#uhh but there's a few places i've visited and forgot how to get there. i suspect the door is either past the forest of stress (unlikely)

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Rip vicar amelia. Kirkhammer campeao do mundo!!!!!

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Terrible Trilogy

Part 11

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"Hey, hold on a minute; I've got a bone to pick with you." Randy remarked pulling away from the hug as you were still processing the fact he claimed he didn't call you. He gave you an accusing look. "I've been trying to call you for two damn days. Your parents are worried sick!" 

You closed your eyes and cursed under your breath once you realized. You completely forgot to call them the last few days and with everything that had happened; it was the last thing on your mind.

What were you supposed to say to your folks? 'Sorry, I've been keeping peace among two psychotic serial killers...Yeah, the ones that tried to kill me twice. We're trying to locate another killer that knows our identities...Oh, I got into my first high speed chase! It was like an action movie! I almost died! Anyways, love you and tell Cherri and Kitty I miss them!'

You opened your eyes with a cringe with Randy's hands still on your shoulders. 

Randy raised a brow at you. "They said you dropped off Cherri two days ago and claimed you were coming to see me. I had to lie and say 'Oh yeah, totally'...But you haven't answered anyone for days, YN! I called your house and then your cell phone. What the fuck is the point of a phone you have with you everywhere you go if you're not gonna answer it?" 

"Oh, shit!....I'm so sorry, my phones been dead." 

"...But you claimed I called you this morning?" 

"Yes! After a night of charging it. I just got the newer Nokia model, still trying to get used to it and I forgot." 

His brows turned up as he stared at you with concern. "But you told your parents you were seeing me two days ago?...It doesn't take two days to get from your place to here. I just got here two days ago and definitely didn't tell you yet." 

You cringed, feeling flushed and a nervous sweat on the nape of your neck. Trying to come up with a story in your head on the spot. 

Randy tilted his head at you. "YN...What's going on? Tell me." 

You scoffed with a nervous chuckle. "Nothing is going on!  I just wanted to take a scenic route and my phone was dead and when it wasn't I had no reception... That's all!" 

"...By yourself?" 

You felt yourself getting defensive. "Yeah, by myself. After everything I've gone through, I think I can handle a flat tire or some random weirdo while traveling." 

"YN...You haven't left your cabin in years and you're telling me you just got up and decided to go missing for a few days? Alone? And now you're claiming I called you this morning when I didn't?" He had a down right out fearful look on his face. "Are you...Are you using?" 

"What?" 

"Ya know; pills, coke, dope. Drugs, YN." He hissed, you saw him looking at your eyes. "I just saw Darcy in makeup with eyes the size of saucer plates and Fred in special effects taking pills like their candy. So don't lie to me; I'll know." 

You scrunched your face with a bewildered laugh as he stepped away from you a bit. "No Ray, I'm not on drugs." 

He stared at you. "I hate to drag our Woodsboro big bro into this but...Dewey said you uh...You were smoking weed in school-" 

You rolled your eyes with a bark of laughter. "Oh my God, I told him that was a bullshit story I used because I was being held hostage by Billy. Context!" 

His eyes widened. "...What?" 

You quieted your voice to tell him. "Yeah, he didn't tell you? They broke in, tried to kill me, I told them I was a part of the plan when I wasn't, gained their trust by getting rid of Dewey then called Dewey back when they left to hatch out the plan to take them down the following night...We know how that went." 

Randy blinked repeatedly. "It's been 5 years and I'm just hearing about this now...Because?-" 

"Because it's Dewey. Love him, but he tells little details that don't matter while leaving out major ones." 

"Uhh, you could have told me!" 

You gave him a dumbfounded stare. "Ray...You and I didn't talk for a whole week after your hospital visit and you cut me off at the memorial. And at Windsor you didn't want to talk to me about it and even now; you don't like to talk about it!...When the hell would I have told you that tiny freaking detail?" 

He cringed with a guilty expression. "Okay, fair enough." He shook his head with a scoff. "Okay, fine! If you're not on drugs then what the fuck is going on with you?!" 

"Nothing!"

"Then start making sense!" 

"I...I um-" 

You felt his blue eyes boring into you. You put on your shades as a bit of security while acting like it was the afternoon sun and not him staring straight at you for an answer you didn't have. 

You shrugged. "I...I just had to get away." 

"From what?" He quietly asked. "You are away. You live on a mountainside in the middle of nowhere. You're gonna be the witch living in the woods kids warn their friends about soon enough." 

You gave him a dirty look. "...AWAY away, Randy. I just…" 

It hit you. You quickly got out your phone. Load and behold, in your caller ID was multiple missed calls from Randy, your parents, even one from Dewey...But the one from this morning was an unknown number. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Wait a minute-" 

You scanned and saw Stu's phone call a few nights ago. You rolled your lips, saddened you couldn't use that as an excuse for a killer call without linking it to Stu. 

"YN! I'm talking to you-" 

You looked back up at him and snapped your phone shut. "Listen, I'm sorry. I see you did call me. It's been weird and I swear I'll tell you...Later. How long has it been since we hung out? Years. Out in public at least...Can me, you and Dewey meet up later? I'll tell you in private away from everything and everyone. " 

He looked dissatisfied but nodded. "Okay fine, let's go in and-" 

You gave a sheepish grin. "Um, I kind of got banned. John Milton doesn't like me." 

"Ooooh...That's right, you sued him." 

"I mean, I guess so. I sued Stab. The studio producer is more important than the director, right?" 

Randy nodded with a smirk and tsk of his tongue. "Oh yeah. If the director is the author of a book, the studio producer is the publisher...And you were one of the first to sue him and win. You majorly pissed in his cheerios." 

"Really?" 

"Yeah, there's um...Stories about Milton I heard. Not the full story, just that he has a lot of enemies." He mumbled. "Do you need me to drive you or something?" 

"No thanks. I have my own car, Ray. It's how I got here." You smiled as Randy eyed you.

"YN, I just...You've been a hermit for 3 years." 

"More like 2 in a half...And I still go out for groceries and necessities." 

"Yeah, only for that. You've been attacked in the past and everyone knows who you are by name... This is a lot." He gestured to the bustling people and golf carts of tour guides and Stab advertising everywhere. "I'm worried about you. I would have never asked you to be here in general, let alone after Cotton." 

"I thought you said Cotton's death wasn't related to us?" 

"Well, maybe but you never know." 

"So,  I'm right-" 

"NO. But I'm just being cautious." He sighed and stared a moment. "...I just know that I just got here and security is relentless. Everyone is on edge and even detectives are scouting the area. I didn't realize they were taking it this seriously till I got here." 

"I promise I'll answer my phone from now on and we can all talk later. I'm leaving, I think...You're right, it's a little much-" You were cut off as you narrowly dodged a guy rushing in a mask. Your heart stopped a moment until you realized it was a random guy when he took it off. 

"Yeah, that's for the best." Randy gave, giving you an understanding smile as he also looked uneasy himself. "I'm mostly over it. The mask doesn't trigger me; Mrs. Loomis was a blur when she was stabbing me...But closed doors? FUCK NO. I refuse to go near cars or closed doors, even on set." 

"I don't blame you." You gave him a smile. "They did warn us as kids about creepy white vans." 

"Yeah, but they didn't tell us a knife wielding maniac was in them!" 

"Horror movie rules! Duh!" 

"I followed the rules, dweeb!...Except uh…-" 

"Getting away from the group?" You gave. 

"Yeah, yeah. Broad daylight in public, who knew? If that tells us anything; no one is completely safe." 

He pointed at you as he walked backwards. "Anyways, I expect a damn good answer tonight. You're paying my dinner-" 

"For what?" 

He laughed. "You owe compensation for worrying about your ass." He yelped when he walked into someone before apologizing with a sheepish grin.

You laughed once you realized he was fine. "How about you watch where you're walking, Seth?" 

He faltered but saved himself with a come back. "And have you checking me out as I leave? I don't think so." He grinned at you as you lowered your shades to show him you were rolling your eyes.

"In your dreams...Besides, you'd rather a girl check out the front?" You mocked as he jokingly covered himself with his hands.

"Not on my watch, at least buy me dinner before you treat me like a piece of meat…Drive safe, Mistress. And I'll see you at dinner tonight." 

You blushed as people looked at him and you. 

"Shut up and cut it out, you fucking doofus!" You hissed as he kept walking. Covering your face and praying people knew he was joking. 

He shrugged with a smirk as he pretended he didn't hear you before walking normally. You sighed heavily as he got a ways away and waved at you. 

"I'm gonna hit him one day. Idiot." You mumbled to yourself with a small smirk as you started walking back to where you hoped Billy and Stu still were.

You turned just to run right into them. They scared you as you released a sharp gasp.

"GOD!...What the hell?! Where were you?!" 

"Behind the giant killer." Stu pointed to a tourist ghostface you could take pictures with. Knife high up in the air and a mask. You shivered, not seeing it until now.

You stared a moment in discomfort. "....I agree with Billy. I can't wait to leave." You mumbled, eyes on that awful giant 8 foot tall figurine that was your nightmare fuel. 

Billy kept watching Randy leave. "I feel like I'm in a Twilight Zone. You know, the episode where everyone finds the pretty girl ugly and the rest look like pigs? Something like that...What the fuck-" He muttered with a bewildered expression. "I need to go back to my boring town. Soon. Where things make sense." 

Stu gave you an outraged look. "What the hell was that?!" 

"What?" 

Stu flung his arm out in exasperation.  "That! Mistress? Checking out his junk? Gripping onto his new beefed up arms every chance you got." He glared at you.

Billy smirked at him. "What's wrong, Stu? Jealous your girl has a guy on the side?" 

"Oh, you're not?! The guy you made fun of has a job teen you would have killed for on a horror movie set, has muscles now, he has that new hair-" 

"You checking him out or what?" Billy quipped.

