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kmelanin · 5 years

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Something I had in my drafts.... a story about some stoners

NOT EDITED AT ALLLLLLLL You didn't mind being alone. In fact you chose it. You hated wasting your time and energy on petty friends, when you could be having much more fun alone with a couple of blunts. You would be lying if you said you didn't want a friend though. Someone close to you that will never leave. But that's just wishful thinking.

You lived alone. You and your black cat. She had a white tail and her name was Jane. She was your best friend. Her and MaryJane.

You recently moved to a new town, looking for new and fresh opportunities. You wanted a change and that's what you're getting. You were currently in your room. Everything now where it needs to be. Well the little stuff you had. You stood in front of your door mirror making sure you looked decent enough to go outside. You had on a white halter crop top and and long black skirt that had a slit all the way up your thigh. You had some fishnets on as well, with some black combat boots. The skirt was loose enough to move around in. You grabbed a big black jacket to wear outside. It was cloudy and you weren't sure if it was going to rain or not. You grabbed you bag and put a couple of pre rolled blunts and a lighter in it, along with your wallet and some other things you will need.

You heard about a park that was practically a campground. It had a huge forest on one side and the campground on the other. There was a entrance where town's people can hike and walk the trails. You wanted to find a spot to smoke. A little hideout.

Once you got there, you started heading up, you wanted a nice view. You put your earpods in to avoid anyone. You passed some people here and there. Once you almost reached the top, there was a smaller path leading into a bush, but you couldn't help it and walked down it anyways. There was a little opening off to the side and you find a perfect clearing behind the bush. It was surrounded but big and little trees. Except for the clift, where you could see the water and some cabins. You thought it was secluded enough to smoke.

You took your earphones out incase anyone were to sneak up on you. You then smoke and think. You sat on a rock and also played some soft music. It was around six pm and the sun was starting to go down. It felt way too good to be true when you looked up from your phone and seen the sun setting on the other side of the city, passed the camp site. You could practically see everything. You didn't know if it was because you were a blunt in a half, but it was just so beautiful. It gave you hope for this new city.

The lighting was really pretty, so you pulled snapchat out and started to play around with it and you smoke the rest of your second blunt. You took some selfies and post them. You even took some videos. When the lighting was really golden, you took a big hit while recording. As you were blowing out a guy popped out behind you in your video, and it scared the fuck out of you. You quickly stand up, dropping your phone in the process.

“Fuck” You look down and grab your phone. You wanted to cry when you seen that it was shattered, there was no way you were going to be able to get another one right now. You were living off of your savings right now, until you got a job.

“Shit, is it okay?” His voice was deep, making you look back at him. His hair was longer, covering his eyes a bit. But it was messy so his eyes poked through a bit. They were wide and you realized that he didn't even know you were there. You sighed and turned your phone to him.

“What do you think?” You sounded irritated and he noticed right away. He felt so bad. It was all his fault, he thought.

“I'm sorry, no one really knows about this spot, so you kind of startled me.” He looks down nervously. That gave you a second to look at him more. He had on a large button down and it was tucked it. It looked really smooth, soft, and silky. His pants were black, tight around his waist, but were extremely loose all the way down. You were confused to how he looked so good but in such loose clothing.

“I'm sorry for intruding on your area. I was getting ready to go anyways.” You put your phone in your bag and walked towards the entrance. But he quickly steps in front of it and pulls out a plastic baggy with two rellos and some nugs of weed.

“Let me smoke you down.” He smiles a bit. The vibe he gave you wasn't a dangerous one, but he still made you nervous.

“What kind of rellos?” You ask, raising your brow.

“Swishers.”

“Ew.” You cringe and you walk around him, walking down the hill.

You were almost to the entrance when a guy walks passed you, his red hair catching your eye.

“Hey, were you at the top? Have you seen a guy with longer hair, kind of baggy clothes?” He asks. His hair was parted and styled back a bit, he was in black cargo pants and an oversized black shirt.

“Um yeah. If we are thinking about the same person yeah.” You nod and turn to walk away. But his voice stops you again. “Wait, i've never seen you here before. Town isn't that big…”

“I just moved here.” You say nodding once again.

“Oh!, well I'm Jeongguk. Guessing by your eyes, you're into something I am. Match sometime?” He asks smiling at you. His eyes were so bright and hopeful.

“If you ever see me again, sure.” You turn around and walk home.

The rest of the night, you finished unpacking your clothes and ordered food, since you didn't have any food in your home yet.

You wondered if everyone in this town looked like the two guys you've seen today. If you, you needed to move ASAP because you can't handle it. You're a fool for even thinking that they were made for you. But you were highly upset that you didn't take his offer. He seemed nice, they both did. But your stubborn attitude pushed them away. You could’ve had friends.

Over the next week, you've put in over thirty job applications, just needing options. You've also managed to get your home put together. You bought a new tv and couch. But everything else you had. You just finished putting up one of your last paintings. One that you did. It was abstract. Something you did when you were really high. It was the rasta colors with black and grays added.

It was almost midnight, and you decided to go back to the spot and smoke a blunt. You hoped that since it was so late that there will be no one there.

You used the flashlight on your broken phone to make your way up. You did it quickly wanting to get there. You wanted to scream when you heard laughing. You peeked through seeing two figures there. There was a small fire and the tip of the clift, away from trees. The was soft music playing and it smelled like straight weed.

It was them.

“Are you guys always here?” You ask coming around the bush and into the secluded place. They jumped a bit and looked back at you.

“Not really in the mornings. We tend to sleep in.” Jeongguk said smiling. He stood up and walked towards you.

“Noted, I’ll come in the morning from now on.” You back away a little annoyed that you had to walk home.

“No wait! Did you already forget what you told me?” Jeongguk grabs your wrist, he pulls you gently toward the other. You didn't answer, unsure of what to say to him. “Mhmm, you said the next time I see you we can match. You look down at the other guy, with the long hair. Then back at Jeongguk.

“Right now?” You ask.

“Why not?” He shrugs. He sits on the ground, on top of a jacket he had, and he pointed at the other big rock, wanting you to sit there. You slowly sit down, unsure of this situation.

“No, fuck…” The guy on the other rock mumbles. “ I scared the fuck out of her and shattered her phone. I told her that I would smoke her down.”

“Oh damn, okay that's fine.” He grabs his backpack and pulls out supplies to roll a big Raw cone.

“It's fine. It was an accident. I brought a blunt.” You say pulling out your small clear makeup bag that contained it.

“No. Taehyung here broke your phone. The least he can do it smoke you down.” Jeongguk says passing your he joint. You sighed taking it, you gave them a soft smile. You were happy you knew both of their names now and that you didn't have to smoke your own weed. But also kind of felt nervous because they were hard on the eye, in a great fucking way. And because this weed won't be able to fix your phone. You light it and started to puff on it.

