#music • not every song is a mic drop right from the top.

[tonyspank]

YOU RIGHT

Warnings: none i think Summary: You meet Olivia Rodrigo at a party. A/N: part 2?

Olivia Rodrigo x Reader

Fame. It was a blessing and a curse, bringing both adoration and scrutiny. The allure of the spotlight drew people in, but the constant invasion of privacy weighed heavily on those who experienced it.

You never wanted to be famous, with everyone watching your every move and judging your every decision. The pressure to maintain a perfect image becomes suffocating, leaving no room for mistakes or personal growth. It seemed like too much.

Your friends, on the other hand, envied the idea of fame. They saw it as a gateway to success, wealth, and recognition, and hell, it was.

The difference between Jack's and your bank accounts was big.

Jack Harlow, a rising rap artist, seemed to have it all. Jack Harlow, the same guy you used to hang out with and freestyle with in your basement, was now selling out arenas and topping the charts.

Jack Harlow, the same guy who would visit New York just to hang out with you, his best friend.

You'd know Jack since he was just starting out in the music industry. You had witnessed his journey from recording songs in his bedroom to signing a major record deal.

You were proud of him, he was truly like a brother to you, and seeing his success brought you immense joy. Despite his fame, Jack remained humble and always made time for the people who had supported him from the beginning.

Which is why he decided to drag you to a party in downtown Brooklyn, a place he hoped you would enjoy. The party was filled with talented musicians and industry professionals, nearly everyone there had some connection to the music industry.

You follow Jack as he maneuvers through the crowd, making his way to the DJ booth. You watch him dap up the DJ before he introduces you to him. "This is Zack Bia, his shit is fire. I swear to you." Jack says, leaning closer to you so you can hear him over the music.

Zack daps you up, giving you a warm smile before turning back to his DJ set. Zack leans into Jack's ear, whispering something that makes Jack quickly nod his head, you can slightly mouth the words "Oh yeah."

Zack presses a button on his DJ controller, and the music transitions seamlessly into Jack's song, Dua Lipa. He then hands him a mic, and Jack grabs it eagerly, ready to perform.

As the beat drops, Jack's voice fills the room, captivating everyone with his smooth delivery and undeniable stage presence. The crowd goes wild, their energy fueling Jack's performance as he effortlessly commands the small stage.

You find yourself nodding your head to the beat, unable to resist the infectious rhythm. The music pulsates through your body, making it impossible to stand still. Jack puts an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to him as you take a sip from your glass.

"Do the next part," Jack whispers in your ear, moving the microphone away from his lips. You laugh a bit, shaking your head. "Nah, man." Jack smiles, "C'mon."

He doesn't give you time to process your response before he moves the microphone to your mouth and starts singing the next verse. Caught off guard, you stumble over the lyrics for a moment before finding your voice and joining in.

Jack starts jumping up and down, his energy contagious as he encourages the crowd to sing along. "So, what's up?" Jack shouts into the microphone, moving it away from you.

You leave the stage, needing a drink and fresh air after being put on the spot like that. When you arrive at the bar, you see a brunette girl sitting by herself, her head down, as she types away on her phone.

You twist your lips, would she mind if you took a seat next to her?

The bartender looks up from cleaning a glass and nods at you, indicating that you can take a seat. When you settle down, you catch a glimpse of the girl's screen, noticing that she's scrolling through social media.

"What can I get you?" the bartender asks, breaking your focus. You quickly glance at the menu and order a shot of tequila.

You can feel it. Her eyes stare at your side profile, but you pretend not to notice and play with the rings on your fingers. What would you say to her if you mustered up the courage to strike up a conversation?

Moments later, the bartender returns with your shot of tequila, accidentally knocking over the girl's drink and proceeding to drop your shot on the table. "Shit! I am so sorry."

You chuckle and reassure the bartender that it's alright, searching for a napkin. "Do you have a napkin?" You ask the bartender, glancing at the wet stain on your jeans.

The bartender searches underneath the counter, unable to find a napkin. "I'm really sorry, but I don't have any napkins at the moment. There might be some in the bathroom upstairs."

You glance at the brunette, who is now wiping her drink off her dress with her hands. "I could also grab you a napkin too, if you'd like."

For the first time, she looks at you, and your stomach does backflips.

"I could come with." She smiles, her brown doe eyes staring into yours. Her smile is warm and inviting, making your heart race even faster. "That would be great," you say, trying to hide your excitement.

You both make your way up the stairs, squeezing past other people who are heading downstairs. As you reach the top, you notice a sign pointing towards the bathroom. The brunette leads the way, gracefully navigating through the crowd.

Huh. This place used to be a studio, you think to yourself, admiring the high ceilings and large windows. You walk into the bathroom with her, turning on the light to reveal a clean and modern design.

The marble countertops and sleek fixtures give the space an elegant touch. You can't help but feel a sense of relief knowing that you won't have to endure a grimy restroom experience tonight.

The brown-eyed girl lets out a huff, searching the bottom compartment for napkins. "Well, I didn't find any napkins, but..." she says, pulling out a blowdryer. "We can use this."

You laugh, impressed by her resourcefulness. "That's definitely a creative solution," you say, admiring her ability to think outside the box. "Who needs napkins when we have a blowdryer?" you joke, helping her plug in the blowdryer.

You sit on the countertop, waiting for the blow dryer to warm up. "I'm Y/N, by the way." The brown-eyed girl smiles and extends her free hand. "Nice to meet you, Y/N. I'm Olivia," she introduces herself, grateful for the unexpected company in this situation.

You shake hands, and you can't help but feel that this encounter might turn into an interesting and memorable experience.

Olivia raises the blowdryer on the wet spot on your jeans, causing you to jump a bit in surprise. "Sorry about that," she apologizes, her cheeks turning slightly pink.

"You're good, it's just a bit hot."

You smile as you watch her swing the blow dryer back and forth, blowing warm air onto your damp jeans. Olivia looks back at you with a small smile on her lips.

"Did you get dragged here too? Or did you come willingly?" You ask, trying to make conversation.

"A bit of both, you?"

You chuckle softly, your eyes glancing around the room. "Well, I guess you could say I was persuaded to come," you admit with a playful tone. "But I'm actually glad I did. It's been a while since I've hung around Jack...I missed him."

Olivia nods understandingly, her smile widening. "Jack, like Jack Harlow?" You nod in response, confirming her guess. "Yeah, that's the one. We used to be attached at the hip back in high school, but life got busy and we drifted apart. It's nice to reconnect and catch up."

"Do you make music too?" Olivia asks, curious. You shake your head, chuckling softly. "No, not like Jack. I'm more of a listener than a creator when it comes to music. But I've always admired his talent and passion for it."

"You make music, though, right?" You ask and Olivia nods, smiling. "Yes, I do. It's been a big part of my life for as long as I can remember. I like being able to express myself through music and connect with others who kind of relate. It's a form of therapy for me, a way to escape and let my emotions flow freely."

You hum, "I completely understand what you mean. Music has a way of speaking rather than using words." Olivia's smile widens, and she nods in agreement. "Exactly! I honestly can't imagine my life without music."

A comfortable silence settles between the two of you. Another one of Jack's songs begins to play, so loudly that you can faintly hear it all the way up here.

"Want me to dry your dress?" You break the silence, softly taking the blow dryer from her hands. "Oh! Uh, sure, thank you." You smile, hopping off the counter. "You wanna sit? I can help you up."

"Thank you, yeah..." You place the blowdryer down, gently placing your hands on her waist, before lifting her onto the counter. She settles down, her eyes never leaving yours.

"I've always wanted to play an instrument." You confess, doing the same motions with the blowdryer on her dress. "Really? Which one?" she asks, biting down on her lips, her eyes still on you.

You pause for a moment, contemplating your answer. "I think I've always been drawn to the guitar," you finally reply, meeting her eyes.

"Acoustic or electric?" she asks, a small smile forming on her lips. "Acoustic for sure. But I can't sing for shit, so no one-man band for me," you chuckle, causing her smile to widen.

"Well, who needs vocals when you can make the guitar sing?" she teases playfully, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

"What do you do, if you don't mind me asking?" Olivia inquires, her curiosity evident in her tone. "I'm a real estate agent, believe it or not."

"It's not as glamorous as being a musician, but it pays the bills," you say with a shrug. Olivia nods understandingly, her smile still present. "Do you wear a suit to work?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Sometimes," you reply with a smirk. "But most days, I prefer a more casual and comfortable look. I can't distract my clients with how good I look in a suit, you know?"

Olivia laughs and leans in, placing a hand on your forearm. "So, what's the most interesting property you've ever sold?" she asks.

"Well," you begin, "I once sold a mansion to Central Cee, you know, the UK rapper? He had some specific requests for the interior design, including a home studio and a custom-built gaming room. It was definitely a unique and exciting project to work on," you explain, reminiscing about the experience.

Olivia's eyes widen with intrigue as she listens attentively. "Is he the most famous client you've ever had?"

"Actually, no. I didn't directly sell a house to Drake, but I did have the opportunity to assist in finding him a property. And this was a while ago, maybe when he dropped that one Keke song."

Olivia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "Wow, why is that actually kind of cool?' You chuckle, turning off the blowdryer and setting it down on the counter. "Well, it was definitely a unique experience. It's not every day you get to work with someone as well-known as Drake."

Olivia nods. "I can only imagine what it must have been like. Did you get to meet him in person?"  

You smile and reply, "Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to meet him face-to-face. However, I did communicate with his team throughout the process and ensure that his preferences and requirements were met."

You let out a sigh, saying, "If you ever need to find property in the future, let me know." Olivia smiles, nodding her head. "Of course, I wouldn't want anyone else. I don't think all real estate agents help their future clients dry off their dresses when the bartender spills a drink on them." She chuckles, patting her dress to see if it was dry.

"I guess that's just one of the many perks of having a dedicated real estate agent like me," you reply with a wink. Olivia opens her mouth to speak, but knocking on the door interrupts her.

"You guys done in there? We've been waiting for ages!" a voice calls from outside. Olivia and you exchange amused glances before you reply, "Just a moment! We'll be right out."

"Here, I'll help you down." You stand in between Olivia's legs, placing your hands on her waist to support her as she steps down from the countertop.

Olivia's face flushes slightly as she looks up at you, grateful for your assistance. "Thank you," she says softly, moving a hair strand out of her face.

You smile at Olivia and give her a reassuring nod. "No problem at all," you respond, feeling a warm connection between the two of you. You can't help but notice how her hand lingers on your arm for a brief moment before she lets go.

You begin walking towards the door, opening it for Olivia to exit first. A messy-haired boy quickly rushes past the two of you, "Sorry, I have to shit!" he exclaims, nearly knocking Olivia over.

She stumbles slightly but regains her balance with your support. You exchange a knowing glance with Olivia, bursting into laughter at the unexpected interruption.

As the laughter subsides, Olivia thanks you for catching her and playfully nudges your arm. "It was nice meeting you, Olivia." You say, returning the playful nudge.

You give her one last glance before walking towards the flight of stairs. "Wait!" Olivia calls out, causing you to turn around. "Can I have your number? I'd love to keep in touch," Olivia asks, a hint of nervousness in her voice. You smile and reach for your phone, exchanging numbers with her.

Olivia pulls you into a hug, surprising you. You hesitate before returning the hug, wrapping your arm tightly around her waist. You pull away, your hands slightly lingering on her waist. "Don't be a stranger," you say, giving her a warm smile. Olivia returns the smile, nodding.

With a final wave, you turn and continue down the stairs, already looking forward to the next time you'll see each other.

[keyaho]

II. You Give Me Butterflies

summary: hotel rooms are becoming commonplace with the pair, however, getting to know each other at such a pace leads Nashae to tell Leati how she really feels about him touching her.

Coco sat in her home studio avoiding the eyes of her team of producers. She leaned forwards, her elbows resting on the desk space and her head in her hands. Her black hoodie was open, showing off a gift from Joe. The company that made the hoodie he gifted her, had a new maxi dress, and the fitted brown material molded to her skin. She knew he went above and beyond when her personal assistant remarked on how the item didn’t come out until the fall. Topped with the hoodie and tan sheepskin slippers, Coco was ready for bed more than she was for the studio. 

“Alright, what ideas do you have?” Gerrie, her main producetress, asked. “You said, new year, new ideas.” 

Though she kept to herself in the industry, her team was close and she trusted them, especially Gerrie. She had multiple songs where Gerrie’s heavy and soulful vocals were in the layering. It was rare the producer stepped up to the mic, but when she did, Coco was always grateful. There was something about the blend of their voices that always made Coco happy and excited to sing with Gerrie. However, when Gerrie was in her producer mode, she was all about keeping Coco moving forward with innovation and newness. 

“So, if I say I haven’t thought about it, would you all yell at me?” 

“No, but we’re side eyeing you girl.” Alicia, another close industry friend snickered. “We give you a damn deadline and you’ll drop a project ten minutes after agreeing to our plan.” 

Coco’s head shot up and she pursed her glossed lips. “That was one time and it worked!” 

Five years ago, Coco dropped her “self-titled” album, Yayha, on a Wednesday morning, with no promotion. This time she wanted a “self-titled” album, but with her real name attached to it. Everyone knew her as Yayha, when her fans were being funny they used Nashae. However, she hadn’t produced any music in her whole career where her real name was listed as the writer or producer. 

“I don’t want to do what I’ve already done,’ Coco hummed. 

Then it hit her. 

“I might not have thought about what the next project will be, but, there are some songs I have been creating and thinking about. It’s more pop based, though, however, I think I want to do small EP projects through out the year. Maybe four?” 

“Are we touring this?” Alicia asked. 

“Probably, but the tours would be small. Intimate. I’m not trying to go on a world tour right now.” 

“So, these four projects?” 

Coco opened up a document folder that had different songs saved. “I want to do a show four times. So, each set of songs get it’s own show.” 

“When do you want to start these?” Gerrie asked. She had her own notebook out and had begun jotting notes. 

“First show in March? Probably in Atlanta. The band, some dancers…’ 

“When are you going to drop the EP?” 

“Late February, the show is a surprise.” 

The creative juices began to flow. Ideas for stage, costumes, and all began to fill notebooks. She had already reached out to her choreographers and would bring them in for a meeting in a week. Coco felt her phone buzz and she saw Joe’s name and a text flash across her screen. 

Can you talk? 

Not at the moment, in the studio. 

You going to let me hear the new music? 

Maybe. 

“So you want to put out a new EP every three months?”

“Yeah,’ Coco replied. “After this year, I want to do a world tour and I mean, the world.” She put her phone down and faced her team.

She had plans of taking some time off to spend with her family. She felt like her career had taken her from them. She had nieces and nephews growing fast and she wanted to spend time with them. As well as her parents. 

“Well, we need to get started. Once you have a date, I will book the venue,’ Gerrie stood and gathered up her things. 

Alicia follow suit, already on the phone with the choreographers since Coco had given her a list of potential songs. The songs would be mixed, but they could get a gist of what the dancers should be doing. 

Jumping back into work, she knew this year was going to be crazy. Glancing down at her phone, she picked it up and sent Joe another text. His reply gave her butterflies. 

I’m always going to make time for my pretty girl. 

 January 11th, 2024, the night before Friday Night Smackdown

It was rare, but, when she could fly normally and under the radar she would. Having thwarted people by posting photos as if she was in another country, she booked the first flight that would take her to Lincoln, Nebraska. Grabbing her duffel bag, she slung it over her shoulder. It was a bit chilly when Coco stepped through the doors of the airport terminal. As soon as Joe said he would love for her to come to a show, she booked her flight ticket. It was a long flight of nervousness as they spent most of it talking. Her lips were still tingling from their last kiss and her dreams had been blessed with Joe and his mouth. 

She looked around and there he was, leaning against the hood of a Cadillac Escalade. Like her, he was in a mask and dark clothes, his hands folded in front of him. Even this far away, she could see his dark eyes had landed on her. 

Taking a deep breath she walked over, clutching the strap of her bag tightly. However, the closer she got to him, the bigger her smile grew behind her mask. Her feet shuffled a little faster until she was almost skipping into his arms. Those same thick arms she missed wrapped around her waist as she dropped her bag and fell into them. His head dropped to her shoulder, breathing in her scent while she wrapped her arms around his neck. 

His hands rubbed up and down her sides, pulling her as close as he could. 

“Wassup pretty girl,’ he whispered while pulling down her mask and his before sealing their lips in a kiss. 

He tried to pull back, but Coco grabbed his head and brought him back in for another kiss. He smiled against her lips.

“Na ou misia foi oe, Nashae.” (I missed you too, Nashae.)

