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midnight-dreamerness · 3 years

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It’s Always Been You

(This is NOT my gif. Credit to the creator <3)

summary: Jay stopped speaking to you unexpectedly and then you see each other at Molly’s.

pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

warning: Curse Words??

word count: 2.4k

A/N: theres a slight mention of the reader being plus size…

You never thought you’d be replaced. But in came Erin Lindsay and suddenly she was all he talked about. And eventually he didn’t call anymore. He didn’t pull up in your driveway with pizza and a pack of beer out of the blue anymore. There were no Saturday movie nights or Monday monopoly despite you both knowing he always won.

You were lonely. After meeting Jay in high school, it was the two of you against the world. And when he left for the rangers, you were lost. But he came back to you. And you were the happiest you’ve ever been. But this time was different. You were losing him, falling right between your fingers right In front of your eyes and there was nothing you could do was watch from afar as he loved someone else and ached to be that someone.

Erin was a good person with a good heart. She was good for him. But you couldn’t help but hate that you couldn’t give him everything she could. Whatever that was you didn’t know. Maybe it was because you were bigger. Maybe it was because you were different. Whatever it was, you didn’t want to know. It would only break you in the end.

You tried to go out but it seemed the ghost of him followed you wherever you went.

You glanced at him for a moment, noting the stubble covering his jaw and remember how much you ran your hands over it giggling when he spun you around in the middle of his apartment.

You both were closer than normal best friends. You slept in the same bed and cuddled countless times. But every time you woke you he was gone.

Your friend snapped her fingers in front of your face with a laugh.

“You’re staring,” she commented, sniggering. You grimaced, biting at your lip and removing your intense gaze from the man across the room.

He was with a group of people but his arms were laying across the chair of the girl you wanted to hate but couldn’t.

“I hate nice people,” you grumbled, only making your friend laugh more. You ended up grinning, her laugh being contagious.

“Hello, ladies.” You now noticed the blonde who had walked up to your table, recognizing him from Jay's group from across the room.

“Hello, handsome,” you flirted, resting your chin on the palm of your hand, fluttering your eyes at him. He chuckled and ran a hand through his hair.

“I’m Adam. I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room. Can I buy you a drink, both of you?”

“You can buy her a drink. I’m going to talk to the guy who's been eyeing me since I walked in. Good luck!” Your friend exclaimed and started to walk away but turned around and added, “Oh! She likes the fruity stuff. Berry Lemonade Margarita is her favorite. Thank me later.” She gave the blonde, Adam, a wink before finally walking away. You place your hands in your hands, a blush settling over you cheeks.

“Berry Lemonade Margarita it is.” Adam said walking to the bar. You sat there and chuckled, shaking your head. You could feel eyes on you, so you looked up and met his eyes. His hand had fallen from behind Erins chair, a sad smile on his face. You looked away letting out a sigh. Adam was back in a matter of minutes, sliding your drink in front of you and settling in the seat in front of you, a glass of what looks like Whiskey in his hands.

“Thank you,” you muttered, giving him a small shy smile.

“You don’t talk much do you?”

“When I open my mouth I usually embarrass myself.” He only laughs, shaking his head.

You ended up talking for a good twenty minutes about anything and everything. He was easy to talk to but you couldn’t help but ache for another man who would glance at the two of you from across the room ever so often. He hated it. He hated watching Adam making you laugh. It was really his own fault. He has no right to be angry or jealous. But he was. All he wanted to do was march right over there and rip him from that seat. Instead, though, he watched from afar, detaching himself from the conversation his friends were having. You brightened up the room as soon as you entered, his eyes on you as soon as you stepped foot into Molly’s.

“You know Jay?” Adam asked, leaning back against the booth. You nodded, swirling the straw in your half empty drink.

“We were best friends. Things happen, though. People change.”

“Well you're glancing at him every couple of minutes so apparently something happened there.”

“Oh fuck, Adam. I’m sorry,” your shoulder slump as you feel the guilt build inside you. He simply laughs and shakes his head.

“No need to apologize. Does he know?”

You wanted to ask him what he meant but you knew. So you shook your head, “No.”

He purses his lip. “Have you thought about telling him?”

“Only a thousand times. Erin is good for him, though.”

“If Jay wanted to be with Erin he would’ve made it official. So clearly something is holding him back.”

You hated how your chest filled with hope that maybe he held back because of you. But he left you. Stopped calling. Stopped texting. Stopped everything.

“C’mon,” Adam said standing up, glass in one hand and the other held out for you to take. You gave him a curious look but took his hand anyway and grabbed your drink before he could pull you away. When you noticed the direction you both we’re headed you tried to stop but it was no use. The two of you had gained the attention of the entire group.

“Hey, this is my girl, (Y/N). This is Kevin, Kim, Erin, and Jay.” Adam said, pointing them all out with their name. You gave them all a shy smile and a wave. Anxiety filled you and you suddenly felt sick to your stomach.

“Oh no, has he talked your ear off yet?” Asked Kevin who only made the rest of them laugh, aside from Jay, who only glaring at him. He hated the way the words “his girl” fell from Adam's lips.

Your shoulders dropped as the anxiety left and you let out a small laugh.

“He’s getting there.”

You didn’t even have it in you to look into his eyes. You tightened your grip on Adam's hand, who simply nudged you towards the empty spot next to an African American man, who you now know as Kevin. Adam sat next to you, sending you a wink before throwing his arm over your chair.

“Truthfully. She loves me,” Adam says shrugging. You take a sip of your drink, eyes widen, a laugh nearly falling from your lips.

“I’m just waiting on my chance to run,” you suddenly spoke. There was a slight pause before laughs were heard around the table and a whine came from Adam.

“Babe, that is so mean,” Adam moaned, holding his hand over his heart as if you broke it.

You simply giggled and slapped his chest lightly.

A conversation started and you added in a couple of times but mainly you were putting your focus on avoiding his gaze or trying not to cry at the sight of his hand resting on Erins shoulder.

As a certain song came on, you were suddenly pulled into memories of only a couple months ago.

It was the night he made you dance with him. You remember giggling and letting him spin you until you were dizzy and ready to pass out. You remember how his hands fell on your hips to try and steady you before you fell. He was laughing the entire time until his face came close to yours. And he almost kissed you. He was so close and you prayed that he would. But he didn’t.

The memory only causes your heart to ache and knowing that the man you loved was sitting right in front of you with another girl on his arm made it ten times worse.

You wanted to scream and to cry but you trapped it inside, bottling it up until you could let it out once you got home.

The sound of your slurping pulled you from your thoughts. You were out of adult juice. With no intention of going home, you were going to need another drink to get you through the night.

“I'm going to get a drink. I’ll be back,” you told Adam before hopping out of your seat. He gave you a nod.

“Yeah, me too. Anyone want anything?”

You pushed through the groups of people trying to get away but there was no use, Jay caught your arm and pulled you away before anyone at the table noticed. You were in a hallway suddenly and before you could say anything Jay was in front of you.

“Adam? Really?”

“What? What’s wrong with Adam? And why do you care?” You are getting upset now. Jay had no right to question you on who you were seeing. Not anymore.

“He’s not really your type.” You snorted at his reply. What were you supposed to say to that? You didn’t understand why he cared when he had left you and all of a sudden he wants to look out for you.

“Jay, you have no idea what my type is anymore. People change. Maybe I like blondes now.”

“Yeah well I remember only a couple months ago you much preferred brown haired, blue eyed men.”

“What are you implying?” You asked, stepping closer to him, your eyes set in a glare. He folded his arms over his chest, his muscles catching your eyes for a split second. Your thighs clenched before you copied his stance, your nails digging into your arms.

“You know exactly what I’m implying, princess.”

The nickname made you weak at the knees and so did that fucking smirk on his face. But you stood your ground, slipping your hair over your shoulder and attempting to walk around him. He caught your wrist, pulling you into his chest. You took in a breath at how close you both were. It had been so long since you touched him and every part of you wanted to melt into his arms.

“You left me, remember. Replaced me. No calls, no text, no goodbye. And no excuse. You have no right to try and tell me who I can or cannot be with.” As you spoke you snatched your wrist from his grip and pulled away, walking right out the side doors. You walked up to Adam, the excuse falling from your lips easily.

“I’m not feeling too well, I’m gonna head home, Call me. It was nice meeting you guys.”

And you were out the door before they could say anything. Your phone was blowing up as soon as you sped off down the road but you didn’t once pick it up knowing who it was.

It was your turn to ignore him now. You blocked his number later that night and cried yourself to sleep, trying your hardest to let go of that stupid schoolgirl crush you had for him and grow the hell up. You only wished it was as easy as saying it. But your mind betrayed you and you thought about him for the next two days. And then he showed up.

When you heard the knock you assumed it was the package you had been waiting on for three days now but when you took a peek through the peephole, you closed your eyes and sat your back against the door.

“Please open the door,” he begged, resting his head against the door. You let out a sigh and pushed yourself from the door, turning and swinging it open. He stood there with a pizza box in his hand and a pack of beer resting on top. You couldn’t help but smile as you noticed the flowers hiding behind his back. He pulled them out, a grin overtaking the sadness on his face. The look of excitement cured the nervousness that had settled in his stomach.

“Can I take the pizza, beer, and flowers and leave you on the doorstep?” You joked about taking a hold of the flowers, bringing them to your nose to smell them. You closed your eyes as your favorite flower's scent invaded your nose.

Jay let out a laugh. “No, princess. It’s a package deal.”

You let out a chuckle and opened the door wider for him. Jay walked inside, instantly making his way to the living room where he sat the pizza and beer on the table. Instead of following him you entered the kitchen and placed the flowers in a vase and filled it halfway with water. You placed them on the counter, cocking your head to the side as you arranged them perfectly in the vase. Jay watched from the entrance, leaning against the frame with a smile on his lips.

“I’m sorry. And I know it isn’t much, but I hope this is a good start to getting you back.”

His voice causes shivers to roll over your spine. You purses your lips, taking in a breath.

“I don’t want to play anymore, Jay. I want a relationship and if you can’t give me that then please just say so.”

He walked forwards, cupping your face in his hands.

“I didn’t know what I wanted back. But I do know now. And it’s you. It's always been you.”

With a sigh of relief you captured his lips, your hand running up his chest before clasping around his waist. You wished you had done it before, that you both hadn’t played around the thought of a relationship and just did it. But you had him now and that’s all that mattered.

His kiss made you fuzzy and you Found yourself leaning against him for support. His tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you parted your lips eagerly. You moaned at the taste of him and moved your hands to then settle on his chest. You have never been kissed like this before. And you loved every part of it.

You pulled back, taking in a much needed breath as he leaned his forehead against yours attempting to catch his own breath.

“So, you want me to beat your ass in monopoly or what?”

#one chicago #Chicago PD #Chicago PD imagines #Jay Halstead #Jay Halstead x reader #Jay halstead x plus size reader #Detective Jay Halstead #reader insert #Jay Halstead imagines #Jay Halstead oneshots

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xtinyaurora · 3 years

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Heyyyyy I’m new here :3 could I request ATEEZ reaction to you being a brat? :3

Ateez reaction: Bratty Y/N

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➼ requested?: yes

➼ genre: smut

➼ pairing: Ateez x neutral!reader

➼ Word-count: 2k+

➼ Warnings: nsfw content, strong language, cursing, threads, annoyance, bratty behavior, pet names...

➼ Note: This is not based on their real behavior or meant to represent real life. This is simply a fan fiction and is only for the purposes of fun, it’s a hobby. Read at your own risk!

➼ A/N note: Sorry for updating after a longer time, I had a few mental health issues... Thanks to everyone who waited tho and thank you so much for 200+ followers... Please let me know if you have ideas in mind for a ‘special'! Hope you all like this one tho. Feel free to leave some feedback! Also, let me know if any of you wants to be added to my taglist!

➼ Taglist: @teeztheflag @darkstarlights

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Park Seonghwa

You were sulking because Seonghwa didn’t bought you that dress you saw in one of those expensive shops today. Actually, you could call him your „sugar daddy”. He bought you anything you wanted whenever you wanted, but not today. Today was different, because you already started to provoke him in the early morning, disobeying and yelling at him. He didn’t know what happened to you, even after asking a hundredth of times, you just kept on being bratty towards the male. Soon, he had enough. While the two of you were sitting in the car, at the parking lot of the shopping mall, you kept on complaining about that dress. Seonghwa leaned into your side and grabbed your throat, immediately shutting you up. „You better stop talking, before I lose my shit and hit you right in the face and fuck you right on top of this car, baby. Would you like that? For all people to see how I put you in your place. Huh?” You silently shook your head, a hint of fear written on your face. „I thought so. Now stop being a bratty little bitch and start behaving, understood?” Again, you remained silent, nodding your head this time. Seonghwa then sat back and started the power of the car, driving off, back home.

Kim Hongjoong

Hongjoong finally took a day off, immediately calling you to go on a date but you were mad at him. Why? He knew that you had other plans today but still choose this day to take a break. „Y/N, baby, come on. You know I have no say in this. This is not my fault, so please come to the restaurant we always go to, okay?” You let out a ironic laugh. „Tz. First, you pick the worst day and now you want me to come there myself? Oh no, if you really want to get out with me then you are going to pick me the fuck up.” Hongjoong was kinda shocked, not excepting this kind of behavior. After massaging his temples, since this boy was stressed and annoyed by your way of behaving, he just hung up the call, not in the mood to keep up with you right now. You went absolutely insane. Like, how dare he? When midnight came around, Hongjoong entered the front door, food in his hands. You were sitting in the living room, still pissed about earlier today. A knock on the doorframe made you look up. When spotting your boyfriend, you rolled your eyes and kept watching tv. „Haven’t cool down yet?” You got back to 180. „Excuse me?! Get your ass out of this room Mr. 'I think I can allow myself whatever I want' because yes, I am still mad at you.” He stared at you, not believing what was happing. Since when did you get so bratty? Shaking his head while approaching you and placing the food on the table, he grabbed both of your forearms and looked you deep in the eyes. „Okay now listen here you bratty bitch. You’re gonna listen to me and start behaving or I will punish you so hard that you wish you could turn the time back and thank me for making time for you, okay? I want my good little kitten back because I don’t like nasty strays that don’t obey me. No one would like one, so be happy and appreciate me you ungrateful pice of shit and shut the fuck up.”

Jeong Yunho

He was just staring at you blankly, while you were throwing a tantrum. This already happened a couple of times but it was never this bad. He kept on watching you, until you eventually calmed down yourself. It really provoked you that he didn’t stop you or has done anything for that matter. At some point, you gave up because you knew how well Yunho could control his anger. Honestly, you didn’t even know why you freaked out like that. Both of you were searching for a movie to watch and when Yunho picked one that you already saw and absolutely hated, both of you started auguring. It’s his turn to pick the movie because you picked last time, yet that didn’t sit with you. Maybe you were just having a bad day? At least that’s what Yunho told himself. „Are you done now?” You sat there, at the ground while Yunho sat in front of you, on the couch. „Yea... sorry.” Yunho nodded, pulling you up on his lap. You thought he will cuddle with you but sike, he flipped you over so you were laying on your stomach, over his knees, ass in perfect view for him. „How many hits do you think you deserve? Hm? Maybe 20 or 30? Or... 40 or 50?”

Kang Yeosang

He had this furious and annoyed look on his face. You got kinda terrified now, knowing what a beast this boy could be when he was mad. He watched you until you went silent, sitting next to each other and waiting for what’s going to happen next. You started to get nervous because Yeosang kept looking at you without saying or doing anything. His silence never meant anything good... „Stop looking.” He raised one of his eyebrows. „Stop talking.” You did keep quiet, not knowing what else to do now. „Dumb pet, do you think you’re worth my time? Oh how embarrassing... It’s such a shame that there are so many people who want me yet I chose you over everyone else, an ungrateful little bitch.” His words kinda hurt and you stated to doubt your worth. Maybe he’s right? You maybe should have followed the rules. You shouldn’t have told him no and most important, you shouldn’t have done all of that in front of his friends. You kinda started to regret it but it was way too late now. Even if you did apologize now, Yeosang wouldn’t forgive you, he will punish you no matter what. The more silence there is, the harder the punishment will be. „Go into the bedroom. Take your clothes off and wait for me.”

Choi San

To be direct, you were unnecessarily overreacting. When you visited the boys and watch them while they practiced, San didn’t greet you as usual and you didn’t like that. At all. He was too focused to even notice you tbh. When he finally turned around and spotted you, he rolled his eyes, taking in your grumpy state. He made his way towards you, so he could give you a kiss but you pushed him away. He gave you a questioning look but you just turned your face away. „Hey, give me a kiss.” You still didn’t move, hoping to upset somehow. „Y/N.” His first warning. „Look at me.” Still, you didn’t move. The other members started to notice but kept on practicing because they didn’t wanted to get involved in anything. San exhaled loudly, pulling you up and dragging you out with him. „Don’t touch me!” You yelled at your boyfriend. He didn’t even bother to listen to you. „It hurts!” You hoped that he would loosen his grip a bit, but instead his grip on you got stronger. When he reached his room, he threw you on the bed and undressed himself. „You hurt me!” Still having that attitude on, you again yelled at him. He gave you a murderous look, finally shutting you up. He the hovered over you, staring you dead in the eyes. „If you ever dare to pull something like that in front of the other members again, I will make you regret visiting us, okay? Now better behave, before I completely lose the last bit of my self control, you stupid kid.”

Song Mingi

„Mingi, Mingi! Wake up!” You shook him until he groaned out in annoyance. „Y/N? What’s wrong?” You huffed. „I am bored. You have to do something with me, come on.” You tried to pull him up but he was stronger than you, resulting that you were the one being pulled and laying on top of him now. „Did you loose your mind? It’s three in the morning, let me sleep!” He half yelled, half whispered. As he was about to drift off to sleep again, you pulled on his hair, making him tear his eyes open and cry out loudly. „Ouch! What the heck, Y/N? That hurts!” A smile creeped on your face, finally achieving your goal of waking him up. He just stared at you, giving you a ‘are you serious?’ type of look. „Now that you’re awake, we can do something! Should we watch a movie or should we play some ga-“ „No! We are not going to do any of these! It’s bed time, so lay down! I am not in the mood for all of this.” You smacked his thigh. „No Mingi, get up! What do you not get from 'I am bored, let’s do something’, huh?” He really has enough. „Okay Bunny, you wanna do something? Let’s play a game. It’s called ‘try not to scream while getting your ass beaten and brain fucked out’. Sounds fun, right?” You gulped, then getting pulled and flipped around, so that your backside faced up. At least he’s full of energy now...

Jung Wooyoung

Both of you were sitting in a restaurant. He was already fed up with your behavior but he let go because he didn’t had enough strength to deal with you right now. This cutie was so hungry and tiered after practice, that he didn’t wanted things to go wrong but you really left him no choice. Just because you didn’t wanted to eat in this restaurant and wanted to go to your favorite one instead, you stated to act up, gaining lots of attention from all the nagging and yelling. Wooyoung grabbed your upper arm and pulled you near him, whispering in your ear so others wouldn’t hear. „Shut your mouth now Y/N, I’ve had enough of your bullshit. You’re so fucking embarrassing you stupid brat.” He then let go, harshly shoving your arm away and leaning back. When the waiter approached you two, to note your order, you remained silent. After rolling his eyes, Wooyoung ordered food only for himself. When he finished eating, he stood up and threw some money in the table. He was about to walk away when he turned around to face you. „If you don’t get up within the next two seconds, I will break your legs.” He gave you a last condescending look before walking out. You obeyed and followed him out, joining him in his car. He didn’t even spare you a glance, driving straight to your apartment a grin forming on his face, several ideas for your punishment popping into his head.

