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bts-teaspoonff · 3 years

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Fangirl pt. 2

Genre: Romance, Slow Burn, Idol A/U

Pairing: BTS OT7 x reader

Rating: PG

Summary: Y/N, being a huge fangirl, finally got her chance to work alongside her favorite idol group as a backup dancer. She gets to know each member personally and realizes that her feelings may be more than fangirl-idol attraction.

Word Count: 4K

Taglist: @nochujeonjk

PARTS: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | ... masterlist

“Hey there, early bird! I missed you!” As I was patting off the dust from my backside, my slight irritation was gone as my brother rushed to give me a big hug. We barely see each other nowadays, now that I live alone. We used to live together but he moved in with his girlfriend around three months ago. We used to be two peas in a pod, never leaving each other’s side. Best friends. I don’t hate that he moved out, though. I actually learned to be a lot more independent due to that, and I gained a new friend which was his girlfriend. She’s older than us by two years so I guess I gained an older sister through him. “Did you eat breakfast? Or maybe brunch?” he peeked at his watch as he continues to hug me.

“Only a roll of kimbap from the aunty across my building. I don’t want to eat a lot when I’m nervous.” I giggled as I release him from my arms.

He exclaimed with his mouth agape. “Right. You tend to vomit when you’re really nervous.” He pats my shoulder and escorted me up the steps and through the doors. “Don’t worry, they’ll love you. Those guys are really nice, but I can’t say anything about your new teammates since they’re new as well. Let’s just pray they treat you well.” He pats my head in adoration. We arrived at the front desk and I proceeded to ask for Mina. She gave me a visitor’s ID and my brother broke my conversation with her when she offered to give me directions, telling that he’ll escort me on the floor where I’m needed instead.

We exited the elevator and he directed me to a hallway with huge glass door at the end. We turned and maneuvered our way to another hallway with two huge frosted glass. He pushed the door and I could see the whole floor until the other end of the building, with rows of cubicles and people with eyes glued to their screens. A beautiful, cozy and conducive workplace. Some were huddling and discussing, and a few of them were chatting and exchanging laughs. Jiyong pulled my hand and we increased our pace. “I want you to meet my team.”

I was greeted by somewhat familiar faces as I recognize them from my last video call with my brother. Three men and two women were chatting around a circular table in a small room. Some of them got up from their seats as my brother entered the room with me following him behind.

“Wow. Now that we see you in person, you both really look alike. That’s amazing.” One female rushed to my brother’s side, pushed him against me, and gazed at our faces. I stared at my brother and he also stared back. We both chortle as we both felt amused with his workmates. We grew up used to people amazed with us looking so similar to each other, being identical twins. I spent a few moments with my brother’s workmates and they congratulated me as they discover that I’ll work for the same company along them. They gave lots of advices, tips and whatnots to make work life here easier. My brother proceeded to excuse both of us out the room, across the huge office space and back to the elevator.

“I know you don’t want to eat but let me at least get you coffee or something small to bite. I don’t think you had coffee yet, and we both know how you function without it.” I actually forgot to make coffee for myself back at home or even dropped by my favorite coffee shop along the way. I was too nervous to actually remember. “Relax sis.” He giggled as he rubbed his hands on my shoulder, pushing me inside the elevator.

He escorted me to the cafeteria in the lobby. He offered to pay and I obliged. I ordered a really huge cup of Iced Americano and he ordered his coffee and snack. I missed spending quality time like this with my brother, though brief. I glanced at my watch and it was already 9:40 am. I gulped down my coffee within 5 minutes, almost choking with how swift I finished it. I pushed his arm to alert him to hurry as he was supposed to escort me to where the meeting is.

I arrived just outside of the room. I was staring at the frosted glass with my hand frozen inches away from the doorknob. Upon opening, I was met with turning heads and stares from girls sitting around on the floor of the dance practice room. I guess they’re the newly hired female backup dancers. Great, they all know each other already. Maybe they all belong in a dance crew? Why am I nervous?

“Nice to meet you everyone.” I bowed as I slowly trot towards them. “Are you here for the meeting as well?” A few of them stood up quickly and bowed back.

A fellow dancer that I didn’t notice at the far right side of the room bowed as well. We all exchanged introductions as they offered me to sit with them. They all seem nice and friendly. Ages were asked and it turns out I’m the maknae out of all the 15 dancers here inside the room. I also discovered that half of us were part of the same street dance crew, five were former backup dancers of other idols and I’m the only sole dancer without a crew.

Two men came inside the dance room and talked to us for around 2 hours. I’m guessing they’re the dance directors. They informed us that even though they accepted us as a part of the dance team already, they’ll be asking us to participate at a live evaluation later today with freestyle dance. I looked around the room and I was more nervous than ever. I felt slightly intimidated by the presence of all these seasoned dancers. Deep down in my mind, I think I’m out of my league here. I got myself into a situation where I’m the least experienced out of everyone.

As the main choreographers continue to talk, I couldn’t hold in my pee. I really need to go to the restroom right now but I’m too shy to excuse myself out. “Why did I have to gulp down a huge cup of coffee just before this meeting? This is so not helping with my nerves.” To my luck, they concluded the meeting and excused themselves out of the room to leave all of us to prepare for the live evaluation. I bolted out of the room in search for a restroom. I faintly recalled a sight of a restroom just across the hallway. I ran past a practice room, blasting to Fake Love and a few chatters and laugh. I unconsciously hummed to the song in my head, closing my eyes for a moment as I ran to the restroom.

I opened my eyes and didn’t grasp the second I bumped into someone in front of the restroom signs dividing the female and male rooms. My backside embraced the floor once more.

“I’m so sorry I didn’t see…” To my luck, the person I bumped into was…

“Yoongi hyung. Should we...?” Jimin quickly came out from the male restroom just behind Yoongi, whom I’ve bumped into. Yoongi was looking at me, examining my face and slowly recollecting the memory from this morning.

“You again? I thought I told you to watch where you’re going.” He just stood there as I rub my backside. He was about to bend down and reach his hand out but Jimin quickly offered to lift me up. I gladly obliged but shit, my butt really hurts. I forced a smile as I tried to hide my winces from the pain.

“Are you okay?” Jimin asked, hands still on my forearm and looking at my face. I felt bashful from his gesture. I realized that a BTS member just helped me up. His skin is so smooth that it looked like ceramic, and such adorable cheeks that I just want to pinch.

“Thank you so much.” I bowed as I respectfully removed my hand from Jimin. I could still feel Yoongi staring while my head was down.

“Are you… an employee here?” Yoongi asked with a tone different from how he spoke to me this morning just outside the building. I stood up straight and saw Jimin with a bright smile, also waiting for my response. He placed his arm on Yoongi’s shoulder.

“I’m new here, just today actually.” My eyes were glued to both of them, realizing that I was in front of two BTS members. An opportunity beyond my wildest dreams. I’m actually conversing with them and not just me talking into thin air to their posters and cut-outs. “Backup dancer.” Jimin’s face lit up with a grin split across his face.

“I didn’t know the evaluation will be today.” Jimin removed his arm from Yoongi and bowed down. “Looking forward to working with you.” I was surprised with Jimin’s enthusiasm. I bowed back a second after him. Standing up straight, I looked at Yoongi. He looked like he wants to say something, with his mouth slightly open.

“It’s such an honor to meet you both but I’m sorry, I really need to use the restroom.” I excused myself quickly to the restroom. I rushed inside and closed the door.

Jimin placed his arm back on Yoongi’s shoulder and they both walked back to the practice room where the other members are. “Feels like I want to watch the evaluation. Do you want to join me?”

“I still have to finish up my demo in the studio. Why not ask Hobi?”

“That’s a good idea actually.” Jimin giggled at the excitement. There’s also a thought inside his mind why he felt slight familiarity when he saw your face. He doesn’t recall where he saw you or if you have worked together before. He let the thought occupy him for a few moments before pushing it aside as he goes inside the practice room.

“Hey Jimin, look at this!” Taehyung beckoned Jimin to see the video playing on his mobile. J-hope was reaching for a cup of water from the dispenser at the side of the room while chatting with RM, who was trying to catch his breath. Jin and Jungkook were going through some of the steps in front of the mirror.

“Hobi-hyung. Today’s the evaluation for the new female backup dancers.” Jimin called as he was walking to Taehyung. Hobi was alerted to Jimin’s call. “Want to watch?”

“I’m sure our presence won’t help with the nerves of the dancers. Better to watch next time.” Hobi finished his cup of water and brushed his fingers through his hair as he discarded the cup. Jimin was intrigued once more by the thought of the familiarity from your face. He couldn’t put his finger where he saw you. He was sure that he must have at least saw your face once or twice.

“Hey, look at this.” Taehyung pouted and pulled on Jimin’s shirt to ask him to join him on the floor. Jimin followed.

…..

While I was waiting for my turn for the evaluation, my encounter with Jimin and Yoongi kept repeating in my mind. I get to meet BTS members twice in one day. Too bad that it both started with me slumped on the floor. Jimin’s ethereal blonde hair with his adorable grin and Yoongi with his cool demeanor. I never thought I’ll get to meet them on my first day here.

“Next, Y/N” Interrupting my daydream, I heard the female dance director call my name. I stood off the floor and walked to the middle of the room, facing the dance directors. The other dancers, who finished their evaluations, were silently cheering for me at the back. “We’ll let you dance to a hip-hop piece and an additional dance piece afterwards.” I curled my hand at my side and waited for the song to start. I could feel the stares of the dance directors, anticipating me to start as well.

The first beat started to blast across the room and I felt a smirk plastered across my face. I’m sure the dance directors saw it as well. I recognized the song and let the beat take over my body. I could feel my hair whipping around as I pop my body to each beat. I recall the times when I would enjoy dancing to random songs late at night with my fellow dance teachers at the dance studio. Dancing like this, I really felt like I’m in my own world. With every slow beat, I could feel my body rolling and with every strong beat, I let myself pop.

The song lasted a minute before the dance director asked to stop it. The other dancers were clapping their hands so loud that I was broken from my euphoria from dancing. I could feel that my cheeks were burning from their enthusiasm. I went back to my shy posture with both hands at my side, trying my best to catch my breath. I could see smiles from the dance directors as they exchanged words and looked at my folder. My eyes roamed the room when something caught my attention. Someone was watching from the door, both arms across his chest and with a grin that felt like sunshine.

“Hoseok? Are you here to watch?” One of the dance directors noticed J-hope standing at the door. Semi-silent gasps were heard from the other dancers as they take in the presence of the BTS member. J-hope just smiled with his cheeks high up while he walks towards the dance directors’ table. Jimin popped in soon after, skipping towards J-hope.

“We just finished our practice. Jimin thought it would be nice to pop in. Is it okay to observe for a while?” Hoseok pulled out a chair for him and Jimin. They both sat down and looked ahead. I froze in place. I can’t feel my hands. My gaze went to the other female dancers and I could see that they were really trying hard to hide their amazement that Jimin and J-hope appeared before us. I looked back to J-hope and Jimin. Usually, I would scream and jump from where I’m standing. I would cheer their names and maybe even take out a banner, but not today. I am standing in front of them, waiting for my turn to dance to whatever song the dance directors chose next. I cannot control my nerves as of the moment. It’s taking over me, hindering all movements I thought of. I can’t feel my fingers. This is it, this is the end of this chance. I won’t be hired as a backup dancer if I can’t move and handle this pressure. I thought all of this nonstop.

“Y/N, you may start.” I heard the female dance director and it horrified me as I begin to hear the music. Looks like the music has already started for some time now. The faces of the other dancers were of worry and confusion. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This is my only chance. I should redeem myself. As I absorb the music, I was met by familiarity and bliss. I had already performed this song as a modern dance piece when I was a student along with my fellow students in the dance department.

Slowly, I let the music take over my body from my core until the tips of my fingers. Like a graceful swan, I flew across the room. I slid on the floor and stood up with an elegant smooth body roll. Jumps that took no effort and landing so sophisticated that it almost didn’t make any sound. I was eager to get this job and I gave everything. The room felt blacked out with just myself in the middle of it, being in the bright spotlight. The moment the song stopped, reality swiftly hit me. I was back in the practice room being evaluated by dance directors, observed by two BTS members and cheered on by other enthusiastic and supportive dancers.

Being the shy duckling I am, I stood straight like a soldier with both hands at the side. All the dance directors were still staring at me and both J-hope and Jimin were nodding in approval. Despite my horrible start, I’m so glad I redeemed myself. I could explode right now from the amount of emotions flooding through me. Now that I’ve finished the evaluation, I found myself staring at the two BTS members. Jimin with his dark grey loose shirt, black FILA track pants, Balenciaga bag swung across his chest, and cool dangling earpieces. J-hope in a peach flowy long-sleeve top with a green vest, brown baseball cap loosely hanging on top his head and brown shorts that shows his toned legs. They were both conversing when I felt Jimin’s long stares directed at me. He looks slightly intrigued but nevertheless, stares from this man could kill. I felt flushed and let my eyes wander elsewhere.

“Thank you Y/N. Next please.” I bowed and rushed towards the back of the room, joining the other dancers. I was met by praises from the other dancers. My heart felt warm from all the affirmation the others were giving me but I was still bothered by the stares from Jimin. I looked at him once more and he’s still staring at me. He studied my face and smiled when he saw me getting shy from his stares. I turned my head away and looked in front towards the next dancer.

Both of them stayed for a while before excusing themselves out of the room. Some of the dancers were whispering that they’re sad that two of the boys are now not in our presence. I admit that I’m a bit sad too but I can finally breath and relax. Despite being so nervous with them present during my evaluation, I was elated that they were here inside the room as me. I’m lying if I say that my heart wasn’t pounding furiously. I’m just trying to be professional here but I’m still a big fangirl at heart.

…..

“Are you okay? You’ve been too occupied by your thoughts since a while ago.” Hoseok asked Jimin as he sips from his juice. Jungkook and Taehyung who were sitting across the two boys, eating their post-practice snack, were intrigued by J-hope’s question. They noticed Jimin was staring away with his brows furrowed.

“I really think that I saw that backup dancer somewhere but I can’t put my finger on it. Her face looks too familiar.” Jimin sipped his juice through a straw.

“Which backup dancer? The first one?” Hoseok studied Jimin’s face. Jimin nods. “I haven’t seen someone dance like that in a long time. Her passion just captivates you and pulls you in. I can’t wait to work with her and all the other dancers.” Hoseok beamed with hope as he recalls your evaluation performance.

“Also, the modern dance piece that she did felt familiar as well. I could actually feel my body dancing with her but I couldn’t remember where or when I danced to that song.” Jimin admitted.

“Did you watch the whole evaluation?” Jungkook asked the two. Taehyung kept on scrolling through his social media.

“We only watched a few but they were good.” Jimin replied, getting a smile from Hoseok.

“Yeah, especially the one you’re trying so hard to remember. You were staring at her, did you know that? It’s a shocker that she did not melt from your stares.” Jimin turned to Hoseok, surprised by his hyung’s revelation.

“Really? Oh no hyung, I’m too embarrassed by myself. I really didn’t know.” Jimin covered his face with both his hands.

“What made you embarrassed?” Yoongi comes up behind them with an Iced Americano cupped in his hands.

“You remember the girl that bumped into you when went to the restroom? Hobi-hyung and I saw her evaluation and I didn’t realize that I was staring at her the whole time. He just pointed this out to me now.” Jimin, still with a hand covering half his face. “Hobi-hyung, you should’ve told me to stop or something. That’s too embarrassing.”

Yoongi sat down on a vacant chair beside Taehyung. “Actually, I need to apologize to her as well.” The four boys turned their heads to Yoongi looking all confused. Taehyung was about to ask him for the reason but he was soon cut off by Jimin.

“Was it because she bumped into you outside the restroom? And you didn’t help her up?” Yoongi’s face became a bit darker, frowning.

“We already bumped into each other the first time this morning. I was so pissed off about something that I just ignored her and walked away. The second time was with you, Jimin.” Yoongi sipped his coffee once more, contemplating on his actions. He admits that despite being so pissed at something, he should’ve at least shown decency and helped you up. Now that he knows he’s probably going to see you around and work with you, he felt awkward thinking back on how disrespectful he was towards you.

“Wow. You’ve met this woman today and she’s already bumped into you twice, Suga-hyung. She also made Jimin-hyung bothered and Hobi-hyung eager to work with her after seeing her dance. Now I’m interested in meeting her.” Jungkook jokingly teased his elder members as he chows down his sandwich.

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After the evaluation, we were told that they will be contacting us again after a few days and if deemed unworthy by the other dance directors from their opinions on our evaluation, we will be informed if we passed or not. Apparently, our positions on the dance team is not final. I still have to wait for a few days to know my fate. All the dance directors walked out the room and all of the other dancers started packing up their stuff. Some of them walked up to me and praised me for my performance. They also teased me that they were afraid that I was so caught up with my nerves when the two BTS members walked in during my evaluation. They said that if it was them, they would be so nervous as well and commended me for still giving a wonderful performance despite my obvious stumble when the music started.

One by one, the dancers head home. I glanced at my watch and was surprised with how fast time flies. It’s already 4 in the afternoon. I phoned my brother to check on him.

“You done with work? We just finished and everyone went home. Can we eat out? I need some company, I feel so drained. My treat.” I stayed in front of the door out the practice room as I swiftly typed in my message.

Thinking back, I haven’t had the time to process what a whirlwind this day was. It started on a bad first meeting with Suga (which was definitely my fault), a surprise evaluation from the dance team, bumping into Suga again (still my fault. By the way, I really need to be careful from now on) and meeting Jimin in the most unappealing places ever, impressed the dance directors but absolutely botched the second dance when Jimin and J-hope came in to watch, and finally, I’m still not sure if I’ll get this job or not because I still have to wait for their mail. I’m so proud of myself that I’m still standing up straight. Thinking about it just makes my knees buckle. I can barely hold myself straight due to my nerves before when I try to dance in front of other people or even when I met BTS once at a fan meet. I should give myself a pat on the back. Yup, I deserve that for getting out of my comfort zone and not making myself look like an idiot in front of everyone.

“Your treat? I’m about to finish. Wait for me.” My brother replied. I laughed so hard. Bribing each other with food is truly our signature move. Not that I’m complaining but you can never say no to free food.

“Korean Barbeque it is.”

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writingbeary · 3 years

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Note: Set around Year 2019

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Waking up to a quiet dorm was something Minyoung would have never expected to experience when she moved in with them but that is what she woke up to this morning. They were given their usual holiday after promotion period, only this time they were given a whole week off which the members took advantage of to visit their family.

Minyoung didn't have any close family in Korea which is why she's remained at the dorms. The members did ask her if she wants to go with any of them so she won't be alone but she declined saying she'll be fine at the dorm and making an excuse that she made plans with her friends. She actually didn't have any plans since most of her friends are busy during this time but she didn't want to intrude on the family time of her members.

Jongho was last one to leave this morning as he was living the closest and was very hesitant to leave Minyoung alone. "You can just come with me. Mom would love to have you over. She’s been asking me when you’ll come to visit anyway. You'll be alone for a few days. Are you sure?"

"Don't worry about me and just go. I'm sure they're already waiting for you back home. I'll contact you if something happens, or better yet I'll just update everyone in our chatroom." Minyoung let out a giggle as she was trying to push Jongho out the door, the latter not budging from his spot.

"Then make sure to message okay? If you change your mind, tell me and I'll pick you up." Jongho sighed before smiling.

"Mhm! Don't worry and just enjoy the holiday. Tell your mom that I’ll visit her next time." Minyoung hugged him before seeing him off.

Having the dorms to herself, Minyoung looked around for something to do before deciding she could clean up the place a bit. They've been so busy that they barely had time to eat and sleep, much less clean. It wasn't as messy as one would expect a group of their size would have but there were some that needs cleaning mainly the shoe cabinet and the couch that sometimes doubles as a hamper. She lost track of time only to realize how late in the afternoon it has gotten, when her stomach made a sound.

"It's time for lunch, I guess. Do we even have anything I can eat here?" Minyoung looked through the fridge and found it empty except for bottled water and kimchi. "Guess not. I'm ordering in and maybe go for groceries tomorrow." She picked up her phone and decided to call the Chinese restaurant near them.

"Yes. Please leave it by the door. Yes." She said finishing up the call. She was then reminded of how she couldn't even call for delivery, worrying if they could understand each other.

(Flashback)

ATEEZ was in the middle of practicing for their showcase when Hongjoong decided it’s time for them to take a break. Most members lied down on the floor catching their breath.

“So tired and I’m hungryy.” Minyoung whined as she sat down legs stretched on the floor.

“What do you want to eat?” Seonghwa asked already getting their manager’s phone to order.

“I want chicken.” Yeosang answered with Mingi agreeing to it

“Pizza” Jongho and Minyoung answered at the same time, grinning at each other when they realized.

“Should we get chicken and pizza then?” Hongjoong looked around if everyone is okay with it.

“Let Minyoung order it.” San laughed as he noticed Minyoung whipped her head, shocked and confused why he’ll even suggest that. “For practice. Don’t you want to learn how to be able to do that on your own?” San added.

Minyoung nodded, biting her lip“But..what if they don’t understand? Or I don’t understand.”

“You’ll just have to tell them. We’ll guide you anyway then later you’ll be used to it.” Mingi patted her head chuckling as Minyoung took the phone to order.

