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vegetalass · 4 years

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hcs of the gang being quarantined in one big house together maybe?? 🥺 lub ur writing

i lub u, anon!!🥺 sorry this took forever!

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Oh my godddddddddd

They had to stop doing movie nights because there was too much fighting

They tried to set it up such that everyone got a turn to pick a movie but there were still complaints

Now, movies are viewed at random and the policy is that

1. The TV is first come first serve

2. You have to announce when you’re using it

3. Anyone is allowed to join you

This has stemmed into multiple people shouting “IM WATCHING _____” at random times

And yes, people will try to hide the remote (mostly Sean)

If they can find it, that is

The lines between public and private property have been blurred. Everything must be labeled or there is a chance someone will take it

You can risk it, but it’s not recommended since they’re all dudes and will most likely eat anything

And even with your name on a box of graham crackers, there’s still a chance someone will stick their hand it in and steal a few

All the dudes walk around in their Long Johns like it’s not awkward

They have to do their own laundry so everyone is missing socks

Or they have extras

And wet laundry is constantly being left on the ground if it’s unattended and someone needs the washer

Arthur

This dude double dips

He licks the spoon and puts it back in, too

Gets yelled at a lot for this, but never remembers to stop

Everybody is afraid to touch all of the dips now because of this

And Hosea has to start buying separate ones just for Arthur

He’s the one who takes 3 hour baths

I imagine that there’s multiple bathrooms in the house but not enough for everyone so there are definitely times when people are like “WTF, Arthur you’re still in there?” or “Where’s Arthur?”

Usually it’s Charles or John because they don’t mind sharing a bathroom with each other

Cue Arthur having accidentally fallen asleep in the tub

But yea he’s just chilling in there, otherwise

Started the quarantine off by trying to fix up the house… But immediately got lazy

There’s probably a number of things he keeps saying that he’ll “get to, eventually”

The only reason Dutch hasn’t called someone is because it’s a PANDEMIC

Technologically challenged

Barely knows how to turn on the TV and still uses an iPhone 5 that has pretty much stopped working

John has given up trying to explain how to make things fullscreen on YouTube

Because of this, probably spends most of his time wandering around the yard and reading or journaling

Tilly even bought him some scrapbooking supplies, which he’s been trying to use

Little washi tapes and highlighters because she knows it can’t get too complicated too fast

She also makes him an Instagram account so he can take photos or post art

But figuring out how it works is a losing battle, and he never remembers to use it, anyway

“I think we should get a pet”

Everyone: “Arthur... Do we look like we take care of ourselves?

If anyone tries to talk about how annoying the quarantine is, starts ranting about people who refuse to take it seriously

And the conversation ends up spiraling into him blaming capitalism for everything

John

Every other meal he eats is a peanut butter and jelly sandwich or Doritos

He does that thing where he wraps a bowl or plate in plastic wrap so he doesn’t have to wash it

Doesn’t clean up after himself

Leaves used tissues, slimy butter knives with PB on them, and crusty socks laying around

Unluckiest of them all

His snacks get taken the most, the bathroom is always occupied when he needs it, never gets to use the TV, his laundry is always moved, etc.

Always ends up using the bathroom when there’s no toilet paper

Texts Arthur for help and then makes an announcement in the group chat about “common courtesy”

Nobody replies

His texts are full of messages to Abigail that all say the same thing

“Help.” + “Please come get me” + “I hate it here”

They’re all left on read except for the occasional response asking if he needs anything from Target

The list he sends back is like four paragraphs long and it’s all dumb stuff

He’s like “FaceTime me when you get there, I wanna go shopping too”

Doesn’t even really want to leave the house for necessities, so he has to do stuff like water down his soaps or steal other people’s toiletries just to prolong how often he needs to go shopping for himself

He’s the one using Irish Spring from the dollar store mixed with water or a block of orange Dial soap that hasn’t been touched in five years

Charles tries to throw away an empty hand soap and John is like “THERE’S STILL SOAP IN THERE LOOK” *mixes water with it*

Steals razors and Shampoo

Thinks conditioner is “unnecessary” and “doesn’t do anything”

Complains about being bored but doesn’t bother to do the things people that people offer

Charles

Voluntarily becomes a recluse

Not because he wants to but because everyone else is too annoying to deal with

He’s forced to start using the internet and when he’s not on the computer he’s trying to block out the noise of the 8 other men he lives with just living

Going on walks is his other hobby

Also probably buys one of those adult coloring books to color

Like Athur, Charles hogs the bathroom

It’s not as bad as Arthur since he’s not in the tub for the whole time but he really will spend an hour getting ready in the morning for absolutely no reason

If anyone asks about it he just tells them that since they’re in quarantine there’s no reason to rush

But he does get yelled at if there’s no other bathrooms available

Becomes a self-care connoisseur

Walks around in a bathrobe and face mask just to try and achieve some sort of zen

Literally the only one who doesn’t walk around half naked

Besides Hosea, the one of the only guys who tries to wake up on time and eat three healthy meals a day

The house is entirely dark and he’s eating toast while Hosea makes coffee

It’s awkward, not because they’re weird about each other but because no one else is awake and it’s quiet for once

Dutch is the third person up and Charles leaves the kitchen by the time he’s around

Gave up trying to do the dishes and only cleans what he uses

Sometimes if he feels like being nice he’ll do Arthur’s dishes, too

But only if he gets something back in return, like Arthur doing his laundry or something

The only one who changes his bedsheets on the regular

Him and Kieran are the only ones trusted by Hosea to leave the house safely

Micah

Everyone is surprised Micah isn’t dead yet

Everyone is constantly fed up with him for something or for just being irritating

And try to ignore him for the most part, which is hard

Tries to defends himself with “Well, you don’t have to bother me if you don’t want to”

Doesn’t clean up after himself, either

John leaves more mess, but Micah does worse stuff

While John just leaves his dirty peanut butter knives around, Micah does stuff like forget to put the mayo back in the fridge, leave the bread bag out and open, forgets to bring his used dishes to the dishwasher, throws his trash in other people’s trash cans, leaves his wet laundry in the dryer, etc.

If it’s annoying and gross, he does it

And tries to eat food that other people have made for themselves or don’t want to share with him

Dutch is the only one who shares with him willingly

Does not pick up his hair from the bottom of the shower

And doesn’t clean the sink after he shaves

Honestly, I doubt any of the drains in the house work properly because so much shaving goes on

It’s honestly surprising to everyone that he takes the quarantine seriously

Accuses people of being sick even though all of them have barely left the house…

Wears a mask inside when he’s feeling salty

He doesn’t even care about the mask, it’s just to make people feel gross and bad about themselves

Besides Sean, he’s always trying to hog the TV

And everything he watches is annoying, pretentious, or both

Complains about there being “nothing to watch” despite always having something on and refusing to stop

Tries to smoke inside and literally always get busted for it

Even if other people are doing it too, he’s the one who doesn’t even bother to be by a window when he does it

His room is always off limits

If you need something from him you need to knock and wait in the doorway

Also does the “You’re too close… Step back, please” thing

And if anyone gets mad, says it’s a pandemic and he’s just trying to be SAFE

Mostly does this to feel powerful

Turns in to Uncle Jr. with all the complaining and berating he does

Uncle is honestly offended

Hosea

The only person allowed to do the shopping

He gave up trying to give people lists because the groceries they came back with were never right

Either too few, too many, not the right stuff... You name it

See here for more

That’s why, despite being the oldest, he’s the one who goes grocery shopping for meals twice a week

Refuses to buy alcohol because of incidents that they’ve had

Can’t stop people from sneaking it, though

Similar to Dutch in that he gets annoyed when people oversleep, but because its quarantine, he tries to not mention it, and at the worst, gets passive aggressive

Tries to make a chore chart for people to follow but it gets ignored

He ends up having to force people to do things by reminding them constantly

He’s the one who starts opening people’s doors in the morning and turning on the lights

Makes everybody start eating on paper plates with plastic silverware because he’s tired of trying to make people use the dishwasher

Arthur doesn’t know how, John doesn’t put his plates in the right place, Charles refuses to since no one else contributes to keeping it neat, Micah doesn’t even know they have one, Kieran also can’t fill it correctly...

Basically, it’s too much for Hosea to handle

His dinners are all Costco pre-made meals that can be made quickly

Frozen lasagna and prepackaged salad type stuff

He’s the guy who falls asleep on the couch sitting up while watching TV and if you try to talk to him he says “I’m awake” without opening his eyes

And if he’s using it, don’t even think about suggesting to change the channel

The answer is and always will be no

Even when he’s not really paying attention

And it’s either on the History Channel or Discovery Channel

Always complaining about how cold his feet are

Doesn’t let anyone touch the thermostat

He’s an in real life Elf on the Shelf

Dutch

If anyone, and I mean anyone starts sleeping in, he gets in a really pissy mood

“While I’m up, doing work for you, you’re sitting in bed being lazy!!!” and “What do you mean you don’t understand why! Why should I have to tell you why wasting the day is annoying to all those who are working!”

Even despite this, he can’t actually change the fact that no one wakes up on time

And it’s not like the work he’s doing for them is very important

He’s the one who thinks that a pandemic is the perfect time to be or do something useful

Eat healthy, write a book, pump iron… Anything

And when people complain about being useless he’s like “You have all this free time!!!1! Stop complaining!!! You can do anything!!!”

And if he’s doing something he considers useful, yells at people who try to bother him

Arthur: “Hosea wanted to know-”

Dutch: *doing sit ups* “CAN’T YOU SEE I’M BUSY?”

When it’s his turn to cook dinner, he’s making 8 boxes of Trader Joe’s mac and cheese in a huge pot and calling a meal

Literally the only meal no one complains about

He won’t clean the pot when it’s finished, though

Literally just cooks and leaves it out for someone else to deal with

Another self-care aficionado

Also walks around in a bathrobe and face mask

He’s worse than Charles though, because while Charles wears pants... Dutch will be booty ass naked under his

Also keeps trying to make homemade masks and scrubs and walks around in those, too

He’s like “This is a good one, I can tell already”

Everyone: “Dutch... is that... mayo... in your hair?”

Annoyingly good at monopoly

Does not invite Molly over and gets yelled at over FaceTime

Cue everyone eavesdropping on their arguments

Goes on power walks

Yells at people when they listen to loud music with swear words

Honestly, always yelling at people

“Can somebody get me my slippers? Arthur? John? Hosea? AnYoNe!!!”

Kieran

Spends the least time in the bathroom because he’s afraid of getting yelled at

Does everything in five minute increments

Except for showers, when he allows himself ten minutes

Barely

Most of what he eats is just microwave popcorn and shredded cheese

He’s the one asking people if they want to go on “family walks” with him

Literally no one joins him

Also tries to play board games with everyone

This goes a little better at least because Hosea will sometimes play and if he’s there, a few people will definitely join

Very bad at monopoly

The most conscious about wearing a mask

The others wear them but Kieran is the one who wears double masks, gloves, and carries around Febreeze

Also will get mad if anyone forgets their “safety equipment”

Or if they’re within six feet of him in public

Props to him though for staying healthy

I’ve mentioned this before, but... Spends most of his time playing games on a big tablet wearing headphones

Candy Crush and FarmVille and Words with Friends and stuff like that

Though all of his internet friends are weird old ladies he doesn’t know

Everyone is mad at him for sending non-stop game notifications, too

Hosea is the only one who responds to any of them

He’ll never admit this, though

Also tries to start doing arts and crafts

Mary-Beth started telling him about the various crafts she’s been doing, so he’s started trying to follow along, too

Things like crocheting or popsicle stick art

His stuff all looks bad, but he’s just happy to be doing it

And to be FaceTiming Mary-Beth

When he gets to choose a movie, he’s picking a “family-friendly” movie like Inside Out or Lilo and Stitch

Everyone starts out being mad but they all end up watching the whole thing without complaining

Heated debates ensue, too

For example, like about whether Flynn should’ve cut Repunzel’s hair in Tangled

“YOU’RE GONNA LOOK AT ME AND TELL ME THAT I’M WRONG?”

Charles + Arthur vs. Dutch + Bill

Makes meatloaf or Hamburger Helper like once a week

They’re basically the only thing he knows how to make

Sides with Arthur when he suggests getting a pet

Wears a Snuggie

Doesn’t change his socks

Javier

Plays his own music very loudly and won’t turn it off or down if you ask

Either that or he’s practicing guitar

It’s not really that bad but when you can’t escape it.... People get mad

The only saving grace is that the singing is usually in Spanish so it’s not as bothersome

The door to his room is always closed

Refuses to open it

To talk to him, you have to knock and then he’ll exit

Dutch is the only one allowed in and he thinks Javier’s rules about entering are creepy so never does it

Javier cooks his own food and won’t share

Only makes enough for exactly one person so even if he wanted to, there’s not enough

Eats dinner in his room to prevent people from bothering him or asking for some

However, he has the biggest stash of quarantine snacks…

No one knows where he gets them

And getting him to share is like trying to do a drug deal, but he’s not against it as long as he gets something in return

He didn’t personally cook all these snacks so the rules are different

His room is full of scented candles to make it smell better since the whole house kinda smells like Boy

Buys a gamer chair at the start of quarantine

Claims it’s more comfortable than the office chair that Dutch and Hosea chose for everyone

Everyone is jealous

Wears fuzzy pajama pants only

Sean

Sean is the one sleeping in

Never sleeps in his bed and just falls asleep wherever, basically

Usually the couch

Because he’s always snoozing, he’s the one who watches the most TV

Micah claims this isn’t “fair,” despite doing the same thing

And even if he’s not watching TV, he’s just using the couch to watch Tik Toks full volume

Tries to make his own Tik Toks, but they either stink or no one wants to participate

Constantly having people get mad at him for recording them

Stopped wearing clothes the moment quarantine started

Always in a tank top and his underpants

It’s kinda weird

People cared at first but by now they can’t be bothered to complain since they’re

1. Used to it

2. Probably start doing the same thing

Leaves his laundry laying around

Also won’t share anything he’s eating

Gets mad when people steal food

Doesn’t address anyone in particular though, just walks around yelling about how “nobody has the common decency not to steal”

Has food delivered almost every other day

No one knows where he’s getting the money from, either

Everyone think it’s a waste

Mostly because he doesn’t share, but also because all hell broke loose when Hosea found out about an expense called “delivery fees”

Also has a stick up his ass about wasting food

Started yelling about this randomly, too

If he can’t force someone else to finish leftovers, he forces himself to finish them

Probably gets caught watching a certain type of nasty video a lot

Lowkey it probably happens to everybody at least once

Yells at anti-maskers

Tries to wrestle the other boys and gets his ass handed to him

Bill

Possessive of everything

Usually he’s not this bad but being cooped up with a bunch of thieves and liars doesn’t make him confident that his Circus Animal cookies will last very long

Doesn’t share anything and very adamant about making sure there’s labels on things so nothing gets mixed up

Also makes his own space in the fridge with tape

BILL’S SPACE DO NOT TOUCH

And will start yelling in anything is moved

Not as bad as Sean though because he only cares about his own stuff

The whole thing is super hypocritical though, because he definitely steals other people’s stuff

If he gets caught, claims “it’s only fair”

Hosea has to buy him soap because he won’t buy it himself

Definitely the one who learns how to make prison hooch with cranberry juice and yeast

And the one who eats all of the ice cream

Even the nasty flavors

Wears the same clothes everyday because since he’s not working, “they’re not dirty”

They start getting holes in them, though

If anyone tries to suggest something for him to do, he gets mad and claims he “knows how to entertain himself”

Also constantly accusing people of being in his space or business

Ends up starting a ton of fights over this and then complaining about how mean everyone is to him

He’s not doing it on purpose, though

Ends up buying some kind of gaming console to pass the time

If he buys an Xbox, he shares with the rest of the boys

If he buys a nintendo switch, he starts playing Animal Crossing and doesn’t put it down for weeks

Out of everyone… He’s the one who takes the pandemic the least serious

He follows the rules because he doesn’t want to be eaten alive by any of the boys, but he probably thought the virus was a hoax at first

He learned his lesson the first time he tried to go out without a mask and got locked in the car, though

Forgets to flush the toilet

His room is dirty

#red dead redemption 2 #red dead redemption 2 headcanons #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 #arthur morgan #HOPE U ENJOY ANON SORRY IM SLOW #and will probs continue to be slow #my car broke down at mcdonalds today LOL and by the time it got fixed mcdonalds WAS FUCKING CLOSED #i was so sad my mom actually ended up taking me to a different one #but they didnt have what i wanted LOL #but it was fine bc i was happy with just fries #also y'all.... my sink is fixed and let me tell u #I AM NEVER PAYING FOR A PLUMBER AGAIN #i took that bitch apart and snaked it myself #and enough hair to make a wig came out of it but she was fixed #and i saved so much money my mom bought me lunch as a reward #LOL #anyways i love u all thanks for reading hope this shows up in the tags and u like it #i hope i put enough!!#and lmk if i should republish in a new format #i keep getting scared to make a new post and not answer anon directly #oH WELL JUST CATO PROBLEMS #also went back to work and it was... fine i guess #idk #Anonymous

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yakuzacasual · 4 years

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im happy that you reopened the requests!!!!! and im gonna ask for something!!!!!! anything you think its better for my baby!!!!!! shinada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

PREFACE

I don’t have much to say this time around. A shocker, I know. My brain just full of Shinada now and literally nothing else. Just Shinada and how badly I need a Shinada hug. Thank you, Non. I loved writing this, a whole lot! Since we’re on the topic of relationship 101 I decided to go with this format for our golden baseball boy. Hope you enjoy and stay cool!