Choi Jongho

Hit after hit, you put in more effort to annoy him. You soon realized that this wasn’t enough, so you started pinching and biting him. „Ouch, Y/N, are you crazy?!” Ah, finally! You smirked at him and wiggled your eyebrows, satisfied that he finally showed a reaction. „Do you think that’s funny?” You smiled. „Very. And now that I finally have your attention, you can do something with me. Oh and, get me some water please I am thirsty.” He stared at you in disbelief. „Are you okay, Y/N?” You gave him a look of disapproval. „Uhm, yea? I still am but if you don’t get me my water I won’t be and than I am going to hit you, again.” He was kinda amused now. „Oh? Where does all that attitude come from, all of a sudden?” You shrugged with your shoulders. „I don’t know and I don’t care. You gotta deal with it now.” You laid down on the couch both of you were sitting on and placed your legs on his lap. „I am still waiting for my water Jong.” He didn’t move. You wanted to raise your head up to scold him but he was faster than you, now hovering over you. „I will give you something else to drink. Get down and kneel. We have to clean that bratty mouth of yours, yea? Come on brat, suck me off. You don’t want me to get mad now, do you?”

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sereisstuff · 5 years

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the prince of darkness part 2

Demon!Kim Taehyung x Chubby Reader

part 1 / part 3/ part 4

summary- Taehyung pays you a visit to prepare you to meet his father Hades, unknowingly The son of Poseidon isn’t far behind. warnings-swearing!!, flirtatious Tae.

(a/n)=This took me a lot longer then expected, i didn’t know it would do so well so i’m both extremely happy and surprised i’m going to make this a 18 chapter book, also to celebrate my ask box will be open for demon!taehyung and remember guys all the characters(meaning the oc) i do will be chubby thank you all so much and enjoy!!

The night went on as your body shook after the contact to ease your mind. you sunk into the comforts of you bed letting the blankets surround you in their warmth, you didn’t bother to turn the light off feeling as if Hades son will return in the brink of dawn to remind you of your deal that made you feel both afraid and utterly confused.

The thought now knowing that earth wasn’t the only realm that walked the path of the living, you of course believed in multiple things i mean there's millions of planets we can’t possibly be the only ones in the universe, Right?.

The dark book was fluttered on the ground leaving your arms to lay helplessly on the carpet whilst you tried to lock your thoughts in the far back of your mind so you can gain enough peace to sleep.

After hours your inner self grew exhausted forcing you to sleep which was gladly accepted with open arms, the comforts soon felt like clouds hugging you with their soft form as they sunk into you drifting into and endless bliss.

Soon morning snuck around you also forgot to shut your curtains last night so the early morning light burned the lids of your eyes, shifting your body to face the wall only to feel a cold breath hitting your face thinking your parents must have come into the room to grab something leaving the door open making the room vulnerable to the dusk air, you did the only thing you always do. Ignored it.

Shifting your leg upwards finding a comfortable spot to rest your limb eventually feeling a cold grasp latch itself on you jolting out of shock to search for the cause of what happened “I was wondering when you were gonna wake up ”Taehyung admitted resting his palm under the covers against your thigh.

“What the fuck!!” you screamed shoving him back, only to be sent tumbling off of the bed with force Taehyung’s inhumane strength came from his father thus meaning if a plane crashed into him the plane would be the one with more damage.

“I’m finding this whole swearing thing extremely attractive”

“Don’t speak, it's too early in the morning for words to be spoken”you grumbled scratching your scalp as you stood up forgetting that you only wear oversized hoodies to bed the gesture to rub your scalp lifted its edges giving the young demon a tease of insight.

“This sight is good enough to take the words right out of my mouth”Taehyung stared at your voluptuous body with a playful gaze, you seethed out in anger having to clench your hands together throwing your mop of hair to the side”you suck”a strong glare was sent his way as you held on to the sides of your hoodie.

“Well of course i do but i preferred to be sucked, don’t you”he playfully looked at you, standing from the bed.

The words were at the tips of his tongue before you decided to ignore any sort of disturbing comment to escape his mouth, rushing to the kitchen making yourself a nice hot chocolate and a few pieces of toast Taehyung made his way down the stairs grumbling at the sight of the home, bland everything was too bland nowhere near his liking.

You continued to make yourself breakfast as he stared everywhere touching every accessory in the preferable view of your home, popping the toast as you coated it with butter finishing your hot chocolate with a few teaspoons of sugar before taking a seat and eating breakfast peacefully fully dismissing the presence of that being.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your wide waist giving it a squeeze, his eyes began to darken as he took in your early morning scent his inner demon began to conjure itself from the depths of his soul Taehyung was the son of a god suppressing his natural instincts was never good.

“T-taehyung you can let go now” you muttered noticing the veins bulging from his neck and arms, for most that's a turn on but noticing the way he groaned in pain didn’t please your ears.

Taehyung rolled his head back before releasing himself from your warmth constantly reminding himself of your status, a mere mortal whose body isn’t made for the son of a god his true form was much larger, aggressive and demonic he still looks the same but with added features.

“I’m sorry your scent is just too overwhelming,” he muttered you could only bark in laughter “I smell like shit, what are you talking about” Taehyung's head shot up as he went into denial “to me your scent is alluring and I don't know why but I'll find out, for now, darling we must get on to more important things as much as I don't want too” he groaned pulling at his strands.

“My fathers many talents is smelling fear, if you fear him he will know your lying” he began manspreading across the couch the first thing you noticed was his luxurious outfit suitable for someone of high status which occurred to you that Taehyung must be of high status being the son of one of the big three.

“This whole things a set up he's gonna smell it as soon as I walk in Taehyung”you complained throwing your hands in the air mentally reminding yourself to never mess around with spirits and all things mythical again.

“Well now the situations much more thrilling don’t you think” he said with a wide smirk.

“Thrilling my ass”you complained in a hushed tone.

“Oh no darling your ass would be gladly appreciated if it were up to me”

“Like I would bless you with my ass” The nerve of this man was overwhelming you should really pay more attention in classical studies next time maybe they would have told you about the annoying son that Hades had “need I remind you whose name is marked on your body” Taehyung growled provoking everything in your body to go feral on him, even though you would barely get to him it was worth a try.

You both paused when a loud noise erupted from your sink, the silver metal that once contributed to the advance of your water flew off from the tub making you gasp in horror the water erupted like an active volcano not knowing how to deal with it you tried to run over to where the problem is, but you couldn’t taehyung used his one of his multiple abilities to keep you in place.

“Don’t” he commanded for the first time, the undertone of dominance used in his voice as he continued to stare at the outlet of water.

The water began to levitate from the ground jumbling into one place creating the form of a masculine man, you could only admire the way it began to move the fear of anticipation during this event was unhealthy but now coming face to face with a young man who looked to be younger than you by a year wasn’t as shocking as it should be.

“So this is where you’ve been” the brunette said his light blue eyes giving away his position “Jungkook” Taehyung muttered standing from his place “is this the fiance we’ve all been dying to meet, and she’s mortal now that is a shocker” jungkook walked around you eyeing the built and shape of your form.

“You know the history of mortals” he mentioned again stopping in front of you, he shoots you a bright toothy smile pulling out his hand to shake your own “jungkook son of Poseidon” you took his hand glancing Taehyung who scratched his neck awkwardly upon his cousin's arrival.

“y/n,” you said smiling.

“I thought your parents didn't like each other,”you interjected remembering a lesson in class about it, the two shoot each other a look before nodding”yeah the big guys aren’t very fond of one another but all of their kids are, we have another cousin but he won’t be coming any time soon, hopefully”

“Now as to get back to our less-” jungkook cut him off wrapping an arm around your shoulders “did he not make you wear pants or did you choose to do that yourself,” he whispered, taehyung paused glaring at your legs, he threw jungkook's arms off of your body “don’t look you pervert” Taehyung growled childishly, jungkook looked defeated, but you blushed in embarrassment “says you” he snapped, you left them to fight like children rushing upstairs.

You rushed through the closet grabbing a pair of sweats and a white beanie throwing them on to walk and watch the two idiots fight with each other.

Amongst the fighting your other wrist began to freeze up knowing the odd feeling your eyes widened ”ahhh guys” you tried getting them to look but they continued to fight in a heated argument “Taehyung!!!” you yelled as he looked at you with eyes so black you could see your own reflection”we have a problem” Taehyung groaned looking down at you, shoving your wrist to his face.

His face morphed in anger as he gripped the male's neck“Jungkook you idiot” Taehyung used his deep tone to intimidate the younger god whose name was now written on your wrist the same way Taehyung's one was.

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 5 years

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Alien Spaceship Pyramids

(Very mild Kwamibuster spoilers. Also on AO3)

Alix was not a happy bunny when she went back to the Louvre that evening.

“Did you see me on TV?” Jalil said immediately, jumping up in excitement. “My theory was accepted! I’m so happy!”

“Yeah, I saw it,” Alix snapped. She threw her schoolbag down on the floor and went off to go find her skates – she really had to do something fun and distracting or she would go mad.

“What did you think? Was I okay? I did get lots of followers on my history blog, so I’m glad at least that my theories are gaining traction–”

“Aliens, Jalil? Really?!” She spun round to face him. “You do know it’s possible for humans to build pyramids, right? That’s an actual thing that humans actually can do. I can do it myself, just gimme a few Lego blocks and I’ll happily show you. ‘Alien spaceships’, honestly...”

“But I have proof! The pyramids are so ancient that primitive human technology of the time can’t possibly have built structures as mathematically magnificent as that!”

“They just piled a bunch of rocks on top of each other, how hard can it be?”

“But they’re so huge, and – and – I have other proof too...”

She sighed. “Look. I didn’t care about the necromancy thing, even if it was so cringey that you got akumatized over it. I didn’t care about the Atlantis thing. I got super into the Area 51 thing, if you remember. I get that conspiracy theories are fun. But this? This is a step too far!”

“Why?”

“Because you’re acting like our own ancestors were too dumb to build a freaking pyramid!”

Jalil crossed his arms. “You sound just like dad.”

“Pfffff, dad doesn’t talk like that, he’s way less informal.”

“You know what I mean! Anyway, come on, can’t I count on my own family to support me? I support your skating thing, even though you keep getting injured from it!” He gestured towards the bandage on her knee.

“Jalil, dude. I have supported you through so much. Like that hang-gliding fad, or your weird rivalry with that Theo guy, or that bloody necromancy ritual you never shut up about. But now I’ve had it. Next you’ll be saying the moon landing was a hoax, or the earth is flat, or that vaccines are bad, or that Rena Rouge is Marinette, or... or...”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he scoffed. “Rena Rouge is Mylène, of course.”

At the end of her patience, Alix turned away and began walking off to find her skates again. “I’m disowning you.”

“Hey! You can’t do that!”

“I can and I will!” she called out over her shoulder. “Dad was right to give the pocket watch to me! And guess what? I’m gonna go find Juleka’s mum and get her to adopt me, and then I’ll get an actual cool older brother instead! Not a weirdo like you...”

“Fine!” She heard Jalil stomp his foot, like some immature little kid. “I’m not talking to you anymore.”

“Me neither!”

Good riddance – she’d had enough of him and his stupid conspiracies!

“You can’t just get my mum to adopt you,” Juleka said, rolling her eyes. Well, the one eye that was visible anyway. Who knew what the other one was doing.

“Why not?” Alix asked.

“Because you’ve already got a parent. My mum would have to marry your dad, and uh... yeah. Not happening.”

“But it’s so unfair! You get a cool big brother who’s actually supportive and nice and didn’t try to convince you that Beethoven is an alien time lord when you were only 3 years old...”

The quiet twangs of Luka’s guitar could be heard from where he was sitting out on the deck. Imagine if Jalil could play the guitar? But no, the stupid nerd had to go for drums, and it was so frustrating to have to hear that boring repetitive tapping whenever she was trying to do her homework.

Juleka’s one eye widened. “But Alix, Beethoven really IS an alien time lord.”

“Haha, very funny.” Alix turned away.

“Hey... Jalil is a grown-up, isn’t he? Surely he’ll move out soon and then you won’t have to deal with him?”

“I doubt it. He works in the museum with dad. It’ll be me who has to move out, and I’ve still got years left before I can do that. Meanwhile my brother is on TV going on about alien spaceships while yours is on TV because you guys are in a rock band.”

Couldn’t Jalil be in a rock band with her? Sure, the age difference was a lot bigger than Juleka and Luka’s was, but still! Sibling rock bands were such a cool idea. Why couldn’t Jalil ever think of something like that? “Sibling archaeology team” didn’t have quite the same ring to it, especially when said team ended up getting chased out of the park for digging up all the grass.

“It’s not like Luka isn’t annoying sometimes too,” Juleka said, seemingly trying to put on a reassuring smile. “For example he... uh... hmm... he thinks ethereal wave is better than darkwave. It’s really annoying.”

“Ah yes, arguing over music genres. Jalil thinks the Hurrian Hymns are better than the Jet Set Radio soundtrack and I want to slap him. Like no offence to the Ancient Sumerians but they could really have used more bass.”

“Well um... Luka also won’t use mascara even though I keep telling him it’ll really make his eyes pop.”

“Yeah, and Marinette and Adrien still won’t stop obsessing over him. Jalil fricking wears scarfs indoors. Like, inside when it’s warm. I don’t care about fashion and even I want to nominate him for Queer Eye.”

Juleka shrugged. “Oh, I give up. Luka is a great brother. I’m sorry.”

Alix nodded, getting up to leave. “Never mind. I guess I’ll just have to deal with him then, though I’m not gonna stop giving him the silent treatment...”

Anyway, Juleka constantly trying to make her feel better wasn’t what she needed. She needed a brick wall to vent at who would just nod along and not really care, and let her be as annoyed as she wanted in peace. She needed... ah yes... a certain emo who would certainly be in the art gallery back at the Louvre right about now...

She hadn’t even made it there yet before hearing the unwelcome voice of Nuisance #1 chasing after her down the street.

“HEY ALIX! Your brother was awesome on that show earlier! Wait come back! Stop!”

Screeching to a halt on her skates, she turned around. “What do you want, Kim?”

Kim did that weird half-dab thing he had been doing all day. “The show, Alternative Truth! How do you get on it? I wanna be on it too!”

She rolled her eyes. “For what? What stupid conspiracy are you going to go with?”

“Well don’t tell anyone but...” He looked around and then lowered his voice to a whisper. “I think your dad might be Hawk Moth.”

“God, and I thought Jalil was bad...”

Kim didn’t seem to have heard her. “So how do you get on the show? How did Jalil do it? What do I do? Do I need to make a history blog too? I follow Jalil’s one now and it’s really great but he hasn’t mentioned anything about the show yet so...”

Alix made a mental note to remember to block Jalil’s blog from every one of her accounts at some point in the near future. “I don’t know and I don’t care. Go ask him yourself.”

“Well I would, but I can’t go in the Louvre, the security guards banned me after I broke that statue that one time...”

“Oh yeah, that was great,” she said, allowing herself a grin despite how annoyed she was. “Fine, I’ll let you in through the side entrance. But only on the condition that you never speak to me about Jalil ever again.”

His face fell. “Why not?”

“Because he’s the worst brother ever and I hate him.”

“Wow, that’s kinda harsh...”

“I don’t care. Now hurry up and follow me, I’ve got a tomato to meet up with.”

She skated off and trusted he was following. He was always bragging about being able to run super fast, well surely he’d be able to keep up, right? If he couldn’t then too bad for him!

“Alright, go through there,” Alix said, pointing at the corridor that led towards her family’s quarters. “I’m going to the art gallery. And if you get kicked out or arrested by security guards then I’m absolutely throwing you under the bus and pretending I had nothing to do with this.”

“Cool. In return, I’m gonna tell Jalil what you said about him being the worst brother ever and that you hate him. See ya later!”

Kim turned and ran off before she could even process what he’d said.

Wait... he was going to actually tell Jalil that? To his face?

Alix ignored the weird pangs of guilt. Anyway, it was true! Jalil was the worst. She definitely didn’t care if someone told him so. He deserved to be insulted.

Her gut twisted painfully.

No! No guilt. She stuffed a pair of headphones on and skated off towards the art gallery.

The best thing about Nathaniel was that he just didn’t care. It probably worked both ways – plenty of times he’d been the one sitting here, ranting about something while doodling in that little sketchbook of his, and Alix would just skate around and listen. Now it was her turn to rant.

“Jalil is so annoying! I can’t stand it any longer! His conspiracies don’t even make any sense, he’s just doing it to be edgy and weird and I hate it!”

“Mhm.” Nath didn’t even look up from his sketchbook.

“I never even minded before, but this alien spaceship thing has gone too far. And to think he was on TV, and everyone saw it! It’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to me!”

“Yeah. So embarrassing.”

“I used to wonder why dad is so harsh on him all the time, but I kinda get it now. He’s just – just so–”

She stopped just short of saying the word useless.

Was Jalil useless?

Well... he had been the one who had bought Alix her first ever pair of skates. Heck, he’d even been the one who bought the skates she was currently wearing.

Nath finally looked up. “Having second thoughts?”

Alix had been so busy venting that she hadn’t noticed the songs that were playing through her headphones, having just put the thing on shuffle and let it do what it wanted, but she suddenly noted the vaguely familiar tones of an ancient lyre.

Pulling her phone out of her pocket, she looked to see that it was... oh yeah, Hurrian Hymn No. 6. That time when she’d downloaded it just to see what Jalil’s hype about it even was. It was okay, she guessed. Not her type of music, but hey, the Ancient Sumerians only had a limited availability of instruments to work with, it wasn’t her place to judge that.

She sighed and went to sit down beside Nath.

“It’s a bit weird... me and Jalil have never really fought like this before. He just does his own thing and I do my own thing. I... I’m not used to being mad at him.”

Peering over, she noticed that Nath was drawing the pyramids themselves. It reminded her of what she was annoyed about in the first place.

“I just can’t believe he literally went on TV and called the pyramids alien spaceships! Does he even hear himself? I usually stick up for him when dad is calling him out on his dumb theories, but this one just doesn’t make any sense at all...”

“So this is the first time you haven’t taken his side?” Nath asked.

She nodded. “I guess that’s why he’s mad at me too... he’s used to me sorta passively supporting him... I mean most of the time his theories aren’t any more or less zany than the stuff Alya comes up with, so it’s not usually a big deal...”

The lyre was strangely haunting. So much reverb, echoing around like the thoughts in her brain. It was enough to calm her down a bit – probably a good thing, because getting akumatized was not exactly a priority today.

Her phone buzzed. She looked at it again to see–

Ugh, a notification that Jalil had updated his blog. She’d forgotten to block him.

But even as she unlocked the screen and went to do so, she couldn’t stop herself from reading what he’d posted, at least the first few lines.

Apologies to all my dear fans and followers who watched Alternative Truth today, but I am renouncing my theory that the pyramids are the remains of ancient spaceships. I have come to realize that I was misinformed and that there is a high possibility that the Ancient Egyptians really did build them through their own power, and...

What?

“Nath!” Alix leapt to her feet. “Jalil doesn’t believe that alien spaceship theory anymore!”

Nath barely even blinked. “Okay. Cool.”

“How did this happen? There’s no way he’d just stop believing something like that, he’s always so adamant that he’s right! Unless... unless... oh no...”

Was this her fault? Her saying that she hated Jalil, that he was the worst brother ever, and Kim deciding to tell him so, did that really hurt Jalil so much that he’d renounce his own theory? Had her words affected him that much?

“Oh my god I have to go apologize to him.”

“Uh what?”

“I’ll be back later! You keep drawing, I have to go...”

Leaving Nath there confused, she skated off at top speed.

“Jalil! Jalil, there you are!”

Jalil frowned. “Alix? I thought you weren’t going to talk to me anymore?”

Too much momentum to stop in time, she skated right into him and almost knocked him over. “I’m so sorry I was mean to you okay, I mean your theory was definitely stupid and I’m glad you renounced it but please ignore whatever Kim said, I don’t think you’re the worst brother and–”

“Wait, what are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the things I said about you behind your back! Kim said he was going to tell you...”

Jalil scratched his head in thought. “That’s the kid with the Tintin hair, right? I didn’t get to talk to him at all, I saw him getting kicked out by security actually.”

“So he didn’t tell you that I said I hated you?”

“No, not at all!”

Oh...

“Well then why did you renounce your theory?” she asked. “I thought it was because I made you feel bad.”

