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itstheghostofmypast · 2 months

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(Idol) Kim Hongjoong x (F)Reader

Summary: What could be worse than being in love with someone, than being so close to the person you love yet so far, than laying in their arms, counting the seconds pass by till it all slips away?

Genre: Angst (tinge of fluff?)

Warnings: Autophobia/monophobia

Word Count: 1.2K

Est. Read Time: 10 min

Rating: nc-17

Networks: @cromernet @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

"Oh, it's giving rich old man vibes- kinda like those men who-" she paused mid-sentence, feeling the intense glare of the man of the hour.

"What?" she scoffed, pulling the soft, drycleaned blankets over her shoulders, pouting at the man.

"When you said you want to spend time with me, did that mean take nonconsensual pictures of me and comment on my sense of fashion?" he asked, eyes still on the laptop screen, sitting cross-legged.

"Well, I meant you, me and a nice movie." huffing she put her phone down and turned to look at him, "Not you, me and our friend 'your laptop'. " sitting up straight she grabbed a cushion, ready to toss it at him, though his head turned, causing her to stop mid-motion- caught red-handed.

"What are you doing?"

"Stretching." with that she placed the pillow down, looking at her reflection through the glass window, trying to tame her hair as she got off the bed and walked over to him, standing right next to him.

He looked up at her, smiling when she leaned down to read the lyrics, "Ah...so this is what you're working on." His fingers reaching for the hem of her -his- shirt, of course, she'd choose this over her actual pyjamas. He got them matching ones, though she would just say they were 'reserved for their bedroom, not a hotel', whatever that meant.

"Are you almost done?" turning to look at him, her breath hitched at the way he was looking- no admiring her, it was always this specific look that had her knees buckling, heart hammering, soul-shaking, hands tremoring-

"You can kiss me, you know?"

His words caught her off guard, taking a minute to process then realising he had a smug smirk, cocking his head to the side as he looked up at her- and he ruined it.

Clicking her tongue she pulled back, rolling her eyes before making her way back to the bed. Crawling to her side before flopping down and glaring at the ceiling, "If you were going to work, shouldn't have called me then." with a sigh she pulled the covers back around her, snuggling onto her pillow, "I could've slept alone back at home too- at least that way I wouldn't have to take the bus to work as I'll do tomorrow."

Being with Hongjoong came with its perks, the man spent well on himself and his loved ones, he was caring and sweet, he was sensitive and never rushed her or forced her to do anything she didn't want to, he respected her boundaries; physical and abstract- but for everything that made him oh so perfect, came a factor that reminded her of how he too was after all just a human- he was a workaholic. It's not like she didn't know this beforehand, both were aware of this setback, but perhaps the blooming relationship had them them attached by the hip, willing to bend enough to let the other climb up.

Although that didn't change how much she loved him, yet, at times like these, when he would call her, claiming to spend time together only to have her just there would make her feel as if their relationship had just become no different than a duty- where the dissonance was part of the ordeal, an analysis paralysis that would drag in one partner while the other deemed the relationship to be but a mundane chore, a requirement to be filled- there were times she'd wonder maybe if he was tired, they were way past their honeymoon phase, perhaps they were only together because this 'situation' was just comfortable. Perhaps she was waiting for the moment of dread, for him to finally slip away, turning her November cold and bitter once more.

The sudden warmth shook her awake- well, actually he shook her awake, before snuggling closer, spooning her, "Sorry." That's all he'd say and she'd melt, no longer wrapped in her dilemma, perhaps she was just a foolish girl, too love-struck to see the curve ball, perhaps she was a foolish girl fully aware that in the morning he'd be gone, while she'd be mourning, trying to hold onto the memory of him.

For someone as careful as her, it scared her how it took no less than three days for him to change the world around her, with the wind feeling just right and the gold of the sun never too bright- she knew that deep down she was but a girl who was too caught up in the whim, too caught up with him, a girl who was, lovesick.

"How long?" she whispered, feeling his arms tighten around her, pulling her closer as he tangled their legs together, the material of his pants soothing her burning skin, a nostalgic blanket wrapping them in its arms, humming the usual melancholic hymn.

"A few days." his words were soft, just like his touch, his fingers caressing the skin under her hoodie, trying to soothe himself more than her, "Just a few days and I'll be back." Repeating a bit louder, as if to convince himself- well, he was trying to convince himself, but he needed her to know, he needed her to feel the same as she did when he first met her, he needed her to hold onto him, to keep him grounded, to keep his head afloat and above the water.

"I'll be waiting..." she yawned, placing her hand on his, "Just like always." Closing her eyes she took a breath, trying to remain calm, though the way her body quivered had his stiffen, a shaky breath leaving his lips as he buried his face in her hair, letting her scent engulf his senses, flooding them in all his being, making sure all his mind, body and soul knew were her, now and forever.

"Thank you." his muffled voice caught her ears, and she choked on her words, choosing to only nod at the statement, hand gripping his forearm and trying to pull him closer and much to her pleasure he followed her lead, almost on top of her, too guilt-ridden to object- for how could he object, who was he to object when she had endured everything, for the past many years, standing by his side, in the shadows, a quiet spectator, a lover within the confines of secrecy, letting up on her own freedom and happiness that came with many suitors, only to stay by his side, to support him from the corners of his heart, reminding him of his worth and value- after all he was nothing but a boy who was just lovesick.

"I love you, Joong." her words echoed within the cold corridors of his heart, filling them with her warmth as he nodded, humming in approval, sniffing quietly, trying not to breakdown at the feeling of her fingers tracing his arm, both laying in the dark, in the cold, in the silence of the night. Knowing that tomorrow they will be mere strangers, one leaving the room before the other, only to meet whenever he is able to slip away from work, sneaking away from the prying eyes, trying to hold onto whatever form of personal life and relationships he still had the blessing of calling his own, of calling her his own, because no matter what Kim Hongjong went through, the self-doubts, the isolation, the pressure, the anxiety and stress, he was sure of one thing- that at the end of the day when the world chose only to see him as the celebrity he was, she saw him for who he was, for who he could be without feeling the pressure suffocate him, pulling him back to the surface and into her arms.

"I love you."

Taglist: @edenesth @yessa-vie @marsvillee @the-cereal-simp @mlysalt @spooo00oky

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star-going-supernova · 6 months

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I’m not really sure how to word this? Here’s a prompt for you I guess? Gregory would 100% take a photo in front of his missing poster smiling with a peace sign. Also I think he’s just the type of gremlin to take one of them for himself much to everyone’s exasperation.

Tumblr generated prompt number 4, here we go! Gregory and Cassie are both in their late teens here, in their first year of college. This is pretty slice-of-life-y with no clear connection to any AU other than a generally happy one.

title is a play on the saying “not all who wander are lost”

Not All Who Have Missing Posters are Lost

Gregory pulled out his phone and opened the camera app. Leaning against the telephone pole, he threw up a peace sign and grinned. Satisfied with the picture, he sent it to the group chat.

Gregory

image_attachment.87265032 lol good times :)

He stowed his phone in his pocket, mentally counting down until it started blowing up with messages. Then he carefully tore the missing poster bearing his face—albeit his much younger face—off the pole and tucked it into his laptop bag.

He walked the rest of the way to the bus stop, letting his phone vibrate every few seconds, and only once he’d sat down did he pull it back out, snickering as he read through the small backlog.

Cassie

XD you’re still finding those??

Vanessa

oh my gosh pull it down pull it down we do NOT need a repeat of two years ago

Roxy

who was even looking for you, lol

Freddy

Roxy! Do not be rude!

Cassie

you look so young. so innocent.

Roxy

yeah but we know better ah dang it, i can feel fazbear’s disapproval from across the plex

Bonnie

You were such a cute kid! Look at those cheeks!

Vanessa

seriously, though, what part of town is that? if there’s one, there might be more

Chica

Oooh! Congrats on adding another to your collection :)

Monty

lol nice

Freddy

Are you on your way home, superstar?

Roxy

wee woo, dad alert! you know the rules, no sappiness in the group chat, fazbear

Freddy

What was sappy about that?

Cassie

if nicknames count, Roxy, you’ll have to start calling me by my name now

Roxy

… fiiiine, i take it back

Gregory

XD yes, Ness, I tore it down, and it was on Reed St, but it looked like some other posters had been taken off recently, exposing this one, so i don’t think it’s a widespread issue yes, Dad, I’m on my way back. just got on the bus, should be there in 10 mins

He stayed on his phone for the rest of the ride, confirming their plans for dinner later. Cassie had finished her final exams the day before, so she’d already been by the pizzaplex to say hi to everyone.

The bus dropped him off just down the street from the pizzaplex, and though early December was chilly, he enjoyed the bite in the air. There’d be snow soon, he was sure, and he was looking forward to some lazy days with a mug of hot chocolate and a warm blanket.

Gregory’s first semester of college had been awesome, but he was happy to be home, and even happier to find Freddy waiting inside the side entrance that Gregory favored. He stepped forward into his adoptive dad’s arms, marveling yet again that he was taller than Freddy’s shoulders these days.

“Welcome home, Gregory,” Freddy said softly.

“I missed you,” Gregory told him, holding on tight. He sighed contentedly, the remaining stress from exams draining away.

“Your winter break lasts a month and a half, correct?”

“Mhm. And I plan on staying here for all of it.”

“Good. The others have been looking forward to your return.”

Gregory pulled back and unzipped his coat. “Just the others?” he teased.

Freddy cleared his throat, which was as good a sign as any of his sheepishness (he’d probably been beside himself with excitement), and followed after Gregory as they descended into the basement, where Gregory had commandeered several rooms for his own use years ago. Vanessa had offered him a room in her house, but he’d politely declined, though he’d slept over there many times over the years. He was just too attached to the pizzaplex and its inhabitants, and also his independence.

After popping into his bedroom to drop off his bags and coat, he quickly went into his workroom. It held his desk and bookshelves and the different personal projects he’d tinkered with over the years, and it also held his wall of missing posters.