“Ou te valaau atu ia te oe Leati?” (Do I get to call you Leati?) 

“As long as you are calling my name I don’t care.” He reached down and picked up her bag. “Come on, let’s get you warmed up.” 

She stepped aside as he opened up the passenger door for her. Behind her, on the backseat, he dropped her bag and slid into the driver seat before pulling off the curb. Lincoln night time wasn’t as vibrant as they bigger cities, but as they drove through downtown, the bars were full and music was blaring. Even on a Thursday night. 

“I hope I won’t be in the way or distracting,’ Nashae said, ‘I’m sure you need to focus.”

It was then he reached over and placed his hand on her thigh. His thumb rubbing small circles into the fabric of her jeans, but igniting a fire against her skin. He had saw them when she walked over, but the heels he’d gifted her for Christmas were on her feet. 

“Nah,’ he replied while turning onto another street, the hotel in the distance, ‘when you asked to come to work with me, I was more than happy to accommodate.”

“You hungry?” He asked, turning down the heat as she slipped out her jacket. 

“I could eat,’ she replied. 

He reached into the arm rest between them and pulled out a few restaurant menus. She flipped through them and settled on Whataburger, a place she hadn’t had in years due to her dieting for tours. He found the drive through and joined the line, glad to be able to focus a little more on the woman in his front seat. 

Before she could speak, Leati cupped the side of her head, tilted it to the side, and laid one of the nastiest of kisses he could manage on her lips. Her hand came up and gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer as she leaned into it. He tasted like mint and she was sure it was from his gum. Regardless, she sighed into his mouth before a soft moan filled the car from her. 

“Mmmhm,’ he spoke against her lips, ‘my pretty girl.” 

A honk behind them made them separate and Leati pulled forward to the speaker box. He ordered a few patty melts, she skipped on fries, and two shakes. 

“Why do you call me that," she asked around her straw. “I mean I like it! Just wondering….”

Leati pulled to the next window and paid for their order. The car rolled up slowly to the next window. Once he had their food, he headed towards the hotel. 

“I like the way you grin and get all shy on me when I say it. Your nose gets all scrunched up like a bunny.” 

He slung her bag over his shoulder after parking while she fitted her mask to her face. Her hair was in it’s natural state, and she pulled out the band holding it in the bun she flew in. Her curls caught him off guard and he reached out, tugging on one of the curls. 

“You know what I want to say,’ he teased and just as he said, her nose scrunched up and she looked away with a soft giggle. “But I will say you are beautiful like this.” 

“You really had a crush on me, huh,’ she whispers, reaching out to tug on his beard. 

Suddenly called out, Leati laughed. “Jey?” 

Coco nodded. “You were inside helping get the fire wood and he came and told me. He thought you were being weird because of me so he told me about the crush.” 

“I’ll kill him,’ he cheesed. His pearly whites shining as he licked his lips. 

“You won’t!” She smacked his chest, stepping around him while holding her shake. 

Leati grabbed the rest of the food and she held his drink in her hand as well. When they stepped into the hotel, she walked on his left side which somewhat hid her from the front desk. Leati was grateful that the area was empty and so were the halls towards the elevators. It wasn’t rare for the roster to bring women or men back to their rooms, but he didn’t want anyone to know the woman that was with him. 

Behind him, his stride took off, Coco nearly skipping to keep up with the man in front of her. The halls were long, winding it seemed, and he kept stopping to make sure no one was around a corner. They had finally made it to the room when she leaned against the wall beside him, breathing just a bit too hard.

Leati looked down at her as he opened the door. 

“You okay?” 

“You,’ she panted suddenly, ‘have long legs!” 

He looked down at her flustered expression. When she allowed herself to relax around him, she was so cute and very expressive. She was comfortable and he wanted her to always be that way with him.

Playfully, he looked down at her and leaned forward so they were eye level. “Nah, that’s because you’re short.” 

He kissed her quickly before she could reply. Laughing, Leati opened the door but stepped aside so she could go in first. She dunked under his arm and was instantly smacked in the face by the scent of man. Heavy, strong, the hotel room smelled like him. That’s that pheromone shit folks were talking about. She thought. There was nothing artificial about what she was smelling. He came up behind her and kissed the side of her head. She had stopped just in front of the door way. 

“Shy?”

Leati placed her bag in his room of the suite. He had all intentions of letting her have his bed alone for the night. He was always wired the night for a show and would pay a gym to get a few hours in to blow off enough steam to get a few hours of sleep. 

When he came out of the bedroom, he stopped and watched Nashae stand and begin to eat. She swayed side to side, shoes gone, the patty melt in one hand and the shake in the other. The jacket was on the arm of the couch and he licked his lips at her outfit. The most simplest of outfits; black yoga pants with the matching jacket, cropped and fitted to her chest. Her hair fell to the middle of her back, the brown curls moving as she swayed. He gave her a long once over. From the top of her head to the heels of feet, she had his full attention and didn’t even know it. Well, until her hand started digging around the bag for what she knew was his fries. 

She had them in her hand, ready to bring them to her mouth when a hand curled around her wrist, turned her hand a bit and dropped them in Leati’s mouth. 

“Ms. I don’t want any fries.”  

“Yours looked good.” 

Nashae pulled out two more and quickly put them in her mouth before he could stop her. She swayed side to side again, stopping when she realized how close Leati was to her. Her back was pressed up against his chest.

“I don’t think I’m the only one that had a crush on you though.” 

Arms around her middle, Leati leaned down so his head was on her shoulder. He felt her tense at his closeness. She didn’t pull away, but he could tell she was still nervous. 

“You’re the only one that matters,’ Nashae replied. “It does come with the territory though.” 

“I guess I have to earn my keep. You have a lot of admirers.” 

Nashae shrugged, his lips right beside her ear. His beard rubbing against her cheek. 

As they finished up their food, she was sitting between his legs as they watched TV in the bed. Well, she was trying, he was kissing the back and sides of her neck. She leaned back, head rolled to the side as he tasted her skin. Her chest rose and fell very visibly. 

“You’re so sensitive,’ he remarked, nosing along the length of her neck as she shivered. “You get so worked up just from my touch.” 

To prove his point, he placed his hand on her stomach, his thumb right under her top. Her stomach fluttered and she grabbed his wrist. 

“Is it me?” He asked. 

“A little.” 

“Noted.” 

He pulled away with a smile and leaned back against the pillows, his hands behind his head. She sat up, miffed, and turned to look at him confused. 

“What-’

Nashae turned around and looked at him. He avoided her gaze, pretending to watch the movie. 

“Leati!”

“O le a?” He asked. 

“E le mafai ona e pa'i mai ia te a'u ona toso ese ai lea faapea.”

“Manaia tele le leo Samoa i ou laugutu.”

She folded her arms across her chest and pursed her lips. 

“E te mana'o ou te pa'i atu ia te oe?.”

“Ou te le iloa le mea ou te manao ai, ae ou te fiafia pe a e paʻi mai ia te aʻu.”

“You told me you were a virgin,’ he said, ‘and I’m not going to do anything that you aren’t ready for. So when you ask me to touch you, what do you mean?” 

The switch to English and the focus on her virginity made her grimace. She hated this talk. It was always the crucial moment in relationships and it determined whether they wanted to deal with a relationship or not. 

“Leati,’ she whispered, ‘I-’

“If I am going to be the one that takes you to bed, I want you to be ready for it. For me, you know?” 

“Yeah, I know I just, I don’t have much experience in this.” 

Standing up, Nashae rubbed her hands on her pants. They were suddenly clammy. 

“I’ll go as slow as you need me to, baby.” He watched her pace. 

“Yeah, there are moments when I don’t want you to go slow.” She admitted.

She wouldn’t say he made her feel so submissive, but she was sure he could pick up on it.

“I just know that I don’t know what I’m doing and would probably be a disappointment.” 

“Woah, woah, woah,’ he beckoned her back to the bed. Patting the spot between his legs, where she had been, he took her hands in his.

“We don’t have to think about that right now. The fact that you want me to touch you is enough. I get to kiss you as much as I want so for right now, just lead me where you want me.” 

Translations:

“O le a?” - What

“E le mafai ona e pa'i mai ia te a'u ona toso ese ai lea faapea.” - You can't touch me and pull away like that.

“Manaia tele le leo Samoa i ou laugutu.” - The Samoan voice on your lips is very nice. (literal) I mean't it sounds good coming from her*

“E te mana'o ou te pa'i atu ia te oe?.” - Do you want me to touch you?

“Ou te le iloa le mea ou te manao ai, ae ou te fiafia pe a e paʻi mai ia te aʻu.” - I don't know what I want, but I like it when you touch me.

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ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇꜱ

part 1

pairing: lead singer! san x groupie! reader (fem) feat. guitarist! seonghwa (seonghwa is just kinda there in this i’m sorry ;;)

genre: band au, smut

summary: after being rejected by your favorite guitarist, you give the lead singer a visit instead.

w.c: 2.6k

warnings: some mxm in the intro, san’s a menaceeee but so is the reader, dom leaning! san, sub leaning! reader, dirty talk, nipple play (m/f receiving), degradation, marking, brief spit mention (it wouldn’t be my fic if there wasn’t spit somewhere 🫶🏼), unprotected sex, impregnation kink (duh), there’s a big focus on cum bc i’m filthy, tiny mention of cum inflation, multiple creampies

a/n: i think this might be my favorite fff fic so far <3 i just really like the idea of alt metal ateez okayyy and plus san's my bias so i went completely off the rails 🥵 also no one asked but the lyrics of the song in the intro were taken from the ending of “kingslayer” by bring me the horizon and the bridge of “the death of peace and mind” by bad omens <3

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“I can feel youuuuu!” San sang with every ounce of his being, bending himself backwards, his head hanging upside down, a few beads of sweat dripping from his temples. He stood back up and held onto his mic with a death grip, bringing one leg up onto the speaker that continued to blast out the loud, angsty instrumental. “Is this what you want?” The crowded chanted his name, fueling his ego and his wish to leave everything he possibly had to give on the stage.

“Then, this is what you fucking get,” he growled out, a few veins visibly straining against his freckled neck, his dark eyes filled with pure rage. “Augh!” Consumed with the energy of their performance, he tore his loose black tank top off in a downwards motion. The remaining fabric hung off of his frame, his perfectly toned upper body now on display for everyone and their mom to gawk at. When the music came to an intensely loud peak, he suddenly reached his arm out to point to someone who probably blew their load right then and there.“You motherfuckin’ shit!”

You were squished against the barricade, hardly paying attention to the rowdy people routinely bumping into you from all sides, too distracted by how mesmerizing San was onstage. And how incredibly wet you were. If Seonghwa was so fond of sharing himself with others, what was stopping you from doing the same thing?

San and the rest of the band, including Seonghwa, began banging their heads to the heavier-sounding combination of guitars, drums, and bass. “Put your hands up, motherfuckers,” San exhaled into the mic, scanning the crowd with his blown out pupils, looking certifiably insane. He always stayed in character onstage, but how much of it was an over exaggeration and much of it melded with his true persona? Not knowing turned you on to a degree you were almost ashamed of.

Most of the crowd followed his lead, reaching a hand out into the air to put up the rock symbol, though a few girls were too busy ripping off their bras to toss in his direction. You simply stood there with your bottom lip trapped in between your teeth, waiting patiently for him to find you in the crowd. Once the lead singer’s hooded eyes were on you, you lifted your band hoodie up and allowed your tits to drop out of the thick material, bouncing a bit on your heels from your excitement.

San groaned at the sight of you, not having the self-control to keep himself from grabbing his half-hard cock through his tight pants. “Are you ready for this? I said, put your fucking hands up,” he shouted to the sea of people below him, not able to take another look at your bouncing tits when Seonghwa grabbed San by his small waist, his fingers hooking into the material of the lead singer's torn jeans, yanking him in his direction.

Licking his lips, San lifted his mic in between them, allowing Seonghwa to let out his own raspy yell, his voice starting low and guttural and eventually growing louder and raw, showing off his impressive pipes. San watched him with a fondness that bordered arousal, his hands sinking into the other’s damp raven locks, gripping it tightly. Seonghwa’s eyes rolled back, his fingers still expertly hitting note after note without much concentration, as though it were second nature.

“Are you satisfied?” San yelled out, expelling the air from his diaphragm in order to produce the perfect metal scream, almost being drowned out by the overwhelmingly heavy sound of guitar and drums. He tugged Seonghwa in his direction, pressing a rough kiss onto the guitarist’s open mouth, his tongue slipping inside. Once San got his fill, he shoved Seonghwa backwards, a small string of saliva dripping from their mouths. He bent over near the edge of the stage, squeezing the mic inside his calloused hands, his once slicked-back hair now falling into his eyes. Waiting for his cue, he took in a deep breath, his neck veins making a return, shouting with raw intensity, “Are you fucking satisfied?!”

The crowd lost their goddamn minds, cheering and shouting, some still holding their rock symbols up, and others too busy shedding a tear. Personally, you didn’t understand how you survived witnessing set after set for so long, or how anybody else did, for that matter. Their performances were always so viscerally stimulating, it physically hurt that you couldn’t simply jump onto the stage and let each of them use you to their heart’s content.

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You found yourself standing at the door of Seonghwa’s hotel room, despite your plans to talk to San after the show ended. “Goddamn it,” you mumbled to yourself, wondering why you weren’t capable of playing hard to get around him for even a microsecond. Maybe if you did, you wouldn’t be the one waiting around for him.

Hearing your eventual knocks, Seonghwa answered the door, his raven hair wet and clinging to his bare face, remnants of mascara present underneath his eyes. Naked for only a moment, he wrapped a small towel loosely around his slender hips. “Baby, hey. What’d you think of the show?”

Your pensiveness melted in an instant, instead being replaced by your clear adoration for him. “God, I can’t even describe how it made me feel, Hwa. I just know how fucking wet it made me.”

He chuckled to himself, leaning his shoulder against the doorframe. “You’re always wet for me, Y/N.”

You took a step closer, your hand moving past his towel to lightly stroke his length, lifting yourself up onto your heels to whisper near his face, “Always.”

Seonghwa took in a deep inhale and let it out, leaning his head back, growing hard inside your grip. "Baby..." After a few moments, he brought himself back to reality, suddenly grabbing you by the chin and pressing a harsh kiss against your lips, only to push you away, a sad smile on his flushed face.

“Hwa…?” you mumbled, slowly retracting your hand, your eyes wide with surprise.

Two separate feminine voices came from the bed that was out of view, the both of them whining about how he was taking too long. Seonghwa sighed, rubbing his neck. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I should’ve told you I was busy tonight. Why don’t you visit San?”

“Maybe I will.” No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t keep your lips from forming a small pout, though you were able to furrow your brows in annoyance. “You know what?”

Seonghwa frowned, feeling bad, but knowing you wouldn’t want to join him as a third. You simply required too much attention from him in a group setting, unable to handle when he took care of others in front of you. “What?”

Your pout was replaced by a subtle, but distinctively smug smirk. “I’m gonna let him put a baby in me.”

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Okay, take two. You knocked on San's hotel room door, unconsciously pulling on your hoodie strings, leaning back on your heels. You almost felt like you should back out, not wanting to get rejected by your idols one after another. Before you could take a step back, San opened the door halfway, giving you a lewd, almost cheshire-like smile, his eyes surveying your chest as though he were reminiscing about what had occurred an hour earlier. "What brings you here, doll?"

Wrapping one of the hoodie strings around your index finger, you looked up at him past your fluttering eyelashes, your tongue wetting the corner of your glossy lips. "Is that offer still good?"

San’s brown eyes dilated in real time, his face and body almost frozen like he was malfunctioning, before immediately turning around to yell at the half-dressed groupies lazing around on his bed. "Time for you guys to go! Something just came up, so go find another band member to fuck, alright?”

The group of girls and guys, some older and some younger, groaned and cursed amongst themselves, eventually filing out of the door, some of them giving you dirty looks. “You better fuck him good for us,” one of them grumbled near you, prompting you to emit a small ‘yep’, before he disappeared down the hallway with the rest of the groupies.

You turned your attention back to San who had already grabbed your wrist, pulling you into the room and shutting the door behind you, pressing you against it with his heated body. "You were about to fuck all those people?" you asked casually, reaching down to slip your hands underneath his sleep tee, your fingers exploring the soft curves of his hips and stiffness of his abdominal muscles, not able to decide which felt better underneath your touch.

