#school is tmrw .. sniffles...

[laurieluvrr]

Pt. 3 !!

[ruinikaidoexplodedbadly]

goodnight sniffle tmrw people are coming over after school and then after that the relative might stay at my place for an unspecified amount of time plus exams are rapidly approaching so im very overwhelmed but its ok

[marauder-exe]

Self care- p!Tommyinnit x reader

i wish i was bsfriends w tommy :’)

Word count: 1.3k

Warnings:themes of depression, nothing too deep

A/N: Taking Tommy and Wilbur requests!! u cant tell me tommy doesn’t do the classic british X’s on txts to his friends

It had been a rough stream, 8 hours sat in the same chair putting on the same happy face, it was unbelievably exhausting some days. You took of your headset and set it down after pressing ‘end stream’, you ruffled your hair and took in a deep breath, throwing a glance at the clock on your computer. 5am. You tried to throw caution to the wind, maybe it was an off day? But no, you could feel it, deep inside, another episode. You looked directly into the webcam, your face scrunching up as you take note of your appearance, your ruffled hair, your dark eye bags. It felt like hours, just staring at yourself, your famous thousand-yard stare painted across the screen. Suddenly, your phone vibrated from its place on the desk. You lethargically picked it up as the bright screen illuminated your otherwise dark room. It was Tommy.

Big T: ‘bedwars stream tmrw? : ) x’  

You really didn't feel up to it in all honesty, but you didn’t want to let Tommy down like that, he loves bedwars. A sad smile made its way to your face as you drafted your text back.

Gremlin: ‘only if were on duos together : ) x’

Big T: ‘5pm? X’ You responded with a simple yeee.

You discarded your phone to the side and stood up for the first time in hours. Your bones ached as you outstretched your limbs. Pain. You walked over to your bed and sat on the edge, eyes scouring the room, even though you weren't sure what you were looking for, an escape maybe? It wasn’t even like you had anything to be upset over, great friends, successful streamer, everything was going great, but alas, depression does not give a shit. You crawled into bed, putting your phone on charge and grabbed all of your covers over your head, a long sigh making its way from your lips.

The next day/  

Tommy loaded up minecraft on his computer, reading to slay game at bedwars with you. He got unusually excited when he played minecraft with you, even more excited than normal. There was something about you man, but he just couldn’t figure it out. Youd met in high school, same town and everything, and since then you were like a drug. Not a day had gone by since year 9 that you didn’t talk. He decided to drop you a message as you hadn't texted first. He asked if you were still up for bedwars. Surprisingly though, he didn’t receive a response. He waited. Just 5 minutes he said. And then 10. And then 20. Then 30. He decided to ring you just to check. Plus, he wanted to hear your voice. It rang thrice and nothing. His eyebrows drew together in confusion. You were almost always online. He tried not to overthink, but this is Tommy were talking about. Maybe you were still asleep? He wanted to believe that, but there was an itch, in his brain, that told him not to. Just to make sure, he decided to ask some of your mutual friends on the server. He clicked onto the group discord and noticed Wilbur, philza and Nikki in a vc.  

“Hello Hoes and Homies alike” He bellowed when he joined the vc. Wilbur drew a confused look.

“I thought you were doing duo bed wars with (Y/N) today?” Tommy scoffed.

“Well yah, Wilburrrrr, if you let me get a word out” He joked light heartedly “No seriously though has anyone heard from her since her stream last night” They all looked confused and shook their heads. This made him even more concerned than he was. He quickly thanked them before disconnecting. His mind was running rampant. He quickly decided to throw his shoes on, you didn’t live that far, only a bus ride away on the otherside of town. He grabbed his keys and his jacket and rushed down the stairs.

“Going over to (Y/N)s for a bit” He shouted to Motherinnit as he slammed the door shut.  

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You were straing at the roof in a pit of self loathing when you heard your phone ring. Ugh. It seemed so much work to pick it up. Your hand made its way from under the mountain of covers and snatched your phonr from the side. Tommy. You felt a sting in the back of your eyes and tossed your phone on the bed, turning over and curling up in the covers. You stared at the inside of your covers for minutes on end. Your doorbell sent a sharp chime through the house as your mother went to answer it.

“Hello Tommy, what a surprise" He threw her a quickly greeted her and got straight to the point.

“Is (Y/N) in?”

“Shes upstairs I think, I havent heard from her all day though. Go on up” She stood to the side and let him pass.

You heard the entire conversation through your open window, and let out a heavy sigh, although you were secretly thanking Tommy in uour head for checking up on you. You heard his converse hit the steps as your door was threw open. Tommy immediately regretted his actions, wondering if you were asleep as he took note of the heap of covers on the bed. He let out a quiet whisper.

“(Y/N)?”  

You didn’t really feel like talking, but you let out a quiet ‘yeah’. He rushed over to your side upon hearing your weak response.

“is everything alright? We were meant to be playing bedwars like an hour ago” This prompted you to pull the covers off your head and look at him. He took note of your puffy red eyes, and the dark eye bgs lying underneath. He looked around your room, empty energy drink cand and food containers littered your room. It suddenly clicked to him. You weren't doing okay. He looked back at you deeply, something about that look just caused the floodgates to open. Your eyes were glassy, as Tommy practically melted. He hated seeing you like this. Sure he had the bit of him being a big man with no emotions, but you where his weakness. “Hey, cmon don’t cry” He whispered as he opened his arms, welcoming you into a hug. In an instant you where in his arms, leaving tear stains on his TShirt. He didn’t seem to mind though. After a moment of silence, only broken by your sobs, he piped up. “How about, we forget about the stream for today, and ill go to the corner shop and get us some snacks, and marshmallows and whipped cream, and we can have those killer hot chocolates your mom makes. We can watch a bunch of movies, and ill even let you put one of those stupid facemasks on me, yeah?” This caused a laugh to pierce your sobs, which started to lighten up. You sniffled and pulled back from his hug, a huge smile making its way onto your face, the first genuine smile in a while.

“Thats my girl, that’s what I love to see” He matched your smile. You quickly threw your arms around him and pulled him into a long hug.

“Thank you Tommy” You said sincerely.

“Anything for my favourite girl” He smiled, as he pulled back from the hug. “Maybe while im gone you could try to shower?” He knew how tough some simple things where when you felt like this. You nodded smally and sat up. He leapt from the bed and smiled. “Okay, I wont be long!” And with that, he dashed out of the room.  

