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brckenbells · 2 years

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ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - chapter one

“I used to call you my best friend way back before you were my everything. Now I’m sucking your neck and you wrote my favorite song. Now I’m fucked up and carrying on, I do not know the words to it yet, oh”

PAIRING: Josh x f!reader WARNINGS: Language, Alcohol SUMMARY: What starts as a platonic friendship is soon shifted. A story about learning what you want and who you want. WORD COUNT: 3.9k AUTHOR NOTES: Literally something I have been thinking about for so long. I have no idea how long it’s going to be or if anyone will even read it. It’s nice to write things down you’ve been thinking about once in a while. This is a fat FRESH account. Feel free to hmu, y’all.

Josh 8:57 PM Just checking in… :)

You frowned before placing your phone back into your purse, hiding it away with the hopes of masking the ever growing impatience living in your chest. The night was relatively still young but the chance of moving onto an afterparty with your date at a local bar was crushed. It’d be easy enough to ditch him. After all, this was only your first time meeting and you could make up some sheepish excuse like getting up early for work in the morning. You could even go the more tragic route and stitch together some type of lie about your dog suffering from a major fit of separation anxiety that you witnessed on the nanny cam you’ve set up, and there was no possible way you could leave her home alone any longer.

Just as you were planning your several sad parting phrases, Matt caught your eye as he was shutting the bathroom door behind him as he scanned the restaurant in front of him for the fastest way to the table he left you at. He hurried along, hips accidentally checking tables next to him making them wobble on the legs that weren’t held up by stacks of coasters.

“Hey,” He rests his elbows on the table as he rejoins you. “Did you want dessert? Or we could keep drinking somewhere else and save dessert for later?”

You shift slightly in your seat. If there’s any chance of uncomfortable body language the boy in front of you doesn’t pick up on it. Instead, he’s stabbed his fork into the last bite of your pasta, bringing the penne noodles to his lips and swallowing while barely chewing. You weren’t going to package those up for later, but the fact that he didn’t even bother to double check before claiming them as his own raises your eyebrows half a centimeter.

“Oh.” You try your best to act surprised. Forcing a polite smile onto your lips before brushing your hair behind your ear. “Dessert sounds nice,” The lie falls out, “But-”

“There’s always a but.” He interjects, huffing slightly as he prepares himself for a let down.

“No,” You start. “No, It’s not like that.”

But it is. In a way, the fact that he’s already caught on to the fact that you really are not trying to continue this night with him makes your heart rate pick up. It should be easier letting him down, given the circumstances, but you were never one to want to hurt someones feelings. You can feel the heat dancing across your cheeks, painting a pale peach on the bridge of your nose and extending to the apples of your cheeks. Your eyes dart between the table and your shoes, which are bouncing gently on the wooden floor.

“It’s barely nine o’clock, Y/N.” Matt says, reaching for the stem of his wine glass and bringing it up to his lips to drain the contents into his mouth. “You can hardly say that’s a bed time on a Friday night. So, what is it?”

You sigh. What was safe to say, really? You couldn’t tell him that you’ve barely gotten a word in this entire time. You couldn’t even tell him that while he’s done an awfully good job talking himself up, you still feel like you know nothing about him. He filled the entire date with facts about his friends — who are very close to making it in the music business, it’s kind of huge deal — that you don’t even know if he’s from Nashville originally. You certainly couldn’t tell him that you only accepted this date because you were starting to wonder if you could even talk to a guy you didn’t know enough to get to know them. Well, you could, but you wouldn’t.

“It’s not my bedtime.” You state confidently. “I’m just behind on some things I told a friend I would do for them. My deadline is coming up and I’ve not even completed half of it.”

It wasn’t exactly a lie, although the friend you mentioned was your sister, and all you had to do was create signs and invitations to her baby shower, which technically ages away. She was, however, begging you for rough drafts and it would have been nice to be able to send her something. Anything.

“It can’t wait?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. “I’m having a really great time tonight.”

“I’m sorry.” You try your best to turn your face into something that could resemble an apology. “They’re going to kill me if I don’t finish. It’s in my best interest to pull an all nighter tonight to be able to show them something that would be considered presentable.”

It seems like he’s accepted his losses when he waves the waiter over to collect the check. They’ve already had it printed out and placed in their book waiting for a signal that the two of you would be wrapping up. Admittedly, you reach for your wallet hoping that he would tell you to put it away, that dinner was his treat — he was the one that invited you, after all. But to your surprise he smiles at the gesture.

“Oh, great!” he pulls out a weathered money clip. “You don’t mind going dutch do you?”

A smile forms in the corner of your lips. You’ve always found it easier to let guys down over text. Telling them that while you did have a good time you just didn’t see this moving forward. You’re sorry, but they’re still a great guy! You assure them. Matt secures his fate with this. You decide you’ll probably ghost him. He can tell his friends you were frigid and boring, not wanting to get lost on Broadway with him and he can most definitely tell them that you were prude anyway. It’s not like you’re ever going to meet them.

“Sure.” You smile fully, offering him your debit card to place in the book alongside his cash. While you wait for the waiter to cash you out you take the time to text Josh back a simply frown face. You’ll elaborate later.

It isn’t until you’re in your car staring straight ahead in the parking lot when he texts you back.

Josh 9:26 PM Everyone is over here. Stop by. We have all the extravagancies you’ll need to make the memory disappear ;)

It was enticing enough. You clicked your seatbelt in and threw your car into drive, not bothering to look back to see if Matt had left the parking lot or not. It was Friday after all, so in order to ditch the traffic that seemed to be inevitable even on a good day, you drove ten minutes out of your way to take the scenic route to Josh’s house. It was darker out here with front doors illuminated only by porch lights and street lights positioned every so often, scattered with posters for yard sales and lemonade stands that the neighborhood kids set up during the day. It was nice. It reminded you of when you were a kid and your mother summoned you home with the ring of a bell the second the street lights flicked on. You’d come rolling home with new scratches on your knees and underneath your fingernails caked with mud.

Once you were back on track to Josh’s the lights started appearing more. Houses smushed closer together, separated by fences close enough to their respective buildings that you could only fit through them if you walked sideways. Sidewalks grew home to pedestrians making their way out to the boisterous parts of the city as they began their night as yours seemed to be winding down. Josh preferred privacy. When you pulled onto his street you made your way down to the very last driveway. It was almost impossible to see the front of the house with the vines and trees sweeping in front of the stone wall that opened up just enough for a car to fit through. The only sign of a foundation behind the greenery was the warmth of the living room light peeking through the leaves if you knew where to look for it.

You pulled in slowly, exhaling while getting ready to recount the nights events with your friends. They’d probably laugh. It was your luck after all to get stuck on a date with someone who offered themselves more as a sales pitch than a person.

The spare key was hiding in a false stone outside of his house. You’d argued with him about how stupid the idea of having a key outside his house seemed and when he’d showed you the false stone with an exaggerated smile you’d argued with him then, too. It was careless, and it was unsafe, and everyone who frequented his house had their own copy anyway, but he had insisted. He was so sure somebody would forget their key one day and it would be useful. You looked down at the stone and rolled your eyes as you reached for the front door, having half a mind to take the key out and pretend you’d had no idea where it had run off to.

Inside you could hear laughter and music humming through the halls. You shut the door, kicking your shoes off and scooting them closer to the wall as you made your way into the living room to see your friends splayed out on the couch in heated discussion.

“That’s not what I’m saying!” Sam flopped his arm out, almost spilling the contents of his glass on the rug below him.

“I don’t care what you’re saying,” Josh argued “It sounded like-”

He was cut off when he noticed you enter the room. His eyes glanced towards the entrance of the living room and he offered you a sincere smile as he stood up from where he was sitting.

You huffed and then shot them all a caricature of a smile and then laughed, feeling pathetic and lousy. Josh held his finger up signaling the entire room to pause in conversation as he made his way to the kitchen. You could hear glasses clanking and cabinets shutting as you exchanged knowing glances with the remaining boys on the couch. You were hardly surprised when he returned, trying to balance five full shot glasses in one hand and a freshly prepared margarita in the other. He wordlessly offered a shot glass to everyone in the room while shoving the full drink in your hand.

“Fuck.” He hurried away, making more noise in the kitchen before returning with a salt shaker and sliced limes. “I thought I’d remembered it all, but even the best of us fall short sometimes.”

Everyone in the room simultaneously licked the back of their hand as they passed around the salt shaker, sprinkling their hands before wiggling enough to air dry the saliva they used as a sticky barrier. The limes were passed out by Josh and once everyone was situated your glasses met in the middle, over the wooden coffee table in front of the couch.

“Bajabule!”

You licked the salt off your hand and brought the glass to your lips, tossing it back while prepping the lime by squeezing it softly. Once you’d swallowed the alcohol you sucked on the lime chasing the fire water with the cool juice, the flavors mixing together in harmony.

“So,” Sam cocked an eyebrow in your direction as you took your usual spot on the end, sandwiched between the arm rest and Jake. “Don’t spare any details.”

“Ugh! If you thought it was hard to get a word in around Joshua you would not have had a good time tonight at all!”

This gained laughs from everyone but Josh, who had his hand held to his chest feigning fake shock.

“I resent that.” He scoffed, taking another sip of his beverage, keeping his eyes locked on yours. “Most of the time what I have to say is just inherently more interesting than anything these knuckleheads could come up with.”

“Josh.” Jake eyed him. “You’re doing it again.”

Josh rolled his eyes as the rest of the crew offered more laughter. It was easy to laugh at Josh because you all knew he wasn’t going to take anything to heart. He pulled his legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross applesauce as he settled down.

“That bad, huh?” He spoke, his mouth forming into the slightest frown. His tone wasn’t serious enough to pass for concern, but you could tell he was bordering the line. It wasn’t the first date you’d called quits early and besides Danny, Josh was usually next in line to try to offer their sympathies.

“It’s not that it was bad,” You paused to take a generous sip of your margarita. “It’s just that it was completely, and I mean completely underwhelming in every sense of the word.” Which was true. You were sure that Matt would make someone else happy, it’s not like he was a complete dud. He wasn’t the pick of the litter either, but where he fell short you were sure there was someone else out there who would find it possibly endearing. Someone would buy the sale he was pitching. “But maybe that’s me. Maybe I don’t know what the fuck I’m looking for after all. But I mean, come on! The guy asked me to split the bill only after I told him i was heading home. Without him.”

“You’re kidding.” Sam and Danny grimaced at the same time.

“You paid for your meal?” Josh say as he imitates a gagging noise.

“I probably paid for more than my meal if I’m being honest. I think his was more expensive than mine and we just split it right down the middle.”

“Y/N, you scoundrel.” Sam clicks his tongue, finishing the remainder of his drink before bringing his eyes to you and shaking his head.

If Sam was good for one thing and one thing only it was starting the jokes off for the night. There was that time he’d call you a pansy for not wanting to sing karaoke at a bar. In which you replied that you’d rather get a tattoo of his choosing than sacrifice your shame and sing karaoke Downtown Nashville in front of tourists, musicians, and worst of all — smart phones. He told you to be careful what you wished for and instead of dragging your feet up on stage to sing “Mamma Mia” you found yourself cleaning off a fresh purple pansy tattoo on the back of your elbow with warm water and sensitive skin soap.

“Me?” Your jaw drops in an exaggerated fashion. “What ever for? All I did was be myself and like my mother always said,” You clear your throat before raising your voice an octave higher to imitate your mother “That’s the best you can hope for.” You plaster a cheesy smile on your face and laugh slightly at all of their faces cringing in response.

“You not only paid for you meal but you ended the night with us. The saddest of all. You could have still ended your night with us and got a free meal out if it.” Sam drags his pointer finger from the corner of his eye down his cheek, imitating a tear.

“We had mexican.” Josh added, gesturing to all the tequila on the table like it should have been obvious.

“I don’t think Olmeca Altos counts as a free meal.” You look between all the coasters laid haphazardly around. There was an attempt to use them but somewhere between the beginning of the night and now their glasses had found their homes scattered around the coffee table.

“No, it doesn’t. But we did get take out. You wouldn’t have had to pay for that, and by all intents and purposes that does count as a free meal.”

“I can’t argue that logic.” You shrug, taking another sip of your margarita though a smile. “But I’m already over this, and besides, why are you all acting like I can’t afford dinner at a mid level restaurant? Anything else happen tonight I should hear about?” You finish the sentence with a laugh and a hand gesture to signal the boys to develop a new topic of conversation. They land on a new topic easily. Jake spilling his food on the new carpet Josh had just bought and now they’re arguing, insisting that their way of cleaning it is the best way. You look around amongst them and smile, catching stray eyes from Josh before he returns to their argument to counter that Jake should just pay for dry cleaning.

As the night settled down, Danny found himself cocooned in a cluster of blankets he’d seemed to have pulled out of thin air. Nestling himself into the couch that had once been occupied by all five of your bodies. You were sitting on the floor, back resting against the couch just enough that it wouldn’t bother the sleeping boy. Jake had disappeared, and you would put money on the fact that he had wandered off to the small bedroom in the far corner of the house. You toyed with the idea of finding your own place to crash, flirting with the thought of the pull out couch in the “study.” But then you thought about your house, and your dog who was probably sitting at the window, scanning the streets for any sign of your return.

“Hey,” You whispered to Josh and Sam, who were sitting in their own respective arm chairs, fighting with their own eyes to stay awake. “I should probably head out.”

“What?” Josh perked up at your words, yawning slightly but rubbing the sleep away from his eyes. “Head out? It’s what-” his eyes shifted to the digital clock underneath the television “Two thirty in the morning.”

“Yeah,” Sam added, shifting slightly in the chair, his head resting on one arm rest while his feet were dangling over the other. “Don’t be silly”

“You know Sunday is at home.” You found yourself still whispering, eyes shifting up to look at Danny. He was still breathing steadily. His eyes were still closed. He was still asleep.

“You have a doggy door and a fenced in backyard for a reason. Besides, didn’t you kind of spend a fortune on a whole nanny cam set up for her?” Sam sat himself up. “But I was just being a gentleman. If you’re heading out I’m going to snatch the study from you.”

You nodded as you watched his feet plant on the floor. He took his time standing up and you assumed it was a mixture of the alcohol he’d consumed and the exhaustion that plastered the look of focus on his face as he disappeared into the room that contained the pull out couch.

“Y/N.” Josh yawned “Sam is right. You should crash here. Sunday will be fine without you for one night. Plus, you’ve had a lot to drink tonight, it’s not safe to drive. For you, or my precious stone wall out front. I can’t have another person crashing into it.” A sleepy smile was creeping on his face.

“Sam just took my bed.” You cocked your head in the direction of the study where the sounds of shifting cushions and mattress had stopped and you could only assume Sam had tucked himself into bed.

“Stop it.”

“What?” You stood up, careful not to shift the couch too much as you stood. You knew how important it was not to wake a sleeping bear.

“Don’t act like you couldn’t always sleep in my room. With me of course. I’m not offering to sleep on the floor out here.” He put his own feet to the floor and pushed himself up. “I have a king bed and I wash my sheets weekly. It’s not much, but it’s honest.”

The offer was tempting. And he was right. You did have a decent amount to drink that night, and you knew police would be everywhere. You looked at him and took him in. His brown eyes where heavily lidded, sleep creeping up on him as the seconds went by. His hair was slightly flat on the side he had been resting against on the chair moments ago, but he was Josh. Your Josh. The Josh that brought you home the silliest souvenirs he could find whenever he was on the road cause they made him think of you. The Josh that would order half Hawaiian pizza because he knew it was your favorite, even though he detested the thought of pineapple and tomato sauce together. The Josh that insisted on trying to install your doggy door because he’d seen a YouTube video on it, thank you very much. Your best friend Josh.

“Alright,” You threw your hands up in defeat. “But if I go home and Sunday refused to use her doggy door last night I’m calling you right away to come over and pick up her mess.”

He smiled, moving around the room as he dimmed the lights and tried his best to clean up some of the mess. But he too found himself woozy. Sighing as he bent down to pick up the empty tequila bottle on the floor and muttering “Fuck no.” when he saw how far away his recycling bin was. That would just have to wait for tomorrow. Right now his only mission was to fall into bed. He motioned for you to follow him up the stairs, placing both feet on each stair as he climbed in an attempt to steady himself.

“Use the railing, dummy.” You whispered.

“Oh yeah!” He turned his head to look at the railing as if he was seeing it for the first time in his life.

You smiled to yourself as you both reached the top of the stairs. You followed him to his room, where he only put the lights on a slight dim and you silently thanked him. He moved about his room pulling drawers and closet doors open before turning to face you with a pile of his own comfy clothes held out for you.

“For you,” He nudged them closer to you and when you took them he grabbed a change of clothes for himself and headed to his attached bathroom. “You know I sleep on the right side so if you’re on my side when I come out you’re going to be in big trouble.”

You dressed silently, folding your own clothes and placing them on the floor next to the bed. Once you were dressed you pulled the corner of his comforter enough for you to slide yourself in and sink into the foam of the mattress. Josh returned to his room moments after. He dragged his feet to the light switch by the door, dimming the lights completely off. Your eyes tried to focus in the dark, but his shadow was lost on you. You only knew where he was when you felt a breeze in the sheets as he lifted them to fall into bed, scooting his body next to yours.

“Goodnight, Josh.” You whispered, noticing yourself inching closer but acknowledging it and stopping before you made him uncomfortable.

“Goodnight, Pansy.” He replied, rolling over to face you before you both closed your eyes and welcomed sleep for the first time that night.

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hisgoodpuppy · 3 years

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Okay I’ve never written for Izuku before but I hope this is okay as a birthday present <33

He could do this. It shouldn’t be this hard. He was the the top pro hero, he trained with All Might, he fought off some of the worst villains and had the scars to prove it- he could boil an egg.

