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[blamemma]

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[ve1vetyoongi]

Operation: Love Letters | 02

💌 CHAPTER INDEX 💌

♡ ⇢ pairing: ot7 x reader.

♡ ⇢ chapter word count: 7k

♡ ⇢ genre: mystery, college!au, romance, fluff, eventual smut.

♡ ⇢ warnings: none.

♡ ⇢ summary: When every student on campus is going crazy about a survey that claims to make true love bloom, your best friend manages to convince you to join in on the fun — except you’re disappointed to find out that your results just seem to be lost causes. That is until a love letter from a mysterious secret admirer turns up and you find yourself on a mission to find the person behind the pen — but you quickly realise it’s going to be a lot harder than you initially thought when you have 7 possible bachelors to investigate, right? Operation: Love Letters a-go!

♡ ⇢ schedule: updated every day at 5pm GMT in the run up to Valentine’s Day 2020!

"So what's the plan?" You ask Jimin, who has his leg propped up beside you on the barricade separating the bleachers from the campus football field. It's later that same evening and you're buzzing with adrenaline at the thought of the mission you're about to embark on in pursuit of your secret admirer — renowned football player and campus 'it' boy Jung Hoseok.

"Well," Jimin eases his leg down and drops into a deep stretch before his head pops back up over the barricade and he shakes his cheer pom poms with a grin. "As you know, tonight is the pep rally!"

Jimin points excitedly to the red and white cheer uniform he dons with PARK written on the back. He's been a part of the cheer squad since high school, and although his preppy school spirit usually wears thin, you are silently glad that posing as his supportive best friend offers you the perfect excuse to bump into your potential footballer bachelor.

"Don't tell me you've dragged me all the way here just to watch you and the cheer team perform?" You groan, flopping back into your seat unamused and wrinkling your nose at the small stadium you find yourself reluctantly sat in. The rally doesn’t start for 45 minutes but the air is already alive with a buzz of excitement, the scent of hot dogs and burgers floating from nearby carts that are stuffed with students brandishing red foam fingers and mascot hats and and a sickening amount of school spirit that makes your eyes roll.

Jimin shoots you a stern look as he rubs a crick out of his neck "What? Not even an ounce of support for your best friend?" It's his turn to roll his eyes now, but he brushes your betrayal off quickly, far too excited by the mission at hand. "No, I dragged you here because of course Hoseok is gonna come tonight! He's team captain after all."

As if on cue, a busted up truck squeals into the lot, and from your seat in the bleachers you have the perfect view as the door swings open and a hoard of football players come tumbling out, laughing and hooting like they drank one too many redbull's on the way here.The rally crowd parts like the red sea, allowing the team to run out onto the pitch in a playful brawl.

The last guy to swing himself out of the back of the truck is taller and lankier than the rest, yet somehow broad beneath his college varsity jacket that unlike his teammates simple red and white ensembles is made from black studded leather with a red 28 emblazoned in the back. You notice the beginnings of black inkings that curve up his arms where they poke out from the bottom of his sleeve, winding all the way up to where they end at the base of his neck.

His wavy auburn hair parts perfectly down the middle, barely ruffled by the early spring breeze, and you know instantly when his face lights up into a swoon worthy smirk that this is the guy you're looking for.

This is Jung Hoseok. The bad boy football player that every girl on campus has a crush on and every guy secretly wishes they could be. And, allegedly, your very own secret admirer

.He joins his teammates who welcome him with thumps on the back, but not before he cups his forehead and squints up towards the bleachers as if he's looking for someone. His eyes pause when they get to you, a smile appearing on his face as he offers a small wave in your direction before he's being dragged away by a hoard of cheerleaders and you're left with your heart thumping in your chest like a drum.

"That's the guy who sent me the love letter?" You gawk, pulling Jimin up to talk a short distance away from the prying eyes of the rest of the cheer squad.

"Did you see that?" Jimin grips your arm excitedly. "He totally just tried to flirt with you! It has to be him."

"So?” You say skeptically. "This whole thing seems too good to be true."

"So all we have to do is get you two alone and bad-a bing bad-a boom! You've got yourself a valentine!"

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. "How do you suppose I get him alone when he's gonna be surrounded by the football team all night?

Jimin plants his hands on his hips with a smug smile and leans on the barricade to rest his chin in his palms innocently. "I might just have the perfect way."

A nervous sigh leaves your chest, voice heightening in pitch. "Jimin? What did you do?"

He throws his hands up in defence. "What makes you think I did something bad? I just did whatever I had to so you can get your man." He throws an arm around your shoulders, like he's doing you a favour, and points out at the pitch where the football team are jumping around playfully. "Think about it. What you need is some one on one time with Hoseok, so you can ask him about the letter without seeming suspicious right? And who else has a better disguise than this guy?” With a shit eating grin, he holds up the head of your school's mascot, a permanently giddy lion with matted golden fur. You go to protest but Jimin throws a matching fursuit towards your open mouthed expression before you can.

"Tell me you didn't!" You groan.

"Oh. But I did." Jimin snorts, but before you can grab him by the collar and flick him in the forehead he's already starting to jog across the pitch as a whistle sounds behind him and the rest of the cheer team beckon for him to join them. "Better hurry up and get changed, tiger!"

You scuff your shoes in the dirt, unimpressed. "It's a goddamn lion." Is grumbled under your breath as you head towards the locker rooms to change into the abomination you cradle in your arms.

In the name of Operation Love letters, you tell yourself. In the name of Operation Love Letters.

“This Jung Hoseok dude better be worth it.” You mumble to yourself as you run a lap around the field for the nth time, clutching your side. “Goddamn, I’m out of shape.”

It’s a few hours later, and your patience is running thin. You’ve been dancing around the pitch all night like a maniac in your stupid mascot suit, desperately trying to get Hoseok’s attention, but so far failing. Every time you try to approach him, you get dragged away by a hoard of cheerleaders who are determined to do the school pride cheer again, and the one time you got as close as a few inches away from him, you were hit in the face by a flying football, left to writhe in the mud while Hoseok got swallowed by the football team again much to your dismay.

