#sorry this took a while to answer btw! my ass has been having a Schedule lately

[pseudepigraphon]

i love your art style so much!!! it brings to mind classical artists and it’s just. ajdjjffjkfkvkf incredible. how did you go about developing such a unique style? i feel like i’m in a rut of my art looking very generic and i’m not sure how to get out of that.

thank you so much !!! i'm not sure if i would call myself qualified to give advice but here goes.

first things first, i wanna say that i totally understand your feelings, at times i've struggled and will likely continue to struggle with the fear that my art is generic and unrecognizable. to that i'd like to say that unrecognizability is a very nebulous concept; there's no hard line between distinct and not so. is renowned art not often a part of movements? also consider that your perspective is likely very skewed by the fact that it's your art -- not necessarily that you may be harsher on yourself than you would be on another person but the fact that no one else is looking at your art as much as you are. however long it takes you to draw you're staring at all your art for the entirety of its drawing, when no one else has. i've noticed it in all kinds of creative stuff i do -- with writing too i'll often go "ugh this is boring and generic and obvious" and then i'll remember that i've typed at and reread this manuscript a bajillion times. it's a matter of perspective! try to remember that when a person sees your artwork it is the work as is, they do not have the familiarity that you do with your own process and the time it took to do so. they have fresher eyes, it’ll be new to them!

if you find you're beginning to get stuck in a rut of self-criticism that feels harsher than usual, the best things you can do (at least in my experience) are: 1 DO STUDIES! or 2 TRY SOMETHING WACKY!

1 DO STUDIES! look at the work of artists you admire! go look at something in your house, out in your life! find a photo or object you really like! and STUDY THAT THING! When you get an idea for something to draw, STUDY THAT TRAIN OF THOUGHT! EXPLORE IT! explore the world and the visuals you can draw from it in all its nooks and crannies!

obviously studies are pretty broad as like. a Thing, and i mentioned several types above. studies are basically like artistic practice, with you visually following your trail of thought until you're secure enough in your skills that you can then advance onto proper pieces. like taking a practice test !

if you really like an artist and want to figure out what exactly makes their style click, then look at your favorite pieces and use it as a reference, sketch the piece down, try to figure out what you can do, deduce what techniques they did and replicate them. as a note, obviously with these if you want to share them then mention it's a study, though i would recommend you only share if it's a well known and/or artist who has died, due to the fact that it's kind of disrespectful to try and get art clout off of someone's work that they could have gleaned. but also a study doesn't have to be a copy -- there are plenty of artists who try to work in another artist's style but use their favorite characters or pairings instead (me included, lol)

but also i would highly recommend studying how to draw from real references ! go outside and do art out in the environment, or even just from the view from the nearest window, or the objects on your desk. the thing about studies is that they're practice, they flex the muscles that drive your inner skill that can then be projected into pieces with less second guessing.

2 TRY SOMETHING WACKY! i'm a big 'oh my god i need enrichment in my enclosure or i will DIE' kind of guy, so i find that these really help too. sometimes when i'm stuck in a rut it's because i've burrowed myself too much into monotony, i've done too much similar things for too long. if you feel that way, then try something WACKY just completely OUT OF LEFT FIELD something you've NEVER DONE BEFORE (not literally Completely different from what you're used to but y'know ! something new!) whether it be a medium or style or approach or technique or subject matter or what !!! it's basically the aforementioned enrichment -- yeah sure trying something you're not used to can end in frustration or a result not as good as you'd like, but it'll also give that great spark of variety that can make you go "WOAH! I REALLY LIKE THIS!" and boom, you've both rejuvenation and a new idea / method / aspect of style in your arsenal

if i had to think of the main thing that's influenced how i stylize people, i'd probably land it on franco-belgian comics / bandes dessinées, especially les tuniques bleues and corto maltese. i have no idea if my art looks like bd art, or if it ever did, but it's a huge love of mine and likely bled in somehow, hah. but of course that's only a fraction of what you'd call an 'art style'. (in general i'd say the main pillar of my philosophy with approaching stylizing people is to make them unique and to avoid conventional beauty. to bring out imperfection and the subtle traits that blossom out to make a person's face their own. because i love human faces, but also i love human faces when they don't look like white twink / instagram gal #455934384)

i would say i developed my style by just admiring and referencing from things i love !!! those, if it isn't obvious enough, being things like folk art, clothing and textiles across history, manuscripts from all across the world (if you want manuscripts to dig through i have a bunch of links to some stashed here, along with a bunch of other art history resources), aspects of nature like karst formations but also how things in nature are stylized into art by people and how they have over time. i'm a big art history fan so i tend to absorb a lot of information, technical and artistic, about art across history in its many forms, methods, and across peoples. obviously not everyone likes art history so i can't prescribe it as a panacea but a love for how people across time and space have done things is so fascinating to me, from the swirling dots of jōmon figures to the curling leaves of medieval french manuscripts to the movement of haida transformation masks to the shine of byzantine mosaics to the flora of batik to this and that.

i can't tell you to get a special interest in art history, but i can tell you to look at what you love and find out why you love it. and study. and try something wacky. and remember that there is always another branch to grow. godspeed ! :-)

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 309: Gotta Go My Own Way

Previously on BnHA: Muscular was all “well if it isn’t the protagonist on his solo journey of self-discovery, for some reason I’m unironically glad I get to fight you!” Deku was all “hey Muscular before I finish kicking your ass would you please take a moment to answer these two survey questions? Question one, do you regret being a total piece of shit? And question two, if you could do anything at all in the world other than being a total piece of shit, would you?” Muscular was all, “pfft, no and no.” Deku was all, “thanks buddy, your feedback helps make me a better hero, here’s a coupon for fifteen percent off your next ass-whooping.” Then he whooped his ass.

Today on BnHA: Deku is all “what up All Might can you believe you’ve been here this entire time?” All Might is all “I sure can since that’s literally my catch phrase, anyway how are your magic movie 1 gauntlets holding up?” Deku is all “they’re holding up fine, how are Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist doing?” Hawks, Endeavor, and Best Jeanist are all “we, your fellow co-conspirators, are also doing fine, thanks for asking!” Flashback!Deku is all “anyway so I secretly have All Might’s quirk and the most dangerous people in the world are after me, so sorry mom but that’s why I’m dropping out of school.” Inko is all “I CAN’T ACCEPT THAT” while totally accepting it. All Might is all “I GUESS WE’LL JUST HAVE TO GO ALONG WITH IT SINCE I DON’T FEEL LIKE TRYING TO STOP HIM.” Hawks, Jeanist, and Endeavor, as previously mentioned, are all “yeah that sounds like a good plan”, and Gran is all “see ya kid, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” So basically everyone in the entire world has suddenly teamed up with Deku to defeat AFO, except for the one person whose entire foreshadowed endgame is “teaming up with Deku to defeat AFO.” O Kacchan where art thou.

dear tumblr image limit: okay look. you don’t like me, and I don’t like you. but just as an experiment, I’m gonna try writing this recap with as few images as possible and we’ll see how it goes

(ETA: spoilers for how it went: it didn’t, lol.)

oh my god WHY ARE WE OPENING WITH MORE KETSUBUTSU ACADEMY KIDS.ffs we’d better at least finally get some Ms. Joke content out of this

(ETA: seriously who do I have to bribe.)

so these two KB kids who no one cares about are watching Deku leap away from the scene after dispatching Muscular. but more importantly wtf is this chapter title omg. “I can’t stay being a child” so that’s how it is huh. we’re gonna have feels and we’re going to like them. well then

oh my god he’s hauling Muscular away dhfksklfkh okay this is gonna have to be our first image because I can’t fucking help myself. look at this

just. Deku is so tiny and he’s carting away this massive unconscious lump of a man like it’s nothing why is this so funny to me. it’s like when people buy furniture, and they don’t want to pay extra for delivery and so they’re like, “I can definitely fit this king-sized mattress in the back of my compact sedan if I fold the fucking seat down, idk.” and they refuse to be talked out of it, and the next thing you know you’re watching them drive home with their open trunk door haphazardly tied down with bungee cords, and somehow it fucking works. because it turns out the compact sedan has super strength

anyway for SOME REASON now Horikoshi is all “have fun with that Deku, meanwhile we now return you to your regularly scheduled SHINDOU CONTENT” whyyyyyy

look at this. we’re really using up a whole fucking entire page on everyone arguing over who gets the honor of carrying Shindou

love how the civilians are all, “shit lol is this actually our fault?? quick, how do we play this off all casual like we were the reasonable parties here all along”

turns out all it took to finally get them to listen was making them watch while a kid got his insides ground into a pulp because of their stupidity!! what a heartwarming conclusion to this little standoff

anyways THANK GOD we’re cutting back to Deku now!! well actually we’re cutting back to Muscular who is being dropped off at the police precinct, good bye and good riddance lol

so Deku’s leaving him there and bounding away and okjdlSKFJLKJDSL OH MY GOD

no fucking way. no fucking way this little jaunt is All Might-sanctioned and approved. are you serious?? then who else is in on this?? what the hell is going on

so All Might is just WAITING FOR HIM IN AN ALLEY FFF WHO ARE YOU, JIM GORDON. or would Alfred be a better analogy here?? but like, Alfred if he ditched the suit for a moto jacket and shades

this new ensemble of All Might’s may or may not severely impact my ability to take this forthcoming conversation seriously; please stand by

also, quite the spectacular landing there, Deku. seriously lol what was that

“HOW ARE YOUR LIMBS” “THANKS TO YOU THEY’RE COMPLETELY FINE” I’M SORRY WHAT

LOL WHAT. “THANKS TO THE POWER OF THESE MAGIC GLOVES” OH I SEE THAT EXPLAINS IT

are these the same gauntlets from the first movie, then? well that’s all well and good, except that now there’s going to be more Deku Discourse than fucking ever lol. so if it’s all the same to you guys, I’m gonna once again go ahead and declare this week’s post a discourse-free zone, at least when it comes to the specific discourse of Deku’s merits as a MC, and the impact that him kicking ass and having working arms has on said merits. this has been something of a low mental energy week for me, so I’d rather reserve the energy I do have for more fun topics, such as All Might’s bitchin’ leather jacket

anyway so All Might’s saying that the gauntlets will help reinforce Deku’s arms, but they can’t withstand OFA at 100%. so basically it’s a support item designed to maintain the status quo lol. we’re basically in the same situation we were before, arm-capability-wise

homg All Might’s getting a call. time to see who else is in on Operation: Deku Alone?? or not so alone for that matter

omg

HI HAWKS, WHERE ARE YOUR WINGS

(ETA: seriously are they really gone for good?? why would he even be back on active duty then?? does he have his own American ex-boyfriend who can hook him up with exclusive support items?? dammit Horikoshi we want answers.)

looks like Jeanist and Endeavor are teaming up as well, just like they said they would. I would gladly follow this trio around all day long tbh

is this the same giant villain from the very first chapter??

looks like it to me, and it would tie in with that callback from the end of chapter 306. we all thought that was Muscular, but maybe it was this guy, and Deku left these three to deal with him while he ran off to take Muscular down

oh my god now Deku is running off again just like that

kids these days

ffffff I have not had nearly enough sleep to follow along with whatever tf Hawks is talking about here sob

like, is he trying to say that All Might is keeping Deku’s whereabouts unknown to anyone except for him?? in order to keep him safe?? but Hawks is pointing out that that’s a bad strategy and probably won’t do shit against AFO and it’s better if he lets Deku work with the rest of them?

(ETA: so @hanashimas​’ translation makes a lot more sense -- it’s not All Might who’s being overprotective, but Deku. in other words he’s trying not to drag All Might into his battles. and in addition Hawks is saying that their strategy is to take the offensive and go after AFO themselves rather than wait for him to come to them. which I’m not too sure about myself, but that’s another topic for another day.)

btw I can’t help thinking how much better this entire conversation would be if All Might was still wearing his sunglasses. put them back on my dude. it’s not too late. embrace your inner badass

DKLJSLDKFJL FLASHBACK ALERT, FUCKING FINALLY

“turns out, we were just trying to scare you straight. fuck lot of good that did though lol”

also what is this. one true love: the hospital bed. is that a scanlator joke or is Horikoshi actually that funny omg

SKLJDFLJLK

ITSA ME!! omg I love this hospital so much. though it’s sure not helping me in my quest to try and keep this post below ten images. I’m already up to eleven haha r.i.p. to me if tumblr doesn’t get its shit together

whaaaaaat, so he’s saying that Deku’s injuries were external (i.e. Tomura beating the shit out of him) rather than internal this time?? whaaaaat. excuse me but that’s some bullshit lmao. believe me, I was there

okay now he’s going on to explain that Deku’s “internal structure” seems to have been protected from the inside and out, and the corresponding panel seems to be implying that using Blackwhip as a brace paid off. huh

and also that his body is just stronger now?? so I guess he’s better able to withstand the quirk after an additional year of training?? I’M NOT SURE IF I BUY ANY OF THIS LOL but I’m willing to suspend my disbelief

OH MY GOD RED ALERT, INKO IS ASKING ALL MIGHT TO EXPLAIN WTAF DEKU’S QUIRK IS, IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGG

SO HE’S EXPLAINING IT TO HER OFF-SCREEN, AND INKO IS JUST LIKE

I GUESS THAT’S FAIR LOL. IT’S TRUE INKO I’M SO SORRY, YOUR SON IS A PROGATONIST R.I.P.

