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star-my · 7 months

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Teaser: Vixen

Godmother: Vixen will be released for Jimin's birthday weekend!

Rating: M/18+ (MDNI)

Tags: Jimin x OFC, Mafia AU/ Gang AU, CEO AU, Stray Kids make several appearances, TXT cameos, Smut (Oral (M + F receiving), Fingering, PiV intercourse, Missionary, Loss of Virginity, Aftercare)

TW: Human Trafficking (not by BTS members), Light Violence, Light Medical Issues (a side character has a heart attack but recovers)

Total Word Count: 20k

Part One: 5.7k (Friday, October 13)

Part Two: 8.4k (Saturday, October 14)

Part Three: 6k (Sunday, October 15)

Teaser under the cut (0.6k)

A woman all in black walked purposefully into the old warehouse. Several men and a few women were working busily in the large space, barely looking up at the click of her heels.

The door to the private rooms built into the warehouse swung open with the slight squeak of a hinge needing oil.

Gold eyes scanned over its occupants.

“Where’s Hyunjin?”

“He’s restocking the medical room since he got his new supplies,” answered a man with vermilion hair, stretching from his slump over a computer.

“Thanks, Chan.”

A tall man with long black hair popped out of a side room. “You called, Boss?”

The woman nodded shortly, clapping her hands for attention. “You all know that since Park Wonshik died, Bangtan’s been targeted. Well, the head of Bangtan had a brilliant idea to partner with the Grays, business-level and gang-level, through marriage.

“The head of Gray’s daughter is marrying Park Jimin on Saturday. The other mafia will find out tomorrow. With Bangtan and Gray united, the mafia looking to take over Bangtan may set their sights on smaller game, so we need to be prepared for any backlash against us.

“Minho, you figure out if the others are planning to attack anyone. Hyunjin, find out how much Bangtan has on Stray Kids. Everyone else, get ready for an attack, worst-case scenario.”

“Yes, ma’am!” saluted the eight men in unison. They turned to their tasks, leaving Chan to approach the woman.

“Vix, you sure about this?”

Vixen’s blood-red lips curved in a smile. “Don’t worry, Channie. I have everything under control and I have plans for every variable, just like oppa taught me.”

Chan sighed. “Alright, then. I trust you, Vix.”

“Boss, here’s the file on Shin Ara you wanted.”

“Thanks, Hoseok.”

Jimin took the file and flipped through it.

Good grades, though they slipped the year her mother Aeri died; friendly but only had a handful of close friends- four girls she met in college, four of her father’s employees, and one ex-boyfriend, Lee Minho, whom she was still friendly with. Graduated high school and college with honours, has an arts degree in photography, and had recently purchased a building on the edge of downtown Seoul for a gallery.

Who are you, Shin Ara? Why did you so readily agree to marry a stranger?

Jimin mulled over the possibilities, staring at her picture on the screen before him.

Another knock on the door roused him. “Sir, it’s time for your suit fitting.”

“...You may kiss the bride,” announced Seokjin.

Jimin carefully lifted the veil over Ara’s reddish-brown hair, careful not to mess up her hairdo, and met her eyes with a smile he hoped wasn’t too eager.

Her eyes locked on his, a hint of a smile in their mahogany depths. He smiled back, placing his hand on her cheek, his thumb cupping her jaw. The steady beat of her heart pounded under his thumb as he dipped her slightly, the crowd cheering in celebration.

With a wink at her surprised glance, he swept his thumb over her lips, pressing his own to his thumb.

Seokjin gave him a minuscule nod that he caught out of the corner of his eye. No one else appeared to have caught the faux-kiss, thankfully.

Jimin really didn’t want to have to explain to his teasing brothers that the big, bad mafia boss didn’t want to scare his new bride away.

Sihyeon straightened the train of Ara’s Alexander Wang dress and handed her the bouquet of pink ranunculus. Jimin extended his arm, Ara looped hers through his, and they swept down the aisle.

Jungok caught his eye on the way by, “Don’t forget your promise,” he mouthed.

The promise, in Jimin’s copy of the contract– Jungok’s only stipulation.

Do not let Ara find out that you or I are in the mafia.

Taglist: open | @otome-wandering, @bangtan-famiglia-net ...

#star scribbles #group: bts #member: pjm #type: text #fic: vixen #series: godmother #genre: mafia #trope: arranged marriage #trope: secret identity #Bts ff #jimin x oc #bts smut #bangtanfamiglianet #length: 0.5-1k #author: star-my

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macdenlover · 1 year

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i don’t have a ton of unpopular sunny opinions but my biggest one would be not liking episodes where there’s a bunch of different side characters interacting with each other in wildly unrealistic scenarios and they’re the ones being absurd and “heightened” in the episode and the gang is just kind of. there. like there’s a million people in philadelphia how in the hell does liam mcpoyle just coincidentally end up engaged to maureen ponderosa. why is the lawyer having a meltdown in the courtroom where jack kelly is wearing fake hands and maureen is a cat. like i loveee these characters on their own because it’s great seeing the gang getting to play the “straight man” role for a change but when theres too many unrelated side characters together and it feels like everybody they’re surrounded by is just as insane if not more insane than the gang it takes me out of it. idk. i think it worked in a few like the thanksgiving ep because there was a reason for all of them to end up in the same place together but i hateddd the mcpoyle vs ponderosa trial episode it crossed too far into cartoon land for me. not trying to start any serious discourse this pretty much just comes down to personal taste!