RELATIONSHIP 101 WITH SHINADA

Surprisingly enough, getting into a serious relationship makes him really rethink some of the poor life choices he has made. It is one thing that now he feels responsible for being able to provide for the both of you - don’t even try to change his mind on that one, you may be the biggest hotshot of a thriving enterprise and that will make him all the more anxious about his poor situation. Shinada definitely decides to end his journalistic career in the night club departament, instead landing a cozy spot in the sports section. He tries to mask it as just getting a better offer, but it’s easy to see that his main concern was you possibly feeling uncomfortable with his job. He has to make absolutely sure you’re proud of him!

Cheap date ideas are absolutely his thing and they never fail thanks to his absolute charm. He may completely burn the dinner (and the apartament together with it) and yet he always finds a way to make it work, even if he might have had to involve additional resources and call in a few favours. The favourite kind of date for him is, of course, taking you out for a local match of baseball! There is nothing better than sharing his beloved sport with his beloved person while also getting a chance to show off his knowledge a bit. You even get to meet all the players in person once the match concludes, maybe even sneak your way into a nice dinner together with them. A win for the belly and the pocket.

Shinada is BIG on public displays of affection. Keeping you in close proximity when you both go out, preferably with his hand resting somewhere on your body, makes him feel more secure. Not only does it scare away any potential bachelors on their way to bother you, but also lets Shinada know that you are right here next to him and he can protect you should anything happen. It feels incredibly good for him to feel in control of your safety at all times, but there is one thing feeling even better. Hugs. And there is no additional context to them, he just thinks they are incredibly neat! Being wrapped around you - don’t even think of being the one on the top of the hug, even if you are physically bigger than him - makes him feel all warm and fuzzy inside, while also giving him an opportunity to catch a whiff of your perfume, cologne or just shampoo. Let him touch you, if only a bit, and he will make sure you are never left wanting!

Being the semi-professional photographer that he is, this man absolutely loves taking pictures of you, no matter what the occasion and if there even is one. His phone is absolutely filled to the brim with pretty decent shots and his laptop has photo editing software running at all times. Suffice to say, Shinada never agrees to make any changes to you or put any filters unless there is a very good reason to do so. It’s imperial for him to leave the pictures as natural as possible, with just a few twitches here and there. The best ones inevitably end up printed out and put into your scrapbook of shared memories, that your boyfriend roped you into on your first anniversary. He turns out to be quite clumsy with the DIY ornaments requiring precision, but the album still ends up being the best representation of everything he and this relationship is.

#yakuza #Ryu ga Gotoku #rgg #yakuza 5 #yakuza x reader #rgg x reader #shinada tatsuo #shinada x reader #x reader #imagine #Headcanon #request

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izzymcfeegles · 4 years

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Regarding Sebastian Stan:

There's a lot of vemon in his fanbase right now. People are angry, hurt, disappointed, and upset.

Overall, I wouldn't call myself a stan or a fangirl. I'm a fan of his work. As somebody who recently got back into the MCU fandom, his performances have always stood out and he just seems like an overall chill, dude. As somebody who lives in the NYC metropolitan area and commutes to Manhattan, I was really impressed with his initial response to the terrifying early days of COVID, using his elevated platform to promote safety. It was much appreciated, especially during a time when NYC was quickly becoming epicentre and cases were rampant. It made me see him as a normal dude, not an out-of-touch celebrity. It made me feel like he had our backs. Maybe the problem lies in my assumptions.

The thing is, despite what Twitter and Insta stans may believe, none of us know Sebastian Stan. Like every public figure, we only know Sebastian Stan's brand. How he (and his PR team) chooses present himself in public and on social media. That being said, the Ibiza trip felt entirely off-brand, given what a lot of fans are used to.

When my Insta feed starts flooding with pictures of Sebastian on a yacht laying the PDA on thick with this woman, not wearing a mask while the being waited on by masked employees, being seen in a club, it rubbed me the wrong way. I'm not someone who typically follows celebrity gossip and under normal circumstances, none of this would bother me. The dude is a grown man and what he does is his business. However, we're not living in normal times. Him traveling overseas during a pandemic made him look like an idiot and a hypocrite. Like all of the goodwill he had built up was for nothing. Some people argue that Ibiza was "safe" at the time. The reality is that while cases in NY and Ibiza have gone down, the virus never went away and international travel is still extremely risky, hence why the EU rightfully banned travel from the U.S. (which raises some questions as to how he got there. Some people theorize his Romanian passport, but im not sure how that would factor in given he's a NY resident).

We can't get into his head and understand the rationale behind the complete 180 in his behavior. Some folks are speculating that it may be a PR stunt, and while I try not to be that cynical, I wouldn't be surprised to find if that were the case, given the nature of the photos and how they contradict his previous posts. If it is, I'm not sure what his agency is trying to accomplish. There is nothing cool, sexy, or glamorous about going about partying in exclusive places and pretending that the pandemic doesn't exist while the majority of the world is suffering. It was tone-deaf and made him look like a tool. Bad optics.

The "geisha pics" from the supposed girlfriend (we really dont know the true nature of their relationship and may never) were the straw that broke the camel's back for a lot of people. I don't think it's fair to put blame on Sebastian - I don't expect the dude to thoroughly vet everyone he meets (leave that to his PR team...) and I do think that it was a bit invasive to dig up that kind of dirt on somebody's supposed so (once again, we still don't know). However, the pictures are now out in the open and yes, they're bad.

As I'm white person it's not my job to tell people what they should or shouldn't be offended by. I do know that as a white person, even in 2018, I would never even consider reducing another person's culture to a cheap party outfit. Its totally unacceptable. And I can see how fans were hurt by being blocked by him for calling her out on it.

That being said, I couldn't help but be taken aback by how zealous the Twitter stans were in dragging him. What I saw were some legitimate points, heartfealt concern, but also insults and threats to leak his personal information. And a lot of women tearing each other down. Even going after Paul Walter Houser for standing up for his friend, which in this case, I honestly couldn't blame the guy. One of my friends in the Cobra Kai fandom had him on his podcast and he seems like an overall solid dude so I think it's only fair to consider his position.

All in all, do I believe the Sebastian Stan is a garbage human who needs to be canceled? No. As mentioned earlier, while we may not know him, his image has been pretty consistent over the years. Most people who have encountered him, including cast and crew have said positive things about him. I'd like to believe he is decent guy who is just making some really bad career moves right now. People go through periods in their lives where they poor choices. If all of this is his doing, I hope he really takes some time to reflect on all this and learn from it and ask himself if this is the image he wants to present. If this is all his agency, I'm hoping they're seeing the negative press and taking notes. If not, I hope he can find a way to get the hell out of there. This is the same agency that supposedly covered for Harvey Weinstein so forcing their clients into doing sleazy PR stunts wouldn't suprise me. Either way, this whole thing has been a shitshow. The mob mentality of the Twitter stans and the threats and harassment need to stop, but it doesn't change the fact his actions hurt alot of people. I don't want him to be "over," I just want him to be better.

#sebastian stan #cancel culture #stan culture #i did not expect to write a dissertation on this #this stuff usually doesn't bother me wtf

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blucmoon · 3 years

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━ ☾ ⊹ ( im jaebum, cis male , he/him ) say hello to AE YONGGUK, the TWENTY SIX YEAR OLD that seems to have a lot in his hands with HIS job as a STALL OWNER, DRUMMER AND OCCASIONAL BARTENDER! beyond that, they seemed RESPONSIBLE AND TRUSTWORTHY upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of EVASIVE AND INSECURE though. HE seems to live in a 4 BEDROOM HOUSE in YUNHWA, SOUTH KOREA. anything else to add? oh, yeah! he also RUNS A STALL CALLED “KODACHROME” WHERE HE TAKES PHOTOS FOR IDS, SELLS PRINTS AS WELL AS BOOKS SESSIONS FOR PHOTOSHOOTS.

basic information

full name: ae yongguk

nickname(s): guk, yonggu (hasn’t figured out why)

age: 25

date of birth: january 6th, 1995

birthplace: seoul, south korea.

hometown: yunhwa, south korea.

current location: yunhwa, south korea.

ethnicity: asian.

nationality: korean

gender: cismale

pronouns: he / him

orientation: demiromantic, bisexual.

occupation: stall owner and drummer of a band called “crux”. sometimes he helps at his aunt’s bar in busan for some extra money.

living arrangements: house #4012, hwesakgu.

language(s) spoken: korean, english (conversational)

physical appearance

faceclaim: got7’s im jaebum “jb”

hair color: like almost everyone, he has naturally brown hair but throughout the years he’s dyed it blonde or black a couple of times. right now, it’s black and he has managed to grow it to a length he really likes below his chin. yongguk can be usually seen with his hair down and every so often he puts it up in a half updo. whenever the band has a gig, he exerts a little more effort (even if most of the time it doesn’t pay off).

eye color: brown. (likes colored contacts every now and then)

height: 179 cm

weight: 66 kg

build: lean person, with a good muscular frame.

distinguishing characteristics: two beauty marks right next to each other on his left eyelid.

tattoos: has a full sleeve on his left arm from shoulder down to a little above his wrist and another one his right forearm.

piercings: lobe and upper lobe in both ears, anti-tragus on the left one, double helix on the right, anti-eyebrow and nose on the right side of the face (won’t ever use jewelry during the day though).

clothing style: while he’s working at the stall he has a more casual style consisting of jeans, cargos, pants, button downs, sweaters. likes layering with denim shirts, flannels, jackets, windbreakers over t-shirts, etc. mostly in earthy colors, dark reds and blues, white, gray and black. no matter what though, he will always wear long sleeves, even in the hottest summer days and never roll them up, going to these lengths just to not draw any unnecessary attention. (he’s even gotten a fair amount of rash guards for those occasions when he feels like going for a swim.)

at the bar or at gigs, he’s usually clad in all black or dark tones. sleeveless shirts or those with short sleeves are his go-to, not nearly as concerned to conceal the ink over his arms from the public eye at night. he likes to choose style and comfort when performing, thus splurging a little more on his nightly outfits rather than those he uses on the daily. leather and denim jackets, bombers, sometimes harnesses, jeans in either black or leather, boots, sneakers, muscle shirts, graphic t-shirts, shirts with the first buttons undone and rolled up sleeves in dark, rich colors. style varies from street fashion to grunge to rocker depending on how he feels.

health

sleeping habits: goes to sleep really late but has no trouble waking up early to go to to work, though for the first couple of hours he’s awake and if he has gotten 4-5 hours only, he’d be kind of silent and unresponsive until getting that first cup of coffee. will likely nap before his shift at the bar only for an hour and a half tops.

eating habits: eats 3 - 4 times a day and gets easily hungry between meals. often seen snacking whatever he can.

exercise habits: doesn’t really exercise much constantly, but on the weekends he likes hiking or running around town.

emotional stability: 6/10

body temperature: average

addictions: none

drug use: experimentally a couple of times, hasn’t done it in a while.

alcohol use: socially, medium-high tolerance.

personality

label: the opaque (unable to be figured out; hiding behind a façade; not transparent.)

positive traits: reliable, responsible, hard-working, trustworthy, loyal, thoughtful, generous, creative, passionate, artistic, caring, considerate, devoted.

negative traits: defensive, evasive, cautious, indecisive, defiant, self-doubt, fluctuating self-esteem, conflict-averse, private, self-conscious, sensitive, unpredictable.

hobbies: starting songs he never finishes, watching the same show every year (avatar the last airbender) as well as his comfort movies, cloud/star gazing, jigsaw puzzles, origami, video games, playing guitar sometimes.

habits: knuckle cracking, muttering under his breath, snacking between meals, rubbing hands together, jaw clenching, gesturing while talking, rubbing the back of his neck, running hands through hair, drumming fingers, sings along to songs and sings gibberish for the parts he doesn’t know, doodles on any paper at reach, dozes off when bored/daydreams, bobs his leg while sitting.

zodiac sign: sun capricorn, moon pisces, rising scorpio (read as: impending disaster)

mbti: infp

enneagram: 6w5

temperament: melancholic

hogwarts house: ravenclaw

moral alignment: chaotic good

primary vice: wrath

primary virtue: diligence

element: water

expanded personality

yongguk has a strong tendency to appear quiet and reserved and it might come off as standoffish or easily confused with snoberish, which makes it worse when he doesn’t go out of his way to change this preconception about him. he needs a great deal of personal space, both physically and mentally, and any attempt to control him or forcibly schedule his activities will only strengthen his need for time alone.

he’s responsible, trustworthy and hardworking. relies heavily on his intuition to guide him and knows how to patiently wait as well as how to adapt to any circumstances. in yunhwa, he’s been forced to learn how to interact with the townsfolk and through the years he’s mastered the front he puts on in order to remain below the radar and not get any unnecessary attention; polite, helpful, sometimes even considered as a sweet guy, yongguk has no problem lending a hand to anyone that needs it.

however, in busan, his adaptability is also handy when it comes to dealing with customers. at the same time, it’s in these moments when he feels a little less restrained and allows himself to be less calculative: flirty, playful, sometimes misleading… he’s gotten in several problems because of this and yet he has no plans to stop it anytime soon.

yongguk is a little insecure and with a fluctuating self-esteem: sometimes he’s very well aware and confident on his skills and assets, but other times he will second-guess everything about himself. this combined with an strong fear of failure that stems from poor past decisions, makes him hesitate when it comes to making important calls that could potentially affect his future, but he knows how to play it off… most of the times.

despite appearing simple at a glance, yongguk is more than what meets the eye. friendly but private, polite but passionate about his beliefs, calm and sometimes expressionless. it’s not that he doesn’t have feelings - he actually runs quite deep and strong - it’s just that he conceals them under a mask of politeness because he’s unsure how to deal with them; he’s restrained when it comes to conveying emotion, but has a very deep care for his peers. might be awkward and uncomfortable with expressing himself verbally, but has a wonderful ability to define and reveal what he’s feeling on paper.

yongguk is genuinely interested in understanding others, a good listener, but will exclusively share his sorrows and woes only with the friends he trusts the most, unafraid to display his best and worst with them. his natural intuition allows him to sense the mood without the need of words. however, he can be quite impressionable and be easily influenced by the moods of others, which may often lead him to feel overwhelmed because of this.

incredibly curious, yongguk loves to explore with his hands and his eyes, touching and examining the world around him with cool rationalism and spirited curiosity. he explores ideas through creating, troubleshooting, trial and error and first-hand experience. yongguk can be a challenge to predict, even by the closest people to him. can seem very loyal and steady for a while, but he has a tendency to build up a store of impulsive energy that explodes without warning, taking his interests in bold, new directions.

with a good memory, he can recall experiences from the past down to smallest details. this is both good and bad: remembering the good memories is a way to ease himself when in stressful or sad situations, but he’s also prone to dwell on previous mistakes and regret them for a long time.

he’s not consistently angry. will either let the anger build up and release it all at once in an outburst or let it out slowly through small, critical remarks throughout the day. sometimes, both. he’s very difficult when annoyed, but it usually doesn’t last that long. a perfectionistic through and through, his main source of anger usually comes from things not being up to their standards. not good at sparing others’ feelings when he does become irritable. doesn’t like conflict and will go to great lengths to avoid it. in those occasions where he does have to face it, he will approach it from his feelings and mistakenly place little importance on who is right and who is wrong. yongguk will react to the emotions he’s going through and won’t care whether or not he’s right, which makes him appear irrational and illogic.