AHHKKJH DEKU ANGST IS IT FINALLY THAT TIME OMGGGGGG

what is this soft pop beat that’s suddenly being pumped in over the speakers. I’VE GOT TO MOVE ON~ AND BE WHO~ I~ AM~~~, I JUST DON’T BELONG HERE, I HOPE YOU UNDERSTAAAAAAAND. also, follow-up question, when is Kacchan finally going to come back so he can jump in with the “WHAT ABOUT US~~~” bridge, huh. come the fuck on, Horikoshi

lmao All Might jesus christ

but given that it’s a stupid-ass decision...

anyway, yes!! finally that sweet, sweet “I don’t want to put anyone else in danger” angst!!

mmm that’s good angst Brent. Kacchan with center panel honors as usual, you love to see it. anyways though who do I have to yell at to get Deku a goddamn HUG around here seriously

so Inko is of course reacting with panic, and sensibly saying that she doesn’t approve of Deku’s “RUN AWAY AND FIGHT THE BAD GUYS ALL ON MY OWN, DON’T WORRY MOM I’LL JUST GET STRONGER, EASY AS PIE, IT’S A FOOLPROOF STRATEGY” plan

son of a bitch this manipulative green asshole is really gonna sit here and smile fondly at his mom and try to convince her that he’s Not A Little Kid Anymore. the hell you’re not mister

y'all are really just gonna sit there and let him talk you into this?? surely it can’t be that easy??

OH MY GOD

THE FEELS oh my god oh my god. BUT ALSO YOU’RE SERIOUSLY JUST GOING TO COLLAPSE INTO HIS ARMS SOBBING AND LET HIM DO WHATEVER THE FUCK HE WANTS LKJLJLFK. WHERE ARE ALL THE STRICT PARENTS AT?? AIZAWA, GANG ORCA, MITSUKI, SOMEONE PLEASE COME AND TELL DEKU TO SIT HIS ASS THE FUCK DOWN. NOW LISTEN HERE YOUNG MAN!!

“EVEN IF I TRY TO STOP YOU YOU’LL STILL LEAVE” WELL SURE, IF BY “TRY TO STOP HIM” YOU MEAN POLITELY TRY TO TALK HIM OUT OF IT FOR THREE SECONDS. HE’S SIXTEEN WTF WHEN DID HE BECOME THE BOSS OF YOU ALL. SOMEONE NEEDS TO COME AND TELL HIM HE’S GROUNDED

anyway sob so that’s the story of how Deku talked his parents into letting him drop out of school, and even convinced All Might to be his own personal Guy In The Chair. holy shit. this kid really went and rolled a nat 20 and the rest of them had no choice but to fold without argument

meanwhile here’s a panel of Best Jeanist trying to braid his phone into his hair just cuz

I’m dying to know which part of his language he considers to be crude here. you literally didn’t even use a contraction my guy

so now flashback!Deku is talking to Gran in the dark, and Gran is all “can you believe I’m not fucking dead yet lol that’s too funny. anyway, you sure I can’t interest you in killing Tomura after all?? no?? okay then here’s my cape.” truly a heartwarming scene

I’m kind of torn here tbh. on the one hand, my adhd ass wasn’t all that interested in sitting down and having an extended scene between these two when there’s so much else that I want to get to. but on the other hand, even I can admit that cramming this entire reunion into a single page seems just a BIT rushed. idk. like maybe someone can let Horikoshi know it’s a marathon and not a race. Deku didn’t even get any dialogue here, some of us want to know his thoughts!! but anyway

AND JUST LIKE THAT?!

how did all four of them let him con them into this. I literally just watched it happen and I still can’t figure out how. “I GUESS THIS SIXTEEN-YEAR-OLD HIGH SCHOOL DROPOUT IS OUR LEADER NOW” ffflfjf. when Aizawa finds out he’s gonna go apeshit. AND DON’T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON BAKUGOU KATSUKI, WHO I HAVE BEEN ASSURED DOES IN FACT STILL EXIST. WHAT ABOUT USSSSS, WHAT ABOUT EVERYTHING WE’VE BEEN THROUGH. WHAT ABOUT TRUST???! YOU KNOW I NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOUUUUU

btw lol don’t get me wrong, I am enjoying this, and I’m honestly glad Deku’s not alone because that would suck for him! but that said, Hawks and Jeanist have lost any credibility they might have once had as far as being The Responsible Ones, and as for All Might and Endeavor, fucking hell lol. everyone just deposited all of their fucks in a bank somewhere for safekeeping and decided to never look back. godspeed you mad lads

[asterocky]

Hi, I actually had some more questions, lol. Thank you for answering the last one about Eunwoo and his relationship with the boys.

What happened to Moonbin, he took some time off and it seems like people don’t think it was a shoulder injury, but rather that he needed some time off for his mental health?

I was also wondering what happened to their last management or team? I saw Eunwoo speaking out again about how they were treated? What did their last team do or not do? I don’t remember his exact words but it was something to do with their company.

hello there again!! ^^ it was my pleasure, feel free to shoot any other questions you might have. sorry i'm a bit late with this answer, i was thinking through what to say.

regarding moonbin's hiatus.

i believe that fantagio never said anything concrete - they just said moonbin went to a check up and the doctors advised him to rest and get treatment. so no particular health concern was mentioned, so i can't give you a concrete answer. the mental health narrative might have come from some vlives moonbin did, since he was very vulnerable and obviously not in a good place mentally before blue flame era (like this one or the general conversations they had during their gateway era win vlive). i wish i could give you a more concrete answer, but unfortunately i was not too active since i work full time, so there might have been something concrete said by moonbin about his mental health after blue flame era once he came back. since the fantagio issues happened, astro developed a habit of going to aroha whenever something is bothering them. hopefully someone else can give a more concrete answer.

fantagio issues.

there's a lot to discuss here. i will try to shorten the entire situation the best to my ability but i did follow the subject closely and if you want to read into it more, feel free to go into eliot's fantagio update tag (i suggest starting from this post if you want to get into details). meanwhile i roughly summarized the situation below.

so fantagio music is a subsidiary of fantagio entertainment. and fantagio entertainment a few years back was owned by this chinese corporation jc group (they were the majority shareholders, which means that they had the majority vote during shareholder meetings). one day allegations came out in news portals that:

the board of fantagio dismissed the co-ceo and founder of fantagio na byeongjun. wei jie, who was the ceo of jc group, was instated as the new ceo;

the corporation credit cards were taken away from the staffs, so most of the activities fantagio's actors and idols had were funded out of the pocket of the staffs and idols. rumors circulated that astro and weki meki ended up paying for their fans' meals during isac out of pocket, too;

jc group was pooling the money fantagio made to an unrelated hong kong company also owned by the group;

fantagio organized a crisis meeting and settled with 9 demands for jc group, which included reinstatement of the former ceo amongst other things, as most worried that since jc group is pooling whatever fantagio makes into a hong kong company, that jc group will start selling their artists for profit.

(this is why moonbin always says he's the oldest standing fantagio member, idols and staffs included - the ceo was not reinstated and many staff, including astro's manager, left the company)

so staffs were fired and replaced by jc group (they have nothing to de with entertainment btw) staff. it should be noted that wei jie became ceo of fantagio entertainment, but not fantagio music. at the time, fantagio music's ceo was woo youngseung, so aside from the company card limitations, the artists weren't affected that much. however, all hell broke loose when jc group fired woo youngseun and wei jie (i believe) became the ceo. that was the exact moment fantagio music started operating illegally, as based on south koren laws, the ceo of an operating entertainment company has to have a certain entertainment license and ceratin experience. the new ceo was not registered in the korean entertainment management association, which was also a problem. at this point there was no choice but to stop all idols' and actors' activities because everyone that was under contract with fantagio entertainment, which did not have the required licence, would also be considered to be operating illegally. basically everyone under fantagio was forced into a hiatus because of all of the shit jc group caused because of their incompetence.

then the korean entertainment management association reached out to an illegally operating fantagio and gave them 45 days to appoint a new ceo with the relative registration and experience or fantagio will be removed from the association entirely. with all that happening, actors started going through court to terminate their contracts with fantagio. in general there were many uncertainties with the artists under the company, some news portals going so far as to say that "fantagio has no future".

for a while, fantagio (jc group) threatened their actors who went against them (terminating contracts) with court and ignored any korean entertainment association complaints and lied to press that they WERE operating legally. however, many contradicting articles came our and entertainment associations publicly announced that memebers of the associations (which is basically most of the korean entertainment industry) are banning fantagio and basically no one within the association will be working with them.

but then karma came to bite in the ass and the main vilan wei jie who was the ceo was arrested for illegal funding activities (which probably includes the before-mentioned cash pool in an unrelated hong kong company situation). also, the former kbs ceo was appointed as a new fantagio music ceo. a bit later the second main vilan of this story - jc group - sold their ownership of fantagio back to this other shareholder l&a holdings (i believe, don't quote me on this)! which was highly celebrated because fantagio became it's own company again. later fantagio did have a dispute with l&a holdings, but it was nothing too major.

as of today the company is fairly stable and doing well, the largest sources of income being ong seongwoo, astro and cha eunwoo. recently, there has been a dismissal of the management once more and a new management for fantagio music was instated. everyone had war flashbacks for a moment got scared. but it turns out the new management seems eager to put their people out there, as right after the announcement of the new management, astro announced their astro x aroha festival, comeback and all members finally had their own schedules to attend to. and right now all of astro seem to be working on something as the management cleared their schedules, also we got astro zone - to put it simply, we had not seen so much activity from astro for a while so this new management brings hope. also, fantagio was said to be getting more funding and expanding more into acting industries (i think they released more shares, too, which usually means expansion of the company), the financials of fantagio for 2020 have been the best in comparison to the last three years. so as of right now, we can be happy it's in the past and look forward to what fantagio can bring in the future.

also, it's worth mentioning that astro stayed really strong throughout the period and whenever we expressed worry about them, they always tried to calm us down and say that everything is okay and they're doing well. however, once the whole thing was over astro came out with always you, lyrics of which express just how NOT OKAY astro were throughout the fantagio issues and how hard it was behind closed doors, the song dedicated to the fandom. they were very emotional and open about what happened, a lot of fans left throughout the period (as they were on hiatus for a year basically) and astro ended up thanking the ones that stayed with them. there's also this video from astro star light where each member shares a little bit about what went through their minds, from uncertanties, fright and feeling thrown out.

[bunny-banana]

For the director's cut thing, the story where Fabri asks Ermal out on a date but Ermal doesn't realize that? 👀

YO SO WE GONNA DO THAT OR WHAT

Its this fic btw if anyones curious.  

Chap 1

Even with closed eyes, he sensed the man lying next to him turn towards him but Fabrizio did not spoke immediately. No, he just stayed silent for a bit, Ermal wasn’t quite sure what he was observing but before Ermal could ask, Fabrizio broke the silence.

its u. he’s gazing at u, u idiot.

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’You didn’t exactly give off the vibe that you’d say yes’

“What the fuck does that even mean? I don’t give off the vibe?!”

mr no-homo meta has NO right to be surprised at that. boy went into a panic attack every time someone as much as breathed the suggestion ofc fab was Anxious

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A certain Roman showing up at his doorstep looking like he’d belong to the Milan Fashion Week.A tight grey shirt whose top three buttons almost begged to be opened (yet remained miraculously, in Fabris case, closed!) clung nicely to the body underneath it. A very fine silver chain hung around his neck that perfectly fit with the rings and the watch on his hand.Instead of ripped denim, now tight & shiny dark jeans were worn and to round this look up, an impeccably tailored black, suit jacket was thrown over him.

so not to be Hoe on main but we all just love Sexy Fab.  but more so, i really thought Fabrizio would have put a lot of effort into dressing nicely this time around. Probably called a few friends, crying to help him. He just wanted Ermal to like his look. Which he did.   A lot.  again, outstanding heterosexual of the year, ermal meta is completely mesmerised by that look.

