make a more personal introduction but the room turned cold so quickly, he couldn’t muster the right tender words.

Kiku stared at him, a twitch in her eye. So she was uncomfortable. “It’s alright. It’s good for your career.”

Now she was keeping her feelings hidden from him.

Hurt turned to a flash of frustration. “You weren’t at the practice.”

“I figured you didn’t need me hovering over you all the time,” Kiku said plainly.

“You’re my wife, I want you there.”

“Well, you haven’t exactly been doing a good job at showing it.”

Ah. His bad habit. Still rotting inside him and now it was rotting at the seams of his marriage. Kiku’s neutral expression flashed with truth now, making Yoongi wish she was hiding it again. It wasn’t anger. Not really. It was deep hurt and helplessness. “Kiku.” His voice was meek. It made him feel stupider that he realized it immediately yet too late.

The hurt solidified behind Kiku’s expression.

“I wasn’t doing it on purpose, I was—”

“Busy, I know. Believe me, it was the only word I’ve hinged on to. . .gain strength.” Kiku let out a long sigh, soft and weary and slow.

Yoongi knew it was to hide her voice shaking as her eyes turned glossier. He hated it. Hated that he was the reason. Hated that he didn’t even know it because he never felt he had to. Kiku always had herself put together, always a sturdy foundation. So much so that Yoongi grew too lax. Too careless. And now it was coming back to haunt him in the flesh.

“You can continue the tour without me,” Kiku said.

“No.”

“It’s stupid to cancel the tour on my accord. You’ve come this far.” She shook her head.

“I am not leaving you.” Yoongi’s voice raised a little, desperate and pleading. “Kiku. I wanted you to be with me, spend our anniversary in France.”

“I don’t want to be in France.” Kiku’s throat bobbed up and down. “It reminds me too much of what I’m not anymore. Of what I can’t be.”

“What do you mean?” Yoongi asked.

“I’m not the wonderful ballerina I used to be,” Kiku whispered. “People look straight through me and it never bothered me but now. . .you do too.”

Yoongi’s heart dropped. “Kiku, I never. . .I don’t care if you’re a ballerina or not, it doesn’t matter to me.”

“It doesn’t matter to you because you can always put a new one on stage.” Her voice cracked then, unable to hold herself together. “I can’t find some other person who will think I’m worth keeping.”

“I’m keeping you,” Yoongi argued. “I know I’ve been wrong to distance myself from you but that will never change the fact that you’re mine. And I’m yours. All of it, always.”

Kiku stayed silent, finally letting out a shaky sigh. It was that slightest glimpse of vulnerability that gave Yoongi hope. The wall wasn’t cement, it was a curtain still, giving him to room to walk closer so he could catch the faint waft of a tea and jasmine in her aura.

Yoongi held onto her fingers gently at first. He waited for her to slowly curl and clasp back, giving him another chance to walk even closer. His hand reached up her arm, cupping her cheeks and kissed her. A fire roared inside him, feeling her warm kiss back again. It had been too long. Feeling the soft strands of her hair through his fingers, the taste of her and her warmth pressed against him soared through him with sweetness.

Yoongi leaned Kiku against the barre, lifting her enough to rest against her back against the mirror. Yoongi kissed her neck, suckled on the softest part of her skin and bit into it. The slight ache on her skin awakened her nerves.

Kiku ran her fingers through his hair, tugged at the scalp to ground her to reality. That this wasn’t a dream but her own beloved husband, tasting her skin after so long. Her hips desperately rubbed against the bulge forming on his pants, the weight of her body already pressing down against the barre but she didn’t care.

Kiku snuck her hand in between them, rubbing his hardened bulge before unbuttoning his pants. Her fingers wrapped gently around his thick member, twitching against the soft skin of her palm. Her index traced up the angry vein, teasing the slick tip until he let out a moan against her collarbone.

Yoongi lifted to look at her. Kiku smiled and sucked his arousal off her index, keeping her dark lust-blown eyes fixed on him. Yoongi gripped onto her jaw, pushing her cheeks in until her lips protruded. He kissed her again, harder this time as he reached under her skirt and ripped her thin panties, the delicate cloth soaked in her own arousal.

Kiku laughed, drunk with lust as she grabbed onto Yoongis length and aimed it at her sodden cunt. Time showed in the way Kiku felt so snug. She let out a small shaky whimper as if Yoongi entered her for the first time. Kiku gripped onto the barre as Yoongi gently pushed through the tightness, letting her adjust to him again.

Kiku grazed her nails against the fabric of his shirt, yanking off the buttons so her fingertips could trace his skin. She let out a pleased sigh as his entire length sunk inside her, his body flush against hers until they were one.

“I love you,” Yoongi whispered.

Kiku let out a small whimper, forehead pressed against his as tears burned in her eyes. Both an overwhelming flash of love and pleasure soared through her deliciously. “I love you too.”

As the declaration left her sweet lips, Yoongi began to thrust into her. Slow at first, ensuring that she felt the tip of him at her cervix and every ridge inside her remembered him sliding out. She dripped with arousal, making the wooden barre glisten. Yoongis hips moved faster, pistoning in a pattern that maddened Kiku.

Yoongi pulled at the sleeves of her top, sneaking it down until her nipples popped from their covering. The cold air of the ballet studio made them erect. Yoongi leaned and wrapped his lips around one of them, lapping his tongue on the tip until he felt her clench around his cock.

Kiku threw her head back against the mirror before kissing his temple. Yoongi was patient in his attention, moving to her right nipple and giving it the same love. Such affection. His pace quickened as her pleasure began to swell to its limit.

Yoongi gripped onto the back of her thighs, locking her against the wall and pounding into her. Without mercy and with the most delicious desperation that forced a string of moans out of Kiku. Never had she felt so free to let out all the noises she wanted.

His thrusts got harsher, her wet cunt slammed over and over again until even the barre began to squeak under the pressure. Then he paused suddenly with a pant. Kiku let out a choked scream as Yoongi buried himself deep, shaping himself inside her and carrying her off the barre. Kiku spewed another whimper, muffled against his shirt.

Yoongi let out an excited breath as he placed her shaking feet on the floor. Turned Kiku around and had her face her flushed, tear-stained and pleased expression in the mirror. Her hair had turned dishevelled, the front strand matted to her forehead. Yoongi gently placed his fingers over her neck, nose buried in her hair, the lovely scent of jasmine and her sweet arousal suffusing the air. “You’re mine. My love.” He whispered.

Kiku smiled, swaying her hips before he started pushing himself in again. This time much easier, wet and welcoming. “I’m yours.” She caressed his sweat slick cheek. “Yours. All yours.”

Yoongi hummed, thrusting into her again. Deep and hard. Each thrust felt like a shake through her whole body, making the memory of him linger until she dreamt about it days later. “Am I yours?”

Kiku let out a soft chuckle. “You’re mine.” Another rough thrust had her nearly sobbing as it hit her sensitive spot. He still knew where it was.

Yoongi panted, using her noise to thrust in that same position. Kiku bent over against the barre with a whimper, her knees nearly buckling but still wanting more. “Does it feel good, baby?”

Kiku stammered a response as he fucked into her again, her lower belly felt full, ready to roll over the edge. Yoongi pistoned into her ensuring that the same spot touched again and again. “Feels good, baby, don’t stop.” She cried out.

Yoongi groaned, leaning in and sneaking one of his hands between her legs. His calloused fingers rubbed her clit as his own orgasm rushed to the edge. “I’m gonna cum.”

Kiku let out a trembling breath, gripping on his forearm as her lower belly. Begging to release. “Cum inside me.” She turned her head and kissed his cheek. Then the coil sprung. Spurts of sweet nectar had her whimpering, a light choked scream as a light gush splashed on the floor.

Yoongi panted as his orgasm burst into madness, thick and warm as it filled Kiku’s womb. Messy and beautiful. Their thighs slick with the most wonderful arousal as he held his love in his hands, most of her weight rested on his grip as she trembled through her high. “Fuck, I missed you.”

Kiku chuckled, the tingles of ecstasy flooding through her like a blind bliss. “I missed you too,” she whispered, touching his cheek again. “Don’t be away from me.”

“Never. Never again.” And Yoongi held to that promise just as he held her. He would never let this go again.

***

Minho never hid his disappointments when it came to him. Except Yoongi wasn’t quite the same as all his other rookie musicians, who would fall back in line once they saw the displeased purse of his lips. “It would’ve been good for your career. Your wife should understand that much, she’s done the same with her career.’

“Kiku made her career without sacrificing time in our marriage,” Yoongi said. “I should be held to that same standard.”

Minho hummed, raising his hands in defense. “I mean if that’s what you want.”

“You did want to go to Greece for another tour so if that’s in the cards.” Yoongi already expected the sudden brightness in Minho’s face. He didn’t like disappointment but he did like something to do. Perhaps preparing for a future tour in Greece would allow for Yoongi to spend more time with Kiku.

Minho clapped his hands. “Greece and a few more dates in Japan as well. Kiku’s home country, that could make her happy.” He waved his hands, smiling to himself as if he wasn’t just ready to have a tantrum a few minutes ago. “Enjoy your anniversary.”

Yoongi smiled, feeling a wave of relief that he was appeased. No more tour dates anytime soon. Which meant he could go home when the sun was high in the sky and he had comfort waiting for him at home.

