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lukatheselkie · 5 years ago

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HMC- Music is the language of feelings

@hetaliamondaychallenge

Here’s my other one for today! This completely got out of hand, I had no intentions of it being this long, but here we are. This one follows the prompt a bit more loosely, but it’s still there if you squint!

Pairings: Triangle poly pairings this time! FinGerPan, and mentioned DenPruCan

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned briefly, a makeout session, lots of sexual stuff, but no actual sex. I can’t believe my ace self made something this risky 😂

(Kiku’s accent is PRECIOUS. Though I don’t feel like I did him justice 😭)

Tino flushes slightly when Kiku places a hand on his thigh. He sends a half hearted glare at him, glancing around the meeting room to make sure no one else knows what’s happening. Once he’s certain the action has gone unnoticed, he lays his head on Kiku’s shoulder to quietly scold him. “What do you think you’re doing? You know we’re both going to be incredibly embarrassed if anyone sees your hand there.” There’s a gentle squeeze from Kiku.

“No one wirr notice. Rudwig won’t ret them.” TIno laughs softly. He doesn’t want to know what Kiku knows about Ludwig to be able to blackmail him like that,—it’s definitely blackmail, there’s a gleam in his eyes—but he’s thankful for it.

“If you’re sure,” he hums out, straightening himself back into a sitting position. He places a hand on top of Kiku’s, and focuses his attention back on the meeting. Most everyone looks bored, as it’s been going for a few hours, but it’s close to the end. A few of them even come out of their imagined worlds to stare at the clock. Gilbert looks the most excited. Tino isn’t quite sure why he comes to the meetings anymore, but figures it’s to help him feel included.

“Dismissed,” Ludwig finally says, causing most everyone to jump up.

“Vait guys! Everyone ist invited to a party at mine und Ludvig’s house!” The younger German sighs, but doesn’t complain. They must have talked it over already. Good to know Gilbert doesn’t always do without thinking first. Tino was starting to wonder.

“Yeah! Party!” Mathias tosses an arm over Gilbert’s shoulder. Tino rolls his eyes slightly, smiling at his antics. He looks over at Kiku apologetically.

“Mathias is likely going to drag Lukas, Emil, Berwald, and I to the party. You don’t have to come if you don’t want to, but I don’t think I have much of a choice.” Kiku smiles sweetly at him, and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear.

“I don’t mind coming with. We can sneak off to be arone together.” Tino’s face lights up. That sounds wonderful. Suddenly, he’s excited for this party.

Kiku takes Tino’s hand and leads him to a quiet room a decent distance away from the blaring music. They can still hear it, but it’s more of a background noise now. Kiku spins around Tino, laughing, and they launch into a dance that doesn’t match the upbeat music from a few rooms away. But they don’t care. They’re with each other, and that’s all that matters at the moment. Except… They both feel like something is missing. Tino is the first to voice it. Well, this time. It’s a conversation they’ve had in the past. The context changes depending on the situation they’re in, but the main point never differs. “I wish we had a third person to dance with.” Kiku smiles sadly at him, and leans in to kiss his cheek.

“I do too.” He presses their foreheads together, sorrow flitting around in his chest. He knows Tino feels it as well, judging by his stiffness. He always goes stiff when he’s thinking about this. “We wirr find someone.” He gives him a reassuring smile. Tino smiles back at him, but it’s not as confident as his boyfriend’s. “Maybe we can find someone here.”

“You really think so?” He perks up, smile brightening a bit. They’ve both wanted to add a third for so long. He furrows his brows slightly. “But who?” Kiku presses his lips to Tino’s lovingly, trying to stop him from overthinking.

“We don’t have to worry about that right now,” he whispers when he pulls away. “Ret’s just dance together. I have a srow dance song prayrist on my phone. I made it just for us.” Tino’s chest warms with happiness. He grabs Kiku’s hand and squeezes it.

“That sounds absolutely amazing, Hani muru (Honey crumb).” The shorter man blushes, and hurries to pull out his phone. He places it on the floor nearby, and starts the playlist. They’re all slow love songs, and they both love every second of dancing together to them. Even if neither is very confident in his dancing abilities. Each and every lyric is special to them.

When the playlist ends, they’ve gone from elaborate dancing to slight rocking while staring deeply into each other’s eyes. At least an hour has passed, if not two, but the sudden lack of their music reminds them of the party happening beyond their personal bubble. The music is still going, though it’s much more relaxed than it was when they started the songs that drowned it out. Kiku picks up his phone, frowning a bit at his battery percentage, and pockets it. Tino wraps an arm around his waist and kisses the top of his head. “That was wonderful. Thank you for tonight. I’ll never forget it.”

“I wirr cherish it forever.” Tino smirks, a thought coming to mind. “What’s that rook for?”

“We could make it even more of a night to remember, you know.” He lightly flicks Kiku’s waistband, causing him to flush crimson. “Only if you want to, of course.” A quick nod is all it takes for him to pick his lover up and press him against the wall, kissing him needily. Kiku wraps his legs around his hips, and tangles his hands in his hair. Tino’s hand finds its way under the fabric of his shirt, and he gasps when he feels fingers brush over his nipples. This gives the taller of the two an opportunity to shove his tongue into his mouth, which he gladly takes.

The wall they’re on shifts, and they realize too late it’s actually a door. They tumble out into the hall, on top of someone. Kiku squeaks indignantly, blushing even harder at the warm, broad chest now pressed against his back. Tino pulls away from the kiss slightly to see just who interrupted their makeout session, scowling a bit. His expression quickly turns to an apologetic one when he sees Ludwig beneath them. He hurries to scramble off of them, tugging Kiku up with him. “Mr. Germany!” The dark haired man yelps, hiding his face in Tino’s chest. He wraps his arms around him protectively, eyes narrowing.

“Why aren’t you watching your brother? You wouldn’t want him getting too drunk.”

“I could say ze same zing about jou vith Mathias!” There’s still shock on his face, but at least he mostly has the blush under control now.

“Berwald is watching him.” Your move he says with his eyes, clinging tighter to Kiku.

“Berwald got drunk und passed out an hour ago. I zink Mathias vas driving him mad. Lukas is vatching Arthur, Gilbert, und Mathias now. Vhat are jou two doing, making out in my study?” Is that where they were? Tino hadn’t bothered to look around. He was too enchanted by Kiku. He huffs slightly, shaking his head.

“We escaped from the party when it first started. It’s nicer here. Berwald passed out? I have to tease him about that later!” Ludwig furrows his brows slightly. He runs a hand through his hair out of habit to fix it, and Kiku notices he looks a bit more disheveled than usual.

“Zat doesn’t answer my question as to vhy jou vere making out.” Tino’s anger comes back, but he doesn’t let it show. Much.

“Be glad you came in when you did. A minute later, and you would have seen more.” Kiku whines loudly, embarrassed. He whispers into his love’s ear, as quietly as he can.

“Don’t terr him that! And don’t ret me think about that. I used to want him to make me scream until I went hoarse.” He raises his brows, glancing up at Ludwig. He’s definitely handsome. And muscular.

“I can see why,” he whispers back. “Though I would rather make him scream himself hoarse.” The noise that comes out of Kiku is a mix between a giggle and a gasp. Ludwig stares at the two of them, perplexed.

“Vhat are jou saying to him?” Kiku hums in thought. After a moment, he brings his mouth back up to Tino’s ear.

“So we’re agreed, then? We try to bring Rudwig into our rerationship?” He nods, laughing a bit when Kiku smiles; it tickles against his ear.

“Oh, nothing much. Just how it would be nice to make you scream as you make Kiku scream.” Ludwig’s face goes pale, then red, then pale again. It stays there for a few seconds, before deciding red is where it wants to be. “We’re polyam, you see. We’ve been looking for a third person to bring into our relationship.”

“We won’t pressure you into it, but the option is there if you wourd rike to take it.” Ludwig stares at them for a long moment, running their words over in his mind. Polyam. Gilbert has taught him about that. It’s not something he’s against, but he never would have thought he would be invited into a relationship. He’s had a mild crush on Kiku for years, but didn’t say anything because he’s with Tino. The Finnish man is attractive enough. A bit chubby, but so is Kiku, though maybe not quite as much. Apparently he has a type. But it’s the other thing he said that brings him pause.

“Vhat do jou mean, make me scream?” Tino’s eyes glint, and he licks his lips.

“I'm not submissive. Not in the least. I don’t plan on ever being submissive. But you still have an opportunity to be dominant.” Kiku perks up, and smiles brightly at him.

“I wirr submit to you! Of course, we aren’t going to be strictry sexuar. We both want someone to be with emotinarry too. Though sex is rather nice.” Tino nods his agreement.

“We want someone to love, more than we want anything else. Think about it. We’ll wait for you, Ludwig.” He winks at him, then gently tugs Kiku elsewhere, so they can finish what they started. The German stares after them, mind racing.

“I zink jou should do it.” Gilbert is upside down on the couch, head on the ground and feet dangling over the back, where his head should be. “It’s really eye opening. Jou don’t realize how closed off ze human views ve follow are until jou defy zem. Zis ist ein I vould recommend defying. Ve’re practically immortal beings, Vest. If most humans can’t go zeir lives loving ein, how are ve supposed to? It’s so freeing to be in a non-monogamous relationship. Look at Mathias, Matthieu, und I! Ve’ve never been happier. Ve love each ozer so very much.” His voice clouds over with emotion. “I’m gonna go call zem. I miss zem.” He somersaults off the couch, and practically runs to his room. Ludwig blinks after him. Well, that’s not the answer he was hoping for, but probably the answer he needed.

“I can do zis,” he mumbles to himself, walking to the landline. He knows it’s not very practical nowadays, and he doesn’t use it very often, but this feels like a special moment. One that would be enhanced by one of his special occasion habits. He dials the number to Kiku’s house without a second thought, having memorized it long ago. He just hopes that’s where they’re at today. Thankfully, he’s in luck. The line clicks alive, and Kiku’s voice comes through.

“Herro? Rudwig? Why are you calling the landline?” Ah. He meant to call his cellphone, but that’s not the one he has memorized. “Is something wrong?” He shakes his head quickly.

“Nein! Nozing is vrong. I just… Is Tino zere vith jou?”