background (tldr)

his parents work in the field with doctors without borders.

yongguk was born in seoul and lived there for six years before his parents sent him to yunhwa to stay with his grandparents while they went abroad.

seven years passed, his parents would rarely contact them, much less visit them.

in the meantime, his grandma taught him how to play many instruments, being a musician herself and he was enrolled in kwangsook academy.

at thirteen they returned and guk moved with them back to seoul. around this time he became more reserved and quiet, the conversation always focused on his parents achievements and interests.

he made it his goal to become a doctor in hopes of having something in common with them. it was a way to seek their attention and approval.

a year later, a new plan was announced and yongguk was back in yunhwa with his grandparents. he was actually pretty happy about this.

started taking his studies seriously in his junior year of high school, going to the extent of dropping music and every other altogether.

he successfully managed to get into pusan national university, school medicine.

however, the whole experience was something he wasn’t ready for at all. for a year and half he struggled to keep up with his classmates and was utterly ashamed to compare his simple goal of wanting to get closer to his parents to the drive of everyone else.

he drops out after talking with his grandfather, a successful doctor himself.

initially excited to get the chance of truly discovering what he wanted to do, a single call from his father deterred his enthusiasm. he was supposed to return to yunhwa, instead he decided to move in with a friend and stay in busan… where everything goes downhill.

at only twenty and under the fake pretense that he’d get his act together, he allows himself to make mistakes and act recklessly, secretly wishing that’d be enough to get his parents attention.

he found temporary jobs all around busan and never lasted too long, but he still made money and that’s the only thing he really cared about at the moment. things aren’t great, but they aren’t that bad, or so he tells himself.

at twenty one, he gets a full sleeve on his left arm as well as many piercings. a couple of weeks after this, his grandparents decided to pay him a surprise visit and the state of his apartment as well as life… is not optimal.

coincidence or not, his parents video called them at that moment. it was the first time he heard from them in a year, and it was the last time as well.

seems like only his appearance was enough to finally trigger some sort of emotion from his father, but it wasn’t really the kind he was looking for. it was anger and he could clearly see the disappointment in his eyes. a heated argument ensues, one that ends with “you’re not our son anymore.”

perhaps it came a little too late, but it was the much needed wake up call to get his act together. not in order to mend the relationship with his parents, he knew that’d be impossible. but more so, for himself.

he perks up at a suggestion from his grandmother, one that was about a long forgotten hobby of his: photography. he remembers an old shoe box filled with polaroids and undeveloped films under his bed.

thus, he stays in busan after enrolling in a community college for a year-long photography class. around this time, one of his aunts offered him a job as a bartender in her bar and since then he’s been helping her every now and then. he says it’s for extra money, but in reality is a way to repay her from hiring him when no one else would.

after he was done with his course and had saved enough money to get a decent camera, he decided it was time to go back to yunhwa.

he returned three years ago. luckily, his reputation there remained intact and he wanted it to stay that way thus hiding the ink on his skin with long sleeves and removing the jewelry whenever he was outside.

yongguk moved back with his grandparents, this time to help them out and take care of his grandmother who started to get a little ill. he picked up playing and making music after finding his long abandoned drum set in the garage.

with the help of his grandfather, he opened his very own stall called “kodachrome” where he takes photos for ids, sells prints of his own work (mostly of yunhwa’s scenery) as well as books sessions for photoshoots.

a year and half ago, however, he had to find a new place. his grandparents decided to retire and move to jeju. thankfully, he managed to get a deal to rent a house from one of his grandma’s friends. the house was a little too big thus he decided to post an ad online looking for roommates to share the space and ease the expenses.

in the present, yongguk is still running his stall and getting contacted every blue moon by small influencers and event planners looking for his services. three nights a week, he goes back to busan to work for his aunt at the bar and every other night he has gigs with a band, which was randomly created after having far too many drinks with his roommates.

background (full)

tw: mentions of needles, tattoos, substances but nothing too graphic.

ae yongguk was the name given to you and and your endearing smiles as well as adorable dimples seemed to be more than enough to have everyone coddling and cosseting you from the get-go. nonetheless, permanency was never on your parents’ agenda. by the time you turned six, they moved away and you were shoved into your grandparents’ household in yunhwa.

it’s difficult to comprehend the sudden change, being told that you’d be living with them for some time. how much? they don’t specify, but the next thing you know is that you’re wordlessly bidding goodbye to your parents, who promised to write and come back for you soon. they didn’t. being part of doctors without borders and making it their goal to offer medical aid where it’s needed most, they put their humanitarian labor before parenthood.

the first letter you got arrived eight months after they left. there’s disappointment and there’s also heartbreak, but they don’t last long. you don’t allow them to regardless of your young age. instead, you focus on how your grandfather, despite having severe and strict ways, squeezed your shoulder and offered the small smile that you know all too well now. or how your grandmother, a renowned musician, didn’t hesitate to shower you in unconditional love. your education didn’t cease and your grandfather immediately enrolled you at kwangsook academy.

one of your most prominent traits is how transparent you are with your emotions and your grandmother easily learnt to read this. it was no surprise that the first time you saw her playing a beautiful song on her baby grand and your irises sparkled with curiosity, she immediately beckoned you closer. “hi, my love.” the elderly woman greeted while shifting a little so you could take a seat beside her. you meet her eyes and you wonder if she’s looking for anything by the time an easy smile appears on her face. “do you like music?” you’re unable to respond, but she must’ve seen something because, after that, she started teaching you the basics of piano. a couple of days later, she asked again and this time around, the answer naturally slipped out of your mouth: i love it.

for your regular classes, you were constant and responsible. sure, you enjoyed learning, but your interest wasn’t inherently there. it was just something you had to do. however, when it came to that newfound love for music of yours, you were the one with the initiative to ask for more lessons and practice whenever you had free time; first the piano, later the guitar and a couple of years later you made the stubborn decision to learn the drums.

it was nice staying in yunhwa, it brought you a comforting sense of belonging. it was the beginning of finding your own voice; discovering your likes and dislikes, some of your talents and even the chance of making friends. however, there was always a lingering question in the back of your mind and a deep sadness you rarely showed: when are my parents coming back?

they do, but only for a short period of time.

you had only turned thirteen, but the moment you saw them you were but an excited kid, joyously yelling and running to hug them, but they greeted you rather… frivolously. you try to ignore the breach between you and them, which you felt the most when you were holding your mother’s hand; her skin a couple of degrees colder than your grandma’s. they ask how you were doing and, in your frenzy, you start talking about everything that’s happened all this time only to be interrupted; the voice you were starting to grow inevitably drowned in the sea of their own achievements and stories.

it’s then that they tell you they’d move to seoul and you’re to go with them. apparently, with the intention to settle down and give it a go to having a normal family. you say goodbye to your grandparents, and unlike your mom and dad, the promises of staying in touch with them are real.

you were silent and reserved around your parents. you had to after learning that no matter what you tried to tell them, the conversation always ended being about what interested them. for a while you pretended to be okay with it, but soon you started wishing they paid as much attention to you as they did to their cause. it made you think that, by immersing yourself in that world, you might be able to keep them interested long enough or make them proud, and your very own obsession to become a doctor started right there. simple questions that had your parents perk up are what made you believe that your plan isn’t too far fetched.

luckily, you were able to retreat to your music whenever everything became too overwhelming, but even this wasn’t enough to stop an ever growing beast called dissatisfaction from making your chest its home. it increases in size and sometimes it’s so big that you’re unable to keep it in your ribcage, coming to light with rebellious little acts such as not doing your homework or bluntly strumming your guitar late at night. eventually, unspoken words and jumbled thoughts find their way into old notebooks full of an amateur’s unfinished songs.

it’s exactly a year later that they announced their new plans of moving to the other side of the world, plans that didn’t take you into consideration at all. it was disappointing, but not really surprising. still, you were able to comprehend the nature of their jobs, after all they were brilliant doctors and only a handful were willing to offer the assistance your parents did. you stop expecting things to change after the farewells you exchanged with them. you wished them the best and truly meant it.

going back to yunhwa at fourteen is something you anticipate; your grandmother welcomed you with your favorite food and your grandfather with a blank notebook. “for your songs, son” he said with that smile of his, learning about this new hobby of yours from one of the many mails you sent them. both were happy about your return and helped you pick up your studies where you last left them.

it’s in your junior year at high school when you truly get serious about your studies, medical school was your single goal. even though you’ve come to terms with the relationship you had with your parents, a hopeful part of you genuinely believed that becoming a doctor would help breach the distance.

and so you do, dropping music altogether and every other hobby that “needlessly” consumed your time and energy. it was admittedly exhausting and you were obviously miserable without playing any instrument. the sleepless nights and the isolation you brought upon yourself paid off the moment you received the news of your acceptance at pusan national university. that very night, you got a call from your parents congratulating you.

for the next year and a half, however, things prove to be extremely challenging when you find yourself amongst thousands of students whose drive and ambition is stronger than simply wanting to get close to their parents. it’s shameful, you admit and the constant pressure as well as the competitive environment soon takes a toll on you, but it was much needed for you to start questioning everything; yourself, your goals and if it was really what you wanted.

the person who helps you to fully come to this realisation is none other than your grandfather, another renowned doctor in your family. it’s shocking to hear him encouraging you to drop out and follow your dreams. truth is you were far too concerned chasing after a hopeless goal than to craft ambitions and dreams for yourself. still, you follow his advice even when you are completely at loss about what the next step would be.

if news of your acceptance travelled fast, so did the news of your departure. you got a call shortly after and all you heard was “we’re very disappointed” followed by radio silence before your father hung up. you were nineteen, about to turn twenty, when they last talked to you.

their silence becomes one of your many excuses to make mistakes and act recklessly; if your good behaviour and your previous little act didn’t catch their attention, this surely will. it’s your shield against the disapproval in your grandfather’s eyes, and that very shield is what stops him from stopping you. even when you told him you wouldn’t return to yunhwa, instead moving to one of your friend’s apartment in the heart of busan.

it’s amusing how easily your grandfather believes your fake promises of trying to get your life together and you feel awful for being such a good liar. you find decent jobs, but never stay too long. unnecessary fights with customers or blatant irresponsibility are the main reasons that force you to find a new one every couple of weeks. you’ve been many things: a busser, a server, even a mascot. you didn’t mind much as long as you were paid.

you willingly dive into a void filled with indulgence and bad decisions. all in order to not think, to not dwell on the future. you used every situation you could possibly get yourself into as a distractor from the painful reality. you were lost, so utterly lost.

twenty one comes around and you decide that, for the first time ever, you’re going to gift yourself something. a permanent work of art, its canvas your skin.

three monthly salaries were spent on black and red ink which reminded you of your favorite place. the needle pierces your skin once, twice, hundred times until your arm is almost fully covered… maybe it was a metaphor, a feeble attempt to display something bright and wonderful on someone who otherwise had long lost every trace of that. it was not enough and a couple of piercings follow in trying to beautify the sheer mess you’ve made of yourself.

some nights you question your own strength and sanity. you used to be pristine, someone to be proud of and an exemplary resident of the town you fondly call home. you were constant, had talent and a midas touch that turned meaningless words into beautiful songs, scribbles onto paper into melodies that had every listener humming along.

what happened to you, boy? says a voice in your head… or is it from your chest? is it the dissatisfaction you’ve tried to keep locked for years? all it took was to be called a disappointment once for you to willingly become one?

it consumes you and every passing day it becomes louder, but you’re stubborn and simply take it as a challenge to find new ways to drown it. headachingly loud music, poisonous substances, liquid trust or the ecstasy under someone’s fingertips… the city swallows you whole and provides you with momentary sweet oblivion but… is the aftermath of impeding remorse worth it? it is, you convince yourself while running back into it’s arms night after night.

one day, without warning, three knocks come onto your door and when you’re about to curse whoever disrupted your game, you’re met with your grandparents. your appearance is deplorable; bloodshot eyes, greasy hair and alarming signs of lack of proper sleep. it hurt to see your grandmother, as crystal clear as you wear, worried and at loss of words. a thing the city taught you was to be a pretender and so you ignore every sign of concern in their faces while smiling at them. “long time no see!” you say cheerfully.

it’s a quiet visit. they don’t know what to tell you or where to start, and neither do you feel a need to fill the awkward silence when your grandfather’s phone went off. he answers without thinking to a videocall and the voice that greets him has you freezing on your spot. father. your face falls and your eyes widen in obvious panic when he asks about you. the older man in the room seems to be equally as frantic as you when he glances at you, taking in how you look before your father speaks again.

“oh, is yongguk there? let me talk to him.” his authoritative tone was enough to have your grandfather turning the phone towards you. it’s late, far too late to fix yourself or even try to hide the glaringly bright red ink on your arm. so, in your frenzy, you decide to play cynical. what else could you lose, right? “hey, dad.” you greet with a shameless smile upon your lips. “your timing is as impeccable as ever.”

the argument that ensues forces you to retreat to your room and you thank whatever universal force that your roommate decided to have a weekend-long trip. it’s a heated fight, and you realize midway through that this is the longest conversation you’ve ever had with your father. why is it that the most display of emotion you get from him is when you don’t follow his ridiculous standards? he gets louder, so do you and it escalates to irreversible words. the last thing he says is “you’re not our son anymore” followed by silence.

then you laugh.

you laugh over the irony of an absent father saying such a thing. you laugh because you don’t want to allow him see you hurting. you laugh at how fucked up the whole situation is. “doesn’t make a difference, does it?” you say between unabashed chuckles. “not like you ever acted like a father, anyway.” and you hang up, your legs giving in and only then did you notice that your whole body had been shaking this whole time.

you muffle a scream on a pillow while feeling so alone and like the butt of the cruelest joke. you want to hate your father and your mother. you want to despise them for their horrible behavior. instead, you find yourself crying like an abandoned kid wanting, yearning for the love that wasn’t given to him. you want to run, to disappear, to hide where no one can find you.

then, two arms wraps around you and even though your grandmother is a little smaller than you, you find yourself feeling protected under her embrace. shortly after comes a pat on your head from your grandfather. you look up at those brown eyes full of wisdom and, when he tells you “everything will be okay, son.” you wholeheartedly believe him

because, a year later, things started looking up.

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POV Jaebeom

They drove up to the dark parking lot behind the club. He looked at the dark building. Everyone in the city knew all too well the reputation of this place and tried to avoid it. But if you had to do something illegal, everyone would come here. He wanted to bury this part of his life and how well he knew this place. Jinyoung has never been this club, one thought infuriated him, but today he agreed to go with it. He put a black mask on his face, and when he got out of the car, he adjusted his designer suit. For such places, he always returned to the image of a spoiled rich heir.

They came to the back door and the guard missed them. They went down the twisted stairs. For everyone it was an ordinary nightclub. But if you come in from the back entrance, you get into a completely different world. They walked through the hall with music invitations, danced on the tables. They came to the farthest table. He took off his mask, and they sit down to the man who was sitting alone his back to the hall. He was the one who ruled this hell.

«Jaebeom! You came earlier than I thought," he smiled broadly. "It's been a long time since you've been here. I was interested in spending time with you. Such sweetheart, angels like you, don't often show up in places like this. I was very determined when your friend took you back" he said pointing to Jinyoung "If I correctly remember, Park Jinyoung"

"Let's talk?" said Jaebeom

"So straight to business? What about drinking with an old friend."

"Another time. If it will, " replied Jinyoung

The man got up from the table and headed towards the narrow corridor behind the bar. They went into the office and closed the door. The man sat down on a chair near the round table and he sat down on the other side.

"I need information on the person who was looking for information about us. Isn't that your doing?" he said, pulling the photograph out of his pocket and putting it on the table.

The man took the photo and laughed loudly. "I've certainly heard she's got a good hacker, but a get photograph from a university campus camera... She never ceases to amaze. Don't you remember Jaebeom, photos aren't among my 'hobbies'. I gave only information, well, maybe a little more information than can be found in the public domain" he smiled

"Then I want information that you can't find in the public domain about this girl"

The man laughed loudly. Jinyoung stood silently leaning against the wall and folded his arms on his chest.