Minyoung called the shop and waited nervously for them to pick up the call. “Ah. Hello. I would like to order. Yes. The address is KQ Entertainment. I’d like 4 orders of chicken and 3 boxes of the pizza special. I’ll pay with my card. Thank you.”

“We have a special promo for today..” as the staff went on to explain Minyoung looked towards Jongho for help in a panic as there were a lot of information being relayed in a short time. The other members let out a laugh, particularly San and Wooyoung who were laughing as if they were having the time of their lives. Jongho decided to step in and finish the order for the girl and patting her back after.

“You did well Youngie-ah.” Mingi chuckled patting her head “That was good.”

“The look on your face!” Wooyoung who was still cracking up at what happened managed to say in between his laughs

“Yah yah. Stop it. She did well.” Mingi defended her “I’d imagine the same would happen to us if we were abroad.”

“Should we not let them eat?” Jongho said grinning. Minyoung looked as if she was thinking about it, evoking laughter from everyone other than San and Wooyoung who suddenly stopped and argued that they can’t do that.

(End of Flashback)

It has been six days since the members left for their family homes, six days since Minyoung had the dorm to herself. She had already done everything she could think of to stave off boredom. She was able to talk to her family through video calls, meet up with some of her highschool friends who didn’t have a busy week, and managed to watch dramas and movies that she wanted but unable to due to their packed schedule. She never knew that a week could be a long time when you don’t have anything planned.

The quiet dorm, although Minyoung appreciates how relaxing it is, makes her miss the members and their antics a lot. It was to the point where Minyoung even thought that she wouldn’t mind Wooyoung and San teasing her about the most random things.

“How should I spend the kill time tomorrow?” Just as she thought that, her phone dinged indicating a new message.

(ATEEZ groupchat)

San: Minyoung-ah, are you home? Minyoung: I am. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Minyoung: Why? Did you have something that will be delivered today? (・・ ) ? San: Can you open the door for me? There’s a lot for me to bring up. Seonghwa: San, you went back early? San: I did. Mom scolded me when she found out Minyoung spent the holiday alone and told me I should have asked her to come with me. Wooyoung: My dad told me off too. He even said I should just go back after spending a day at home. Jongho: I asked her to come with me but she didn’t want to. Minyoung: How could I? It’s a rare holiday, I didn’t want to intrude on your time. |･ω･) Minyoung: Hold on. Let me open the door for San-oppa. Jongho: I told you my mom has been asking me when you’ll come visit. Seonghwa: I’m also on the way back already. Wait for me and let’s eat dinner together.

Minyoung went to get the door and helped San place his bags on the kitchen table.

“My mom packed a lot of food for you. She said you should come with me next time instead of staying here alone.” San handed one of the bags to Minyoung with his mom’s note for her

“Omo. I should thank her. I definitely want to come see where you grew up oppa. I’ve always been curious about it too.” Just then, the chime of their door being unlocked sounded making the two look at each other as if asking who else returned early “Oh! Welcome back. Yeosang-oppa, you also returned earlier? Why?” Minyoung gasped in surprise as both Yeosang and Seonghwa walk in together.

“I didn’t have anything else to do at home so I figured I should just go back and accompany you. Then I saw Seonghwa-hyung outside the door.” Yeosang explained as he went to his room to arrange his stuff.

Seonghwa patted Minyoung’s head as the girl gave him a hug “Yunho said he’s almost here too so let’s wait for him so we could eat together.”

“What is this?” San bursted out in laughter as he was checking his phone

“What happened?” Minyoung asked trying to take a peek

“Everyone’s returning today.” San showed Minyoung their group chat

(ATEEZ groupchat)

Yunho: I’m almost there. There’s some traffic but I’ll get there in 15 minutes Seonghwa: Have you had dinner? If not, we’ll wait for you Yunho: Not yet. Alright, I’m almost at the intersection. Hongjoong: What is this? So is everyone returning today? San: I’m already here with Yeosang and Seonghwa-hyung. Mingi: Did you guys talk about this? Hold on. I’ll get ready and go too. Jongho: Already on my way when Seonghwa-hyung said he’s returning today Hongjoong: Okay. I’ll head straight to the dorms then. I’ll just finish this song. Jongho: You’re at the company Hongjoong-hyung? Hongjoong: I am. I didn’t know how else I’ll spend the rest of the break and I had an idea for a song so I might as well work on it as soon as possible. Wooyoung: Wait. Σ(□_□) Wooyoung: Everyone’s back? Wooyoung: I’m going too! ε=ε=┌( >_<)┘

“Everyone’s going back today? Wahh” Minyoung exclaimed glad that she’s finally have some company. She has to admit that even if their dorms could be as chaotic as could be, she missed spending time with her members. All of ATEEZ realized how glad she is with how bright her smiles are and how she plays along with all the jokes and teasing.

Outtake:

“So? When will she visit again? It’s been a while since I last saw Minyoung. Bring the others with you too.” Jongho’s mom asked for the nth time during their dinner the first night of his holiday

“I already asked her. She said she’ll visit next time.” Jongho shook his head laughing “Are you sure I’m your son? You’ve been asking about Minyoung this whole time!”

“It’s just she’s still a kid. She’s the same age as you and I can’t help but worry for her. You even said she didn’t have any close family in Korea. So I’m worried.” His mom laughed as she explained trailing off before his younger brother suddenly piped in “Mom is always talking about Minyoung-noona with the other aunties.” and his Dad adding in “They all want to see her. I’m surprised your mom hasn’t visited your dorms to see Minyoung.”

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Disclaimer: This is just a work of fiction. Any portrayal of real people is a combination based on what we could see on cameras and imagination of the author. This is purely fan fiction written for entertainment. Thank you for understanding.

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This was actually supposed to be a short post in chat format lol but I again went overboard and wrote a whole thing for it haha! thats my excuse if it seems random lol

and i need serious help with titles. ack

-Mimi

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heavenlymisa · 4 years

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his lil’ secret.

Erik “Killmonger” Stevens x Black!reader

warnings; this is f l u f f y- like, i got butterflies from reading my own stuff-

summary; “Killmonger” is a famous rapper that is known all around the world with a large fanbase. Almost everyone in his fanbase knows that he has a girlfriend, but doesn’t know what she looks like... until...

an; this is my 100 followers special! whew chilleee- i didn’t think i would come this far, this fasstt- but enjoy!! <3

Erik Stevens, known as “Killmonger” is a famous rapper in the music industry. Not talking about the small ass concerts and shit like that. I’m talking about having concerts and being featured in songs with the biggest artists in the world. If you didn’t know who Killmonger was, you were either lying or smoking crack. His name was in everyone’s mouth and his songs were coming up in Top 10 lists.

You knew Erik right when he was getting his name up there. You met him at a cafe he went to for a meeting (he bumped into you and made some hot ass coffee spill on your white shirt. yes you were PISSED, but he took you on a shopping spree and spoiled your ass.). Since then, you two became the best of friends and turned into a cute ass couple. But just one tiny thing...

His fans didn’t know about you.

Throughout your relationship with you, not one photo containing you got to the public. No one in the base knew who you were, so they labeled you as, “Monger’s Girl.”

Currently, you were laying down in both you and Erik’s bed and scrolled through instagram. You continued to scroll until you saw a notification pop up,

killmonger started a live video. Watch it before it ends!

So you clicked on it, and lo and behold, your fine ass boyfriend was in the living room, with his phone propped up against something and looking at the phone.

“Hey guys!” He said with a smile. ‘Gahh lee. That fine ass smile...’

“I’m just on here for a little bit.... I was bored so i figured, why not?” He started to look through the comments on his live.

“Now, you know good and well you finna be on here for like 3 hours. Aight, what you not finna do is come for me.” He said with a stifled laugh. Of course you could’ve just went downstairs, sat behind his phone and watched, but your body didn’t like that idea.

“Erik, where’s your girl? She’s just chillin’ in our bedroom. She might be sleep.. God, i hope she sleep. I’m ‘supposed’ to cook dinner tonight buuuttt.... my baby’s sleep.” He said with a toothy grin that was showing his grills.

You decided that you wanted to surprise Erik, since you were the one who wanted to keep your relationship a secret from the world, and comment something on the live.

‘aht, aht! i’m not going to sleep unless you cook me them damn mozzarella sticks, nigga.’

You waited a couple of seconds until you see Erik on the live, wide eyed. By then, everyone was in the comments freaking out.

‘is that her??’

‘that’s erik’s girl?’

‘omg, plz tell me thats mongers girl.’

Erik laughed a little before responding, “Baybeee.. you know i don’t know how to make them...”

you responded back in the comments;

‘nigga if you don’t take your scrawny ass to that damn kitchen, read the instructions, and make them mozzarella sticks-’

Erik replied, “I know you didn’t just call me scrawny, ma.”

Right now, the chat was screaming now that they just found out who the mystery girl was.

“Ma, didn’t you say that you didn’t want people to find out about our relationship?”

‘i don’t want to be your secret no more, baby.’

After thirty seconds, Erik started grinning like his momma told him that he would get an ass whooping if he didn’t smile in the family photo. A couple of seconds later, you heard footsteps coming towards you fast. At first, your black instincts almost kicked in and you almost started running, but you realized that it was just your heavy footed boyfriend.

Erik sprinted into the room with his phone in his hand and still on insta-live. Erik tackled you on the bed and peppered your face with lots of short kisses. you giggled softly as you put your hands on his bare chest and pushed him away softly. Erik tumbled off of you and plopped on the bed, laying on his back with his phone facing himself, without you on the live video’s view.

“I finally get to show you who I’ve been spoiling for almost a year!” He said with a toothy grin on his face. “You guys don’t know how long this lil’ girl over here kept on saying how she doesn’t want to be in drama and shit like that, but now...”

He looked over to you, grinning with the camera still on only his face.

“I can show my babygirl off.” He said with his grin still glued on his face.

“Aww... Baby that’s so sweet..” You said with a similar gin as his.

You wrapped your left arm around him and burried your head into his neck so the camera wouldn’t see your face. You still had the live playing on your phone on a low volume, so you picked up your phone and took a peek at the comments.

‘her voice is sooo preetttyyy.’

‘damn, her side profile is f l a w l e s s df- 😳😳

‘damn, ma look like she be taking some good dick 💦’

‘wayamenet.... almost a year?! you’ve been hiding a goddess for almost a whole year from us?? niggas really aint shit 🙄’

‘damn, monger got a girl?? 😞’

‘this nigga knows how to keep a secret secret, damn. 👁-’

“okay, okay, okay i’ll show you guys her. Baby, you ready?”

You nodded in his neck while putting your phone on his nightstand which was oddly clean for some reason.

You turned your whole body towards the camera which was showing all of your face, and within fifteen seconds, the chat blew uP-

‘OMG SHES SO PRETTY WTF-’

‘LKNSAIOADIADAND GOD IS PICKING FAVORITES-’

‘GOD JUST GAVE ALL OF THE PRETTY TO HER- IT’S NOT FAIR-’

‘IF I HAD HER EYYYEESSSS-’

‘DROP THE SKIN CARE ROUTINE SUS-’ (cause 2020 is the year of cLEAR SKIN-)

‘I SWEAR TO GOD ERIK IF YOU BREAK UP WITH HER IM FIGHT YOUUU’

“Don’t worry, she isn’t going nowhere, and if she tried to leave, she knows that she’s coming riighhhtt back to her da-”

“ERIK-” You said while popping the side of his head.

“Sorry, ma...” Erik kissed your cheek.

You rolled your eyes and got up to go downstairs to start on the mozzarella sticks that you told Erik to start cooking.

“Ma, where you going?” Erik shouting from the bedroom.

“I’m cooking what I been told you to cook for a long ass time!” You replied as you took out the frozen mozzarella sticks.

“Awh, i’m sorry mamas!”

“You’re fine, baby!” Lies. You were gonna get his ass later.

You preheated the oven to 450 degrees and placed the frozen mozzarella sticks on a oven safe container. While the oven was heating up, you decided to go back on Erik’s live and look at the comments.

“erik, she’s lying. she’s gonna whoop your ass when you stop the live 😭😭’

Damn, why do they gotta read you like a book like that??

‘bring her bacckkkk 😞’

‘if only you made them damn mozzarella sticks-’

‘lazy ass’

‘niggas these days 😣’

After reading the comments, you smiled to yourself. Erik’s community really made you feel loved and accepted, which you didn’t really expect. But just as Erik told you when you two just started dating;

“My fans will love you! Mama, you just gotta be you and they will love you just as much as I do.”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

damn, i think that this should be a series!

i really enjoyed writing this and low-key wanna write more-

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omniswords · 4 years

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Chronicles of a Parisian Dumbass 12

happy Chronicles update! I know I waited a while to post this one, but I feel like I’m in a good place to share it now. so, I hope you like it! it’s... an interesting one.

from: itsdjbubbles 29 July, 19:30. La Tortue. you and your group got a setlist?

to: itsdjbubbles i… could have a setlist. and we’re more of a band than a group.

from: itsdjbubbles hell yeah, dude. you’re in.

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just saw adrien agreste in person. In Person. i don’t think i can even afford his aura. or, like. the CO2 he’s breathing out?

no, i’m not going to say where. i’m not a total dickwad. just sometimes. mostly because my sister would come for me if i didn’t say so.

also, fellow parisians, who hopefully are not or have not been as much of a dumbass as me: watch this space for an announcement, maybe.

Adrien Agreste is right. There. In all his swoopy-blond-hair, thousand-euro-smile, million-euro-clothing glory. Hanging by the doorway, and seeing him standing at the register like an actual human being, and laughing like an actual human being, and paying with a debit card like an actual human being, is like looking into the goddamn sun. Or like standing in the weird static, plasma dimension that exists between the TV screen and real life. Or both.

Okay. Luka will admit that, for a time that now feels both distant and delirious, he… probably entertained a celebrity crush on Adrien Agreste. But it was short-lived, and it felt more like a warm fuzz in his stomach whenever he passed by those radiant advertisements for perfume, men’s clothing, even underwear. Really, the more he thought about it, the more he was just admitting that Adrien Agreste had a certain charm and attraction because he, like many people in Paris, had a functional pair of eyes.

It was… fantasy, really. Self-indulgent. The way most infatuation tends to be. Observation with a cause; he heard it once in a song.

Adrien Agreste is still standing right. There. At the register. And Luka hasn’t moved from the entrance. Not even when the door hits him unceremoniously in the back and the bell above it mocks him as it announces his arrival.

And then Adrien Agreste turns on his heel, slipping his wallet into his back pocket with one seemingly perfect hand and gripping a pastry box with the other, and Luka’s body reminds him to step aside. He does, still dumbstruck despite how Adrien Agreste literally smiles at him and says good morning, and the door closes behind him again, and not for the first time in his life, Luka forgets what words are or how to string them together.

When he comes to his senses and makes peace with the fact that he just shared the same breathing air as a real-live supermodel, he notices—even from this far away—that Marinette is wearing that expression again. The one from the park. The one he wishes never existed—because even if this is another observation with a cause, he at least has the good sense to know that Marinette Dupain-Cheng does not deserve to look so sad, no matter how many smiles she layers on top of it.

Until now, it seems like Marinette’s only been looking past him, but when her eyes finally settle on him, she perks up a bit from her place at the register. “You dyed your hair,” she says by way of greeting, and he swears her face starts to glow. Or maybe it always was glowing. Maybe it wasn’t because of him.

“Uh,” he replies, because when has he ever been smooth when she’ s looking at him like that? or at all? “Technically, Jules did.” He says it hurriedly, so neither of them has to worry about it or talk about it, but then she has to go and tell him that it looks good on him, and his words have to get stuck on his tongue again when he says, “Thanks, I grew it myself.”

Kill him. Now. He’s ready. Juleka can have his guitar.

“So,” he goes on, a little perkier than he means to, but it’s probably for the best. “That was, uh… that Adrien Agreste guy, huh? You know him or something?”

Marinette’s expression is almost unreadable. It is hard to tell if she regrets knowing Adrien, or if she thinks Luka must be living under a rock because everyone knows who Adrien Agreste is. She snaps back to herself soon enough, and she’s browsing the pastry cases as though it’s her responsibility to find something good for him. “We used to go to middle school together,” she explains. “Just for a while. I even used to have this mondo crush on him. Can you imagine?”

“Yeah,” Luka says, because he can’t count how many times he’s imagined her in love, much less how many times he’s imagined other people in love with her. “Huh. I pegged him as the type to get homeschooled or something.” He tosses a glance behind him, just to see if the limo is still there, but it’s long since peeled away. “What… happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You…” He pauses. “You said, ‘used to?’”

“Oh,” she says, half-flippant, with a sheepish laugh to match. “Y’know.”

Luka narrows his eyes. “No, I don’t,” he says. “That’s… why I asked?” Even though he maybe, definitely shouldn’t have because it maybe, definitely isn’t his business.

Marinette shrugs, busies herself with boxing up a selection. He doesn’t even have to ask. (Is it good that he doesn’t have to ask?) “I switched schools. That’s all. Turns out absence doesn’t really make the heart grow fonder after all.”

It doesn’t sound like that’s all, especially if the bittersweet look on her face has anything to say about it, but who is he to push? Who is he to do anything but peek into her life and feel grateful, privileged, for what she’s allowed him?

“Anyway,” she goes on; it’s mesmerizing, watching her multitask. The grace with which she can open herself up, so clipped, while taping a box shut. “Our friend is making this music video for a summer class he’s taking. He’s really into film, you know? And we’re playing opposite each other in it. I guess he wanted to come by and chat about it, but I think he had something else in mind.”

Luka’s brow furrows.

When Marinette turns, box in hand, her lips scrunch up awkwardly. Like she’s the one who doesn’t know what to say this time. “Now he’s the one who…”

Oh. Well. Fuck.

“I turned him down,” she adds with a shrug. “In high school. And we’re still… sort of friends. We text and stuff, have a couple of mutual friends. I just get the sense those feelings—his, I mean—never really went away. There’s just… something I can’t shake. Do you know what I mean?”

Does he know what she means? Does he feel? He nods, dumbly, and maybe this moment separated by a counter and a cash register isn’t supposed to be as deep and twisted and thorny as it is. But it is, and it feels that way because he feels, and he wonders if she feels it, too. If there are parts of her that never went away, either.

“Sorry,” Marinette blurts out once the moment ends—too soon, as far as he’s concerned. “You didn’t ask to hear all that.”

“I don’t mind.” Luka offers her a smile because it’s the best thing he has on him. “Life stories, remember?”

She smiles back. It’s slow, and knowing, and it makes him melt in his shoes. “Are you gonna make a song about it, Music Man?”

Okay. Okay. Wow.

Maybe it was worth staying alive for literally this one moment.

“I could write a song about it,” he says; it’s a miracle he doesn’t stammer. “Would you come and listen to it?”

“In the park?”

“At a gig.”

Marinette looks surprised, and then impressed, and damn if he doesn’t want to keep doing things that make her make that face. “Maybe I will,” she says, almost demure, like he asked her on a date or something. (Did he? Ask her on a date?) She looks just past him, and when he follows her gaze it lands on a bulletin board by the door. “Maybe you should swing by with a flyer or something.”

“Maybe I will.” Wow, two for two. He takes the box, reaches for his wallet. “I’ll watch that video, too, we’ll call it even—”

Her hand is on his before he can even pull out his card. And it isn’t until after she’s pushed his wallet back toward him that it finally registers that she’s touched him. “Don’t worry about it,” she says. “It’s on the house. Just bring the flyer, and then we’ll call it even.”

Luka looks between her and the box a number of times, too many questions on his tongue to get any of them out. Why is she being so nice to him? why does she insist on giving him things he hasn’t worked for, or finding loopholes to prove that he did work for it? Is she flirting with him? Or does she pity him? Or is she just being nice because he’s one of her parents’ regulars? Or does she… does she, maybe…

He holds his breath, and searches her eyes, and gets lost in the music he’s still sort of trying to place. He slips his wallet into his back pocket all the same, and he takes the box from her, and it’s ridiculous how fiercely he wishes he could feel her fingers brush the back of his hand again. “You got a deal,” he murmurs—mentally kicks himself for sounding so out of touch. He backs out of the store like it’s illegal to tear his eyes away; it feels like it is, when she’s smiling at him like that. The Not For Customers smile.

Admittedly, he wonders if she ever gave Adrien Agreste that smile, once upon a time.

Maybe he shouldn’t have wondered, because his back bumps right into the door, and the bell above it jingles as though it’s annoyed. But Marinette isn’t; in fact, she giggles behind a hand, and she gives him a little wave like she’s going to keep the memory safe in the pocket of her apron. He manages a weak laugh, and a wave of his own, and then he’s stumbling out the door and walking his bike to the first open bench he can find. He needs to sit down. Put his head in his hands for a while.

Because he thinks she just flirted with him. And he thinks he flirted right back. And he knows she just touched him, in spite of everything she told him about Adrien, in spite of him being right. There. And it’s all finally, finally sinking in, and the world is spinning in a way he’s not really used to, and…

Maybe he just needs a sugar boost.

Shaking his head and sighing, he pops the seal on the pastry box, fully prepared to find a half dozen napoleons inside. There aren’t—only two pastries.

One napoleon.

And one pear tart.

His heart stutters. Makes up for how he didn’t before.

That’s how it gets him.

hey mom? mr. president? deity of indeterminate gender?

how do i go about legally changing my name to Music Man?

you know. hypothetically.

#miraculous ladybug #lukanette #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #fic: chronicles of a parisian dumbass #oh boy.

