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armpirate · 10 months

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The Only One || JJK || Ch. 37

Pairings: mafia!jk x fem!reader

Genre: smut, angst, mafia, contract relationship

Warnings: Prostitution, torture, blood, use of drugs and weapons

Summary: You've always wished for a better life. Every single day at work, you were hoping something would change. Although you didn't think that change would come in the form of one mysterious man and a contract.

His controlling and selfish behaviour only wanted to keep you away from any other man that wasn't him, and you only had to wait for him.

Too bad you really thought you'd be smarter than Jeon Jungkook.

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Aprox. time of reading: 10 minutes

Y/n woke up first, alert by the muted sound that came from somewhere outside the car. Looking behind, she saw nothing other than tree trunks and the muddy road completely dry when she looked through the rear window. She still moved slowly, reaching the gun Jungkook had sneakily hidden under the pilot's seat in case something happened.

She made sure to unlock the safety, holding the gun tight while she also looked at the front. There was nothing, yet she was convinced she had heard steps and a voice somewhere around the car.

Maybe her mind was tricking her after everything that had happened in the previous days.

She almost dropped the weapon, placing it back to where she found it, until the door on Jungkook's side clicked and opened. Her hands moved faster than her eyes, pointing straight at the man who broke into their small peace.

Assaulted by the loud gasp Jimin let out, and the sudden move from Y/n that made the whole car move, Jungkook woke up to the gun barrel centimeters from his nose and his friend raising his hands in the air, signaling her to stop whatever attack she was planning.

—I see your girl learns fast —Jimin teased, smiling at Y/n.

—And you should know better, considering the situation we all are in —Jungkook scolded him, taking the gun away from her.

—Says the person with no security, sleeping in the middle of the forest —the blond rolled his eyes—. Why are you two here?

—We got a flat tire, and it was raining too much to change it —she explained to him.

—And neither of you thought of calling me, or someone for help. It was better to stay here?

Jungkook and Y/n exchanged looks, completely omitting the fact that getting stuck there was just an excuse for them to get away from all the noise and stress they were in back in the real world.

—I don't even wanna know all the nasty shit you two have probably done here, but get out so we can change the tire.

Although Jimin was the one who came up with the idea, Jungkook took his spot and got in charge of getting the car ready to drive back to the city. Not because his friend was doing a poor job, or because he wasn't able to, but he wanted to show Y/n how he'd be able to take care of her even with the simplest things.

—We get it, your dick is bigger than mine —Jimin mentioned, crossing his arms over his chest—. No one is taking Y/n away from you.

—What do you mean? I was just doing something she didn't let me do last night.

—Yeah, whatever —his friend ignored what he had to say about it—. There's a small town near here, and probably a repair shop to handle the flatten tire —he said, aiming at Y/n—. Drive safely, big boy —Jimin patted Jungkook's head—. You don't have any more spare wheels.

—Jimin, don't cross any lines unless you want me to wreck your fingers one by one —Jungkook threatened in Korean, glaring deathly at him.

In a peaceful sign, the blond raised two of his hands in the air and stepped back, walking to his motorbike -parked at the left side of the car.

Y/n barely knew the area they were in once they went back to the highway. She was able to tell she had been there before by the surroundings, she could tell apart some places and names on the signs in her memory, but she was way too young back then to have a proper and clear image of where they were.

—Sineu... —she read out loud, warning him of the nearest place.

—Is it this exit?

—I guess —she shrugged.

After going through a secondary road, and entering the town but with no luck in finding the repair shop Jimin had sent them. Y/n made him stop when she saw one that was open, although it wasn't the same one they were looking for.

Jungkook made sure he hid the gun on the back of her pants, giving her a small pat before he handed the keys to the mechanic, while Y/n still communicated with the old man in Spanish, trying to know how long it'd take them to change the tire.

—It'll be quite fast, but I'm still with this car —he pointed to the lifted vehicle in the middle of the shop—. But once I get my hands on it, it shouldn't take longer than fifteen minutes. I'll send you a text when I'm done. Don't worry.

Jungkook and her exchanged glances, wondering what they were supposed to do there with no car and no way to get out of there.

—There's a market in the old part of the town. Just an idea if you want to kill some time while I'm done here —the man kindly mentioned, while smiling at Y/n.

—Thank you.

Even if Jungkook wasn't too keen on the idea of walking around unprotected, he still followed Y/n up close, walking next to her while they headed to the market the man told them about, surprised by the big amount of people -and tourists- that were there.

—Doubt they'll try to do anything with so many people —she whispered.

Jungkook smirked at her comment, pleased with her way of thinking, before he wrapped his arm around her shoulders.

—Also, second date —she reminded him.

—Date? —he raised his eyebrows— Do you really consider this and what happened yesterday a date?

—You haven't gone on many, right? —she squeezed his side, as they walked past the several stalls.

It wasn't like he was able to, nor like he wanted. His whole life had been focused on training for the position his father gave him. And it wasn't like his romantic relationships were romantic at all.

—It doesn't have to be something extravagant. Sometimes something simple works —she shrugged—. A person you like, a nice place and good talk can make it. Just get rid of the tension, relax and act like a normal person.

—Am I not normal? —he jokingly asked, raising his pierced eyebrow while twisting his lips.

—Your hand is ready to hold the gun at any moment —she pointed out—. If they didn't try anything last night, I doubt they will now. So —stepping back, she made sure his hand would be hanging on his side to be able to hold it, and intertwine their fingers—, let's look around and let's find something to eat.

—You really aren't aware how dangerous this is, right? —Jungkook didn't move when she tried to start walking.

—I do —she nodded—, I'm aware. But they will try something even if your guard is up. You have the chance to be calm for a few hours, walk around like there isn't a gun pointing at your head and enjoy the things you weren't able to have when you were younger.

He then understood what her insistence was on living a normal day and being calm. After what he told her last night, she was using the small things to her reach and control to give him a taste of the life he had never been allowed to have. She saw the way his face softened in a matter of seconds, poking his cheek with his tongue while he tried to fight his two interests at the moment.

He would never forgive himself if something happened to her.

—Do it for me —she asked him.

—I'd kill for you, Y/n —he assured her, looking deep into her eyes—. But don't ask me to put you in danger, never.

—Okay —she nodded—. Let's say you don't allow yourself to have fun, and disconnect. And someone shoots from there —she pointed at the top of the church—. How would you avoid it?

Jungkook knew she wouldn't let it go, and he also knew it probably would end up with both of them arguing. He knew that side of her way too well, to even think he'd get away with his plans if she got in that challenging act.

He started walking next to her, after letting out a loud sigh that he made sure Y/n would hear. He promised her he'd take it easy, but his eyes kept flying from one person to the other, constantly attentive to the slightest suspicious action that could force a reaction on him. Everyone was suspicious and able to do the most awful crime in his eyes.

—Oh my god.

His hand was pulled by her, attracted by some of the hand-made traditional toys she saw in the stall at their right.

—I had one of these when I was a kid —she picked the white clay figure, fingers touching every red and green dot—. Well, my grandpa gifted it to me, but it ended up as decoration in my house.

There was something in the joy in her voice while talking about it that made Jungkook endeared by her. Maybe it was the way she was looking at the ugly object as if it was the most impressive thing, or maybe the way she so carefully left it back to its place while greeting the owner of the stall before stepping away.

—Who in their sane mind gifts a kid something so fragile? —Jungkook teased her.

—I was careful with my things —she teased him.

Y/n saw him relaxing with every minute they spent there, his body finally reaching a full carefree pose that made him even more excited for the time they were having there.

They walked around over the whole thing, seeing every stall and every beautiful spot in the old part of the town before they reached a food stand. There was a huge variety of pastries, salty and sweet ones, and Y/n was having a hard time just picking one. Whenever her finger pointed somewhere, it quickly moved to a new thing. When the time to order came, she was even more indecisive than when they first got there, which led Jungkook to choose for her.

Without speaking, he pointed at two pies, that she called cocarroi and empanada; moving his finger over some type of cold pizza topped with vegetables -that he couldn't understand the name of because she covered her mouth with her hand out of excitement. When he thought they were done with the salty snacks, he motioned the man to pick the rolled up biscuit, the meringue cake -that looked more like an ice cream-, a sweet pie filled with chocolate and a small cake that resembled a muffin.

Even if Y/n had wanted to complain about the amount of food he bought for the two of them, she still happily took the plastic bag and walked with him over somewhere away to sit.

Before eating, Y/n pointed to the name of each of the things he had bought. It was like she was giving him a small lesson into her culture, and apparently her childhood, too. "My grandmother always prepared this for me" "My father bought this whenever we went back home from hiking". Despite what happened, she seemed to have lived a happy childhood with her family and she still remembered all those memories with love.

At some point, they started eating in silence, looking at all the people that kept walking around, coming and going from the market, before her eyes fell over a couple that was probably their age. She wasn't really thinking of anything, her mind was just enjoying their happiness and their compenetration. It made her think about the weight circumstances have on the way people react to some things, and how they act. Meanwhile, Jungkook's thoughts were guided more towards guilt, and how they'd never be able to have that type of stability, because they'd never be able to feel as carefree as them.

—I can't give you that —he muttered.

Y/n turned to him, looking into his big doe eyes confused. Her eyes went back to the young couple, pressing her lips together before she spoke.

—I moved from that phase years ago.

—What phase are you in, then?

—The phase where I carry a gun to stick it up in the ass of the person who tries to mess with our date —she joked.

—Y/n, I'm serious. I can't give you that normal and peaceful life.

—Bold of you to assume I want it —she scoffed—. I want a life that has you in it. Fuck what's normal or not. I just want to love you and grow older together among bundles of coke.

Jungkook wasn't able to hold the snort, followed by a cackle when she mentioned that.

—And we'll be leading Bangtan until then?

—Of course —she nodded fast—. A walking sting on the left hand, and a Magnum on the right.

Among jokes and laughs, Y/n made sure her hand would reach his cheek, tracing circles over his skin. He had nothing to feel bad for

—I'm with you until the end reaches us —she whispered.

Cupping her neck, he pulled her in for a kiss. Her lips molded onto his so perfectly and softly, that it made the hairs on his body raise. That passionate link suddenly turned into a playful one, when she moved back and started pecking his lips, chin and cheeks.

—Let's take one last look around before the car is ready.

Whatever she wanted, he was ready to give it to her.

It seemed like her words only worked as a reassurance that everything would be fine, it didn't matter what happened. They only paused their walk because her phone started ringing.

At first, she thought that it was the mechanic, to tell her the car was ready for them to leave, but she frowned when she saw the several texts Jorge had sent her. She already talked with him when Jimin took her out of the disgusting place Pedro had put her in, she reassured him that everything was okay, but he kept confronting her for all the times she had disappeared out of nowhere, for all the money she had been sending him and her weird attitudes ever since she came back.

"If you're involved in something dangerous, tell me. I'll take you out of there".

Jungkook saw the way her features kept distorting with every second that went by, picking up the phone by himself to read the texts by himself -since he knew she wouldn't speak about it.

—The police have gone looking for you?

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juminies · 1 month

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hi! omg thank u for giving the translations! i also thought it might be a lost in translation thing but ur right it’s just as vague in korean??? and i think so too, considering how’s he usually so blunt and straightforward the way he was skirting around the subject is a bit ???

though i just had a thought… i remember reading that in the original version, the jumin gay “jokes” are about him being a wizard - referencing a meme about virgin men who turn 30 suddenly gaining magical powers? idk if it’s legit because i don’t know korean but i saw it mentioned a few different times by a few different people… if it was true and we take the option that he hasn’t had any prior relationship experience as the truth this might be a possible explanation for his vagueness: i was thinking that since mc has the option to play along with these “jokes” & jumin’s feeling these new unfamiliar feelings for her… he dances around the subject because, although he usually doesn’t care about such things, the constant roasting has probably affected him subconsciously and he sees his inexperience as a bad thing. he might think that telling mc the truth might give her a bad impression of him but he also doesn’t want to outright lie to her so being vague is the safest option

also ur right, considering how hurt he was with the whole sarah debacle, it makes sense that chairman han probably hasn’t done something similar to him before. i never thought about it that way!!

the uni experience thing… if he ever did date, he’d probably have done it during this time but i feel like it’s unlikely due to the points in the previous ask. the sleeping with someone i can’t see happening at all for a few reasons: he’s always going on about the no living together before marriage thing, even with mc who he loves he wants to wait, he mentions he’s conservative, and him hating his father’s womanizing ways leads me to think he would steer clear from anything casual. also, with all the women who have been making inappropriate advances towards him throughout his life and him having nightmares about it… i can potentially see him not feeling comfortable enough to want to experience physical intimacy unless it was with someone he trusted and felt safe with, especially for his first time… and he mentions rika being the first woman in his life he felt comfortable around…

honestly with how often it’s mentioned that jumin not’s interested in women or relationships and jumin himself straight up saying he hates women, i personally don’t think he’s let himself get close enough to a woman to have any romantic or sexual experience at all, like i deadass don’t think he’s even held hands in a romantic sense

i think ur “come meet my friend and his daughter” theory seems to be the most plausible! it’s the least contradictory with the other information we’ve been given. it’d work around the jumin not being interested in women or relationships … by having chairman han getting jumin to come along as a kind of casual get together and then making himself and his friend scarce, leaving jumin alone with the daughter. it’d also explain the bit about him saying that he doesn’t even know if he can even say he saw them.

anyway that is a lot of writing over like 2 sentences said by jumin lmao but it’s fun to theorize

also i am HERE for the chairman han post, that man needs a good slandering!!!

to clarify, I have always thought that he's a virgin prior to meeting MC! I agree he does not at all come across as the casual type for a plethora of reasons, most of which you mentioned already. it seems that he puts quite a lot of weight on wanting sex with MC to be right, too, whatever that means to him. I think most theories for why he would not be a virgin are kind of absurd hahah. I have seen people imply that he was sleeping with women to get them to sign contracts which.. no comment. he was just being handsome and charming.