You lay back on your bed. You werent okay, but that’s okay, because Tommyinnit is your best friend :)

[mintaka14]

This one was a bit of a cathartic piece for me. I haven’t seen the NY special. I have no intention of seeing it. But the snippets and discussions that have crossed my path have left me with one feeling - that Marinette needs a hug, and as a Mum I wanted to see her maman step in the way that I would for my babies.

Maman

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

 Sabine heard the bus pulling in at the school over the last customer in the bakery, then the woman’s voice called her attention back and she focused on boxing up the order. By the time the door tinkled and the woman had left, Sabine could see Marinette standing on the other side of the road with her luggage and she hurried to the door to hold it open for her.

Marinette was smiling as she heard Sabine call out to her, but even at that distance Sabine could see that it was tense and tight, stretching a little too much as she dragged her pink-spotted suitcase across the road. Sabine waited until Marinette was inside before she wrapped her in a hug.

“Welcome home, sweetheart. It’s so good to have you back. How was the trip?” she asked with careful enthusiasm.

“Oh, it was wonderful!” Marinette’s smile grew wider, taut, and then it snapped. She dropped the bag and buried the sob that escaped in her hands. Sabine had her arms around her daughter, pulling her closer, stroking her hair as the sobs grew heavier. Tom had come to the door, his flour-covered expression of distress shifting from Marinette to Sabine and back again. Before he could say anything, Sabine made a tiny gesture, waving him towards the counter, and she bundled her daughter upstairs, making soothing noises all the while.

“Does the universe hate me, Maman?” Marinette sniffled into Sabine’s shoulder, and Sabine cuddled her closer.

“Oh, darling.”

“I’m trying so hard to get over Adrien, but first the plane seat… and the doors … and …”

“Start with the plane, baobei. Can you tell me what happened?”

“My seat was next to A.. Adrien. I had a panic attack on the plane,” Marinette admitted in a small voice, and Sabine found herself frowning. How had her daughter’s crush become so bad that it had gone from blushing and mooning over magazine photos to a full-blown panic attack? How had Sabine missed that?

“What did your teacher say?”

“She thought I was overreacting.”

“Overreacting?” Sabine repeated. She pressed her lips shut on the questions that that raised – time and enough when Marinette was feeling less distraught to find out exactly what the teacher with duty of care had or hadn’t done – but not for the first time, Sabine was wishing that she’d dug a little deeper into what was going on at the school rather than accepting Marinette’s assurance that everything was fine again. “But your friends noticed, surely? Didn’t Alya help you?”

Her daughter shook, burying her face in Sabine’s shoulder. “Alya said… she told Ms Mendeleiev that I was airsick and she finally moved me to a different seat, and then, oh god, it was so humiliating … and Adrien…” things dissolved into sobbing again, and Sabine tried to make out what had happened between the hiccups “… it just never goes right, and he doesn’t like me like that. He’s dating Kagami now. I want to be over him, I’m trying to be over him, but Alya…”

Alya again. What was going on there?

“It sounds like it was a rough trip,” Sabine said gently. “How was the rest of New York?”

“There was some good stuff,” Marinette mumbled into her shoulder, but she didn’t sound sure of that. “And then… then…” she sniffled again, and Sabine caught the odd word here and there about owl and bike and rain, none of which made any sense to Sabine, but that could wait. In the mess of Marinette’s stumbling explanations, Sabine didn’t feel that she’d got to the bottom of her daughter’s overwrought state yet, but two names were at the heart of it all. Adrien, and Alya.

Sabine patted her gently, stroking her hair while she waited for the sobbing to subside. She looked around the room over Marinette’s head and her mouth pursed. It felt like a thousand blond heads and sweet smiles were staring back at her from the photos around the walls, although Sabine could see more empty patches of pink and pinholes where Marinette had cleared some of the photos of Adrien away. She had thought she was doing the right thing, giving Marinette her space and waiting for her first real crush to settle down into a fond memory. Sabine remembered a few crazy things that she’d done herself in her early teens.

And much as she liked her daughter’s best friend, she knew how overwhelming Alya could be when she got an idea in her head. She’d thought that the young reporter was having a good influence on Marinette, helping her to find her feet and come out of her shell, and Marinette had been so happy and so much more outgoing since she’d made friends with Alya, even if there had been a few rough moments between them lately.

Sabine had thought she was letting Marinette have the space and independence to work out her own friendships. She’d thought her daughter would talk to her if things were troubling her, but clearly now she’d been wrong.

She kissed her daughter’s smooth black hair. “I’m going to tuck you into bed now,” she said gently. “You need sleep, and then you need a proper breakfast in the morning. And then,” Sabine looked around the room and the walls of Adrien again, “tomorrow, would you like me to help you take down these photos? We can put them in a box, you don’t have to throw them out. You can keep them somewhere safe until you’re ready, but I think you’re doing the wise thing to work on letting go of something that makes you this unhappy, and maybe that would be a good start.”

Marinette didn’t say anything, but the tension seeped out of her shoulders, and she sagged into her pillows as Sabine helped her out of her jeans and pulled up the quilt. Marinette still shook with the occasional sob, but she would fall asleep soon, and then tomorrow – they would deal with things together.

Sabine smoothed back her daughter’s hair and stood there watching her for a long moment, praying that she hadn’t let things go on too long. Her little girl was so precious. So precious.

As she turned out the light, Marinette’s phone beeped gently from the floor where she’d dropped it, and Sabine scooped it up, silencing it before it could disturb Marinette. She glanced at it as she went downstairs, and her mouth tightened further – Hey gurl gonna come get you tmrw morning, gonna get icecream ur “friend” Adrien is coming so not taking no for an answer! Sabine shut off the phone with unnecessary force and left it on the kitchen bench. It could wait until the morning.

 When the bell over the shop door rang mid-morning, Marinette was still asleep. Sabine looked up from the cash register, and her welcoming smile faded into something more reserved when Alya bounced through the door and gave her a wave.

“Hi Sabine! Is Marinette awake yet? I’ve come to drag her out for a bit of fresh air and fun.”

“Marinette’s still asleep,” Sabine told her, and Alya rolled her eyes with a conspiratorial laugh that clearly Sabine was supposed to respond to.

“She’d sleep through anything. No wonder she’s always late. Is it okay if I go on up? I’ll get her out of bed.”

Alya had started towards the door already, but Sabine dusted off her hands and moved to intercept her.