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thenovelartist · 5 years

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Everyday Ladybug

We get to share our pieces for the @kittylovezine ! Here was my submission. :D

Chat had a healthy fear of Mr. Dupain. He was a mountain. Hence, Chat always made sure that everything he did with Marinette was respectable.

Well… he already did that; Marinette deserved to be treated with the utmost respect. But with Mr. Dupain, Chat made sure it was known that everything he was doing with Marinette was one thousand percent respectable.

Particularly when his surprise for her eighteenth birthday included candles, rose petals, and slow music.

Much to Chat’s relief, Mr. Dupain grasped his shoulder and gave Chat his permission with a smile. But the warning grasp on his shoulder said another thing. That’s my little girl.

Chat hoped his smile wasn’t as strained as it felt. Noted.

The day of Marinette’s birthday arrived, and her parents and friends threw her one heck of a party. Adrien enjoyed the day but had to leave the party early so that “Chat Noir” would have time to set up the rooftop surprise. He took his time organizing candles everywhere, placing roses and their petals around them. With an approving smile, he looked over his work just as the sun began setting. When he determined everything was perfectly in order, he took the last part of his present and headed back to her house.

He landed on her balcony and gave her skylight a knock. She was quick to answer.

“Happy Bir—”

She tackled him in a tight hug before he could finish. The way her face nuzzled against his shoulder made his pulse sky-rocket while the way her body was pressed against him made it hard to breathe.

She sighed happily, and he couldn’t resist cocooning her in his arms right there. “Thank you, kitty,” she said. She pulled her face from his chest, only to set her chin on his collarbone and shoot him a smile that almost melted him into a big puddle of Chaton on the spot. “Are you coming down? Maybe watch a movie and let me kick your tail in video games?”

“As appealing as that sounds,” he said, “I actually have a surprise for you.”

Her eyes lit up brighter than the candles he’d set up that evening. “What sort of surprise?”

“I’ll have to take you to it.”

At this, her eyes widened again, this time with fiery curiosity.

“But first,” he said, unwrapping himself from her so she could see the garment bag in his hand. “You’re going to go put this on.”

She looked at the bag curiously, then spotted the Gabriel logo on it. Her eyes were back up to his in a heartbeat while her jaw was on the ground. “That better not be expensive.”

“Whether it is or isn’t is not something you get to concern yourself with.”

“Chat!” she cried. “We talked about this.”

“You talked; I listened.”

“Chat.”

“Princess, it brings me great pleasure to spoil you,” he said. “Indulge me.”

She looked at him, exasperated. “You don’t have to spoil me.”

“The fun part of spoiling you is that you don’t spoil,” he countered with a smile.

She sighed, knowing there was no winning this fight. “Do you want me to get ready or…”

He looked at her thoughtfully, then with great care, tugged out the ribbons holding her twin tails in place. From there, he fluffed her hair, causing a lovely little blush to rise to her cheeks. “There,” he said, cradling her reddening cheeks tenderly in his hands. “Perfect. Now, just go put on the dress, and we can go.”

“Okay,” she said, breathless. Slowly, she pulled herself away from him and retreated down to her room. “No peeking.”

“I promise,” he said, turning to look off her balcony. With that, he heard the trap door shut.

He waited patiently for her to finish, smiling when he heard her squeal of delight from her room. She must love the dress. He knew she would the moment he saw it on the rack of a photoshoot.

Sometimes, being the boss’s son had its advantages.

He turned around when he heard the trap door opening, and when she stepped out, he just about fell over.

She stood shyly, her eyelashes fluttering over her pink cheeks. “How do I look?”

He swallowed, begging his mouth to move and tongue to function. “Dazzling.”

Her blush deepened.

He forced himself to take a breath in an attempt to pull himself together. He still had to take her to her next surprise, after all. “And now, let’s be off, Princess. Allow this humble knight to abscond with you.”

She giggled, and it made his heart flutter wildly. “Okay.”

After telling her to close her eyes, he swept her up bridal style. She was quick to toss her arms around his neck and snuggle closer.

She was going to be the death of him one of these days.

He found himself surprisingly okay with that.

He bounded across the rooftops to where he’d set up her surprise. Carefully, he set her down. “No peeking.”

She giggled. “I promise.”

Smiling, he quickly hurried over to his speaker, turning on the playlist that he’d spent a couple weeks agonizing over. He made sure the candles were all still lit, then told her to open her eyes.

Her reaction was all he could hope for.

“This was…”

“The same balcony I brought you to,” he said. “All those years ago.”

She nodded. “With the surprise you had planned for Ladybug.”

He nodded. “But it’s all for you, now,” he said. With that, he extended his hand. “Dance with me, my precious princess.”

With a growing smile, she slipped her hand into his, allowing him to pull her nearly flush against him. “Of course, my noble knight.”

They danced an entire song before she spoke. “Chat.”

“Hmm?”

“Why me?”

“Why you?” he repeated, confused.

“Why choose me to pursue?”

He cocked his head, his brow furrowing. “What man wouldn’t?”

“You have Ladybug.”

“We’re just partners.”

“Still.” She paused to look up at him. “You were in love with her for ages. And now…”

He smiled, realizing where this was going. “Now, I’m here with you.”

She nodded.

“Because,” he said, picking his words carefully. “When I was ready to fall, you were there to catch me.”

Her brow knit together. “Ready to fall?”

His smile turned lopsided and easy. “Come now, princess,” he said. “You are this absolutely incredible woman who’d charmed many a man, akuma, and superhero. You’re a strong, intelligent, creative woman who cares so deeply for others. It’s really hard for a man not to fall.”

She blushed, hiding her face in his shoulder. “You make me sound like I’m some sort of goddess.”

He grinned, holding her close. “Sounds about right.”

She snorted in amusement. “I’m not that special.”

“Never say that again,” he warned with a whisper. “Because you are.”

Her cheeks turned red and her smile bashful. “Then tell me this,” she said. “What makes me so special to have caught the eye of a magical tomcat when he could have had Ladybug?”

“Maybe…” He paused to consider his words carefully. “Maybe this tomcat is growing a little tired of constantly having magic in his life. Maybe he just wants a girl who’s crazy amazing but grounding at the same time.”

“And that’s me?”

His eyes locked on hers, blue crashing into green with shocking intensity. She looked so open and safe… everything about her was so inviting, and he found that he wanted to divulge all his secrets to her.

It was her birthday, he reasoned. He could slip.

“Well, with as capable and creative and caring as you are,” he said, “You’ve become my everyday Ladybug.”

He watched as those words slowly sank in and hit her core. Her eyes widened.

He winked to confirm it.

With a grin stretching across her face, she reached up to cradle his cheeks. He leaned into her touch, his eyes drifting closed for the longest time. When he opened them again, she was giving him a look so warm it felt like home.

She felt like home.

“I’m glad you’re my kitty,” she whispered.

His heart was warm and light, and he felt like he could fly. “Dance with me, My Everyday Ladybug.”

She grinned, shifting in his hold to snuggle against him in an intimate slow-dance hold. “Just Ladybug.”

His eyes widened as his mind reeled with that information. And when she smiled, he thought every part of him would explode.

Somehow, he held it together long enough to smile at her even though his brain was hazy and foggy, and he couldn’t care less that he felt like he was so light he could float away. “Well, then,” he said, lovesick smile on his face. “I guess that just makes you my Ladybug, everyday.”

If there was a smile that could promise forever—for a marriage and family and life together—it would be the one she was giving him now. “I like the sound of that.”

#miraculous ladybug #fanfiction #marichat #fluff #romance #sweetness #kittylovezine

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dragonrajafanfiction · 4 years

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Dragon Dancer IV: Christmas Eve

I rocked back and forth in a glider chair, eyes scanning the wall murals around me. Cute images of foxes, owls and deer peeked behind tree trunks and bushes. Little raccoons hung out in the branches. A bear reached for a hive of bees for the small bead of honey dripping out the bottom. Each image was painted in loving detail and in good humor.

I shifted my vision to the corner of the room where a small artificial tree twinkled with simple white lights. Gifts were piled under it, mostly for the baby. Each toy had marked on it a name and a brief description.

“Ru’yi’s duckling.”

“Ru’yi’s bear”

“Ru’yi’s Hello Kitty”

On the door hung a simple plaque.

“Ru’yi’s room.”

I checked my phone. It was getting close to midnight Oslo time. My eyes shifted to the table next to the rocking chair. A white unopened envelope from Comemnus Corp lay waiting. I turned it over face down, next to a box of tissues.

I didn’t want to open that envelope alone.

My phone buzzed. I exclaimed with delighted surprise. It was Johann and he wanted to video chat!

I immediately accepted and his face filled my phone screen. I grinned. “Heeeey!” My smile faded when I noticed the dark rings around his golden eyes and his pale complexion. “Wow you look sleepy...”

“Jet lag..." He shook his head. “The mission itself was simple. No problems.”

His expression softened, looking into my eyes. “How are you feeling?”

“Oh, it’s definitely getting harder.” I rested my hand on my round, distended belly. “She’s sitting really low on me right now so I waddle like a fat penguin...” I rolled my eyes. “...and yeah going to the bathroom every half hour is no fun at all.”

“That’s disturbing your sleep.” He observed.

“Yes, but I sleep a lot during the day. I’m trying to get as much as I can, while I can get it. At least, I can breathe now that her head isn’t under my chest.”

“Any contractions?”

I shook my head.

“Bleeding? Pain?”

“I’m fine. I promise.” I raised my arms, flexing the muscles I’d managed to cultivate over a year of training. “We made sure I’d be strong for this. Remember?”

He nodded. “I remember.”

“So... I have a bit of a surprise.” I reached over to the envelope. “I got this last week but... I haven’t opened it yet.” I held it to the phone camera.

“Is that the prenatal dragon blood purity assessment?”

“Yep. It’s either good news or bad news...” I turned it over in my hands. “I didn’t want to open it without you here... just in case... you know.” My eyes shifted downward, voice trailing off.

“No matter what the news, I know we’ll be able to handle it. Go ahead and open it.”

“Okay... drumroll please?”

Johann obliged, lightly drumming his fingers on the desk. My words were light hearted, but I bit my lip as I tore open the envelope.

I unfolded the letter. “Thank you for choosing Comemnus for your genetic testing needs... we take pride in the accuracy of the results...blah blah...” My eyes scanned down the page. “...keep in mind that prenatal checks are just a marker to establish a history and not entirely predictive of the future...” I took a breath. “It’s recommended to do continual testing to monitor fluctuations.”

“We regret to inform you that Ru’yi’s dragon blood purity is 48.5%... putting her at... high risk...”

I set the letter in my lap. Disappointment welled up in my eyes. Warm tears slipped down my face. “I knew it... I knew it... I knew this was going to happen...”

“Meixiu.” Johann’s voice was gentle. “You know you have a stabilizing effect...”

“Yes but after she’s born? When she’s separate from my blood?” I reached over to the tissues and wiped my face. “If she tests over 50 percent they’re going to take her.”

“No one’s going to take her. At most they’ll have to monitor her for a while.” He reached out to his screen. “No one’s going to take her. I won’t let them.”

I wished he could reach through the screen. I rested against the back of the rocking chair, willing the tears to stop.

He brought the camera a bit closer. “She’ll be fine. Your Soul Skill can help her. She’s not going to end up constantly dying like Erii. And even if that were the case, you’re in a unique position to help her live out a long healthy life. But I don’t think she’ll be like Erii.”

I put the letter back on the night stand. “What do you think is going to happen?”

A small smile played on his lips. “I think she’ll be born beautiful... and very strong. We’ll have to train her early and often. We’ll have to protect her and watch her very closely. Our lives won’t be our own for quite some time. But... that’s alright.”

“Will we be shipped to the quarantine island...?” I asked him.

“She’s a baby, she’s not that dangerous. Meixiu, relax. Take a deep breath. Please.”

I took a deep breath, held it, and let it out.

Johann’s eyes didn’t shift away from me. He breathed with me, helping me calm down. He stared, intent and serious, holding my gaze like an anchor. “Don’t let this stress you out, not in these final days. Make sure you’re getting enough rest. If you feel your mind racing, just remember it’s going to be fine. Alright?”

“Okay...” Relief flooded me.

“Everything else is okay with her, right?” He asked, his soft voice guiding me through my panic.

“Yeah. She’s otherwise normal.”

“Good. Meixiu... Now... there’s something else.” He hesitated.

I detected a shift in mood from the way his brow creased when he glanced away. “I finished the mission a bit early. I should have called you earlier, but I was thinking about a lot of things... and I couldn’t sleep.”

He ran his hand along the back of his neck. “I met someone who... was doing all this work for a woman who was stuck in a coma in a hospital. And I thought... he should be by her side. And it hit me... that I was not at your side.”

I hurried to reassure him. “I said it was alright...”

He held up a hand. “Please... hear me out.”

I bit my lip. “Okay.”

He sat for a bit, eyes distant. “To be honest... I forgot it was Christmas until I saw the decorations here. I’ve been that busy. Right now in Norway the sun doesn’t come up. It just flashes below the horizon. People have to work for their bodies to function normally. They spend a lot of time together to pass the time. I... I was alone.”

“A year ago. I would have been fine with nothing but my sword and a suitcase. But now... I’m not so sure.”

“The whole reason I joined Cassell was out of my own desire for revenge over something that happened to me when I was younger. I obsessed about it every day. I didn’t care what I did, so long as it kept me getting closer to my ultimate goal.”

“But I have gotten no closer.” He rested his forehead against his hand. “And I’ve left you alone. I’m sorry, Meixiu.”

He looked at me again. “I’ve been getting offers for where I will be stationed as official commissioner with the Executive Department. I haven’t answered any of them.”

“I’d just keep doing what I’m doing now, rising through the ranks of commissioner, to special commissioner, to senior... until I’m given a desk job when I’m too old or injured to take on missions any more.”

“I might never find what I’m looking for. And what’s more... I... I’m not sure if I want it as bad as I used to. When I fall asleep all I do is miss you.” He looked away suddenly.

Did he not mean to say that? I wondered. Was he ashamed? I tilted my head in confusion. This way of thinking was nothing like the man I knew. I held my breath, following his line of reasoning. I had kept my silence before such an unusually long speech, stunned at what I was hearing. Was he thinking of ending his dragonslaying career?

“You want to quit?” I asked quietly, gently.

“I’m not sure... this is the first time I’ve felt like this. I don’t know how to tell Schneider.”

“You’re tired...”

“Yes...”

“Come home... get some sleep. Give it some time.”

He looked at me through the camera. The desperate, frustrated look to his eyes began to fade. “I just know that so long as that...” His jaw clenched. “... thing is out there, there’s a risk it might come after you.”

We sat silently a few seconds. “I’m strong, Johann.”

He shook his head.

“Then why don’t you tell me what we’re dealing with?” I asked. “You’ve been hiding this from me for years!”

I watched as the thoughts ran across his expression, his eyes shifting, weighing the pros and cons. His breath became shallower, his lips pressed together. Was what happened to his father really that hard for him to talk about?

“Please...” I said.

His voice was halting and soft. “I was... in the car with my father. It was raining so hard, we could hardly see the road...” He suddenly stopped.

I leaned forward. “Yes... and?”

He didn’t move or speak. A notification popped up. “Connection Lost.”

I sighed. “Are you kidding me!” I checked my wireless signal. “Johann? Are you there? Can you hear me?”

The screen went black. I clucked my tongue. I sat waiting and waiting for the connection to re-establish, trying again and again to call him.

“Unable to Connect with Chu Zihang.”

I sighed loudly and growled to myself. It was so rare for him to open up like this. Maybe he’ll get back online. I propped the phone up on the table and watched for his call, rocking back and forth. In an attempt to keep myself awake, I sang to myself. Johann’s song, a very familiar tune.

The trees, they grow high, and the leaves, they do grow green Many is the time my true love I've seen Many an hour I watched him all alone He's young but he's daily growing...

I patted my stomach as I sang. I got to the end of the song, but there was no sign of him.

I got up to go to the bathroom. I turned out the lights to the rest of the house, showered and changed into my night robe, checking back after each activity for a return call. Thirty more minutes had passed but there was none. The connection was truly out.

“Come on... Johann...” I whispered, sitting back down in the rocking chair.

I picked up the phone to dial again.

“Relax Meixiu... what time is it?” I checked phone time. I hadn’t heard back for nearly an hour. I continued to rock myself and wait. I told myself to give him a few more minutes. He was clever. He was working on it.

My eyes suddenly grew heavy but I forced them open. I had to stay awake in case he called.

The lights in the apartment flickered. My vision blurred and my eyes shut. I tried to force myself to open them. Twisted images swirled behind my eyelids for a moment before they opened again.

I hadn’t moved from the room, but it wasn’t the room I’d just been in. The walls were different. They were just plain pink. The paintings were gone. The toys were different toys. The tree lights were multicolored!

Confused and frightened, I reached for my phone. I looked at it but it wasn’t the same color or the same model as I’d just been using! I dropped it.

“Johann!”

A cold chill ran through me from top to bottom, followed by a profound numbness. There was no response from Johann through my soulbond any more. His presence in my mind and heart had been as large as a mountain. Now it as snatched away, leaving an agonizing vacuum. In desperation, I reached out to him again and again. “Johann! Johann!”

I grabbed the unfamiliar phone and flipped through my recent contacts. I couldn’t find his name. I threw it across the room.

“Where is my phone?! Where’s my phone?!” My words blended together until I was just screaming, crawling on the floor, knocking things over trying to find it.

My howling was like a wounded beast and a crying baby blended together. The unearthly wailing and crashing furniture carried through the walls, the ceiling, the floor and window.

I lay my back against the wall, one arm over my eyes. My sorrowful pleas squeezed my lungs until my voice thinned to silence. Only for them to billow open again for me to cry out. “My love! Oh, my love! My love! My love!”

My love was gone.

Johann, my beautiful Johann, was gone.

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Humming Spring Day, you made your way to BTS’ dorm. It was around three in the afternoon and they didn't have to be at the airport until eight in the evening, so you had five hours to help them get prepared and to hang around. They would be gone for five months and you wanted to get in as much time with them as you could. You knew that when they got back they would be back in the studio.

When you got to their apartment complex, you strolled through the entrance, and texted the group chat, letting them know you were there. Getting an ‘okay’ back, you waited on the lobby couch for one of the boys to come down and get you. You had told them it would be easier to just buzz you in, but they said they preferred having someone come down to make sure you get in safely. While waiting, you pulled up snapchat and watched people's stories, only putting it away five minutes later when you heard someone calling your name. Looking over at the elevator, you saw it was Namjoon who came.

You smiled and walked over to him, “Joon! You excited for tour?”

“Yeah, I'm excited to see all ARMY,” there was a big smile on his face, and it made you happy for them. They had worked so hard to get to where they are now, and you were very proud. They deserve everything they had accomplished and so much more.

Namjoon led the way to the elevator, pressing the 9th floor when the both of you were inside. There was a comfortable silence in the small elevator, that was only broken when the doors opened and a screaming Hoseok came running out of their apartment.

“Y/nnnn!!!!” his voice was loud and filled with excitement. The maknae line was close behind, joyous laughter leaving their lips. You loved how he was enthusiastic to see you, but you couldn’t breathe.

Getting pulled into a tight hug, your face squished between Hoseok’s chest and hand, you mumbled, “Hobi! I can't breathe!” He quickly let you go, throwing his arm on your shoulder instead. Allowing him to pull you along, you glanced around and noticed both Jin and Yoongi were nowhere in sight. It was weird to not see Yoongi there. He was usually the one to get you or the first one to greet you when you get on their floor.

Opening their door, Jungkook yelled out to the two remaining members, “Y/n is here!” A loud crash was heard as soon as the words left his mouth, leaving you all to be confused. It was dead silent for several seconds before Jin could be heard yelling.

“Yah! Min Yoongi! I just bought those plates!”

Just by his voice, you could tell Jin was annoyed. Moving towards their kitchen, you peeked your head around the door, taking in the scene. There stood Jin with his hands on his waist, an apron covered in flour around his waist, eyes furrowed. On the other side of the room was where Yoongi stood with shards of glass surrounding him. Judging by how his hands were shaking and a sweat broke out on his forehead, you could tell he was either scared or nervous. He didn’t really look that scared at being yelled at, so you assumed he was nervous. But for what reason? He was almost never nervous.

“Is everything alright in here?” you announced your presence, slowly walking into the room. Hearing your voice caused Yoongi’s eyes to widen and he took a step away from you. He must have not realized there was glass, for he stepped on it. Hissing, he tried to move away from the sharp pieces, but ended up stepping on more.

You gasped, rushing over to him, grabbing his arm to stop him from stepping on any more, “Gosh Yoongi, you have to be careful! Come on, I’ll get the pieces out of your foot and wrap it up.” Letting him lean on you, you brought him into the bathroom.

“You don’t have to,” his words were mumbled, and if you looked closer you could see a blush forming. Huffing, you ignored him and helped him sit down on the closed toilet seat.

Going through their cabinets, you pulled out tweezers, antibiotic cream, and gauze, “I do, what kind of friend would I be if I didn’t?” He felt his heart drop when he heard you say the word friend. Before he could think any more of it, you kept talking, “Besides, we can’t have you injured before the tour even starts.” Right, today was the day they were leaving. It was also the day he was telling you the feelings he had for you.