“Something really strange happened to me actually!” Jalil said, his eyes lighting up in the way that they always did whenever he was going to go off on a conspiracy tangent. Alix mentally prepared herself for the worst. “I met a superhero who claimed to come from the future! She had the powers of time travel and said that she would prove me wrong, and so she took me through a portal back in time to thousands of years ago, and briefly showed me the Ancient Egyptians actually building the pyramids themselves. And I know it sounds too good to be true but I promise I’m not lying! This really happened to me!”

Superhero from the future? She was about to say how far-fetched that sounded, when she noticed Jalil looking at her very suspiciously.

“The superhero... looked very familiar, now that I think about it...”

“Uh... who did it look like?”

He hesitated for a few seconds before answering. “...Never mind. Just a conspiracy theory.”

“Is it one with proof this time? Because as long as it’s not as stupid as the pyramid one, I’m willing to hear it.”

He shook his head. “I’ll tell you someday, but just uh... not yet.”

“Um, okay.”

“Anyway, you were right about the pyramid theory being wrong, and I’m sorry I didn’t listen to you.”

“Cool. And I’m... I’m sorry I was really harsh about it.”

“No, it’s good that you were! I shouldn’t be giving all the credit to aliens for things that humans did. And you’re usually really nice about my theories, so if it was something that made you annoyed, then it surely had to have been bad...”

Alix smiled – it was nice to be back on her brother’s good side. “All forgiven. I’ll still stick up for you when dad’s being annoying, I promise.”

“Thanks, munchkin.” He patted her on the head. “I like it better when we’re not bickering.”

“Same.”

Something popped into her head all of a sudden.

“Oh yeah, Jalil? How did you get onto Alternative Truth in the first place?”

“Why do you want to know? Are you going to go on it?”

“What? No! Not me! Kim stans that show, he was bugging me about it earlier...”

“Oh right! Well it was like this...”

He launched into an explanation. Phew – things were back to normal. Jalil could be annoying, sure, but he still helped Alix with her homework, and covered for her whenever she was doing anything she wasn’t supposed to, and cheered for her at skating competitions, and so many other things she was grateful for. In fact, he probably kept her in line as much as she had done with him today. Of course, being so much younger, it wasn’t exactly easy to boss him around without him getting overly annoyed about it. But at least he was still there for her.

Superhero from the future, though... who on earth was that?

It was several years later when Alix kicked open the door to Jalil’s room, pocket watch in hand.

“Hey Alix, what’s u–”

“The superhero was me, wasn’t it?” she said, deadpan.

“What superhero?”

“The one who showed you the pyramids years ago.”

Jalil’s eyes widened. “Oh – the bunny? You mean that really is you?”

“Oh hell yes, it was me alright. You were being such a twerp that day, it still annoys me when I think about how I had to sit through that stupid TV show...”

“Wait you’re a miraculous holder?!”

Alix didn’t pay him any attention. “I’m going back in time to that day right now and proving you wrong. Your alien spaceship theory doesn’t stand a chance.”

“Wait wait wait you’re telling me my little sister really is a superhero???”

Alix turned back around and walked out of the room. How had it took her so long to put two and two together? Well, whatever. Time to fix mini-Alix and mini-Jalil’s friendship, and put an end to the alien spaceships once and for all.

#ml spoilers #miraculous ladybug #alix kubdel #jalil kubdel #random stuff #aish writes #i churned this out so fast i'm sorry

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sockparade · 4 years

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tips for surviving the pandemic: things i learned from my immigrant parents

It’s hard to believe that it’s only been a little over a week since the WHO announced that the coronavirus (COVID-19) was officially a pandemic. This has been a long, challenging week for a lot of people and it is nothing short of terrifying to read reports of what is happening in Asia and Europe as many predict that we’ll likely endure a similar fate here in the United States. In the midst of all of this chaos and uncertainty, I’ve been reminded of so many lessons that my Taiwanese immigrant parents taught me. I’m sharing them here so that others might also benefit. Thanks Ma. Thanks Daddy.

你昨天已經出去了.

“You already went out yesterday.“

1. Learn how to stay home. Our family is eight days into self-isolating at home and Tony asked me this morning if I had cabin fever. And strangely, the answer is no. I’m not. Not to downplay the difficulty of this moment but my experience with this “shelter-in-place” ordinance reminds of pretty much all my summers between kindergarten and 8th grade. Both of my parents worked full-time so summer was just three blissful months of nothing. No structure, no plans, no camps, no playdates, and no responsibilities. My parents never made me feel like I was missing a thing by staying home and I don’t remember ever feeling bored. There were always library books to read, stories to write, and thoughts to journal. Hours were spent playing school with my big sister (now a first grade teacher!), making up random games like who can avoid touching the carpet longest, learning Kim Zmeskal’s latest gymnastics floor routine, writing lyrics to Kenny G saxophone solos, and rehearsing for our variety show that we would perform to our tired parents at the end of the day. And that’s not even including the hours we spent watching The Price is Right, CHIPS, Knight Rider, and Airwolf (yep, no cable).

As a teenager I carefully plotted all my hangouts with friends so that I didn’t have too many consecutive days when I was out of the house. Whenever I asked my parents if I could hang out with friends, they would always say, “But you already went out yesterday. What’s wrong with staying home? Why do you always have to go out?” It was as if having too much fun two days in a row was off limits. If there was a big party on Friday, I would purposely make sure I stayed home Wednesday and Thursday just to increase the chances of being able to go out on Friday. I know a lot of people talk about how awful their high school years were but I was one of those lucky kids who had a really great group of friends that made me feel seen, loved, and cared for. The downside was that I couldn’t get enough of it. I was always thinking about the next hangout, the next event, the next thing. It took me all the way until my late twenties to fully appreciate the fine art of staying home and to finish my unexpected transformation into the expert homebody that I am today.

I’m reminded of that old quote by Blaise Pascal, “All of humanity's problems stem from man's inability to sit quietly in a room alone."

It’s great to be out and about, but it’s also really important to learn how to stay home.

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晚上要吃什麼？清冰箱.

“What are we eating for dinner?” “Cleaning the fridge.”

2. Be creative with what you have. I love food. Not in a foodie sense, but I get a lot of pleasure out of eating. I’m not a food snob by any stretch of the imagination. I thoroughly enjoy a Stouffer’s frozen lasagna or a peanut butter and jelly sandwich as much as I enjoy a fancy, inventive, Michelin-starred meal at Commis. What’s hard for me is when food is eaten as sustenance rather than with delight. But my parents taught me that you can always take pride in preparing a meal. No matter your ingredients.

My mom is an excellent cook. I know a lot of people think their mom is a good cook but my mom is legitimately skilled in the kitchen. There were some nights when I’d ask what was for dinner and my mom would just reply, “Cleaning the fridge.”

Now for some, this might sound terrifying. But my mom could honestly make something out of nothing. I still crave my dad’s simple egg and garlic fried rice. My parents raised me to be able to make an tasty meal just from rummaging in the pantry and fridge for random leftover things. There were plenty of summers where lunches and snacks were an individual culinary adventure for each of us kids. I still remember the day I witnessed my baby sister add a Kraft single on top of her onion ramen noodles. She saw my confusion, shrugged and said, “You should try it, it’s good.”

With all the hoarding folks have been doing during this pandemic, I’ve found myself feeling quite anxious. Trying to calculate if we have enough food. Estimating how many more meals we can eat at home before we need to make another grocery run. As someone who struggles with a scarcity mentality it has been hard not to panic. But then I keep reminding myself that I know how to make good food using just whatever’s available.

You know, I was pretty disappointed with Mary H.K. Choi’s second novel, Permanent Record, given how much I enjoyed her debut novel, Emergency Contact. But I was absolutely thrilled with the shine she gave to what her protagonist calls “Hot Snacks”.

Here’s an excerpt from Permanent Record that is a beautiful ode to creative food mashups and immigrant kids everywhere:

“I edit and post a Shin Ramyun Black video set to music. My favorite instant noodles with three flavor packets and so much garlic. It’s a classic Korean HotSnack, especially when you throw in cut-up hot dogs, frozen dumplings, extra kimchi - and this is where the artistry comes in- eggs, cheese, corn from a can, and a drizzle of sesame oil on top. And furikake if you’re feeling wealthy. The next night I put up a bacon, egg, and cheese not in a bagel but in a glazed honey bun. Laced with sriracha and pan fried on the outside. Then it’s chilaquiles with Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos and chorizo. Jamaican beef patty casserole disrespected with a smothering of Japanese curry and broiled. With Crystal Hot Sauce over the top and pickled banana peppers. I’m trolling with that one but the controversy is berserk. When I run out of old videos, I make saag paneer naanchos with Trader Joe’s frozen Indian food, and it’s a hit. Especially when I add yogurt and a thick layer of crushed-up Takis on top.”

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看連續劇.

“Watch soap operas.”

3. Find a way to escape. I’m generally pro technology but I’ll admit I’m a little bummed at the way iPhones and iPads have made TV viewing such an individual activity. I like how Disney+ has gotten some families back to watching TV together again. Although I will say, we really coddle our kids these days. I grew up in a time when movie ratings only applied in the theaters and we watched movies with our families like Alien, The Fly, and Gremlins. We were scared out of our minds and sometimes could only watch through the cracks between our fingers covering our eyes because it was so scary. Okay, this also might be why I can’t watch horror movies as an adult.

From a young age, my parents taught me that watching other people’s drama unfold on screen is one of the best way to escape your own drama. Some people say binge watching became a thing when the TV networks started releasing shows on DVD. Others give credit to Netflix releasing their original content a whole season at a time. But truth be told, I first learned how to binge watch from my parents.

We would rent 30-40 VHS cassette tapes from that random spot in Bellaire Chinatown. Can you picture it? You needed multiple plastic bags to transport that many VHS tapes.

Do you remember the one about the dying mother who needed to find homes for each of her 7 children? I don’t think it’s normal for a 10 year old to cry so much but you better believe it’s made me learn the true value of a soap opera escape hatch.

Are you in a pandemic? Now’s the perfect time to pick up that YA novel, binge that reality show, start that kdrama, or rewatch all six seasons of The Sopranos again.

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下個禮拜會下雨.

“It’s going to rain next week.”

4. Be informed about what’s ahead. If you ask either of my parents about the weather at any given time they can reliably tell you the daily percent chance of precipitation and humidity for at least seven days out. They’ve always been this way. They would inform me of the weather at various points throughout the week. They planned their yard work and car washes around the weather forecast. There’s something about the way the weather forecast is available to everyone. And it feels like it’s just a matter of making the small extra effort to access it and gain a slight advantage. I feel like so much of the immigrant mentality is to be diligent in making the right choices to not screw yourself over and seizing opportunities whenever you can. And it wasn’t just weather but this is such an obvious example of it.

I remember my dad saying to me once, "Can you imagine if someone decided to read every book in their local library? If they just went shelf by shelf and systematically read all the books? You could do it, you know. It’s free, it doesn’t cost any money to check out a book from the library. But no one really does it.”

I think immigrant parents get a bad reputation for forwarding chain letters and health/science hoaxes they get on email, WeChat and Line. And in a pandemic, yes, they are definitely susceptible to misinformation, rumors and flat out untruths. But the thought behind it seems right.

The mistrust of government leadership is actually quite relevant right now in this pandemic. Many immigrants left countries with governments that were overtly corrupt, oppressive, and used propaganda to influence its citizens. And while many Americans still take pride in living in a country that verbally champions freedom and democracy, the truth is that our government has already failed us and lied to us in many ways. During this pandemic, we cannot wait on leaders to tell us what to do. We must be diligent in reading for ourselves, seeking experts, using our critical thinking skills, and making preparations accordingly.

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會不會冷?

“Are you cold?”

5. Check in with yourself. Check in with others. I have so many memories of my parents walking through the living room and asking me and my sisters if we were cold. It felt like they couldn’t walk past the thermostat without asking us if they needed to raise it or lower it. As if they couldn’t hear us sneeze and wonder if they needed to turn off the ceiling fan. They couldn’t see us sitting in a dim room without turning on a light for us. There are so many times I fell asleep reading on the couch and woke up with a blanket over me. Or sometimes I was fully awake doing something random, like playing Egyptian Rat Screw with my sisters (a cardgame for the uninitiated), and my mom would walk by and wordlessly drop a warm, heavy blanket over my shoulders. That’s care, y’all. Consistent, immediate action, and often without words.

The tip here is to pay attention to your discomfort during a pandemic. There’s this immigrant stereotype of stoicism and that’s true to some degree but maybe the resilience is made possible not because of unnatural toughness but largely because immigrant parents can also be so incredibly perceptive and tender in some very tangible ways.

When everything is chaotic around you and you’re busy multitasking these next few months, don’t ignore your needs. Notice how you’re feeling. Physically and emotionally. Where are you carrying your stress and tension in your body? You don’t have to tough it out. Oh and remember to check in with your people on how they’re feeling. Is there a light switch you can turn on for someone?

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笑死人.

“Laugh to death.”

6. Laugh to survive. Look, we didn’t have the perfect family or anything like that. We’ve definitely had our share of difficult times, financial stress, health issues, arguments, and pain. But my parents also really knew how to laugh and taught us to laugh with abandon. Like, bent over, tears running out of your eyes, can’t breathe kind of laughing. Our dinner table was kind of like a writer’s room. It was difficult to tell a mediocre story. You had better come prepared with a punchline or a point. It was a tough crowd, every night. On many occasions I stopped myself halfway through a story upon the self-realization that there was no real way to land the plane. Polite laughs were nowhere to be found, except perhaps a charitable smile from my baby sister. But it didn’t stop us from trying. I think my sisters and I are all probably better storytellers for it and we definitely have learned to try to bring humor into difficult times.

I know that this pandemic is so incredibly dark and depressing that it can sometimes feel disrespectful, inappropriate, or childish to laugh at anything. But my parents taught me that you laugh to survive. Nothing is ever so dark that you can’t find a reason to laugh. And sometimes you really need to find something to laugh about.

I’ve been taking long breaks each day from major media news outlets but I have been finding such joy and laughter from the meme creators on IG and the comedic geniuses on Twitter. In Taiwanese when something’s really funny, people will say a phrase that is imperfectly translated as laugh to death. Like you killed a person it was so funny. Now’s the time to find that content or those people who will get you to laugh to death.

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我要去挪車.

“I’m going to go re-park the cars.”

7. Go to bed with a plan for the next morning. I grew up in a suburb of Houston, Texas where one property developer built the entire neighborhood and used the same eight or nine floor plans for all the houses but changed up the brick and trim color to keep things interesting. Most homes have a long driveway that connects a garage set near the backdoor of a home to the street. By the time I was driving, we had four cars in total -- two in the garage and two on the driveway. At the end of the day when everyone was home for the night and my dad was getting ready to go to bed, he’d announce, “I’m going to go re-park the cars.” Then we’d all kind of stop what we were doing and rearrange the order of the cars to match our morning departure schedules. This meant figuring out who was leaving when in the morning and sometimes also prompted brief check-in conversations about any changes in our usual routine.

In a pandemic it can sometimes feel like there are a million different things to attend to and large conceptual concerns that demand your attention. But there’s something calming and centering about spending a few minutes each night thinking through specifically what needs to happen just tomorrow. Not the day after or next week. Get super tactical and specific about what tomorrow morning looks like. Check-in with your partner about any aberrations to your schedule (e.g. I have a super important conference call at 7am tomorrow) to minimize any unnecessary surprises. There’s something magical about setting up your morning that helps you rest just a little easier at night.

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星期三我們有禱告會.

“On Wednesdays we have prayer meeting.”

8. Make time for your spirituality. Growing up my parents both had physically demanding jobs. My mom was a seamstress for many years, providing alterations at my aunt and uncle’s dry cleaners. She later worked in an elementary school cafeteria and then eventually became a classroom aide for special needs students. My dad worked at that same dry cleaners for years until he got a job at the post office. He then became a letter carrier, delivering mail on foot. The summer months were especially grueling, carrying a heavy sack of mail in 100 degree, humid weather, and walking until sweat soaked his shirts and blisters formed on his feet. They had every excuse to skip weeknight events. But unless they were sick in bed, I can’t remember a time when they missed their weekly prayer meeting with their friends from church.

Pandemics have an unsettling way of forcing us to confront our mortality and can trigger a bunch of unresolved shit that has been bubbling underneath the surface. We’ve lost some of our usual coping mechanisms and it can be super hard to quiet the anxieties, fears, and other demons that we usually try to keep under control. This isn’t a lecture about a particular faith or belief system. It’s just a reminder to prioritize your existential questions, your interior life, and your connection to things much bigger than yourself -- whether that’s a community, a yoga practice, a faith group, a tradition, or something else.

I have a fledgling meditation practice that I’ve been trying to strengthen since last year. When I say fledgling I mean that sometimes I bail before the ten minutes is up and check my phone. Even though I’m not very good at it yet, I can really tell the difference on the days that I make time for it. Our church started hosting its weekly Sunday service online and that’s challenging for me because a church service feels like it’s designed to be so much about the physical rhythm of going to a place, seeing faces of people I love, hearing their voices co-mingling with mine in song and in prayer, and tasting the bread and wine in my mouth. The online service was short, and just for viewing through a zoom conference call, but there was still something meaningful about setting aside that time Sunday morning, asking our wiggly kids to be present, and saying the liturgy out loud knowing that in homes all across the country, other people are doing the same.

If things are really going to get as bad as some are predicting, we’ll need the spiritual strength to make it to the other side. Those habits are hard to form overnight. My parents taught me that you really have to make the time for your spirituality non-negotiable, so that you won’t abandon it when it’s inconvenient or when you are too tired.

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沒辦法.

“What choice do we have?”

9. Rise to the occasion. Whenever my parents are telling old war stories about things they had to do to get to where they are today, inevitably one of us will say, “Man that’s crazy, how did you manage to do it?” And instead of pointing to some super personality trait of theirs or some complex self-help principle, they always say, “We had no choice.” It’s not said in a defeated way, but in a posture of accepting that life can be cruel, unfair, and capricious. And that it’s not helpful to dwell too long on the why’s and how’s. My parents taught me that you can’t stay in despair mode. You eventually have to push yourself into problem solving mode and you do whatever it takes to move forward.

This coronavirus is so unlike anything we’ve ever experienced in our lifetime. It is so unprecedented for me that my brain is having a hard time processing the reality of what’s happening right now and the rest of my lived experience. I spent the first few days of this week just being overwhelmed, anxious, angry, and irritable. At this point though, I’m in go mode. I’m doing what needs to be done for our family and taking care of business. What choice do we have? I can hear my parents saying it. One day, if we’re lucky, we’ll say it to our kids too.

#coronavirus #immigrants #immigrant parents #survival tips #advice #covid-19 #pandemic #childhood #lifelessons

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fictionalarsonist · 4 years

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The Heartbreak Prince - part 1

pairing ›_ yoonmin ; taegi feat. ›_bts namjoon ; bts hoseok mentions of. ›_mamamoo solar ; exo kai ; bang yongguk content ›_angst ; murder ; violence ; blood ; drinking ; mentions of/implied human trafficking ; mature language ; major character death ; impled/referenced drug use rating ›_pg-13 word count ›_2k

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premise ›_Yoongi got out of jail, made himself a living and is trying to get on with his life to be the best and doesn’t care what means it’d take to get there. Jimin’s one of those things, but, to Yoongi, it ends up that Jimin goes beyond than just being a prized possesion. Taehyung believes his hyung’s better than that.

「 ao3 | mobile m.list 」

[ part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | wip ]

“Don’t screw this up, okay?”

Yoongi hisses in annoyance at Hoseok’s warning, watching his new found acquittance fix his suit as the elevator doors close.

“What do you take me for?”

Hoseok scoffs at Yoongi’s genuinely irritated tone and snatched his suit of his right-hand man standing behind the two of them. Kim Namjoon, Yoongi remembers clearly, inmate #612004. Out of everyone in there Yoongi hated Namjoon’s guts the most, but the guy ended up as a henchman of the spoiled brat he used to gang up on.

“You? You look like a disaster ready to happen”, Hoseok comments in carefree manner as he buttons his suit nicely, “It won’t be pretty, though.”

Yoongi stared at Hoseok’s smug grin and watched him step out of the elevator as soon as the doors opened with Namjoon closely behind. Yoongi fixed his own suit and gained himself while his own henchman held the door for him. Taehyung was good at keeping his professional facade - sometimes -, although he could be a total pain-in-the-ass most of the time.