“Mm, he is.”

“Can jou put me on speaker?”

“One moment.” There’s a shuffling, and Ludwig takes a deep breath. This is it. This is his opportunity to back down. “Okay. Say what you wanted to.” Or continue forward.

“I’ve zought about jour offer. A lot, if I’m being honest.” It’s been a little over a month since that interaction, and he’s barely slept from thinking about it so often. Mostly, he’s been fantasizing what it would be like. At first, he thought they might all link hands as they walked, but GIlbert informed him that leads to bumping into things. More accurately, they would switch who was in the middle every time. And, though he didn’t want to think about it because of his uncertainty in it, he’s thought about how sex might work. Between him and Kiku, him and Tino, and all three of them. He’s certain all three will leave him feeling safe during such a vulnerable act. That’s something he’s always worried about, at the back of his mind. If he’s safe or not when he’s being vulnerable like that.

“You have?” Tino’s voice asks. It’s a bit further away than Kiku’s, slightly muffled, and his mind immediately goes to the gutter. He’s probably just cuddling a stuffed animal! He doesn’t believe that, but he repeats it to himself mentally.

“Ja. Und…” He can’t bring himself to say it. He so desperately wants to, but he can’t. What if they’ve changed their minds? What if they do get together, and he messes it up?

“Rudwig. If you’re worrying, don’t. We wirr teach you anything you want or need to know. And we haven’t changed our mind. If anything, we want you to join us more.” It’s unfair, how Kiku always knows what he’s thinking. But it settles his unease enough for him to say it.

“I vant to try. Danke for jour vait. I know zat must have been bozersome.”

“Not at all!” Tino’s closer to the phone now, and his mouth is full, which doesn’t help Ludwig’s dirty thoughts. “It can take a long time to decide if polyamory is worth trying. I’m just glad you are willing to give it a chance.”

“Hai! I’m happy you want to try! We both are!” He giggles. “We were just about to go on a romantic vacation. Wourd you rike to go with us?” He feels his face heat up. A romantic vacation? He really shouldn’t… He has tons of work to do. But his body tingles warmly at the thought, and he knows there’s no use fighting what he wants.

“Zat sounds wonderful.” He lets himself smile freely for the first time in a long time. Maybe Gilbert is right. Speaking of Gilbert… He rolls his eyes at the music drifting from his room. It’s an incredibly sappy love song, likely coming from Matthieu’s end of the three-way call, but it makes his heart even lighter. The perfect song for the perfect moment.

#hetaliamondaychallenge #aph finland #aph japan #aph germany #aph prussia

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exid-though · 6 years ago

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EXID members as Valar aka I need a life and some friends this is actually a long cry for help thanks

Solji - Nienna and I almost had Nienna for Jeonghwa but idk anyway Nienna is “acquainted with grief, and mourns for every wound that Arda has suffered in the marring of Melkor.” which sounds depressing but this isn’t just a long joke about Solji crying too easily and too much okay listen “But she does not weep for herself; and those that hearken to her learn pity, and endurance in hope.” AND THEN Nienna goes to the halls of Mandos so like the dead person place and “all those who wait in Mandos cry to her, for she brings strength to the spirit and turns sorrow to wisdom” like what did Solji’s unstoppable ass teach us when she got pushed back so many times when all she wanted to do was be a singer? People were like “yeah be a singer here’s 23 albums and a duo partner. oops none of these are gonna be successful at all”, “oh you’re not gonna give up? You’re just gonna be a vocal coach on the side so you can make money to continue to be in this unsuccessful duo? here’s a coworker guy to tell you it’s basically too late for you to be an idol because you’re not pretty enough to be your age and a newly debuted singer” AND THEN “you’re gonna join another group now? okay that group is gonna be unsuccessful for 2 years then you’ll have success for 2 years but then you’re gonna be diagnosed with a life-altering condition and be left to rest on hiatus another 2 years. have fun” like girl never gives up and remains grateful and gorgeous. and she cries a lot moving on.

Elly - Ulmo? Idk if Ulmo is more Elly or Lini but I’m picking Elly rn. Ulmo just kinda goes with the flow pun intended I’m so sorry but like that’s funny okay shut up so um? anyway okay Ulmo like is obviously a good guy, powerful, like only behind Manwe level cool dude you know but he kinda just chooses to be wherever he wants in the moment and doesn’t only stay with other Valar and it’s not like because he’s some emo “I’m an outcast” person he’s still very much with the rest of them and is super involved obviously when it’s very necessary with everything but he prefers to just be in his ocean and come and go as he pleases. He “never abandoned” elves/humans “not even when they lay under the wrath of the Valar”. So pretty much when I picture Ulmo it’s just this dude that wants to chill in the ocean and obviously be there for his friends when he needs to but he’s not about to like obsessively watch or follow anything or anybody and he can make his own decisions he’s just independent and wants to live his life making pretty water music and helping out when he needs to. Elly “I go with the flow” (pun intended once again) Ahn is Ulmo until I change my mind. I mean she set this up when she literally said “I like to live freely, go with the flow, I’m like that” I mean she was talking about her AND Hyelin but like still

Hani - Aule which might seem kinda odd but like hear me out read me out Aule is the “craftsman/smith” of the Valar and he loves making things and creating things. Also he “desired to make things of his own that should be new and unthought of by others, and delighted in the praise of his skill” but also he “did not envy the work of others, but sought and gave council”. Even if Heeyeon isn’t really I guess the inventive type really I think she fits this one more than others because of how she is with her projects meaning her dancing/singing/studies/etc. She’s a major perfectionist yeah but she also just has a lot of fun learning stuff and she also loves sharing the information she takes in and she gives pointers anytime like how she helps the other members with their facial expressions on stage/during performances and talks with Elly while Elly makes music. Idk if I’m making my point very well I don’t think I am at all but like maybe you get what I mean anyway like even if she’s not really the “craftsman” and more the of studious scientist nerd lmao she kinda still fits personality wise I think.

Lini - Tulkas not only because Tulkas is “greatest in strength and deeds of prowess” and ”delights in wrestling and in contests of strength” and Lini is weirdly strong for being so tiny but also because Tulkas “laughs ever, in sport or in war, and even in the face of Melkor he laughed in battles before the elves were born” like this dude not only just runs instead of rides a horse cause he’s quick like that anyway, not only, and I quote, are his hands his weapons, he’s just generally a beast of a dude and he laughs at what some might say are inappropriate times and like I’m sorry I went through some other options but Lini’s purely chaotic neutral energy cannot be matched by any Valar other than the guy that showed up to fight and laugh in Melkor’s face and these are facts.

Jeonghwa - I kinda wanted Jeonghwa to be Nienna cause like girl has so much empathy and Nienna fits her too I think but also Jeonghwa’s lowkey fits too many like Yavanna loving all that grows from the Earth and miss “in light is her power and her joy” Lady of the Stars, Varda. She could also be Este very easily? Like idk about Jeonghwa she’s just a sweet heart that wants to enjoy life but also wants everyone around her to enjoy life a lot like it’s not so simple as just saying she’s the youthful bright one or the wise one like she’s just??? both? idk bro anyway

#does any of this make sense #cause I'm switching them around in my head rn #still #exid #silm

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t0ngue-tech · 7 years ago

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All Yours | Four

“The blush you attempted to fight away intensified at the touch of his fingers. Your eyes lingered from his own down to the area that had been driving you crazy.

His lips.”

↠angst man here we go ish, universityAU↞

word count: 6k LAWDY

↠series: 1 | 2 | 3 | 5 | 6 | 7 | ↞

a/n: holy crap all yours four is finally here yall. i hope you guise enjoy this chapter ^-^

“No, I’m at the coffee shop because Jin, Jungkook, and I are studying together—hello? Dammit.” Yoongi dropped his phone onto the table and his forehead followed in suit. His friends sat still in the awkward silence in between them, not knowing what to say.

It was true. Jin had promised to tutor both Yoongi and Jungkook on history after his shift at the coffee shop. There was no doubt Seolhyun was going to automatically assume that Yoongi was going to see you instead.

He turned his head against the table and sighed. For the past week, Yoongi had been feeling weird and it was taking a toll on his productivity. Instead of mixing his music, all he wanted to do was sleep with his head in your lap and have your fingers gently lace into his hair. He hated himself for feeling this way because even if his relationship wasn’t stable at the moment, he was still in a relationship.

Slowly, Yoongi lifted his head and rested his chin in the curve of his palm. There was no way he could get any work done with those thoughts swarming inside of his head.

“Yoongi?” Jungkook spoke softly. “Do you want to talk about it?”

He hesitated at first, but he needed to voice out whatever he was feeling or else it was going to eat him alive. “Seolhyun uh… Seolhyun doesn’t believe I’m out studying with you guys.”

“Hm, let me guess, she still thinks you’re at y/n’s dorm fucking or something?” Jungkook added.

Jin choked on his drink, baffled at the information that left Jungkook’s mouth. “Wha- Am I missing something here?”

“Well you see,” Yoongi began to fill Jin in with whatever happened over the past week in a half: magically reaching good terms with Seolhyun for a while, fighting over something that involved you, and drinking away his frustration then sleeping over at your dorm. Yoongi smothered his face into his hands and let out a deep sigh. “I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“You’re not doing shit dude. She’s the one who’s worked up over your friendship with y/n.” Jungkook sighed. “Have you thought about not talking to her for a while? I’m pretty sure y/n would understand.”

Yoongi hesitated to answer because just as he remembered everything in bits in pieces the first time, he recalled you distancing yourself away from him. He remembered the loneliness and how he questioned himself what did he do to make you stop talking to him. There was no way he could go through not talking to you a second time. He wasn’t going to allow it.

“I’ll take your silence as there’s-no-way-I’ll-stop-talking-to-y/n.” Jin blurted out.

Yoongi sunk down in his seat and stared up at the off white ceiling. He had to say something because if he continued to keep his feelings inside of him who knows what he’ll do.

“Lately…” he began slowly. “Lately, I’ve been feeling like I’m suffocating.”

“Because of Seolhyun?”

“N-No.. because of..” Yoongi didn’t want to complete his sentence because he knew once he spoke it out into the atmosphere, everything inside of him would unravel and become real.

“Y/n.” Jin shamelessly finished for him.