Starting to pull out the glass, the silent room was filled with nothing but his small sounds of pain. Once they were out, you put the antibiotic cream on and wrapped his foot in the gauze. Putting away the medical stuff, you then pulled him up and supported him. Walking back to the kitchen, you saw the broken plates had been cleaned up. All the boys were sitting at the table, eating what looked to be brownies and ice-cream. There were two seats left for you and Yoongi, and you helped him sit down in the one closest to Hoseok. The room was filled with talk of tour, what you would be doing while they were away, and what they would do when they got back. All throughout, Yoongi was quieter than usual, and it made you worried.

While everyone was talking, Yoongi was busy thinking over everything he was going to say. Should he be formal with you? Or should he just blurt them out? Or maybe he should write you a song! No, that would take too long, and if he didn’t tell you today then he never would. He had been hyping himself up for months now and he couldn’t wait any longer. After eating, each member went to double check that they had everything they would need.

“Namjoon-ah, don’t forget your passport this time!” you teased the man, waving it in your hand when you noticed him looking around for it.

His tense shoulders relaxed, overcome with relief to know he hadn’t lost it, “Oh thank god. I thought I had lost it already.” Shaking your head, you smiled at him.

“Y’know, if you put it in your carry on you wouldn’t lose it so much. Or, you know, give it to one of the other members to watch over,” you gave him the advice while handing it over. Namjoon nodded, liking the idea, going into Jin’s room to give it to him. Chuckling to yourself, you went to your best friend’s room to see if he needed any help.

Pausing in his doorway, you leaned against the frame and watched the way he packed. His tight shirt showed off his muscles, and you lick your lips at the sight. Yoongi was startled when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. Turning towards you, he stared at you, cocking his head to the side. Not even realizing he was facing you, you continued to daydream about how he looked underneath the shirt.

Yoongi cleared his throat after some time, “Can I help you Y/n?” It was like you hadn’t heard him, for you were still staring at him, now biting your lip. This only lasted for two more minutes, before you became aware he had said something.

Snapping out of your thoughts, you gazed at him with wide eyes, “What?” A gummy smile broke out on Yoongi’s face, and he shook his head. He turned back to his luggage and continued to pack. “No, what did you say Yoongi?” you questioned him.

“Nothing, don’t worry about it miss daydreamer,” there was a teasing tone behind his words.

You knelt down next to him and pouted, “Tell me Yoongs.” He snorted at the whine that left your mouth, looking at you. Glancing down at your lips, he couldn’t stop the thought of what they would feel like from running through his mind.

“I asked if I could help you with anything,” he gulped, quickly tearing his eyes away from your mouth. Who knows if he would be able to stop himself from kissing you.

You nudged him playfully, “Shouldn’t I be the one asking you that?’ Yoongi rolled his eyes, nudging you right back and muttering out a ‘whatever.’

Once his suitcases were all packed, you each wheeled one out to the living room. The rest of the BTS members were already there waiting by the door. Taking a look at your phone, you saw it was already six in the evening.

“We’re gonna go out to eat dinner and then head to the airport,” Jin informed everyone, starting to head out of their apartment. One by one, you all followed him out. Being the last one through the door, Jimin closed and made sure their door was locked.

All eight of you got into the elevator. It was a tight fit, and you find yourself pushed up against the wall with Yoongi in front of you. His chest was pressed against yours and you could feel his heart beating fast. He tried to avoid looking into your eyes, not wanting you to see the emotions swirling around. Having Jungkook move backwards to let someone into the cramped elevator caused Yoongi to press even closer to you. Looking up at him, you caught his attention. You realized that if you moved onto the ends of your toes, you would be able to connect your lips with his. Before you could allow yourself to go through with it, you heard the elevator beep, signaling you had reached the lobby. Clearing his throat, Yoongi backed away and you followed behind him. Walking beside him, you went out front and saw a car waiting for you guys. Yoongi rushed to get a seat in the way back of the vehicle. Getting in, you sat in between Hoseok and Taehyung, pulling out your camera to vlog for your YouTube channel.

“Hey guys! It’s Y/n and today I’m just going to be vlogging our shenanigans at the restaurant. It’s gonna be a short video, but I promise the next one will be longer!” you did your intro, panning it around the car, showing all the boys.

Jimin was napping with his head on Taehyung’s shoulder, while Taehyung was on his phone. Hoseok was smiling at the camera and waving, causing you to laugh. Jin was facing the back towards Namjoon and was quietly discussing their plans for when they got to their hotel in France. Turning the camera to face Jungkook, you filmed him quietly singing to the song playing on the radio. Lastly, you caught Yoongi anxiously chewing on his lip, wringing his hands in his lap. He gave you a timid smile when he noticed you were filming him. Giving him a reassuring smile, you turned back around and ended the clip.

--0--0--0--

Pulling in front of the restaurant, the eight of you got out and headed inside. Namjoon told the waiter the name the reservation was under. The waiter led all of you to your table, in a secluded corner where no one would be able to disturb you. The seating arrangements were as followed: On the right side, sat Hoseok, Taehyung, you, and Yoongi. On the left side, sat Jin, Namjoon, Jimin, and Jungkook.

“My name is Min-Jun and I’ll be your waiter for the evening. Can I get you anything to drink?” the young man asked, keeping his eyes on you. Which Yoongi noticed, and he didn’t like it. Not one bit.

Hoseok ordered first, “I’ll have a sprite!” You couldn’t help but to let out a small snort at his drink order. That man was obsessed with sprite and it always amused you when he got so excited over it.

“I’ll have a diet coke,” Namjoon said politely.

Jin was next, “I’ll take an iced tea, please.”

“I’ll have milk!” Jungkook exclaimed.

“Can I have a coke?” Jimin asked the waiter.

Taehyung waited until the waiter had finished writing before saying, “I’ll take a sprite.”

The waiter wrote down his order, before looking up at you with a flirtatious look on his face, “And what can I get for you beautiful?” His words caused your eyes to widen, and you fidgeted. Yoongi could tell you were feeling uncomfortable so he put his arm around your shoulder and pulled your chair closer to his.

“I’ll take a black coffee, and thanks for the compliment. She’ll have a coke with no ice.” The boys were shocked to see Yoongi act this way. He’s never done that before, and they were curious as to why he did it now. Clearing his throat, the waiter nodded and quickly left to get the drinks.

You leaned your head on Yoongi’s shoulder, mumbling your gratitude, “Thanks Yoons.” The other six boys watched, fascinated by how their calm member looked at you with heart eyes. They weren’t going to say anything, not wanting to ruin the moment you two were having. Well, all except Jungkook that is. He opened his mouth to tease his hyung.

“Hyung! Why are you looking at Y/n with he-” Jungkook cut his sentence short when he felt Taehyung kick his shin from across the table. Jin started telling jokes, trying to take your attention from the maknae. Laughing at Jin’s jokes and puns, you didn’t witness Yoongi glaring at the younger boy with heated eyes.

A different waiter came back with the drinks, introducing himself and informing you that he would be your waiter for the rest of your stay. Yoongi smirked, knowing he was the cause they got a new waiter. He didn’t care if he was rude, he wasn’t going to lose you before you were even his. After ordering your meals, the conversations continued on. When the food arrived, everyone ate quickly when they caught sight of the time. They only had an hour to get to the airport and through security.

--0--0--0--

The ride to the airport was filled with everyone laughing and joking around. All except one min Yoongi that is. He was usually calm, reserved, and poker faced, so he wasn't completely out of character. Though it seemed today would be different. Every once in awhile, you would glance over to see him fidgeting with his hands, nervously. He was either rubbing the back of his neck or chewing on his bottom lip. Whatever the motion, seeing his nervous tics caused you unease. Yoongi's peculiar behavior continued on for fifteen minutes before you'd had enough.

You leaned over to his ear, whispering so you wouldn't draw too much attention to your conversation, "Yoongs? Are you okay?" His breath faltered a little when you put your hand on his thigh. He knew your intention was simply to comfort him, but that didn't stop his heart from racing a little faster.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine," his voice cracked causing him to stutter. He cleared his throat before continuing, "I'm just nervous about getting ambushed at the airport I guess." You could tell by the way he avoided meeting your gaze that he was lying. Not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, you nodded. He could tell that you had seen through his lie, causing him to feel guilty. You have been best friends for a while, and have always told the other everything. This big secret he was hiding had just been another weight on his shoulders. But he was planning on telling you everything today. Hopefully.

Tuning back into the other boys' conversation, you joined in with their antics. Jungkook was messing with Jimin and Taehyung, while Hoseok was jokingly complaining about all of

Jin's puns and Namjoon was just watching it all take place.

Jimin leaned over Taehyung and gave a squinted smile, "Yah Y/n don't miss us too much." You laughed at his teasing, but you knew you would miss him. He was the one you were closest to after Yoongi.

"Are you sure it won't be the other way around Jimin-ah?" you had a teasing smile, shaking your head slightly when he threw his head back and laughed. He knew it was true just like the rest of you did.

Seeing Yoongi let a small smile out warmed your heart, knowing whatever was bothering him wasn't too serious. Yoongi could feel his heart stop for a second when he realized you all had arrived at the airport. He was hoping for more time to calm his nerves. He thought of just not telling you, but he knew he had kept it in for too long. Hell, he's kept this a secret for the last two years. If he didn't confess now, then Yoongi knew he never would. What a perfect way to tell you, then when he was about to board a plane to go across the county? If you didn't take it well, then he had five months for you to forget he had even said anything. Then the two of you could live life as best friends, just like you are now. Nothing had to change if you didn't want it to. No matter how much he wanted you to be something more, he would never make you.

"Yoongi? You coming?" your voice was soft, bringing him out of his thoughts. Yoongi looked around noticing everyone else was already out of the car. Not wanting them to wait any longer for him, he nodded and got out.

The boys put on their face masks and hoods, heads down, ready to walk through the airport halls with screaming fans. Even though there were bodyguards surrounding the lot of you, Yoongi still didn't like how you were behind them. He wished you were walking right next to him, his hand connected with yours, grip tight to make sure you didn't fall behind. But you weren't dating so he could only dream, plus he didn't think the fans would appreciate. He couldn't help but take glances over his shoulder, making sure you were still safe.

Looking back one again, he noticed you were falling behind, and he couldn't have that. Forgetting all about their fans, he slowed down to let you catch up. Without looking at you, he grabbed your hand in his. Taking a look at you from the corner of his eye, he could see you were confused by his actions. “I didn't like how you were falling behind,” his words were mumbled. If it weren't for the way he leaned down to your ear, you wouldn't have heard him.

You squeezed his hand, showing him your thanks through your actions. By now, fans were screaming even louder, flashes going off fast to capture the moment. Yoongi knew there would be a lot of backlash from what he did, but as long as you weren't hurt he couldn't care less. He would go through a lot more trouble if it meant you're not harmed. Arriving at their private security check, they stopped to say their goodbyes to you.

“Now, be safe Y/n. Don’t talk to strangers and don’t forget to eat and sleep properly! Oh, and also don’t forget to upload!” Jin lectured you, lightly slapping your arm when you rolled your eyes at him.

You laughed, trying to block his attack, “Yeah yeah, I promise dad.” He let out a ‘yah!’ before laughing along with you. Suddenly, you were attacked with a back hug from someone.

“I’m gonna miss you Y/n-ie~” Hoseok’s voice was next to your ear, and his arms tightened when you tried to get away from him. You were finally able to turn around and return his hug, uttering out your ‘miss you’ as well.

Jungkook, Jimin, and Taehyung ripped you away from their hyung. They all wrapped their arms around you, creating a giant hug. As one, they all yelled, “Don’t forget to text us!” “We’re gonna miss you Y/n-ah!” and “Don’t miss us too much!” You shook with laughter, getting squished even more when you answered them.

Getting out of their embrace, you made your way to Namjoon, “Don’t forget your passport mister.” He chuckled and tugged you into a short hug, thanking you for reminding him. Taking a glance at his watch, his eyes became huge when he noticed the time.

“C’mon guys, we only have 20 minutes before our plane leaves,” Namjoon said, getting into his role as leader right away. They all yelled goodbye to you, before walking over to the security checkpoint. Someone cleared their throat behind you, and you spun around to see Yoongi standing there. He looked even more anxious than earlier, and he slowly walked closer to you.

You brought him into a tight hug, placing your head on his chest, “I’m gonna miss you Yoongs.” Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, resting his chin on the top of your head. Before he could speak, Jimin yelled for him to hurry up. Yoongi let you go, grabbing onto his suitcases with both hands.

Swallowing his nerves, he stared at you with a soft expression, “Look, I don't have much time, but I need to tell you something.”

“You know you can tell me anything, right? You don’t have to be nervous,” you made sure your voice was gentle.

He nodded, letting out a shaky sigh, before he spilled everything, “I needed to tell you that I’m in love with you.” You stood there, completely shocked, not knowing what to say. Seeing you just stand there, caused his eyes to water and his face to heat up. You didn’t have any time to reply back, for he quickly stated, “Look, I know you don’t feel the same, but I’ve been holding it in for two years now. I had to tell you and I figured this would be the best time. I’ll be gone for five months, so by the time I get back we can continue on as best friends.” Once again, before you could open your mouth, he was rushing off towards the rest of his group. You stood there for ten minutes watching as their plane took off, and then rushed out of the airport to get back to your apartment as quick as you could.

--0--0--0--

It had been a day since Yoongi had told you he was in love with you. When you had gotten home the other day, you had hurried and packed a suitcase. Once that was done, you went to bed, deciding to text their manager when they landed. You had to tell Yoongi you were in love with him as well, but needed to make sure you were allowed to visit first.

Waking up, you waited a few more hours before texting Sejin, explaining everything to him. Getting the okay from him, you grabbed your luggage and made your way to the airport, buying a ticket when you arrived. Deciding to vlog, you pulled out your camera and hit record.

“Hey guys! It’s Y/n here and for today’s vlog, we are going to France! Well, more specifically, we’re heading to the boys’ hotel because mister Yoongles forgot his headphones and we all know he can’t live without them,” you explained to the camera, showing the headphones that Yoongi coincidentally left behind. The PA system came on, announcing your flight was now boarding. You looked back to the camera, “Well, looks like that’s me! I’ll update you guys when I get on the plane!” Turning off the camera, you put it in your carry on and made your way to the boarding area. Handing the lady your ticket, she scanned it, and then you got onto the plane. Once you were all situated in your seat, you turned your airplane mode on and then turned on your camera.

Fixing your hair, you told the camera your plans, “So, I just got on. The flight is gonna be about twelve hours. Most of that time I’m going to be sleeping because ya girl loves her sleep.” After clarifying everything, you turned the camera back off. Like you said, you fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes.

The plane ride flew by fast, due to your unconscious state, and before you knew it, you were landing. Getting off the plane, you took your phone off airplane mode. It buzzed multiple times before becoming silent. Letting the messages load, you could see all of the boys had messaged you or called you.

Your cell phone started vibrating, indicating you had a call coming through. Looking at the caller ID, you saw it was Jin that was calling you. Picking up the phone, you were automatically ambushed with his loud voice. "Yah, Y/n! Why weren't you answering Yoongi? He's freaking out thinking you hate him!" "Sorry sorry! I was on a plane and couldn't use my phone,” you tried to calm him down. He was confused, and questioned you, "Wait...Why were you on a plane?" You’re silent for a minute, then declared, "...Oh my god you're such an idiot Jin I swear. I'm not going to tell Yoongi I love him over text." "Wait, so you got on a plane to come all the way to France, just to tell him you love him?" Jin asked you, his tone filled with amusement. You nodded, before you realized he couldn’t see you, "Uhh yeah? I mean he's the one who dropped the bomb on me right before he got on a plane." "Wah that is so cute. So is it a surprise?" Jin said, making you smile. You knew it would be best to tell him in person and not over the phone. "Yup! I’m actually at the airport right now." You enthusiastically said. Jin told you, "Alright I'll keep quiet about it then. I'll send you the hotels location." "Thanks Jin, I'll be there as soon as I can!" You stated, before ending the call. A minute later your phone vibrated with a message from him. Opening it, you saw the hotel’s location. You hailed a taxi and told the driver the address, and you were on your way.

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When you made it to the hotel, you paid the taxi driver, grabbing your suitcase from the car. Closing the car door, you turned to face the hotel in amazement. It was absolutely beautiful, and you were happy Jin had offered to buy you a hotel room. Walking inside, you went to the front desk and got your room key. Getting in the elevator, you hit the fifth floor. Luckily, he was able to get a room right next to Yoongi’s. Strolling down the hallway, you stopped in front of your room, and slide the card to open the door. Once it beeped, you pushed open the door and stalked inside. You were captivated by it as you looked around. There was a king sized bed, and a huge window that showed a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. Plugging your phone into the charger, you became aware of the time. The boys would be in sound check right about now, and you had an hour before you had to leave.

The hour passed by quickly, and before you knew it, you were on your way to the venue. Your nerves were acting up, and you could feel your hands start to sweat. You had no reason to be scared. You knew he felt the same way as you. Hell, he was the one to admit it first! When you get to the venue, you could hear the screaming fans from outside. Going to the back, you saw a bodyguard waiting there for you. Showing him your ID, he allowed you in, and showed you the way to the boys’ dressing room. Throughout the whole concert, you watched them perform their hearts out. The concert ended, and you were starting to feel anxious once again. Loud, cheerful voices could be heard coming down the hallway towards the room you were in. Taking a deep breath in, you stood up and faced the door, just as it opened. The boys all trudged inside, and you watched as Yoongi was the last one in. He was looking down at his, frowning with his shoulders slumped. He only looked up when you said his name.

“Yoongi…” your voice was quiet, and you watched as his mouth dropped open. He was astonished to see you standing in person in front of him. Last he checked, you were ignoring him.

He slowly stalked towards you, his voice low and puzzled, “What are you doing here?” He stopped in front of you, and you walked closer so you were almost touching.

“You didn’t think I would tell you I’m in love with you over the phone, did you?” you quietly asked him, giggling when he just continued to stare at you. Yoongi put his hands on your waist and tugged you into him.

He leaned in and smashed his lips onto yours passionately. He let his emotions flow through the kiss, smiling when he felt you kiss back. The two of you stood there, just kissing each other innocently. You knew you should stop for there were people all around you, but his lips were too addicting. You figured it was safe to say he thought the same, seeing as he only pulled you closer and deepened the kiss. Needing oxygen to breathe, you pulled away, slowly opening your eyes. Gazing at you with love, Yoongi softly kissed your lips one last time before releasing you from his embrace. Instead, he intertwined his fingers with yours, not wanting to let go of you completely.

You were reminded of the others when Jin cleared his throat. He gave you guys a teasing smile, “Now that you two are done, how about we head back to the hotel?” Everyone nodded, congratulating you and Yoongi on their way out of the room. Jin stopped to say, “Oh, by the way, Yoongi we had someone move your stuff into Y/n’s room. You can thank you me anytime.”

“Thanks hyung,” Yoongi muttered, rolling eyes. He gave you a gummy smile when you nudged him. He pulled you into a soft, slow kiss, and mumbled against your lips, “Let’s go back to the hotel jagiya, I’m tired and I wanna hold you in my arms.”

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Best Friend’s Baby [한지성] Chapter Four

What if you and your best friend, Jisung got drunk at a party and had sex afterwards. How will his girlfriend of 2 years react and mostly everyone else after her? Read more to find out.

Pairing:JisungXFem!Reader

Teaser, 1, 2, 3, 4

Contains: Fluff,smut,angst, slight name calling,cursing, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids!)

(Gif isn’t mine!)

A few months have passed and you were six months pregnant with your child. Han has been writing lyrics hoping to sell them and make money for your child.

When you,Minho,and Jisung went to the ultrasound to found out the gender. Minho took the envelope away before Jisung could even grab it.

“Yah Hyung! Why’d you do that?” Jisung asked as he looked at Minho.

“Im planning a surprise for you two and you can’t peek until the day” Minho said as he put the envelope in his pocket.

The three of you soon leave and head home.

“How’s the music going?” You asked Jisung.

“It’s going great. I’m trying to get a position at JYP for producing and writing” he said as he gripped onto the steering wheel.

“It’s going to be hard since everyone tries to apply to the big companies in the music industry” you told him.

“I know, but I won’t find out until the baby almost get here” he said as he rubbed your stomach gently, and then felt the baby kick at your stomach. He chuckled at your reaction.

“Give your mother some rest” he said as he patted your stomach lightly. The two of you soon got home and Jisung immediately went to his table in your bedroom, to finish his songs.

Meanwhile you were craving something, but you don’t know what. You looked in the fridge and saw pickles and grabbed them out. You reached up and grabbed the peanut butter. You cut the pickle in half, like a sandwich and spread the peanut butter. When you finished you puffed your cheeks out.

“Something is missing” you mumbled as you looked around and then you saw goldfish crackers and added them on it and then began eating. Jisung came out the room to get water and then stopped at you.

“What are you eating?” He asked, trying not to gag at the smell.

“Pickles with toppings, want some?” You asked as he quickly shook his head.

“Nah I’m good, I just want some water” he said as he grabbed a bottle and quickly went back into the room.

Minho had told you guys that the surprise was for today and meet him at his apartment. The two of you drove over and saw setting things up on his counter.

“Jisung! Y/N!” He said as he smiled. You guys walked over towards him and sat down at the counter.

“What’s the surprise?” Jisung asked as he eyed the glasses on the counter.

“I put a powder in these glasses. When in contact with water, it changes from white to whatever gender is the baby” he said. “You ready?”

