#when i see an idol with a dog i promptly pass away

[lovelyhan]

[rest]

[nightowlfandom]

Anime! Fictional! BTS x Real World! Reader- Welcome To My World~ Episode 1

HEY HEY! IM SO EXCITE! Btw who here plays BTS World? This is very loosely based off that.

I need to download it again tbh.

CHECKOUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

Leggo!

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What does it mean to escape? To get away. If it means leaving behind all you know, all you’ve been raised to know, all you’ve been led to believe, with just yourself and the clothes on your back. Scary, but thrilling. Terrifying, but inviting. Unbelievable, but definitely possible....

...

On a early Tuesday morning where the sun was barely grazing the orange sky, you sat by your windowsill. You were dreamily staring out into the halo that was a mixture of red and orange. The halo of greyish clouds matched your mood to a complete tee. The aesthetic beauty of nature wasn’t enough to make you smile or even blink twice, however. It was always like this though. Yet something about this scene made you go sour.

Releasing a sigh, you stepped away from the window, shutting the curtains. Another day, the same thing. All you could do was attempt to power through.

As you lazily pulled your shirt over your head, you had managed to dodge that annoying dog. The little brat wasn’t even yours, but your oh-so loving step-sister’s. He always had a affinity for making your room a hot mess.  Only yours in particular. 

“Get out of here you little-.” you chased the dog out of your room, slamming your door as it scurried off. “What did you screw up this time?” you curiously scanned the room. Everytime that little fluffy beast rammed his little head into your personal space, something would end up broken, ripped, shattered, or completely destroyed beyond repair. 

You almost screamed when you saw a familiar book cover on the floor. You instantly dropped to your knees, praying to yourself that it wasn’t true. The cover had a pretty violent looking rip along with the first few pages. 

Your absolute reason for waking up in the morning was tarnished. A signed cover of BTS Universe Issue #1. Probably your one and only favorite series on planet Earth. You gingerly picked up the book, trying to inspect it with hopes that the damage was minimal. As little as this was, you almost felt like crying. However there was no time, you needed to tape up the pages and fast! Who cares if you missed breakfast.

...

“Morning Y/N!” Your step-dad greeted you in the kitchen. “You were upstairs an awful long time, I was about to send your mother to see if you were still up playing that game of yours!” he smiled warmly.

“Thanks Mr. Chai.” you replied politely. “I’m sorry I’m so late.”

“You know...Y/N...you could call me Dad.” he set a plate down on the table. “I know I’m not your father, but I want to be the best father-figure for you because I know...you haven’t really had that.”

You had to stop yourself from saying anything else. You haven’t had the best parental relationship, and your new step-dad really was trying. Maybe it was just his daughter that drove you nuts.

“Thank you.” you replied, smiling. “...Dad.” you winked, making finger guns. “Geez! You made a lot of food for just the four of us”

“ Well you ain’t see muffin, yet!” he winked. “You and Nari have a busy day today. She auditioning and you, my friend....well I don’t know exactly what you have planned for the day.”

“I’ll tell you if we can skip the food related puns.” you sat down at the table. It was a rule that everyone waited for everyone else. Even though you had taken the extra time to repair your copy of BTS Universe, you had seemed to be the first person down the stairs. In all honesty, you were just going to hang out at the comic store until Nari called to tell you she was done.

“Hey now, Donut kill my vibe!” he continued, laughing. “I have a million more of these, come on. Don’t go bacon my heart, Y/N.”

“Good job Y/N, you’ve gotten him started.” You mom came down the stairs in her little blazer and pencil skirt. “Whatever will we do now.”

“He did it himself, the guy’s an animal! You married a wild child, mom.” you joked. “He might just be a serial killer.”

“Don’t you mean...cereal killer?” he held up a box of Raisin Bran to make his point. You could only shake your head as your mother and step-father laughed together. Food related humor so early in the morning had to mean today wasn’t going to be a horrible as it started, at least for you.

“WHERE ARE MY THIGH HIGH BOOTS!” you heard a screech from upstairs. “THEY BETTER NOT BE IN YOUR ROOM, Y/N!”

“...WHY WOULD I WANT TO WEAR YOUR SHOES!” you yelled back after taking in a deep breath. “NARI, IF I WANTED TO BREAK MY ANKLES, I’D HAUL MYSELF DOWN THE STAIRS.”

“When will you two get along?” your mom shook her head. “It’s been three years.” 

“We don’t not get along.” You shook your head. “Not my fault she’s difficult.”

“I can think of a few times you’ve been difficult yourself, young lady.” you mother pointed a stern finger at you. “Like when you locked yourself in the room to read that silly cartoon of yours.”

“It’s not silly.” you defended yourself.

“Oh come on!” Nari’s voice voice could be heard alongside some loud footsteps. “I think it’s cute to be honest. Y/N here actually has a hobby besides stalking celebrities online.”

“Shut up, Nari.” you grumbled. “And keep your dog out of my room! He ruined my signed copy of BTS Universe!”

“Dorie got out again?” she seethed, looking annoyed. “I really have to put a bell on that dog.”

“Yeah.” you sighed, you bummed mood returning. Everyone knew just how much you loved that edition. You kept in in a super special display case, you cleaned the case every week, you kept your other issues on their own bookshelf along with your figurine and digital visual novel editions of the series. You were even on the buyer’s list for the special early anime release. You LOVED this series. Not even Nari dared to disrespect something as important as that, and she loved getting under your skin.

“I’m sure you’ll be able to find another one.” your mother set down a bowl of cereal in front of you along with a muffin. “Now eat, you have a big day today.”

“Yes mam.” you replied, helping yourself to some cereal.

“If you want, you can take a muffin or bagel with you.” your step dad said. 

“Dad! I can’t, I have to be super focused remember? Breakfast will just slow me down!” Nari scoffed.

“Not having breakfast will make it even worse, dummy. Dude, you’re gonna pass out on stage.” you threw a tiny cereal piece at her. “Eat something.”

“I’ll eat later, I just have my eye on the prize and nothing is going to stop me.” Nari stood up determined. 

“Will you at least eat some toast, crazy girl.” your mother said. “Y/N’s right, you need to at least have eaten something to calm your nerves. Y/N make sure Nari eats something before you two go your separate ways.”

“I’ll try, no promise.” you shrugged. “Nari, if you’re done, then get your stuff and let’s go.” You promptly finished your cereal and went to go back upstairs. “You got ten minutes.” 

“What’s her deal?” you could hear Nari ask, followed by an sudden whispering of your mom stating exactly what she thought was wrong with you. Your bet was on ‘everything’.

You walked back into your room, grabbing your purse from your desk. You eyed your taped up issue of BTS Universe #1. There was no way you were going to find another issue like that, and that damned dog just treated it like a loved toy. You grabbed your phone and shoved it into your purse. You went over to where the issue was and placed it on your desk. 

“NARI LET’S GO!” you shut the bedroom door behind you as you walked out the room. 

...

You sped to a stop outside the building. Nari was shaking in her shoes. She seemed hesitant to even open the door. 

“Call me when you’re finished so I can pick you up.” you said, getting ready to unlock the doors.

“You’re leaving me!?” Nari looked like she was about to explode.

“Hello?! It’s idol trainees only?” you raised an eyebrow. “I can’t go in there with you. Nari what’s the problem?”

“...Um...I’m nervous alright! I’m giving up almost everything and if I don’t get chosen...I’ll just prove my dad right. I need this.” she stared down at her hands. “I’m not used to being a reject. I don’t know how you-”

“You wanna leave here with two working legs, I suggest you don’t finished that sentence.” you cut her off. “I’m not a reject.”

“That’s not what I was gonna say. I’m saying I don’t know how you deal with nerves like this.” she looked like she was gonna pass out. 

“...You just do.” you nudged her shoulder. “You just go for it and hope. Go for it.”

“...Okay, I’ll try.” she opened the door. “...Thank you.” she stood up. “I’ll call you when I’m all set.” she shut the door. 

“I’ll literally be at the store around the corner.” you replied before driving off. You watched in the rear view as she took her sweet time going into the building. 

...(Later on)

You trudged behind Nari as she ran through the door. She seemed happy, so that must have meant the audition went well.

“I’m gonna take a nap.” you called to your mom and step-dad. “See you guys at dinner!”

You didn’t wait for them to reply before you closed the door. As you walked over to your bed, you noticed a disc laying on your bed. Just a random DVD. The closer you got, the font on the front got clearer.

“BTS World?” It didn’t look familiar in the slightest. “It’s called BTS Universe, Nice try Nari.” you wrote it off as a stupid prank by your oh-so-loving Step-Sister. It was only then you realized Nari was with you all day. 

You took another look at it, gently taking it in your hands. It looked like it was glowing. 

Call it curiosity, but you needed to know.

Your laptop was sitting at the edge of the bed, so you put the disc in. 

“State your name.” a voice came out of nowhere. 

“What?” you looked around in shock. The voice sounded like it came from right behind you.

“Please state your name.” the female robotic voice repeated. 

“Y/N.” 

“Are you sure that you want Y/N as your name?”

“Um Yes?” you raised an eyebrow. You still didn’t know what the fuck was going on.

“Would you like to start a new game? You don’t appear to have any saved filed under the name Y/N.”

Maybe you were sleepier than you thought, but you ran with it. “Yes.”

“Starting new game....now”

Your screen began glowing a bright blue, a vivid, saturated blue. It was like your screen had turned into a flashlight. 

“What the fu-” you suddenly stared at your hands, the very tips of your fingers turned pixelated. “MOM!!!” You tried to scream, only to have it come out in the form on an echo. You felt your feet leave the ground as tiny little pixels moved towards your computer. You could see the color draining from your walls, leaving everything white. It was like an earthquake ran through your room...only through your room.

Then...everything went dark.

...

(Why hello there...LET US PREPARE. I’m gonna go through with it this time, I swear on my bacon! The guys are coming next chappie!)

[fallinnflower]

it all goes to you

ten x reader x johnny ?, (angst to fluff, friends to lovers, non-idol!au)

a/n: i don’t wanna spoil it so it’s technically a surprise ending~

You first meet Johnny and Jaehyun during your first year of university, when you land a tech job at the campus radio station. It’s not the most interesting one in the world, but it’s better and more aligned with your interests than working in the campus cafeteria. Their set, Night Night, just happened to be the last one you worked every Friday evening, and so you often ended up walking across campus with them.