“So Yn here is new, where from?” Jeongguk asks. You frown at his words. Not wanting to discuss anything about your old town and your past there. You just keep smoking.

“Okay, well what do you like to do?” Taehyung asks. You pass the joint to Jeongguk but he waves his hand.

“All you.” He smiles.

“I like to smoke weed, and listen to music. I don't know really, it's usually just me, myself and I. But I do like shopping, I just hate going alone.” You shrug. God you sound like a loner.

“Oh same. Honestly, other than a few other things.” Taehyung nods. You felt really insecure. You hated when everyone's attention was on you. Why did they want to get to know you? You pass the joint to Jeongguk again and he actually takes it. You thank him for letting you lungs have a small break.

“So where do you live?”

“Why are you gonna stalk me?” You ask half serious. But they both laugh.

“No silly. We live together. Maybe if you live close, we can hang out” Taehyung laughs and hits the joint next.

“Well I live down the street in the first apartm-”

“ME FUCKING TOO!” Jeongguk gets up and smiles at the new found information.

“Great.”

Over the next couple of weeks. They were everywhere you were. They insisted on showing you everything in the town. You've tried their favorite food and you've seen all of the secret hideout. Either they were in your home or you were in theirs.

It was weird at first, since you never really hang out with people. But they made sure that you were comfortable.

Then it was like you knew them like the back of your hand. Taehyung was the big softy even though it seemed like he was quiet and edgy from the outside. Jeongguk was the serious one, he made sure to look you in the eyes all of the time, especially when he wants you to know he’s telling you the truth. It was so hard to think of them as only friends.

They took care of you, they gave you food and weed all of the time. Sadly no jobs have hired you yet.

They were too good to be true. They loved being around you, they loved your cat Jane. Words from their mouth. You always felt unsure.

One thing you hated was how touchy they were. How were you supposed to stop your heart from beating so fast when they hugged you and held you so often. How were you supposed to stop your heart from beating so fast when they helped you through some of your sad moments.

Taehyung got you a new phone and Jeongguk made some paintings for you home.

Ugh, you just feel like everything is moving so fast.

You are currently changing into pajamas, in the living room was Jeongguk waiting for you on the couch for movie night. Taehyung wasn't feeling to well. You both earlier took him some soup and books to read.

You were nervous, like always. You grabbed your soft blanket and you went into the living room. You looked over at them and smiles softly. Jeongguk sat on one side of the couch, his hair freshly dyed a berry red and his pajamas consisted of a black t-shirt and black plaid pants.

He looked over to you and smiled. He then patted the couch next to him, wanting you to sit next to him. You sighed wishing that you bought the chair that you seen at the store the other day. You walked over and sat on the other side of the couch. You propped your legs up so that he couldn't scooch any closer. He looked at you confused.

“Why don't you wanna sit next to me?”

“We are watching a movie. It's not like the view it better when i'm next to you.” You laugh it off grabbing the remote and pressing play.

“Well it is for me.” He pouts, but he grabs one of the blunts that he rolled while you were changing.

You then turned off the only light that was on other than the tv. With the lamp behind you off now, it was quiet dark You couldn't see Jeongguk that well except the tv light casting on his face. He lights the blunt and starts to smoke it.

You both watch the movie and smoke two blunts along with it. It was a comedy.

It was a time like this where you could climb onto his lap and start to kiss his soft lips. But then this is the time to also hide away and cry your pain away. You knew damn well that you weren't his type. You wish you could just get over these feelings.

Towards the end of the movie, you felt his fingers grab your foot. But you snatch it back and gave him a questioning look.

“Umm.”

“I was going to massage your feet.” he looks at you with a ‘duh’ expression. But that just makes you laugh.

“Are you serious.” Your laugh dies out. “And just the other day Taehyung tried to give me a back massage.” You smile. “ You guys are hilarious. You should save those hands for a future girlfriend.”

“Right.” He tries to grab your feet again, but you tuck them away from him.

“Ha ha ha.” You roll your eyes. That made you realize that you just smoked two blunts and that you were indeed high as fuck. “Stop playing with me. I don't think my heart can handle it.” You were serious but made it sound like a joke. He didn't say anything back.

When the credits were rolling, you turned the lamp back on.

“So are you spending the night or going home?”

“I don't want to stay with Taehyung or I’ll be sneezing out of my ass.” He shakes his head. You shook your head at his words and gave him a little laugh.

“Whatever Gguk. Goodnight.” You say standing up. But he stops you. In fact, in a blink of an eye he was on one side of the couch to the other. His body was stuck to yours and his arms around you.

“Ill stay with you instead.” he says. You tried to stand up, and you thought he might actually let you. But instead he just pulls you back down onto his lap. He moves your body so that you were facing him.

“Jeongguk, i'm tired.”You whine, trying to get out of his hold.

“You know, I'm really happy that I met you.” He mumbles against your head.

“You both always tell me.” You sigh. You might have sounded mean, but they literally tell you this all of the time.

“I'm serious, you make me so happy.” His arms tighten around you, giving you a firm back hug.

“Why are you all sappy tonight? We watched a comedy last time I checked, not a romance.” You turn and look at him. His eyes raised and looked into yours. The whites of his eyes were slightly red, and they were lower. His hair was messy and loose since there wasn't any products in it.

He breathing got heavy, and he didn't say anything. You were stuck wondering what he was thinking. He grabbed one of your hands and brought it up to his chest. You felt his heart beating faster than normal.

“Are you too high or something?” You mumble. He sticks his tongue into his cheek.

“Wanna go out to eat tomorrow night?” He asks you softly, confusing you because he changed the subject.

“I promised Taehyung a movie night tomorrow.” You pout a bit, wanting the food.

“No, it's okay. Don't pout.” He murmurs. He grabs your face with one of his hands. With the other he leans both of you down and he buries his face into your neck.

Your eyes would've gave away your uneasiness, but thankfully his eyes were closed. One hand around your waist, holding you close and the other hand against your chest, holding your face close to his.

“G-gguk.” You whisper trying to look at him, but he just sticks his head further into your neck, hiding his face away.

“Shh, I just want to sleep with you next to me.” His words brushed against his your skin, your skin gaining shivers. This is the closest he has ever been to you.

Sure he's given lingering hugs, or his hands would hold your arm or wrist, so that you would stay close. You’d never give him your hand, you would be crossing the friendship line.

This, right now is crossing the line. But you can't just push him off and go to your room, he was in a weird mood and you didn't want to hurt his feelings. As his friend you can stay here and comfort him.

“Ill stay, but i'm not comfortable like this.” You words breaking the little silence episode that was happening. Jeongguk opened his eyes and let you go. You got up and turned off the lamp. He moved a bit so you could have more room to get comfortable. But you shake your head and hold your hand up.