“Whoa dude…” Jungkook’s eyes widened. He eyed Yoongi who was still refusing to look at the both of them. “Can’t blame you though. Y/n is a great girl. Sometimes I question why I didn’t fall for her too.”

In the blink of an eye, Yoongi sat up to glare at his roommate. Fall for you? He would have never allowed it to happen.

“I disapprove—hold on, Kook. Let me explain!” Jin shushed Jungkook who looked like he was ready to retaliate at his sudden answer. “You’re in a relationship, dude. I know things have been shitty lately, but even having the slightest feelings for anyone else isn’t right.”

Yoongi averted his eyes away from Jin because fuck he was right. It wasn’t fair for Seolhyun no matter how bad things were going. Also, he knew that you had morals. If you were to find out about any of this, you were probably never going to speak to him for the sake of his relationship. Seolhyun was his girlfriend and you were one his most cherished friends, he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize both relationships.

“I’m not saying I disapprove of you and y/n because honestly, you two are very compatible.” Jin added. “I just think you and Seolhyun need a nice, long, calm talk. You two really need to sort some stuff out.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Yoongi breathed out. “I should talk to her.” He gripped his phone in his hand. Maybe settling things with Seolhyun would help him come to his own senses. Maybe what he was feeling for you was only temporary because he was lonely.

“What about me, Jin? Would you approve of me and y/n?” Jungkook asked out of nothing but pure curiosity.

Before Jin could even give him a playful answer, Yoongi interjected with a slight sense of seriousness dripping from his lips. “Don’t even think about it, Jungkook.”

The latter awkwardly laughed it off, avoiding eye contact. He quickly turned to Jin who seemed to be enjoying the situation a little too much. “S-So Jin, in 1902—“

Yoongi raked a hand through his blond locks and sent a quick text to Seolhyun. He was tired of arguing with her, but wanted to try to work things out because the idea of breaking up pained him. He subconsciously opened up the conversation he previously had with you. The last text messages that were shared were talking about studying for midterms and how you wanted to jab your pen through your brain. He tapped on the keyboard and grinned at how quickly the word delivered changed to Read 6:41 pm.

Or maybe it wasn’t because of loneliness.

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[6:41] Yoongz: Study hard. You got this.

You smiled at the trail of smiling emojis that were attached to Yoongi’s text message. After studying for hours, something as small as a text from him was enough to bring your mood up even just a bit.

[6:42] You: you too! tell jungkook i said hello!

A pained sigh tumbled past your lips as you spun around in your desk chair. You peeked over at Hani who looked like she had given up on studying half an hour ago. The feeling was mutual; a break was very much needed.

“I’m going to sit on your back.” You walked over to your bed expecting Hani to protest and move away, but she patted her lower back for you to sit on.

“Be my guest. My back has been killing me these days.” She grunted at the sudden pressure when you sat comfortably on top of her. “Hunching over lab tables to look through microscopes almost every day is torture.” Being the kind friend that you were, you offered to massage her shoulders to relieve all sorts of tensions in her muscles.

“Is this why Yoongi likes having your hands in his hair, y/n? Because your hands are something else.” Thank goodness Hani wasn’t looking at you because you could feel the heat rising to your cheeks at the mention of Yoongi’s name. “Speaking of Yoongz, have you seen him lately? Cause pre-midterms has been a huge cockblocker for Jin and I.”

You chuckled at the tone of Hani’s voice because you practically see her pouting about not being able to spend time with her man. “I haven’t seen him in a while either. I think the last time I saw him was…” Of course it was the morning after Yoongi drank his night away and slept over at your dorm. You wanted to forget everything that happened because 1) Yoongi and Seolhyun had another argument that revolved around you 2) he wished that Seolhyun was more like you and 3) if your self control was completely tossed out of a window, you would’ve kissed him. Another blush bloomed across your face and you instinctively cupped your cheeks with your hands.

“I’m going to assume it was when he was drunk?” Hani twisted her body causing you to topple over onto the empty space next to her. “Honestly, I applaud you for not losing your shit and kissing him.” She pulled your hands away from your beet red cheeks.

“I’m shocked myself.” You sat up beside her and tangled your fingers in your hair. “Hani, I like Yoongi so much it’s seriously become unbearable.”

All Hani could do was sadly smile at you and stroke your hair. She constantly reminded you to not insert yourself into their relationship and of course you listened. No matter how much you liked Yoongi and how much it killed you to see him hurt because of Seolhyun, you would never forgive yourself if you caused them to split. But you weren’t sure how much more you could take standing on the sideline.

“Hey.” She flicked your forehead. “Just don’t do anything you’ll regret, okay?”

You were more than grateful for Hani. She had been there for you since the very beginning and you didn’t have her by your side, you weren’t sure what you would do.

“I hope you don’t mind if I ditch you because Jin is done studying and I haven’t seen his fine self in a long time.” You didn’t hesitate to let her go, plus you felt like you were going to die if you studied any longer.

Hani cleaned up her belongings in the speed of light, obviously thrilled to finally see Jin. You walked her over to your door and she engulfed you in a tight embrace.

“Goodbye, my troubled friend. Don’t die from studying okay? You promised to be my maid of honor someday.” Hani chuckled and detached herself from you.

“I’ll probably stop studying tonight to prolong my life span.” You both shared a fit of laughter. You pulled your door open and you were both suddenly greeted by tired looking boy with tousled blond hair.

“Uh, hi?” Yoongi flashed a crooked smile and held up a small paper bag and a cup of iced coffee.

“Hi Yoongi—bye, Yoongi! Sorry, Jin is waiting.” Hani quickly patted Yoongi’s shoulder and slipped past him.

“Be careful! It started to drizzle on my way here.” He was able to call out before Hani disappeared around a corner. “Anyway—hi. These are for you.”

You stepped out of the way and welcomed Yoongi back into your dorm. After not seeing him since that one morning, it felt a bit weird but you felt relieved seeing him stand before you.

Your eyes followed him as he settled himself on your couch, stripping himself of his slightly damp jacket. He was dressed in a plain white t-shirt and ripped black jeans; you had to admit, Yoongi looked really good in a simple outfit like that.

“Are you going to say hi or are you just going to keep staring at me?” Yoongi’s voice snapped you out of your trance. He was smiling at you and you desperately wanted to gauge your eyes out. How long were you staring at him before he decided to say something?

“What brings you here?” You toddled over to the opposite end of your couch.

“I texted you.” He said plainly.

You reached into the pocket of your sweats to find two texts from Yoongi.

[6:45] Yoongz: Would you be mad if I didn’t tell him?

[7:02] Yoongz: We’re done studying. I’m going to come over.

“Ohh.” You breathed. “Well, no I wouldn’t be mad and okay, just let me know when you’re here and I’ll open the door for you.”

Yoongi laughed at your witty reply and gestured you to sit closer to him. Your body automatically reacted and you sat yourself with a few inches of space in between the two of you. He handed you the paper bag and the smell of the coffee shop’s chocolate chip brownies was practically embedded into your dna.

It was only a small snack and a cup of coffee, but you hated how you were a sucker for small things like those. Things like these only made you fall for him even more.

“How was your studying?” You asked to break the silence.

“It was okay. Tired though.” At the end of his sentence, Yoongi readjusted himself and leaned back to have the back of his head make contact with your thighs. Having his head in your lap should be second nature for you and yet, you still nervous every time it happened.

You settled the brownie beside you to run your fingers through his hair. You almost missed it, but you noticed the corners of his lip twitch upward. It was moments like these that made your heart yearn for him even more. You had already set boundaries for yourself and Hani also reminded you what lines to not cross. Despite those barriers, you couldn’t help but fall deeper for him and it was scary because you weren’t sure how much more self control you had left inside of you.

“Seolhyun assumed that ‘studying’ was a ruse just to see you.” Yoongi suddenly blurted out and your movements were put to a halt.

“O-Oh, really? What did you tell her?”

Yoongi let out an irritated sigh and sat up from your lap. “I continuously explained to her where I was and who I was with, but I don’t think she was even listening.”

“I-I see.” You looked down at your hands and felt this enormous sense of guilt weighing on your shoulders. They were constantly fighting because of your relationship with you. Sometimes you wondered what it would have been like if you continued to avoid and distance yourself away from Yoongi. It would be lonely and heart breaking, but if Yoongi was going to be happy with the girl he loves then you would’ve let it happen.

“Stop that.” You felt his two slender fingers curl beneath your chin and gently turned your head to make eye contact with him. “Don’t blame yourself. Nothing is your fault in this situation, y/n.”

The blush you attempted to fight away intensified at the touch of his fingers. Your eyes lingered from his own down to the area that had been driving you crazy.

His lips.

You noticed that there were less evidence of chapping since you pushed the idea of using a thick layer of lip balm before bed. The distance between your face and his was about a foot apart, but it seemed like if you were to lean in, your lips would touch. Your own thoughts were killing you, raising your temperature and you were so sure Yoongi noticed.

“Y/n.” The sound of your name rolling off of Yoongi’s tongue was like velvet. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” You breathed. “I’m okay.”

He sweetly smiled at you before returning to his original position. After closing his eyes, you smiled back at his sleeping face, wishing it could be like this all the time.

↠↞

Time had passed and Yoongi showed no signs on waking up anytime soon. You were planted in the same position for almost an hour causing your thighs to go numb. But thank goodness the television remote was within reach.

You kept one hand in his hair just in case he woke up at the feeling of your hand reeling back. You slid your fingers gently down his profile and cupped his cheeks to feel his temperature. He’s freezing. After cupping his cheeks, you nervously reached over to check if his arms were as cold as his face; they were. The jacket he tossed aside had dried up, so you stealthily reached for it to cover his body but as soon as you made a move, he sat up abruptly hitting your chin with his head.

“Shit! Y/n, I’m so sorry!” Yoongi’s body instantly reacted by sliding off the couch and onto his knees to level with you.

You were crouched over, shielding your face because fuck you were hit pretty good. The pulsing feeling on your chin wasn’t dying down anytime soon and the last thing you wanted to do was cry from the pain.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” Yoongi pulled your hands away and held your face in his own. He noticed a glazed look in your eyes and immediately felt guilty. “I don’t know why I reacted like that—I—I just panicked.”