“Marinette needs her sleep. She’s not going anywhere today,” Sabine cut her off firmly. “And I need to have a word with you.”

Alya was staring at her in surprise.

“I want to find out what happened in New York, and I want to have a chat to you about what being a good friend to Marinette means right now.”

[imagineproduce101]

Passion Ch. 7

*previously titled ‘Can’t Remember to Forget You*

Ever since you accidentally spilled your lunch on Im Youngmin, the popular chaebol senior with money and fame, he’s seemed to hate you. However, when some odd photos of the two of you arguing appear in a tabloid, he has a solution as to how you can make up for it– pretend to be his girlfriend.

high school au + fake dating au

same universe/basic timeline as let me love you

ch one | ch 6 | ch 8

As summer officially started, you found yourself going on a number of dates with Youngmin—fake date, of course. You’d gone to different restaurants around the city, gone on a group date with a few of Youngmin’s friends, and taken Daehwi to the zoo. Through it all, you realized that Youngmin wasn’t a shitty person on the inside, he just tried to act like a shitty person, and that was something that you still didn’t understand, nor was it something that you were planning on excusing him for.

The group date with Youngmin’s friends had, unsurprisingly, been a trainwreck. His friends were loud, obnoxious, and you could tell that Youngmin was getting more and more irritated at their crass remarks.

Taking Daehwi to the zoo was a much more pleasant affair. Daehwi, of course, was delighted to go somewhere with the two of you, skipping happily as he clutched onto both of your hands. It was nice to get an afternoon off of dancing and working in the grocery store, and Daehwi’s wide smiles and gasps at the various animals made it even better.

Youngmin was also starting his internship soon. Surprisingly enough, he didn’t talk very much about it. You had been sitting at an outdoor table at the zoo, across from Youngmin, when you brought it up.

“So, when does your internship start?” You asked casually, watching Daehwi jump down from a rather large rock.

Youngmin glanced over at you, and then back down at the frozen yogurt cup he had been holding for Daehwi. “Couple days, actually.”

Your lips curled up into a half-smile, surprised at yourself for even caring. What had this world come to? “You nervous?”

“Nah,” Youngmin’s eyes darted over to you again, and you could tell he was lying. The two of you remained in silence for a little while longer, both of you knowing full well how worried he was. You didn’t have to hear from Youngmin about this internship; everyone from school was already talking about it. It was the Samsung internship, the one that streamlined high school graduates into management positions, or even higher.

Knowing how important and nervewracking the internship was, you were surprised to hear from Nayoung that Youngmin’s parents were leaving for a business trip to Japan the weekend before he started. Then again, you weren’t really that surprised.

As you settled down to get some sleep before an early shift in the grocery store, you glanced over at your phone.

To: im ym

Good luck tmrw

With a sigh, knowing you’d done the right thing, you rolled over.

You hadn’t even closed your eyes for a few seconds before your cell phone started ringing. Without checking the caller ID, you held the phone up to your ear.

“Yes?”

“(y/n),” Youngmin said breathlessly, “(y/n), it’s, it’s Daehwi, he, he—“

“Woah, Youngmin,” you sat up in bed, alarmed at Youngmin’s voice. You don’t think you’d ever heard the boy so distraught. “Take a deep breath and then tell me.” You heard Youngmin take in a shaky breath.

“It’s Daehwi,” Youngmin repeated, “he, he has a fever, and says his stomach hurts, and that he might throw up, and (y/n), I have no idea what to do, my step-mom isn’t here, and I’m at home by myself, and Daehwi won’t stop crying.”

“Hey, Youngmin, it’s gonna be okay,” you said quickly, keeping your phone to your ear as you clambered out of bed, yanking a few things into a large bag that had been lying on your floor, “I’ll be there as soon as possible.”

“Thank you, (y/n),” Youngmin sighed, “I should get back to Daehwi.”

“Deep breaths, Youngmin,” you reminded him, “if you feel like you’re getting panicky, call me again, okay?”

“Yeah,” Youngmin replied. You could just imagine him nodding, and you shook your head. You were moving so quickly to get some flu and cough medication into your bag, along with a change of clothes that you didn’t have time to think fully about the situations, or its implications. You dashed out of your house, hurriedly flagging down a taxi.

When you finally arrived at Youngmin’s house, you could faintly hear Daehwi’s sobs.

“He’s miserable, (y/n),” Youngmin whispered, looking down at you with a pained expression, looking just as miserable. You nodded, following Youngmin into Daehwi’s room.

“Hey, Daehwi,” you smiled, going to carefully push the hair out of Daehwi’s eyes. He definitely had a fever, if his burning forehead and flushed cheeks said anything.

“Noona?” Daehwi peered up at you, sniffling, “I feel like I’m on fire, noona, can you make it go away? My stomach really hurts too.”

“Do you feel like you might throw up still?” You asked, concerned. It sounded like he might have caught the flu. Daehwi nodded, whimpering. “Okay, I’m going to give you some flu medicine, if that’s okay with you? It’s just for kids, so the dosage will be alright.”

You looked at Youngmin, just to make sure that he was alright with it as well.

“I know how to swallow pills,” Daehwi said, still trying to make you and Youngmin proud, even though he was sick. Youngmin grinned, having appeared with a glass of water. Daehwi gulped down the medicine, wincing at the taste of it, before curling up underneath his blanket.

“It’ll start working in about 20 minutes,” you told the small boy, who nodded sleepily.

“Do you want some tea or anything? Some soup?” You asked, ruffling Daehwi’s hair.

“Some tea, if it’s not a trouble,” Daehwi murmured, clearly close to sleep. You nodded, getting up. Youngmin and you headed to the kitchen.

As you started boiling some water, you realized something, turning away from the stove suddenly

“Hey Youngmin—“

Your eyes widened as your body nearly slammed into Youngmin’s. He’d been walking towards you to hand you a tea bag, and as you narrowly missed crashing into him, his arm darted out to steady you, hand firm on your waist. The two of you stood there, your eyes wide as you realized just how close your body was to his. You could feel the warmth radiating off of him, and was acutely aware of the sharp inhale of his breath.

“Careful,” Youngmin murmured, before gently placing the teabag into your hand. As you turned to make a cup of tea, you couldn’t help but notice how cold you felt.

Silently, you finished up the cup of tea and hurried into Daehwi’s room. He had already fallen asleep, breathing peacefully, and you smiled at the sight, setting the mug down on his nightstand. When you went back to the kitchen, Youngmin was pulling the rice cooker out from underneath the sink, yawning.