#i know its a fan favorite and i’ll admit it did have a few great moments #but it just didn’t feel like sunny to me #i just prefer the more grounded episodes #also i wasn’t a huge fan of how the waitress just randomly happened to be in ireland at the same time as the gang #literally one of my biggest tv pet peeves of all time #u know that one tweet talking about bts fanfic writers trying to cram in every member of the group in the fic #‘why is hoseok da bus driver all of a sudden’#that’s what these eps feel like to me sorryyyy #big wall of text post

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sanstropfremir · 1 year

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So you have mentioned long ago that btses and strays are similar and I was curious how? I see it in their um interesting fandoms. But I can also see similarities with blokb kinda.

well.

rapper leader that supposedly had a hand in choosing members

three rapper unit

marketed as a 'self produced' group

self love + positive reinforcement branding

weekly recurring lives/shows on vlive

huge emphasis on intl audiences to the point where there's not a lot of domestic regard

extremely poorly behaved fanbase of mostly intl fans

vocalists that can't pass muster

overrated dancer

underrated dancer that gets shafted constantly

steep increase in production budget that does nothing visually other than show off how much money the company has

#which group am i talking about? :)#kpop questions #875 #skz w #i was wondering if anyone was gonna pick up on that bc this is gonna be a veryyyyyyyyyy unpopular opinion lmao #but jype and skz are quite literally using the exact same playbook and blueprint...................sorry #a lot of kpoppies and armies specifically have beef with atz and think theyre trying to be the next bts for some fucking reason #that ive never understood bc atz has NEVER been billed as a self produced group. nor are they a hiphop led group either #but they say that anyways while ignoring the fact that aside from some genre bits skz is following the EXACT same steps.#the only way they would have one upped bts is if they had actually kept all nine members bc then they would have an actually good vocalist #this isnt about music btw this is specifically about the formation and function of the groups and their branding #the music is obvs very different that's not where this angle is. music doesnt matter to kpoppies anyways #text #answers #idk. it could be a very specific coincidence like the got7/superm thing #but jype is always a little behind on trends and they're always copying so i'm leaning towards intentional #anyways. i'm ready for the unfollows and my cancellation era slkdfjsldkfj #this is maybe one of the few opinions that i do think ppl might get mad at me for real for

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jjungkookislife · 3 months

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💀 not my brother being surprised I have so many pics of Jungkook

#he asked me if jk and rm were the same person #and I’m sure he was fucking with me bc he’s known bts since debut #unless he’s like me and likes groups without knowing their names #lmao I then sent him screenshots of my camera roll 🤣#sibling texts post

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distuff · 2 years

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A: Wake up princess~ *strokes B's cheek lovingly*

B: Why? It's not like you're going to do anything interesting

#imagine #incorrect text #incorrect quotes #bts #tears of themis #genhsin impact #crack #group of friends #lol #prompt #oc prompt #twst wonderland #obey me #bts crack #bts incorrect quotes

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usertae · 2 years

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#just wanted to say that it's ok to like other groups to become multifandom #i'm getting some unfollows since i started stanning txt and skz and wanted to remind y'all and myself that there is nothing wrong with #stanning new groups and new people #but anyway i'm happy i did it and that doesn't mean i stopped stanning bts!!!!#DON'T FORGET THAT THEY STILL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME #text #celia speaks

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bts-mbti · 2 years

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Thank you for replying to my Jungkook ask! Honestly, I’m not sure what enneagrams are, but I do feel like a lot of his “edgy” and “nonconformist” persona is put on. It seems more like he copies what he thinks “cool” people do. I feel like a real bad boy who doesn't care what people think, wouldn’t have to try so hard to convince others of that. I’m not trying to drag him or anything. I’m just confused by the fandom narrative that he’s such a sexy bad boy who does whatever he wants.

you're fine. it's not insulting to point out the obvious abt someone's behavior, or to be the way jungkook behaves. it's a normal personality to have & somehow just makes him more attractive imo 💀

but yes, you hit the nail on the head. jungkook wants to be edgy and counterculture bc he wants to be cool & sexy. the black-forward fits, tattoos, piercings, boxing, makeup, working out, flirting with fans, ect...it's all to be seen as cool & attractive. as epitomized by his iconic baby socks inside his giant homophobe stomping boots lmfao

but on the enneagram, the consistency of this behavior heavily implies that jungkook's a core type 3, not an 8

type 8s (what jungkook is imitating, in enneagram terms, & what people think his wing is), as you said, don't care about image-control. they're nonconformist bc they know what they want and have no qualms with opposing power, be it ppl or systems, to get it. they're also only nonconformist/oppositional when it matters, what matters just depends on how healthy someone is

yoongi is a fantastic example of a healthy 8: he left his home city with no parental support at ~15 to pursue his dream in music. he didn't keep up his grades so he could work on his music. he talks abt whatever he wants no matter its controversy, even directly targeting a politician once. but he lets the stylists dress him however, lets fans think whatever, takes photos with the same 3 (hilarious) lazy poses, ect. matters of his image aren't important to him

to see it further, compare their vlives. yoongi stands there and silently stares at the comments for 20 minutes, occasionally answering questions, and leaves. he's always in a t-shirt or hoodie, frequently with unstyled hair and barefaced. no image-control or even apparent image-consciousness

jungkook wears full-on fits, makeup, styles his hair, and basically preens for half an hour or longer. if he's barefaced or disheveled he's not in good lighting, not alone, drunk, or thinks it looks hot

the difference is obvious, in my opinion. and ironic, considering they're in the same group

but to step away from typology, people everywhere have a frustrating tendency to reduce what it means to be nonconformist to an aesthetic, especially one that conforms to typical attractiveness. hence missing when ppl are actually nonconformist like yoongi, who continues to just do what he wants to this day even when it's controversial, unbothered, but lacks a typically sexy aesthetic

this isn't to undermine the controversial things jungkook does, like getting tattoos and facial piercings. obviously he's doing that & i relish him ignoring the irrational anger it generates. but he's chasing an aesthetic that is popular among people his age in korea, as far as i know. comparing that to putting a song abt your friend who went to jail for heroin on your mixtape in a viciously anti-drug culture, or quoting a right-wing politician on national television amidst blacklisting to make it unequivocal your song is protesting them, among plenty of other things, makes the difference in scope hard to argue

#and it's not like bts as a group #aren't all unafraid to be controversial when it matters #baepsae alone is proof of that #but i very much believe that yoongi is the heart #of this side of bts #anyw i guess this is my bad boy yoongi manifesto #mans is srsly the edgy dreamboat everyone's after #he's just been dilf-ified by fathering 6 men for 9 years #enneagram: bts #enneagram: jungkook #enneagram: yoongi #yoongi's enneagram: 8-core #jungkook's enneagram: 3-core #text wall #anons #asks

