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letsgetusaghostfriend · 3 years

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A Green Day concert, a bloody nose and a coming out – Sunset Curve & Green Day I

Summary: Luke and Bobby got them tickets for the Green Day show in LA on November 2nd 1994, also known as the night Billie Joe punched a homophobe and Alex came out to the guys.

Friendship fic, super Alex & Bobby centred, Luke and Reggie are not straight but don’t know that yet. Also, I know most people think Alex came out way earlier, but he has to not be out for this story to work.

((warnings: homophobia, homophobic language (not fully written out except in the band name of the opening act), slight violence, mentioned: alcohol, underage drinking (I am german, so for me it’s not underage drinking but yeah), in general: swearing))

word count: 4.9k, read here on AO3 x

Luke and Bobby got four tickets for the Green Day show in LA on November 2nd in 1994, it was one of Green Day’s bigger shows at that time. The boys previously have been to other concerts of the band, but the last one was in a small club in ’92, of course, all four of them being way too young for that place. Luke and Reggie were the first ones out of their group to get fake ID’s, mainly to go to gigs and play gigs. In the beginning, Alex thought he would never do the same, too scared of possible consequences, but then Luke used his stupid puppy eyes. (They still work even after Alex crush died, dead and buried). And if he was being honest, it was really helpful for playing clubs if the owners can at least pretend that they believe the four boys are old enough to be there.

Alex was aware that Green Day’s opening act, Pansy Division, was an all-gay band. And he was excited and scared at the same time. He found out because this one kid in his English class, Josh, went to the San Diego show earlier that week and told one of his friends that he shouldn’t go to the LA show as Green Day was just a bunch of “f*g lovers” and not worth their time. So Alex was scared: what if his friends would say the same thing?

They arrive late and the line is massive, Alex anxiety pitches in and reminds him that if it takes too long for them to get inside, he might miss Pansy Divisions performance. Logically he knows that they wouldn’t start letting people in so late that the opening band already starts when most people are not inside yet, but his anxiety is not that into logical thinking. He can’t help being fidgety, at one point Luke noticed and asks him if the crowd is making him uncomfortable. “Yeah, a little bit” Alex responds, not wanting further questions about why he was so anxious. The boys keep close to the bar, staying in the back first, not too excited to get into the crowd just yet. Alex knows the others would be inside the first mosh pit if it wasn’t for his anxiety, but not once did they show any signs of annoyance about his hesitancy. They just patiently wait for Alex to get used to the crowd and atmosphere, never angry when he has a bad day and he never signals that it is okay for them to go into the more crowded areas. Sometimes, especially when Luke doesn’t know where to put his energy he and Reggie go, but they always make sure that at least one person stays with Alex. He probably should tell them how thankful he is for this more often (the others would disagree here since they feel like Alex thanks them too much).

When Pansy Division started playing Alex didn’t expect them to actually sing about hooking up with guys at rock concerts, loving men, having real, deep and meaningful relationships and just, in general, doing normal daily life stuff, living with a boyfriend and how it feels after a breakup. He feels so excited, almost jumping up and down to the beat, not able to put his excited energy out on the drums like he would if it was their own concert. Alex completely forgets to check the guys for any reactions, too involved in the music. He doesn’t see that the other three boys enjoy Pansy Divisions music just as much as he does. He doesn’t see Bobby eyeing him from the side, a knowing glint in his eye.

Alex doesn’t know that Bobby saw the way Alex would look at Luke when they were 14, at Brian from History when they were 15, and how he sometimes looks at pictures from Billie Joe Armstrong in magazines. Bobby also didn’t miss Alex’ obsession with the song Coming Clean. The other boys sometimes forget about how Bobby’s parents are genuine open-minded people, who introduce him to a lot more diverse people than his friends’ parents do. So yes, maybe Alex was discreet enough for Mr Luke Oblivious Patterson and Captain Reg Oblivious Peters, and his parents who anyway only see what they want to see, but not for Bobby. Bobby, who might from an outsider’s perspective looks like he is standing a bit outside this friendship group due to him being less loud and sociable than his friends, but Bobby who loves his friends with all his heart, Bobby who truly sees his friends and knows that this is where he belongs. Seeing the absolute bliss, happiness and excitement streaming from Alex like waves is contagious.

After Pansy Division finished their set and there was a short break before Green Day would start theirs, Bobby slips from their group, mumbling that he would get another beer. Instead, he goes to buy Pansy Divisions EP, because the band was genuinely good but mostly because he knows Alex wouldn’t buy it, but he will definitely want it. On his way to the little corner where they sell the Green Day merch as well as Pansy Division stuff, Bobby realises that it was actually packed, but he soon saw that it was just a long long line for the Green Day merch. Actually, there are so many people he can’t even see the Green Day merch salesperson. He manages to get to the guy who took care of the Pansy Division stuff, he greets him with a head nod and a short “hey”, while scrambling his money out of his pant pockets to count it. He’ll have to nick a bit off of Luke’s beer later, not having enough money left to buy another one. When he reaches out to hand out the money for the CD somebody joins the guy who cared for the merch. Bobby recognises that it’s the singer of Pansy Division and he smiles at him. “Great performance, really enjoyed you guys’ music!”. The singer grins at that and holds out his left hand, which Bobby finds a bit strange, but takes it nonetheless.

“Jon, nice to meet you.”

“Bobby, pleasure is all mine.”

“Ah, you’re a musician yourself!” Jon says while checking out Bobby as if he could tell whether the kid in front of him was any good based on his appearance. It took the guitarist a second to realise that Jon must’ve felt his calloused fingers from playing the guitar during the handshake. “Yeah, I’m actually here with my bandmates.” A voice in his head, that sounds suspiciously like Reggie tunes in with “We’re Sunset Curve, tell your friends.” But Bobby pretty much felt like a child trying to play in the adults’ league, so he doesn’t say anything else. Jon grabs the CD he was about to buy and opens it while asking “So Bobby, is the CD for you or someone else?” Taken aback by that question Bobby tells him without thinking “We kind of always share records. Em, so maybe Sunset Curve?” Jon who was about to sign the inside of the CD case, pauses and looks up again “You’re in Sunset Curve?”

“Yeah, rhythm guitar.” He answers without much of a thought, it takes him two seconds then he adds: “You’ve heard of us?” Jon chuckles at Bobby’s shocked tone.

“Saw you play a few months ago. Didn’t remember your name till Mike mentioned one of your songs, always called you “the band with the cute drummer” actually.” Jon casually explained to a still shell-shocked Bobby. The comment about Alex makes him choke on his own spit though. Jon smirks, but before he can say more Bobby’s mouth starts talking before his brain gave its okay: “You saw us well enough to say that Alex is cute, but you didn’t recognise me?” After the words left his mouth, he feels his face heat up.

‘Way to embarrass yourself by having too much of an ego, Robert, great job’, he thought to himself. But Jon again laughs it off, as if he made a funny joke, smirks and asks if Alex was here tonight.

“He is,” Bobby says, voice cold, “he is also sixteen.”

Now it was Jon’s time to look embarrassed. “Oh shit, never mind then.” He pauses. “Sixteen is a bit young to play that club you played, isn’t it?” He pauses again. “You guys take this whole music thing seriously, I like that!”

More at ease again after Jon’s reaction to Alex’ age, Bobby’s brain finally catches up with everything Jon said before he called Alex cute.

“Wait, Mike as in Mike Dirnt? As in Mike Dirnt mentioned one of our songs?” he asks astounded. Jon laughs at the utter bewilderment that the younger one’s face was showing. But before he could say something about it a loud voice behind Bobby sneers: “Oh look at that, Bobby the f*g lover.” He turns around and sees Andrew from his math class. “Always knew at least one of you would be a shirt lifter!”

Bobby tries to take a deep breath before he answers but Jon beats him to it. “I would really think people were clever enough to listen to lyrics, but you still find the poser ones at these concerts, especially since Dookie got Green Day so popular outside of the scene!” Bobby needed a few seconds to realise that Jon wasn’t even talking to Andrew but instead just talked about him to Bobby and the guy selling the merch.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that you fucking fairy!” Andrew sneers, stepping closer to Jon. As soon as Andrews anger is directed towards Jon and not Bobby anymore, the guitarists fight instinct kicks in.

“Fairy? Really?” he asks Andrew with a snigger in his voice, “Didn’t know we live in the 50s, Andrew. Learned all these terms from your daddy?” Bobby tries to make his voice sound as degrading as possible. For a second it seems like Andrew might shut up and leave but then Jon starts laughing loudly about Bobby’s comments and before anyone can react Andrew takes a swing and hits Jon right on the mouth. Without thinking, Bobby copies his action and the next thing he knows is that his hand hurts and Andrew has a red square on the side of his face. He glares at the guitarist and strikes again. This time the fist hits Bobby’s nose and he sees black stars in front of his eyes for a few seconds. After that, all hell is breaking loose and Bobby is being pushed around for what feels like a few minutes before he gets pulled aside and finds himself behind the selling booth with Jon by his side who has a busted lip that is still bleeding. Jon has a hand on the teen's shoulder and looks worried at him. “Fuck your nose does not look too good!” he says. Hearing the words Bobby brings his hand up to his nose and winces when he feels a sharp pain as soon as his fingers touch his nose. “Fuuuuuuuuck, Alex is going to kill me!” he groans at the thought of how the blond will react to seeing Bobby like this.

“Hey man, good punch you got on the dickhead there!” an excited voice states beside Bobby, which makes him turn his head probably a bit too quick, considering he just got punched in the face a few minutes before. But the guitarists' instincts were right: standing beside him was no other than Green Days’ singer, Billie Joe Armstrong. The blond (with fading blue in his hair) is smiling at Bobby and continues with “but I think mine was even better” while pointing at something behind Bobby, who turns around just in time to see security carrying a half-conscious Andrew out of the venue.

“You know that guy?”

“He goes to my school!” Bobby answers, still in awe looking after Andrew.

“Oh, you need to tell me about how he looks tomorrow, man I don’t miss high school but I’d love to go to school just to see that!” Billie Joe tells him and Jon, still sounding way too excited. When Bobby turns around again to look at the two musicians in front of him, he catches Jon telling Billie Joe that Bobby is part of the band they talked about the other day. Somehow getting even more excited by the news he fully turns back to Bobby. “Love that! We need more good people in this scene so we can make sure the music stays clean of dudes like that! Well, it was lovely punching homophobes with you Bobby, but I actually have a concert to play!”

And with that Billie Joe is gone through the door leading to the backstage area and Bobby looks at Jon hoping that he can find answers with him (like is he hallucinating?) but he just chuckles at the teenagers in awe face and takes the CD Bobby wanted to buy all along, as well as the money he had already paid and hands both back at the teen with the words “I think you paid enough for this already, thanks for sticking up for me!” And adding, when Bobby tries to give the money back again, “You better go so your bandmates don’t worry and you don’t miss the Green Day show!” Bobby thanks him and with a smile he makes his way back to the other boys while putting the money and the CD into his pockets.

When Alex finally sees Bobby come back to them, he feels relief washing over him. Alex always hates it when they split especially if one of them is on their own and Bobby has been gone for way too long. The first thing Alex notices is that Bobby doesn’t carry any beer or anything else that he could’ve brought from a bar, the second thing is that Bobby’s nose is bleeding. The easing relief is instantly replaced by worry as Alex's brain catches up with his eyes. As soon as the guitarist reaches them Alex starts searching his fanny pack for tissues and anything else that can help with a bloody nose, all while berating Bobby about getting into a fight. Reggie and Luke excitedly ask Bobby about it, but when their bleeding bandmate tries to tell them about what happened Alex just shushes him and gestures for him to look up so that he can take a better look at his nose. While Alex is still cleaning up Bobby’s face the crowd starts cheering and Alex turns around quickly to confirm his suspicion that the main act finally made it on stage. He keeps on cleaning his friends face from now slightly dried blood when he hears Billie Joe's voice over the speakers.

“Sorry guys, I know we’re late, but I had to punch a homophobe…” The rest of the sentence does not reach Alex’ brain as he looks at one of his best friends, whose nose was bleeding after obviously being punched and all he can hear is white noise, while the realisation, that Bobby being the homophobe who was just punched by Green Days’ singer, sets in. He feels a sharp sting in his chest all while feeling overwhelmed by fear, cold naked fear. And his thoughts race through his brain, too fast to actually make any sense, all he knows is that his worst nightmare seems to be coming true: the people he trusts the most will eventually leave him. They will hate him. They will think he is disgusting, and they will leave him. Unconsciously he takes a step back from Bobby, taking both his hands off his friends face but before he can totally spiral into his thoughts, he is caught by Bobby who holds the drummer by his wrists and looks at him like Alex offended him deeply.

“Seriously?” Bobby’s voice comes out sharper than he probably intended, softening his tone as he sees Alex flinch at him, “You actually think I am homophobic? Fuck Alex do you really think that poorly of me?” The guitarists' words and face are both filled with what Alex can only describe as hurt. Bobby attempts to say more but he is cut off by Billie Joe's voice coming over the speakers saying his name.

“A special thanks to Bobby from Sunset Curve! Make sure you check them out they’re a local band that’ll make it big one day, I’ll promise you! I swear, give them less than a year and they’ll be playing here on this very stage! Thanks, Bobby, for helping me punch a dickhead!” And with that they start into their first song, leaving the boys standing completely mind blown in the back, each one trying to comprehend what just happened. After a few seconds, Reggie, Luke and Alex all turn to Bobby with questioning faces, but Bobby concentrates on Alex’ face. “Do you believe me now?” When Alex nods the, still bleeding, guitarist feels relief wash over him. “Good! Because I already have your Christmas present and I literally know no one else who has the same taste that you have!” He actually manages to make Alex smile with his stupid comment, feeling like they might be okay again, he holds onto Alex’ sleeve, needing something to ground him, knowing that Alex is uncomfortable with public affection. He turns to Luke and Reggie who as soon as they have his attention try to bombard him with questions, but he stops them and promises to tell them later.

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After the concert:

When they leave the venue, a wave of, for L.A. unusually cold air, hits Bobby’s face and clears his head a little, making it easier to think about everything that had happened. As he was the first one out of the four to step out in the cold air, he takes a deep breath before turning around to see the other three boys walk up to him. He notices that Alex pulls his jean jacket tighter around his body, clearly not enjoying the cold air as Bobby does. He smiles at Bobby and then follows Reg and Luke who started walking towards the side street where they parked the van before the concert. The two boys talk animatedly about the Green Days show, analysing every detail. Seeing one of their favourite bands live did distract the two enough for them to not ask any further questions, right now. Alex smile tells Bobby that the same did not count for the blonde boy. Bobby jogs up to Alex to walk beside him, but when he tries to initiate a conversation with his bandmate, the blonde just shakes his head and mumbles, that he has things to think, but as if to calm Bobby down, Alex takes his hand and squeezes it before they reach their van. The van they brought because they actually started to be able to book enough gigs to pay for it (and to actually need it), they all paid for it, even though they don’t talk about the fact that Bobby paid the biggest part, with him having the only parents who actually support the band.

Bobby is driving, with Alex in the passenger seat lost in his thoughts and Luke and Reggie in the back, trying to get Bobby to finally tell them about what happened at the venue. The guitarist promises to tell them as soon as they arrive at the garage, but despite the impatience from Luke and Reggie to find out about everything they still have a quick stop at a small diner on their way home to get their after-concert food.

Alex, Reggie and Luke all go straight for the couch while bobby prefers sitting on the floor, facing them. For a few seconds they all munch happily but soon Luke starts bugging Bobby about what happened at the club, so he puts his sandwich aside and takes a short breath. He doesn’t know where to start, he kind of wants Alex to know that he got the CD for him, but he doesn’t want to put any pressure on Alex, nor does he want the other two to find out about Alex liking boys before Alex wants them to.

“So,” Bobby starts, “we all really liked Pansy Division, right?” he asks with a nervous laugh tinting his words. He looks at the three boys on the couch for confirmation and gets it from two of the boys while Alex looks like he gets scared by the simple indication that he might have really liked the queer band they all saw tonight. Bobby acts like he didn’t see it while deciding, that he won’t tell the blond that Jon was hitting on him. That might be a bit much information for one night. “Well, I thought,” he continues while pulling out the CD he brought earlier “I’ll get us their CD.” He waves the CD then places it on the table in front of the couch so the guys can look at it.

“And that’s where I met one of the band members, Jon, he is the singer.” He looks up at his friends who all stare at him with a mixture of shock and curiosity on their faces, even Alex nervousness seems replaced. ‘I didn’t even get to the really shocking parts yet’, Bobby thought to himself.

“Okay, so we got talking, he found out I play in a band and when he asks for a name to use to sign the CD I just said Sunset Curve, because we always share records, like I mean I don’t even know who owns what anymore!” Luke looks dead serious while nodding his head, Alex starts smiling slightly and Reggie looks like he is trying really hard to separate their shared music collection in his head.

“Anyway, it turns out he saw one of our shows earlier this year and apparently, he was talking about one of our songs with Mike, but before you get too excited, I couldn’t ask him about it because that dick Andrew from my math class interrupted us. He called me a – eh, never mind” he stops himself, giving Alex a short glance – “he started calling me and Jon names and I kind of started making fun of him for using really outdated terms and when Jon laughed about that, Andrew hit him and then I hit Andrew and he hit me back and suddenly everything got crazy. Next thing I know is that I am behind the merch booth with Jon and Billie Joe Armstrong, and Andrew is being carried outside by security.” He tries to rush the words out fast enough so that Luke doesn’t stop him because of the band being recognised and Alex doesn’t stop him because he hit someone.

“And then Billie Joe finds out I am in Sunset Curve and he says something about it being good that more good people will keep the scene going or something and then he pretty much left to play the show and Jon gave me the CD and I went back to you guys so you wouldn’t worry too much.” When he finally finishes his story, he is staring at three really shocked looking faces.

“Mike Dirnt and Billie Joe both know of Sunset Curve?”

“Who knew Bobby is such a badass!”

“You hit Andrew?”

All three started talking at the same time, but then Alex stands up and he looks real mad and everyone else shuts up. Bobby looks at him. “Alex, I didn’t plan to, it just happened. I got so mad when he started calling Jon these awful names and when he hit him, I just snapped.”

“What about our no fighting rule, huh?”

“So, when someone is being super homophobic, I am just supposed to do nothing?”

At that moment Bobby realises that Alex didn’t process until now that Andrew was using homophobic slurs against Bobby and Jon. He sees Alex anger vanish from him in mere seconds, replaced by fear and sadness settling in his eyes. Lips pressed into a thin line Alex sits down on the couch again. It breaks Bobby’s heart to see his friend like this. They all stay silent for a while.

“What did he say?” Alex asks with a voice so quiet Bobby almost misses it.

“Alex,” he sighs, “I am pretty sure you don’t want to know!”

With that Alex's eyes, which were glued to his hands before, snap up and meet Bobby’s. “You know, don’t you?” Alex asks Bobby, seemingly completely forgetting that the other boys are in the room.

Bobby does not know what to answer, not wanting to make Alex come out because he feels like he has to, or because Bobby figured it out already. “I only know what you want me to know, everything else is just a hunch.” He finally settles on.

Alex laughs. “So, you definitely know, and I actually thought I was being subtle.”

“I still love you, you know that, right?” Bobby just needs Alex to know that. Even if this is a weird one, Bobby wants this to be the reaction Alex gets for his first coming out.

It takes Alex a few seconds but finally, he looks up again, searching Bobby’s face for any trace of him lying. As Alex realises that the boy in front of him means what he said he feels like the biggest wave of relief washes over him. This, black-haired, awkward and quiet boy in front of him, who buys CD’s from queer bands, punches one of his classmates because he was being a homophobic bigot to a complete stranger and whose first reaction to Alex half-assed coming out is to tell him that he still loves him. This boy, who is so uncomfortable with most people touching him, who still wants to hold all of their hands all the time, calling them grounding. This boy, who would probably punch more people to protect them because he gets crazy protective about the people he cares about. And suddenly it’s difficult not to start crying and Alex feels like his voice will break if he tries to talk so he just nods.

And in that second, knowing he has Bobby on his side for this, he decides that he wants them all to know. So, he gets up from the couch and “gets on the runway” as Luke likes to call Alex’ nervous walking occasionally. After walking up and down three times, he suddenly stops, turns to Luke and Reg who look super confused by what is happening and he blurts out “Iamgay” so fast that there was no way that any of the guys could’ve understood a single word. So, he takes a deep breath and repeats: “I am gay” while standing there, eyes closed, and breath held.

“Oh, that…” Luke starts, but he gets interrupted by Reggie who says: “That makes so much sense, that is why you were staring at Brian so much last year! That really confused me, man!”

“I was... I was not staring at Brian Denver!” Alex sputters embarrassment creeping in his cheeks.

“You totally were, you even knew who Reg was talking about right away!” Luke laughs and gets up to pull Alex in a big hug, squeezing him tight. Reggie gets a hold of them and pulls them down on the couch where he squeezes between them, and wooshes through Alex’ hair affectionately. Alex, now half sitting on the couch and half lying on Reggie looks up to Bobby, who stands awkwardly in front of the couch. As the other two notice Bobby as well they all kind of freeze in their cuddle pile. Even as Bobby was more comfortable touching his bandmates than he was with touching his parents, or literally anyone else, he still never expressed any interest in being part of a cuddle pile before. Seeing how all of his friends stopped as he approached, the guitarist started taking a step back, but Alex stopped him by holding out his hand for Bobby to take. It takes him a few seconds but finally, he lets himself being pulled on top of Alex into the cuddle pile and even though it feels strange at first he likes the feeling of Alex’ soft t-shirt under his cheek, Reggie’s arm around his waist and the smell of Luke’s cologne.

Later that night Bobby snatches a picture of his best friends still cuddling on the couch hours later, now all fast asleep. He hasn’t shown that picture to anyone except for his daughter when she finds out about the band 25 years later and he decides to tell her about the loves of his life, even if most people wouldn’t recognise them as it since it was purely platonic love. And even though he got married, he never loved anyone as much, with the exception of his daughter, as he loved the three boys who left him when he was just 17 years old.

The next day Bobby snatches a picture of Andrews black eye. He shows that picture to Billie Joe, backstage at an event he attempts without his best friends after the man recognises him as the kid with whom he punched a homophobe. After that Bobby leaves the event early, not being able to hold up the image of Trevor, too consumed by grieve and guilt. Guilt over not being able to protect them. Guilt over not dying with them. Guilt over using their songs.

#julie and the phantoms #sunset curve #fantoms #jatp #alex mercer #bobby/trevor wilson #this is a bobby friendly blog #green day #sunset curve loves green day #that should be canon #reggie peters #luke patterson #friendship fanfic #julie and the phantoms before canon #before canon #set in the 90s #dookie tour #idk if i am missing hashtags

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inthedayswhenlandswerefew · 4 years

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But You Can Never Leave [Chapter 5: Don’t Even Think About It]

Hi y’all! I’m so sorry I’ve been gone for so long...finals and job hunting got the best of me. I will be updating more frequently going forward. As always, thank you so much for reading!! 💜😘

Series summary: You are an overwhelmed and disenchanted nurse in Boston, Massachusetts. Queen is an eccentric British rock band you’ve never heard of. But once your fates intertwine in the summer of 1974, none of your lives will ever be the same...

This series is a work of fiction, and is (very) loosely inspired by real people and events. Absolutely no offense is meant to actual Queen or their families.

Song inspiration: Hotel California by The Eagles.

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You’re in the crowd at The Rainbow, although you aren’t sure why; this has already happened.

Freddie is skulking across the fog-draped stage as he belts out the chorus of In The Lap Of The Gods...Revisited, all glistening tan skin and teased hair, a pillar of nimble black leather; John is only a silhouette in the mist. Brian looks like something that’s crawled out of a cocoon: leggy and insect-like, the sleeves of his flowing white blouse like a pair of wings. And Roger...Roger’s in the back, of course—“the hardworking one in the back,” he always says—with a glittery black kimono-like shrug hanging loosely off his bare shoulders. He’s drumming feverishly, sprays of Heineken flying off his floor tom, his forehead and blond hair dripping.

“Whoa, whoa, la la la, whoa...

I can see what you want me to be,

But I'm no fool,

It's in the lap of the gods...”

Somehow, as the fog clears, Roger’s eyes find you in the crowd. He grins in that effervescent, blameless way that he does. And now you know for sure that this is a dream; because there’s no chance Roger could see that far without his glasses.

There’s a banging noise coming from somewhere, but it’s muted, distant, splintered like an echo.

Dream Roger is fading away, dissolving as the lights shade to black on the stage. He disappears, and then Freddie does too, and then Brian, and finally John. The crowd you’re standing in is a sea of churning, indistinguishable faces.

The banging grows louder, closer. You can hear a new voice now.

You swim up from unconsciousness and punch into daylight. You’re laying on your back in bed in a small, rustic hotel room; it takes you a second to remember what the world looks like now. It’s not November at the Rainbow Theater. It’s December 11th, and you’re in Rome.

You sit up in bed and turn towards the door. Whoever is out there is knocking so forcefully that the distressed wood rattles on its hinges.