I mainly mentioned university as a possible (albeit unlikely) scenario because it's the one time in his life we know practically nothing about, and Jumin being abroad for his studies dually makes it the perfect time to make bad and/or out of character choices. curiosity is a very big part of Jumin's personality and so while I don't personally think it happened I do think if he was hypothetically to have slept with someone at any point it would have been as a one-time, rather literal experiment at nineteen or twenty. written results afterwards and everything. it would also give him psychic damage.

I do also agree he probably sees his lack of inexperience as a bad thing, honestly, which is sad because it's definitely not :( he seems a little self-conscious generally when it comes to MC, hyperaware of himself and how she might perceive him. he says himself it's unlike him to care about what other people think, and I think it's actually very cute that he gets a bit frazzled by it all. I love him so much.

#also side notes in tags again because I feel they weren't relevant enough to add to the post but #I have mentioned before that I don't think he's actually the 'waiting until marriage' type #he isn't actively religious despite being raised christian so it just wouldn't make much sense #and ALSO I might have just blocked it out for my own sanity but I don't think jumin ever calls himself conservative #jaehee does for sure but jumin being socially conservative makes... little sense given his openness to learning and how accepting he is #I genuinely sort of believe the whole 'I'm against a man and a woman living together before marriage' thing was just to annoy zen lol

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roo-bastmoon · 2 years

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Hello kind stranger. I like your blog and as a follow up to your other anon I hope it's okay to share my thoughts on why I personally feel Jikook are very much a thing now more than ever with you (you don't have to post this). I trust my eyes, ears and gut feeling and as a mature army I think I know how a potential relationship look like pretty well and some of the things I see Jikook are doing {what they don't do is also very telling} makes me go DING DING DING every single time so here are my two cents:

The amount of shows and Korean dramas they have to watch together because unless they tell each other everything they do over the phone and are into the exact same jokes in at least 15 different dramas and memes it's almost impossible to have this amount of similar banters so I can't help but thinking they spend a lot of time together and we just don't get to see it. I also think there are small signs that they could be living together but nobody can tell for sure but that's a different topic

Jimin apologizing for JK acting up in a cute harmless way or thanking others who compliments him. Basically how they have interesting different boundaries when it comes to each other that goes beyond taking care of a friend: ^Want me to cut if for you? Don't show your toe socks on live^ You need to make him feel better not making fun of his UN mistake^ and more

Interactions that can't be explained if they are just platonic friends in my humble opinion. For instance Hobi asking Jimin why he's doing his birthday live in JK studio and Jimin doesn't have an answer but looking down and smiling while JK changed the topic with dancing, followed by Hobi giggling and hugging Jimin. The time Hobi teased Jimin about JK being in charge of clothes and again Jimin stuttered. These interactions combined with small gestures like JK waiting for Jimin to pass so he can walk right after him or holding his bags or always wanting to do the heavy lifting even in games as an instinct (have you seen this run episode?) speak volumes to me and only amplifying what I think

Which brings me to the neck bite gate, the ear sucking on stage, the thirst trap birthday wish, GCF Tokyo, maybe the initials tattoos. regardless of what people say it can't be denied that no one will do those things for someone if they are in a romantic relationship with another person. No one will stay awake at night to act sexy in a birthday video for someone you are heavily rumored to be in relationship with when you are already in a relationship. it's disrespectful and rude towards your partner and doesn't fit with the people I think JK or Jimin are. I fully believe that this is a universal truth and that is the real reason why haters always call the 4, 5 BIG jikook moments a lie or ignore them like the plague with childish excuses because even they know deep down that you simply don't do that when you have a boyfriend or girlfriend at home. I'm not one of those people who think Jikook have been together for a decade or know for a fact they are exclusive but these instances happened in the span of years. Just saying

Their early days. Jimin used to ask for kisses constantly and Jungkook was very much into letting Jimin win at games, stand offs and what not. I think it's safe to say both acted towards each other in a a unique way that is different to the rest of the members and I find it interesting how Jimin stopped asking and how JK is still to this day is very gentle when it comes to Jimin. it was very much a puppy love that could have evolved in time to a relationship which is very natural in a place of work

The level of intimacy that is different even for BTS standards. For instance JK seeking with his hand to find bare skin or taking a bite from the pizza silce at the similar spot or proudly showing a neck bite from Jimin on his neck and everything they did in point 4.

Body language- the way they turn their full body towards each other on stage, photos, during games, in official promo videos, the way they sit, and even when they are telling jokes tables apart

Their own bandmates and how they look at one of them when the other one is doing something funny or worth mentioning. very much a setting of a group of friends singling out a couple

The people in their lives seem close. Parents, brother, Poly C, even some of their follow list.

Similar views on life, answers, experiences, likes and dislikes. They click too well and there's a reason why there's endless footage of them doing nothing on the side but enjoying their time together

I won't pretend that I know anything as a fact but ironically in jikook history a lot of things become less complicated and MUCH more easier to explain if they are a couple than if they are not so I go by the rule 'the simplest explanation is usually the correct one'.

Yes yes hell to the yes.

What you said.

#jikook

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philiponmycracker · 3 months

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I'm sitting on this train I need to write this down, what I'm thinking. My sister is my parents only child. I can finally draw my conclusion, almost towards my 40s and finally Connect all the dots I can do that now at my age. She is the first child, the absolute "project". I am just their extra, "comfort" child if you will. They never cared about me. Their lives are either about them or about her, never been about me not even a little bit. And I have proof, factual proof to prove it, more than one. What is absurd is though, so why the fuck do I still care about what they think? What they want from me? How they want to spend their old age? Why should I care that they may die never having grandchildren? Why shouldn't I just fucking do what I want about my life with my husband, why should I ever care whatever the loving fuck they want before they die?

They didn't care how I lived my life until now, they didn't care I sailed off to literally other side of the globe at 18 year old completely on my own with NO backup plan to fall onto. Keep saying "oh you will always do just fine, we don't worry abut you BUT YOUR SISTERRRR We need to contCt everyone we know to find her nice home, nice job, nice career" for all my fucking adult life.

They always chose the best schools for her, to grant her easier life. They just stick me in an inferno of a highschool to keep her company. I didnt even take the uni entry exam (probs the only person in Korea to have done that out of free will) they did not bat an eye??? Do you know what it means Korean parents being totally fine with their child not taking ��능?? Its like signing a socio-cultural death sentence, literally crying out to the world "I don't care if my kid fails life, totally fine lol"

It becomes painfully clear, our parents literally had no fucking plan at all for what i was supposed to do if i were to fail, or to be miserable.

They have been busy their entire lives building safety nets around my sister - their true love child, I presume - i could have been falling off a burning roof they wouldnt have known about it.

So why should I care what they want out of me now? If they die not every knowing who I am, will I truely regret it? Will I have remorse like oh I was a bad daughter? Will I regret ignoring their last years? What do I care if they want grandkids, why am I supposed to sacrifice my own life to make them happy for what, 10 years maximum until they are burried?

Have you guys seen Gattaca the movie? It is the most important movie in my life. "Favourite" does not cut it. They treat my sister like Anton, I ended up being Vincent. And oh my god I understood. Everything, even at a young age. It lit my brain up with million light bulbs. I cried for several nights. How it inspired me to go where I always want to go, to safely be whoever I wanted to be. To the stars. Literally, a one way ticket to the stars. I never saved anything for the swim back, honest to god, no backup plan at all. Never looked back. Where I was going, I did EVERYTHING I can do remain there, to be free, on my own. I was never coming back I knew that at 18, determined yes I will be buried in the stars. Yes I would rather die here than go back. So why should I care about them now?

The nerves to tell me "oh but don't worry I know you both work and all but if you don't have kids now it may be too late, we will be too old and crippled maybe and won't be able to help you out" oh so you NOW you want to be there for my hypothetical kids for my benefit, like how you were NOT there in my adult life? How you were never mentally nor emotionally there to watch me grow up? This is some boomer core shit I swear to god. So why do I feel a hint of guilt for thinking no, I don't care for children just yet but if i do it'll be on our own terms, just for me and my husband? It is definitely not going to be about them? Am I mental, am I this much of a pussy

Through all this, we are indeed blessed I thank the stars the bond is strong between my sister and myself, that our sistery love will last our life times and more. It is a blessing, even this bitterness will have no place between us. I am grateful at least we stick together, both understanding yeah our parents simply never knew how to raise children.

#Cracker blah blah #Parents

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shuxiii · 1 year

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Everyday pt.14

Hanni Pham x reader pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt7, pt8, pt9, pt10, pt11, pt12, pt13, pt15

a/n 6 left to go, ''every day'' by david levithan

Day 6019

I am much luckier the next morning, when I wake up in the body of Surita, whose parents are away, and who is being watched over by her ninety-year-old grandmother, who doesn’t seem to care what Surita does, as long as it doesn’t interfere with her programs on the Game Show Network. I’m only about an hour away from Hanni, and in the interest of her not being called to the principal for repeated attendance violations, I meet her back at the Clover Bookstore after school is out.

She is full of plans.

“I told everyone I was visiting my grandmother for the weekend, and I told my parents I would be at Yeeun’s, so I’m a free agent. I’m actually staying at Yeeun’s tonight, but I was thinking tomorrow night we could … go somewhere.”

I tell her I like that plan.

We head to a park, walking around and playing on the jungle gym and talking.

We don’t talk about Minji. We don’t talk about the fact that we have no idea where I’ll be tomorrow. We don’t talk about how to make things work.

We block all this out, and enjoy ourselves.

Day 6020

Lee Eun could not have imagined her Saturday was going to turn in this direction. She’s supposed to go to play practice at noon, but as soon as she leaves her house, she calls her director and tells him she has a bad flu bug—hopefully the twenty-four-hour kind. The director is understanding—it’s Hamlet and Eun is playing Laertes, so there are plenty of scenes that can be run without her there. So Eun is free … and immediately heads toward Hanni.

She’s left me directions, but she hasn’t told me what the ultimate destination is. I drive for almost two hours, west into the hinterlands of Maryland. Eventually the directions lead me to a small cabin hidden in the woods. If Hanni’s car weren’t in front, I’m sure I’d think I was hopelessly lost.

She’s waiting in the doorway by the time I get out of the car. She looks happy-nervous. I still have no idea where I am.

“You’re really cute today,” she observes as I get closer.

“Japanese-Russian dad, Korean mom,” I say. “But I don’t speak a word of Russian.”

“Your mom isn’t going to show up this time, is she?”

“Nope.”

“Good. Then I can do this without being killed.”

She kisses me hard. I kiss her hard back. And suddenly we’re letting our bodies do the talking. We are inside the doorway, inside the cabin. But I’m not looking at the room—I am feeling her, tasting her, pressing against her as she’s pressing against me. She’s pulling off my coat and we’re kicking off our shoes and she’s directing me backward. The edge of the bed kicks the backs of my legs, and then we are awkwardly, enjoyably stumbling over, me lying down, her pinning my shoulders, us kissing and kissing and kissing. Breath and heat and contact and shirts off and skin on skin and smiles and murmurs and the enormity revealing itself in the tiniest of gestures, the most delicate sensations.

I pull back from a kiss and look at her. She stops and looks at me.

“Hey,” I say.

“Hey,” she says.

I trace the contours of her face, her collarbone. She runs her fingers along my shoulders, my back. Kisses my neck, my ear.

For the first time, I look around. It’s a one-room cabin—the bathroom must be out back. There are deer heads on the wall, staring down at us with glass eyes.

“Where are we?” I ask.

“It’s a hunting cabin my uncle uses. He’s in Australia now, so I figured it was safe to break in.”

I search for broken windows, signs of forced entry. “You broke in?”

“Well, with the spare key.”

Her hand moves to the patch of hair at the center of my chest, then to my heartbeat. I rest one of my hands on her side, glide lightly over the smoothness of the skin there.

“That was quite a welcome,” I tell her.

“It’s not over yet,” she says. And, just like that, we’re pressed together again.

I am letting her take the lead. I am letting her unbutton the top of my jeans. I am letting her pull the zipper down. I am letting her remove her bra. I am following along, but with each step, the pressure builds. How far is this going? How far should this go?

I know our nakedness means something. I know our nakedness is as much a form of trust as it is a form of craving. This is what we look like when we are completely open to each other. This is where we go when we no longer want to hide. I want her. I want this. But I’m afraid.

We move as if we’re in a fever, then we slow down and move as if we’re in a dream. There’s no clothing now, just sheets. This is not my body.

I feel like a pretender.

This is the source of the pressure. This is the cause of my hesitation. Right now I am here with her completely. But tomorrow I may not be. I can enjoy this today. It can feel right now. But tomorrow, I don’t know. Tomorrow I may be gone.

I want to sleep with her. I want to sleep with her so much.

But I also want to wake up next to her the next morning.

The body is ready. The body is close to bursting with sensation. When Hanni asks if I want to, I know what the body would answer.

But I tell her no. I tell her we shouldn’t. Not yet. Not right now.

Even though it was a genuine question, she’s surprised by the answer. She pulls away to look at me.

“Are you sure? I want to. If you’re worried about me, don’t be. I want to. I… prepared.”

“I don’t think we should.”

“Okay,” she says, pulling farther away.

“It’s not you,” I tell her. “And it’s not that I don’t want to.”

“So what is it?” she asks.

“It feels wrong.”

She looks hurt by this answer.

“Let me worry about Minji,” she says. “This is you and me. It’s different.”

“But it’s not just you and me,” I tell her. “It’s also Eun”

“Eun?”

I gesture to my body. “Eun”

“Oh.”

“She’s never done it before,” I tell her. “And it just feels wrong … for her to do it for the first time, and not know it. I feel like I’m taking something from her if I do that. It doesn’t seem right.”