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blueside-hobi · 2 years

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#i swear every time my friend texts the group chat about her wedding i get closer to killing myself #she complained a couple years ago about being in a wedding and having to spend $300 #so when she got engaged she told me she didnt want anyone to have to do that #but then she wanted an entire weekend out of town for her stag night #and we're all paying about $300 just for that #then she didnt want to look for dresses in town so we had to stay at a hotel for a night like $50 #and my dress is about $150 #and i still have to get shoes #and she wants me to cut my hair #and she at first told me i dont need to wear makeup but then like a month or to ago she said i have to wear some #and now shes telling us that we all have to get matching pajamas for getting ready #and theyre not super expensive but shit is adding up #like i dont even know how much i spent for the shower #and i took her to vegas to see bts for her wedding gift #and i forgot that she wants to stay at a hotel the night before the wedding even though i live 30minutes away from the venue #shes acting like shes some fucking celebrity or something #shes spending $30000 just on the venue #and she keeps acting like all these things shes asking for are nothing #i cant wait for it to be over #and im so tired of being in this fucking group chat with a bunch of girls i dont know #and i really dont want to go to the stag night weekend thing but i have to #and omfg her registry is just a bunch of expensive shit #they live in a tiny ass apartment so i have no clue where theyre going to keep things #and she fully admitted to just putting expensive stuff on the registry just to see what people would get then #like if they ever get a divorce and she remarries im not being the maid of honor again #this has truly been one of the worst experiences

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redrockbutch · 3 months

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Liking kpop is so embarrassing but for none of the reasons you'd expect

My sister just asked me how things are going and I know she means my Mental and Physical Health Journey but the first thing that popped into my mind was "thanks to my brand new emotional support chest pop it's been a pretty good morning in spite of my rebellious body" and you just can't say that to a conservative christian housewife

#cassidy.txt #when bts enlisted she texted me to ask if they were a group I followed to offer support #I love her sm. she won't understand my emotional support chest pop.

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struggle-but-its-all-ocean-floor · 5 months

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If Reddit wasn't such a shit place I'd bother getting an account just to "fight" stans on kpop Reddit. I'm just going to vent right now.

How is Red Velvet a vocal group? Because they're SM? Commenters say it's because they can harmonize, sing well live, and every vocalist can hold their own, but how is a group that only sings well on encores because they lipsync everything else a vocal group?? BTS can *gasp* sing well live and on encores and also harmonize together. I know this is blasphemous to say because everyone and their mother loves to point out the vocal line's limitations, but Irene and Yeri are definitely worst singers than Jin, V, or Jimin, while V, Jimin, and Jin are better, or just as good as, Joy, and comparable to Seulgi (admittedly worse, especially in technique and consistency, but Jimin, for example, is a lot more versatile and sings with more emotion). Also, *double gasp* Wendy and Jungkook are comparable. I'd love to see Wendy sing like Jungkook while doing his choreos, pull off as many genres as him, or go live and sing random songs in multiple languages, and improvise adlibs and harmonies on the spot as well. I haven't seen Wendy improvise or harmonize with her group as much as Jungkook (I've never seen her do either of those things, period, but I'm not super familiar with the group). I think Wendy has a good control over her voice, smooth vocals, a pleasant tone, great range and technique, I agree that she's a great singer. But the same way she has strengths Jungkook doesn't have, Jungkook also has strengths Wendy doesn't have, like versatility and musicality, singing with more emotion, etc.

I'm not saying BTS are a vocal group, especially when they have a very strong rap line (that doesn't rap nearly as much now), 3/4 of their vocalists lack the polished vocals I associate with vocal groups and don't sing acapella very well, and even Jungkook doesn't have the power vocals I associate with vocal groups. Also, BTS are indeed performance oriented by their own account.

But is RV not performance oriented too? If they were a vocal group, wouldn't they be singing live? Wouldn't they be more focused on "harmonies" and not being coordinated in choreos? Also, do they really harmonize that much? Isn't it mostly all of them singing the same note together? And, no, I haven't checked out their Killing Voice performance, but I doubt it will make it reconsider my opinion.

Like, what is a vocal group? It's so stupid how a group that has one or two good vocalists and a bunch of mediocre ones (generalizing now) is more of a vocal group than a group where the entire vocal line can sing and sing live.

Red Velvet aren't Mamamoo, for example. Mamamoo have 3 good singers (two great ones) and their rapper can sing well too, they sing live and improvise and harmonize on stage, and, despite the dancing, their performance is mostly vocal oriented imo. I think Mamamoo are a vocal group, at least in kpop since I don't know the traditional definition of one.

Are Shinee a vocal group? Redditors say so, but the current lineup is one main vocalist who doesn't get the most lines at all, one rapper who can neither rap nor sing, and two good vocalists. Sure, they could be a vocal group, if their focus was vocals. But, alas, they're dance/performance oriented and also lipsync most of the time. How does this make them a vocal group? If knowing how to sing and be from SM is enough then, wow, the standards are really low. There are boy groups who to me are vocal groups (maybe BTOB, but I don't know them well), especially 2nd gen ones, but right now I don't think Shinee are one.

Also, kpop Reddit defending JYP (the man) like it's their fucking job just goes to show how not "unproblematic" kpop Reddit is. It's better than Twitter but it's still fucking Reddit. Yes, I know it's my fault for engaging.