“No, Yoongi it’s okay. I’m fine. I’ll just put some ice on it.” It seemed like he was going to fetch the ice for you, but you easily cut him off.

Returning from the kitchen with a small plastic bag of ice, you spotted Yoongi still sitting on the floor with his knees huddled to his chest and his face buried in his forearms.

“Yoongi.” You called out, but no response. “Hey.” You sat down on the floor next to him and waiting for some sort of reaction, but you got nothing. “I’m okay you know.”

At those words, Yoongi slowly lifted his head to take a look at you. You were smiling at him in an attempt to show him that you really were fine.

“You looked like you were about to cry.” He mumbled.

Honestly, you tried hard to stifle the chuckle that slipped passed your lips. It was only a bump to the chin and he was completely worked over that.

“I have an extremely low pain tolerance. You know that.”

He laughed at your comment and it was obvious that he was aware of that aspect about you. You were slightly offended because you thought he was going to make you feel better by saying something comforting, but he was smiling again and that’s all that mattered.

The both of you remained on the floor watching a random television show and letting the ice melt in the plastic bag. You were completely immersed in the show until you noticed Yoongi fumbling with his phone in the corner of your eye. It was hard to not be nosy, especially since it was clear that he was staring at Seolhyun’s contact name. You didn’t want to hear anything that had to deal with her, but being who you were, you couldn’t not ask Yoongi about it.

“Everything okay?” You nudged his leg with your knee.

“Mm, it’s all the same.” Yoongi had a gloomy facial expression. “I asked to meet with her because she and I have a lot to talk about.”

You would be lying if you you weren’t hoping they’d be breaking up, but thinking that way was extremely selfish and it made you feel uneasy. Just like you’ve thought multiple times, Seolhyun’s attitude hasn’t been on par, but Yoongi loved her and you knew how badly he wanted to work things out with her.

Yoongi had a troubled look on his face, so you rested your hand in his blond hair and gently massaged his scalp. He turned his head to take a quick glance at you and you sucked in a breath. How much more were you willing to take to not grab his face and kiss him because hell, if you could, you would do it.

“She hasn’t replied yet and if I’m correct,” he checked for the time. “Seolhyun is probably eating dinner at her dorm.”

“You didn’t want to go to her instead? Since you have her dorm key and all.” You crossed your legs and fiddled with the hem of your shirt. Even if you didn’t want to, you had to support him somehow.

“Are you trying to get rid of me already?” He laughed dryly.

“Not at all.” You smiled at him and stretched your arms upward, releasing any tension in your shoulders.

“Is that my shirt?” Yoongi pointed at your body and you looked down. You were wearing a faded maroon and black striped t-shirt. It had a couple of holes around the neckline and you roughly cropped the shirt for it stop right at your waist. You were shocked at how Yoongi was able to recognize it considering the damage it went through.

“Yeah, sorry. You left it here for like four months and I thought you didn’t want it anymore.” You touched the uneven cuts on hem of the shirt. “Do you want it back? It might be kind of short on you though.”

Yoongi laughed again and it created butterflies in your stomach. “Uhh, you can keep it. It looks better on your anyway.” He reached over to tug the neckline closer to the base of your neck. You almost pulled away at first, even the simplest touches from him were like fireworks.

For the next hour, you sat comfortably next to him on the floor watching a show on the cooking channel. Once in a while, you two would exchange glances and words talking about how the easy it looked to cook the different dishes, but it was definitely easier said than done. At some point, Yoongi placed his arm on the couch cushions just around your shoulders. It almost seemed like that scene in the movies where the boy would yawn or stretch to put his arm around the girl’s shoulders whilst watching a movie. It was too good to be true and you tried to not be obvious how much enjoyed it.

Why couldn’t it be like this all the time? You loved the solitude when you spent time with Yoongi. There were days where you sat closer with him, but nonetheless, sitting with him now was still perfect. It really was all good to be true.

A deep sigh escaped Yoongi’s mouth and he retracted his arm back into his lap. He unlocked his phone to find no new messages or any phone calls and the next sigh he drew out sounded more depressing.

“I think–I think I should go and see her.” Yoongi rubbed his eyes and brought one of his knees closer to his chest. “If I just keep waiting for a reply, nothing is going to change.”

“Yeah…you’re right.” You didn’t want Yoongi to leave–it was a stupid thought because you were the one who suggested he should visit her. You wanted to sit with him even just for a little while longer.

“You know, y/n, I don’t think I give you enough credit for dealing with me.” Yoongi propped his chin on his knee. “You’re the first person I go to when stuff like this happens, it’s like second nature to me. I’m probably annoying you and disappointing you for staying with someone like Seolhyun.”

You stared at him with sadness weighing in your eyes. It was understandable as to why Yoongi stayed with her because you knew how he felt due to your past experience with ex-boyfriends.

“You’re always hoping, Yoongi and it’s not necessarily a bad thing. You hope to fix things and you want things back to the way they used to be. It’s tiresome, but you love her.” The last words came out slowly. You had to be there for him even if it hurt knowing how much he loved Seolhyun.

“Yeah,” he spat. “I love her.” Yoongi shut his eyes and you watched him ball his hands in tight fists.

“D-Did I say something wrong?” You asked, worried that you angered him.

“No, you didn’t.” Yoongi remained still for short moment. “Actually—“ he lifted his head to lock eyes with you.

It was frustrating how Yoongi held the universe in his eyes and whenever you looked into them, you saw the way the stars sparkled and the way the sun shined. Looking at him in the eyes was something you were never completely used to. He had the power to reduce you to a puddle and it wasn’t fair. Why couldn’t you have the same effect on him? Stupid. You were his friend, how could you have that kind of effect.

But in that moment, the look in Yoongi’s eyes was different. It was a foreign gaze that was new to you and it made your heart beat increase. There were no words to describe what feeling you got making eye contact with him. Your eyes left his because of the uneasiness you felt, but your attention lowered to his lips once again. He parted them slightly like he was going to say something and you quietly sucked in a breath, but he pursed his lips back together in a straight line.

“I—It’s-It’s nothing.” He sighed. “I’m sorry.”

What was that? Even after breaking the eye contact, his body language was completely off. It seemed as if he closed his body off from you, like he was hiding something. You wanted to ignore it, you really did, but your body reacted on its own and you leaned forward to get a good look of his face.

Yoongi’s eyes glistened and his eyebrows were slightly knitted together. There was a noticeable shade of red that covered his cheeks and you thought, god, he’s so cute. He caught your stare and his blush deepened. A soft stutter was released and he turned away from you.

The sound of your heart beat was so thunderous that you could physically hear it in your ears. You had never seen such a shy side of Yoongi before and it struck something inside of you. He never behaved that way around you, let alone blush that intensely before.

You felt weak. You wanted to hug him and ask him to talk to you because you wanted to know why was he acting weird. He never really expressed himself very well and you took it into account to understand his body language so you atleast have a feel as to what emotions he was feeling.

Today was different. You wanted to ignore it. You tried to suppress it, but maybe…just maybe.

“Y/n. I should go.” Yoongi spoke slowly and it almost broke your heart, but as he stood up to leave, you silently trailed behind him.

Just before he reached your door, he stopped walking and you almost bumped into him. He spun around and hesitantly squeezed your shoulder. There was comfort in the physical contact and you wanted to hold onto his hand and ask him to stay longer. You tried to smile at him, but there was a voice screaming inside of you that you couldn’t shut out.

“I’ll call you later.” He whispered.

Yoongi spun on his heel and you clutched tightly onto the back of his t-shirt. His body jumped and angled his body to look at you.

“Y/n?” He sputtered your name and you let out an incoherent squeak of his name.

It was almost painful the way your heart thumped in your chest. You could feel the urge running through your veins and before you knew it, your trembling hands crept up to hold his face. The inside of your head was swarming with blaring thoughts, badgering you to come to your senses, but your body wasn’t letting you.

You gently tugged at Yoongi’s face to bring him close enough to where your noses grazed against each other. The warmth of his breath fanned over your lips and you darted the tip of your tongue out to coat yours. What surprised you was that Yoongi didn’t move. He was giving you his undivided attention and even with him staring at you so intensely, you couldn’t stop.

It felt like the world slowed down as your eyes fluttered closed and inched forward close the remaining space. With ease, you pressed your lips against his. You didn’t dare to move to deepen the kiss, just gently kissing him was enough.

Yoongi’s lips were cold, but soft. Your entire body went numb and you knew you had to stop, but before you could, there was added pressure onto your lips. Your mind was reeling and it took you awhile to register that the pressure was from Yoongi kissing you back.

This was a dream. It had to be a dream. Kissing Yoongi only ever happened in your wildest dreams. You felt his hand rest on top of your waist and immediately your eyes snapped open. You were greeted with the beautiful image of Yoongi’s closed eyes and the wispiness of his eyelashes. It was an image you never thought you would ever see up close like this. But… oh no.

You shoved Yoongi away from you by the shoulders and slapped a hand over your mouth. He had a heartbroken look on his face and it made you regret pushing him away, but when he put his hand on your waist, you thought of Seolhyun. Tears were stinging your eyes and you needed to say something, anything.

“Yoongi, I–“ you had to bite back a sob because there were so much things you wanted to say, but even just the thought of explaining yourself terrified you.

“I need to go.” He dragged out his words and it felt like tossing salt onto an open wound. He avoided your eyes and traced his lips with his fingertips.

It was painful watching him turn his back to you. Your chest throbbed at the sound of your door clicking open and then shutting close. You walked towards the wooden frame with regret weighing in every step.

You told yourself to not cross any lines, hell, Hani was just there reminding you to not do anything you would regret. There was a hollow feeling inside of your chest, making it difficult for you to breathe.

“Y/n, you fucking idiot.” You choked out as sunk down to your floor. Using the door as support, you hugged your knees against your chest and released heavy sobs.

You ruined it. You ruined everything.

↠↞

The elevator ride down felt like an eternity. Yoongi watched as the numbers decreased with dazed eyes. There was a flatlining sound going off in his head and he was taking long deep breaths.

You kissed him.

He grazed his lips as he stepped off the elevator. Your lips felt warm and sparks of electricity exploded just at the feeling of your hands holding his face. He bit back his smile thinking about how your lips fit perfectly against his and the way you cutely held onto him prior to making your move.