Freddy chuckled from the doorway as Gregory used sticky-tack to affix it into an empty space. It was almost like wallpaper, over two dozen posters with slight variations plastered edge to edge. Some were black and white, some were in color, and there was a variety of childhood pictures used among them. His favorite was one that misspelled his name as Gegory. That one was carefully framed. His second favorite, also framed, was a homemade wanted poster that Cassie given him for his fourteenth birthday.

Gregory stepped back and surveyed his wall with his hands on his hips. “Perfect,” he said, pleased.

“If you are satisfied,” Freddy said, “then we should go meet the others. Bonnie and Chica are relentlessly spamming me with frowny faces because I am ‘hogging you.’”

“Tell them it’s your dad rights,” Gregory said, even as he bounded from the room, eager to reunite with the rest of his family. “Is Vanessa around? Is she still the junior location manager, or did they promote her again?”

“She has been fending off a promotion for two weeks now. They reached a stalemate yesterday when she threatened to quit.”

“They always fall for that,” Gregory snickered. “As if this is the time she’s gonna pack her bags, psh.”

“They have been getting faster about calling her bluff,” Freddy mused wryly.

They got in an elevator, and as they went up, they listened to the awful elevator music that hadn’t changed since Gregory was ten years old and running around the pizzaplex for the first time.

“I am glad you are back,” Freddy said after a few moments. “I know you need to go and experience the world, and I would never want to hold you back from that. But I hope you know you will always have a home here, with us.”

Gregory shuffled sideways to be tucked into Freddy’s side. “Aw, Dad. No matter how far I go or how long I’m gone, I promise—I’ll always come back. No one’s gonna need missing posters for me again.”

#i answered a thing #anonymous #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #fnaf ruin #star's stories #life and times of star

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absolutebl · 1 year

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This Week in BL

Nov 2022 Wk 3

Being a highly subjective assessment of one tiny corner of the interwebs. Organized by which ones (in each category) I’m enjoying the most.

Ongoing Series - Thai

Between Us (Sun iQIYI) 2 of 12 - an even better kiss this ep and some background on how both of them are broken and need each other, this is popcorn worthy melodrama, keep it up. WATCH ALONG HERE.

Big Dragon (Sat Gaga) 7 of 8 - musical montage boyfriends date for most of this ep. I’m not mad about it. Like a 50 min OnlyOneOf MV. Poor P9! I think I finally realized why I like this couple so much, they remind me (when they are at their best) a little bit of We Best Love. Oh do we have a Kdrama separation coming in the final ep? Please no.

Ai Long Nhai (Mon iQIYI) 8 of 10 - Nhai’s dad is pretty awesome, and I don’t mind that we had all this time with him and Ai chatting. Tiny concert full of crumbs, but blessed no actual singing! And the nothing continues to happen, and it continues to be shirtless. So I’m happy.

Ghost Host, Ghost House (Weds YouTube) 7 of 8 - Even in a ghost story, if it’s Thailand we’ve got to go to the beach and frolic. Use of I/you pronouns is super interesting and cute. I think what I like the most about these two is that they are so easily and casually boyfriends.

Remember Me (Sun Gaga) 6 of 12 - LeoFiat are still the only thread that interests me, coincidentally they’re getting all the old school tropes too. Bus trip, earbud sharing, shoulder sleeping and everything.

I Will Knock You (Fri Gaga) 1 of 12 - This definitely has all the markers of a bully romance, not my personal favorite. SOTUS not withstanding. This can go into BohnDuen territory a bit too much for me. So far I don’t dislike this show, but I don’t like it either and it’s definitely one of those I wish I had the 10 second fast forward button on.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

My Tooth Your Love (Taiwan Fri Viki) 7 of 12 - Enter the faen fatal and anxiety baby is jelly - doesn't look as good on him as it does on our dentist. But HOW does he still not realize how hard he is being flirted with? I take that back, this isn’t flirting, this is courting. Like ritual old-fashioned gentlemanly marriage-in-mind how many crowns do you want in exchange level courting. I can’t believe it’s gonna be over month before this show finishes. I’m tense now.

Eternal Yesterday AKA Eien no Kino (Japan Thurs Gaga) 5 of 8 - This thing that Japan keeps doing with gay teachers killing themselves is not exciting to me. I really love how Michan is like “look after your own damn boyfriend and stop dragging mine onto ledges”... stupid teacher drama. But oh my goodness is this show achingly sad. This prevailing wistfulness between our leads about the future that they know they will never get to have. The way Michan is constantly listening and feeling for his Koichi’s heartbeat for a reassurance that is never going to come. The way he is reconciling himself with his own loneliness and returning to that solitary state, because he will never find a soulmate like Koichi again. It’s an aching extended wistful dry-eyed kind of yearning and pain. The counteraction to how good Japan is a thirst. This show is going to break my heart. In fact, it already has.

Choco Milk Shake (Korea Strongberry Tues YT) 5-6 of 10 - It’s Strongberry so the blind date is with the boy. Yay! No bones about it (no boning either but hey-ho). Really this is a show about connection and loneliness, it’s kind of gut wrenching for something so silly. I got to say it, because no one else will, but how is uncle’s business staying in business? I’ve never seen a single customer.

Kabe Koji (Japan Mon Viki) 7 of 10 - The date was RIDICULOUS - couple’s keychains and everything. Gah. These two are too much. And then the classic penultimate ep of doom.

It’s Airing But I’m Not Watching It

War of Y (Thai Gaga) 20 eps - it’s just all too much for me.

My Roommate (Thai YT) 32 eps of 2 minutes each + terrible production values? - I’m not bothering.

Fahlanruk (Thai Sun GaGa) 12 eps - I cut my losses at ep 5. DNF

To Sir With Love AKA Khun Chai 16 eps - could be sad v worried

2 Moons 3 (Thai Mon ??) 10 eps - Possibly a future binge watch. Rumor is it’s banal.

SELF (Thai Thurs YT) - DNF

Love Bill (Vietnam Sat YT) - Bah Vinh is back but I’m too distracted. Also there’s a lot of fund raising and stuff going on. I’ll wait and binge.

In Case You Missed It

I did a post on all of Strongberry’s offerings.

Restart After Coming Back Home (formerly Restart After Come Back Home) is now available on Gaga! Go and watch it, it’s wonderful. Now they just have to get Seven Days and my life will be complete and my subscription love for them eternal.

OnlyOneOf is really doing a BL.

I did my GMMTV 2023 predictions.

TutorYim (Cutie Pie crumbs) have been cast as the new leads in Middle Love (formerly Jimmy Tommy).

I think this is a really good choice, actually.

GAP the series (Sat YT) 1 of 12 has started, office set GL. WATCH IT! GL and this studio needs our support! (Also, the stairs are back!)

Coming to Viki: Love in the Air, ITSAY & IPYTM, Remember Me, and 2 new KBLs: The New Employee & Happy Ending Romance.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Starting this week:

Nov 24: Happy Ending Romance (Korea Thurs Gaga) 8 - stars Karam (The Boss), Ha Jong Woo, and Leo (VIXX). Formerly Happy Ending Outside the Fence - thank fuck they changed the damn title.

Nov 26: 609 Bedtime Story (Thai Sat WeTV) 11 - another OhmFluke vehicle that’s rumored to be a good story. A one night stand leads to a series of mysterious premonitions and a possible parallel universe.

Nov 2022 still to come?

Nov ??: My School President (?? GMMTV YT) tester trailer here - it’s Love Sick + Korea & Japan's influence.

This week’s earworm: Hello Hello FT Island, doing the blog post about Kdrama actors who’d never do BL made me think about Lee Hong Ki, which made me go back to their back catalogue. I forgot how fucking killer they are.

(last week)

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Tbf, I think that the council should have told Obi-Wan they were putting Anakin in the creche first regardless of whether Obi-Wan was stubborn about it or not. Like the kid is still getting trained, you'll still get to be his master, but both of you get to take a breather for a few years. Low stakes interactions where Obi-Wan visits him but they're not being force to cohabitate and could heal a bit before Obi-Wan is tasked with the health and safety of a tiny child. Getting thrown smack into a padawan-ship was probably pretty isolating too, and Anakin was a social butterfly with a lot of friends on Tatooine so he was probably lonely and I bet the other kids were unsure what do to with him, another thing the creche would have fixed. Plus Palpatine probably couldn't request an initiate come visit with him, especially without supervision, the same way he could a padawan. So Anakin at least could have a few years to get his bearings without poison spilling into his brain. I'm not even entirely sure why they didn't, unless maybe Obi-Wan was threatening to leave or something?

Actually, thinking about it, I think I'm going to put most of the blame on this entire mess on the council. As much as I like them, they seriously dropped the ball. Qui-Gon failed to explain his intentions, but before that he did explain that they found Anakin, a very powerful force sensitive child, in the same town as someone who he believed was a sith but who was clearly at the very least a darksider, who also attacked them as they tried to leave with Anakin. Regardless of any reservations about Anakin's age, that's a direct threat to Anakin's safety, and they had no way to know that Maul wasn't directly targeting Anakin for recruitment. Qui-Gon shouldn't have had to say he'd train Anakin to try to force their hand, they should have just said they'd train Anakin, if only for his protection. Heck, at the very, very least they shouldn't have let Anakin leave the temple at all until they could be sure Maul hadn't followed them and a proper relocation effort could be made. So many things could have gone better if everyone had just simmered down and took the time to actually think things through right at the start of it all. 😩

You are so right, anon, I'm clapping during all of this ✨

Honestly the introduction of Anakin to the Jedi is one of the - many - canon events that I don't even know what to do with. Like. like. I write Shisui-centric, I know something about having to rationalize the ridiculously bad (his eye went WHERE), but the whole attitude of the Jedi council to Anakin is just.... 🤦🤷

I'm pro Jedi, I'm very much in the camp of Love Is Not Attachment etc when it comes to the Jedi mandate etc, but Christ alive why the heck don't they wanna take in an ex slave, let alone one as strong as Anakin. Ohhhh his future is clouded. HE WAS A SLAVE FIVE MINUTES AGO. the jedi are supposed to be freeing people and shit... Let's enfranchise the little tyke?! Vaccinations, a health check, THERAPY-! Ohhhh a powerful darksider just happened to find you 10 mins after you found this kid with the force sensitivity of a nuke? COINCIDENCE, TOSS HIM ON THE NEXT BUS SHUTTLE.