#bts #text #scared of tagging other groups tbh

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sugaggukkie · 1 year

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anyone here an EXO fan? a few of their songs have come up on playlists and they’re all bangers but when i went to their discography there’s about 36483784 albums and im not listening to all that, i want the curated Hits

#my faves are monster and growl and love shot #which i think are already the hits #but I’d like a fans opinion on what the Essential Listens are #this is the first time ive been interested in a boy group outside of bts #me hitting skip on every bg rapid fire until EXO comes up #text

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ugh-yoongi · 2 months

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hang up if u want to | kmg

he's in japan. you're at home, knowing there's no point in staring at your phone, waiting. mingyu might not wanna define what the two of you are, but that certainly doesn't stop him from asking for what he wants.

pairing: idol!mingyu x f. reader genre: situationship au; a lil angst, smut warnings: swearing. sexting — use of gendered terms for genitalia, mentions of oral and penetrative sex, masturbation, images/videos, dirty talk i guess?, squirting. one mention of reader wearing a dress. another mention of reader wearing mingyu’s shirt and it being large on her. (not meant to be an indication of size—that mf is just so large i think most people would drown in his clothes.) mingyu is domineering and kind of brat tamer-y but i wouldn't say this is dom-y at all. he also uses the term "baby" a lot bc i refuse to use y/n. rating: explicit. minors dni. wordcount: 3.6k listen to: namasenda - dare (pm) / khalid, 6lack, ty dolla $ign - otw / keshi - like i need u / edward maya & vika jigulina - stereo love / monsta x - addicted / brockhampton - sugar / shy martin - good together author's note: hello, i barely text men let alone sext them, so if this sucks my bad. i'm also not 100% comfy for writing any groups outside of bts, so i'm also sorry if the characterization is off. the mingyu brainrot was brainrotting tho bc if there's one thing he's gonna do it's look hot holding his phone in a photo, so. here we are. i was gonna wait and post this tomorrow but it's valentine's day so fuck it we ball. thank you: @the-boy-meets-evil, @hot-soop, & @effortandmore for checking this over and brainstorming with me. namasenda for the lyrics in the title and inspo.

Kim Mingyu Missed Call (2)

Your eyes glance upwards at the time. It’s nearing one a.m.; Mingyu’s second call came and went only a few minutes ago. The first one will have come not long after he got off stage, because they always do. There’s a script—unspoken and unacknowledged, but a script nonetheless—and Mingyu follows it religiously.

You sigh. Leave your phone on your nightstand as you change into pajamas, back into the bathroom to wash your face. Roll your eyes as you hear the texts roll in, the sound grating and ominous as it vibrates against the wood.

All part of the script.

Kim Mingyu: just got back to the hotel Kim Mingyu: you up

Also part of the script: this is the only way it goes. Maybe Mingyu wants to text you, but adrenaline’s the only reason he ever goes through with it. That post-concert high, nothing else to do with all that energy but invest it into you, and the thing about scripts is that they get old, grow stale. Always the same thing, and you can only have that conversation so many times before you get tired and rip it up.

We all have roles to play. Mingyu is the one who refuses to define what it is the two of you have, put a label on it. He’s the one who calls from countries away and speaks in that low, hushed tone. He’s the tempter, the one who holds all the cards but refuses to lay them down.

A royal flush, every single time.

And you—you’re not helpless. Not some poor creature fighting for its life in a spun-silk web. Mingyu’s capable of devouring you in more ways than one, but it’s not like that. Not really. As laissez-faire as he is, you come and go as you please, too. Perhaps it’s as mutually beneficial as it is destructive, but that’s the nature of the production; the result of the roles you two of you play.

Kim Mingyu: you ignoring me? Kim Mingyu: i saw your ig story Kim Mingyu: knock it off baby

You smile, private and sardonic, because you aren’t helpless. Sometimes it’s your web, and it’s all Mingyu can do to keep his head above water. Another role you’d borrowed from someplace else but still have memorized. Still remember all the lines, the mannerisms.

On your story: a video of you, bare skin glittering beneath the golden-fluorescent light of your bathroom; you, with your dress unzipped, the straps slipping down your arms; your hand pressed to your chest to keep yourself covered. Your back turned to the camera, visible only in the mirror, as the silk dropped to the floor.

In the settings: only two accounts given permission to see, both belonging to the same person.

In your DMs: Mingyu, on his private account with the username that looks more like a keysmash than any legible thing, reacting with the fire emoji.

Related: the image hovering just above Mingyu’s texts. The one he’d repaid you with not long after seeing your story. A mirror selfie of his own: grey sweatpants hung low on his hips, a soaked-through white t-shirt stuck to his stomach, the lines of his abs visible.

That, and everything below it—all left unanswered.

The thing about Mingyu is he’ll give chase. Doesn’t shy away from all the things he wants; isn’t shy about giving voice to them.

But he’ll never, ever beg.

(Not like this, at least. When he’s in your bed it’s always a different story. He’s a kept man, there, and kept men have no qualms about things like that. Begging for your mouth, your pussy. Begging you to let him come.)

Normally you’d let it go. Let him talk to himself in your texts, because he’s got a lot of nerve if nothing else, but you’d gone out earlier. Grabbed a few drinks with your girlfriends, let the alcohol thrum through you like a livewire. Watched as they danced with men whose names they didn’t know and never learned and thought about what it’d be like to be able to do something like that in public.

Got home, felt a little scorned, just on the edge of bitter. Made a show of taking your dress off in the bathroom mirror and posted it someplace you knew he’d look.

You: did you like it?

Rhetorical. Mingyu may not want to put a label on this thing, might not want to be caged-in and suffocated, but you know what you do to him. All the ways you affect him.

i could tell you, comes the immediate reply, and your eyes are halfway rolled when—

Kim Mingyu: or i could show you

It takes a second to come through, but once it does your breath hitches in your throat. Far from the most obscene image he’s ever sent you, but just as effective. An expanse of tanned, soft skin, lean muscle; still in those same grey sweats, bunched up a little on the thigh as he lays in his plush hotel bed with his legs spread.

At the center of it all, the outline of his hard, thick cock, so fucking big as it stretches the fabric taut.

All you can do is stare.

Mingyu is not of this earth. This thought is nothing new: he has always existed outside the realm of possibility, in more ways than one, so this is merely a fact. Grass is green, the sky is blue, sometimes you can love someone in a way that’s so overwhelming and still be no good for them.

Another fact: it’s primal, the way you need him. Always has been.

You: what am i looking at? You: new sweatpants?

On the other end of the line, it’s easy to imagine his reaction. A quick snort of laughter, tongue pressed into the fat of his cheek before he clenches his jaw. If he were here, he’d haul you into his lap, kiss you deep and messy. Trail his fingers along your skin until they settled in the hollow of your throat.

Pull away just for a second. Just long enough to say, “Watch your mouth,” before he’s licking into it.

Kim Mingyu: don’t be like that 🙄

This time your eyes fully roll. Spitefully, you snap a picture of what’s in front of you: your bedroom wall, some drama playing on the TV, a sliver of amber light from the lamp next to you.