The smile Yoongi was soon erased as he set out his destination to Seolhyun’s dorm building. Heavy rain didn’t fall, but with the way the atmosphere smelt like and the increasing amount of light sprinkles of rain fell, he needed to get there as quick as possible. He stuffed his hands in his pockets realizing he left his jacket on your sofa. That jacket could probably stay there a bit longer.

There was so much guilt inside of Yoongi. Not only did you kiss him, he didn’t do anything to stop you, he kissed you back instead. When it happened, he didn’t know what to do. His mind went blank for a few seconds and the next thing he knew, there was a sense of relief inside of him.

The past week his mind has been filled with thoughts of you, only you, so much that it was making it difficult for him to work on any of his assignments. The root of it all was when he showed up to your apartment drunk and venting about what was going wrong in his relationship. He remembered your gentle touches and the smell of coffee on your skin. You were always so patient with him, listening to him rant about everything and always willing to drop everything to be there for him. Could there be anymore evidence as to why you kissed him?

Yoongi shook his head and trudged faster toward the doors of the dormitory building. He had to tell Seolhyun what happened, but there was no way he could tell her that it was you who initiated the kiss. He would rather have her get mad at him than you. His reason for visiting Seolhyun was to lay things out so they can figure out a solution to repair their relationship, but if he tells her what happened, could it still be saved?

He finally arrived on Seolhyun’s floor and he was dreading every step he made. Yoongi knew he had to be honest with her because it’s only going to be eating him up on the inside. He began to recite apologies and explanations in his head, preparing himself for the storm.

When he approached Seolhyun’s door, he heard loud hip-hop music booming from behind the door. Yoongi automatically assumed it was Seolhyun she would never play music that loud of her roommate was home; courtesy reasons.

Yoongi took a deep breath and unlocked the door. He was immediately welcomed with the true volume of the music so he quickly closed the door to not bother any of the tenants. He slowly walked down the short hallway and called out for Seolhyun as loud as he could, but it was ineffective. To his left, he noticed Seolhyun’s door slightly ajar. He swallowed the lump in his throat and approached the wooden frame.

“Babe! I’m coming in.” Yoongi spoke loudly and knocked twice before carefully swinging the door opened.

All of the air in his lungs dissipated and his hands went numb. It felt as if heavy boulders were sitting on his feet the blood inside of him began to boil. Yoongi didn’t say anything. He stood there, for what seemed to be hours, gawking at the two figures on top of Seolhyun’s bed.

Before he even decided to open his mouth, Seolhyun lifted her head and noticed Yoongi in the corner of her eye. She shoved the boy away from her and scrambled with her bed sheets to cover up her body. She fished for her phone to shut off the music that were playing from her speakers.

“Y-Yoongi!” She breathed out, searching for any article of clothing around of her.

“What the fuck.” Yoongi growled.

The boy who was now wrapped up with the opposite end of the sheets turned his head to meet the glaring eyes of Yoongi. A scoff was released from the back of Yoongi’s throat.

“Seung. Ho.” He spat.

“Yoongi—babe, I can explain.” Seolhyun rushed onto her feet wearing what he assumed to be Seung Ho’s. Yoongi took two steps back from the door frame, breathing harshly.

“I—I came here to fucking talk to you about our relationship because you know, we are boyfriend and girlfriend, Seolhyun!” He finally found his voice and the words couldn’t stop. “I texted you saying I was going to come over because we needed to talk but I guess you were to busy to check your phone, huh?” Yoongi raked a hand through his hair and turned around to leave.

“Babe–“ Seolhyun reached out to hold onto his wrist, but he turned back around with lasers shooting from his eyes.

“Walking here—I was feeling so fucking guilty because I kissed y/n and I knew I had to tell you. I had to tell you because honesty is key, right?”

“You fucking kissed her?!” Seolhyun exclaimed angrily. “Why the fuck would you kiss her?!”

“It was just once, Seolhyun! It happened once and I came straight here because of my guilty conscience and judging by the sounds you were making and how tired you look, I’m pretty sure you were feeling guilty having sex with Seung Ho.”

Seolhyun was silenced at that comment and averted his seething gaze. His focus flickered from Seolhyun to Seung Ho who was always avoiding Yoongi.

“You know what? I’m done—we’re done.”

Rage pumped throughout his veins as he stared Seolhyun dead in the eyes. He had never felt this angry in such a long time–hell, anger couldn’t even describe the heat traveling through his body. Before he said anything more, he clenched his fists and stormed out without looking back at her for even a second.

♡ rae jagi

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[2015] Call You Mine

Han Sanghyuk to Ahn Heeyeon / October 21, 2015 They let me post this. Don't tell anyone it's for you.

혁(Hyuk) - Call You Mine (Cover.)

Han Sanghyuk / October 21, 2015 at 7:47pm <3 -----» I forgot this~ makes me sound less cold, right?

Ahn Heeyeon / October 22, 2015 at 12:24am .... Are you.. Um.. Are you trying to-... I-I'm going to cry.

Han Sanghyuk / October 28, 2015 at 6:18pm I'll take that as the good kind of crying? Don't cry, though... I act tough but, well...

Ahn Heeyeon / October 29, 2015 at 12:22am /nods but quickly turns away when she's actually tearing up, fanning her face with both her hands;

Han Sanghyuk / November 4, 2015 at 7:52pm A-Ah, noona... /he approaches you and tugs at your arm gently so you'd face him; Don't hide from me. We'll probably just cry together but hey.

Ahn Heeyeon / November 5, 2015 at 1:02pm I'm just- /she smiles even if her eyes are filled with tears, sniffling softly; Touched. Um, I'm a little more sensitive these days so..

Han Sanghyuk / November 11, 2015 at 4:43am Oh no... You're pregnant? /he widens his eyes, his tone sounding so surprised he could be in the theater; I knew I shouldn't have kissed you.

Ahn Heeyeon / November 14, 2015 at 9:07pm /she laughs despite the tears, ducking her head afterward as she sniffles softly; Yeah, that's definitely the reason. So we shouldn't kiss anymore. /she takes a tentative step forward while keeping her head down, letting her arms slowly loop around your middle as she seeks out the warmth she always finds there;

Han Sanghyuk / November 16, 2015 at 8:39pm /he watches you through a loving gaze, his smile so warm and lame yet he doesn't even bother disguising it; We really shouldn't. I can't think of anything more tortuous, though. /with his arms wrapped around you, he presses you closer to him, his cheek resting against your head as he sighs; Let's just keep making babies, okay?

Ahn Heeyeon / November 19, 2015 at 1:24am Mm.. /she sighs too, sniffling some more as she tries to get her emotions under control and there's always something so warm about being in your arms but she doesn't get to wonder about it too much because the next words coming from you makes her let out another tearful laughter; That'll be very tiring for me. I'll be like... constantly pregnant.

Han Sanghyuk / November 25, 2015 at 5:52am /he runs a hand slowly up and down your back, pressing a quick peck to the top of your head at the sound of your laughter; We will figure something out. I can wear a plastic bag over my face so you don't get my DNA and use it to make little Hyogis. Hah. How cute. Little Hyogis. How about... hmmmmmm. I kiss you somewhere other than your mouth? That way we can prevent a pregnancy or two...

Ahn Heeyeon / November 25, 2015 at 8:31pm Yes, please. /she nods, rubbing her cheek against your chest; Little Hyogis sound adorable and all but I think one Hyogi is enough for now. You and a couple of little Hyogis, I'd.. You'd team up against me, I'd get pranked all the time and just imagine the food costs!

Han Sanghyuk / November 27, 2015 at 4:26am /he lifts a hand to run his fingers through your hair as he speaks; Oh we'd so team up against you, prank you all the time. But we'd also fill you with love and flowers and kisses and-- Oh my god, I sound like a sap. /he laughs, the sound coming out a little high pitched; Do you think Japaning you instead will keep the children away?

Ahn Heeyeon / November 27, 2015 at 7:08am I knew it. /she lets out a soft laugh, tilting her head a little so she can glance up at you; You already do fill me up with love and kisses.. Not flowers though, you'll have to fix that. And chocolate. And another teddy bear to add to my collection. /...

Han Sanghyuk / December 14, 2015 at 5:36pm /he nods once, lips pursed in mock determination; I'll make sure to rectify it, my girl simply cannot live without flowers. And... /he chuckles as you add more to the list; ... chocolate and Hyogi bears! /he scoffs playfully, reaching a hand down to poke at your side; No, it cannot create babies unless it's connected to another being's saliva. And there's no saliva involved in Japan, so~ I believe it's safe.

Ahn Heeyeon / December 20, 2015 at 12:28am ... And gummy bears.. And chocolate pudding... /she adds with a laugh, gently swatting your hand away before letting her arms wrap around you once again - she thought about stepping back and dive into a playful mood but she wanted to cherish the proximity; If you say so~. Maybe I should question whether your saliva really is magical...

Han Sanghyuk / January 28, 2016 at 6:21pm I'll go even further! I'll build you a candy house and you can pick what to eat and when to eat it. How's that? /he holds you loosely to him, chuckling as he shakes his head; You're my girlfriend! You're not supposed to question me like that. I'm your lord and commander, how dare you. /he gasps dramatically.

Ahn Heeyeon / January 31, 2016 at 12:44am I didn't ask for a candy house though. /she playfully frowns as if she's so displeased by how you're not just going along with what she's saying and wanting; I made you a specific list of what I want and you offer me a candy house? How dare /you/? Didn't you know I'm a veeeery demanding girlfriend, we do things my way! I will question everything! Starting with your shirt. What were you thinking?

Han Sanghyuk / February 2, 2016 at 3:06am Oh how ungrateful. I might have to rethink my intentions towards you. I do sing about being a slave but I never thought I'd be one so soon. /he squints his eyes at you, leaning in "threateningly". The playfulness in him is clear, his body language and tone showing just tha; Are you going to whip me for displeasing you, princess? Should I get rid of the shirt? /he doesn't wait for an answer there and removes it on his own with a purposefully piercing gaze; Better?

