#GLASSES JIN IS MY WEAKNESS

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𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮; 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: voyeurism, assistant/sugarbaby!reader, playfully mean(to you)!sugardaddy!ceo!geto, ceo!gojo, taped on vibrator, small butt plug (no anal), edging, window sex, masturbation, squirting on the window, control orgasm, calling suguru sir, service sub!reader, bdsm hints, light begging, dirty talking, heavy praise/light degradation, hints at sharing you, spanking, biting

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧: Suguru squeezing the ass of his cute little assistant. He loves hearing her soft squeal when he does it

Oreo: I’ve been fighting a headache trying to get this one done because I have a night need to be fucked like a whore against a window while gojo watches

Suguru looks past Jin, rock hard beneath the desk. You’re beautiful struggling to maintain your composure. Holding up his hand Jin falls quiet. “Bring me a glass of water.” Smirking when you stiffly stand, clenching your thighs together.

Clenching your thighs together, keeping eyes casted down, clasping your hands in your lap. Biting your lip, fighting for your life not to moan when the vibrator taped to your clit pulses faster.

You’re so close to cumming on Suguru’s sofa with one of his employees explaining their concerns. Soaking your underwear, your cunt clenching nothing. Your ass squeezing the small training plug.

“Yes sir!” Your voice is shaking, your whole body burning, cunt throbbing and tingling from the immense pleasure.

Turning away from Jin’s curious gaze. “As you were saying Mr. Jin.” The vibrations stop, the reprieve is welcoming and disappointing. Your sensitive clit twitches from getting worked up so close and the sudden lack of stimulation.

Opening the fully stocked mini fridge built into the wall, pulling out the bottle of water and a chilled glass from the cabinet beside. The toy vibrates on your soft clit, slapping your hand over your mouth, fighting yourself not to moan.

Ignoring Jin’s drawl, purely focusing on maintaining your slipping composure and not spilling the water. Throwing the plastic bottle into the recycle, grabbing the chilled glass of water, trembling. Getting lost in the sweet pleasure, it vanishes.

Taking a deep breath turning around to face your sugar daddy and his employee. Suguru isn’t looking at you, smiling at Jin. “Thank you for bringing that to my attention, I’ll see to it that’s taken care of, please see yourself out.” Pressing the button under his desk for the doors to slide open.

Jin nods his head, clasping his hands behind his back. “Yes sir, thank you.” Stiffly walking past Jin, grateful he finally leaving. Going around Suguru’s desk. Holding out his glass of water, his warm thick fingers brush your’s.

Pushing himself away from the desk. His thick bulge in his black dress pants, “Good girl, thank you for the water.” Squeezing a handful of your soft ass, you softly gasp, glancing over to where Jin stands on the elevator peering with wide eyes through the closing office doors.

Suguru massages your cheek. the toy vibrate on your soft clit. “Don’t cum, not yet.” Standing up, grabbing your jaw, gently prying you mouth open with his thumb. Taking a sip and spitting it into your mouth. “Swallow, but you can’t cum yet.”

Setting the cup down, unbutton your dress shirt. “Please! I don’t know how much longer I cannnn!” Clenching your trembling thighs together, knees buckling, legs weak. You grab onto Suguru’s hard, thick bicep.

Getting off on his massive height, unable to stop thinking of fat cock he has for you underneath his pants. Stroking his cock through his pants. “A little bit longer, you’re so hot squirming, struggling not to cum just to make me happy.” Tugging your skirt down, for you to step out of.

His phone buzzes, whining when Suguru answers, “Nasty pervert, I’ll fuck her against the glass for you to watch.” Putting his phone on speaker on the desk. “She such a slut she will get off on seeing you stroke your cock to her.” Slipping your shirt off, unclasping your bra, he can’t get them off fast enough.

Tears trickle down your face, Suguru wipes away one with his thumb. “Aw my sweet little slut is crying cause she can’t cum yet.” Turning to face the window, grabbing your leg lifting showing Satoru your sloppy wet cunt.

Begging, crying, cunt dripping. “I’m gonna! Please! I can’t hold back! It’s too much.” Grinding your hips back, Suguru’s hard cock pressed against your lower back.

Satoru unzips his pants, dropping them with his underwear, sitting down, squirting lube into his hand. “Fuck she sound hot whining like that.” Suguru turns you to face the window, lifting your legs giving Satoru standing in large window his office a perfect view.

“Cum!” Thick warm cum splashes into the window, trickling onto the ground. Trying to close your legs, shifting trying to get away from the intense stimulation.

Groaning in admiration, gliding two this fingers into you. “Nnn so warm n wet, perfect little cunt for my fat cock to ruin.” Taking the toy off your clit, tugging on the jewel of the butt plugged.

“You’ve been wearing this for two hours let’s give your ass a break. Mm fuck I can’t wait till I can fuck her into a gabbing cum filled mess.” Gliding the plug out of your ass, setting it on his desk.

Suguru crouches, slapping your ass biting your cheek, enticing soft whimpers. Holding onto your hip to steady you. Your head is fuzzy, legs wobbly, you haven’t cummed that hard before. You want more. “Wanna cum again, please sir take care of my needy cunt.” Spreading your legs, and bending over when he dips his head between, lovingly kissing your soft cunt.

Gliding his finger in, getting off on how your soft cunt take his fingers. “You been such a good slut for me, I’ll take such good care of your sweet tight cunt for you. After you can sit in my lap during the meeting. Then we can go home, have a candle lit dinner.” Biting your ass, sucking roughly groaning, pumping his finger faster.

Satoru’s breathy moans coming through the phone. His jerking his cock faster, sliding his hand through his soft white hair, tugging. His mouth dropping open, checks flushing pink. He slows his pace, smirking and winking at you. “You’re such a beautiful dirty whore getting off on watching me jerk off while he plays with your cunt.”

Smiling at Satoru, “I’m a pretty dirty whore who likes it getting fucked in front of you.” Suguru stands up, squeezing your ass, sliding his hand up your waist. Gently playing with your nipple, biting your shoulder. Tilting your head to the side, he trails kisses up

Satoru pleads “Let her press her beautiful slutty ass on the glass. Lemme see your sloppy beautiful cunt and sweet ass.” Looking up at Suguru for his approval, he spins you around on your high heels.

Unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off. Suguru is beautiful with his thick pecs, sculpted abs, broad shoulders slim waist and fat cock that rests on thick balls. “Let him see what’s gonna be taking good care of my fat cock.” Admiring your sugar daddy, bending over gliding your fingers into your needy cunt.

You want to cum again despite squirting. Suguru and Satoru always bring out an insatiable lust within you. You’d proudly be their cum stuffed whore.

Buzzing the front desk, “Don’t send or allow any calls through until I say otherwise, take a message if it’s urgent thank you.” Pressing your ass to the cold glass, shivering. Playing with your nipples, soft rubbing them, moaning the moment he lets the button go.

Suguru groans, you love the erotic way he sounds. “Nnn fuck send her over when you’re done, I wanna turn. You can put her plug back in. Wanna see her pretty ass stuffed mmm, gonna cover her soft cheeks in cum.” Grabbing Suguru’s cock, when he comes close, kissing his head.

He grabs your hair roughly turning you around, pinning your tits to the glass, keeping your ass out. Lining his fat, veiny cock up, you spread your legs apart pushing your hips back. “If she can walk sure, but you can’t fuck her ass not yet. Im taking her training slow, no reason not to savor perfection.” Spitting on your ass, smearing it with his thumb, gliding it in.

Keeping a firm grasp on your ass, groaning in pure relief. “Nothing else better than being inside you. Nnn making my legs go weak, you’re too perfect.” Grabbing your wrist, holding it behind your back. Offering your other wrist for him to hold together with one large hand.

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[whyse7vn]

NIGHTMARE BLUNT ROTATION-

[ot7 x reader]

JIN DAY ☠️

8 participants - 8 online

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hobi: jin lit one up for you at exactly 12 am 🙏🏻

namjoon: you have a problem

hobi: ok but so did everyone???

y/n: we said we were smoking at 12 pm not am…

hobi: but that’s now??

yoongi: exactly

hobi: so i’ve been high by myself this whole time

what the hell guys ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

jimin: jungkooks so gone

tae: rip 💓

jk: i cabt feel my face

but did i even have a face to begin with

tae: bro

jk: bro

jimin: watching the weed corrupt the youth in real time

this is crazy

jin: i’m seeing shapes

jimin: and the seniors

jk: are you born with the face or is the face born with you??

yoongi: one minute in and almost half of you have lost ur minds

yikes

tae: glass half full or half empty??

jk: is there even a glass

tae: omg…

y/n: happy birthday jin 💜💯‼️

jin: what the fuck????????????????

so you used the 100 emoji for what

do you think ur funny

cuz i’m telling you ur not

you’ve never been funny

not one bit

not a big bit

not a small bit

and definitely not a huge bit

y/n: ok….

jin: shapes

jimin: namjoon did you fr smoke???

y/n: HE DID

isn’t he a good boy

just like we told him to

did i have to hold his hand? maybe but he did it and i’m so proud

tae: so did i

am i a good boy

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

am i?

yoongi: shut up

namjoon: yeah i did

it’s not a big deal

i’ve done this before

jimin: yeah but not with US

this is going down in history 💜💜

namjoon: ur saying that like we’re all together rn

if anything i’m getting high with y/n not all of you

jimin: we are together in spirit

jk: or are we spirit in together

hobi: tomorrow x together

y/n: soobin’s birthday tomorrow

yoongi: fuck soobin

tae: am i a good boy?

jin: hexagon

hobi: i’m not even that high rn

jimin: that’s what happens when ur an addict i think

hobi: i’m not an addict

y/n: name a day you haven’t been high go

jk: 10th november 1412

hobi: ok just cuz i can’t think rn doesn’t mean ur right

jimin: gws addict

hobi: ur mad i can smoke you all out if i wanted to

jimin: yeah yeah whatever

tae: good boy am i?

yoongi: jin 31

y/n: crazy

jk: happy 21st

jin: thank you jungkook ❤️

jk: but when we say thank you who are we really thanking is it YOU or is it the you in thank you

hobi: did you do coke again be honest

jimin: where is namjoon gone

y/n: he’s on the floor staring at the ceiling rn

yoongi: is he dying?

y/n: maybe idk

hobi: just give him like 5 minutes

he’ll be fine

tae: good boy?

jk: tears of children

do you hear the children

jin: 25th birthday bash

y/n: what happened to 21st

jin: just turned 25

jimin: 250 😭😭😭😭😭😭

jk: dont cry jimin

don’t cry

do not

tae: @y/n

@everyone @all @bts @superjunior @yeontan @minions

jimin: wow this weed crazy

starting to feel hit

yoongi: weak

tae: can somebody comfort me i’m crying

jk: children are being held

some aren’t

the bigger issue is that we have no water

tae: thanks guys

namjoon: holy shit

hobi: welcome back bro

jin: i could run 427 marathons right now

yoongi: are you all fr…

hobi: be honest yoongi did you actually smoke cuz ur killing the vibe rn

yoongi: i’m not killing the vibe

hobi: u are

yoongi: not

hobi: y/n

y/n: leave me alone

hobi: y/n tell him he’s killing the vibe

yoongi: y/n tell him i’m not

namjoon: y/n kiss me

jin: y/n run

jk: what do we mean when we say run

jimin: run bts idk

jin: run over bts

namjoon: kiss bts

yoongi: kill bts

tae: crocodile bts

y/n: what

hobi: bts

tae: bello

minion langue

bello is minion for hello

am i a good boy

yoongi: you need therapy

tae: NO

jin: the government is coming for us

tae: say sike rn

i’ll cry

please say sike

oh please

jk: meow meow meow

namjoon: its like been reborn

jk: happy birth ❤️

jin: it’s my birthday

hobi: what about soobin

y/n: that’s tomorrow

jimin: who is soobin

yoongi: ugly

tae: he’s not good boy

jk: what is space

jin: big

jimin: LOL

space is so you

jin: whale

jimin: don’t talk about urself like that

ur beautiful

sorry i’m lying

ur pretty mid

namjoon: mid??

what’s mid?

yoongi: idk

jimin: jin

jin: are you calling me middle class rn

jk: fell in the middle of class once

was so sad

people laughed

but what does it mean to laugh

to fall

to conquest

hobi: conquest????

you mean conquer

tae: conker

jimin: what

y/n: what’s wrong with being middle class?

jin: nothing

i’m just not that

tae: ok like we get it you have money shut the hell up

good boy not u i’ll tell you that

namjoon: did that sentence make sense or am i just that high rn

jk: do fish have water inside their bodies

like cuz we have air inside ours

so do they have water in theirs

cuz water is their air

hobi: wait

yoongi: one conversation at a time pls

i fr can’t even comprehend this rn

hobi: the real question is when we go in the bath does water like go inside our bodies or not

jk: omg………..

does it????????!

tae: are we fish

jin: fishing

let’s do that

super tuna all the good stuff

namjoon: i like tuna

y/n: tuna is gross

jin: did you like my song about it

y/n: super tuna over the astronaut any day of the week

the astronaut a flop lowkey

jin: ok i didn’t ask for all of that

tf is ur problem it’s my birthday

tae: ok but if she said ur song flopped it flopped

jin: ok??? but at lest i wrote my song

i didn’t see ur name in ANY of the layover credits

yoongi: woah

namjoon: that’s crazy actually

tae: look here you old FUCK

y/n: hehe

tae: ur 31 years of age

31.

you have bigger problems rn

stop arguing with young people cuz ur sad ur turning into dust with every step

maybe instead of being a jealous bitch

you can go on a self healing journey and maybe you’ll finally find happiness in ur extremely long life

that or you kill your self

pick one cuz i’m sick of you

y/n: LMAO old fuck was crazy

jk: are we fish

hobi: octopus

jimin: octopussy

namjoon: ew

jin: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

jimin: too pretty 😓

jin: you just weight

wiat

wait

y/n: wait by dino

jimin: jin friends with dinos

y/n: he is?????

wait whose dinos

i’m talking about dino

jimin: me 2

y/n: lee chan

jimin: what

y/n: ?

lee chan

jimin: bangchan?

y/n: bangchan?

LEE chan

hobi: australian

naurrrr

yoongi: isn’t that the ninjas guy?

y/n: lee chan? no??

jimin: what

y/n: pls don’t tell me wait

him

jk: pls don’t tell me wait is a long name

is he american?

namjoon: so whose austialian then?

hobi: naur it’s me mate

howdy

jin: howdy?

are you a cowboy?

hobi: turn on the bbq jin mate

oh naur where my brolly gone mate

tae: ninjas

i like ninjas

lego ninjago

kai 😍

y/n: kai?

pretty girl you like peaches kai?

tae: not a girl but thank youu 🫶🏼

jin: i don’t know dino

i don’t fuck with seventeen like that the hell

their like ew

why would i talk to a bitch called dino

that’s stupid

jimin: seventeen???

who the hell talking about seventeen rn??

y/n: us

jimin: bangchan is in seventeen???

y/n: no?

jimin: ??

y/n: i’m taking about LEE CHAN

jimin: tf is lee chan?

y/n: dino

jimin: dino?

dinosaur

what

hobi: g’day mate

jk: no i can’t feel my toes rn 😞

tae: sorry for ur loss

jk: but is it a loss or a gain

have i gained the ability not to feel my toes or have i lost it

jin: the hexagon is back and bigger

jimin: ur bigger

y/n: sighs

namjoon: she smells so good

yoongi: ?

jin: can you guys sing happy birthday to me please

tae: happy birthday to you

hobi: oy wahnna sie hahppy buhthdie t' yah

jk: birthday birthday day birthday song

y/n: birthday by ten??

or by somi !!!

or happy birthday to you by nayeon

or the one by joy

yoongi: isn’t then ten one about sex?

jin: sing that one

yoongi: ew no

jin: why the fuck would i be talking to you

yoongi: ???

tf is that supposed to mean

jin: that i wouldn’t fuck you

yoongi: ok??

jin: ok

yoongi: why would i fuck YOU

jin: i’m hot

yoongi: you’re you…

jin: exactly

yoongi: no

jin: ?

what are you trying to say rn

cuz it can’t be that you think i’m ugly

yoongi: u make me want to throw up

jk: when ten said got no self control cuz i want it all so ima make you feel like tonight’s ur birthday

what did he really mean

tae: maybe he meant that hes got no self control cuz he wants it all so he’s gonna make you feel like tonight’s ur birthday

hobi: oy croy on moy buhthdie

he wants me to croy

fucking bugger mate

well pissed

y/n: what the fuck are you saying

tae: is ten 10 cuz if he is why is he singing about sex

jimin: ben 10

jk: he’s singing about a birthday

yoongi: birthday sex

y/n: by jeremih

hobi: crikey she thinks she’s me mate

she bloody not

jin: square

namjoon: square up

y/n: come at me

namjoon: hits you

(with my lips)

(on your lips)

(gently)

y/n: wow

jimin: um

tae: i love when you rp joon

jk: what is rp

jin: real pussy

hobi: love a cheeky bit of puss mate 😝

yoongi: never say that again

ever

like i’m fr

hobi: puss

cheeky fucking puss mate

yoongi: ur so lucky i can’t drive rn

hobi: cheeky mate xxx

naur the weeds getting to ya hey?

can drive the old tin can anymore?? right shame mate rigjt shame

jin: what langue is this i’m so confused

tae: with great power comes a cold heart

y/n: that is not the quote

tae: says who

y/n: facts

tae: requesting a fact check not by nct haha !!!!!

get it lol

fact check nct

LOOOOOOOOL

heh

wait

nct.

nct….

it’s not funny anymore

i hate nct

FUCK nct

i’ll kill nct

nct count ur days

namjoon: i’m so horny rn 😭

jimin: okay!!!!!!!

jin: ??

y/n: oh

tae: good boy

yoongi: getting high with you all has actually been the worst experience ever

jk: did we get high or did the high get us

jin: the high definitely got you

tae: ok but ur the one whose seeing shapes the end of the day not jungkook

jin: i’d rather see shapes lthan lose my mind at the end of the day

y/n: you have lost ur mind tho?

jimin: so have you?

y/n: and YOU think you’re any better rn

jimin: yeah…

yoongi: you all can’t handle weed how about you shut up now

hobi: idk why ur acting like you’ve not been effected mate

i knaur for a fact mate if we were all together rn ur hands would be all over a certain someone haha lol wink mate

and mate i definitely knaur you can’t even stand up right rn daunt act like ur better i see straight through ya mate

yoongi: you know nothing

and look at you

talking in that annoying “australian” accent

ur just as high

hobi: mate i would talk like this bloody sober

and i think ya knaur that don’t ya?

it’s ourkay to admit ur a little off ur head righ nour mate its okay mate

we won’t judge

yoongi: shut up

hobi: you see

sorry forgot the mate

you see mate

i knaur you all like the back of my bloody hand ok

joon the horny high

kook the stupid bloody questions and logic high

tae the sensitive and kinda a freak high

jin is like a paranoid

yoongi touchy and all muscles seem to stop working in your body high

jimin dumb ass bitch high

y/n my sweet silly giggly high

yoongi: ur wrong

hobi: yoongi mate

it’s natural to feel exposed when you’re this type of information mate

don’t think about it too much

just breathe

yoongi: i am breathing fuck off

jimin: IM NOT DUMB HIGH WHAT THE HELL

y/n: do i giggle???

namjoon: a lot baby

been giggling this whole time

goes straight to my dick

hobi deleted a message

hobi: ok namjoon stop taking!!! go take a nap

you WILL regret this

made me stop don’t my accent and everything

sighs it’s hard being the only REAL smoker in this world

namjoon: yolo

jk: is yolo yo low

or yeow loh

tae: hugs and kisses are needed on nights like these

jimin: am i dumb high fr…

i could name all 17 us states rn

don’t play

yoongi: 17?

y/n: seventeen

jin: fbi is coming for us

hobi: how about everyone goes and takes a nap!!

that’s such a real and cool idea

wow well done hoseok

thank u hoseok ur really cool

aw thx u too!!!!!

jimin: ur the dumb one you weed addict

hobi: yess so real so true

got to sleep jimin!!!

jimin: whatever kys i’m going out

hobi: harsh

but i don’t think that’s actually a good idea you should like stay inside lol

y/n ur still and joons house right?

y/n: YEAHHH

we are laying on the floor together i do think he fell asleep tho

hobi: yeah ok i’m omw

everyone drink some water take a nap sober up

next time we will definitely be smoking together irl geez who knew you were this weak ☠️☠️☠️

will save me the stress

cant even enjoy my high anymore sighs is this what joon feels like sober

this is kinda hell idk

tae: am i a good boy?

hobi: GO TO BED

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[97linelover]

Versace on the floor. - Kim Mingyu

18+ / mdi

summary: You´re sure of one thing, leaving the house with your Fiancé in a Suit, will lead to a steamy night.

content: Fiancé Mingyu x Reader, slight angst, fluff ,smut , small fight

wc: 2.8k

a/n: I listened to versace on the floor and suddenly had this idea.