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“Well, well, Fab. Gotta say, this place is on a whole different level“ The curly haired man commented as he flipped through the menu.“You like it?”“How could I not?”

again, Fabrizio intentionally looking up a fancy place for their Date, something he actually felt a little bit uncomfortable about himself and wouldnt normally chose for himself. But then again, he was greatly relieved when Ermal actually did say he liked it.

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*It felt.. nice. The whole evening was quite nice, Ermal had to admit, even with the unusual ambient.

Ermal is just honestly iconic in this fic. man enjoys fabrizios appearance, enjoys talking with him,  eating out with him, just spending time with him in general sooo much……and yet.

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Fabrizio tilted his head and was it the candle light or something else, but a intriguing shine filled his eyes.“I’d know something sweeter than this.” In the next moment, everything turned upside down when Fabrizio suddenly took his hand and intertwined their fingers, his thumb gently brushing over the back of the younger man’s hand.

THE COURAGE THIS TOOK. THE NERVES WHICH WERE WRECKED.  Fab really just went “ok here we go balls to the wall now or never”

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Chap2

“So, Fabrizio….Fabrizio likes me. Apparently.” It felt interesting to say it out loud. Ermal got a tingly feeling at the thought. So ..it was him who made Fabrizio blush earlier? Who made him nervous? And smiley?  Christ, he actually really wanted Ermal to like his outfit, didn’t he? A small smirk found its way on Ermal’s face. Who would have thought that he’d have Fabrizio Moro of all people wrapped around his finger.

erm: so im het

also erm: wow i really really like the fact that fabrizio is into me. its actually super exciting. kinda makes me happy in a way.

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“Wait, what?! I should ask him out?!”“Yeah? Isn’t that something you want?”Is that something he- But that would imply that he’d want to pursue Fabrizio, his very male, masculine, manly friend Fabrizio who was definitely not by any chance a woman. To have a relationship with guy that was …..romantic… and oh sweet Mother of God, sexual?!“I- I- I don’t know.”

so yeah, to get to the bottom of this, when you’re in the process of realising your own …..non-heterosexuality, its just A Lot to take in.  I thought, realistically, that would just be a bit too much for Ermal to take in at that moment. He had to process the mere thought of “yes, you could have a romantic relationship with this guy, since he’s into you. Its absolutely a possibility”. When you’re conditioned to think “i can only ever date people of the opposite sex” all your life, it takes a bit of time to get accustomed to new possibilities.

And then theres the sexual aspect which is like, on Jupiter, for Ermal’s current state of mind.

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Chap3

The video he currently was immersed in showed a slow-mo fight between a mongoose and a cobra that in all its intensity outdid any action movie in a heartbeat.

i remember watching that vid before writing that chapter and being mesmerised by it. u fucking go lil mongoose!

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[Bizio]: sorry i cant this weekend

First, i just love the thought of him being saved as Bizio on Ermals phone. Second, the reason why he replied so late was because he was wrecking his mind about it. Should he go? should he not? god, the thought of seeing ermal excited him and yet scared him. nonononno. he’s trying to get Over Ermal. He needs space. he is not ready yet.

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[Ermal]:Fabri!! Heard you’re coming up North! 😁 I have this excellent bottle of wine that a fan gave me the other day (don’t ask) so how about we open it at my place? I know you love a good wine 😉🍷

He couldn’t even slide the phone back into his pocket before it started buzzing. Surprisingly, the reply came almost instantly this time.[Bizio]:sorry no the schedule is pretty tight for me at the moment i dont think ill have much time in milan

i just image him getting the weirdest fucking fan gifts. also lmao the lightning speed with which fab replied. homeboy saw that wine would be involved and imemdiately thought “nononononono. worst case, my drunk ass might kiss him, god forbid. we are absolutely not gonna do that”

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[Ermal]:So I’m flipping through the channels at home and there comes a baking show and I wouldn’t normally stop to watch but you know what they’re baking? Those creamy pastry things we had in Lisbon!

Now the idea about the Pasteis de Nata stemms from a real life event! During ESC 2018 i slept at a friends house and since the contest was held in Portugal we decided to cook something portuguese. Thats what we did. They fucking slap. Also, one of the best weekends ive ever had

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However, this is how things continued as to all of Ermal’s messages, he’d receive rather uncharacteristically short replies. When he sent him photos he’d often not reply at all and even when he called Fabri didn’t pick.

Okay we have to image in WHAT kinda mental state Fabrizio is in that time. Boy is EMBARASSED to death. Then obviously, he is trying his hardest to get rid of this crush.  So he just isnt talking to Ermal at all. Which in turn makes him lonely and sad.  So then Ermal shoots him a message, sends him a picture and Fabrizio is immediately head over heels again. Which he shouldnt be. Bad Fabri. And the circle repeats itself.

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Fabrizio who smiled sweetly at the host, who hugged her tightly, who joked with her and oh, whose eyes didn’t stick to her face but wandered more and more south.

Dude honestly, Fab was not flirting with anyone. He was just being nice as he usually is. And we all know he a lil bit sleazy so yeah, he might have looked down once or twice. but he really was not flirting. It was just Ermals affection-deprived mind going berserk.

Also that was the first time Ermal witnessed Fabrizio being affectionate with someone else. And the contrast to that cold shoulder he received was just the last straw for him.

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“Why is he all smiley and lovey-dovey with her while he treats me as if I’m a war criminal?!” Ermal shouted the second the other line got picked up.“Uhm, hello? Maybe a ‘Good morning’ first of all? A simple ‘how are you doing, Sabina?’ would have been appreciated too.”

Damn bitch can ya greet ur sister first before going off smh

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And would it have been really that bad if Ermal had just held on to his hand? Let Fabrizio gently stroke him with his thumb, maybe even squeeze back while Ermal’s finger draws circles over letters that covered the older man’s knuckles.It would have been nice and Ermal would have liked it.

I think he just needed to see what he was missing out to realise what he really has always wanted. If things were to go back to normal, he would have never made any realisations.

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“Am I- Do I like Fabrizio?”

No, we dont ask what he is. Because thats for another time, a calmer time. Or maybe not at all. He doesnt know the answer to that question and its not important right now. All he knows is that despite it all, he likes Fabrizio.

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The fact he was a guy was new, but those feelings involved weren’t.

I feel like this is just a very bisexual experience. At least to me it was. Its very confusing when u are genuinely attracted to the opposite sex, so you make the conclusion: you are obviously straight. Its not possibly that you are not-straight.  

Then u start feeling attraction to someone of ur own gender and its like “hmmm. Obviously this must be fake since we have established that Im genuinely attracted to the opposite sex ”

But the thing is..it aint going away. And then u think how you’d perhaps be down for sex, and perhaps be down for something more, and perhaps do all those nice things you would be doing with someone of the opposite sex.  

So yeah, its ..its really confusing and complicated to figure it out. And if you actually do have a feelings for someone it only makes matters more complicated ig

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“Jesus, I really do like him. Me. Liking a guy.”

Again, once u made That Realisation, its just the WILDEST thing in the beginning. a complete NEW concept being applied to yourself.

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“LISTEN CUT THE BULLSHIT I KNOW EXACTLY THAT YOU’RE HOME! OPEN UP OR I WILL STAND HERE ALL NIGHT I’M NOT FUCKING AROUND!” In addition to the knocking he now also started ringing the doorbell. He sure as hell wouldn’t move here until that door wasn’t opened.“I DONT GIVE A FUCK, I WON’T EVEN SLEEP AND NEITHER WILL YOU. I CAN GO ON FOREVER YOU HEAR ME, FABRIZIO MOBRICI?!”

Ermal is just unhinged in all my fics.

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Epilogue

[Ermal💛]: You ready?

Fabrizio added that heart right immediately after Ermal left his house a week prior.

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Ermal looked….cuddly.

So yeah we all know Fab isnt the keenest on fashion and shit. And i just though Ermal would want him to be as comfortable as possible on their date, so he was like “ay come casual” . and also, its sort of cute that Ermal lets Fabri see him so casual too, its sort of more private in that sense.

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And those were still the mild surprises, let’s not start with the downright shock he felt when his brain started providing words like kissable, attractive, sexy and hot during lonelier nights.

i have a fic for those kinda nights too

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“It’s not that far and God knows men your age need the exercise anyway.”

ermal just cant show affection like a normal person, he has to roast u even when he’s madly in love with u

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What followed behind the colourful door was a small chaos. Literally. People constantly coming and going, with buzzing voices chatting in every corner. They made their way half through the rather crowded establishment, got greeted by a waiter who rushed past them, before they finally spotted a couple leaving, liberating two chairs for them.

SO YEAH. the restaurant. it is loosely based on a place here in Vienna. Its pakistani food too, its a buffet, its kinda chaotic like described in the fic. also u can pay as much as u want.

i just thought, yknow, its home made cooking and its kinda relaxed and chill and casual and has a certain liberal flair to it. and i thought yeah that has fabri energy we gonna use that. also their mango rice puddings fucking slap

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Languages were not his forte, those belonged to Ermal, but Fabrizio ran through his options. It surely wasn’t French or Spanish, that he would at least recognise. German looked different too; they had those dots over their U’s and those curly B’s which allegedly weren’t B’s at all. Swedish? Danish? No. He’s been to Ikea often enough to know that his wardrobe wouldn’t be called Qershor. And Russian had different letters but maybe it was something similar to Russian?

Okay, so I’m a known Slut for Languages.  Fabrizio is not. I can pretty much recognise most European languages in written form at some point in a text. Fabrizio can not. Therefore writing this from the perspective of someone who really isnt into languages was kind of interesting and a bit challenging. I was just thinking ‘how would he recognise them when he isnt into them?’  And i think, in the end, i did it realistically.

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“Is it like..Serbian? Croatian? Or something?” He mumbled while putting a piece of eggplant in his mouth but quickly realised the answer when Ermal almost spit out his water from laughing.“No, definitely not. I can guarantee you, it’s very much not Serbian or Croatian ‘or something’.” Ermal chuckled with a bright smile, obviously enjoying their little guessing game. “But you’re close. In a way.”

This is SO embarrassing but this whole language guessing game was just a setup to an inside joke I have with myself.  So, for those who don’t know, I speak Serbo-Croatian. And I study Slavic studies. The first things they tell you in the first lesson of the Slavic Linguistics course is “Please, for the love of God, PLEASE, dont say Albanian/Hungarian/Romanian is a slavic language”. Apparently many europeans assume these languages are because theyre surrounded by slavic countries. BUT TO AN ACTUAL SLAVIC NATIVE SPEAKER, the difference is immediately obvious and so its quite comical when people assume theyre related languages.   So i thought the reverse would be kinda funny to Ermal too.

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“I can be anything the teacher wants me to be. A good student, a naughty student, whatever floats his boat…” He asked sultrily before winking at the man across of him whose higher brain functions seemed to have ceased at once and just gaped at him like a fish.

boys whole brain got fried when the sexiest man in italy started flirting with him. issokay, he was just shocked. fabrizio has never been flirty with him before, he’ll get used to it.

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“I was just trying to give you the best date that I could.“At those words, the Roman frowned however."Wait, this was a date?!”

im just an asshole honestly

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They giggled as they finally closed the gap between them going for a slow and deep kiss.

i just love them being all SOFT and in LOVE

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“Erm, I- I have an instore tomorrow, I better be well rested.”His counterpart just huffed and raised an eyebrow.“So were you planning on staying up all night, huh?”

Fabs horn dog brain definitively went HmmmmMmm this is nice:) ..could get even nicer:)  but no fuck, i have work to do tomorrow

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“Love how you immediately forget about a good night’s sleep once you have a tongue in your mouth.”“Fuck off.”

He just got carried away as if u were complaining ermal smh

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"I bet on everything I have that your password is 'liberoanita1’ so yes, I actually can.”

Parents culture is just using ur children’s names as all your passwords and we all know Fabri is that kinda parent.

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All in All, i also wanna talk about how the epilogue mirrors the first chapter, but in a more successful light.

Fabrizio dresses for Ermal - Ermal dresses for Fabrizio

fancy place - more casual place

They take the car - they walk

Fabrizio takes Ermals hand on the open for everyone to see - Ermal takes Fabrizios hand under the table, in private

They eat their dessert seperately - they eat theri dessert together

they fall out - they become closer, kiss

they dont talk - they plan the next date

anyway thanks for reading and thank uuuuuu for this ask julchen

[nova-friends]

Hello, Mr. E and fans. This letter will he a bit harsh, but I only speak the truth. I’ve been a big fan of the NVTFOA franchise for awhile, but the spark is dying down. Hell, we’ve been waiting for E to write a “new chapter” for more than a YEAR. Whenever he’s asked about it, he always says it’s coming soon. I was happy with the NVTFOA Tumblr because at least he’s keeping fans satisfied, but now he’s not doing THAT. It’s been months and he hasn’t answered anything. I’m angry with Mr. E right now

E: I am going to preface this entire thing with this: You are allowed to feel angry. You are allowed to feel that negative emotion because it is a healthy response. We as humans have those emotion to help us express what we are feeling and helps us get over our issues. What you should never do is act on that negative emotion because then you do something like this and I am forced to respond in kind. Don’t worry I am simply sharing insight with you. 