The two of them lived in a frat just off the edge of campus with a few of their friends (whom you’d met through their guest hosting on the radio show), but they were always willing to walk you back to your dorm hall before backtracking to their house. 

Eventually, either Johnny or Jaehyun or one of their roommates (serving as a guest for the night) would bring you coffee or food along with them, or invite you out after the show. While you hadn’t gotten the job with the intention of making friends, you suddenly found yourself welcomed into the friendly frat’s circle.

And it's through the frat and radio show that you officially met Ten.

You had a couple of classes with Ten, but neither of you had ever really spoken to each other — in part because you were too intimidated by his good looks. 

(After his first guest radio appearance he suddenly slid into the seat beside you in your shared morning class, leaving you startled and flustered.

“Y/N!” He’d greeted, “I didn’t recognize you without those big headphones on.” You’d been a little confused by his statement, because you didn’t think those radio show headphones made you look very different, but you managed a laugh as he pulled out his notebook and books.

You two have been seat-mates in your shared classes ever since, and you’d only fallen harder.)

Despite seeing Ten more often, you still find yourself being closest with Johnny and Jaehyun (though Lucas argues that he’s your true best friend) as far as the boys in the frat go. It’s not to say that they aren’t all nice, but they’re the ones you spend the most time with. Also, Johnny’s room is the best to nap in; he has a lot of plushies. 

With that being said, you fully expect the invitation you get to celebrate Johnny’s birthday at the frat house when it happens to fall on a weekend, and also fully expect being asked to help set up.

The house is already insane when you show up, and the party hasn’t even properly started; Johnny and Jaehyun are still out getting the alcohol and snacks, and everyone else is rushing to make things looks presentable before Taeyong and Ten got home from dance practice. 

You make your way into Johnny’s room to drop your backpack (and to avoid Mark inevitably asking you for help moving the couch, your back didn’t need that). When you come back downstairs, Lucas has been roped into helping him, and Taeyong and Ten are toeing off their shoes in the entryway. It’s stupid, but you feel butterflies in your stomach as Ten pushes his hair back out of his eyes and looks up to grin at you. Taeyong does the same as they both pass by you to go upstairs and take showers, both of them sweaty and tired from their practice.

You watch Ten go up the stairs, nearly sighing at yourself for not saying anything like the lovesick fool you are, but Taeil doesn’t give you time to mope when he suddenly drags you into the kitchen to help him cook dinner, then set up snack bowls when Johnny and Jaehyun arrive.

“So, are you excited?” Johnny asks, nudging you with his elbow as you both dump bags of chips into bowls. You scoff and nudge him back.

“What, for you to get drunk and clingy? No thanks.” Johnny ruffles your hair, laughing, and you swat his hand away.

“Ten sometimes gets clingy when he’s drunk, too.”

“Shut up,” you whine, pushing him away.

“Hey, don’t be mean,” Johnny pouts. “It’s my birthday.” You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile.

“Yeah.” Johnny slings an arm around your shoulders and you lean into his side for a moment before nudging him to get back to work with you on the snack bowls.

All the boys (excepting Mark and Ten, who are a little too thick to catch on) know how you feel about Ten. You aren’t exactly good at being subtle, quick to blushing and easy to fluster. Normally, it isn’t so bad that they know, but it only gets worse when they got drunk and meddlesome. 

And, oh God, are they getting drunk tonight. 

Johnny in particular seems excited, and you imagine the liquid courage is just making him act on his unfailing optimism when he starts leading you towards the closet and shoving Jaehyun to go get Ten. When he pushes you in and you step on a board game, feeling the box break under your heel, you can only think they deserve it for all the trouble they’re putting you through. 

Just as you turn to try and push the door open, Ten is suddenly thrown in and the door promptly blocked by the coffee table (which you hear Taeyong getting annoyed about somewhere in the kitchen). 

The closet is dark and small, and Ten is so close you can smell his cologne. Your head is already spinning.  Ten stumbles towards you, slightly, leaving you pressed back into the jackets hanging behind you. The rattling of the clothing hangers is the only sound until Ten lets out a gentle laugh, his breath fanning across your cheek. 

“Hi,” he says, and you feel your heart skip a beat. 

“Hey.” You hear him laugh again, and he reaches out with one hand, slowly, until he finds your cheek. A shiver runs down your spine at his light touch, and you can’t seem to stay mad at the circumstances when Ten slowly tilts your chin up to kiss you. 

His lips are warm and soft, and he tastes a little like beer and a little like the frosting from Johnny’s cheap birthday cake, and he’s a good kisser. He’s gentler than you expected, almost hesitant until you reciprocate in earnest, drawing yourself closer to him despite how warm you already feel from your racing heart. His hands move away from your face to wind around your waist, roaming along your spine and causing you to shudder again as you wrap your arms around his neck. He smiles against your lips at your reaction, and you’re just a little too light-headed to be embarrassed. 

Ten’s hair is soft where you run your fringed through it, and he suddenly draws you even closer, so that you can feel his abdomen pressed against your own, the way his heart is beating fast like yours. You never would have imagined things going like this, and suddenly you can’t even remember what being mad at Johnny — at anyone — feels like. 

Ten breaks away and presses his forehead to yours, eyes closed. You can barely make out his face in the darkness. 

“I really like you,” he says, and you feel your heart soar. You take a deep breath, worried that your voice is going to tremble,

“Hana.”

Your stomach drops. 

Ten leans forward and kisses the corner of your lips, along your cheek, trailing towards your neck. You start to press against his shoulders to push him back, but the door is suddenly flung open. Ten hisses something under his breath and covers his eyes against the light, but you turn to meet Johnny and Lucas’s apologetic gazes as they hold the closet door and coffee table respectively. 

Ten moves his hand away and blinks at you, but you rush past Johnny and Lucas with a tight-lipped smile before anyone can say anything. 

You hear Johnny call your name, and think you hear Ten asking if that was you, but you continue to head straight upstairs. When you get to Johnny’s room and flop face down amongst all his plushies, still riding too much of your emotional high to cry. 

You tug one against your chest, curl around it, and text your best friend to come get you. 

While the logical part of you knows that it wasn’t anyone’s intention for your heart to get broken, the part of you that’s still hurt is quick to text your coworker Vernon on Friday afternoon to see if he’s willing to pick up your night shift. It’s childish, and you’re willing to admit that the sight of relief you breathe when he agrees to take it for the night, but you’re hurting and you’re sure that if you see Johnny and his sad, puppy-dog eyes you’ll either burst into tears or throw your water bottle at him.

The only one you haven’t convinced yourself to entirely avoid is Taeyong, if only because his presence is calming in a maternal sort of way. And he doesn’t ask you big questions, or beg you for forgiveness — instead he just asks if you’ve eaten and orders a pizza to be sent to your dorm when you reply that you haven’t. You know he feels guilty, like all the boys do, even though he didn’t have a hand in it, and it simultaneously makes you feel better and worse.

You bury your feelings with a large pizza meant only for yourself (your roommate having gone home for the weekend), and a marathon of your favorite show. And still, somehow, your heart just hurts.

Monday morning rolls around, bringing with it a dark gray sky that threatens rain but never delivers on its promise. It makes it even harder for you to leave your bed, but gives you a good excuse to wear baggy clothes you can hide yourself in and not to bother too much with your hair. (The fact that you would have done things the same way despite the weather no longer matters, but you’re grateful to Mother Nature for letting you indulge in your pity party a little longer.)

Your Monday morning class happens to be one that you share with Ten, and as you near the building you slow your steps and check your phone. There are still almost twenty minutes until your class starts, and you aren’t sure you want to be sitting alone if Ten shows up early.

You make a sharp left and head for the cafe on campus to grab yourself a coffee and muffin, for no reason other than to kill time. As a result, you get to class only five minutes early, and quickly dart into the seat beside Wendy. She looks a little surprised to see you, but doesn’t say anything other than hello. You can feel Ten’s eyes on you the entire time you’re sitting in the lecture, and it makes you feel jittery. If you weren’t such a coward, you're sure you would have up and bolted from the lecture by now. As it is, you stay seated and then bolt from the room the moment the professor dismisses you, not even stopping to put things in your bag before you go. 

Is it foolish? Are you overdoing it? Maybe. But it’s hard to ignore the way your heart is pounding, the clamminess of your hands and the cold sweat you feel breaking out across your skin. You’re so caught up in just getting away, holding your notebook against your chest like a shield, that you don’t even realize Jaehyun is walking your way until you knock shoulders with him. 

“Y/N—” you try to keep walking, but Jaehyun takes a hold of your elbow. It doesn’t hurt you, it isn’t very firm at all, but you still feel the urge to cry out. You barely look up at him before your eyes start to gloss over with tears, and Jaeyhun’s brow furrows. 

“What’s going on?” He asks, softly, and you shake your head. Over his shoulder you can see Ten approaching, and your heart sinks. 

“Jaehyun, please, I have to go—”

“Are you okay?”

“No, I—”

“Y/N!” Ten calls, and attempts to pick up the pace through the swarm of students. Jaehyun looks from him to you hit as the tears start to fall from your eyes, and you feel pathetic as you stare up at him. 

“Jaehyun, please.”

Jaehyun’s mouth opens, then closes. You sniffle. He loosens his grip on your elbow, just slightly—

And you bolt. 

You should have expected that Johnny would learn about your encounter with Jaehyun, but receiving a text from him still makes you feel antsy. He apologizes again, and you curl into your pillows and drag your blanket up under your chin before typing out a simple, it’s okay. As sad as you felt then, you now just feel more embarrassed than anything else, and, in the end, that’s not really Johnny’s fault. Johnny isn’t the malicious type, and he probably just misunderstood Ten’s feelings — if he knew anything about them. 

It’s okay, you tell yourself, just like you told Johnny. I’m okay. You just hope that soon you’ll feel like that’s true. 

Never one to leave anything unresolved, even in the slightest, Johnny (and Jaehyun) comes by later with your favorite kind of pizza. When Johnny takes his backpack off in your dorm room, you’re surprised to find that it’s actually full of stuffed toys and not books, as well as an oversized hoodie bearing the word CHICAGO in bold red letters. He meets your raised eyebrow with a sheepish smile,

“You still seemed kinda down, so I brought you some of your favorites.” The three of you stand in an awkwardly silent triangle for a while, Johnny clutching plushies in his arms and both him and Jaehyun watching you as your gaze travels from the plushies in the bag to the ones Johnny is holding. He does, in fact, have your favorite giant Ryan plush in his hands.

