#this bitch refused to wear no makeup when she was literally dying

[cheeswiz-chicken]

hot take; if you're going to do a modern au harrow you have to make her a trad goth

[astringofmadhousefloozies]

Magicam Live

Vil’s guest is a pest. Contains coarse language, people being catty bitches, and more telling than showing.

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Transcript of Last Week's Magicam Live From *schoenheit_official

Vil: Hello my dearest fans! As promised, I will be showing off my newest capsule makeup collection, to be released this Monday exclusively at Feathersweep Cosmetics. However, due to high demand, instead of simply demonstrating on myself, I thought I would show that anyone could be half as beautiful as me with these!

[He holds a hand out to the side.]

V: Please welcome my fellow student at Night's Raven College, Yuu.

Yuu: Yo.

[A girl with short, dark hair and tired eyes sits down beside him. Spotty and plump, with a notable double chin. She's notably underdressed, compared to Vil.]

Y: I am she. I'm *donegotisekaid, if you haven't seen yet. Full of genuine memes from another universe, as well as me figuring this place out, and pictures of my not-cat.

V: She's simply been begging me for a makeover!

Y: He asked me if I'd do it, actually.

[Vil stops and takes a deep breath, clearly irritated.]

V: Yes, well. You've prepared?

Y: I scrubbed my face real good and managed to leave most of my pimples alone, if that's what you mean.

[Vil sighs]

V: As much as you're capable of, clearly. We'll start with the primer.

Y: [with a smile] Didn't you already give me one on how to act in this?

[Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, regret pouring from every cell in his body.]

V: Just lie back and be quiet until I'm done with you.

[Yuu looks at the camera, but says nothing. There's an audible snicker from behind the camera.]

[There are a few quiet minutes where Vil prepares her face, before selecting a foundation.]

V: So, is there a reason you don't wear makeup? You could look quite nice with it.

Y: Few reasons. It's a lot of effort, and I tire easily. I don't really like the feel of it on my face, and I tend to touch my face a lot anyways, so it doesn't last. It's a lot of money, and I break out very easily.

V: I can see that. Don't you use face wash?

Y: You should have seen me when I did use it! Much worse.

V: Ugh. I'll give you something later. And none of these have a good tone for you.

Y: Just pick the closest! I'll end up wrecking it by a few hours from now anyways.

[Vil rolled his eyes.]

V: Rook, any questions from the chat?

[A familiar accented voice from offscreen]

Rook: *stellargems wants to know how Yuu found herself at NRC.

Y: Transdimensional bullshit. I'm here until we figure out how I can get home. It's not bad, I don't miss it much.

V: Yuu even has her own dorm so she doesn't have to bother anyone.

Y: Not that it stops me.

V: [sotto voce] Don't we all know.

Y: If they kept you in a building with four usable rooms total and no electricity, you'd be out and about too. At least the ghosts there are really nice and help me out.

V: Do you kiss these ones too, or was that a one time thing?

Y: If I hadn't kissed her we'd be down a student and you and half the people I hang out with would be paralyzed, so don't make fun.

[Vil stops to regard the camera.]

V: To clarify, there was an incident with a ghost princess causing a lot of trouble at the school a few months ago. Yuu decided to kiss her to fix everything, because she's both stupid and deeply strange.

Y: It was really fun until I started dying.

V: All her blood was on the outside. It was disgusting.

Y: It did work though!

V: Keep telling yourself that, you didn't kiss the one you really wanted to.

[Yuu gives him the finger, and Vil shoves her hand down.]

R: *vilpleasefathermychildren asks-

[Yuu sputters with laughter. Vil just winks at the camera with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes.]

R: They want to know if there'll be a coupon code for the new release.

V: There will! It'll be released via the official fanclub email Sunday night.

Y: It'll be a whole three percent off and you have to pay to access it.

V: Stop that.

Y: [sweetly] No.

Rook: *getterbackback wants to know what your shirt says?

Y: Yeah, hold on.

[She stands and pulls the shirt out to be seen better. It says in large letters, I'M CUTE AND I BITE]

Y: You can do one yourself if you take a dark shirt, tape the parts you want covered, and scorch the area around it with diluted bleach. I've done a few of these, a few designs more than once.

V: Destroyed them?

Y: Nah, Lil wants at least one of every one I do.

V: [to the camera] That would be our fellow student Lilia Vanrouge, from Diasomnia.

Y: He's pretty great. He's *elderbatbrat if you want to look him up.

V: Sit back down so I can figure out which blush to use.

Y: Pinks and corals work best for my skin tone.

V: I thought you didn't wear makeup?

Y: Why do you think I know wearing it tires me out? It's not something I ever did a lot because of the effort.

Y: Except for highlighter. it's basically sparkles and it's light, so I like that.

V: You remember that, but not your proper name?

Y: Ain't life grand.

R: I'm getting several questions about that. Would you care to elabourate for the chat?

Y: Yeah. I don't remember a lot about where I'm from. Culturally? Lots. What I like? What I don't like? Everything. Names and places specific to who I was? No. And don't ask me to think about it too hard, I get the worst fucking headache and I stop seeing right.

V: You've never seen right in your life.

Y: Oh, fuck off, Vil.

[Vil stops blushing one cheek to point.]

V: Stop that.

[Yuu responds by biting at his finger with an audible click when her teeth meet, laughing hysterically as Vil pulls back in shock.]

V: !!! Dreadful little monster!

Y: Yeah, but you're the one who thought you'd get more views if I was here.

R: We indeed just surged another 20,000 views and counting! Excellent work, Yuu.

Y: Thank you, Rook.

[Vil looks ready to explode.]

Y: I won't bite again, that was just too easy. Please continue, I do want to see what magic you can do.

V: This is regular makeup.

Y: Metaphorically, you jackass. 

R: *rosemassacre wants to know if you're always like this.

V: She's always this horrible.

Y: Vil first saw me and called me a dumpy little potato. I told him it's because I'm great all ways and everyone wants a taste, and slapped my ass at him. He's been obsessed with me ever since.

V: I am not obsessed with you.

R: You go into a rage over her at least once a week.

V:  She can't go a week without being a pest.

Y: I went three after you kicked me out of the movie club.

V: You can't just project violence on the walls of Pomfiore because I said we weren't going to watch it!

Y: Vil, it was The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2, and it is art.

V: A man gets sawed in half in the first ten minutes.

Y: To an absolutely bangin' soundtrack. Oh that reminds me. Ad time, hold on.

[She wiggles a little before puting on her best customer service face.]

Y: If you want to access media that is quite literally from another world, please go to MonstroMedia dot com and sign up! There's ebooks, movies, tv, music, and more. Much of it is horror, sci-fi and fantasy, as it's from my person collection of media brought with me on my laptop and backup drives. You can use the code SHOENHEITSAYSWHAT for the first month free!

[She put her hand up and lowered her voice to a conspiratorial tone.]

Y: I completely understand piracy, but I'd appreciate if you paid because this is the only way I get spending money, and I can only bat my eyes at these boys so much before they expect something in return for gifts.

V: How'd Ashengrotto talk you into that one?

Y: He was going to make me start paying for all the food I eat if I didn't.

R: *waterwitchesbetgitches says, and I quote, "so like if ur the only gal at NRC how many boyfs you have"

Y: So many. At least twenty. Even more if there were girls here.

V: That is a gross exaggeration. She has maybe three, if we're being very generous on the definition.

Y: [points] And he's mad he's not one of them.

V: [squinting] You are absolutely dreadful and I can't understand how you're so popular.

Y: I like you too, Vil.

[Vil pauses, visibly taken aback.]

V: ... Thank you.

V: You know you're going to have paparazzi on your tail now, right?

Y: Aw, shit.

R: *insertmagicamhandlehere wants to know what's on your neck.

V: An antique chain with an attached charm specially made for me by Soleil Atelier.

R: I believe that was for Yuu.

[Yuu snickers, as Vil looks for himself. When her collar is pulled down, it fully reveals a vicious set of hickeys with visible toothmarks.]

V: Eww.

Y: You should see the other guy.

V: Eww!

[Vil takes a moment to recover, while Yuu laughs.]

Y: That could be a second part! Everyone needs that tutorial. "Bruise Coverup How-to by Vil Shoenheit: For when you just can't keep them off of you."

[Vil mutters something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "nerds shouldn't be allowed to fuck"]

Y: Then where would your fans be?

V: At least there's only setting spray after this and then you can leave.

Y: Won't you get bored without me here?

R: One last question! *shroudstreaming has asked... well, there's a lengthy keysmash and an all-caps "why".

Y: Ah. Hi, babe!

Y: Hey, everyone go follow him, he's a total fucking babe and he refuses to take my word for it, no matter what I do to him-

[Vil sprays setting spray directly in her face, leading to Yuu coughing.]

V: No taste at all, and gross to boot. 

Y: Asshole.

[Vil offers a mirror]

V: No. Miracle worker.

[Yuu looks... well, the same, but with an even, well made-up face.]

Y: ... Aww. You remembered I like sparkles.

V: Less likely to scrub it off if you actually like it.

[Yuu's admiring herself for a few moments in silence, with Vil watching, quite pleased.]

Y: Hey, can I do you next?

V: Absolutely not.

Y: Ask the chat.

V: No.

R: Chat says yes.

V: [With a visible eye roll] Ugh, fine. 

Y: Aight. Take your shirt off.

V: What.

[Yuu brings up a case and flips it open. Inside is a magazine with a gory cover, and various things like fake blood and liquid latex.]

Y: Alright kiddies. You wanna learn how to slit a man's throat?

[Vil gets up and walks away without another word.]

Y: You said I could! Get back here!

[Yuu follows. Rook emerges from behind the camera.]

R: That's it for tonight, ma belles. Next time.

[Magicam Live ends, but not before audible yelling and scuffling, quickly cut off.]

[oureuphoria]

Worst of You - JJK 08

You meet him under horrible circumstances but everything feels perfect when you’re with him. Too bad you have a bitch of a best friend, anxiety and an inability to learn from your mistakes which cripples your chances to be with the man of your literal dreams. He, however, is a police officer with years worth of built-up turmoil and an inability to make attachments. Or “I’m not leaving until you tell me what’s wrong.” “Cool, I’ll let everyone know you’re moving in then.”

Genre: fluff, angst, comedy

Pairing: officer!jungkook X  collegestudent!reader

Word count: 2,304

Note: Things get sad in this chapter and :( 

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Jungkook was confused. He was confused about how you had gotten in, who you were with and more importantly, why you were here when this seemed to be the last place you’d want to be. In spite of his confusion Jungkook knew that to his knowledge you were still 20 and definitely underage, so it was his legal obligation to check up on you. It was definitely not because he wanted to talk to you, just following procedure.

“What are you doing here?” You hadn’t noticed Jungkook sit next to you until he spoke but you refused to spare him a glance. You were worried that was all it would take, one look at his wide brown eyes that seemingly held the universe and you’d be putty in his hands. “None of your business.“ “When you’re underage it is.” “It’s my birthday, officer.” You threw your ID card to him which he checked meticulously. You snatched the card out of his hands after he’d had a good look and hopped off the stool. 

“If you don’t mind, I have to go back to Jimin.” Just as you are about to walk away from him, Jungkook lightly grabs your hand. “Wait.” You turned back around to face him but expertly avoided his eyes. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t much but it was all Jungkook could fathom and yet both of you knew, it wasn’t enough. You gave him a small smile before you replied, one that seemed more sad than polite. “Yeah, me too.” And with that, you walked away, shoving Jungkook and his ridiculously beautiful face to the back of your mind.

“Jimin!” You had finally found your friend who hadn’t been even half as happy to see you as you were him. “Y/N, I know it’s your birthday and I promised I’d be with you but the most gorgeous boy is here and I really need a hook-up. If you’re not okay with it I understand but-” “Go! At least one of us has to get lucky tonight.” You waved him off and he retaliated with a bone-crushing hug. “I love you so much. I promise I’ll make it up to you.” Whether that promise was empty or not, you were going to hold him to it because letting him abandon you in this club all alone is definitely a sizeable sacrifice. 

You walked back to the bar where you were relieved to see that Jungkook had left. Against your better judgement, your eyes subconsciously scanned around for him and when you saw him, dancing and having the time of his life while you were there following in self-pity, you realised you definitely needed another drink. 

Perhaps it was your lack of experience or your Jungkook-induced sadness or even your empty stomach but you were drunk. Only 2 drinks in and you had completely lost all sense of rationality. Unfortunately, the bartender was unaware of just how much of a lightweight you were and proceeded to provide you with the tequila shots you weren’t sure why you asked for. 

They tasted horrible and after downing two, you realised you never wanted to drink one again but for the first time in a long time, you had felt entirely carefree. It was nice, for the blissful moment it lasted but when your eyes had landed on Jungkook again, this time sitting at a bar next to some girl who was definitely prettier than you, carefree had turned into careless and you were making your way over there before you could process it. 

“Hi, I’m sorry but I really need to speak to him.” Giving the poor girl no time to reply, you had dragged Jungkook towards the end of the bar where there were far less people and the music was softer. “You, sir, are an asshole.” In between your words, you had made the honourable decision to jab Jungkook in the chest continuously. Drunk you believed you were emphasising your point, sober you would’ve cowered at the mere mention of such an action. 

“Are you drunk, Y/N? Where’s your friend?” “He left me for someone prettier, everyone keeps doing that to me these days…” You pouted as you strayed completely off topic and tears began welling in your eyes. You were an emotional drunk, you found that out the hard way. “I’m taking you home.” “No! I still haven’t finished.” Jungkook sighed in frustration and motioned for you to continue, the girl at the bar was long forgotten and Jungkook didn’t even care. 

“Why are you such a liar?” The waterworks had begun and while it was obvious you weren’t entirely competent, Jungkook felt the sting in his heart all the same. “Please, baby don’t cry.” “Don’t call me that. Stop making me think you care when you clearly don’t and next time grow the balls to say you don’t like me you jerk!” Your words were slurred and your delivery was a little off but Jungkook heard you loud and clear. He wanted to explain, he wanted to wipe your tears away and reassure you that he was enamoured by you, he adored you and wanted nothing more than to be by your side. But you were probably too drunk to remember and it was too late to try. 

“I’m sorry, just stop crying, please.” You tried and you weren’t sure why. The pain in Jungkook’s voice had hurt you and even while drunk, you’d do anything to make that pain go away. So you stifled your tears to the best of your ability, the only thing left behind were tear stains and your quiet hiccups. “Good job, now let me take you home.”

Jungkook didn’t expect you to fall asleep in his car, but then again he also didn’t expect you to berate him at a club. “Y/N, baby, wake up.” You were a light sleeper, he knew that much, which was why he was shaking you softly. You fidgeted in his seat a little before opening your eyes ever so slightly. “I’m sleeping, go away.” Drunk, sleepy Y/N was a challenge Jungkook didn’t know how to face. He also didn’t know how he was going to get you inside or whether or not you had your keys and going through your bag felt like a violation of your privacy so Jungkook decided to take you to his apartment instead.

When you woke up the next morning, something felt off. Your bed was never silk and you never remembered it being this big. You flailed your hand around for your plushie and when you had opened your eyes, you jolted upright in shock. That action was instantly regretful because of the pounding headache you had suddenly gotten and your wincing had captured Jungkook’s attention. 

He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a tight grey t-shirt that left scarcely anything to the imagination. If you weren’t dying from a migraine you might’ve appreciated the view but all you could think about was this numbing pain. “There’s aspirin on the table and a glass of water.” You nodded, reaching for your knight in shining armour as you consumed the medication. 

“Do you remember anything?” You remembered everything but you wanted to spare yourself the shame so you kept silent. “I tried to take you to your apartment but you fell asleep so I-” “I understand. Thank you, I hope I didn’t cause too much of an inconvenience.” You had began wandering around the room, collecting your belongings so you could leave as quickly as possible but Jungkook didn’t want that. “Y/N, slow down. I’ll give you something to change into, that dress can’t be comfortable.” He was right, it wasn’t. But neither was this predicament and every second you spent there was a second spent remembering the night you’d rather forget. You never drinking, ever again. 

Jungkook had come back from raiding his closet with a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. “You can change in the bathroom. Come down and eat breakfast and then I promise I’ll take you home.” “I don’t need to eat.” You shook your head, even tried rejecting the clothing but Jungkook had dropped it into your arms. “Unless you want to puke for 3 hours I suggest you get changed and come down to eat.” You rolled your eyes but complied nonetheless. 

You looked up at your reflection and you were a mess, your makeup was inconsistent, you were assuming it was because of the tears. Luckily, you didn’t wear mascara and after washing your face and tying up your hair, you started to look like yourself again. Jungkook’s clothing, which seemed to engulf your figure, had smelt nice and felt soft. You didn’t want to get used to it so you pushed those thoughts to the back of your mind and left the room. 

You could see the stairs clearly from where you were standing so finding the kitchen was straightforward enough. Jungkook was seated on the island, phone in hand with two plates of what looked like omelettes. Jungkook had looked up at the soft patter of your feet and smiled. “You look good in my clothes.” You mumbled a quiet thank you and hopped onto the high chair that was surprisingly comfortable. “You want coffee?” You shook your head and poked around your omelette, you were never a big fan of eggs but you’d never complain. 

“Fuck Y/N, I can’t take this, please talk to me.” You wanted to but you’d already said all you wanted to say yesterday (rather harshly) and you didn’t feel like repeating yourself. “There’s nothing to talk about.” He sighed and got up to pour himself a cup of coffee, when he had returned, you had already eaten a third of your omelette. “Can we go now?” “Can you listen to my explanation first?” You nodded timidly, you wanted an explanation desperately but you were also scared of the truth. That he didn’t like you and never did. 

“My first ever love was in high school. She was my senior, I was a year younger and infinitely less experienced, but that didn’t stop me.” You both laughed, knowing that Jungkook was stubborn when he wanted to be. “She was beautiful, the kind of beautiful that took time to truly process, she was smart, book smart at least and she was kind to everyone, even when they didn’t deserve it. We dated for just over a year, it was nearing my graduation when she passed away. Car accident, drunk driver. Instead of getting the justice she deserved, her parents who barely had a dollar to their name were forced to settle for the equivalent of a used Toyota. The girl who hit her was old money rich, her family had connections with the best defence attorneys in the world. The lawyers she hired, put a price on a person I loved, they tried to tell me how much her life was worth and it wasn’t generous.”

Jungkook wasn’t crying, but you were. You knew the world was cruel but growing up in a middle-income family in a peaceful neighbourhood truly shielded you from a lot of life’s challenging aspects and knowing this had happened to a girl, just like you, really shattered your heart. You felt even worse trying to imagine how Jungkook had felt and how horrible the situation was in general. “I pursued law enforcement for her. She’s the reason I’m where I am today. I’m not asking for your pity, or excusing my actions but I want you to understand. Every time I start falling in love with someone, I pull away because no matter how tough I look, I can’t deal with loss.”

“I thought pushing you away would protect myself and that was incredibly selfish, and I’m sorry. I thought that I could do this, that’s why I confessed but the moment I was alone with my thoughts again, I realised I couldn’t. But for you, I’m willing to try. I’ll put everything I have into this, all I ask is that you forgive me for the colossal asshole I’ve been lately.” Jungkook held your hands in his and you giggled through the tears after he’d insulted himself and Jungkook felt his heart swell at you. 

“Alright but from now on, just give me the worst of you and we’ll deal with it together.” “Deal.” Jungkook inched closer to you, his hands cupped your face as he wiped the remnants of your tears. With your faces barely a centimetre apart, you could really see the pain in his eyes and all you wanted to do was kiss it away. So you did. Dragging his head down by his neck, you gave Jungkook a soft kiss on the lip that barely lasted a second but he needed more. 

Jungkook had opted to rest one of his hands on the back of your stool, the other on your cheek as he kissed you deeper. “I’m sorry I ruined your birthday.” Jungkook whispered out in-between kisses. “Nap with me and I’ll forgive you.” Jungkook chuckled before placing one last peck on your lips. He wrapped your legs around his torso and lifted you up smoothly. You squealed in shock but Jungkook ignored it, his mind solely on getting you back in his bed. You really did nap, and you enjoyed it quite a bit, after all his arms were the comfiest pillow.

[hayjeon]

All I Want for Christmas (ft. Yoongi)

→ singledad, CEO!yoongi x secretary!reader → 13k words

A/N: I wish all of you the best of holidays. I love you all.  

“Y/N, could ask you to do me a favor?” 

You look up from your desk, eyes rounding because Mr. Min had never asked you to do anything before. It was your job, for Christ’s sake, to do whatever he needed you to do. 

“Yes, sir. Of course.” You stand and walk over to his desk, where he sits slumped and with his tie pulled down and his sleeve pushed up on his arms. You’d never seen the handsome CEO so frazzled and tired before. Maybe it was the effects of the divorce taking place. 

“I–” he pauses, seeming to mull over whether or not he really wanted to ask you the specific favor. “–I have gotten the opportunity to see my daughter again.” He sighs, rubbing his temples. “For the weekend before Christmas, before her mother will pick her up again. But I…” 

He pauses and you wait, silently wringing your fingers. 

“…I have absolutely no idea what to do with her, and I need your help.” 

You pause, not knowing what to say. “O-oh, yes. Of course sir. Will you be bringing her into the office?” He’d done so a few times, and the sweet little girl was an absolute joy to have around, bouncing around between desks and kissing cheeks and touching papers with genuine curiosity in her big eyes.

He sighs, turning his seat to stare up at you. “N-no, Y/N, I-I’ll be taking the weekend off to spend some time with her. I’ve left the company in Namjoon’s hands, he’ll do fine.” 