“Shall we go now, sir?” Taekhyung asked holding the elevator’s doors open with one hand while holding the duly locked suitcase with the other, all the while Yoongi regained some composure before stepping out of the enclosement.

After being in jail for such a long time, he’d rather not stay in places that resemble that hole. What if he has a bad temper? There’s so many people worse than him that deserve the solitary a whole lot more than him.

Namjoon opens the double doors for them and the room behind those doors seems like another world. Somewhere even detached from the hotel it’s in. Everything inside is shiny and shockingly expensive, the people inside are dressed as the finest, most arrogants pricks Yoongi has ever seen in his life.

If they met any other day, in any other way they would pass by and not even dare to step on him, like the dirty rug they’d probably consider him as, but, from today on, things are different.

Yoongi doesn’t mind the doors closing behind him as he follows by Hoseok’s side, his golden ticket in the form of a sick a-hole. Hoseok was the reason Yoongi thought that if fuckers like him - Hoseok, that is - can make it, then, “why can’t I?” So, it just seems right to use no other than him to get where he wants.

After a round of being introduced to people he never even heard off, but had the high profiles he does know bowing their heads to them and indulging conversations here and there he finds himself in an interesting circle.

“Dad. This is Min Yoongi.” Hoseok introduces.

“The kid who watched your back in prison?” The old man smiles and lays his heavy hand on Yoongi’s shoulder with an empty smile, “Thank you. My son is too spoiled, he wasn’t made for that kind of place.”

Yoongi bares a smile to the old man.

“Ah, no need to thank me, sir.” Yoongi says in a respectful tone.

“Hoseok! Make sure you stick by your friend’s side since you got him here.”

“Why me, dad? You got this wrong,” Hoseok says with one of his eyes-smile that could fool anyone, “Actually, today, he dragged me here.”

Yoongi could throw Hoseok a glare for the shameless lie, but was too busy making and covering it up for him.

“I’m really thankful for being invited today, sir. It is an honor to be invited to join such a selective party.”

Yoongi says respectfully yet again, pretending to not see the way the old man throws his son a confused glance as he bows his head right before sticking his hand inside his jacket to reach for one of his business cards. The old man takes it and reads it briefly before passing to his assistant.

“Yoongi here is the founder and CEO of an exporting company,” Hoseok explains, “It’s recent, but it’s being extremely successful. You signed the contract last week, you don’t remember? He’ll be dealing with our goods from China and the Philippines.”

Yoongi watches the stern look on the old man’s face that sends shivers down his body, Hoseok doesn’t seem to get affected at all or so he thinks. A nudge on his foot makes Yoongi jolt and immediately calls Taehyung over.

Taehyung immediately comes closer and ceremoniously places the suitcase to Yoongi to open.

“This is a token of my appreciation, sir”

Just a quick look inside the suitcase makes the old man’s eyes sparkle and Yoongi hides a content smirk.

“I wonder how you got a hold of something so precious”, the old man says, now with an easy laughter and Yoongi shows a smile.

“I’m glad you can appreciate it, sir.” Yoongi replies and the old man nods firmly with a approving grunt.

“I’m the kind of man who likes to give gifts to their friends even better than receiving” The man says approvingly, “You seem to understand me.”

“Of course.” Yoongi replies.

“I’m counting on you, Mr. Min Yoongi.” The old man says as Yoongi closes the suitcase and it is dutifully passed to the old man’s assistant before being passed to someone else and be taken away before anyone could notice.

“I’ll do my best, sir.”

A moment later Yoongi rests on one of the sofas in a corner, dress suit buttons popped open as he sighs in relief. Hoseok plots himself on a armchair nearby. The party is still on, but on a different level and the two of them simply watch.

“You don’t use any of it? Really?” Hoseok scoffs.

“Are you crazy?” Hoseok asks, unbuttoning his own suit, “My dad would make sure I’d be your best harvest.”

Yoongi decides not to delve into this fantasy right now.

“I don’t get close to any of these strong shit” Hoseok says as he watches a woman stumble her way to the couch, “You should keep your head high. Don’t get yourself to use this shit.”

“Yah~ Who the fuck do you think I am?” Yoongi kicks a foot towards Hoseok and the other smirks as the woman settles herself by stradling some guy’s lap.

There’s a silence between them where Hoseok seems too busy lighting up his cigarette. Just a moment when Yoongi’s eyes caught on someone, two people actually.

“Who are they?”

Hoseok follows Yoongi’s eyes and chuckles around his cigarette.

“Ah, them. The twins.”

Yoongi frowns, following the couple. They didn’t seem all the different from others, but there was something about them that seemed like someone casted a spotlight on them and everyone else was just a shadow. Something about their presence that made others give them space to walk and talk, and stand close to.

“They- look nothing like twins.” Yoongi scrunches, “Are they even related?” Yoongi would throw a glance at Hoseok now but his eyes are just captivated by the couple, one of them more than the other.

“They’re not actually twins, but they’re one of a kind. Each of them.” Hoseok pauses to take a drag, “Solar used to own the most popular and high-profiled hostess club and restaurant branch in the country. Back then, she worked under the Red Dragon,” the woman walks away, but Yoongi’s eyes stays on the other, “Jimin- is the son of an executive who owed more than he could ever pay for. Long story short, Jimin paid his father’s dues himself.”

“Jimin?” Yoongi asks.

Hoseok hums around the cigarette, his lips curled into a smile as he sees Yoongi’s eyes.

“They are the best out of everyone in this room, no matter if you’re my dad or anyone else- no one here has more power in their hands. If you get to sleep with one of them, you’re the best. No one can touch you.”

Yoongi’s head quickly turns to Hoseok smug grin.

“What?”

“Oh. It’s true.” Yoongi looks at Jimin again. No matter how special he thought Jimin could be, he could never see this far. “Don’t go thinking you can charm him that easily. It doesn’t matter how much money you have.”

Yoongi pushes himself to the edge of his seat and looks back at the guy who looks young and rather naive compared to the picture Hoseok is painting of him.

“Who’s that?” Yoongi asks and Hoseok turns to look as well.

“Ah, that’s the director of KCIA. Some people think he’s sleeping with Solar, but he seems quite fond of Jimin too. Though, it might just be business- who knows?” Hoseok shrugs uninterested.

After a moment Yoongi glared at Hoseok and leaned back on his seat.

“Don’t believe me? Just ask anyone.” The ashes from Hoseok’s cigarette fly everywhere when he gestures exaggeratedly.

***

‘If money didn’t matter for Jimin, then what could?’ - Yoongi just kept thinking about it.

“Tae!” Yoongi called out from his office and Taehyung just materialized itself- well, almost, on the other side of Yoongi’s desk.

“Yes?”

“I need you to look into someone for me. I want you to find out what they like. Flowers, cars, a penthouse, a new liver, plastic surgery. Just anything.”

Taehyung frowns.

“Who?”

“Jimin.”

“Jimin who?” Taehyung tries again.

“You figure it out.” Yoongi orders, impatient, “He was at the party last night.”

“Ah, sure. That sounds- easier, I guess.” Taehyung says sarcastically, then stops, “Wait a- He? You said he?”

“Yes, he. Why? Gotta a problem with it?” Yoongi provokes and Taehyung shakes his head.

“No, you just doesn’t look like-”

“Don’t finish that sentence, you prick” Yoongi half-heartedly complains, “You should call me sir! I’m your boss.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung tries, approaching, “We used to be cellmates! We helped each other-”

“Just do as I say. You’re too problematic to deserve any special treatment for now. Just find him” Yoongi orders.

“But- Sir, is that anything I could use? A piece of info or intel?”

“That’s your job! All I know is that he came along with a girl named Solar last night. She seemed to have connections with Bang Yongguk and the Red Dragon.”

“Yamazaki? He passed on his Seoul branch to someone named Kai.” Taehyung recalls.

“Don’t get mixed up with them again. Didn’t you get in jail because of them? Your target isn’t the girl.” Taehyung sighs

“Okay, hyung.”

Yoongi hisses as Taehyung leaves the room.

***

There’s another party and Yoongi invited himself in. He roamed around for a bit and made his connections as he could, placed his bets here and there, all the while his eyes looked for this one person. But, it all seems useless, Jimin doesn’t seem to be anywhere. He even looked for him where the junkies are enjoying their high, but he’s not there.

“Taehyung. Let’s go.” Yoongi orders.

Taehyung follows Yoongi, opens the doors and accompanies him down the hall. Halting when the other does out of the blue.

Yoongi scoffs.

“I’ve been looking for you”

Taehyung felt a shiver run through him when he heard his adored hyung speak so velvety. He’s seen many sides of Yoongi, but he’s yet to get used to this one, apparently. Taehyung didn’t like how something twisted inside of him, something like disgust sent the food he ate earlier in the evening go all the way up his throat, while the blood pumping to his head caused a painful reaction he tried his best to ignore.

Taehyung sees Jimin’s trained eyes examine the man in front of him and whatever expression Yoongi was showing made Jimin smirk just the tiniest bit and shift on his feet with his hands shoved in the pockets of his dress pants casually.

***

“I heard a lot about you” Yoongi says once they’re alone at the hotel’s restaurant.

Taehyung’s at a nearby table drinking orange juice and glancing at the couple every now and then. Curious. Just curious.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow. He chose not to order anything and cut-off Yoongi when the waitress when she came by, dismissing her with so much as a short sentence that seemed to roll out of his tongue too easily, Yoongi noticed.

“I dislike guys like you the most,” Jimin said simply and Yoongi pretended to not be affected by it, Taehyung shifted on his seat, “I’m not interested in ex-cons and especially dislike lap dogs.”

“I might be an ex-con, but I’m not a lap dog.”

Jimin pouts and tilts his head as if he’s processing, innocently what Yoongi just said.

“Then, get rid of Hoseok’s protection. Until then, stop sending people to stalk me, it’s burdensome.”

Jimin stands up and leaves while Yoongi stays, staring at the empty chair across from him.

***

“Hyung,” Taehyung calls softly and by now Yoongi doesn’t care anymore what the younger calls him.

Taehyung wishes he could stop Yoongi. This is stupid. This is really stupid.

part 2 ⇾

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thinkyoureholy · 5 years

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Guess Who [9/ OG Ending]

[ a/n : that's it everyone, the end has come hhhh I love working on this so much I'm sad to let it go BUT I have other things in the works that I'm excited about😁 thank you for showing Guess Who and Sweet Lies so much love I honestly can't believe how much support it got I wasn't expecting it at all I love y'all so much😭🤧💞]

Pairing : Kim Jongin x Reader / Byun Baekhyun x Reader

Genre : Angst, Violence, Language, Fluff, Smut, CHARACTER DEATH, Mafia! AU

Words : 2k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. 1st Alt Ending. 2nd Alt Ending.

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-Y/N’s P.O.V-

I stared down at Jongdae’s face, numb all over. I had laid him down on the ground a while ago but I couldn’t bring myself to move, not even when I heard gunshots coming from inside the house. I just...sat there, staring blankly at Jongdae’s dead body. Was it really worth it? I knew I had nothing else to live for but was it true for the guys as well? I never stopped to ask them if they wanted to do anything, anything at all with their lives. All I did was ask them to give me their lives, selfishly thinking of my own goals, not once stopping to think about them. I couldn’t help but let out a dry and humorless laugh, staring down at my hands now. I should’ve died back there in that warehouse.

Without a word I pushed myself off the ground, swaying from side to side as my eyes scanned the area. After a few seconds of looking around I found a tree branch laying on the ground. It wasn’t too big but it had a decent amount of leaves still attached to it. I picked it up silently, dragging it back to where the others lay. I looked at each and every one of them before turning to Kyungsoo. I was moving almost robotically as I patted him down, searching for a lighter. I had remembered that he smoked occasionally so he must have a lighter on him. I almost smiled when I found one in his pocket but frowned instead. With a heavy sigh I light the branch, throwing the lighter to the ground once it was lit. As if on autopilot I slowed walked over to the treeline, making my way around it, igniting everything the branch touched. I watched with dead eyes as the fire crawled its way up the tree for a moment, the flames reflecting off my eyes.. I turned on my heel suddenly, now facing the house. Dragging the branch behind me I left a trail of fire in my wake, dropped the branch a few feet from the house.

I remember hearing six guns shots, if one bullet made its way into one man then that means there’s at least one more alive in there, the one who fired the last shot. Only one person came to mind when I thought of that last man standing, please, please let it be him but if it was the wrong man, if it was the one that deserved death more than anything then the police would be here soon enough with a fire that big burning outside. I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment, clenching my hands into fists at my sides, willing the tears not to fall but just the thought of him being dead had them falling from my eyes at full force. I let out a shaky breath before reaching for the door, noting how my body shook. As soon as I opened the door I felt the air leaving my lungs, blood.

There--there was so much blood. Blood seeped into the tiled floor of the kitchen, the walls of the hallway leading to the living room were covered in blood. I took slow steps forward, my legs feeling like they were ten times heavier than usual. I was only able to take a few steps before I completely froze, seeing a familiar tussle of black hair matted down with blood. I couldn’t see who exactly it was but I couldn’t help but think the worst, forcing my legs to move and turn the corner. My knees almost gave out from under me when I saw Junmyeon’s face. He was lying on his back, a bullet hole in the middle of his forehead, his eyes closed forever. I choked on a sob as I stumbled back, my eyes trailing down his lifeless body, only to find someone else’s foot lying next to his.

I brought a hand up to my mouth, that sob escaping as I recognized those shoes. No, no it can’t be, it can’t be him, please anything but that. My pleas went unheard as I stared at his body, falling to my knees. I reached out a trembling hand but retracted it, not wanting to believe it but the blood that pooled around him was too big for him to still be alive. I crawled over to him slowly stopping just a few inches from his body. I reached out to touch him once more and like before I pulled back just before my fingers touched him. Pulled my hands close to my body, curling in on myself as I sobbed, feeling my heart break into a million pieces.

“No...no...please...you--you can’t be dead, n-not you. S-Sehun please...open your eyes. I’m b-begging you…” I cried out, finally having the courage to touch him.

I grabbed his face in my hands, choking on a sob at how cold he was to the touch. I leaned down and pressed my forehead against his, my tears falling against his cheeks.

“Sehun please.” I said, biting down on my bottom lip, hoping for a miracle but even I knew that wasn’t possible.

I whimpered before wrapping my arms around him, holding him close just before I let out a loud cry of anguish and grief. I felt my whole body trembling violently as I lost the one person that meant the world to me. He was the only person I could count on, the one that never lied to me. Out of everyone, he was the only one that mattered, not Baekhyun, not Jongin, but Sehun. Everything with Sehun was different, our bond was deeper, if only I had just told him how much he truly meant to me. He was my family, my brother and I-I let him get hurt like this. If I hadn’t pushed this whole revenge thing he would still be alive right now, teasing me over some stupid thing.

“I’m sorry...I’m so sorry…”

I repeated this over and over again like a mantra until I could no longer make the words come out. I sat there for I don’t know how long, the numbness coming back. I felt numb all over, the tears having stopped moments ago.

“Y/N…”

I heard my name called out in a strained voice from my right. My movements were sluggish as I turned my head, looking up at him through hooded lids. I let my eyes roam over his body lazily, noticing the blood on both his legs and his left shoulder. The moment I looked upon his face I felt nothing, no hate, no affection, nothing. No emotions whatsoever came over me, I just felt empty inside.

“Did you kill him…?” I asked, staring back down at Sehun’s lifeless face.

He said nothing for awhile, kneeling down beside me, “No..at least not him.”

I nodded, oddly believing his words, “What about Jongin? You kill him?”

There was a pause before I felt him put his hands on my shoulders, shaking me softly, “Y/N listen to me, Jongin, he did this. All of it. He killed Junmyeon, Sehun, Minseok, and Yixing. He wants us all dead and he wants you and me to kill each other.”

I couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at his words, tilting my head to the side, “Do you really expect me to believe Jongin killed his own men? He’s a lot of things but a traitor is not one of them. Is lying all your good at?”

“Y/N--Y/N listen to me please, just this once at least. I’m telling the truth. If I was lying I’d come up with a more believable lie. I know I haven’t been truthful with you but p-please believe me just this once.” He pleaded with me, shaking my shoulders once more.

I smiled softly, “Why? Why should I? Let’s say I believe you and Jongin killed everyone and wants you and me dead what will he gain from it? He’s lost his whole crew, everything he had built up over all those years, gone. Now he’ll have to start from scratch-”

“That’s exactly what he wants! He wants to start over, take control over the whole city without us in the way to stop him! Believe me please!” He yelled, cutting me off before sighing heavily, “You--you should get out of here, there’s nothing left for me but you...you still have your whole life ahead of you. I want you to at least go out and live the life we robbed from you. I want you to live, Sehun would want you to live. Y/N please...just get out of here while you can.”

I said nothing, lowering my head and staring down at Sehun’s lifeless face once more. Before I could stop it a dry laugh left my lips, the tears flowing once more. I grinned but the smile didn’t reach my eyes.

“Tell me, what would I be living for? Sehun’s dead. Everyone I cared about is dead...just what would I be living for?” I asked, looking up to meet his eyes.

As soon as our eyes met I felt my heart sink to the pit of my stomach at the look in his eyes. He looked so incredibly sad, heartbroken even but before he could say anything a deep chuckle bounced off the walls. I bowed my head once more, my eyes on Sehun. I could hear the footsteps approaching us but I paid them no mind.

“I’m touched really. All the way till the end you believe that I’m a good person. I don’t know if I should thank you or laugh at how stupid you are.” Jongin said, his voice coming from directly behind me, “I knew you’d come in handy in the long run and boy am I glad I was right. You helped me get rid of everyone that was useless to me...I’m kinda sad I have to get rid of you too.”

I didn’t even bother raising my head, not even when I heard some scuffling going on behind me. While it was going on I couldn’t help but stare at the gun that lay beside Sehun. If what Baekhyun said is true then Jongin really did kill Sehun. Slowly, without drawing attention I reached for the gun, slowly wrapping my fingers around it, bringing it closer to my body. I stared down at the gun covered in blood, suddenly flinching when I heard a single gunshot go off. I didn’t dare turn around, already knowing who fired it. There was no way Baekhyun would’ve been able to fight Jongin off in his condition and when I felt a rough hand weave through my hair, pulling at it harshly I knew I was right.

“I guess this is the end, doll. I really did enjoy playing with you.” He said, his voice low, breathing heavily.

I watched as he brought his gun up, aiming at my head but before he had the chance to fire I shot first. His face fell the moment the bullet pierced his skin, his hold on my hair loosening up before he pulled on it harder than he had before. He grit his teeth together before lowering his gun, aiming at my stomach. With hate filled eyes he fired once, two, three times. I winced at the pain, tasting the blood in my mouth, faintly hearing the sound of sirens in the background. Jongin shoved me away from him, letting me fall to the ground with a thud. I looked up at the ceiling blankly, coughing up blood as it trailed down the sides of my face. Just as I felt like my body was finally about to shut down a hand intertwined with mine. I turned my head slowly, seeing Baekhyun in the same state that I was, no he was in worse condition. But he was holding on, wanting to get to me just before the life left his body. Unlike before I didn’t move away, squeezing his hand in mine. If only I had just stayed away, left all of my hatred... then no one would have died. I guess it’s too late to regret that now, hindsight isn’t going to save me, I mean why would it if I couldn’t even help myself. Man, all the way to the end I was pathetic.

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Shelter of Hope | Chapter 15

Genre: Poly!AU; Hybrid!AU; Fluff; Angst

Pairing: Hybrid BTS x Female!Reader; Human!Reader, Human!Namjoon, White Persian Cat!Seokjin, Siamese Cat!Yoongi, Border Collie!Hoseok, Calico Cat!Jimin, Australian Shepherd!Taehyung, Siberian Husky!Jungkook

Summary: Y/N and her husband Namjoon are the proud owners of a hybrid shelter, protecting and saving as many hybrids as they can. They have a couple of their own, a cat and dog hybrid, whom they love with all their hearts. In the shelter, they gain some hybrids with trauma filled pasts, and one particular one who no one seems to want. What will happen when their little family of four turns to eight?