"Yeah..." he sighed, arching his back slightly when you began to play with his pierced nipples. “I like performing for a crowd…” He eventually leaned his head into your shoulder, emitting small breaths of air, your fingers expertly tweaking and twisting the small metal bands to give him maximum pleasure.

“Of course you do.” You lifted San's shirt off of him, your fingers going back to his pebbled buds to play with them some more, pulling at his piercings, making him groan. "Do you fill all of them up with your cum, Sannie?"

“Uh-huhhh…” San exhaled into your neck, bringing one of his hands up to slip underneath your hoodie, grabbing onto one of your tits, squeezing it roughly inside the palm of his hand. “Every last one.”

You moaned, your fingers going lax for a moment, caught up with how San pushed both hands under your hoodie to knead your tits around, his fingers flicking your nipples. "Ahh, how do you not run out?"

He grinned after hearing the small squeaks you made when he pinched and pulled at them instead, mumbling in a deep voice near your ear, "I just have a lot of love to give, doll."

Boldly slipping your hand past his briefs and gripping his hardened cock, you asked in a sweet tone, "Does that mean you have a lot of love to give me?"

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San had you folded up on the mattress, holding your ankles down near your head, slamming his hips into you so quickly and forcefully, neither of you could take a proper breath. He leaned his head down, his wet bangs tickling your forehead from being so close, chuckling softly at the sight of your starstruck expression. "You look like you want to say something, Y/N."

"You were—aaah—so amazing onstage earlier, Sannie..." you breathed out, your cunt clenching tightly around his throbbing cock, familiar with the warmth and thickness of his cum, knowing he was shooting more inside you. "You made me so fucking wet..."

Almost shuddering from how hard he was cumming, San buried his face into your hickey-covered neck, sucking on the skin of your collarbone, groaning out, “I already know how goddamn wet I made you. I bet those panties of yours were drenched by the end of the show, huh?" San moved down from your neck to your chest, slurping up each of your tits into his mouth, one at a time, giving them both the attention they deserved.

"I had to play with myself on the tour bus on the way back here..." you admitted, wanting to say more, but being unable to, emitting a sharp gasp instead. Your tits were a lot more sensitive now, especially from how San alternated between having them inside his mouth and using his tongue on them. “No one saw me though, I swear. I did it in the bathroom.”

He spit onto one of your already shiny tits, wanting to make more of a mess, before he dove in to suck and lick at them like he was racing against an invisible timer. "Mm, looks like babydoll can't get enough of me onstage...so much so that she resorts to being a needy little whore all by herself," he mumbled on your bruising skin, eagerly flicking his tongue at a nipple, making you squirm underneath him. "Bet you wanted me to pull you onstage and pump a baby into you in front of all those people, huh, naughty girl?”

"Yeah, I did...and it's your fault," you whined softly, emitting a set of soft, airy moans, San's cock brushing against your g-spot over and over. "Take responsibility, Sannie." Your fingers clenched into the muscles on his broad back, feeling them tense up underneath your touch.

"My fault? My fault you needed me so badly that you resorted to showing these pretty tits off in front of everyone?" Finding your dick-drunkenness to be amusing, he wanted to push the topic, pressing kisses to your neck up to your jaw, still thrusting into you at a fast pace. "It's my fault for turning you into a shameless little slut? Hm?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your voice broken and hoarse from how hard you were cumming, your trembling thighs squeezing around his tiny waist.

"Hm, I guess I should take responsibility, huh?" Blowing a few strands of hair out of his hooded eyes, he pulled out slightly, holding the tip of his cock against your pulsing hole. "I should take responsibility for all these fucking loads I'm filling you with too," he groaned, stroking himself for a few more seconds, his seed eventually spurting out onto your mound, the liquid dripping down along your puffy folds.

“Mm, fuck, that’s it,” you reacted, reaching down with one hand to rub his cum around your cunt, pushing two fingers inside your gaping hole to fuck the liquid into yourself. However, your fingers weren’t enough to satisfy you. You needed his cock inside. You needed to be filled with his hot, milky love one last time. “It’s not enough, Sannie. I need more.”

Your shameless desperation and insatiable lust was like chicken soup for his black soul, making him hard again almost instantaneously. “Yeah? You want to milk me completely dry, doll?”

“Yes, please.” You suddenly lunged up from the bed and pushed San down, his back hitting the mattress with a bounce, sinking down onto his length without a second thought, his cum being pushing out of you.

“God, yes, fucking ride me, you whore,” San growled, gritting his teeth, one hand gripping your hip tightly, the other on your lower stomach, allowing you to fuck yourself to hell and back using his cock. “You’re so full for me…so full of my seed…yet, it’s not enough…” He pressed on your abdomen, feeling some resistance, convinced that his cum was making your tummy swell slightly. “God, I fuckin’ love you…”

Bouncing on San’s dick with feverish speed, you started to pant heavily and drool a bit, not even caring that he was seeing you in such a fucked-out state. You were simply too desperate to make him cum again, to the point that you didn’t even care about reaching your own high. “Fill me up, Sannie. Please, please, please fill me up with your cum…Fuck it into me, into my womb…make me yours…”

Your whiny-sounding words and tight, cum-slicked cunt brought San to his end, making him shudder and thrust wildly up into you. “God, here it comes, baby…take my fucking load…” He let out a series of throaty, almost guttural groans, ramming himself into you until he held you completely still, slowly pumping his seed as deep as he possibly could.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah…” you echoed weakly, pretty sure you were unraveling in that instant from how insanely amazing it felt to be stuffed completely full of your favorite lead singer’s seed. If you were having a baby for anyone, it was definitely him.

Once you came back down to reality, your body felt heavy and almost numb, causing you to slowly drop down onto San’s chest, your sweaty, sticky bodies melding together. “That was…Fuck, I can’t even form the words…”

San stroked your wet hair, gazing up at the ceiling, the post-nut clarity incredibly kind to him this time around. “I might have to write a song about it.” You giggled softly, moving your fingers upwards to slip into his hair as well, gently massaging the shaved area of his hair near his pierced ear.

After some comfortable silence, San eventually inquired, "So, am I your favorite band member now?"

You lifted your head up, your skin still flushed beyond measure, bringing your hand to your mouth to wipe some drool away from your lips. "I don't pick favorites."

San burst out into laughter, patting the top of your head and giving you a pleased smile, his dimples making your heart race. "Now, that's a fucking lie."

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Touch (Yoongi x OC)

Summary: Much to Yoongi's surprise, he spends every waking moment worrying about you.

Pairing: Yoongi x OC

Genre: Angst

Word count: 3.3 K

Rating: 18+

Warnings: none (for this part; for the rest of the series, read individual warnings on each fic)

A/N: Set a couple of days after Flight Risk.

Tagging: @bbl32 @quarter-life-crisis2 @meirkive @faearchives @margopinkerton @dreaming-with-happiness @confessionsofamarshlily @purpleseoul7 @sumzysworld

Listen to: "space song" by beach house

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Yoongi glances around his studio until he’s forced to accept that he’s misplaced his spare headphones. He checks his current pair one more time but when it doesn’t connect to the system, he tosses them on the table and heads out into the empty hallway.

It’s not surprising; it’s late on a Sunday afternoon and he expects that most of the occupants of this floor will have taken the day off, especially before the BTS concert later this evening. He can’t stay long either; he’s already going to be late to soundcheck but he needs to download some last minute music onto his laptop before the group flies out to Japan tomorrow morning.

There’s only one studio he can see that has a sliver of light appearing from under the door. Donghyuk, the only person other than himself who would be here on a Sunday afternoon, is Yoongi’s last hope. He knocks twice, right under the faded plaque reading Supreme Boi, and enters. The first thing he sees is Miso at the controls, the same moment that she looks up to see him, and her face goes momentarily slack.

Her face recovers instantly, however, but it’s a few seconds before she looks away. Yoongi stares at her; she doesn’t look any different from any other day in the studio, wearing a thin full-sleeved shirt and dark jeans, her ankles crossed under the chair. He stands motionless, frozen, as he hears a rushing sound, like the waves of the ocean crashing onto him and he exhales, realising vaguely that it feels as though he’s been holding his breath for the last three days.

“It’s still not working, damn it. Oh - Yoongi!”

Yoongi starts; he’d almost forgotten who he’d come here for. He looks up to see Donghyuk inside the recording booth, waving a hand vigorously at him. 

“Something’s wrong with the sound!” he exclaims, his voice slightly muffled from behind the glass. “I’m checking the mic - can you help Miso with the input?”

Yoongi nods but before stepping inside, he looks at Miso - what for, he’s not sure. Maybe it’s her permission, or maybe it’s any acknowledgement from her at all. But Miso continues looking ahead at the recording booth, not turning towards him at all until finally, she visibly sighs and drops her hand from the controls, sitting back in her chair.

Yoongi makes his way over to her but doesn’t sit in Donghyuk’s chair; instead, he stands next to Miso’s and examines the dashboard, leaning over slightly doing what he can to fix the screeching sound coming from the speaker while Donghyuk fiddles around with the mic and keeps up a spiel of commentary.

The entire time, he’s hyper aware of how close he is to her - and the last time he was this close to her. Both their hands are on the controls now, now that Donghyuk seems to be on the verge of losing it; despite the proximity, however, something in Yoongi is determined not to let himself touch her, even accidentally.

His fingers ghost over hers and her hair brushes his chest on occasion, but Yoongi keeps his distance. The more he thinks about it, though, the more he feels the overwhelming urge to hold her hand, to just give it a momentary squeeze and silently ask her if she’s alright, if she knows that he ran after her that night but was just too late.

After a moment, he places his hand on the top of her chair and when she doesn’t move away, he stays there.

“Okay, I’m going to try this again!” Donghyuk shakes his head and taps on the mic. “Play it from the bridge?”

Miso taps the button and they watch Donghyuk in silence as he bops his head to the beat before starting his background vocals. There’s a sudden screech of feedback from the mic again that makes them all wince and Donghyuk sighs and bends to examine something at the bottom of the mic, which makes it tip over and hit him in the nose when he stands up.

“Fuck!” 

Outside, Yoongi can’t help but snort and glance immediately at Miso. She still isn’t looking at him, but the upward curve of her cheek tells him she’s smiling as well. Something seems to explode in his stomach at the sight of it and he grins to himself, every colour in the studio suddenly seeming brighter for a moment.

“Glad I gave you two something to laugh about,” grumbles Donghyuk, giving up on the mic and shuffling out of the booth. “We’re going to have to get a technician in here before we record anything else,” he says to Miso.

She nods. “I’ll call them.”

He nods back and looks up at Yoongi. “What’s up, man?” he asks with a half handshake, half high-five. “Wait - don’t you have a concert?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he replies quickly. “I just came to…” He trails off, realising he’s forgotten why he stepped into this studio in the first place.

Donghyuk raises his eyebrows. “You forgot?”

Yoongi frowns, trying to remember, but he can’t recall anything before the sudden shock of seeing Miso calmly sitting inside a studio, two days after doing nothing but worrying about her.

She’s looking at him sceptically, too; it occurs to him that she probably thinks he came here just to see her and he automatically takes a step back, his cheeks heating up unexpectedly. 

“Um… yeah, I don’t - I don’t remember.” He clears his throat. “I should go,” he mutters, turning around to leave.

“Okay,” says Donghyuk. “Good luck with the concert, man. And the tour,” he adds.

“Thanks.” Yoongi turns around one last time before stepping out the door to look at Miso, but her attention is on the laptop now, her shoulders twisted away from him.

Yoongi knows he should head out. He’s already late for sound check, hair and make-up will take some time and Namjoon always likes to sit them down and give them a talk before a concert, especially one that will kick off their world tour. 

But his feet won’t let him. He stands outside Donghyuk’s studio, feeling like a stalker, but knowing that he will be absolutely useless to everyone if he leaves for his concert, possibly even Korea, without talking to Miso.

He’s there for nearly thirty minutes before the door opens and his heart skips a beat when she walks out. She looks taken aback for a fraction of a second before her face glazes over again and she continues down the hall.

“What’s up, Min Suga?”

Yoongi freezes for a second before going after her, taking two large steps before falling in sync with her. “Um, just came to… nothing. What’s - what’s up with you?” he asks quickly, cringing inwardly.

“You mean aside from ensuring Donghyuk doesn’t kill himself with his own equipment?” she asks dryly. “Not much.”

“Oh.” He follows her absently until she reaches the coffee station. “How’s that going?”

“Not well, as you can probably tell.” She reaches for a cup. “He seems to have a crazy knack for being uncoordinated.”

It sounds like an insult, but Yoongi knows her better than that by now. Moreover, something about how she drops a fact that indicates the amount of time she’s spending with another producer rankles.

“Right. No, that’s - that’s always been his thing. In fact, funny thing -” He chuckles “- when we were trainees, he and Kim Namjoon were famous for being the tallest and the most clumsy - I mean, they would knock everything over and everyone was sure they would never make -”

“Min Suga,” she interrupts, nonchalantly scanning the coffee sachets available, “you’re rambling.”

Yoongi stops abruptly. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. What’s up?”

He stares at her as she reads the ingredients off one of the sachets. He isn’t sure what he was expecting exactly, but something about how… normal she’s behaving is surreal.

“I, uh…” He supposes he ought to say the one thing he owes her no matter what. “I wanted to apologise. I - I had no idea you’d taken your name off the song. If I did, I would never have used it.”

She glances up at him, only mildly curious. “Really?”

“Yes, of course. Jung PD didn’t tell me until after… everything.” Yoongi takes a hesitant step closer, deathly careful to not invade her personal space. “It was your song. You didn’t have to do what you did. I would’ve… figured something out,” he finishes lamely.

“What would you have done?”

“I don’t know. I would’ve used one of my unreleased songs or - or I would’ve written a new one or -”

“Or you would’ve blamed me for the rest of your life.” Miso gives him a knowing look, shaking a packet of coffee powder with one hand.

“I -” Yoongi swallows uncomfortably. “That’s not true. I mean, I was angry, yes, but I didn’t… You - you didn’t have to do all this for me.”

“I didn’t. I did it for Hwan.”

He pushes his tongue into his cheek and nods, at a loss for how to respond to this. Her eyes are fixed on the coffee machine and she’s barely looking at him, but she’s not angry. He almost wishes she was.

“Okay. Well… thank you, anyway,” he murmurs humbly. “And I’m going to get your name back on the song,” he promises, straightening up a little. “It’ll take some time but I’ll get it done.”

“You can’t do that.”

“Yes, I can,” he insists, feeling the familiar annoyance at her constant argumentative nature. “You can get your name back on the song retroactively; we’ve done it before. We have to speak to Legal and PR and they will -“

“No, you can’t as in you… can’t.” Miso sighs and glances up at him briefly, rolling her eyes in a forced motion. “The reason the song is out there is because I took my name off it. I thought you pieced that together, Min Suga.”

“But -“

“Just let it go, will you?”

Yoongi falls silent. She’s still making her coffee, meticulously emptying the packet and examining all the valves on the machine. It’s strange, given that she’s usually the person on the floor who takes the shortest coffee breaks.

Suddenly encouraged, he exhales and changes the subject.

“Will you be at the concert tonight?”

She scoffs, not unkindly. “Will you be at the concert tonight? Doesn’t it start in, like, an hour?”

“Two,” he argues weakly. “And… isn’t everyone going? That was the point of the free tickets for the team,” he points out.

“Yeah, but I can’t. I gave mine to one of the interns and she almost fainted.”

Yoongi tries not to feel slighted by this. “So you’re not going?”

“We have a lot to get done tonight,” she answers simply.

He purses his lips as her words sink in. “We, as in…”

“Donghyuk and I, yes.” She shrugs innocently. “He is my boss now, technically.”

“So… you guys will just be working together? On a Sunday night?”

Miso frowns. “Yeah. You and I did that quite a bit, too, if you recall. Also, I’m hoping that if I stay late tonight, I might actually get credited on a song for once.”

His words die in his throat. “Oh, I - um -“

She notices and rolls her eyes. “Jesus, it’s a joke, Min Suga. Lighten up.”

Yoongi can’t think of anything he’s less likely to do right now, and he also can’t fathom how she’s joking at the moment. He half-wonders if he’d dreamed the events of the launch party when she presses the button for the hot water and slides her cup under it, her fingers still around it when the water begins flowing.

“Careful -“ He moves instinctively to shove her hand away from the steaming liquid but at the last moment remembers his determination to not touch her and swipes the cup away instead, only for his own fingers to intercept the hot water.

“What are you -“ Miso winces as he hisses in pain and snatches his hand back. There doesn’t seem to be any damage to it but the skin still smarts; Yoongi examines it uneasily when another pair of hands appear with paper towels in them and press them to the burning area.