"I still cherish my life. I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Because of our old days, the only thing I can tell you is her name is ________! And believe me, Jaebeom, on your place I'd stay away from people like her. What the affairs you had with her? Haven't shared something?" the man looked at Jaebeom, and then at Jinyoung, then raised a glass and took a sip

"We like her"

Man coughing choking on a drink. "You are brave, guys. But believe me, she's from a different league."

"We've been hearing this too often lately. What kind of league is this?" chuckled Jinyoung, but the man just smiled at his comment.

"In any case, good luck." The man got up and went out into the corridor.

He looked at Jinyoung who was clearly annoyed.

"Is everything OK?" he asked.

"There was no point in coming here. We didn't find out anything while she knew everything about the two of us," Jinyoung shook her head.

"Well, why didn't it make sense. Now we know her name - _______." He smiled.

POV You

You were sitting in your favorite chair reading a book. With the return of the second bartender, you were completely free. You raised your head after seeing the hall, there were quite a few people today. You took a few sips of the cocktail that was on your table. You closed your eyes, reclining on the back of your chair. You smiled when you met with 1+1. They're obviously interested in you. 'I think should play with them,' you thought. You took an empty glass and went to the bar. Sevshi on one of the chairs, you asked to repeat your drink. You were in a bad mood today. You spent the whole day in the office looking at documents and reports. You put your head on the counter and closed your eyes.

"Sorry, miss" your driver's voice made you open your eyes. "They went to the club"

"To the club?" you raised your head with surprise at the driver.

"Yes, Miss"

You laughed loudly at the attention of the visitors. "They're where I didn't expect to see them at all. I think my mood has improved." You left a pristine drink and stood up. "Get the car to the back entrance" you passed by, heading to your office. You went into the office and walked up to the big closet. You chose red bardot bodycon mini dress and black patent stiletto stilettos. After changing quickly, you made a smokey makeup. Looking in the mirror, you smiled. 'It's been a long time since I looked like this'. You went downstairs and went outside. The driver sighed sharply when he saw you, and quickly apologized. Well, that's the kind of reaction you've been trying to get. You got in the car and you headed to the club. The streets were empty enough so the road didn't take much time. When you parked, you got out of the car and headed for the entrance. The guard leaned over and said hello when he recognized you. You went down the stairs, the thud of your heels breaking the silence. You heard the sound of music, and you smiled. You definitely missed this place. As you walked through the hall, all eyes were on you. You stopped when you saw an empty table that was usually busy.

"He's in the office with the clients" a young waiter appeared near you. 'Something new' you looked at it, he was young and handsome. Usually only girls worked here, you smiled at such a gift.

"Thank you" you raised your hand and lead your fingers on his cheek. He shone broadly smiling. 'God, what a cute puppy', you couldn't contain your laughter. "I'll sit at the bar" you chose a place that was close to the entrance to the hallway leading to the study.

'Well, let's wait,' you thought, and turned to the bar making the order.

POV Jinyoung

"You're right. We were finally able to find out her name." He sat down next to Jaebeom

"Not a bad for start. If she has a hacker, I don't think we can find anything about her on the internet," Jaebeom said looking at the photo on the table.

"Why do I have feel like we're playing in a game, rules which we don't know" He began to pour in, saying that despite all their attempts, they couldn't get an inch close to you.

"I didn't think I'd be back again here," Jaebeom said. He looked at Jaebeom, who was inspecting the room, his smile was sad. He remembered the time when Jaebeom constantly disappeared in this place. A trembling shot through him.

"Hopefully we don't have to come back here anymore." He got up and took a photograph, squeezed it in his hand. "Let's go"

They left the office to walk down a narrow corridor, returning back to the hall. He went out and looked at the table where that man was sitting before.

"I suppose you found the answer to my question" he turned his head and froze. You pointing to the hand in which he was clutching the photo. You were sitting at the bar and looking incredibly sexy. Excitement took over him.

"Did you come to tell us your name?" said Jaebeom, approaching closer to the bar

"Don't you know him yet?" you laughed while taking a sip of your drink.

"We know, ________! It's nice to meet you," he said as he approached to Jaebeom.

You looked at them and smiled.

"What's wrong?" he asked

"Different from your usual style," you said pointing the finger at their clothes, shoes and hairstyle. "Finally, look like who you really are."

He wondered if they were being watched, you came as soon as they came in here.

"Yes" you said

"What is yes?" asked Jaebeom

"That's the answer to the question in his head" you pointed on Jinyoung

"I never doubted that we were being watched, thank you for being honest," he said, ordering them two of the same drinks you drank.

"Can we keep watche at you?" asked Jaebeom.

"You can try"

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I can ask you that. Unlike you, this is my world" you circled your hand pointing to the hall.

"We want to be a part of your world, isn't it logical that we're here." replied Jaebeom

"I didn't expect that someone like you to know about such places. Apparently he liked you very much, if he decided to withhold this information from me" you said pointing to the empty table where the owner used to sit.

"It's a pity we don't have such a talented employee," he said picking up the photo. He set her on fire from a candle that was standing on the bar, and threw it in the ashtray. You just smirked.

"So what with an answer," you said, pointing to the ashes.

He came close to Jaebeom. He lead his fingers across Jaebeom chin turning his head in his direction. He bent down and left a slight kiss on Jaebeom's lips. He can felt Jaebeom's body strain, but Jaebeom did not budge and did not move away. Moved away from Jaebeom's lips, he met him with his eyes before turning to you again. He tried not to show how much he wanted to continue this kiss.

"If we've dealt with that question. Why don't we get to the phase where you start meeting us.?" he asked, approaching you and resting his hand in the back of your chair.

"Let's miss the game in 'pull-push', we're still not going to back down and eventually everything will come to that. So maybe we won't waste time?" Jaebeom came closer to you and put his hand on Jinyoung's shoulder.

You looked at his hand, and when you looked up, the blood was froze in his veins from your gaze. But neither he nor Jaebeom were going to back down. If they want to be with you it's worth forgetting about fear.

You raised your hand and lead your finger at Jaebeom's lower lip, which was wet after the kiss. You licked your finger looking into Jaebeom's eyes. This sight caused a wave of lust that passed through his body.

"You're braver than I thought" you lead a sock of shoes on the inside of his leg stopping above the middle of the thigh. . He felt his dick twitch in his pants. "But what do I must do, I love the game of 'pull-push'." You stood up between their bodies. It took him all his control not to press you with his body to Jaebeom's body. You turned your head to Jaebeom and left a kiss on his cheek. Turning to him, you ran a hand over his chest before leaving a kiss on his cheek. "This is a reward for today's show. I liked it more than I thought" you took a step forward and turning around sent them a depraved smile, from which the tremor passed through his body. He wanted to make step to your side, but felt how Jaebeom's hand squeezing his forearm for stopping him. You turned around and went to the exit, leaving them exhausted with excitement. Before you left the hall, there was a handsome guy from the staff next to you. You looked at that guy with a smile while he was telling you something. He blushed when you answered him. He was wondering who this guy was and what you told him that he was blushing. He felt jealousy that took hold of every inch of his body. He turned his eyes to Jaebeom, his jaw was tense. Jaebeom's fingers were still singing in his forearm. You gestured to someone and a moment later there was a girl manager. You said something by swiping your fingers at the guy's tie, which only the girl nodded to. You left the hall and the guy followed you.

"And what has it just been?" he asked

"I don't know, but I obviously don't like it at all" Jaebeom replied.

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makknays · 6 years

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they don’t know about us.

requested by @dana-nite

genre: angst ?? fluff ?? angst ??

word count: 1.1k

a/n: i used to be such a big directioner man so this gave me flashbacks

Hi!! Can you do a Jungkook scenario based on the One Direction song “They Don’t Know About Us” please? Like the girl was feeling sad he kept their relationship a secret (to protect her but she thought he doesnt care) and he (with BTS) sing the song and he proposes to her at the end, making them public (while vocalizing Zayn’s part at the end of the song). OMG IM SO SORRY IF THIS IS SO LONG AND DESCRIPTIVE BUT I HAD THIS CERTAIN IDEA FOR A WHILE AND I THOUGHT IT WAS SO CUTE. THANKS ILY 😭🙏🏼💕

Oh btw the request on that 1D song, can you make it really angsty but then becomes fluff when he moves her heart with the song and proposes. OKAY ILL STOP TALKING

You were so upset that Jungkook wouldn’t go public with your relationship. Every time you asked he’d tell you the time isn’t right or that he’s not ready for that yet. It made you feel as though he just didn’t want people to know about you, to know that he loved you. Today was no different. He was giving the same excuse as usual. “Look, ___, I love you but there are gonna be people who say that we shouldn’t be together, or that we’re too young, or something like that.” Jungkook told you again. “But we’ve been dating for three years, Jungkook. When are you going to tell the world that you love me? Don’t you care?” “___, I’m trying to look out for you, I’m doing this because I care about you.” “Jungkook, people are going to talk regardless, why don’t you just tell them.” “I don’t want you to get hurt.”

You couldn’t wrap your head around the idea of him keeping you secret from the world. He loved you and you loved him, wasn’t that all that mattered? “I don’t understand why he won’t let everyone know about me and him.” you told your friend. “I mean they don’t know what we do or how much we love each other.” “Maybe, they’d just be jealous and he’s protecting you from that?” she told you. “But I’ve waited all my life to fall in love with someone that felt so right and perfect but he doesn’t care enough to tell the world?” “___, he loves you a lot. He’s protecting you.” “It just feels like he’s ashamed of me or something. Do you think I should try finding someone who’ll show the world how much they love me?” “Now, you’re being ridiculous. He loves you. He’s an idol. It’s different in idols’ worlds; he’s protecting you from fans that’ll come for you if he goes public. He doesn’t want people to say bad things about the one he loves the most.” “How do you know that?” “___, trust me on this one.” “It’s hard to.”

It had been a really long day and Jungkook wanted nothing more than to come home and fall asleep beside you but when he came home, you weren’t there. It was 3am so there were only so many places you could go; he frantically texted you and called you but you didn’t respond to him. He couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you weren’t home and was worried sick about where you could have gone. He tried calling your friends but they also didn’t respond, then again, it was 3am. Jungkook refused to sleep until you came home or at least responded to him, he was pacing back and forth around the kitchen wondering about your whereabouts and if you were safe or not. “Please, please, call me. Please.” he muttered as he clutched his phone. Suddenly the front door opened and in you entered, looking quite tired but completely sober. “___, baby, where were you?” Jungkook worriedly asked after running up to you. “I was just out having a walk.” you calmly replied. “Why didn’t you pick up?” “I needed some time alone.” “You’re serious? I was worried sick and you couldn’t even drop a text telling me that you were having a walk?” he seriously asked you. “So, now you care about me?” “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he asked, flailing his arms about. “I’ve constantly told you about wanting to go public again and again and you never do it. It honestly makes me feel like you couldn’t care less about how I feel.” “___, you should know that I love you without having to go public.” “But I want to show you off to everyone, I want to show everyone how proud I am of you but I can’t.” “I want to do that to but just hang in there a bit longer.” “I don’t know how much longer I’m supposed to wait.” you told him before going to your bedroom and immediately going to bed.

A few weeks after you came home after 3am, you were spending some time with Jungkook in his studio. You knew something was up since he rarely took you into his studio but you didn’t question, just in case. “Listen to this track.” he said as he handed you his headphones. He proudly played the track for you and you listened carefully to the lyrics; it was obvious that he had written this song about you. “I wonder who it’s about.” you joked after the song ended. “Well, it’s about this girl who I’m really in love with.” he replied before placing a kiss on your forehead. “She seems like a very lucky girl.” “I think I’m the lucky one.” he chuckled before turning back to save the track before shutting of his computer. “What are you doing?” “I’m gonna take you on a date. How does a visit to Namsan Tower sound?” “You’ve never taken me there before.” you asked, looking at him confused. “There’s a first for everything.” It was around 7pm when you made it to the tower and there were many people surrounding it; to your surprise Jungkook seemed unbothered and was holding your hand; he still had his mask and cap on to hide his features though.

“Hey, isn’t this spot nice? Let me take a picture of us here.” Jungkook told you as he pulled down his mask to take the photo. “You look good, sweetheart.” he cooed. “As do you.” “Oh, there’s something I wanted to ask you.” “What is it?” you asked before he knelt down on one knee and pulled out a small box. “___, you’re the most amazing person in this world and I can’t think of anyone who would be a better person for me to love. You make me a better man and you’ve made me love everything around you. I couldn’t imagine a life without you, and I’m sorry I kept us hidden for so long but I wanna tell them, I wanna tell the world that you’re mine. ___, will you marry me?” you stood there in shock, people were surrounding the two of you and filming the ordeal but Jungkook only had eyes on you. “Yes, always yes.” you laughed, as you let the tears flow down your cheeks. Jungkook stood up and nervously placed the ring on your finger before kissing you like never before. “She said yes!” Jungkook shouted, eliciting a cheer from the crowd. “You said yes.” he softly said to you. “You’re my everything, do you really think I could say no?”

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frankiensteinsmonster · 8 months

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Turns out if u don't offer the disabled seats to disabled people on public transit and you make them stand they wobble really bad and look like they're going to fall (bc they probably are) and it'll make you feel really bad and embarrassed.

Also. I painted the back of my vest to say "I'd Rather Be Wrong Than Hopeless" and I caught someone sneaking a picture of it w/o asking me like a freak. I hope he liked it but he was probably just making fun of me. I think the irony is lost on them. ((He doesn't know it's a message about nihilism and climate change))

#invisible illnesses and all that but. considering how FUCKING embarrassed these ppl were i doubt that was the case #anyways heres my outfit for today :)#**i always mask in public!! i just take it off for these photos while im COMPLETELY alone**#cpunk #cripple punk #cane user #neuropunk #mothiegrey #TheVainCanes #TheVainCanesProject #MobilityAidVanity #MobilityAidVanityProject #The Vain Canes #The Vain Canes Project #Mobility Aid Vanity #Mobility Aid Vanity Project

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velvetchen · 7 years

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Dynamic | pt. iv

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Scenario: Superhero AU Pairing: Chen/Reader Word Count: 4485 Rating: T (warning for language)

Summary: You’re the leading superhero of the city, and you’ve fought Dynamo for years. It’s the way it should be - good vs. evil, hero vs. villain. But what happens when a bigger evil threatens everything?

<< previous part x first part x next part >>

You’re all clustered around the command center of the NSN, called in for an emergency briefing after your showdown with the giant robot. The thing had somehow cut off all the NSN’s communications, so they hadn’t been able to give you any intel until you were already finished with the fight.

But the minute you’d all got back down to the ground after checking out its head, it had completely vanished without a trace.

“We’re calling him the Dragon,” the Director says. “Since he hasn’t announced himself to the public yet.”

“He? You’re sure it's a he?” Whirlwind asks, his face twisted skeptically.

“Yes,” the Director says, pulling up a grainy image of a black-clad figure leaving a building. “That’s him. We’ve been hearing reports of a very talented hero around town, long before today. We only just managed to figure he and the Dragon are one and the same.”

“Well, what's his power?” you ask impatiently.

“Metallokinesis. One of the strongest we’ve seen in decades.” He paused for effect. “He’s stronger than you three combined.”

You swallow. Dynamo had been right. This city needed everything it had to fight this new threat off.

The Director pulls up another image, this one of a face half cast in shadow. It's blurry too, like someone zoomed in from far away to take it. “This photo was taken by assets of the Villains Association,” he says. You can’t make out much other than a hooked nose and heavy eyebrows.

“This is all the information we have?” Seism asks, looking thoughtful.

“As of now, yes. Our spies are working round the clock. We’ve even got hackers tracking bank accounts, camera feeds, everything within a hundred mile radius. He’s got to have got the materials for that thing from somewhere.” The Director pulls up a hologram of the giant Dragon and rotates it with a flick of his wrist. “From your fight yesterday, we gathered that hitting the face didn’t disable it at all. It’s not electronic, it’s being controlled by him. He must have been somewhere nearby, hiding out and watching.”

That thought was scarier than it sounded - this Dragon guy had been watching you the whole time from afar, and nobody had known.

The Director continues. “We’ve decided on a mission to break in and look for possible hideout spots. Rush, you’ll be leading.”

You’re not surprised they pick you - you knew your way out of a fight, and if you needed to get out of there, they wouldn’t need to send backup. “When?”

“The minute we get intel, you’re up.” You nod.

“But what if he attacks again in the meantime?” Seism asks, and the rest of you chorus an agreement.