"Man, I'm not checking him out, I don't swing that way! I just got eyes. Come on! He is hanging all over a girl you were willing to kill for in High School...And you're not a little threatened by that? In denial, man. You're more jealous than I am; you're just deflecting." 

"Denial is becoming a common thing around here." You whispered to yourself as they argued. 

"I am not, you fucking lunatic. I could care less about YN or who she's with. And Meek is like a tech guy on here. That's the bottom of the barrel for a horror movie job."

You gave them both a disgusted look. "You're both screwed up in the head. He's a friend! I told you, we joke. It grosses both of us out so we do it to embarrass each other. Why do you think it's so over the top? Because we're kidding." You glared at Billy. "And I'm no one's 'girl' and I'm not fucking him or anyone in this general phascinaty. Hint, hint: Including Stu; no matter what smoke he's blowing up your ass." 

You walked away and Stu followed, ranting behind you. "Oh, you're so grossed out with your hands on his chest and his arms wrapped around you!? Please! Guys aren't that touchy or nice unless they want in your pants! Chicks aren't joking with guys either unless she sees him as an opportunity for a relationship, money, or bragging rights to bring back home or to show up her female friends!" 

You shook your head. "I REALLY wish you took a feminist class at Windsor. Just to pass the time. One Women's Study sit in... And would you stop being so dramatic and making a scene?" You scolded and lowered your voice, adjusting your shades as you walked.

"I'm not making a scene! Just a little pissed your buddies with a guy that's clearly into you and you're too naive to see it! Oh, but I'm the bad guy for flirting with you but you have no problem doing it with Ray!" 

"Because Ray doesn't have an ulterior motive!" 

"God, you're so naive." Stu huffed out. 

You added as you walked. "Oh you're right! I forgot! I'm a stupid female that gets giggly at every guy that flirts with me. I just instantly fall in love and spread my legs the second a guy wants me…" You glared daggers at him and flipped him off. "Get real, Stu. I know it's hard to comprehend I'm a person with boundaries; but I am. If someone wants me, the only way they'll get me is if I want them back. Bad news for you, huh?" 

Stu fumbled with a scrunched face as Billy raised his brows in mild amusement at you both arguing;  him excluded for a change. 

You turned to him to stop walking. "Listen, Stu. I don't have to explain myself to anyone. And if you do something to Randy out of jealousy-" 

Billy cut you off. "Good idea. If something happens to Meeks, we know it's Stu doing all this and we can kill him and be on our way." 

Stu rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I'm not doing anything." 

"Then stop being suspicious! Nothing screams 'I did it' than jealousy in a horror movie." You informed. 

Billy rolled his head to crack his neck. "This has been fun but I'm going to go to that hotdog booth down there-" He pointed a block away that a bunch of tourists were at. "While you both blow hot air." 

"Hey, get me...Or not...Jerk." You muttered as he was already walking away and not hearing you. 

Stu blocked your view of him, folding his arms and looking down at you with a pouting glare. You sighed, already sick of his bullshit. 

"Look, Sweetcheeks. I'm not saying you're with him but maybe you want to be or he is weaseling-" 

"St- DENNIS." You corrected as a bunch of people walked by. "Now is not the time. Besides, even if I was...What's it matter? I'm not with you! If I wanted to get wwiitthhh-"

 You went point but it landed on an old man with a walker, then a guy with hotdog sauce on him before finally your finger pointed to a younger guy you didn't even find attractive.

" - That guy. I could. You can't kill him either. Cops and security are everywhere." 

"That's what you think." He muttered under his breath. 

"Excuse me?" 

"Nothing. I'm just saying don't tell me what to do. I got that enough in Highschool from Casey, Billy, Tatum and anyone else. I don't need you added to the list." 

You huffed in outrage. "Then stop telling ME what to do and who to do it with!" 

"...Are you doing it? Have you? You never did answer whether you were a virgin or not-" 

"You're fucking disgusting." 

You went to walk away and Stu outstretched his hands. "Movie rules, YN! That's why I'm asking! Because if you're not then I have to watch your back even more!" 

"Oh, how chivalrous of you. You know what?-" You went to argue back when you both were interrupted by a guy almost as tall as Stu with glasses and a Hawaiian shirt. You recognized him as the director.

"YN...Dennis; am I interrupting?" 

"Not at all, Mr. Bridger." You gave with a smile, clearing your throat and trying to calm yourself. 

"Please, call me Roman. I came to give you both...These." He handed you and Stu both passes. "Dennis naturally needs one for landing the part of Stu. But I figured you should have one too. The more Woodsboro survivors who REALLY give the atmosphere I'm looking for, the better." 

You both took them. You looked taken aback. "Yeah but...Mr. Milton-" 

"What Milton doesn't know won't hurt him. He only stops by for an emergency or to discuss budget cuts and hopefully we don't have either one in the future." He smiled at you both before looking at Stu. "...You really do resemble him." 

You visibly saw Stu stiffen. "Yeah mate, uh...What a coincidence!" 

You gave him a weird look at the accent he gave himself. 

Roman stared a moment longer with a nod and smile. "Sure is! Nose is off, hair of course, no piercings...Honestly I feel like the other guy auditioning looked even more like Stu Macher but you really sold it. I mean, if I didn't know any better. I'd say you were nuts!" He laughed.

Stu gave a forced laugh too. "Yyeeaahh, how funny would that be? That's our secret. Shh." He joked.

Roman's laughter died down with a grin. "Oh trust me, I just see talent. Most of these actors and actresses have to snort snow or get drunk just to play these parts. So...Do you do that? Because if you do, just let me know and I'll skip the drug test that day. It's guidelines but if we went by those; half these movies wouldn't even get made." 

Stu shook his head. "Nah, I quit that mess back in 97, mate." 

"Well, don't judge me too harshly. I used to direct music videos...You know these wannabe rockers and pop stars. Most can't finish a video without it." 

You interjected. "Well, no reason here. Dennis is sober." 

"Oh, you both know each other?" 

You paled a little. "U-Uh, yeah. Yeah, we met a few years back after a uh...Interview I had with Diane Sawyer. He was an actor interested in Stab-" 

"Oh, the one with Cotton Weary...Shame. How are you holding up?" 

"Okay, thank you. We weren't that close. Just an interview." You forced an airy chuckle. "Still a tragedy of course." 

Roman glanced up, down the street, and then the giant killer. "Well, I'll leave you both to it. We have a shooting at 8 tomorrow and Dennis can rehearse...Do you both want a picture with the giant Ghostface?" 

"The what?" 

"Ghostface. That's the name Stab gave the killer when he's in costume." 

You quickly shook your head as Stu went to say 'yes'. "No, thank you. Uh, I'm not fond of that thing." 

Roman cringed and smacked his forehead. "Oh God, sorry." He started walking backwards as he talked. "Not thinking. Survivor of the last two Ghostface killings. Duh….Anyways, talk to you tomorrow Dennis. Don't be late. And hopefully YN can tag along if she wants." He waved goodbye as he left. 

You turned to Stu and hissed. "What is with the bargain bin Steve Irwin accent?" 

"It's Australian. I thought it would make me less suspicious." 

"Well, you sound ridiculous and more suspicious!...What time is it?" 

Stu checked his watch. "3:12?" 

"Crap, I need to find a hotel and get ready." 

"For what??" Stu demanded right when Billy came back with a hotdog in his hand. 

"I'm having dinner with Randy-" 

Stu wouldn't let you finish with a mocking smirk. "Of course you are." 

"- And Dewey." You deadpanned. 

Stu lost the smirk. "Oh." 

"Yeah, 'Oh.'" You mocked with a scoff. 

"Well, what the hell are we supposed to do?" Stu asked.

"I don't know, look around! I'm going to see if Dewey or Randy have noticed anything weird on set and you two can look. It's what you're good at. Stalking and snooping." 

Billy gave you a look. "Deal. And remember; if you mention-" 

"I know; you both don't exist! You think I'm telling my best friend and a man that's like an older brother to me about my involvement with you two? As if." 

"Then what are you gonna tell them?" Billy gave an accusing stare.

"I...I don't know yet. But it won't involve both of you." 

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You got ready as Stu and Billy watched you go from the bathroom to the suitcase and back multiple times. 

"God, you women are exhausting watching get ready. Just pick something and go!" Billy said as he lounged on the bed with his knife. 

Stu smirked at him from the other bed. "You definitely didn't grow up with sisters. Leslie took 2 hours to get ready everytime she went out...3 hours if I took her makeup or hair brush just to screw around with her." 

Billy huffed. "So you were always a pain in the ass? Shocker...Still, 2 hours? Why? All they do is fluff their hair." 

"You're a fine one to talk with your hair gel routine you had in High School! Sidney told me all about it!" You yelled from the bathroom as Billy bristled and Stu snorted with a chuckle.

You continued. "And as if guys don't take forever in the bathroom everyday. Women like to dress up and look nice here and there. You all take 30 minutes everyday for no reason." 

"That's different. We're choking the chicken." Stu gave with a shrug. 

"Ew. You know what? How about we all don't talk while I get out of here? I like that idea. Complete silence." 

"Cool with me. You both are annoying the fuck out of me already." Billy mumbled as he twisted his knife lightly back and forth on the wood of the headboard.

Stu crinkled his nose. "What did we do to you this time?" 

Billy abruptly stopped playing with the knife and glared at Stu. "...Really?...You got on a movie about us murdering our classmates while we're on the run…And you don't think I'm not a little pissed off?" Billy sat up and pointed to the bathroom. "SHE is frolicking with Deputy Dipshit and Meek Geek that will notice us in a heartbeat if they see us!" He pointed at Stu with his knife. "YOU, you fucking dingleberry, you're working on a movie where they're at! Here I am a sitting duck simultaneously on a damn wild goose chase for a killer that knows my biggest secret and is bullshitting us. Worst of all; I can't do a fucking thing about it but wait here twiddling my thumbs like an idiot!" He yelled as Stu cringed.