“Oh -“ He stays frozen to the spot and lets her do what she’s doing, but it only lasts a moment before she drops her hands from his. His gaze remains on her sleeve and he wonders what he will see if he pushes it over her wrist.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks quietly, pressing the napkins to his own hand.

Miso exhales but doesn’t look up at him, busying herself with another cup. “This again?”

“Why didn’t you tell me about Donghyuk?”

“Actually, you told me about Donghyuk,” she replies shortly. “Isn’t this what you wanted?”

He shakes his head, knowing he’d set himself up for that response. “No,” he says honestly. “I know what I said, but… I didn’t mean it.”

For once, she doesn’t respond with a snarky remark. “Well,” she says after a moment, “it’s done now. Maybe it’ll be for the best.”

“Sure. Why didn’t you tell me, though?”

“It was the middle of the night.”

“So? I always pick up calls, any time of the day.”

“Would you have picked up my call?” She raises her eyebrows at him. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

Yoongi sighs, knowing he can’t win here. “Glad it worked out for you, I guess.”

“It’s not bad so far,” she admits. “Plus, he and I actually get along pretty well so that’s a bonus.” 

“Uh-huh.”

She smirks innocently before snorting at his stony face. “You are so easy to piss off, you know that?” she mutters wryly.

“I’m glad I amuse you.”

She chuckles and it’s the first actual smile he’s seen from her all week. “Donghyuk’s going to your concert,” she assures him after a moment.

“Not you, though.”

“Nope. My dad’s hosting a dinner and the whole community will be there so I have to go,” she informs him, before pausing for a moment. “He’s just acquired a company, you see.”

Something creeps through Yoongi’s chest at her tone. “That guy, Jiho,” he says sharply, dropping all attempts at beating around the bush. “Will he be there, too?”

“I guess. He’s only the guest of honour.” Miso stares at the cup under the water valve for a moment before seemingly forcing her gaze up towards him. Something in his expression must tip her off, for her shoulders deflate and she shakes her head. “I don’t think we’ll have much to say to each other anymore,” she mutters in what he presumes is supposed to be a reassuring tone - although who she’s reassuring, he isn’t sure. 

Yoongi clenches his jaw. They’ve arrived at the topic he’s been thinking of non-stop for the last three days, except now that they’re actually here, he has no idea how to ask her about it without fully prying into his colleague’s personal life.

“Are you okay?” he asks finally in a small voice, swallowing and hoping that for once, she’ll give him a straight answer. Miso doesn’t look at him, and after a few seconds of silence, he begins to think she won’t answer him at all.

“I’ve been better,” she admits, equally quiet. She takes a moment before looking up at him, her face blank again. “Donghyuk’s not making it any easier.”

“Miso.”

“Yoongi, whatever it is you’re blaming yourself for, you can stop. Okay? None of this is your fault,” she implores, giving him a slightly annoyed look before shaking her head. “This had nothing to do with you at all,” she mutters.

For the first time in a long time, Yoongi feels a prickling in his eyes. It’s the frustration, more than anything else, of not knowing, of not being able to find out because the wall that Miso has erected around her feels impenetrable. The few moments of real, human emotion that break through it have brought him here and it’s with a sinking realisation that he concedes to never being able to turn back.

“But I’m sorry anyway,” he says softly, his gaze not moving from her side profile.

Miso stares at the coffee machine without looking at anything. Her jaw hardens and Yoongi wonders if she’s ever heard these words from anyone before.

She takes a deep breath and finally turns to him, her eyes on the floor. “I know you came after me. After the car,” she amends quietly. “I heard you. And I just want to say…” She trails off and bites her lip before her eyes flicker up to look at him. 

“… don’t ever do that again.”

Yoongi’s heart hammers. “Don’t ever try to help you again?”

She shakes her head and looks away, as though he’s getting this completely muddled. “You know how when the release got cancelled, you felt guilty about Hwan, you got furious at me and you were helpless and it just ruined your whole day?” She waits for him to nod. “You should want that to be the biggest problem in your life. I want that to be the biggest problem in your life.”

He bristles, but he keeps his focus on her. “I can handle more than you think,” he states.

“But you shouldn’t have to. I don’t need that on my conscience,” she murmurs, her gaze falling again. She sighs and looks up at him. “You should get to your concert.”

Yoongi stares at her, hoping for her smooth expression to waver even for a moment, but it never does. She holds it together, even as she swallows.

“Okay,” he says at last. “See you around, Kang Miso.” He holds out a hand.

She hesitates but takes it, her pale, slender hand slipping into his. Her skin is cold but Yoongi grips it with a relief that surprises him. His thumb moves along the back of her hand before he stops himself, expecting her to take back her hand, but she doesn’t. 

He raises his left hand to her wrist and is about to raise the sleeve when he feels her stiffen. He freezes, before gently wrapping his hand around the wrist, encasing her hand in both of his. He thinks vaguely of his overseas schedule for the next few weeks and his heart clenches unexpectedly.

“I meant what I said,” he murmurs, watching as her eyes flicker slowly from their clasped hands to his face. “I always pick up calls. Any time of the day.”

It feels like forever, but after a moment she nods, retrieving her hand from between his. 

“Thanks,” she says, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear with the same hand. “I’ll, uh… I’ll keep you updated on Donghyuk’s many escapades. Unless he kills himself by tripping on a wire first.”

Yoongi nods, his chest feeling both heavy yet freer than before. “Can’t wait.”

There’s a hint of a smile on her face before she picks up her cup of coffee and takes a step back. “Have a good concert, Min Suga. And tour.” She turns to leave when he calls her name again, and she turns with a sigh. “Damn, do you even want to make it for your concert?”

He gives her a look and shakes his head. “Keep me updated on tonight as well?”

She squints, clearly seeing right through him. “Updated on what exactly?”

“You know…” He cringes inwardly. “Your, uh… your family. And - and friends.”

Miso tilts her head. “Will do,” she says sarcastically. “Now get out of here. And put some damn ointment on that burn.”

Yoongi frowns for a moment before remembering, and it’s at that moment that his hand seems to sting again. He glances down at it to see a white blister already forming and winces. He looks up to thank her, but she’s already gone.

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Just Like You 

Luke Patterson X Reader

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Word count: 6,348

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Post Date: November 30th 2022

Post Time: 11:36 pm

Summary: Reader is Alex’s sister, but she also happens to be Luke’s best friend. She’s the person he always runs to for anything. so it doesn’t really come as a shock to anyone that she died alongside them. Reader also really hates shoes so it’s a huge shock to the boys when they find her hanging out around home in the one thing she really hates: shoes. 

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Y/n’s Pov: {December 12th, 1995} 

I stand off to the side of the stage by a table with my brother's and best friend’s towels in my hand. I wiggle my toes against the cold floor and smile at the soothing feeling. I hold my shoes with my socks stuffed in them and on my shoulder is my brother's fanny pack. 

I lightly drop my shoes down to the ground before pulling the fanny pack around to my front to get out a piece of gum. The boys start playing Now or Never, making me smile as I watch them dance around. I watch as they play and I see Luke look down at my feet before chuckling and shaking his head, then starting to sing. 

♪ Take off, last stop

Countdown 'til we blast open the top

Face first, full charge

Electric hammer to the heart ♪

I smile at the passion my brother and best friend have up on the stage. All the boys are sweating as they jump around and jam to the music. I continue to dance around and Luke keeps smiling when he looks at me, making my stomach flip every time. 

♪ Clocks move forward

But we don't get older, no

Kept on climbing

'Til our stars collided

And all the times we fell behind

Were just the keys to paradise ♪

Luke sings and as they come up onto the next part the others join in on the verse. I stop dancing for a moment to watch as Luke finishes his line so passionately. I smile at him as I wiggle my toes a bit. 

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

They all end the last verse together and Luke sings the next part. He continues to smile at me like a lovesick puppy and I can’t help but do the same. I watch in awe as he sings like he’s singing to me and I find myself wishing he would be. 

Being best friends with the guy you're in love with and one of your brother's best friends is hard. Alex of course knows how I feel, heck, he pegged me liking Luke even before I realized it. But he’d never in a million years spill my secrets. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never ♪

I blush lightly when Luke winks at me as he sings his heart out. He smirks when he sees my reaction, then goes back to singing and I wiggle my feet some more as they continue with the song. 

♪ Hear the noise in my head

It's calling out like a voice I can't forget

One life, no regrets

Catch up, got no time to catch my breath ♪

Luke continues to look at me and I can’t help but to have an overwhelming feeling of love for him even though we are very much not a couple. I move over and take Alex’s fanny pack off my shoulder and grab my water off the stool I had set it on. As I move the floor is colder on my feet and I can’t help but smile as I wiggle my toes again. 

♪ And clocks move faster

'Cause it's all we're after now, oh ♪

Luke finishes the last line and nods at Reggie for him to come sing with him. Reggie goes over to him and they sing together into the mic, facing each other and I smile even more. 

♪ Won't stop climbing

'Cause this is our time, yeah ♪

Reggie and Luke sing the line together, then Luke smiles as he pushes Reggie back to his spot on the stage as he continues to sing into his mic alone. Luke turns and looks back at me with a huge grin. He shakes his head again, but never wavers in his singing. 

♪ When all the days felt black and white

Those were the best shades of my life ♪

When Luke is done with the last line, they all come in to sing the next part and I sway with the song. If we were in the garage, I’d be full on rocking out, but we aren’t, so I dial my dancing down a bit. 

♪ Don't look down

'Cause we're still rising

Up right now

And even if we hit the ground ♪

When they all finish, it goes back to Luke, who continues to have the most energy on the stage. I continue to lightly dance as my best friend and brother seem to push their passion on me. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever ♪

After Luke sings his line, the guys come back in to sing with him again. Now I quietly sing along, still enjoying the coolness of the floor on my feet.

♪ But live it like it's now or never ♪

When they all finish singing, Alex takes his part and Reggie does the background parts. I smile as my brother seems to have found something that makes him happy, which makes me happy. 

♪ We ain't searching for tomorrow (tomorrow)

'Cause we got all we need today (today) ♪ 

Once Alex and Reggie finish, Luke takes over singing again. I see Alex look at me briefly and I give him a thumbs up in encouragement with a huge grin. He smiles as he quickly gets back into it and I can’t help but smile proudly. 

♪ Living on a feeling that's been running through our veins ♪

After Luke’s line, Reggie then takes over this time to sing his part. I smile as Reggie, who's normally more shy than the others, gladly sings his part without even an ounce of shyness.

♪ We're the revolution that's been singing in the rain ♪

After Reggie sings they all come in again, but this time they bring claps into the mix. I smile as I clap along to their beat while they sing.

♪ Don’t look down 'Cause we're still rising up right now and even if we hit the ground ♪

“They're good, yeah?” A girl comes up and starts to clean the table that I’m next to. I turn to her with a smile. 

“Yeah, they really are. I'm proud to call the lead singer my best friend and the drummer my brother,” I say as we bop our heads to the very end of Now or Never. 

“You're one lucky girl to have their music in your life everyday,” she says and I smile. 

“Yeah, I am,” I say, turning back to watch the boys as I continue to dance lightly to the song. 

“Let me guess… don’t like shoes?” she asks as she points down to my feet while moving to a new table. 

“Yeah. I just don’t really like the construction of them…” I admit as I look down at my own shoeless feet. 

“My sister used to be the same. Then she started having to wear them more for pilates… that new workout thing…?” she explains before trailing off and I nod. 

“Yeah I’ve heard of it,” I tell her and she nods. 

“Well when she started that, she started wearing more workout shoes and now she loves them,” she continues to explain and I smile at her. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever be one to wear shoes. My mom tells me she’d put me in some when I was little and then not even two seconds later, Alex or Luke would be telling her I took them off,” I explain with a giggle and she giggles too. 

“Well that sounds like you definitely love being shoeless,” she comments and I nod in agreement. 

“Oh I definitely do,” I tell her and she grins before going back to whatever she was doing beforehand. 

♪ We'll still fly

Keep dreaming like we'll live forever

But live it like it's now or never

It's now or never (now or never) ♪

Just as we finish our conversation, the boys are finishing up and I smile as they all pat each other’s back. They stay on the stage, basking in the feeling, then they talk for a minute before coming down to where I’m standing.

“Hey, sweetheart. What'd you think? Wasn’t that awesome?!” Luke uses the nickname he’s always had for me, but I can’t help but wish it was in a different way. 

In all his sweaty glory, he comes over to hug me from behind. I squeal before giggling, nodding as he lets go of the hug and grabs his towel from my shoulder.

“Yeah, hon, it was electric,” I agree with him as I use my pet name for him and smile when Alex puts his arm over my shoulder. 

“I was on fire, sis!” he exclaims and I smile. 

“Yes you were, Lex!” I concur with a nod before giving my brother a kiss on the cheek. 

“Anyway sweetheart, we’re going to get street dogs to celebrate. You gonna come?” Luke asks as he now replaces Alex's arm with his. 

“Yeah, I think I will,” I reply and Luke smiles before giving my cheek a kiss. I push back the thought that I wish that could be a kiss on the lips. 

“Well if you’re coming, you should put your shoes back on,” Alex tells me as he bends down to pick up my shoes. 

“Do I have too?!” I whine out like a five year old, making both Luke and Alex laugh. 

“Yes, sweetheart. You have to. I promise you can take them off as soon as we get to the alley,” Luke tells me and I grin at him. 

“Ok. I guess I can,” I reluctantly agree as Alex hands me my shoes, rolling his eyes before giving me the ‘we are so talking about this later’ look. 

“I’ll put them back on here in a minute,” I assure them and they both nod before Alex grabs his fanny pack along with my water. 

“Hey! Bobby, where are you going?!” Luke asks as we watch Bobby go up to the girl I talked to earlier.

“I’m good,” he replies, turning back to Luke for a moment with a shrug before he goes back to the girl with all of us now following. 

“Vegetarian. I could never hurt an animal,” Bobby boasts as he tries to flirt with the poor girl. 

We all come up next to him and Luke puts his other arm up onto Bobby’s shoulder. He holds my hand with his other hand, something we’ve just always done platonically. Reggie stands next to me with an arm on Alex’s shoulder as Alex is on the other side of him. 

“You guys are really good,” the girl praises them and smiles at the boys. 

“Thank you,” Luke sheepishly says with a big smile on his face. 

“I see lots of bands. Been in a couple myself. I was really feeling it,” she emphasizes as she looks at us. 

“That’s what we do this for. I’m Luke, by the way,” Luke continues to flirt with her and my stomach twists with jealousy. 

But then Luke squeezes my hand and I smile at the fact that it’s for no reason but to let me know he loves me. We’ve always done that when one of us seems to be upset, just as a sign of ‘I’m here, you’re ok,’ to calm the other. It’s our way of saying we love one another without having to say it, always has been and always will be. Again, Alex gives me a look and I shrug, making him roll his eyes. 

“Hi, I’m Reggie,” Reggie introduces himself in a flustered tone. 

“Alex,” Alex chimes in, putting a hand up in a wave. 

“Y/n.. nice to meet you,” I interject with a sweet smile as I lift my hand and give a small wave like my brother did.

“Bobby,” Bobby chirps as he pushes Luke behind him a bit. 

“I’m Rose. Nice meeting you guys,” the girl says amusedly, and smiles a beautiful smile.

Luke then gives Bobby a wet willie and I giggle lightly when he does. I then hold a shoe out to Alex and he nods as he takes my left shoe to hold it for me. With my right shoe I take my sock out and Alex takes the right one as well. 

I bend down and Luke keeps a hold on my arm to balance me. I smile up at him in thanks, then finish putting my socks and shoes on.

“Oh, uh, here’s our demo. And a tee shirt, size beautiful,” Reggie croons, now flirting as well and I roll my eyes as I stand up right again. 

“Thanks. I’ll be sure not to wipe down the tables with this one,” she jokes as she holds it up to herself before she throws it over her shoulder.

“Oh, good call! Whenever they get wet, they kinda just fall apart in your hands,” Alex informs her and I smirk at him as he bashfully looks away. 

“Don’t you guys have to go get hot dogs?” Bobby asks as he tries to get us all to leave so he can be with Rose. 

“Yeah. He had a hamburger for lunch,” Luke informs Rose as he pushes Bobby back so he can talk to Rose. He then pushes off the table with his hands and grabs my hand again before leaving. 

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Luke exclaims and Reggie giggles as we all walk out the back door of the Orpheum. 

“The smell of sunset boulevard?” Alex asks and I snort as I start to giggle before groaning. 