“Hey, Dorothea Dix, wake up!” Freddie is shouting through the door.

You rub your eyes as your feet touch the cool teak floor. The band flew into Rome late last night, and has one full day to burn before their concert on the 12th. You’d pitched the idea of visiting a few museums, the Colosseum, the Pantheon, the Roman Forum, St. Peter's Basilica, maybe even the Baths of Caracalla or the Temple of Venus and Roma; but it had been difficult to get anyone to commit at 2 a.m. when you were all exhausted and dragging luggage into the modest, quite geriatric hotel. Queen may finally have a Top 20 album in the U.S., but the streets aren’t paved with gold just yet.

“Darling, need I remind you that this was all your idea, you simply must wake up this instant—!”

You swing the door open. Freddie is standing in the hallway in a vivid yellow-and-black jacket and white jeans, tall boots, dark hair huge and curly, folded aviator sunglasses peeking out of his pocket.

“Get ready, bitch,” he says, grinning, then slips the sunglass over his dusky eyes. “All those gorgeous marble blokes with their cocks hanging out aren’t going to ogle themselves.”

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You start with the ruins, then end up at the National Roman Museum after lunch. Brian and Chrissie meander through the halls of cracked marble goddesses and heroes and piecemeal fractions of bodies, their hands intertwined; Chrissie took a few days off work to meet the band in Rome, and she’s glowing with the thrill of being reunited with Bri. Freddie is contemplating the displays, tapping his chin thoughtfully and chatting as John nods along and sketches in his notebook. There’s a photographer scurrying around snapping photos of the band for some magazine, to the vexation of the museum employees. They scowl from the corners of the rooms, their suits pristine and arms crossed, muttering to each other in Italian.

Roger leaps in front of a hulking statue of Perseus and mimics the pose. “What do you think?” he asks you, wielding an invisible spear. “Am I courageous? Divine? A mirror image?”

“You’ll have to work on the hair. And gain like a hundred pounds.”

He wrinkles his nose. “Pounds?!”

“Whoops. Kilos. A lot of kilos. But I think I like you as you are. Can I see your hands?”

Roger falls out of his pose, smiling. “Yes ma’am.” He presents his palms for inspection. The first weeks had been hell for him as his hands were worked into touring shape, repeatedly blistered and worn raw, iced and treated and bandaged by you each night only to be pummeled all over again the next day. Of course, Roger hadn’t described it that way; he shrugged at the blood and swollen knuckles, his eyes already alight with the promise of future shows. That’s just a casualty of fame, love, he’d told you. I’d take it all again and more. The last of his blisters have healed now into discolored callouses, rough whirlpools of memories from cities like Glasgow and Bristol and Helsinki and Munich. “I can get more pounds too, you know. I’ll be swimming in them. I’m gonna buy you a mansion when we get home.”

“Not so fast, blondie.” You graze your thumbs over his rugged palms and release him. Aside from your annoyingly incessant concern for Roger, your job hasn’t proved to be too taxing: there have been sprains, minor lacerations, severe hangovers, some alcohol poisoning, and one case of syphilis that you identified and sent the unfortunate man to a doctor for, all of which afflicted the roadies rather than the band.

“How’s Jo doing?” Chrissie calls over from where she and Brian are scrutinizing a sculpture of Apollo. She tosses Roger a smirk.

“Fine,” he replies briskly. “It was amicable. She understood. Nothing personal, just with the tour and everything we knew it wasn’t going to work out. Bad timing, that’s all.”

“Hm. That’s not exactly how she described it.”

Roger sighs, irritated. “Well, Chris, I really can’t control what she chooses to tell you, can I?”

“Shhhh. Play nice, love,” Brian coos, massaging Chrissie’s shoulders.

Roger pops a cigarette between his lips and moves to light it. A museum employee rushes over, waving his arms frantically. “Per favore, signore, no smoking near the exhibits—!”

“Oh, right, right. Sorry.” Roger tucks the cigarette away, then turns back to you. “Okay, no mansion then. What’s your fancy? Diamonds and gold? Tigers on leashes?”

“A harem of sensual Italian men?” Freddie suggests. Chrissie bursts out laughing.

“I hope not,” Roger says.

“You know what I really want?” you say, eyeing busts of Hadrian and Nero.

“What?” Chrissie asks.

“A camera. A really good one. To document all of this, our adventures. I mean, I know we have...” You wave towards the magazine photographer, who’s mostly snapping shots of Freddie and Roger. “But it would be nice to have my own photos. Carry them around in my wallet, force strangers to look at them, cover my refrigerator with them, all that sentimental stuff. So the minute you kids start making real money, I’d like a nice Canon. Or a Nikon. Or whatever the best camera is.”

“The Canon F-1 is quite good,” the photographer offers.

“Perfect! Clearly, I know nothing about cameras. And will need a hefty instruction manual. But I’m still excited.”

Roger winks. “I believe in you.”

As you all wander into the next room, Freddie spies a grand piano and sprints to it. He slides onto the bench and begins testing the keys. A distraught museum employee appears instantly.

“Signore, please, this is for the museum staff only, please signore!”

“Oh relax, darling, I won’t break it.” He begins experimenting with some light, jazzish melody.

“I love Rome,” you decide as you stroll past the Aphrodite of Menophantos. “Are you sure we can’t stay here forever?”

John frowns as he shades in whatever he’s drawing in his notebook. “It’s too bad we couldn’t make it to Florence.”

Freddie rolls his eyes from the piano. “Deaky, darling, this Dante’s Inferno obsession has got to go. It’s positively morbid.”

“He ends up in paradise,” John protests wryly.

Freddie snorts. “Yes, well, Florence is a three hour drive each way. Next time perhaps. Once we’ve all got private jets and Nurse Nightingale over there has her posh camera.”

“And we’ve acquired trophy wives to pose with us,” Brian jokes. Chrissie squeals and shoves him good-naturedly.

“We could go to the beach,” John proposes.

“A seaside rendezvous?” you say playfully.

Freddie hums and nods as his fingers fly over black and white keys.

“Signore...” the museum employee begs. The photographer circles Freddie and the piano, snapping picture after picture.

“The beach?!” Roger whines. “It’s too cold for that! We can’t swim, we can’t sunbathe practically naked, what’s the point? And we’re checking out that club tonight. The one by the hotel, what’s it called, Fred? El Fuocolio?”

“Il Fuoco,” Freddie corrects, amused.

“Ah. Forgive me for not keeping up with my Italian.”

“We don’t all listen to opera, you know,” you tease Freddie. He peers over at you thoughtfully, then continues playing. “I’ll go to the beach with you, John.”

He almost drops his notebook and pencil. “Will you?”

“Of course. I’ll have fewer opportunities in my life to see the Italian seaside than get tipsy and evade dodgy men at some bar, most likely. Although I will miss seeing your dancing.”

“Aww!” Now Roger is dejected, his huge blue eyes pleading. “You have to come with us.”

“Next time,” you promise him.

“This time.”

“Next time.”

“Fine.” He points at John. “Don’t let her get eaten by a shark or run off with some Italian playboy.”

John grins. “I’ll do my best.”

Two burly security guards arrive and begin shouting at Freddie in Italian. “Oh fine, fine!” he snaps as he stands and abandons the piano. The museum employee beams triumphantly.

“Fred, I think we’ve tormented them enough,” Brian says.

“Bri, can we go to the beach too?” Chrissie asks. “Please?”

“It’ll be chilly.”

“I have a jacket. And I can borrow yours if necessary.”

Brian chuckles. “Okay. We can go. Ostia’s the closest one, I suppose.”

“You’ll love it,” you tell him. “It’ll be like time travelling. You get to stand on the same shore that the ancient Romans did, bury your feet in the same sand, watch the same sunset. That should appeal to an astrophysicist such as yourself.”

“How poetic,” John muses.

Roger comes to you, shrugs off his black leather jacket, drapes it over your violet sweater.

“Roger, don’t—”

“I’ll miss you,” he interrupts, smiling, then presses his lips fleetingly to your forehead.

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The four of you take a crowded, decidedly unglamorous bus to Ostia and walk the beaches under the fading afternoon sun. It is chilly by the crashing water, and the wind whips across your cheeks forcefully enough to sting; but none of that stops you. Brian and John collect seashells, and Brian retreads all the details of the tour—all the things he wishes he could do over, all the things he wants to change going forward—as John listens, smoking and nodding when appropriate. You and Chrissie kneel in the cool sand and shape castles with your hands, giggle about how messy and lopsided they are, scribble notes in the soft sifting remnants of stone and quartz: Chrissie loves Bri, Buy Sheer Heart Attack today, Queen was here. And you’re thinking about Roger more than you should be, and Chrissie knows it; but she’s not going to say anything about that now.

When the boys come back, Bri sits in the sand next to Chrissie and begins to decorate her castle with the shells he found: scallops and clams and tulip shells and oysters and tiny lightning whelks. She claps and hugs him, leaps into his lap, pulls him in for a kiss.

“This is terribly unfair,” you say, staring morosely at your now even less impressive sandcastle.

John appears beside you and offers a massive pink conch filled with very small, pristine, glossy shells. You gasp and clasp a palm over your heart.

“Really?!”

“Yeah,” he says, puzzled. “Who do you think I picked them for?”

“You’re the best. The absolute best. A treasure. I owe you my life. Wait...” You pick up a thin shard of driftwood and write into the side of your sandcastle: John Deacon, and then a heart encircling it. “You are officially lord of the sandcastle.”

“A prestigious position, surely,” he says, smiling, then passes you the conch. “Go on.”

As you place the shells, he finds a dried bit of seaweed and impales it on the piece of driftwood, then plants the makeshift flag on the tallest tower of the castle.

Brian glances over and shakes his head, his mess of curls shivering. “Chris, love, I fear we’ve been outdone.” Then he nods to the words you and Chrissie carved with your fingertips. “Leaving letters in the sand?”

“Promotional material,” you quip; but you can tell the wheels in Brian’s magnificent mind are whirling.

As the sun sets over the Mediterranean Sea, golden speckles of light floating disembodied on the waves, the four of you get gelato and browse through bookstores and wander down cobblestone streets. And on the bus ride back to the hotel, Brian points out constellations as you hold the conch shell in your lap and doze against John’s shoulder.

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Brian and Chrissie depart to get dinner when you arrive back at the hotel, taking the rare opportunity for a date night. You try to think of a more romantic destination than Rome. Paris? New York? Venice? Probably none of those. You push the images that flood your thoughts away: candlelit meals with violins serenading in the background, the warm cascading glow of streetlights, tossing coins into fountains older than either London or Boston, gazing over the table and into the ensnaring oceanic eyes of the person who won’t be there. Roger.

“Do you think Roger and Fred are back yet?” you ask John in the lobby. He’s still got his notebook in his jacket pocket, but he won’t let you see it.

“I doubt it, but let’s find out.”

You ride the elevator to the band’s floor, still clutching the conch shell, as John fields ideas for dinner.

“Roger’s going to want pizza and beer, but we might be able to get Freddie to go for something more swanky. Actually, he’ll probably order dessert first. There’s a restaurant down the street that I heard has phenomenal tiramisu and lasagna.”

“Oh god. I would kill for a good lasagna.”

“No need for all that,” John says. “We don’t have enough cash for your bail.”

“If they serve lasagna in prison, you can leave me here.”

“But then who would patch up our debaucherous roadies?!”

You laugh as the elevator lurches to a halt and the doors open. “Just call me up in prison and I can talk you through it—”

You step out and turn down the hallway; then all the air vanishes from your lungs. Roger’s fumbling with his key as he tries to get into his room...and pressed between him and the door is a raven-haired, modelesque woman in a short red dress. His eyes are closed, her tongue darting between his lips, his free hand skating up her bare thigh and beneath her dress. And suddenly you’re being dragged back into the elevator, John’s arms locked around your waist. He hits the button for the lobby then reaches for you uncertainly.

“Are you okay—?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I’m totally fine, I’m...” But for some reason, your throat is burning and your eyes are blurring with tears. You try to blink them away and they drop down your cheeks like rain.

“You’re not,” he realizes softly.

“Goddammit,” you choke out, sobbing.

“Hey, don’t do that,” John pleads. “Please don’t do that, please don’t cry—”

“Oh god, I’m so sorry, this is so stupid...” You fan your face and try to wrangle your breathing. The way he was touching her...I can’t forget the way he was touching her. “I am so stupid.”

“You’re not,” John flares. And when he opens his arms you rush into them, burying your face in his jacket as he pulls you closer, drowning you in his warmth. “You’re not stupid,” he says, quietly but severely. “You’re wicked smart and wonderful and perfect, so you’re not allowed to say anything to the contrary. Alright?”

“Okay,” you whisper. And it occurs to you—as your breathing slows, as your tears subside—how incomparably comfortable this feels, homey even.

John clears his throat. “Hey, not to break this up or anything, but you’re sort of stabbing me with the conch shell.”

Incredibly, you laugh as you back away, swiping at your eyes. “Sorry.”

The elevator doors open, and John leads you out into the lobby. “Here’s what’s going to happen,” he says. “We’re going to go to that restaurant on the corner and I’m going to order a lasagna—”

“John, I don’t think I can eat anything.”

“Doesn’t matter. Did I say you were going to be forced to eat it at gunpoint? No I did not. I’m going to order a lasagna, and if you want some awesome, and if you don’t we’ll just sit and talk. And you can nibble table bread or drink so much wine you forget today ever happened, whatever you want. You make the rules. But we’re going, and I’m ordering lasagna.”

“Okay,” you reply, sniffling, smiling up at him gratefully.

The restaurant is teeming with tourists, and you end up seated at a tiny table near the back with very dim lighting and a roaring fireplace. It’s deliciously hot, burning away your misery; or, at least, making it feel as if it might belong to someone else, as if maybe you heard about it from a friend or in a song, maybe even dreamed it. You take Roger’s leather jacket off and hang it on the back of your chair. When the waiter arrives, John orders for you.

“One lasagna, the biggest one you have, and extra table bread, and uh...” He skims the menu. “Two red wines and a Coke. And a sparkling water. So the lady has a selection.”

“Si, signore. Grazie.”

When the waiter leaves, John lifts off his jacket too, then unbuttons his shirt to his navel. The sweltering glow of the firelight dances across his pale skin in a way that is mysteriously distracting. “Well, it definitely doesn’t feel like December in here.”

“I’m sorry, maybe they could move us—”

“No, that’s alright, I know you like it. And one should be sweating in Southern Italy, don’t you think?” He tears off a hunk of bread when it arrives and plates it for you. The conch shell lays on the table by the salt and pepper shakers, to the visible confusion of the waiter.

“Thank you. For everything, John. Really.”

He gazes at you with those blue-grey eyes that can look like either clouds or steel depending on the occasion. Tonight they are misty, like the froth over waves, impossibly soft. “It doesn’t mean anything,” he says gently. “I don’t know if that helps at all, but I think it should. It doesn’t mean anything to someone like Roger, what you saw tonight.”

You sigh. “I guess it doesn’t. And I’m sorry, I know it’s ridiculous, I know that, and I’m just so frustrated and...and...I get it, I get that I have no right to care about anything Roger does, which is why I feel like such an idiot for reacting this way, but I just...I just...I’m just so...so fucking torn up about it and I’m sick of being surrounded by it all the time and I’m...I’m so...I’m...look, I’m sorry, can you button your shirt or something? That’s very distracting.”

“Oh, it’s distracting, is it?” John asks, grinning.

“Don’t you dare—”

He undoes several more buttons. “How about now, are you sufficiently distracted?”

“John, no!” you wail, laughing.

“I wouldn’t want to do anything to distract you from your tortured inner monologue...” He removes his shirt entirely and tosses it to the floor. “How are you now?”

“Very distracted,” you wheeze.

“Excellent.” He smiles, resting his face in his hands, the firelight flickering over his bare chest and shoulders, reflections of flames in his eyes. “See, you don’t look so sad now.”

“No, I guess I don’t.” You bite into your hunk of bread. But still, the way he was touching her...

John sips red wine and smirks teasingly. “You know...if you ever get tired of the celibate lifestyle...I’m always game.”

You laugh, shaking your head, and open the Coke bottle. “That’s very much appreciated. But I don’t just want sex.”

“I know,” he replies, solemnly now. “You want him.”

“That’s pretty pathetic, isn’t it?”

“I don’t think you’re pathetic at all.” That seems like it must be a lie, but John sounds genuine.

“You’re my best friend, you know,” you tell him. “I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Certainly not get treated to authentic Italian lasagna.”

You chuckle. “I’m sure that’s the least of your talents. Veronica is a very lucky woman.”

John nods, staring down at the table now, pushing crumbs around with the back of his hand. “If you say so.”

And, in the end, you managed to eat your half of the lasagna after all.

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When you get back to your hotel room, it’s very late in Italy...which means it’s only early evening in Boston. You pick up the phone and resolve to use the last of your miniscule weekly allowance for a long distance call.

Your mom answers on the third ring. “Hello?”

“Guess where I am right now.”

“Hopefully on a date with that nice Roger boy.”

“Oh my god, Mom.”

She titters pleasantly. “Tell me, dear. Germany? No, no. Spain.”

“Rome.”

“Oh!” she sighs, steeped in nostalgia. “Daddy and I went there on our honeymoon! Ages ago, of course. But it was wonderful, otherworldly. Like getting lost in a fairytale. How do you like it?”

“I love it,” you murmur. “Mom, can I ask you something?”

“Always, dear.”

You twirl the phone cord around your fingers anxiously. “How did you know that Dad was the one?”

“Hm.” She pauses; and you can envision the way she takes a step back and glances up at the ceiling whenever she’s thinking something over. Oh, maybe I do still miss parts of Boston. “Well...you know Daddy wasn’t single when we met. And neither was I.”

“Yeah, I think I remember that part of the story.”

“I’m not sure if I can explain it, dear. Truly. I...” She drifts off, pondering it. Finally, she says: “I’d had plenty of other boyfriends. I’d been interested in other people. And people are all so different, they all have something unique to offer to your life, whether good or evil. But when I met your father...I just felt like I couldn’t live without him. Suddenly nothing else seemed possible if he wasn’t in the picture. Like if he wasn’t there I’d spend the rest of my life missing him. Does that answer your question?”

“It does, yeah.” You close your eyes and feel the dark Mediterranean night air breeze in through the open window. The conch shell has found a temporary home on top of the antique dresser. “I love you, Mom.”

“Aww, I love you too, honey. And you’ll make the right decision, whatever that is.”

You look out into the constellations that Brian introduced to you earlier, Aries and Fornax and Perseus. “I hope so.”

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hajimesh · 5 years

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Best Friend.

word count: 1.5k

pairing: peter parker x reader

summary: waltzing with your crush to a hozier song. that’s it. that’s the tweet.

a/n: okay this deleted itself somehow!? so yeah, posting it again. this was based on a dream i had with ‘would that i’ by hozier as background music (totally normal lol). let me know what you think! masterlist can be found in my bio♡

“She should be here already.”

Peter mumbles as he looks at his watch for the umpteenth time.

You are currently at a charity gala hosted by Tony Stark and everything would be running smoothly if it weren’t for aunt May’s lack of presence. She said she’d be here twenty minutes ago and yet she is nowhere to be seen which has Peter, your best friend, on edge.

He had asked you to accompany him to the event since he would be giving a speech and there was no way you’d refuse his offer. Not only because you knew he could use your support but because you’d take any chance you could to be with him, seeing as you have been harbouring a crush on him for the past three months. Not that he knew, of course.

“Have you tried calling her?” Your voice is gentle, trying to calm his nerves a bit.

Peter shakes his head as he murmurs something you can’t make out but he pulls out his phone from his pocket. You watch as he dials and perks up as soon as he hears May’s voice on the other end, the stress dissipating slightly. A minute later he ends the call, looks at you and gives you a tight lipped smile.

“She’s stuck in the traffic.”

You can’t help but laugh. Poor thing has been stressing over nothing!

“Gosh, Pete. You need to chill.” Placing your hands on his shoulders you shake him a bit, trying to loosen up his stiff posture. “She’s gonna be here on time, you’ll see.”

“I’m just– ugh, I’m so nervous.” His jittering hands find yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. Once again he looks nervous, giving you a worried look. “This whole thing is so stressful and I’m afraid I’ll mess things up.”

He rambles, words spilling non-stop as panic engulfs him again. But all you can think of is how warm his hand feels against yours. Your heart starts pounding on your chest at the unexpected contact of your hand with his but you know he needs the reassurance so you act like you’re not about to combust in the spot.

“Hey, I’m here. Nothing bad is gonna happen and your gonna ace it. C’mon spider-man.” You give him words of encouragement, smiling reassuringly at him before making a funny face.

This finally earns you a laugh from him and you can’t help but feel the pride swirling on your chest. If only he could see himself in your eyes.

You are making small talk, distracting him for a bit when you see the Tony stark approaching and you try to free your hand from Peter’s, thinking that he might not want to give the wrong idea. But you are surprised when he stops you by squeezing your hand, a nervous look on his face. You smile at him reassuringly and squeeze it back, earning a tiny smile from him.

“Hey kiddo. I see you made it.” Tony Stark says as he claps a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“Y-yeah. Everything looks good, the place-” Peter clears his throat which has suddenly gone dry and you look at him worried. “The place looks amazing, Mr. Stark.”

“Thanks, Pete. And you brought company?” The man himself smiles at you with a raised brow.

Peter seems to come out of his daze and he looks at you, eyes wide open and then proceeds to introduce you. “Ah, yes, yes. This is my best friend..”

As Peter introduced you to Mr. Stark you greeted him with a polite smile. Peter had warned you Mr. Stark wasn’t very fond of physical interaction so you refrained from doing so.

“Ah, best friend. Is that what they call girlfriends nowadays?” Tony says in a mocking tone as he fakes a confused look, his finger tapping on his chin. “Your generation is weird.”

Clapping his hand on Peter’s shoulder one more time, Tony turns to leave not before winking at you. You look at Peter and you’re sure you would’ve laughed if you weren’t feeling so mortified. Peter looks as if he’s seconds away from passing out, red as a tomato while his mouth opens and closes, utterly speechless.

“Well, that went well?” You try to lighten up the mood, turning the awkwardness into a joke but Peter seems to be on the verge of exploding.

“Oh my god.” He finally looks at you, big brown eyes filled with nothing but embarrassment which causes you to break down.

You start laughing so loud that some guests give you looks but you don’t care because Peter is right next to you, doubled over in laughter as tears fall from his eyes. Your laughs soon die down to giggles, and if you weren’t a coward you’d have probably grabbed Peter’s face and kissed him right then and there because he looked so damn pretty. Flushed cheeks and shiny brown eyes looking at you as adorable giggles escape his mouth.

Out of nowhere, you hear the faint sound of a song you know all too well. Peter has been obsessing over Hozier’s music for the past six months, you even tried to get tickets for one of his concerts but sadly they sold out before you could refresh the website, leaving Peter all sad and mopey for a week.

Apparently Peter heard it too because a moment later his head perks up so quickly you worry it will come off his neck. “My song!”

You roll your eyes as the overexcited puppy next to you starts mouthing the words. The song must’ve given him some sense of familiarity, dissipating his nerves a bit because next thing you know he’s pulling you by your –still– interlaced hands to the dance floor as if it were the living room of his home.

“Peter! How do you even dance to this?” You whisper-yell when you both reach the middle of the dance floor, a few curious eyes watching you.

“Umm,” He clearly didn’t think this through and now you’re both standing like dumbs as more people wait to see what you’re up to. Peter gives you a timid smile, his cheeks turning slightly red “Like a waltz?”

Your breath hitches, nervousness hitting you like a truck but if this will calm Peter’s nerves then you have no other option. Not like you don’t want to dance with him.

You place a hand on his shoulder as you feel him hold you by the waist. Interlacing your other hand with his, you start swaying softly. It feels as if every single pair of eyes focus on you so you try to zone them out, relishing on having Peter so close to you. Closing your eyes briefly, you ease out the tension from your shoulders focusing on the music.

“Is this okay?” Peter’s gentle tone catches your attention.

Distancing yourself slightly from him, you look straight at his eyes and smile, nodding your head. “Yeah.”

You sound breathless, being so close to him is certainly making your heart jump excitedly inside your chest leaving you agitated.

He gives you a toothy smile, his childish aura captivating you and unconsciously freeing any shyness you have been feeling previously.

Placing your arms around his neck, you pull him closer. He immediately corresponds by encircling your waist with both arms. A dreamy sigh escapes your mouth and he laughs, his mouth placed right next to your ear.

“This is nice.”

You answer him by holding him tighter, which sends Peter into overdrive. He kisses you on your temple, melting your heart in the process. Lying the side of your face on his shoulder, you sigh contentedly.

Eventually the song ends and you distance yourself from each other, goofy smiles on your lips as Tony Stark makes his way to the scenario and clears his throat, successfully catching everyone’s attention.

“Good evening, everyone. I’m pleased to be here...” Tony starts greeting the guests and thanking them for attending.

You glance briefly at Peter who looks at ease, less nervous and jittery than before. Once Tony announces Peter will be the one to further explain the purpose and goals of the charity, you give his hand a squeeze. He hasn’t let it go ever since he grabbed it earlier today.