The two of you nodded and then Minho poured the water. The water was white for a second and then it turned into a light blue.

“It’s a boy!” You exclaimed happily as Jisung hugged you.

“Since its a boy, he’s going to have my talents and face!” Jisung said.

“You have to tell mom and dad or else they’ll be pissed at you” Minho said as you stared at you.

“Minho you know how mom and dad feel about Jisung, so it’s best to keep it a secret until he arrives” you said.

“Well ok!”

That night, you and Jisung were on the couch watching a movie, Jisung was also writing some lyrics. You two were having a fun time until your phone buzzed.

Minho: I fucked up

You were confused and decided to text him back.

You: What do you mean you fucked up?

Minho: I accidentally slipped to mom and dad that you’re pregnant with Jisung’s baby

You: You did what??!!!

Minho: I’m very sorry Y/N, but be prepared for a very angry phone call from them

You: Thanks I guess

“Why the long face?” Jisung asked as he looked towards you.

“Minho told our parents” you said as you looked at your phone.

“Oh shit so that means...” he said as he trailed off.

“Yep. They should be calling any second now” you said as you looked at your phone. Soon enough you get a video chat notification that your parents were calling.

“Hello?” You said as you looked at their angry faces.

“How long were you going to keep your pregnancy from us?” Your mom said angrily

“I know you guys don’t like Jisung, but he’s been there for me since we were little kids! You want me to date all the playboys at our school, who only want girls for sex!” You stated as they nodded your head.

“I want you to give up the baby once you have it. I don’t want it raised by him and you will be staying with us” your dad said as you shook your head.

“I will not stay with you two if you’re going to think like and I will keep my baby. This is the reason why I didn’t want you guys to know.” You said as you hung up in their face.

You threw your phone across the couch and snuggled up to Jisung.

“One day they’ll understand” he said as his fingers massaged your scalp.

The next day Jisung walked onto campus. The news that you got pregnant spread around and people were supportive and a someone people don’t approve like the sports teams and the popular people. But that didn’t faze you or Jisung.

Jisung was passing by the football team, until he heard them talking about you.

“I can’t believe Minho let her best friend touch her instead of you hyung” Youngki said.

“I know, but if Minho wasn’t her brother, she would’ve got pregnant by me a long time ago” Minhoon said.

“Why would she choose Jisung over me? I’m more handsome and the baby would be ugly just like him” he commented. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she gave up the baby.”

Jisung grew angry and push Minhoon.

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Jisung yelled.

“What are you going to do about it? You’re just weak” Minhoon spat as he pushed Jisung. Jisung started seeing red and without thinking, he punched Minhoon hard in the face and due to the impact he fell to the ground.

“Did you know what you just did to me?!” Minhoon yelled angrily from the ground.

“That’ll teach you for talking about my son and his mother” Jisung said as he walked away.

That whole day, Jisung didn’t see Minhoon and he went home. When he arrived home, he saw you watching tv while rubbing your stomach.

“I’m back” he said as he put down his bag.

“Hey Ji” you said as you turned towards him.

“How has he been?” He asked as he rubbed your stomach.

“He’s been kicking ever since you kissed him goodbye before class. I couldn’t even focus with him kicking me and I started getting tired and he started kicking again” you said as you looked down towards your belly with a pout.

Jisung chuckled at your expression and went towards your stomach to talk to your baby.

“Your mommy is tired. Give her some rest, I love you” he said as he kissed your stomach. Soon he stopped kicking and settled down.

“Also if you manage to have Minhoon’s child in one of your classes in the future, make sure to give him a good punch in the jaw if he grows up like his father” he said as he talked to your stomach. You smacked his head and he rubbed it in pain.

“Yah! We will not be promoting violence in the household Ji” you said as you glared at him.

“I know but I gotta tell you something that happened today” he said already remember the time with Minhoon.

“You punched him? I’m glad someone punched his arrogant self.” You said.

“Let me make dinner and we can finish doing the baby’s room” he said with a smile and you nodded.

“I’ll like that Ji” you said.

The baby comes next chapter!

#han #han jisung #stray kids #stray kids fics #stray kids scenarios #han imagines #han scenarios #han smut #jisung smut #stray kids imagines #stray kids smut #skz smut

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Ernie & Bert Are Planning A Wedding

OR: My thoughts on Episode 11

Everything just hurts. Let me start with the “previously on” segment. Yeah, we finally get an Ian/Mickey intro, but it’s just like so many of the other intros-random characters outside yelling at viewers. Since there’s been little to none intimacy for this couple this season we couldn’t have caught them in bed? Or in mid-kiss? Nope. Ian can be drinking yet another beer tho. Pretty sure those meds we saw when Sandy grabbed Mickey’s dick all those episodes ago now was Mickey’s gerd medication. Ian’s clearly not being written as taking medication at all (yet again).

But as usual, I digress. The show starts with a somewhat cute reminder of how the Gallavich house is within running distance of the (now torn down in real life, RIP) Milkovich house. Unfortunately it’s Terry who reminds us. Ian’s watching Terry screaming up at the house while Mickey’s...off doing something without Ian. Seriously, whatever the opposite of “joined at the hip” is, that’s what these epic soulmates are this season :(

Anyway, Mickey walks downstairs and Ian unhelpfully informs him, “Your dad’s here.” Mickey says yeah and goes out to see Terry. Ian gives one more peek thru the curtain but must decide that Mickey’s in no danger, since next we see him, Ian’s sitting in the kitchen casually chatting with Lip about something that’ll never happen (Lip moving to Wisconsin).

Outside, Mickey and Terry draw guns on each other while Terry’s just now (?) trying to figure out where Mickey went “wrong” and turned out gay. Um, I know Terry’s been busy with prison and running his illegal enterprises (whatever they might be), but he’s just now trying to catch up on what he learned literally years ago when he walked in on Ian and Mickey having sex?

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The scene at least gives us an iconic Mickey line, “I definitely love one,” but is it too little too late? It’s enough to send Terry on his way for now, after one last threat. Mickey calmly goes back inside, says “mornin’” to Ian and Lip, and starts to make himself a bowl of cereal. I list all that out to stress how non-stressed he seems. Ian says, “So, how’s your dad?”, and just like the, “Hi, Mr. Milkovich” and “Was Mickey adopted?” conversation Ian had with Terry in S9, so far everything is being written to show how this is just normal family life when it comes to Terry. But by the next scene the show will want us to buy that something entirely different is going on and I just don’t understand why they can’t find a narrative and stick to it. In the days since the episode aired, I’ve read so many head canon posts about how understandable it was for Mickey to flip out after seeing Terry, and how that brought all Mickey’s past trauma to the surface and of course it turned him into a groomzilla, but I just can’t agree that that’s what the show either set out to do or accomplished. Mickey’s been working for Terry, he’s been around him-it’s one of the few things about Mickey’s life the show has shown us since he’s been out of prison. Everyone in Terry’s world that they’ve shown is perfectly comfortable talking about the fact that yes, some people are in fact gay. Terry’s peers in prison, Terry’s own relatives-why suddenly in Episode 11 is this “a thing”?

Anyway, the scene continues after Mickey quips that he doesn’t think Terry will be his best man. Liam joins the scene and there’s very cute, well executed banter where Ian, Lip, and Mickey tell him they can each forge Frank’s signature. It’s a tantalizing glimpse of what the season could’ve been if these guys were allowed to all be in scenes together.

Mainly thanks to Myles’ AV Club review, I know that for whatever reason, the show decided to do a one month time jump between the engagement episode and this one. WTF? It doesn’t even make sense-it means somewhere that woman holding Frank captive was feeding him and clothing and bathing him? That Liam hasn’t been to school in a month because Frank hasn’t been around to sign him in? As if that wouldn’t have had CPS showing up at the Gallagher house (that has to be red flagged in the system by now)? Debbie being toyed with by that mother and daughter has been going on for weeks at this point? The only thing the time jump did that I care about was rob us of seeing Mickey and Ian telling people they were engaged. We deserved a little scene of Ian and Lip talking about it at least-give Lip the opportunity to ask Ian what changed his mind about marriage and give the audience the opportunity to hear some sort of explanation. “I heard some guy I know Mickey didn’t care about putting him down and I just knew then and there I had to marry him,” doesn’t quite cut it.

But so much for what should have been. In the next scene, Mickey slaps down a pile of wedding magazines and drops the news on Ian (as he hands him a beer) that they’re going to have a “wedding wedding”. Mickey needs a headcount for the reception venue-clearly money is no problem, so working for Terry all those intervening weeks must’ve been lucrative.

In a rare instance of the show actually cluing us in on someone’s thought process, Mickey says flat out that he now wants a “real” wedding because his fuckhead dad threatened to murder him-again-cuz he’s gay. So, see? AGAIN. What’s different this time? It’s like the show NEEDS there to be a reason, a mitigating circumstance, for two men to want to get married. They can’t just let Mickey and Ian have the natural progression of their relationship leading to a lifetime together. It’s so offensive. And again, for viewers that have been invested in this relationship for so long, it just hurts. Mickey’s doing this as a big FU to his father rather than as a big ILY to Ian. That’s OOC for sure-Mickey’s always put loving Ian first in his life.

In planning the wedding, Noel does get some great moments. Talking about the “little shits that light the candles”, and his choice of wedding song, and confronting the homophobic old bitch at the florist. And the literal scenery chewing he does at the wedding chairs rental place was, I’m sure, quite fun for Noel as an actor. BUT-the only moment we get where Ian seems on board/with Mickey in any of it is at the florist before the bitch sets Mickey off. Otherwise Ian’s like a casual bystander in all this-and that’s just not in character either. Why can’t they both be into making these decisions? Why, even if Ian truly couldn’t give a shit about seeing Mickey happy about these little details-why can’t they at least be affectionate with each other? I don’t expect Schitt’s Creek level adoring looks, but I do expect Gallavich level. Ian used to look at Mickey with awe even when Mickey was being his Mickey-est. Why aren’t they allowed to show that anymore?

I will say, I did love the stargazer lily thing-altho it’s all the more frustrating to realize this week’s writer must’ve watched at least the fan compilation video of Gallavich to know that detail was a very sweet throw back-why couldn’t they also write some kisses and hand holding in too? But anyway, “Beyond Blue” and Mickey looking touched when Ian said he liked the blue ones-we needed a lot more moments like that this season. Why everything’s getting crammed into these final, rushed episodes is beyond me.

Now I have to bitch again about what was wrong with the florist scene. Yes, I’m sure there are plenty of people like that woman in the world. But there are also plenty who don’t oppose same sex marriage. Why is it always such a big deal on Shameless? Either everything’s gay or nothing is. They’ve given us an entire squad of fire fighters who are gay. Debbie clearly can’t walk five feet in any direction since the show decided she was gay without her finding a woman DTF her. Ian had-what was the ridiculous number?-7 million Instagram followers when he was Gay Jesus. So ONE homophobic old lady in a flower shop means disaster? Ian knows how to look shit up on his phone, he proved that looking for wedding statistics. You mean to tell me he doesn’t know how to check Yelp reviews to somehow find a gay-friendly florist in a city the size of Chicago?

Mickey did get a couple of funny lines in that scene (killed me when he called her Grandma), but, again the show is throwing too much in the blender. Is the scene supposed to be that funny? If Mickey is dealing with past trauma, this is just adding to it. And Ian, who is supposed to know Mickey better than anyone (including the viewer) isn’t acting worried about him, he’s acting like he’s being dragged all these places against his will. So where’s the comedy in that?

Next there’s a scene of Mickey walking down the sidewalk and glorious natural light, looking like he’s glowing. It immediately gets ruined by Ian stopping in front of a store window full of bride mannequins and looking at them and then after Mickey, with the visual implication strongly suggesting that Mickey’s the “woman” in their relationship which is so outdated in 2020 that the show and the network should have to pay a fine.

Then we get the chairs meltdown, which gives us the truest line, “Why does everything always have to SUCK?” You’re singing our song, Mickey. Then the show proves that point for the millionth time by having Mickey call the chairs guy the R word-twice.

In the next scene, Mickey’s called in the always reliable important character of Mand..um, Sandy because Ian’s of no use to him. WTF? Mickey is still talking up grandiose wedding plans and Ian’s still trying to figure it all out. He tries to ask, “This is still about Terry, right? You don’t give a shit about weddings...” Mickey interrupts him to ask where his ring is. Ian has to stop and think and realizes he must’ve left it on the sink. He runs off before Mickey can tear him a new one. Mickey throws his pen down and says to Sandy, “I can’t even.” Sandy replies, “I can see why you called,” but on Twitter fans have pointed out her lips appear to be saying, “Is he even into this at all?” WHICH IS ANOTHER THING. After all Ian’s marriage issues, why is Mickey bulldozing ahead and not noticing what Ian seems to be feeling AT ALL. (Which appears to be that he’s once again regretting this whole marriage thing.) Why does the show make the two of them so blind to each other’s feelings now? WHY? Now that Lip’s living in the RV, do they even share a room anymore? They act like they never, ever talk now. There is such a disconnect hanging over the short time they are shown together in every episode. Not to mention they’ve been desexualized to the point of being a couple of Ken dolls. John Wells must be so thrilled he doesn’t have to sit thru dailies of them physically touching anymore. I’m willing to believe he hired someone to Jeff Giloolly Cam’s leg so he could have Mickey and Ian get engaged and married without any love scenes at this point.

In the last scene, Ian and Mickey are at The Alibi and Ian’s (having a beer) making one last attempt to simplify the wedding. After another “it depends who’s the bride and who’s the groom” eye-rolling moment, Ian asks, “Can’t we just be Ian and Mickey?” I guess not, when it comes to this show. In the past Ian would’ve loved Mickey’s tension away for him-letting Mickey find his release in multiple orgasms, not in wedding planning. Now all he can do is hire some guy with a guitar to show up at the bar and sing Mickey’s wedding song-and “sing” is a very generous term here. Props to the show for not having an amazing singer just show up out of the blue, but, for the love of my bleeding ears, couldn’t they have found less of a screecher?

Mickey is, at first, freaked out by this guitar playing weirdo coming near his booth, but when he recognizes the song he asks, “How the fuck did you know that?” The guitarist replies, “Little bird told me” indicating Ian, and then unfortunately goes back to the song and soon finds himself way out of his range. Mickey gives Ian a soft look, Ian gives Mickey one of the smiles he only ever has for Mickey, and Silver Tree becomes JW’s favorite director ever by not even letting us see them holding each other’s hands-that’s below the camera line. For all we can prove, maybe Ian and Mickey were just reaching for the salt shaker at the same time. Personally, I would’ve ended the episode with Ian and Mickey metaphorically and literally getting on the same page-they go back to the house, their double bed is covered in Mickey’s wedding magazines and color swatches and seating charts and whatever other wedding prep detritus. Ian, seeing it all laid out like that says softly, “Are you really doing all this for Terry?” and Mickey says, “Course not, it’s all for us. We deserve it.” Then they flop down on the bed together and get to kissing, right on top of it all.

But no, can’t have them intimate or even on the same side of a booth. So, you’d think that happy-ish ending we did get means Mickey’s out of his Terry-induced panic, but scenes and stills for the season finale will disabuse you of that hope.

My final thought is: I’m wondering how much, if any, of these wedding details we’ll see. The show is too cheap now to spend money on a church wedding with those gorgeous stargazer lilies and the little shits that light the candles. Plus why would you have Living On A Prayer sung again when you used it in this episode? Will one of them-or both of them-walk down an aisle? They’ve already got their rings and have been wearing them-I don’t see them wearing multiple rings each. If the show had any guts at all, it’d have them exchange cock rings at the ceremony ;P Will we even get to see the wedding part or will they go straight to some sort of brawl/reception? And, sadly, I’ve felt from the first time I saw pictures of them driving off in the Mercedes that we’re not going to see them get to consummate the marriage. I hope I’m wrong about all of it, but I won’t be surprised to be let down utterly-either by what they don’t or what they do show :( See ya on the other side!

#IanandMickey #Season 10 Episode 11 #Recap #It's a heartache nothing but a heartache

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A Recorded Life (6/50) - Miraculous Ladybug

Words: 2225 Chapter Summary: The most recent video has gotten much bigger than Marinette even imagined, and now all the people want is more Adrien! This time, it was Adrien's idea for a video, and it fuffilledMarinette's and her fans' dreams. Author's Note: This is another one I had so much fun writing. I loved it and I just think it's so cutesbucivrneiusnrk

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My Dream! Vlogging with Adrien

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Her video with Adrien and Alya quickly became her second most viewed video on her channel, right behind one of her first design videos. It was all over the place, and it was all she heard people talking about online. People loved the video.

It was definitely good for her channel and her stress, she was a little worried about how people at school would take it. Everyone knew Marinette and Adrien had gotten closer since he started appearing in more videos.

Of course, she would love to do more videos with Adrien. However, she didn't know how to keep asking Adrien if he wanted to be in more videos, or if he wanted to stop after seeing all of the comments.

"There she is!" Nino smiled widely when he saw Marinette enter the room. "You actually look rested for once."

"Yeah, I got to go to sleep at a decent time last night," Marinette said. "What's up?"

"Your video blew up, Mari!" Nino jumped. "We were all talking about how awesome that is. And my song was in the video! We're all famous!"

With a giggle, Marinette shrugged. "It did kind of get a little crazy. Thanks for the help on that video, Adrien, and for the amazing idea, Alya."

Alya winked. "You know I know what the fans want."

"Marinette!" Adrien gasped. "I have the perfect idea for a video!"

Right as he was about to tell her, the bell rang. "We'll talk after class."

"It seems like we've all had busy weekends," The teacher began to talk. "Glad to hear, but let's get to work. We have some important projects coming up for your last few months of school."

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Wednesday

Marinette was in her parent's cafe as she began to record her video. "Hi, guys! I'm Marinette!" She said, now it was just habit to speak in English when in front of a camera. "Today, I'm doing a vlog. Well, if I titled this correctly and came up with some cheesy title, then you're probably wondering why this is going on my main channel, when vlogs usually go on the second channel. Well, we have an exceptional kind of vlog today," She winked.

"I'm here!" Adrien jumped into the frame. "I came up with the perfect idea for a video for Marinette, so we're making it!"

"Adrien has a hectic schedule, so we need to finish eating our after-school snack, then we can head out to meet Adrien's bodyguard to go to our secret location," Marinette smiled.

Adrien grinned as he took another bite of his cookie. "The best pastries in Paris. No, in France. Wait," Adrien paused. "The best pastries in the world."

"No wonder my parents like you...you're a suck up!" Marinette joked and turned the camera to herself. "Stay tuned, if you like my fashion videos, then you are going to love this!" She said with a big smile and stopped recording. Only a few more minutes passed by before both of them weird in the car heading to the location of the secret vlog.

Both of them were happy; they were becoming closer. Sure, over the past few years they had become friends, but there was a lot of development between them since Adrien started appearing on Marinette's YouTube channel. He became more interested in her work, and it gave them excuses to hang out and become better friends.

The two of them talked non stop on the ride. Halfway through, Marinette turned the camera on as they continued their conversation, but now they were speaking English. "I think my viewers like you more than they like me," Marinette told him as she held the camera in front of them. "It's kind of obvious. They always want you in a video."

"Hey, I've read the comments. I know how much they like you, but they also like seeing you with your friends!" Adrien smiled. "I'm happy to be a reoccurring character on the Marinette show, instead of just being a cameo every once in a while," Adrien nodded, proud of himself.

A gasp and a smile formed on Marinette's face. "You should have a cameo. Like, you know, people pay celebrities to talk to them through a small video. It's kind of a cool concept. I heard people were campaigning to have Ladybug and Chat Noir get a cameo, but I don't know what came of that."

Adrien smiled as he listened to Marinette talk. "I haven't heard of that before; I'll have to look into it. Maybe it'd be something fun, you know, if people would want me to get one. Leave a comment, or tweet Marinette or me telling us what you think!" Adrien promoted, and as if on cue, the car stopped. "Oh! We're at our secret location."

Marinette rolled her eyes at Adrien, and the two of them got out of the car. "Guys, I don't think you're ready for this. If you're on this channel, you probably like fashion...or just Adrien Agreste. And either is perfect for this video, as Adrien brought me along to one of his shoots!" Marinette squealed as she turned the camera around to show how everything was set up. "This is very behind the scenes and the first time I've been to a photo shoot without Alya and Nino. Normally they get bored and try to distract me, and I just know this is going to be awesome!" She rambled on.

Adrien stood beside her, partially in the frame, staring at her with a small smile. Once she finished rambling, she looked to him, and Adrien was snapped back to reality. "We've got some things to take care of before it all starts. You have to get all the behind the scenes footage! I need to get my first outfit and some makeup on, so we've got a long afternoon ahead of us, Mari." He grabbed her wrist not holding the camera and led her to his dressing room, and when Marinette stepped inside, she squealed.

"This is literally my dream, Adrien. To walk into one of my model's dressing rooms and see a bunch of clothes that I designed, the model excited to do a photo shoot wearing said clothes, and just expand the brand," Marinette gushed.

With a chuckle, Adrien sifted through the rack of Gabriel clothes. "And I have no doubt that it will happen soon," He smiled. "Hey, speaking of that, when am I going to be forced to model an outfit you're working on? You said you had one and I was next up to the plate," Adrien smirked, with his arms crossed as he was now standing facing Marinette.