“The shoes?” Alex asks me and I nod.

“No. It’s what that girl said in there tonight,” Luke explains as he swings our hands back and forth and kicks the puddle that’s in front of us. 

“About our music, right? It’s like an energy. It connects us with people,” he elaborates and I smile even though in my mind I’m only wanting to take my shoes off. 

“I mean, he’s got a point Lex, that’s what connected me and Luke,” I agree and Luke smiles, pulling me in so I’m against his side with his arm around my shoulders. 

“She’s not wrong, man, but they can feel us when we play. I want that connection with everybody,” Luke bursts happily and pulls the boys into our little huddle as well. 

“Then we’re gonna need more t-shirts,” Reggie jokes as he holds up one of the sunset curve shirts I helped them make a couple weeks ago and the rest of us laugh. 

“Let’s go,” Luke playfully orders and I giggle as Luke pulls me closer to leave a kiss to the side of my forehead. 

“I love you,” I muse, making him smile. 

“I love you too, precious,” he parrotes me, making me grin and nuzzle into his side. 

Out of my peripheral I see Alex shake his head lightly and I only cuddle Luke closer. Alex lets out a huff and I shrug as Luke lets go of me. 

“Let’s go boys,” Luke commands as pops his hood up over his head as we all head to the front of the Orpheum. “And best friend,” Luke adds, making me giggle. 

We continue walking forward until we pass a group of girls who are all talking and not noticing anything at all. 

“Ladies,” Reggie croons as he walks up to them and hands them the leftover shirts he has. 

We stop and wait for him as he hands them the shirts before coming back to us. Then we all continue walking and the girls open the shirts only to let out a scream. 

“Reggie, wait!” One of the girls yells out, making me giggle as Reggie smirks. 

We walk for a while before coming up to the alley to get our hot dogs. We get our hot dogs from the cook before we each pile condiments onto them from the back of an Oldsmobile. 

“Man…. I can’t wait until we eat someplace where the condiments aren’t served out of the back of an Oldsmobile,” Alex states as he turns to Luke and then walks off to the owner. 

“I mean, I can’t say I don’t agree,” I tell Luke and he chuckles as he grabs my hand. 

“Hey… sorry I got some pickle juice on your battery cables,” Alex informs the much older man and I hold back a giggle. 

“No problem. It’ll help with the rust,” the older man jokes with a laugh. 

“That can’t…. okay. What?” Alex asks in confusion, then just deciding to let it go as he walks away from the man. He shakes his head and I giggle when he comes back up next to me. 

“Confused?” I ask him and he nods. 

“Duh!” he tells me and I snort out a giggle. 

We walk over to a couch with our food and sit down. Reggie sits farthest to the left and Luke sits next to him before pulling me down onto his lap and Alex shakes his head as he sits down next to Luke. I push my hot dog into Alex’s hand and he rolls his eyes. 

“Uhh, ok sure. I’ll hold it for you, sis,” he sarcastically jokes and I giggle. 

I reach down and quickly pull off one shoe along with its sock before ripping the other off. I lean back into Luke with a sigh and he chuckles as I take my hot dog back from Alex. 

“This is awesome, you guys. We’re playing the Orpheum! I can’t even count how many bands have played here and ended up being huge,” Luke says excitedly as he keeps his arm around me while holding his hot dog with the other.

“We’re gonna be legends!” Luke exclaims with a smile. 

“Yes, you guys will be. And I’ll be right beside you the whole time,” I agree and promise them with a big smile. 

“Eat up, sweetheart. You too, boys. Cause after tonight, everything changes,” Luke informs us as he squeezes my hip while holding his hot dog in the air. 

We all put our hotdogs together as if toasting to something, then each take a big bite.

“That’s a new flavor,” Alex mentions with a mouth full of hotdog while looking at us. 

“Chill man, street dogs haven’t killed us yet,” Reggie jokes, making me giggle. 

“I mean he’s got a point. We’ve been eating here for how long?” I ask with a shrug before we all continue to eat.

Little did we know, the hotdogs had bad chemicals in them, chemicals that aren't good to ingest at all.

Y/n’s Pov:{2020 after the Orpheum performance} 

“Knock knock,” I speak as I stick my head through Julie's bedroom door. 

“Ahh, if it isn’t my favorite ghost that actually has manners. You can come all the way in,” Julie jokes as she turns to look at me and I grin as I step all the way in. 

“Hi, Julie. Yeah, the guys are not well mannered, that's something we can agree on,” I say with a laugh and she smiles, also laughing. 

“Come to get away again?” she asks and I quickly turn away from her before starting to look around her room again. 

“Yeah… he’s just…” I sigh and shake my head as I make my way to her closet. 

“Infuriating?” she fills in for me and I bite my lip as I nod. 

I start to look around her closet and find a shirt I really like. Smiling, I pull it off the hanger and turn to her as I hold it up. 

“Can I try this on?” I ask her and she nods as she gets up and grabs a notebook off her chair. 

“Sure. Just don’t do what your boyfriend apparently likes to do,” she tells me with a giggle as she sits back down and I pull it off the hanger. 

“One, he’s not my boyfriend. Two, Alex tells that story too much. It was one time!” I quickly defend Luke as I walk over to the mirror to slip it on over my shirt and Julie shakes her head. 

“Whatever, just make sure it stays the way it is and comes back to me,” she jokes and I roll my eyes in the mirror at her. 

“Yeah, yeah. One time. One time Luke steals a shirt and cuts it up, then we both become shirt villains,” I joke as I turn to look at her. 

“Well? Does it look good on me?” I ask her as I hold my arms out and spin a little. 

“Yeah. It does. Go ahead and borrow it whenever you want to,” she tells me when she looks up at me from writing and I grin at her.

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles sweetly back at me. 

“Of course. That’s what girlfriends are for,” Julie says as she continues to write in her book. 

“I’ve never really had girl friends. I’ve only ever had the boys…” I tell her, my voice thick with emotion and she gets up from the bed. 

“Well, you have me and Flynn now,” she tells me as she comes up beside me. 

“Wanna try on anything else?” she asks and I shrug, making her smile. 

“Really y/n, it’s ok. Try whatever you like,” she reiterates to me and I grin, making her smile as she goes and sits back on her bed. 

I excitedly walk over to her closet and look through it. I look at her shirts for a few minutes, but nothing jumps out at me. I sigh and let my head fall with my eyes falling closed, making Julie chuckle. 

“Nothing speaks to ya, huh?” she asks and I huff, opening my eyes. 

My eyes light up as I see something and Julie seems to notice as she once again gets up to come over to me. I bend down and pick them up with a smile on my face. Julie watches me carefully as I straighten up and look at her. 

“Do you have socks by chance? I don’t know if mine would even be in the bags in the garage or not. I never really kept any around,” I say excitedly and she smiles, walking over to her dresser. 

“Sure, what kind do you normally like?” she asks as she opens the drawer.

“Umm, you got any knee high?” I ask and she gives me a devilish smile. 

“Oh, I’ve got many…” she tells me as she begins to pull a bunch out:

Julie lays out pair after pair and I marvel at all her choices of knee high socks. I find it hard to pick my favorite pair and Julie chuckles. 

“Pick two or three favorites and you can keep them along with the shoes,” Julie tells me and my head snaps up to look at her. 

“Really? I can keep the shoes and two pairs of socks?” I ask and she nods, smiling. 

“The shoes aren’t really my favorite anymore, so yeah. Keep ‘em. I also don’t really wear the knee highs anymore,” she says with a laugh as she motions to all the socks she has. 

“Thank you, Jules,” I tell her and she smiles, nodding at me. 

“There’s so many new patterns from when I was younger. How will I ever pick?” I ask and she chuckles as she lifts a pair off the bed. 

“I think you’d like these maroon ones or maybe the navy blue, but if you're ever looking to impress a certain someone, then I’d take one of the music notes,” she tells me as she lifts each one to show me. 

“I’ll take the maroon and the yellow and black ones, those ones kinda remind me of when Luke used to call me bee…” I fondly tell her as I pick up the socks before looking up at her to see she has an amused look on her face. 

“What?” I ask and she giggles. 

“He used to call you, bee? Really?” she asks and I blush lightly. 

“It was because bumblebee was my favorite transformer. He used it when we were like 8!” I exclaim when she raises an eyebrow at me. 

“Ok. No, that's actually a very cute reason…” she admits as she crosses her arms and I smile. 

“Isn’t it, though? If Lex were here he’d totally be gagging and rolling his eyes,” I tell her and she chuckles. 

“I could totally see that. Alex seems very protective over you,” she agrees with me and I roll my eyes. 

“You have no idea,” I joke and she laughs again. 

“You can come take my socks whenever. Like I said, I don’t wear them very often. But keep those ones, they’re yours now,” she tells me with a grin and I grin back. 

“Really, thank you,” I tell her again and she shrugs. 

“Hey. It’s nothing. I know you hate shoes, so if you like those and I mean really like them, go right ahead and keep ‘em,” she tells me with a smile and I jump up, grabbing the shoes and socks. 

“I’ll see you later. Thank you for my new shoes and socks. You think Luke will like ‘em? They match his…” I say in a bashful tone and Julie smirks. 

“I’m sure he’ll love them. Heck, he’ll probably just like seeing you excited about shoes for once,” Julie jokes with another shrug and I giggle. 

“You're right. I’ll see you later?” I ask her and she nods, grinning. 

“Got a gig with the boys tonight so I’m sure I’ll see you there. You never pass our gigs up,” she tells me as she starts picking up the other socks. 

“That’s ‘cause I’m the cheerleader. I cheer everyone on, especially now that I’m more of a background manager now that Flynn’s the real manager,” I admit and she shakes her head. 

“You’re part of the team too, even if you do more background stuff. Plus, I think of you more as our stylist than a cheerleader. Those shirts you used to make were awesome. Not to mention how you dressed the guys and me for the last gig,” she raves and I blush at all the praise. 

“Oh… that was nothing, really,” I wave her compliment off and she shakes her head. 

“Y/n, take the compliment. You're awesome at style,” she demands and I slowly smile while nodding. 

“Ok… ok. Thank you,” I tell her shyly and she laughs. 

“Now go try your new shoes out,” she jokes with me, rolling her eyes with a smile and I grin. 

“Ok. See you later!” I wave at her and she waves back. 

I quickly walk out of her room—when she opened the door I have no clue, probably when my head was buried in the closet—and I decide to just apparate to the garage. My feet lightly land on the garage floor and I quickly rush over to the couch. 

I put the bumblebee striped socks on, then the shoes and smile when I finish tying them. I stand up and grin as I dance around a little bit. Soon I get bored waiting for the guys so I decide to figure out the guy’s clothes for the gig tonight. 

I go up into the loft where all of our clothes are and look through Alex’s first. I find him a real nice light pink shirt, knowing he’d want his pink. I then look through his pants and find him one of his many pairs of black sweats. 

I then go over to his new collection of fanny packs and find him a nice jean jacket style one. I lay that all out and look over it. I then grab one of his many snapback hats and add it in. 

The blue of the snapback pairs perfectly with the fanny pack and I decide to let him pick shoes, making me smile as I’m satisfied with the outfit. I then move on to Luke’s outfit, starting with his favorite skull shirt and lay it out. I start to riffle through his pants when I hear the boys land downstairs from apparating. 

“Sweetheart, where are you?” I hear Luke shout out and I smile. 

“In the loft, Lukey!” I shout back and smile when I find the right pants. 

“There you are. Come down and cuddle?” he asks me and I shake my head, smiling more. 

“Sorry, Lukey boy. Can’t. I’ve still got yours, Reggie’s, and Julie's outfits to do before tonight,” I sadly tell him and he frowns. 

“But… if you help me, maybe I can get them done faster,” I appeal to him and he takes a moment to think it over before his frown slowly turns to a smile. 

“Deal,” he tells me and I smile softly at him as he comes closer. 

“Ok. Do you want to finish your outfit then while I start on Regsters?” I ask and he laughs.

“What?” I ask him and he chuckles. 

“You haven’t called Reggie Regsters since we were like ten,” he tells me with a smirk and I shrug. 

“I guess I’m just feeling very nostalgic today,” I comment as I continue to put Reggie’s outfit together. 

“Ok. I’m done with Reginald’s. Are you done with yours?” I ask as I turn around to look at him and again he has a smirk on. 

“What is with you today? Old nicknames and full names?” he asks and I giggle as I look over what he’s added to his outfit. 

“I really don’t know. I was hanging out with Jules today and for some reason it’s put me in a very weird happy and nostalgic mood,” I explain as I give his outfit a few minor changes. 

When I finish his outfit I fully stand up and when I do, I hear him let out a gasp. I look at him and realize he’s looking down at my feet. 

I grin as I stand on my heels, letting my toes angle out before bringing them back in. 

“Oh! Jules gave me ‘em. Aren’t they rockin’?” I ask and he gives me a sideways look. 

“Sweetheart, don’t get me wrong, they are rockin’, but why are you wearing them? You hate shoes…” he asks me and I feel a blush creep up my neck. 

“I really liked them and Julie told me I could have them, so I took them. Do you not like them? They match yours…” I tell him as I bite my lip as I look down at them. 

“No. I love them. It’s just… I’m not used to seeing you wear shoes, sweetie,” he explains as he comes over to me. 

“Oh…ok. I liked em ‘cause they matched yours. Not to mention they’re  too,” I meekly point out and I hear him chuckle. 

“Is that all we had to do all these years to get you to wear shoes? Just find you a pair that matched mine?” he asks, making me look up at him and my breath gets caught in my throat with how close he is. 

If I moved just a little bit more, my lips could touch his. Oh how badly I want to just surge forward and close the small distance, but I don’t. I look down at his lips before quickly looking back up at his eyes in hopes he didn’t catch it. To my relief, it seems like he didn’t. 

“If that’s the case, we shoulda done that years ago,” he jokes and I just watch him as he keeps a smile on his face. 

“Hey. What’s wrong?” he asks me, snapping me out of my thoughts. 

“Oh… nothing, I promise. Just… stuck in thought I guess,” I tell him with a shrug before going around him to try and go down the ladder. 

“Hey. No. I know something is up, y/n. Come on, you can tell me,” he prompts me as he grabs my hand and pulls me back to him. 

“Really. It’s nothing. I’m fine…” I try to lie the best I can, knowing he’ll read me like an open book. 

“No. You’re not leaving till you tell me what’s wrong…” he informs as he again pulls me back, but this time he pulls me into a hug and holds me there. 

“Lukey… come on. Let me go. I can’t talk to you about it, ok…?” I plead with him and he gives me a confused look. 

“What can’t you tell me? You tell me everything, sweetheart. It’s ok. You can tell me,” he promises and I sigh, realizing he won’t be letting this go. 

“I can’t tell you because it’s about you. You’ll stop talking to me and I don’t want that,” I admit in a fast jumble of words. 

“What do you mean it’s about me? Did I do something to make you upset with me? I’m sorry if I did,” he quickly apologizes and I shake my head. 

“Goodness no, Luke… I… uh… like someone…” I tell him as I bite my lip and his face falls. 

“Oh. So you’re…” he trails off and I nod. 

“Yeah. I’m in love with you…” I admit sheepishly and his eyes widen. 

“Wait, what?!” he asks and I give a nervous giggle. 

“What did you think I meant?” I ask him and he chuckles. 

“I thought you were trying to tell me you were going to go out with another guy. Ya know, dial everything back…” he explains with a slow smile making way to his face. 

“Oh… well, no…” I again nervously trail off and he chuckles again. 

“Sweetheart, look at me please…” he asks me and I do, only to see him smiling. 

“Wha-” I start off, but he cuts me off as he slams his lips to mine and I freeze. 

The kiss lasts for a few minutes and it's exactly how I always dreamed of it. At first, Luke kisses me and I can’t move out of shock, but once I’ve snapped out of it I kiss him back. Our lips move in sync and it’s so full of love. 

It’s nice and slow as Luke keeps his hands on my cheeks. My arms slowly wrap around his neck and I play with the hair at the nip of his neck. All too soon though, we are both pulling away for air. 

He lays his forehead against mine as he now wraps his arms around my waist and mine stay around his neck. He gives me one last peck before he’s smiling, making me smile too. 

“I’ve wanted to do that since fourth grade…” he whispers out as he nudges my nose with his. 

“Well… why didn’t you?” I ask him with a giggle when his face scrunches up. 

“Why didn’t you kiss me?” he sassily asks and I giggle again. 

“Because I didn’t know how you felt. I didn’t want to risk losing you,” I admit and he chuckles, shaking his head. 