“Go get ‘em, tiger.”

After placing a kiss on your cheek, Peter walks away leaving you a blushing mess on the dance floor.

You watch as he walks up the stairs leading to the scenario and Mr. Stark greets him with a hug. You can’t help but smile at the interaction knowing that Tony cares about Peter as if he were his own son.

“So, what did I miss?”

May’s voice comes out of nowhere and you turn to look at her. She’s smiling, oblivious as to what his nephew has done to your heart the past hour.

Oh, not much. Just your nephew holding me in his arms, turning my heart into jelly as I fall harder for him.

Yeah, nope.

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anotherkpopvictim · 5 years

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I Wanna Worship Your Body - TaeKook Drabble

(Source - softjeon)

A/N: So this is my first non-littlespace story I’m posting. I wanted to post something for Jungkook’s birthday so I whipped this up in 24 hours.

While it doesn’t involve littlespace, Jungkook does slip into subspace, so some things here might be similar to what little Jungkook does in some of my other fics - like speaking in third person and referring to Taehyung as hyungie (daddy a few times near the end).

Also, I apologize that this fic is kind of similar to the last two I posted. I’m very interested in the dynamics of dom/sub and certain kinks (pet names, praise, etc.) but I will write other things in the future. I also have a thing for baby boy kook but I will write some taekook fics where Jungkook is the one in charge. I might already have one in the works (wink, wink).

For now, this is what I have for you.

Enjoy <3

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook X Kim Taehyung

Rating: M

Words: 4686

Smut, fluff, Sub!Kook, Bottom!Kook, Dom!Taehyung, Top!Taehyung

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The entirety of the day that Jungkook’s birthday fell on was full of anticipation and arousal.

He woke up to the sunlight shining in through the gap in curtains and warming the room. There were two strong, familiar arms wrapped around his waist from behind, the body attached to the limbs shifting as they too woke.

“Happy birthday, baby,” Taehyung’s deep baritone droned into his ear.

Jungkook bit his lip and sighed contently as his hyung moved down to suck a hickey into the younger’s shoulder (a place that was easy to cover up with makeup).

Taehyung had an obsession with marking - something that had become known only a few weeks after meeting each other, but long before they were dating. Even back then, when they were merely friends, Taehyung would suck little marks into the skin of Jungkook’s neck or sometimes his arms - wherever he felt like really.

Yeah, maybe it was a little strange for something between people who claimed to be just friends, but the maknae didn’t mind in the slightest - he probably loved being marked as much as Taehyung loved to do the marking. Jungkook found it almost relaxing.

Now that they were dating, Taehyung was even more possessive, sucking larger marks all over the maknae’s skin, favoring his more intimate areas like his thighs and stomach. Over time, the older was able to find all of the spots Jungkook was most sensitive, and he learned just how hard he needed to suck to make the actions arousing for the younger.

“Hyungggg...” he whined a bit under his ministrations, “Don’t start something you’re not going to finish. I think we have to be out the door in like ten minutes.”

Taehyung hummed but refused to stop his marking. Once he was satisfied with the dark purple bruise staining the otherwise smooth, unmarred skin of his baby’s neck, he pulled back and admired his work.

God, Jungkook looked beautiful.

“How do you feel about playing a little bit while we’re out today, bun?” he asked sensually, pressing a kiss to the younger’s hair.

Jungkook bit back a whimper of arousal at the implications, the nickname only making him want to squirm more. “Y-Yes, please, hyungie. I-I’d really like that.”

He wasn’t quite sure what the older had in mind but playing while they were working usually meant touching under the cover of a table or wearing a butt plug the whole day. Either one made the maknae want to squirm in anticipation.

“Yeah, bun? You gonna be good for hyungie and do whatever he wants today?” Taehyung asked, tightening his arms around the younger’s waist so he was pulled flush against him.

Jungkook gasped as the older’s half-hard cock pressed up against his ass through the fabric of their sweatpants. “W-Wanna be a good boy.”

With a pleased hum, Taehyung pulled back and turned the maknae onto his back so they could face each other properly. The submissive haze over Jungkook’s eyes made Taehyung’s gut coil in arousal. “I’m not going to tease you right now, because today is going to be a little more difficult than usual, baby,” the older explained.

With curious, slightly nervous eyes, Jungkook watched his hyung reach over and pull out an object from the bedside table. He gasped when he realized what it was.

Taehyung held a sparkly pink vibrator in his hands. The object itself wasn’t very big, but it wasn’t small either. It had a good thickness and a length that, when snugly fitted inside his hole, would just graze over Jungkook’s prostate - that was why it had been purchased in the first place.

Jungkook had used it before, and it was definitely one of his favorite toys, but he’d never experienced a vibrator plugging him up throughout the whole workday. He’d used plugs, but never a vibrator.

The maknae nearly whimpered when he mentally went over the day’s itinerary. They didn’t have dance practice (that was one thing that was impossible to get through with anything in his ass) but they did have a few interviews and a quick stage rehearsal for their upcoming concert next week. Though the interviews would be difficult to get through - Jungkook knew that Taehyung would tease him relentlessly throughout it - the stage rehearsal was what worried him the most. It wasn’t as strenuous as they didn’t actually give the choreography their all during the rehearsal, but it wasn’t going to be a walk in the park either.

“I want to be clear, baby,” Taehyung said, eyes turning serious, “I plan to tease you with this today, from when you put it in until tonight, and I won’t go easy on you. But, because it is your birthday, I promise that you’ll get what you want tonight.”

Jungkook understood what he was saying. Orgasm denial was a frequent part of their sex life, and sometimes the younger went weeks without getting off, despite how many times Taehyung brought him close to the edge. It was always so worth it in the end, though. When it was all finished and all those denied orgasms built up and he was finally able to cum.

“Tell me your safewords, bun,” there was an air of dominance about Taehyung’s words that sent a shiver down Jungkook’s spine.

“G-Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop.”

“Good boy,” the older praised with a coo, “You can use your safewords anytime you need and hyungie won’t be upset with you, okay? I need you to understand that, baby.”

Jungkook licked his lips, “I understand, hyungie. W-Want it, please. I promise I’ll tell you if I want to stop.”

Taehyung smiled softly then, the contrast between it and the dominant gaze in his eyes sexy as all hell. “Alright, bun. Hyungie’s gonna open you up a bit for the vibrator, okay?”

Once the maknae vocalized his consent, his hyung worked on slipping the sweats off of Jungkook’s body. Never one to wear underwear under his sweatpants, Jungkook was now completely exposed to the older’s lustful gaze.

“So beautiful, my baby,” Taehyung commented almost mindlessly.

He didn’t waste time teasing the younger right now (the poor maknae was going to be teased all day, so the least he could do was give him a little break) and slipped a couple of lubed up fingers into Jungkook’s tight ass.

Despite Taehyung’s best efforts not to tease the younger, Jungkook was still struggling to hold back his moans. The flashes of pleasure he felt as his hyung stretched him out thoroughly caused his cock to plump up.

As soon as three fingers fit into the maknae’s hole more easily, Taehyung removed them. Jungkook whined out his protests but quieted down as he felt the lubed up vibrator slip past his fluttering rim.

Taehyung firmly pushed the vibrator into place, the younger letting out a little cry as the head of it grazed over his prostate. “Oh, god, TaeTae-hyungie!”

Momentarily, Jungkook worried that he’d overestimated himself. He’d assure the older that he could take the vibrator, but it wasn’t even turned on yet and Jungkook wasn’t sure if he could make through the day with the teasingly gentle pressure.

But a more sinful part of him wanted the teasing, wanted to be brought to the edge and back as many times as Taehyung wished.

“That’s a good boy, Kook,” his hyung praised, leaning down to press a reassuring kiss to the younger’s lips.

Just at that moment, Taehyung’s phone alarm went off, signaling that they needed to get up. The older turned it off quickly, “I won’t turn on the vibrator for at least fifteen more minutes. You might want to make good use of that time and get yourself ready.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and he bolted out of the bed, leaving behind a smugly chuckling Taehyung.

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By five o’clock that night, Jungkook was a hot mess.

The maknae had managed to get through his morning routine and had just finishing breakfast when the vibrator suddenly buzzed to life inside of him. It had only been on the lowest level, but Jungkook had yelped and jumped, causing some of the birthday breakfast cake Jin and Yoongi had made to go flying off of his plate.

“Are you alright, Kook-ah?” Namjoon asked, looking on worriedly from across the table.

The maknae willed himself not to turn into a tomato and instead plastered a smile on his face, “Yeah, I’m fine, just-” the vibrator had gone up a notch and caused him to squeal. He masked the sound by turning it into a cough, “-just really excited for the day!”

The others hadn’t looked like they particularly believed him, but they thankfully let it go in the end.

By the time they got to the set for the interviews, Jungkook had pretty much adjusted to the constant vibrating on the second setting. That particular vibrator had seven levels, and he couldn’t help but wonder how high Taehyung would take it.

Halfway through the first interview, the constant vibrating turned to pulses, falling into a pattern similar to Jungkook’s racing heart. He didn’t startle that time (thank god) but his hands did visibly tighten where they were clutching at the sides of his chair.

Jimin had given him a confused look, silently asking him what was going on. The older had, once again, let it go, as Jungkook proceeded to answer a question from the interviewer.

He had been proud of himself for speaking so eloquently while having a pulsing vibrator shoved up his ass.

Unfortunately, Taehyung had been seated as far away from Jungkook as he possibly could get, which made things even hotter and more nerve-wracking. The younger couldn’t see what his hyung’s hands were doing at all, so he had no idea when he was going to change the setting again, and it had him on edge in the best way possible.

Jungkook somehow survived the four long interviews, with Taehyung slowly changing the vibration levels up to five and alternating between constant vibrations and pulsing ones.

The car ride to the location of the stage rehearsal was a (sort of) break. Taehyung turned the setting down to one again and sat with the younger in the backseat of one of the cars. He ran his hands soothingly through Jungkook’s hair and whispered how good he was being into his ear.

The maknae himself felt only half-alive at that point - somewhere between reality and a faraway place. His whole body was bordering on too warm, his skin a little tacky with sweat.

“Hyungie,” he said softly, so the others seated in the front of the car wouldn’t be able to hear them, “You still promise to let me cum later, right?”

He needed the reassurance because the day was more difficult than he had expected even though he was enjoying it so far. But if he wasn’t even going to cum tonight, he might give up then and there.

Thankfully, Taehyung seemed to understand him completely. “Of course, bun. I’m not going to go back on my word. I’ll let you cum later,” the older confirmed.

With the reassurance, Jungkook decided that no matter how hard the rest of the day was to get through, he wouldn’t use his safewords. He knew that it might be hard, but the reward he would get at the end of the night would be more than worth the teasing.

Stage rehearsal definitely pushed his limits a bit, however.

It was a long day. Between the constant pausing of rehearsal to fix something and Taehyung’s trigger finger of sorts on the remote, the four-hour time frame allotted to their rehearsal seemed to move at a snail’s pace.

At some point, Jimin put the pieces together and realized exactly what was going on. “You kinky bastards,” he said to them with a knowing smirk when he had a moment alone close to them.

Thankfully, the others seemed to have chalked the maknae’s strange behavior up to excitement about his birthday, even though Jungkook had never really been super hyper about turning a year older before.

During a brief break in stage rehearsal, Taehyung turned the vibrator’s power up to the highest level.

Jungkook’s eyes threatened to roll into the back of his head as a flash of heated arousal went through him, and his knees felt weak where they barely held him up. He had to grip on to the nearest object so he wouldn’t fall - that object just happened to be Seokjin.

His oldest hyung looked at him exasperatedly, “What is up with you today, huh?”

“‘M just tired now, hyung,” Jungkook replied, his words already beginning to slur. At least he could write it off as being exhausted.

“See, this is what happens when you get hyper and hop around all day like a fucking rabbit,” Jin shook his head, but even in his haze, the maknae could tell it was fond. “Don’t fall asleep yet, I’m planning to make your favorite dinner tonight.”

Jungkook perked up at that, almost able to ignore the vibrator practically massaging his prostate. “Lamb skewers?” he asked cutely.

Jin nodded with a little chuckle, “Yeah, so you’ve gotta stay awake, alright?” he booped the younger’s nose affectionately.

Jungkook nodded furiously and continued stage rehearsal with renewed determination. Now, not only would he get rewarded with whatever Taehyung had planned, but he also had Seokjin’s homey cooking to look forward to.

Tae grinned from off to the side when he met the maknae’s eyes, his expression spelling trouble.

The younger didn’t realize that dinner with all the hyungs meant another hour of torture until he was seated at the dinner table with mouth-watering lamb skewers and kimchi rice set in front of him.

Taehyung chose that moment to turn constant vibrating of the vibrator to a pulsing buzz.

This always affected Jungkook more than just the constant vibrations, because he had momentary relief that was taken away with a harsh motion against his prostate. He felt drops of sweat trailing down the back of his neck as he tried his best to keep his breathing under control. He felt like he’d run a marathon and it was still early in the evening - they hadn’t even reached the climax yet (pun intended).

Jungkook decided that the best plan of action was to stuff his face with dinner at an inhuman rate. The faster he ate, the faster he could get his reward. It was a little odd, but he moaned at the combination of the taste of the juicy lamb pieces in his mouth and the stimulation in his ass.

He looked up from his plate and saw that the others were looking at him with their eyebrows raised. Belatedly, he realized that he really was stuffing his face at an alarming rate.

The maknae blushed and stuttered out, “It’s really good, Jin-hyung! I’m so hungry.”

Jin seemed placated, his chest puffing out with clear pride. “I’m glad you like it, I worked hard on it just for you.”

Jungkook nodded and felt a bit bad that he wasn’t enjoying the oldest’s homemade dinner to the fullest. But it wasn’t like it was his fault - Taehyung was the one with the remote control to the vibrator after all.

Just as the maknae lifted a skewer to take another bite of the meat, Taehyung, who was conveniently seated next to him, sneakily reached his hand between Jungkook’s back and the chair. He slipped the wandering hand over the younger’s ass, into the back of his jeans, and pushed at the base of the vibrator. This forced the object further into Jungkook’s ass, the vibrator pressing and massaging his prostate more harshly now.

The younger couldn’t hold back a low moan at the sensation, but thankfully it seemed the hyung’s were too involved in their conversations to notice (except Jimin, who just wiggled his eyebrows suggestively in the maknae’s direction). Jungkook gripped at his own jean-clad thighs for something to hold onto. His eyes nearly rolled to the back of his head as his hips involuntarily bucked forwards. The coil sitting low in his gut was tightening and tightening until he was teetering on the edge of his orgasm.

Reluctantly, Jungkook leaned over to say quickly into Taehyung’s ear, “Hyungie, it’s too much. Gonna come.”

Taehyung turned to him with a look of pride. He understood how difficult it was for Jungkook to tell him about his approaching orgasms when the younger knew that his hyung would deny him of them when he did. And yet, without fail, Jungkook told him every time.

“Good boy for telling me,” Taehyung released the pressure on the base of the vibrator and moved his hand up to rub soothingly at the bottom of the younger’s back, just under his t-shirt. “Just wait a bit longer, love, and then you’ll get your birthday present.”

Jungkook shivered at the implications in those words and the teasing little bite his hyung gave to his earlobe.

After a grueling thirty-minutes more of torture, Taehyung finally excused the two of them from the table.

“I think Kookie and I are going to head to bed, hyungs,” he stated with a casual smile, “Thanks for the dinner!”

Jungkook tried his best not to appear too eager at the prospect of the long day finally coming to an end. “Y-Yes, thanks, hyung!” he agreed.

“Of course, the boyfriends need their time alone,” Jimin drawled teasingly, a grin on his face reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat. “Don’t have too much fun, okay?”

The maknae was surely blushing harshly by now, but thankfully Taehyung was pulling them out of the room before he could hear his other hyungs’ responses to Jimin’s comment.

“Goodnight!” the second youngest shouted over his shoulder.

“Happy birthday, Kookie!” Hoseok hollered after him.

“Thanks!” Jungkook just barely managed out.

The second the bedroom door closed behind the maknae, his knees gave out beneath him.

Taehyung was there to catch him and pull him against his own lean body. “Did so good, baby,” he crooned, causing the maknae to fall deeper into his impending headspace. “Did everything hyung wanted today without any complaining.”

Jungkook whimpered, arms weakly coming up to wrap around the older’s neck. “Hyungie, please. N-Need to come. Please let me come.”

“Not yet,” his hyung ordered firmly, “Hyung wants to worship you a bit more tonight.”

The maknae was guided over to the bed and laid down on the soft covers with sure hands. Jungkook didn’t find it difficult to hand over complete control to the older, on the contrary, it always felt amazing to be taken care of like this. And he knew his hyung could never - would never - fail to do so properly.

Pulled into a deep, sensual kiss, Jungkook relaxed into the feeling of his hyung’s lips on his own. Taehyung was a master with his mouth - the maknae swore it - and always knew just how to move his mouth to take Jungkook apart slowly, piece by piece.

The older held his chin firmly with one hand, the action matching the dominating motions of his lips. He nibbled at the younger’s plush lower lip momentarily before he slipped his tongue into Jungkook’s welcoming mouth.

Jungkook whimpered lowly as the small fire in the pit of his stomach grew into a forest fire just from his hyung’s lips alone.

Taehyung proceeded to strip the younger with practiced movements, taking the time to press kisses to every expanse of newly exposed skin. First, his shirt was lifted off of his body and the older left his lips. Taehyung trailed his lips down the maknae’s neck, sucking hickeys in a haphazard pattern across his chest.

Taehyung sunk his teeth into the meat of Jungkook’s bicep, letting his fingernails scrape across the maknae’s abs at the same time, leaving pleasurably stinging trails of red in his wake.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” the older nearly growled as he admired the indents of his own teeth marking Jungkook’s skin. “Love your muscles so much.”

The maknae’s head was spinning with too much arousal for him to even think of forming a proper sentence anymore. He just kept babbling his hyung’s name over and over again, not really sure what he was asking for, or if he was even asking for anything at all.

Taehyung unbuttoned and unzipped the younger’s dark-wash jeans and removed the tight material from his legs with surprising ease, his boxers taken off along with them. The older’s gaze was burning as he took in the sight of his boyfriend splayed so lewdly out beneath him.

“And your fucking thighs,” Taehyung continued, grabbing two handfuls of said thighs. They were corded with muscles, a clear result of the younger’s rigorous workout routine. “Hyung’s sexy bunny.”

Jungkook’s own cock sat uselessly against his stomach, hard and a dark red. The older forcefully pushed his legs apart and bent them at the knee, allowing the makae’s vibrator-stuffed hole to be completely exposed to him. “I love that you’re stronger than me and yet you let me take charge like this. I love that you trust me to take care of you.”

Taehyung grabbed the base of the vibrator and pulled it out a few inches.

Jungkook let out a sigh of relief at the pressure finally, finally being taken off of his prostate. He yelped out in shock a few moments later, however, when his hyung started thrusting the still turned-on object in and out of his fluttering hole.

“F-Fuck, oh god, hyung...” Jungkook whined out mindlessly, “Need your cock. Please, please, please. Want hyungie’s cock.”

He just knew that Taehyung’s dick would fill him better than the vibrator was, that it would be able to hit his prostate with such force that he would see stars. Jungkook wanted that so badly he felt a little insane. Trust his hyung to make him feel crazy in the head in the best of ways.

Taehyung hummed and slowed his movements, eventually pulling the torturous vibrator completely out and tossing it aside after turning it off. “Want my dick to fuck you open, bunny? Want to feel me all the way in your stomach?”

Jungkook moaned out loudly at the thought, “Y-Yes, please. Please, I’ll do anything. Kookie will do anything.”

The switch to speaking in third-person was a clear indicator that Jungkook was deep in the throes of subspace. Taehyung knew it was important to take special care of his baby when he was so far gone, and he had no problem with that whatsoever. Spoiling the younger with love and attention was one of the things he did best.

Taehyung sat up and began stripping himself of his clothes, enjoying the awed look the maknae was giving him as he did so. Even though they’d seen each other naked countless times, his hyung’s built figure always made Jungkook’s mouth water.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he finally replied, reaching over to the bedside table, where the lube he’d used this morning was still sitting. Taehyung spread a good layer of it over his aching cock, the first touch he’d given to it all day.

Taehyung moved back between the maknae’s legs and lined up his dick to the younger’s entrance.

Jungkook squirmed in anticipation when the thick head slipped past his rim. “D-Daddy!”

The older knew that the maknae was stretched out thoroughly, so he pushed his cock into Jungkook’s hole until he was buried to the hilt.

Jungkook felt like he was on cloud nine. He felt so amazingly full with his hyung so deeply inside him like this. He wanted to stay like this forever.

After a few moments given to adjust to the older’s rather large size, Taehyung began thrusting at a generous pace. Jungkook’s hands grappled uselessly at his hyung’s bare shoulders, overwhelmed by the absolute pleasure he was feeling.

Taehyung himself was having a difficult time fighting his own arousal. He’d planned to drag this out a bit longer, but even he couldn’t deny that he was becoming desperate. Teasing the maknae throughout the day and seeing that familiar glazed-over look in his eyes affected him more than he showed visibly.

The older leaned down and kissed Jungkook’s parted lips sweetly, contrasting with the harsh movements of his hips. Moans were slipping unashamedly from the maknae’s throat now, as he got closer and closer to cumming once more. He could only pray that Taehyung was going to let him cum this time.

“God, you feel so fucking tight around my cock, bunny,” Taehyung groaned against his lips, “So good.”

Jungkook whimpered helplessly, “T-Too much, Daddy. K-Kookie needs...needs...”

On any other day, Taehyung might have teased the maknae for not being able to speak properly - play into both of their degradation kinks - but he figured Jungkook had suffered enough for the day. And he’d been so good for him, too.

When he told the maknae as much, Jungkook preened, basking in the praise that pulled the coil in his gut tighter. The maknae felt like he was in the middle of a blazing fire, but instead of pain, he was only feeling overwhelming pleasure.

“You close, baby?” Taehyung asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Y-Yeah, Daddy. Kookie’s close,” the younger panted, eyes half-closed in his pleasure.

Taehyung hummed. Without any warning, the older wrapped a strong arm around the maknae’s back and pulled him close, keeping them together as he maneuvered around on the bed. He settled himself up against the headboard, Jungkook comfortably seated on his dick in his lap.

The new angle caused Taehyung’s cock to hit the younger’s prostate more directly with each thrust, sending Jungkook’s eyes rolling back in his head. The maknae made a high-pitched whining noise as he leaned his forehead on his hyung’s wide shoulder for support.

“Ah! D-Daddy, please!”

Without responding, Taehyung continued to abuse the younger’s prostate with his cock, causing the maknae to become lost in the blurry haze of his high.

Jungkook wanted to cum so badly, but he knew that he couldn’t without explicit permission from his hyung. His neglected cock bobbed against his stomach, and he gasped when Taehyung gripped it easily in his one of his large hands.

It only took a few pumps for Jungkook’s breathing to come even faster than before. “Hhngg - Daddy...please! Please!” the maknae was fucking desperate at that point, begging for release.

Taehyung’s own pace began faltering, a groan tearing its way out of his throat, “Alright, baby, cum for Daddy now.”

Those words were like a trigger - the second they were said, Jungkook was cumming, hot ropes spurting from his cock and leaving a mess on his stomach. The maknae screamed with his orgasm, his mind floating far away as he rode out his high.

Taehyung only needed to thrust into the younger a few more times before he himself was cumming with a grunt, filling the maknae up with his seed. His hand rubbed over the slight rise in Jungkook’s lower abdomen, where he was bloated with Taehyung’s release, and hummed in approval.

Jungkook floated in and out of reality as his hyung cleaned the two of them up and then proceeded to tuck the two of them under the covers. When he finally came back to himself, he realized that his head was resting against the older’s warm chest and Taehyung’s hand was rubbing soothing circles into the bare skin of his back.

The maknae felt sated, relaxed in a way that he could only achieve by cumming after a long period of denial at the hands of his boyfriend. He sighed out contently and snuggled further into his hyung’s chest.

“You back with me, bunny?” Taehyung’s deep baritone questioned.

Jungkook hummed, his eyes fluttering closed as he basked in the calm and warmth and safety he felt.

Taehyung tilted the younger’s head up and planted a sweet kiss on his lips, “Happy birthday, baby.”

The maknae chuckled a bit tiredly, slowly slipping out of the haze of subspace. “Happy fucking birthday to me.”

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A/N: I wrote this in a rush because I wanted to post it before Jungkook’s birthday was over (going be PST) so I know it’s not my best work.

I hope at least that you enjoyed it anyway :)

I will be posting another littlespace drabble on Tuesday!

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Everlong—Jimmy Page Smut

Thanks for 600 followers guys! Here is my gift for you. Btw the next part of Front Page is almost done, should be up later this week!

Author’s Note: Okay time to come clean: I’ve officially become a whore for Jimmy Page’s stomach. I blame that damn photo of him with John Stamos; the photo would be even hotter if it were only Jimmy, but beggars can’t be choosers!

This picture has kept me up these past few nights, So much so that I have to share this recurring dream I’ve had.