“We don’t think he will. Since he hasn’t announced himself - or what side he’s on - we guessed he’s just trying to spread rampant terror. He won’t attack until this hype dies down. Then, when everyone thinks they’re safe again, he’ll strike. So,” finishes the Director, “we have a good window in which to do our reconnaissance.”

As the discussion continues, you turn to your own thoughts, which are loud inside your head. That afternoon’s events. Dynamo, catching you from falling to your death. Dynamo, suddenly serious. There’s no one I’d rather work with than you. This wasn’t your relationship. Sure, you flirted all the time, but that was when he was trying to destroy something and you were trying to thwart him. When you think about Dynamo, it’s without fondness. He’s just there, that’s it. Your antithesis. The bad to your good. The yin to your yang.

This new development confuses you more than anything else.

“Rush?” You snap your attention back to the discussion. “Patrol tonight, don’t forget.”

You groan internally. “Yes, sir.”

When you finally leave the headquarters, it’s night. Nearly time for your patrol to start. You don’t even bother changing out of your suit, strolling into the nearest fast-food joint and ordering the greasiest, most unhealthy thing on the menu, with a large soda on top of that. The sugar and caffeine would hopefully kickstart you enough to stay awake for a few hours, at least. Then you could get a coffee and that would last you the rest of the way.

Tomorrow was a Monday, and you didn’t have any morning classes, so you’d be able to sleep in comfortably. Thank God for small mercies.

Everyone in the store stares at you point blank as you sit down with your tray, unwrap your burrito, and bite off a very unladylike portion. You ignore them. Your head pounds with the aftereffects of using your ability under pressure, and your feet are sore as hell from the three-inch heels on your boots.

Oh, only women knew the pain of looking good while you kicked ass. Something you and Glamour Girl had bonded over plenty of times.

You finish eating and walk back out, soda in hand, sipping casually as you pull out your phone to text Jennie.

You: hey babe im not coming home 2night Jen: oh yeah? are u with brunch boy Jen: cause if u are, GO GIRL You: nope but i have another date w him on tuesday. ahhh You: im at another friend’s place. studying for that test in gov u know Jen: got it got it You: have breakfast ready for me pls i’m pulling an all nighter Jen: sure babe Jen: love u Jen: ace that test ok You: love u too

You sigh and tuck your phone away. It was going to be a long night.

You almost drag yourself down the street at 5 am the next day. You’re sure you must look like death, even with the mask on. You’d been hoping it would be a quiet night, but you just stopped four muggings, a drug overdose, a date gone awry, and a man from pulling a gun on his family. Then you’d been called in for an emergency and hurried to the scene - all the way across town from where you were - only to have a kid ask you to get his cat out of a tree.

Still, you have one more stop before you get home. You make your way to the end of the street, where the warehouse looms, dingy and small. You swear it’s much bigger on the inside. When you push the loose window in the front wall open, the dark interior stares back at you. Empty.

You’re almost disappointed he’s not here.

You get a notepad and pen out of your backpack - both of them predictably fuschia, obviously you - and scrawl out a note quickly.

Meet me at the Spire, midnight. We’re discussing battle tactics.

♡ Rush

Pausing, you squint at your writing. Then you scratch out the heart, a habit from the hundreds of autographs you’ve signed.

You take advantage of the emptiness of the warehouse to quickly strip out of your costume and into your clothes from yesterday, one of your nicer blouses and a pleated skirt. Then you trudge out, look from side to side to make sure no one’s watching, then start the walk home.

The Spire isn’t it’s official name, but that’s what it’s called in the super world - the tallest building in the city, one hundred fifty floors, a perfect vantage point to watch the downtown area. And a place where no one would question your presence.

You wait, legs dangling off the edge precariously, chin in the cradle of your hands as you watch the cars a thousand feet below zip past like ants. As much as you care for them, as much as you love them - the people of this city are just as insignificant to you as they look from this height. All of them, spread out below you - yet you know nothing. There’s this huge barrier between you and everyone else. Because you’re a super. Because you’re idolized, you’re put on a pedestal. They probably forget you’re a person under that mask, a person with a real life who goes to school and works and goes out with friends and does all the other normal people things they do.

With the exception of being super, of course.

Sighing, you shift your gaze from the ground to the sky. It’s cloudy, overcast, and you can feel your hair frizzing up. Maybe it was a bad idea to pick the tallest building around for miles as your meeting place.

“Hey.” You don’t turn around as Dynamo appears, floating down to sit next to you. Thankfully, he keeps his distance, staying a good foot away from you. Any further and you wouldn’t be able to hear each other over the lashing of the wind. “What’d you want to discuss?”

You finally move to face him, pulling your legs up onto the roof and sitting with your elbows over your knees. “We know a little more about the Dragon now. He’s-”

“I know,” Dynamo cuts you off. “Metallokinesis. Super ultra powerful. A recluse, showed up out of nowhere. That’s what they briefed me at the V.A.” He sighs. “Depressing, huh? And I thought I was the most powerful super in the city.”

“Second only to me,” you cut in, grinning. “But seriously, they didn’t tell you anything else? No secret villain-only info?”

“Nope,” he says. “Half of the villains want to side with him, anyway. They’re suck-ups. So it’s a need-to-know basis. We’re mostly just supposed to stay out of the way.”

“You don’t plan on doing that, do you?” You watch him carefully.

He doesn’t waver. “I teamed up with you for a reason, partner.”

For once, you wish you could see his face. Then you push the thought away, shocked. It was better you kept your lives secret. Even within the heroes, none of you revealed your identity - not even to the NSN. It always got too messy.

You don’t reply to his statement. “They want me to raid his possible hideouts.” He opens his mouth to continue but you keep going. “No intel yet. Apparently he was remotely controlling that thing.”

“I figured as much. Metallokinesis, right? It’s got range.”

“Yeah, so they want me to find him out.” You swallow. “I want you with me.”

His response is instant. “Okay. I’m with you.”

“Not just this one,” you say. “All my missions. We’re a team now, we have to fight together. I’ll talk to my superiors.”

“I...okay.” Now he looks taken aback.

You stand up, brushing off your suit, bracing yourself against the wind. You reach your hand out to help him up. “Please don’t shock me this time.”

He takes it, and the tingles of electricity that shoot up your arm are warm and pleasant, like laughter. When he stands to face you, you notice that he’s actually not that much taller than you. Nor is he particularly bulky or intimidating. He actually has a lean, average physique, fit from the years of supervillain-y activities. Huh. Perception really changed things.

“When do you want to meet next?”

You look away, thinking. “Not tomorrow. Besides, I don’t yet have any info from the NSN,” you say. “We could do a little spying of our own, if you want.”

“Wednesday?”

“Yeah, sounds good.” You move toward the edge of the roof. “Bye, Dynamo.”

Just as you’re about to go, he calls after you. “Rush?”

“Yeah?”

“You can actually call me Chen. If you want.”

Your lips quirk into a small smile - at the same time your heart rate picks up. “That isn’t your real name, is it?”

He laughs. “No. But it’s the name I picked for myself when I first decided I wanted to be a supervillain. I like it better than Dynamo.”

Your smile widens. “It suits you. See you on Wednesday, Chen.” Then with a running start, you dive off the edge of the roof, plummeting down, the wind on your face like a thousand tons of force. With a loud whoop, you fall faster and faster, until you’re almost all the way down and then suddenly you blink - and you’re safely on the ground.

Sometimes, having an ability was seriously great.

Paragon was a borderline indie bar/club/thing that you’d gone to often, but not often enough to be familiar with. Today it’s packed. For a Tuesday, that’s pretty incredible. The tables are all crowded, the floor in between filled with people talking to each other and dancing in the music that plays lightly over the speakers. The stage, however, is still empty.

You pull out your phone.

You: im so anxious. there’s so many people here Jen: on a tuesday??? wowwww You: yeah i wonder if they’re all here for him though You: because if they are??? You: i literally will not be able to handle it Jen: ;) You: jennnnnnn come on

When she doesn’t reply, you sigh and put your phone away. Just in time, too. The whole crowd goes strangely quiet as a light flicks on stage, and then a figure is walking out and standing at the single mic. He takes a minute to fix it up, tapping and mouthing something to someone backstage, who finally gives a thumbs-up.

“How’s everyone doing tonight?” he says. A cheer goes up and you’re surprised when you even hear a couple I-love-yous screamed out. “I’m Jongdae and I’ll be your entertainment. Have a wonderful evening.”

Music starts up immediately, a strong electronic and jazz sort of fusion that has everyone drawn in by the energy. And then he starts singing and holy shit, you’ve never heard anything like it before. His is the most lively voice, warm in timbre and perfect in pitch. You know enough about music to tell his vocal technique is near perfect.

It’s obvious why the crowd’s so huge. He’s something else.

You spend the whole one hour show with your mouth slightly open, as he goes from song to song and shows off his amazing repertoire. From ballads to 80’s pop hits to electronic, he can pretty much sing anything. Near the end of the show you realize you’ve somehow made it to the front of the crowd. Here the press of people cheering and dancing is more than ever, and you just stand there, entranced.

It’s more than disappointing when he finishes up for the night and thanks everyone, waving enthusiastically as he disappears backstage. From there the people start to disperse, but there’s still a lot of people in the building for a Tuesday.

You decide to go looking for him.

Winding through the crowd, you skirt along the far wall and towards the door you saw him go through earlier. “Excuse me,” you mutter, nearly crashing into someone with a tray of drinks. Finally you make it, and even though the door is closed, you hold your breath and knock, thrice.

When no one opens up, you figure they must not hear you above the blaring music and knock again, harder this time.

The door swings open to reveal a scary-looking bouncer. You’re thrown off for a minute, but regain your confidence. “Uh, I’m Y/N,” you nearly yell. “Jongdae invited me.”

The bouncer guy eyes you up and down, then closes the door. You hear someone - Jongdae? - yell loudly from inside, then the door opens again and you’re ushered in quickly.

“Y/N,” Jongdae says, arms outstretched from his perch on a retro orange sofa. “You made it! I didn’t think you would.”

You shift on your feet, suddenly awkward. “Well, I did promise.”

He chuckles and pats the seat next to him. “Sit down. Want a drink?” You look at the table next to him, with a half empty bottle of wine, and realize he’s probably had a few drinks already. Unsure, you sit next to him on the sofa and take the glass he hands you.

“So, how’d you like it?” he wiggles his brows. The polite, simple Jongdae from your previous meetings seems to be gone; tipsy from alcohol and the high of his performance, he’s a lot more bold. A sheen of sweat still shines on his forehead, and his eyes spark as he looks at you.

“I loved it,” you try not to gush, but he must see it. “It was - incredible. You’re incredible.” Despite yourself, you blush.

“Thanks,” he says, a self-satisfied grin on his face as he leans back. “It means a lot more coming from you.” He winks. Your cheeks grow even hotter.

“Are you flirting with me?”

He takes a sip of his drink. “Only if you want me to be.”

You smirk back, feeling a little shot of confidence, your alter ego, come seeping in. “Well, in that case-” you reach out and put your hand on his arm “-please continue.”

He raises his eyebrow, obviously pleasantly surprised by your change in personality, but the drink is starting to hit your nerves and you only feel your adrenaline go up. “And what if I skip the flirting and go straight to propositioning you?”

“Try and see.”

His voice is close to your ear, breath warm on your skin. “How about we don’t go for dinner and you come over instead.”

“I don't know, don't you think it's a little soon for that?” Are you just imagining it, or are his lips on your neck? Blushing again, you feel your confidence waver for a minute. But then he’s really kissing you, and you're the one pulling him up from the sofa and towards the door.

He’s laughing as you drag him along. “Demanding, aren't we?” He still comes with you though, stepping out of the back of the building into a small alley.

“Which way?” you ask, looking left and right.

He just grins and pulls you down the alley, stopping in front of a monstrous-looking motorbike with yellow lightning bolt accents.

“Wow, I didn't peg you for a motorbike guy,” you say, a little anxious, but you take the helmet he gives you nevertheless. You climb on behind him, grasping around him loosely as the engine comes to life, and then fear overtakes your uncertainty and you’re clinging on to him for dear life, burying your face in his jacketed shoulder. He smells like standard men’s shower gel and vanilla and slightly like sweat - a scent that’s both comforting and exciting. Eventually, you gain the courage to watch your surroundings as you pass the downtown area and into an area with numerous apartment buildings.

“Wait, I thought you-”

“That’s my brother's place,” he cuts in. “I have my own.” You're both relieved and newly anxious that there won't be anyone else at his place.

Not that you were going to do anything. It would just complicate things. You’d had one-night-stands before - and they were one night stands because you snuck away right after. Usually your partner was too drunk to remember you and probably passed you off as a dream or someone else.

But it was different now, because you liked Jongdae. You knew him. Even with your limited time together, you could feel the beginnings of a bad crush, and even though you were willing to see where it went, the thought of a relationship still scared the crap out of you.

You had second thoughts suddenly. How would you explain it if you needed to leave this time? What if he asked too many questions, or rummaged in your bag, or you got too drunk and spilled your biggest secret? You almost grip his shoulders and ask him to turn around - just as you pull up in front of a fancy looking apartment building.

He parks. There’s no turning back now. “This is the place?”

“This is the place.” He hops off and then holds out his hand for you to take. As always, there are those familiar tingles dancing up and down your skin. You pull back your hand quickly, hoping it didn't look like you were being rude. Thankfully he doesn't seem to think so, and puts his hands in his pockets, humming a song from earlier that night as you begin to walk.

The door unlocks smoothly. He switches on the lights and you look around. Jongdae’s apartment is less personal than you expected it to be. It's also a lot more expensive than you expected it to be - everything is clean and modern, with decorative touches that have the hand of a professional and not a twenty-something guy who sings at bars. There are pictures of him and his family, but strategically arranged across the wall. His fridge has touristy-looking magnets that hold up printed out recipes and some scrawled notes.

He locks the door behind you. “I haven’t been spending much time here, so don't be surprised if you see dust or a stray sock or something,” he says, scratching the back of his head. Like he's nervous. You find it oddly cute. “Um, make yourself at home. I’ll see if I have anything to eat.”

You wander into his living room, which is more of the same. There are a few more photos of people who must be his parents and brother, a signed photo of him singing at another club, skin turned blue by the lights. You pick it up and look at it - study the electricity in his eyes and how alive he seems. So this is who he is.

“Is ramen okay?” he calls from the kitchen.

“I don't mind,” you call back as you put the photo back. There are some knickknacks: several small cat plushies, a jar full of coins and a handwritten note from someone named Kim Minseok, whom you guessed was Jongdae’s brother.

Jongdae enters the kitchen, two cups of ramen in both hands and a wine bottle tucked under his arm. He sets them down on the coffee table and doubles back for a couple of glasses. “Ramen and wine,” he says. “I know, I'm the epitome of hospitality.”

You giggle and take your share. “Thanks.” It's the instant stuff, but you're hungry and it tastes good.

Your teasing mood from earlier is gone, worn away by the ride here and the calm aura of his apartment. Right now, you just want to talk, lulled by the wine and the comfortable silence in between you as you eat.

You fumble for a place to start, going for an easy opening. “So, besides singing and eating brunch, what do you like to do?”

“Well, considering you just summed up my life in two activities, I’d say not much else,” he grins. “But Y/N, I barely know about you. What do you like to do?”

Usually you have a basic answer about your job ready to go, but this time you feel like you should be honest. Well, as honest as you can. “I’m actually a bit of a thrill-seeker,” you say tentatively. “I trained in mixed martial arts for a long time, actually. I like heights and horror movies and I have three tattoos.”

Jongdae actually looks impressed. “I would not have guessed that about you. I’m kind of proud I managed to scare you with my motorbike.”

“Surprisingly I've never been on one before,” you say. “But I really liked it. I’d love to go again.”

“Anything else you haven't done?” His eyebrows rose. “I’m not asking for the sake of future dates.”

“I’ve never been skydiving, for all my love of heights. You?”

“I’ve never actually sung in front of my parents. I think about that a lot.”

“Oh?” you finish up your noodles. “Why not?”

“Well, we're not really on good terms,” he says, looking down at his bowl. “I moved out early, because they didn’t approve of me trying to drop out of school. I started singing when I was sixteen, a few months after I moved in with my brother. So yeah. I haven't talked to them since then.”

“That’s kind of sad,” you say quietly. Your free hand inches across the space between you. “Why did you want to drop out of school, though?”