Finally, you admit defeat. Your toes hurt, you’re out of breath and this goddamn mascot head smells like feet. All you want to do is splash some cold water on your face and forget this night ever happened.

Before you can think better of it, you’re ducking behind a nearby car out of view from the rumbling crowd, sidling around the back of the building with your back pressed to the wall. You feel around for the bathroom door, squinting desperately...except you can’t see a single thing through the tiny eye holes of this stupid lion mask. 

“Dang it!” This night is really against you huh? You are gonna kill Park Jimin for this!

Grumbling under your breath, your hand finally closes around a metal handle, and you push open the door with your back, wrestling with the mask sat heavy on your shoulders, and before you know it, you’re tripping over your own feet and falling head first into the arms of a stranger.

A pair of helpful hands wrangle away the mask, your hair falling free around your shoulders, and you can’t help but gasp when you look up and find yourself staring into a pair of concerned eyes you’ve been searching for all night. “Shoot I’m sorry.. wait, Hoseok?”

Yup. It’s definitely him. The leather jacket and the lip ring confirm it. He pulls you to your feet gently, letting go when he’s sure you’ve found your balance.

"Y/N, right?" Hoseok is eye level with you now, a smile tugging at his lips as he brushes the dirt from the mascot head and hands it to you with one of his signature smiles and you find yourself unable to look away.

"Uh, yeah..." You say, sliding the head beneath your elbow with a small nod in thanks. "That's me."

"Jung Hoseok." He stretches out a hand for you to shake and his palm is warm when it squeezes your own tightly. Hoseok tilts his head to the side, tongue between his teeth playfully, and you can't help but notice how much prettier he is up close. "Although it seems like you already know that."

A flush burns in your cheeks and you have to avert your gaze, the teasing glint in his eyes as he runs a hand through his perfectly gelled hair far too intimidating to face head on. "Uh..."

"What are you doing back here, anyway?" Hoseok continues to prod with arms crossed across his chest. "Not following me, are you? I haven’t seen you around here before."

Damn it. He's on to you already?

"No!" You squeak, defensive, but when you see the subtle turn up of Hoseok's lips and you realise he's joking you let your shoulders relax and join in with his laughter sheepishly as you grapple for an excuse that isn't I think you wrote me a love letter and I'm here to grill you until you admit it.

"Okay, maybe I was." You admit finally. "I just...wanted to get out of this stupid costume and then I saw you coming back here and I guess I got curious."

Whoops. Was that too direct?

Hoseok's eyes light up in understanding and you let out the breath you were holding when you decide you've safely got him off your trail. At least for now, anyway.

"I think the costume looks cute." He smiles, and your cheeks heat up as he holds open the door for you to slip out into the cool night, his black boots scuffing across the parking lot while you scurry after him in tow. "Why were you curious? You looking to get...lucky?"

Eyes widening, you rush forward to stop him in his tracks. “N-no! It’s not like that--”

A velvety chuckle leaves his lips. “Not that kind of lucky. I mean, literal luck.” He slings his hands into the pocket of his leather jacket. “You see, everyone always asks about the secret behind my winning streak, and truth is, I have a sort of...pre-game ritual.”

You nod. Hoseok is known around campus for never losing a football game as long as he’s on the team. You bite your lip, hand curling around the love letter in your pocket that burns against your thigh. "I guess you could say that I need some luck."

Hoseok smirks. "Well who would I be to deny you when I have all the luck you need right here." He pats his pocket knowingly, and a nasty thought suddenly strikes you. 

"It's not drugs is it?" You grimace.

Hoseok comes to a sudden stop beside a scuffed up truck that’s parked in the furthermost space in the lot and you almost walk right into him.

"Judging a book by its cover, don't you think?" He chuckles with a velvet tone when he gestures to his bad boy appearance, and you instantly feel bad for assuming. "Nope. Try again. Look around and you'll find it."

You can't help but feel like you're missing something as even when you spin around and glance over the whole lot you can't see a single thing out of the ordinary that might serve as a good luck charm to the smug jock before you.

You blink at him, confused. "Well...what is it?"

"You really want to know?" He braces an elbow on the side of his truck, hand shooting out to twirl a piece of your hair around his finger.

Nervous butterflies erupt in your tummy and the alarm in your mind says abort! but your feet stay planted in your spot anyway. "I guess.”

"Can you keep a secret?" He blinks, tone suddenly deep and ever serious, pinky finger held out for you to take in yours.

You don't know what possesses you to do it, to give this near stranger your word — is it the burning desire to find out the author of your love letter or Hoseok's charmingly sweet dimples? You can't tell — but you wrap your finger round his and seal the promise with a press of your thumb. "S-sure."

His hand slides into his pocket and, to your surprise, his palm opens to reveal a set of car keys. With a grin Hoseok swings himself into the bed of his truck, landing on his feet and turning back to reach out a hand so he can pull you in after him.

"Then you'd better come on up!"

With a deep breath you take his hand and let him pull you into the truck. The floor is littered with soft throw cushions and you land with a plush thump. Hoseok must notice the way you rub your arms over the stupid lion costume you still don because his head disappears into the back seat of his truck before he emerges with two cosy blankets.

"Take one of these. It can get cold this time of year, huh?"

"Thanks." You stammer, and just as he bends down to wrap the fabric around your shoulders, the sleeve of his jacket slips back to reveal the beginnings of the delicate inked artwork that litters his skin.

"Cool tattoo's." You breathe, eyes zoning in on the smallest expanse of black ink that sits at the base of his wrist. II.X.MMXX. A date, perhaps?

"Oh this?" He notices you staring and runs a thumb over the spot fondly, like the small addition to his sleeve has more meaning than some of the bigger pieces. He shakes his head. "It's nothing."

"What does it mean?" You prod eagerly, and he laughs at your curiosity.