Walking out of the Bedroom, your heels were clinking against the gray marble floor. You were dressed in an Emerald green satin dress; thin straps were complementing your shoulders; and a Diamond necklace was decorating your neck. Your hair was in a beautiful bun, only two strands out at the front, and your makeup was simple except for the slightly winged liner and red lips.

"The car is already here" The voice of your Fiancé rang through your eyes and you grabbed the clutch grabbing your phone "Can we take a picture Gyu?" you said "Yes, one moment love" he said, and you heard the glass and the fridge.

Guessing he put back the wine you two were drinking earlier.

When you heard his steps, you looked up. Your mouth started watering he wore a black suit, under his blazer there was a matching tie to your dress.

Mingyu's love habit was matching clothes, but not the cliché clothes. You remember how he came home with this dress and told you that he bought it at Versace. He loved to spoil you. He had the proudest smile on his face.

You always told him to stop buying those things but he always told you, that you only deserve the best and that he wants to spend his money on his favorite person.

"You look breathtaking Y/N" a soft smile played around your lips "You look handsome yourself" your thumb opened the Camera app and you stood in front of the mirror. His tanned hand sneaked around your hip and you smiled brightly meanwhile he looked down at you, smiling slightly.

It was your favorite Pose, a pose that made your heart flutter.

"I can't wait to take this dress off you tonight" He whispered in your ear and you quickly put the phone away coughing "alright, time to go, you can't let the CEO wait" You quickly regained your posture.

He grinned and guided you down to where the black SUV was waiting.

Inside the car Mingyu rested his large Palm on your thigh and you smiled at him "You look so good tonight" Your voice was a whisper, and he leaned down, connecting your lips in a soft kiss "You're the one to talk baby" he smirked against your lips. Your hand was on his trained thigh, softly squeezing, what made him groan.

When you two started Dating, you told him that one of your biggest fetish were thighs, trained thighs. Every time you both had sex you were squeezing his thighs, when you both worked out, and he was only in his shorts, you needed to calm your breath and try to calm down.

Over time, his thighs became his weak spot, because he knew how they turned you on, and just the thought of it made him go crazy.

"Okay, we need to stop before this escalates" You giggled and pulled back, and he leaned his head against his headrest, closing his eyes "You make me fucking crazy".

"I know and you do the same to me" you said softly and smiled.

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The car door opened, and Mingyu got out first, helping you get out. You walked up the red stairs where the photographers were standing. Mingyu put his arm around your hip to pose, and you smiled shyly. You hated this, but this is just the life of being engaged to Kim Mingyu, the right Hand of the CEO of Lee Lawyers.

The biggest Law Firm in Seoul.

Mingyu kissed your cheek softly "Let's go inside," he said, smiling, and guided you carefully inside. The hand on your lower back made your heart flutter. Such a simple gesture, but sometimes the smallest things are just enough.

"I'll get us something to drink love" he pecked my cheek and walked towards the bar. The ballroom was crowded; everywhere were people talking and laughing, your feet were dragging you to the quieter corner "Y/N!"You turned around when Lee Jin came walking towards you.

"You look lovely, my dear; Mingyu did a perfect job with this dress." He took your hand and kissed the back of it "Thank you Jin! Mingyu is just getting some drinks, and then he will be yours," you said sheepishly, and he smiled. "Tonight is his special day, so he should be with you!"

"His special day?" you were confused. Mingyu came back to you and gave you the glass of champagne. "Did you not tell your soon-to-be wife the good news?" he chuckled and you took a sip of the champagne. "ah no not-" "Then Jin, why don't you tell me what the good news are?" you said, smiling sweetly.

Mingyu directly went quiet.

He knew you were curious.

"You know, my dear, Mingyu will be the next CEO. I'll retire this month, and it was clear from the beginning that Mingyu will be the new CEO." Your heart dropped.

"Wow.." you said breathlessly, "and when did you two decided that?" Mingyu could feel that you were getting disappointed. "He signed the Contract two weeks ago". You slightly gasped.

"Well that's amazing, Jin. You really need to enjoy your time with your wife and Kids so taking a step back was the perfect decision." You gulped down the champagne. "If you'll excuse me, I need to use the restroom." You turned around, hurrying towards the exit as fast as your silver Jimmy Choo could carry you.

God you were Happy for him. Finally, finally his hard work paid off; his 70-hour weeks were finally taking serious. But he did not tell you about this; he knew about it for two weeks, maybe before that, and he did not think about talking to you about this topic.

You are his fiancé, the woman he wants to marry next year, and he just signed a contract without your knowledge, which pissed you off. You asked him when your work wanted to promote you, and you both decided if this would be okay for your relationship.

"Y/N, Baby, please wait a moment!" His steps were behind you, and he grabbed your arm softly. You twirled around and bumped against his chest. "Gyu I want a moment to calm down," you whispered. "I know, but I need to tell you that I wanted to tell you, but I did not find the right situation.

"Every situation would've been right Mingyu" you whispered, and he winced when you called him by his full name, "I'm all about honesty; you know that. I want you to trust me; tell me everything, I'm your partner Gyu." He pulled you closer.

"You are my person Y/N! But I wanted to suprise you fuck. I mean I finally got us the life we dreamed of" you smiled sadly "your life Gyu, the life you dreamed of" His heart sank at your words.

"I know everything you do, you do it for us but I don't want the money I want you, more time with you and I'm afraid this will change".

His fingertips lifted my chin "You are always my priority baby, and I won't lie to you, the first months will be stressful but after that I'll try my best to be there for you!" he seemed so genuine.

You looked up and softly kissed him. "I am really happy for you, my love, but tonight you're not the one in charge," you whispered, and he smiled. "Fuck, I love you, but you will be sorry for being a little brat tonight,you know I´m always in charge" he whispered.

Oh you could not wait . -

When they were seated at the table, they listened to the speeches: "and the award for the Employee of the year goes tooo... KIM MINGYUU" you jumped up, clapping "ah my baby" you said while hugging him, and he smiled as he walked upstairs. "This means so much to me," he said. "without Mr. Lee, I would've never made this, and with my beautiful fiancé by my side,".

You smiled brightly and clapped. He then walked down and talked to Jin, you watched him with loving eyes and your eyes wandered around his body, how his shoulders looked in this suit, and suddenly you wanted to go home.

You grabbed your phone with a smirk and went on Spotify taking a screenshot of Versace on the floor by Bruno Mars.

'Y/N: this could be you as soon as we go home ;)´

She watched every move Mingyu made and smirked when he pulled his phone out of his pocket. His eyes widened slightly, but he quickly regained his posture.

His eyes looked for yours and you bit your lips when you saw how dark his eyes were.

He said something to the people he was talking to and then went over to you. "We go home now" he said inside your ear in a low, husky voice, and you felt your panties dampen.

He grabbed your clutch, and you hurried behind him. For your luck, there was no one stopping you, and when you got inside the black van, the driver closed the door. "Home, Mr. Kim?""Yes please"

Mingyu closed the window so that it was blacked out. "You knew I would leave them standing there, when you sent me this text, right?" Your sparkling eyes were making him crazy

"I hoped for it because god Gyu you look so good tonight, and I want you" you said while your palm was stroking his thigh softly. He grabbed your hand "no you get to wait until we are home so be a good girl" he grinned rubbing his bulge over his black slacks.

"Gyu that's not fair." Your voice was weak; you felt yourself leaking. "But was it fair to text me this while I was talking to some clients?" He opened his zipper, pulling out his hardened cock, not fully hard.

But his tip was swollen and you groaned. His dick was beautiful, smooth and tanned, the first time you saw it you directly went down on him because it was so inviting.

His veiny hand was taking a hold of it, pumping up and down a few times, leaning his head back "fuck" he groaned, and you let out a whine. "Gyu" you were frustrated, and he looked at you with his deep brown eyes.

He put his dick back inside his boxer shorts. "Later, baby," he said and the car came to a halt. You quickly went out, and Mingyu walked up the porch, opening the door and holding it open for "thank you" You walked past him inside the kitchen grabbing the cold bottle of wine he put there this morning.

"So should we celebrate your new position Mr. CEO?" You asked while pouring the wine into your glass, you felt his gaze not leaving you for one second.

"You're testing my patience babygirl" he said while walking towards you while you sipped on your red wine, he took the glass out of your hand and gulped the rest down. "You're not in charge baby, don't forget that" he whispered in your ear while leaving wet kisses along your neck.

His signature perfume is reaching your nostrils.

You felt his palm pulling you closer so that his broad chest was everything you felt.

Mingyus body was out of this world.

"I wanted to start slow baby but you're teasing did not amuse me" His voice was deep, his deep dominant voice. Your core started clenching, and your breathing was fast.

"I really loved you in that dress" he said while turning you around. Your hands catch you at the counter; he did not waste time and unzipped it, basically ripping it from your body.

"Gyu that was so expensive" you whined "I don't care; I would buy you millions of these if it meant I can rip them off your body"

"And you were the one sending those stupid lyrics... you wanted the Versace on the floor"

He knew exactly what to say.

And when you were left in your black Lacey thong, he licked his lips. Before you, he was a tits guy but with you he can't decide.

He bend you over the marble kitchen counter "Arms behind your back baby" he demanded and you did. He took his tie off and tied your hands.

Not only that, but he ripped the thong apart and you scoffed "I swear all off my clothes will be gone soon"

"I'll take you shopping tomorrow"

You could hear his zipper, and shortly after you felt him at the entrance, 3 months ago, you decided to go raw because you both thought if you got pregnant, it would be just right.

But you both don't push it.

"Come one CEO fuck me already" you said while wiggling your ass a bit.

"I'll fuck you baby, I'll fuck you until your lungs give out" and with that, he pushed inside you a loud moan escaped your lips. "Fuck gyu"

He pulled on the tie while thrusting in and out of you; his pace was unreal; he made you scream his name and it was just a quick fuck. By tomorrow, your voice will be gone.

"Gyu yes, right there fuck" you whined balling your hands behind your back into fists. "I want you to come, babygirl; scream my name" he said, and slapped your ass.

That little detail brought you over the edge and shortly after he pulled "on your knees@ he said. You knew he was close so you quickly obeyed opening your mouth, he jerked his dick and looked down at you, his shirt was open, his blazer gone.

His look had something so filthy to it, he did not undress only his tanned chest and cock peeking out.

His shirt sleeves were rolled up and the hand that fisted his cock was complimented by a gold Rolex. Mingyu screamed classy and hot all together and he was yours.

His hair was slightly longer and wavy.

"such a filthy slut you are" he groaned "only yours" you moaned while opening your mouth again.

"Fuck.. god" he groaned while spilling into your mouth.

You swallowed and got up still in your heels "fuck my feet hurt" you sighed and he softly lifted you on to the marble counter.

He took your feet in his hand "why didn't you tell me love" he opened the small buckle while putting them on the floor "it fitted the scenario" you shrugged and he laughed "god your unbelievable" he said while taking off the other shoe.

He kissed your foot softly and you looked at him.

"I definitely catched the best fish out there" you grinned and he smiled showing off his vampire teeth you loved "I love you so much" he kissed you while lifting you up.

You wrapped your legs around his torso and he walked inside the bathroom.

The night did not finish with one orgasm, he started eating you out on the bed and later in the shower. He fucked you countless times.

One thing Mingyu took always care of was making you cum, he never missed a chance to bring you an orgasm. Your ex partners always put themselves first. But he had joy just watching you come undone because of him.

You were sitting on his lap, his chest was illuminated by the moon and the lamp from your nightstand, his chest was decorated with read lip prints of you and he looked at you softly stroking your arm, the goosebumps on your body were out of this world.

"Wait" you grabbed your phone "I need to take a photo of you, this looks so beautiful" you said while opening the camera app.

He did not look at the camera but he looked at you, his brown eyes sparkled and he smiled, his white teeth on display and his after sex hair making him look like the highest paid model.

He grabbed your phone laughing and snapping a picture of you, your hair was covering your nipples, but you looked fucked out, cheeks flushed, red lipstick long gone and your mascara all over the place, but you looked happy, you looked genuine happy and that was what Mingyu loved.

He turned the camera in to selfie mode and pulled you down kissing you softly.

He put the phone away and continued kissing you "so you want the venue in Italy?" He whispered "we did not visit it yet Gyu" you said while kissing along his jaw.

"We can fly there and look at it, maybe look for a few more there" he stroke your hair and you looked up "but will the wedding night end with Versace on the floor?" A playful smile on your lips.

"Mhm we can kiss till we're naked" he suggested.

"Then Italy it'll be" you muttered while sitting straight up grinding your hips.

"Such a tease" he grinned turning you both over, kissing your thighs until he reached your core "you're obsessed Kim" you said while letting out a moan.

"Only with my wife" he said grinning and you both reached another high this night.

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Army of One

Jin x Reader

Summary: You've struggled with depression for a long time, but Jin will never let you fight on you own...

Warnings: angst, depression, mentions of scars but nothing detailed, not proofread

A/N: This is kinda messy, but I’ve been going through some stuff and just wanted to get some of it out, and decided to share it on the chance that maybe it’ll make someone else feel a little better or comforted too. It’s loosely inspired by my favorite Coldplay song of the same title. Love y’all💜

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It was well past midnight, everything washed in grey-blue light, the only sounds that permeated the space around you was the distant white-noise of the traffic outside and the faint sound of your own breathing.

“Hey.” His voice was so soft you could almost miss it, not wanting to disturb the peace around you.

“Hey.”

“What’re you doing up?” He asked.

You shrugged.

“Couldn’t sleep.” You kept your eyes fixed on the window in front of you.

The view over the city had been one of your favorite parts about this place when you’d first moved here, able to sit and watch thousands of tiny lights flicker through the streets below, each one its own tiny universe.

He sat down next to you, careful not to disturb you. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, already knowing the likely answer.

“Not really.”

He nodded. He knew you weren’t always comfortable sharing what was going on in your mind. He was the same way, it was part of what had made him feel so at ease with you early on, the two of you understood what it meant to communicate without speaking, through half-smiles and quiet hums of acknowledgement. It was for this same reason that you had also made it easy for him to open up, to let the mask fall and show his vulnerable sides.

You had given him a safe place to show his true self, but he noticed that you held back from doing the same, at least in full.

You had told him a bit about your struggles, about the shadows that haunted you, clinging and lurking close, no matter how hard you tried to ignore their cold, clammy grip, waiting to pull you down at the first sign of weakness, but you had tried to protect him from the worst of it. You hadn’t wanted him to know about the days when they won, when you could barely drag yourself from your bed, when everything seemed to fade out as if viewed through fogged glass, close enough to see and hear, but never able to make full contact, the warmth never able to sink in.

The first few times it happened you had tried to hide it, saying you just weren’t feeling well or that you were busy or whatever else was fague enough to sound convincing, at least to you, but Jin was far from clueless.

He’d noticed how tired you were sometimes, the distant look in your eyes, but he hadn’t wanted to pressure you to talk about things you weren’t ready to share yet, you’d only been dating a few months after all, but after your third day of single sentence texts, he couldn’t take it anymore. He’d shown up at your door with food and an overnight bag and the statement that he refused to leave you to suffer on your own.

A statement that had turned into a promise.

“The flowers have started to bloom.” Your voice almost startled him, pulling him from his thoughts.

“I noticed.” He said, watching you attentively.

“It’s spring.”

It’s a simple statement, but Jin understood its underlying meaning. Another winter passed, another year survived.

His hand came to rest over yours where it brushed over the faded marks of the past, reminders of the storms you weathered before and survived.

You’d been through enough autumns, waiting to wither away like the leaves around you, that you had started to believe that they didn’t faze you anymore, until you noticed the tremble in your hands as he held you, reminding you that you were still very much connected to this world.

Do you ever regret it?” You stared down at your intertwined hands, the way his fit so neatly over your own.

“Never.” He said without a moment’s hesitation, with a certainty that you feel reverberate in your chest.

“Even when I’m like this?”

“Especially when you're like this.” He said, leaning closer to lend you some of his warmth.

“Why?”

“Because, you’re worth fighting for.”

“I don’t feel like it.”

“You are to me.”

You still struggled to believe it, but that was his truth. If he could, he would go into battle for you, fight till his hands were ragged and bloodied to protect you from the things that hurt you, from the thoughts that ambushed you and tried to lure you away in the middle of the night.

But he knew he couldn’t fight this battle for you, not entirely, but he did the best he could to help you, to arm yourself against the darkness. He gave you his time, his strength, his patience, his love. He would give you everything he could think of, until he feels you revive, until you win.

“Thank you.” He said softly, bringing his face to rest against the juncture between your neck and shoulder, breathing you in.

“For what?” You ask, staring out at the ocean of lights spread below you.

“For staying, even when it was hard." He said. "For fighting for yourself, and for us.”

You said nothing, squeezing his hand as the tears you’ve been fighting back finally began to slip down your face.

He pulled you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek as he wiped your face.

“You’re gonna be okay.”