I don’t want anyone to respond omg this anon is a jerk and such a blah blah because based on the way this is written they were trying to be polite but firm which is a nice change of pace from the occasional asshat that leaves stuff in my inbox that I just delete because they’re just being an ass. It is well meaning ask but a little misguided. 

I am a person. I am not a machine that just cranks out stories because that is what I am forced to do. I have a life. I have responsibilities to people who depend on me and you are not entitled to anything. Do not get me wrong I greatly appreciate all the love and support I get so much that mere words can never properly express it but I do this for fun. I do this because I find enjoyment in it and I really wish I could get paid for this. I really wish I could sit back and write for the rest of my life with that being my job. You have no idea how much I wish I could make living off just doing something I love. Alas right now that’s not how it works. You say you speak truth but you don’t. You speak from the view of a reader whose favorite content who hasn’t been updated in 2 years which makes me honored you think highly of my work that it’s mere absence angers you. It’s kinda flattering. and I know you wrote this to express your frustration which as I have previously said is allowed. You were kind enough not to call me horrible words or demanding I write a chapter right now or you hate me. You express anger which I suspect might actually be more disappointment.  

I am human. I am one person and run this tumblr by myself. Deth does not run this and there’s no one helping me answering any of these questions. Deth has her own life and she can do whatever she wants because she is her own person. She is the official Nova artist because she’s a fan and I always so grateful for her work because she could give you things I never could as a writer. Many are not that lucky. 

Now let me enlighten you to the daily life of an E.

For 2 weeks every month I am the caretaker of my grandma whom I am lucky to have. She is 99 years old as of last week. She has a broken leg but she can walk because of a metal plate in her leg and a walker. She is very sharp and smart but she’s not there anymore. She suffers heavy from memory loss and pride. She doesn’t understand her leg is broken unless you remind her. She doesn’t understand she can’t help anymore or that she has asked me have I eaten breakfast for the 5th time in an hour. She loves me which is a testament to the work I do. When she is here I don’t sleep. From midnight to 6 am I watch her. I sleep with my door open. I listen for her in case she has nightmares (Rare but they happen) and I have to help her to restroom and then tuck her back into bed then maybe sleep for 20 30 minutes. an hour or 2 if I’m lucky until it is 6 am or she gets up again. I am getting older. I’ve finally shoved my pride and bought a baby monitor to ensure I don’t lose my mind. My grandma is getting older too and she’s getting more and more problems that are not easy to deal with. I’ve been watching her for 6 years but I have been taking care of her for the last 14.

Did you know that post I made a month ago was literally the first time I’ve been on vacation in 2 years? The first time in 2 years that I didn’t have to worry about anything aside my fear of heights which luckily I was able to control on my flight.

Then recently this last week we decided to change the flooring in our rooms. I had to physically move every single piece of thing I owned out of a tiny doorframe and find space for it along with my grandma’s stuff while my grandma was here and let me tell all that stuff in the living room really threw her off. 

Today was literally the first time in a month that I could actually hop on a computer to answer asks (Excellent timing btw). And honestly some days I look at that 141 asks inbox of nova (and the 22 stories prompts I haven’t written in my writing blog) And go “I don’t know if I am up for it today.” And I legit feel bad. I feel I should answer this consistently but last year really fucked with me to be honest.

Last year I lost my favorite uncle. I didn’t want to mention it because I didn’t want to hear I’m sorry or my condolences for your loss. I was angry because for the first time in my entire life, the first time ever I felt cheated. I felt robbed. It was a whole background of problems but long story short is that I didn’t really get to see him often and his death felt like a sucker punch. I...yeah. 

And that messed with my writing schedule and I am the type of person that once that is gone, it is so hard to get back in the groove of things. It is a very unfortunate flaw I have and I have been trying to get back into it but it’s hard.

I have been writing for 16 years of my life. I can write 1,335 words an hour if I’m focusing. it still takes 2 to 5 hours for me to write an average story of mine because boy am I wordy and that’s just my style plus an 30 minutes to proofread (which I still make mistakes) and another 30 to answer reviews. Then the last two season for star vs I personally don’t think they were good and that really hurts my motivation. and sometimes I want to write other stuff. Other stories or ideas, original and other series because damn do I have too many ideas. 

and of course I have to decide what to do with Nova. I love this series because this was the first time I felt like I could be a real writer. To create original ideas and series and have people love them. Like them. Invest in them. Like a real author. I’ve been writing since a time fanfiction was considered lesser. You weren’t a writer if you wrote fanfiction or aus or put ocs in a series and it took me a long time to get over that finally show Nova to the word. and my own original stuff. And of course the show threw so many curve balls at me and went in such wildly crazy directions that it directly affects nova since nova takes place 20 years in the future and I had to decide, on my own because Deth is a reader too and doesn’t want spoilers, what to do. Do i change the story I had plan, do i find ways to fill in the holes accidentally created for me? do I keep on going and just call it a future au where different choices and events just happened (Which i decided yes). I decided to keep the original plan. The plan I created when I first started this. and of course I left the cliff hanger on a fight scene. Fight scenes are very hard to keep engaging and epic yet clear and I haven’t properly written an like a year and I have to come back to a freaking fight scene. 

Literally the next chapter of the story is to show you this is the next arc of nova. this is the main arc of the entire story.

First Movement: A Magician’s Forte.

I’ve been waiting to unveil that chapter title for 2 years. 

Look I am not doing this to shame you or to make you feel bad. I doing this to remind you that I am a human being. Writers and Artists are human beings. I do this with my own time, effort and finding ways not to get burnt out and keep fitting this whole thing I love into my life. And I have always been honest with you. I answered an ask openly stating there was the real possibility that maybe I couldn’t finish Nova. That I would post my notes up so you all would get to at least know the things I had plan. 

If you are still angry, then I am sorry I lost you as a fan and as a reader. It is what it is. But you need to understand I am a person. it is super easy to have this blurred view where somehow your favorite content creator is somehow beyond the issues and problems of the world. But we’re not. We’re people too. I am just a guy that likes to write but I have a life beyond that too. 

Hope you have a great day and I hope you’re a little less angry now. 

[nashucks]

ride my thigh

Son Hyunwoo x Chae Hyungwon (Showhyung / Hyungnu) | saw a gif and tweet and had to write this | Thigh Riding | wc: 1.8k

Warnings: thigh riding, language, smut references

Summary: Hyungwon accidentally let it slip to Hyunwoo that he has great thighs, and it’s not Hyunwoo’s fault that he offers Hyungwon a ride.

 a/n: i saw a tweet about that gif saying that hyungwon definitely wants to ride shownu’s thighs, and i agree. so here. i wrote this. this is not the gif btw, but if u watched weekly idol then u know that part where shownu hyungwon clings onto shownu? yes that part.

Hyungwon sat on one end of the couch with his legs curled underneath him, wearing some black shorts and a shirt he stole from Hyunwoo’s or Hoseok’s clean laundry since he hadn’t bothered to do his own.

Hyungwon and Hyunwoo were left alone at the dorm – of course, their schedules always meeting in the middle. A reason why they went out together all the time. It’s not their fault that they were always left together. And it’s not like they’re complaining either. It’s nice.

Hyungwon was flicking through the channels, trying to find something that they both hadn’t watched yet, but when Hyunwoo walked in the room after grabbing something to snack on, Hyungwon’s eyes followed his legs. He bit the inside of his bottom lip as he watched Hyunwoo’s grey sweatpants hug the muscle of his thighs as they flexed with each step.

He remembered the small act on Weekly Idol that they had pre-recorded earlier that day and it made him shiver slightly. Seeing how Hyunwoo’s thick thighs were perfect in those sweatpants, and how amazing it felt between his when he held onto Hyunwoo’s muscular arms. Amazing, really.

Hyunwoo reached his side, and held out a cold beer for Hyungwon as their eyes met and smiled, Hyungwon warm at the act of kindness, along with the arousal he felt because of Hyunwoo’s thighs. The older man took a sip of his own beer and brushed his hair out of his face. Hyungwon followed suit, taking a gulp from the can as he turned his gaze back to the TV, staying on the first channel he found that seemed decent.

They were both platonic, but that didn’t mean Hyungwon didn’t have a hard time keeping his eyes off of Hyunwoo whenever he wasn’t looking. He’d never admit it, but Hyungwon was pretty sure he’d caught Hyunwoo looking at him once or twice. He enjoyed the attention he got from the leader, no doubt, and spending all their time together definitely amped the spark up a little.

Hyungwon tried his hardest to keep his eyes on the screen, but they kept drifting back to Hyunwoo’s damned thighs, parted just enough for his beer to rest between them. Hyungwon chewed on his lower lip and tried to stifle the sigh that was forcing its way out of his chest. It had been a while since he’d been with someone and his mind was trying to go somewhere he’d avoided the past three years.

“What’s wrong, Won? Are you even watching TV?” Hyunwoo asked. His eyes hadn’t left the TV and he took another sip as he waited for Hyungwon to answer.

“Nothing. It’s not that funny,” Hyungwon stated, snapping his head towards the TV, hoping he hadn’t noticed his stares.

“Well, it is a melodrama.” Hyunwoo chuckled lowly. Busted.

“It’s not my fault you have nice thighs,” Hyungwon mumbled.

“What?” Hyunwoo was now looking at Hyungwon, his brow knit in confusion but a cocky smile spread across his face.

“You have nice thighs. Making me feel distracted," Hyungwon said, rolling his eyes as he took another sip of his beer.

“That might be the strangest thing you’ve said to me so far,” Hyunwoo laughed, stretching his arm and resting in on the back of the couch behind his head.

Hyungwon fell into a tense silence as the show played on, and the both of them finished their beers in record time. Hyungwon had hoped Hyunwoo had forgotten about the whole ordeal, but his next question confirmed he definitely wouldn’t let him off that easy.

“What is it about them? Is it, like a kink or something?” he asked, spreading his legs a bit further and causing his knee to brush against Hyungwon’s before it rested there.

Hyungwon hesitated for a moment, trying to think of a less forward answer, but he had nothing.

“Have you ever humped someone’s thighs?” Hyungwon blatantly asked. If he was going to do it, then he was going to go all out. Shock flashed across Hyunwoo’s face and a blush quickly followed.

“I- nope, maybe never, but that still doesn’t answer my question.” He replied.

“It’s the friction that’s amazing. You can ride someone’s thigh, and if you can get the right friction, then it feels so fucking good.” Hyungwon stated, his eyes focused on the TV so they wouldn’t wander.

“And you like that?” Hyunwoo asked, his voice quiet and curious.

“Well, yeah. It’s been a while. I haven’t had someone as thick as you though, I felt them between my thighs this morning and I’m not complaining.” Hyungwon laughed.

Hyunwoo didn’t say anything after that, but Hyungwon felt his eyes on him just like Hyunwoo felt Hyungwon’s stares earlier, cutting through the tension and begging him to look at him.

“What?” Hyungwon asked, meeting Hyunwoo’s gaze which was much softer and innocent than Hyungwon had expected.

“Do you want to…” he asked, softly patting his left thigh as an invitation.

“Are you serious?” Hyungwon snorted, trying his damnedest to not entertain the idea even though it was tugging at his core.

“I mean, if you want to. I’ve never had someone do that… I can’t lie and say I’m not interested in seeing how it goes, and if it would help you out…” he shrugged casually, as if he was offering to help wash dishes instead of letting Hyungwon ride his thigh with explicit reasons.

Hyunwoo’s eyes held Hyungwon’s as he considered the offer. After a minute of awkward silence, he finally made Hyungwon’s decision for him.

“Come here,” Hyunwoo whispered as he tugged on Hyungwon’s knee.

Hyungwon pulled his legs from beneath him and stood, nervously making his way to stand in front of Hyunwoo. He settled back into the couch and spread his legs enough for Hyungwon to slide one of his thighs in between them. The younger boy placed his hands on his broad shoulders to stabilize himself as he lowered himself onto the older man’s left thigh.