I think maturity is really when you can call your favs out without getting butt hurt. I love the Jedi. This scene with the council? So stupid it hurts.

Qui-Gon: this child has no father so must be the prophesized Chosen One!

What Mace should've said: idgaf about your astrology shit, space monks look after all who need them, get this kid a juice box and a doctor

#torship #torship talks #ask #anon #star wars #qui gon #obi wan #mace windu #anakin

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scoopsgf · 1 year

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what are the most literati taylor swift songs?

OH okay please allow me a moment to review her entire discography

from midnights i would say: question (did you leave her house [aka town] in the middle of the night? / did you wish you’d put up more of a fight?), midnight rain (though i would invert it so like: [she] wanted it comfortable, i wanted that pain / all of me changed like midnight rain), you’re on your own, kid (FROM SPRINKLER SPLASHES TO FIREPLACE ASHES / I WAITED AGES TO SEE YOU THERE / I SEARCHED THE PARTY OF BETTER BODIES JUST TO LEARN THAT YOU NEVER CARED!!!! YOU’RE ON YOUR OWN KID!!! YOU ALWAYS HAVE BEEN!!!!). from evermore i just can’t help associating ’tis the damn season w them (esp bc of @georgianadarcies’s fic) like. the idea of them as adults returning to stars hollow and having a FWB relationship because they are fucking idiots. only to realize they’re both still hung up on each other. still in love. what the fuck. also happiness (there’ll be happiness after you / but there was happiness because of you, too / both of these things can be true), right where you left me (matches burn after the other / pages turn and stick to each other / wages earned and lessons learned / but i, i’m right where you left me … everybody moved on … they expected me to find somewhere / some perspective, but i sat and stared… you left me no choice but to stay here forever) like JESUS CHRIST. also coney island bc of reckless abandon (i’m sitting on a bench in coney island wonderin’ where did my baby go ….). from folklore there are so many like that album was made for them i s2g. betty (i’m only 17, i don’t know anything / but i know i miss you), the 1 (i thought i saw you at the bus stop, i didn’t though … i guess you never know, never know / and if you wanted me, you really should’ve showed / and if you never bleed, you’re never gonna grow / and it’s alright now … and if my wishes came true / it would’ve been you … i have this dream you’re doing cool shit / having adventures on your own / you meet some woman on the internet and take her home … and it would’ve been sweet / if it could’ve been me) like are you absolutely SHITTING ME the whole song is them and their break up from rory’s perspective and just. the passage of time. her wondering about him and imagining him with other girls and thinking of him as her One but it didn’t work out. i am throwing up. then we have this is me trying which is sooooo jess mariano coded (I’ve been having a hard time adjusting / had the shiniest wheels, now they’re rusting / i didn’t know if you’d care if I came back / i have a lot of regrets about that / pulled the car off the road to the lookout / could’ve followed my fears all the way down / and maybe I don’t quite know what to say / but I’m HERE IN YOUR DOORWAY!!!! … they told me all of my cages were mental / so I got wasted like all my potential / and my words shoot to KILL when I’m mad / i have a lot of regrets about that … I WAS SO AHEAD OF THR CURVE THE CURVE BECAME A SPHERE / FELL BEHIND ON MY CLASSMATES AND I ENDED UP HERE!!!!! … AND ITS HARD TO BE AT A PARTY WHEN I FEEL LIKE AN OPEN WOUND / ITS HARD TO BE ANYWHERE THESE DAYS WHEN ALL I WANT IS YOU / YOU’RE A FLASHBACK IN A FILM REEL ON THE ONE SCREEN IN MY OWN). im throwing up like what the FUCK. you cannot convince me that this song is not about him. anyway there are more off of other albums, like atw 10 min version on red tv—but that one is less them from a narrative standpoint and it’s more about. idk the lament-y vibes.

#asks #onurownkidd #literati #gilmore girls #taylor swift #ILY FOR THIS IT WAS FUN

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alexin-wonderlust · 23 days

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Day 6 - Japan Blog - 12 February 2024 Snow Monkeys and Karaoke

We had to be up super early today because we are going on a tour to see SNOW!! This desert babe has never seen snow (in its pure form, only from a snow machine... and thats NOT FAIR!!) so Im going to find some today. Still feeling sick as a dog, but I loaded up on the warm lemon/honey beverages. Theyre SO GOOD! My throat is happy. The bus tour takes us to Nagano. First we stopped at a restaurant for our "Beef Sukiyaki" meal. It was very -- push you here, take you there. Kind of tour. It wasnt very friendly or fun. It was just business... Sigh. Beer Sukiyaki was yum! We bought some regional snacks to enhoy while we are on the bus -- because Ive done these things before and being without snacks is the WORST! The guy behind us passed out because it was super hot on the bus and no fresh air. Oops! When we got to the Snow Monkey Park (Jidokundani Yaen Koen) there was a trek to be done -- and yes! SNOW!! I was actually quite scared I wouldnt be able to do the hike because Im so shit at hiking. Ben wore his new boots which caused him issues, and I feel on my butt at the end -- but it was doable. About 45 mins to the top and then another 10/15 mins to get to the onsen. I accidentally saw a Japanese dudes penis, because he was in the hotel onsen on site and he was just WALKING AROUND NAKED. You know, normal things at a tourist sight. I made a joke about this to the lady when she said there were men bathing "I thought we werent allowed to bring food -- this guy here with his MEAT hanging out" she giggled because Im an idiot. The monkeys are hilarious and cute and weird. There is a lot of drama going on with them, and screaming and chasing around the snow. But they literally just hang out in the natural hot springs and dont really care about the 100 people taking their photos. They also have a live stream too! https://www.jigokudani-yaenkoen.co.jp/livecam2/video_en.php After only being with the monkeys for about 20 mins, we were bussed to another "tourist trap" location with no food, but instead "snow igloos" where we got a beer and walked across the road instead to play in the fluffy snow. There was one stop on the way back to a roadhouse type place which had food, souveniers, a convenience store, local produce and dagashi to take home as gifts. We got burgers and other snacks to keep us going back to shinjuku.

And since we are already here; Shinjuku again. I needed something for my tattoo, so we went to Donki for a shop, and then found a karaoke place with food and drinks. (Instead of going to a bar...!) The food was dismal and the karaoke was terrible but it made for a fun experience. If you were there with a group of people, it would be awesome.

#japan #japan travel #alexinwonderlust #travel #japan february 2024 #snow monkeys #nagano #shinjuku #bennyandthelex #travel blog #snow monkey #japanese snow monkey #snow monkey japan #snow monkey onsen #jidokudani #shibuya #tokyo #karaoke #jidokudani yaen koen

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spicyvampire · 2 months

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Sometimes you really fall on bus drivers that are just a different breed, I take this bus almost every morning at the same time with virtually the same people, this kid missed a light to get to the bus stop, and the bus was there before time and I was just like hey can you maybe wait a sec for the light to change there is someone making signs this way I think they are trying to get the bus to wait? And and he was like "hi. Ma'am. I might. Thank you." Like okay do we need to do all that at 7am. do we. You are there BEFORE time. This is a child going to school. They are taking the goddamn metro after this. Do you really gotta make them wait 10 mins in the cold and while it's snowing cuz they missed a light?? They are right there you can SEE them. Come the fuck on

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binkszamsstuff · 2 years

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Never one to stay

Part one the series the reflection crouse.

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The fatigue and pain that seared through her was worsing by the day. "Mom! Have you seen my backpack?!" Tilly called from upstairs.

"Its by the front door! Come one you're going to miss the bus." Y/n called back to her daughter seconds later the brown haired little girl came barreling down the steps. The two walked out the door and waited for the bus to come and when it did the mother and daughter said their goodbyes and have a days.

Y/n barnes was the mother to 10 year old Tilly nicole barnes and wife to james 'call me Bucky' barnes. The little family lived in small town 30 mins out from the city, on sundays the three would walk their dog spaghetti *tilly named her when she was 2 and the name fit the clumsy dog* and played with their cat alpine who acted like she hated the dumb dog but secretly loved her when no one was looking. Bucky and y/n had been madly in love since high school and they spent all the time they could together.

The family seemed to be picture perfect. Y/n was cleaning up the kitchen from the busy breakfast the family had when in the corner of her eyes she started to see white spots. Her balance was going away the white spots turned black and then she fall unconscious.

Hours later bucky got a call from the school saying that Tilly was still there and no one had come to pick her up. Bucky confused and worried, everyday after working in the clothing shop you owned you would go pick up Tilly and take her to her tutor. He left work and made his way to tilly's school, as he drove he called you endlessly and no answer.

When his confused daughter got in the car he had no answers for her as to way this was happening. He quickly dropped Tilly off and rushed home, bucky had an unsettling feeling screaming at him to move and to find you.

Pulling into the drive way carelessly and sprinting into the house. "Y/n! Honey are you home?!" He yelled walking through the house but then he stopped dead in his tracks. There you laid unconscious on the kitchen floor. Bucky bent down trying to shake you awake but nothing was happening tears running down his face and his scream caused the neighbors to come outside.

He picked you up running outside putting you in the backseat and speeding to the hospital. Running all the red lights him trying to talk to you all the way begging god you were okay.

He was never a religious man but now here he was praying to any higher power to not take his wife, his joy, his soul mate. He had been in love with since sophomore year of high school when you had just had moved into his town. He was tasked with the job of showing you where your classes were and the second he saw you standing the middle of the school office he knew.

Pulling into the parking lot again carelessly parking the car he ran Into the E.R with you in his hands "help!! My wife, she won't wake up" that snapped all peoples attention nurses and doctors running at him with a gruene.

After rushing you away a nurse came up to him "sir will you tell us what happened? And you and your wife's names please?" He filled out all the paperwork and then called his friend wanda asking her if she could pick Tilly and then explaining what has happened.