***

They took a plane back to their apartment in Korea the next day. The familiar dark wood, ferns and home-grown lettuce were well-tended to by their friends while they were gone. Kiku recognized the smell was different after a few months. Sadness pricked at her but it was bittersweet, not all bad. She was home again.

Kiku and Yoongi made dinner together to revive the smell of home. Warm rice soup, spinach salad, fresh steamed rice and spiced mapo tofu to fill their bellies.

“I’m thinking of opening a ballet studio,” Kiku said.

Yoongi’s brows raised mid-chew. “You want to teach?”

Kiku nodded with a smile. “I still want to dance and the doctor said just not to do performances. So teaching.”

“If you want a part-time piano player, I’m free.” Yoongi grinned.

“Without an interview?” Kiku frowned playfully. “My ballet studio would have more standards than that.”

“I mean I am sleeping with the owner, you could pull a few strings.” Yoongi shrugged.

Kiku’s lips parted in slight shock. “That’s highly inappropriate. You would have to show me your talents.”

As they put away the dishes for their lunch, Yoongi walked over to the grand piano perched on the space between the kitchen and living room. He reached out to his work bag and pulled out a few pieces of paper with hand-written music notes.

Yoongi played with the ease of breathing as he always did, except this music was the softest it had ever sounded. Delicate and sweet. Even the way his fingers moved on the keys were floating like a swan. A ballerina.

Kiku padded over to the piano, stood behind him and leaned her chin against his shoulder. She peered over the title and saw L’amour de me Vie. Love of my Life. Her heart burst with joy as she rested against the crook of his neck. “Who’s it about?”

Yoongi laughed, playing softer. “Depends, do I get the job?”

Kiku smiled and kissed his cheek. “Fine. You’re hired.”

“Then it’s you,” Yoongi said, smirking. It will always be you. 

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[probablyasocialecologist]

TikTok was where I learned about SHEIN. For a while my For You page, which had accurately identified my interest in fashion’s more material impacts, served me videos of sustainable fashion influencers decrying SHEIN’s wretched labor and environmental practices. The textile industry is the second-largest polluter in the world, they said, and of all the fast-fashion producers, SHEIN is by far the worst offender. SHEIN uses toxic chemicals in their clothing production; SHEIN mass-produces fabrics like spandex that never decompose (at this point an image would flash across the screen: an overflowing clothing landfill, or a mountain of discarded clothes in the Chilean desert so large it is visible from space); SHEIN exploits and endangers its factory workers. Employees earn $556 a month to make five hundred pieces of clothing every day, work eighteen-hour days, and use their lunch breaks to wash their hair — a schedule they repeat seven days per week with only one day off per month. A more nuanced TikToker might point out, briefly, that conditions in SHEIN factories are not necessarily unique, or that focusing on suppliers — rather than the larger systems of Western consumption and capitalism that create these conditions — is a fool’s errand, but the platform isn’t built for that kind of dialogue. I clicked on the comments and invariably read ones with several dozen likes saying, “I’m so willing to die in shein clothes.” Before long I was watching SHEIN hauls. There are millions of them — the tag #sheinhaul has been viewed a collective 14.2 billion times on TikTok. In each haul, a woman rips open a plastic bag filled with smaller plastic bags filled with small plastic clothing. Sometimes the woman holds up each garment and narrates its merits, but often the clothes are disembodied, laid flat on a floor or a bed in an accidental stop-motion animation. A stretchy red skirt on a furry white carpet is replaced by a strapless watercolor bustier with a deep-V neckline. A zebra-print skirt is followed by a matching pink two-piece set, with a short-sleeve cardigan and miniskirt constructed from a fabric that looks like bubble wrap. Sometimes a haul is five pieces, and sometimes it is too many pieces to count. The garments appear and disappear in seconds, edited to the beat of a trending song. Rarely do we see the clothing on a body. Usually brand familiarity accrues in a slow drip, building from obscurity to instant recognizability over the course of months or years as a designer’s work intersects with the zeitgeist and gains traction on social media. SHEIN was different. One day I’d never heard of the retailer and the next it was inescapable: in thousands of outfit videos, on millions of social media feeds. The clothes weren’t distinct or cohesive; what united them wasn’t style but price. All those SHEIN hauls entered my feeds with such ubiquity that they began to feel like they’d always been there. I’d opened a door to a new part of the fashion internet: a place where girls bragged about their ultra-fast-fashion purchases, delighting in the cheapness of the garments. Here, SHEIN was the obvious choice for new clothes. Why not, when you could buy on-trend pieces at lightning speed for less than the price of a cup of coffee? It was uncanny to bounce between videos: here was a girl showing off her new halter, here was another girl giving a litany of reasons why it was unconscionable to buy clothes for so little money. Didn’t these TikTokers hear one another? But then again, how could they? “This is what we keep missing here in the whole conversation about sustainability in the industry,” Nick Anguelov, a professor of public policy from UMass Dartmouth, said to a Slate journalist writing about SHEIN in June. “We keep failing to understand that our customers are kids and they don’t give a fuck.”

[princessgaia]

Sad ghost woman.

I had a mixed acai berry almond milk yogurt. I'm feeling really depressed about my new tank top. I guess I will pair it with my large sized cardigans I'm getting in October. I agree with noa that appearances are not particularly important. I believe in the blank state of existence. I'm so profoundly blessed to have her as a friend. I am heavily chained to capitalism and body image. I know in my soul it isn't true. But the coquette community is goofy and cute and I've always loved sanrio and kawaii stuff. I feel like a neglected child. When I was little I felt like an alien in my family and told them I wish they would all die. But my mom and dad are rare jolly souls. During Christmas mom would give us so many presents under the tree. When I was in fifth grade mom finally told me Santa wasn't real. I cried.

So this is my new ghost shirt. The girl who makes them loves t swift. I got a grey spruce shirt from her and I'm disappointed. But baggy shirts are always a plus so I'm gonna try and be positive about it.

It's sad cus in the Bible Jesus/God says do not worry about your clothes. I know it's wrong of me to be obsessed with coquette sophistication. I honestly don't even fluff w Lana del Rey or anyone else who sings coquette. I honestly believe that she's a bad influence on impressionable females. Same thing with Taylor Swift. It's all songs about love and men basically. It teaches females that romance is everything and to procreate. Instead of healing our souls and healing our earth. I mean I think they are very beautiful and talented singer songwriters. I'm not hating on them jus expressing my opinion.

I feel like an amalgamation of the world. Like I am mother earth. Coquette is much about black swan and girl interrupted, virgin suicides. Sad traumatized pretty females. I grew up going to the mental hospital so very many times. It sucks. I used to want to be a ballerina when I was a little girl. And I've struggled w bulimia and anorexia and binge eating since I was Atleast 9 years old. I remember having a best friend who died. We used to eat lunch together and I felt so ugly. All I would eat everyday is a kiwi. Then comes highschool and all I would eat is one granola bar a day.

I was bulimic at probably age 10. But it wasn't often. I became severely bulimic after age 24. And it's been like that ever since. But not now, no not now. My boyfriend really helps w my bulimia.

I got an anon saying my boyfriend is shitty and doesn't really love me. He does love me. And aren't we all shitty? He the most attractive man I've ever seen. He's touched me more gently and tenderly than any man ever. He takes care of me in a lot of ways. He complains about it but does it anyway. His heart is good. He has severe childhood trauma and never learned love.

I feel like we all have severe childhood trauma from this consumerist world of capitalism and money. It's hurting our souls, our bodies and fragile minds. I'm sorry I wasn't able to help produce positive change for us all. But being a creative writer, expressing my heart, I feel it is light giving.

Though this be heavy intangible material.

Thanks for reading. Love y'all.🌊🐾

[hlupdate]

W​​hat’s the secret to a great portrait? At 86 years old, David Hockney has a few ideas. A lifetime of looking has taught him to always start with the face. “I begin with the head first,” he says, matter-of-factly, from his home in France. “From there, I place everything else.”

That was his approach when, late last May, Harry Styles traveled to his light-filled studio in Normandy and stationed himself on a cane chair, ready to become the esteemed artist’s latest subject. Over two days, Hockney worked to capture the exact hues of red and yellow in Styles’s striped cardigan, the indigo of his jeans, the string of pearls at his neck—not to mention the unmistakable tousled fringe of one of the world’s biggest pop stars. For the artist, though, the goal was merely to capture the essence of the person in front of him. “I wasn’t really aware of his celebrity then,” Hockney says, with a shrug. “He was just another person who came to the studio.”

The pair struck up an instant rapport that was likely helped by Styles being a full-on fanboy. For��his Vogue cover shoot in 2020, Styles wore a pair of hand-painted Bode cords that featured a talismanic illustration of Hockney by artist Aayushia Khowala. It’s also hard to imagine the wide-eyed wonder of a flamboyant Brit discovering the sunny thrills and spills of California—a theme, and sound, that has permeated the former One Direction singer’s solo albums—without Hockney as a precedent. “David Hockney has been reinventing the way we look at the world for decades,” says Styles. “It was a complete privilege to be painted by him.”

