#everybody face the right *cha cha slide claps*

[fordford]

ford finds an old photo in the shack

#everybody face the right *cha cha slide claps* #gravity falls #fiddauthor #doodles

[punnyasitgets]

[cha cha slide voice] reverse!

Freeze! Everybody clap your hands!

Ok so Catwoman Guardian of Gotham was a disaster so I'm taking it into my own hands. Only Bruce and Selina are swapped and Alfred still exists, not. The weird maid lady and Bruce is Not a bloodthirsty murderer

This got Very long so it's under a cut

Selina's parents were murdered by Joe Chill and she vowed to never let anyone feel the same pain she did, hence why she later became Catwoman

Bruce grew up on the streets with his big brother Thomas taking care of them both, but Thomas ended up killing a guy in a mugging and got sent to prison and left Bruce on his own

Catwoman hears about a number of high-profile thefts (museums, aristocrats) springing up and starts trying to track down the cat burglar and ends up interrupting a burglarly from a wealthy woman's penthouse

She chases the burglar down and they have a fight on the rooftops where they kick the everloving shit out of eachother but the burglar throws her off the roof and when she gets back up he's gone

Next night, she attends a charity event and meets an activist and fundraiser by the name of Bruce Wayne and they have a nice chat and hit it off

In the middle of it, a waiter bumps Selina in the side right over where her ribs got cracked from the other night and she doubles over so Bruce helps her out of sight and asks what happened

She tells him she tripped down the stairs of her house but he does Not believe it and ends up sticking by her the rest of the night, at the end of which Selina is like. "He's nice I think" and invites him out for lunch soon

Jump a day or two and Selina runs into the burglar again but this time he's got full body armor and a bat motif and she is Not Happy With This Development

Bruce stole a ton of armor and weaponry from the GCPD and made his own suit because Selina rly messed him up the last time they met

So they fight and Bruce hits her in the side and it floors her and he is like. Wait A Minute, but she recovers and he's forced to run

And then over a period of a month or two, Bruce starts hanging out with Selina in the day (lowkey stalking her to see if his wild theory is right) and while over at her manor he spots a bloodstain on her shirtsleeve from a wound that bled through the bandages she was wearing and when he questions her she says she cut her arm open on a nail accidentally and it's not a big deal but he's just. Hm

Also during this period, Catwoman keeps showing up to stop all of Batman's robberies and he's really getting sick of it because he's been using the money from his stolen goods both to like, feed himself but also to support a gang of homeless kids in the neighborhood he lives in and to help provide food for the local orphanage and it's getting Really Hard To Do That When He Can't Steal Stuff

So basically he knows she's Catwoman and Selina is his friend and he's just. I Have An Idea

Batman starts going out more often just to taunt Catwoman while she's on patrol and he starts going to other rogues like Two-Face and Cobblepit to egg them on and he actively breaks Bane out of prison and the Riddler out of Arkham just to set them loose

He's basically manufacturing a crime wave to try and wear Catwoman out and it's working

She's really exhausted because of all this and every time she has to make an appearance in public she's all tired and struggling to keep it together and Bruce makes a point to be there and to cover for her whenever she's too overwhelmed

Eventually Catwoman gets severely injured during a fight and she's too far from the Cave so, not really having another option, she shows up passed out in Bruce's apartment bleeding out and he's all surprised and helps her and gives her impromptu medical care but never pulls off her mask

Selina wakes up on his couch and he's asleep in a chair he pulled up next to her and she's like :] and leaves him a thank you note before going

So Batman has basically become priority one but he keeps causing so many new problems to spring up that she can't actually go after him while he commits a robbery spree, and every tine she deals with everything else he goes to ground for weeks on end

All the while Bruce is there being Supportive Friend Of The Year and they keep going out to eat and they spend events together and it's Grand

Eventually Bruce asks her out! And she's like. Oh No because while she likes him, she genuinely doesn't know if she can handle being in a relationship at the moment but she doesn't want to say no so she gives a tentative yes and so they're dating

Luckily he is a very understanding man and whenever she has to dip out to be Catwoman or when she's too tired to go out he's all "oh it's fine, I can reschedule" and it's a Very Big Relief

Batman goed to ground after another round of Mess With Catwoman and he stays that way for like three months and she puts all her rogues away so for the first time in a While she has proper free time to spend with Bruce and it's lovely! And shes like. "If this is how our relationship is, I don't want it to end" but because she's Catwoman and she doesn't know that she could hide it from Bruce if they were married and so one night she shows up in his apartment as Catwoman and shows him that she's Selina and he's just "!!!!! Oh that explains a lot, that's really awesome"

He swears he'd never tell anyone about her identity and makes a joke about how because Selina makes herself seem so ditzy at parties, nobody would believe him anyway and so Selina proposes to him the next night and they end up getting married and Bruce moves into the manor ❤️

Unfortunately Batman comes back and he pulls a pro gamer move which involves releasing every inmate from Arkham and Blackgate, including but not limited to her entire rogues gallery

So she's having a Time and literally just can't handle everything and every time she does well against a rogue Batman swoops in out of nowhere to divert her and really it's exhausting and she's working herself to the bone

Eventually she manages to wrangle most of them but the Joker is still on the loose and Batman keeps evading her and she Has Not Slept For Four Nights

While she's in the Cave, Alfred makes a comment about how at night it always gets so nerve wracking, especially since Bruce tends to leave after she does and Alfred is worried he might get caught up in something dangerous considering Batman and the crime wave and Selina is like

"He leaves the house at night??? [wh]" And Alfred gets confused tells her how he can never find Bruce in the manor from around eleven pm to two in the morning so he assumes Bruce goes out to visit friends or to deal with personal business and he tells her abt how he asked Bruce about it and he told Alfred that he and Selina had already talked about it

And Selina is just. "He was lying to you, I had no idea he was going out" which makes her Very Suspicious

She can't Do anything about it because she's trying to track down supercriminals but she checks the manor security feeds and she can't find any trace of Bruce leaving which is Concerning

Basically she ends up finding the Joker and stopping him from bombing the city and he gets sent back to Arkham, but before she can go home Batman shows up and they facedown on the roof

Batman goes all "I really didn't want to do this but you gave me no choice" and then starts trying to kill Selina

He gets a bunch of good stabs in but Selina seems to get the better of him and so he runs and she follows him into an apartment building but loses him in the hallways

She spots a bomb behind one of the doors and realizes the building is about to explode so she gets out of there just before it does and Batman corners her with a gun on a nearby roof

He tries to kill her again but Selina manages to get close and hits the gun away

Batman tries to run but she grabs him by the cape and yanks him back and manages to rip his cowl off before he gets away, at which point she sees that it's Bruce and she's Horrified

And it finally clicks that Batman has been trying to get every other criminal in Gotham to either kill her for him or wear her out so that he can do it himself, which would Also be killing Selina Kyle, and since she doesn't have any other heir, Bruce would get her fortune

And she's all "why would you do all this" and he gets really angry and starts telling her all about the people that aren't as privileged as her and he basically tells her that he wants her money so he can use it to help the people living in the East End and the Narrows, since Selina and the other aristocrats of her stature didn't know the problem like he did and refused to help

So Selina is just baffled that he'd go this far and he apologizes to her genuinely before he tries to kill her one last time because now that she Knows, this is his last chance to get away with the plan

It doesn't work, Selina fights him off and manages to get cuffs on him but he gets away and Selina goes home and Divorces That Man Immediately but also realizes that while he was living with her he'd been stealing things like jewelry she never wore or fancy paintings from rooms nobody ever went into and she is just Not Pleased

But she also allocates a ton of money towards charity projects focused in the more rundown areas of Gotham and actively starts funding all sorts of orphanages, soup kitchens, clinics, etc

She tries to track Bruce down but he's just Gone and so she lets it go even though she's very heartbroken and sad that he tried so hard to kill her

#bat and cat swap #batman #catwoman #dc comics #gaysonlyocean #adobe decrees #tysm rat 🥺

[some-cookie-crumbz]

Love your Huwumi fics!!! Can we get some Meet Cute 24 for them? Thnx

Well here’s another idea that’ll most likely escalate into something bigger lmao! Please enjoy this little bit of cute, flirty fun!

If not for Akiko’s insistence and offer of a discount, she wouldn’t have done it. Or so she told herself.

As far as Fuyumi was concerned, she still didn’t understand why she was expected to attend big, ritzy events to help promote her father’s business. After all, it wasn’t like she worked for or with him. She was a grown adult with her own career and her own life to live! She wasn’t obligated to do anything just because her father said so! 

But even still… She liked to maintain friendly relations in her tense family. So when her father had offered to reimburse her the cost of some ballroom dance classes so that he could take her to an upcoming gala in two months time? She was… unenthused, but had agreed nonetheless. When she’d mentioned it to her dear friend, Akiko, she had jumped on it like a starved alley cat on a chicken nugget.

"You should take the class I teach!" she insisted before taking a small sip of her coffee. She made a face. "Ugh! They put way too much caramel syrup in this."

"I thought you taught salsa, flamenco, and ballet fundamentals?" Fuyumi asked. Akiko and her mother, Umeko, ran a dance studio together. Fuyumi had attended some of the ballet classes there back in high school but, once she entered college, hadn’t had the time to keep up.

She nodded, stirring her drink with her straw. "I do. But I'm also teaching pole and ballroom right now," she said. After deciding her drink was mixed up enough, she took another sip. She still made a face, but this time it was a bit more restrained. "Anyway, we're starting up a new six-week session this Friday. The class runs from 6:30 to 7:30, and I know you can make time that night."

Fuyumi let out a small whine and took a sip of her own drink, becoming immediately overwhelmed by the thick vanilla flavor. She swallowed hard and made a face. "You weren't kidding about them going hard on the syrup," she mumbled.

"Right?" Akiko laughed. "But back to the point at hand! The ballroom session we run doesn’t just teach the waltz; we also do the basics and intermediate steps of the cha cha and the tango! That’ll most def impress all those stuffy old douchebags you’ll be spending the night putting up with!”

Fuyumi whined a bit louder as she tried mixing her own drink up to try and distribute the syrup a bit more, maybe water it down a little. “I don’t know,” she trailed uneasily. Sure, it would be nice to be able to go to the gala and put her best foot forward, but more from the sense of just looking good for herself rather than out of spite. She loved Akiko but the other young woman was motivated by only a few things and vengeance was one of the biggest.

“Please sign up? For me? If you do, I'll have an even number of students to pair up! And I’ll even give you a discounted rate on the classes so you aren’t hurting as bad for cash while you wait on your dad to pay you back!" the other pleaded, fluttering her big brown eyes. 

She snorted a bit at it before rolling her eyes. ”Okay, okay, you win. I’ll sign up,” she said, giggling when her friend openly whooped in delight. She took a sip of her drink again and found it… slightly more palatable. She then indicated the other woman with her cup. “But just know I’m only doing this for the discount! And you better draft up the receipts as if you charged the full amount!”

“Of course! Only if you agree to not tell mom that I gave you a discounted rate,” she said, tilting her head and waggling her eyebrows at the other suggestively. They stared at one another before devolving into giggles.

And before Fuyumi knew it, Friday night was upon her.

She swallowed as she walked into the packed room at the studio, the crowd thick enough that it was hard to catch glimpses of herself in the full length mirror against the opposing wall. She considered going over to talk to Akiko, but could see her preoccupied with introductions from some students. Instead, she headed over to the far wall where people were setting their bags down, the odd sensation of eyes on her making her move a bit quicker. She set her bag down and quickly tossed her hair up in a messy but tight bun before tugging self-consciously as the tank top she was wearing as her eyes scanned the room. Oh, gosh, should she have bought some proper dancer’s clothes? She had thought about it going out after work on Thursday, but there had been a last-minute staff meeting that zapped up what little free time she had before she needed to be home to have dinner ready on time. She had figured that the old tank top and capri sweats she’d grabbed would suffice for one class but maybe that was presumptuous of her. 

She was snapped from her musing by a loud clap. She jumped and glanced over at where Akiko stood in front of the group with one of the male instructors by her side. “Okay, everybody, we’re gonna get you guys partnered up! Everybody stand with your back to the mirror and in height order, please,” she directed before turning to say something to her associate.

It was as she moved to join the others in the class that the sensation of being watched returned. From the corner of her eye she caught a flicker of movement and turned to face her watcher. She froze as she locked with sharp eyes of liquid gold settled in a tastefully scruffy face. He was physically fit, wearing a breezy tank top that showed off the defined muscles along his arms and dipped a bit low around the neckline to hint that there was more where that came from. His hair was a gleaming blonde messily pushed out of his face with a black headband. And then there was her deepest, darkest weakness; a light bit of facial hair along his chin and jaw. He was an attractive guy, to put it mildly, and must have confidence, given how he didn’t flinch away when her eyes sought him out. Instead, he slowly leaned back against the balance beam poised just in front of the mirror, tilting his head and flashing her a smirk, looking more like a model on set than some rando in a dance class.