Ahn Heeyeon / February 5, 2016 at 4:01pm /she tips her head back a little to keep her chin up high, your playfulness rubbing off on her (when does it not, really) and she dives right into this little game. Despite blushing (again.. when does she not), she keeps her stance and shakes her had as if she's oh so displeased; Oh come on.. /she rolls her eyes, playfulness lacing every one of her movements and she struggles not to let the lack of a shirt get to her.. Which isn't easy; Did.. I specifically tell you to get rid of the shirt? You need to start using those ears of yours. You're so bad.. Not that I'm surprised. Are you going to lose the pants too if I question them? /secretly hopes you will because hey... That's always a nice sight;

Han Sanghyuk / February 11, 2016 at 5:32pm /he gets all excited when you play along, that always having him shake with enthusiasm but he keeps as much of a straight face as he can, even if he can't hide a thing. He's oh so pleased with your blush and your own playfulness he ends up chuckling before he clears his throat and getting back into character; I can always put it back on? /he takes a step closer; Or maybe you can help me get rid of the rest that you don't like? /he tugs at the hem of his pants; They're quite uncomfortable, actually. Very warm too, scratchy... tight.

Ahn Heeyeon / February 13, 2016 at 2:13pm /she crosses her arms over her chest to try to look the part of a bossy girlfriend and she also tries to look unimpressed by your 'attitude', succeeding in keeping her expression blank except for the occasional tug on her lips; You talk too much. /she clicks her tongue as if she's so disappointed but she reaches down to hook a finger into the hem of your pants, giving it a couple of light tugs as she gazes up at you, eyebrows arched; To me it sounds like you should keep them on if they're so uncomfortable. Why should you be rewarded by having them taken off when you're not being a good boy, hm?

Han Sanghyuk / February 14, 2016 at 9:18pm /that surely renders him speechless, even motionless apart from his brows which shoot up in surprise at your response to his approach. He then blinks, trying to study your face but he can't see anything and it makes him slightly nervous. He's not seen this side of you often, even when they're teasing each other and it doesn't displease him but it does catch him off guard. Swallowing, he nips on his lower lip for a brief moment and he does mean to respond with the same level of playfulness but he can't bring himself to; Noona. /he calls softly, a little lost in his tracks.

Ahn Heeyeon / February 19, 2016 at 12:50am /your hesitation only brings out her own uncertainty seen as she had only gone with the flow but it seems that she can't tell when enough is enough or how much you can actually take before you start questioning it all. As what is typical for her, she blames it on herself even if she really hadn't done anything but maybe she had overstepped boundaries and she hadn't even thought twice before saying what she said, she figures that maybe she needs to start being more careful. Her hands drop from the waistband of your pants, the playfulness having been pushed aside and she remembers the last time when she made a joke about Ravi and you didn't take that well either so she takes a step back in order to maybe give you some space. She's a little lost too, wondering in her mind why she always has to take things too far and she awkwardly scratches an itch on her arm; I'm.. Sorry.

Han Sanghyuk / March 7, 2016 at 7:46pm /he blinks when you let go of him, glancing between your hand and your face. He studies the latter as thoroughly as he can but there's not much for him to pick up on. Oh shit, he'd ruin it; Hani. /he calls softly again, his hand reaching out to take the one that's busy scratching your arm; Don't apologize. I didn't mean for you to stop, I... /he sighs. What explanation can he really give there? He's all good so long as he's the one running the show? Is he really going to admit it's still hard for him to hand over the reins and have you think he's still hung up on his previous experiences? He can't handle the thought of disappointing you or having you think he's not completely free of his history, but then again he's hurting you in the process and it's far more difficult; I'm the one who should be sorry. Please don't think anything of this, I... I like this side of you. /he pulls you closer, his free arm slowly wrapping around your waist; I'm just not... used to it.

Ahn Heeyeon / March 8, 2016 at 5:47pm /she looks up at the sound of her name but her eyes are deep pools of confusion and hesitation. She doesn't want to think about the reasons for your own hesitation, she knows she'll start doubting herself if she gives those thoughts a chance to fester - were you still not over what you had been through? She forces that away, her body being easily pulled toward you when your arm goes around her. Even though a part of her were saddened by what the reasons why might be, she also doesn't want to appear too demanding because she also understands that a past takes time to overcome. But still.. Clearing her throat softly, her hands come to gently rest on your chest and there is no annoyance present in her, no irritation, no anger, no disappointment.. Only confusion that is slowly melting away, and warmth; Are you ever going to get used to it? /she speaks softly, slowly rubbing over your chest but there's nothing erotic or sexual about her touch even if she does like the feeling of your warm skin under her palms, it's a soothing act from her side;

Han Sanghyuk / March 15, 2016 at 6:20pm /he holds you loosely to him but still keeping you as close as possible, leaning in a bit to nudge his nose against your cheek and nuzzle you gently. He doesn't know how to speak his mind openly as he's scared of being misinterpreted but there is no hesitation from him when he answers to your question; Yes. Of course. Listen... /he sighs because he knows you well enough to conclude you'd be blaming this on yourself - at least for some part - and he's determined to change that, even if he knows there's a possibility he'll just make it even more confusing; I love you so much... I love what we have and what we've become together and I feel like this has been the most... hmmm how can I put this without sounding weird... educational? As in... I've learned more about myself with you during these last few months than I have all my life. But it's a process, one that has nothing to do with what I went through but because I hesitate when something is new, when someone takes control... It's amazing, I love it, especially because I can see how you're changed too and how comfortable you are around me now, but it's a process and it takes me a little while to ease into it. /he pecks your cheek now; Practice makes perfect, right? We'll get there, baby. I'm sorry I made you uncomfortable... I love this side of you as much as any other. I promise.

#memories

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tomhoffmann31 · 5 years ago

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Great pyramid 2020 blueprint.

The secrets of the pyramids have developed with the disclosure of what seems, by all accounts, to be a goliath void inside the Khufu, or Cheops, landmark in Egypt.

It isn't known why the cavity exists or in fact in the event that it holds anything of significant worth since it isn't clearly available.

Japanese and French researchers made the declaration following two years of study at the acclaimed pyramid complex.

They have been utilizing a procedure called muography, which can detect thickness changes inside enormous stone structures.

The Great Pyramid, or Khufu's Pyramid, is thought to have been built during the rule of Pharaoh Khufu somewhere in the range of 2509 and 2483 BC.

At 140m (460 feet) in stature, it is the biggest of the Egyptian pyramids situated at Giza on the edges of Cairo.

ScanPyramids has just distinguished a littler void on the northern face

The new hole is maybe 30m long and a few meters in tallness

Each of the three muon advances sense a similar component in a similar spot

Khufu broadly contains three huge inside chambers and a progression of paths, the most striking of which is the 47m-long, 8m-high Grand Gallery.

The recently recognized component is said to sit straightforwardly over this and have comparative measurements.

"We don't know whether this huge void is flat or slanted; we don't have the foggiest idea whether this void is made by one structure or a few progressive structures," clarified Mehdi Tayoubi from the HIP Institute, Paris.

"What we make certain about is this enormous void is there; that it is amazing; and that it was not expected the extent that I know by such a hypothesis."

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The recently discovered void is straightforwardly over the Grand Gallery

The ScanPyramids group is in effect cautious not to portray the hole as a "chamber".

Khufu contains compartments that specialists accept may have been consolidated by the developers to stay away from breakdown by alleviating a portion of the pressure of the overlying load of stone.

The higher King's Chamber, for instance, has five such spaces above it.

The prestigious American paleontologist Mark Lehner sits on a board checking on ScanPyramids' work.

He says the muon science is sound yet he isn't yet persuaded the disclosure has criticalness.

"It could be a sort of room that the manufacturers left to ensure the extremely thin top of the Grand Gallery from the heaviness of the great pyramid 2020 blueprint," he told the BBC's Science In Action program.

"At this moment it's only a major contrast; it's a peculiarity. However, we need to a greater degree an emphasis on it particularly in a day and age when we can no longer go shooting our way through the pyramid with black powder as [British] Egyptologist Howard Vyse did in the mid 1800s."

Media captionMehdi Tayoubi: "It's a major void, like the Grand Gallery, yet what right?"

One of the group chiefs, Hany Helal from Cairo University, accepts the void is too enormous to have a weight alleviating reason, however surrenders the specialists will discuss this.

"What we are doing is attempting to comprehend the interior structure of the pyramids and how this pyramid has been constructed," he told journalists.

"Popular Egyptologists, archeologists and draftsmen - they have a few speculations. Also, what we are doing is giving them information. It is they who need to disclose to us whether this is normal or not."

A significant part of the vulnerability comes down to the fairly loose information picked up from muography.

This non-obtrusive strategy has been created in the course of recent years to test the insides of marvels as various as volcanoes and ice sheets. It has even been utilized to research the bombed atomic reactors at Fukushima.

Muography utilizes the shower of high-vitality particles that downpour down on the Earth's surface from space.

At the point when super-quick grandiose beams slam into air atoms, they produce a scope of "little girl" particles, including muons.

These additionally move near the speed of light and just feebly connect with issue. So when they arrive at the surface, they enter profoundly into rock.

Be that as it may, a portion of the particles will be retained and avoided by the molecules in the stone's minerals, and in the event that the muon identifiers are put under a district of intrigue, at that point an image of thickness inconsistencies can be gotten.

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The muon locators must be set under the district of intrigue

The ScanPyramids group utilized three diverse muography innovations and each of the three concurred on the position and size of the void.

Sébastien Procureur, from CEA-IRFU, University of Paris-Saclay, underscored that muography just observes enormous highlights, and that the group's sweeps were not simply getting a general porosity inside the pyramid.

"With muons you measure an incorporated thickness," he clarified. "In this way, on the off chance that there are gaps all over the place, at that point the incorporated thickness will be the equivalent, pretty much, every which way, since everything will be arrived at the midpoint of. In any case, on the off chance that you see some abundance of muons, it implies that you have a greater void.

"You don't get that in a Swiss cheddar."

The inquiry currently emerges with respect to how the void ought to be explored further.

Jean-Baptiste Mouret, from the French national organization for software engineering and applied science (Inria), said the group had a thought how to do it, yet that the Egyptian specialists would initially need to affirm it. watch video of great pyramid 2020 blueprint.

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t0ngue-tech · 8 years ago

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All Yours

“You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.

Min-fucking-Yoongi.”

