#i stared at that mv for an hour and talked to rose about it

[elegyofthemoon]

while the english title of muu's song is "it's not my fault", another reading of it could be "i'm not a bad person", which given her now confirmed deal, is... ironic

OOOOO omg i love that for the mv i wonder why they translated it a different way then 🤔🤔 ig it sort of conveys the same idea BUT like "i'm not a bad person" excuses MORE than just the kill

[minachuuu]

Something About the Sunshine

❣Something About the Sunshine❣

❤ Pairing: Ryujin x Reader

❤ Genre: Fluff

❤ Word Count: 4.2k

❤ Song Suggestions: Surf & Nobody Like You by Itzy and Something About the Sunshine from Starstruck

Literally everyone but Ryujin found suspicious the amount of times she had been repeating the words 'It's just a friend's trip!' when asked about your upcoming vacation together to California. Her bandmates laughed the first time, but by the twenty-seventh time they were around to hear it they just mockingly imitated Ryujin. They were a hundred percent sure every single employee on JYP knew she was going on a ‘just friends’ trip’.

But it’s not like they didn’t notice how Ryujin’s eyes glow when she’s talking about you, how she messes her hair when somebody asks her about you, or how she goes from the fiercest and bravest person when you are being attacked by a nasty spider minding its business on wall, to the softest and clingiest girl when she cuddles with you on movie nights.

Maybe the ‘it’s just a friend’s trip!’ wasn’t trying to convince anyone, but herself.

The day arrived, and you were sitting in Itzy's living room, waiting for the car to arrive to take you both to the airport.

Yuna sat down by your side eating a tuna wrap, still wearing her night suit and the messiest mane you had ever seen. You were very used to seeing them all like that, since you are really close to Itzy, others have even mistaken you for their manager since you are basically always around them.

“Want some?” The younger girl extended her snack to you courteously, her voice still raspy from being awake so early.

“I’m okay Yuna, thanks!” You tried to hold back a giggle at the sight of Yuna clumsily existing at five o’clock in the morning. “Why are you up so early?”

“Schedules, practices, couldn’t stop thinking about this wrap…” She got lost in her own subconscious as she stared at the piece of food embraced by her hands. “It’s not even mine, but why would someone leave it abandoned in the fridge like that?”

“The car is here!” Ryujin rushed out of her room with her suitcase in hand. She fashioned a huge smile and a weirdly big enthusiasm for this time of the day. “Time to go Y/n!”

You stood from the couch, scrambling the younger girl’s hair to which she just looked at you drowsingly dumbfounded. You both headed towards the door carrying all your luggage.

“Have a nice trip! Bring me a gift, and don’t come back unless you’re dating” She whispered the last part, urgently took another bite of her tuna wrap and a smirk teasingly appeared on her mouth.

The last thing you saw was Ryujin throwing a beanie straight to the younger member’s face before closing the door behind her. 

Even though the flight was long, the 12 hours passed swiftly in between naps, movies and little scattered conversations with Ryujin. You could talk about anything all the time and never get tired, but couldn't fail to see something bothering her, deep inside her conscious the entire journey. 

After picking up your luggage and grabbing a taxi to your hotel, the effects of hour difference and the hustle of the trip started to dawn on you. And you were both so tired that you failed to realize the room they gave you had only one queen-sized bed. It still wouldn't have bothered you, you both had shared even smaller beds before. 

Ryunjin jumped into the bed as one should, patting the side for you to join her. You laid beside her, as she wrapped her arms around you. Both not hesitant to fall in a deep slumber. 

The clock marked 7 O'clock, and a little ray of sunshine peeked through the disheveled curtains and rested over your eyes, waking you up with its warmth. You stretched your body grasping your reality, this was not your house and you were not in Korea anymore. Carefully stretching your body, you recognized the presence of the girl beside you. Turning around, you saw her calm and resting expression, the image plastering a smile on your face. 

You silently rose from the bed, tip-toeing towards the sunrays. You warily slided open the door to the balcony, being welcomed by the sights of a waking city, illuminated by the dawn of a new day. That's when suddenly you felt a pair of arms surrounding your neck. The familiar embrace made the moment even more special, as you took in your hands those that rested in your chest. You stayed there in a comfortable silence, feeling Ryujin's breath and smile forming against the back of your neck. 

"Hey…" Ryujin broke the silence first. "Sorry about what Yuna said back home, she was just-" 

You released a light chuckle, finally having the answer to her worries. "I know Yuna, she's not the serious type." 

"Yeah…" Even with a weight lifted from her shoulders, Ryujin couldn't help but dwell on the matter. "I guess she was just joking." 

"But hey, we didn't come here to be locked down in the hotel room, did we?" You turned around, jokingly punching the other girl's arm. "Let's go!" 

"Twelve hours of flying are pretty heavy," She watched your enthusiasm fly as you scattered throughout the room, grabbing some things from your suitcase and heading to the bathroom to take a shower. "Are you sure you don't want to stay a little more and-" 

"Oh, c'mon!" You grabbed her by the hand, shaking her mind up. "We'll just go for a walk, grab something to eat. It's not like we're going to Disneyland right now."

"Sounds good to me!" Ryujin didn't hesitate to match your enthusiasm and rushed to get her stuff ready. "Where do we go?" 

"Actually…" You fidgeted your hands playfully. "It's a surprise."

-❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️-

“Venice beach?” Ryujin’s eyes grew as big as the moon. “This is where I-”

“-filmed the Nobody Like You music video!” You both said at the same time.

“Yes!” An eager smile was painted across your face at the sight of the shimmer in the other girl’s eyes. "I thought you might like coming back…”

"And I prefer the company a whole lot more this time!" Her fingers interlaced with yours as she chuckled at her joke. "Please don't tell the girls I said that."

"I'm texting Yeji right away-" 

"What, no!" Ryujin threw herself for your phone but you reacted quickly, prompting a whole game of tag for your phone. 

"Hi Yejiii-unnieeeee!" You started a voice note at the same time that you tried out-running Ryunjin in the still calm paths of the boardwalk. "The flight was fine and we landed perfectly! The hotel is very cosy and the sight's amazing. But Ryujin just said that she prefers me over yo- AH!" 

You felt your body be wanked from the floor, your back landing against the sand. Your phone flew from your hand, and Ryujin dove to reach it, landing beside you. An endless stream of laughter followed, one of those that make your eyes tear and your belly ache. Ryujin made sure the voice note didn't send, but to her bad fortune, Yeji had already listened to it and typed her response: 

Glad the trip went alright! And don't worry, we already knew Ryujin prefers you. Not only over us, she prefers you over anything or anyone really. 

Ryujin's cheeks flared up as she read the message, the laughter in her disappearing abruptly. She sheepishly handed your phone back, playing nervously with her hair as you read it too. 

"Awwww!" You mockingly teased her, wrapping your arms around her head. "Do you really love me that much??" 

"I… Well, maybe, yeah- I don't know-" She couldn't even finish a coherent sentence, trapped in between her nerves and your teasing. 

You stood up, still giggling at everything that just happened, glaring at the fine line separating the sky from the sea as it shined a light blue with little hints of orange and yellow as the last minutes of sunrise bathed you in their light.

This gave Ryujin a perfect view of you, as your silhouette was perfectly enframed on the sun rays hitting your body. She smiled at the way the sun rested on your soft cheeks, your smile competing against it for the brightest thing in her life. 

It started dawning on her, that maybe it was true. Maybe she did prefer you over anything and anyone. 

"Care to give me a tour Mrs. Shin Ryujin?" You proposed with a fruity and jestering voice while extending your hand, breaking her daydreaming. 

She took your hand as she stood and shook away some sand in her clothes. That Ryujin from the hotel room who wanted to rest and who was a little too much inside her head banished in a matter of seconds, pulling you around the stores and streets she visited with her group mates. You weren't complaining at all, aside from being Ryujin's best friend you were also a huge fan of Itzy. Always present, front row on their performances, shows and even sometimes rehearsals. And there was nothing better than listening to an excited Ryujin showing you around and retelling her memories with the glow in her eyes reflecting all the light of the vibrant place. 

You walked among the shops and food stands, halting in front of a familiar stand, with displays full of sunglasses of different shades and shapes. You both tried a thousand different styles after finally deciding on a matching pair. A round dark frame with the crystals tinted to each of your favorite colors. You kept walking along that ally, hands intertwined as you pointed to all of the little details you found along the way.

“And here…” Ryujin smirked teasingly at you, stopping in front of the skate rental where Itzy got theirs when they filmed the Nobody like you MV. “It’s where the fun starts.”

“Oh no.” You pushed her away from you, a nervous but playful giggle escaping your mouth. “There’s no way you’re going to get me on one of those.”

“You asked for the full Itzy Experience Tour didn’t you?” She lowered her new sunglasses to glare at you teasingly. 

“I- Yes but…”

“Then it’s time for you to learn how to skate.” She turned around, quickly renting a pair of skateboards from the man tending the local. She came back, holding the skateboards on each hand, handling you one of them with a triumphant smile. “Here Y/n, I even rented the helmet, knee pads and elbow pads in your favorite color, they will match with your glasses!”

“It’s not like I don’t like how they look Ryujin.” You sneered, taking the board on your hands. You examined its weight, hesitating to put it on the ground. “I don’t know how to ride one.”

“Oh I know, I’m going to teach you!” She confidently rejoiced in her talents, as she fastened the safety equipment around her body. “If I was able to make you dance Wannabe, do you think I can’t do this?”

“How many times have you rode one of these?” Ryujin stopped her movement at the question, clearing her throat pretending not to listen to you. “Ryujin-ah…”

“Maybe like…” She stood up, her face trying hard to convey a sense of security but only managing to sound arrogantly sweet. “...Once?”

“That’s it, we’re dying today.” You laughed as you put your safety equipment on, shaking your head in disapproval at yourself, since you still were willing to do anything for the girl in front of you, especially when a hit of her puppy eyes started peeking out of her.

“Okay first, one foot. Straight.” After you were both equipped and ready, she started demonstrating on her own board, stepping with her left foot on the board, turning around to make sure you were following the instructions. You imitated her movements with so much less confidence. "Now, you'll push with your right foot and…" 

You only watched baffled, your body refusing to move as she glided through the plaza with no problem. Pleasantly surprised and relieved that she still had the muscle memory to remember how to stay on top of it. A smile emerged in your face at the sight of your bestfriend making an effort to keep herself going, giggles filling the air as she circled you with ease. You took your phone out to capture the moment, and the instant Ryujin noticed the camera, her idol-self came out, acting with charisma at it, flustering you with the winks and smirks she gave to the lenses. 

“C’mon, now it’s your turn.” She approached you defiant, confident. Her presence and attitude helped you grab a bit of courage, but not enough to start without a little bit of help. 

You innately searched for Ryujin’s hand, not surprised when you realized she was already offering to take yours. You firmly put your left feet on the skateboard, and pushed gently with the right, helping you glide, as the girl beside you jogged at your speed. You tried again, now gaining more speed, and then tried once more. The sea breeze hit your face, rampaging your hair, a big and refreshing change from the city air you were so used to breath all the time back home. Your body flinched at the velocity you were traveling to, but Ryujin didn’t let you fall, her support helping you stay on.

“You have absolutely no permission to let go of my hand Shin Ryujin.” You babbled, holding on for dear life to her hand which was probably the only thing keeping you from falling down.

“You know I never would.” For a moment, all those worries in Ryujin’s head dissipated. You blushed at her words and she smiled at your sun-kissed image. 

It had a certain charm for her, you needed her protection and guidance, as she only focused on you staying alive and having fun. You stopped for a while, ecstatic at the thought of still being alive after that. 

“You are a very quick learner. Or maybe I’m just an excellent teacher.” Ryujin joked, earning a slap on her arm as she helped you stabilize yourself to get off the board. “I think you're ready to go on your own.”

“I only could do that because you were grabbing on to me!” You whined.

“I’ll be close to catch you if you fall.” Her smile was kind, protective, the kind that made you melt into everything she said. A big part of your friendship was teasing each other non-stop, but when it came to serious matters, there was no one out there you trusted more than Ryujin.

“Promise?” You trembled.

“I promise.” 

You, a little bit more confident now, repeated the steps to get over your skateboard and you pushed, gently. When you stabilized your body over the moving board, you repeated but with a stronger push. With a bit more confidence now taking up, you started steering with the weight of your body, your nerves releasing themselves in the form of giggles. 

You noticed Ryujin skating close to you, now skillful enough to be focusing you with her phone while gliding around to get some pretty takes and pictures of you. She cheered, a wide grin adorning her face as little wrinkles appeared on the edges of her eyes, the way they did when something made her stupidly happy.

You were so focused on Ryujin’s antics and she was so into you too, that you failed to see a slightly raised sidewalk straight in your path. Ryujin caught a glimpse of it just in time to jump towards you, surrounding your entire body with hers. With her feet landing first in a patch of grass, the scenario of you both flying through the air and landing into concrete was avoided. But thanks to the speed your bodies carried and you not being able to stop them, you still tripped down, Ryujin falling on her back and you right on top of her. You were quick to raise your heads, realizing they were only a few inches away, blood rising, coating your faces in red.

“Maybe I should-” You were quick to get up, no scratches or bruises in sight. Ryujin seemed free of injury too, so you extended your hand to help her up. “I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t worry. I’m totally okay.” She took your hand and stood up, fixing her clothes. Her hands instinctively wished to check you, and help you fix yourself too, but a certain tension that filled the air stopped her from doing so. “Are... are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine too.” You responded, fixing your hair yourself and avoiding her glance.

Ryujin went to pick up the skateboards, leaving the silence between you lingering for longer than it should. While walking back, you both caught a glimpse of each other’s eyes, making you release an stressed giggle, easing the ambience around just a bit.

“Let’s take this back and grab something to eat.” Ryujin proposed as you walked side to side back to the skates rental, an strange and awkward quietness encircling your steps.

-❣️❣️❣️❣️❣️-

You sat cuddled between Ryujin’s arms, the sights of the sea in front of you as you both enjoyed the beach, snacking on some american-flavored chips that you found on a K-mart along the way.

“Close your eyes.” You playfully demanded Ryujin.

“Why, what are you going to do to me?” She asked.

“I’m going to give you one of these flavors randomly and you have to guess which one it is!” 

She obeyed, closing her eyes and releasing you from her embrace as you reached for your target. You grabbed one chip from the five bags sitting in front of you and gently placed it on Ryujin’s tongue. She opened her eyes at the instant flavor that filled her mouth, confused and maybe even a bit disgusted.

“Is it really that bad?” Your laugh bursted at her expressions.

“No, it’s just that-'' She kept chewing the chip, her face contorting even more with each second passing. “It’s interesting?”

“That’s what people say when something tastes bad but they don’t want to be rude about it” You kept laughing, looking at her amusingly. “Well, what flavor do you think that was?”

“I’m gonna say…” Her eyes and brows exaggerated her thought process as they playfully moved up and down. “...salt and vinegar?” 

“No, Pickle-flavored!” You raised the bad of chips, triumphantly. “I told you these were a bad idea!”

“No! I had some hope for these!” She grabbed the bag from your hands, disappointment in her eyes as she examined the chips closer as if that could magically enhance their flavor for better. Ryujin extended the bag to you. “Here, try one and tell me what you think.”

“After seeing your face? I’ll pass, thanks” You pushed away her hand with the bag and her eyebrows furrowed.

“You can’t make me suffer alone! The chips thing was YOUR idea!” She started throwing one of her usual tantrums, shaking the bag in front of your face now. You kept throwing your head backwards and she answered by leaning in even closer, mumbling her complaints in a cute tone. Neither of you noticed when, but suddenly you found yourself laying under Ryujin. The instant she realized your position, she stopped her fit and the blush in her cheeks flared up.

“You have some-” In your attempt of diffusing the situation, you reached your thumb towards her lips, paralysing even further the girl on top of you. She couldn’t take the flood of ideas invading her mind that the sight of you staring straight at her lips, caressing them gently created. 

She quickly sat up, distress all over her face avoiding looking at you as much as possible. You were both just friends, nothing more. Why do those ideas start appearing now? No. Why was Ryujin not able to suppress those ideas now as well as before? 

You followed her, looking straight at her conflicted face now being illuminated by the sunset in the horizon. Your hand reached for her chin, gently pulling it to meet your eyes with hers. You felt her breathing halting at the action, to what you offered a delicate smile.

“You know you can tell me anything, right?” You skipped the ‘something’s bothering you’ talk, you knew your best friend enough to know she would deny everything, try and cover anything. 

“Yes, I know…” Now Ryujin’s eyes were the ones who could decide to rest on your eyes or in your lips, with even more ideas invading her mind. “I just don’t know where to start.”

“Would it help if I start this time?” You smiled even wider, hiding the amount of courage you were trying to gather inside your mind. 

Ryujin looked at you perplexed, as she expected you to keep pushing for her to talk but got this instead. She shook her head remembering your question, to which she nodded as an answer.

“It’s not new, I’ve been dealing with all of this for a long time but I couldn’t bring myself to tell you. And maybe it’s not even the best time to tell you, giving that there’s an entire vacation together at risk…” You started mumbling, your eyes diverting all around you as your train of thoughts backed up from the enthusiasm. 

“Hey…”  She used your techniques against you, grabbing your chin and raising it to meet her eyes. Your nervous rambling woke up Ryujin’s protective side, as she now offered you an uneasy smile. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

You deadlocked your eyes on her, serious. You jokingly slapped her arm for using your own weapons against you, but like a magnet, the silence between you only called for your eyes to be lost on hers. You couldn’t tell thanks to your nerves, but you were getting your faces closer with each second passing. A deep sigh from Ryujin’s side broke the tension, aided you to gain back your courage, you were going to blurt it out now or nev-

“I like you. Maybe I could even dare say that I love you Y/n.” Ryujin sputtered first, avoiding your eyes. Your breath halted, earning a gasp at the sudden confession, bringing your hands to your open mouth. Your mind was way too shocked to remember how to properly function, paralysed in the moment. At the awkward silence created, Ryujin gathered all her body strength to look back at you, her mind racing a thousand miles per hour to find a way to save the moment. “It’s okay if you don’t return-”

“Shin Ryujin, I was going to tell you that!” You moaned playfully, the entirety of your body relaxing now as you could help painting a huge smile across your face.

“You- what?” It was now her turn to be astonished. Your unusual response made it even more confusing to her, as the scenarios that her head created were of totally different colors from the one presented in front of her. It wasn’t until you stopped nervously giggling and locked eyes with her again that you realized that you had to explain yourself.

“I love you too dummy.” You cupped her hands in yours, happy tears blurring your sight from excitement. 

“Oh. OH!” Ryujin’s whole face illuminated as the facts dawned on her, her worries floating away with the sounds of the sea in the background. She released a chuckle as she confidently put her hands around your waist, pulling you closer. “Does that mean I get to-”

“Yes! A thousand times yes!” You giggled, not even bothering to listen to the rest of her sentence, knowing exactly that what followed was something you’ve waited for a long time.

Ryujin excitedly cupped your cheeks, pulling you towards her. Your lips clashed with urgency, dancing at the rhythm of the tropical music in the background of Venice Beach, earning a smile from both that could only be eased as you joined your lips each time after breathing for air. The warmth of the sun setting in the horizon, filled your bodies from head to toe, as your beating heart took care of the inside. 

Time is never the first thing that counts when you’re sure you just found the love of your life, but when you parted your lips again and looked around, the lamp posts started turning on, some neon signs from the stores behind you started coloring the streets. You sighed, resting your head on your girlfriend’s shoulder. A comfortable silence surrounding you both, with everything but your heartbeats synchronized resonating in the air.

“The girls are going to lose their mind when we tell them.” You broke the silence first, sighing at the idea popping in your head.

“We’ll worry about them later.” She laughed as her mind painted the picture too. “Let’s keep this between us for now, we’ll plan a prank in the plane back home. Deal?”

“Deal.” You chuckled at the suggestion, glad that your best friend was back. And even better than before, cause now you get to kiss her whenever you want.

The last rays of sun lighted you both like a spotlight in the end of a show, but what it really felt like was the beginning of the best adventure, by the side of the most amazing person in your life.

[min-youngis]

Honey Boy

GIF NOT MINE I AM SWEATI N G

~ Pairing : Min Yoongi x Reader

~ Genre : Fluff, despite my greatest efforts

~ Summary : You've just watched the Daechwita MV with Yoongi and your heart is unsettled and horny.

Established Relationship

~ Word Count : 1,066

~ Warnings : Allusions to the music video which is the biggest fucking red flag honestly it is not good for health, some swearing

~ A/N : listen. i wrote this right after watching the video and it's honestly a bit of a mess, it's entirely self indulgent and even after writing it, i'm still not ready to talk about the mv i have been vibra t i n g for twelve hours.

i'd love to hear feedback, spread the love!

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You’re flushed all over, heart racing, images of your boyfriend flashing through your head.