“I had the same reasoning,” he admits and I grin before we both start laughing. 

“Wait, so we’ve both been oblivious idiots this whole time?” I ask and he nods while still laughing. 

“I could have told you that! As a matter of fact, I did!” Alex shouts from downstairs, making me and Luke laugh harder. 

“Well, that’s definitely one way to do it,” I giggle out and Luke shrugs. 

“I guess so, bee…” he says with a grin on his face and I immediately look down at my socks. 

“You figured it out!” I excitedly exclaim and he nods, smiling. 

“That I did. How could I forget about bee? Now if we had known that all we had to was get bumblebee striped socks and shoes that matched mine, maybe we would’ve had you in shows years ago,” Luke jokes with an eye roll and I scoff. 

“Oh, shut up. At least now I’m just like you,” I tell him with a grin and he smiles more, if that’s even possible. 

“Yes, you are and I love it,” he tells me with a smile before pulling me back to him by the waist. 

“Can I kiss you again?” he asks and I giggle. 

“Well you didn’t even ask the first time around, but you're lucky I love you or else it’d be a no,” I joke before realizing what I had actually said and I pause, waiting for his response. 

“I love you too, sweetheart,” he replies with a big cheeky smile and I can’t help but smile with him. 

“I’m going to kiss you now,” he jokingly tells me and I smile, nodding. 

He leans forward and kisses me again. This time feels just like the first, so full of love and care. I smile into the kiss as does he before again we’re pulling away. 

“You gonna come give me those cuddles now?” he asks and I laugh before playfully sighing. 

“I guess we can go cuddle now…” I reply playfully and he grins. 

“Ok. Come on,” he tells me and before I know it, I’m being pulled towards the ladder. 

We make it down to the bottom and he pulls me over to his couch before he’s plopping down onto it. He looks up at me before holding his arms out and doing grabby hands like a five year old would. I laugh as I sit down on the couch.

He wraps his arms around me and I cuddle into his chest. I sigh when all he brings is a protective warmth over me. Soon before I know it, my eyes slowly drop and I’m off into dreamland, sleeping peacefully in my best friend's arms (well, boyfriend now, I guess). Only the peaceful sleep doesn’t last very long because soon I’m jumping awake. 

“Are you wearing shoes?!” Alex shouts as I sleepily look up at him. 

“Yes, I am. Now go away, I’m going back to sleep,” I grumble as I cuddle back into Luke, who lets out a small breathy laugh and that’s the last thing I hear before falling back into a deep, peaceful sleep. 

The End…

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#FICTITIOUSCORE PERFORMANCE !

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VENUS struts onto the FICTITIOUSCORE stage with their usual unwavering confidence, getting into their starting poses, Baebi in the center as usual. This is their first music show performance for their "VENUS VICTRIX" era, being one of the three title tracks they'll perform over the next three months.

The dimmed lights intensify the anticipation, and a mesmerizing silhouette of the five members of VENUS appears on stage. Dressed in unquie denim dresses, mimicking the Japanese idol style, something Flowerbank artists are known for at this point.

"겁이 나서 시작조차 안 해 봤다면. 그댄 투덜대지 마라 좀," The girls sing in a low harmony, a confident smirk on Jiah's lips as the camera zooms in on her. She nods at the camera.

"Victrix." Smoothly, Jiah slides into her new position,moving Bliss to the center of the stage. Bliss, with her striking presence and electrifying energy, takes control as the beat intensifies. Her every move is deliberate and precise, each step oozing confidence and power.

As the group sings "주저하면 기회는 모두 너를 비켜 가. 가슴 펴고 나와 봐라 좀," Bliss glides across the stage effortlessly, her body swaying in perfect harmony with the music.

Her fluid movements command attention, capturing the essence of their empowering lyrics. Her smooth and confident dance style exudes an air of sophistication as if she were a seasoned veteran on the stage. As she raises her arms above her head, her fingers gracefully splayed like a blooming flower. With a striking look into the camera, Bliss cocks a brow as if she's challenging the audience before a playful smirk grows on her full lips.

"Venus is back," The eldest sings with her baritone voice, causing the crowd to go crazy as the beat drop comes in, ushering in the first verse of the song.

Chloe, known for her incredible vocal range, takes center stage, her voice soaring above the melodies with a clarity that sends shivers down the spines of those listening. Her passion radiates from every fiber of her being, her eyes sparkling with the joy of performing.

Sena, usually restricted to supporting roles in the group's songs, stands beside Chloe, her heart racing with nerves. The music fades away, leaving only silence in its wake, the girls' vocals only to be heard.

Chloe effortlessly demands the stage, singing "'Cause the girls, bring the boys out," with her usual strong and distinct vocals. Her breathing can be heard in the mic which she prefers so people know she's singing live.

With a deep breath, Sena steps forward, her voice blending harmoniously with Chloe's. "Girls, bring the boys out," The pair sing in unison, their notes getting higher and higher every time they sing the line until they both hit a crescendo.

The members of VENUS can't help but wear proud smiles on their faces, witnessing Sena shine like never before. Baebi raises her thumb up just at her hip, signaling her support and approval like a proud mom, her eyes shimmering with joy. Sena catches Baebi's gesture, and her heart swells with a mixture of gratitude and accomplishment, giving her an excited thumbs up back amid their choreography.

The girls end their performance with a strong ending pose. Jiah and Chloe back to back on the right, Sena and Baebi back to back on the right, and Bliss in the center.

When the camera ends up on Chloe for the ending fairy, she laughs, still trying to catch her breath but she never passes up an opportunity to be cute, making her hands form C's and putting them on top of her head to resemble bear ears as she nods her head side to side cutely. The camera moves to Baebi next, making her smile brightly, waving to the camera excitedly before blowing a kiss to the camera and ending with a sweet finger heart in front of her face.

Impressed by VENUS' performance? You can vote for them on FICTITIOUSCORE and help them take home the first-ever FICTITIOUSCORE trophy!

[themelongum]

Rehearsals with Eren

multi-chaptered rating: explicit main pairings: eren/reader; jean/reader AU: college; band

A dent to the left. A dark spot of unknown origin almost in the middle, not centered just enough to annoy a perfectionist. With my legs hung over the armrest of the old couch, I studied the ceiling of the Jaegers’ basement, giving myself a rest while the others experimented with the new tunes.

The red coating chipped off under my fingers. Not that I intended to ruin anyone’s couches, but the thing was already ramshackle, with the top layer hanging by a thin thread, begging to be detached. Anyway, this couch—and the basement itself—looked way out of place compared to the furniture upstairs, clearly indicating they didn’t care much about it.

“Are you done lazing around?” Eren’s voice cut through my train of thoughts, full of irritation.

Propping myself on the elbows, I turned to meet his frown with one of my own. “What? You were busy anyway.”

“What Eren wanted to say,” said Armin, glancing at his friend, “is that we’re done with the break. And if you’re ready, we can continue.”

“Yeah, sure.” I sent him a smile, springing to my feet and approaching the mic stand. “The same one?” I looked between the guys, and they all gave me a nod—well, almost all.

We had been rehearsing it for quite a while. And though this Arctic Monkeys’ song was among my favorites, singing “Why’d You Only Call Me When You’re High?” over and over again could easily make me hate it if we weren’t sprinkling some other songs in between. Yet, practice was essential, and besides, the vocals were quite uncomplicated, so I didn’t have much demur, especially since it did sound better with every new try.

From the moment Armin’s bass and Connie’s drums kicked in, I merged with the music, tapping my feet and bopping my head to the rhythm. Singing the lines with due confidence, I would lock eyes with Marco whenever he joined my voice. Sometimes my gaze would find Armin’s instead, and the same joyous smile would be shared between us.

Everything went fine. Until it didn’t. Caught up in the moment, I let my eyes land on something—or rather, someone—they weren’t supposed to land on. And on the most inappropriate line they did. And at the exact moment he was looking at me. On the inside, I was dying; on the outside, I finished the line, still holding Eren’s gaze.

It was after I averted my eyes, though, that the embarrassment really kicked in. Not that I had done anything embarrassing. Looking at my bandmates during the performance was only natural, wasn’t it? Yet there was some sort of implicit agreement that Eren and I were supposed to refrain from any expression of cordiality or camaraderie, and I was quickly reminded about it.

Occupied with those thoughts, I forgot to take a breath when it was necessary, so the next couple of lines came out rather weak, my voice slightly trembling towards the end. We weren’t even half into the song when the guitar stopped, causing everyone else to halt as well.

“It doesn’t sound right,” Eren said. “Something is off. And you,” he said, turning to me, “keep messing up.”

I was about to retort—to say that it was just once, that I didn’t keep messing up, that he should’ve continued playing instead of making a scene. But I didn’t say any of this. A wave of self-doubt washed over me, and the little bell in my head rang that maybe I was wrong. I did mess up. And perhaps I was messing up all along without noticing. Perhaps my judgment was corrupt. What did I even know at this point?

As the feeling of self-consciousness took root in my body, I wanted nothing more than to hide from all the gazes in the room. So, I fixed my eyes on the worn-out carpet underneath my feet and bit the inside of my cheek.

“I messed up a little towards the end. That’s probably why it seemed off,” Armin said.

“Maybe it’s enough for today?” Marco suggested. “We’ve been here for a while now, and we’re all just tired.”

This proposition made my shoulders drop, releasing the tension I wasn’t aware of prior. My eyes met Marco’s as, with a serene expression, he sent me a subtle but nonetheless amiable smile.

“Yeah, that’s enough.” Connie stood up from his seat. “I need at least four hours of ‘Call of Duty’ after this.”

“It will have to wait, though. We still have a project to work on…” Armin said, taking off his guitar.

In an instant, Connie’s face dropped. Following Armin and Marco, he trudged upstairs, groaning and lamenting about “this stupid project”.

Same, Connie. I almost forgot about it myself. Not even half of my initial enthusiasm was left. It all seemed jarring now, and the prospect of staying in this house any longer steeped me into a state of despondency.

Walking up the stairs, I could hardly discern Connie’s silhouette a few steps away due to how dark it was. So, when I felt someone’s presence right behind me, my heart skipped a beat and my breathing halted.

“No offense,” Eren said in a low voice, inches away from my ear. “You just needed to pull yourself together, so that’s why I said that.” He drew back and moved past me, leaving me puzzled.

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My 7th ARMY Anniversary

Today is my 7th ARMY anniversary!

I became an ARMY on May 23, 2017, and have officially been an ARMY for 7 years. I was 16 then and now I'm 23. It feels like time flew, yet it also feels so long ago.

To celebrate I will write about some of my favorite songs and moments:

1. Favorite BTS song?

I love Film out! Lyrically it means so much to me. It's up there with Yet to Come and Life Goes On regarding its meaning and what I personally get from it. Also, BTS' vocals are amazing, and the song is my vibe sonically. I love the simple yet artistic music video as well.

2. Favorite BTS performance?

All of their performances are amazing, so my pick isn't necessarily more amazing than any other they've done, but no one can deny that Mic Drop is amazing, and this live version is my favorite. Nothing beats a live band version.

3. Favorite BTS album?

I have a connection to all of their albums, but Wings is without a doubt my favorite. From top to bottom, its sound and lyrics are full and impactful. I love that it shows the talent of BTS as a group and as solo artists. It starts with a questioning of the self and ends with BTS' connection to each other and ARMY. In between it showcases the personal feelings of each member, and I can relate to each song in different ways. Overall, it's the BTS album and it has no skips!

4. Favorite BTS cover?

Without a doubt, Fix You. As a child, Coldplay was my first introduction to music and spearheaded my love for music. Hearing my favorite artists cover one of their songs so beautifully (as they always do) makes me speechless. 10/10.

5. An unforgettable moment?

My most unforgettable moment was probably when I became an ARMY. (Yes, I went to the Love Yourself: Tour, but in all of the excitement it's a blur in my memories.)

I remember hearing Ma City for the first time in 2015 on Spotify's radio system, but it wasn't until 2017 that I saw the artists behind the song. As a music lover, I was watching the 2017 BBMAs when I saw them getting their first award. I immediately fell in love with how authentic and grateful they were. Joon caught my eye, and soon I was falling down the rabbit hole. It wasn't long before I officially declared myself an ARMY, made an ARMYs Animo, joined ARMY Twitter, got my first bias (Jin), participated in voting for MAMA, streamed, binge-watched all of Run! BTS, their YouTube content, etc., and eventually experienced my first comeback with Love Yourself: Her. Soon after I got my first of many birthday albums and got solidified by getting my ARMY Bomb.

So, my most unforgettable moments are every time I was at my lowest and BTS helped me smile and made me feel like I wasn't walking alone.

Shifting gears a bit, let's focus on the art they've done recently:

6. Favorite Joon song?

In the same vein as Film out, the sound and lyrics of everythingoes are my favorite. I am a person who struggles to let things go, so this song helps me remember the importance of change. Sonically, this song feels like dancing on a cloud as it rains.

7. Favorite Joon album?

Right Place, Wrong Person comes out very soon, so I'm sure it very well could become my favorite since the word on the street is it's in the alternative genre (my favorite). However, my current favorite Joon album is mono. The album came out when I was one month away from turning 18, stumbling through my first semester of college, and failing said semester. It was October when it came out, and with the rainy nights spent waiting to be picked up from night class, I would blast mono. in my earphones and feel as if I wasn't alone with those heavy feelings. mono. will forever be one of the most personal albums for me. 

8. Favorite Jin song?

Jin, my first bias and fellow Sagitarrius. I see myself in his words of living for the joys in life, and I hope he doesn't struggle with the same moderation issues I do. That being said, my favorite song of his is The Astronaut. As I said, Coldplay means a lot to me, just as they do to Jin, so I'm grateful that Jin collaborated with them. The song is the perfect combination of Jin and Coldplay and the lyrics are perfect as well. Sonically it's uplifting and every time I hear it it makes me remember why music was my first love all over again. Jin's vocals are so beautiful. Also, I have always loved space. It just feels like this song is an example of why I love and connect with Jin as an artist and a person.

9. Favorite Yoongi song?

This is hard. D-Day is my favorite because it's a song that is hype in all of the best ways. Snooze is my favorite sonically as well as lyrically, but there's also Moonlight, People and Life Goes On. My true favorite, however, is Interlude : Set me free. It's up there with Film out, everythingoes, etc. as songs I will always have on my playlist. The vibe of the song is unmatched and lyrically it is so impactful and emotional for me. It makes me want to set myself free. Also, the instrumentals... 

10. Favorite Yoongi album?

I probably played D-2 too much when it came out, but nothing can beat the absolute BANGERS that are on D-DAY. Banger, after banger, after bop, after lyrical legendary, after VOCALS, etc. Listening to D-DAY feels like liberation from the self. 

11. Favorite Hobi song?

Arson. While I have always loved Hope World, and more recently Equal Sign, MORE, STOP, and NEURON; Arson was and still is so different and amazing every time I hear it. However, that isn't to say Hobi has any skips (he doesn't). Sonically, Hobi's vocals have always captivated me and lyrically I think he's truly my favorite writer in BTS. Arson has a chill yet dark vibe that I enjoy and the lyrics are twisted poetry. All I need now is the live and remix ver. on Spotify and I'll be happy. 

12. Favorite Hobi album?

Hobi never misses, all of his albums are amazing, but Jack In The Box (HOPE Edition) is my favorite. Firstly, Hobi's vinyl is my favorite BTS album I own, and his Hope Editon CD album is by far my favorite concept he's ever done. The whole storyline the album goes through is so well done and I love how (at the time) surprisingly Hobi the album is. He truly crafted each song with love and care. Also, special shoutout to some live versions of the songs included. (More please). 

13. Favorite Jimin song?

I love Alone so much. It is completely my vibe. Everything from the dark vocals to the mixing is great. I love the sad yet hopeful lyrics as well. It's one of those songs I always have on my playlist.

14. Favorite Tae song?

The entire Layover EP is such a vibe, but I have always loved Tae's song Winter Bear. It reminds me a bit of some of Coldplay's older songs and Tae's vocals in it are so beautifully understated. The instrumentals in the song are so relaxing as well. 

15. Favorite JK song?

In My You, JK writes and sings such beautiful words, and the instrumentals are so whimsical. However, my true favorite JK song is Shot Glass of Tears. As a person who has a rocky relationship with alcohol and those who overconsume it, listening to this song is like a beautiful sonic therapy. JK's vocals are perhaps my favorite I've ever heard from him, and the instruments of the song are so emotional.

If you read all of this, thank you. I have enjoyed my journey with BTS and I know I will continue to enjoy their art that inspires and heals me for many years to come.

