#seeing all the fun ways Kim can bend for him

[the-cookie-of-doom]

I'm having too much fun with this ballet AU lol

[waldau-archived]

hand in mine — lee seokmin | 1,550 words | fluff

slightly inspired by my friend and their partner, i didn't know it was possible for two people to be so in love :') here's just...dk being sappy. sappy dk.

gender neutral reader. warnings: bonus pov?

dokyeom swears you're like a portable human charger.

when he's away, whether it's because he's still in practice or because he's on tour or even when he's at his parents' place, a single phone call from you is enough to lift his spirits to get him through the rest of the day. weekends spent at each other's places together are almost enough to convince him to just become an apartment hermit.

it's been true for ages — and it's true again, tonight.

or it will be, if you'll stop talking to one kim mingyu.

dokyeom's getting antsier the longer you stand there talking to mingyu, nodding along to something he's telling you. can't it wait till tomorrow? doesn't mingyu see he's in dire need of recharging?

now he knows mingyu's not telepathic, but somehow the younger man realizes dokyeom's staring at the two of you, so he finishes whatever he's saying with a nod towards where dokyeom's sitting. you follow his gaze and smile when you see dokyeom, who swears his heart melts a little, right there.

but then you stop to greet joshua, chatting with him for a minute (a whole minute, in this economy?) before you're standing right next to dokyeom.

he stretches his arms out to you. you bend down, letting him wrap himself around you the best he can. it's good, but it's not enough. he lets go only to tug at your hand. "sit down."

you look around. "there's no place, kyeomie. i don't mind standing."

he frowns at you. "i mind. you can sit in my lap."

you give him a look. "in front of your friends? i'd rather not."

dokyeom pouts. "they're your friends, too."

"of course i know that, baby. but they don't ever stop teasing us, do they?"

"ugh. they'll make fun of me, not you. please?"

you run a hand through his hair. "i don't want them to make fun of you, either."

he huffs. "fine. c'mere," he mumbles, scooting to give you some more space. you go willingly this time, settling yourself into the minimal space next to him. it's not easy when there's already thirteen of them in a room, but he manages to nudge chan away to give you some more space.

"hi," you whisper, letting him throw his hand around your shoulder to pull you closer. "missed you today."

dokyeom pulls back to look at you. he feels almost shy to have all your attention on him, silly as it sounds. "just today?" he asks, grinning when you roll your eyes. "you got here safely?"

you nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. "perfectly. there was way lesser traffic than i expected."

"good."

you snuggle into dokyeom's side, stretching your legs out next to his. this is always his favourite place to be — because he can have your words be all for his ears only.

but then he frowns when he sees your outfit — a shirt and a pair of shorts. he takes off his jacket and drapes it across your legs despite your protests.

"you should've worn something warmer," he frowns. you're never good with the cold, and you're not going to be comfortable with the way more than half the members need the air conditioning to be switched on at all times.

"i was almost ready to go to bed, kyeomie," you explain, adjusting the jacket on yourself nonetheless. "i wouldn't be here if shua didn't call me. thank you, though. how was your day?"

dokyeom sighs. he doesn't want to talk about his day when he's been living through it for the entirety of...well, the day, but he has to say something for you. "not...the best," he concedes, resting his head on your shoulder.

"do you want to go home soon?" you ask, your hand finding his, tracing random patterns on his skin. the tingles help ground him.

he shrugs. "i don't know."

it's true, as much as he hates it. he doesn't want to leave because it'll end up breaking up the party — it always so happens that the first person to leave is the catalyst for most others to start wrapping things up, unwittingly. he doesn't want to be a party pooper, but at the same time, he's had a long day. it's like he's been aware of every single second he's been awake, and it's exhausting.

"okay," you say simply. "let's stay for a while more. it's not like we're in a rush. and i know how hard you worked today."

dokyeom closes his eyes at that. he knows he's done well, today being one of those days where he's genuinely looking for the end, but hearing it from you makes it much better. "yeah?"

"yeah," you affirm, hand rising to comb gently through his hair again, left open now that he's discarded his beanie. "i love you, kyeom. so much. it's still hard to put it into words sometimes."

he snuggles a bit more into you at that, slightly satisfied when seungkwan chucks a piece of popcorn at him from the bed, telling you both to stop being so cheesy. he feels even better when you throw it back at seungkwan, letting out a triumphant ha! when it hits him on the knee.

he loves you.

there's no bottom to that endless truth. he's somewhat loved you ever since he first saw you, drawn to the way your sense of humour was so close to his, and the somewhat turned into a definitely the more he got to know you.

dokyeom isn't half of anything — he's all of himself, lee seokmin, content with the way he is except for a few gripes here and there, but you complete him in a way he didn't know any person could.

he's not worried about you leaving him — there's no way either of you are letting that happen. it's more about not knowing who he is without you, now that your lives are so intertwined.

"stop," you mumble, your grip on his hair tightening slightly.

"stop what?"

"thinking. about whatever you are. i told you i love you and i'm not going anywhere."

the haze he's in almost clears a bit at that. "how did you— i didn't—"

"you always get so pensive when you're tired, did you know? i should record you some time. it's like there's a philosopher hidden inside you."

pensive? when he's tired?

"i love you normally," he blurts out, scared at the insinuation that he thinks about how much you mean to him only when he's vulnerable like this.

you're not saying anything back, though. you're just smiling at him.

"what," he asks, breaths a bit shallow.

"i know," you press, hand lifting his to show the ring that sits on his fourth finger. "i love you normally, too."

dokyeom lets out a chuckle. he still can't believe it's possible to love someone this much.

"now let me get you home and help you get some sleep, okay?" you ask, punctuating your question with a tug to his chin. "the others will understand."

as if you have to ask him. he'll go wherever you take him, no questions asked.

joshua can see the change in dokyeom's eyes the moment you walk into the room.

the conversation doesn't stop; mingyu and jun are still arguing about how mingyu should stop taking inspiration from jeonghan when it comes to board games and cheating. jeonghan has a proud smile on his face. wonwoo and minghao have zoned out entirely, too busy with their phones to acknowledge the little fight going on. the others are busy eating or ordering more food or arguing about which movie to watch next.

there's just one person missing from the chaos.

dokyeom's sitting on the floor under the window, entirely in his own world, constantly checking his phone and looking at the door, shutting his eyes for a minute before repeating his actions.

joshua would've poked fun at him if he didn't know how tired dokyeom already was today. a particularly tiring day, especially with a comeback practice they'd just gotten back from, and a going seventeen shoot in which dokyeom had been on the losing team. even though he doesn't like to show it, joshua knows dokyeom is somewhat upset over not winning.

but the moment you walk into the room, it's like a switch has been flipped. dokyeom sits up straighter, the neutral expression on his face morphing into a tired but real smile. he holds his hands out to you and pouts when you stop to greet all the other members first, shaking hands with them or giving them a quick side hug.

joshua pulls you close with ease. "thanks for making it here on such short notice."

"are you seriously thanking me for that?"

"i mean...he really needs to see you. today hasn't been his day."

you look over at your husband for a moment. "i could tell. his texts were pretty dry."

"right? now go get your lover boy. he's been moping all evening long."

you wrinkle your nose at the term, just like he expected you to, but you nod and make your way to dokyeom.

joshua turns away when dokyeom gives you a dopey, lovesick grin. he'll let the teasing go for tonight.

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[bluejutdae]

Under the surface | Kim Seungmin x you

notes: this is for @chvnmax, cause she deserves a sleeper build Seungmo. Wanna know something fun? I spent 20 minutes on google trying to discover if Seungmin can raise only one eyebrows because ✨credibility✨

Warnings: suggestive.

You left work late and you’re tired, dreaming of a hot bath and the soft comforter on your bed. You have promised Chanbin, though, and there can be multiple things said about you, but you have always kept your promises. So you do what you have to. You send a message to Changbin, informing him you’ll be at the gym in 15 minutes tops, and you send a message to Seungmin, asking how his day was. You only talked to him for 5 minutes in the morning, and that’s not enough Seungmin time for you.

The thing is: you’re crazy about him. He’s your boyfriend, so it’s not weird, but it’s still all so new. So you would love to go directly to his dorm, but you still keep walking towards the gym.

This gym isn’t half bad, it’s clean and bright, there’s never too many people and, when Changbin is not here, the gym instructors are always kind and professional. Today the gym is not too crowded, as usual, and after getting changed into workout clothes you can easily spot Changbin in the room. He’s not alone and it wouldn’t surprise you too much. The surprise lays on the identity of his companion.

Because the fact is that near Changbin, squatting an amount of weight you can’t even start to imagine, is Seungmin.

Seungmin in a tight gray shirt, sweaty and clinging to his back and arms, and black joggers.

He’s mid squat, hands around the barbell, his biceps are bulging and shoulders are bigger than you ever noticed. Despite being together and being attracted to one another, you have never seen each other naked. Seungmin insisted on going slow, to do things properly because when it’s right, you gotta do it right. His words, but you liked the idea of dating and courting, so you had a couple of make out sessions, clothes always on and hands not roaming too much.

Seungmin’s breathy laugh travels to you and a moment later he’s raking his weighted barbell. You might die for a moment: his biceps are to die for and you hyper focus on a drop of sweat descending on his neck.

When the fuck did you boyfriend become a muscular man? You clearly appreciate his lean figure, you like to put your hands on his forearms and caress him, making him shudder and squirm under your ministrations, but this is such a surprise you don’t know what to do. Can you just go there and steal him, apologize to Changbin for abandoning him and take Seungmin with you, hide somewhere and never let him be seen by people? He’s too hot to be left in the wild.

You must have said something or made a noise, because while you’re there ogling your boyfriend, two sets of eyes rest on you.

“Hey, you made it!” Changbin boisterous voice welcomes you, and you smile taking a few steps towards them and in lieu of a greeting, your mind comes up with: “what the fuck Seungmin”.

He wasn’t expecting this, so he bends his head on the side and raises an eyebrow in an inquisitive expression. “Hello to you too, my darling. What a pleasant surprise.”

It’s not a normal behavior and you know it, but you’re transfixed on his arms and your mind provides you with fantasies about his legs and abs and his back and whatever else he might be hiding under his clothes. Almost as an out of body experience, you see your hand reaching to his arms and squeeze.

“Puppy?”

Changbin emits a dry cough, and it seems like it’s moking you, “I forgot something important so I really have to go. I’m sorry guys, we’ll work out together another time, uh?”

Your hands are still groping Seungmin’s arms, but you’re conscious enough to answer him. “Be careful on the way home.”

“I’ll see you later, hyung”, your boyfriend's voice is laced with humor. “Are you done?”

“No.”

“You’re being ridiculous. If you want to grope muscles, you should have took the opportunity while Changbin hyung was still here…”

“I don’t want to grope him!”

“But you want to grope me?”

“Of course.”

His laugh is so pretty it almost distracts you. You still manage to turn your eyes towards his face and smile at him. “Puppy, since when are you muscular?”

“No, no. Let’s not ignore when you said you want to grope me.”

“We’ll circle back to that later.” You finally detach your hands from his arms and poke at his tummy. “You’ve been hiding this from me?”

He scoffs. “I hid nothing.”

“Are you sure? Doesn’t that mean you’re gonna let me see everything?” You know you said you were gonna go slow, but thinking about Seungmin sweaty and his arms bulging made you incredibly horny and a little wet.

“Puppy” he warns, looking around at the gym. It’s true that there’s almost no one, but a couple of trainers and at least three customers are present. You shrug with a wink. But Seungmin hasn’t finished with the surprises tonight, and in a flash he bends at the knees and puts you on his shoulder, your face now staring at his back and your ass in the air. Your response is a loud yelp and a threat.