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The cool surface of the granite countertop rested against your elbow. You watched the hands of your wristwatch tick slower and slower as each second passed. You blew a breath of air upward, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. This felt like the longest shift of your life.

There was something about Thursdays at your university coffee shop that made it seem like barren land; except for maybe a couple of students and other adults who sat quietly, tapping away at their laptop keyboards. Maybe it was because other students were out in the town buying snacks and drinks to prepare for their usual Friday nights in the dormitories.

“Ugh, Jin! I’m dying here.” You spun around calling out for your co-worker who was cleaning a few of the ceramic cups.

A squeaky laugh left his full lips. “I know, me too. It’s almost closing anyways, go wipe down the tables and I’ll sweep back here.”

You sounded off with a quick aye-aye captain and walked around the counter with a damp rag in your hands.

Some of the students noticed the both of you doing your usual cleanups before closing, so they packed up their belongings and left the shop bidding their farewells. It was always bittersweet doing the closing shift because it got quieter and a bit more peaceful during the night. But what you hated the most was how long it took for the clock to strike 10:30 pm.

Little by little, the rest of the students got their refill in their to-go cups and left the coffee shop in drained yet high spirits. You began to stack up the first couple of chairs onto the glossed wooden table tops. You noticed, in your peripherals, Jin scooping matcha green tea powder into a plastic cup of milk.

“Meeting with Hani tonight?” Jin attempted to bite back his smile as he swirled the matcha around turning the milk into a pistachio green color. “How are things going with her anyways? She hasn’t come around in a while and it’s hard for me to see her too.”

Jin clicked his tongue and tilted his head to the side. “Slow and steady, my sweet. And well, you know how it is for the microbiology majors nowadays.”

“Ah, yes. It must be heaven and hell for the bio lab floor to be open until 11 pm.”

Jin hummed and proceeded to stripping himself of the corduroy brown apron. He reached into his pocket to take a glimpse at the time. “Just ten more minutes—hey, look who arrived just in time.”

At first you groaned thinking dude, we just started to close up, but when you turned around to the entrance you found yourself staring at a familiar shade of blond hair messily tucked underneath a black beanie. He had a thick gray coat draped over him with his hands shoved in the pockets. “It’s fucking cold outside.”

“Welcome aboard, Min Yoongi. Late to the party as usual.” You sang putting up another chair.

“Ah well, it looks like the party died a while ago—you didn’t lock up the bathroom did you? Because I swear to god, I’m going to piss my pants.” The sound of his voice faded as we walked down the small hallway leading to the singular restroom.

Jin called out to you, tossing the keys to the coffee shop in your direction. “Looks like I’m leaving him to you. You could dim the lights, let the moonlight shine through and heat up some paninis.”

You scoffed at him threatening to whip him with the rag you had dangling from your apron. “You’re the worst, Jin. I hate working with you.”

He walked up to you and ruffled your hair before leaving. “Love you too, babe. Don’t forget to lock up!” You playfully swatted Jin’s away and watched him disappear into the October air.

“Geez.” You muttered with a soft chuckle. With whatever strength you had left you put up the last couple of chairs. Despite the study guide you wanted to get a head start on, you thought you deserved a piping hot bowl of spicy ramen back at your room. The vivid images of the delectable bowl of ramen that filtered your mind disappeared at the call of your name.

“Seokjin left?” Yoongi questioned taking a seat at the bar.

“Yeah. I think about a minute ago?” You made your way back behind the counter. “So what? Large iced americano, the usual?” You ask already grabbing one of the large plastic cups.

“No, it’s okay. Can I just get some water or something?” He simply declined, eyes not meeting yours.

Setting the plastic cup down, you leaned against the countertop to get a clearer view of Yoongi’s face.

“Okay. Spill it. What happened now?”

Yoongi’s eyes finally met your own. His eyebrows knitted together and he rested his cheek on his palm. He sometimes hated the fact that you knew him so well.

“Same shit, different day.”

Every other day for the past month, Yoongi had called you, showed up to your dorm room, or even stayed at the coffee shop until you were done with your shift. It took awhile to get information out of him because of how closed off he was, but you were eventually granted with his usual I’m-sorry-I-bottled-everything-up vent sessions.

You learned that he and his girlfriend of one year, Seolhyun, had been constantly arguing over everything that’s anything. At first, Yoongi tried to brush off the nights where Seolhyun would say she would be coming over but not show up. He attempted to ignore the time she spent on her phone instead of having a small conversation during dinner. Yoongi wasn’t the type to explode easily. He had always been laid back and at ease, but he was still a human being with many nerves and Seolhyun just happened to strike the last one. After confronting her about all of the shit she was doing, she had promised to do better and to communicate.

The promise was, of course, broken more than once and instead of getting angry with her, Yoongi just walked away.

“You know, there used to some sort of underlying reason as to why we would fight. But it’s like I can’t even breathe in the same room as her.”

You stood there for the brief moment of him ranting.

“I went to see her at her dorm and all I asked was ‘what did you do today?’ And she didn’t even look up from her phone when she answered me saying ‘nothing much.’” Yoongi exaggerated his tone voice at the end of his sentence. He brought his hands to his face and stretched his face muscles downward. “I didn’t even say anything when I left her dorm.”

The atmosphere was thick and silent. You had so much you wanted to say to him but now was not the time. Instead, you settled with a barely audible whisper of I’m sorry, Yoongi.

He shrugged his shoulders and hopped off the bar chair. He already knew what you thought of Seolhyun: a fucking stubborn bitch who doesn’t know the first thing about communication; your words, definitely not his.

“Could I stay at your dorm? I just—I really don’t want to go to mine.” Yoongi released himself of his coat to fix the thin sweater underneath. “Jungkook is probably playing Overwatch and my walls become paper thin the moment he starts gaming. Plus, you have a solo dorm. It’s ten times better than having a roommate, especially one who games every Monday and Thursday.”

How could you decline? Jungkook was a dear friend, but you knew exactly how competitive he was after staying late at their dorm one night. There was nothing but loud talking and curse words coming from behind his bedroom door.

“Fine with me, Yoongs. Just let me lock up first.”

You walked into the back room to retrieve your belongings. You did a final check of the espresso machines, the shelves of assorted coffee beans, and you made sure you locked up the bathroom.

Yoongi stood at the entrance patiently waiting for you to be done with whatever it was you were doing. He caught you approaching him whilst slipping on a cream cardigan. He clicked his tongue and reached for your school bag.

“Yoongi, hey, I can carry it you know.” He stayed quiet as he slipped his arms through the straps. You opened your mouth to protest, but he was now closer and trying to get you to wear his coat. “Yoongi. I’m okay! You said it’s freezing out there. Just wear your coat.”

You tried to move away from him, but he pouted and gently pulled a few strands of your hair. A quiet yelp left your lips as you mimicked his pout.

“Please just—” Yoongi opened up his coat for you to put you arms through. “I don’t want to argue, please. I’m so tired of arguing.”

The sound of his voice practically broke your heart. It was the sound of a month’s worth of petty arguing and possible sleepless nights. Without a word, you reached back to fit your arms into the sleeves of the coat.

The both of you walked out and a gust of wind whirled through right on cue. You were busy turning the key in the lock, but you swore you heard the sound of Yoongi’s teeth chattering. The soft click of the lock sounded and you immediately turned around to squint your eyes at Yoongi. He tried to play it off by biting down on his bottom lip, but it was obvious and he knew you weren’t that stupid.

“Here.” You stood as close as possible and hooked both of your arms around one of his. “Hopefully this helps a little.”

Yoongi let out a chuckle and broke free of your hold to drape his arm over your shoulders. He pulled you closer into in his side and on impulse, your around crept up beneath your backpack to capture his waist.

“I think this a little better.” He chuckled and took the first steps, guiding you down the path toward you dorm.

There was a god awful emptiness in your chest. You physically could feel the oxygen leaving every particle of your body. The hollowness sucked your throat dry, but you tried your best to keep a conversation with him without wavering.

↠↞

It almost seemed too natural the way Yoongi stole your dorm keys away from you in the elevator heading up to the eighth floor. Even more natural when he unlocked your door, kicking his shoes off near the entrance and making his way to your bedroom to drop your bag.

“Jesus, Yoongi. You could’ve at least neatly aligned your shoes with my other ones.” You shuffled his shoes with you sock covered feet. “Yoongi?”

“You got any water bottles left?” He nonchalantly asked, now in your small kitchen rummaging through your fridge.

“My god…” You muttered hanging his coat over one of your kitchen chairs. “Yoongi at least close my fridge, please?”

He stood in front of your opened refrigerator drinking half of his water bottle. A small laugh followed as he finally closed the door.

“I should’ve have signed up for a solo dorm instead.” Yoongi left the kitchen to drop your keys onto your kitchen table as well as his own lanyard filled with keys. “You’re practically living in an apartment.”

“But you love Jungkook.”

Yoongi scrunched his face, scanning his surroundings. “I guess.”

“You’re not hungry, Yoongs?”

“No. Just really, really, really exhausted.” You watched him disappear again into your bedroom like it was his own.

You also scanned your surroundings, eyes falling onto the black coffee table in your living room. The smooth surface looked almost like the perfect space to repeatedly slam your forehead into. Suddenly, the idea of spicy ramen didn’t sound as delicious as it did back at the coffee shop.

You turned off your kitchen light and strided into your bedroom. Five minutes didn’t pass since Yoongi walked in your room and he was already knocked out cold. You closed the door behind you and rolled your eyes.

Yoongi took the farthest side of your bed and was facing the wall. You took this opportunity to quietly change out of your clothes into something more home-friendly. You settled with a random crewneck sweatshirt that sat on your desk and the drawstring gray shorts you usually wore to bed.

It took you a while to actually get under the blanket with Yoongi sleeping soundly underneath it as well. But you realized that you had the opening shift the next morning, so after setting an early alarm on your phone, you slipped in next to him.

The feeling of Yoongi beside you wasn’t foreign, but no matter how many times it had happened, your heart never learned to calm down. You turned to your side to stare at the back of Yoongi’s head. His beanie was discarded somewhere in your room and you watched the rise and fall of his shoulders. It was in this silence of your bedroom where you recalled your first meeting with Yoongi.