“My bed is much more comfortable than this. Plus you're in Jane’s favorite sleeping area.” You say looking down at your cat sleeping soundly on the floor. Since it was dark you couldn't see what his face looked like, but he got up and grabbed your hand. You freaked and pulled him towards your room. You tried to remove your hand from his, but he quickly realized and laced his fingers with yours. Your heart was beating extremely fast as you both walked down the hall.

Once you reach your room, you've managed to let him go, you get into bed and pat the other side for him. The moonlight coming from the window shined on his face. He looked down at you with this intense gaze.

He wasn't sure if this was safe for him. Should he lay in the same bed as you? He wanted to scream at Taehyung for getting sick. He was suppose to be here tonight, to take everything to the next step. But it wasn't like he got sick on purpose. In fact he was so upset that he refused to even come to movie night, because he didn't want to get you sick.

Taehyung is the calm and soothing one, not him. He knew he could make things intense. But shit, he didn't want to scare you.

His eyes bore into yours as he grabs his shirt and pulls it over his head. He walks to the other side and climbs in. You lay down, not wanting to take up his personal space. But two hands under the cover pulls you. One of his legs go over yours and his arms hold you in. You sighed, knowing that you won't be going anywhere for the rest of the night. You calmed down and fell asleep.

The next morning, you woke up to patterns being traced up your arm, around your neck and over your face. You knew it was Jeongguk, and when his finger got to around your eyes, you opened them.

“Good morning.” His voice was rough, like he had just woken up. His leaned over you, laying on his side and his arm holding his head up. One of his legs were still over yours, partially caging you in.

“Good morning Jeongguk. You smile. He was acting the same. Still so close. Usually, if they spend the night. They sleep on the couch, or on the floor. Sometimes one of them would end up in your bed, but they wouldn't be so close. As soon as they wake up, they would be asking what you wanted for breakfast, or what type of coffee.

But now, he won't stop staring at you. Making you question how you look, after just waking up. His eyes roam over your face, landing below on your lips everyone now and then. You ask him if he wants to wake and bake, but he doesn't say anything. You ask him if he’s hungry. He just frowns and licks his lips.

Every possible reason going through your head, you wanted an answer. Why was he acting like this? You've dismissed every possible answer if it involved anything more than friends...but what if? He was still tracing patterns on your skin, looking everywhere but your eyes.

“Jeongguk…” You say his name, his head leans up towards you, his eyes catching onto yours. You lick your lips, unsure of what to say. But his eyes snap to your lips, watching you. Now your heart was beating fast.

“Do you want to kiss me?” You heart stopped then, everything was too much. You literally just said that out loud. You were getting overwhelmed. But no one would be able to tell on the outside. So you knew that you were getting yourself riled up for no reason. But this was a reason right?

Your words made his eyes pop back to yours. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. But he nods. Then it was like he let out his breath that he was holding. He nods faster, and pulls you closer, whining a bit. He leans down a bit, almost connecting your lips. But he stops.

“I can't.” his words stopped everything. Your face instantly fell into a frown. And Jeongguk knew he was fucked no matter what happens now. He can’t kiss you because he agree with Tae to wait until you all were together. He knows how easy it was to piss you off. How easy it was for you to shut everyone out.

“Get off of me then.” You voice was cold, unlike the nervous one before.

“Yn, wait.” He tries to stop you, but you pushed him off of you and you left the room. You didn’t want to be near him anymore. Not after he just embarrassed, and played with you like that. You go into the bathroom and locked the door behind you. You thankfully grabbed your phone before and you hooked it up to the stereo system in your bathroom. Really like a $10 speaker. You turned it up full blast with your most hypest music and got into the shower. You didn’t want to hear him. And thankfully you couldn’t hear him banging on the door to let him in.

When you got out of the shower, and he nowhere to be found. You took a deep breath, unable to get what happened out of your mind. Now how were you supposed to be around him?

You finished getting ready for the day in a sweat suit. You had to run a few errands before going to see Taehyung. When you were out, you got some popcorn and picked up the movie he wanted. On the way home. You stopped at the Gas Station needing some gas. And some candy. Going there was a last minute thought. And you really wished you didn’t, because as soon as you got out of the car you seen Jeongguk. He was walking out of the store and his eyes went right to you. You quickly opened the door, you heard something drop and you looked back. You seen him drop the drink he had in his hand and was running towards you.

Full panic sets into you and you quickly step back around your door. Since your vehicle was taller, you had to step up. You lift your foot up and step up, and you’re spun around in place. You look at Jeongguk, and was just below your eye level since you were up.

“Jeongguk what are you doing? People are around, and you’re practically manhandling me.” you nod towards his hands on your wrists. He doesn’t say anything for a second.

“Let go of me.” You sit down in your seat. His figure not letting your legs go in.

“You don’t understand.” He mumbles. But you just scoff.

“No, I understand. You like to play with people's feelings. I should’ve known that the first time I seen you.” You push his arms off of your and you get into your car all the way.

“Yn” You slam your door in his face and left, forgetting about the gas.

Jeongguk pulls out his phone and rings Taehyung.

“Whats up Gukkie?” Taehyung still sounded a bit stuffed, but better than before.

“I fucked up.” His voice sounded painful, putting Tae on alert.

“What? What happened?” Jeongguk went on about what happened. He knew he was going to be yelled at, so he started walking down the street. Sure enough, Tae did.

Taehyung was the type to plan, he liked things done smoothly. Unlike Jeongguk, his liked to dive right in, and take what he wants. Jeongguk realized a while ago that he had to take it slow, but last night he couldn't control himself.

“Fuck, she just messaged me saying that she doenst feel good. She isn’t coming over.” Taehyung's voice saddened as his words went on. Jeongguk felt disappointed in himself.

“I'm sorry.”

“It was probably to soon anyways.”

At first you planned on avoiding them for a couple of days. But then you got a call from a grocery store from down the street. They were calling about the application you had put in, they wanted a loyal employee, because they were sick of teenagers applying and quitting. You agreed right away.

Those couple of days turned into weeks. Three to be exact. You didn't completely avoid them. They would ask to hang out, over text or facetime, but you would tell them you had to work. You wouldn't tell them where though, when they ask, you would completely change the subject. Or tell them you had to go.

You just had to box up these stupid feelings like everything else and you should be fine. Just a couple more weeks.

But, when you see a couple of hands place down cookies and chips with some waters down on the table to check out. You looked up and seen an extremely stoned Jeongguk and Taehyung. You were afraid that this was going to happen.

Taehyung's hair was a bit shorter, his eyes were red from smoking, it looks like he had red makeup around his eyes. He had a button down dress shirt, it was a bit big.