You reach into the backpack and tug the sweatshirt on, then hold both of your arms out and are met with Johnny’s megawatt smile as he transfers the soft pile into your arms. Jaehyun gives you a gentle smile, shaking the pizza box in his hands a little.

“Movie time?” He asks, and you can’t help but smile as you nod, burying your chin in the pile of plush toys in your arms. You don’t feel great, but you certainly feel better.

The boys leave after two movies and an entire box of pizza, but Johnny refuses to take the stuffed toys back from you.

“Keep them as long as you want,” he says, and then, with a laugh, “We both know I have plenty.” You pull your favorite back against your chest and smile down at your sheets as he turns to go, feeling lighter than you have in days. You look up and find Johnny about to walk out your door. Biting down on your lip, you set the plushie down and stand up.

“Johnny?” He turns back, and he looks concerned. You wrap your arms around his middle, squeezing tightly. You feel tears pricking at your eyes, but you don’t feel sad as his arms wind around you, one hand gently smoothing down your hair. In a rare moment of softness with him, you press your forehead into the crook of his neck and let out a shaky breath; you’re grateful when he doesn’t question it, just squeezes you gently for a moment. 

“Thank you.” You feel his lips on the crown of your head, and his expression settles into one of his gentle, warm smiles as he pulls away.

“Anytime, Y/N,” he replies, and then slips out of the door to join Jaehyun.

You fall asleep holding onto your favorite of Johnny’s plushies, surrounded by the others.

You have a dream that night. Maybe it’s because you’re surrounded by warmth and Johnny’s scent, but thoughts of him follow you all through the night. At first, everything feels normal; you’re just sitting around with him on the couch in his living room, and nobody else is home. You’re watching some movie, but once you’re awake you just can’t remember for the life of you what it is. You suppose it doesn’t matter, since the key part of the dream is when he kisses you. 

And you kiss back.

And it just kind of… keeps happening, until you wake up.

You bury your face in the Ryan plush you still have in your arms and scrunch up your face in embarrassment. It would be a lie to say you didn’t think Johnny was attractive — in fact, before you basically fell in love with Ten at first sight, you’d been pretty head over heels for Johnny. Your friends all used to tell you to make a move, but then he’d ruffle your hair or play around with you like you were more of a little sister than a romantic interest, and you’d given up before you’d ever really done anything about your feelings. Johnny was a good friend and, cliche as it was, you weren’t about to risk that.

But as you think back on your dream, you can’t help but recall the evening preceding it, and other moments where Johnny had done heart-fluttering things without a second thought. Usually, you can chock it all up to Johnny just being a nice guy, because he is, but something about the way he had held you the night before feels… different. It’s belated, you know, but you’re realizing that your crush on Ten may have been blown a little out of proportion; in reality, it’s been little more than just a strange form of hero worship than anything concrete. You feel a chill descend in your stomach, suddenly. Had you just been using Ten to get over Johnny?

Your phone buzzes, snapping you out of it, and you let out a groan as you roll over to retrieve it.

good morning, sunshine! how are you feeling? >

The sight of Johnny’s message makes you simultaneously giddy and afraid. You’d spent what felt like forever getting over Johnny and his stupid charisma, and now you suddenly found yourself thrown back into his orbit. The knots in your stomach continue to twist up — if you told Johnny how you felt, would he think he was a rebound? You put your phone face down on the sheets and furrow your brow. Would people judge you for realizing your feelings for Johnny this way? Would they see you as fickle? You suddenly feel guilty, all wrapped up in Johnny’s too-big sweatshirt and surrounded by his pillows and plushies. A small part of you suddenly wishes you’d never met Johnny, or Jaehyun, or Ten or any of those boys, though you immediately feel bad for thinking so. 

The thing is, you realize, as your phone buzzes again to remind you that you have a text waiting to be opened, you can’t really lie to Johnny about your feelings. If you just suddenly changed your demeanor he’d probably think you were upset at him again, which you really don’t want considering he seemed so miserable about it before. You sigh, realizing that you need to put an end to this Ten drama before you do anything else. You pick your phone back up and ignore the message from Johnny, opening your somewhat old conversation with Ten.

< hey, i think we need to talk.

Your stomach twists into uncomfortable knots as you wait for a reply, and you sink your teeth down into your bottom lip as you see those three tell-tale dots pop up on your screen. They appear and disappear for a good minute before a reply comes through.

I think so too. cafe at 2? > 

< perfect. see you then.

< thank you, Ten.

You have roughly three hours to get ready to meet Ten, and despite your revelations so far this morning, you still have butterflies. You drag yourself up out of bed and to the kitchen, Johnny’s message left ignored.

At about 1:45 you find yourself checking that you have everything you need on your person: keys, wallet, chapstick, and your phone at full battery. You take a look at yourself in the mirror and force yourself to take a deep breath, but your small motivational speech to yourself is interrupted by rapid knocks at your door. You wonder, not without a certain spark of nerves, if Ten has decided to come walk you to the coffeeshop.

“Hey, I—” Your thoughts are brought to a halt when you see Johnny standing in your hallway and not Ten, looking rather rumpled and with his brows furrowed in concern. His eyes rake over you, finally settling on the makeup on your face.

“Johnny, what are you doing here?” You ask. He shifts his weight awkwardly, brows still knit together.

“Well, you never opened my texts, so I got a little worried. But, uh, you seem fine… so…” You feel yourself blushing slightly, and tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking down.

“Sorry, I’m meeting up with Ten at two, and I guess it just slipped my mind.” 

“Oh. Nice. That’s… that’s good.” You can’t remember the last time you felt this embarrassed around Johnny, the last time the two of you stood in such awkward silence with each other.

“Did you… want your stuff back?” Johnny shakes his head almost too quickly, giving you a smile that seems awkward on his face.

“Nah, it’s fine, I didn’t bring a bag anyways.”

“Okay, well,” you start, meeting Johnny’s eyes again finally. “I guess I should get going so I can meet Ten.” 

“Right.” Johnny doesn’t move, however, looking as though he’s thinking intently of something as he watches you fish your keys out of your bag to lock your door. 

“Johnny?” You ask, trying to get past him out of your place. He looks up, gaze determined, and you freeze.

“I don’t think you should meet with Ten,” he says, sternly. It’s your turn to look confused now, adjusting your bag’s strap nervously.

“Why not?”

“I just— I don’t want you to get hurt again over someone who— who doesn’t seem to appreciate you.” He looks like he’s struggling with his words, not even looking at you, and yet you can’t help but be confused.

“I thought you all wanted me to fix things?”  You asked, and he shrugs uncertainly.

“I mean, yeah, but are you sure you’re ready? You were so upset yesterday…” You bite your lip, trying to decide just what to tell Johnny. No lie is going to get you out of this in time to actually go talk to Ten, so you opt for a half-truth instead,

“I’ll be fine, Johnny. I kind of realized this morning that my feelings for Ten were misplaced, so… Yeah. I just want all the awkwardness to be over. I’ll be okay.”

“Misplaced?” He asks, and you curse yourself for your big mouth and inability to properly lie to Johnny — or anyone, really — as you try to find a clean way out of this one.

“Yeah, I just don’t think they were really genuine feelings, you know? It was like… like an idol worship crush, if that makes sense.” Johnny blinks at you, still looking a little confused even as he softly says that he gets it.

“Anyways, I need to go, so—” Johnny hurriedly steps out of your way, apologizing and looking down at his feet. The only sound is your lock clicking and keys jingling together as you drop them into your bag. You start to say goodbye to Johnny, but suddenly you find yourself wrapped up in his arms, your cheek on his shoulder. You hurriedly try to pull away,

“Johnny, I’m gonna get makeup on your clothes—”

“I don’t care,” he mumbles. “I just need to tell you something, and if I don’t do it now then I won’t ever. But I can’t say it to your face, so just be patient, okay?” You nod slightly, relaxing back into his embrace. He lets out a long breath before speaking,

“The real reason I don’t want you to go see Ten is because I like you, and I don’t want you to see him again and get sad all over again. I was really worried this past week and I just want you to be happy, even if it’s not with me, but I don’t think you can be happy with Ten.” Your brows draw together.

“Then why did you tell me to go after him?” You ask, attempting to look up into his face. You’re only able to see enough to show that his cheeks and ears have turned red.

“I wanted you to be happy,” he says, softly, as if he’s embarrassed. “And I didn’t think you would ever like me back.” It feels in poor taste, but you really can’t help but laugh, the sound muffled against Johnny’s shoulder. 

“We’re both idiots, Johnny,” you sigh, and he chuckles but doesn’t disagree,

“Why’s that?” 

“Because I realized this morning that I like you. I’ve liked you since we met, I just didn’t think you would ever like me.” Johnny pulls away from you just to show you his appalled expression.

“I made it so obvious though!” He cries indignantly, and you lightly swat at his chest.

“Shut up! I thought it was just you being nice.” You refuse to look up at him, fiddling with the strings of his hoodie. Johnny laughs warmly, taking your hands in his, leaning in close to your ear. You feel heat rising up your neck—

“Does this mean I can have you as a guest star on Night Night and flex on everyone about having a cute girlfriend?” Johnny only laughs when you sigh exaggeratedly, pushing away from his chest and rolling your eyes. 

“We’ll talk about it later,” you say, and his expression falls into a pout — you press your index finger to his lips (which are surprisingly soft, and something you can’t help but dwell on now. Yikes) before he can start complaining. “First, I need to go sort things out with Ten so I don’t make the frat awkward anymore. Okay?”

“Promise?” He asks, the second you move your finger. You hate that his puppy dog eyes make you melt so much, and you can’t help but fall into a fit of giggles, extending your pinkie out to him.

“Promise.” He hooks it with his own and smiles, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your forehead before turning and scampering off. 

“I’ll text you!” He yells before turning the corner, and you only nod, smiling. 

Ten is extremely apologetic when you arrive at the coffee shop, and it takes over twenty minutes (and you spilling about Johnny) for you to finally convince him everything is fine. 