You send it.

You: while we’re sending pictures of irrelevant shit

Truth be told, you’re not like this often, but you get a streak of it every now and then. Only ever at times like this, when the two of you haven’t seen one another in a while and the distance between you is still so ambiguous, untitled.

Usually Mingyu will come by your place. Get you stripped down to almost nothing, have you writhing on his fingers. Then, in between satisfied groans, he’ll slap at your thighs, tell you to stop being a brat.

Kim Mingyu: then send me something worthwhile You: you first

Another beat of silence. Long enough to flick through the channels, plug in your phone, let some of that heat dissipate.

Your phone chimes, and when you look down—

Those grey sweats are long gone, replaced with a pair of black briefs barely containing his cock, still hard and curved toward his stomach. You swallow. Let your eyes linger on the corded muscle of his thighs, all that soft skin. Let your mind remind you, just for a second, how it feels beneath your fingertips, your hands, your mouth.

All the sounds he makes.

Kim Mingyu: is that better Kim Mingyu: is that what you wanted

Unbidden, the corners of your mouth lift. hm… close but no, you type out. Let it sit for a few seconds before you delete it. If Mingyu wants to be a tease, you can do the same.

You situate yourself against the pillows. Angle your phone so the length of your body is visible: your bare legs twisted in the sheets, the bruise Mingyu had sucked into the inside of your thigh before he left just barely making it into the frame. What’s fully visible, though: his shirt that’s draped over your frame, how much it engulfs you, the way you’re drowning in it. In him.

You send it.

You: depends... is this what you wanted?

The response is immediate:

Kim Mingyu: absolutely not. take it off baby.

You’ve starred in this production before, knew where it was headed the second you saw the missed calls, so you’d put on his favorite of your underwear. Skimpy red lace, part of a set he’d had sent to your apartment. Used to tell you in desperate whispers how ruined he was seeing you in them; used to have to rein himself in so he didn’t rip them off.

So you snap another photo. Spread your legs a little further, pull the hem of Mingyu’s shirt between your teeth. Know seeing that sliver of your stomach will drive him crazy, too, but it’ll pale in comparison to the underwear.

You consider video calling him. Want to see his face when you send this photo—the pinch of his brows, the slight drop of his jaw. The way he’ll whimper a little, say baby in that tone that floods you with heat: a little desperate, all hushed awe, bordering on a whine.

The same kind of heat that starts to creep back in again. There’s power in desire, in being desired, and even though you’re here and Mingyu’s in a hotel room in Japan, you can still feel it. Subconscious, like some kind of red string shit. Anticipatory.

Kim Mingyu: goddamn Kim Mingyu: you wear those for me? Kim Mingyu: fuck, i wish i was there to take them off of you

You suck in a breath. and if you were? you send back.

Kim Mingyu: you know that pair is my favorite Kim Mingyu: drives me crazy every time you wear that set Kim Mingyu: but i’ve changed my mind. i want you to keep them on Kim Mingyu: want you to keep my shirt on too You: yeah? you want me to wear your shirt while you fuck me? pull my panties to the side? Kim Mingyu: slow down baby, i’m taking my time with you

In your bed, you snort to yourself. Mingyu has never been patient with anything, but especially not with you. Most of the time he’s so keyed up, wound so tight, that it’s all the two of you can do to make it to your bed—and sometimes you don’t. Sometimes Mingyu puts all that body to use, presses your back to the wall and throws your legs over his shoulders as he eats you out. Wraps your legs around him as he fucks you right there, the slide so, so easy with how wet and messy he gets you.

You remind him of as much. Type out, you? taking your time? i’ve got a couple walls in my entryway that would say differently, and laugh when the reply comes through—can’t help myself sometimes—and promptly stop laughing at the next one: never can, with you.

Kim Mingyu: have i ever told you what i love the most? Kim Mingyu: just kissing you. you always taste so good, baby Kim Mingyu: the way you get so worked up and start grabbing at me when i’m doing it. the way you try to get me to touch you. the way you start grinding your pussy on me like you can’t go another second without me inside you

You feel like you’re on fire. Gets worse with every word you read and re-read, try to commit to memory. You know it all too well, what he’s talking about. Know how warm his skin is, how firm he feels under your touch. Know what he tastes like. How soft his lips are. The way he sounds when you start to writhe, the way he groans when he presses tighter against you, presses you into the mattress, hard cock rutting against you, enough to take the edge off but nowhere near what he needs.

You: love that too You: love when you’re inside me even more

Kim Mingyu: me too baby Kim Mingyu: love the way you feel around me Kim Mingyu: always so fucking tight Kim Mingyu: ffuck

Your stomach drops at his last message. are you touching yourself? you type, even though you already know the answer. Another sight you’re blessed to know: Mingyu’s hand wrapped around himself, how the size of his cock makes it look small in comparison. Head tilted back, abs flexing under the weight of the pleasure.

You get a singular character in reply: 응.

show me.

He doesn’t respond right away. The pause is enough to have anticipation thrumming through your veins, make you a little shaky. Your hand trembles as you trace patterns into your warm, soft skin, pretending it’s Mingyu’s touch and not your own. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that grabs at your breast beneath his shirt, thumbs over your nipple; Mingyu’s touch that has soft gasps escaping you. Pretend it’s Mingyu’s hand that dips beneath the hem of your panties.

Kim Mingyu Attachment: 1 Movie

On the screen: Mingyu’s face greets you first, eyes half-lidded and hazy, the corners of his mouth lifted in a smirk. He tilts his head back, lets you see the sweat-slick skin of his neck, the column of his throat; pans the camera down over his collar bones, his bare chest, before he flips the screen. Can barely fit the entirety of his frame in the shot, and it strikes you someplace deep, how big he is. How overwhelming.

You suck in a breath as your eyes focus—as you take in the way he’s stroking himself. His cock glistens with whatever lube he’d indulged in, but you can’t help but pretend it’s from you and your mouth. Wish you could see the way he’d touch himself as you sucked him nearly to orgasm and told him to finish himself off. The way he’d whine, beg a little, get a little shitty with you.