“Put me down. Put me down or I’m gonna kill you.” Truth is: you didn’t expect Seungmin to be able to lift you like this and if you were only a little wet before, you are scared you’re gonna embarrass yourself if he keeps doing stuff like this. He puts you down only when he reaches the man’s locker rooms.

“Wait here for me, uh? I’m gonna walk you home tonight.” He looks around and, having assessed you’re alone, he kisses you hungrily, nipping at your lips and panting in your mouth.

Later, you’ll ask him to come up to your apartment, you’ll kiss wildly as soon as the door closes behind your backs and, for the first time, you’ll undress him. His shirt will lay on the back of the couch, joggers on the corridor floor. In return, he will get to have you naked too. Clothes scattered on the floor and on some pieces of furniture, it won’t matter tho. What matters is that you’ll make it to the bedroom and, most important, to your bed. He’ll show you how his biceps bulge when he’s over you, torso raised but hips fucking his cock inside you, making you bite your lips to stop the loud noises he’ll try to coax out of you. Later, you’ll worship his body, asking him to flex this or that muscle to lick it or gently nip at it. He’ll tell you about his gym adventures with Chan and Changbin, sometimes Minho, and he’ll promise you can go with them if you don’t act feral and try to get him naked.

Later, but for now you run to grab your bag from the lockers and come back to wait for him. Who would have thought your boyfriend had a sleeper build?

[thatblvckboyy]

I fear my post r gonna be like BP comebacks so here's a ff and I might delete this acc cuz of mental problems so if I do plz find another page

Kim jiwoong x male reader

Smut ff

You're a High School teacher at a very popular High school called Credarness High School and you work as a English Teacher. You also have a boyfriend named jiwoong and he is a Mafia Boss a hot one at that.

It was near evening time and you just finished making food as you would be sitting in the living room area marking your students English Exam paper.

After about an hour or so, your boyfriend jiwoong came in with a very musky and pleasurable scent as he would lock the door behind him and immediately walked over to you ,from behind and started kissing you out of nowhere, he did this for a few seconds.".my sweet little boyfriend has been so busy ... Why do you take a break ~" jiwoong said in a low and seductive tone" babe I have to finish marking these papers"

"It's Friday and you have the whole weekend and I promised you to behave" he said as he left tender kisses on your neck " babe stop! Let me finish this then you can have me all weekend "

"No can do I want you and now" with that he lifted you up from the sofa leaving the papers and pen on the table in the living room making his way to the bedroom with you in his arms held bridal style and layed you on the bed. After struggling to remove your clothes and his you were now bent over on the bed as he teased your hole with his dick before shoving it in "mmhh ohhh... Angry!! " you groaned gripping sheets as you felt his crotch fill you up with it's warmness

"See you always love my dick so why were you saying no" jiwoong said as he grabbed both of your arms pining them on your back"just relax.... And let it all out" he continued his rhythmic assault on your hole chasing his own pleasure enjoying the sweet solicit moans your pretty moans, music to his ears.When it came to jiwoong dick and his persuasive acts your body always submitted to him and his touch

Intense sexual tension in the air, nothing but the sounds of your flesh slapping against each other and your moans filled the room. There was Something about jiwoong bending you over and fucking the life out you, was just pure ecstasy. His hands on your hips digging deep in your skin as he his cock moves in and out of you hiring all those good spots.

" ahh I'm honan cum babe"With one final thrust his spilled his seed in you" ahhh! Oh yeah so gooood" he laid on top of you, the warmness of his seed was such a good feeling.He laid on the bed and pated the space next to him "come here babe I wanna cuddle you"you willingly obeyed and went and laid on his chest" remember you said I'm yours all weekend so finish those papers tomorrow and then we can some fun okay"

"What! Come on not fair you're always in control I wanna be in control too" you whined

"What would you even do if I gave you the slightest bit of control... Huh" he chuckled as he caressed your back "come on just one day babe please" you begged even though you always loved bottoming you wanted to feel what it's like to be in control "just sleep, I'm tired" he yawned

"Babe.... How about we go to.... " before you finished your sentence you heard him snoring " asleep already.... I guess I'll tell you tomorrow " you said as you yourself began getting sleepy and eventually fell asleep

[wannaeatramyeon]

HELLO!!! OMG I LOVE YOUR WORK SO MUCH ❤️✨. I WAIT FOR YOU EVERYDAY TO POST 💖 YOUR WRITING IS LIKE THE BEST THING IN THIS WORLD 🙇 CAN I PLS REQUEST LOOKISM MEN WITH A HOUSEWIFE READER. THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVE YOUR WORK 😍🥰

Hey anon, thanks for reading my brainrot and your request! You are adorable and I am loving the energy in this ask.

Gone for hc, but lemme know if you want a lil fic/drabble. I started to write a snippet for Jake and Goo and then realised I wanted to write for more of the boys but it gets a bit repetitive, yknow?

Lookism Boys with Housewife S/O headcanons

Jake Kim

After what feels like a lifetime of instant ramen and worrying about Big Deal, it's nice to have some homecooked meals and know that at least one part of his life is running smoothly.

Will always try to split the chores and errands evenly with you, because it's Jake. And if you wave him away and say no it's fine, he will follow you around anyway because spending time with you? Yes please.

Goo Kim

If you want to be a housewife, knock yourself out, honeybun. If you want to just sit around on your ass all day and do nothing, that's fine too. Goo will hire cleaners. Whatever makes you happy.

Actually loves doing shared chores with you though, and canonically he loves to cook. You do the prepping, he does the actual chef work. A little because it's a fun roleplay for him, and a lot because he does appreciate time together where he can just ramble on to you.

Gun Park

Housewife is.. fine. He can provide more than enough for the both of you. Honestly doesn't have any feelings about it one way or the other.

From a practical and pragmatic sense, it's nice to have someone he trusts look after your home. And then if/when there are kids coming along then it's also a lot easier if you are a stay-at-home parent too.

Samuel Seo

You're not so much a housewife, as a kept wife. Samuel has the vibes that if he can afford to so, and he absolutely can, then you are not lifting a finger.

Yes, he loves you but more because it's a matter of pride that he can provide for you in all areas of your life. You keeping the household running smoothly? Fine. But doing dishes? He has the ridiculous notion that it's below you.

Eugene

Yeah, you're also not going to be a housewife with Eugene. You can be in a power couple with him, but there is zero expectation to be a traditional housewife. You guys employ people for that.

Enjoy your shopping and brunches and being on the board of charities or whatever with other socialites.

DG/James Lee

This guy has enemies and unhinged fans coming out of his butthole, so for your safety and his peace of mind, housewife is great. Leaves pretty much most of the errands to you as his fame prevents him doing even the most simple things (but yet no one catches him beating up minors).

Extremely private with his personal life and with you. You're the only bit of normalcy in his insane life (lives?) and appreciates the sanctuary and home you have both built. Seeing you do the laundry, dust, cook, whatever? It's a sigh of relief for his soul.

Zack Lee/Vasco Tabasco

The two of them are pretty similar here.

Are you kidding? Absoutely loves that you are a housewife, there's something about the fact that you are looking after their wellbeing that they adore.

Has very traditional ideas of gender roles, much to the chagrin of you at times, so them being the financial provider, and the household being your domain sounds great to them. Any issues with that? Don't worry, just let them know and they will bend over backwards to make sure you're happy.

Xiaolong

Takes a long time to get used this, and even then you being a housewife and looking after the household and family never quite feels right.

Don't blame Xiaolong though, he has had a lifetime of servitude. Always feels a little guilty about not looking after you in all areas of your life. He never quite fully breaks out of this mindset but is forever grateful for you and all that you do.

Vin Jin

What housewife? You're on the road touring with him when he's an international platinum-selling rapper.

Johan Seong

Well a positive of you being a housewife is that the further away from danger you are, the better.

However, being the sole financial provider does stress him out. He's had to scrape so goddamn hard for his mother's surgery, and the thought that the he has to do that forever? It does freak him out a little.

Much much prefers an equal partnership.

Eli Jang

Loves the stability of having you being a housewife for Yenna.

He trusts you with his life, and more importantly with Yenna. Eli knows she is in a safe pair of hands with you so that is a massive weight off his mind.

Overall it does a lot for healing the shitty childhood he had. Experiencing the loving home you have cultivated means more to him than you will ever know.

Warren Chae

He is the best househusband, and no one can convince me otherwise. Being able to have a calm life, with a loving partner and his biggest concern are looking after the home and family? After worrying about Hostel? Sign him the fuck up.

Warren will wave you off to work with a smile, the most delicious home-cooked lunch ever and a little note for you to read and perk up your day.

[jhugas]

‘Right now?’- Kim Taehyung

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Genre: smut

Pairing: Taehyung X 8thmember! Afab! Reader, fwb

Summary: Taehyung and you get some fun on the balcony in the middle of nowhere…

Word count: ~1,1k

Warnings/tags: v penetration, teasing, fwb, semi-public sex (on the balcony but in the middle of the forest), clothed sex, mentioned exhibitionism kink thingz, big dick Tae, creampie.

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You and Taehyung were in Japan to have some time together after working hard on your single.

You felt very similar to him, you understood each other without saying a single word and you trusted each other more than anything, and your abuse of trust for each other led you a few times to spicy conversations. Starting with ‘Im so horny these days lol’, and ending with his dick deep down your throat.

But you didn’t call each other friends with benefits, though it’s true that you fucked here and there, you’d rather say that you’re just friends having fun.

You were on the balcony of the luxurious house he rented, looking at the beautiful stars lighting up the sky with Taehyung on your left. The house was perfectly placed, in the middle of the forest.

‘You look so pretty, I’d love to take a picture of you right now.’ Taehyung says, looking at you instead of the night sky.

‘Really? Thank you!’ you answer while he had this cute smile drawn on his face.

You look back at the stars, not noticing the signal Taehyung gave, before he got behind you and pressed his hips against your behind. ‘Is he serious?’ you think. You could feel something hard in his pants, something you could recognize anytime.

‘Tae…right now?’ you ask him, not sure if having sex in a rented place and on its balcony was a good idea.

‘Yes, right now…no one can see or hear us, so let’s enjoy this as much as possible.’ he whispers in your ear, then began to press his thigh pants against your shorts even more, his erection growing bigger each second.

‘Alright…’ you whisper back, horny thoughts entering your mind and making you want more.

‘I can’t feel you enough…’ you whine, arching your back so that his boner hits where you needed him the most.

The heat in between your legs was growing and you felt more and more empty, your cunt couldn’t feel more needy, and Taehyung noticed. He decided to speed up things and take off his shorts along with boxers, then, began to rub the tip against the thin tissue of your shorts, pushing in between your cheeks and teasing your clit.

‘What if someone passed here?’ you worriedly ask.

‘Who would come here at 11pm? We’re all alone darling.’ he answers quickly, using one of his hand to guide his tip and the other to keep your hips in place.

You could hear two owls answering each other, and deep moans sending vibrations through your body.

Without even looking behind, you could feel his dick being as big as it was, and probably looking as tasty as always. There wasn’t a better sentence than ‘lick it like a lollipop’ when you saw his thick cock wrapped around his own cum or pre-cum.

‘Fuck…’ you mutter when you feel his cock in between your thighs and up your crotch while he, not too roughly, thrust with his cock in between your thighs while you squeeze it, creating a friction on your clit. And while he didn’t want to start too intense or hard, this horny feeling made him so much more needy, that he started going harder and his hips began to slam against your ass as your clit gets more and more sensitive.