“Does this mean we can be seat buddies again?” He asks, as you’re both getting up to leave, and you can’t help but laugh. You reach over and pat his shoulder.

“Sure thing, Ten.”

And by the start of the next week, everything is back to normal — better than normal, actually, because you’re now officially Johnny’s girlfriend and you’re no longer freaking out over sitting beside Ten in class — and you couldn’t be happier.

[ghost-chance]

In honor of Neil Elwood Peart,  9/12/1952  -  1/7/2020

The reports are not a hoax. Neil Peart has died...brain cancer. The music world won't be the same without him. More than that, I owe this man my life...literally, as in, if not for him, I would be dead. In his memory, I’ve decided to share this story.

This story is personal and it’shard to tell, but it’s entirely true. Back when I was an angsty teen dealing with angsty teen problems (and, tbh, a lot of problems most people are lucky to not face until adulthood) Rush’s music was the soundtrack I lived my life to. (Yes, I’m somewhat dating myself here.) As silly as it sounds as an adult, I practically idolized Geddy Lee, Alex Lifeson, and Neil Peart; I lived my life in accordance to the lessons in their music and their stories and looked up to them as role models of a sort. I exercised to Marathon and By-Tor and the Snow Dog. I read to Rivendell and Tom Sawyer. I powered through homework with YYZ and The Gangster of Boats trilogy, and brooded about bullies to Subdivisions and Scars. At a time in my life when just existing was painful, Rush’s complex, thought-provoking, and sometimes amusing music proved to me that the people in my world weren’t all shallow, cruel, and dull. Teenagers, after all, tend to get stuck in their own little world and forget that life exists beyond that which they experience day-by-day.

A death in the family and a sudden and traumatizing spilled secret was the last straw - the depression I was fighting was only getting worse without support, and every day, certain classmates encouraged me to just end it. Most were malicious - “Everyone hates you, just die already,” was a common one which unfortunately is still spoken generations later. Other culprits were friends just tired of seeing me hurting; they thought a ‘failed’ suicide attempt would make a difference. “Maybe if you got hurt, the bullies would back off,” they suggested. “Maybe you have to take drastic measures before someone will help you!” 

Me? I was just tired...I was tired of hurting, of being afraid, and breaking down only to be told that my feelings weren’t valid and I was ‘embarrassing my family.’ Support or lack of it really can make or break a person when they’re falling apart. Now, it makes me cringe to admit that I was ready to give up before I had a chance to really begin; at the time, it felt like the only option. Age certainly brings things into perspective. 

One night, at my absolute limit, I was compiling goodbye notes to my friends and simultaneously forming a list of pros and cons for various methods while listening to a ‘new’ borrowed Rush album. I didn’t care whether or not I survived to see if there were improvements in the bullying; I was tired of trying. I was searching my calendar for days to try and searching my health textbook for advice on how to achieve a painless death. That night was the turning point, and that album was Presto.

Even after how many years have passed, I still remember the first time I heard those distinct, somber, skin-tingling bass notes at the beginning of the song. Even after all these years, I remember hearing the first lines and feeling as if they were written just for me, or rather, for someone just like me. Someone understood...someone else knew what I was going through and they were talking about it! I paused in my planning, turned up the volume, and listened...and I thought...and my stomach fell down to my feet when I realized what I was hearing.

“No hero in your tragedy.  No daring in your escape.  No salute for your surrender,  nothing noble in your fate.

Christ! What have you done?!”

“What have you done?!” Not please don’t. Not don’t be ridiculous, you don’t even know hurt yet. Not if that’s what it takes, that’s what it takes. This was a punch in the gut and a horrified demand for answers all in one. It wasn’t a hug, it was a bitch-slap and a demand for answers. Suddenly, and finally, it hit me all at once that what I was planning was permanent and would have repercussions far beyond my tiny world. I suddenly connected how I felt about my grandfather’s suicide with how he might feel about mine if the roles were reversed. I felt sick. What had I almost done?!

It was, as sickening as it sounds, the first time I’d heard someone outright condemn suicide as an option. Times were different then, and most people reacted to discussion of depression and suicide by going silent then awkwardly changing the subject. Those who didn’t ‘change the channel’ begged and pleaded instead. “Please hold on a little longer - just a little longer! It’ll get better, just wait and see!” It never got better, so I eventually stopped listening. Some people, like a certain male relative who-shall-not-be-named, considered suicide to be ‘a matter of choice,’ and ‘not anything to judge as right or wrong.’ His reaction to my grandfather’s suicide was “He lived his life the way he chose; this was his choice, we had nothing to do with it.” This particular relative never tried to dissuade me or offer support when I needed it most. He never once asked “What would your parents think?” He never asked “How do you know things won’t get better if you keep trying?” Instead, he rolled his eyes and walked away, saying “I don’t have time for this shit.” Yes, he’s always been a wonderful role model. We don’t really talk anymore.

I’m not going to say everything changed over night because of a song. I’m not saying no one was ever around to support me, or that no one ever tried to talk me into holding on just a little longer every time I felt like I couldn’t hold on for another second. I won’t say I never stumbled again, or that I never had second thoughts. The Pass didn’t ‘fix’ my depression, nor did it ‘fix’ me - it was, however, the turning point and the slap-in-the-face I needed. The people who wrote the music I lived by condemned suicide, and knowing that, I felt horrified that I ever considered it an option. Again, teenager logic can be a little weird to say the least.

It took time for me to really get my depression under control. Lifestyle changes, counseling, medication, meditation, new friends, and support from my family were some of the most effective methods I found. Every time I felt ready to give up, I played music that reminded me to keep trying. The Pass reminded me giving up is not an option - Emotion Detector reminded me that people can be assholes but it’s worth it to be myself despite the assholes in life - Mission reminded me that what I was dealing with was, in a roundabout way, helping me grow - when I felt like giving up - Bravado encouraged me that everything would work out in the end - The Enemy Within made me angry with myself and reminded me to never give up. There are too many songs that helped me to even begin to name half of them. 

Some years later, I was fortunate enough to have a chance to see Rush in concert during one of their final tours. The concert was everything I expected and lots more I never expected, and it’s one of my favorite memories. The stench of marijuana, cigarettes, sweaty bodies, and stale beer filled the stands around me and burned my lungs. The crowd cheered so loudly my ears rang for hours afterward. Someone on our charter bus tripped over a car on the way back from concessions, sprayed beer everywhere, and laughed it off with “At least it’s Rush!” Another woman, drunk beyond reason, yanked her panties off and flung them at the stage, then promptly passed out; at the time, I rather envied her opportunity to fling lingerie at Geddy Lee without being arrested. After the concert, a couple of people had to be bodily dragged back to the bus and laid across the seats because they were black-out drunk. I bought a tee-shirt for enough to feed a college student for a week and left with a migraine that lasted three days. It was, to say the least, a lifetime of stories and jokes all in one night. 

Craziness aside, the concert was an event like none I’d ever thought to experience. As the music played and the fans screamed, I stood in the crowd feeling both separate from the world and part of something great all at once. At the end of every song, I thought to myself, “This...this is why I’m still alive. This is what I would have missed out on.” With the beginning of every song, my heart soared, my skin prickled with elation, and I became more and more certain I had no regrets. I was beyond considering suicide an option before then, but that concert was the final bit of evidence; turning around and trying again was, without a doubt, the right decision. I knew I was meant to be more than yet another victim of depression.

Today, I’m alive despite many accidents and disasters which could have easily led to a different result. I still get swamped with intermittent depression, and I still spend somedays wondering why I even bother trying. Depression, unfortunately, is just part of who I am; it’s written into my genetics as deeply as my hair and eye color, and it isn’t going to go away permanently. I’ve made my peace with that. Despite the permanency of that struggle, I have defeated the part of me that previously wanted to give up and ‘go away’ when I'm at my worst. I haven’t considered suicide an option since I was bitch-slapped by The Pass; I refuse to ever consider it an option again, no matter how far I may fall. 

There are so many things that had to go right in order for my view to change. If Neil Peart hadn’t joined Rush, “The Pass” wouldn’t have been written. If it had been on any album before Presto, I would have heard it before from my many other albums and grown tired of it. If I hadn’t borrowed the album and chosen to play it just that night at just that moment, I wouldn’t have gotten the musical slap in the face I needed so badly...and, no exaggeration here, I would be dead. Nothing else had been able to change my mind; I honestly suspect nothing else could have changed my mind. 

I was a suicidal teenager when I first heard "The Pass," which was a condemnation of the glorification of suicidal teenagers. That song accomplished what nothing else had been able to, and I owe my continued existence to it and its writers. I still get lost in the darkness sometimes, but as the song goes, I've learned to steer by the stars. No matter how hard it can be sometimes, I’d rather walk the razor’s edge than let my depression win.

I'll pour you a dram this evening, Mr. Peart, in memory and appreciation. Thank you for my life; I’ll never forget yours.

[noirbriar]

MDZS AU popstar ficlet - What’s The Whole World?

1.

Mo Xuanyu really didn’t have anything in mind when he left bustling shanghai. In reality, he got left from Jin Entertainment once his contract is up.

Fucking load of bull.

Thats after they stole all of his music and left him with a fucking NDA and lawyer’s letter. He did not want to go back to his quiet hometown because frankly theres nobody there anyway since his mom had passed.

And lets not even start about his scum of a cousin and his money grubbing relatives.

So in a moment of frustration and YOLO, he bought a random ticket and travelled. Where he ended up in Yiling. A nice town.

Xuanyu wandered down the river taking in the sights while a shabby man in black shirt,tattered jeans passed by,donkey in tow,and potatoes in hand.A soft gentle whistle echoing along.

Mo Xuanyu stopped. As he felt a tug in him. A need to suddenly create a melody with that short tune he just heard.

“Um-excuse me!Excuse me!” He ran after the donkey farmer and bowed, “I-I’m sorry to disturb you but-mister,I just want to know the song’s name! The one you are whistling earlier!”

“Eh?”

Mo xuanyu looked up and looked at the potato farmer quietly,his eyes pleading.

1 second.

10 seconds.

13 seconds.

“Eh?”

“...”

“Aren’t you...Wei Wuxian??”

“...Fuck.”

2.