“Wait, Youngmin,” you called, frowning, “isn’t tomorrow the first day of your internship?”

Youngmin looked over at you in confusion, “yeah, why?”

“Youngmin, it’s already midnight,” you exclaimed, taking the rice cooker from him, “you should go to sleep, really. I can make you something quick for lunch, but you should get rest for your big day.”

Youngmin stared at you for a few more seconds, the heavy look that made your stomach turn with a strange feeling. Finally, he sighed, a small smile dancing on his lips before trudging off to the bathroom.

You started on making the rice, thinking over everything that had happened that night. You tried to assure yourself that the reason you’d raced to the Im household so quickly was for Daehwi’s sake, but a small part of you knew that it had something to do with the tinge of desperation in Youngmin’s voice when he had called you.

“(y/n).”

You looked up at the sound of your name, and that same weird tug in your stomach made you feel like you’d just run three miles uphill. Youngmin was in a loose t-shirt and sweats, hair damp from a quick shower. He shot you a smile, holding up a new toothbrush package.

“Thank you, for everything,” he said quietly as you picked up the toothbrush up, murmuring a quiet thanks. “I-I know that things have a bit strange lately, but I really appreciate it.” You ducked your head, trying to hide your quickly reddening cheeks. It was that damn stare of his, the quiet, weighted one, that always seemed to make you blush.

“It’s—“ you cleared your throat, cheeks reddening even more. Youngmin’s lips twitched up into a tiny grin. “It’s no trouble, don’t worry about it.”

Youngmin paused, looking at you for a beat more before smiling fully, “good night, (y/n).”

“Night, Youngmin.”

teehee are those feelings i see being caught hmmm

im on winter break i will rise and finally write! also maybe if the gods are willing i will finish this damn story before the new year. 

[gxtsmxt-blog]

Hello 😊 Do you happen to do BTS fluff scenarios? If you do (if not then feel free to change it to smut or anything I'm just a fanfic hoe lmao) could you please do a Namjoon scenario where you're dating and he doesn't realise you're stressed because he's away so often and you come home really drunk one night after an awful day and he tries to take care of you? School is super stressing me out right now and I'm currently living for Namjoon fluff but it's so hard to find with most being smut aha💜

i love you, baby

❛❛Something can be beautiful because there is something horrible. If you can accept that those hard times are part of beautiful moments in life, I think you can truly understand our HYYH.❜❜ - Kim Namjoon

COUNT → 1.360

GENRE → angst | fluff

PAIRING → namjoon | reader

WARNINGS → alcoholism

→ thanks so much for requesting this!!!!!! u literally just sent me this today but i actually was really excited that u asked for namjoon and im on spring break with nothing to do LMAO!!!!!!!! this felt more like a drabble but i hope this is what you wanted. n i hope you feel less stressed soon anon :-)))

You laid your headagainst the cool surface of the dining room table, your phone held in your facewith one of your hands as you scrolled through pictures of your handsome boyfriend,Kim Namjoon. He was the leader of a popular boy group, BTS, and ever since theydebuted, hadn’t been able to come home as often as he had in the past. Becauseof that, he hadn’t noticed how stressed you’d felt lately because of school andyour part-time job. But you had done a good job hiding it from him, too.

At first, you werehappy for him. You wouldn’t be a good girlfriend if you were unhappy about hissuccess in the first place. You were happyfor him, but with him being on tours and on variety shows more and more eachpassing day and not coming home as often, you felt lonely and depressed. He wasso kind and gentle, both as a boyfriend and as your best friend, and you triedyour hardest to hide how you were feeling. It didn’t help that school was starting to stress you out as the time approached for midterms. Closing out of your photo app, youscrolled through your texts with him, the corners of your lips tilting up atthe most recent one.

NAMJOON [12:07:32]: i miss you baby but im coming hometmrw <3 cant wait to see u

You had textedback how much you missed him, too, and sent him a dozen heart emojis. He’d sentthat yesterday an hour after you went to bed, but it was a nice text to wake upto. You were determined to keep hiding your stress from him as you sat up andpoured yourself a bowl of cereal.

Unlocking yourapartment door, fumbling a few times from how badly your hand was shaking, youmanaged to finally make your way inside, slamming the door shut. Tears brimmedin your eyes as you thought back to how your boss had yelled at you for messingup another customer’s order. Your head hadn’t been in a good place lately, butno one seemed to cut you any slack or even notice. Not only that, but you got oneof your midterm exams back as well and didn’t even get a high fail; you got thelowest grade in the class. Then, your teacher asked you to stay behind and yelledat you because of it, clearly disappointed in you and your lack of effort. But youhad spent hours studying for thattest.

But you failedanyway.

It seemed nothingyou did anymore ever was good enough for anybody. And to top it all off,Namjoon never came home when he told you he would. Of course, he texted youthat he had to work for a few more days and then he would be coming home, soyou figured you would spend tonight drinking.

Dropping your bagonto the coffee table in the living room, you stormed into your bedroom,looking at yourself in the mirror for a fleeting moment before you marched backout the door.

You had felt toomuch lately but now all you wanted to feel was nothing.

You came back afew hours later after the sun began to set. You left your car parked in thestreet outside of the bar because although you could usually handle yourliquor, the alcohol in your system was too much for you to even focus on peoplestanding directly in front of you. After you hailed a cab, you stumbled throughyour door, leaning against it as it closed. However, you weren’t alone.

Namjoon was home.

“Baby!”he called, clearly happy to see you, but then stopped when he noticed somethingwas off. He stood from the couch and quietly walked over to you, placing hishands on your shoulders. “What’s wrong?” You tried to open your mouthbut he could immediately smell the alcohol. “Are you drunk?”

You waved him off,dropping off your purse on the dining room table, and then stumbling towards yourshared bedroom. The sound of his footsteps following you echoed throughout thehallway, and he closed the door to your bedroom as you sat down with a huff onyour bed. Your face fell into your hands as you tried to hold back the onslaughtof tears. Namjoon sat beside you on the bed, rubbing your back soothingly. Hishand stopped after a moment to glide up your back and grab onto your shoulder,pulling you into his chest, and rested his chin on top of your head.

“It’s okay,baby,” he whispered in that deep voice of his. “I’m here. You’reokay.”