You felt insane. His tip rubbing you and length sliding against your pussy made you feel dizzy, and the fact that there isn’t any strong light isn’t helping.

Intuitively, you quickly took off your shorts and panties, and bended over, spreading your legs and making your hole way more exposed for him. You looked back to give him permission, as he couldn’t take his eyes off you.

The feeling of his cock on you is way more tingly now that there is nothing in between them, but it won’t last long since after getting aligning his tip with your cunt, he pushed in, making you feel every hard inch of him inside you and giving you time to let your body adjust.

It’s been a few years since you started fucking, but you never got used his big dick.

He starts thrusting back and forth again, your walls still tight around him though he gave you time.

‘You’re so good…’ compliments slipped your lips. It was either some angry sex where you were rough with each other, or some passionate sex where you kept on praising each other.

This case was the second scenario, almost romantic.

He keeps hitting it from the back, watching your ass bounce and his dick disappearing in it. His view was amazing and he wished he could take a screenshot of it, he’d gladly take a camera and record or take pictures of you.

‘Fuck… you like that don’t you?’ he asks with a slight mocking tone, ‘you’re too pretty.’

‘But what if there’s a paparazzi?’ you ask with the strength you have left.

‘Then I bet he enjoys watching me fuck you right.’ he answers without hesitation. He’s full of himself and just knows how good he makes you feel.

He wouldn’t mind anyone filming you two, in fact, he wouldn’t mind doing you in front of the other members, random people or even fans.

The wet sound of his balls slapping against you, his low moans and groans made it harder to not reach your orgasm.

‘I’m gonna cum-’ he hears from you as a white ring forms around his length.

‘Mh… me too…’ he whispered back while he kept hitting your sweet spot continuously and making you more and more sensitive.

‘Keep going!’ you cry out as he uses one of his hands to grab one of your titties, before you began to shake uncontrollably, holding the balcony for your life and releasing your sweet juice around his sweet cock.

And when he felt your walls getting crazily tight around him, he stopped holding back and pushed his warm cum inside you, your mixed cum in your poor hole.

He came along his and your moans as you both felt yourselves coming back to reality, and this tired but magic feeling taking place.

You catch your breath and he pulls out, crouching down and watching carefully how wet and shiny your pussy is and your mixed juices falling out your cunt.

‘You were so good…’ Taehyung says to reassure you, then you just started complimenting each other’s performance while he carried you to the bedroom.

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Masterlist

[tiedyeflannels]

Adventure of a Lifetime

Kim Taehyung x reader

Chapter 12 | Masterlist

A/N: Get your dancing shoes on 'cuz we're learning some choreo!! Anyway, enjoy!

“They're the one you’ve been talking about in the group-” one started before another member slapped a hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

“Jungkook, you can’t just blurt that out,” he quietly scolded the youngest member.

I chuckled at the interaction then looked over at Tae, who was awkwardly scratching his neck with a smile.

“Anyway… Y/n, this is everyone,” he announced, motioning to the others.

I smiled as Tae suggested that everyone introduce themselves individually so I would “know who’s who”. They all agreed and Jimin was the first one to come up to me and give me a side hug, which I happily returned.

“It’s great to see you again!”

“You too!”

“Tae hasn’t given you too much trouble, has he,” he teased, making Tae start pouting.

I laughed, “No, but I’ll let you know when he does.”

Tae all but pushed Jimin away from me as J-hope came up and shook my hand. The others quickly followed suit as Namjoon, Jungkook and Jin- the one that scolded the youngest- introduced themselves. The last one, Yoongi, stayed in his spot, but politely nodded his head. 

I mirrored the action and thanked them for letting me come to their practice before J-hope spoke up.

“We’re going to start with some stretches if you’d like to join us. We all can chat so we can get to know you a bit more,” he suggested.

I agreed and followed them to the middle of the room, facing the mirrors.

We collectively sat down as we started some on-the-floor stretches. Bending to the side and stretching my arm to my foot in order to mirror what they were doing, I winced at the pain as I stretched the muscles in my leg.

“So Y/n, we heard that you’re visiting with Taehyung’s brother and your sister. How are you liking it so far,” Namjoon asked, making me look at him through the mirror, nose still scrunched at the slight pain.

“It’s been really fun,” I smiled before Tae butted in.

“Yeah, Y/n's planning to stay here forever.”

I laughed and switched the leg I was currently stretching.

“It was a momentary lapse in judgment! That beach was too beautiful at sunset. How could you not want to stay there forever,” I happily sighed, thinking about that view.

“Oh, so you guys did go to Gwangalli in the end,” Jimin asked and we both nodded.

We switched to stretching our arms over our heads before Jungkook spoke up. “Wait, you guys were in Busan?”

He turned to Tae with puppy dog eyes. “Aw Hyung, you should've told me. We could’ve met up,” he whined and I smiled when he pouted, thinking about how cute he looked.

Tae waved him off with a smile, "It was a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing. Jeong-Gyu wanted us to go. Plus I didn't know that Jimin was there, we just met him by accident." Jimin shrugged and nodded as we all stood up to do more warm-ups. 

Tae promised that he would visit him next time they had a break as we continued talking. It was a lot of fun seeing the group’s dynamic in the purest form.

They talked, teased, joked and laughed with each other throughout the warm-up. They asked me some questions which I was always happy to answer as I told them about what we were doing here all the way to what I was studying in college.

Soon enough, they all had to start practicing so once warm-ups were over, I walked over and took a seat by the wall where all of their bags were.

I sat there bouncing between looking through my phone and quietly watching them learn new choreography or solidifying the moves they already learned. 

It was entertaining to watch the process that went into those award-winning dances, though I would be lying if I said that J-hope’s judging gaze didn’t send a shiver down my spine.

By the 2-hour mark, I had gotten down some of the moves for “Black Swan” and would find myself dancing along to the parts that I had picked up.

They all sat down, out of breath after their run-through. Tae looked around the room before his eyes settled on me.

"What do you think," he asked as he threw a tired smile over to me. I hummed in thought.

"I think that I would not be able to do this for a career," I chuckled.

"What? Being an idol," Jimin queried.

I nodded, "I'm not much of a dancer and these steps look a little complicated…"

Jin laughed at my statement, finding it amusing, "We've had years of training, but trust us when we say that Hobi had to teach us from scratch."

Jungkook popped his head up and looked at me with sparkling eyes, "Do you want to learn some choreo?"

My eyes widened as a mischievous smile spread across his face and got up to walk over to me. I violently shook my head as he got closer.

“No, no, Tae,” I exclaimed as he grabbed my hands and tugged me up to my feet.

He circled around me and started pushing me in the direction of the others.

I tried “digging” my feet into the floor to slow him down, but he kept pushing, “Dude, I’m not a good dancer, trust me!”

He stopped when we made it to the group and turned me to face J-hope, “We all start somewhere and luckily, you’ve got the best dance teacher in the industry!” 

The man in question gave me a lovely smile, “I promise I won’t be too hard on you.”

“Yeah. He really only looks intimidating with us, but he’s an absolute sweetheart with others,” Namjoon chimed in.

I sighed and nodded, “Alright, I’ll give it a try.”

Chapter 13

Taglist:

@maple-leaves-in-the-wind | @eli-xar | @amaroho

[talkingperfectly-loud]

Okay! So, I’ve finally watched the Netflix Live Action ATLA and gathered my thoughts! Spoilers under the cut…

Overall score: 7/10

Overall thoughts: I was actually pleased! I wasn’t going in expecting it to be like the original series, and I was really excited to see how they would tell the story, what they would keep, and what they would change. I think that they did a great creative job melding a bunch of story lines together in a way that made sense, but, on a negative note, they did miss some key character beats that ranged from baffling to unforgivable. I loved this cast, and I think they all embodied their characters so well (Dallas Lui as Zuko?!? Hello?! *Chef’s kiss*). Deliveries were a bit stilted (to be expected with young actors just starting out), but I actually found it endearing, and they’ll only get better with practice. The bending wasn’t nearly as punchy or fun to watch in live action (especially the water bending. Oof), but it was leaps and bounds better than the Movie That Must Not Be Named. Below are the major takeaways:

Things I disliked

- Making the discovery and freeing of Aang completely passive. In the animated show, this was brought about BY Katara and Sokka. Their characters and their bickering, which caused Kataras rage, which caused her to waterbend, which caused her to free Aang. In the live action, it just… happens? Randomly? Nothing caused it, and it was a much weaker moment because of it.

- They took away Zuko’s crucial moments of mercy. Yes, they have him save the 41st, and yes, they have him hesitate during his Agni Kai with Ozai… BUT he was about to burn Katara on Kyoshi island? When she was down and unarmed?? At the North Pole, he was about to burn Zhao, who was also down and unarmed?? Absolutely not. No. No way. He wouldn’t even burn Zhao in the original show, because he knows what it’s like to be burned and despite his rage, he is a good person. There is absolutely no way he would be willing to harm someone who is unarmed.

- Sokka not explicitly asking Suki to train him. We NEEDED to see that humility where he asks for their help, not just him staring wistfully through the door and her taking pity. Humble him!!!!

- Sokka not being involved in the Jet storyline. I know that Katara is more obviously the choice to get involved here (love interest, etc), but Sokka and Jet are foils! They are both young men tasked with protecting people they love. Not having Sokka’s moment where his skepticism and independence saves the day is such a loss for his character. This could have even been kept in the Omashu storyline, with Sokka evacuating a building before a bomb goes off, etc.

- Why the literal heck did Bumi himself come to the front of the palace to receive the inventions from Sai?? What the hell even was that scene??

- Cutting the Haru storyline. This episode is crucial for Katara, who has WAY too little to do in this show, tbh. Her rallying the earth kingdom prisoners, and encouraging them to fight back is so so so important. I think they tried to move this to the Northern Water tribe storyline (when she rallies the women) but we don’t SEE it!! It happens offscreen!!!!

- Minor, but the blue spirit mask looked kinda dumb. I wish they had taken inspiration from real kabuki masks and made it more scary.

- I personally feel that Ozai is TOO personable in this adaptation. I’m guessing Daniel Dae Kim probably had a lot of say over the portrayal of this character, but I don’t think they made him dark enough. Ozai is cruel and that is CRUCIAL. He is abusive and manipulative, and hateful. Framing Zuko’s banishment and mutilation as if these were deliberate “learning moments,” rather than cruel, unjustifiable abuse is character assassination.

- Azula isn’t Azula. No shade to the actress, but the script has her written as a hot-headed, temperamental teenager desperate to prove herself. That’s ZUKO! Azula should be able to make grown men per their pants. Do her bidding. She can command armies. She never lets you see her weaknesses or her walls. She is cold, calculating, and terrifying. She is 13 steps ahead of you. Live action Azula loses her temper during a fight, talks back to Ozai (?!?!), and whines to Mai and Ty Lee about her frustrations. That’s not Azula.

- The “ice moon” thing at the North Pole? Why? Why aren’t there any spirits in this world? There’s no need to change that.

- Zhao’s death!?! What the hell was that!?!? No no no no no. Absolutely awful in every possible way. Where was his karmic justice?!? Why introduce the Fog of Lost Souls if you weren’t going to show Zhao getting pulled down into it?!? Where was Zuko, offering him mercy, despite everything? Where was Zhao’s pride, refusing his hand?? Furthermore, you make Iroh of all people a murderer?!? Fine, you could have him intervene and push Zhao into the water like he pushed him down after the Agni Kai in the original series. But to kill him?? Unprompted?! In cold blood?! Zhao wasn’t even his opponent!! Horrifying and disturbing. Unforgivable.