"I told you, it's a way for me to get inside info!" 

"Yeah? How are you gonna avoid Dewey or Randy on Set?" 

" I'll figure it out! Chill out, man. You're gonna have a stroke at this rate."

Billy glared at him, narrowing his eyes as you came out in a flowy dress shirt and lace up boot cut jeans. You wished Tatum lived long enough; she would loved them coming in style. You put on Sidney's locket as both of them eyed you up and down.

"...Damn Sweetcheeks." Stu gave. "You look nice...Too nice for a boring dinner with them." 

"It's a dinner with friends, Stu. Go find some so you can have your own night out..Have one with Billy." 

"Hell no." 

"Well you're each other's company anyway. So..." You gave. "If I were you, Stu...I'd stay at least 6 ft from Billy." 

Billy smirked to himself and gave you a subtle but devious look as Stu huffed. 

"I can handle him with one arm... I just don't understand why don't we ever go out for dinner like that? As friends. 3 years and we've never went out together." He mocked.

"I had brunch with you. It's not a competition and this is really pushing me out of my comfort zone but I got to… You know, You could be a part of this dinner. Catching up with old friends, reminiscing with Randy, Laughing with Dewey...If you hadn't done what you did." 

Stu threw up his hands. "Wwoow...Nice. Really great. Let's bring up what I can't change AGAIN." 

You shrugged. "I'm just saying! I can't help but think some of this makes you angry that you can't say hi to the childhood friends you had." 

"It's not." He pouted. "Besides, I'm supposed to just stay here with Oscar the Grouch while you go have fun?" 

"Yep. Maybe go look near Cotton's place? Or on Set? Ask around?...Something! Try not to kill each other." You smiled as you went to the door.

"No promises." Billy gave. 

Stu scoffed and looked offended at the entire situation as he caught Billy glaring at him. 

"...What?" 

"Now that we're finally alone...How about you start dropping the knight in shining armor act?" 

"I don't know what you're talking about, man." 

"Don't play dumb with me, Stu. I know how you are...You got the hots for YN again and you're doing ALL of this to get closer to her. The nice manipulation act, getting yourself in the spotlight to use as blackmail against her or some shit, using scare tactics until you finally kill off anything or anyone near her and she HAS to choose you." 

Stu got up from the bed. "You're crazy, man. I'm not doing this for the hundredth fucking time!" 

Billy got up as well, knife in hand. "No one knows my whereabouts. NO ONE. The only one that had a guess was you." 

"YN knew where you were; not me!" 

" How convenient that you get on a movie that Cotton was involved with and got his shit stabbed the hell out of?" 

"Yeah, most likely a set up that I'm still taking full advantage of. Let the killer come after me! I can stab him in the dick and be on my way to the top at the same time." 

Billy continued to glare at him. "...You looked at my letter. You SAW the diary page. So what, Stu? When we were in her house while Neil was captive, did you sneak into her room and take it when I was busy or what?" 

Stu's jaw clenched as he glared at him. "...I didn't take shit." 

"Yeah, I bet you didn't." 

"You were her boyfriend with nothing to lose now! If anyone looks guilty, it's you pal." 

Billy eyed him. "...You're insecure about Randy. I could care less about the kid." 

"Yeah right-"

Billy cut him off with a yell. "- IF... He goes missing or comes up dead next; I'm coming after you. That's all the proof I need that it's you doing this." 

Stu smirked. "Yeah, that's not happening." 

"Why not?" 

"Because I'M NOT DOING THIS. God! It's like a freaking brick wall! Nice deflecting the heat off you, asshole." 

"You were itching to kill James. So was I when I cared about her." 

"Cared. Past tense." Stu gave a mocking, gleeful chuckle. "Yeah right."

Billy narrowed his eyes. "What the fuck does that mean?" 

"It means you're full of shit." Stu spat. "I see the way you're looking at her...You still wanna bang her from this way to next Tuesday." 

Billy huffed with his lip raised. "You are fucking obsessed, Stu. Seriously." 

"And you're deflecting." Stu gave. "You still give a shit about her...Well, too bad! I'm not sharing her this time and definitely not with you." 

"You're not sharing shit! You think every guy that looks at her for a second is stepping on your territory...I've seen you like this before, you were like this with me back in Woodsboro and then YN towards the end of it all... I can handle your ass; she can't. So back off." 

Stu tilted his head and challenged Billy, walking up to him. "For what? So, you can make your move?" 

"So you don't end up doing something stupid that will get us both caught, moron." Billy hissed, brushing past Stu and clipping his shoulder on Stu's arm. 

Stu sucked in air through his nostrils and whipped around to confront Billy. "I wasn't obsessed with you!" 

"You were. Anybody that you get attached to, you get obsessed. Friends, chicks, idols." 

"You were none of that. You were using me, dick! You think I'm stupid?! Well jokes on you, I was using you too. I was using you and your stupid revenge plan to finally kill because it was FUN. Had nothing to do with you! I was gonna drag you in the trial if we got caught...Peer pressure." 

Billy sighed heavily. "...We are NOT bringing this up. It's in the past. I left EVERYONE behind and everything to move on and I plan on doing it again as soon as this shit is done." 

"So, what? You regret it?" 

Billy paused for a moment, looking at the wall in thought. "...No, I just want to move on." He turned to Stu. "I am not a pussy. Okay? I will kill anyone but I also don't wanna get caught...YOU on the other hand don't give a shit." 

"I give a shit!" 

"Well you're doing a lot dumb shit so I just assumed you're one of those serial killers that want to get caught." 

"I'm not! I haven't killed, in like, 4 months." 

"Wow, new record." Billy sarcastically monotoned. 

Stu glared. "...I... AM NOT... THE KILLER! I want to get into Hollywood and hopefully get YN to see reason and-" 

"Kill anyone that gets in your way of that or her." 

"No!" Stu turned away, arms folded. "...I'm not killing anyone, don't you get it? Not even any guy barking up her tree." 

Billy looked at him with a raised brow. "Why? Never stopped you before. " 

"Cause I've changed! Okay, I apologized to her for what we did." 

Billy chuckled. "You what? She bought that?" 

"I wasn't lying! Yeah, I don't regret killing but...What we did in the theater was too much. She almost cried talking to me about it, man. We really fucked her up... You took it too far!" He yelled, turning his anger towards Billy. 

Billy tilted his head. "Oh...I did?...Tell me, Stu. Did you tell her it was your idea? I wanted to just kill her. YOU'RE the one that wanted to have fun with her prior just to make sure she wasn't a virgin." 

Stu frowned. " But as if you weren't into it!" 

"I was." Billy simply gave. "But I was just as happy to get my revenge and move on. Your exact words were 'I'll make sure she isn't a virgin. Just to cross off her cherry as the thing saving her. It's the rules'... right?"

"I...I don't remember that." Stu rolled his lips and looked away. 

"...But you did and you know you did. You were willing to do anything to get her with your knife or your dick. Stop trying to bullshit me." 

"AND YOU WEREN'T?! You were the one that said this was all a movie! You're the one that wanted her!" 

Billy smacked a nearby table. "Stop turning this around! I did but that doesn't change the fact you did too! People don't change that quickly so stop acting like you're the boy next door now." 

"Well, I did! I care about her, I hated her then. That's the difference. I don't want her hating me! So, I'm not going to hurt her or stab her dumb friends no matter what. I want her back in my life the way we were!...I love her, man!" 

"Give me a FUCKING break. You said the same thing in Woodsboro till she pissed you off. Then you choked her, cold cocked her in the face and tried to stab her…" 

"You loved her too and shot her!" 

Billy's eyes widened and a rage filled yell escaped him. "No! Don't put words into my mouth, dickweed! I never said I loved her! I said I had a crush on her but not enough to spare slicing her up as a traitor." 

He shook his head and growled out. "Don't try to bullshit me or twist shit, Stu. I may not give a shit about her but we need her right now. You touch her and I'll kill you. Meeks or her come up dead; I know it's you." Billy quietly gave, with an intense stare. "Not because I care or I want her but because that's proof it's you and want to have a loose end finally cut off and end this insanity." 

Stu and Billy stared each other down long and hard. Stu finally gave in a serious tone. "Same to you. Try to get revenge on her or touch her like you did this morning and I'll wear your rat looking face as a new mask; Texas Chainsaw Massacre style." 

Billy huffed as Stu grabbed his jacket, flashing his hunting knife on purpose. "So, we looking for clues or what, Scoob?" 

[mintwithchoco]

beaux rêves: Ep 4 - Adrenaline

ITZY Yeji x Male Reader

Word Count: 2882 words

Categories: smut, oral, femdom, mommy kink, light bdsm, agent! yeji

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“Stop!”

Avoiding each and every obstacle, the three agents chased down their target who was running through the top of a building, a person simply named “Killer Queen”. The chase was going on for five minutes - countless bullets directed towards each other missing their mark. The agents were running out of ammunition and their stamina wasn’t going to hold up any further.

“Does this guy have any lungs or what?! We’ve been chasing him for hours!” Ryujin shouts towards the others.

“Keep the pace! Eventually he’ll get tired too!” Yeji replied.

“Captain, permission to use Hierophant Green!” You asked Yeji while getting ready to press the button on your watch to summon the weapon mentioned.

“Permission granted!”

As soon as you press the button, your hands turn into a robotic state with green and white color schemes. You then put them close together, causing it to glow bright green and a water-like material is produced on your palms.

“Take this Killer Queen! Emerald Splash!” You shouted.

A giant energy blast was released from your palms which then takes on the form of emeralds, targeted and locked onto Killer Queen at a crazy speed. The agents were confident - Killer Queen had no way of escaping and they were gonna put an end to his crimes by giving him the punishment that he deserves.