Your handsautomatically wrapped around his chest, as natural to you as drinking waterwhen you’re thirsty. Sobs fell from your lips and you dampened his shirt. Hekissed your forehead, waiting for you to cry until you had no tears left. As herocked the two of you back and forth, you pulled away.

“I’ms-sorry,” you blubbered, eyes irritated from crying. “I know you— Iknow you were expecting something else, not your girlfriend drunk off her assand crying like a baby.”

“Don’t saythat,” he said as he kissed your temple. “Did you have a bad day?Tell me what happened.”

You hesitated fora moment. “It’s j-just school, and work. I failed my midterm and myteacher chewed me out. I kept messing up people’s orders today at the cafe,too. I can’t do any-t-thing r-right.”

Namjoon thoughtabout asking you why you hadn’t told him about it sooner, feeling that this hadbeen building up for a long time without him even noticing, but you didn’t needthat right now.

“That’s nottrue,” he whispered into your ear and you fisted his shirt at that.“You do so many things right. Remember when you tried to teach me how tocook?” You pulled your head back to look at him, sniffling as you laughedsoftly at the memory. “I can’t even cut an onion properly but you were sopatient with me. You’re always so patient with me—me and everyone else in yourlife. No matter what anyone says to you, you never say anything bad back. Youdon’t have a bad bone in your body. You’re so patient and kind—and that’s why Ilove you so much. That and how beautiful you are. Do you know how beautiful you are? I still don’t know why you agreed to go out with me. But you know that, right? How much I love you? I love you somuch.”

“Namjoon…”you managed to say through teary eyes.

“This willpass.” He hugged you to his chest, running his hands through your hairlike he knew you liked so much. “If things are bad, they can only getbetter, right? And if they don’t, I’ll be here waiting for you to make itbetter with a kiss.” To emphasize his point, he pressed a chaste kiss toyour lips. You reached for him but he was already pulling away. “I’m notgoing anywhere, baby.”

“B-But whatabout BTS? Don’t you have to go back soon?”

“We’re all onbreak right now after the comeback, so I’ll be here as long as you want me tobe.”

You smiled softly downat your lap and watched as you played with your fingers. “Forever.”Wiping the moisture from around your eyes, you gave him a hug. “I want youto be here with me forever.”

“I was hopingyou would say that,” he said with a laugh, kissing you on the lips again.

You pulled backafter a moment, something occurring to you. “I thought you said youweren’t going to be back home for another few days? Did something happen?”

His cheeks heatedat that. “The guys knew that I wanted to see you, so they talked to Bang PD-nimand he agreed to let me take the first flight home. Being the leader has itsprivileges.”

You laughed, andit felt like the first genuine laugh you let out in a long time.

“I love you,Namjoon.”

“I love you,too, baby.”

[unemployedundergraduate]

Mirrors - Tyrus

I wrote a story about self acceptance may have been like for TJ, because he is a stereotypical masculine guy. This is the first chapter the rest is linked.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24459142/chapters/59026999

TJ realized that he liked Cyrus right before costume day. He realized this because of Kira. “Have fun with that.” Those words echoed in his head as he walked home from school. When he got home, he was alone. His older brother got out of school later and both of his parents worked.

           He went up to his room and just stared at himself in the mirror. He laughed a little. He couldn’t actually like like Cyrus. He was the captain of the basketball team. He didn’t actually like boys. That was a ridiculous thing to think. Of course, Kira was wrong. Just then his phone went off.

Cy: Cant wait 4 tmrw! :))))

           His heart fluttered at the text. Crap. Yup, he definitely did like Cyrus. He looked back at himself in the mirror. He stared at himself again this time feeling the burning sensation of tears behind his eyes. He couldn’t like Cyrus that way. Reed and Lester always talked about how wrong it was. Boys couldn’t like other boys. It was gross.

           TJ threw himself on his bed and put his head in his pillow. He must have fallen asleep at some point, because he was woken up by his mom yelling for him to come down for dinner. TJ looked down at his pillow, there were very obvious wet marks from where he had been crying. He let out a sigh and walked downstairs.

           His parents talked about their days, and then asked his older brother, Kurt, about his. Finally, the conversation circled around to TJ. “How was your day sweetie?” His mom smiled at him.

           He shrugged, “It was alright, I guess.” His mom and dad looked at each other. This was not normal behavior for their son. Usually TJ oozed confidence and happiness.

           “Ok, well costume day is tomorrow, right? What are you doing for it?” At this point he was just pushing the food around his plate.

           He looked up at his mom, and then back down to his plate. “Um, Cyrus and I are doing a costume together.” He heard his dad laugh. He looked up at him.

           His mom shot his dad a death glare and then turned back to TJ. “That’s nice honey, what are you doing for it?”

           TJ trained his eyes back on his food, “We are um doing somersault. I’m gonna dress up in a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses, so I’m summer. Cyrus is gonna wear a salt costume.” He whispered his answer, almost like he didn’t want his family to hear him.

           He heard his dad scoff lightly. “I don’t think you should be doing that kind of stuff with another boy TJ. People might get the…wrong impression.” His mom once again shot him a glare.

TJ nodded, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” He knew his dad was right. After dinner he went back upstairs and texted Kira.

TJ: hey I thought about it and I wanna do ur costume

Kira: Gr8! I’ll bring it 4 u tmrw.

           TJ sat down on his bed. He knew he should tell Cyrus he wasn’t doing their costume anymore, but he couldn’t bring him to do it. He just stared at his contact for what felt like forever. There was a knock on his door. “Come in,” Kurt walked into the room. He closed the door and leaned against it.

           “Hey, you good? You seemed kinda off at dinner?” TJ nodded.

           “Yeah, I’m fine. Just tired. I had a math test today…you know how that goes for me.” It was a good excuse, because it was true; he was always sad after a math test. Even though he was doing better, he still felt crappy after taking one.

           His brother nodded at him, “Alright bud.” He turned and opened the door. Before he exited the room; he looked TJ over his shoulder. “You know Teej if you ever wanna talk to me about something you’re scared to talk about with mom or dad; you can talk to me.” TJ looked down at his hands and nodded. His brother left the room and closed the door.

           He went to bed early that night. He just wanted to escape his thoughts. Sleep wasn’t coming easy though. He kept hearing his dad’s words from dinner, “People might get the wrong impression.” But what if the “wrong impression,” was the right impression? TJ stood up in the darkness of the room.