Hours pasted and still no sign as to what was happening they wouldnt let him back there to see and the testes kept coming back blank until at 11:43 pm the doctors with sad faces came out to tell the news.

"Mr. Barnes your wife is alive and conscious...but we have some bad news. When we were running x-rays we found a tumor in her brain." Buckys face went pale

"Can you remove it?" Bucky asked the doctor shock his head while talking.

"No we can not, the tumor is quite big and its curling around brain if we went into remove it that would mean that she would die instantly." Bucky anger rose.

"So what she going die and theres not one way you can save her!?" He yelled making people look at him in sympathy.

"Sir if we tired she would die the moment we would start to cut it out, she was three months at most it's hard to really tell about these things. I-im so sorry Mr. barnes" then the doctor walked away leaving bucky in a mess of mentions, what your life, how would he live without you? How would he tell Tilly? How was his little girl going to take the news that her mother dying right before her own eyes?

Bucky walked as tears streamed down his face when he made it your room you were still crying too. Bucky and you only made eye contact but no words were spoken. He claimed Into your hospital bed with you and the two of you sobbed together holding eachother as tight as you could.

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dessoleill · 2 years

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Back when wanting was enough.

You’d met him on the last days of summer.

Those days were long and warm and most of them blurred together into a single mush of practicing sessions and excruciating hours locked inside a studio. But you were young and your dreams then seemed far more important than the pain tugging at your muscles.

He’d walked into the crowded room and, like a magnet, everyone’s eyes fell on him. You remember he was kind, he was warm. He’d opened the door, gummy smile and all, holding plastic bags with bottles of soft drinks and sweets that he’d passed around the room. And then his eyes fell on you, lingered slightly over your face and you felt blood rush to your face. He smirked.

“So what are we doing today?” He’d said.

You saw him again a couple days after.

That summer had been particularly wet but the rain had usually waited until after midnight before pounding down. That day had been an exception and you’d ran as fast as possible that night to catch your bus but the rain was too hard and your legs were strained enough from dancing. You’d been huddled under a small ledge, hoping for the rain to pass soon when you spotted him. Yoongi.

He was wearing white and, at the time, his hair had been dyed blonde. Under the streetlights and with your vision distorted by raindrops he’d looked almost like a vision.

He’d been cowering from the rain as well when his eyes landed on you for a second time. You thought maybe you heard him chuckle but the rain was too loud and your heart was pounding so hard inside your chest from running (only from running, you swear) that you could hear it so it’s not so clear. Either way he walked closer to you and you moved a little to make room for him underneath the ledge.

Both of you were silent for a bit, not that you could talk much anyway, but you felt him stand next to you. You sensed his warmth as your shoulder brushed his arm. You’d been so close you had been able to smell his cologne mixed with a bittersweet smell that you would eventually come to know were cigarettes.

“How are you getting home?” He’d asked, once the rain had quieted down a bit.

“What?” Your whole body was tense even your finger tips had begun to hurt. For the whole time you’d spent together hiding from the rain you felt as if trying to box yourself into a smaller frame so as to not disturb him, touch him. How could you? He was Min Yoongi and you were barely even a trainee.

“It’s late and I’m pretty sure the last bus left about 10 minutes ago,” he turned to you and you felt the weight of his eyes on you. Suddenly you remembered you were drenched and while the air around you was still warm, you shivered.

“I-“ you cleared your throat. “I’ll take a taxi, I guess.” You cringed. A taxi was a luxury. A mere twenty minute ride that would cost you two weeks of your parents’ allowance.

You guess maybe he knew, (he’d been a trainee once of course he knew) but maybe he noticed how your hands tightened around the strap of your gym bag as if the idea made you shiver. He looked around and brushed his wet hair away from his eyes.

“My car is parked inside the building,” he pointed toward the direction of your agency. “I’ll give you a ride.”

Again, blood flushed to your face and you couldn’t help but blurt out a very loud “No!” That even he eyed curiously.

“I mean,” you stuttered. “I mean, I couldn’t. Really… I’ll just, call a taxi or something, you must be busy…”

He chuckled softly. “I’m not,” he started walking and mindlessly so did you, following him. “I’m having issues with a song. I can’t quite get this lyric right and it’s driving me insane.”

“A lyric?”

He started rummaging inside the pockets of his shorts as he nodded, “yeah. Love song,” he’d said almost mockingly as he pulled out a face mask. “I’m not really in the love-song mood lately.”

He handed you the mask and motioned for you to put it on. But you didn’t move, confused. He sighed softly before taking the mask into his hands and adjusting it to your face, his fingers softly touching your hair as he adjusted the elastics to your ears.

“Precaution,” he’d said and taken out a mask for himself.

That night, he’d opened the door to his car and taken your gym bag from your shoulder, throwing it on the backseat. He’d motioned for the seatbelt as you sat, suddenly aware of how wet your clothes actually were. He’d been quiet as he reversed out of his parking spot and into the softly illuminated Seoul streets.

One hand on the steering wheel, the other in his phone scrolling at whatever (it’d been music). And even when a song started playing quietly, you couldn’t bear the silence between you.

“What are you in the mood for, then?” You asked.

“What?” He seemed playful and you chucked.

“Songwriting,”

He went serious and you wondered if maybe you’d said something wrong. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to talk about work. Maybe you were being nosy. So many scenarios played through your head before he said:

“Revenge.”

“How dramatic,” you blurted but hey, he was smiling again and the weight inside your chest suddenly wasn’t as heavy.

He’d found you amusing. Now it felt as amusing as one would look at a baby as he crawled around a room. But back then, that summer night as he drove you home, it’d felt like he saw you.

Nobody had to know.

You and Yoongi fell onto a routine shortly after. As summer turned to autumn he’d find you practicing inside a training room and lock the door. He never did anything, he just went in and sat on the floor watching you. Sometimes he’d bring in his laptop, other times he’d just crawl on the floor and lay down, sweating and exhausted.

Summer had been brutal on you but autumn had felt worse. Dancing sessions weren’t as long, as your manager decided to focus on your singing instead of your dancing. You’d still not been partnered with anyone and, for the most part, it had felt as if they were either considering you for a solo or counting the days before terminating your training. The anxiety inside your chest would bottle up until you found yourself throwing up your lunch or struggling for air.

He’d found you like that once.

A specific dancing routine had taken its toll on you. Your body didn’t move as seamlessly as did the others’ and your trainers’ yells echoed inside your brain. You weren’t as coordinated, you were slow, you were a failure, and suddenly the room started growing small. You were inside a cage, the walls were shrinking and your lungs were collapsing.

You fell onto the floor, the lights above you were only making everything be too much. Too white, too strong. You couldn’t take it.

You didn’t hear him come in but you felt his hands as he took your face. It was hard to have your eyes focus on anything but you heard him, his voice, it felt so far away but it was something that was pulling you back.

“Y/n!” His thumbs brushed away the tears staining your face. “Breathe, breathe.”

But you couldn’t breathe. The air was an unknown substance and your body wouldn’t have it. Maybe he realized it so he stopped commanding you to do it and instead moved his hands to the back of your head. His fingers brushed through your hair, softly tugging at it, massaging your scalp and the motion helped you find your feet again. Your head fell onto his chest as he continued and you stayed like that for what seemed like hours before you could speak again.

“Well that was kind of embarrassing,” you chucked into his shirt.

“I think you drooled on my shirt.” His voice was kind. “It’s Dior.”

“Oh my god!”

He laughed loudly and your insides felt mushy as he did. His hands were still laced in your hair and the scent of him, something between clove cigarettes and tangerine involved you. “You can drool on me whenever,” he whispered into your head and caressed your neck with his thumbs a little more before taking your face into his hands again and making you face him.

Your eyes were puffy, your lips swollen, your cheeks were flushed and Yoongi set his eyes on your lips before clearing his throat.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he pushed you away, standing from the floor.

You stayed there. Silent. You’d done something, that was for sure, but you couldn’t pinpoint it.

“We shouldn’t do this,” he said, positioning himself at the farthest corner, his back to you.

“Do what?”

“This,” he faced you now and his face was stone cold. “The whole routine. You dance for me, you sing for me. I enjoy you. It’s wrong.”

I enjoy you.

“No,” you whispered quietly. Anxiety pooled at your stomach once again and your arms went numb. You fixed your eyes on the floor, unable to move, unable to utter a word.

“It’s dangerous, you know.” He said after a while, walking to you ever so slightly.

Even to this day, you don’t know what possessed you to say the words, but something inside you broke at the idea of Yoongi not looking at you. Not being near you. Not giving advice with your performances and not being there. So you said:

“Nobody has to know.”

Autumn grew colder as you and Yoongi grew closer. His group was starting preparations for a comeback so for days you wouldn’t hear from him. You’d find yourself practicing and your eyes drifting towards the corner where he would usually sit, only to find it empty.

But then, at night, he’d call or text or find you in a darkened closet somewhere in the building and you lost your feet. His hands would cup your face and his lips leave small kisses all over. You could never stay for long and whatever time you did have Yoongi seemed to enjoy it by being near you. He’d ask about your day, your training, while tracing circles on your back or resting his head on your stomach as you fumbled with his (now brown) hair.

One of those days, as both of you spent your breaks inside a lonely training room, he looked at you, serious. You rested your head on his knees as he looked down at you sadly before saying “you’re so young.”

It caught you off guard.

You were young, but you had never really thought about it before. “What are you, ancient?” You tried to joke, frowning suddenly. He smiled and some of that frown went away.

“Next to you, yeah.”

“Oh my god, Yoongi you are only a couple years older.”

“Nine.”

“What?”

“Nine years. You’re eighteen-“

“Almost nineteen,” he rolled his eyes.

“And I’m twenty seven.”

“You behave like a child most of the times,” you were frowning again,

He traced your frown softly, his eyes were focused and you could see how thoughts were forming inside his head. It felt as though he’d say something, and your insides braced at whatever his words could be, but he stayed silent. Instead he snaked his arms around you and pulled you closer, his lips finding yours hungry, almost desperately.