"It's the date we won nationals. The whole team got the same one." He grins at you now, leaning on his elbow against the back of the truck so that he's close enough to make you shiver. "Speaking of winning, I saw you in the bleachers tonight. Didn't think you were the football type."

"Yeah, guess I wanted to try something new..." You chuckle nervously, internally cringing at the awkwardness in your voice, but Hoseok just raises an amused eyebrow. "Never too late to start a new hobby right?"

"Well if you ever wanted someone to coach you..." Hoseok leans in a little closer, his breath ghosting across your cheek, and you feel your legs go weak when he just pulls back with a coy smile. "You know where I am."

"O-oh okay." You breathe, face flushing a deep shade of red when you realise how easily he managed to charm you. Damn you Jung Hoseok and your deep, brown eyes...snap out of it, Y/N! You’re here for a reason!

"So you wanna know my lucky secret, huh?"

Yeah. The secret admirer kind of secret.

Hoseok scoots over so he's laying on his back with his palms behind his head in a makeshift pillow, before he turns to you with a grin. "Look up."

You gasp when you follow his instructions and lay eyes on an opening in the trees surrounding the lot, a view of the clear starry night sky and the perfect curve of a half moon visible through the branches dancing lazily in the night time breeze ruffling your hair. Out here in the back of Hoseok’s truck, the roar from the pep rally is barely audible, and it's like you're alone with the stars, not a single cloud in sight, and you're almost speechless at the breathtaking sight that was above you all along — you just failed to notice it.

Hoseok didn't, though. He fiddles with the stretcher in his ear, like he's nervously eager to gauge your reaction. "Cool huh?"

"Woah." You manage to gasp, eyes never leaving the blanket of navy blue night above you as you lay down beside him with your head propped on a pillow in wonder. "This is where you disappear to before games?"

Hoseok folds his hands across his stomach, letting out a deep, relaxed sigh. "Yeah. I like it here, alone in the peace and quiet. Its kinda my place. To think you know? Calm my nerves before the game."

"Why don't you tell people about this? It's so beautiful."

"Because that would kinda kill the mysterious thing I have going on don't you think?" He rolls into his elbow to throw you a wink "And besides, I've never brought anyone back here before. At least...until now."

You push him playfully. "So I'm the first to know the secret behind Jung Hoseok's lucky pre-game ritual huh?"

"Well it's more of an excuse to get out of the shitty pep rally than a ritual really, but I guess you are. I can't play a single game without, y'know..."

You shake your head. "What?"

Hoseok lifts his eyes, pointing towards a flash of silver light that darts across the sky so fast you almost miss it. "Without making a wish."

Instinctively you close your eyes, hands clasped together as you clear your mind of any thoughts apart from the single wish that weighs on your heart. Please show me the identity of my secret admirer.

"Did you make one?" Hoseok's voice jolts you back to reality, and he's smirking at you now.

You scramble into a sitting position, cheeks hot like he could somehow read your mind and chuckle at your silly schoolgirl wish. "Did you?"

"Yeah. But it won't come true if I tell you." Hoseok places a hand on your cheek and your stomach does a somersault. Dang, I should wish on stars more often if they work this quickly. "But I have a feeling it might just come true if I..."

He leans in towards you, and your eyes flutter shut instinctively as your purse your lips and then —

"JUNG HOSEOK! GET YOUR ASS BACK ON THE PITCH AND STAT, DUDE."

You jump apart like you touched a live wire, and Hoseok flashes you a sympathetic look as he throws off his blanket and begins to hop out of the truck.

"Dang it, I think the guys are looking for me. We'd better get back out there." He chuckles.

He can't leave yet! Not before you've asked him about the letter!

"Wait! Can I ask you something first—"

"Hold up." Hoseok bends to his knees when he sees something fluttering in the wind, caught beneath the wheel of his truck. "Did you drop something?"

"Oh no..." Panic courses through your veins when you slide a hand into your pocket, and your worst fear is confirmed: the love letter is not where you left it.

But it's too late, and before you can stop him Hoseok is already stamping on the piece of paper and dropping to his knees to scoop up it up with a gracious smile; but it falters at the edges when he scans the messy scrawl littering the crumpled letter with wide eyes, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he gets to the end.

"Is this..."

"A love letter?" You butt in, wringing your hands anxiously. "Yeah. I received it yesterday."

Hoseok looks between you and the letter curiously, almost panicked. "Do you know who sent it to you?"

You shake your head. "Uh, that's actually why I came here. To ask you."

There's a brief pause and Hoseok swallows hard before he points at the scribbled note between his fingertips. His voice sounds strained, and he seems almost pained when he shakes his head in confusion. "You think I sent this to you?"

"I...I guess so?" Embarrassment blooms in your cheeks when you hear the lack of amusement in Hoseok's voice, how his signature charming smile has disappeared from his face only to be replaced with a tight frown. Was the idea of him having a crush on you so unthinkable he was actually mad at your assumption? "Would that be so bad?"

"Well you have the wrong guy." Hoseok folds up the note, something close to annoyance crossing his features as he presses the paper into your chest with a shrug of his shoulders. You stagger back open mouthed as he swings his gym bag over his shoulder and barges past you in the direction of the pep rally. "I have to go."

"Hey, wait!" Hoseok's stride falters and he turns to look at you one last time. "You really don't know anything about it? Like who could have sent it or something?"

He pulls his lip between his teeth, as if he's thinking. There's a brief moment where you think he's going to spill something, but then Hoseok trains his eyes to the ground and pushes forward with a sigh. "Nope. Nothing. See you around, I guess."

And with that, you watch, clutching the love letter, as Hoseok disappears into the dark parking lot, no closer to finding out who your admirer is than when you started.

"And then he just stormed out!" You exclaim, crossing your arms over your chest with a renewed frustration after recounting your encounter with Hoseok to Yoongi, who listens diligently with a gaping mouth from where he is snuggled under the blanket you share at the opposite side of the couch.  He found you moping about once he got back from class, and he wouldn't let it go until you finally fessed up about Hoseok's blatant rejection.