He shrugs. “I thought I had better things to do. Turns out they were just big dreams. I went back to school and graduated a year late.”

“What kind of things?” Against your will, your fingers have twined with his.

He smiles softly. “That’s a story for another time,” he says. “If you stick around long enough.”

“I plan on it.”

His grin widens. “Can I kiss you?”

“You already did.”

“Yes, but I didn't ask first that time.”

The corners of your mouth turn up. “Okay.”

He leans forward, excruciatingly slow. You close your eyes and swallow. It's not your second kiss, not even your twentieth, but it feels intimate and vulnerable in a completely different way. You actually care what he thinks, what he sees when he looks at you.

His lips touch yours, and you forget about the liabilities.

You wake, unsteady, in a room that's not your own. The covers are kicked off halfway and the other side of the bed is cold. You catch your reflection in the mirror across from you. You look exhausted, and there are a couple of wine-purple marks on your neck. Panic hits, sudden and familiar.

Shit. Did I -

You tiptoe out of the room cautiously. Jongdae is awake; you can hear him humming as he shuffles around the kitchen. Wary, you keep moving forward until he sees you and his face lights up.

“Good morning, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you to wake up anytime soon. You sleep like the dead.”

“Good morning,” you return, uncertainly. “Jongdae, did we, you know…I don't remember.”

“Don't worry, nothing happened,” he says, grabbing eggs out of the fridge. “Do you like them scrambled or fried?”

“Fried, please,” you say, leaning hesitantly on the counter.

“Right. We were talking and you fell asleep on me a couple times. You looked pretty tired, so I carried you to the bed.” He looks up at you, a reassuring smile on his face. “So yeah, nothing happened.”

Relief spills through you, evident on your face. “Good,” you say, and then quickly rectify, “I mean - I was drunk-”

“No offense taken,” he laughs. You’re quiet as he cracks the eggs into a pan, working a little clumsily, but singing absently as he does so. You close your eyes and listen to the honeyed sound of his voice, a song you’ve never heard before but one that still feels familiar nevertheless.

With a pang, you realize that you could get used to this.

And that terrifies you.

All of a sudden you want to get out of here. You clam up again, looking for an opening to leave - but he’s turning to you with a plate in either hand and the most blinding smile on his face, and you can’t help but stay a little longer.

a/n this is p long compared to what i usually write i’m actually surprised ? also is anyone else swooning over jongdae bc i am wow falling for your own character why dont you get an actual life mer

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cheollies · 7 years

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Fanboy!Seungcheol (Pt.2)

requested by anon: fanboy au where he and his bias get together

seungcheol was dead tired

his eyes were ready to close and he continued to fight the urge as he walked down to the convenience store at three in the morning

you see he had arrived home early that afternoon after attending one of your schedules to take pictures and update his blog

and well he spent hours, with occasional breaks to eat, use the bathroom and cry over you, he spent hours going through all his photos of you, choosing the best ones and doing minimal editing while adding his trademark on there

and well it was three in the morning and he still had a few more picture to go through so he decided,

he could drink five cans of coffee, eat junk food, and pull an all nighter because you also had filming in the morning

there he is, standing with his eyes slowly opening and closing as he tiredly holds his hand out to the coffee cans

and he hears it, the small jingle of the store and because he's seriously tall and can overlook the whole shelves

seungcheol quickly glances, and he sees this relatively smaller girl (height wise), hair straightened, covered with a black hat and a dark mask covering the majority of their face

but to seungcheol, something feels off, like he keep glancing because ‘why does she look kind of familiar’

and he's secretly following your figure move about, you're picking various snacks that were just piling up way too much and suddenly you're nearing him

seungcheol glances at you as you stand next to him and you glance at him and its kind of a glancing war since in both of your minds you two are like ‘soo familiar’

and it happens, at the same time,

“oh my god you're y/n”

“you're the fan! seungcheol? right?”

the worker is giving you two weird looks but you guys are giggling in front of the coffee

and there's this serene feeling between you two

because its three in the morning, both of you are dead tired and the whole fan-idol titles just disperse in the small convenience store and it feels like acquaintances running into each other randomly

you have five bags in your hand, all full of snacks and drinks that you were being forced to get by your members after losing a game

and seungcheol, the gentleman that he is, offers repeatedly to help carry them and you're kind of ‘idk how do I know if you're a crazy fan or not’

so seungcheol politely backs off, the first time

and the second time he runs into you, he carries them a quarter of the way to your studio

and what may have been just five minutes felt like heaven as he heard your voice, aimlessly talking about your members and their antics

and by the fifth time he runs into you, he's watching you enter your building, eyes wide awake at four in the morning, lips curling up as you wave cutely for him to go home and get some rest

he doesn't tell the guys, he feels as though those tiny moments in the store, the fifteen minute walk back to your studio, those are moments most precious to him, those are moments meant for just you and him

he knew he was in love

and it was a different feeling from when he watched you from afar

nooo, this was an entirely new feeling

because when you were on screen, he loved your loud voice, screaming and squealing at the other members, he loved watching you jump around excitedly and play games competitively

but when he talked with you or walked silently with you, it was the comfort of the air he loved

he loved your calm voice that spoke slightly slurred due to being tired, he loved the bags under your eyes that you once complained about, he loved having to walk a little slower sometimes because your tired body caused yourself to slow at night

he loved the off camera you

your members could sense something was different

because you didn't groan when hearing the words ‘who wants to buy snack’ instead you'd instantly shoot up, voluntarily leaving to purchase the goods

jokes began flying about every time you returned

‘ooohhh did you go see your boyfriend’

‘is he handsome? oh!! is it someone we know?’

the girls would giggle in the corner as you dumped the snacks in front of them

it was seungcheol who weakly asked you out

sitting crossed legged next to each other outside of the convenience store, ice cream in both of your hands as the store lights outside flickered

‘i like you, a lot. and im not saying this because I'm your fan. I'm saying this because, the highlight of my day is coming here at whatever time in the morning to sit and eat ice cream’ seungcheol laughs, he feels the air thicken as you continue to stare forward ‘you don't feel the same way, then its totally fine. I get it. you're a celebrity.’

you look at him ‘and what are you then’

seungcheol smiles, a tired toothy grin on his face ‘a fool who only looks at you’

and under the mask you blush, a deep red as you continue to eat your ice cream

‘Lets go before your members get worried’

seungcheol carries all the bags, and while he effortlessly lifts them as you two walk, he feels it, fingers sliding under the handle of the bag, slowly connecting themselves with his, your head falling on his shoulder

‘me too. I like you too’

and very slowly, you two develop a relationship that's built around midnight ice cream and lazily lying on each other under the flickering store light

on days you're really tired, when you're resting on his shoulder, snoozing silently, he wraps an arm around you, pulling your hat a little further over your eyes while he presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head

its a very secret relationship

the only person that knows is the very old man that runs the store overnight and he's so nice and polite that sometimes he lets you two use the back room when its raining

at fan signs (because seungcheol says he's gotta support his girl) you two are always subtle but sweet, its a short time where seungcheol can say what he wants lovingly and you get to say what you want back too

there's also hand holding that you two will do there and little sneaky smiles and winks along the way

and even at events, when you see him in the crowd of people, with his camera held up to his eye, you wink purposely at his camera and all he can do is grin

the boys in the group chat have no idea

because it seems all normal, like seungcheol still attends your fan signs and events, he still updates his blog, he still screams about you and how much he loves you

but it changes one day

jeonghan: SEUNGCHEOL HAS A GIRLFRIEND I SAW THEM

everyone: whhaat

jeonghan: THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS AND HE WAS HUGGING HER AND IT WAS ALL LOVEY DOVEY AND CUTE

seungcheol: pls stop

Soonyoung: does this mean you're dumping y/n

seungcheol: NO NEVER

and for a while its chaotic because well, to them, a girlfriend means no more fanboying and seungcheol has to insist that wasnt going to happen (obviously cause he's dating you)

two and a half years

he loved you every day for two and a half years

he watched your popularity grow, he watched you dance and sing with other men, he watched as you were tangled into romance scandals with other idols

but at the end of the day, he knew you would be with him, snuggled into the side of chest with your hair poking his skin, with your hand grabbing tightly at his shirt

and on a regular night, when you were tucked in between seungcheols legs, your back pressed against his chest as he tried to teach you to play the game

your phone rang loudly and you groan, picking it up with a cheery tone

and seungcheol hears you fall silent, very very silent, hes turned his expression towards you and he sees the horror on your face

and thats when his phone blows up

his phone dings from thousands of messages and when he checks, he sees pictures on the group chat, more specifically pictures of you and seungcheol sitting perfectly in front of the familiar store

‘its gonna be okay’ seungcheol reassures, he's pulling you close, a hand pressed against your neck for comfort and a hand rubbing circles. hes burying his nose in your hair, kissing the top of your head ‘we'll think of something. like I can just be a close relative’

you laugh and seungcheol smiles.

‘its time. I want to show off my handsome boyfriend to the whole world’

and the reactions are mixed, on one hand people are extremely happy for you and seungcheol, on the other hand, some fans have left completely

but seungcheol holds you tight, his breath steadily on your neck as he forces the phone out of your hand and he whispers ‘im your number one fan, who cares about those people’

and well, for Seungcheol, it took him a while to be able to calm the boys. and with all the screaming and screeching and phone calls of happy tears, Seungcheol was able to settle them down and explain that your relationship with Seungcheol was private

but you thought otherwise, you excitedly wanted to meet these boys that you had to stay hidden from for three years

And when you meet them, one by one, all you can do is smile as they screech in your ear, and when the excitement of the boys ran out, they treated you like family, like you were already one of the group, one of their own and it couldn’t have made you happier

Seungcheol watches you pinch the cheek of the small boy Chan, cooing at his baby like features, and Seungcheol just knows, he knows he wants to spend his entire life with you, whether if the public accepted or not, all he cared about was you

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHEOL #seungcheol #svt #seventeen #scoups #seungcheol scenarios #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #scoups scenarios #fanboy au

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dong-hyucks · 7 years

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Hello~~ How about a Lee Chanhyuk (AKMU) angsty imagine? 😅 I don't really have ideas I just appreciate these siblings so much, but maybe, how about something like he thinks you're cheating but really you're not and w/ a fluffy ending pls💕 thank you so much

Cheater ; Chanhyuk

Characters: Chanhyuk / Reader / ft. SoohyunGenre: Angst (happy ending)A/N: do ! not ! cheat ! on ! your ! significant ! other ! ! just ! dont ! this is v bad, im sorryyyy

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Hate. Hate. Hate. You down on your lip as you looked through your mail. Frankly, you were sick of it all. Ever since your relationship with Chanhyuk, one half of the Akdong Musician duo, had been revealed to the public, every letter you had received had been hand-written words of disgust, anger, and hatred. To be quite honest, you were somewhat impressed by your boyfriend’s fans ability to find more things to dote on, whether it be your fashion choices to the way you styled your hair. It was different every time, but at the end of the day you knew they all held the same message.

You don’t deserve him.

He deserves better.

You could go on, but you’d rather not. With a sigh, you took the new letters and put them with the rest; in a drawer located in your kitchen. A pile of hateful letters had begun to build after a fan had followed you home. Whenever he came over, you always told him not to open it; as it contained rather embarrassing photos of yourself. Lying to him felt terrible, but you couldn’t bring yourself to tell the truth.

You just wanted it all to end; all of the letters, all of the e-mails, all of the posts about you. You wanted time to go back, to when you and Chanhyuk were a happier couple, back when your relationship had been a secret. You scoffed at yourself, feeling internally belligerent toward your own thoughts. Before, you had wished for your relationship to go public. You had wished you could have dates with Chanhyuk without hiding, without fearing being caught.

In hindsight, you should’ve been content. You shouldn’t have rushed Chanhyuk to get permission from YG Entertainment’s president to reveal your relationship. You should have waited until you knew you could be strong enough to deal with the backlash.

In the end, you weren’t strong enough. Not at all. You were weak under the spotlight of his fans. Not that he knew, anyway.

Chanhyuk had seen posts and comments about you. It was inevitable. You, however, had told him you could deal with it, and that it’d go away soon. Yet another lie.

Even six months later, you couldn’t deal with it.

It didn’t go away.

You couldn’t do anything. You didn’t have the power to stop all of the hate from coming to you, nor did you want his career to fault. It didn’t take long after the hate had begun that you decided to brace the pain. Accept it.

Now, you were even lying to yourself.

A knock sounded at your apartment door, pulling you out of your thoughts. You glanced at the clock; 1:27. You had nearly forgotten about your date with Chanhyuk. Taking in a deep breath, you forced yourself to smile as you opened the door, revealing your boyfriend of four years.

He looked tired, but he had a small smile gracing his features. “Hey, [Y/N],” he said happily, bringing you into a hug before entering your apartment. “Ready for our date?”

With a nod, you gestured down the hall, to your bedroom. “I just need to get something really quickly,” you smiled at him again before trudging down the hall. You hid yourself in your connected bathroom, your heart racing. You glanced at yourself in the mirror. You had very eye-bags and your lips were chapped. You looked like a mess.

Shaking your head, you applied some lip balm and ran a hand through your hair in hopes of looking more presentable. You smiled again, staring down at your reflection. You nearly laughed at how fake you looked.

Without missing a beat, you went back out. Chanhyuk was waiting at your dining table, fidgeting with his phone. When he heard you coming, he looked up with a smile.

Your heart hurt at how sincere he looked. With a deep breath, you took his hand.

“Let’s go.”

Your date had started out fine. Chanhyuk took you out for ice cream (he had to take his mask off, which resulted in a group of fans flocking to you), completely oblivious to the sneers and glares people around you had been giving you. Whenever he’d look in anyone’s direction, their once nasty expression turned kind. Like always, you thought with a slight frown.

Not that you were any different. Whenever Chanhyuk would glance at you, you’d show him your best smile. You made it appear that everything was okay and that you weren’t, in any way, unhappy. The thought hit you then; you were just like his fans– pretending that all was well.

“Where do you want to go next?” Chanhyuk asked with a giddy expression. When he saw the funny look you had been giving him, he chuckled. “Sorry,” he mumbled bashfully, his shy nature appearing, “I just missed you is all. I’ve been up to my neck in practices and performances lately. This is our first date since a couple of months ago.”

“It’s okay.” You nearly winced at your tone. You truly hadn’t meant to sound so disinterested, and now Chanhyuk was the one giving you a look. “I’m proud of you,” you said through your teeth, “AKMU is gaining a lot of recognition; it makes sense that you’re busy.”

Chanhyuk looked eternally grateful as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pressing his lips against your temple in a small gesture of gratitude. “What did I do to deserve such an angel?” he asked, looking at you with a grin.

I could ask the same thing, Chanhyuk.

“Let’s go to a cafe. There’s a new one a few blocks from here,” you suggested. “I heard it’s good.

Chanhyuk agreed, pulling you along with him as you walked. As you made your way through the streets, you noticed people had been pointing cameras at you. Bowing your head, you bit your lip nervously. Chanhyuk, unfortunately, noticed your sudden distress. “Is everything okay?”

Your heart panged. Chanhyuk was such a gentleman to you– you felt horrible for lying to him all of the time. Shaking your head, you glanced over at him before diverting your eyes. “I’m fine.”

You wanted to punch yourself. Your exhaustion with the situation was catching up with you. Everything you had been saying sounded devoid of emotion, he was probably going to suspect something’s up. You kept your head down, missing the hurt that flashed in Chanhyuk’s eyes.

He knew you were lying.

The rest of the walk was silent, with you never lifting your eyes off of your own feet. Chanhyuk had let go of your waist, opting to simply walk beside you. You rubbed your arm, biting your lip for the umpteenth time that day.

The two of you soon reached the cafe. It was almost full, aside from a few empty tables, and was buzzing with laughter. Luckily, Chanhyuk had put his mask back on, so you weren’t recognized immediately. “Go sit down,” Chanhyuk said, his voice sounding strained. “I’ll order for us.”

You nodded, retreating to an empty table located in the corner of the cafe. You stared at the table, losing yourself in its pattern. You didn’t dare look up in fear of seeing another fan. You were so out of it that you didn’t even notice Chanhyuk sitting across from you with two drinks. “[Y/N]?”

You jumped at his sudden voice, looking up at him with wide eyes. Chanhyuk looked worried. “Are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

You licked your now dry lips as you sputtered out your answer, “I’m fine. You don’t have to ask.” With a quiet thank you, you took the drink you assumed was yours, bringing the cup to your lips. Chanhyuk frowned at your behaviour. Something was definitely wrong, he just didn’t know what.