She answered with a small smile of her own when he followed it up with a wink and wandered off to find her place in the line up.

Akiko did a quick scan of those present before she started matching up pairs. She took Fuyumi's wrist and led her right over to Mr. Golden. "Todoroki, Takami, you two will work together," she said, tilting her head out of the young man's view to wink at Fuyumi's pinkening face.

Takami was quick to take her hand with a small hum. "Todoroki-Chan, is it? A pleasure to meet you," he hummed, lifting her hand up to press a quick kiss to the top of her hand.

Fuyumi wished she could slap her cheeks in that moment but instead she politely cleared her throat. “Charmed,” she said gently, forcing herself to regain her composure.

“Oh, I am,” he practically purred.

She flashed a quick glance at her friend, greeted by the other’s dark brown eyes gleaming in amusement. “Okay, Takami. You can flirt with Todoroki on your own time, not my dime. Let’s get everybody on the floor and start with the basic moves, shall we?”

Fuyumi squared her shoulders, heart hammering as Takami led her to join the other pairs in the the lines, Akiko and her partner already having scrambled to the front and starting to give the overview of what the goal was for that days class. Fuyumi was rather relieved that there was a moderate breath of space between their bodies for the waltz steps, as it gave her some level of physical separation from her partner while still being close enough to exchange sly glances. Additionally, it seemed like Takami had a little bit of experience with some kind of dance before, given how easily he took the lead. Fuyumi herself had participated in other dance courses and, while the waltz lessons were new, also had a basic understanding of what to expect. She briefly wondered if Akiko also had some information regarding the prior dance history of her students to assist with picking partners, but couldn't say for certain.

She could, however, say for certain that her partner was charming and that she kind of liked the flirty looks they were exchanging.

“So,” he breathed quietly, at a point where Akiko stopped to help a different pair at the front correct their steps, “what has forced a fetching young lady such as yourself to a class like this?”

She felt a small smile turn up on her lips, a brief flash of courage sparking in her. “Hmm. That’s a rather strange way to put it. Do you think I have a reason other than humble interest behind being here?”

He cocked his head back a bit. “Call it a hunch, but… I get the feeling there’s more to this than a ‘humble interest.’”

“Is that so?” she hummed as they were instructed to return to their starting position to go over the steps again as a whole.

“I’d love to hear more about your reasoning. Maybe over coffee? Or dinner some time? My treat, for getting your phone number and to pick your brain a little,” he said.

She let out a thoughtful hum, sliding her hand slowly up to just a bit beneath his shoulder. Internally, she delighted in being able to touch the muscle she’d been quietly ogling not too long ago. She noticed the light way he shuddered at her touch and a part of her was thrilled by the subtle reaction. “I’ll tell you what,” she drawled. She didn’t miss the way his palm on her upper back flattened a bit more, shifting her just a hair closer and pressing a bit more of his warmth into her, as she spoke. She met his eye fully as she spoke. “If you can encounter me outside of the classroom, on the streets during the day… I’ll give you my number and we can have a little meetup.”

His eyes widened a hair before his grin shifted to more of a smirk. “Oh, so you’d like to play a little bit of cat and mouse? I like that,”

“I had a hunch you might,” she purred back, delighting in the playful back and forth between them. She normally wasn’t this forward or responsive to someone flirting with her. But when it got a guy like this to look at her like that, who was she to complain?

“Well, before we start the game proper, can I at least get the privilege of your full name? To let me know who to be listening out for?”

“Todoroki Fuyumi,” she said. “And what about you? I think I have the right to your name as well.”

He smirked and leaned a bit closer, “Takami Keigo,” he answered, voice barely above a whisper, right as the music clicked back on and they resumed their practice. Fuyumi had to suppress a shudder of delight as they moved, step by step, along the dance floor.

She would need to thank Akiko and Father for their instances after all.

#crumbles grumbles #Huwumi #my fics #I... Really enjoyed this! #I feel like we need more casually flirty Fuyumi in this fandom! #And I am Ready to Provide it!

[taehyungiestummy]

Return to Paradise -- Chapter Twenty-Two

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         My eyes flutter open as my mind wakes up my body. It still seems early in the morning, and I can hear voices coming from somewhere in the apartment.

         I slowly sit up, looking around the room. “My birthday, finally.”

         Emily’s bed is empty, so she must be out making breakfast with Nari. That must be the voices I am hearing. It’s rare that Emily wakes up before me. Usually I wake up first and proceed to wake her up.

         After a few minutes, I decide I am awake enough to climb out of my bunk. Then I exit the room and head to the kitchen. My hair is a mess of tangled curls, my pajama’s consist of one of Taehyung’s t-shirts and shorts.

         The second I step into the kitchen; I wish I hadn’t. Nari, Emily, and Jin are cooking away while the other boys are sitting around the tables set up in the room.

         “Ah, it’s the birthday monster,” Hoseok holds his hands up in front of his face and fakes fear.

         “Uunn,” I groan, holding my arms out in front of me. “Brains,” I say the word as if I were a zombie.

         “Watch out, she could bite you,” Jimin sits up straight.

         “I’d let her,” Taehyung leans back in his chair.

         I let my arms fall back to my sides as a laugh flows through me. “Good morning to you all. Sorry I look like, well, I just woke up.”

         “You have no reason to sorry. We wanted to see you first thing in the morning,” Jungkook smiles.

         “Happy birthday, cousin,” Nari glances over at me. “Breakfast will be ready soon.”

         “It’s American and Korean,” Seokjin says. “So everybody is happy.”

         “Starting off the day right with a good breakfast,” Emily giggles.

         “It all smells so good,” I smile as I shuffle to an empty seat between Taehyung and Yoongi.

         “Happy seventeenth birthday, little one,” Yoongi grins at me. “Today is going to be filled with fun activities.”

         “We are going to make a lot of memories to last until next year,” Taehyung leans over and kisses my cheek.

         “Did you guys take the whole day off to be with me?” I look around at everyone.

         “Of course,” Namjoon smiles. “You are our friend, and it is your birthday.”

         “Plus, we need a break,” Yoongi pats my knee. “Your birthday is perfectly placed.”

         I giggle, “I’m just perfect. End of story.”

         “I would have to agree with that,” Taehyung tickles my side.

         I squirm as a laugh slips pass my lips. “What special things are planned for today.”

         “Secret,” Hoseok whispers.

         “You just have to stick with us all day, and we will take you where you need to go,” Seokjin says.

         “All you have to do is be cute,” Jimin smiles.

         “Should be an easy day for you then,” Jungkook chuckles.

         “That’s true,” Emily giggles. “Amber is the cutest.”

         “Why are you treating me like a baby?” I pout. “I’m not even the youngest one here. Emily is!”

         “That is true,” Nari chuckles. “You are just so childlike and goofy that people think you are the youngest.”

         “Don’t change, jagi,” Taehyung pats my head.

         “I will never grow up, I will be a kid forever,” I giggle.

         “That’s Peter Pan,” Namjoon points out. “Nice Halloween costume for next year.”

         “Little one as Peter Pan would be perfect,” Yoongi chuckles.

         “The childlike charm Amber has is what Taehyung used to talk about when they first met,” Seokjin says.

         “Oh yeah,” Hoseok lets out a laugh. “He would come back after seeing her and gush about how silly she is, and how she is goofy at the right times.”

         “And how she was younger than him, so him being immature would be okay with her because she was still a kid in a way,” Namjoon says. “Not in a weird way, though.”

         “Really?” I look over at Taehyung. “That’s cute.”

         Taehyung awkwardly smiles, a blush spreading across his cheeks. “Yeah, I did talk about you a lot. You just seemed so interesting, and I needed to get to know you.”

         “Now they are in love,” Emily teases. “Didn’t see that one coming.”

         “Jinnie, I’ll be right back,” Nari kisses Seokjin’s cheek before walking off.

         “What is she doing?” I ask, looking around at all the boys at the tables.

         “Surprise,” Hoseok smirks.

         “You may or may not hate it,” Jimin giggles.

         “I don’t like how everyone knows what is going on but me,” I bring my legs up to my chest.

         “We promise it’s all good,” Yoongi says, turning to face me. “Nothing to get your anxiety high because of. I know that sounds easier said than done, and I know anxiety isn’t something you can fully control, but I wouldn’t let them plan something I knew you would freak out over.”

         I tenderly smile, “Thank you, Yoongi. You truly are the best brother.”

         He grins with one side of this mouth and shrugs. “Only the best for you, little one.”

         “I’m back,” Nari happily bounds into the kitchen, holding what appears to be photo albums.

         “Do you get it now, Amber?” Emily begins setting food on the counter for people to put onto their plates.

         “No, what are in those?” I place my feet back on the floor.

         “You, and sometimes Emily,” Nari places the photo albums on the table. “It’s your life, thanks to your parents.”

         “No, oh shit,” I place my hands on my head in horror. “This is going to be embarrassing.”

         Taehyung giggles, “Pay back for looking at my family photo albums.”

         “Food is done,” Seokjin says. “Get what you want before looking at cute photos of Amber and Emily.”

         I groan, “This is not going to be a fun time for me.”

         “Oh, cheer up, girl,” Emily laughs. “There’s so many good stories to tell. These boys want to know so much about you. Isn’t that great?”

         “And you,” Namjoon nods at his girlfriend.

         “Yes,” Jimin claps. “We want to hear all kinds of stories from your girls’ childhood.”

         “Can Amber get any cuter is the question,” Jungkook stands up.

         “The answer is probably,” Yoongi grabs my hand and pulls me out of my seat.

         “Let’s get some breakfast,” Taehyung grabs my other hand, and the three of us start a line for food.

         “Then it is picture time,” Hoseok giggles. “I’m excited.”

         “Everyone but me,” I sigh. “I am kind of curious what pictures are in the albums.”

         “I hope there’s a lot of baby pictures,” Taehyung gently pinches my cheek.

         “Yes, little Amber was probably super cute,” Yoongi hands me a plate.

         “Hurry up and get your food so we can look at the pictures,” Jimin pleads.

         “Okay, I guess this means my party is starting,” I bite my lip to keep a smile off my face. “I’m happy to get to spend the day with all of you. So, even with the photos, I think this day will be the best birthday I have ever had.”

         “We hope,” Jungkook says.

         “We have many cool things planned,” Namjoon stands up.

         “Breakfast is just the beginning of this special day,” Nari smiles.

         “I don’t doubt it,” I slightly smile. “So, can I please get some food?”

********

         “I usually hate shopping,” I slide into the booth of the Korean BBQ place. “But today was fun with everyone.”

         “You got books, and a video game,” Emily slides in on the other side.

         In seconds, I’m squished between Taehyung and Yoongi. Everyone else is close together in the booth as well.

         “I’m getting present soon, so I didn’t want to get too much,” I shrug. “I’m excited to see what everyone got me.”

         “We got way better presents for you this year,” Seokjin says. “Since we know you a lot better now.”

         “I know her the best,” Taehyung shows his boxy smile. “I’m special.”

         “Yeah, you’re special, alright,” Hoseok chuckles, causing most everyone else to laugh as well.

         “We also made sure to get a chocolate cake this time,” Yoongi pokes my side. “With chocolate icing.”

         “I am excited,” I giggle.

         Our waiter walks over, and Nari orders the pitchers of drinks we want, and all the meat and fixings.

         “So, this is Amber and Emily’s first time at a Korean BBQ restaurant,” Namjoon puts his arm around Emily’s shoulders.

         “It is,” Nari smiles. “They never really showed interest in going out to eat, so we only order it to be delivered.”

         “Well, you two will love it,” Jimin smiles.

         “What is the catch?” I sigh, hugging Taehyung’s arm.

         “Catch?” Jungkook looks confused.

         “At breakfast it was the photo albums, so I’m wondering if I have to prepare myself for something else embarrassing.”

         “The photos were so cute,” Jimin coos, breaking into giggles right after.

         “Next year, we will get photo albums of all of us,” Seokjin slightly smiles. “Then it will all be good.”

         “She’s already seen my photo albums,” Taehyung shakes me off his arm. “I’m already good.”

         “I haven’t,” Emily and Nari say in unison.

         “That’s new,” Namjoon chuckles. “Usually it is Amber and Emily.”