And the title is inspired by Everlong by the Foo Fighters, seemed appropriate! Plus I swear I heard it in my dreams!

Enjoy! As always, feedback is encouraged!

Summary: If you’re stressed

May I suggest

Sex with Jim is best

You may soon be obsessed

You threw open the door to your apartment—flat, you thought to yourself (been in England six months and you still haven’t mastered British slang)—and kicked your heels off. It had been a long, hectic day at the publishing company you worked at and you just wanted to curl up with your husband and go to sleep.

That was the plan, until you dragged yourself into your bedroom and found Jimmy sprawled out on the king-sized mattress, sleeping soundly...and looking absolutely beautiful.

His long, ebony hair was framed around his perfect face, his usually intense features softened by a blissful slumber. Even from your spot in the doorway you could hear his gentle breathing patterns, his chest rising up and down rhythmically.

Your eyes couldn’t be stolen from the sight of him; his blue Hawaiian shirt was completely unbuttoned, exposing his chest hair and stomach. You’d never said it aloud for you knew he was quite sensitive about it, but you loved Jimmy’s stomach. You’d spent many a lazy day lying down together, your head resting on his belly while he’d run his long and limber fingers through your hair.

There just wasn’t a flaw in Jimmy Page; you’d been with him long enough to confirm that. Regardless of how he saw himself, he was perfect to you, and that was all that mattered.

That, and possibly the two of you getting a little intimate after your shower.

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You emerged from the bathroom in a plush terra-cotta robe, smelling of lavender and vanilla (two of your husband’s favorite scents; you liked them too because they helped you relax). Even though you knew love making would only serve to make you even more sweaty than you were before your shower, you wanted to feel your absolute best when you were around him.

And now here you were, clean, relaxed, and horny. You need only to fall into bed with your love to gain the fourth emotion you craved: satisfied.

You slowly tiptoed your way over to Jimmy, carefully crawling up next to him and kneeling in the corner of the mattress next to his head. Licking your lips, you closed your eyes and delicately lowered your head down to his, cusping his angelic face in your palms.

You placed a soft, warm kiss on his full pink lips, which had a sleeping beauty effect. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing his hypnotic green eyes.

“Y/N,” Jimmy whispered in a sleepy tone. He leaned up and wrapped you in a warm embrace. “You’re home late. Everything all right?”

You nuzzled your head in the crook of his neck, breathing in the bewitching scent of his hair. He smelled faintly of rainy roses; clearly he’d used the new shampoo you bought him, and clearly you were smitten with it.

“Just a long day,” you murmured between planting love welts on his neck. “I’m just happy to be home, with you. How was your day?”

Jimmy’s rough-yet-gentle fingers traces circles on your back, his other hand tilting your chin up to kiss your nose.

“Productive,” he answered with a slight chuckle. “Eric and Jeff and I had a run-through of our set list for the ARMS concert next week, went extremely well.” His face became a little more serious as he looked downwards for a moment. “It was just like old times.”

You took Jimmy’s hand that had held your chin up and placed it in yours, giving it a gentle squeeze. Even though it had been three years since Led Zeppelin had disbanded, and even though he and Robert were still performing together on occasion, and even though he still got that twinkle in his eyes when he played...things just weren’t the same. Jimmy would always insist that he was fine, but you knew him better than that. He was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve; he coped with sadness by strumming his guitar...and speaking with you.

“You know, I don’t doubt for a second that you’ll ever stop what you’re doing, babe,” you looked him in the eye as you reassured him wholeheartedly. “For every bump your road has taken, you keep going forward, and I love that about you.”

Jimmy smiled and shook his head. “And that’s what I love about you, you remind me there’s still a reason to play.”

He pressed his lips to yours in a kiss that quickly escalated from gentle to passionate as your hands reached for his thick, dark mane. You kneaded your fingers through his curls, eliciting groan from deep within his chest.

“Now, if you don’t mind,” he panted between kisses. “I’d like to play with you.”

You were already aiming to rip his shirt off before he finished delivering his invitation. “Yes,” you whispered hotly into his ear. “I wanna play too.”

His shirt was off by this point, and he was deftly undoing the knot round your bathrobe. Once the robe was to the floor, Jimmy brought you closer to him, your head nuzzled in his chest and your legs wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes were closed as he peppered your cheek with kisses, moving down to your neck, sucking a deep love welt right above your collarbone.

You gripped onto his shoulders as he continued to mark you up; the desire that you’d suppressed all day at the office was gradually increasing with each moment.

“Mmm,” you sighed as you ground your hips on his thigh. Your movements were slow and fluid; you could tell Jimmy was getting more and more hot and bothered each time you moved closer to his ever growing erection.

“You needed this,” Jimmy breathed as he placed one of his hands on your breasts, his other hand propping up your back for support while you kept riding his leg. “Didn’t you?”

“M-more than you know, honey,” you sighed as you brought your hands down from his shoulders to his lower stomach, pausing for a second to enjoy how soft he felt. You didn’t squeeze him, just deftly brushed your hand across the smooth surface of his skin before you moved your palm to the rim of his white jeans.

Your eyes were locked on each other as you continued to pleasure the other one’s bodies, him massaging your now-fully hard breast and you palming his hard cock underneath the fabric of his boxers—pants-- and pants which they called trousers here in your new home.

“Ah, Y/N, I needed this too,” Your husband said in a husky voice as he pressed his forehead to yours.

You kissed the tip of his nose in response.

“I know baby. I’m here. We’re gonna relax together.”

You continued to move your hand up and down his bulge at an agonizingly slow pace. It was erotically ironic: his manhood was aching with tension but his face was melted in pleasure.

Jimmy was moaning for you at this point and, feeling mischievous, you placed the hand that wasn’t feeling him up on his right shoulder and lightly shoved him back so his head hit the down pillows with a soft thud.

“Love, what are you—“

“Jimmy, let me take care of you, please?”

He looked at you with wide eyes at first and then let out a chuckle. He had such an angelic laugh, so warm and childlike.

“Permission granted.” He smiled. You knew he preferred being in charge, but you just couldn’t help yourself. Your sexual tension was all but boiling over now.

You smirked at him and took your hand off his cock, never once breaking eye contact.

Slowly, very slowly, you brought your head to his and planted a soft, innocent kiss on his now full lips. Your hands massaged his tense shoulders as you worked your lips down his body, sucking a love welt near his Adams Apple then nuzzling your nose into his patch of chest hair. His hands caressed your back as you continued to worship him, relishing your loving moves.

“You’re beautiful, my dear. Whatever did I do to deserve you?” Jimmy murmured in a trancelike tone.

“Mmmmmm…” You hummed against his chest in reply. You kissed the space just right above his stomach area, mustering all the willpower you could to contain your joy at arriving at the favorite part of his body.

Tracing your fingers down his arms and bringing his hands in yours so your fingers were intertwined, you placed kiss after kiss on his soft, heavenly belly. You made sure not to spend too much time on this area though; you knew Jimmy was waiting for you.

As you moved downwards towards the edge of his pants, you placed one final smooch on his happy trail and brought your hands to the sides of his hips.

“Take me, now,” he ordered.

“Y-yes, sir,” you replied as you hooked your fingers against the sides of his trousers and pants, moving them lower, lower, lower until he was free, cock fully erect.

You wasted no time positioning yourself between Jimmy’s legs, your lips kissing his tip and placing one hand on the length.

“Ah, woman, what are doing to me?” He cried as your skillful mouth moved up and down his length. You felt his hand come to prop your chin up slightly so your eyes were on him.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look at me while you please me.”

“Mhm,” You grunted. This was typical of him but you enjoyed it. As much as you wanted to treat him he insisted it be the other way around.

You continued to suck him off, your pace increasing as his hips gradually lifted upwards so his cock was now hitting the very roof of your mouth.

“Ah!”

Your mouth suddenly filled up with his hot, white seed. You took it all in, refusing to let any drop go to waste.

You carefully separated your lips from his cock, the two of you panting in unison and looking at each other reverently. You crawled your way back up to him, his arms enveloping you in a loving embrace.

“My giving angel,” he sighed with a kiss to your cheek. “Always treating me. Now I must treat you.”

You squealed in delight as Jimmy flipped you over so he was on top of you, lying on your back and resting your head on the gossamer pillows. You knew what was coming.

Jimmy moved to the foot of the bed, looking at you with an expression of the utmost desire on his face. He got on his knees so he was eye level with your dripping center.

“I’ll take good care of you, my love,” he promised as he climbed into position so that. “How can I not, when you clearly desire me?”

He chuckled at this, making you pout slightly with want. “Jimmy, I—“

Whatever you were about to say was abruptly cut short as Jimmy worked his magic. His hands were securely clamped on your knees; you felt his soft, full lips planting warm kisses on the inside of your thighs, causing a moan of absolute pleasure to fall from your mouth.

He looked up at you with those hypnotic green emeralds, a mischievous smile plastered on his face. You smiled back at him with needy eyes; he knew what he was doing to you. It may have been teasing, but you were slowly unwinding and succumbing to his power.

You were relaxing.

Jimmy inched himself further onto the bed, his hands moving up to your narrow waist now as you lowered your legs on his shoulders. Kissing the spot just above your sex, Jimmy lowered his lips to your hot center and dipped his sinful tongue inside your core.

Gripping the sheets tight in your hands, your breathing became heavier and heavier with each agonizing lick of your walls.

“J-Jimmy, don’t stop,” you moaned. The more his tongue roamed around your clit, the more you felt the all-too familiar sensation that you never tired of.

“Ahhhh,” Jimmy groaned in ecstasy. He was devouring you until the very last drop, taking his time to treasure your sweet taste. He, too, was becoming undone—by your nectar and your voice.

Yet still not as undone as you were becoming. You could feel your orgasm bubbling to the surface, but you held on if only to enjoy the sensation a little longer.

“H-Honey, I—Aaah!” With a screaming bubble of curse words and your husband’s name, you unleashed your full glory on him, and he gladly lapped up the last of your honey.

You were panting heavily when you felt Jimmy’s lips pressing on your stomach, slowly making his way up to your face. He smiled adoringly at you, making your heart melt.

Planting a kiss on your forehead, Jimmy embraced you in a protective hug, ensuring the two of you were both comfortable.

“I dunno what I’d do without you, Y/N,” Jimmy whispered into his neck. “You are, without a doubt, the best thing that could’ve happened to me.”

You smiled and nibbled his ear. “Likewise,” you replied, inhaling his heavenly scent once more. “You complete me, babe, it’s true.”

Jimmy looked at you and smirked. “Now let’s complete each other then, mhmm?”

Before you had a chance to respond, you gasped sharply when you felt his aching manhood gently nestle inside you, your hands instinctively reaching to his shoulders for support.

God, he felt good.

Jimmy smiled down at you with the look of desire; he was reducing you to a puddle and he knew it.

His hips moved up and down in a steady pace that was so rhythmic you could have sworn he was just playing you a song like it was no big deal.

You were lost in a sea of ecstasy as Jimmy’s thrusts gradually increased in speed.

“Christ, Y/N,” Jimmy grunted as you gripped his back tighter with each movement. “Beautiful.”

You could only scream in reply as he continued to milk you of all your worth, your eyes never breaking contact with each other. Your goal of satisfaction was nearly achieved as you felt yourself reaching the precipice.

His palms were grasping at your hips, you could feel his nails digging into your flesh. This sharp little pain was eclipsed by the much greater sensation of Jimmy moving himself in and out of you more and more quickly. The only sounds were your cries and his grunts, and the inevitable skin-on-skin slapping as your bodies became one. His lower stomach pressing to yours with each heavy thrust into you as deeply as you could take him.

Tears were streaming down your face at this point; he brought his lips to your cheeks to kiss you.

“You’re...you’re amazing…” you said between breaths. “I’m gonna cum, Jimmy.”

“Let go, my angel, let it go.”

With a final, nearly wall-shattering yell of your husband’s name, your orgasm overtook you, feeling the weight of the world lift from your shoulders and the sensation drown your entire body in pleasure.

Jimmy followed suit shortly thereafter, his voice hoarse with pleasure as he screamed your name back to you. You both panted a bit as you continued to gaze into each other’s eyes, soon erupting into a fit of lighthearted giggles as he pulled out and rested his head between your breasts.

“Well, my pet, are you relaxed now?” He looked up at you and planted a kiss near your heart, which was pounding madly.

You smirked as you stroked his curls. “More than ever. Another thing I love about you: you’re so therapeutic.”

Jimmy chuckled lightly at that and came up for a kiss. “I could compose a song about the things I love about you, darling.”

You sighed as he settled back into your breasts.

“I’d love that, Jimmy, but you need to sleep. We’ve got all day tomorrow to keep...playing for each other.”

You grinned mischievously at one another and snuggled up for the night, thankful tomorrow was Saturday...and how soft Jimmy’s stomach felt against yours.

Life was good.

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Survey #247

“i tried to choke my mom with my umbilical cord, the doctor was too busy amputating my horns.”

Have you ever had confetti pancakes? I don't believe so. Do you obsess over your appearance? To a degree, ex. in regards to weight. Are you responsible for stuffing someone’s stocking? No. What’s your favorite romantic comedy? Ah man, idk. I like romcoms, just none are coming to mind right now. Do you stock up on make-up palettes during November? ????? no????? Have you ever taken a class online? Yes. Do you have a Neopets account? Omg I have so many piled up, I'm sure, lol. Loved that shit and kept going back. Do you make your own smoothies or juices? No. Do you think time really does heal all? No. Are you more sensitive to heat or the cold? HEAT, FUCKING CHRIST. Has anyone searched your room for anything recently? Mom helped me search for one of my mood stabilizers that the cat got out of my basket... We never found it. A new bottle. Thank god my psychiatrist just gave me a sample pack til my prescription can be refilled. Is anything in your room purposely hidden? Yes. Do you get a cold around the holidays? I rarely get sick, regardless of the season. Does it snow where you live? Rarely. Have you ever been pranked via hidden camera? No. Is hair gel a turn off on guys? "Not necessarily, but too much can be." <<<< This. Do you think cursing makes people sound unintelligent? Lol fuck off. What’s something you can cook extremely well? The only thing I CAN cook is cheesy scrambled eggs but I mean they're exceptionally good lol. Have you ever been bitten by a snake? Nope. How about a spider? Possibly at some point. If you don't want kids, was there ever a time you did, and vice-versa? The only time I ever wanted kids was deep into Jason's and my relationship. It's funny because I wanted three and now I'm just all NOPE. I stopped wanting kids after him. What is your favorite color for bridesmaid dresses? Idc. Do you ever count sheep to help you fall asleep? No. Do you have a youtube channel? If so, when did you start it? Yeah. I was on YouTube real early... don't remember the actual year, though. Do you have a secret crush right now? No. When was the last time you called customer service? I haven't. Do you take birth control pills? Not currently for mood reasons, but with my incredible fear of being raped, I kinda wanna go back. Do you like chocolate cake? Yeah man. Do you know anyone who doesn’t want to have kids? Plenty of people, myself included. Do you regret letting a certain guy or girl slip away? Ugh idk. There's no telling how awfully or well that path would've gone. Have you ever fainted? Yes. Do you consider yourself a good artist? Decent, anyway. Do you ever play board games anymore? Not really, I don't enjoy board games. The only time I ever really do is if Girt's over cuz that's like our "thing." Who was your first celebrity crush? Whew, Jesse McCartney. Who in your family did you get your height from? Mom. Who did you get your smile from? your hair color? your eye color? Smile, idk. Hair, also unsure. Dad was born dirty blond like me, but his hair turned black. Meanwhile I think Mom has always had brown hair, but hers is very dark/almost black. My maternal grandpa had blue eyes like me. Do you have big or small hands? Idk, normal. What was the name of your first imaginary friend you remember having? I never really had one. Do you pray to God regularly? Considering I don't believe in Him, no. What is your favorite version of the Bible to read? Even growing up religious, I sure never spent time reading various versions of the Bible. Have you been baptized? If so, how and where were you baptized? I was as a baby in a Roman Catholic church. You know, the traditional baptism with being dipped in water. Do you eat meat? Sadly. What college did you go to? and what was your major? I'm not sharing what college I go to, but my major is Art & Design. Do you miss living with a roommate? I look back on living with Jason, Jacob, and Amanda fondly most of the time, but idk if I can say I miss it. I at least don't miss my mental health. Have you ever been abused in any way? I feel incredibly thankful that I haven't... It seems like most people I know have been in some way or form. Do you like unicorns? Yeah man, they're dope. How old were you when you found out Santa wasn’t real? Idk, some year in elementary school. Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? Ha ha no, I've got a cat for that. He insists on being cuddled most of the time. Name 3 things you are allergic to. Just pollen and silver. Oh, I do get headaches from artificial sweeteners, but "allergic" seems like the wrong word. Is there one book you have read over and over again because it’s so good? if so, which is it? The only two books I know I've read more than once are Because of Winn-Dixie and the Meerkat Manor book. Who was your favorite Rugrats character? Uhhh I think it was just regular ole Tommy. Which fairytale resembles your life the most? Uh idk. Do you play games on your phone a lot? No. What’s your favorite thing to do on your phone? Text Sara. Where do you buy most of your clothes? Wal-Mart or Hot Topic. Who is your favorite cousin? I don't have a favorite. Do you have family that lives in another state? Oh yeah, we're all the hell over the place. What states have you lived in? Only NC. Do you watch birth vlogs on youtube? bitch what the fuck What is your favorite type of cake? Red velvet. Favorite arcade game? I neeeeeed to find an arcade one day that actually has the Silent Hill game. It's so rare. I'm sure I'd love it. Have you ever found a roller coaster relaxing? Uh no, but I've never been on one, nor can I even imagine one ever being relaxing. Have you ever seen a spirit? I believe I have. Have you ever been kidnapped? Yikes no. Is there a running trail near your house? Not that I'm aware of. A game you cheated on in elementary school? None that I remember? Do you wear a retainer at night? I'm SUPPOSED to, but I haven't in so long that it doesn't even fit anymore. Where is the last place you had a kiss? The airport. When was the last time you cried out of physical pain? I think it hasn't been since that infected cyst was drained in like late '16. FUCK that. Have you ever done anything to Support the Troops? No. Do you donate blood? I did once, but now I'm too nervous to because I know I don't drink enough water and don't wanna faint. Have you ever owned the socks with toes on them? Ha, yeah, my sisters and I did. They were just a silly gift sometimes. What were you the last time you went trick or treating? WOW I couldn't even try to tell you, that's reaching far back. What was your favorite part about studying ancient Greeks and Romans? The badass names lmao. Where did your mom go to high school? Somewhere in NY. What’s a subject you would never major in? Mathematics. Is there someone who you can turn to for money and not be ashamed? No. I'm only EVER capable of doing so with Mom, but even then I don't like it. Have you ever swam in a river? Yeah, as a kiddo. I don't think I would now. What food do you love the smell of while it’s cooking? Cinnamon rolls omfggggg. What food do you hate the smell of uncooked? Fish, I guess? Has a bee ever stung you? Yes, once. Where did you last go camping? Never been. In what month do you start Christmas shopping? I can't Christmas shop considering I don't have an income. Have you ever slept in a bed with someone with bad BO? Yes. Do you have a favorite flavor at Baskin Robbins? No. Have you ever had a crush on a celebrity of the same sex? HUNNY Hannah Hart is a GODDESS godDAMN What kind of flowers would you plant in your garden? I'm too lazy for a garden. Do you believe that kids should be taught abstinence? I would definitely inform them of it being a completely valid and safest form of STD prevention, but I don't believe it should be what is "right." What's important is educating them on safe sex and to choose whom they're intimate with very carefully. I absolutely encourage them being taught what being "too young" means, too. Now what "too young" is can be argued, but let's be a late teen at least. When’s the last time you went to Chuck E. Cheese? Boy, I don't have a clue. What’s your favorite cheese or cheese flavored food? American. Cheese-flavored food is absolutely impossible to pick. Do you like black licorice? I hate licorice. Do you watch anything on the E! network? No. Have you ever tried out or thought of trying out for American Idol? Nope. Did you keep any momentos of high school dances? I had my... what's it called? The flower band on your wrist? Whatever, I had that for a long time. Do you still have clothes from your high school dances? I have both prom dresses. I'm probably gonna try to sell them this prom season though because I have absolutely no reason to keep them, and I'm poor lmao. Can you touch your nose with your tongue? No. Ever been to the original 13 colonies? I live in NC so like,,, Have you ever been to a concert that got out of control? Nope. Can you jump rope double dutch? I used to be able to as a kid. I loved jump rope. If a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? Eek... idk. Actually, I might know. I want to know, but also don't, if whether or not how I treated Jason after the breakup was abusive or not. I've asked people in my life, old therapist included, if it was from what I told them (which was honest), and the unanimous answer has been no, that I was sick/actually insane and heartbroken beyond words, but yeah. I still wonder about it. Do you have a bucket list? If so, what are the top three things? Not really, but I mean of course there's things I wanna do, top two (idk about three) being to meet Mark and visit the KMP to photograph and pet the meerkats. Do you feel you had a happy childhood? For the most part, yeah. When did you last cry in front of another person? Last week when I was having a meltdown about school. How do you feel about tattoos and piercings? Explain. I LIVE!!!!!!!! FOR THEM!!!!!!!! As someone who never felt totally comfortable in her body, one thing that has always helped me has been new tats and piercings. It's like a more permanent form of make-up, you could say. All they've ever done is make me like a part of myself. Do you wear a lot of makeup? Why/why not? I almost never do unless I want to take a "pretty" picture. Talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. JINKIES!!!!!!! UHHHHHHH man that's hard 'cuz there's a whole whoppin' load. I guess I can talk about some lyrics from Ozzy's "Life Won't Wait" that used to make me really emotional back in the dark days: "Every day that you wait, you're falling faster / no sleight of hand, no twist of fate, no ever after / when it's gone - it's gone, a fight to the bitter end." Just that whole song used to sting so much when I felt like I really was just entirely wasting my life being sad every day. Just like... a lot of Ozzy's lyrics have really resonated and stuck with me. I still have the hardest time believing the Parkinson's news. God, life's cruel. Poison a legendary singer's voice. I hope, so long he feels truly capable, this concert still happens so I can actually hear and see him one time and literally sob and okay I'm getting emotional basically I Love Ozzy Osbourne. List the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel. Ha, speaking of concerts. Only seen Alice Cooper, but it was aaaaaaamazing! Outside in a (mostly light) thunderstorm playing some classic good shit. It was a fun adventure, especially having my younger sis, a full-on redneck, come along just because she was bored and came for the ride. She was so, so, SO confused and creeped out and was NOT fucking happy when he brought his python on stage as he usually does. We were absolutely drenched when it was over; the ride home, we were freezing, and changing out of those soaked clothes was like a holy experience. Who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? Jason telling me he forgives me and doesn't hate me. Do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organized/not organized? I don't, sadly. My bed is where I do like... everything, which I hate. I'd love to turn my sister's old room into like my "work" room, where I do homework, draw, etc., but I can't for a number of reasons. What is your night time routine? Go to the bathroom, take my meds, go to bed. Not very complicated. What’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? Certain places I've "done things" oops. If you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? I wanna dye my hair lilac currently. I wouldn't change the style. What’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? N/A What’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? Murder, to name just one. If you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? If you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? My hair is short now. What is the most important thing to you in your life right now? My mental health.

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fyeah-bangtan7 · 5 years

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The Greatest Showmen: An exclusive look inside the world of BTS

Maybe you saw them piled on the klieg-lit couches of Ellen DeGeneres and Jimmy Fallon, trading light bilingual banter with their starstruck hosts. Maybe it was when they spoke solemnly on mental health and self-love at the United Nations General Assembly last September, or when a wall of dolphin-like screams greeted them as they rolled into February’s Grammy Awards in trim matching tuxedos, their hair tinted various shades of pastel macaron.

Or maybe the cover of this magazine is the first time you’ve truly noticed BTS. (Stranger things have happened in 2019.) But it seems indisputable to say that sometime over the past two years, the septet have taken over the world: two No. 1 albums on the Billboard chart in the span of three months; more than 5 billion streams combined on Apple Music and Spotify; a string of sold-out concert dates from the Staples Center in Los Angeles to London’s famed Wembley Stadium.

That hardly makes them the first boy band to dominate a cultural moment, but the fact that they are all Korean-born and -raised, singing Korean-language songs only occasionally sprinkled with English, feels like something brand-new. And it speaks to an unprecedented kind of global currency — one where pop music moves without barriers or borders, even as geopolitics seem to retreat further behind hard lines and high walls.

On a blindingly bright March day in Seoul five weeks before the release of their upcoming sixth EP, Map of the Soul: Persona, the band is holed up at their record label Big Hit Entertainment, preparing. Buildings like this are where much of the magic of the phenomenon known as K-pop happens, though Big Hit’s headquarters on a quiet side street in the city’s Gangnam district (yes, the same one Psy sang about in his 2012 smash “Gangnam Style”) look a lot like any other tech office: sleek poured-cement corridors and glass-box conference rooms scattered with well-stocked mini-fridges, plush toys, and the occasional beanbag chair. Only a display case stacked with a truly staggering number of sales plaques and statuettes, and a glossy large-scale photo print of BTS at their sold-out concert at New York’s Citi Field last October, give away the business they do here.