He flexed his leg beneath Hyungwon, making him bite his lip and tighten his grip onto Hyunwoo’s broad, broad, broaaaad shoulders, and a sly smirk teased Hyunwoo’s lips. Hyungwon punched his shoulder playfully and tossed him a glare and Hyunwoo threw his hands up in mock surrender.

“Okay, Won. Use me however you want.” Hyunwoo coaxed.

Hyungwon moved his hips and his breath caught sharply in his throat as he accidentally rutted his semi-hard cock and brushed his clenched hole against the muscle of Hyunwoo’s thigh, the friction causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot through his core. He repeated the actions, a whispered moan escaping his plump lips as his eyes fluttered shut. Hyungwon found a slow but steady pace, his hands moving to Hyunwoo’s firm, firm chest as he gripped his hyung’s t-shirt.

Hyungwon arched forward, pushing his chest against Hyunwoo’s as he rode his thigh, already feeling his cock hardening and rutting against his clothed cock. His breaths were uneven and Hyungwon moaned softly with every thrust he made.

“Can you touch me, please?” Hyungwon whimpered, craving large hands on his body to push him further.

“Where?” Hyunwoo asked silently, as if worried his voice might interrupt Hyungwon.

“I don’t care hyung, anywhere, just, please,” Hyungwon begged, biting his bottom lip at the last word. Hyunwoo wasn’t familiar with this side of Hyungwon, he’s only heard this side of him during early mornings and whenever he had to act cute for his fans.

“Okay, babe, I’ve got you,” Hyunwoo cooed, furrowing his brows at Hyungwon's desperation.

His left hand slipped beneath Hyungwon’s shirt and rested on his hip to guide his movements, his thumb trailing small and gentle circles on Hyungwon’s hipbone. Hyunwoo cupped the side of Hyungwon’s neck with his right hand, running his thumb along his sharp jawline.

Hyungwon opened his eyes to find Hyunwoo staring right back at him, his bottom lip caught between his large front teeth as he watched Hyungwon’s every move. The fire in his eyes fueled Hyungwon and pushed him further as he picked up his pace a notch, rutting himself harder against Hyunwoo’s thigh. He flexed again and this time Hyungwon didn’t stop himself from letting out a whimpered moan pour past his plump lips.

“Aren’t you beautiful? Riding me like this,” Hyunwoo whispered silently before pulling Hyungwon closer and brushing his lips against Hyungwon’s.

The coil in the younger boy’s stomach tightened as Hyunwoo’s hand slipped off his hip and grabbed his ass instead, pushing him down against his leg as he flexed once again. Hyungwon lurched forward, deepening the kiss while finding the perfect angle to grind himself against Hyunwoo’s thigh. He bounced his leg once, causing Hyungwon to gasp and nearly lose his balance.

Hyunwoo’s chest vibrated with a low chuckle, almost a growl as Hyungwon placed one hand on the other thigh to brace himself and wrapped his arms around Hyunwoo’s broad shoulders. Hyungwon was riding him at an almost violent pace while Hyunwoo left kisses along his neck and whispered encouragements.

Hyungwon moaned his name over and over again, a string of curses as he finally came hard, staining his shorts, silently thanking the heavens he wasn’t wearing any boxers. His body quivered in Hyunwoo’s arms, collapsing against his hyung’s chest.

Hyunwoo rubbed Hyungwon’s back beneath the large shirt, slowly coaxing him back down from his high. Hyungwon had been so lost in the pleasure that he forgot he was using his best friend to find release, but as he relaxed and steadied his breathing, the tense pleasure was immediately replaced with a nervous guilt as he pushed himself back up, away from Hyunwoo.

“I’m sorry. This shouldn’t have happened.” He whispered, moving his leg to stand, but Hyunwoo stopped him, his arms around his slim waist as he pulled Hyungwon back into his arms, their faces only an inch apart.

“Babe,” he whispered, “Hyungwon,” he whispered again, before kissing Hyungwon gently. “Don’t you dare say sorry. That was the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. Best thing I’ve ever done. Just, promise me this won’t be the last time.”

His hands were on Hyungwon’s ribcage as he lifted the skinnier boy up and set him on his lap so Hyungwon was straddling his waist. Hyungwon bit his lip as he felt how hard Hyunwoo was beneath him, and realized that Hyunwoo had enjoyed the show as much as he enjoyed the performance. Hyunwoo felt Hyungwon grinding against him slowly and smoothly, and his pupils blew out and a growl built in his chest once he felt Hyungwon’s cock hardening again.

“It’s yours if you want it, babe,” he whispered, pushing his hips up to meet Hyungwon’s.

“What do you want?” Hyungwon asked, the words coming out barely louder than a breath.

“You. All of you.”

[mxnyxxngx]

GET TO KNOW ME TAG :)

I WAS TAGGED BY THE SWEET @smittenbyschmidt LIKE 9438798796 YEARS AGO ?? IM SO SO. SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE AND THANKS FOR TAGGING ME !!! AHHHHHHAHAHAAHAH

1. nickname: jen !!! :)

2. gender: female

3. star sign: virgo hohoho (also an enfp gryffindor if u were wondering) (u probably werent but still lmaoo)

4. height: 165 cm aka just barely 5’5 rip

5. time: 5:23 pm

6. birthday: september 13th !!! a late late late summer baby

7. favorite bands (non kpop): oh no im not sure i have any ?? i used to listen to a whole bunch tho, like one direction, big time rush, 5sos, onerepublic, imagine dragons, panic at the disco (somewhat)

8. favourite solo artist: my favorite korean solo artist has to be dean hes a literal king dear god as for non korean ive recently been listening to a lot of borns and troye sivan :’) blackbear too !!! his songs are my exact aesthetic tbh

9. song stuck in my head: without you by nct u (im listening to it rn LMAOO)

10. last movie watched: legally? black panther WHICH IS ONE OF THE BEST MOVIES OF THE YEAR BTW I FUCKING LOVE IT TO BITS illegally? drive me crazy bc im lowkey a sucker for sappy cliche 90s romcoms :’)

11. last show watched: i have no clue ?? actually ??? i dont watch a lot of tv so i hope seventeens weekly idol counts ??? or nct vlives ???? LOOOOOL

12. when did i create my blog: november 2014 i think !!

13. what do i post: id say about 80% is kpop (40% bts 20% nct 15% seventeen 5% other) and the rest is either memes or aesthetic posts LMAOOO

14. last thing i googled: nyc weather (theres a snowstorm today omfg and school was cancelled ?? which makes today my first proper snow day ever ??? im such a california kid)

15. do you have other blogs: not active ones but i have a couple saved urls up my sleeve ;)

16. do you get asks: ,,, not really LMAO occasionally i used to but my inbox has been pretty dead for a while

17. why did you choose your url: its just min yoongi with the vowels replaced with xs and honestly ??? i have no clue how i thought of that or why but i thought it was sooooo cool and smart at the time LOOOL im not mad at it tho tbh i love it even though it gives me a bit of trouble w url tag games LMAO

18. following: 1219 blogs which ?? i honestly dk if thats a lot or a little

19. followers: i just recently hit 204 followers !!! which btw thank you guys ??? sm ???? i love you all ??????

20. favorite color (s): PEACH and RED and GOLD (my gryffindor ass is showing) and hmm black maybe :)

21. average hours of sleep: hoooo boy LOOOOL it really depends on the day but probably about 6 ?? even tho im the sleepiest girl u will ever meet ??? my sleep schedule is FUCKED LOOOOL

22. lucky number: 7 !! its cliche but i dont care lmao

23. instruments: i used to play piano and the flute but i pretty much havent touched either instrument since college started :((

24. what am i wearing: my bigass kevin woo love more hoodie and thigh highs and uhhh a bra and underwear i guess ??? LOOOL

25. how many blankets do i sleep with: two !!! although tbh im not sure why ?? i feel like i prefer only using a comforter ???? wtf @ me

26. dream job: oh wooooow uhhhh … a music producer

27. dream trip: south korea is the obvious answer i feel like but i have been missing la so fucking much these past couple of weeks so definitely there ugh

28. favorite food: im a hoe for kbbq tbh or any kind of meat/korean food in general actually !! i also reaaaally like spicy foods :’) so hot cheetos are my favorite snack tbh pizza and in n out are both soooo good too tbh in general i prefer salty things over sweet things but i WILL eat anything peach flavored straight up i kid u not it is my favorite flavor/color/smell in the entire world I LOVE PEACHES OK

29. nationality: american born chinese (first gen) but i took like a dna test a while ago and ?? apparently im like 10-12% finnish ??? which ,,, idk LMAOO

30. favorite song now: currently its any title song by nct tbh ?? go and boss and touch and baby dont stop have been on repeat since they came out

other korean song recs: dinner by jane jang and suho; jewel box AND thousand times (an ost and it made me cry tbh) by samuel (listen ,,,,,, the boy is so talented ,,,,, pls support him ,,,, i lov him w my whole heart); some and galaxy by bolbbalgan4; i promise you/ipu by wanna one (its so good slkgslkgdlkh ahhh i didnt like it THAT much at first but it really grew on me)

some english song recs: strawberries and cigarettes by troye sivan; helplessly by tatiana manaois; dirty laundry by blackbear !!! :)

i tag @sasha092398​ bc ofc i am ??? and @byeulbitch​ and @ashweeeeeh​ heheheh :’)

[daemonmatthias]

"Get to know me" meme! 1, 65, 69, 91

1. What images do you have set for your desktop/cell phone wallpapers?

Well, my desktop is set to rotate between several images that represent my nerdy interests. I’ve got 2-3 Beauty and the Beast ones, 2-3 Kingdom hearts ones (and there is one overlap between those two), some Harry Potter/Hufflepuff ones, and 1-2 Studio Ghibli ones.

My cell phone lock screen is My Neighbor Totoro, and my wallpaper is Belle and The Beast dancing (from the new movie).

65. Which do you use more often, the dictionary or the thesaurus?

Definitely the dictionary. I can do the thesaurus stuff in my head, but sometimes I have to check the connotation of the word to make sure the synonym I’m thinking of works in the same way. Also, I have to google words to see what phrasing my students are going to find when they look up a word so that I can make sure my answer choices are not too far off from or too close to what google tells them.

69.  What’s the most memorable class you’ve ever taken?

You know what? That’s actually a really hard question…. I knew by my junior year of high school that I wanted to be a teacher, so that perspective has always caused me to focus more on the teacher than the class itself when it comes to memories…. and I’ve had a LOT of memorable teachers over the years. Here are just a few…

There was the professor I took two classes with in college. He was a Doctor Who nerd since like the 60′s/70′s and would slip in references (like “wibbly wobbly timey wimey” while talking about a book not in chronological order) even though I was the only one in the class who knew what he was talking about. His Literary Theory class changed my whole perspective on life/literature in the best way possible, and he fucking tore every paper we wrote to shreds to make us better writers. (He made it up grade-wise with stupidly easy reading quizzes with tons of bonus point opportunities- like fill-in-the-blanks for his favorite joke, which was “a skeleton walks into a bar and orders a beer and a mop”, btw- and we could keep turning in the essays for better grades as many times as we wanted.) I worked my ASS off on his last paper and got a B on the first try. I have never been prouder. I also took his American Novel class where I read some of the best and absolute worst books I have ever read. Rabbit Run was the WOOORST, but I never ever would have read Winter’s Tale or The Brief and Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao without that class. And, I certainly never would have read Stories of Your Life and Others by Ted Chaing without him. It’s something I never would have found/noticed on my own, and I loved every single word of those stories. I still haven’t found another writer that can mix science/math, literature, and psychology in the same ways. I’m currently re-reading the entire collection, as I’ve been wanting to since I heard Arrival was coming out.Side note: You should have seen me when I first heard of Arrival. I hadn’t heard anything about it until the trailer came on while we were watching TV. Poor Robert. I cocked my head to the side like a dog and started to say, “Why does this seem so much like that story I read?”, but only got as far as “Why does-” before BASED ON THE STORY BY TED CHAING flashed across the screen and I just fucking lost it. “IT IS, ROBERT, IT IS!!!” “Is what?” “THAT WAS MY FAVORITE ONE IN THE WHOLE BOOK!!” He was so confused and I had to backtrack and explain because that class was like the first or second semester we knew each other and this was the first time I had been remotely excited by anything in months.

There was also that Short Story class where the prof told us she wanted it to be a discussion class even though she’s terrible at discussion classes (her own words). That whole class was a hot mess. We discussed things so thoroughly that she couldn’t figure out how to write tests because she wanted them to be over what we hadn’t discussed about the story. We once had an essay test that asked us about “male enlightenment in Kate Chopin’s “The Storm”.” She started passing them out and everyone was like, “typo?? female??” “No. Male. Like the boy characters.” And we were just like…. uhhhhh ok then….” and when we left three of us got barely out of earshot before one asked us, “so what shit did you make up???” (I had bs-ed something about becoming enlightened to the fact that if mamma ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy.) The entire class pretty much bonded with mutual sarcasm over how awful the class was. It was a very unique environment because we all did actually enjoy discussing the stories with each other and we really got to know each other because the bond made us share more than we usually would with strangers. 