Ramen was difficult to make; the pork both had to warm for hours, the chasu had to be tender, and then there were the eggs. Ramen had specific eggs: the yolk still a bit runny but firm enough that it was cooked.

Izuku had woken up early on his day off, (this specific day off that he had fought to get, no way was he missing this day) to start making the dinner. The hardest parts were over; the apartment smelling like the perfect blend of spice, noodles, and pork. And now....the egg. Ever the optimist, he hovered the knife over the freshly peeled egg, “You’re the one,” he mumbled out a hope and cut into the egg. The yolk crumbled as it fell out. Overdone.

“Oh come on!” He sighed in frustration, running a hand through his green hair. He quickly filled the pot up again and dropped another egg inside. “Egg 12 was boiling for 10 minutes and overdone. Egg 13 should boil for 7 minutes or maybe at a lower temperature but then I would have to extend the time and by then the broth will be cold so maybe rising the-“

His muttering was cut off by the front door unlocking. Izuku yelped and flailed about- quickly throwing the ruined egg into a bowl with 11 others. “Don’t come in!! It’s not ready!” He yelled, voice going a pitch higher as he scrambled to get the bowls prepared. They clattered around with his movements as you entered the kitchen.

“Izuku?” You questioned, eyeing the complete mess of a kitchen. You couldn’t take in much of the scene before you were crushed into a strong, solid chest. “Happy birthday!” He yelled, throwing his arms around your waist and pulling you close. Your laughs were muffled into his chest as he continued to mumble the phrase into your hair.

You pushed your head up to look at him and were met with a slew of little kisses to your forehead, cheeks, and nose. “Normally I’m the one greeting you like a puppy.” You teased before he finally placed a soft kiss to your lips.

A light pink dusted his face and he chuckled sheepishly. “Well, it’s a special day!” He exclaimed with a soft grin. “And your one day off,” you countered, “you’ve done too much again, haven’t you?” You questioned.

“My girl’s birthday deserves the best.” He said softly and pressed his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and just breathing with you for a second. You hummed in appreciation and nuzzled your nose against his. “It smells wonderful in here. Did you make ramen?”

That question made him freeze, eyes popping open before yelling in your face “The egg!”

Izuku ran over to the stove, muttering as he took the pan off and went to cooling it off. You took a peak into the large pot on the stove and the various bowls scattered around the counter top. “ ‘zuku, this is so hard to make. It’s too much.” You told him.

“It’s really not if you plan it out,” he pointed to the blue campus notebook that had a recipe written down with his own notes, “and nothing’s too much for you.” He said sincerely and cracked the shell off the egg. “It’s almost done! Just gotta get the egg perfect.” He sounded hopefully but you saw the slight furrow in his brow, and saw the 12 other eggs filling a bowl. “Good luck kiss?” He asked, completely serious, his eyes shining as he grinned at you.

Izuku put 100% into everything he did, including making you the perfect birthday dinner. You wanted to tell him it wasn’t a big deal, any egg would be fine. But he had told you over and over again, you deserve the best and he would always strive to give it to you. And you told him over and over again, that he was the best.

You were just as serious as you reached up, ruffled his hair, and kissed his cheek. “You can do it, hero.” You whispered into his ear.

His face broke out into a red blush as he slightly leaned into your touch. You stood right by his shoulder as he cut the egg in half and-

The yolk ran out.

You both stated at it for a moment. Your giggles started first, at the egg and Izuku’s completely serious and crest fallen face. Feeling your body shake, he couldn’t help the small smile that creeped up before he was chuckling. Both of your laughs filled the room- the joyous sound bouncing off the walls even as the egg was ruined.

“Come on greatest hero, let me show you how to boil an egg.” You teased and tugged him back over to the stove. He wrapped his arms around your waist, settling against your back and resting his head on your shoulder.

“Happy birthday Victoria” he said into your neck and pressed a kiss to your cheek. You turned to nuzzle against him, forgetting about the egg once more. “Happy birthday sweetheart.”

cloudy, cloudy, cloudy, oh my gosh. (sorry for saying this so much) BUT IM CRYING. this was so absolutely adorable i’m beyond happy. thank you for such an incredible birthday present. you’re beyond thoughtful!

let me tell you how much i not only loved him spending his only day off to make me ramen, but how much this was centered around cooking the perfect egg. eggs are my absolute favorite thing & i take thousand of pictures of my food when i know the egg is just right. i’m very until yolk porn. & izuku trying to get it right, notebook & all? it’s so adorable. you wrote him so cutely.

thank you! oh my gosh. this was seriously so wonderful! i’m going to think about this all day. you’re amazing cloudy!

#he called me his girl & i almost passed away #cloudy ♡#cloudy making me cry #tears of complete joy #i don’t deserve such kindness #best birthday present #midoriya izuku #puppy.mail 🐾#!remember this

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be-ready-when-i-say-go · 4 years

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Tired of Feeling the Blues

The stress is a recipe for disaster, but thankfully Calum’s there to help her all through it.

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The tension resides at the base of her skull, creeping its way up the back of her head, pulsing in her temple and right behind her eye. It beats the back of her skull on the left side of her head and the left side only. Her neck is heavy and not even the pillow beneath her neck is able to support it or alleviate the pounding. Closing her eyes hurt. Rolling onto either side hurts. It does not help with the lingering twinge of cramps in her lower back. Physically, she is falling apart. And mentally, she isn’t doing much better. The world in a panic to the pandemic and with her job now closed, she worries about bills. Thankfully right before the shutdown on her job, she had figured housing arrangements with Calum. But that didn’t stop the dizzying worry about her student loans, providing basic necessities for herself and her dog, Ace.

The room is still dark when Calum peaks his head inside. She lays still, not fully under the sheets with Duke on her chest and Ace curled up on her side. It was a slight worry when she first moved at the end of February that Ace would be just too big of a dog around Duke with the German Shepherd abundantly clear in him. There were a couple other things, the best guess was Australian Shepherd. But the vets hadn’t been too sure and the people at the shelter couldn’t quite place it either. And though Ace did like to play rough, the moment she felt like he was getting too rowdy and called for him to cool it, he listened immediately. He was well trained and there was no doubting that.

“Head still hurting?” Cal asks, stepping into the bedroom more. He uses his body to block the light from the hallway as he shuts the door close.

“If you have a guillotine hiding out anywhere, feel free to break it out.”

The bed dips as he settles and his hands settle onto her clothed leg not covered by the sheets. He rubs soothing circles over the black cloth. “You take something for it yet?”

She nods and it’s a fucking mistake. Immediately, it feels like needles in her neck. She groans, throwing her arm over her face. “Yeah. I did.”

Duke picks his head up and upon spotting Calum jumps up. Calum grins, petting the top of his head. “Taking care of Mamas?”

“He has great bedside manners,” she jokes.

“It’s a little past noon. Care for lunch?” Her headache had been plaguing since the night before and she thought sleep would ease the ache. But now it was proving more stubborn that impeded her from going on their morning walk. Calum handled the dogs with ease. But he did worry the entire time about her. Part of him doesn’t want to admit that some of it was out of a panic that somehow she had contracted the disease. But a larger part of him knew that between temporarily losing her job, her period, and overall panic, that the stress wouldn’t be nice on her physical body either.

Her reply is soft. “I’ll take leftovers.”

“I do have soup if you want. Easier to get down.”

“Hmm, I’m a chicken noodle soup kind of gal.”

“Chicken noodle soup then.”

She can feel the bed lifting again. From her lifted arm, she watches him. “You don’t even eat meat. Why do you have chicken in this house?”

“Because you do.”

“I told you you didn’t have too,” she calls as the door starts to creak close with Calum slipping out of it.

“It’s like a treat. A little chicken as a treat,” he winks and closes the door.

Though it makes her feel like one of the dogs, she has to laugh. “A little chicken as a treat.”

There’s a few moments of silence before Duke climbs off her chest. He pitters over to the door and a whine leaves his throat. Though it hurts, she stands and opens the bedroom door. The house isn’t in too bad of shape. She managed, in the time it took Calum to walk the dogs, to collect the trash bins from the curb. She washed the dishes from the late night snacking, put one load of laundry into the washer and scrubbed down the bathrooms. She had meant to sweep too but it hurt to be upright after that so she retired to the bedroom.

Calum hears the click of paws and when he glances down there’s Duke at his feet. “What happened to Nurse Duke?”

“Missed his pops,” she returns sliding into the bar seating. Ace settles onto the couch, but keeps his attention trained onto her.

“You could’ve stayed in the back. I was going to bring it to you.”

She doesn’t quite have the energy to respond, though she does simply wave off the comment before resting her head on her forearms. Calum stirs the soup on the stovetop for a few moments before walking over. His fingers take up the soft muscle of her shoulder. She hums as he guides two fingers up her neck, up and over the tension. It hurts just a little but it helps. The pressure combatting the pounding that seems to have taken up the whole residence of the entire left side. She knows amongst all this, the worry about her, Calum has meetings and promotion to do. She knows he’s got a million other things to juggle but he stopped his world for just five minutes for her.

“I love you,” she sighs when his fingers run up her neck and even into her scalp.

Calum’s laughter is a soft exhale. “You’re just saying that.”

“No, I’m not.” And it’s not that he ever thought that she was kidding. But his heart still jumps a little at the furrowed brows that face him as she lifts her head and turns. “I do love you and I would never just say that. Never. You got that?”

It was easy to just say a phrase. But it wasn’t lost on him that it was her that brought in the cans, or did the laundry, or washed the dishes. That was how she always showed her love, helping around the house, doing something to take it off his plate. “I know,” he says. It’s softly and she notices the tears pooling just slightly at his lower lashline.

“Good,” she murmurs against his lips before pressing a soft kiss. “Don’t burn my soup being a sap though. I don’t think I have the mental capabilities to handle that.”

As their noses brush, Calum can’t help his grin. That’s his girl, forever honest. “On it.” The kiss is brief, yet again. His fingers are still kneading at her neck and though it hurts when he pulls away, she knows it’s better than burnt soup. She drops her head on her neck, eyes closed again. When is the pain going to end? When is she going to find relief? From everything really and not just the headache. She needs relief from debt, from social distancing, from panic.

Calum can only watch as she carries herself to the couch. Wrapped in one of his hoodies, she curls herself around Ace. He’d offer sitting outside with him but the sun’s not going to help her headache. There’s almost nothing to do but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do whatever he can. With the soup warmed and in a bowl, he carefully carries it over to her. Her groan is heavy and drawn out as she sits up. “Yeah, just decapitate me please.”

“I’m sorry, love. Eat, try to sleep, okay?”

“Have you eaten?”

“Yes. Don’t worry about me right now, okay? Cuddle Ace. They look so sad that Mamas is not in tip top condition.”

The lip roll is exaggerated, pulling out and down. Calum kisses her forehead, gently cupping the back of her head with the action. His breath is a whisp against her skin as he whispers something. She doesn’t even catch it, not if it were English or Maori. He turns out the lights in the living room for her and soon he’s gone. Not without draping a blanket around her shoulders. She assumes another meeting. He’s taken to sitting outside during those calls. Maybe it’s so she’s not interrupting with the cleaning and that noise and he’s not in the way.

She has every intent to wash the dishes from her quick lunch. But once the soup is settled and she’s curled up again with Ace, it’s just so much easier to sleep. The bowl rests on the coffee table and she can’t find it within herself to get up. And she thinks it’ll be a quick nap too, by the time she gets up, Calum will still be on his conference call. It’s just a quick nap that wraps her up.

Until she finally blinks awake and the living is dark. The kitchen light is one still but there’s no sun peeking in from the blinds and she swears she couldn’t have slept the whole day away. When she pushes up, there’s less pounding in her head but a manageable dull ache. Her bleary eyes try to find the clock in the room to let her know what time it is but it’s much too far. She stands, eyes squinting against the light of the kitchen. It’s just about three and she spins, not sure if it’s three pm or three am. But there’s no way Calum would’ve just left her on the couch.

The blinds are drawn up and the curtains closed. When she pulls them apart, the sun comes blaring through. Her racing heart finally settles. “Thank fuck,” she grumbles.

“Ah, she lives,” Calum teases, peering into the living with a basket on his hip. Laundry. Not the load she started.

“It was dark and I thought I slept the entire day away.”

“No, just a few hours.”

She remembers the dishes, throwing a quick glance down to the coffee table. The bowl and spoon are gone. As her eyes scan, the pot and everything sit in the drying rack. “I can fold laundry,” she offers.

“It’s the last load.” And it’s meant to deter her, but she wiggles her fingers, stepping out from the couch. Calum shakes his head. “I got it.”

“I was supposed to clean my dishes and I didn’t. Let me, please?”

“How’s your head?” He knows as she walks closer that she’ll fight tooth and nail about making up for the dishes. But it’s not a big deal. She continues on and Calum shuffles into the bedroom to hide the basket from her. “Hey, no, you’re supposed to be taking it easy.”

“Give me the basket and no one gets hurt Hood.”

“It’s the last load, baby. Really, it’s okay.”

“You fixed me lunch and cleaned my dishes. Just give me the basket.”

“You’re not feeling well, so of course I did all that.”

She stands toe to toe with him, the basket behind his back pinned between him and their shared dresser. “Basket, Hood.”

“You can use my last name all you want, love. I’m not giving up this fucking basket.”

This happens all the time with them. And she should’ve learned to give up the good fight a long time ago, but giving in was not in her nature. So they stand there, staring, sharing breaths. But neither one of them budges. Calum doesn’t give in and let her take the basket and she doesn’t walk away.

“I have to pee but I’m not walking away,” she utters. The second she goes to pee, it’s over. Calum will start folding.

“Don’t burst your bladder.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

Calum watches her, the way her leg starts to shake and he knows she’ll wait this out. There’s no sense in making her prove that point any further either. “Go pee, Christ! I’ll let you help, alright?” She sticks her tongue out, before racing to the bathroom. Calum hollers as she goes, “That’s not a victory for either one of us though!”

“Gray sock,” Cal calls before tossing the sock in her direction. It arches and lands in her waiting hands. To her left are all the unpaired socks. As she finds the matches, she rolls them together and places them into a pile to the right of her. The living room is scattered with clothes. Piles of underwear, separated by owner, and further separated from there, t-shirts rest on the top of the coffee table, alongside the bath towels.

“Who’s shirt?” she asks, wiping the cotton material out so she can get a better look at it.

“Merch,” Calum explains, holding his hand out for it. It takes more effort to toss, so it doesn’t land on their piles incorrectly. He folds it, like she taught him, hooking his pinkies to flip the sleeves back behind. It folds in half once and he folds it half again, creating thirds so that the screen print of the top of the faces peak out. The same thing that graces the cover of the album.

Softly behind the quiet sounds of the dogs clicking about, is the hum of the latest binge that’s already been long forgotten. They’ll restart it again later on when they’re better focused. Calum sits with his laptop open and facing him. Notes for another meeting and he’s bored already just looking at the text. “Where’s the pile for kitchen towels?’ she asks.

Calum, with his eyes still locked on the screen, thinks for a moment. “There’s no pile.”

“You have more space than I do.”

That’s all he needs before he tears his gaze away and catches the towel floating through the air. “What do you want for dinner? And you can’t say whatever is fine.”

In the midst of folding a bath towel, she huffs. “I’m fine with anything.”

He knew she’d find a loophole. She’d find a way to shove off the responsibility onto him. “Burgers?” he suggests, thinking of the patties that might’ve been lingering in the freezer. Her only response is a nod accompanied by a soft sound of agreement.

It’s back to the notes, back to barely listening to the voices on the TV. When all the clothes are folded and tucked away, Calum pulls her onto the couch, into his chest, arms winding around her body. His fingers gently cradle her head. “Any more pain?”

“Just a little pressure.”

His heart is beating against her ears, the steady beat comforting as she burrows into his chest. All it would take to curl up inside the cavity, tuck herself away from everything. Though she can’t physically shrink herself, she happily accepts the soft brush of his fingers over her scalp. “Tomorrow we can make it a mile and a half walk, since you missed out today.”

“You are trying to kill me.” The sentence is punctuated by a kiss to his jawline.

“Ace got scared by a bush today,” Calum relays with a soft laugh. “Some birds were in it and when they flew off, it shook the bush. He got a little freaked. I guess he was too occupied by the couple walking their dogs on the other side of the street.”

“He’s big but he’s a baby. Sounds like someone else I know.” The jest isn’t lost on Calum but he lets it slide for the moment being, taking in the feeling of her tracing patterns on his chest with her fingers.

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Breaking Free - BTS (M)

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Main characters : Kim Namjoon & a girl an average girl named Jenilyn. All BTS members are side characters. Suga becomes a main character in later chapters.

Genre/Warning : Written as a Kdrama. 18+ Triggers for mature content, emotional abuse, physical assault, violence, & sexual content. Later chapters may contain mental instability, drug use, racial undertones and sexual assault. Read with caution.

Length of Fic : Very long, at least a novel or two in length currently. It is not completed.

Summary : Purely by chance, a ordinary girl's life is forever changed by her favorite man-band. The simple act of choosing a new career path sets off a chain of events taking her on a journey of love, jealousy, heartbreak, desire, destiny, & drama. With a target on her back she fights to stand tall in the face of adversity.

I tried to make this story very digestible for new and old army. There is a lot of the fandom put into it and I tried to keep their personalities as close to accurate as possible.