           He walked over to his mirror once again. The only light in the room was coming through the window; illuminating him just enough so he could see himself in the mirror. “You don’t like Cyrus. You don’t like Cyrus.” He kept saying it over and over to himself, but the more he said it the more realized it wasn’t true. He hung his head as tears began to build in his eyes.

           He looked back up at himself. “You like Cyrus and it’s disgusting.” He spit at his reflection. “You can’t like boys, it’s wrong.” The tears began falling down his face. He began to quietly sob, so no one else in the house would hear him. “But I do like Cyrus.” He hung his head again.

           He was taking ragged breaths. “I’m…I’m…” he couldn’t bring himself to say the word. He thinks he always knew. He remembers looking at boys when the other boys started looking at girls. Once he heard the word used as an insult though and knew what it meant. He realized he could never ever be that. Even if it broke him.

           He got back into bed, and silently cried himself to sleep. He was thinking about what Cyrus’ face was gonna look like when he realized he bailed on the costume. He also thought about how everyone would think he and Kira were dating now. He shuddered at the thought. He didn’t want that, but it was safer than the alternative. He finally drifted off to sleep around 2am.

--

           He went to school the next day and waited by the tree that Kira told him to meet her at. She walked up to him wearing a shirt that read “dribble.” He reached into her bag and handed one that also said “dribble.” He looked up at her confused. “We’re double dribble, get it?” TJ let out a weak laugh.

           “Yeah, that’s funny.” It wasn’t. He liked his and Cyrus’s costume idea better, but here we were. He slipped on the shirt over his existing shirt. He walked over to where Cyrus was. His stomach dropped as he saw Cyrus see him. His face instantly fell. “Hey guys.” He tried to sound a little bit happy.

           Cyrus looked him up and down, “what happened to somersault?” TJ gulped.

           “Um, Kira needed a partner for her costume, and I figured Buffy and Andi would let you tag along with theirs.” Buffy and Andi glared at him.

           “What are you supposed to be anyway?” Buffy had sharp tone to her voice, which he knew he deserved.

           “Kira has one that says dribble too…it’s double dribble, haha.” His laugh was not real at all, and the other three could tell.

           Andi shook her head at TJ and turned to Cyrus, “you can be in ours, ok?” Cyrus nodded.

           “Well…bye.” TJ walked away with a little wave.

--

           He felt horrible the entire day. He knew what he did was wrong. He hadn’t even told him. He just bombarded him with it. He embarrassed him. He hurt Cyrus. He walked home from school, ignoring the texts from Kira. He walked up to his room and tried to text Cyrus.

TJ: Cyrus I’m sorry I should have told you.

           No response, but he did get a text from Buffy.

Buffy: Honestly Kippen, that was low, even for you. You hurt him so badly, and you don’t even care. TJ, I thought you were becoming a better person, turns out I was wrong.

           He didn’t respond to her; he knew she didn’t want a response from him. He ripped off the stupid T-shirt and threw it at the wall. He flopped onto his bed and put his hands over his face. He began to cry for what felt like the millionth time that week.

           He hated what he did, he couldn’t believe he did it. He was disgusted with himself. He was disgusted because he hurt Cyrus but also because he cared so much that he hurt Cyrus. He began to sob into his hands. He felt there was nothing he could do to fix this. Just then someone walked into his room.

           He shot up and began wiping his eyes. It was Kurt, he looked concerned. “Hey bud you ok?”

           TJ nodded his head, “yeah just um…” Kurt looked at him skeptically. TJ began to shake his head, the tears started flowing again. “No,” he let out barely above a whisper.

           Kurt closed the door and sat next to TJ on his bed. “Do you wanna tell me what’s wrong?” He shook his head, because he didn’t. He couldn’t handle the rejection from his own family, not after today. “Ok, but, you know you can right?” TJ looked up at the 18-year old for any signs of doubt, or sarcasm.

           He found none. “I um I hurt Cyrus. I didn’t do his costume. I did a costume with a girl named Kira.” He lowered his head into his hands. “Now he hates me, they all do.” He looked at his brother again. “They all do, I don’t have anyone.” He brother put an arm around him.

           “Hey Teej, I’m sure they don’t hate you. You just need to give them time, and apologize…maybe a lot.” TJ looked back down at his lap and nodded. “Why…why didn’t you do the costume with Cyrus?” He looked back into his brother’s eyes.

           He didn’t he didn’t know if he could tell him. Kurt gave him a kind, little smile. TJ began wringing his hands, “at dinner um…dad said how people might get the ‘wrong impression’…” He looked to see if there was any change in his brother’s face. There wasn’t, still just a smile with kind eyes, Kurt definitely had their mom’s eyes. He looked back down at his hands, “but I think…maybe the ‘wrong impression’…” He took a deep breath, “I think it might be the right impression.”

           TJ began sobbing again. He put his head in his lap. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Kurt. He knew he was going to hate him. He felt like he couldn’t breathe. Suddenly he heard Kurt. He was squatted down in front of him. He put his hands on TJ’s knees to steady himself.

           “Hey TJ, come on, look at me.” TJ couldn’t do it; he couldn’t face the disappointment. He shook his head. “TJ, seriously look at me.” His brother had a stern tone of voice. TJ looked up slowly. When he met the 18-year old’s eyes he didn’t see any sign of anger, or disappointment. “TJ, it’s ok, if you’re…if you like Cyrus. You’re allowed to do that.” TJ stopped sobbing.

           He sniffled, “it…I am?” Kurt nodded with a smile.

           “Of course buddy. Did you think I was gonna be mad?” TJ nodded. It wasn’t just him; it was their entire family. “Teej, I love you so much. You’re my little brother, nothing could ever change that…even if you do like boys.” Kurt stood up and sat next to him again.

           “But, dad seemed so…so…disappointed. He’s gonna be mad Kurt.” He looked up at his brother. His bottom lip was trembling.

           “It’s gonna be ok. He just…he doesn’t understand it. He’s never…he grew up when that wasn’t ok. But mom won’t care at all. She will help make dad understand, ok?” TJ smiled up at him. Kurt side hugged TJ and stood up to leave the room.

           With the acceptance of his brother TJ felt like he finally had the confidence to say it. “Wait, Kurt…” he turned back around. “I’m…I…I’m gay.” He said quietly, because he had never heard himself say it out loud. He felt proud of himself, as a smile grew onto his face.