If you were to ask a year later, Mo Xuanyu would deny and Wei Wuxian would refuse to answer properly. But Granny Wen would say every family dinner how she remembers A-Xian running back into the Wen family house as if a dog is behind. With lil apple. And one city boy in mud chasing after Wei Wuxian’s soul.

Wei Wuxian. The young teenage pop icon from Jiang entertainment who fell into obscurity after a scandal. Although it was resolved, but it was too late as the boy up and left the industry and retired. Without a word and without a trace.

Although Mo Xuanyu may look like a meek intern,he has already lost everything,he has nothing left to lose. He found a muse. He found a purpose. And he damn well will stomp down the family who betrayed him and make a name for himself.

But first. To convince the big baby.

3.

“IM RETIRED!”

“AND STARVING!YOU NEED TO GET OFF YOUR ASS AND DO WHAT YOU DO BEST!”

“BY BEING A NUISANCE AND CHAOTIC PROBLEM CHILD!”

“YES.”

4.

Being an independent music producer is harder than it seems. Especially in the indie market. Forget even about the big companies.

However Mo Xuanyu is enthusiastic. Wei Wuxian is a veteran. And they work surprisingly well with each other as they start on a social media presence for Yiling Patriarch. Nothing much,just some branding and such on weibo,bilibili.

Soon enough,they have a original album. And by sheer luck? They earned themselves a following online by being themselves without revealing their faces. Its the music they want to sell first afterall.

5.

“Sizhui! Look look!This singer is so good! Nice and edgy!”

“Jingyi! Teacher is still here!”

“Aiya, look! They just updated weibo! Holy shit they are dropping a surprise tonight?!”

“THE TWO OF YOU!PHONES ARE FORBIDDEN IN CLASS!TALKING IS FORBIDDEN IN CLASS!PHONE ON MY DESK NOW LAN JINGYI!!”

“...Yes Teacher. “

“Sorry Teacher.”

6.

Dinner has always been a quiet affair for Lan Wangji. Especially when you are in introvert with only rabbits in your penthouse in the richest district in Shanghai. Maybe the occasional calls to his brother,his uncle.

Even more so since he stepped away as a singer and the spotlight and choosing to focus more on production as a freelancer.

As he cleans up and settles down for the evening,going through his mail like the workaholic he is. He receives a message from his brother with a link attached.

I think this might interest you,Wangji. ;))

“...”

He picks up a wayward black bunny that is refusing to share his carrot with his friend. A quick tap and he opens up to find...a video?

Brother. I am your only younger brother. Please.

Black. Only a white swinging lamp. Some noir artistic camera angles as red robes swish into frame. With some gorgeous heeled boots. A mix of modern instruments and a flute kicks in and-

Those vocals.

Wangji grips his phone tighter.

It can’t be...

But that man,that sway, that figure...Even wearing that ornate mask, he recognises that smile from anywhere. How could he not when its the only thing that haunts his dreams for these years.

and that melody he is playing on his flute as a solo...there’s no mistake.

Wei Ying has returned.

7.

“Wei. WU. XIAN!”

Crunch!

And another phone dies in the hands of an angry purple man.

8.

It has been 1 week 3 days 1 hour and 4 minutes. Wangji is at his wits end. He has tried all avenues and exhausted his contacts through his brother as well in trying to contact with the elusive online sensation now that is Yiling Pa- no. Wei Ying.

Whoever is managing Wei Ying is a formidable barrier indeed. All they have received is one miserable email that is so official and so professional that Lan Wangji concludes that whoever this is knows the music industry.

It makes his teeth ache as he grits his jaw thinking about it. Vinegar rises in the air rapidly as he power walks through the school towards the teachers’ lounge. His uncle has been unwell and Xichen has requested for him to take soup to his workplace. His duties at Gusu Entertainment are too much for him the leave.

“Ah! Mister Lan, pleased to see you here. “ Sizhui smiles as he notices Wangji approaching the head office. They were acquainted through the school’s music club and some other extensive music events by the prestigious academy. Wangji himself having personally mentored the boy for a brief time.

“Mn. Going back?”

“Ah yes,I mean no, class has ended but I’m meeting an old family friend from my hometown. Along with my relatives who works at the city hospital!” Sizhui smiles ever brightly.

“I see. Take care.”

As Wangji turns to leave, he hears him-

“Heyyyy!! Look at me! Look at me!”

He turns so quickly,almost as if the voice he has been missing would fade if he were any slower.

“A-yuan!I’M HERE!”

“We-Wei gege please,come down the fence? We have gates. “

“WEI WUXIAN YOU ARE EMBARRASSING A-YUAN!GET DOWN!”

“Xian xiong, please be careful...”

“W-Wei Ying..?”

Wuxian freezes up as he hears the familiar voice calling his birth name.

“L-Lan Zhan?”

And promptly slips off the elaborate fence.

9.

“You are an idiot. A talented idiot. “

“But look! I got us a man good with his fingers!”

“...”

“...”

“What?His guqin skills and singing is the pride of the Lans!And what strong arms too to have caught me!”

“Nevermind. Just shut up. “

10.

In the following year, Hanguang Jun and Yiling Patriarch debuted together on the big stage as a duo under Gusu Entertainment. Initially managed by Mo Xuanyu who later left to become a music producer for various studios,preferring an indie life. Weibo blew up as they finally revealed their faces to the public on stage, playing a complete and retake of their song.

As for Lan Zhan and Wei Ying?

Their life together has just begun.

—-

Since nobody is feeding me pop idol traditonal instrument playing husbands I shall feed myself.

Just think of hanguang jun and laozu im the cql wardrobe. one in red zhongyi and one in his blue glory. PLAYING TOGETHER THE SEASON 3 ED.

(=ﾟωﾟ)ﾉ

[azurefanfics]

A Little Surprise

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: fluff

Warnings: fluffiness

Word Count: 2k

A/N: Hello! This is my first fic for this fandom (and the first time I’ve written in about two years) so any feedback will be much appreciated! This is just a short little oneshot for Joon’s birthday that I’m trying to use to ease myself back into writing, I hope you enjoy!

Your husband was heading back to Ilsan for his birthday. It wasn’t often that he was blessed with time off, let alone some that overlapped with his birthday, so he thought it would be a nice change of pace to head back to his home town and spend the day with his family. Unfortunately, work commitments had prevented you from heading to the suburbs with your husband. You had been extremely apologetic and tried your best to get out of it (to no avail) but your husband, being the sweetheart that he is, understood completely. He knew that these trips didn’t happen often, but when they did they were extremely important. The fact that you’d arranged to take the weeks before the meetings off to go on a tour around Europe didn’t hurt either. You two had the time of your lives together, visiting all the tourist destinations, admiring the culture and sampling the food. You went everywhere from Venice to Wein to Copenhagen, soaking in the beauty and the history of the places whilst simultaneously revelling in the relative peace and refreshing anonymity that these destinations had granted you. Your husband’s job has meant that you often struggled to find privacy and couldn’t have dates in public areas. But in these places you were nothing but another young couple strolling through the romantic city, free to do and explore as you pleased. You’d both arrived back in Korea with hearts full of love and memories to last a lifetime. 

A week later, when he was headed to his parents’ without you, he found that he did not feel disappointed but instead immensely grateful for the time you were able to spend together. He hadn’t been able to spend his birthday with his family since pre-debut, so obviously he was welcomed home with open arms. Unbeknownst to him, his sister Kyungmin immediately got down to business and began planning a surprise party. As he spent his days wandering around Ilsan indulging in nostalgia, she was busy gathering supplies, inviting his friends and scheming with you. Although you were on the other side of the world, you had been doing your best to hurry along proceedings at work. You’d rescheduled some meetings and worked gruelling hours for days, often working 18 hour days with no break. Your schedule was jam packed, but you were painfully close to wrapping the deal that had been the goal of this trip. Although you were overworked and certainly on the verge of burning out, it would all be worth it to see the look on Namjoon’s face.

The day of the party arrived quickly, all the preparations had been made and Kyungmin was practically vibrating in anticipation. Namjoon, for his part, was completely oblivious to the plan and was just enjoying the time he had with his family. His members had travelled to Ilsan to spend the day with him, and they spent a good portion of the day hanging out together. Upon their arrival back at your in-laws’ house, Namjoon discovered the place covered in balloons and streamers, and the party was soon in full swing. Your sister in law, knowing Namjoon’s propensity for cute things and how much he adored the Ryan cake you and the members had given him a few years prior, had ordered an adorable Mangnanyong cake, much to his delight. 

With a stomach full of cake and having received gifts from all of his loved ones, Namjoon found himself well and truly content. He was grateful to have so many wonderful friends in attendance, many travelling all the way from Seoul to be there. There were his members (of course), numerous other idols who had taken time out of their busy schedules to be with him, as well as other friends (old and new) from outside the music industry. It was in moments like these that Namjoon felt well and truly loved and thankful for all that he was blessed with in this life. However, it wasn’t long until these thoughts were rudely interrupted by the chaos brought by three of his members.

“It’s your turn to deal with them now, birthday boy” said Yoongi, unceremoniously dumping his hyung and his youngest dongsaeng in front of the other rapper. Suddenly snapped out of the shock of being dragged over, Jungkook bounded towards Namjoon. 

“Hyung, my present was awesome wasn’t it?” His eyes sparkled in anticipation of hearing Joon’s verdict. “Much better than hyung’s right? He always has awful taste for stuff like this!”

Unbeknownst to him, those two had spent the last 10 minutes bickering over whose present was better, driving his other members insane in the process.

“Yah! Has the youth lost all respect for their elders these days? Besides, you know that mine is better, just give it up!” exclaimed Jin.

“A-hem”. Kyungmin cleared her throat, inserting herself into the conversation before her brother could speak up. “I think I’ve definitely got the best gift here”.  

Before either boy could protest, she quickly crossed the room in a few long strides. She pulled on the door and it swung open to reveal you on the other side. Although exhaustion and stress clouded your features, your radiance shone through nonetheless. At the sight of Namjoon, your face smoothed and a brilliant smile overtook your face, causing all the air to be sucked out of his lungs for a moment. Even after all these years, he still found you to be the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Hey” you greeted softly.

“Y-Y/N? What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be in America still?”