The unveiling of the portrait kicks off the second iteration of the National Portrait Gallery’s Hockney exhibition “Drawing From Life,” which first opened in February 2020, only to close weeks later due to the pandemic. With the addition of a new room of pictures charting Hockney’s creative impulses throughout lockdown, the show returns on November 2—a few months after a refurbishment of the entire museum—with Styles’s portrait as its crown jewel. “The whole world shut down, and the exhibition was still sitting there, in the dark,” recalls Sarah Howgate, the gallery’s senior curator of contemporary collections, who oversaw the exhibition in both phases. “So it’s nice to know it will have another life.”

The Styles painting may bring star wattage, but the unassuming genius of Hockney’s portraiture is still the main exhibition draw. What makes his images tick, you quickly learn, is their honesty: whether in the tension bubbling beneath the surface of his famed double portrait of Ossie Clark and Celia Birtwell, painted between 1970 and ’71, or the seated figures that populated his 2016 Royal Academy of Arts exhibition, which included the likes of his own sister, Margaret, and the late comedian Barry Humphries. Hockney’s eye for the human figure may be playful, often kaleidoscopic, sometimes fantastical—but it’s always, most importantly, frank.

Styles’s portrait will hang alongside those of writer Gregory Evans, Hockney’s printer Maurice Payne, the mayor of his local town Dozulé, his gardener, and even his chiropodist, or in Hockney’s words, “the dandy who cuts my toenails.”

One of his more recent subjects was the eminent music producer Clive Davis, who first suggested inviting Styles to swing by. “Clive told me about Harry’s new album, and JP [Hockney’s studio assistant] sent Harry a note and asked him if he’d like to come to my studio and sit for his portrait,” Hockney remembers. “He replied straight away and said, yes, he’d love to.” From there, Hockney’s process of painting Styles was instinctive. “Everybody just came to sit,” he says, breezily, before admitting: “Now I know Harry’s a celebrity, though: I’ve seen all his music videos.”

“He’s not a traditional portrait painter,” says Howgate. Hockney’s interest is not in what people do, but rather in who they are. “He’s not interested in fame. He’s interested in depicting people and their relationships.” It’s why his eye is primarily trained on his inner circle these days—but it also pays testament to his enduring curiosity that he’s still willing to open that up to a newcomer every so often. Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio.

“David Hockney: Drawing From Life” will be at the National Portrait Gallery from November 2 to January 21, 2024.

[yoon-kooks]

better than sex | myg | 3

🍑Pairing: Yoongi x Producer!Reader

🍑Genre: fluff, smut, studio!au

🍑Summary: As Min Yoongi’s studio neighbor and self-proclaimed nemesis, you’ve always seen him as someone who knew how to maintain a clean, well-put-together image without any careless slip-ups. But after nearly walking in on him with a hand around his cock, you gain a new perspective that leads to steamy fantasies in your bedroom and much-needed inspiration in the studio for Bangtan’s next album.

A week before track submissions are due, you give Yoongi a taste of the dirty demo, and now the selfish bastard wants to claim it for his own solo album. In exchange, he offers to help you produce another Bangtan track by the end of the week. Your only condition is for this track to be better than the sexual fantasies that inspired its predecessor.

🍑Word Count: 2.3k

🍑Parts: 1 ◆ 2 ◆ 3 [discontinued after this chapter]

🍑Warnings: this is the last part im posting for this series even though it was supposed to be longer, the ending here isnt conclusive but im posting it for anyone interested! if you have questions about the couple or where the story wouldve went, feel free to send some asks🥹 no smut in this chapter btw

🍑Wednesday🍑

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:47PM] “We’re filming near the BigHit building if you want a break from the studio”

Y/N💅 [6:48PM] “is there free coffee👀”

Y/N💅 [6:48PM] “asking for a friend”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:49PM] “There’s a whole taco truck here for dinner”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:50PM] “And free coffee for your friend”

Y/N💅 [6:51PM] “okay ill be there in a sex🐁”

Yoongi🍑👹 [6:51PM] “Sex?”

Y/N🐭 [6:51PM] “SEC”

Y/N🐭 [6:51PM] “fuck you”

You don’t really want to see Yoongi after an embarrassing typo like that, but you can’t say no to free food and coffee. Besides, the studio gets awfully boring and lonely when the boys aren’t around all day. It’s been like that as of late, aside from your late-night studio sessions with you-know-who. In times like this, you’re grateful the boy thought to invite you out for a change of scenery.

After throwing a cardigan over your shoulders and tucking your mini lyric notebook into your pocket, you step out of your studio and head over to the address Yoongi sent you. Your tummy immediately starts to feel like shit, but it isn’t hunger. It’s the kind of nervous feeling you get on a first date—except this isn’t a first date. It’s just the first time you’ve been invited by one of the guys to go behind the scenes of something other than music production.

Just as you’re about to message Yoongi about your arrival, you spot Jimin and Taehyung waving their tacos at you from right outside the area for filming.

“We’ve been expecting you, Y/N,” Taehyung says as if he’s the butler of some royal mansion. It matches his slicked-back hair and fancy gentleman costume that he’s only partly changed out of.

“Yoongi told us you were dropping by for table scraps or something.” Jimin hands you a to-go box loaded with tacos. It’s still nice and hot. “He said you’re like a little mouse scurrying around for free food.”

“Great. Did he just invite me over here so y’all can insult me?” You narrow your eyes at the boys, even though “little mouse” is the most endearing insult you’ve ever heard.

“He wanted to see you, obviously,” Taehyung shrugs. “Bro won’t shut up about that track you’re working on with him. Said you came up with a pretty sick hook.”

Oh, so he’s insulting you and complimenting you. Sounds about right for the nemesis you know.

The boys bring you inside to what looks like the set of a cologne commercial. Who knows. Maybe it’s actually a personal moisturizer for self-pleasure in that black bottle they’re advertising. 

One by one, you spot and say hi to the rest of the guys. Seokjin and Namjoon are getting their makeup touched up, Jungkook is devouring what appears to be his second box of tacos, and Hoseok is looking over the shots he just finished. The only person unaccounted for is the boy who called you over here.

Then you look over to where all the cameras are pointed. Yoongi is lying comfortably on a leather couch, legs propped up on the armrest. He holds the black bottle up and studies it like he’s reading a book. 

He looks good on that couch, but not nearly as good as he looked on the one in your studio last night. On your couch, he had a different look to him. He wasn’t the calm and well-mannered idol you see posing for the camera now. He was very much into finger-fucking you and making a mess out of you on your couch. And it was hot as hell.

Still, you have to admit you’re here drooling over him in his suit and tie like he’s the CEO of your heart or something. You’re not used to seeing him in anything other than sweats or jeans since there’s apparently no one worth impressing in the studio end of the BigHit building. And as much as you adore his naked face and casual look, Hot CEO is definitely a style he should adopt more of.

“Did you come here to stare or to eat?” Yoongi asks as soon as he gets a break from the cameras. No hi, no how are you. Just more slander. It should be illegal to be mean and handsome at the same time.

You came because he invited you! And because you like free food! And because maybe he’s nice to look at! But you’re not going to waste your breath on telling him something he already knows.

“I heard you called me a little mouse.” You cross your arms as he takes a long sip of water. “Is that your new pet name for me?”

He chokes on his water. Good. “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Aha, you were right. And to be honest, you wouldn’t really mind him calling you his Little Mouse from now on. “It’s because you sent that mouse emoji earlier.”

Ah, yes, the infamous mouse emoji that came right after your infamous sex typo. Good to know he hasn’t burned that cursed text from his memory the way you have.

The boy points to the box in your hands. “You should eat.”

“Did you eat already?” you ask, fidgeting with the notebook in your pocket. A tiny part of you is hoping he hasn’t so you can eat together. Then he’d have some time to look over the lyrics you’ve been working on for the song.

He shakes his head. “Now’s a good time—”

“Yoongi, we need you back for maybe 30… 40 minutes?” a camera guy calls out. You thought this was supposed to be Yoongi’s turn for a break. You thought this was your turn with him.

“I’ll be there in a sec,” he says, pulling you around the corner to a narrow hallway. The strong grip around your wrist is an odd mix of comfort and clinginess. “I heard the tacos are good. You should eat before they get cold.” In other words, eat without him because he doesn’t have time for you.

“They’re already cold.” You don’t mean it as a complaint. If he ate with you, you’re sure a cold meal would be just as satisfying as a hot one. But the thought of eating cold tacos all alone is kind of pathetic. And that makes you sad.

With a frown, he takes the box from you and pulls a taco out, examining it closely like the hottest certified health inspector in town. You’re suddenly hungry. The taco does look quite appetizing in those hands of his. Anything he touches becomes a thousand times prettier.

He takes a small bite as if whatever’s yours is his. You don’t mind, though. At least you know he’s getting some food in his stomach before returning to work.

But then he turns the taco to you and holds it up to your lips. You feel a piece of tortilla cling to the corner of your mouth as you bite into your dinner.

“Good, right?” The boy picks the tortilla bit off your cheek and pops it into his mouth before you can hide the mess from him—can’t get anything past his eyes.

You nod as you munch on the taco. You’ve never heard of a mouse being fed like royalty. But you have to admit, you kind of like it.

Satisfied with your answer, Yoongi tucks the half-eaten taco away with the rest of them in the box. You reach for the box, but he pulls it back out of reach.

“You’re not gonna grab some coffee too?” he asks.

You’d long forgotten about the coffee. Besides, what’s the point if you can’t enjoy it with the biggest coffee enthusiast you know?