Holiday House.

It was two weeks before Christmas and you got a small break. A week off from practicing, and studios and singing and dancing. Your parents had taken a train south to Busan to visit some relatives and you’d thought you’d spent your time off catching up with old school friends before you saw Yoongi's name (and the several hearts surrounding it) pop up on your screen.

Meet me.

Where?

Outside.

You looked through your window and saw his car parked in the corner. Lights off. You threw a cardigan on and grabbed a face mask before strutting down the steps of your house and into the cold.

You found him dressed in a dark suit and a coat. He looked just like how you thought he always did before whatever it was that you were doing. Polished. Expensive. Mature.

In contrast you were wearing baggy jeans and a pink cardigan. Your hair was braided and you had your glasses on, god, even your socks had Ponyo’s face printed into them. You blushed and hoped you’d been smarter. Worn something prettier.

Yoongi eyed you (socks included) and nodded his head as a greeting.

“Hey,” you breathed out.

“My friends and I are throwing a little party upstate.”

Friends.

“Oh,”

You knew hoping to see Yoongi outside of a studio or training room or broom closet was hard, but you’d let your imagination roam. You’d imagined yourself going to late night screenings and maybe even dinner, you knew other idols did it. But maybe he’d had other plans. Parties upstate and fancy dinners and friends.

“I want you to come.” He said.

“Oh,”

“I know you’re on break and you mentioned your parents being away for a bit. I know it might be hard for them to let you travel but BigHit has a company building around the area and I could have my manager give them a call, say it’s for training…”

“You want me to meet your friends?” Even the words felt foreign in your mouth.

He turned to face you now, and his eyes softened as they did whenever you said something he’d found amusing.

“You know most of them anyway,” his band members.

“Not personally!”

“They’re nice. They’ve heard about you and, I mean, I think it’d be nice to not have to hide around the agency all the time. You could come over, I can make you dinner.”

The whole world seemed to disappear and you felt as if you were free falling. You blushed and smiled and the whole world felt electrified. If life were a cartoon you’d be surrounded by big, red hearts. The whole world would be bright red.

“Will you come?”

All you could do was nod eagerly.

Preparations for your Upstate Escape happened fast. Yoongi had his manager call your parents and explain a whole ordeal about a short training opportunity with top producers. You could hear your mother’s excited screams and you felt ashamed. In a way, maybe you weren’t lying. You would be surrounded by producers and famous people, Yoongi had mentioned the name of some of his friends and you felt yourself grow smaller. But even if you did feel shame for lying, all of it was eclipsed by the possibility to spend a whole week with him.

Turned out that Namjoon (their names still sounded bizarre inside your mouth, but Yoongi encouraged you to speak informally) had a small property on the outskirts of Seoul. A big summer house, Yoongi said.

“Bunch of trees and nature and even a small river. We spend the holidays there sometimes.”

And the “little party upstate” was a fancy dinner where all of the members and their friends would be. You tried to prepare yourself. Your mom had given you some extra money, for the holidays, and you scoured your house looking for any extra penny. You bought yourself some makeup, dark lipstick (that was a grown up thing, right?) and a tight black dress.

Yoongi’s words still lingered inside your head. You were young. Younger than him and younger than most of them but, at least that night, you could pretend. Nineteen wasn’t so far away from twenty anyway.

The party was supposed to be held on Friday but you and Yoongi arrived on Wednesday. He’d rented a small cottage not far from Namjoon’s place and you found yourself looking around in awe as you walked inside.

It smelt of rich wood and something sweeter, spicier, like tea. The ceilings were high and the furniture was a mixture between dark reds and browns and olive. There were thick carpets covering the wooden floors and fluffy blankets thrown casually over the big sofas. Yoongi caught you looking at the fireplace before walking to you and snaking his arms around you, his head falling on top of your head.

“Do you like it?”

You turned to face him, his arms drawing you nearer as you placed a soft kiss on his nose. “It’s the prettiest place I’ve seen.”

He smiled, that smile you loved the most. Wide and gummy and where he looked so much younger.

“You come here often?”

“I used to,” he said, separating himself from you and suddenly you felt cold where his body had been.

You’d spent that day, and the next one, doing absolutely nothing but you had never been happier. You’d spent two days playing board games, watching his favorite moves, baking muffins that were always over cooked or raw at the center, or with him napping between your legs as you scrolled through social media.

Post after post of happy couples flooded your phone and you felt a bitter taste in your tongue. You couldn’t show the world how happy you were. There were dozens of photographs of Yoongi being silly, whipped cream across his face, sleeping, composing, playing the piano, even a couple pictures of both of you. But you remembered how, after each of those had been taken, he’d said “keep it private” and suddenly the bliss dissipated.

The sadness didn’t last long, though. Yoongi noticed that you had stopped playing with his hair and his face shot up to see you, frowning. He glanced at your phone, a cute photograph of an old highschool friend with his girlfriend, drinking hot chocolate somewhere pretty and he understood.

He looked at you and sighed, standing up a little.

“You deserve better,” he said, still looking at the photo.

You locked your phone and threw it underneath you, taking his face in your hand. “Hey,” you said softly and he leaned into your touch, “don’t say that,”

“You deserve that. Dates somewhere pretty, not hiding in a cottage somewhere. I am not the man you deserve…”

“Yoongi,” your heart was pounding. “I knew this would be hard,” his eyes darkened. “But I always understood the risks. Don’t beat yourself up about it. I accepted this.”

He was silently studying your face before he said “god, sometimes you sound so mature for your age,” before taking you in his arms and kissing you.

You kept me like a secret, but I kept you like an oath.

The following morning you woke up to the sun shining on your face. You felt Yoongi’s body next to you, breathing softly and you turned to see him awake. Looking at you.

“Hey,” he said, his voice dark and raspy. You smiled.

He neared his face to yours and his lips found you in a heartbeat, soft kisses that quickly turned into longer, deeper, desperate kisses. You felt him shift between the covers and positioned himself on top of you and suddenly your hands were tugging at his back, his tongue was leaving wet marks down your neck, on your chest. You shivered and gasped as his hand curled strongly on one of your legs. He looked up, his eyes were darker, cheeks flushed and his hair disheveled from where you’d pulled as he sucked on the right spots.

He let go of your leg and left butterfly kisses up your neck and in your face. You were nervous, shaking, but Yoongi was there and his eyes reassured you and suddenly all you knew was that you wanted him.

You tugged on his neck and kissed him, deeply, your tongue naively trying to find a rhythm with his and suddenly the kiss turned deeper, his hands snaked your body, is body had angled with yours and as he trailed down your neck again you moaned and he seemed to lose his mind.

He gripped the pillow hard, knuckles white and he turned to face you and asked “are you sure?”

You nodded, your fingers shyly tugging at his shirt. It was all it took. He straightened and threw his shirt across the room, suddenly his skin was on yours and you swore you’d never seen someone so beautiful.

He was slow and kind and with every moan that escaped your lips he turned more confident. And even when anxiety took a hold of you, he stopped and caressed you, leaving kisses everywhere, your shoulders, your chest, your stomach, your thighs. You whispered his name like an oath, feeling pleasure and pain build up around you.

Yoongi, Yoongi, Yoongi.

You were laying tangled with each other later that morning when his phone rang.

He groaned but turned to the bedside table and you caught a glimpse of who was calling. Taehyung.

He gave you a soft kiss on the forehead before standing up and leaving the room.

“Hello?”

You lost track of his conversation as you laid there. Your legs were a little sore but something inside you felt blissful. You tried not to be cheesy about it, that was not very mature of you, but a part of you wanted to turn to your phone and text your friend. Gossip about how it had been, how sweet, how caring, how good it was. But you shut the thought down. He’d be disappointed if you did. But as you fantasized of how he’d taken you in his arms, a loud whisper got to your ears.

“What the fuck!” You could tell he’d tried to be silent, but Yoongi was upset. “What do you mean he invited-“ the words became harder to hear but you got up, suddenly worried. “He’s such a little asshole. He knows what happened between us.”

You frowned. Between who?

“Yeah, they’re such great friends. And now I have to spend a whole dinner with both of them next to me in the same room.”

Suddenly your limbs went cold.

“Well you can tell him to fuck right off. He just ruined this whole thing for me.”

The first cracks in the glass.

Yoongi had gone colder and more serious as dinner time neared. He’d locked himself inside a room of the house, muttering something about a sample and didn’t leave until later in the afternoon. Whatever bliss and warmth you’d felt from that morning had evaporated. After his phone call he wouldn’t even look in your direction, he’d gone to the bathroom and showered. After that, he’d gone to the kitchen, fixed something fast and locked himself away.

You tried to shrug it off. It’s not like your first time had to be special for him, anyway. Sex wasn’t such a big deal to people like him and you needed to be mature about this. So you ate in silence, paced around the house aimlessly as he was locked away before deciding to get ready for dinner. You weren’t sure whether you were nervous because of dinner or because of Yoongi’s attitude but as you showered, you felt your stomach churn with anxiety. Your hands were shaking as you blow dried your hair and straightened it (your mother always said it made you look so much more elegant) and your lips were sore from all the biting as you put on the pretty burgundy shape you’d bought.

You saw yourself in the mirror but saw someone else looking back. You smiled. That was the point anyway.

As you and Yoongi drove to Namjoon’s house you felt tension so thick you could cut it with a knife. He hadn’t even acknowledged you as he walked out the house and into his car. You noticed how, this time, he didn’t open your door but went straight for the driver's seat and shut it as you walked down the stairs. He still wasn’t looking at you and you wondered if maybe he didn’t like the way you looked. In a desperate attempt, you reached for his hand. As your skin touched his, he seemed to wake up from a trance, suddenly noticing your presence. He looked at you and smiled but turned to the road right away. As you moved your hand away he grabbed it and laced your fingers.

You exhaled.

Things were alright.

The breaking point.

Maybe it was because you were never much of a reader, or a movie watcher, or quite good at keeping up with the news, but as you sat there, Yoongi next to you, you started beating yourself up about it.