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a private after party | park yeon-jin

Navigation | More Park Yeon-Jin | AO3

synopsis: It was just a party for award that Lee Sa-ra received. It was huge one, full of important people. But what really mattered was how you and Yeon-jin celebrated when no one was watching.

warnings: red flags? yeah, i've noticed them. smut. rough sex. degradation. praising. thigh riding. choking. s&m. masturbation. alcohol consumption. smoking. cheating (i'm so sorry ha do-yeong you deserve so much better my king). gn!reader is also part of the asshole club.

You both could've say it was an accident. A mistake. That after hours of feasting on whatever Lee Sa-ra mixed in your glasses stopped you both from thinking straight. That it meant nothing.

But that's not true.

It wasn't a mistake. Every second spend with Yeon-jin can't be a mistake. It wasn't the first time, or the second, nor the third. It wasn't a accident. No stupid party or expensive alcohol was responsible for anything.

The fault is on you for getting away from your friends and search for a empty room in that Gallery. The fault is on you for calling Yeon-jin — by dialing her number, because touching her contact would be too easy. The fault is on her for telling Ha Do-yeong to go home earlier, that she just wants to make sure her friends get home safe. The fault is on her for climbing three flights of stairs without once thinking about turning back and heading home instead.

But when Yeon-jin locked the door, the fault was on you both.

"Red wine?" Sitting in one of the armchairs, you smirked. "Are we celebrating?"

"Sa-ra just got awarded," leaning against the door, Yeon-jin held the bottle with both hands. She took a sip, straight from the bottle, and walked over to you. "Of course we are."

You reached out, but Yeon-jin pushed the bottle away from you. She took another sip, looking deep into your eyes, before giving in. After drinking a bit, you put bottle on the corner table. "That's a pretty dress you're wearing."

Yeon-jin rolled her eyes. "I'd look better naked."

"I know you do," you smiled, and once again Yeon-jin got reminded on why she loves you so much. The way your eyes darken when you have fun, your lips curling up when you smile, all your beautiful hair. You have kind words and behaves nicely, but you're just like her. "Still, all I can think about is Monica Lewinski."

Yeon Jin slid his knee against his thigh, and then rested his hands on the armchair behind his body. Her knee came up, pressing against your panties, and the evil smile finally appeared on her face. "You're already drunk, aren't you?"

"You never cared about this before. Neither did I," you licked your lips. You tugged at the hem of your red dress. "You're perfect, but you look even better when you wear my clothes."

Yeon-jin bent down until their noses brushed. You moved forward instinctively, but she decided to explore your neck. You smelled like wine, and tasted like something sweeter.

"He didn't even noticed," Yeon-jin laughed against your skin. "And he thinks he's so smart. So above anyone else."

"I could fuck you in front of him and he still wouldn't understand a thing," you could almost sense her pussy throbing. Yeon-jin has a weak point for talking shit about her husband. "Maybe I should try next time he invites me to dinner with you both. Show him how you need to be treated."

Her eyes got darker. "And how's that?" You don't know how she does that, but she does. And often.

Your fingers tightened around her waist, forcing her to sit on your lap. You grabbed her chin, nails piercing the soft skin. Yeon-jin didn't even realize she rolled her hips against your thights. It was instinctive.

"Like a needy bitch."

Your hand went up to her neck, and you held it tightly. Her gasp vibrated up your arm. "Aren't you even going to pretend I'm wrong?" You squeezed her waist. "Won't you at least pretend not to be my little bitch?"

Yeon Jin shut you up with a kiss. She threw herself against you, her fingers pulling your hair in an attempt to bring you even closer to her, and melted against your body.

You forced her waist down, feeling how soaked the fabric of her panties already was. She leaned on your shoulders, sliding against you. Yeon-jin lifted her dress, exposing her black lingerie.

Yeon-jin has never been the type to ask for what she wants. She just takes it.

You squeezed her body, your fingers marking her ever so sensitive skin. Part of you wanted to really mark her. Sucking her neck, spanking her ass hard, scratching her back. You wanted to mark her as yours, expose to Ha Do-yeong how you managed to take from him the only thing that really mattered. How Yeon-jin was never his, always yours.

"You look so pretty underneath me," Yeon-jin moaned.

But you wouldn't do this to her.

Yeon-jin unzipped your pants, rubbing her fingers against you. With her touching you like that, looking at you like that, you couldn't help but feel complete.

But feel owned.

Yeon Jin drank more of the wine, and put the bottle in his mouth. Wine ran down your chin, dripped onto your clothes, but you didn't care. How could you?

You pulled her by her hair, bringing Yeon Jin's mouth to yours. You kissed her, making her drink the wine in your mouth, and moaned when Yeon-jin's hand became rougher. Less delicate. Just the way she knows you love it.

You're the only one that can make her head get empty. Bringing pleasure to Yeon-jin until that's all she is. A squirming little thing that only cares about having more of you. No one could replace you.

She's the only one that can make you desperate. That can turn you into something simple: into something needy. Someone that craves for her and only her. No one could make you forget her.

Open mouth, empty mind. Yeon-jin melting against your thigh, you breaking apart in her hand. Close eyes, full heart. No other drug can bring you both to ecstasy so easily.

"You're my favorite toy," Yeon-jin whimpered. A needy bitch. Your needy bitch. "My pretty, beautiful doll. You're the only one for me. You know that."

The mark of your nails on her throat were a proof of that. The stained dress on her body were a proof of that. The soaked pantie covering her used cunt were a proof of that. Yeon-jin calling your name at night, sleeping beside her husband, were a proof of that.

You took the bottle from her hand, taking a large sip. Darken eyes, curled up lips, your beautiful hair. Yeon-jin already knew what you would say, even before you opened your mouth. "I know that."

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สวัสดี ฉันเห็นว่าคำขอเปิดอยู่ ฉันสามารถขอวิธีที่สหภาพแรงงานและเด็กชายอึนจังดูแลคุณเมื่อคุณป่วย?? ฉันหมายความว่ามันจะน่ารักมาก!

i had to translate this but the request was so cute 🥹🥹 i’m gonna write in english so hopefully that’s alright! ขอบคุณ!

eng: Hello, I see that the request is open. Can i ask how the union and eunjang take care of you when you are sick?? I mean it's going to be so cute!

when you’re sick ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ when gray notices some telltale signs of sickness from you, he goes into health student mode

➤ doesn’t talk to you as he comes up and gently placed the back of his head against your forehead, hissing when he realizes how hot it is

➤ “y/n, you’re burning up…” internally panicking

➤ after trying, and failing, to reassure him that you’re fine, gray decides to bed bound you and orders your favorite soups. “we are not going anywhere until you feel better.”

donald na

➤ notices right away that something isn’t right. whether it be you’re slower than usual or not eating as much, donald keeps a closer eye on you throughout the day

➤ good thing he did, because you’re on your way to the restrooms when you collapse. donald is able to catch you before your head hits the ground, but his eyes are wild with worry

➤ “darling, hey, wake up. wake up, y/n!”

➤ you eventually wake up in donald’s bed with an iv in your arm and a worried boyfriend beside you. apparently, you were severely dehydrated, but donald warns you not to put him through that ever again and crawls into bed beside you until you fall back asleep

ben park

➤ blows your phone up when you aren’t in class, worried since you didn’t look so good yesterday

➤ you don’t respond at first because you’re asleep, but the constant ringing eventually wakes you up. “hello?”

➤ “jesus, y/n! are you okay? where are you? oh my god, my heart is about to explode!” you can’t help but smile at ben’s loud worries and assure him that you’re just taking a sick day since you don’t feel the best

➤ “stay where you are. don’t move. i’m coming over with food and we’re going to watch your favorite movies all night.” not only does he do as promised, but ben falls asleep beside you <3

jake ji

➤ you always text him good morning, and when jake wakes up with no text, he can’t help but sweat

➤ calls you, and when you don’t answer, he calls your mom. she informs him that you have a cold and won’t be in class. when she leaves for work, jake decides to skip school and sneak into your house :)

➤ he wakes you up by kissing your cheek so he doesn’t startle you, and when you smile up at him, jake (carefully) jumps into bed with you and spoons you

➤ “let me know if you need anything, okay? i won’t leave until you tell me to.”

alex go

➤ “bro, i’m sick.” you deadpan into the phone when alex calls asking if you ditched class to avoid the math exam

➤ “ahh, sick. i gotchuuuu,” he ‘plays along’, thinking that’s code for skipping school

➤ you can only sigh. “no, like, i’m actually sick. i’m bedbound and everything.”

➤ when alex does catch on, he decides to leave class early and slips in through your window with bags of snacks in his hands. “skip day! hurry up and get me sick, i have a bio exam tomorrow and didn’t study!”

wolf keum

➤ wolf wakes up to a knock on his door, and when he finds you standing outside, severely underdressed for the winter weather, he hurriedly pulls you inside. “y/n, what are you doing here?”

➤ “i-i couldn’t stop throwing up, and my head hurts, and you didn’t answer your phone, a-and—“ cuts you off with a hug, stroking the back of your head with his hand to calm you down

➤ “it’s fine. come on,” “did i wake you? i’m sorry, you can go back to sleep if you want—“ “y/n, relax. i’m gonna make you some soup, and we’re going to watch 4am sitcoms until you fall asleep.”

➤ surprisingly, wolf keeps his word. you nurse a glass of water as he cooks for you, then the two of you watch the cheesy shows until you eventually pass out in his arms

gerard jin

➤ when gerard goes to visit and finds you in a ball, burning up and covered in sweat, he drops everything and rushes to your side

➤ runs a cold shower for you, anything that he can think will get your temperature down, and sits in the freezing shower with you until your skin doesn’t burn his fingers

➤ you wake up sputtering, and gerard nearly cries in relief. he just hugs you, whispering how worried he was, “please, oh my god, please never do that to me again…”

➤ gerard helps you out of the shower and dresses you in some dry clothes before bringing you food and medication. “thank you for helping me. my hero~”

jimmy bae

➤ you and jimmy were out late last night, in the cold, and you’d warned him about catching a cold. he didn’t think much of it until you started sneezing the next day

➤ “y/n, why were you so worried about me… look at you now! dummy…”

➤ you just frown and sneeze in response </3

➤ though he doesn’t see himself as a very caring guy, jimmy will walk all the way to a drug store to get you the medication you need. he isn’t leaving you alone until you’re back on your feet

#weak hero webtoon #weak hero #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #wolf keum #donald na #jake ji #jimmy bae #ben park #gray yeon #alex go #gerard jin

[aphroditestempleimagines]

The Obsidianite Jewel

A fem!reader x Chevalier Michel Fanfiction

Chapter 14 -> Chapters Masterlist

Words: 3329

Warnings: none

Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily

"Be quiet!", whispered Yves, "We'll get an earful if we're noticed"

"Oh come on", laughed Leon, "We're hardly children. Sariel can't say anything to us. And I doubt his majesty cares"

He winked at Emma as he climbed atop the bannister and slid all the way down to the ground floor. Emma laughed as the lion prince took a graceful bow.

Yves blew his fringe away from his face. "And I'd appreciate it if you weren't this familiar with my girlfriend", he murmured.

Emma slowed down her pace and leaned in to give him a small peck on the cheek. Yves' face turned red like a radish. He turned his head away, his honey-blonde hair falling over his blushed cheeks and nose, keeping them out of sight. But his shy smile was evident.

Licht greeted the two of them at the entrance. He was standing straight, hand on the hilt of his sword. He looked around for guards and signalled the rest to follow, treating their childish dalliance as an important military mission. Jin was with him, body sprayed on the stairs as he enjoyed a glass of whiskey and smiled at the silly seriousness of his younger brother.

The five of them made their way to town. It was no accident that the guards left them alone, as attempting to stop them would be going against their orders. However, they all treated the lack of resistance as proof of their successful endeavour. They reached a small tavern, tucked in an alley near the central square. Jin and Leon favoured that place and always took any opportunity to steal some time in there. For Yves and Licht it was a first. Yves would not be there at all if Jin had not convinced Licht to follow them on that day, claiming there was suspicious movement in the area; a lie, of course.

They bathed in the golden candlelight of the tavern the moment they opened its door, a far contrast to the blue hue of the night that reigned in the town. A sweet tune on the lute filled their ears. The atmosphere was warmer than usual, that much was clear. The place was much more crowded, even though it was later at night than when the princes used to frequent. People sat on their tables all around, their backs turned to the door, drinks in hand as they looked at the far back of the room. Their gazes were focused on a slim young man with untamable curly hair. He was the one playing the lute, his dexterous fingers plucking the strings with grace and elegance as he sang his song as if he were telling a story. The people were drawn as much from his voice as from his smile. He played a few chords, setting an end to the ballad.

He laughed as he called, "Ladies and gentlemen, I hope you remember the words!"

He smiled sneakily at his audience as he climbed up on a small stage behind him, where a small band of local musicians sat. He began playing again, his tempo shifting to a much faster one. He started singing loudly, pouring all his passion into the words as the band joined alongside him.

"And a princess gone and two brothers left from a kingdom's rotten view

though she was first and valiant, a black sword ran her through",

he climbed on the nearest table,

"And though they never could amount to her talent and her wit

they still looked up and loved her cause she'd do the same for him.

Oh the Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

a guardian of the weak.

The Thorn Princess, the destined Queen,

the one whose crown we'll free"

His green eyes sparkled as he took in the applause that followed his song. He gave a graceful bow, executed to perfection and better than any actor's ever dreamed.

"Thank you, thank you!", he cried, hand elegantly waving in the air His eyes had already spotted the small company of royals, even though they were doing a decent job of being inconspicuous. He approached their table after they sat (and he had gathered a fair amount of coins from the crowd around him). "Greetings new friends", he said. His foot on the bench, he placed his elbow on his knee to lean in towards them. "You don't seem to belong here", he whispered. His eyes darted towards Yves for a moment. He was still smiling charmingly. His voice was anything but threatening, but Yves still took offence, talking over Leon's awkward laugh.

"I'm sorry, but what do you mean like that?", he said, "What did we even do? You're the one who's new he-"

"Your gold pendant, your highness", the young man said calmly. He remained calm in front of Yves' exaggerated tantrum, never raising his voice.

At the sight of his own pendant, peaking under his shirt, Yves was thrown into a frantic effort to hide it back again. His hands covered his face, shielding it from the man's gaze. "Thank you", he spat, almost as if he was made to do so.

"You are most welcome", the young man said.

"How do you know of our heritage?", Leon frowned, "You don't seem from around here. We might as well have been rhodolitian nobility who were able to afford a trinket like that"

"Trinket?", the word caused Yves to show his face once more. Leon smiled at him.

"I grew up serving in a palace", the man said, "You hear all sorts of things in the halls, and see all sorts of things". He backed away and brought his hand to his heart as he took a bow. "My name is Jonathan Lively", he said, "Your loyal bard".

"I loved your song Jonathan!", Emma cheered.

"Ah a compliment by the most beautiful of ladies", the bard placed a hand on his hand, "i play to live up to your kind words"

"That's a northern accent", Jin commented, "Where are you from?"

"Oh, all sorts of places honestly", Jonathan responded, " My mother is from Jade, my father considers himself to be one with the Wolf tribe of the north but I grew up in Benitoite"

"Oh so that's how you know so much about Rhodolite", Emma smiled.

"I suppose you could say flower", Jonathan sweetly smiled back. He scratched his nape with his hand. "I don't really consider myself Benitonian though. I don't agree with their work-first lifestyle", he laughed.

The waiter brought the drinks the company ordered to their table and added a beer for the musician, on the house of course.

"So who's the princess?", Licht asked after a strong sip of his drink, "Who's the story about?"

Jonathan focused his eyes on his drink. "Someone I've heard tales about my whole life", he said.

"Hey Jonathan!", one of the villagers cried, "Sing us another song will 'ya?"

Jonathan giggled over his beer. He raised his head proudly. "Well I must go", he said. He gulped down his beer and shook his head to shake off the dizziness that followed. He fixed his tattered jacket. "A bard's duty never ends", he said. He grabbed his lute and climbed upon the stage once more. "Do you want another one?", he asked to which the crow responded a strong "yes". "I have a new one I wrote myself quite recently", he said and passed the lute's belt over his shoulder.

Sweet music filled the room once again. "He's funny", said Emma.

"Not in a good way", puffed Yves.

Leon laughed. "I like him".

Jonathan reached the refrain of his song.

His eyes darted towards the small group and he smiled.

"A love that is strong, a love that is true, battles all storms and always wins too.

Someone could love with a heart made of wool

but nothing can thrive when the heart is not full.

A frozen heart and a heart of stone

will either break or they'll change their tone"

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You felt an arm wrap around you as you were surrounded once again by warmth. Chevalier, eyes still closed, buried his head in your shoulder as he held you tight in his sleep. You took his hand in yours and brushed your thumb over his knuckles. A smile crept upon your face. The past two weeks had been a dream. The war had been officially over. Gilbert was moved to a much more secure fortress in Rhodolite until the nations affected by the war he started decided what to do with him. Peace was restored between the four nations and the princes were working towards restoring the lost resources and caring for the wounded of their country. Yet each and every one of these undeniably happy facts paled in front of waking up next to the person you loved. The person for whom you had longed for for almost half a year.

You turned around and wrapped your hands around his muscular body. You buried your face into his chest, the buttons of his half-opened blouse tickling your cheeks. The smell of soap and roses conquered your senses. Chevalier caressed your head, his fingers entangling with your beautiful locks. His breathing was calm. Relaxed. He leapt between sense and dream. His golden hair was messy. his cheeks rosey from sleep. You could not help but cup one of them. All tension evaporated from him as you did.

You gazed to your left. The handle of the small dagger peaked from underneath his pillow. His sword lay a few feet away. It was curious how Gilbert had kept everyone away with fear or false promises, while Chevalier accepted their wrath and retaliated only should they act upon it. They were both hated, but one forced love and obedience while the other withdrew and accepted the feeling as a natural response to his actions.

You clenched your fists. Why? Why were they willing to go this far? All Chevalier did was look to a brighter future. He had hardened his heart, sacrificed love for years in order to make himself able to stomach the hard decisions are left to the crown. He was, in all aspects, a leader. He cared even for those who hated him as long as they did not hinder the course of his actions. It was a hard path he had chosen, but it was a path bound by duty. One which you yourself had taken, in your own way.

Chevalier placed his hand over yours as it held his cheek. You startled. You returned your gaze to his face. His eyes were still closed. He guided your hand to his lips and kissed your palm. "You're overthinking again", he murmured.

"I'm not"

He opened his frozen blue eyes. There was no ice left in them. He cupped your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Yes, you are", he said, "I am in favour of thinking, but you focus on the wrong things". His eyes turned to the dagger. You followed them. He must had noticed the sorrow in your gaze cause he held you closer and placed a kiss on the crown of your hair. You sighed in his arms. Soon, he had gone back to sleep.

You tried to wiggle out of his arms. It was no use. You turned back to him. There was a slight smile on his lips, one you had learned to notice after spending so much time with him.

"I have work to do you know", you said.

"Ten more minutes", his arms were unwilling to let go of you.

"Chevalier", you said but somehow your lips were unable to say no. You relaxed. "Alright", you sighed.