Down a long hallway, all seven members lounge in various states of readiness as they gear up to pretape a thank-you video for an iHeartRadio award they won’t be able to accept in person. Jimin, bleached blond and pillow-lipped, is having his hair carefully flat-ironed in a wardrobe room filled with racks of coordinated denim and neon streetwear. Dozens of pairs of pristine Nikes and Converse are piled in a corner; a lone fun-fur jacket the color of strawberry ice cream slumps on a hanger behind him, like a neglected Fraggle.

Jung Kook, the baby of the band at 21, sits obediently in a folding chair in the dance studio, also having his hair tended to; J-Hope strides by in a white dress shirt emblazoned with an over-size silk-screen of Bart Simpson, then grins and disappears. Suga, V, and Jin huddle together on low sofas next door, scrolling through their phones and occasionally singing fragments of American R&B star Khalid’s “My Bad.” Twenty-four-year-old RM, the group’s de facto leader and lone fluent English speaker, is the last to arrive.

They run through their speech for a camera crew and do maybe four or five takes until the director is satisfied. Then they settle in for a conversation in an airy break room upstairs, accompanied by their longtime translator, a large, amiable bald man in a business suit named John. (Unless noted, the answers of all members other than RM come through him.) Several weeks after returning from their first Grammys, they’re still riding high off the experience: presenting the award to H.E.R. for Best R&B Album; chatting with Shawn Mendes in the men’s room — “I was like, ‘Do I need to tell him who I am?’ ” Jimin remembers, “but then he said hello first, which was really nice” — and being seated only a sequin’s throw from Dolly Parton. (“She was right there in front of us!” marvels Jung Kook. “Amazing.”)

As happily dazzled as they still seem to be by other celebrities, seeing BTS in the flesh triggers the same disorienting but not unpleasant sense of unreality. On screen, the band can look disconcertingly pretty; avatars of a sort of poreless, almost postgender beauty who seem to exist inside their own real-life Snapchat filters. In person they’re still ridiculously good-looking, but in a much more relatable, boyish way: bangs mussed, even the occasional chapped lip or small (okay, minuscule) blemish. Take away their Balenciaga high-tops and the discreet double Cs of Chanel jewelry, and they could almost be the cute college guy next to you at the coffee shop or on the train.

Except riding public transportation or casually dropping into a Starbucks stopped being an option for BTS a long time ago. In Seoul, their faces are plastered across makeup kiosks and street signs and the sides of buses — even on massive digital billboards that are bought and paid for by private citizens to acknowledge a beloved member’s birthday, or just because. In cities like São Paulo and Tokyo and Paris, fans camp out days in advance for concerts and public appearances, obsessively trading trivia and rumored sightings. When the band posted their takethis link opens in a new tab on Drake’s #InMyFeelingsChallenge, it became the most liked tweet of 2018; this summer, Mattel will release an official line of BTS dolls.

In the still center of this bizarre fame hurricane, the boys have managed to find a few pockets of normalcy. Jimin wistfully recalls a time in Chicago when they were able to slip out of their hotel rooms undetected “late at night, just to get some fresh air.” But most places, he admits, “that’s really out of the question” unless they split into smaller groups. “I mean, look at us,” RM adds with a laugh, running a hand through his own silver-nickel bangs. “Seven boys with dyed hair! It’s really too much.”

Instead, they focus on the things they can do, like sneaking out to the movies (“Always the latest or earliest show,” says RM, if they want to stay unseen), shopping online (V loves eBay, especially for clothes), going fishing, playing StarCraft at home. Group housing is actually common for K-pop stars, and BTS seem to appreciate the shared stability: “We’ve been living together for a while now, almost eight, nine years,” says Jimin. “So in the beginning we had a lot of arguments and conflicts. But we’ve reached the point where we can communicate wordlessly, basically just by watching each other and reading the expressions.”

Though they’re unfailingly polite and attentive in interviews, there’s a certain amount of contained chaos when they’re all together — a sort of tumbling-puppy cyclone of playful shoves, back slaps, and complicated handshakes — but also a surprising, endearing sweetness to the way they treat one another in quieter moments. When a question is posed to the group, they work hard to make sure each one of them is heard, and if someone is struggling to find a word, they’ll quickly reach out for a reassuring knee pat or side hug.

Even with the language barrier of speaking to an American reporter, though, their individual personalities quickly start to emerge: Asked to name their earliest pop memories, the answers land all over the map. “I loved Pussycat Dolls’ ‘Stickwitu,’ ’’ says J-Hope, the group’s most accomplished dancer, snapping his fingers and cooing the chorus. For RM, who started out in Seoul’s underground rap scene, it’s Eminem’s “Lose Yourself.” (“I think that’s, like, a life pick for so many people around the world,” he admits, “but I can’t forget when I first watched 8 Mile and heard the guitars. That was my turning point.”) For Jung Kook, who has released covers of Justin Bieber and Troye Sivan songs, it was Richard Marx’s deathless lite-FM ballad “Now and Forever.”

The soft-spoken Suga cites John Lennon’s “Imagine” as “the first song I fell in love with,” which feels like a fitting gateway to ask where BTS see themselves in the pantheon of musical heartthrobs that the Fab Four essentially invented. “Sometimes it feels really embarrassing when someone calls us a 21st-century Beatles or something like that,” RM concedes. “But if they want to call us a boy band, then we’re a boy band. If they want to call us a boy group, we’re a boy group. If they want to call us K-pop, then we’re cool with K-pop.”

Ah, K-pop. In South Korea, where the genre has become not just a prime cultural commodity but a multibillion-dollar export, the players, known as “idols,” go through rigorous Fame-style schooling in song and dance and media training that often goes on for years before they’re considered ready for the spotlight. And it’s paid off: Business has been booming since the early ’90s, with stars from Girls’ Generation to G-Dragoncrossing over to various markets across Asia, Europe, and the Americas. But while the sound has remained fairly consistent — a canny mix of club-ready beats, hyper-sweetened choruses, and the more urban inflections of Western hip-hop and R&B — it’s never before landed with the lightning-bolt impact of BTS.

Bang Si-Hyuk, the CEO and founder of Big Hit, began putting the band together in 2010, when all the members were in their tweens or teens: RM and Suga were coming up on the local rap scene; Jimin and J-Hope studied dance at performing-arts schools; V, who focused on singing early on, joined officially in 2013. Jin was an aspiring actor recruited off the street for his striking looks; Jung Kook, now the group’s main vocalist, joined while he was still in junior high.

Though fansites tend to lean on their extracurricular differences (Jung Kook is a Virgo who loves pizza! V collects ties and clenches his teeth in his sleep!), each member genuinely does hold a unique space in the group’s process, whether it’s leaning more toward production, lyrics, or the supersize hooks the songs rest on. “With seven members we have seven different tastes, of course,” says RM. “So when it comes to songwriting, it’s like a big competition.” Occasionally, adds J-Hope, “we’ll write a lyric and decide, ‘This sort of reflects me [more], who I am and my own color,’ so we’ll want to keep that for a solo song.”

Because Big Hit doesn’t restrict their right to funnel some ideas into side projects — and because the appetite for more BTS-sourced material online is seemingly unquenchable — members regularly release solo work through EPs, SoundCloud, and mixtapes. But the primary impact still comes through the official album releases, and the particularly weighty subjects those songs take on — a notable departure from the narrow, often strenuously upbeat topics other K-pop artists typically cover.

“I promised the members from the very beginning that BTS’ music must come from their own stories,” says Bang; their subsequent openness about their own struggles with depression, self-doubt, and the pressure to conform took them all the way to the U.N. last fall, where RM addressed the band’s Love Myself campaign and #ENDviolence youth partnership with UNICEF.

“They stand out,” says Japanese-American DJ and producer Steve Aoki, a top-selling global dance artist who has also collaborated with the band on several tracks. “And I’m not just talking about K-pop. They add so much of their personality to the music and into their stories and how they present themselves. And the world has fallen in love with them because they are showing that vulnerable side that everyone wants to see.”

It helps, too, that the group’s more pointed messages are often slipped into the sticky aural peanut butter of anthems like “No More Dream,” “Dope,” and “Am I Wrong.” But they always appreciate the chance, Suga says, to get “a little more raw, a little more open.” RM elaborates: “I think it’s an endless dilemma for every artist, how much we should be frank and honest. But we try to reveal ourselves as much as we can.”

Honesty has its limits, of course, when you’re the biggest band in the world. Asked to describe the new album, due April 12 (at press time, it had already hit over 2.5 million in preorders), members offer up cryptic but enthusiastic koans like “therapeutic” and “refreshing crispness.” To be fair, they can’t say much in part because the new album’s track list isn’t actually finalized yet — late decisions being a luxury of in-house production — though they do agree to play one song, a propulsive rap-heavy banger called “Intro: Persona.” (It was released as a teaser March 27; you can watch the video herethis link opens in a new tab.)

When it comes to more personal questions about the challenges of dating or the goals they might want to pursue post-BTS, they pivot so gracefully to evasive, nonspecific answers, you almost can’t help but be impressed; it’s like watching a diplomat ice-dance. They want you to know that they are incredibly grateful for the devotion of their fans, and so blessed to be exactly where they are; that they really don’t think in terms of five- or 10-year plans. But they turn reflective when the subject of American pop’s holy grail, the Hot 100 singles chart, is raised. They cracked the top 10 last year with “Fake Love” but have yet to reach a higher spot, largely because mainstream radio airplay—a huge component of Hot 100 domination—still eludes them Stateside.

“It will have to be a great song,” Suga acknowledges, “but also there’s a whole strategy that’s associated with getting all the way up. And then there has to be a measure of luck, obviously. So what’s important for us is just to make good music and good performances and have those elements come together.” Does a Spanish-language smash like 2017’s “Despacito” — which spent a record 16 weeks at No. 1 — make them more optimistic about their own odds? “You know, Latin pop has its own Grammys in America, and it’s quite different,” RM says thoughtfully. “I don’t want to compare, but I think it’s even harder as an Asian group. A Hot 100 and a Grammy nomination, these are our goals. But they’re just goals — we don’t want to change our identity or our genuineness to get the number one. Like if we sing suddenly in full English, and change all these other things, then that’s not BTS. We’ll do everything, we’ll try. But if we couldn’t get number one or number five, that’s okay.”

Aoki, for one, has faith they’ll get there. “I think it’s 100 percent possible that a song sung entirely in Korean could crack the top of the Hot 100. I firmly believe that, and I really firmly believe that BTS can be the group that can do that. It’s going to pave the way for a lot of other groups, which they’ve already been doing—and when that happens, we’re all gonna celebrate.”

Back at Big Hit, though, the band has more immediate work to do. RM offers a quick tour of his production room (each member has his own dedicated space on site). The door outside is guarded by a quirky assemblage of figurines by the renowned street artist Kaws, but inside feels, incongruously, like stepping into a tiny, luxurious Sundance lodge that also just happens to have a soundboard: There’s a beautiful coffee table made from a single piece of black walnut; Navajo-style rugs; tasteful art on the walls. RM talks easily about his admiration for producers like Zedd and the Neptunes (“Pharrell Williams and Chad Hugo were my true idols in 2006, 2007. Pharrell’s voice! It’s so sexy, how he sings”), and plays down his own skills (“As a beatmaker, Suga is way better than me. I don’t even know how to play the piano — I just do the chords like this,” he insists, miming keyboard Muppet hands).

Then it’s back to the dance studio, where they’ve changed into track pants and T-shirts to run through new steps with a choreographer. It starts with a rough triangle formation, and an elaborate hip-swivel-into-pelvic-thrust/crotch-grab combo that actually plays much more innocently than it sounds, mostly because they keep stopping to crack each other up. Soon, though, they drill down — repeating the moves until they seem crisp but easy, almost an afterthought. It feels like time to leave them; the boys wave happily, shouting out a rowdy chorus of goodbyes. Then they turn back to the mirror, and keep dancing.

#bangtan #jimin #jungkook #v #suga #jhope #jin #rm #o:interview #190328

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(1) Can I just say I hate all this Freddie Mercury biopic wank with a passion? Like, this hellsite went from "Queen is one of those boring 'classic' bands all whites are obsessed with bc they won't even consider new music by diverse artists u.u" to "WWRY is clearly a song about rebellious queer youth, cishets don't touch Queen u.u" after someone pointed out Freddie's ethnicity and sexuality, to "why aren't they making Freddie gay in the biopic!!!11" and... whatever they're whining about now.

(2) And I HATE looking at all this bs and thinking "fake fans", bc I'm pretty damn sure that by most standards, *I* count as a "fake fan", too. I mean, most stuff I know about the band's history is actually stuff about Freddie, thanks to a few documentaries centered around him and my mom, the long-time fan with a big crush on Freddie who introduced me to Queen when I was a kid. Hell, I couldn't even name all their albums or anything needed to be considered a "true fan". But ppl on here... ugh. (3) It's like they're really embarrassed bc they were called out on mistaking "woke" stuff for "unwoke" stuff, and now they have this desperate need to prove their ability to discern wokeness by getting offended about something they don't even care all that much about, as loudly and dramatically as they can.

HAHAHAHAHA.

okay so, tldr: I hate this discourse and I honestly hope that it dies within two weeks out of the biopic for a whole lot of reasons amongst which the ones you said, but like, this discourse actually highlights a shitload of issues with the usual tumblr discourse which I will gladly go into now because I’m fucking tired and this movie isn’t out yet.

now, premise: while I don’t think that true fans are a thing - at most there’s casual fans or in-depth fans but I mean, a fan is a fan so I don’t believe in the *fake* fans thing..... the problem here isn’t that they’re fakes. it’s that they aren’t fans. period.

other premise: from what you’ve said you’re a casual fan which is normal and you DON’T count as fake I mean if you like them and listen to them and know something it’s basically being a casual fan same as I am with idk the rolling stones, I like the famous stuff, I have the fundamental records and I like them when they’re on but that’s it.

but, yours truly is a Not Casual Queen Fan in the sense that a) I got into them when I was seventeen and I’m thirty now so thanks it’s been a while, b) I own all the records, c) I own a decent portion of roger taylor’s/brian may’s solo records (and I have listened to all of them that I couldn’t buy), d) I went to see them live once (k it was with paul rodgers but nvm guys not my fault if I wasn’t born in time for freddie) and I love queen’s music and I’m also fucking cishet and you know what? these people Are Not Fans and they should stop pretending they are and just stop making themselves look like assholes.

SPECIFICALLY:

the movie’s not out yet and I’ve had to see FIFTEEN ‘FRIENDLY REMINDER TO ALL CISHETS THAT FREDDIE MERCURY WAS GAY (at least a couple said he was bi and they were less asshole-ish) AND POC AND IF YOU DON’T KNOW YOU’D BETTER LEARN NOW HAHAHAHA YOU THOUGHT HE WASN’T. spoilers: every fucking casual queen fan who has bothered to buy three records knows that. yes, also the cishets. like, as someone who went from VERY CASUAL (ie: I know three songs) to NOT CASUAL in the span of two months I can 100% assure you that before getting into queen the usual preconceptions are that freddie was gay and that queen = freddie + three other people. the first three things you learn when getting into queen are (more or less in order but it can change) that a) the band was actually brian may + roger taylor first, b) that roger brought freddie in because they knew each other already, c) that mary austin was a fundamental person in freddie’s life and that she was also brian may’s ex and knew him first before they got together, d) the members’s backstories including where freddie was born, so like...... this idea that CASUAL CISHET FANS wouldn’t know that freddie was a) not heterosexual, b) poc is just something a NON-FAN would say because guess what, most queen fans even at a casual level are 100% aware that freddie was a) not heterosexual, b) not ethnical british. and saying that OMG CISHETS DON’T KNOW it’s ridiculous because guess what, everyone knows and if they have no idea they do, though luck, we did;

(spoilers: I also am 99% sure that those ppl have no idea that roger and brian actually sing on the records and composed a shitload of the music and queen =/= ONLY FREDDIE but okay)

they have no idea that rock music in the 70s/80s was not so heteronormative and was not the cishetmalething they think it is. like, please look at led zeppelin (ie THE PEOPLE WITHOUT WHOM YOU WOULDN’T HAVE HEAVY METAL) and tell me they were heteronormative. like, you saw robert plant? yeah, me too. and the thing was that queen were revolutionary in the sense that they brought an operatic/theatrical approach to the music that no one tried before but guess what, the point is that they made it sell. the thing that I would like tumblr Woke People to grasp is that what made queen groundbreaking as far as Wokeness goes is that they managed to sell and become the monster-moneymaking group they were (while keeping things quality) with a frontman who was Not Heterosexual, Did Not Try To Pass For Heterosexual One Day In His Life and Never Shied Away From It. like, idk if people are aware that while the scene was way less heteronormative than they think it still wasn’t the most openly talked about topic around (I mean guys elton john did marry a woman at some point X°DDD), but going around in the seventies flaunting your non-heterosexualness around and selling millions of copies making your stage persona a selling point of your music wasn’t exactly common. like ffs one of the most famous queen songs has a video where for 3/4 of the time they’re in drag and the other part has freddie performing with the royal ballet (and guess what the song was actually written by john deacon and the idea of doing the video in drag was roger taylor’s and none of them as far as we know is Not Heterosexual, but never mind giving the rest of the band some credit when it came to Not Caring About Heteronormativity) and fine, that video was banned/controversial, but it still was a huge british hit and it’s in the top five queen songs Everyone Knows. and tbh I’m terrified of that video being shown in the biopic (which it should since the works was from ‘84 and they stop at ‘85) because I’m 100% sure that those people have no idea it exists and when they find out how long is it gonna take them to decide that IT’S PROBLEMATIC? I mean, Woke Kids on here think the rhps is problematic, I’m shuddering at the thought of what they’d think of the i want to break free video;

actually a lot of us cishet queen fans might have had a wake up call including, er, finding out certain preferences, thanks to either their music or their shows or their videos (*cough* I 100% assure you that watching roger taylor in drag was what made me realize crossdressing was my thing for good like I knew before but I didn’t actually put two and two together until I saw that video and went like ‘............. AH WELL SHIT THEN THAT’S IT FAIR ENOUGH’), and a lot of us cishet queen fans who weren’t, like, strictly playing to heteronormative rules back in the day found a lot to relate to in their music even without being queer ourselves and guess what I’ve never met a single queen *fan* who could give less of a damn about freddie’s ethnicity or orientation (as in: everyone was a-okay with it) regardless of their background. that was what made them groundbreaking and extremely important as well, because they managed to be that kind of record-selling records-breaking band while not shying away from having a Not Heterosexual frontman AND Not Heteronormative Heterosexual Band Members Who Also Didn’t Give Two Fucks About Their Lead Singer’s Sexuality so going like OMG NOW WE’RE GONNA TEACH YOU THAT FREDDIE WASN’T HETEROSEXUAL BECAUSE WE’RE WOKE is ridiculous because dearest susan, we already knew and we already were woke about that and to us he was the frontman of a band we liked for a bunch of reasons;

also I don’t think people realize that freddie was a role model/example for the entire next generation of rock bands frontmen even in genres that had zilch to do with him - I mean guys AXL ROSE had a hero-worship for freddie and sang bohemian rhapsody at the freddie memorial concert WITH ELTON JOHN and grn really aren’t the same exact sphere as queen jsyk, but if you look at axl on stage esp. when he was younger? guys. it’s obvious. like you can see the influence. but lmao, now ALL the very cishet(-ish) singers who OPENLY SAID FREDDIE INFLUENCED THEM DIDN’T KNOW ACCORDING TO TUMBLR DOT COM?

LIKE, fuck’s sake, one of freddie’s major accomplishments in that sense was to ending up being a role model for younger singers in a genre where heteronormativity is way less common than everyone thinks BUT where not many people esp. back in the day would be open about their sexuality because it still was a taboo-ish thing -- like, gender roles were a lot more blurred but you wouldn’t hear many of those people admitting openly they were bi or gay or Not Heterosexual and the entirety of the rock scene especially mainstream but also not was entirely fucking aware of it, do these people think THE FANS wouldn’t?

also, we will rock you was WRITTEN BY BRIAN MAY AND IT WAS ABOUT A FUCKING ENCORE WHERE THE FANS SURPRISED THEM AT ONE SHOW IN LIKE MID-SEVENTIES which already shows that They Know Nothing because if they think freddie wrote all the queen songs then it’s already obvious they have no fucking clue about how queen worked as a band because all the members contributed something (guys john deacon wrote at least two of their major hits, roger taylor sang on all the records along with brian may and if you hear the back harmonies on ‘39 he goes way higher than freddie and a part in seaside rendezvous has both him and freddie mimicking other instruments with their voice and you wouldn’t know if no one told you first, brian may wrote a SHITLOAD of music for queen and it was an all-four effort, not just freddie + three other generic british dudes for fuck’s sake) so like, anyone saying that is already giving ample proof that they have no idea;

now of course you can interpret it as whatever the hell you want, but assuming that all of queen’s music that might relate to queer issues was written by freddie ABOUT QUEER ISSUES (this when freddie’s main topic of interest was... not really discussing his sexuality especially in the seventies like again, I want to break free is one of the queen to-go songs everyone brings up when it comes to that topic and IT WAS WRITTEN BY SOMEONE ELSE and the video concept was THANKS TO SOMEONE ELSE) just shows that a) you don’t know shit about the band’s history, b) you’re not a fan because you didn’t even bother to look it up on wiki, c) you’re trying to look woke at all costs;

they have NO FUCKING CLUE that most people in the 70s/80s/90s in the business were NOT politically correct according to their standards LIKE LITERALLY NO ONE WAS;

goes unsaid they probably haven’t listened to one full queen album from beginning to end not even the greatest hits.

tldr: I hate that they don’t seem to realize that things existed before 2005 and that music in the 70s/80s COULD and WAS diverse and *woke* already before they were even born, I hate that they decided that ALL CISHETS DIDN’T KNOW when thank you I think even my damned parents know and they don’t listen to rock music, I hate that they decided that queen APPARENTLY DIDN’T HAVE A FANBASE BEFORE THEM (lol) or that that fanbase didn’t understand them (triple-lol), I hate that they’re reducing freddie to his sexuality when he didn’t want that in the first place, I hate that they’re falling into THE MAIN MISCONCEPTION AROUND ABOUT THIS BAND as in THAT IT WAS FREDDIE + THREE OTHER PEOPLE and not an all-around group effort of people who were friends and deeply loved/respected each other and put the same share of work into it, I hate that they moment they see the movie and are introduced to the actual music/the actual story they’ll MOST LIKELY find problematic things to wank about because like hell they wouldn’t and I hate that they’re basically pretending to give a fuck about a band that I love and have loved dearly in a very non-casual way when they actually fucking don’t.

fucking hell please never let anyone make a biopic about either springsteen or led zeppelin or other people I actually like because this is bad enough, I don’t even want to think of what tumblr ppl would say if they knew anything about any rock artist of medium-large fame back in the day. peace.

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #queen for ts #let's see how fast wank arrives #I HOPE IT DOESN'T #god i hate this discourse BURN IT #lgbt for ts #haljathefangirlcat #ask post

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VAV’s interview for SohuTV

disclaimer: this is a rough translation so it may contains inaccuracies. [original article]

Q: How long have you been trainees?

St. Van: The longest it should be Ayno.

Ayno: Yes, I have been a trainee for 9 years since I was a child. Now I am very happy. I am working hard on the VAV team. It is good to be a combination with my brother and friends and friends.

Jacob: I am the member with the sortest trainee time. I trained for almost a year and then debuted. During the period, I did not encounter any elimination, and it went smoothly.

Baron: Almost three to four years.

Lou: I’m almost three to four years.

Ziu: After five years of practice I debuted.

Ace: I am also had a trainee time of almost five to six years.

St.Van: Almost four to five years.

Q: What is the most memorable thing in the training period?

St. Van: When we first lived together in the dormitory, the dormitory would leak when it rained. There was water on the floor. Jacob slept in the top bunk, so sometimes when Jacob was sleeping, the rain would drip on his face. There is that we can't wash clothes in the dormitory at that time, so we will go to the laundry room to wash clothes.

Baron: It’s especially hot when is hot, and it’s really cold when it’s cold. You need to be careful when you are cold, and you may be dehydrated when you are hot. In this grim environment, we have been preparing for the album (...) When we practiced, (because of dancing) the mirror is full of water vapor, the degree that people can't see clearly, those days are really hard to forget.

Ace: My most memorable thing is that Ayno had a big cry when he was a trainee. At that time, this friend had just joined less than a week ago.

Trainee for a long time suffered a lot, you may then have a lot of pain, but also a lot of pressure (...) He’s here to come to this (VAV) and want to work hard to do it. Suddenly this scene emerged in my mind. Now he really grow up more. The then still very cute brother, now become a very handsome artist.

Ayno: Although the life of the trainee is very hard, these have become my wealth.

Q: What is the biggest difference between the debut and the practice period?

Ziu: I think the difference is that during the practice period, I went to practice for the debut. Now, after I debut, we have fans who are helping us. The biggest difference is with whether there are fans for our support.