Jeongguk with a headband under his hair, a blue oversized shirt with black cargo pants. His eyes matching Taehyung's, his eyes as red as his hair.

You quickly grab their snacks and ring them up.

“Did you guys find everything okay?” You ask putting the snacks in a paper bag. They don't reply. Jeongguk hands you a fifty dollar bill before you could even say the amount. You put their bag on the counter and he grabs it along with his change.

“H-have a nice day.” You give them a small smile and quickly look down at your cash drawer and close it. When you looked back up they were already walking away. You watched them leave, you watched as Taehyung grabbed Jeongguks hand pulling him faster.

They must not of known you worked here. They really wanted to get away. You sighed, and smiled as a lady came up to check out.

Towards the end of your shift. You waited for the next cashier to come and take over. Your feet were killing you and you just wanted to get home. Since you lived down the street, you walked everyday, needing the exercise. When she comes, you give her the key to the drawer and you grab your belongings and leave. You walked out of the front sliding door and walked towards your street.

You were just about to cross the street when a familiar Jeep pulls up in front of you. You were shocked to say the least. Did they really wait until you were done with your shift? You tried to walk around but they just scooted forward. You knew you wouldn't be able to go anywhere. You sighed and got in the back seat. There was a small rolling tray with a fat blunt sitting there.

“Smoke.” Taehyung says from the driver's seat, he then turns the music up and drives. The music was too loud to even try and talk to them. So you take a lighter out of your pocket and sparked up.

You watched the scenery out of the window as Taehyung drove around. They played some of your favorite music and joined you with their own blunts. No words spoken to one another.

By the time you were down to the glass tip, he was driving down your street, your heart started beating faster and faster. Your hands getting clammy. But you just take a deep breath in, hoping to calm your nerves.

Once they pulled in, you got out and walked towards the door, avoiding them a bit longer. You didn't say anything as they followed you. You buzzed in and walked up the stairs. Once you got to your door to unlock it, their bodies didn't stop until they were up against yours. Your hand was shaking a bit, missing the keyhole a bit.

Once you got in. Taehyung shuts and locks the door, something he always bugs you about because you seem to forget to lock it a lot.

“I'm gonna go shower.” You say and quickly go to the bathroom. Thankfully they didn't follow. You quickly showered and put some shorts and an oversized shirt. You stood in your room, in your mirror, talking to yourself. Preparing yourself, for either losing them as friends, or something else entirely. You aren't sure what you're scared of more. Whatever happened, you can't be a wimp.

You took a deep breath and walked into your living room. You expected them to be sitting there talking, not standing there, in almost the same position. Except their shoes and jackets were off.

Taehyung grabs your hand and pulls you towards the couch. You both sit down, and Jeongguk follows behind. Now you were sandwiched between them.

You weren't sure if you should speak first, or wait. You knew you were mean for what you did, everybody hates being avoided. But it just happens. Now with them so close, you almost forgot how good it felt to be near them.

You gave in and leaned into Taehyung, you snuggled yourself into him, and he happily welcomed you in. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed the top of your head.

“Jeongguk told me what happened. He didn't mean to hurt your feelings, that wasn't his intentions. You have to know that.” Taehyung's voice was soft, but it still annoyed you. Did they not see what they do to you? You leaned up a bit to look at Taehyung in the face.

“So, if I leaned up…” Which you did. Your lips were moments away when you stopped. “Wanting to kiss you, but then don't because I ‘can't’” You but more diction on can't. Showing how annoyed you were. Taehyung's face didn't help. His stoned eyes looking dead into yours, he licks his lips and he started to lean forward a bit but you back away.

Now Taehyung understands what Jeongguk meant. Being that close, is almost impossible to keep himself in control.

“I don't know what's with you guys. But I think you need to get laid or something.” You can't assume that they like you. What if they didn't like you back? You would look dumb. You look dumb for even wanting both.

Apparently your little joke didn't settle with them. You didn't notice, but Taehyung looks over at Jeongguk and nods.

“I'll see you tomorrow, you and Jeongguk need some time together.” Taehyung grabs you face softly with his hand and he kissed you softly. Before you could react he grabs his jacket and shoes and leaves.

You still sat there, stunned, frozen, unable to move. You slowly turn your head to Jeongguk who was staring back and had a little smirk on his face.

“Did you just see what he did?” You ask, your voice barely coming out above a whisper. He laughs softly and he nods. Jeongguk was so happy. Not only did Taehyung give him the chance to redo his mistake, but he kissed her first. Which is what he wanted. So now Jeongguk was free to do whatever, with your consent of course.

“I know I assume things quickly, so talk before I freak myself out.” You cheeks were on fire at the moment. You wanted to know what he was thinking, before you start thinking for him. He leans forward, facing you more.

“You know I'm not good with my words.” His sighs, he looks everywhere but you. He had a slight frown; his thinking face.

“Well you can't show me apparently.” You roll your eyes. You started counting in your head, needing to calm down. You always get so defensive. Taehyung definitely kissed you sober.

“Now-now I can.”

You eyes met his, and they were big and glowing. He made sure to keep eye contact, so you knew he was serious. If something doesn't happen soon, he was going to explode. He never felt such a weird connection. Everytime he is around you, his body lights up and his mind can't stop running.

When he first seen you, walking down the hill. He did a double take, times two. He knew a quick way to get you to be comfortable with him, is to help you out and hang out with you as much as possible. If not, he would just be in bed thinking about you. You were such a closed off person, but once he got in… he was definitely a goner. Then he realized that Taehyung felt the same way. Jeongguk and Taehyung agreed that they didn't want to be in relationship with each other, just with you. They both have been friends for so long, that they understood each other so well. Sharing would be no problem. It was all up to you.

So when you avoided not just him but the both of them, he felt like he lost someone. He hated being so dramatic.

“Why did you avoid me for so long?” He asks you changing the subject. He wanted to catch you off guard. So he can show you his separate feelings for you.Not just kiss you because Taehyung did.

“Work” You quickly say. You look away wanting him to see your bluff. But he did anyways.

“That’s not that only reason.” He grabs your hand, pulling it into his lap and holding it firmly.

“I left my old town because of an ex. I don’t deserve anyone, and the fact that you and Taehyung just fell into my life. I knew it was a bad idea from the beginning.” You looked up at him. “I avoided you for so long because I needed to get rid of this want to be near you all of the time. Get rid of this stupid ass butterflies.” When his eyes widen at your words, you looked down embarrassed. “At some point you are going to leave me and I need to be ready. I hate getting attached so fast.” Your heart felt so heavy.