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When Emma, Yves and Licht went outside to have their morning tea someone was already sitting in their regular settee. The princess of Istidor was dressed in a beautiful light blue off-shoulder gown with a book splayed open on her thighs and a cup of sweet tea on her lips. She greeted them with a lovely smile as they came close.

"Your Highness!", Emma cheered, "It's lovely to see you again!"

"It always is", said Yves and placed one of his signature cakes in the middle of the table. Licht sliced it and offered the first piece to her. She politely nodded and pointed towards the space in front of her. "Thank you", she said as Licht left the plate in front of her.

"So how come you're out here?", Licht asked.

"I'm-"

"There you are!", a man's voice called from behind.

The princes were startled by the sudden arrival. Licht's hand fell on his sword, ready to draw. As they turned to face their visitor however their eyes frowned in a completely different way, shifting from distrust to confusion in a matter of seconds. Jonathan was walking towards the settee, a joyous smile on his face. The former dishevelled appearance of his clothes was no more, for they were replaced by a long aubergine coat with golden embroidery on the collar. A long sword peaked from underneath, and so did a buttoned-down vest and a gold pocket watch. He passed his hand over his short brown curls.

"Long time no see", he said. He turned his gaze to Emma and the princes. "We meet again", he told them, "It seems my life is destined to be filled with beauty".

Both Emma and Yves turned red for entirely different reasons. An out of breath Sariel arrived shortly.

"Your Highness, please", he called, "Your presence here was not officialized, the guards were not informed"

"That's alright", Jonathan smiled at him, "I know how to get around unnoticed"

"Clearly", y/n said over her cup.

"I'm sorry", said Yves, "Do you know this man?"

"Your Highness", said Sariel, "Allow me". He pointed his hand towards Jonathan. "This is his Highness Prince Jonathan of Istidor", he said, "Duke of Premin and third in line to the throne"

"But that would mean he's-"

"My idiot brother", y/n smiled as she returned her cup to its saucer. She laid her elbow on the back of her seat as she crossed her legs. "What are you doing here?"

Jonathan laughed as he pulled back his long coat to sit on the nearest chair. "I'm here to see my big sister!", he said.

"Come on, spit it out", y/n's tone was scolding, yet her smile was still there.

"Fine...I need some help", Jonathan sighed, "I think I got myself into something that is more than I can handle.

Y/n let out a deep breath. "Is this about your pest problem in Premin?", she rubbed the bridge of her nose.

"I'm afraid so", he said, "I have a plan to be rid of them once and for all but I'm afraid a specific individual might interfere"

Another deep exhale. "Is this about Alex again?", said y/n.

"Fraid so", said Jonathan, "All I need is to keep him preoccupied really. But please don't kill him. I'm rather fond of him"

Y/n stood, hands flattening out the creases of her dress. "Fine", she spat, "But you owe me a big one this time"

"I am aware", Jonathan rubbed the back of his neck.

Y/n passed him by. She spoke to Sariel as Jonathan poured himself a cup of tea. She stopped midway to the road inside. "You're not coming?", she cried back to him.

"Oh I am!", Jonathan raised his cup, "Just thought I'd try the tea here, you know how much I love tea!"

Y/n shook her head at her brother's eccentric habits. Another figure soon joined her side; Chevalier. He smiled at her, and so did she. All four of the people who knew him were left astounded by the sight. Y/n gave him a kiss and proceeded to speak to him, her hands holding his. He listened attentively before he gave her a kiss on the cheek and one on the forehead and bid her farewell. He came to join the group on the couch as his love disappeared back inside the castle, followed by his minister. He passed by Jonathan. There was a difference in the man's smile this time. Without having the means to compare, Chevalier sat himself opposite to him and waited.

"So. You are the one they call the brutal beast", said Jonathan, "You don't seem that scary to me"

"Give it time", Chevalier blew on his own cup of tea.

"Hm", the other prince extended his threatening smile, "You're funny are you?"

Chevalier did not respond. The other prince frowned for the first time since he had stepped in Rhodolite. He let his cup down and leaned towards Chevalier.

"I've heard the rumours about you", he said, "And I don't like them"

Chevalier remained silent. Jonathan scoffed.

"Let me make one thing clear: My sister has been through hell. She has taken care of me and my brother her whole life and has only ever been rewarded with war and mistreatment. I'm impressed and thankful that you managed to effectively diminish the obsidianite threat. But my sister is free now. She can be happy. So don't you dare hurt her. Or I will kill you myself. I am against violence, but this I will do. I don't care who you are. Even if you're the king here, Istidor is an empire almost as powerful as Obsidian itself, but with much greater connections. If you hurt her, I will kill you, and it won't matter whether I do it in secret or not"

"Perhaps you can", said Chevalier, "If I do ever hurt her perhaps I'll let you". Chevalier's eyes fixed on the other prince's, his brilliant blue meeting the emerald green. "But I'd say it's quite hypocritical when the one she's suffered the most from was the man you had let her get engaged to"

Jonathan caught his breath. "I never liked Gilbert", he stood, "But if I knew one thing about him was that he loved her. I knew that when it came to a choice between her and his kingdom he would choose her every time. But you? You would never make such a choice."

"Even if I did", Chevalier responded calmly, "Do you really think she would let me?"

Jonathan clenched his fists for a while before letting his hands relax at his sides. He chuckled to himself. "Maybe you're right", he snuffed his smile away once more, "Maybe you do love her enough. If you prove this to me, that she is happy here with you then I will back you up to the end"

"What are you talking about?", asked Licht.

"Y/n is far from ordinary", Jonathan refused to look away from the rhodolitian king, "One could say she is another brilliant mind in this continent, one that was left unrecognised by no other reason than her gender". Jonathan turned to the group. "Why else do you think two monsters like them would fight over her?", he said, "There is a reason she was engaged to Gilbert and it's not merely what you think. They could had given me away to another kingdom and conquered Obsidian altogether. But they didn't. She is second in line. The heir. I'm just the spare". Jonathan turned back to Chevalier. "What do you think you can offer Istidor?", he told him, "A kingdom the size of our capital or a few more pennies to add to the vastness of our gold mines?". The prince moved closer to the Brutal Beast, something few people dared to do and even fewer were left alive afterwards. "You may be a cold-hearted beast but she is not. Our family is not. My father is closer to the throne than ever. Obsidian is no longer a threat. He will put family above everyone and everything else. Whether that includes you it's up to be seen".

And with that, Jonathan walked away, hands behind his back. A regal air surrounded him, one made of shadows unseen before, hidden by the brightness of his smile. But with his smile gone, another self was revealed. A calculative and calm mind, a loyal son and a a dutiful brother.

He was a shadow himself. He had called himself "the spare", but he showed no wish to become "the heir". The shadows were his element, and he reigned most brilliantly in them.

He had promised to kill Chevalier. And there was no doubt in anyone's mind, though many had tried before, this man could do it.

#chevalier michel #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen prince #ikepri gilbert #ikepri chevalier #ikepri #ikepri x reader #the obsidianite jewel #jonathan lively #oc #chevalier michel x reader #chevalier michel x you #ikepri fanfiction #ikepri x you #chevalier x you #chevalier x reader

[bangtanxmegan]

bts reaction - your child see him crying

MIN YOONGI

Yoongi was frustrated because he couldn't finish a song. He tried to do everything but nothing turned out the way he wanted.

He just laid his head on the table and started to cry. Yoongi heard the studio door open and quickly wiped his face and composed himself when he saw his 6 year old son enter.

"Daddy, I already had lunch, now we can go... are you crying?"

"No."

"But your eyes are red... - Isac approaches and sits on his father's lap, hugging his waist. - "Okay, now you can cry."

Yoongi tries his best not to sob as the tears fall.

KIM SEOKJIN

You and Jin had a horrible argument, it was definitely the worst ever. Feeling very guilty, he decided to sit in the backyard and let all the accumulated tears fall freely.

"Daddy, please don't cry. You're too beautiful for that." - Kira approaches and sits next to her father.

Jin is startled and wipes his tears, a weak smile appears on his lips.

"I never cry, you know that."

"Don't lie to me, young man." - the child hugs him. - "Mom is just a little stressed. If you give her some chocolate, she'll talk to you again."

"Thanks for the help."

JUNG HOSEOK

Hoseok was chopping onions and his eyes were watering.

"I hate chopping onions." - He wipes the tear that fell with his blouse.

"Daddy, are you crying?" - Your daughter enters the kitchen, facing her father.

"No my love, it's just the onions" - you said to the child.

The girl doesn't pay attention to you and run to hug Hoseok's legs, starting to cry.

"Daddy, don't cry."

"My little baby, don't cry. If you cry then I'll cry."

He bent down to hug her, also starting to cry.

It took you a long time to calm down them.

KIM NAMJOON

"I just can't do it anymore. You always put your job first and forget about me and Jiwoo." - you point your finger at Namjoon's face. -"Don't forget that you are my husband and we have a teenage daughter who needs you."

Namjoon starts to cry, sitting on the floor in front of you.

"I swear I try to do my best and be more present, but you need to understand my..."

"I don't want to hear you play the victim, Namjoon." - you go to the table and grab your bag. - "I'm going out to eat something. I'll be right back."

Namjoon cries even more, letting the guilt wash over him.

"Daddy, drink some water."

Jiwoo hands the glass to his father, helping him drink all the liquid. The girl sits there stroking Namjoon's back waiting for him to calm down.

PARK JIMIN

Your son had been in the hospital for nearly three weeks and was showing no improvement. Jimin was trying to be strong, doing everything to help you.

He told you to go home and rest, because he would keep an eye on your son. While he slept, Jimin played with his hair and silently cried.

"Please get well soon..."

"I promise I'll get better." - the boy wakes up and kisses Jimin's face. - "Lie here with me?"

Jimin nods and climbs onto the bed, hugging his son.

KIM TAEHYUNG

Yeontan had passed away due to old age last night, everyone in the house was sad but Taehyung was the one who was the most shaken. The puppy that was part of the best moments of his life would no longer be there. Never.

Taehyung cried looking at the photos on his cell phone, especially the one where Yeontan was sleeping with the twins.

"Dad, he's in a much better place." - Lia kisses his face.

"I heard that good dogs go to heaven and eat treats for eternity." - Leonardo plays with Tae's hair. - "Tantan was a good dog. I bet he has a full belly now."

"He sure is."

Taehyung gives the first smile after hours.

JEON JUNGKOOK

"Breakup? You're kidding, right?" - Jungkook cry.

"No. Our relationship isn't working and you know it very well." - you wipe his tears. - "I don't want Tony to live with us just fighting."

Jungkook sits on the couch and is silently staring at the white wall.

"I'm going to stay at my mother's house. Tomorrow I'll come back to get my stuffs and we'll talk better."

You kiss his cheek and go upstairs to your room.

Tony runs to sit next to Jungkook, hugs his dad and puts on a cartoon he knew his father loves to watch.

#bts brasil #imagines #fluff #reader #bts reaction #bts imagines #bts x reader #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #jung hoseok #park jimin #min yoongi #namjoon #jimin #seokjin #jungkook #jhope #taehyung #sad #angst #bts fanfction

[citrinekay]

I'm dying to know the conversation that happened between this scene, when Dong-sik is laying out the reasons why Han Ki-hwan could be guilty and Joo-won doesn't want to hear it:

and this scene, a little later in the episode when Dong-sik is clearly in the know about Joo-won investigating his father and they are working together again:

I'm imaging something like this:

Joo-won has spent hours staring at the photographs, dates, and details linking Han Ki-hwan, Do Hae-hwan, and Lee Chang-jin, hoping to find nothing more than coincidence to convince himself that Dong-sik's conclusions are wrong; but the longer he stares, the more a dreadful pictures comes into focus. One where his father has spent twenty years manipulating the police force for his own purposes and concealing a crime he may or may not be guilty of, but is definitely complicit in delaying justice for. He spends another hour staring at a glass of whiskey and his cell phone, his thumb hovering over Dong-sik's name in his contact list. When he finally clicks on it, he expects the line to ring and ring, Dong-sik keeping him waiting, playing his games, testing Joo-won's resilience. Instead, he picks up right away. Joo-won could have said a number of the things that have been echoing through his head since he left Dong-sik's basement , such as, "You could be right" or "He is my father but I can't ignore the evidence for the sake of family" Eventually, he just points out the fact that the last time Dong-sik was at his place and he cooked, their meal went unfinished; they should remedy that. When Dong-sik arrives the next afternoon, Joo-won is in the middle of cooking. From the kitchen, he watches as Dong-sik looks over the board Joo-won compiled linking all the players together. The old board, with Dong-sik's - and Min-jeong's and Lee Geum-hwa's - pictures is gone. While the oven does its job, Joo-won brings him a glass of wine. Neither of them are working today. The Chianti is dry and Joo-won's throat aches enough to regret the choice, no matter how well it pairs with the meal. "What we need," Dong-sik says, at length, "is a loose thread." "A thread?" "To pull on. The three of them together are a strong unit. But there's always a weak link." Joo-won has spent years wondering if he is the weak link in the Han family legacy, a fear that this situation is proving to be true. But Dong-sik is talking about Jung Cheol-mun, and despite yesterday's floundering questions, he bears no hesitation in resting all of their plans on Joo-won's future interactions with Han Ki-hwan. His trust, no matter how oppressed, is still somehow intact. Joo-won will have to contend with wrapping his mind around that fact later, after they've pulled every last thread they can find.

#jwds #beyond evil

[smolwritingchick]

The Bangtan Gal Chapter 55- BTS Run Episodes 1-3

Chapter Summary: BTS compete to be the best man/woman and hang out at an amusement park.

Words: 3,000+

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Run BTS! Episode 1

“1, 2, 3!” she smacked her hands together. “BTS’ Jennie. 17 years old in America. Your Miss Bangtan! Someone who is currently craving some smarties. I accidentally ate them all, I’m a little upset.” she laughed lightly.

“What do I think of V-Live? Well, I think it’s a great step for people to communicate with others globally.” she continued. “It’s simple and there’s a variety of things to watch if you come to V, so I highly recommend it. I think this will show a more goofy side to me and help connect more with the fans. I like it, it’s something fresh. You get to see the chaos BTS deals with on a daily basis. It’s real and natural. We’re being ourselves. There’s a lot of things you get to see about us and I hope that this will make you smile. So, visit V, give us lots of love and support all eight of us.”

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Run BTS! Episode 2

Jennie stood in between Jimin and J-Hope, wearing a long-sleeved white buttoned shirt, black dress pants and a bowtie as the members announced their variety show.

‘What kind of conditions do you guys think there are for the “best” man or woman?’ The members were asked.

“You have to be the tallest.” Rap Monster answered

“No, the best man or woman should be the strongest,” Jin replied.

“Everyone, isn’t it money?” Suga asked and shrugged while the members laughed.

“Hyung-nim!” Jin laughed, grabbing a hold of him.

“Suga, do you have money?” J-Hope asked.

“I have 10,000 won on my card,” he responded

“Jennie, what do you think makes the best man or woman?” Rapmon asked

“I think being open-minded is what makes the best man or woman. Oh, and you have to look great in Nike. Aren’t these kicks nice?” she pointed out her Nike sneakers, while the members groaned in response.

“She is so obsessed with that brand.” Jimin giggled.

“I’m just passionate. Hey, Nike, if you’re watching, I love you. Please notice your girl. I am open for endorsements~!” she waved while the members chuckled at her persistence.

“Jungkook, what do you think makes the best man or woman?” Rapmon asked

“Don’t you just have to be good at everything?” he responded with a grin

‘Appearance and figure are the basics to being the best man or woman. Now, a man/woman cool even on the inside is the best man/woman. Through various missions, the best man/woman out of BTS will be chosen.’

The first qualification is patience. One member from BTS will sit in a chair and hold water in their mouth. Other members will use various tools to tickle them. The member who doesn’t spit out the water and resists the longest will win.

“We’ll get started now. Before we start, let’s choose who will get bullied first.” Rapmon peered at the members.

“Ladies go first. I’ll go second.” Suga suggested

“Hol’ up, hol’ up! Why do I have to go first?” she exclaimed as she was dragged to the seat by Jimin and J-Hope while the members discussed who would go after her. 

Seated in the chair between two small tables, she sighed and took off the black glasses she was wearing.

Jungkook rubbed his hands together, mischievously. “I got this,” he smirked evilly. “I know her weak spots.”

“Ha-ha, no the heck you don’t!” she laughed nervously and grabbed the cup of water. “Do not touch me,” she warned, pointing at him.

She took a sip of water and kept it in her mouth, waiting for the timer to off. However, one glance at Jungkook and Taehyung, who both made a funny face, caused her to laugh and spit out the water.

The members started laughing hysterically as she wiped her mouth with her sleeve. 

“Wait! Wait!” she yelled over their laughter. “I want a redo! The timer didn’t even start yet!”

“We didn’t even touch you!” V gigglesd.

Pulling herself together, she held another sip of water in her mouth and prepared herself.

“Start!” Rapmon shouted as the members immediately began rushing in to tickle her. 

But once she felt someone tickle her sides, she spit out the water within two seconds. Taehyung laughed loudly and happily clapped for his efforts as she figured out it was him who touched her side. She stood up and tried to smack him but he ran away while giggling.

“I can’t stand you!” she laughed

Clearly, she won’t be winning this round. Next was Suga, who seemed relaxed and confident. 

“Start!” Rapmon announced as they went right after him, rushing in to tickle him. 

Suga desperately tried to hold in the water, writhing around and fell out of his seat, receiving 14 seconds.

When it was Jin’s turn, V began tickling him with a glove covering his hands. Before he knew it, Jin had spat out the water in his face as everyone broke out in laughter once more. 

Jen dropped her jaw, before holding onto Hobi, who was cackling at the scene. Meanwhile, V walked away, placing his head against the wall to pull himself together.

Next up was the Golden Maknae who sat in the seat. Once the timer started, the members went after him. As time went on, he still wouldn’t spit out the water.

“Oh my God, spit it out!” Jen yelled as she continued to tickle him all over with the guys but to no avail while the Golden Maknae squirmed around.

Jungkook’s shirt was disheveled and he had to rebutton some buttons, immediately taking first place with 65 seconds with the water still in his mouth. Next up was Rapmon as the members held his arms. Jen stood behind him, to tickle him. 

Once it began, the rest of the members immediately tickled his underarms which caused Rapmon to throw his head back, smacking Jennie’s chest before squirming onto the floor. He had 1 second.

“Yes, he has the lowest record!” she cheered, rubbing her chest. “That hurt, you have a hard head, Rapmon.”

“Sorry!” he apologized profusely.

With Jimin, he lasted 4 seconds and J-Hope lasted 10. Lastly, it was V’s turn. He sat in front of a seated Jin as the members questioned if he’d get revenge. Once Rapmon yelled start, Jin leaned forward but then V suddenly spat the water onto his face and stood up, while laughing. Jin stood up and shoved him, causing the chair to fall down and then the water in his mouth was spat out, directly hitting Rapmon, J-Hope and Jennie.