But suddenly, Killer Queen flashes his jacket towards the blast and deflects them away, making the agents flinch away from him. They were shocked at the act and realized that this was not an easy enemy.

“What? There’s no way! No one can just deflect the Emerald Splash!” You said, shocked at the fact that The Mafia has overthrown your best attack.

"Hah! You utter fool! Your attacks are weak against me!" Killer Queen then throws a type of bomb towards you.

"Agent Mint!" Ryujin and Yeji shouted before watching you get sent flying in the air by the explosion from the bomb.

Both of them stopped chasing Killer Queen and ran towards your weak body that just fell to the ground. The explosion burned your suit and a little bit of your skin and your head was feeling super dizzy because of you hitting it on the cement roof. Blood started to pour out from a cut on your head, your vision was also starting to get blurry.

Before Yeji and Ryujin could reach you, you fainted because of your injuries. You hear their cries for you as your vision slowly turns black, your mind hoping that there's a chance help would arrive soon.

//timeskip//

Your eyes slowly open. Greeted by the bright ceiling light of the room, you squint your eyes and sit up to look around. You felt your head that was wrapped in bandages and saw a few cuts on your arms.

"Where...Where am I?" You ask yourself before hearing the door of the room being opened by Chaeryeong.

"Oppa! You're awake!" Chaeryeong rushes towards you and hugs you on the bed, making you eventually realize that you were in the ward room of the JYP HQ.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I forgot that you're still injured…" Chaeryeong said as she pulled away, noticing you wince from her sudden contact.

"It's fine. How long was I asleep, Chae? Are the others okay?" You asked her as she slowly sat on one of the chairs in the room.

"You've been unconscious for almost 3 days. The others are fine oppa, but…"

"What's wrong?"

"Yeji unnie…She's been out of place after the incident, always looking so frustrated, separating herself from us except during worktimes and most of all - not joining us at lunchtime." Chaeryeong sighed and pouted.

"Killer Queen has caused a lot of trouble for us, and I think she's stressed because of it. Don't worry, I'll try to talk it out with her."

"Alright…Anyways, how are you feeling now oppa?"

"I still feel a bit nauseous, but other than that, I'm a-okay!" You said while giving her a thumbs up, making her giggle cutely.

Suddenly, a knock was heard on the door, making you both flinch. You look at Chaeryeong with a questioning face and she replies back with a shrug. The door then was opened once again, revealing the person that knocked on it was Yeji.

"Oh, you're awake. And Chaeryeong, you're here early." Yeji said while closing the door.

"Y-Yeah...Thought that I would pay oppa a visit before I work. I was lucky enough to see him first awake, hehe~" Chaeryeong said as Yeji came to her right side.

"How do you feel now?" Yeji asked you, and your answer was still the same.

“I’m glad to hear that. Don't worry about the mission, you need to heal up first." Yeji said.

"10:30?!" Chaeryeong suddenly shrieked when she was looking at her watch on her wrist.

"Oppa, I gotta go. I promised Ryujin to help her out with uhh... something, yeah. Yeji unnie, take care of him alright? See you guys later!" Chaeryeong said before quickly rushing herself out of the room, leaving you and Yeji alone.

"Take...care…" You managed to say before Chaeryeong closed the door.

You face Yeji who looked like she was lost in thought. Remembering what Chaeryeong said about her situation recently, you were hesitant to ask her about it as she was looking frustrated. Silence filled the room with ease as you just observed the injuries that you got while Yeji just stared at you with her mind full of thoughts.

"Hey, are you okay?" You ask, breaking the silence between you two.

"Chae said that you’ve been looking distressed lately, is there something wrong?”

Yeji looked at you and was greeted with your concerned expression. She looked hesitant, biting her lips and keeping the gap of her thighs closed. You purse your lips, wondering why she was acting this way.

“...You said you were okay, right?”

“Yeah...Why?”

“Then, I’ll show you what’s wrong.” Yeji stood up from her seat and took off her boots and her socks. You were confused, but then she suddenly sat on your lower region that was covered with a blanket, making you shocked.

“Yeji what the-” Yeji silenced you by bringing a finger to your lips and her head gets close to your ear.

"I'm...sexually frustrated." She whispers softly into your ear, giving you shivers.

"H-Hey now Yeji…T-This is not the best place to be saying stuff like this-" You were cut off by Yeji's lips, deeply kissing you and forcing you to lean back to the headboard.

Your eyes widened. This was a wrongful act, you thought. But upon tasting her cherry lips, you instantly got addicted to it. Yeji demands more of you by forcing her tongue into your mouth, giving her access to dance with your tongue. You both exchanged saliva to each other while your hands promptly moved to her back, gently hugging her.

Eventually, you both ran out of oxygen and pulled away from each other by the force of nature followed with strings of saliva. You stared into each other's eyes, filled with lust, knowing what to do next.

"Mommy's been dying to taste your cock, baby. You don't know how many times I've cum just thinking about it." Yeji said while throwing the blanket away from your lap.

"M-Mommy?"

"Yes, mommy. What's wrong?"

"...N-Nothing, I love it." Yeji gave you a shy smile.

Yeji then kisses your neck hungrily, leaving a few deep red marks all over it as you start to moan at how good it felt. Her right hand unbuttons your shirt to reveal your toned body. After gawking at you, she marks you with her lips all over it until she reaches your abdomen.

Your cock was begging to be released from its confines due to her lust-filled kisses earlier. Yeji smirks as she notices your prominent bulge sticking out of your pants. She cups it gently, making you flinch a little and let out a few breathy moans.

"Fuck baby, I can't wait to taste your cock."

Yeji took off her belt and opened the zipper on her coat to be left with a sleeveless blue leather top. You were glad that she helped you to discard a part of her outfit since they were confusing to your eyes.

Her face was on your crotch once again and she took off your pants and your boxers slowly, being cautious as you were still a bit injured.

Your hard cock sprang out and throbbed instantly, finally feeling the cold temperature of the room. Yeji bites her lower lip as she looks at your cock standing proud, impressed by its size. She grasps it by the base, causing you to inhale air into your lungs until she starts stroking it fully, making you exhale in relief.

Precum starts to leak from your tip, hinting to Yeji that her handjob was going well. Her thumb collects it and spreads them all over your shaft as it keeps leaking more and more, eventually covering them as a whole. Your moans fueled Yeji to continue her work but her mouth was starting to water, hungry to get a taste of you.

"Get ready, baby. Mommy's gonna give you the best blowjob ever."

Without wasting any more time, she takes your cock inside her warm, inviting mouth. Starting with a slow pace, you throw your head back on the headrest, savoring how well her mouth was wrapped around your shaft. She was telling the truth about dying for your cock, her tongue was skillfully licking the underside of your shaft and swirling around your tip.

As she bobbed her head up and down to increase the pace, you closed your eyes. The extreme pleasure was felt in an instant because of your body being unconscious these past few days. You were even more sensitive than normal as your body kept shaking with pleasure as Yeji now fondled your balls with her left hand.

"Fuck mommy…" You moaned.

Yeji's eyes formed an inverted crescent upon hearing your moan. She continues to increase her pace on your cock, her mind sets a mission of wanting to make you feel good. That mission was already completed by how much you were moaning and sweating for her because of the pleasure.

When you looked down to see Yeji, you realized that her right hand was missing from your cock. Just then, you looked harder and noticed that she was touching herself as her leather pants were dangling on her knees, allowing her to gain access to her pussy. You knew it was hard for her to keep pleasuring you and herself, so you stopped her blowjob by holding onto her head.

"Mommy...let me help you." You told Yeji and she took the hint instantly as she released your cock from her mouth and turned her body around on her knees. At the same time, you laid down on the bed and Yeji moved backwards until her crotch was right in front of your face and vice versa.

She was dripping, her pussy glistening because of her wetness. You finish the job of taking off her pants alongside her panties and grab her thighs to bring them closer to your meal. Yeji was already back to her job of sucking your cock but suddenly, she moaned loudly as you pushed your tongue onto her clit, lightly penetrating it. Then, the whole of your lips sticks onto her pussy alongside Yeji now deepthroating your cock.

The ward room was filled with both of your moans, pleasuring each other at the same time. You were surprised that no one has opened nor knocked on the door. It was like the time was letting you feel this moment with Yeji. She continues to slightly choke herself on your cock while you lapped up every part of her pussy that was covered with her juices.

You knew that you were reaching your peak fast. You would love to see Yeji's mouth filled with your cum, but the sensitiveness of your cock right now can only be felt once in a while.

"Mommy, I wanna feel your pussy now." Yeji then pulls you out of her mouth, raises her body and straddles your stomach.

"You want mommy to fuck you?" Yeji said while tracing a pattern on your chest. You nodded quickly as a reply.

"You wanna feel how tight mommy is?" You nodded again but then, you were greeted by a hard slap on your left cheek.

"Don't ever tell mommy what to do." Yeji's tone was cold and harsh, throbbing your cock in response because of how scary and hot it was.

Her hand was back to your cock once again, stroking it gently with a smirk on her face. You didn’t know what she was planning to do, but you knew that it was definitely gonna be pleasuring. She raised her hips and hovered over your crotch, teasing the tip of your shaft on her pussy lips. Your breath started to come out shallow, the friction of her rubbing was getting into nerves as you grit your teeth when you felt a certain sensation hitting your body.

“M-Mommy, p-please…” You begged her.

“What was that baby?”

“Please fuck me mommy! I wanna feel mommy’s tight pussy and fill it up with my cum! Please mommy!” You gave in to her dominance, something that you never had done before.

Without saying any words back, she suddenly left the bed and grabbed something from her little pouch on the seat which was on her arm earlier. Before going back to the bed, she comes to your side and covers your eyes with some sort of cloth, your vision now was filled with darkness.

“Arms up.” You followed her instructions and Yeji ties both of your wrists to each side of the headboard with what you feel like a silky fabric.