"That asshole." Yoongi's fists clench, jaw tightening when he notices how you use the hem of the blanket to rub away any remaining evidence of the mascara tracks on your cheeks. "I should go give him a piece of my mind—"

"Don't bother," You sigh, picking at a loose thread on the throw cushion you cradle in your lap with a pout. "He'd probably just think I'm even more of an idiot."

You both jump when a tinny voice rings out through the apartment from your phone speaker. "But that doesn't explain why his cologne was on the love letter. Or why he got so weird when you brought it up."

"Dude, have you been here this whole time?" Yoongi exclaims, shooting you a look when he picks up your phone from the back of the couch and see's Jimin's face staring back at him through a video call, hair messy from his mid-afternoon nap.

"Duh." Comes Jimin's high pitched response. "How could I miss this juicy development in the mystery?"

With a roll of your eyes you snatch back your phone and flick Yoongi in the forehead, ignoring his ow! of protest by addressing Jimin instead.

"You're right. He's hiding something, I'm sure of it."

Jimin purses his lips thoughtfully. "Totally. So we only have one option left. If he won't talk then we have to make him."

Yoongi crosses his arms with a snort, flopping back against the couch. "How? He's literally twice your size, man."

Jimin just rolls his eyes. "Every football player has a weakness. And there's one place they think nobody will ever find it."

You cock your head. "Where?"

"The locker rooms."

You throw the blanket off your lap much to Yoongi's disgruntled surprise and jump to your feet.

"Where are you going? Is this another one of your Operation bag-a-boyfriend things?" He groans.

"Operation Love Letters," You correct with a click of your tongue as you head towards the door. "You're a genius, Park Jimin! Meet you outside my place in ten?"

"Already one step ahead of you." Jimin confirms, jangling his car keys in front of the camera before he ends the call with a monotone beep.

You're half way to the door when a dark thought strikes you, and you turn, biting your lip. "Hey Yoongi, can I ask you something?"

He lets out a groan but motions for you to talk when he sees how you wring your hands nervously. "What now?"

"Am I really that gross that someone like Hoseok wouldn't want to date me?" Your voice sounds smaller than you intend for it to and you're instantly ashamed as soon as the words leave your lips, especially when Yoongi's eyes widen to the size of saucers in disbelief.

"Why are you asking me this?" He asks with genuine confusion.

"I don't know, 'cause you're a guy?"

He lets out a sigh, before his voice softens and he looks at you directly with a shrug of his shoulders. "Then no. Any guy would be lucky to date you, Y/N." He furrows his eyebrows, clicking his tongue when he sees a grateful smile tug at your lips. "But you should work on being less annoying because your moping is starting to piss me off."

"I can't tell if that was a compliment or not but it made me feel better, so thank you."

"Don't think this means I've gone soft on you." He calls as you slip on your shoes and head out of the front door.

"Would never dream of it, Min Yoongi!"

"3...2...1...hold your nose!" Jimin mumbles from beneath the collar of the shirt he holds over the lower half of his face as he pushes into the men's locker room.

"Holy moly!" You stagger as you cross the threshold, fingers splayed across your eyes to preserve your innocence from any stray dangly parts that might be on display, the putrid smell of sweat and wet boy violating your nose. "What is that?"

"Sports." Jimin gags at the word that tastes sour on his tongue, eyes distant and glassy as he hops over a pile of musty football gear. "This is why I'm an exercise atheist."

You reluctantly remove your hands and glance around. The room is empty apart from the standard wooden locker room benches, a couple half emptied gym bags and a wall comprised of red lockers, each bolted with shiny silver padlocks.

"Where is everyone?" You ask, kicking a stray sock out of your path with a grimace. You had been expecting a commotion when you entered, screams along the lines of "there's a girl!" or "get her out!" but to your relief you're met with only the sound of pipes creaking and showers running nearby.

"If my calculations are correct, the team are cleaning up after practice so if we start looking now we should have exactly..." Jimin glances at his watch with a satisfied grin. "Five minutes to find some dirt on Hoseok."

"God I've never been so glad to have a stalker for a best friend before. Right. Where do we look first?"

"You hit the lockers and I'll start with these..." Jimin wrinkles his nose as he nods towards the gym bags lined up against the wall. He unzips his backpack and retrieves a pair of sunshine yellow rubber gloves and rolls up the sleeves of his expensive cashmere sweater before plunging his hands into the closest one with his eyes wrinkled shut in disgust. “Remember. We’re looking for his cologne or any other clues that he’s the one!”

You approach the lockers and find yourself momentarily stumped. Each one looks exactly the same, the only difference that they are labelled with an individual number in black paint. How on earth are you supposed to know which one belongs to Hoseok?

You squint at the wall of lockers carefully, rubbing your temples and willing a clue to reveal itself before your eyes flit across the locker labelled with a 28. Where have you seen that number before?

Wait...bingo! 28 is the number that Hoseok was wearing on the back of his jacket the other night, right? This has to be the one!

"Well that was easy." You call, a triumphant smile plastered to your face as you tug on the handle, only to be met with the tinny jingle jangle sound from the shiny silver padlock fastened to it. The colour drains from your face. Darn it! Of course he remembered to lock it today of all days.But why? Could that mean be really is hiding something?

"Uh, Jimin..." You call over your shoulder. "You got any idea what his combination might be?"

"Try his birthday!" Jimin's head pokes up from behind a rack of footballs. "One-eight-zero-two."

"Not gonna ask how you know that..." You murmur as you fiddle with the padlock, biting your lip when you punch in the numbers to no avail, the lock remaining firmly closed no matter how hard you tug on it. "Nope! Not budging."

"Are you sure you're doing it right?" Jimin emerges behind you, tongue between his teeth as he fiddles with the combination himself, only to be met with disappointment. "Huh."

You squeeze your eyes shut and wrack your brain for any clues you might have picked up from your brief talk with Hoseok. Nothing...nothing...wait!