Marinette shook her head. "It's still a work in progress. But, here's a sneak peek for you, and for the viewers who are awaiting one of my biggest fashion videos...it's an outfit inspired by Chat Noir," She said in a hushed tone.

Adrien's smirk turned into a big smile. "Oh my gosh, I can't wait to see it!" He said, and turned back to his clothes.

Marinette continued to vlog as much as she could. She snuck in a few recordings when Adrien got his hair and makeup done, then recorded him walking around the dressing room showing off some clothes. Since all the clothes in this photoshoot have been released, there was no issue against Marinette recording- Adrien even made sure to get her special permission.

It was when the actual photo shoot came about there were problems. A dozen people were running around trying to make this perfect, and it was clearly stressing Adrien out. Marinette has been to a few of his shoots before, but never alone, and it was never this chaotic. She was able to get a little bit of footage of the actual photo shoot, and she was most excited about hearing the photographer say "think about your mama's spaghetti!" to get Adrien in the perfect pose. Of course, Adrien was used to it; he had been hearing that phrase for years.

Marinette was also reminded about the amount of footage she was going to have to subtitle, but she had such a great time she didn't care. After the first outfit, Adrien ran over to Marinette and the camera with a smug look on his face. "How do you think that went?"

"I'd say you handled all the stress and spaghetti talk perfectly, Monsieur Agreste," Marinette snickered from behind the camera.

Adrien picked up a napkin off the table near them and pulled a pen out of his pocket. "Please, my biggest fans call me Adrien," He winked and handed Marinette the now signed napkin.

"Oh, don't let me swoon!" Marinette joked as she took the napkin. "Also, stop letting me let your ego grow. You don't need anymore," she said. "Now go change and get on with the next outfit."

"Anything for my biggest fan!" Adrien ran off, and Marinette shook her head at the camera, closing it for the time being.

This was going to be one of her most favorite videos to edit.

—

The video caused an uproar. People loved watching Marinette and Adrien interact, and the video was only growing on the trending page. Her Twitter blew up with tweets about her and Adrien, and she couldn't believe how much people enjoyed the videos, especially their friendship.

It was no longer just about Adrien Agreste, the fashion model; it was about the friendship and development between Adrien and Marinette. And while they were not near being above friendship, people still loved to see them together.

Hell, #Adrienette was trending on Twitter for the hour once the video was posted. Marinette knew Adrien liked someone, and she had come to terms with it and learned to control her crush. That didn't stop the hope in her heart that one-day things would change, and her fans would be right. But right now, she was just happy that she and Adrien were becoming closer and closer every day. However, Alya would never let her hear the end of it.

Once Alya went to bed, though, Marinette opened up the video she titled HOW DID THIS EVEN HAPPEN? | Marinette Vlogs. As the video played at a low volume, Marinette scrolled to the comments and began reading some of them, like she usually does after a video is posted.

This was such an awesome video! I loved seeing the different type of content, yet it still revolved around fashion! Can't wait to see more, with or without Adrien.

I've always wanted to see how photo shoots go, and you are so lucky to be able to experience it! By the way, totally agree with Adrien, your photo shoots will be here before we know it.

If you're looking for models to show off your first, kick offline, I'm sure every one of your fans would be down to do it! How awesome would that be, a line where your fans and supporters are the models? I can't wait until you actually put out a line, I love your designs, and I can't wait to see the Chat Noir inspired outfit! Especially with Adrien modeling it!

A Chat Noir outfit? You spoil us! I just know it's going to be perfect and Adrien is going to fit that style so well. Before we know it, he'll quit modeling for his dad and start modeling for your line!

I loved the concept of this video and all, but I can't help but focus on the fact that Adrien called her MARI. That is the cutest nickname, and I've never really heard her friends call her that before. We've heard M, and Nette, but never Mari, and I love it. Sometimes you guys look so in love, and I'm honestly here for it.

Marinette!! You're on the trending page!! And Adrienette is trending on twitter!!

Oh my gosh, Marinette, you and Adrien have taken over Tumblr. There's fan art of you two- more fan art than you and Alya have gotten. And I'm sure there are fanfics- please do a video of you guys reading them. It would be hilarious!

Marinette really enjoyed reading the comments. She loved interacting with the fans- but reading fanfiction about her and Adrien might be a little much. After she got through a good amount of comments, she shut off the video and smiled to herself.

"People are going crazy for you and Adrien," Tikki giggled from over her shoulder. "Dreams do come true, huh?"

Marinette shook her head and laid down. "People love to ship any guy and girl they see together. Plus, as much as I wish he did, Adrien doesn't think of me like that. Maybe one day, Tikki," She sighed. "Let's get some sleep."

But Adrien was still up, reading every single comment and tweet he could find. This was by far his favorite video they have ever made, and he was beginning to realize how happy he was to be friends with Marinette. He loved having her around and creating things with her, and seeing the reaction from her fans about the two of them only made him smile more. However, he would never forget about Ladybug; she would always be his number one. Marinette was just a very, very close second.

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@lady-of-the-roses-and-lilies@bookishserendipity03@avatheexceed@gkz10 @coccinellegirl@kat-thatoneweirdo@strawberryblondish@snow-swordswoman

#Miraculous #mlb #ml #miraculous ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #miraculous fanfic #fanfiction #lilly writes

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spiderneds · 6 years

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I Wanna Fall In Love (Peter Parker [TH] x Reader x Dad!Stephen Strange)

for @melonpanbread bc she’s been the best at dealing with me on this crappy week :’ ) y’all she’s the best.

thank you all for praying. every prayer, message, and ask sent to me means the world. but i’m feeling happy bc my aunt that lives in another state gets to fly here last minute for the funeral. we didn’t think she’d be able to bc she recently beat stage 3 cancer and can’t get around easily anymore or afford a plane ticket, but God made a way and i am just so thankful.

It was Monday night, and you were sitting at the small dining room table with your dad, eating dinner ordered from your favorite restaurant. As he scraped the bottom of his plate with his fork, he said, “Oh, you’ll never guess who called me today.”

“Christine?” you guessed.

“How did you know?” he asked.

“Who else would call you, Dad?”

He raised his eyebrows. “Okay, ouch.” He laughed and you smiled. “Anyway, she invited me to a banquet on Friday. One thrown by the other doctors at the hospital.”

“Oh, yeah? Are you going to go?” you asked.

“I told her I would,” he said, nodding. “And then she said she’d like it if you would come, too.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Would you want to come?” he asked.

You tried to suppress your excitement. “I mean... I guess it would be fun. Is there, like, dinner and dancing and stuff?” you asked.

“Yes, there’s like dinner and dancing and stuff.” He grinned. “But you have to bring a date or you can’t get in. I’m going to be Christine’s, so I can’t be yours.”

“Well, who am I going to take?” you asked. “It’s not like I have a boyfriend or anything-”

“No, and thank goodness you don’t,” he said. You rolled your eyes. “Look, you don’t have to be dating this person to get in. Just... ask one of your friends. Ask Peter. Or Ned, if you want.”

“Ned probably wouldn’t going...” You bit your lip. “Alright. I’ll ask Peter. He should think it’s fun.” You put your fork down and stood up. Before you left the kitchen, you said, “But don’t you dare eat my food, Dad!”

Later that night, after several hours of homework and projects, you were laying in your bed, hair wet from the shower you’d taken a few minutes before. Your laptop was propped up on a stack of textbooks. You were video chatting with Peter, since he was on a field trip with the decathlon team until Friday. He was currently sitting in his bed.

“How’s D.C.?” you asked.

“Same as last year, pretty much.” He looked over to the bed next to him. “Jeez - I’m gonna have to turn the volume up to hear you,” he said. “Ned is snoring like a lawn mower over there.”

You laughed. “Yikes. I bet that’s fun.”

“So fun,” he said sarcastically.

You sat back against your pile of pillows. “Hey, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Shoot,” he said.

“So my dad got invited to this banquet with all of the doctors he used to work with-”

“Fancy,” he interrupted.

“Yes, very. Anyway - I’m invited too, but I have to have a date. I was wondering if you wanted to be my date. Not, like, my date-date, but just go with me so I can go.” You shook your head. “I am making this awkward for literally no reason. Ugh. Okay. Do you want to go to the banquet with me, Pete?”

He laughed, showing all of his teeth. “When is it?”

“Friday.”

“Okay, we’ll be back in Queens by then. Yeah, I’ll go with you. They’re gonna have fancy dinner, right?”

“I’d assume so.”

“Sweet,” he said. “I’ll definitely be there, then.”

On the day of the banquet, you dressed in a dark blue dress. You did your hair for the first time in a while, even taking the time to do your makeup the way girls did in the YouTube tutorials. You walked out of the bathroom - your dad was waiting outside - and smiled up at him, pulling at your sleeves.

“You look great,” he said. “So beautiful.”

“Thanks,” you said.

“Is Peter ready?” he asked.

“I told him to be ready by seven, so I hope so,” you said.

“Come on, Christine is waiting outside,” he said. He held out his arm to you. You took it, beaming up at him as he left the house with you.

Christine was standing by her car, wrapped up in a glittering shawl that covered her black dress. “Oh, you look so pretty!” she gushed, looking over you. “And look at you, Stephen. Finally in something other than a levitating cloak.”

“It breaks my heart to leave my cult uniform behind,” he joked. He opened the door for you and let you inside of the backseat. He took the passenger seat, leaving Christine to drive. “I sent Peter’s address to your phone.”

“Okay,” she said, shutting the door. “Is this Peter guy your boyfriend?”

“No, he’s just my best friend.” You sent him a text.

On our way! Be ready.

“He’s been her friend since they were freshman,” your dad said.

“Ah. Well, I’m happy that I get to meet him today.” She met your eye in the mirror and smiled.

She pulled up in front of Peter’s apartment. Peter was standing outside, dressed in the same tuxedo he wore during homecoming last year. He smiled when he saw the car, waved, and jogged up to the curb. You leaned over from your seat and opened the door for him, peeking your head out to smile.

“Hey,” you said. “Don’t you look fancy.”

He grinned. “And look at you - you finally look presentable.”

You scoffed, leaning back in your seat so he could get in. “Rude.”

“Hey, Doctor Strange-”

“Peter,” your dad replied, shaking his head. “You’re allowed to call me Stephen.”

“Right. I-I know.” He swallowed. “Sorry.”

Stephen rolled his eyes. “This is Christine, Peter.”

“Nice to meet you,” he said, shaking her hand.

“Nice to meet you, too. Alright, everyone buckled up?”

“Uh-huh.” You felt your phone vibrate on your lap. You looked down at it, checking your two new text messages.

They were from Peter.

You look really pretty tonight.

I’m texting you this because if I say it out loud your dad might use magic to kill me.

You grinned, cheeks burning and heart fluttering. You looked up at him. In the blue-darkness of the car, he smiled at you.

“Thank you,” you breathed.

The banquet was in a hotel ballroom, and it was decorated with lights that flickered like candles. In the yellow glow stood dozens of doctors and nurses all dressed in fancy gowns and expensive jewelry. You felt nervous as you stood in the middle of it all, Peter next to you. Your dad and Christine were getting champagne from the bar - and you and Peter didn’t know what to do.

“How do people usually act in fancy ballroom parties?” you asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I mean, the fanciest place I’ve been is... a three star hotel.” He looked around. “Should we act like we’re doctors? I feel like we should act like we’re doctors.”

“Peter, we are very clearly high school students.” You looked around. No one was looking at you, and yet... it was like everyone was looking at you.

“Right,” he muttered, rocking on his heels. “We probably look worse just by standing here.”

You took in a deep breath. “Okay, well... are you hungry?”

“Not... really?” he said.

“You said you were only coming because of the food.”

“I wasn’t serious! And I am way too awkward to eat. And what if they’re serving just snails?”

“What kind of doctors do you think these are?” you asked. “I am sure the food is catered-”

“Okay, I know. It’s just... I am kind of nervous.” He pulled on his collar. “Can you tell I’m sweating?”

You giggled. “Why are you so nervous? Because of the doctors?”

“No,” he admitted. He looked at his shoes. “Because... of you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “Because of me?” you asked.

“It’s not like that, I-” He stopped and sighed.

At the same moment, the lighting lowered and the music got louder. You looked around, watching a few couples pull one another to the center of the room. They wrapped their arms around one another and swayed slowly, not really dancing, but not standing still.

“Do you wanna dance?” he asked.

“Me and you?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he said. “I’m... really nervous, so if you could just answer...”

“Yeah, we can dance,” you answered. You laughed and took his hand.

He walked beside you to the center of the ballroom. He turned towards you, slowly raising up your hand. He held it carefully. The look in his eyes made your heart skip several beats. Another hand touched your waist and pushed you closer to him.

And slowly, you both were swaying.

You were incredibly aware of how close your face was to his. You were alert to the fact that Peter was holding your hand and touching your waist and guiding you around in a slow moving circle. Wicked Game played from the speakers loudly, but if felt like it was no more than a whisper around you.

“This is the song that played in Friends,” you whispered. “On Ross and Rachel’s first date-”

“Is that really what you want to talk about right now?” he asked. He laughed softly.

“No, but... I don’t know... what to say right now.” You blinked slowly.

“Me neither,” he said. “But I’m not nervous anymore.”

“You’re not?” you asked.

“No,” he said. “Not at all. What about you?”

“I... don’t know,” you said. “I can’t tell.”

He drew you even closer and you moved your arm so that it went around his shoulder. You dropped your head and shut your eyes. This moment was so perfect, so right, so unexpected... and you didn’t want to miss it. It had to be over soon, because this moment of pure bliss couldn’t last forever. Moments like these never did.

Suddenly, the swaying stopped. You felt disappointment because you didn’t expect it to be over that soon.

You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“I... have to go,” he said. He pulled back. “I’m sorry. I really am. You have no idea how badly I want to stay.”

“You don’t need to explain it to me, Peter,” you said. You smiled at him. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah.” He gave you a serious look and took both of your hands. “Yeah, I’ll see you later.” He leaned in and pressed his lips to your cheek quickly. Then he was off, running out the doors, pulling his tie off of his neck.

You watched him go.

When the doors shut behind him, you sighed and walked to the corner of the room. You grabbed a plate and went through the food line. You snorted when you saw a tray of snails sitting right in front of you.

Your phone buzzed and you checked it. Your heart fluttered at what it said.

Stay there, because I’ll be coming back for another dance.

You bit your lip and clutched your phone to your chest for half a moment. Your heart was swelling with pure happiness.

“Just friends, huh?” Christine asked from behind you. She winked when you turned around, scooping some food onto her plate.

“That’s how it used to be,” you said. “Where’s Dad?”

“He had to go,” she said. “Cult emergency.”

“Cult emergency?” you asked.

“I notice your Peter is gone, too. Funny, huh?” she teased.

“Oh. Yeah, he just... had an... an...”

“Avengers emergency?” she asked. “It’s alright, I won’t say anything. I kind of figured. And I don’t know which one he is, but... he’s the Spider-Man, isn’t he?”

“You’re really good at this,” you whispered.

“I know, right?” She grinned and nodded. “So you wanna shove a bunch of chocolate cakes in our mouths now that the boys are gone?”

“Definitely,” you said.

“Great. So let’s skip the snails-” She gently nudged you away from the food table and towards the counter full of fancy cakes.

#i wanna fall in love #peter parker x reader #dad!stephen strange x reader #spider-man imagines #doctor strange imagines #mariah's work #spiderneds work

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nimbus-cloud · 6 years

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Taka-Talk Tokyo Summer 2018

So I got to attend two sessions out of the three Takato had in Tokyo, (mid-afternoon and evening), and ohhh my goddddddd.

Actor events are a trap. They just make you love them ten times more and then all you want to do is throw all your money at them. I’m writing a recap of what I saw across the two sessions, so peek under the Read More if you’re curious!

Afternoon

The afternoon session had Kage-chan and Kousei as guests, and they were really cute chatting about soccer and Takato trying to constantly upstage the other two by being really cute and having us scream that he was really cute. Occasionally this would make Kage-chan or Kousei get “irritated” but every time they had anything near a “fight” Takato they’d do this little hand gesture to be like, “But I don’t hate you~” And they were really in sync with it (Hiroki in the evening had NO idea how to do it lol).

At one point, he had these two purikura photos to give out as prizes, with Kage-chan and Kousei drawing seat numbers out of an envelope to choose the winners and hand them out. A girl in the row behind us won one of them and omg she was so excited she was gonna die. So Kousei came really close to us to give her the photo and he was like, "It's not a photo of me but congratulations!" lol And she was just super super excited and happy it was adorable.

Then Takato prepared these short videos to show us but there wasn’t time for all of them so Kage-chan had to choose randomly which video we could watch from these 3 cards. So we got to see the selfie video that Takato took going through a haunted house by himself! It was so cute watching him get spooked~ But then when the staff recorded him separately after he came out, he was all nah, i wasn't scared, i was totally manly and cool Even though he did still say that it was probably still a good idea to not do a haunted house by yourself lol

He and Kazuma wrote a song together, and he's posted some clips on Twitter, the song is titled "Try." They're both very good at singing and their duet was fun~ Kazuma did most of the composing for the song, and he wanted to come up with something that would convey Takato’s personality and what he thinks about him and stuff. Since they did the song at every session, Kazuma was at every session and technically a guest every time, but also he was helping out with random stuff (like bringing out the cards for Kage-chan so he could pick a video). He was very shy and nervous about singing, and I don’t know why because he’s great!!!

At the end of the sessions, Takato does high-fives to send us off and when it was my turn, I told him it was my first time and that I had fun and he went, “Really?” with a little smile.

Evening

Here is where I almost died.

We were in the second row this time, and at the start he wanted to know if anyone had come from really far away to see him. My friend @lost-shounen nudged me so I raised my hand and told him I came from Seattle and his eyes went big and went, “Seattle!? Wow...” And then he said, “Me too!” and I was like, “That’s not true!”

Of course he brought up our baseball team the Mariners and their famous Japanese player Ichirou, and I said yes, and then he pointed out of course that he played an Ichirou in Engeki Haikyuu (the elementary schooler). And then when he was introducing his secret guest for the evening session (it was Ino Hiroki) he had the audience try guessing who it could be. And then he looked at me and asked me how to say 誰だと思う? in English. So I replied, "Who do you think it is?" and he was like, “wait wait, too fast.”

So I slowed it down, he repeated, "Who do you think..." I said "it is?" But then when he put it all together by himself it was just a gibberish of sounds lol BUT ARGH SO CUTE AND ALSO I WAS GONNA DIE MY HEART WAS BEATING SO FAST AND FOR MINUTES AFTERWARD UGHHHHHH

And then Kazuma dragged Hiroki in and wow those screams tho lol Even Takato was surprised at the volume because it really was impressive.

Oh yeah, for all his guests Takato asked them to kiss this little poster of himself. Kousei got hammy with that, but HIROKI LORD He just pressed it to his face for several seconds and then threatened to throw it in the audience lololol. And then later the subject of Gotou Takeru's (Yaku) wedding came up, which Hiroki went to, and he was like, “Ahhh weddings are nice~” So Takato was like, “Should we get married?” THEN THEY LOCKED ARMS AND STOOD SIDE BY SIDE and Takato said all the lines the officiant would say. Hiroki very seriously and softly said, “I do.” And then when it was time for the kiss, Takato held up the little poster again but Hiroki just shoved it out of the way to try and kiss Takato's actual face instead. Allllmost got him that time (he gets him later lol).

Hiroki's guest corner was Who can draw better? Kazuma brought out the markers and sketchpads, and they made him stay on the stage to emcee. The first topic was Lilo & Stitch. Honestly, they both suck at drawing lol but we voted for Takato's since his Lilo was cuter and because he had the cuter Stitch voice impersonation.

Hiroki then tried to do a Lilo voice and it sounded nothing like Lilo lol He told us to close our eyes before he did it, and I wasn't closing mine so he pointed at me and yelled, “You're not closing your eyes!” Being in the second row and being a head taller than those around me meant I couldn't get away with anything I suppose lol

The second art theme was: TOKUGAWA IEYASU Kazuma kept wandering between them and blowing in their ears (mostly Hiroki) to distract them and mess them up lol. Hiroki won the round because he mimicked an iconic painting of him and actually drew the Tokugawa crest and stuff. Takato's was good too but "looked too much like Nobunaga"

Since they were tied, they had to do rock, paper, scissors to decide who’d have to do the “punishment” but they forced Kazuma to do it with them and then HE WON so he had to say an embarrassing romantic line. A staff member brought out a sheet of paper that had several different ones listed on it so Hiroki and Takato chose one for Kazuma (while giggling the entire time), and they dimmed the stage, gave him a single spotlight, and he had to face us and dramatically say something along the lines of, “I just can’t keep it in anymore. I need you.” type scene. He was soooo embarrassed to do it, especially since he wasn’t supposed to be involved in this segment to begin with but he did it for us~

Then they picked one for Takato because in the end, they ALL played the “punishment” round and they all gave us a dramatic, romantic line. Takato’s was one where he ran from off-stage to the center, tripped and fell over his chair, and had the dramatic, “Wait! Stay by my side!” kind of scene. And made it really dramatic by kicking the chair again toward the end because, “You’re driving me crazy!” Kazuma picked one for Hiroki, and then Hiroki sat on a chair in the spotlight and his line was, “Put your hand over my heart. It’s beating like this because of you. I love you.” AGAIN THE SCREAMS WERE SO LOUD.