“Fuck,” you say out loud. You can feel your pupils blow at the thought.

“Jagiya,” comes Mingyu’s voice, intertwined with the sounds of the tv, a city so far away from you, “fuck, I’m so fu-fucking hard.”

If you’d thought you were on fire before, it’s nothing compared to now. Hearing the need in his voice, watching the way he’s touching himself. The way his hips stutter as his body seeks out more, more, more, always more, and the way he squeezes the base of his cock so he doesn’t come too soon.

“Wish it was you. Wish it was you touching me like this. I—fuck, need you so bad.”

You watch as Mingyu strokes over the head of his cock, as each subsequent pass gets more tacky and wet. Lick your lips at the sight of it. Want, more than anything, to get your mouth on him and taste the salt of his skin, the precome he’s jerking himself off with.

Before he even needs to ask, you start recording a video of your own. Leave your panties on because you know he’d want you to. Record the first pass of your fingers through your slick, let out a disbelieving little laugh at how wet you are, how you can hear it. Moan as you dip a finger into your cunt, just to the first knuckle. Say, “I’m so wet, Gyu, oh my god,” all breathy.

Not all that different from how you sound when he’s here. When he’s flesh and blood and right beside you, on top of you.

You use the wetness you’ve gathered and move your hand to your clit. It’s throbbing beneath your touch, your body already wound too tight, and you nearly hiss in oversensitivity and relief when you finally touch yourself the way you’ve wanted to. “Fuck.”

You force yourself to take your time. Slow, small circles, when everything in your body is screaming to be selfish, begging for release the same way Mingyu’s had.

“Should I finger myself?” you ask. A sharp inhale as your next pass has your toes curling. “Wo-won’t feel as good as you, but I need—need more.”

Before you cut the video, you zoom in a little. Make sure Mingyu will be able to see the way you’re touching yourself, be able to hear the sound of your arousal, the same sounds that have warmth blooming in your cheeks.

Kim Mingyu: jesusf fuck Kim Mingyu: god baby youre so hto Kim Mingyu: wanna see you finger yourself Kim Mingyu: please

It’s a little embarrassing, how incapable you are of denying him anything. You trust him implicitly, love him even more, so it’s second nature to give in, to adjust your phone so you don’t have to hold it. Second nature to press record, pull your panties to the side just like you’d proposed earlier; second nature to make a show of sticking two fingers in your mouth, sucking on them, before bringing them to your entrance and easing them inside.

Nothing compared to the stretch of Mingyu, both his fingers and his cock, but it’s still good. Enough to have you sighing softly, barely audible over the sound of everything else: the rustling of your sheets, the low thrum of your own television, you in general.

A rhythmic song and dance. Practiced. You grow wetter with each push and pull; know Mingyu will be able to see it, the way you work yourself open. That, too, has you a little dizzy. Breathless. You wonder what he sees when he looks at you. Not only like this, but all the time. Does he see an expiration date? Something good while it lasted? Is there just this—something carnal and superficial?

Or does he just see you?

It drives you crazy. Inspires something within you: not just the desire to please him, make it worth his while, but to be something else, something more than this. Has your fingers moving a little faster, has you grinding your clit against the palm of your hand. Has you a whining, writhing mess; has sounds spilling out that you aren’t sure you’ve ever heard come out of you.

You send it before you can overthink it. Whatever Mingyu sees in you, at least these are the images that’ll play in his mind whenever he thinks of you. At least you’ve sunk your claws into him.

Seconds pass in a blur. You’re still on the brink of a mind-numbing orgasm, stuck in this liminal space simply because Mingyu isn’t here, and you know, too, how this goes. Know you aren’t supposed to come without his say-so in the same way he edges himself until he gets yours.

Kim Mingyu: shit shit shit Kim Mingyu: i wish that was me. wanna take you apart like that. wanna finger you while i eat you out, make you squirt all over me again Kim Mingyu: fuck i thin k about that all the time Kim Mingyu: im gonna cum

I think about that all the time.

So do you. You, on your hands and knees, Mingyu eating you out from behind. Bracing yourself against the headboard with one arm, the other one reaching behind you to pull at his hair. You remember how relentless he’d been that night. A man possessed. Disregarded all your breathless pleas, every Mingyu, Gyu, fuck, fuck, Mingyu, baby— that left your mouth. His tongue left your pussy only long enough to say, you can take it, baby before he was right back at it. Before he worked in two fingers alongside his mouth. Before his free hand came down hard on your ass, the sting startling you, making you jerk, forcing you closer to his mouth.

You remember coming with a scream. You remember coming to with Mingyu’s lips to your neck, the sweet way he was speaking to you. You remember the knee-jerk embarrassment you felt when you saw the giant wet spot you’d left on the bed and how quickly it dissipated when Mingyu pressed a kiss to your temple, called you his good girl.

You: you can come, but you know the rule

You move your fingers back to your clit, feel all that pleasure flood back, start in your toes. It’s not long before you’re pulling a blistering orgasm from your body—one that feels like it belongs to Mingyu, wasn’t yours for the taking.

thank you, he replies, right beneath a photo of his abs streaked with cum.

The comedown is jarring. You feel both too big for your body and completely out of sorts now that you’ve fulfilled your role. Now that there’s nothing to do but sit in the stillness of your bedroom, that same drama playing on television, some girl getting her heart broken.

You wonder if Mingyu’s thinking the same. If his body also sags with relief, if the absence of all that tension feels crushing. If the first thought he has in this newfound clarity is also I love you and if he also swallows it down every single time. You wonder if he thinks about his role, if it’s becoming stale and tired.