         “It’s witchcraft,” Hoseok wiggles his fingers at us and makes a disgusted face.

         “Shut up,” Emily and I roll our eyes.

         “See!” Hoseok squeals.

         “They are just close,” Yoongi sighs. “I like it.”

         “It’s cute,” Jungkook grins.

         “I agree,” Seokjin says. “It is very cute and unique.”

         Our waiter comes back with our pitchers of water, soda, and what looks like beer. They explain how to cook everything as another waiter puts the mean and such out. The middle of the table is a grill, so we get to make our own food.

         “I never get called cute,” Emily pours soda for herself and me.

         “You are, babe,” Namjoon kisses her cheek.

         “Sorry if you feel left out,” Jimin gives Emily an apologetic smile.

         “Oh no, it’s fine,” Emily smiles, waving her hands in front of her for a few seconds. “Amber has a young personality, so she gets along with you younger ones. I am the oldest in my family, so I had to grow up and be matures for my siblings. I am okay with the older boys.”

         “What is the catch, though?” I pout. “Do I have to rap? Sing?”

         “Oh, no,” Nari chuckles. “That’s for when we get back to the apartment. Taehyung, what is the catch?”

         “Hm,” he taps his chin a few times, looking down at me. “I have to feed you; you can’t feed yourself.”

         “Can I feed her as well?” Yoongi asks.

         “But, I want to show off my crazy chopstick skills,” I humph.

         “You don’t have chopstick skills,” Emily laughs.

         “That’s a burn,” Hoseok chuckles.

         “Just make some food so you can feed me.” I can’t help the smile that spreads on my face.

         Everyone begins making food to eat as I lean back and watch. The drink that I thought was beer turns out to be, and a few boys get a little tipsy. It seems like hours of chatting, laughing, and eating before we finally start to get ready to leave.

         “Everything was so good,” I lean into Yoongi. “I had so much fun.”

         “Being feed wasn’t so bad then?” Taehyung tickles my side.

         “Someone feeding you can never be bad,” Nari chuckles.

         “It was very nice,” I smile. “Thank you, Tae and Yoongi.”

         “Now to head back and open presents,” Emily claps.

         “You’ll be thankful for my present,” Yoongi whispers to me, kissing my temple.

         “Yoongi had some beer and now he is all kissy,” Hoseok teases.

         “Don’t tease him,” Seokjin shakes his head.

         “Amber is my sister,” Yoongi says. “I’ll do what I want.”

         “So sassy,” I giggle.

         “Amber is the only one who can say that without Yoongi killing them,” Jimin says.

         “I’m not mean,” Yoongi sits me up. “Just grumpy sometimes.”

         “But Amber makes you feel okay no matter what,” Seokjin smiles.

         “It’s cute,” Jungkook says. “Amber is too cute for us all.”

         “I agree,” Emily giggles.

         “It’s a burden I have to live with,” I smirk.

         “So cocky,” Taehyung smirks, poking my side.

         “Self-confident,” Namjoon says. “I think that is a better word.”

         “I agree,” Nari says. “She’s growing up and learning to love herself.”

         “Thanks to all of you,” I look around at everyone.

         “Our pleasure,” Hoseok smiles.

         “It’s all thanks to me,” Taehyung ruffles my hair. “I love you jagi.”

         “I love you Tae,” I lean over and give him a kiss.

         “How about we head home so Amber can open her presents?” Nari asks.

         “That’s a good plan,” Seokjin nods. “Let’s get the last part of this special birthday started.”

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         I slide my glasses onto my face as I walk into the living room. “There, is everyone happy? I put my glasses on.”

         “You are lucky it’s your birthday, or else I wouldn’t be so kind,” Yoongi grins. “One day you will learn to wear your glasses all the time.”

         “Most of the time,” I plop down on the couch with Taehyung on my right and Yoongi on my left. “I will never wear them all the time.”

         “I wear glasses sometimes,” Seokjin is sitting in the recliner to my left with Nari across his lap. “Yoongi does too.”

         “Amber is the cutest in them though,” Jungkook smiles. Him, Jimin, and Hoseok are sitting on the ground on the other side of the coffee table filled with presents.

         “Excuse you?” Seokjin chuckles.

         “I think you are handsome, Jinnie,” Nari cups his face with one hand and kisses his cheek.

         “In what order are you opening your presents, Amber?” Emily asks. Namjoon and Emily are sitting off to the right in chairs from the kitchen. They are holding hands, and Emily is almost lying her head on his shoulder.

         “Oldest to youngest,” Hoseok looks around to make sure it is okay with everyone.

         “As long as I can go last,” Taehyung says. “Then let’s start with Jin-hyung.”

         “It’s the one wrapped in Christmas paper,” Seokjin pushes his lips into a line. “Best I could do as no place had good, birthday related wrapping paper.”

         I pick up the rectangular present that is Seokjin’s. “It is completely okay. Hopefully next year we will be here for Christmas.”

         “We can have snowball fights and make snowmen if you two are here during winter next year,” Jimin giggles. His smile makes his face look so squishy.

         “I’d like that,” I rip the wrapping paper off my first gift. “That’s why we have to move here.” Once the wrapping paper is off, my heart swells at the presents. Seokjin got me a ‘How to Draw Chibi’ and a sketch pad. “You remembered,” I look over at Seokjin in awe.

         “Of course,” Seokjin tenderly smiles. “I listen when you talk. I hope you can get back into drawing now. Make some pretty drawings for us.”

         I nod, “With this, I will. I miss drawing.”

         “My present now,” Nari rests her head on Seokjin’s shoulder. “The blue bag.”

         I grab the blue bag, handing the trash to Taehyung, and placing the first present back on the coffee table. “Hm, what did my cousin get me?” I reach my hand into the bad and pull out a Vulpix plushie.

         “Add another plushie to Amber’s always growing collection,” Emily chuckles.

         “I have quite a few too,” Taehyung pats my thigh. “We will have such a great collection.”

         “Thank you Nari,” I smile at my cousin, placing the plushie back in the bag. “You know me so well.”

         “Well, you are my favorite cousin,” Nari grins. “You’re welcome.”

         I place the bad back on the coffee table and look at Yoongi, “Which one is yours?”

         Yoongi barely smiles, “The biggest bag.”

         “Really? Oh, you didn’t need to get me a lot of things.”

         “I did, and it’s not a lot, really. You need these things.”

         I look back to the presents, and grab the biggest bag. “Better than my actual older brother at times.”

         Yoongi shrugs, “His problem.”

         I lean over and quickly kiss his cheek before emptying the bag of its contents. “Oh, so many notebooks with Hello Kitty and anime I like.”

         “Seven spiral notebooks,” Yoongi says.

         “I like this yellow composition notebook,” I smile. “Why did you get me so many?”

         “The spiral notebooks are all dedicated to a certain member. We signed the one we wanted and wrote little notes. Then poems about whatever member goes in their notebook.”

         “What about the yellow one?”

         “That’s for you to write uplifting things about yourself, happy memories, anything positive really. That’s why it is yellow.”

         I wrap my arms around Yoongi, “Thank you so much. This was a great present. Very thoughtful,” I pull away, placing the notebooks back in the bag.

         “The yellow notebook is already started for you,” Namjoon speaks up. “We all wrote something to you that can hopefully cheer you up and make you smile.”

         “Ah, I can’t wait to read them,” I put the bag back on the coffee table. “So, Hoseok is next.”

         “Yes, finally my turn,” Hoseok pushes a box wrapped in pick wrapping paper toward me. “You’ll love it,” he smiles.

         I pick the box up and rip the paper off. “Oh my, I can’t believe it.”

         “Good thing we talked on that plane ride,” Hoseok moves to a better sitting position.

         I hold up the red Gameboy. “Just like the one my younger brother took for himself. Ah, I can play all my Gameboy games again. Thank you so much,” I look over at Hoseok.

         “You are welcome. You can play some game at the dorm next time we play a shooting game.”

         “Yeah, you weren’t good the last time we played,” Jungkook chuckles.

         “I tried,” I pout, placing the Gameboy on the coffee table. “Be better teachers next time.”

         “Just be on my team and it will all be good,” Jimin smirks.

         “Sure,” I look over at Namjoon. “So, which one is yours?”

         “The black bag,” Namjoon pulls Emily to lean on him.

         I grab the black bag and quickly pull out the books inside. “One Piece, man, I love this anime. Now I can read it and relive the amazing moments. I can’t wait.” I look over at Namjoon, “Thank you.”

         Namjoon grins, “Thank Emily. She’s the one who helped me find a manga that you would have some kind of connection to that you were putting off buying.”

         “Well, five triple volumes to start out with is great, and I am excited,” I put the books back in the bag, putting it back on the coffee table.

         “My present is the rectangle wrapped in newspaper,” Jimin nervously smiles. “Sorry, that’s all I had.”

         “I had wrapping paper,” Seokjin sighs.

         “It’s cute, like Jiminie,” I giggle, picking up the box. “Too bad I can’t read any of it.”

         “You can’t read Korean?” Yoongi asks.

         “The symbols seemed too hard to learn,” Emily explains. “And we only need to talk. It seemed like too much to spend a lot of time on writing.”

         “That’s it,” I rip open the present in my lap. Then I lift the top off the box to reveal multiple Harvest Moon games for the DS. “Ah, I can’t wait to spend so many hours on these games. Jimin, how did you know I would like these?” I slightly smirk at the boy.”

         “A good guess,” Jimin smiles and shrugs. “I took your video game preferences and figured out you would like those.”

         “I’ve actually wondered if I should play these games. They look interesting. I’ll start playing one tomorrow.”

         “On your last day here?” Hoseok gasps.

         “Emily and I still have to pack up,” I glance over at my best friend.

         “Yeah, so we can’t go to the studio with you guys,” Emily sighs.

         “Enough of that,” I shake my head. “I don’t want to be sad on my birthday. Okay, so skipping Taehyung, Kookie is next!”

         “Mine is the bag with a bow,” Jungkook giggles. “I had to stand out somehow.”

         I grab the bag with the blue bow on it. “I think you can check that off your list as a success.”

         “Open it,” he pouts.

         I giggle, throwing out tissue paper and pulling out the photo album. “What is this?”

         “Pictures from this summer,” Jungkook smiles. “I took some as well as Emily. Thought you would want to have this time documented to always remember.”

         “This is so unique, I love it,” I flip it open to see a picture of me asleep on a plane. “Geez, I can’t wait to look through this and relive this summer.” I flop it closed, placing it back in the bad and then onto the coffee table. “Now, I assume Emily’s present is the one wrapped in polka dot wrapping paper,” I smile at my best friend.

         “That would be correct,” Emily giggles. “I know you don’t usually like clothes, but this will be an exception.”

         I grab the rectangle, polka dot wrapped box, ripping the paper off as fast as I can. Then I tear the top off to reveal a white shirt. “Hm,” I pull the shirt out and instantly smile. “This is so, just, I can’t think of what to say.” The shirt has a picture of all ten of us the one time we were at the studio as one group. Nari had stopped by with lunch, and we took a break to eat and talk as a group. It was one of the best days of the summer with all of us together. The picture captures the moment we are all smiling over something.

         “Told you,” Emily smirks.

         “First day of school, I own wearing this,” I fold it back up and put it in the box. “Then I can prove now that I am friends with a Korean group.” I place the box back on the coffee table.

         “People don’t believe you?” Namjoon asks.

         “Dicks,” Yoongi rolls his eyes.

         “You have so many pictures on your phone to prove it now,” Jimin says.

         “Yeah,” Jungkook nods. “Anyone who doubted you will feel so bad.”

         “Amber, how would you rate this birthday?” Seokjin asks.

         I look over at Seokjin and Nari. “Out of ten? A thousand. It was so much fun, and I spent it with the people I love so much. You all make me feel so good and happy. You guys are like my family, and I’m at home when with all of you.”

         “That’s sweet,” Hoseok says.

         “Taehyung still has his present to give you,” Nari points out.

         “Oh yeah,” I giggle. “Tae, what did you get me?” I turn to look at Taehyung and feel my heart stop at what I see.

         Taehyung is down on one knee, a small black in his hands, and a very nervous smile on his face.

         The sight shocks me so much that I fall off the couch and land on the floor with a loud thud.

         “Little one,” Yoongi is concerned.

         “Princess, hear me out,” Taehyung pleads.

         “No,” I scramble away, hitting the recliner and stopping me in my tracks. “No, I don’t think I can handle it. I love you, Taehyung. With all of me. There’s no one I would rather be with.” My heart is beating so fast, and I can’t think straight. I’m freaking out. “Please, I can’t go back to America and leave you here as my fiancé. I can deal with you being my boyfriend. I’m too young to get married!”