Warning: Mentions of Abuse, Sexual Assault, Depression, Anxiety; Suggestions of Smut; Read with caution <3 VIOLENT CHAPTER AHEAD Including Blood, Cigarette Burns, Physical Abuse, Mention of torture, Major Character Death???????, Please read with caution~ <3

Word Count: 1,272

Chapter 1 // Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4 // Chapter 5 // Chapter 6 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 8 // Chapter 9 // Chapter 10 // Chapter 11 // Chapter 12 // Chapter 13 // Chapter 13.5: BONUS // Chapter 14 // Chapter 16 // Chapter 17 // Chapter 18 // Chapter 19 // Chapter 20 // Chapter 21 // Chapter 22 // Chapter 23 // Chapter 24 // Chapter 25 [FINAL] //

Author’s Note: Welcome to Chapter 15! SURPRISE ATTACK! You all asked for this~ You can’t yell at me~~~ Next Chapter will be Wednesday~ ;) Please let me know what you think of this chapter, I love getting feedback! I hope you enjoyed it!!! ^_^

The torture that they did was inhumane, how could they do it? What felt like days was only some hours. They used anything from punching me to electrocution…. Cigarette burns covered my body, and I was desperately trying to hold my body up as to not let my shoulders dislocate.

The whole time, Jin would scream and cry, but I would never give the men time to go to him and do the same. I’d rather it be me…. By the time I could think about the hours I spent here, I was sure it was night time.

Another man walked in, a small smirk on his face. I could feel my face scrunch up from fear and exhaustion. I had already passed out twice from the pain, and my heart felt like it was on fire. He rubbed his hands together, that’s what I could see out of my one good eye.

Just as he raised his hand to punch me, the leader walked in, face a little too serious. The man turned around, making him nod and leave. Fang walked up, eyeing the state I was in, and I tried my best to avoid his gaze.

He unhooked me, and I crumpled to the ground, screaming in pain as my body hit the cement. Jin was staring at me, ears perked, like he heard something. I could see the hope in his eyes as he stared at me, heart breaking.

Fang knelt down, eyeing my crumpled form. I didn’t move, I couldn’t. My arms were incredibly sore, and it’s a wonder that my shoulder’s didn’t dislocate. Fang grabbed a fistful of my hair, making me hiss in pain as he made me look at him.

“Someone’s asking for you,” He cooed, not letting my hair go and dragging me, gripping Jin by his shirt and dragging him alongside me. I cried in agony, holding his wrists to ease the pain as he dragged us both.

I tried kicking, tears streaming down my bruised cheeks. I heard loud growls and angry gasps, and my heart froze at the sounds. I knew who it was, but I wanted them gone as soon as possible. Fang turned me, dropping me hard at the ground, making me grunt in pain.

I looked through my hair, staring at the boys in front of me. Jimin and Taehyung were staring at me with wide eyes, and I could practically feel their hearts break. Jungkook, Hoseok, and Yoongi had some looks on their faces that I had never seen before, ones that scared me. They were angry, so much so that their faces were a little red, and Hoseok and Jungkook were showing their fangs a bit.

Namjoon was incredibly calm, and he had our team behind him, guns at the ready. Namjoon was wearing a bullet proof vest like the rest of the boys, and it only slightly eased my worry, but I was angry.

“Get out,” I growled low, looking up at them through my eyelashes.

“Not happening,” Namjoon replied, not taking his eyes off Fang. “What do you want for them?”

“Them? Cute,” Fang said, smirking. “Jin stays, I just wanted to show you him, how he’s been doing.”

“Please, Joonie, leave,” I begged, using the last of my strength to stand.

They saw my cut shirt, along with the bruises and burns, which only made their emotions show more on their faces. A man grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, making Yoongi growl loud, stepping forward.

“No, Yoongi,” I begged, putting up my hand and wincing in pain. “Please, go away. They want you, they want the shelter.”

“You want our shelter for Y/N?” Namjoon asked, glaring.

“And your hybrids, of course,” Fang said, smirking. “Hello, Taehyung.”

I started to kick, elbowing the man in the stomach, causing him to drop me. I looked through my hair, watching the boys faces contort to fear, and then resolution. Yoongi was the first to take off his bulletproof vest, Hoseok following. Jungkook nodded to Taehyung and Jimin, doing the same, and Taehyung nodded back, taking his vest off, then Jimin.

“No,” I choked out, staring at them in a panic.

“And you’ll leave Y/N alone? And Namjoon?” Yoongi asked, crossing his arms.

“Min Yoongi, don’t you dare,” I growled, standing up. Fang rolled his eyes, grabbing me by the throat and lifting me, making the others freeze. I began to choke, gripping his wrist and trying to lift myself up to relieve my airway.

“Let the hybrids decide,” He growled, making me try to shake my head.

“I’ll… kill you,” I growled, spitting at him, making him throw me, my body hitting the ground with a sickly thud.

“Y/N, please, stop,” Jimin begged, tears rolling down his face.

“I’m not letting him take you,” I said back, too fast because I started to cough.

“No one’s taking anyone,” The leader of the team said, stepping forward. “You’re all surrounded. What are you going to do when you can’t leave?”

“What?” Fang growled, looking around. The other men were frozen in their spots.

“You didn’t think we would come without law enforcement, huh?” Namjoon asked, cockily. “You take our hybrids, you take us.” I watched Namjoon take off his vest, holding out his wrists. “Oh, but you don’t keep people, right?”

“You better run now,” Hoseok growled, glaring hard. “Before they come in.”

The men around dropped everything, booking it the other way. My heart soared as hope filled my every being. Fang chuckled, holding up his hands and taking a few steps back. Namjoon smirked, nodding to the team who dispersed to look for the rest of the hybrids.

“You’re smart, Namjoon,” Fang said, smirking. “But there’s one more thing.”

I watched him slowly pull out a gun and point it at me. I froze, staring wide eyed. The boys screamed as it went off, and I shut my eyes, only to not be hit. When I opened them, Jin was lying on the ground, blood coming out of his right shoulder, gasping in pain. I looked up at Fang, anger filling me as he grunted in anger, pointing it at Namjoon and firing.

I screamed, but I couldn’t hear anything. The bullet struck into Namjoon’s chest, making him topple over. I couldn’t see wear it hit him, was it in the heart? I couldn’t leave Jin…. I pressed my bound hands to his wound, tears streaming down my face. Jungkook was by me in an instant, Jin’s eyes fluttering as fear engulfed me. Jungkook untied my hands, replacing them with his own on Jin’s wound.

“Y/N, go to Joonie, Jimin and I have Jin,” He said, but to me, it was only a whisper. My ears were ringing, my entire body numb from what was going on.

I crawled over to Namjoon, tears streaming down my cheeks. He was alive, barely, Taehyung crying and holding his wound to stop the bleeding. I put my bloody hands on each side of his face, pressing my forehead to his. He gave a weak chuckle, shaking his head.

“You can’t leave me, Namjoon,” I begged. “Hang in there, medics are on the way.”

“Don’t cry, Mrs. Kim,” He choked out, making me look at him. “You know I’ll always be here….”

“Mr. Kim, you can’t die on me,” I begged, shaking my head. “Please, keep your eyes open, you’ll make it.”

“Take care of the boys…” He whispered, closing his eyes. “I love you….” Just like that, I felt an emptiness in my heart, one that left a large hole. He couldn’t be dead… could he?

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Royal Flush, Chapter 3

Previous Chapter

Masterlist

“So for the order of member debuts, it’s going to start with Yeji,” our manager, Soonbok, said, hitting a button on the keyboard, bringing up the two photos of me for the debut, one in that cute fluffy skirt and the other in a pair of high waisted denim, high tops, and a crop top. Our concept was all about the duality of feminine style—the sweet, cute side and the more punk and rebellious side. Or, as our manager called it, “Sugar and Spice.”

Jisoo’s hands flew to her cheeks. “Oh, Yeji-eunnie you look so good! How did you look so perfect?”

“Why me first?” I asked, feeling my heart speed up with nerves. I critically examined the photos. In my opinion, they weren’t anywhere close to perfect. My hair laying weird in one photo, and my legs were way too thick, even after the editing that I’m sure had been done.

“You’re the center, and the visual,” Soonbok explained. “Bang PD-nim thinks that you’ll grab the attention first, and get people excited for everyone else.” I nodded slowly, unsure how I felt about that reasoning. I had a feeling it was a little bit less exciting being called the visual than it was for Minji to be called the leader, or Jisoo to be called the lead rapper. It just felt like less of an earned position.

“Who’s next?” Jahyun asked, clapping her hands excitedly.

Soonbok obliged, clicking to the next slide of her powerpoint. “After Yeji, it will be Minji,” she told us. Minji’s photos were lovely. Her bleached blonde hair popped against her tan skintone, and the blues and reds the stylists put her in looked amazing on her. “Then JJ.”

JJ. That was Jisoo’s stage name. Her name was Jung Jisoo, and in English her initials were JJ. Sometimes I forgot she had taken one, since we all still just called her by her name. We’d have to get used to calling her JJ more, at least for during interviews and things. Jahyun had taken one too—Juliet.

I’d been offered a few stage names too. Roxy, Stacey, Maya. In the end I’d decided to keep my own name though. Kim Yeji suited me.

“After JJ is Juliet.” I realized I’d basically missed Jisoo’s pictures. I made a mental note to look back at them later. Meanwhile, now Jahyun’s adorable face was smiling on the screen. I was surprised by her edgy photo though—I hadn’t been on set for those photos, and had yet to see them. It almost seemed wrong to see our bubbly and cute maknae posing in combat boots and ripped jeans, but she pulled the look off as effortlessly as she did so many other things.

I could tell Jahyun was proud of the pictures as well, so I leaned over and wrapped my arms around her shoulders, giving her a squeeze. Her grin grew wider as she snuggled back into my arms, craving cuddles as usual.

“Haneul-eunnie is last?” Jisoo asked, looking to our eldest sister sitting on the end.

Soonbok nodded, giving Haneul a kind smile. “Haneul’s energy is so kind and calm, she’s a great way to round out the group and make people feel secure that the group is grounded.” Soonbok always had a way of delivering information in such a nice way. Maybe that was why she was (secretly) all of our favorite manager.

Haneul’s pictures were pretty too. She’d had her hair dyed a dusty pink, and they’d done her eye makeup to match with sparkly pink eyeshadow in the soft pictures, and hot pink eyeliner in the edgy ones. I found my eyes drawn to how impossibly small her body seemed to be—before Haneul had even been a trainee, she’d trained for years as a ballerina, and her body shape told that story.

Minji sighed, looking equal parts nervous and excited. “Having a schedule for the photos makes debut seem all the sooner.”

Haneul nodded. “Only two months now,” she said, and I felt a shiver run through me. Was I excited? Terrified? What if the fans hated us? We had a lot to live up to. I’d been on social media, and I’d seen people speculating about us, and how Bangtan set such an example for us to follow. It was a lot to take in.

Coming up after Bangtan would provide us with a lot of opportunity, certainly. People would be watching us right away. We’d start out with probably bigger shows and interviews. There were even already talks of a small tour around the US early next year. But there were drawbacks too. We would get away with a lot fewer mistakes than an average rookie group. Everyone was going to be watching Royal Flush.

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Two hours later, we were mid-dance rehearsal. We’d just finished another run-through of our debut song when our choreographer gave us a break to rest and have some water. I smiled as I saw Jahyun dramatically collapse onto the floor right where she stood, reaching up to drag Jisoo down to lay with her. The two of them giggled as they cuddled up next to each other, sweaty as they were.

I followed Haneul over to the side of the room where our water bottles were. Somehow, she already had mine and handed it to me. “You look exhausted,” she joked, pushing a sweaty strand of my hair from my face.

“Not really,” I replied, taking a long drink of water. It was still cold and fresh—the insulated water bottles Haneul had bought for all of us were so good. “Minji?” I called out, handing our leader Jahyun’s water. “Take that to the kids, please. They’ll forget to hydrate.”

“What do you think of being the first member debuted?” Haneul asked as Minji scampered off to deliver water to the maknaes. Haneul and I both took a seat resting our backs against the wall, watching as the tiny leader was coerced to joining the other two who were now starfishing in the middle of the studio floor.

I shrugged. “I mean…it’s not like it means much,” I said, trying not to seem too nervous about the idea. “So they’ll see my face first. It’s not huge, they’ll see Minji’s the next day, and then Jisoo and Jahyun and you. We’re a group.”

“Jahyun is already planning out her first twitter post once we gain control of the account,” Haneul said with a smile and a shake of her head. “She wants so badly to make a good first impression on the fans. It matters so much to her.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. Too easily, Jahyun could be seen as just a silly teenager who was excited about becoming a star. But us—Royal Flush, and the staff—we saw how hard that girl worked every day, even while still going to school and growing up. Her family were all the way back in Daegu. Jahyun might have given up the most of any of us for this, and she kept a smile on her face the whole time.

So often were people going in and out of the studio, we didn’t really notice when the door opened, but then a voice called our attention. “Hello, Royal Flush.” Simultaneously, all five of us looked over to see all seven members of Bangtan standing in the doorway.

I don’t know how we all managed to get to our feet and bow so quickly. “Hello Bangtan-sunbaes,” we replied, almost in unison. I heard Jahyun giggle nervously, and I looked over to see her halfway hiding behind Jisoo. While I watched, I saw Jisoo pinch Jahyun’s elbow in an attempt to get her to calm down.

Kim Namjoon was the one who had greeted us. “We thought it was about time that we came and saw you all.”

By now, all of us had finished bowing. My eyes moved from one member to the other, too entranced by the sunbaes to focus on one. Jeon Jungkook seemed to be focusing on his leader and avoiding our eyes, Park Jimin gave a cheerful wave, and when I caught Kim Seokjin’s eyes, the saucy man winked at me. I felt a furious blush rise in my cheeks and ducked my head, terrified that my face was now the same color as my hair.

Minji stepped right into her role as leader, stepping away from the group and bowing again to Bangtan. “My name is Kong Minji, sunbaes,” she introduced. “I’m Royal Flush’s leader.”

Haneul stepped forward as well. “I am Li Haneul,” she said, bowing as well. “I’m the eldest.” Haneul looked over at me expectantly.

When I looked over the group again, my eyes met with Min Yoongi. They seemed to lock with mine just the same way they did in the practice room. I wondered if he had told his other members—well, other than Namjoon and Jimin—about how we’d already met. “My name is Kim Yeji, sunbaes,” I said quietly. “I’m…Yeji.”

I heard Jahyun snicker so quietly I’d almost felt I imagined it. A tiny smirk showed up on Yoongi’s face, though it was gone in a second.

“Ah, another Kim!” Seokjin said, throwing his head to the side to whip his bangs from his eyes. “Tell me, Kim Yeji, how does it feel to be the second most attractive Kim at Big Hit?”

My blush came back full force, exactly at the same time as Namjoon and Taehyung both shoved and shouted at Seokjin playfully. I simply forced a giggle, ducking my head down again and pulling my hair in front of my face.

“You’ve made her shy, hyung,” Jimin protested. “Don’t let him be a tease, he never knows when to stop.” The boys laughed, including Seokjin.

Jisoo took her chance to give another bow. “I am Jung Jisoo, sunbaes, but you might know me by my stage name JJ. I’m the main rapper for Royal Flush.”

“And I’m Yuk Jahyun.” The maknae didn’t wait a second to introduce herself, clearly eager. Her bow was as bouncy as her personality. “I’ll be debuting as Juliet.”

“You’re the maknae, aren’t you?” Taehyung asked with a smile. He slung an arm around Jungkook, who was still being very still and quiet, avoiding eye contact. “Our Jungkookie can give you some tips on debuting so young.”

“Oh yes!” Jahyun said, nodding. “I’d be honored to learn anything sunbae had to teach me.”

“We were hoping to catch a sneak preview of your choreos, if that’s all right with you?” Namjoon suggested. His calm smile and demeanor really radiated out of him, putting me almost at ease again. “It looks like you were taking a break…”

“Of course, sunbae,” Minji agreed, and when she looked around the rest of us nodded eagerly along. “We can surely run through our debut choreography again.”

“Fantastic!” Seokjin exclaimed. His exuberance seemed only to excite Jahyun more, and she giggled while bouncing up and down and clapping. Bangtan made their way further into the studio, joining the staff who had been watching us from one side of the room. As Haneul and I placed our waters down and rejoined our members in the center, I took the time to observe the way our sunbaes interacted with each other.

It was so easy, the way they walked and talked. Namjoon and Seokjin seemed to be discussing something together as they both stood at one end of the group. Taehyung and Jimin were both clearly whispering teasing words to Jungkook, as his red cheeks and stifled laughter seemed to imply. He repeatedly shook his head at them and shoved them away as they attempted to hang off of his shoulders. Hoseok watched them and occasionally added a ruffle of Jungkook’s hair.

Yoongi seemed to stay off to the side. He’d chosen to crouch down, and was simply staring at his shoes, seeming deep in thought. While I stood there, wondering what he was thinking, he looked up and our eyes met once again.

I looked away quickly. I really needed to stop that.

We quickly got back into the very familiar starting position for our choreo. I started in the center, and knew every eye would be automatically drawn to me. I’d have to be careful not to make any mistakes. The choreography wasn’t exactly easy, and Royal Flush was no exception to Big Hit’s love of precision and synchronization. It would be noticeable if we weren’t together.

It was just another run-through. I couldn’t be nervous. I looked down at the ground, ready in my opening position.

When the music started and the first eight beats went by, my head popped up right on cue, and after that, I wasn’t really aware of anything that happened. My body got carried away by the music, and by the long hours of work and the sheer memorization of this dance. I forgot who was even in the room and just focused on dancing as good as I ever had.

The second the music stopped, and all five of us had stuck our ending positions, Bangtan broke out into applause. My cheeks burned automatically, and I felt a sheepish grin on my face. “Wow, our juniors are the best,” Hoseok kept repeating.

“Really, Royal Flush, that was awesome,” Namjoon said, standing up from where he’d crouched down next to Yoongi to watch. My eyes slid over to Yoongi, who was simply nodding along to what everyone else said. He looked tired.

“Oh man, I’m going to be singing that song later,” Taehyung commented. “Jisoo-ssi, that one line you have? Deck of cards with five queens in one hand, I’d call that a Royal Flush, that is such a killing line. Did you write that?”

“Yes, with Yeji-eunnie’s help,” Jisoo said, and I smiled in receipt of the acknowledgement. “Yeji-eunnie is great at lyrics.”

“She is great at dancing, too,” Hoseok said. “I couldn’t keep my eyes off you, seriously.”

“Haneul too,” Jimin interjected. “I can tell, you must have a background in modern dance or something?”

“Ballet,” Haneul said with a smile and nod. Jimin nodded as well, and smiled along with her.

“As much as we’d love to stand here and compliment our juniors all day, Bangtan does have practice as well,” Namjoon said. He threw an arm around Jungkook’s shoulders. The maknae had seemed to brighten up during the performance, though he hadn’t said anything. “We will leave you to your practice, Royal Flush. Minji-ssi, is it all right if I get your cellphone number, so I can text you when our groups can meet up for a meal sometime?”

“Yes, of course, sunbae,” Minji said hurriedly trotting over to her bag to grab her phone. Most of Bangtan wandered out with smiles and waves from them and bows from us. Haneul gripped my arm tightly.

“Can you believe Bangtan liked our dance?” she whispered in my ear.

I looked at her, a little surprised. “I thought nothing shook you, eunnie,” I teased. “They’re our seniors, of course they like us.”

“They could have ignored us, but they didn’t. And Park Jimin complimented my dancing. ME,” she repeated, seeming in shock.

While I couldn’t understand why she was surprised someone would enjoy her dancing, I understood the feeling. “I know,” I repeated, watching as Namjoon left, last of his bandmates. “It feels like things are really starting to come together.”

“Like this is real,” Haneul added. I nodded.

“Yeah. Like this is real.”