That ended the guest corner with Hiroki, and before leaving the stage, Hiroki offered his hand for Takato to shake and then he PULLED HIM IN AND KISSED HIM. Takato tried to turn his face away but like, Hiroki basically smooched him riiiight on the edge of his lips. SHOULD’VE SEEN IT COMING TAKATO, YOU KNOW HOW SMOOCHY HIROKI CAN BE!!!

I’m kind of starting to forget the order of things, but sometime during all this, Takato realized he’d lost track of the time and that he was supposed to broadcast some of the event on his Line Live Channel, so the staff started setting that up, and he and Kazuma came out again to sing Try. And then there was a special video where he announced his first photobook!!! It’ll be released in August around his birthday!!!

Another guest during this segment was a fellow C.I.A. member, Yuushin, who played the guitar for the Try song, and then he and Takato did a duet doing an acoustic cover of a Shiina Ringo song. Again, I really like hearing Takato sing~ I hope he gets to do more musicals (and hopefully I’ll get to see them). Then a final segment where he goes through the audience and we’re allowed to take photos of him (that’s when I took the photos above) as he walks by.

And another high-five send-off~ I told him I’d love to come visit from Seattle again and he gave me an adorable smile with his high-five and said, “Please do!”

I got several packs of random bromide, a Taka-Tomo shirt, and a pamphlet, and fell basically ten times more in love with him. TT ^ TT

#nagata takato #taka-talk #fan event

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jungkookienoona · 6 years

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The Meme and His Tutor

Part 44: The Comeback

Co-written with @jiminieblush

Recommended Song: Euphoria by Jungkook

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Summary:

It’s the moment you and the rest of ARMY had been waiting for.

Genre: Fluff, comedy

Pairing: Jungkook X Reader (Y/N)

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 4536

Length: 44/?

The day had finally arrived. The comeback. Jungkook was with his members preparing to do the Vlive comeback show while you curled up on your sofa, laptop hooked up to your tv. Miri was to your left, head propped on your knee, and a bowl of popcorn was on your right. In your hands was your phone that you were furiously typing on. Both you and Chubs were absolutely buzzing with excitement. It was finally happening after literal months of waiting.

You were fully prepared to stay up as late as necessary to get the full experience. Chubs had even made sure she wasn't working so she could experience it all in real time with you. It was a matter of minutes until the hour long live show would begin. Your phone buzzed with a new message and you were surprised to see Jungkook's name flash on the screen. Tapping on the message, you couldn't help but giggle like the fangirl you are.

'Hope you enjoy the new album, Jagi...especially track five... ;) I'll message you after the show!'

Track 5? What was special about track 5? You shrugged, you'd find out soon enough.

'Have fun, BunBun!'

You opened up the chat with Chubs and refreshed the BTS vlive homepage.

'I hope that vlive doesn't crash again like it has done the past few years...'

There was still about another 5 minutes until the show began.

'I wouldn't be surprised. ARMY keeps growing and growing.'

It got you thinking about BTS' growth, and how many fans would flock to them with this comeback, how much it meant to each member. Yoongi was never shy in vocalising his desires to win awards and top charts. This album could do that. Could be all they've ever wanted. You wondered what antics would happen during the show. You reckon you'd die of embarrassment if you were mentioned.

Another message caught your attention:

'ONE MINUTE! ONE MINUTE Y/N! REFRESH!!'

'Holy shit!'

You refreshed the page, being greeted by Jungkook in a suit and glasses sat behind a desk.

"Hello and welcome to Bangtan News. I'm your anchor, Jeon Jeongguk. But you can call me Nochu."

The fucker winked.

"Here is our first story of the day: BTS have dropped their new album."

There were cheers from the other members who were sat out of shot, a hand even shoved Jungkook's shoulder making him grin.

"The music video and album are said to be released at 12.30am Korean Standard Time."

More cheers from the members.

"Many people are excited for its release. I know my wife is."

He tapped his cue cards on the table as writing appeared saying 'Jungkook is not actually married'.

You were dying. An inhuman squeal left your lips. Your phone wouldn't stop buzzing but you didn't want to tear your eyes away from the screen.

"Let me introduce you to some very important guests, 6 out of the 7 Bangtan members! Sadly, the maknae, Jungkook is going to be late."

The camera cut to Namjoon who was beaming, shuffling a stack of cue cards.

"Hello, I'm the leader of BTS, RM."

There were more whoops from around him and then the camera cut to Jin.

"I'm the most handsome member, Jin." He sent his signature flying kiss to the camera.

The camera panned to Yoongi, "Hi, I'm Suga. Nice to see you again."

The poor guy looked so tired yet hyper at the same time with his gummy smile. He must have been up late giving the tracks one final listen then downed a fuck ton of coffee. Hoseok was his usual cheery self introducing himself as 'ARMY's hope and sunshine'. Jimin came next, looking extra tiny in a huge knitted sweater. And then there was Taehyung who was dressed as though ready for bed in a pair of plaid wide leg pants. You really questioned his fashion choices sometimes.

After the introductions, the camera cut back to Jungkook who asked the members to talk about the album and its concept.

Namjoon took the lead, explaining how they transitioned from the success of WINGS to the new album and what they, as a group, wanted to communicate through their music.

"Our Kookie even wrote a song that made it onto the album. Try to guess which one when it's released." Taehyung said, pride clear in his voice.

Jungkook smirked, "Oh really? I bet my wife will love that song, he's her bias after all."

The other members laughed. You, on the other hand, were stunned to silence. Wife?! Why did he keep referring to you, well you hoped it was you, as his wife?! What if people got the wrong impression?

"Your wife might be disappointed Mr Jeon. Our Kookie wrote it for ARMY and his girlfriend."

You hid your face in your hands. This was exactly what you didn't want happening.

Jungkook pushed his glasses back onto the bridge of his nose.

"I don't mind a little bit of healthy competition."

You groaned. He was so silly. Really.

"I think it's time to cut to the Jacket Shooting behind the scenes. It was nice meeting you Mr Jeon but our Jungkook will be joining us after this."

There were more whoops as the camera zoomed out to show all members before cutting to the video. You took a quick second to unlock your phone and scan the spam of messages from Chubs, keeping an eye on the screen. She had been losing her shit over Jungkook referring to you as his wife.

'I fucking hope someone had told him to act like a married news anchor otherwise he us dropping some major hints!'

You tutted.

'HE IS NOT PROPOSING TO ME ANYTIME SOON!'

Her response was instant, 'You sure? Cause he had everything prepared for you to live and study in Korea after you had known each other for 6 months.'

There was too much for you to process to think about a proposal right now.

'Not happening...Jimin is looking rather dapper...focus on him.'

'He looks too fluffy for me to thirst over right now. Bet you're needing to take a dive in the ocean though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)'

You narrowed your eyes at the screen where Jungkook was striking a pose in a bright yellow t-shirt, hair parted just the way you liked.

'Fuck you, Chubs'

A smile spread across your face at the boys having fun. The clip cut to Hoseok who was giggling to himself.

"Hoseok-ah, what's so funny?" Came from behind the camera.

Hoseok grinned, "Jungkookie messages he noona whenever he gets a break. You can tell from his goofy smile. See."

The camera panned over to Jungkook who went from smiling to posing to take a selca.

With your phone still unlocked, you opened your camera roll and found the exact picture he had taken. Woah. It wasn't very often you got to see the behind the scenes of a selca and the album jacket shooting.

'He's so whipped for you.’

You rolled your eyes at the message and focused on the screen. The members were taking pictures of each other, filling the time between shoots. They were so happy. As a friend, and a fan, it made you also happy to see them just messing around and being themselves while also working hard.

You were surprised with the amount of concepts one album could have. The volume of thought and planning behind it all was incomprehensible to a casual outsider. Even with the behind the scenes, so many pieces of the puzzle were missing.

Another couple of minutes later and the footage cut back to the live show. Jungkook was dressed in more casual clothing, glasses gone and bangs no longer parted. They moved onto talking about the jacket shooting and how it fit with the whole album concept. When saying which style of clothing they preferred, Jungkook didn't surprise you by saying he favoured the more casual sportswear as it was 'super comfy'.

"Jungkook-ah loves baggy clothes. Didn't he wear the outfit the day before so it would smell like her?" Taehyung teased, nudging the bashful maknae.

Jungkook's cheeks turned positively pink as he rubbed the back of his neck. He didn't say anything, but you knew Taehyung was right.

Jungkook was such a cutie.

Namjoon directed the conversation to the songs, getting the members to discuss each song and what it means. Jimin went first since he had sung the intro solo (the first time for a vocalist to do so) which prompted a series of texts from Chubs who was gushing with pride.

You saw this as an opportunity to get back at her, 'I wonder who he wanted to touch and love him...'

You knew that Namjoon had written the song but he had to have chosen Jimin to sing it for more than just his voice. She sent back an emoji rolling its eyes. You wouldn't let her get off easily.

'What if none of this is a coincidence? What if you being my best friend and Jimin being Jungkook's is destiny?'

A second.

'You're being ridiculous.'

'The Busan boys and the British gals.'

'STOP IT!'

You giggled. 'WHY?! WHAT IF IT'S TRUE? WHAT IF THE SONG IS ABOUT YOU?'

A minute passed.

'If you were actually listening you would have heard Namjoon say he wrote the song months ago, dumbass.'

Ah, shit. You should have assumed he'd tell the audience that.

Your attention turned back to the show as they continued talking about the songs on the album. Yoongi happily explained the message behind the title song. Jin's cheeks dusted pink when he had to talk about the fifth track, Pied Piper, seemingly catching Jungkook's not so innocent smile.

"Uh..." the eldest glanced down at his cue cards then down the line towards the youngest members. "Jungkookie, why don't you tell us a little something about the track you've dubbed your favourite."

Jungkook's smile grew, "Of course, hyung! When you see the song credits, you'll see I'm credited with the chorus-" As he always was. "But the song is about ARMY and how we feel about them."

Hoseok perked up, "Kookie-ah, why don't you give them a sneak peek?"

He nodded.

"It’s bad so it’s better. You know on the inside. You can’t stop it now. So be honest with me~"

The other members whooped and clapped in the background while Jungkook threw a quick wink to the camera. You could feel a heat rising to your cheeks.

"Jungkook wrote the outro song, Euphoria. I believed he described it as 'inspired' by his noona."

Taehyung jumped in, retelling a short story on how he had found Jungkook slumped over his desk one morning having been up most of the night writing. The members 'aw'ed, Jimin reaching over to pinch the maknae's cheek.

"So what about her is inspiring?"

Jungkook knocked Jimin’s hand away and gave an awkward chuckle.

"Everything...?"

Heat filled your cheeks as you broke out into a smile. He was so sweet.

'What does he mean by everything? Has he seen you naked?!'

'NO!'

There was a clearing of a throat and the camera quickly zoomed out, allowing you to see Taehyung and Jimin collapse against each other in laughter, before focusing on a grimacing Yoongi.

"Let's move onto the games, shall we? Since ARMY loved it when we played Twister, Vlive had a bigger mat made for us to use. Try not to sit on Jin's head again Jungkook."

You saw Jungkook's lips move as he mumbled something. Sadly, you only heard muffled gibberish. But if the playful smack Jin gave him was anything to go by, you guessed it was inappropriate. When the mat was bought out you could practically see the competitive fire light up in his eyes. A very attractive look.

The seven of them played rock, paper, scissors to decide the order in which they took turns. Yoongi stepped up first, having been the first to win. Hoseok spun the needle and the rapper took his turn. Next was Namjoon followed by Jungkook, Jin, Hoseok, Taehyung and finally Jimin.

'I think Jimin is going to be the first out. He's tiny like you Chubs.'

She told you to 'fuck off' before defending her idol by saying how being small made him nimble. Though you both knew how clumsy he was.

'Namjoon has long legs but Jungkook has long arms and a willingness to crush people.'

In perfect timing, Jungkook 'accidentally' knocked into Taehyung, making him lose his balance, as he manoeuvred his leg across the mat.

'YOUR BOY IS CHEATING!'

'NO HE JUST HAD A CLUMSY MOMENT!'

'HE'S A CHEATER AND YOU KNOW IT!'

A similar debate was happening on the screen where Taehyung was pouting and shouting accusations. Taehyung was getting the filming staff involved, demanding a replay. But since it was a live show, that wasn't possible.

The incident was quickly dissolved by the staff allowing Taehyung back into the game and was allowed to flick Jungkook's forehead once the game was over. Jungkook pouted and you couldn't help want to cuddle him. He looked like such a baby.

You sighed. You missed him already...maybe you could FaceTime him tonight. No doubt that by the end of the vlive you would have plenty more questions needing answers.

Surprisingly your prediction about Jimin being out first came true. Unsurprisingly Jungkook won. You and Chubs bickered over the results while the members sulked back to their seats in the wake of Jungkook's victory dance. Your breath caught when Jungkook effortlessly went into the splits. Chubs sending you a message of:

'I bet you're gonna enjoy that flexibility ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)'

Oh god... don't think those thoughts! So impure!

'Get your virginal mind out of the gutter.'

'Get your mind in the gutter! Don't pretend you haven't been thirsting over him since you first saw him in the Dope MV!'

You flushed.

'I'm not pretending! And you can't talk! I know you we're drooling over the Jibooty while he played Twister!'

'You were drooling over the Jungbooty!'

'SO?!'

'JUNGKOOK IS OFFERING YOU THAT BOOTY ON A SILVER PLATTER!'

'STOP!'

'HAVE YOU SPANKED IT YET? IS IT AS FIRM AS IT LOOKS?!'

'STOP! THIRST OVER YOUR OWN BAE!!’

'IS.IT.FIRM?!?!?!?!'

You cursed Chubs as your hand started to tingle with the need to feel and find out.

'...I'll have to get back to you on that.'

Not even a second.

'YOU DON'T KNOW? HOW MANY TIMES HAS BE SMACKED YOUR BUTT YET YOU HAVEN'T HAD A GO AT HIS?! Y/N! THIS IS ABOUT EQUALITY! YOU GOTTA GET THAT BOOTY!'

Namjoon's voice turned your attention away from your bickering with Chubs, "Time for us to end the show! We hope you enjoy the album. Thank you for supporting us."

Ah! No! That wasn't very long at all! Time had passed too quickly.

They all stood up as one of their new tracks started to play. It was a snippet of the title song that was used for the teaser which was released a week prior. They all began doing their own little dance. Hoseok teasing a small section of the choreography earning a yell from Yoongi who shoved him in order to make him stop. Jungkook was sending hearts, both big and small. The vlive ended soon after.

Almost immediately you got a YouTube notification, the MV had been released. In a flash, you had loaded it up onto your laptop. Drawing your knees to your chest, you watched on eagerly. You had a hard time containing your squeals. Months. You had been waiting months to witness the fruits of Bangtan's efforts.

Your foot began to move to the beat of the music, lips splitting into a grin as Jungkook began to sing. You would always love how he sounded. Though your thoughts were interrupted when there was a close up of Jungkook winking.

That...fucker. That little fucker...

You were tickle him until he cried just for that rudeness alone. Putting thoughts of torture out of your mind, you focused on the music video. The beat was groovy; definitely a change of tune for Bangtan's sound. Yet as always there was still something uniquely 'Bangtan' about it. It amazed you that no matter what style they experimented with, they always made it their own.

The song came to an end, all seven of them striking their finishing pose with their backs to the camera. You immediately picked up your phone.

'Holy shit! All the unnecessary hip thrusts! I'm gonna sue the choreographer!'

'I'll back you the fuck up! I need Jimin in ripped jeans more often. Fuck.'

'DID YOU SEE HOW THE DENIM CLUNG TO THEIR THIGHS! I'M DYING!'

'Save your freaking out for the album stream!'

'AH SHIT! SPOTIFY. NOW.'

The desktop app was expecting you, the new album featured on the home page just waiting to be clicked on. You were tempted to go track 5, the one Jungkook seemed most excited about. But that wouldn't be fair to the other tracks... even if one of them was a collab with The CockSocks... Eehem...The CumSoakers- The ChainSmokers... yes, The ChainSmokers.

So you listened in order.

As to be expected, Chubs once again lost her shit at Jimin's vocals for the intro. Then came the song from the music video. You listened again, falling in love with it further. The next song you listened to with a grimace. Those two bastards didn't deserve to work with BTS. Thank god it was just the one track they had collaborated on. They hadn't even had an influence on the lyrics either. But it seemed like the kind on song that needed to grow on you... or it was your bias getting in the way. You'd have to give it another listen again some time. But for now, you must listen to the next track.

It appeared to be a vocal line song. You loved the fact it was about dimples, knowing that your own were showing. Hearing Jungkook's vocals during the bridge had you ascending to another plain of existence. Especially with how the the note he held wasn't faded. It left you with even higher expectations for the next track. Track number 5. You were almost nervous as the opening beat kicked in, but that soon disappeared as the first syllable was sung.

You didn't expect it to sound so funky yet seductive. And the sneak peak from before didn't do the opening verse justice. Jungkook's vocals with that beat made you think that he was referring to something... not so innocent. But you couldn't be sure yet...

Namjoon's voice began reciting lyrics that made you laugh. He was basically telling you off for not studying. Well, that was one way to use your celebrity influence.

Your eyes bulged when Jin and V came in. Chubs wouldn't know right off the bat but you were thrown into a coughing fit at the lyrics. 'You're not being punished. Come here, I'm your paradise'? This sounded too kinky to you. How did they get away with it? But there was something about the beat that made you want to move your hips.

'Not gonna lie... I would do the do to this song...'

Chubs reply was instant.

'Oh really? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)'

'If you understood the lyrics, you would too.'

Jungkook's lines in the chorus were accurate. He both saved and ruined you. He had wanted you to listen to this song, to hear those words and understand what he meant... that little shit!

Speak of the devil, your phone buzzed with a message from him. Two in fact. You opened it to find a screenshot of yours and Chubs' conversation followed by:

'Do the do ey? ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)'

You felt your stomach drop.

'Chubs is dead to me.'

'Don't say that Jagi~ Now I know how to set the mood.'

A high pitched screech left your lips before you could stop it. Sorry, Miri.

You left Jungkook hanging and skipped to Chubs' messages.

'YOU BITCH! YOU'RE DEAD TO ME!'

'HE TOLD YOU?! DAMMIT!'

'OF COURSE HE DID! HE SAID THAT HE'S GONNA PLAY IT TO SET THE MOOD!'

You were so caught up, you didn't notice the song beginning to come to a close.

'AHA! I SCORED YOU DICK! YOU SHOULD BE THANKING ME!'

'I WAS GONNA GET DICK ANYWAY! YOU SCORED ME COCKY DICK!'

The sound of Logan Paul's annoying voice had you frowning. What the fuck? You indulged in your confusion, ignoring a follow-up text from Jungkook to see what the track was. Oh, it was a Skit. That made sense. Luckily the asshole's voice was gone quickly being followed up by Namjoon's voice as he made a speech for Bangtan.

Your attention went back to your vibrating phone.

'Kitten~ are you mad? Did you like the song???'

'You and your chorus writing ways. The rapline were trying to convey a message of "We'll always be here so focus on the important things in life" and then there's you with your repressed sexual urges!'

He took a moment to respond.

'Song writing is how I express myself. You have your stories. I have my lyrics.'

Still... the sexual undertones weren't missed on you...

'I guess... why did you write lyrics like that?'

'They just came to me one day.'

The next song coming on distracted you. It felt like a matured version of Bangtan's original sound. You found yourself quickly picking up the lyrics, singing along to the prechorus and chorus. But you couldn't help questioning the grammar of the few English lyrics...

You would have to ask about that later. For now, Chubs was spamming you with messages alternating in apologies and degdegs.

'The damage is done... what do you think of Mic Drop?'

'I hope it has choreo cause I can imagine it goes HARD.'

'Hell yeah!'

The song was super catchy.

Obviously wondering why you weren't replying, Jungkook shot you another message.

'Noona~ what do you think of the album did I sing well??'

'Shh~ I'm listening to it now. I'll tell you when I'm finished.'

'Yes, Noona.'

Soon enough the next song came on. It was upbeat and gave you cheeky vibes. You found your body moving to the beat and sang along to the chorus as the words weren't too difficult to pick up as the chorus was predominantly in English. You felt yourself inwardly cringe every time the word 'Yolo' left your lips. But it was a fun song with a message of throwing away one's worries for a night. If it was one of the songs to have choreo, you could imagine it being a bright and vibrant stage. Some fun energy to contrast the deeper tones of the album.

Probably memey too.

But what came next was a rapline song that was more... mellow than you were used too. Off the bat, you assumed Yoongi had been the one to compose it if the piano intro was anything to go by. When you first heard it the hook, you thought they were saying 'I call you her, cause you're my dear, dear'. The whole song put a smile on your face. It was peaceful. The kind of song you'd put on while enjoying a lovely bubble bath or taking a nap.

So the EDM song that followed had you jumping in fright. You were all relaxed then suddenly Jimin comes in with 'DON'T LEAVE ME'. It almost felt like he came bursting through your front door. There was a sudden bark, frightening you further. But it was just Miri making sure you were fine having let out a small shocked scream.

Chubs had your phone buzzing with message after message: 'HeLP ME!', 'I'VE BEEN ATTACKED!', 'I'M SHOOKETH!'

Ah, seems like she was on the same track.

'...Don't Leave Me?' You asked, just to be sure.

'BITCH! THEY BETTER BE GLAD IM AT HOME LISTENING TO THIS OR THERE WOULD BE TROUBLE!'