         “Princess, please,” Taehyung takes a deep breath. “I am not asking you to marry me. Just to spend the rest of our lives together,” he opens the box to show a necklace. “It’s an infinity symbol with our names on it. I love you, Amber. I’ll ask you to marry me when you are ready.”

         I don’t say anything for a few moments as I calm my breathing and heartrate. My brain trying to process what Taehyung just said.

         “Jagi, please, say something,” Taehyung has a pleading look on his face. His eyes wide and pleading.

         “I’m sorry,” I push myself forward, tackling Taehyung to the ground.

         “Gah!”

         “Of course,” I nuzzle my head into his shoulder. “Until the end.”

         “I love you,” Taehyung whispers wrapping his arms tightly around me. “Sorry I freaked you out. I thought it would be cute, but I didn’t realize that you might take it the wrong way.”

         “I’ll be okay with marriage one day, I promise.”

         “I hate that we have to break them up when we leave,” Emily sighs. “I wish we could stay and be with all of you forever.”

         “Next year, maybe,” Nari says.

         “For sure,” I smile. “Tae, stay over tonight.”

         “Sleepover,” Taehyung giggles. “Let’s all stay over here tonight.”

         “We can do that,” Namjoon says. “Watch some movies. Sleeping arraignments will be hard, but we can work it out.”

         “Sleep with me, Taehyungie,” I giggle, running a hand through his hair.

         “Can we have cake now?” Yoongi asks.

         Everyone bursts into laughter.

         “Cake sounds good,” Emily sputters out.

         “I agree,” Seokjin says.

         “Let’s get some cake!” I shout. “Tae, let go of me so I can get some cake,” I whine.

         “In a second,” Taehyung kisses the top of my head. “I like holding you.”

         “But I want cake.”

         “Let her go, Tae,” Hoseok sighs.

         “Fine,” Taehyung pulls his arms off me. “Go get your cake.”

         I place my hands on his chest and push myself up. “Okay, now, let’s get some cake!”

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I got so lucky with Amber’s birthday scenes all ending up in the same chapter. A bit long, but it has to be that way. This is probably one of my favorite chapters, before the next one. Anyways, hope you enjoyed reading! :D

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[woildismyerster]

Hey if you still want to write something with that “I love you” thing, number 5 (during an impromptu dance party) would be adorable with Race in my opinion! Also P.S.: I love your blog like a lot❤️

5.  Blurt it out in the middle of an impromptu dance party in the kitchen, as clumsy as your two left feet.  When time seems to freeze, hastily tack on “in that shirt” or “when you make your award winning meatballs” or, if you are feeling particularly brave, “when we do this.”  Resume your dancing and pretend you don’t feel her eyes on you for the rest of the night.

Thank you so much for the request!  I was so stoked to write this.  You have great taste in prompts, my dude.  P.S.: I love your blog too!

It wasn’t that Race had a lot of relationship rules for the two of you.  Why make rules when everything was already wonderful?  There did not need to be a set date night, since neither of you could get enough of the other.  No rules about who you could or could not talk to, or how much touching was allowed in public.  It was a relationship that was largely led by what felt right, and Race felt awfully right when you were around.

There was one set of rules, though, that was set in stone.  There was a certain list of songs, subject to additions but no subtractions, that the two of you were required to dance to.  It did not matter where you were, what you were doing, or who you were with.  The first few notes would play, his eyes would fly to yours, and you would drop everything to dance to it.  “Come on Eileen” comes on in the grocery store?  Ditch the cart and get to an area open enough to fit your fully choreographed dance routine.  “Walking on Sunshine” starts playing at a family reunion?  Hopefully you weren’t talking to anybody important, because that conversation is coming to a swift end.

The rules were not linked to the fact that the two of you were dating.  They had come long before, back when having a crush made everything feel important and competitive.  At first, they only mattered at parties.  If “your song” came on, wasn’t it a moral obligation to dance together?

Eventually, you didn’t have one song with Race.  It was a half dozen, maybe more.  Then it wasn’t just at parties, when the lights were low and everybody was too drunk to question it.  It was anywhere, as long as it meant that Race got to watch you smile and see the way you focused on moving just the way you wanted to.  When he started dating you, it just solidified them.

Race loved dancing with you.  Really, he supposed, he loved you.  He loved you in every way he could think of; every way he thought you would allow, but it was only when he danced with you that he had trouble keeping himself from saying it.

Was three months of dating enough time?  He knew he felt it, but did you?  Would you say it back, or panic, or think he was joking?  Not worth the risk.

There had been a day, a few weeks before finals when you guys had just started college, when he had been horrified by the telltale beginning of “Gasolina.”  You had just had your first fight.  It wasn’t really anybody’s fault - just some miscommunication or another, with both of you too proud to admit that it was stupid so you could move on.  The fight should have ended so fast, so early, but you were both too proud to back down.  As a result, you were tense and uncertain together, too quiet and too sharp.

The song began out on the quad, on one of those perfect days.  Race had heard you call it an “Indian Summer” day.  It seemed like the entire university had congregated outside, hoping to make the most of one of the last warm days before a seemingly eternal winter.  Race’s eyes shot to yours, instinct winning out over pride.

You had looked back, and after a second of uncertainty, Race moved away from the rest of the guys.  You mirrored him, finding a strip of empty grass, before the regular dancing could begin.

Race wanted to make you laugh.  He wanted to be over the top, or ridiculously bad, or anything that would break that uncertain stoniness on your face.

Slowly, too slowly, you warmed up.  The first time he tried the Sprinkler, you hardly looked at him.  By the time he was resorting to the Lawnmower or the Shopping Cart, you had loosened up enough to give a snort of laughter.  When he reached to twirl you, he made sure to spin you straight into his arms. ��

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled into your ear.

You stepped back and offered him a careless grin.  “Sorry for what?”  When you kept dancing, the relief that swept over him was overwhelming.  Truly, his legs went a little wobbly, a little weak, at the thought that you would join him in the caf for breakfast the next morning, like always.

“I love you,” he blurted.  The relief shifted to horror when you faltered, looking at him again.  Before you had a chance to respond, he grabbed your hips and drew you close to him.  “-r sweet moves.  I love them.  Super classy, babe.”

You laughed, squirming a little.  “They’re classier when you aren’t trying to grind on me.”

You never mentioned the exchange afterwards, so Race figured he was in the clear.  No worries.  He loved you, but you didn’t know it yet.  Good.

The Cupid Shuffle, while not on the unofficial list of dances that the two of you had to do, was definitely a tune that Race always got down for.  It was, like, illegal not to dance to it.  So, at Jack and Katherine’s wedding, Race ended up next to you for the song.

During the portion of the song where you were directly behind him, you leaned over to whisper into his ear.  “I dare you to do the rest of the song like the Cha Cha Slide.”

“Absolutely not,” Race said, horror and delight intermingling  “No, no, no.”

“I dare you,” you crooned, bopping your way 90 degrees away from him.  “Are you a chicken?”

He groaned, his amusement slowly winning out over the clear and present danger.  “I’m no chicken, doll.”  He stopped dancing, ignoring the surprised looks from the people around him, and started clapping.

You were cackling while you danced.  You almost doubled over when his dancing would interfere with somebody else’s, and Race thought for a while that you might genuinely be in danger of wetting yourself.  He would have cared more if he hadn’t been trying to ignore the heat in his cheeks.  Jack would never let him live this down.

When the Cupid Shuffle ended, you grabbed him hand and dragged him away.  Mirth danced in your eyes, or maybe that was just the happy tears.  “You have cha-cha-d your way right into my good graces,” you said.  Giggles still mixed with your words, and he thought that your cheeks must ache with the size of your smile.

He leaned in and pressed a swift kiss against your lips.  Another.  Another.  “I love you,” he said.

You tried to stifle your laughter, but it had turned into a vicious cycle.  Each spurt of laughter powered the next one, and you couldn’t stop.  You opened your mouth to speak, maybe to say it back, but Race chickened out.  Again.

“-when you do evil things,” he finished lamely.  “You’re diabolical, honey.”  He kissed you again, effectively swallowing anything you might have wanted to say to him, and he mentally kicked himself.  He may have been ballsy enough to do the wrong dance, but he really was too much of a chicken to follow through.  Soon enough, thankfully, he was too swept up by your lips and your smell and your hands to worry about what he should have done.

The Shrek soundtrack was the God of music.  The Forrest Gump of movies.  The pizza of food.  It was indisputably prime, so when “Accidentally in Love” came on while you were cooking in your apartment, Race was swift to sweep you up into his arms.

“This song isn’t a slow dance,” you said, but you settled into him easily enough.  You wound your arms around his neck and settled your face against his shoulder.

“Every song is a slow dance, if you try hard enough.”  Race held you close against him, not caring about food that could burn or any mess you could be getting onto him.

“Even ‘Gasolina?’”

“Any song,” he repeated.  “You just have to try harder.”

You hummed a little, half in response to him and half to go along with the song.

Race took a deep breath, heart settling in his chest.  It was steady, if a little heavy.  You were still humming a little, the vibrations rumbling through him too.  “I love you,” he said softly.  There was a split second where he thought about correcting himself, but it wasn’t anything serious.  Last second nerves, but not second thoughts.  “I love you when we do this.”

He felt you smile against him, but he quickly swept you away into a different conversation.  Race desperately wanted to hear you say it back, but he didn’t want to spoil the evening if you didn’t.  This was perfect.  This was what he wanted.  So he talked about the awful haircut Albert got, how wonderful the new Panic! at the Disco song was, and about how it should be illegal to put coconut in chocolate.  In anything, really.

You did not tell Race that you loved him too, not then.  The moment had passed.  But he felt your eyes on him, warm and hopeful, and he knew that another moment would come soon enough.  They always did.

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[wakandas-vibranium]

I had a dream that Erik and I were trying to teach T’Challa and M’baku how to do the cha cha slide 💀💀💀

I woke up laughing if that ain’t the funniest shit lmfaooo

M’baku got frustrated because he didn’t know how to ‘cha cha real smooth’ and started barking 😂

T’Challa was getting the hang of it, but he always stomped too hard with his left and right foot like chill T we are supposed to be having fun😩

‘reverse reverse’ No matter how many times we tried T’Challa and M’baku would be faced opposite ways, reversing completely different 🤦🏾‍♀️

Erik was no fucking help. You were actually trying to teach them while he was too busy cracking up 😒

The only part of the song they got right was ‘everybody clap your hands’ 👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

‘How low can you go’ really took us both out because M’baku just said fuck it and laid flat on the ground 🤣🤣🤣

Every time T’Challa kept asking “Is this low enough Jas or does DJ Casper want me to go lower?” He was trying too damn hard instead of enjoying it

Erik and I were on the goddamn floor crying laughing

When we were finished dancing T’Challa said, “I would very much like to meet this DJ Casper and the Platinum Band.”

Best. Fucking. Dream. Ever.

#I have to write this down before I forget #LMFAOOO #best dream ever #t’challa #m’baku #erik killmonger #mine #black panther

[katrinawritesthings]

Jonghyun/Taemin; sk8 d8 (Part 2/2); PG

doing the cha cha slide  with a hundred other people on skates is the cornerstone of who i am today as a human thank u for your time

Taemin smiles innocently and slides one hand up Jonghyun’s arm and over his shoulder.

“This is where the teenagers come to make out where no one can see them,” he says slyly. He’s honestly amazed that there wasn’t a couple squished down here already. He must be lucky today.

“Ew,” Jonghyun mumbles, scrunching his nose. “Why the fuck are we here then?”

part 1

ao3

“This is just as rad as Jungs said it would be, fuck,” Jonghyun mumbles. He watches the floor of the dark rink, watches the colorful light flowers and stars swirl and rotate over the hardwood. They glow on the walls, too, and on him, and on Taemin next to him as they skate slowly together, the stripes of his sweater making the lights into a choppy illusion that he can’t stop glancing at.

Taemin grins lazy at him, lights flashing in his earrings and on the glowstick bracelets around his wrists and on the wheels of his quads. He also has a cheap glowstick on a cord around his neck that Jonghyun bought earlier because he wanted to surprise him and didn’t know that he brought his own glowy shit already. Jonghyun was pretty embarrassed about that, but Taemin still put it on and it matches the one that Jonghyun bought for himself, so whatever.

“This must be the raddest thing you’ve ever seen, then, considering how much Jungie exaggerates everything,” Taemin says. Jonghyun snorts, giggling into his hand. She is an embellishing little bub, yeah.