           Kurt smiled back down at him, “I’m so proud of you Thelonious Jagger.” Kurt smirked and then dodged the pillow TJ threw at him.

           “I hate you,” TJ laughed as he was wiping tear marks from his face. “But, um…thanks.” Kurt nodded and left the room.

--

           After many, many weeks trying to reform he and Cyrus’s friendship, and they were finally back to somewhat normal. TJ hadn’t told anyone else that he was gay. He kept hanging out with Kira to make sure no one found out. He didn’t want Cyrus to know, because that could ruin their friendship again, because he might feel weird about TJ being gay.

           Tonight, was Andi’s party and he was having a really good time with his friends. He loved the goofy way Cyrus was dancing. It was so cute…no not cute. He had to get over his crush on him. Just then Kira walked over and began actually laughing. “Look at Cyrus that’s hilarious.”

           TJ turned to her “you can’t do that.”

           “Do what?” She returned.

           “Laugh at someone for the way they dance.” He was getting heated.

           “You did it too.” He sassed back at him

           “No, I didn’t, I thought it was fun, not funny.” He crossed his arms

           She rolled her eyes, “Why don’t you just admit what this is really about?” he looked at her confused. “If I asked you to pick between me or Cyrus; you’d pick Cyrus.” He looked over at Cyrus dancing on the floor. He felt a smile tug at his lips, but then fall, because he remembered the situation. He looked at the ground. “Exactly. Goodbye TJ.” She stomped away.

           TJ was just gonna try and have fun for the rest of the night; ignoring the fact that Kira was probably gonna out him tomorrow to the whole school. They sang and danced until about 9:30. His parents were picking him up at 10. He went outside to sit on a bench around the fire.

           “Mind if I join you?” He looked up and saw Cyrus. He nodded. Cyrus looked around. “Where did Kira go?”

           TJ smirked, “probably back to her cave.”

           Cyrus laughed lightly, “I would believe that.” They laughed. “You know, I had no idea you played piano.”

           TJ turned toward his friend, “Well, my mom is a piano teacher.”

           Cyrus looked shocked, “I didn’t know that either.”

           TJ laughed, “I’m not secretive, you can ask me anything.”

           Cyrus thought for a moment and then asked, “What does TJ stand for?”

           TJ’s face dropped, “except that.” Cyrus frowned.

           “Please TJ pretty please. I thought you weren’t secretive.” Cyrus crossed his arms but had a smile on his face.

           TJ smiled at him, “Fine, but you can’t tell anyone, you can’t laugh at it, and you can NEVER use it.” Cyrus nodded. “Ok… TJ stands for…Thelonious Jagger…” He looked at Cyrus’ smile. “You said you wouldn’t laugh.”

           Cyrus didn’t laugh, “that is a great name! Seriously I love that name.”

           TJ smiled shyly, “um thanks…my grandparents didn’t, they started calling me TJ and it stuck.” They laughed. Their smiles faded into serious faces. “Is…there anything else you want to know?”  TJ began moving his hand toward Cyrus’ that was resting on the bench.

           Cyrus looked down at his moving hand and then back up. “Is there anything else you want to tell me?”

           TJ let out a deep breath, “yeah.” He sounded unsure. “Is there…anything you want to tell me?” He moved his hand closer.

           Cyrus’ smile grew into a nervous smile, “yes.” TJ let out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding in. TJ smiled and connected their hands. They both sat and smiled at each other for a bit. “So…you like me too?”

           TJ let out a laugh and looked down at their hands. “More than anything.” Cyrus smiled big. “Do you maybe…wanna like…give this a try?”

           Cyrus looked down at their hands and then back up. “More than anything.” TJ smiled at him.

--

           When his dad texted him that he was outside. He and Cyrus stood up. They hugged for what felt like forever. “I’ll text you later…ok?” TJ asked. Cyrus nodded. They hugged quick again, and TJ left.

           He got into the passenger seat of his dad’s car. “So how was the party?” TJ smiled down at the hand that had been holding Cyrus’ not 5 minutes earlier.

           “It was…it was really good.” He smiled up at his dad. His dad just grunted and nodded.

           When they got home his mom was in the living room. “Hi honey, how was it?”

           He walked over and gave her a hug, “it was really good mom.” She smiled. His brother appeared from the kitchen and sat in the recliner. His dad was about to walk upstairs.

           TJ made a split-second decision that he might regret later, but he was too high up right now; and he needed to do this now or he might never. “Wait.” His dad stopped and turned back around. His mom and brother both looked over at him. “I wanna…I need to talk to you guys.” His dad descended the stairs and sat next to his wife on the couch. TJ sat down on the loveseat.

           His mom looked concerned, “is everything alright baby? Is it your grades?”

           TJ shook his head and looked at Kurt, he gave him a small smile and a knowing look. “No, my grades are fine. It’s um something else.” His parents both nodded. “So…” he began to rub his palms together. His parents were looking more concerned by the minute. “It’s not a bad thing…at least I don’t think it is…” Kurt turned to his parents and nodded.

           “Wait you know?” Their mom gave almost a look of betrayal that he knew before she did. Kurt nodded, and turned back to his phone.

           “Um…I…tonight…this is really hard for me.” His mom went to stand up to sit by him. “No!” She seemed stunned. “Please, it’ll be easier if you’re…if you stay there.” She sat back down. “I think…well no. I know…I just…I…I have a boyfriend.” He immediately looked at his hands. There was silence. Kurt seemed a little shocked about the recent development but, was looking at their parents too.

           Hi dad finally spoke, “…who is it?” TJ looked up at them. They both had expressions that were unreadable by TJ, but didn’t seem to be for Kurt. He looked angry at their parents, but stayed quiet.  

           He looked down at his feet. He was pretty sure his dad already knew what the answer was going to be. “It’s…um…Cyrus.” His dad slammed his hand down onto the arm of the couch. TJ flinched.

           He stood up from where he was sitting. “So, you’re gay then. Is that it?” He had a harsh tone to his voice. TJ didn’t even get to respond before his dad spoke again. “You know what. I don’t want to know.”

           He began walking up the stairs, his mom called after him. “Marty come on.”

           He turned around, “I don’t want to know. I don’t want to hear about it.” He had anger in his voice, but he was whispering. He disappeared up the stairs.

           His mom turned back to TJ who now had tears steadily streaming down his face. Kurt walked over at sat by him. He pulled him into a hug. “He…he hates me…” He whispered into Kurt’s shirt.