Chapter 1 - The Meeting

It had been a long night. One of those nights that make you question why you even work there anymore. She was alone, as she usually was. The gift shop was small - only the sound of the FM radio, 90s, 00's and today's. There had not been a customer in hours. It was late, but nearing the end of her shift. She went to the restroom where she could see the eyeliner rubbing under her eyes. She did her best to fix it and laughed at herself in the mirror. Her blonde hair, now frizzy and limp from a long day - rested on her shoulders, cascading down her upper back. Why is it I'm always the one covering the shift when someone calls off, she asked herself. Her breasts were large and bouncy, held up by a small waist. Her hips were wide with an ass to match. She looked ridiculous. Thank god I can go home soon, she thought. The white tee looked stretched out from the day. She untied the black and white flannel shirt she had tied around her waist and put it on over her shirt. Her skinny jeans had torn a little more from when she had put them on, exposing more of her thighs than she liked. She thought about how she looked and quickly brushed it off - it was closing time soon anyway. She planned to crawl into bed as soon as she could.

It was 15 minutes until closing when she noticed lights in front of the store. She had already turned off some of the overhead lights, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness - the headlights all but blinded her.

Great, last-minute customers, she thought to herself, the absolute worst kind.

She could see many figures getting out of what looked like a bus. One by one, seven entered the store. Each bringing multiple pieces of luggage and handbags. They all looked tired, and perhaps a little angry. One last man entered after them. Entering the store he removed his sunglasses, tucking them into his jacket pocket. The man looked tall, mature. Thick black hair and of clear Asian decent. He had slightly beady eyes and a rounded nose. His lips were thick and dark.

"Hi! Can I help you?" she asked loudly from across the store.

The older man walked to her counter, offering out his hand, "Seijin" he smiled. "I know it's late. Our vehicle broke down and there isn't much around here. I realize this is a campground, but I'm hoping you may have somewhere we can stay?"

She took his hand and shook. She looked to the boys, to Seijin, and back again. Trying to piece together what she was seeing, she managed to spit out, "Um, yeah! We should have something available. Let me find out for you. Are you wanting 8 rentals?" She asked him. He nodded.

She could see that some of the boys had sat down on the floor, two more laid down, resting their heads on their bags. There was one in particular who laid on the other members of the group, flopping his arms and legs enthusiastically over them. Another slowly walked around, picking up things and calling to the others to look at what he found before setting the item back down. He was curious about all the oddities to seen around him.

She made a few phones calls and figured out availability. "Okay so, we have 4 deluxe rentals, and 4 regular. The deluxe come with linens but ---" she paused "the regulars do not." She braced herself for him to cop an attitude with her - her years in the recreation industry had toughened her skin giving her the ability to handle any disgruntled customer with ease. She tried not too let it bother her too much, that's just how it was - being mad about it wouldn't change it.

"Okay" one of the boys on the floor groaned, loudly. It sounded like he wanted to lay on an actual bed as quickly as possible.

Seijin laughed at the boy who groaned, "I guess that's fine, then."

She made him a map of where the rentals were located. The park spanned a total of 80 acres. She handed it to him and vaguely gestured to where they were located, which was all over the map in different areas.

He looked down to study it, seeing that all of them were in different parts of the campground he said, "I hate to ask another favor but can you possibly take them to the rooms? They are exhausted - it's been a tough day. Anonymity is of importance."

Still slightly stunned from the strangeness of it all, she managed to get out, "Yeah for sure, but I can't leave for 10 mins when I can close up shop." She pointed to the clock above her.

Seijin, "That is just fine. Boys." He turned towards the boys, who seemed to be getting comfortable on the floor, "do you want to get any snacks before the nice girl closes?"

She laughed to herself. Girl. She was in her early 30s, far from a girl. Although she had always presented younger. Coworkers always assumed she was in her early 20s. She didn't bother to correct them. It must be her skin care routine. In her mind if you act young, you stay young. It had worked well so far.

A few of the boys jumped up. One boy followed the others around explaining what things were as they picked them up. They spoke a foreign language that sounded extremely familiar to her, perhaps a movie she watched with subtitles. Even though they spoke a different language, they riddled each other with English phrases, often spurting out words like "Ok" "Yes!" "Let's go" or "Fighting". The boy following them around laughed and shook his head, often covering his face with his hands. He's super cute, she thought to herself as she watched them walk around the store.

While the boys walked around, another man entered the store, he immediately walked to the counter and greeted Jen. He was tall and just slightly on the chubby side, he had a full beard and looked like he lived in the country his entire life. The boy following the others around the store gave him a side-eye, paying close attention to their conversation. As the member of the group most fluent in English it was hard for him not to listen. Their conversation sounded like they knew each other extremely well.

"Hey Jen" he called.

"Oh hey, Brody!" she chimed, "it's late what are you doing here?"

"We're leaving tonight" he mentioned, "someone at work got into an accident and I have to work tomorrow after all."

"Oh" she said, her voice sounding slightly disappointed.

"I'm really sorry" he apologized, "you know I was really looking forward to seeing you."

She nodded, "it's fine, we'll get together another time."

He laughed, "yeah I hope so." He looked around the store to see the guys walking around, "do you know them?"

"I don't" she said, "they just booked some rentals for the night."

"Nice to meet you" he yelled through the store, "I'm Brody."

The guys turned around and mumbled hellos to him for a second before continuing on their way.

"Not very friendly" he murmured.

Jen laughed, "give them a break, I'm pretty sure they are foreigners."

"I can see that" he said, looking to them again. He moved his gaze back to her. He gave her a big smile and dropped his head sideways.

She laughed, knowing he wanted a hug before he left.

She walked around the counter and gave him a big hug. His arms wrapped around her so tightly they arms reached his body again on the opposite side. He hummed while he hugged her before picking her up in the air and setting her back down.

The boy following the others couldn't help but notice her. She has great body lines, he thought to himself. During the hug, her back faced him.

She stepped back from him, "drive safe."

He leaned forward quickly to whisper in her ear, "the tall one is checking you out." She turned around quickly to find him staring in their direction, only to quickly look away. Jen giggled.

He nodded, "I'll talk to you soon" he said before turning to leave.

She turned around as one of the boys opened the fridge and loudly yelled "SPRITE!" in plain English. The other boys laughed next to him, each grabbing their own drinks. Lots of bottled water and Gatorade - the typical drinks any young guy would choose.

Items were piling up on the counter : chips, snacks, sprite, bottles of water, slim jims - even cups of ramen noodles. Enough snacks and drinks for seven.

She packed up the items, making sure to bag the items separately. Each took their bag and went back to sit on the floor. They seemed a little happier and began eating their snacks. The sounds of snack bags crinkling covered up the music on the radio. She could hear light conversation and laughter coming from them. They reminded her of children.

The last boy stepped up to the counter, shaking his head and laughing, "These guys act like they haven't eaten in days. How much do we owe?"

He was extremely exotic looking. His heart shaped face matched perfectly with his thin eyebrows. He had somewhat soft cheekbones and jawline. His chin sharp when he smiled. His lips were gorgeous and full. She always preferred men who looked different - normal was boring to her. His hair looked to be between a blonde and silver with a hint of blue, as if it was fading out. He stood tall and lean, towering over her 5'4" frame. His shoulders back, he knew how to carry himself to make others feel slightly intimidated. She wasn't intimidated by him in the least, but she did think he was attractive.

She laughed, "$134.89" From the looks of it, they had a very long day.

The boy threw his head back, looking at the others happily eating their snacks. He handed her a credit card. She ran the card on what seemed like an ancient credit card reader.

"Boyfriend?" he asked in very clear English, his voice low and deep.

"Huh?" she asked.

"Brody" he smiled, "is he your boyfriend?"

"Oh god no" she laughed, "we're just friends."

"Not interested in him?" he asked, curiously.

"I um.." she thought for a minute on how she should respond, "We've known each other since we were teens. At one point we considered dating - on our first date we went to see a harry potter movie so that tells you how long ago that was."

He laughed and nodded, "didn't hit it off?"

"We did but--" she laughed, "it turns out he's in love with his best friend and I wasn't trying to get involved with that."

He grimaced, "ouch."

"He's persistent, I'll give him that" she laughed, "to this day he's still chasing her and she has at least a few boyfriends at any given time."

"He's just basically a backup but he keeps his hopes up" she explained, "whatever works for him." She truly did hope he gave up the chase and found someone, she felt he needed it desperately.

He nodded thinking about all the strange things he learned while in America.

He fiddled with things on the counter, accidentally knocking some candy on to the floor. He would occasionally catch a passing glance at her when he thought she wasn't looking, only to sheepishly smile and look down to avoid direct eye contact.

"Sorry" he apologized, bending over to put them back. She laughed. He is clumsy in the cutest way, she thought to herself.

"I'm sorry this thing is so slow" she said nervously. She hated how long it took, waiting for it to finish made her anxious in his presence. Awkward forced conversations were a pet peeve of hers.

He shot her a sideways smile, dimple forming on his cheek. "That's okay" he said, flashing a peace sign over his right eye. "You can call me RM" he said, loosely introducing himself to her.

And just like that she knew exactly who he was. Who THEY were. Maybe it was how late it was, but she hadn't put two and two together. Her heart started racing, she gulped and tried to control her breathing. OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG, she thought to herself.

Kim Namjoon, also known as RM was the leader, spokesperson and main rapper for one of the most popular K-Pop groups from South Korea. His singing voice a tenor while his rapping voice ventured closer to baritone - sometimes sounding almost throaty. He grew up in the small city of Islan. As a boy, he had big dreams of being a superhero and changing the world. He felt his music did just that. He chose the stage name of Rap Monster, later changing it to just RM - a better reflection of who he thought he was. During their debut, Namjoon was one of the most hated members. Often receiving hate from "fans" who claimed he shouldn't be in the group at all. He worked hard to prove the naysayers wrong. A lyricist by nature, he provides many of the lyrics for the group. His belief in the group so strong that when asked if he would like to go solo or stay with the group - he chose Bangtan Sonyeondan without hesitation. He believed in the group and each of its members without fault. He had a tendency to hold onto his feelings without letting others know, and doing so has lead him to depression and anxiety in the past. He struggled and continued to struggle with loving himself - something he admitted he will strive for until his death. Although he was technically the "middle child" of the group, he was considered to be in the hyung line - a term used in South Korea that meant eldest of the group. Lover of all things cute and quirky - he had many collections of toys and figurines. If he could choose his own middle name it would be fashion which doubled as his passion.

He looked back over to the guys, "I'm kind of like the leader of the group." He looked back at her and gave her the sweetest smile. His smile is so charming, she thought to herself.

She collected her thoughts before responding, "Jenilyn" pointing to her name tag. "You can just call me Jen."

The credit card finally went through, she handed him the card and receipt to sign.

She added the receipt to the register and checked the time. "One minute is close enough" she announced packing up her register. The boys rolled their luggage outside while she finished closing. She put her register drawer in the safe, turned off the lights and clocked out for the night.

Locking the front door to the gift shop, she turned around to say, "I can't fit all of you in my car at once. I can take two of you at a time." She pointed to her pearl white Hyundai Elantra in the parking lot.

"You guys want to introduce yourselves?" RM asked, suggesting the guys to be more polite towards her. He physically pushed one of them closer to her gently.

Two of the boys stepped forward while RM loaded their luggage.

"V" one said in a low tone, bowing slightly and avoiding eye contact. He was slightly shorter than RM, although he kept his head down making him feel even shorter, closer to her own height. His voice sultry and deep. When he did smile, his mouth formed an almost stretched out heart shape. His dark hair looked messy, slightly curly, covering his eyes. He looks like a shaggy puppy, she thought to herself. He had a beautiful set of eyelashes that would make any girl envious. He was extremely shy towards her. She imagined he would look great in a preppy sweater vest or a leather jacket, his beauty knew no bounds.

Kim Taehung, also known as V. - A quirky guy and baritone vocals for the group. Easily distracted by animals and would occasionally act a little strange - so much so that anti-fans dubbed him as an alien, a nickname which he hated. Considers his dog to be his child. Gets bored easily and sleeps with his eyes open - fans often wondered if he slept during American interviews. Originally considered to be the "pretty" one in the group. While it sounds like a compliment, it was more often used as an insult - that the only thing he had going for him were his looks. Like Namjoon, he worked hard to improve his vocal skills - proving everyone wrong. Very honest about his true feelings in the moment. He was the third youngest member of the group, making him part of the maknae line - a word used in South Korea that referred to the youngest. His personality and quirks made him seem much older than many of the group members.

She smiled at him, "Nice to meet you, V."

RM pushed the other boy on the back softly.

"Suga" he said. He was about an inch shorter than V. His hair also looked a little shaggy, although not as long as V's. His hair stopped just at the top of his eyebrows. His face somewhat round, with a chubby babydoll look. His eyes were dark and almost triangular in shape, as if he was judging the situation. They looked to be a cross between both monolid and double eye lids. His features were soft, even delicate at times. He pulled off the look well. The first thing she noticed about him was his confidence, nothing really seemed to bother him and he had no problems looking her in the eye. He didn't try to present himself in any particular way - he existed as he was. She loved that he could be that way.

Min Yoongi, known as Suga - Another rapper for the group and one of the fastest rappers in the industry of kpop. As a descendant of a very powerful clan during the Joseon dynasty, he had a rich heritage despite growing up poor. He spent much of his time producing his own music as well as music for the group. Slightly anti-social due to his social anxiety, he did the best he could in social situations. He could most often be found observing the group and letting the other guys lead the way. In his down time he liked to sleep, write lyrics and play games on his phone. He thought his fans to be the most special as he saw himself as average looking at best. Slightly obsessed with basketball, his favorite manga featured the sport. He didn't care to show certain parts of his body and remained covered at all times. He suffered from a shoulder injury he acquired during his trainee days, when he took a side job for extra cash. He kept his emotions well hidden, very rarely allowing his true feelings to escape. He remained a loud advocate for mental health and depression as his fight had been long and difficult. Loved to be hugged by the other members but pretended to hate it. Fans called him "sleepy" for his sleeping habits as well as "meow meow" for his cat-like appearance. Even though he looked the youngest, he was the second-eldest member of the group he - was hyung to all members aside from Jin. In their debut days, he felt like he got shafted by the company - he thought he'd be joining an all rap group and with focus on music production with little choreography required. Success and their fan base, known as ARMY, helped him come to terms with and accept his new life as an idol.

"Nice to meet you Suga" she said, opening the car door. Both boys sat in the back of the car, moving the pillows around in her back seat.

Everything in her car was galaxy themed - from the car seat covers to the pillows. Suga picked up one of the pillows, fluffing it in his hands. "You like stars?" he asked.

She laughed, reversing out of her parking space. "Yeah I really like the galaxy patterns. The colors are super pretty."

He nodded his head, placing the pillow next to him and using it as an arm rest.

"I actually have lights installed in the floorboard. Let me get going and I'll turn them on" she put the car in drive and slowly took off. The speed limit was 5 mph in the park. She flipped the switch located under her dash, lighting up the floorboards in purple lighting.

"Oh cool" Suga said checking out the floorboard. He stared at her dashboard, "Bluetooth?"

"Unfortunately, no. But I do have an aux" she said passing the cord back to him. He took the cord and plugged his phone in, playing the next song on his spotify. Drake.

"Do you listen to Drake?" he asked, curious about her.

"I do like Drake. I actually love almost all music" she said pulling into the parking space of the rental. She popped open her trunk. She got out and helped V with his luggage, handing him the key to the rental. She stepped into the rental really quick to show him some key features. "If you need to use the hot water you will need to push this button about 15 minutes in advance." He nodded and said "thanks."

She got back into the car with Suga, who had moved to the front seat in her absence. It had taken several minutes to get V all settled in, Suga still jamming out to Drake when she got back in.

"Geesh, you scared me" she laughed, seeing him in the front seat. He smiled a big smile at her. She pulled out of the parking spot and headed to his rental to drop him off.

"Anyway so as I was saying I really do love just about anything" she laughed, "I remember watching Drake on Degrassi when I was a kid. He was always one of my favorites. Drake is just slightly older than me so I was really at the right age to relate to those struggles in the show." She paused, "I spent a good deal of time watching it."

He smiled at her, still bobbing his head to the music. She pulled into the parking space for Suga's rental. She opened the trunk to help him with his bag.

She laughed, "Oh, wow. You only have one bag? You pack surprisingly light." She handed him the key. "There is extra bedding in the closet."

He smiled at her, his eyes looked tired but he remained attentive to her. "Can I text you?" he asked, holding his phone.

"I uhh.." she wasn't sure what to say.

"As friends" he said laughing slightly.

"Oh okay, sure" he handed her his phone and she entered her number, handing it back to him with a smile, "have a good night Suga."

She got back into her car and made her way up to the front again. She pulled into her parking space and got out, motioning for the next set of boys to get in. RM loaded their luggage into the back.

Another boy stepped up to introduce himself, this one slightly more aggressive than the others. "Jin" he said, "also known as worldwide handsome." He was tall, although slightly shorter than RM with dark hair. Lean, but stockier than the others - very broad shouldered. She imagined he would give a very comforting hug. His eyes were slightly cat-like, flattering his oblong face perfectly. His cheekbones and jawline strong. He had beautiful full lips that looked almost heart shaped when he didn't smile.

Kim Seokjin, Jin for short - Another vocal for the group - one that was renowned for being a "silver voice". His stable breathing and strong falsetto made him extremely versatile in all genres. A funny guy with a mild temper - he was considered the mom of the group, always making sure the guys were well taken care of - bringing them ice cream to cheer them up. Often times preparing meals and lunches for them. Cooking was another passion of his. He had a love of telling uncle jokes. His laugh was contagious and his face would turn red when he felt like people were staring at him too much. He was a terrible liar and loved to be complimented. Easy going until he got worked up - once slightly angered he would speak so fast it was hard to understand him. So handsome that his fans named him "Mr. Worldwide Handsome", meaning he was considered handsome in every country he visited. He was the eldest member of the group.