“Hm, better.” You heard Yeji say before feeling the bed sink down and the warmness of her pussy was back on your erection. You also heard the sound of clothes being removed and thrown onto the floor, possibly her top and her bra which were the only things that were left on her body.

“Mommy’s gonna fuck you now since you begged for it.”

You didn’t even have time to prepare yourself as Yeji lowered down on your shaft, letting you feel the tightness of her pussy. She didn’t care about adjusting to your size anymore and kept slamming down her hips at a wild pace with a few satisfying groans from her sinful lips.

“Ahh fuck, you fill me up so well.” Yeji moaned as she slowed down her movements.

“Mommy’s so tight…”

Feeling that her hand was now on your stomach, you can imagine that Yeji was riding you with her ass facing towards you. You were a little frustrated at not having the vision of her perfect butt bouncing up and down your cock, but all these props that were put onto you were definitely increasing your arousal. Your shaft was drowned with her juices as you heard the wet sound of both of your crotches slapping against each other.

You never knew that you had a submissive side, and you have to thank Yeji for unlocking this new side of you. Sweat formed on both of your bodies as the air around was getting hotter due to her constant pace of riding your length. Suddenly, your cock impales her deeply until it reaches her g-spot, earning a loud sensual moan from Yeji.

“Fuck yeah, that’s the spot…”

Yeji penetrates herself in that same position over and over again. Her legs and body shakes in response, oxytocin fills her bloodstream in a large amount as her walls strongly clenches on your shaft. It wouldn’t take much longer for the both of you to reach your peak.

“Oh yeah, mommy’s going to cum all over your cock baby.”

“M-Me too, m-mommy, please don’t stop!”

“I would never.”

A few more slams was all it needed for Yeji to orgasm, drenching your cock with an enormous amount of her juices as her walls pulsated around your cock with such intense pressure. It causes you to hit your climax quickly after hers, emptying all of your build up load and filling up the entirety of her insides. You pull on the fabric on your wrists while moaning in a loud volume, wanting to hold her close as you orgasm but you were glad enough that you were deep inside her warm pussy.

“Ahh, fill me up, fill me up….” Yeji said as you sent a few more shots of your thick seed into her womb.

As you both were a panting mess, Yeji lifts off of your shaft inch by inch, both of your mixed cum slowly drips out of her before it leaks out in a large amount and stains the bed below. You felt Yeji’s hand taking off your blindfold and once your vision was back, a sight of Yeji showing her pink splayed lips that was messy with both of your juices. She sighed in satisfaction and leaned her head close to your ear to whisper something.

“From now on, you will be mommy’s fucktoy.”

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Doubtless

》 Lee Minho x Reader

》 Angst, Fluffy end

》 Pangs of jealousy could still hit an established relationship, or where Minho is a choreographer and Y/N can't help but feel jealous because of a certain idol Minho is teaching.

》 Wordcount: 2.5k

》 Warnings: mention of overwork, insecurity

》 a/n: I'm back, hi! hihi

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Being in a relationship with Minho hasn't been the easiest thing, but for you, it has been the bestest decision you have ever made.

You were college sweethearts, both of you meeting at an audition for the school's official dance group. After graduating, Minho decided to join a famous dance studio as one of its choreographers while you chose to focus on your professional field.

Adulting didn't come easy, as the two of you were bombarded with busy schedules for almost every week on end. It hasn't been the easiest thing, but after some time, the both of you have learned to adjust and manage your time. You have also decided to move in together, because 1.) you wanted to spend as much of your free time with each other as possible, and 2.) let's be honest, rent is expensive af.

Despite that, it was still difficult for you to spend quality time together because of Minho's hectic and jam-packed sched. Even in weekends, he would be busy coming up with dance moves for the kpop groups assigned to him. Hence, you usually make up to this by visiting him in the studio and bringing him your homecooked meals. You would bring a portion for you as well so you could eat with him. This is something that he adored so much, it eventually became a regular routine for weekends.

That Saturday was no exception. Wearing your favorite casual clothes plus Minho's purple hoodie, you drove to the dance studio with packed lunch for the both of you. You greeted the other dancers you met in the building, and there you met Momo, another buddy in your college dance group.

"Y/nnieeee!!!" Momo said, approaching you into a tight hug. "I've missed you!"

You returned the hug and giggled. "We only met like last week though?"

"That is forever ago. You should just work with us here so I could always hang out with you," Momo complained.

"Once I get fired in my current job, I'll be sure to send you my resume."

"Should I use my connections to get you fired, then?"

You talked with Momo for a while, until she remembered that she left her students unsupervised and she was only supposed to get some water.

"Minho is in Studio E," Momo said. "He's assigned to teach a rookie girl group, my forte, while I'm assigned to a dorky and loud boy group. Where's justice in that?" She sighed deeply. "Anyway. I'll get going. Let's grab coffee some time!"

You waved and watched as Momo begrudgingly trudged towards Studio A. You laughed a bit to yourself before heading to the opposite direction.

When you peered through the door of Studio E, you noticed at least six ladies sitting on the floor, talking and fanning themselves. You knocked twice before opening the door. Few of the girls looked up and bowed awkwardly. They probably thought you were just a staff bringing Minho some food.

The man in question, however, failed to notice you. He was busy giving a one-on-one lesson to another girl, them being the only ones standing. It probably shouldn't have irked you so much, seeing that Minho is a choreographer and it is, indeed, his job to teach idols their choreography. However, being a dancer yourself and watching them there for a solid minute, you know that the girl was just goofing around and pretending not to understand the moves. She even laughed and slapped Minho's chest jokingly as if they were close friends. You couldn't see your boyfriend's reaction from where you stood, but what you witnessed was enough to dampen your mood.

You fake-coughed, causing Minho to finally notice you. His eyes lit up, and that was almost enough to rebrighten your mood. Almost, for you could still see the girl he was teaching earlier, with her eyebrows shot up like she was annoyed for the interference.

Minho jogged to where you stood and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. This took him by surprise--you weren't usually the type of person to show skinship when there are strangers around. This made Minho smile, though, thinking that you just missed him too much.

"Lunch break, everyone," Minho told the girls. He then took your hand and led you out of the room towards the staff's pantry.

When you got there, Minho excitedly opened the lunch you prepared, asking you about your day as he did so. You tried to act normal--afterall, you have no reason to be jealous, right? Plus, this is Minho you're talking about. You've known each other for years, he's not gonna dump you for an idol he just met.

Right?

"Baby?"

Your head shot up, realizing that Minho was talking to you. "Yeah?"

He chuckled. "What's wrong? Stunned by my visuals yet again?"

You rolled your eyes, used to his teasing antics. "Just tired, I guess. Eat your meal before it gets cold."

His gaze softened. He reached for your hand, squeezing it a bit. "I told you, you could take some rest during weekends. You don't have to force yourself to drive all the way here to bring me lunch. You took overtime last night, I'm sure you've been busy in the office."

You smiled at him, reaching out to squish his cheeks. "And I told you, bringing you lunch would never be tiring for me if it means that I could spend time with this lovely face."

Minho grinned. "I'm irresistible, I know."

You playfully pinched his cheek. "Just eat, you handsome creature."

You watch Minho as he ate, admiring how he looked food-deprived by the way he gobbled his meal. For the nth time in your long relationship, you wondered how you got so lucky to have someone like him. At the same time, you wondered how long you would be this lucky--wondered how long you would be able to watch him up close like this. You wondered: did you really deserve him? And what will happen if he realizes that, no, he doesn't want you after all?

"Uhh.. Min?"

"Ggnnmm?" he grumbled in a mouthful of food.

You stifled your laughter, finding the moment too cute to be destroyed by your depressing thoughts. "Have I ever told you that you look like a cat when you eat like that?"

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It has been days since you visited Minho's studio. He was still teaching the girls you saw last weekend, due to the fact that "the choreo was too complicated" and a certain someone named Ahra was "finding certain parts difficult and needed to be trained personally by a professional choreographer." So of course, Minho can't say no. You visited once during the week, dropping off a change of clothes Minho forgot to bring, and you saw the girl again laughing and talking with Minho comfortably. Minho didn't seem annoyed. If anything, you felt like he was enjoying her company.

It was Friday when Minho came home and told you that he had to come with the girls to Gwangju where they would hold the music fest the following week.

"But why, though?" you asked Minho, genuinely confused. "You are a choreographer, not a manager."

"I know," Minho said. He looked tired, and part of you was feeling bad for questioning him like this. But you just can't help yourself--not after seeing that Ahra's body language towards your boyfriend. "But baby, their company pleaded for me to come with them to guide the group. They're rookies. They need as much help as they can."

A part of you understood. You wanted this relationship to be rational and matured. You promised to understand each other's line of work. So you just nodded, trying your best not to show your sadness... disappointment? Jealousy? All of the above?

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Weekend came. You told Minho you were going to hangout with Momo for lunch. It was one reason, but the other main reason was that you didn't want to see Ahra flirting with your man right in front of you.

Momo chose a Japanese restaurant for your weekend hangout, saying she missed the dishes she had back home. Right after you've placed your order, your friend made a show of placing her elbows on the table with her chin on her fingers, looking straight into your eyes. "Now spill the tea."

You chuckled. "What?"

"While I know that you value our friendship more than most of everything else, I know that you won't ditch Minho for a simple lunch opportunity. Now spill."

"Uhh... maybe I'm making time with you because you're gonna be away for three days in Gwangju?"

"Oh, that music fest? I'm not coming with them though," she said, casually sipping water. "I have whipped my group into magnificent perfection, they don't need me to tag along. Plus, what would I do there? Chaperone their asses on the bus? Teach them the choreo while they're sightseeing? Please."

You sighed. Yeah, it doesn't make sense for an outsourced choreographer to tag along an idol group. They have their own trainors. And the trip was for three days to allow the idols some time for broadcasted sightseeing. They won't have time for heavy dance practices.