Your thoughts flit back to the tattoo on Hoseok's wrist. IX.XI.MMXIX. "It's the date we won the football championships."

"Scoot, lemme try something." You brush Jimin out of the way and manhandle the lock, typing in the Roman numerals inked on Hoseok's arm from memory into a internet search and thumbing in the digits that pop up on screen carefully.

To your unabashed delight the padlock clicks open and you're able to wrangle it out of the locker, letting it drop to the tile in a crunch of metal. "No freaking way! I'm in!"

"Holy shit. Way to go, Nancy Drew!" Jimin rips off one of his gloves to smack you on the back triumphantly, but the smile fades from his face when he sees how you practically vibrate with nerves. Is it because you're about to break every rule in the college handbook or because you're about to find out whether goddamn Jung Hoseok has an all consuming crush on your boring ass? Even you can't quite tell.

Jimin's hand closes over yours, squeezing your fingers tightly around the locker handle. "Together, okay?"

You nod. It's now or never. The answer to who sent you the love letter could be right behind this locker door. All you have to do is open it to find out. "On the count of three?"

Jimin sucks in a breath of preparation. "One..."

"Two..."

"Three!"

The red metal door creaks as it swings open, and you suck in a shaky breath, eyes squeezed shut as you prepare yourself for what you might find inside — more love notes? god forbid a shrine in your honour — when you finally open them, only for the big reveal to be...absolutely nothing.

"Oh."

Just an empty protein shake, a pair of dirty sneakers and a borrowed calculus book are shoved into the bottom shelf of the otherwise empty locker. Huh.

"Maybe this isn't his locker after all..." Jimin starts, before he is interrupted by a throaty cough. He practically jumps into the air, gripping your arm as you freeze and both turn in dreaded unison to face it's owner.

"That's my locker you're snooping through. Care to explain?"

"Oh my god."

Your jaw practically drops to the tile. Stood before you is none other than Hoseok himself, wet and glistening in all his bare-chested-fresh-from-the-shower glory, wearing nothing but a white gym towel slung low round his hips. He has his inked arms crossed over his chest, biceps defined as he taps his foot impatiently and flicks the strands of effortlessly messy damp hair out of his eyes, sending droplets of water drizzling down his sharp jawline, past his impossibly hard abs and all the way to the mouth watering V poking out from beneath his towel...

Oh shit. Were you staring? You totally were! Damn it, you are starting to see why everyone on campus has a crush on this guy...

"U-um..." You stutter. "I..we can explain!"

"So, explain? I'm waiting. Why in the hell are you going through my locker. And what are you even doing in the guy's locker room, Y/N?"

You glance at Jimin for moral support, but judging by the dazed look on his face you figure he's too busy lusting over Hoseok's god-like body to provide any adequate back up, so you suck in a deep breath, fiddle in your pocket for the crumpled note and decide to confront him head on.

"We're here because we know you wrote this letter." You let out in one breath, stumbling over your words as you thrust it towards Hoseok's confused face. "We know you wrote it. It has your cologne on it! So we came to..."

"Prove it?" Hoseok's finishes as he carefully takes the note, wet hands dampening the edges of the paper as his eyes scan the handwritten scrawl with quick, unblinking eyes. "I already told you. It's not mine."

All you can do is stand there uncomfortably while he brushes past you to his locker where he rummages around for a deodorant stick, suddenly aware of how naked he is just a couple inches away from you, Jimin still gripping your elbow with a dreamy open mouthed expression.

"So you're really not even going to say anything?" You ask, stunned as Hoseok just rolls his eyes when he turns and finds you still standing there.

"Nope. But happy secret admirer hunting, or whatever."

Your fist shakes as it tightens around the note, a sudden confidence gripping you despite the hot flush of embarrassment caressing your cheeks.

"Hey! Do you always have to be such an ass?" You spit. Hoseok stiffens with his deodorant stick pressed to his underarm. "You know what? Forget it. This is all the proof I need that you aren't the guy who wrote this letter after all."

"Don't you have anything better to do than look for the guy who sent you that stupid letter?" Hoseok suddenly exclaims. "You could have anyone and you choose the idiot who can't even confess to your face?"

You stand there, unblinking and surprised, as Hoseok breathes heavily and slams his locker shut. The person who wrote the letter sounds tender, gentle. Everything that Hoseok evidently is not. Forget finding clues. It's obvious now that you had been following a dead trail the whole time coming here.

"I'm glad you aren't my admirer." You spit. "Thanks for nothing, Jung Hoseok."

Hoseok freezes, falling silent, like any harsh words on his tongue dissipated to nothingness. His expression cracks, and you furrow your brow. Is he...hurt?

"Come on." Jimin hisses in your ear, bringing you back down from your outburst. The rest of the football team has started to filter in now, awkwardly edging around you and Hoseok who are still locked in a stare down. You feel Jimin tugging on your arm, pulling you towards the exit. "We got what we came for. Let's just go—"

"Wait!" Hoseok suddenly exclaims, lurching forward to grab your wrist and pin you in place. His bare skin feels, droplets of water from his wet torso splashing onto your sweater. "Just wait a second. Can we talk?"

"What is your problem, dude?" You hiss, ripping your arm from his grip once he manages to tug you, with Jimin faithfully in tow, behind a shower stall where you can find some privacy.

"I just...look I'm sorry okay. I didn't want to be an ass it's just..." He looks at you straight on as he produces a crumpled piece of paper, a feeble smile finding his lips as he hands it to you with a shrug, words spilling out in one breath. "I got your name in the Love Calculator."

You choke when, sure enough, you rip the page from his grasp and read your own name right at the top of the page. "W-what?"

"But I'm not the guy who wrote the letter!" He adds quickly, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. "I was too late. He already wrote to you before I could..."

"Before you could send me a love letter?"

“I’m sorry for taking it out on you.” Hoseok smiles feebly. "I guess I'm just not used to losing, huh?"

Oh.