In high school I had the same teacher for AP Psych and APUSH. He was exactly my kind of sarcasm. I kept a “quote book” in high school, which was about 10% inside jokes and stupid shit we said, and about 90% Mr. A quotes. It was stuff like, “So we had the Triple Alliance and the Triple Entente. What does “entente” mean? Alliance. So we had the Triple Alliance and the Triple Alliance- BUT IN FRENCH.” I had both classes with him the same year, and he always connected the two by drawing on historical people for examples in Psych and mentioning (or using!) the Psych to teach us history. It helped me a lot in both classes. We also had to watch Phillip Zimbardo videos in Psych and we complained every single time because “He looks like SATAN and he scares us!!!!!” 

The was also the AP English teacher my junior year who most people hated because she was mean. (My friend who knew a bunch of upperclassmen said, “Oooh, you got The Wass. I’m sorry.” when he saw my schedule.) Only I got in the class period with the like 10 most sarcastic people in the entire grade and it seems like we were the only class to figure out that she wasn’t really mean- she was just one of the most deadpan sarcastic people I’ve ever met. We had a lot of fun because we realized she was really just sarcastic and would be sarcastic back. She asked us one day, a test day, after absolutely refusing to tell us how she was going to test us since we all read different books, “Do y’all wanna… draw a picture or do an interpretive dance for your test?” One kid immediately jumped up saying, “I wanna do an interpretive dance!!” and doing some kind of weird wiggle-dance. Her response was simply, “Too bad; you’re drawing a picture.” (And we really were.)

My senior English teacher was also pretty awesome. He completely scratched the normal AP Lit reading list and made a new one. It was full of awesome literature that I probably never would have read on my own and I loved most of it (especially The Tempest). He was also sarcastic and I’ll never forget how he would let us explore the literature as a class. I’ll also never ever forget his first poetry lesson. It was early in the year. He passed out copies of John Donne’s “The Flea” and read it to us. Then he goes, “what does this mean?” *Silence* “What is it about?” about half us are like ?????? while the other half are like uhhhhhhhh. He goes, “It’s ok, you can say it…” so one kid finally goes “….Sex?” “YES! Now how did you know that?” and the half that hadn’t been confused started pointing to certain lines, which he used to make us backtrack until he could give us a name of a device or explain about rhyme scheme or whatever. John Donne became my favorite poet because of his class. (We also read several of his holy sonnets later in the year and watched clips of Wit in class.) There was also the day he gave instructions for a timed write and then said, “OK? And while you do that, I’m gonna keep looking for a care bear costume that isn’t sexy.” We all laughed except one kid who goes, “How do you have a sexy care bear costume????” We all just looked at him until my teacher finally said, “…you know, it’s like lingerie with bear ears?” He also taught me the limited value of page minimums in writing. I didn’t quite make the page minimum once and got like and 85 on the paper or something. When we conferenced he walked me though all his comments about my organization and whatnot. I asked, “Ok, and just for my own reference, how many of these points were taken off for not meeting the page requirement?” He said, “Huh? Oh, none. None! You covered everything effectively and I don’t want to read the extra half-page of fluff.” Absolutely changed my perspective on writing papers and I aspire to make my teaching style much like his (when I’m teaching somewhere that can handle class discussions anyway…).

(Sorry, not sorry. You had to know that one was gonna be long! lol.)

91. What is your favorite word?

I think my favorite word is “persnickety”. It’s fun to say and applies to soooo many situations in the education world. I learned it from A Series of Unfortunate Events and have loved it ever since. :)

[nitallica]

Cross-posted from my blog: DC I love you

I spent last weekend recovering from last week’s trip to Washington DC for MWLUG. Work has been hella crazy this week while I’m trying to catch up and get a few things implemented that I learned.

BTW: It was FUN! Seriously loved the venue, and I loved being in DC. I am very much looking forward to next year’s, which is supposed to be in Ann Arbor, MI if I heard correctly.

Sadly, we will likely no longer be attending IBM’s Lotusphere ConnectED Connect conference due to cost. I missed this year’s trip due to my surgery, but by looking at the schedule of sessions, there would have been very little for me there. That makes me a bit sad, but it is what it is. MWLUG is cheaper, and quite frankly more useful (to me, at least). One of my favorite sessions last week was a “discussion” (read: tongue lashing) from Lotus/Domino users, admins, and developers to a couple members of IBM staff.

I almost felt sorry for them … almost.

Traveling to and from went a lot better this year due mostly to some mental and intestinal fortification via chemistry. In other words, my doctor gave me something to chill me out during the flights. :) I took a Xanax before each flight and they helped tremendously! Our flight back from DC to Atlanta was stressful, and from Atlanta to Birmingham was downright scary. Given how I have flipped my shit in the past during bumpy flights, I was a lot calmer while doped up. But I noticed right away how tired I was after each flight. I mean, I’ve had jetlag before, but holy Hell! Never like this.

During each flight, I chronicled my thoughts. I don’t even remember WHY, maybe to pass the time? Those around me found me a little funny while on the Xanax, but I felt chill as fuck. Seriously. I have never been so relaxed and calm in my life. (except maybe while I was Valium for my anxiety years ago)

Tuesday:

6:00am Been seated for a little bit. Holy shit this thing is cramped! I’m sitting on the aisle which I’m hoping works out better this time than my previous trips where I was by the window.

A little dismayed that there are no barf bags anywhere that I can see. Not that I’ve ever blown chunks on a plane, I’ve always felt like I could. It’s rare for me to have motion sickness (usually only with a bad migraine), but my anxiety makes me nauseous sometimes.

6:15 Child behind me starts screaming. This is going to be a long 2 hours.

Dude beside me has taken up both arm rests. Keeps opening and closing the window shade. His duffle bag is taking up half of my floor space. I mean, not that my stubby little hobbit legs need a whole lot of room, but still. At least he’s quiet.

6:38 Takeoff was a little bumpy. Not scary, but not exactly comfortable either. So far the Xanax seems to be helping?

Poor Joseph and CaySal have had to sit next to me while I’ve lost my shit on previous flights. God bless whoever invented this stuff!!!

6:50 Snacks!!! :D

I was very surprised they didn’t offer peanuts. To my delight they have almonds! :)

7:06 I’m feeling surprisingly good. I only took one Xanax, and was worried that maybe I needed two. So far, so good. While part of me hates being dependent on medications, they have made my life so much better!

7:13 I’ve had Billy Joel’s “You May Be Right (I May Be Crazy)” stuck in my head since I got to the airport this morning. Which is weird because prior to that I had “Blood on My Name” on loop on my internal radio. My Uber driver’s name was Lazarus, which likely started that. Can’t remember what I heard upon waking up.

Funny, I’m currently building a new Domino server named Lazarus. It is basically a replacement for a server that’s on its proverbial deathbed. An attempt to resurrect it, if you will.

8:21 (crossed time zone!) We’re told to put our seat belts on. Getting ready to land soon? I hope. I hope. I hope. I hope.

8:25 By looking out windows in front of me, wherever we are is pretty. Nice and sunny. I want a nap so badly. Could not sleep last night and running on about 3 hours’ worth. Today is gonna be a long day.

8:33 I realized that I forgot to pack my sneakers. I have my Harley boots on currently, and they’re usually fine. But I like having sneakers just in case. Because let’s face it, sometimes my feet can be little bitches. Plus, they’re black with dark red accents and I lurvs them. :)

8:40 While I was not thrilled about Delta having me pay to check my overnight bag (which work will reimburse me for), I will say this. Their staff have been great so far. The in flight staff especially. Very friendly!

Most of the TSA staff, not so much. :/

8:53 Making our descent. Hello, Detroit! :D

9:04 Whee! Landed and taxiing to our gate.

9:41 Waiting for time to board the next leg. Duuuuuuuude I am feeling so groovy. Now I know why everyone recommended I get this.

Joseph asked if my doc could put me on this every day. LOL

10:14 Seated and waiting to take off. Next trip I am DEFINITELY upgrading my seat. Slightly less cramped than last flight, but too small for my comfort.

At least I get a window seat this time! :)

10:34 Video safety instructions now. Yay? Was kind of neat. Now playing with screen on back of the seat in front of me while we taxi out to the runway.

11:28 Played around with the flight tracker. Then watch one of the inflight movies. Born in China – about animals indigenous to China. :)

Getting close to D.C. No almonds on this flight so I opted for cinnamon cookies to dunk in my coffee. :)

Definitely wanting a nap right nap. So tired zzzzzzzzzz…

11:55 D.C. I am in you! :D

12:15pm Headed to Alexandria to the hotel. Hopefully they will let me check in early.

And the flights home, Thursday/Friday:

3:27pm Checked Delta app and learned that my flight is going to be delayed at least an hour. Something about trouble with a passenger. Yikes?

Joy of joys, I’m already stressing out. Going ahead and taking my Xanax now.

4:05 Waiting on Uber to head to the airport.

5:15 Arrived at the airport, got checked in, bags handled, and groped by TSA.

Note: DC’s TSA folks are friendlier than Birmingham’s. Not by much, but still. Delta folks, however, were very super nice.

Now sitting down to get some food. Feeling super chill, but my head is killing me, probably due to lack of sleep. Been up since 3am.

Wheeee!

5:37 We ate at Grille District. The hot wings were not hot, but very tasty. I prefer a flavorful sauce to one that melts your face off any day.

6:03 Now the long wait to board.

6:53 An announcement comes in overhead; the flight has been delayed … again.

6:59 After talking with Delta, they said we should still make it in time for connecting flight. It may be close.

8:03 Aaaaaaand flight delayed … again. Not confident that we will make our connecting flight now.

8:20 Delta says we could “probably” make our connecting flight. I really don’t want to spend the night in Atlanta.

8:44 Finally boarding plane.

9:14 Take off. I am completely knackered. May try to sleep some.

9:22 Nope, can’t sleep. While I’m not freaking as much as I normally would, I am not as zen feeling as I was earlier. I maybe should have waited to take the Xanax until just before boarding. Granted, all the calamity with the delays did not help things. To make things worse, my neck and back are starting to pain me greatly.

I wanna go home. :(

9:26 Heavy turbulence, one of my least favorite things. Not freaking. But not exactly comfortable either.

9:48 According to the little flight tracker thingy on the screen in front of my seat, we are about midway over North Carolina.

10:04 Looks like we’ve crossed over into South Carolina air space now. Getting closer to home.

10:09 The lady behind me says it’s unhealthy for me to be so fixated on the flight tracker. I said it gives me something to focus on, to distract me. She asks what I would need to be distracted from, and I answer from the fact that we are hurdling through the air around 36,000 feet high at 1,000 MPH in a large metal projectile with no parachutes.

She then quietly sat back and hasn’t said another word. I often wonder how many people regret asking me questions. :)

10:20 Getting closer to Georgia. Got just over half an hour now.

10:27 Descending into Atlanta. Attendant says we’re landing in about 20 minutes.

We can make our flight if we haul ass. I really really REALLY don’t want to spend the night in Atlanta.

10:38 Seeing a metric shit-ton of lightning up here. At least we seem to be above most of it.

Supposed to be landing in 10 mins or so …

11:16 Ran like mad to next gate and barely made it. Airport staffer had told us the wrong direction to go to the gate we needed when we got off the plane from D.C. I seriously could have throttled her.

Now waiting to take off for Birmingham.

11:59 Wheeled out to the tarmac and sat … no idea why. About to take off now.

I’m on the way. Home sweet home.

I didn’t take that many pictures, but what few I have are up on my Flickr page.

I’m so glad that tomorrow is Friday. I’m spending it with Jessie, who turned 20 yesterday. Wow, I feel old. LOL

I hope y’all are having a good week! :)

... from DC I love you

[taehyungie-is-bae]

Amazing Surprises - 1

I have been wanting to post this series for a while now, but I needed to finish all of the single stories for the members. But it’s finally here! Also this is the unedited version, so I’m soooo sorry if there are any typos or bad grammar parts in it, I just didn’t want to wait ya’ll any longer. I hope you enjoy!

(P.S. Oh my word! I have NOT posted in a while and I’m so disappointed in myself! I was sooo busy this past month, my family came into town, I went to a baseball game, I went to an old friend’s house. And I got distracted while watching Strong Woman Do Bong Soon. Amazing show btw. I’m so sorry! And I hope this long ass chapter and series can make up for it for my absence!)