"But Minho is coming with the group assigned to him," you mentioned.

Momo almost choked on her mineral water. "What? Why? And why haven't I heard of this?"

Oh.

You shrugged. "Maybe my boyfriend is onto something--someone--else."

Momo's gaze softened. "Y/n..."

"I mean, the way that Ahra flirted with him? I wouldn't be surprised."

"C'mon y/nnie, do you really think Min would cheat on you? After, what, your five-year relationship?"

"When faced with a beautiful idol, why not?" Your eyes were starting to get watery. You weren't much of an emotional person, but right at that moment, you just wanted to bawl your eyes out. "I mean, Ahra is beautiful, right? You've seen her. Tall, flawless, gorgeous. And talented, too. I've searched about her group, and turns out she's the main vocal." You pointed at yourself. "And what do we have here?"

"YA! Don't you ever look down on yourself like that!" Momo said, slapping the table. "Have you forgotten that you're the main dancer of our dance group? That you were scouted by the leading agencies and you turned them all down? That if you decided not to focus on your academics, you would have been one of the leading dancers in the whole country? Y/N!"

"But--"

"I'M NOT YET DONE. And even without considering those, do you really think Minho is only looking at a person's outward appearance? Do you really think that, y/n?"

"No..." you whispered. "Momo, I understand now, please tone your voice down a little."

Momo discreetly looked around and noticed a few people staring. She sighed, composed herself, and spoke in a calmer voice, "Do you remember when Minho courted you? He was so shy, he can't even look you in the eyes without turning beet red. Literally the entire dance group had to help him express his feelings for you."

You smiled at the memory, remembering a slightly younger Minho flushing red while holding out a bunch of flowers.

"And even months prior to that. He was so dense, his hyungs in the group literally had to smack his head for him to realize that he likes you, even when the entire campus could already notice his heart-shaped eyes whenever he's with you." Momo sighed. "My point is, do you really think a guy like Minho could cheat on you?"

You reminisced about all those years you have been together. Minho is a sweet, understanding person. He sees beauty in everything around him. He sees beauty in you even when you yourself couldn't see it. He was there through the happy and ugly times, and he never once let go of your hand. He has been patient with you through everything. He is the best man you have ever met.

Momo sighed again for the umpteenth time that day. "The biggest flaw on him though is that he's way, waaaay too dense. Remember that one time before you got together, a girl was obviously making a move on him and he didn't even know until the girl walked out calling him a jerk."

You laughed at that. "He's flirty at times but he's too numb when he's on the receiving end."

The two of you laughed at that.

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Later that day, Momo texted you. She checked in with the studio staff and apparently, Minho tagging along to the music fest was a special request by the higher ups of the girls' agencies, and it was a sort of rushed request. You thanked her for the information, mentally punching yourself for ever doubting Minho like that.

The following day was Minho's trip to Gwangju. You couldn't drive him to the station due to an urgent meeting, so you just gave him a hasty farewell kiss on the lips while he was preparing his breakfast. He just smiled up at you without saying a word. That small gesture made your heart clench, feeling guilty for doubting him and not spending time with him the day prior. You made a mental note to welcome him properly upon his return.

But for now, you have to survive those three incoming days alone in your apartment.

The whole day, you couldn't concentrate at work. You kept on worrying if Minho had arrived safely in his destination, if he had eaten enough, if he was warm and hydrated enough. When you asked him all these through text, he only replied with a short "don't worry too much 💝" You didn't know what to feel about it. He certainly felt that something was off, you thought. He was probably mad at me.

When you got home, a plastic of takeout on one hand and a heavy burden on your chest, you were prepared to be welcomed by the saddening darkness and silence of the night. But instead, what welcomed you was a candle-lit dining table filled with all your favorite food, complete with wine plus smooth music.

Minho stepped out from your shared room, a bouquet of roses in hand, smiling shyly while scratching his neck.

"This isn't really my thing..." he whispered.

Meanwhile you stood there, frozen in place, your jaw slack. "W-why... Min... but you're supposed to be...?"

Minho laughed. "I asked Felix to take my place. He gladly accepted." He walked closer to you, handing you the roses. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice if my one and only jealous baby has been acting weirdly?"

Your eyes widened. You dropped your gaze to the floor, embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Minho stepped closer, caging you in a hug. "I'm the one who should be sorry for making you feel like that. I should never allow you to feel like you're lacking in any way. I should never give you a reason to doubt my love for you."

"But there was no reason. I was just reaching when I assumed you--"

"Sshh." Minho tightened the hug and kissed the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a while, swaying gently with the soft music.

"I love you, y/n. Longer than forever, I'm yours."

"I love you, too, Minho. I will love you longer than forever."

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[degenerate-otaku]

Another one shot of Future Gohan and Trunks for yall

https://m.fanfiction.net/s/13896221/1/Before-the-Rain

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In the times that had followed the androids' destruction, younger generations were highly protected, as they were the earth's only hope. The government set up an initiative to get more children out of dangerous cities that housed gangs and violence.

Children and any family they had would move to countryside camps, wherein they would receive food, safety and education in return for doing manual labour such as farming and sewing, as well as taking care of the sick.

Trunks somewhat hated this, as it meant that many children in West City, including his own friends often moved away when things got too difficult, leaving him isolated, in terms of having friends his own age.

Sure, sometimes he'd visit, taking the underground railway system, or by hopping on the nimbus, or even flying when he had learnt to do so, but it felt like an arduous task.

However, when Gohan decided to volunteer as a teacher, Trunks thought it would be a good idea to attend full time, as the pair could go together. Trunks was surprised when the day before Gohan revealed he was rather nervous about it.

“C'mon, you're an amazing teacher to me, so I'm sure you'll be able to teach more kids!” Trunks reassured him, snuggling into bed. He always loved when Gohan would stay over at his house, it was so comforting to know he was right there beside him.

“Yeah...but that's you...and I've known you since you were born...and there's a lot of kids!” Gohan hung up his smart looking outfit, which Trunks remarked as being nerdy, on a hanger, before sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Trust me, they aren't as annoying as me. You'll be fine...Good night.” Trunks smiled at him before switching off his light and pretending to be asleep before Gohan could worry further.

Gohan sighed and tucked the boy in a little more before heading to sleep himself.

The next day, the pair flew to the makeshift school building, and landed away from sight before coming in together.

To keep Gohan distracted from his nerves, which Trunks viewed as highly irrational, considering Gohan was also "The Golden Warrior", he inquired,

“Doesn't your mom cook for the kids here a lot? My friends said that a lady called Miss Son is the most amazing lunch lady ever.”

“Huh? Oh...yeah,” Gohan laughed, lifting his head from the book held in his hands.

“I mean...she's used to cooking in massive quantities for me and for when my dad was around...it's a chance for her to share her...motherly-ness.” He smiled, then stopped at the door, listening to the sound of children chattering inside.

“You can do this!” Trunks grinned, taking his bag off his shoulder as he stepped in, Gohan following, the class immediately silenced, intrigued by the smart young man, that was clearly strong looking, his muscles bulging even in his clothes.

“Uh...Good morning class!” He began, picking up a pen and writing his name on the board.

“My name is Mr Son...and I will be your new teacher!” He smiled politely, awaiting a response.

“Oh my god, are you married to the lunch lady?!” A girl exclaimed.

Gohan frantically shook his head, “N-no, she's my mom!” His face had gone red as the class giggled, but he soon regained composure, laughing it off.

“Gosh, she cooks like that for you all the time?!” Another kid chimed in and he scratched the back of his head,

“Yeah...I guess so! I just hope she doesn't come in and embarrass me!” He answered.

Trunks gazed up at him from where he was sitting. He was glad to see his best friend adapting so well to his new job.

“Alright! Our first task is going to be a written task, which I'll get you to read aloud at the end.” He instructed them, handing out some paper, taking a look at every one of his new students.

“I want you all to write about what you did during your summer. Which programs did you volunteer in? Did you visit anywhere?”

He returned to his position at the front and passionately spoke, “I really wanna know about you guys! Oh...maybe I should take the register to learn your names...tell me if I mispronounce any!”

Gohan sat down, getting out the list of names and calling them out, one by one, receiving a pleasant "Good morning, Mr Son“ each time. It was strange to hear Trunks call him that, and by the sound of it, the title was strange for the boy to speak aloud too. The two just had to pretend as if they didn't know each other, Gohan made it a priority not to show favouritism towards him, but he knew it would be difficult.

He loved that boy unconditionally.

”Sir, how long do we have?“ A girl named Cherri, who he knew to be Trunks' friend that used to live not far from Capsule Corp, asked.

”Oh...right, I forgot to tell you that! Uh...you have until half past.“ He answered, before scribbling down more lesson ideas in his book.

The truth was that he had no clue about what he was doing. He was planning his lessons as he went along.

The time passed quickly, and Gohan decided to pick out random students to read out what they had wrote. A few passed, and he made some notes about them in his book.

”Alright, last but not least is Trunks.“ Gohan called out to him, snapping the boy out of a daydream.

”Oh, ok...“ He reluctantly stood and read from the paper, ”Last summer, I mostly stayed at home, played video games and studied. I went to the beach with my mom a few times....uhh I watched TV and...uh yeah.“ He sat back down.

”...that's it? That's all you wrote?“ Gohan glared at his student, hoping he had a good response.

”Yeah.“ Trunks replied, thinking nothing of it.

”Trunks, you had half an hour and you wrote 3 sentences.“ Gohan sounded stern and the class silently watched.

”Well, you already know what I did last summer, Gohan-“ Trunks gasped and the class was confused.

”Wait, is he your brother?“ The boy next to Trunks, who was also his good friend asked and the whole class started chatting.