“One time during practice, she scraped her knee and acted so overdramatic about it that we thought she actually, like, broke something,” he says. He loves that little bean child, honestly.

“Sounds like her, yeah,” Taemin grins. They reach a turn and he again tugs Jonghyun to take it wide, pulling him with their linked arms to skate near the wall instead of sharp around the inner corners. Jonghyun lets himself be pulled lazily. This slow skating thing is nice, he thinks, especially with a cute babe like Taemin next to him.

Taemin is still skate dancing, too; he bobs to the funky music, taking his strides to the beat and doing little kicks and twists of his feet. Jonghyun can tell every time he wants to spin but stops himself to keep holding onto Jonghyun. It’s cute. And impressive, honestly. Jonghyun has no idea how he does it.

“How do you--” he mumbles, and tries to copy the way Taemin quickly lifts his right foot in front of his left and then pops it backwards. He clips his left boot with his back right wheel and almost stumbles. Taemin chuckles as he holds Jonghyun a little tighter to steady him.

“Years of practise,” he says, “and skates that aren’t obnoxiously long.” He lifts his own left foot and wiggles his quad, a skate that is admittedly much shorter than Jonghyun’s. Jonghyun still pouts, though, and lifts his own inline skate to wiggle.

“They’re made for speed,” he says defensively. So he can take wide strides and nyoom really fast. Taemin nods with a shrug.

“So not made for dancing,” he says easily. “I bet if you practised in quads for a while you could do some tricks.”

“God, no, I’m garbage on quads,” Jonghyun mutters. He can’t skate on them at all, which is wild, considering he learned on them when he was a little tot. Taemin shrugs again and squeezes his arm gently.

“Guess I’ll have to be enough of a master dancer for the both of us,” he says. Jonghyun squeezes him back. He guesses so. He’s at that point already, honestly; he never stepped off of the beat once during that whole little conversation. It’s almost breathtaking, how Taemin seems to be one with the music even when he’s only giving it half of his attention. It’s almost like he was born to be here, on the hardwood, in those skates, breathing the music in and exhaling it out as art.

“You’re looking at me all dreamy again,” Taemin hums. His pretty lips curve into a smirk as Jonghyun blinks and blushes and looks away.

When he looks back at Taemin, he means to say “stop looking so dreamy then,” but the words catch in his throat as a bigger light rolls over his face. He’s gorgeous, mussed hair falling around his cheeks, dark eyes almost black in the dim light, slightly hooked nose and round cheeks and plush lips all relaxed and content, like he’s happy to just exist here in this moment.

Jonghyun swallows thickly and is the first to tug on Taemin’s arm this time, pulling him inwards, through the crowd and into the center but away from the rest of the dancers. Taemin follows, but hums curiously, tilting his head at Jonghyun in question. Jonghyun unlinks their arms but only so he can stand in front of Taemin and look up at him. A circle of blue stars swirls over Taemin’s face before continuing away.

Jonghyun opens his mouth, closes it, shakes his head, rubs the back of his undercut sheepishly. He has no idea how to put what he wants to express in words.

Instead, he leans forward and up and presses a short but warm kiss to Taemin’s pretty mouth.

Taemin is smiling when Jonghyun pulls back, happy and lazy, and he leans forward and gives Jonghyun a slow return peck. Jonghyun bounces on his toes happily before they link their arms together again and skate back into the crowd. This time, Jonghyun laces their fingers together as well.

~

“Five hops this time!”

“Five?” Jonghyun shrieks, eyes wide. “On skates?”

Taemin laughs even harder than he already was as he does his five hops, putting a hand on Jonghyun’s shoulder to steady himself so his breathlessness doesn’t tip him over. Holy shit. Holy shit, this is the best thing he’s ever experienced. Jonghyun looks absolutely baffled as the crowd of people in the center of the rink also do five hops, on skates, the thud of wheels on hardwood almost loud enough to drown out the music.

“Fuck, don’t--” Jonghyun stumbles as he tries to hop and hold Taemin’s weight at the same time. The only reason he doesn’t fall completely is because Taemin grabs him and holds him in a close hug, laughing loud into his shoulder.

“Oh my fucking god,” he giggles.

“Taems, who the fuck decided the Cha Cha Slide was a good song for skates?” Jonghyun asks. Taemin grips his sweaty shirt and just laughs more, nuzzling into his neck and breathing deep his cologne. He skips a few steps of the dance, but pulls away eventually and pushes his hair out of his face.

“It’s a great song for skates, Jongie,” he grins. He stomps his left foot to the beat; Jonghyun does too, half a second late. “And technically it’s the Cha Cha Slide Part Two.” The better version. “They do this every night.” He stomps his right foot to the beat. Jonghyun shakes his head in disbelief.

“Every--”

“Freeze!” the song commands, and then Taemin, along with the rest of the crowd, all chorus with it, “everybody clap your hands!”

And Jonghyun looks so bewildered again at the practised unison of the entire rink that Taemin has to laugh again as he claps quickly to the beat. This is the best Cha Cha Slide he’s ever been a part of. Jonghyun claps too, after a moment, looking defeated and resigned to finally just go with the song without complaining. Taemin grins and bumps their hips together. He’s so cute.

“Come on,” he says as the song tells them to get down low. He takes Jonghyun’s hands and tugs him down a little, then lets go and jams the rest of the way down himself, rolling his legs out in an easy split. Jonghyun scoffs at him from where he’s just crouching down, hands on his knees.

“Showoff,” he says. Taemin throws him a finger pistol as he gets back up.

“You know it,” he grins. They hop, they stomp left, they stomp right, they cha cha real smooth. Taemin watches Jonghyun fondly as he rolls through the steps easily on his quads. The speedster is getting better at the smooth movements, the grooving in place. He’s even moving his hips a little to the beat. Taemin wants to touch his cute butt but stops himself by spinning a full circle before turning with the rest of the crowd. Maybe later.

For now, they just follow the dance and blend with the crowd around them. Taemin lets the music fill him all the way up from the inside, lets it thump in his ears and his heart and his soul. The pound of the crowd all doing the same steps as him surrounds him as well, making him feel as big as all of them, larger than life, massive and all encompassing. He loves being here and belonging here.

He also loves that after a few more steps he feels Jonghyun’s little hand wiggling to link their arms together. It’s cute, and he smiles at Jonghyun, but he also pulls his arm away apologetically.

“Bad timing,” he tells Jonghyun’s little pout, and then the song tells them to reverse. Six times.

Taemin spins; he skips some of the in between steps and just spins, angles his feet and lifts his arms and twists himself around and around. This is always his favorite part. He loves spinning. It’s his favorite stim.

When he’s done, he grins broad and lazy, flicks his hair out of his face, and finds Jonghyun just looking at him again, stars in his gorgeous brown eyes. He does that a lot. Taemin wonders if every time he does it he wants to kiss him again like he did the first time. He bets he does.

“Cha Cha now, ya’ll,” the song says. Taemin moves to Jonghyun’s side and links their arms again easily, watching fondly as Jonghyun looks down at his skates to watch his feet do the dance move with a tiny little smile. Jonghyun slides his hand down Taemin’s forearm to link their hands as well and Taemin grins. He keeps complaining about sweaty hands but it’s not Taemin that keeps initiating the handholding.

He taps his thumb on the back of Jonghyun’s hand to the beat of the song as they go through a few rounds of cha chas. After Jonghyun stumbles and giggles a little on the two hops; his other hand grapples for Taemin’s forearm to hold himself steady, his nose all scrunched up. Taemin hides his too wide smile behind his free hand. Jonghyun is so cute. And the way his strong bicep squeezes Taemin closer isn’t bad either.

His skin is so warm, warm and soft under Taemin’s fingers, and with the way he brushes up next to Taemin with every movement Taemin can just faintly smell the woody, musky aroma of his perfume. As the seconds go by he wants to slip his arm all the way around Jonghyun’s shoulders instead, wants to feel him small and close and comfy against his side. For once he thinks he’s actually glad that the song is ending soon.

“Charlie Brown!”

“What the fuck is a Charlie B--” Jonghyun starts, and then cuts himself short as he watches Taemin and the rest of the rink all do a perfect Charlie Brown. “Oh,” he says, eyebrows lifting into his bangs, and that settles it for Taemin. He slides to the left, sides to the right, takes it back, and doesn’t even stay for the final cha cha like he usually does. Instead, he closes his hand around Jonghyun’s wrist and tugs him gently through the crowd.

“C’mere,” he mumbles, weaving carefully through everyone until they can get back out onto the outer rink.

“Hmm?” Jonghyun asks, glancing back in. “Is the song over?” he asks.

“It’s ending,” Taemin says. He gestures vaguely to the middle where more people are breaking away now as the song fades out into just the regular beat and little ending words from the DJ. Taemin usually stays in the middle for a while after the Cha Cha slide, actually, spinning and jamming and joining the little circles of people to practise some of his bigger tricks. He’s skipping that this time, though, because he has something else on his mind. “I wanna show you somewhere,” he tells Jonghyun.

“Somewhere?” Jonghyun asks as they skate to the wall and slip out one of the entrances. “Not something?” Taemin glances back at him with a grin and nods. Yeah. Somewhere.

“This way,” he says. He pulls Jonghyun over the tacky patterned carpet, passed the benches, and almost passed the arcade machines, all the way to the wall of the party rooms. Jonghyun tries to keep going, passed the party rooms and into the rental area, but Taemin stops him by squeezing his hand.

“Here,” he says, trying not to smile too wide at Jonghyun’s confused expression as he pulls him towards the last arcade machine instead. Again Jonghyun looks it over, reads the title--it’s the X-Men game, Taemin thinks--and reaches halfheartedly for one of the joysticks, but Taemin tugs him a little bit to the side so he can see the space between the game and the wall. “In here,” he says. He bites his lip as he takes both of Jonghyun’s hands and rolls himself backwards into the small space, too narrow to fit side by side but just wide enough that they can fit comfortably in without being squished. Taemin goes all the way back until his back bumps the wall and Jonghyun is standing in front of him looking even more confused than before.

“Taems, what the fuck,” Jonghyun says blankly. He’s squinting a little at Taemin in the darkness of their tiny corner, thick lips puffed up in a pout. Taemin smiles innocently and slides one hand up Jonghyun’s arm and over his shoulder.

“This is where the teenagers come to make out where no one can see them,” he says slyly. He’s honestly amazed that there wasn’t a couple squished down here already. He must be lucky today.

“Ew,” Jonghyun mumbles, scrunching his nose. “Why the fuck are we here then?” he asks. He frowns at Taemin, completely serious, and Taemin barely refrains from bursting into ugly laughter. Fuck. He looks down and muffles giggles into the back of his hand and then pulls the corners of his lips down to sober himself up. Then looks quickly back up and decides to just be forward instead of trying to give Jonghyun another hint.

“So we can make out where no one can see us,” he says simply.

“So we--ohhh,” Jonghyun says slowly. His eyes go wide with realization, and then a slow smirk pulls up his lips. “Oh.” He takes a step closer, lifting one arm to rest his forearm on the wall beside Taemin’s head so they’re face to face. He chuckles softly and shakes his head. “No idea how I didn’t catch on to that,” he hums. Taemin exhales softly in amusement.

“Same,” he says, “but. Not important.” He tugs Jonghyun closer, hooks his arm over his shoulder, slides his other hand up Jonghyun’s neck and fluffs his fingers through his soft hair. “What’s important is that you’re about to make out with me.” His mouth looks so nice, soft and pink and absolutely gorgeous when he smiles and forms words.

“Good point,” Jonghyun says. He slips his arm around Taemin’s waist and presses their mouths together easily.

~

Jonghyun doesn’t like to exaggerate and use unnecessary flowery language a lot, but he’s lost in Taemin’s lips. He’s lost in their warmth, their softness, the easy way that they move against his. He’s lost in the way Taemin’s tongue slides against his and tastes like a strawberry icee, the way Taemin’s teeth nip and tug at his lips. He’s lost in the way Taemin’s slow breaths puff over his upper lip, in the way his hands run through the hair at the back of his head, in the way his body is warm and solid pressed up against his. Each slow press, each soft peck, each deep, warm, languid slide of their lips feels perfect, like they were meant to be together, like he was meant to kiss Taemin from the moment he was born.

To put it simply.

He might be overexaggerating a little bit, but he just. Really likes kissing and Taemin is really good at it. He wants to keep kissing Taemin for a long time. He doesn’t know how long they’ve spent tucked into the corner like this and he doesn’t care much either.