Summery: Taehyung and Y/N’s “secret” relationship was recently announced and the world is going wild. Tabloid’s and New’s reports are insane and causing a bit of stress towards both Y/N and Taehyung. But what will happen when Taehyung and Y/N have a bit of a heated moment and get caught buying something “suspicious”?

Genre: Fluff. Romance. Drama. Angst. Mentions of Smut.

Characters: Taehyung X Reader Ft. Other Members and Y/N’s best friend; Jihyun.

Words: 5,678

"Hello! How are you today? Hello" The hostess bowed many times. I bowed a lot of times in return, both being extra polite to the other.

"Hello. I'm good, thank you" I bowed again. She waved her hand towards the couch for me to sit, and I did.

Today I was at an interview. Being a famous solo artist and actress it was a given I get asked to be on many interviews or talk shows. Although today was a special one. The hostess was actually my best friend; Oh Jihyun. We hadn't seen each other in months. It was so nice to be able to see her, even if we had to keep our relationship under wraps.

I couldn't stop smiling; Just being able to see her face brightened up my day. She seemed to be sharing the same feeling since she had to force herself to look at the crowd instead of me.

"Now!" She cleared her throat "I'm sure all of you guys know who this is? Am I right?" The crowd cheered while some even lifted up signs to support me.

I laughed, still getting used to the fact that I was now an internationally famous artist.

"Yes of course you all know her! She's Y/N L/N after all" The crowd cheered even louder.

"Okay" Jihyun chuckled "Why don't we get started?" She turned back to me. I nodded in agreement.

"Yes. Let's do that Jihyun" God it felt nice to say her name again. Since I have not seen her in a while it was taking all my muscles and nerves not to give her a bone crushing hug.

"So. I have to ask. How is this experience for you? I mean going from a famous girl group to an even more famous soloist-And actress I might add-" Jihyun started. I chuckled at some of the whistles from the crowd.

"Well.. It has been nice actually. I do, of course, miss the days where I could hang out with my band members with no problem, but I do feel like this is what I should be doing. I love making my fans happy while enjoying my work" I answered, making sure to be careful of what I was saying.

"Yes. That must be nice-"

"Yes-"

"-Well. Okay I have to get to the point because I'm pretty sure we're all curious here" Jihyun started. I chuckled again, knowing full well what was about to ask. I have already told her all the details through text, but the crowd didn't know that.

"So your relationship with famous artist Kim Taehyung of BTS made world wide news. Am I right?" The crowd cheered again and I laughed.

"Yes. It did. Actually I was very surprised it did. I didn't think it would be as a big deal as it was" I admitted.

"Are you kidding? You're extremely famous and so is he. To see you two together-I mean I speak for everyone- You two are a perfect match" I could feel the blush creeping up my neck. No one has told either of us that.

"Well.. I wouldn't say exactly that" I nervously chuckled.

Jihyun ignored the comment and continued with her questions "So how is it like dating famous Kim Taehyung?" Jihyun rested her chin in her palm, clearly interested in the things she has already heard.

"Well it's been nice. I have known him since before we both even debuted so it feels nice to be able to express my feelings towards him in public"

"Mhmm" Jihyun answers, waving at me to continue.

"He also drives me crazy-In a good way- He is so sweet and is always caring for me; He makes my day just by messaging me. It doesn't matter what I'm doing, he is always on my mind" I just now realized how cheesy I was sounding and awkwardly chuckled.

"Aww! That's so sweet!" Jihyun exclaimed and the crowd cheered in agreement. I could feel my face get redder if that was even possible.

"Thank you.." I awkwardly thanked.

"So how long has it been since you last saw him? I mean since you two are both very famous you have to also be very busy. It must be hard to find a single day together and relaxe. How do you do that?" Jihyun asked the question I was dreading the most.

"Well.." I nervously cleared my throat "I actually haven't seen him in a while-But we do skype and text a lot, so that makes up for it- I also get to talk to his members too and they encourage me a lot. It helps" I explain and Jihyun nods.

"That's nice to have something like that"

"Yea. It is-"

"So how long exactly have you not seen him?" Jihyun pressed and I tried my hardest not to pounce at her. She was doing this on purpose and I knew it. She was so getting an earful after the interview.

"Uhm... Well.. I think it's almost been a.. Year.. Wow. It's almost been a year since I've seen him" The crowd dramatically gasps.

I chuckled "It's okay. We talk a lot though"

"Well that's good that you two at least still talk right?" Jihyun points out and I nod.

The conversation after that went pretty smoothly. Just like a regular interview there were some personal questions; Like what's the craziest thing you have done with all the BTS members.

I explained that I had gone to an amusement park with them, and being terrified of heights, I had thrown up after riding the ferris wheel. Jihyun started laughing followed by the crowd joining in.

"Yikes! That has to be tough" She exaggerated. She would know though since she was there too when it happened.

After the interview I went straight to the dressing room. My schedule was packed for the day, which meant I had to quickly re-touch my make up and change for my next event.

After saying my goodbye's go Jihyun-And telling her to come over some time- I left in the black van.

I thought back to when we were talking about Taehyung. Has it really been a year since I haven't seen him? I would always watch him on TV and have always supported him during his comebacks. We just never really had the time to see each other face to face. I couldn't get my mind off of that.

We pulled up into a parking lot. My body guard leading me inside the building without getting mobbed by fans and paparazzi.

I had a fan meeting/sign today and it was a pretty busy day, which meant I would probably be back late.

I walk into the venue, also sent straight into dressing room; Just some precautions before the signing.

After all the touching up I was led back stage. I waited a bit before the announcer finally introduced me. I walked out from behind the curtain.

I smiled and waved at the fans as I walked out. They cheered and smiled as well, a lot holding up signs to support me. I have been an artist for a while now so I was used to this, but just not quiet used to being alone.

I formally bow, greeting the fans. They would occasionally cheer now and then. Finally it was time for the questions.

I sat down in a chair, a large table full of cue cards in front of me; probably filled with questions from fans.

I picked one up, making sure it was appropriate before reading it.

"Who, other than V-Oppa, are you closest with in BTS?" I chuckled at the question.

"Well other than Tae.. I have to say either Seokjin or Yoongi. Jin, of course being my brother and all. Yoongi because he is my best friend; I met him even before Taehyung or any of the other members. The rest are like bothers to me" I answered. The fans cheered, clearly happy with the answer. I decided to quickly move on to the next question.

Of course it was another BTS question "When do you think you will be able to see Taehyung-oppa, or any of the BTS members next?" I read out loud. I thought for a while, wondering if there were any Music Shows coming up or if they were having a comeback soon.

"Well it all depends" I started "We normally see each other during Music Award shows, but sometimes we surprise each other" I finished.

The questions after those seemed to be similar. I guess I had it coming when Taehyung and I announced we were dating. BTS are in my life forever now and I would have to get used to it.

Finally the questions were over and it was about time for me to leave, but not before giving the fans a final speech.

I stood up from my seat, clearing my throat to get everyone's attention "I want to thank you all guys personally-Not just my Korean fans but even all you international fans-You have all supported me during all my tough times and I am very thankful for that" I took a deep breath before continuing "To be honest after our announcement that we are dating, I thought a lot of you guys would hate me, but you stuck by my side. I am extra thankful for that. I hope in the future we can continue to-" A loud scream cut through the venue, followed by other fans joining in.

My eyes widened in shock, my eyebrows furrowing together. They wouldn't normally scream and intentionally interrupt my speeches. So what were they screaming at.

"What's wrong?" I decided to ask. All of the fans pointed behind me. I quickly turned around, scanning the room, but nothing was to be found other than the table and chair I left.

"I don't see anything" I answered, turning back to the fans but as soon as I did they started pointing and screaming; "Look!" or "Right there!"

I turned around but once gain the room was empty. I was starting to think the fans were playing a trick on me until I suddenly spotted a camera in the corner of the room. My eyes widened.

I scanned the room again and sure enough there were cameras on each of the corners in the room. This was a hidden camera prank.

I turned towards the fans again, a new determination building up inside me "What do you see?" I ask. I expected them to say something like "Camera's" or maybe point out something I was missing in the room, but that was definitely not what I heard.

"TAEHYUNG!" They all screamed. My heart dropped and I stood there speechless. How could they be seeing Taehyung? He was back in Seoul and this is Busan. I think I would have known if my own boyfriend was in town.

I laughed "You guys are joking right?" I asked them but they all shook their heads. My stomach was starting to hurt.

"W-Where do you see him, because I don't see him?" I quickly ask, turning around towards the "not so" empty room again.

I turned my head to look at the fans and they all pointed behind me again. I whipped my head around but there was still no one.

"What are you all pointing at?" I ask in frustration.

Immediately they all screamed "THE TABLE!" I jumped at the sudden noise, awkwardly chuckling. I decided to just go for it and walk towards the table.

I hesitantly walk around the table a couple times. There was a cloth over the table, so if he was hiding he would be under it.

I hesitantly reach down, lifting up the table cloth. It wasn't until the cloth was completely off the table that a person jumped out, making me squeal at the sudden action.

Immediately I felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I look up and sure enough I was faced with the box smiling idiot Taehyung. My heart was pounding out of my chest and my stomach did flips.

"Oh my god! Taehyung!" I screamed. As soon as I wrapped my arms arms around him fans started screaming, either cheering for us or just plain excited that Taehyung was here.

I couldn't believe this was actually happening. Was this all a dream? Were these pair of arms someone else's and I was hallucinating? Or was it really my Taehyung?

These thoughts kept swirling in my mind, that is until Taehyung whispered in my ear "I missed you love" That was it. I knew it was really him. Tears filled my eyes as I nuzzled my face into his chest, my grip around him tightening just to make sure he wouldn't let go.

It has been a year. A fucking year since I've seen him and I just couldn't believe this was happening.

I could feel the soft rumbling of Taehyung's chest as he chuckled. God I missed that laugh. He gently turned around so he was facing the fans, chin resting on top of my head.

"I think it's about time for us to leave. It was great seeing all of you guys, and I can speak on behalf of both Y/N and I that we are very happy for your support. We love you guys!" He spoke for me. The fans cheeres one last time and I couldn't help but smile.

"Okay! Goodbye for now!" Taehyung waved. I managed to pry myself away from Taehyung, wiping away my tears. I waved at the fans as well while Tae led me towards back stage.

Taehyung had his arm around me the entire time we were walking towards the dressing room. I had a couple people congratulating for a good job, but my only concern was the arm wrapped around my shoulder or rather the person it belonged to.

Taehyung and I finally reached the dressing room. He quickly opened the door, peeking his head inside to make sure no one was there. When he came back with a big grin I only assumed there was none.

Quickly Taehyung pulled me inside. I didn't even have time to register before he was pinning me against the door.

He starts kissing me everywhere. My cheeks, nose, eyes, forehead, chin. Everywhere but my lips.

"Taehyung~" I whined. He stopped kissing me and gave me a smirk.

"What?" He nonchalantly asks.

"Kiss me"

"I am"

I roll my eyes "On my lips you meanie!" He laughed at my insult, shaking his head in the process.

"Not yet" He answers with a playful pout.

I groan as he moved his mouth to my neck. I would lie if I said I didn't already enjoy this but I needed to kiss him myself.

One of his hands that was near my head moved down to grasp my hand, lacing them together. He kisses down my jaw, my earlobe, my neck, and to my collar bone and goes back and forth between those. Occasionally nipping my skin making sure to leave a mark.

"Taehyung~" I sing song again.

"Hmm?" I reach down, brining his face up to look at me. He was giving me another stupid grin. I can never resist him.

"Kiss me" I breathed out, barely a whisper. His smile faded, eyes flickering back and forth between my eyes and lips. Our lips just barely brushing against each other. What was he waiting for?

Just before anything more could happen there was a knock on the door. Taehyung and I quickly jumped away from each other, startled by the noise.

"Y/N. Taehyung. I know you're in there. I'm sorry to interrupt but we really should get going" I head a familiar voice explain and my eyes widen.

'You brought Jin?' I worded to Taehyung and he nodded.

Quickly I opened the door and sure enough there was Jin, leaning against the door frame and grinning like a mad man.

This day just keeps getting better and better. I immediately jump into Jin's arms, he chuckles as he wraps his arms around me as well.

"Oh my god Jin! I missed you!" I squealed and he chuckled again.

"I missed you too sis. How have you been?" Jin and I parted, arms still wrapped around each other as we spoke "I'm assuming good due to that hickey right there" He grazes my neck with his finger and my face goes red, replacing his hand with mine to cover it up.