You nod, “Would you like me to schedule you an itinerary of what to do?” 

He seems to think about it. “I’m sure this is too much to ask of you, and you are completely welcome to deny my request but, would it be okay if you could come with us? I’ve already thought of a couple of things to do. She…she needs someone who understands her, and she seems to like you very much.” 

Your mouth falls open. Was he asking you to be her mother figure? A blush crawls over your cheeks and you thank the heavens that he’s not looking because he’d have seen the way you blinked too many times to be professional before responding, “Of course, Mr. Min. I’d love to.” 

He avoids eye contact. “Of course, you’ll be compensated over-time and I will give you the adequate raise and you will be picked up and dropped off–” 

You cut him off with a shy smile. “Sir,” 

He stops, finally looking up at you. “Yes?” 

“I don’t mind all that. I’m happy to help.” 

He hesitates, and the room is filled with silence. 

“I--” “Th--” the both of you speak up at the same time. 

He quickly turns his face, and you cough as you clear your throat to fill the awkwardness. “Alright, Y/N. Thank you,” he dismisses, and you shyly mutter back, “You’re welcome sir,” before you walk away to your desk, and sit down and begin searching for things to do with a five year old little girl. 

It was going to be quite the weekend.

“You’re going to be spending the night at his house?!” Jisoo shrieks, watching you pack your clothing and toiletries into a small suitcase. 

You roll your eyes at her as you fold your blouse into a nice little pile and place it into the corner of the carrier. “Relax, I’m basically babysitting.” 

She plops on the bed next to your carrier and you frown at her when she topples the little nice pile of clothes you stacked. “Yeah, but with your hot, single, boss Y/N.” She picks up one of the underwear you packed for the trip, holding it up with two fingers with her lip curled in disgust. “Like, c’mon. Seriously?” 

You snatch the pair of cotton undies back from her, and fold it nicely again. “I’m not hitting on my boss, Jisoo. He literally just got divorced a couple of months ago.” 

She chews thoughtfully on her banana. “True, but he was cheated on by that bitch of a wife he was forced to marry. I don’t see any attachment issues there. And also, if he’s asking you to come along with him on the weekend before christmas with his daughter, I don’t see why you wouldn’t think he has some sort of interest in you.” 

You stop, thinking about the lingering glances and the unusual gentleness in his voice whenever he dealt with you. You were his assistant, nothing more, and nothing less. But it was quite obvious he was exceptionally gentler with you, whilst trusting you the most by piling the most work anyone in the office had seen under your care. But you’d assumed it was because you were good at what you did, completing tasks and carrying out orders with ease. 

“Ugh, whatever. I just want to enjoy the weekend, and I’m pretty sure it’ll be a lot better than just lounging at home watching netflix.” 

She nods, “Well yeah. He’s giving you a bonus too right?”

You shrug. “I really don’t care, but I guess, yeah.” 

She giggles excitedly. “When do you leave?” 

“In a couple of hours. I’m staying three days, two nights.” 

“Holy shit,” she scrambles up and runs to your drawers, digging through the organized piles messily, ignoring your protests. Grabbing the laciest pairs of undies she can find, she shoves them into your carrier and begins rummaging through your closet, trying to find anything but the grossly professional blouses and skirts and blazers she saw you folding. “Y/N, I swear, this is your chance. Stop living with a stick up your ass and live a little. How many years has it been since you kicked that jerk to the curb?” 

You sigh, submitting to her antics and plopping down on your chair. “two years.” 

She rolls her eyes as she grabs a nice tight longsleeve and holds it above a pair of jeans, squinting at the combo. “Exactly. Two freaking years and you still haven’t gotten in a relationship after he cheated. Move on! Get some dick, grab that hot CEO bachelor before he gets shipped off into another arranged marriage!” 

“Jisoo!” 

What she said was true though. Little did she know that deep down inside, you’d fallen for your gentle but firm and hardworking boss. Late nights working alongside him and following him to all his meetings, you’d witnessed first hand how much he cared about his company and his employees. He was an excellent businessman, hard and cold. But when it came to his business, his employees, or his family, he became a protective machine, working to defend his own honor and the things he loved. 

It was the little things, the quiet muttered, “thank you”s that he never forgot to add. Years of secretary work had accustomed you to accepting the gruff belittlement that other male bosses treated you with, lewd glances and guffawing demands. But Mr. Min was always kind, and respectful towards you. 

But he was married. The first six months of your job consisted of hiding blushed cheeks behind your hair or turning your gaze away to tear your eyes away from the wedding band placed on his finger. Little did you know, until the seventh month, that he was in a cruel marriage agreement, a sort of peace treaty between him and a dying rival company. 

The woman was a menace, absolutely disgusting in the way she treated her employees, Mr. Min, and her daughter. She was horrible, and it wasn’t only until tabloids caught her with another politician thirty years older than her that her family finally admitted to their faults and agreed to Mr. Min’s files for divorce. It was a clean cut, and the media sided with the polite Min Yoongi who refused to demand an earlier divorce in love for his daughter and in respect for the reputation of his in-laws. 

“I’m serious! You’re in your twenties, Y/N. It’s the hottest you’ll ever be. Flaunt that bod, wear a little more makeup, straighten your back and flirt. It won’t kill you.” 

You roll your eyes as Jisoo throws in the tightest pair of leggings you own. You were going to re-do that packing luggage as soon as possible. “Fine, whatever,” you grumble. 

Your phone buzzes with a text. It’s Mr. Min. 

[Mr. Min] My chauffer will be picking you up at 7:00. 

You lock your phone and begin organizing your makeup bag. “Alright, alright, just get off my back. I’ll keep you updated.” 

She calls out after you as you step into the shower. “Shave your legs! And your pussy!!!!” 

Cleanly shaven and impeccably packed, you shakily step out of the gorgeous sleek car. You’d underestimated his wealth. 

The Min Corp. building was an outstanding one that stood out in Seoul, tall jaw-dropping glass walls that towered up amongst the skyscrapers, but the house that he owned was even more gorgeous.

It was beautifully decorated with a lot of greens, each bush and vine trimmed and kept to perfection, climbing up modern white walls with sleek silver trimmings and clear glass windows that spanned from floor to ceiling. You step up the stone steps and press on the buzzer, and wait patiently as you hear steps approaching the door. 

Mr. Min swings the door open and you’re shocked to see that the man who is always dressed in perfect tailored Armani suits standing in front of you in a grey longsleeve and pajama pants. 

Given, the pajama pants were probably worth your monthly salary, but it took you a moment to adjust to how his comfortable attire made your heart skip a beat. He eyes you curiously through his glasses. “Y/N, you’re on time, like always. Come in.” 

You step inside and remove your shoes as the door shuts behind you and he begins walking further into the house. You follow, your small suitcase trailing behind you as you gawk at the incredible interior of the estate. 

“Hana is asleep right now. I think she’s been tired because of the traveling. But she’ll be up first thing tomorrow and you can greet her then. I’ll show you your room.” 

He leads you far down the corridor, and opens a door to reveal a gorgeous room, complete with a restroom, queen bed, desk, ottoman, and closet for you. You gasp as you walk in, marveling at the beautiful room. The room itself was bigger than your living room. Jisoo would have a fit. 

“It’s not much, but it was the best I could ask the maids to do in a couple of hours. We both didn’t expect you to say yes.” He admits, sheepishly glancing around the room. When you don’t respond, he clears his throat. Gesturing to the set of double doors a few feet away from yours, he says, “and that’s my room. If…if you ever need anything, just let me know.” 

You cough, and smile as professionally as you can. “Of course. Thank you so much.” 

He lingers, “No, thank you Y/N.” And with a nod and a tight-lipped tiny grin, he politely leaves. 

He shuts the door behind him and his steps are soft as they retreat to his bedroom. You sit on the plush bed, and begin unpacking, taking off your uncomfortable stockings to free your legs and unzipping your skirt. You change into comfortable clothes and lounge on the bed for a while before opening your laptop and planning for the next few days. 

Hana enjoyed winter activities, so you thought it would be a good idea to take her to the community park and let her play with other children. You could prepare some snacks and have a picnic with her and ice skate with her at the rink nearby. 

You were planning the activities for the second day when you become incredibly thirsty. You glance at the clock and it reads 1:13 am. 

Hoping that the silence outside indicates that Mr. Min has retreated for the night, you silently creak your door open and use your phone flashlight to find the kitchen. 

Padding over to where the kitchen is, you rummage through the fridge until you grasp a cool bottle of water. Sitting down on the kitchen island, you browse your phone, not bothering to flick on the light. You were going to leave soon anyway. 

 But the cool, low tone of Mr. Mins voice startles you and you drop the bottle. 

“Y/N?” 

 You yelp as the cool water splashed down your long sleeved sweater and the thin pajama pants you wore to bed. You scramble up from the stool and Mr. Min also hastens his step to come and help you wipe up the mess. “Oh, Mr. Min,” You choke out, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think—” 

He cuts you off by grabbing a hand towel from the oven handle and handing it to you, finding another one to mop off the rest of the water on the counter that was dripping towards you. 

“Oh,” you say, as he stops in his work to help you dab at your sweater and lap, “Sir, you don’t have to--” 

He gently pushes your hands away as he finishes. “It’s fine, Y/N.” He smiles up at you as you blush and help him wipe up the mess. 

He walks over to the fridge and gives you another bottle, throwing away the empty one that was on the floor. “Why are you up? Is there anything wrong with your room?” 

You widen your eyes, hands coming up to express your denial. “Oh, no, no. Definitely not. The room is absolutely perfect. I just needed some water while I was planning what to do with Hana tomorrow. I left the lights on because I was going to leave in a bit.”  

He blinks at you, nodding. “Did you come up with a lot?” 

You nod, producing your phone as you lean over in your stool to show him the screenshots that you found and the starred locations on google maps. He walks over to stand next to you with one hand on the counter and the other on his hip as he leans in to squint at your screen. 

“So we can start when she wakes up. I’ve found a recipe for some lamb bacon and pancakes. And once she’s done,” you swipe, showing him the yelp page, “we’ll go straight to the zoo that she once talked to me about. We’ll probably grab some lunch in this restaurant in the park and then when she gets tired, we can go have a picnic in the park that’s a couple blocks away from the zoo!” 

You smile down at your screen and look up to come face to face with your boss, who’d been leaning down to look at what you’d been animatedly showing him, and you freeze. 

He’s beautiful up close, and his face is inches from yours as you look up at him. He’s taller than you even as you perch on the high stool and seems to have thoughts running through his mind as his eyes dart between yours and narrows when you automatically drop your gaze to his thin lips. 

Those lips that could make million-dollar deals and destroy the economy in seconds, were also the same lips that uttered polite “thank you’s” and smiled gently at you throughout the day. You desired more than anything just to have a taste. 

He seems to hesitate and then clears his throat, leaning back away from you as he stands straight and stops leaning on the counter. He resumes his composure much faster than you do. “This is lovely. Thank you, Y/N. I’m sure Hana would love this.” 

You blink to wake yourself up from the trance and smile softly. 

“Oh, yes. Of course, Mr. Min. Anything for Hana.” You stand, dabbing at your shirt with the towel. Although damp, it’s almost dry. “I should get to bed now. It’ll be a full day ahead of us.” 

He nods, “Yes, please, get some rest. The last thing I want for you is you collapsing from dealing with the little pink energy monster.” 

You giggle behind your hand as he shows you the exit and flicks the light off as you both leave the kitchen and shuffle towards your respective rooms. You linger in your doorway. “Thank you, Mr. Min.” 

“No thank you,” he presses, peering at you from hair that’s not in its usual stiff position, but instead soft tufts that poke at his eyes. “I’d be lost without your help.” 

You smile gently, and turn, “Good night, Mr. Min.” 

“Y/N?” 

You stop, hand on the knob as you meet eyes with him again, “Please, call me Yoongi.” 

You nod as he smiles and shuts his door behind him, leaving you in the dark hallway with wide eyes and a smile that refuses to disappear. 

Day 1

“Y/N! Y/N! You’re here!” 

You wake up to a tiny high pitched voice and smile as Hana bounds into your room, flinging the door open with a bright smile and cute little frilly pink pajamas. 

“Hi Hana, how have you been?” You rub your eyes and sit up. That was some good sleep. You had to ask Yoongi whatever this mattress brand was, it was glorious for your always aching shoulders. 

“Good! I’m so excited!” 

You giggle as she bounces on your bed. “Is that why you woke up so early?” 

“Yeah! Daddy’s not awake yet, I think. That’s good.” 

“Oh, why?” You ask, getting up from the bed. She follows you into the restroom and watches you curiously as you brush your teeth. 

“Because I wanna bake cookies for daddy.” 

You widen your eyes at her and smile. “Oh yea? Is there more stuff you’d like to do? I have a few things planned, but we can do whatever you want,” you grin, booping her on the nose. 

She squeals and begins counting on her fingers. “Well, first, after we bake christmas cookies for daddy and santa, I wanna go ice skating!” 

You wink at her. “Already have that on the list.” 

“And then can we please decorate?” She pouts, sadly staring up at you. “Daddy said he forgot to put them on again.” 

You gargle and pat your face dry with a towel as she follows you out and watches you change. “Again? What do you mean?” 

She sighs as she sits on your bed. “Daddy doesn’t ever put up christmas lights. Or trees!” 

You smile at her gently. Yoongi was probably too busy. “Alright, we can do that today too. Your father is taking some time off to spend it with you today. Isn’t that awesome?” 

She laughs gleefully as you finish pulling the sweater over your head, fixing your hair and applying a bit of makeup before stepping out with Hana. It’s already 6 am, and his door is closed. You wonder how tired he must’ve been to be sleeping in this late. From what you remembered, Yoongi always woke up at 4:30 am to start his day, and was in the company by 6:30 sharp. 

Shrugging, you let Hana lead you into the kitchen, where her nanny has already prepared the ingredients for the baking on the countertop. She must’ve heard Hana telling you about it as you got ready. 

You help Hana put on her tiny little apron and wash her hands before you both get to work on mixing the flour and eggs and milk together in a bowl. 

You’re helping Hana roll the cookie dough and put them on the baking sheet when Yoongi walks in the front door, wiping sweat from his face with a towel. You straighten up and face him with wide eyes as he freezes by the doorway and doesn’t say anything as he watches you. His mouth drops a bit and you stutter to somehow make an excuse. 

“I-I thought it would be a good idea to--” 

“Hi daddy!” Hana interrupts, and Yoongi breaks from his surprise, blinking a few times as he smiles down at his daughter. “Good morning princess.” 

“Y/N is helping me make cookies for you and santa! Right?” She tugs at your apron. 

You tear your eyes off of Yoongi, nodding and biting your lip as you answer her and blush when Yoongi looks at you again. “Oh, yes, Hana. That’s right. Good job!” 

You break the silence as you turn and put the tray into the oven. Yoongi is still hovering by the doorway, after giving a hug to Hana and helping her wipe some flour off her cheek. 

“Sorry, we...we just thought it would be nice to have you wake up to some cookies. I-I  didn’t know you were taking a jog.” 

Yoongi is holding Hana up in his arms, who’s currently distracted playing with his earphones. “Oh, no. I-I’m just not used to anyone cooking in the kitchen these days.” He glances down at Hana. “Hey princess, I’m gonna hop into the shower so you can help Y/N clean up a bit, and we can eat the cookies with some breakfast and then go have some fun. How does that sound?” 

“Yes!” Hana wriggles until Yoongi lets go of her and bounds over to the bowls on the countertop. “Let’s clean Y/N! I can’t wait to ice skate!” 

You smile down at her and help her load the dishes into the sink, and let her take a towel and do the drying as she insists. 

Yoongi is a quick showerer, and is out with dry hair and a nice white sweater over some dark blue jeans by the time you’re finished with breakfast and setting the table. 

He takes a seat on the other side, right next to Hana, watching her eat and remind her to eat her fruits and veggies as she scarfs food into her mouth. You politely take a bit more to eat and then set down your cutlery. He glances over at you, and mumbles, “Would you like some coffee?” 

Surprised, you tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, perking up with wide eyes. “Oh, y-yes please, thank you.” He nods, tight-lipped again, and stands, taking his plate with him and placing it in the sink. You coo at Hana, watching her eat until he returns, two steaming mugs in his hand, and a cup of milk for Hana. The cookies taste lovely with the hot bitter drink. 

“So, what have you planned for us today?” He asks over the rim of the cup. 

You smile, opening your little planner. “Well, Hana would really like to go ice skating, so I’ve found a local rink that’s not to crowded around this time. And we can eat lunch there after we’re finished. When we come back, Hana would like to put up some christmas decorations, so I thought it would be nice to go buy a tree while we’re out.” 

He nods thoughtfully, turning to Hana. “You really want a tree that badly?” 

She pouts, frowning up at him. “Yes daddy, you never have a tree, and that might make Santa sad.” 

He chuckles, stroking her soft cheek with a gentle thumb. “Alright, baby. We’ll go.” He turns to you, “I’ll finish the dishes, you can get dressed. Thank you for the breakfast, it was delicious.” You nod politely, and pad upstairs. 

You leave Hana with him as you get ready, throwing on a long coat over some leggings and a thick knit sweater. When you come out, Yoongi’s finished the dishes, and is in the living room dressing Hana in an adorable corduroy coat and has thrown on a trench coat himself. He smiles a bit at you as you emerge, and silently holds the door open as you take a comfortable seat in the back of his car. 

“Where to, Y/N?” He asks gently, starting the engine. 

You nibble on a cookie as you tell him the directions to the ice rink. When you arrive, the place is already filled with families who are giggling and rushing to get their skates on. Hana squeals and takes your hand in hers as she scurries towards the rink. Yoongi parks the car and grabs your tickets and helps you and Hana pick your skates. 

You sit next to Hana, helping her with her skate laces, easy to tie because of their tiny size. Yoongi arrives later to see you struggling to tighten yours enough, your fingers too frozen in the cold to properly tighten the ropes around the metal prongs. 

He sets down both of your hot chocolates and gets down on one knee silently, grasping the laces in his long fingers, and cooly tying them without a word. You stop, gazing down at him and his long lashes that are focused on your skates and feel your cheeks heat up, but just murmur, “Thank you,” as he finishes without a word and begins to get to work on his own. 

The rink isn’t crowded, but because of the season, still has a couple families here and there even at this time in the late morning. You step gently onto the ice, and Hana follows, her tiny hand gripping yours through both layers of gloves, squealing delightedly as she finds her balance. Yoongi follows, steady on his own skates, and Hana turns, gripping his hand in her free hand. And together, with Hana laughing between you and your own giggles escaping, the three of you glide down the rink. 

“Okay, Hana, don’t run here, because it’s really icy,” you warn, following the over-excited toddler as she scurries between the lines of pine trees. You try to hurry after her, but your boots are just simple ankle rain-boots that you had, and as you try to catch up to Hana, your rubber soles slip on the icy grass. 

You yelp as you trip, but a strong hand wraps around your upper arm, gripping you tightly and pulling you up. When you look up, it’s Yoongi, and he has a look of concern on his face. “Are you okay?” He asks, brow furrowing. 

You straighten up, tucking the dislodged pieces of hair behind your ear again, and nodding. “I-I’m fine, thank you for that.” You hurry ahead and Yoongi lingers behind, watching you catch up to his daughter and pick her up in a squealing bundle of laughter. 

Picking a tree is easy amongst the thick, full-bodied options, and the seller offers to drive it behind the three of you in his truck. You buckle up Hana and get on with her in the backseat as Yoongi starts the car. It’s odd, having him drive.

Often times, it would be the cheuffer in the front, with you in the passenger seat, reading out the day’s to-do’s and meeting requests to Yoongi who sat silently and solemnly in the backseat, reading his own iPad for emails and company updates. But this time, seeing him silently and smoothly pull out of the tree lot parking lot and turn onto the road towards his estate, was a nice change for once. Especially, since the CEO was no longer dressed the way you were used to either, his neck covered in a thick scarf and a long coat that covers his white sweater and jeans combo, he looks quite comfortable and approachable. 

He pulls in, and together you help the man bring in the tree. It stands tall and beautiful in the middle of the home where the staircase wraps upward. It seems as if the maids already brought out boxes of old decorations, as the boxes are lined up against the wall, ready to be unpacked and used. You open them with Hana, who cutely points out each and every decoration with glee and nostalgia. 

With music playing in the background, the three of you get to work, Yoongi who is in charge of lights and the tree skirt, Hana who’s in charge of the ornaments for the bottom half of the tree, and you in charge of the other half plus the tinsel. Two maids join you, helping Hana get the wire around the ornaments to hang them, and also helping vacuum away the pieces of pine that had fallen on its movements inside. Within an hour, the tree is finished, and you join Hana on the couch as Yoongi moves towards the outlet. 

With a click, the tree is illuminated, casting a soft golden glow throughout the home that’s now starting to have a couple of gloomy shadows because of the time. The maids have moved onto the kitchen now, starting dinner while Hana snuggles up to your side on the sectional. 

Yoongi returns from the kitchen with a mug of something, and hands it to you, sitting a couple seats away. “Thank you sir,” you say, and wrap both hands around the warm ceramic, breathing in the sweet aroma of the hot chocolate he’s given you. 

“No,” he says, crossing his leg, “thank you. The first day was a massive success. She’s so tired,” He chuckles, and you look down with a smile at Hana who’s already beginning to doze off into the crook of your arm. You meet his smiling eyes with a blush, and look down into the mug instead. 

He just looked...so handsome whenever he smiled. You wished he would smile more.