“AHHHHHHH!” The members started running around, screaming, while Jennie had her eyes closed, and lips pressed together, trying to comprehend that she just got spat on.

“Dirty!” Rapmon yelled. “Infected!”

“I got spat on!” J-Hope yelled while Jimin started cackling.

The studio was ruined by the entire chaos as they tried to pull themselves together. In the end, Jungkook received first place in the first round.

For the second round, it was about Sexy Lips. The members were told that after putting on red lipstick, they must kiss the acrylic board with their mouths as wide open as possible. The member who had the widest distance between the lips would win.

Jennie went first again, sitting on the chair while V picked up the lipstick, twisting it so it could rise. 

“Don’t you think you’re putting on too much?” Jimin giggled as he watched V go wild.

“I don’t even want to see my face, right now,” she responded and picked up the acrylic board. 

Once she opened her mouth wide and pressed her lips to the board, she received 7.8 cm

Next was Rapmon as V placed a thick coating of lipstick on his lips receiving 8.6cm.

“Jeesh, that’s a big mouth.” Jen said while the members “whoa” in surprise when V opened his mouth wide. 

Once he placed his lips on the board, he received 9.5cm. Suga got 8cm, Jin got 8.2, Jimin got 9.2 cm, Jungkook got 9.1cm and J-Hope got 9cm. In the end, V got first place. 

For the last round, it was to find out who had the best strength and ability. The members must go around the cushions while dancing to the song and sit down on a cushion after listening to the staff’s whistle. One cushion will be taken out after each level and the last one left is the winner. Similar to musical chairs.

‘3rd round, 1st level. Six cushions left!’

The members started walking around to some kiddy music and once the whistle was blown, they instantly aimed to sit down on a cushion. Jennie quickly took a seat with Suga sitting right on top of her and she started laughing. 

“Sorry, Suga. You’re out,” she responded while Jimin was sitting on top of J-Hope.

Suga stood up and chuckled. “I lost without even being able to use my strength.”

Four cushions are left while Suga and Jimin sit out. The remaining members walked around until Rapmon and J-Hope were out. No More Dream came on as the remaining walked around, immersed in the enjoyment of their debut song. Once the music stopped, Jen quickly sat down, bumping her wide hips against Taehyung just before he could sit on the cushion. Meanwhile, Jungkook had also sat on the cushion to eliminate Jin.

“97 Liners in the final round! Who will win?” J-Hope announced as they stood up.

“I think Jungkook will win,” Jimin responded

“Thanks, Jimin,” Jennie said, pretending to look betrayed.

“My money is on Jennie!” Hobi cheered

“Let’s hear a resolution since it’s the final round,” Suga suggested

“I’ve come this far so I’ll try to win. But I’m going up against Jennie, so for that, I will win.” Jungkook grinned cockily.

She shook her head. “Jungkook, I’m sorry but you gotta lose this time. It’s time for someone else to get the W,”

“We shall see~!”

Once Dope came on, they walked around while the members got hyped. When the chorus was about to come up, Jennie didn't dance, focused on winning while Jungkook danced timidly, with the same mindset as hers, disappointing the members. Since the 97 Liners wouldn’t dance full out, the other members decided to dance excitedly instead.

As the music progressed, JenKook faced each other while staring each other down as they walked around the final cushion. Once that whistle blew, both of the 97 Liners quickly went down for the cushion like a flash of lightning and they both ended up on the pillow.

“Ahhhh it’s a tie!?” Jimin laughed

“My butt is more on the cushion!” Jen demanded

“No, mine is!” Jungkook disagreed.

“I have a way bigger butt than him, my butt takes up a majority of the space. He’s on the edge! See?” she tried to point out as they all got into a huge discussion about who won.

The staff watched the video to see who exactly touched the cushion first to figure out the winner and it looked like Jungkook sat on the cushion a few seconds before she did, naming him the winner.

“Lame!” she complained but accepted her defeat.

After regrouping for the ending segment, Rap Monster recapped that they tried three games and waited for the staff to announce who was the best man or woman.

“Run BTS: the best man or woman, the winner is Jungkook.” The staff announced as the members applauded. 

Jennie received third place for her efforts while Tae got second. Jungkook celebrated his victory by dancing to dope while having a thumbs up badge placed on his stomach.

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Run BTS! Episode 3

In the van, Jennie sat in the back with J-Hope, listening to rock music on her phone while some of the members started talking on camera for the next Run episode.

Today they were headed to an amusement park and Jen couldn’t contain her excitement. She enjoyed getting on the big rides and couldn’t wait to lift her arms up in the air. On the contrary, Jimin and Rapmon weren’t excited about what was going to happen today.

Once they arrived, Jennie jumped out of the van and clapped excitedly. “I’m so here for this!” she squealed in English to the camera.

“Ohhhhhhh yeah, man.” Jimin nervously spoke in English as he watched the roller coaster.

“Come on, it’s not that bad. It’ll be fun.” she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know about this,” he said warily.

“Jimin, trust me, it is not as bad as it seems.”

“I really don’t feel like riding, Ennie. That looks a little scary.” he continued to whine.

As they walked to the amusement park, Jimin was far behind while Jennie decided to walk with him to keep him steady.

“This is killing me,” Jimin turned to the camera.

“Watch him be the one that has the most fun at the amusement park.” Jen quipped, raising her eyebrows at the camera.

“I just hope I’ll be back alive after all this.”

“You will don’t worry.” she clung onto him from behind.

“Jennie, how excited are you for today?” The cameraman asked a few minutes later with her walking next to Jimin.

“On a scale of one to ten, it’s a ten,” she answered happily. “I enjoy rides. It’s been so long. The last time I went to an amusement park was with Amity where we had some vacation time. It was at Six Flags and we even took some photos there. One of the members had eaten just before the ride and threw up on me though...not a pleasant situation, but if this person ever sees this, just know that I forgive you.” she shot a thumbs up and chuckled at the goofy memory.

Trinity...

She really did miss being friends with the members and wished things were how they used to be.

If only...

After the members got into the park, they checked out the map to choose rides. They decided to go where number 84 was on the map and made their way over there.

Jungkook sported one of his favorite white shirts and beanie, walking next to Jennie with his hands in his pockets.

“Oh my God, that melanin.” she praised, taking a good look at his natural skin color in the sun. “You look good today, Kookie.”

The Maknae line was not being filmed at the moment while Jimin and Taehyung were walking a few feet behind JenKook, happily watching them. Taehyung had even taken out his phone to snap a photo of them. It was the perfect capture of her looking up and smiling sweetly at him while he looked down at her happily.

“Ah...I wonder if Jungkookie will try to make a move.” Jimin pondered.

“That’ll be the day. But just look at them, the size difference is so cute.” Taehyung replied with a giggle.

With the cameras filming them again, some of the members came across a snack stand. Jennie offered to pay for everyone, buying ice cream, water, pretzels, and churros. While continuing to walk to their destination, Taehyung fed Jen a bite of his ice cream cone.

“You want more?” he offered.

“Nah, I want to save my stomach for these rides,” she replied.

Once the members got in line for their first ride, Jungkook started jumping up and down. When they made it to the front, the members watched as the ride zoomed past them, back and forth at high speed.

J-Hope began laughing in disbelief. “I can’t ride that!” he exclaimed

Jimin watched in horror and began to run away. “Oh, eommaaaaaaaa~!”

Jennie laughed out loud, covering her mouth as she watched him whine. “Jimin, it’s okay!”

“Why?” Rapmon asked as he watched. “Wow, this is a culture shock.”

“You guys never actually experienced this before?” she questioned.

“You mean to tell me you go on these rides all the time!?”

“Whenever I could, I would,” she answered. 

She got a kick out of the members' shooked expressions. Hopefully, their fear will dissipate and they find a way to enjoy the rides. 

Rapmon and Jungkook were the first to go on and then it was Jimin and Suga. Jennie went on it next with a small camera to film her reaction. Once the ride began, a big smile came across her face as she accelerated high up in the air. 

“WOOO HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! YEAAAAAHHHHHHHH!” she joyfully screamed.

After the ride, the members walked around for the next big ride. 

“What did you think of the first ride?” Jen asked as she walked with Jimin and Rapmon

“It’s scary because I’m aged,” Rapmon responded. “I need to keep healthy. My body is precious. Someone may suffer a heart attack.”

“Really?” she deadpanned, earning a soft laugh from the leader.

As the members got in line for the Goliath ride, some members complained about the dramatic scary music in the background while Jennie continued to be amused by their complaining.

Checking out the big ride, Jimin exclaimed in English, “Oh my God!”

“Hey,” Jungkook called out behind Jennie and she turned around to acknowledge him. “Want to go on this ride, together?”

“Absolutely!” she beamed, causing a big smile to appear on his face.

When it was time for them to ride, they sat next to each other. As the roller coaster slowly rode up to the top, JenKook could see the entire park from the top and even the parking lot.

“This is the fun part and where things get intense,” she said before the both of them yelled excitedly when they quickly accelerated down.

“WOO!” Jungkook yelled. “This is awesome!”

“I’m glad you’re having fun!” she yelled while the ride continued to twist and turn. 

As the ride went through a sharp turn, she clasped her hand with his, feeling the rush of the ride. Jungkook happily held her hand as they began to slow down, signaling that the ride was about to end. After the ride, the 97 Liners checked out their photos that were taken during the ride, laughing wholeheartedly at their weird facial expressions.

For the next ride, the members were in line and Jen noticed J-Hope on edge. She decided to hug him from behind to help calm his nerves.

“Ah...why am I here? I am innocent,” he exclaimed. “Do I have to ride? Oh my God.” he watched the roller coaster.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Jen suggested as she released him. “Here, I’ll join you this time.”

“That would make me feel a little better. So please, stay with me,” he responded, clinging to her.

Once they got on the ride, they sat next to each other, strapped in. The roller coaster began moving and J-Hope’s stomach dropped when they began to rise up in the air.

“Oh! Ooooh! Agk!” he yelled, shutting his eyes tightly.

“Breathe!” Jennie grabbed his hand but then he began to squeeze it tightly, causing her to wince in small pain. “Ow, ow, ow, not so hard!”

As soon as they went down, riding at a fast pace, J-Hope began screaming for dear life, “AHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHH! AHHHH! WHY!? WHY!? AHHH! AHHH! I WANT TO GO HOME! I WANNA GO HOME! AHHHHHHH!”

“WOOOOOOOOOOO! WOO-HOO-HOO~!” Jen screamed and threw her hands up in the air.

J-Hope glanced at her with fear. “PUT YOUR HANDS DOWN-AHHHHHHH~!” he continued to scream as they went faster.

After the ride was over, J-Hope looked dazed and dizzy and she began laughing and helped him walk to the exit. 

“You good, fam? You made it, you survived the ride, aren’t you happy?” she placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I don’t know. I fainted,” he responded and laughed. “Never again. Never. Let’s go! Let’s go home! Go, go home~!”

#bts 8th member #jungkook x oc #bangtan boys #the bangtan gal #bts additional member #bts #bts run #jungkook fluff #bts fluff

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MIDNIGHT’S MINUET | Part 23 (2 of 2) - Something Like… You (m)

Pairing: Yoongi x Fem Reader

Genre: Strangers to Enemies to Friends to ???, social media au, chef au, musician au, slow burn, fluff, implied smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Summary: While gallivanting around the world pursuing his love for music and architecture, Yoongi was forced to come back home when Seokjin, his older brother, asked him for help to run the family business. Having been born with a silver spoon, Yoongi longed for a bit of normalcy and independence; hence, agreeing with Seokjin’s request didn’t come without any of his own conditions— first, he’s going to oversee the hotel’s kitchen; second, he’s gonna let him live a normal life— no luxury cars, no high-rise building apartment, no special treatment. Yoongi was pleased that everything seemed to be going well with his return… until he met you, the roadblock to everything his brother has agreed to.

SERIES TAGLIST: @sugakookies0613 @pinkseokchim @superrmins @belladaises @potatoandfries @cherrybubblesandvodka @sope-and-shine @juju-227592

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @highly-functioning-mitochondria @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @jjwamaisvu @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88

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Something Like You (NSYNC)

My heart is tellin' me

That you could be, my meant to be

I know it, more each time we touch...

'Cause...

Somethin' happens when you look at me, I forget to speak

Something happens when you kiss my mouth, my knees get so weak

Could it be true, this is what God has meant for me

'Cause, baby I can't believe

That something like you could happen to me

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•••

It’s been a solid two years since you last saw Yoongi’s mother— it was when Jihyo was born, and the way that the elder woman’s eyes lit up when she saw you again, made you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

Yoongi drove you to their beach house early in the morning where you both met up with Jin and Nara. Their mother babysat Jihyo as the four of you went out and about walking along the shore.

The intimate birthday party surprise for their mother took place in their huge garden, where Nara and her team had set up huge picnic blankets and the caterers prepared a huge spread of hors d’oeuvres and finger sandwiches.

The sun had already set when the guests started to leave one by one. Their mother, clearly happy, but exhausted at the little events chose to retire early for the night, tucking Jihyo along. All of you were still too full and buzzed to even think about dinner. It was well past 09:00 PM when the four of you decided to continue your little party in the cozy living room.

"Anyone want a drink?" Seokjin calls from the kitchen, and you can hear him rummaging through the cupboards. "I know where dad keeps the good stuff!"

"Please, no." You hear Yoongi groan under his breath, tilting his head back to rest against the back of the couch.

Nara chuckles from the other side of the living room as Jin comes back, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and glasses in the other. She waves a hand at you both, "Don't worry, I won't let him drink too much."

You raise an eyebrow at this, because she's the light weight and someone has to keep an eye on her, too.

Seokjin pours everyone a glass, passing you yours first since you're the guest in the room. He carefully pours less than everyone else's amount into Nara's glass, patting her hand when she whines about it.

It's a quiet moment, while you all just sit quietly, drinking your wine. It's fruity, a red wine that stains your lips with its colour, easy to lose yourself to if you drink too quickly, so you take your time with it.

Yoongi shifts next to you, leaning back against the soft cushions of the couch, and you don't miss the way his arm not so subtly comes up to rest behind your shoulders. His fingers just shy of your shoulder, you could feel their proximity, brushing your skin softly and sending tingles down your arm.

You try to focus on your wine, or the way Seokjin and Nara are sharing soft words and glancing at Yoongi every second. Seokjin looks devious with the smirk lifting the corner of his mouth as Nara whispers something to him.

"Y/n, wanna see something embarrassing about Yoongi?" Seokjin suddenly speaks up, a twinkle in his eye. Nara bursts out laughing, sharing a knowing look with her husband.

Yoongi's arm slips from around your shoulders as he leans forward. "No, she doesn't."

"No, no. I actually do."

Yoongi's head turns so swiftly, you worry that he might've hurt himself. Betrayal was clear on his face, "Whose side are you on?"

"Well, I've known Jin longer...so..." you shrug, taking a sip of your wine, just to hide your smirk.

"Traitor."

Seokjin gets up, moving around the spacious living room to the built-in cupboards under the display case of delicate fine china and accolades. He shuffles stuff around for a moment, pulling out a thick photo album with an excited giggle.

He crosses the room towards you and Yoongi, who sit closest to the coffee table, smiling broadly. Plopping the album down before waving you closer with a hand, he flips through the glossy pages while you settle on the floor next to Yoongi's legs.

"Oh, no. No. I know what you're up to." Yoongi complains, leaning over you to make a grab at the photo album. Seokjin only moves it out of the way, a squeaky laugh following the action.

"Your arms are too short." Seokjin smacks at Yoongi's reaching hand, shifting the album a little more, "just give up."

Yoongi does just that with a sigh, leaning back with a sigh, grumbling to himself.

Seokjin shows you photos of him and Yoongi when they were children, Yoongi when he won his first basketball tournament, him collecting his highschool diploma. Every photo was dated with little notes at the bottom of them, some of them random notes, or ones for context.

"Remember this?" Seokjin flips backwards, to where a very little Yoongi sits at the bottom of a tree, face all red, "You fell out of the tree after I told you not to climb it."

"You were pretty stubborn, huh?" You tilt your head back to look at him with a smile.

"He still is, that's never going to change." Nara says, "Remember when we all went out that one school night? Yoongi and Jin were trying to see who can drink a milkshake the fastest."

"Who won?"

"I did." Seokjin smirks, waving a hand.

"Yeah, only because you cheated. I would've won if you hadn't opened your big mouth."

"Seokjin told a stupid joke and made Yoongi laugh. The milkshake came right out his nose." Nara supplies, "Oh don't you have a photo of that?"

And of course, he did.

In the photo, there was a younger looking Yoongi, blond hair poking out from underneath a black beanie, milkshake staining his hoodie and a napkin under his mnose. Seokjin was next to him, a little blurry, captured mid laugh, with his head thrown back and one arm blurred by the movement of it going up in the air.

"Oh! Babe, show her the rose one!" Nara says, waving her hand, "Y/n, you'll love it."

"It was a class trip I think," Seokjin chuckles, "He hates the photos but it's a running joke here."

Seokjin begins flipping though the album again, finding the photos, but you barely get a glance of it. Just making out Yoongi in a white shirt in three separate photos, in two of which he was holding a rose to his face.

Yoongi was swift this time; reaching forward and snatching the album away. He snaps it shut and shoves it behind his back, "Don't you two have to be up early?" He says pointedly, a socked foot poking at Seokjin's thigh.

"You have to get Jihyo up early."

Seokjin smirks at his brother, getting up and taking his wine glass with him, "This isn't over, Yoongi. She'll see them eventually."

After Seokjin and Nara say their goodnights, and they're out of the living room, you and Yoongi begin cleaning up. You laugh as you see him put the photo album in a different place entirely, "They weren't that bad."

"They're embarrassing." You had a feeling he wasn't just talking about the photos.

"I'll carry the glasses in the kitchen," You carefully pick the glasses up, while Yoongi picks up the trays of half eaten snacks and follows you towards the kitchen.

Yoongi does the dishes, both of you chatting about random things, and you don't miss the way Yoongi gives you his undivided attention. Even while his hands were busy washing dishes and handing them to you to dry. You also didn't miss his little touches, always passing by you a little closer than necessary to grab things, hand brushing yours when he passes you dishes to dry.

"Mom was glad to see you today." He comments, turning the tap off and grabbing a towel to dry his hands.

"Yeah, I was too. It's been so long since I've seen her. I got really busy and barely had the time to visit. Thanks for inviting me, I had fun." You smile, focusing on drying the wine glass in your hands and not looking at Yoongi.

He looks so handsome today, you're so used to seeing him dressed for work or casually, it was a bit of a shock to see him dressed formally. Crisp white dress shirt, black dress pants and shiny shoes, it's done nothing but distract you all night. The expensive gold watch he wore just gave you an excuse to stare at his hands most of the time. Staring at the veins that popped against his skin - not that you have a thing for hands, Yoongi's hands are just beautiful and you can't help yourself.

"They go in the cupboard over there," Yoongi says, and you realise you're just standing there, staring at his hands. The glass in your own was long dried, and you swiftly turn, grabbing another and taking quick steps to the cupboard.