I nervously clear my throat, ignoring his comment "I-I'm good. Great actually now that you guys are here. I have been getting surprise after surprise today, I mean I even saw Jihyun today" I answer referring to the previous interview I had.

"Oh, well don't tell Jungkook that; He has been wanting to see her for a while now but nothing is working due to their busy schedules"

"Jungkook is here?" I ask, glancing behind Jin to see if there was any other BTS members hiding.

"Yea. Actually we're all here" Jin points out finally letting me go.

"Seriously?" I look back and forth between Jin and Tae.

"Yea. We have a surprise concert happening near by. We obviously know you live here so we thought we could stop by. Is that okay?" Jin asks, giving me an evil smirk.

"Are you kidding me you idiot!" I playfully punch Jin's chest "It's more than okay! You guys can stay at my place and we can have a party every day!" I started getting excited.

"Okay, we're not girls" Jin started, raising his hands up in defense "We're staying at a hotel just a block from your house. Taehyung can stay at your place if he wants" He explained

I looked at Taehyung and he nodded "Okay, well you guys need to come over any time you can; This may be the only time I get to see you guys for a while" Taehyung and Jin hummed in agreement.

"Alright. We have a van waiting out back. It's big enough for all of us but we don't have enough time so we should go now" Jin explained and Taehyung led me out the hallway.

When we reached out back, al the members were hanging around next to the van. God it felt nice to see their faces. They all turned towards us when they heard the large door open.

"Y/N!" They all exclaimed. I smiled at them and waited as they all started walking towards me.

Of course the first one to reach me was Yoongi. He engulfed me in a bear hug. I wrapped my arms around him making sure to hold him tight.

"I missed you" I hear Yoongi whisper close to my ear. I chuckle. Normally Yoongi isn't one for cheesy comments, but when he is he's always discreet about it.

"I miss you too Yoongi" I answer and Yoongi let's me go, looking at me for a minute before moving on for the next person to hug me.

It was Hoseok. Hoseok and I weren't best friends but considering he was my sisters husband, we were still close.

"Hey bro" I smile at him and he brings me into a tight hug, just barely cracking my ribs.

"Hey Y/N! It's been too long!" He exlaims.

"Oh Jeez Hoseok! I missed you too but I can't breath" I gasp. He quickly let go and awkwardly laughs.

"Sorry" He apologizes, scratching the back of his neck.

"It's okay" Hoseok steps aside for Jungkook. Jungkook was like a little brother to me, considering he was dating my best friend, I felt like I was responsible for him in a lot of ways.

"Jungkookie! Hey kiddo" I excitedly greet, immediately reaching up to give him a hug.

"Hey noona. How are you?" He returned the hug, giving me a chaste kiss on the forehead when we parted.

"I'm good. How are you and Jihyun?" I ask and Jungkook's face falls.

"Good.. I just haven't been able to see her; We're both really busy"

"How about this. I'll get you a date with her and you can hook me up with some of your banana chips?" I gave him a quirky smile with an eyebrow raised and his eyes lit up.

"Deal!" He answered. This is exactly why I felt responsible for him.

After that it was Jimin and Namjoon. Of course Namjoon, Jimin and I were close, but in a different way the others. I would go to Namjoon when I needed help with my college stuff or Jimin if I needed help with my vocals or dancing.

Finally we all loaded into the van. Unfortunately having an "overprotective" brother meant I would sit in the passengers seat, far away from a certain boyfriend and in eye level with a certain brother who was driving.

"So I have bad news for you Y/N" Jin started, turning to look at me during a red light "Since our show is in four weeks we have to go straight to dance practice after I drop you off" Jin sighs and I sigh.

"It's okay, I understand. Make sure to come by when you're done. Unless it's midnight then come in the morning" I mumble the last part and Jin laughs.

"Got it" He answers "But there is good news" He started again and my attention is brought up again "Taehyung doesn't need to go since he did extra practicing at home. Our choreographer said he can take a few days off" He explained and I felt a burden lift off. I would lie if I said them leaving for dance practice didn't kill me.

"Sounds good" I masked my disappointment.

After a bit of a drive we finally arrived at my apartment complex. Taehyung and I hopped out of the van, waving at the members as they left.

Taehyung and I quickly ran towards the building once they were out of sight. I was catching speed when I could see him in the corner of my eyes just before he passed me. I was starting to think this was a face.

We finally arrived at my apartment, out of breath as I unlocked the door. I walked inside and dropped my bags on the floor. I walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. As I was pouring the water I spoke.

"So what did you want to do? I have tons of movies we could watch. I have popcorn and snacks, we could have like a movie night?" I suggest but there was no answer.

"Babe-" I felt a strong hand grasp my shoulder, yanking me around to face them. I smiled when I noticed who it was. I didn't even notice Taehyung was right behind me when he was.

He grabbed the glass out of my hand, carefully setting it on the counter. He placed both his hands on either side of the sink, trapping me in his arms.

I glanced down and noticed he wasn't wearing a shirt. I snorted "You work fast-" I was cut off yet again when Taehyung crashed his lips on mine. It was a slow and passionate kiss yet very sweet. My stomach did flips. I had been missing this.

Once Taehyung was done he rested his forehead onto mind "I haven't seen you for a year.. All of you.." One of his hands landed on my waist, slowly skimming down "I think 'working fast' is an understatement on how I feel right now" His lips were back on mine.

Hid hand that was on my waist reached down to my thigh, lifting it up to his waist. I got the hint and jumped up, wrapping my other leg around his waist. He used his other hand to support my other thigh, making sure I wouldn't fall.

His lips left mine, skimming down my neck he started nipping over my older bruises, making darker ones. I would need to use makeup to cover that up.

I combed my fingers through his hairs as he kissed down to my collar bone. I bent my head back allowing him more access.

Taehyung turned around in the kitchen, slowly making out way towards my bedroom.

Two Weeks Later . . .

I woke up to bitter cold nipping me on my bare back. I turned around in bed, blindly reaching out for a warm body that was not there.

I groan, peeking an eye open. Sure enough Taehyung was not in bed. I decided to get up, slipping over Taehyung's oversized shirt falling just below my butt.

I lazily walked out of my bedroom. The closer I got to the living room I could start to hear faint noises coming from the TV. As I entered the living room a yawned escaped my mouth. I tried rubbing the sleep out of my eyes.

"Hey sleepy head" I opened my eyes again to see Taehyung staring at me. He had a stupid grin plastered on his face.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing. You're just too cute when you look like that" He answered, outstretching his arm for me to come to him.

I sighed as I made my way towards him. I plopped down on the couch, immediately cuddling into his chest. His arms wrapped around me, and he brought the blanket that was on him over me.

I draped a leg over his that was on the coffee table. I rested my hand on his chest as I watched him flip through the channels on the TV.

There wasn't much to watch, that is until I saw him quickly switch past a channel with his band on it.

"Wait! That was you guys!" I tried grabbing the remote out of his hands but he lifted it out of my reach "Taehyung~"

"No I don't want to watch that; It's cringy watching myself like that" He explained, narrowing his eyes at the TV.

"So what? I wanna watch it" I was finally able to grab the remote out of his hands. I quickly switched through the channels again.

"No!" Taehyung dramatically shouted, attacking me in the process. He lifted me off of him so I was now laying on my back, him on top of me.

"Taehyung you're crushing me!" I gasped.

"That's the point! Then you can't change the channels" But it was too late. I had finally found the channel, watching in content with Taehyung on top of me, his head turned away from the TV.

I noticed it wasn;t a concert or fanmeeting, it was an interview. Even better.

"So I need to ask you something" The interviewer asked, pointing towards Taehyung. I smiled, interested as to what he would ask.

"So we all know about your relationship with Y/N-" The other BTS members hooted and clapped. Some who were close to Taehyung patted him on his back.

Meanwhile the Taehyung with me was hiding his face in my neck, afraid to watch it. I rested my hand over his open ear so he couldn't hear either, occasionally playing with the strands of his hair near his ear.

"Taehyung on the TV nodded "Well then I have to ask how that's going?" How does it work? I mean since you both are busy and all" The interviewer finished.

"He talks about her a lot!" Jungkook answered for him.

"And he calls her a lot too!" Jimin added.

"He never lets me talk to her when he calls her though" Jin pouted. I chuckled knowing full well he was lying; Jin would always steal the phone from Tae, running off into the closet so he wouldn't find him. We would end up having hour long conversations before Taehyung can find him.

"Hey, Hey! He asked me" Taehyung pointed out, the rest chuckling "Y/N and I are doing good actually. I met her before we debuted so we have been best friends for a while now. I finally got the courage two years ago to ask her out; Probably the best decision in my entire life" I smiled even larger. The other members made kissing sounds and saying "Oooh"s

"That's really good! So how would you describe her?"

"Well... She's funny.. Sweet.. She is always worrying about my health, telling me to eat and stay healthy. She's makes sure that I tell other members as well. She can always cheer me up even when I'm at the worst of worsts. She is a very good cook-Which is an up side considering I can't cook at all- She has the most beautiful smile in the entire world. Her eyes are gorgeous. She just makes me all happy inside. I don't know it's just really good" Taehyung finished. I could almost feel a tear slip past my cheek. He had never once told me any of this. Of course Taehyung is a very affectionate guy, but when it comes to sharing his feelings, he normally bottles it up afraid he will say something wrong.

Taehyung groaned in my neck, clearly embarrassed.

"That is so sweet!" The interviewer exclaimed "So when was the last time you have seen her?" He suddenly asked. You could tell the air in the room the members were in became tense. Taehyung shifted in his seat.

"Um... I think.. It's been about a year.." The crowd became silent, a couple gasp being heard amongst the silence.

"Really? A year? Wow that's a long time. So you guys are maintaining a long distant relationship?" Taehyung nodded "Oh. Well that's awesome that you two are still going strong. I applaud you"

"Thank you"

"So are you planning on seeing her anytime soon; Surprising her or just visiting" The interviewer pressed on.

"Actually I already have something planned. I was planning on surprising her for our anniversary. I was-" The TV was suddenly shut off. I looked up and realized Taehyung was sitting up now and managed to grab the remote out of my hands.

"Wait! Wait! I want to see what you were going to say!" I shouted.

"It wouldn't be a surprise then babe!" He sat down next to me. He frowned when he noticed my glassy eyes and wet cheeks, hovering over me again to examine my face.

"Why are you crying?" He brushed his thumb over my cheek to wipe the tears.

I sniff while chuckling "I don't know... I've just never heard you say anything like that.. It makes me feel good.." I trailed off. He gives me a warm smile, leaning down to kiss my nose.

"Well every word is one hundred percent true. I don't know what I would do without you" Taehyung leaned down again, placing a soft, sweet kiss on my lips.

Suddenly my stomach felt wrong, not exactly in the best way. It started churning and a bad familiar feeling built up in my stomach. I immediately pushed Taehyung off of me, running towards the bathroom.

"Oh god!" I yelled on the way. As soon as I made it to the toilet I instantly started vomiting. I didn't even know I had anything in my stomach.

I could hear Taehyung's heavy footsteps running into the bathroom. He sighed and pulled my hair back in a pony tail, rubbing small circles on my back with his free hand.

After I was done choking to death I was able to brush my teeth. The entire time I thought back to what could have possibly make me throw up. Did I have a stomach virus? Maybe the flu? It made no sense; I felt completely fine otherwise.

Through the reflection of the mirror I can see Taehyung leaning against the door frame, giving me a questionable look. He was probably racking his brain just as much as I was.

"So.." He started "Was kissing me that bad for you?" Taehyung playfully pouted and I chuckled.

"No! Of course not. I don't even know what's going on; I felt completely fine before and I still feel completely find now.." I explained while rinsing my mouth.

"Huh.." Taehyung finished "Do you happen to want something to eat? You should probably get something in your system" He suggested and I shrugged.

"What's there to eat?" I walk out of the bathroom with Taehyung on my heels. Walking into the kitchen, I hop onto the counter while Taehyung rummages through the fridge.

"I could make you some eggs.. Or better yet; ramyun with eggs. Your favorite" I scowled. The thought of ramyun suddenly didn't sound to appetizing.

"No. I'm really not in the mood for that" I answer. Taehyung closes the fridge and stares at me dumb founded "What?" I ask in confusion.

"You? Not in the mood for your favorite meal? You always want ramyun with eggs" He walks closer to me, standing in between my legs and wrapping his arms around my waist "What is going on with you?" He asks.

"I don't know.."

"Have you started your period?" I chuckle, playfully hitting him on the chest.

"No you dork! I'm actually a week late.." I trail; A thought suddenly occurring. I thought back to two weeks ago.

"Tae?" I start and he nods "Did we use a condom...?"

~To Be Continued~