RM laughed while he put the luggage in the trunk, "It's late can we give the flirting a rest?" He rolled his eyes at Jin.

Jen smiled at Jin, he was very handsome, although in a very traditional sense. Very Hollywood actor. She preferred a man with more unique features but she could appreciate his beauty all the same. He obviously spent a great deal of time perfecting himself and he was proud. "Nice to meet you, worldwide handsome" she said giving him a smile.

His black hair fell over his face as he stepped forward, "Jungkook." His eyes were big and bright as if he was excited about something. Of all of them, he smelled the best, smelling slightly fruity with base notes of vanilla and chocolate. It smelled very familiar to her. He smells slightly feminine but it suits him well. I am pretty sure I own that perfume, she thought to herself. He had beautifully cut features, as if he could pull off both the innocent boy look and a badass at the same time. His lips featured a prominent cupid's bow and reminded her of her own lips. Very full on bottom with a slightly thinner upper lip. He looked sweet and innocent.

Jeon Jeongguk, stage name Jungkook. - For lack of a better word, he was the most "average guy" out of all of them. As the youngest member of the group he was known as the "golden" maknae - a term given to the absolute youngest member. Although he seemed like an average guy with his love of manga, food and video games - his outstanding appearance and professionalism told a different story. His vocals rivaled the greatest of singers - new and old. While the other members preferred to dress in expensive clothing, he stayed with his tried-and-true brands. He was one of if not the most popular member in the group. Fans gave him the nickname of Kookie. Despite their success he had average dreams - he wished to eventually get married and have kids, to settle down and live an average life. Training as an idol from a young age, he joined the group as a teen - his childlike demeanor still holding true. He had an uncanny ability for learning quickly and excelling at everything he tried. It often left him feeling like he needed work harder to feel like he worked just as hard as the other members, to the point of dehydration and exhaustion.

"Nice to meet you Jungkook" she said opening the car door. Jin sat in front with her, Jungkook in the back. Jungkook laid down in the backseat, getting comfortable on her pillows. I'll take him home last since he's so comfortable, she thought to herself. She handed the aux cord to Jin, "Suga wanted to listen to music on the way. You can too if you like." He nodded and set the cord down without playing music.

Her phone sat in the cup holder between the front seats. Her phone starting going off. Her text notification for one of her friends was, "Waste it on me", specifically, RM's part of the song all the way to the end. She quickly took the phone, placing it face down to end the notification. She laughed, slightly embarrassed.

Jungkook immediately started singing and continued singing after the notification stopped. He really does have a beautiful voice, she thought to herself. It was extremely soothing to her and made her feel more relaxed.

"A fan?" Jin asked, curiously looking at her.

She could feel her face getting flushed, "I am." She nodded hoping the moment passed quickly.

"You didn't ask for an autograph?" he asked, although it sounded more like a statement.

She smiled, pulling into the parking space for his rental, "You guys looked tired and honestly I'm not into that kind of thing." She stepped out of the vehicle to help him carry his bags.

He gave her a half smile and raised an eyebrow slightly, getting out of the car with her, "What do you mean?"

She opened the trunk and started removing his bags, setting them gently on the gravel, "I don't really like to get close to celebrities. I like to admire from afar." She paused and stared at him. "In my mind if I can give them one less crazed fan to worry about, maybe their lives will be a little more peaceful." She handed him the key for the rental.

He hugged her, his broad shoulders wrapped around her. I was right, his hugs are the best, she thought to herself. She left her arms to the side without hugging back. He thanked her and headed up the stairs to his rental. She waited until he got inside before leaving.

Jungkook had sat up by the time she got back in the car. In her rear view mirror she could see him smiling at her. He moved close behind her, using her seat to pull himself forward. She felt as if he liked being able to intimidate her slightly. Perhaps he is into power plays, she thought to herself. He was so close to her that she could feel him breathing on her neck. It was kind of weird but slightly erotic. She wasn't even sure if he did it on purpose or not. He looked too sweet and innocent to do it purposely.

She pulled into the parking space, opening the trunk once again. He joined her at the back of the car, removing his luggage. He stood directly in front of her with a big smile on his face. His wide eyes open as if he had a million racing thoughts. After several moments he reached out to her hand, holding it within his. She looked down, noticing the tattoos on his hands. She looked up to see him smiling at her still. She laughed and took her hand back, handing him the key.

"Goodnight Jungkook" she said. He gave her another big smile, this time big enough to crinkle his eyes. He went to his rental while she made she he got in safely.

She drove back to the front of the park. She couldn't stop thinking about how flirty the guys had been. They were all so cute but man are they good at making me feel uncomfortable, she thought to herself.

She opened the trunk and didn't bother getting out of the car this time. It was already nearing midnight and she was exhausted. RM helped load their luggage, lightly patting the trunk after he closed it. Seijin sat next to her in the front seat, another hopped into the backseat, he sat in the middle, leaning in between Seijin & Jen.

"I'm J-Hope" he said cheerfully. He had a very thick Asian accent, suiting him perfectly. He shared a similar height to the other guys, although he seemed noticeably thinner. Very fashionable. He had a slightly longer face cut with a strong jawline and high cheekbones, Like RM he had dimples when he smiled. An adorable nose that turned up slightly at the end. She had always known that he was really cute, but his personality really won her over. He was extremely kind and happy. She often wished she could be that person. Being an introvert, she often tried to conserve her energy for situations she really wanted to enjoy. Being outwardly happy all the time exhausted her in most cases. It was rare she found someone didn't drain her mentally, she thought most people to be energy vampires.

Jung Hoseok, stage name J-Hope and sometimes referred to as Hobi. - The final rapper of the group and another member who received much criticism in their debut days. Anti-fans asked him to leave the group on numerous occasions which he eventually considered before deciding not to - the love and trust of his group pulling him back. He was the best dancer and most fashionable of the group. His laugh was contagious and animated - he had no problems with falling over from laughter. Spending too much time in water made him seasick and roller coasters scared him to death, though he did think it was fun after the fact. He is known as the happiest member of the group - often gritting his teeth and hiding any problems he faced. He was considered to be the second-to-the-last favorite member of the group, after RM of course, in their debut days. His fan base grew as they reached unimaginable levels of success. As the third eldest member of the group, he was a part of the hyung line.

Seijin sat quietly as J-Hope talked both to, and at, Jen. He often nodded his head in agreement, listening to him be so happy. She pulled into the parking space for Seijin's rental. She had her hand on the door handle when Seijin said, "I'll get my bags. You stay here." She smiled at him and handed him the key. He returned a smile adding, "thank you" before exiting and grabbing his bags. She waited until he entered the rental before backing up. She pulled into J-Hope's rental, a mere 40 feet away. She exited her car, helping him remove his bags. He had more bags than most of the other guys. She set his bags gently on the gravel.

He smiled at her, he swayed back and fourth slightly as if he was nervous. She handed him the key. He picked up his bags and turned away for a brief moment before turning around to ask, "phone?" he asked in English, making a phone call gesture next to his face.

She laughed, louder than she probably should with how late it was, "You are the second person to ask tonight. Let me see your phone." He handed her the phone and smiled, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

"Second? Who asked first - V?" he asked.

She entered her number into his phone. She handed it back to him, still laughing about it, "Suga."

He looked at her stunned before returning the phone to his pocket. "I can't believe that. He doesn't even respond to us."

Her laugh died down into a smile, "Well he hasn't actually texted yet so...." her voiced trailed off, dropping her smile. She could feel how tired she was now, even with the excitement of meeting BTS she felt like she could fall asleep at any given moment.

He smiled at her again, giving her a thumbs up before entering his rental. She waited until he got inside and she could see the lights pop on.

Seijin & Hope's rentals were in the back in the campground, it took her awhile to get back to the front. Pulling into her parking spot she could see RM and Jimin outside the store. Jimin laying on the ground, resting his head on RM's thigh. RM staring off into the distance, resting his head against the window of the store. They both looked fatigued. She couldn't imagine what they had gone through.

She exited the car, and gestured them to get in.

The last boy she had not been properly introduced to stood up slowly and whined half-playfully and half-seriously, "I'm hunnnnngry."

RM rolled his eyes. "Jimin, you just ate" he said with a sigh.

"No, real food" he whined again. This time almost stomping his foot, his blonde hair bouncing with the motion. Compared to the others, he looked petite, but strong. His lips plump and a generously handsome smile. His had slightly chubby cheeks yet still prominent cheek bones, very doll like. He seemed comfortable in his sexuality and that in itself was attractive to her. He presented himself in a very fun, childlike manner. She could see immediately that he often needed reassurance from the others.

Park Jimin, stage name Jimin. - The second-youngest in the group after Jungkook. Lead vocals and well known for his falsetto - he had the voice of an angel. He was a sensitive guy with a need for attention. He loved being the center of it just as much as he loved showering the other members in it. He loved to compliment and purchase gifts for the other guys, always holding on to or touching the other members. In their debut days, he felt out of place when they would strive for a "bad boy" image. In more recent years he allowed his true personality to shine brighter and was met with complete acceptance from his fans. As one of the most popular members, he loves his fans more than life itself. In their early days, he was one of the most hated members - not by his fans but by fans of rival groups. So much so that he had received multiple threats on his life. He struggled in the beginning with loving himself as he was. In his quest to find perfection he often starved himself to the point of exhaustion. Recent years had treated him much better and he was a happier person because of it. He was one of the sweetest members of the group and his love for army knew no bounds.

RM sighed loudly, tilting his head back, letting his arms fall to the side.

"I have food, not a lot but I can probably get you something?" Jen offered.

"It's really not necessary--" RM said before being cut off by Jimin.

"What kind?!" Jimin asked, practically jumping up and down.

"Umm, chips, fruits" she said thinking, "maybe some spicy ramen?"

Jimin didn't even say anything before getting up, he bounced around happily next to her.

"It's been a really long night for everybody, we don't mean to waste more of your--" RM rebutted, trying to calm Jimin.

"It's really no big deal. I live in the apartment up there" she said, pointing towards the sky above the gift shop.

RM looked up to see there was an apartment above the A frame building. Jimin looked to him expectantly. He smiled, rolled his eyes slightly and said, "Well, let's get it."

They walked around the building and up the set of stairs, dragging their luggage behind them. Jen helped Jimin with his as she noticed his struggle.

She placed her key in the lock and turned the doorknob, forcefully pushing the door open. Immediately the smell of blueberry pancake filled their senses.

"Mmm" Jimin said, smelling the air, "what smells so good?"

She giggled at him, "It's a candle. I love candles but I'm especially fond of fall scented ones."

The apartment was small, but cozy. She loved the shabby chic look and decorated her space to reflect that. Lots of white and ivory with subtle pops of pink. It was calming to her.

Jimin dropped his bags near the door. Walking through the kitchen, he immediately opened the fridge and started pulling things out, naming things as he went. "Strawberries, blueberries." He found the bananas on the counter. She handed him a plate, smiling at how happy he was.

RM sighed loudlly, giving up at this point.

"If you keep walking straight you'll find the living room. You can sit down if you want" Jen offered.

RM thanked her with a smile, and headed to the couch. He removed the pillows from the corner and placed them in his lap, laying his head back and letting his neck hang. It feels so good to sit on something other than a bus seat, he thought to himself. He looked around to survey the room - clearly a girls space. Candles. Blankets. Throw pillows. He found the remote and turned on the TV, scrolling through her apps. He scrolled through, finally deciding on Funimation, he reached across to grab a blanket. Covering himself he could smell the faint scent of perfume. It smelled beautiful and warm, just like she did. Slightly expensive, but not too expensive. He breathed deep and let the scent fill him.

She walked into the hallway leading to the living room, stopping at the console table to empty her pockets. She usually carried so many things with her, always her phone but also lip balm, a small vial of perfume, and a pen. She plugged her phone into it's charger. "I'm going to change my shirt" she yelled, unsure if they would even care. It felt super awkward having them in her apartment but they acted like it wasn't a big deal. They are probably used to meeting strangers, she thought to herself. She closed her bedroom door and took off her shirt, adding it to the laundry basket. She rummaged through her drawer to find something comfortable, but appropriate. She chose a plain white tee that ruched on one side. She typically preferred to get comfortable as soon as she got home - getting out of her jeans as fast as possible. To her, pants were leg prisons and shoes were foot prisons.

She entered her living room. "Comfy?" she asked, sitting down on the opposite side of the couch. She admired how cute he looked snuggled in her blanket.

He smiled, "Yah" purposely snuggling a little more.

She giggled, "Jimin found the fruit and he's having a good time in there." She said, reaching for another blanket.

He laughed and shook his head, "I bet he is."

"We can share" he said, throwing a corner of the blanket at her.

Damn he's cute, she thought. She wasn't even sure how she was containing her inner fan-girl. Her heart was screaming but she managed to play it so cool. She thought her heart might burst with how fast it was beating. She covered her legs and snuggled on the couch. She was happy, but so very tired. She could feel her eyes slowly closing against her desire to stay awake.

Jimin finally emerged from the kitchen, smiling and rubbing his tummy. He sighed, eyelids half closed.

"Ready to go?" Jen asked, sitting up on the couch. Jimin nodded. She got up to take Jimin to his home for the night.

"Do you mind if I stay here?" RM asked "Thinking about that ramen now."

"Oh yeah sure. Pans are in the cabinet near the sink. Ramen in the upper cabinet" she said heading out the door, carrying some of the bags for Jimin. He watched through the blinds as she helped Jimin into the car, loading his bags for him. Jimin seems to like her a lot, he thought to himself, I can see why - she is lovely.

RM got up and began looking through the cabinets, finding the extra spicy noodles and boiling the water. He finished the noodles, drained and then mixed them together.

She had gotten halfway to drop Jimin off when she realized she forgot her phone. CRAP, she thought to herself, It's late anyway, I will be okay. Jimin sat in the front seat next to her, leaning his head against the door. He fell asleep on the ride. He looked peaceful, as if the car ride comforted him in ways he had not been comforted in a long time. She pulled into the parking space, letting him sleep a minute longer before waking him up.

RM sat the bowl down, deciding he needed to find the bathroom. He entered her bedroom. Small, but plenty of room with a desk and vanity. Curious, he opened her closet doors. The closet was surprisingly big for how small the apartment was. He looked over her clothing, fashionable, mostly tees and denim. Comfortable shoes - Adidas and converse. Clearly a girl who dresses to be cute and comfortable. He closed the doors. Exactly what he expected based on the little he knew about her.

He went to the bathroom, located next to the closet.

Exiting the bathroom, he had a clear view of her desk across the room. He walked closer and realized that her screensaver was none other than BTS. He moved the mouse to see that her background had a picture of him, specifically from the "Butter" concept photo shoot. He raised an eyebrow and smiled.

On the other end of the wall sat her vanity, slightly messy as if she used it often. It had a large Hollywood glamour style mirror, surrounded by fifteen bright light bulbs. Exiting the bedroom he could hear music. Getting closer to the source, he could hear it was a BTS song. Mic Drop, in particular. He picked up her phone from the table and looked at it, recognizing the number that texted her.

The text message contained only one word. "Hey." He laughed a little, shook his head and said, "Suga" to himself out loud.

He set the phone down, only for it to immediately begin ringing again, this time a phone call. He picked up the phone again to see "Ex" calling. He let it ring, setting it down and listening to "I'm fine" playing. He sang along softly to it.

He picked up his bowl of ramen again about the time she walked in. She shut the door quietly.

"Jimin is safe" she said turning off the porch light. "Poor thing fell asleep on the drive" she mentioned.

RM, slurping his noodles, raised both eyebrows, "You had a call."

Immediately she knew that her ringtone was on. He heard it. Oh god he heard it, she thought to herself.

"It was Ex?" he asked.

"Yeah" she sighed, "my ex husband."

Still eating his noodles, he made a sound between huh and oh?

He gave her a big smile, "And Suga texted you." She blushed, slightly embarrassed. He laughed, louder this time, "I can't even get him to text me."

She picked up the phone, adding Suga as a contact. She returned the call to her ex. He listened to her from the kitchen.

"Yeah what did you want?"

"What does it even matter?"

She sighed.

"We've been through this. I'm done and it's over".

RM heard the anger rising in her voice, and gestured with two fingers for her to give him the phone. She handed it over, giving him a sideways look.

"Yea man, she said no. Its over." He ended the call and smiled - both dimples showing this time.

"What did you do?" she asked, panicking.

"Now he knows you're with a man. He'll leave you alone" he shrugged.

It was silent as they returned to the living room, "Not something you can fix?" he asked out of curiosity.

She laughed. "No, it is not" she said, plopping down on the couch.

He sat down on the other end, one eyebrow up as if he questioned her.

She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. It was always hard for her to hold back her tears when someone asked directly. "After five years of marriage he decided that he would rather have girls on only fans." She looked at him dead in the eyes, "and fuck them." She looked down this time, "more than a few times."

RM was quiet. He had no words that would comfort her in the moment. She seems like a really chill girl, he thought to himself. He moved closer and rubbed her upper back softly, offering what little support he could think of.

She laughed as she wiped away the tears. "Its alright. He's the one that's missing out. I'm fucking great" she announced.

RM laughed. She's kind of cocky - I like it, he thought. Clapping his hands together he said, "It's been a long night and I think we're both tired.."

She blinked at him a few times. She didn't really want to go anywhere at this point. She wanted to fall asleep when Jimin did earlier. "You can stay here if you want?" she offered, half question half offer.

He nodded his head in agreement. She brought him some pillows and a larger blanket for the couch.

"Bathrooms off my room if you need it" she smiled. She went into her room, changing out of her jeans and into ruched shorts. She faced the desk fan towards her bed before getting in, she preferred the cold when she slept.