They’re pressed together fully now and his fingers have been playing with the hem of Taemin’s shirt for a while, pushing it up just enough to slip his thumbs under and rub his skin. Taemin has been casually pressing his leg up between Jonghyun’s thighs as well for the passed few minutes. It’s making him feel very fluffy inside that Taemin is also into the whole subtle flirty almost feeling each other up shit. He knows they’re not trying to fuck here in the middle of the rink, but still. It’s the concept. It’s the mutual knowledge that they’d both totes be down to fuck somewhere else, probably, another time. He’s very into that.

He’s also very into the way Taemin’s hands have come down to cup his face, warm and strong and commanding in the way they angle him better into the kiss. Jonghyun loves the subtle control. He loves how Taemin has been able to read him so easily and figure out what he likes so quickly. He loves that--

“Ow,” he hisses suddenly, wincing away from the kiss as something pings off of the back of his head. “What the fuck,” he mutters, lifting a hand to rub his hair. For the first time since they started making out back here he opens his eyes and blearily blinks the skate rink into focus. Even here squished into the corner behind an arcade machine is too dark, but he turns away from Taemin’s confused pout to look behind him.

“Can you two go be mushy somewhere else? I’m trying to play a game here.”

Jonghyun still can’t really see much with his bleary eyes but he knows that voice and he sighs.

“You can’t even see us back here unless you're trying, Gwibs,” he calls back.

“Actually, you kinda can,” Taemin mumbles. Jonghyun looks back to him with a little frown and Taemin shrugs sheepishly. “It’s not private, just, you know, no one ever really glances down here, so.” He shrugs again. Jonghyun rolls his eyes. He guesses he knew that from the beginning, but still.

“Get out of there and gimmie my quarter back,” Gwi tells them.

“Is that what you threw at me?” Jonghyun asks, frowning down at the ground in search of the little circle. Taemin snorts and giggles and ruffles a hand through the hair at the back of Jonghyun’s head. Jonghyun isn’t ashamed to say that that fond little gesture made him significantly less grumpy. He reaches down and picks up the quarter, but when he rolls out of the little not-so-secret area with Taemin clinging lazily to his elbow, he holds it out of Gwiboon’s reach.

“What are you playing?” he asks, pushing her hands away gently as she reaches for it. He puts it into the coin slot next to the one she was standing in front of and smirks when she scowls at him. “Can I fight you in it? I’m gonna fight you in it.”

“No, you heck,” she snaps, “it’s a co-op game. Now you gotta help me win.” She pulls out another quarter from her pocket and puts it into the machine.

“Oh,” Jonghyun says. He puffs up his lips as he actually looks at the game. Apparently he’s The Wolverine. Rad. That’s his favorite dick sucking X-Man. “Alright, then,” he says. He guesses he’s doing this now. On his other side, Taemin snorts and leans his cheek on his shoulder.

“Have you ever played this game in your life?” he asks. Jonghyun grins and shakes his head as he pokes the two buttons in front of him to figure out which does what. He’s sure he’ll figure it out and do relatively well no problem.

“Nope,” he says. Taemin snorts again and shifts to stand more behind him.

“Lemme help you then,” he says. He wraps his arms around Jonghyun’s waist, fits his chin over his right shoulder, and lifts his left hand to cover Jonghyun’s on the joystick, all in one smooth motion.

“Oh my fucking god,” Jonghyun whispers. He knows he was just sucking on Taemin’s tongue with his hand halfway up his shirt in a dark corner, and he knows that that was extremely cheesy and will probably make him even worse at the game, but his heart still thuds and his face still blazes with heat as Taemin’s other arm squeezes him close. “What the fuck, what the fuck. What the fuck.” He’s so weak for that snuggly shit.

“One day I’m gonna grow up and get a cute enby datefriend and make out with them, like, on top of you two, just so you know what this feels like,” Gwiboon mutters. “Didn’t you just meet like three hours ago?”

Jonghyun opens his mouth to tell her it was more like three and a half, but Taemin drops a kissie on his cheek and he forgets what he wanted to say.

~

Jonghyun is tired.

He’s trying to pretend like he’s not, but Taemin can tell, and it’s absolutely adorable to watch the way he slouches over the table and pokes at Jinki’s arm to cover for how he can barely sit up straight. Taemin is sure he’s not helping in the way he’s leaning lazily on Jonghyun’s side, but Jonghyun is the one that slung his other arm around Taemin’s waist and Taemin doesn’t see him complaining, so. He’s not moving.

He is giggling, though, as quietly as he can, at how Jonghyun badly muffles a yawn into his powerade bottle. Sleepy bub. It’s barely even eight--though, Taemin guesses, Jonghyun has been here since, like, one for speed practise. He would be tired too. He wonders how Jinki and the kids aren't exhausted right now since they’ve been here since nine for Minjunggie’s practise, but he supposes that they’re used to it by now.

Jonghyun’s arm around his waist squeezes him close, tugging him out of his thoughts. He hums a questioning little noise as Jonghyun nuzzles the side of his head.

“You’re cute,” he mumbles, and a grin immediately creeps onto Taemin’s face. Oh, he thinks.

“Oh,” he says. “Thanks.” He drops a little kissie on Jonghyun’s cheek, something he’s becoming incredibly fond of doing. “You too.” Jonghyun smiles back at that, eyes all droopy, and presses a quick kiss to Taemin’s bottom lip, something Taemin can tell Jonghyun is becoming incredibly fond of doing.

“Y’all better thank me for this cute shit you have going on right now,” Jinki mumbles from the other side of the table. Taemin looks over to him to see him scrolling through his phone, not looking at them but pointing at them with one finger. “I’m the one that convinced Jong to stay today.”

“Technically, it was Jungs,” Jonghyun says. He rubs his cheek on Taemin’s shoulder after he says it and Taemin paps his leg, curious.

“Was it really?” he asks. He’s been wondering this whole time why Jonghyun stayed, ever since he learned that he was on the speed team. Jonghyun nods against his shoulder.

“She bribed me with stories of the glowstick skate,” he says. Taemin snorts softly and hides another laugh behind his hand. Of course she did.

“I love Jungie,” he says.

“Hey, rad,” Junghee’s voice says, and they all glance up to see Junghee skating up to lean at the end of the table. She’s got that wide smile on her face that she gets whenever anyone compliments her. “I love that you love me,” she winks. Jonghyun’s sleepy chuckles against Taemin’s shirt are entirely adorable, which just adds to how much he loves Junghee for being the one that caused them. “Anyway, can I get another cookie, my dude?” she asks, turning to Jinki. Jinki ignores her for a moment to finish something on his phone before looking up and poking her cheek.

“No, you’ve already had three,” he says. “I saw the one you tried to sneak earlier.” Junghee hisses a soft curse and Taemin hides a grin. He gave her the money for that secret cookie. “Go get Gwi and Min, it’s time to go home,” Jinki says.

“Oh,” Junghee says. Her face falls into a little pout. “Are you sure?” she asks. Jinki rolls his eyes.

“Yes, it’s late and you have school tomorrow. Go.” He makes little flappy hands at her and she sighs dramatically, pushing away from the table and skating away. Jinki watches her go, then yawns into the back of his hand and looks at his phone again. “I saw you give her the money for that cookie, Tae,” he says quietly. Taemin chokes a little on his spit and turns into Jonghyun’s shoulder to muffle his guilty laughter. Fuck. He thought he was smooth. Jonghyun paps his side, leans a little away, gets his finger under Taemin’s chin when he looks up curiously and pecks his lips.

“Want me to walk you to your car?” he asks, low and suave and confident. Taemin tilts his head, confused.

“Uh,” he says, “why?” And Jonghyun tilts his head now also, mirroring his confusion.

“Because. It’s.” He points at Jinki, points out to the arcade area where Junghee is no doubt tugging Gwiboon away from a game. “Time to go?” He says it like a question, like he was sure of the answer a second ago but isn’t anymore. Taemin gasps softly in realization, then giggles and shakes his head.

“I mean, for them, maybe,” he says, gesturing lazily at Jinki. “I stay here until, like, eleven.” The only reason Jinki and the girls go home early is because the girls are small and have to go to school and shit. They stay later during the summer, sometimes. Taemin stays late all the time.

“Oh,” Jonghyun says. Pink dusts his cheeks and he looks away. “Right, yeah, okay.” He takes another drink of his powerade and looks back with his usual wide smile. “I bet it gets real fun here when it gets late,” he says. Taemin leans his elbow on the table and props his chin in his hand, surveying Jonghyun lazily. He’s so cute when he thinks he’s lying well.

“Did you want me to go home now so you could make out with me in the parking lot and then go home too because you’re all sleepy?” he asks. The pink that hadn’t quite left Jonghyun’s cheeks yet darkens and he turns away again to rest his head in his arms on the table.

“No,” he says. His voice is a defiant pout and Taemin snorts. Jinki does too, and reaches over to poke Jonghyun’s nose.

“Don’t lie to the babe, Jong, you’ve only just met him,” he says. Jonghyun huffs and scrunches his nose.

“Who asked you,” he grumbles. Taemin paps his bicep absently and is opening his mouth to say that he wouldn’t mind escorting Jonghyun to his car before coming back inside when Minjung rolls up and sits next to Jinki, tugging at the hair in her tiny ponytail to fix it up even.

“Hi daddy,” she says, and then puts her whole hand on top of Jonghyun’s head. “What’s he pouty about this time?” she asks. Jonghyun takes her wrist and pretends to bite her finger before letting it go and returning to his pouting. Taemin pets his hair fondly and scratches at the base of his undercut because he discovered while they were making out that it makes him get all scrunchy and smiley. It does the same thing now; Jonghyun’s shoulders bunch all up and he hums a soft little smile into his arms.

“He’s a sleepy baby and he’s grumpy that I’m not,” he says. Jonghyun’s happy noise turns into a pouty noise again and Taemin rolls his eyes.

“Where’s the other two?” Jinki asks Minjung. Minjung shrugs as she brings her feet up on the bench to pull off her skates.

“Some fuckboy said girls weren’t good at games so they had to play him first, to beat him,” she says. Taemin feels Jonghyun nodding under his hand and agrees as well. That’s a good enough excuse to stay a few more minutes.

“Can you, like, not say the fuck word on a regular basis around me?” Jinki asks. “Like Gwi does?”

“You know Boonie says the fuck word like, every three words when you can’t hear,” Minjung tells him.

“Yeah, when I can’t hear,” Jinki repeats. “That way I can pretend she doesn’t say it.”

“It’s not even a slur, daddy, it’s just the fuck word. Who cares?”

“Teachers? If you’re saying it as a habit then you’re gonna accidentally say it at school one time and then I’m gonna get in trouble and I won’t even be able to truthfully say that I don’t normally hear you use that kind of language.”

“I guess I’ll just have to be extra careful to not call Mr. Fuckhead that to his face, then.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jinki mutters, and Taemin leans over Jonghyun’s back to muffle his laughter into his shirt. Jonghyun shakes with repressed laughter under him as well. His skin is warm, so Taemin shifts closer, slipping his hands around to feel up Jonghyun’s shoulders and biceps before looping them around his waist. He smells good too, like citrus and wood, and Taemin nuzzles into the back of his neck. Very suddenly he wants to snuggle Jonghyun just like this forever and never let him go.

“You’re so comfy,” he murmurs against Jonghyun’s skin. Jonghyun’s hand paps his thigh gratefully.

“Thanks,” he says. His voice is even sleepier than before; Taemin thinks sitting with his head on the table made his lack of energy even more pronounced. “Can you walk me to the bus stop and make out with me a little bit so I can go home?” he asks. Taemin smiles against his neck and drops a little kissie there. He can do that, yeah.

~

Jonghyun is bone tired when he finally slouches into bed, but he smiles as he nuzzles his soft cool pillows and wiggles under his blankie. Today was good. And fun. And relaxing. And tiring, which would normally be bad, but his insomnia has been making his sleep schedule a little extra fucky lately and being drained enough to conk out early tonight should help towards fixing it.

He flicks on his bedside lamp, takes a sip from his water bottle, and grabs his leftover fries from when he stopped at Jack in the Box on the walk home. Nibbling on one, he plugs his phone into his charger and then relaxes into the bed as he unlocks it with a contented sigh.

The first notification that he has is a text from Taemin.

He drops his phone to his chest and hides his face in his hands, smile wide behind his fingers and pushing up his cheeks. Fuck. He knows he told Taemin to text him after they finished making out at the bus stop, but, fuck. He’s so gay. He loves when people actually text him back on the same night instead of waiting. Picking up his phone, he bites his lip as he reads the message.

From: Sk8r Boi 9:30pm so hey u like me right lmao just checking

Jonghyun snorts at the text. That’s cute. He likes the honesty.