“Yeah I was… But I managed to wrap things up a bit early so here I am” you replied

At that he briskly crossed the room and pulled you into his strong, warm arms. The whole room had stopped to witness the touching reunion, but neither of you took notice as you were both too caught up with the other. You buried your head into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. He smelled of wood and musk and home, and all at once you remembered how much you’d missed him. No matter how many times you’re apart, be it for his tours or promotions or your own work, you were always overcome by a deep yearning for him that could never be satisfied until you were together again. Pulling back, you looked into his eyes and instinctively knew that he was thinking the same thing. You tilted your head up, allowing him to slot your lips together. You fit together like two pieces of a puzzle, after years of being together this kind of affection came naturally to you two. That is until you were interrupted by two sets of gagging noises, causing you both to pull away and blush sheepishly. Kyungmin and Jungkook grinned at each other impishly, before the former dragged you away from Joon. “Now that you’re here, let’s get this party started!”

The next day, you and Joon were strolling through Ilsan, revisiting some of his favourite childhood spots with Monie. Although the dog was quite the tsundere towards your husband, he had no qualms towards showing affection towards you, licking you and yipping loudly whenever you don’t give him enough attention. You were always glad to see the furry friend whenever you visited your in-laws. You and your husband settled yourselves on a bench in the park as the little white menace ran around chasing squirrels and fetching the occasional stick your other half threw.

“Are you enjoying being home?” you asked, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled between you.

“Yeah, it’s been nice seeing my family and catching up with old friends, but it’s even better now that you’re here” he replied. You hummed in response, sinking further into your husband’s arms contentedly. Suddenly remembering what you came out here to do, you tensed, fiddling with your wedding band.

“What’s wrong?” asked Namjoon, sensing the sudden tension that entered your frame. His eyes travelled to your finger, where your hand was still fiddling with the ring. This was a nervous habit of yours since the very first day he presented you with a ring, which only served to compound his concern.

“It’s nothing really, I just…. I just have another present for you”. Last night you had given him a pair of his favourite wireless noise cancelling headphones that were only available in the states. He had broken his last pair on the flight back from Europe and he hated the prospect of having to wait months for another pair to arrive. Songwriting, travel and hell even monster dishwashing sessions were incomplete without them (even if the latter was slightly unsafe given your husband’s clumsiness). When you whipped them out of your bag, his face lit up like it was Christmas day and you promptly won the debate between the members. 

“What? You don’t need to keep spending your money on me, you already got me a trip and those headphones, that’s already way too much!” he exclaimed.

“It’s not really like that. I wanted to do something different for you. I really hope you like it. Besides, it not like I can take all the credit, the boys helped me with it too. Really they probably did most of the work… So yeah” you rambled, before petering out. With that, you pulled out your phone and passed it to him, pressing play.

The video started with soft piano melody playing a soothing lullaby. Pictures of your adventures with Joon, old and new, faded into view. Some of them were ridiculous selfies taken at tourist spots, or pictures taken by managers or one of the boys, but most were charming candids of your husband. Each shot allowed him to see himself through your eyes, and the infinite pool of love you felt for Namjoon was palpable. Even at the most breathtaking of locations, the camera’s focus never wavered from the man in front of you. A soft voice filtered out of the speakers, your voice, singing a lulling melody that he didn’t recognise.

“D-did you write this song?” 

“Yeah. Well I had some help from the boys, but it was mostly written and performed by yours truly”. His eyes met yours with something akin to awe. How is it possible that the woman that he loves with all of his heart could continue to amaze and astound him every day? “I know sometimes on tour you can’t sleep. I was thinking that maybe this might help when you miss us.”

“Us?” he questioned, but you merely smiled and shook your head, before gesturing for him to continue the video. Pictures came and went, everything from your wedding photos to images from the last tour to pictures from your most recent trip together to Europe. As the music slowed and diminuendoed, his breath caught as the final picture faded into view. A positive pregnancy test. His head snapped up hopefully as his eyes brimmed with tears.

“Is it true? You’re… ” he whispered, too scared to say the words aloud. You forced your eyes up from the ground to meet his, nodding. You and your husband had been trying for a baby for a while, but it had been unsuccessful thus far. That didn’t make it any less daunting to tell him the news though. At that, he whooped before picking you up and spinning you around. Monie bounded over at the commotion, yipping and tilting his head curiously.

“I’m going to be a dad!” he exclaimed excitedly, half to you and half to the dog, before crouching down. He placed his hand on your stomach, before placing a kiss there, on top of your t shirt.

“Joon, you’re not going to be able to feel anything yet” you said, giggling at his actions nonetheless.

“I know” he replied, “but I want to do it anyway”. 

“Hi little bean, I’m your dad!” he whispered softly, staring at your stomach. He stood up in one smooth motion, before meeting your eyes. “It’s amazing, you’ve really got a little life we made together in there”.

“It really is” you smiled.

His eyes flickered across your face, soaking in your every detail.

“I love you so much” he whispered, before pulling you in for one more kiss.

[chimchimsauce]

Advent Calendar

YN looks at the large box in a mixture of confusion and amusement.

“Really? An advent calendar?” she says, glancing at her beaming boyfriend. “Yes, really! It’ll be fun!” Leaning over and kissing her cheek, her boyfriend stands, brushing off his jacket. “Don’t open anything early!” He says, waving goodbye as he climbs back into Bangtan’s large bus. “I won’t!” She calls, heart clenching at the thought of him leaving again.

Taehyung had only been back in town to see her for two days, and even then he spent most of his time with his bandmates, all of them having to squeeze in some extra practice due to a scheduling issue. Bangtan’s MAMA performance originally had backup dancers from a different company, but for whatever reason, they had pulled out of the job, forcing BigHit to have to rehire and retrain the new dancers. So their five-day break was whittled down to two days, Tae still having to run and go practice with the new crew on his off days as well.

YN sighs, slight disappointment welling up in her, which she promptly squishes down. She’d known what she was getting into when she began dating Taehyung two years ago; An idol’s life was never simple, never allowing for long periods of rest.

The girl glances at the oversized box he hauled onto her kitchen table. The whole thing is covered in shiny wrapping paper and sparkles, the obviously homemade calendar warming her heart. Out of curiosity, she pulls open the drawer marked with a number one. Inside, nestled in wrapping paper and fluff sits a singular Hershey’s Kiss. A string is tied gently around the tip, connecting the piece of chocolate to a small note.

Since I can’t be here to give you a kiss myself, I thought I’d leave one behind ;)

YN lets out a chuckle, unwrapping the candy and popping it on her tongue. As the candy begins to melt, she gently places the note back into the box, wanting to keep it safe.

Taehyung is known to buy and give ridiculously expensive gifts, which she appreciates, but all of his homemade presents are her favorite. It’s these gifts she pulls out in the middle of the night when she misses him, when it feels like he’s a million miles away.

Some days it’s harder than she’d like to admit, some days she misses him so much her stomach ties itself into endless knots as she cries herself to sleep. Others, she watches proudly through her phone screen as he and his members - his closest friends - make their way through the world, leaving a blazing trail of successes and awards behind them. But the best days are spent with Kim Taehyung (not V) cuddled underneath the covers, watching stupid movies and messing with each other. The best days are spent walking through small parks and talking about the most important unnecessary things in the world. The best days are spent just being with the love of her life.

Day Two and Three pass quickly, Taehyung managing to dial his girlfriend for a few minutes as they travel, eagerness resonating in his voice as he impatiently urges YN to open the small drawers. Day Two's gift consists of a gift card to her restaurant, the amount large enough to treat herself to a good meal or two.

“I'll wait for you to come back. Then we can eat there together,” YN says hopefully, phone wedged between her cheek and lifted shoulder, hands occupied with the small piece of blue plastic.

“Nah, you enjoy yourself, babydoll. I got it for you to use sometime while I'm gone, so you don't survive on instant dinners,” he says amused.

His concerns are valid. YN never was a particularly good cook.

“Okay, fair,” she replies, grinning softly.

A noise is heard in the background and her boyfriend lets out a sigh.

“I have to go,”

The line goes dead.

Day Three is a small bracelet, one Tae explains over the phone he picked up because he thought it would suit her. It's a simple thing, but incredibly elegant, a small butterfly charm dangling from the chain. He rushes off of the phone even quicker than before.

Day Four, Five, and Six, she receives a boatload of coins for the arcade nearby (It was running a Christmas special, apparently. How he'd known, YN is unsure), a couple of pieces of saltwater taffy he'd been gifted in Europe, and a pair of earrings he himself owns as well. She thanks Tae via texts, unable to get him on the phone.

It’s only on Day Seven where she starts to miss him, unable to pretend everything was okay. She doesn’t even want to open the advent calendar, looking at the box with a heavy heart, it a happy reminder of her boyfriend’s absence.

You’d think the girl would get used to it eventually, that him leaving wouldn’t impact her as much, but every time he leaves she aches inside, a piece of herself off dancing across the world.

But remembering her promise to Tae, YN opens Day Seven’s door. Inside, she can’t believe it because it’s so bizarre, is a small glass figure of a puppy, the small creature’s front paw lifted up into the air, almost as if he’d been turned into glass during a happy stroll down a merry lane. There’s a note this time as well.

I saw this in one of the vintage stores in America. I’m not sure why, but I thought you’d enjoy this little dog. It seems so jolly, doesn’t it?

Day Eight is more candy, a couple of peppermints with a corny Christmas joke stuffed into the box as well.

When I told you I love you I peppermint it ; )

YN can’t help but chuckle. Seokjin is rubbing off on him.

Day Nine is a silky blue scarf, rolled and tied up delicately with a silver ribbon. The material is so soft, it nearly tickling the girl’s skin when she wraps it around her neck. She takes a photo of it, sending it to Taehyung.

He doesn’t reply.

Day Ten is a matching hat, still tied with ribbon, and Day Eleven completes the set with a pair of furry mittens.

Taehyung knows she despises gloves, her fingers always feeling a chill no matter how thick they are. She only wears mittens.

Day Twelve is a small jar of peach-flavored lip balm which YN finds incredibly smoothing, the faint scent of fresh fruit lingering on her soft lips. She knows it’s more of a gift to himself than to her, Taehyung always loving when she wears flavored chapstick. It gave him an excuse to kiss her even though he didn’t need one.

Day Thirteen (still no word from Tae, but YN saw the boys had won several awards overseas), YN pulls out a small ornament, a photo of the two of them hugging glazed perfectly in the middle of the bell-shaped decoration. She hangs it immediately, smiling.