I have no idea if this is true or not, and I’m not going to access to find out. Because it is an acceptable reason to stop—acceptable because it shouldn’t hurt her pride.

“Oh,” Hanni says again. Then she moves back closer and nestles in next to me. “Do you think she would mind this?”

The body relaxes. Enjoys itself in a different way.

“I set an alarm,” Hanni says. “So we can sleep.”

We drift together, naked in the bed. My heart is still racing, but as it slows, it slows in pace with hers. We have entered the safest cocoon our affections can make, and we lie there, and we luxuriate in the wealth of the moment, and gently fall into each other, fall into sleep.

It is not the alarm that wakes us. It is the sound of a flock of birds outside the window. It is the sound of the wind hitting the eaves.

I have to remind myself that normal people feel this way, too: The desire to take a moment and make it last forever. The desire to stay like this for much longer than it will really last.

“I know we don’t talk about it,” I say. “But why are you with her?”

“I don’t know,” she tells me. “I used to think I did. But I don’t know anymore.”

“Who was your favorite?” she asks.

“My favorite?”

“Your favorite body. Your favorite life.”

“I was once in the body of a blind girl,” I tell her. “When I was eleven. Maybe twelve. I don’t know if she was my favorite, but I learned more from being her for a day than I’d learn from most people over a year. It showed me how arbitrary and individual it is, the way we experience the world. Not just that the other senses were sharper. But that we find ways to navigate the world as it is presented to us. For me, it was this huge challenge. But for her, it was just life.”

“Close your eyes,” Hanni whispers.

I close my eyes, and she does the same.

We experience each other’s bodies in a different way.

The alarm goes off. I don’t want to be reminded of time.

We have not turned on the lights, so as the sky turns to dusk, the cabin turns to dusk as well. Haze of darkness, remnant of light.

“I’m going to stay here,” she says.

“I’m going to come back tomorrow,” I promise.

“I would end it,” I tell her. “I would end all the changing if I could. Just to stay here with you.”

“But you can’t end it,” she says. “I know that.”

Time itself becomes the alarm. I can’t look at the clock without knowing it’s past the hour for me to go. Play rehearsal is over. Even if Eun goes out with friends after, she’s going to have to be home soon. And definitely by midnight.

“I’ll wait for you,” she tells me.

I leave her in the bed. I put on my clothes, pick up my keys, and close the door behind me. I turn back. I keep turning back to see her. Even when there are walls between us. Even when there are miles between us. I keep turning back. I keep turning in her direction.

Day 6021

I wake up, and for at least a minute, I can’t figure out who I am. All I can find is the body, and the body is pounding with pain. There’s a hazy blur to my thoughts, a vise compressing my head. I open my eyes and the light nearly kills me.

“Dana,” a voice outside of me says. “It’s noon.”

I don’t care that it’s noon. I don’t care about anything at all. I just want the pounding to go away.

Or not. Because when the pounding briefly stops, the rest of my body chimes in with nausea.

“Dana, I’m not going to let you sleep all day. Being grounded does not mean you get to sleep all day.”

It takes three more attempts, but I manage to open my eyes and keep them open, even if the bedroom light feels like it has the same wattage as the sun.

Dana’s mother stares down at me with as much sorrow as anger.

“Dr. P is coming in a half hour,” she tells me. “I think you need to see him.”

I am accessing like crazy, but it’s as if my synapses have been dipped in tar.

“After all we’ve been through, the fact that you would pull such a stunt last night … it’s beyond words. We have done nothing but care about you. And this is what you do? Your father and I have had enough. No more.”

What did I do last night? I can remember being with Hanni. I can remember going home as Eun. Talking to her friends on the phone. Hearing about play practice. But I can’t reach Dana’s memories. She is too hungover for them to be there.

Is this what it’s like for Eun this morning? A complete blank?

I hope not, because this is awful.

“You have half an hour to shower and get dressed. Don’t expect any help from me.”

Dana’s mother slams the door shut, and the echo of the slam spreads through my whole body. As I start to move, it feels like I am trapped twenty miles underwater. And when I start to rise, I get a bad case of the bends. I actually have to steady myself against my bedpost, and nearly miss it when I reach out.

I don’t really care about Dr. P or Dana’s parents. As far as I’m concerned, Dana must have done this to herself, and she deserves the grief she gets. It must have taken a lot of drinking to get in this state. She is not the reason I get up. I get up because somewhere near here, Hanni is alone in a hunting cabin, waiting for me. I have no idea how I’m going to get out of here, but I have to.

I trudge through the hallway to the shower. I turn it on, then stand there for at least a minute, forgetting entirely why I’m standing there. The water is just background music to the horror of my body. Then I remember, and I step in. The water wakes me up a little more, but I stagger through the waking. I could easily collapse into the tub, and fall asleep with the water running over me, my foot over the drain.

When I get back to Dana’s room, I let the towel drop and leave it there, then put on whatever clothes are nearest. There’s no computer in the room, no phone. No way to get in touch with Hanni. I know I should search the house, but just the thought of it takes too much energy. I need to sit down. Lie down. Close my eyes.

“Wake up!”

The command is as abrupt as the earlier door slam, and twice as close. I open my eyes and find Dana’s very angry father.

“Dr. P is here,” Dana’s mother chimes in from behind him, with a slightly more conciliatory tone. Maybe she’s feeling bad for me. Or maybe she just doesn’t want her husband to kill me in front of a witness.

I wonder if what I’m feeling isn’t entirely a hangover if a doctor is making a house call. But when Dr. P sits down next to me, there’s not a medical bag in sight. Just a notebook.

“Dana,” she says gently.

I look at her. Sit up, even as my head howls.

She turns to my parents.

“It’s okay. Why don’t you leave us now?”

They don’t need to be told twice.

Accessing is still hard. I know the facts are there, but they’re behind a murky wall.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” Dr. P asks.

“I don’t know,” I say. “I don’t remember.”

“It’s that bad?”

“Yeah. It’s that bad.”

She asks me if my parents have given me any Tylenol, and I tell her no, not since I woke up. She leaves for a second and comes back with two Tylenol and a glass of water.

I don’t get the Tylenol down on the first try, and I’m embarrassed by the chalky gag that results. The second time is better, and I gulp down the rest of the water. Dr. P goes out and refills the glass, giving me time to think. But the thoughts in my head are still clumsy, dull.

When she returns, she begins with, “You can understand why your parents are upset, can’t you?”

I feel so stupid, but I can’t pretend.

“I really don’t know what happened,” I say. “I’m not lying. I wish I did.”

“You were at Cameron’s party.” She looks at me, seeing if this registers. When it doesn’t, she continues. “You snuck out to go there. And when you got there, you started drinking. A lot. Your friends were concerned, for obvious reasons. But they didn’t stop you. They only tried to stop you when you went to drive home.”

I’m still underwater, and my memory of this is on the surface. I know it’s there. I know she’s telling me the truth. But I can’t see it.

“I drove?”

“Yes. Even though you weren’t supposed to. You stole your father’s keys.”

“I stole my father’s keys.” I say it out loud, hoping it will spark an image.

“When you went to drive home, some of your friends tried to stop you. But you insisted. They tried to stop you. You lashed out at them. Called them awful things. And when Cameron tried to take your keys away …”

“What did I do?”

“You bit him on the wrist. And you ran.”

This must have been how Haruto felt. The morning after.

Dr. P continues. “Your friend Lisa called your parents. They rushed over. When your father got to you, you were already in the car. He went to stop you and you nearly ran him over.”

I nearly ran him over?

“You didn’t get far. You were too drunk to back out of the driveway. You ended up in the neighbor’s yard. You crashed into a telephone pole. Luckily, no one was hurt.”

I exhale. I am pushing inside Dana’s mind, trying to find any of this.

“What we want to know, Dana, is why you would do such a thing. After what happened with Anthony, why would you do this?”

Anthony. That name is the fact that is too bright to hide. My body convulses in pain. Pain is all I can feel.

Anthony. My brother.

My dead brother.

My brother who died next to me.

My brother who died next to me, in the passenger seat.

Because I crashed.

Because I was drunk.

Because of me.

“Oh my God,” I cry out. “Oh my God.”

I am seeing him now. His bloody body. I am screaming.

“It’s okay,” Dr. P says. “It’s okay now.”

But it’s not.

It’s not.

Dr. P gives me something stronger than Tylenol. I try to resist, but it’s no use.

“I have to tell Hanni,” I say. I don’t mean to say it. It just comes out.

“Who’s Hanni?” Dr. P asks.

My eyelids close. I give in before she can get an answer.

It starts to come back to me while I’m asleep, and when I wake again, I remember more of it. Not the end—I genuinely can’t remember getting in the car, almost running over my father, hitting the telephone pole. I must have checked out by then. But before that, I can remember being at the party. Drinking anything anyone offered. Feeling better because of it. Feeling lighter. Flirting with Cameron. Drinking some more. Not thinking. After so much thinking, blocking it all out.

I’m like Dana’s parents, or Dr. P—I want to ask her why. Even from the inside, I can’t figure it out. Because the body can’t answer that.

My limbs are heavy, wooden. But I prop myself up. I edge myself out of bed. I need to find a computer or a phone.

When I get to the door, I find it’s locked. There should be a key that lets me out, but somebody’s taken it.

I’m trapped in my own room.

Now that they know I remember at least some of it, they are letting me stew in my own guilt.

And the worst part is: it’s working.

I am out of water. I call out that I need more water. Within a minute, my mother is at the door with a glass. She looks like she’s been crying. She is shattered. I have shattered my mother.

“Here,” she says.

“Can I come out?” I ask. “There are some things I need to look up for school.”

She shakes her head. “Maybe later. After dinner. For now, Dr. P would like you to write down everything you’re feeling.”

She leaves and locks the door behind her. I find a piece of paper and a pen.

What I feel is helplessness, I write.

But then I stop. Because I’m not writing as Dana. I’m writing as me.

The headache and nausea are subsiding. Although every time I imagine Hanni alone in the cabin, I feel sick again.

I promised her. Even though I knew the risk, I promised her.

And now I’m proving to her that it’s too risky to accept my promises.

I am proving to her that I won’t be able to come through.

Dana’s mother brings me dinner on a tray, as if I’m an invalid. I thank her for it. And then I find the words I should have been using all along.

“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I’m really, really sorry.”

She nods, but I can tell it’s not enough.

I must have told her I was sorry too many times before. At some point—maybe last night—she must have stopped believing it.

When I ask her where my father is, she tells me he’s getting the car fixed.

They decide that I will have to go to school tomorrow, and that I will have to make amends to my friends then. They say I can use the computer for my homework, but then sit there behind me as I make up things to research.

Emailing Hanni is out of the question.

And they show no signs of giving me back my phone.

The previous night’s events never come back to me. I spend the rest of the night staring into that blank space. And I can’t help but feel it staring right back.

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A History of Pain

Part 1

Bang Chan x Female reader

Word count: 7.6K

Synopsis: You've come back to Korea to stay and start living with your adopted brother Minho and his friends, one of which, Chan, you can't help but be drawn to despite your brother's warnings to both of you. When people from your childhood and the things that happened to you keep coming up, you're forced to face things from your past and present. Will you be okay or will the time bomb that is your history finally blow up in your face?

A/N: 18+ only! You may recognize part of this from when I posted from my WIPs. This was the 'brother's best friend' story. I've practically been getting death threats from @jquellen27 any time I mention writing and it's not this story so I've decided to make it a series since it's so long and HOPEFULLY it will force me to work on it more. 🤞Anyway here's part one, I hope you enjoy and if you do please like, reblog, comment, shoot me an ask, I always welcome all of it!

Part 2👈

Warnings for this series: This story will have elements of death and flashbacks to abuse (mental, physical and sexual) throughout. It will not be explicit or overly detailed, but it will be a vital part of the plot. If that is a topic that can be triggering or make you uncomfortable, I would suggest skipping this series! There will also be strong language/cursing, adult content, and sexual themes throughout but not in every part so I will be adding warnings for each part accordingly. If I ever miss something that should be in the warnings, PLEASE let me know and I will add it! This is and Idol AU so while they are in a group together it is not Stray Kids, hence no Jeongin and Seungmin and even though a company is mentioned it is not JYP. Just for clarification these are characters and not ment to portray the actual people in any way.

Pt. 1 Warnings: Not much in this one really, suggestive but nothing explicit, night terrors depicted, mentions of nudity. I think that's all. Again let me know if I missed anything!

You weaved your way through the Incheon International airport scanning the faces in the crowd looking for your big brother, who was supposed to be picking you up after your eighteen-hour flight. What you found instead was a stuffy looking chauffeur holding a sign with your name on it. You walked up to the man and pointed at the sign.

“I’m Lee Y/N.” He looked at you funny and continued to scan the people behind you. You rolled your eyes. You had dealt with things like this your whole life, ever since the Lee’s had adopted you. Your family was Korean and you, very obviously weren’t. You sighed.

“Minho sent you I assume...” When you mentioned your brother’s name the driver seemed to realize you were in fact telling the truth about who you were.

“Yes, ma’am. I am to take you to the dorm where he will escort you to your parent’s house.” You nodded, tossed your book bag at him and slid your suitcase over.

“Whatever you say Jeeves. I’m beat let’s go!” He let out an exasperated sigh and lead you towards the exit. When you were settled in the car you pulled out your phone to call your brother and bitch him out for not at least warning you he wasn’t able to get you. It rang twice and he answered.

"Heeey Minhooo, landed safely. You forget to mention something?" Minho face palmed himself.

"I'm sorry! It’s been a while since you’ve been home. Things have gotten a little crazy. I had to send a company car. I’m so so sorry I meant to tell you I’ve just been so busy with work I forgot." It had been a long time since you’d been there.