She fell asleep quickly.

The group chat that they used to communicate with each other was on fire that night :

Suga : Thoughts? She's cute

V : Very

J-Hope : Her car smelled nice

Jimin : Her apartment smelled nice too

Suga : What?! You went to her apartment?

V : I'm thirsty, do you think she'd help? :D

Jin : Too much V

RM : Jimin complained he was hungry

Jimin : I'm full now : )

Jin : She seems really nice. Reminds me of my mom.

Suga : She likes drake

Jungkook : Cool girl

Jin : She likes us

Jungkook : Yeah all of her ringtones are bts.

RM : I can't believe Suga is actually responding to us in group chat.

J-Hope : A pretty girl will do that to him.

V : We should invite her to the show tomorrow night

Suga : YAS!

RM : We will ask Seijin in the morning.

Jimin: *clapping emoji*

RM : *sent a picture of him laying on her couch to the chat*

J-Hope : You stayed with her?!?!

Suga : OMG

He didn't respond further after sending the picture. He laid on the couch, thinking about the day. She was obviously a fan but she treated him like any other person. It was refreshing. He thought about Suga asking for her phone number. It almost pained him to think about and he wasn't sure why. To think of it, all of the guys seemed really smitten by her, he thought to himself before falling asleep.

He fell asleep for a couple of hours before waking up in the night. He walked through her room to the bathroom. He could see her silhouette in the moonlight. She was sleeping on her stomach with one leg bent. He could see her butt poking out the bottom of her shorts. He went to the bathroom and came back. He admired her figure. Her butt was idealistic, the kind that many women would photo shop to copy. Almost too good to be real, he thought. He slowly climbed into bed next to her.

Him laying next to her woke her slightly. She was a very light sleeper, with any kind of noise waking her. She could feel his body next to hers. Wiggling closer she rested her head next to his and offered him half of the blanket. They slept together but in the most innocent way. Similar to how you would sleep with a very good friend - cuddled together without sexual expectations. Neither of them had been cuddled in so long, both enjoying it immensely.

He woke up very early. He stared at her while as she slept. He wished he could lay next to her for awhile longer but there was a van waiting to pick them up. Before he left, he took a selfie with her phone, entering himself as a contact. He noticed Suga had sent her another text message as she didn't respond to the first. He smiled, surprised that Suga tried a second time. It was unlike him to pursue someone more than once.

He found a notebook on her counter and wrote her a note before grabbing his bags to head out the door. He quietly closed the front door when he left, his luggage behind him. Before getting into the car he dug out his journal. He sat between Suga & J-Hope. Once settled and on their way, he wrote yesterday's journal entry :

"Today was a great day. The day was long and the ride even longer. Our vehicle broke down on the way to Chicago. We stopped at a campground and met a really nice girl. Pretty. Smart. I slept on her couch and then moved into the bed with her. It was lovely."

He read his entry over, adding small details he wanted to remember. J-Hope couldn't help but notice his entry, "She's pretty" he admitted.

RM laughed, "Yeah so pretty Suga got her number." Suga laughed, letting out a little snort.

"Had to try" he responded.

J-Hope blushed, covering his face.

RM laughed, "You asked for her number too didn't you? How many of you do you think she can see at once?"

V, who sat behind RM, leaned forward between the seats, "I wanted to ask her but I was too shy. She seems really confident."

Suga laughed at V's misfortune. "You weren't able to form words around her."

RM smiled as he listened to the boys jokingly fight over the girl. They often fawned over pretty girls, but usually not the same one. His mind got lost in thought.

Suga's phone went off. He looked at it, seeing a text from Jen. "I win." he said, showing the text message around as if it were a gold medal.

Both V and J-Hope sighed. RM laughed at their behavior. It was cute and charming, but also somewhat childish. He rolled his eyes listening to them talk about her.

Jen woke several times during the night to find him snuggled with her pillows. She thought he looked like a sweet angel when he slept. He snored softly and looked at peace.

In the morning, he was gone. She yawned and stretched. He didn't wear a cologne - instead he smelled of incense with hints of honey and lemon. His scent lingered on her sheets. It smelled as interesting as he was.

It was her day off, she wasn't in a hurry to do anything today. She made her morning coffee. She looked out the window, mug in hand, to see if the bus was outside. It wasn't. For a minute she thought it was all a dream until she noticed a note on her console table.

"Thank you for everything. -Namjoon"

She smiled at the note and looked at the dishes in the sink from the noodles and in that instant it hit her like a truck. Last night was real. And amazing - but short-lived. She honestly had the best night of her life. It really doesn't go up from here, she thought to herself.

Her doorbell rang. She opened the door to find flowers on the deck. A beautiful bouquet of mixed flowers of all colors. Bringing the flowers in, she set them on her dining table and checked the card.

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What is the youngest age you can remember back to? I was 3 and I had just woken up in a Winnie the Pooh tent with my sister, who was 1 at the time. Our parents let us go ‘camping,’ which was really nothing more than a tiny tent set up on the floor in their room.

What sports are you trying out for this year? Wakeboarding and rock climbing.

Did you wear your hair in a ponytail today? Yeah it was in a ponytail for the whole day as it helps me focus better at work. I’ve kept the ponytail on even though it’s 11 in the evening right now, but now it’s because it would be too warm with my hair down.

Who do you have on speed dial? Nobody. I’m not sure how to do that with my phone, and even if I knew how to I don’t know if there’d be anyone I’d want to put on speed dial.

What colors do you like to paint your toenails? I never do anything with my toenails except clip them.

Would it be cool to learn how to DJ at a club? Sure!

Where are you going to be three hours from now? It would be 2 AM by then but I highly doubt I’d be asleep by then. I just bought all 7 of the BTS Cold Brew Americano bottles (yep, so much happened while I was gone and I am apparently an Army now...) so I’m drinking from one of them tonight; and they are strong as fuuuuuuuck.

What job would you NEVER take, even as a last resort? Anything related to sex work. Not that I’m against it, but it’s just not for me.

If you broke your computer, would you be able to fix it on your own? Only if it’s something a hard reboot could easily fix haha. If it’s beyond that, I don’t think so.

If someone looked in your closet, how would they judge your style? That I need to update my wardrobe. Most of them were trendy at some point, but not so much these days. They would probably comment that I need to add more colors as well.

What was the shittiest hotel you’ve ever stayed at and why? I’m not sure we’ve stayed somewhere I absolutely hated. I know my dad hated our first hotel in Palawan since the whole vibe of the room felt cheap, the bedsheets looked kinda tacky, and the power went out at night, but that’s also just the luxury liner executive in him. Since I don’t really travel just to stay all day in our hotels, I personally haven’t had any experience where I was like, “never again.”

Have you ever gone on a boat and been sick the whole time? No; I get seasick but I can handle it. It’s carsickness I have a problem with.

Did you get a good sleep last night? Not really. My sleep actually felt very shallow and it really felt like I had been up all night even though I’m pretty sure fell asleep by around midnight. Anyway, I’m getting a 3-day weekend since it’s a national holiday tomorrow, so at least I have a lot of time to catch up on much-needed sleep.

What is the weather like outside? It’s pretty chilly and I feel a few breezes every now and then, but it’s not enough. I’m not sweating, but I also need to have my hair up in a bun because otherwise I’d be too warm. Phone says 27ºC.

If someone makes a spelling or grammar mistake, do you ignore or correct? Mostly ignore. I only ever correct if it’s me who made the mistake by accident.

Do oversized sunglasses actually look good on you? I’ve never tried putting any on, so I wouldn’t know.

What is the most overrated thing in the world? Milk tea. It’s great and delicious I like having my own occasionally, but it’s seriously nothing life-changing.

Have you heard any completely untrue rumors about yourself lately? No. I’d feel sorry for someone who would still be making up rumors in their 20s.

What is one word to describe your room? Progress. It’s come a long way since the breakup.

Have you ever kept something from the wild as a pet? Not in the sense that we caught it ourselves from the wild, but there was one time my sister won a baby chick at a fair when we were super young and we had him for a few days. We tried our best to care for him, but we just weren’t equipped and knowledgeable with what baby chicks need so he didn’t last too long.

Do your parents try to plan out your future for you? No, and I’m glad they aren’t the stereotypical Filipino/Asian parents that dictate how I should be living my life. My mom will sometimes let a comment like “get a boyfriend already” slip through, but she also knows I don’t have the patience for remarks like that so she doesn’t bring it up most of the time.

Do you think that surveys are a huge waste of time? I personally don’t think so. Any activity that helps me relax and gather my thoughts isn’t something I’d call a waste of time.

Are you wearing a hoodie today? No. I would hate to be wearing a hoodie right now lmao, I’d be too miserable in the heat.

Did you sleep alone the last two nights? Yes.

You’re single, right? Yups.

How long was your last phone conversation you had? It lasted like 10 seconds because when I picked up, their signal was very choppy and his voice wasn’t getting through at all.

Who was it with? A delivery rider who sent me a package that Bea apparently arranged for me :’) It has all my favorite Korean snacks and goodies and she even included a cup sleeve of Jin from BTS cos she knows he’s my favorite :(((((

What was it about? Like I said, I never got to talk to him on the phone because his signal was poor, though he probably called to ask for directions. He eventually got to my house.

Excited for anything? Binge-watching Run BTS and Bon Voyage all weekend, and digging into the Frankie’s order I got for delivery tonight.

Got laid last night, didn’t you? Nope.

Do you have drama in your life? Kind of at the moment, but it’s something I couldn’t give less of a shit about so I’m not even getting into it lmao. What’s something you really want right now, be honest? To be able to get out of the house and get my cafe visits on weekends back.

As of this minute, what is going through your mind? That these instant noodles I’m eating are really spicy.

Have you laughed until you cried? Many times.

What are you listening to right now? I can hear a neighbor’s dog barking every now and then and a few airconditioners in the neighborhood whirring.

What color are your shoes? I’m not wearing any right now, but most of my shoes are white anyway.

Can you crack your neck? Nope.

What is the last thing you drank? I took a sip from my banana milk right after I had a forkful of my noodles. Too spicy hahaha.

Where would I have found you last night at 11pm? I was cuddling with Kimi in bed while watching Bon Voyage.

What’s your plans for next Friday? So, tomorrow? Just watch a shit ton of BTS videos since they’re my latest obsession.

Does anyone hate you? Possibly.

Would it be hard seeing someone else kiss the person you like? Erm, don’t really like anyone at the moment. Do you think someone is thinking about you right now? No.

Could you go out in public looking like you do now? Probably to the nearest McDonald’s or 7-Eleven, but I wouldn’t go out to the mall altogether with what I’m wearing.

Who will you be sleeping with tonight? Just meeee.

Is there anyone you wouldn’t mind punching in the face now? Not in particular.

What do you have pierced? Just the ears. < Same.

Do you know anyone that smokes weed? A few people.

Where is the person you want right now? I’m not into anyone.

Are you too forgiving? I’m not forgiving in the first place.

Will this weekend be a good one? Continued from last night. I’m just glad I’ll get to relax for three days, but I don’t have any big plans for the weekend that would make it something exciting.

What is your favorite thing about being sick? I don’t think being sick is particularly fun, even if it means skipping school or work...

Have you ever done something you told yourself you wouldn’t do? Many times, which is why I’ve stopped using the phrase, “I’ll never do X.” I always end up doing whatever the thing is at some point.

Are there any people who don’t like you? It’s possible, but I don’t care.

The boy/girl you truly care about needs you at 3am, would you go? Only for my best friends, and maybe close family members. If you had to get a piercing right now, what would it be? I would get a nose stud or maybe a lip ring.

Do you have any bruises on you? Yeah I have one on my thigh. As usual, I have no idea where it came from.

Are you ticklish? Everywhere.

Ever liked someone who treated you like crap? Yes.

Who do you like right now? BTS? Lmao

What’s the largest age difference between yourself and someone you’ve dated? A month and a half.

Are you gonna get high later? Nope. I know Andi’s always gonna be around as my ~supplier~ if I ever wanna try it out, but I have no plans to any time soon.

What was the first thing you said when you woke up today? That I wanna take a shower.

Do you blow dry your hair? Only for special occasions when I immediately need my hair styled in a certain way.

Do you look decent when you wake up? Some days, I think so.

Have you ever liked someone older then you? I mean they’re all celebrities, but yeah.

Is it hard to make you laugh? Not at all, I like to laugh.

How late did you stay up last night? Around 3 AM because I was watching Bon Voyage, and also memorizing BTS fanchants hahahahaha HELP

Which is worse for you: being hot, or being cold? I fucking hate being hot.

How many drugs have you done in the last three days? Just the caffeine in my coffee and nicotine in my vape.

#survey #surveys

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youarejesting · 3 years

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BTS365 Prompts.Week 45

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Kim Seokjin - Task

Since Kim Seokjin’s name was called from the goblet of fire, he had been a bundle of nerves. He somehow made it through the first and second tasks, how? was beyond you, but he was actually not coming last. He was sitting comfortably in second place. With that being said this task was scary than all the rest, he didn’t know if he would make it out alive.

Why was asking someone out to the yule ball worse than any other task he had faced so far. Maybe it was because it was you.

Min Yoongi - Devil

“You look like an angel, walk like an angel” you sang walking around the almost empty diner, spinning around to the music playing from the quiet jukebox. “Talk like an angel”

Spotting the customer on his laptop a lot of equipment on the table working with earphones on, his cap low, and mask pulled under his chin to slowly eat some breakfast. He had friends previously sitting at his table but they were asleep in the truck stop overnight and stayed on a big bus. His cup was empty so you grabbed the coffee jug and fluttered over raising the jug in question. He nodded smiling politely to thank you.

“But I got wise, You’re the devil in disguise,” you sang pouring the coffee looking up connecting eyes before you blushed looking down again, “Sorry.”

“No, it was really nice” he hummed.

Jung Hoseok - Eggs

BTS in the soop was a hit, as were all the bon voyages. But this time it was farm bang, where the boys would have to go to the countryside and learn how to take care of the animals and crops. They woke up early each getting dressed in cute overalls and jeans some with cute straw hats or light flannels. They were each given tasks, Hoseok was to collect the eggs from the chickens.

He excitedly ran to the coop and began talking cutely to the chickens “Owaaaaah Chicken Chicken, ahahaha annyeong chicken eeee ah Namjoon-ah look at the chickens!”

“Hoseok-ah they have little piglets over here, ahhhh so cute wow!” The leader of the group called back across the farm.

Hoseok was quick to step into the pen and immediately he froze up, he was afraid of the little chickens that would peck him. “Excuse me miss chicken I have to collect the eggs,” the whole process was scary but soon he had the eggs in his hands and he stepped out.

Running across the yard he shouted, “Yoongi, look, look I got the—” The hyperactive rapper tripped, falling and crushing the eggs in his hands. The whole group started laughing and he whined upset. “No, I broke the eggs!”

“Gwaenchanh-ah?” Jimin said lifting up the older male, “Hobi-Hyung comes first,”

Kim Namjoon - Common

“Namjoon! Are you okay?” A phrase he had heard multiple times this week when he fainted, vomited, when his nose started bleeding, and when he had refused to eat his favorite foods. This time it was because he couldn’t stop coughing something must have been going on. Something major and scary.

He was referred to your clinic as someone whose job is to investigate and pinpoint illnesses you looked over his blood tests and sighed. “Ah, mister Kim, it seems you have a common cold, my recommendation would be rest and perhaps some chicken noodle soup with a soda on the side” Your grin was cheeky letting the idol know you were a bit of a fan.

Park Jimin - Men

Jimin was searching youtube for the latest trends, music, and funny videos. Just anything to pass the time, he saw something that caught his eye. It was a thumbnail of himself and something he wasn’t too sure what it meant. “The Jimin effect” He read the English title slowly.

Clicking on it he watched a 13-minute compilation of men and women falling in love with him making the idol, giggle his cheeks a brilliant pink. It was funny watching things from a different perspective. He never saw these looks people were giving him because he would be turning away or facing a camera.

Kim Taehyung - saxophone

Taehyung was meeting your parents, it was a really serious thing. Your parents were kind of strict and they didn’t know anything about, Taehyung, South Korea, or Asians in general besides stereotypes. Your parents were kind-hearted people they were just ignorant.

So when you introduced Taehyung to your father the two shook hands, Taehyung making a polite bow and your father stood there pretty awkward. His only idea was to strike up a conversation. “What do you do for work?”

“I’m a sexy porn star” He grinned

“You’re what?”

“No dad, he pronounces it a little odd he said Saxophonist, see, I have pictures of him playing the saxophone”

Jeon Jungkook - diary

Jungkook was staying with your brother Namjoon, he did that every now and again during the holidays. You had only been crushing on the boy since you saw him your first year at Hogwarts, he was in Namjoon’s year but you were the grade lower.

He had helped you with your flying lessons even though you were a natural, unlike your brother, but you let him anyway. There was a whole collection of entries in your enchanted diary about him, it was enchanted to never run out of pages.

The diary would only open for those with innocent intentions. You didn’t know where you had put the diary, last you remember writing something whilst in the kitchen that night but when you got there it was no longer around. Thinking your brother perhaps took it and was trying to break it open you raced upstairs. He almost managed to break the spell, the evil genius and you wouldn’t tempt fate this time.

When you stepped into the room you shouted “Namjoon put down my diary!”

“Namjoon isn’t here and sorry, I didn’t know it was a diary and I see you all the time with it I thought it was a good book and when I opened it I saw my name and I read a bit and I am sorry, I was just curious”

You snatched the diary and he frowned, “I think you are really cool y/n, it’s just that”

“I get it I am not your type,” You laughed not turning towards him.