His thoughts raced with numerous possibilities that may explain your down mood. Maybe you didn’t like the cafe, maybe he smelled bad (to which, he tried to inconspicuously smell himself), or perhaps you were just having a bad day. He shook his head subtly, keeping his eyes on you as he slowly took sips from his cup. Even if you were having a bad day, you would’ve told him.

Right?

Before he could come to anymore conclusions, his phone rang. You glanced up for the first time in a while. He apologized to you quickly before taking the device out.

Soohyun Accept ✓ | Decline

“Hello?” his voice was hushed as he spoke. You watched as his face dropped, his eyes nervously moving to look at you before looking down at his lap. “What do you mean? I thought we had the day off today.”

Ah. He was being called to work.

It didn’t take long before he hung up, turning to look at you with guilt. “I was called in–”

“I know. It’s okay; you can go.”

Chanhyuk looked shocked at your seemingly nonchalance, almost to the point where he felt hurt that you would just wave him off like that.

“I– alright. I’ll see you later.”

You stayed there in the cafe, your once hot drink going cold. You stared at the empty seat across from you and frowned. Silently cursing yourself, you dropped your head into your hands.

“Excuse me, are you alright?”

You looked up and saw a man, who couldn’t be that much older than you. He was wearing an apron with the cafe’s logo so he must be an employee. “I’m fine,” you lied again. The man rolled his eyes, moving to sit across from you. You blinked at his boldness, pushing yourself back in your chair.

“I’m Hyunbin, it’s nice to meet you.” You stared at his outstretched hand skeptically, before shaking it. “I saw your boyfriend leave. Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Why do you care?” you asked with a sigh. You didn’t mean to sound so foul, but your mood had dropped quite a bit once Chanhyuk left, and Hyunbin mentioning it didn’t exactly make you feel better. “Besides, don’t you have other customers to tend to?”

Hyunbin chuckled at your attitude, leaning back in his chair with a raised brow. “My shift just ended and I’m bored, so hey– why not talk to the sad looking person in the corner.” He looked at you as if he expected you to laugh at his excuse of a joke. When you kept a straight face, he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Glad to know I’m a form of entertainment for you,” you muttered, moving to leave.

Before you could even leave your chair, Hyunbin reached over the table and held your wrist, keeping you in place. “Wait,” he said, his carefree expression gone serious. “I was kidding.” He paused for a second, furrowing his brows as he thought hard about something. “You don’t even have to tell me what’s wrong–”

“Nothing is wrong,” you cut him off.

Not caring, he continued. “You can just talk about anything! Puppies, kittens, the sky, the coffee; anything.” You stared at him curiously. Why did he care so much? “Because you look sad and I don’t like seeing people be sad.” You blinked, only then realizing you had voiced your thoughts outloud. “C’mon, just sit down with me, please? I’ll even buy you another drink; yours is cold.”

The thought of a free drink tempted you. He was right, your drink did go cold, but you were still cautious. With a sigh, you relaxed in your chair, crossing your arms. “Fine.”

You watched as he lit up with delight, before bounding off the the counter and ordering. You rested your chin on your palm, glancing back at him. The thought of just freely talking to someone was tempting. As much as you wished you could do the same with Chanhyuk, you worried that you would slip and expose everything you had been hiding.

Memories of the letters you received that morning flashed in your mind, making you frown.

“You look sad again,” Hyunbin whined, as he sat across from you. He had the same drink Chanhyuk had ordered for you in his hand. He placed it in front of you before sitting down again. “What’s up?”

You raised a brow, “I thought I wasn’t being forced to talk about it.”

Hyunbin laughed, shaking his head. “Let’s talk about anything. Maybe it’ll lift your mood.” You pursed your lips. “Okay,” he mumbled, sensing your hesitation, “I’ll think of something.” He did, and he thought for a very long minute. “Music! What kind of music do you listen to?”

You couldn’t help but realize how the male in front of you resembled a puppy. Throwing caution into the wind, you opened your mouth to respond.

Chanhyuk panted as the music slowly came to an end. He held his position until it the song completely faded away, then proceeded to collapse onto the cold floor of the practice room. Soohyun, who was in the midst of packing, frowned at her brother. “Go take a break,” she told him, noting the exhaustion that was apparent in his expression. “You’ve been dancing straight for hours.”

He looked over his shoulder at her, making her gape at him. “What’s up?” she asked, putting her bag back on the chair it was once on. “You haven’t said a word since you got here and now you look all depressed. Did something happen on your date with [Y/N]?” Soohyun put a hand on her hip, her brows closing together as she inspected Chanhyuk’s expression. When he didn’t answer, she sighed. “Did they get upset because you had to leave?”

After staying silent, Chanhyuk finally shook his head. “[Y/N]… looked upset for practically the whole date.” He grumbled something incoherent under his breath, pushing his hair back. “They’ve been like this for a while and I have no idea why,” he mumbled, frustrated beyond belief. He remembered how down you looked as you walked before, his heart clenching at the thought. “Maybe I did something.”

Soohyun took a deep breath, exhaling slowly as she thought over Chanhyuk’s situation while he moved to turn the music back on. Chanhyuk, due to being very later to practice, had to keep practicing for the amount of time he missed; which was two hours. Soohyun, however, was allowed to leave. “I can go over to their apartment and ask. Maybe they’ll tell me.”

“Why would they tell you what’s wrong but not me?” Chanhyuk asked, his voice low. Soohyun frowned at her brother’s pitiful kicked puppy look.

“There are some things [Y/N] might not be comfortable with telling you yet.” Though she felt bad saying it, she knew it was the truth. Some of her friends had confided her with things they couldn’t tell their significant other in the past, so perhaps you was going through something similar.

When Chanhyuk nodded, Soohyun went back and grabbed her bag. “I’ll text you,” she bid goodbye, slinging her bag over her shoulder as she tightened her ponytail.

Their manager was outside the room, fiddling with his phone. “Ready to go?” he asked, putting it away after noticing her. She nodded, following him down the hall and out of the building to their van. “Could we make a quick stop? It shouldn’t take too long,” Soohyun asked after buckling herself in. The manager nodded, following her directions in silence.

It wasn’t long after they entered the van that they arrived at your apartment. “I’ll be here,” the manager nodded at her, taking the car out of ignition. Soohyun bowed quickly before rushing into the apartment building. She didn’t have her mask on her, so she had to hide her face with her sleeve. Making her way up to your floor via the elevator, Soohyun tapped her foot, humming to Akdong Musician’s new song. The elevator dinged and she bounded down the hall to your familiar door.

Upon turning a corner, Soohyun stopped dead in her tracks. She watched with wide eyes as a man wrapped his arms around you in a hug. You weren’t pushing him away at all– you were smiling up at him. “Thanks for tonight, Hyunbin. It really cheered me up,” she heard you say to him.

Soohyun held in a gasp, covering her mouth. You weren’t cheating on Chanhyuk, were you? She felt anger bubble in her stomach. Yes, she adored you; Soohyun thought you were really nice, but Chanhyuk was family and came before anyone, including you. Taking her phone out, she took a photo quickly before turning on her heel and walking off before either of you could see her. She couldn’t confront you directly, especially not out in the hallway where anyone could see.

Despite her suspicions, Soohyun hoped to every deity there was that she was wrong.

Chanhyuk leaned against the mirror, his hot breath fogging up his reflection even further. Beads of sweat travelled down his temple as he chugged down his bottle of water. He paused when he heard his phone go off. He wiped his brow, dragging his feet over to where he kept his phone. He had received a text from Soohyun.

Did she already talk to [Y/N]?, he thought, opening the text quickly. When he saw what the text contained, his heart dropped. His already heavy breath grew heavier, his eyes widening. Along with her small message, I’m sorry, Soohyun had sent a picture of you and another man.

You looked happy.

Though completely exhausted, Chanhyuk felt himself grew angrier by the second the longer he stared at the photo. He hadn’t seen you truly smile for months; so why were you smiling like that with someone else? His eyes trained on your shoulder, where the man had his hand. He seemed familiar, but Chanhyuk couldn’t remember, nor did he care.

Without a second thought, he went to your contact.

You were still smiling when you entered your apartment, having just sent Hyunbin off. After he asked you about music, the two of you hit it off. You talked for hours, something you only realized when his boss came out and told you that the cafe was closing. Hyunbin had then offered to walk you home. If it hadn’t been close to midnight, you would’ve declined his offer, but since you had to walk you didn’t see a problem with it.

At the end of the night, you were even able to tell Hyunbin about the hate letters you had been getting. Hyunbin had comforted you about it, offering advice on how to get passed the hate. “You should tell him about the letters,” he had said before leaving, “he’ll understand why you’ve been acting so distant if you do.” With a nod, you decided to tell him in the morning, since he may be tired or busy from work.

Before you even reached your bedroom, your phone dinged, signaling you were getting a text. You smiled when you saw Chanhyuk’s name pop up, but it wasn’t long before your happiness dwindled.

Chanhyukie ♡ ; 11:39 PM Let’s break up.

You wanted to scream. Tears fell from your eyes, as your body shook. Your knees buckled causing you to collapse, your things falling around you with a loud thud. Soon, you got another notification.

Contact Chanhyukie ♡ has blocked you.

Weeks had passed since then. It was announced that you and Chanhyuk had broken up, the massive amount of articles about it adding insult to injury. The hate letters and emails seem to have ceased, but in their place was the burning feeling of sorrow. Everything seemed much too melancholy to you. Hyunbin had visited your apartment, obviously seeing some of the articles, but you never answered the door. You had only left your apartment to get groceries, but even then you were barely out for an hour.

No matter how many times you texted or called Chanhyuk, you knew he wouldn’t answer. He did block you and it seems that Soohyun did as well

Hyunbin had also tried to text you, but you muted his contact. You couldn’t bring yourself to block him, but you truly weren’t in the mood to talk to anyone, unless it was Chanhyuk. Call it selfish, but you didn’t want to talk to anyone but him. You wanted answers, and you wanted to tell him about everything.

You trudged through your apartment, making your way to the kitchen. The photos that had been hanging on your refrigerator door were turned around. They were, after all, photos of you and Chanhyuk. There were so many around your apartment, you were almost shocked to see the abundance of photos that reminded you of your relationship.

You flinched when someone started to pound on your door. You sighed, going over to the foyer. “Hyunbin if that’s you, stop. I’ve already gotten complaints from the neighbours about you making too much noise,” you scolded, hugging your blanket around you tighter. The knocking stopped, but you didn’t hear the sound of ceasing footsteps.

“If you don’t want anymore complaints, open up,” you heard Hyunbin say. With a groan, you opened the door. Hyunbin jumped at the sight of you– being very transparent with his thoughts.

“Look,” you mumbled, tired, “just go home. I don’t know why you keep bothering with me, we hung out once.”

Hyunbin’s expression dropped, the corners of his mouth conforming into a frown. “I thought we were friends,” he mumbled with a hurt look. You groaned again, opening the door completely. You cursed yourself for giving in so easily as he brushed passed you and into your apartment.

“How are you?” Hyunbin asked after you closed the door. You narrowed your eyes at him, before turning away.

“Take a guess,” you muttered, taking a jug of orange juice out of your fridge. He watched in silence as you poured a glass, sliding it over to him over the counter. Hyunbin made a noise, jumping to stop the glass before it slid off the counter. You poured yourself a glass before leaning against the stove to look at him.

“If you don’t mind me asking, how did you break up?” Hyunbin asked after taking a sip, “I thought you said you were going to tell him about the letters. You looked down at your glass, tracing your finger over the rim of it. You swallowed thickly before looking back up.

“He broke up with me. Through text.”

The look Hyunbin gave you was one of offence and shock. He hastily placed his cup on the counter and made his way over to you. Bringing you into a hug, he rubbed your back slowly. “He must’ve been a real asshole to break up over text,” he grumbled, pulling away.

You shook your head, looking down once again. “No, Chanhyuk’s not an asshole. He’s quite the opposite, actually.” You, like Hyunbin, placed your glass on the counter. “I just wish he told me why he broke up with me, or at least unblock me so I can ask and explain my attitude.”

Hyunbin huffed. “You know what you need? A shower–” You gave him a glare. “– and some time outside.” Before you could object, he brought your glass up to your mouth, effectively silencing you. “Don’t lie to me, I know you’ve barely been out since you broke up.” He began to frown, “do you not have a job?”

The thought of a job hit you suddenly. You let out a moan of frustration as you covered your face with your hands. “I was looking for a job before the break up. I completely forgot.” You thought of your soon-to-be empty wallet and frowned. Getting a job added to your list of stressful things in your life.

“Hey,” you mumbled after a moment. “Is the cafe hiring?” Hyunbin’s eyes lit up, exactly like a puppy who got a treat for being good.

You stood with a straight back as you smoothed over the wrinkles on your apron. Hyunbin had helped you update your resume and eventually, you got hired at the cafe. It was great to do something after moping around uselessly for three weeks.

At first, it was truly difficult. Some of the customers had recognized you as Chanhyuk’s ex-lover and some had the nerve to ask you very personal questions about the entire ordeal (questions that Hyunbin had helped you out with). It didn’t take long before you knew how to deal with such customers yourself, something that Hyunbin bragged about for you.

“Hey,” Hyunbin poked his head into the room. You glanced up from the coffee machine and up at him. “Can you take over for me? A customer just ordered a drink I haven’t taught you yet.” You nodded, quickly finishing the current drink before heading out. You made your way to the cash register without looking up.

“Caramel macchiato,” you called, placing the drink on top of the counter. You glanced over at the next customer in line, freezing when you made eye contact. You hadn’t expected them to go to the cafe though it was, of course, possible. Forcing a smile, you clenched your fists beneath the counter, away from their eyes. “What can I get for you today?”

Soohyun and Chanhyuk looked at you with wide eyes. Though they had caps and masks on, you could very easily recognize them, having spent the past five years with the siblings. Quickly, Soohyun elbowed Chanhyuk in the stomach, who seemed to be too surprised to answer.

“I’ll have a medium iced coffee and he’ll have the same, but a large,” Soohyun answered, obviously still in shock. You nodded, entering their order into the register. “That’ll be ₩5500,” you spoke through your teeth, trying your hardest to keep smiling, just as your boss had instructed for you to do.

After exchanging the necessary amount of money, Hyunbin came back out with the complicated drink. You narrowed your eyes at him, noticing that it was a simply a cup of black coffee, the first drink you had learned to make. “I’ll take over now, [Y/N],” he said with a grin. You poked his stomach in retaliation, smiling naturally when he flinched away from you.

You looked back to the siblings, who had been watching your interaction, before rushing to the back to make their orders. You felt as though you couldn’t breathe when you were out there. Holding a hand against your heart, you leaned over the metal counter. You were thankful that it was a slow day, otherwise you would’ve had to rush.

Quickly making their drinks, you came back out and called their orders. Before they could even get the drinks, you stumbled back into the backroom. Hyunbin followed after you, frowning. “What was that?” you mumbled, gently hitting his shoulder. “You did that on purpose, you jerk.”

“I’m sorry,” he drawled, “I thought seeing you would make him feel at least some ounce of regret but they just left as soon as they got their drinks.” He quickly dodged your hand when you moved to jab his stomach again.

“Go back out there,” you shooed him out. “We still have customers you know.” With a pout, Hyunbin followed your orders. Now, alone in the room you closed your eyes. You could hear your heart pounding.

Damn Chanhyuk, you thought, damn him for still having this affect on me.

After his shift, Hyunbin closed up the cafe. Because it was such a slow day, a few of your other coworkers were allowed to leave early, leaving you and Hyunbin. You had gone home an hour before, with Hyunbin’s permission, leaving him alone. He sighed, walking off in the direction of his home.

He saw you beating yourself up earlier, after seeing Chanhyuk. He felt horrible for making you face him again, when it appeared that you weren’t ready. On the other hand, he felt angry. How could Chanhyuk just break up with you out of nowhere? Through text, no less. Truthfully, after hanging out with you, Hyunbin had started to feel something for you, but he wouldn’t dare act on his feelings.

He could tell that you still loved Chanhyuk.

Hyunbin looked up. He always passed the YG Entertainment building on his way home, something he thought was really cool. He stopped walking upon seeing a duo walk out, talking to each other distinctively. It seemed that they saw him as well because, after looking in his direction, they stopped talking.