You had missed Minho and your parents so much but you had been attending university in America and it wasn’t always easy to get back home. You knew Minho and his rap group had been doing well but when you were in your bubble in America following Korean hip hop groups, even your brother's, wasn’t on the top of your priority list. Whenever you spoke to Minho he was more concerned about how your schooling was going, if you were okay, and updating you on the parents and the cats. Not his career. You wanted to give him a little grief but you were too tired.

"It’s okay Min, don’t worry about it." You slunk down in your seat, giving in this time.

"Look I’m still at the studio right now. I’ll have to take you to mom and dad’s tomorrow so when you get to the dorm just take the guest room and make yourself at home okay? The guys are gone for the weekend. I’ll let you know when I’m leaving and I’ll take you to dinner to make up for it." The promise of dinner perked you back up, especially if your brother was paying.

"Okay, sounds good. Love you." Minho hummed.

"Hmmmm... ew." And you groaned.

"God you’re such an ass." He laughed.

"Love you too." You gave him a hum this time.

"Mmhmm that’s better. See you later." You hung up and looked out the window as you neared your destination.

When you got to the dorm the driver carried your bags up and put them by the door.

“Will there be anything else ma’am?” You shook your head.

“That will be all Jeeves thanks a million!” He shook his head and left. You typed in the key code Minho had given you and went in, dragging your bags behind you. It was a nice place but very clearly lived in by men. There was more weight equipment than furniture in the living room and nothing in the form of pictures or art on the walls. One thing they did have on the wall was a giant tv and video games piled up underneath of course. Off the living room there was a hall. You went down it and investigated. You opened every door trying to get your bearings and figure out where everything was. The first door you opened had a bed a dresser and more weights than the damn living room did. The next room was just a bed, a dresser, and a night stand. There were a few framed pictures and a book on the night stand. Minimal, clean. You didn’t even have to look twice to know it was Minho’s room. The room next to your brother’s looked like a clothes bomb went off in it. Jisung was the only one of the guys you had ever met and from the things your brother had told you about him this was almost definitely his room. The next room had a bed and a desk and a dresser but not much else, similar to Minho’s. Minimal and clean. There was a computer and lot of DJ equipment on the desk and a big set of noise cancelling headphones. You pulled that door closed and opened the one across the hall from it. A bed, a dresser, a night stand, and nothing else. This was clearly the guest room. You sat your stuff down and finished exploring.

Right at the very end of the hall was the bathroom. You cringed at the idea of a bunch of men sharing one bathroom but when you peeked in you were pleasantly surprised to see that it was rather big with a nice tub and you found it remarkably clean, although, with Minho living there perhaps it shouldn’t have been so surprising. He was a bit of a neat freak at times. You quickly peeked in the other two rooms across the hall. One practically looked like an art studio with a bed and the other had probably the most gaming equipment you’d ever seen per square foot.

Once you were acquainted with the place you decided to take advantage of that huge tub you saw and take a hot bath. You were exhausted and stunk after that flight and Minho had told you to make yourself at home. You dipped into his room and rummaged through his dresser looking for your favorite t-shirt of his.

You looked down at his night stand and saw the pictures he had set up. One of your parents, you and Minho from the last Christmas you were able to visit, another of Soonie, Doongie, and Dori all wearing top hats and bow ties, and then one of you and Minho the day you were officially adopted. You both had your arms wrapped around each other. You with a giant smile on your face, Minho and his permanent grimace. You picked it up and looked at it smiling remembering this day because it was the day you found out you had a REAL big brother and you were so happy. You fought off the tears of the memory, put the picture back, grabbed the t-shirt, and went to dig out some sweat pants and your travel toiletries.

You ran the bath almost hotter than you could stand it, added some bubble bath you nosed around under the sink for and lit a couple of candles that you had found under there as well. You climbed in and drew the curtain mostly closed. You leaned back in the tub soaking in the warmth of, not only the water but the candle light. You were just drifting into a quiet relaxation, finally, after that shitty eighteen-hour flight when suddenly that peace went out the metaphorical door with the opening of the literal door.

You were a bit startled to see standing there, absolutely bewildered, a guy probably around your brother’s age. Cute, broad shoulders, a mess of curls and confusion. Luckily you weren’t an idiot. Even though it was just supposed to be you and Minho you had pulled the curtain most of the way closed for just this reason, so now there was no way the man standing there could see your nude body even if you were fully submerged in bubbles. The curtain was open only enough for you to see out of as you laid there. The man stood there speechless.

��Can I help you?” You finally asked as he just looked at you blankly, his mouth agape. He shook his head and quickly looked away realizing he was staring at you while you were naked in a bathtub.

“I-I-I…” His ears turned bright red and he stammered until he finally cleared his throat.

“What are you doing?” You quirked your eyebrow at him.

“Well, I WAS relaxing in the tub…” The guy shook his head still keeping his eyes directed anywhere but you.

“No, I mean who are you?!” You sighed heavily.

“Who are you? You walked in on me?” He couldn’t help but finally look at you again. Your eyes locking, an incredulous expression plastered on his face.

“Yea in MY bathroom!” You shrugged.

“Fair enough but to be fair to me, it’s also my brother’s bathroom.” God had Minho not even bothered to warn them you would be here JUST in case? You suddenly fought back the urge to giggle when you saw curly had the confused face again.

“I think you must have the wrong place because I know all my friend’s sisters.” You shrugged your shoulders again.

“Well clearly you don’t because my brother lives here and I’ve never met you in my life.” Curly man shook his head.

“No sorry it’s just not possible, no one I live with is American.” This. Again. You shook your head sarcastically in reply.

“My brother is Korean. I’m adopted.” His face fell a little when you said that.

“Oh...” You could hear the pity in the two-letter word. You waved him off.

“Spare me. That was the easiest part of my life. Look sorry, I’m not sure why my brother never told you about me but I assure you he does in fact live here.” You were starting to get irritated with this guy questioning you.

“How are you SO certain your brother lives here?!” He was clearly losing his patience as well. You were good at wearing that down in people, though it wasn’t always intentional.

“Because JERK! He had a car drop me off here, I used the code to get into the place, and I’ve already been in his room and saw all his stuff. I snatched a shirt I bought him for Christmas, saw pictures of OUR family. THAT’S how I know. Now if you don’t mind I just got off an airplane that I was in for almost an entire day and it’s hard to relax when there’s a strange man watching me in the tub!” His eyes quickly flew away as if he’d just realized again that he shouldn’t be looking at you, even if the curtain kept you from being exposed. You were taking a mental note, two strikes now, you needed to give Minho a piece of your mind when he got home.

“Look I’m sorry. I-I... didn’t realize... I’ll leave you to finish. Sorry.” His whole face was red now. He left quickly and you felt a little bad for being so difficult. You could have just said your brother was Minho. It wasn’t his fault any more than it was yours that Minho failed to mention you would be there let alone existed and he seemed like he genuinely meant his apology once he’d realized his mistake. You sighed, blew out the candles and pulled the plug to drain the water. You got out and started drying off and getting dressed.

When you walked out you took your dirty clothes and towel into your room and realized the door to the room across from yours was cracked. You heard soft r&b music coming from it and someone singing. You walked over peeking in. Your eyes went wide and your heart rate picked up a little. Mr. curly man had his back to you, his shirt off, the muscles of his back flexed and relaxed with every movement he made as he folded clothes and sang along to the song that you now realized was Dive In by Trey Songz. His voice was pretty.

You bit your lip as he bent down, unable to stop yourself from checking out his ass in the basketball shorts he was wearing. God he was REALLY cute and the way he was singing that song made you feel things. You didn’t know what to think, you usually didn’t give two shits about guys, relationships, or sex but there was something about him that struck a chord with you.

He turned and you quickly ducked back so that he wouldn’t see you spying. You waited a couple of minutes, then tapped the door frame and pushed the door open a little more. He stopped singing and turned towards you. The front of him looked even better than the back and then you noticed him holding a pair of black briefs he’d been folding. Now your ears were burning red. You cleared your throat looking at the underwear in his hands. When you did he snatched the underwear behind his back, hiding them out of your sight.

“Ahem... Uh... hey. Um... I just wanted to say sorry. I didn’t mean to be such a pain in the ass. I’m just tired and grumpy from the flight and I was caught off guard, I didn’t think anyone else was going to be here. My name is Lee Y/N, I’m Minho’s little sister.” The man’s jaw dropped.

“MINHO HAS A LITTLE SISTER?!” You would have laughed at his reaction if you weren’t so irritated that your brother had not disclosed this information to everyone and you were unsure as to why.

“I’m Chan... er... uh, or Chris. Sorry I didn’t mean to shout it’s just he’s never mentioned you before. Wow Minho’s little sister.” You shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m not sure why he hasn’t, he has pictures of us in his room.” The gorgeous man, who you now knew was... Chan or Chris? He looked shocked again.

“That’s you?! Oh! I always wondered who that was in those photos! Lee Know is kind of private about his family life so I never asked. I just kind of assumed you were and old classmate or maybe an ex-girlfriend since he never talked about it.” You smiled at him.

“Nope. Sister. Either way, I’m sorry for the confusion and for being rude to you Chan.” He scoffed and flashed a bright smile back at you.

“No, you weren’t really. Also knowing that you grew up with Lee Know your reaction makes so much sense now.” He laughed and his dimples popped out. You couldn’t help but smile back. He was cute and sweet; you felt your face getting red.

Thankfully before you could complete the transformation into a tomato you heard the man of the hour come walking into the dorm. You went out into the living room, shirtless Chan following closely behind. When Minho saw him there, he got a very serious look on his face.

“What are you doing here Chan?” Chan scoffed.

“I live here Minho.” Minho shook his head.

“No, I mean everyone was supposed to be gone this weekend.” Chan nodded.

“Yea, everyone but me is. I had work I was hoping to do with a little peace and quiet.” Minho eyed shirtless Chan up and down suspiciously.

“What were you doing back there with my sister?” Chan’s eyes went wide and his ears got red. His mouth opened ready to defend himself of any wrong doing but you immediately interrupted Minho’s line of questioning. You were tired, confused, pissed, hurt.

“He was finding out you had one asshole.” Minho looked at you and quiet, angry, tears had started welling in your eyes. You stormed off to what was your room for the time being and slammed the door closed. Minho hadn’t made you cry very many times in your life but every time he ever had he felt so guilty. You had been sad enough for an entire lifetime already and he had promised to always protect you. He ran his hand down his face, sighed, and turned towards Chan again.

“Ugh. SHIT! I wish you would’ve told me you were going to be here.” Chan shook his head at Minho.

“Why wouldn’t you just mention that you have a sister Minho?!” Minho pushed his fingers into his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“She’s dealt with a lot in her past and I wanted to protect her from this part of my life for as long as possible. You know how these people get Chan. All I need is for the wrong person to get the wrong idea and then the next thing you know she’s being accused of dating one of us or fucking all of us and then her life story is plastered all over the paper. I don’t need anyone digging into her life and dredging up old shit.” Chan huffed a heavy breath out.

“But not even us man? You couldn’t even tell us?” Minho shook his head.

“No. She was far away at school and happy that’s all I cared about. No one asked so I just didn’t say. Jisungie figured it out a couple years ago when she was back for Christmas, I made him swear not to tell anyone. Chan I just wanted to try and keep her as far from all of this as possible, that’s why I never told you guys.” Chan understood a thing or two about being protective. He had a little sister too and God knows she’s had to deal with her own share of what this life brought with it but Chan also knew that he wouldn’t always be able to shield her from it and neither could Minho with you.

“Look you go smooth things over with your sister and I’ll order take out for dinner.” Minho nodded

“Okay, yea. Maybe put on a shirt too.” Chan laughed and Minho shot him a glare.

“God calm down I’ll put a shirt on.” Chan started to make the call for dinner as your brother headed towards your room. Minho tapped on the door and cracked it open looking in.

“Y/N?” You didn’t reply to him, you just sniffled laying on the bed curled up with your back to the door. Minho walked over and sat on the edge of the bed trying to figure out what to say. Before he could say anything though you spoke.

“Are you ashamed that I’m your sister?” All of Minho’s breath left his body and his eyes went wide. He turned towards you, grabbed your shoulder, and made you look at him.

“HEY NO! No no, that’s not what this is about Y/N. You just... things are different here now because of my job and it can be hard on our families and friends. It’s not fair but it’s how it is. I just didn’t want you hurt getting caught up in gossip or lies. I just wanted to protect you.” You sat up and hugged your brother glad to know that he wasn’t embarrassed by you, that he was only doing what he always did, trying to protect you. At first Minho sat there just letting you hug him but eventually he put his arms around you, hugging you back.

“Well, however different things are here now, I’m just gonna have to get used to it Min.” Minho pulled away looking at you confused.

“What do you mean?” You had something you had been keeping secret also and it was time to spill the beans.

“I’m back for good Minho. I’m moving back to Korea.” He didn’t understand.

“Wait... how? You didn’t finish your degree in 4 years.” You shook your head and chewed your lip.

“No. I didn’t. Look Min there’s a lot to talk about concerning America and school and I’m exhausted from the flight. Can we talk about it tomorrow?” Minho wanted to press you but decided after he had kind of kept your existence secret from the guys the least he could do was let you rest before hounding you about school.

“Okay. But we ARE talking about this tomorrow!” He put out his pinky and you wrapped yours around it and nodded.

“Alright come on Chan’s ordering dinner.” You all settled in the living room, Chan now wearing a shirt, and watched a movie while you waited for the food to show up. Minho fought the urge to interrogate you about school and moving home and Chan fought the urge to steal glances at you any time he was certain Minho wasn’t looking.