A hand comes in front of your face and to the other side of your face. It pushes your face towards Jeongguk’s. He meets you halfway. Everything was so fast, but it seemed to slow down when his lips got closer and closer. His eyes were squeezed shut. When his lips were connected to yours. You panicked a little on the inside because the butterflies were back. When you started to kiss him back, that’s when he let go. With both of his hands, he grabbed you and pulled you as close as he could to himself. He kissed you so hard and fast, as if you were going to disappear. He started to slow down and he pulled away. His lips were red and starting to swell. His breathing was uneven. He leaned his forehead on yours and look you in the eyes.

“As long as you want me to be here, I’ll be here. Taehyung too, we aren't going anywhere.” His voice touched your skin. Your whole body was on fire, and you couldn't even think straight. You would probably look down, but his hands held you in place.

“Gguk-” You raised your hands up to his. Needing him not to be so close right now. You don't know what to do. But what you did know is that you really, really wanted to kiss him again. His lips stopped you from talking any further. He knew what you were going to say, that you needed to think about it, but it's only to avoid him even further.

“Stop overthinking everything.” He sighs and leans back. He knew he wasn't going to get anywhere. Taehyung still had to do his magic, and use his words. He knew that you would understand and realize that what you feel is okay, you were so oblivious.

“I haven't even told you why I randomly moved to this town. Yet-”

“That doesn't mean anything. You telling me that won't change the way I feel about you, nor Taehyung.”

He was practically telling you that they both liked you, not the way he wanted to confess but it gets the job done.

At this point, anything can happen and you wouldn't be surprised. You looked up at him, feeling your cheeks burn. His hair was all crazy and his face was almost as red as his hair. His eyes were on you, waiting.

You needed to really confirm this. Confirm these feelings, then you could move on to whatever was next. You sit up, you tuck your legs underneath you and face him.

“Come here.” You say. He frowns a bit, confused. But he gets up, in the same position as you. He looked down at you, waiting. “Kiss me.”

#stonerau #taehyung #jeongguk #jungkook #jeon jeongguk #jeon jungkook #kim taehyung #tae #kpop #au #ambw #friendtolover #angst #fluff

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yjkyungwan-blog · 5 years

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𝐒𝐔𝐏 , 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒 ! i’m very excited to finally be here ! the name’s ysa ( she / her , pst ) and i’m coming to you live , acai bowl in hand , to introduce you to the biggest pain in my ass , CHOI KYUNGWAN . okay ... maybe not the biggest , but he’s up there . he’s been at the yujaen sharehouse for about a month now and currently works as an employee at the LAVISH DRAGON SPA as well as a part time DELIVERY BOY for kentucky fried chicken . his detailed profile and connections page will be linked below and if you’d like to plot with him , please GIVE THIS POST A LIKE and i’ll be sure to make your hotline bling via the tumblr ims . or if you’d much rather prefer to figure things out on d*scord , feel free to add me @ stream me by clc#5398 . * mark lee vc * let’s get it !!

profile . connections . // trigger warning for death mention .

NAME: choi kyungwan .

FACE CLAIM: jung jaewon .

PREFERRED PRONOUNS: he / him .

AGE: twenty two .

DATE OF BIRTH: october 30 , 1996 .

ZODIAC: scorpio sun , gemini moon , cancer rising .

PERSONALITY TYPE: istp .

ROOM: yugji building , room 1b .

+ witty , perceptive , flexible , leisurely , charming . / - blunt , dishonest , reserved , unorganized , noncommital .

AESTHETICS: #being paid on time , #vegetarian-friendly food options at restaurants , #tyrian purple , #winning bets , #smoking cigarettes , #getting the last laugh , #cats , #pineapple on pizza is good you just have terrible taste , #denim jackets , #staying up late , #cold beers , #spraying febreze , #buying lottery tickets , #sarcasm , #bragging rights , #sour gummy worms , #the rush of adrenaline from catching your bus or train at the last second , #wellness shots , #the nightmare before christmas , #happy delirium , #when the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline , #finding money in your pocket that you forgot you had .

born in yongsa , south korea . only child . grew up under the care of both his parents and lived quite comfortably . his family owns lavish dragon spa , which is considered to be the biggest and most popular bathhouse in town . his father is the primary owner and keeps an eye on all the day-to-day activities , while his mother runs the books and takes care of everything from a public relations standpoint . as his parents worked full time , a lot of his childhood was spent in daycare facilities or with his late paternal grandfather .

out of all his immediate family members , kyungwan considered himself to be the closest with his grandfather . his most favorite memory of them spending time together was when he was three years old ; in the middle of summer , he distinctly remembers , walking along the seashore of yongsa beach , holding hands and laughing as he eats an ice cream cone and accidentally drops it into the sand .

when he passed away , kyungwan took a long time to process and accept it . the concept of death was a hard pill to swallow for a kid his age ; he was a little confused and a lot sad , and didn’t exactly know how to deal with it . he also wasn’t one to be outwardly emotionally expressive , still isn’t to this day , so instead of spilling tears or talking about it , he withdrew into this shell for a good chunk of his first year of middle school .

things took an upturn when he got involved with tennis . his mother , worried sick about his well-being , forced him into the idea in the midst of his “ i don’t want to do this , you can’t make me ” tantrums because she believed he needed to do something , anything to get him out of the rut he was in , and she was not going to stand by and watch her son sit tight-lipped and grieving . turns out , he had a knack for the sport ; he didn’t want to admit it at first but he liked it , and he liked that he could channel all of his negative energy out on the court . it was a way for him to express himself without actually having to express himself ... verbally .

unfortunately his interest in tennis lessened over time , just as his interests in other things grew over time , and he doesn’t play much anymore . he still considers it a hobby , though .

as briefly mentioned above , kyungwan works as an attendant at lavish dragon spa . it’s a job some may consider a “ hand out, ” due to the fact that his parents are the ones in charge , but don’t let him catch you saying that . he doesn’t mind it , working there ; it’s basically a second home to him . his father keeps on insisting to groom him for management but he’s not entirely sure he wants to commit to that yet . it’s nice to think about , a good backup plan , but he’s not 100 % sold . he doesn’t want to be tied down . wants to explore all his options .

aside from his job at the bathhouse , he also makes money through a part time job doing deliveries for kentucky fried chicken . which is so ironic , given that he doesn’t even eat meat , but who is choi kyungwan if not a walking paradox ? he responded to a wanted ad one day , went in , got the job , and it sticks . he’s not complaining . most nights he’ll come home smelling like grease and fried chicken . and depending on who you ask , that could not be a bad thing .

to be specific: kyungwan is pescetarian-vegetarian , which means he follows a strict plant-based diet with an incorporation of seafood . he doesn’t eat meat for any extreme reason , he just doesn’t like it . feels nauseous and sluggish after eating it . he’s not going to go out of his way to hound people who do eat meat , and he doesn’t get bothered if you eat some infront of him . he merely won’t have a bite . period .