Yoongi watches you tuck his daughter into bed, as he lingers by the doorway. He’s always missed this part of his daughter’s life, honestly, always being at work until it was too late and the maids had already tucked her in, or always too tired from fighting with his ex-wife to be able to make it home on time. 

You, however, don’t betray any of the tiredness from the entire day, and instead smooth the hairs back from Hana’s face, whispering good night to the little girl as you bring the small pink covers up to her chin. When you turn to leave the room, Yoongi’s already near his office. 

He’d...always admired your work ethic. You were bright, and fast on your feet, quick-learning, and polite no matter what. He’d had too many experiences with past secretaries who lost their initial drive or their integrity, being either too tempted by the riches that he had to maintain their professional relationship and trying to seduce him to no result. It was always a mess, until you, maybe a couple years out of college, came along and stuck. 

But as he watches you quietly click Hana’s door shut behind you, he realizes he knows absolutely nothing about you, even after working closely for three entire years. He clears his throat, and watches as your chin darts up as you turn towards the noise. 

“Is she asleep?” He asks, and you smile gently, nodding and walking over. 

“Do you need anything else?” You ask, your hands folded politely in front of you. 

He shrugs. “Care to join me in my study?” You nod, and he turns into his room. Your mouth falls agape at the beautiful room, the walls decorated with mahogany shelves lined with business books and trophies, towering up above a single desk on one side of the room, and a collection of sofas in the other. He gestures for you to take a seat, and you do, holding the mug of hot chocolate he gave you before. The plate of leftover cookies you and Hana made is on the coffee table, so you grab one, nibbling on the edge. 

“So what are the plans for tomorrow?” Yoongi asks, eyes watching you carefully through his rimmed glasses. 

You smile gently, opening your phone. “I thought it was a good idea to keep her busy, instead of at home too much. We can maybe go to the mall? She wanted to take pictures with Santa.” 

He nods, chuckling a bit. “I really don’t know how I’m going to break the news to her honestly.” You giggle behind a hand too, “Don’t worry, sir. I never knew the truth until it was too late..” and Yoongi catches the fact. “I...don’t really know much about you, do I?” He asks, and the question lingers as  you process what he’s trying to say. 

“Sir?” 

“Yoongi,” he corrects, “I’m saying, tell me more about yourself. We’ve been working for three whole years, and I’ve never really got to know much about you, other than the fact that my daughter seems to be in love with you.” 

You shyly laugh, sipping the hot chocolate. “Ah, well, other than the things on my resume, I’m not a very interesting person.” You say, thumbs twiddling on the handle of the mug. “Is there anything you’d like to know in particular?” 

Yoongi hesitates. “Ah, well, what do you want to do, eventually?” 

You think thoughtfully, “Hm, before I got this job, I wanted to go into law maybe. I also had thoughts about going into the wedding industry, as a planner as well. To be honest,” you say, a bit embarrassed, “I didn’t expect to get this job, neither did I expect to stay.” 

Yoongi hums, nodding slowly. “I’m glad you did. Do you have any holiday plans? It’s Christmas Eve the day after tomorrow, isn’t it?” 

You nod. “I’m flying back home to my parents’ to see my family, but I’m a bit worried. There’s a blizzard expected to come soon, and my flight might be cancelled.” 

He chuckles, “Well, I hope that doesn’t happen, but if it does, you’re welcome to enjoy your christmas here.” He coughs, “I-if you’d want, that is. I wouldn’t want to burden you or anything.”

“Oh. No, no! You’re not burdening at all,” you reassure, smiling. “I really enjoy spending time with Hana. She’s adorable and I love children.” 

Yoongi nods, smiling. “Speaking of which, are you in a relationship?” 

The question catches you a bit off guard. “Mm,” you muse, wondering whether or not to tell the whole story. “I..I got out of a bad relationship, two years ago.” Yoongi raises his brows thoughtfully, and you hum. “Yeah, he...he cheated on me, and to be honest, I’ve just not been interested in dating again ever since.” 

“Oh,” Yoongi muses, “I’m sorry about that. That’s horrible.” 

“Well, same boat right?” You try, and Yoongi chuckles.

“If you can even call it a boat. I’d say it’s a shipwreck, of emotionally disturbed and hurt people.” At your laughs, he smiles, sipping his own mug. “No, I-....I don’t regret, what happened. The divorce and all, because without all those years, I would have never had Hana, and I would have never learned the things I learned. I just want her to be happy. She’s all I have.” 

You soften, a soft smile lingering on your lips. “Oh, Yoongi, Hana adores you.” You reassure. “She cares for you so much, and I’m sure she’s gonna grow into a strong little girl. You’re doing a great job.” 

He gives you a sad smile, shaking his head. “I try to tell myself stuff like that, but...to be honest it’s just realistic to say that I missed the first few years of her life. All those important moments, of her first words and first time walking and crawling and all that...all because I was too busy.” 

“No, no,” you move a bit closer on your own chair to place a reassuring hand over his arm. His eyes linger on your hand. “You were doing the best that you can, and she’ll understand it. And the important thing is, you’re also doing your best now, and she loves it so much. These next few days are going to be so precious for her.” His eyes peel from your hand on his forearm to yours, smiling gently. “Thank you, Y/N,” he murmurs, “I wouldn’t have done this without your help.”

That night, smiles linger on both of your lips as you fall asleep. 

Day 2

“Oh, you’re awake,” Yoongi muses as you step into the kitchen. 

You gape a little at the scene in front of you. He’s dressed...in an apron, left hand on the handle of a frying pan and the right with a spatula, expertly cooking a delicious-looking omelette. 

“Come,” he gestures to the dining table, “Sit. I’m almost finished.” 

“S-sir?” You stammer, rounding the island to peer over at what else he’s prepared, and already there’s two other omelettes steaming hot, with toast, avocados, and a bowl of fruits. 

He chuckles a bit, still working on his food, “I figured since the ladies cooked yesterday, that I should step in and do something as well. Here, go take a seat.” 

You shake your head, “Let me help you set the table. I’ll go wake Hana up too.” 

“Thank you,” he adds, flipping the omelette expertly as you take the plates to the dining table and pad upstairs to bring Hana down. Getting her prepared for the morning is easy, as she rubs her cute puffy eyes and sleepily brushes her teeth obediently. But as soon as she’s a bit more aware, she’s bounding downstairs, throwing her arms around her father’s legs, and grinning up at him. 

Yoongi laughs, setting down the plate he was holding and pulling Hana up into his arms. “How did my baby sleep?” 

She giggles and screams as he peppers her cheeks with kisses. “Good daddy!” 

He sets her in her chair and holds yours out for you. Always a gentleman. 

“Thank you,” you answer with a smile, and begin eating. He’d prepared his wonderful coffee as well. 

The breakfast is simple, but delicious, and you enjoy it, giggling with Hana and Yoongi who chuckles along. 

“Y/N, I really think you have the skills to make it as a big planner,” Yoongi comments, when Hana focuses on eating. 

You raise your brows, fork in mid-air. “Sorry?” 

He clears his throat, taking a sip of coffee and resting his elbows on the table as he zeroes in on you. “You have a knack for planning things and organizing things. You mentioned you wanted to be a wedding planner? I think you’d be great at it.” 

You shyly smile, “Thank you sir.” 

He nods, thinking to himself. “I...I think I want to put you in charge of a new coming project we have for Min corps.” 

Your eyes widen, “Which project?” 

He shakes his head, “You haven’t heard much of it from administration, because it’s just something I’ve been brainstorming on the side, but I think the company wants to expand outside of just technology, and into more family-friendly initiatives. I think you’d be a great contribution to the round table discussions we’ve been having, and I’d like to put you in charge of a few projects within those upcoming ideas. As long as you’re up to it, of course.” 

“S-sir...” you stammer, “C-could I get some more to think about it? I don’t know if I would be able to handle all the administrative work plus the works of the projects..” 

He shakes his head, “You wouldn’t be doing both, actually. You’d transfer completely.” He assesses your confused expression and chuckles a bit. “It’s going to be quite difficult finding a great assistant such as yourself, but I’ve seen the way you’ve grown in this company, and I think this would be a great stepping stone for you to eventually get into the area of expertise that you want to do.” 

Your phone rings in the middle of it, and you eye Yoongi’s response. He nods, and you excuse yourself to answer the call from Mr. Kim Namjoon, the CFO of the company. 

“Yes, sir?” You answer, padding towards your room to grab the company iPad you have. 

“Y/N, are you with Yoongi right now?” Mr. Kim seems a bit out of breath. 

“Yes, I am. Do you need to speak with him?” 

“Yeah, he’s not picking up his phone. I think he needs to come here.” You hurry back towards the direction of the dining room. “Alright, I’m going right now. May I ask what it’s about?” 

He breathes out a big frustrated sigh. “Yoongi’s wife is here.” 

“I put a restraining order on you coming to my house, so you show up to the company?” Yoongi glares, eyebrows set heavily over his sharp gaze, at the woman sitting ten feet away from him. 

After the call, he’d rushed to get dressed, and you helped Hana get dressed as you all got in the company car and rushed over. Hana was with a couple other secretaries outside, and Yoongi asked you to join him in his office, with his wife, Namjoon, and Namjoon’s own assistant, Jungkook. The company lawyer also lingered in the corner. The three of you sat next to your supervisors on the couches, while Jooyeon sat haughtily at the opposite end of Yoongi. 

She crosses her legs, twisting her blood red lips in a snarl. “Well, you should have picked up my calls then.” She sneers. “I want to see Hana.” 

Yoongi rubbed his temples. “We agreed with the lawyers that I would get christmas, and you would get new years. That was the deal.” 

She picks at her long nails, also painted blood red. “I changed my mind. I want Christmas.” 

Yoongi gives the lawyer a look and the man, Seokjin, pipes up. “According to Section B appendix 2.6, Ms. Kim Jooyeon will cede Min Hana to the father, Min Yoongi on the days of Christmas, marked as December 20th to the 25th. Foregoing the 25th, Mr. Min Yoongi will cede Min Hana to the mother, Ms. Kim Jooyeon for New Years, marked as December 26th to January 1st. Any changes to these agreements cannot be applied, according to the requirements of Appendix J.” He nervously glances back at Yoongi who seems haggard. 

Jooyeon glares at the young lawyer and uncrosses her legs, leaning forward in the leather seat. “I told you what I want. You either give her to me for Christmas, or...” she glances around at the guests who all look at her with disdain, “Or I make a scene, right in the center of your property. Public property, may I add,” she remarks, smirking at the disgusted audience in the room. “I’ll ruin your Christmas with your little mistress.” She sneers, eyes sliding over and settling on you. 

You’re about to protest in absolute shock when a BAM echoes throughout the office, and Mr. Min stands, hands shaking as he gets up from his leather seat. “How dare you,” he snarls, “threaten to ruin my Christmas with my daughter.” The anger rolls off of him. He doesn’t raise his voice over an inside-voice volume, but the words speak for themselves. “Didn’t you have enough already? You sue me for alimony, you get half of the year with my daughter, and you still want more?” 

She’s unfazed, relaxed in her seat, dainty legs crossed again underneath the expensive silk dress and fur coat she wears. “Min Yoongi, I’ve never seen you so angry. Perhaps you do have an attachment to the measly secretary of yours, after all? You pathetic liar.”

You dart your eyes to her. After all? What did that mean? Mr. Min responds before you can even dwell on the comment. 

“Get out of my office,” he warns with clenched teeth. “One wrong move, Jooyeon, one more threat to my daughter, and I’m going to expose everything you’ve done wrong.” 

She laughs, arranging her coats around her, and collecting her expensive handbag with a leather-glove-clad hand. You wondered how much her entire outfit cost. Probably a year’s worth of your salary. “As if,” she chuckles. “You would never, Yoongi. You’ve always been too soft.” 

She saunters out of the office, and as soon as the door shuts behind her, Yoongi crumples into the sofa behind him, hand falling on his hand. Jungkook and the lawyer exit, and Namjoon just sighs and pats Yoongi on the shoulder before leaving as well. He gestures for you to follow. 

When outside, he whispers lowly to you and Jungkook, and Seokjin. “I want you three to get rid of her.” he murmurs, “restraining orders, suing, damage control, call the cops I don’t care.” He rolls his eyes. “She can’t always string around our CEO like that. It’s not good for him or Hana, and it’s worse for the company. Take care of it, by any means necessary. Alright?” The three of you nod, and Namjoon gives you a solemn nod before walking away with Jungkook and Seokjin. 

You’re mulling over what just happened when Hana comes bounding up to you, her small arms wrapping around your calves and her chin resting on your thigh. “Y/N, what’s wrong?” 

You smile, kneeling down to meet her level. “What do you mean Hana? I’m fine.” 

She puts a tiny hand on your cheek. “You look a little sad.” 

You grin at her, smoothing her cute little pigtails back. “Oh, no. Hana, I’m really good. See?” You spread your arms out wide, and she giggles, nestling into them to give you a big hug. You hated how Jooyeon talked about Hana like a liability, a legal object. She didn’t deserve any of it. “Do you want to go see daddy?” You offer, and she nods. You tuck your iPad under your arm and lift her up, dismissing the other secretaries and knocking on Mr. Min’s door. 

“Sir?” There’s no answer. 

“Daddy!” Hana tries, and immediately you see through the window that Yoongi composes himself, rubbing a hand over his face and hair to straighten himself up and put on a smile. It breaks your heart. 

“Come in sweetie!” 

You let her down as soon as you enter, and she bounds over to jump into his arms. Maybe it’s the way he didn’t have enough time to style his hair, or the way his necktie is loosened haphazardly, but he just looks so exhausted and tired. You turn, silently trying to exit when he calls your name.

“Y/N?” 

You turn and meet his gaze. “Yes, sir?” 

“Arrange a casual outfit and the car, let’s go do something that’ll get my mind off of all of this.” He says, grinning down at Hana. When he looks back up at you, his eyes are filled with tiredness and a sadness that you know all too well. You bow politely, “Of course sir. I’ll prepare all of that immediately.” 

The outfit is placed in his office and the car parked in the entrance within 10 minutes, and you’re changing in your own office with your phone tucked between your shoulder and ear to make dinner reservations and ride arrangements. 

Within 15, the both of you are out of the company doors and in the car again, with Yoongi at the wheel, and Hana nestled in your lap in the backseat. She dozes off, and the car settles with a heavy silence. 

“Are you alright?” His voice sounds from the front. 

“Hm? What do you mean?” You wonder, meeting his eyes in the rear view. 

He hesitates. “I’m sorry about what she said about you. She’s absolutely horrid.” 

You smile. “It’s alright. I don’t mind. Are you alright, sir?” 

He shrugs. “I’m think this whole situation is just really sad.” He laughs forlornly, eyes still on the road. “How did I even think that being civil with her was a good idea?” 

“I still respect that you did that, sir. It’s a difficult thing to do, to try and maintain your respect to someone even after their actions cause you to lose all of it.” You trail off, thinking of how you often saw your ex-boyfriend at friend events. Of how you had to just bite back a snap whenever the stupid little girlfriend of his, and your old co-worker, smiles a knowing little grin at you whenever she can. 

He meets your eyes in the rear view and he notices the sadness in your eyes. But the both of you don’t dwell on it as he pulls into the little village that you’d input into the GPS. 

“Is...this a christmas village?” 

“Yes!” You grin at him, helping the groggy Hana unbuckle her seat belt, “And we’re gonna enjoy everything about it and forget.” You get out of the car with Hana in your arms, and Yoongi grabs the stuff from the backseat as well. 

You pay for the tickets, and walk in, immediately surrounded by fake snow and little themed shops with beautiful lights and pine trees. In the speakers, a jazzy upbeat christmas song plays, and all around there are other toddlers with their families gazing wondrously up at the workers dressed in elf-outfits handing out candy and little trinkets to everyone. 

Hana squeals and you let her down as she kneels down to scoop a handful of the snow in her mittens. She throws it up around her, and she drags both of you to look at the displays shown in the park. 

Hours pass, riding themed rides around the park and taking the train to tour the perimeter, going through a couple shops here and there to buy little snacks and matching reindeer ears for all three of you. By the time it’s starting to get darker and the sun goes down, the christmas lights begin to twinkle on one by one, and Hana tugs at your hands, “Please, can we go meet Santa? Please?” She blinks up cutely at you, and you turn to Yoongi. “Ask your daddy too!” 

She jumps over to him. “Please daddy? With a cherry on top and sprinkles too? Please please please?” He laughs, nodding at her. “How could I say no to that? Go ahead, lead the way.” She laughs, grinning widely, and grabs both your hands to go down the main road towards where a fake Santa sits on his chair near the huge main Christmas tree. 

It’s a bit of a line, so you let Hana go play while you stand in line with the other parents. It’s a bit chilly, and you shiver a bit in your coat as you shuffle on your feet. 

Suddenly, a soft fabric is wrapped around your neck, and you stop and turn to Yoongi, who’s focused on putting the scarf you prepared for him earlier around your neck instead. “S-sir,” you start, but he cuts you off. 

“Sh. It’s freezing out here, and it’s only gonna get colder. Here.” He finishes the wrap, tying it in the front and patting it down a bit to show your face more. 

“It’s really okay...” You trail off, but he just grins. “It’s the least I could do for the past two days.” 

You grin at him behind the scarf, even though he probably can’t see it, and together you both awkwardly turn again to the line, which has gotten shorter. Hana bounds over, and tugs on your sleeve. “Is it our turn yet?” 

You grin at her, “Maybe a couple more minute! Are you ready to take a picture with Santa too?” 

She nods, “Can you braid my hair?” 

You grin, tucking your purse behind as you bend a little to grip her pigtail. You begin plating her little tails when you see Yoongi grab one and begin braiding as well. “You know how you braid?” You blurt, watching him expertly move each piece of hair around eachother. 

He grins down at you with a little mischievous smirk. “Don’t look so surprised, I’m a man of many talents.” 

You laugh a little as his finishes, and by then it’s Hana’s turn. You dust off the snow that’s settled on her shoulders and straighten her coat before she bounds up the little cobblestone walkway that they’ve created for the children up to Santa. She bounces on his lap and begins chattering away while you and Yoongi linger near the photo-taking area. You prepare your camera, and then Santa calls out, “Does little Hana want a picture with all her family?” 

“Yes!” She laughs, gesturing for Yoongi to come. You smile as he immediately strides over, standing behind the large man with an awkward smile, and you laugh, “Stand a little closer to him, Yoongi!” 

Santa interrupts you, “Do you want your momma to be in the picture too?” He offers to Hana, and she grins, immediately calling out to you, “Mommy! Come here!” 

Both you and Yoongi freeze at the name she calls you, and your eyes dart to her expecting face, probably unaware that she’s even slipped, and the stunned expression on Yoongi’s face. You stammer, “Um, I--” The worker behind you steps up to you with a smile, holding out his hand to take your camera. 

“Hurry!” Hana yells, and that seems to jump Yoongi out of his trance, for he locks eyes with and gives you a shy smile, and a nod. You hesitantly give the camera to the elf worker and step up to the podium with a shy smile, standing on the other side of Santa. 

“Aw, can the husband please scooch a bit closer to his wife? Put an arm around her!” The elf worker waves a hand at Yoongi. You shake your hands, “Oh, we’re not--” 

Yoongi closes the two strides between you two and wraps a strong arm around your shoulder. “It’s too complicated,” he explains lowly, and flashing a stunning smile at the camera. You hesitate, but he smells so good and feels so warm and right with the hand on your shoulders that you just settle down and flash a smile. 

“Okay! Perfect! What a beautiful family there! 3...2...1!” 

Day 3

“Oh my god Daddy! You got me the barbie dreamhouse?! Thank you thank you thank you thank you!” Hana squeals as the three of you sit around the base of the Christmas tree. You’re clad in leggings and a big Christmas sweater, courtesy of the maids you befriended during your stay. Hana’s still in her pajamas, and you see Yoongi wearing sweatpants and a crewneck for the first time. 

She insisted on all three of you wearing the same cute antler headbands you bought at the Christmas village yesterday. 

“Okay, now this one!” She leans down and she thrusts it out to Yoongi to read the little sticker. “To Hana, from Y/N,” he reads, and glances at you. You smile, and encourage her to open it. 

She tears the packaging open, and screams right out loud making you and Yoongi cringe while smiling happily. “Makeup?!” 

You laugh, helping her tear the rest of the wrapping paper off. “You always liked watching me do my makeup in the morning, so I decided to get you a little set of your own!” 

She laughs, sifting through the fake toddler makeup products with the same glee that you get when you walk through the makeup aisles at Sephora. “Oh yes!” She groans, “Can we put it on together?” 

You hesitate, wondering how to put the news. “I...uh-”

“Pleeaaassseee?” She begs, sticking out her lower lip. You wondered where she learned that. There was no way she learned it from Yoongi. You could never imagine the proper CEO doing something as childish like that. But yet...you wondered. 

Shaking your head from the thoughts, you stroke her hair softly with a sad expression. “I’m sorry Hana, but today’s actually my last day. I gotta go home later today.” 

She pauses, and immediately you see the way her expression begins to crumble and the mouth is turned into a permanent frown that opens up into a wail and--- “Noooooooo!” She begins bawling, and you’re stunned, surprised at the reaction and panicked, glance at Yoongi who’s also as stunned as you are. 

You immediately reach out to gather her in your arms, cooing as she cries and cries and cries into your arm, clutching your sweater with her tiny little hands. “Please,” she blubbers, “Stay here. I don’t want you to go!” She cries loudly, and you shush her softly, patting her back until she’s done crying. 

“I’m sorry baby, I have my own family I have to see. I’ll come visit as much as you want though.” You offer, and she wipes her nose with a sleeve, dragging her tears and snot across her face. You crack a small smile at the sight, using your own sleeve to wipe the excess. “Really?” She hiccups, eyes red and lip still pouting. 