Soft Yoongi, who scrunches his nose when you boop it in the morning in bed every time you stay over.

Yoongi, who fucking giggles when you press butterfly kisses to his cheek.

Yoongi, who makes that face when he’s playfully annoyed with you, lips pursed in a straight line, eyes narrowed, with faint dimples on his round cheeks.

Yoongi, who honest-to-goodness nuzzles against your stomach when you play with his hair, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, head on your lap, face squished into your abdomen.

It’s hard to believe that that’s the same man whom you’ve just watched on screen, doing...less than polite things, to put it mildly.

You can’t look him in the eye, your mind flooded with scenes from the music video.

The spitting, the smirking, the rapping while hanging out of the car window, the blindfold.

Of course, you’ve seen him before on stage, doing the whole bad boy act, tongue technology in full effect. But this? This is...something else.

You let your body slump against the head board of the bed, next to Yoongi’s identical frame.

His hand has been in yours for the last five minutes, throughout the time the both of you were watching the video, and he’s taken to rubbing little circles on your skin with his thumb, his calming actions diametrically opposite to what you’ve just witnessed.

You feel a squeeze on your fingers and with a hint of mischief in his voice, Yoongi says, “You alright there, Y/N? You seem a little pale.”

Against your better senses, you turn your head towards him, all soft angles and lazily folded limbs, half-sitting half-lying down, your entangled hands settled on his stomach and mirth in his eyes.

You clear your throat, now trying to not let your gaze stray to the laptop screen where the video’s paused at the first scene, when he’s reclining sideways on the throne, and briefly reply, refusing to meet his eyes, “I’m good, and you?”

His low, gruff voice has always been attractive to you, but when he chuckles then, you feel like you’re listening to pure sin.

He tugs insistently till you’re laid atop his pyjama clad frame, and your free palm lands on his chest as you try to stay upright.

You stubbornly stare down at the flowers on the bedspread next to Yoongi, resolutely not looking at him.

He lets go of your hand and traces his arms down your body until his palms are settled lightly on your hips. You can hear the teasing grin in his voice as he continues, “I’m good, too, thank you for asking. Something you’d like to tell me?”

You feel a blush threatening to take over your face as you vaguely shake your head side to side at the rose motif on his pillow cover, and as nonchalantly as possible say, “No, no, nothing in particular.”

Tracing a hand up from your waist, he gently rests it on your chin, tipping it up until you have no choice but to make eye contact.

He stifles a laugh when he sees your stricken expression and you let your body fall against his, hiding your head in his neck as you hide your blushing face and whine, “Stop laughing.”

You feel his chest rumble with poorly-disguised glee as he wraps his arms around you tighter. “I had no idea it would affect you so much.”

Popping up from your nook, you exclaim, “Are you kidding? Did we not just watch the same video? You can’t just do that to me with no warning!”

“Do what?” he hums, stroking the exposed skin between your pant and t-shirt.

You stutter out, waving your hands in the air for emphasis, “You know...that!”

Another amused laugh and a painless pinch at your skin. “No, darling, I don’t know. You’re going to have to be a bit more eloquent.”

With a huff, you sit up fully so you’re straddling his waist, careful not to hit the laptop on the bed next to you.

“The smirking and the blindfolds and the car and the sword and the eye contact through the camera and the rapping with the hands tied and the walking, good god, the walking, and the rapping, it’s honestly straight fucking fire, that’s what you can’t do,” you rattle off in a single breath, panting and crossing your arms, looking at him half-pouting, half-annoyed.

You don’t miss the way his eyes brighten at your excited ranting as he asks, “So you liked it?”

“I loved it,” you assure him, now slightly calmed down, as you pat his chest and lie back down, this time nose to nose.

He leans up and whispers, “I’m glad,” right before his lips gently brush against yours.

Pulling away, he eagerly asks, “And the song?”

“It’s so hype, honestly. The way you combined the beats with the horn and that verse after that Bang PD part and the ending, Yoongi, I love the ending. It’s an incredible song,” you enthuse.

“Ah, Y/N,” he whines shyly, that embarrassed, gummy smile that you love making an appearance as he presses his head into your neck, hiding his blush.

Moving the laptop as far as you can, you hook your legs behind his knees and roll over onto your back, pulling Yoongi with you so he’s now on top.

You feel a kiss pressed against your collar bone and a soft, shy “Thank you,” as he tightens his arm around your waist.

You hum in reply as you bring your hand up to card through his hair, feeling him sink into your frame even more at the motions.

This Yoongi, you know. This Yoongi, you can navigate no problem.

Softly, lips brushing against your neck, he asks, “Do you think Army will like it?”

Your heart tugs at the vulnerability in his voice and you nudge at his head with your chin until he gets the hint and looks up at you.

Cupping his face in your hands, you gently say, “They’ll love it,” trying to convey the strength of your affection and conviction through those three words.

He seems pacified, for now at least, and he ducks back down to your neck with a satisfied hum.

You press a kiss to his forehead and think, You are a honey-boy after all.

~

[searching-in-silence]

Our story and thoughts about Jikook

Hi! I first of all love your channel!

I like to tell you my story and thoughts about Jikook. Sorry in advance if it’s too long! :-D

So since august 2020 I became an ARMY, I never heard of BTS nor K-pop before, I just saw the MV Dynamite and I loved it so much. What stood out for me was the dynamic of the boys. But what I also noticed in the MV saw something weird (to me), it was the look Jimin gave JJK before he jumped on his back, I was quite intrigued by this. Anyways I didn’t think of it much further and started looking at more MV’s of BTS and soon I only listened to BTS and watched their MV’s, interviews, old clips of them, RUN BTS,… every day,hours in a row. Jimin and JJK stood out for me but I didn’t think of them as possible boyfriends yet, I just thought Jimin was obviously gay and a cute flirty guy. I was not at all familiar with the term Shipping because it’s not something we do in our country with boysbands or actors, it doesn’t exist here. So me and my sister (she is 17, I’m 33 LOL) became ARMY at the same time in 2020. My sister was way more active on Insta, Twitter,… So it didn’t take long for her to discover shipping, soon she was a Taekook shipper, she said she shipped them because she loves these 2 guys most and because of their looks and their bond. I didn’t understand much of what she meant by this or why she would ‘ship’ them at all (like what is that and why?). Anyways Later on, around September/ October 2020 I noticed more signs of Jikook being something different: like 'arriving late at an interview, 'Jimin saying he was with JK at 4 am while minutes before JK told a different story, some RUN BTS moments that looked so intimate or gay to me. I don’t know, I had a strange but loving feeling with these two. And then BAM while watching some old video’s of BTS Rookie king, American Hustle,.. I got a recommendation for a Jikook video (first ever for me), I watched it and it felt like a puzzle came together. There were moments of concerts in it I hadn’t yet seen, there were very to the point analysis. I was just Jungshook :-O From then on I watched Jikook videos every day on top of everything BTS related. When watching old stuff from BTS I kept an extra eye on Jikook now and wow I was amazed by how slowly but obviously JJK started falling in love with Jimin. But it was only after I saw CGF Tokyo (I was quite late discovering that one) I was very much convinced of Jikook being in love/ being boyfriends. So there I was being addicted to the love between Jikook. One day I talked about Jikook with my sister, who’s a Taekooker. We never did before talk about Jikook specifically, we only talked about BTS in general but that day I asked her why on earth would you think Taekook are a couple while Jikook are obviously a couple. She then said that neither of them are real and showed me a lot of Taekook and Vmin video’s. After that my world came crashing down. I never saw another ship video before, only Jikook. I was so convinced I was witnessing a very beautiful and unique lovestory but then there was my younger sister telling me, I quote: “woman seriously, what did you think? They are all close friends who grew up together and are very much into skinship and fanservice, I’m sorry sis but none of them are dating and if they are then they’re a threesome, doesn’t make sense”. She was right, the interactions I saw between Jikook I could easily see between VMin and Taekook too. I secretly cried for 2 days and felt really bad, not believing in true love anymore. I know it’s weird at my age but that’s what it was like for me. My boyfriend really looked at me like I was a ridiculous teenager but I couldn’t help it. I thought I witnessed a true love couple in front of me but I was being played. I think 2 months went by, me ignoring everything Jikook, only watching BTS in general, luckily for me there was little interaction as in skinship anyways, except for the Christmas Dynamite video when Jimin was all cozy with JJK (I blamed it on fanservice) and then the iconic Black Swan performance, which I watched a 100 times over and cried for (I blamed it on the choreographer because Jikook do make the best dance pair); but then BAM all of the sudden there was the recent Vlive BE.T.S. and I was Jungshook, I was like 'come on, they’re all over each other, but why????’ I felt a little angry at Jikook about the 'fanservice’ this time because lately they didn’t do that a lot and I felt like they grew out of it and I was content with that since my heart was broken because of the fanservice before. It felt more fair to me that the members stopped doing fanservice. But no, there was Jikook again, right in front of all of us, flirting like they hadn’t seen each other in a while. Not just Jimin also JJK was looking at Jimin like a lover. It bothered me a lot because my heart was still healing from a 'break-up’ kinda feeling. But guess what happened next: I got a text from my little sister: “oh my god sis Jikook might be real after all” I texted her back “shut up, don’t laugh at me, I’m pissed”. and she: “No seriously, what is this, they flirt like there’s no tomorrow :-O Boyfriends after all?? ”… I was shocked that she of all people started believing in Jikook, while I finally saw reality because of her and her fiends. I start doubting Jikook again. So we came together and we wrote down some facts that could indicate Jikook being a real couple. Things Jikook did or said that they didn’t do with other members. I first wrote down 'it’s in their eyes, their stares’ but my sis reminded me that it goes for Taekook and Vmin as well so no, not a fact actually. But we came up with these facts:

1) GCF Tokyo, JJK planned this for Jimin’s birthday and it was all about Jimin, you could interpret it as a film for a very special friend but the song that goes with it and the fact that it was for his birthday were too suspicious and the most important fact: he ONLY did that for Jimin, not any other member after that. 2) Jimin is the most special member to JJK. He never gave gifts on B-days to members but he did gave Jimin a B-day present in 2017, just him, not the other members. After the members pointing him about this special treatment he did start giving everyone presents but back then it was only Jimin. 3) I can write a lot about why we think this but we are sure the members are not living together at the dorms anymore, only for work or maybe they crash there sometimes but they don’t actually live there anymore. So they take different cars from there home base to get where they’re going and Jikook always take the same care, especially since 2019, not really sure they live together although we could sum up some facts that could indicate they live together but we can say they at least want to be together before and after work, like almost all the time. An important one for us is that they were both late at the live MBC Radio show in September 2020. The excuse was they took a different highway then the rest and were stuck in traffic (they were like 30 min late). That doesn’t make sense at all, why would one of the cars take a different highway if they are all following each other to get there. We suppose they all gather at the dorms to go to there appointments to make sure they all arrive at the same time at their appointments. So the cars will be following each other, which we can see that is the case, all members always arrive at the same time in different cars (except Jikook, same car). So the excuse makes no sense, it’s either that they both left a lot later then the rest from the dorms (which would be weird) OR they came from a different place (their own place?) and indeed took that certain highway and got stuck in traffic because they weren’t following the other cars. Well that is more likely right? 4) Jimin took a long flight from Paris to S-K just to spend a few hours with JJK on his B-day at the evening. Sure Jimin is a great friend for all the members but this goes beyond that. Me and my sis wouldn’t even do that for each other (our B-days are at the same day, but 16 years apart so it’s special for us too), we would celebrate after our trip. 5) Billboard 1° interview “I was with Jungkook at 4 AM …we cried together”, the day before that interview there was a Vlive for JJK’s B-day and the tension there was weird between Jikook, they seemed unhappy. Jimin was trying to say something about JJK but was caught off twice, anyways he said it the day after: 'he was with JJK’ at that time, since they all don’t live together this is very questionable, all nighter friends forever?… We both found this significant. 6) We all know that Jimin really likes snow. Bon Voyage season 4: JJK got up early and climbed a mountain (without camera’s, so not for fanservice) to get a lump of snow and then gave it to Jimin. So this moment was sweet, romantic but also really awkward, the crew being there and Jimin’s very shy reaction. We believe JJK meant this moment to be just between the two of them (JJk got up early for this) but the crew spotted him and yeah soon ((unfortunately) like 10 people were watching JJK giving Jimin that gift. Jimin didn’t know what to do or say… Between friends it wouldn’t be that awkward or it wouldn’t even happen in the first place. My boyfriend wouldn’t even do this for me, it’s too corny. 7) Rose Bowl, it’s debatable that JJK actually sucked Jimin’s ear but he at least kissed it twice and in an intimate way, this kind of intimacy we couldn’t find between any other members (yes we did search) we saw some intimate moments between Taekook and Vmin that looked very suspicious too but it was not like that special Jikook moment. This is another level. 8) As far as we know they spend the most time together off work: going ice skating, going to the cinemas, touring in London, watching the first snow together. All this in their private time without crew and cameras, no fanservice here. So we can say that even though they already work all these hours together in a day they still want to spend time together after that. J-Hope and Jimin spend time together off work too but mostly it’s Jikook who spend most time together off work. They must really like each other cause honestly I love my boyfriend but no way that I would want to be with him as much as Jikook are together, I would feel suffocated. 9) We debated a while about this one, my sis found it more important than me. RUN BTS episode 116-117 were a member (blindfolded) had to touch/feel the pose the members took to guess the song. Quite intimate game in our opinion but hey it’s S-Korea and skinship is normal… Editors for some reason did not show us JJK touching Jimin, all the others were shown, only of Jikooks scene we didn’t get the footage, just a picture of it afterwards. OK in my opinion the picture is for fanservice but why on earth leave the scene out at all, was it too intimate?, was it too awkward for the crew to film? we don’t know but fact is it was not shown. Normally I don’t over-analyse things but sis is right when she says this one is very suspicious. Editors cut a lot of scenes for different reasons but this one is just too suspicious. 10) Ever since 2013 they are all nighter buddies and JJK loves sleeping in Jimins bed. Just facts.

There is so much more to say about Jikook, like their matching rings, wearing each others clothes but that is not exclusively for Jikook, we found that Taekook also did this. Jikook does it more but still it’s not just them so we don’t take it as proof. Also hand holding, hugs, stares, it’s not something exclusively for them, they all do that, and considering these boys were very young when they got together and lived together a long time as a family, are together 24/7, it’s not surprising that in a country where skinship is normal, these boys are all over each other like there are no boundaries. It’s normal for them. Tae, JJK, Jimin, J-hope are especially into skinship but it hits different with Jikook if you consider what goes on between them beside that. Also we think there is less skinship these days which is quite normal since the members are all grown up now, so it’s a bit surprising when we see Jikook still being quite touchy. About their songs there are a lot of theories too that we can support (I am you and you are me,…) but they are still just theories.

In conclusion: My sister now believes they are a couple LOL. How fast the night changes :-) Taekook is still her favorite ship but she believes Jikook are a real couple, go figure……

I’m personally still careful in what I choose to believe so I can’t be heartbroken again if they turn out to not be a couple after all. I believe Jikook are more than friends/brothers and are likely in love with each other, possibly a couple and maybe living together :-) But still there are many things that make me question them as a couple as well and there is also the possibility that they just come off as a couple because of that special bond they have but in reality they are not. I hope they are a couple though because it would make the world a more beautiful place, I can’t explain why…

Thank you for letting me write our story here and sorry for this book I wrote LOL

Lots of love JD & S (ARMY sisters and Jikook supporters)

FROM SIS : Thank you for trusting me with your story!!! I am glad you came forward with your experience https://youtu.be/MwMLw6FdycY (I hope you don’t mind my comment at the end of it)

[dayawantstosleep]

Safe - Ravi

Summary: You feel strange whenever this human is near you. Is this what people call affection?

Word Count: 2,081 

Genre: sceintist au; supernatural au; fluff; angst

Warnings: death

Inspired by the Scientist MV.

They stopped in front of her and stared. As they did every day. Bored eyes and bleak smiles while writing on paper. They only lasted a couple seconds before leaving out the heavy white door they came from.

Fear crept up on her, as the lights above her dimmed and she was left alone.  She wondered if she should knock on the walls containing her, even though she knew they wouldn’t listen to her. 

She swallowed the fear and closed her eyes tightly, suppressing her anxiety as best as she could. An effect of being treated horribly by her previous owners, who kept barking small creatures with mean eyes supervising her in the dark. A weak and small moan she knew as her own echoed through the walls. 

“What’s wrong?” A deep voice asked to the right of her. Footsteps coming towards her made her open her eyes, staring at a man with warm brown eyes.

Her anxiety dissipated, engulfed by the kindness of this man. She stared at him though the glass enclosing her, hoping her eyes spoke for her.

“Are you scared?” He asked, hand touching the glass in front of her softly. He hummed, and something foreign grew inside of her. She wanted to hear that foreign sound again.

“I’m here now. You shouldn’t be scared anymore.” She touched his hand through the glass, and the corners of his lips turned upwards.

A smile, at least that’s what the man told her yesterday. For the past few days she’s been hearing him talking, and she’s been listening. That’s all she can do.

“You wanna know how my day went today?” He asked, something in his voice made her happy.

He sat down on the floor in front of her, and she wondered if he didn’t mind that his white lab coat was going to get dirtied. She sat down on the cold glass, feet crossed and eyes focused on him.

“Hakyeon said I had potential to be one of the best scientists in the nation. Taekwoon laughed and said what he always says ‘we’ll see about that’. Ken finally went on that date with the blonde receptionist.” He paused and his smiled widen.

She could barely understand a thing he was saying, but he said it with so much happiness that it made her happy too.

“You probably can’t understand me, huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck and then someone scoffed.

“She obviously can’t.” She turned to see another man, with pale skin and dark eyes, the same lab coat the other wore hung on him.

He approached cautiously, as if he was repulsed by the mere sight of her. A scowl was ever so present on his face and his eyes were cat-like. 

Taekwoon. 

She guessed by the stories the other man, whose name she keeps forgetting, said. It’s really not her fault, the man with kind eyes is just so dazzling. 

“I don’t understand why you even bother?” The cat-like man said, leaning his arm against the glass in front of him.

The other man scoffed, clearly annoyed by the arrogance of the other man. At least, she thinks he’s annoyed. She could never be sure with them.

“She’s the same as us, Leo. She’s just a bit different.” The other man said, voice like honey. 

“Except for the sparkly wings, and the pointy ears, not to mention her small stature.”

“She’s the same height as Hakyeon.” The man turned to her, and smiled at her again, a habit he’s held since his intern days so she’d heard from him.  

“Don’t mind him, he’s grumpy when he doesn’t have coffee.” Taekwoon let out some type of grunt she’s never heard before and crossed his arms.

“Hakyeon needs you back at the lab. I think Jaewhan and Hyuk made a mess with the equipment again.” The man that had defended her let out a groan.

“This is the fifth time this week.” He turned to her and she felt herself growing happier.

“I’ll be back, okay?” The man smiled brightly at her, and she too wondered if it was possible to have that same brightness someday. She didn’t say anything, just watched the man walk away from her, through a white heavy door.   

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Flames had woken her up. Her eyes darted everywhere, as the flames began closing in. A shrill scream resonated through the room and panic rose in the pits of her stomach. People filtered in and out of the room, all of them running and some with their belongings.

“You!” She turned to the sound of an angry voice, Taekwoon stormed towards her. She felt strange as the grumpy man looked at her. 

“You caused this. They’re looking for you, we had to get caught in the middle.” The man gripped his hair tightly and pawed at it.

She furrowed her eyebrows, wondering if every human was as strange at this one. The other man was never this angry. 

A weird feeling washed over her at the thought of the man. The one who has been kind to her for who knows how many minutes or hours. She had to know he was safe. She pushed against the glass with her hands, doing nothing to the walls.

“Where is it?” A rough voice growled from somewhere far away. She had to escape now.

She pushed against the glass again, without having much luck. A weird sound came from the grumpy man in front of her as he punched the glass.

“I’m doing this because I care for Ravi. He doesn’t know it yet, but the poor man’s whipped.” The grumpy man said, punching the glass again. His hands were stained red and he growled.

“This isn’t working.” He gripped his hair again and she ran a hand through her own, gripping at the ends. The man let out a grunt and a ghost of a smile formed on his lips.

“You’re one of the lucky ones.” He said, pressing his hands to the glass. She tilted her head at the strange words coming out of the man.

The man’s hands began glaring white and she scooted away from the glass. This man was a fae. Suddenly, his words seemed tangible.

The glass began to crack ever so slowly, falling on the floor with a loud thud. Arms grabbed her and Taekwoon ran to the door. Everything was chaos; the room was flipped upside down with tables and paper flung all over the room.

Red painted the walls, along with people laying on the floor. They were lousy people, sleeping while they were supposed to make sure no one entered the building.

“We have to go find the others.” Taewoon said as he scooped her in his arms, and ran through another door at the far wall of the room.

“Hakyeon, Hyuk! We need to go!” Two men with the same white coats turned to him.

One of them had short black hair, tan skin, and a kind smile. The other looked like a real fae; handsome and boyish with a hint of mischief in his eyes.

“What about the professor?” The boyish man asked. 

“Screw the professor, we need to leave now!” Both men ran towards the far corner of the room and Taekwoon followed.

The handsome boyish man pressed his hand against the wall and it opened. Her eyes widen at the stairs leading somewhere.

The short black haired man was the first to go in, followed by the boyish fae like man and Taekwoon.

Inside was another room with weird tools. A happy feeling bubbled inside of her once she saw the kind man from minutes before. 

“Hi.” The man said happily. Hakyeon rolled he eyes and patted the man’s back.

“Ravi, please. I know I’m irresistible but please refrain from tackling us.” He said before letting out a weird sound that made her wonder if he was choking on air.

“I meant hi to her, but whatever. I heard what happened, Skye says they're looking for her and us. For something, but, I’m not sure what.”

“They want to make us their puppets, duh.” Taekwoon said

“I won’t let anything happen to her.” Ravi said as he walked towards her. A weird look crossed his face and Hyuk gave him a weird look. 

“Just get married already and make half human, half fae babies. I’m sure they’ll turn out just as ugly as you.” Hyuk said as Ravi stuck his tongue out at him.

“You’re just jealous.”

“Uh huh, whatever. We need to go to…the room.” He said the last two words with some sort of accent.

“Don’t be dramatic, Hyuk.” Hakyeon said, walking further into the room. All of them followed him, and then stopped at another door.

This one wasn’t white, it was black with some sort of symbol that looked like two circles inside one another.

“There’s an exit here somewhere.” Ravi said, opening the door.

“We built this place, of course there’s an exit.” Taekwoon said.

“Don’t move!” A loud voice said from behind them. 

“You shut the door, didn’t you?” Hakyeon asked Hyuk, who shook his head

“Nope. Oww.” Hyuk rubbed his head and Hakyeon turned around. Taekwoon turned around and a man with white protective gear glared at them. A gun was pointed at them.

“Give me the girl and surrender, before I wipe the floor with you.” The man growled, gun still trained at them.

“Big talk for a human, don’t you think?” Hakyeon asked. She turned to him and her eyes widen.

His eyes turned red and his ears became pointy, fangs appeared on his teeth and she was sure if he raised his hands claws were gonna replace his nails.

“I’m not scared of some vampire.” Hakyeon showed his fangs. The white colored man shot at them and she rushed forward.

A flash of blue came from the weapon and she crossed her arms across her chest. The blue bounced off of her and hit the wall, burning it. Hakyeon hissed and attacked the man.

The man shot at him and she ran backwards, hiding behind Ravi. He wrapped his arms around her, she could feel his warmth.

“You’re fine. You and Hakyeon both are. He can heal super quick.” She looked at the man who was now on the floor, red stained his shirt.

Footsteps rushed from somewhere and two more men wearing the same white gear ran towards them. It happened fast, one moment one of the men attacked Hyuk and the next, he had attacked the man. Red soaked the man's throat and then Hyuk turned to her.

Hair sprouted from the sides of his face and his ears were also pointy and hairy. He was a werewolf, one she’s only heard about from Ravi. A majestic half breed who protected their pack.

She was too distracted. 

A yell came from Ravi and she turned. A man shot his side, and red coated his shirt.

“Ra.Vi.” She croaked out. He crumbled to the floor, taking her with him. 

“I told you we’d wipe the floor with you.” The man that Hakyeon attacked glared at them.

“Ra…vi.” Something wet hit her cheek and she reached out to touch it. They were tears. She took one and reached for Ravi, putting it on his side. It glowed and Ravi’s face softened.

“You…” Ravi trailed off, watching his wound closing.

“M.” She said, raising her hand up. With a sad look, he raised his hand to hers. She touched her lips with her hand and touched his lips. 

“Sa…fe.” She turned to the man, who aimed the weapon at her.

“Wait, no!” Ravi cried out behind her. But, it was too late. Her chest burned and her lungs closed up. She crumbled to the floor and turned to Ravi.

“Atea anu.” She yelled, and a bright white light covered him and the other men individually. The bubble floated in the air.

“No, no, no.” Ravi yelled, tears streaming down his face. She smiled, remembering the brightness in his own smile earlier. Maybe she would have that brightness someday.

She turned to the men in front of her and closed her eyes. 

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Ravi could only watch in horror as the whole building exploded in a bright white light. With a heavy heart, the bubble he and his friends were in floated away. One day he would meet her again, and tell her what she meant to him. He’ll make sure of it.

[adonis-koo]

it’s so obvious i want you

Note: Angst, angst and even more angst, merry fucking Christmas kids. This is a Oneshot apart of my 8th!Member series. You can read it without having read the others but if you’d like to see how this hot ass mess started you can find the first Oneshot Here

Pairing: Various/Reader, Jungkook/Reader but not really?

Tags: Angst, mutual pining, miscommunication, hurt w/no comfort,

Plot: You thought for sure you could handle Jungkook being in a relationship, but now you’re not so sure.

Word count: 3161

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Shifting in your seat the fact finally dawned on you, nothing could have ever prepared you for this. Even the brutal life of an idol was nothing compared to this moment that you had never been so ill equip to handle.

Most people, hell most of your friends would’ve laughed at the situation, but you couldn’t get over the hump of awkwardness or tension. It would be one thing if this was something you had constantly struggled with, but it wasn’t.

You were an extrovert out of the group, you loved talking to people and making new friends.

Anyone would’ve pegged you as charming, you just had that quality of putting people at ease. So naturally when it didn’t work on her, you knew you were in for trouble.

Her being Jungkook’s girlfriend, the word stabbed vehemently in the pit of your stomach, you had no right to feel the way you did. Sure you had a crush on him for over four years but still, it was just a crush. And he obviously never liked you back, why would he? Old wounds of self doubt began to fester again as unpleasant memories began to surface. Doing your best to swallow them back you gave a smile to Hyun, his girlfriend who sat next to him with arms hooked around his.

You never understood why she seemed so nervous around you, you were just...you, “Have fun at the gallery!” You gave a chirp, forcing another smile before quickly glancing back down at your notebook, not trusting your false happiness to hold any longer then a moment while looking at them.

Something of a mixture between envy and jealousy boiled underneath your skin, envy because you’d given anything to be Jungkook’s muse, and jealousy because you unrightfully felt like you already were before they had met. But you technically weren’t. Even if his broody stares would make you think differently it still didn’t change the fact.

It was only one time, you had been his first in bed and that was it. Was that a mistake? Should you have just confessed the morning after? You involuntarily shuddered at the idea, the thing about having sexual relations with any of your group members was the constant delicate balance of not falling into the pit of unrequited love.

That would inevitably ruin your relationship with any of them, and would eventually spiral out of control due to tension and the last thing you wanted was Bangtan to suffer because of your hormones.

Chewing your lip you closed your eyes briefly, fear had definitely been a factor in not confessing the morning after. Words had been left unsaid not only from you but from him as well and that’s why things were the way they were. But this wasn’t like Taehyung....or Jimin or- okay you know what? That was besides the point.

Anything that had descended between the other members and you was always mutually consented and while you did love them, it was never in a romantic way, the same would be said from them as well.

A lot of people would’ve assumed it would be hard to not look at them romantically while sleeping with them. But you never had that problem and neither did they, Jungkook though? You weren’t really sure, you had always just shoved your feelings into the back of your mind hoping they’d go away.

But you hadn’t fallen in love with him because of what had transpired last month in bed. No it had festered for a much longer time before that.

You already began feeling self conscious again, maybe it was for the best those words that lingered on the tip of your tongue were left unspoken. You weren’t sure you could handle rejection, you could take it, just not from him. Anyone but him.

“Thank you!” Hyun gave a nervous smile as she clung closer to Jungkook, “We will! Uh....- So what are you writing? If you don’t mind me asking!” She peered up slightly as if trying to make out the hastily written words you had strung together.

Looking down at the notebook you shrugged, not seeing the harm in telling her. It was better then the god awful silence while they waited to leave in time to catch the subway, “Well I’m working on my mixtape,” Your smile suddenly became sheepish as you glanced back down, “I’m not very good with song writing but...”

“That’s not true.”

Your lips parted as you glanced back up at Jungkook, who had stayed quiet up until this moment. His gaze focused on you, looking almost insulted at your own words as he continued, “You’ve written tons of songs,” he turned to Hyun as you furrowed your brows in confusion, “Namjoon helped cultivate her skill but all three of her songs turned into back to back MVs that made us so popular.”

Why was he boasting about you? Feeling your face turn slightly red you coughed, rubbing the back of your neck as you couldn’t help but mutter, “Actually we didn’t get popular until Wings...”

Unfortunately Jungkook had heard your words, looking vaguely annoyed as he replied, “Maybe but HYYH is one of the fan favorite eras, any ARMY would agree with me.”

Feeling like you were both fifteen again while bickering you rose an eyebrow, what was his deal? Were you never allowed to be self deprecating? Okay maybe that wasn’t the word you were looking for, humble was more along the lines of your feelings.

Yes you had begun writing for HYYH but Namjoon heavily helped and guided you during the process. Finally you replied suspiciously, “Yeah? And so was Wings.”

Too be fair Wings was your most iconic tour and the MAMA awards for it just about blew any other performances out of the water. Lots had happened during the Wings era, lots of it was unpleasant. But then again HYYH wasn’t all too pleasant for you either.

Your nose ended up wrinkling in thought, you hadn’t really been mentally sound in a long time come to think of it. Sure HYYH was when you started writing lyrics, but that was only because Namjoon guided you every step of the way. In fact, you’d go as far as giving him all the credit, he was a lyrical genius, you had only really helped with the process.

Yoongi was the other person that seemed to have hope in you as he’d let you sit in and watch him mix and make music for hours on end. The more fun out of the two in your opinion. Lyrics didn’t necessarily come easy to you, because how could you open up in a song to millions of people if you couldn’t even do it one on one, person to person?

Music though? Much easier, you just found a beat and layered it with another until something formed. Well it wasn’t that simple, it wasn’t even close to that simple but it helped to think of it like that so you wouldn’t overcomplicate the process.

Combining Namjoon and Yoongi’s cultivation and faith in you, you were technically equipped for the task of making your own mixtape. Not that you were obligated obviously, but seeing Hoseok work so hard on his gave you plenty of inspiration to work off of.

And Namjoon had just begun his next one which in turned he helped you get started on yours with basic pointers and advice.

Without realizing it you and Jungkook had been staring harshly at one another, and you felt it again. That tension between you both. Had it always been there?

No, no not even close. It use to be much more subdued when you thought back on it. Stolen glances and touches that would linger a moment longer then necessary, shared smiles and words that could’ve been took with a double meaning, or maybe you were just imagining it all...?

Noticing Hyun seemed to be tensing again you coughed before offering a wary smile as you spoke up, “Well regardless of my skill in writing I’m hoping to finish up soon. I’m on my fifth song right now, I haven’t started working on the music yet but that’s because I find it easier to work with a finished piece.”

You had begun to ramble, filling the silence. Atleast you were good at something. But still, you felt Jungkook’s intense gaze bore into you, his mouth parting occasionally as if wanting to say something only to close it again. You had almost wished he’d just spit it out.

“Oh! We’re going to be late,” Hyun looked at her phone noticing the time as she stood up pulling on Jungkook’s arm as she gave you another nervous smile, “Well it was nice talking to you Y/n! Goodbye.” She bowed slightly before dragging Jungkook off the couch. Watching him let out a silent sigh as he glanced back at you, his eyes had finally softened considerably.

His gaze would haunt you for the rest of the night as the door closed shut, leaving it to linger in nothing more then your memory.

It was filled with everything you had once hoped for but it only filled you with dread now.

It was full of want, it was the only way you could describe it. He looked like he wanted you to be the one pulling him out the door, like he wanted you to be the one holding his hand while you rambled away, like he wanted to run back to you, in that moment, had you not known any better, it looked like he wanted to confess.

But it had only been there for less then a moment before the door had shut. It had to have been your imagination right? The last thing you wanted was to get your hopes up, because at the end of the day, if he really liked you, he wouldn’t of been holding her hand, taking her out, would he?

The glimmer of hope in you chest had been stomped all the way back down to your stomach, forming a nauseating pit. Churning enough to make you close the notebook and pad all the way to Jimin’s room.

Nobody’s shoulder to cry on in Bangtan’s could rival Jimin’s. He had been buried under the covers of his bed with a book in hand, a hoody over his head and his thick rimmed glasses sticking out from there sheets. Glancing up at you as he spoke before faltering, “Y/n what are you....” frowning he set his book down as he sat up, gestured you to come lay down as the tears began to well in your eyes, “Come here.” Two words and you were home.

Collapsing into the bed you wrapped your arms around him burying your face into the crook of his neck as he scooped you up, pulling you beneath the covers as he cooed stroking your hair, “What happened? Was it her again?”

Just those words made you wrap your arms around him tightly, pressing your face against the crook of his neck in attempt to stop the tears that continued to stream. Why did it hurt so much? Why did it hurt to see him holding her hand? To see him kissing her? To be plagued with hearing them on the other side of the wall at night?

It felt like a dagger was being twisted in your heart agonizingly slow, like it was just there to watch you be tormented. Wasn’t it obvious how much you wanted him?

That if he wanted you just as you thought he did, wouldn’t it just be easiest to be together without suffering anymore? But seeing him with her drowned out any of your desperation to cling onto some hope that maybe, just maybe Jungkook liked you too.

Your lips trembled parting to speak but your voice fell flat in refusal it let words escape, or maybe your mind just couldn’t trust your voice to form a sentence. If you admitted to how much you liked Jungkook verbally, the words, the emotions, everything would be cemented into your existence. And your life would only become even more hellish at the formal recognition of your feelings finally finalized and accepted. If you refused to speak the words you could atleast live in the denial that maybe you could get over it.

That maybe if you run from it long enough the throbbing pain in your chest would cease and maybe you’d live to see a day where it won’t hurt seeing him with someone else.

Fake it til you make it right? But those words only made your chest ache with a dull pain, what good was faking it if it never really went away?

Because it wasn’t going to? Was it? Jimin only gave a gentle hush as he continued to stroke your hair, coddling you close as you continued to cry. He was shield and sword, nobody would have run faster to your defense then Jimin. You weren’t the only one who struggled so severely during Wings.

Dare you say he had it even worse, but what hell you both endured you had endured it together, there was no one on this planet that could make you feel better the way Jimin could. So you focused on his warmth and slow heartbeat to ground you from the terrible, inevitable heartbreak you’d never admit to experiencing.

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You had been too mopey, and it was showing. Usually you’d be down and out for a few hours maybe a day before you’d bounce back, never wanting to be stuck in such a useless negative cycle. Because you had learned hands on that when you got in a cycle of negativity it was like a web, the more you struggled the more difficult it became to get free.

Finishing up a long recording session it was nearing twelve at night and you had found yourself wedged between your elders. When in doubt you could always go to them for comfort. Hoseok being one of the more touchy feely members happily had his arms wrapped around you, coddling you against his chest though his attention was focused on the movie that played.

Yoongi was not so hands on as the other members, but he was a sucker for lounging when he had a rare free moment. His head had been laying on your lap, or what he could get of it atleast since your feet had been tucked beneath you, making your lap a little less accessible.

But he was a determined guy none the less, his hands laid sprawled across your thighs lazily and his eyes had been shut for well over a half an hour. You weakly smiled down at his figure, nobody could love sleeping as much as him. But then again you’d like to imagine it was because he could never get enough due to working himself so hard. Looking back up you had involuntarily froze again.

Was it really necessary to bring her to the dorms so much? It was great that Jungkook wanted all of the most important people in his life together but- another pang throbbed in your chest as you glanced back down towards the floor.

What you’d give to be in her position right now, coddled up in his lap hugging against him. Noticing you beginning to shift up Hoseok had let you out of his grasp as you maneuvered Yoongi’s head onto the couch. Hoseok frowned upon seeing your tired, and admittedly drained expression.

You knew they were getting worried but what could you do? You couldn’t just admit it, because if you admitted it, then you’d have to talk about it. And that was the last thing you wanted to do right now.

Abruptly standing as you became free of the cuddle cluster, “I’m gonna try and get some sleep, night guys.”

Jungkook pressed his lips together watching you barely acknowledge everyone before promptly walking away. You looked so tired, it was beginning to worry him...

Because even if you had never gotten much sleep to begin with, you never had dark circles under your eyes like you did now. You had even began to stumble during their rehearsals for choreography due to fatigue. And as one of the lead dancers yourself, one that was like a ball of energy it was highly uncharacteristic.

Jungkook felt a dull ache in his chest, wishing he could follow after you, not like he could do anything to relieve whatever you were going through, but he wanted to try regardless.

Anything to see the way your eyes always lit up when you smiled, but now he hasn’t seen either of those things. Atleast genuinely. Sighing he shifted, remembering his girlfriend who was on top of him.

What had he gotten himself into? Jungkook was positive he’d be able to forget you, the intoxicating feel of your touch, the way that smirk coiled onto your lips anytime you were being cheeky with him.

He thought for sure he could forget it with time. And someone like Hyun would make him forget that he ever even liked you in the first place. Except it wasn’t working, in fact, it was only making him want you that much more. He did like Hyun, just not romantically. Not like the way he knew for sure he felt for you.

She was such a sweetheart, she really did deserved someone better then him. Someone who could fully love her, and Jungkook just couldn’t do that.

He had attempted to bring it up of course, unable to live with the guilt of stringing her along, but Hyun said that it was fine and she was more then patient to wait. But someone couldn’t wait forever could they? More so Jungkook wasn’t sure if he wanted her too.

He let out a silent sigh, his gaze lingering in the direction you had disappeared, you had barely even looked in his direction. He knew you didn’t like him romantically, and you made it clear the morning after you had both slept together when Seokjin confronted you about it. But did you have to be so cold? You had barely even acknowledged his presence all week long.

Had he did something wrong? He had tried asking you about it but you only dismissed him, in result pushing him away. A nasty habit of yours that he had hoped you would’ve grown out of by now, but sometimes under stress he figured people just fell back into old habits. You were no exception apparently.

Still, it hurt being pushed away when he wanted nothing more then to hold you close. To tell you whatever you were going through that you’d be okay. He was surprised you were so blind for someone so perceptive.

Wasn’t it obvious how much he wanted you?

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Tenacity: Chapter 6 - Bankruptcy [Uraraka Ochako/Reader]

SUMMARY: Ochako had entered Tokyo Dome clad in white, salmon and lime and exited drenched in grey.

TAGS: Reader-insert Collection, Soul mate AU

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Chapter 6: Bankruptcy

The discoloured mesh of humans that expanded throughout Tokyo Dome made Ochako’s back shiver, from the nosebleed sections to the much-desired floor sections. She hadn’t known what to expect; this was the first concert she ever attended and while she had seen pictures of it online, the absolute size didn’t translate well in pictures. Bracing herself on the rail, she listened with her eyes to the fans roar as a new MV appeared on the large screens, their voices filling her with excitement. When their screaming toned down, for the general noisiness never disappeared completely, she re-read her ticket and confirmed that she had to go even higher.

The nosebleeds provided a great overview of the entire arena she noticed while climbing up the stairs, though she would be unable to see the performers up close. A pang of regret hit her, as both Jirou and Momo had managed to score tickets lower down. Remembering the prices, she straightened her back and felt a lot better about herself. Her mother had begged her to go, saying that Ochako had been working hard without any respite for the family, and eventually she had succumbed reluctantly. There hadn’t been many tickets to pick from since she had wavered for too long but she managed to get one. While she couldn’t afford the expensive floor tickets, she was certain she’d have a good time up here as well.

Her phone went off and she answered it almost immediately.

“Momo?” Ochako asked while taking the last few steps up to her row, trying hard not to reveal how out of breath she was. Covering the phone, she quietly said sorry to the people that let her through to her seat.

“Have you found your seat?” Momo’s voice said.

“I just got to my seat. Good thing I’m not afraid of heights.”

“Remember to use the binoculars I gave you, Ochako! I tested them at home and they worked quite well, considering it’s the first time I produced binoculars with my Quirk.”

Right, she made these using her body, Ochako thought as she fished the binoculars out of her bag and examined it. She looked through them and found that with some adjusting she could see the scene.

“They actually work,” Ochako said, laughter colouring her voice. “It’s hard to believe that you’ve only had your Quirk for a few months and you can already make this kind of stuff. That’s amazing.”

“I have had my Quirk for almost a year now.”

Ochako pressed herself against her seat and let some people by, not particularly paying attention to them. “It’s been that long since?”

“Yes. Life really did change for the better after I met Jirou but if I had lacked the education to support my Quirk I would struggle to make plates, most likely.”

Anticipation rose amongst everyone as the intro’s bassline shook out of the speakers, powerful enough to make Ochako’s torso vibrate to the rhythm. The beginning of the intro ushered the ending of the conversation and everyone lost themselves as the performers entered the stage.

Considering how loud the concert had been, everyone exited in relative silence. There wasn’t much talking done around Ochako, even as the music subsided and the chilly breeze forced the concert goers back into reality. If she was perfectly honest, she didn’t understand that it was all over. While mindlessly following the horde flowing towards the subway, she replayed bits and pieces of the concert inside her head, trying to immerse herself enough to relive it.

She barely acknowledged Jirou and Momo as they miraculously boarded the same train wagon she did. Much like Ochako had, Jirou dunked herself into a seat with a melancholy expression on her face. Ochako must have stared for a bit too long, for Jirou gave her a comforting half-smile.

“Welcome to my life,” she said, her head lolling limply against the back of the seat. She made an upwards motion with her hand, “You’ve been waiting for this for months and it’s over in two hours. Now you have to find something else to do with your life.” Her hand crashed down onto her thigh, symbolizing the post-concert life they now had to endure.

Ochako sighed and pulled her bag close to her chest, “I don’t like this.”

“Do you regret it?” Momo quickly interjected, probably before Jirou could further commiserate.

“I guess not. It was a fun experience that I hope I recall forever.”

“That’s what fancams are for,” Jirou stated, pulling up her phone. “Everyone is going wild online about… Hold on, how is this trending?”

“What now?” Momo leaned forward towards Jirou, her bangs almost hitting the phone.

“Do you remember the scientist who got trashed for trash-talking soul mates? He’s back for round two. Listen, this is what he wrote: ‘I'm quite amused that the mainstream thought of meeting your soul mate and acquiring your Quirk increases your overall productivity, with the conclusion that society would prosper the most when everyone found their soul mate. I find it a rather ineffective solution to the traditional school of hard work, considering that the chances of meeting your soul mate are low and the proper usage of Quirks takes years to master. There's a definite trade-off between time spent and actual success … and it's not in your favour.’”

Ochako blinked slowly, not certain she had the attention span to understand it anyway.

“That is quite the negative view,” Momo commented, returning to her seat. Ochako couldn’t see it because of the table, but both Momo and Jirou were probably doing some couple-stuff with their feet… whatever that could be. “You gain an ability without drawbacks and someone to rely on. Not everyone can use their Quirk for work-related purposes but surely every Quirk has some application. Even if mastering it is impossible, there’s an additional ability for you to use daily.”

“You would know that,” Jirou said and scoffed light-heartedly.

Momo shrugged. “This has been my experience.”

Ochako thought about her parents, both Quirkless and happily married. Even though the family business was stagnating for several reasons, Ochako doubted that Quirks could save them from what felt like inevitable bankruptcy. It was a laughable concept, honestly. The Quirks that appeared after meeting your soul mate ranged from barely changing anything at all to something life-changing, such as severely altering your appearance. Thus, Quirks could not only be hard to master but also negatively affect your life.

“I can eavesdrop on the people living below my apartment now, which is interesting, but other than that I don’t feel more productive than I did before. Not that I was particularly productive before…” Jirou touched her earlobes.

“My parents have been married forever now and they are both Quirkless,” Ochako said after some contemplation. “I can’t imagine them doing better than they are now, even if they had Quirks. If they had met their soul mates, perhaps they would never have started their business and done other things instead.”

“Exactly, people can mess up their lives even if they have Quirks.”

“What I meant was that Quirks won’t trump hard work or common sense.”

“That too.”

Until Ochako reached her stop, the trio continued to talk about easier-to-digest topics. Once again braving the cold air, Ochako left the warmth of the train and continued forward into the night.

Meanwhile, Y/N just entered the train from Tokyo Dome back to the city. Everyone in her section had started leaving the concert while the outro song was playing, their backs coloured with lights from the scene. She had remained seated for some time, basking in the cozy afterglow of the concert and refusing normalcy until she took her first step outside the Dome. Until that happened, the concert did not end.

Her gaze had travelled from the different sections to the empty stage and filled exits, searching for something. Perhaps a reason to stay even longer or to leave in all haste. She felt that if she left, a part of her would remain here in the nosebleeds. It was inevitable that she’d have to move on, sooner or later, and this realization made her chest drop.

Ochako accidentally grasped the door handle with all her fingers and cursed, the strange pressure inside the pit of her stomach growing. Carefully, she pushed down the handle and mechanically opened the door, smiling awkwardly before her visitors. Immediately after she forced her fingertips together and backed away, wringing her hands in front of her as her stomach relaxed. Momo, peering over a huge paper bag she held against her torso, gave her a sympathetic look. Jirou shut the door after entering.

“Thank you for shopping for me!” Ochako couldn’t help but move around, her irritation fading when her friends brought the merchandise into the kitchen.

“Don’t mention it,” Jirou said, getting the merchandise out of the bag and onto the counter.

“I really do feel for you, Ochako,” Momo said, stretching to reach the uppermost cupboard shelves. “It is unfortunate that it isn’t a complete activation type Quirk, which would be much simpler to handle.”

“When you learn how to use it properly you won’t even need Momo to put away the merchandise.”

Ochako approached to help out of instinct but was curtly shooed away by Momo. Instead she retreated to the table, watching her friends to all the work her shoulder slouched. She braced her elbows against her knees and placed her chin against her knuckles. “As long as I’m deliberate about where I place my fingers I can manage… I’ll survive.”

Momo looked back at her with a smile. “Happy to hear you. You’ve seemed… sad these last few days.”

With reluctance, Ochako acknowledged inside her head that that was an understatement. Her life post-concert had been veiled in nostalgic filters; when she wasn’t studying she visited her memories through videos and photos and when she didn’t do either her heart ached. The heartache felt similar to the pains she had growing up, reviewing her old memories of childhood and wishing she could relive it. However, she couldn’t tell whether reliving it would release her from this longing or chain her down further. Perhaps it would be like replaying a game from your childhood. In your memories, you had the best of times, yet the pleasure and novelty were now not as intense. This arduous craving would be fulfilled, leaving behind the knowledge that once you experience something you can’t get it again. More importantly, she didn’t know whether it stemmed from the event itself or meeting her soul mate.

Her Quirk had surprised her the morning after the concert, which she deduced meant that she had bumped into her soul mate there. What made her feel sick was the realization that any person she had touched could be her soul mate. A person without any relevance to her current life, who didn’t know her as a person. Someone who only desired her because of some mysterious fuck up. Conversely, what kind of life would she be intruding upon if they ever met again? Would the fact that it was impossible to find that person mean that she was in a constant state of longing?

“You know, I thought it was the post-concert depression hitting me afterwards but I’m not certain anymore,” Ochako mumbled. She described her feelings while Jirou and Momo nodded affirmatively.

“I guess you could describe it as nostalgia,” Momo mused and tapped her lip with a finger. “Sounds like what I experience when I’m away from Jirou for an extended amount of time.” Ochako grimaced as Jirou confirmed the sentiment. “I’m just getting my life together and this happens. I really don’t want to chase after the shadow of someone who may be my soul mate. It’ll be impossible to find that person. All I want to do is take over the family business and I don’t want someone else’s influence to steer me away from that.”

“You can take over the business and find your soul mate without compromising either. It’s just a matter of endurance.”

It had taken her an hour of writing and re-writing the same 3 sentences before eventually leaning back and pressing enter with an empty look on her face. Ochako was feeling rather bored with this soul mate ordeal. According to the Quirk specialist she had visited, there would be no emotional damage even if she never found her soul mate. It happened surprisingly often that people would randomly acquire Quirks from touching a stranger, only to never meet them again. Thus, her bout of sadness had been demoted to the good old post-concert depression. The specialist did warn her that if she ever came into contact with this person again she would probably be emotionally affected.

Therefore, that should have been the end of it.

It wasn’t.

Two weeks had passed since the concert and only now did she dare to write a post asking whether someone else from the same section acquired their Quirk then. Her drive to know stemmed partly from curiosity and partly from the knowledge that the future could possibly be better if this person was in her life. However, now that it was confirmed that she would remain herself and that her goals would be the same, she felt thankful and thought that the logical action would be to withdraw. After all, she had a new ability which could prove useful. It was maddening to simultaneously encounter herself in these two extremes.

Her necessity for relief from the rigid tension inside became palpable when she couldn't bear leaving her computer chair to take a shower. Without supervising all new comments, she could accidentally miss a comment from people having attended the concert in the same section. When she felt like there would be few updates, she hurriedly threw together some food and regressed back into her room.

After 9PM, her post in the concert group for that particular date was gaining traction, negative and positive alike. No one claimed to have awakened their Quirk back then. She remained by the edge of her seat, yet she was not surprised at this development. At most, this would be one of the big question marks of her life. Why was this any different to not knowing what would’ve happened if she had gone to another school or what if she had had a different set of parents? It wouldn’t solve her current issues and not her future issues, which she would have tons of if she didn’t straighten herself out.

Imagine going bankrupt because you’re this obsessed with a stranger, she chided herself and sighed deeply. Her bottomless need to refresh the page and scour the comments turned her mood foul. With a sharp click she exited the browser and shut down the computer. These two weeks of longing and dillydallying had been memorable… but reality was calling her back, even after the short memory exposition she relived every time she used her Quirk.

Today Y/N exited the health care facility carrying a booklet about Quirks, paperwork and a diary. Two days ago her partner had discovered that three ink black spots on her back changed places every few days. They had been worried about it being some dermatological issue, which was refuted by tests. Indeed, evaluation proved that Y/N was healthy and that the three spots were parts of her Quirk. As far as she knew, they had been on her back for a few years and she had never noticed them moving about. After all, who examines their back that often?

Because Y/N didn’t notice anything strange other than the moving spots the specialist mused whether it could detect meteorological changes or something subtle. However, since there was no data to collect about it Y/N was sent home with a diary where she would describe eventual changes. While she was relieved that it wasn’t a health scare, she wondered how long ago she acquired it and how the other person had reacted. Had they been angry or scared? She imagined that most people with flashier and active Quirks could not forget about something like that, but hers was insignificant and knowing that she had a Quirk didn’t change a single thing.

True to her thoughts, after four days of writing in her Quirk diary it was buried beneath a stack of paper on her desk, forgotten behind the normalcy of life.

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Changes (V)

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! AU, Idol! AU

Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader x Baekhyun

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If you thought you could get some sleep that night you were dead wrong. You were up to the crack of dawn thinking of that kiss and everything Baekhyun had told you.

Did he really feel this way about you or was it just a trick? But Baekhyun wasn’t like that. He was very passionate about his feelings and it was prevalent. You had to ask yourself these same questions as well. Did your heart crave Baekhyun or was this some kind of coping mechanism your mind activated after Suho left. In so many ways Baekhyun was different from Junmyeon, hell the only thing connecting them is SM and you. Why did life have to be such a fucking bitch?

Your alarm clock blared and you knew it was time to put on your best smile and pretend like you and Baekhyun didn’t kiss.

You heard Sehun come in at about 2 am last night. You didn’t have the energy to talk about his conquest of the night. That’s why when he popped in last night, you pretended to be out like a light.

You started your day with a shower and because today was just going to be MV shooting you opted for simple black leggings with a hoodie. You were quiet when you left because you didn’t want to wake Sehun.

The drive to the shoot was full of dread. You would have to face Baekhyun and act like nothing happened between you two. The atmosphere would be awkward which is the last thing you wanted. When you got there the mood was light, you heard Chen’s loud laugh and naturally assumed Baekhyun was the cause of their laughter. Xiumin saw you first and called you over to the three of them. Inevitably Baekhyun’s eyes landed on you and you felt goosebumps graze your skin. The effects he had on you was scary, how could a glance send your body into a frenzy?

They were in the middle of getting their makeup done, all of them in their outfits which looked good enough to be in a Gucci fashion show. The concept of this comeback was royalty, something their fans have been begging for since before they could remember. The director called them when they were done getting ready and you just stood off to the side to observe and be there when they needed you. You just wanted this day to go by smoothly so you can get home and wallow in your self-pity.

They did there individual shoots and their group scenes. One scene, in particular, seemed to annoy you, Baekhyun was filming a part with a girl who looked like she just walked off the runway of Milan. Their chemistry was blatantly obvious. There was no doubt that she was flirting with him, the obsessive amount of skinship they were displaying made your stomach hurt. It wasn’t like Baekhyun was stopping her either if anything he was egging her on to continue. When she would lean into him while laughing he only made it worse by whispering something in her ear that would bring her closer to him. You were upset, to say the least. Not because you were jealous but because not even 24 hours ago he was confessing to you and now he totally forgot about your existence.

You excused yourself for some air, not being able to see them grope each other any longer. Of all people, Baekhyun was the one to notice your discomfort and you only solidified it when you left.

Baekhyun was wrapped with filming for the day so he followed you out to see what was the problem. “Hey, you ok?”

The fact that he had the audacity to ask you that amazed you. “Yeah, perfect,” you responded with a tight-lipped smile.

“Doesn’t seem that way to me,” Baekhyun countered.

“Then why ask in the first place?” The venom in your words had the strength to knock out a python.

“Because I care.”

The light chuckle that left your lips couldn’t be stopped, it was out there and there was no taking it back, much like his confession to you.

“You honestly think I don’t care? Especially after last night?” So he did remember.

“Wow, I’m surprised you actually remember that. Considering the fact that you seemed to have more pressing matters on your mind,” and by that, you meant the tall, brunette who practically threw herself at Baekhyun.

“Oh my g- are you- are you jealous?” His mouth grew wide as if this was the most amusing thing of his life.

You sneered at his remark, “Me being jealous would require me actually caring.” That was a slap in the face to both of you.

“How long are you gonna uphold this facade?” His arms crossed in front of his chest of his eyebrows rose.

Like the teenager you felt like at the moment, you rolled your eyes, “Not everyone is outspoken like you Baekhyun. Some people need time to actually process what they feel before diving head first,” you laid off him and lightened your tone.

“And I understand that I told you I’d wait. I wasn’t lying about that. Whatever you saw in there was nothing more than harmless flirting.”

You rose a finger and pointed it at him, “Aha! So you do admit to flirting with her.” Why were you trying so hard to prove him wrong? What would you honestly gain out of it?

“I never said I wasn’t. I was just trying to make you jealous to see if you even remotely feel the same way about me and I would say by my observations that you do.” A smirk adorned his lips and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off.

“Aish, you bastard!” You raised your hand as if you were going to hit him and he flinched in response.

“Yah! You would do the same in my shoes.” He was right about that. If you were in his place you would want some kind of confirmation that this isn’t some hopeless one-sided crush.

Your anger subsided and you just became annoyed with him and began giving him the silent treatment as if you guys were in kindergarten all over again. “You are being very mature about this I see.”

You just grunted and moved to go back into the venue where Xiumin was wrapping his scenes. Like a lost puppy, Baekhyun followed after you with a pout. He understands why you were upset and in some way he was happy about it because that meant you cared enough to get jealous in the first place.

The director wrapped up for the day and sent everyone on their way. You were expecting everyone to go their separate ways since the boys didn’t have anything else to do today. But of course, Baekhyun had asked for you to go with him somewhere. You were his manager which meant you worked for him, so who were you to say no to him. Xiumin and Chen were slumped from today so it was just going to be you and Baekhyun this time.

He had his car this time around, an Audi S7 which was fairly new to the market. Just being in it felt expensive, the leather seats, the sleek black interior, everything about it screamed RICH! In your life, you have been a few high-end cars, mainly because of Junmyeon’s doing but never have you been in something so smooth and classy.

Baekhyun caught on to your amazement of the car and asked you if you were a fan of cars. You shook your head no, because you have no clue about them except a few name brands.

By the looks of it, you guys were traveling to the heart of Seoul. “Baekhyun where are you taking me?” You looked over at him. He was driving with one hand on the wheel and the other on the clutch, his black hair was draped over his forehead. At this moment he looked like a movie star even while driving.

“To somewhere I know you’ll like.” Your eyebrows raised. He seemed oddly confident in himself which only made you anticipate it more. The music was playing at a low volume in case you wanted to talk to him about something but you didn’t. The car ride was quiet but not uncomfortable in the slightest.

The car stopped in front of a fairly crowded sidewalk. Bystanders were walking pass, some with their significant others, some alone. But there was no doubt that at least one of them would recognize Baekhyun the minute he stepped out of his car.

“Why are we here? Are you trying to get swarmed by fans?” Your tone was a bit hesitant because you were unsure of his intentions.

He just laughed and put on his black face mask and pulled up the hood of his Supreme hoodie. Before you could stop him and convince him to go somewhere more lowkey, he was out of the car and making his way around to your side of the car and opening the door for you. Unlike him you had nothing to cover your identity in case you were to be noticed, so you kept your head low and got out of the car. Without warning, he grabbed hold of your hand and lead you into the restaurant. You didn’t cause a scene, instead, you just followed and complied. It seemed as though you guys were in a ramen restaurant.

Once you guys were seated you began to look around more and it hit you, you guys were in Big Bang Seungri’s ramen restaurant. You looked back at Baekhyun with wide eyes and an opened mouth.

“Are we really- Is this- How did you-” Were you really so starstruck that you couldn’t finish your questions. Baekhyun found it adorable and just nodded as if he knew exactly what you were trying to say.

“Seungri is a good friend of mine.” Of course, he was, they were both Korea’s most loved idols.

It took a minute to recover from your shock but when you did the lady was there to take your order. You ordered the chef’s special while Baekhyun opted for snow crab ramen. Your taste buds were excited for what was to come.

“So am I doing a good job on our first date?” Your eyes went wide at his words and he couldn’t miss the opportunity to laugh at them. “Don’t worry I’m just joking. I told you I’d give you time. I just wanted to bring you here because I heard how much you wanted to come here.”

You calmed down at his words, for a second you thought you could feel your heart jump into your throat. “Well, that is very considerate of you Baek.”

A smile grew onto the lips you found yourself staring at more often than not. The rest of your time was filled with small talk and Baekhyun making you laugh until it physically hurt. When it came to an end you were sad, this has been one of the best times you’ve had in a while. Baekhyun paid the bill after much persuasion for you to let him. Unfortunately, Seungri wasn’t there himself but Baekhyun promised that he’d introduce you guys one day.

It seemed impossible to get to the car because outside the restaurant were dozens of screaming fans. Someone must’ve noticed Baekhyun and alerted the media. There was no way you two would make it out of their unscathed, but there was no other choice. Both of you left the way you came in, with your heads down and hands connected. All you heard was ‘Oppa!’ and the occasional gasp when they saw your hands linked. You prayed to any god that they wouldn’t get ahold of your information because you knew once they did your life was going to be hell on earth. It’s not news that k-fans are very protective, to say the least, and the last thing you wanted in this life is to be on their bad side.

Baekhyun opened the door for you to get in before making his way around to the driver's seat. The loud noise on the outside seems to subside now that you were in the car. But they were all so close to the windows which meant they could see you at any time. The flash from the cameras didn’t help your situation either. Sensing your annoyance, Baekhyun put the car in drive and sped off.

Although you had fun tonight you feared what would be the outcome tomorrow. You were prepared to see your face plastered all over the news. Baekhyun apologized for the chaos that came toward the end but it wasn’t his fault. It’s not like he purposefully called his fans and made them fill the streets. You knew that all he wanted was some time to feel normal and breathe. Your hand reached over to cover his hand that was on the clutch. It was like you had no control over your body because even you had no idea what the hell was happening. As soon as your hand touched his, his eyes darted at you. The red on your cheeks got noticeable especially now that he was looking at you.

“Yah look at the road!” You just didn’t want him to look at you, not like that. That look is a look that could make you melt even in the harshest of winters.

He gave a light laugh as the smile played on the corner of his lips. He took your hand and laced your fingers with his. He was always the one to take the more intimate route. You knew you shouldn’t be doing things like this with him, it was unprofessional but you were past professionalism at this point. All that went out the window the minute he confessed. You were always someone who did things with your heart. It was apparent for a while that Baekhyun was something more to you, you just didn’t know what. You weren’t over Junmyeon yet and you didn’t want to use Baekhyun as some rebound. You wanted whatever you were feeling to be real and true. It was times like these where you could feel the realness of your feelings for him. You didn’t want to dive head first this time, you wanted to be sure, you needed to know that this was serious and that it wouldn’t end up like the last time you decided to take a chance on a guy.

Baekhyun knew your address better than you did, from the countless times he took you home. He walked you up to your apartment but this time didn’t step over the threshold.

“I had a lot of fun tonight.” The blush on your cheeks was slowly creeping up on you.

The rectangle smile you adored found its way to his lips. “Told you that you’d like it.” You thought back to what he said in the car on the way there and that caused a smile to display on your mouth. “I know you know about what is underway and I want to tell you that I’ll make sure to protect you. I won’t let this drive you away from me. Trust me.” He was talking about what you were dreading.

“I know you will Baekhyun. It’s just scary. I’ve seen the hate some of these idols girlfriends get and I’ve seen the way something like this can bring down an idols success. The last thing I want to do is bring you down.” Your eyes averted to the floor, too scared to look him in the eyes.

“You see this is why I like you. You always think about others before yourself.” He reached for your hands and enveloped them in his. “I want to show you what it’s like to be prioritized first. I want you to know that in my life you’ll never be second.”

He was saying all the things that Junmyeon should have said. He was saying all the right things. Maybe that’s why your lips were on his. Baekhyun wrapped his arm your waist to pull you flush against him. Your hands found their way around his neck and traversing through his dark locks. His tongue was brushing your bottom lip asking for access and you accepted it. Quickly he established his dominance as his mouth passionately worked against yours.

You pulled him through the door and he closed it with the kick of his foot. Both of you got rid of your shoes and while keeping the kiss going. His hands went from your hips to your thighs, he gave them a light tap as a signal for you to jump. He walked you both to your room but in order for him to get the right room you had to break the kiss and tell him. He successfully made it to your room and soon enough he was laying you on your bed removing any article of clothing that was attached to your body. You helped take off his hoodie and white tee under it, looking at his abs was like looking at a piece of art. With your bottom lip between your teeth, you felt his muscular torso that only added to the wetness growing in your black, lace panties. Baekhyun’s lips were now beginning their assault on your neck, it was his canvas to play with and he was going to make sure that everyone knew who was responsible. The moans that slipped out where impossible to hold in, not when he was making you feel like you were on cloud 9.

When he was done with your neck, he kissed your collarbone, then the valley of your breasts. He made sure to fulfill every need of yours. He took your perky nipple in his mouth and the other with his hand.

“God.” You moaned with your hands in his hair.

He smirked at your satisfaction before moving down your body, leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen before reaching your pelvis. He was only a few inches from where you needed him most. His hand grazed your clothed core and that alone had the power to make you squirm. “So wet for me baby.”

Hooking two fingers around the lace he pulled it down and off your legs completely. He kissed the inside of your thighs tentatively before getting to your aching core.

“B-baekhyun please.” You were begging for him to do something, anything.

“What do you want me to do baby? My fingers? My mouth?” He was teasing you.

“B-both.” Your eyes clamored shut when you felt his long, slender fingers glide into you. Not even giving you time to steady yourself his tongue attended to your folds. You wanted nothing more than to buck your hips to get more friction but his hand on hips was stopping you. So you decided to put your hands back in his hair and help him that way. If he wanted you to be a moaning mess then consider is mission complete. By the end of this, you’d be screaming his name so loud that your friends in Busan would be able to hear it. “Baek. I- 'm gonna cum.” You could feel yourself get to that point already.

“Let go, baby. Come on my love. I want to taste all of you.” His fingers worked in and out of you faster as his lips were on your clit giving you the push you needed to send you over the edge. He had you seeing white and moaning a string of profanities.

When he said he wanted to taste all of you he wasn’t kidding. He cleaned up whatever juices came from you like it was some kind of drink. He removed his fingers and brought them to your lips so you could taste yourself. After all, he did you weren’t gonna refuse, you wrapped your lips around his dainty fingers and sucked off the wetness that came from your dripping pussy. “Isn’t it one of the best things you’ve ever tasted?” The smirk on his face let you know that he was nowhere near done with you. The bulge in his pants could be felt and you felt bad that it wasn’t already freed from its restraints. So you helped with that problem yourself. You sat up on your mattress and pulled his pants along with his boxers down. His member sprung free and you were taken aback by the size, he was bigger than expected, well that’s another false rumor you can check off.

Following the theme of the night, you let Baekhyun take complete control. He turned you over and you were now face down, ass up. Everything was on display for him to see and he felt like a kid on Christmas day. He was done teasing, he just wanted to feel you wrapped around him. He gave himself a few pumps before lining himself up with your entrance. It was excruciatingly slow, the stretch was slightly painful but pleasurable. “Jesus baby you’re so tight.”

Finally, all of him was inside of you. He gave you a minute to adjust to him before beginning his thrusts. They started a slow pace but you when you asked for more he picked up the pace and became rougher. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room along with your moans and Baekhyun’s grunts.

Once again you were teetering on the edge of your release. Baekhyun caught on and snaked his hand around to work on your clit. “Oh my god! Don’t stop baby!” You spoke in pleasurable moans. You repeated his name like a chant before you were releasing yourself around his dick. Soon enough he was finishing as well and he pulled out and released himself on your ass.

You were on the pill but better safe than sorry. You collapsed on the bed feeling beyond pleasure. He fell right next to you, both of you breathing heavily and sweating profusely. “That was-”

“Yeah it was.” You said finally realizing what just happened.

His head turned to you, “So what does this mean for us?”

You were sober and knew what you were doing when you kissed him. You knew where this was heading. Maybe this is what you needed to help you come face first with your feelings. Maybe this was a sign that you needed to let go and trust him. You moved your body so that you were cuddled into him. “It means that whatever article about us tomorrow won’t be a lie.”

[unimpressedperson]

Jackpot | pt. 3 [FINAL]

(Found this picture in @youthstuffs , thank you for posting it)

Genre: Fluff and Crack, I guess…

Warnings: None

Pairing: Kim Namjoon x @taesbetch , Kim Namjoon x Reader

Word Counting: 8.5k

Synopsis: Nya spent her whole life in Las Vegas, she would never imagine that local knowledge would ever be useful. However, her vision changed when Kim Seokjin appeared and introduced her to a few friends, film producers, whose needed guidance through Las Vegas underrated places for a movie. She agreed in working for them, and in that moment none of their lives would ever be the same. What happens in Vegas, not always has to be kept in Vegas.

A/N: Heeeeeeeey Nya!! Finally the last chapter! The oneshot has originally 20.958 words, so I decided to split it in three chapters. It’s the final one. The closure of this rhapsody (am I cocky, lol?), yeah. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I loved writing, ‘cuz it was fun talking about RPDR, movies, Vhope, Jeon Seagull, Namjoon, you, Dragon! Yoongi au spitting fiiire oooh, Star Trek references, etc :) Forgive any grammar mistakes.

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Yoongi knew it. He fucking knew it in the moment Namjoon began contending about some girl willing to guide them through Las Vegas. He saw back in then that something would rotten up during the process. Nothing could ever go soft and swift, every damn time, Kim Namjoon would come up with some drama, or Hoseok and Taehyung would fight, or the pipes from their filming location would BUST IN GEYSERS FROM EVERY WALL AND FLOOR.

He could gain money by showing off his auguring powers. At least from some dumb folk like Namjoon.

They worked together for 10 years. A decade living through ups and downs, but what kept their Cinematography Company moving and succeeding was the timing. Namjoon directs a successful movie, then gets involved with someone, breaks up and directs a shitty movie. It was a cycle in which Yoongi never complained and watched happening time after time. In 10 years, Kim Namjoon proved to be a genius and that he acknowledge the romantic vicious cycle, never defying it by getting involved with someone after almost breaking their business.

In situations of risk like these, Yoongi takes over his Spock role and always gives good advices to Captain Namjoon. It was his Vulcan power, after all. The Enterprise never bankrupted precisely because everytime one of the bosses made a bold move or a bad decision, someone would soothe it with a better idea or stopping before happening.

This time, though, Namjoon was being a stubborn bitch. Yoongi considered the idea of poisoning him and keeping the whole company under his name and charge.

Oh, he really pondered and even searched for undetectable poisons, but their 10 years story spoke louder than the homicidal side of Min Yoongi.

Kim Namjoon and Min Yoongi met whilst working. They were producing the songs from a  soundtrack, after so many nights of writing and playing instruments, sometimes all by themselves, their similarities brought them closer. A beautiful and honest friendship blossomed, nurtured with honest, curses, talent, humor, sarcasm and a lot of partnership.

Eventually, their dreams became way too big and only working for a company wasn't satisfying them. With their savings combined, Namjoon and Yoongi registered a firm called “Enterprise Inc.”. They had the name and ideas, but only when Taehyung and Hoseok appeared that their machine began working.

Independent movies were becoming a trend, so their company grew and more people got hired to different task. Jimin, Jungkook, Emerson, Jade, Taylor, Shmaillah, Zariah and Robin were now part of their big family. They treated each other like relatives.

However, since not everything happened smoothly, Namjoon also had his flaws. Unfortunately, his passion and volatility affected financially their business and finances. Kim Namjoon loved loving, but his kind of love changes fast and finishing a relationship always turned him into a grumpy man.

His longest relationship lasted 1 year and a half, with an author and professor of Creative Writing at London Institute of Art, Barbara. Unfortunately, their break up made Namjoon extra unbearable, to a point where the actors hired would quit and the filming had to be stopped. His mood swings almost led Enterprise to declare bankrupt.

Of course Yoongi dated, actually he's been officially living with Emerson for over five months, but his personal life never affected the professional. Home feuds stayed at home, even because his girlfriend worked as head from the Enterprise's Marketing and Advertising department.

After discussing, they slept for four hours. Yoongi always valued his sleep and would rest whenever (and wherever) possible, but their argue made the atmosphere inside the room unbearable. Namjoon couldn't sleep as well, he knew Min was right, but and if he allowed himself getting closer to Nya, then doubtlessly at some point would end up falling for her. Namjoon was an assumed romantic mushy, but with a volatile heart.

They went to the buffet, dragging a sleepy Jungkook and an awaken Hoseok jogging, dancing, humming and texting his boyfriend, also animated and sending copious audios thrilled with the last night events. Even though it was already noon, people having breakfast could be seen all around.

— I can see a whole bunch of people with last night’s makeup smudged. Walk of shame, guys. - Jungkook murmured after drinking a whole mug of coffee.

— You walked in the hotel with someone else’s skirt, smudged makeup and cummed pants in a brown paper bag. Walk of shame, bro. - Yoongi grinned and stared at Jungkook.

— Last night was nuts, wasn’t it? - The younger one asked, sipping from his second mug. - We started in a bar and end up in a Ball. What the fuck, I love my life.

— Yeah. Crazy night. - Namjoon disassembled himself from the conversation with a sweep of hand.

Jungkook could feel the tension around. Namjoon and Yoongi were clearly pissed at each other, and it was palpable around. The air was borderline toxic with so much electricity. However, Jeon could rightfully guess why. In his time working for Enterprise Inc., that same negative energy surrounded them plenty of times before. Currently, everyone knew their financial situation, since two actors decided to leave the project in order to get away from Namjoon and his bad temper, and one actress who broke contract after being casted to a bigger production.

Min Yoongi and Kim Namjoon were great egos and minds. Working together represented war and success. They bickered, yet found ways to reconcile and respect each other’s differences, at least during toil days of finishing every detail, since both were also meticulous with lighting, angles, planning thoroughly even colours and shades. In fact, Jungkook graduated in cinema, but most of his practical knowledge was obtained by watching his bosses.

For a matter of fact, Jungkook could have chosen to remain in Korea and work with K-Dramas, movies or even MVs. Their cinematography industry was in constant growth, Jeon would never actually be unemployed, mainly with his fame as an idol. Even though his payment wasn’t the highest one, residing in London wasn’t impossible or uncomfortable, he could be classified as a wealthy lad, since the fame acquired during his boygroup years still paid him for image copyright licensing.

Jungkook was so famous in Korea, that every film produced by Enterprise Inc. sold like water on desert. Their film grossing came 6% from Seoul only. His stardom reached such a level that Jeon Seagull was mentioned beside great names like BIGBANG and Super Junior.  

When Jungkook became 25 years old, his biggest fan club in England during a whole month sent 25 roses to the Enterprise Inc. building daily.

Although, even with fame and constant proofs of how influential he still was, Jungkook felt good by being treated like a younger brother. No one gave him a special treatment or rolled out a red carpet whenever he walked around. Once, after having a small party at Yoongi’s place, he vented with his hyungs about fame and all, Min Yoongi stared at him blankly and said placid:

— I couldn’t care less about your idol life and shit. For me, you are Jeon Jungkook and works with film editing, you can even sing whilst doing your job, but it will never earn you a golden star.

It worried him watching his hyungs and main inspirations brawling, probably over Namjoon’s love interest in Nya and how it would affect his work. Also, Jungkook knew about money problems and thought about offering some cash to help and stabilize their finances, however everyone knew Yoongi would rather sell a kidney before accepting any loan.

— NOO!! - Hoseok yelled and punched the table, cell phone still on his other hand and eyes furiously staring at the screen. That unexpected behavior startled everyone.

— What happened? Did someone die? - Namjoon questioned, genuinely worried.

— No! But someone is about to! Taehyung finished watching The Umbrella Academy without me! I'm going to kill my boyfriend! - Hoseok declared and began typing furiously.

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Nya felt an apprehension in the air, like something was off. Namjoon and Yoongi barely looked at each other, definitely not a subtle change from their past behavior. It could be only a hangover, or not. Well, she wasn’t in such position to question them.

Whilst Namjoon and Yoongi were silent, Hoseok and Jungkook were jamming to whatever played on the radio, creating choreographies out of blue and pulling the grumpy men. Maybe in a common day things were like that, very balanced: two neutrons and two protons.

Their last demand was going to thrift shops, and places selling wigs. Their desire was an order, so Nya chose “Opportunity Village Thrift Store” and Honey’s favourite place to buy wigs.

The ride to Opportunity Village seemed to last forever. Namjoon wanted to talk and have fun along with Nya, Hoseok and Jungkook, but Yoongi could consider it flirting and throw a homeric tantrum. Oh, he would die out of embarrassment.

Arriving was a relief. Yoongi stretched his legs and stared at Jeon. Before leaving the hotel, they decided that having Yoongi always sitting on Hoseok’s lap wasn’t fair, so using their best tool of democracy (a.k.a rock, scissor, paper) the last ones would play to decide who would flump and who would be flumped. In conclusion, maintaining a Jungkook steady during a car ride isn’t comfortable.

Opportunity Village Thrift Store looked huge. Garment tracks, clothing rails, huge baskets and hampers with colourful fabrics and shoes. It felt like a paradise and a warzone. Namjoon seriously considered the idea of diving in one of them, only to test how it feels like, but kept a composed behavior.

Nya got in and pulled a huge pink coat from one of the baskets, throwing it in Yoongi’s direction, whose first reflex was to deviate, watching the fabric becoming a puddle on his feet. He picked it up and dressed. Understanding it as an ice-breaker, everyone else decided to have their fun exploring what the store had to offer.

— I’m gonna pop some tags. Only got 20 dollars in my pocket. - Hoseok began singing happily, getting out from the fitting room with a huge ass fur coat covering down his knees, pink glasses and platform shoes.

Jungkook was with his body halfway in one of the baskets, but after listening the fitting room’s door opening, he stood up using a baseball cap, a t-shirt made of black tulle with Xs covering the nipples. Hoseok never behaved discreetly, but seeing him all dressed up and singing Macklemore, it made Jeon cackle and sit on the ground.

— You look like an asian version of Elton John on a budget! - Jungkook managed to utter between guffaws.

Before Jungkook died out of laughter, Namjoon showed up with a brown ushanka covering his lilac hair, white jacket with voluptuous shoulder pads and a brown clutch. Jung was about to pronounce something, when Kim opened a huge and glittery fan that was hidden inside the jacket’s pocket.

— You look like a cheap version of Adam Lambert, Jeon. - Namjoon sounded serious, but a quirk dimpley smile took over his features.

Everyone laughed and looked around for Nya, since Yoongi was anything but undercover with his bright pink coat, sitting on one wooden bench close to the fitting rooms, he typed something on the cellphone, a deadly serious face, not even paying attention to all foolery.

The woman emerged from the third and last fitting room. She was using a dress made of golden sequins, her cleavage in evidence and left leg standing out of a opening. Namjoon, Jungkook and Hoseok shut up and stared at her in awe.

— Can someone please make a joke so I will feel less embarrassed? - She muttered, cheeks getting warmer and redder with their eyes laying on her stunning figure.

— Nya, Big Bird from Sesame Street called. - Yoongi pronounced without looking at her, still typing and unfazed. - He wants his drag queen dress back.

They got back to laugh until tears were streaming down their faces, even Yoongi giggled a little. Everyone went back inside a fitting room, dressing back their own clothes and going out, looking for more funny outfits.

…

Namjoon and Nya would never understand or feel able to explain how, but somewhere between laughing at a pair of ugly ass shoes and grabbing more stuff to try on, they found themselves making out inside one fitting room. Sitting on the ground, her legs straddling him and his hands cupping her ass, their mouths connected and only separated looking for air (or taking turns in kissing necks), lips moving in sync and desperately grinding against each other.

After a few minutes swirling tongues and trading saliva, they stopped gasping for air, foreheads touching and now fingers intertwined, laying on Namjoon’s lap. Nya smiled and gave him a quick peck, without saying a word. They agreed in making out without pronouncing syllables, got there and began smooching, not a single sound needed.

Namjoon moved his hands and posed them on her waist, smiling whilst staring and decorating every feature from Nya’s attractive face. The dimples, oh those dimples, she held his face and began kissing those goddamn cute details. Namjoon moved his face a bit, getting back to peck her lips passionately.

— I don’t want to leave this fitting room ever again. - Namjoon whispered watching Nya hop off his lap and sit beside him, laying her head on his shoulder, a long arm enveloping around hers.

— If we are going to do something else, then we gotta leave. - Nya murmured and caressed his clothed knee, making small heart shapes there.

— I like the way you think. - His free hand lifted her chin leaning a little to kiss there again.

Before they could even think about continuing the make out session, a loud knock on the door was heard, startling them. Namjoon froze on his spot when a deep voice was heard, most specifically Yoongi’s voice.

— Kim Namjoon, why is Nya inside a fucking stall with you? - He sounded pissed off and it scared even the woman.

— W-who told something about Nya being here? - Namjoon questioned, trying to keep his cool.

— Who told me? A blue bird appeared to tell me. - His sarcasm sharp and killer like a knife, as always. - I COULD HEAR SOMEONE WHIMPERING FROM THE FRONT DOOR! AND IT WAS YOUR WHIMPERINGS!

Looking around, Namjoon tried to find another exit other than the door, in vain of course. Nya noticed Yoongi’s frown when he saw they kissing the day before, but would never imagine how against making out with her. By the way, why did Min even cared about it? Well, she didn’t understand, but Kim’s reaction surprised her: Glancing around desperately, fidgeting and anxious.

Did Yoongi carry a gun with him after all?

— Namjoon, you know I wouldn’t care about your romantic life, if you were capable of dicking down someone without falling in love and ruining our business! - Yoongi scolded profusely, words spitted like fire. The small man had flames inside his belly, always keen to burn whoever dared to cross his path and stumble. When their partnership became real and moneymaking, Namjoon’s creativity and intellect lost ground to Yoongi’s audacity, geniality and incredible honesty. Everyone in a meeting could witness how Min grows talking about money, market and tactics on getting attention, the same way Kim shrinks. 148 IQ points, tall and intimidating, but the business head looked like a human Hamtaro.

Indeed, Namjoon felt rickety closer to Yoongi. Who wouldn’t? Although their partnership equally shared in 50% of profit between them, who always controlled their accounts and hired people was Yoongi. Kim Namjoon was creative and smart, but Min Yoongi was ferocious, visionary, not afraid of facing bigger companies and calling attention to their work. Success depends on many more aspects than a well produced movie, knowing how to speak with business man, sell their product and spread their name. The universe knows Enterprise Inc., Mr. Spock always the mind, Captain Kirk their face and voice.

Namjoon wholeheartedly respected Yoongi, which was a mutual feeling.

It’s not like Yoongi was perfect and never made mistakes during their ten years career, running a filming company and producing polemical content.

Seven years ago, Min Yoongi dived from head to toe in a project about korean idols selling girls around the world, promoting prostitution and drug dealing. The movie was a mixture of documentary and fiction. Purposely or not, apparently the villain portrayed resembled a lot a certain manager from some big entertainment company and they were sued. Back in then, drowning in debts, Namjoon sat down and studied similar cases, learning with someone else’s past equivocation, he based their marketing on that judicial situation.

In the same way his sharp tongue and bold behavior made them big, Yoongi also caused a lot of trouble by saying something offensive. Once, Min Yoongi argued with a group of australian entrepreneurs, owners from a huge farm with mines around, a collaboration organised with Seokjin’s help was being discussed. Maybe joking about their political bias wasn’t the best choice of icebreaker, ‘cuz when they found themselves, Mr.Smith was red in anger and punching the table stopping himself from whacking Yoongi’s face.

However, Yoongi was right, Namjoon falls in love way too easily. Perhaps it was loneliness, or his massive levels of empathy. Fearing the loss of his company, Min Yoongi felt the grip and patience held along their trip fly away in the moment Jungkook and Hoseok appeared, but Kim and Nya were nowhere to be seen. Whimperings inside one stall, it was the last straw.

Nya and Namjoon got out the fitting room, red as beets. Yoongi had a hand covering his face, pissed off and trying to control his voice volume, not wanting to cause a stir.

— Why do you care? What happened of so serious? - Nya raised one eyebrow, still confused about Yoongi’s reaction about them making out. He would be sane to complain about public display of affection, but not the whole idea of someone kissing another human being.

— Namjoon is a workaholic, but also has a huge problem with loneliness. -  Yoongi slid the hand down his face and stared at her, dead opaque eyes. - Every single time he gets attached to someone and breaks up, who deals with his tantrums and childish behavior, grumpy face and irascible humour, believe me, wouldn’t be you, it would be me, our hired actors, and of course our ring of friends. He gets unbearable.

— But we are not dating or in love, if anything ever happened, it wouldn’t leave Vegas. You are overreacting. - She was clearly embarrassed with the whole situation, when did she expressed any feeling of passion? Nya flirted with Namjoon and mentioned sex, but never said anything about dating, falling in love, or whatever.

— Yoongi, you are being irrational. I’m not in love, we are just young, horny and getting along. What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. - Namjoon backed up Nya, pissing the hell off of Min, who took a long and deep breathe.

— Exactly! What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas, but you know who else will be staying in Vegas? Us. We’re coming back in a month and if you dick her down now, you will probably want to get another dose after. I want you fully focused on working in ‘Fierce’, not splitting your thoughts between tortuous falling in love and doing your job properly. - The shorter man spat, again fire coming off his mouth.

— I’m focused! I’m having fun, but also analyzing every place we’ve been to!

— Oh, you are focused, right? Focused like a fucking cannon under a drunk man’s watch! - Min Yoongi snapped, if he ever worried about not causing a stir, then it disappeared like Namjoon’s rationality. - Do you know what I was doing whilst everyone tried on clothes? I was trying to resolve some of our location renting problems and checking how the filming for our other projects are going. - He got closer to Kim, poking one of his long fingers against the taller one chest. - By the way, did you make any contact with Enterprise every since we landed in Vegas? Did you check your phone? Did you worry about anything other than inserting your dick in somewhere or someone?

— No, but… - Namjoon suddenly felt small and shrinking more and more.

— That’s what I thought! Your whole focused ass is whipped and willing to lose everything we fought for, all for one night stand with some random one!

— Shut up! - Nya yelled, flustered and vexed, stepping closer to Yoongi. - Don’t you dare referring to me as if I’m not here. Don’t you ever treat me like someone random, trivial. I’m not a random someone, I’m the one guiding you around Las Vegas for free. It may not be something as big as filming a movie, but it’s also helpful. - She poked Yoongi’s chest, he gave one step back, their discussion drawing attention from people looking around, Hoseok and Jungkook showed up. - Your posh ass can be rich, or the owner from a company, but don’t you dare talking about me like a brainless person, someone incapable of fucking with someone without growing fond of that person! Your friend can be sappy and weak minded, but I am not. You don’t know me, Min Yoongi.

— We better leave before anything else is said, right Joon? - Jungkook asked, pulling Yoongi by one arm in the door’s direction.

— Yes, please, I don’t think I can keep on guiding you guys, I would say I’m sorry, but it is not true at all. - Nya seemed gloomy, but also frustrated. They were discussing sexism and pre-concepts in a movie, but Yoongi’s opinion about her seemed far from awaken. Maybe it was more about Namjoon and his past relationships, but why couldn’t Min consider her vision? A relationship necessarily has to have two sides, and both agreeing with their terms. Even if Kim fell in love, nothing would ever happen again if Nya did not fancy it.

Women do have voices and their standpoint should be taken seriously.

Maybe Yoongi wanted to protect both parts from heartbreak or unhealthy obsession, but what a problematic way of showing his worries. Why couldn’t he just ask for Nya’s opinion? It’s not fair or right.

Nya watched them leaving, Yoongi frowning and Namjoon in shock, both being dragged down by Hoseok and Jungkook. Everyone inside the thrift shop staring at them, dividing their glances between Nya and the group.

- x - x - x - x -

Whilst packing their bags again, Yoongi checked his pocket list of goals for the travel. He concluded that everything needed was basically sorted, places chosen and their owners actually liked them, which would make it easier to bargain better renting prices. Their casting situation and debt with Nya could be solved within days and a few phone calls, since while Namjoon was flirting, Jungkook and Hoseok were doing some bullshitery, Min gave his cellphone number to a no number of people.

Staring at Namjoon and his gloomy eyes felt heartbreaking, but Yoongi knew that it was the right thing to be done. Kim needed to keep his head on the game. They only had one chance, and oh boy, Min Yoongi would hold it with claws and teeth.

Nya was a bewildering creature and, after filming everything, Yoongi would totally invite her to their premiere, however in order to actually having a Premiere, they first had to rent places, cast people, transport their shit, direct, film, edit, and first of all, not declare bankruptcy. Namjoon should’ve know better, acting like a horny teenager would be the death of them.

The lilac-haired man wished things could be different, but Yoongi was correct and sane: Kim Namjoon would never know how to balance a relationship with work, at least not without slipping at some point and getting hurt.

Namjoon was aware of his workaholic condition. All of his relationships got to dramatic endings after spending hours in a row inside his office, studio or even at home, but with a notebook almost morphing into his lap. Every single one of his past girlfriends were very understanding, and accepted that working represented over 80% of his life, routine and thoughts, but being pushed into the background felt tiring. Namjoon hurted himself so many times with that and promised to change, which never happened.

Let’s face it, his fate had nothing to do with a successful love life.

Truth be told, but never convinced. Namjoon thanked mentally Yoongi, he saved Nya from a very frustrating life beside him.

Hoseok and Jungkook didn’t dare to say a word from hotel to airport. No one felt the need. Silence seemed adequate and anything else would only trigger into bickerings. There was no energy or disposition to raise voices and argue.

Silence and rain, those words defined their travel back to England.

- x - x - x - x -

— Zariah finished the filming of “Beast”. She sent the files to Jimin and Jungkook, but I think they will need my help, since Jeon is stuck with all those sequential cuts Yoongi made during “Je M’appelle Carinè”, and Park is simultaneously working on the sound effects for our first animated short-film “Poundcake”, and in… Oh Jimin is recording the soundtrack to “Fierce”? I’m proud of him. - Taylor, a short, chubby young lady, with short brown hair and sparkling eyes, was standing in front of Namjoon’s office table, staring at her iPad and checking every information, whilst he stared blankly outside the window. - Should I keep on working as your secretary? Or can I help Kook and Chim Chim on editing “Beast”?

— What? What did you just say? - Namjoon looked at her, blinking fast and slowly getting back to reality. - Sorry, Tay. I lost myself in my mind again. It’s been happening more often than I would like to assume.

— That’s alright. - She pulled a chair and sat in front of him, placing the iPad on her lap. - What’s bugging you, Joon?

Namjoon gazed again outside, eyes oscillating between shining and getting opaque again. Where should he even begin with? His mind was hopping from thought to thought, concern to concern, and somehow, even filled with preoccupations, Nya always danced between daydreams and awaken nightmares. Despite trying his best to forget and move on, the lady with a contagious smile, beautiful eyes and the smoothest skin ever seen found her way back to divagations.

Enterprise Inc. wasn’t placed in a huge building, actually, they placed had to place a billboard outside to indicate where the firm resided. An ancient building about to be demolished, that’s why Namjoon and Yoongi could bid a whole four floor building for such a bargain. With its structure, the duo fixed some details and reformed every flat, turning into different studios. Every deck had a specific department: first video editing and animation (recently inaugurated by Taehyung and Hoseok after finishing their online animating course), second reserved to audio (both recording and editing, Yoongi built his office there) and characterization accessories, third filming studios, last everything related to managing (marketing, advertisement, Human Resources, Management, and of course, Namjoon’s office). No one would ever imagine how proud Kim and Min were of their achievements, every award and nomination resulted in motivation. They were succeeding, from the bottom and going higher.

Imagining himself waking up and heading to somewhere else, other than the building made of red bricks and black doors, that thought scared the shit out of Namjoon. He would never cooperate or live happily after declaring bankrupt and having to shut down his business, at least not after conquering so many prizes, awards, incredible movies under his name. No, closing doors would never be an option.

— Taylor, I know everyone is aware of how ramshackle is our financial situation. Those projects, “Beast”, “Je M’Appelle Carinè”, “Poundcake” and “Fierce”, are our last string of hope. That’s why we are rushing to finish and release them. - Taylor nodded, in fact, everytime Namjoon and Yoongi argued behind closed doors, rumours around the office were spread. - Specially “Fierce”, we are investing every dime left in that. It’s probably our most expensive and laborious movie, but we count on it to keep us working for a few more months. Two weeks ago me, Yoongi, Hoseok and Jungkook went to Las Vegas and rented places to film, but something happened there.”

“See, our guide, Nya, is the most dazzling creature alive. Not a single soul ever made me feel so impressed in my whole life, yet I can’t get attached to her. Not before finishing the filmings for “Fierce”, it would make me lose focus and possibly fuck everything up. It’s not my intention, but I can’t get her out of my head. Whenever I stop and think, she is there, dancing through my worries and thoughts.”

— Joon, why can’t you talk to her? - Taylor pushed her glasses down the nose bridge and raised one eyebrow. - It seems like by avoiding Nya, you are focusing in nothing else but her. Maybe this time your romantic curse was casted differently. You are not dating her, perhaps the vicious cycle is broken. Also, being unable to think about anything else won’t help you directing.

— I don’t know… - Namjoon pouted and laid his head against the wooden table, leaning the forehead there.

— When the filming to “Fierce” will begin?

— In two weeks. - Namjoon mumbled without raising his head, but now facing his brown walls. - We casted some american actors and actresses, our luggage is being packed, Yoongi made deals with every place to film, rented a house for the crew and us.

— You have two weeks to decide whether you want to invest in something with Nya, or not. It’s up to you. - Taylor made a flourishing movement with one of her hands, whilst standing up and staring again at the iPad. - Now about the “Beast” video editing...

— Go help Jimin and Jungkook. - Namjoon dismissed her and got back to his thoughts.

- x - x - x - x -

— Namjoon, you know I hate to accept when I’m wrong, huh? - Yoongi had an U shaped pillow around his neck, resting peacefully on a comfortable seat, whilst Kim typed on the notebook, adding some reminders on the script to himself. - But I think you should call Nya and ask her out.

— What? Why? - Namjoon turned his head and stared at Yoongi's unfazed face.

— You never had to take notes on scripts in order to work right. You are way a fucking genius, with 148 IQ points, had written masterpieces and composed glorious songs. - Min said without looking at his friend, but placing a hand on his knee. - In the past month you barely talked during reunions, you've been unfocused and divagating, also I spoke to Emerson, and she mentioned a certain talk you had with Taylor. Man, you need Nya and it's insane. You spent less than 24 hours by her side and now living without talking to her seems like a punishment. I don't understand how and why, but if contacting her during our permanence in Vegas will cheer you up, then I'm 100% supporting you. We need our leader, our main director.

Namjoon got back to typing without delivering a single sentence, Min’s hand still on his knee. Suddenly the space between their seats felt tinier, they were way too close and He needed to absorb Yoongi’s new position on Nya’s awe. Indeed, having his approval on looking for her was amazing, but how? During their trip to Las Vegas Min Yoongi said harsh things, leaving right after. Upon weeks of silence, even having Nya’s phone number saved, Namjoon never made effort to apologize, keep in touch or whatever. He respected Yoongi’s opinion, but his spitted phrases and dark tone made both parts highly uncomfortable.

He wanted and decided that looking for Nya was part of his plans whilst filming in Las Vegas, but embarrassment spoke louder and clearer. Namjoon wanted, but had no balls to accomplish it. At least not after remaining mute whilst Yoongi spat mean words at her, he could’ve defended their situation, stand up and put Min on his place. Well, what happened was far from ideal.

All Namjoon could think about, even before hearing Yoongi’s concerned and caring words about his mental state, was Nya, and what were the chances of her accepting to go on a date with him. Namjoon despised the idea of Nya evicting him.

Unlike Yoongi thought, Namjoon wasn’t in love before. It took him an array of nights stalking Nya’s Facebook page, checking her Instagram and reading how passionate her friends seemed to feel. Now, he felt obsessed and slightly uncomfortable with the idea of being dumped.

Nonetheless, Namjoon decided to pull himself together, grow a pair of balls and try. ‘No’ is a possibility, risking won’t harm.

Trying to gather some courage, the lilac haired man opened a new Word file and named “Captain’s Log”, getting in full Star Trek mode, he was Captain Kirk afterall.

“Captain’s log. Stardate -303753.640. We are arriving in the dusty and hot atmosphere of Las Vegas, a city located in the middle of Nevada, a state from United States of America, North America, one of the seven continents from planet Earth. My Vulcan friend, Mr.Yoongi, possessor of a great logical intellect is encouraging me to look for a human partner in our new location, specifically someone already acknowledged by Enterprise as homo sapien sapien, formed by carbon and XX chromosomes, turning it into a fascinating woman named Nya by her genitors. After our last expedition through Las Vegas, the relationship development between Enterprise’s Captain, yours truly, and terrestrial local resident Nya were harmed by Mr.Yoongi’s behavior towards her. Nevertheless, I’m willing to change our perspectives and get another chance.”

- x - x - x - x -

Saturday. A boring afternoon ghosting over Nya’s body, sitting on her couch along with Alexa. They were watching something about wildlife in Taiwan forests on National Geographics, a bowl with caramel popcorn between them and cups of mint tea. The curly-haired woman stared around her living room, noticing how the yellowish painting was peeling and slowly showing stripes of the white paint under it. Basically, her walls looked like an albino zebra. The purple sofa comfortable and everything else seemed pretty fitting, not needing to be replaced or moved. Oh, she was proud about her good taste in decoration.

Boredom hit Alexa like a truck and a deep grunt left her throat, almost scratching its way out. She grabbed the remote control and began zapping through channels, looking for something more interesting than animals mating or bullying each other.

— We should go out. You look like a mushy potato in that set of sweats. Is it yellow because you’ve been copiously using that for the past four weekends, or is it the original colour? - Alexa snorted, trying to combat boredom with jokes. - Honestly Nya, what the fuck happened? You explained something about Korean entrepreneurs, but as far as I know you’re not eager in investing on stock market, so I don’t know why their business would affect you. Did you get involved with one of them?

— No shit, Sherlock. - Nya mumbled and took a sip from her tea, trying to gather some words without sounding grumpy. - I have nothing to do with their business, but see, they hired me to guide them through Las Vegas. I’ve done that once before for one of their friends, the Seokjin guy I told you. Remember?

— Seokjin? The cocky and rich film producer? I remember him, he was funny and immensely confident, literally, I’ve never seen someone so sure about his looks. - Alexa kept her glance on the television. - Big dick energy at its finest.

— Yeah, him. - Nya avoided talking about Namjoon and cia, but now, completely alone with her best friend, it seemed like a good moment to vent. - One of the film producers I accepted to guide, he was funny, interesting, smart and a very good kisser, although, apparently someone deeply confusing. Like, I felt interest on him, but never said shit about being in love, unlikely what Yoongi understood and took as the gospel truth, his friend could cherish me with a thousand roses, but I would never date him and then break up, even because it takes more than 24 hours wandering around sin city and a good fuck for me to enamor someone.

“I don’t know how are the girls they know and usually go out with, but I’m not innocent. We don’t live in a book from Jane Austen. They claim to be so woke and liberal, discussing pre-concepts, sexism and homophobia on their scripts, but behaving and thinking like Mr.Darcy. Did they ever consider a scenario where women have voices and opinions? A scenario where I can easily say no and continue my life? See, I’m not hurt because I’m fancying Namjoon, but because from the moment they introduced themselves and their ideas, they seemed like progressivists, looking for equality, open-minded guys, willing to fight our biased society with their movies. However, Yoongi insinuating that Namjoon and I would ever date or engage in a long-lasting romantic relationship, without even considering my perception on it all, the possibility of the woman only looking for a good fuck. He literally throw a tantrum in a thrift shop about it, calling me some random one. The delusion hurt me.”

— Uh girl, I’m sorry about it. That Yoongi guy really assumed some fucked up things about you. - Alexa turned to stare at her friend, who didn’t spare a look from the television, even though she wasn’t actually watching it, only avoiding eye contact. - But you went through several deceptions along life, why is that different? What happened lately that you remain thinking about them? Or him?

Nya got tired of staring at nothing and met Alexa’s brown eyes, thick and beautiful eyebrows. She took her cell phone and found the long text Namjoon sent a few hours before, throwing it to the friend, keen to understand everything surrounding her grumpy aspect.

“Kim Namjoon [03/31/2019, 8h34min]: Hey Nya.

Sorry taking so long to contact you. I couldn’t find words apologizing my behavior four weeks ago. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can say now. I could’ve defended you, Yoongi acted like a jerk and said some hurtful things, which I don’t agree 100% with. I wasn’t in love back in then, but I understand his side from this story. Yoongi is worried about our finances, which I was the responsible for fucking up. Let me explain it all, expose the situation we unintentionally inserted you in.

A few months ago I broke up with an incredible woman who taught me a lot, but also couldn’t bear my working schedule and how I always set her aside. The career I built along with Yoongi always goes first, it’s my main priority, and I never learned how to balance ‘working Namjoon’ with ‘dating Namjoon’. The result of that break up was a moody me, who brought hell to surface and made two of our casted actors quit, they couldn’t deal with my humour (beside one who quit after receiving a better role somewhere else). It really cost us way too much, since they received for working day and we couldn’t ask their payment back. Also, when the infamous movie was released, the numbers were low and barely covered our bills and paychecks, media and critics criticized it harshly.

However, what happened is a vicious cycle which I’m stuck in. It’s one of the certainties from life: death, the ones most adaptable to change will survive and that I’m fucking up a relationship and then ruining a movie. Yoongi always found a way to contort it and put us back, saving our finances, but this time the loss was gigantic. Our company is solely relying on the success of ‘Fierce’, and a few other projects we will be releasing.

I’m not trying to find excuses for everything Yoongi spat to your face, he was rude and unnecessarily loud, but I’m begging you to consider his side as well. We are not up to losing our company, it’s our deepest fear. Min Yoongi and his stone cold heart is trying his hardest to get our butt off bankruptcy. I guess inside his head, he is willing to drag me away from anything considered as a distraction.

Now, enough of Yoongi and our financial trouble. Let's talk about feelings.

Yeah, I'm a lonely man and tend to get attached pretty easily. However, I wasn't in love with you. Nya, you seemed like someone really interesting and attractive, I'd rather chew my feet off than leave Las Vegas without kissing you. You are smart, independent, proactive, empathetic and friendly. Within hours being guided by you through Vegas, we saw how passionate you are about people you grew surrounded by, how you care deeply about them all and are willing to give up on money in order to help them.

By the way, our deal is still up and we casted your friends (Carol even gained a solo scene where she dances and Sasha got lines). Hopefully they already told you, but if they didn't and you are suspicious of my word, get in touch with everyone you introduced to us.

Continuing…

I wasn't in love with your back in then, but after two weeks thinking about it all and checking your social media (sorry about it :S), I grew fond of you. Everyone seems to love you so much and your heart is so big, couldn't help and now I, Kim Namjoon, am fancying you as well.

I'm not hoping to gain your mercy, but am willing to try and get your sympathy back. Would you go out with me sometime? Not in a romantic way, if you don't feel comfortable.

Again, I'm sorry about how it all began and hope we can fix it.

I'll be staying in Vegas for a while.

Thank you. Bye :) “

— First of all. Did he deadass structured the text like an e-mail? - Alexa looked up from the cellphone in time to see Nya grinning. - You are considering the idea of accepting his invitation? Girl, I ain't gonna tell you what to do, but that Namjoon doesn't seen to be a jerk, he could've just gave up, but he insisted and apologized. Did he actually casted everyone you asked to?

— Yes. Two weeks ago I received a text from Carol and Sasha, they thanked me and all. Tio Diego is also renting his bar for their movie. They also chose Paris as the main filming place, casting Honey too. - Nya felt divided, hoping on Alexa's opinion to define what should be done. - I'm still a bit hurt for what happened, but they proved their integrity by casting and renting everything and everyone I suggested. Namjoon apologized, gave me Yoongi's point of view and invited me to a date, giving me the option of saying no or defining if it's romantic or not.

— Nya, I don't see a plausible reason why you would say no. - Alexa’s hand snaked between them and landed on the other woman thigh. - You are only trying to find excuses because you are stubborn. If you want to, then go, get dicked down and you don't necessarily have to head back to him ever again. Even though he assuredly grew fond of you, it doesn't mean you obligatory have to engage in an actual relationship.

Nya huffed and slapped Alexa’s hand off her thigh. She hated when the girl with wavy black hair was right, and unfortunately Alexa seemed to never be wrong.

- x - x - x - x -

The night sky was clear and the air cool, wind making leaves from trees huff against each other and a chill run through everyone's spine. However, Namjoon felt sweat bidding down his forehead, anxiously shifting from one foot to another and resisting the urge to bite his nails.

The lilac-haired man was standing alone in front of Devito’s, same dining Nya took them the first night. His white t-shirt covered by a thin plaid shirt, jeans and white Converse, outfit plained specifically to seen laidback, since Nya chose the place and said it wasn't a fancy date. She was a ten minutes late and Kim had this crazy thought culminating in his mind, where she probably gave up and would call at any moment to dump him.

With 15 minutes of delay, Nya showed up dressed casually with a black Iron Maiden t-shirt, brown corduroy coat, skinny jeans and Vans. Her curly hair free and adorning the whole picture, no makeup, except for a cherry coloured lipstick. Flawless, Namjoon felt like his legs were made out of jelly and would collapse. His guts contracted in the same moment butterflies attacked his stomach. His mind hazing and suddenly his vocabulary vanished, being resumed by the extensive plethora of words pronounced by someone 2 years old, basically “bluh”.

The first half hour from their date felt weird. No one knew what to say, so small talk almost defeated them, but Namjoon decided to insist. Between eating burgers for dinner and dying out of embarrassment from going out in such situation, Kim decided to thank Nya.

His grateful words somehow touched Nya's heart. He sounded so sincere and whipped by her presence, that keeping the attitude of someone offended seemed pointless. Alexa was right, Namjoon liked Nya.

Goddamnit, Alexa.

Like a chain of gratitude, Nya thanked Namjoon for remaining faithful to his promise of casting her friends. He blushed and sipped on his fizzy cherry drink, grinning slightly, dimples marking their presence and reminding the woman why she thought Kim Namjoon was such a heartthrob beforehand.

Those dimples. Goddamnit, dimples. How can you be mad at someone desperately fluff with such a cute face? Nya wanted to stay loyal to her belief and hard feelings, but Namjoon's polite behavior, lovely face and insistence made it specially complicate.

Goddamnit, Namjoon.

Their body language clearly showed how the unsolved business led to a huge amount of sexual tension, Nya could bear it masterly though. Talking about everything and nothing at all, that's how Namjoon decided to speak his mind. What's the point of sitting and awkwardly pretend there is not an elephant in the room? Well, let's excuse it and set the pachyderm free then.

— Nya, I don't know if you are ever going to forgive me for not standing up for you, or whatever… - Namjoon's hand slipped swiftly closer to Nya's, touching her pinky but not holding it, avoiding more of an intimate contact.

— It's not that you didn't stood up or defended me, see there is so much more. Did you guys ever consider the idea that, I don't know, I could easily not want something serious with you? - She allowed his pinky to snake from her side and lightly take a hold of it. - I'm not mainly mad at you, disappointed with both Yoongi and you, though. For guys claiming to be so open-minded, then why is it so hard to assume I don't want a relationship? That I'm glad having something unofficial and leaving? Fuck, you make it so hard to believe you are an hypocrite.

— I'm not an hypocrite. I do believe in women's sexual freedom and ability to choose partners without necessity of commitment. I'm shitty at not getting attached, it doesn't mean that everyone else is also suckers for love. - His gaze was no longer on her eyes, but staring down to his own lap. - Indeed, we discussed my side, claiming I’d fall for you and ruin our project, but never considered your opinion, the possibility of you wanting nothing related to me. We behaved in such a sexist way, I’m profoundly sorry.

Their order arrived, someone almost spinning on her calves. Burgers and fries, so much cheese melting down the seeded bread. What a vision. If the conversation wasn’t in such an uncomfortable place, Namjoon would probably declare his passion for the juicy and greasy food in front of them.

The chit-chatting kept its slow pace. If National Geographics decided to make a parallel between their behavior and animals socializing, then they were trying to mingle, like Taiwan birds, Nya and Namjoon were singing in order to attract each other, hoping to link and connect. They got along once, why was it so hard to do it again? What wasn’t being said? Who was holding the cat inside the bag?

— I think I’m fancying you. - Namjoon finally took the cat out of the bag, or it could be a mice, ‘cause within seconds the elephant sitting on their conversation got up and left. Gone late, pachyderm.

— What? - Nya lifted an eyebrow. - I don’t know why I’m surprised, you said it in the message. Sorry, keep talking.

— When I closed all deals and rented everything we needed for the filming here in Vegas, my friends and my crew was all like ‘Heck yes, Vegas! Strippers, gambling, money, casinos, yaay!’, and even trying my best, the hardest, to focus on working and directing a masterpiece this script deserves to originate, all I could think about was you. - Namjoon decided it would be appropriate to look at Nya, she seemed unfazed, which made him nervous. - Travelling hours in a flying sardine can to see Nya! No one, except for the boys and Jin knew who you are, and kept on questioning me why so much anxiety and excitement over seeing you. And not even I understood. Working and wondering about what you could be doing really messed with my head. Nya, you messed with my head!

— Ok, Namjoon, it’s a lot of information. - She didn’t spare a look, he felt intimidated, but Nya’s behavior never showed any insecurity. - I don’t fancy you, but it doesn’t mean I cannot grow fond of you at any moment. However, in order to see it happening, you’ve got to insist. If you really want to be with me, then you’ll need to stick along, we’ve got to go out more, in different places. We can totally link up and have great sex today, but it won’t guarantee another row. Got it?

Well, Namjoon felt relieved. Nya was far from being mad at him. Oh, he remained willing to go out, as long as she was there.

In the end, if Nya and Namjoon’s story was something elaborated by Jane Austen, then it would be Sense & Sensibility. Nya and her sense changed how Namjoon dealt with his sensibility, breaking a vicious cycle, where engaging in a romantic relationship without previous thinking ruined all logical thoughts and mature behavior.

The end.

[starshua]

l.sm ❥ take my seat

seokmin x reader; 100wtsily

gif; mine

word count; 983

synopsis; you meet seokmin when your train is delayed. based on wtsily prompt number 8, take my seat.

✎ i stared at a blank document for three hours trying to write this i’m screaming. and yes the gif is from the spring day mv

The blaring sound echoing around you signaled the departing train at the edge of the tracks. You rushed to the sliding doors and burst into the crowded train car, shoving people to and fro as you clung to the supporting handles above you. You were beyond late due to your alarm clock neglecting to go off that day, which wouldn’t have been an issue if you didn’t have a train to catch.

You were visiting your hometown for the first time in over a year, your mother’s persistent begging finally cracking you down. If I had missed the train she would’ve killed me, you thought to yourself, relief coursing through your veins as the train finally started moving. Your relaxation was cut short, however, when the mass of people surrounding you moved with the train, essentially squashing you. Grumbling, you slipped between person after person until, finally, you escaped the crowd near the doors and made it into the less crowded aisle between the seats. You stared at the lucky few that had snatched themselves places to sit and sighed.

The rain battered down harshly on the windows as you focused on balancing while avoiding the touch of the irritated woman standing in front of you. She was gesturing wildly as she spoke to a man you assumed she was married to, judging from the ring on his finger and the patient smile on his face as he listened to her rant. As you absently observed their interaction, the train skidded to a halt. Bags went flying across the floor, and you shot forward just as the woman threw her hand back. You yelled out, clutching your nose and clinging to the seat beside you to stay upright. The woman looked back at you and apologized as a voice rang out on the loudspeaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I apologize for the abrupt stop. A tree has fallen onto the tracks due to the storm and is in the process of being removed. Please be patient as it will likely take two more hours.”

You’ve gotta be kidding me, you groaned internally. The woman continued apologizing profusely while her husband handed you a handkerchief and a piece of candy. Smiling politely, you waved away their concern and popped the candy in your mouth, its citrusy flavor distracting you from the dull ache in your nose.

Later, as the sounds of rain mixed with the cacophony of machinery clunking away, you began to doze off. You swayed from side to side, jerking your head up every time it fell. Clearing your throat, you rubbed your eyes and tried your best to stay awake. A sudden tap on your shoulder brought you out of your stupor.

“Hey, you look like you’re going to fall asleep. Take my seat,” a voice said. You looked at the boy sitting next to you curiously. He looked up at you with a kind smile and gestured toward his chair. “I’ve been sitting for a solid hour and a half anyway,” he continued. You returned his smile and shook your head.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that. I can just stand, it really isn’t a big deal,” you said quickly. You didn’t want to rob him of his seat. Despite your words, he stood up and grabbed his bag, moving too swiftly for your tired brain to process. Softly, he ushered you into his seat and grinned. The soft cushion of his chair drew out a relieved sigh from your chest.

“Thank you...uh…?” you started. The boy chuckled a little and rubbed the back of his neck before saying, “Seokmin. Lee Seokmin.”

“Thank you, Seokmin,” you told him, a sleepy smile gracing your features as you gave him your name. He voiced a simple It’s no problem and looked out the window, trying and failing to see the progress they were making on the tree. Noticing his lack of things to do, you decided to strike up a conversation.

“So what brings you out here?” you asked him. He blinked down at you and responded eagerly. “I’m going on a little trip with my friend Soonyoung,” he told you, finishing by pointing at the seat next to you. You turned your head to see a boy around Seokmin’s age with dark hair and an excited grin. He introduced himself to you, and the three of you began speaking of your destination and the plans you had for the next few days.

After an hour or so of chatting, the train burst to life and the voice over the loudspeaker returned, announcing the status of the tree and apologizing for the long wait. Quickly, Soonyoung dashed off to the restroom, telling Seokmin to take his seat for the rest of the train ride. You scooted into Soonyoung’s chair, and Seokmin sat back in his original place, sighing in relief as he finally got to sit down. The two of you talked more for the remaining forty minutes of the train ride, Seokmin inquiring about your stay and your family and your favorite places in town to eat.

With rose dusting his cheeks, Seokmin asked for your phone number, nearly dropping his phone as you laughed softly and asked for his in return. When Soonyoung came back, he denied a place in your conversation, seemingly too eager to talk to someone on his phone. With a sly smile, he sent a message to Jihoon, telling him all about the person Seokmin had met on the train. The poor boy was enraptured by you and the way you spoke, the soft curl of your lip as you smiled at him, the artful curve of your body as you leaned in to hear the words flying from his mouth.

Of course, with a gaze as bright and endearing as Seokmin’s, how could you be feeling anything but the same way for him?

[woozoinks]

I was tagged by @zimooy ! this has take me 23 days to get to. im sorry. Would you rather explore the many planets in the universe or explore the wondrous depths of our oceans? That's a toughy tbh. both would be p cool. but I would probably choose the universe. like that would be so cool???? 10/10 a gt im sure Can you describe your favorite color without saying what it is and its shades? Early November Evening In The Heart Of Seattle Your bias texts you, mistaking your number for one of their friends. Do you talk to them and keep up an act or do you admit the mistake? How do you do it? What happens after? I would probably admit from the get go that he has the wrong number but bc coups is a nice guy and im a nice lady, we'd probably continue talking anyways Describe your favorite feature of one of your best friends without saying what it is. Why? can i say everything?? describe a feature of my best friend without saying what it is?? my goodness what is this?? hagge's class??? okay um. it's like??? yknow when you eat some cookies and you wash it down w milk?? yeah it's like that. or like when you come inside after a really hot day and for a solid 15 minutes you are super sweaty but then by then, the A/C has cooled you down and you feel amazing??? it's like that. or when you you are giving someone a hug and they squeeze you in a loving way???? it's like that. or like when you hear the rain outside and you can't really see it but you kNOW it's raining and everything else is just quiet??? yeah it's like that. or when you are super tired to the point where you can't keep your eyes open so you close your book and turn off your light and finally rest your head on the pillow to sleep??? yeah, it's like that. What super power would you have and how would you use it? Hero or villain? mind reading or shape shifter. I can't decide between the two. probably mind reading tbh??? like that would be so cool. nobody can lie to me bc ik what they're thinking. I always know what's going through a persons mind. it would be so cool and personally v useful. but i don't think I'd be a hero or a villan really?? I'd just be doin it for myself yknow. as for shape shifter, that can just come in handy all the time. running late for work??? shape shift into a frickin cheetah and whabam im there. bih. i can even shape shift into the flash if i wanna. you can't stop me. What are three things included in your ideal type? Why? Would you accept someone without these features? they gotta be like friends man. loyal af. im not here for some hot n cold, two faced shiz. nuh uh. nope. i like someone who actually sHows that they care. someone who genuinely wants to be my pal. someone who is Real. no fakes here. having someone who is funny is kinda nice. but like fr i think everything is funny so that shouldn't be hard. I prefer someone who isn't rude or does a bunch of hardcore drugs n drinks n tries to get me to do it w them bc im not about that. I definitely need someone who i can have personal, deep conversations with. that's a must. i like someone who likes hugs but that isn't like a nEED. i could keep going but those are some of the main stuff. and I'll accept just about everyone. but if you don't meet most of these things, I probably just won't be close to you. Vampires, werewolves, or witches? If you could become one, which would you choose and why? a witch. i mean what's the good in being a vampire??? u gotta drink blood and u cant go out in the sun n stuff. lame. and werewolves??? you literally turn into a wolf whenever there's a full moon. I literally don't see why anyone would want that. so definitely a witch. like casting spells n making potions n stuff??? how cool would that be??? i wAnt. if you released a mini album with 4 songs, what would the song titles be? 1- cherry soda 2- queen 3- teacups & oil 4- rose petal gardens Describe what you feel right now by using a metaphor without including the word to describe how you are feeling. an old man is sitting inside a row boat in the middle of calm waters but below the surface, screams are erupting from the gills of scaled creatures Your bias from one group confesses to you in front of your bias from another group. They quickly confess their love. Who do you choose? they cannot be your ult. bias. *calls mo* listen chani and jinjin,,,, I love you both,,,wow um,,,, * aggressively whispers into the phone speaker* mo i need your help rIGht now Your bias promises to go on a date with you on the condition that you plan it. Plan the entire night (where you go, why, what you eat, what you wear, the other places you go, what you talk about, etc.) alright. here goes nothin. they didn't say wHat bias it had to be so um,,,im doin jae bc nobody can stop me. let me just run you through the date. start to finish. I'll start with outfits bc in this friendship with jae, style is Key. jae would be wearing his hp wire frames and wearing an oversized maroon sweater bc gotta have the Sweater Paws. and let's just say for this time, he had the hair he had in the when you love someone mv bc that's a good. okay honestly. that entire swingset look? the outfit, hair, everything. tHAT is what he's wearing. okay. me?? um. probably wearing some cute black skinny jeans and some classic red converse. and probably an oversized, light grey sweater. we just havin those cute sweater paw vibes yknow bc we like that. imma make this a day long date bc i Can. so after we do our things yknow, we meet up at a cute coffee shop (btw we are in seattle) at like 9am bc we are not wasting the day sleeping. we have a casual, flowy, comfortable morning conversation over warm coffee and soft muffins. then at like 10am, we leave the coffee shop and walk down to a library and grab some poetry books and sit on the comfy library couches and read each other some poems to set the mood for the day. at 11am, we walk to through the streets of seattle, having wonderful conversation, even stopping by the bubble gum wall and leaving our mark there before continuing, maybe once in a while stopping to admire the graffiti or art posters along the way. stopping off at a park or a bench to rest. just having no particular destination and simply enjoying the city as it lightly rains. around 1pm, we stop by a cute, old restaurant that has been around for decades and order the oldest item on the menu. we talk, smile at the old man that started the restaurant and shake his hand before leaving at almost 2pm. then we go to pike place market. we watch them throw the fish, we go into every single shop there is & look around. we don't buy anything but we take a few pictures together with his polaroid camera throughout the day. we spend the rest of the afternoon there bc there is so much to do and so much to look at. we buy some fresh berries and snack on them bc seattle berries are truly devine. we even go to the original starbucks and buy a coffee. we take a polaroid picture of course which i will later tape to the wall next to my bed next to all the other polaroids we've taken throughout our friendship. after spending the afternoon at pike place market, we go to dinner at a cute restaurant across the street that jae swears has the best breadsticks. and he's not wrong. we spend the entirety of the 6pm hour and part of the 7pm hour at this restaurant, talking about some of what we've done today as well as other pointless conversations. as 7:30 creeps up, we step out of the restaurant. the sun has already gone down and all the street lamps and city lights are ablaze. we walk down to the space needle, deciding that it's a good way to end the day. so we pay the ever growing price to go to the top (where most people have already begun to leave). we step out onto the outside of the very top and peer out to look at the city. we walk around it once slowly, taking in every inch of nighttime seattle. we point out what we find astonishing while doing so. once we make a full revolution, we walk to the side that overlooks our favorite view (the side that shows the giant ferris wheel and the ocean) and lean against the railing, just staring out. then we start getting into deep conversations about the universe and other personal topics that only the two of us will ever know. we stay there for a while, eventually just sitting on the floor bc our feet and legs have grown tired. i sit against the wall as he lays on his back, his head resting comfortably on my lap. I play with his hair as we continue you our quiet conversation. we stay like this until everyone else has left and even some of the employees have left. we don't leave until the last employee left says that we have to leave bc they are closing. so we get up and walk hand in hand back inside the elevator and back down to the bottom floor. we step outside and agree that it looks less twinkly on the floor then it did at the top of the space needle. we check the time, seeing that it's past 11pm. so jae, being the good friend he is, walks me to my apartment (although he doesn't live in the same complex, it's only a 10 minute walk away from where he lives). as we walk, we have comfortable conversation about the nighttime. once we reach my building, he walks me up the three flights of stairs and 12 feet down the hallway to my door. I thank him for the day and we give each other a hug. we stay in that position, hugging, for nearly five minutes, not saying a word. the only sound i can hear is his heartbeat. once he pulls away, saying that he will see me soon and he promises to text me when he makes it home safely, we bid our farewells until next time and I go into my apartment, waving one last goodnight wave before closing the door, leaning against it as i listen to his footsteps fade down the hallway. ~the end~ okay honestly that was rEALLY fun and I had a gt doing that. thank you mo for tagging me. honestly. I would tag someone else to do it but LITERALLY the only two people ik on here are mo and ri and they both already did it so oop. im not gonna tag n e one bc idk n e one. sorry it took so long for me to fInally do this. thank you for reading!!

[little-ball-of-fear]

Illogical and Immoral

So that’s the first time I’m posting my writing on Tumblr. Please don’t hate me too much. I wrote this for my Friend @remmythepegasis <3

Pairing: Asexual!Morality x Aromantic!Logic (Thomas Sanders Sides) Warnings: a bit angst (but happy ending) and probably bad English Tagging @obviouslyelementary because she wrote same prompt for same girl and I want her opinion :3 Hope you enjoy it~

Morality was known for his spontaneity but even he had rules that no one dare to break (probably because they were afraid to hurt his feelings). Those unbreakable rules included e.g. eating breakfasts together, solving problems in whole group and having common movie nights every Friday. Schedule of those marathons was hand drawn by Morality and he hang it on the fridge every first day of the month using colourful animals magnets. Every trait could choose one movie and one Friday of the month when they all watch it together. Despite All fights, argues and unpleasant effects of some choices (Logan named them all ignorant when they fell asleep during  “fascinating” documentary about Fibonacci strain and when Anxiety showed them “Exorcist”, Dad and Prince couldn’t sleep for couple days) they still didn’t stop the tradition.

On February the first, 2014 the schedule appeared on the fridge early in the morning but one date was already taken. Anxiety groaned looking at the paper from over his blue coffee mug.

“Titanic”? Like… Really? On the Valentine’s Day?” he blew out his fringe from eyes with smirk „I always thought I am the one who ruins everyone’s mood.” “Don’t say that, my Little Stormy Cloud~” Dad ruffled his hair so Anx growled and covered his head with hood “And it’s a really beautiful story, perfect for a Lovers Day!” “I don’t get what’s beautiful about it…” Logic raised his eyebrow still staring at his newspaper “It’s a story about incompetent people who let defective ship sink. That even wasn’t the biggest shipwreck in history. For example the fire after MV Doña Paz hit tanker Victor took two times more lifes than Titanic’s catastrophe. And of course I don’t mention about wasted fuel and ruined…” “Logan, shut up, you’re making Morality cry.” disoriented Logic lowered his newspaper to meet Morality’s sad puppy eyes. “I’m just giving you the facts. If I’m not right, tell me, what is this movie really about?” “It’s about three hours.” Dad smiled at his own joke to shake off the thoughts about Filipino ferry. “And now, Enjoy...” he took Logan’s paper away “Your...” he got mirror out of Prince’s hands “Meal!” he pulled out Anxiety’s phone. He put all things on the microwave oven and sat at the table smiling widely to the rest. They all rolled their eyes “Bon Appétit, Momo…” they muttered simultaneously and started eating breakfast.

~*~ Two weeks later ~*~

“Kiddos, come for the movie!” Dad shouted from downstairs and started bringing popcorn and crisps from the kitchen. The other traits came to the living room. Prince dressed in his dragon PJ’s sat at the armchair on which Anxiety leaned sitting on the carpet with feet on the couch.  He scratched his kitty kigurumi ear with the hand in which he wasn’t holding his phone. Logan, wearing his white unicorn onesie, sat on the couch placing all the pillows around himself. When Morality was done with snack and drinks, he jumped on the couch next to Logic and waving happily with doggy ears of his pyjamas he pressed PLAY button on DVD remote.

Dad was patient. He didn’t say anything when Anxiety was insolently yawning and snoring during prolonged beginning. He didn’t silence Logan when he was sceptic complaining about pencil sketch surviving years under the water. He didn’t even react on Prince’s mean comments ‘bout costumes. He didn’t intervened until Anx started hitting Roman with pillow when he mention about Leonardo DiCaprio being hot. Yes, he was patient.

And then the plot started for real and the romance began. Morality was looking enamoured at Jack teaching Rose Irish dance totally ignoring Anx laughing at Kate Winslet’s crooked legs. But when the party ended and Rose had a talk with Cal and when he hit her in the face, everybody seemed uptight. Dad jumped a Little and involuntarily caught Logan’s hand. He looked at him with eyebrow up but  didn’t took hand away. Mo smiled sadly and took a jealous glance at Anxiety who was stressed out with violent scene and huddled hugging his knees. Princey was stroking his hair to calm him. He was so jealous of that gestures and their unity and how they could understand each-other without words. It was enough for them to look at each-other and they knew exactly what the second person needs. Oh, Morality would give out all his plushies just to see such an understanding in Logic’s eyes. He was totally, desperately in love with every little piece of his heart, soul and mind. He loved the smile in his eyes, gesture with which he amends his glasses, passion and involvement in his voice when he was talking about something important for him and the way he say his name… “Patton” sounds so melodic on his lips… “Patton” like a favourite song or singing birds… “Patton” like romantic hug he could only dream about… “Patton” and he was dreaming about it often… “Patton” definitely too often… “Patton”…

“Patton, are you alright?” Dad blinked and looked around. He was laying on Logan’s shoulder and Teach was looking at him questioningly. He sat straight immediately. “You make us watch that drama and now you’re not focusing at the most import ant scenes.” “W-why would THIS be the most import ant part?!” Mo blushed and turned his eyes from the screen when he saw Rose taking off her dressing-gown to pose for Jack’s sketch. “Because it’s the only moment when it’s tolerable to look at that actress!” Logic said it like an obvious thing “And you said that „love scenes” are the most import ant in this movie.” “This isn’t a LOVE scene!” Morality pointed at the screen still not looking at it. Prince and Anxiety moved their attention to the discussion which was far more interesting than Kate Winslet’s asymmetric breasts. They were both holding their phones and kept commenting the talk on WhatsApp. “Actually, those are the scenes you shouldn’t watch at all!” he grabbed the remote in panic and tried to rewind the movie. “But… You know we’re adult, right?” Logan snorted with laughter but immediately coughed up and amended his glasses “And now they’re showing only her face, calm down.” “Adultery is not what matters here…” he mumbled putting down the remote. “… I’m sure it’s not but I won’t explain it to you now” Anxiety covered his mouth to hide the fact he was laughing. “But technically age is something that matters here ‘cause this movie includes scenes of sex, nudity and death so it’s probably pg-16 and that means we can watch it for almost 8 years. And to be honest non of us feels defiled with that scene. Roman and Anx are a couple so I don’t think they care about seeing some random naked woman and I subjectively rate Kate Winslet’s body as 4/10. It would be more justified if you forbid me to watch you in swimsuit because you’re like strong 8/10 for me.”

Logic ended his speech and amended his glasses looking at the other traits. Prince was staring at him with open mouths and Anxiety was barely restraining his laugh. They both were writing messages to each-other on a high speed not even looking at the keyboards. Morality’s face was in the colour of Princey’s sash and his eyes was wide open. His thoughts were running through his head as fast as Anxiety’s fingers on keyboard. Did Logan really say that? Does it mean that he reciprocate his feelings? Or maybe he was just joking with Patton’s approach to erotica? But Logan never jokes… Well, he never show his feelings neither. So… What the Flying wafle Mo should think about it?! 

“Touch me, Jack…” Rose’s moan broke the silence making it even more awkward. Dad shook himself and stared at his doggy paws for a while just to rise his head with his usual smile. “Can we just watch the rest of the movie focusing on some more important aspects than… Feminine qualities. It’s Valentine’s Day at least!” he turned back to the TV and nobody was saying anything more. Well, until the last scene of course when they started big discussion about if the doors were big enough for two people and if throwing Heart of the Ocean into the water was romantic or stupid.

“Alright Kiddos, now go upstairs and enjoy the rest of Valentine’s night.” Morality stood up brushing tears from his cheeks and started collecting empty bowls from the table (and the floor ‘cause Anxiety doesn’t care about what is or is not a table). “Logan, could you help me with this?

Roman and Anx exchanged quick looks (Prince moved his eyebrows and Anxiety rolled his eyes but smirked a bit) and went upstairs locking themselves in Royal’s room. Logic collected all mugs and Anx’s wineglass and he followed Mo to the kitchen.

“Logan…” Morality stood next to him by the sink. He was answered with questioning look. “I… I Just thought… I thought if that what you said… How I should understand it?” “It depends. About which of things I said are you talking?” “Directly speaking: Do you like me?” He held his breath and couldn’t believe he really said that. “Yes, of course. We are close friends.” “But, you know, in that… different way…” “Well… The answer is still yes.” Logic said it like he was surprised that this question needed to be asked. “I thought it was obvious. Even despite the fact we are almost identical, I just think you’re very attractive. Especially the way you’re blushing right now. Your look acts on my body and makes me sexually excited and if we weren’t friends I definitely want to sleep with you.” “But…”  Morality couldn’t believe in what he just heard. He was happy and confused at the same time. “We don’t have to be friends…” “You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” “No. I mean, I want but we can be… like something more because… I love you too.” “Too?” “Well… Like you do.” “Like I love myself?” “No, me…” “I didn’t say that.” Mo’s heart stopped when Logan looked at him surprised. “You’re my friend and I really value you but I’ve never said I love you „that way”.” “But you said that you’d like to...” “I said I’d like to have sex with you. That’s a different thing. Sex and love don’t have anything in common.” “Don’t have anything in common?!” Morality’s voice was shaking when his hopes crashed. “How can you say that? How can you get so close to someone in… that way if you don’t love them? Remember that your naked body should belong only to those who fall in love with your naked soul.” “But... You know me. You know that I can’t love anyone in that way.” He said it very apologetically and like he was ashamed of not being able to do something. “That’s called aromanticism.” “So you...” Dad was barely crying “I’m sorry, I made a fool out of myself. I’ll better go to sleep...” he wanted to walk away but Logan caught his arm. “Patton, wait. I don’t want to destroy our relation because of that. I don’t want to lose my best friend.” “Friend… I understand. If that’s what makes you happy than I’m happy about it too.” He tried to smile but his eyes was still full of pain. “I don’t know about feelings but I definitely know you and you’re not happy.” He moved his hand from Mo’s arm to his cheek making him to look up. “I want you to be happy.” “And I want same for you but you see that it’s impossible to have both.” He looked down AT his puppy slippers to hide tears “I want you the way you’ll never want me and vice versa. You won’t love my soul and heart and I couldn’t give you my body which you desire. This is situation without exit.” “Hmm…” Logan seemed confused but there’s no chance he would leave solving problem just because it was “without exit”. “Can I try something?”

Morality nodded hesitantly. Logic moved closer and kissed him. Very gently, very slowly, like Patton was a porcelain figure that will break up into pieces if he treated him too rashly or rowdily. Their lips were barely touching and despite Teach really wanted to deeper the kiss and take off Mo’s stupid doggy PJ’s, Morality was the one who stepped forward and put his hands on Logan’s neck. Logic placed his hand on Patton’s waist and pulled him closer so the buttons of their pyjamas were touching. He moved his hand lower stroking his hip but when it came too close to doggy tail, he felt Mo’s shaking. He jumped back feeling worried and guilty.

“Did I do something wrong?” He looked in Morality’s eyes with concern. “N-no, that felt good but I just… I’m not used to be touched like that and…” his tongue was tangled “But I will Get used to it, I promise! “Don’t say that.” He raised his hand to stroke him but hanged it in the air not sure if he should touch him. “Listen, our friendship is too important to me to ruin it just for an orgasm.”

Morality blinked fast and a few tears flowed down his cheeks. What could he say? Logan was important to him,  probably the most important in the whole World. If they couldn’t be together in the way Dad wanted, he had to be happy having him as a friend as before or he could force himself to sexual intimacy and make Logic happy at the expense of his own comfort. Was he ready to do that? He was sacrificing himself for others for his whole life so why not…

“If it will make you happy, I can” “O stop it, please!” Teach facepalmed himself “It’s not about pleasing me. It’s about compromise.” “How to do a compromise when our… needs exclude themselves?” “Did you like our kiss?” “Y-yes…” “So maybe… Maybe we could leave our relationship as it was and… kiss sometimes possibly?” his voice was unsure what didn’t happen often. “If you’re okay with that then I’m too. But… Is that enough for you?” “It has to be.” He smirked. „So everything’s okay?” “Yes but…” Logic frowned his eyebrows and Morality blushed “Can I kiss you again?” “Whenever you want.” Logan laughed sincerely tangling his fingers into Patton’s hair and pressed their lips together again. It was exceptionally sweet and tasty compromise.

[platinumjeon]

BTS Reaction - American Long Distance Relationship/How the other boys would find out

dccomicnerd-world said: How would the rest of the boys react to one of the younger members being in a long distance relationship with someone from America, they talk through text/email. And they find out when they find him texting them at like 1am (because time difference)

Under a read more because its really long! Enjoy!

Jin:

It was obvious that Jin was acting suspicious from the beginning. Usually, he was on top of everything, had every member up and awake by 8:00 AM sharp, and had breakfast on the table before anyone even stumbled out of their rooms. But the past few days, everyone had been waking up from the shrill ringing or beeping of their cellphones, the managers freaking out and wondering why they weren’t at their photoshoot or dance practice.

You and Jin had began dating after you met on the streets of Seoul. You’d gone there for a small vacation to just travel and experience new things. You weren’t a fan of kpop, and you didn’t recognize Jin as he helped you pick up all your fallen possessions after he had slammed into you. You were already fumbling with your phone to try and map out the way to the train station, and all the people running around confused you.

“Maybe I didn’t prepare very well for this trip,” you remember thinking, just as a body ran into you.

Anyway, from then on after he apologized profusely and offered to buy you coffee, the two of you completely hit it off and had been texting ever since you went back to the United States.

“Hyung...what are you doing? We have to get up in three hours.” Jungkook whispered as he toddled out of his room, presumably to grab some water.

“I’m, uh...” Jin started, staring at the phone after a text message from you arrived.

“You’re what? Let me see,” Jungkook said before walking over and quickly snatching the phone out of Jin’s hands. Scrolling through the mass of your’s and Jin’s text bubbles, Jungkook’s eyes went wide.

“You’re dating an American girl?” He asked loudly, and the next morning Jin had bags under his eyes and everyone knew that he was dating you. They were so curious to meet you that Jimin had asked for your phone number and became invested in grilling you about life as an American.

A few months later, you had gone back to Seoul for a longer amount of time and finally got to meet all the boys.

Suga:

You remember the day you met Suga really clearly. It was 6:00 AM on a Wednesday, and you were dreading the 7-hour shift ahead of you. You didn’t want to deal with annoying customers and their demands (although, there are some really nice ones that make your day). 

Throughout the day you worked the floor, directing people to the jewelry counter or folding clothes. You remember that Suga walked up to you, a little hesitantly, and asked if you could show him where the shoe department was. He explained that he wasn’t from here, but from across the world and he was here with his friends for work. After that encounter, the two of you had realized you had a lot in common, and ended up being in a long distance relationship later on.

It was late for him when the two of you could talk over the phone, something you looked forward to every night. Before Suga had left for Korea, you had been able to meet the boys and they were all very sweet, and suspected nothing of you and Suga. 

One night, you and Suga were talking over the phone about your school and job, and how his concert went the night before. It was in the middle of the conversation that you heard another voice in the background.

“Who are you talking to? It’s 3AM!” Jin said, and you could hear him coming closer to the receiver.

“Nobody,” Suga grumbled. 

“Let me see,” you heard Jin say, before there was crackling on the line and then a brisk, “Hello?”

“Uh..hi Jin...” You said, almost laughing. 

Jungkook:

It was you who chased after Jungkook first. He was so shy and sweet, and it seemed like it deterred him from talking to you. So you took it upon yourself - and it all turned out alright in the end.

He was in the US for a limited amount of time, and it ended up that he would spend all his free time with you, and that included walking you to your apartment, taking you to get coffee, and eventually inviting you “as a friend” to his dance practices. But then, the days spent with you would turn into nights. He would begin spending a lot of the nights in your bed with an arm slung around your waist and his chin resting on your head.

By the time Jungkook had to go back to Korea, you and the boys had become fast friends. They were happy to have made an American friend they could relentlessly ask questions to and essentially, have a built-in tour guide. Although something that made you wonder was why you and Jungkook had never bothered to spend any time talking about what the two of you were to each other. So right before he was going to board the plane back to Seoul, you kissed his cheek and asked if you could see him again soon - and that sealed it.

Jungkook always texted you. It was bad because he would cut corners just to finish early - whether that be dance practice or meals with the boys. He’d always have his head looking down at his phone.

It was 1 AM by the time the boys had all gotten back from dance practice, dead tired and sweaty. Everyone was in bed, fast asleep, but Jungkook’s phone continued to light up from texts from you. Finally, Jimin rose from his bed and snatched the phone out of Jungkook’s hand.

“Can’t you go to sleep? It’s late and the phone is bothering me, Jungkook.” 

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’ll go to sleep. Can I have that please?” Jungkook would plead, his hand outstretched to grab the device from Jimin’s hands. J-Hope would groan from the corner of the room where he slept, and would eventually make his way over to Jimin and bleakly read the text messages over his shoulder.

“You’re dating Y/N?!” J-Hope would exclaim, his eyes going wide. 

“Woah, Jungkook, I didn’t know you had it in you. Is that where you were all those nights?” Jimin laughed lightly, before giving the phone back to Jungkook, who grabbed it and hurriedly sent you a text saying that the boys knew now.

Namjoon: 

The two of you met when he asked you if you knew where the subway was. You were confused, as it was the subway, so you said, “It’s..underground..you mean like, where is the nearest entrance?” 

He looked embarrassed as he nodded, and after explaining where it was he still looked completely lost so you added, “I can take you there if you’d like.” The two of you walked slowly to the station together, telling each other about your lives. You were interested to find out that he wasn’t even from the US - despite his fluency in English - but from South Korea. 

After talking, you abandoned your plans when he asked if you wanted to get coffee sometime, and you gladly agreed. 

One night Namjoon was sitting against the wall in the studio and quietly talking to you on the phone. They were all still in America, but because of dance practices and the few concerts you didn’t get to see Namjoon as much as you liked.

“I miss you,” he said to you while glancing around the studio to make sure no one was there.

“I miss you a lot, too. When do you have some free time?” You asked just as the boys busted into the studio, all talking and laughing. The choreographer followed, and immediately began directing positions.

“Who ya talking to, Rapmon?” J-Hope said, waltzing over to him.

“My mom,” Namjoon said plainly, staring up at J-Hope. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so. Why would your mom want to talk to you when it’s 3 in the morning for her?” J-Hope wondered, a grin growing on his face. The other boys had heard J-Hope talking, and you wondered if this was it - that they were finally going to find out about yours and Namjoon’s secret relationship.

“Oh, is it that girl you’ve been hanging out with lately? She’s pretty,” Jin said with a little laugh, before leaning down and twisting the phone so he could see the name on the screen.

“Y/N!” He yelped, and you heard the boys chorus your name before laughing. 

“Well..I guess they know.” Namjoon said into the receiver.

J-Hope:

You and J-Hope met through some friends. It was obvious in the beginning that the two of you liked each other, and your friends went far enough to make the two of you sit next to each other at the restaurant.

From there, you and J-Hope talked about your lives and random tidbits of information while the rest of your friends went on and ordered food, promising to talk to each other again when you exchanged numbers.

Fast forward a month later, after multiple more intimate, one-on-one dates, the two of you knew what you wanted: a relationship. You and Hoseok were never awkward with each other - there was never a moment that you wished you weren’t beside him, messing with his hair or showing him something on your phone.

It was like a really good friendship - but the two of you wanted more. So that resulted in the beginning of a long distance relationship. 

It was rough in the beginning because when you went back home and he stayed in Korea, he admitted that he missed you and you missed him as well. 

When Hobi was helping Jin practice his moves at the studio one day, he had received a text from you. It was late for the boys, but they couldn’t go home until everyone had gotten the choreography right or else the MV shooting the next day would be a disaster.

Hobi was so into dancing that he didn’t hear his phone make the little beeping noise, but Suga did. He was sitting right next to it, his head rolled onto his shoulder as he was beginning to doze off. He shot up at the sound of the phone and immediately grabbed it off the floor where it was charging.

1:29 AM: I miss you. I miss your voice and your laugh. I want to come back.

“Hoseok!” Suga began, and read your text outloud after the music stopped. Eyes wide, J-Hope rushed over to Suga where he snatched the phone out of his hand and quickly locked it.

“Who was it?” Jin asked, walking over to the two. 

“It’s Hoseok’s girlllfriendddd. Y/N, remember her?” Suga said with a sly smile, clapping J-Hope on the back before walking out of the studio, Jin close behind.

1:33 AM: I miss you, too. So much. By the way, Suga and Jin just found out about us. I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone knew by morning.

Jimin:

The way you two met was kinda rough - you were minding your own business, sitting in your car waiting for the traffic light to turn green when suddenly, your car lurched forward from some kind of impact. A black SUV had rammed into the back of your car, creating some pretty hefty damage.

Freaked out and heart pumping fast, you got out of the car to confront the driver who had ran into you so unexpectedly - and it was Jimin.

“I am so sorry! Oh, my god. I was looking for my phone, it dropped down between the seats.” Jimin had said, running a hand through his hair. After apologizing what must have been a hundred times, he gave you his insurance info and promised to keep in touch as the two of you watched as your car was towed away.

“By the way, do you, um..I know this is kind of dumb to ask but, maybe we could get lunch? Just as a way to say sorry since I totally messed up your day - I mean, you don’t have to but-”

“I’d love to.” You smiled at him, and as the two of you found a restaurant, the entirety of the car collision was forgotten. You and Jimin completely hit it off - no pun intended - and planned to get together again. After about a month, the two of you decided to give a long distance relationship a go.

“Jimin, where do you keep running off to?” Taehyung asked one day as Jimin was quietly tying his shoes. “We have dance practice in 30 minutes.”

“No where important.” Jimin answered shortly, before picking up his phone to look at the message you sent. He was so engrossed in typing a message back, that he didn’t notice Taehyung looking over his shoulder.

“A girl? Who? Is it Y/N?” He asked, grabbing the phone out of Jimin’s hands and holding it away from him to look at the texts.

“I can explain,” Jimin started, but Taehyung just grinned evilly and shouted, “Guys, guess what!”

Taehyung:

You were an intern at BigHit. It was your first day and obviously, completely nervous. You didn’t know what to expect, but you somehow ended up in a waiting room, staring at the white wall and hoping the agony would end soon.

You jumped when someone swung the door open and was surprised to see a single person, who looked up at you with wide eyes. You immediately introduced yourself, standing to shake his hand. He looked at you with interest and even though you were sure you were supposed to be doing something, the two of you sat down and began to chat away.

It seemed like ten minutes had passed when someone else came into the room looking for you. You and Taehyung had gladly exchanged numbers and promised to find some time to meet up again soon. Each day, you saw Taehyung and he would frequently ask you out to dinner or to go do something fun.

A month passed before the two of you decided to begin dating, but your internship only lasted a few more weeks. It was tough when you finally had to go back home to the US, and even more heartbreaking watching Tae’s face as you walked into the plane terminal.

Although hard, the two of you kept in touch and talked every day. You had planned to keep the relationship a secret, but it wasn’t so easy. You had become good friends with all the boys, especially Namjoon, during your time at BigHit, and you two talked occasionally on the phone.

One evening, you and Taehyung were on the phone telling each other about your day. He explained how the new choreography was amazing and that Namjoon just could not get the feet right at a certain point in the song.

“Yeah. Y/N, I want you to come back to see it. When do you think you’ll come back here?” Taehyung asked, and you could almost see the little pout on his face.

“Did you say Y/N?” A voice said in the background, and you could hear Taehyung’s sharp inhale.

“No, why.” Taehyung said quietly.

“You did! Let me see!” Namjoon said, and the line began to crackle as it was shifted to Namjoon’s hands.

“It is! Look, there’s a bunch of hearts by her name. Are you two..?” He said incredulously. “You are! Jimin, look, Taehyung and Y/N are dating.”