kind of charming , kind of an asshole . knows how to use words to get by and truly believes karma doesn’t apply to him . sugarcoating isn’t in his vocabulary ; he’ll tell you how it is , plain and simple . sometimes he can come off insensitive in this regard , but he doesn’t mean to hurt people intentionally . nine times out of ten , the things he says or does are for his own benefit and the people around him are an afterthought . but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about his friends and loved ones . he does . he just understands that at the end of the day , the only person that’s going to take care of him is himself , and he wants to protect his heart above all else . he’s been careless before , too trusting , and has had ex friends and ex relationships walk all over him .

has an affinity for smoking . it’s a habit he picked up from those he’s been hanging around with these days . he won’t smoke in the sharehouse , he knows better not to , but he’ll light a cigarette outside . there are times where he has tried to quit but it hasn’t broken ground yet . the longest he’s gone without smoking was two months ... let’s see if he can beat that .

tends to get into fights . mighty prideful . his parents , or more so his father , hates the kind of person kyungwan is becoming and they never see eye to eye on his choices . his mother , on the other hand , always gives him the benefit of the doubt and stays perpetually worried about him . she’s been like that ever since he was young and he knows she’ll never change .

he moved out of his parents’ house because he couldn’t stand the suffocation he felt from living under their roof . they constantly argued and went back and forth , and at the time things seemed definite and final . he then moved in with his now ex girlfriend and lived with her for a few months before their imminent break up , prompting him to find a new place to stay . he contemplated going back to his parents ; was actually about a block or two away from the front door before he talked himself out of it and went to look into hostels and every other possible affordable accommodations .

and that’s how he wound up at the yujaen . this living situation is more tentative than anything , though it’s already been a month and he’s still there . he’s not the worst roommate or housemate in the world but there are definitely some things he needs to work on .

#yj:intro #hotline bling??? in 2k19???? ...... who am i #neways i'll get to messages soon!#𝟏𝟎 › 𝗈𝗈𝖼.　 / 　 𝒂 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒕𝒆𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒆

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winnwinn-moved · 7 years

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ice cream

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to say that sicheng has a crush on you is an understatement. crush doesn’t begin to cover the sweaty palms. the longing gazes, the shy smiles. crush can’t even describe the way his heart races when you call his name, the way his stomach twists in knots when you smile his way, the way his mind melts when you brush your fingers over his. crush cannot possibly fathom how unimaginably in love he is with you.

the issue with sicheng though, is that he likes the word crush, a lot. it’s a no strings attached, no commitment, no heartbreak kind of deal. with a crush, there’s no way in the world his heart will shatter to pieces if and when things don’t go according to plan. crushes mean that sicheng doesn’t have to get invested, and will most definitely be perfectly fine whenever things don’t work out.

unless of course, his crush is actually love.

which seems to be the case with you. unfortunately, fortunately, sicheng can’t decide. liking you isn’t the issue; no, you’re intelligent, sweet, gentle-hearted, passionate, lovely. the issue is that sicheng can’t get over his nerves and actually confess to you. his older friends like to tease and taunt him about his problem, but no matter how much they provoke him, sicheng still hasn’t managed to work up the courage to admit his undying love for you. yuta vows that he’ll ask you out if sicheng doesn’t. doyoung threatens to confess on sicheng’s behalf. even usually reserved taeil has joined in on the antics, deciding that he’ll drop you some not so subtle hints about sicheng’s feelings.

“just go to a movie or something!!” taeyong is practical with his answer, knowing that the teasings from the other boys aren’t the most helpful. “isn’t what always happens in those romantic movies anyhow?”

“this isn’t a movie though, this is real life.” doyoung is quick to note. “i think you need to do something more obvious than that, i mean-”

jaehyun interrupts. “and special too! it’s not everyday someone like this just sweeps you off your feet.”

the boys roll their eyes. sicheng however, listens intently, mentally taking notes on jaehyun’s romance 101. he agrees; you’re special to him (to say the least) and sicheng doesn’t just want to make this some casual confession you’ll think nothing about in a week. he wants to be open and honest with you, yet at the same time not be blunt in how he presents himself. he wants you to realize that maybe, just maybe (or perhaps, most definitely), you’re more than an average crush to sicheng. he needs to blow your mind with his confession, but at the same time make sure that he won’t-

“go overboard with it.” yuta glares at jaehyun. “you’re telling my precious baby angel to make a parade out of it. honestly, i agree with taeyong. keep it simple, casual, don’t make things like the tunnel of love.”

jaehyun pouts and johnny snickers at this, but sicheng is so caught up in the conflicting arguments that he hardly notices. he suddenly doubts his plan to confess. maybe this is a bad idea. maybe he should wait it out a little bit more, make sure that he absolutely, positively knows that he actually has a chance with you. after all, he doesn’t want to confess, get rejected, and watch your friendship crumble before his eyes because of it. your friendship is far too valuable for him to wreck because he couldn’t control the tugging of his heartstrings.

he sighs, running a hand through his bangs. this is ridiculous. why is he even asking for advice from any of the guys? none of them are currently dating, and the closest thing to it would be yuta and that stupid dating sim game he has. sicheng shoves his hand into his pockets nervously. he promised you earlier in the week that you guys would hang out today. last minute planning was a big mistake. you two are supposed to hang out in less than an hour and sicheng has zero idea where you’re even going yet, or how in the world he’s gonna manage to confess to you. he needs to hurry it up though, because the clock is ticking and he really doesn’t have unlimited time on his hands…

“ice cream.” taeil murmurs under his breath, glancing up from his phone. “ice cream date and somehow or another you only have enough money for one cone and then you share. i think.”

suddenly, the light returns to sicheng’s eyes. he smiles slightly. taeil laughs under his breath as the other boys shoot him inquisitive glances. sicheng can spew nothing but thanks though, as he begins to text you the details. it’s a perfect day for ice cream too. the hot summer sun is beating down their door, seeping through the cracked windows and suffocating the boys nearly to death. four fans blow in the dorm, yet still they’re sweating, melting, maybe even dying. okay, probably not dying, but mark looks close, sprawled out on the floor with his tongue hanging out his mouth. sicheng wonders how in the world he didn’t think about this before. it’s perfect; he likes ice cream, you like ice cream, what are the odds? taeil’s idea about sharing a cone isn’t half bad either, but sicheng thinks he might panic if he has to do something like that with you. not like he would mind, but knowing him he would get nervous and drop the ice cream to the ground with a loud splat! and the entire day would be ruined.