Yes, you recognized his band members and yes, they’d been nice. Seokjin had looked at you and smiled widely, touring you across the house as Yoongi went straight to Taehyung and started speaking. He showed you the kitchen and the several pots and pans of things he’d cooked, pointing at all the dishes that were “Yoongi’s favorites”.

He walked you up to Namjoon and Jimin, sitting on the living room sipping red wine. They all smiled in your direction and tried the small talk. How’s training? Do you go to school? Hobbies? But soon enough the things you could talk about with them diminished. Namjoon turned to Hoseok, who’d joined them with an amber drink in hand and started discussing some movie. Jimin stood up and went to receive the newly arriving guests and suddenly you’d been sitting alone on a big, black sofa before Yoongi came and took your hand, making you stand up and guiding you to the dinner table.

Only a couple people had shown up. The seven boys you knew and four other strangers. Four women, all of whom looked to be around their late twenties. All seemed so different to you. The girls walked elegantly and positioned themselves with their heads high, smiling and laughing with so much composure you were sure you were never going to have.

You noticed, as the other boys sat across the table, that they were their partners. Namjoon held a girls hand, caressing her palm. Jimin sat protectively next to another and soon they began having a conversation of their own. Jungkook and Seokjin had partnered with the other two but only Seokjin seemed comfortable enough to touch the girl, engaging in some discussion about some new book that was apparently life changing.

All of them seemed to belong but you stood out like a sore thumb. When asked if you knew the book you smiled shyly and said no. Seokjin and his girlfriend tried their best to have you join the conversation but all they spoke were topics you were unfamiliar with. Wines you’d never tasted, trips abroad you’d never made, even fashion trends you were unfamiliar with, and suddenly, the questions started coming up way less, until you were silently sitting next to Yoongi, who was speaking animatedly with his friends.

It was as if you didn’t exist.

The other girl next to Jungkook started saying something and, as Yoongi quieted down, you reached for his hand again. As you’d done in the car. As you’d done multiple times. You were uncomfortable, you felt dumb, but he was here and all would be fine as soon as his fingers laced with yours.

But as your skin touched his, he seemed to recoil from your touch. You saw him glance at the girl, who smirked before turning to someone and continuing her speech. Yoongi didn’t reach for your hand. He reached for his drink and after taking a sip he positioned the cup further away from you.

That night, something inside you broke.

“You didn’t even look at me,” you said as Yoongi threw the keys onto the counter later that night. Or early morning. The details were foggy now.

“What?”

“The whole evening. I wasn’t even there.”

The look he gave you resembled disgust. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about how I spent the whole night with people I don’t know, all strangers, all older than me, and you couldn’t even acknowledge that I was there.” Your voice was shaking.

“What is wrong with you!” He snapped and you flinched. “My friends were all fucking nice to you. But you just sat there, saying nothing, god, It was uncomfortable!”

Maybe he was right, you thought. Maybe you had made the evening weird, but your blood was boiling and as he walked away into the bedroom you followed, stomping your feet.

“I was surrounded by strangers! You were all talking about shit I’ve never heard before, what did you want me to do?”

“Oh my god, then what? Do we have to narrow down our conversation topics to dancing techniques and the latest Marvel movie or something? Grow the fuck up, Y/N! The world doesn’t revolve around you.”

God, you wanted to shut up. You wanted to keep quiet and apologize because that was the mature thing to do. But instead, you stood straighter and looked him in the eye “I’m not saying it does! But I’m with you and you couldn’t even acknowledge I was in the fucking room! I tried to hold your hand and you shut me down! It was as if you were embarrassed of me or something.”

“Y/N, you are being ridiculous now. I don’t even remember you wanting to hold my hand, all I remember is you sitting like a fucking statue, answering one-syllable words to whatever my friends asked.”

You stood silent. Maybe he was right, maybe it’d been your fault. You were being childish. But as much as you hated it, all you wanted to do was cry. You wanted to curl into bed and cry.

“C’mon,” Yoongi said softly, approaching you. “Don’t cry,” he brought you closer to him and a tear rolled down your face. “I don’t want to fight.”

You hid your face on his chest and tried breathing through your nose to stop the tears. You could hear him mutter “I’m sorry” into your head and leave small kisses. You were touching him now, his familiar warmth and smell next to you. God, you’d been so stupid. You should’ve known, you thought then, that they would talk about grown-up things but things with Yoongi had been so easy, you thought they would be too.

That night, Yoongi helped you out of your dress but, in contrast to what had happened in the morning, that night he left hungry almost rushed and harsh kisses on your skin. He’d tug and bite and lick and sometimes it’d hurt but you welcomed the pain the same way you welcomed him between your legs.

As he laid next to you later, soft rays of sunlight sneaking into the darkened sky, his head facing the other side, you realized you loved him.

Slipped away into a moment in time, because it was never mine.

December turned to January and so did your birthday.

Training had taken up most of your time and Yoongi had been busy with composing and comeback preparations so you had not been able to see much of each other all throughout January. But your birthday was coming up and, as Yoongi had done for Christmas, you opened yourself up and did the risky move.

“Birthday party?” He asked, confused.

You’d sneaked into his studio one late night. You’d rehearsed the whole thing. Two of your closest friends had come up with a small gathering, a dinner like the one Yoongi had invited you. And even when your friends suggested clubbing or something more fun, you still opted for a dinner. He’d feel comfortable there and it would be nice for him to meet your friends, your parents.

“More like a birthday dinner,” you threw in. “Just my closest friends, all of whom are very very private and won’t ever say a word,” you rushed to that detail when you saw his skeptical face. “Please, it’ll be fun.”

Yoongi seemed to be weighing down the invitation and you tried not to let the ideas get to your head. You’d drifted away a little due to your schedules, and he was busy. He’d read your texts but not answer, most of the time you tried calling it would go straight to voicemail. But either way, there was always a good morning text and a “sorry. Studio” to accompany it. Maybe you were being pushy.

But he nodded slowly and the doubts lifted from your mind.

Everything was good.

The moment you knew.

Your 19th birthday came and went and you didn’t hear from Yoongi.

Your friends had made some fancy pasta and even bought some wine you’d never heard of, one of them even baked you a cake, but none of those gestures meant as much as the fact that every time you glanced at the door, it remained closed.

The clock rang nine bells, your friends lit up some candles and you turned 19 without a word from the man you loved.

“Hey kiddo” your father had approached you later that night, as your friends were laughing in the living room. “Is that the look of someone who just turned 19? I remember it to be fun.”

You smiled without meaning it, your eyes glancing at the door subconsciously again.

“I’ll tell you something,” he cleared his throat, noticing where your eyes were headed. “People might be busy, and work is always important, but sometimes there are moments that are worth taking a break for. Your mother hates the bassoon but she always makes time to see me play. I hate gardening but I always go with her to buy plants and whatever else wretched things are needed, because I love her. Your birthday is something to be celebrated, with the people who love you, and, if you ask me, all of them are inside this room, not out there and certainly not keeping you waiting.”

His words felt like punches in your stomach but you knew he was right. You smiled as he kissed your forehead and went to join your friends, your back to the door.

That night, under the covers, your two best friends sleeping soundly next to you, you felt your phone vibrate. You reached for it, your heart heavy as you knew, even without looking, who it was.

Sorry I missed it. 3:49 am

Work was tough. 3:50 am

Meet me for lunch? 4:10 am

You didn’t see Yoongi until a week later.

He’d said something about rehearsals and lunch turned to dinner, turned to breakfast, turned to lunch again for days. You were stretching inside a dancing room one afternoon, a few days after your birthday message, when your phone vibrated and a “meet me. our spot” shone back at you.

You would’ve jumped on the opportunity but your limbs were paralyzed.

You knew what was coming and running from it was better than facing it.

You turned off your phone and threw it at the bottom of your gym bag. That night, you left the agency sore and you thought it fitting that physically you felt as bad as your heart did.

Your phone was still buried inside your bag and as you walked toward the bus stop, you saw a glimpse of a familiar car hidden in the shadows. You walked past it, feeling tears run down your face as you left it behind.

You wear the same jewels that I gave you as you bury me.

He sat in front of you, not next to you as he always did.

His eyes wouldn’t look at you and his leg was shaking nervously. Shinning from his neck was the dainty necklace you gave him what seemed ages ago and, foolishly, you thought maybe everything was fine, You’d thought maybe he’d say something about your hair, your manager had suggested you to try and dye it and, well fuck it, one should always dye our hair when heartbroken.

Your hair was a pretty shade of copper now and you liked it better. You’d uploaded a picture online, the first one in months. He hadn’t seen it and he didn’t see you now. You were once again a stranger.

You couldn’t take it. Rip the bandaid fast, they say. And so you did.

“We haven’t talked much,” you said.

He nodded, his gaze fixed on his shoes.

You waited. He was silent.

“I don’t think we’re happy anymore,”

He nodded again. You curled your fist, hoping to gain some strength, courage, anything.

“It was never going to work,” he said, finally and it felt like a hard blow. He stood up and looked at you, his hand reaching up to tug a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Why?” Maybe it was childish, but you needed to know.

“Maybe, if we had been closer on age, or maybe if we’d met later in life.”

The words made your blood boil and you suppressed a sad chuckle. It all felt too much. Suddenly his smell was too strong, his skin too warm and the feeling of his fingers in your hair was painful.

You looked at him. You didn’t find any warmth in his eyes but, for once, you wondered if maybe the warmth you’d seen before had actually been him or had it maybe been you all along.

He opened his mouth to say something but you left, feeling as if you were peeling your body from his. You left the training room. Left the building.

It was raining outside.

Long story short.

Award season was always weird, but most of all, it was exhausting. You enjoyed the glamour, obviously, the pretty dresses and the tasty dinners, and, of course, receiving an award here and there was not so bad. But every time you reached your apartment you felt as if you’d run three marathons.

Exhaustion was tugging at you that night but you shook it off as people all around you fixed your outfit and retouched your lipstick. You put your earplugs in and took a deep breath, someone handed you a guitar. You’d learnt to play guitar for your new album, your arms and hands now covered in guitar string scars to prove it. You smiled as a curtain opened in front of you and a harsh spotlight hit your eyes,

You could hear clapping and screaming even through your earplugs. You heard the now familiar countdown. The rest of your band came to life, drums first.