Things I loved

- The order of events. I actually love starting 100 years in the past and not making it clear what is about to happen. I also love that it isn’t clear just how long Aang has been asleep for! I love love love that dramatic irony if you know, and the reveal if you don’t.

- Aang stealing Zuko’s notebook. Finally, it’s explained how the gaang knew Zuko’s name lol

- Aang & Iroh meeting and chatting on the ship when he’s captured! It’s such a small scene, but felt so reminiscent of their conversation from Book 2 that it made me happy.

- Suki being so awkward!! Yes girl!! You have clearly never flirted before and it is obvious! I also loved having her mother be the matriarch of the village. Makes total sense tbh.

- Fleshing out Omashu! I love that they combined Jet & the Mechanist here. It makes Omashu feel more real, and it’s a natural place to put these storylines. I think this was really well done. Also bringing Iroh & Zuko into the story here was seamless, and worked to further both their characters (Zuko choosing Iroh over Aang, Iroh sacrificing himself to save Zuko)

- Having Bumi be an angry old man. This is controversial, but if we put aside Legend of Korra for a second where canon says Aang and him stay bffs, this actually makes a lot of sense. It’s not fair that Aang got to be asleep for 100 years. Bumi, as he said, had to struggle and suffer during that entire time. I’m glad that not everyone is like “it’s okay, it’s not your fault” because it kind of is!! I’m glad they had someone to actually hold him accountable a bit!

- Aang and Zuko connecting during the Blue Spirit episode. Aang making Zuko smile! Them joking! Them feeling pity for each other! The star-crossed friendship of it all! Gorgeous, gorgeous scene.

- Expanding on the theme of friendship vs. isolation. It’s such a key theme in the animated series that flies under the radar, and I really like how they took it and seemed to run with it.

- Azula collaborating with Zhao. It makes so much sense, since Zhao is just some rando tbh?It sets up both the Dai Li storyline and sibling rivalry nicely in season 2.

- Having Zuko’s crew be the division he saved?!?! A stroke of absolute genius.

- No Kataang!! I’m so sorry, but I honestly always felt that any romance in the original series was gratuitous, odd, and oh so Western. This is a story about children at war. I’m glad the romance is taking a back seat.

- Having Pakku see Katara for HER, rather than for her grandmother!! I always hated that in the original show! She fights her damn heart out and he still won’t train her UNTIL he sees her grandmother’s necklace. It always felt like the age-old blight of men not being able to care about a woman unless they have, or can image having, a personal connection to them (What if that was your mother, daughter, etc). I LOVE this change.

- Katara rallying the other women!! Pulling up everyone!! This is such an obvious change I can’t believe they didn’t have this in the original show. As I said, though, I do wish we saw her speech to them. That’s such an important character moment.

[laesas]

Happy WIP Wmonday-Wednesday to all who celebrate

Tagged by @dudeyuri on wmonday and didn't see the tag for aaages 🩷 thank you thank you!

Left is the very very first draft of the PatPran onlyfriends yolo bar frenemies with benefits au 💚 and Right is KimBig drunken one-night-stand 💜

Waxing lyrical about my own writing (+ tags) under the cut:

Two very very different vibes and character voices! Kim's patterns of thought come much more easily to me because I love poetry, metaphors and symbolism, and they really fit his tone as a melancholic songwriter type and fill the gaps where he isn't talking (and let's be real, Big isn't much of a talker either haha). He also presents a lot of emotions in very 'objective' ways, that style of semi-unreliable narration lines up with how he sees the world. He believes he's unlovable and undesirable so be bends over backwards to justify it. There's a passage above this one where he thinks about how Chay couldn't really want him because he doesn't actually know all sides of him, and now when he's presented with the idea that someone knows and seemingly wants him it feels good for a second and then he chalks it up to Big being in love with Kinn (true) and only wanting Kim as a kind of substitute (not true).

But Pat's voice is so different! It's much simpler and straight-to-the-point and honest-but-oblivous in a way that's really fun to play around with, and what he lacks in metaphors he makes up for in actions that line up with subconscious desires eg. wanting to be close to Pran so instinctively pulling him into a confined space and pressing up against him! It's hard writing the earlier stuff before he's properly started catching feelings: trying to make Pat notice details about Pran that the audience can read into, without Pat blatantly ignoring the big glaring "Pran Is In Love With You" banner floating 2ft above his head at all times.

Two very different little guys! I love them both! Excited to keep writing these 💚💜💚

Tagging: @kinnbig @divorcedmalewife @kimchaybrainrot @thewholedamnboulangerie @tumsa always no pressure!

[bigbrainkatrina]

We Do Everything Together - a Kim/Ron fanfic

“I mean it, Ron,” Kim straightens her posture and rests her elbows on her knees. “You could be a comedian, you’re like, seriously so funny, my jaw hurts right now from laughing so much.”

Ron laughs, because he’s still got one more giggle in him, and wipes some happy tears from his face. “Thanks, Kim. That means a lot. Uh, I mean—me? As a comedian? Nah, I’d rather just be your sidekick, you know and—”

“Partner,” Kim corrects. “You’re my partner, okay? I’m gonna start correcting people too.”

It’s the dumbest shit—seriously.

But it’s also kinda one of the happiest moments out of Kim’s fifteen years alive.

Drakken has been really into videos lately, which is always fun because he’s like,  so bad  at it. He’s done evil plan announcement videos out of focus, out of frame, out of sync, you name it, he’s botched it. This week he didn’t even send the full video, it cuts off as he’s about to name the day Shego will rob this stupid lab in Chicago.

All Team Possible has to go off of is that they know it’s going down this week. 

Which means Kim and Ron have to do a stakeout. Really, the two of them should do shifts so the other can get rest without losing eyes on Shego. But neither of them want to do that, so they have Wade run the daytime surveillance.

Kim gigglesnorts and crumples in to the lip of the roof, spilling canned soda onto the brittle stone ground.

Ron laughs along with her, arms waving around as he tries to imitate this scene from  Mission Impossible: Rogue Nation.  “Yeah, so like, you got this guy hanging off the plane and he’s shouting,” Ron bends his neck down and whisper-shouts. “  Benji! Open the door! ” 

Kim smiles and draws her knees up to her chest.

“And Benji’s hitting all these buttons, and uh,” Ron taps away at the air, working up a furious sweat. “And he can’t read the thing because it’s in Russian or whatever, and everyone’s yelling at him,  Benji open the door aaaah !” And finally he finds a button and he clicks it and the thing opens and…” He slows down, looking at Kim eagerly. “Go on, guess.”

Kim looks around as if he’d be asking someone else. “Oh, um, um, I don’t know, I don’t watch many movies. The door opens?”

“Don’t worry, you’ll learn,” Ron pats her on the head like a child and it makes her laugh so hard. “It’s the wrong door!” He gestures his arms wide and it makes Kim laugh again. She thinks she might be crying. “And Tom Cruise is like actually holding onto this actual airplane that’s up in the sky, like it’s not a special effect, and he’s screaming  THAT’S THE WRONG DOOR  and—”

Ron bursts into giggles himself and falls backwards with a loud  thud!  “It’s a great movie, Kim, I’d be down to rewatch it with you.”

That does sound really nice. Kim giggles again and stares at him, and he’s looking at her with so much  affection . “I’d love to, Ron.”

And boy, does her saying that make him smile. From ear to ear. “Oh, God, Kim, and there’s this other scene—”

“Wait,” Kim holds a hand out. “Don’t tell me.”

Ron raises an eyebrow in confusion.

“You, uh, have a tendency to overhype some stuff,” Kim says and Ron blanches. Immediately, all of the warmth in Kim’s chest goes cold and she feels frigid and awful. “Shoot, I’m sorry, I didn’t—I didn’t mean for it to come out like that, I meant like…”

Ron eyes her carefully, still frowning.

Kim snaps her fingers, hoping it’ll accelerate her brain, which it doesn’t. “Um, so I haven’t told you this before, I don’t think, but I’m not very good at imagining things. But the way you explain things, it’s so… elaborate. And vibrant. I can see everything and um,” she bites her lip. “Sometimes I think you’re funnier than the things you’re explaining to me, Ron.”

It takes a second for that to process with Ron and wow he blushes so hard. “Oh, well, uh, heh heh…”

“I mean it, Ron,” Kim straightens her posture and rests her elbows on her knees. “You could be a comedian, you’re like, seriously so funny, my jaw hurts right now from laughing so much.”

Ron laughs, because he’s still got one more giggle in him, and wipes some happy tears from his face. “Thanks, Kim. That means a lot. Uh, I mean—me? As a comedian? Nah, I’d rather just be your sidekick, you know and—”

“ Partner, ” Kim corrects. “You’re my partner, okay? I’m gonna start correcting people too.”

Ron doesn’t understand what Kim sees in him. Sometimes he thinks it’s all just some big joke, and that one day Ashton Kutcher is going to come out with the  Punk’d  crew and Kim will laugh and laugh and laugh and he’ll cry.

He’s dead worthless. He can’t fight, he can’t be trusted to do anything complicated, and he’s just generally really stupid.

Kim is perfect. He can’t even believe that they’re friends. To this day. He just… doesn’t understand.

He just wants her to be happy. To be safe. She’s so cruel to herself, he knows she’s really hurting and half the time she’s smiling it’s just so she can put on a show, so that no one will worry about her. 

God, she thinks he could be a comedian? That’s such a Kim thing to say.

He’s sure she only said it so he wouldn’t feel so bad for making so many bad jokes.

He loves her though. Always has, always will. 

Kim gets her great, horrible idea as the hotel clerk slinks up to the front desk, and Kim blushes so hard because it’s so embarrassing. She knows she should ask Ron if it’s okay, but she’s… scared.

The clerk looks down at the two of them “Hello, how can we help you?” 

Kim blushes even harder, and Ron raises an eyebrow. 

“Can we…” Kim says softly and stares at the desk instead of the clerk. She swallows, summons up some courage, and looks up. “...have a room for two? One bed, please and thank you.”

If Ron were a cartoon character, his jaw would drop off its hinges.

“Um,” Kim recovers fast. “But can you charge us for two rooms?”

And she holds out her parents’ credit card. Her parents would be ferociously peeved with her if they found out what she was up to.

The clerk rolls their eyes knowingly; they probably aren’t supposed to do what Kim just asked, but they seem to understand. It takes a few minutes after that, Kim thought they would just pay and go, but apparently they have to set up a tab instead. Because there might be extra fees for room service and stuff. 

(Usually Wade takes care of any travel/itinerary strugs.)

Ron completely loses focus and stares off into the distance. Into the deepest, darkest existential dread, his heart pounding.

They walk to the hotel room in silence. Until they get to the door.

Kim holds her hand towards the door knob, only to reel her hand back right away. “Hey, um, wanna get food? I’m hungry.”

Ron scratches his neck, kinda eager to just get to the point and figure out what Kim is doing. “You don’t want to do room service? I’m kinda down, never done that before.”

“It’s too expensive,” Kim shakes her head. “I know it’s my parents’ money, but I’d feel guilty.” She waits a second. “Plus there’s a Bueno Nacho near here!”

Ron smiles. “You always know how to make me say  Yes  to things, KP.”

Kim doesn’t understand what it is Ron sees in her that makes him want to do these crazy fucking missions. 

Sometimes she gets scared, and she thinks maybe Ron is a plant. Like he’s some dude hired to make sure she doesn’t get herself killed so that no one ever gets in any legal trouble. 

If that’s the case, he’s really good at it. 

Ron has saved the world more times than he seems to consciously understand. He’s tricked villains, made perfect distractions… Hell, sometimes she gets so tied up with Shego that it’s Ron who thwarts Drakken.