“you better get going.” johnny laughs. “can’t be late for your own date, now can you?”

sicheng shakes his head, his cheeks dark red as the other boys begin to giggle as well. quickly, he slips on his shoes, grabs his sunglasses, pulls his snapback onto his head. as he exits the dorm, the boys bid him with a chorus of good lucks, all of them confident sicheng will finish the end of the day successfully winning over your heart.

it takes sicheng longer than he expected to reach the ice cream parlor, and he’s worried that you might think he’s abandoned you. not like he would ever do such a thing, but the human mind is strange, and he understands that anxiety first hand. he’s relieved to find you standing at the doors to the bright little shoppe though, wide smile gracing your features. your hair is pulled back off your face, and you’re dressed in shorts and a cute top. sicheng finds himself blushing already as he offers a shy wave. he hurries over to you, pulling his sunglasses off and tucking them into the pockets of his shorts. the two of you smile and stare at each other for what seems like hours, before he opens the door and ushers you inside.

the ice cream parlor is packed. all around you, shrieking children chase each other, noses stained by vanilla, chocolate, and strawberry. concerned parents demand they cut the shenanigans, but nearly every person under the age of ten in the building must be on a sugar high. the shrill giggles are mixed with constant chattering, along with workers calling out orders, ice cream cones in hand. there’s hardly room to stand comfortably, and all of the sudden, sicheng finds himself pressed up against you, having been shoved by an older lady trying to grab her child. you turn to face him, and the two of you are mere inches apart, and feeling suddenly emboldened, sicheng wonders if he should just kiss you now or-

someone tugs on his shorts, shaking sicheng from his thoughts. he bites down on his lip and scolds himself for being so brash. he then looks down, only to find a small boy, probably four or five, staring up at him with wide eyes and pursed lips. you glance over as well, wondering if maybe the poor thing lost his mother or something. you kneel down to this level best you can. sicheng smiles softly at the kid.

“excuse me?” the kid tugs on sicheng’s shorts again. “are you two in love? because my mommy says people look at each other like that when they’re in love.”

immediately, sicheng begins to sputter, taken aback by the child’s bold statement. his cheeks start to heat up, as does his entire body, and he now wonders if maybe staying at the dorm would have been a better plan for the day. he tries to ignore the way his stomach tightens, but he can’t. love repeats over and over and over in his head, and he wonders if you’re focused on the word as well. you only laugh however, giving the kid an affectionate ruffle of the hair. sicheng pretends his heart doesn’t sink to the bottom of his stomach, in the process, misses the way you mouth “i think we are”.

before the kid can ramble on, his apologetic mother scurries over, apologizing profusely for his motor mouth. he’s only in kindergarten, she explains, and he really means no harm. you smile and say it’s no problem; sicheng says he’s cute, so it’s really okay. the lady bows her head in one final apology before herding her son off, scolding him on the way. you and sicheng exchange amused glances, and soon the two of you are in hysterics over the little interruption.

finally, you two make it up to the counter. sicheng pulls out his wallet, waiting patiently for you to give your order. however, you are silent, and instead stand there, biting the inside of your cheek. sicheng frowns and gives you a look, but before he can ask what’s wrong, you spin to face him.

“let’s share.” you say, face turning scarlet. “we like the same flavor anyhow, so why spend the extra money?”

sicheng’s wallet hits the ground, his change spilling out as it does. he hurries to pick it up, and avoid you too. he doesn’t want you to see how red he is, how he can’t hide a smile from pulling at his lips, how his eyes must be the size of saucers. he just needs a minute to collect himself, that’s all. pull himself together before he calmly agrees that sharing would be a rather economically sound option. because that’s obviously what he’s thinking about. but when he stands back up, he becomes even more flustered as the cashier winks over at him. sicheng does his best to keep calm, but his hands are shaking when he hands over the money for one chocolate chip ice cream cone.

the two of you head back towards the dining area in silence, too nervous to speak to each other anymore. when you find an empty table, sicheng pulls out the chair for you before sitting himself down, careful to avoid contact. for a while, the two of you don’t speak, instead stealing glances at each other when you think the other isn’t looking. it’s not uncomfortable, but it most definitely isn’t ideal, and sicheng is trying to convince himself to just get over it and admit his feelings already.

it’s three simple words. i like you. that’s all sicheng has to say. yet his throat feels dry and scratchy, and his mind foggy and confused, and he thinks it’s better to save it for another time. the ever haunting idea of rejection looms in the back of his head, and sicheng can’t seem to banish it no matter what he tries.he’s getting fed up though, at himself, at his head, at his heart, for not coming to a consensus about what should be done.

his palms are clammy. his lips are dry. his gaze is focused on his hands, which are folded out in front of him. it shouldn’t be this hard, but somehow, this is one of the hardest things he’s ever tried to do, and he’s not sure whether or not he’ll be able to succeed in somehow spilling his secret to you.

he jolts to attention when you rest your hands atop his own.

“can i ask you something?” you mumble under your breath.

sicheng can only nod.

“is this… i mean this whole thing… is this a date?”

sicheng licks his lips. when he thought about a confession in the past, he thought it would entail lots of laughing, smiling, butterflies in his stomach and tingling down his spine. this is different. this is calming. like suddenly the last piece of a puzzle has been put into place and everything just seems right. there’s no cheering, no screaming, just a sense of calm. it’s like the entire world has stopped spinning, ceasing its rotation so all the stars could align for this moment.

sicheng cringes a bit; jaehyun has really been getting to him.

“i mean…” he trails off, daring to make eye contact. “do you want it to be?”

it’s your turn to be speechless. you waste no time in nodding excitedly though, the smile on your lips exposing your true emotions. sicheng smiles too, and soon you two are beaming, overwhelmed with the sudden sense of being complete.

later that day, nobody questions whether the couple walking down the street hand in hand are in love. from the stolen glances, to the gentle smiles, and soft words, anyone can tell that the two of you are very much in love.

sicheng wonders why it took so long for the two of you to realize it, but he rather likes the way he can kiss the ice cream off your nose now.

#winwin scenarios #winwin fluff #nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct mtl #nct fluff #sicheng fluff #sicheng scenarios #sicheng imagine #winwin imagine #yikes im sleepy #first fluff #!!!#sicheng #winwin #my baby

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silviajburke · 7 years

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Fire And Fury Time

This post Fire And Fury Time appeared first on Daily Reckoning.

One of Bloomberg’s Wall Street cheerleaders let loose of a deep secret yesterday. When the S&P 500 reversed sharply from its intraday all-time high in response to the Donald’s “fire and fury” demarche, Mark Cudmore explained why the index has probably topped out for the summer:

Not to overplay the value of seasonal patterns, but there’s an intuitive reason why August is by far the worst month for the S&P 500 over the last 20 years — people don’t like fighting the market from the Hamptons.

Say it isn’t so!

The titans of Wall Street are supposed to be doing god’s work pushing the stock averages ever higher, not sipping on a “Hot Skinny Wench” of silver tequila, agave, jalapeno and citrus at their favorite Hamptons watering hole.