"Can you reach?" Yoongi's voice was low and you'd almost missed his question. You're on your tiptoes, trying to put the glasses back into the cupboard that hung a couple of inches too high from your fingers. The granite counter further hindered your movement.

Your breath hitches and stutters in your throat when you feel Yoongi directly behind you. Gently, he takes the glass from your hand, damp fingers brushing against yours as he places it with ease. Feeling his exhale on your ear, you shiver, you know that if you take half a step backwards, your back would meet his chest.

"Sorry." Yoongi clears his throat and steps back, and you can breathe again, "Dad made the cupboards to suit his height so... it's a little high."

"That's...that's okay." You turn to face him, eyes zeroing in on his exposed arms, the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled up to his elbows.

When you look up again, he's smirking at you, head tilted a bit to the side. Something a little dark lurking within the depths of his eyes.

"What? Why're you looking at me like that?"

"No reason. Why are you staring at my hands like that?"

"You have nice hands. I'm allowed to appreciate nice things." You shrug, and Yoongi looks a bit stumped, like he wasn't expecting you to answer him straightforwardly. "Pianist fingers." You wiggle your own fingers for emphasis.

"Playing the piano isn't all that my fingers are good at."

With the way he's looking at you, it's easy to get what he means by that, and heat flushes your cheeks at the thought. That, and the fact that he definitely caught you staring.

You take it in stride, "Really? What else are they good at then?"

He's closer now, taking small steps to corner you between himself and the counter behind you. You had nowhere to go, the scent of his cologne is making your head spin. He looks at you for a quiet moment, eyes darting between your eyes before they settle on your lips.

"I can show you." With that, he brings a hand up to tilt your head back and kisses you softly. You kiss him back eagerly, hands finding purchase on each side of his neck and gripping the ends of his hair, giving it a little tug.

His hands grip at your waist, easily hoisting you up and onto the counter, stepping between your open legs. All the while, his lips never leave yours, his tongue rolls wet and hot into your mouth. He tastes like the wine he drank, sweet and intoxicating.

Yoongi kisses you like he has something to prove, large hand holds you in place with a gentle grip at the back of your neck. He sucks on your bottom lip, teeth grazing it as he pulls away.

You're both breathless, breaths mingling together in the little space between you.

He sighs, "I've wanted to do that for a while," pressing a fleeting kiss to the corner of your mouth.

You giggle softly, fingers tracing random patterns at the back of his neck, fingers now in his hair, tugging slightly in a way that makes him groan. His hands grip at your hips, pulling you more against him. In the back of your mind, somewhere, a little voice wonders if you were taking it too far too fast. Silenced, though, as Yoongi's hands trail down to the hem of your dress, fingers brushing softly against your thighs, where he hesitates.

He pulls away for a second, free hand coming up to tuck your hair behind your ear, his face oddly serious, "Is this okay?"

You don't give yourself time to think about his question, simply nodding. No longer caring that this is definitely a step too quick, or that fact that you're in his parents' kitchen where any of his family members can just walk in. All you know is that it feels right, and right at that moment, you feel secured.

"Words, baby. Let me know, or I'll stop." He says lowly, tilting his head and holding your gaze, though his wandering hands never cease, drawing random patterns on the inside of your thigh. They were barely there, enough to tickle and just enough to be a tease, sending shivers racing down your spine and having you squirming against the countertop.

"Yes. It's okay. Don't stop."

Yoongi nudges his nose against yours, giving a fleeting kiss, his hand slipping under the soft fabric of your dress to caress your thigh, his kisses trailing away from your lips to your jaw and neck, stopping to briefly nibble on the sensitive skin. He sucks a bruise into your skin, sucking a breath through his teeth when you buck your hips involuntarily at the sensation. His hand continues to wander, long fingers mapping your inner thigh, skimming just where you need him most. He pulls his hand away and you can't help the whine that leaves you, hips jutting forward again to chase his touch.

You had no idea why he was dragging this out, being where you were, no one would have to second guess what's happening if they walked in right now. Or maybe you were just desperate for his touch, after he'd been teasing you all night with his little smiles and flirty comments.

"Yoongi..." you call softly, hoping that you can persuade him with a look alone. He only smirks at you, tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"What is it, baby?" His fingers brush right over your clothed clit and you groan softly, biting down on your lip to muffle the sound. Yoongi raises an eyebrow, shoulders shaking with a silent laugh, "I can't read your mind, you know. Gonna have to tell me what you want."

Oh for fuck's sake. Was he always like this? Why is he like this?

"Touch me." You demand, gripping his wrist in a loose grip, guiding his hand where you want it to be. He seems a little surprised, cheeks flushing, but it didn't last long as a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth.

His hand dips below the waist band of your panties, finding your clit easily and the dampness of your soft folds.

"So wet for me already," Yoongi breathes, rubbing slow circles, his eyes stay glued to your face, watching your every reaction. You can only imagine what he saw, the sight of you, flushed cheeks and so, so desperate for him, ready to take whatever he gives. You can't help but roll your hips against his hand, bottom lip caught between your teeth, "I've barely touched you."

You moaned his name when he slipped two fingers into your drenched core, you clench around his fingers and he groans out a curse.

Yoongi catches your moans with his lips and swallows them, fingers still moving, trapped in your panties, but that didn't deter the circling of his thumb against your clit. "You gotta be quiet, baby."

You wondered briefly about him in this moment, gone was the shy Min Yoongi who would nervously spew out facts about elevators, the man who would blush and try to hide away when his family brought up his childhood. Replaced by the man who's in front of you now, with his hand down your panties and dark, low lidded eyes.

He angles his fingers to tap against the spot that makes your toes curl, the squelch of his fingers within you is embarrassingly loud in the quiet of the kitchen, but you can't bring yourself to care.

"Fuck." Yoongi wraps his free hand gently around your throat, not enough to constrict your breathing, but you felt breathless anyway. He's intently looking at you, as he slows the thrust of his fingers to a drag against your walls, bottom lip once again between his teeth, "I wanna taste you so bad, but I don't think we have time for that."

He kisses your jaw, sucking a bruise against your pulse. He changes the angle of his fingers, hitting your sweet spot with every thrust, His fingers curl upwards and you keen, your hands grasping at his biceps as he increases the speed, grinding his palm against your clit.

"Fuck, Yoongi. Right there." You mean out, you can feel the coil in your stomach tightening, pussy fluttering around his fingers.

Yoongi groans into your ear, sucking gently on the lobe, "Let go for me, baby?"

You can only manage a nod, you can feel your release racing up from your toes. The words that Yoongi's whispering in your ear only pushes you closer to the edge. Telling you how well you're doing, his fingers leaving your pussy to rub fast circles at your clit. Lips finding yours again as you squeeze your eyes shut, moaning into his mouth.

"Fuck, you're so beautiful baby." Yoongi whispers when he pulls away, caressing your sides with soothing hands while you catch your breath. "You okay?"

A soft laugh leaves you and you nod, "I'm okay, yeah."

He helps you off the counter and you stand on wobbly legs, holding his arm for stability. You glance down at him, seeing the impressive bulge straining the material of his pants. "You-"

"It's okay." Yoongi smiles, "Don't worry about it." He looks at the watch on his wrist, "It's late, we should get to bed, come on."

•••

A/N— This chapter is co-written by one of my wonderful friends @persphonesorchid who LOVES Yoongi so much. I’m grateful for the time she spared to help me bring the chapter forward. I hope you enjoyed it. We will appreciate the feedback! 🥰

#bangtansmauyeondan #midnight’s minuet #yoongi x reader #yoongi midnight’s minuet #yoongi imagines #yoongi smut #bts fic #bts yoongi fic #Spotify

[whyse7vn]

FREE NAMJOON -

[ ot7 x reader ]

FREE JIMIN

8 participants - 8 online

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y/n: if i open instagram and see namjoons feet again i’m going to go insane

tae: me 2 😆

jimin: tae makes physically ill !

hobi: real.

tae: i never said i am going the good insane what the hell

jin: you didn’t need to say anything

we know

jk: the fact ur not trying to hide it anymore is real upsetting bro

tae: society will never progress with people like you guys

i am the future

yoongi: why are we always taking about feet?

jin: some times at that prehistoric age you tend to do drastic things like that

jimin: prehistoric?? ur older than him?

jin: okay and? you look fucking older than him

wrinkled fuck

jimin: you are turning into dust as you type

namjoon: bye we are not talking about feet again.

y/n: tae and joon for therapy i say!

jimin: jin for a retirement home!

jk: who do you think will die first?

like out of us

hobi: you

tae: probably jimin

jimin: are you insane jin is literally 82 on deaths doorstep fr

jin: i agree jimin will be first to go no doubt in my mind in fact i will single handedly make sure of it and that is a promise to you all as my closest friends

jk: omg! ur so cool!!!!!

jimin: wtf???

what about that is cool?

yoongi: jimin would die first

jimin: WTF?????????

jin: LOL

jimin: FUCK YOU

yoongi: when have you guys ever had a civilised conversation

namjoon: who wants food? i’m ordering

jk: maybe it’s all sexual tension

y/n: fr just kiss or something

jin: HE WISHES

jimin: the way i almost threw UP

namjoon: can someone answer me

jk: sometimes there is no answer

hobi: deep bro.

jk: awomon

namjoon: is it not amen?

jk: clearly you are NOT a feminist!

jin: me personally? i’m a feminist

jimin: me 2 i love pussy

hobi: awoman 🙏🏼

tae: international womens day everyday!!!

suga: 🤞🏻

y/n: can you guys go one day without mentioning feminism omg

jin: it’s so deep in my veins i cant

jk: what is an orgasm??

namjoon: i’m actually leaving the group

jimin: kook not knowing what an orgasm is was ur last straw?

weak 🥱

namjoon: no it was actually after tae talked about feet for a least the 1000th time today

tae: is it not the power house of the cell??

y/n: oh wow

jk: holy shit ur right

yoongi: ????

tae: wydm ???

yoongi don’t be upset cuz you didn’t know

jk: right…

tae: nvm it’s actually pretty common knowledge so maybe you should be a little upset

jin: you guys make me want to pull my hair out

jimin: it’s practically falling out already doesn’t really make a difference

y/n: tell me you guys aren’t being fr…

tae: wait….

MY FAULT i thought you said organism 🙏🏻

wasn’t wearing my glasses

yoongi: the way that’s still wrong

hobi: he wears glasses?

jk: so what does it mean

jimin: guys i have a crush 🤭

jin: always a crush never a job

y/n: HELDPDODOFODKFJFKC

hobi: set him free for fucking real

yoongi: pt2

jimin: fuck you all i didn’t want to talk about it anyways

jk: do you think ironman gets lonely in heaven

namjoon: maybe you should join him

jk: OMG???????

namjoon just told me to kms (real) (not clickbait)

tae: what if jungkook doesn’t go to heaven?

who knows what he does behind closed doors

y/n: he vapes

jk: NO

y/n: if you say so

jin: jimin and namjoon going to hell that’s all i know

jimin: omg take my dick out your mouth

jin: ew?

namjoon: ????

tae: i know joon does coke on the low

yoongi: :3

namjoon: what???

hobi: i could be a red velvet member if i tried hard enough

y/n: i believe in you

hobi: means the world tbh

namjoon: when have i ever mentioned coke in my life?? let alone taken it

tae: see how defensive he’s getting

someone call the police

yoongi: jungkook joined a cult yesterday

namjoon: what?

hobi: namjoon are you not tired?

namjoon: ?

hobi: always asking questions like are you not sick of it

have you found the answers you’ve been looking for

if not i suggest you stop asking and give up all together :/

y/n: I AGREE

#stopthequwstions2023

namjoon: im leaving before i say something i regret

*namjoon left the group*

jin: he was so gonna say the n word

y/n: HELDPDODDODODOODOD

tae: stop the namjoon hate 2023

jk: i miss him so much

my life is falling apart

*jk added namjoon to the group!*

namjoon: leave me ALONE.

*namjoon left the group*

jimin: yikes

yoongi: skill issue tbh

y/n: i take no blame for this btw

jimin: i didn’t do anything!!!!

tae: not me

yoongi: ❌

jin: lowkey hobi’s fault

hobi: i blame jk

jk: wtf…

#bts crack #bts fanfic #bts fluff #bts imagines #bts fic #bts text #bts x reader #bts x y/n #bts x you #namjoon x reader #jin x reader #yoongi x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #bts texts #rm x reader #suga x reader #v x reader #jhope x reader #hobi x reader #bts fake chats #bts incorrect texts

[btsqualityy]

OT7 drabble where they discuss about having a crush initially on one of the wives and that escalates to who they (member) would like to have a threesome with (wives)

"This is so delicious," Jungkook moaned as he bit into the gimbap that Jin's wife had brought to the practice room. "I love it when Noona cooks for us."

"Uh, excuse you but she cooked these for me!" Jin exclaimed, reaching over and snatching the container out of Jungkook's hands.

"Sorry hyung but I can't help it," Jungkook whined.

"You act like Y/N-ah doesn't feed you at home," Jimin joked, referring to Jungkook's wife.

"No she does and it's great but something about Noona's cooking, it just hits different."

"Is it her cooking that makes it hit different or the crush that you used have on her?" Taehyung snickered, making Jungkook freeze.

"I did not have a crush on her!" He shouted.

"Jungkookie, you're so transparent that you might as well be made of glass," Jin chuckled. "It's ok, I get it. Hell, I'm married to her and still have a crush on her."

"It's ok to admit it JK," Namjoon said. "We all spend so much time together, it's normal that you might have developed a crush on one of our wives."

"Have any of you ever?" Jungkook shot the question back at them and the silence that followed was deafening. They all looked around at each other and cut their eyes as they waited for anyone to speak up.

"Y/N-ah," Hobi suddenly said and everyone's head turned towards him.

"MY Y/N-ah?" Yoongi questioned.

"I clearly have a type," Hobi chuckled softly.

"Would you want to fuck her?" Yoongi asked candidly.

"Are you trying to start something, hyung?" Namjoon checked and Yoongi shook his head.

"It's an honest question."

"At the risk of pissing you off, yes I would," Hobi shrugged. "I think any man and even woman with eyes would."

"....That's valid," Yoongi shrugged.

"Ok, since we're doing this," Jimin sighed. "Y/N."

"Really?" Jungkook murmured in surprise.

"You said she's a squirter right?"

"Yeah."

"That's a weakness of mines," Jimin admitted with a smile.

"You'd fuck her?" Jungkook wondered, echoing his hyung's question.

"If things were different and I weren't married and she wasn't with you, maybe," Jimin replied. "Probably. Most likely."

"Holy shit," Jin laughed.

"You know I don't think I'd be opposed to that," Jungkook murmured. "As long as I was involved."

"That could be arranged," Jimin muttered.

"What?" Namjoon chuckled.

"Nothing," Jimin and Jungkook both replied at the same time, making everyone burst out laughing.

#btsqualityy drabbles #drabble day 2

[baizhoobies]

congrats on 200 followers! ^o^

here’s my submission for the matchup event :3

i’m 22 my pronouns are she/they and i’m bi so gender doesn’t matter, i would like to choose genshin impact and bungo stray dogs as my fandoms!

about me: my mbti is ENFP, i’m a sagittarius sun, my lunar zodiac is a dragon, i’ve played violin for over a decade and have a deep love for all types of music (and i sing a lil too!), i’m a textiles major who likes to sew and cosplay, aaaaaand i have a love for history (especially the 1800s) :D

sorry if these were too random haha

I match you up with . . . ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Bram Stoker | Bungo Stray Dogs

Okay, hear me out. You guys are like sun and moon. Bram has been surrounded by nothing but bullshittery with the Decay of Angels, so having someone like an ENFP around him, would honestly be refreshing. As much as he is a sleepy head, he would appreciate your energy. Sagittarius suns are known to be extroverts, lively and enthusiastic - as much as he is the opposite of that, I feel like you’d balance each other out.

A big big reason why I paired you with Bram is for your musical talents. Its no secret that Bram’s weakness is music, so the fact that you not only can play the violin, but also a singer, makes him swoon. He would get you to either play the violin or sing right next to his coffin - either to put him to sleep or to simply hear you play.

As you are a huge fan of history, particularly the 1800s, Bram would be a perfect muse for you as he literally lived through it! Any questions you have regarding that era, Bram would answer. He may find it a little curious as to why you are interested, but he would answer honestly and to the best of his ability.

Please for the love of God, sew his coat up. Its literally in tatters and something tells me that he refuses to get rid of it. Something about ‘too much history’ behind it. So if you offer to sew it up, he may be hesitant, and maybe even refuse at first. But if he sees your talents first hand, he may let you. And when you do, he is smitten; he’s soooooo going to walk as if he’s on the catwalk, hair flipping and everything.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀ Yun Jin | Genshin Impact

So unlike Bram, you guys match with similar energies. Although she is dignified on the stage, she is very friendly and extroverted with the right people. The main reason why I paired you with Yun Jin is definitely for your musical talents.

So imagine this, she asks you to play the violin at one of her performances! Though of course her style is primarily traditional, she would adore to have her significant other there with her, and performing with her. Speaking of history, if her opera performances are historical based, the two of you can talk about the history to your hearts content!

As you mentioned your singing talents, imaging song rehearsals together. Yun Jin would encourage you to sing along with her, or to simply hear you sing. I can see her watching you proudly, rose tinted glasses and all. If ever you had any performances of your own, either singing or violin playing, she would absolutely pay top money to watch you.

SEW HER AN OUTFIT!! My goodness she would love it. For her performances, she would love to wear anything and everything that you sew her. Yun Jin would admire the fabrics you use, the artistry that went into creating the garment, and would be smitten with any little details you would include. She comes across as someone who might enjoy cosplaying too, no canon reasoning behind it, I just get that vibe!

A/N: Thank you for your submission! ♡ also, I made sure to look on a few websites regarding ages - all characters I include in my matchups are over 18 :)

#Baizhoobies matchup event #BSD Bram x reader #Bram stoker x reader #Yun Jin x reader

[rancidtae]

ARCADIA’S LULLABY | CHAPTER 3

Genre: Mafia AU. Vigilante AU. Sci-fi (AI). Warnings: Graphic violence, Strong language Pairing: exo & Original Female Character (Jung Jiah/Kang Rina) - Kim Minseok/Original Female Character - Zhang Yixing/Original Female Character Word count: 7k+ chapter summary: the rain pours relentlessly, but a different storm is just starting. Jiah meets Jongin at a birthday party, it's all harmless fun and magnetic sparks until it isn't, and he calls her the wrong name.

masterlist meet the characters

You wanna disappear in a crowd Just a stranger in a room Wanna change your colors just for the night With no word of it following you home

081222 - 5:43 pm

Things are quiet.

The story is still at the center of the news and online discussions. People have dissected every detail of Lee Chungjae's life to the point that he took down all his posts. In every sense of the word, he's the country's most hated man.

And candidate Lee's reassuring smile when reporters bring up the subject has started to crack.

But nothing else happens.

She's on edge. Let the storm hit already, for fuck's sake. 