           Kurt looked at their mom, he gave her a look that seemed to get her attention. She rushed to the side of her sons. “He doesn’t hate you honey. He just…he doesn’t understand it. You’re on the basketball team, you’ve always been athletic, you-“ TJ cut her off.

           “What does any of that have to do with this? I’m…I can still be athletic and…and gay.” Kurt still holding him in the hug. He shot his mom a disappointed look. “I’m sorry that you guys are disappointed. I tried to change mom. I really did.” He began crying harder. “But…but it hurts. I can’t do it anymore. I’m sorry.” His mom sat on the ground speechless.

           “Honey. I am not disappointed in you. I am sorry if I made you feel like that. Your dad will come around. I’ll talk to him, I promise.” His mom began tearing up. “I’m so sorry baby. I’m sorry you felt like you had to hide this from us.” TJ looked up at his mom.

           She opened her arms for him, and he flung himself into them. He was sobbing into his mom’s shirt. Kurt ruffled TJ’s hair and got up to leave the two of them alone. “I’m so sorry mom. I…I’m sorry. I didn’t want to like boys…but…” She began shushing him.

           “Baby, it’s ok. I promise. I’ll love you forever. You know I love Cyrus too. You got a good one honey.” He pulled away and smiled at his mom.

           He nodded, “yeah I really do. He’s great.” His mom held and “rocked” him (even though he was about as tall as her now) until he stopped crying.

[imagineproduce101]

Banana Milk Love

You and Lee Daehwi have been best friends since kindergarten. However, when you reach high school, you start to drift apart, and you find yourself missing his sunny presence. 

(childhood friends/best friends to lovers; next door neighbors to lovers)

during the first day of kindergarten, you were excited to go to school, wanting to learn everything there was

however, a lot of the other students weren’t all that happy, and would cry since they missed their parents

the boy who sat next to you, lee daehwi, was no exception

but the next day of school, most of your classmates were comfortable, except for him

“do you want to hold my hand?” you asked, thinking that maybe it would make him less sad

daehwi nodded, sniffling and grabbing your hand in his small one

you two shared your lunches, and were soon inseparable

you had a few playdates with daehwi, and your parents discovered that daehwi actually lived right next door to you?

you two became the best of friends, always going places with each other

if daehwi’s mom went to the store for groceries, you would tag along with daehwi

you two would play house a lot, and you and daehwi would be the parents, with your stuffed animals as the kids

one time, the two of you insisted on having a fake marriage ceremony after watching mary poppins and your parents explaining marriage to the two of you

daehwi’s parents filmed the whole thing

when your mom went to get your hair cut, daehwi tagged along (and thus witnessed the first minutes of your bowl cut)

as you got older, your classmates would make fun of you for being friends, but you just ignored them

the two of you loved to go to the park in your neighborhood and swing on the swingset

whenever you went to the park, daehwi made sure to bring along two bottles of banana milk for you two to share

one time, you fell out of the swing and skinned your knee

daehwi ran all the way home and brought your dad to the park

sometimes you two will have sleepovers, and your parents don’t think anything of it, letting you two sleep in the same bed

and you often eat dinner at daehwi’s parents’ house, since your own parents work late nights

during middle school, you started to notice little things

like how his nose scrunched up when he ate something spicy

or how he tended to blink a lot

one time, the two of you were chilling in his bedroom

mind you, you were like 10

and daehwi kind of looked down

“hey (y/n), have you ever kissed anyone?”

and youre like wtf no thats gross i don’t want cooties

“yeah, but i saw my older brother kissing his girlfriend,” daehwi said shyly, blushing, “and he seemed to really like it, so i wanted to see what it felt like”

the two of you really awkwardly press your lips together

your noses bump

and you both agree that kissing is weird

but yeah your first kiss was with lee daehwi in his pororo pyjamas

when you enter high school, your father tells you he doesn’t want you sleeping in the same bed as daehwi when you have sleepovers

the first sleepover in high school, you start out on this air mattress, but both of you feel so uncomfortable that you end up in his bed, snuggled together

you make other friends, and with their help you realize that you really really like daehwi

your friends are pretty sure that he likes you too, but you know that your close friendship is often mistaken for love, and you brush it off

but people mistake you two for a couple all the time

the amount of respect and care you have for each other is obvious

and this little shooting pain bounces in your heart every time someone makes that assumption

daehwi makes it to the dance team

and so of course, whenever he has an event or a showcase, you make a huge sign and go with his parents

sometimes you’ll bring him flowers

you’re like 95% sure that his friends tease him about the two of you

they all also can’t believe you two aren’t dating yet

the two of you join different friend groups and don’t even see each other every day anymore

you two are still very close, and chat and talk frequently, but you definitely drift apart

one day, you’re coming into class from lunch and you find a bottle of banana milk on your desk

“(y/N), you looked nice today!”

you wonder who left it, and your friends start teasing you that you had a secret admirer

you start getting the banana milk frequently, a new cute little note on it every day

“you should wear your hair up more often! take confidence in your face <3″

“to be honest, i like you but i’m too scared to say anything”

“good luck on your test tomorrow!”

you start falling for the person’s kind, attentive words, feeling a bit guilty like you were betraying daehwi

one day you decided to hide in the classroom and see who was leaving the banana milk

you were crouched behind the teacher’s desk when you saw daehwi come into the classroom

he carefully put your pencils away into your pencil case before setting the banana milk on your desk and hurrying out

you grabbed the plastic bottle before dashing out into the hallway

“daehwi!” you called after him

he turned around, eyes wide

“it was you?”

he lets you come up to him, blushing a bit

“yeah,” he replied, “i’m sorry for not telling you that i liked you sooner, i understand if you’re mad at me.”

“mad?” you laughed, “daehwi, i like you too!” you leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek, making him blush even more

he hugged you tightly before reaching down to hold your hand, the two of you walking to lunch together

yoon jisung, a senior, takes like 300 pictures of the two of you

him and ha sungwoon look like proud parents

but no one is more self-satisfied than your own parents

they will not stop playing the video of when you two got fake married all those years ago

(but lets be real you would totally get married)

(and daehwi would propose by putting the ring in a bottle of banana milk)

(and youngmin would probably take him to a cpr class when daehwi told him his plan)

i’ll try to post another thing tonight if i have the energy, but pls be warned that i will not be updating tomorrow (possibly), because tmrw is my birthday and my family is probably going to drag me into the outside world lol