“Maybe next time.” You swipe for the box again like a cat making a move on its prey. But once again, he holds the box as far away from you without actually distancing his body from yours. You both know there’s nowhere to run with that taco box in this narrow corridor.

“How about tomorrow morning?” he casually throws out. What, like a coffee date? Like an actual date? There’s no way. “I’ll pick it up on the way to the studio.”

Right. He can’t be seen out in the open with anyone other than his members and managers. You just wish so badly that that wasn’t the case.

“Yeah, that’s fine.” Besides, the two of you are just friends. A coffee date with him is asking for too much. You feel yourself shrinking against the wall and fail to notice the way he studies the hint of disappointment in your eyes.

Before you know it, his lips find yours. They’re soft and lazy but also comforting—more comforting than any cup of coffee you could’ve gotten from here. And that’s when you know the small trip you made tonight was all worth it. Any time you get to spend with him is always worth it, no matter how short it may be.

“I’ll surprise you with something good,” he hums against your lips before finally handing the box back to you and walking toward the cameras. “See you around, Little Mouse.”

When you get back to your studio, all you think about while eating your cold tacos is Yoongi kissing you again. This time was different, though. It wasn’t prompted by sexual tension or frsutration. It was the kind of kiss you’d give when parting with a lover after a perfect night spent together. What business did Min Yoongi have with sending you off like that? You’ve heard of superheroes being charmed by the enemy, but you won’t let yourself be that easy. Not that way.

So after you take the last bite of your tacos, you shake off the thought of his soft lips and reach into your cardigan pocket for your notebook. It’s time to get back to work.

But the pocket is empty. The one on the other side is empty as well. Oh fuck. The notebook with all your lyrics is gone. All your hard work is suddenly gone. You must’ve dropped it on your little outing for free food.

And that’s not even the worst part. There are things in there no one else is supposed to see. If it falls into the wrong hands—i.e. Yoongi’s large veiny hands—you’re going to lose your goddamn mind.

You should probably go back and find it before the enemy does.

As soon as you step out of your studio, your body smacks right into a solid chest. You square up on instinct like it’s some late-night intruder, but it’s just Yoongi. And he’s got his stinken hands on your notebook. Of course he does.

“Oh good, I was looking for that,” you say as innocently as possible before swiping your paws at him. He takes a step back along with the notebook.

“First of all, ouch.” He rubs his chest right where you’d collided with him. “Second, you’re welcome for returning this safely to you.”

“Thank you, Yoongi. You truly are the best,” you mutter, somewhat distracted by the hand on his chest. It’s so veiny. “Happy now? Can I have my notebook back please?”

“Wait.” He holds a finger up like you’re a puppy in training. You only obey because you really need the notebook back. “What are all those lyrics in here?”

“For the song we’re working on, obviously.” A half truth.

“Some pages have dates from years ago.”

“Well you weren’t supposed to see those.”

“Well I read all of them.” He finally hands the notebook back, but it appears to be too late. He knows your secrets now. “It’s a waste of good lyrics. Assuming you weren’t planning on using them after all these years.”

“I’m not.” You cling to the notebook as if there’s anything left to hide in it. Anybody who’s read them could tell those other lyrics weren’t written for Bangtan songs. They were clearly written for you, from your perspective. Your unfiltered feelings, good and bad, make up approximately 99% of those lyrics. You might’ve even written soft shit about Yoongi. 

“Okay, well, I’m glad I got to read them at least.” He leans against the doorframe. You’d expect him to be smirking after reading all the sappy things you’d written in that notebook, but he’s well-behaved tonight. “I wouldn’t be mad if you put out your own music eventually.”

“Very unlikely.” Although you appreciate him subtly supporting everything you do when it comes to music. “I already have my hands full with you, don’t I?”

“Oh, am I too much for you to handle?” There’s the smirk.

“Perhaps.” You press both hands into his chest and walk him backward to escort him out. There shall be no smirking or charming boys in your studio tonight.

“I have to head back before we wrap up.” He nods in the direction of the shoot as your hands continue to rest on him. “Will you still be around in an hour?”

“Nah, I’ll probably be out of here in about twenty minutes.” You pretend to check your phone even though you know you’ll still be in the studio for at least a few more hours. You’d rather not encourage him to come back and extend his already long day. “I just need to jot down a couple of ideas first.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He starts walking away before turning on his heels. “Oh, by the way, there’s been a change of plans about the morning coffee.”

Your heart sinks. No coffee? Got it.

“The photoshoot was supposed to be a two-day thing, but since we’re finishing it up tonight, I don’t have any work scheduled for tomorrow.” A free day? For Min Yoongi? Unheard of. “I’ll pick you up in the morning. Just bring your guitar. And that notebook.”

“You forgot the part where you tell me what the actual plan is.” You’re skeptical. He’s being sneaky, and that’s never a good sign.

“I told you it’s a surprise.” He dips before you can protest.

[hayleysayshay]

Man like with the Mighty Nein animated series getting teased and barely no news about about TLOVM S3, it’s just like yeah, sometimes hard to keep my excitement up and getting prepared for Vox Machina to just be ignored in favour of the Mighty Nein again, both by the company and by the fandom.

With VM being basically ignored in new merch (new M9 hoodie! Caduceus cardigan and Jester dress!) it does feel obvious where their focus lays and it does feel disenchanting if your favourite is C1.

It’s like when I first joined this fandom it was so exciting to be with a show producing new content for your interest, but now, eh.

Really conspiratorial part says s3 will be the last TLOVM season and they’ll just focus on M9, because of course they would.

[mr-styles]

When Harry Styles Met David Hockney: An Exclusive First Look At A Special New Portrait

A legendary painter and a pop lodestar? Sparks were inevitable. David Hockney and Harry Styles share a very special sitting with Liam Hess

W​​hat’s the secret to a great portrait? At 86 years old, David Hockney has a few ideas. A lifetime of looking has taught him to always start with the face. “I begin with the head first,” he says, matter-of-factly, from his home in France. “From there, I place everything else.”

That was his approach when, late last May, Harry Styles travelled to his light-filled studio in Normandy and stationed himself on a cane chair, ready to become the esteemed artist’s latest subject. Over two days, Hockney worked to capture the exact hues of red and yellow in Styles’s striped cardigan, the indigo of his jeans, the string of pearls at his neck – not to mention the unmistakable tousled fringe of one of the world’s biggest pop stars. For the artist, though, the goal was merely to capture the essence of the person in front of him. “I wasn’t really aware of his celebrity then,” Hockney says, with a shrug. “He was just another person who came to the studio.”

The pair struck up an instant rapport that was likely helped by Styles being a full-on fanboy. For his US Vogue cover shoot in 2020, Styles wore a pair of hand-painted Bode cords that featured a talismanic illustration of Hockney by artist Aayushia Khowala. It’s also hard to imagine the wide-eyed wonder of a flamboyant Brit discovering the sunny thrills and spills of California – a theme, and sound, that has permeated the former One Direction singer’s solo albums – without Hockney as a precedent. “David Hockney has been reinventing the way we look at the world for decades,” says Styles. “It was a complete privilege to be painted by him.”

The unveiling of the portrait kicks off the second iteration of the National Portrait Gallery’s Hockney exhibition Drawing From Life, which first opened in February 2020, only to close weeks later due to the pandemic. With the addition of a new room of pictures charting Hockney’s creative impulses throughout lockdown, the show returns on 2 November – a few months after a refurbishment of the entire museum – with Styles’s portrait as its crown jewel. “The whole world shut down, and the exhibition was still sitting there, in the dark,” recalls Sarah Howgate, the gallery’s senior curator of contemporary collections, who oversaw the exhibition in both phases. “So it’s nice to know it will have another life.”

The Styles painting may bring star wattage, but the unassuming genius of Hockney’s portraiture is still the main exhibition draw. What makes his images tick, you quickly learn, is their honesty: whether in the tension bubbling beneath the surface of his famed double portrait of Ossie Clark and Celia Birtwell, painted between 1970 and ’71, or the seated figures that populated his 2016 Royal Academy of Arts exhibition, which included the likes of his own sister, Margaret, and the late comedian Barry Humphries. Hockney’s eye for the human figure may be playful, often kaleidoscopic, sometimes fantastical – but it’s always, most importantly, frank.

Styles’s portrait will hang alongside those of writer Gregory Evans, Hockney’s printer Maurice Payne, the mayor of his local town Dozulé, his gardener and even his chiropodist, or in Hockney’s words, “the dandy who cuts my toenails” .

One of his more recent subjects was the eminent music producer Clive Davis, who first suggested inviting Styles to swing by. “Clive told me about Harry’s new album, and JP [Hockney’s studio assistant] sent Harry a note and asked him if he’d like to come to my studio and sit for his portrait,” Hockney remembers. “He replied straight away and said, yes, he’d love to.” From there, Hockney’s process of painting Styles was instinctive. “Everybody just came to sit,” he says, breezily, before admitting: “Now I know Harry’s a celebrity, though: I’ve seen all his music videos.”