You bite your lip, cheeks suddenly hot under his gaze, Hoseok wringing his hands like he's waiting for you to say something. This would be a lot less awkward if he wasn't half naked and you weren't eye level with his freaking nipples right now.

"Why didn't you just tell me in the first place?"

"Because my pride was hurt and I could tell you already have your heart set on the person who wrote you this letter, but I thought that if I deterred you, you'd forget about him." He shrugs his shoulders. "Flawed logic I know."

A smile grows on your face. So Hoseok didn’t hate you after all. He just didn’t know how to express his emotions.

You punch his shoulder playfully, and he seems relieved that you aren't mad anymore, even pretending to rub the spot like it hurt. "Dude, you made me come into the guy's locker room to tell me this?"

"Hey, I said I'm sorry!" Hoseok chuckles. "But I have a way I could make it up to you."

"How?"

"I guess...I guess I lied when I said I didn't know who could have written the letter." Hoseok scratches the back of his neck with a sheepish smile. He takes the note from your grip and points to the red and blue emblem printed in the corner of the paper. "This. It's the Kappa Tau logo. You know, the college fraternity?"

You nod eagerly. "So? What does that mean?"

"Whoever wrote this letter is clearly a member, right? So you should talk to the president, Kim Seokjin. He might be able to tell you who wrote it."

Eyes widening, you snap your fingers when the next puzzle piece falls into place. Kim Seokjin! He matched with you in the Love Calculator survey, right? This has to be a lead!

Jimin seems to be thinking the same thing. He grabs you by the elbow, dragging you across the locker room excitedly. "We need to come up with a new plan and stat."

You nod, but not before you catch how Hoseok's shoulder's slump forward as he runs a sorrowful hand through his damp hair. Jimin notices too, nodding as he takes the hint and goes to wait for you in the car while you finish up things here.

"Hey, thanks a lot, Hoseok." You say softly as you grip his forearm and he looks up at you in surprise. "You really helped a ton."

He puffs out his chest with a shrug, flexing his tattooed arms. "It's the least I could do." His voice turns soft though when he looks at you with a small smile, holding a hand out for you to shake. "Friends?"

You slide your palm into his with a nod. "Friends."

"Good luck admirer hunting, forreal this time!" He calls as you cross the locker room, and you flash him a grateful smile, but not before the door is flying open and you're walking straight into a damp bare chest.

"Hey Hoseok, thanks for letting me borrow your— Y/N?" A familiar voice grumbles, and when you look up to scold the person who just carelessly gave you a concussion with their pecks, you're met with none other than the confused face of your roommate looking down at you. "What are you doing in here?" Yoongi deadpans. "Let me guess. It's for Operation eros epistle?"

"I'm just leaving," You say with an eye roll as he sprays a fragrance on his neck and wrists with an innocent expression. "And it's Operation Love Letters, dude. How many times?"

Hoseok chuckles from across the room, taking the bottle from Yoongi and spraying some for himself. "I've been looking for this cologne everywhere, thanks man!"

"You're welcome." Yoongi says, but his eyes are still on you as he watches you head out into the parking lot and hop into Jimin's purring car.

[fics-not-tragedies]

Coming soon - March/April 2020

I felt like I really needed to share with you guys all of the things I have freshly created (or the ones that were requested). So there is a post with all of the things that will be written and started (as for parted/chaptered fics) within March and April.

Also I’m thinking about creating that kind of post with coming soon fics every two months, so you people would know what to expect from me when it comes to writings with longer/more developed plots.

Through March and April I will try my best to get through all of the requests I got (I have few of them already queued as I create this post, which is already an improvement), also since April is my b-day month I will be focusing mostly on Santino then, since I love one (1) Italian asshole and I’m slowly turning half of my mutuals into Santino stans (I regret nothing).

Now let’s have a look at upcoming chaptered fics that I neatly prepared for all of my lovely readers:

Call off the search for your soul

PAIRING: John Wick x Santino D’Antonio | RATING: NSFW (it’s porn with some plot) | PARTED: 4 parts | DATE OF RELEASE: March 1st

SUMMARY: John spots a handsome guy at the strip club who turns out to be the heir of the D’Antonio family and challenges himself to take him home, which later leads to the two of them forming a relationship.

This literary started as a drabble that @thesadvampire​​ requested for the Fuckin’ February drabble event, then I decided that I want to expand the idea and then I lost control and BAM! four parts of smut 🤷‍♀️ But I think that people who fancy exquisite m/m fucking would love this one.

Reckless Serenade

PAIRING: Santino D’Antonio x Reader | RATING: NSFW (mostly angst, but there will be definitely a greater smut subplot) | PARTED: 7 parts | DATE OF RELEASE: end of April | as requested by @stormbvrns​​ 

SUMMARY: When her father passed away she started to feel lonely once again, even her mother and sister couldn’t help her with filling the hole the death of her father left in her heart and soul. So she mourns him her own way - by throwing herself into endless loop of going out and partying really hard every night. But only until she meets Santino - a man who used to work with her father that makes her feel wanted again.

This is a great example of a perfectly described request. I got the whole setting explained neatly and all I have to do is just throw equal amounts of angst and smut there, with few descriptions of a party and Italian compliments 😏

Wrong Side of Life

PAIRING: John Wick x fem!Santino!reader | RATING: NSFW (slightly angsty, plot and smut mixed together, because y’all know me) | PARTED: ? parts | DATE OF RELEASE: April | as requested by @toomanystoriessolittletime​​

SUMMARY: John Wick is a public prosecutor going against the High Table, but also a very fierce lover of Miss D’Antonio. She knows how well respected he is in the law enforcement community, but he doesn’t know that she rules the organisation he tries to destroy.

Female version of Santino was cruising through my mind for some time now, but I was too frightened to write it myself, but luckily this request managed to make me do it anyway. I’ll definitely try my best to close the plot into ~10 parts (since the other 10 planned fics are screaming at me from my Google Docs), but if it gets longer I won’t complain unless you people do.