Gohan cleared his throat and sighed,

”Yes...well...I am very close to Trunks, our families are too...but this does not mean I favour him over any of you.“ He calmed the situation, then spoke directly to Trunks,

”I need you to show the same level of respect to me as everyone else in here, too, ok? It is the morning of the first day, so I will let this slide, but please give more effort.“

Trunks nodded, but rolled his eyes, slumping back in his chair, when Gohan turned to the whiteboard and wrote down the title of the next lesson, before collecting in the students' essays and handing out exercise books.

The next lesson would be a boring maths lesson, which Trunks sat through. He was ahead of his peers in scientific and mathematical subjects, thanks to his master's teaching, so sitting through a recap of something he found so simple was like watching paint dry.

Whenever Trunks raised his hand, he felt like Gohan always asked someone else. He didn't like being ignored.

He knew the answers to everything, it was incredibly annoying to hear someone who clearly didn't know something harder than expanding brackets in algebra, try to solve the equation on the board that Trunks could do in his head.

Gohan was encouraging and made sure the students felt no shame in making mistakes.

”Alright, Cherri, so now you need to get the unknowns on one side of the equation.“ Gohan advised her, writing on the board the step she just explained with his help.

The girl stammered, her face going a little red from the attention.

”The answer is 4!“ Trunks, finally fed up, called out the answer.

”Well, yes, that is correct, but I wasn't asking you, I was asking Cherri.“ Gohan put down his pen and his serious tone returned.

”She obviously didn't know!“ Trunks folded his arms, determined to not apologise for doing what he thought was right.

”It's rude to interrupt, regardless.“ Gohan told him, before moving on.

Finally, it was time for break and when Trunks decided he was going to talk to Gohan, he was surprised to find girls in his class talking to him instead, asking him tons of questions.

”So, you work out?“ One asked, taking a look at his arms.

”Of course he does, just look at him!“ Her friend cut in and Gohan blushed and nodded, explaining his reasons, which Trunks knew to be false.

”Oh, hey, Trunks!“ Gohan spotted him and took his opportunity to get out of that conversation.

”I wanted to have a chat about before.“ He approached his pupil, who was causing him some concern.

”Oh...same.“ Trunks fiddled with the sleeves of his jumper, something he always did when he was nervous, which Gohan took notice of.

”Why did you feel like you could do that?“ Gohan's voice was calm; it always made Trunks feel more at ease.

”I dunno...it just felt like...you were ignoring me. I just got a bit fed up...because I already knew the stuff and you weren't asking me.“ The teen shrugged his shoulders, not meeting his eye.

”Trunks,“ Gohan placed his hand on his shoulder, making the boy glance up at him.

”I just want to know what the others know. I know you're able to do this, but most of them aren't.“

Gohan did make sense, but Trunks was stubborn. His mother said it was a trait of his father, though she was stubborn too.

”I spend a lot of time with you...and I love spending time with you...but it's not fair to give you all my focus...

You know I really love you, right?“

That was enough to make Trunks smile.

”I know...thanks, Gohan...I mean Mr Son.“ Trunks giggled before running off.

Gohan watched as the other kids played together gleefully. It was heartwarming to see them be actual kids and enjoy their disrupted youth. It only made him more determined to fight for their safety and teach them well.

'I might be an even better teacher than you, Mr Piccolo...'

He smirked, hoping Piccolo could hear him somewhere, feeling proud of him.

[charrfie]

Alright now that its officially Forzen Friday let's try this post again since it didn't show up in the tags last time-

I'M FINALLY MAKING A FORZEN HC DUMP (kinda AU-ish territory but not really idk exactly) AND NONE OF YOU CAN STOP ME

There are also a few other hcs sprinkled in here related to other characters (like Darnold and Sunkist for example) but Forzen is the main focus!! Despite him being a minor character I latched onto him and fleshed him out sm yall have no idea

Everything under the cut bc this shit is gonna be LONG (and there's also some more doodles that take up a bit of space!)

Also uhh if people like this I might take one for another hlvrai character later bc I have a lot to say about everyone!!

Forzen moved from France to the US with his parents when he was around 12 or 13 (yes, I'm aware that Scorpy and Holly are French Canadian and not France French but that doesn't mean Forzen can't be, I'm just being sure to say this now before someone says something to me about it)

He wanted to go to college and eventually become a game dev, but he didn't have the funds or the support for it (his family thought anything to do with games would amount to a career that would go nowhere).

Because of this, he instead was recruited in the US military. He originally had no intent to join, but after constantly being harrassed recommended to join and being entertained with the concept of being able to afford and pay for college, he caved (hence him telling the science team that his only goal is "to graduate").

He doesn't like his job very much if that wasn't clear.

And neither do most others that have the same job like him.

He was put on a "team" of his own, Team Nice, which was likely arranged as a guaranteed way to get Forzen in the way of danger, and with no one else fighting beside him, he would be easily dealt with- no one would have to worry about him bothering them again. However, he somehow manages to survive all of this, of course. Somehow. He likely knows the real reason he was assigned his own team (if you can even call it that), but refuses to fully acknowledge it for his own sanity, and instead pretends that he's some big, important person on a team that ranks so highly, he's the only one qualified to be in it. (I apologize ahead of time for giving one of the most shitposty and throwaway characters in hlvrai this much depth and angst, there was just potential there leave me alone)

Fast forward to the actual events of hlvrai though. This hc is a little outlandish but I really like the concept!!! So, at one point, Forzen is killed, presumably by some kind of creature that was out and about due to the RenCas. The science team + Benrey stumble across him (act 2 part 2 at around 13 min in for anyone curious), and Benrey decides to use the healing beam Sweet Voice on him. While Benrey and Forzen may not be on good terms anymore, Benrey still very begrudgingly cares about him and didn't want to see him get injured or die. Forzen wakes up a minute or so after the science team exits the room, assuming that he just passed out, nothing more, and goes along with things as normal.

He meets Darnold a while after his first (concious) run in with the science team. Darnold has recently dealt with the science team and helped them out, but is pretty bummed that he couldn't travel with them, as everything was far too scary and dangerous for him. Forzen, wanting to escape Black Mesa and the military altogether, ends up making a deal with him that he'll handle all the dangerous stuff if Darnold can show him a way out.

Now, meeting Darnold is a very new experience for him, since Darnold actually enjoys his company, and actually wants to befriend him! At first, Forzen openly tries to act as if Darnold is a huge deal to put up with- he goes along with with the whole "if you're escaping outta this hellhole with me, you better keep up" kinda deal (despite the fact that he kinda NEEDS Darnold to escape and show him the way out). His walls are still very much so raised, and he doesn't let his guard down as he's not used to others caring about him and his safety. But as time passes, he begins to realize that maybe Darnold DOES want to be his friend, and the tough guy act becomes less apparent.

To preface this next one- Sunkist sensed that something was up (he has a next-level sense of danger when it comes to Tommy's safety) and got to BM as fast as he could, searching every hallway for his boy. This is when Forzen finds him!! He figures that taking Sunkist as a hostage would be enough to get extra info out of the team that's been practically plaguing him lately.

Darnold doesn't know about Forzen's plans to take Sunkist hostage, so is completely fine with traveling alongside him. At one point though, Forzen and Darnold get separated (Forzen occupies him, makes sure hes safe and then runs off to deal with Sunkist). Darnold immediately uses his surroundings to model a quick little teleporter device to get Forzen back, because, you know, the man's a genius. Idc if its logical or not just go with it shhh I've gotta fill in the plotholes with something. That's why Forzen disappears all of a sudden after he's cornered by the science team. He just pops back in front of Darnold suddenly, all confused and loopy from the whole teleportation thing.

As things begin to wind down, Darnold and Forzen make it out of BM and start making a break for it, no idea how they'll get away from BM and to safety somewhere- they didnt really think things through.

Fortunately (or unfortunately for Forzen really), however, G-man picks both of them up. He means to drop Darnold off at Tommy's party, as he observed that Darnold helped his son to safety and is grateful for it. Forzen, though, he intends to "deal with" for messing things up so badly with Tommy, Sunkist, and all of Tommy's friends. This is where Darnold finds out about everything Forzen did and frankly gets really pissed with him since he thought he only had good intentions??? Luckily though, Darnold convinces G-man to give him a second chance, let him go to Tommy's party and apologize, and try things again. G-man, for some reasons agrees- probably bc hes in a good mood, as it IS his son's birthday.

The party is pretty uncomfortable to say the least. Tommy's extremely hesitant to talk to Forzen, but he does, and they end up on neutral terms by the end of it. Uneasy, but neutral. Tommy and Darnold hit it off though, and Tommy opens the invitation to Darnold that he can visit his place anytime now that everything at BM is over with.

As everyone's getting ready to leave, Forzen mentions to Darnold that he doesn't have a place to stay, seeing as the entire military was kinda. Yknow. Wiped out. Obviously wouldn't wanna go back to check anyways. And he has no interest in going home to his parents. So Darnold agrees to let him stay with him since they've become good pals over the course of everything.

Over time, Darnold visits Tommy more and more often. He starts bringing Forzen along, which Tommy is iffy of at first, but their dynamic starts to change and become more comfortable once Tommy sees that Forzen isnt interested in being enemies anymore.

Sunkist and Forzen still don't get along for a very long time. Or, well- it's moreso that Sunkist is very wary about Forzen, despite him not doing anything to harm either Sunkist or Tommy.