“He’s not a traditional portrait painter,” says Howgate. Hockney’s interest is not in what people do, but rather in who they are. “He’s not interested in fame. He’s interested in depicting people and their relationships.” It’s why his eye is primarily trained on his inner circle these days – but it also pays testament to his enduring curiosity that he’s still willing to open that up to a newcomer every so often. Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio.

via vogue.co.uk

[thestylesindependent]

W​​hat’s the secret to a great portrait? At 86 years old, David Hockney has a few ideas. A lifetime of looking has taught him to always start with the face. “I begin with the head first,” he says, matter-of-factly, from his home in France. “From there, I place everything else.”

That was his approach when, late last May, Harry Styles travelled to his light-filled studio in Normandy and stationed himself on a cane chair, ready to become the esteemed artist’s latest subject. Over two days, Hockney worked to capture the exact hues of red and yellow in Styles’s striped cardigan, the indigo of his jeans, the string of pearls at his neck – not to mention the unmistakable tousled fringe of one of the world’s biggest pop stars. For the artist, though, the goal was merely to capture the essence of the person in front of him. “I wasn’t really aware of his celebrity then,” Hockney says, with a shrug. “He was just another person who came to the studio.”

The pair struck up an instant rapport that was likely helped by Styles being a full-on fanboy. For his US Vogue cover shoot in 2020, Styles wore a pair of hand-painted Bode cords that featured a talismanic illustration of Hockney by artist Aayushia Khowala. It’s also hard to imagine the wide-eyed wonder of a flamboyant Brit discovering the sunny thrills and spills of California – a theme, and sound, that has permeated the former One Direction singer’s solo albums – without Hockney as a precedent. “David Hockney has been reinventing the way we look at the world for decades,” says Styles. “It was a complete privilege to be painted by him.”

The unveiling of the portrait kicks off the second iteration of the National Portrait Gallery’s Hockney exhibition Drawing From Life, which first opened in February 2020, only to close weeks later due to the pandemic. With the addition of a new room of pictures charting Hockney’s creative impulses throughout lockdown, the show returns on 2 November – a few months after a refurbishment of the entire museum – with Styles’s portrait as its crown jewel. “The whole world shut down, and the exhibition was still sitting there, in the dark,” recalls Sarah Howgate, the gallery’s senior curator of contemporary collections, who oversaw the exhibition in both phases. “So it’s nice to know it will have another life.”

The Styles painting may bring star wattage, but the unassuming genius of Hockney’s portraiture is still the main exhibition draw. What makes his images tick, you quickly learn, is their honesty: whether in the tension bubbling beneath the surface of his famed double portrait of Ossie Clark and Celia Birtwell, painted between 1970 and ’71, or the seated figures that populated his 2016 Royal Academy of Arts exhibition, which included the likes of his own sister, Margaret, and the late comedian Barry Humphries. Hockney’s eye for the human figure may be playful, often kaleidoscopic, sometimes fantastical – but it’s always, most importantly, frank.

Styles’s portrait will hang alongside those of writer Gregory Evans, Hockney’s printer Maurice Payne, the mayor of his local town Dozulé, his gardener and even his chiropodist, or in Hockney’s words, “the dandy who cuts my toenails” .

One of his more recent subjects was the eminent music producer Clive Davis, who first suggested inviting Styles to swing by. “Clive told me about Harry’s new album, and JP [Hockney’s studio assistant] sent Harry a note and asked him if he’d like to come to my studio and sit for his portrait,” Hockney remembers. “He replied straight away and said, yes, he’d love to.” From there, Hockney’s process of painting Styles was instinctive. “Everybody just came to sit,” he says, breezily, before admitting: “Now I know Harry’s a celebrity, though: I’ve seen all his music videos.”

“He’s not a traditional portrait painter,” says Howgate. Hockney’s interest is not in what people do, but rather in who they are. “He’s not interested in fame. He’s interested in depicting people and their relationships.” It’s why his eye is primarily trained on his inner circle these days – but it also pays testament to his enduring curiosity that he’s still willing to open that up to a newcomer every so often. Styles seems to know how lucky he is, adding, with a tinge of disbelief: “I’m in awe of the man with enough one-liners for a lifetime.” As to what those one-liners might be? Styles and Hockney’s mutual silence on that question suggests that what happens in the studio, stays in the studio.

David Hockney: Drawing From Life will be at the National Portrait Gallery from 2 November to 21 January 2024

[sweetvelaryon]

[jaceluke]

warning: smut

Say Yes To Heaven Pt-1

[part 2 will be on Wattpad]

wattpad: @sxarletdevil

book: jaceluke

Luke stood outside the school building waiting for the bell to ring. he often got stares from parents which didn't bother him much anymore. the bell ring and the students were released. it took a couple minutes but his daughter, Rhaella came running down screaming, "MUÑA! MUÑA! MUÑA!"

"Oh!" he yelped as his five year old daughter crashed her little arms around him. he knelt down picked her up into a hug, "hi, baby! how's my little dragon?"

"muña! I made a friend! her name is Daenys!" Rhaella beamed in happiness.

Luke tightened his hold on his daughter as they passed by parents and their children. "that's good baby! how was school?"

"it was good," she replied and looked around, "where's dad?"

Lucerys tried to ignore the stab of pain his chest at her words, "he's busy, baby. at work."

Rhaella wrapped her arms around Luke's neck and hugged him tightly. Luke took the hug from her and softly smiled. "wanna get ice cream and go to the park?"

"yes, please," Rhaella answered.

he put her down on the ground and held her hand. the sun was shinning in New York and their was a brisk of cold air. Rhaella wore jeans, with a princess T-shirt and a red cardigan over her. her long silver hair was in extravagant braids (that Luke has to do every morning). Luke was in his black business suit with red bottom heels clicking on the concrete. Lucerys hadn't changed much from his teenage years. he was still short but the heels gave him the boost. his hair was consistently cut because he didn't want to follow his families old valyria traditions. only difference from before was he now had a figure after 12 hours of a difficult birth. Rhaella luckily was born healthy. hips and thighs that were constricted in the business pants, breast that shamefully still produced milk even now, a soft and pudgey stomach.

"alright baby, you wanna go buy ice cream by yourself or do you want me to go with you?" Lucerys asked her.

"I can do it," she beamed up at him. she took off her pink backpack and gave it to him. they switched as he handed her his debt card. the ice cream shop was right across the park so Luke was able to keep an eye on her.

"Lucerys?"

he turned around seeing his older brother, Jacaerys. "hey, Jace," he smiled at him.

they both quickly hug, "how long has it been?"

"uh, like five, six years," Luke answered. it looked like Jace had been on a run, due to the joggers, T-shirt that clung to every muscle he had to showoff, and running shoes.

"yeah, yeah." he replied as he looked down at his feet, "hows Aemond?"

not this. come on.

"he's good. he's good. baela?" he asked back eyeing him up and down before settling to focus on his violet eyes.

he scoffed at the question, "she... I'll be honest she probably has a dick down her throat right now."

"dear Lord," Luke blurted out and tried to stifle the laughter threatening to escape.

"you can laugh. I'm the one who was too blind to see it," Jace told him.

"no, no, it's not funny. just the way you said it...I wasn't expecting that and especially not from your loyal wife Baela," Lucerys replied.

"yeah well how many times can you find boxers that aren't yours and letting your wife gaslight till it finally hits?" he said.

"muña, I didn't know which one you wanted so I got cookie and cream," Rhaella announced as she handed him a cup of ice cream.

"oh, thank you baby. Jace this is your niece Rhaella. Rhaella this is your uncle Jace," Luke introduced the pair.

jacaerys smiled fondly at the young girl and Rhaella blushed furiously. "do you want ice cream?" she asked him.

"no, Rhaella thank you." Jace smiled at her.

while Jace was focused on Rhaella, Luke took his time admiring every little feature of his brother. his curls tied into a bun, broad shoulders, light stubble on his face, and thick lashes. "muña, your staring," Rhaella giggled.

Lucerys cheeks flushed red as he quickly looked away, "baby go on to the slide."

Rhaella laughed as she ran off with her ice cream in hand and went to the swings. "she's precious. Aemond is a lucky man." Jace commented as they trailed behind Rhaella to a picnic table.

another stab.

"a beautiful daughter. a beautiful wife." he softly spoke. Lucerys could feel his cheeks burn with the comments and tried to ignore the intense stare his brother was giving him. "he really kept his word."

"Jace don't," Lucerys softly spoke as they got to the picnic table. his blue eyes looked at his brothers and their was no hiding the desire in both of them. even years later it was just as intoxicating as it was when they were teens.

"sorry," he said but he didn't mean. they sat in silence as they watched Rhaella swing slowly and eat her ice cream. twenty minutes had passed when she ran towards them, "uncle Jace can you push me on the swing?"

"may I?" he asked quietly to Luke.

Lucerys smiled and gave him a small nod. Rhaella wrapped her hand into jace's. it was crazy how much his hand made her look so tiny. Luke crossed one leg over the other as he watched Jace push Rhaella on the swing. the ice cream was long forgotten as Luke watched his brother. from the swing, to the jungle gym, to the slides, Jace didn't leave rhaella's side. the sun was beginning to set when Luke called it for the night.

"mommy, can Jace walk us home?" Rhaella asked.

"sweetie, Jace probably has things to do. we've already taken much of his time," Lucerys told her. her violet eyes welded with tears.

"actually, my schedule is cleared for the day. I don't mind either," Jace interjected.

I'm trying not to make a mistake Jace.