Your eyes glanced upon a now familiar face. His hair was darker now, his shoulders broader and he was wearing some dark suit similar to the one you’d seen before, one fatal winter night.

The spotlight was harsh but you could make up his features, his eyes set on you.

You smiled, not at him but at yourself. The screams got louder as you sang the first words.

“I remember it all…”

#Yoongi and Taylor just kinda fit #anyway we hate him here but that’s kind of the point #stream Red tho #Taylor’s version obvi #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi #bangtan yoongi #yoongi drabble #yoongi x y/n #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #bts fic #bts yoongi #yoongi imagine

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whatisgodtoanonbeliever · 2 years

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Ep 9 thots straight from the word document I made at work to organize them

1. Good afternoon, a daily reminder to not just KIDNAP RANDOM CHILDREN

2. Okay so her little pause when she saw Jun Ho – awkwardness after the feelings discussion?

3. THE EYELASH SCENE IS SO EARLY JESUS WE GOING FULL JEALOUS THIS EP I KNOW IT

4. Nothing like choosing violence in court when you’re the defendant

5. Okay I’ll be honest, the stubbornness of this man is annoying me right now, just while in court, work with Woo Young Woo for a bit then deal with the rest later

6. Every dinner scene in that restaurant just kills me; I love them all your honor

7. Jun Ho is immediately over hearing about this man, and at this point in the trial so am I

8. I just love how Woo Young Woo is so ready to put advice into actions. That being said, I too would be a little concerned about the violence of the chair pull out

9. Please tell me he didn’t drug the bus driver

10. Okay but carrying all those backpacks is impressive as someone who is very “I can totally make this in one trip”

11. Okay time to gag Mr. Defendant I would be SCREAMING if I was his lawyer

12. Nothing like the classic “let me do this or so help me” competition for who walks closest to the road

13. And rip Jun Ho he has no clue why this is all happening all of a sudden

14. I understand that there is a very different culture to children being out on their own in Korea (compared to my rural Midwest upbringing), but a loose child buying themselves food at a restaurant after dark stresses me out

15. I did not expect an exposure of some of the side effects on children due to how academies are run and the surrounding achievement at any cost culture, but I’m here for it

16. WOO YOUNG WOO’S FACE DURING THE SLOW-MO CHOI SU YEON WALK

17. Ah the classic “it’s for their future” what good does it do if their present is unbearable

18. If I wasn’t at work rn I would get a screenshot of that shot of Woo Young Woo through the orca’s bent fin, what a cool shot

19. Jung Myeong Seok I could kiss you (this is both in reference to right after the courtroom and in general)

20. Cry about it or leave Kwon Min Woo

21. “So the price of playing as much as I want, is a prison sentence.” All right, I’m giving him points here because that’s a valid concern of how the children will actually perceive this whole course of events

22. “we can use the bus to take the kids to court” is fine in context, but hilarious without

23. Bro Jun Ho is so stressed with all this, thank god he brought it up

24. NO WAY SHE HAULED ASS AFTER EXPLAINING WHY SHE WAS BEING NICE

25. Look, the defendant is right and quite frankly I like his ideology, but damn was hijacking a bus full of children a shit way to go about practicing it

26. Kwon Min Woo, please don’t IMMEDIATELY STEAL HIS FOOD

27. BABY HER SHOCK WHEN HE OFFICIALLY CONFESSED

28. STOP CUTTING AWAY WITH SCENES LIKE THAT I DON’T CARE ABOUT HER MOTHER I’LL BE HONEST. THAT CONFESSION WAS UNCALLED FOR

29. Fucking paparazzi dammit

30. Preview: we really getting into the thick of it now my dudes

#extraordinary attorney woo #ep 9 #spoilers #og #thoughts

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insideintheupsidedown · 1 year

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The New Girl in Hawkins High (Chapter 1)

Sorry for the lame title. It’s my very first stranger things smut series. English is my second language so don’t judge me too much. I might also sound very repetitive and boring, but give me some credit please. If you like it, I will take more and more effort to make it better! Thank you guys, for anything, criticism, compliments, sharing, following, likes, suggestions, in advance!! ❤️Also it might take me awhile but I will make sure to make it as adventurous and as dark and as creepy and as realistic to stranger things, and their characters as possible!

P.S I INCLUDE PICTURES, I don’t know if you’re into it, but I’m sure there are people who are visual just like I am! If not I’m sorry for ruining it for you! 😘

Summary: You’re the new pretty girl in Hawkins high school who happens to be also very smart, you meet lots of interesting students. Some guys will have interest in you, some will want to take advantage, some will want to protect you. And you most definitely will end up in the darkest of adventures.

Creepy!Crazy!EddieMunsonXFeminine!GoodGirl!Reader,

Flirty!SteveHarringtonXReader,

Mean!Creepy!Andy(Jock)XReader,

Bully!JasonCarverXReader

Word count: 1,452

WARNINGS:

🔞NO MINORS! GUYS THESE SERIES WILL TRAUMATISE YOU! SO SKIP IT, STAY INNOCENT. ANGST, Fluff, pet name calling (sweetheart, doll, babe, angel), detailed smut (p in v) unprotected, anal, spit, choking, slapping, name calling ((slut, whore, dumb, bitch, stupid)) groping, fondling, fingering, fishhook), noncon, denied orgasm, urine play, vines ((tentacles)), creepy, gross, stalking. If I’m missing anything let me know! 😘

For your first day in Hawkins high school you decided to wear a white pleaded skirt, baby pink polo shirt, white flat Lacoste sneakers and an oversized denim jacket, school was only 10 min away from where you lived so you decided to walk.

As you’re making your way to the main entrance you look around, scanning your surroundings. Seeing some of students in the parking lot smoking, others are getting off the bus rushing inside. It’s quite crowded and no one seems to really notice the new face, except for some students that walk right past you. Girls are whispering something into each others ears, possibly gossiping about you. Guys are checking you out from head to toe. It made you feel a little uneasy at first, but you’re trying not to think too much about it.

You know you’re a pretty looking girl, you take a great care of your appearance, your hair is always washed and done, skin is smooth, smelling fresh, you wear high quality clothes, manicure pedicure done, you have a great posture, you walk in small light steps with your head high, swinging your hair from side to side.

You spent hours at home, doing 5-6 steps of facial routines, yoga, reading books, and reorganizing your stuff. It was a way of distracting yourself from reality. Taking care of your physical appearance and mind is what made you feel confident, like you’ve got some sort of control over your life.

Despite of your personal life, falling apart after your parents got divorced, mother chose her new boyfriend which you couldn’t stand being around to, she decided to stay in Los Angeles. And you decided to fly out to Hawkins with your father to start a new life in a little house in suburbia.

As you’re making your way through the main entrance door of Hawkins High, you look around through students, trying to make your way past them to the lockers. You take the key out of your oversized denim jacket pocket. Checking the number of your locker “110”.

115…116… crap.

You get slightly embarrassed, you’ve been walking forwards so confidently now you have to turn around and go back since you’ve missed your locker. You smile to yourself a little and turn around, walking back in shame till you find the locker with number 110 on it.

“There it is” you whisper to yourself. Unlocking it and opening slowly, finding a textbook laying there in the dark, you pick it up to see who’s it is

“Heather Holloway”, hmm I better take this and give this to one of the teachers.

Unzipping your back pack, you put it inside while taking your other books out and neatly putting them inside your locker. As you close your locker, you get scared by a broad figure leaning against the locker next to yours. A gasp escapes your mouth “Oh jeez… you scared me”

??? “Hey new girl, this must be your first day in this school” he stares at your face, giving a little smile

“Hey, yes it is” you respond with the same little smile while locking your locker, and bending down at your knees to pick up your backpack off the floor. You do it ever so quickly and smoothly, since you’re embarrassed by the thought of your face being in the same level as this guys crotch. You stand up straight looking right at him

??? “Well maybe we could hang out during our break time, me and my boys will be hanging out in the lunchroom, pretty girls like you are always welcome to sit with us”

You giggle a little and he couldn’t help himself but smile more at your adorable little giggle

“I’m flattered, we’ll see about that, but thank you”

??? “You know we’ll tell you all about this school, which students are safe to hang around with and which you should avoid, also I don’t think I’ve asked for your name?” He leans a little closer to you, invading your personal space while having this little smirk on his face

“Y/N” you bite your bottom lip slightly while shying away “A..and you are?”

??? “Y/N, I like it, it’s beautiful just like you are…-“ he leans closer to your blushing face before someone else cuts him off

??? “Andy, come on man, we need to go!”

Andy gently slams with his palm against the locker out of frustration.

“I guess I’ll see you around then Y/N, and don’t be a stranger” he gives you a quick wink, and a cheeky smile before he walks off with the blonde guy.

You watch them as they go, pretty cheerleaders accompanying them, you’re checking out their uniforms, noticing a basketball ball logo patch on the right side of the sleeve of their varsity jacket. Making an observation, they’re playing basketball, they’re the cool, popular guys. It gave you a little ego boost to be approached by one of the cool jocks.

Didn’t expect this school to have more good looking guys than my previous school.

Just as soon as they disappeared in the crowd of other students, bell rang, which brought you back to the reality. You rushed through the corridor trying to find your history class, it didn’t take you too long, before you entered inside, you took a deep breath in, you really hoped there was an empty seat next to someone nice and not a creep or a bully. As you walked through the door you were relieved to see that all of the students were loud and busy getting their stuff out of their back packs, they haven’t really noticed you yet, you took a little time to scan the classroom to spot and empty seat next to a tall girl with a brown messy bob. She was sitting in the last row next to the window. You slowly walked towards her. “Hey” you approached her “Is this seat taken?” She looked up at you somewhat spaced out, and confused

??? “Yeah.. no, I mean hi. It’s available, I’m Robin. And you’re new here?”