“Yes,” you encourage, patting her back. “That’ll be my next Christmas present, a promise,” you hold out your pinky finger and she looks down and takes it, wrapping her entire fist around it. You laugh, “A promise that I’ll play with you whenever you want, as long as you want, as long as your daddy’s okay with it.”

She takes the deal, dropping your pinky to wrap her arms around your neck tightly. “Okay.” She whispers. 

Twenty minutes later the tired little toddler is fast asleep again in your arms. She’d only gotten a couple hours of sleep last night, too excited about Santa’s arrival to go to bed, and had woken up the first thing in the morning to open the presents. Yoongi pads over to hand you a cup of coffee as she dozes on your lap on the couch. 

“Thank you,” you say, sipping the delicious liquid. His coffee was absolutely your favorite at this point. 

“No,” he says lowly, eyeing you from the other side of the couch. “Thank you. Without your help, she wouldn’t have had this much fun.” 

“Oh,” you say, staring down at the cup. “no, she had a lot of fun because you were willing to take the time to do so.” 

He chuckles, taking another sip. “Ah, still always humble.” 

You grin at that, but you cant figure out what to say, so he tries again. “I...got you something.” He says, standing and jostling a few branches aside to grab a small package from underneath the tree. He stands and hands it to you. 

“Oh...Sir, you shouldn’t have.” 

“Yoongi,” he corrects, and you nod shyly. “Yoongi...I can’t take this.” 

“You haven’t even opened it yet.” He remarks, gesturing for you to go ahead. 

You carefully take apart the wrapping paper, which was wrapped precisely, and it reveals a beautiful set of diamond earrings and a matching dainty necklace. You gasp, eyes widening at the beautiful set in front of you, and give Yoongi a look. “Yoongi, I--” 

“I noticed,” he interrupts, “that you’ve been wearing the same pair since two years ago, which I remember to be the Christmas present that I got the female members of the entire administrative team.” He doesn’t look up at you, his finger tracing the rim of his mug. “I wanted...to get you something special, but I wasn’t sure of what you liked.” 

You touch the studs that are on your ear now, which are tiny diamond embedded in white gold. He was right, he’d gotten you and four other your other co workers the same diamond earrings. The three males had gotten expensive cuff links and tie clips. This set of earrings and a necklace however, made the ones you had on now pale in comparison. 

They were stunning diamonds, square and brilliant, embedded in white gold. The chain of the necklace was so dainty and thin, almost like a thread, but was incredibly strong. There were smaller tinier diamonds surrounding all three of the main sets, and they weren’t too flashy, but beautiful enough to go with anything and everything. They probably costed a tiny fortune. 

You set your lips in a grim line. “Yoongi...you know I can’t accept this.” 

“Please,” he says, standing from his seat on the couch, and walking over. “It’s a present. Please accept it, it’s the least I could do for everything you’ve done for the past few days. And years, actually.” He quips, taking the necklace from its placing within the leather case, and kneels with a knee on the couch to lean down, and move the ends of the chain past your neck and hook it behind. 

He leans so close, you can smell his actual scent, the one usually hidden behind his amazing cologne, a smell that is so distinctly home-y and him and wonderful all at the same time. His collarbone hovers in your sight and it’s the most you’ve seen of him, white milky skin descending from his neck into his sweater. When he finishes, he takes a small movement back to look at it on you.

“It’s a perfect fit,” he grins, and lifts his gaze to look at you. Face inches away from yours, he stops, just gazing into yours. 

Everything seems to stop for a moment, and you just hesitate as he lingers on your face. You can practically count his eyelashes from here, which you notice are incredibly dark and long. His dark hair frames his eyes that peer down at you with a sense of curiosity and a darkness that you can’t decipher. His lips are so tempting, and his cheeks are so white and milky you just want to reach out and touch him. His gaze drops quickly to your lips as well, and if you just leaned a bit--

“I should go,” you stammer, breaking the silence and blinking awkwardly as you turn your face and move Hana a bit so you can stand up. Thankfully, she curls up on the couch, and you tuck the little throw over her better as you gather the box and your phone. “It’s getting late and I need to pack.” 

Yoongi clears his throat, also taking a couple steps back. “O-of course, yes.” He hesitates. “Wai--”

But you leave quickly, tears stinging in your eyes as you bound up the stairs to your room. You shut the door behind you, back against it as you look at the beautiful room around you, and the way your clothes and things were spread out like you live here. 

What a joke, you think, bitter tears falling from your eyes. What a cruel joke. To think that any of this was real, to think that it was possible. After two years of healing, after getting hurt so deep it prevented you from being hopeful about relationships and love for two entire years of your life, you ended up falling for the one person, that you could never dare to wish for. 

What a cruel, cruel Christmas joke.

Packing doesn’t take too long. You didn’t have much to begin with anyway.

“Are you sure you don’t want a ride to the airport?” Yoongi says, lingering in the doorway. 

You smile at him. “Your chauffeur is enough, sir.” He quirks a brow but doesn’t correct you on his name. “Thank you for everything.” 

“I’ll....keep in touch, Y/N. Enjoy your holidays. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough for everything.” 

“It’s fine. I’m just...doing my job,” you say, a small smile on your lips. You see his face fall at the last part in disappointment? Annoyance? You’re not sure. Nonetheless, you turn and get into the back of the car, shutting the door behind you. 

“Ready?” Hoseok says, and you nod. He starts the engine and begins to pull out of the driveway.

You know the back windows are tinted so heavily you can’t see into them. So you give yourself a break, and let yourself watch him as you drive away. 

He never closes the door until you can’t see him anymore. 

Dec 31st, 11:37 PM 

“Uh, sis, you okay?” Your brother appears in the dining room, where you’ve huddled up by yourself in the corner with a half-finished bottle of wine. “You’re a bit more miserable-looking than usual.” He hesitates at the buffet table that’s been mostly cleared out, poking at the leftover pieces of chicken with his chopsticks. 

You turn your bleary gaze at him. “Shut up,” You honk, taking a swig of wine. “You don’t know anything.” 

“Woah woah woah,” he says, wrestling the bottle away from you. “Are those yours too?” He looks at the other wine bottle and empty glasses of celebratory champagne on the table next to you. “Yes-pfhh,” you blurt out, blubbering a protest as he takes those away too and places them far in the kitchen, out of your drunken reach. “Hey,” you accuse him, sticking out your lower lip. “Those were mine.” 

“You’re a mess,” he breathes out, nibbling on a cookie. “What the hell happened to you?” 

You sigh, teary-eyed as your parents and their adult friends laugh about something stupid in the living room, watching TV as they wait for the new years count down. “Everything,” you wail, eyes filling with tears as you push around a piece of meat on your finished plate. “Everything is wrong and I hate love.” 

“Huh, same.” He snorts, and composes himself when he sees your teary glare. “Um, well, why? I haven’t seen you like this since, well...since him.” 

“I know,” you wail, “And that’s why I’m so sad. Because I’ve never felt this way since him, and now I’ve fallen for the one guy I can’t have.”

“Who?”

“Mr. Min.”

“Oh fuuuccckkk...” Taehyung drawls. 

You glare at him again and chuck the piece of meat at him. It misses, and flies somewhere near the flower vase. “Not helping!” You bleat, collapsing into tears and blubbering nonsense again. 

“Well, as much as I’d like to shove it in your face that you’ve fallen into the cliche of a secretary and her boss, kinky by the way,” he remarks, dodging another piece of meat, “you’re also my fuckin’ sister and it’s my job as a bro to tell you to just go get it.” 

“And lose my job?” You laugh bitterly. “He doesn’t even like me.”

“I thought he invited you over for three nights to help with his daughter or something. Men wouldn’t do that if he didn’t have interest.” 

You laugh bitterly, “Well all men don’t have daughters and crazy ex-wives fighting for custody, and a secretary who just happens to be that daughter’s favorite person.” 

“Well, at least the daughter likes you. That’s a first step.” He tries. 

“Well, I’m not gonna date his daughter, Tae. Not helping.” You groan, and he rolls his eyes.

“Okay, I’m just trying to say, that you’re gonna regret it if you don’t ever say anything.” He says, looking at you with pity. You hated it. Hated the look of pity, hated your stupid brother, and hated that he was right. “You’re just gonna keep working for him like a little lost puppy always giving him sad eyes and awkward smiles because he was the one who you let get away and you never tried your shot.” 

“He hates when people cross professional boundaries, Tae,” you complain, “He’s had to fire so many secretaries in the past because they tried gold digging him.” 

“Well, you’re not gold digging, for one.” Tae muses, “and even though your my gross sister, you’re probably not as low as those secretaries were with their bad intentions of trying to get at him.” 

You don’t say anything and he throws his hands up with a frustrated sigh. “Look, sis. He’s single, and he’s ready to mingle. He invites you over for three nights, you have a blast and now you’re all sad because you like him. Just do it, just tell him how you feel. If he likes you back, then you’ll figure something out. If he doesn’t, then he’ll politely decline or fire you, which actually is the better situation cause then you won’t have to suffer through your awkward pining and just get it over with and start over somewhere else.” 

“I don’t want to start somewhere else,” You sputter, blearing up at him through wet lashes. He groans. “Okay, you’re being so extra annoying today, but you do you, okay? You just better not blame me for your hangover and regrets tomorrow. C’mon, the count down is starting soon.” 

He drags you to the television screen and you wipe your tears in the corner as all your parents’ friends begin counting down. 

“5!....4!....3!....2!.....1!....HAPPY NEW YEARS!” Confetti pops into the air and glasses are clinked all around as everyone hugs eachother and welcomes 2019. 

You take another swig of a beer bottle that’s sitting on the couch. 

That’s all you remember before passing out.

“Sis? Yo, Y/N. Yoooo bitchass fatty, wake the fuck up,” The voice in your head gets louder and louder until it’s yelling right in your ear and shaking your body with a foot planted perfectly on your back. 

“Ow!” You mutter, glaring up at the culprit. Immediately the sun hits your eyes and you cringe, grimacing at the noise and visual stimulation. “Oh god,” you cringe, squeezing your eyes shut. “Please turn down the lights.” 

“Its morning you moron, it’s the sun.” Taehyung laughs at you, and you cringe at the sound of his voice too. Ugh, god, wine drunk was the worst kind of drunk. “You should really get up though,” He says again. 

“Why?” You whine, “let me sleep for a little more.” 

“Uh...I don’t really know how to tell you this, but your boss is here.” 

“Mhm,” you mutter, already sort of dozing off. “Wait,” you lift your head, eyes widening, “What did you just say?!” 

“S-sir! W-what are you doing here?” You say, as you bang the door open. You’d tried cleaning yourself up a little, brushing your hair back and washing your teeth and face, but it definitely did not prepare you for the bright morning sun that attacked your pupils. “Ugh,” you cringe at the brightness, and Yoongi chuckles. 

“A little hungover, Y/N?” He quips, grinning. 

“Do...do you want to come in?” You offer, glancing behind you at the mess your parents made. “Sorry it’s a mess, we had a new years party. Or actually, my parents did.” 

He grins at you, stepping in and surveying the small living room. His gaze lingers on you knowingly and you peer at him curiously, confused. 

He settles on a couch that doesn’t have spilled drinks or too much confetti on it and you sit across from him. “Uh, so...” you begin, unsure of where to start. “How can I help you?” 

“Do you...” he begins, grinning widely. Why was he smiling so much? “Do you remember anything from last night, Y/N?” 

You frown, brows furrowing. “Uh, well I had dinner at my parents’ new years party, we had a few drinks, did the countdown, and partied some more.” 

“Anything else, that happened, like, maybe a couple minutes after the countdown?” 

“No, why do you ask?” 

He chuckles, rustling through his pockets to fish out his phone. He scrolls through it quickly, and taps something, and then puts it on speakerphone for the both of you to hear the filtered sound of your wailing voice come through the speakers.

“I swore that I would never fall for you,” Your voice bleats through the speakers, laden with hiccups and a bleariness that indicates you crying. “I never wanted to, because you don’t like gold diggers and I’m--hic!---I’m not a gold digger but I’m your secretary and your helper, like an elf helper, and you wouldn’t want to date an eLF!”

“How come?! How come I end up falling for the one guy I can’t have....I tried so hard, to keep my distance and be professional and call you “Mr Min” or “Sir” instead of Yoongi because it seemed to close. I suck and everything sucks and now I’m gonna get fired and die on the streets all because I can’t keep my dick in my pants for the hot young single CEO I work for.” You bleat, finishing off the phone call with a hiccup, and then a click to indicate your completion. 

A snort in the hallway shows that Taehyung has indeed, definitely heard everything, and your jaw almost hits the floor. Hands around your gaping mouth you stammer, “I-I-I...I’m s-so sorry, oh my god, I-I didn’t m-mean to! I swear, oh my god I’m so sorry, it wasn’t-- I’m not--” 

“Y/N” 

“I swear I just say random things when I’m drunk, and especially wine drunk and I--”

“Y/N,” he tries again, gently. 

“--And then the countdown happened and then I might have tried some beer, but I don’t even remember holding my phone, and I swear it was all a huge joke and oh my god I totally understand if you want to fire me for being unprofessional and--” 

“Y/N!” Yoongi demands, striding up to you and kneeling in front of you. He holds the wrists of your hands that are covering your mortified face and brings them down onto your lap. “Will you listen to me for a second?” 

You face him with a worried expression. “Yes?” 

“Why do you think I’m here, 300 miles away from my own home, sitting here in your family home?” 

“You wanted to fire me? Face to face?” 

He laughs, a hearty ones, a smile that crinkles his eyes and shows his gums and makes your heart flutter in a way that kind of makes you want to kiss and kind of what to throw up. That might be the wine though. 

“No,” he laughs, looking up at you adoringly. “Because as soon as I heard this message in the morning, I got on the first flight here, and asked your friend Jisoo for the address. I needed to see you to tell you that, I felt the same way.” 

“Wh-what? You--,” You stammer, unable to form a comprehensive sentence. “I-- what?” 

He laughs again. “I...didn’t know how to bring it up to you, especially after hearing that you weren’t really looking for anything. And I didn’t want to burden you either, being your workplace superior and all, and with Hana too. I didn’t know how to bring it up, I haven’t really asked anyone out in years. And I didn’t want to mess it up, but, here I am.” He grins up at you, his fingers twisting in between your own. Tears are streaming down your face. From what, you’re not really sure why. 

“I wish I was the first to admit my feelings, but this will do. I want to tell you that I adore you, as my secretary, as a friend, and as a woman. You are so incredibly hardworking, kind, honest, and genuine. You love my daughter and she loves you, and from the years we’ve been working together to the days that we’ve spent together recently, I’ve only ever grown in my respect and adoration for you. So, if you’re up to it, of course, let’s just go to coffee or something. Just you and me,” he shakes his head, “No work, no other obligations, just as a man and a woman, getting to know each other. You know, on a date.”

You’re crying and blubbering and absolutely ugly, but you still manage a tiny “of course,” and he’s laughing and hugging you close, stroking your hair and wiping your tears, exhibiting a softness you never knew he had. 

Your Christmas present was a little late this year, but the best one you ever had. 

“Oh I almost forgot to mention, you also called my ex-wife and threatened her with a lawsuit and some bits of physical violence if she ever came close to Hana with her ‘materialistic, treat-your-daughter-like-an-object, fake boob and lashes wearing ass’ again. I think I’m about ready to promote you to my position.” 

Four years later

“Okay, make sure the children are dressed and ready for the christmas choir set! They wanted reindeer santa hats, so make sure they get those!” You call out, checking off the boxes on your clipboard. “Okay, and don’t forget to set up the lights for the stage! Did someone get in contact with the broadcasting station about the sponsors?!”

Your assistant, Jimin clambers up to you with a display of the cakes and treats. “Here are the snacks we’re handing out, and yes, I’ve gotten all the sponsors handled.” You look through them as he wheels them besides you, and give him a nod and thank him, and he whisks it away. He was such a great assistant.

You’re immediately wrapped up in a pair of arms. 

“Working hard?” His lips tickle your ear. Giggling, you turn and rest your chin on his chest. Pouting a bit, you sigh. “Just a few more hours, and it’ll all be finished.” 

Yoongi laughs, his hair tickling his eyes as he grins and leans down to deliver a kiss to your lips. He lingers a bit a longer than he needs to, and you raise a brow at your husband. He grins lopsidedly, “I can’t wait,” he mutters huskily, “for all of this to be over so we can get to...our business.” 

You cringe, rolling your eyes. 

“How’s Doyoung doing? Is my little prince not too stressed?” Yoongi runs a hand over your lower belly, which isn’t too swollen yet, but is showing signs of the four-month old fetus within. 

“He’s fine,” you smile gently. “His momma doesn’t even feel too sore today.” 

Yoongi smiles. “Perfect, he’s gonna be such an obedient little sucker.” He leans down and kisses you again, this time his tongue sliding suggestively over the seam of your lips. 

“Yoongi! Not now,” you whine with a laugh, and push him away. He was so clingy and needy, something you’d never expected the cold calloused businessman to be. You shoo him away. 

“Go, make yourself helpful with Hana and her choir. They still need help getting dressed.” 

He grins and jogs over, and begins helping the assistants carefully pin cute decorations to their uniforms to make it a bit more festive. 

The huge courtyard of Min Corps. is filled with people and exhibits, bustling with life and preparations for the opening Gala for the Min Corps new project. It was yours and Yoongi’s brain-child, created almost a few months after you two got married: The Min Technology Education Initiative. 

It was a schooling program designed to provide education within technology, such as extra specialized classes on computer science, business management, electrical and mechanical engineering, chemistry, math, physics, and other sciences that were helpful in the management world. It’s offered primarily to those in need who can’t afford to purchase tutors or extra academies, and for high school students who want more exposure to these kinds of professional opportunities. With the sponsorships from other companies, this program would help to fund the local orphanage, from where you and Yoongi adopted Minnie. 

Finally, the time arrives, and everything is set in order. With your husband and two daughters at your side, you all grip the red ribbon in your hands, holding scissors and get ready to cut the ribbon. 

“3.....2.....1! Merry Christmas!” Cameras flash, cheers go up, and friends and family gathered to see the way Min Corps was giving back to the community underneath your project management, all clap and hug in the spirit of the holidays. 

You smile at your husband, who squeezes your shoulder with a warm smile, and Hana bounds over to her choir to begin their performance, while Minnie shyly holds onto your fingers, like the toddler she is. 

And the four and a half of you together, (with the half human growing in your belly), you were ready to take on all the Christmases and New Years to come.

[seokjins-shoulders]

DRINKING AND INKING

seokjins-shoulders

genre: fluff, tattooist!au, kind of crack? but it gets serious warnings: harsh language, sexual themes pairing: min yoongi x reader

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a/n: this is my first fic!! I got a request for this literally ages ago... and I put my heart and soul into, and I’m very proud of it. Constructive criticism is welcomed, but please be gentle I’m weak lol anyways, enjoy the fic!! lmk what you think, and have a wonderful day! love you~~~

“You fucking fell asleep on his lap right before you were going to suck his dick.”

~

When your roommate suggested a night out on the town, it seemed like a decent idea at the time. And with her help, you picked out an outfit and did your makeup.

What a fool you had been, for letting her talk you into wearing a pair of her stilettos.

Now, you were outside a bar, whining to yourself as you nursed your aching feet. It was nearly one in the morning, and you were dying to go home. You sent another text to your roommate, who was still inside, probably grinding against some poor person—she was definitely a wildcard.

And what a fool you had been yet again, when you neglected to bring a jacket. You’ve always been sensitive to the cold, but like the idiot you are, you thought you could brave the cold tonight.

“Chilly?” Someone asks to your left. Damn, his voice is deep.

“Like a pepper,” you replied instinctively. You laughed awkwardly, cursing yourself inwardly as you glance to your left. “Sorry, that was reflex—“

You choked mid-sentence. God, was this guy attractive. He was hotter than a freshly microwaved hot pocket. His features were soft, but sharp at the same time. His deep brown eyes were glinting with something you couldn’t pinpoint, both mysterious and enticing.

“You okay?” Hot pocket asks, biting his lip to repress a laugh.

“F-fine, yep!” You stutter, face flushed. “Choked on some... uh, air.” Why were you like this?

“Here.” You blink, surprised, when you’re suddenly handed his jacket.

“Oh, I can’t take your jacket,” you say, feeling your rising blush, “I don’t even know you.”

“You’ll get frostbite if you don’t,” He teases, leaning back against the bar’s wall, now wearing only a plain black shirt.

“Are you sure?” You ask him.

When Hot pocket nods, you finally slip on his jacket. You’re embarrassed, but the warmth of the jacket is too good to refuse. And it smells like Heaven, oh lord.

Then, you finally notice the array of tattoos coating his left arm. There are painted roses, songbirds, and symbols, as well as beautiful phrases written in impressive script. You feel yourself starting to stare, but you can’t find it within yourself to look away.

“Like tattoos?” His voice snaps you back to reality.

Face red yet again, you tear your gaze back to his eyes. “Yeah, always have. Where’d you get them done?”

“Local parlor.”

“They’re beautiful,” You say with a smile, inching towards him to get a better look.

He chuckles, extending his arm so you can get a better look. Every tattoo on this man was beautiful, but none compared to the initials written along his collarbone.

“What’s your name?” His question derails your train of thought before you think to ask him what the initials mean.

“Name?” You ask. “L/N Y/N... you?”

“I’m—“

“Y/NNNNNN!” Your roommate suddenly interrupts with her loud slur. She stumbles over to you, hiccups, and proceeds to rest her chin (and her entire body weight) on your shoulder.