↠↞

“Look, Hani, I appreciate what you’re doing for me but I could’ve found an on campus job on my own.” You spoke into your phone, walking down a path scattered with autumn leaves.

“You worked at a coffee shop at the community college, so you might as well stick to what you know.”

“Yeah, but—” You saw the lettering of the university coffee shop coming into view. “I didn’t even properly meet Seokjin!”

“Oh, hush! I already told you he’s great. Plus isn’t even better working at the coffee shop nearest to your dorm?”

“Ugh, I guess.” You fingers curled around the door handle and pushed it opened. The smell of brewing coffee and toasted bread naturally welcomed you. “Okay, I’ll text you later.”

Hani sang a quick love you before hanging up the call. The sighting of what Hani described as a tall man sculpted by angels themselves. Seokjin had raven hair that covered his forehead when you first met him. He greeted you with the call of your name and a gentle smile behind the glass container of pastries and ready to heat food.

“Good afternoon! I’m so sorry we couldn’t meet sooner.” He walked out from behind the counter and it shocked you to see how tall and broad his shoulders were. He stuck out his hand. “Seokjin, you can call me Jin, pleased to meet you.”

You repeated your name with a laugh as if he didn’t already say your name. Your hand made contact with his and you squeezed. “It’s nice to meet you too.”

Seokjin guided you behind the counter to officially hand you your name tag and apron. “Hani told me you have barista experience.”

“Yeah, I worked at the one at the community college I was enrolled at.” You say trying to tie the strings behind you.

Seokjin smiled and gently brushed away your fumbling fingers to help you. “How long did you work as a barista?”

“Hm, since I enrolled so, about two years?” You felt the tap of Seokjin’s hand on your shoulder. “Thanks by the way, for tying my apron and for hiring me right away.” You gave him a smile filled with so much gratitude.

“It’s my pleasure, really. I hope you didn’t mind skipping any introductions and starting your first shift.” He said apologetically walking towards the register.

“It’s no problem, Jin. I make a mean cinnamon cream latte.” The biggest grin tugged at your lips as Seokjin let out a squeaky laugh and greeted a customer.

“Cinnamon cream latte? Dude, that sounds bomb.”

You turned to face the bar counter to find a boy with deep red hair. He had an opened textbook and a blank page of what you assumed was supposed to notes.

“Uh yeah, I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but it is pretty bomb.” You laughed.

“You had enough sugar, Jungkook.” The boy next to him, his friend you assumed, interjected taking his earbuds out. “This kid refilled his iced blended mocha about three times this afternoon.”

Your mouth turned into a small “o” shape as you worked at the espresso machine. “Aw, you’re right then. I was gonna make one for you too.” You glanced at Jungkook who shoved the latter’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Yoongi.” He drew out sarcastically.

“What? It’s for your own good dude.”

It was entertaining watching the way the two boys argued small things. You handed the customer his triple shot latte with a smile. With the way Jin was paying no attention to the commotion in front of you, it seemed like it was something he was used to.

“Geez, Jungkook—anyways, I’m Yoongi; future music producer.” He greeted you with the most adorable gummy smile whilst taking away Jungkook’s mocha drink.

Yoongi had dark brown hair that fell just above his eyes. He wore a thick sweater with the university’s initial stretched across the front. In front of him was his laptop and multiple sheets of paper. He looked gentle and friendly like someone who deeply cared about people.

“And I’m Jungkook; future marine biologist! We’re roommates.”

Once again, you greeted yourself adding “future criminal profiler” at the end of your name. Their eyes grew big and even Jin, who happened to stumble on the conversation, looked just as shocked.

“Wow. I didn’t think you would take up criminal justice. You seem like the type to be in the medical or business field.” Yoongi said.

You laughed and added “I honestly get that a lot.”

Some time went by and you found yourself growing more and more comfortable as you talked with Yoongi, Jungkook, and even Jin. It was your first semester at the university, so making friends wasn’t really your first priority being the awkward person you were.

“Five already?” Yoongi sighed. “Well, I’ll catch you guys later. Seolhyun finishes class soon.” He stood up to gather his things into his backpack. He hopped off the bar chair and bid you a personal farewell.

You watched him leave with his hands stuffed in his pockets and his keys dangling off a lanyard around his neck. He’s cute.

“Seolhyun’s his girlfriend by the way.” Jungkook said finishing his drink. In your mind, you already put the pieces together hoping it wasn’t entirely true, but you always can’t get what you want. “And since Yoongi left, I think I’d love to try that cinnamon cream latte you mentioned.”

Tossing away whatever emotions you were feeling at the moment and chuckled at Jungkook who eagerly awaited your answer. You simply nodded starting up the espresso machine.

↠↞

A year later, it was now your second semester and here you were; lying next to him underneath a blanket. It occurred to you that your so-called feelings for Yoongi weren’t going to go away because of how much time you spent with him, and other friends as well. You hated yourself for feeling this way about him especially because you knew how much he loved Seolhyun; the way he spoke about her, the look in his eyes when he watched her while she spoke. It was all too clear for you and god, you hated it.

“I fucking hate you, Min Yoongi.” You whispered at the back of his head. On cue, a soft whine escaped from him and he turned onto his back. You panicked and laid out on your back as well shutting your eyes. You felt the bed shift and the weight of his legs were on top of yours. Opening your eyes, you glanced at Yoongi whose body was now at an angle and his lips were slightly parted. You reached for your phone which was on the wooden drawer next to your bed. The brightness of your screen agitated your eyes as you struggled to make out the time.

10:47 pm

“You have got to be kidding me.” You grumbled quietly, you swore it was almost midnight.

Carefully and quietly, you released yourself of his clutches inch by inch. The exhaustion of your body screamed at you to go to bed, but the rapid beating of your heart wouldn’t let you.

You escaped the stuffy atmosphere of your room to watch tv in your living room.

The never ending episodes of Forensic Files never failed you. You sat on your sofa with your knees tucked to your chest, the quiet sound of the show host filled the room hoping to not wake Yoongi.

“No one knew where Sheryl went after her shift at the Crestview Bar. The only working surveillance camera was pointed at the entrance—”

You mindlessly scrolled through your emails on your phone as the episode played. All you really wanted was to go to drift into a deep sleep so your solution to that was to tire out your eyes first and possibly sleep on the sofa.

“Why did you leave me?”

Yoongi stood at your door frame running a hand through his hair and clutching your blanket in the other. Without another word, he joined you on the sofa and squinted at the tv.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You shook your head keeping your eyes focused on the tv, but you had this feeling he was staring at you waiting for you to look at him.

“Well, I’m still tired, so—” Yoongi unfolded your legs so he could lay his head down on your thighs. He moved around to find a comfortable position and each time he moved the strands of his hair tickled your thighs.

“H-Hey, what if I need to get up?” He chose to lie flat on his back facing the ceiling. His hands rested on underneath the blanket and on top of his stomach.

“Then just wake me up and I’ll move.” Yoongi kept his eyes closed and you just stared at him hoping he could feel the daggers you were shooting from your eyes. “Do you work tomorrow?”

“Y-Yeah. I’m gonna be leaving my dorm around 7:45. Are you still gonna be here?” There was an urge inside of you that wanted to rest your hand in his soft locks of hair. As you lifted your hand, the sound of his voice caught you off guard and you placed your hand back to your side.

“Maybe.”

The tv show was long forgotten at this point. You couldn’t help but gaze at the features of his face. He had the prettiest eyelashes and his skin was the epitome of perfection; for the amount of time you know him, you swore you never saw a pimple on his face. You couldn’t help but stare at his lips; flushed pink and slightly chapped because of the autumn air.

The urge to caress his hair came back and you gave in instantly. Your fingers grazed the plain of his forehead and rested in the sea of his blond hair. Yoongi stirred a bit and you reeled your hand back.

“Why’d you stop?” He asked with his eyes still closed.

“O-Oh. Sorry.” Heat crept up to your cheeks as you went back to your previous position. You lightly massaged his scalp with your fingers earning a low hum from his lips.

“Your thighs are warm.”

“Really? Sorry, you can get up if it’s uncomfortable.”

“No. It’s fine. I like it.”

In that moment, you almost stopped your movements. You prayed that Yoongi wouldn’t open his eyes anytime soon because you already knew your cheeks had turned crimson. At this point,the tv became an unknown noise because the sound of your rapid heartbeat took over.

“Do you have plans after work?” Yoongi’s questioned made you jump in your seat. He felt slight bounce your body did and he bit back a smile.

“I planned on going into town to buy some food for my dorm. I was going to ask Hani to join me, but I think her and Seokjin are going out on a date.”

“Good. I’ll go with you instead.”

Yoongi opened his eyes a little and caught you gazing down on him. The smile he bit back broke through and he readjusted himself, pushing his head higher on your lap.

“You might as well give me a key to your dorm. I feel at home here.” You watched his eyes close and he brought the blanket closer to his neck.

“Maybe.” Your answer was nothing but the truth. You wouldn’t have minded it Yoongi came by whenever he wanted because that meant you could see him and hung out with him. But this would only deepen your unwanted feelings for him.

“If you do, I’ll probably replace Seolhyun’s key with yours. It doesn’t seem like she’s excited to see me there nowadays.” Yoongi dragged out his words with a hint of annoyance. His facial expression hardened and you could see his eyebrows furrow together.

Your hand movements continued in a more delicate manner in hopes of calming Yoongi down. It took a while, but you watched his face soften and soft snores escaped his mouth. The corners of your mouth tugged upward at the image of Yoongi soundly sleeping.

You should have been used to the feeling of Yoongi lying in your lap. But each time he did it, time would stop and you grew nervous. He constantly had this effect on you and it drove you crazy.

You could’ve had feelings for anyone else, but nope. You heart was stuck on the sleeping boy in your lap.

Min-fucking-Yoongi.

hellooooo i know it’s long i’m sorry T__T i decided to write something for each member before continuing with any series if that’s okay. i’m a bit excited for this series tbh. ive been putting off this plot for a loooong time because of my writer’s block, but aldkjfalkfjk here it is my friends. i hope you like it ^-^

♡ rae jagi

#bangtan boys #bangtan scenarios #bts scenarios #yoongi #suga #suga scenarios #bts fluff #bts angst #bts #what even rae #i love yoongi so much #all yours #yoongz #rae writes

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