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A/N: If you would like to see a GREAT idea of what Royal Flush’s dance/performance aesthetic is like, I highly recommend ITZY’s dance rehearsal videos. I use them for inspiration when it comes to Royal Flush. The Dalla Dalla dance rehearsal is a great idea of what Royal Flush’s choreography looks like, with the members as follows:

Yeji-Yeji (I decided this BEFORE I knew this member’s name was Yeji, I was shocked)

Ryujin-Jisoo (JJ)

Chaeryong-Minji

Yuna-Haneul

Lia-Jahyun (Juliet)

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The Wizarding World of EXO [Chapter 2: Kim Junmyeon and the Forbidden Forest]

Hogwarts!AU

All EXO members

Summary: Welcome to the Wizarding World, ten years after the Second Wizarding War. Now, nine students at Hogwarts each have their own story to tell, secrets to discover and identities to grow.

Chapter 1│Chapter 2│Chapter 3│Chapter 4│Chapter 5│Chapter 6│ Chapter 7│Chapter 8│Chapter 9│Chapter 10│Chapter 11│Epilogue

“Seriously,” Kim Junmyeon lets out an exasperated sigh, hands on his hips disapprovingly. “This is—like, what?—the fifth time I caught you using magic in the hallways.”

She flashes him the most innocent smile, batting her eyelashes as she clasps her hands in front of her. Here we go again. “What? It wasn’t me! Didn’t you see, uh, Karen just now?”

Junmyeon rolls his eyes, knowing her lies very well now. “Ten points from Slytherin.”

She huffs, throwing her hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms like a child. “Fine, I don’t really care anyways.”

Junmyeon frowns, eyes narrowing. “Why do you keep doing this? It it fun? You know, we have rules for a reason.”

She rolls her eyes, reaching out to toy with his red and gold pin. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand, Mr. Prefect. Rules are boring.”

She flashes him a coy smile, wiggling her fingers before disappearing down the hall. Junmyeon shakes his head, exhausted. There’s no way he can stay sane if he has to continue dealing with that girl.

He begins to make his way to his next class, spotting a familiar face. “Baekhyun!”

“Hey.” The younger male greets with his signature grin, hair yet another color and surrounded by a group of people—again. “Heading to class?”

Byun Baekhyun, Gryffindor sixth year, is absolutely a people’s person, always in the center of attention. He’s filled with mischief, and Junmyeon is pretty sure he would have been able to fit in with the Marauders perfectly. Strange how Junmyeon and Baekhyun, who are so different, ended up being such close friends.

“Yes.” Junmyeon raises a brow. “Which you should be doing too.”

Baekhyun lets out a suspicious laugh, almost sheepish and Junmyeon internally groans. “Don’t make me put you in detention, Baek. Because I will—”

Out of the corner of his eye, he sees something fly past. He turns towards the thing with a frown, watching it land on the floor and snarl. “Not again.” He makes his way to the offending Fanged Frisbee, which is still snapping its fangs, picking it up and turning to the owner with a scowl. “Detention.”

Her eyes are wide, having been caught red-handed. A whine leaves her lips, “But—”

“Detention.” He repeats icily. “After class, you’re going to clean the halls. Without magic.”

Her jaw falls open, horror flashing across her face. “You can’t—”

“Actually,” Junmyeon cuts her off smoothly, face smug as he taps his pin. “I can. See you later.”

Her face flushes red, perhaps from anger, but Junmyeon feels too triumphant to care. In all honesty, he should’ve put her in detention a long time ago, but was always too generous.

His potions teacher is surprised when he walks into class, because he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.

Junmyeon taps his foot impatiently as he waits in the halls. It’s okay, he reassures himself, class just ended. She could be running a little late, trying to drag this out for as long as possible.

But when he looks out the window of the third floor, he sees her there, walking away from the building. And not just away, but towards somewhere she is definitely not supposed to go. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

Without thinking, Junmyeon rushes down the hall—making sure not to fall off the Grand Staircase—and out the building. He races after her, slightly relieved when he sees her silhouette up ahead. “Wait!”

She turns, gasping at him and begins to run. Junmyeon grounds his teeth, pushing himself to go faster. Oh no she doesn’t.

He pulls out his wand from his pocket, pointing it at her and yelling, “Alarte Ascendare!”

“Whoa!” She wobbles, as she’s lifted into the air, only to quickly fall back down with a pained yelp. “Ow, that really hurt!”

Junmyeon slides his wand back, gazing down at her with a disapproving frown. “Well maybe you shouldn’t have gone to the Forbidden Forest, which is—by the way—forbidden!”

She growls at him, pushing herself off the ground and dusting herself off. “You’re so annoying, you know that?”

“And I suppose you’re not.” Junmyeon crosses his arms, raising a brow at her. “Ever thought that—I don’t know—disobeying the rules and giving me twice as much work is annoying?”

She sticks her tongue out at him before turning on her heels and marching forward.

“Hey!” Junmyeon calls. “Hogwarts is that way.”

“Then go that way!” She yells back. “I’m going in.”

They’re already at the edge of the forest, and as she goes deeper, it becomes harder to keep her in sight. Junmyeon sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, glancing back at Hogwarts before sighing. He just can’t let her go in there alone. “Wait up!”

He jogs over to join her, earning an annoyed glare. “Thought you were too good to be in the Forbidden Forest, Mr. Prefect.”

He scowls back, returning her glare. “Well, I’d rather not get in trouble if they find your corpse. Now let’s take a quick turn, satisfy your burning curiosity, and go back.”

She merely rolls her eyes at him, showing no signs of heading back. Junmyeon grumbles under his breath as he looks around, practically expecting danger to jump out at them.

It’s hard to navigate the forest, with the trees blocking out the sunlight and raised roots or stumps all over the ground. It’ll be a miracle if he gets back to Hogwarts without breaking an ankle.

“Wait.”

He almost bumps into her, who is standing rigid in front of him. He asks, annoyed, “What?”

“Spiders.” She squeaks out, taking a step back, grabbing onto his arm and squeezing hard.

Junmyeon winces, shoving her with his elbow. “Ow!”

“Sorry.” Her voice is unusually quiet, and even in the dim lighting he can tell she’s pale.

Junmyeon cracks a grin. “What, are you scared of spiders? Aren’t you a Slytherin?”

“What does being a Slytherin have anything to do with being scared of spiders?” She demands, looking offended.

Junmyeon merely chuckles. “Snakes eat spiders, don’t they?”

She rolls her eyes, but Junmyeon continues to laugh. She slaps his arm, earning another yelp. “Anyways, they’re forming a trail. It seems like they’re leading to somewhere.”

“I thought you were scared of spiders.” Junmyeon frowns, not tempted at all to follow a trail of spiders into the Forbidden Forest. Definitely a warning sign for danger.

“Well, yes.” She begins to pull him along. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not down for an adventure.”

“Adventure?” Junmyeon echoes with disbelief. “You mean suicide, right?”

“Come on.” Is all she says as she pulls him deeper into the forest, following the trail of spiders.

It’s almost too dark to see now, and so they both take out their wands, whispering, “Lumos.”

He wish he didn’t do that, though. Wish he never followed the spider’s trail and wished he never went into the Forbidden Forest to begin with.

Because all around him are spiders.

Giant ones.

He had heard stories about how the Arcomantulas were forced out of their home by Death Eaters during the finale of the Second Wizarding War, but they probably came back after the war was over.

Junmyeon can feel her hands around his arm, nails digging into his skin and quite possibly drawing blood. From the light of their wands, her face is almost ghostly pale, her lips pursed into a tight line perhaps to stop herself from screaming.

“Ok,” Junmyeon whispers low under his breath so—hopefully—only she can hear. “We’re going to walk backwards very, very slowly.”

She gives him the tiniest nod of her head, and together they begin to walk backwards carefully.

There’s a low grumbling from around them that almost sounds like laughing. Junmyeon swallows thickly, knowing nothing good will come out of this.

“Humans.” It seems to hum. “Haven’t seen one in a while.”

“Yes, after we tried to eat those at the school.”

Another spider groans at that. “Ah, we lost so many.”

“It’s alright,” the spiders begin to close in, “we’ll avenge them by eating these two.”

“Crap.” Junmyeon chokes out, taking another step back.

“Are you lost, hm?” The spiders ask teasingly, and Junmyeon gulps.

“Um, yes.” He manages to flash a smile. “We got lost and—”

“Oh, that’s too bad.” The spider speaks again, it’s eight beady eyes trained on them. “I guess you won’t ever find the right way out.”

The spiders move at lightning speed, their eight long legs carrying them much faster than the two legs of a human. The two of them break out running, Junmyeon ducking to narrowly avoid a spider that launched itself at them.

“I should’ve dragged you back by force!” Junmyeon cries as he swerves sideways to avoid another spider. “Look what you got us into!”

“Nag later, would you!” She screams back, grabbing her wand and yelling, “Stupefy!”

One spider trips on the one she stunned, but they’re too fast and too many are gaining on them.

“We’re going to be eaten by spiders!” Junmyeon yells back. “And it’s your fault!”

A spider lands in front of him, it’s pincers snapping forward and missing his head as he ducks by millimeters.

“Stupefy!” Junmyeon cries in the nick of time to stun the spider, it’s pincers right in front of his face. A second later and his head would’ve been gone.

“Junmyeon!” He snaps his head towards her voice, seeing her backing away from four spiders who have her cornered. She points at a large tree nearby with her wand, “Descendo!”

It crunches and snaps as it falls downwards, crushing a few spiders and creating a perfect path away from the colony. Junmyeon rushes up the thick trunk, well aware that the spiders are right behind him. Glancing back for just a moment, Junmyeon points at her with his wand, yelling, “Wingardium Leviosa!”

She’s propelled into the air just as the spiders lunges, ending up getting tangled and bumping into each other. Junmyeon runs up the trunk, hopping down and motioning his wand in order to move her away from the spiders and land next to him.

“Quick thinking.” She praises as they break off into a run again, much farther away from the spiders now.

“You too.” Junmyeon grins at her, never having felt so terrified yet so exhilarated in his life.

A little farther and they’re back at the edge of Hogwarts. The spiders have stopped chasing, perhaps realizing they’re not worth it. The professors at Hogwarts would probably too much of a pain to deal with.

Junmyeon gasps, collapsing onto his hands and knees once they’re safe. He’s practically shaking from all that running, adrenaline still pumping in his veins. She falls next to him, equally as out of breath. Her cheeks are rosy from the run, but there’s a giant grin on her face.

Strangely, Junmyeon can’t stop the grin from appearing on his face either, and she bursts out laughing as she rolls over on the grass. “Wow! That was amazing!”

“Amazing?” Junmyeon lies down on his back, letting out a few fit of giggles as well. “You mean terrifying.”

“Yes, but amazing.” She turns to beam at him, and oddly Junmyeon thinks she’s never been more pretty than her sweaty, messy appearance at the moment. “We make a good team, you know.”

Junmyeon huffs. “Maybe you should be in Gryffindor instead. You sure got a lot of bravery.”

“Yeah, yeah.” She pushes herself into a sitting position, still with that goofy smile on her face. Junmyeon follows, breathing finally slowing down a little. “We should do that again!”

“You mean go into the Forbidden Forest, follow a trail of spiders and narrowly escape being eaten by said spiders?” He wrinkles his nose. “No way.”

“Okay, I admit it was a bit too much.” She says. “But I mean adventures. Let’s go on more adventures!”

Junmyeon would’ve said no. Should’ve said no. If she had asked him perhaps an hour prior, he would’ve definitely, absolutely said no. But now he finds himself answer, “Yeah, sure.”

Her eyes crinkle as she smiles again, and to his surprise, leans in to press a quick kiss against his cheek. “I’ll see you soon then.”

Junmyeon blinks, touching his cheek where she kissed him and grins. Wow. He supposes some rules are worth breaking, and for the right person.

“Ahem.”

Junmyeon jumps, feeling a chill go down his spine as he looks up, and not at all liking the sight.

Professor McGonagall stares down with him with narrowed eyes and arms crossed. “Was that you coming from the Forbidden Forest, Mr. Kim?”

“I, uh,” he gulps, hurrying to stand and hanging his head in shame. “…Yes. I’m sorry, Professor.”

“Detention.” She turns and heads back to the building, with Junmyeon following meekly behind. “And it seems like you’ll be seeing her sooner than you thought.”

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aaronandroberthemmerdalegay · 5 years

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7 huge Emmerdale fan theories that will blow your mind

What's next for the villagers? The superfans have some ideas.

Emmerdale fan theories, Cain Dingle, Robert Sugden, Moira Dingle.

In recent months, Emmerdale has really gained momentum. With new arrivals, flashback surprises during the special Big Night Out episodes, heartbreaking and hard-hitting storylines for Victoria and Lisa and, of course, the gripping twists in abusive Maya's downfall – it's been exciting stuff.

We all know one sign of a great soap storyline is if it gets fans talking. Currently, Emmerdale has a wealth of fan theories about what might happen next. Social media has been rife with speculation and we've put together some of the best theories for you to ponder over. Do they sound probable or are they way off the mark?

1. Victoria will give her baby to Robron

Victoria Barton confides in Moira Dingle in Emmerdale

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One of the biggest Emmerdale theories of the moment centres around the outcome of Victoria's pregnancy after her horrific rape. As this storyline has played out in parallel to Robert and Aaron's struggling surrogacy plans, fans have put two and two together and speculated that Vic will give her baby to Robron.

While we know Victoria is pregnant, not much has been said yet about whether she plans to go ahead and have the baby. With brother Robert desperate to have a child with his husband Aaron, could Victoria's tragedy have an unexpected outcome for all three of them?

In truth, we have our doubts on this one, as it wasn't so long ago that Victoria was desperate for a baby herself, so we'll just have to wait and see what she decides...

I'm wondering if Victoria will have her baby and give it to Robron #emmerdale

— Ann beverley (@anniebev6) May 15, 2019

Robert and Aaron are going to bring up Victoria’s baby aren’t they #emmerdale

— Kelly Mew🧚‍♂️ (@x_kelx) May 14, 2019

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I wonder if Aaron and Robert will have Victoria’s baby 🤔 #Emmerdale

— Lindsay Kaye Clamp x (@lindsay_kayex) May 10, 2019

2. Maya has groomed other boys

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Ever since manipulative Maya began worming her way into Jacob's affections, viewers have wondered whether she has done this before. She might have protested her innocence to the police and Jacob's loved ones, but her efforts to groom him have shown a clever and vindictive woman at work. Could it be that there are other victims of Maya out there? Could they be the cause of her downfall?

Viewers were quick to pick up on ex-husband Liam Cavanagh's reaction to her arrest and after all, it was Leanna who tried to warn the villagers what Maya was like long before we saw her true colours. Will it emerge that Maya has done this before?

Now it's out in the open it wouldn't surprise me if it turns out that Maya has done this before. #Emmerdale

— Penn Wooding (@BrixhamUK) May 22, 2019

Going to guess that this grooming #Emmerdale storyline will finally end with the revelation that Maya has done this before and that Maya isn’t her name.

Yes, I watch Emmerdale. 🐏🐄🐓

— Jim Doran (@jai_dee) May 22, 2019

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Maya must have previous form surely?? Jacob can't be her first victim 🤔 #Emmerdale

— pollyk (@joy9kat) February 28, 2019

3. Laurel and Jai set to be Emmerdale's next big romance

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Forget Robron, Coira or Vanity – could Emmerdale's next biggest ship be Jaurel? After Laurel's disastrous affair with Bob, are producers lining up her next romance with another unlikely admirer? Fans think they've spotted sparks in the Sharma sweet factory between Jai and Laurel, and they've certainly been spending more time together in recent months.

Since Jai's last relationship with con artist Nell ended badly, he's been on his own and even actor Chris Bisson expressed interest in Jai having a bit of happiness. What do you reckon, could that be with Laurel?

Anyone else getting the feeling that Laurel and Jai are going to end up together? #Emmerdale

— Anzi (@Monkey_Moom) April 10, 2019

Is it me or are we getting Jai & Laurel vibe? 😊 #Emmerdale

— Sulagna (@maitra_sulagna) April 10, 2019

Think there's going to be a Jai and Laurel romance.. #Emmerdale @ITV

— Eleri (@EleriEdwards) March 21, 2019

4. Moira or Cain will cheat

Moira Dingle in Emmerdale

It hasn't gone unnoticed that things have been strained between Cain and Moira of late. With Cain spending more time with ex-flame Harriet, and Moira left to confide in new farmhand Nate, even the couple themselves seem to be aware they've hit a rough patch. With frostiness at Butler's and each of them spending more alone time with others, could this be a sign that Coira are doomed to split?

Theories circulating have predicted Cain might return to the arms of Harriet again or Nate's attraction to an older woman might mean he'll bunk up with Moira.

But Coira fans might not need to worry too much yet as actor Jeff Hordley's recent interview on This Morning suggested Cain and Moira are solid. Unless this was just to throw us off the scent...

I really don't understand where emmerdale going with the Cain/Harriet and Moira/Nate. I just know they love messing the Cain and Moria fans around. I just want them to have a decent storyline. Not in involving exs. I'm not worried about Coria they love each other ☺☺☺#Emmerdale

— Royal Princess Alice Rinderette 😘😘😘😘😊😊 (@WoodhouseAlice) May 16, 2019

Still can't help but feel the writers of emmerdale are going to split Coira up .Cain getting close to Harriet and then Moira cosies up to Nate not feeling positive but normally turns out ok

— Coirafanatic (@Lunascatcat) May 19, 2019

5. Is Mandy Dingle dying?

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You might think the Dingles have had enough tragedy in recent times, but that doesn't stop fans speculating that there's more on the way. When Mandy Dingle returned earlier this year, she hinted that she hadn't revealed her biggest secret, and left without another word. While some fans predicted that her son Vinny could be Paddy's, others had more heartbreaking ideas.

Could Mandy's real secret be a terminal illness? Was her brief visit to Emmerdale to set up a later story where she makes peace with her family and comes home to die? Whatever Mandy's secret, we'd love to see Lisa Riley back in the village – her fun return was all too brief.

Is Mandy ill?? #Emmerdale

— All About Soap & Reality (@about_soap) January 8, 2019

6. Jamie's mystery caller is Joe Tate

Alexander Lincoln as Jamie Tate in Emmerdale

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There's no better way to get soap fans speculating than by throwing in a mystery phone call. Newcomer Jamie Tate has so far seemed nice as pie compared to his mother Kim, despite being embroiled in a car accident in his first week. Nevertheless, Jamie seemed clean cut until we saw he was hiding a secret – twelve missed calls.

Fans' thoughts immediately turned to Joe, once presumed dead and now AWOL somewhere in the world. Could it be him who's trying to get in touch with his estranged uncle? Or is there someone else desperate to get in touch with Jamie?

I bet you that’s joe ringing jamie #emmerdale

— 🌚 (@nottjayy) May 16, 2019

Did anyone else notice Jamie having missed calls from an unknown number? It's Joe Tate!!! He's coming home! 😀

— Dan (@DanONeil95) May 16, 2019

7. Adam Barton will make a return to the village

Victoria and Adam Barton fear Pete has threatened their adoption chances in Emmerdale

After Victoria's rape ordeal, we've only just begun to watch her heartbreaking story. But some viewers are already predicting there will be light at the end of the tunnel. Could a return of Victoria's ex-husband Adam Barton give her back some happiness?

We've seen how much Victoria misses him and with actor Adam Thomas reportedly keen to return, we wouldn't rule it out. But just what would this mean for Moira and her killer secret?

@emmerdale I think Victoria will keep the baby and Adam returns #Emmerdale

— Tam LizAnn ODriscoll (@tamlizann) May 9, 2019

Victoria will give the baby to Robert and Aaron and go in search of Adam her true love

— helen (@Helenwo21468879) May 10, 2019

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jincentvangogh · 5 years

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Five things tag

I was tagged by Queen @jingertonic thanx babe

5 things you’ll find in my bag:

My Mobile - I’m a millennial... Who leaves home WITHOUT one nowadays. It’s a Samsung S9 and I love it and cherish it cuz It’s the last phone my mother will get me so you bet your ass I take care of it like my baby... OH, I also carry my old phone cuz I find it a bit easier to play BTS superstar with that model. The edge screen of the S9 makes it a PAIN to play that game.