“Jiyeon!” You exclaim, surprised to see her. She’s usually partying until three in the morning on average.

“Y/N!” She imitates you drunkenly, bursting into a fit of giggles.

“Your friend?” Hot pocket says with a devilish smirk, raising an eyebrow. Fuck, that’s attractive.

“Y-yeah, my roommate—“

“Who is he?” Jiyeon interjects. She looks him up and down, then turns to you and smiles. She nods approvingly.

You blink at her. “What are you nodding for?”

“Oh, so you aren’t going to hook up with him?” She hiccups, then coughs and seems to throw up in her mouth a little.

Hot pocket laughs gently. Fuck, husky. “She looks pretty wasted... I’d bring her home.”

“Yeah, good idea.” You mumble distractedly, as you try to make sure Jiyeon doesn’t hurl. “I’ll take her home... sorry about that!”

“No worries.” He says, waving as you lead your drunk roommate down the sidewalk.

“He was so hot!” Jiyeon yells, ignoring your pleas for her to be quiet. “I would’ve sucked his dick, for sure.”

“Ji, he can probably still hear you!”

“But Y/N, look at his face! Guys like him always have massive—!” You smacked your hand over her mouth, effectively silencing her.

You throw a nervous glance behind your back—and there he is, laughing. Terribly embarrassed, you rush even faster down the street and ignore your aching toes.

-

Hours later, a new beautiful morning. Everything is fine and dandy as Jiyeon nurses her hangover and you prepare some cereal for her.

Except for one thing.

You forgot to return his fucking jacket.

How do you do such a thing? A guy, an unbelievably attractive guy, you hardly know lends you his nice jacket, and you accidentally steal it? Wow.

“Hahhhhh,” Jiyeon mocks you, half groaning and half laughing. “I can’t believe you stole his jacket. And you don’t even know who he is!”

“Be quiet, Ji.” You hiss at her. She only laughs at you, greedily accepting the bowl of soggy cereal.

You sigh, flopping down onto the bed next to your roommate. You groan, but she gives you no acknowledgement. You groan a second time, obviously trying to get her attention.

“What?” She huffs sarcastically after swallowing. “You told me to be quiet.”

“Ji,” you complain, “help me.”

“What do you want me to do, Y/N?” She asks through a mouthful. “I don’t know who this guy is. I don’t even remember what he looks like.”

“But I have to return it!”

She rolls her eyes, setting the now empty bowl on the bedside table. “Look, think of it like this. If he really cared about the jacket, do you think he would’ve lent it to some random girl outside a bar in the middle of the night?”

“I guess not, but—“

“Ah,” Jiyeon cuts you off. “Think about it. He would’ve stopped you if he cared about it.”

You contemplated for a long moment, before finally conceding with a sigh. “I guess you’re right.”

“As usual.”

“Shut up, loser.” You groan, flicking her forehead playfully as you get up.

“Hey! I helped you!” Jiyeon laughs, sticking her tongue out. “Now go get my computer for me, won’t you? I want to watch Netflix.”

-

A week later, you find yourself in a similar predicament from the week prior. Except this time, there’s no Hot pocket, and it’s just you struggling to control a wildly drunk Jiyeon.

“Ji, please.” You groan. “Let’s go home?”

“No!” She all but roars. “I want to get a tattoo!”

She stumbles off towards the parlor that just so happens to be down the street. You have no choice but to follow her.

Jiyeon throws open the jingling door of the parlor, stepping in and announcing herself: “My name is Kim Jiyeon. Ink me up, bitches!”

The parlor is an aesthetically pleasing place. The floor’s were dark wood, the black walls were covered with different pieces of art and photographs. Along the left wall, there was a stairwell going up the second floor, and adjacent to the stairwell was a door. There was a classy front desk in the midst of the room, and on the opposite side, there were a couple chairs and a comfy looking couch.

The guy seated at the front desk whistles, swivels around in his chair and slips into the back room through the door. You hear him speaking to the other employees: “We got a couple of customers. One’s totally plastered.”

“Jiyeon, come on.” Your grab her wrist, trying to drag her out of the parlor. “You’re going to regret this. Please come home?”

“But I’ve always wanted a tattoo.” She whines. “And now I can, like, do it! I already know what I want to get.”

“And what’s that?”

“His name? Tattooed on my rib?” She suggests, all too innocently. “Isn’t that a nice idea?”

You sigh. “Please think this through. We can do this another day? When you’re not drunk?”

“But Y/NNNN.”

“Please, Ji?”

She huffs and bites her lip, finally giving in. “Fine, but when I do get it, you’re coming with me!”

“I hear someone wants to get inked up?”

Oh my god, that voice.

You spin around, meeting the ever so mysterious and enthralling gaze of Hot pocket.

“Oh!” He smirks, amusement lighting his eyes up. “Hello, Y/N.”

“H-hi!” You say, still dumbfounded. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he says. Then turns to observe Jiyeon. “Is she drunk again?”

“She’s getting over a bad break up,” you supply, rubbing Jiyeon’s back as she absently picks at her manicured nails. “I’m so sorry about all of this... we bothered you last week, and now we’re invading your parlor...”

“It’s no trouble, really,” he says, never losing his smirk. “Honestly, you two are quite the duo. Very entertaining.”

“Yoongi, should I set up the chair?” The guy, the young and handsome fellow from before, steps out from the back.

Yoongi waves him off. “No need, Jungkook.”

“Yoongi? That’s your name?” You ask as Jungkook leaves yet again.

“Yep. Min Yoongi, yours truly.”

“Oh. I like it.”

“Thank you.”

You wink awkwardly, and he smiles in response. Your curse your awkwardness, but you find you quite prefer the gummy smile over the smirk.

“Y/N, are we going to leave, or...?” Jiyeon slurs from beside you.

“O-oh yeah! I should, uh, go.” You smile, shooting him a finger gun. What the actual fuck are you?

He chuckles. “It was fun. I’ll see you around, I suppose.”

“Hopefully.” You say, earning one more small smile from him. You wave as you slowly lead your drunk roommate from Yoongi’s parlor.

You listen silently as Jiyeon drunkenly rants to you about her ex for the billionth time as you walk home. You try to pay close attention, but your mind can’t help but wander back to Yoongi and his tattoo parlor, and his gummy smile.

And as Jiyeon begins to intoxicatedly curse her ex’s entire existence, you bite back a smile of your own.

-

You feel like a lovestruck teenage girl; you can’t seem to stop thinking about Yoongi. His smile, his style, his tattoos, all of which seem to constantly occupy your thoughts.

You want to see him again—obviously. But you don’t know how to go about visiting him in his tattoo parlor.

But then, your eye catches the familiar jacket hung over the back of your desk chair. It’s exactly what you need—a sensical and casual reason to pay the Hot Pocket a visit.

You snatch up the jacket, fix your hair and grab your shoes, and make your way out the door.

The walk is rather quick, only a couple blocks away from your and Jiyeon’s apartment.

The parlor’s door jingles when you push open the door.

“Oh, it’s you!” A familiar face greets you. You recognize the handsome boy as Jungkook. “To what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“Hi... Jungkook, right?” You smile, walking up to the counter. “Nice to see you.”

“You too, Y/N—“

“Jungkook, can you go get me a few paper towels from the storage closet?” A voice yells from the back.

“One moment!” He yells back. “We have a visitor!”

“Not a customer?” They reply.

“She’s Yoongi’s friend!” Jungkook answers, sending you a quick wink.

“Oh!” The owner of the voice, a pristinely handsome young man, steps out from the back room. He’s wearing a plain white shirt, dusted with what looks like charcoal or graphite. “I’m Seokjin, but call me Jin. It’s nice to meet one of Yoongi’s friends.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t call us friends.” You smile awkwardly, ignoring the heat in your cheeks. “We’re just strangers who keep running into one another.”

“Well, all the same.” Jin replies.

“Who are you talking to?” Yoongi asks as he descends the nearby staircase. “Y/N?”

“H-Hey!” You turn to face him, hating how giddy you sound. But admittedly, he looks as delectable as ever.

“Funny seeing you here.” He smirks. “But, what for?”

“I wanted to return your jacket.” You stick out the jacket from the night days ago.

“Oh!” He exclaims, accepting it. “Honestly, I completely forgot about it. Thank you.”

“Wait!” Jungkook cries out suddenly. “Is Y/N the hot girl you were trying to pick up that night?”

You choke on your own spit.

“Ok! Jungkook, you have an essay to work on for college, right?” Jin says all too loudly, dragging the younger boy away. “I’ll help you! Let’s go do that right, in the back room, and leave them alone.”

The look in Yoongi’s eyes can only be described as completely and utterly dying inside. As you try to come up with something to respond with, you hear Jin hollering at Jungkook: “JUNGLEBOOK, YOU THOUGHTLESS LITTLE—“

Yoongi pushes the door closed before anything else can be heard.

“Ahaha...” You laugh awkwardly, as Yoongi turns towards you.

“I’m sorry about him,” He huffs with an embarrassed smile. “Jungkook takes a lot of things out of context. And just, does whatever with them.”

“Oh, yeah, d-don’t worry about it,” You say, stumbling over your words. “I know you wouldn’t think of me like that—I mean, like in that context—you know what I mean, I hope...”

“No, no, it’s not that I think you’re unattractive,” he quickly states. “You definitely are! Wait, uh, this is... getting—“

“So! How long have you known Jungkook and Jin?” You interrupt him, swerving away from the awkward topic. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire–you prayed they were horribly red.

You pretend you don’t see the relief in his eyes as he answers you. “I’ve known Jin since college.. and he and Jungkook are practically brothers, so he introduced me to him.”

“Oh, that’s nice,” You smile. “Do you guys run this parlor together?”

“I own it with another friend of ours, Namjoon.” He supplies. “He’s a really talented artist—taught me a lot.”

“Oh, there are more friends,” You raise your eyebrows in interest.

“Seven of us total—well, Namjoon’s overseas right now.”

”Are you all tattoo artists?”

“Just me, Jimin and Namjoon. Jungkook’s still learning. If you come around again, you’ll get to meet the rest of them.”

You hate how your heart leaps at his suggestion of you visiting again. You nod eagerly, almost too eagerly. “Yeah, I’d love to meet them. I need more friends,” You laugh. “All I have is Jiyeon.”

“Oh? How long have you been in this area?”

“Jiyeon and I moved here together after we finished college. She’s pursuing music, and I had a job opportunity here.”

He raises one of his perfect eyebrows at you. “What do you do? For a living, I mean.”

“I’m a waitress, but I’m writing a book—well, trying to.”

“That’s amazing.” You’re surprised by the earnest interest in his voice. Your heart does a few excited backflips.

Your eye catches the elaborate piano tattoo on his left bicep. You can’t help but point it out. “I like this one a lot. Who did it?” You ask, gently grazing it with your fingertips. Neither of you had noticed how you’d subconsciously drifted closer to one another.

“Oh,” Yoongi’s eyes turn sad as he looks down at the tattoo. “A friend.”

Obviously, it’s a sensitive topic. You don’t know how to react, so awkward silence creeps in. Thankfully, before it becomes too unbearable, your phone bings with a notification.

“Jiyeon wants me to come home early. She says it’s going to storm tonight.”

You really want to stay. To make things less awkward—maybe even comfort him.

“Bummer.” Yoongi replies, stepping away from you as he finally seems to notice the proximity.

“It was nice to see you again.” You try to smile, zipping your jacket up.

“You too.” He sounds distant, waving half-heartedly.

His eyes still look sad. You don’t like the sight of him in such obvious pain.

“Bye, Yoongi.” You say, the door bell jingling as you push it open as rain begins to fall outside.

His goodbye is drowned out by the sudden storm.

-

“Jiyeon, you don’t understand! It was so fucking—auGHHHh!”

Jiyeon rolls her eyes, throwing her damp towel at you—she had just gotten out of the shower and had been drying her hair. “Calm down.”

You catch the towel before it can smack you in the face, instead throwing it behind you. “He got all personal and emotional and it was so rough, we were meshing so well and then—“

“What’s to say the meshing disappeared?” She asks, cutting you off. “I’m sure it’s fine. He probably wants to see you again, let’s be honest. How about we visit the parlor tomorrow?”

“I—… I don’t know about that.” You protest weakly.

“Why not?”

“We have to have a reason for dropping by.”

“Who says?” Jiyeon snorts.

“Society.”

“Shut up, Y/N. You’re being an idiot,” she says. “If you like him, just fucking talk to him.”

You give up, falling back on her bed as you groan gracelessly and loudly. Jiyeon snorts a second time, as she sits down in front of her vanity and begins to apply makeup. You perk up, eying her curiously. “What’re you dressing up for?”

“Oh, I, uh, have a date.”

Your jaw fell open. “What? A date?”

When she bit her lip and nodded, you couldn’t help but spring up in excitement. You were thrilled for her. Her last breakup with her last boyfriend, Jongin, had been nasty, and she had desperately needed to move on. It had been two months since their split, and Jiyeon had been either moping around or going wild ever since. You knew she still cared about Jongin, but you were proud of her for getting out there.

“That’s amazing, Ji! I’m so happy for you!” You fling yourself at her, sweeping her up in a hug. She scoffs and tries to push you off, despite the fond smile pulling at her lips.

“Yeah, well, gotta move on sometime.” Jiyeon said softly. Suddenly, she got an evil look in her eye, that you just barely caught. She smiled, slow and deliberately. “Y/N.”

You blinked, pausing. “What. Why do you look like that.”

She let out an ugly giggle before saying, “I’m not going to go on this date—“

“WHAT!? WHY NOT—“

“—unless you go talk to Hot Pocket.”

You stopped working for a moment. Jiyeon leaned back in her chair, a satisfied smile on her face. She knew damn well you were desperate for her to get back out there, and how much it meant to you for her to try to get past Jongin. It was a little wrong to manipulate you this way, but Jiyeon was Jiyeon.

“Jiyeon, there’s no way—“

“You’re doing it.” She had already decided.

“I can’t! How!? I’m a lump of cringe!”

Jiyeon snorted for the thousandth and swiveled around in her chair. “You’re not a lump, idiot. You got lumps.”

You groaned, lightly thwacking her head. As she cursed at you, you flopped onto her bed for the second time that night. You knew Jiyeon was serious about not going on the date unless you talked to Yoongi.

-

So here you were, a week later. You had procrastinated as long as you could, until Jiyeon put her foot down and made you go by yourself. She had gone on the date, and on a second date, with the mystery man named Chanyeol, and was now making you hold up your end of the “deal.”

But you just didn’t know how to go about this. So you stood across the street from the same tattoo parlor, contemplating how the Hell you should go inside and look casual as you try to start up a conversation with them. You were getting frustrated with yourself, so you decided to just go for it.

“Fuck it,” you murmured to yourself, “I’m a bad bitch.”

You crossed the street, and got to the front of the tattoo parlor. You hesitated for a split-second before pushing the door open and stepping inside of the warm building.

“Y/N?”

You look up, smiling giddily after meeting Yoongi’s eyes. He’s sitting behind the front desk, with a sketchbook and pencils spread out in front of him. You walk up to the front desk, trying to remain as chill as a bill as you say, “It’s me.”

“What’re you doing here?” He asks.

“Oh, I was, uh, walking home from work and I thought I’d pop in.” You weren’t lying—you had been walking home from the diner you worked at when you noticed the parlor was along your usual route home. Coincidentally, that same moment Jiyeon texted you, demanding when you were going to visit Yoongi and the parlor.

“I’m glad you popped in,” he finally smiles, and you feel stupidly relieved by the sight of it.

You leaned forward onto the desk, looking at the intricate drawing on the sketchbook’s paper. You can’t help but gape at its beauty. “Woah! That’s such an amazing drawing!”

He glanced down at his artwork, his cheeks immediately flushing a light pink. “Oh, this?”

It was a gorgeous drawing, skillfully sketched and beautiful drawn. It depicted a lone piano, sitting within what looked like an abandoned room—the floors were dusty and the windows boarding up. Flames could be seen licking through the cracks in the windows and around the room. It was mysterious, haunting and incredibly realistic.

“What do you mean, ‘Oh this?’ This is so beautiful, Yoongi!” You realize you’re gushing, so you bite your lip to stop from acting like a fangirl.

He laughs sheepishly. You can’t help but notice just how deep it sounds. “I’m glad you like it so much—I was kind of insecure about it.”

“You have no reason to be whatsoever,” you say, “I can’t get over how great it is. Are you always this amazing?”

“You should see my other drawings,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes.

You raise an eyebrow. “Is that self-deprecation I hear?”

“Whatever do you mean?” He snorts sarcastically. “I would never not self-deprecate.”

You laugh, loudly and genuinely. He smiles his adorable gummy smile, and soon, the two of you are talking easily and enthusiastically. The two of you drift from topic to topic, and you learn lots about him. He’s dyed his hair a lot in the past, and he used to play the piano. He was originally from Daegu, but moved to Seoul to pursue music and art. Somehow, you weren’t surprised to hear he dabbled in rapping and producing music. Maybe it was the way he talked, gracefully and smoothly, that subconsciously lulled you into the idea.

You wear surprised when you heard just how talented he was, when he shyly showed you a song called “So Far Away.”

“What the Hell?!” You yelled with a huge smile, making him blush as the song playing on his phone ends. “That was fucking amazing, Yoongi! Holy shit! Who was singing with you?”

“Jin and Jungkook,” he answers.

“Damn,” you drawl. “Boys got pipes.”

“Indeed,” he chuckles, tucking away his phone. “Well, I showed you my song. I vote you show me your book.”

You blank for a moment, before blinking slowly at him. “M-my book?”

He nods, and you hide your face in your hands as you groan. He’s right, you do owe him after he showed you his masterpiece of a song. “I’m guessing you don’t have your rough draft right this moment? Damn.”

“I didn’t expect for anyone to be reading it,” You confess. “Like ever.”

Yoongi snorts. “If you want to be a writer, you have to put yourself out there.”

“Well, same goes for you and that song!”

Immediately, he gushes and rubs the back of his neck, “It’s not even that good—“

“Are you kidding? You’re kidding. Yep. Funny joke, Yoongi!” You fake a laugh, sounding completely ridiculous.

Yoongi snorts, sputtering out a laugh. “You sound like a whale!”

“Rude!” You hit him playfully. “Are you calling me fat?”

He faked a gasp. “I would never.”

You roll your eyes, and the two of you are laughing together as everything falls into place until your phone bings with a notification. You pause, pulling out your phone to see a new message from Jiyeon, wondering where you were. It was then you realized you and Yoongi had been talking, alone, for nearly two hours.

“Who is it?” He asks, leaning back in the chair.

“Ah, it’s Jiyeon. She’s wondering when I’ll get back,” you answer.

“Yeah, what time is it? I’ve kept you hear for—holy shit, two hours?!”

You can’t help but laugh at his reaction. “I didn’t even notice. I should probably get going, I guess. It was great to see you.”

Yoongi nods, and you nearly miss the disappointed look in his eyes. You give him another smile, and wave as you turn around to leave, when he calls out to you. “Wait, Y/N, give me your number.”

You turn around, trying to hide your eager excitement. “My p-phone number?”

“What else?” He asks with a smirk, sending a shoot of excitement up your spine. The two of you quickly exchange numbers. “Great,” he says, leaning back. “I’ll text you sometime.”

“Cool beans,” you say, giving him finger guns. What the fuck are you? “Bye Yoongi.”

You don’t really want to go home, but you could tell Jiyeon was getting a little worried. It was dark outside, and undoubtedly cold. Zipping up your jacket and securing your hat, you pushed open the door just as Yoongi called out behind you.

“Y/N?” You turned to face him. “Make sure you visit again.”

You heart feels like it’s exploding with giddiness. “Will do.”

-

And you do. For the next couple weeks, you would visit the tattoo parlor almost everyday on your way home from work. Sometimes you’d spend ten minutes there, and sometimes you’d spend nearly three hours there. You felt comfortable saying you had become friends with Yoongi and the other boys.

“Y/N, what do you think of this?” Jimin asks you, showing you a sketch he was working on. You and the fluffy blond had met over three weeks ago, and you had become fast friends. He was incredibly genuine, sweet and funny—and an amazing tattoo artist and dancer.

“That’s fantastic,” you say, through a mouthful of the chips you were sharing with Taehyung and Hoseok. You got along just as well with the two of them just as well—both were sincere, caring and great people. Taehyung and you had a joke of constantly mocking one another’s fashion choices, and you and Hoseok had bonded quickly over a shared favorite book series.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full, nasty,” Jungkook chided you, and you respectively swatted at him. He dodged you with a laugh, when Namjoon stepped out from the backroom.

“Where’s Jin?” He asked absentmindedly as he signed into the computer on the front desk. You had only recently met Namjoon some two weeks ago, but he was just as kind as the rest of the boys.

Jungkook shrugged. “Last I saw, he was going out to get coffee.”

“Ooh, I want coffee.” Hoseok mumbled to himself.

“Ooh,” Taehyung imitated him in a warbly voice, making you snort.

“Shut up,” Hoseok quips back, playfully shoving Taehyung off the couch you three were sitting on. You couldn’t help but cackle at the odd sound resembling a shriek that Taehyung made when he landed on his side.

“Children,” Jungkook says as he rolled his eyes.

“YOU’RE THE YOUNGEST,” You holler, throwing a chip at him—which he caught in his fucking mouth. “WOAH—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“HAH!” Jungkook chokes on the chip. “I—I’m a GOD!”