I also have one more idea that I haven’t titled yet, but I can briefly explain what I have on my mind:

PAIRING: Santino D’Antonio x OFC | RATING: NSFW (loads of angst, few bits of violence and smut) | PARTED: ? parts | DATE OF RELEASE: ?

SUMMARY: OFC is Santino’s lover who was earlier somehow connected to a rivaling Italian mob that had recently kidnapped her and with that they try to harass her into becoming their spy. This all is the aftermath of a deal Santino tried to make with them, but now the stakes are higher and he will prove everyone that they shouldn’t mess with Camorra.

I thought about it one day and the ideas for chapters just flew into my mind, so I’ll definitely write it, just really don’t know when, nor I have the idea for its title 🤷‍♀️ but I‘ll figure it out eventually, I promise!

I’m looking forward to writing these all and getting your feedback on them! Also since my mind is a little bit restless be aware of the fact that I can come up with ten new ideas in the meantime. I HAVE TOO MANY IDEAS. Let me know if those tickles your fancy! Also the first chapter of Call off the search for your soul will be posted today at 5pm (time zone here is: GMT+1).

[expertonintl-blog]

FXVC

Website  The FXVC website has a really clean look, not too flashy but at the same time looking like a professionally built website. It has a clean white background with the companies colours (Green and blue) used for different parts of the design. On first look I am impressed with the website design. The website however is only available in just two different languages English and German.

The Company  FXVC is owned and operated by Centralspot (Cyprus) Ltd who are a financial investment company based in Cyprus, they are regulated by CySEC (Cyprus Securities and Exchange Commission) and they have been operating since 2014. Their focus is on countries in Europe although they seem to operate in the UK but are not regulated by the Financial Conduct Authority (FCA) which I believe is prohibited. Their Platform And Technical Information  Trading with FXVC is only available via their own web based platform or via their app which is available on Android or iOS. Their web platform is simple and easy to use and is made to work to the needs of traders who are new to the game and to the more experienced traders. It is simple and easy to you are able to use various forms of technical analysis on the charting platforms from Fibonacci to RSI indicators. The app is very similar and works just as well as the web based platform although as it is still relatively new there are glitches from time to time which will no doubt be worked out.

There are many assets available to trade on the platform ranging from forex, commodities, indices, stocks and five cryptocurrencies available to invest in.

There are five different account types that can be opened with the first being a basic account. With this account you only get the bare minimum which is just a widget analysis research alert. The minimum deposit for opening this account is 500 euros. The next account up is the silver account. With this the minimum deposit is 5,000 euros, there are some extras on this account which are forex e-books and videos, a dedicated client relationship manager, a personalised education, widget analysis research alerts, daily/weekly market reviews, and email analysis research alert. The gold account which is promoted as their preferred choice of account requires a deposit of 10,000 euros and has all the features of the silver account plus SMS analysis research which in my personal opinion I would say they should offer slightly more given that you would be investing an extra five thousand euros. The Platinum account requires a minimum deposit of 25,000 euros and offers all the gold account features plus lower spreads (I will let you know how good their current spreads are shortly), loyalty store and educational courses that can be taken. Finally the VIP account requires a minimum deposit of 100,000 euros plus all of the platinum account add ons and an additional education course, again not really a lot extra for a 75,000 euros increase in investment size. So spreads on the platform are fixed which means they are ultimately higher then others reputable brokers although they can vary. So it seems that a EURUSD spread on the trading platform would be set at 4 pips which is quite a lot higher then other brokers and although higher account levels do benefit from lower  spreads I cant see them being too much lower.  Deposits can be made in a variety of ways via wire transfer, debit or credit card, Neteller, safe charge, Skrill and Eurobank. You can also withdraw via the same methods although there is a minimum withdrawal amount of 20 euros and there are no withdrawal fees which is positive. The only downside is that withdrawals can take up to 7 business days to be completed. Education  In terms of education as mentioned above FXVC do offer educational tools and these come as part of your account depending on how much your deposit size is. Due to this I was unable to find anything online regarding to check out although I would expect it to be a standard level that you can attain across other brokers. Customer Support  The FXVC customer support is available Monday to Friday 9am to 5pm GMT. They can be contacted via their live web chat which was very responsive when I gave its go, by phone, by email and by submitting a query via their online submission form. After talking with them via their online web chat I can affirm that they were very helpful and answered my queries in a prompt and helpful manner. After looking what other customers had to say regarding FXVC’s customer support they seem to confirm my thoughts that they are extremely helpful and responsive and provide a top class service. So How Reliable Are They, What Have Customers Said?   It seems to me that FXVC are an extremely reliable company who put customer service as one of their top  priorities and it comes across in the service they provide. Another positive is that they are regulated and licensed by CySEC and it is key when looking for a broker that they are regulated by a respected authority. Their online web platform works very well and is great for both new and experienced traders. When it comes to customer reviews I have to say that there weren’t too many to read however the ones that I did find were all positive particularly praising their customer service and professional attitude and of those small amount of customer reviews I found there were no negative ones. So I believe that FXVX are a very reliable broker however I do have a concern that they seem to provide accounts in the UK but are not regulated in the country. Nevertheless I believe FXVC are a reliable broker that can be trusted.   In Conclusion In conclusion it is my belief that FXVC is a reputable brokerage who are providing a high quality service to their clients and I would recommend them to any traders looking for a broker in Europe, however I believe UK traders should look for a broker who are regulated by the FCA. I would recommend FXVC as a safe broker to choose traders! Read the full article

[felassan]

Tomorrow, beyond, [ME]: Andromeda & [you]

Okay squiddos, so - it seems like in terms of Mass Effect: Andromeda news/information, tomorrow (Feb 23rd) is gonna be big/good.

The press were recently given significant looks at the game. If shinobi is to be believed, “they got several hours of hands-on”, and the embargo lifts tomorrow, supposedly at 9am Eastern. That’s 2pm GMT (here is a timezone converter if you need one). Apparently, the press will be allowed to discuss everything they saw in their previews, including missions they played, side missions, gameplay, lore, all six squadmates and how the game begins (but not how Ryder becomes the Pathfinder). 