"okay, well, let's go," Luke said.

"piggy!" Rhaella screamed. Jace knelt down allowing the five years old to climb up on his back. the walk wasn't far but the definitely took their time to get there. when they did Rhaella was sound asleep and was clutching onto Jace for dear life. Luke unlocked his front door and put her backpack down before tearing her off jaces body.

"thanks Jace. for today." Lucerys thanked him.

"no problem. just don't keep Rhaella from me for too long. she's nice company," Jace replied with a softly smile as he stroked her blonde hair. Luke could feel his heart hammer against his chest at the words. desire burning in his belly as he felt Jace's hands brush over his.

"good night."

"good night, Luke."

it didn't take long to get Rhaella into bed and slowly undo her braids. he would have to wake up a bit earlier to bathe her before school.

"mommy," she softly groaned and grabbed his hand.

Lucerys softly spoke, "yes, my little dragon?"

"there's... there's a daddy-daughter dance this weekend. do you think Daddy can come?" she asked him with sleepy eyes.

"I'll ask him sweetling," he replied pressing a kiss to her temple. she smiled before closing her eyes and falling asleep. he took of her shoes and put them to the side. placing her large blanket on her and turning off the lamp, Luke descended downstairs. he sat down on the couch and pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed Aemond's number.

"what Luke?" he answered aggressively.

"watch your tone." he snapped at his uncle-husband.

"what Luke?" Aemond asked again.

"there's a daddy-daughter dance this weekend. are you going to take Rhaella?" lucerys asked his dear husband.

"I can't. I'll be busy." he answered.

"you're a really shit fucking dad," lucerys spat on the phone.

"whatever Luke. I'm busy." the dial tone went through and lucerys nearly threw his phone at the wall.

fucking cunt.

he stood up from the table not wanting to eat dinner and just climb into bed. the next morning, he woke up early before his alarm. he decided to go ahead and get Rhaella ready for school. after her bath Rhaella sat on bathroom counter while lucerys pulled out hair ties, bows, hairbrushes, and other hair products.

"alright sweetling, what are we doing with your hair?" he asked.

"umm, can we do pigtails?" she asked, her violet eyes showed still much drowsiness.

"two pigtails coming up," lucerys replied.

"mommy, is daddy taking me to the dance?" she asked as Luke finished the left pigtail.

"oh, baby, I asked him and he's too busy," he told her. Rhaella looked away from the mirror to her small fingers, a pained and sad expression etched on her face. then her face lit up and gasped, "can uncle Jace take me! can you ask him? please! please, please, please, please, please mommy! ask Jace!"

lucerys softly laughed, "okay, okay. I'll ask Jace today."

Rhaella beamed in happiness as lucerys finished her other pigtail. "let's go eat," lucerys placed her down on the floor. after breakfast they drove down to the school.

"have a good day baby," Luke told her.

"bye muña! love you!" she screamed as she ran down to the school building.

"I love you!" lucerys yelled after.

lucerys arrived to Driftmark Enterprises and headed inside to his office. the blue suit and black YSL heels made him stand more than it should. Luke came from money but after his indecision years ago his mother cut him off. his grandfather, Corlys on the other hand loved him too much to just push him out of the family business. he would be the next CEO right after his father Laenor.

"claire, can you call Targaryen Industries and ask Jacaerys Targaryen to make a visit here?" lucerys told his assistant.

"right away, sir," she answered picking up her phone.

today would be a bit of a slower day but busy none the less. a soft knock and assistant poked her head in, "Jacaerys Targaryen is here to see you."

"let him in," he answered.

the door opened wider and a perfectly attired Jacaerys entered the office. the black suit and tie was much a harsher difference then the jogger and T-shirt from yesterday.

"everything alright?" Jace asked as he sat down in the leather seat in front of Luke's white desk.

"I have a favor to ask," lucerys spoke as he put up the remaining files for his upcoming project.

"what's up?"

Lucerys leaned back in his chair and crossed one leg over the other, "Rhaella has a daddy-daughter dance this weekend and due to unforeseen issues Aemond can not take her. she asked me to ask you if you wouldn't mind taking her?"

their was a moment of silence as Jacaerys's violet eyes studied his brother. "what color is her dress?"

"she chose a dark red," Luke answered with a sweet smile.

"she has good taste. no problem I'll take her," Jace replied, a warm feeling spreading in his chest.

"thank you, Jace. truly I deeply appreciate it," Lucerys replied.

"go ahead and pay my favor back with allowing me to take you and her to dinner tonight," Jace said.

lucerys softly laughed before glancing at what the day was. Wednesday. he nibbled on his bottom lip before looking back at his brother. jacaerys was doing everything in his will power to not grab his little brother and smoother him in kisses.

"alright. do you want us to meet you at the restaurant?" he asked.

"I'll pick you up," Jace answered.

"alright then. I'll see you tonight," Lucerys told him.

jacaerys gave him a small nod before heading out the door. lucerys found himself staring at the closed door longer than he should've been. he released a deep sigh before finishing up his work and going to pick up Rhaella from school.

"muña," Rhaella huffed as she got into the BMW.

"what's wrong baby?" Luke asked as her as he drove down the road.

"Daenys ignored me all day today. I didn't even do anything wrong to her. All she said was, "I don't want to talk to you." I don't know why," Rhaella spoke extremely sad and she started picking at skin around her nails.

"hey, hey, baby. don't do that. I have something that's gonna brighten your day up real quick," Luke quickly said.

her violet eyes lit up as she met his gaze in the rear view mirror, "uncle Jace wants to talk to you so we're are going to have dinner with him."

"yes! did you tell him about the dance, mommy?" she quickly asked.

"we'll see what he says at dinner," Luke teased his daughter. Rhaella was beyond happy as they arrived home and she rushed inside to bathe and change clothes. they both were dressed in casual jeans and sweaters. Luke had finished the rhaella's pigtails when the door bell rang and she dashed to the door.

"uncle Jace!" she squealed and reached her arms open for him.

"Rhaella!" he yelled in the same excitement and picked her up. Rhaella giggled as Jace started asking millions of questions about her day. the sound made Luke's heart yearn. how he wished he could home everyday to that sound.

"ready?" Jace asked him.

Lucerys looked up from the floor to Jace holding Rhaella in his arms. he was also in jeans and in an old football jersey he's kept for so long. it was the perfect sight for sore eyes. he softly smiled and shook his head. the trio got into jace's truck and drove to surprisingly, a random diner Rhaenyra used to take Luke and Jace to. Rhaella held Jace's hand as they entered the diner.

"they have the best milkshakes here, rhae. your gonna love it," Jace told the five year old.

"rhae?" Luke quietly asked.

"yeah, she needs a nickname. or should I call her ella? what do you call her?" Jace asked him as they sat down in a booth.

"he calls me baby, sweetling, little dragon, sweetie," Rhaella starts naming off the nicknames Luke uses, "you can call me whatever mommy calls me."

"is that okay with mommy?" Jace asked, the word mommy came off with darker tone that completely went over Rhaella's head, but not Luke. Lucerys was on the inside of the booth and Jace was beside him. Rhaella had the other side to herself. Lucerys stared at Jace and he didn't break contact either.

"yes, that's fine with mommy," Luke played along.

he can see jace's pupils dilate at his answer. he gave a small nod to tell Rhaella about the dance because he hadn't told her yet. "oh, Rhaella, will you let me take you to the daughter dance?" Jace asked her.

her violet eyes lit up and a toothy smile on her lips, "yes! yes! please! I'm wearing a red dress and you have to match!"

"I cross my heart, I will match you," he immediately answers.

Rhaella smiled and told Lucerys what she wanted to eat. after burgers, fries, and a hot dog (for Jace) they ordered three milkshakes.

"vanilla for the little dragon, chocolate for uncle Jace, and strawberry for mommy," Jace spoke as he passed the milkshakes to the correct person. again Lucerys simply eyed him for a second and he did the same. Jace picked up his cherry and ate still not breaking eye contact with lovely brother.

"why do you keep staring at each other?" Rhaella asked not even looking at them.

"no reason, love," Luke answered and sipped his milkshake.

after dinner it was still early so they stopped by the park again. this time Lucerys was very involved with playing with his daughter and brother. Rhaella tired out quickly and fell asleep in jace's arms as they walked to their house. it was comfortable silence around the brothers as they got home. Jace carefully passed the five year old to Luke's arms. Lucerys held her tightly and took her to bed. when he came back down Jace was holding a family picture in hand. all of a sudden the comfortable silence was replaced with dark tension.

"aemond's a lucky a guy," he repeated the words from the day before.

"Jace not now," Lucerys said taking the picture from him and putting it back. Jace grabbed his arms and pulled him close.

"where is your husband? why won't he take Rhaella to the dance?" he asked in a low tone.

"jacaerys, you wouldn't understand," Lucerys whispered as he tried to get out of his brothers grip.

"I can. talk to me Luke." he said again.

Lucerys shook his head and managed to slip out of his hold and go into the kitchen. jacaerys quickly lifted Luke up on the island counter and came between his legs.

"no, Jace. this can't happen again," Lucerys told him as he now got a better look at his brother from the lighting.