To: Sk8r Boi 9:50pm Ye i like you lots uwu

From: Sk8r Boi 9:51pm alright rad so when do i get to see u again :D

“Oh my god,” Jonghyun giggles. That’s so cute--the smiley, the immediate reply, the eagerness. Jonghyun imagines Taemin feeling his phone vibrate on the rink and slowing to a stop in the middle to pull it out. He tugs his blankie further up and thinks about his week’s schedule. Hmm.

To: Sk8r Boi 9:54pm Skate practises are sundays tuesdays and thursdays but i also have therapy every other thursday so

He hits send and brings his phone to his mouth to cover his yawn. He hopes he hasn’t forgotten anything about his schedule. His memory isn't so great when he’s sleepy. He closes his eyes to rest them while he waits for Taemin’s reply, then jumps a little when his phone vibrates in his hand. A grin pulls up his lips as he opens the new text. Minjung told him that Taemin always takes forever to reply to her texts. He feels special.

From: Sk8r Boi: 9:56pm well i’m not showing up on a tuesday lmao so next sunday then??

Next Sunday. Jonghyun hums sleepily and rolls over in bed, resting his head in his arms and holding his phone probably too close to his face to be healthy. Next Sunday sounds nice. They could probably set a date to meet up somewhere else even earlier--Jonghyun knows they would both be down for it--but he feels like the wait will make their reunion that much nicer. Maybe in another few Sundays when they know each other more they can go out for dinner or something.

For now, Jonghyun sends Taemin back a thumbs up emoji, a blushie emoji, and a sleepy emoji. Then he slips his phone onto the bedside table and flicks off his lamp. As he hugs his pillow under his chin, memories of Taemin’s warm hands, his deep voice, his pretty face under soft colorful lights fill his mind and he drifts to sleep with a smile in his heart.

#jongtae #jonghyun #taemin #jinki #minjung #gwiboon #junghee #fluff #pg #sk8 au #when jong wakes up taems sent him a nut emoji and then four hours later a meme at 1am #jongs in love #also when he wakes up his leggies are sore and hes pouty so he makes kibum come over and demands to be pampered #kibum comes over and makes him food and rubs his leggies and chills bc theyre bffs #and jongs giggly smiley at his phone the whole time and kibums like Are You Sexting That Sk8 Boi Right Now #and jongs like no im telling him my leggies are sore and hes saying hed come over and make me food and rubbie them : ))) #jong: isnt that soooo romantic uwu uwu uwu #kibum: #jong: uwu #also jong stays for the public skate again next sunday and jongtae : ))) chill and make out and giggle more and its rly nice and fun #ydw

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• SUMMARY: After a student is gruesomely murdered on campus, Baek Haeju finds herself trying to extract information from the only person who might know the truth. But is secretive English major Min Yoongi just a witness? Or is he the culprit?

• WARNINGS: Death, murders, sex.

• WORDS: 4224.

"I'm burning and I'm blacking my lungs.

Boy, you know it feels good with fire back on your tongue.

If you talk, you better walk, you better back your shit up.

With more than good hooks while you're all under the gun."

London Beckoned Songs About Money Written by Machines | Panic! At The Disco

"You know, Haeju, I don't have all the time in the world..."

"Hold on, Jihye... OUCH!"

Haeju hits her ankle as she runs into her drawer, her laptop lying on the bed as she approaches it. Her sister is smiling right at her, looking happy and healthy. After months of no contact, they are finally able to talk via webcam, just because Jihye insisted.

"How's Chaerin?" asks Jihye, frowning in concern.

"She's doing better, still shaken," says Haeju, rubbing her eyes. "I spent the day with her yesterday... she is more talkative, but she still doesn't want to talk about that night."

"Poor thing," says Jihye, drinking from her coffee mug. "Okay, let's talk about that email you sent me."

Haeju swallows uneasily, bracing herself for the lecture. It seemed like a good idea to email Jihye at the time, she was so desperate to tell the truth to someone. She's not so sure about it anymore.

"How dare you send me that email?" mocks Jihye, adjusting the webcam. "I've been reading it over and over... Who knew? My innocent little sister, dating two guys at the same time... while trying to figure out a murder..."

"I'm just dating one of them now,' says Haeju, lying flat on her stomach as she fixes her bangs.

"Good, Jungkook is the nicest guy," says Jihye, glancing at her fingernails. "Although I don't approve of this mess he's gotten you in. I can't believe he's now a journalist, I used to clean his face after eating ice cream and-"

"I chose Yoongi." Haeju looks away from the screen, embarrassed, and Jihye lets out an exasperated sigh.

"This kid is going to end up fucking with your head," says Jihye sternly as Haeju decides to look at the computer again. "Sorry for the cussing, little sister, but seriously. From what I got reading your email... Yoongi equals trouble."

"I... I know," admits Haeju. "But I love him."

Jihye's eyes widen at Haeju's words, and her lips are parted in shock. "Love? Like... love love? Not infatuation... but love?"

"Yes!" says Haeju. "I... tried so hard not to fall for him, but I love him, Jihye. And I don't know what to do anymore."

And Haeju thinks of the past few days, the stolen kisses in secluded locations, Yoongi's texts, his fingers sliding over her body, his laughter... She loves everything about Yoongi, and it shouldn't be like this. Because it will end, she knows it.

"What if he is a murderer?" says Jihye in a low tone. "Or what if he's covering up for someone? Haeju, you were always the pragmatic one!"

Haeju sighs and fumbles with the keyboard, avoiding Jihye's face. Jihye goes on and on about the many virtues of Jungkook, of how this is all their parents' faults for getting divorced, that Haeju isn't thinking straight.

"Shut up!" Haeju finally yells, fixing her bangs again.

"Is that a tattoo?" gasps Jihye. "Baek Haeju, is that a tattoo?"

"Okay, I just wanted advice," says Haeju angrily, pulling up her sleeve. "But you're obviously judging me, so..."

"No, I only want you to be happy," says Jihye serenely. Haeju watches as a shirtless guy walks by in the background, and realizes that it must be Jihye's new boyfriend. Jihye is oblivious to this, and continues to address Haeju.

"Tell Jungkook you won't help him," insists Jihye. "Get out of this mess while you still can."

Haeju touches the screen and winces helplessly, trying to fight back tears. Her initiation will happen sometime today, Yoongi asked her to meet at the library. There is no turning back now, not with Acuity, and certainly not with her feelings for Yoongi.

"I can't," Haeju whispers. "It's too late."

xxxx

"In a few minutes, huh. And you said you're taking your camera with you, right?"

Haeju nods, and Jungkook is looking out the window, his jaw clenched. They haven't talked much during the week because Jungkook is as distant as ever, but Jimin is growing impatient and Haeju knows that deadline is approaching. Haeju readjusts the strap of her bag, the bag feeling heavy with her camera and change of clothes. Yoongi said that "it wouldn't hurt" to bring some extra clothes, the hint making Haeju even more nervous.

"Will you tell me everything?" asks Jungkook, glancing at her. His eyes are full of hurt, and he hesitates before moving closer to her.

"Yes," lies Haeju. Because she has made a decision in her mind. She won't tell them the true purpose of Acuity; she'll make up something. Haeju cares too much about Yoongi to destroy him, and that's why she will also tell him the truth tonight.

She doesn't even care about Yangmi anymore. She really doesn't. Or Yon. Haeju wants to be selfish for once, and be happy. And maybe if she is completely honest with Yoongi and asks for forgiveness, maybe it will happen. Maybe.

"Am I losing you?" asks Jungkook wretchedly. "As a friend?"

"No, I've been busy... working for you," says Haeju, reminding him of their deal. "I'm sorry. I should have known that things would be awkward if we didn't work out."

"You decided that," says Jungkook, his tone now cold and once again distant. "You're the one who said that we're not meant to be. I beg to differ."

Jungkook grabs Haeju gently by the collar of her denim jacket, and looks into her eyes. She can feel the heat in the tiny space, and she's glad that there is no one in the newsroom but them. Jungkook leans in, and Haeju's eyes flutter, confused.

"Detective Cha says that all leads point to Yoongi," says Jungkook quietly. "At least in Yangmi's death. He is surely involved in Yon's as well. This is why I need to know about Acuity tonight."

"And you will," breathes Haeju.

"Jungkook, what-"

Anya is standing there, her arms holding several books and files. Her eyes travel from Haeju to Jungkook and then back to Haeju, looking slightly shocked.

Haeju takes several steps back, blushing intensely, and Anya is still gaping at her.

"I'm ready," says Jungkook as Anya places the books and files on the desk. Jungkook then looks at Haeju; a side smile appearing on his lips. "Anya and I are writing this huge story about budget cuts. Research is needed."

"I have to leave anyway," mutters Haeju, and Anya is still glaring at her for some reason.

"You don't want to be late for your thing," winks Jungkook.

"Thing?" asks Anya curiously.

Haeju shrugs and walks out of the newsroom as her phone starts to vibrate. She flips it open and sees that it's a text from Yoongi, and she knows that it's time for her initiation.

She has never walked so fast in her life.

xxxx

Acuity certainly has a penchant for blindfolding people, because Haeju finds herself in the same situation she went through a week ago. She doesn't know where they're headed, she just got into the back of the hearse with some of the members of Acuity, and Tae blindfolded her.

Haeju is sure that it's been at least an hour since the ride started, and the silence is driving her insane. She wonders what happened to her bag, if Jiah is going through it or what, but Haeju knows that nothing incriminating is in there.

The hearse finally stops moving, and Haeju sighs with relief as Yoongi kills the engine. She hears doors opening, leaves crunching underneath feet, and soon she's pulled out of the hearse. They walk for a few minutes, still silent, and the scent of pine makes Haeju sneeze a few times.

"Sorry," she mumbles, but nobody says a thing.

"Ah, you're here." Namjoon's voice greets them warmly, and someone let go of Haeju's hand. Haeju stands helplessly as she listens to the others mutter; she hears zippers unzip, some giggles, and she can't stand the uncertainty anymore.

"Okay, Baek Haeju. Are you ready?" asks Chaeku, his tone businesslike.

"Yeah," says Haeju eagerly, and suddenly, she can finally see. They're in the middle of what seems to be a forest, or a really remote park. All of the members of Acuity are wearing black robes, and Chaeku hands her a gray one, his smile tentative. Haeju slips it on and Yoongi beckons her to join them around the fire, and she stands between Bongchol and Seokjin.

"Bringing the fair to the unfair," says Yoongi loudly, and everyone claps. "That is our mission. We are here today to welcome a new member, Baek Haeju. She will bid goodbye to her name and embrace a new one. Baek, please tell us your Acuity name."

"P-Paragon,"she stutters.

"Paragon," the group echoes solemnly.

"Paragon, do you promise to join Acuity's fight against unfairness?" asks Jiah coldly. "Do you promise to help Acuity in it's mission to stop bullying, no matter what?"

"Yes," says Haeju.

"Paragon, do you swear to never reveal the secrets of Acuity?" asks Bongchol, giving her a little smile.

"I swear," squeaks Haeju.

"Paragon, do you swear that you will never betray us?" asks Seokjin, and there is something in the way the fire reflects in her eyes, because Haeju is shivering uncontrollably.

"I won't ever betray you," gasps Haeju, feeling lightheaded. Yoongi moves from his position and walks over to Haeju, holding something that resembles a black rug.

"Are you fully aware of the responsibilities and risks in Acuity?" he asks.

A smirk is threatening to take over Yoongi's lips, and Haeju feels somewhat safe.

"I am," says Haeju, sounding braver than she feels.

xxxx

"It wasn't that bad."

"Sorry?" asks Yoongi, moving closer as a bottle of beer dangles from his fingertips. Everybody is laughing as Hoseok's marshmallow catches fire, and Seokjin starts dancing along to a pop song Bongchol started singing. Everybody has removed their robes just to reveal normal outfits, and Haeju's shiny new black robe is lying next to her.

"The induction... I expected something scarier," admits Haeju, holding on to her soda.

"We're not satanists, Haeju," chuckles Yoongi, slurring a little. "We just hack into the school's systems and mess with admissions. Hardly a horror movie subject. Did you expect us to feed you blood?"

"Something like it," blushes Haeju, and Yoongi leans in. Haeju pulls back, blushing furiously, remembering that most members in Acuity don't know about their relationship.

"Ah, fuck it," says Yoongi, dropping his beer and cupping Haeju's face, pulling her close to him. Yoongi kisses her fervently, and catcalls are heard in the background.