Yixing finds her restlessness hilarious and texts her a screenshot of the weather app this morning. 90% chance of rain for the next three days.

It looks like Kuraokami answered your prayers.

In the midst of it all, he's been refusing to blend to the background of her mind, exploiting the fact that she's weak when it comes to a good meal. Most days he shows up to her door with takeout, and just yesterday he came with ingredients and made her eat her words about carbonara being the most overrated approach to noodle based recipes.

He’d laugh at her if he could see her now, standing outside the chronicle's building, struggling to get her buzzing phone from the inside of her bag.

A part of her hopes it's the blocked number from before.

But there's a name on the screen, and it puts a frown on her face.

“What do you want.” 

A chuckle spills through the line. “Resentment is a terrible thing, you know? It does the heart no good.”

“How would you know? You don't have one."

“I heard you paid someone a visit last night. I wanted to hear it from you.”

She scoffs up at the sky through her see-through umbrella.

"You want me to say I’m... what? Shaking in my boots? So you can rub one out to the sound of it?”

“Language, sunshine. Let’s keep things civil.”

“I tried to be civil, didn’t I? I even gave you a heads-up for old times’ sake, but then you decided to make things personal. So now I’m thinking that next time, I'll just let it blow in your face, make it surprise.” 

“Ah, there we go again with that. Why do you insist on calling it personal?”

“Why don’t you suck my dick, Namjoon?”

She hates that she can hear his poisonous smile, over so confident and collected.

“You walked into that room yourself. How is it fair to blame me for the consequences of your actions?”

He enjoyed it, he’s enjoying it even now, she knows. He denied any involvement in her encounter with a certain pair of recently debuted syndicate members, but hist hands were all over that stunt.

A blow like that, the same night she showed up to let him know she had info on his candidate’s son, and he expects her to believe destiny is just funny like that.

No fucking way.

Things may or may not have escalated to shattered wine glass and a deep burgundy stain on Jin's favorite artwork hanging on the wall.

“Can you get to the point? Some of us can’t afford to spend the day scheming, I have things to do.” she says, impatience seeping into her tone.

It's starting to rain, so her hair will start looking crazy in about three minutes.

“I was hoping you were bluffing.”

She laughs in a way that makes an older woman give her a nasty look.

“My hopes weren’t for us.”

Ah.

There it is. As grim as it is, it’s like a weight taken off her chest.

Her surroundings come back into focus. The narrow street. The stream of people walking past her, trying to get out of the rain as soon as possible. A girl brushing her shoulder, recording herself speaking in a foreign language. A taxi driver fighting with a delivery guy. A German shepherd with a yellow raincoat and little rubber boots, its nose against the side of a phone booth. 

“I see.” 

“Just now?” he has the gall to sigh, disappointed. “I thought you knew when you went to Yoongi looking for a 22. I guess you're not that good at seeing things beforehand anymore, not even when you start them.”

If she had to describe it, she’d say it’s a lot like a game of hide and seek with the kids from her street. Terrifying and exciting at the same time.

“Come to the hotel,” he suddenly says, much to her surprise “Stay here until things settle down.”

And if she had to sum Kim Namjoon up, this would be it. No one but him could give an invitation and a threat at the same time with such ease. Come, or else.

“No. I think I'll stay outside, see what comes out of it.”

Another deep sigh.

“I see. Have it your way, then. You have your fun, make sure to enjoy it.”

She hits the red button and finds that the cute dog with the rubber boots nowhere to be seen, as if it vanished off the street with its human. 

At least 13 different people stop her before reaching Kim Kibum's office. Even though her name wasn't credited, her co-workers know what it means when she disappears for weeks, and the kind of stories she chases. The vultures in her department rolling their eyes at the sight of her kind of give it away.

“I thought I told you to work from home until further notice,” he says as she locks the door behind her.

“What? I deliver the story of probably the year, and you don’t want to see my face anymore?”

"Don’t. I’ve had a long day” he huffs, pulling the blinds down. His office looks less cluttered than she remembers. Has it been that long since she clocked in? “You know there’s a reason why I asked you to lay low for a while.”

She drops her body on one of the chairs in front of his desk and grabs a heavy, fancy pen.

“Did you see? Lee Chungjae is living his best life in France pretending to care about free education. He’s out there taking pics with Rihanna.”

Her boss leans over, snatches the pen from her hands, and points it at her like a sword.

“And? What do you expect? That they lock him up as soon as the story comes out? We do our thing, the rest is up to the world. We’re a newspaper, not the league of justice.”

Earlier today she told Haneul something similar, just to calm him down. Now she knows how he felt.

“It’s been a week already.”

“No, it’s barely been a week” he corrects her, moving a storage box under his desk and stretching his waist like he just can’t wait for retirement. “You know how this is, Jiah.”

Yeah, she knows. Shitty. Working your ass off, dealing with red tape and censorship, putting everything on a plate only for the world to move on, people not give a shit, and those who are supposed to do something turn a blind eye and fill their pockets.

“Why is your stuff inside a box?" Even the fake Basquiat is missing, so she knows it's serious. "Are you quitting?”

“I’m moving to a new office,” he says, pausing before adding "Jongsuk quit today.”

The news hits her like an ice bucket.

“He turned in his resignation letter earlier."

"Fuck." she breathes. "Oh. Fuck."

"Talk about freedom of the press, huh?” he laughs bitterly, tapping his temple, shaking his head, his eyes turning red.

In terms of bad news, this is the kind that makes you very aware of the last meal you had.

The Chronicle’s had the same chief editor for nearly twelve years. It’s one of the country’s most respected newspapers, and Jung Jongsuk was a big part of the reason why. The idea of someone with enough power moving the right strings to get the man, the myth, the fucking legend fired just as means of revenge sets a chill down her spine.

It’s a petty but very clear act of revenge. A shame, considering he was damn good at his job and how much he cared about his staff.

She sucks on her teeth “What’s he gonna do?”

“No idea. He showed up earlier today and left as soon as he gave a speech. They want me to step in immediately. Can you believe it?”

She's out of words. Half wanting to congratulate him despite the sad circumstances of his promotion, half wondering what that means for her. He suddenly squints.

“You look terrible. Finals?”

“Done, I’m a free woman”

She's can't stop thinking about Chief Editor Jongsuk, how he was always like the cool stepdad that didn’t have to be too nice or too mean to get your respect, how he gave her a chance when she was just a freshman.

“Shouldn’t you be getting some sleep or, I don’t know... drinking your face off with your friends?”

Her hand slips inside her backpack. “Well, if you'd answered my calls, I would be doing one of those.”

She puts a small, puny handgun on the desk, and slides it in his direction.

“Are you—” he locks the door before lowering his voice to a hiss “Have you lost your mind? How did you get through security?”

“You said we need to be careful and this is what being careful looks like, take it.” she says, sliding it closer to him. It barely brushes the side of his keyboard.

“Are you crazy? Do not— ” he opens a drawer and pushes it inside like it burns to the touch, slamming it shut and leaning his body away, pressing one hand to his forehead. “Jiah, this is illegal”

“I’m the best investigative journalist you have, flirting with the illegal here and there is one of the many reasons why.” 

“This isn’t flirting with the illegal, for god's sake, this is raw dogging it, Jiah. This is an office. We’re a–”

“Im Haneul is about to get into witness protection, that’s why I’m giving you something to protect yourself with. Thank you, Jiah. You’re welcome, boss.”

He bites his lip, looking at the drawer with resentment before setting his eyes on her, dead serious.

“Is there something you’re not telling me? Did something happen?”

“It’s always better to be prepared. You know what they say about peace and quiet.”

“I don’t,” he deadpans “Is that some kind of gang lingo?”

She frowns. “Just what has Minho been telling you? I should pay him a little visit—”

“You’re not going anywhere near my staff.”

“Your staff? I’m your staff. He’s a sports reporter, you can walk into a bar anywhere in Itaewon and find a dozen replacements.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, not denying it. “Did. Something. Happen.”

“I heard something. From a good source.”

“A good source.”

“Yeah, sometimes those are what we call confidential. So—” he fixes her with a look that makes her fear that his eyeballs will pop out of their sockets. “Fine, it was Kim Namjoon.”

He blinks at her. Throws his hands in the air and plops down on his seat.

“That's hilarious. If this doesn’t work for you, you can always pursue comedy. Now get the hell out of my office, I have to move my stuff to the other side of the floor.”

She stands up stretching her arms, giving him a once over and opening her mouth. He lifts a hand.

“I don't want to hear it. Go take a bath, get drunk, do drugs, get laid. You’re an undergrad student, not Chelsea Manning. Live a little.”

“Actually, I prefer Lisbeth Salander."

"Get out."

081222 - 06:55 pm

Something about the bleach fumes welcoming the moment she enters Lady’s Room is just– homely, and Wendy's threatening glare makes up for the stern mother figure she didn’t have growing up. 

“Don’t even think about it, boots off.”

She toes off her muddy boots, struggling not to spill anything on the heavy takeout bags, making her way to the back.

“How come he gets to keep them on?”

Taemin looks insane with a black cape covering his body and his hair all foiled up, Seulgi's hovering over him with the cutest concentrated frown. He wiggles is feet at her.

“Clean shoes privilege. Plus, I'm way cuter than you.”

She snaps a picture of him for future use while he's distracted explaining how he read somewhere that hair takes bleach better when you're stress-free, and that the end of his last semester is just the perfect moment.

“And of course you believed that, because it makes total sense”

“No, it’s true,” Seulgi says. “It’s also better when you’re in a good mood. That’s why I don’t like to take people fresh out of a bad breakup, the chemicals get all messed up.”

“Oh, he doesn’t need to worry about that,” she says off-handedly.

Taemin doesn’t like her tone. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Wendy answers before she can, flipping through receipts on the reception area. “It means that you need a relationship to go through a breakup. That’s usually how it works”

“I'll have you know that I have secondhand PTSD from you guys. I’m like one ride home with an angry couple away from giving up on monogamy.” 

“So, blue?”

“Silver.” He shows her a picture of a male idol with gray hair, wet styled. He's worried that if he goes too light it'll wash out his complexion.

She inspects his face in the floor to ceiling mirror “Nonsense, you’d look good in anything, buttercup.”

He smiles, always a slut for some validation. "You're coming to Sana’s party, right?”

She groans, plopping down on the chair next to him.

“Jiah, come on, it’s the last party of the semester. The last party before I graduate.”

She’s not swayed by his abuse of the last something before I graduate card. “I’m out of social battery, I'll kill the vibe.”

“We’ll pregame at my place and you’ll be good to go.”

“I can’t be bothered to go home and get changed.”

“Oh! You left the strappy shirt, you know? the one you didn’t know you were wearing backwards, and that leather skirt at my place, I threw them in the washing machine just for an occasion like this.”

“I’m seriously not feeling the vibe today.”

“Who cares, you attract people when you’re sulking.” he shrugs “Plus that’s the skirt you were wearing when you pulled that Romanian guy. We get free bottles every time you have your leg meat out.”

Seulgi slaps the side of his neck with her glove-covered hand. “Don’t pimp her out.”

“And this is why I suggested a ladies-only policy.”

“Interesting that you assume you fall in that category, but go on.” Taemin says, Jiah gasps in fabricated indignation. “And isn’t that reverse sexism?”

“It’s not like men are rushing to get in.”

Irene emerges from the office, walking past them with her all work and no fucking around face on, all her focus taken by her tablet.

“Oh, actually, we had a guy customer a few days ago and he was very happy with our services,” Seulgi says. Taemin and Jiah let out synchronized snorts.

Irene looks at them, going through the pile of papers Wendy handed her. “Grow up, you two."

Seulgi catches on, making a noise of disgust.

“So what did he want? A massage?”

Irene flips a page, scanning its contents. The warning is sharper this time. “Taemin.”

“He wanted a full-on transformation, so we went with silver,” Seulgi says, ignoring the quip, poking at his bleach covered hair with the pointy edge of her brush “It looked pretty good on him. It suited his personality.”

Taemin coos "Is that a crush I smell?"

Seulgi shrugs. "I'm just saying he fit the look, he was easy to talk to. Funny too. Asked a lot of questions about the salon, said a childhood friend of his co-owns one.”

"Huh, sounds boring to me." Taemin shrugs, not impressed. Seulgi and Jiah share a knowing look. He's platonically possessive to a fault, and being the only guy in their group only makes it worse.

Jiah smirks, spinning on the chair. "Sounds like your replacement to me."

He sticks his tongue at her “I was going to introduce you to someone tonight, traitor.”

Irene and Wendy sigh in relief, finally finding whatever it was they were looking for, high five-ing.

“I’m heartbroken.” She yawns. “I wasn’t planning on going anyway”

“You should go.“ Irene says, coming to stand behind her chair, playing with her hair. "You sure need it."

“What is it with people treating me like I’m some boring bitch lately?”

“Have you considered that you’ve been a boring bitch lately? We barely see you, you were supposed to help us look for a new place” Wendy complains, plopping on the other chair next to Taemin’s, spinning. "And you missed the anniversary party"

Nothing for her to do but take the shots. Seulgi steps in for her, an angel.

"Cut her some slack, she brought food. You know that’s sorry in her language."

"Alright, yeah.” Wendy agrees way too easily "And for the record, there's nothing wrong with being boring, Yeri can always use a boring figure in her life"

“I’m not going to a party to be on Yeri Sitting Duty.”

Taemin squints at her, walking to the washing station under Seulgi's orders, cape swooshing dramatically behind him. “But you’re coming, right?”

To be fair, she does feel bad about ghosting them for weeks.

“I swear to god, you better not ditch me for one of your Instagram famous friends."

He doesn't get a chance to reply, his calls for help fill the salon and Seulgi giggles like a sweet summer child discovering the joys of waterboarding. Irene's pleased to the point of pulling her phone out to record the scene, chortling.

081222 - 11:25 pm

One would assume that the only child of the owner of a massive Japanese architecture firm, who also happens to own several clubs in the city, can afford to throw a party with decent alcohol.

Her annoyance should be directed at Taemin for talking her into coming and proceeding to do exactly what she asked him not to.

He’s nowhere to be seen, and Party Yeri is at her peak, hands thrown in the air, dancing between a bunch of freshman girls with their phones out, the red light beams bouncing off her glittery top. 

“Not a dancer, or just not in the mood?” a voice interrupts.

She felt his presence before he approached her table. Some people are just hard to ignore, and with his simple silky shirt with a few buttons undone, pushed-back hair, and a flirty strand hanging on his forehead, he has a crowd of curious women and men alike following him with hungry eyes everywhere he goes.

“The second one.”

He smiles just like someone who's used to seeing others react to his looks.

Her first impression of him was jealousy for having better lips than her. She was too busy listening to Mina talk about her internship in Spain to pay too much attention to Taemin introducing the guy. Sitting at levels of handsomeness that don't require a personality, the man bored her without uttering a word.

But he's not hard to look at.

“So, how come we haven’t met before?”

“I don’t know, you tell me. Taemin says your presence is an exclusive experience." she sips her drink, he thinks it's funny. "Jiah, right?”

“And you’re Jongin, one of the dancing friends.” 

A guy approaches Yeri’s group, disgustingly scanning each girl like he’s trying to figure out who has the lowest standards. 

“Not a big fan of us?”

She considers her answer, watching the girls shrug him off before he can get too comfortable.

“I've learned to coexist with you people. It comes with the Taemin package.”

His little laugh is surprisingly childish for his masculine looks. The way he keeps looking at her face like he can't spare any bit of attention to their surroundings makes her feel like a bug under a microscope lens.

“Here's my theory, I think he might’ve been keeping you to himself for a bit there. But I’ve heard so many things about you that I kind of feel like I know you already."

Jiah doesn't know what to say to that, but holds his warm gaze and indulges in the view for a bit. Caramel skin, glowy under the strobe lights, painted red like a forbidden object of desire, or a character of a Japanese movie, waiting for his lover at a love hotel.

Handsome indeed. Nice jaw, soft nose, slightly arched eyebrows. 

“Good things, I hope.”

“Interesting things.” He says with a crooked grin. She cocks an eyebrow, but he beats her to it. “So, journalism. What’s that like?”

She gives him the generic answer she keeps for occasions like this; lots of reading, being on the phone, doing more with less. No one is ever satisfied. Neither the readers nor the editors nor yourself.

Ok. So maybe she assumed a lot of things. He's surprisingly great company, really easy to talk to. He owns a dance studio and teaches from time to time. Some of his students have made it to entertainment companies, and he tries not to seem cocky, but it's clear he's extremely proud of them. He’s very nonchalant about covering various styles, though he’s more interested in R&B these days. 

“Your day-to-day sounds like a lot of sitting behind a desk,” he comments. Being someone that works with his body, the idea must haunt him.

“Oh, god, no– I always feel like I’ll throw myself from the window if I spend too much time at the office. I’m on the investigation team, so I’m almost always out on the streets, harassing bureaucrats and stuff.” 

“That sounds... fun.”

“Riveting,” she promises. “It’s not bad, really. You go through the boring stuff and then when you get a good story, you remember why you do it, and… it’s a good feeling.”

“You know, usually when someone mentions journalism I think of people with thinning hair and marriage issues.” 

“Are you calling me old?”

“No. I was trying to say that you just took down a stereotype for me.” he pauses, pouting and looking up like he’s considering something “But you do give off an old soul vibe, sitting on your own, sulking like you’re here against your own will, ready to decimate anyone who dares come near you.”

She blinks at him, he’s holding back a smile, she can tell. Waiting for her reaction.

“Wow, so you’re just gonna call me a hag like that?”

He looks mildly surprised, worried, and amused all at the same time. “That’s not–”

“And if I look that scary, how come you’re here at my table?”

“Because you’re very attractive. It balances out the scary.”

She hums into her glass.

“And I’m very charming, I knew you’d be harmless.”

“Right.” He’s not entirely wrong. She’s always suspicious of extremely charming people, and the alarms are going off in her head.

“This is me hitting on you, off the record.” he continues, undeterred. She snorts. "And I say that because, as I’m sure you know, Taemin is possessive.”

She lifts and shakes a finger like an aunt at church when the pastor hits a mark. “Like a kid who doesn’t share his toys.”

Which reminds her, where’s that silver-haired menace?

“We’ll just have to ease him into it.”

“Uh-huh. This is flattering and all, I guess, but I’m married so–”

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t get jealous” he shrugs, very serious about it. Which is unexpected, no one has ever reacted to the I'm married line like that. “I’m not gonna try to compete with your career.”

She's speechless, but in a good way, laughing at the audacity and shaking her head.

But then, just for a moment, he disappears.

There’s a quick, almost untraceable absence, even his smile falters.

Then he snaps back.

“Hey, you wanna get out for a bit? Get some fresh air? Looks like your friend’s gonna be busy for a while.”

Yeri was off her radar for a bit there, and now she’s got her arm threaded with the birthday girl herself. They’re moving away from the crowd, talking into each other's ears like they haven’t debriefed in months, probably headed to the bathroom.

Now that he mentions it, fresh air sounds nice. 