Because you know what comes next:

Kim Mingyu: i’ll be home soon Kim Mingyu: can i see you

And you also know what you’ll say. After all, you’ve played this role before.

if you've made it this far thank you so much for reading! this is prob not my best work since it's a lil rushed but i needed something to get me out of my slump.

i would love to hear your thoughts! <3

#mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #mingyu imagines #mingyu scenarios #mingyu x you #mingyu x y/n #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #seventeen scenarios #seventeen smut #jewel writes

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With the latest bp album dropping today and seeing that nothing has changed the last two years, I’m curious if you can help me understand why I find it all so….mediocre. I can tell that part of it is the effect you’ve brought up with Hybe of too much money smoothing out all character. I also feel like this is a case where keeping the same collaborators has meant doing the same song with tiny changes 5 times, unlike a lot of other groups where they still have variety while keeping a more consistent overall identity. But they feel very bland in a different way than hybe groups do, and I can’t put my finger on why.

nothing blackpink does has a concept.

well, that's mildly facetious: their concepts are 'what if we were cool and influencers and most importantly GIRLS', and that's a non-entity at this point. visually, none of that means anything and all of it is indistinguishable from each other.

i think this is a great question to illustrate exactly why spectacle (the form) is not as simple as slapping together the most bombastic set pieces and ideas you can think of and calling it a day. in order to make good spectacle, you have to put just as much work in as you do with any other type of art. your ideas have to be grounded in a visual logic that drives the entire world you create: sets, costumes, lighting, even text and sound all have to be interlinked, to communicate with each other.

since it's also on everyone's minds right now, let's use nct 127 as an example. specifically, let's use 2 baddies and sticker. both of these mvs superficially carry the same basic visual ideas: there's very bright and highly saturated colouring and a lot of neon, there's a car, and there's a lot of highly decorated costuming. but each of these mvs have highly specific themes and concepts in which they ground both these more general principles.

sticker draws a direct comparative between the old west and the aestheticized neo(n) techno future that has a basis in science fiction and techno orientalism, and within that comparative there's a line drawn between hackers and cowboys, as figures that operate outside of the law on their own moral codes. throwing in the lowrider is another connection to operating outside the law, as lowriders can only be created via modding/customization and the mods themselves are technically illegal. one can pick apart several different meanings from sticker however they desire, but my point is here that the concept has a context and logic. the imagery and production design are all based around that specific theme, and the styling is uses very obvious markers from cowboy/western fashion to further drive the point home.

and 2 baddies. oh there are some LAYERS to 2 baddies. firstly, one of the main visual motifs is geometric art deco style patterning, which is an arts and design movement that started in the mid 1920s and continued up until around the 40s. this movement did not just impact visual arts, but it also heavily impacted commercial and industrial design, which included both architecture (famously, the chrysler building) and, very notably: cars. this era is the boom of the automobile and the art deco movement in particular produced some of THE most beautiful cars of all time, including:

the bugatti aerolithe

the delahaye 177 rs

the delahaye 165 cabriolet

and one of my personal favourites, the phantom corsair

you know who else was designing cars in the 1930s and 40s? porsche:

the porsche type 12, 1931

the porsche 356 no. 1, 1948

and just as an extra fun lil detail, in the chorus of the actual song, there's a sample of a vintage car horn (it's right after the line 'don and manner'), which is the horn of a ford model a, which was ford's second model that replaced the model t, the car that popularized driving. and when was the model a produced?

and like with sticker, the styling draws directly from the clothing associated with concept, as it has very distinctive visual signifiers. we haven't seen any of the stages yet but i'm willing to bet that most of the styling is going to be based around motorsport gear. this goes across the board for pretty much every 127 styling: it is very obvious which era a performance is from just by looking at the costumes, because they use those very distinctive unified visual signifiers.

now, can you do this with a blackpink cb? name me a significant visual difference between any of their mvs. any of their stylings. all their mvs are colour graded the same, they reuse the same general imagery, there's no coherent theme holding anything together, and all their outfits are typical heightened kpop girl group. using just pure bombast works once or twice, but like as we've seen with their music, when you reuse the same imagery over and over again it loses impact. there's no spark. it gets boring.

#also all of their choreography is the same. sorry #another important thing to note here is that keeping the same collaborators does not always mean that you always produce the same work #sm works with a lot of the same people across different groups + cbs and almost never produces anything with the same degree of 'sameness'#if you are working with the same people constantly and you are producing the same thing every time:#someone or all people in that creative relationship are bad at their jobs. that's the truth #kpop questions #blpk w #nct w #for all they have the life sucked out of them bts does actually switch up their concepts enough that it does make each era distinct #blackpink has not done that a single time. their concept is literally 'we are blackpink'#why do you think they say their name so fucking much in their songs. bc there's nothing else that makes it distinct #groups build identity through numerous different ways but it's always a combination of: the idols faces/voices #choreography/movement styling and music type #when you switch concepts frequently but keep specific throughline threads THATS how you establish signifiers #without making people bored #sure by making everything the same all the time we all definitely recognize blackpink. but like. that's not interesting to keep watching #text #answers #listen. i dont think its gonna happen BUT if we see 127 in like. glitzer 30s-40s suits im going to YELL #i'm hyped for the 2 baddies era bc i love any time i get to flex my car knowledge and SPECIFICALLY my art deco car knowledge #literally one of my favourite things ever i can look at these cars all day #back home i used to go to car shows all the time. a well designed car is one of the most gorgeous pieces of machinery #i have actually seen a real ford model t. i think it was from 1914? a guy in my hometown had one #it's so funny to me bc theyre going to have to change the '2 baddies 1 porsche' line for music shows bc its a brand name?#like cix had to change ferrari to 'mercy' for 458 (hilariously - another cb literally about a car)#the classic 911 design was first introduced in the 1960s so it is technically outside the scope of being an 'art deco car' BUT #it very clearly takes inspiration from some some of the shapes that were floating around at the time like with the aerolithe #AND porsche was experimenting with that shape with the type 12 #it just took a couple extra decades for them to finally get there. close enough imo

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BTS Reaction || He's Whiney About The Nickname You Have Him Under

⤜MASTERLIST

SEOKJIN:

Ever since the boys had teased Jin last week about the nickname in his phone he'd begged you to change it so you did. Maybe it was petty of you but that's what you did, you changed it back to his full name even if you didn't want to.

"Why?" He suddenly called out as he stared down at your phone, you were just texting the group chat when he saw his name popping up on the screen.

"Why what?" You mumbled looking at him a little confused as to what was upsetting him.

"Why is my name so cold in your phone?" You glanced down at it, it was simply his full name with no emoji just like he asked you to do.