My earphones - When I had a job I used to carry two, one Bluetooth and the other wired BUT now my jobless ass just carries the wired one... also because the Bluetooth earplugs broke(?) and I patch them together with scotch tape and now it itches whenever I used them but MY JOBLESS ASS has no money for new Bluetooth earplugs. The bright side is that I prefer to use the wired earplugs when I work out cuz they don't fall.

My keys - both car keys and house keys. Each has a really cute panda keychain (I love pandas). I hate my house keys cuz they’re so many and bulky, also my mum bought me this whistle ( I call it the rape whistle and she says is for emergencies in general) that BY THE WAY doesn’t work that well but I can’t find myself throwing it away anytime soon... My car keys are a whole different story, I keep losing them every year and when I replace them I FIND THEM SOMEWHERE IN MY ROOM.

My goodie bag - Tampons, pads, eye drops, my Eucerin (OG) lip balm, my tinted lip balm, lighter, period painkillers, antibacterial gel, band-aids, Advil and a spare hair tie (YES I’M THE MUM FRIEND).

My wallet ofc - I have this really cute wallet (it’s really Gucci) but I usually just use my card holder cuz that’s the one I take to uni.

5 things you’ll find in my room:

My bed - This is a big deal, mainly because I am V E R Y specific with home decor (I still have boxes for years later because I haven’t found the perfect shelf) I spent like a year with only a mattress until I found T H E perfect bed in this antique shop, I restored it and its now the centrepiece of my room and yes, I do take people to see my room and lay on it cuz the mattress is all I ever dreamed of.

My desk, I spend a lot of time there and it's from this indie designer that works with recycled wood and I travel to another city to buy it. I honestly love it, it’s not even a desk but a dining table and it’s so big and smooth ugh I love it.

Books - I love books, most of them are uni books because I just give books I don’t want to read again away (stuff like the hunger games, divergent, teen shit) I also have many old books cuz my uncle’s father in law studied the same thing I did and when he passed he left me ALL of his books.

Goodies - I have little decorations from all over the globe (My mum travelled a lot and bought me stuff) so I have a shelf with most things (including my country’s flag) also I have these cushions that are a mix of collages and handpainted things of different writers or painters ( I have one that’s Van Gogh's starry night, Dali’s melting clocks and Klimt’s the kiss) I found them at this street market and made my friend buy some too!! so we all have at least one. Let’s not forget my barroque looking chair gracing the corner of my room.

My T.V - I am, above all, a T.V enthusiast hahahahaha and even though I have a T.V five steps away in my family room I have one in my room too... I spend a lot of time on my own since I was little and having the T.V on made me feel less lonely (?) also when I was a kid my mum put a T.V in my room so my nanny and I could watch Telenovelas hahahaha... yeah a T.V is a big part of my room.

5 of my favorite things

FOOD!!! I’m not even kidding, without food I AM NOTHING, A NOBODY, I WOULDN’T HAVE A PURPOSE IN LIFE. When I was a kid I Idolized Anthony Bourdain to the point that I made my life mission to be him, I had this mental breakdown when he died (I'm crying right now writing this) cuz he was honestly MY ROLE MODEL. I study Food science and engineering, my friends keep asking me to make a blog about food and I want to have a brand of both food products and restaurants or bistros when I’m older... so yeah food Is everything I am.

Cheesy T.V shows - There is nothing I love more than cliché, cheesy, romance shows.. hence my obsession with kdramas and Telenovelas when I was a kid. I love shows like strong woman do bong soon, fairy weightlifting kim bok joo, age of youth... it’s always so nice to see happy endings, especially when they’re a bit realistic??

Bullet journals!! - I love drawing, arts and craft; painting... all those things and a bullet journal is just the perfect way to express yourself. I might suck at actually keeping track of things but best believe I make the most of it.

Walking - like not as in exercise but I live for strolls around the city

Coffee shops... I want to own one in the future and spend most of my free time discovering new coffee shops.

5 things I’m into right now

Telling people I love them

Thesis... YA GIRL HAS TO GRADUATE

bullet journaling

Excersising - Like I used to be this active bitch who worked out for like 3-4 hrs a day, played tennis, golf, pole danced, practiced yoga, did muay thai, kickbox, went swiming, played basket, baseball... YOU NAME IT BUT I was really deppressed for like almost three years and while working at a brewing company drank beer EVERY SINGLE DAY and a bitch gain soo much weight literally my clothes dont fit me anymore soo I said TO HELL WITH IT I miss being active and yeah

enyoing the things I love with no regret... like... I listen to kpop SO WHAT, I watch kdramas and animes SO WHAT, I’ll dress this way SO WHAT, I like being choked SO WHAT... It doesnt sound like much but I’ve seen so many friends hiding who they are to fit in and they’re so frustrated right now

5 things on my to-do list:

Plan my trip to Japan and Korea

Save money for my trip to Japan and Korea

Study for my national exam!! - the government has this exam for my career and we have to pass it if we want to graduate.

Ace my thesis and work on my scientific article

Get my body back... It’s not just vanity, I was happy when I was slim cuz I was so active and had a lot of energy and felt pretty and I’ve treated my body like shit for the past years (not eating right, drinkning too much... smoking even) I just want to get my shit together before I face this new stage in my life.

I tag: @floralseokjin, @marshyoongs, @namjoonchronicles, @honeyminyoongi and anyone who feels like doing this.

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bngtnblues · 6 years

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the sweetheart conflict

genre: non-idol!AU + romance

author’s note: a really unprepared scenario which i’ve been meaning to make into a series but i’m way too lazy atm! i’ve tried my best to edit but it’s 3am and i’ve given up and its been way too long since I’ve last posted anything, ugh! starting to randomly dedicate to my followers so here’s it you @moonseff because your bp fics give me life!all the credits go to @softjeon for creating the perfect gif for this story!! hope all of you enjoy this piece and feedback is very well appreciated so like? comment? reblog? :3

pairing: kim taehyung x reader & jeon jungkook x reader | a scenario (?)

blurb: Once a year, love and all its expressions are openly welcomed with crimson roses and sugary kisses. And for once, you aren’t the one sitting near the sidelines, hopelessly watching with a tub of ice-cream because this year, you actually have a valentine. But no one warned you about his older brother.

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The moment you step into the classroom, your suppress a gag but your dainty heart wrenches at the sight.

Lacy smooches and saccharine-covered hugs decorate your field of vision as boys and girls envelop each other with affection. Even the day before Valentine’s Day, you still have to watch a numerous amount of hormonal tounges twisting around each other and agonizing attempts of sweet-talking for the sole excuse of “but tomorrow’s Valentine’s Day.” Teachers succumb as long as no scandals appear in the local newspaper because ever since the beginning of February, the flavour of love and its many representations have been shoved into your face in the form of a box full of diabetes-sprinkled chocolates.

Despite your overlying grimace about the celebrated day, you sometimes yearned for what others had but every year, on the miserable fourteenth, you would find yourself on your couch alone, with a tub of ice-cream in one hand and a pile of scrunched up tissues in the other, watching anything and everything. It became a nameless, appeasing tradition since the start of high school but since this morning, your chest envied and your mind whined at the thought, once again, ending up alone for Valentine’s Day, especially for your senior year.

In annoyed, lurching movements, you pull out your English textbook, throwing it onto the plastic table, and for karma’s sake, it skids onto the floor. You let out an unattractive groan, not bothering any of your peers, closing your eyes to regain your composure. You feel the tremors of the book being placed in front of you and someone moving into the seat beside you on the adjoined table. Your eyes open to meet those of Jeon Jungkook and you couldn’t help but give him a small smile.

If someone described Jungkook in a sentence, it would be “that boy’s going somewhere golden.” He’s someone who is noticeably popular due to his achievements in academics and on the field and despite all of this, the boy also has the modesty of a saint, always giving mere commoners like yourself a “hello” or a bashful smile whenever you cross each other’s parts unlike most of the douchebags in your school.

Jungkook shyly smiles at you, “Hey, Y/N.” Not to mention Jeon Jungkook is beyond the world cute is. With his large doe eyes and his bunny-like beam but then his figure is carved of well-defined muscles and pulping veins, when you put the two and two together, it’s totally psychedelic to your eyes.

“Hey, Jungkook,” you reply, as you pull out the homework and hear an “oh, shit” from Jungkook. He adorably stumbles on his words from forming timid “can I” and “um’s” till you wordlessly slide the piece of paper to his side, shooting him a grin. You inwardly sigh as he beams his bunny beam before swiftly rushing to copy down your answers.

When the teacher arrives and calls out for attention, disrupting the love nest within your class, she scowls before saying, “The experiment you will be doing today is in preparation for tomorrow’s half-credit assignment. So, for the love of god, please handle the chemicals with caution and if you happen to burn yourself, immediately head over to the sink. I don’t want to risk my job...again.”

Fifteen minutes into the experiment, your hand appears with a bursting red mark across your palm. When you thought your teacher’s dislike towards the class was almost overbearing, glancing at his expression directed at you definitely confirmed any suspicion. Curses flew out from your mouth like a flock of birds, gaining enough spotlight for you to be hunched over the sink with a repeatedly apologizing Jungkook by your side. When the cold stream of water hits your hand, you nearly cry from the relief as the pain subsides like honey glazing over a slice of bread.

“I’msosorry, Y/N,” Jungkook rapidly says, who looks like he’s on the verge of tears in contrast to your tears of comfort. “I should have been watching--”

You cut him off with a soft smile, “I’m alright, Kook-ah. I was the one who mistook the chemical for water. It’s not your fault so stop apologizing.”

“But I could have been--”

“I will literally pour water on you if I hear another apology from you.”

He lets out a small laugh and you turn your attention to your hand, blowing air onto it with a whoosh. You feel a throb punch onto your head and your hand slipping before, out of nowhere, fingers delicately wrap your wrist to hold its position under the flowing water.

“Here,” Jungkook mumbles, avoiding your eye, but you gratefully accept his help. “I’ll-- uhm--hold it for you.”

“If I wasn’t in this state, I would have given you a hug,” you try to warmly smile at him and he returns it with one of his own.

“I wouldn’t mind,” he mutters under his breath, turning his focus towards your hand, and you squint at him.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“N-Nothing,” he shakes his head, onyx strands brushing from his eye as you curiously blink at him. While the rest of the class continues with their miserable teacher, you form small talk with Jungkook, as well as the addition of some awkward silences, before you ask him,

“So, Valentine’s Day is tomorrow,” you look at Jungkook, priorly humming a candied tune to himself when he could have returned back to his seat a minute ago, but you don’t mind. You smirk at him, saying, “Got a hot date?”

Instantly, he stops and looks at you with a disconcerted gaze, “Y-Yeah, I mean, no, uh, not yet.” He clears his throat, hesitantly asking, “Do you?”

You nearly laugh at his question, rolling your eyes with exaggeration, “Oh, totally.”

He jerks up at your answer, a surprised yet indefinite expression on his; as if he was disappointed.

“You do?”

“Oh, god, no. I’ll probably have a date with my couch and daytime television or, be the third wheel to my best friend and his boyfriend,” you chuckle before sighing, scrunching your lips into a pout.

“Ah, well, that’s good,” he laughs a small, husky laugh before noticing his slip-up as you raise your eyebrows at him in a mockingly offended manner. His eyes widen before stuttering out, “I-I didn’t mean it like that. What I meant to say was--”

You giggle at his response, “It’s fine, Jungkook. I’m used to it for decades by now.” You gently remove his fingers from your wrist and turn off the tap with your non-injured hand. Grabbing the ointment and plasters from your side, thankfully retrieved by Jungkook, you start to work on the burn, which has significantly reduced for the present time.

Jungkook awkwardly clears his throat, “I’m actually hoping to ask someone.” His answer piques your interest, considering how you’ve never, really, been in a conversation like this before with Jungkook. His open answer is left on the end of the thread as if he’s expecting you to respond.

“Really? Who?” you breezily say, still engrossed in slathering on the alleviating ointment like there’s no tomorrow.

“You,” Jungkook immediately replies, clearing his throat again. You flinch at his answer, accidentally adding too much pressure to your injured palm causing Jungkook to hurriedly return to your side with a concerned look. You owlishly blinked at him, confused if you heard something else entirely different.

“What?”

He halts his actions, instantly shoving a hand down his jean’s pockets and avoiding any sort of eye contact to rather be fixated on your hand. He fumbled with his other hand to rub the nape of his neck while saying,

“I, uh-- want to go out with you on, um, Valentine’s Day. If that’s alright with you, I mean? If it isn’t, that’s completely fine--”

“S-Sure,” you stutter at the flustered boy with the killer body and smile, who’s actually making you stutter like a little schoolgirl. He looks up at you, face happily grinning and now you’re not sure. Your head’s screaming one thing and your heart’s shouting another and generally speaking, you're supposed to be happy that couch isn’t your hot date for once and it’s with an actual living human, who happens to be more than ideal. Then why do you feel anything but sure?

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The blonde-haired boy, named Park Jimin, is currently poking your cheek with a carrot stick and normally, you would have tried to slap it away but right now, you don’t even have the stimulus to make him stop. “What’s wrong with you?” Jimin probes, eyeing you curiously, and you look at him to meet his quizzical gaze.

“Nothing,” you mutter with an unfocused gaze at bandaged palm. Your recollection of what happened mere hours ago seems to be imprinted onto your mind’s archive and you can’t help but wonder if you wanted to delete them or replay them.

“A lie!” Jimin gasps satirically and turns to the stony-faced boy, burrowing his face into his folded arms to desperately achieve some rest. Min Yoongi looks up with a scowl and grumbles,

“Let me get some sleep, goddammit.”

“No, but seriously, what happened?” Jimin ignores his boyfriend’s complaints, choosing to pry more into your dejected stature and you are so close to throwing your half-eaten food at their faces because you’re trying to understand everything. Or not to understand anything. You keep on repeating the mantra in your head on how this is what you’ve desired for years. But it doesn’t feel right. Why doesn’t it feel right?

“What doesn’t feel right? Do you want me to get more ointment for the burn, ” Jimin inquires, narrowing his eyes and you duck your head down before clearing your throat,

“Uh, no,” you mumble into your jacket’s sleeve, eyes downcast, “I have a date with Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin glances at you with confusion and leans closer as Yoongi decides to join in, ears perking with interested attention.

“Repeat that again?” Yoongi speaks and you groan, back straightening up on the lunch seat.

“I got asked out by, um, Jungkook. On, uh, Valentine’s Day.”

Without delay, Jimin squeals (a sound which should not be heard from a grown man) to gather enough attention from neighbouring tables, and starts to squeeze your blushing cheeks together. “Oh, finally, Y/N! You’re finally growing up! I’m so proud of you!”

Yoongi blinks at his boyfriend before turning his eyes back to his best friend, “Well, what did you say?”

It took some seconds to remove Jimin’s firm yet enthusiastic hold on your cheeks, in turn, to see him clinging to your side with glee. You wet your lips with uncertainty, mind reeling back and forth. “Yes?”

Yoongi reclines into his chair, lips curled into a smirk, “Congratulations. You’ve landed yourself the top of the pick.”

“I didn’t win anything and you’re objectifying him, Yoongi,” you scowl at the shrugging mint-haired boy.

“And?” Yoongi mindlessly yawns, plopping lazily a bunch of raisins into his mouth. Sighing, you start to dramatically whine, “I’m fucked, Yoongi. How the hell do you go on dates? How the hell do I go on dates?”

“Please, don’t cry me a river in this public environment,” Yoongi scowls, stretching his arms behind his head and in the process, knocking down a carton of chocolate milk all over Jimin’s lunch.

“Babe,” the shorter of the two screeches, seething daggers at his boyfriend, “That was the last pork bun!”

“Calm your panties, I’ll buy you another one after school.”

The once petulant boy immediately brightens at Yoongi’s comment and wistfully adds, “But you love me in panties too.”

You scrunch your face up with revolt, Yoongi’s chokes on his chocolate milk, and Jimin playfully strokes his boyfriend's shoulder while purely letting out small giggles.

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It’s officially Valentine’s Day, and as from now, your head’s in a whirlwind of tips and turns, racing around to find your shoes and the subtle appearance of a pack of peppermints for safety measures. With your parents out of town for their romantic rendezvous, the silence you once yearned for started to slice into your sanity about anything that could possibly go wrong on this date. Not even a call from your Jimin has helped settle your nerves, so you opt for wasting your adrenaline by finding the perfect shoes to wear with your outfit.

When a knock resonates on your front door, you nearly jump at the sound, and after taking a long breath into steady your head, you grab your purse and a box of chocolates and your feet swivel to open the door. You’re met with a flustered Jungkook and a bouquet full of pink and red, eyes roaming around before landing on yours.

“Well, what are you doing here?” You say, biting your lips to hide a smile.

Jungkook stands back a little, eyes widening and mouth forming an ‘o’ shape before stuttering out, “I-I thought we were -- the date --”

“I was joking. Of course, I knew you were coming,” you hurridly speak, all effort of remaining composed disappearing. Jungkook relaxes and gives you a timid smile as he hands you the bouquet,

“Sorry, just a bit nervous,” he tells you and you withhold gushing over his simple action, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/N.”

“You didn’t have to but thank you, Jungkook,” you genuinely reply, fingers brushing against the delicate petals of the rose and your mind wandering off to the delicacies you’re holding in one hand, which hopefully haven’t melted after you bought them yesterday. With the small gift exchange paired with blushy cheeks and shy murmurs, you’re now in Jungkook’s car, driving off to wherever the date was supposed to be.

“Jungkook, where exactly are we going?” You say as your eyes float across the unfamiliar scenery, “You’re not going to like, mutilate me in the woods, or something?”

“Sounds like too much work,” he responds nonchalantly with his eyes on the vacant road before a small smirk graces his face. You mirror his action with a grin because finally, the boy has relaxed. The Jungkook sitting beside you, knuckles no longer compressed firmly onto the steering wheel nor the awkward glimpses at you from time to time, has finally started to breathe easily. His humour and his actions are definitely not what you expected but it’s a good thing, you decide offhandedly.

“Wanna know something?” Jungkook asks, fingers drumming on the wheel in sync with the beat of the song humming from the radio.

“I don’t know. Do I?”

He cracks a smile and looks over at your expectant gaze, and noticing how you’re carefully anticipating his answer, he suddenly looks sheepish as he clears his throat to form the ideal words to be flown out into the cool air, enough to not be turned to dust.

“I’ve liked you for a while,” Jungkook finally blurts out and you stare at him.

“Like, two days, a while?”

“No. Like, two years, a while.”

You start coughing, more like wheezing from his response. Jungkook immediately pulls over to the curb and reaches over to pat your hunched back. Your mind keeps on rerunning stills and flickers of your burned hand and out of nowhere, the scent of charred flesh wanders into your nostrils and you pray for the restraint to not vomit. “What?” You finally heave out, hand accepting the wad of tissue Jungkook miraculously retrieved out of thin air.

“I-I mean,”Jungkook stutters over his words and as you continue to cough into the tissue, you now realize how grimly intimidating your manner was to the struggling boy. “Whenever I have a class with you... it makes my whole day better.” Your eyebrows rise with flabbergast and your head scampers to understand everything that’s happening in the black sedan. Jungkook continues after a moment’s hesitation, “It’s just, whenever I’m with you, this whole pressure of doing well in high school, I don’t know, eases away. Whenever I see you across the cafeteria, you’re always laughing or frowning and giving no fucks for the world -- which is a good thing, of course. Yet, you see people beyond, whoever they may be and -- it’s just nice, that’s all.”

Your body envelops in warmth at his words, of how intricately and carefully he put them together. It means he actually paid attention to you besides your only two guy friends, who happened to be gay. You open your mouth to form some intelligible words but that fails.

“Okay. Wow. Um, wow.”

He looks at you waveringly, “God, that was too much. Sorry, I wasn’t planning to confess... all of this straight away. My brother couldn’t stop talking on about how it’ll be too late... or something. Now it feels all pretentious and I’ve, probably, scared you off from ever being my girlfriend. Goddamnit--”

“You haven’t scared me off,” your mouth instantly responds to his rambling. It’s true with confirmation how your heart misses a beat or two when he blinks at you, a wide grin knocking your subconscious away from any nerve-wracking thought.