“No, you are definitely my type, it’s just, Namjoon is my best friend and I can’t with you because he will actually destroy me with some elaborate spell that will remove my knee caps and I like my knee caps” the boy was rambling “Albeit, I like you more and would gladly give up my knee caps, ahhh, this was a bad example. Namjoon would kill me if I tried anything”

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brckenbells · 2 years

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ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - PREVIEW

“I used to call you my best friend way back before you were my everything. Now I'm sucking your neck and you wrote my favorite song. Now I'm fucked up and carrying on, I do not know the words to it yet, oh”

PAIRING: Josh x f!reader WARNINGS: eventually will be 18+ only. Drug and alcohol use, language, a little bit of spice. SUMMARY: What starts as a platonic friendship is soon shifted. A story about learning what you want and who you want. AUTHOR NOTES: Literally something I have been thinking about for so long. I have no idea how long it’s going to be or if anyone will even read it. It’s nice to write things down you’ve been thinking about once in a while. This is a fat FRESH account. Feel free to hmu, y’all.

Josh 8:57 PM Just checking in… :)

“Hey,” He rests his elbows on the table as he rejoins you. “Did you want dessert? Or we could keep drinking somewhere else and save dessert for later?”

“Oh.” You try your best to act surprised. Forcing a polite smile onto your lips before brushing your hair behind your ear. “Dessert sounds nice,” The lie falls out, “But-”

“There’s always a but.” He interjects, huffing slightly as he prepares himself for a let down.

“No,” You start. “No, It’s not like that.”

“It’s not my bedtime.” You state confidently. “I’m just behind on some things I told a friend I would do for them. My deadline is coming up and I’ve not even completed half of it.”

“It can’t wait?” He asks, cocking his head to the side. “I’m having a really great time tonight.”

“Oh, great!” he pulls out a weathered money clip. “You don’t mind going dutch do you?”

“Sure.” You smile fully, offering him your debit card to place in the book alongside his cash. While you wait for the waiter to cash you out you take the time to text Josh back a simple frown face. You’ll elaborate later.

It isn’t until you’re in your car staring straight ahead in the parking lot when he texts you back.

Josh 9:26 PM

Everyone is over here. Stop by. We have all the extravagancies you’ll need to make the memory disappear ;)

#greta van fleet fanfiction #gvf fanfic #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka fanfic #josh kiszka

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mxrcayong · 4 years

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let it unfold - chapter seven

chapter seven

day twenty-eight (still):

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you dart so fast.” Katie hoped to lighten the mood as she came in to the flat, seeing Mark coddled surrounded by blankets on the couch; watching random, stupid television.

Mark sighed, “I’m sorry. I just thought about what you said you wanted to do the fir-.”

“Hey, don’t be sorry.” Katie said sympathetically as she dropped the groceries she bought on the counter of the kitchen, “Never be sorry with me. Especially for that. You don’t control that.”

He groaned, “But I do! I should’ve been more careful! I didn’t want you to get hurt.” Katie looked into his eyes from across the room; Mark looked broken, and it didn’t help he was presumably fresh out the shower and looked so small on the couch, drenched in large blankets. “I shouldn’t have forgotten who I was.”

“Mark, no.” She quickly interjected, her voice becoming serious. He only ever hear her use this voice once before and that was when her boss called her about something to do with a kids behavior. “You are Mark Lee. You are a human like every one of us. Paparazzi here, yeah – they’re shittier than the ones in Korea, but you do not control them. None of this was your fault.” As she was saying this, she approached him so that she was now sitting in front of him. “You are Mark Lee. The Canadian-Korean boy who knows just how to make his friends burst out laughing,” make my heart race, she thought, “and who just so happens to be fucking talented at dancing and singing and rapping” and incredibly good looking, she thought to herself once more.

Mark didn’t know how to respond; he knew if he didn’t say anything and if the two remained in this position, he might do something he’ll regret and kiss her. “What did you buy?” He asked, his voice small and fragile.

“I bought dough, Soju, beer, cheese, tomato sauce, noodles, chicken broth, ramen, and so much more so we can get your mind off of this and we can cook your favorite foods and some pizza for a movie night.” She smiled, “And then we should probably go to the gym tomorrow but we can make even more food tomorrow.”

day twenty-nine

Mark wanted to get used to waking up with Katie in his arms. He practically begged her to stay the night prior but seeing her in the morning; with her hair in literal knots and her face showing all of her perfect imperfections – made his heart swell and reminded him this was a good decision.

He woke up earlier than he has been this trip; and spent most of that time thinking about the girl in his arms. He has felt how he’s been feeling around her before; but never this intense. He guesses its because romantic relationships has never been a priority with him – just performing was. But now, as it’s the forefront; all he wants to do is kiss her. He has the urge to be able to call her his. He sees her and sees something that he thinks is too good, too pure to be on this world – and she’s in his arms. He wants her to be there forever.

“Stop staring, you creep.” She mumbled, adjusting in her sleep. “Go back to sleep.” He chuckled at her sleep-heavy voice.

“I will,” He sighed, “in a bit.” He reached out and felt for his phone and immediately was greeted by an influx of messages from the NCT boys – the only people from SM he didn’t currently block.

Jaehyun: I think you’d want to know…dispatch and the news outlets here found the photos of you two

It was when he logged onto the NCT twitter he saw that #MarkLeeGirlfriend was trending. Fuck.

day thirty

Mark couldn’t feel luckier that the person he was with right now was Katie; who already knew he wanted to lay low and just stay in the AirBnB until it all blows over, even if it means spending their last days – originally planned to visit the valley and the bridge again – holed up inside.

“So, Netflix and food or food and Netflix?” Katie asked, holding up the delivery they just ordered.

“How about comida y Netflix?” Mark said, trying to come up with another combination.

“You dork.” She busted out in laughter, a smile painting her face. Mark felt accomplished seeing the smile on her face.

“But I’m your dork.” Mark didn’t fail to see her hesitation in her next response.

“I guess so.”

day thirty-one

Mark woke up surprisingly early for once; the first thing he planned on doing was getting ready and taking extra precautions with hiding his identity. Today was their last full day in his home and he feels like he needs more time here. Particularly, he feels like he needs more time with Katie to deal with his complicated feelings before having to be devoured by work.

He smiled at the sight of Katie at the kitchen; her hair was wet and cascading down her back in clusters of hair, wearing one oversized hoodie she’s stolen over their two years of friendship. He thinks it’s Johnny’s or Jaehyun’s hoodie. He wishes it was his.

An overpowering smell of bacon filled his nose. “Oh my God,” Mark exclaimed, “That smells amazing.”

Katie jumped at the sound of his voice, making him chuckle as he approached her. “You absolute dickhead! You scared me.” He chuckled, now standing beside her. “I’m making sure our last day here starts out right with…” As Katie put the spatula down, she reached down the cupboards. “Pizza bagels and bacon!”

“Oh my God,” Usually he’d respond with a simple phrase consisting of three words; those were the three words at the tip of his tongue, but saying it would only make his feelings known – especially now that they have a different meaning. “You’re amazing, you know that?” He substituted, making Katie chuckle and playfully flip her hair over her shoulder.

“I know.”

It felt like all the tension from the previous days have disappeared; the two were only consumed with the reminder that today was the last day they have with only each other for a while. “So, the plan of the day is…” Mark sat down at the marble counter that acted as a dining table, using it as a drum sets as he pulled out the plans the two had set prior. “We go on a bike ride around the city, meet up with friends at the market for a meal, walk down the beach, come home, and then binge movies with food that we make to use up all the ingredients you bought prior because my God girl, you bought a lot!” He exaggerated, making Katie roll her eyes as she put the bacon on the two plates.

“Now tell me those aren’t the work of a master-chef.”

“They aren’t.” Mark gave her a straight look, before bursting out laughing at her jokingly-shocked reaction. “No, they are, they are.”

Katie still faked offence, “Say that to your world-famous eggs.”

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Mark knew he had to tell her tonight or not at all. It didn’t help that, knowing tonight is the night, she looked even more intimidatingly gorgeous. She just took a shower so any make up from the day was gone; she looked tired, but she looked freshly tired. Her hair was blow-dryed and looking soft and shiny in her messy bun. She was wearing an oversized shirt and a pair of spandex and Mark was enamored. He was speechless by her; she’s so effortlessly beautiful and he knew she had his heart.

He wasn’t confused about his feelings anymore; he wasn’t confused as they cuddled into their spare blankets on the floor of the sofa beds in the living room the two had set up to spend the last night together. He wasn’t confused as they shared a bowl of ramen and whatever food they could come up with the leftover ingredients. He wasn’t confused when they shared a bowl of ice cream.

“Okay, I’m saying we go for a horror movie next.” Katie proposed, peeling the blankets off of her and standing up. Mark readjusted, so he’s sitting with his legs crossed. His glasses made his eyes particularly doe-like. Katie found him magnetic to look at; from his hair being all fluffy, to his green hoodie making him look like a ‘small bean’ and just enough for her to embrace. All she wanted to do was kiss him.

Mark just nodded; speechless, as he has increasingly become more silent over the night. “Okay, you’re not the Mark I know –.” She retook her place, now sitting crisscrossed in front of him. She put their knees together and leaned forward, forcing Mark into eye contact. “Penny for your thoughts?”

He sighed, licking his lip before biting it. He held his finger out. “You know how you say people who break pinky promises are the biggest villains of them all?” Katie nodded suspiciously. “Well, can you pinky-promise when after I say this and it doesn’t work out as I hope, we’ll still be good?”

She linked her pinky in his, “What’s up bubs?”

“Katie, I think I’m falling for you.” He said quickly, but Katie was able to understand him. He was hesitant to use the L word.

“Haha, Mark, cut it.” Katie laughed instinctively. “You’re just being dumb.”

“No, Katie, I love you. I do; I love the way you smile and the way you care about me. I love how you stand on your tip toes when you order anything, or how you always hum when theres silence. I love how you make me feel. Most importantly, I love who you help me be. I love who I am with you.”

Katie felt speechless. “Mark, you swear you’re not saying this because you’re here? Because I’m here?” She’s hesitant, she’s worried. She dreamt of this, but she’s always scared of commitment. She didn’t want to lose him because he didn’t think this through. “Mark, you may say this now but I don’t want you to go back to Korea and realize you could have anyone better than me – maybe an idol – and then regret everything.”

Mark smiled softly, biting his lip. “There’s no one better than you for me, Katie.” He sighed, “I never noticed how being around you made me feel different than it was supposed to. I thought it was what its like to have a female best friend – but no, I felt butterflies. I felt the happiest around you. Katie, please say you feel the same.”

She didn’t respond with words; she just leaned in and pressed her lips against his. Within minutes, Mark had pushed her down on the sofa bed – hovering over her as they make out.

“Oh my god,” Katie said breathless, “This is so cliché” She said through heavy breaths between their kisses. They’re both breathless; lips practically bruised from the amount of times their lips met passionately. But their lips barely met the beginning of it; they have a whole month worth of making up to do.

day thirty-two

It felt like her lips lingered on his; the taste of her vanilla lip balm a reminder of what happened last night. That, and the way they slept more closely than they have before; their legs tangled together, both of them in their undergarments, and her arms thrown tightly around his chest. The smell of lavender from her shampoo wafted into his nose; and he immediately smiled waking up. Their clothes from their rather intense make out session were thrown onto the floor. Mark was glad Katie ended it there; he wanted to take things slow with her. He didn’t want to mess anything up, so once Katie had fallen asleep; he went to take a cold shower and immediately went back in her arms.

Now, as he rested with the girl of his dreams asleep in his arms, he was hit with a sudden realization; we’re going home. And he doesn’t know if they can stay like this.

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maydave · 4 years

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I joined Tumblr 10 years ago

And I found that in one of my first posts I did this A-Z quiz... Let’s compare. Then and now!

(2010/2020)

- Available: Yup / Still yep - Age: 20. / 30 (O.O) - Animal: Zebra. / Bees

B - Birthday: April 7th. - Best weather: Cold and/or Cloudy /Still cold or cloudy - Been on stage?: Yes - Believe in magic: Very Much! :) / Yes, magic and energy - Believe in God: Yup / Believe there is something bigger than us, whatever you want to call it - Believe in Santa: Not anymore. haha

C - Candy: Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups / Dark Chocolate Truffles - Color: Green /Green & Turquoise - Chinese/Mexican: Mexican /Mexican! FOREVER - Cake or pie: Cake /Pie - Cheese: Gouda / Blue Cheese (Though I currently do not eat dairy anymore)

D - Day or Night: Night / Night - Dance in the rain?: Yup. / Yes

E - Eggs: Fried. / Scrambled - Eyes: Brown :) - Ever failed a class?: NEVER! / NEVER HAVE, NEVER WILL

F - First crush: A kid in my kindergarden class - First thoughts waking up: 5 more minutes? / I gotta pee... I want COFFEE - Food: Sushi <3 / Noodles (In every way)

G - Greatest fear: Being Abducted by Aliens or failing school -.- / Losing another loved one - Goals: Be as good as I can / Be happy - Gum: Peppermint / Cinnamon or peppermint

- Get along with your parents: Yes, very much so. / Actually gotten closer to them - Good luck charm: Don’t have one / Positive attitude!

H - Hair color: “Golden Brown” :) / Redhead - Height: 5’6 / I am actually 5′5″ lol - Happy: Most of the time / I strive to be every day - Holiday: Christmas :) / Still Christmas, though I have not really celebrated it well in a while - How do you want to die: Asleep / Peacefully

I - Ice cream: Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough / Pistachio - Instrument: Violin / I always have wanted to learn to play the Violin (I love it’s sound). Though I am currently learning how to play the Ukelele!

J - Jewellery: Long Necklaces / Small, and fun earrings - Job: Dream Job? Designer for Music Industry, right now? Assistant Designer at a firm. /I am a professional chef, though I still do some graphic design.

K - Kids: 2 at max I guess / Not really in my life plans

- Kickboxing or karate: Kickboxing / KUNG FU - Keep a journal: Nope / Never have been good at it...

L - Love: Music <3 and my fam and friends / Music, food, traveling, concerts, my family, and my friends <3 - Laughed so hard you cried: Many times / MANY MORE TIMES

M - Milk flavor: Vanilla / French Vanilla (gotta be more fancy!) - Movie: Grease / I have no idea, to be honest... - Mooned anyone: Nope. XD / No, no, no - Marriage: One day I guess / Not really in my plans. If it happens, cool, if not, cool was well. - Motion sickness: Nope / Not really, though it has happened!

N - Number of siblings: 1 / Still one (that I know of) - Number of piercings: 4 2 on each earlobe :S / 2... two of them closed off - Number: 7 / 7

O - Overused Phrases: lol, LMAO, “In fact” / LOL, fuck, Meh, shit

- One wish: Meet Simple Plan / (I HAVE MET THEM!! - 12 times now) I wish to find the right place for me.

P - Place you’d like to live: Canada / London, Montreal or San Francisco (My 3 favorite cities in the world) - Perfect Pizza: Pepperoni, Mushrooms, Ham and Onion / Mushroom, onion, bell peppers, and a bit of garlic. - Pepsi/Coke: Coke / Coke

Q - Questionnaires: Are a way to pass time / I wonder why I still do them

R - Reason to cry: Stress / STRESS - Reality T.V.: Not into it / Not my thing still... - Radio station: Idobi “Music that doesn’t suck” :) / I still listen to Idobi! haha for the podcasts mostly... but I mostly now listen to “The Beatles Channel” & “Pop Rocks” on Sirius :) - Roll your tongue in a circle: Tongue Taco! - Ring Size: 10 XD / 7... My fingers are thinner now, I guess?

S - Song: Right now its “The Rhythm of Love” - Plain White T’s / Currently, “Where I Belong” - Simple Plan & State Champs (Feat. We The Kings) - Shoe size: 10, 10 ½ / 10 - Salad dressing: Cesar or Ranch / Caesar or sesame/ginger - Sushi: <3 Sushi wa totemo oishi desu! Watashi wa sushi wa totemo suki desu! / (WTF) I like nigiris: Salmon, yellowtail, scallops or toro (though I no longer eat fish! I still cannot deny those are/were my favorites) - Skipped school: Never! Ok 3 times the same class, and 2 of them I fell asleep / During culinary school I did skip a few, I was the top student, and I lived 8 mins away from school, so I knew my limits on absences and sometimes slept in and missed one or simply did not go... - Slept outside: Yup / Even camped outside a venue once... - Shower daily?: Yes :) / Still yes. - Sing well?: So so / Not too good, but I try - In the shower?: yes / Full on concerts - Strawberries/Blueberries: Strawberries / Raspberries!

T - Time for bed: Lately 1-2 am :p / Usually 10-11 PM. Because of Rona... back to 1-2 AM - Thunderstorms: Rule! (except when the lights go off, no internet D:) / Still marvelous. - TV: I don’t watch much, but i do like Series DVD sets! / Don’t really watch much still... - Touch your tongue to your nose: Nope / No, still can’t

U - Unpredictable: Sort of / I am pretty predictable, to be honest.

V - Vegetable you hate: Cauliflower / (I really like cauliflower now) I still dislike broccoli a bit. - Vacation spot: Orlando, Florida / (HA! I was there a month ago...) Going back to Cabo is now the spot.

W - Weakness: My dad and mum / My mom, and my friends - Wanted to be a model: Once for Torrid :3 / That was an opportunity I missed, but nope, not really a wish of mine. - Which one of your friends acts the most like you: Isaac, we are such losers / Still Isaac, though Mara is a close second. - Who makes you laugh the most: Isaac / All my friends. - Worst weather: extreme HEAT / Fucking heat...