She gives you a warm smile as you sit down next to her taking your books out of your backpack “Yes I’m new, nice to meet you Robin I’m Y/N”

Robins cheeks get a little reddish,

“So, don’t take this the wrong way but you’re like hot, I mean really hot, you probably already made new friends, I mean of course you have, unless everyone was intimidated by your looks, which I would be, but our jocks probably wouldn’t miss an opportunity to get you to know you, and you know I can see that you could easily become one of the cheerleaders, I’m sorry I can’t seem to shut up..“ she runs her fingers through her hair nervously.

You watch her ramble with a smile on your face, she’s such a pure and genuine soul “Thats okay Robin” in fact it was more than okay, you were so lucky to be sitting next to such good spirited person “I haven’t made any new friends yet, there was this guy who approached me before and that’s pretty much it”

Classroom gone silent, as history’s teacher began the lesson, you felt students instead of paying attention to the blackboard they were staring at you. You sat up straight, facing forward trying not to mind these curious eyes.

You liked history it was interesting but you were more of a science kind of girl which nobody knew about that because you liked to keep it to yourself. You were a bit of a nerd. Hot nerd.

History class felt extremely short since you had Robin next to you, talking and talking about some of her friends that you should meet, especially Steve Harrington with which she has worked at the “Scoops Ahoy” at the mall before the fire broke out. And now they’re working at the “Family video” store together, they’re like platonic friends with a capital P. She knows so much about him since they’ve been through a lot, so she thinks you could be a pretty fun and hot distraction for him.

“Hey, since the class is over, would you like to come with me to meet some of the people I know down the lunchroom?” She starts packing stuff, while inviting you to join her in the lunchroom nervously

“Id love that Robin, but someone already asked me to join them during lunch break, but I’ll see what I can do, now I have to go to the bathroom, excuse me” as your rush off, before you exit you turn around and yell out to her “but it was nice meeting you Robin!”

#eddie munson #stranger things #smut #series #steve harrington #robin buckley #upside down #mini series #jason carver #filthy #stranger things smut #eddie munson smut

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Obsessed | Pt.4

Pairing: Stalker!Min Yoongi x Original female character

Tags: Forced relationships, Hurt/Comfort, Manipulations, Mentions of cruelty, Mentions of deaths, Mentions of drugs, Murders, Original female character, Out of character, Stalking, Unhealthy relationships, Violence.

Summary: She wasn't afraid of this man, didn't take threats seriously, blaming everything on the fact that it was just to attract attention. However, she did’t know what he was capable of.

word count: 1,4k

I do not condone the actions described in the story, this is all fiction and does not relate to the real members of the BTS in any way. If you are uncomfortable with tags, please do not read!! Or read at your own risk.

a/n: Thanks to the wonderful author who allowed me to translate this work! Please keep in mind that English is not my native language, so if you notice any mistakes, point them out to me! I can also edit the chapter after I publish it, so don't be surprised if you see some strange moments (it means I haven't corrected them yet). Thank you.

source: https://ficbook.net/readfic/12255891

Chapter 1 , Chapter 2 ,Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 , Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8

"I don't like it when you're sad"

The friends decided not to torment themselves by waiting at the bus stop, so they took a taxi. Jiwon sent the address and said he would be waiting right at the gate.

Sabrina and Percy drove all the way in silence. Song was drawn into the embrace of despondency, not giving a chance to get out. If minutes earlier the girl was triumphant and waiting for the moment when she and Sabrina would get to their destination and start having fun, now there were no positive emotions left.

Sabrina pretended not to notice that something was wrong with Percy. She knows that her friend will shrug off and say something like: "it's okay, just thinking." Sabrina tried to talk to her several times, but received only an affirmative grunt in response.

***

So the friends got to Jiwon's house. Yoon greeted them with a grin, opening his arms for a hug. And if Sabrina accepted the gesture, Percy just walked by.

"What's the matter with her?" Jiwon asked in bewilderment, watching his friend leave.

"I'd like to know myself," Sabrina replied with a heavy sigh. “But it's better not to disturb her now.” Yoon nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Percy had already entered the house. When she got to the sofa, the girl modestly sat on the edge, folding her hands in a lock.

She could think of nothing and no one else but her watcher and his methods of explanation. Thoughts were swarming in her head, like:

"If I hug Jiwon, he will "clearly explain to him" that it is not necessary to approach me";

"What if because of that note, Shin got hurt again?";

"Do I have to stay out of contact with guys all my life now?";

"Fuck, this is a trap. If I tell my parents, they'll twist a finger at a temple and say “screw yourself”. If I tell Sabrina, she'll suffer. If I go to the police, they won't do anything"

Apart from Percy, there were other people in the house, complete strangers. The girl felt uncomfortable, noticing the sidelong glances glued directly at her. Turning to the window, Percy wanted to try to bring herself back to normal. Playing a happy merry girl in public has never been difficult. Therefore, now she will have to pull this mask out of the far drawer and reattach it on her face. However, she should be careful not to run into other guys once again, and even more so not to make a "squeeze".

The phone vibrated in her pocket and the girl lazily took it out, turning it on.

From: Psycho

15:07 "You look really sad :/"

“Hmm, really?” the girl whispered, feigning surprise. “I wonder why?” Percy remembered too late that he, by the way, hears everything. Gasping and covering her mouth with her palm, the girl was about to bury herself.

From: Psycho

15:09 "I don't like it when you're sad"

To: Psycho

15:10 "You must be dreaming"

15:11 "I’m tired, is all"

The girl was stressed out that he was watching her and noticing something like that. Of course, Percy would like friends or even someone unfamiliar to notice her condition and support her. But at the same time... she pushes everyone away.

From: Psycho

15:12 "Honey, you can tell this nonsense to your friend :)"

15:13 "But not to me"

"And what does he want me to say?" Percy asked herself in perplexity, looking sullenly at the screen. After a moment, a wonderful idea came to the girl's head, to mock him. If he said that Percy should ask for anything and he would make her wish come true, she would take advantage of it.

To: Psycho

15:16 "You know, I'll tell you anyway"

From: Psycho

15:16 "I'm all ears"

To: Psycho

15:17 "Since you care about me so much, where is the candy-bouquet period?"

The answer did not come immediately. He was either too surprised or too happy, as she thought, there was no other way. Percy waited, bored, for the watcher to say something. And he did it a few minutes later.

From: Psycho

15:22 "We both know that's not what's bothering you"

15:23 "That's not what you need"

The girl froze, and her heart ached, because it was true.

From: Psycho

15:24 "You want attention"

15:26 "You would be happy to say that your parents are buying you off, but this is not so. Although you expose them to the best in front of others :)"

15:27 "Other teenagers are bullying you because you talk a lot, am I right?"

Percy began to tremble, but her lips stretched into a smile, a defensive reaction. The guy hit exactly the target, making the girl's heart ache and her soul turn inside out. Percy does talk a lot, but not on topics that bother her. The girl tries to shift the attention of the companions from more important topics by long conversations about some trifles. She also tries to stop those thoughts, because of which she often suffers from insomnia.

From: Psycho

15:29 "They shut you up, laugh at you, belittle you, and you agree with them in return"

To: Psycho

15:30 "Shut up"

Percy didn't care how he would react anymore. The watcher does not like when she is sad, but at the same time he makes her completely sink into despondency.

The girl had a huge desire to break the phone, throwing it into the wall, and get drunk to unconsciousness. However, she won't be able to do that. Parents won’t buy a new smartphone, but will only punish and put under house arrest for this. If she gets drunk, she will no longer be able to restrain her accumulated emotions and anxieties and will definitely find someone to tell about them. And in the morning she will regret that she got drunk again and showed her weakness.

Percy was distracted from his thoughts by the phone vibrating again. And although the desire to ignore him was big, interest prevailed, forcing the girl to open the messages again.

From: Psycho

15:32 "See? You're angry because it's true."

To: Psycho

15:33 "And why the fuck should I be calm?"

15:34 "You talk all sorts of nonsense and say that it’s true"

From: Psycho

15:35 "Deny it all you want, silly girl"

15:37 "But tonight you will again take a piece of paper from the hiding place and write about all this for hours on end. And then, as always, you will burn it so that no one can read."

15:39 "No matter how strong you want to look, in fact you will remain a little defenseless girl who craves the attention of other people"

To: Psycho

15:42 "Why did you text all this?"

15:42 "What's in it for you?"

15:43 "What the fuck do you want?"

The plan — to pretend to be a good girl — has successfully failed. And now she could only hope that he wouldn't get mad at her.

From: Psycho

15:44 "The same as you :)"

To: Psycho

15:45 "What do you mean?"

From: Psycho

15:46 "With extraneous conversations, I try to crush the inner desire of getting rid of all these people :)"

To: Psycho

15:47 «You are crazy, you know that?"

But in response – silence, and thank God. Percy sighs heavily and turns off the smartphone, before turning the "airplane mode".

***

It's been a couple of hours since the arrival of Sabrina and Percy, because the number of people has significantly increased.

“You've cheered up!” Sabrina shouted. Because of the loud music, they had to communicate this way.

“Yeah!” Percy answered with the same shout, dancing. “My stomach just ached!” The friend nodded, continuing to dance with Song.

Percy was very annoyed that a person she didn't even know could find out about all her problems so easily. Only a couple of months have passed since the beginning of their "communication", but for him the girl has already become an open book. Perhaps the reason that the watcher learned to understand Percy's mood so quickly was a huge interest and unhealthy love for her. He was really interested in her life, wanted to know what others don't.

“By the way, Jiwon asked for you!” Sabrina interrupted her friend from her thoughts. “He said that the hookah that was ordered was already...” but the girl didn’t have time to finish shouting, because Percy interrupted her.

“Say no more!” tapping Sabrina on the shoulder a couple of times, Percy headed to Yoon's room, where he and his friends were smoking a hookah, and not only it.

to be continued...

#yandere bts #yandere youngi #yoongi x reader #yandere x reader #bts x reader #stalker yoongi #yandere kpop #bts yandere #btsyandere #yandere bangtan #kpop yandere #yandere #yandere au #bts #bts fanfic

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