As soon as he’d seen you earlier he had immediately wondered why there was a gorgeous woman in his tub. He was sure you had noticed him turning red, his skin was on fire almost as soon as he saw you. It’s why he’d taken his shirt off when he’d gone into his room, trying to cool down. Then suddenly you were in his doorway. Your brother’s shirt swallowed you but you looked cute and comfy and Chan was standing there shirtless with his underwear in his hands like an idiot. He was embarrassed as hell when he realized but you had been gracious and acted like you hadn’t seen anything which Chan had been thankful for. Then you said you were Minho’s sister and his brain exploded.

Now he was sitting there with both of you trying not to stare at you and totally failing. When there was a knock at the door Chan sprung up quickly to answer it.

“Food’s here!” Chan went to get it while you and Minho went to sit at the table in the kitchen. When Chan was back with the food he found Minho sitting at one end of the table and you sitting to the side of him. There was a seat next to you and then one on the other side of Minho across from you. Chan really wanted to sit next to you but he also didn’t have a death wish so he sat across from you, next to Minho, and started passing out food. Chan handed you your food.

“I wasn’t sure what you like or would want so I got you jajangmyeon like me, I hope that’s okay.” You smiled at him brightly.

“That’s perfect, I’m bad at spice and I haven’t had it in FOREVER!” You quickly opened the dish and Chan smiled ear to ear, happy to know he’d made a good choice for you.

“I don’t do spicey either! Well, I try some times, usually when your brother encourages it but it never ends well.” Chan laughed. You all ate and conversated a while, talking about your flight, what it was like growing up with Minho, how things were going for the guys who’s names you were trying to remember.

“So let me see, I think I have it. Felix, Jisung, who I know, well I have met, Changbin, Chan... Chan... I’m missing one.” Minho laughed.

“Hyunjin.” You snapped your fingers.

“Shit! Hyunjin!” You all laughed.

“Once you meet Hyunjin I’m sure you’ll never forget him again.” Minho stopped laughing and glared at Chan. You continued laughing.

“What does that mean?” Minho shifted in his seat very much so disliking the direction this converstation seemed to be going. He didn’t want you to think of his friends like that and he CERTAINLY didn’t want them thinking of you like that. Chan elaborated.

“Most women tend to remember Hyunjin once they’ve seen him. Hyunjin is... cute.” Chan giggled. It was adorable how he laughed like that sometimes. Like a kid at a sleep over trying to stay quiet.

“Oh? Is he as cute as you are?” Chan turned beet red and he almost choked on his food while your brother immediately cleared his throat.

“AHEHEHEM! Okay! Y/N I’ll clean up here! Why don’t you go get some sleep since your exhausted from your flight. Yea?” You rolled your eyes at your brother. You were tired though and now full, so you decided it probably was time for bed. You walked over and poked the tip of Minho’s nose.

“Goodnight grump. Love you.” He made a disgusted face but still made you hug him before he’d let you leave. You walked over and gave Chan a hug from behind. He froze. His arms at his sides and his eyes on Minho who was staring daggers at him.

“Goodnight Channie. Thanks for the dinner.” You smiled at him and he cleared the lump from his throat.

“Oh uh... you're welcome. Goodnight Y/N.” You headed through the living room towards your room. Once Minho heard your door click he pointed at Chan.

“Don’t.” Chan’s eyes went wide.

“Don’t what?!” Minho rolled his eyes.

“I’m not blind. Seriously don’t Chan. She’s been through enough.” Chan shook his head.

“Nonono Lee Know you’ve got it all wrong...” He had it 100% right.

“It’s not like that!” It definitely was. You gave him butterflies and goosebumps and made his head feel all swimmy but the fact that Minho was your brother, one, terrified him, and two, meant that he had to be respectful and treat you as if you were his own sister.

“Whatever you say Chan. She’s never been interested boyfriends or dating anyway but just remember this conversation and don’t feel bad because as soon as the rest of the guys are home we’ll be having the exact same talk. She is off limits, out of bounds. Understood?” Chan nodded nervously. Minho cleared the table and headed to bed and Chan went to finish some work in his room. When he got to his door he turned and looked at yours and smiled, then went into his room and shut the door. He put on his headphones and started working feeling more inspired than ever.

In the middle of the night, after Chan had called it quits on the track he was working on and finally went to bed, he was woken up by a blood curdling scream. His eyes shot open and he leapt from his bed to try to locate the source, forgetting that you were there until he made it to the hall and Minho was already running past him and into your room.

Chan followed him in thinking you were being attacked or something but when he got in there you were alone and thrashing on the bed screaming. Pleas for help falling in between ear-piercing screams. Minho wrapped his arms around you so you wouldn’t hurt yourself, got close to your ear and started whispering something.

“You’re home, you’re safe, I’m here, it’s okay, wake up Y/N, wake up.” You stopped screaming and convulsing and started calming down. Minho kept whispering.

“Wake up Y/N, wake up.” Your eyes fluttered open and you found yourself in a bear hug by Minho, a worried expression on his face and you saw Chan standing there totally shell shocked. You didn’t remember anything but you knew what had happened without your brother telling you. You’d had another night terror. It was always overwhelming after having one, whether you remembered it or not. You started to cry and Minho just held you and hugged you tightly.

“It’s okay. You’re alright.” Minho looked over his shoulder at Chan.

“Chan.” He stood there his heart still pounding out of his chest.

“Chan!” Chan snapped out of it and looked at Minho.

“Will you grab some water for her please?” Chan nodded and headed straight to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water for you from the fridge. He stopped for a second to take a couple of deep breaths and get a hold of himself. Chan had never seen anything like that before. It was like you were possessed or something. When Chan got back to your room you and Minho were both sitting up in your bed and Minho had managed to calm you down for the most part. Chan walked up to the side of your bed and handed you the bottle of water. You took it and gave him a small smile.

“Thank you Chan.” Your voice was quiet and you wouldn’t look him in the eye. You were embarrassed he’d seen you like that. You couldn’t control it but still, it was embarrassing. You took a drink of the water Chan brought you and your brother pushed a bit of hair out of your eyes.

“I thought you weren’t having these anymore?” He questioned you now that you were calm. You shook your head.

“I haven’t been. I think it was just exhaustion from the flight Min, really. I’m okay now.” Minho pressed his lips together not fully believing you.

“Really Minho, I am, I’m okay.” He nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead. Chan had never seen Minho treat any human like the way he was with you. Tender, gentle. An animal sure, people no. He was caring but in other ways except with you apparently, which Chan was taking note of.

“Okay, if you can’t fall back asleep promise you’ll come wake me up.” You agreed and Minho got up to head back to his own bed in his own room and Chan followed.

“Thanks again for the water Chan.” He turned back and gave you a half smile that made one of his dimples pop out again.

“No problem Y/N, sleep well.” He pulled your door closed heading back to his own room as well. Minho stopped him.

“When I say she’s been through a lot this is the kind of stuff I’m talking about Chan. Okay? Stuff she still has night terrors about. She had a HARD life before she came to live with our family. You get what I’m saying?” Chan shook his head and Minho headed to his room.

The rest of the night was peaceful but Chan only half slept, keeping and ear out for you just in case. Minho woke up first in the morning and started coffee and breakfast. You came stumbling out when you smelled the bacon. You drug yourself into the kitchen like a zombie. You had slept okay the rest of the night but jet lag was still kicking your ass.

“Before you even think about speaking to me you better have caffeine.” Your brother scoffed.

“Yes your highness, the royal coffee is ready.” You put your finger to your lips.

“Shhhh shh shh, no words just point me in the direction of the coffee.” Minho laughed. He walked up behind you placing his hands on your shoulders and turning you a little to the left where you saw the coffee pot.

“Ahhh black gold.” You brother shook his head and went back to cooking.

“That’s oil.” You grabbed a mug.

“Maybe to you. This is worth more than any petrol to me.” He laughed and set a plate of food on the table.

“Eat up, we gotta go see the parents.” You sat down with your coffee and started to eat the breakfast Minho made you.

“You’ve gotten really good at cooking Min.” He smiled at you and gave you a little bow.

“Looks like the coffee is working already. Maybe it is more valuable than petrol.” You flipped your brother off as Chan came into the kitchen and you suddenly wished you had made a trip to the bathroom to wash up a bit before coming out there. You were certain you looked like death. Chan looked adorable of course. His curls were even messier than they had been the night before and his eyes were puffy and half closed. He looked like he was sleep walking but then he spoke to you.

“Good morning.” His voice was deep and sleepy it made you wonder if he would sound like that if you had woken up next to him. What?! You needed to keep those thoughts out of your brain. You shook your head and smiled at him.

“Good morning Chan.” He smiled back and his eyes actually did close. He was so cute sleepy like that. Minho put another plate down on the table.

“Eat up Chan.” Chan opened his eyes again. His smile got bigger and he groaned, another sound your imagination didn’t need to go running wild with either.

“Ughh! Yes! Thanks Minho! I have to go to yoga soon and I was just gonna grab some fruit or something.” Yoga? Is life testing you with yet another thing you were trying to not let your imagination run away with. Chan stretching, bending, sweating...

“Y/N???” Your brother had said something.

“What?” He sat down at the table with his own plate.

“I asked you if you’ve talked to mom or dad since you got in.” You shook your head answering but also trying to get the residual thoughts of Chan doing yoga out of your head.

“Yea I called mom on the car ride here yesterday and let her know I landed safe and that you said we’d be coming over today.” Minho nonchalantly looked at his plate.

“Do they know you’re moving back?” Chan’s ears perked a little. You were moving back? Meaning you’d be around more?

“You’re just gonna jump right into that huh?” Minho nodded and you sighed.

“Okay Min don’t freak out but... I got kicked out of school and before you ask because of poor grades and my attendance.” Minho held back the urge to immediately go in to lecture mode and let you finish. You hadn’t mentioned this on any of the calls the two of you had.

“This last semester at school I had a lot of... issues.” Your brother’s eyes narrowed and you continued.

“Okay well you know the one person I was NEVER supposed to see?” Minho’s face stiffened. Oh, he knew.

“Well, I found him.” His jaw dropped; he couldn’t help his reaction. He shouted

“YOU FOUND YOUR DAD!?” Chan suddenly felt like he was in the middle of something that was a very private family thing and it was. Minho cut the topic of converstation off quickly.

“We’ll be discussing this on the way to mom and dads.” He spoke through gritted teeth and you sunk down in your chair pushing what was left of your breakfast around your plate. You knew Minho would be pissed. You all finished breakfast in relative awkward silence, then Chan left for his yoga class and you got ready to go to your mom and dad’s with Minho. You were about ten minutes into the tense drive to your parent’s place in Gimpo when Minho finally broke the silence.

“So, how did you fall behind so much and why didn’t you tell me what was happening? I’m here trying to protect you from these people dragging your past up and you’re running around America doing it yourself!” You looked out the window at the passing scenery.

“I honestly didn’t realize it was getting so out of hand Min. I just... I was convinced I needed to find George and confront him. I knew it wouldn’t be easy but it ended up being even harder than I had expected and I fell behind on classes and assignments, missed tests. I was so caught up in trying to find him and prove something that I fucked up Min. I knew if I told you I was looking for him you’d try and talk me out of it and I knew if I told you about school you’d be disappointed. I know you’re disappointed in me Minho.” You kept looking out the window not wanting to see the look on your brother’s face. He sighed.

“I’m not disappointed in you Y/N. I just... I wish you would’ve told me what was actually going on. So you did find him though, right?” You shook your head.

“Yea. I did.” Minho waited for you to continue but you didn’t.

“And? What happened?” You shrugged and looked a little defeated.

“I immediately realized falling behind was pointless just like looking for him had been. He was high as a kite. Nothing changed there I guess. He didn’t even realize who I was. I just left. Didn’t bother trying to explain. He always hated me anyway, I don’t know why I was so convinced I had to confront him like it would’ve made some kind of difference.” Minho’s jaw ticked. He absolutely hated your biological dad. He’d only met him twice when you both were younger, before your adoption had been finalized and he still had SOME rights to see you. Minho remembered each time as clear as day and neither left him with particularly fond memories of your father.

“Is after you saw him when your night terrors started again?” You shook your head yes.

“God damn it Y/N you said you weren’t having them! Why aren’t you telling me things! You used to tell me everything!” You sat there quietly for a bit with no answer to give, no good answer.

“Min, are you gonna make me tell mom and dad about finding George?” He let out a breath as he considered your question.

“How are you going to explain school?” He quizzed.

“I’m just gonna say I had issues and fell behind. It’s the truth technically.” Minho definitely didn’t like hiding things from your parents but this was actually one of the instances he figured, maybe it was best if they didn’t know.

“As long as you tell them about school and moving back, I won’t mention George. Deal?” You nodded in agreement, smiling at your brother.

Surprisingly enough when you broke the news to your parents about school and moving back during dinner, they took it fairly well. That would probably have been a very different outcome had Minho made you tell your parents about finding your birth father also. You were grateful that he had agreed to not tell your parents. Your mother, always a worrier when it came to you, only wanted to know one thing.

“Where will you be living sweetheart? You know you’re always welcome to your room here.” You grabbed your mom’s hand and gave it a squeeze smiling at her.

“Well about that. While I appreciate the offer mom, I was going to ask Minho if he thought I could stay with him until I got a job and a place of my own? I already failed at school and had to move home I don’t think I can to move back in with my parents on top of all that.” Minho’s eyes got big and he hacked on the bite of food he had in his mouth.

“Well... I don’t know... I live with five other guys Y/N I don’t know if that’s app-” Your mom cut Minho off, pish poshing him.

“Every one of those boys is an absolute sweet heart and a gentleman Minho. I think as long as they didn’t mind it would be fine. Don’t you?” Minho got that look on his face, the one he gets whenever he knows you’re probably about to get your way, the one that makes him look like an irritated kitty cat.

“Pleeaaasssee Min Min? Will you ask them? I promise to help around the dorm and I’ll find a job and my own place asap!” He let out a heavy sigh knowing he couldn’t say no to you now. Not in front of your mom, not when you called him Min Min.