“So does that mean...”

“I’ll be your girlfriend, Jeon Jungkook.”

“Okay, um, cool. Yeah, that’s cool.”

You laugh because Jungkook is cute. And now, he’s smiling that smile and he’s not cute, he’s gorgeous. You decide, maybe it’s time to let go of your inhibitions.

What could possibly go wrong?

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When your mother had heard about you getting a boyfriend, first she snorted and nearly dropped the laundry basket on her foot, then she noticed how serious your expression was, which had resulted in a combination of apologies and overwhelming squealing and blessings you had definitely did not anticipate. A part of you was offended by your mother’s disbelief while the other couldn't fathom the foreign concept as well.

“I can’t believe this! Yoongi, can you believe this? She’s not going to end up alone.” And when you called Jimin in a rendezvoused phone call, of course, his flair for the dramatics went berserk to the point of dropping the receiver on his boyfriend’s toe. You were certain your best friend was more excited about your boyfriend than yourself, which you perceived as the last thing you should be feeling.

But after a series of cafe dates and many confirmations that, “yes, I am dating Jeon Jungkook and he is dating me,” exactly three weeks of being Jungkook’s girlfriend, he proposed the idea of meeting his family one dewy afternoon. You couldn’t lie; the possibility of meeting his family - in his words, who are dysfunctionally warm, is downright daunting, especially as it’s your first relationship. So, the last thing you needed was a major screw up from your part. That’s why you’re on the phone with Jimin, precisely fifteen minutes before Jungkook’s supposed to pick, crouched on the concrete footsteps leading up to your house, safely secluded from your mother’s interference.

“I am this close to having a panic attack, Jiminie. What the hell am I doing? What if they ask me what I want to do with my life? I haven’t even started applying to any universities yet,” you wail through the phone, fingers weakly intertwined in your hair.

“Woman, you need to calm down,” Yoongi’s voice speaks up from somewhere in Jimin’s background as you narrow your eyes.

“Yoongi?” you breathe out. “Jimin, you there?”

“I’m here, I’m here. Just take a moment and compose yourself. Don’t talk too much, and you know what I mean by this, and answer questions after you’ve thought about them carefully-”

“And don’t crack any sexual innuendos whatsoever.” Yoongi pops in. “When Jimin met Mom and Dad, he found it appropriate to crack some very inappropriate puns.”

You wince at the scenario, nodding along even though you couldn’t see her. “But, wait, what if I do it by acc--” And then Jungkook’s car spurs into the driveway and you can’t help the sting of curses flow out of your mouth.

“Just remember to breathe and to not gorge on anything edible like you do when you get nervous.” You can hear assurance bounce off from Jimin’s voice.

“M’kay. Thanks, you guys.”

“You’ll charm their pants off, Y/N. And I’m sure Jungkook’s pants are already off,” Jimin says and you start to smile at Jungkook when he steps out from the car.

“He’s here. Bye.” Turning off the phone, your arms prepare to envelope Jungook in a hug but in the misfortune, he leans in to ready for a smooch on your cheek. In the awkward exchange, somehow, both of you agree to a handshake before it ended up in amusement.

He opens the passenger door for you, something you have noticed he has always done and closes it before moving to the driver's seat. “Was that Jimin you were talking to on the phone?”

“Yeah, how do you know? Tapped my phone or something?” You nudge him playfully, and he instantly shakes his head as if he’s found to be framed for murder.

“No, no, no. I’ve seen you hang out with him a lot,” he sheepishly smiles, fingers tapping to an unnoted beat. Something you also noticed he does so often.

“He’s my best friend. Smaller than a dwarf but has a heart the size of the sun.”

“Better get into his good books, then,” he declares to himself and you laugh.

“You already are so don’t worry.”

“I think his boyfriend plays for the school’s basketball team. Wicked with the ball.”

“Has a wicked heart too,” you sigh jokingly and he laughs.

Though you act with comfort, your heart is trembling with your fingers, scared your ribcage will start jolting whenever the car goes over a speed bump. Once again, you wipe your sweating palms over the expanse of your jeans, but the rough material does no justice to the circumstances. Jungkook notices this as his eyebrows rise and his lips slightly curl. “Relax, my family’s harmless,” he says and you exhale out a tense chuckle.

“I'm scared either way. First time for anything is always terrifying,” you point out, blinking rapidly. You search for something to consume your attention for the time being and choose the cluster of cassette tapes threatening to spill out from a compartment. “These are rad,” you say. Jungkook glances at you before smiling slightly and looking forward to the ascending road.

“My brother’s influence. He never listens to the radio because of their ‘conventional taste in art’.”

“Oh, how many brothers do you have?” You ask just to prevail the sake of a conversation. The thought of silence will probably make you faint in this ridiculous state.

“Only one. An older one.”

“Any sisters?”

“Just two. They’re twins. One’s going through an emo phase and the other’s in the hipster phase,” Jungkook smirks. “Anything to do with thrift stores, organic coffee, and deep poetry will get them out of their rooms. Don’t let them intimidate you; they’re really just scared of themselves; of the world that awaits all of us, I guess.”

You watch him as he speaks, and the fondness he expresses when mentioning his family goes recognisable. The car pulls into a driveway, and a house comes into your view as the headlights bounce off the garage door. Only after the boy gets out, you follow, and after a moment of fumbling with your guise, you look up to see Jungkook’s pleasant brown eye on yours, and he puts out his hand for you to take. He doesn’t show any chagrin over just how sweaty yours are, and your heart settles down for a moment. This is going to be alright.

His empty hand reaches for a set of keys into his jacket’s pocket but the door swings open unexpectedly, startling the two of you as it was ready for your presence.

“There you are, Kook-ah,” a soft-faced woman with ridiculously dark hair smiles at Jungkook from where she stands behind the threshold before her eyes dart over to you. Her eyes, almost as dark as Jungkook’s, warmly gleams at you.

“You must be Y/N. Come in, come in.”

You return a smile as charmingly as you can and raise your hand in a tiny wave. Jungkook looks back at you with an abashed expression, and steps in, pulling you with him. You could feel his mother’s stare as you two walks into an illume lounge, where the local news faintly mummers in the television. Just as she opens her mouth, another man strolls into the room. You figured he looked the right age to be your boyfriend’s father but holds no resemblance to Jungkook. A different nose, a different smile-- nothing like the bunny smile you’re oh so familiar with -- and his eyes are closer to the colour of hazel than the regular dark brown. When he sees you, a slow but gentle smile spreads across his face.

“Oh, hello,” he says, grin still unscathed. “Are you the Y/N?”

“Uh, yessir,” you reply awkwardly, mind inquiring from all this attention.

He studies your face for a second before nodding. “Well, only good things have been said about you.”

You raise your eyebrows willfully as you turn to see a flushing Jungkook, who’s hand pulses along yours. He rolls his eyes and you smirk smugly. “He talks about me, does he?”

“All the damn time,” this time another voices pipes in behind you; a very deep-seated voice as matter of fact. You swivel around to lock eyes with a pair of very pale brown ones. You let out a stiff breath when you catch the sight of the boy in front of you. He must be Jungkook’s older brother. Sharing some set of similarities, there were always a striking number of differences. Ash grey hair lit up by the hanging bulbs, slightly taller with a narrower face, but those eyes.

“Y/N,” Jungkook speaks with a sigh, yet he speaks with a small smile. “Meet my brother, Taehyung. Tae, meet Y/N.”

“Hey,” the older brother nods at you before snatching an apple from the standard bowl on the coffee table, barely missing his mother's hand aimed at his wrist. All you could manage to do was a slight nod in response. A hazy trace of a smirk kissed his rosy lips as if he’s completely aware of the strange reaction his face has on you. Oh, he definitely does, seeing as his brows rise pointedly at your undoubtedly reddening face.

“Hi,” you mutter, flickering your eyes to the tan walls behind him. In all attempts to avoid those eyes, it’s as if he’s a magnet and you’re the opposite pole. Everything you look at tears your attention back to him and the guilt of his younger brother standing right next to you, with no clue of his brother’s effect settles harshly into your gut. Out of all the boys in the world, you had to choose one with a brother looking like that.

Then a single thought mobbed your mind: You are so fucked.

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kpopisthereasonihavenolife · 6 years

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I’m Not That Easy Mr. Kim [12]

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When you were done with your shower, face rid of all makeup, hair bunched into a damp bun, hoodie engulfing you and sweats nice and warm, you grabbed your dirty clothes, folding them and took them with you on the way out.

“Taehyung, where do I put my clothes!” He shouted back as you shouted from the bathroom door.

“Just on the dresser in my room!” You rolled your eyes, knowing he had at least 3 in his room, so you just went and put your clothes on the dresser closest to the door. When you left the room, shutting the door behind you, Jin had stepped out of the guest room, now more comfortable. You figured he had clothes over, if he stayed over as much as Taehyung had told you.

“My,” he started, “you sure look rather comfortable.” You gripped the long sleeves of the hoodie as they passed the tips of your fingers and grabbed them in your palms to hold them, now making your hand visible.

“I am actually. Shocking I know.” Jin lead you to the kitchen where he left Taehyung in charge of stirring something in the kitchen while he went and changed into his night clothes. Taehyung had already changed as well, taking his ‘street clothes’ off and hanging them back up before he slipped on grey sweats, and had a black t-shirt tucked loosely into them. His face washed from all the makeup he had been wearing all day.

“You’re relieved of stirring. Out of the way.” You laughed as Jin butted the younger man out of the way in front of the stove and took his place, you moving to lean against the island that sat in the middle of the open, tiled kitchen. Taehyung, hearing you, turned and smiled to you as he abandoned Jin’s side and went to yours.

He felt his breath catch in his throat as he choked on air, pushing coughs up his lungs. You had let go of the sleeves you previously held, the sleeves effectively hiding your hands again. He leaned against the island countertop as you looked at him, watching him with a relaxed body and slightly arched brow.

“You alright there Taehyung?” He nodded. He couldn’t just admitting-ly say out loud that you looked cute to him. His clothes were much too big, but he expected that, but he thought he’d be ready for this. I mean, the other women he’s had over would shamelessly throw the shirt he would discard on and prance around in only that. But, you, covered head to toe in Taehyung’s clothes was much more appealing, especially since you looked probably more attractive barefaced than anything. No doubt makeup was only enhancing your already stunning looks.

He gained his composure quickly as Jin had rallied you both to sit at the table in the unfrequented dining area as he fed you two and himself. The night was spent chatting about what you wanted to put him in tomorrow morning, how you wanted to do his makeup if you’d let him, which he would, and just casual conversation.

Jin sat happily just watching you and Taehyung speak, him cutting in occasionally. It really was so strange to see Taehyung smiling and having so much fun with a woman so genuinely. Jin found solace in the fact that he really did care about you.

The night concluded and just as Taehyung had said, you two got into his bed that night. He kept his word and refused to touch you. You both had your backs to each others, but he felt you turn to your other side during the night and so, he did as well. He watched your sleeping face, your hands placed by your head near the pillow. He knew he told you he wouldn’t touch you, but his sleep driven state made him reach out and grab your hand, holding it tightly in his own as he fell asleep.

The next morning, Taehyung ended up waking up before his alarm, a normal annoying habit he did quite often. He didn’t know why he kept setting the damn thing if he was going to wake up before it anyways. He reached behind him to shut it off, before it rang, and turned back to facing you. He looked at your relaxed face and relished in the fact that he held your hand the entire night.

Your hand was soft, and you looked relaxed. He was so use to seeing you stressed, or even annoyed from work, so seeing you relaxed like this, or happy like you were last night, made him happy too. He smiled nonstop until he felt your fingers twitch in his grip. He slowly and gently let your hand go before you could register he was holding it and he watched as your doey eyes lid open.

Your immediate thought was to curl back up into the comforter of the bed you were in and go back to sleep, which Taehyung found adorable, but he knew that the both of you should get up. He needed to get ready and you needed to get back to your apartment to get yourself ready for your own job. He shook at your shoulder.

“Hey, you know we need to get up right?” You shook your head, whining slightly as you moved closer to him and hit your forehead against his chest. You were still half asleep, and who knew you were an affectionate sleepyhead in the morning. He stilled when you whined at him, calling him.

“I wanna sleep more Tae...” He had half a mind to say ‘forget it’ and wrap you in his arms all day, but both yours and his job would give him hell if he did. He’s more afraid of you scolding him than his father or board members though.

“Come on Y/N.” He chuckled as he pushed your hair out of your face, moving it behind your ears as he spoke into them with soft whispers. You jumped at the breath so close to you and scooted back, eyes now open and glaring at Taehyung. He smirked at you as you had the covers pulled over half your face. “What’s that look for?”

You groaned as you just rolled out of the covers and sat up on the bed, appearing dazed as you just looked around. With a yawn and a rub of your eyes, you moved to sling your legs over the side of the bed. You got up and Taehyung watched you go to the door and leave, suspecting you to be going to the bathroom. He too got out of bed and pulled the remaining tucked in bits of his shirt out of his sweats and lifted it off as he went to his closet.

He was sifting through his clothes when you came back and with a hand flick or two, shooed him from his closet door.

“Makeup first,” was all that you said, and Taehyung suppressed a squeal at your tired, morning voice. He lead you to his bathroom and in the cupboard just above the sink was all his makeup. It wasn’t much, but enough to make him look presentable, not that he really needed it. It was just a preference he had.

You had him sit on the toilet seat as you woke up more and remembered the image of Taehyung’s face from yesterday. You set to work and 13 minutes later, you were packing all his things away and making sure he would accept your makeup job before going to get dressed. He moved his face around in angles in the mirror, impressed with your work. Makeup was a hard job, but you did it nearly flawlessly. He complimented your work before he started brushing his teeth, you leaving to get out clothes for his meeting and work day in general.

He came back to a a pair of black dress pants, a matching blazer, but instead of a button up of either gray, white or black shirt, you had laid out a black, u-neck shirt. The shirt selection was quite odd and he watched as you pulled out a belt from the shelf, socks and a pair of dress shoes before walking back to the bedside and putting them with the rest of the clothing.

“I know you should probably be all business professional with a meeting with your father’s guys and all, but honestly after dressing you up, a comfortable shirt looks better on you than a button up.” You took the black shirt and put it up to his bare chest, tilting your head. “Not that button ups don’t suit you, but,” you took the shirt down and put it back on the bed, “this looks better.” You turned as you left the room for him to change.

He didn’t usually put in effort to what he wore when he met with his father or his father’s workers, so you putting in the detail of a comfortable shirt wasn’t something he wouldn’t have thought about. It was nice, and when he was dressed and finished, the finished result wasn’t bad either. He honestly wondered why you were treated so lowly at work when you were so good at what you were suppose to be doing.

When Taehyung left his room, he was fixing his watch onto his wrist as he ran into Jin, who looked at his business casual form, only partially ready for his day at work with an untucked, unbuttoned shirt and pants on.

“Y/N went down to wait for you already by the car. She’s pretty eager to get home and get to work.” Taehyung nodded after shouting to see him at work and was out of the penthouse and on the elevator after grabbing his briefcase in no time. When he got out into the parking garage of his extravagant building, he looked for you, seeing you stand against a far wall, almost hidden. What were you doing all the way over there?

‘Y/N!” He called to you, watching as you looked up to him and walked to him, following him to the car and the entire way back to your apartment was silent. You bid him a thank you as he parked. “I’ll take you to work too, if that’s fine.” You nodded as you left the car and were back 10 minutes later in black ankle boots, a white skirt that wrapped your waist and hit your thighs with a long sleeved black sweater. Your hair up and glasses on with your usual light makeup.

When he dropped you off at work this time, another small thank you left your lips and a short goodbye before he watched you disappear into your workplace. You were acting a little off, like something happened before he got down to you. He tried to shake it off, thinking maybe you were just grumpy in the early morning and were still tired. But, after the first 15 hours of not replying to any of his texts, he began to worry.

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ibtsismyshiteu-blog · 5 years

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House of Cards by sugamins

Hello! I'm back! 👋🏻😁

This is literally the au that introduced me to a couple of things:

1. BTS' ships

2. The whole poly concept

3. AO3

I discovered this AU last year through a trailer on YouTube by a very talented editor (I will put a link somewhere at the end of this post). Before discovering it I was literally struggling to find a decent bts related work on Wattpad (we all know I was miserably failing), so this ff was like throwing a piece of meat to a starving wolf.

Now, I am not a fan of angst because my own anxiety is enough, I don't need someone else's too, but since I had just landed on AO3 (hadn't even realize that it was a whole site back then) I didn't know about the tags and all that stuff.

"House of Cards" is one of the best books I've read in my life (published books included). It just gives you an insight on the gang life and the reality of the dark side of this world. While reading it, I was wondering how could a person portray it in such a realistic and complex way and let me tell you something: If a book makes you wonder about that, then is a good book.

This Alternate Universe creation brings a lot of disturbing themes. A lot of people would probably get scared of the tags under it, but sometimes we should just ignore them and step out of our comfort zone.

Some of the main themes of the book are:

- Graphic Depictions Of Violence

- Gang Violence

- Drug Use

- Blood and Torture

- Attempted Rape/Non-Con

Overall, it is not a very angsty book, maybe near the end of it when shit is getting down, but it still has a lot of disturbing themes which usually would not attract me.

The description:

"Jungkook is the heir to a mob empire, the most notorious in the whole of Seoul. Taehyung is a rookie sent in to infiltrate by his select team and bring the empire crumbling down.

"You knew the game and played it, it kills to know that you have been defeated.""

It is not a very complex description, but I think it encapsulates perfectly the intrigue of the whole book. This is what triggers the action of it; the rookie police agent Kim Taehyung is infiltrating in the biggest and most notorious, most feared gang in the whole city, Haedogje Pa. Taehyung is a very interesting and impressive character and it is really hard to tell if he evolves or involves to the end of the book. He is smart and manipulative and his every action is well thought. I, for one, think that he was able to deceive everyone - including himself - successfully until the very end.

I know that when people hear about gangs related books roll their eyes. That's because most of them think about teens selling drugs on back alleys and street fights. Well, do not worry, the description is not lying when it calls it an "empire". It is not about the little runners that do the dirty and more about the ones at the top of the pyramid, about luxury, money, business and power.

Taehyung entered Haedogje Pa as a recruit, striving to be just like any other little fly, going unnoticed and gathering informations, but what he gets instead is so much more than just it. His pretty face and quick thinking get the attention of the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the heir of the mob empire. Sooner than he expected, he gets the trust of The Boy - as he is called by Taehyung's police department colleagues - and becomes his right hand. Taehyung has to gain his trust and while doing it he starts neglecting the whole purpose which got him in the gang from the beginning.

In parallel with it, the attraction between them is something that Taehyung uses in his favor to get as close as he can to the younger, starting progressively to get lost in the whole illusion of power and love. It is a game of manipulation, of trust, of passion and they all play and, at the end, some find out that they were being played with.

The taekookmin relationship is intriguing itself. Maybe I made it seem like it is not focused on the relationship of the three, but that is not the case. It is, after all, the centre of it. Jungkook is the heir of the gang, Jimin is a prostitute that caught his eye and Taehyung is a police officer undercover. Yeah, it sounds bad, but it is not - mostly. The book has explicit sexual content, but their relationship is not just about satisfaction and benefit. I would like to say more about it, but I am afraid of spoiling too much. I will add just one more thing; the only question that arises in their minds is: Could they love each other in the context they find themselves?

The other members make an appearance every now and then, each having their specific role in this whole story - some on one side of the law, some on the other.

Some stuff about the book:

- is rated E as in EXPLICIT, has a lot of gore and the torture scenes are a lot...

- is very long. It may have just 25 chapters, but don't let yourself be fooled. It is the longest fanfiction I read, with almost +390k words.

- it is completed

- category M/M (M/M/M)

Overall, it is a book that you should give a chance. It is really well written, has a good amount of smut if you are into it and it illustrates the whole gang world perfectly - with more realism than any other book I've ever read.

The trailer (it is really good):

If you didn't like what you read up in my review, give it a second chance and watch the trailer.

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Thank you for your time and I hope you will enjoy this book.

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