X - X-rays: Many times / Many MORE times

Y - Year it is now: 2010 / 2020 - Yellow: By Coldplay rocks! / Sill a good song LOL

Z - Zoo animal: Zebras / Elephants and Zebras (still) - Zodiac sign: Aries

#me #bored #2020 #therona

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loveseungs · 6 years

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stray kids reacting to you kissing their jaw

goodness i died at these but this one’s for you, @ anon who requested this

➻ chan - “are we still on for tonight?” - chan saw his phone light up in the corner of his eyes and his heart clenched. it was 6pm and he was nowhere close to finished with the newest song. - after finishing a phrase, he pulled his phone and called you - ring... ring... - “chan?” - “hey, love...i’m calling to tell you that i don’t know when this song’ll be finished. i’m so upset. can i book you first thing in the morning? are you busy?” - a hint of disappointment was evident in your voice. “are you sure you’re not busy in the morning?” - he jumped a little in his seat. “this is so unfair to you, i am so going to make this up to you. 8am good?” - “good night, channie.” - beep - chan frustratedly ran his hands through his fingers, typing away. if only he could do everything at the same time, he would. - his thoughts raced from you to chords to disappointing you to a sick new melody as he worked on the riff of the newest stray kids song - but the thought of being unable to push through with the plans he promised made him feel so terrible - reaching out for his phone once more, chan thought of telling you he was dropping by tonight with food and your favorite movies - you didn’t let him. within seconds, you burst into the studio - “what are you—“ - “here. if you’re going to skip out on date night, you better make the skip worth it,” you huffed, placing a cup of coffee and a box of takeout on his table. - shocked? he was FLABBERGASTED - “but i—“ - you shut him up with a kiss on his jaw, roughly touching your lips right there for a second. “would you just finish up now? you need to sleep soon, so you don’t look like a zombie when you meet me in the morning.” - chan fought the urge to explode in ecstasy. - “you light up my life.”

➻ woojin - you had a rough day - by rough day i mean rough week - you were just so angry at everything and irritated and - ugh. you were so tired - so exhausted. if you could sleep and wake up in a different place in life, you’d gladly take the offer - but that wasn’t (unfortunately) how life worked and the next best thing to do was to call kim woojin - you call, he delivers - within a flash he’s at your doorstep, a plastic filled with food in one hand and a big teddy bear on the other - Thank Everything For Kim Woojin - he quickly wrapped you up in blankets and cooked your fav instant noodles - “okay, so i brought my teddy bear but listen. you’re borrowing, okay? no one knows i have this. you can’t let anyone know, and you gotta be really careful,” he instructs, handing you the big plushie - What did you do to deserve this soft man - He made his way behind you and slinked his arms around your waist as you hugged his prized possession - Enveloped in a comfortable silence, you decided to look at Woojin just for a bit - WRONG CHOICE - he looked down at you with such gentle eyes and you just. you kissed him. right there on his left jaw, allowing your lips to linger for a second longer than necessary - his grin??? almost as big as the teddy bear - actually you couldn’t tell the difference between the man cuddling you and the bear you were cuddling - “you should do that more,” woojin comments nonchalantly, even if you feel the erratic drumming of his heart beating a million miles per minute against your back. - with a twinkle in your eyes, you answered, “i should.”

➻ minho - minho’d be doing something silently, like playing on his phone or eating a snack - then you decide to peck him right there on his jaw - he becomes so smug about it - he gives you that MinhoTM smirk and leans in close - “you wanna kiss me elsewhere, too??” - THE TABLES HAVE TABLED U JUST WANTED TO SMOOCH UR BOY BUT HE HAD TO BE SO HECKN EXTRA - lee minho wants to play THAT game?! FINE - you held his chin and tilted it towards you - holy heck where’d that confidence come from - “the question is, minho, do you want me to kiss you elsewhere?” - all smugness has been lifted. lee know does not know what comes next - he is melting.

➻ changbin - u asked changbin to sing for you because u rlly, rlly like his singing voice - so, despite his embarrassment, he sang a lil’ something - his voice was like honey n u could not help but be entranced - so u kissed him gently on his jaw - his jAW, WHICH BY THE WAY IS SO SHARP IT COULD CUT YOU IM SURPRISED UR LIPS AINT BLEEDING READER - he yelpED A LITTLE READER UR TOO SHOCKING - “AISH!!” he shouts, looking at you with pink ears “DONT DO THAT!!” - he attempted to hide under the protection of his cap, but u caught him stealing glances at you - you giggle a little because you were so soft for this soft boy

➻ hyunjin - hyunjin’s such a hardworking boy and he was doing the thing where he practiced rapping with a pen in his mouth - you were working quietly beside him as he continuously practiced - then he decided to practice his vocal part, too - HOLY MCHECK u were not ready when his sweet voice danced to the melody of skz’s new song - his voice has significantly improved and it sounded so smooth - he looked like an absolute angel, and you really could not tear your eyes away from him - so u kissed him on the jaw, a subtle yet cute place to kiss him - A GOOFY SMILE MADE IT ON HIS FACE and as soon as he finished his part, he stopped the music and turned to you. hyunjin peppered your face with soft kisses with his soft lips

➻ jisung - yknow whats fun - goofing around with ya boi j.one - so when han jisung asks u to go on a park date u agree - when you saw him waiting on a bench, you waved and approached him with a smile - HE LOOKED SO GOOD - he was wearing a trench coat and a rlly nice shirt bc korea’s cold like that - so anyway u two started on your slow walk around - you guys talked about so many things! updating each other, talking about the rest of skz, music production for him, your work and home life, etc etc - then u saw a pile of leaves and holy mcheck u! were gonna Do ItTM - u let go of jisung’s hand and jumped really high - rustle rustle~ - THE CRINKLING OF THE LEAVES MADE U SO HAPPY - you called jisung over to join you and he did. in a few seconds u guys were kids again, jumping in piles of leaves - his smile was like sunshine - that’s when u pulled him close and pecked him real quick. on his jaw, too! - HE YELPED A LITTLE AND FOR ONCE, THIS LOUD AND SILLY BOY WAS SILENCED - you giggled and watched him try to process what had just happened but really he was frozen

➻ felix - y’all were chillin in at your place in the evening - it was a slow and laid-back night - but even so, you and felix very much enjoyed each other’s company - “i’m kinda hungry,” felix said, looking up from his phone and into your eyes - you reciprocated his gaze and asked, “well, what do you wanna eat?” - “is it weird? i want cheese, crackers, and wine” - you laughed. “we’re not even allowed to drink that, are we?” - felix pouted. “yeah but like, maybe a small sip? i just really think it goes well with the whole cheese and crackers thing.” - you gave into that terrible pout, and i say terrible because u practically died @ it. - when u returned w/ felix’s strange request, there was some calm music playing on the speaker - after taking a bit of his cracker and sipping a swig of wine, he looked at you again. this time, he stood up - “dance with me?” - wow that was cheesy felix lee but u cannot resist him - he led you as you danced around the small living room space, pace steady - his stare was so gentle. you dared to study his face, and you could not help but land a kiss right there on his jaw - felix broke into a very big grin and gave you a little twirl - then, he dipped you and kissed the top of your nose - it was so incredibly cheesy, but you secretly adored it.

➻ seungmin - school was finally over and u were so glad - it had been a long day, but it was coming to an end - you waited for seungmin outside his classroom and when he came out, you waved - you two had a daily routine of walking to the train station together, so you often waited up for each other - not like u had a crush on him too but - you two were casually conversing until u reached the school building’s exit - the sky was darkening and u knew what was up - y’all rushed outside before u got caught in the rain - but then it started drizzling - you didn’t make it past the school gate when it started pouring. luckily, you two were able to run under a shed - “seungmin, please tell me you have an umbrella” - “looks like we’re waiting here” - “seungmin!” you shouted. “i can’t! i have a family event after this.” - “are you kidding?” his eyes widened. - “no!!” you shook your head. - he took off his blazer and draped it over your head. then, he grabbed your wrist and started bolting in the direction of the train station - screw it. you ran as quick as your legs could take you, and you let out an ungodly scream while at it - when you reached the station, breath hitching and your clothes drenched, you both let out a laugh and headed to the platform - while waiting for the train, seungmin felt a tap on his shoulder coming from you and he turned around, only to be kissed softly on his jaw - he felt his cheeks warm up as you shoved the blazer he’d let you borrow back into his hands - “see you tomorrow, seungmin.”

➻ jeongin - jeongin invited u over to jam with him at his house, so u agreed caus music’s The Best !! - hanging w jeongin’s the best - anyway, when u arrived, he greeted u with an ecstatic face and ushered u inside, where it was warmer !! - you two sat in the living room, making urselves comfy - so like, before anything, you two decided to talk about each other - jeongin convinced u to do those friendship tag things u see on the internet where u ask questions and try to answer for the other - after much laughter and playing around, jeongin grabbed a guitar and started to strum a couple of notes - n suddenly your voice found into his, waltzing to the serenade of the guitar - READER BOTH OF UR VOCALS + THE GUITAR = a pOWER DUET - n u were so heckn proud u decided to record it - so, as he shuffled beside you to get close to your phone which had the mic, you noticed that goodness he was really good looking - and you couldn’t really hold back i mean who wouldn’t kiss yang jeongin - so, with utter care and gentleness, you planted a kiss on his jaw, grinning as his ears turned a concerning shade of pink - HE WAS FLUSTERED but he also did not want to be CuteTM at that moment so with all his strength mustered up in him, he looked at you and said: - “Wow, was I really that irresistible?” - YANG JEONGIN STOP WITH UR DUALITY U LOSER - after being unable to come up with a coherent response, he kissed you back on your jaw - “...damn jeongin... my voice is going to shake during the recording... you monster.”

thank u for reading i hope u all have a swell day !!

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themandylion · 5 years

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[fic] Questhook (3)

Please enjoy this short installment of my smol dragon AU! I thiiiink this may be the concluding section of the “Questhook” portion of this AU? Which means I may be gathering them up on my AO3 soon, we’ll see.

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He doesn't see Tim around for a week, which is strange because they generally run into each other on the stairs at least once a day, Jason on his way up after closing the shop, Tim sleepily trudging up after working late designing tiny computers or whatever it is he does. At first he doesn't think anything about, but after a bout of very loud coughing interrupts his train of thought on his way up Wednesday evening, he comes back an hour later with a container of freshly made chicken soup and a thermos of the peppermint-elderflower tea that the ladies at Adventure Thyme swear by.

A knock at the door prompts another round of coughing, then absolute silence. He knocks again. "Tim? It's Jason from upstairs; I know you're in there. I brought you some soup and tea, if you want to open up."

This earns a series of unfortunate-sounding thumps and crashes, before the door finally creeks open to show Tim, completely bundled up in a blanket to the point that only his face is visible. "Soup?"

"And tea." Jason rases the thermos. "Something Pam mixed up for me special when I had a bad cold last spring."

"Tea?" Tim grimaces and eyes the thermos with bleary-eyed suspicion. "It doesn't have shrimp, does it? I can't eat shrimp."

"No, I didn't put shrimp in the herb tea or the chicken noodle soup," Jason says, not even trying to hide it when he rolls his eyes. Glancing over Tim's shoulder into the apartment, he frowns. "You alright in there? Looks like a tornado hit. Can't even see your bed."

"Bed…? Oh, yeah, I think I have a futon somewhere," Tim says vaguely before erupting in a flurry of sneezes.

"You think—? What have you been sleeping on?" Jason demands, pushing his way inside.

"Oh, you know," Tim says with a shrug, like that explains anything.

"You moved in months ago. How are you still living out of boxes?"

"I don't need much space," Tim grumbles.

Sighing, Jason sets the thermos on the floor out of the way (since somehow there's not even a table) and shoves the container of soup at Tim. "You, sit over there," he says, pointing to the squashy bean bag chair that's the only visible piece of furniture even close to resembling a bed. "Eat your soup. I'll see if I can't put all this away."

"You don't have to," Tim protests, though he's already grabbing a spoon from an open box and picking his way across the room.

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It's a good thing Jason didn't have any evening plans, since unpacking takes nearly three hours, even with Tim stopping him from touching various boxes on the grounds that they contain "items of a highly personal nature"—this said with bright pink cheeks. Taking into consideration Tim's admitted interest in nerdy high fantasy, that probably means an extensive collection of dragon dildos, which, hey, Jason's not going to judge.

Still, he managed to do an alright job of it, getting clothes into the closet, cutlery and cookware into the kitchenette area, books onto shelves, and nearly all the boxes collapsed and stashed away in crawlspace under the eaves. There's now enough space to move around without Jason feeling feeling vaguely claustrophobic and like a someone's going to come knocking at the door at any moment for half a dozen fire code violations.

It took some doing, but he even unearthed the rumored futon and made up the bed, only to later discover a box containing the frame, still in pieces and clearly never opened, though no doubt bought at the same time as the mattress. Since Jason had already tucked Tim away by that point, he chose to leave the box in the corner, a project for a later date, when Tim isn't so under the weather.

Tim stirs and glances sleepily in his direction while Jason's in the midst of sneaking out. "Hey," he says groggily. "Y'r leaving?"

"Some of us have to get up early to accept shipments tomorrow morning," Jason explains, feeling inexplicably guilty that he's dodging out now. It makes no sense, it's not like the two of them are really friends, just neighbors. Tim has actual room to move now, he'll be fine. He definitely doesn't need Jason sticking around, making sure he stays in bed and behaves like a proper adult. "I really only meant to stop by the soup and tea, not organize your whole life."

"When 'm better, we should… get together. Thank you for this. Lemme fix you…" Tim pauses to first yawn hugely, then cough several times. "Dinner?"

He doesn't mean to—the poor guy looks miserable, this cold really has him beat and he doesn't need anyone passing judgement on him now—but Jason grimaces automatically. "Tim. Buddy. You don't even have a table, let alone cookware that's ever been used. I think dinner's a bit beyond you even when you aren't actively hacking up a lung."

"Oh." Tim visibly deflates, tugging the covers up over his nose as his fever-flush goes redder and creeps even higher up his cheeks. It's a testament to just how tired Jason is, because for one brief moment he could swear a tendril of smoke rises as well, Tim's blushing so hard.

God, the guy is a serious walking disaster, and all Jason wants to do is pull him close and apologize. This is horrible, the Thursday night ladies can never know. "Hey, it's cool. There are plenty of good places to eat around here if you know where to look. I'll introduce you to some of my favorites."

"I'd like that," Tim says, the words slightly muffled by the blankets he has yet to remove from his face.

"It's a date," Jason agrees, and then quickly exits, shutting the door behind him in a rush before he can question himself as to why the hell he phrased it like that.

#JayTim #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #smol dragon au #my fic #sickfic #dragon au

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kawaiipickle · 6 years

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[TRANS] Tohoshinki for Ichimoni Interview, cut 1

Airi: Wow, its amazing.. this many people are waiting in line . [Airi is a big TOHOSHINKI fan]

Airi: Ah~ TOHOSHINKI-san are inside of here. [Airi was able to interview TOHOSHINKI before the concert. She is pretty nervous. She looks a bit scary.]

YH & CM: Hello! Nice to meet you!

Airi: Nice to meet you!

Airi: Thank you so much for taking your time when you are quite busy just before your stage.

Airi: I am from a Hokkaido local TV program, I-chi-mo-ri. My name is Airi Kimura. Nice to meet you

YH & CM: Nice to meet you!

Airi: Ah~ You two do exist.

CM&YH: ^^; [Awkward]

Airi: Thank you so much for coming to Hokkaido!

YH: We should say thank you to you (people in Hokkaido).

Airi: When is the last time you visited Hokkaido?

CM: Since we shoot PV for Road in Obihiro, Hokkaido.

YH: It is about 5 months ago, about a half a year ago.

Airi: I believe that you were able to enjoy the beautiful scenery of Hokkaido.

YH: I have an image of Hokkaido as a winter city..

Airi: Oh, snow

YH: But the beautiful scenery of Hokkaido spring was very comforting.

CM: Yes, it was just amazing. But speaking of myself, I am allergic to pollen.. so when I was laughing a lot, my nose was runny like hell.

CM: Like, wow~ this air is so fresh! and my nose...

YH: I laughed hard by watching Changmin like that.

Airi: I want to know more about your new album.

YH: We Tohoshinki and you all should enjoy our lives together as much as we can right now so that we can look forward to our fantastic future.Our such feelings are conveyed through the lyric of this song, so I want everyone to listen the song and understand the lyrics.

Airi: I am not even sure how to breath now, but I will do my best.

Airi: What is your must-to-do (routine) before your live stage?

YH: We are physically active a lot lately so we get body massage after rehearsal.

CM: Sadly, both of us are now in our 30s. In order to continue our activities, we have to maintain our body and health.

YH: Hahaha

Airi: They also shared with us about their favorite foods in Hokkaido.

CM: Hokkaido is famous for its ramen noodles. like miso ramen. We were treated with miso and soy sauce-based ramen.

Airi: Which one do you like, a strong flavored version or lightly flavored version?

YH: Both taste really good so it is hard to pick one.

CM: Ah~ this is yummy, this is yummy... Ah, everything is yummy. The range of our favorite foods has extended significantly.

Airi: Did you learn any Hokkaido dialect?

YH: Well, I actually want you to teach us.

Airi: There is a phrase that I really want you to know.. it is O-cchan-ko.

YH: Occhan-ko!? Occhan-ko!? Occhan-ko!?

Airi: Occhan-ko means Please sit down in Hokkaido.

YH & CM: Ah~

Airi: For example, you can say it, "The next song is a ballad song, so everyone O-cchan-ko."

YH: Oh, thank you. During our live concert, we have a bit longer MC time.. we will say it!

YH: Occhan-ko shi-te-ku-da-sa-i (Please sit down)

Interview was finished.