Lou: As Ziu said, the biggest difference is whether there are fans who like us. And as we just said, we have been practicing for a long time before debuting, and the results after hard work are shown. It is different to show it to the company or to show it to ourselves, or to show our results to others.

Q: What is the deepest impression after debut?

Baron: We just finished the tour. There are many memories. I am very happy to see fans from all over the world. I am always excited when performing on the stage, so it is especially memorable, and we also want to meet Chinese fans as soon as possible.

Ayno: The debut song "Dance With Me" was the most impressive. It was really stressful at that time and I relied on my brothers. When I came down from the stage, I was particularly excited and expressed my happiness to the members. I was very happy at the time.

Baron: Speaking of "Dance With Me", I think of a little story. Ziu cried a lot after the end of the stage while returning home. This was a very deep feeling in the dormitory.

Ziu: I was sitting in the back seat of the car at the time. I was on the way home after the end of Showcase. I looked out the window and cried. I felt my dreams come true. My brothers, I love you.

Q: What is the happiest thing and the most distressing thing at this stage?

Ziu: First of all, the happiest thing at this stage is the efforts of our seven people. With fans who can see these, the most distressing thing is how to look more handsome? How can I let fans hear better songs and dance more handsome dances? There will always be such troubles.

Ace: I think the preparation of the album is the most interesting and fun thing, because practicing the favorite songs and dances, the most exciting moments of practice. Also when we were preparing for the album, we’re thinking about what kind of music fans and people liked, so that was the most distressing moment when we were preparing for the album.

Q: What do you think is the most important qualification for an idol?

Baron: I think it's important to be able to express yourself. Although it is important to express myself between us, it is especially important to speak in front of the camera or in some actions. Like coquetry, although I don't know how to act spoil. I feel that I am more organized when I speak. People who speak more like Lou and Ace can make people feel very interesting and happy with words, and there are others who use action to bring joy to everyone. You can see these strengths of our members and it’s more fascinating.

Lou: It would be especially good if, personally, you zoom in on what you do. For example, Ayno's dance and rap are great, and then just continue to delve into each of their strengths. For example, Ace is very sexy, Jacob is very cute, Ziu is very interesting. Everyone has their own characteristics. If they each magnify their strengths, I believe that they will also bring extra points to the group.

Ayno: I think that for the idols, "cause" is very important, even if it does not need to be cultivated.

Jacob: Actually, I think that if I am a successful idol, although I am not very successful, I feel that if you want to be a successful idol, you need to work hard and stick to it. Talent this or that, as long as they persist in their efforts, they should certainly gain something, and they will succeed in the end. I believe that we’ll too.

Q: How do you try to make yourselves a better idol?

St.Van: If you want to say more on stage or elsewhere, every time we prepare a new album or practice a dance, we will do a lot of exercises. Do a lot of exercises in the mirror in your own part. The focus is not just on dance, but also on gestures and expressions. Especially when we are practicing dancing, Jacob will often help us adjust the movements.

Jacob: Actually, like my brother said is that when we are dancing in our practice room, sometimes I will... In fact, I am a little obsessive-compulsive, because I am a Virgo, sometimes see in the video that some places are not the same, or a little forced and tell them to let them change.

Ace: I have been sticking to sports all the time, in order to give everyone a better look, I also pay attention to the diet.

Ayno: I am very concerned about management. I will give myself a massage. If I press it from the bottom of my ear and press it along my neck, the lines will fade, and it will look younger.

Ace: Suddenly I remembered one thing. Yesterday Ayno suddenly searched the Internet for a way to widen the shoulders. The voice of "Teach you how to widen your shoulders" came from the video. It was really funny. Recently Ayno is very much about the shoulders.

Q: Do you have confidence in the future? Talk about your ambitions!

Ayno: My goal is to get number one in music with VAV, then enter China, communicate with more fans in China, and also want to do concerts and share music with fans.

Ace: I am very proud of our music. I have made a lot of attempts on every album. In order to bring more diverse and better listening music, I think we are always moving forward, and now we are also working hard to prepare. With new songs, I also practice dance carefully in order to show you a better side. I hope that this song will be shown to everyone, and I hope that I can hold a concert with everyone at the end of the year.

Baron: I want to be a singer that resonates with everyone through music events, and members like St.van, Lou, and Ayno are also working hard to write songs, hoping that their songs can be included in our album for everyone. To bring you more stories of good music, we will continue to work hard.

Lou: As Ace brother said, I am also very confident about our songs. My ambition is to hope that everyone will listen to our songs in the future and can say "ah, this is a VAV song", "VAV's song is worth a Listen," I hope we can leave this impression on everyone. We will continue to work hard.

Ziu: My ambition is to work hard with our six brothers to become a good artist.

Jacob: As mentioned by the previous members, I hope that our music can get good grades, go to more places to see more fans, and hope that we will have a long and long way to continue.

St.Van: I believe that our VAV can do better and better than now. Please support us a lot, we will also cheer more, thank you.

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Her favorite

Jisung/Reader

Genre: Slice of life(??), romance, drama

words: 2,855

Summary: It wasn’t that she never particularly expected him to have the characteristics of the standard ‘idol’ type that forced its way into the industry. The rehearsed greetings and responses that would make any girl swoon, but as he gave her a – what could only be described as choked,” Hello” on a Thursday night at her neighborhood’s corner store, the first thing that came across her mind was, “So his skin really is that damn good!?’’

A/N: Okay I haven’t written a fic since I was a freshman so clearly, I suck. However, enjoy this first chapter since I really liked the plot I came up for the story, which will be filled with slow burn lol. Also, this is a slight au because I aged up the characters to fit with the comeback for ‘GO’ because it seemed to fit better than me writing abt minors which is weird. So please don’t come for my ass bc this is not gonna be rated R lol.

also please leave a message or heart if you want to see more of this story!

Chapter 1: The night the moon said hello

“Because it was raining/ I thought of you/ Because I thought of you/ I was like that/ It didn't mean anything/I hide under an umbrella/And pass by your house/Because I wanted to feel/The emotions of the old days again.”

- Heize, you, clouds, rain

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It would be an understatement to state that you wouldn’t have expressed the typical reaction any fan in your school would display if the – rather abrupt announcement that an idol group would be having a comeback this week should

provoke in you. However, it was clearly disregarded with a flushed expression, e by the rushed and thrilled whispers amongst your classmates, all visibly excited at the thoughts of seeing their handsome idols potentially holding a concert at your school. No, in fact you had almost damn near cracked the screen of your phone as you couldn’t believe the news that NCT’s subunit, NCT Dream, was having one of the, if not most talked about comeback in not only your school, but on the online forums as well.

NCT Dream, one of the newer idol boy groups in the industry, had been gaining a steady incline of popularity in their home country and globally. With the recent release of teasers for their new title track, “GO”, the group seemed to be a hot topic of conversation around you in class that morning.

Opening your backpack and reaching inside to gather your notebook and writing materials for the lecture your teacher would be giving over European monarchs for History class, you were temporarily halted by a small hand placed upon the top of your desk to gather your attention. Tearing your eyes away from the endless junk in your bag, your eyes trailed the arm of the person who distracted you, only to be face to face with your friend, Sunhye.

Face showing an obvious mirth with the small grin of her pastel coral painted lips, Sunhye greeted you with a bright, “Morning!” as you nodded in response, too tired to speak.

“Hey, pretty sure the news must have hit you by now. Don’t you think it’s awesome that NCT Dream is coming out with a new release? Jeno’s teaser was released today and I swear my heart really decided to fall out of my chest.” A hand was splayed across her chest while continuing,” Like, seeing him in colored contacts made me feel some type of things that only he could do.”

The humorous declaration of her opinion of the teasers bought out a whole-hearted laugh, seeing as it was no surprise to you about her undying love for the idol.

“If I tell you that I preordered three albums with the very high chance, yes, I calculated it, of getting Jisung’s photocard and his special poster at four in the morning screaming at my computer when it wouldn’t take my card doesn’t convince you, then you do not know how much I invest into this group.”

“Ah, you mean there’s the possibility of you getting into the fan sign they’re having this week, right? Jesus, if you somehow get in not only will I be indentured to you, but I’ll make sure Jisung won’t ever forget your face when you talk to him.” Sunhye declared with a ‘thumbs up’ gesture towards you.

“Sunhye,” you started, while smiling at the thought of meeting Dream happening. Fantasizing the thought of seeing the members and thanking them for everything they have done since debut, while holding hands or other silly things the idols would be sure to do as fan service brought about a chuckle within. Not only that, but the chance to see your idol in person was almost like taking a chance at winning the lottery- a rare chance that only a privileged group of individuals had the opportunity to do so, bringing forward a sense of anxiety and you wondered if you would even be selected when they announced the numbers that would be drawn for those who could attend the event. It was nerve-wracking. “Tonight, when you spend the night over at my house we might need to do a prayer that one of us gets drawn. If we don’t, we both might never see them at all.”

She called out your name with a sigh of exasperation, “Of course we will dummy, don’t you know how good my luck is with these things? I know we’ll both go-that’s a given. In fact,” she paused to pull out a crumpled bill of $20 and threw it at you to catch. An unspoken question of where she was going with this reflected in your eyes. “Twenty bucks says that you’ll see the love of your life before that and boom! Fate binds you two together.” With that, she gives a wave of departure and heads out your classroom when the bell rings, signaling the start of first period.

Looking at the monetary paper that was held in your palm, you could only scoff sarcastically that you would bump into Jisung, a popular idol, of all people in the streets. Yeah, the off chance that I would meet him only sounds like the cliché plotline of every drama airing right now-mhm, totally happening.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your teacher came into the classroom, beginning to write important notes about the topic today. Looking at the time on your phone, you became focused at the front of the classroom, easily forgetting the conversation you had moments before.

You waited at the front of the school, leaning against the rough surface of the gate for Sunhye as she had a student council meeting after school, and told you to wait for her when she was finished. With a long drawn out moan, you pulled up one of your social media apps, and began scrolling lazily on the screen to make the time go faster, skimming the posts from your online friends, and other accounts you followed. Eventually, your thumb halted on the screen as you read the words on the screen, absorbing the news that the music video for ‘GO’ would be released two days from now. Ah, you think, guess I’m staying up late again and skipping on homework.

Clicking the side of your phone to lock it, you heard footsteps heading your way. Raising your head up, Sunhye had stopped in front of you, honey brown hair moving around her from the light breeze of the afternoon.

“Sorry I’m late, student council discussed the upcoming schedule for the upcoming festival for the class we’re having next month,” she said quickly while adjusting the straps of her backpack on her shoulders.” I didn’t expect it to go on for that long, though. Can you forgive me?” she questioned softly, expecting you to respond negatively.

“I don’t mind Sun, it doesn’t bother me since we’re friends. However, I really can’t stand hanging around here any longer, so let’s starting heading to my house and we can do some homework. After that, we can put some sheet masks on and order some takeout because the new episode of our drama came out today.”

“All right, let’s get to it!” Sunhye says, linking her arm with you as the both of you walk back to your home, animatedly chatting about different things while the sun began its descent in the horizon.

It was already nine when you and Sunhye were sprawled all over your king size bed, accommodating the two of you, with more room to spare while watching the newest episode of the new drama that was a new obsession in your lives.

“Ugh- can she really be that dense? This girl clearly has no idea that the second lead is scientifically more fit to be with her. I mean-c’mon! He’s been with her since the beginning, even while she’s been hung up on the main who’s just an egotistical maniac. I swear, the script writers have no clue how to write a story.” Sunhye says with a mouthful of a hot wing, glaring at the television screen in front of her.

“As clueless as she is, I have a feeling she’ll realize that the other guy is the one she should focus on, not because she lost her chance with-what’s his name Minwoo? But because of everything they’ve been through. Hell, wasn’t the last episode showing a scene where she was thinking of him, while she was alone with Minwoo? Tsk- I don’t get this romance trope.” You rolled your eyes, looking at the preview for the next episode with disinterest, momentarily distracted by the sound of your stomach asking for more food.

A glance at the now empty box of wings the two of you ordered, and the whimpers Sunhye threw around claiming she was still hungry- only to ask her what, to which she responded with, “Ramen.” As ridiculous the request was, you had to agree you were craving that the sodium packed snack was a pretty good meal right about now.

Grabbing your baby blue jacket that hung on your chair by your bed you slipped it on, then proceeded slipping on your sliders. Standing, you went and grabbed your wallet and phone heading out towards the front of the door, letting Sunhye know that you were heading to the convenience store to grab ramen and a few other snacks, while she told you to be safe as she turned up the volume of a song that was on her playlist, unable to hear you closing the door.

The moon cascaded a soft light across the sky, illuminating your surroundings as you walked the ten-minute tread towards the store. Walking at a comfortable place, your mind went back to the conversation you had in the morning with Sunhye about meeting NCT Dream. It really would be insane if I magically ended up meeting Jisung out in the open, you thought, a smirk rising across your lips. As if, idols don’t just head out at night where they could easily be trampled by crazy fans.

Looking ahead, you realized you had reached your destination, grabbing the handle of the door and making your way inside, greeted by the cashier who was on his phone, tired and not particularly caring about the customers entering. Oh well, I would be the same, you thought to yourself, now thinking about getting the items you came here for.

After grabbing the ramen, you decided to head to the following isle, deciding to also purchase some sweets. Turning quickly before looking, you failed to notice a rather tall figure that was heading in your direction, effectively causing you to collide with the person’s chest rather forcefully and tripping on your own feet, falling. Everything happened so quickly because the next minute, you could feel the burning soreness on your back, and bright lights above you, wincing as you comprehended that you dropped your basket with your items.

Bringing a hand up to your face, you cursed under your breath, “What the hell? Asshole.”

Finally gaining a sense of awareness of your surroundings, you realized that a pair of large hands firmly gripped your shoulders was helping you up. Still annoyed about what happened, ready to let this bastard have a piece of your mind when you looked up, and suddenly your argument died in your throat before you could even utter a word.

You must have been dreaming. There was no way this was possible. Did you hit your head too hard and now you were hallucinating, or was it lucid dreaming?

Whatever was going on wouldn’t explain why an NCT member was right in front of you, with a grey oversized hoodie pulled over a beanie, black joggers, and a face mask covering half of the man’s face, looking at you with such an unreadable expression that you couldn’t help but wonder if he was concerned that you busted your back on the floor, or that you discovered his identity that he was an idol.

“Uh, are you J-Jisung?’, you whispered to him, more to yourself, thinking this was still part of your dream.

Now guess you owed $20 to Sun.

Well, the answer to your previous thought was the latter because the moment you spoke those words, the man visibly paled, his grip on you tightening.

The unnamed man’s eyes hardened because his response was a forceful, “Are you ridiculous? You bumped into me and asked a question as stupid as that? You should be apologizing for getting in my way- I don’t have time for this I have to be somewhere,” was the final response-cold- by the masked man as he pushed past you and paid for his items, quickly leaving the store as he got on a bike and pedaled in a direction where you lost track of him.

Still shocked from what just happened, you wordlessly picked up your basket, slowly trudging towards the cashier, not recognizing the concern etched across the young man’s face asking you if you were all right. Ignoring his question, you payed for your things, grabbing the plastic bag and headed back towards your neighborhood.

You felt numb. Cold, was what the temperature had dropped to. Many questions had fumbled inside your head, while the thumping of your heartbeat blocked all other noises, pounding loudly in your eardrums.

Unbeknownst to you, clouds had started to cover the light of the moon, making it harder to see in which direction you were walking. Not walking fast enough, you were caught under the sprinkle of a nightly shower of ran that increased the closer you were to the house.

That’s right, the weather did say it would rain-just my luck.

Drenched and anxious you slammed the door open, slides sloshing due to the water in them and dropping the bag on the kitchen table.

Sunhye ran out you room, hearing the slam saw your current state and headed towards you. “Oh my god! W-why are you soaking wet? What happened while you were gone?” Sun said, tone raised due to her panic.

“I owe you twenty bucks, Sun.”

“Why are you saying that there’s more important things to worry abou-wait. What!?” She screamed. She called out your name when you didn’t give her a response.

“I bumped into him, Sun. Quite literally too, I think I’ll have bruises on my back for a couple of days.” You said bitterly, looking down at your feet.

“You’re telling me you met Jisung? He’s your dream guy, shouldn’t you be – I don’t know happy?’ she questioned.

“Yeah, not anymore.”

“Why?”

“The dude’s an asshole Sunhye, I can’t believe the jerk walked out without apologizing! He pushed past me without so much as acknowledging his fault.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry,” Sunhye softly said, feeling sympathetic to your incident.

“I don’t want to see him anymore, I’m done being his fan.”

Making eye contact with Sunhye, you realized she was holding something back from you, unwilling to tell you it.

“What aren’t you telling me Sun?”

She sighed, nervously biting her nail, a habit since the two of you were in middle school. Her lack of response, made you wonder what was going on, as she was acting rather unlike herself.

Unlocking her phone, she swiped around until she found an email and put it in your hand. “Read it.” She said in a whisper, worried it would slice through the quiet air.

Peering at the screen you felt a burning agitation in your stomach, anger and sadness seeming to seethe from your pores, as you read the message:

“Congratulations! This is SM Entertainment and we would like to announce that your purchase of (2) NCT Dream “Empathy” Albums #23746 and #23742 have been drawn as participants to attend the ‘GO” fan sign on Thursday March 22, 2018. Thank you for supporting NCT and we hope to see you soon!

To confirm your attendance, information and instructions regarding the fan sign will be sent in the following email shortly.”

Guess this meant that fate really did work, but not in your favor.

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moon like you | oneshot.

Im Jaebum x OFC

Word Count: 7.6k

Genre: Fluff (seriously, it’s so fluffy and cliched and cheesy)

Author’s Note: I feel like I went overboard with this, but this oneshot was basically written in the week Jaebum was in the jungle and my heart was extra soft for him. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for reading!

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This is the last place Jaebum wanted to be in.

Yes, he had said sex dance when he wanted to say sexy dance. But in his defence, he was really tired, running on 2 hours of sleep. And he had apologised profusely for slip up. But his company was not having any of it. They mandated English lessons for him once again, and he hated it.

He knew it wasn’t just his tiredness that had caused it though. In reality it was a combination of that, and the fact that he never felt confident to speak these English words. Or just the language in general. He had taken lessons, just as everyone else had, when they were rookies. But as soon as he could speak the absolute minimum english that could get him through concerts and ordering food in other countries, he had quit learning.

Working on his English meant also working on his self-confidence, and he hated doing that. But that wasn’t the main reason he hated sitting here. It was because of her. She were going to be teaching him. Everyone called her Ren.

And Jaebum had the biggest crush on Ren. She was a small girl with a round, full face and scattered tattoos on her honey-like skin. He had always wanted to know the meaning behind them, Jackson had once mentioned how all of them had their own little stories, and he wanted to hear them from her but whenever she was around, Jaebum was a mumbling mess. He had learned early on to keep his mouth shut in front of her. She made him so nervous that he felt like a 14 year old trying to talk to his first crush.

Now he was being asked-no, forced-to make a fool of himself in front of her. It was not as if her very presence didn’t make him a nervous mess, but now he would be speaking English in front of her. This was the reason he had never taken English lessons again.

Thinking back, Jaebum still remembered the first time he saw Ren in his English lessons. She had been sitting in a corner, quiet and unmoving, focused on the person teaching them. When she looked down to scribble down her notes, her long black hair cascaded down covering her face from his gaze. He still remembered her real name, but she seemed to dislike it, so he never told anyone, neither the ones who wondered it out loud in front of him nor the ones who directly asked him.

He couldn’t pay attention that whole class. God knows what he had missed out on that day, he couldn't have asked the rest of the boys for help because they would want to know why he hadn’t payed attention and he didn’t want to tell anyone else that just Ren’s presence had done that to him.

Soon after their basic English lessons were over, they found that Mr. Hyun had retired and that she would be taking over for him. Everyone had taken lessons from her, including the new trainees, the existing idols, everyone except for Jaebum. She had an excellent reputation for being really fun to learn with. Youngjae had taken extra lessons with her before he had gone to New York. Jackson was friends with her, even Jinyoung had gushed about her. It made everything all that much worse for Jaebum, because they could all experience this amazing girl and he sat in the sidelines, and it was all his own doings.

Jaebum was drawn out of his thoughts when Ren entered the room followed by a girl who didn’t look all that much younger than her. Ren always smelled of lavender, and he could never understand how a girl whose nickname meant lotus smelled so much like a whole different flower. She looked a lot different now than she had when he first saw her. Her long black hair was now cut into a short inverted bob. He missed seeing her long hair, not that he didn’t find her equally adorable in this hair. She dressed a lot different too. When she had first started working with the company, she always wore full sleeves, covering her tattoos from prying eyes, but as time had passed she had learnt to not care.

He greeted the both of them; Ren was casual in her response, the other girl was visibly nervous.

“She will be here just for today, she’s going to be helping me out with these lessons soon so she wanted to see how its all done. I hope you don’t mind” Ren said to him.

Jaebum shook his head no, his words failing him. He knew he could’ve spoken in Korean but his throat was dry. Suddenly he couldn’t language anymore. He grabbed the water bottle in front of him, trying to help his dry throat as she got set up.

“So, sex dance huh?” she teased, smiling at him as she sat down in the chair across the table from him.

“Ah… you heard” Jaebum said. He could feel his cheeks burning at her words.

You idiot, of course she heard, everyone in the company heard about it.

Ren could tell he was flustered, so she let out a small laugh and waved her hand in dismissal. “Don’t worry about it so much, Jaebum. I can’t begin to tell you the sort of slip-ups I have when I speak in Korean. Besides, you sounded so tired that day, I’m sure that didn’t help”

“Still embarrassing” he confessed.

She smiled at him, “It’s okay, it was kinda cute”

Her phone rang, and she excused herself from him, turning around to pick up the phone. Jaebum sat there, wide-eyed, had Ren just called him cute? His heart was beating in his chest so loudly he was surprised no one else in the room heard it.

No, no, she must’ve meant that his fumbling was cute.

But even still, Jaebum could feel himself getting more and more flustered.

“Well, you know the rules. We’ll try speaking in english as much as possible. If there is a word that you aren't sure how to say, you can ask me and I’ll help you out” you said when you turned back around to face him after attending the call.

“Yes” Jaebum spoke out, his voice shaky.

Get yourself together, get yourself together; he kept chanting it to himself in his head. It wasn’t helping.

Half an hour into the lesson, a overly cheerful Jackson burst into the room, telling them about how his niece had recognised him over FaceTime. Jaebum was less than enthusiastic about this, but Ren found it extremely adorable. Everyone in the company knew that Jackson was putty in his niece’s little palms. She giggled at Jackson, asking him to tell her more, and Jaebum found himself automatically smiling. He could swear her laugh was the cutest thing he had ever heard.

When Jackson left, she were still smiling.

“He’s something special isn’t he?” she said turning back to Jaebum.

He couldn’t deny it, Jackson was a pretty special guy. Jaebum truly considered people who didn’t know Jackson as well as he did to be missing out in life. Jackson wasn’t just the person who could cheer him up on a gloomy day, but also someone he could trust with his life. And that was a difficult trait to find in people in his field of work. But in that moment, Jaebum’s heart sunk. What if she had feelings for Jackson?

He could very well not expect her to feel anything for him, because Jaebum hadn’t ever given her anything to like about him, but Jackson? He was such good friends with her, she knew so much more about him than she did about Jaebum. It worried him.

“He really is” Jaebum said, despite his feelings. He couldn’t refuse the truth now, could he?

In the half an hour that followed, she was the one doing more of the speaking than him and boy, was he glad. She told him they would go over whatever grammar he had previously done, basic verbs and such, initially and then they could move into the more complicated parts.

“Listen, I think it would be a really good idea for you to actually talk a little more in English. You’re obviously not entirely comfortable with it and the best way to get comfortable is to speak, despite what you may feel” Ren said once their lesson was officially over.

“I could try speaking English…to Mark?” he suggested.

“If you can get Mark to actually hold a conversation, then of course. If not, you know where to find me, even if it isn’t duration your lessons” Ren suggested back.

He couldn’t believe his ears for a second. Had Ren suggested they hang out outside of their lesson timings?

She is only trying to help, stop letting your mind run wild.

“Okay, thank you” Jaebum fumbled with his words again, thanking his lucky stars he didn’t say anything stupid this time.

Three weeks, and a handful of lessons later, Jaebum’s english had improved drastically, much to his own surprise. He hadn’t expected to get this comfortable with a language that always put him in an awkward place. The only problem, at this point, was that Jaebum itched to know more Ren.

He wanted to get to know how she got the scar on the inside of her wrist and the stories behind her tattoos. He wanted to know how she liked her coffee and what she did on weekends. He wanted to know what scared her and what she thought the meaning of life was. But he couldn’t think of anything to say to her. Even if he took her up on the offer of practising more English with her, its not as if he could just stroll up to her and ask her these deep, existential questions.

He decided to ask Ren if she wanted to get coffee with him anyway. He couldn’t keep acting like a teenager.