"I won't do anything you don't want me to. Lucerys, I need you back in my life. even if it's including Rhaella. I can't take her to a daddy-daughter dance and not never see her again. I need to see you more often then in just your office. please, please Lucerys," Jace begged as he pulled his flushed to his and his big hands ran up and down his thighs.

it's had been months without touching himself and Lucerys felt himself going feral at the touches. he was so close to where he needed him but it wasn't enough.

"eat me out. I'll think about it." he spat out.

Jace didn't waste time undoing Luke's jeans and pulling them off. he leaned down and immediately latched onto his clit. loud slurping echoed in the hallow kitchen as Jace took his fill. Lucerys did his best to not moan so loud in fear of waking up his daughter upstairs.

"just like that Jace," Lucerys moaned as he curled his hand into his curls and tugged. jace groaned in response sending vibrations into Luke. jacaerys inserted two fingers into the clenching pussy in front of him and curled them at perfect pace to the soft spot inside.

Lucerys felt months of pent up tension and anger finally escaping as he melted into pure ecstacy. "just like that baby. fuck yes. good boy." Luke moaned.

jacaerys wasn't going to last and Luke wasn't even touching him. the words of praises were enough after years of being separated from his little brother. Lucerys arche his back off the island and his orgasm rippled through him. jace put his hand on Luke's mouth as obscene moans escaped him. Jace took his time cleaning Lucerys up with his tongue and his cock was painfully hard at this time. when he was done he pulled Luke to sit up and smashed their lips together. it was messy and sloppy but that's how they liked it.

"let me take care of you," Luke whispered. Jace could barley speak because he just wanted Luke's taste everywhere on his mouth. he helped his brother down from the counter and half naked he got down on his knees. he unbuckled jace's jeans and pulled them down.

"you might want to hold onto the counter," Luke told him as he grabbed his cock in his hand.

"why-"

Lucerys immediately deep throated jace's cock. it had been a while since he had done anything sexual. aemond was always busy and never had time to even visit. when he did it a rare occasion. Jace tossed his head back, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the counter.

God he's bigger then when were teens.

Luke pulled away from his throbbing cock and took his balls into his mouth. the sensation was new to jacaerys since it's been a while for him too.

"fuck Luke," Jace groaned as Luke let his balls go with wet pop and went back to sucking. his cheeks hollowed out and his glossy blue eyes looked up at his brother with Innocence that wasn't there anymore. Jace came quick with the eye contact and Lucerys swallowed every salty-sweet drop.

Jace helped him up on shakey legs and cupped his face before kissing him again. "was that enough time for you to think of I can see you again?" Jace asked him breathlessly.

Lucerys softly giggled, "yeah, that was enough time."

[httpknjoon]

drama, drama, drama | ksj

plot | Being the two of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood, rumors are always unavoidable. Eyes and cameras were always pointed at you and everything you will do can be used to form some new type of ✨drama✨.

words | 2605

genres | humor/crack, tiny angst, tiny fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

note | usernames used in the fic are all fictional. set in the last months of 2022 to 2023. the series is coming to an end! I'm actually surprised y'all voted for drama in the poll haha. this is basically the summary of all the big events that happened between the a-listers from the last months of 2022 to 2023. let me know your thoughts! enjoy reading.

main masterlist | drabble series

@/YNUpdates: Y/N receives her third BAFTA nomination for From The Other Side.

Grand award season began in November. A lot of acting nominations were being released to the public. It includes nominations for prestigious acting awards such as Academy Awards, British Academy Film Awards, and the Golden Globe Awards. Due to your great performance in your co-produced film, From The Other Side, you were nominated for Best Actress in countless award ceremonies, alongside other big actresses of 2022 such as Michelle Yeoh, Cate Blanchett, and Viola Davis. You were the youngest nominee for the Best Actress category.

@/loveyn: y/n getting the recognition she deserves <3

@/francheskatpurrs: can’t wait for her red carpet looks!

replying to @/francheskatpurrs:

- @/girlslikewho: i just know she will serve

You posted an Instagram Story on your account. After the announcement of nominees for the Academy Awards, you updated your fans with a picture of you in a fuzzy purple cardigan, tucked in your jeans. You were happily holding a big bouquet of flowers in what seemed like your spacious backyard. You didn’t caption it with anything, just four white emojis.

@/mintchoco: i’m crying the drought is over we’re getting a whole body pic now

@/sendmylove: y/n looking gorg in the simplest fit

@/l0nelyppl:  omg is she finally coming back?????

@/sunshineyn: babe wake up y/n posted new photos

Your fans were delighted to see you doing well during your hiatus. For months since your break, you were just teasing them with goofy selfies and Francheskat pictures. But now that you posted a new picture, they are filled with excitement and hope that you will be back attending public events again. Including the award ceremonies for 2023.

As usual, talks about your personal life are always present. Particularly, your love life since your always-rumored lover was then spotted out with a model a couple of times  No matter how long you stay private during your break, your face still managed to be on the covers of lousy gossip magazines. You don’t waste your time reading or even touching those. But you still come across them through social media. 

For fans, there are commonly two types of them. One who always believes in every good and bad article they see. And there’s the other who can read between the lines of these articles and fact-check to see if they are reading a piece of true news or just some dumb gossip. Still, they cannot help but to react every report that may concern you or Jin. So, when a certain article with photos dropped on the last week of November.

Lee Sung Kyung and Jeong Joon Hyung Step Out in Italy for Dinner

The glamorous models were seen kissing during dinner in Italy a month after the Chanel ambassador sparked dating rumors with actor JIN.

@/PopCrave: Lee Sung Kyung posted selfies with her boyfriend, Jeong Joon Hyung on her Instagram.

@/jinhourly: I KNEW IT

@/hubbyseokjinnie: y’all threw jin under the bus when lsk is really just his friend

Your shared fandom with Jin took that news as a sign that such a crazy season won’t happen again. It was like a rainbow after months of rain. Their hope heightens even though they don’t really get much content from you two. 

Then, December came. People waited if you were going to post something for Jin’s birthday as you accidentally made it a tradition. Last year, you didn’t post something but later revealed that you two were together in Seoul. And now that more chaotic things happened, everyone is waiting if you’re gonna do something.  Then, just in the last hour of the particular day, you finally shared something.

@/PopCrave: Today, Y/N posted a picture of her cat, Francheskat wearing a little party hat. With the caption, “party cat”. 

It wasn’t much but your fans ate it up. They were happy just by that image. You didn’t tag the birthday boy himself, Jin, or even Since your comments were turned off, your friend didn’t get a chance to express themselves in your post. 

@/rareyn: omg she continued the tradition 

@/JINYN: i’ll take this as a win 😌😌

@/miamorjin: y’all should check donny’s stories on ig rn

Your common friend, Donny, posted what seemed to be a soundless clip in his Instagram story. The camera was zooming in on Jin who was falling asleep as he sat on a sofa. His head slowly turned down as he swayed mindlessly, seemingly falling asleep. The clip ended when an arm reached for him. Happy birthday, bro! Donny captioned on the top center of the video. On the bottom right, he left a little note: get more sleep, sleepyhead 😴🐻

It was a cute video and birthday greeting. But something else caught the attention of everyone.

@/bluemoon04: that floral wallpaper in the background iykyk 😉😉😉😉

@/gingerly3848523: that’s yn, right? that’s her!

Replying to @/gingerly3848523

- @/C0RNELIA: i think so bc that sleeve!!!!

@/ynjinhearts: bro prolly muted the clip to hide any noise then that purple cardigan gave it away 😭😭

Aaron Taylor-Johnson Replaces JIN in the upcoming film, Fade Into You

The actor left due to scheduling conflicts

A24’s Fade Into You movie now has Aaron Taylor-Johnson co-star with Zendaya. Taylor-Johnson replaced Jin two months after the latter was confirmed to be cast in the said movie. His publicist explained that ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’ actor left due to scheduling conflicts.

Just in the last year of October, JIN confirmed to star in two movie productions. The first was Fade Into You and the second was Phoebe Waller-Bridge’s directorial debut movie which remained untitled for now. It is still unknown if the actor will still pursue the latter.

This romance-drama film would have been Jin’s first movie project for 2023. It is expected to start production in February. The announcement was a surprise as it was already reported that the actor already flew to San Francisco, California to film. Just a day before announcing his sudden exit.

Nonetheless, director Kathryn Williams cleared out any upcoming rumors by sharing a statement. Which, she states: 

Our lead actor, Jin, was respectful and kind enough to apologize personally to everyone on the crew for the hassle. He had his reasons and we understood it. We don’t tolerate any sort of rumors being made. That so, we wished Jin well in his future endeavors. Also, we are happy and thrilled to welcome Aaron Taylor-Johnson to our project.

The new year of 2023 just came and three days into the said year, articles about Jin leaving a project headlined the showbiz news. Admittedly, his fans were surprised. But on the other side of the coin, your shared supporters with him were all taken back to the happening from the prior year. It was like grey skies were starting to form and tower over their heads again.

@/zendayafp: would have been fun to see z and jin together for a project 🙁

Replying to @/zendayafp

- @/seokjinroyalty:  i wish they would get to work soon!! 