“So fucking loud,” You’re the only one who catches Yoongi’s soft complaint when he comes thumping down the stairwell, wearing sweatpants and a plain tee. How he manages to be so delectable so easily, you have no idea.

You jump up off the couch to go greet him, and to tease him about how messy his bedhead is. “Were you sleeping?”

“Naps are my crack,” he says sleepily, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You laugh quietly, teasing him gently while wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug as he pretends to fall asleep again. The hug is perfectly innocent—but you can’t help but long for more. You want him to hold you and look deep into your eyes. You want him to stroke your hair and hold your hand. You want him to whisper words of love and kiss you.

But you’re just friends.

You break away from the hug to avoid it becoming too awkward, and you miss the red color of Yoongi’s flushed cheeks, and the way his eyes keep darting back to yours.

“Yoongi, come here,” Jimin calls, “Look at my sketch?”

“Yep.” Yoongi answers, flashing you a smile as he crossed over to look down at Jimin’s work.

You watch him intently as he talks to the blond, as he points out critiques and gives thoughts on Jimin’s beautiful artwork. You adore the look in Yoongi’s eyes whenever it comes to art. He lights up like a strand of Christmas lights whenever the two of you discuss anything artistic. It was obvious he loved what he did. It reminded you of your passion for the arts, particularly creative writing.

“Wow.”

You nearly jump out of your skin when you hear Jin’s voice beside you. “Jesus! You scared me,” You breath, hand over your chest.

“Sorry,” he apologizes lightheartedly. “But really, wow.”

“What?” You blink.

“How can the two of you be so physically affectionate towards each other and not be dating?”

You blank, heart suddenly pounding a million miles per hour. You laugh awkwardly at him, “Jin, don’t be silly. We’re not dating—we’re just friends.”

He snorts. “I don’t believe it for a second. Here,” he says, now switching the topic, “I got you a coffee.”

“Thanks, Jin. I should get going now though,” You say as you accept the coffee. “Bye guys!”

A chorus of goodbyes yell back to you. “Bring Jiyeon next time!” Jimin adds.

“Will do!” You smile, waving to them. You catch Yoongi’s eye before you leave, and he gives you a small smile. You feel fuzzy at the sight of his small, personal expression. You mouth a private goodbye to him, before turning to leave.

-

It’s cold outside, you realize, when you step out of diner. Usually, you’d be home with Jiyeon, cuddling under a blanket and watching whatever show she’s currently obsessed with. But your bitch of a boss made you work a double shift.

“You’re where?” You ask Jiyeon over the phone, as you start your usual route home. You can’t help but feel a little spooked by the darkness of the night.

“I’m on a date with Jimin!” She squeals, sounding like a teenager.

“W-what? What happened to Chanyeol?”

“Oh. Turns out he was gay for some guy named Bacon or something. He moaned his name when we were fucking.”

“And you only just told me now?!” You demanded, completely shocked. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t noticed Jiyeon and Jimin getting closer whenever she would come to the parlor with you. What you hadn’t expected was Chanyeol to be gay and her and Jimin to start dating so quickly.

“You’ve been so busy with Yoongi, after all,” She says back. “Practically fucking each other.”

“What!? Jiyeon!”

“What? Don’t deny it, Y/N!” She practically shouts. “You’re, like, eye-fucking each other all the time! The whole ‘I-would-die-for-you’ looks and all that.”

You balk. You don’t know what to say. You can hear Jiyeon laugh on the other side of the line. “Oh, sweetie,” she cooes, “You didn’t even realize your own feelings, did you?”

“…Do we really look at each other like that?”

She howls with laughter, and you’re left shouting at her to shut up, your cheeks on fire.

“Oh, Y/N, I love you so much,” She says, still laughing, “Have fun now. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.”

“Fuck you, Jiyeon. See you tomorrow morn—wait, morning?! Are you going to sleep—“

“—Bye Y/N.”

And with that she hangs up the phone, leaving you to yourself. You grumble absentmindedly as you slip your phone into your back pocket. As you walk along the sidewalk, you can’t but overthink what Jiyeon had said to you.

She’s right.

You do like Yoongi. You feel it whenever your heart would flutter whenever you would see him, how it would nearly explode whenever you two would hug, or have intense and amusing discussions with each other. But you don’t know how to go about it. You want more, but you don’t want to ruin what you had going. You two have managed to become so close despite how awkward and weird your initial meeting had been.

“This is so…” You mutter to yourself, shivering as you walked. Already, you’re stressing out about the potential relationship with Yoongi. You really want it, but you didn’t know how the hell to go about it. “Ah, fuck me…”

“I didn’t peg you for the casual type,”

You startle at the sound of Yoongi’s silky voice, nearly falling over. Next to you, from where he’s leaned against a storefront, he laughs at your reaction. You scowl at him as he extends a hand to help steady you.

“Jerk,” you snap playfully, rejecting his hand.

“C’mon, Y/N,” Yoongi says, chuckling under his breath, “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Jesus, Yoongi,” You sigh, steadying yourself after finally accepting his help. “What are you even doing out here? ”

It’s one hell of a coincidence. You had just been grilling yourself over your feelings for him, and now here he is, with a sexy smirk and fluffy-looking hair. You try to ignore how hot your cheeks feel, and how much your heart’s racing.

“You didn’t visit, and you always come on Fridays,” he confesses, “And I got worried about you. So I thought I’d walk to the diner, see what’s up.”

“Oh, you didn’t have to do that,” You smile, “Bitch boy made me work another shift. Apparently I’m not working hard enough as it is.”

“Damn, waitressing sucks ass, doesn’t it? Was that what you were complaining about?”

You quirk an eyebrow. “Complaining? When?”

“When you said, ‘Ah, fuck me,’ that?”

“Oh!” You squeak, feeling your cheeks get even warmer. “Yeah, no, that was… something else,”

“Oh,” he says dumbly, your reaction confusing him. “Okay, then, can I walk you home?”

You hate how your much heart leaps in excitement. “Sure!”

The two of you fall into step next to each other easily. As you walk, you take the opportunity to complain about and bash your boss. Your boss really is an asshole. Not only did he overwork you and your other coworkers, he’s terribly sexist. He constantly comments on your feminine attributes, and mocks you whenever you’re in a bad mood, blaming it on either your menstrual cycle or your “delicate, womanly feelings.”

“I’ll fuck him up, if you want,” Yoongi says with a scowl, “The boys would help. He sounds like a pig.”

“He is!” You say. “Good men are so hard to find.”

“You say that like I don’t exist,” Yoongi says. Stupidly, your heart explodes. You know it was a casual remark, just a simple joke, but you can’t help but overthink the hidden connotations behind it.

“Y-Yeah, what a c-catch you are,” You say, praying your stutter isn’t painfully obvious.

“You good?” Of course it was noticeable.

“Just something in my throat,” You make up a lame excuse, and thankfully he seems to believe it. The two of you continue the walk home in casual, easier conversation.

When you finally reach your apartment building, you find yourself feeling sad. You want to keep spending time with the hot pocket, so you build up as much courage as you can muster.

“Feel like coming in for a drink?”

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at you. For a split-second, you think he’ll mock you for the offer, but the next second, a painfully sexy smirk is spreading across his face. “A drink?”

“You don’t have a shift tomorrow, right?” You say, “I don’t either. And we’ve never hung out at my place before.”

“Then I’ll take you up on that offer,” He says. You want to squeal with excitement as you quickly lead him to your apartment.

-

You laugh loudly, nearly snorting, as Yoongi enthusiastically describes a story to you.

“You can’t be serious!” You say, giggling as you sip your glass of beer. “That didn’t happen.”

“It sure did,” Yoongi protests, “I was a dumb kid with no sense. And when I saw those glasses, I had to have them.”

“Oh my god,” you say, words slurring just a bit, “You’re a legend.”

“A myth.”

“A miracle.”

“A god.”

“Mm, I like that one,” He hums stupidly, taking another swig of his beer. “This is some good yeast.”

“Isn’t it, I found it—wait, yeast?” You say drunkenly.

“Yeast.”

“No, beer.”

“Yes.”

“Yoongi, what the fuck?”

“Alcohol is yeast, right?”

The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before both of you burst into laughter. You lean towards him, playfully slapping him as you howled with laughter. You looked up into his eyes, taking in his gummy smile and happy expression. You found you were entranced by him. It could’ve been your drunken stupor, but in that moment, you thought you had fallen in love with him. Even after he stopped cackling, and was simply gazing back into your eyes, you were hypnotized. He was beautiful.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours.

His lips are soft as he kisses you, tender and careful. Cautious and gentle, almost afraid you’ll reject him. You respond slowly, gently cupping his cheek as your lips danced with his. You feel breathless as Yoongi slowly deepens the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth. You sigh into the kiss, fervently returning his growing passion.

“Y/N,” he breaks the kiss to breathe against your swollen lips. You whimper, pressing yourself closer to him, desperate for another taste. He chuckled as his hands slowly crept up your shirt, tracing shapes into your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

“Yoongi,” you whisper, pressing your lips against his. He responds eagerly, his hand drifting higher and higher. You slowly knotted your hand into his hair, pulling at the soft strands. You bit his lower lip teasingly, and he responded by gently digging his nails into your sides, rumbling. God, everything about him was sexy.

You let out a squeak, breaking the kiss when the beer you’d been holding slipping out of your hand, spilling across his lap. Yoongi blinks, sobering up a bit as he looked down at the wetness covering his lap.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you say, blinking your eyes as you knelt in front of him. You leaned over his lap, weakly wiping at the mess with your sleeve. Only when your hand brushes over a specific spot, do you realize what you were doing.

“Y/N,”

You look up into his dark gaze. You feel heat rush to your core. He chuckled, a deep, husky sound, that sent a shiver down your spine. “Y-Yoongi…”

Before you know what was happening, he was kissing you again. You desperately unbutton his shirt as he pulls yours over your head. You moan at the feeling of his fiery lips across your chest, mumbling dirty words in your delirium. Your hand rests upon the growing bulge in his jeans.

You sigh dreamily, giggling at the sheer size of the bulge, “Excited?”

He presses a kiss against your neck, sitting back to watch you rub him through his jeans. His eyes are dark, hooded with desire. “Only if you want to,”

You practically purred, kissing him deeply before making your way down his neck, sucking and biting at his skin. He moan quietly as you left marks on his collar bone, on his bare chest, his abdomen, just above his belly button.

You kiss his jeans, fumbling with the button. You rest your cheek on his thigh for a split-second, relishing the warmth and sturdiness of it. He leans back, watching you as sighed in delight as you fumble with the button.

You feel your eyelids get heavy. You nuzzle against his warm thigh, using it as a pillow. And in your drunken stupor, you feel your attention waning.

And then you fell asleep.

-

You wake with a start the next morning. Instantly, your hangover smacks you across the face as a terrible headache sets in. Massaging your temples, you slowly sit up. But you’re not in your bed…? You’re on your couch, with a throw pillow under your head and Jiyeon’s throw blanket thrown over you. A few empty beer bottles stand abandoned on the coffee table just next to the couch.

“What… the fuck…?” You mutter to yourself, slowly standing up.

“Oh! You finally up?” Jiyeon’s voice yells from the kitchen. “C’mere, I made omelets.”

That’s odd. Jiyeon never cooked. Nonetheless, an omelet sounded really good right now. After adjusting your rumpled clothes, you shuffled into the kitchen. Jiyeon stood at the stove, finishing off the omelets and Jimin sat at the counter—wait, Jimin?

“What’re you doing here?” You ask Jimin, setting yourself down next to him.

“Jiyeon and I came here earlier this morning with coffee for you—which is over there by the way—but we, uh…”

“What?”

“Nothing, it’s fine,” Jiyeon interjects, placing a plated omelet in front of you, “I’ll tell you later.”

“Well, I’ll take that as my cue to leave then,” said Jimin, as he stood, “Jiyeon, I’ll call you, and I’ll see you later, Y/N.”

“O-oh, okay,” You say, “You don’t have to go—“

“Y/N, it’s fine, I got to talk to you about something anyway,” Jiyeon interrupted.

“Are you both sure?” You fret.

Jimin smiles. “Positive. See you two later!”

“Bye Jimin,” Jiyeon practically sings, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek as he pulled on his jacket. Jimin smiles at her, gives you a wave, and is out the door within the next minute.

As soon as he’s gone, you turn back around and set to work on the omelet Jiyeon made you. After the first bite, you realize why Jiyeon doesn’t cook often—but nonetheless, the omelet does taste good and it is helping your headache.

“So.”

You look up at Jiyeon, who’s standing at the opposite side of the counter. “What.”

“You got drunk last night,” Jiyeon says, ���Still in your work clothes.”

“Yeah, I guess I did.”

Jiyeon gives you an incredulous look. “You don’t remember anything?”

“What should I be remember—oh, holy fucking shit.”

Jiyeon, being Jiyeon, laughs uproariously. “You remember, yeah?”

You remembered everything. Meeting Yoongi on your way home from work, him walking you home, and then you inviting him in for a goddamn drink. And then the two of you drank so much beer, you both got drunk. And in your drunken stupor, you two had made out so aggressively, you could still feel his teeth nipping at your lips. You undoubtedly had a few hickies dotting your neck and collarbones.

And last, but certainly not least, you fucking falling asleep on his lap right before you were going to suck his fucking dick.

What in the actual literal holy fuck.

“You okay?” Jiyeon’s question brings you back to Earth.

“NO!” You blurt, panicking, “Jiyeon, w-what—we were this close to having SEX! O-oh—oh my god, what do I do? What the Hell do I do?”

“Woah, calm down,” Jiyeon says, coming around the counter to rest her hands on your shoulders, “It’s okay, I promise.”

“Wait, do you know what happened? That Yoongi and I—that we almost—“

“You’re going to give yourself a heart attack, Y/N, calm down!” Jiyeon says, finally managing to quiet you down. “I’ll explain, okay?”

You nod, shoving another bite of omelet into your mouth.

“Okay. I told you I was out last night, right, I was out with Jimin. The date went stunning by the way, but that’s besides the point. What happened was I came home this morning, and you and Yoongi were both knocked out on the floor,” She explains, “cuddling each other. And I… I might’ve shrieked in surprise, which startled Yoongi so much he fucking launched himself into the air. Anyways, he was a little hungover, but he still lifted you onto the couch and made sure you were all comfortable before leaving. He also managed to avoid explaining whatever happened last night himself, but you seem to remember that just fine.”

Oh god. You let out a loud groan, and hid your face in your hands. “Oh god.”

“I’m guessing you didn’t really fuck,” Jiyeon says, “Cause you’re still wearing your clothes. Damn, those hickies though.”

“Fuck, really?!” You cry, your hand flying to cover your chest.

“Yoongi can work, damn!”

“Jiyeon,” you whine miserably, “Help me!”

“What do you want me to do, sister? You’re the one who got drunk and fucking attacked the man.”

“No, but—like, what the Hell do I do from here?” You wailed, smacking your head onto the counter.

“I don’t know, talk to him—“

“I CAN’T DO THAT!” You interrupted, wallowing in your own embarrassment.

“Y/N, I don’t know what to tell you—“

“Do I text him? Did he text me? Oh, holy shit, this is horrible. Our friendship is ruined. Now we can’t hang out around the boys because it’s just—“

“Y/N!” Jiyeon all but screams, effectively silencing you.

“Yes?” You squeak.

“You’re fine,” She grunts, “Trust me. He likes you too.”

Doubt creeps into you. “How do you know?”

She rolls her eyes. “Because no guy would’ve acted the way he did if he didn’t like you. Trust me, Hot Pocket’s just as crazy about you as you are about him.”

“Then what should I do?” You ask, twisting your hands together.

Jiyeon plants her hand on your head, playfully mussing up your already frazzled hair. “Just talk to him, Y/N.”

-

After talking to Jiyeon, you felt much better. You felt even more better after a shower and a short nap. It was late that night—just after dinner time—when you pulled on your jacket and shoes and set out for the tattoo parlor.

You stand across the street from the parlor, your anxiety eating away at you. If what Jiyeon had told you was the truth, you’d be fine—but there’s no way for you to know for sure. That is, unless you ask Yoongi. And that’s exactly why you’re goddamn here. Now it is only a matter of working up the confidence.

“I’m a badass bitch,” You whisper to yourself, just as you had that night all those days ago.

Steeling yourself, you cross the street and make your way to the tattoo parlor. Before you can overthink it and sprint back home, you pull open the door. The parlor is virtually empty, which made sense at this hour. The only person in the room is Jin, who sat behind the desk, scribbling something down. He’s wearing comfortable clothing, and has his glasses on. When the bell jingles, announcing your arrival, he glances up to meet your eyes.

“Oh, hey Y/N,” he says calmly, sitting back from his work.

“Hey.” You walk up to the desk. “How are you?”

“I’m good,” he supplies, “Just working on some stuff. What brings you here?” The way he said it gave you the impression that he knew every single minute detail of last night’s debacle.

“Is Yoongi around?” You ask, feeling sheepish. You tried to shake it off—Jin was your friend, you could trust him.

“Yeah, he’s upstairs in his room,” Jin answers. “Want me to get him?”

“Would you?”

“Of course,” Jin says, his smile knowing. As your heart begins to race, Jin collected his papers and went up the stairs. It was silent for just a moment before you heard familiar footsteps thumping down the stairs. You looked up, and there was Yoongi in all his tired glory.

He’d showered since last night, and wore a simple pair of sweatpants and a shirt for a band you didn’t quite know. He gave you a small smile when you gave him an awkward wave.

“Hey,” you greeted quietly, once he stood directly across from you, “How are you?”

“I’m good,” Yoongi nodded, “Still a little hungover, but feeling fine… You?”

“I’m okay. Jiyeon made me food, and that helped.”

“Oh, how is she? I heard she and Jimin are getting along.”

“Yeah,” you laugh, happy for your friend, “Their date went really well.” You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered at speaking about the subject of dates and romance with him.

“That’s great. I’m glad they’re together.”

“Me too.”

Now you didn’t know what else to say, especially since he had only nodded and smiled in response. A silence enveloped the two of you, allowing the tension and awkwardness to fester in the air. After almost a minute, you couldn’t help but explode.

“Look, about the other night, I’m really sorry, it was really—“

He glanced at you. “Why are you apologizing?” His voice was so soft.

“—sudden, and I shouldn’t have overstepped like that—“

“Y/N,” he gently interrupts a second time, “Why are you apologizing?”

You look up into his warm eyes. You want nothing more than to wrap your arms around him and melt into his embrace.

“Because I think I messed up,”

He nods, still as sweet as ever. “Do you... regret what happened between us...?”

“No, no, just—just how it happened, since I—,” You break off, too scared to say the next words.

“If I overstepped, I’m really sorry… being drunk is not an excuse—“

“No, it’s just that I like you a lot and it happening that way is less than ideal!” You blurt out, cheeks aflame. “Ah fuck, I’m sorry, you probably—It’s fine, I’ll just go, I’m sorry about all of this—“

Before you can even blink, he’s pulled you into his arms and silenced you with a kiss. Immediately, you respond to the kiss, melting into his arms and letting your hands run through his hair. The kiss is slow, passionate—conveying everything inside of him. You wanted to kiss him forever.

The kiss breaks all too soon for your liking, and your left staring up into his eyes, rosy cheeked and swollen lipped.

“That was nice,” You murmur awkwardly.

“Was it?” He says, arching a brow.

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

Yoongi smiles at you, gently cupping your left cheek in his hand. “I like you too, idiot. A lot.” He blushed. “I have for a long time.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” he admits, moving his hand to your waist. He avoids your gaze—embarrassed—and you almost scream from how adorable it is and how happy you are. “I think I started liking you the second I saw you screaming about your stilettos.”

“Jiyeon’s stilettos,” you correct playfully, “There’s a reason I could hardly walk in them.”

He snorts. “Of course she owns shoes like those.”

“And I wasn’t screaming that night! Just loudly… protesting,” You joke, wrapping your arms around his neck, “Imagine if you had never lent me your jacket, Hot Pocket—“

“Hot Pocket?”

You snort. “Oh! Yeah, yeah, forget about that—“

“No, tell me,” Yoongi pressed with an amused smile, “You have to tell me, Y/N.”

“I don’t have to do anything!” You protest playfully.

“Except go on a date with me?”

“You—Wait, woah. Yoongi, that was pretty smooth.”

He gave you a dramatic flourish of a bow. “Thank you. I practice.”

“I can tell,” You tease, “And yes. I will go on a date with you.”

“Well you didn’t have a choice either way.”

“You’re so dumb,” You laugh, terribly happy.

Yoongi gives you a goofy smile before pulling you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you. You lean into him, taking deep breaths of his comforting smell.

“I guess you’ll be coming by the parlor much more often now, huh?”

“Guess so,” You agree. “Maybe I’ll even get a tattoo.”

“I’ll be the one to do it, of course,”

“I want a tattoo of Jin’s face on my ass.”

“Sounds like a plan—wait, Jin? That gremlin?” He cries out dramatically. You let out a loud laugh, and soon he’s laughing with you. During your laughter, you press your forehead against his. You gaze deeply into his eyes, and feel happier than you’ve felt in a long, long time.

You kiss gently, and you feel a future and forever in his lips.

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let me know if you guys want more!! thanks so much for giving it a read, and I hope you enjoyed it! (also feel free to let me know about any glaring grammar/spelling mistakes thank u I love u)

EA

[rumorsheard]

hey i’m b / bailey and i’m a piece of trash. once again, here is allison’s pinterest board. so we all know allison from season one, and honestly for the most part she’s the same in this new timeline... but a rundown of it will be below the cut.

IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER before i start. for my own personal sanity......i am ignoring any and all of the allison/luther romantic shit bc i literally cannot deal w it. They. Are. Siblings!!!! thanks for comin to my ted talk. anyw, on with this mess of an intro.

she, with the others, helped vanya with her powers... meaning daddy dearest didn’t manipulate allison use her power to make vanya think she was ordinary. or more like, this time allison refused to do it.

she learned from a younger age that she can’t just use her power to get what she wanted, though there might’ve been a small rumor here or there... nothing drastic though, because whew sis is not ab to repeat everything she fucked up originally!

allison is still pretty damn vain however. def the girl who spent hours doing her hair... only to spend even longer on which outfit and what makeup to wear. and then changing her mind like half way through for something else, because she didn’t like it... oop.

no one can change my mind since they were teens in the early 2000s, she was STILL That Bitch. you know exactly what i mean.

you also know she used to paint anyone’s nails who would want it done or did their hair, though. who cares what anyone else thought ://// it was PRETTY!!

allison’s still, uh, kinda fuckin stupid at giving advice/etc though.... she tries okay she REALLY DOES!!! she wants to be a better sister!!! puttin in that effort but damn sometimes she loses the plot a little and it’s like, girl what are you talking about? are you making this advice session about you somehow? how typical..........mjensjsjjd no but seriously, old habits die hard y’all.

she still became an actress; again she didn’t use her powers for anything like :// boy did she WANT to, yeah i’m sure, but... i mean... it probably felt so much more rewarding to earn it on her own??

!!! a big change i’m implementing would be the whole patrick/claire situation. with her not using her powers like that, knowing exactly what happened the first time, i HIGHLY DOUBT she would repeat it lmao. but, just because they didn’t divorce over that, doesn’t mean they would have stayed together.

meaning yes, she and patrick still got married and had claire, but this time around they divorced simply due to personal differences. not every marriage lasts a lifetime. however at least now, she has joint-custody and they have a civil schedule of who gets claire when planned out.

except now that reginald died before he should’ve, and the apocalypse is still most definitely on, allison is a little too busy to keep juggling saving the world and managing her daughter...which sounds absolutely awful, but christ what can you do.

ESPECIALLY with finding the other gifted children alongside her siblings!! do you know how much effort this is? A LOT. she’s thankful they had a place to start or whew she would have grey hair by now ( no she wouldn’t, she would’ve just dyed her hair back, whomst am i kidding.....) from any added Stress.

alright....... this is barely anything at all ik but it’s something,,, idk i’m excited and also really nervous to write allison, i hope i do her some justice??? i’m not that used to actually rping canons DJHDSHNFB

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Full Speed Ahead

genre: fluff, angst

member: jimin

words: 2779

Wild animals can have bigger hearts than humans.

I had a lot of fun creating this and I would love to do more requests hehe :)

Again, thank you for requesting and I hope you enjoy it! ( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡

What began as a minor quarrel at dinner escalated into a monstrous fit of yelling, insulting, and slamming doors within minutes. You were enjoying a romantic steak dinner with your boyfriend when you brought up “the topic” for the millionth time this week.

“Jimin, it's not that I think you don't love me anymore. It's just that you leave before I even wake up and come home an hour before I fall asleep. I literally have you for just an hour a day. I'm your girlfriend, aren't I? Don't I deserve a little more of Park Jimin than your stupid band?”

Being needy was one thing, but bashing his best friends was something Jimin could not and would not tolerate. Ever.

Jimin abruptly stood up from his chair, not bothering to push it back in. He glared at you with stone cold eyes as he stormed closer to you.

“Call them stupid one more time.” His voice sliced through the air.

You knew you were getting into dangerous territory, but to be honest, you were tired of his bullshit and stubborn enough to not consider what you were getting yourself into. 

“If you think seven boys singing a bunch of lousy songs for eleven year old girls is more important than spending quality time with your girlfriend, then yes. Your band is very stupid.” You crossed your arms in defense to conclude your first move.

Fury flashed across his already flaming expression. He menacingly hovered above you and stuck a finger in your face, just inches from your widened eyes. Maybe you were going overboard.

“You don't think I try to come home sooner? You don't think I work my ass off in that practice room so I have more time to be with you? You don't think the company hates me for lying about sick days? You don't think the fans despise me because of you? I go through a lot of shit for you, Y/N. And if you’re stupid enough to not realize that and be thankful, then you can leave. I've only been good to you. What have I gotten in return? Nothing.”

You pressed a hand against his chest and pushed him away. He was exaggerating things just so he could be right. He was trying to put all the blame on you and it was time to defend yourself. You smacked his finger out of your face. Jimin looked as if steam was spewing out of his ears.

You narrowed your eyes and snarled, “Are you fucking blind? I iron your clothes, wash the dishes, clean the house, do the laundry, buy the groceries, make breakfast, lunch, and dinner, take out the trash, wash the windows, vacuum the floors, and I even bring you homemade lunch every day! I call your parents when you’re disgusting enough to not want to talk to them. You haven’t seen them in two years and your mother cries every time she calls because she misses you. She asks me how you’ve been but I can never tell her the truth. I don’t even know myself and I fucking live with you! I guess I’m the servant of the house based on how you’re treating me. Definitely not your girlfriend that shares a life with you. Next time, I’ll tell your mom that you’re doing just fine. Neglecting your family, spending all of our money, wrecking the house, staying up late doing who knows what. Yeah, she’ll definitely appreciate that from the son she worries so much about.” You were breathing hard and Jimin’s chest was heaving from bottled up anger. He was smoldering and you didn’t want to hear any more of his bullshit excuses. You walked straight past him and locked the bedroom door behind you, making sure to slam it hard enough to make the chandelier tremble. You stood with your back against the door. Rubbing your eyes with the palm of your hands, you knew you had taken it too far. 

Jimin’s hasty footsteps thrashed towards the bedroom. The door shook as he pounded a fist against it.

Clearing his throat he snarled, “You've always been a slutty, needy bitch. I can't even remember the last time I enjoyed having sex with you. Hell, I despise kissing you. You talk about Jungkook way too much to “just be friends.” I've seen how you look at him. I've seen how your eyes glide across his muscles. I’ve seen how you shamelessly bite your lip when he talks to you. You never look at me that way anymore...And you're telling me you miss me? I'm such a dumbass for ever believing in your bullshit. You never loved me and I wasted so much time and money on you. I deserve better than scum. Get the fuck out of my life. I can't even breathe right knowing I'm in the same building as you. Go fuck yourself.”

And with that, he grabbed his coat and left the apartment, shutting the door with enough force to make the entire apartment quake. You jolted as a picture of Jimin and you fell and shattered on the ground. That was the first Christmas present you had ever given him. Your back slid down the door until your butt plopped on the floor. The tears you had been holding back for the past few weeks had finally defeated you. You sobbed loudly into your hands, wailing apologies and yelling at yourself for being so selfish and vile. You felt enraged and hurt. This was really it. Jimin had left for good this time. His piercing words lingered and made your head throb. He was right. He didn’t deserve you. He deserved someone who understood his busy schedule and accepted him for who he was. You felt sick to your stomach and ran to the toilet to retch in the bowl. You winced when you saw your complexion in the mirror. Your makeup was smeared all over the place, your hair was a tangled wreck, and your eyes were red from bawling tremendously. You had to avert your gaze from the mirror, too disgusted in yourself. 

It was time to move on.

You didn’t want to be this person any longer. You didn’t want to be the girl always waiting for someone else. You wanted to be with someone who wanted you, who needed you. You wanted to share love with someone so strong that nothing could wear it down. Park Jimin wasn’t that someone.

You packed a hefty duffel bag with various clothes and possessions. This time, you didn’t bother to wash the dishes or clean up the broken glass from the picture frame. The last thing you did before you left the apartment was write Mrs. Park’s phone number on a piece of paper that you stuck to the fridge. Jimin never bothered to save his own mother’s contact in his phone.

As you waited for a cab to pick you up, you took several long, deep breaths. You had no idea what the hell you were doing. You didn’t have any family in the city and most of your friends were also friends of Jimin’s. You didn’t want anything to do with him right now so you were on your own. You checked the time on your phone. It was getting pretty late and the city wasn’t getting any warmer. You rubbed your hands together as you saw two beams of a car’s headlights scythe through the air. Your cab arrived.

“Hello there. Do you need any help with your bags?” the driver said as he turned his head to face you.

“No, no. I’m fine, thank you.” You placed your duffel bag next to you and let your hands rest in your lap.

The cab driver sensed your weary tension and smiled kindly. “Alrighty then. Where to this late at night?” 

You hadn’t thought this far yet. Looking through the window at the moon, you concluded that you would figure everything out in the morning. “Just get me away from here. I don’t care,” you murmured and rested your head against the window.

The man sighed and started the engine. He seemed nice enough. You hoped he wouldn’t ask anymore questions about you.

The ride commenced with ease. You closed your eyes and set your mind free. You ignored the pestering responsible portion of your brain that refused to stop blaring at you to go back. You fell asleep, careless of everything, ignorant of the world around you, and oblivious to Park Jimin.

Within an hour, Jimin was back at your shared apartment. He originally had planned to see his friends, go out for drinks, and not worry about the next step. But when he pulled into their dorm’s driveway, he realized that he had taken your car keys on accident. His fingers fondled with the pink Apeach character keychain he gave you for Christmas three years ago. Jimin was pretty terrible at giving sentimental gifts, but you loved his first Christmas present all the same.

What the hell am I doing? She must be devastated. I shouldn’t have left. I shouldn’t have said those things. What is wrong with me? 

Jimin bolted home and scurried up the stairs to the third floor of the apartment complex. He was already crying imagining how hurt you must have been. He felt so shitty for everything he had said, everything he had done. Unlocking the door and bursting in, Jimin said, “Y/N, I’m so so so sorry for everything. I didn’t mean any of it...Y/N? Where are you? Y/N??” 

His hands were shaking as he turned the knob to your bedroom. You weren’t there and all of your clothes were missing. Not wanting to believe what was happening, Jimin tore through every room, every closet, searched behind every door, ran down the hallways asking the neighbors if they saw you, and called all of his friends begging to tell him where you were. He trudged back to his apartment empty-handed and crying. He lost you. You were gone and you were never coming back. Jimin messily ran his fingers through his hair and screamed your name at the top of his lungs with no response. He stomped his feet and dug his nails into his arms in frustration. Why did he do it? Why did he spit out such horrid lies at you? Why was he such a ravaging beast? You were right. Jimin didn’t care about anyone. He wasn’t considerate of his actions and he didn’t have the heart to tell his mom he was dying on the inside because he had so much love to give you but with so little time each day. He didn’t know how to tell you that he was tired. Tired of having to put on a smile everyday to please his fans. Tired of leaving when it’s still dark out and coming home just to kiss you goodnight. He hated putting you in this situation. You deserved so much more than what he could offer. And now, he couldn’t give you anything.

Jimin collected himself enough to sit down and text you. He couldn’t pour out his heart through texts but he tried anyway. He left you hundreds of texts and voice messages confessing things that he was too shy to say aloud. You didn’t respond. His heart broke at the realization that he was nothing to you anymore.

You woke up to the screeching of tires and your head almost hitting the car seat in front of you. You yelped in shock as you saw what made the cab stop so abruptly. Two deer, a male and a female, jumped, just feet away from the vehicle. You watched in awe as the male deer licked his mate’s ear as she searched him for wounds. Seconds later, they scurried off the road and into the darkness. Ironically, it was the most humane behavior you had witnessed today. They looked out for each other. The animals blindly ran into the road, unknowing and naive, and mercilessly faced death. But it didn’t matter because they did it together. They shared a bond so intimate that they were willing to risk it all for their love. They suffered together and cleaned each other’s wounds. And in the end, they ran off, untouched, and even more in love.

You checked your phone.

479 texts and 24 missed calls from Park Jimin

He loved you, and you loved him.

“Stop the car!” you hissed, hot tears forming around your eyes.

The driver swiftly hit the brakes and turned to face you. He was grinning, as if he knew what you were about to request.

“I’m sorry, but can you take me back to where you picked me up? I don’t know where we are and I wanna go home. I love him and miss him and wanna kiss and hug him. I wanna  be in his arms and cuddle up until we fall asleep, his hand around my waist and my hand stroking his hair. I wanna see him again and tell him how much I regret saying all those things and leaving him. I wanna forget about all this and start over. I wanna tell him everything’s okay and that his mom loves him. I wanna be with him forever and the thought of him being alone, thinking that no one wants him will kill me unless I see him again. Take me home.”

The poor driver blinked with wide eyes. In his twenty-three years of working as a taxi driver, he had never seen a girl empty her heart teeming with that much love before. He spun the car around and raced home, full speed ahead.

You thanked the driver and handed him whatever cash you had on you. You bustled out of the car and practically threw yourself into the apartment complex. If you didn’t get to him soon, your heart was going to burst.

You fumbled with the keys in your sweaty hands. They slipped and you reached down to get them. As you crouched down, you heard crying from the other side of the door. Hand on the doorknob, you took a deep breath. What did you do in your past life to deserve Jimin? You started the fight that made him decompose.

You heard his faint, quivering whispers from inside. “Why, God...I’m begging you. Y/N. Please come back. I can’t live without you. I can’t...”

You found yourself inside the living room, walking as fast as you could, beelining towards him. His face was in his hands and his shoulders were shaking. His toes were curled and his disheveled hair stuck out in all directions. He looked up at the sound of the creaking floorboards. Jimin’s face was red and blotchy. You shrunk at the sight of his condition.

Unsure if you were really standing in front of him, Jimin hesitated and stood up quickly. He wiped his nose and made desperate eye contact with you. Your eyes watered.

“I’m sorry,” you both uttered at the same time.

You paced towards him and clutched his hands. “Jimin, it was my fault. I had no right to confront you about something I know you can’t do anything about. I was just frustrated and lonely because I barely get to see you anymore. What the hell was I thinking walking out on you like that? You must’ve been worried sick. My heart aches just imagining you sitting here by yourself crying, thinking that you fucked up, even though I’m the one to blame.” You searched deep into his eyes, your look telling him things you couldn’t muster to say.

He squeezed your hands and replied in a raspy voice. “I didn’t do any better by screaming at you like that. The shit I said was cruel and unfair. I didn’t consider how and why you were feeling so alone. I’ll talk to the company and try to change the schedule. I’ve always wanted to see you more. I would drop everything just to be with you. And when you disappeared, I felt like I was going to die. My life lost purpose. Everything around me crumbled because I thought I lost you,” he whimpered as he gathered you into a hug.

“But you didn’t. I’m not gonna let you lose me. Never again.” You snuggled up to him, placing your ear against his chest. You felt his heart thump steadily and your lips curved into a smile. His cologne had worn off and his musky scent swaddled you.

You were glad to be home.

Uhh I was nOT expecting the rebranding yesterday !!! They’re really growing up now :”))))

Tyvm for requesting and reading! Accepting requests/asks! ❤️

[filmery]

Stream of Consciousness

from Iron Man

****WATCH OUT FOR LOTS OF GRAMMATICAL ERRORS****

fav marvel opener- flipping comic book pages -never read any whoops

no one is wearing black- back in black

sexist- driver woman

rdj is =iron man

peace sign kid holds- he dies so thats why tony does peace sign

"older guy cant work camera" clishe

uggggh shaky camera

why was he with the troops/ not in helicopter?

zoom into bomb fast- GREAT fast comedic moment just before sadness

he shud not have been conscious after explosion that close

WTF IS THAT UNDER HIS SHIRT WTF- IFITS ARMOR IT SHULD PROTECT HIM

al quaeda to soon

so hes steve jobs- made a frikin computer in his garage

ewww rbj with no beard- bad cgi :( cant u just shave and get over urself?

yes weapons are the key to peace hahahahahahAHAHAHAHAHAHAHhahaha

rip terrence howard as rhody

"too cool for award" cliche

"bald guy is bad" cliche

"hes always working" uhhh besides a few montages.... no he really just parties

only talks to cute girls....... uggggh

military funding? ha more like military debt ahahahahah 20 trillion is iron mans fault

jarvis is wing man after one night stand???? idve thought hed think tony was cheating lol

"girl wakes up with just guys shirt" cliche

"guy wakes up and leaves before girl wakes up" cliche

cat fight ha+2 points

literal and figurative island haha

so tony aint smart, he just uses jarvis

he obvi doesnt know how t4he faa works

i was gonna get REAL mad if tony didnt buy a painting cuz it was "too expensive" but we good

tonys a dick

yet pepper finds him attractive

ksorry

yaaaas rhody calling him a baby cuz he FING IS

im pretty sure laser shows in airplanes are illegal

"im not drinking them gets drunk" cliche

in my opinion from what ive collected, you cant be feared AND respected. fear takes over and you do things based on fear, not fromrespect - also how will blowing up people help them respect you? unless youre talking about getting respect from those u protect and those u kill cuz thats completely differeent then

"i respectfully disagree" or do you "fearfully disagree"

starts out as all techno talk, then turns into baby talk wtf

that shock wave conviently stopped right after it hit them

montage of painful surgeyr cliche

ewww that pipe in his nose as groooooooss

"dont do that but dontexplain" cliche

the dude cant understand english how did he know that tony refused????

why tf wouldnt u test it ANYWHERE BUT THE MIDDLE EAST?????

why cant they just wait and order the missile

k so this scene is srs and all but WATCHING HIM CARRYING THE CAR BATTERY IS SOOOO FuNNY I CANT

"no he wont" OK NOW U CANT UNDERSTAND U POS

"theyll never find u" cliche

why is his friend here?

how does he know how to build it? tbh he probs just had jarvis do it back home

how does the gov not know hes selling weapons to terrorists? we cant be that corrupt can we?

so hes building his ring thing but they DONT FING NOTICE THATS THERES NO MISSILES AT AlL??????

and they didnt question them the entire time

lemme peek but not go in and investigate

"i have steady hands" and then he crashes his car and LOOK! Doctro strange!

when a speech starts with a history lesson, u know its been rehearsed u poser

honestly... hot coal in mouth- worst way to die fml

props to marvel for not telling how fast theyre moving so i cant bust them for not being able to get it done

why the circle around the chest thing

wouldt one of their rules to be able to see u at all times

ctrl i is italicize hahahaha

why did the lights shut off but no the clearly hookedup laptop?

i enjoy the rock music as background music- not ur stereotypical ( yet awesome) hans zimmer score

yaaaaaas bitches run

gun shootsthen rebounds onto him- pretty sure thats not how physics work

if anyone should die, its tony tbh that whiny bithc

-2 for killing an actual good guy

how does not one of those bullets penetrate his suit?

----not enough use of the word penetreate

k no theyd keep shooting

tony: everythings on fire and im dying

ouchie that giant fall

how does he know hose helis are good?

DONT TOUCH HIS SUNBURNT AND BLISTERING SHOULDERS RHODY EWWWW

+2 for cheeseburger yas

-2 for burger king ew

doesnt sheild deal with aliens not terrorists?

newsreels? hes not THAT old

+10000 for ACCOUNTABILITY AND RESPONSIBILTY WOOOOO

k hes obvi doing the best thing here and now everyone gets pissed for him TRYING TO SAVE PEOPLES LIVES EHY IS THAT BAD?????? HE ALREADY HAS a shit otn of money LET HIM BE

fuck u and ur segway obidiah

the other thing..... dont put ur name on it

jokes on u! it was alqueade

+100 for mad money reference!!!!!