CM&YH: Thank you so much!

CM: We will see you again!

YH: O-cha-n... O-cha!?

Staff: O-cchan-ko shi-te

YH: O-cchan-ko. O-kon-cha?

Airi: O-cchan-ko.. you can say that during your MC.

YH: I will try my best.

Airi: Please visit our live studio.

CM: Sure, sure

YH: Please invite us again. O-cchan-ko, please

Sournce: beriko 0214

#changmin #yunho #tvxq #tohoshinki #tomorrow #toho quotes

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surveys-at-your-service · 5 years

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Survey #195

i’m fighting to stay up and see the blood moon but i am already ready to fail at 9:30 lmao.

What’s the first website you go to when you log onto the computer? Usually KM. Does your house/apartment have a bathtub or just showers? It's both. Where are your birthmarks? On my right forearm and the left side of my stomach. When’s the last time you found something unexpectedly? The closest occasion to come to mind was when I was inches from crawling into fox intestines... yeah. The grass was just high enough to hide them until I was RIGHT there. What do you call your grandparents? Grammy. What color was the last scarf you wore? Idr the last time I wore one. I never do. Is there at least one ex that you can still trust? Girt. Are there any celebrities who live fairly near you? Not to my knowledge, and it's very unlikely. Have you ever gotten love and infatuation confused? Maybe? When and where was the last time you took a picture of yourself? Months ago. Is there anything that you want to do, but you won’t do because you’re too afraid? Skydive. Who was the last person to yell at you? Mom. What’s the longest amount of time that you’ve spent away from your home? We were technically homeless from I think early February '17 to some time in April (we all "lived" with people I'm immensely thankful for), so that time. Did the last movie you watched have any emotional affect on you? No. What motivates you to go to school? I absolutely refuse to live my own independent life as I've known it so far with serious financial instability that, since being a teenager and truly understanding, has made me want to rip my hair out. Don't for a single moment be unappreciative of knowing you're having a home next month, a working car, insurance, and I'll just stop before this ruins my mood. When was the last time you heard someone talking about you? With certainty, Mom and Nicole, but that was months ago. Are you embarrassed to bring people into your bedroom? No, I like my bedroom, just not the fact how tiny it is. When was the last children’s birthday party you attended? My nephew's. Are you good at reading other people’s body language? I think so. If you’re sick, do you go to school or do you stay home usually? I'm not in that position now, but when I was in school, uh yeah, I begged Mom to let me stay home. Honestly I could just barely be feeling sick and I'd try to stay home. Yeah, I loved middle-high school. Shit, I think I gave Mom trouble in elementary, too. Does chicken noodle soup really make you feel any better? I wouldn't know, I don't like it. What’s one meal that you like to eat whilst sick? A meal, idk, and it also depends on what kind of sickness we're talking about... but with anything, I never eat much or anything heavy. Have you ever set out to ruin someone else’s day? No. Well, I don't really know if I count that impulsive "guess who's going to the ER again" shit, just because I don't remember if that was a motive to just ruin his day, and it also wasn't planned? But I know I intended it to hurt initially at least because I wanted to know he cared, so... Make your own judgment on this one. What was the name of the last board game that you played? I rarely play 'em because I just don't tend to enjoy them almost at all. I don't recall, but I'm sure it was something with Girt; we usually play them when he's here. Do you like to give people a taste of their own medicine? No. Well, if I don't dish it out. I don't believe in karma, but I think it's normal to have a "how does it feel now?" reaction when someone experiences the wrong they've given to others. How was the service at the last restaurant you visited? I don't recall. In a car, air conditioning or roll the windows down? I strongly prefer AC. What type of personality do you find most annoying? Over-the-top judgmental and condescending, but especially egotistical. Do you give any consideration to what’s said in your horoscope? Absolutely zero, and I admittedly find ignorance and gullibility in you if you do. I'm generally super, super open-minded, but. Having faith in the horoscope is a weak point there. Have you ever done cocaine? Wow no. Has anyone ever called you a whore? I don't believe so, excluding jokes with friends and such. Are you the oldest child? The youngest? In the middle? Only child? The middle of my "full" siblings, second-youngest if you count them all. Has anyone ever told you that you have a cute nose? I actually think so? When was the last time you wrestled? Probably with Jason playfully, so years ago. Do you like your first name? I do. Whose car were you last in? Mom's. Have you ever thought about getting your nose pierced? It has been twice. First time, the damn hole closed while I was in the hospital (I had to take them all out, and four piercings total closed, yay), so I got it redone. What was the last reason you went to the doctor? Therapy. What can’t you wait for? Going back to school or getting a job I don't hate. Have your parents ever smoked pot? I don't think so. Do you like scary movies, what was the last one you watched? With who? Yes. Last year's Halloween with Mom. Is there someone you know you should hate but you can’t? I believe I have enough reason to hate Colleen, but I don't think I feel that strongly enough to, especially as yes, she did wonderful things for me too, but I can't forget the many reasons of why I questioned our friendship. I think I just strongly dislike her. Do you take walks often? I can't thanks to my damn knees mixed with my current, lovely sweating situation. I can't walk here anyway, we live on the side of a decently busy street. Do you like Subway? Sure. When’s the last time you said you were fine, but really weren’t? Idk, I've learned to not do that. If your boyfriend or girlfriend cheated on you, would you take them back? No. Has someone ever called you at midnight on your birthday? Maybe? I know at least texted. What is your favorite fruit? Strawberries. Are you fascinated by outer space? I'd love to see a person say no to this. What’s a fun website you recommend? Nothing surprising or new... Do you answer your phone when it’s a number you don’t recognize? Sometimes. Through VR, the person working with me has really emphasized that I have to learn to when you're out trying to get a job and such with how you'll be receiving calls. Do you like spontaneity? It really depends, but in most situations, I think no. Do you have dreams that you’re not giving up on? I absolutely refuse to. Do you have hope for the future? Some days. Not as much as usual of the late. Are you optimistic? No, I'm a realist. Do you think your hair looks better up or down? It's too short to be put up. Do you like bare trees or green-leaved trees better? Autumn trees. Between those two, probably bare, I guess. Do you love your hometown? Yeah, having the Bloods gang try to break into your house, having eggs thrown at your window, drugs being easy to access, and former criminals walking right down the streets, yeah, it was great. Do you dream of decorating a house someday? Well yeah. It wouldn't feel like home if it wasn't personalized. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? I hate you and your barbarous ass more than I care to describe. :) Have you ever been on a rollercoaster that actually scared you? Never been on one in the first place. Out of these colors, which appeals most to you: orange, blue, or green? I don't like green much, but I love orange and pastel blue... eh, I dunno what to pick. Is there anything you’re saving up for? A shitload of things. Know anyone with a really annoying laugh? FUCKING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE. Has anyone in your family fought in any of the wars? I learned recently my grampa was in the navy for I believe two wars. Idr on Mom's side. Would you make any changes to your current bedroom? Ugh, change the color of these walls, please. Has a stray dog ever tried to bite you? No. When riding a bus, do you prefer to sit up front, down back or the middle? I haven't been on a bus in years, but back when I went home with Jason, we sat in the back with a few of his friends. If it was of my own volition now, uh. Probably the middle. Are you normally a person to tell people off? No, but BOY will I if you give me a damn good reason, particularly if the person has hurt a loved one. Do you currently have any bug bites? No. Have you ever gone to see a movie just to make fun of it? No. When you listen to a new song, do you usually play it over and over? y e s Ever been to a REAL metal show? Not yet. How much time do you spend on the computer? Better question is how much time am I not. How do you feel about Motorhead? Loads of respect for our late Lemmy as an icon in the metal community, but I don't know many of their songs. Like every human being at least, "Ace of Spades" I love and is a BANGER. I'm actually not a big fan of Lemmy's voice, but I can overlook the singing for the overall sound of the song, for example, Megadeth for me. What words or phrases do you tend to overuse the most? "Fuck," "shook," "rip," "fite me," and "don't @ me," lol. I am an adult y'all. Is there anything in particular that you’re shy about? Above all, talking about things in particular that I really enjoy/am passionate about, RP being the main one. You will probably never see me more uncomfortable than when explaining/talking about that with 99% of people. Classic rock love ballads: totally cheesy or totally awesome? GIMME. Are you more kinky or conservative? Well I wouldn't really know, I've only ever done "normal" things. I don't think you'd know unless you tried something. What color is your pillowcase? Both are brown. What’s the weirdest way you’ve ever pulled a muscle? Uhhhh. I don't know. Would you consider yourself rebellious? I both do and don't for varying reasons. What’s your favorite symbol? (i.e. the pentagram, the cross, etc.) I'll just consider "real" ones, as my first contenders were all from fictional media, lmao. I genuinely like pentagrams, especially when designed in cool ways. What methods are most effective for you when you’re trying to relax? Deep, rhythmic breathing. I recommend it to absolutely anyone in an anxiety attack or something of the like. I believe it's actually proven to work, and at least to some degree, when I do it correctly and long enough, it works miracles. Here's a really helpful gif I trained myself with: https://thumbs.mic.com/MTc0NWZkOWM5YSMvYnhwRHF6Y2JLcUVuOVZGNUV5d1BST3Q0TU1ZPS9maXQtaW4vNzYweDAvZmlsdGVyczpub191cHNjYWxlKCk6cXVhbGl0eSg4MCk6bm9fdXBzY2FsZSgpOmZvcm1hdChqcGVnKS9odHRwOi8vaW1hZ2VzLm1pYy5jb20vZnh1NWxjNGh2d2RseXdwYmdobDU2YnV2ZGp1a2VqbXd5YnhpZXYxanRmaGlvZGNhcWtpaXR5d2N5NWFlc2dlNy5naWY.gif Are you any good at making the infamous puppy face? I wouldn't know; I probably haven't done that since playing around with Jason years ago... if I even did then, and I've changed a lot physically. Would you rather date your opposite, your 'twin’, or someone in between? In-between. Are you a moaner, a screamer, or totally silent? Moaner that tried to be really quiet because I was so paranoid we'd either be heard or I'd be too loud and miss someone coming home or something lmao. I was so scared of that happening that I always decided we had to stop if I was starting to feel like screaming. What documentary topics interest you most? Wildlife. Is there currently someone you want to get closer to? A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE. Do you take any medications that make you nauseous? Not anymore, anyway. When I started Latuda, it was rough sometimes, but I've been on it long enough to where it no longer bothers me. Do you ever make up your own words? No. Do you have any nicknames that are actually true about you? No. How many videos do you have favorited on your YouTube account? I believe the max where I believe it has to remove old ones lmao. I used to favorite like, any video I liked, but now I use it true to term. When did you have your last 'facepalm’ moment? I did that not long ago, but I don't remember why. Has a boyfriend or girlfriend ever nicknamed your, erm, 'privates’? No, and I don't particularly want anyone to. Do you know anyone who has carpal tunnel syndrome? Myself, actually. I knew I would develop it eventually with how much I've typed since before I was even a teen. My mom has it, too. Do you like raisins? NONONO When did you first kiss the last person you kissed? June last year. What are some of your favorite cities you’ve been to? Literally the only serious "city" I've been to is Chicago, which was great. Would you allow your children to date prior to 16? (assuming you want any) Don't want kids, but hypothetically, it would depend on their maturity level. What’s something about adult life you were never warned of or prepared for? Uhhh idk, but mostly because it's not like I act like a "real" adult... No job, no car, no real adult decisions to make, and Mom handles anything else I can think of. Did your parents teach you proper table manners when you were growing up? As kids, yeah, common sense ones and not putting your elbows on the table. Which I find super stupid and haven't done in years. I only rarely put a napkin on my lap, really just if my grandma's here or I'm eating something actually messy. Which app on your phone do you tend to get the most notifications from? Pinterest, and never for something I care about. I need to turn them off. What is the minimum age to obtain a driver’s license in your state/country? 16. If you won the lottery, do you think any of your family members would ask you to give them some of your money? I'm torn between Mom or not for various reasons on both ends... but I'd help her out regardless. What is the craziest thing you’ve seen happen at your workplace? N/A Do you own any home automation gadgets like wifi thermostats or wifi bulbs? I don't think so? What is something you gave up on after many failed attempts? Dark Souls lmao. What would you do if your ex contacted you? I. Don't really know. I know for sure I'd be closed-off as fuck, examining every blink the dude did. I'd maybe be open to having an acquaintance-level "friendship," but that's it, and I don't know if I could ever stop being aloof. Last time you had anal sex? (if ever) Never, doesn't sound appealing to me. Ever tasted a flavored condom? No. Are your parents wealthy? Lol no. Dad's I believe middle class, but Mom? Have you ever asked someone out? Yeah. What products do you use in the shower? Shampoo, body wash, a facial cleanser. Do you like Swedish Fish? Noooo, they've always been one candy I just don't like. What movie can you watch over and over, and it will never get old? Idk, I don't really re-watch movies anyway. What was the best movie you’ve ever seen in theaters? Idk. Have you ever eaten with both fork and spoon, at the same time? I don't believe so. Have you ever watched a needle go into your own skin? I always do when I'm able to. I like to know exactly when it happens. Have you ever seen someone get a piercing/tattoo? Yeah. Do you know someone that is mute, deaf or blind? Ashley's legally blind in one eye, I believe her right. Have you ever spent more than two weeks in a wheelchair? I've never been confined to one. Does weed smell good? Or no? Nooooo no no. Have you ever regretted letting someone go? Megan. Well, did I really "let her go," idk. How long was your longest make out? Like, all night on/off. Who made you laugh last? JackSepticEye. I'm watching like, every YTuber I like play the demo of the RE2 remaster. HYPE for that game. Never played the original, so seeing it new and realistic as hell will be nice, plus I'm a hoe for Leon. Ever liked someone who treated you like crap? Was the way Jason treated me after the break-up justified, idk. Which is harder, walking away from somebody you love or coming back to somebody who has hurt you? Walking away. What’s one question you hate being asked? Thankfully no one who doesn't need to know asks, but don't ask for my weight please. Did you make a wish on 11-11-11 at 11:11? No. Has anything exciting been going on in your life? Ha ha. What’s the last question you’ve been asked? (Not counting the survey.) Uhhhhhhh. Something from Mom, idr. Do you know any neat card tricks? No. Have you ever had a dream of someone you know harming you? Dad, in a lot before and a long time after the divorce, and I actually had another recently where I woke up and screamed. Idk why I had it, considering my dad and I are good. Do you have nice legs? I absolutely hate my legs. Do you collect postcards? I don't even go anywhere to, my friend. What kind of flooring does your house accommodate? Wood, carpet, and tile. Do you look good in shorts? I WOULDN'T DARE WEAR SHORTS. I hate my legs, remember??? Do your parents ever try to tell you what or what not to wear? Sometimes when we go out to certain places, Mom claims whatever I'm wearing isn't "formal (enough)," but I sincerely don't care in most cases. Have you ever held a tarantula? Yes, a rose-haired female. She was cool. <3 Do you have a dog tag necklace? No. Has a boyfriend’s brother ever hit on you? No. Who would you pick if you had to pick a celebrity (female) to kiss? In a case where we're both single, uhhhh, fuck. Maybe Suzy Hanson because goddamn she is a goddess inside and out I stan a queen. Now what about male? Same rules as above, be fuckin' prepared Fischfuck, he gettin' more than a kiss lads 'n lassies. Do you enjoy folk music? No. Does it make you nervous when you see people throw their children in the air to catch ‘em? To a degree. Do you own a locket? No. Have you ever seen a manatee in person? (they’re adorable) No. Mom swam with them a looooong time back, before she had me or my sisters I think, and I am ENVIOUS. Does anyone get your hand-me-downs? Not anymore. Does your mom still give you an Easter basket on Easter? She didn't last year for I believe the first time. What kind of dressing would you like on your salad? Inject the Olive Garden dressing into my veins. Have you ever stolen anything without intent? (walking out of the store with something in your hand, etc…)? I don't believe so. Are you good at Sudoku? I haven't played that in years. I used to be. Have you ever stayed in an unhealthy relationship just because it was easier than ending things? No. If you were diagnosed with a genetic disorder, would you still have biological children despite risking passing the disorder on to them? I don't want kids, but hypothetically, I guess it would depend on the disorder. What's the longest song you know all the words to? Ohhh not sure. I could look on my iPod, but don't feel like it. What is the greatest source of anxiety for you? My totally stagnant life. What's something you could endlessly rant about? Ha, so much... At this current time, probably the cancer that is the anti-vaxxer community. What's something you could passionately talk about for hours? Mark, meerkats, and Silent Hill. Do your parents still live in the same house they raised you in? No. Do you know anyone who got pregnant as a teen and dumped the baby on their parents to raise? Probably. What would you do if your own teenaged child did that? Again, don't want 'em, but I'll be hypothetical. I would be fucking irate, and quite honestly, I'd probably end up putting it up for adoption if her ass tried that. Maybe my answer would be different if I actually had a daughter and thus the connection to her own child, but idk. It's hard to answer this question when you don't want kids. What's a place you have a strong emotional connection to? My hometown. We essentially never drive past it, but seeing my childhood home gives me this nostalgic-as-fuck feeling. What is something that you feel you are destined for? I don't believe in destiny. If you could form only one thing with your mind whenever you wanted, what would it be and why? Money, for obvious reasons. If you could control any form of liquid, which one would you want to control and why? (liquid water, frozen water, mist, blood, sap, etc) Blood would of course be coolest, but uh. Liquid water would probably be most useful. If you could have the power of any animal (you don’t transform into the animal, just obtain its abilities), what animal would you pick? A bird, I guess. Would you be willing to merge/fuse with someone else if you got cool powers to go along with it? No.

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