She remembers that day fondly. Taehyung had a rare day off, a day completely to himself, and he had spent it with her, exploring the woods that back her house. The couple had discovered a small and half-rotted treehouse suspended from one of the bigger trees. Taehyung had been fascinated by it, climbing it despite YN’s warnings of possible danger. He hadn’t cared. To him, that was the best discovery he’d ever had.

Day Fourteen was a fortune cookie that promises eternal happiness; Day Fifteen was filled with colorful stickers. They were random, hearts and puppies and cakes and octopi.

With Taehyung, you never knew what you were going to get.

Day Sixteen was a pair of designer sunglasses, the same pair she’d been mooning over since she saw them in the store. She hardly remembers mentioning them to Taehyung, but he never missed anything. He’d never once forgot her birthday or a date, never once forgot to pick up milk before he came over. It’s one of the things she loves most about him.

Day Seventeen held a couple of brightly colored pens, which she used in conjunction with her stickers. She couldn’t say she wasn’t amused, YN spending a few hours working on a drawing and tossing some stickers in wherever she saw fit.

Day Eighteen was a pretty lipstick, the perfect shade for her skin tone. Nineteen was more candy (He’s trying to make her fat, she feels it) and Twenty was a few bags of Christmas themed tea.

YN still hadn’t heard from Tae at all. He wasn’t even answering her messages, except once to say he wouldn’t be able to make it back home for Christmas. She was disappointed, but not particularly surprised.

Day Twenty - One was a keychain, pressed flowers stuffed between two circles of glass. It’s gorgeous, and YN places it on her bag immediately.

Twenty - Two was a small bottle of perfume in a scent Tae thought she’d enjoy. She did. It smelled of sunshine and fresh daisies.

Twenty - Three was a Christmas card, a photo of Taehyung and the boys grinning in silly holiday hats wedged in between. After reading it, YN places the card on her mantle.

Day Twenty - Four, Christmas Eve and the last day of the calendar, YN opens the drawer only to find it empty. She checks once again, even circling the box to see if she had somehow bumped it off the table.

But she found nothing. YN is about to give up, thinking he’d forgotten to add the very last day in his haste to put the gift together, when her phone dings, a text message grabbing her attention.

Her heart warms when she realizes it’s from her boyfriend, but her happiness is replaced with confusion when she reads the message.

Come outside

Curious, YN throws on a coat and follows the instructions, exiting out her front door only to see her walkway decorated with lit candles, the flames flickering gently in the cold. Soft music is playing from behind her house and YN walks towards it through the walkway of candles and into the woods, tears coming to her eyes when she sees Taehyung dressed handsomely and standing in the treehouse.

What had once been little more than a safety hazard has been transformed into a comfy area, the structure decorated with strings of fairy lights and fluffy pillows.

“Tae,” she says, breathless, looking up at him.

He’s smiling widely, an excited look on his face.

“Come on up!”

YN quickly climbs the new ladder, joining Tae in the refreshed treehouse. Immediately, she wraps her arms around him, squeezing him tightly.

“I thought you weren’t coming for Christmas!” she exclaims, hitting him gently on the shoulder.

“I wanted it to be a surprise!” he replies, kissing her on the forehead, “I missed you so much while I was gone,”

“Not as much as I missed you, Tae! I’m so glad you’re back. Did you enjoy yourself?”

Taehyung then launches himself into a fluffy of stories about his travels, breath coming out in white puffs of air. YN listens with rapt attention, hanging onto every word. When he’s done relaying his adventures, the two of them cuddle up under a blanket, looking up into the night sky.

“I enjoyed your calendar, by the way. It made me miss you a little bit less. But you know, Tae, there was nothing in today’s drawer. Did you forget it?” she asks him, chuckling.

“Nope, I didn’t,” he says.

“Are you the present? Because I’m not complaining,”

He laughs, a bright, cheerful sound.

“No, I’m not the gift. This is,”

With those words, Taehyung sits up, pushing his girlfriend up as well.

“YN,” he says, suddenly nervous and taking her hand, pressing something cold in it.

Looking in her eyes, he opens her palm, a ring glittering in the moonlight.

“Will you marry me?”

[cipriss]

Anything For You

Jin Scenario

Warnings: A lil’ swearing, Fluff galore, Cheesy ass writing.

Words: 1.6K

Summary: Inspired by the quote ‘In a room full of art, I’d still stare at you.’

Requested: No

MASTERLIST

“The bust you see in front of you was crafted by none other than the great sculptor Francis Béranger. Of course, being one of poor background he only had his hands to do what he intended.” You scoffed inwardly at the instructor's words. It looked like it was handmade. 

“It looks more like he maced it to make it look slightly like a human-shaped bust.” Jin whispered in your ear which caused you to chuckle quietly.

“I’m sorry I dragged you to this. I had no clue they closed off all the good art. This hang out was a bust.” Jin chortled a little loud at your pun earning the both of you a few distasteful glances. You wouldn’t blame them, the museum had closed off the section with the art pieces it had advertised their museum with. Now, we were stuck looking at mediocre paintings and sculptures with little to no tasteful history.

“Hey! I don’t really care what we do. As long as we’re hanging out, I’m totally fine. Plus, that pun saved the entire night.” The both of you still kept your voices low, as to not draw any attention to yourselves.

“But it’s been so long! I finally see you after six whole months after your tour and I can’t even plan a decent museum trip. Gosh, why is this so boring? I’ve never hated museums like right now.” Jin smiled at your pouty expression and nodded.

“Then y’know what?” He grabbed your hand and started pulling you away from your museum group. “Let’s fix that.” You protested lightly as he dragged you along but didn’t put up too much of a fight in case he let go of your hand. He only hushed your weak complaints and pulled you behind him.

Realization dawned on you as he led you to the area of the museum that you had come for in the first place. The only difference was that he totally disregarded the velvet rope that made the area off-limits to the visitors and ducked under it after checking for any onlookers. You whipped your head from side to side, to see if anyone was going to catch the both of you but saw that the entire hallway was empty. 

“You wanna go in there? We’ll get caught Jin!” You whisper yelled. You don’t anyone would’ve heard you if you spoke normally but your panicked brain was way too scrambled to put that together.

“So? We’re not stealing anything. What’re they gonna do? Arrest us for admiring actual pieces of art?” He said sarcastically. You were still hesitant and Jin sighed and grabbed a hold of your hand -after he had let go of it to duck into the restricted are- and pulled lightly. Not moving you from your place but only as if he was testing you. “Come one (Y/N). I promise I won’t let anything happen.”

His eyes were soft and pleading as he said that. “Ah... I hate when you give me the puppy dog eyes. You know I’m weak for those!” You finally resigned to the idea of entering and ducked under the rope yourself. Jin smirked lightly and squeezed your hand before letting go again.

“Let’s see some real art shall we?”

“Ooh! Crime at the art museum, who knew we were such nerds?” You laughed as you took a look around the room. Your breath caught in your lungs. It was a wide open space with some paintings as large as the walls they were hung on themselves, and beautifully crafted statues that looked like they could rival the realism of Da Vinci’s many sculptures. You could faintly hear that Jin had said something to you after your last quip but you didn’t bother listening as you were too busy marveling at the restricted art. Why would they even hide this? The skylight dome lets in the natural sunlight that gave the room a sort of heavenly look and complimented the art so very well by highlighting the soft, aged colors of the paintings and making the sculptures seem borderline ethereal. 

Jin realized you were long gone as he stared at your expression in awe. Your lips were slightly parted as you took in your surroundings and your hair looked like it was tangled in the rays of the sunlight surrounding the room. You’d never looked like this to him. Truth be told, Jin harbored affection towards you but never confessed as he was afraid that it would strain the friendship the both of you had maintained over the years. Seeing you look so star struck like this made Jin’s heart clench. You didn’t even notice him as you stared on at the various pieces of art in the room, and the only masterpiece he couldn’t move his eyes off of was you. 

You finally remembered that Jin was still with you, patiently waiting for you to indulge yourself. You blinked and looked back at him to find that he was staring at you with an expression you’ve never really seen from him before. It was the first time you couldn’t get a read on his expression. He seemed to gracefully snap out of it and smile at you. The kind of smile that made your heart leap. “Wanna go?” He tilted his head towards the way you two had entered. “Or spend some more time in this room?” 

You shook your head slightly. “We should leave before someone finds us. Plus, I can always come back later.  should be the one asking you that since you’ll be way too busy with you idol life.” You smiled at him slowly walking your way out of the room. 

“What, no pictures?”

You shook your head again, ducked under the rope and whirled around to face him. “Pictures won’t do the art in that room any justice.” 

Jin silently agreed and followed after you towards the exit of the museum. 

“How’d you like it then?” He asked, right after you left through the front doors of the museum. His hand was yet again, wrapped around yours as you leisurely paced your way back to your home.

You looked at him with an incredulous look. “You kidding me? Did you not see me in there practically drooling of how good that looked? I’m pretty sure I drooled.”

Jin scoffed comically and squinted his eyes at you. “Just a little bit.”

“Seriously though, were you not looking at the art? It looked breathtaking!” You explained loudly. Jin loved seeing you like this. Seeing you talk about things you were passionate about. The twinkle in your eyes could rival that of the night sky in rural villages. 

“Trust me. I think I had my fair share of drooling over fine art as well.” You glanced at him, only to find him staring at you the same way he had in the museum. You furrowed your eyebrows and asked him if there was something on your face. Jin couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t just stay satisfied with longing glances towards you and he needed more. 

He doesn’t know what made him snap today but the nest thing he knew, he had one hand rested on your cheek and the other still holding onto you as his lips were pressed against yours. His eyes clenched tight and he felt his resolve melting away as you didn’t kiss him back so he pulled away. 

“Oh shit, (Y/N). I’m sorry- I jus-” His words were then cut off by your lips encasing his as your body was flush against his and both your arms were around his neck. After the initial shock of you actually kissing him, he starts to slide his lips against yours and wrapped his arms around your waist. It didn’t matter to him that you guys were basically making out in public like it should because all he could really focus on was you. You and your lips against his that tasted of what the sun felt like on his skin on a cold morning. That’s the only way he could describe your kiss. 