...so pepper didnt know about it so whyd he blame her for .3 seconds?

pepper is useless omg PUT YOUR HANDS IN HIS CHEST

why did he say dont take out the magnet but all of a sudden u dont need it?

i wonder if they actually built robots for tonys btterfingers

rhodeys we need pilots speech was just proven again by the aircraft landing in the hudson

so non military= humanitarian now? and if so why that bad?

honestly surprised that jarvis isnt some hot lady voice

k raza with sunglasses= morpheus

why is the mask the most vital part for raza?

tony crashing into wall is why u should ALWAYS WEAR A HELMET KIDS

obadiah is NOT playing the piano

+2 for not trusting obidiah

daaaamn if thats 1% whats 100% capacity

and he still doesnt wear a helmet

k his eye holes are so small how can he actually see?

run before walking leads to lots of problems later in life tony

at leaast he checked atc

goddammkit u made smol child drop ice cream

beginners luck

rip that baby grand he probs didnt know how to play

+2 for that fire extinguisher

+50 for Pepper being a cutie with that gift

how does tony not have his liscence revoked? hes a shit driver and can hire a chaffeur

STAN LEE BABE

RIP COLESON OMG :'(

so just fire pepper and marry her

pepper is totally right and tony should seperate who actually matter to him

how is a lot of olives 3?

im not my company- THEN TAKE UR NAME OFF HOE

no, modern day hell s walking those 15 miles and watching a car and heli and camera lady who are fine and can get there in 20 minutes

i sincerely hope that these footages were planned and not real

is this the news or a documentary?

just realized he never gave pepper her drink lol

yeah, let the kids watch their dad get shot thats fine omg

after that hit, he looks like a lion

why did he say colonel rhodes form weapons development? that name isnt that common

there was 0 time for radio contact omg

the only thing i could think during this scene was SERPENTINE SERPENTINE SERPENTINE

k now im getting a lil tired of the electric guitar

finally obi has been outted geez

im feeling some west side story WITH snaps

why is raza telling obi what he ALREADY KNOWS CUZ THEYVE BEEN IN CONTACT

how has no one noticed that obi just GOES TO THE MIDDLE EAST LIKE ALL THE TIME

this scene between pepper and tony is THE MOTHER of cliched lines

WHY DIDNT SHE SHUT DOWN THE COMPUTER STUPID WEIRDO

he tried to push his hair back hahahaHAHAHAHAHhaha

not scraps obi.... he had his own stuff

im just imagining obi hidig under toys couch haha

that dick took his shirt!!!

yaas beethoven reference

props to makeup people for his paralysis on point!

sorry but paralysis seems to me like U CANT FING MOVE TONY

i thought the old reactor needed a magnet

OF ALL THE CARS TO STEAL RHODY YOU STEAL THE AUDI

goddman all these chains

JUMP SCARE COMING HAHA I KNEW IT

-2 awful jump scare

yes middle age mom- honk at the GIANT FING ROBOT

nooo not the hydrogen powered bus!

gooood iron freezes before stainless tell

daaamn obi is a real bad shot

and radiation now floods the malibu land area and thosands are illed thanks to tonys reactor

sk glad hes corrected the mediait aint iron

coleson never briefed tham

that was longer than 90 seconds

iron man- STOP TRYING TO BE BATMAN

great ending 10/10

affter credit scene: 10/10 avengers yay

[pineappuu-pineappley]

women question thingy cuz im bored

GENERAL WOMANHOOD: 1. Do you like the color pink? nnnot really? pastel pink is kinda cool i guess 2. Did you play with Barbie dolls as a child? ye 3. How easily do you cry? not very? but more so now than before 4. What food do you eat the most of when you’re sad? i eat whatever tbh i dont sad eat? 5. How often do you experience boob sweat? whenever i sweat zz 6. How moody are you when you are you are on your period? doesnt really matter? idk 7. Have you ever thought you were pregnant because your period was late? binch i dont even get a text back i cant have sex HAHAHA 8. Have you ever been on the pill? no, but like my periods are so fucking bizarre so idk but ??? 9. Would you ever want to have children someday? tbh idk i guess but im still too young to decide lol 10. Have you ever given birth? If not, would you ever want to? no, and idk yet :v 11. How good of a cook do you consider yourself? a little above average because i just throw food in without recipes and stuff but my mother is a wizard 12. What is your favorite thing to cook? egg.. ngl its just crack dat bitch and cook it its easy af HAHA  13. Can you sew? ye i guess but not actual clothes 14. Do you consider yourself a feminist? i think so, but like i’m not “active” and also wtf is wrong with “feminists” that want death to men like seriously you’re also part of the problem yall crazy 15. How do you define “girl power?” power specifically for girls, may it be over their body or themselves?? 16. Have you ever wished you were born a male? a little but only cuz that one time i think i was gay for a friend and it would be much easier to come to terms with it, speaking of which i dont even know my sexuality but i dont really care LOL 17. Breastfeeding or formula? breastfeeding  18. What is your opinion of equal pay? its important!! but then if we’re not looking at gender its unfair if someone who does jackshit gets the same pay as someone working their literal ass off. instead of adjusting based on gender why not adjust it based on work done? if you slack off u get a pay cut if u work hard you get a raise? 19. Are you pro-life or pro-choice? ah shit uh, i think i’m both??? (that makes no sense) like i know i have no right to force someone to do something but at least maybe i’d like to talk to them about it? a life is a life /shrugs/ but ultimately it is not my choice to make if it’s not my situation, all i can do is to maybe let someone understand the morality behind say abortion. HOWEVER!!! i think birth control for period management because of certain conditions is good and this shouldn’t be taken away from people who need it!! I’m just so !!! at women getting refused treatment for a spontaneous abortion or whatever because its an abortion, but the body rejected the foetus all on its own!! she has a right to healthcare!! (i saw this on a documentary on abortion in the ph iirc and like refusing someone treatment because its not moral to “fully abort” a foetus, even though it’s already aborted by the BODY ITSELF and not by other MEANS is literally not caring for the person who needs the HELP?!?!!?? its more immoral to refuse healthcare to her than to give her healthcare to abort the foetus because the body aborted it by itself it is spontaneous sometimes it happens okay?????) 20. Have you ever experienced any sexism? If so, please explain. i dont think so tbh 21. What is one thing about women you think most men don’t know? not everyone wants your dick in their vagina shut the fuck up HAHA 22. Complete this phrase: I’m so glad I’m a woman because______. i’m not burdened by society rules about hugging my friends and make up? i have no idea tbh i’m just eh about everything am i even a woman HAHAHA

LIFE EXPERIENCES: 23. Have you ever been a Girl Scout? no 24. Have you ever been a ballerina? noo 25. Have you ever been a cheerleader? no 26. Were you ever voted as a homecoming or prom queen? can we eat prom? 27. Have you ever hosted a sleepover? yeah i guess but its just because my friends dont wanna walk one block home its great HAHA 28. Do you belong to a sorority? we dont have those things in here 29. Have you ever kept a diary or a journal? i used to keep a diary when i was a kid now i just want a bujo but where s my shit 30. American ladies: did you vote for Hillary Clinton? not american PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: 31. What is the longest your hair has ever been? a v-cut where the longest was at my asscrack 32. Have you ever cut your hair super short? shaved it for hair for hope uvu 33. What hairstyle do you wear the most? either down with a side parting or up/half-up in a hairstick, at home just an ugly ass bun. like my hair is nice but the style is meh 34. Have you ever dyed your hair? no, im afraid of spoiling it 35. What is the heaviest you have ever weighed? now im always heavy lmao  36. How muscular are you? i have some muscle in my calves and the top of my arms but im 90% fat so 37. Are your ears pierced? one on each lobe 38. Do you have any piercings anywhere besides your ears? nah 39. Do you have any tattoos? If so, of what and where? noo 40. How often do you wear lipstick or lipgloss? almost never, if i wear makeup i still forget about it LOL 41. How often do you paint your nails? rarely 42. Have you ever worn any fake eyelashes or fake nails? yes at both but fake nails dont survive  43. How often do you shave/wax your legs? i never did  44. How white are your teeth? eh not very but its not stained v badly i guess 45. What do you think is your best physical feature? my softness? 46. What do you think is your worst physical feature? fats HAHA 47. Do you have a “look” (i.e. a mad/annoyed/upset stare)? blur face 48. How good are you at communicating through facial expressions? i dont i just make potato faces FASHION STYLE: 49. What is your favorite fashion brand? prolly iora or lalu or something i think they have korean-ish/school-girl ish aesthetic  50. Do you wear skirts and dresses at all? If so, how often? ye, not v often because school is anal about it :) 51. What is your dress size? dunno but i think im like a L-XL depending on cut? 52. Do you wear any high heels or stilettos at all? If so, how often? no, dont own any 53. Have you ever worn high heels casually? no? not really nah 54. How often do you wear a bra? only in public or when non-family members are in the house 55. Does it matter if your bra and panties match or not? i alternate between only 2 bras i dont care 56. Which are you more likely to go without: a bra or panties? i forgot to wear a bra like 3 times in my life two of which i already had noticecable boobs 57. How much of your underwear is white? i have a few now? 58. Have you ever worn a skirt or a dress without any panties underneath? yo wtf dont get ur vag juices everywhere omg also everything is dirty dont do that 59. What is the shortest length of skirts and dresses you are comfortable wearing? if i fold the butt part to wrap my butt and it manages to cover my entire butt i guess but only if i have safety shorts 60. How expensive was your prom dress? shit idr 61. What clothing item do you own the most of (if shirts, be specific to what kind)? t-shirts (but not anymore-) 62. How much jewelry do you typically wear? a pair of earrings, used to have a necklace but i havent got a new chain yet 63. How much makeup do you typically wear? either full face or none, twice before concealer + eyeliner thats it 64. Do you like eyeshadow? THAT SHITE BOMB 65. Do you carry a purse? i prefer a bigger bag because i bring way too much shit 66. What is your preferred way to carry a purse: In your hand, on your elbow, or on your elbow? slung on my shoulder 67. How big is your closet? not very 68. Have you ever looked through your closet an thought “I have nothing to wear”? YES WTF BC I LOOK LIKE A HOBO (also i literally keep running out of shirts nowadays) 69. Have you ever worn the same outfit more than once? ya what do u think i am a diva? HAHA 70. One-piece swimsuits or bikinis? t-shirt and shorts 71. Have you ever worn a mismatched bikini? i never put my body into a bikini 72. Do you like tube and halter tops fat arms man :v 73. Do you like crop tops? they look aesthetic af but just not on me HAHAHAH 74. Are you comfortable showing off a little cleavage? ye i guess WEDDING CRAZE: 75. Have you ever been a bridesmaid? no but i’ve been flower girl multiple times 76. Would you ever want to get married? i guess 77. For how long have you thought about your wedding? i dont even have a crush rn so i never even thought of it 78. How much of your wedding do you already have planned out? -100% 79. Indoor or outdoor wedding? church wedding preferable in an airconditioned one imean- HAHAHA 80. Would you want to have a lot of bridesmaids or just a couple? i dont have a lot of friends DATING & RELATIONSHIPS: 81. What is your current relationship status? single as a pringle never gonna mingle 82. Do you consider yourself a hopeless romantic? no 83. Are you a virgin? If not, which gender did you lose your virginity to? yes 84. What personality trait are you most attracted to? shit uh, (judging on my 2d biases) cheerful puppy type? 85. Have you ever been on a blind date? no 86. Has anyone ever tried to set you up on a date? noo 87. Do you kiss on a first date? no  88. How often do guys hit on you? never HAHA 89. Have you ever kissed another woman? If so, did you like it? shIt ya and ya, go away 90. Have you ever dated another woman? i almost did? 91. Is sex before marriage wrong? IT’S AGAINST THE MORAL ORDER!!! according to my religion but also even if it’s not religion its good to only give yourself to another after marriage uvu. but idk 92. After how long would you start to consider a relationship to be serious? i dont know maybe a year? LOL idek if someone can stand being with my after 2 weeks 93. Would you rather your lover give you chocolate or flowers? steak.. or like meat or like good food ENTERTAINMENT: 94. What celebrity do you most admire? i dont- know-? 95. Do you like romantic comedies? Any favorites? eh dont think so 96. Do you have a favorite romantic movie? no 97. Who is your favorite Disney princess? mulan? MERIDA? idk 98. What is your favorite Disney song? shit idk 99. Do you watch The Bachelor or The Bachelorette? whats that 100. Have you ever watched Sex & The City? no 101. Have you ever watched any shows such as Project Runway or America’s Next Top Model? yeah but like random episodes on the tv with my mom, i rather watch masterchef junior but not with the newer seasons cuz my bro said the way they made it is like poo 102. Do you read romantic novels? If so, do you have any recommendations? im like -100% romantic please stop 103. Beyonce or Taylor Swift? beyonce maybe 104. Oprah Winfrey or Ellen DeGeneres? ellen? idk  A PILE OF RANDOMNESS: 105. Are you named after anyone? Dionne Warwick (not celine dion stop this shit i will fight you) 106. How many male friends do you have? nnnot many? i’m close to steffy tho yes bless uvu  107. Have you ever called your female friends your girlfriends? i can barely type “i love you” i cannot with cheesy shit so hazukashit 108. Have you ever called a non-lover a term such as honey, dear, babe, or darling? ye i call friendos bebe or something but only through text because im shy LOL 109. Have you ever dotted your I’s with a heart or a smiley face? hearts, i stopped bc a teacher was like “lol” in front of the entire class thanks 110. How many items do you own that are of a floral print design? idk but floral prints are nice 111. Name five things you always have in your purse. (not including phone and wallet) lipbalm (that i never use), axe oil (running out), vicks, tigerbalm (why do i have 2), blotting paper (also dont really use) 112. Have you ever lost anything inside your purse? my sanity jk idk 113. Have you ever carried a spare pair of underwear with you in your purse? only pads 114. What is the most amount of money you’ve ever spent in one single shopping trip? idk $60 maybe idk weep i spend it all online 115. Do you consider shopping a sport? no wtf but walking around a lot is a pain so i guess it could be 116. Have you ever used your cleavage or a bra as a purse? i use a bad stop with the purse i carry too much shit 117. Coffee or tea? tea 118. Can you do the splits? i will only split my pants and muscles open so no 119. Do you do any yoga? no 120. Have you ever been told that to have cute handwriting? yea but i think it’s messy and ugly and changes too often 121. How well can you write in cursive? look at 120 122. Have you ever successfully been on a diet? no fuck that 123. Do you or have you ever belonged to a book club? no 124. Have you ever talked yourself out of a driving ticket by using your looks? no lmao i dont even drive 125. Have you ever drank a non-alcoholic beverage out of a wine glass? i guess? 126. Showers or baths? showers 127. Have you ever tried using a toilet while standing up? ya its horrible because u dont have a dick to aim 128. Have you ever been considered the mother of your group of friends? ye actually- 129. Do you own any sex toys? no HAHA RATINGS: 130. From 1-10, how feminine do you consider yourself? 6? 131. From 1-10, how much are you like your mother? 7-8 132. From 1-10, how much do you look like your mother? 5 because i smile like her but a lot of people say i look like my dad 133. From 1-10, how much are you like your father? 3 he’s chill im not 134. From 1-10, how polite are you? depends but maybe 7 135. From 1-10, how cute do you consider your laugh? -11 136. From 1-10, how strict are you about manners? 5? 137. From 1-10, how much of a neat freak are you? 6 but my handwriting is shit 138. From 1-10, how much of a hopeless romantic are you? -11 139. From 1- 10, how healthy do you eat? 6? its Meat > veggies > fish (but cuz i dont like how fish is cooked here? i love meat but i need veg to live too but i dont like salads give me roasted veg or stir fry veg or veg soops uvu) 140. From 1-10, how much do you like decorating for holidays?  4?

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All my tweets since August 29th, 2016

Currently renewing my unhealthy obsession with Harry Styles. Seniors- have a fun year knowing that all the people older than you in school get to sleep in on Mondays If it comes in rose gold, I own it Lol @ seniors who think they're the shit All of my stories start with "well first of all, bitch" I love myself. Thought you ought to know. When your roommate is THE SAME DISNEY PRINCESS AS YOU My mom keeps sending me pictures of her food Still in summer mode Drew some nice pics of myself getting electrocuted in math today I can literally find someone on the Internet in .002 secs with just a first name, but tell me to hand in my assignment online and I'll die LOOK AT THE LITTLE HEART #GreysAnatomy GREYS FOOTBALL AND HOW TO GET AWAY WITH MURDER TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT If you live tweet next weeks Criminal Minds season premiere, I'll report you for emotional abuse I have not lost my voice, my voice just doesn't like me so she moved out. I send my parents paragraphs and hundreds of pictures of school and I am repaid with one word sentences and blurry pictures of my dog. I come home to find that my parents literally did everything they could to conceal everything that has anything to do with me in my room ALSO MY BATHROOM SMELLS LIKE CLEANING FLUID AND I KNOW DAMN WELL IT SMELLED LIKE "sweet peony" WHEN I LEFT Anthony's favorite hobby is absolutely roasting people on the Hudl app MUZZ WAS SO EXCITED TO SEE ANTHONY THAT HE PEED ON THE COUCH On a scale from 1-10 of brokenness, I'm a $34.72. I'm really proud of myself because I finished 1/8 of an essay that's due on Thursday #overachiever Btw, Anthony replied to my hint with pictures of his papa I know it's the law... But could the train maybe not blow the whistle 6 times through a campus of sleep deprived college kids????? Spagetting to know you Julia and I are in bed watching a movie and wondering why it's so loud... ITS 8:00 PM But how the f is it October in like 2 days We're over here acting like its the damn ice age I've been coughing all over everyone and everything and IM A TERRIBLE ROOMMATE IM SO SORRY WTF "5 Crazy" I love you, SVU Women before us fought to have the right to vote - don't take that for granted #VOTE My bed is absolutely COVERED in pillows, blankets, wires, school supplies, clothes and Tide pods etc… This woman started vaping and then another woman told her to stop, and now they are full on screaming at each other. ON THE COMMUTER RAIL. Guys, this clown thing is REAL I'm having a hard enough time sleeping without all these inconsiderately loud people outside my building clown hunting The dangerous part about college is going back to your bed in between classes WORDS LITERALLY CANT DESCRIBE HOW EXCITED I AM FOR BEAUTY AND THE BEAST. Belle is my Disney princess and Emma Watson is my all time favorite actress I'm crying Constantly waiting for the 12th of each month so I can have some data You can now get a life sentence for animal abuse. Justice. When your roommates make fun of you for complimenting an absolute FIRE selfie of yourself <<<< SUNDAY SHOPPING SPREE I fcking love candy corn You don't understand... our school and social lives have to fit around the voice and grey's. Sometimes my hand slips and I accidentally share something to my Facebook page We're gonna miss you #ThanksPapi It would be fun to me Harley Quinn for Halloween, but I refuse to be one of "those girls" Never be afraid to be yourself!! Happy National Coming Out Day everyone Julia and I have been watching Netflix in bed for 5 hours. COME BE OUR FRIENDS OMG Tmlt I fcking love Evan Peters and AHS Netflix for dayyyyyyzzzz May god bless you and may your eyebrows be forever on point Dear very high people in the hall, please talk even louder! And continue to walk around in your underwear! Please! I'm DYING. As soon as josh got home he immediately told everyone not to ask any questions about the dance My baby brother is almost 14 and he's like a foot taller than me and his voice is deeper than my dad's My little brother got a 30 yrd touchdown and 40 yrd run Mo and Julia are asleep and I'm just laying here laughing my ass off Literally the worst thing in the world is realizing you have a hole in your leggings Backless dresses are just so incredibly beautiful I love them The girls are asleep and I am laughing like a fcking psycho. What's new? Sorry that I retweet a lot, I just feel like sharing the things I find awesome or funny are worth making your day too I love reconnecting I have heart failure walking to class when I start to hear a longboarder behind me Cookies and Gilmore Girls with my babes It's 11:00 and we're trying to sleep pls enforce quiet hour or I will Julia and I suck at life so we put it on the internet. #relatable "Omg have you seen @JeffreeStar new black highlighter?" "Isn't that just a sharpie?" NO JULIA IT IS NOT A SHARPIE I love late night phone calls with my man Rewatching greys is my fave thing to do Meeting guy friends at college is easy until you bring up your boyfriend I told everyone in my kindergarten class that I was a boy. So, surprise everyone idk what that was about Life update: the heater in our room is making loud, evil noises. This started yesterday and has not stopped. This heater needs medical attention I am honestly concerned for this heater's health. She's clearly leaking or dying or something College is not being able to afford a stapler and the professor refusing to collect unstapled papers. Derek Shepherd has been setting unrealistic expectations since 2005. Feliz Dia de Los Muertes! I'm so excited for Beauty and the Beast I'm actually crying. Real tears. I'm seeing it MINIMUM 10 times in theaters "THIS MEAT IS SO RAW A GOOD VET COULD SAVE IT" Anthony wutttttttt No Makeup November JULIA AND I ARE CRYING (not happy tears) The sun rose this morning and it will rise tomorrow morning My dad has had a variation of the same car since 1995 "You are SO loud" "I just don't care" lol k Anthony Scooby doo I cried twice today, first because I watched the Beauty and the Beast trailer, the second time was when I re-watched the trailer. My dream job is when it's always Friday Also no makeup November is going swimmingly, I may never wear makeup everyday ever again All the bathrooms on my floor are being cleaned and I've been holding my pee for an hour and a half. Can I be someone's creepy older prom date this year? I had some real good coffee this morning and I feel absolutely fantastic, this may be a new me Anthony is snapchatting me live from his room where his roommate is keeping him captive and asking deep questions about life College is being awake at 11pm which is just enough time to squeeze in a few more episodes of greys before 12 COLLEGE IS BEING AWAKE AT 12:30am BUT THERES ONLY ONE MORE EPISODE IN THE SEASON Hobbies include: coughing loudly and rudely when I pass people who are smoking When I'm actively trying to not laugh my ass off at stupid stuff because roommate Just a reminder to be careful and safe this holiday season I want a pretty case because the life proof one is too much but I can't afford a new phone sooo.... TMI: I threw up all over a bathroom stall today. I warned you. My professor shaded me in front of the whole class. I don't have room for embarrassment because I high key gained so much respect. Savagery Hahaha at least my eyebrows are fleeky The weather today is less than ideal. Julia made a tinder and then promptly deleted it when she saw an attractive man. THIS IS WHY. THIS IS WHY. True friends snapchat from across the room If the wifi would stay connected, I wouldn't run out of data every month The temperature was in the single digits today and I honestly don't know how I've ever been able to live like this for so long There is a full on absolutely raging party down the hall from my room. 24 hour quiet hours what College made me addicted to tums Sleep is great, but have you ever watched Netflix? Prof almost made us stay past the two hours like... fuck you thought?? Oh annnnnnd I woke my ass up at 7:00 this morning to get a waffle AND THEY HADNT PUT THE STATION OUT YET Why does my brother constantly ask what we got him for xmas?? Like we're not telling you and if we did your xmas would be ruined Trying to save up...but Sephora I can't even put into words how sad I am about Carrie Fishers passing. Rest In Peace. Someone get me on the slopes Can't stop won't stop crying at the Beauty and the Beast trailer. What did I do to deserve this Every time I lose a snapchat streak, I die a little on the inside I'm such a daddy's girl tbh Setting that 4 am alarm is absolutely killer Hey at least the Cubs won the World Series in 2016 Thought about making a resolution to go to the gym and eat green stuff, but I'm just gonna do me, eat cookies and walk occasionally Tmlt- moral: be happy, and do what makes you happy I really just slept until 5pm Traveling through Hoth in my damn Jetta was fun I should have just skied home from work smh These are the days that I wish my dad's Outback was automatic. Smh I share a bathroom w two teenage boys. There is a pile of underwear in the corner that grows +2 every day.