[ggukkiedae]

Love Yourself: Answer

Visuals:

the black hair stayed especially since she had a drama to film

but the stylists always made sure to add hair tinsel

consistent with the last comeback, she still was constantly styled in tall af heels making everyone have a heart attack with how she danced in them

Album Credits:

Production: dimple, mic drop, go go, the truth untold, magic shop, anpanman, tear, euphoria, trivia: why (solo), i'm fine, idol, answer: love myself

lyrics: dna, best of me, dimple, mic drop, go go, her, fake love, the truth untold, magic shop, airplane pt. 2, anpanman, tear, euphoria, trivia: why (solo), i'm fine, idol

choreography: best of me, go go, anpanman, trivia: why

outside of bangtan: Produce 48( We Together, You're in love right?, Still Dreaming), Waste it on me, Wanna One (the while Power of Destiny album, TXT (Our Summer, Nap of a Star), Iz*one (Violeta, Up)

Line Distribution

MV:

IDOL

also quite a dance centric video so yeah there's that

for her scenes where they're not dancing, the first one is her standing there while the members are hugging her, kissing her head/cheeks, just being affectionate

one "ursoo johda" had a close up of her tilting her head and raising an eyebrow while vibing

then her opening for the bridge was her runway walking in her hanbok style outfit before tossing the fan she was holding backwards where it flew over the others and changed the color of the background

Iconic Moments

first of all "i'm so fine wherever i go"

just the parts in the idol music video where the boys were being affectionate and kissing her head, squishing her cheeks, and hugging her while she did her lines

the last chorus of idol and yet she still somehow dances it it tall heels aksjdnf

bringing nala everywhere (except bon voyage)

literally laughing her ass off when she realized jin forgot their house's passcode plus more friendship moments in general in bon voyage

the partner dance in her solo song during the tour (plus her cute dancer who (spoiler!) is heeseung, but no one knew who he was yet)

just tour moments especially in anpanman and so what

her preparing jungkook's cake for his birthday with the utmost look of concentration on her face then jimin and hobi in giggles bc it's cute

the bangtan bomb of the boys smothering her in affection for the idol music video to the point where she'd laugh instead of doing her lines

casting announcement! sky castle!!!

just her scenes in sky castle

especially the first one where she pulls up in a motorcycle beside the rest if her family who were in the family car

producing the debut evaluation songs for produce 48

receiving the order of merit

doing something between a dance and a gymnastics routine inspired by nongak during mma

airplane part 2 in her white asymmetrical dress for mama japan (also when she showed professionalism after her top broke in fake love)

her and mark seemingly having a long conversation during the finale of gayo daechukjae

the bangtan hug at gayo daejejun for new year

and then when she ran over to wanna one to give them a little pep talk and a hug

her hype during literally every end of year idol performance, but especially the gda mma and mama one like something snapped in her

being excited for txt's debut and tweeting support for seri! (and a selca with yeonjun from 2016)

being cozy in armypedia

the grammys

being the "coach x" on produce x 101

but otherwise she was quite quiet in this era, mostly because she was busy and her schedule was literally packed

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Weekend WIP

I was tagged by @justhere4thevibez to show some of the stuff I've worked on recently (I've bent the seven day rule because I've not done a lot in the last week because of some life stuff happening)

Reblog this with up to five current WIPs

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I have two main WIPs at the moment:

This IS Music

“For someone who claims not to give a shit about what people think you can’t bear the thought of your fans finding out you’re working with me, can you? It doesn’t take much, Dustin is linked to you, and now he’s been photographed with me. Hell, this is your main studio you work from. That’s what you’re actually worried about, right?” “That’s not what I meant, and you know it.” “Do I? Because that’s how it seems. God forbid that Eddie Munson is seen dead with a corporate sellout like me.” She knows she should stop, but she’s on a roll now, and the words just keep flowing. “You’ve never had to work for this, and now you do. It's killing you that good luck alone isn’t going to be enough. I bet you never had to work for anything in your life.” “Here we go again, spouting the same bullshit, thinking you know everything about me Princess. Yeah. We got lucky and got our break, but don’t think for a second we didn’t work hard to get there.”   Corroded Coffin had lived every kid's dream, their first set of gigs in the nearest big city to the middle of nowhere town they had grown up in got the attention of all the right people, and they quickly had a record deal and a platinum selling debut album. He hadn’t slogged and played to venues of five drunks, or battled for spots at open mic nights desperate to get his songs heard, to give them a chance with anybody else just to let people hear his music like she'd had to.

“You signed three months out of high school, don’t pretend you know what working hard for something looks like.” She scoffs at him, staring him down, daring him to retort. “Oh and you would? With your perfect picket fence family life? I bet you were even a cheerleader, weren’t you?”

Speak Now (which isn't published anywhere yet)

The sun slowly sets, the inky blues of the night sky chasing it down on its journey under the horizon. In a few minutes the first stars will start to show, glinting through the inky blues above the van. This is one of her favorite places to be, lying on top of Eddie’s van, pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist. Her mom thinks she’s with Nancy, the Wheeler’s reputation giving her the easiest of alibis. Telling the truth about where she is, and more importantly who she’s with, doesn’t even come into consideration as an option.  A puff of smoke rises up above them, and she turns to look at Eddie. He’s lying on his back, already thoroughly relaxed, one palm tucked under his head while his free arm holds aloft a freshly lit joint. He offers it across to her, but she shakes her head in reply. Maybe later on, once she starts to feel the temperature drop and needs something to distract her from the cold. For now, being here, hidden away from prying eyes, free to be the person she can only be without the weight of expectation that usually crushes down on her shoulders is enough of an escape.  She sighs as she settles back, wriggling down into the blanket he laid across her half of the roof once they had climbed up here. School was winding down for the year, but the thought of the weekend ahead is still a relief. “Big plans for the weekend, Cunningham?” “Prom dress shopping.” For most other girls, this phrase would be one uttered with excitement, but for Chrissy it’s practically through gritted teeth. She doesn’t need to explain why to Eddie. He knows what her Mom can be like.  He doesn’t reply immediately, just holding the joint across to her with a tone of commiseration. This time she accepts it, pulling the acrid smoke down into her lungs and holding it before passing it back to him. She exhales deliberately, watching the smoke drift up and away from them, dissolving into the sky. The psychological warfare of trying to pick a dress that’s simultaneously acceptable for her Mom, something she would want to wear and actually in her size rather than two sizes too small for her to ‘have an incentive to get trim’ is something that can only be made to feel better with the soft buzz that Eddie’s weed brings her.

I'm going to tag (with no obligation at all) @jenniebellie @hangon-silvergirl @immortalecstasy-blog

[guscaldwcll]

GUS' PLAYLIST, SONG NO. 2 → FAMILY LINE BY CONAN GRAY

oh, all that i did to try to undo it / all of my pain and all your excuses / i was a kid but i wasn't clueless / someone who loves you wouldn't do this / all of my past, i tried to erase it / but now i see, would i even change it? / might share a face and share a last name, but we are not the same

[love4hobi]

bts is holding him back lmfao don't bother calling yourself an army from now on 💀

i havent claimed to be that for a while.. although i do still listen to their music and solo stuff which to normal people would be more than enough to classify me as a fan lmao

but even though i doubt youre even going hear me out at all, im gonna use your ask to sort of clarify what i was talking about the other day for anyone willing to listen. because although i am currently only interested in "stanning" jhope (which by the way is a completely normal thing to do, literally armys are the only people who demonize so heavily the idea of only caring for one member of group) i do feel like the things i said came off a bit harsher than i meant and believe it or not i really dont have anything against the individual bts members

most of the people that are all upset about me being a "solo stan" are probably to far deep into that cult mindset to bother trying to understand what i have to say but im going to try anyway. and i really hope that u could at least try to read it with an open mind.

first of all, when i said i need bts stop holding jhope back, i would like to correct myself in that what i should have said was that i need HYBE to stop holding him back, because i honestly feel that all the members of bts are being equally fucked over by how hybe has chosen to handle this hiatus, their solo careers, and basically the last 2 years of their career. and i dont think they have as much of say in how these things happen as people think. if u dont mind id like to bring in a visual aid 👍

now although this is just an estimation of what the next few years will look like and some little details might be switched up, i think it still gives u a good idea of how things will probably play out. literally all i meant by "bts is holding him back" is that weve been waiting since 2018/2019 for new jhope music and now that this rushed and poorly promoted release of jack in the box is over he wont be able to release anything until like 2025 at the very least. and its because hybe is going to have every other member release solo projects consecutively regardless of whether they are genuinely organically at a place of being ready to release solo music, all in order to get them back as a group as fast as possible to increase profit again. meanwhile jhope is at the top of his popularity right now following hobipalooza and yet his solo era is officially over now and he will most likely be radio silent for the next few years.

there are so many things that frustrate me about how this has all played out. first of all the fact that their enlistment was pushed back so far that it has now come at arguably the worst time in their careers. hybe SHOULD HAVE had them enlisting or putting amout solo projects as soon as the pandemic ramped up instead of forcing them to release some of the worst songs in their discography, causing them to feel burnt out and that theyve lost their direction (which is literally exactly what they said in the festa video so dont even try to say im twisting their words). as someone who still genuinely enjoys bts' pre-pandemic music, i will never understand why some fans standards are low enough to think that their releases after mots7 compare to their previous music at all

but regardless of how i feel about their recent releases, hybe has been holding jhope back since mic drop. he has been consistently getting the least amount of lines and center time, to the point where he was able to showcase more of who he is as an artist in this past month of his solo release and with his lollapalooza performance than he has in the last several years as a member of bts. i dont care if youre a "solo stan" or not, you cant argue that. how can it possibly be good for someones development as an artist to always be pushed to the side like that. he has even talked in an interview before about actively holding himself back as to match the level of the other members.

he had less than 5 total minutes of lines for the entire set list of the permission to dance on stage concerts. hybe has one of the best dancers in the industry under their roof and yet theyve had him locked up in the basement since mots7 doing such simple choreo. and now, just as he finally starting to gain some recognition as a solo artist, he will be radio silent for the next 3 years AT LEAST.

now as for what i said about the rest of bts not being on jhopes level when it comes to performances, i realize that it probably sounded harsher than i meant it. but its honestly nothing against the other members, there are very few idols or artists in general that could have put on the sort of performance that jhope did at lollapalooza. its not a bad thing that someone like jimins excels more in a group performance (which hes said himself), or that people like rm and suga arent as much performers as they are producers and song writers. but its also not fair that jhope should have to be held back from his full potential within the group because of that

anyway, the point of everything ive said is that its not the bts members im referring to when i said bts is holding jhope back, its the way hybe treats them as a unit even when it comes to their solo projects. there was so much demand for jhope at lollapalooza he could easily being doing like a tour right now or other sorts of performances, literally any sort of promo like that, but hes not able to because hybe is holding him back and his solo era that weve been waiting years for was literally over within less than a month with the absolute bare minimum promotion on hybes end and we will most likely not see much of him anytime soon. so i hope you can understand why as someone whos a fan of him, thats a bit frustrating to me.

bts have had a good run as a group, i really do still like listening to their old music and watching their performances. and if in the future any of them do release a solo project that piques my interest id like to think that id be free to express my interest in it on my blog without being boxed in to the term "solo stan". but the way hybe treats them as a they exist as a group is clearly not productive for any of them anymore and only benefits the company in the form of profit. and if youre too far up their asses to see that then i dont know what to tell u

[siren-serenity]

the harbringer of broken code (welcome to the villain's world)

"let us die together, so we can stay together, forever~"

high pitched squeals immediately responded to the end of the song. bright lightsticks were waved in the air to show their love and pride for their favorite boyband: daydream.

they were an immediate success from the moment they debuted until two years later, still ruling the top music charts around the world. emerging fresh with the concept of sleepy daydreams, they caught the world's attention with their amazing and unique choreography and stunning vocals. not to mention, they each have outstanding looks that separate them from the rest of the industry.

but of course, every band needs a good manager. and it just so happens to be the successful legacy-leaving idol, melody striker. in her early twenties, she debuted as part of the famous girl band, 'love letters' and as their leader and main producer. as part of 'love letters', she received tons of fame and influence not because of her singing or dancing, but because of her jaw-dropping, deep-psychological lyrics that manage to hook listeners in just a second. that is why love letters are still so popular even today and they owe much of their success to melody.

"thank you everyone for coming!" daejoon smiled and waved to the screaming crowd. his hair was still a bit shiny from sweat yet the smile on his face never wavered. "we hope you enjoyed the concert for our latest album: through thick and thin because i certainly did!"

"sorry, dream, but you only have a couple more minutes before you have to come back," melody's voice echoed in their ear mics as the members internally pouted.

"to our daydreams," yeonhun grinned, taking the microphone from a beaming sunny. "let's finish off this concert on a happy note!"

"aww, do we really?" sunny crossed his arms and stuck out his tongue at yeonhun. "look at everyone! they're so happy? right guys?"

a resounding, 'yes', rang around the stadium as sunny uncrossed his arms, facing the heavens. "see??"

"they'll see us again tomorrow," james replied cooly. he flicked back a lock of ice-blond hair and fans screamed again in response.

yeonhun nodded before leading his group to do their iconic phrase.

"daydreamers around the world, we'll always daydream about you!"

screams of happiness and sadness echoed in the stadium as the boyband's platform sank to the floor. they waved as much as possible before the dark background below the platform greeted them. immediately, daejoon and sunny hopped off the still-descending platform to hug their noona and manager, melody. she dons the signature oversized purple hoodie and pairs it with blue skinny jeans - as if she wasn't a millionaire with all the money she earned in the past couple of years.

"noona!" sunny smiled. his blond hair shone underneath the bright lights. "are you proud of us?"

"of course!" melody chuckled. "you managed to not only sold out tickets for today's performance but also the next two days! only major groups have managed to do that and you guys are only three years old!"

"come on guys," james chuckle, pulling a pouting daejoon away from melody. "let's not cover her in sweat, yeah?"

"nah, it's okay," she waved it aside. melldy pulled out her wallet and grinned mischievously. "you know...along the way, i saw a convenience store nearby. they have a 'buy five get one free' sale on ice cream-"

"ice cream, ice cream!" their maknae, minyeol, chanted as he pulled her away. "come on, hyungs! let's go!"

"wait, minyeol, you're still in performance clothes!" yeonhun panicked and dashed after them. suddenly, he paused and bowed, saying "thank you sunbaenims for cleaning up and helping us!" before continuing his pursuit over his lost member and manager. quickly, sunny, daejoon, and james followed their leader, not wanting to be left out. the staff around them chuckled at the cute interaction before resuming their actions of cleaning up.

"ahhh," melody let out a happy sigh. "this ice cream is the best!"

minyeol nodded happily next to her. his blue hair was covered in a black hat and he exchanged his performance clothes for an oversized black hoodie and black cargo pants. the rest of the members wore something similar; getting caught by saesangs or fans would be problematic.

yeonhun's phone buzzed. he read the message before handing it to melody who rolled her eyes.

"jisa-sunbaenim wants to pick us up now. her car is on the opposite street," melody informed them. "hurry up and finish the ice cream."

another buzz came from the phone. "she says that fans are about to leave the stadium and that if we don't leave by then, we'll be hounded by them."

"yes noona!" they chanted before eating one last bite (or in minyeol's case: finish the whole scoop) before leaving the table, politely throwing their rubbish along the way. melody was the first to leave the small convience store and spotted jisa's black van.

"she's over there!" melody gestured and sunny quickly sprang forth to run.

"jisa-sunbaenim!!"

the traffic lights malfunctioned and the stoplights buzzed from red to green. a car rushed forth and blinding headlights outlined sunny's figure against the darkness of the night. melody's eyes widened as she dashed forthward.

"sunny!" she yelled, throwing herself before him and pushing him away, just as the car crashed into her body. blood spurted out from her mouth and she was thrown into a pole, cracking her spine into two. her ribcage pressed against her internal organs, the sharp bones meant for protection pierced into her lungs and causing intense damage.

blurry eyes wavered as she tried her best to look at daydream. sunny's teary face came into vision first, soon followed by james, daejoon, yeonhun, and minyeol.

"noona, i'm so sorry!" her muffled ears picked up on sunny's wails and yeonhun's panicking.

"daejoon, call the ambulance! james and minyeol, quickly run to jisa-sunbaenim and explain what is happening. melody-noona, p-please," yeonhun's voice cracked on the last word. his hands came up to rub away the tears forming. "s-stay alive!"