She loves him. 

She wouldn’t want to do Team Possible if he weren’t around. He makes it fun, he makes the neverending nightmare seem like some silly adventure. He keeps her calm. He makes sure she isn’t lonely.

And what does she do for him? 

Nothing. She’s  obsessed  with the missions. She has a really hard time talking about non-mission things when she’s just hanging out at him. She used to have hobbies and interests, but now it’s just Team Possible. She’s a machine.

When she gets home from school on a rare day where she hasn’t heard anything from Wade, she just sort of lays in bed and stares at the ceiling, waiting for her Kimmunicator to go off. 

She’s a loser. People just don’t see it because she’s pretty. 

But Ron will figure it out soon enough, but even then, she doubts she’ll ever stop loving him.

Kim shuts the lights off and blue moonlight trails into the room, running across her face. Ron stands at the opposite end of the bed, in front of one of the curtains. She can’t see his face really, the light behind him frames his body like a rimlight, the rest of his body cloaked in silhouette. 

He’s nervous, she is too. She thinks he knows what he wants.

She doesn’t want to talk about it, she really hopes he doesn’t ask anything. But she needs consent. Because maybe she’s misreading him. Maybe he doesn’t want this. Maybe she suffers more than him because she’s so weak.

Ron steps forward and the light shifts to his face, and he looks… grim. 

“Ron,” Kim says carefully, her voice and cadence soft. “I, um… feel like an adult most days, and, um…”

“Oh geez,” Ron whispers out loud by accident. He immediately covers his mouth. “Oops, um, sorry! I didn’t—uh—heheh…” He pinches his turtleneck and pulls it away from his flesh. “Awkwaaaaard.”

Kim gigglesnorts, and then promptly covers her mouth too because gigglesnorting is embarrassing as fuck. “No, I don’t mean it like that… heh. I, um, I just… I feel like… we’re supposed to pretend. To be older. For like, other people.”

Ron drops the goofy guy act as he realizes that Kim is getting awful serious. 

(Kim is always serious about the missions, and about Ron’s personal growth & development. Never about herself, she makes more sacrifices than anyone he knows.)

“A-and I don’t know, I’m sorry if this is like, weird,” Kim pulls at her hair anxiously, and subconsciously steps backwards, sinking away into the dark. “I just, I really liked the time we spent together and I’m sorry, I should have asked if you’d be okay with it, I just don’t—want to be alone right now.” She closes her mouth, and looks back up at Ron. “I want to keep this going. D-do you understand?”

Ron thinks about that, and he… sorta feels the same way, too. Hell, he  loves Kim. It’s the only reason he does this. Because he cares so deeply for her and he doesn’t want to fuck off to sleep in some other room alone when it doesn’t have to be that way.

Kim and him do everything together. Why not this?

The glimmer in Kim’s eyes shifts and she seems really focused.

And somehow he picks up  exactly what it is that she’s been too afraid to say out loud, so he turns away from Kim and pulls off his black sweater.

“Oh geez,” Kim grunts and turns away in a panic, grabbing the hem to her crop top.

Ron snorts. “Too true, KP. Too true.”

She snorts right back; he always knows how to make her laugh. 

It doesn’t take her long to strip, it just feels… weird. And cold. The room is a lot colder than she figured it would be. She wants to just dive under the blankets and stay there, but simultaneously, it feels wrong to just leave her clothes on the floor. Should she fold them? She isn’t sure what adults usually do in this sort of situation.

Her skin from head to toe erupts in goosebumps from the chill and Kim promptly makes up her mind. Without turning to look at Ron, she backpedals and drops her hip onto the bed. Carefully, she lifts the corner of the comforter and drags it over her thigh. Shivering, she lifts her knee and slides her other leg in, and presses her palms into the mattress. She kicks her legs out and lowers herself under the blankets. It’s warm here.

A quiet  ploomph  from the other side assures her that Ron is doing something of the same.

She turns over to her side to look at him and there is still a little bit of distance between them. Ron looks at her, eyes wide and shining, and then he laughs. She laughs back. It is kind of silly to be so vulnerable so suddenly. 

“Stay there,” she whispers. “But um, turn the oth-other way.”

“Okay.”

Kim furrows her brow and shimmies her body across the mattress, careful to keep herself covered. She’s  never slept naked before, nor has she ever shared a bed with someone.

It’s a lot of sensations at once. Her skin gliding over bunched up sheets. Soft blankets falling on naked limbs. Warm touching her whole body. And the occasionally bounce in the mattress as Ron flips onto his side, away from Kim.

She slides in behind him. They’re the same height, and their bodies fit in well together. Her knee presses against the back of his leg, and her arms wrap around his body. Her chin presses against his narrow shoulder. 

“Is… is this okay?” she squeaks.

“Mm,” he hums. 

They lay there for some time. 

Ron’s skin is much softer than hers. Plusher. She can sink her fingers in deeper than she can with her own body, which is taut with muscle, aside from the occasional baby fat that’s still waiting to get pubertied away.

She wonders if she should feel more nervous. 

Ron’s skin on hers is so much, and she blushes as she wonders how he must feel, since he can probably feel more of her than the other way around, since she’s, um, the big spoon. The blankets trap so much heat in with them, and Ron’s body radiates warm. The stark change in temperature makes Kim sweat at first, but soon after it comes to her she calms down. 

“Sorry I’m so cold,” she says gently, voice tinkling like a drizzle of raindrops battering a tin roof. 

“Huh? Kim you’re like super warm,” Ron whispers. “It must be me, sorry. I’m always kinda—”

“No you’re warm too,” she whispers back and relaxes, trying her best to nix the tension in her shoulders so she can just be there with him. 

“I love you,” her voice fades away as she drifts off to sleep.

Ron yawns. “Samesies, Kim. Samesies…”

[bcbdrums]

Bowling Night

Read on: FFn AO3 Little Ones Masterpost

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The hubbub of the bowling alley was secondary in Kim's mind as she shifted in her seat, still a little uncomfortable with present company even though it was their second game.  She listened as Shego noisily sucked the last of her drink through her straw, and then glanced over at the older woman's face and watched her smirk broaden.  She followed her gaze to the even older man whose turn it was.

Already holding his bowling ball, Drakken was sizing up the shot he was about to take.  Kim nibbled a french fry and mused that it was still strange to see Drakken and Shego in civilian clothing rather than their familiar villain attire.  She also hated to admit that Drakken looked quite nice in his maroon button-up, but it was his blue jeans that sold Shego's point to her when she'd talked her into the evening out.

Drakken stepped forward, bending low as he expertly rolled the ball down the lane.  Kim watched the way Drakken's jeans accentuated his...figure, and cringed as she glanced over at Shego, who looked over at her with a smirk and a raised brow.

Drakken cheered for the strike he had scored, and the red-head's thoughts were interrupted by her boyfriend's sudden approach.

"You're up next, KP!"

Shego's brow rose higher as Kim's gaze rested upon her.

"Ah...you can take my turn this time, Ron," Kim said, turning to face him finally.

"You sure?" Ron said worriedly.  "That's the third time."

"Yeah, go ahead.  The uh...fries gave me the belly-flips."

"Shego!"  Drakken interrupted.  "Did you see my strike?  Our team is going to smoke yours, buffoon!" he finished, turning suddenly to poke a finger in Ron's chest.

"Oh, I saw.  Wouldn't miss it.  You can have my next turn after Kimmie's."

Ron was already approaching the ball return to select one for Kim's turn, a small scowl on his face as Rufus stuck his tongue out at Drakken.

Kim took a deep breath and hurried up next to her boyfriend, lowering her voice.  "Oh, and Ron?"

He whirled around and offered her the ball.  "You change your mind?"

"Tuck in your shirt.  We are on a date and I, uh...don't want Drakken outshining you."

"Good point," he said as he complied, and Kim hurried back to her seat, heart pounding.

"I'm enjoying watching you," Shego was saying to a pouting Drakken.  "You're gonna win for us."

"Oh, all right," he said glumly.  "But what's the fun in group bowling when only two of us bowl..."

Ron stepped up to the lane, shirt freshly tucked in, and bent over to bowl.  Kim's heart fluttered as she stared at her boyfriend, and she sucked the last of her drink up noisily through her straw.  She glanced at Shego, who was giving her a knowing smirk as Drakken turned away to watch Ron bowl.  Shego's gaze lowered notably to Drakken's backside.

"Don't worry, Dr. D.," Shego said as Kim blushed.  "We're having a great time."

[thedigs]

Another Ride at Sanibel Island

Kim and I were on our E-Bikes and Don and Barb were on their E-Scooters. I was surprised that they ride them every bit as fast as we ride our bikes.

But it wasn't all fun and games. Don went off the pavement and his Scooter stoped instantly. You can see the track where his front wheel stopped in the sand.

Don However, Did not stop as fast as the scooter. He kept going a ways. Several cars stop and one person in a White Truck, was very concerned that Don was hurt really bad. Don kept telling him he was ok, but he hung around for quite a while.

He bent his fingers way back.

(The way they are not suppose to bend.)

I don't think he really started hurting for several hours.

After the accident we still went to this restaurant in Sanibel Island.

Remember the old skit on Saturday Night Live...

Nice building but none of us would probably go back.

Its took over 45 Minutes to get food and it wasn't that busy. And they pride themselves on their Milk Shakes. It was not that good. You know the kind of Milk Shake, when its not really cold? It makes you think it will never melt. Like it was made with Miracle Whip instead of Ice Cream.

But it got worse.

On the way home we had a car come up beside us and honked at us. It turns out that my bike had fallen off the Bike Rack !!!!!

It was an absolute miracle that the wheel were still attached to the bike-rack, but it had fallen backward, and "only" was being drug on the pavement behind the car by the handle bar.

I hope you can see that it filed down the handlebar, but it could have done so, so, so, much more. The handle bar was Red Hot, (Which I didn't know until I grabbed it,) It has melted the grip. It started smoking a lot.

No other scratches.

I ended up sawing the melted part off.

I ordered some new parts on Amazon.

I got it all back together in a couple days when the parts came in, and its actually better than new, because I got slightly Higher Rise on the new handlebars, which means they are about an inch higher on the ends.

I am thinking about getting both Kim and Me, new handlebars with a 90 mm or 100 mm rise. (She has 40, and I have 60.) Its much more comfortable not have to bend over to hold the handlebars.

[halfawitch-willow]

Someone Tell Lady Luck I'm Stuck Here ❁ WSoH 2

Willow is training at the Court of Miracles and her exhaustion is catching up to her. Again. Lucky for her, Tony and Jessica notice. Takes place on Oct 12th 1 // What Do You Want From Me, Blood? @foreverydinger & @notbad-justsungthatway tw: none

WILLOW

Willow was slowly getting the hang of this serving thing. Jess was starting her out slowly, mercifully, and mostly paired her with another server to help deliver food or drinks. This worked for two reasons: one, Willow got to observe the other servers and how they interacted with the patrons, and two, Willow got to stick to her comfort zone and come out at her own pace.

It didn’t hurt that Willow’s sense of balance was second to none, and she had already mastered carrying multiple trays without spilling a single drink. Sometimes, having a tail was really convenient.

She was paired with Tony tonight, which suited Willow just fine. She arguably knew him the best out of all of the servers. She stood in the drinkwell, waiting for the next table to come in, and leaned her head back against the wall. Willow hadn’t been able to slip back to her dorm that day to catch a nap while Kim was in class, and she was feeling it. She was about to attempt sleeping with her eyes open when Tony walked over and she shook herself back to attention.