@/cinderellastreet: oh god i think i’m getting flashbacks

@/ynjinly: if you survived this fandom last year, you’ll be fine xx

@/loveynjin: then next thing u know he’ll be posting cat pics for the next months

Replying to @/loveynjin

- @/idkanym0re: HE DON’T EVEN LIKE CATS 💀💀💀

– @/SEOKJINSKIM: he’ll probably post francheskat too 🤡

Awarding season came. Much to your fans’ dismay, you haven’t attended any award shows from January to February. You snatched a few awards from different award shows, including BAFTA around the third week of February. Your movie director accepted it for you and read the short speech you sent her through text message.

Emerald stood in front of the mic, holding your award as her other hand scrolled through her phone screen, “I would like to thank the British Academy for this award. It was an honor to be nominated next to these amazing actresses. These ladies and their works were all amazing and wonderful. And to our lovely director, Emerald Fennel, thank you for trusting me with your art. You are brilliant and a sister to me. I love you with all of my heart. Thank you to everyone who worked hard in making the film oh-so-beautiful…. Em, I don’t know why you’re making me send you an acceptance speech two hours before the ceremony… It makes me feel delusional, honestly. LOL… Anyway… Whatever the result is, tell Brendan Fraser I love him ever since I watched him when I was five.”

The camera panned to the actor, who smiled and placed a hand on his chest before mouthing thank you. Your fans congratulate you through Twitter and silently hoped you will post something on Instagram since you’ve been pretty inactive again. Your last update was during Valentine’s day. Where you posted a picture of a picnic basket on green grass.

@/YNUpdates: Y/N won her first Best Actress from BAFTA, sixteen years after winning best supporting actress from the British Academy.

But Jin did an update on his Instagram before February ends, which was somehow rare since he normally just reposts pictures and stories his friends tagged him in. But just days after BAFTA, he posted a certain photo that might have caused a ruckus online.

@/loveynjin: I KNEW IT

@/ME0WFRNCHSKT: omg is he catsitting her

@/JINUpdates: Jin posted a new Instagram story with Francheskat. [insert photos]

It was a selfie of Jin holding Francheskat, who was happier than the pictures you share online. He captioned: with my best friend 😺

The last prestigious award shows that your fans are wishing you will make an appearance at is the Oscars. And it happened in March. Almost forty-five minutes into the red carpet event, a lot of celebrities had already arrived in their glamorous gowns and suits. Your fans are starting to lose hope when you posted through your social media account…

haha this is fun, you captioned.

It was a thirty-second black and white clip of you playing the piano. Ironically, you were playing Kitty Kallen’s old jazz song, It’s Been A Long Long Time. You were obviously at home, wearing a large sweatshirt with a claw clip on your hair to keep them together.

@/YNUpdates: Y/N confirms absence at the Oscars as she posted a new clip on Instagram.

You didn’t win the award but your fans still poured you with congratulatory messages. Due to Jin’s last post, they were still confused about the relationship between you two. Some just accepted the fact that you and Jin are maybe just friends or you will never confirm anything.

On the other hand, the media managed to create more rumors even though both you and Jin never went out in the public separately or together. You still haven’t done anything that might allude to your comeback and Jin… there are murmurs going around the fandom that he will probably leave his other project with Phoebe Waller-Bridge as the said film is not having any process. His last public appearance was sometime in May. It was an event for the debut of his new series on HBO. He made an appearance on the red carpet but was seen to leave earlier than others. He didn’t go to the after-party with his co-stars.

Rumors about you usually revolve around your possible romantic relationships, pregnancy, or anything that they will notice about your body or face. And now, with the press collecting every information they can get about you and Jin. You have something new to add to your list of gossip.

Hollywood A-Listers: YN and JIN rumored to be back together?

After months of rumored breakup, YN and Jin are allegedly back together. Various sources have shared their reasons to believe so.

“He has been trying to get her back after the whole chaos with Sungkyung.” a source claims. 

Last October 2022, Jin was spotted on a couple of dates with model Lee Sungkyung during New York Fashion Week. The two later denied the romantic relationship going on between them through a shared statement by their publicists. They claim:

“Due to the number of malicious comments and articles the two celebrities have been getting, we would like to publicize that JIN and Sung Kyung are only friends. They have known each other since childhood as JIN spent his early years back in Seoul, South Korea, where he met Sung Kyung as his kindergarten classmate.”

The Chanel ambassador was later revealed to be in a relationship with another model, Jeong Joon Hyung. The attention was all panned back to JIN and YN as fans hoped for an update between the two. 

A source that is close to the actress tipped, “YN has been really away from everyone she knows for a while. It was like she is isolating herself. She is focusing more on her wellbeing than surrounding herself with people she learned that used her for their own advantage.”

YN was on hiatus for any activities since March 2022. Still, the actress welcomed the year with success as she received awards and nominations for her performance in last year’s critical-acclaimed, From The Other Side. 

“Jin wanted to focus on improving his relationship with YN. That’s why he recently left a good project. She made him choose between her and his career.”

Insiders claimed that due to the events last year, YN was allegedly having trust issues with the actor. Although the two had been very lowkey with their rumored relationship, fans have pointed out that the a-listers have set their eyes on each other since the filming of their first movie, Cornelia Street. The rumors build up over the years and it includes YN and Jin moving in together in a house somewhere in Connecticut just before the 2020 pandemic strikes. None of these were ever confirmed. 

E!News has reached out to YN’s and JIN’s reps for comment.

The articles all used the same “pieces of evidence” to prove their claim. The Instagram stories, Jin’s leave in Fade Into You, and more paparazzi photos of him since they cannot really get photos of you since paparazzi assume you are always at home back in California. Surprisingly, the fans didn’t make a big buzz about it as they were already connecting the dots since your hiatus.

@/jamaisvu: atp the press are stealing our theories 🤨

@/ynthecatlady: can we copyright @/bluemoon04’s thread of proofs??? jkjk

The articles all used the same “pieces of evidence” to prove their claim. The Instagram stories, Jin’s leave in Fade Into You, and more paparazzi photos of him since they cannot really get photos of you since paparazzi assume you are always at home back in California. Surprisingly, the fans didn’t make a big buzz about it as they were already connecting the dots since your hiatus.

@/jamaisvu: atp the press are stealing our theories 🤨

@/ynthecatlady: can we copyright @/bluemoon04’s thread of proofs??? jkjk

Just a few days later, after the getting-back-together articles floated over the waters of the internet, one of the past guest appearances you did with Jin during promotions for Maybe Yes, Maybe No earned attention. Someone posted an excerpt of the video where you and Jin play burning question with Ellen.

Ellen’s voice was heard as the camera focused on you and Jin sitting next to each other with buzzers in front of you two, “Finish the phrase “the way to my heart is…..”

“Is… through loving my cat as much as they love me,” you answered first, making the audience react with a soft aww.

Jin then replied, “Is through kindness and generosity… not just to me but to everyone in their surroundings.”

“On a scale of 1-10, how good are you at keeping secrets?” the host asked almost immediately after you two buzzed.

“Nine,” Jin replied.

“Ten. We’re actors. We lie for a living!” you exclaimed, making everyone in the studio laugh.

You two pressed the buzzers again. And now, to the part that made this whole clip viral on the internet again:

“Do you believe in second chances?”

Your leading man nods, “Yeah.”

“I… don’t know,” you replied, seemingly unsure as you pursed your lips. “For now, maybe no.”

a/n: asks are open for questions and bets!!

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Outlander star Caitríona Balfe will star in upcoming boxing drama The Cut opposite Orlando Bloom. The actress is currently filming in Nevada, and a recent first-look picture from set has given fans a glimpse of her character. Balfe has traded her brunette locks for a shorter, blonde do and has been snapped wearing cargo pants and a grey top and zip cardigan. The film, from director Sean Ellis, follows a boxer (Bloom, who also co-produces) coming out of retirement to vie for his championship title through a gruelling and unsanctioned weight cut program. The protagonist trains with a coach who knows no limits, progressively alienating himself from reality and loved ones, as he spirals out of control. Ellis is directing an adapted screenplay by Justin Bull (known for movie Little Rituals) from a story by Mark Lane. As for Balfe, the Belfast star will reprise the role of Claire Fraser in the second half of the seventh season due to arrive in 2024. The first half premiered on June 16, with the beloved period drama announced to be ending with an eighth and final chapter down the line.

Congratulations to Caitriona on the new role! 👏👏👏

[three-mice]

I don't usually plan out my knitting projects in advance. I like to just jump in, with only a vague vision in mind, and see where it goes. I miss working towards a clear goal though, so today I went and got myself some new yarn to make a cardigan/beach cover kinda thing!

I even made some swatches and tried out some patterns to see how they'd look with this yarn, and I'm just about ready to cast on. There's still a lot to be found out about this project, like how long it's gonna be, what I'll do in terms of sleeves etc. but that's part of the fun for me. This is already more prep than I do for most projects.

The yarn is an acrylic/wool blend, which is a first for me, and I'm a little bit afraid that it'll be too warm for summer, but we'll see. The pattern I chose (3rd pic) is also pretty lacey, so maybe that'll help. I'm always looking for an excuse to use a lace pattern, it's probably my favorite kind of knitting to do. Starting off with a new lace pattern is always a bit tricky, but I love reaching that stage where it really clicks and I barely have to check the pattern anymore. Understanding how they work to produce such intricate and beautiful shapes is one of my favorite things about this hobby, and I always get excited when I get to try out a new one.

I really do wanna work on this project and finish it in a reasonable amount of time, and I'll be sure to post updates about how it's going c: