#jenny am pm

[poomphuripan]

Hello Claire,

First of all, thank you so much for everything you have been sharing these last few weeks about My Stand-In and Poom (and Up). It's such a treat ❤️

Was My Stand-In Poom's first project out of CH8 or was it Bake Me Please? I hope his popularity will rise and allow him to be cast in different kinds of show and role. Because it must be frustrating to always play the same type of character... And do you know in which agency does he belong please?

Have a nice day ❤️

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well thank you for following and always supporting my gifs i see you (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

So Bake Me Please is actually Channel 8 (CH8)'s first ever BL series where they got their rising male actors (Ohm, Guide, Poom, Atom, Prame, Tawan) to star in, so BMP is actually a CH8 series.

I believe Poom's first ever non CH8 work is Saneha Stories Season 4: Saiyai Saneha (2022) which is a two-episode mini series based on the real life story of a gay man. This was aired on AIS Play and produced by TV Thunder.

Poom also has another comedy series Jenny A.M./P.M. (2022) on AIS Play but this was in collaboration with CH8 which is why there were some CH8 actors (Poom, Nonny, Prame) in the series. Poom plays the straight best friend of the male protagonist (played by Singto Prachaya).

So technically My Stand-In is Poom's 2nd or 3rd work outside of CH8 (depending on how you view the two projects above) but it is Poom's first lead role in a major production and Poom often refers to My Stand-In as his first ever lead role in interviews so that's Poom's position on it 😅

For some background on Poom's agency. He is managed by RSDG - a production/talent management subsidiary company of RS Group, a Thai entertainment and media company that owns CH8. So basically Poom is a Channel 8 actor but it seems that CH8 is a bit more laxed about their actors partaking in series outside of their network (but that also comes with a cost).

I've heard rumors that CH8 gave Poom an ultimatum between becoming 2ML in another CH8 lakorn or choosing to star in My Stand-In (a non CH8 work) and not having any CH8 lakorn projects left for the rest of the year. I have no idea the accuracy of this rumor but I guess all we gotta do is look at Poom's schedule for the rest of this year and see if he's got anything else other than MSI fanmeetings here and there ಥ_ಥ

But I have a lot of fun watching Poom playing his evil lakorn villain roles at CH8 as well and I think those scenes helped greatly in honing his acting skills throughout his acting career so far (you can watch Poom being very stiff in his early works and the gradual improvement progress over the course of his lakorn works). If you pick a random CH8 lakorn with Poom, his character is sure to be killing or dying or crying or getting mad or fucking someone (sometimes all of the above).

Whatever the future holds for Poom, I'm very happy that he chose My Stand-In because I can't imagine a world where we do not get Poom Phuripan as Joe. Poom expresses a lot of happiness from finally getting positive reactions about his acting performances for the first time, which is a thing that I think lakorn actors will hardly get (especially if you play supporting roles at an obscure TV channel with low to average viewership). I also feel like Poom is pretty happy to finally get to play a character that's so close to his personality in real life (bonus the fact that his character isn't dying or going to jail).

I too hope that My Stand-In will be the breakthrough project Poom needed to get the attention and the opportunities he deserved after being much underrated and typecasted at CH8, manifesting many interesting scripts and acting opportunities come his way 🥹

sorry op i hope i answered some of your inquiries. i totally get carried away whenever i'm rambling. tldr: poom is managed by rsdg group so officially speaking, he's an actor for channel 8 but sometimes they let him out to star in non-ch8 works.

[williamrikers]

accidentally fell so hard for singto that now i'm watching jenny am/pm in 720p without subs. pray for me

[maybe-boys-do-love]

You gotta love Singto’s work outside of classic BL

People say actors do BL for the money and then go back to their het-series. Actors will talk about BL roles as a chance to explore and respect mlm characters, but make it seem like it’s the only way to engage with mlm characters.

Meanwhile, Singto took his BL fame and money and somehow dove deeper into the rainbow? He really went and tried to play every other kind of queer role possible. Cross-dressing comedy, gay Casanova, psychosexual horror, messy adult romantic dramas. You could even throw bromance in there depending on how flexibly you define queerness. He put time into het roles, too, but you’ll be hard-pressed to find anyone who more than Singto seems to have treated their career as if BLs weren’t queer enough for them.

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

Hey, I was late to the KaoUp fandom because I watched Lovely Writer way after it aired. It was already My Stand In era with UpPoom. I loved KaoUp and was sad when there's no more. You mentioned something about company disagreement between Kao's agency and Up's and also something about Poom's. Can you tell me more about it or direct me to the post if you already wrote about it? Also, this my first time using "ask" function on Tumblr. Not sure what to expect or if I'm doing it right 😅.

Oh hello @jl1862 and thank you for the ask my friend 😊 and don't worry, you're doing it correctly 😁

I haven't talked about the sinking of the KaoUp ship as much as the other sunken couples because 1) no one's asked before, and 2) it's not as dramatic or tragic as the others. Actually, there's no need to be sad friend 😊 It seems that in public and on social media, Kao and Up remain great friends. Here's an event last year that was attended by Kao (individually for a sponsor), and UpPoom (pair branded, but under different sponsors). When asked by a fan, Kao readily confirmed that he talked to Up at the event. And when Kao was walking the runway for his sponsor, Up was seen taking a photo of him and nodding as he passed by.

They also regularly like each other's socmed posts, including new cp posts, and support each other's sponsorships. And eagle-eyed fans claim to have seen Kao's name on a gift tag in one of the gift piles during Up's birthday fanmeet. The only reason, from a business perspective, that these two could not be louder about their good friendship is to respect the legitimacy of the fandoms of their new brands, as Up is pair branded to a different partner (Poom), and Kao is ALSO pair branded to an actress from Channel 3 (PP Punpreedee). So yeah, that separation is quite amicable. If there is any sunken couple in the BL-sphere who might collab again in the future, aside from the GMMTV-ers, it's these two.

As to the separation itself, Kao and Up were supposed to have a second BL series under Dee Hup House (who produced their BL Lovely Writer), and they announced it mid-2022 during the press run of LW.

However, even in late 2021 Dee Hup House was already encountering problems with IP acquisition, licensing, and distribution, especially with the local distribution of Lovely Writer under Channel 3, and international distribution under WeTV *sigh*. These woes would worsen by the following year.

In the meantime, both Kao and Up pursued solo projects with other partners and prod houses (technically, Kao and Up were never formally pair branded. They never had a joint fanbase the same way UpPoom acknowledged theirs). Kao actually signed an acting contract with Channel 3 in December 2021. This is a great step for his career, as Channel 3 is one of the largest, if not THE largest network in Thailand. His personal management negotiated that Kao be free to pursue a BL with Up and his agency JustUp, in spite of the Ch 3 contract, and Channel 3 agreed, but only within a fixed time period (as they also need to make way for Kao's new het pair branding). Ergo the rushed 2022 announcement that a BL was on its way for KaoUp.

However, Dee Hup House never did fix their legal and financial troubles for the ship, and after renegotiations with Ch. 3 and JustUp fell through, KaoUp went their separate ways.

Now Poom Phuripan's troubles with HIS company Channel 8 (that is entirely separate from Up) is much more dramatic.

Poom had the rare opportunity to be signed by a big Thai network (Channel 8) early on in his career, which means he didn't have to go through the endless audition route that our independent BL actors did, or the BL route in general. He was already showing up in mvs, commercials, and lakorns before the pandemic, and Thai critics and audiences generally found Poom's acting to be favorable. He won acting awards for his support role in the popular lakorn Mongkut Karma (Outstanding Rising Star award in two separate award shows) only a few years into his career, and was nominated for acting awards in other dramas.

The problem was, despite Poom's recognition and constant presence in the industry, he was never given a starring role under Ch. 8, and played mostly minor roles as villains, sidekicks, or expendable characters. Roles like THIS in Bulan Mantra:

You don't need to know what he's saying, just know he's being an asshole here 😅 Channel 8 loved putting him in villain roles.

When they couldn't find him work in their channel, the network loaned him out to other companies, like Aisplay. Here he is as Singto Prachaya's sidekick in the comedy Jenny AM/PM:

Heads up, the premise of the show is kinda misogynistic. In order to win a bet to successfully hit on Pin, Jenkhwan (Singto) pretends to be a girl in the women's dormitory to become Pin's roommate. It's actually really lighthearted and funny with actual moral lessons, and Jenkhwan and his friend Pod (Poom) were punished by the narrative in the end, but the premise never sat right with me properly even as I finished it. So just a heads up.

Anyway, there came a period where Poom wasn't being cast in anything at all, placing him in full acting limbo despite being a channel contract player and a respected industry veteran. There's a specific reason for this, similar to how other GMMTV veterans like Drake Laedeke or Mark Pakin would need to wait YEARS for a starring project of their own: there's just SO MANY ACTORS under these companies, and they keep hiring more. Channel 8 never saw Poom's potential to sell shows as a lead actor. Reliable talent, yes, but a lead? Definitely not. In fact, when Ch. 8 created a BL of their own to respond to Thai demand (Baker Boys), they only cast Poom in a supporting role, despite him playing an actual gay man in the Saneha Stories anthology series a year prior.

With minimal work coming in, Poom tried his best to break free from his Channel 8 contract, and began auditioning in outside shows on his own. There were some rumors that he tried to sue the actual network (alluded to by a YYDS producer during the My Stand-In press run last year), but these are unfounded and may be untrue. All we know from Poom himself was that he was actively trying to find work despite the channel's restrictions.

When YYDS cast Poom for their newly acquired Chinese IP Professional Body Double (which became My Stand-In), they initially wanted him to play red flag second lead Ming, and Up was to play Joe (which, if you've watched the show, is a HILARIOUS concept to even imagine 😅). Apparently Poom himself was unaware of this fact. Up mentioned it here during their Katanyu interview:

This interview was such a fun watch. Go watch it 😅

It was only until YYDS Director P'Pepzi (the GENIUS behind KinnPorsche) saw Poom's second audition did she actually switch the roles and gave Poom the lead character Joe, and called back Up Poompat as Ming for their screentest.

Casting Poom as the lead apparently didn't sit well with Channel 8 for some reason, and they initially refused to loan him to YYDS. They only agreed after Poom begged them to let him, with the provision that he can only shoot MSI after his other lakorns for Ch. 8 are finished. After MSI proved to be a surprise hit for YYDS and IQIYI, Ch. 8 refused to give Poom any more projects until the end of his contract. He used this to finally file an unlawful termination complaint against the network (according to P'Pom, Poom's manager), was let go prematurely, and apparently the money they paid him for damages was used to create Poom's solo agency, Phumipatsorn 1997.

Anyway, Kao and Poom's career journeys are kinda the antithesis of each other, with Kao using BL to introduce himself and slowly transition into lakorns, and Poom using BL to garner international audience recognition away from lakorns. From a professional perspective, their decision to partner with Up at different points in their careers is very wise and shows a lot of self-awareness. I applaud them both.

And the dissolution of the first and the creation of the second ship provides no danger to Up, who as the independent outlier in this scenario has always had enough resources to pick and choose the projects he wants to make. Thus, brand and no-brand here are all win-win scenarios for Kao, Up and Poom. Also, technically Kao isn't competing with Up or Poom as he is in a het pair brand in the lakorn industry, separate from the BLs and independent projects Up and Poom are currently doing. This is probably why their friendships are also very healthy.

Anyway, haha sorry this got mammoth long omg. Hope I answered the question at least. If anyone else sees this post and has additional information on any of the people I've mentioned, or have any corrections on the very limited and may be unreliable information I found floating on the interwebs, I would be grateful for your comments and will edit accordingly 😊 Have a great day! 🤩

[themindbehindthejork]

I just watched Sonic 3 and I get it now

[respectthepetty]

Jenny AM/PM has been delivered (grey) with subs, so I get to witness Jen and Pod's wacky friendship as they continuously bet each other to do more dumb stuff!

Like dress up as a girl if one of them loses and making sure he learns how to close his legs properly in a dress.

And since Jen always loses, Pod is more than happy to make sure Jen follows through every step of the way.

Pod will always commit to the bit which is why he is a winner.

But thank goodness the boys have Pod's brother, Pad, to humble them.

Pod and Pad share the same father if it isn't obvious.

And when they speak to others, they do act like brothers since they always clap back to people being rude.

But Pad is the best.

I have to remember that this is directed by Golf who directed The Eclipse, 609 Bedtime Story, and Wandee Goodday.

Because the sex jokes are in full effect.

And so are the shenanigans.

So I'm just going to trust that Golf captured all of Singto's beauty for twelve glorious episodes.

And go with it.

[cherrymagicake]

MARRY ME GIRL🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

[mephistopheleswasrobbed]

So I recently started watching Jenny A.M/P.M. as counter programming to PS I hate you (which I'm also currently watching and it's stressing me out).

And I unexpectedly find myself having a lot of thoughts on it, though most of them haven't solidified into words yet.

But since I don't see much talk about this show on here I wanted to throw in my two cents anyway.

(Bear in mind I have only seen the first three episodes so far, so there's 75% left to change my thoughts about it.)

Singto looks extremely gorgeous as a woman

Poom is hilarious

Nonny Nutcha is very pretty and her character Pin is also so genuinley nice and also capable/willing of standing up for herself and her friends that I'm not questioning the fact that there are currently three people actively pursuing her

This whole show is a lot queerer than I expected (which shouldn't have been so surprising since it was directed by Golf Tanwarin but I only remembered that when I looked up a familiar looking actress's name)

So far I'm enjoying this a lot more than I thought. This show has been on my plan to watch list for quite some time and it landed there mostly because I was promised Singto in dresses. Everything else I knew about it was that it was a "het show" in a university setting and that it would be relatively difficult to access so I wasn't in any hurry to actually start watching. It recently came back on my radar with the added info that Poom Phuripan was also in it and that it was directed by Golf Tanwarin (which I apparently promptly forgot again). This made me curious enough to actually start watching after it got chosen by random number generator and so far I'm very happy with that choice. It's funny, all of the characters are likable and/or interesting (so far), the dynamics between the characters are interesting (so far) and have I mentioned Singto looks gorgeous as Jenny?

[novacorpsrecruit]

It’s lonely at the top

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wc 1,698 | Steddie | angst with a happy ending!

“You need to give him some space,” Robin said over the phone. Eddie frowned. It’s been three days. He missed Steve. He nearly leaped over the couch to answer the phone, assuming it was him. Robin was the next best, he guessed. “You really hurt him.”

“I know,” Eddie said. “And I’m sorry. I really am. Will you tell him I’m done with the parties? Done with Trick? He means more to me than being liked.”

“Yeah,” Robin huffed. “You sure showed him that.”

“I mean it,” Eddie said honestly. “I do. I’m done with it all.”

“I think you need to tell him that yourself,” Robin said.

“How can I?” Eddie asked. “You won’t let me talk to him.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to you,” Robin corrected. “You need to let him be ready to accept you.”

Eddie sighed, pressing his forehead against the cabinet where the phone hung. He wished there was a way to tell Steve how sorry he was. As much as Eddie wanted to take the Green line to Robin’s dorm and talk to Steve, he can’t cross that boundary. But he needed a way to pour out his emotions, to let Steve know that he’s loved. That Eddie’s sorry. “Can I — Can I send him a letter? That way when he’s ready, he knows I’m there for him?”

There was silence on the other line as Robin thought it over. “Yeah, okay,” she said. “Just address it to me. He’s not …”

“Supposed to be there,” Eddie nodded. “Yeah. I figured. Thank you, for being there for him.”

“Yeah. Look,” Robin huffed. “If he does let you back in again, and you fuck up again. It’s your balls, Munson.”

“Understood,” Eddie said. “I promise. Never again.”

Robin hung up with a click. Eddie sighed, running his hands over his face. He fucked up. Bad.

He guessed there was no time to start writing like the present.

💌💌💌💌

“Steve, someone at table 13 requested you personally,” Jenny, the hostess said. “He’s — uh — a little scary. So if you have issues, get Rod.”

“Thanks, Jenny,” Steve said, pulling his order book from his apron. He wasn’t sure who would request him at 3 pm. Most of his early birds on Saturdays stop by the diner for brunch and he barely saw a soul until 5.

When they first moved out to Chicago, Steve had no clue what he was going to do for work. He was attending Harold Washington College to get his associates in early education, and then potentially apply to UIC. Then one day, he got off a stop too early and saw the help wanted sign. It was easy for him to pick up, he made decent tips, and it worked with his schedule well. Plus, he was able to take home food at the end of his shift.

Robin’s been enjoying the pancakes lately.

Plus, Steve loved when it was slow and Eddie would —

He closed his eyes, letting the thought disappear. He missed Eddie. His heart ached any time he thought about him. But he was afraid that Eddie didn’t miss him in the same way.

He took a deep breath and plastered on a fake smile as he greeted his table.

“Hi, welcome in. I’m Steve. I’ll be taking care —“ Steve stopped as he looked at the patron. He felt his lips turn into a frown. “Trick?”

“Patrick’s fine,” Trick winked. “I mean, we’re in your court, aren’t we?”

“Yeah, sure,” Steve nodded. He pressed his lips together, feeling like he couldn’t stop staring at the black and blue circles under his eyes. “What happened to your — uh —“ he gestured to his own face. He winced. Trick didn’t like him in the first place. He wouldn’t give Steve the time of day. Why would he bother to tell him about an injury like that. “Sorry — shouldn’t have asked that. What can I get started for you?”

“Your boyfriend, actually,” Trick smirked. It was like ice water was dumped over Steve as the words washed over him. Trick’s smirk dropped. He leaned over the table. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Hey — hey, sorry. I didn’t mean — It’s cool. It’s — Eddie and you — are cool, I mean.”

Steve wasn’t sure if he felt any better or worse. All he could say was, “Oh.”

“Yeah, uh —“ Trick ran his fingers over his buzzed hair and exhaled. “Half of our friends are gay or lesbian or queer. It’s — that’s fine. Promise.”

“Oh,” Steve repeated. He sat on the other side of the booth, across from Trick. “Okay.”

“I just —“ Trick looked up to the ceiling before turning his attention back to Steve. “We shouldn’t have judged you. We saw you and immediate thought you were gonna be some straight jackass like we’ve dealt with our whole lives. We built this community of accepting outcasts, and outcasted you while doing so.”

Oh.

Steve wasn’t sure what to think.

When Eddie and him started to date, the Corroded Coffin boys treated him similarly. But Eddie called them out on that before it got bad.

Before it got like this.

“I guess what I wanted to say was sorry,” Trick said. “For pushing you out. And name calling.”

Steve furrowed his brow. “I don’t recall any name calling?”

“Yeah, you weren’t around for that,” Trick winced, gesturing to his nose. “Eddie made sure I knew that was wrong.”

“Eddie,” Steve breathed. “My Eddie?”

“Yep,” Trick said. “I hope he gave you a big apology for everything. So, tell me. What do you got that’s good to eat here?”

Steve took Trick’s order — one strawberry milkshake and an order of fruit loaded French toast — sent it to the kitchen, then went into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him and pulled out Eddie’s letter from his apron pocket. The first letter arrived last Monday. And he received a letter every day that he’s stayed with Robin.

With a shaky breath, Steve opened the letter.

💌💌💌💌

Dear Steve, there’s nothing in the world that I can do to make this up to you. But I will try every day to make sure that you don’t ever forgotten again. You are the stars that light my way home, the sun that brings warmth into my light, and the moon that shines love over me. To experience your love is something truly unreal. And to think I put you on the back burner for a taste of popularity? It was like the Ring of Power overtook my mind. I got lost in the feeling of being admired by many, I forgot what it’s like to be loved by one. I’d travel to Mordor and back for you. Through the Gap of Rohan and through the Mines of Mora.

In a world where everyone could know my name, I’d only want to know yours.

My apologies will never be enough. Love, Eddie

💌💌💌💌

I hope you are well. I hope your classes are going good and that you’re excelling. I know you are. You’re so fucking smart, you blow me away with every new piece of knowledge you brought home. I hope that basketball at the YMCA is going good. I’m sorry I missed your last couple of games. There is no excuse. I hope one day you’d allow me to be by your side again, cheering you on.

You deserve the world, baby. Nothing will stop me from showing you that. Everything from the water in the rivers to the trees in the forest. From the canyons in Arizona to the mountains in Colorado. It’s yours. It’s all yours. You deserve everything. You deserve the best. And I promise that I will prove that.

Forever in love, Eddie

💌💌💌💌

I’d move heaven and hell

Just to see you smile again

Or remember how it felt

To have you in my arms

When I begged God for mercy

In the depth of hells

It was nothing compared

To begging for the mercy of you

To hear you laugh, to see you smile

To counting the stars across your skin

To pick up where we left off

To start all over again

I’d move heaven and hell for you

💌💌💌💌

Steve folded the letters, slipping them back into the envelope and set them on his nightstand.

He laid back down, turning to his side. Eddie’s side of the bed was empty. Like it has been for four days.

After Steve read the first letter, he found his way back to their apartment. Eddie was hope and nearly wrapped his arms around Steve, stopping as if there was an invisible barrier in between them. Eddie stopped, respecting that boundary at the threshold.

It was Steve to crack.

Steve who took that step over the threshold and fell into Eddie’s arms, burying his face into Eddie’s neck. Eddie wrapped his arms around Steve, holding him tight. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” was all Eddie could say.

They agreed they needed to slowly integrate back into each others’ lives. Communicate when they’re feeling alone and listen when one’s feeling distressed. Nightmares seemed easier to deal with, but they were going to work it through.

Eddie said he would sleep on the couch until Steve was ready for him. “No matter how long it takes, sweetheart,” Eddie said, pressing a kiss against Steve’s knuckles. “When you’re ready for me, I’m here.”

And Eddie truly meant that. They could go back to just friends and Eddie would accept it. He would be heartbroken, but to have Steve in his life again?

That’s worth everything to Eddie.

Eddie was jostled awake, feeling the couch cushion shift underneath him. The blanket on his body lifted up and a familiar weight settle on his chest. He felt at home again. Eddie tugged the blanket back over the both of them, one hand around Steve’s waist and the other tangled in his hair as Steve laid his head on Eddie’s chest. Eddie pressed a kiss to Steve’s temple, taking a silent vow to never lose him again.

“Goodnight, sweetheart.”

[gottencents]

Start a War - Jennie Kim

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synopsis. Struggling with the pressure of her many public personas, Jennie confides in Y/N about her exhaustion with being everything for everyone—and decides, for once, to be selfish.

Practice Room – 9:42 PM, Los Angeles

The mirrored walls of the rehearsal studio gleamed with the last traces of daylight, catching the flashes of sequins and sweat as Jennie Kim moved through the final beats of her choreography.

Music still thumped in the background—low and repetitive—but she’d stopped dancing a few minutes ago. Now she stood still, center of the room, hands on her hips, chest rising and falling. Her hoodie clung to her damp skin, and her mind whirred with unfinished thoughts louder than any bass.

The door creaked open, and she knew who it was without turning.

“Practice robot mode activated again?” Y/N asked, her voice a warm contrast to the sterile room.

Jennie gave a small smile at the familiar teasing. “If I stop moving, I start thinking.”

Y/N shut the door behind her and crossed the room quietly. “And thinking’s dangerous?”

Jennie finally looked over at her—hoodie sleeves too long, hair pulled into a lazy bun, no makeup, no pressure. Just Y/N.

“Thinking is… everything I try not to do during prep,” Jennie muttered. “Because when I think, I start asking myself the wrong questions.”

Y/N tilted her head. “Like?”

Jennie dropped onto the floor, back against the mirror, legs stretched out. “Like… who am I doing this for?”

She tugged her towel off her shoulders and ran it across her neck, eyes distant.

“I’ve been Jennie: the soloist. Jennie: the ‘It Girl.’ Jennie: the brat. The perfect one. The ‘ungrateful’ one. Everyone’s favorite villain. Everyone’s misunderstood softie. I don’t know how many of them are real anymore.”

Y/N crouched down beside her. “They’re all you. But none of them are the whole you.”

Jennie glanced at her, eyes searching. “And you know that?”

Y/N sat beside her, shoulder brushing hers. “I do. I know the you who cries in the car after every comeback no one knows you fought to make happen. The one who rubs my thumb when she’s overwhelmed. The one who stays quiet at parties because she’s too tired to perform joy.”

Jennie turned her head to face her fully now. She blinked like she hadn’t realized how deeply she needed to be seen until this moment.

“I’ve spent my whole career being selfless for the sake of something bigger,” she said. “The brand. The legacy. The team. The fans. I don’t even remember the last time I did something just because I wanted to.”

She hesitated.

“I think… I want to be selfish now.”

Y/N’s brows lifted. “With me?”

Jennie nodded, almost shamefully. “I want them to see you. To see that I love you. Not hide it. Not make you my secret safe place in the dark while I pretend to be untouchable in the light.”

Y/N’s breath hitched.

“Jennie…”

But Jennie rushed forward, the words tumbling now.

“I don’t want you backstage in the shadows anymore. I want you in my trailer. I want to walk off stage, sweaty and messy, and hug you first. I want the fans to know that this version of me—that’s not posing, not filtered—is yours.”

Y/N reached over and cupped her cheek, thumb brushing gently beneath her eye.

“Then let them see,” she whispered. “Let them see who you really love.”

Jennie leaned into her touch, eyes glassy. “Even if they hate me for it?”

“Especially then,” Y/N said. “Because for once, you’re choosing something for you. And maybe the ones who matter will love you more for it.”

Later, Jennie sat nestled into a hoodie that smelled like Y/N, wrapped in a blanket, her head resting on Y/N’s lap. The city lights blinked below them—tiny, artificial stars—and the sky stretched out like a quiet permission to just exist.

“I’ve always been scared of giving people something too real,” Jennie said softly.

Y/N played with her hair. “Why?”

“Because real things get picked apart first. They hurt the most when they break.”

Jennie closed her eyes.

“When I think about showing you to the world, it’s not because I want to make a statement or prove anything. It’s because I can’t not anymore. You’re in every part of me now. You’re my good days, and my worst ones. You’re the reason I haven’t let this industry eat me alive.”

Silence stretched between them, long and delicate.

Y/N whispered, “You’ve been holding this in for how long?”

Jennie’s voice cracked. “Since our first night together.”

Y/N leaned down and kissed her temple, her fingers threading through Jennie’s hair.

“You don’t need to be anything for anyone right now,” she said. “You’re allowed to just be mine. And let me be yours.”

Jennie closed her eyes again.

“Then I want to be selfish,” she whispered.

The concert had ended hours ago, but the venue still hummed faintly with residual electricity—like the stage itself was reluctant to sleep. Outside, fans lingered behind barricades, still screaming Jennie’s name into the night. Inside, Jennie Kim was peeling herself out of her ruby-red stage outfit, heart pounding for reasons that had nothing to do with performance adrenaline.

Y/N was waiting in the dressing room, exactly where Jennie had told her to be.

Jennie’s assistant had brought Y/N in through a secured side entrance midway through the encore, and she’d been watching the rest of the show from a private, curtained viewing spot just off-stage. But now, with everyone else cleared out—dancers hugging goodbyes, stylists busy with garment racks—it was just them.

Jennie stepped into the dressing room in a black silk robe, makeup still perfect, hair slightly tousled. She spotted Y/N sitting on the leather couch, legs tucked beneath her, wearing one of the custom “RUBY” tour tees Jennie had slipped her before the show.

“I’ve been waiting forever for this part,” Jennie said, voice low, warm.

Y/N looked up and smiled. “You mean the post-show makeout part?”

Jennie grinned. “Exactly that.”

She crossed the room slowly, deliberately, the heels of her boots clicking softly against the floor.

“I couldn’t stop looking at you during ‘Start a War,’ you know,” Jennie murmured, now standing in front of her. “I sang the whole second verse to you. You just didn’t realize it.”

“I realized it,” Y/N replied, tilting her head up. “You winked at me and nearly tripped.”

“I did not trip,” Jennie scoffed playfully.

“You stumbled,” Y/N teased, tugging her by the robe’s tie. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Jennie leaned down and kissed her—soft at first, then deeper, letting herself melt into it. She tasted like gloss and lemon water, sweet and slightly sharp, just like the afterglow of a show well done.

Y/N’s hands found Jennie’s waist beneath the robe, fingers warm against her skin.

“You were incredible tonight,” Y/N whispered against her lips.

Jennie pulled back just enough to look into her eyes. “No. You were. Just being here. I kept thinking how badly I wanted everyone to see you. Not just the fans—my people. The ones backstage. The team. I wanted you to be part of this. Of me.”

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly. “That’s the first time you’ve ever said that.”

“I mean it,” Jennie said. “For the first time, I wanted something for me. I wanted to be selfish. And that something—someone—is you.”

The words were a whisper, but they carried the weight of a thousand unsent texts, the kind of confessions you only make when the lights go down and you’re left with truth alone.

Jennie sat down beside her, curling one leg up, pulling Y/N closer until they were flush. Her hands found the hem of Y/N’s shirt—her shirt—and she toyed with it gently, fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns along her hip.

“You always wear my things better than I do,” Jennie said, voice going silk-soft.

“Maybe because I don’t wear anything under it,” Y/N murmured with a sly grin.

Jennie raised a brow, gaze darkening just slightly.

“Well now that’s not fair,” she said.

Y/N leaned in, brushing her lips over Jennie’s jaw. “What’re you gonna do about it, Kim?”

Jennie didn’t answer—not with words.

She kissed her again, this time with intent. One hand tangling in Y/N’s hair, the other gripping her thigh. Her robe slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of the stage-worn lingerie beneath, and Y/N let out a soft breath against her mouth.

Their kisses grew hungrier, deeper, that intoxicating mix of love and longing—the kind that simmers through months of hiding, late-night texts, long-distance flights, and the ache of wanting someone in silence. It was all pouring out now, here, behind a locked door.

“I want you to be the first thing I see after every show,�� Jennie whispered, forehead pressed to hers. “Let them talk. Let them guess. I’m not hiding you anymore.”

“Then prove it,” Y/N said softly, tugging Jennie into her lap.

And Jennie did—again and again, with every kiss, every sigh, every soft whisper that only Y/N was allowed to hear.

[lia-the-normal-human]

The Stellar Firma creators are making a brand new show called GOBLINS, and crowdfunding for it launches this Friday!

(I'm just a random podcast fan, but here's all the info I've gleaned. Yell at me if I'm wrong about anything.)

GOBLINS is a scripted comedy podcast written and performed by:

Tim Meredith (Trexel from Stellar Firma and SF's showrunner)

Ben Meredith (David 7 from SF, Elias from The Magnus Archives, Zolf and Grizzop from Rusty Quill Gaming, and Mathias from The Secret of St Kilda)

Imogen Harris (IMOGEN from SF and Helen from TMA)

Jenny Haufek (Hartro from SF)

Amy Dickinson (Number 1 from SF)

*** Additional details under the cut ***

Maddy Searle is working on the show, although I wasn't able to catch what their exact role is. (Sorry!) They edited for Stellar Firma and performed as Vice-Admiral Fun.

Sam Rae is the guest performer in the pilot episode, and it seems like there will be additional guests in future episodes.

THIS FRIDAY, 12th July At 2:00 pm BST, the pilot episode will be released on social media. At 6:30 pm BST, there will be a crowdfunding launch stream on TheBrothersMeredith Twitch channel.

Not many details have been released so far, but the show will feature a lot of English folklore. The main cast consists of two goblins, an elf, a human, and a poltergeist.

GOBLINS is being created independently from Rusty Quill. But I will be tagging RQ anyways because it's relevant to RQ fans, dangit.

I am THIS close to pestering people in their ask boxes just to make sure they've heard.

Social Media Links

Twitch (TheBrothersMeredith) - Launch stream will be here!

Twitter/X (goblinspod)

Instagram (goblinspod)

[poomphuripan]

JENNY A.M./P.M. 💙 Episode 10

[clarisse0o]

Camp Wiegman-Part 80

Lucy Bronze x Ona Batlle

Alternative Universe: Military School

Words: 5K

Masterlist

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Saturday, April 16; 5:30 PM - Porto Airport.

Here we are, in Porto. I can hardly believe it. I mean, I'm from Portugal, but I've never been here. It's always been a city I've wanted to visit, and here I am. Lucy smiles at me to reassure me.

"Are you ready?"

"As if I had a choice."

She laughs softly and steals a kiss. She's lucky I love her madly. In a few minutes, we're going to get off the plane and meet her parents. Despite her teasing, I can tell Lucy's been nervous since yesterday. She gave me a little rundown of what to expect, and honestly, I have no idea how to act.

"I love you. Don't forget that."

"I know."

We exchange a smile, and we walk hand in hand down the disembarkation corridor. My hands are sweaty. There are people all around us. When we reach the hall, I let Lucy take the lead in looking for them, as I've never seen them. All I know is that her father is really tall and her mother have white hair.

"I see them! Are you coming?"

"I'm right behind you."

She guides me while I keep looking around for them. I finally smile when I see Alexia running toward us. I barely have time to let go of my girlfriend’s hand to catch her in my arms.

"You’re finally here!"

I let out a sigh. I had forgotten they arrived before us. That’s great news.

"Hey. I’m so relieved to see you."

"Me too! I have so much to tell you."

"Really? Did you have a good week?"

I almost forgot she spent the week with Jenni and her sister. I imagine she has lots to share.

"It couldn’t have been better. And you? You look like you got some sun."

"A little, yes," I giggle.

I glance over her shoulder to see Lucy standing next to her parents and Jenni. I smile especially when I see her in the arms of a woman I assume to be her mother based on her appearance.

"You’ve already talked to them, I guess?" I ask Ale.

"Yeah. Your mother-in-law is a bit... I don’t know. Intimidating? She’s something else."

"Thanks, Ale. That’s really reassuring," I mock.

"Sorry," she laughs. "Just giving you a heads-up."

I nod. Anyway, Lucy already warned me that her mother would be the one to intimidate me the most with her cold demeanor. In a way, it reminds me of Lucy when we first met. She was the same, so I guess it’s not insurmountable.

"Her dad, on the other hand, is adorable. He hasn’t stopped chatting with us."

I glance at him. Once again, Lucy warned me not to judge by appearances. He reminds me of my dad, but even more impressive.

"That’s something, at least."

"Come on, I’ll go with you through this tough moment. We’ll chat later."

I nod. I can’t run away forever. Alexia links her arm with mine to guide me. I let her. I’d rather do that than have time to overthink. Lucy smiles immediately when she sees us. Ale lets go of me when my girlfriend reaches out her hand. I take it and don’t hesitate to snuggle against her.

"Mom, Dad, this is Ona, my girlfriend. Ona, this is Diane , my mother , and Kim, my father."

"Hello," I say timidly. "I’m happy to finally meet you."

"And we are too. Lucy has told us a lot about you. Don’t be shy around us. We’re glad Lucy’s brought someone home."

"Well, that puts a lot of pressure on me."

The words slipped out, but they seem to amuse her father, who catches me off guard with a hug that tenses me up. Lucy smiles with amusement beside me. Maybe this trip won’t be as bad as I feared. Well, except for her mother, who has been staring at me the whole time. Lucy’s father saves me from having to approach her by suggesting we hurry home. Lucy kisses my temple, wrapping her arm around my shoulders as we walk.

"You’re doing great, honey," she whispers. "You’re perfect. Just keep being yourself, and everything will be fine."

Her words give me the strength I need for what’s ahead. The non-interaction with her mother bothers me a bit, but I suppose I’ll have to get used to it for now. Lucy said not to expect much from her at first.

"You all must be starving," her father says as we head toward the exit after collecting our bags.

"Oh, yes, you’re not kidding," Jenni replies. "I’ll be glad when we’re home."

"You’ll have to wait a bit. We invited your parents for dinner tonight. We thought it’d bring back good memories."

"What a great idea. Are we having a barbecue?"

"Of course. You’ll help me grill the meat."

"Gladly!"

It seems like everyone’s looking forward to tonight. I really hope everything goes well.

Saturday, April 16; 7:30 PM - Bronze House.

Lucy loved my house, but she didn’t do too badly with hers either. It’s a small house with a lovely, well-kept garden. Like me, they live away from the city, in a very friendly neighborhood. It’s peaceful. You can’t hear anything, even though we’re outside sipping a drink for now. The Dads and Jenni are handling the grilling. Jenni looks a lot like her dad. The mothers are, to my relief, inside preparing salads. I have some breathing room and, more importantly, an escape from my mother-in-law’s watchful eyes. She won’t stop. I feel like she’s scrutinizing my every move. It’s very unsettling. Thankfully, Alexia keeps me relaxed with casual conversation.

"I need to use the bathroom before we sit down," I tell Lucy. "Can you show me where it is?"

"I’ll come with you."

"Oh no, you don’t have to. Just tell me."

"Sweetheart, I’m coming with you," she insists. "We’ll be back in ten minutes," she tells Ale.

"No problem, I’ll check in on the others in the meantime."

She winks at me as we walk into the house. Lucy takes me upstairs, which feels strange at the moment. But then she opens the door to the bathroom, right next to her bedroom. At least now I know I won’t have trouble finding it if I need to during the night.

"Thanks."

"Is everything okay, love?" she asks, stopping me with her question.

"Yes, of course. Why wouldn’t it be?"

"Well, you’re not as cheerful as when we left Lisbon."

"Well… your mother is quite the character, but I’ll be fine."

She chuckles softly, sliding her hands around my waist.

"I know, I’m sorry if she’s making you uncomfortable."

"Oh no, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault, and honestly, she’s not making me that uncomfortable. I haven’t even spoken to her yet."

"You’re right," she sighs. "I know she likes to observe before acting, but she’s never been this intense. I’ll say something to her eventually."

"No! Please don’t, Lucy. I don’t want her to think I’m playing the victim or anything."

She sighs heavily. I cup her cheek, and she looks up at me.

"And then what? I’m not going to let her create tension between you two during this trip."

"Well, I don’t know… Maybe she’s waiting for me to approach her? Maybe I should make the first move. What do you think?"

"I’m not sure you’re ready to—"

"Ready for what?" I interrupt. "I think I’ve been through enough to handle a conversation with your mom, Lucia."

"That’s not what I meant," she sighs.

She averts her gaze, clearly thinking it over. I can tell she’s nervous. Either she’s hiding something serious, or she doesn’t think I can handle her mother.

"Okay… If you feel like facing her, go ahead. She’ll appreciate the gesture."

"Thank you."

I smile and kiss her gently.

"Can I use the bathroom now? »

"Yes," she laughed. "I'll wait for you."

She let go of me, and I hurried to take care of what I needed to do. I washed my hands and came back out. Lucy was leaning against the door, looking deep in thought. I stood in front of her and wrapped my arms around her.

"Hey, how are you?"

She shrugged.

"I don’t know. It’s always strange coming back here."

"I can see that. We're far from peace and quiet, huh?"

"Yeah," she chuckled.

I gently stroked her hair, full of love.

"Do you want to talk?"

"No, it's fine."

"Okay... You know I love you, right?"

A small smile formed on her lips.

"Yeah, it seems like it..." she replied playfully.

"You think that’s funny, huh?" I asked, pulling away a little.

"Just a bit."

A small gasp escaped me when she flipped the roles. I found myself pressed against the wall, speechless as she kissed me softly. I kissed her back with growing desire.

"You’ll never love me as much as I love you," she teased.

"Wrong. I already love you more than you love me."

"No, I don't think so," she teased back.

"Girls! We're ready to eat!" Ale called from the stairs.

"Well, duty calls, it seems."

"Yeah, convenient for you."

"I don’t know what you’re talking about. Let’s go fill our stomachs instead of arguing over a debate that, in my opinion, has no possible outcome."

I chuckled softly.

"You're just afraid to lose, that's all."

"Are you done yet? I might start thinking you’re doubting my feelings."

She stepped back, crossing her arms. She was truly adorable when she pretended to sulk. Usually, it was me in that position. I tilted my head, smiling.

"Are you kidding? After our nights at the beach, there's no way I could ever doubt your feelings."

I moved closer to her again, pressing our bodies together. Her hand gliding over my hip caught me off guard, and once again, she had me pinned against the wall. My breath was short, but I let her kiss me once more, tenderly. I felt myself surrender more and more, and I loved it. I had developed an unshakable trust in her. Last week had truly been paradise. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I had fully found myself again. We were in perfect harmony, and nothing made me happier than knowing we’d be living together permanently in just a few weeks. I snapped back to reality when Lucy started to venture a little too far along my neck.

"Lucia," I whispered.

That didn’t seem to stop her, but a pinch on her butt certainly did the trick.

"Hey!" she protested.

"You made me wait for nights last week because we were under my grandfather's roof. Don’t think you’re going to get away with it any easier here."

"And what, exactly? Want me to find us a beach?" she teased.

"You’re ridiculous," I giggled. "We almost got caught more than once last night, remember?"

"Oh, come on, it was kind of fun, wasn’t it?" she teased, letting her hand wander under my shirt.

"Sure, but you weren’t the one half undressed when it happened."

"True," she laughed.

I gave in to her lips one last time. That’s when we were interrupted by the sound of a throat clearing. I panicked a little but relaxed when I saw Ale standing there.

"So, this is what you've been up to this whole time? We’ve all been waiting for you."

"Sorry about that," Lucy laughed. "We’re coming."

"I hope so!"

She turned around without checking if we were following. I was ready to go, but Lucy held me back one more time. I thought we were done.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Forget about all that for now. Don’t worry about my mom tonight. Focus on me, okay? I want us to have a good evening for our first night here. Can you do that for me?"

I took a deep breath but nodded.

"Okay," I murmured. "I’ll try."

"Thank you. I love you, don’t forget that."

I smiled as she kissed me one last time. Now it was time to keep my promise. I just hoped her mom wouldn’t traumatize me.

Sunday, April 17th, 08:30 AM - Bronze House

I groaned as I felt movement beside me. I reached out to place my arm over Lucy’s body, but I realized she wasn’t lying down anymore.

"What are you doing?" I mumbled.

"Shhh, go back to sleep."

"Where are you going?" I grumbled, blinking as she tried to get out of bed.

"I can't sleep anymore. Jenni texted me. We’re going for a run."

I sighed contentedly as she stroked my head. It felt so good. I closed my eyes again.

"You're leaving me alone?"

"We’re just doing a quick loop around the neighborhood. You won’t have to leave here without me, okay?"

"Hmm..."

I heard her words, but I was too tired to process them. Lucy chuckled at my response.

"I love you. See you soon."

I felt her lips against mine. I let out another small groan as she finally got out of bed. I wasn’t able to stop her, but instead, I slid over to her side of the bed, hugging her pillow to me. On the one hand, I hated that she left me alone for her morning runs, but on the other, I loved being able to enjoy her side of the bed in her absence. Without fully realizing it, I drifted back to sleep.

Sunday, April 17th, 09:00 AM - Bronze House

I stretched out in the big bed, realizing I was alone. I vaguely remembered why, thanks to Lucy’s departure. I sighed and reached for my phone. It was still early for me, but I could hear movement in the house. There was noise coming from downstairs. I didn’t know when Lucy had left, but I didn’t particularly feel like waiting for her up here. Knowing Alexia, she was probably still sleeping. She loved to sleep in as much as I did. Or, maybe she had gone with the others. That was a possibility too. I waited for a while, but eventually decided to get out of bed. It was ridiculous to stay there, and with a bit of luck, Lucy’s dad would be downstairs. I took the time to get dressed and make the bed before heading to the bathroom next to the room. I brushed my teeth and fixed my hair before heading downstairs. After all, I was at my in-laws’ house, and the least I could do was look presentable. My feet led me to the kitchen after I noticed the living room was empty. I instantly regretted leaving the bed when I saw that the only person there was Lucy’s mother, who had, of course, already spotted me.

"Good morning," I said, a bit awkwardly.

"Good morning, Ona."

"How are you? Is there anything I can help you with?"

The woman smiled. That was a first. I hadn’t received a smile from her yet. I’d had a pleasant evening yesterday, but I’d had to ignore her to avoid feeling uncomfortable.

"Lucy told us that you don’t particularly like cooking. Maybe you could set the table, if you remember where the silverware is."

I blushed furiously. Lucy had really told them that? We were going to need to have a little talk.

"Y-yes, of course," I stammered.

We’d put the dishwasher away last night, so I remembered perfectly where everything was. I moved toward the kitchen to start looking for the plates.

"So, she was right?" Lucy’s mother asked.

I swallowed hard. Had she painted me as some sort of failure to her parents? I felt embarrassed by the answer I was about to give.

"Yes, it's true. I never really took the time to learn how to cook, but I do help Lucy from time to time since we moved in together. Well, on weekends, at least," I added, unsure of how much she actually knew.

I prefer to stay honest. It’s not by lying that I will gain her sympathy. She doesn’t respond, so I step forward to the table to set down four plates.

“Are you planning to take care of my daughter?”

The question catches me off guard. She stopped what she was doing to look me straight in the eye. I realize she’ll probably judge my answer if it’s not what she expects.

“I understand you might feel uncomfortable with my behavior,” she continues. “But you have to understand, I only have one child. It’s my duty to know if she’s in good hands.”

I take a deep breath. In a way, I’m glad she started the conversation. I would have never had the courage to do it myself. Besides, the question was simple. I just needed to answer from the heart.

“I love your daughter, so of course, I’m going to take care of her. She’s my priority.”

“You love her, huh? So, you’re not with her out of interest?”

“What—what? No!” I reply, offended. “Lucy has given me so much, and I have genuine feelings for her. I would never use her.”

“Really? So there’s no ulterior motive? Not even a financial one?”

I laugh bitterly. This woman is something else. What does she think? I can see that my attitude doesn’t please her, but I can’t help it. I close my eyes for a moment, clench my fists, and collect myself.

“No, none at all,” I reply more harshly than I intended. “If you know so much, I imagine Lucy has also told you about my father’s death... So you should know I inherited everything from him. Even his house in Lisbon, so you can understand that I’m not in need financially.”

I don’t like that she’s doubting our love so much. Plus, forcing me to talk about my father—that’s the last straw. Unexpectedly, her eyes soften, which is rather disconcerting. Up until now, she’s only looked at me with judgment and coldness.

“I did hear about that tragedy. My condolences. I’m also sorry for attacking you like this, but I’m still Lucy’s mother, and I have to protect her. She’s been through enough, but you seem to be good for her.”

Her words make my heart skip a beat. What does she mean by “been through enough”? Is she referring to her relationship with Keira? I don’t know why, but since what Lucy told me last week and how she’s been acting since we got here, I have doubts that it’s just that. Something else must have happened here too.

“I observed you a lot last night. I can see that you make my daughter happy, and after this conversation, you seem like a remarkable young woman. Know that Lucy needs support, even though she’ll never admit it.”

I struggle to hide my surprise. Until now, I never noticed that Lucy needed support. On the contrary, she’s always the one who’s supported me.

“Don’t look so surprised. You’re already supporting her without even realizing it, so keep it up. The only thing I’ll ask of you is to never betray her or break her heart.”

I blink several times. Am I to understand that she’s finally giving me her approval? It touches me in a way, considering the person standing in front of me. I blush despite myself and nod.

“Absolutely not, ma’am. I wouldn’t even think of it. I love her far too much to do something like that. I fully intend to keep Lucy by my side forever.”

She nods calmly, with a small smile.

“Good. I’m trusting you with my daughter, then. Take care of her. And you can call me Diane from now on.”

A weight lifts off my shoulders at those words. The conversation is going well.

“Welcome to the family, Ona.”

Definitely going well. Her words warm my heart. She’s clearly offering me recognition. I smile gently.

“Thank you... Diane.”

“Do you like pancakes?”

“Oh yes, especially Lucy’s,” I admit enthusiastically.

“Well, you’ll have to settle for mine today. But they shouldn’t be much different from my daughter’s since I’m the one who taught her.”

I smile softly and nod. I continue setting the table, and when I’m done, I hear the front door slam. My girlfriend’s laughter and Jenni’s echo in the hallway before they appear in the room.

“Hello!” she says cheerfully.

Her expression shifts to surprise when she sees me here. She wasn’t expecting it. After all, she asked me to wait upstairs. But that was out of the question for me. I wanted to take the opportunity to talk with her mother, and now that’s done.

“Hey,” I greet them.

“Oh, you came downstairs after all.”

“You told her to wait upstairs?” her mother scolds. “I wasn’t going to eat her.”

“Oh, with you, who knows,” Lucy laughs before coming over to hug me. I let myself relax until I catch a whiff of her scent. I grimace and try to push her away, but she holds on tighter.

“You stink,” I point out.

“What? You don’t like my natural scent?” she teases.

“Yes, but definitely not your sweat.”

She laughs before kissing me. Her lips carry me away every time. It’s as if I melt in her arms.

“Everything okay? She didn’t torture you too much?”

“No,” I giggle. “Everything went fine.”

She nods, glancing briefly at her mother, who doesn’t seem concerned about us.

“Are you and your girlfriend staying for breakfast, Jenni?” she asks instead.

“No, I’m heading home. I’m expected there, and I need a shower too.”

“Great idea,” Lucy comments. “We’ll take one as well. See you this afternoon?”

“Yeah, we’ll text to figure something out.”

“Okay, sounds good.”

“See you later.”

She turns around and leaves as if it’s nothing. Something tells me she feels right at home here. She seems very comfortable and well-accepted by my girlfriend’s family. Lucy catches my attention by kissing my cheek.

“Are you done here? Will you join me?”

“Oh, um…”

I blush. I think I understood what she meant earlier when she said “we” to Jenni. I glance at her mother for some sort of approval. She doesn’t seem to care. She’s not even looking at us. I turn back to Lucy, who has a mischievous expression.

“We can’t do that,” I say softly so only she can hear.

“Come on. No one’s upstairs, and we can talk about what happened while I was gone.”

She teases me, playing with the hem of my t-shirt. I shake my head, but Lucy isn’t giving up.

“Mom, will you call us when it’s ready?”

“Yes, go ahead. We’ll call you when it’s time.”

“Perfect, thanks.”

Lucy grabs my hand and leads me upstairs before I have a chance to understand what’s happening. I hardly recognize her. She’s never been this persistent. We arrive upstairs, and she guides me into the family bathroom.

“You’re exaggerating. We can’t do this here.”

"We're not going to do anything. I just want to take a shower with you. Is that too much to ask?"

She tilts her head while teasing the back of my bra under my t-shirt. I roll my eyes but smile nonetheless. She seems to really want this moment, so I give in.

"Just a quick shower, but don’t say I didn’t warn you."

"Thank you, my love. I’ll go get some clothes. You get the towels ready."

She gives me a quick kiss before disappearing into her bedroom. A pretty spacious room, by the way. It’s about the size of our room in Manchester, with fairly neutral colors. Actually, it resembles her apartment’s style a lot—minimalistic, but very pretty and harmonious. I listen to her and go in search of the towels. This room has a bathtub, a shower, and some storage cabinets. I hope she doesn’t get any ideas when she sees the bath... She's been quite playful these past few days. I jump when arms suddenly wrap around me from behind. I didn’t even have time to look before she’s already here.

"Haven’t you taken your clothes off yet?" she whispers.

"I was waiting for you. And honestly, I haven’t even found the towels."

I turn around to face her and also to check if the door is locked, which it is.

"Did you lock it?"

"Of course. Now, undress."

She kicks things off by stripping off her clothes, letting them fall to the floor. Unlike her, I plan on putting mine back on, so I fold them neatly. Meanwhile, she turns on the water and checks the temperature. I feel happy to be getting more comfortable around her. She makes me feel wanted. It's been a long time since I’ve felt that way.

"So, where are the towels?" I ask.

"Right here, look."

She points to a cabinet right next to the shower. I grab two for later. When I turn around, Lucy already has her hand on my waist.

"You're really eager today," I giggle. "What’s going on with you?"

"I don’t know. I just want to spend time with you."

"Quick, remember," I say as she pulls me under the water.

"Promise," she laughs. "Just a shower," she murmurs against my lips.

I smile as she kisses me, closing the door behind her. We try to share the water jets as best as we can. The space is smaller than anything we’ve been in before. Lucy keeps her promise and just focuses on washing me. She takes her time, lost in thought. I know she enjoys doing it, so I don’t say anything. I like it too. The way she looks at me makes me feel like a wonder of the world. It’s so crazy, considering how much I dislike my body.

"Everything okay?" I ask.

"Of course," she says, smiling softly. "I’m with you, so everything’s fine."

She says that, but I can tell something’s bothering her. She kisses me, so I stay quiet. I rinse off once she’s done. Now it’s my turn to pamper her. I start with her hair. I smile when I see her close her eyes. Looks like someone really needed this. I understand better why she insisted on having me with her. I take advantage of the moment to kiss her shoulder.

"Don’t start if you want me to stay calm," she mumbles.

"Oh, but you will stay calm. It’s my turn to take care of you."

"Really, hmm?"

She sighs in contentment as I give her a scalp massage. I start to wonder if she’s simply letting go...

"Yes. I know how to do it, and you seem to need it."

"You’re right."

I smile. It’s rare for her to admit things like this, especially so easily. That must mean it’s true.

"Do you want to talk about it?" I whisper.

"No."

"Ladies, dinner will be ready soon," comes the distinct voice of Lucy’s father, interrupting us.

"We’d better hurry up," my girlfriend advises.

"Okay..."

I let it go for now. She really doesn’t seem to want to talk. I get the sense I’m not the only one who’d prefer to escape the past... I finish washing her quickly so we can get out. The last thing I want is to upset Lucy’s parents, even if everything seems to have settled down.

[morticai]

EPISODE 1: The Vanishing

pairing — exes to lovers Jungkook x you the following story is explicit, 18+ MDNI — smut, angst, dark romance, missing person, sensitive themes. so discretion is advised. 3,430 words

“Someone is always watching. The trick is figuring out when they stopped being a friend.”

                        Rosefield, Washington. September 14th. 9:46 PM.

It started with rain. Not a storm. Not thunder or lightning. Just the kind of soft, steady rainfall that tapped against the window like it knew you were alone. Like it wanted in.

The fog had crept in hours ago, crawling between trees and rooftops, thickening the air until everything outside looked blurred and distant. Your apartment sat on the third floor, tucked above a row of shuttered antique stores and a bakery that always smelled better than it tasted. Tonight, the world felt muted. As if someone had turned the volume down on reality.

You sat hunched over your coffee table, half-drunk tea gone cold beside you. The only light came from a small lamp in the corner and the record player spinning something strange. Something instrumental and slow and a little off-key. The kind of music that settled in your bones without permission.

The journal in your lap was older than anything in the museum you worked for. Bound in cracking leather. Ink fading like breath. You weren’t supposed to have it. But no one had to know.

Then your phone buzzed. Sharp. Jarring.

You ignored it.

Buzz. Again. A little louder this time. You paused, fingers tightening on the page you were turning.

Buzz. A third. And this time, your chest tightened before your eyes even moved.

You picked it up. Three texts. All from Rosie.

rosie posie 5min Do you remember what happened that night? rosie posie 2min They know. I’m sorry. rosie posie 2min Don’t trust anyone. Not even them.

The blood left your face so fast it made you cold. You stared at the screen, trying to understand what you were looking at. The words looked simple. But they weren’t. They felt sharp. Like they’d been cut into your phone. Like they’d been waiting to be read.

You read them again. And again. Slower each time.

There was a stillness inside you that hadn’t existed seconds ago. Something familiar. The kind of instinct that woke animals before an earthquake. That made your breath go shallow. That told you you were already too late.

You stood, moved to the window. Pulled the curtain back with fingers that didn’t feel like yours.

The street below was slick with rain. Streetlights blurred halos in the mist. The pines swayed gently beyond the last row of houses like they were keeping secrets.

Your own reflection stared back from the glass. Pale. Wide-eyed. Not blinking.

Downtown, a single flickering neon sign cut through the fog. The Hollow Pine. The O always out. Jimin’s bar. You didn’t need to check the time. He’d be closing up soon. Probably texting you within the hour, asking the same question he always did.

Company or closure?

But tonight, you didn’t want either.

You just wanted Rosie to answer her phone.

                             The next morning

Roseanne Park was officially declared missing at 8:22 AM.

You were still awake when it happened. You hadn’t slept. The messages kept flashing behind your eyelids every time you blinked. The sound of her name made your hands ache.

By 9:05, her face was on every phone screen, every neighborhood chat, every Facebook thread where people pretended they cared more than they did.

By 10:30, someone posted her yearbook photo on Reddit. Captioned:

“Would you miss her?”

You sat on your couch. The same place you’d been all night. Your tea was still cold. Still untouched. A new record had started spinning and you didn’t know when you’d flipped it.

Your fingers hovered above your screen. Waiting. Dreading.

Jennie called first.

“She texted me too,” she said. Her voice was sharp, too fast. Defensive. “What did it say?” There was a pause. Just long enough to hear her swallow. “Just... her being dramatic.”

No.

No, it wasn’t.

Because you had known Rosie since you were twelve. Rosie wasn’t dramatic. Rosie was silence. Precision. The kind of person who spoke with intention or not at all.

Jennie sounded tired. But it wasn’t exhaustion. It was panic in disguise. And beneath that, something else. Something fraying. Guilt?

You wanted to push. But the words stayed stuck in your throat.

A message lit up from Jisoo.

sooya 10min Meet me by the greenhouse. Bring the others. We need to talk.

You replied. You didn’t ask what it was about. You already knew.

Lisa never responded. But later, on her private story, she posted something that made your stomach twist. A photo.

Rosie’s shadow. Long and warped on a cracked wall. Below it, a match caught mid-light. The flame was small. But it was rising.

You sent her a message anyway.

you @ lalalisa 24min Did she come to see you?

Nothing. No reply. Not even a read receipt.

It felt like everything was starting to peel at the edges. Like the town was shifting beneath your feet. And no one else was noticing.

You left the apartment just before noon. Needed air. Or movement. Or something other than silence.

The town looked like it had been painted in gray. The plaza was mostly empty, rain puddling in every crack between the cobblestones. Your boots hit the ground hard. Each step louder than the last.

You passed Taehyung’s art gallery. The front windows were fogged over, light barely shining through a single gap in the blinds. The door was locked. No sign of movement inside.

Jennie once said it was the only place she felt safe.

But she hadn’t set foot inside since June.

Outside the entrance, leaned gently against the wall like it had been waiting there, was a white umbrella.

The same kind Rosie used to carry.

Your eyes locked on it for too long. But your feet didn’t stop.

You just kept walking.

At 3:33 PM your buzzer rang once. Then again.

You didn’t ask who it was. You suspected he would show soon or later.

Detective Kim Namjoon stood in the hallway, rain still caught in the cuffs of his jacket. His hair was damp. His face was unreadable. It always was now.

He used to laugh when he saw you. Joke. Steal your fries. Now, he just watched you the way people do when they’re waiting for you to give yourself away.

“Rosie messaged you, didn’t she?” “Yes.” “Do you still have them?” “...No.”

The lie came easier than it should have. Too fast. Too clean.

Namjoon’s jaw flexed. His eyes didn’t move.

“We need your help, _____. Before this turns into something else.”

You didn’t ask what something else meant. You already knew.

And it was already too late.

· · · · · · · · · ·

You told yourself you weren’t going to do it.

But by nightfall, you were standing in front of Rosie’s building.

The rain had stopped. But the air was still wet. Still thick. The kind of night that made everything feel close. Too close.

Your fingers didn’t hesitate when they found the spare key in your coat pocket. She’d never asked for it back.

Inside, it was quiet. Not empty. Just hollow.

Rosie had always kept her space clean. Neat. But this was surgical. Not a mug out of place. Not a drawer left cracked. No coat hung by the door. It felt like someone had cleaned her out of her own life.

The windows were open just a little. Letting in the chill. Letting the room breathe, like she always said. Her scent still clung to the air. Mint. Cedar. Something sharp beneath it. Like smoke, maybe. Or the edge of something breaking.

You walked straight to her desk. Sat down slowly. Like you were sitting in someone else’s memory.

Her journal was waiting.

You opened it with fingers that didn’t feel like yours.

The last page stopped your heart.

        He said I should’ve stayed quiet. But I can’t live like this. If anything happens to me, it’s because I finally        spoke.

You didn’t get to read it again.

Because that’s when you heard the sound.

A creak. Old floorboard. Back of the room.

You froze. The kind of stillness that’s deeper than fear.

“Still snooping through other people’s shit, huh?”

His voice.

You closed your eyes. Just for a second.

Of course it was him.

You turned, slow, like if you did it fast, you’d wake up from something.

Jungkook was standing just inside the doorway. Rainwater dripping from the ends of his hair, soaking the collar of his hoodie. His hands at his sides. Tense.

Every part of you tensed. Not from fear. From memory. From the kind of past you tried to drink away and bury in someone else’s arms.

His eyes met yours. No warmth. Just weight.

Then they dropped. To the journal. To your hand. To the fact that you were here.

“I didn’t do it,” he said.

You held his gaze.

“I didn’t say you did.” “But you’re thinking it.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. Then back up.

The room got smaller.

You stepped back an inch. Just enough to breathe.

You thought of Jimin. His stupid jokes. His hands. The way he never made you feel like you were walking into a fire.

Jungkook? He was the fire.

He stepped forward. Each step louder than it should’ve been. Like the room wanted you to hear him coming.

He stopped right in front of you.

Close enough that you could smell him. Woodsmoke. Rain. And something that had always made you forget what safety felt like.

His hand lifted. He hesitated. Then his fingers brushed your jaw, barely there, like he didn’t mean to. Like it hurt to touch you.

“Why are you really here, _____?” “To find out what happened to Rosie.” “Bullshit.”

He reached into his coat. Pulled out a folded piece of paper. Creased. Familiar.

Rosie’s.

He held it between you. Didn’t let go.

“You shouldn’t be here,” you said. “Neither should you.”

His voice dropped lower. Eyes dragging over every part of you like he was memorizing what he’d already burned into memory.

“But you came anyway.”

You didn’t move.

You didn’t want to.

When he let go of the note, it was like the room exhaled.

You looked down.

       Run. Before you end up like me.

When you looked up again, he was already gone. Leaving you with wet footprints and a feeling you thought you’d buried a long time ago.

You walked home.

Didn’t remember the walk.

Just the cold. Just the flickering streetlights.

You passed Lisa’s tattoo studio. Lights off. Curtains drawn.

But behind the glass, a single candle burned low. Almost out.

On the door, taped crooked and wet, was Rosie’s missing poster.

Someone had taken a marker. A thick one.

Drawn a red X straight through her face.

Your breath left your lungs all at once. You reached for the door before you even realized your hand was moving. But it was locked. No one was inside.

You didn’t realize you were crying until you heard a familiar voice through your earbuds.

The radio show, Hoseok's. The one you never meant to listen to but always did.

“Tonight’s air tastes wrong, Rosefield. A girl is missing. But someone called us. No name. Just fear. She said someone was watching.” “She hung up when I asked if she was alone.”

The static buzzed in your ears like insects.

You turned.

The woods behind you moved.

Not the wind.

Not a deer.

Movement. Watching.

You couldn’t see it.

But it could see you.

For the first time since Rosie disappeared, you were certain of one thing.

You weren’t alone.

And someone wanted you to feel that.

Should you report Rosie's messages to Detective Namjoon—or keep them secret and investigate on your own?

Poll closes in a week. Your choice shapes the truth.

[little-one-eyed-monsters]

Quick Pitch: Dream Projects for my Favorite Thai BL pairs

For context: When Singto Prachaya left GMMTV in 2021, and ceased all partner activities with Krist, I was truly heartbroken.

We all have our entry series into the BL genre. Many of us might have started with 2Gether-- the BL that helped usher the genre into the mainstream, or KinnPorsche, the most high-production BL series of its time.

For me, it was Thailand's Sotus. I absolutely adored KristSingto and was rooting for them to have more shows. When Singto left, I was devastated.

I don't blame Singto of course. By that point GMMTV really was giving him and Krist the short end of the career stick, but man, what a bummer. I used to joke with fellow Peraya fanclub members that my dream project for KristSingto, if in an impossible world Singto rejoins GMMTV, is about exes getting back together, just to be really meta about it.

Fast forward late 2024, and GMMTV announced a series called The Ex-Morning starring Krist and Singto.

And ya' know what? I'll take credit for that (even though I had nothing to do with it). Yes, I called that.

So since I'm obviously a wizard, Harry (proof above), let me conjure up a few more dream projects for my favorite Thai BL pairs, in the hopes that the BL gods, (a.k.a producers) will heed it.

Also, I did one of these for SmartBoom of Top Form already (because they deserve to have more shows yesterday) here.

Alright, let's begin with:

1. Yinwar- a BL remake of Korea's Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

War's truly expressive, overdramatic acting style is PERFECT for historical dramas. He's a shoe-in for scenes that require intense confrontations and betreyals. I'd even argue that War's technique often clashes with Yin's boy-next-door acting style, which fits more rom-com than drama. So the perfect vehicle to balance the two? A main character from the present (Yin) gets isekai'd into the past, and finds himself in the middle of a civil war, and the true heir to the kingdom (War) is mounting a coup to overthrow his father's evil advisers. I can picture the shenanigans already 😅

Just a tip tho, PLEASE do not follow the ending of Moon Lovers for YinWar. The original ending was depressing. Let's give YinWar happier endings in 2025 and beyond.

2. UpPoom- an adaptation of USA's Red, White and Royal Blue

Both Up and Poom are such masterful actors-- truly leagues ahead of the current BL roster. And most of it has to do with their experience (which I touched upon in a previous post). However, because they're both great at playing broody or villainous characters, the audience often forgets that Up and Poom are actually VERY good at one genre-- COMEDY.

Poom absolutely STOLE the show as the wisecrack sidekick in Jenny AM/PM (a series starring Singto), while Up had great comedic timing in Start Up TH. So imagine a romcom filled with both wild shenanigans, and a broody, political sideplot-- a dream project for Up and Poom. Up will play the son of Thailand's Prime Minister, helping in his father's re-election campaign while running for a cabinet position himself (perfect for Up, considering his doctorate in Political Science). He falls in love with the worst person he can possibly end up with due to Thailand's strict les majeste laws-- the King's second son and the only heir to the throne of Thailand (Poom). Chaos ensues.

Up and Poom can balance between the serious, tearjerking scenes of the plot, while maintaining the chemistry and rom-com core of the original. Bonus: Poom loves desserts! Let them eat cake! (Or get smothered in cake)

3. BossNoeul- a BL adaptation of USA spy film Mr. and Mrs. Smith

A sexy action thriller for BossNoeul. Need I say more? Both of them have previously expressed their desire to star in action-themed series. But Boss' acting style and persona aren't quite suited for the brute and macho demeanor that Kinnporsche, or even Manner of Death, has. His strength lies in being mysterious-- suave, predatory, but not too forward; like a fox. Boss would play a great James Bond character.

And Noeul plays desire devastatingly well. Say what you want about that boy's acting-- his sex appeal is still the best in the business. He can go from innocent to sexy in one glance. A femme fatale-type character who uses both his skill and beauty to get the job done? Magic.

Combine the two and you get a series that will break the internet the same way Brangelina broke our collective minds in the early 2000s.

4. TayNew- a remake of Taiwanese BL Papa and Daddy

As a Polca, I've always been well-fed by the GMM machine. Even when New refused to renew an exclusive contract with GMMTV years ago, he didn't cease to take projects with them, and star along Tay in any and all manner of shows and content. They've had so many BLs, and more to come. They have their own mascot now, dear God. They'll have their own building at the GMM compound at this rate.

It is therefore only fitting that the longest-surviving Thai BL pair gets the most mature storyline any ship can possibly get--parenthood. Tay and New have established such a comfortable, domestic dynamic that they'll blend seamlessly into the role of new parents navigating marriage and their own family unit. It can serve as a wholesome tribute to Thailand's legalization of same-sex unions. Show how the adoption system remains brutal for same sex couples. And let's be real: Tay and New have no need for storylines that establish romance and chemistry anymore. They're so in sync and recognizable that even their bromance shows like Peaceful Property read off as BL. They ARE the romance now.

Do it, GMM. Give us sweet domesticity.

5. Billkin and PP Krit- a BL remake of Japan's The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window

My biggest gripe with BKPP's remake of Marry My Dead Body is that, similar to its Taiwanese adaptation, it feels like the producers didn't commit to the bit. And what is that bit, you may ask? It's the bit where the main homophobic cop character is obviously queer-coded. At times he showed true attraction to his ghostly husband, and by the end, even starts to question himself and his motives. But that's a rant for another post. What I'm trying to say here is that Billkin and PP Krit were obviously hampered by the source material. I want them to redeem themselves with a better vehicle.

The Night Beyond the Tricornered Window features the same supernatural and mystery elements that MMDB does-- about the unlikely partnership between a clairvoyant bookstore clerk, who gets hired by an exorcist assisting in police investigations. It's the perfect show to showcase Billkin and PP Krit's dramatic chops, given the heavy plot, but also a chance for them to feature in something befitting their star quality-- an intelligent plot with great character dynamics, and the most horrifying fantastical scenes to boot. They would easily KILL these roles. And this time, I know they'll make it a true BL, since the original manga relied on the romance of its characters for later plot resolutions.

6. WilliamEst- a remake of Taiwanese BL We Best Love

I gotta admit, this was a tough pick. I've seen so many Taiwanese BLs, but We Best Love is still MY number one from Taiwan, and my number 5 of all time. There's something so charming and light about it, while delivering truly believable performances and a relationship dynamic that's so well-matched. In my book, William and Est have some very big shoes to fill.

But I really think they could do it. They match the age and personality of the characters well. William can play the moody, temperamental 2nd fiddle who's unrequitedly in love with his best friend, while Est can play William's quieter, and better-skilled rival who's always had a thing for William's character. Bonus: Est is a nationally-ranked swimmer, and William is a musical prodigy, which are integral traits of the original characters. William and Est also exhibit a comfortable familiarity with each other due to their long acquaintance, again similar to the original characters.

7. DaouOffroad- a remake of Taiwanese BL First Note of Love

How do Daou and Offroad NOT have a music-themed series yet? Their whole persona revolves around their musicality! I want them to navigate the highs and lows of the music industry, while being a little jaded about all of it.

Daou could really play off a character whose disillusioned about his fame and carries around a personal tragic backstory. I think Daou would relate to all this pretty organically, given his early struggles in the industry. Offroad can play the fan-turned-upstart who'll help Daou find meaning to his music again. And then they'll release an OST-adjacent album that will sell millions of copies around the world 😅

And for a bonus:

Neo Trai (yes, just Neo 😅)- a truly unhinged remake of Japan's legendary show A Man Who Defies the World of BL

In my head, they'll film this at the top floor of the GMM building, with all of GMMTV's established BL pairs just casually being lovey-dovey in the weirdest places-- the breakroom, the main office, the stairwell, even the bathrooms. Neo, traumatized, is out here trying to buy lunch at the concessionaire stall downstairs 😅

Neo resolutely rejects all manner of "pairings" being thrown at him, until at the end he latches on to the one guy nobody wants to pair him up with (Mond Tanutchai maybe? Hahaha the ghost ship in My Golden Blood lives in my head rent-free). Imagine the CHAOS- I love it dearly already.

That's all and thanks for finishing this mammoth-sized post. If you don't see your ship here, feel free to share which dream projects you have for yours, and feel free to make lists of your own. Stay kooky folks! 😁

[antoncyng]

another small drabble because these kind of plots have been on my mind ever since the video of jennie surprising rose on her fancall 2 years ago.. can you see where im going ? so imagine this with you and wonbin.. 🤍

surprise! - park wonbin

idol!bf!wonbin x nonidol fem!reader

warnings: complete fluff, wonbin as a whipped af bf, supportive reader gf, pet names (angel, baby, princess)

wc : 763

seeing your boyfriend of 3 and a half years get to the top of album charts internationally and in korea, it made you proud. at most times you felt like a proud mom watching her son grow into his dream, and wonbin always knew he had an amazing supportive girlfriend waiting for him at home after his long schedules. at first, the difference between schedules was a small problem when wonbin first debuted. RIIZE was busy everyday, music show after music show. and when they weren’t recording pre-recordings for music bank or inkigayo, they were recording songs. comeback after comeback, wonbin was tired! his favorite part of the day was being able to come home to his affectionate girlfriend, and listen to her day as he slowly falls asleep in her arms.

“baby i have to go now,” wonbin said with a small frown as he looked down at you, clinging onto the standing boys torso as you sat in bed, just woke up. “its so early, i dont want you to go yet” you said, mumbling the words into his shirt as you heard his chuckle at your actions. “i’ll be home soon tonight, we have a fancall and thats it okay? ill be back soon” he told you, gently brushing his fingers through your bed hair, looking up at him and nodding. he bent down to give you a last kiss for that morning before he left, leaving you home alone.

but you were planning something for wonbin, he told you multiple times before that he enjoyed talking to fans and interacting with them through calls, but he got very socially drained easily. and what was the cure to that? you. yes, you spent $650 on albums for your boyfriend to cheer him up while he did his job, and thankfully you got in! you used a different name, your english(or second) name that your parents gave you, the name wonbin definitely wouldn’t be able to tell its you.

POV CHANGE ; yns pov

i got out of bed, looking at the time and remembering my time slot, i had until 3:50 pm. it was currently 11:00 am, i had all the time in the world right now! i sat on the couch going through netflix, finding a show. i finished a few episodes and looked at the time, oh okay its just 3:00.. wait its 3:00 already?! oh my god i have to get ready for the fancall! i jumped off of the couch and ran to my room, changing only my top since wonbin wouldn’t be able to see my pants, then into the bathroom to get ready, i finished my makeup and looked at the time. perfect! 3:35, ill set up the phone and get ready for the call. i sat at my desk in me and wonbins shared room, my phone set up with my mirror lights on, a stand up background behind me with decorations and pictures of wonbin, feeling slightly cringed but excited to see his reaction. i checked the time again, 3:48, i should be getting the call anytime so-

*ring ring ring, ring ring ring*

the phone is ringing! okay, take a deep breath.. wait why am i so nervous? hes my boyfriend..

POV CHANGE BACK authors pov

you answer the video call, the staff holding up a piece of paper with the questions, “can you hear me when i say this?” she says hello and you nod, not wanting to use your voice yet in case wonbin was already listening. the staff held up an OK! 👌 hand and said “please wait”, soon enough you saw the phone being set up to a distracted wonbin, looking down at the album.

“hello? earth to wonbin?” you said with a big smile on your face, watching him snap his head up with a huge smile painted on his face as soon as he recognized your voice. “princess, what are you doing here? why would you buy my fancall?” he asked excitingly, before he got cut off by a younger members peeking his head into the camera. “hiiiii ynie!!” an excited sohee said, you waving to him as he got pushed and shooed away by wonbin. “i wanted to surprise you, i know you said your calls get tiring so i wanted to give you some energy,” you said smiling, then pointing to the background. “do you like it? i made it myself!” you said proudly, watching wonbins huge grin on his grow bigger.

“i love it, thank you angel, youll always be my number supporter hm?”