TONY

Tony knew the Court’s layout like the back of his hand, as he did most spaces in Swynlake these days. Sure Enchantra and Pride University were still a mystery to him but the former he didn’t tend to seek out and the latter? Well, he was going to get there. So he dodged and weaved his way through the Court of Miracles crowd with ease, telling Willow he’d be right back as he went to bring a few drinks to the performers.

Mostly he was checking on Jess but that was neither here nor there.

He felt his social battery charging as he said hello to familiar faces and greeted new ones entering the Court for the first time (mostly tourists of course). Tony was energized and invigorated by the work. It was hardly even work anyway when he had so much fun. That’s how the saying went, right? Well either way he scanned the area for any issues that needed assisting before ducking back to the drinkwell to meet back up with Willow.

“Hey! You doing okay?” Tony saw a sort of blank look on Willow’s face, though he knew the stress of learning a new job could do that to people so he wasn’t too concerned. It was still important that she feel comfortable in this environment, though. He knew it could get overwhelming. “Have you had water yet?”

WILLOW

Willow blinked at Tony owlishly before giving him a small, wry smile. “Yeah, I’m okay,” she reassured. “I, uh, may have forgotten my water bottle at home.” She was doing that more often; forgetting things. She would usually remember before it was too late, especially with her school work, but she’d left for shifts at the Garden Grove without her gloves more than a few times recently. She really needed to just buy a second pair for work.

“Do you think anyone will mind if I just,” Willow gestured at one of the glasses. It was probably a silly question, but she’d rather be silly than misstep. She’d been very lucky to be hired on by Jessica, and she didn’t want to repay that kindness by screwing up.

TONY

Now there were technically rules about cups and where they could be for employees and what have you but Tony knew that Willow wasn’t about to litter the whole establishment with glassware so he shrugged nonchalantly. “Nah, you should be fine to take a cup. Just don’t leave it where patrons can see and don’t forget where you hide it. Also it’s good to have a cup dedicated just for work. Helps a ton!”

The rules were simple, at least to Tony who had done this for so long, so bending them just enough not to snap them wouldn’t be difficult. She seemed smart.

“Though you may want a soda or something at some point. Get that blood pumping!”

WILLOW

Willow nodded, filling the glass with ice and water quickly and taking a sip. The cold water shocked her brain, and she felt a hit of relief. She gave him a small smile at his recommendation. “I should be fine,” she promised.

They were quickly called back onto the floor and Willow made sure to hide her glass of water. She trailed after Tony, making sure not to get underfoot, and helped carry trays of drinks around through the club.

Thirty minutes later, Willow was feeling light-headed. Her exhaustion was dragging her down, like two iron weights strapped to her ankles, and she stumbled into the wall the next time they went back to the drink well. She tried to pop back up quickly to hide how she was feeling and instead fumbled the empty tray she was carrying right out of her hands. Willow cursed under her breath, clutching her shaking hands close to her chest.

“Ha, clumsy,” she said weakly, clinging to the wall as she bent down to get the tray.

TONY

Now there really was no good way to learn how to balance than simply doing it but Tony was grateful when Willow only fumbled the empty tray. It was normal to break one or two (or seven if you were some of the unfortunate servers who had worked at the Court in the past as uni students) but he had a feeling it would be a real confidence destroyer for Willow.

Also, uhhh, most people didn’t cling to the wall like that when it happened.

“You good? Need to take a break?” He glanced from her to the tray and back toward the direction of their section. Shit. Tony couldn’t really take a second. But he supposed Willow could.

WILLOW

“Yeah, I’m okay!” Willow said with a nervous laugh. She clutched the tray to her chest like a shield, hoping it hid how she was shaking. It wasn’t her first shift, but she still didn’t want to appear like she couldn’t keep up after Jessica took such a risk on her!

But honestly, the longer she went, the more she could feel all the sleep she hadn’t been getting. It was heavy on her limbs and her spine, pressing down until her head felt twenty times heavier than it should.

“Probably just need some more water, or some soda like you said-” Willow cut off her rambling when she saw Jessica approaching.

JESSICA

It wasn’t accurate to say that Jessica knew everything that went on in the Court of Miracles these days, but she knew enough of it to give that impression. Especially when it came to her employees. She always kept a close eye on them to see if there were any issues to be aware of as it was too easy for them to accept problems as ‘just how things are’ sometimes. 

It was Willow who had her attention tonight. Partially because she was new, and Jessica wanted to make sure she was adjusting well. Partially because it was easy to see that there was something wrong. She made a note to talk to Willow at the end of the shift to see if there was something she could do, and then had intended not to bother her as she continued her own training. The dropped tray and the way she was leaning against the wall changed that. 

“Tony, could you get that water? Let’s go into the back for a moment Willow, it’s all right.” 

She gently shooed Willow back towards the employee only section, trusting Tony to follow as soon as he had a chance. She shot Jared a meaningful look and he gave her a small nod as they made their way into the back. 

“Why don’t you take a seat Willow, I know shifts like this can be a lot to adjust to especially on top of school. Can you tell me when is the last time you’ve eaten?”

TONY

There were plenty of times that Tony had forced a coworker or friend to make sure they’d had some water or eaten something or sit the fuck down but at work was typically not one of those times. And, well, Tony didn’t really know Willow like that. Maybe she was just clumsy and starting a new job was always awkward and—

Oh thank God! Jess was here! Mother Hen of the Court of Miracles swooping in to handle it.

“You got it, Boss!” Tony chirped, winking at them both as he finished filling the glass and disappearing back out onto the floor. “Have fun you two!”

WILLOW

Willow followed Jessica meekly, still clinging to the tray. She was mortified, and wished more than anything that a Vein Worm would burst out of the floor and swallow her whole. But Swynlake didn’t have veins, or gigantic, toothy worms in them, so she shuffled after Jessica and tried not to look like she was about to cry.

She sat down at Jessica’s urging and gave Tony a weak, shivery smile. “I-I’m sorry, Jessica,” Willow started before she could even process the question her boss had asked. “I can keep up, I promise! I ate earlier this afternoon, it’s probably just a little dizzy fit. I can finish the shift!”

JESSICA

Well, that was something. Although Jessica still might start sending Willow home with some food. Even with Elliot in the house, she still ended up with plenty of leftovers she could share around, and it was getting into the time of year when she tended to make a lot of soups and stews that could stretch pretty far. But that would have to be for another night. 

If food wasn’t the problem the concern was illness or exhaustion, but at this stage it could be difficult to tell those two apart. She ignored Willow’s protestations for the moment, focusing on the issue at hand. “And how much have you been sleeping?”

WILLOW

Willow didn’t have a good answer for that and she knew it. What could she say? ‘I have sleepover trauma that I thought I could deal with right up until I had a roommate every single night, and now I haven’t slept more than an hour at a time in weeks? I was so zoned out at the Garden Grove this week that I sliced my hand open and my have accidentally created a new hybrid death flower?’

“I get enough,” Willow said softly to her knees. “I’m… I’m adjusting to the new dorm assignments, I guess. I’ll be better soon, I promise.”

Maybe she should bring some of her energy drinks with her to work? They’d been helping her stay awake in class, even if they gave her terrible jitters.

JESSICA

Ah. That was the lie. Of course, if she was sleeping that badly, it meant she likely would get sick before long as the body had ways of forcing a situation when it got bad enough, and Jessica had a feeling Willow was close to that point. 

Softly, she said, “Willow, if you’re having issues with your roommate that mean you’re not sleeping, you need to tell someone. Or find some other places that you can sleep until you can find a better solution. I know it can be hard to have these conversations, but your body needs sleep. And caffeine can only do so much before it starts adding strain to your body as well.”

She let out a small sigh. “It would be irresponsible of me to allow you to continue your shift tonight. Both as a person worried about you and as a manager. Instead, why don’t you sleep in my office? The door locks and no one will bother you there. I can wake you up when we’re closing.” 

WILLOW

“Oh, no! Kim is great!” Willow said quickly, not wanting Jessica to think otherwise. The fear that it would get back to Kim and they would have a problem was an irrational one, but very real nonetheless. “Just never shared a room before,” Willow said with a nervous laugh.

It wasn’t a good lie, but Willow would choke on her own tongue before she admitted to anyone how badly she’d been treated by her peers. Then she really would have to find a Vein Worm to swallow her whole.

Willow deflated at Jessica’s sigh, shame welling up her throat. She wasn’t being fired yet, at least. And the idea of a nap in a room with a lock appealed to her greatly. It would just be for a few hours…

“... Does it lock from the inside or outside?” Willow asked quietly, not able to make eye contact as she asked.

JESSICA

Jessica filed the name away. It wasn’t one she recognized, but she had a feeling Eilonwy would be able to tell her a little bit more about the girl and if there was something to worry about. For now, she let that go. It was Willow’s story and Willow’s secret to keep. As long as she took care of herself. 

Because Jessica didn’t want to let her go. The girl worked hard, and it was obvious she needed to build up some of her confidence and have places that felt safe. The Court could be good for that, and she trusted every person in this building. But protecting that feeling and that environment would always come first for Jess. It was a good place but you still needed to be careful. After all, broken glassware could result in injuries, and the late night crowd could get rowdy even with security keeping an eye on things. An employee this dizzy with stress was in danger here, let alone the danger they could cause to the business. 

“There’s a key to lock it from the outside, and the lock flips on the inside. I can give you the key and then you can lock yourself in so you’ll be the only one who can get in there.” Without waiting for Willow to respond, Jess reached into her pocket and pulled the key off the ring to hand over to Willow. 

Of course, she could pick the lock to get into the room if she really needed to. But Willow didn’t need to know that. It was enough for her to feel safe enough to rest for a solid few hours. 

WILLOW

Willow held the key in her palms like it was made of solid platinum. She hadn’t been able to lock the world away in… a while. Kim had a key to their room too and kept kind of odd hours, so Willow never knew how much time she’d have to herself. And locking herself in the bathroom for too long meant that someone would inevitably knock roughly on the door and scare the bile out of her.

She hadn’t had a place to just relax in ages.

Willow felt herself tearing up and quickly ducked behind her hair to hide her wet eyes. “Thank you,” she murmured, clutching the key tight in her trembling hands.

JESSICA

Jessica smiled down at the girl, catching the glimmer across her eyes before she looked away. Jess only had her instincts to work on, but that had clearly been the right move. Whatever was going on, the first step was to give her a chance to rest and recover a little bit. They’d see what came after that. 

“Of course. Come on, let me show you.” 

She waited to make sure Willow was following before picking up the glass of water Tony had brought earlier and leading Willow up the stairs. The VIP section was always quieter than the main floor anyway, and with the door closed all sound was pleasantly muffled. 

She hadn’t spent much time in her office since the night of the demon attack, but that was something else Willow didn’t need to think about. The room was fine. It would be clear of memories and would let her sleep - and maybe this kind of thing would help Jess clear out a few memories of her own. 

“Here you go. I’ll make sure to get you before I leave for the night so you can head home. But for now, go ahead and get some sleep.” 

WILLOW

Willow followed Jessica quietly, giving Tony a small, embarrassed wave and mouthing “Sorry” as they passed him. She managed to stay upright as they went up the stairs, but now that she knew she would be able to sleep soon, she found it nearly impossible to keep her eyes open. Part of her worried that when Jessica came to get her after closing, Willow might be too gone to hear her. 

She clutched the key tighter in her hands.

Jessica’s office was small but tidy, and there was a very comfortable looking couch against the wall that was practically calling Willow’s name. She took a deep breath, looking at Jessica as she spoke. Willow nodded. 

“I will, thank you,” Willow said softly, too tired to properly apologize for only making it halfway through her shift. 

Jessica closed the door behind her as she went and Willow hesitated for a moment before flipping the lock. When she tried the knob, it didn’t budge. Trembling, Willow went to one of the chairs in front of Jessica’s desk and pulled it over and put it under the knob as well, just in case. Paranoid? Maybe. But Willow could already feel the tension draining out of her shoulders and back.

The tears were rapidly flowing down her cheeks now as she walked to the couch, sitting in the corner facing the door and curling her knees up to her chin. Her tail curled invisibly around her ankles, and only the fear of cameras kept Willow from taking off her concealment stone. 

Slowly, as the minutes passed and there was no attempt to breach the door, Willow started to relax. She wiggled into a more comfortable position, wiping her cheeks before curling tightly around the key still held in her hand.

And when she fell asleep, Willow sunk so deep that she didn’t dream at all.

[bts-apocalypse-au]

Jin's P.O.V 🐻 10th April

It's 9:00. My students file in one by one, each greeting me with big smiles and a "Good morning Mr. Kim!"

I smile at each of them, they really are my family. It's my mission as a teacher to prepare them to succeed in life and I take my mission to my very heart.

Our day goes like this:

Students arrive and put belongings away 10 minutes

Morning meeting where we talk about pretty much anything the children want to and sing educational songs. 15 minutes

Mathematics (addition, subtraction) 20 minutes

Writing where students learn grammar, write, and share stories. 20 minutes

We go on a very short nature walk to the park across the street where we eat lunch and I let the children run around, if it's raining we stay inside and play board, card or clapping games. 45 minutes

Arts and Crafts 30 minutes

Story and Snack time, I read to the children while they eat snack 15 minutes

Transition, if it's nice we can go to the school's play-yard and play, if not, I let the children play inside. When everybody that comes from other places for my after school class arrives we go back inside and begin English and maths lessons.

*** time skip ***

"Alright everyone, thank you for sharing your stories. They were all very good. Now you all know what time it is."

"Time to eat lunch!" My students answer, running to their cubbies.

As I wait for them to return with their lunches my phone buzzes in my pocket, I wouldn't normally check it but it's a breaking news notification.

"Outbreak of a strange disease at the City Zoo, animals gone rabid, vets and scientists stumped!"

I put my phone away sighing, the news is always exaggerating things besides I don't have any zoo trips planned so we'll be fine. The students have all gathered their lunches and we head outside as usual. The sun is bright and the sky is clear, a perfect day.

"What's that tree called?" Soobin asks me, he's tall for his age and barely reaches up to touch a low hanging branch on the tree beside us.

"It's a pine." I tell him, he nods, picking a fallen pine needle off the ground.

"Can I have one too?" Huening Kai asks, he's the youngest in the class but he's still almost as tall as Soobin.

"Sure Ning Ning, just take one off the ground so you don't hurt the tree."

"Okay" he says and bends down to look around for a good pine needle. Dissatisfied, he stands up again.

"Here," Soobin says, "You can have mine, I'll find another one."

"Thank you Binnie hyung!" He says taking the pine needle and carefully tucking it into the pocket of his overalls.

When we get to the park everyone helps spread out the blanket and we sit down under a big shady tree. After they eat their lunch the children go to play. I sigh to myself, I love teaching but I wish I had my own children too. The loud siren of an ambulance jars me from my daydreams. The children are still playing happily. Some game that involves rolling in the grass.

"Careful Beomgyu!" I shout to the boy who's about to be knocked off his feet by a rolling Yeonjun. He turns just in time to jump over the other boy.

Taehyun laughs. "That looks fun!" He waits at the bottom of the hill and just as Yeonjun gets too close, he jumps. Thankfully he makes it, feet landing firmly on the grass behind Yeonjun . . . this time. I picture the numerous ways that could go wrong. Falling, falling on eachother, that was still too close for my liking.

"Boys! Find another game!" I shout so they can hear me.

"Aww, but we won't get hurt." Taehyun says, helping up a dizzy Yeonjun

"No, you can keep rolling down the hill but if I see any of you doing it again you'll be sitting on the blanket with me."

"But-"

"Kang Taehyun."

He recognizes the threat in my voice and stops rolling down the hill. "Okay."

I hear a rustling above me, I look up to see two squirrels. They're wrestling. I've seen squirrels chase each other, but never this. They bite and claw, making horrible noises I didn't think squirrels could make. I watch until one of the squirrels falls dead at my feet, a bloody gash marking its torso. A shiver runs through me. I turn, terrified for some reason that there will be more dead squirrels in place of my class. Instead the boys and girls from my class laugh with each other, picking some weeds that they found. For some reason I have a feeling that something terrible is going to happen and I want them to be as far from it as possible. It's almost time to go back anyway, the children won't notice a difference of a few minutes.

"Children! Come on, it's time to go, get your lunches." I call. They obey, but I spot Lisa trying to shove the weeds she collected into her lunch box, her mother won't be happy about that.

"Remember everyone! Nature stays in nature."

I see out of the corner of my eye Lisa putting down the weeds in defeat.

When we get back inside everything begins again as normal. I don't know why I was so worried before. Before I know it it's time for the after school, and for students who aren't already here to start arriving.

I send the children out to the fenced in play-yard while I clean up the classroom.

*** Time skip ***

Again everything goes as normal. My after school class was a huge success. We made great progress on maths and read a few books like Green Eggs and Ham by: Dr. Seuss in English together. Now it's time for the parents to start arriving, good thing too, because as much as I love my job I'm tired, and that worrying feeling is starting to come back again. Here at school I've been cut off from the news by my no phone rule. Maybe the parents will know something. No, if something big was happening they would've come and gotten their children already. I shouldn't, and won't bother them with this.

"Children, get you school bags . It's time to go home." I say in English, they stay in their seats a few seconds processing but then spring up and run to their cubbies. They still appear at full energy, but it's just the prospect of a warm bed after a long day that excites them. I can tell they're worn. After school is a good way to prepare them for a rigorous academic system but it's still a lot and they're still 7.

When they've got their school bags they come back to the rug, I'm in teacher Jin mode again.

"Alright, you can read, draw or play games until your parents get you."

"Yay! So excited to see appa and eomma!" Huening Kai cheers tiredly

"Yes, you'll see them very soon."

***

15 minutes into dismissal time no parents have arrived. Maybe they're just late, but how could all of the parents be late? Is something blocking the pickup lane? I look out the window, it's empty. The entire street is empty, there are parked cars, yes, but not a single person.

Ah, there must be a huge traffic jam, that must be it. I pull up the news app on my phone. The traffic update is live.

"Breaking news! Due to a rampage of rabid animals escaping the City Zoo all streets south of The Zoo have been closed. We recommend that you stay inside to avoid an encounter with these vicious beasts. They are believed to have a new strain of rabies and a bite would be deadly. They aren't responding to the Zoo keepers at all. Please for your safety stay inside until the matter is resolved. Well let you all know when it is safe again."

I can only stare out the window for a moment. I turn back to my children, their parents will come for them when it is safe but for now, I must keep them safe. I check the time: 7:00 they need dinner.

"Okay everyone, your parents are going to be a bit late today. They said that I can make you dinner."

"Ooh dinner. I'm sooo hungry!" Jisoo cheers

"But when is eomma coming?" Yeonjun asks

"Soon," I say looking into his sad little face, "soon I promise."

"Look, Mr. Kim, I drew a picture of you!" Huening Kai says waving a sheet of copy paper over his head. He holds it more steady and I can see that it's a bear with a pointer that looks like the one on my desk pointing to a chalkboard. It's labelled "The best teacher Mr. Kim" in sloppy crayon. I feel a tear forming in my eye and turn toward the cupboard so he can't see the tears.

"Do you like it." He asks hopefully

"I love it." I say sincerely.

"Now push your desks together, it's time for dinner! Yeonjun get the art mat and put it over the tables when they're together

The children get to work and so do I.

Our dinner is far from gourmet but it's something. Instant ramyeon, with juice boxes and fruit.

As I'm about to click on a traffic update another breaking news announcement takes over my screen.

Aish, I try to find the "x" button to exit but there isn't one.

The newscaster begins talking, it's strange. He looks dishevelled unlike the usual neat appearance of news broadcasters. "This is an emergency news broadcast, please stop what you're doing and pay attention."

I turn back to my children, they aren't paying attention. I fish my ear buds out of my pocket and turn them on.

The newscaster continues. "There has been a sudden surge of animal attacks and it appears that all the city's wild animals have suddenly gone rabid. We suspect that more than 100 casualties have already been sustained. Several power grids and other things like gas and water lines and water filtration systems have gone down as well. Oh and . . ." He turns as a crew member whispers something to him, implying he doesn't have a script. "This is just in, officials are recommending you either get ready to stay put in your homes and or offices for a while or you leave Seoul immediately!"

Suddenly the newscast ends, 3 seconds later the lights cut off plunging us into darkness.

The children start to scream.

"It's alright, we're alright." I try to think of a reason to tell them why the lights are out. "It's because . . . we're going to eat under the stars tonight."

"Ooh."

"Yay"

The news said it isn't safe to go outside so I pull out the bg battery powered constellation projector and turn it on, fishing out the glow-sticks I'd been saving in the closet.

I crack the glow sticks and hand them to the children while I set up the projector. We eat our under the stars as I tell them about the constellations.

"Mr. Kim, where's Eomma? I want Eomma!" Taehyun sobs, soon others join him. The room is filled with cries for parents and grandparents and brothers and sisters.

I can't bear to lie to them when they're looking at me like this. "I don't know . . ."

"But" Soobin says, I can tell he's trying to stay calm for his younger classmates, "Mr. Kim, you're our teacher. How can you not now?"

My heart breaks, I'm the adult here, they look up to me. I have failed them by not knowing anything or being able to tell them anything useful. I must not fail them anymore.

"Something . . . big is happening outside right now, I think." I speak slowly, choosing my words very carefully so as not to frighten the young children. Several of them run to the windows, "Your parents are just as confused as I am. But yes Soobin, I am your teacher and it is my job to keep you safe. For now this classroom is safe so we'll stay here until we know more and your parents come for you."

After that there isn't much left to do so I push the two small reading couches together and gather as many futons as I can, some of them will have to share but they're small so it's alright.

I manage to find some tooth brushes in an emergency kit and I pass them around. Once everyone is done we settle down. Even after 10 minutes I don't hear anybody settling into sleep.

"Mr. Kim" says a quiet voice. Huening Kai.

"Yes, Ning Ning?"

"Mr. Kim, I'm scared, I always have a light at home."

"Oh hmm well that might disturb the other children . . "

"It's okay, I can't sleep either." says Beomgyu

"Well in that case. We can all sleep under the stars." I say turning on the projector again.

"Can you read to us, Mr. Kim?" asks Lisa

"Of course." I open the first book I can find and begin to read, "You have brains in your head, you have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose. You're on your own and you know what you know. You are the person who'll decide where to go . . ."

One by one breaths settle out into the evenness of sleep and soon I'm the only one awake. Then I'm asleep too.