“Promise I’m all out of lines,” he adds.

It’s humid out on the street, but less stuffy and noisy. She pulls out a brand new pack of cigarettes and they get fire from a girl hanging around with her friends next to a motorcycle. Her kohl-stained eyes scan Jongin greedily while he leans over, hands cupping the flame.

She suddenly turns to look at her, right when Jongin leans back and thanks her, and winks.

If Jongin notices, he’s unbothered, much more concerned with moving around her to stand on the side of the street, wordlessly making them switch spots. The gentleman move is soon eclipsed by a sudden coughing fit.

It's so bad she feels kind of horrible about finding it amusing. He really just fucked up his smooth streak after one drag.

She offers to grab him a drink, but he shakes his head, grabbing her arm before she walks away. He swallows hard one, two, or three times, wiping the corners of his eyes.

"You good?"

"No." he rasps. “These are the kind that my grandfather used to smoke.”

“You could’ve said no.” she counters, patting his back. They’re strong, she didn’t warn him because she showed him the package.

“I was a victim of peer pressure.” he jokes after clearing his throat. “I was doing well, wasn’t I?”

“It’s ok. Choking on smoke like a high schooler makes you human.” she offers him as consolation. The coughing fit messed up his hair. he looks younger now, less of a threat. Maybe it’s just the fresh air, the relief of getting out of the crowd, and the nicotine easing her up. 

He asks if she smokes often, sounding like he doesn’t want to intrude, but a part of him will judge her if she says yes. Truthfully, she hasn’t in months, but it always hits a spot after a while, and people assume she’s too into it. 

“Work's stressing you out?”

“That’s what work is supposed to do, isn’t it?” 

He winces.

“Not to a level where you have to smoke like a war general.”

She grins at him sideways, the man who introduced her to this particular brand would have a few things to say about that sentence.

“I can deal with the stress, I only smoke when I get frustrated.”

“And does that happen often?”

“I don’t know? I guess. My boss says I’m too much of a control freak. He's a jerk, but sometimes it feels like he knows me better than I know myself.”

“Not great at teamwork, then?” he probes.

“No, I mean-- I’m not, but it’s not that.” she pauses. He’s waiting for her to elaborate. “I just wish I could do more sometimes, and not just document things from the sidelines. Does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does.” he assures. “I think I know what you mean.”

“I tried it, recently” she goes on, and she doesn’t know why she’s opening up to this guy. She’s not trying to turn him into her therapist, and she’s not even sure she wants to take him home at all. There’s too much going on in her mind at the moment, she wouldn’t be fully present anyway. It'd be a waste.

“And how did that go?”

“It was alright at the beginning. I've been helping someone– a friend who was gonna do something he'd regret. Actually, I'm not sure we're actually friends, but he's a great guy in a shitty situation.” she rambles, taking one last drag. “But then things went south in the worst way possible. It didn't even have anything to do with him, just personal baggage and terrible timing. I guess I had it coming.” 

He nods, deep in thought, letting a comfortable silence fall between them, just watching people walk past, going in and out of the club. She presses the butt against the sole of her boots, and tosses it in the trash.

“If it’s any help, I’m sure your friend is grateful. You did well helping him.” he says, and she remembers Yixing saying something similar. “And whatever happened, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

She shrugs. “It is what it is, right? Onwards and upwards.” 

He grins, pointing a finger at her. "That’s totally something my father would say.”

“So you ran out of lines and now you’re back to calling me old?”

“I only said that because I didn’t want to come off too strong, but if you insist.” He’s back on charming again, hands in the air like she’s just giving him no choice. The switch between kind to charming gives her whiplash.

A waste, really. A month ago she might’ve taken him home, let him make her coffee in the morning.

“I’m not insisting, I just asked you a question.”

He waves her off. “Bet you 5000 won I can kiss you without using my lips.”

It’s stupid. But he looks like the epitome of determination. Kohl girl behind him keeps looking at them over her shoulder, and without the meaningless rumble of the crowd to distract her, his voice turns out to be quite lovely.

So she tilts her chin at him, giving him the green light.

He takes two purposeful steps. She calls his bluff, refusing to back up against the wall. He gets close enough that he has to bend his head down to keep eye contact, and in a surprisingly smooth move, he places a short, harmless peck right on her lips. 

Then he backs up with a single step and pulls out a bill from his pocket.

“A great investment if you ask me.” he says.

She laughs despite herself. Not in the coy, flirted up way, but a full, honest, belly laugh.

The silver-haired menace himself emerges from the shadows with a cowboy hat on his head, thumbs hooked on his jeans. He’s glaring, a scowl on his lipstick-stained lips, focusing on the way Jiah bends over, hand on her tummy and all.

“What are you doing with my best friend? I’m asking both of you, by the way.” he demands.

“Where did you get that?” she asks him, fully recovered, flicking the hat.

Taemin grabs the bill from Jongin’s hand before he can put it away. Jongin raises his eyebrows at him, anticipating complaints for his actions, daring him even.

“Not that I don’t respect the hustle, but I think you’re underselling yourself, sweetie." he says, turning to Jongin like a parental figure setting limits. "A peck from our Jiah is easily worth 10000 won. Pay up.”

“Deal,” Jongin shrugs, reaching for his back pocket again, pulling out several bills, winking at her. "How many can I get for--"

“Alright, we get it, she gets it,” Taemin interrupts, putting an arm around his shoulders, and rubbing his chest distractedly. “I thought you were on Yeri Sitting Duty tonight.”

Jiah licks her thumb and wipes the lipstick marks on his jaw, much to Jongin's endless amusement

“She’s a big girl. You got some on your teeth, you harlot."

"Finally. I keep telling you girls, you baby her too much" he complains, licking his front teeth. "Someday you'll have to set her free, let her make some mistakes of her own. They build character, you know?"

"How wise of you." Jongin says. "Was that the logic behind this new look?"

"Some mistakes don't." Taemin continues, looking at her with crazy eyes, pointing at Jongin. "Some mistakes make your best friend uncomfortable and are off limits."

Jiah and Jongin look at each other. "You introduced us."

"Yes, and? I never said get chummy and explore each other's bodies, did I?"

“Nice tattoo, by the way.” She tells Jongin. She caught a glimpse when he got closer and thought it looked familiar. Then Taemin unknowingly moved the fabric on his chest out of the way and she got confirmation. “It’s the helm of awe, isn't it?”

Jongin mouth falls open, genuine shock taking over his features. Not many people know about runes or recognize them. Taemin tilts his head to the side, eyeing her curiously, suspiciously.

“How do you know that? I thought it was a snowflake.”

“I knew a girl who had one on the back of her neck. Hers was red though. Looked great when she put her hair up.”

Taemin releases Jongin from his clutches with an unconvinced hmph, taking off his hat and putting it on her head. Jongin quietly fixes his shirt.

"Oh. Oh. I think I saw Minho inside. You wanna piss him off?"

Well, that’s great. That’s just great. Super cool.

Jongin takes a look at her face and blurts out the question. "Who's that?"

"Her ex. She broke his heart, he started rumors that she's with the Yakuza." Jongin blinks in surprise, and Taemin looks like he wants to elaborate further. She stops him.

“What’s that grown man doing here?”

“You know he likes to hang around the youngsters and make people guess his age. So, you in?”

“Leave me out of it.” 

"Hear me out. I was thinking you and Jongin could walk around, right? Let him see you together, put on a little show. You know how his ears get red and his eyes bulge out when he's angry?” he's trying to contain his laugh, looking maniac. “I’ll buy you dinner, both of you. I’m serious.”

That’s her cue for a bathroom break. She puts the cowboy hat on Jongin’s head, not deterred by the way his eyes follow her on her way inside.

A sigh escapes her lips as the cold water runs over her hands. She smiles at a group of girls walking out of the door, their giggles reminding her of the task at hand—finding Yeri and making sure she's not too drunk to make semi-rational decisions.

Maybe she’ll try to talk her into ditching this place. Yixing's uncle's spot is not too far from here.

The possibility of running into her ex kind of makes her want to bolt. Not out of lingering feelings, she just doesn’t have the energy for that interaction. He has a way with sucking the like out of her.

There's only so much she can take of things beyond her control.

The bathroom door clicks. Something shifts in the air. The unsettling feeling of realizing she's not alone. She glances up at the mirror and catches a glimpse of him in the reflection.

Reacting on instinct, her hand snatches the decorative vase from the sink and hurls it at him. The man covers his face, not before grabbing her forearm and slamming her against the sink.

She puts her palms up to avoid hitting the mirror face first. It happens at once, suddenly he's grabbing her bag, and the next second the chain strap is pulling around her neck.

Her body bends back. His knee's pressed against her lower back. Either she’ll pass out or he’ll snap her in half.

She's not about to go down in a public bathroom. She pushes her shaky fingers under the chain, attempting to relieve some of the pressure.

Her vision' blurring, she's running out of oxygen and ideas. Tears well up. The muffled music starts fading.

There's a distant slam, a loud thump.

And thank fuck, release.

She catches her weight on the sink, gasps for air, almost crashes against the mirror again. She turns on wobbly legs and faces two bodies intertwined and struggling on the floor.

Her attacker’s dressed in all black, mask included, buzzcut, well built. The second man has his thighs wrapped around his head, snarling as he keeps him overpowered. A blue-grey silk shirt clings to his broad shoulders, thin black lines mark the skin on his chest.

The helm of awe.

He knocks the guy out with his thighs which... ok, impressive. With heaving breaths, his eyes land on her.

She runs. He grabs her arm before she can get through the door, and bends over when her knee finds his crotch.

Slamming the door behind her, she slaps her hands against the wall for support, still a bit dizzy, heart racing.

"Wait! Rina– please wait–"

Everything shuts down—her legs, the party, the whole city stops. She drops the plans of putting as much distance as possible between them, turns around and stomps in his direction.

Four letters, one word, a slap to the face.

“What did you just call me?” she demands, her face inches away from his. She doesn't recognize her own voice. He's pawing at his neck, pulling a chain for her to see, like that's gonna do something. "Who the fuck are you?"

"I know them. I know Yixing. You’re in danger, I’m here to help you." he sounds pained, trying to calm her down. She has no sympathy for him.

Hanging from the chain, a silver band morphs into two bony hands that hold a mint-colored ball. A ring, worn as a necklace. She recognizes it at once. She won that ring at some fair in Busan. Someone at school started a rumor that she joined the occult. Kyungsoo's mother thought she was a bad influence.

“We have to get you out of here. He has back up, they'll come soon."

Jiah exhales, relaxes her limbs. He mirrors the gesture, letting out a breath of relief.

Then she runs like her life depends on it. And it just might. She bumps into people, pushes them aside, desperately looking for an emergency exit she vaguely remembers from past situations that shouldn't be crossing her mind right now.

They come in handy, successfully leading her to the deserted alley.

But god, whatever version of it is out there, is just not letting her get away so easily. 

The years have granted him an extra couple of inches, not that he ever needed them. Maybe it's just the thick soles of his boots that scrape against the loose gravel. He stops, mirroring her shock for a fleeting second.

She grabs the closest thing available; a rusty, long, and thin metal thing that's heavy enough to give her some confidence. He’s staring at her, no traces left of the awe she saw before.

He's pointing a gun at her face.

"Drop it" he barks "Hands up, turn around and try not to be so damn difficult. In that order."

Frustrated, she snarls at herself, her jaw tightening until it hurts before throwing the stick to the ground. She turns around, facing the mold-infested wall. The last thing she sees is a torn-off poster of an underground rap collective.

His forearm presses to the back of her neck with no mercy. He searches for a weapon she's not carrying.

"That's for being so fucking stupid. Do you realize what you got yourself into?" he snaps, not giving her a chance to answer before he pulls her back by the back of her shirt and pushes her against the wall again.

"Ow– What the fuck, dude?" the rough, disgusting surface of the wall scratches the side of her face. She kicks her feet against the ground. "I wasn’t even– what the fuck was that for?"

"That's for making my mom worry about you, idiot."   

He finally lets her go, and she moves away from him, curses spilling from her mouth.

The exit door opens revealing Jongin—the impostor.

"What are you doing? We need to--"

They guards go up abruptly before her eyes. He raises his gun at her once again, this time with clear intent.

It'd be ugly, she imagines, being shot this up close. Her brains will end up on the floor, his clothes, maybe even his face. The Park Chanyeol she knew was an asshole most of the time, but he didn't have it in him to step on an ant or kill a spider even if his mother ordered him to, let alone shoot someone.

The inevitable fact is that they are strangers. She doesn't know who the time has turned him into, just like she’s no longer someone that he knows.

"Go ahead, big guy," she lifts her chin, rolls her shoulders. He’s looking at her like she's made of cellophane.

Someone takes the ground from under her. The ground is inevitable. Someone grabs her. Her shoulder feels wet, and her hands look for the source. When she looks down it, it’s stained red.

Did he just–

It can’t be. It doesn't hurt. It should hurt.

It all happens too quickly. There's a hissing sound. The impostor grips her tightly and says something.

Was her heartbeat always this loud? And did she really just get shot?

"Eyes open," The impostor orders. There's no escape with the world narrowed down to two walls. They’re closing in.

He keeps talking, telling her that it’s alright. Her heartbeat is drumming inside her head. It’s now supposed to do that, she shouldn’t feel this cold in August. A chill settles in her bones like she’s been running barefoot through deep snow in the woods, wearing nothing but a flimsy hospital gown.

Okay. Maybe she did get shot. And now they’re taking her away. But she can’t go down like this. Irene... the girls will wonder where she is, Yeri’s gonna burn the place down looking for her, Taemin’s too sensitive to deal with something like this, and Chanyeol–

He shot her.

And they keep calling her the wrong name.

"Rina, you have to...” 

thump 

“...be there...” 

thump 

“...right? C’mon...”

thump.

"Rina."

And then they kill the lights.

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ok i changed my mind about drawing all the hair colours bc that's actually a lot of work that i don't have the energy for rn (silly art block and whatnot) and i don't wanna make u wait forever bc i'd forget etc etc i'm so sorry i'm a massive mess rn

ANYWAY i wanna preface this list by saying that i think black is a great colour on all of them! thinking specifically about that time jimin got compared to prince eric <3 and tae's recent pretty black curls (gone but never forgotten) but they all look good with black hair and i will not hear otherwise 😤

joon:

i think joon looks really good with light hair in general but i am particularly weak for grape!joon <3 his spring day/not today soft purple hair is everything to me

jin:

u are so so right about purple jin but may i offer u blond and pink jin as well! i think that almost platinum blond makes him look so ethereal and it very much fits the way his voice sounds to me. and shoutout to the pink for being so pretty on him

yoongi:

ok tbh i think black is his best colour however!! this ashy brown hair is super pretty

and shoutout to platinum blond agust d bc this was a Look he is so iconic for doing this

hobi:

i second the reddish brown tbh that is the colour i wish my hair was rn but i am realising very quickly that i can't pull it off quite like him ksfjhgkfd </3 anyway i also love whatever is going on with his hair in the spring day mv i think that should be an honourable mention

jimin:

jimin is a natural blond to me too tbh. especially when it looks all soft and fluffy i think he looks so cozy and gentle and huggable!! i'm also very weak for the pink tho like spring day jimin is everything to me and i was so happy when the pink made a comeback

tae:

tae looks good in literally every colours it's so unfair to the rest of us </3 out of the really bright colours my faves were red and blue tho! tae in the save me mv really imprinted on me in ways i can't describe dkfgjh and then when he had blue hair and jimin had pink hair 💞💞💞 looking so bright and colourful together i love them sm <33

but also!! this fluffy curly brown on him!!! when people were saying he looked like a poodle!! so so soft i fucking love it i want to play with his hair

jungkook:

i think i'm mainly used to seeing black/brown on him bc he had those colours for so long but! cherry kook or even just the red tips that i don't remember but found when i was looking up his red hair <3 idk there's just sth about this look that really hits to me

omg grape!joon how could i ever forget !!!! the sweetest angel anctually !!!! i love light hair on him :( it's just so !!! aah oh wowowow he's so my everything shaped and these pictures just prove it actually like i'd do anything for him

oh yes i am so glad you offered up blonde and pink jinnie !! he is so ethereal and soft and he just looks like he should be a prince somewhere like ,,,, he's so right when he calls himself worldwide handsome like he KNOWS he's so pretty and he's right

ASHY BROWN WITH THE HEADBAND LIKE I THINK IM GONNA SHORT CIRCUIUT !!!!!!! AND THEN PLATINUM AGUST D?!?!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!!!! LIKE ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME EXPLODE !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOOOOOOOOOOOD no yoongi just ,,,,,,, og i become insane any time i look at him actually like there is something inside of my body that just insantly gives me the feeling of wanting to bite on glass and scream like ,,,,,, GOD min yoongi

my best friend hobi my best friend !!!! the red hair !!!! ooooh that hobi is just has such a special place in my heart like idk i look at him and i am simply filled with joy and happiness and my saddness melts away (that's any hobi but red hair hobi just <333 baby boy) and yes !!!! the spring day hair w the red streaks !!! aaah he looks so cute in it 🥺 and his eyes look so pretty in that photo too and that choker of im 🥺🥺🥺

NATURAL BLONDE JIMIN STANS RISE !!!!!!!! yes when it's soft and fluffy !!!!! oh it's perfect and i jsut wanna give him all the hugs !!! and you're sosososososo correct about pink jimin like that is also just a precious huggable angel sorry and i think i'd love to see a pink!jimin comeback again i think it would bring world peace

the fact that tae just...... looks good in everything... im sick to my stomach.... how is it FAIR !!! OH BLUE AND PINK JIMIN !!!! MY COTTON CANDY TWINS !!!!! THEY JUST !!!! OH THEY JUST LOOK SO PERFECT TOGETHER !!!! (maybe they're more jollyrancher colored but it doesn't have the same ring) but oh tae in the save me mv is imprinted in my mind and i will rewatch it jsut for himsdkfjhlsd but poodle!tae !!! oh what a sweet boy !! that live where jk was just putting forks in his hair sdjkfhaldskfh

OH JUNGKOOK MY SWEET BABY STAR CANDY JUNGKOOK WHO IWOULD LITERALLY DO ANYTHING FOR !!!!! i look at him and i am instintaniously the heart eyes emoji like i can't help it that just who i am and jungkook is my babygirl that's how the world is !!!! but yes the reeeeed cherry !!!! it's so good !!! i love when you can still see his roots but there's color there i think that's the best way to do color for his hair !!!! oh it's just <33333 wow,,,,, im looking at those photos and im simply just here to be a in love w jungkook like i think that's what im put on this planet for (also soobin behind jk in the first photo made me giggle a little sdjhfakld)

!!!! spring day bangtan is just something that can be so personal and so full of love and emotion like.... wow.... !!!

#and yesss i agree their black hair is so !!!! oh they're just all so pretty wow !!!!!! #anyone who disagrees i will fight !!!! #and don't ever apologize for being a mess !!!!!!!!! >:( im literally right there w you being a massive mess rn so don't worry <3 #mdverse #ask #not glee