Though he felt scared, Hyunbin walked over to them. “Chanhyuk,” he began, “could I talk with you?” Chanhyuk exchanged a glance with Soohyun, who wore a worried expression. “It won’t take long, or rather, it shouldn’t.”

Chanhyuk nodded, ushering Soohyun to their company van. He and Hyunbin moved away from the van for privacy. “What do you want to talk about?” Though his words were proper, Chanhyuk’s tone held hostility and caution.

Hyunbin tilted his head. He assumed that Chanhyuk could figure it out on his own. “[Y/N],” he answered simply. “I want to talk about [Y/N].”

Chanhyuk paused. “Go on.”

“Why did you break up with them?”

Chanhyuk looked surprised for a second, before he looked away, scoffing. “I thought they’d be able to put the pieces together, but guess not.”

Hyunbin narrowed his eyes at him, “Put the pieces together? You broke up with them over text without an explanation. How could [Y/N] simply put the pieces together?”

“They weren’t faithful,” Chanhyuk mumbled, “Probably hadn’t been for weeks before we broke up.” Chanhyuk turned and glared at Hyunbin, “Don’t act like you don’t know. Soohyun sent me a picture that day– a picture of you and [Y/N]. Honestly, I’m surprised I didn’t see it before. They were always so distant and they would shy away from me–”

Unable to contain himself, Hyunbin reached forward, grabbing Chanhyuk by the collar of his jacket. Anger coursed through his veins, as he shook the boy violently. “You think [YN] cheated on you? With me?” he spat, glaring at him. “You’re a real idiot, you know that? [Y/N] would never do something like that, much less with me.”

“What–?”

“No matter how I feel toward [Y/N],” Hyunbin confessed, “they will never feel the same. You know why? Because they still love you! I don’t know why but they do. They still love you even though you refuse to see the truth.”

Chanhyuk tried to push Hyunbin away, but he was both taller and stronger than him. “You want to know why [Y/N] started acting strange? Because every goddamn day they received hate. I’ve seen them– the letters they stashed away in the kitchen. You didn’t even hear them out.” Recognition flashed through Chanhyuk’s eyes once he mentioned the kitchen. “They pretended to be okay because they didn’t want to worry your sorry ass. Even now, they still pretend. After you left the cafe, [Y/N] retreated to the back and was distracted for the rest of their shift because of you.”

With a huff, Hyunbin let go of Chanhyuk, not bothering to help him when he lost his footing and fell back. “[Y/N] never cheated on you,” he said, backing up. “And you’re an idiot for not seeing that.”

Without another word, Hyunbin walked off to his house. Soohyun watched him walk away from the van, surprised when Chanhyuk didn’t follow. Exiting the vehicle, Soohyun went back to where they had walked off to. When she got there, Chanhyuk was still on the ground, staring at his shoes. “Chanhyuk?”

It didn’t take long before she realized he was crying. “They didn’t cheat on me,” he stuttered, wide eyed. “I broke up with [Y/N] and they didn’t even cheat–” he cut himself off, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Guilt struck Soohyun like a truck at full speed. Her brother’s sadness was because of her, and no doubt [Y/N] had suffered as well.

Biting back her own tears, she fell to her knees and hugged him. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled into his hair. “This is my fault.”

After a while of just sitting on the ground, Soohyun felt determined. She got up, dragging Chanhyuk with her. “We’re going to [Y/N]’s apartment and you’re going to make up with them,” she decided, pulling him into the van. After telling their manager the address again, she turned to Chanhyuk.

“I’ll apologize for the misunderstanding as well,” Soohyun said with a sad smile, “This all happened because of me after all.” Chanhyuk didn’t refuse to go, nor did he speak. He merely nodded, and watched the scenery pass by as their manager drove to the apartment building.

When they arrived, Chanhyuk could almost feel his heart pounding out of his chest. He felt nervous. You probably weren’t going to forgive him; he had broken up with you in such a heartless way and then ignored you for weeks after. The ride in the elevator was suffocating, both of the siblings drowning in guilt.

When they reached your door, Soohyun stopped. “Stay out here for a second, yeah? I don’t know if [Y/N]’ll be ready to see you out of nowhere.” Soohyun pushed Chanhyuk a few doors away before knocking on the door.

You opened the door seconds later, startled upon seeing Soohyun. Before you could close the door, Soohyun stopped the movement with her hand. “What do you want, Soohyun?” you asked, your voice weak. You trained your eyes on the door handle, unwilling to meet eyes with the woman who you called your best friend prior to the breakup.

Soohyun frowned at your disheartened state, her heart panging when you refused to make eye contact. “I just want to explain some things,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. You finally looked up at her. Soohyun held sincerity and guilt in her eyes; enough to make you give in. With a sigh, you let her in, closing the door behind you.

Soohyun pursed her lips, pressing her fingers against one another in hopes of calming her nerves. “Chanhyuk broke up with you because of me,” she said quietly. You whipped your head toward her, a feeling of betrayal hitting you quickly. “The day he broke up with you I came here, and when I did I saw you with the man from the cafe. I made assumptions and I sent a picture to Chanhyuk, which lead to…” she trailed off.

You stayed silent, absorbing the information quietly. “Do you,” Soohyun’s voice brought you out of your trance. “Do you still love my brother?”

The apartment went silent. The chatter of your neighbours buzzed through the thin walls of your apartment, their voices being the only obvious noise. You thought back to earlier in the day, when they had visited the cafe. Just seeing him again made your heart race out of control. You started to laugh weakly, surprising Soohyun. Running a hand through your hair, you looked to Soohyun with glazed over eyes. “Yeah,” you said simply, your voice cracking. “I do. It’s pathetic of me, but I still love him.”

The door opened.

You didn’t have to look up to know it was Chanhyuk. No one else would blatantly barge into your apartment unwelcomed, much less after what you had just confessed. “I’ll leave you two alone,” Soohyun coughed, quickly retreating out the door. You stayed where you were, not moving to greet your new guest.

Sighing, you turned to him. “Would you like a drink–”

“I’m so sorry, [Y/N].” You ignored the fact that he cut you off, standing stiffly on the spot. “I shouldn’t have broken up with you like that without finding out what actually happened. That was completely unfair to you.” Chanhyuk made his way over to you, stopping a mere metre away from you. You could easily smell his cologne from where you stood, the distinctive smell bringing back happier memories. You noticed that his eyes were bloodshot.

“You weren’t the only one who was unfair,” your voice quavered. “I was lying to you, after all.”

With a nod, Chanhyuk moved to grab hold of your hand, freezing momentarily when you moved away. “Your friend told me about the letters you got,” he started, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize.”

You bore into his eyes exasperatedly. “Stop apologizing,” you uttered. “What happened was because I lied to you about it. You broke up with me because I led you to think I was being unfaithful to you.”

Chanhyuk reached out to hold you, this time succeeding. “We’re both at fault here then,” he murmured, bringing you into a hug. His warmth surrounded you, and you found yourself slipping. Whatever walls you had attempted to put up around yourself to protect your own feelings from him had crumbled the moment he walked into the cafe.

“I’m sorry,” he choked. “I,” he paused, burying his face in the crook of your neck, “I still love you.”

You sat at your dining table, going through your mail.

Hate. Hate. Hate. Bills. Hate.

You bit your lip. Pushing the letters away, you rubbed your temple in hopes of curing your pounding headache. Shaking your head, you continued through the pile. Out of all of the envelopes, one in particular stood out.

You furrowed your brows at the baby blue envelope, flipping it over. There was no return address, the only words being your apartment number and address. You carefully opened it, revealing a piece of lined paper that had been folded with great care. It’s contents surprised you greatly.

Dear, Mr/Miss [Y/N]

It must’ve been hard, right? I read the articles… how can people call themselves fans when they send an innocent person hate? I think… you’re very brave for being able to smile through it all. I saw you today, at the cafe. Does that sound creepy? I swear I’m not a crazy fan! Um… anyway, I’m very happy for you and Chanhyuk! You guys are really cute together. I know it’s unrealistic to say that the hate will stop but… I wish you the best!

From, a very happy fan :)

You chuckled as you read the letter. It was obvious someone of a younger age had written the letter, as the writing was quite messy, though legible, and there were a few spelling mistakes. You soon felt pressure on your shoulder. You looked over, smiling at Chanhyuk who had begun to read the letter. When he finished, he too chuckled.

“Cute letter,” he beamed, turning to brush his lips against your cheek, his subtle warmth escaping from you far too quickly. “I’m off to practice,” he announced, standing straight.

Smiling up at him, you replied, “Drink water throughout, okay? I don’t want you fainting again.” Rolling your eyes, you stood to peck his lips quickly. “I’ll see you later.”

You watched as he left, before looking back at the short letter. Still grinning, you carefully put the letter back in its envelope and walked over to the kitchen. You put the small, blue envelope into the specific drawer that you had once avoided like the plague. The same drawer, however, was now filled with happier letters from fans.

You walked off, grabbing your keys and your jacket. With a deep breath, you stepped out of your apartment, feeling confident and euphoric with life for the first time in months.

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As the U.S. labor force crests again, a new complex of problems locks many Americans out of the workplace.

Even at so-called full employment, some 20 million Americans are left behind.

Theyre looking for work, out of the labor force but unhappy about it, or report working part-time when theyd prefer more hours, according to data released last week. Their plight comes even as the U.S. flirts with what economists consider the maximum level of employment for the first time since before the recession, having added 15.8 million jobs since the start of 2010. While some of Americas jobless are simply between gigs, those persistently stuck out of work are called the structurally unemployed.

President Donald Trump said wrongly last month that 96 million people are looking for work, having included Americans who are still in school, retired, or just uninterested. Yet his words resonated in a country where economic insecurity is distributed unequally and cruellyfar deeper in Mingo, W. Va., than in midtown Manhattan.

Because of where the structurally unemployed live, what theyve done, or the skills they lack, employers cant or wont hire them. The problems that keep today’s jobless stuck on the sidelines are different than those of past recoveries: a complex web of often interrelated issues from disability and drug use to criminal records.

Behind the statistics are people with 20 million unique stories. Here are five.

Fighting To Get Out of Mingo, W. Va.

Tyler Moores late-December drive to Louisville, Ky., was one of desperation. He was headed four hours west on Interstate 64 to interview for a job. Even if he landed the position, filling his gas tank had left him with $8 to his name. He would have to sleep at a friends place until he could earn enough to pay rent.

The 23-year-old had run out of options. Hed applied for dozens of jobs within an hour and a half of his hometown of Lovely, once a coal-mining stronghold. Instead of opportunities, he had found waiting lists.

Minimum-wage jobs, fast-food restaurants, Wal-Mart, anything like that, a lot of them has already been took, he says in an Appalachian drawl, explaining that the backlog just to interview was as long as a year. There are no jobs.

Moores story paints an extreme picture of how an economic environment can create a vicious circle of joblessness. While he is an imperfect job candidate, his flaws were molded by his upbringing in Martin County, Ky. and neighboring Mingo County, W. Va.

Moore takes advice from Therese Carew, a nun and counselor

His problems started in earnest in 2014. He had been living on his own for several years, having moved out at 18 after dropping out of high school, obtaining his GED, and going to work in security at a coal company. Moore is gay in an intensely conservative region, and he said he left school because of bullying.

Moore lost his job in late 2013 after smoking marijuana and failing a drug test. Though he found temporary work as a remote customer service representative, he lost that one when his mother died of a drug overdose in 2014 and he had to plan her funeral.

Deeply depressed and unemployed, he moved into an old Airstream camper propped on cinder blocks behind his fathers house, at the entrance to the litter-strewn trailer park that the older man owns in the misty hills of Lovely. There, surrounded by long-unemployed neighbors and rampant drug use, Moore began to abuse his medical prescriptions. I guess I used it as my crutch, in a way, he says.

Moore began getting in fights while drugged and was arrested twice. When he landed in jail for several months, he realized things needed to change. He graduated from a rehabilitation program in September, one year, one month, and 15 days after that last altercation. Since then, hes deepened his friendship with Sister Therese Carew, a Catholic nun who ministers to the region, and dedicated his time to job seeking.

Opportunities are few. Coal mines have been closing, and theyve taken most other businesses with them.

To employers outside the area, the fact that Moore is neatly groomed, soft-spoken, and polite cant mask his history. Whats more, hes the first to admit that the math skills he learned in the local public schoolswhere only eight in 10 students graduatearent up to par, and his speaking patterns are colored by regional grammar.

His situation is difficult, but Moore has found a reason to hope.

Coal work, once a mainstay, has become scarce in Appalachia

He didnt get the job for which he made that 240-mile (386-kilometer) drive, but he dropped in to his old rehab center on the way home. When he explained his predicament, the director of operations told him that he could come back until he gets on his feet. The group has found a job for him in plastics manufacturing that could turn full-time after a 30-day probation period. The position is enabling him to pay $100 a week in rent. Its a chance to build an employment record as he fights to have his record expunged.

Still, moving out requires a tough tradeoff: Moore would have preferred to stay close to home, because his family is still in Kentucky and his father is in his seventies. And the job probably isnt a pathway to wealth and ease. But what Moore wants most is mere self-sufficiency.

A simple lifestyle, but being able to have work: I aint got to have nothing exquisite, he says.

David Wolf wears his journey through drugs and crime on his arm.

Branded as Untouchable by a Felony Rap

These days, David Wolf doesnt allow himself to get excited by the news of a job offer. Most get rescinded within days. Its happened at least a hundred times, he said.

In 2012, Wolf was convicted of faking a name and Social Security number to get prescription painkillers. Now the 40-year-old father of three and former Marine, who has an associates degree from St. Petersburg College, has struggled to find employment. He’s received so many retracted offers that hes lost count.

I get more interviews that I can shake my stick at, but again, it always comes back around to the denominator of being a felon, Wolf says from his small, one-level ranch house in a Tampa, Fla., suburb, where religious imagery and family photos decorate his walls. For many, many years, I pretty much got whatever job I wanted. I was able to do anything I felt like doing. Its really been a humbling experience

Wolf researches employment options at a career center in New Port Richey, Fla

Wolf, whose chaotic life before he got clean included several domestic battery and drug-related charges, is one of the more than a half-million people who are released from U.S. federal and state prison every year. The influx occurs as the nation comes out of a decades-long war on illegal drugs. Implementation of stricter laws and tougher enforcement that led to a mushrooming of incarcerations and a booming ex-offender population. Before his identity theft conviction five years ago, Wolf held several jobs in sales and marketing, managed a call center, and served as a recruiter for the U.S. Marines. Since, he and his family have since lived off food stamps and cash assistance.

They wouldnt even hire me to sell Christmas trees at a Home Depot through an employment agency, he says. A lot of times the hiring managers feel like they have their hands tied, due to company policy. Its something that really needs to change. Not only can I not get a job, but I cant get a job with a living wage for my family. I have three children. I have a wife. Im not a bad guy.

Wolf shares his home with his second wife, his toddler, and a cat he gently picks up every time it scurries into the living room. Nearly half of U.S. children now have at least one parent with a criminal record.

A Corinthians verse, Love is patient, love is kind, love never fails, decorates a sofa cushion. Outside his living room window, children gather by a school bus stop as the morning fog lifts in the modest neighborhood of Holiday, Fla.

Less than a 10-minute drive away, he spends his free time volunteering at a Mormon church, where he also gets career training. A workshop book, The Lord Would Want You to Be Successful, rests on his living-rooms desk. Men with criminal records now account for about 34 percent of nonworking men aged from 25 and 54 years old, otherwise known as prime working age.

Family photographs on the piano at Wolfs home in Holiday, Fla.

Myself and many other felons, and were facing demons, downtime isnt a good thing, he says. Almost half of released inmates are arrested again within eight years, either for new offenses or for violating the conditions of their release. Were getting food stamps and cash assistance. We dont like being on it. But the society that looks down on those receiving assistance is the same society that wont hire me, and the same society that judges criminals when they reoffend.

He had the word forgiven inked on his forearm after a stint in rehab. On the worst days of his addiction, which started following a car crash more than a decade ago, Wolf remembers taking as many as 40 pills in one day. OxyContin, Percocet, and Vicodin were his usual ones.

It affected me, seeing guys that have sentences of 20, 30 years. This is a vicious, vicious circle, and were not going anywhere.

Leroy Moore, one of almost 9 million Americans who receive disability insurance, spends nearly half of his monthly check on his apartment.

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