[atrirose]

♡. THINGS THEY DO MAKE YOU FLUSTER

𝐅𝐓. OT7 . . . 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 : none , not proof read , rest undercut

𝐖𝐂. 0.6k . . . 𝐆. FLUFF

𝐀𝐍. school has rlly taken me for granted, also to ppl who understand arabic I hope you see the lil arabic i used 😔( not me being excited over my broken arabic🧍🏻‍♂️), anyways enjoy. would be rlly appreciated if you can reblog with some feedback and like

i. . .𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 : brushes your stray hair behind your ears while you talk to him, hee is a gentleman but don’t let that confuse you, he would do anything to see you all red, a sense of pride? yes most certainly. he noticed that doing so just leaves starstruck and in awe so he does that, honestly to you he seems like a prince doing that even though his motives are not necessarily princely “you look beautiful” also throws his signature smile for extra effect. 

ii. . .𝐉𝐀𝐘 : wears your initial around his neck so whenever it flashes it leaves you giddy, I mean who wouldn’t be giddy when you have THE jay park wearing your initial and calling himself as your property, he knows what effect it has on you he purposely plays with it when he is around you “how is it?” “it's pretty jay” makes you compliment the necklace at least 100 times a day.

iii. . .𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 : cooks. that's it, a man who can cook for you is the biggest green flag, husband him up in a heartbeat, his main agenda is cooking for you but also learns cooking so he can impress your family aka getting easy access as son in law “you know you should hurry up and propose to me” he said while serving you his ‘special meal’ he cooked for you “I plan on wifing you up real soon don’t worry” he is shocked but you don’t if its from proposing him real soon or calling him your wife lol.

iv. . .𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 : stretches in front of you, makes sure he flexes his biceps, his abs, and then winks at you thinking himself as irresistible, he is but you mostly give him a deadpan look even though you feel you heart beating 120km/h but you try not to inflate his already inflated ego “like what you see” “not really” looks at you in disbelief “yeah keep lying but you can’t deny my handsomeness” “yeah that I can’t” you said because it looked like he would cry any moment 

v. . .𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 : calls you randomly to say ‘i love you’, kim sunoo doesn’t care about the time to call you and say that he loves you, whether it be 3 am he would call you, in school passes you random sticky notes and treats, sits and learns I love you in different languages and makes you guess it “ana ahibuk” looks at you to answer “did you use google translator again” — “guess the language yn” pouts and urges you to answer “arabic” stares at you blankly because he thought you wouldn’t know “how DO YOU KNOW THAT?” acts shocked for no reason “this is the third time this week so I memorized it”

vi. . .𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 : becomes strict, leader yang all the way through unlike others he doesn’t do this on purpose but it's just something about him being pissed passive-aggressive is so attractive so you do stuff to make him pissed, I don’t blame anyone who makes won mad at purpose I mean have you seen him??!!! maybe a lil scary but it's still hot “correct your collar yn” you chose to ignore him “no” walks over to where you were sitting “correct it and if you can’t do it yourself then I would do it for you” at last he did correct the collar for you 

vii. . .𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐈 : bends down to talk to you, it started as a way to make fun of your short height but now he does that to intimate you/ make you blush “it's not funny niki stop” he bends down “oh I thought it was though” smirks on purpose, his main excuse is that he can’t hear from ‘his height’ so bend down to listen to you. smh I would kick him

[thebangtancloud]

He hurts your feelings without knowing you understand/speak Korean too ~ BTS Maknae Line Reaction

Disclaimer: I really don't think the members would ever be so careless with their words, but this is just for entertainment purposes, please don't take this too seriously.

Park Jimin:

You sat next to Jimin in the back seat of the car, completely oblivious to the growing irritation on his face as you spoke animatedly to Namjoon who sat in the passenger seat ahead of you. The two of you had crossed paths randomly on a location site this morning where BTS were filing their music video, Namjoon immediately embracing you and deciding to catch up on the years you had not seen each other. You soon got along well with Jin too, who invited you over to a short dinner before the group departed for the day.

As you were explaining how you found yourself back in Korea, you were surprised when Jimin snapped in a low tone, "Hyung can you ask her to shut up for a bit? My ears hurt."

Both Namjoon and Jin fell silent, collectively turning around to face Jimin who had his head in his hands, tenderly massaging his temples that were throbbing. "Don't you think you're being a bit too rude?" Jin replied back in Korean, causing Jimin to sigh as he leaned back against the seat to look out the window.

"Her voice is really irritating," he murmured, his eyes falling shut. You bit your lip, subconsciously shifting away from him in your seat. Namjoon turned to look at you as your gaze fell to your hands in your lap. With a roll of his eyes, Namjoon shook his head.

"(Y/n), don't mind him," He spoke to you in Korean, and you simply smiled. "It's fine, Namjoon."

Jimin looked to you with wide eyes, shaking his head in frustration as he wondered if his day could get even worse than it was. "You speak Korean?"

Namjoon laughed incredulously, "You would've known if you were paying attention to us, she's been speaking to Jin hyung in Korean for the whole drive."

Jimin ran his hands over his face, letting out a shaky breath when he noticed you sulking in your seat. "I'm sorry, that was very rude of me."

You shot him a tight smile, "It's okay."

And even as Jimin accepted your answer, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt pull at his insides when he noticed your silence throughout the conversations all the way to the restaurant. Maybe it would've been better if he was the one who kept his mouth shut.

Kim Taehyung:

You blew out a nervous breath that you didn't realize you were holding, placing your hands flat against the sparkly blue dress that reached your knees. It was not every day when The Kim Taehyung is seated right next to you. With a gentle smile, he shook your hand with a slight bow, greeting you with a "Hello," before he took a seat beside you.

He tried his best to appear cool, looking around and his leg shook impatiently, waiting for the rest of his members to arrive. He wasn't one to engage in a conversation as he noticed that you weren't Korean, and he didn't know what to talk about, so he sat silently, occasionally smiling at you whenever your eyes met.

Soon, J-hope and Suga made their way over to your row, their eyes landing on you and greeting you with a respectful bow. Hoseok sat beside Taehyung, nudging his shoulder playfully, "Oi, having fun before we came?"

Everyone knew who you were, so judging by the wide smile on Taehyung's face, Hoseok assumed Taehyung felt shy around you. "Ayee no hyung, she's not my type."

"But she's pretty," Hoseok giggled, bending forward and smiling at you again. "I heard she's working with the babies on their new song."

Taehyung nodded, "Yeah, let's see how it turns out."

Yoongi frowned, confused by his response, "Why do you sound like it's a bad idea?" Taehyung shrugged slightly, shifting forward in his seat, "I don't really understand the hype about her, I mean, her music is...alright, I guess."

You stiffened in your seat, immediately looking to the side as you lost your breath. That was a horrible thing to hear, especially after you put in so much of your soul in the music you make.

"I love her music," Yoongi defended you, and Hoseok found himself nodding in agreement, "Her lyrics are mindblowing, have you ever looked up the translations?"

Taehyung sniffed, readjusting his pants, "Well, not really... oh!" A large smile grew on his face as the members of TXT walked into the same row, standing up to greet them lovingly. "The babies are here!"

After a series of hugs and exchanged words, the members finally crossed their way over to you, smiling widely as you stood up to greet them.

"(Y/n)!" Yeonjun smiled, shaking your hand as he stood in front of you. "We are so excited to work with you!" He spoke to you in Korean, while Soobin nodded with an enthusiastic giggle. From the corner of your eye, you noticed three heads snap up to you in shock. "I'm really excited too!" you responded, patting Beomgyu's arm. The boys all smiled warmly at you, quickly making their way to their seats with promises to properly catch up with you after their performance.

You sat back down and Yoongi leaned forward to speak to you, "(Y/n), I didn't know you speak Korean."

You chuckled lightly, avoiding Taehyung's gaze who was now squirming uncomfortably in his chair. "I picked Korean as my second language during my graduate studies," you explained, Hoseok's eyes widening as a loud laugh left him, "She's fluent!"

His laugh gradually trailed off though, looking to Taehyung in disappointment. "I think she deserves an apology."

"No, it's fine, really," you smiled, shaking your hands in denial, yet Taehyung's face fell even more as noticed the tears shining in your eyes.

"I am really sorry," Taehyung whispered guiltily, bowing in apology. "I should know better before I speak, please forgive me."

"It's okay," you nodded with a wide smile, yet your voice cracked towards the end, causing Taehyung to frown in worry. Had he really begun to think of himself so highly that he thought it would be alright to degrade someone's music the way he did? Either way, he knew he had to do much more than offer you a simple apology because he swear he could hear his heart clenching when you turned away to wipe a tear that slipped out of your eye.

Jeon Jungkook:

"Oh shit," your hand reached up to pat down your hair, cursing your luck as you watched a very familiar, very handsome man walk towards the counter. Had it really been the worst timing of your life? You wondered why it had to be today that you decided to not wear make-up, your skin uneven and blotchy as your hair looked like you just walked through a storm.

"Hi," Jungkook greeted you, pointing to the menu as he raised two fingers up, "Can I take... two chocolate ice-creams, please? Package," he made a sign with his hand as if to signal him carrying a bag, and you nodded, your heart racing wildly. Would it be too much to ask for a picture? Maybe an autograph would suffice.

Your eyes nearly bulged out when Jimin walked into the café as well, making his way to Jungkook and peeking over his shoulder, asking him what he ordered.

"I thought this place had really pretty girls," Jungkook mumbled as you punched in his order on the screen, your fingers trembling. "Why haven't I seen one yet?"

Your movements stopped for just a second, your heart dropping at what you heard. Wow, now you knew what it felt like to be invisible, especially in front of the one man you had always been dying to meet.

Jimin ignored his statement, reaching into Jungkook's pocket to take his wallet out and pull out a few bills to give to you. You accepted the money with both of your hands, lowering your head as you continued about your work.

"Uh, excuse me... when will, ice-cream... how fast?" Jimin tried to ask you how much longer it would take, and you smiled when he scratched at his head in frustration, turning to ask Jungkook how to word it out in English.

"Just a few minutes," you replied in Korean, understanding his struggle. His eyes widened, and so did Jungkook's, the two of them instantly leaning closer. "You speak Korean?"

You nodded shyly, and even though you were about to pass out, you raised a hand to shoot a finger heart at them. They both laughed, but Jungkook slowly covered his mouth with his fist when he thought back to his words.

"Are you an ARMY?" Jimin asked you, and you nodded again. Jimin seemed to catch onto the distant look in Jungkook's eyes, biting his lip when he remembered Jungkook's words and how it would've made you feel. "Do you want to take a selfie with us?"

Your eyes widened, shaking your head in panic, "I'm not really that... I mean, I don't look that great right now. An autograph would be enough," you smiled tightly, Jungkook's eyes snapping to yours as his fears were confirmed, you did understand what he said before.

"It's okay," he tried to change your mind, but even though he felt horrible to hurt someone, especially an army, he couldn't find the right words to say.

"I think a selfie would be better, you never know if we ever get to meet again," Jimin gently offered, sad eyes following your movements as you pulled out a book. "It's fine, an autograph is more than enough for me," you whispered.

Jimin looked back to Jungkook, feeling utterly ashamed at the fact that one of their fans was hurt because of them. With a sigh, Jimin took the book and pen, proceeding to ask you for your name as he signed it for you. You avoided Jungkook's gaze, thanking your coworker who brought their order up to the counter. You placed the bag up so that Jimin could pick it up, while Jungkook took your book from Jimin's hands.

With slow motions, Jungkook signed across the page, taking his time to spell out your name and thinking to himself that you had a really lovely name, writing down a genuine apology with a few hearts next to it. As he gave you back your book, you thanked him and looked away immediately, feeling so horrible to have him look at you.

Jimin waved at you, pulling Jungkook by his sleeve as they made their way out of the cafe, Jungkook's gaze falling to his shoes in guilt. He couldn't help but think that his careless words made you feel bad about yourself, turning around one last time to catch a glimpse of you covering your face entirely with your hands. He really messed up, and he had no idea how to make it up to you.

Part 2

Hyung Line Version.

Masterlist.