You were the first one to pull back but your eyes were still shut as you did and Jin took a moment to etch this memory into his brain. You looked so vulnerable and so ready. You finally opened your eyes and looked at him with surprise. You didn’t expect the kiss. You didn’t even expect you kissing him back. 

“Wow...” You let out after what felt like an eon but in reality, it was only a few seconds.

He chuckled airily and nodded in agreement “Wow indeed.” He smiled. That smile was going to get you in a lot of trouble.

“So... Is it safe to assume you’re into me?” You asked quietly. Strangers passed around you guys but you still held one another in an embrace. 

“What do you think?”

“That you kissed me to mess with me?” You replied with a slight hint of sarcasm. 

He shook his head slightly and leaned in to give you a small peck. “Never. I just couldn’t hold it back anymore. I wasn’t satisfied with just being your friend and I couldn’t take it. So um, I made a move.” He let out a breath of air in the last part.

“Hold back?” You smirked, deciding to tease him a little. “How long exactly have you been holding back?” 

He groaned and looked up at the sky. “I don’t appreciate you mocking me when I’m trying to confess.” That promptly shut you up. He looked back down at you and bit his bottom lip slightly as his eyes sneaked a glance at your lips. “(Y/N), will you let me date you? Because honestly, now that I’ve kissed you, I don’t think I’ll be able to live with a thousand more kisses like that.” You smiled endearingly at him. 

“Anything for you.” you whispered as you brought his lips down to yours again and gave all of you to him.

A/N: Okay so THAT’S over. I’m gonna apologize again for the intense cheese in this and shit but please go easy on me because it’s literally the first time ever I’m writing for BTS. I’m still trying to learn the ropes and just wanted to post something to make my blog look less empty. 

[girls-scenarios]

Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love

Idol: Dahyun (Twice)

Summary: Would you write an imagine where the reader and Dahyun are in a drama together and they have to kiss?

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: This is my first time writing on this blog, so I apologize if it’s different than what you might have been expecting from Admin Kitty.

“Unnie. Unnie, help me, I’m going to die.” Without waiting for a response, Dahyun fell face-first into Nayeon’s bed, causing the older girl to let out a surprised yell and bolt up into a sitting position. Dahyun whimpered, but the sheets muffled her voice.

“Um, Dahyun. Earth to Dahyun. What’s going on?” Again, Dahyun whined into the sheets, causing Nayeon to huff and pull her feet out from where they had been trapped under Dahyun’s body. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong.” Slowly, Dahyun’s hand came up, holding up a sheet of papers stapled together to look more organized. She didn’t bother to life her head up from where it was buried in Nayeon’s bed. 

Giving the younger girl a weird look, Nayeon reached over and plucked the papers out of Dahyun’s hand. As Dahyun let her arm flop back down, Nayeon looked silently over the papers, squinting her eyes in the dim light coming in through the window to try to see what had made Dahyun so upset. It wasn’t unti she reached the fourth page that she found it, and promptly burst into laughter.

“Dahyun, you’re going to die.” Dahyun let out a pathetic sound and rolled over a bit, glaring at Nayeon, who was still laughing.

“Unnie,” she whined. “You’re supposed to be helping me, not laughing at me.” Nayeon threw her head back in laughter, but it collided with the wall behind her, making a loud noise and causing Dahyun to suddenly burst into laughter. “Karma, Unnie.” Nayeon hissed and threw the papers back at the younger girl as the door slid open and Jungyeon and Jihyo poked their heads inside.

“We heard a thud, what’s going on in here?” Jihyo asked, walking into the room and letting the light from the hallway fall inside. Dahyun sat up to respond, but Nayeon beat her to it, bringing her hand up to rub at her head as she spoke.

“Dahyun has to kiss (Y/N)!” Dahyun could feel her face heating up, so she fell back onto the bed, covering her face with the sheets again. Jungyeon rushed past Jihyo to the Nayeon, who had just grabbed the sheets of paper back from Dahyun. “See? See? There’s a kissing scene!” Nayeon turned to the page and shoved it at Jungyeon, who started laughing as soon as she had read the beginning of the scene.

“Oh my god, Dahyun, you’re going to die. Do you want us to start planning your funeral?” Jihyo sat beside Dahyun on the bed and patted her hair sympathetically. 

“I told you taking on a drama with (Y/N) might be a bad idea, considering your crush on them.” Dahyun turned her head to pout up at Jihyo, pointedly trying to ignore Nayeon and Jungyeon in the background laughing as they looked over the scene.

“I know. I just wanted to get closer to them, I didn’t realize that there would be a kiss scene! We’re not even main characters, we’re the friends of the main characters. There was no warning.” Jihyo nodded slowly.

“Considering how long it usually takes for just the main characters to hold hands... I’d say you’re just super unlucky.” Dahyun whimpered and shoved her face back into the bed.

“Thanks a lot.” Her words were again muffled by the sheets, and Jungyeon leaned over Jihyo to pat Dahyun’s back a few times.

“Look at our baby. Growing up so fast.” Nayeon leaned over as well, waving the papers.

“If you want, we can give you kissing tips. Then you can really impress them.” For a second, Dahyun actually thought about taking her up on the offer, but then promptly blushed even harder and shook her head, letting out a little embarrassed groan.

“Oh look what you’ve done, you’ve broken her,” accused Jungyeon, looking at Nayeon. Nayeon put on her best innocent face, raising her eyebrows.

“All I did was offer to teach her how to be good at something. She came to me for help, I can give her help in that department.” Jungyeon giggled.

“I think your kissing skills are a little lacking, honestly.” There was a moment of silence, of Nayeon looking incredulously at Jungyeon, before Nayeon tackled Jungyeon and they rolled off the bed and landed on the floor with a thud, yelling. Jihyo sighed and looked back down at Dahyun, who had lifted her head a bit just in time to see them fall off the bed.

“Just breathe, Dahyun, you can do this. Don’t let your emotions take control. Breathe, get completely into character, and... chew some gum beforehand or something.” Dahyun laughed a bit, ignoring the chaos that was happening on the floor. Yeah, she could do this. Maybe.

She couldn’t do this. She was going to trip on her own feet or kiss you weird or get sick or faint... The directer called for a break, for them to get their makeup touched up and move on to the next scene, and Dahyun collapsed into her makeup chair, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply as the makeup ladies busied themselves with her face and hair. She remembered Jihyo telling her to breathe and get into character. She could do that. She wasn’t Dahyun, she was cute Namjoo who liked books and wore glasses and supported her best friend Lena in getting with the main character Woobin. She was cute Namjoo who liked dogs and danced silly and-

Her eyes flew open. “Gum. Does anyone have gum? Or a mint?” One of the makeup ladies looked at her weird, but went and grabbed a small metal tin with mints in it anyway. Thanking her profusely, Dahyun opened the container and popped two of the mints in her mouth before leaning back into the chair. She probably looked silly, making such a fuss. You had probably done a ton of kissing scenes, this would be nothing big to you. She was about to start scolding herself when the directer called for everyone to get back into their positions. With another deep breath, she finished her mints and stood up, smiling and the retreating staff.

“Hey, Dahyun!” She turned quickly at the sound of your voice behind her. You grinned and held up your hand. “Let’s do well in this next scene, yeah?” She giggled, feeling some of the tension in her stomach loosen as she gave you a high-five.

“Of course!” The directer called again, getting impatient, so she sheepishly smiled and ducked away to her side of the room, where she would wait until it was her turn to come into the room. Bouncing her leg nervously, she watched as the other actors filed into their spaces in the room and the cameras began to roll. Time seemed to drag on as the main character explained why he was falling for the other main character Lena and why he was going to go meet her instead of hang out with his close friend. Right before he walked out the door, he turned around and shook his head.

“You don’t understand what it’s like to kiss someone, you’ve never been kissed before.” With a shake of his head, he walked out of the room, leaving your character alone in the room. Dahyun stepped aside to let him pass her and got into position behind the now closed door. With a sigh, you sank into the chair and rested your chin in your hand.

“What’s so good about kissing anyway?” You muttered, grabbing the remote to turn on the prop tv. Dahyun swallowed and stepped up to the door, knocking twice. The butterflies in her stomach began to dance as you called for her to come in. Following the script, she opened the door slightly and poked her head inside, looking back and forth between you and the tv.

“Oh? Where’s Woobin? I thought tonight was game night?” You rolled your eyes as she stepped through the door and carefully closed it behind her. 

“He ditched us for Lena. Something about her lips and wanting to kiss them.” Dahyun pouted, staying in character as she walked over to the couch and flopped down beside you, fake glasses falling down her nose a bit.

“How rude. I mean, they’re cute and all, but tonight is game night!” You didn’t respond, looking at her thoughtfully. Confused, she looked back. “What?”

“Can I test something?” Dahyun’s heart sped up and the butterflies started doing back flips. This was it, it was happening.

“Sure?” She was proud of herself for keeping her voice stable and face in a confused expression, although she could feel her cheeks getting pink. Maybe she was imagining it, but your cheeks looked a bit pink as well. You suddenly leaned forward and pressed your lips to hers, and she balled her hands into fists to keep them by her side, widening her eyes in fake surprise, even though the press of lips was gentle because the angle of the camera would hide that it wasn’t a full kiss. She gasped as you broke away from her, face fully red and hand coming up to cover her lips. You brought your hand up to your lips as well, looking down at the couch before standing up.

“I guess there is something to kissing after all...” You said quietly, as the script called for, before rushing out of the room. The directer yelled for a cut and grinned. 

“That’s it! That’s the emotion I was wanting! Perfect!” He called. Dahyun resisted the urge to fall onto the couch and scream, standing slowly and walking over to her makeup chair. She knew her cheeks were still warm, but hoped the makeup was thick enough that it wasn’t obvious. Just as she sat down, you came up, on your way to your own chair, but stopped suddenly. The butterflies in her stomach fluttered to remind her they were still there and she held her breath as you looked at her. Had she messed up somehow? What if there had been spit on her lips, or the mints hadn’t worked, or-

“Hey, um. Do you want to get coffee later? After the shoot? My treat.” Her mouth dropped open, and then she couldn’t stop the smile that spread across her face.

“Yeah, that would be cool.” Apparently her kissing hadn’t been that bad. She couldn’t wait to tell the other girls back at the dorm. Maybe Nayeon and Jungyeon needed kissing lessons from her.