Oh yeah and almost forgot to mention one of my favorite hcs (that I PROMISE you started out as a joke but then I got attached) is Sunkist can talk!! So his first spoken interaction with Forzen after Forzen comes over to visit for the first time is literally just him being all threatening and laying down the ground rules bc he doesn't want Forzen to hurt Tommy at all in any way. And of course Forzen about has a heart attack bc "HUH??????? THERE'S A DOG THAT IS SPEAKING HUMAN WORDS TO ME"

UHH I HAVE MORE (I've written out so much shit about dynamics and what I'd think would happen even after all of this) BUT I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE TOO LONG like it already is SO I SUPPOSE I'LL LEAVE IT AT THAT FOR NOW!!!! I hope this isn't too ooc either, I just have Emotions about this series and write too much so why not share it yknow

[supportanimy]

Crucified & Keep In Touch - Family Pt 1

Synopsis: Keep in Touch's coach visits the ghosts and claim that they're related to one of them

Word count: 793

Notes: I have not written a full continuation, but the next one is related and should prpbably be read

P1 - Charlotte

P2 - Benson

P3 - Martha

P4 - Everett

Keep in Touch - Tommy (they/them)

"Why does this child insist on staying here, even after all our scares and traps?" Charlotte complains.

"Have you guys ever noticed how much our language has changed from when we were living?"

"Shut your mouth, Benny. I'm trying to be sad, but you ruined the vibe!"

"Yeesh, sorry."

"Maybe we can just try to ask them to leave," Martha suggested, before pausing. "The child mentioned their pronouns were they/them, yes?"

"Yes, Martha, they did say that," Everett confirmed. "Not sure why one would mention their pronouns while haunted, but okay."

"Would they really leave if we just ask them to?" Benson ponders.

"Found you guys!" A new voice joins them. "So, as I was planning to do when I first came here, I'm trying to find someone. Which one of you is Martha?" Said woman flinched when her name was mentioned.

She teleports directly in front of the only living person in the room. "How did you know my name?"

"Okay, personal space first," they try to push away the ghost, but their hand just phases through. "Never- mind. My name is Tommy, and you are my great-great-great-great-great grand aunt. Wait, was that four or five greats? Doesn't matter, the point is we're related and I wanted to meet you!" They put out their hand to shake before quickly pulling it back after remembering the ghosts' current state.

There was silence for a while, until Benson broke it. "We didn't catch any of that, you talk too fast."

"Oh. Well basically, you are my family. A very distant one, but family nonetheless. You're my ancestor's sister," Tommy explains slowly.

Martha had stopped listening from their first explanation. Her family? Those wretches can barely even be considered human. She was a noble, but those monsters refused to even acknowledge her existence and actively attempted to hide it from the public. She's a shame to their name, they would say. All because of two facts about her.

"Hey, are you listening?"

That snapped the woman out of her thoughts.

"Because you looked like you weren't listening, and you're the one who I want listening but you weren't, soo..."

"How could we possibly be related?" She interrupts their thought. "We...look nothing like each other," she hesitates to explain why.

"Oh," Tommy repeats. "Like I said, we're very distantly related. And times have changed since you were alive, what with it being two centuries and all."

"Huh, I was gonna ask about that," Charlotte thinks out loud before Everett elbows her stomach. "Hey, you can't do that to a lady!"

"It's the 21st century according to them, and I like to think times have changed enough for this."

"So you're my...brother's descendant? How did you even find that out?"

"Yes! Um," Tommy stuttered on a few words before continuing slowly. "Our family is not that rich anymore, but I heard from Gran Gran, that's my grandma's grandma, about our family history and how you died at a young age, even for the time. I was thinking that since I just moved out of my parents' house, I could find a place near here and visit."

"Uhh, this is a haunted house," Benson interjects. "One cannot simply visit."

"According to Wikipedia, no one has actually died after you guys. Some attempts to exorcise you all have been made, but experts say to just leave you alone since you're all bark and absolutely no bite," the teen shows their phone to the ghosts' offended expressions.

"E-excuse me? ExcUSE ME?!" Yells Everett. "I have spent 200 years successfully deterring anyone who dares enter-"

"No, you didn't."

"Goddammit."

"Now that I think about it..." Tommy takes a look around the mansion, "you guys don't mind if I stay here, right? Rent is way too expensive, and I'll contribute by cleaning up or something."

"You can't, even if we would let you," the only ghost wearing glasses states. "The water supply has been cut out for decades."

"Right...Wait, I almost forgot what I was here for!" Tommy takes out a book from the backpack they've been carrying, and opens it to reveal a picture album.

"So, Gran Martha, can I call you that? Gran Martha, I've been compiling copies of photographs and paintings of all of my family into this here dandy album. I was wondering if I could take a picture of you, and maybe copy the painting to paste it here too? And then we could-"

"No."

Tommy paused. "Say that again-"

"No. Get out. Now." A red energy begins forming around Martha.

"Wait, but-"

"Get out before I make you."

The last words terrified Tommy, even more than the scares, making them run away.

"Hey, what the hell, Martha?"

-

The two facts about Martha will be revealed in a part 2, and the physical differences from Martha and Tommy is implying that Tommy is biracial.

God i hate this

[oh-jjg]

GIRLFRIEND TAG

(Kim Namjoon ed.)

Author's note: I've been wanting to write wholesome things about BTS having a girlfriend and trying the game 'Girlfriend Tag', in which the boys will ask series of questions about themselves to their s/o to find out how well they know their boyfriends.

(P.S. this is my first time publishing my work, so I'm sorry if it has bunch of errors, and also, English is not my first language huhuhu)

Setting: The two of you are inside of your bedroom when you suggested to vlog and play the game.

When he agreed to do it with you, you immediately hopped off the bed to set-up the camera at the foot of your bed which captured the view of your love nest with a Namjoon laying comfortably while reading a new book he got from his recent tour.

He's wearing a plain white tee and a silk PJs that you had bought for him while he was away. It suits him well and he seemed to like it.

You instructed him to sit at the end of the bed and be the host for this vlog (because he will be the one to ask the questions) and told him you will host in his channel.

He started by impersonating your YT intro and telling your viewers what you two will be doing.

KNJ: For the first question, what is my favorite color?

Y: Oh that one's easy, you like monochromatic colors, but if you have to choose one, it's probably black---but lately, you've been into pink and idk why

KNJ: And? You forgot something.

You zoned out at his eyes for a bit, trying your best to remember what it was.

Y: What?

KNJ: You definitely know that, I swear.

You felt pressured when he threw you an It's-okay-I-won't-be-mad-but-I-might look, but thank God you remembered it after few tries of recalling your past convos in your head.

Y: OH VIOLET!

A rush of excitement and confidence flood through you making you whack Joon's arm.

KNJ: Close, but--

Soft chuckles came out of his plump lips when he saw your reaction after he shook his head no.

Y: "NO? AH! PURPLE!???"

You were so anxious waiting for his response, but a sigh of relief escaped from you when he nodded.

KNJ: Correct.

He looked at the camera to complain at the armys who were watching about you for forgetting the color purple.

Y: What's the difference? They look the same to me.

KNJ: They look alike but they differ in intensity, though they have a similar meaning.

He said, emphasizing the word 'alike'.

STILL KNJ: Put it this way, it's like calling your identical twin with your name.

Fair point.

You nod your head slowly, agreeing to what he had said.

Y: Next!

You were excited to answer his questions but your face went blank when he asked you the next one.

KNJ: How many children do I want to have in the future, and why?

You tried to remain calm for the camera. It was a sensitive topic to discuss in front of millions of people following you and your boyfriend because it hasn't been that long when the two of you came out to the public to announce that you are officially dating and a lot of fans didn't react well upon hearing the news.

So you tried to confirm it by asking a dumb question.

Y: Uhh.. kids? As in babies?

With a nervous laugh he answered back.

KNJ: Yes, babies.

He assured you that it's okay to answer by patting your back and flashing a smile at you.

Y: Uhh...

You started to speak, but nothing comes out. Namjoon looked at you once again to nod and gesture his hand telling you to continue.

Y: Hmm before, Joonie told me that he only wanted to have one of any gender.

You took a pause to look at Namjoon's beaming face.

Y: but yesterday, he said he wants 3, 2 boys and a girl.

Giggling, you pinched Namjoon's cheek.

KNJ: Next, most favorite place I've traveled/visited?

Y: That's unfair, you've gone to a lot of places already.

You looked upwards, searching, as if answers are painted on the ceiling. You hummed while thinking but you just couldn't think of any. You glanced at your boyfriend who's waiting for your answer and you grabbed the opportunity to let him know that you have no idea so please, giving a hint would be helpful.

KNJ: I'm not giving any hints, that's cheating.

Y: Oh come on, bruuuuuuuuh it's just a hint.

KNJ: I will deduct it to your final score.

Y: Just give me 3 hints for every 10 questions, and if you let me have hints, I will let you watch our favorite series without me interrupting to ask you a question.

KNJ: Try harder

Y: Fine, I will let you watch it even if I'm away or asleep.

KNJ: Deal.

After long bickering and negotiation, he decided to give you one, just one.

He squinted his eyes, sighing, making sure to give you the most minimal hint he could think of.

KNJ: It's a city.

Y: A city?

Joon waited for your answer, but he still got nothing.

Y: Wait---THAT'S THE HINT?

Namjoon rolled his eyes, trying to hold back his laughter.

KNJ: Okay, home of steaks and hamburgers.

Your eyes went wide your mouth formed an 'o' when a sudden realization struck you.

Y: Oh I forgot about that. New York City.

You're getting all confident and cheeky again after answering his question correctly.

You turned your head to look at him when he was taking too long to ask you another. You saw that he was reading the next question but he was hesitating to read it out loud so you asked him what was wrong.

KNJ: It's kinda R-18, I'm gonna skip it.

Y: I'm cool with it.

KNJ: But we have viewers who are below 18.

You were curious to know what the question was that made Namjoon dead serious and read it yourself.

Y: What's your favorite sex posi--

To your surprise, Namjoon was quick to respond, all you knew was that you were being tackled down back to the bed by your boyfriend before you could even comprehend or finish reading the question.

When you realized what it was,

Y: *Dies in Laughter*

KNJ: That's all for today's vlog, I hope you all enjoyed watching.

Y: *Still laughing in the background*

Namjoon threw you one last glare before turning off the camera,

but before it completely went off

"Doggy" was shouted in between laughter.