"What are you talking about? You said you didn't like the nickname." You shrugged your shoulders not seeming bothered by any of this since he'd been the one to tell you to change his nickname from what it was. Besides, "cutie pie" wasn't even that bad, you did find him cute so what was the issue with it?

"I was lying." He whined a little, sitting beside you on the sofa and trying to take your phone from you but you smirked taking it away from him.

"Well, it didn't seem like it." You mumbled at him.

"Baby, please," He whined, begging a little as he cuddled into your side,

"Please change it back," He looked at you and you bit down on your tongue trying not to smirk at him.

"You said you didn't like the nickname I gave you,"

"Cutie pie was great, please change it back." He whimpered a little and watched as you slowly changed his name back to "cutie pie" with a pie emoji at the end.

"Better?" You smirked before he nodded, cuddling into your side.

"Much." He whispered before kissing your cheek.

YOONGI:

Last week Yoongi had made a fuss over the name he was saved as in your phone so you'd changed it back to "Yoongi" since he clearly didn't want to be saved as something cute anymore. You don't even remember why he'd been so against the nickname in the first place.

"Can I use your phone to call mine? I can't find it." He asked as he looked around the living room, he couldn't find his phone anywhere and he was beginning to worry a little.

"Sure, you know the password." You mumbled as you continued to look under the sofa for his phone. Yoongi unlocked your phone before letting out a small whine.

"What the fuck is that?"

"What?! A spider?!" You screamed out, jumping up from the floor and onto the sofa in case the spider was around you somewhere but you turned to look at your boyfriend who was still holding your phone.

"What happened to my nickname?" You frowned a little and stared at him, he was the one that told you to change the name and now he was whining about it?

"You said you didn't like "cuddle buddy" anymore so I changed it." You shrugged, getting down from the sofa and looking at the phone as he silently changed it back to the nickname that it was before.

"I thought you hated it."

"I did but I don't like it being just my name." He mumbled calling his phone so the two of you could go back to hunting for it.

HOSEOK:

"Hobi bear," Yoongi teased Hoseok for the sixth time in the span of 30 minutes but Hoseok seemed to have no reaction to it anymore. The boys had discovered Hoseok's nickname earlier in the night and Hobi had begged you to change it to something other than that so he wouldn't be so embarrassed about it.

"It's not his name in my phone anymore." You shrugged at him and Hoseok stared at you completely dumbfounded.

"What?! Why?!" He called out, his voice cracking ever so slightly as he stared at you.

"Because you told me I needed to change it," You frowned clearly not understanding why he was suddenly so upset about you changing his name back to something normal.

"But that was just to impress the boys. Put it back," He told you as you took your phone out to show him

"You said you didn't like it, so I changed it to "Hoseok,"" You shrugged your shoulders but he was already clicking on "edit" on his name so he could change it back to his nickname, the boys all smirking as they listened to him whining at you.

"And I lied. Please...Please put it back," He begged as you nodded, smirking as you changed his name back to "hobi bear" with a giant smile on your face.

NAMJOON:

Namjoon wasn't the biggest fan of nicknames for one another so when he'd seen his name saved as "Joon-bug" last week he'd gotten a little moody about it but nothing compared to this. His name was flashed up on your screen and he suddenly felt a pit in the bottom of his stomach. It felt so cold to just see his name on the screen instead of the cute nickname he'd gotten used to over the years,

"Will you change my name back?" He questioned, handing you your phone as you frowned at him.

"What?" You laughed softly taking your phone from his grasp and unlocking it to go onto his contact information.

"My name put my nickname back." He whined out, looking at you as he cuddled into your arms making you giggle a little.

"You can call me it whenever you want, you can name me it, but please...Put it back," He whined, it was rare when you saw whiney Joon come out and you were loving every second of it.

JIMIN:

"You need to make up your mind," You laughed at Jimin as he followed you around the house. He'd just discovered that you'd changed his contact name to his actual name in your phone and he was acting like a baby about it. As if he wasn't the one to kick off just last week that he hated the name you had him saved as.

"Just change it back," He whined at you, his full whiney state coming out as he watched you closely. You slowly turned to look at him and raised an eyebrow at him,

"You told me you hated it because it sounded like that cricket from the Disney film." You reminded him of what he'd said last week and his eyes saddened a little,

"But it was your nickname for me and I want it back," He pouted as you shook your head at him. You'd nicknamed him "Jiminnie" in your phone because it wasn just something cute and adorable but after what he said the other day you weren't so sure on it anymore.

"I love the nickname please put it back," He begged, holding onto your hand as you let out a small sigh and nodded.

"I'll do it later," You promised before kissing his cheek softly.

TAEHYUNG:

The boys had teased Taehyung religiously all week long for the nickname you'd had him saved under in your phone and now they were continuing to do so as you all sat down for a movie night.

"He's not saved as "my alien" anymore," You told them plainly, after the way Tae had reacted last week you'd been quick to change it back to his name.

"What? I'm not? Why?!" He asked suddenly defensive, in truth, the boys didn't bother him with their teasing but knowing you'd changed his nickname to something else was beginning to bug him. How could you change it?! It was something you liked to call him.

"Because the boys teased you." You reminded him but he shook his head at you, reaching for your phone and giving it to you.

"Please change it back, please," He whined out making the boys all chuckle around you as he whined and begged for you to change his name back to what it usually was.

"My alien," You giggled as the boys all began to tease him again but this time Taehyung didn't even care, he just cuddled close to you.

JUNGKOOK:

"What the fuck?" You heard Jungkook grumble from beside you, You looked away from the movie on the TV and turned to stare at your boyfriend.

"What the fuck is this?" He put your phone down on your lap and you stared down at the screen with his contact information displayed.

"Your phone number?"

"Where's the nickname gone!?" He questioned, pausing the movie and staring at you as he awaited your answer but you didn't know what to tell him. Just last week he'd been asking you to change it to something other than his nickname,

"You told me you hated it."

"No. I just said I didn't like it." He shrugged his shoulders, he didn't like it but it didn't mean he wanted you to change it.

"Boo-thang, was our thing." He grumbled, a blush settling on his cheeks as he tried not to get embarrassed about it.

"I'll change it back for you then," You smirked as he wrapped his arms around you while you changed his name back

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