"I knew it!" says Namjoon triumphantly, and Haeju opens her eyes in shock, her heart beating extremely fast. Yoongi puts an arm around her shoulder and most of the Acuity members are giving them approving smiles. Except...

Tae looks pale, but... He already knew, right? Seokjin has his lips pursed as he opens another can of Coke, and Jiah crosses her arms, completely ignoring Hoseok's cheers.

"Hoseok is a genius, you know?" grins Yoongi. "He changed a dozen admission statuses last night, in like... five minutes. Amazing."

Haeju can't say a word because she's feeling guilty, again. Will this feeling ever go away?

"The cabin belongs to the Kims. Namjoon and Seokjin," mumbles Yoongi into her ear. "Isn't it beautiful?"

"Yeah..." says Haeju, tearing her eyes off those three who are looking at her in such strange ways.

"I'm going to get a book," says Seokjin crossly, walking away.

"He's just pissed off," says Namjoon, holding up the bottle of champagne he has been enthusiastically drinking from. "He can't drink, and that always gets him in a bad mood."

"Why?" asks Chaeku as Soojin starts biting his earlobe playfully.

"A little incident... in the past," winks Namjoon. "Let's just say Seokjin would be a great PSA for drinking and dr-"

"Namjoon! Can I have a sip?" blurts Tae, grabbing the bottle from Namjoon. "Thanks!"

Tae glances at Haeju from the corner of his eye, and then the guy looks at Hoseok, who is staring uneasily at his sneakers. There is definitely something going on, but Yoongi doesn't seem to notice; he's too busy toying with the collar of Haeju's jacket.

"Where's my bag?" asks Haeju.

"I'll get it," says Yoongi, kissing her on the cheek before standing up. Haeju watches him leave, and Jiah walks over, taking Yoongi's seat.

"You will have your first assignment on Monday," says Jiah, smiling a bit. "It will fun. I'll help you out since it's the first time you'll do something for us."

"That sounds good," says Haeju, returning the smile.

"Sorry for... not being too accepting of you," says Jiah quickly. "You were friends with Jeon Jungkook and trust me, we don't like that guy."

"So I've heard," says Haeju sarcastically.

"He's been trying to find out stuff about Acuity ever since he started working for the paper," sighs Jiah, drawing circles on the ground with the tip of her shoe. "He's pretty good at being nosy, and it just got worse after Yangmi's death. I don't know... I thought you were going to spy on us."

Haeju's stomach feels heavy, and she smiles nervously. "No... I. No."

"I know that now," says Jiah, patting her on the back. "Welcome to Acuity, Haeju."

Jiah smiles at her again before leaving, and when she joins the rest of the group, she kisses Hoseok in front of everyone. Haeju sighs sadly, knowing that whenever she tells the truth to Yoongi, more than one person will hate her.

"Here." Yoongi has returned, and he's handing Haeju her bag. Haeju looks through it, and grins when she finds her camera.

"We should take some pictures," suggests Haeju. "Have like... an Acuity album."

"Eh, I'm pretty sure that would compromise all of us," frowns Yoongi.

"No! Because we're just friends... hanging out," says Haeju, and to be honest, she intends to keep the photos to herself. To hang on to something in case things go terribly wrong.

Seokjin comes back, holding a book close to his chest, and he stares curiously at Yoongi and Haeju. But Seokjin says nothing, and he sits next to Bongchol, who hands him another soda.

"Guys!" calls Yoongi. "Look!"

Yoongi grabs Haeju's camera and takes a picture, almost blinding all of them.

"Goddamn it, Yoongi," chuckles Hoseok. "Ah, I want to take a picture!"

Hoseok's first victim is Seokjin, who awkwardly smiles at the camera while holding his drink. The polaroids are falling on the ground, and they're being collected by a very hyper Tae, who seems amazed at all the photos.

Soon enough, the only thing that people can listen to for miles is the laughter of young adults, followed by camera flashes and the promise of a night that will never end.

xxxx

"You can stay with Tae, if you want to," says Yoongi, looking down the hallway. The Kim's cabin is incredibly spacious, with plenty of rooms for everyone. Haeju didn't expect to stay overnight, but she guesses that that is the reason why Yoongi told her to bring clothes.

It's a night of taking chances, and Haeju knows it. It doesn't make it any easier, or less scary, but she's sure of this.

"No, I want to stay with you," she says softly.

"Ah, literally sleeping together, huh?" teases Yoongi.

"I want to," says Haeju, her voice breaking a little.

"Oh." Yoongi seems affronted and nervous by this, and he scratches his head pensively. "You... You want to... um, you do?"

Haeju looks at him, their eyes meeting, hoping that's enough for Yoongi to understand. She doesn't want to say it out loud.

"Here?" frowns Yoongi. "I always pictured this differently. You were usually getting out of a wedding dress and I looked like an idiot wearing a tie."

Haeju giggles at the mental image, wrapping her arms around Yoongi's neck. "That's sweet of you," she says sincerely. "But... I do want to spend the night with you. I love you and... I've been thinking about it."

"What about your vow?" whispers Yoongi as footsteps approach them.

"You guys can have the other master bedroom," says Seokjin, handing them towels. "Chaeku and Soojin already, um, marked their territory in the main master bedroom. How classy."

Haeju blushes and Seokjin gives her a sympathetic look. "Hey, sorry if I've been rude," says Seokjin bluntly. "I don't trust people easily. That's all."

"You're nice enough to let us stay here," says Haeju shyly.

"Yeah... well... someone has to fund some of Acuity's adventures," winks Seokjin. "This is nothing, really. Okay, Yoongi, you know where the other bedroom is. Make sure to behave."

Seokjin leaves them alone, the sound of his shoes scratching the floor mirroring Haeju's heartbeats, and Yoongi laughs.

"Okay, um... let me find Chaeku," says Yoongi, blushing. "Um, er... the bedroom is just... um... fucking hell, Baek, I can't talk."

"Upstairs?" suggests Haeju.

"Yes, that," says Yoongi, holding on to the towels. "Just wait for me, okay?"

They look at each other one last time, and Haeju walks away first, headed towards the stairs. She quickly finds the "other" master bedroom, her jaw dropping at the size of it. All this luxury shouldn't be allowed in a cabin, she's sure.

She puts the towels and her bag away, and Haeju sits on the edge of the bed. She toys with her purity ring, taking it off and then putting it back on, and wonders what changed.

She had always been so sure that she would wait until marriage, but it just seems right.

Or maybe she just wants this memory of Yoongi before everything goes to hell.

She waits for a few minutes, and soon Yoongi's footsteps are heard in the hallway, and Haeju can barely catch her breath. Is it supposed to be this nerve wracking?

"I had to see Chaeku naked," winces Yoongi as he closes the door behind him. "That was not cool."

"Why did you need to talk to him?" asks Haeju amusedly.

"Um..." Yoongi shows Haeju a shiny packet, and she realizes that it's a condom. He walks over to the nightstand, and places the condom on top of it, looking terrified. "Look, we really don't have to do this, Haeju. I'm fine with just doing the stuff we've been doing, okay? Just because we're in this nice place, it doesn't mean that-"

"Why are you so eager in talking yourself out of this?" asks Haeju, irritated. "I want to sleep with you, I do."

"Because... this is it," says Yoongi, and he sounds afraid. "Once this happens, it's like the ultimate commitment. After this, I will be a mess if you ever leave me."

Haeju stands up and walks over to him, quickly crushing her lips against his. Yoongi kisses her back, wrapping his arms around her as he pushes her to the bed, and they make out furiously. Their kiss is wet and heavy, and Haeju pulls on Yoongi's hair, wanting him to do more.

"Fuck," breathes Yoongi, taking off his jacket. He kisses Haeju again, but gentler this time. His hand slides under Haeju's shirt, and she jumps at his touch, realizing what's about to happen. But Haeju doesn't want to turn back. She wants this.

Yoongi patiently removes all of Haeju's clothing, and then he removes his own, less patient. Although Haeju has seen him naked before, she still feels embarrassed at the sight of his skin, and even more bewildered at the fact that she is able to touch him.

Haeju gasps as Yoongi gets on top of her, his lips torturing her neck, his fingers teasing her breasts. He's moving slowly and cautiously, as if afraid to hurt her. Haeju whimpers when she feels Yoongi's tongue on her nipples, digging her fingers into his scalp. Everything feels so good, her body is on fire, and she trembles in anticipation.

Yoongi's finger pushes inside of her, and after a few seconds he adds another one, and it hurts a little. But Haeju bites her lip soundlessly, enjoying the attention Yoongi is giving to the upper part of her body. She feels close to coming, and suddenly, Yoongi stops.

"Are you...?" Yoongi is asking for permission, and the lust in his voice is obvious.

"Yeah... yes," mumbles Haeju, and Yoongi reaches for the nightstand. Haeju lies on her back as she hears the packet being ripped open, and she gulps. It takes Yoongi a few seconds, and then he's back on top of her, kissing her cheek, neck, throat, lips. Haeju absentmindedly spreads her legs, wondering if she's doing this right.

"I'll go slow," says Yoongi, his voice barely audible. Haeju nods, knowing that Yoongi would never hurt her, and she moves her hands up and down his back.

She feels the pressure at once, and her body seems to break a little. A high gasp escapes her, and the pain makes her close her eyes for a moment. Yoongi is moving really, really slow, and Haeju holds her breath as her body adjusts to the intrusion.

"Haeju, I love you," says Yoongi, his body still.

"I love you too," smiles Haeju, opening her eyes. She's sure that Yoongi can see the tears, because guilt comes across his face, and she smiles wider, trying to assure him that it's okay.

Yoongi's thrusts are gentle and slow, and Haeju appreciates that. While it's not completely comfortable, it's not as bad as Chaerin made it sound. Haeju is actually feeling some sort of pleasure, even if it hurts a little.

They kiss, and Yoongi starts moving slightly faster, causing Haeju to dig her fingernails in his back. She has never felt so raw, so exposed... so loved. Haeju knows that she will never be able to love someone the way she loves Yoongi, because now, she's given him the thing she valued the most.

She feels Yoongi's teeth sinking on her collarbone, his tongue quickly caressing the spot. Haeju's fingernails dig deeper into his skin, and she wonders if she's hurting him, but part of her wants to leave a mark. She's his. She sure hopes so.

Haeju can feel something building up, and the air is not breathable anymore. Yoongi is panting into her mouth, his groans dying on her lips, and she holds on to him as things seem to slow down.

Yoongi kisses her lovingly, their bodies sweaty and, well, slightly sticky. This is nothing like Haeju had pictured or imagined; she had always thought it would be a painful ordeal. But she doesn't regret a thing.

Their physical connection is suddenly broken, and Haeju feels immediately sore. Yoongi pulls her close to him, holding her in his arms, and he presses his lips against her forehead.

"I would do anything for you," says Yoongi hoarsely. "I want you to know that. Anything."

Haeju can hear Yoongi's phone ringing somewhere in the room, but Yoongi isn't moving. "You should get that," says Haeju quietly.

"No, I want to stay here with you," says Yoongi, cuddling closer to her. But the phone keeps ringing insistently, and Haeju looks at Yoongi pleadingly.

"Fine," he teases, and gets out of bed, slowly disentangling himself from her. Haeju fixes her eyes on the ceiling, going through the speech she has already rehearsed many times.

Yoongi, there is something I need to tell you...

You know I love you, right?

Jungkook is still my friend and I...

Yoongi answers the phone as he clumsily grabs his boxers from the floor and attempts to get halfdressed.

"Hey, what's up?" he asks crossly. "I'm kind of busy."

Yoongi starts frowning as he holds on to phone, and then anger flashes in his eyes. He looks away from Haeju and turns his back on her, and Haeju swears Yoongi is shaking. But he's not saying a word; he's just listening to the other person on the line.

"Ah," he says finally. "I see. Thanks, Pica."

Yoongi hangs up, still not facing Haeju, and he throws the phone violently at the wall. Haeju sits on the bed, covering herself with the messy sheets, her eyes wide in fear.

"What's wrong?" she asks.

"Nothing," says Yoongi in the coldest tone he has ever used. He turns around and Haeju can't really read his expression as he walks back to the bed. Yoongi sits next to her, and Haeju realizes something. He's looking at her the same way he used to when they "hated" each other.

Oh no.

"You would never lie to me, would you?" he asks calmly, and Haeju looks at him, searching for any hints that Yoongi might know something. But now he's looking at her with love in his eyes, so no, he can't possibly know anything yet.

Right?

"I..." Haeju falters as Yoongi rests his hand on her cheek. "No. I... I would never lie to you."

"Thought so," he smirks, and kisses her.

But for some reason, the kiss tastes bittersweet.

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