He found her sitting in her cozy office on the 1st floor, sipping on what Jaebum could only guess to be tea. Ren’s love for tea was known across the company office, and Jackson always brought home tea that Ren gave him, knowing his obsession with such things. But her love for coffee was equally well known. There was a running joke that Ren needed her caffeine more than she needed her oxygen.

Knocking on the door, he drew her away from the laptop in front of her. She looked up at him, her face lighting up when she saw him in the doorway.

“Jaebum” she smiled. “Hi”

He loved how his name rolled off her tongue, just hearing her call out to him made his heart flutter.

“Hi” Jaebum said, smiling shyly.

“Come, take a seat” she pointed to the one if front of her desk.

“I couldn’t get Mark to hold a conversation today” Jaebum said, knowing it was a lie. He hadn’t event tried talking to Mark today, but he wasn’t sure how else to begin their conversation.

Ren laughed, and Jaebum could feel his nervousness melt away. He’d made her laugh. His stomach erupted with butterflies at that thought.

“How have you been making him talk to you otherwise?” Ren questioned, curious about Jaebum’s secret.

“Its usually one word answers but at least I can speak in English” Jaebum confessed sheepishly, and Ren smiled at him.

“So you finally took up my offer huh? As a last resort?”

She was teasing him, it was so evident in her voice. Jaebum shook his head at her, still smiling.

“Do you want to get coffee with me?” he asked abruptly, slightly nervous wondering about her response.

“I’d love to…” she trailed off. “But I really need to finish up this report”

Jaebum felt his heart sink just a little, but he knew her work was important.

“Oh…okay. Then, I will see you tomorrow for the lesson?” he said, moving to get out of the chair he was sitting in without waiting for her reply.

“I didn’t say no, Jaebum. But how about you give me half an hour to finish this up, and then we can get coffee?” Ren suggested, and Jaebum’s eyes lit up at her response.

Ren could see it happening, how his demeanour changed from being a little defeated to his entire body lighting up. It was adorable to her. But then again, most of what Im Jaebum ever did, Ren found extremely cute. To say that she hadn't been harbouring a little crush on him ever since she had joined the company would be a lie. But he never came for any lessons, which made it awkward for her to talk to him.

She couldn’t just walk up to him and chat with him now could she? But here he was. Asking her out for coffee, her heart beating fast.

“Okay, I’ll wait at the coffee place nearby?”

“Okay”

Jaebum spent a while in the company office, going around to see how some of the trainees were doing, then made his way out of the office as discreetly as he could. He walked to the coffee place, a couple of fans following him, clicking photos and he was glad that the coffee shop had a strict policy about the privacy of those who came to drink coffee there since a lot of JYP idols and employees went there daily for their coffees.

He waited patiently, taking a seat in one of the discreet corners. Minutes passed, and Jaebum grew just a little nervous. She would be here any second, and he still didn’t know what he would talk about.

A couple of minutes later, a wild Ren was standing in the doorway of the coffee shop, looking around for Jaebum. When he saw her looking, he waived a hand at her, and Ren was quick to walk to him.

“I’m so sorry” she said. “I really had to finish that report and it look a little longer than I expected”

Jaebum hadn’t really noticed the time, he’d been too worried to notice that Ren was late.

“I didn’t realise you were late” he simply said, his mind already finding it hard to concentrate on the english he was speaking.

“Really? I’m like 15 minutes late. I’m so sorry” she said, wondering how he hadn’t noticed. Or maybe it was just her, she had a tendency to be punctual and being late didn’t come naturally to her. So it was odd when people didn't notice.

“You don’t have to apologise” Jaebum said.

“I hate being late though, so I’ll treat you to coffee today”

“Ah, no you don’t have to-”

“I do, or I will drive myself crazy for being late” she told him. It was the truth. She knew she was late, and therefore felt a need to compensate for it somehow.

After they ordered their coffee, and Ren paid for it, they were back to their table, waiting for their order.

“You’re…really difficult on yourself” Jaebum said, unsure of his vocabulary. “Is that the right phrase?” he questioned.

“Uh, its a little more natural to say you’re really hard on yourself…but difficult isn’t bad either” she said. “And yes…I’ve been told that a lot”

Ren started talking about this one pudgy cat that she saw sitting outside her apartment in the morning, and just like that, all anxiety disappeared from within Jaebum. He talked to her about his own cats, releasing soon that she was as enthusiastic about pets as he was.

“You know, I’ve loved pets since I was a little girl, but I was never allowed to have any growing up” Ren confessed, her demeanour changing suddenly. She wasn’t looking at him anymore, choosing to instead look down at her hands tracing the rim of her cup.

“Why?” Jaebum asked, unable to help himself. He didn’t want to push her, but his curiosity got the best of him.

She looked up at him, seeing his eyes wide with slightly shock and curiosity, and flashed him a small smile.

“Ah…my mother wasn’t a pet person. I grew up surrounded by puppies in my grandma’s house but, then I grew up, and we moved away. But we would go back often, so it was okay. And then I grew up even more, and going back to our hometown became rarer. But no matter what, my mother just refused to let me get a pet of my own”

Jaebum nodded, understanding. Ren told him about how it felt unfair to her as a child, but as she grew older she could see why. Not much unlike Jaebum, she grew up in a city that wasn’t where her extended family lived, with only her mom and dad. She was a single child like him. And while it got lonely sometimes, having a pet wasn’t an option while living in apartments. His own situation hadn’t been too different, and he’d told her as such.

“Well, you can share my cats if you like” Jaebum said, not really thinking about his words. But as soon as they left his mouth, he cursed himself. How could he have been so forward, so reckless?

But he was surprised to find Ren smiling at him.

“Don’t mind if I take you up on that offer”

And that is how Ren had ended up in his dorm room a couple of weeks later, on a fairly slow day at the office. Jaebum felt special, she hadn’t even come to their dorms with Jackson in all these years even when they were such good friends. But she came with him, albeit for his cats.

Nora had automatically taken a liking to her, much like Jaebum remembered having done. Jaebum looked her from his bed, sitting on the floor with Nora in her lap, while he cuddled with Kunta. There was no one else but them at the dorm, the boys had all gone out for lunch after their practice ended. Jaebum could imagine his future so easily, spending lazy afternoons with her like this. He knew he was letting his thoughts run wild, but it felt so natural to him.

Ren suddenly looked at him, catching him staring her; making heart eyes at her, if he was being honest.

She smiled, “What?”

He shook his head, “Nothing. You uh..want to get some lunch?”

“I am hungry but I don’t wanna leave the cats”

Jaebum laughed, “You really are needy for pets aren’t you?”

She stuck her tongue out at him, and he reached for his phone to order takeout.

That is how their friendship blossomed; with cat memes and constant takeout orders. Ren’s apartment had become a second home to Jaebum, he would find himself automatically walking towards her apartment whenever things got too much handle or when he had a particularly difficult time finding a place to sit and write lyrics. She gave him the passcode to her apartment, and many evenings Ren would return to her apartment with the food already going and Jaebum sitting on the kitchen counter surrounded by scattered papers.

Jaebum’s dorm became a safe space for Ren too; she would show up on his doorstep in her pyjamas, hair a mess and face swollen from crying in the wee hours when she was too anxious or too sad to sleep. Jaebum would let her in, no questions asked. She would work, or cuddle with the cats, and Jaebum would go to sleep besides her. Some nights she would sleep over in what used to Jackson’s room if sleep ever came, otherwise she would sit up in his room until daybreak.

Ren loved reading him poetry that she found in the vague corners of the internet and old book stores and Jaebum loved cooking for her, even going as far as learning to cook new things so she didn’t get bored of the same food.

His feelings for her only increased the deeper their friendship became, but he was too afraid of losing her to even try to tell her about how he felt. She wasn’t like the oxygen Jaebum needed to survive; because he could survive just fine without her. She was like coffee; she made waking up every morning facing life a much easier task. Ren helped him let loose, to let go of the strings he had been holding onto so tightly that he was hurting himself without realising.

This morning, Ren was still in bed. She had the day off, but she had had a bad night so as usual she’d shown up on his doorstep. Jaebum made coffee, wondering if he should actually wake her up before heading out to the studio. He had a day off in a long time, but he had been working on more songs for his solo work in any free time he got and today would be the same.

He made them both breakfast, keeping hers in the fridge before sitting down to eat his own. When he was done, he quickly changed out of his shorts and put on some comfortable clothes. He decided he would at least let her know that he was off to work before leaving.

Ren was curled up on the bed, and Jaebum found three equally sleepy cats scattered around the room along with her.

“So this is where they went when I woke them up in the morning” he whispered to himself.

He smiled at the sight before him. He could fit into this scene so well. Jaebum could see it in his head; Ren sleeping curled up around him, his cats lazing around their bed and their bedroom.

Their bedroom.

The very thought made butterflies erupt in Jaebum’s stomach. He shook his head, ridding himself of these wishful thinkings before he made his way to Ren. He shook her shoulders lightly, before calling out to her.

Ren whined at the interruption in her slumber, but Jaebum was persistent.

“Hey, Ren, I'm leaving for the studio okay?”

Ren nodded her head, but Jaebum didn’t really believe she heard (or understood) what he was saying.

“Ren” he shook her shoulders again. “I’m leaving for the studio and your breakfast is in the fridge”

“Okay” Ren responded, her voice laced with sleep.

Yeah, she definitely didn’t understand a word he’d said…not that he was mad. He could get used to a sleepy whiney Ren.

Ren woke up later that morning to something furry tickling her face. She opened her eyes to Kunta’s butt curled up right in her face. She laughed, this is exactly how she wanted to wake up; to a cat curled up next to her head. Dragging herself out of the bed, and made her way out. She found a note near the coffee pot, Jaebum knew her too well, which informed her that Jaebum had gone out to the studio and that there was breakfast kept in the fridge.

She ate the breakfast Jaebum had made for her in silence, going through all the notifications on her phone one by one. Just as she was done washing her dishes, she heard the door beep open. Thinking it was Jaebum, she didn’t pay much attention to it.

“You become friends with Jaebum, and suddenly I don’t even get a welcome hug anymore?”

That raspy, needy voice was too familiar to Ren. She turned around to find a pouty Jackson, his arms crossed to feign offence.

“Oh you dramatic little bitch, come here”

Jackson laughed, opening his arms and walking to Ren to hug her.

“How have you been my little gold fish?” Jackson asked.

Ren huffed in response, she hated his nickname for her but she also knew he would never stop calling her that.

“I’ve been good. I had a bad night, so I ran over here”

“You know…there used to be a time when you’d run to me” Jackson said, the teasing evident in his voice. “But I guess now that Ren has her Jaebum….I’m useless”

“My god, do you ever tire of being so dramatic?” Ren sassed. “Besides, Ren doesn’t have her Jaebum. We just…ended up becoming friends. You know how it is”

“Uh huh”

Jackson was still using that tone, and knowing Jackson, he wasn’t letting it go.

For the past month, his teasing had just increased. And Ren wondered if he actually knew about her crush on Jaebum. Thankfully though, he never did it around Jaebum. She was afraid of Jaebum’s reaction to Jackson’s teasing if she were to be honest. And when she was so afraid of that, she couldn't even begin to think about telling him her feelings.

“So, what brings you here?” She asked Jackson, trying to change the topic.

“I see what you’re doing there Ren, but I’ll let it pass” he said, smiling at her. “I am just picking up some of Youngjae’s stuff. He invited me over to his place today, and I thought I’d help him out by picking up a box or two”

Youngjae had very recently moved out, but he had done it in between their promotions so a lot of his stuff was still in boxes in what used to be his room. His bed was still there, along with some essential clothing items, just in case he ever slept over at the dorm. Jackson’s room was the same, in fact, Ren quite often borrowed Jackson’s t-shirts. Fun fact; she never really gave them back.

“What are you planning to do today?” Jackson asked her.

“Well..I was thinking I’ll visit Jaebum’s studio? He left in the morning after making me breakfast, so I was thinking I’ll take some lunch there for him”

“Made you breakfast huh?” Jackson wiggled his eyebrows at her, making Ren laugh.

“Stop it, don’t start again!”

Jackson left half an hour later, having caught up with Ren and whined about the lack of organic green tea at the dorm now that he had moved on. She had rolled her eyes at him, handing him a cup of coffee that Jaebum had brewed in the morning, telling him one cup of coffee wasn’t going to pollute his organic system.

Ren pondered for a while; should she leave and go to her apartment just for a shower or should she just borrow (actually borrow, and return later) one of Jaebum’s shirts and shower at the dorm? God knows if she borrowed any more shirts from Jackson’s pile they would run out and Jackson would murder her when he found no t-shirts to wear when he slept over at the dorm.

She decided on the later, going back to her place at this hour would mean she would only reach Jaebum’s studio after lunch.

Jaebum had been busy, realising upon listening to a particular song he had made a couple of weeks ago that he no longer liked how it had turned on, and decided to scarp that version all together and work on it again.

He hadn’t realised how much time had passed, and he almost didn’t notice his phone vibrating on the table next to him. It was from the reception, telling him that there was someone here to meet him.

Jaebum was confused. No one was supposed to visit him today, if it was any of the people he worked with, they’d have walked right in. For a moment he was worried if it was one of the boys or if they had gotten into trouble.

He made his way out to the reception area, walking in quick strides as he reached the reception desk. The lady pointed behind him when he asked who it was that was here to meet him.

Jaebum was taken by surprise as he saw Ren sitting on one of the waiting sofas, looking into her phone.

“Ren?” he said out loud as he walked to where she was sitting, making her look up at him.

Ren beamed at Jaebum when she saw him approaching her, getting up to give him a quick hug.

“I thought I’d swing by with some lunch” she said, holding up the takeout bag she had in her hand.

“Good thinking” Jaebum said, leading her inside.

Once inside, Jaebum noticed something that almost made his heart explode right out of his chest. Ren was wearing something awfully similar.

“Are you wearing my t-shirt?” Jaebum wondered out loud, stunned in the smack middle of his studio, as Ren laid out the food on the table at the back of the room.

As soon as the words left his mouth Jaebum cursed himself mentally. Who says shit like this!?

Ren turned around to face him, “Yes, actually. I hope you don’t mind. I took a shower at your dorm, making a trip back home would take way too long”

Jaebum’s mind went straight to that image; the one of Ren in the shower he used every day. Blame it on his overactive imagination but he could almost imagine her inside the translucent shower door they had.

“Jaebum? You don’t mind me borrowing your shirt, right?” Ren looked worried. Jaebum had been staring off into space, and suddenly Ren wasn’t so sure it was the right choice to not borrow another one of Jackson’s shirts.

“Uh, no, of course not, Ren. Why would you even need to ask me that?” Jaebum said, shaking the mental imagines out of brain and starting to help Ren with the food. “Besides, I’ve seen you borrowing Jackson’s shirts all the time, its good you borrowed mine this time”

Ren’s heart was in her throat; what did he mean that by that? Why was he glad she borrowed his shirt instead of Jackson’s? Should she even be thinking about his words in the current situation?

“Wait, I’ll get us some soda” Jaebum suddenly said, releasing that they didn’t have any in the room.

“Okay” Ren forced herself to say with an equally forced smile.

Jaebum walked out of the room as quick as he could without making it look obvious. That was way too close, he couldn’t believe that he had let that slip out of his mouth. He walked to one of the vending machines nearby, trying to calm himself down and figure out a way to find out if he had said too much.

However, to his surprise, when he walked back in, Ren was already stuffing her face. She looked…normal. She didn’t look like she was in a shock or that his words had had any effect on her at all.

“Sorry I started without you, I was really hungry” Ren said, her voice coming out muffled from all the food in her mouth.

“Its fine” he said, laughing at her quietly. Ren was adorable, and sometimes he wished she would stop being so adorable for just a second so he could get a hold of his heart.

He let out a breath of relief as he sat down next to her, keeping one can of the soda in front of her and another in front of him.

“How did you get that scar on your face?” Ren asked him out of the blue, taking him by surprise.

He smiled, remembering the awfully stupid memory of that scar.

“I got it when I was really little, I was 5 years old at the time I think, and I used to play with this 7 year old boy who had bought a bicycle. And he wanted me to sit behind him while he took a round of the park we used to play in. I was so scared, but I was too afraid of saying no to my cool older friend” he paused to laugh at himself, finding Ren mirroring his smile. “So I got on. And he didn’t even fully start peddling before I managed to move and make us both fall off the cycle”

He touched the faint scar of his cheek, “And that, is the story of how a scaredy cat got a scar that refuses to fade away”

“Wow, you really have a weaker heart than Jackson, don’t you?”

Jaebum huffed at this. He had a stronger heart than Jackson’s; perhaps just a little bit stronger but stronger nonetheless. Ren laughed at his reaction, but didn’t press further. Teasing him about this could wait for another time.

Once they finished eating, Ren offered to clean up the table while Jaebum threw the empty takeout boxes in the dustin bins outside. When Jaebum came back, he put on some music, and both of them jumped onto the couch; happy, bloated and melting onto the couch. Neither of them spoke for a while, both busy with their phones and just relaxing.

Silence was a big part of their friendship, as was personal space. As much as both of them liked being in each other’s presence, neither of them were the type to be all up in the other’s face. Jaebum liked that silences with her weren't uncomfortable.

Jaebum’s phone vibrated when Ren sent him yet another cat video, this time of a small kitten disturbing a dog. She’d written “you @ me” beneath it. She hadn’t even looked at him when she’d sent it, which was also a regular part of them hanging out together. Ren liked that she could just enjoy his company without having to physically speak up.

Ren looked at the three little dots appearing on her screen as Jaebum typed; he let out a small laugh as he hit send.

You only wish you were as big as that dog

Jaebum loved teasing Ren about how small she was, and Ren hated his guts for it.

In response to his text, Ren scoffed as she sent him a picture of his own face, one of the many reaction memes he had provided his fans with.

After a while, Jaebum suddenly spoke up.

“Hey Ren, I had these lyrics I wrote. But uh, they’re in english. Do you mind looking them over for me once?” Jaebum asked, his heart beating fast in his chest.

He wasn’t one to have a big ego about asking for help. But this was Ren. And it was a song that he’d written with her in mind. His worry was not about her realising it was about her (or at least he hoped she wouldn’t) but more so about what he had written. According to Jaebum, getting judged on your writing skills in a foreign language by a girl you liked was the worst thing ever.

“Of course not, gimme” Ren said, straight up a little.

Jaebum moved towards his mixing console, where a stack of paper was neatly kept together with a couple of notebooks Ren knew he wrote in. He looked through them until he found the one he was looking for, before making his way back to the couch and handing the sheet to Ren.

He was tense and he was sure Ren could see it in his body, but how could he not be? This felt worse than JYP listening to his compositions.

Ren read through the lyrics, looking up at Jaebum mid-way through when she found a little error.

“There’s a grammar error here, do you want me to fix it?” she asked him.

He nodded, moving to hand her a pen that kept in his bag.

“And Jaebum, stop looking so worried. It’s looks like I’m your teacher grading your essay” Ren said, trying to make light of the situation. But Jaebum didn’t budge, he gave her a tight smile but that was it.

“You’re a really talented lyricists, Jaebum. And an equally talented composer and a musician in general. Have a little more faith in yourself. And this” Ren said, pointing down at the lyrics “This is really good so far”

“Really?” Jaebum asked, his voice small and quiet, as if he didn’t fully believe her.

“Yes, really. Cross my heart and hope to die” Ren said.

“What does that mean?”

Jaebum was confused at the peculiar sentence Ren had said. This wasn’t in his lessons.

Ren laughed at his confused face, it was one of the most adorable things she’d ever seen him do.

“It’s an expression. Like a way to say that if I’m lying about something and then I’ll die”

“That’s a horrible expression” Jaebum said, shaking his head, his lips pouting ever so slightly.

“My god, stop, you look like a pouty baby, let me concentrate on reading” Ren said, unable to stop herself.

“Well, that wasn’t in the lessons!” Jaebum defended, causing Ren to laugh harder.

Jaebum shrugged in response, and Ren got back to reading.

Ren corrected whatever little grammar wasn’t right, letting his words stay unchanged as much as she could. If she felt like a word was out of place, she would ask him to explain to her what he wanted to say in korean, and suggest a better word for it. If it worked with the flow, it worked; otherwise they let it stay the same.

It was late in the evening when Ren headed back home, and Jaebum had renewed inspiration to finish the song he had been working on before Ren had visited him.

Ren was in the cab, already on her way home, when Jackson called her.

“Squirtle boy! What’s up?”

“Are you finally home from meeting your one true love?” Jackson asked, his voice had the same teasing tone as it did in the morning.

Ren huffed loud enough for Jackson to hear it before replying, “I’m on my way back home, why?”

“Nothing special, I just wanted to hang out. We haven’t done that in so long”

“I’ll be home in half an hour, you wanna come over?” she asked, unsuspecting.

“I’ll be there in like an hour with some dinner”

“Even better”

With that Jackson had hung up. Ren had taken the time to take another shower, and getting into a comfortable pair of pyjamas. And as promised, Jackson had showed up a little over an hour with dinner.

“If you had picked up a healthy meal, I would have kicked you out” Ren said as she saw the pizza.

Jackson giggled at her, “You love me too much to do that goldfish”

Half an hour later, for the second time in the day, Ren sat bloated on a couch.

“Jackson I don't think I can ever move from here”

“Me neither. I think I’ll grow old here, I won’t even get to see my grandkids grow up”

“You won’t have any grandkids dummy”

“Who says I won’t?” Jackson turned his head slightly towards her, wiggling her eyebrows at her.

Ren kicked his thighs lightly, “Yuck”

“Ah, of course, I’m in the yuck category now that you’re so in love with Jaebum”

“Ugh, shut up. I’m not in love with him” Ren defended herself.

“You shut up” Jackson said, straightening up on the couch, and for a moment Ren thought she had actually offended him. “Everyone in the entire world knows that you two like each other, except for the two of you”

Now it was Ren’s turn to straighten up, and turn to sit facing him.

“That is crazy talk, Jackson-” she begun, but was quickly cut off by Jackson.

“No, it is not. Jaebum hyung likes you, he has liked you since you first showed up to take notes during our english lessons” Jackson said.

Ren sat stunned, unable to let his words sink in.

“And my god, does that man think he is so good at hiding his feelings for you. He is, in fact, terrible at hiding it. He practically drools whenever you are around, it’s painful to watch”

Ren still said nothing, and Jackson continued on.

“And you, my dear Ren, are the only one he actually fools. The one person who he should not be able to fool, he does. Come on, tell me you have at least sometimes noticed how different he is around you”

“I-I just never thought that it could be because of this…wait why are you telling me this?”

“Because clearly the two of you will not do jackshit about your feelings and the rest of us are tired of seeing you two pining over each other”

“Jackson?”

“Yes?”

“Has he really liked me that long?”

“Yes! My god, Ren, you should’ve seen him trying to act like he wasn’t one hundred percent clueless about what we were taught in that lesson”

In the months that followed that night, Ren tried her best to slyly drop hints at Jaebum. But as it turns out, Jaebum was just as thick as her when it came to reading such subtleties.

She didn’t exactly know what to do in this situation. When Jackson had left, she had told herself that she would drop these hints at him, and if he did want to act on his feelings then he would. But when he didn’t, there was a small part of Ren that wondered if he even wanted to act on his feelings for her or not. Moreover, she was in a limbo. She hadn’t thought of what she would do if he didn’t realise.

It was a Sunday afternoon when she was over at the dorms, mostly to cuddle with his cats. Kunta was with Ren, Nora was mid-nap while Odd was next to Jaebum. Ren was talking about this anime that she had recently seen, and how she couldn’t get it out of her head.

Jaebum had been with her initially, but the more she talked, the more he got lost in her. She was wearing a red hoodie that she had borrowed from Jaebum and never really given back. She looked so adorable that Jaebum could’ve melted right there.

Anyone who knew Ren knew that she had a liking for darker colours. Anyone who knew Jaebum would say the same. But Ren had chosen to wear that bright red hoodie, her body was lost in it, and all she made him want to do was cuddle her.

Suddenly Ren stopped talking, noticing the lack of response and questions from Jaebum, and looked right at him.

Jaebum felt like he was having a deja vu, only he knew something very similar had happened almost a year ago. He had been caught making heart-eyes at her again.

Ren saw him looking at her and for once she could pin-point it. He looked lost in her. And she couldn’t stop her words.

“So, when are you going to finally ask me out?” she asked, hoping and praying to whichever god existed in the universe that she hadn’t been too forward.

Jaebum was shocked, to say the least. He was being called out on his feelings, and it wasn’t in a negative way. At least it didn’t sound negative to him.

“I..uh…-”

“I mean, I’ve been pretty forward with the hint dropping” Ren rambled, her nerves getting the best of her. “And you obviously feel the same way, or at least I hope you do and Jackson didn’t actually lie to me about that”

“Wait, Jackson told you? And what hint dropping?” Jaebum was surprised, suddenly he didn’t feel nervous or anxious, because Ren was right there and she liked him. If he wasn't so giddy about that realisation, he would’ve wanted to kill Jackson.

“I made you coffee for almost a year in the office….I even gave you my favourite mug!” Ren defended. “And let’s not forget, I brought you food during practice. So many times!”

“I always thought that was for Jackson though!”

“I was hanging out with you every free hour I ever got and you thought it was for Jackson?” Ren questioned.