“I'll ASK! But if they say no...” You shook your head.

“Then I’ll just have to suck it up and stay with mom and dad whether I want to or not.” After spending the day with your parents, having dinner, and you and Minho doing the dishes, you both got loaded up with plenty of left overs and in the car to head back to the dorm.

“You think I don’t know you pulled that at dinner, knowing mom would take your side?” You looked at your brother feigning innocence.

“I- Min. Mom is the one that aske-” He scoffed.

“Cut the shit Y/N.” You smirked.

“Okay so I had a feeling mom would bring that up and maybe I knew that she would probably take my side but I really meant what I said about not wanting to have to move back with the parents after everything else. It's too much Minho.” Your brother was thrilled to have you staying with him. It’s not like he didn’t want you around, it was the five other men that lived with him that made him uneasy about the arrangement.

“You have to promise me something Y/N. One thing.” You looked at your brother waiting for what he was going to ask for in return.

“Don’t try anything funny with any of the guys.” Your face started to burn it was so red. You and Minho never talked about stuff like that.

“MINHO!” He shooed his hand at you to shoosh you.

“I mean it! If you want to stay you have to promise that you’re not gonna try and date any of them, I mean it Y/N, I’m serious. It will just end with you getting hurt.” You threw up your hands.

“Minho I don’t even date-” He shook his head.

“I don’t care, promise or you’re not staying, I’ll turn around and take you back to mom and dad’s right now.” He hit the turn signal to get off the highway.

‘’Okay okay! Jeeze I promise I won’t date any of your friends. Christ!” You sat in silence in the car for a bit before you broke the awkward silence again.

“I really will help around the place and find work. I’m not sure where yet but...” Minho sighed.

“Well, I might be able to help with that too. It won’t be anything fancy but I can probably get you in a temp position at the company. If a full-time position opens, I could put in a word. You bounced in your seat.

“If I wasn’t absolutely certain you would crash us into the river, I’d hug you.” Minho cocked his eyebrow at you.

“Bold of you to assume I won’t do it for even considering it.” When you pulled up to the parking lot of the dorm Minho’s text notification went off. He pulled out his phone, looked at it and sighed.

“What’s up?” He quickly text the person back and put it back in his pocket.

“It’s Hannie. He’s back in town but he’s stranded at the company so I gotta go get him. Do you want to come?” You were still fighting jet lag and it had been a long day with your parents. You really didn’t want to.

“I’ll just head up to bed Min. Tell Jisung I said hi and that I’ll see him tomorrow.” You kissed your palm and half smacked your brother in the face a little harder than necessary before quickly getting out of the car.

“Love you!” You ran towards the doors to the building and Minho rolled his eyes and took off to meet Jisung.

It was already pretty late when you were getting in. Most of the dorm lights were off. You navigated through the living room in the dark as best you could, you managed not to hurt yourself at least. Once you got to the hall you could see a little. Chan’s door was closed but you could see the light was on through the crack at the bottom and heard more of the same kind of soft r&b from the day before. You went over and tapped on it lightly and waited to hear if Chan replied. If he was asleep or working with his headphones on you wouldn’t bother him.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened and there was Chan, fresh out of the shower, water still dripping down the lines of his body, his wet curls clumping together and sticking to his forehead. He had one end of a towel scrunched up in one hand, drying his hair and another end of the towel gripped in his other hand drying his midsection. The rest of the towel happened to drape and keep you from seeing EVERYTHING but only barely and his ass was out for the world.

“OHFUCK! Sorry! I... Uh... didn’t see anything!” You closed your eyes and covered them with your hands as you screamed the apology. Chan almost dropped the towel and then wrapped it around himself.

“OH FUCK! FUCK! No Uh I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were back! I uh... I’m covered now.” You opened your eyes again and you both moved, you away from his door, him towards it, tandem movements, almost like dancing. He pushed his hair away from his face and gave you a nervous smile and those damn dimples popped out again. He was equal parts sexy and adorable and he swung wildly back and forth between the two. He walked out dripping wet, firm and naked and then blushed and those dimples showed up and he was the cutest guy you’d ever seen.

“I’m really really sorry Chan!” He was still gripping the towel around him to make sure he was covered but it hung low and you couldn’t help but notice the curve of his hip leading to what was hiding under the towel now.

“No seriously it’s totally my fault, I knew you were staying with us I should have been more careful. I’m really sorry if I made you uncomfortable.” You shook your head.

“No, it’s fine. You didn’t.” You both stood there in awkward silence for a minute, completely red faces.

“I’m... gonna... go get dressed now. Uh can you do me a favor and not tell your brother about this?” Chan opened his door and started backing into his room.

“RIGHT! Yea no, tell him about what? You know?” Chan let out a sigh of relief

“Thanks Y/N, uh, goodnight.” He smiled at you.

“Goodnight Chan.” He closed his door and you went into your room across the hall and shut yours. You leaned against it trying to catch your breath. The way Chan made you feel just the few times you had been around him; no one had ever made you feel like that before and now this? But you had JUST promised your brother.

“Fuck.”

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obsoleteozymandias · 9 months

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Hello, I would like to place an order for "Pair with one of the guys from Twisted Wonderland" (Sorry if the words are wrong, I'm not a person who speaks English, so I apologize).

Gender: female

Pronouns: she/her

Zodiac sign: Sagittarius

Personality: I am a quite diverse person, I am very sensitive, loving, I always listened to others Even if I get very angry, creative, I am always the one who wants to start something, I worry about others.

Likes: I love dancing, since I was a child I have always danced and my favorite genres to dance are KPOP, JPOP, CPOP, Ballet to Tango, Singing, music in general, fashion, I love wearing dresses or costumes that are inspired by my favorite Kpop groups, I am a fan of KPOP girl groups like TWICE, LOONA, TripleS, GFRIEND, LESSERAFIM, RED VELVET, Etc. I also like magical girl series, anime, sweet food like cakes and Facturas (Argentine sweets with Dulce de leche, Those are my favorites).

Dislikes: I don't like cheese, nor hard things, I don't like changing days, nor humidity, that people make fun of my tastes, that they don't respect me.I am a Spanish-speaking person, a person who was born in Argentina, of Spanish descent, I am a person who uses a lot the words that are used like "Boludo" "Che" "Que fachero" "Que genio", etc.

(I say this because of my culture)

And Reference for the couple can be anyone, personally I am a person who talks about many topics, but if they are about fashion or Korean music, they are one of my favorite talks and I can be talking about them until tomorrow.

I hope that helps, anything say if I should add more, have a nice afternoon/evening/morning.

Gotcha. Also no worries about language, I got what you’re saying.

== Twisted Wonderland ==>

I match you up with…

Rook Hunt

I think Rook falls in love with your passion, especially about topics you enjoy. He’s a fanboy himself, and so when he hears you talking about groups you enjoy, he’ll quickly join in with his own obsessions or favorite musicians.

He’ll also do extensive research about everything you’re passionate about just so he can keep up with you.

He’ll also learn dances with you, whether they’re KPOP inspired or tango. He’s always thrilled to be spending time together with you, but any chance to be close to you is extra fun for him.

He lovingly teases you while dancing relentlessly. He really just wants to see you flustered.

He also matches your love for fashion. He’s an appreciator of beauty, after all, and every time he sees you he throws a million compliments filled with genuine love and affection your way.

You two have fun critiquing other people’s outfits together, and in general just watching the world go about its business.

He lets you take the initiative in the relationship. He fully believes himself safe and satisfied in your care, and he’s always pleased to do whatever you want to do.

He also loves that you catch on to things quickly, especially his emotions. Rook is a man shrouded in mystery, but you read him like an open book, and he adores that you can understand him without him needing to speak.

This goes both ways, of course. He knows exactly what you need before you know.

#twst #oz’s requests #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland matchup #twst x reader #matchups #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader

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blackmaylovesfries · 1 year

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Korean line - Danger at Home

Words: 1434

Sinopse: Seventeen Hybrid AU - A mission goes wrong and the government loses the custody of a criminal that knows who you are… What a way to test your hybrids’ hearts, right?

Notices: Not so good English. J-Hope(BTS) and Jingyoung (GOT7) are going to the army, I don’t know why it connects with the chapter, but… ^^

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After your birthday and the crazy paperwork your everyday missions resulted in, your days were as peaceful as can be with 13 men running around your house and work. The routine made you totally forget that the complication in the scarlet mission still wasn’t completely resolved. It was a sunny and beautiful day, most of the boys were at home, just the foreigners hybrids decided to check some friends at the center, when you received The call.

“What did you just say?” You screamed as you got up and slammed your hand on the table. Ren’s voice trembled.

“I.. I’m really sorry, Y/n… Baeko and Jr are already heading your way! But… Miles Blackwell escaped custody.” The poor blonde flinched with the noise you made of pure hate. “I don’t think he can reach you before our official forces get him but you should be prepared…”

“Y/N!” Jeonghan, who almost never screams, yelled your name with so much desperation your face paled instantly.

“Y/n?” Ren also sounded scared but your silence was his font of fear.

“Too late, Ren… I think I’m going to need backup.” Before he could react, you hung up the phone and ran downstairs, where the hybrids were clearly distressed. “What happened?” All 9 heads turned to you. They were obvious at edge, with tense stances and aggressiveness signs.

“Someone is coming in the direction of the house. They are fast and there are a lot of them.” Hoshi was the nearest to the window, but most of them nodded their heads to confirm his words. “I smell danger.”

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“Do you all understand the situation?” You asked as you distributed the guns of your arsenal.

“Yes.” Seungcheol responded. "Psychopath with support of other government found info on people in the center, you included, and now is coming here to kill you and kidnap us.” If the situation wasn’t this dire, you would have laughed. But you just nodded.

“They are here.” Jeonghan was looking out the window of your last floor and saw near 15 people trying to sneak into your property. Normally you would not be that worried, since your security system is quite good but against someone with that kind of backing, you were sure they wouldn’t stop before death.

“Ok, boys. Here is the plan.” You rushed them. The movement sensors outside the house started to blow up your phone. “I need you guys to stay here, in the weaponry. They probably won’t be able to enter the house at all but better safe than sorry, I guess. Although you guys never trained with a gun, Seungcheol and Mingyu know the basics, so just in case something goes wrong.” You heard a loud noise on the first floor.

“I’ll go and monitor the situation, maybe I can take some of them even before the backup arrives.” You smiled to calm down a little. “Don’t open the door. No matter what you listen to, don’t open the door. I��ll call you when it’s all done, ok?” You let a second phone with them before exiting the room and hearing they lock it.

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The boys, now locked inside the weaponry, exchanged looks. All of them knew the situation was grave but they also believed you and the security of their home. Still… None of them were comfortable with your line of thinking, since preparing them for an emergency could mean there was the possibility of said emergency happening.

They all had some hand-to-hand combat training but none of them really knew how to be effective with a gun. Minghao and maybe Vernon were the only ones who were able to fully understand and really help you in a situation like that. So none of the Korean hybrids were naive enough to protest your instructions and decisions.

Jihoon, Jeonghan and Wonwoo kept looking outside the window through the curtains, trying to see something but also to not draw attention to the third floor. Dino, Seungkwan, Hoshi and Seokmin were passing around, studying the room they almost never enter and trying to calm down their energy. S. Coups and Mingyu thou sat in front of the door, listening with attention to all the movement outside.

Inside the room, no one was talking, but their nerves were relaxing as there were no alerting noises and the intruders seemed to still be stuck trying to enter the house. But everything changed when they heard a shot and you screamed. All of them were ready to unlock that door and run to your side.

“Stop!” Chan held the door with his back to stop his hyungs. “She said to wait for her call!”

“Did you just miss her literally screaming?” Seungkwan animal instincts almost took over. “Do you not smell her blood?” All 9 of them could practically feel your distress. Chan just had time to shake his head before there were more gunshots… They held their breath… The shots were coming from inside the house.

They all were full alert, some with flashbacks already creeping beyond all their work in therapy these last months while others were shaking and getting away from the door. As they couldn’t hear or capture any sign of you and your wellbeing, their trauma response took control, with their survival as the only goal.

Suddenly the heavy door received a hard blow from the other side. The younger ones whimpered. This made the older ones wake up a little, deciding that they had to get out of there safely before going after you… They would be useless if dead. So Wonwoo opened the curtains of the only window.

“Oh, they are all inside here!” A greasy and excited voice sounded from outside. Jeonghan and Jihoon got the guns you had put on their hands before everything started. The two passed them to the bigger ones, Mingyu and Seungcheol, both were trembling but did their best to point the guns to the also shaking door.

“Hurry, they are all inside, I guess they think all 13 are here…” Wonwoo whispered, screaming, to the others. “There is no lookout outside, we can go down by the roof and run to the center.” The feline hybrid grabbed Dino by hand to get him to move. The others followed, with Jihon helping. “Don’t look back, just run and be careful not to be seen.”

Just as Jeonghan turned around to help the two with the guns to climb on the roof, the door broke out of its frame, revealing numerous big men in black and with bigger guns.

“Found you.” The leader sang as he faced the terrified hybrids. Coups started to scream and just shot randomly in their direction, with Mingyu following suit. The men cursed. “Don’t kill them! They’re rare ones!” A voice soared above all the gunshots.

“Run! Go!” The two wild hybrids screamed to the cat one, who was already crying but listened to them, running after the youngsters. He could hear shouts and shots behind and below him but, for a miracle, Jeonghan arrived almost without a scratch at the path that led to the center. He just had to go a few meters before finding the boys, with government backup.

Baeko and Jr, who all of them knew, were dumbfounded to see the desperate hybrids. They were always super full of energy, so it was normal to not understand what they were saying but this time… It broke the hearts of the humans…

They could get the general idea of what happened, guiding the boys to behind their trucks, so the soldiers could raid and secure the house. Only after promising to bring you back, they didn’t specify if dead or alive, the diplomats were able to actually do their work.