Even if shinobi can’t be taken at his word or he’s just “predicting” stuff which is obvious/otherwise known (he seems to do that sometimes), there’s other things floating around. IGN have tweeted about a long and thoughtful 2000 word ME:A preview article that should surface at some point tomorrow. [EDIT: UPDATE - This article is going live on IGN at 6am PT, and is reportedly spoiler-free, with the writer saying that she doesn’t discuss the story or narrative at all.] IGN are holding Unlocked (I think that’s a podcast) tomorrow at a specific time so that they can talk about Andromeda there too. Dev Ian Frazier tweeted that the press who saw chargen will be allowed to talk/answer questions about what they saw tomorrow. This Reddit user (who is presumably part of the press) is gearing up and taking questions for an AMA about what they saw during 3 hours of play, saying that they can post answers from 1am Australian eastern time on Friday morning (which is around 9am Eastern, you guessed it, tomorrow [if I’m calculating things right -!]). Beyond “tomorrow” specifically, there are more videos in the gameplay series to come (supposedly the next one may coming out on Friday), Jaal information coming at some point (people are speculating tomorrow for that based on the times the previous character profiles were put up), etc. 

Even if shinobi is just saying things, it’s definitely true that with the previews and such tomorrow, there could be spoilery information or things that some would consider spoilery among the news. And, tomorrow itself aside for a second, with stuff like PAX (March 10-12th, BioWare are going to have a panel there and they say it’s going to be big, Cora’s writer will be there [EDIT: UPDATE - the panel and Q&A is from 4-5pm local time on March 10th, and is stated to contain never-before-seen gameplay and new secrets about what lies beyond the Milky Way, but no spoilers]) on the horizon and the upcoming early access trial, we’re definitely entering the period where some spoilers are going to start flying around. Therefore for those of you who are intending to go dark or considering going dark, I’d say now might be a good time to do so (just my opinion). If you’re looking for an alternative, safer community to fill your “Mass Effect discussion” fix til the game comes out (sadly on Tumblr people can’t all be trusted to tag things properly, and there’s no moderation of that sort of thing), I think r/masseffect might be a good shout. From the sounds of things, it seems like the mods there will be doing their utmost to enforce and ensure that people can browse the sub without stumbling into blatant, poorly-handled spoiler titles and information.

[EDIT: UPDATE - Ian has tweeted more details about the potential for spoilers. Press played both early and mid-game content, so light spoilage is possible. Read carefully.]

Now, I would have had to make a post with the following housekeeping information and request at some point soon anyway, so off the back of the above, now is as good a time as any.

For those of you who feel you know enough already, want to discover the rest in-game as you play or who are otherwise concerned about spoilers, but want to keep reading my blog, here’s some essential housekeeping relating to spoilers: this is not a spoiler-free blog. However, starting from tomorrow because of the lifting embargo and stuff, I’ll be tagging spoilers with all of the following tags - “spoilers”, “spoiler”, “Mass Effect: Andromeda spoilers”, “Mass Effect: Andromeda spoiler”, “Mass Effect Andromeda spoilers”, “Mass Effect Andromeda spoilers”, “Andromeda spoilers”, “Andromeda spoiler”, “MEA spoilers” and “MEA spoiler” - in an effort to catch as much of them for as many of you as possible. Hopefully that list is extensive enough. Add to your blacklist as applicable. It’s hard for me to say right now what will constitute a spoiler for me to tag in the first place... Any further or detailed story information I’d class as a spoiler, same for specific details about missions and further information on characters (not including Jaal’s official character profile, if he gets one), basically anything not officially said or revealed by BioWare themselves in their marketing, and further down the line, all things I find out from playing the game after launch definitely - but I’ll try my best. Any leaked or supposedly-leaked information is already posted/discussed under a cut with pre-warnings - any more of these will be now be tagged with the same spoiler tags. Hopefully that helps you out somewhat with your experience of my blog, anyway. I’ll understand if you need to unfollow for a while or would rather be safe than sorry, etc. If you have any issues, questions or requests regarding this sort of thing, feel free to send me a message.

On that note, I actually don’t want to know much more about the game in terms of lore, characters and story than what I do right now, so I’ll be trying to avoid spoilery stuff myself. I definitely don’t really want to know stuff to do with characters/story that comes from sources other than BioWare’s official marketing (EXCEPTION: the list of LIs and their sexualities). With that in mind, from now on news/information posts might be patchy or otherwise not contain everything that’s come to light. I’ll be trying to navigate the spoiler minefield to find spoiler-free rundowns of new information put together by other people who don’t care about spoilers, and especially towards and following the early access trial and launch itself I’ll be limiting my time on Tumblr and other sites, stuff like that. I want to enjoy and discover the game as I play it just as you do. Also with that in mind, I’m turning off Anon asks from now until after I feel I’ve played through the game sufficiently (probably a week/some weeks or so after release). I’m doing that because in the past (DA:I) people have seen fit to send me spoilers on Anon, for whatever reason. Sorry in advance for any inconvenience caused by these things, especially the Anon thing (cause I love getting messages!). :( Because of this preference to not be spoiled I also have to ask that you don’t send me links to new leaks, send me asks discussing spoilers from articles that you haven’t seen me post about, ask me my thoughts on [x] story revelation that you haven’t seen me post about, tell me about your reaction to something that happened in your playthrough shortly after launch, etc until a reasonable amount of time since launch has passed or you see a post from me saying I’m turning on Anon asks again or that I’ve finished my initial playthroughs (something to that effect).

Closer to the trial and to launch I’ll reblog this information a couple of times. My liveblogging tag for the game is going to be “MJ in Andromeda”, so you may wish to blacklist this also.

Hopefully we can work together to keep the game unspoiled and our Tumblr site-experiences as regular and smooth as possible. :)

Thanks for reading, sry for the longpost, I know it was pretty damn dry.