Then again, Mr. Cudmore may have been on to something. The casino has become so addicted to central bank liquidity and buying the dip that the only thing which can interrupt the relentless climb of stock prices, apparently, is beach time in the second half of August.

To be clear, we aren’t arguing for a Korea Panic. We just don’t buy CNN’s breathless alarmism about the Donald’s statement or think that nuclear armageddon on the Korean peninsula is about to break-out any time soon. In fact, we are downright suspicious about the “leak” which apparently triggered yesterday’s contretemps.

It seems that just in the nick of time to keep the North Korean nuke “threat” at full boil, the intelligence community (IC) favored the CIA’s house organ, the Washington Post, with a strategically leaked answer to the obvious point. Kim Jong-un’s recent ICBM test doesn’t put Los Angeles in imminent danger. That’s because North Korea hasn’t yet miniaturized its clunky 1950’s vintage A-bombs so that they fit in the cone of a missile.

Well, contrary to common knowledge among experts, suddenly it has.

North Korea has successfully produced a miniaturized nuclear warhead that can fit inside its missiles, crossing a key threshold on the path to becoming a full-fledged nuclear power. The IC [intelligence community] assesses North Korea has produced nuclear weapons for ballistic missile delivery, to include delivery by ICBM-class missiles,” the assessment states, in an excerpt read to The Washington Post. Two U.S. officials familiar with the assessment verified its broad conclusions.

Forgive the cynicism and history reference, but we are tempted to ask: Does Colin Powell concur with the “assessment” of these two anonymous officials?

Are those cited even real spooks, or just some fat guys in the basement of a house in Langley, VA?

When the former national security advisor went off half-cocked based on faulty “intelligence” about Saddam’s WMDs, of course, he did it at the UN in full dress diplomatic language.

By contrast, the Donald was alone with his Twitter account at his Bedminster golf club, where he channeled Mr. Kim’s very own vernacular:

“North Korea best not make any more threats to the United States. They will be met with the fire and the fury like the world has never seen. He has been very threatening beyond a normal state, and as I said they will be met with the fire and fury and frankly power, the likes of which this world has never seen before. Thank you.”

The point is not merely that the Donald’s bluster was inopportune, unscripted, exceedingly dangerous and shockingly blunt. That part of it was made completely “inoperative” within hours by his Secretary of State, who took the Trumpian kettle off the stove and doused it in an ice tub:

Separately, in an attempt at de-escalation, Sec. State Rex Tillerson also stepped in to calm the mood, when speaking to reporters this morning, he says he doesn’t believe there is “any imminent threat” from North Korea, and says that they should “have no concerns about this particular rhetoric of the last few days.” As the AP adds, he downplayed speculation that the US was moving closer to a military option.

In an amusing twist, Tillerson tried to justify Trump’s bombastic threats, saying that “Trump is sending a message to North Korea in language Kim Jong Un would understand.”

What the markets are ignoring is not that Trump’s impulsive tweets might start a catastrophic war, but that the reality is he has already been sunk by the Deep State and its allies.

There is no way that a Secretary of State would gut the words of a President in the manner of Tillerson’s repost from Guam if the President were speaking for the machinery of state.

Wall Street is not remotely prepared for the upcoming breakdown of fiscal governance and the Washington kabuki dance which will lead up to the Donald’s last ride on the White House helicopter. The straws are already in the wind and by next Groundhog Day the broken furniture will be piled high in front of the Oval Office door.

It can be taken as virtually a given that there will be no FY 2018 budget resolution and that after repeated showdowns and shutdowns during October-November. There will be nothing more than short-term patches on the debt ceiling and continuing resolutions for next year’s $1.2 trillion worth of appropriations bills.

That means legislative food fights over these short-term patches and expedients will become the permanent business of Washington, not the rebirth of pro-growth policies fantasized by Wall Street.

The myth that the so-called GOP majority is capable of passing a sweeping tax cut stimulus, or even any tax bill at all, will be dead by February. As a procedural matter, there is no possibility of a tax bill from the US Senate.

If a GOP consensus on a 10-year budget plan – including the cuts that would be needed to pay for making America’s war machine “great again” along with border construction, veterans and even a modest tax cut – actually existed, an FY 2018 budget resolution would have passed weeks ago.

The talking heads on TV have suggested that there is no reason to sweat a delay on the tax bill. The general sentiment amongst pundits is that the market is a discounting mechanism and that an eventual cut in the corporate tax rate will permanently raise cash flows and stock prices. Yes, and if dogs could whistle, the world would be a chorus!

At the end of the day, all roads lead back to the Gipper and the giant one-of-a-kind tax cut accident of July 1981. When fully effective in the late 1980s, the Reagan tax cut knocked down Federal revenues by a staggering $1.1 trillion per year in today’s sized economy. But it was all paid for by massive increases in the public debt. That increase was made possible because of a clean national balance sheet in 1980, and by subsequent “tax grabs” in which upwards of 40% of the revenue loss from the tax bidding war of 1981 was recouped.

Those recoupment bills of 1982-1984 and the subsequent bipartisan revenue neutral tax reform of 1986 hang heavily, if unnoticed, over the present tax bill debate. Namely, they removed most of the politically achievable loopholes from the tax code. What is left is a hardcore of “incentives” and “fairness” measures that have weathered 30 years of political challenge.

In short, there are no “payfors” that amount to a hill of beans on the revenue neutral tax bill front. There is no conceivable increase in the national debt ceiling that could enable a Reagan-style deficit-financed tax cut. That fact is that even the Congressional Budget Office (CBO) says that the built-in “current policy” deficit over the next decade will total upwards of $12 trillion before a single dime of new tax cut is added on top.

The chart below, in fact, explains where Trump is starting relative to the Gipper, and why he will end there, as well.

The only thing that can save Trump’s presidency is a successful GOP tax bill. But the clock is running out and the legislative and policy barriers are nearly insurmountable.

The Donald’s single greatest applause line during the campaign, outside of denouncing bad trade deals, was his full throated attack on ObamaCare. But when faced with an emergency continuing resolution (CR) containing an ObamaCare bailout, Trump will be in no position to challenge the Congress.

He will be forced to sign, amid swirling intra-GOP recriminations, a bill that will mark the end of his improbable sojourn in the Oval Office.

With no tax bill and a humiliating defeat on ObamaCare, the GOP will face the prospect of harsh elections in November 2018. That will be especially true because by then Robert Mueller’s squad of legal assassins will have made mincemeat of the Trump family and anyone who supported him in the early days (such as Paul Manafort, General Flynn and Jeff Sessions).

At that point, the GOP’s only hope will be to offer up a scapegoat. As with Nixon, it will do so once the polls show that removal of the Donald has become a condition of survival.

Then the Fire and Fury will really begin.

Regards, David Stockman for The Daily Reckoning

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