Back at the house, Seungcheol and Mingyu didn’t last for long with their firearm power. The duo was actually able to incapacitate some of the men who decided to stay instead of going after the others. But they soon had their guns pulled from their hands. There was more cursing and some wrestling, which would be easier for the boys to escape if they weren’t so terrified.

“We just need you alive, no one will care if you’re losing some teeth or an arm.” The leader was pissed and fighting Seungcheol. He and Mingyu started to lose their respective fights. They could feel hope leaving them as the humans pounded their fists in their heads. Mingyu was ready to close his eyes and give up when two shots were heard.

“I’m so sorry!” They could barely respond to you through their tears.

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buffyfan145 · 1 year

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We'll know by 3 pm EDT today but looks like the US actors union is going to go on strike today. While I do support them and the writers, who have been on strike since May, do get fair deals as a fan I'm also extremely worried about my shows and upcoming movies. The last time both unions were on strike was 1960 and I'm seeing things that the studios might drag this out for the rest of the year which means nothing that's American shows or movies will film for the rest of the year and no fall scripted shows on the broadcast networks and they wouldn't even come back in January like they were thinking but take the whole upcoming TV season off. I do think a lot of us fans need to be prepared for mass cancellations as the last writers strike the studios did this to get back at them and "save money" and now with the actors striking too and being on the brink of a recession here in the US the studios are likely going to cancel even more. So basically nothing is safe even if it was already renewed, filming, or even in post-production. There are a few exceptions and I'll break it down below as Deadline and others have posted the actors strike rules.

No filming can be done on US studio productions worldwide for both TV and movies as long as the strike lasts similar to how Covid stopped prodution

Exception to this is fully independent films/shows with no studio backing

Actors can film shows/movies that are fully produced by other countries with no US ties (British, Canadian, Australian, German, Italian, Japanese, Korean, etc.)

Soap operas and daytime children's shows are under a separate contract so this doesn't affect them at all and they will film like normal (At least I still have Y&R LOL)

Wrestling like WWE and AEW aren't under any union even if some of the wrestlers are SAG members so they'll be able to keep wrestling

Actors won't be able to do any press or promotions for their current or upcoming movies and TV shows

They also can't use social media to promote their work so we'll either see actors be less active or more active

They also are discouraged from attending any cons especially San Deigo Comic Con even if the strike ends before the con next week. This one is a bit tricky since they can go to promote past work and sign autographs but can't do any panels so the union is saying it's easier if they just cancel. So I hope those fans who want refunds can get them.

#movies #tv

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quxxn0fhxarts · 3 months

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black coffee and cigarettes - South Park AU (Aged Up - 18+ : Chapter 1 - Conformist on Goth Action

AN: This is my first ever South Park fic. Go easy. I have only been a fan since 2018, so forgive me if I miss some lore. I know Liane Cartman was intersex but then it was a cover-up or something, just ignore it. Enjoy!

IMPORTANT: Everyone has been aged up to 18, links to AO3 and Wattpad at the end of the post. Photo and Fic Cover Made with Mage.Space June 28th, 2008 11:10 PM

Cabin Salmon at Camp Stark, South Park, Colorado

Michael hated going to Camp, but he had to go every summer. At least Pete was there most summers... but he and his family went to Florida until August. He hated the types of people that went to Camp, conformists, jocks, Christians... He wished his parents didn't force him to go... he wanted to be at The Village Inn with Henrietta and Firkle.

At least the Camp's Activities were mostly optional. He could mostly avoid outdoor activities by making friendship bracelets or arts and crafts. He was glad they removed those bigger 40-person cabins to a more intimate three-person cabin. The only thing Michael hated more than jocks was a group of them altogether.

Per his luck, he was stuck with two Jock, but he considered Kyle Broflovski an okay person... still didn't like him because he was a conformist. Kenny McCormick was a neutral guy; he couldn't get into many cliques since his family was poor. They had been at Camp for a few weeks, and Michael was going crazy.

Kyle wouldn't let him smoke in the cabin. He would say, 'It messes with my sinuses,' and 'I don't want to have my lungs all shriveled and black from secondhand smoke.' Michael thought the guy needed something to vent or complain about. Kyle was always venting or speaking about something.

Kenny wasn't as annoying as Kyle. He didnt talk much... the only thing that bothered Michael about Kenny was that he constantly was talking about sex, jerking off in his bed, talking about 'big tittied Asians.' It was exhausting. It was obvious that Kenny fetishized asians, and Michael was half Korean.

The one that pissed Michael off the most was when Kyle said, 'How do you not have lung cancer by now after smoking since we were 10'. He wasn't so mad at it because he was scared. He started smoking because he wanted to minimize the time he was on this earth... He has always heard it, and he is sick of it. It also pissed Michael off when Kyle would say, 'That's your sign to quit smoking,' when Michael would have coughing fits.

Though his body and condition irritated Michael, coming to Camp was always hard for him. He would get in trouble if he were caught smoking, not that he didn't want to get in trouble, but his things would be searched, and they would make him throw his cigarette stash away.

Because of this, he would have to find another way to keep his mouth busy. He had oral fixation, so he had to distract himself by chewing gum or something. If he ran out of things to do to keep his fixation at bay, he would start biting his tongue or nails to the point of hurting himself... and he did this every summer.

Probably the most taxing was how long he would wear his binder. It was summer, so he couldn't wear baggy jackets to hide his chest. Michael was born intersex. It was only another thing he had to suffer from in this world. Not to mention, his bust was big, so he had massive back pain.

From a young age, his parents forced him to identify as male, which now he was cool with... it just fucked him up whenever he would have 'female' problems. His mother would gaslight him into thinking he was imagining it, and his father knew nothing about vaginas. He had to learn how to care for himself at that time of the month through blogs online.

Michael took a good hot shower after Kyle snuck out for the night, Clyde scored some liquor, and there was going to be a rager in the forest. So, Michael felt safe enough to take off his binder and take a nice hot shower.

He thought that he had plenty of time before he had to put back on his binder. he was going to put on a shirt and hug a pillow to go to sleep... he was drying off, going to his side of the room, finding a jumbo shirt to put on... but then something hit the floor, and he flinched.

"Holy fuck..." Kyle said wide-eyed, standing in the doorframe with Kenny just behind him.

"Holy shit..." Kenny yelped as he dropped his bottle of beer, "I... never thought I would witness Double E tits in real life..." Kenny was so moved he almost teared up, "They are amazing..."

"Fuck!" Michael's squeak of panic brought the boys back to reality, "Don't fucking look, you pervs," Michael yelled.

Kyle and Kenny had returned to the cabin because they had forgotten their phones. They wanted to see if they had received any service in the forest. After this interaction, they forgot to take their phones and quickly left the cabin. They didn't stay at the rager for long because they were too worried about Michael's wrath... they knew they would get in trouble as soon as they got back. Kenny finally just said they should go back and get it over with.

When they returned, Michael wasn't in the cabin, but they smelled cigarettes, so they knew he couldn't be far. "Just stay here, okay... I will deal with him,"

"What, why?" Kenny asked, wanting to see Michael's knockers again.

"Tits make you go crazy. this is sensitive... just let me deal with it, okay?" Kyle said, and Kenny nodded, headed to the bathroom to rub one out to the memory of those EE cups.

Kyle left the cabin and followed the smoke, finding Michael close in the forest. He was leaning against a tree. The moon was full, so it was easy to see. He was crying...

"Just leave me alone, Broflovski," He muttered, but Kyle ignored him, sitting across from him. Kyle saw that Michael had finished the carton and downed another pack.

"It's um... it's not that big of a deal," Kyle started, and Michael glared at him, "n-not that we saw you naked... I mean, I don't see you any differently. You are brave,"

"Brave? What the fuck are you going on about, Perv,"

"I mean... being trans in a small little mountain town like South Park... you're fucking amazing,"

"I'm not transgender, you fuckwad," Michael pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Then you... I'm sorry I'm confused," Kyle sighed.

"This isn't a fucking moment Broflovski..." Michael sniffled, "It's none of your business."

"No... I mean, you're right. It's none of my business. I just... I feel like you need to talk to someone," Kyle said, and Michael sighed. "I have been walked in on plenty of times. I usually get hella embarrassed and sleep it off... and you are crying," Kyle said, and Michael huffed.

"You're a jock, I am goth... we are not friends,"

"Well... I may not be your friend, but you're my friend," Kyle said with a smile... Michael fucking hated it when he smiled. he hated that he was so nice. He didn't like the butterflies he felt when Kyle was so nice to him.

"Fuck You, douchebag..." Michael pulled his legs into a hug and rested his head on his knees. "I am intersex..."

"Oh, okay," Kyle shrugged.

"You said that like it's normal," Michael scoffed.

"I mean... it isn't normal, but it isn't that rare, but Cartman's mom is intersex," Kyle said.

"She is?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "Is that why Cartman is such a fucking asshole,"

"Maybe, he has always been an asshole," Kyle shrugged and blushed, trying not to look at Michael's chest. He knew he did something because he looked like he did normally. Everyone thought he had big pecs or was a little chunky. "Can... can I ask how you hide them?"

Michael blushed and looked away, "a chest binder... it's like a tank top, but it compresses better."

"Is that safe?" Kyle asked, and Michael raised an eyebrow, "I mean... if it compresses, then I am sure it might cut off circulation. You have really big boobs," Kyle blushed, "Er, I mean... just is it safe?"

"Yeah... it's safe," Michael couldn't look Kyle in the eye. "It's irritating at the moment because I wear it so much. I usually get some heat rash at Camp. But normally, I can hide it with a less intense binder and a hoodie,"

"That is bad, Michael..." Kyle felt bad, "you don't have to wear it when it's just you, Kenny, and me... it's not healthy to have it on all the time,"

"Yeah, right, with McCormick around? He already tries to get in my pants because I am Asian, and he is a fucking sex freak," Michael dryly laughed but then immediately froze as Kyle grabbed his wrist softly.

"You don't have to worry about him, okay? He doesn't mean any harm. I will make sure he doesn't perv out on you as long as you feel free to rest without the binder," Kyle said. Michael was happy that it was dark enough to cover his red face.

"O-okay,"

———- 1:29 AM Michael thought he had a vivid wet dream at first—the ones where you can feel touch in your dreams—but then he fluttered his eyes open, hearing an uncharacteristic high-pitched panting—aka moaning.

He looked up at the ceiling, inhaling and exhaling rigidly. He fluttered his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Michael felt someone between his legs. he didn't have to look down to see who it was. He brought a pillow to his face and bit it, holding back a moan as Kenny started rubbing his ring finger and middle finger up and down Michael's pussy.

Michael fluttered his eyes to look up at the top bunk. he saw Kyle's hand dangling and his slight snore.

"What the fuck are you doing, Pervert," Michael tried to sound threatening, but he bit his lip, and his entire body was trembling with pleasure. He looked down to see Kenny glance up, giving Michael a little smirk.

"Finding your clitoris," Kenny said as he had been with Cartman's Mom before, her clitoris was easy to find as it was fused with her cock. Michael wasn't fused. He had a cunt where his testicles should be while the testicles were still inside of him. His clit was just below the base of his cock. "Want me to stop?" He said while pressing Michael's cock to the side and flicking his tongue on the clit, quickly reaching up to cover Michael's mouth as he grunted loud and bucked his hips.

"Fuck..." Michael bit on Kenny's finger, whimpered, glaring up at Kyle as he failed his job not even two hours after he promised... but fuck did this feel like heaven. "W-what are you doing? Don't stop," Michael panted, unable to keep his lids open or his eyes uncrossed. Kenny buried his face in Michael's crotch before swiping up so every inch of his stubbly facial hair brushed along Michael's hairless velvety soft pussy and skin.

"I already made you cum in your sleep... bout to do it again," Kenny said, planting kisses on Michael's bare stomach, up to his chest, which still had the shirt taught. "I wanna watch your face this time," Kenny kissed Michaels's neck before inching closer to his face.

Michael whimpered, turning his head to the side as Kenny sucked on his adam's apple, crossing his legs as Kenny rubbed on his clit harder. You could hear the crickets outside, Michael's muffled moans, and wet sounds as Kenny pleasured Michael.

"You sound so fucking lewd," Kenny spoke, pressing his lips against Michael's ear, "You were sopping wet before I even touched you," Kenny lightly bit on Michaels's ear, making him moan. "You were touching yourself in your sleep...".

"Sh-shit," Michael gasped in pleasure.

"Now-now..." Kenny chuckled lowly, covering Michael's mouth, "You don't want to wake Kyle, do you?

"Fuck... that feels so good," Michael whimpered, hugging his arms around Kenny. Pressing his face in Kenny's neck, he bit on his shoulder, trying not to make noises.

"Come on... cum for me," Kenny whispered as he ground against Michael's leg. Michael blushed as he could feel Kenny's fat cock hard against his thigh... even with Kenny still having his pajamas on. "Here..." Kenny switched hands to insert a finger in Michael's mouth so he could bite it. "See how good you taste?" he said, Michael's wetness still on his fingers.

"S-Shit," Michael tensed up as he arched his back, whimpering as Kenny started to press a finger inside of his cunt. "D-Dont-"

"Holy Shit..." Kenny widened his eyes, "Youre so fucking tight, youre a virgin," He smiled from ear to ear. Michael tried to glare at him, cringing as Kenny continued to finger him but much more gently. Kenny pulled up Michaels's shirt and started to kiss and suck on Michael's nipple. The Goth Boy fluttered his lashes and looked up, flinching as Kyle sat up, looking down with wide eyes.

"Dude..." That was all Kyle could say. Michael closed his eyes and bit his lip... unable to control his moans as his body tensed up, his touch becoming more desperate as he hugged Kenny, hiding his face on his chest. He instinctively crossed his legs and let out a little scream as he came, squirting as Kenny took his finger out of him to suck them dry.