You had your fun laughing at her until you heard Jungkook's adlib and once again ascended to heaven. Is this what an eargasm was? Because, fuck...

You now knew how Chubs had felt moments ago. If you knew where Bangtan were right then, you would be attacking Jungkook. You enjoyed the rest of the song, a mix of emotions bubbling up inside of you that you'd been feeling a lot more often recently. It was like you didn't quite know whether you wanted to kick Jungkook's ass or offer to suck his dick as a thank you for the heavenly vocals.

Jungkook must have gotten bored of waiting.

'Have you reached the end yet?'

'No. Crystal Snow has just begun.’

Not even a split second later.

'I think you'll like that one.'

Truth be told, it sounded like it could be an anime opening. Which wasn't a bad thing since you fucking love anime. And the lyrics....the lyrics... no wonder he thought you would like it; they were bringing tears to your eyes. It was so full of emotion. But you made it through, even if your sleeves were wet with tears. You were glad you weren't wearing make-up otherwise it would be all smudged.

The album went on. There were so many tracks. Bangtan had really out done themselves. Only 2 tracks left. Let Go was just as emotional as Crystal Snow, you wondered what the choreo would be like.

Checking the track list, you were both relieved and disappointed that there was only the outro left. They tended to be shorter than the average song so you sat back, ready for this journey to be over. Due to the comeback show, you weren't surprised to hear Jungkook's voice. But you were surprised by how upbeat the song was. Normally outros were mellow.

It felt very...optimistic. Especially compared to the lyrics of the last few songs. It counterbalanced them. Serendipity and Euphoria. The bookends to the album.

"You are the cause of my euphoria."

You broke out into a smile because this was the song Jungkook had written. This was the song dedicated to you.

“I hear the ocean from far away. I walk across the dream, over the forest, and go towards there as it gets clearer.”

Was he...was he singing about the distance that had once been between you?

You wanted to hug him. You're sweet Kookie just keeps getting sweeter and sweeter.

Picking up your abandoned phone, you sent him a text.

'Okay, I'm finally done.'

A second later there was a knock at your door, making you jump up in surprise. There was another knock. Who ever was knocking was impatient.

"I'm coming!"

You sniffed as you pulled open the door, a small gasp leaving your lips as a body suddenly crashed into yours.

Jungkook.

"Fucking finally. I've been waiting out here for ages."

You chuckled, still in shock.

"You were out there all that time?"

"Doesn't matter." He pulled back but kept his arms around your waist. "So...what did you think?"

"Come inside properly and I'll tell you."

He smirked, "I'll play Pied Piper to set the mood."

"No!"

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The Sky In My Heart Clears - A YoshiMaru Fanfic

Read on Ao3: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Decision-making is not my forte

Chapter Summary: In which Yoshiko makes a decision and panics over it.

Shinyyy sent a message to GK (Gay Kids) group chat

Shinyyy : YOSHIKO-CHAN~

Shinyyy changed your nickname to Yazawa Nico Project

You changed your nickname to Anti-Shinyyy Club President

Gayest of them all: Will you two stop changing the nicknames.

Gayest of them all: Also, who gave me this nickname?!

Gayest of them all changed her nickname to Riko

Anti-Shinyyy Club President: But Riri! It was Mari! She started it!

Riko changed your nickname to Yoshiko

Yoshiko: It’s Yohane!

Riko changed Shinyyy ’s nickname to Mari

Mari: ANYWAY YOSHIKO-CHAN! I HEARD ABOUT THE BIG NEWS !

Mari: Sooo! Are you really going to work with Yazawa Nico?

Riko: I did hear about that too. How is that going so far, Yocchan? Have you decided to accept it yet?

Yoshiko sighs. She remembers telling that news specifically to only two people so far. Ruby and Hanamaru. Three, with Dia by extension, since Dia was there when the three of them were video calling the other night.

Yoshiko: Who’d you hear that from? Also, I’m not even sure if I’ll take it.

Mari: Dia

Riko: Dia

Yoshiko: Of course.

She pauses. Didn’t Dia say that she was not going to use her phone for a while because it distracts her from studying since she’s got an upcoming test? Yoshiko is pretty sure that Dia mentioned that when she joined their video chat for a while.

Yoshiko: Though, I’d understand Mari hearing it from Dia since I’m sure Mari finds a way to talk to break through Dia ‘unplugging from social media’ for studying

Yoshiko: But how’d you hear from Dia, Riri?

Riko: We talk! What, I can’t talk with Dia, Yocchan?

Riko’s on the defensive, huh? Interesting. Before Yoshiko can even type a reply, Mari sends in hers.

Mari: I heard the two of them met for a cup of coffee the other day. Lovely ~! Dia said it was nice to hang out with Riko-chan and she feels refreshed after that.

Riko: Why do I feel like you’re making a big deal out of this?

Mari: Oh, Riko-chan! Nothing to be embarrassed about! Going out on dates is fine!

Riko: IT WASN’T A DATE! WE WERE JUST UNWINDING!

What an odd pair, Yoshiko thinks. They’re both such level headed individuals so she wonders how that will go. Or maybe Mari really is just teasing. After all, dragging Dia away from her studies is like trying to pull a concrete post from the ground so, Dia meeting up with Riko is definitely intriguing. Still, Yoshiko decides to tease a bit.

Yoshiko: Is that what they call it these days?

Riko: How’d this turn into talking about me? Yocchan, did you accept it yet?

Yoshiko chuckles because Riko’s obviously turning to her for help. Oh well, she needs their insights anyway.

Yoshiko: I’m not sure what to do, to be honest. I feel like I’m not ready to step in a studio or a stage without you all.

Mari: Yoshiko-chan is so honest! How adorable!

Yoshiko: Remind me why I even bother to talk to you.

Mari: Adorable!

Yoshiko: Leave me alone Mari!

Mari: I wanna fly over there to give you a hug!!

Yoshiko: Ew. You’re hanging around Kanan too much. She’s rubbing off her hugging tendencies on you

Mari: That’s not the only thing she’s rubbing on me ;D

Yoshiko: Again, ew.

Yoshiko: You’re disgusting.

Riko: I’m going to ignore that, Mari-chan but, Yocchan, I think you should go for it.

Riko: I mean, opportunity is opportunity.

Riko: It wouldn’t hurt to try. I’m sure a part of you wishes performing and doing lives.

Yoshiko leans back her chair and looks at the time. It’s 12:47 AM. Why the other two Guilty Kiss members are awake, Yoshiko’s not sure. She’s supposed to be studying for a quiz. Mari, well, Mari’s abroad somewhere so her time’s different. Who knows where she is right now. Riko, on the other hand, is probably preoccupied with a new song or something. They’re all busy but, she sure is glad she has company at a time like this. She knows Hanamaru has an exam tomorrow morning so she didn’t ask her to stay up late with her.

Yoshiko: Do you miss it? I mean, I’m not really sure where this will lead me but,

Yoshiko: I don’t know, I’m just lost.

Riko: Whenever someone mentions a new school idol group or I watch performances, I can’t help but think of us nine, singing and dancing, performing our hearts out. I’d be lying if I say that I don’t miss it.

Riko: Whenever someone brings up Love Live, I immediately think about us, on stage, performing for fans.

Mari: It’s the same for me, Yoshiko-chan. Every once in a while I’d listen to our songs and reminisce. Sometimes, I’d even dance to it.

Mari: The point is, because of the paths that we’ve taken, not all of us have the opportunity to go back and perform.

Mari: You have the chance though. Do you want to?

Yoshiko stares at Mari’s question on her phone screen. Ever since she was a kid, Yoshiko did love to perform. Whether it be her crazy antics as Yohane, or making videos for her YouTube channel, or dancing on stage as a member of Aqours - Yoshiko admits that she does enjoy the attention.

Yoshiko: I want to try at least.

Riko: Then, there’s your answer, Yocchan.

Mari: Go for it!

Yoshiko: Thanks guys. You really helped me out a lot.

Mari: Ahh, adolescence. I swear if it was Yoshiko-chan back when she’s a first year in Uranohoshi, she’d be a horrible blushing mess right now while acting all tsundere

Mari: You have grown, my young padawan.

Yoshiko: Is that a Star Wars reference? Since when did you start making Star Wars reference?

Mari: Kanan insisted we watch it last night.

Riko: Wait, where exactly are you?

Mari sent a photo.

Yoshiko waits for it to load. After a couple of seconds, a picture of Mari and Kanan appeared. Specifically, Kanan sleeping next to a Mari who is sitting up the bed, doing their Guilty Kiss pose while smiling at the camera. Yoshiko smiles as well, seeing how Kanan is snuggled against Mari. They really look happy.

But then wouldn’t that mean-

Yoshiko: You’re in Uchiura?

Riko: You’re in Japan?!

Mari: No! No! Silly! We’re not in Japan! Kanan left for Hawaii last week and I had days off from uni so I went here!

Mari: I wasn’t lying about the rubbing.

Riko: We get it! Geez…

Yoshiko yawns, realizing she’s consumed most of her time talking to Mari and Riko when she should be studying.

Yoshiko: Anyway, before Mari gets into too much details of her and Kanan’s rubbing,

Yoshiko: thanks again you two. I think I’ll continue studying for now.

Yoshiko: Exam tomorrow.

Yoshiko: Good night, little demons!

Riko: Okay Yocchan. Good night!

Mari: Good night!!

Yoshiko logged off.

Mari: So…

Mari: How did that date with Dia-chan go, Riko-chan?

Riko has left the group.

Mari changed your nickname to Yo~Honey!

Mari changed her nickname to Shinyyy!!

Mari added Sakurauchi Riko to the group

Mari set Sakurauchi Riko ’s nickname to Gay for Dia

Gay for Dia: :/

Shinyyy!!: ;D

Yoshiko stands outside Keiko’s office. She straightens her clothes and has no idea what she should do. Should she knock? What if she messes up?

Why is this even so nervewr-

“Yoshiko-chan,” someone calls her from behind.

She turns around. “It’s Yohane!” Ah, because she’s too preoccupied, it slipped out of her on reflex. Yoshiko is sure that her face paled when she saw who it is.

Nico stands there, looking a bit stunned. But then, she bursts out laughing. “I thought that was a skit you did but I didn’t know you really do that!”

The younger girl blushes. “Y-You j-just surprised me, t-that’s all, N-Nico-senpai!” She insists though, with how many times she stammered, Nico is obviously unconvinced as the idol just continued to smirk at her.

“Well, if you’re done blocking the door, maybe we can now proceed inside, right Yo-ha-ne-chan?” She steps aside and allows Nico to walk towards the door. “Honestly though, Nico thinks Yohane-chan is too stiff again.” The older girl says, looking at Yoshiko over her shoulders. “Loosen up, it will be fine.”

Somehow, Nico manages to calm her with that. Reassurance from the No. 1 idol in the universe does that, Yoshiko jokes to herself, knowing what Nico might say if she voices out her thoughts.

Like last time, the idol knocks a couple of times before opening the door. “Super idol Yazawa Nico has arrived!” She announces, making Yoshiko grimace. Nico really is something.

“Excuse me for the intrusion,” Yoshiko mumbles, peeking inside to see Keiko frowning as Nico goes to the other side of the room they’re at right now. Upon hearing her though, Keiko sits up and smiles at her. “Good afternoon, Tanaka-san,”

“Good afternoon Tsushima-san. Please, have a seat.” The manager says, gesturing for her to sit down on the chair in front of her desk again. Yoshiko does as she is told. She clasps her hands together tightly, suddenly feeling nervous again. “How have you been the past few days, Tsushima-san?” Keiko smiles.

Yoshiko knows for a fact that Keiko is just doing the usual ‘small talks’ and all but, shouldn’t this be a lot more calming?!

“I-I’ve been well, thank you.” She musters a reply.

“And I assume you’ve thought about our proposal?”

Yikes. That must have been the smallest small talk ever, Yoshiko thinks. She nods in reply. “Actually, I have a question first. I just want to hear from you what I’ll be doing. Grand Sky’s has a lot of talents in a lot of fields. I-I just want to know what I’ll be doing exactly.”

Keiko smiles at her, a intrigued look in her eyes. Yoshiko can’t help but gulp. “Well Tsushima-san, Grand Sky has always been open to hear out which path our talents take. Initially, you will be going through voice acting workshops but, it all starts from there. Whether it be pursuing an idol career or, continuing with voice acting. We can also develop your hosting skills.” The manager says. “We want to help you discover which field you’d like take and allow you to flourish from there.”

Yoshiko nods. “I see.” So, voice acting for now. Yoshiko thinks it wouldn’t be so bad. She did enjoy playing characters, she thinks to herself.

“Like Nico said before we parted last time, there’s no pressure Yohane-chan,” Nico sits down the couch, looking at them with a cup of hot beverage in her hands. “We want you to decide on which offer you’d take. You have two options - both of the options Nico and Kei-chan is sure that you can do well. You can take that assistant position or, you can accept our offer.”

Yoshiko nods at Nico then turns to Keiko, who again, gives her a warm smile. “So, Tsushima-san… which will it be?”

She’s thought about this for many days now. Yoshiko steels herself and looks at Keiko. “I-I…”

“...accepted it.”

Ruby and Leah looks at her, amused.

Yoshiko learned that Ruby and Leah are just a couple of minutes away from Grand Sky’s building. Ruby suggested they meet up which is why she is currently with them in a nearby café.

“Yoshiko-chan, are you alright though?” Ruby tilts her head, trying to look at Yoshiko’s face. She did not even realize but apparently, she’s been looking down at her cake for a while now.

Leah harrumps. “You look so spooked about everything right now and you’re paler than usual.” She continues sipping the straw of her strawberry milkshake. “Don’t pass out on us.”

She thinks that she will probably never fully understand how Ruby, sweet and gentle Kurosawa Ruby, ended up being close friends with this younger Kazuno. Sarah is kind and warm while Leah is… cold. But, it works, she thinks. She kind of get that the other girl is just really awkward - after all, she’s just like that too before she met her friends. Ruby did explain once that Leah, as cold as she may seem, is quite fond of her and Hanamaru because Leah would ask about them once in a while. She’d like to think that Leah’s just not sure how to show her concern towards someone that is not her older sister or Ruby so her words usually just comes out as cold.

Yoshiko groans after a couple of seconds of wondering. “It’s just nerves. I don’t r-really know if it’s the right decision. I mean, sure they gave me a time to actually see my skills in an actual workshop and see where we’ll go from there. Not that I’m worried. T-This is Yohane you’re talking to!" She stands up, and on reflex, does her usual Yohane pose. "Fallen Angel Yohane who will make sure that I do my best to gather more little demons! The fallen angel will never bow down to mere humans and allow them to see me fail. I’ll-”

“She has lost it, zura.”

“Eh?!”

She doesn’t even realize that she’s out of breath until she heard a certain friend of theirs in Numazu. She looks at Ruby and Leah only to see that they had dialled Hanamaru’s number and the girl actually picked up. “Z-Zuramaru!”

Ruby chuckles. “I told you she’ll stop once she hears Hanamaru-chan,” the redhead mumbles to Leah.

“Yoshiko-chan?” Hanamaru sounds worried. That’s the last thing Yoshiko wants her friend to do.

“Ruby! Leah!” She groans again, rubbing a hand on her face in frustration. “Zuramaru, I’m alright!” She smiles, but then realizes she's still posing and she definitely looks ridiculous. “Yohane has great news, actually! I accepted the job!”

On the other line, the temple girl lets out a long humming sound. “Why do I not believe that Yoshiko-chan is alright, zura?”

“She looks ridiculous.” Leah sips at her milkshake, as if she didn’t say anything.

Ruby chuckles. “Sorry to bother you Hanamaru-chan. We just thought you’d know how to calm Yoshiko-chan down best.”

“It’s okay, Ruby-chan, Leah-chan! I’m actually thankful that you called me, zura,” Hanamaru says. “Yoshiko-chan, you know you can talk to me about this, right?”

She nods, as if Hanamaru can see her. “I know… I just didn’t want to worry you. More than you already are. And I was going to tell you later.”

“Once your calm?”

Yoshiko pouts. “I-I am c-calm!”

“You’re not.”

“You are not, zura.”

Yoshiko raises her head to look at Ruby and Leah. Ruby a concerned look on her face while Leah is just smirking at her. Somehow she feels like she can see the frown that Hanamaru has on right now.

It’s hard to be put on the spot like this, she thinks. “Look, I-I’m just worried about messing things up.” Yoshiko sighs in defeat. “I mean, I’d really like to see how this will work and honestly, somehow, I want it to work. I just don’t want to disappoint anyone. Nico-senpai sounds like she has a lot of faith in me and so does Tanaka-san.”

“Yoshiko-chan, I think you’re much reliable than you think,” Hanamaru says. “You always do your best at everything you do, I don’t think that will ever disappoint anyone.”

Ruby nods at their friend’s words. “Hanamaru-chan is right. When you put your mind to it, you always deliver with great results, Yoshiko-chan.” The redhead smiles at her.

“Well, you heard them. If you’re doubting yourself right now, you might as well trust your friends when they say that you'll be alright,” Leah adds as an afterthought.

True, Yoshiko agrees with Leah.

“Thanks,” she smiles, happy and relieved that she has her friends with her. Ruby smiles and Leah nods. Yoshiko thinks it’s adorable how Leah's acting all tough and uncaring but, she’s actually just awkward. Yoshiko would know, of course.

“Yoshiko-chan should go home,” Ruby says out of the blue which puzzles her because is Ruby kicking her out?

She rubs the back of her neck. “I-I mean, yeah, it is getting late,” she mutters awkwardly, collecting her things then standing up.

At the realization that she must have sounded like she’s shooing Yoshiko away, Ruby immediately shakes her head. “Pigyah! N-No, no! Yoshiko-chan, that’s not what I meant!” She grabs Yoshiko’s sleeve. “I meant that you might want a breather so maybe you should spend the weekend at Numazu,” A tiny gasp is heard from the phone. “with Hanamaru-chan!”

“Ruby-chan!�� Hanamaru reacts.

“I’d love to accompany you but Leah-chan and I have a group project to do this weekend though.” She looks at Leah and smiles.

Leah tilts her head and blinks. After a couple of seconds, she nods. “Yeah... a group project... this weekend,” she drawls.

Yoshiko looks at them suspiciously because Leah doesn’t really sound convincing also, for all the years that Yoshiko has known Ruby, despite the innocent looks, she’s a terrifying mastermind who plots a lot of schemes. Ruby is currently smiling at her and looking all nice and innocent but she wonders what actually is going on inside that head of hers.

Then again, maybe she’s just being rude and Ruby actually just wants her to relax. A weekend at Numazu does sound tempting. She and Hanamaru would hang out and-

“A-Ah, well that does sounds good but, I don’t want to impose on Zuramaru.”

“You won’t, zura!” Her friend shouts from the phone. “It’s fine, Yoshiko-chan! I-I can accompany you,” she pauses. “If you’d like, that is.”

Why does it feel embarrassing all of a sudden? Yoshiko figures it’s because she’s usually a lot more honest around Hanamaru than with the others the past few months so talking to her like how she does recently in public, with Ruby and Leah watching them, is making her shy. She turns around, taking Ruby’s phone on the table. She taps the button on the screen so she’s the only one who’ll hear her. “O-Of course I’d like that, Zuramaru.”

“U-Uhm, why’re you whispering, zura?” Hanamaru whispers as well.

“Because Ruby and Leah are weird,” she says, not really answering the question itself but she figures Hanamaru gets it, she looks back at the two and Ruby still has that mischievous smile on her face while Leah’s just bored by now and is nibbling on the straw of her drink.

“So, uhm, my classes tomorrow end at 12:00 noon so, I’ll just go home to grab my stuff and then travel back there.”

“My classes end by 2:00 PM so I’ll probably be able to meet you at the station, zura.”

Yoshiko can already imagine Hanamaru smiling at her once they see each other. Somehow, she feels warm inside. “Okay,” is all she can say because she’d actually like that.

“Okay,” Hanamaru says, her tone happy and excited. It’s contagious, the fallen angel thinks. “Well, you should pack your things for the weekend then Yoshiko-chan.”

“I-I will. I’ll head back to the apartment to do just that. Uhm, want me to call you later?”

A giggle. “You know you don’t have to ask permission to do that, right?”

“Yeah,” Yoshiko chuckles sheepishly.

Someone obviously fakes a cough from the back and Yoshiko glares at Leah. “I mean, that’s cute and all but I bet we all got places to be and you’re hostaging Ruby’s phone.”

Yoshiko looks at the device in her hand. Oh, right. Yoshiko puts her on loudspeaker again. “Well, that’s planned then,” she says, her volume back to usual. “Thanks Zuramaru.”

Perhaps noticing that Yoshiko’s no longer talking to her quietly, Hanamaru does the same and talks in her usual happy tone. “You’re welcome. It’s too bad that I won’t be able to see you, Ruby-chan, Leah-chan.”

“Next time, Hanamaru-chan.” Ruby giggles and Leah just lets out a hum.

Once they all bid their farewells, Ruby and Leah walks back to the direction of Ruby and Dia’s apartment. Leah mentioned that she’d like to walk her home. Smooth kid, Yoshiko thinks.

And as for Yoshiko, she feels a lot better now. Of course, there’s still dread about what she’ll be facing after this week but nevermind that for now. By tomorrow, she’ll be travelling back to Numazu and will spend her weekend with Hanamaru.

That’s one thing to look forward to.

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