“That was not a hint enough, Ren”

“Its more of a hint than you ever dropped” Ren huffed at him. “If it wasn’t for Jackson telling me, I wouldn’t even have found out”

“Okay, fair enough”

Ren kept looking at him, eyes narrowed. She couldn’t believe he still wouldn’t ask her out.

“I swear Im Jaebum if I have to ask you to ask me out one more time I will make Nora, Odd and Kunta disown you and go on a date with them and Bambam instead”

Jaebum laughed, eyes squeezing shut, his teeth visible. He could’ve kissed her in that moment, the way she was almost pouting at him. Seeing him laugh like that melted her heart, only if just a little.

“Yah I am not kidding”

Jaebum got up from his bed, Odd having long lost interest in Jaebum once he had stopped petting him.

“Do you want to go on a date with me?” Jaebum asked, sitting down besides her on the floor, still shy about actually asking her out.

Ren rolled her eyes at him.

“And why would I do that?” she asked.

“I did what you asked, and now you’re asking me that?” Jaebum said, shaking his head.

“Yes. I want you to say it”

“Say what?”

“You know what, Im Jaebum”

“I like you, will you go out with me?” Jaebum said, leaning in for a quick kiss to her cheek, making Ren smile.

Just as she was about to reply, they were disturbed by a loud noise.

“EEEWWWWW!” Bambam and Yugyeom exclaimed in union from the doorway of Jaebum’s bedroom.

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Another Tag Thingy!

I was tagged by @iamnightbreed and @lilytook. I will first answer nightbreed’s questions, then the one lily did, and then post my own.

Rules

✰ answer the questions given to you by the tagger

✰ write eleven questions of your own

✰ tag eleven people

1. Are you a fan of horror movies/fiction? I am not. I like to sleep at night and be sort of comfortable walking home alone. And also horror gives me random scares in the middle of the day and like during conversations and I get deeply depressed even thinking about that one time when I was 8 and saw the first It movie and just no. NO. I might have unfollowed some people on here because they were posting evil clown shit again. *crawls under a pillow and watches every feelgood movie ever*

2. If you could hear any metal band cover any classic rock song, which band would it be and which song? I really want to hear Ghost to I Want to Know What Love Is by Foreigner. Idk if Ghost is metal enough for this question, though xD

3. Do you/have you ever smoked marijuana? Yeah, and I kinda like it, but I am not a stoner. I am more into booze.

4. Did you have a pet as a child that you adored and still feel nostalgic about? I had a lil guinnee pig and she almost turned 10 which we did NOT know piggies could get. My sister had one too, but when they became old ladies they started to straight up eat each other alive, so my sister’s piggie went to live at my dad’s house and mine at my mom’s. I think they were both kinda mean and lonely, because my sis and I were teenagers and couldn’t be arsed to show our animals some attention at that time. In hind sight, they were adorable.

5. If you could relive the last 5 years, would you do anything differently? Gawd, so many things. I would have tried to be more outgoing on my semester abroad and make more international friends, and maybe make it a whole year abroad… I fucking miss Iceland. I would have tried harder not to sink into my huge depression after getting back and becoming a sort of an alcoholic, but maybe I needed that low point. I would not have started grad school before REALLY figuring out what I wanted. I would have dyed my hair pink sooner. I would have discovered Ghost sooner! So. Many. Things.

6. What’s your worst fear that you know is irrational but just can’t shake (assuming you have one…)? That everybody hates me, but that’s just me being an anxious mess *ding*

7. If you had unlimited funds, what is the most selfish thing you would use them for? Right now I can’t think of anything better than have someone clean my house.

8. What’s your favorite way to relax after a stressful day? Have a glass of wine, some friends or a nice series, scroll endlessly through tumblr. Have I mentioned wine? Also I can recommend anyone to invest in a good vibrator.

9. What is the worst movie you’ve ever really enjoyed in spite of yourself? Twilight. Sue me.

10. Do you enjoy reading and if so what’s your favorite genre? I used to read all the things, but lately it just doesn’t seem to happen that much. So fan fiction, lol. But for real, I love historical novels and good, solid fantasy. Like, without the unnecessary sexist stuff.

11. What is the earliest band obsession you can remember having? Probably HIM. I am so happy I saw their memorial tour, but I am MORE happy that I saw them in 2017 and not 2007, because Ville Valo’s sexy ass was tripping balls. Ah, my sis and I had a swell time.

1. If you were to learn a new language, which one appeals to you and why? I speak a couple of languages, but my German and French have been appalling because I have been neglecting it like crazy. I feel like if I would really focus on these languages, I wouc be able to get fluent in like a year or two, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I guess I can’t be arsed. I would love to learn Swedish. It sounds so otherworldly to me. Maybe I shouldn’t try to learn it, in fear of it becoming ordinary to me.

2. What is your favourite thing you like about your hometown? That I left lol

3. Who are your top 3 favourite musicians (as in bands and/ or solo artists)? Ghost, Magna Carta Cartel, and lately I’ve been really into Fleetwood Mac.

4. Where in the world would you like to visit most? I would love to travel the trans-Siberian railroad. It crosses through Russia and Mongolia into China. As a huge history nerd I would be thrilled to take that trip. Also I will travel Scandinavia in a year or so. And I would love to visit Vietnam and Nepal.

5. Have you ever pulled a sickie to go to a concert or anything of that sort (comic con etc)? Yes XD. Ain’t nobody keeping me from my musics.

6. Do you have any siblings? If so, who is the eldest? A sister. Were twins.

7. What is your favourite beverage? Black coffee, darling! Anytime. To be honest, I had to learn to love it, but now I can’t live without it.

8. What would you do if you bumped into your celebrity crush/ squish? Well I might fucking bump into Martin in about three weeks, aren’t I? @lilytook squeeee I wouldn’t know what to do, would you?

9. If your life was turned into a movie, what genre would you like it to be and who would you pick to play you? I would like it to be like a very slow arthouse movie. One that could give you squishy feels but also I-wanna-die-this-is-so-sad feels. Who could play me? Bruh idk. I would have picked Lena Dunham judged on season one of Girls but BOI DID LENA DUNHAM GET DUMB AND ANNoying. You know what? Danielle Brooks. I would want Danielle Brooks to play me. People might actually think I was cool buwhhahah

10. Do you have any interesting party tricks you can do? I can drink more than you, is that a party trick?

11. If an intelligent alien species were to come to Earth, and the world leaders chose you to be our representative, what would you say to them? “Don’t go any further. It’s not worth it.”

Now my 11 questions! To answer these, I tag @arch-angel @crystal8325 @paganlatte @tekni @ghoul-thirst @autumnalmistress @mercyfulkate @h3rblkw1ngs @hoodedfigure-no99 and @ethne-dragon

1. Name three things you like about yourself and one thing you would change.

2. Have you ever dyed your hair? Would you like to?

3. Which musical instrument would you like to play?

4. What was the best year of your life?

5. Do you value romantic relationships or platonic relationships more?

6. Do you drive a car, and do you care which care you drive?

7. What is your favorite thing to cook?

8. Do you move around a lot or have you always stayed in the same place?

9. Wouldn’t you agree it’d be just great to live as a cat for the rest of your life?

10. Do you still like being on tumblr?

11. How do you think you’ll grow this year?

#tag thingy #iamnightbreed #lilytook

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nickireadstfc · 7 years

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The Foxhole Court, Chapter 11 – Orange Sportsball Gets The Fuck Real

In which the Foxes play their first match of the season, I have questions about American college sports, my Percy Jackson obsession has a brief cameo, and I’m sadly less excited about Actual Sportsball Games than I should be.

Sounds good? Then it’s time for Nicki to read The Foxhole Court.

Thursday’s excitement had nothing on Friday’s. The whole school got decked out overnight with vibrant orange and white streamers. Ribbons and banners hung off every sidewalk lamp. Live student bands took over the amphitheater for short concerts and the student newspaper released that morning gave details for the afternoon parade.

Is that, like…………. Normal behavior on game days?? Actual American high school/college students, please confirm. Is this an actual thing???

I mean, I know y’all are big on sports and school spirit, but this big??

Please understand my confusion: At my school, no one fucking gave a shit about the sports teams. I didn’t even know when anyone had games/competitions unless we got told afterwards who won what brilliant award now, and even then like 5% of us cared. And I can’t speak for my uni yet, but I’m pretty sure it’s the same there as well. Do German unis even have sports teams?

I always liked to make fun of High School Musical 3 for having those giant ass banners displaying the athletes hanging in the halls. I am now starting to realize that might be perfectly normal for American schools.

What the fuck.

Also, Neil officially came out now – as a member of the Foxes, that is, of course.

Neil wanted to cut class and hide at Fox Tower until game time, but athletes weren’t allowed to call out without a legitimate medical excuse. Someone from the athletics committee went around all day counting heads through classroom windows, and Wymack would be the first to hear Neil was absent.

They seriously stalk their students all day in fear they might be skipping class? And these students are in college, they are grown adults, not 14-year-olds. Again, is this a thing, what the fuck??

Then again, we’re talking about the country who invented hall passes. This is probably not the craziest thing around.

Fortunately, the Foxes decide to display their first sign of group solidarity in these trying times and guide Neil from class to class. This is a really small detail, but I love it.

I’m imagining Neil as a lil baby duck who obediently follows a big spikey-haired Matt duck, a small white-pastel-y Renee duck or a glamorous blonde Allison duck, wagging behind them in a tiny duck-sized jersey.

Although, when you think about it, they’re all just lil baby ducks following a big Wymack momma duck.

(Someone draw me fanart, I’m BEGGING YOU.)

I’m getting off track. Back to the plot.

Andrew hadn’t lied to Neil back in May. In almost every article that talked of Neil’s pathetic experience Kevin was quoted as having high hopes for him. Kevin really had said that Neil would one day be Court.

Because this is the second time this has come up: What exactly does “being Court” mean?? Like, being Captain? Being MVP? Also, is this a regular sports expression or is is Exy-exclusive? Exyclusive?? Help.

A small silver lining of future hilariousness appears on the horizon: An Exy kickoff banquet is going to happen sometime in the next few chapter, and I am HYPED. This chaotic mess of a team + all their rivals + dates + drinks can only equal a Massive Fun Time™.

Fun for us, not for them, might I add. I am dying to see this.

“[Renee] hasn’t asked [Andrew] yet, but it’s inevitable. (…) Money’s on the table as to whether or not he says yes. Pot’s getting pretty big, so get your bet in fast.”

The only thing the Foxes had in common besides Exy and hardship was their strange obsession with betting on the stupidest things. Neil had figured that out only two weeks into practice. A week didn’t go by when there wasn’t money on something or another.

A team after my own heart <3 Can I join? I can never find anyone to bet on dumb things in my own circle of friends.

Will I throw this piece of paper in the bin on my first shot? Will the bus be late? Will Friend A and B hook up tonight? Will I lose my (nonexistent) emotional sanity to this series before the last book is over?

I don’t know about the others, but the last one is 100% happening.

“There’s something we haven’t told you yet,” Dan said. (…) “So Andrew’s technically legally required to take his medication, right? (…) He struck a bargain of his own with Coach. The only reason he signed with us is because Coach agreed to let him come off his drugs for game nights.”

Is this supposed to come as a big plot twist? Because I kind of saw that coming. 10 bucks says Andrew comes off his meds for all Important Moments.

*insert yet another rant about the negative portrayal of mental health meds as barbaric mind-numbing, mania-inducing ~happy pills~ here*

Anyways, back to game day!! Our beloved foxy nutcases are playing against the Breckenridge Jackals, which is shaping up to be a Fun Time™ as they are apparently the biggest bullies around (second only to the Edgar Allan Murder Mob Clique, of course).

However, when faced with his impending wipe-out on the court, our favourite Sassmaster McSavage reaches new levels of Hell Fuckin Yeah:

“[Gorilla] will break every bone in your body if you give him the chance.”

“Don’t worry, though,” Matt said. “He’ll probably be too busy killing Kevin and Seth to notice you.”

“This is my reassured face,” Neil said, pointing up at his blank expression.

SAVAGE.

I actually laughed so hard at that. This is some Percy Jackson level of sass right there.

Come to think about it, I want the entire AFTG series narrated by Percy Jackson, especially the chapter titles.

“I Am Offered A Foxy Deal”

“My Troubled Past Comes Back To Haunt My Ass”

“I Get Dragged Into Some Gay Shit”

“We Kick Serious Jackal Butt, Sort Of”

Remind me to make a full post of that once I’ve finished the series.

Off topic again. Sorry.

Before we finally begin the actual match (and wow, it’s 1.1k words already), Nicky seems to finally get the mental slaps I’ve been sending him since a few chapters ago:

Nicky looked at Neil. “Hey,” he said, sounding uncharacteristically hesitant. “We haven’t really had a chance to talk after… Well. I wanted to say sorry, but I kept chickening out. Are we okay?”

“I don’t know yet,” Neil said.

Nicky weighed that for a minute, then sighed and said, “Fair enough.”

Deep sigh. Who are we kidding, I can never resist a self-aware comic relief, Nicky, you’re still one of my faves. At least he knows he fucked up.

And now, finally: It’s Orange Sportsball time!!

Time for fast-paced sports action, balls flying, racquets hitting, body-checks left and right, a flurry of energy and emotion… that I simply can’t get behind.

I’m sorry, you guys, but I found myself having to double- and triple-read passages here in order to keep up with who is standing where, who is passing to whom and just generally what exactly is going on. Maybe it has to do with my own lack of interest for any sports involving balls (or actually any sports that isn’t dance, cheer, or anything involving performance), but I’m not really excited about this whole game part, to put it mildly.

Don’t get me wrong: I am loving the emotions attached to it. Solidarity, passion, group dynamics and character development shown on the field, give me all that good shit. I just couldn’t care less about who’s passing to who. Forgive me.

Did someone say passion and group dynamics?

Neil’d watched his teammates fall apart to in-fighting all summer long, but now he finally saw them as a whole. As much as the Foxes disliked each other at times, they disliked their opponents more. They were still too fractured to be truly great, but they were good enough to give him chills.

This is shaping up to be good, you guys.

I can only imagine the sheer gloriousness in the upcoming books when Kandreil finally get their shit together and play on the field as a beautiful unstoppable three-way killing machine. I WILL DIE.

Twenty minutes into the game, Seth is crushed against a wall by three hundred pounds of pure douchebaggery – and I actually do feel sorry for him, not gonna lie – which means it’s time for the moment we’ve all been waiting for:

“Going on for Seth Gordon is freshman Neil Josten, number ten, of Millport, Arizona.”

Neil wondered if casket lids sounded like court doors being shut.

Ah yes, thank you for reminding me, even in the face of impending doom, how incredibly extra our boy Josten is.

“A national champion and an amateur? South Carolina’s gotten even crazier than usual.”

“An amateur and a cripple, you mean,” the dealer said.

Andrew slammed his racquet against the goal, making several athletes jump and drawing more than a few wary looks his way.

This is such a small detail but it’s the /best/. Nobody insults my boyfriends in front of me, fuckface.

Bla bla bla more sports bla bla, I’m putting everything remotely interesting that’s happening in a bullet list because let’s be honest, it’s not fucking much.

Neil scores! Twice! Good boy.

Matt takes a card for the team by punching the fuck out of Gorilla, what a babe.

Also, his mom is a professional boxer? When can we meet her. I’m always a sucker for strong women who could kick my ass.

Gorilla has been hitting Kevin’s hand on purpose all the time, which is not cool, yet not surprising, ain’t no honour in Exy injuries, apparently.

That is it, my dudes.

Writing the next chapter on a coach (yet again) as I’ll be visiting some friends in NRW, so I’ll be coming to you live from my Prime Flixbus Office Space, let’s see how that works out. Till next time, ily all. <3

#tfc #the foxhole court #the raven king #the kings men #nora sakavic #nicki reads tfc #would you look at that!!! I'm on time!!!!#amazing #don't get used to it

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QLAP! interview with Sato Shori on “HaruChika” (this interview took place in December 2016) Today is Shori-kun’s first QLAP solo interview with a front cover! Thank you for being with us.

No, I should be the one to say thank you. I’m indebted to QLAP-san starting from my debut times. A long time ago while being interviewed I used to say “Clap!” while clapping my hands on each side of my face like this (he demonstrated it), and was playing and joking around (laughing).

You were always saying the name of the magazine with such enthusiasm while having fun with the members (laughing).

Yup (laughing). I wish I could do that kind of pose for the cover!?

Of course, please do so in the future!

I’ll do my best!! (laughing)

Thank you (laughing). Your film “HaruChika” will finally be in cinemas in the beginning of March. It’s about a brass band set in school, Shori-kun will play a timid boy named Haruta who plays the horn. What is your impression of this role?

Haruta and me are complete opposites to each other. I think Haruta’s main features are his wimpy and stubborn sides that aren’t similar to me at all. But rather than building up to become more similar to my role, I think... I tried to be him as naturally as I could.

The director’s objective was to make many scenes spontaneously and such.

Yup. That’s why I was asked to play this role very naturally. I cannot do that if I don’t feel his presence. For example, in a scene where the brass band members had different opinions and were discussing things, Haruta who usually doesn’t show much emotion suddenly raises his voice. I was wondering if a quiet person would suddenly burst out something instead of staying quiet during an important conflict. That’s why I suggested that even though it wasn’t the case in the beginning.

So it was Shori-kun’s idea. Starting the scenes with all the staff members, it seems like there are many fresh youthful elements for this work.

I’ve also seen the completed work and the casual scenes have a really pure vibe to them. Scenes where we’re just walking, just polishing our instruments, they also have their special youthful charm.

Did you have such a youth as well?

I wanted to! But I did not have a casual youth (laughing).

Well then (laughing), what about the admirable but casual mune-kyun scenes?

Like Haruta and Chika (Hashimoto Kanna), I also went together with my childhood friends to school by bus. I think it’s cute how they share earphones too. It would be really nice if I could have small things like that in my everyday life.

How was the atmosphere at film set since almost the whole cast is from the same generation?

It really felt like we were doing a club activity. Everyone got along and after the last scene was finished, everyone was crying. I often had deep conversations with the male cast during shootings as well, for example with (Hiraoka) Takuma and (Shimizu) Hiroya.

Is there anything specific you can say about them?

They are really amazing. They use up their whole energy to think about the shooting and they even think about all the expressions they can make while acting. Working with actors is amazing after all. I also like acting but because I don’t want to play a character half-heartedly, I think I still have to work hard.

That was quite motivating.

For future acting work, I don’t want to just “act out” a character, I want to become an actor who can do it naturally as much as possible. Rather than my acting being called “skilful”, it’s cool if it could be called “natural”.

By the way, your feelings and approaches to that kind of work, is it the same as standing on stage for “Johnny’s All Stars Island”?

I think the essentials are the same. But since it’s a stage play, personally I don’t like having flashy scenes or raising my voice, but no matter the place I think the key is still to be natural. Of course it may be difficult since you’re live on a stage, but I like keeping my movements and my voice as natural as possible.

I see. I’ve seen the costume rehearsal of JAI and I was fascinated by the many performers and also by Shori-kun’s solo song playing the horn, I was overwhelmed by all the content. It’s been three weeks since the opening (the interview took place in December), so what are your feelings now?

It’s enormous! And I’m hungry (laughing). But I’m having fun doing performance after performance.

In the other half of the play there are also emotional scenes based on real stories...

Yes. But there isn’t any strange meaning behind that, I don’t really think about it. Not for the sake of it being a true story but I think I wanted to do that scene because it was fitting the whole play’s story.

Do you see it as a part of the story just like any other scene?

Yes. But since there are going to be many more performances in the future, it’s hard to say that... I didn’t even think about that too much.

However, it’s a long play of two months. It’s important to take care of both your mind and body, so is it relaxing in your dressing room?

I keep hanging out with Prince like usually. I’ve been getting along well with Myuti (Morita Myuto) too and Jesse comes over to play the guitar and sing together with me. We’re all on good terms and everybody is really nice to me.

It seems that the other Sexy Zone members appeared as guests as well.

Yes. I couldn’t meet (Nakajima) Kento-kun backstage but he sent me a rose-scented drink through manager-san... what on earth was that for? (laughing) Ah, but there was also a message that said “it contains citric acid” (laughing).

Ahahahahaha!

Matsushima (Sou) and Marius (Yo) also came to my dressing room. They said things like “We don’t have any makeup tools”, and in the end before the performance these two used mine (laughing). (Kikuchi) Fuma-kun will appear in future performances, too.

“HaruChika” being your first film and showing us your horn skills on stage, it feels like you are challenging new things every year. Do you think that is your motive power?

I guess I just have my goals after all. I already mentioned my goals about acting before and I also want to improve my singing and dancing, but it’s fun aiming for those things. If my physical condition doesn’t turn bad, I don’t think my goals are too hard to achieve.

You seem to really like your job.

Somehow I became addicted to it (laughing). It doesn’t feel like I’m working but more like this is my everyday life? Since it’s normal to me, I wouldn’t say that my life is always idol-ish. Because for example when I go out in public I dress how I want. Some people are attracted by a natural appearance and I wonder if people in my surroundings think “That’s an idol” when seeing me, that would be really cool.

During hard and tiresome times, Shori-kun seems like he never talks about his complaints.

Of course I also go through hard times but I think that I don’t have to share that in public. Basically, I’ll find a solution myself.

Don’t you consult it with your seniors?

I feel sorry for troubling my seniors with my worries. But when I went for a meal with Yamashita (Tomohisa)-kun, he was asking “How’s your group doing?”, so I started talking about various things. One day he asked me “Shori, are you okay?” several times, so I felt that he was really concerned about me.

You surely appreciate that.

I really do. But now that I’m thinking about it, I must lead a great life if Yamashita-kun is caring about me. I’m amazing~ (laughing)

(Laughing) Lastly, for 2017 your play will continue, your film will be released and Sexy Zone will be busy every day with their arena tour, what else do you want to achieve that year?

First of all I want to increase the chances of people becoming interested in “HaruChika”, that’s why I want to work hard on promotions! And I thought about doing a big project as a group. I want to deliver an image like “The Sexy Zone” to everyone. For me personally I want to become better at dancing. Even if I can show one little gesture, I hope you would be charmed by it. I’ll surely become popular then, right? (laughing)

Oh! It’s a little unusual to hear “I want to be popular” coming from Shori-kun (laughing)

Even I want to be well liked (laughing). I mean I want to be seen as a cool person. I think that I’ll feel good if I can dance in a cool way and I’ll continue to aim for greater things, so I think I want to put more effort into various things from now on too!

Shori’s music talk♪ Q1. How often do you listen to music every day?

If I include the music I listen to at work, while traveling and taking a bath it would be about 6-7 hours. If I don’t have to work I think I listen to music for about two hours. Recently I use cool black headphones. Headphones are better for me than earphones because I can enjoy the sound quality that I want.

Q2. What are the latest obsessions on your music player?

I listen to music on my smartphone but I think I have about 1000 songs in there and I listen to them on shuffle. I think 70% of them are Western songs and the rest are Japanese rock bands, pop, my senior’s and our own songs. The song I am recently listening to on loop is Coldplay’s “A head full of dreams”.

Q3. What is your favourite sound and what is the sound you like the least?

My favourite sound is the D chord of a guitar. Somehow it gives me a positive vibe and brings out my courage (laughing). The sound I hate is when my buzzer goes “Brr! Brr!” before I go on stage when I’m not in a good condition. Especially when it’s on the table in my dressing room, it makes a strange loud sound (laughing).

Q4. What’s your speciality at karaoke?

It’s KinKi Kids’ “Ai ni tsuite”. It feels really great to sing that song! Even though it’s a difficult song and it’s hard for me to sing a song of two people by myself (laughing). Basically I go to karaoke alone. But recently I didn’t go that often.

Q5. What was the last concert you went to?

I’ve seen Arashi’s concert at dome arena for the first time. The organisation and direction was amazing~ For example, it was amazing to have one full track song on the main stage while not allowing the audience to get bored, I definitely couldn’t avert my eyes from the stage!

Q6. Who do you think has a beautiful voice?

Michael Jackson! If it’s a person who’s alive, then it’s Paul McCartney. Both of them are a number one for me. I don’t think that anyone has surpassed them. Incidentally I started liking my own voice little by little recently too. I want to extend my vocal range though.

Q7. If anyone could write a solo song for you, who would it be?

TOKIO’s Nagase (Tomoya)-kun. The lyrics and sound Nagase-kun is working with, to me they always have a cool and unique vibe. I also have the wish to do band music, so one day I would be happy to be able to do a session with him~ I think we could write interesting lyrics if we collaborated.

Keep in mind I am not a native speaker therefore there might be mistakes in my translations. Also I’m not exactly translating word for word. Feel free to correct me in my ask box any time you want, I’d appreciate it! I apologize if someone already translated something before me and I didn’t notice, I hope you don’t mind.

Sorry for bad-quality scans, I don’t have a scanner at home orz

#translation #sexy zone #sato shori #haruchika #interview #qlap 201702 #翻訳 #セクゾ #佐藤勝利 #ハルチカ #インタビュー #ive a feeling that this was the longest interview i ever did smh

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