"Fuck... you taste so sweet," Kenny said, leaning down to kiss Michael on the lips. The goth kissed back and bashfully looked up to look at Kyle, who was touching himself... maybe this summer wouldn't be too bad after all.

———- 2:27 AM

North Stark Lake, South Park, Colorado

Vampir and his crew of vamps had their own 'rager' in the woods, though they just had a lousy beer and clamato juice. He was tipsy since he barely drank because he was a straight edge.

He was stumbling aimlessly around the woods as he had to take a leak. He lost the path back to where they were hanging out and needed to learn how to return to the cabin. He thought he was headed in the right direction, but he came out in the clearing of the lake and saw the Camp on the other side.

He sighed and started to return to the Camp, but that's when he heard something. He turned around to see if it was one of his friends. "Bloodrayne?" no one answered, "Vladimir?"

He was beginning to freak out... but then he saw a large snarling snout coming out of the shadow, followed by glowing red eyes. "Fuck!" Vampir shouted, breaking off in a run, but it was useless... he was tackled to the ground, and the last thing he remembered before blacking out was the tearing of his flesh and a howl.

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rhaenys-queenofkhyrulzz · 1 year

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mctna modern au headcannon

Since the show is set in historical times, it’s safe to say that the ideals/norms of that society would somewhat apply to the characters. Hence our boys’ long flowing hair. This will be a long post focusing on that so fair warning.

If this were a research paper, I’d get yelled at for using wikipedia as my source but I think the info is well enough known for me to get away with it.

Historically, East Asian cultures viewed long hair as a sign of youth and aesthetic beauty. Long hair is associated with private life and sexuality.

In ancient China and Korea, hair was regarded as a precious legacy from parents. Most people would never cut their hair after they became adults, and cutting off one's hair was a penalty for minor crimes.

Even today, South Korea is still a comparatively traditional and conservative society. Not to the same degree with hair however.

At about an hour before midnight on December 30, 1895, King Gojong became one of the first victims of reforms that were to take place on Jan. 1. The most troubling of these reforms was the edict that all Korean men were to have their top-knots removed.

In the late 19th century, the Korean empire under Japanese colonial rule had to go through many reforms- one of which was that men had to cut the very (long) hair that had for centuries held great traditional and social value.

You’re probably wondering where all this is going. Here’s the bridge in reasoning:

Hair length regulations have a long history in Korea. In the 1970s, President Park Chung Hee’s military regime viewed long hair as decadent, associated with the “hippie” lifestyle. There were strict rules regarding school attire and hair length, and the male students’ hairstyle was close to an army cut.

By the time my au is set in 2023, let’s assume that the mctna gang are the same relative age as WDH and YSJ in real life. Working with that timeline, Nam Jeon (and assuming that he would’ve been around 32 or so when Seon-ho was born) would definitely have been a skl boy around the 1970s following the same ideals.

Basically, despite traditions going a complete 180, Nam Jeon is still someone who is greatly influenced by the idea of tradition and societal perception- especially when it comes to things that he expressly believes in.

That’s why I think that in a modern au, he would’ve definitely forced Seon-ho to keep his hair short throughout his childhood and teenage years. It’s only once Seon-ho goes off into the world on his own, trying to stay the hell away from Nam Jeon and anything related to him, he starts fighting back with the little things too. Once he completes his mandatory military service, the easiest and most blatant thing he can do at first is to start growing out his hair. So he does.

Despite having to do a lot of work on his own to support himself financially now [goddamnit Hwi just because I’m staying with you doesn’t mean I’m not gonna try to help pay for the extra groceries and added bills], he makes time to care for his hair and, after a while, he realises that it feels good to see something that he’s nurtured yield results. It becomes sort of like a project to him in the way that gardening might be for others and he genuinely enjoys it now.

At the point when our au starts in 2023, his hair is about three quarters as long as it was in canon and Hwi (who joined in on the long hair train cuz he’s just laid back and chill like that) now has a relatively long ponytail of his own.

Anyways, all that to say I think our boys would have long hair ;)

#mctna #headcannon #long post #nam seon ho #seo hwi #tw: nam jeon #idk i just think it'd be neat #seonhwi mentions #mostly just seon ho being rebellious and actually liking where all this ended up #he tried to dye his hair blue at some point but chickened out in the hair salon #cuz nooooo his precioussss

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trolagygirl2022 · 1 year

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bestie can u give me details about this runext trainee might be added or join

Like her zodiac sign and describe her appearance

If she a Korea or foreigner

u said babymonster might he drastically change how the members will feel about this changing members and add new trainee including the runext trainee

If the lineups and the numbers will change how many it will be 6 or 5 or 7

Is there concept hip hop or rnb maybe girl crush or teen crush like itzy

An RUNEXt trainee in BABY MONSTER?

(vote for mother Jiwoo on weverse!)

Which RUNEXT trainee? The Magician, 4 of Swords, Death, Queen of Cups, 4 of Cups, 6 of Cups, The Fool

Very talented and quite young. They may not have had much screentime on the show perhaps? They may have an intimidating aura to them or will go through a concept change. I'm getting that they can be a possible Cancer/Pisces/Scorpio. The Lovers is over deck and 6 of Wands is under so they are well liked and popular or will be.

Apperance? 2 of Wands, Death, 4 of Wands, 6 of Wands, Queen of Pentacles, 2 of Swords

Average height, Black/Brown hair, Thin, In shape. With the Death card they probably will get plastic surgery. Especially with the 7 of cups underneath.

Korean? Queen of Cups, 3 of Wands, Ace of Pentacles.

Yeah maybe.

Foreigner? Judgement, Ace of Wands, 9 of Swords

No.

How will the Baby Monster members react to an RUNEXT trainee joining Baby Monster? The High Priestess, Ace of Pentacles, 3 of Pentacles, 10 of Wands

Some would think she worked hard and is talented enough for the opportunity while others don't want to say. The Devil is underneath so take it as you will.

How many Baby Monster members will they have? 4 of Wands, Stregnth, 8 of Cups, 9 of Swords, Wheel of Fortune, Queen of Cups, 3 of Wands, Queen of Wands.

Not getting a clear answer but it will be a balanced amount. And omg the 8 of cups... someone is defiantly leaving.

What type of concept will Baby Monster have? Judgement, The Magician, The Tower, The World, 2 of Swords, Knight of Swords.

Idk maybe the post about them having a hip-hop concept is true. It will make them stand out but it isn't a good move as it will generate tons of backlash and people might say how certain members don't fit in the concept. The Hanged Man is over deck and I can safely say YG doesn't know what they are doing with this group 💀.

#baby monster tarot #baby monster #kpop tarot

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ausark-media · 2 years

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#seoul Halloween crush

Ausark — A fresh graduate in her first full-time job; a teenager who helped raise her siblings after their father’s death; a foreign exchange student excited for his first trip to Asia. In the seven days since 156 people were killed in a Halloween crush in the South Korean capital, the names and stories of those who died have emerged, along with details of missed warnings and desperate calls for help. According to police emergency call logs, multiple calls were made as early as four hours before the tragedy unfolded, as the crowd in Seoul’s buzzy nightlife district Itaewon became so packed that partygoers were unable to move or breathe. Videos taken over the course of that night show revelers realizing, at first slowly then in a rush of panic, that what was supposed to be a fun night out was spiraling dangerously out of control. Police ultimately sent four police dispatches to the site that evening, but too few and too late to prevent the disaster. Families are mourning the loss of their loved ones, with most victims in their teens and 20s. Amid the grief, anger has grown with demands for answers as to how things could have gone so terribly wrong. Here’s a look back at how the disaster unfolded – and the early danger signs that went unheeded. Halloween in Itaewon isn’t a single event held by an organizer – rather, it’s a popular place for young people, often dressed in elaborate costumes, to go bar hopping and clubbing. From the Itaewon subway station, the main nightlife strip can be accessed via a sloping alleyway less than 4 meters wide (13 feet), that runs between the brick wall of the Hamilton Hotel and some stores. On weekends, the alley becomes a busy thoroughfare for people coming and going, giving it a convivial atmosphere where friends meet up and party. By 4 p.m. on October 29, crowds had become “significantly big,” said Park Chang-ki, a parking attendant who worked across the road from the alley where most of the crush took place. By 5 p.m., the alley was so packed it was completely blocked off, according to the owner of a restaurant facing the alley. At 6:34 p.m., police received an emergency call – the first of 11 increasingly urgent calls that first pleaded for crowd control, then for rescuers. “That alley doesn’t look safe … It feels like (people) can be crushed to death,” the caller said. “I barely escaped, I think you need to control this, there are simply too many people.” “Police will come out and check that out,” the officer responded. By 7 p.m., people in the alley were spilling out onto the adjacent main road, said Park, the parking attendant. According to police logs, the second emergency call came just after 8 p.m., with the caller saying people were being pushed, falling and getting hurt. “It’s chaotic … I think it needs to be controlled somehow,” the caller said. Similar warnings, growing more dire, soon followed. Just after 8:30 p.m., a caller warned police the situation was “really serious.” Twenty minutes later, another caller said it felt like a “madhouse.” “It’s not a joke. It’s not a prank call,” they said, adding: “I beg you.” Things rapidly escalated between 8 p.m. to 9 p.m, with footage showing the Itaewon streets – lined with clubs and bars blasting music – packed with revelers standing shoulder to shoulder, some pushing forward in a slow-moving wave. Crowds aren’t unusual for Seoul, or for the Itaewon area, which is often full of partygoers on weekends. Some experts have said this may have contributed to the disaster, with residents unaware of the danger because they were used to being in tightly packed crowds. In a selfie video taken at 8:41 p.m., 22-year-old French exchange student Anne-Lou Chevalier and her friends laugh about the number of people as they wait in the middle of an unmoving crowd. “At the beginning we thought it was funny,” said Chevalier. “We heard Halloween in Itaewon was amazing.”

But unease soon set in. In a video taken just minutes later, the group’s laughter has taken on a nervous edge as one girl says, “Just try not to fall.” Another responds, “I’m scared.” Shortly after, Chevalier says, they began to feel crushed; she passed out and was evacuated, with a photo taken at 8:58 p.m. that shows her being lifted away from the crowd by two men. By 9 p.m., an emergency caller urged police to “make an emergency dispatch now,” saying a “big accident could occur at any moment.” Several other callers around this time warned that people were being trampled on, describing the situation as “horrible.” One caller, at 9:02 p.m., put it more bluntly: “Somebody is going to die.” By 9:30 p.m., the streets were crammed full; some people reported not even being able to exit the nearby subway station, with new partygoers still arriving in the area. By now, the danger was apparent. Ian Chang, a 21-year-old university student from Florida, arrived in Itaewon around 9:40 p.m., planning to meet his friend Steven Blesi, another American exchange student – but the crowds were so severe he messaged Blesi at 10:17 p.m., urging him to avoid the area. It’s not clear if his warning ever reached Blesi – one of the two American victims who died that night, the other being 20-year-old Anne Gieske from Kentucky. Sometime before 10 p.m., Emily Farmer, a 27-year-old English teacher in Seoul, escaped into a bar after being “overwhelmed” by the crowds. Shortly after, she said, rumors began spreading that somebody had died and patrons were not allowed to leave. By 10:21 p.m., some began taking desperate measures; a photo shows a man scaling a wall to escape, cheered on by bystanders unaware of what was happening.

Minutes later, police began receiving reports of people being “buried” in the crowd. “At 10:23 p.m. we received more than five reports that people fell, and they could either get hurt or die,” a first responder told Ausark, speaking on condition of anonymity because they were not authorized to talk to the media. Authorities rushed to the scene, where they saw up to “10 rows of faces – we couldn’t even see their legs,” said the first responder. They said workers pulled out the people in the bottom row first – but “when we laid them (on the ground), most of them were unconscious.” The sheer volume of people also made it difficult for police to reach those who needed help. Video posted to social media showed people performing compressions on other partygoers lying on the ground as they waited for medical attention. Sophia Akhiyat, an American doctor in Itaewon that night, was whisked to a side street after telling an officer she could possibly help. “I was completely overwhelmed but I started CPR on the first body I saw,” she said. “It was so chaotic because there were so many victims on the floor, along with foot traffic and partygoers and music blasting from surrounding restaurants and clubs that had no idea what was going on.” Adding to the confusion was the fact that most people were in costume that night – meaning some mistook police officers for fellow partygoers. One 20-year-old eyewitness, who requested anonymity because she did not feel comfortable having her name published, said when an officer tried to direct the crowds, she heard someone ask: “Is he a real policeman?” By 11:46 p.m., South Korea’s Yonhap News Agency had reported that dozens of people were receiving medical assistance after suffering from “cardiac arrest,” citing fire authorities. Photos show the road full of police cars, with officers cordoning off the area. At 11:55 p.m., the Seoul metropolitan government sent an emergency alert to residents in the Itaewon area, requesting vehicles to turn away due to “an emergency accident near Hamilton Hotel.” “Citizens, please return home as soon as possible,” it read – which would be repeated in several more alerts in the following hours. This was more than five hours after the first emergency call had come in, with reports of the disaster beginning to circulate widely on social media. Around 12:14 a.m., the country’s National Police Agency made its first report to agency chief Yoon Hee-keun, according to Yonhap. President Yoon Suk Yeol dispatched a disaster medical assistance team to Itaewon, ordering hospitals to prepare emergency beds. By 12:30 a.m., the scale of the tragedy was becoming clear, with photos showing a line of blue body bags on the street, as first responders rushed the wounded onto stretchers and into ambulances. Just after 1 a.m., authorities released the first death toll of 59 killed as they worked frantically to transfer injured people to nearby hospitals, and bodies to multiple mortuaries. Read the full article

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