"hush," her shaky hand came up to wipe away the tears. melody coughed weakly and the simple action alone was causing pain to flare up in her chest. it was excrutiating. "i won't make it. and that's okay. as long as daydream can continue dreaming, i'll do whatever it takes..."

her head tilted and her vision became overtaken by blobs of black dots. the five members' crying faces was the last thing she saw but not the last thing she noticed. because behind yeonhun's broad figure, an ominous carriage drawn by onyx horses tottled forward.

"MELODY!"

melody striker awoke in a void of umbra black, senses dulled and eyesight blurred. the last thing she remembered was being hit by a car and daydream's members crying before her...wait the carriage! something like that does not belong in the modern-day urban roads of seoul, korea and yet that was the last thing she saw before she died.

she sat up (?) in the emptiness and attempted to walk around.

"where the hell am i?" she muttered to herself. "this is some strange version of the afterlife..."

a status window popped up in front of her, making her hiss at the onslaught of bright lumiscent light. the bright blue box floated in front of her and melody's eyebrows were raised at the message.

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗

twisted wonderland awaits! you have been chosen as the new 'prefect' for the game, twisted wonderland. do you accept?

[yes]

[no]

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

"twisted wonderland?" melody gasped and her hands instinctively touched her hoodie's pockets. she sighed in relief as she took out her phone, fingers tapping against the screen (internally, melody wondered at the audacity of the afterlife having better internet reception than the streets of seoul) before reaching the app. the familiar animation, the familiar voice of a character welcoming her into the game, her favorite character smiling at her on her homescreen...yep this was twisted wonderland, melody's favorite game.

"wait so i'll be the new prefect?" melody took another look at the bright blue status window before shaking her head. her shoulders shook with repressed cackles.

"heck no!" her hand came up to slap the window away. melody's honey brown eyes twinkled. "i'm not going to be confined by some stupid prefect personality!"

she pressed [yes] but with a grip on her phone. "i'll be the new 'player' but i won't be the new 'prefect'..."

the afterlife shook as she vocalized her thoughts. suddenly, melody realized that perhaps saying such things at the crossroad between heaven and hell might not have been the smartest of things...but she was dead anyways! what more can any celestial being do to her?

the world shook even more, causing melody a giant headache that made her groan and press her fingers to her head. she lost her footing. a yelp escaped her lips as she fell, her eyes closing and her consciousness fading.

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╗

twisted wonderland awaits!

welcome to the villain's world, harbinger of broken code

[yes]

initializing body transfering...

complete!

╚═*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*═╝

[beautifulpersonpeach]

I'm listening to BTS albums in order and can't get over how good their discography is. Do you have a favorite BTS album BPP? Rather, can you rank songs in each album? I'm very curious to see how you will rank the songs in the Love Yourself album series.

In other news,

I MISS YOUR MUSIC POSTS BPP 😭😭😭

**

Hi Anon,

Thanks for the music ask! 💜

This will be a fun one because the Love Yourself series is easily one of BTS's most versatile album series after HYYH, and somewhat less pretentious than Map of the Soul: 7.

I'll rank my favourite songs in Love Yourself: Her and Tear, from least fave to most.

Love Yourself: Her

9. MIC Drop

8. Sea (hidden track)

7. DNA

6. Her

5. Dimple

4. Pied Piper

3. Serendipity

2. Go Go

Best of Me: Not only is this song the best example of Chainsmokers' brand of ditzy EDM, the choreo is also god tier - one of BTS's best. Hands down.

People always say the DNA era is when BTS broke out of the k-pop mold and left the rest of the industry in the dust. That's partly true, but something I think some people get wrong is ascribing all that viral success to DNA. As a noncommittal k-pop fan at the time, this album to me honestly felt like a honey trap. I remember I found Jimin's Serendipity intro cute, DNA was like a shiny new toy with all the bells and whistles (and college heartthrob Jungkook), but it was the sensory delight of all the b-sides that had me seriously looking at BTS as a group for the umpteenth time. I was scandalized by the lyrics of Pied Piper and couldn't stop laughing at the brilliance of that song. Jimin's vocals on Best of Me is some of his best work. Ever. Even if Jimin continues singing for 50+ years, his vocal delivery on Best of Me and Magic Shop will always be in the top 15.

Every song in this album I rank at least 7/10. It's a solid album.

*

Love Yourself: Tear

11. So What

10. The Truth Untold

9. Airplane Pt 2

8. 134340

7. Singularity

6. Anpanman

5. Paradise

4. Love Maze

3. Fake Love

2. Magic shop

Tear: Listen, this song is one of the greatest contributions to the genre in the history of k-pop. Scratch that. In the history of music. I'd place this song right up there with Pachelbel's Canon in D Major.

The first time I heard Tear, I felt like projectiles were hitting me at 140 bpm. The lyrics y'all. (Even Doolset's lyrics don't really do it justice but because I don't want to set a precedent here, that will have to do for now). People, BTS's music is a whole experience and for most BTS songs if you don't understand the lyrics you're missing out on like 80% of the beauty of the song. Tear is one such song. Because what they're saying in that song.. when I first heard it I thought this was the sickest break-up song I'd ever heard, and given this song has the same chord progression as Drake's Marvin's Room (Jojo's version is better), it was a near impossible feat to accomplish. When I later learned that BTS wrote that song to sing to each other (!)...

Y'ALL.

Okay I'm going to go on a tangent but bear with me here.

If you want to understand BTS, listen to their music. They write their own songs. That has to count for something. Listen to what the fuck they are saying. When Yoongi during the Festa 2022 dinner said the work of writing their music was difficult for him and every word felt like pulling teeth (paraphrasing here), how can you not listen to/read what their writing? Because I honestly think if more people did that, we'd see less nutjob theories in the fandom (and in fandom adjacent spaces). If more people actually listened to what the heck they're singing and rapping about, fans and antis wouldn't be surprised by Jin's comments on Youngji's show where he said they all constantly compromise on pursuing their own personal desires for each other and for the team. People wouldn't be shocked to hear Jin postponed his enlistment period from June to the winter season after discussing with the guys. We'd see less manti-lite theories about HYBE control over their artistic expression or their relationships with each other. We'd see less nonsense if more people actually took their music, this art they create, seriously.

Tear is in many ways the mirror track to Run BTS.

Every track on this album, with the exception of So What and The Truth Untold, I'd rate at least an 8/10.

[j0kers-light]

Hi Chaos- it’s anon again!

I’ve got a ton of ideas floating in my head right now, brain is going brrrrrr

Anyway!- headcannon/oneshot idea!

Does the joker perhaps play an instrument? Maybe before he became who he know him for? How’d he react if y/n knew how to play an instrument?

Keep up the good work!!!!! 💚💜💚💜

Hey hi love! 🖤✨

Oooh! I love a good brrrrr brain! I’m a musical lover so this’ll be fun to fill! I’m getting head canon vibes from this request so let’s get into it!

I hope you enjoy anon!

Joker has so many secret talents that you stopped trying to keep up of them all. He’s rather crafty and he can handle a glue gun the same way as a real one, with deadly precision.

He's a surprisingly good handyman! Nothing is broken around the apartment and if you own a car best believe he's fixing it to run beautifully. His Bunny will not have a bad engine, brakes, etc. and your oil is always changed. He isn't afraid getting his hands dirty; in and out of the bedroom 😏

Joker can cook but you already knew that. The point is, J will blow your mind every time you think, ‘he can't possibly know how to do this.’

Guess what? He does and he'll do it with ease. He doesn't even try to show off either! It might take him a minute or two to get the hang of it, but it'll get done. J will conquer any task for his Light.

That being said, you found out he could play an instrument in the most bizarre way.

You and J were out at a farmer's market with live music (he complained about wearing his face mask in the heat but he sucked it up to remain by your side)

Oddly due to said heat, the band’s guitarist fell ill and had to rest for a while. The band swore they couldn't finish playing without their frontman so they were ready to wrap things up but when you glanced to your left, Joker was gone.

Then you heard the crowd cheer and it caused you to glance at the stage. That's when your jaw dropped in awe.

Joker really didn't want to be at this festival thingy but you wanted to spend some time outdoors and the weather was ‘too perfect to waste.’

He became your shadow guardian, glaring at anyone who dared check you out in your pretty dress and platform heels. Joker also ensured that no one accidentally bumped into you as you walked through the crowd. J also held your purchases.

So far you picked some fresh strawberries that you wanted to dip in chocolate and a bouquet of flowers for one of your neighbors.

The two of you sipped on some refreshments as you aimlessly roamed the market.

You were migrating towards some local herbs when the microphone screeched and the band's singer spoke up.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are terribly sorry but Lucas isn't feeling too well so we're afraid we'll have to cut our set short. I'm sorry but its been a pleasure! Thanks for having us!"

Collective awws and low murmurs were heard throughout the crowd and you even pouted at the news.

"Dang that sucks. They sounded so good too, hope the guitarist feels better. I wish—J? J?!"

Where did he go? You couldn't call his name while out in public! Joker knew you hated when he suddenly disappeared but before you could call his cell, you heard the singer's voice come back through the mic.

"Oh wow this is a blessing in disguise!" She waved over someone to come on up to the stage.

Much to your shock, it was Joker who was being handed a guitar and a pick. What was he doing?

"Alright everyone! Give a big round of applause to John! He'll be filling in for our lead guitarist! From the top now. Five.. six.. five six seven.. eight!"

You dropped your lemonade as Joker's fingers strumming along to the melody with ease. How did he know this song? Scratch that. How did he know how to play the guitar?! No! When did he volunteer to take over in the first place?!

Anyone could recognize him up there and call the GCPD but apparently none of that mattered to him. You couldn't stop Joker now even if you tried.

The crowd was loving it. Many were dancing along to the music and having a grand ole time. Joker kept his mask on but his eyes were closed, allowing the music to take hold and guide his fingers to the right chords. It was a mesmerizing sight.

The band was covering throwback indie music and Joker fit right in, playing along like he was apart of the band for years.

You still couldn't believe this was happening.

The rumor about guitarist was true. Joker's hands were dexterous (mm.. you knew that very well) and he looked too good holding a guitar. You could tell this wasn't his first time playing one. He was way too confident and you would bet some money that he was smiling underneath his facial covering.

His green hair dye was completely grown out and so his natural sunkissed locs paired with his dark clothes gave him a heartthrob vibe that the women in the crowd were going crazy over.

"D__n he's hot! That mask is giving mysterious daddy vibes."

"Did you see his eyes? Ugh gurl, stern daddy energy! I wonder if he's single.."

You didn't blame the girls for their thirsty comments. Joker was drop dead gorgeous and his eyes were a green unlike you’ve ever seen.

As if by your silent command, his eyes opened and slowly scanned the crowd until they fell on you. Joker kept eye contact with you as he began a guitar solo.

You were [insert age] and swooning over this white man like a horny teenager at a boyband concert.

And so were the two girls behind you.

"B___h! Is he staring at us? The things I'd let that man do it me.”

Joker winked and you felt your panties grow wet. This was not good. You were out in public about to risk it all. Why was it suddenly so hot out?

You needed to sit down or you'll end up like the band's guitarist— suffering from a near heatstroke.

But Joker's unnaturally green eyes had you pinned in place. You couldn't move a muscle for the next half hour until the band announced their last song.

Of course it was your favorite.

And it was only natural that Joker whispered in the singer’s ear before going all out. A guitar had no business sounding so seductive but anytime Joker did something, it was over the top.

You shook you head in awe as he and the band received a thunderous applause from the audience. You totally lost track of the time; the farmers market was all but empty with only the workers breaking down their stands and the lingering crowd watching the final performance.

You didn’t get to buy any more stuff you were too busy drooling over Joker. And speak of the devil…

He was headed your way when the two girls from earlier decided to shoot their shot. They blocked Joker’s path to you and bombarded him with compliments.

You wondered how he would handle this..

You stood by and watched as your confident guitarist morphed back into the anti-social Joker that you knew and loved.

He ran a hand through his hair when one of the girls flirted with him and, if you didn't know any better, it looked like he enjoyed their company. Joker was a good actor, but you saw right through his act. They were getting on his nerves. The two girls were still flirting with him until one was bold enough to ask.

“So… what’re you doing later?”

"Yeah! We'd like a private concert.. if you know what we mean."

Joker finally pointed your way and they followed his finger to find you patiently waiting with a smug grin on your face. Joker was blunt with his reply.

“I do, uh.. know what ya mean. I'll be doing' her if I’m lucky.”

Now how would Joker react to you playing an instrument? That's a whole nother ballpark!

His Light is a goddess walking amongst the lesser elk and as such, J holds you in such high regard that anything you do is worthy of praise. He's an unapologetic simp. Sue him, he dares you to.

He is well aware your voice is that of angels, whether you sing professionally or not, he loves to make you sing wink. He can listen to you for hours and never get bored.

You always joke and say your race is born with music in their blood. "We can make a beat out of nothing!"

And you have. You've made a beat from the smoke alarm chirping to the annoying sound of construction work across the street. It never ceases to amaze him the music you can see and feel.

But he just can't seem to assign you to a certain section. Percussion isn't your style (even if your tiny fists are makeshifts drums) nor is any brass. The way you imitated a sax the other day was epic but still..

Maybe something refined like a flute or a violin? Eh. A piano seems too basic for his Light so he keeps thinking it over.

Joker remembers you saying you played an instrument in school but for the life of him he can't remember which one. Did you even say? No matter, he can stalk your old high school website or find your yearbook while you're not at home. Joker will find out.

Until he doesn't. He's exhausted all of his resources and he's just as clueless as when he started.

He checked the storage room, other closets, and the spare bedrooms, but there isn't any old instrument lying around collecting dust.

He knows you can read sheet music! He saw you reading a score to a popular movie once or twice and you have one framed, hanging up in the living room.

You play something and he'll find out soon enough before he goes more insane..

His answer came as an unexpected surprise.

You were invited to another snooty gala party. Joker groaned but respected that you were famous and (from time to time) rubbed elbows with Gotham's elite. He didn't want you to go but you sent him a glare and that was the end of that.

You were going and the invite included a plus one.

"You'll be up close with all the prominent members of Gotham City.. are you really going to pass up an opportunity like that?" You goaded him.

Joker had the decency to look insulted. "Bunny! Are you suggesting I would, uh hurt, innocent people at a gala, the very same one my Bunny is attending?!"

"Yes." You snort.

He added onto the dramatics by clutching imaginary pearls and pretending to faint. J swore up and down he was attending just to 'keep you safe' and that he would do nothing nefarious.

Yeah and pig could fly.

The night of the event rolled around. You donned a floor length gown that complimented your skin tone beautifully. He couldn't keep his eyes off you all the way to the event even as he parted ways to avoid being seen with you. (He hated that) Joker was ever grateful it was a masquerade party so he could wear a face mask and blend in better.

[AN: Is anyone picking up the Phantom of the Opera vibes I'm putting down? I have the theme sheet music framed 🤭]

There was an full orchestra in the hall and they played soft classical music for the fellow partygoers to talk over. It was soooooo boring, Joker wanted to slit his throat until the music lulled to a silence and the announcer's voice spoke over the mic.

"Ladies and gentlemen I'd like to present tonight's guest performer, Miss Y/n Ln!"

You flushed under all the attention but walked towards the center stage where an odd contraption was resting. You sat elegantly on a stool and Joker watched in awe as you leaned the instrument onto your shoulder before taking a deep breath.

Then his heart stopped.

Of course, how could be so stupid? Only a goddess could play something so angelic.

You were a harpist.

And the way your delicate little fingers plucked the harp's strings to create a melody, one unlike Joker has ever heard, was mesmerizing. In seconds you captured the entire ballroom's attention.

Not a murmur was heard as you played Peaches to utter perfection. The stuck up members of the crowd were clueless to what they were actually listening to.

A chill ran down Joker's spine as he watched you, eyes closed head bowed, playing this alluring piece. Your body moved with the notes as if you were dancing and your soft, billowy attire amplified the vision. Although you wore heels, you balanced yourself on your tippy toes and swayed with the instrument.

In essence, you were a goddess in the flesh and Joker couldn't be more obsessed.

The last note rang out flawlessly in the ballroom and you gently rocked the heavy harp back onto its base, before standing up and bowing yourself. Not two seconds later, a round of applause erupted in the room. None of them mattered, you only wanted one person's praise and your eyes quickly scanned the crowd for the full white mask you arrived with.

Then you found him. Joker was hidden in the shadows but close enough to rush in and protect you at a moment's notice. But currently he was eyeing you with adoration and a hint of lust.

People were asking for an encore but you knew your next performance would be with Joker in the privacy of your apartment.